'Uuuuuuuunnnn… uuuuunnn… uuuuwuwunnnnnn!!!' She felt the rumblings deep inside her body… rumblings which grew louder and more violent until she was shaking like a volcanic mountain. Coals of fire erupted from the core of her being and rained down on her flesh, and her nerves sizzled like cold water on a hot griddle. Her cuntal juices turned to liquid fire and gushed onto Randy's lips and tongue and flowed like lava, down to her anal crevice. Her body danced with jolts from a thousand live wires. She screamed out her ecstasy as she came and came and came…
Geezus Christ! This chick is one for the books! She sure as hell doesn't have to take a back seat to Trish, that's for damned sure! Randy remarked to himself as he continued to lap at the young beauty's pussy until she finally begged him to stop. She almost passed out from the sensations that emanated from between her legs. Never had she been so thoroughly, so satisfyingly tongue fucked.
The sun-drugged, sex-drugged, narcotized young girl lapsed into a near-comatose state, wallowing in the delicious tingling sensations that pervaded her body. She was barely cognizant of Randy's movement now… that he had crawled from between her legs and inched up along side of her, his huge prick preceding him like some pagan battle standard. His eyes glowed with fevered anticipation and insatiable lust. He kneeled beside her head and leaned down to kiss her wantonly on the mouth, pressing his tongue between her unresisting lips and deep inside her mouth.
Davie drew in her breath at the unexpected assault on her mouth, tasting her own pussy juices mixed with the briny essence of saltwater. Benumbed as she was, she felt another little tremor of renewed excitement flutter through her spent loins, and an audible sigh escaped past Randy's engulfing lips. Then he drew away from her, and she felt the absence of his lips; she wanted them on her mouth again…
Suddenly they were back… he was rubbing his mouth across her lips… so soft… soft delicate mouth rubbing back and forth, back and forth, but differently. There was something different in the way it felt… softer than his lips… softer than a baby's skin… so delicately soft, but firm, too. Why was it different this time?
Her eyes fluttered opened then squinted against the light. Oh God – she was staring right at the huge, erect penis, at the blood-engorged, glistening-tipped cock of Randy Ferris! That's what it was that she felt on her mouth – Randy's cock! Oh nooooo! Surely he didn't expect her to put that thing into her mouth!
Oh, but he did! 'Davie, kiss my cock, baby. Open your lips and give it a little kiss,' he urged her. His face was a mask of desire.
'Nooooo! I can't. I can't do that,' she insisted, turning her face away and closing her eyes again.
'Sure you can, honey. You know you want to, deep down inside… just like you really wanted me to fuck your little pussy last night. Wouldn't you like to know what it feels like to have it in your mouth, honey?'
There was a tremor of excitement in his husky voice. He leaned over her again and pressed his instrument against her lips, while he placed his right hand on her bare, upthrust breast and began to massage the sensitive flesh expertly.
'No! Take it away from me,' she protested, but there was slightly less conviction in her voice. The familiar stirrings of desire were back in her body, and she found herself becoming curious. What would it taste like, she wondered. Randy was such a beautiful, sexy man not like that disgusting fruit with her mother…
'Sure, baby, if that's the way you feel about it,' he answered a tone of annoyance. He rolled over and lay flat on his back, placing his hands behind his head. 'It's OK with you if I eat your pussy, if I stick my tongue in your snatch and suck you unto you cum all over my mouth… that's fine, isn't it?' he said contemptuously. 'But when the ball is in your court, you don't want to play!'
'It's not that, Randy, it's just that… well…'
'Forget it, sweetheart. I get the message. We'd just skip the oral stuff from now on – both of us. I mean, it's too bad, a damned shame, really – I could acquire a real taste for that sweet little cunt of yours… but, it wouldn't be fair to either of us, would it? One-way streets always lead to resentments, don't they?'
The clever youth made his point – in spades. Davie felt a seizure of panic as she considered Randy's threat he didn't intend to go down on her again… not unless she 'played bag'…
She was wavering, torn by a desire to please this man, her first male lover who had already given her so much pleasure. She couldn't bear to think of it coming to an end, or being something less than complete. Yet, she felt frightened and repulsed at the thought of putting his rigid member into her mouth; she kept seeing her mother blowing that horrible faggot. Besides, she'd never done it before. How do you do it? She didn't want to make a fool of herself. But Randy was right, she knew: turn about's fair play. She sighed heavily and turned to him, letting her arm rest on his chest.
She snuggled closer, wanting him to put a reassuring arm around her, but he continued to lay sprawled on his back with his arms behind his head, his eyes closed and his face expressionless.
She put her head on his chest. Still no reaction. He was mad at her! She looked down his body, which was elongated from her perspective. Her drugged brain saw him as a column of flesh stretched out like a sun bronzed Plastic Man in the comic books. His erect cock was thrust in the air like an angry middle finger of disdain. Slowly she let her fingers slide down his chest, down his belly, down to has sparse forest of crisp, dark blonde pubic hair… Randy's prick bobbed in welcome to her hand. She paused there.
'I… I don't know how to do it, Randy. I've never done it before,' she said haltingly.
'Done what?' he asked dryly. (He knew perfectly well what she was talking about. He had to suppress a self-satisfied smile.)
'Put a man's thing into my mouth… kissed it.' She was grateful that he could not see her face embarrassment was written all over it.
'Oh, that…' he said nonchalantly, 'just forget it, honey. Forget I ever asked you to kiss it, or lick it, or take it in your mouth…'
'No, Randy. I want to do it for you. I don't want to be a one-way street,' she answered firmly, but in a lithe girl voice. 'Only you have to tell me what to do…'
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Peter Knight stole another long glance at his passenger as they drove south along the narrow, two-way road in his sleek silver Porsche. Trish had greeted him wearing the briefest and sexiest of black bikinis and a thin gold chain around her neck. She was all smiles, and gave no indication that she bore any resentment towards him for his callous treatment of her the night before. She looked so Goddamned exciting, so sensual, that he had torn off his own swim trunks and fucked her right then, this time treating her like a partner and not a whore. He felt he couldn't get enough of her.
Now, scanning her bikini-clad body again, he found his cock once more straining under his trunks as his eyes roved over the generous expanse of breast flesh that was revealed above the skimpy top, and the smooth, flat belly, her golden thighs and long, beautiful legs. She wanted to go to the point, she said… she had been there before… the beach was secluded and the water warmest there…
His thoughts weighted his right foot and the Porsche went faster, accelerating with the increase of his desire.
'What's the rush, lover?' she teased, giving him one of her sexy, all-knowing looks. She placed her hand on his sun-warmed thigh, adding another ten miles an hour to the gauge.
Finally, they rounded a bend where the highway narrowed into a dusty road. The handsome resort owner shifted down and let the Porsche slow to a crawl to minimize the fallout created by the grooved, Michelin tires. He suddenly jammed on the brakes when he spotted Randy's red MG parked in a shaded turnout about 75 yards ahead. Trish saw the little red sports car, too. It was there, thank God… just as she had planned it!
'What the hell?' Peter said, his brow furrowed in a frown.
'Looks like somebody beat us to it… to the point, that is,' Trish sad slyly. 'What a coincidence…'
A sense of dread creeped over Davie's father. What the fuck was she doing way out here? Why had Randy brought her here for a swim unless… Christ, why had he allowed her to go with that kid anyway? He should have known better…
'Oh well, we might as well go for swim with them, lover. Then we can find another spot of our own…' the scheming blonde said casually. 'It'll be fun to surprise them.'
