When she woke up early the next morning, the sun just beginning to rise, Lizzy was happy to see that Michael remained in bed with her. He could have gotten up again. Not only had she apparently rolled off of him at some point during the night, she was pretty sure he wouldn't have easily wakened her after wearing her out with his cock.
Due to his mask, she couldn't tell if he was really asleep or not. Since he didn't seem to be looking at her, she was guessing he was asleep and slowly, gently straddled him. His cock, though soft, was a hot lump against her exposed pussy. Leaning in, she softly kissed the pale lips of his latex mask before gripping the sides and sliding it off of his head. She was a little relieved to find that his eyes were closed.
There was no telling when the last time was someone else saw his face. If he was anything like she'd heard when growing up, he was never without his mask. She was looking at the face of a man the authorities would no doubt love to get an updated description of and yet all she wanted to do was kiss him while taking his cock once more.
Leaning in again, she closed her eyes, intending to kiss his exposed mouth. As soon as her lips touched his, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat and he flipped her over on her back, laying between her legs. Her were eyes open wide and she looked up at him, not expecting this to be the way she looked him directly in the eyes for the first time.
Lizzy found herself unable to breath, unable to speak, and hardly able to move. She didn't know if she struggled to move because she was frightened or because she didn't want him to stop. Probably the latter since she could feel her pussy getting wet against his cock as he pressed it against her.
Michael watched as her face started getting red. It was a familiar sight to him, though usually the girl wasn't trying to grind her pussy against him. Wasn't ready and willing to make him cum, more than once if she had her way.
Her managing to remove his mask was a rare feat. It brought him back to October of 1963 and how he felt before he got his clown mask. How exposed he felt and how the mask helped hide the rage building up inside him.
He could feel her body beginning to tremble underneath him, similar to how she reacted when he gave her an orgasm. Except once the trembling stopped this time, there would be no further begging from her. At this thought, he released her throat and instead flipped her over onto her stomach, remaining on top of her.
She gasped for air, able to feel his hardening cock pushed between her ass cheeks. She thought he was about to slip his dick up her ass again. While she surprisingly didn't feel sore there, just a little sensitive, she was certain it was still loose. Those thoughts brought a fresh wave of wetness to her pussy.
He moved back and she wondered if he changed his mind entirely. She'd have to just change his mind back. Instead, he lifted her hips up slightly from the mattress and pressed the head of his cock at the moist lips of her pussy, easily sliding in and quickly filling her up as deep as he could with his thick meat. She gasped, the sensitive, tingling walls of her pussy clamping around his cock like it was hugging a dear friend. It had quickly become a dear friend for her.
Grabbing a pillow to place underneath her midsection, Michael released Lizzy and began to grind on top of her, laying over her with his big hands flat on the mattress near her head. His cock was slowly pulsing inside of her pussy, his grinding just as slow. Her pussy on the other hand was quickly getting wetter and she moaned when she intentionally squeezed the walls of her pussy around his shaft, every sensitive spot in her pussy lighting up at once.
In that position, she couldn't easily rub at her clit, but she was pretty sure she wouldn't need to. She was already close to cumming for the first time that day. The first of many times she hoped. She moaned again as the speed of his grind picked up, causing her pussy to unintentionally, rapidly, repeatedly squeeze around his cock. Her breathing hitched when he pressed harder against her, getting his cock a little deeper, and she came. Her pussy twitched hard around his cock as her juices gushed against his cock, leaking out onto her pillow and bed spread.
"Keep going, Michael," she said, her voice low, closing her eyes and stretching her arms out in front of her. "Fuck my pussy until you cum in it. It's all yours."
As if her words excited him, he started rocking his hips into her, his cock grinding harder inside her wet pussy and somehow digging just a little deeper. This got a squeal out of her and she grabbed at the covers. His meat was pulsing harder, working up to dumping more cum inside of her as she requested. In the meantime, he was more than welcome to continue grinding away at her pussy.
His hands also clutched the covers, though not as tightly as her hands were. His eyes were open, looking down at the back of her head, her blonde hair. He knew guys sometimes grabbed a girl's hair when they fucked them from behind. While girls seemed to enjoy it, he'd never tried it. It was tempting to try it with Lizzy. He had no doubt she'd enjoy it.
He didn't, not at that moment, focusing on working his hips. His breathing was starting to get heavier. He felt her cum again, her moaning getting louder as more of her pussy juice seeped out. Every time the walls of her pussy contracted around his fat cock, the head twitched hard inside of her and he tried to grind even harder against her, into her.
"Choke me!" she said. Though it caught her a little off-guard to be able to blurt it out so easily, she meant it. "Choke me while you cum!"
A request he'd never received before as it was usually the opposite, begging him to stop choking them, yet it was so easy to carry out. Reaching around with one hand, he grabbed her throat and squeezed tightly. He saw her hands grip the covers even tighter in response and felt her pussy grab hard around his cock.
She began to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. His cock was pulsing and twitching rapidly inside her pussy as he continued rocking his hips against her grip. When the head swelled slightly before his white seed spurted out in several, long, thick strings, she came once more herself. She came harder than before in fact, her pussy squeezing his shaft harder than she'd ever managed before, demanding every last drop of his cum as her juices rushed against his shaft and out onto her bed.
When he released her throat a moment later, she kept her eyes closed, catching her breathe and loosening her grip on the covers. He was still on top of her, but his grinding and rocking had ceased as he caught his own breathe.
"Michael," Lizzy said, almost completely relaxed face down on her bed with his cock crammed into her still slightly twitching pussy. Because of that, she regretted having to say what she had to say next. "I need to pee."
It seemed like he stopped moving entirely, even breathing at that statement. She almost giggled knowing he was just staring down at her, she imagined close to feeling as relaxed as she did. Slowly he pulled his cock out of her and rolled next to her. His cock was still hard, coated with both of their orgasms.
"Come with me and keep me company," she said, the sight of his cock irresistible to her.
She climbed off of the bed and he followed her. In the bathroom, she sat on the toilet seat, not peeing just yet. Instead, she motioned him closer and when he was standing right in front of her, she took his cock into her mouth. It wasn't the first time she'd tasted herself, but it was the first time she tasted both of them at the same time.
With his cock in place, she started peeing finally. The only two sounds in the room for the time being was that of her golden stream hitting the water and her mouth slurping on his big cock head, cleaning it with her tongue, digging into his own piss hole for any lingering drops that weren't smeared along the shaft of his cock or buried deep in her womb.
He looked down as she sucked away at the tip of his cock, reminding him of how the previous day with her started. Looking further down, between her spread legs, he could just barely seeing her urine emptying into the dark toilet bowl. Watching a girl pee was completely new for him. He knew it was something private, something not every girl wanted a guy to see. This girl wanted him to see though and he wasn't sure how to feel. His cock was still hard, so he supposed he liked it, but her eager mouth no doubt played a role in that hardness too.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lizzy slowly pulled her mouth off of the head of Michael's cock, her saliva dripping from the tip as well as out of her still open mouth.
"Fuck, I hope whoever that is just goes away," she said, her piss dribbling to a stop as she waited to see if they would indeed move on if no one answered the door. It rang again followed by knocking. "I'm sorry, I better answer it. Just wait up here. Hopefully it won't take more than a moment."
She stood up from the toilet and flushed before running out of the bathroom to her room. Grabbing her robe, she put it on tightly to conceal her nude body and headed downstairs, the doorbell ringing again in the process. Wiping any remaining drool from her mouth, she opened the door expecting Mormons or a deliveryman. It was actually someone she knew and not someone she was exactly happy to see. Charles Lawson, who she'd known since the third grade and who probably had a crush on her for just as long.
"Hi, Lizzy," he said with a big smile, a piece of breakfast stuck in his front teeth. "I heard you were back in town."
"Hi, Charles," she said, returning a smile nowhere near as big. "I'm just back for winter break. I'll be returning to college in a few days."
"That's just fine!" he said, trying to look over her shoulder into the house. She moved to block his view, but she quickly forgot all about that when he then said, "I'm transferring to the same college for the upcoming semester! We'll probably see each other every day!"
She wondered if her parents would accept her suddenly dropping out of college and said, "Wow, Charles. That's... some news. Why though?"
"Well, your university doesn't have as rigorous of a science program as I'd like, but I figure that if you're going to experience college, why not do it with your friends?" he said, bouncing on his feet in excitement. She had a feeling that she knew who those friends or rather friend was and she didn't want to be it. "Say, can I come in? It's mighty cold out here."
She started to tell him no, but he stepped under her arm and into the house anyway. "Sure, why not? I'm just sucking cock," she said, muttering the last part, not that he would have heard as he was already making his way to the sofa to make himself at home. She covered her hand over her mouth to hide a laugh when she realized it was the same cushion Michael first fucked her on, her pussy juice never cleaned from it.
"So how it college going for you? Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked, a question she knew would come up sooner or later.
"Yes, I do," she said quickly, immediately thinking of Michael. Now she was regretting telling him to stay upstairs.
"Well... that's nice," he said, at a loss for how to respond, clearly hoping to learn that she was single and ready to finally date him.
"Is there anything else I can help you with, Charles?" she said, getting more eager by the second to return to Michael. His cock in one of her three holes was the perfect reliever of any stress caused by a visit from Charles Lawson. The thought made him sound like a nickname for her period, but there was no nice way to put it. He was a nuisance and made it easy to dislike him.
"Not really," he said and she hoped that meant he planned to leave soon. "I just figured since your parents are out of town and my parents are busy with my sister, you could use the company."
"I'm sorry, Charles, but this isn't the best timing," she said, wondering if he'd been watching their house to know her parents were gone. "I was just about to step in the shower. I'm sure we'll get a chance to talk at school."
"That's fine," he said, waving a hand and standing up from the sofa, she hoped to walk to the front door. "I can entertain myself while you shower. Have you had breakfast yet? I can make you something."
He turned towards the kitchen, but he only got a few feet before one of his hands struck a vase and sent to the floor, shattering on impact. It was a complete mistake and she wasn't even particularly upset about it. It gave her good reason to send him away though.
"I'm so sorry!" he said, spinning around to face her. "Where's your broom? I bet we can glue it back together!"
"It's fine, Charles," she said, keeping her voice calm. "But maybe you should go now. I can take care of the vase myself. It's not a big deal."
He looked like he wanted to say something else, to do anything to convince her to let him stay. In a way, she felt a little bad for him. Fortunately, he went with her idea and left. After he was gone, she leaned against the door and let out a long sigh. She glanced at the vase and decided she would clean it up later, running up the stairs to return to Michael.
Lizzy saw he wasn't in her bedroom and thought he was waiting in the bathroom, waiting to continue. He wasn't there either. She quickly checked the other rooms upstairs and there was no sign of him in any of them either.
"Michael?" she said as she headed back downstairs to search there, wondering if he managed to sneak down while she was distracted with Charles.
She checked out front before making her way to the kitchen and checked out back too. She found that door to be unlocked when she was certain it'd been locked before and there were also shoe prints in the snow leading away from the house.
"Michael?" she said again, hoping he'd pop his head out from behind the storage shed or some other hiding place. But he didn't and she felt tears forming as she closed the door, leaving it unlocked, just in case.
As she went back to the living room and sat on the sofa, she thought of Charles and hoped his presence, his intruding presence hadn't frightened off Michael. Had she known it was him at the door, she might have even sent Michael down to answer it for her. A simple way to let Charles know just how busy she was and how unavailable she was to him.
Eventually, she went upstairs and showered. It wasn't the shower she'd had in mind for that day, far from it. She felt sad, alone, even a little disgusting, feeling as if she failed in some way at doing everything she could to keep Michael around. When she was finished showering, she realized she spent nearly an hour in there, lost in her thoughts and self-pity.
When it was closer to evening, she poured herself a glass of wine and opened her laptop, realizing that thanks to Michael, she hadn't used it at all the day before, a rare occurrence for her. She didn't even consider going onto the webcam show site. She was in no mood for that. She checked her email instead and looked through the photos her mother had posted from their vacation. It looked like her parents were having a lot of fun, clearly enjoying the warmer weather more than the cold weather back at home.
Going downstairs to see if there was another bottle of wine, she didn't make it to the kitchen for she found that Michael had returned and was sitting on the sofa. He couldn't have been there long, the snow on the floor from his boots leading from the kitchen only half melted. His mask was back on and he simply stared at her.
"Michael, you came back!" Lizzy said, setting her empty glass down on the coffee table as she approached him. "I thought you'd left me."
She proceeded to climb onto his lap, straddling him. He didn't stop her and even placed his hands on her hips, squeezing gently. She brought her lips close to the lips of his mask, wishing to kiss him. She moved her hands to his mask and started to pull at it. He allowed this and he didn't even choke her again when she kissed him hard on his mouth.
"I love you," she said, her voice a whisper as she kissed and lightly sucked at the side of his neck. "Don't leave me, Michael."
She found her hands already roaming to the zipper of his coveralls, tugging it down. She was a slave to his body, to his cock. His own personal slut. She spent most of the day and part of the night feeling like shit, fearing he'd runaway from her, and in less than a minute after his reappearance, she was already trying to dig his cock back out.
She grasped his hardening meat with both hands, gripping it tightly and pumping to get it harder. His cock was hot in her hands and his breath got caught in his throat as she rubbed both thumbs against the fat head, pre-cum beginning to form at his piss hole.
She felt his hands grasp the waist of her sweat pants and panties, pulling both down slightly to grab her ass cheeks. He spread them, one of his big fingers poking at her asshole, making her gasp, her hole involuntarily tightening. He didn't focus on her ass for long however, letting her cheeks close and instead moving a hand to palm her moistening pussy, pressing harder against it, grinding his palm over her clit. The toying of her clit did a lot to make her wetter and she leaned her head against him, moaning into his chest.
His cock throbbed in her tugging hands and he couldn't help letting out a groan when she squeezed the shaft tightly and rubbed her thumbs rapidly at the head again, the pre-cum acting as lube for her thumbs. He knew where she really wanted his cock and he was more than willing to let her have her way. He didn't know what he felt for her, not when it came to what she claimed to feel for him, but even he couldn't deny the pleasure derived from a horny girl taking your cock in one or more of her orifices.
Michael watched as Lizzy released him to remove her pants and panties the rest of the way before gripping his hard, dripping cock by the base. He removed his hand from her pussy, the palm smeared with her nectar and watched as she guided his meat towards her wet opening. His cock twitched as she forced the head to meet her clit, grinding the two together. She looked down at what she was doing to herself, moaning more. He wouldn't have objected if she kept that up, having no doubt it would lead to him cumming still, even if it took a little longer.
She finally stopped teasing both him and herself and let his cock slide into her pussy. She groaned as she settled down fully onto his lap, forcing his big cock deep. For a moment, she just sat there, enjoying to feeling of his cock stuffed inside of her, stretching the walls of her pussy. Despite him having already fucked her there, it still took a little getting used to.
As she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth, pressing down to grind his cock as deep as she could get it inside her pussy, she kissed him on the mouth again. This time, she pushed things a little further by sliding her tongue into his mouth, meeting his tongue and flicking against it. She realized he could snap and do something like bite her tongue right off. She didn't believe he would though and he didn't, even rubbing his tongue back against hers slightly.
She felt his hand move to her pussy again, a single finger flicking at her clit. In response, she began to rock her hips a little faster, the walls of her pussy hugging his pulsing cock tightly. Groaning into his mouth, she started to cum, pushing down extra hard as a wave of her juices gushed over his meat. He didn't cum with her, but she knew that he would soon.
Even as Lizzy broke her kiss with Michael to catch her breath, she didn't let up on the rocking of her hips, moving even faster. Her hands gripped the cushion of the sofa behind him as she gripped his cock as hard as she could with her pussy, causing herself to moan from how much bigger it made his cock feel inside of her, how much more sensitive it made her pussy feel.
"I want you to cum with me when I cum again," she said in a whisper to his ear. "Empty those big balls into me. Please, Michael."
If he chose not to oblige her, she wouldn't hesitate to use her mouth to make him cum instead. That would be plenty fun itself, for both of them.
She rocked even faster, her breathing getting heavier again and she could hear his getting heavier too. She continually squeezed his cock with her pussy, even getting another groan out of him. She could feel his cock cock shuddering inside of her, ready to blow at any moment.
Releasing the sofa, she placed a hand gently over his hand that was toying her clit and she used her other hand to reach down for his balls, squeezing them, feeling their heat and their hard pulse. Moving the hand away from his balls, she joined the hand with her other instead, both pushing his finger harder at her clit.
Rocking her hips faster, it only lasted a moment before she came again, her juices flooding, her body twitching around his cock. At the same time, his cock twitched with each shot of his jizz expelled from the head.
"Thank you," she said as they both caught their breath and she laid her head against his chest. "I love you, Michael. You're perfect for me."