“Out,” I said. “I wanna fuck you.”
“Yes, sir.”
My erection bobbed gently as we walked across the patio. My first thought had been our bedroom, but then I had a better idea. Christy squeaked in surprise as I grabbed her and roughly bent her over one of the tables. I set my cock between her thighs and slid it through her damp channel. Then I pulled back and angled my hips, and the head slipped inside.
I held her narrow waist and slammed into her. She gasped, and I had to close my eyes at the sudden onslaught of heat and moisture. I began fucking her when I could think again. She stretched out her hands and tried to brace herself as I pounded her from behind.
I slowed down after a couple of minutes. Then I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled. She cried out and arched toward me. The temperature in her pussy shot up. On a whim, I grabbed her throat and squeezed. A flood of moisture met my next thrust, and she stiffened with a mini-orgasm.
I kept right on fucking her, and she rewarded me with a real orgasm, the kind that made her pussy clamp down in a futile attempt to hold my cock in place. I continued thrusting, although the heat and tightness quickly pushed me toward the edge.
I tried to hold back as long as I could, but her pussy felt too good. I slammed into her so hard that the table slid several inches across the concrete. I arched my own back and cried out as I emptied my balls deep inside her.
I eventually came to my senses and realized I was still holding her hair and squeezing her throat. She could breathe, barely, but her face had turned red. I released her, and she gasped and shuddered and collapsed onto the table. Then I felt another wave of heat and moisture in her pussy. Her orgasm hadn’t subsided at all!
My cock was still hard, so I grabbed her shoulders for leverage and forced it deeper. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she cried out as another wave of ecstasy swept over her. The intensity surprised me, but then I realized that I’d hit that secret spot, deep inside her.
She stopped moving altogether. She didn’t even breathe. I knew what to expect but still had to resist the urge to panic. A minor eternity passed before she gasped and began breathing again. She swallowed to moisten her mouth.
“Are you okay?”
She lay there in a semiconscious stupor.
I started to pull out but stopped when she moaned.
“M’okay,” she said at last. “Jus’—” She shuddered with an aftershock. “Very tingly.” She laughed weakly. “And very— oh my gosh— very sensitive.” She waited a moment longer to catch her breath. Then she closed her eyes and moistened her lips. “You can— pull out— now.”
I did it as slowly as I could, but she tensed up and gripped the edge of the table like her life depended on it. She was panting from exertion when I finally stepped back. My cock glistened in the sodium glow from the lamp over the clubhouse. After a moment Christy struggled to push herself up.
“Want some help?”
“No, I can— Um… yes, please.”
I gently helped her stand, but she threatened to collapse, so I swept her into my arms. She wrapped hers around my neck and closed her eyes as another aftershock rippled through her.
“Oh my— gosh,” she whispered. “It’s still— going.” Her nostrils flared as she tried to get her breathing under control. Then she thought of something and frowned.
“What’s the matter?”
“Blowjob. You said—” She swallowed again and waited until she could speak normally. “You said you wanted one.”
“I did. But that was before. I changed my mind.” I grinned smugly. “Maybe you noticed?”
“Unh, no fair. I wanna taste you.”
My eyebrows twitched in surprise and amusement. She thought of the damnedest things sometimes.
“As soon as my pussy stops tingling.” She scowled again, playful this time. “Then you owe me. Only, can I have a snack first? I’m feeling a little dizzy.”
“Absolutely!” I turned toward the clubhouse instead of our bungalow.
“And then the semen you promised me.”
* * *
I fed her raisins to get her blood sugar back to normal. Then I sliced an apple, cored it, and covered it with peanut butter. She chewed in grateful silence and began to look more human. And when she finished, I moved to pick her up to carry her to bed.
“I’m not an invalid,” she protested. “It was only an orgasm.”
“‘Only’ isn’t the word I’d use to describe it.”
“Fine. It was a super-orgasm, a big kahuna, the best. But I can still walk.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
She moved slowly but under her own power back to the bungalow.
“Do you mind if we shower before bed?” she said. “And then I have a date with Mr. Big.”
“Shower first. We’ll see about the rest.”
I turned the water on full hot. I preferred my showers a little cooler, but Christy liked them scalding. I helped her into the tub and then prepared to be parboiled.
“Thank you,” she said as I closed the curtain behind me. “You always take good care of me.”
I lathered her hair and washed away the chlorine and sweat. Then I did the same to her body. Once again, I marveled at how lean and muscular she was. She still had curves and a little extra padding in the right places, but not much.
“How much do you weigh?” I asked suspiciously.
“A hundred pounds?”
“Liar,” I chuckled. “How much? Really?”
“Ninety-seven. But I did weigh a hundred.” She looked hopeful before her expression fell. “Only, I lost a couple of pounds while I was working on my project. Someone didn’t feed me enough.”
“I’ll have a talk with this someone,” I said gravely.
“It was Nikki’s fault.”
“Mmm.”
“It was.” She took the soap and began lathering my chest.
I let her wash me in silence.
“Do you ever wish I was normal?” she said eventually.
“Nope.”
“Never?”
“Never.” I slid past her and stepped under the scalding spray. I rinsed as quickly as I could and then gasped, “How do you stand that?”
She shrugged. “I just do. I get cold at night.” She smiled up at me. “But you keep me warm, inside and out. Mmm, speaking of warm…”
“Hold that thought,” I chuckled. “I know how you are after a hot shower. You’ve also had a long day and a major orgasm.”
“So? I still wanna suck you. You promised!”
“In the morning.”
She pretend-glared, but I didn’t relent.
“Trust me. You won’t last five minutes once you finish your hair.”
She didn’t even last that long. She started yawning almost as soon as we toweled dry and released a cloud of steam into the air-conditioned bedroom. She did manage to put lotion on her skin, but she didn’t do her face or her hair. Instead, she crawled onto the air mattress and mumbled something about finishing later.
I reached over her and turned off the bedside light. Then I pulled the sheet over us. She sighed happily and snuggled into my arms when I wrapped them around her. Her breathing settled into a deep, slow rhythm. I lasted a bit longer, but then Hypnos cast his spell over me as well.
* * *
I woke up some time in the middle of the night.
Christy kissed my chest and sighed. “I told you,” she said after a moment. She stroked my hard-on, in case I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“You were serious?” I said groggily.
“I’m always serious about fellatio. Sorry. Only, I’m not. I couldn’t sleep. And it didn’t seem fair that you could, so… I took matters into my own hands. At least I waited for you to wake up. Before I started, I mean.”
“Very considerate.”
“And now that you are…” She tugged the sheet aside and planted a line of kisses down my stomach. Then she licked a drop of pre-come. “Mmm, leakage. Only, you have to promise not to go back to sleep when I finish. I’m serious, I want to talk.”
“Will do,” I said with more conviction than I actually felt.