Reginald Brisbane - The weekend captive

When the team went to Sydney for the championships Jim asked them to forget his nickname. Everyone in Brisbane knew of his reputation for having the biggest tool in Queensland – probably in any other State as well. A national cock record for length, width and strength. "Just don't call me Sludge-Pump in front of strangers, that's all I ask you blokes." They did their best to please him. For one thing he was a powerful steersman; for another he was a terrific backstop in a fight. Both he and Tiger lead-footed the big trucks on the Interstate runs or worked as laborers during the winter months, saving enough to beachcomb through the summer. Billy did nothing, apart from surfing every day that was sunny and shacking up with rich women for months on end; they liked him so much they never bothered to call the police when he robbed them of money and jewelry. Billy and Jim often remarked that they'd like to fuck Hugh's cousin Jenny. "Ram me bazooka right up her cunt," promised Jim… "I'd like to rape that beautiful model's ass," was Billy's ambition.

"Here's to birds and what they have between their legs," toasted Tiger, taking a long draft from the big glass in his hand.

"Here's to the cherry we all like to kiss," toasted Hugh.

"Here's to our American allies," toasted Jim.

"And here's to Hugh for getting us Little Miss America. I propose a toast to the blonde whose cunt will make us all happy if not rich. When do we get going, Hugh?" asked Billy. "Couldn't we get her up to Jenny's apartment?"

"You've hit the nail right on the head, Billy. That's the place. I've got it all planned. There might be a few dollars in it, too, the way I've been thinkin' about it."

"What do you mean, you dirty old bastard," asked Billy. "Are you plannin' to hawk her fork?" They all laughed, drunkenly waving their pints of beer in the air.

"Count me in, too," said Jim. "Haven't dipped the wick since I've been in Sydney. How about Jenny, do you think she'd play ball?"

"'Course she would," chipped in Billy. "Myself, I think she might be more than interested in a bit of lezzo."

"Careful what you say about me cousin," growled Hugh, forgetting his polite English. But he had been suspecting that there was something odd about Jenny. She never had a regular fella and jeez, wasn't Sydney renowned for queers and lesbians! Worse than San Francisco, he'd heard. "If you bastards upset Jenny the whole thing's off. She's part of the plan."

"Come on, let's pick up some tail at the dance," Billy said, draining his glass. "We'll leave old Sludgie at the bar."

"Don't call me that or I'll drop you," mumbled Jim. "No foolin' I will." The others strolled out of the bar, hearing Jim call after them: "Oh man, oh man. Tomorrow night's the night!"

All through dinner Linda struggled to remain cool while her parents described their afternoon with Arnold's business associate. She hardly listened to them, for her head was splitting in an agony of confusion, guilt and shame. She tried to put it all together; how she had allowed herself to be trapped in an inescapable position in that apartment. The main fault was in believing that Hugh's cousin would be there to act as a chaperone. And there was her stupidity in forgetting her key. That was simply an act of Fate and nothing she could do would alter that. The worst thing, the thing that disgusted her, that brought her near to tears every time she thought of it, was the fact that her self-control had been destroyed. Her body, something deep within her, had willingly – more than willingly – cooperated with him. Her mother's voice shook her out of her continuing introspection.

"Honey, why aren't you eating? You've hardly touched your food. Has the day been too exciting for you?"

"It must be something like that, Mom. Would you and Dad mind? I think I'd like to go to bed. I'm awfully tired." They both said that she must have a good long sleep. "I expect that handsome young man will be wanting to show you some big ones tomorrow, so you'd better prepare yourself for some wild surfing, Princess," her father added.

"Yes… er… perhaps I had," she faltered. "Good night, Dad. Good night, Mom."

"'Night Princess," they chorused. She certainly did look worn out, poor kid. They all were, after the long flight and a wearing day in the heat.

Linda closed her bedroom door with a sigh. She slipped out of her clothes and lay naked on the bed. The night was humid and hot, too much so to wear a nightie or get under the sheets. She could hear the muffled roar of the breakers down on the beach, mingled with the sounds of traffic in the street. She tried again to fathom her dreadful predicament but it was no use, the effort only started a throbbing in her head. She tried to think of Tom and how she would make it up to him. He should have taken her. It was, she knew, only natural that he had lost his head and asked her to kiss his… oh, hell, his cock. In her mind she saw it again: it seemed so small by comparison; hard but small. His hand moving up her leg; that had given her a wonderful thrill. Tears began to well up in her eyes: she was no longer a virgin! Oh God, why, why, why?

She felt her pussy, feeling for its soreness, surprised that it wasn't at all sore on the outside. She took her compact mirror from her beach purse and put it between her legs to inspect the damage Hugh had done her. She pressed her middle finger cautiously down into her crotch, spreading the swollen lips like segments of a particularly succulent peach to feel deeper. No, it wasn't very sore there, only a little, and it was damp with a warm moisture. She felt a glow spreading irresistibly throughout her body, her breathing quickened a little. She could see a drop of her juice slowly oozing through the lips of her parted vagina. The sight of it made the blood start pounding through her body, making her feel unbearably hot. She thought guiltily of Tom's cock and the electric feeling increased. Her finger began to rub slowly along the moist groove and across her twitching clitoris. That was a little sore, but she couldn't seem to stop rubbing and sliding her finger back and forth. She thought of Hugh licking her breasts, sucking and nibbling her nipples. Her other hand unconsciously came up to play with her taut breasts, pushing them up hard and then gently curling her fingers around the nipples. Her buttocks starting pushing up in slow surges as her finger on her pussy pushed down.

The confused young girl put everything out of her mind, all the guilt, the shame, the unbearable anxiety. Oh God. I wish I could stop this but I can't, I won't. What do they call it? A sin! But no. I read somewhere it's a harmless, natural thing to do. That's it! Harmless and natural, she rationalized to herself.

Rolling over on to her stomach, she kept her finger in the furrow, her other hand gently massaging her breasts. Her smooth buttocks moved up and down so that she didn't have to move her finger as much, though she tried to push it into her vagina – that hurt too much, she was still sore in there.

If only Hugh were here now. If only Tom were here, she corrected herself. I love Tom and I'm going to marry him. The deep and wonderful feeling was beginning to leave her: the guilt taking over. Would Tom marry me if he knew what happened this afternoon? Closing her eyes, she lay limp on the bed, her finger stopped in the warm moist pussy. I won't think about Tom, I won't think of anything. But into the blankness of her mind came the vision of Hugh's big member and the remembrance of her orgasm with him. She spread her legs apart, raised her buttocks and feverishly massaged her clitoris with all five fingers sending spasm after spasm of exhilarating sensation through her tensed up body until she felt she would explode.

Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head, her nostrils flared and with a deep-throated groan her body vibrated uncontrollably, her vagina exuding sticky secretions over her hand, twitching fitfully in her soaking cunt, a strand of her sun-streaked hair caught in her gasping mouth. "Oh God, that was delicious, I really loved it," she murmured to herself. At last the ravished fifteen year old girl sank into a dreamless sleep.