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The Weekend Captive (M+/f-teen, ff-teens, inc, reluc,
drugs, prost, bd)
by Anonymous Author (no address provided
Originally published by The Editor
***
Chapter 1
The Spender house was spacious, painted white with
colored awnings over the windows, the long marble-
flagged terrace led down to a swimming pool, the
neighbors were hidden by rows of flowering eucalyptus
and the wide garage held three cars. Arnold Spender was
rich had always been rich as his father before him and
his father before him. Beyond that generation the
tracing was lost, as his wife Susannah too often
mentioned during rounds of family-tree accounting.
Nevertheless he belonged she always conceded since his
ancestors on his mother's side were pioneers like her
own, one of whom crossed the Delaware with George
Washington and another died as a young lieutenant at
Valley Forge. They should be living in Boston or New
York, Susannah constantly complained, instead of being
surrounded by the nouveaux rich of Long Beach. She was
all snob whereas Arnold was only part snob, a bright and
successful petroleum engineer who still retained the
flavor of his Ivy League days at Harvard.
Who they were and what they were, these were the ever
repeated legends of themselves instilled in their
daughter, their own little Princess as they called her.
They scoffed at the idea of a generation gap in their
closely united family, forgetting that the younger
generation that lived at Long Beach was beyond their
comprehension. Their friends were older or seemed older
than themselves, but were usually as rich, belonging to
the same clubs and having much the same interests. In
this circle the young Linda was nurtured and brought up
in the belief that she had inherited the earth.
The Spenders had good cause to be proud of Linda. Bright
at school, popular with all their friends and their
children, never complaining about going to church, she
never gave her parents any anxious moments except for
her daring in the surf. The California beaches and the
beaches on Hawaii where they often vacationed were an
irresistible magnet to their beautiful, sun-blonde
13 year old daughter.
Her mother claimed to have passed on to Linda a perfect
figure, an open, nicely rounded face with a slightly
pointed chin, big hazel eyes and a soft, velvety skin
that never tanned deeply, retaining under the hottest
sun a honey brown that sometimes disturbed her father
with its sheen of sensuality, giving him feelings to
which he would never admit, even to himself.
Linda was not yet fully developed. She would grow taller
and the small excess of baby fat around her high,
perfectly rounded bottom would go. Once in a party frock
the bodice pushed up her breasts so that they formed two
little mounds above it, causing Arnold to remark that
their little girl was a big girl now. Naked, as her
parents sometimes saw her running from a shower, her
breasts showed like two firm oranges, her thighs and
calves like a graceful athlete in a Cretan painting.
Linda was their proudest possession; she was a precious
jewel. Yet they realized that she would one day live her
own life and must prepare for it, therefore she was
allowed complete freedom to stay out alone with a boy,
as long as he was as well bred as Tom Blackwell and as
long as she was home before midnight. The Spenders
enjoyed a lot of night life themselves, always feeling
secure in their belief that their Princess would never
stray from the straight and narrow path laid out for
her.
Arnold's professional and investment interests in oil
extended to Australia where new oil field discoveries
were extending his own little empire. As vice-president
of a California company he was invited to sit as a
director on the board of its Australian associate
company, a position which would mean occasional journeys
out to Sydney. He and Susannah were both looking forward
to a holiday in the antipodean sunshine in the near
future, where the summer was at its highest and where
Linda could enjoy a surfing break from her high school
studies.
Earlier that evening when Linda had gone to a drive-in
with Tom, Arnold and Susannah had visited a friend's
house for a champagne supper. As usual, they left early,
intending to be home long before Linda arrived back.
They had celebrated somewhat more alcoholically than
usual, mixing too many cocktails with too much
champagne, but nevertheless they were home and undressed
before eleven.
Susannah, an older, taller and well preserved replica of
her daughter, wanted to dance so Arnold turned out the
lights, put on a record and, blithely naked, they danced
slowly across the living room floor toward the long
settee. Warmed by the drinks and the central heating,
their bodies slightly perspiring, they began to feel one
another, Susannah squeezing his slowly hardening cock
while Arnold slid his hand down the cleft of her ass-
cheeks, down until he could stretch a finger to the back
of her slippery cunt. Susannah suddenly broke away from
him. Surprised, he asked her what was wrong.
"I don't suppose it's anything," she replied "Perhaps
it's just that I've had too much to drink. I had a
sudden thought that something might happen to Linda in
Australia. You know, something with men. Some people say
the Australians are uncouth."
"At least, honey, they don't go around shooting each
other as often as Americans do. All the ones I've met
were nice. They drink a lot and play a lot but they are
very respectful towards women. As a matter of fact I've
heard it said that they would rather soak than poke."
Susannah gave him a sour look. Vulgarities were rarely
well received by Susannah, except when they were making
love. Tonight he was sure not in a mood for soaking up
booze, he was all for a good long fuck. He pulled his
wife down on the settee, his cock still erected to half-
ready hardness. Her mood was inhibiting him.
"Look, baby, we'll be there to look after her," he
cajoled.
"Yes, of course, sweetheart. It's just that I have a
kind of premonition. Perhaps we shouldn't go. It may be
something to do with the jet. It's a long flight out to
Sydney." The more she talked the softer grew his prick.
There was only one sure way of getting her to shut up,
and he pushed her back against the cushions and opened
her legs.
In the dim light, Arnold could make out the pale sheen
of her soft skin, and his eyes traveled greedily over
her still firm breasts with their dark, mouth-watering
nipples. From there, he glanced down to her trim waist
with its softly rounded stomach, and his breath
quickened as his eyes came to the dark patch of curling
hair which drifted down and around the rosy lips of her
cunt. Arnold held her legs apart for several minutes,
staring hungrily at the exposed area. Then, unable to
restrain himself any longer, he plunged his head down
between her widespread legs and buried his face in her
hotly pulsating pubic area.
Susannah's little clitoris was already erect when his
darting tongue found it and frantically began to lick at
it, his lips closed around the tip of it lovingly as he
tried to suck it into his mouth. Then he licked sloppily
down to her hotly pulsating cunt, and he jabbed in and
out as if he were fucking her with his tongue, running
it hungrily around her wetly steaming cunt and sucking
the oozing juices into his mouth.
Already, he could feel her cunt throbbing madly toward
her climax. This was always the best way ... when he
could bring her to a quick orgasm with his mouth. But
that was only the beginning; that first climax got them
both so hot that whatever they did after that was always
far more exciting to both of them. Arnold extended his
tongue to its fullest length and rammed it as far as it
would go into the hot tunnel of her vibrating cunt, and
she began to moan as he licked and prodded at the soft
tender flesh of her dripping pussy.
His tongue flicked in and out in a furious staccato
rhythm as her juices flowed in a hotly excited stream,
and he sucked them into his open mouth. Now her thighs
were starting to twist and jerk, and she clamped her
hands down on his head, crushing his lips into her
steaming cuntal area, and she opened her mouth in a long
agonizing wail as her orgasm exploded. They were both so
intensely involved in their lovemaking that they were
totally unaware that they were not alone.
Chapter 2
The moonlight shimmered on the dark Pacific, and the
wind sighed in the pines but Linda cared nothing for the
beauty of the surroundings or the pungent aroma of the
pines as her swirling emotions churned inside her. The
tortured girl leaned her blonde head forward on the
dashboard of the convertible, her lithesome young body
shaking with sobs, her stomach muscles contracted in
spasms of hurt and humiliation. Slowly she wiped the
sticky fluid from her cheek and neck as Tom lay back in
the seat, pale and aghast. Oh God, what have I done, he
said to himself, closing his eyes and wishing himself a
thousand miles away.
It was their last night together before Linda and her
family were to leave for Australia a night that the
blonde teenager had hoped would become a beautiful,
romantic memory during the two weeks she would be away
from her young boyfriend. And now this had happened to
ruin everything!
She knew about the human body from her biology classes
and sex instruction, but to experience what she had just
gone through was shattering. It had begun as their
petting so often did, with kissing and fondling, with
Tom's hand sometimes feeling up between her thighs,
sending thrilling tremors through her ripe body as it
slowly passed over the panty-covered mound of her
sensitive triangle. This time she had let him tenderly
kiss one of her small pink nipples, although she pushed
him away when he began to suck and nibble in eagerly
abandoned passion.
"Please Linda, let's do it right," he had begged,
breathing hotly against her ear while he began to feel
his way surreptitiously along the inside of her thigh.
He had almost reached the warmth of her pussy, had
almost touched the sparse tangle of pubic curls through
her flimsy panties when she roughly pushed his hand
away.
"Tom Blackwell the Third, don't you know how much I want
to?" she asked. "I wish we were naked together, and some
day we will be, but I intend to remain a virgin until we
are properly married. Supposing we never married ...
supposing you were to fall in love with someone else ...
wouldn't I be ruined for some other man who might want
to marry me? Besides, I'm much too young to marry, and
we'll just have to wait. My parents didn't bring me up
to become a loose woman."
Tom was forced to think rationally. Linda was only
fifteen, and at seventeen he himself was too young to
marry. He felt depressed at the prospect of having to
wait two, three, maybe more years before he could take
that delicious young body naked into his arms. He had
known Linda since they were both small children. They
were together every summer, usually spent on the beach
where he had observed her lithe sun-browned body begin
to fill out into adolescent womanhood, to change from a
wild tomboy who surfed and rode a board as well as any
of them, into a lovely golden creature who verged on
being a goddess.
Now, on this important night, the girl he adored was
weeping and showing every indication of being revolted
by him. It had been an ungovernable urge that had
apparently wrecked their friendship, and there was no
doubt that Linda would share the blame. When their
petting had reached a stage where it seemed that both of
them would lose all restraint, he had unzipped his fly
to expose his rock-hard cock, and Linda had gazed at it
as though entranced, slowly moving her hand to stroke it
when Tom had impulsively implored her, "Oh please kiss
it. Please kiss it!" She had leaned down, gently drawing
back the foreskin and had kissed the blood-filled head
with a long, wantonly sensual kiss, her mouth half-open
so that her teeth pressed into the rigid flesh. And no
sooner had she lifted her mouth from the throbbing
member than she felt Tom begin to quiver violently.
Suddenly, he cried out.
"Aaaaggghh, Linda, Linda, Linda! Jeez Linda. I'm
cummmiinngg!" With that he'd exploded into orgasm, his
hot white sperm flying onto Linda's shocked face, to
dribble wetly down her neck and chin onto her firm young
breasts.
Linda's first reaction was blind shock then something
her mother had told her flashed unbidden into her mind.
Men are filthy beasts at times, her mother had said,
adding that her lovely little Princess would find out
all about them when she married. The older woman had
always warned her about men wanting to rape every young
girl they could lay their grasping hands on, although
she'd encouraged Linda's association with Tom, for
"after all" Tom had gone to the right school, and he
could trace his family back as far as their own.
He was well mannered, a cut above the rest of his
friends at Long Beach High. Now, as tears flooded her
eyes and shame colored her lewdly defiled cheeks, she
realized that Tom was as evil, as crude and horrible as
the creeps who took those cheap working girls down to
the beach at night for depraved orgies.
It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde
told herself. She should never have allowed their
petting to go so far. He had become so passionate, and
because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last
night together and the sensual intimacy of the
convertible, she had lost all control when she
sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She
had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they
would both remember as being part of their own private
love, a little secret between them while she was away in
Australia.
Sometimes she had wondered if her mother's talks had
warped her natural tendencies away from sex, if perhaps
she might never be capable of wanting a man inside her,
and she'd wanted to prove her fears wrong. Would she
grow up to become a sexless "female eunuch" incapable of
allowing a male organ to pierce her virginal vagina? She
had wondered about that until now, this night that had
brought a torment of desire followed by shame and
loathing.
She hated him; she despised him as she felt him beside
her, doing up his fly while she wiped away her tears and
stray flecks of his sticky cum. What a vulgar word! How
dare he use such foul language in front of her! How
frightening and awful men were.
"Drive me home," she ordered, unable or not wanting to
pronounce his name, "Immediately!"
At home she would find a sane refuge from the turmoil
that raged inside her, from the fear and a sickening
kind of loneliness building up insidiously in her being.
Silently, Tom drove out of the dark lane which led to
the beach where they had parked, back to the large house
where Linda's parents had left the terrace lights on to
welcome their daughter home. Usually Tom would be
invited in for a late supper before he left, but tonight
his world was shattered as Linda hurried out of the car,
not even turning her head when he called out his
farewell.
"Good night, Linda I'm sorry."
* * *
When Linda got out of Tom's car, she slowly mounted the
steps to the terrace. The night air felt chilly, and she
pulled her sweater tighter around her shoulders. Tears
swelled unrestrained in her eyes, her tormented body
felt empty and numb, her legs slightly trembling. As she
heard Tom's car drive away, she almost turned to call
after him. She had lost him, her first true love, the
boy to whom she had always felt as close as a sister to
a brother with that something extra that belonged to
future lovers.
She had admired others, especially some of the handsome
young men she saw on the beaches, sometimes almost
wanting them with a physical ache, a feeling she always
quickly dispelled. She did not want to become like the
common "whores," as her mother called them, who slept
around. She knew Tom and his friends despised girls like
that. But isn't that what he must think of her now? Oh
God! Why did her animal want dissolve all the caution
that had been instilled in her? She could never face Tom
again. Never, never, never.
When she returned from Australia, she would try to
persuade her parents to move to Boston, where they
belonged. She knew they stayed in California so that she
could enjoy the best climate in the world, to have the
sea to swim in and the surf to ride. None of that
mattered now.
Mortified, filled with the shame of having committed a
sexually obscene act, she wished she were dead. Perhaps
she would never be able to face any boy again, let alone
sit with one in a car or on the beach.
She stopped crying and was calmer, trying to rationalize
from her small experience of life how, in a few minutes,
her happiness had been completely destroyed. It could
not have been all Tom's fault, she supposed, remembering
how she had occasionally stared furtively at the
swellings in the front of the boys' pants. Had she
always wanted to place her lips against a boy's cock?
Penis, she corrected herself.
Oh heavens, the thought of it was bringing to life a
strange feeling inside her. Did she want to kiss, to
open her mouth and wetly kiss the pulsating flesh of an
erected penis did she really want to do that? She
brushed the thought aside. I'm just being adolescent,
she told herself, and thought of going inside to greet
her parents. Should she tell her mother of her
humiliating experience? Gosh! What would she say?
How could she explain it anyway that she had voluntarily
leaned down and given Tom a passionate kiss on his cock?
Penis. Linda Spender! You're becoming as vulgar as the
beach girls! she remonstrated with herself. They used
the most awful words. Like "fuck." And Tom had called
out that he was cumming. She began to cry again, the
shame of it all causing her to feel faint. She buried
her head in her arms, sobbing until the tears could flow
no longer.
The house was strangely silent; it was usual for her
parents to leave the lights on in the living room and to
be there when she returned. The curtains hadn't been
drawn across the glass doors leading out onto the
terrace, and now she became aware of music playing a
record, one of their favorites. She supposed they were
sitting quietly in the dark, listening to it. The
thought of being with them cheered her. She would open
the terrace door quietly and surprise them. She had made
up her mind not to mention the incident in Tom's
convertible, putting aside the inevitable explanation
why she didn't ever want to see him again.
She turned the door handle gently so there was no hinge
squeak as she pushed the door open a few inches. She
looked about the large, semi-darkened room, her gaze
riveting on the two entwined figures on the settee. She
was transfixed, unable to move or turn her eyes from the
scene of utter debauchery. Her father and mother! Naked!
Her father's head was buried down between her mother's
widespread legs she couldn't quite see what he was doing
but a shaft of light from outside illuminated her
mother's head to reveal the older woman's face contorted
into a terrifying grimace. Obviously they must be drunk,
or even drugged with pot! she thought crazily. At first
the horrified teenager didn't believe that the couple on
the settee were her parents, hoping against hope that
they might be some outrageous overnight guests, but she
was soon disillusioned.
She saw her mother pull the head up from between her
legs, and she caught a glimpse of her father's face. His
chin and cheeks were glistening from her mother's
secretions.
"Let me ..." her mother murmured, then broke off, not
completing her request. But long association made words
unnecessary; her father understood what she wanted. He
got up from his position and climbed on top of her ...
but not the way he should, Linda realized with horror.
He was backwards, his knees on either side of her
mother's head, and his cock Linda couldn't stop the word
from jumping into her mind his cock was long and hard
looking, and it was poised directly above the older
woman's face.
Instead of trying to avoid it, Linda's mother opened her
mouth and moved it directly below the jutting member,
and the girl watched in shock as her father slowly
lowered his hips, pushing his pulsating cock between her
waiting lips. At the same time, the young blonde's
father buried his face once more between her mother's
legs.
Linda stayed at her position by the door, unable to
move, terrified her parents would see her but unable to
tear herself away from the lewdly hypnotic spectacle.
They are out of their minds, completely insane, she
almost screamed aloud as she watched her wantonly
sucking mother now caressing her father's balls.
Testicles, the young girl's mind automatically corrected
itself. The older woman was moving her husband's cock
around in her mouth, the changing bulges in her
obscenely working cheeks quite visible to her daughter
watching from the door.
Soon her father began to moan quietly, his head still
buried down between her mother's legs, his buttocks
quickening in their rise and tall as he thrust his
swollen member wildly in and out of her contorting
mouth. He was beginning to gasp for air, and he was
forced to raise his head, crying out as he did so.
"I'm cumming, Susannah! Oh you wonderful girl; I'm
cumming! I'm cccuummmmiiiinnnggg ..."
Linda expected her mother drunk as she must surely be to
actually choke in her desperate fight for air, or
certainly to tear herself away from that thickly jerking
penis, but incredibly, she stayed there with the
impaling hardness in her mouth and swallowing, actually
swallowing the surging load of semen. Linda continued to
stare as though hypnotized by the debauched sight of her
own mother behaving like a degraded whore. And her
father! His cock was still hard and seemed frighteningly
long as he drew it from her mother's mouth.
With the feeling that her parents had deserted her, that
her world had finally crumbled to ashes, Linda managed
to shake herself from her state of numbed shock and
leave the depraved spectacle behind her. Silently, she
closed the door and went to the main entrance of the
house where she carefully let herself in, turning off
the terrace lights before creeping softly up the stairs
to her room. The desolate blonde teenager removed her
clothes in the dark and sank back onto the bed to stare
blankly up at the shadowed ceiling in a state of shock
and incomprehension, until at last blessed sleep came to
carry her off into forgetfulness.
Chapter 3
The early morning rush to complete packing, take
showers, eat breakfast and get to the airport precluded
any discussion about the previous night. Linda's mother
did manage to ask after Tom, and her father wondered how
Linda had got into the house and into bed without anyone
hearing. Linda was trying to avoid her parents, an
intention that went unnoticed in the scramble to catch
the Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial Service
Qantas airliner.
Linda made a half-hearted attempt to scribble a note to
Tom before she left, but it was no use. She was weighed
down with an overwhelming sense of guilt, at the same
time feeling shocked and disappointed with him. Each
time the incident came into her mind she pushed it away,
only to be haunted again and again by the scene in the
convertible as well as the low depths to which her
parents had sunk.
She didn't ask them about their farewell parties, the
only thing said being her mother's comment.
"I swear I'll never mix cocktails and champagne again as
long as I live. I don't even remember going to bed last
night."
Neither the mother nor daughter noticed the smile on
Arnold Spender's face. He was quite used to her pretense
that she didn't remember a thing .. especially after
they had enjoyed a particularly wanton session of
lovemaking ... and the more uninhibited she had been the
night before, the less she pretended to remember.
Linda, however, wondered if her father had also suffered
a blackout, if what she had witnessed had been performed
while they were both semiconscious under the influence
of alcohol. She felt a little relieved at this thought
then paled at the remembrance that she, herself, when
she kissed Tom's penis, was perfectly sober. She could
not lay the blame on drink or drugs, and she was
beginning to realize that she couldn't really blame Tom.
They arrived at Honolulu in the early afternoon,
allowing time for the three of them to go to the beach
before dinner. Linda's parents were pleased to see that
she was getting over her dark mood. The poor girl was
missing Tom quite badly, they both thought, and went out
of their way to indulge her with little gifts, including
a color Polaroid land camera. They dined late, taking a
long while over the meal, since they were to change to a
different flight after midnight. There was plenty of
time, explained Arnold Spender, as he didn't have to be
in Sydney until Sunday.
"Well, this is only Friday," said Linda. "Why don't we
stay in Honolulu another day?"
"Because, Princess, we lose a day when we cross the
International Date Line. We leave here early on Saturday
morning, and a few hours later we land at Sydney on
Sunday morning. Then, on Sunday afternoon we're invited
to tea with the Dowlings. He's chairman of the
Australian company."
"I don't think I'd want to go visiting, Daddy. Couldn't
I just go surfing ... we're staying at Bondi Beach,
aren't we?"
"Sure you can," her mother said. "Do whatever you
please. This is a vacation for you, and we want you to
make the most of it. You're only young once, Princess."
Her father called for the check and they left the
restaurant to catch a taxi out to the airport. "I think
you'll be surprised when we get to Bondi Beach, Linda.
The apartment looks right over the beach, and on Sunday
they've got a spectacular surf carnival that will be
more fun for you than having tea with these dull old
business associates of mine."
The plane took off on schedule and landed, after a
little over six hours, at Sydney's Kingsford Smith
airport. An hour later, the Spenders entered their
luxurious apartment overlooking Bondi Beach with the
blue Pacific stretching out to the horizon.
Early as it was, the morning sun was already hot, its
rays burning down on a crowd of people already swimming
in the surf or lying on the beach. It was all so
inviting, so temptingly cool, and the surf was just
right for shooting; Linda could hardly wait to slip into
a bikini. During the long flight she had made up her
mind to forgive Tom, a decision that eased some of the
shameful guilt nagging her for so long that she'd felt
she was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Having made
that decision and having slept soundly on the plane, she
now felt exhilarated, as though she were about to enter
a wonderful adventure.
"When do we go to church, Daddy?" she called out.
"Guess we'll skip it this Sunday, Princess. Perhaps
we'll go twice next Sunday, to make up," he said
teasingly.
Hundreds of cars were moving in to park along the
beachfront as Linda walked across the broad boulevard to
the beach. She copied the local girls who wore nothing
except bikini and sandals, noting that there didn't seem
to be any obvious difference between Americans and
Australians, as far as looks were concerned. Suntanned
youths earned boards across clean golden sand down to
the surf where the breakers were rolling in. The sights
and smell of the sand and sea reminded her more of
Hawaii's Waikiki than of Long Beach.
At this hour of the morning there were long patches of
empty spaces. She dropped her towel and ran into the
sea, diving under a breaker then swimming out against
the rollers to wait for a big one that would bring her
back to shore. The cool salt water washing over her body
brought on the animal sensations that always flooded
tingling through her body when she lay flat on a board,
her pelvis pushing hard down to hold her balance.
If only she had a surfboard to ride these superb waves!
After shooting several breakers, she was about to leave
the water when an empty board came tumbling towards her
and she automatically grabbed it, knowing that its owner
would be saved an extra swim from the beach to retrieve
it. She was looking around for someone to claim it when
suddenly a head popped up beside her, a slightly
freckled face under a strange looking red and green cap.
A lean and bronzed arm reached over the board and the
young man's pleasant voice said, "Thanks, Miss, that's
very kind of you to catch it for me."
Linda stared at this handsome apparition, this smiling
young man with twinkling blue eyes and the funny cap.
"Hi. Do all Australians wear bathing caps?" she asked
laughingly. "Or have you got your curlers in?"
The young man threw back his head and laughed. "Hell no!
You must be a stranger not to recognize a Life Saver's
cap. Where do you come from?"
"Actually, I only arrived a couple of hours ago," Linda
explained. "I'm from California. You know where that is,
don't you?"
"Sure thing. It's where they grow oranges and beautiful
girls. I bet they don't have beaches like Bondi over
there."
"Of course we do. Maybe better than this, though it's
hard to imagine a more perfect day than this. Anyway. I
do like your cap. It's kinda cute."
Linda was attracted to him despite the fact that he
obviously worked as some sort of lifeguard. She was in a
mood to flirt, at least to meet some young people, to
get away from the presence of her parents for a while.
These was still that disturbing image of them lingering
in the back of her mind.
"Is that all you do, save lives?" she asked.
"Hell no! It's only a voluntary job. By the way," he
said, lifting his body onto the board, "My name's Hugh.
Hugh Watson."
"Hello Hugh. I'm Linda."
"Can you ride a board, Linda?"
"Certainly. Are you offering me yours?"
Hugh smiled. He was offering her his all right. He'd
give it to her right up the ass! he chuckled to himself.
So far, he'd only been able to see the long blonde hair
falling down into the blue-green water and two nice
little rounded breasts cupped in a narrow black bikini
top.
"Climb aboard and take it away, Linda. It's all yours.
I'll wait for you on the beach."
He slid off the board, treading water while she pulled
herself up to lie flat and paddle out into the oncoming
breakers. Phew! He said to himself, what a luscious
piece of ass. Hope she's sixteen or it could mean jail
for me.
Floating on his back, he watched Linda's ass-cheeks
tightening and relaxing as she pushed the board out,
noticing that, when she knelt up on it, her golden tan
went all the way down to the small cleft between her
well-rounded buttocks showing temptingly above the brief
bikini pants. He smiled luxuriously to himself, closed
his eyes and let the waves float him back towards the
beach. He was going to get inside those pants if it was
the last thing he did.
Hugh was captain of a Life Saving team from Brisbane
competing in the national championships being held at
the carnival that Sunday. He was, in fact, a
professional, working as an inspector on the beach at
Surfer's Paradise in Queensland. It was the only life he
knew, having left school early, and now, at the age of
twenty-one, he wasn't interested in doing anything else.
He'd tried various jobs, driving trucks on the Brisbane-
Sydney run and working as a builder's laborer, work that
took him away too long from the lazy days on beaches and
pleasant nights with girls so easily picked up. At
Surfer's Paradise it was holiday time all year round.
For Hugh, that was what life was all about sun, sea and
girls a life his police sergeant father constantly
complained about, always unavailingly. Typically
Australian, the young surfer detested snobbery and
resented being looked down on for his coarse accent he
considered himself as good as anyone.
Hugh eased his six-foot frame out of the sea and
strolled along the beach to a small group of friends
from his team. They all wore the little red and green
caps tied with tape under their chins. Their carnival
swimsuits were also green with a band of red zigzagged
from chest to crotch. The "crooked phallic symbol," they
called it. He lowered himself down onto the sand beside
Tiger Kelly.
"Just picked up a snooty little American broad, Tiger,"
he said, cocking his eyes out to where Linda was sliding
his board down a wave. "There she goes."
"Looks fuckable from here," drawled Tiger. "What's she
like close up?"
"Pretty as a picture. Well stacked and a butt like two
ripe melons. Bit young though might be unlucky thirteen,
but I'm hoping she's lucky sixteen."
"Better keep old Sludge-Pump Yates away from her. You
know what a bastard he is with kids. Likes to try and
split them apart with his colossal tool," Tiger
observed, referring to Jim Yates, another of the team.
"Of course, we could always open her up for him."
"Yeah," replied Hugh, "and don't forget I get the
openers. Don't start getting ideas yet, friend. We
haven't got it on a plate."
"What's the plan, Hugh? Can we use Jenny's apartment?"
Jenny was Hugh's cousin who shared an apartment with
another girl in a building at the north end of the
beach. She was a leading fashion model who traveled a
great deal to other cities and had invited Hugh to stay
at the apartment while he was down for the carnivals at
Bondi and Coogee. Hugh often wondered why Jenny never
seemed to have a regular boyfriend, let alone
prospective husband.
At twenty-seven, she was a stunningly beautiful girl.
Hugh supposed she was too busy with her career, never
staying anywhere long enough to establish a lasting
association with a man. Tiger Kelly had taken her out in
Brisbane and had gotten nowhere with her. A bit of a
dyke, he thought then, keeping his ideas to himself so
as not to offend Hugh who could be quick-tempered and a
little too ready with his fists.
"Jenny won't be back from Melbourne until late tonight
and her roommate's away in the country," said Hugh. "I
think the little Yankee doll and I might have a twosome
after the carnival. You guys can come along later for a
gang-bang," he added, relapsing into his normal coarse
speech.
Having caught two long rides right up to the beach Linda
decided to leave the water to dry off in the sun. As she
dragged the board onto the sand, she saw Hugh detach
himself from the group of men in green and red swimsuits
and run towards her. She couldn't help but notice his
powerful build, the lithe and easy stride of his long
legs nor could she help looking down the red zigzag to
the bulge between his legs.
She felt a strange excitement slowly building up inside
her, putting it down to the fact that she liked the look
of this fresh-faced Australian with his nice smile and
twinkling blue eyes. Surely she couldn't be falling in
love with a complete stranger, especially one dressed as
though he were prepared for some outlandish beach
sideshow or circus. The idea somehow thrilled her. Tom
was thousands of miles away. Why shouldn't she like
someone she met in the sea, someone who was built like a
Greek god?
"You ride a board like an expert. Almost as good as a
man," Hugh said, laughing as he ran up to greet her.
"What did you think of it?"
"I loved the ride," Linda replied. "But I'm afraid the
board is out of my league. I'd be happier with a shorter
one."
"I can arrange that, if you're staying around for
awhile," said Hugh, remembering that Jenny had a shorter
board in her apartment.
"Oh, I'll be around for two weeks. Daddy is here on
business. In fact, we are staying in an apartment over
there," Linda said, pointing to the large apartment
building. "Look, on the third floor, I think that's mom
on the balcony watching us." Linda waved and the figure
on the balcony waved back then lifted her right arm,
signaling to Linda that it was time she returned for
lunch. "I'm afraid I'll have to go. Thank you very much
Hugh for the board."
"Before you go I'd like you to meet my friends, some of
the boys from the Brisbane team." They walked over to
the group sitting on the sand. "This is Tiger, that's
Billy and that one laying down is Sludge ... I mean
Jim."
They smilingly called their hellos, letting her know
with their eyes their approval of her face and figure.
The one called Jim was a little too appraising, his eyes
lasciviously glued on the four inches of bikini that
covered the space between her legs. She nodded coldly in
their direction. They didn't appeal to her at all.
"I suppose you have to be friendly with members of your
team," she remarked, her nose tilting in the air. "It's
too bad they're such a dull group." Hugh could hardly
believe his ears and a red flush of temper colored his
cheeks. She did not notice the anger showing on his face
as she walked away. He decided to say nothing for the
time being.
He dropped the board to walk with her to the steps. "Are
you coming to watch the carnival this afternoon?" he
asked.
"I can't wait," she replied. "I'm dying to see the surf-
boat race."
"I'll look out for you Linda. Afterwards you might like
to meet my cousin Jenny. She'll lend you her board for
as long as you like."
"Yes, I'd love to meet her. Thank you very much. You
must come to our apartment sometime to meet dad and mom.
See you later at the carnival. Bye for now, Hugh."
"Cheerio, Linda."
As he watched her crossing the street his eyes were
drawn to the magnetic sight of her light brown, silken
back with its little cleft showing above her buttocks,
the slim legs and thin ankles, the long blonde hair
bouncing back into its natural waves as the sun dried it
out. He watched until she disappeared into the entrance
of the apartment building. Looking up at the balcony he
saw her mother still watching; he waved to her but she
made no response; perhaps she was looking at the scene
on the beach where thousands of people in a variety of
beach gear were lounging around on the hot sand ... or
perhaps she was a snob, too.
As Linda entered the apartment she was unable to prevent
her mind again filling with resentment against her
parents, remembering that debauched scene of her mother
sucking away at her father's penis ... and swallowing.
She wished she hadn't returned from the beach where she
felt free and happy riding rollers in on Hugh's board.
Why did that scene of debauchery keep returning to haunt
her mind? She was unreasonably annoyed when her mother
asked, "Who was that person I saw you talking to on the
beach?
"Oh, just a boy who loaned me a surf hoard. He's one of
the life savers or whatever they call themselves; he's
in the carnival this afternoon," she replied, somewhat
petulantly. Linda had enjoyed so much freedom and trust
back home she now resented this tone of her mother,
suggesting that her independence could be restricted.
"Is lunch ready?" she asked. "I'm starved."
"Yes, it's all ready," her mother replied. She had long
accepted the fact that Linda was a headstrong girl.
"You'd better leave your shower until later."
After lunch Linda washed off the salt water and lay on
her bed with the sunlight playing on her naked body, her
eyes closed as she felt the heat relaxing her. Half-
asleep in the sun-induced doze, she dreamily caressed
her small, rounded breasts, bringing the little pink
nipples up as she did so, then letting one hand almost
aimlessly wander down along her flat stomach, her palm
pressing firmly down until she felt the soft mound of
her pubic triangle.
As she sank towards sleep she felt with her middle
finger the lips of her vagina, unconsciously probing
further until her finger slid unexpectedly into the
moist groove. She rolled gently from side to side with
her hand still there, her finger moving slowly back and
forth over the firmly erect clitoris.
She was barely conscious of what she was doing or the
fact that she was getting half-formed visions of Hugh's
face ... her mother guiding her father's cock inside her
.. Hugh running towards her ... the swollen red patch
of his carnival swimming costume. The sensuousness of
the touch of her finger lingered with her as she fell
into a deep, contented sleep.
Chapter 4
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when a loud
knocking on Linda's bedroom door awakened her, causing
her to sit up with a start. She thought she was in her
own room at home until she saw the strange walls and
furniture.
"Princess, wake up," called the reassuring voice of her
father. "We're leaving now." He opened the door an inch
or two, seeing her naked on the bed. For the first time
that she could remember she felt embarrassed with him
looking at her. "I looked in earlier," he added, "but
you were sleeping so soundly I didn't have the heart to
wake you."
"What time is it?" she asked, thinking to herself that
it was time her parents respected her privacy.
"A little after three. You'd better hurry if you don't
want to miss the carnival, though I wonder if anyone can
get near the parades, the beach is so packed. There must
be a hundred thousand people down there. We'll be back
at about seven. We've left the phone number where you
can contact us if you need to. 'Bye now, Princess." His
eyes furtively lingered longer than was necessary on her
ripe young body.
"Bye baby, have a nice time," called her mother as they
left the apartment.
Linda looked out the window at the scene on the beach.
She had never seen so many people jammed together on a
beach. There were squads of Life Savers, each squad in
different colored costumes, marching in a high knee-
action along the sand, row after row of tall, bronzed
young men. In the front of each squad one of them
carried a short pole with a banner proclaiming the name
of the surf team. She could pick out the Brisbane team
in their green and red; the man in front looked like
Hugh, she thought.
Again she experienced that strange tightening inside
her, an excitement combined with apprehension; she felt
it right through her body, a moist heat forming under
her naked mound. She unconsciously let her hand caress
herself before hurriedly slipping into her bikini.
Perhaps she should wear a beach dress, she thought. No,
she felt better freer in her bikini. She must hurry, not
to miss the parade; she put on her sandals, picked up
her Polaroid camera, grabbed a towel and rushed out of
the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Damn! She'd forgotten her beach purse and the front-door
key. Stepping out of the elevator she looked for a hall
porter's office on the ground floor. There was none!
Gosh, I'm locked out until seven this evening, she
thought, without worrying too much about it.
The street was empty of moving traffic; everything had
come to a stop. Linda walked down to the beach and
forced her way through the crowd until it became so
thick around the parading Life Savers she could move no
further.
"I'll give you a leg up," suggested a leering youth,
putting his hand under her ass. A bald, middle-aged man
standing nearby laughed. "I'll give you a finger up," he
called crudely to her as she pushed away to stand near
what appeared to be a respectable family group. Soon
there was loud cheering.
"That's the end of it. Maraboubra's won again," she
heard someone say. Linda walked well away from the main
crowd to where she could sit down and watch the
lifeboats being rowed in a race through the surf, a few
boats being overturned in the process.
She stood up in time to see the green-and-red team's
boat nose up in the air, twist sideways and turn over in
the foam of a huge dumping wave. That must be Hugh's
boat, she thought, and ran along the wet sand. It was
the Brisbane boat, swamped and out of the race. He came
ashore carrying an oar over his shoulder, grinning as if
he'd won. She lifted her camera and snapped.
"Hi there, Linda. Did you see us turn turtle? The
steersman's being brought in unconscious so we're out of
the race."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Hugh."
"Oh, I'll get over it!" he grinned boyishly. "I'm just
going to see if Jim's OK and then how about you and me
going to the north end for a swim? It's not so crowded
up there."
"I'd like that, if we can actually get there through
this crowd."
"Nothing to it. We'll walk along the promenade."
Hugh saw that Jim had come around with nothing worse
than a lump on his head. He rejoined Linda, walking her
a half-mile or so along the scorching concrete promenade
at the back of the beach which was crowded from one end
to the other. Linda could see little point in trying to
swim anywhere, it was all too unpleasantly packed. Hugh
agreed with her. "May as well go home," he suggested,
testing to see if she wanted to stay with him. Her
answer was promising:
"That's not possible for a few hours. I forgot to bring
a door key and my parents are out for the whole
afternoon. They won't be back until this evening." She
neglected to add that it was to see him that she had
rushed out of the apartment in such a hurry.
Hugh tried to appear concerned. "Look, I'll tell you
what we'll do if you like. I'll take you to Jenny's
apartment. She's my cousin. A terrific girl, you'll like
her. She lives just over there," indicating a modern
apartment block across the street. "She's very
respectable, a top-class model. And anyway I wanted to
borrow her board for you. How about it, do you trust
me?"
Linda trusted that winning smile and those steady eyes.
She could see now that he had removed his cap that his
hair was a sandy color, a little too short by modern
standards though probably right for a swimmer. That
feeling inside her suddenly welled up again. Her heart
seemed to beat a little faster. She should refuse the
invitation he was a complete stranger, and she was
virtually alone in a strange country, moreover, the
phone number her parents left was in the locked
apartment ... and she wondered if she could trust
herself.
"Yes, Hugh, I trust you." she lied. She didn't really
.. but she found herself wanting to trust him. As soon
as she had said "Yes" she regretted it, because she
thought she saw a sudden strange glint in his eyes. Even
then she couldn't say "No". It would be all right, she
told herself. Australians were decent people, the most
sports-minded people in the world. Her father admired
and respected them very much.
"Old-fashioned and old-world people. Pioneer people,"
she'd heard him describe them. "You never hear of rape
cases in Australia," she'd heard her mother tell someone
on the phone. "You never hear of muggings in Australian
cities ..."
With these thoughts going around her mind she found
herself walking out of the hot sun into the cool foyer
of a building. They were going up in the elevator when
she suddenly realized that High didn't have his towel
with him, and when he produced a key from a chain around
his neck she suddenly felt apprehensive.
"Do you live here, too?" she asked.
"No, I'm just staying here while I'm in Sydney. Don't
you believe it's Jenny's apartment? Look at the clothes
do you think I'd wear them?" Linda looked into a bedroom
strewn with dresses and a table covered with cosmetics.
"Where's Jenny?" Linda asked.
"Must be down on the beach with a hundred thousand
others," said Hugh, laughing. "How about an Aussie
Coke?"
"I could drink a gallon, I'm so thirsty," laughed Linda,
feeling relaxed again and rather more sure of this
stranger in his funny outfit. He was soon back with tall
glasses filled with Coke and ice. They clinked glasses.
"One thing I must do," he said, "is take a shower. Jenny
gets mad at me for bringing sand and salt into this
place. Will you please excuse me for a minute?"
"Of course. Perhaps I should wash the sand off, too,"
she called after him as he went to the bathroom. She
took a long drink of her Coke. It was cold but what a
strange flavor ... quite different from the Coke at
home. Thirstily she drained the whole glass. Hugh was
literally a minute taking his shower, returning dressed
in blue trunks and a flowered shirt open all the way
down the front.
"That was quick," she said.
"Your turn next. Like another Coke before you go?"
"Yes, please, Hugh. I must say your Coke tastes very
different from ours. Seems to be a little flatter or
something."
"I've never tried yours so I wouldn't know the
difference," he said, bringing her another filled glass
from the kitchen. "Here's to us," he toasted, draining
the glass. "Here's to us," she responded, draining hers.
It was while she was under the shower that she felt the
first strong effects of the vodka spiked in her drink:
the glassed shower stall seemed to sway; the dizziness
passed, but then she felt as though all her strength had
drained from her body. She had to get out of the shower.
She stumbled to pick up a towel and sat on a stool,
drying herself as she wondered what on earth had come
over her.
Could it have been too much sun? Her father had always
warned her of the dangerous rays that particularly
affected fair-skinned people. She felt she had to get
out of the steamy bathroom before she really did faint,
and wrapping the large bath towel around herself dazedly
returned to the living room.
"What's the matter, you look a bit pale?" asked Hugh in
a voice full of concern.
"I think it must be the sun. A touch of sunstroke. Could
I have another cold Coke? I really am thirsty," Linda
murmured, sitting down on the couch.
"Sure thing. I'll mix a couple more," he said, wanting
to kick himself for using the word "mix", but she didn't
seem to notice. She was on the way out. He brought the
drinks and sat down beside her, telling her to drink up
it would do her good. The only way to cure a touch of
the sun was to stay cool, inside.
"Thanksh, Hugh," she mumbled, leaning her head on his
shoulder. "I like you." He noticed the slurring, and his
loins began to heat up as he placed an arm around her
shoulders.
"That's nice to hear, Linda. I like you, too. I like
what I'm going to do to you, more."
She jerked her head up, a soft curl falling across her
forehead. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked,
pouting her lips.
"Kiss you," he said, pulling her head towards him and
kissing her on her hot yielding mouth. Letting his empty
glass slip to the floor he slowly pulled aside the
towel, exposing her small round breasts, the nipples
already formed into hard little points of pink. Her skin
felt as smooth as satin as he caressed her proudly
upthrust breasts. She kept her mouth on his, pressing
hard with her eyes closed. She felt his tongue probing
for hers and she replied, pushing her tongue past his
into his mouth.
When he pressed his hand against her and closed his
fingers around her right breast she made a vague attempt
to push his arm away; she pushed twice before weakly
giving up. He tried to pull away from her lips only to
find that she wanted more, wanted to stay kissing with
her mouth and tongue working greedily on his as if she
were starved.
Jeez, he realized, she's a red-hot number, and I thought
she was all innocence. He pulled away, taking off his
shirt. She half-opened her eyes, startled.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my shirt. Next go my trunks, see?" he
grinned, dropping them on the floor.
The terrified young virgin stared unbelievingly at his
thick swollen penis jutting straight out from a mass of
sandy pubic hair. "Oh no, NO! NO! NO!" she pleaded, too
shocked when he slapped her to feel the stinging blow on
her cheek. "Oh please don't, Hugh, please don't," she
begged piteously as he roughly ripped the towel away
from her naked body and pushed her sprawling in all her
nakedness back along the couch. "Oh please don't," she
pleaded in a last desperate bid for mercy as he lay
alongside her, bringing her mouth to his and shoving his
hand forcefully up between her legs.
"You want it, you bitch," he growled at her. "I can feel
how wet you are. You're aching for it, aren't you? You
want me to fuck you."
"NO, I've NEVER done it," she gasped. She felt that she
had been drugged, she was so weak. Suddenly it dawned on
her it wasn't the sun, it was something in the Coke. It
must be!
Something deep down inside her drink-fogged brain wanted
him to force her, yet she was afraid and he was
revolting her with his crude language. I'm not a bitch,
she said to herself. Not like my mother. Why did Hugh
have to say "fuck" that ugly four-letter word? Why did
his penis remind her of her father's? The size, she
mused hazily, the size... she could feel it pressing
against her belly, hard and pulsating with a glistening
clear drop of seeping moisture at its tip.
Hugh's tongue was driving hard up into her mouth and she
involuntarily answered his lewd French kiss with her own
tongue, as she irresistibly thrust her quivering pussy
up in search of his probing finger. She felt herself
crying. She had no strength to push him off when he
rolled on top of her, his strong legs forcing hers apart
slowly but surely as the hand that had been driving up
toward her pussy moved quickly underneath her straining
ass-cheeks to move her body down so that she could feel
his hot hard penis probing up into the crevice of her
cringing cuntal slit.
He's going to fuck me! Oh God, my thoughts are becoming
as crude as a whore's! As crude as my mother's. Oh, how
can I stop him? she thought wildly as her body seemed to
respond in spite of her conscience.
Her pussy was now undulating frantically under Hugh's
weight, reaching up to kiss his cock with its grasping
lips. The fingers of the hand he held under her buttocks
were probing greedily up into the soft valley between
her ass-cheeks, at the same time pulling the rounded
half-moons toward him so that his rock-hard cock pressed
more firmly into her trembling vaginal flesh.
The handsome young surfer lifted his face from hers,
moving down to suck her swollen nipples, and lick her
breasts up and down, then back to the taut little peaks
from one upthrust mound to the other. This made her
think of Tom, bringing with it the thought of the hot
sperm he had splashed across her cheek and breasts.
"Ohhh, don't, I don't want to," she moaned, pushing up
with her body this time in protest against Hugh's
powerful weight.
Hugh reached down with both hands, spreading her legs
wide apart to give better access to the blood-filled
head of his cock as he started to push viciously against
the soft entrance of her tender young vagina. Jeez, he
thought, maybe she is a virgin. I can't get it in, it's
so small.
"Stop trying to squeeze your thighs together, you little
bitch. Otherwise I'll ram it right up into you. It won't
hurt if you let go. Take it easy, baby, and see how nice
it can be."
Linda fought to hold her thighs taut but the effect of
the vodka and the uncontrollable urge of her body
overwhelmed her, so that slowly she relaxed her futile
attempts to prevent the heedless assault on her virginal
young loins. With every slight giving-way of her
resistance, the farther that threatening thick cock
moved into her, her own moisture and the wetness coming
from his rampaging penis combining to defeat her feeble
struggles.
Suddenly, it was as if her insides had exploded. Hugh
made a violent lunging thrust, breaking the delicate
virginal membrane, surging through to plunge deep up
inside her trembling cunt. She didn't dare move for fear
of increasing the sudden searing pain, and she clung to
him, desperately trying to keep him from advancing any
farther.
"Aaaaagghh! Please don't move it, oh please don't.
You'll tear me apart."
Hugh waited a minute to let her calm down, giving her
cunt time to gradually adjust to the sudden intrusion of
his full pulsing length as he pushed his fingers into
her golden hair to pull her head up so that he could
kiss her fearfully quivering lips. As he did so he began
gently flexing his turgid cock-shaft inside her, slowly,
very slowly at first, until in a little while he was
moving it in and out in small smooth strokes lubricated
by her secretions. God, she liked it! He could tell by
the way she was kissing him now in wild erotic abandon.
The sandy-haired Australian reached down with one hand
to pull her buttocks toward his own loins, smiling when
she thrust up to help him, and as the length of his
stroke increased the teen-age American threw her legs
around his back and began to gyrate her pelvis in a lewd
rhythm, her body lost in a fire of smoldering passion.
Her senses were immersed in the haze of unaccustomed
alcohol as every muscle in her body tensed with the
strain of raising her ass-cheeks and hips upward toward
that hotly prodding cock up between her legs. If she had
only known before how wonderful it was, the man on top
of her now would have been Tom. Yet the drink-dimmed
blonde wondered if she really cared. God, she suddenly
realized, how degraded she was, how wanton! She must
stop. NOW!
Linda tried to push Hugh away, but again she hadn't the
strength, and he pinned her down sharply by pushing his
stone-hard rod forward to pinion her firmly against the
couch. The pummeling was so intense she thought he must
surely rupture her insides, and she groaned as he pushed
up on the next instroke and groaned louder as he held it
there, ramming so far up into her vaginal recesses she
could feel his balls slapping obscenely against the
moist cheeks of her clenched buttocks.
She squirmed helplessly beneath him, feeling the hot
throbbing intrusion as his blunt instrument skewered
cruelly into her cringing cunt, flexing her vaginal
walls in a vain effort to adjust to his impaling
thickness. But the squeeze of her contracting pussy-
flesh only had the effect of exciting him to pursue with
renewed vigor his merciless thrusts up into her
defenseless cuntal depths.
"Not so hard, Hugh," she begged pitifully.
He noticed the tears running down her cheeks as he
grinned lewdly down at her.
"Say please," he demanded, thrusting his loins forward
harshly.
"Oh, please," the writhing girl whimpered.
"Please what ... please do what? Ask me to fuck you,
bitch!"
Realizing that she was hopelessly trapped on his
impaling shaft, the feebly struggling young virgin
thought: It's all my own fault. It was asking for
trouble to come here alone with Hugh. The relentlessly
pistoning rod was lighting unwanted fires in her loins
and abruptly it came to her that she wanted it, she
wanted him to fuck her.
"Please fuck me. Fuck me gently, Hugh." She abandoned
herself to the exquisite pain that was a perverse kind
of pleasure. There was no strength left in her to resist
as his cock continued jack-hammering into her virginal
cuntal depths, her wracked body coming to life on its
own, giving way to the hunger that had grown in her
dilated vagina. Their bodies were by now slippery with
sweat and he was sliding backward and forward over her,
his chest pushing tight against her small virginal
breasts, their nipples pink and protuberant.
She closed her eyes, lost in a haze of helpless
abandonment. In her mind she had not completely
surrendered herself, although for a while that day she
had idly thought she was half in love with this sun-
tanned Australian. Now it seemed her body was wanting
his body, betraying her conscious wish with its
unconscious yearnings, and there was nothing she could
do about it.
To Hugh, the conquest was easier than he thought it
would be. The way she carried herself in that holier-
than-thou attitude, the way she barely condescended to
say hello to his friends. Who the hell did she think she
was? To him she was a succulent little morsel, a
gorgeous golden peach just ripening and ready to be
plucked.
He'd had a hard time keeping his old monster at bay,
knowing that if she'd seen his swimsuit bulging with a
hard-on she'd have run like a frightened deer in a
forest fire. He'd never had one as young as this. Young
and proud, the little bitch. Wait till he brought the
boys up to look her over! Sludge-Pump Yates would give
her a nice big souvenir of Bondi Beach.
While he was reaching around her ass-cheeks to wet his
finger so that he could shove it up her little brown
rubbery asshole he began working on a plan that would
give all his mates a go at her. They'd make her the
best-fucked ex-virgin in New South Wales, root her to a
standstill if she could take it.
He felt her grinding up to him now, really grinding,
wanting more and more of it. It must have been a
reaction to his finger going into her asshole, going in
so far he could actually feel the movement of his cock
inside her. She liked that all right. He worked back at
her, moving high up on her so that as his raging cock
moved in and out, his body rubbed harder on her
clitoris, bringing her toward her first orgasm.
The lust-inflamed girl had stopped talking now, simply
moaning with ecstasy.
"Ask me again. What do you want me to do," he breathed
in her ear.
But all she could do was mumble "Fuck me, fuck me," and
continue the soft rising and falling moan. She was on
the way to passing out from the three stiff vodkas the
leg opener had sure worked a treat, he gloated to
himself. She mumbled something else, something about
"Mom sucking Daddy's cock ..." Interesting, he thought.
He raised himself up on his hands to gloatingly stare at
her face, her fluttering eyelids, her gasping mouth, her
two deliciously budding breasts with their erect pink
nipples, the narrow waist and the flat stomach. He
sucked in his belly so that he could watch his cock
pumping into her, withdrawing slowly then rushing it
back forcefully into that glorious warm cunt, so tight
and so moist, that rose to meet his thrust. God, she
loved it and wanted it.
She now wanted his finger in her rectum as much as she
wanted his furiously pumping cock in her cunt, and she
was beginning to writhe more rapidly. She already had
learned to control her cunt muscles, timing their
contraction and expansion with contractions of her anal
opening.
"Fuck me," she shamelessly moaned, "Fuck me."
Then more quickly she repeated it, "Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me," and louder still, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH FUCK
ME."
Hugh was fucking as he'd never fucked before. This was
the best piece of tail he'd ever had. Were all Yankee
broads like this, he wondered. Jeez, what a wonderful
breed. He increased the speed of his stroke, lowered
himself down flat against the love-starved girl's
convulsively twitching body and shoved his throbbing rod
harder and harder into her until he felt himself coming
to a mind-blowing climax.
"Aaaahhhh I'm cumming, Linda baby, I'm cuuummmiinnngg
.."
As he jerked wildly forward and shot his wad deep inside
her tortured, wetly hot vagina, she began to moan louder
and louder, threshing her head from side to side
uncontrollably until her first real orgasm shook her
body like a bolt of electricity as her breath came in
shuddering gasps.
And then Linda's ravished body began to relax with
little quivering shakes while short sobbing gasps came
from her throat.
She never opened her eyes before she finally fell into
the relief of oblivion. Hugh, with a broad grin of
satisfied lust, slowly pulled his wetly glistening
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