John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

I finally managed a smile. "Oh, I see." Scott looked around.

"Look, I don't go on duty until seven. Could I buy you a drink?" He moved his shoulders. He moved them nice. "I'd ask you to the bar here at the Palace but you're a paying guest and I'm an employee…" He shrugged, gave me another smile. "How about the Hilton? It's just across the street."

It didn't seem absolutely necessary, that I become acquainted with Scott Morely. He knew who I was, didn't he? But he kept looking at my legs. It was almost a challenge. He was lots older than the boys I'd dated back in Williamsburg. I couldn't help wonder what hoops I might be able to put him through. And the Scotch I'd drunk said yes, too.

Scott gave the waiter a nod when he took our order. The drink I got was fruity and nice. But underneath the sugar I could taste plenty of booze.

"A girl does have to be careful," Scott said. "Especially one like you."

"What makes me different?" I said, trying not to slur nay words. I felt pretty loaded. I wasn't used to too much hard stuff. I wasn't used to any hard stuff!

"You know what makes you different," he said. I couldn't look in his eyes. A thrill burned through my body. It was exciting having a man on the run again. A real man. Not just some high-school big shot.

We talked about things. Scott had been around the world and filled me in on a few of his adventures. He seemed a perfect gentleman, though. Except for those eyes. We finished our drinks and he escorted me back across the street to the parking lot. He had a low-slung sports car.

"I didn't say I was going anywhere with you," I started.

"You have your bikini with you, don't you? I know a place…"

"The beach is right down there," I said, pointing at the ocean.

"My place is better. No people." He started the engine. I felt silly standing in the hot parking lot with my bikini rolled in a towel. And the heat was cooking the alcohol in my head. I slid in and held on as Scott gunned off down the highway.

We had to walk down a narrow path to get to the ocean. It looked like a private beach, though there weren't any houses close by. Scott pulled a pair of trunks out of his hip pocket and undid his belt. I looked away when I realized he was going to change right there in front of me. He saw me looking for a private spot.

"The shy type, huh?"

I said. "Maybe." He had me on the defensive. He laughed and plunged out into the breakers. I waited until I saw his head dip beneath the waves and then quickly skinned off my shorts and got into my bikini. The top was easy, I just turned my back. But when I kicked off my sandals and started down the beach, the sand did awful things to the bottoms of my feet. By the time I felt salt water around my ankles, my clit had pushed out between the plump halves of my cunt-mound. It was so swollen that it rubbed the crotch of my bikini when I walked. It was impossible to keep that sand from sliding up between my toes, though.

Scott floated in beside me. The water was warm.

"I'm not much of a swimmer," I told him. I'd fled my hair up but it was wet anyway.

"Come on, I'll show you a few strokes." Before I could do anything, Scott had an arm under my belly and had swept me up off the sand. I struggled but he walked towards deeper water. Then we were both floating. Instinctively I threw my arms around his neck. My legs scissored his middle as I sucked in air. Deep water always had scared me.

"Take it easy, I won't let you go under." His arms tightened around my back. Then I felt something hard against my belly as I clung against Scott. Almost at the same instant I saw his trunks bobbing on the tip of a wave, heading for shore. His fingers fooled with the tie of my bikini bottom.

"Nooo! What do you think you're doing anyway! Ohhhh!" A wavelet put salt water in my mouth and I had to cling all the tighter to Scott's strong body. I felt my bikini slide away from my hips. Scott yanked it free from between us. I shook my head violently.

"Get me out of here… get me into shallow water, damn you!"

"Easy, honey," he laughed. "I'm the good swimmer, remember? You'd better be nice to me."

My bikini top came off next, but I couldn't let go of Scott's neck. An incoming breaker almost took us under and I bobbed like a cork, spitting water and squealing. My tits flattened against Scott's warm chest as I clung frantically to the only thing I had to keep from drowning.

"That's it, just hold tight." He kissed the hollow between my neck and shoulder. I fought down the thrilling jolts that made me shiver. I could feel Scott's cock bobbing against the underside of my body, bumping my cunt-mound gently as the waves rocked us. When he tried to kiss my mouth, I pushed against his chest. He let me fall backwards, let me go under for a second. I came up spitting and choking. Then he grabbed me roughly and his tongue speared between my teeth.

"Mmmmnnnnnhhaaaa!" I cried, twisting away. He dragged me out with a thundering wave breaking around us. I felt the sand under my feet again and then Scott threw me down and fell on top of me. I squirmed like crazy. He had my bikini top in his teeth. He pulled my hands behind my back and wound the skimpy thing around both wrists. I knew when he jerked the knot tight that I wasn't going to wiggle it loose. Then I was rolled onto my back again. For the first time I saw Scott's cock as he knelt there between my legs.

"Eatin' stuff."

"What did you s-s-say?"

I was horrified. I couldn't take my eyes off that… that thing that grew out of a thatch of curly hair. It was the biggest cock I'd seen in my whole life. And there was something else different about it, too. I couldn't see the head… that part that flared out from the shaft, that part that had been purple-colored on Barry's prick. This guy had a covering of skin that protected the sensitive barb. Uncircumcised. That was the word I'd been hunting for.

For a reason I couldn't understand, my pussy flooded with butter when I jerked my arms in an effort to free them. It was the strain of my muscles, the feeling of helplessness. I was scared stiff and yet, shaking with another fever, too. The look in Scott's eyes. Hungry. He bent down and dug his thumbs into the soft flesh of my inner thighs. I parted them with a squeal and he opened his mouth and looked into the bloom of my throbbing pussy.

I thought I was going to faint. It didn't really happen, did it? Men just talked about eating a girl's cunt. They bragged to other men about such things. But when it came down to it, they would never put their mouths against something like a girl's pussy. Would they?

"Jesus, you smell like an angel," Scott said.

The scar on his face jumped. Then he fell on his chest between my spread thighs, and I experienced the most intense and sudden thrill I'd ever known. My pulsing little cunt was swathed with his hot spit, petted and tickled with his tongue. I felt the pussy folds peel open for him as he speared along the V of my gash. He found my clit and sucked it noisily. His teeth edged the delicate tissues hidden in the heat of my gushing cunt juice. I felt like he was pushing his chin hard against my cherry and then his tongue raked the spot, too.

"Noooo! Ohhh, God, don't… don't!"

"I had a feeling you were a virgin," Scott said. I focused on his face. His cheeks and chin were smeared with my glossy cunt butter. I could see the dew hanging in my beaver where the hair grew up from my cunt-mound.

"You better untie me… right now!"

Scott plunged his mouth back down on my cunt again. The shivery pleasure silenced me. His licking was slow now, teasing. He dragged his tongue across my clit, flattening it into the mess of my blood-swollen pussy.

We were barely out of the water and an incoming wave washed over my legs as Scott continued to burrow into the split of my cunt. All my pussy was swollen with the heat of excitement. I felt like my cunt was all puffed up and the spongy fullness of my twat folds made Scott's tongue seem like it was shooting me with little electric shocks. In my panic, I tried to drum my heels against his back. But Scott was quick. He caught both ankles and stretched his arms out. My legs opened so wide that the tendons on the insides of my thighs bulged out. He nibbled those, too, letting me feel his teeth. The sensations sucked the breath from my lungs. I flopped weakly, knowing it was all wrong, afraid of his strength and intentions and at the same time unable to ignore the thrilling strokes of his caresses.