PROTOTYPE 21 By Heck Comments to heck@beadyeye.me.uk CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE "I worked it out". We were alone in our suite, lounging about, doing nothing much really. I had been watching TV, and Lucy had been surfing the net. "Worked what out?" "My speed in miles per hour. It's more familiar to me. I found a site with a conversion table, and found that one kilometre is equal to oh-point- six-two-one miles. So, one hundred two-point-nine-three kph comes out at just a shade over seventy miles an hour". She paused for a second. "Ohmigod, when you say it out loud! Seventy miles an hour! That's really fast!" I held out my hand. She took it, and came to sit beside me on the sofa, grinning all over her perfect face. "You like being this way, don't you?" I said as I smoothed her hair away from her brow. "What way?" "Strong. Fast". "Yes. Yes, I do. It's a wonderful feeling. I feel so alive! I always kept myself fit, but this is a whole 'nother level. Such a tremendous feeling of wellness, it's like having a continuous buzz, you know? And it seems, the more I use it? The better I feel. I hardly get tired at all, and putting my muscles to work gives me the greatest high. It's hard to describe, but I love it". "I can tell", I said, kissing her smooth, high forehead. She cuddled up closer. "That obvious, huh? But I like being this way, too. Close to you, just sitting here nice and peaceful". "Me too. But even like this, I can feel the energy in you". "What, just sitting here?" "Aye. It's like you give off this aura. It's hard to explain, but it's almost like you're vibrating with health. Resonating with vigour. I don't know. Does this sound stupid? You give off these ... you have this ... I can't find the word. But just being with you makes me feel energised". "That's nice". "Mm. It's a funny feeling. There's and air of calm about you, serenity, almost, yet at the same time I'm aware of the strength in you even when you're sitting still". She gave me a light, playful tap on the thigh. "You only love me for my muscles", she grinned. She was only joking around. I knew that, but even so it was the first time the 'L' word had come up between us and I was taken aback, a little. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face so I could look into her eyes. Carpe diem. "Not only for that", I said seriously. Her brows creased in a mildly puzzled expression. "What are you saying?" I swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. My heart was hammering against my ribs. "That I don't only love you for your muscles". She sat up abruptly, and I thought she was repulsed for a second, but she kept hold of my hand and stared deeply and enquiringly. I held her gaze steadily, thinking how easily I could lose myself in those deep blue orbs of hers. "You do know what you're saying, don't you?" "Aye. I know exactly what I'm saying. I'm saying that I love you, Lucy Radovic. I love all of you, not just your body, and I would love you just the same if you had never been enhanced". "Wow. I thought you were just turned on by what my body can do. I never imagined ... " "Have I said too much?" I felt a bit foolish. I never told a woman I loved her before. At least, not and meant it. "Because if I did, I'm sorry. We can forget I ever said it. Forget it ever came up". "Ssh". She pressed an elegant finger to my lips. "Don't forget it. Don't you know, that's exactly what I've been longing to hear? Oh, Sean, all this time I thought you only wanted my body, when what I needed was your love. I thought you were just being a good friend, a great friend, with the sex as a bonus for you, you know?" She moved closer, pressing her thigh against mine. My heart threatened to burst from my chest as it dawned on me where she was going. "I love you too, darling. I have done for weeks, but I didn't want to say anything in case I scared you off". "I was frightened of scaring you off, too", "Ha!" She leaned in for a brief kiss. "What a pair of idiots!" "You said it". I kissed her again, harder. "I must have been a right numpty to keep it to myself, but I never realised". "Me neither". She silenced me with a longer kiss, our tongues gently caressing each other. "Mind you", I said after a while. "I really do love all that strength". She laughed, straddling my thigh and rubbing her crotch along my leg. She raised a cocked arm, slim and womanly but with more raw power in that single limb than I had in my entire body. The biceps rose in a smooth, feminine mound centimetres from my face. "You do, do you? Well, how d'you like them apples?" "Oh, yeah". My voice had gone all dark brown and husky. I reached up and caressed the muscle, wrapping my fingers round it, experiencing once again the marvel of it. Hard as teak. Soft as velvet. I traced its shape with my fingertips, exploring every curve and peak. I leaned forward and kissed it, lapped it with my tongue, closed my teeth on it so even my mouth could feel its granite hardness. Lucy arched her body. Her perfect breast brushed my cheek and her washboard belly rubbed against my chest as she stroked her flexed arm across my eager face. She raised her arms so I could strip her spandex halter from her, exposing her glorious breasts. I buried my face in their pulchritude, licking and chewing at her erect nipples while she moaned softly. My hands traversed her back, feeling the beautiful musculature sliding smoothly under her satiny skin, while Lucy's fingers played with the short hairs on the back on my neck, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "Oh, God", she breathed, her fingers finding the neck of my sweatshirt. "Oh, God, I want you. I want you inside me, right now". With a single, explosive motion she flung her hands apart, ripping my shirt down front and back, stripping the two halves of the garment from my arms. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Her mouth was on mine, now, her tongue delving deep and wrestling with mine. Her fingers deftly unfastened my belt and I pushed my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My full erection sprang to attention like a good little soldier. Lucy gave a lascivious smile and lowered her head to kiss the bulbous tip. Her tongue lapped around the purple head and her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft. I groaned and gritted my teeth, determined not to blow it, but gasped aloud as her mouth engulfed my phallus and she sucked hard. "Lucy!" I managed to get out. "Oh, my God! Lucy!" She went to her knees on the rug and her hands slid under to cup my buttocks. I felt myself raised by the power of her arms as she lifted me up and down, sliding my whole length between her full lips. My eyes closed, my head lolled back, and my hands kneaded her shoulders, digging in with what would have been painful force for any other woman. Very little impression on Lucy, of course. Faster and faster, she pumped me in and out of her wet, warm mouth. Her head was bobbing, but most of the action came from her arms. I began to thrust, unable to help myself, and felt an added thrill as she tickled my anus with a thumb. My hands gripped the back of the sofa and I levered myself up. Her hands took the majority of my weight, and her head moved as she took my entire length deep within her throat. "Oh, shit!" I yelled the expletive as the first tinglings of orgasm shuddered deep within me. "Lucy, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I warned, expecting her to remove her mouth. She didn't. She gave a low, guttural growl that vibrated along the length of my member, and sucked even harder. Her hands held me clear of the sofa so my body was like a bow supported on head, heels, and Lucy's hands. There was no way I could have held back, then, and I gave way to release, shooting my hot semen in rapturous spurts, deep into Lucy's throat. When I subsided, she gave my penis a last lick and a long, slow kiss. She lifted her head and looked at me under hooded eyelids, licking her lips seductively. "Mmm. Salty". I flopped onto the sofa, drained, with a stupid grin all over my face. The warmth of content washed through me, but Lucy wasn't finished yet. She stripped off my jeans and skivvies, leaving me totally naked, before hopping to her feet to remove her own shorts. I still couldn't get over the incredible sight of Lucy's nude body. It was a vision that literally made my mouth water. Here was a woman who could, if the spirit moved her, tear me apart like a wet tissue. Truly a body to die for. Or from. Yet she was so much woman that it made my very bones ache for her, and she was such a warm, giving person that I felt not in the slightest threatened by her. She stood before me with her hands clasped behind her head, one hip cocked provocatively and a coquettish smile on her lips. Her face, framed by a shaggy shock of short but thick blonde hair, was very nearly perfectly symmetrical, and her vivid blue eyes were deep pools of promise. Her squareish jawline and sculpted chin formed clean lines that complimented her high cheekbones and full, curved mouth. Her neck was rather long and flared out to wide shoulders and shapely, moderately muscular arms. Her breasts were full and firm, riding high on a chest that tapered to a narrow waist and flat belly where the planes and squares of her beautiful abdominal muscles were the only deeply defined part of her physique. To describe Lucy's legs would demand the skill of a classical poet. They were long, athletic, and lovely, with only the merest hint of the stupendous power that enabled her to run at over a hundred kph. Smiling down at me, she wet a finger and trailed it between her breasts and down her belly, tracing the outlines of her stomach muscles before pushing into the moist, glistening triangular nest at her pudenda. I sat enraptured, caught like a deer in her headlights, enjoying the wondrous sight of the glorious woman who said she loved me. I would have been content to just watch, for a while at least, but Lucy had other ideas. She sat beside me on the sofa and lay back, lifting her perfectly straight legs until her body was folded virtually in half, and spread her legs in a wide vee, exposing the wet, pink lips of her exquisite vulva to my captured gaze. The invitation was plain, and I didn't need it in writing. I drew my nails gently down the backs of her legs as I leaned forward. Lucy shivered deliciously at the sensation, and I lowered my face to her fecund sex. Her musky smell, redolent with female pheromone and headier than the most expensive perfumes, filled my nostrils and I breathed her aroma deeply. I gently kissed the perfectly formed pink lips, letting my tongue flick out to just touch the hard button of her clitoris. Gasping, she seized my head in her strong hands pulling me forcefully but not harshly against her. The taste of her was intoxicating. Sweet, slightly salty, and running freely, I lapped up her juices hungrily. I held on to her thighs and pushed my questing tongue deep inside the dark, moist tunnel of her vagina. I heard her moan as I explored her depths, sucking, licking, and kissing as deeply as I could reach. Her fingers tightened in my hair and she began to move, thrusting her buttocks to make as much of her available to me as she could. My mobile tongue busied itself with her engorged clitoris, and I slipped a finger into her hot wetness. I felt her vaginal walls tighten around my single digit, which was quite a trick, given her position. I thrust another finger in beside it, searching for the special spot I knew would give her the greatest pleasure, and a surprisingly deep growl rose in her throat, a growl not of warning but of ecstasy and encouragement, almost purring like a tiger. "Sean", she moaned. "Sean. Sean. That feels so-o-o good". My tongue was hard at work, now, and I redoubled my efforts, sensing her approaching climax. Her belly tensed, becoming so hard a blacksmith could have beaten hot steel on it. I thrust my fingers deeper, questing for the spot, and lashed her rigid button with my tongue. Lucy's legs began to stretch out. Her orgasm was rushing on like a train, fast and unstoppable. She squealed in delight, arching her spine and draping her legs across my back, hips plunging as the first waves slammed into her. Her thighs clamped tightly about my head and the sounds of her moans and gasps were abruptly cut off. I couldn't move my hand, but managed to keep my fingers and tongue mobile. Lucy climaxed with such ferocious violence that her body thrashed in near-epileptiform convulsions and, trapped between her thighs, I was tossed about like a raft on white water. The pressure on my skull grew and grew in proportion to her building climax, the enormous strength of her legs growing tighter and tighter until it was really painful. I felt my jawbone grinding in its sockets' and my face was mushed into distortion. I'm sure I felt the tiny gristly, grating of bone on bone. I couldn't breathe, and my tongue was trapped agonisingly between my teeth. The oxygen supply to my brain was being severely restricted and I could hear my own blood singing in my ears. Beginning to get panicky, thinking confusedly that Lucy had lost control, I half expected that she would inadvertently kill me by crushing my skull or snapping my neck. I had no doubt that she had the strength to do so. Her whole body was as rigid as a bar of iron, arched like an overstrung bow, humming with the power of her climax. I beat ineffectually at her teak-hard thighs, trying to alert her to my plight as little spots of light began to dance behind my eyelids. Just as I began to pass out, just as I thought I would never see her lovely face again but unable to think of a better way to die, she started to come down from the orgasmic heights. Her thighs relented and the pressure on my head ceased, blessed relief, as she writhed luxuriously on the pillows. I struggled out of her crotch and collapsed across her, gasping for breath as my head bounced on the still-spasming muscles of her flat belly. I lay there panting. We were both drenched in sweat, and her skin felt smoothly slick under my hand as I stroked her body, rising and falling to the rhythm of her breathing. There was something odd about the sounds she was making, and I levered myself up so I could see her face. She was crying! Her face was crumpled, and real tears coursed down her flawless cheeks. "Lucy, what's wrong?" I was full of concern. "Nothing", she sobbed. "Nothing at all. Oh, Sean". She reached down and hooked her fingers under my armpits, dragging me up the length of her body until my head nestled in the hollow of her neck. "I'm sorry. Sorry to be blubbing like a little girl. I just ... it's just ... I never came like that before. It was so wonderful, I just can't help myself. Nobody ever made me feel that way". "It'll be your enhancements", I said, rather unromantically, now that I come to think about it. "All your senses are hyper". "That may have something to do with it, but I think it's you". She sniffed. "I never made love with someone who loves me back". "I find that hard to believe", I said. "That you've never been loved". I wiped my mouth with my hand, removing most of her juice, and kissed her, lying full length atop her, unafraid to let her take my full weight. It was a wonderful feeling in itself and, I think, Lucy liked it too. "There's no doubt about it, though. I do love you. So much, it hurts". There was a double meaning in my words, but I don't think she got it. She did notice the reddening of my face and the still slightly smushed appearance, however. "Oh, shit, Sean! I didn't hurt you, did I?" There was real concern in her eyes, so I smiled brightly. "Aye", I admitted. "You did, for a minute. I did think, for a second, that you were going to crush my skull like a egg, and there was a distinct shortage in the oxygen department for a while. But it's OK now". "Geez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to". "I know. Don't worry about it. In fact, in retrospect, it was quite exciting. You can do it to me again, any time you like". I gave her a mock-serious look. "As long as you don't really crush my skull, of course". That made her laugh, and I felt her midriff harden against mine. It was nice. "Silly!" she giggled. "I would never hurt you on purpose. Hmm". She reached down between us, cupping her hand around a part of me that was hardening, too. "Looks like little Sean is nearly ready for more fun". She kissed my eyes tenderly. "We can't disappoint him. I still want you inside me, Would he like that?" "Who cares what he wants? I'm game!" Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me long and deep. That was enough to complete the process, and Little Sean was soon full awake once more. Lucy ground her hips against me, squirming her whole body beneath me, dragging her nails up my back. My entire body weight pressed down on her, but that hardly seemed to be a hindrance to her. Her legs parted and I felt her bushy mound against my phallus. I adjusted my hips and entered her warm, wet depth smoothly. "Mmm!" she moaned. "That's nice!" Her vagina closed snugly about me, welcoming me, taking my full length deep inside. "Lie still", she breathed. "Let's see what else this supercharged body of mine can do". I was a more than willing subject for the experiment. Anything for the good of science, that's me. Nothing seemed to happen, for a second. Then I let out a little 'oh!' of surprise, feeling her vulva clench around the base of my penis. The constriction moved up her vagina in a ripple, pulsing along my shaft to the head, and back again. It was a fabulous sensation, and I tensed as the wave began again. "Is that good?" she whispered. "Oh, my. Good isn't the word. It feels fantastic. How does it feel to you?" "Great. Let me try something else". Her belly muscles moved, rolling downwards in a wave. There was pressure on the head of my penis that suddenly released, making it feel as though it had abruptly forced its way through a tight aperture. "Whoa! That's good!" "Mm-hm. Keep still". Lucy caused both her belly and vaginal muscles ripple in oscillating waves, producing the most sensational sensation. It was a totally different experience and proved that, as well as amazing strength, she also possessed very precise and minute muscle control. "Oh, Sweet Jesus! That's incredible!" I pushed up on my hands, wanting to see her face, but her hand on the back of my neck restrained me. "No, stay still. I like the feel of your weight on me". Now the muscles of her inner thighs got in on the act, squeezing my balls gently at the end of each ripple. I wanted to move with her, and the effort of keeping still made the feeling even more intense. "Ahh! Good God, Lucy, you just get better and better!" I could feel the fluctuation of her muscles as they alternated between relax and flex, between oak and diamond, down the whole length of her body. She began to flex her pectorals so that her superb breasts pressed against my chest. Her belly rippled along mine, her vagina along my phallus, and her inner thighs on my balls. A total body experience that was ours and ours alone. Nobody else, I suspected, had ever experienced such euphoria. I kissed her neck and face, finding her mouth with mine. I spoke into her mouth, my voice muffled, rebreathing her air as she did mine. "God, woman, you're fantastic!" "It's good, isn't it?" "Brilliant. Oh! What was that?" "Just a little extra tweak. You like?" "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!" You know that feeling you get deep in the pit of your belly, just before you come? I had that feeling, but all over my body from my toenails to the roots of my hair, and it seemed to go on and on. On the point of orgasm, but not quite there, with the delicious sensation of Lucy's stupendous body flexing under me, I thought heaven couldn't be any better than this. I was floating on a light cloud of ecstasy, supported by the most glorious woman there could ever be. Lucy added a tiny pelvic thrust to her repertoire, elevating the experience to yet another plane altogether. I began to move reciprocally, unable to help myself any longer, and she didn't restrain me. "Oh, yes, this is it! Oh! Sean, come with me! Come with me! Oh, God!" I hadn't realised she was so close. I thrust deep and hard, burying my length in her depth at each stroke. Her pelvis slammed up to meet me, pumping harder and faster, and we moved like a pair of well-oiled pistons in a precision-engineered machine. "Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" I was mute. The gigantic orgasm building had robbed me of speech. "Come on, Sean! Come with me! Now! Now!" I did. The climax hit me with the force of a tsunami, crashing into me from head to foot in the throes of my first ever whole-body orgasm. My back arched and I rammed my manhood as deeply as I could while it pumped hot semen into her. Lucy's fingers had sunk into the fabric of the sofa, ripping the tough material in her frenzy. She yelled aloud in sheer ecstasy, thrusting upward, lifting my entire body on her arched hips. I thought it would never end. I had never, ever known anything as wonderfully, blazingly, rapturously, staggeringly shattering as that before. My entire being was suffused with the most powerful orgasm, and I truly thought I would die from absolute, total pleasure overload, and I didn't care. Below me, Lucy was sinking down to the sofa, lowering us both as little twitches and pops of climax still claimed her, but I was still coming. My ejaculate was spent, but the terrific sensation continued to wrack my body and I almost sobbed, I was so elated. I collapsed atop her, jerking as the final spasms eventually left me, dragging huge breaths into my starving lungs. "Sweet suffering Christ on a bike!" I said when I could at last speak, relapsing into the idiom of my home town. Lucy couldn't suppress a giggle. "Sweet who on a what?" "My God, Lucy, that was amazing! Incredible!" "Oh, yes, wasn't it, though?" "I didn't know it was possible to have so much pleasure all at once!" Her arms went round me and she held me close. "Let's just hope we get the chance to do it again. Lots of times".