This was too much. He withdrew the vibrator, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. He had the most rigid hard-on he could ever remember, the veins bulging, the purple head glistening.
He nudged the tip against her outer labia, knowing she couldn’t move back onto him. Placing his hands on her thighs, slowly, slowly, he began to enter her. He saw her body stiffen in anticipation as his glans disappeared from view. Tantalizingly, he pulled back out, their bodies connected by a string of Lucy’s sap.
“Nick?” Lucy pleaded.
Relishing his total control over her, Nick suddenly thrust forward, sinking himself into her hot, moist depths. Lucy breathed out another shuddering cry, followed by a series of grunts as Nick built up his rhythm. Feeling his orgasm approach, he clenched his PC muscle, trying to prolong the inevitable. Losing all control now, Nick slapped his pelvis rapidly against Lucy’s rear, watching her tight ass cheeks jump, and then in a rush, he came with a deep groan, pumping his seed inside her. Lucy spread her shaking fingers wide as she came again, and then Nick pulled out and came around to her front.
Lucy’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes distant as she automatically opened her mouth to receive his semi-erect cock. Her tongue fluttered around his glans, tasting their mixed juices, working down his stalk as Nick pressed his balls against her chin. When she had licked him clean, Nick knelt down and they kissed, breathing hot air into each other’s mouths.
“Holy fuck!” Lucy gasped. “Why the hell did I choose to live here?”
Chapter Sixteen
Nick was tired but excited as he parked the Mustang and then headed across his front yard. He had been away for five days, working on an empty farmhouse in the Connecticut countryside. Nick hadn’t rushed the job, but he had been keen to get back because he missed the hell out of Lucy. He had phoned her every day and, lying in his hotel room at night, couldn’t help but wonder what she was up to. When he had finished up early the previous day, he had picked up his mobile but then abruptly changed his mind, wanting to surprise her instead.
Now, as he turned the lock in his front door, he wondered if he had done the right thing. There was still a part of him that didn’t completely trust her - or more accurately, still couldn’t accept that she was really his - and he was a little worried about what he might walk into.
He opened the door and listened. The house appeared to be empty but it felt as though someone was here. His watch said four o’clock which meant she should be back from college. Maybe she was working in the basement. He followed the passage through to the kitchen, saw the back door open and stepped out into the back yard - and froze.
Summer was standing with her back to him on the patio - buck naked. Lucy, sitting on a low stool was busy painting Summer’s left buttock. From Summer’s neck all the way down to her ass, Lucy had painted a beautiful cascade of golden hair. She was so intent on her work that she hadn’t noticed Nick standing there. Then she looked up and gasped with surprise.
“Nick!”
Summer spun round, her face a mask of horror, displaying her front to him. The golden hair covered both of Summer’s arms and turned into a fringe across her neck and collar bones. Her small breasts had been transformed into wide sparkling blue eyes, complete with black lashes. A nose and red lips had been painted onto her belly, and her shaven pubic mound had been transformed into a small, pointed chin. Lucy had converted Summer’s entire torso into the face of a manga girl! Nick was so taken by the delicacy of Lucy’s work, that at first, it didn’t fully register that he was gaping at Summer’s naked body.
Summer instinctively went to cover herself but Lucy yelled, “Don’t touch it!” and so she flapped her arms in exasperation and turned around again.
“What are you doing back so soon?” she called over her shoulder.
“I… I’m sorry,” Nick said, retreating. “I finished early.”
“Why didn’t you call?” Lucy asked.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“I think
you
got the surprise,” Lucy giggled.
“Lucy!” Summer snapped. “It’s not funny!”
“Yeah, sorry,” Lucy said. “Nick, could you go inside please? I want to take pictures.”
Red-faced, Nick went into the house, grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, and then went upstairs and ran a tub. He gratefully sank into the hot water, took a deep swig of cold beer, and closed his eyes. He still had the image of Summer’s finely toned body imprinted on his mind, and he chuckled to himself. He had been soaking for half an hour when he heard the two girls coming up the stairs. It sounded like they were laughing, so maybe he was off the hook.
“Nick, can Summer use the bathroom now?” Lucy’s voice came through the door. “We’re done here.”
“Sure thing.”
He wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. Summer was wearing Lucy’s bathrobe, but she still looked a little flustered.
“Sorry about that, Summer,” Nick said.
“Couldn’t be helped, I guess,” Summer said.
As he edged past them, Nick couldn’t help himself. “You looked great, by the way.”
A brief look of indignation registered on Summer’s face, but before she could respond, Lucy reached out and snatched away Nick’s towel. Nick put his hands over his crotch, but not before both girls had received an eyeful of his swinging penis.
“I told you he was well hung,” Lucy said.
“Not bad,” Summer conceded with a grin.
“Lucy, give me that!” said Nick, making a grab for the towel.
Lucy whipped it away from him, laughing. “Now you’re even!”
“I’ll get you back,” Nick said and darted into his bedroom.
“Nice ass, Nick!” Summer said, as he closed the door.
He listened to the two girls giggling as he put on a shirt and shorts.
This is all Lucy’s doing
, he thought, with a smile.
Within an hour of my arrival she’s managed to get both Summer and myself naked in front of each other.
When he got downstairs, Lucy was sitting on the sofa, painting her toenails.
“Want a beer?” Nick asked.
Her eyes flickered up to him and then back to her feet.
“Uh-huh.”
Nick popped open two cans of Budweiser and flopped onto the sofa.
“I’m beat,” he said.
“No energy, huh?” said Lucy, her head down.
Nick watched as one by one, she colored her nails blue.
“What was all that about in the garden?” Nick asked.
“A project.”
“Oh.”
Lucy finished her nails and picked up her beer. “
Kanpai
.”
Nick watched her pale throat ripple as she swallowed.
“Is Summer pissed?”
“Not anymore.”
“Where’s she been sleeping?”
Lucy gave Nick a sideways glance. “In your bed.”
“
My
bed?”
“With me.”
“Ah.”
“Not like that. I just didn’t want to be alone, that’s all.”
Lucy wiggled her toes and stretched out her arm, letting it fall heavily into Nick’s lap.
“Ow!”
“Sorry.”
She swung over suddenly, straddled him, and grabbed onto his ears.
“Missed me?” she asked, staring into his eyes.
“Of course.”
“So why haven’t you raped me yet? Were you fucking someone down there?”
“No way.”
Still hanging onto Nick’s ears, Lucy suddenly bit down on Nick’s lower lip,
drawing blood. Nick yelped in pain and pushed her away. She got off his lap and stood up.
“Hurt me!” Lucy hissed at him.
“Where are you going?” Nick asked.
“Where do you think?”
“What about Summer?”
Lucy shrugged. She had a half-glare, half-impudent smile on her face. Then she turned, her hair swishing behind her, and was gone.
Nick gave her a moment, tested his sore lip, and then followed her down to the basement. Inside, Lucy was already naked. It had only been a week, but Nick had forgotten how much her body turned him on.
She approached him, one hand behind her back, and they kissed deeply. Now Nick didn’t care about Summer either. He took off his shirt and they fell to the floor, Lucy slipping her hand inside Nick’s shorts, massaging his cock to erection and then sliding his shorts down. She rolled him over onto his back and sat on him, his shaft snug against her sex - then she placed a knife against Nick’s throat.
“Hey, be careful with that,” Nick said, recognizing it as one of his razor sharp carving knives.
Lucy began rotating her hips, grinding against his pelvic bone, still pressing the blade against his neck. She leaned forward, breasts dangling, hair in Nick’s face and said, “I could kill you now.”
A little bolt of panic shot through Nick. Could she be serious? He didn’t think so, but with Lucy you could never be sure, so he stayed still. If she slipped, he could have a problem.
Lucy lifted up slightly and reached down for his penis. As she maneuvered it between her cunt lips, Nick took his chance and threw her off him and then grabbed the knife and tossed it across the room. Lucy was crouched on the floor now, coiled like a cat ready to spring.
“That was fucking stupid!” Nick hissed angrily. “Someone could have got hurt.”
Lucy’s eyes darted towards Nick’s workbench and the array of metal cutting instruments on the wall rack.
What the fuck?
he thought.
She really means it!
Lucy moved and Nick pounced, turned her, and grabbed her around the neck. With one hand on her left tit he jostled her, writhing and kicking, towards the hanging chains he had installed. Despite her struggles, Nick noticed she wasn’t calling Summer for help, and when he pulled her arms up and locked them in the leather cuffs, she didn’t offer any resistance.
The chains were just high enough to stretch Lucy’s body taut. Her stomach and breasts heaved as she tested the chains but they held fast. Nick went over to his workbench and took a roll of masking tape from the drawer. Then he proceeded to wrap the tape across Lucy’s mouth and all the way around her head. He wrapped it tightly, going around twice and when he was done, he stood back and inspected her - she was naked, stretched, gagged, cuffed and helpless.
Now that he had her, Nick wasn’t sure what to do with her next. He walked over to her desk to see if she had left any inspirational manga drawings for him, but found none.
Of course not, she wasn’t expecting me.
Normally, when Lucy misbehaved, her punishments were kind of scripted, the guidance mostly coming from her strategically placed drawings. This time, it seemed, it was down to Nick to use his own imagination.
Finding nothing of interest on the desk, he started going through her drawers, finding the usual artist’s paraphernalia. When he tried the deepest drawer on the right hand side, he discovered it was locked, which was odd considering Lucy rarely locked anything. Behind him, Lucy was making muffled noises of protest, and when he looked around, her eyes were wide and she was frantically shaking her head.
Interesting.
He turned his attention back to her desk and started searching for a key. After a few minutes, he found a small bunch hidden inside a pencil holder. After a couple of tries, he had the drawer open and when he looked inside, he understood what Lucy was getting so agitated about.