Chapter 40:she wanted it

Michael surfaced, gasping for air, and hands grabbed him, hauling him out. Lucy was there, fussing over him, so were some girls in bikinis. If he had been more aware of what was happening to him, the pressing of young, firm, wet female flesh against him would have turned him on. As it was all he was worried about was Brian. He was dimly aware that Janine had appeared and that she was kneeling beside her boyfriend. Brian’s chest was working up and down; he appeared to be alive.

“There are towels and a drier in the pool house,” he heard Janine saying. “I’ll sort Brian out in the house.” Lucy led him down the garden and suddenly he was in a building and Lucy was taking his clothes off. Naked, he slumped onto a chair and a moment or two later he heard a machine start up.

“That was so cool,” Lucy said standing in front of him, her legs slightly spread. He could smell her arousal and his cock twitched into life. She pulled up her skirt and straddled his legs, slipping him inside her and sinking his length into her. She groaned. “I’ve wanted you inside me since we got here.”

Michael closed his eyes as she slid back up his shaft and then sank back onto him. He sighed. “And I want to be here, but would you wind making sure Brian is okay?”

She pouted, but she could see he was actually worried, and she slid off him. “Okay, I’ll go, but you owe me two fucks later.” Michael felt incredibly tired, he nodded. “And you’d better put a towel around your waist until your clothes are dry,” she added as she headed for the door.

Michael found a towel, and a soft couch to lie on. He lay back, draped the towel over his lap and closed his eyes.

Minutes passed, he might have fallen asleep. He opened his eyes at a soft cough, expecting to see Lucy. Instead, he looked up into the face of Janine. “I, um, wanted to thank you for pulling Brian out of the pool like that.”

“I threw him in; it only seemed fair.”

“Yeah, well, still…” She trailed off, looking uncomfortable. She dropped to her knees beside him and licked her lips. “Look, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Michael felt as though he was floating and wondered if he had slipped into the dream world, but he was pretty sure he had not. “Ask away,” he said.

“C-could I… Could I see your, um, cock?” Before he could respond, she reached out and snatched the towel away from him. “Oh!” she gasped. “It’s so big.” Her hand wrapped around his hardening shaft, lifting it, rubbing her thumb along the spine of it. “Ooh, could I…” She never finished the question, but her lipstick coated lips wrapping around the head of his cock made it pretty obvious what she was asking for.

“Lucy?” he thought. “Can you hear me?”

“Yes. Boy did you cause a stir. The whole place is talking about how you just picked him up and tossed him thirty feet into the pool and then pulled him out with one hand.”

“But I didn’t.”

“Don’t knock the power of exaggeration. Anyway, he’s fine; wet, but fine.”

“Well he might not be if he could see what Janine is doing to my dick right now.”

He heard a mental snort of laughter. “Told you she wanted it.”

“Will you please come rescue me?”

“Big strong lad like you shouldn’t need a little girl like me to help you. Fuck her brains out.”

“Lucy, please!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Michael looked down at the brunette’s head as it bobbed up and down on his cock. She was not very good, as it happened and Michael wondered if Brian really was as small as Lucy had said. He heard a click and saw Lucy slip into the room, locking the door behind her. It was apparent that Janine had not heard her entry since her face was still bobbing up and down on Michael’s shaft.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Jan?” Lucy snapped.

Janine bolted upright, struggling to her feat. Her face was flushed, her silk blouse undone to the waist. She must have been playing with her tits, Michael realised. “I-I-I…”

“You were sucking Michael’s cock.” Lucy grabbed the front of the taller girl’s blouse, holding her still as she tried to leave. “Is that what you were doing?”

“N-no, I mean yes, I…”

Lucy had learned things from Cleopatra about keeping her foes off balance. “You were sucking his cock and playing with your tits. I look like a hooker and you act like one. You’re a slut, Jan, aren’t you? Yes, that’s what you are, a slut. What are you?”

“A sl… no, I’m not…”

Lucy slapped her across the face; a light flick of her wrist, barely a slap, but Janine reeled back as though she had been hit with a baseball bat. “You’re a slut, a whore. What are you?”

“‘m a slut,” Janine mumbled.

“Louder,” Lucy commanded.

“I’m a slut. I’m a whore.” The tall brunette seemed to sag visibly on saying the words.

“Good. Now undress.”

“What, I can’t…”