Reginald Brisbane - The weekend captive

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 was now wanting 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 still-hard cock out of the cum-filled cunt with a lewd viscous sucking sound. He had wanted to shove it into her mouth, to force her to suck him off, but she had passed out, the silly little bitch.

Seeing Linda's Polaroid camera on a chair, he thought to himself, I'll take a picture of Miss Uppity as a memento of her first fuck. He aimed the camera at an angle looking up between her spread-eagled legs and having placed one of her hands in her cruelly ravished, inflamed pussy.

The camera snapped in a brilliant flash of light.

It was growing dark when Linda came to with a start. As she sat up her head felt as though it would fall off, her body ached when she leaned forward, groaning helplessly as the memory of the afternoon flooded back to her sickened, tortured mind. There was an ache between her legs, an ache that spread around to her back, and as she looked down along her body she saw the bloody stain of her virginity on the couch and felt the ooze of cum in her inflamed pussy.