Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

But she didn't complain. This was exciting to her. He was in command. He was a man and dominating her. Hadn't he tied her down and hadn't, he made sure that he was the one who called all the shots in the fucking? The thought of having a true man fucking her made her even more excited. Every nerve in her trim, young body seemed to spark and beg for more.

She got it.

His prick took away her breath. She'd thought her cunt had already expanded to take that massive battering-ram of prick. She was wrong. He pulled her pussy all out of shape again. If it hadn't been for the flowing rivers of her love oils, he would have ripped and torn delicate cunt tissues. As it was, though, both of them got off on it.

He began fucking her with slow, methodical strokes. He drove his prick deeply into her cunt each time. Then he increased the power of each stroke until she was actually lifted up on her toes. She was being slid back along the surface of the jet engine. Her own weight conspired to drive his cock even deeper into her boiling belly.

"It… it's good, but fuck me more! Faster! Harder! I must have it until it bruises me! I want to feel your sweet-fucking prick inside me!"

Hans chuckled to himself. These teenaged bitches were all alike. They wanted a real man to dominate them, to fuck them cross-eyed. He was lucky that he'd caught her silent message that she liked to be bound while she fucked. That added extra zest to an otherwise-normal fucking for the mechanic. And being in plain sight was something that made him both excited and desperate. He could not afford to have his supervisor come along. He might be fired.

Or his supervisor might insist on fucking the girl, too. She had mentioned having to catch a flight leaving soon. He didn't want to be greedy, but he wasn't about to share her hot pussy with anyone else. His prick was too stiff, and he loved the feel of her hot folds of pussy flesh all around his cock.

"Worry not, my little captive bird. Hans will give you the hardest fucking of your life! I promise that!"

"Do it!" she demanded. "So do it!"

He began fucking her harder. Each thrust carried her off her toes entirely now. He felt her cunt lips spreading out under the impact of his cock as it went into her pussy. Her delicately scalloped pink cunt lips were oily and slick with her inner juices.

The friction of his prick against her cunt walls mounted, in spite of her thick, flowing cunt juices. The fucking was simply too fast for her. The heat seethed and boiled inside her tight cunt and excited him even more.

When she began tensing and relaxing her cunt muscles, he almost came. The excitement of fucking in public had robbed him of a measure of his normally-expert control. The sight of a blue-eyed, blonde eighteen-year-old who was into bondage also thrilled him more than he cared to admit. But her cunt!

Her cunt teased him. Her cunt relaxed at just the right times, tensed as if to milk him at others. He could hardly maintain his frantic fucking pace due to the way her pussy was playing with his prick.

She loved the thick prick driving so forcefully into her needy pussy. Being bound allowed her to have complete freedom in what she tried to do; she knew that she wouldn't go flopping around on the ground spastically. The restraints ironically gave her freedom to indulge in any of the fine sensations ripping through her young body.

Her tits felt like they would explode from all the excited blood rushing into them. The way her nipples expanded and pointed made her feel they would burst and send a cascade out onto the man's chest. But the biggest thrill she received was from the massive cock driving so firmly into her hungry cunt.

He fucked her with enough force to drive the entire length of his cock into her pussy. She was still deeper than he was long, but she felt her cunt walls strain in discomfort as they tried to expand enough to take his girth. The man was hung like an elephant. Not long, but thick! And that was even better, she thought.

Best of all, he didn't allow her the least say-so in how they fucked. He kept control of the tempo of the fucking. She could and did urge him on, but words were her only tools. Words and the way she could massage his luscious prick as he stuffed repeatedly into her cunt.

The thick, blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed as hard as her nipples did. And the feel of his foreskin pulling back and pushing her cunt walls out even more was the trigger she needed to get off. She came, shrieking at the top of her lungs. It was a good thing she was firmly tied down to the jet engine, because she strained and jerked and bucked around as if she'd gone mad. Not even a straitjacket would have held her as securely as the bonds he'd placed on her wrists and ankles. She was bent backwards around the curve of the engine, and this held her firmly in line for his fucking prick.

"Gott," he muttered, "your cunt attacks me! If you had teeth in it, you would have bitten off my prick! Such a tight cunt I have never felt. Not even a virgin could be so tight! How do you do it!"

"Not me! It's you and your big, swollen prick that's doing it. I love the feel of it fucking deep into me. More, give me more! I want to come again!"

And she did. Her cunt convulsed after he gave her another thirty or forty strokes. She felt her pussy lips begin to tremble and ache. This was one hell of a fine fucking!

She tensed around his prick as it drove into her cunt on what seemed like the fiftieth stroke, and she knew it wouldn't be but a matter of seconds before he fountained out his white, hot come. She knew from the way his cock bounced against her sensitive cunt walls. His cock swelled to even larger proportions, then exploded inside her pussy like a buried stick of dynamite.

The sudden surge of his hot jism set her off again. They moaned loudly, he clutching her upper arms and pressing hard against her aroused tits. She got off again, even while his prick still pumped hot, white come into her sucking pussy.

Then she relaxed, the fiery tempest of lust passed. She sighed, smiled, and looked into the man's gray eyes. "I felt like this engine roaring away," she said.

"And I, too," he agreed. He wiped sweat from his forehead and then kissed her on the lips.

"Best to release me. My plane leaves for America very soon."

"In a moment," he said. For a brief second, a thrill of fear surged into her veins. Was he going to leave her tied down like this? Perhaps fuck her again so that she would miss her flight? But no, he simply wanted to lick her drooling pussy clean. She almost came one final time at the feel of his tongue roughly laying her cunt lips and his mouth sucking out the come he'd shot inside her.

Then he released her and helped her rearrange her clothing so that she didn't look quite so rumpled.

"Must you go?" he asked.

"Yes, I am going to America to study for one year. I have a foster family waiting for me."

He nodded solemnly and finally said, "If you wish to ever take another quick trip, please ask for me."

She smiled at him and said, "Oh, yes, Hans, I will! It was so good a send-off! Much better than having people cry and try not to appear sad." She reached out and lightly touched his cheek and said, "Hartelijk dank."

"Niets te danken," then turned and walked off without bothering to look back at the girl.

"Oh, Annemarie, it's so good having you come to America! And to actually stay with me for a whole year!" bubbled Marcia Fontaine. The American teenager monopolized the conversation all the way home from the airport. Annemarie wondered if the teenaged girl ever shut up, even to put food into her face. Still, she was happy to see such a fine-looking family to receive her on this side of the Atlantic.

Len Fontaine appeared distracted by her great beauty. He may have been her foster father, but she still considered him an attractive man. To her with her European ways of thinking, it wouldn't have mattered if he had been her real father if she'd found him attractive. Sexual freedom meant not hurting anyone else, but always doing what gave you pleasure.