John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

"I want your cherry!" he grunted, shoving the point of his tongue against the dainty bunched flesh. I flopped my head wildly.

"Nhhhaaaa! Nooooo!"

The bikini top around my wrists wouldn't give. And when I jerked to free myself, the strain of my muscles only increased the tension of my excitement. Scott seemed to be going crazy. He held my butt up off the sand so he could lick farther down my crack. I guess the salt water had washed me pretty clean, but I still couldn't believe it when he started licking around the taut knot of my asshole. The jolting thrills made me squeal. I didn't want him to know what I was feeling. But the sounds poured from me and I couldn't stop them. My body was a quivering mass of hot nerve ending. And he was licking and biting and sucking in a way I didn't know a human was capable of.

"Ohhh, damn you… this is… awful!"

Scott sucked one of my ass-cheeks between his teeth and began to tease it with his teeth. The big muscles went tight and he laughed through his nose as a finger tickled close to my hymen and then pushed in enough to stretch the fragile membrane.

"Nooooooo!"

"It isn't doing you any good."

"Ohhh, please… don't! Ohhh, God, nooooo!"

"Who are you saving it for?"

"Not you… I hate you!"

Scott just laughed again and pushed his dripping mouth down against my slit again. I felt my drenched pussy curls rubbing against his lips and chin. He held my ass, his fingers digging into the white flesh of my body as he ate my snatch.

He concentrated on my clit now and the steady suction, the rhythmic strokes of his tongue over that velvety lump made my back arch up off the sand. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. It was like a fire burned out of control between my legs, a fire that was going to consume all of me!

"Yes… that's what you like, isn't it?" Scott murmured between licks. I could only dig my heels into the wet sand and writhe. My pussy swelled even wider to his licking. I felt like my whole bottom would burst with blood if he didn't stop. It was far more intense than spraying myself with water that time after Barry had raped my ass.

"Huuhnnnnn!"

"You want more, don't you?"

"Ghhuuuu!" My legs went straight up in the air. I could see them swaying, the toes pointed and fanned apart. Then I was doing something with my hips that shamed me even then. I was humping them forward and back, pumping my open slit against Scott's mouth.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I was supposed to be resisting him. But how could I resist with my hands tied behind me? I couldn't think. My body flopped as I made quick fucking motions and felt Scott's tongue swathing my delicate cunt-flesh with his hot spit.

"Ohhh, something's happening to me. You've got to stop… got to… got to!"

"If I stopped, you'd kill me," Scott breathed and his tongue flattened my poor clit down into its protective hood.

A buzzing, tickling sensation shot through my ass and pussy! My body bucked violently and I felt the bikini top cutting into my wrists as every muscle in my body went rock-hard. I thought that if the tickling pleasure didn't stop in a few more seconds that I'd die of it! Ohhhh, it was heavenly… but wrong… this… guy… eating my… cunt!

Then the tickle burst into the most delicious ecstasy! I plunged my heels deep into the sand and thrust my dancing ass up hard against Scott's mouth. He licked my asshole and pussy and bit my thigh, too. I actually found myself wanting him to bite me and when his teeth cut into one swollen cunt-lip. I screamed with the sharp pleasure.

"Ohhh! Thhhnnn! Yessss! Ohhhhhh, help, help, help!"

Someone was dragging me to my feet, untying my wrists. I'd passed out. Where was I? Who was it behind me?

"Hey, sugar, you feeling all right?"

"What… where am I?" The sun was going down. I couldn't seem to remember anything.

"We had a little swim. Now I'm taking you home." Scott turned me around and held out the top of my bikini. Only then did I realize that my tits were bare. I clutched the skimpy thing against them and put a hand down to my cunt.

"Oh, I put that back on for you." Scott smiled and his scar moved on his cheek. "It's really kind of fun to dress an unconscious chick." A jagged edge of fear cut through me. While I was unconscious… had Scott done what he'd threatened? I guess he read the look on my face.

"Aw, come on, Robyn. What kind of a guy you think I am?"

My hand touched the crotch piece of my bikini and I inched a finger under the narrow covering. My cunt-lips were terribly swollen and still drenched with my slickness, but the hot knot of my cherry was still there. When I pulled my hand out, Scott grabbed the wrist and thrust my fingers into his mouth. He was stronger than I was. I had to let him suck my pussy butter from each knuckle, pretending that the rub of his tongue didn't affect me in the slightest. Actually, the hot friction between my fingers was setting off new fires. I bit my lip and frowned at him.

"I want to go back to the hotels… now!" He dropped my hand, shrugged.

"Sure."

"I can't believe, what you've done. I mean, I really can't believe it!"

"Look, baby, don't bullshit me. You loved it." He touched the small of my back as we headed for the car. I tried to shove his fingers away, but he persisted. And that damned rough sand squeezing up between my toes wasn't helping either. I limped the last few feet to his car and fell into the seat panting.

"You don't really want to go back to the hotel, do you?"

"You said you have to go to work."

Scott rubbed a hand through his mussed hair. "Unfortunately, yes. But I'll drop up to your room to see you."

"Like hell you will." I sat as close to my door as possible. Scott started up and wound up the dirt road to the highway. I didn't say a word all the way back to the Sand Palace and neither did he. But I couldn't help notice how his swimming trunks were. He didn't have anything on underneath them. And he had a huge hard-on. So big, in fact, that the foreskin was poking out of one leg hole. I didn't want to look… I fought to keep my eyes away. But Scott caught me glancing at his cock and laughed like hell.

"You want to play with it?" he said as we wheeled into the parking lot of the Palace. I just got out of the car without a word, grabbed my clothes and towel and headed for the lobby. Maybe it was something in my manner that tipped him off. He grabbed my wrist before I was ten steps away.

"What do you have in mind, baby?"

"Maybe your boss would like to know how you treat the guests here," I snapped, my bottom lip trembling. Wind blew a curly lock across Scott's eyes. He tightened ht grip on my wrist. It hurt.

"Oh, sure. You're going to tell the manager how I took you out to a lonely beach and ate your pussy, right?" I blushed, dropped my eyes. Scott pursued his advantage. "He'd just love to hear all the details… and it would be your word against mine, after all." He made me look up at him. "Wouldn't it?"

"Let me go."

"I'll be up to see you tonight," he laughed, turning back to his car. I hurried into the lobby and went to the desk.

"Could I help you, Miss Durant?" the clerk asked. He was a young man with a neatly trimmed mustache and dark eyes. I swallowed and bunched my towel against my damp bikini top.

"No… unless…" I stopped again and bit my lip. "No… nothing."

"I hope you enjoyed your swim," the clerk said pleasantly. I padded barefoot to the elevator and went up. Even walking rubbed my sensitive cunt-lips in an excruciating way. I locked the door behind me and stripped off my bikini. Then I went into the bathroom and sat on the closed commode. There was a bottle of oil at the sink. I poured some of it my palm and spread it gently over the raw blooms of my pussy. Then I went and put the night chain in place. That bastard Scott wasn't going to come see me. Not if I could help it.