ever so carefully to open a little further and a little further.
With his right hand he was stroking her ass now, and he could feel her breath grow hot on his chest. She began licking his chest with sensuous laps of her little tongue. Next, she moved on to his nipples.
She rimmed them with the tip of her tongue. She licked over them time and time again with the broad, fiat, rough surface of her tongue. Hank was fairly going mad with passion, and he pushed further into her cunt hole, to find it juicy and wet.
The girl nibbled on Hank's tits and sucked them until they got hard. Hank was reaming out her cunt with his fingers until he was able to get two fingers into it. Round and round he reamed her until he felt her relax the muscles and he knew he could get his big cock in there.
But Hank knew that getting his fingers in the wild little teen-ager and getting his cock in her for a good fucking might be two different things. He was so hot, though, he wanted to fuck her NOW and that's all there was to it.
Forgetting everything but his lust, he pushed the girl over on her back and got on top of her. The girl was startled by the sudden shift and began to fight, her dark, almond-shaped eyes wide with fear.
Hank didn't give a damn. 'The time has come for you to be fucked, baby,' Hank panted, 'so you just might as well relax and enjoy it, eh?'
He leaned down on her chest, just above her tits, with his left forearm. He hunched up his rear and guided his cock toward her hole with his right hand. His cock was fat and ready, oozing slightly from the tip. He reamed round her opening, which had tightened again, using the tip of his prick.
The frightened teen-ager began making wild sounds. She struggled to free herself from underneath him, but Hank held her fast. He angled his head down and grabbed a mouthful of tit and sucked away. The girl was torn between the sensation of his sucking her tit and the fear she felt about being manhandled so roughly.
Finally Hank grew tired of trying to penetrate her tight cunt and rammed his joint into the hole, forcing it to give way. As soon as he got the head of his prick into the tight, but wet, cunt, he knew he was home free. With one helluva lunge he shoved his rod in straight up to the balls.
The girl let out an animal scream that was more like a howl than a scream. She bucked her hips wildly. Thrusting them up and down and around and back and forth.
Hank didn't have to do a thing. Her wild bucking was moving her cunt up and down, backwards and forwards, side to side on his cock. It was turning out to be the best fuck be had ever had.
She was driving him wild with her gyrations. Thrusting and lunging, lunging and thrusting. Pulling herself back away from his balls until just the head of his prick remained inside, hanging there — and then, wham! She'd thrust forward and ram her cunt full of his prick, banging the hell out of his swollen balls.
'Keep this up, you wild little bitch,' Hank panted, 'and the next time you'll drive your virgin little cunt right over my balls!'
Hank could feel the sweet juices gathering in his balls. He could feel them stirring around, ready to explode. His spine tingled, his body began shaking. This was going to be the biggest explosion of them all!
And something was happening to the girl, also. Her thrusting and lunging was causing his cock to massage her vagina in a wild, erotic way. Her fluids were flowing freely and there was another feeling creeping up on her, a thrilling and tingling feeling that she had never felt before. It began to replace the feeling of fear. She soon forgot about Hank's rough manner, and only concentrated on the feeling of pleasure that was growing in her cunt and spreading upwards through her body.
She kept up the bucking, but now it was settling into a smoother rhythm, not spasmodic jerking. She grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and massaged them. She moaned softly now.
Hank caught on to what was happening. 'You like it, don't you, baby?' Hank cooed at her. 'You like Hank's prick, don't you?'
The girl kept on making exotic sounds of pleasure that grew and grew in pitch.
Hank was turned on to the point now that he didn't give a damn about the rest of the world or anything. All he was aware of now was the rumbling in his balls. The gism triggered, Hank screamed.
He howled like a wild animal. The juices shot in a spectacular explosion that seemed to start from the balls of his feet and explode out the end of his prick.
It was the most fantastic fuck he had ever had. He thought his guts were flowing out through his organ. And when it was over, he flopped, spent, at the side of the little girl, who was panting as hard as he.
'You're stump broke now,' seaman Hank Fisher whispered coarsely into the raven haired beauty's ear. She snuggled up to him as if acknowledging the fact… and the sun slowly set on the two lone people, lying spent from the violent throes of love, on the deserted island beach.
Hank turned to nibble on the wild creature's ear when someone kicked sand in his face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Hank sat up abruptly, sputtering and brushing the sand from his face. He began to let loose a long string of obscenities until several voices from seemingly nowhere yelled at him to watch his language. He stopped, opened his eyes, and realized he had been daydreaming. The beach around him was filling up with people.
He thought about his dream and looked to see if he could see the dark-haired beauty who had set it off, but the girl in the bright yellow bikini was nowhere in sight, or more accurately, was obscured from view — if she were still there further down the beach.
Hank mused a while over the dream. 'You see,' he told himself smugly. 'That was one helluva fuck, and she didn't care whether or not I had two cars or a unicycle! All that matters is the meat, boy. Just the meat.' He surveyed the beach and the jumble of people. Here and there was an outstanding body, curvy and richly tanned.
'One of those babes will appreciate my, uhhh, manhood,' Hank confirmed to himself. 'Before this day is over, one of them will come right up to me and ask for it, straight out!' At that point a pair of shapely legs crossed in front of his vision, attached to a lush pair of hips that swayed like the oak beam of a ship.
They belonged to a buxom, beautifully built redhead in a white, one-piece bathing suit. She was some dish, with a build that just wouldn't quit! What a lay she'd be, Hank whistled softly to himself.
'She looks like the kind of dish that would appreciate a real man!' Hank said, with himself in mind. And he watched her sway down the beach until she disappeared from view, obscured by a crowd of people.
Hank sat up for a while looking at the sky and clouds. A sea gull squawked and swooped low over the water, catching Hank's attention. He watched it for a moment. He studied it for a short while and then shifted his gaze to a beautiful sailing sloop that was gliding in over the horizon. He loved boats. He was fascinated to watch this one glide effortlessly through the water, its sails billowing in the breeze.
Hank lay back on his towel and imagined what it would be like to be on a ship at that moment, standing boldly on the deck the breeze ruffling over his body and bringing the tang of salt air to his nostrils.
'The captain of a ship,' he thought, savoring the idea, turning it over in his mind. 'No, a pirate captain sailing the seven seas. Rape and pillage. Taking captives. Doing battle. Holding beautiful women hostage…'
'Ship ho!' came the cry from the crow's nest. The motley pirate crew ran to the starboard side, straining their eyes to catch sight of the vessel.
'What flag is she flying?' boomed Long Cock Fisher, captain of the pirate vessel. 'British, sir,' came the reply from high in the rigging. 'And she looks fat with plunder, riding low and slow!'
'Her guns?' Captain Long Cock demanded.
'Few and light,' was the reply.
'Prepare for attack! Set the sails full. Run her down!' ordered the captain.
Long Cock stood proudly, defiantly on the bridge. Legs astraddle, his hands on his hips, he proudly watched his men scrambling on the deck below him, securing their weapons. They rolled out the cannons, piled up the steel shot, broke out the kegs of powder and primed the fuses. They were a vicious bunch of cutthroats scarred and battle hardened. Each carried a full compliment of guns, knives, hooks and anything else they felt would help kill and maim the enemy.
As for the captain, he cut a handsome figure, standing there on the wooden bridge. His white shirt, open to
