Chapter 4
Michael found himself knocking on a large, wooden door. It swung open to reveal a woman dressed in a full length gown of stretch mesh. She smiled at him. "You must be Michael," she said, "Julia said you'd be coming." She stood aside to let him past.
"Julia?"
"Julia Calvin. You'll find her out beside the pool." She indicated a door off the hallway and he followed her direction into a large lounge area filled with people apparently in the middle of a party. It was the kind of party Michael had heard happened, but never thought he would attend.
Around him were people in clothes designed to reveal as much as possible, but still covering a lot of the body. Women wore mesh and lace, men wore mesh and Lycra. There was a lot of leather and a lot of flesh. Young men and women were strapped into in various bondage accessories. Older men and women looked on.
Then Michael spotted Miss Calvin. By this point in the dream he had been expecting her and was not surprised to see her wearing the dress he had picked out for her. If anything, she looked sexier than in real life and Michael found himself getting very hard. She walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a hard kiss. Her body pressed against his, her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, her groin grinding against his swelling erection.
She stepped back. "There's someone here I'd like you to meet," she said and, taking his hand, she dragged him through the party goers into another room.
In the middle of the room, Lucy Clayton was standing, naked apart from some leather bindings, surrounded by a group of admirers. Her arms were tied behind her back, both at the wrists and just above the elbows, by leather straps. The effect was to pull her shoulders back and push her breasts forward. Her ankles were shackled together, and kept apart, by a two-foot iron spreader bar. She was currently trying to stand on tip-toes to avoid sinking full length onto the ten-inch dildo that had been positioned between her legs, mounted on an iron stand bolted to the floor. The head of the massive artificial cock was just inside her pussy. Michael could see it vibrating slightly and noted the clitoral stimulator at the base; that would only come into play if her ankles gave out and she sank all the way onto the shaft.
"How long has she been doing this?" he asked Miss Calvin.
"About ten minutes. She's good; I think I'd have fallen by now."
The odd thing Michael could not help noticing was how real she looked. When he had dreamed of her in the past the parts of her anatomy he had never seen were fuzzy. Here they were clear, distinct. He could see a small mole on the left side of her groin. Her pussy hair, always very poorly visualised, was neatly clipped and shaved.
"Why is she here?" he asked.
"For you to play with. Well, after she's finished entertaining us here."
It was then that Lucy noticed him. "Michael? Michael Peters? Is that you? You've got to help me!"
Michael walked over to her. "I can't, Lucy, I don't know how."
"I... I know this is a dream," she moaned. "I need to wake up."
"Maybe you should let yourself cum," he suggested.
She shook her head. "No, not in front of all these people."
Michael dropped to his knees in front of her. "I'll help," he said, and pressed his mouth to her clit.
Lucy let out a moan of pure pleasure. Her ankles gave way, and Michael pulled back as her pussy engulfed the entire length of the vibrating dildo. Now the clitoral stimulator was doing the job without Michael's mouth. He sat back and watched as the teenager's orgasm overtook her body. Her breast rose and fell dramatically, and her body shook as she screamed out her release. After a minute or more she sagged and Michael caught her while two other men undid her bonds and lifted her clear of the dildo.
"What am I going to do with her now?" Michael asked, hoisting her naked body onto his shoulder.
"We'll take her to the pool house," Miss Calvin suggested. She started out toward the back of the house, and Michael followed, Lucy groaning slightly as she bounced on his shoulder.
At the back of the house was a mid-sized swimming pool. Various couples, trios, and one foursome, were engaged in sex in and out of the water. One woman, her enormous breasts clad only in a miniscule bikini top was lying on an inflatable lounger in the middle of the pool while a man ate her out, treading water as he did so. Two men were engaged in fucking a blonde woman wearing a leather collar. She was face down over one man while the second ploughed her anus. A redhead was holding the blonde's head up by the ring on her collar and forcing her to lap at her clit while bobbing up and down on the two men.
They walked around the pool toward a low, stucco building with large, sliding windows down one wall. Miss Calvin pushed one open and led the way inside. The room was lit by subdued wall lighting and fitted out with odd furniture. Plush couches lined two walls with a padded stool-like thing positioned so that people sitting on the couches had a good view of it. To the right was a pool table, somehow incongruous among the sexual tension of the party.
"Put her on the spanking bench and tie her down," Miss Calvin said, "I'll get some cuffs for her wrists and ankles."
Michael figured the 'spanking bench' was the padded contraption and, on closer inspection, he found that it was fitted out with rings for tethers at the base of each leg. He laid Lucy face down on the padding, positioning her feet beside the rings at one end. She was facing the large window and would have a good view of the pool and its occupants when she regained her senses. Miss Calvin returned with four leather cuffs lined with sheepskin, and they attached Lucy to the bench by her wrists and ankles.
"What now?" Michael asked without really thinking. Miss Calvin sat down on one of the couches and looked at him. "Oh," he said and began to undress.
Lucy began to come out her stupor as Michael pushed his cock into her pussy. She was very wet after her experience with the vibrator and entering her was easy.
"W-where am I?" Lucy mumbled. "What's going..?" She twisted her head to get a slight look at the owner of the cock inside her. "Michael?" He began to stroke inside her, pulling out until only the head of his cock was inside her, then sliding back in. "Are you... oh god... are you f-fucking me?"
"Yes, Lucy. Do you want me to stop?" He reached between her legs and began to stroke at her clit. It was an awkward position, but he managed it.
"Uungh... no, oooh, please... all those people can... see me being... fucked, aah... no... please don't, uungh, don't stop."
He began pumping harder and faster, and had to remove his hand. She did not seem to mind, all she did was moan more and try to move her hips in time to his thrusts. He was amazed at his stamina; when masturbating he would have cum by now, but inside Lucy he felt he could go for hours.
He heard a sound off to his right and looked over to where Miss Calvin was seated. Her eyes were fixed on Michael's cock sliding in and out of Lucy. She had one hand between her legs, working hard, while another teased at one of her nipples through the thin material of her dress.
"Oh god, I'm cumming!" Lucy groaned, and Michael felt her vaginal muscles clamp down around his dick. He kept fucking her, increasing his pace a little, and a second later Lucy was thrashing violently against her bonds. As soon as she had calmed down again, falling limp over the bench, Michael pulled his still hard cock out of her and released her cuffs.
Michael turned and walked over to Miss Calvin. "There's something I wanted to do to you this afternoon when you showed me that dress," he said.
"Oh, what's that?"
He held out his hand and she took it to let him pull her to her feet. He led her across the room to the pool table and pushed her up against it. "Put your face on the table," he told her and she bent at the hips to obey. As he had expected, her dress rode up her legs and he did not even have to touch it to slide into her.
"Oh yes!" she groaned. "You're so big. Bigger than last night." Michael began to push in and out, slowly at first, but rapidly increasing his pace until Miss Calvin was crying out with each thrust. "Yes... yes... harder... uungh... yes... nearly... there... now..." He felt her muscles tightening around him, but this time felt his own orgasm rising to meet hers. They came almost together, her cunt milking him of every drop of cum it could manage. When it was over, she sagged onto the table surface and he collapsed on top of her, his shrinking cock still inside her.
"Michael?" It was Lucy's voice and he stood up and turned to see her standing behind them. Had she been watching him fuck Miss Calvin? "Michael... um... will you fuck me again?"
"I've only just cum," he said. "It'll be a while before I can do it again, unless you know of a way to perk things up?"
Lucy blinked once, and then dropped to her knees in front of him. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, sucking him into her mouth, while her tongue rolled over him like a warm, wet wave. He realised he was getting hard, quickly. His cock expanded to fill her mouth, but she kept sucking and running her tongue around the head of his cock for a minute or so more before releasing him and standing up, a pleased smile on hr face.
"Lie on the floor," he commanded and she began to comply. "No, over by the window." Her cheeks coloured and she lost the smile, but she followed his order. "Feet at the window side, good. Now pull your legs up and grab your ankles. Keep your legs straight and wide apart. I know you can do it, I've seen you cheerleading. Give the people a good show of your cunt." He walked around and got down between her legs. She was wetter than the first time, whether from the humiliation or the earlier activities he could not tell, and his entry into her was slick and smooth. "Keep your legs spread like that and don't let go of your ankles, or I'll stop," he told her. Then he began fucking her, using a slow, steady rhythm that he could tell was driving her insane.
After a few minutes of moaning frustration he began to beg. "Please, Michael, fuck me faster. Fuck me like you did her. Fuck me harder, please, god, screw me so me ears ring." he kept ploughing at her, slow and easy. "Can't take this," she moaned. "Please, bang me."
"Like the slut you are?" he asked.
"Yes!" She pounced on the phrase. "Screw me like a slut! Bang your little whore. Use me as a fuck hole and don't stop 'til I break."
"That's quite enough noise out of you," said Miss Calvin. "Let's gag the bitch," and she straddled Lucy's face, pressing her pussy against Lucy's mouth.
Lucy struggled, almost releasing her ankles. "Mmph, no," she got out.
"Eat her, Lucy," Michael ordered. "Make her cum and I'll make you cum." A second later, Miss Calvin began to moan as Lucy's tongue went to work on her clit, and Michael began to pump into Lucy as hard as he could. Her tits shuddered with each thrust, and her hips twisted and turned as much as they could to improve the angle of his attack.
Then, without warning, Miss Calvin came and fell forward off Lucy's face. Michael could see Miss Calvin's juices pasted all over the younger girl's mouth and cheeks. Lucy's eyes were shut and she was chanting under her breath, "fuck... fuck... fuck..."
Her eyes opened wide suddenly and her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure as she rolled her head back and her entire body shook in the throws of orgasm.
Michael shot his load into her as he watched her cum. His body kept fucking her, apparently on autopilot, as his brain dissolved into ecstasy. The world dissolved into black around him as he collapsed onto Lucy's still trembling body.