Something in the Water Pt. 09

Had something gone terribly wrong? He wasn't sure. Had the women attacked them? He seemed to recall shirtless women tossing themselves on top of him. But that didn't seem right. Whatever had happened, he needed to get back to the hotel and regroup with the others. Maybe it was time to call in reinforcements.

Or maybe he needed to go for a swim. Yes, he definitely needed a swim. He turned and walked out of the church. There was a chill in the air. A swim in a cold lake seemed the perfect thing for the moment. He remembered Lake Ipuza Ikpi was only a few miles away. His automobile was still in the lot. He got in and drove his way out of town. An old, dusty dirt road lead him to the shores of the lake. It looked so peaceful and relaxing. Richard stepped on the accelerator and drove his car right off the rickety old pier.

He landed with a splash. As icy water moved up his ankles and caressed his calves, Richard thought about how nice it was to be out in the lake. He cranked down his window, crawled out, and dug his hands into the water. Stroke after stroke, Richard swam his way out into the middle of that large body of water as his car slipped from sight behind him.

Axcix chortled on the lake floor. She had some company now. The day had not gone exactly like she'd planned it. There were two more outsiders to round up. And she'd need to do that quickly, before they called in any more outsiders. But things had gone well enough. She sent out a recovery bubble to collect her new friend from the water. He might prove a useful tool should she have trouble collecting the other two.

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Susy followed Patrick into the house and closed the front door behind her. It had been a quiet ride back from the doctor's office. Susy was upset about the fistfight, and she didn't much care for having to wait in a different room while Patrick talked to the doctor's wife. The fact that Patrick wouldn't tell her what they talked about only made her frustration rise. "Go to your room, Pat."

"But, Mom, I'm hungry." Patrick looked back at Susy and immediately regretted saying anything. She looked about as stern as Susy Lannit ever got. Her eyes had narrowed and she had a vertical line running up the center of her forehead that said she wasn't about to put up with any nonsense.

"Get ... up ... stairs." Her voice was dark and full of fury. "Just wait until your father hears you've been fighting at school."

Without another word, Patrick headed for the stairs. He thought his father would probably be happy that Patrick had shown a little backbone. Fred always wanted Patrick to be more manly. But Patrick wasn't about to say anything of the sort to his mother.

Susy watched him go upstairs and heard his door slam. She then went about preparing dinner, muttering to herself as she put on an apron and moved about the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell echoed its tritone melody through the house. Susy wiped her hands on a dishtowel and went to see who was calling on the Lannits. She swung the door open and there stood the tutor from the day before. The red-haired woman had put on a touch more makeup today and had let her hair fall free to her shoulders. She wore a green circle dress with a bit too much of her bare collarbone showing for Susy's liking. Her magnified eyes looked through her glasses and darted a little here and there like she was uncomfortable. Or ashamed. She should be, Susy thought. "You have a lot of nerve coming here again, Miss ..."

"Mrs. Donna Farmer." Donna stuck out her right hand, but Susy didn't take it. After a moment, Donna pulled it back in and fiddled with the strap on her purse. "Uh ... I'm here ..." Donna's green eyes had a hard time meeting Susy's fierce brown ones. "... for another tutoring session."

"Mrs.?" Susy stepped onto the front porch and closed the front door behind her, forcing Donna to take a step back. She waved her pointer finger at the tutor. "You should be ashamed of yourself. I know what you did. Pat's barely eighteen and you, a married woman, seduce my poor boy into bed. Shame on you."

"I didn't mean ..." Donna hated every second of this, but she couldn't get turned away. She needed to feel Patrick's arms around her again. She needed the young man inside her. She was already wet thinking about it. "It's just ... I'm not ..." And what was worse, she couldn't help but notice how stunningly beautiful Susy was as the housewife scolded her. Why was she thinking these thoughts?

"You need to pray to God for forgiveness. And pray that your husband forgives you too." Susy opened the door again and stepped inside, looking out at the woman.

"I'm not ... religious." Donna looked down at her dress. She couldn't see her own kitten heels beyond the expanse of her chest. "I'm a woman of science."

"Even worse." Susy leaned a little closer. "I don't care what sort of help Patrick needs in school. He will get no tutoring from you. Never come back." Susy slammed the door in the woman's face.

Donna turned from the front door and walked back to her automobile. Tears snaked their way down her freckled cheeks. They weren't tears of shame. It was frustration that consumed her. She'd never before spent a night like she had in Patrick's bedroom and she wanted another taste. Just a nibble would do. Donna opened her door and sat in the driver's seat. She placed her face in her hands and continued to cry. She looked up when she heard the passenger door open.

"I snuck out. Quick, let's go before my mom sees us." Patrick slipped into the car and closed the door after him. He tugged his sweater back into place and frowned when he saw that Donna was crying. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Donna wiped at her eyes and turned the key in the ignition. The engine started up. "I must look a total mess." Donna could see the mascara on the back of her hand.

"You look beautiful." Patrick watched her in awe as they pulled away from the curb. She did have mascara spreading out from her eyes and running in black rivulets down her face. But to Patrick, it only made her look more enchanting. "I have some things I need to tell you."

"Okay." Donna glanced at him and adjusted her glasses. "We can't go back to my hotel. And your house is verboten."

"Verboten?" Patrick adjusted his own glasses in an unconscious mimic of Donna's motions, like some sort of poindexter mating ritual.

"It means off limits." A little smile crept across her face. It was good to talk to the eager boy again. What a rollercoaster. Minutes ago, she thought she wasn't going to see him. "Where should we go?"

"Let's go out by the lake. It's pretty out there, and this time of year we should have it to ourselves." Patrick pointed to the cross-street up ahead. "Take a right up there."

Donna did, and ten minutes later they found themselves at the end of the dusty dirt road, parked out by Lake Ipuza Ikpi. On the way over, they traded some small talk, both putting off a deeper conversation. Now, with the car engine off and both of them leaning their backs on their doors, they were ready.

"So." Patrick took a deep breath and let it out. "The first thing I have to tell you is that it's our sweat that's making us do stuff."

"What do you mean?" Donna cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know how, but something changed in Portsmith, and now when we sweat we can ... um ... we have ..." Patrick watched Donna's expression closely. She seemed interested. Her face still had the streaks of mascara, which leant her a more serious look. It seemed almost like she was an Indian with war paint. "Sex," Patrick blurted out. "It makes us have sex."

"Sort of like the Arviat case in 1905?" Donna pretended not to notice how Patrick's eyes kept falling to her chest. "Interesting. I'm impressed. What else did our junior investigator discover?" Donna regretting saying this almost instantly. The our referred to her and her husband Mark, and she did not want to think of him at the moment.

"Well, um ..." Patrick readjusted his glasses. "I had a, um, thing with my councilor. She knew about the sweat, and she used it on me. I didn't want to. I'm sorry, Mrs. Farmer."

"First, I think at this point you can call me Donna." Her smile was full of warmth. "Second, you don't need to be sorry. We're not going steady or anything." When she said that, Donna saw his face fall. "And third, no long faces when we're together, okay? Why don't you show me again how the sweat works?"

"What?" Patrick's sad eyes brightened a little.

"Show me how the sweat works." Donna nodded encouragement.

"Well, if it's going to be me, I have to start sweating, I guess." Patrick opened the door and stepped out of the car onto the soft dirt parking lot. He started doing jumping jacks.

Donna's smile widened as she watched the goofy teenager move about. Her gaze fell to his pants, and she saw the hefty package he had in there shifting with each jump. It hadn't been just her imagination. Patrick really did have an enormous cock.

After a couple minutes, Patrick had worked up a good sweat, even in the brisk, shady woods. He slid back into the passenger seat and closed the door behind him. "And now, I think it just does its thing. Do you feel any different?"

"Yes." Donna's pussy dripped and she was breathing like she herself had just done several minutes of jumping jacks. She was so ready. "Great job with your investigations, Pat. I'm so proud of you." Donna removed her glasses and set them on the dash. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Patrick's lips. She then gently nibbled his upper lip.

"I love you, Donna." Patrick placed his hands on her back and pulled her into him, pressing her soft, round boobs into his bony chest. He kissed her all over her lips and cheeks, smearing her mascara further.

"I told you," Donna said between kisses. "Not to say the L ... O ... V ... E ... word."

"But it's true." Patrick leaned back and looked at her earnestly. He took off his glasses and put them next to Donna's. "Other than my mom, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. The woman of my dreams."

"Now that's something a woman never wants to hear." Donna unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. His monster sprung free. Donna's pupils dilated as she gazed down at it. "To be compared to your mother." She grabbed the dick and slid her hands up and down. "Wait." She looked up at Patrick. "Have you done something with your mother?" The thought, for some reason, drove Donna even more mad with lust. This small polite boy, taking his own very womanly mother. She imagined their coupling would look much like how Donna looked with Patrick.

"No." Patrick put a hand on Donna's red hair and gently pushed her toward his dick. "Well, I kissed her. But that's all."

"My goodness, Pat." Donna looked up at him as she lowered toward his cock. "You would do it with her if you could, wouldn't you?"

Patrick shrugged and then gave a very slight nod. He wanted to be honest with Donna.

"Well, I'll have to serve as a substitute." She let his cockhead slip into her mouth. Sparks flew before her eyes as the precum dissolved on her tongue. It was as good as she remembered it. Soon, Donna was bobbing her head and the car was filled with the sounds of her slurping and gagging. This was nothing like taking care of Mark. That was a gentle, coaxing enterprise. With Patrick, it was raw and almost savage.

"Oh, gosh. Donna, are you going ... to swallow it?" Patrick pressed down on her head a little more firmly, causing her to take almost half his length.

"Yyemmmmmssssssss." Donna tried to tell him yes, but instead she made a series of sputtering sounds. When the cum hit her throat, her muscles tensed. She swallowed as much as she could, but she was barely aware of her own body. When lucidity returned, she found her head in Patrick's lap and she was looking up at his great length. She felt cum in her hair, on her face, and soaking into her dress. "There's just so much of it." She wasn't even sure if she was referring to the span of his cock, the quantity of his cum, or his amazing stamina. "You want more, Pat?" She quickly kissed his right testicle and sat up.

"Yes, please."

"I can't believe you keep going the way you do." Donna wiggled out of her panties and surveyed the front seat. It was a bit awkward to straddle him. She hadn't ever done it with Mark in the car.

"Me either." Patrick looked out at the lake. Daylight was fading. He should probably get home, but he wanted to go all the way with her again.

If only Patrick and Donna had known that under the water line, not far from them, there was a recently placed automobile. And a little farther out, there was a strange, metallic ball watching them with one eye, and watching something else with another. Axcix's new catch, Richard, spun in a bubble under the water. His transformation starting.

Back in the car, Donna had figured out how best to proceed. She pulled her dress up around her waist and climbed onto Patrick's lap facing away from him. "I'm going to put it in now." She reached under her and guided the monster into her sopping pussy. She pressed her hips down and back, closing her eyes. The penis slipped in. "My God, Patrick. With your cock you could have any woman ... ooohhhhh ... any woman you wanted." Donna couldn't help but think of what Susy Lannit might look similarly speared on Patrick's pole.

"This is the best." Patrick put his hands on her butt and squeezed. "You're the best." He pulled her further down until the whole thing was inside her.

"Ohhhhh. I'm so full." Donna placed her hands on his thighs for support and bounced up and down. "I'm completely filled up." She opened her green eyes, and her gaze looked out through the windshield and over the lake, but her eyes took in none of the scenery. She screamed out her first orgasm after a few minutes, and followed it with one after another. She rode him like that for a long time.

When he was ready to cum, Patrick did the noble thing and pulled Donna off his dick. He sprayed her butt and back with his cum, watching her writhe in ecstasy as it soaked through her dress.

It took Donna a couple minutes to compose herself. She then twisted to look back at Patrick and planted a light kiss on his lips. "That was marvelous." She retrieved her own glasses and put them on. Then, she grabbed Patrick's spectacles and tenderly put them on his handsome face. "We need to get you home before your mom blows a gasket." It was mostly dark outside.

"Yeah, good idea." Even the thought of an angry mom couldn't wipe the smile off Patrick's face.

Donna reached behind her and felt the mess Patrick had made on her dress. "And it looks like I'll have more evidence for Mark." She shimmied back into the driver's seat and started the car.

"What?" Patrick's voice sounded sudden alarm.

"Don't worry, just a bad joke." Donna rolled her eyes and pulled the car out of the parking lot. "Think nothing of it, my lord." Donna glanced at the boy. Why had she said that? That was something she only said to her husband.

"Of course, my lady." Patrick had heard Mark and Donna with their back and forth, and knew how to reply to a my lord. "I love you, Donna." Patrick put his head on her shoulder and watched the forest pass on either side as they headed home. He gently reached over and cupped her right boob with his hand.

"You keep doing what you're doing to me, and I might just say that back to you some day." Donna smiled. She liked the weight of his head on her shoulder and his soft touch on her heavy breast. She liked the way her pussy had expanded to accommodate his great size. There was no way she wouldn't try to see him again tomorrow.