Reginald Brisbane - The weekend captive

"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.