"What with international and civil wars, the increasing use of torture, rising violence in the cities and the threat of nuclear war, no explanation is needed for the lively current theoretical interest in the problem of human violence and aggression. In fact, if there is a question it is why it took such a long time for aggression to be recognized as a major psychological problem."
The words are those of Erich Fromm, one of the most prominent psychoanalysts of our time and a worthy successor to Freud himself, writing in The New York Times Magazine for February 27, 1972. Born in Frankfurt, Germany, Fromm studied sociology and psychology at the Universities of Heidelberg, Frankfurt and Munich and received his Ph.D. from Heidelberg in 1922. He is now a United States citizen and has devoted himself to consultant psychology and theoretical investigation. Of his many books, The Art of Loving is probably his most famous. In it, he considered the entire general subject of love and came to the conclusion that although the "principle underlying capitalistic society and the principle of love are incompatible... Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." Thomas Harvey Gill has said that Fromm "has brilliantly performed a difficult and important task. For to translate psychiatric concepts into language intelligible to a lay audience while preserving scientific integrity is a job whose difficulty becomes apparent only to those who attempt it. Dr. Fromm has done this admirably."
If anyone can be said to be an expert on love, then, Erich Fromm is that man. But is aggression merely the opposite of love? This is what Fromm is discussing in the article we have quoted, using as his take-off point the writings of Konrad Lorenz, the eminent student of animal behavior. He goes on: "Freud alone, in the early nineteen-twenties, became so impressed with the crucial tole of human aggression (perhaps as a consequence of the first World War)
that he undertook a radical revision of his whole theory. He substituted for the polarity of the two governing passions-sexuality and self-preservation-a new polarity: the life instinct (eros, including sexuality) and the death instinct, the drive for destruction of oneself or of others. The change failed to impress the public, and instead, Freud's increasing popularity was largely based on his theory of sex; in the period of conspicuous consumption, sexual consumption, too, became respectable."
After considerable discussion of what aggression is and what source it springs from, Fromm separates the most aggression-prone personality types found in our society into three distinct classifications. The sadistic he says, is represented by Heinrich Himmler, the necrophiliac by Adolf Hitler himself, and the chronically bored by the followers of Charles Manson. "Perhaps," he goes on "the most important source of aggression and destructiveness today is to be found in the 'bored' character. Boredom, in this sense, is not due to external circumstances such as the absence of any stimulation, as in the experiments in sensory deprivation or in an isolation cell in prison. It is a subjective factor within the person, the inability to respond to things and people around him with real interest.
"In most respects, the bored character resembles those in chronic, neurotic depressed states. There is a lack of appetite for life, a lack of any deep interest in anything or anybody, a feeling of powerlessness and resignation; personal relations-including erotic and sexual ones-are thin and flat, and there is little joy or contentment. Yet, in contrast to the depressed, chronically bored persons do not tend to torture themselves by feelings of guilt or sin, they are not centered around their own unhappiness and suffering, and their facial expressions are very different from those of depressed persons. They have little incentive to do anything, to plan, and at most can experience thrill but no joy."
The reader will do well to keep these words in mind when he meets David Farlane, one of the chief characters in A Beauty for Brutes, the novel by Frank Leonard that follows. You will meet him just as Samantha Carr, the book's young heroine, meets him, in what should be the pleasantest of surroundings and circumstances. He will not seem, at first, to exhibit any feelings of "powerlessness and resignation." In fact, he definitely appears to exert a strong power over young Samantha. However, as we got to know him better, we see how well he fits into the character-type classification Dr. Fromm has been discussing.
Again, Farlane appears to be a more active type than a chronically bored individual would be in real life, but we must point out that his personality has been drawn from real-life case histories. Also, on close analysis, it will be seen that he initiates many activities, but that once these activities have begun he can sit on the sideline and observe them without further effort.
As to what these activities are... that is the material of Mr. Leonard's novel. It is a powerful work, both highly entertaining and deeply serious. Frank Leonard makes no attempt to point a moral, but the story can be taken as a clear warning: Watch out for the David Far-lanes of the world. They can be dangerous.
The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Samantha lay back in the bath, letting the perfumed foam gently surround her. She ran her hand luxuriantly over the black marble tiles that made up the wall.
This is really the way to travel, she mused.
The air-conditioner hummed busily, hard at work sucking up the excess moisture in the air, while the slow roll of the boat sent little waves rippling across the bath. When her father had told her, a month before, that the whole family was going for a three-week holiday to the fabled island of Capri in the Mediterranean, she'd had her doubts. Somehow a holiday with her mother and father hadn't sounded like much fun.
Samantha smiled. She really needn't have worried: from the moment they boarded the luxury cruise-liner Eurapes at New York, she knew she was going to enjoy herself. Samantha came from a fairly wealthy family and was used to good living but here was luxury beyond her wildest dreams. The first-class suite she shared with her parents was palatial; great velvet drapes, for instance, and real silk sheets on the king-size beds. Then there was the thrill of sitting at the Captain's table for meals with all the officers competing for the honor of taking her into dinner every night, not to mention the fun she was having flirting with them all.
Now, on this last evening before the ship docked in Naples, the crowning glory: the great fancy dress ball with the Captain himself partnering her.
Samantha relaxed, letting the warmth penetrate deep into her body. She moved luxuriously, looking down at the way her breasts rose like twin mountains out of the foam-covered water. Slowly she brought up her hands and started massaging the nipples, feeling them grow taut and hard under her fingers. A thrill went through her body and she shivered slightly with subconscious excitement. Samantha had never been with a man. Somehow during her strict and supervised childhood she had been made aware that sex for sex's sake was dirty. Sex was only something that was tolerated as a prelude to a happy marriage and childbirth. All the same, the feel of her fingers on her lithe young body gave her little quivers of excitement. Almost at once she suppressed the thought as unworthy and let her hands sink gently under the perfumed water.
"Hurry up, Sammy, it's getting late." Her mother's voice sounded from behind the door.
"Alright, Mummy. Won't be a minute."
Samantha slowly stretched and then stepped out of the bath. The deep pile rug felt soft beneath her feet and as she walked over to the mirror, the remainder at the foam tickled as it gently coursed down her body. She looked at herself appraisingly in the mirror, well pleased with what she saw. A tall girl, nearly five feet nine, with a mop of unruly red hair. She had long supple legs and breasts that were full and well developed, forming an almost perfect curve that was accentuated by the white strips where her bikini had prevented the sun from tanning them to the same color as the rest of her bronzed body.
Although Samantha was only nineteen, her features were of the sort that made it difficult to tell her age, she could have been almost anything from seventeen to twenty-seven.
She moved up closer to the mirror, tossing her hair back angrily when she saw that her nose was once again covered in freckles.
Damn, she thought as she picked up a towel and started to dry herself. Why does the sun always break me out like this?
Half an hour later, her minor irritation long forgotten, she was ready. Her parents had already gone on ahead, leaving her alone in the cabin. Not that Samantha minded, it would give her an excellent opportunity to make a star entrance. She had decided to go to the fancy-dress ball as Snow White, mainly as it saved her the trouble of having to make a costume. Snow White was supposed to have had black hair but as Samantha was well aware of how stunning she looked, she didn't suppose that anyone would mind. The flowing white evening gown that she was wearing accentuated her height and gave her an almost regal air. As she fixed the little golden mask in place and gave her hair a last admonishing tap, she could almost imagine herself a queen.
It's funny, she thought, but sex is more and more on my mind of late. She tried to stop herself thinking about it, constantly reminding herself that such ideas were ugly and disgusting, but nevertheless the thoughts kept returning to the back of her mind. She'd heard one or two of her friends at school talk how much it hurt the first time and this had enforced her resolve not to give herself to anyone until she was married. All the same, since the cruise began she had caught herself looking at some of the younger passengers with a more than appraising eyes.
There were times when she really wanted to find out what making love, or fucking as she had heard it vulgarly called, was really like. Once one of the ship's officers had caught her eye and she'd felt funny little tingles running up and down her spine.
Now, with the romantic island of Capri so close, she wondered what the holiday was going to bring.
Stepping out into the corridor, she was almost bowled over by a group of children who came pelting round the corner, followed by a panting old lady who was calling to them to stop. Samantha stepped back out of danger and smiled at the old lady as she rushed by, then continued on towards the boat deck.
It was one of those nights for which the Mediterranean is justly famous. A clear starry sky with warm breezes floating gently across the water. Samantha leant over the rail for a while, watching the twinkling lights of the Italian coastline and listening to the soft hiss of the water as it curled away from the side of the boat.
She was beginning to think that it was about time she went down to the dance when she heard a loud snort behind her and turning, found herself looking straight into the eyes of a large donkey's head, supported on top of an obviously human body.
"Beauty and the beast," said a familiar voice. "We must get together later." Then, before she had a chance to reply, the donkey was running off down the deck, braying loudly.
Smothering a smile, Samantha moved away from the rail, heading towards the ballroom on the lower deck. She couldn't have timed her entrance better. She came in through the door just as the orchestra finished a number. Dancers were standing around in little huddles and all eyes turned to her as the Captain came across the floor to greet her.
"My dear Miss Carr," he said graciously. "Even in a mask I'd recognize that red hair anywhere." In a very old-fashioned gesture he kissed her hand and signaled the waiter to bring her a drink. Samantha laughed, enchanted with such courtesy and accepted a glass of champagne.
Everything about the evening seemed to be increasing her feeling of romance and fantasy. The ballroom was decorated to look like an immense tropical garden, flowers and ferns covering the walls and ceilings while great crystal chandeliers flashed and sparkled their jeweled light over the gaily-dressed throng.
Couples moved around her in strange costumes and several people waved, although with their masks Samantha was unable to tell who they were. Briefly she wondered about the man wearing the donkey's head. His voice had been so familiar, with a certain quality about it that made her go tense with excitement.
The music started again and the Captain led her out in an old-fashioned waltz. She did her best but was relieved when the music changed and she was able to switch to something a little faster. After half an hour the Captain had had enough and willingly surrendered her to someone younger.
"Having a good time?" asked a white-faced clown who was just recognizable as her father.
"Yes thanks, Daddy," she just had time to answer before being swept off in the arms of a vulture, who later assured her that he was supposed to be a bird of paradise.
The champagne flowed endlessly and by midnight she was more than a little drunk. Her current partner, an overstuffed version of Henry VIII, had gone off to fetch her another drink and she was standing to one side of the ballroom, watching the other dancers, when a familiar voice sounded behind her.
"How about coming out on deck?"
Samantha turned to see the donkey grinning at her from behind his mask. Before she had time to answer, he had taken her by the elbow and was steering her out onto the boat-deck. As they reached the rail he busied himself with a buckle around his neck and as Samantha watched, fascinated, he swore violently at the catch. Finally he managed to undo it and pulled off his head.
"Christ, that's better," he said with a sigh of relief, tossing the donkey's head over the side.
Now that he was exposed, Samantha recognized her escort as David Farlane, a young writer who had also been sitting at the Captain's table since the start of the voyage. Somehow right from the beginning David had both fascinated and repulsed her. There was something about him, the way he looked right through her, the way she felt that he was already mentally undressing her with his eyes. She shivered slightly and David leered at her, his eyes burning into hers like liquid fire. He reached over and pulled off her mask, tossing it over the side to follow the donkey's head.
"That's better," he grinned. "Now I can see you properly."
He squatted down on the deck, his back against the rail, and caught hold of her hand, pulling her down beside him. She tried to protest but his grip was too strong for her. In the dim light from the stars, his face took on an almost Satanic look, the dark beard contrasting strangely with the white of his skin. She tried to meet his gaze but finally had to drop her eyes before his piercing stare. For some reason she felt annoyed. She had always considered herself well capable of putting off the advances of the many young men who had tried to take her prized virginity, but with David she found herself totally out of her depth.
Suddenly he jumped to his feet and pulled Samantha up after him.
"Come on," he said. "Let's go explore the boat."
He strode off down the deck and, feeling slightly foolish and not really knowing why she did it, she followed him, running slightly to catch up.
It seemed to Samantha that they had been walking for miles, until finally he dragged her up a dirty ladder and out onto the fo'c'sle. Leaving her by the ladder, David walked across to the rail and leaned over. Samantha was furious. There was a large grease stain across her white evening gown and she felt that David was making a complete fool of her. Before she had a chance to say anything, however, he was talking again.
"Do you see those lights over there?" he said. "That's Scalea, a beautiful little fishing village. There the men do nothing but fish and fuck."
Samantha recoiled at the blatant use of such a terrible word and would have escaped if David hadn't pulled her over to join him.
"Those smaller lights are the fishermen," he went on.
He looked at her again, his eyes seeming to bore right into her soul.
"Are you afraid of me?" he grinned suddenly.
Samantha felt the blood rushing to her face but she managed to shake her head.
"No, of course not. Why should I?"
David laughed again. "I've been introduced to you as Samantha Carr, which is a perfectly terrible name. So I'm going to call you Fred. Also I intend to give you the best screwing you've ever had, but that can come later."
Samantha pulled away then, her eyes flashing angrily.
"Just who the hell do you think I am?" she snapped. "What makes you think I'd want to... go to bed with you?"
David laughed and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips hard against her mouth. Samantha struggled wildly, fighting down the feeling of terror that was engulfing her. His beard was prickly against her face and his tongue, forcing a passage between her clenched teeth, seemed to be delving deep into her throat.
As suddenly as he'd started, David pulled away.
"I thought so," he grinned. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"None of your damn business," she tried to say but the words came out as a little squeak.
"In which case it's high time you learned what a man can do."
Desperately Samantha tried to get away but David caught hold of her dress and pulled her back. The flimsy material parted easily and she was standing before him in nothing but her slip. She screamed but David only grinned.
"It's no use," he said. "No one's going to hear you up here. Save your strength."
Everything was happening as if in a bad dream and, try as she might, Samantha was unable to break free. With a quick movement David pulled away her slip and as the silk tore down the middle, she felt the cool air on her naked breasts. It was the work of a moment for David to tear off her panties and then she was standing, completely nude, in front of the man who was obviously intending to rape her.
Without letting her go, David shrugged off his pants and Samantha looked in horror at the huge penis that arched up towards her.
"Go on," he growled, "Look at it, feel it. Just imagine what it's going to be like when that plunges into your pussy."
Samantha was shivering, more with fear than cold.
"Please," she whispered, "don't, I'll do anything, but don't make me do it."
David laughed, a low sinister sound in the darkness.
"By the time I've finished you'll be begging for it," he said. "Now you'd better get used to the idea. You know what people say; when rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it."
He twisted her arm cruelly, forcing her down onto the deck. The steel plates were cold and rough under her and she winced in pain, twisting from side to side in a vain attempt to get free. David was lying beside her now and his hand was between her legs, probing and exploring into the virgin cunt. His fingers had found the hymen, stretched rigidly across her box and she writhed in pain as he increased the pressure.
"You bastard, you bastard," she was moaning, trying to twist away from under him. His breath was hot and harsh against her cheek and she could feel the bulbous head of his enormous prick thrusting its way between her legs toward its intended target.
"Please, it'll break me in half. You'll never get it in, I'll never be able to take it," she screamed.
"Yes you will," he answered. "It'll hurt at first, but after that you'll love it."
Harshly he pulled her legs apart and suddenly his hateful prick was at the entrance to her cunt, thrusting steadily at the lips until they gave way before the pressure. His mouth was clamped over hers, his teeth grating against her teeth. His tongue twined around hers and she felt her tongue being sucked back into his mouth. His prick was inside her now, although it had gone barely an inch before it was stopped by her hymen. The pain was excruciating and she thrashed from side to side, trying anything to escape the great throbbing prick that was going to impale her on its seven-inch spike.
Her breasts were squashed against David's chest and her nipples burning in an agony of fear. Harder and harder the pulsing cock pressed into her and Samantha felt that she was being torn in half. Waves of agony pulsed through her body and her soundless screams were muffled by David's mouth.
Suddenly, in a white flash of pure agony, the hymen gave way and he was inside her, right inside her, his balls pressed hard into the cleft of her buttocks. Samantha felt that every part of her insides filled to overflowing by this huge invader that had so ravished her. Sweat poured down her body and she knew that she would die with the pain as David withdrew and then thrust home again with a sure, steady stroke.
Every part of her was pain. Her skin was scraped and chafed by the roughness of the deck while David's arms held her so tight that she felt her ribs were cracking. Then there was this foreign prick, deep in her no-longer virgin cunt, moving backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm as David began to fuck her.
It was almost as if she were outside herself, watching this man screw another woman who was nothing to do with her. The thrusting prick was like a stake driven through her insides and, try as she might, she was unable to break free.
And then the strangest thing happened. Although the pain was still there, it was as if it slowly receded, its place taken by a warm feeling of excitement that slowly spread through her whole body. Without thinking, she began to respond to David's strokes, subconsciously thrusting her body up to meet him every time his prick slammed home. Somehow she could no longer hate him, although she knew the hate would return as soon as she got away. But at the moment there was just this thrusting prick diving deeper and deeper into her. With every stroke her body relaxed a little more and made the passage easier. Her legs came around to encircle him, pulling him deeper into her and as he thrust away, his balls were punching into her buttocks with a soft, sticky slap.
"OOOOOooooohhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing around more in ecstasy than agony. David's breath was coming faster and faster as he increased the rhythm of his pumping.
I'm being fucked, she thought exultantly. After all this time, I'm actually being fucked.
Even as the thought came to her she rejected it, realizing that this wasn't love; rather a man who was raping her. The pleasure that was beginning to seep through her body died and her muscles tightened, trying to reject the intruder. David must have felt the change for he slowed down the speed of his thrusts.
"Don't try to fight it, baby," he growled. "You're going to enjoy it whether you like it or not."
She tried to bring up her hands to push him off but they were trapped by his arms. As her muscles had tensed, so the pain had returned and now every stroke that he pumped into Samantha's unwilling body was a flash of lighting-like agony.
She could feel the head of his prick thumping into the wall of her womb and the soft, squishy sound that it made was almost enough to make her throw up. David had increased the speed of his strokes once again and both bodies were jerking and bucking with the energy of his fucking.
Samantha let herself go limp, trying not to fight it and the pain began to seep away again. She tried to imagine that she was with someone she liked, someone she could marry, hoping that such fantasies might make the whole ghastly act more bearable.
As the thrusts increased in speed, Samantha somehow knew that the ordeal would soon be over. David's breath was rasping in his throat and she could feel his balls seem to expand against her crotch. With a last final thrust his prick buried itself balls-deep and he lay still, his body wracked with shudders as a load of hot, sticky liquid pumped deep into her. The pain had gone altogether but she felt numb, completely alienated from the act that he had forced on her.
I wonder if I'll get pregnant, she thought irrationally, feeling the weight of David's body pressing her down into the deck. David slowly withdrew and his prick slipped out of her cunt with a soft plop. Immediately Samantha tried to get away from him but he still held her tightly in his arms, close against him.
"Not so fast, little one," he murmured. "We're going to do it again and we're going to go on doing it until you start liking it."
"No, please," Samantha begged. "Please let me go."
David swiveled his body around until his prick was standing out almost directly in front of Samantha's face. Incredibly it was still hard and firm, its blood-engorged head pointing directly at her. The eye in the center was partly open and a few drops of his come still dribbled out, falling wetly on her stomach.
"Look at it," he whispered. "Really look at it. That's a prick, Fred. Touch it, feel it."
Slowly, fearing further violence, Samantha put out her hand and grasped the glistening shaft, starting nervously when it gave a little twitch between her fingers. The skin of David's shaft was moist and warm to her touch and, in spite of her feelings of revulsion, she couldn't help experiencing a light quiver of excitement as she felt how strong and powerful was the huge organ that a few moments before had been plunging deep inside her.
"Now that's much better," David sighed. "You're learning fast."
He moved again to bring the prick back between her thighs, positioning it so that it was supported in the hollow of flesh between her legs.
"Say you want me to fuck you again," he said.
"No, no! Let me go, please," Samantha pleaded.
David's weight on her increased and his arms gripped her so tight that she found difficulty in breathing.
"Beg me to fuck you. Go on, beg," he gritted between his teeth.
Samantha struggled harder to get free, twisting and writhing beneath the heavy body that had her pinned helpless to the deck.
"I said beg."
"Please... please fuck me," she said finally.
"Say it again, louder. Make me think you really mean it."
"Please, please. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME." Her voice became louder and louder until she was finally shouting.
"That's a lot better," David grinned. "Alright, if you really want it, you're going to get it."
With a swift, hard thrust he speared his prick deep into her gaping cunt and Samantha stiffened convulsively as he hit bottom. Her vagina was already well lubricated from his orgasm and this time there was little or no pain. A little blood from her violated virginity welled out along the sides of his shaft. A slow feeling of pleasurable excitement started creeping through her body as David started his slow, powerful thrusts and her arms and legs went around his back to pull him into her. David felt that she was beginning to respond and brought up his hands to massage her breasts, feeling the nipples grow taut and firm against him.
Samantha shivered in excitement, not caring to understand the wonderful feelings that were beginning to pulse through her body. David was leaving his prick deep in her and rotating his hips so that his balls and the bottom of his shaft were pressing hard against her clit. Suddenly, with a violence that surprised and amazed her, Samantha was responding to everything he did. Arching her back, she pulled him into her even more, feeling the head of his prick deep inside. Little mewls of pleasure escaped from her lips, only to be smothered by David's hot, demanding mouth. Now she was responding to him with all the instincts of her sex, fucking him as hard as he was fucking her.
Great gasps of passion were wrung from both of them as the tempo of the fucking increased. Samantha felt herself being lost in a vortex of passionate sensation. It was as if a great fire were raging inside her, seeking desperately for a way to escape. Her tongue dove deep into the back of David's throat, rejoicing in his taste, his nearness, his sexual appeal. Both were covered in sweat but it was no longer important. Everything had ceased to exist except the gusts of pleasure and ecstasy that were hurtling through Samantha's body. She was unaware of the cold deck beneath her, unaware of how much she hated David. All she knew was that she was about to experience her first orgasm and it was wonderful.
"AaaAAHHHhhh! GoooddDD," she moaned, "it's so gooodddDDDD."
Desperately she bucked and jerked under him, deep in the grips of a passion that she could hardly believe existed.
Faster and faster David fucked her, his prick pounding in and out like a well-greased piston. Faster and faster she pushed herself up to meet him, anticipating his every stroke so that their bodies met each time with a wet thwack. Her arms tightened around his back and she felt that she'd like to draw all of him into her, balls and all. David's fingers were biting into her back but she didn't care. She wrested her mouth away from David's and sank her teeth deep into the soft flesh of his shoulder, feeling him plunge into her with even greater brutality.
God, but it was good. The fire inside her suddenly exploded out like a star gone nova and she screamed and yelled in the sheer heavenly joy of her first orgasm. A moment later David reached his climax and load after load of hot, steaming come pumped into her eagerly waiting cunt. Muscles she never even knew existed chomped and churned, milking his prick of every drop of juice that he could give her. As it splashed against the mouth of her womb, David's come felt like molten lava; that fed the fires of her own orgasm. Time ceased to have any meaning, nothing mattered except the ecstatic sensations that were swirling over her like a hundred ocean waves.
Finally both were spent and they lay back in each other's arms, exhausted. For a while Samantha was content to remain still, all thoughts and fears cleansed from her mind by what had happened.
"You're really quite a chick," David said eventually.
It was his words that brought her back to reality. Suddenly she realized where she was and what had been done to her. A feeling of shame and disgust swept through her and she pulled abruptly away, managing to get from under David's body. Sobbing, she stood up, looking down at the hated man who had so misused her.
David got to his feet to stand looking at her, a slight smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"You bastard, I hate you, I hate you," Samantha sobbed, hitting at him wildly with her fists.
"Easy, Fred, easy." David held onto her. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that."
Samantha looked down at her dirt- and blood-stained body and burst into fresh tears. Hardly able to see, she broke free of her tormentor and found the remains of her clothes. The gown was badly ripped but she put it on anyway, praying that no one would see her before she had a chance to get back to her cabin to clean up.
"How could you, you... beast," she cried, not daring to look at David's face.
David's low chuckle sounded out of the darkness.
"You loved it," he said, "and sooner or later you'll get round to admitting it. Don't worry, young Fred, I'll be seeing plenty more of you. I believe we're both bound for Capri."
With a stifled sob she fled from her hateful attacker, blundering around until she found the ladder that led down to the passenger decks. Luckily the dance was still in full swing and she made it back to her cabin without being observed.
Showered and cleaned, she began to feel a little better, but the feelings of disgust that had started soon after her orgasm came to her stronger than before. She felt unclean, violated, common. How could a man be so hateful, so cruel and unfeeling as to take such advantage of her. The evening that had started off so romantically had ended in sheer nightmare.
As Samantha lay sobbing on her bed, her body still aching from the rape, David's hateful laugh seemed to ring in her ears. Whatever happened, she promised herself, she'd never let herself be put in such a position again. She was through with sex, once and for all. It was horrible, dirty.
With shame still filling her mind, Samantha finally cried herself to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well, Sammy! Did you have a good time last night?" Samantha stared dully across the breakfast table at her parents and nodded, forcing a smile to her lips. She'd been asleep when they finally came in from the dance and she hadn't had to face them until morning. By the time the Italian sun shone in across her bunk, some of the horror and shame of the previous night had vanished. Somehow the glorious beauty of the Bay of Naples had made everything seem like a bad dream.
Her parents had brought her out onto the boat deck to watch the docking and she had managed to almost forget about David. It was then that she saw him, leaning against the rail about twenty yards from them. He had smiled at her insolently and then come wandering over. Samantha could willingly have jumped overboard when he'd started talking to her father, telling him what fun they'd both had at the dance the previous night.
She pressed herself against the rail, trying to ignore the hated voice that was chattering away so happily behind her. What made it so much worse was that, despite all her efforts, she found her body responding to the memory of what he had done to her the previous evening.
"God, why don't you go away," she'd whispered desperately under her breath and at that moment, as if to mock her, she'd heard her father ask David to join them for breakfast.
Now, as she played with her food, too nervous to even think of eating, she was miserably aware of David's eyes on her all the time, a Satanic smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"Isn't it nice?" her mother was saying, "David's going to be staying at the Quisisana as well. That means you two will be able to see ever so much of each other."
"Christ! Mother," Samantha had almost screamed. Without looking at David, she pushed back her chair and ran out onto the deck, feeling the scalding tears that were forming behind her eyelids. Wasn't it enough that this horrible man had raped their daughter? Did they have to thrust him on her in Capri as well?
The tears came freely now, pouring down her face in a steady stream as she clutched the rail.
"Hey! Take it easy." The voice came from behind her and Samantha turned to find David grinning at her condition.
"They sent me out to find out why you rushed off like that," he said.
Desperately she tried to escape but his hands reached out, holding her wrists in a vise-like grip. Slowly he increased the pressure until she was forced to look up into his face, his eyes holding hers in an almost hypnotic stare.
"Please," she nodded. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Slowly he shook his head and for a brief moment an expression appeared in his eyes that she couldn't understand, an expression almost of compassion. Even as she saw it, it was gone-replaced by his almost perpetual smile.
"You know, Fred," he smiled eventually. "I'm really doing this for your own good. There'll be a time when you'll thank me for last night."
He was still holding tightly onto her wrists and now he drew her toward him. Samantha fought to break free but he was too strong for her and she felt the crushing pressure of his lips against hers, his breath harsh in her mouth. She could taste the salt spray on his lips and smell his maleness. In spite of her feelings of revulsion, she was suddenly aware with every fibre of his closeness, his sexual power. The hard bulge of his prick strained against her through the material of his pants and for a brief, unexpected moment her body sang with joy, remembering the cock's size and strength as it plunged deep inside her.
David must have sensed the moment of surrender, because he let go her wrists and brought his arms around to enfold her, holding her tightly locked against his body. Samantha wasn't able to help herself. Her body responded where her mind refused. Her arms came around to hold him and her tongue found its way deep into his mouth, probing and exploring hungrily. Suddenly with a wave of realization she became conscious of where she was and who she was with. Angrily she pulled away and ran off down the deck, conscious all the time of David's laughing eyes following her.
Once in the relative safety of her cabin, Samantha collapsed on the bed, heart pounding wildly. For awhile she hated herself almost as much as she hated David. He was playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse. All her background and upbringing rebelled against the things he had forced her to do, yet her body had responded. It was almost as if her own flesh was in a conspiracy to betray her.
Screw David, she thought, the unfamiliar phrase coming easily to her mind. With almost two weeks on Capri with him in the same hotel, how in the devil's name was she going to be able to avoid him? And how like her parents to take to him the way they had.
The harsh cries of the dockers drifted in through the open porthole and for a moment Samantha forgot her troubles, losing herself in the color and sounds of Naples. A few minutes later her parents came in with a porter and she became involved in the logistics of getting everything ashore. Infuriatingly David was on hand to help but Samantha managed to avoid talking to him.
It's typical of David, she thought bitterly, that he can speak Italian fluently. All the troubles they had with the porters and cab drivers were quickly smoothed over and her parents were obviously delighted that the young writer appeared to have adopted them. By the time they boarded the ferry for Capri, he and her father were behaving like old friends.
Slowly the old ferry forged across the sky-blue waters of the Bay of Naples towards the island, the decks crowded with laughing tourists. In spite of everything that had happened, Samantha hung over the rail, eagerly watching for her first view of Capri. A blue haze covered the island and as the ferry nosed its way into the small harbor through clusters of small fishing boats, Samantha was caught by the spell of Capri. The fishing boats drawn up on the beach, the pleasure boats that bobbed at anchor off the jetty, the shouting children surrounding the debarking passengers as soon as the gangplanks were down, all combined to enchant Samantha. If it hadn't been for David, everything might have been so wonderful.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned suddenly, her thoughts interrupted, to find David standing at her elbow.
"You know what they say about Capri?" he went on. "The ideal island for love, romance and the delights of the flesh."
"Why do you keep on following me around?" Samantha demanded angrily.
"Because I lust for your fair, white body, why else?" her tormentor answered, his face spreading into an enormous grin.
Samantha turned her back on him and walked down to the other end of the boat, aware of his laughing eyes metaphorically boring into the back of her neck.
"Damn the man," she muttered under her breath, only too uncomfortably aware of how her body reacted when she was anywhere near him.
For a while her attention was distracted by cries of seamen as the lines were thrown and the great ferry brought gently alongside the wharf.
"Come on, Sam," her father shouted so she headed across the gangplank, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw there was no sign of the young English writer. Her relief was short-lived, however. As they came down the gangway he was already on the dock, a porter and cab commandeered to take them all to the hotel.
Dinner was a complete nightmare with David constantly by her side. Her parents seemed to have taken to him like ducks to water and it was quite obvious that they had already accepted him as Samantha's holiday escort.
They had reached the hotel very quickly and with David's help, had quickly been given a suite of the best rooms available. It seemed that everyone on the island knew the Englishman; the staff of the Quisisana welcomed him like an old friend.
It was late before Samantha was able to make her escape and reach the sanctuary of her room. Only when the door was closed behind her did she give a sigh of relief. Night had spread over the island like a velvet blanket and she went over to the open window, breathing in the scented night air and listening to a street singer in the distance, the old Neapolitan love song wafting in to her on the evening breeze.
Somehow the plaintive lament made her again think of David and she slammed the window shut angrily. Then, checking to make sure the door was locked, she undressed and went into the shower, letting the scalding water wash away her fury.
By the time she emerged, she was almost happy again. After all, Capri is a fair-sized island. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to avoid David most of the time.
Humming softly, she came back into the bedroom toweling herself briskly. Then she stopped, looking in horror at the debonair young Englishman who was sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling up at her.
"How... how the hell did you get in here?" she stammered.
David took a key out of his pocket and swung it gently around the end of his fingers. "Pass key," he explained. "With the compliments of the management."
Quickly Samantha draped the towel around her body, only too well aware that David had seen what he wanted.
"Get out of my bedroom... at once." To her horror her voice came out in a shrill squeak. Slowly David shook his head.
"Sorry, old girl," he said, "but I've come to improve your education. Surely you wouldn't want to throw a humble teacher out who only wants to help you.?"
"I don't know what you mean," Samantha cried, trying to retain some semblance of dignity.
David didn't answer and Samantha felt herself redden as his eyes languidly caressed the length of her body. Suddenly he made a quick move and pulled the towel away from her body. David tossed it to the other side of the room and lay back on the bed, his arms beckoning.
Samantha stood rooted to the spot. It was as if she were a rabbit, rooted to the ground by the hypnotic stare of a snake.
Very slowly David started to unbutton his shirt, aware that Samantha's eyes were riveted on his every move. Tossing the shirt aside, he took off his sandals and then began to unzip his pants. As his crotch was revealed, his prick stood up straight and hard as if it had only been waiting for its freedom to attain full erection. Samantha was unable to remove her eyes from the huge penis. To her fevered imagination it seemed to be beckoning.
Then David was completely nude and he stood up, his prick bouncing up and down like a huge spear. In two bounds he crossed the room to where she stood and, picking her up as if she weighed no more than a feather, carried her back to the bed.
His movement seemed to release her from the spell and she began to struggle desperately, fighting to escape from the strong arms that held her.
"Let me go, you... bastard," she panted. "Let me go or I'll scream."
David only chuckled, his arms tightening around her even harder.
"No such luck, baby. This hotel was built in the days when they believed in thick walls. Besides, everyone is still downstairs, drinking on the terrace. You might as well face it, it's just you and me."
Then her arms were freed as he dumped her on the bed. Before she was aware of what was happening, he moved down her body until his beard was nuzzling at the vivid red fuzz that surrounded her crotch. His arms held her thighs in a vise-like grip and, struggle as hard as she might, she was unable to break clear. Her fists hammered at his back but David seemed oblivious to her blows, concentrating only on bringing his mouth closer and closer to her cunt.
Suddenly his tongue shot out and a wave of almost exquisite pleasure shot through her as the tip found her budding clitoris. Then his tongue was hard at work, lapping around and around the little mound of flesh until it was standing up as hard as any penis.
Samantha's struggles grew weaker and weaker as she abandoned herself to the waves of sensuous delight that were tingling through every nerve ending. The blood began to race through her body and she could feel her own sexual juices begin to flow.
"Bastard," she muttered, trying to summon up the willpower to get away. David knew that he had her now and released her thighs, bringing his hands up to gently stroke her hardening nipples.
"Bastard... bastard... bastard," she moaned, threshing around as his tongue caught her body on fire.
"Easy, baby... easy," David muttered, his mouth full of cunt. "I've hardly started yet."
Suddenly his mouth was gone from her pussy and Samantha closed her eyes in the agony of the sense of loss that rushed through her body. Then David's lips closed over her right nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and using his tongue to rub it against the tips of his teeth. At the same moment his hand reached down to her crotch and two fingers pushed themselves deep into her juicy pussy.
Hard though she tried to hate him, Samantha found herself jerking and plunging under him, her body reveling in such new-found pleasure.
"OOOoooohhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned, her breath coming in wheezing gasps as her body responded to his every movement. Every part of her seemed full of blazing sensual awareness, David's tongue, lapping around her nipples, was sending little shivers up and down her spine, while his fingers, plunged deep into her twitching cunt, were causing blazes of pure ecstasy that drove her higher and higher to the peaks of delight.
Then his tongue was on her other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment while his fingers played with the one his mouth had just vacated.
The waves of pleasure seemed to have no end and Samantha began to feel she might die if she didn't soon reach the release of orgasm.
David must have sensed how close she was because suddenly he changed his tactics and pulling off her completely, positioned his prick for a meaty plunge deep into her cunt. Samantha watched through half-closed eyes as the vast prick edged towards her, squirming and thrashing in agony as she tried to move her body onto it.
"Put it in, you bastard... put it in," she moaned. Still he held back, his eyes twinkling as he rubbed the head around the outside of her cunt, slightly parting the lips so that it rubbed gently against her pulsing clit.
Then, when she felt she could stand it no longer, David lunged forward and with a meaty thwack, the prick buried itself up to the balls in her eager pussy.
Samantha gave a low scream, her body rearing as she felt the head plunge into the walls of her womb, then she brought her legs around to encircle him as David started to fuck her with sure, steady strokes.
She was so close to orgasm that only a few thrusts were necessary before she felt the heavenly fires sweeping through her body, carrying her up and beyond the very heights of ecstasy. David let his prick remain inside her as she thrashed and churned, the seven inches of meat deep inside her twitching cunt. Then, as Samantha began to recover from the orgasm, he began to fuck her again, pulling his prick almost completely out of her cunt before slamming it home with all his strength. With every stroke Samantha reared up, bubbling howls being forced from her lips. Just as she knew she was approaching her second orgasm, David suddenly pulled back and, catching her under the buttocks, lifted her clean off the bed until she was clinging onto his standing body, the wonderful penis still buried deep inside her body. Twining her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs, she began to push up and down, his hands encouraging her from underneath.
In and out the prick plunged, making soft squelching sounds every time it thrust home. David had relaxed, letting her do all the work and now she was bucking up and down in a frenzy, forcing the dick every deeper into her as she felt the flames mounting once again in her body. As her orgasm hit, Samantha's muscles tensed as she abandoned herself to the roaring explosion that sprang outward from her cunt. David let her go and she slipped off his penis onto the ground, but Samantha was completely unaware of everything as she rolled around on the carpet, animal howls coming from her mouth as her cunt muscles twitched and throbbed.
Then, as if from a great distance, she saw David bending over her, his prick still hard and strong. Twisting her around with expert hands, he positioned her so that her buttocks were facing toward the ceiling, her face buried in the carpet. Ever so slowly he eased his shaft back into her clutching cunt, working it backwards and forwards with every increasing speed.
"OOOooohhhh! Nnoooo," she slobbered. "Not again, I just can't take it again."
David seemed oblivious to her voice, his penis pumping out and in faster and faster until her face was skidding along the carpet with the violence of her thrusts.
"OOOoooohhhhh! Christ... I'm coming again," she screamed, thrusting her buttocks up to meet his every stroke. Every time his prick struck home, she could feel his balls bouncing against the cleft around her cunt and the sensation drove her on to fresh and more frenzied movements.
Suddenly she felt his shaft give a last convulsive shudder and load after load of scalding come burst deep into her cunt, triggering off her own orgasm. At first his supply of semen seemed endless, but her cunt jerked and churned, milking him of every drop he had to give her. Finally it was all over and she collapsed, David's; body a dead weight on top of her.
For a while both lay still, recovering their breath. Then David drew away, his rapidly wilting prick coming out from her sopping cunt with a wet plop.
"There, Fred, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he panted, twisting her round by the shoulders until she was facing him.
Samantha looked into his face, seeing the Satanic glint in his eyes but now completely unable to hate him. Her body still burned with the tremendous fucking that he had just given her. She could feel his come dribbling out of her cunt, trickling down her thighs and making a damp spot on the carpet. Somehow the sensation excited her even more and she felt a passing regret that his prick was now too soft to enter her yet again.
David got to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom and came back holding a small face-towel.
"Here, dry yourself off," he said as he tossed it over to her, then he settled himself down comfortably, one arm thrown casually around her shoulders.
"In fact, young Fred," he went on, "for a beginner you're learning very fast. That was one of the best fucks I've had in a long time. Just give my dick a few moments to recover its strength and we'll start all over again."
Somehow David's words sent little chills of excitement through Samantha's body. She looked him directly in the eyes and then, remembering what he had made her do the previous night on the boat, lay face down on the carpet and wiggled towards him until her mouth could close easily around his soft and moist prick. It was so limp that she could easily take the whole thing into her mouth, then suddenly she had an idea and, opening her mouth to its fullest extent, sucked in both balls as well, feeling his crotch hair grate between her teeth.
Giving little sighs of pleasure, she ran her tongue over first one testicle and then the other, feeling the shaft of his prick twitch as the blood began to return.
The penis was rapidly beginning to harden but she held it all until her mouth was filled almost to overflowing. Finally she gave a gasp and the two balls popped out like bullets fired from a gun. David gave a moan of pleasure and then lay back on the floor, wiggling his body around until Samantha was lying across his thighs, the head of his blood-engorged penis still held firmly between her lips.
Gently she began to nibble around the head, the tip of her tongue finding the eye and licking away the few drops of semen that oozed through. Then she began to bob her head up and down the shaft, taking the penis so deep into the back of her throat that she found her tongue could easily lap around the base of his testicles. The great invader filling her mouth to capacity filled her with a wonderful sense of excitement, giving her a feeling of power over David that she could hardly believe possible. Gently she bit down on the shaft just below the head and felt the male body twitch under her. She was unaware of anything except the huge penis on which she lavished all of her attentions.
She withdrew her mouth almost completely, just letting the tip of her tongue flick against the eye. Then, opening her mouth as wide as was possible, she dropped down the shaft again, letting her teeth scrape against the ridges in the shaft until she could feel the head deep in the back of her throat.
Samantha's mouth was filled with the salty-sweet taste of come and cunt-juice. Faster and faster she sucked, willing David to pump a fresh supply of semen deep into her waiting throat.
"That's good," he sighed. "That's so good." His body was twisting around underneath her, his hands clenching and unclenching in ecstasy as she sucked his prick with all her might.
The mighty dick was throbbing against her tongue and Samantha knew that he was close to shooting his load. She let the saliva-covered shaft slip out between her lips and bent lower, licking at his scrotal sac and then letting her tongue run the full distance over his testicles and back up the side of the shaft. Then she took the head deep into her mouth for a finale, swallowing down on it as she felt it give a last jerk and pour come into her hungry throat.
As the warm liquid pumped out of the head, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, gulping down the slithery come as if she couldn't get enough of it.
Finally the penis stopped pumping and started to shrivel. Desperately Samantha licked at the eye, swallowing down the last few drops. Her own body was now burning with suppressed desire and she brought her hands down to delve into her cunt. David was too quick for her; seeing her intention, he turned his body around until his mouth closed over her pulsing pussy. His tongue darted deep into the vagina, slurping down the flowing juices with little gurgles of pleasure. Samantha was still lying oh top of him, the wilted prick in her mouth, as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her cunt, willing it back into erect life. Her whole being seemed to have been distilled into only two centers of pleasure; the tongue that was going crazy in her pussy and the prick that was filling her mouth. David had found her clit and was biting hard into it, causing her to thrash and moan, sucking at his penis all the harder. Then his tongue started a circular motion around the clit, every now and then withdrawing to flick at the tip. She could feel his hot breath deep inside her and the unusual sensation sent quivers of pleasure up and down her body.
The moans that were being forced from her were almost stifled by the rapidly hardening penis that filled her mouth. As David's tongue increased its tempo in her cunt, she sucked and licked harder and harder at his enormous prick.
Sometimes David would withdraw his tongue from her clit, sucking the entire thing into his mouth briefly before letting it go to delve as deeply as possible into the depths of her vagina. Samantha could not believe that such pleasure was possible and her thighs tightened around David's head, holding him firmly in place, mouth locked to her quivering pussy.
As his tongue darted in and out, she tried to keep time, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her sweat forming in little rivulets to fall down onto his already matted pubic hair.
Now his tongue was swirling across her clit so fast that she was unable to tell where one stroke ended and another began. Blood was rushing through her brain and she felt the agonies of pleasure swirling up and down her body. With a last desperate gasp of ecstasy she let go of his prick and abandoned herself to the scorching flames of her own orgasm, rolling and thrashing on the floor while David held tight to her thighs, still keeping his mouth pressed into her cunt. All through the orgasm David sucked and licked, driving her on to heights of delight that she would not have believed possible.
Samantha's climax seemed to have no end. In fact it was not one orgasm but a series, following one after another so fast that it seemed a constant shattering delight. When at last she lay still, Samantha felt as if she was another person. Someone looking down on the redheaded girl that lay on the floor, sweat pouring from her body, while the fires of climax ebbed and died.
At last she rolled off David and the Englishman gave a great gasp, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Christ, Fred," he said, "I thought for a moment you were going to smother me." Then he reached down to feel his still erect prick and gave a grin of pleasure.
"Well, what d'you know. All ready for action. We'll have to think of something real special this time."
Samantha nodded weakly. She felt drained and exhausted. Dimly she tried to count how many times she had come but the number eluded her. She had lost count somewhere between the nine and twelfth.
"Haven't you had enough?" she panted.
David shook his head. "Blame yourself," he grinned. "You were the one who got it hard again." For a moment he lay back, deep in thought. Then he gave a deep chuckle and got to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. After a moment he reappeared, holding a pot of Samantha's cold cream. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading the cream lavishly over his prick until the whole length was shiny and slippery.
"What are you doing to do?" Samantha asked in astonishment.
David grinned. "I'm going to cornhole you," he said, "or, to be more specific, I'm going to fuck you in the ass." He seemed determined.
Samantha felt a moment of dread, trying to picture what that mammoth prick would feel like forcing itself into her tender rectum.
"It'll never fit," she protested. "You'll hurt me."
"No I won't. Now... come over here."
Unwillingly Samantha moved towards him, fighting down the revulsion that was rising in her. She had always heard that corn-holing was one of the worst perversions and now it seemed that David was about to inflict it on her. Yet in spite of her revulsion, she couldn't suppress a quiver of excitement as he seized her by the hips and guided her onto his lap. She could feel the head of his prick nuzzling up between the cheeks of her buttocks, then David carefully positioned the slithery head until it was directly in line with the hole of her anus.
Hands firmly holding her buttocks apart, he pushed with his penis until the head nuzzled itself almost an inch inside. Samantha almost screamed with the pain. It was as if a red-hot poker was tearing her apart. Still David pushed, the prick slipping in inch by inch until almost three inches were buried inside her. The pain had subsided to a low throbbing, but David seemed to be having difficulty getting the penis in any further.
"Just relax," he whispered.
Samantha tried to follow his instructions, letting her whole body go limp as she sagged against him. It seemed to work. David gave a last heave and then suddenly the whole length of his prick was buried deep in her rectum. There was one moment of searing agony and then the pain was gone. It was completely different sensation from having a prick in her cunt but nonetheless, not unpleasant. She could feel his testicles pressing against her pussy, the head of his prick buried deep in her bowels.
Slowly he began to move it in and out, his fingers reaching into her cunt, diving in and out themselves as they kept time with the strokes.
Faster and faster he thrust, his balls slapping into her cunt every time he hit bottom. Although Samantha felt that she would be unable to reach orgasm again, her body was pulsing with a wonderful warmth that was spreading out from her anus. One of David's fingers was playing with her clitoris, caressing it gently while the other fingers slammed into her pussy in time with his prick. At last he gave a sigh of release and his hot fluid exploded out into her bowels.
Quite unexpectedly, Samantha reached climax, the quivering of her body seeming to keep time with the quivering of the penis in her ass. As the hot liquid flowed into her, it seemed that she was being carried away on a bed of pleasure that was taking her farther and farther from David.
As if in a dream, she felt his prick come out of her rectum. Then she felt strong hands pick her up and carry her to the bed, tucking her in under the sheets. A face hovered over her, kissing her firmly on the lips, then the light was out and she was alone in the darkness, her body still throbbing from the wonders of the evening. For a while she drifted in the half-dream world of pleasure, but finally exhaustion took its toll and she sank into a blissful sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
When Samantha awoke, the noises of the island were all around her. Happy shouts of Italians, cries of street vendors and screaming laughter of island children.
Samantha got her stiff and sore body out of bed. Suddenly the events of the previous evening came back in a rush and she shivered in disgust. If anything, she hated David even more than before, not only because of what he had made her do, but because he had made her enjoy it. She felt unclean, her body stiff and sticky from dried come.
She stepped into a shower and carefully cleaned herself off, wincing slightly as her fingers brushed over her tender and raw cunt. Every part of her body seemed to ache and throb, a nagging soreness that soap and water did little to help.
She dressed with difficulty and walked downstairs to the terrace, trying to move normally. Her parents looked up as she approached and smiled a welcome.
"Well, Sammy," her father said. "I hope you had a good rest last night?"
Samantha nodded and sat down at the breakfast table, trying not to wince as her tender posterior came in contact with the hard chair.
"David's taking us swimming this morning," her mother babbled happily. "Isn't it wonderful to have someone around who knows the island? He said he'd take us to a beach where there's a wonderful underwater cave. You really should try and be nicer to him, Sam. He was so disappointed when you went to bed early last night."
I'll bet he was, Samantha thought bitterly. "Where is David?" she asked.
"Oh, he's been up and gone for over an hour. He said he'd come and pick us all up at ten. So hurry up and eat your breakfast."
"I don't think I'll come with you this morning, dear," her father said. "I'm still feeling a little tired from the journey yesterday. But you two go ahead and enjoy yourselves."
Samantha's mother pouted her disappointment, then tucked happily into her breakfast. Samantha played with her food, hardly able to eat a bite. Wasn't there any way she would be able to get away from the Englishman?
It was almost ten-thirty by the time David appeared. He smiled a greeting to all three and sat down at the table, almost completely ignoring Samantha as he started an animated conversation with her mother.
Samantha seethed in fury, wondering if there was any way she could get back at him. At last David rose to his feet. "Well, come on, everyone," he said. "The beach awaits."
Still furious with him, Samantha went up to her room to fetch her bikini. When she came back down, her father had vanished but David and her mother were sitting side by side, David with one hand on her arm as he pointed out the sights around them. Samantha's mother looked up, blushing slightly as she saw her daughter approach.
"Are we all ready?" Samantha asked coldly.
David got to his feet and gave her a low bow. "The carriage awaits, milady," he said, a smile spreading over his face.
To get to the beach that David had in mind, it was necessary to take one of the small buses that swerved its way around the hair-pin bends before finally depositing them at the top of a flight of steps that led down to the water far below. David led the way, the two women trailing behind. All through the bus ride David had kept up a non-stop monologue with Samantha's mother, making Samantha more and more annoyed. She had intended to completely ignore David, snubbing him whenever he talked to her, but she never got the chance. Ever since he had come to their table, he had acted as if she didn't exist.
When they finally reached the bottom, David went up to the old man who ran the beach huts, talking to him volubly in Italian. At length he brought the man over to where the two women were waiting.
"This is Giovanni," he said. "Anything you need while you're on the island, Giovanni's the best man to come to."
The old man shook hands, mumbling something between his toothless gums, then handed each of them a key to a bathing hut. Samantha took hers and stalked off to change, coming out five minutes later to find David and her mother waiting for her. In spite of her hatred for David, her body tensed with excitement as she saw his lean, muscular figure almost naked except for a pair of trunks, the bulge of his crotch showing only too clearly the size of the great organ that had so violated her the previous night.
In Samantha's opinion, her mother looked completely ridiculous in a bikini, the rolls of loose flesh and wrinkles falling over the tight material.
"We're going to look at the cavern," David said, his eyes glinting as he took in her slender figure. "Want to come along?"
Samantha shook her head. "Go on without me," she said. "I'm going to lie in the sun for a while. I'd like to be alone."
David shrugged and turned towards the water.
"Mind you don't get burned," her mother called.
Samantha scowled and took her towel to a clear stretch of beach, lying on it and shading her eyes as she watched David and her mother swimming out to a section of rocks that surrounded the small cove. From where she was lying, Samantha could see the entrance to the cave just inches under the surface of the water. She watched as David dove and disappeared from view, then her mother gave a last wave and followed him into the underwater cavern.
Samantha lay back, letting the warmth of the sun sink into her skin. Goddamn the man, she thought. Why does he have to make this holiday so terrible? For a while she dozed, only waking up when she felt her skin beginning to burn slightly. Stiffly she stood, looking around for David and her mother. There was still no sign of them.
Samantha walked gingerly to the water, the pebbles hurting the tender soles of her feet. Once in the water, however, the sunburn and stiffness disappeared and she swam strongly out in the direction of the underwater cave.
Where the hell have they gone? she thought irritably as she searched around for the entrance; much more difficult to see from the water than it was from the beach. Finally she saw a stretch of discolored water and dove toward it, the cool darkness closing over her head as she carefully picked her way through the rocks that almost completely obscured the cave entrance.
She surfaced with a gasp in what seemed to be a pitch blackness, but slowly her eyes began to get accustomed to the dim light that filtered in from outside. She appeared to be in a large cave that extended for almost thirty feet, the water lapping up against a sand beach at the far end. Then, as Samantha began to look around her in more detail, she gave a gasp of surprise and horror. Within twenty feet of where she was, David was lying on his back on a rocky ledge, his swimming trunks beside him. Bent over his erect prick, also naked, was Samantha's mother, puffing and blowing as she took the great blood-engorged head deep into her mouth.
Samantha stayed where she was, almost paralyzed with shock, then swam silently to a position under the rocks where she could watch without being observed. It seemed impossible, incredible, that her mother could be doing this thing.
David's fingers were playing with the hanging pendulous breasts, his eyes closed as the woman thrust her mouth up and down the erect shaft. From where Samantha was watching, she could see that the prick was bright and shiny with her mother's saliva. Suddenly David gave a low moan and, from the way his prick was twitching, Samantha knew he had reached orgasm. She watched in disgust as her mother eagerly swallowed the come, her throat muscles working overtime as they tried to keep up with the supply. Some of the white liquid spilled out from her lips, trickling down her face. The woman quickly brought her fingers up to spoon it into her mouth, smacking her lips in pleasure at the feast.
Samantha felt her whole body shaking, half with horror at the thought that her mother could do such a thing, half with angry jealousy that it was her mother and not herself bent over David's pulsating prick. It seemed to Samantha that she should leave, get away from the whole situation, but somehow she was unable to move. Clinging to her rock support, her eyes bulged as she saw David lie her mother down in the spot where he had been moments before.
The woman was still licking her lips, savoring the last taste of the come that had escaped out of her mouth. David looked down at her for a long moment, his lips drawn in the smile that Samantha knew so well, then he bent down and cupped one of her mother's enormous breasts in his hands, kneading it around between his fingers until she was writhing in ecstasy below him. Finally he leaned forward and took one of the discolored nipples into his mouth, biting down on it savagely.
The woman bucked and jerked, her moan of pain easily reaching to where Samantha lay hidden. David paid no attention; all his concentration devoted to the breast that was almost filling his mouth.
After a while he released it and moved over until he was almost squatting on top of the woman, his limp prick hanging directly over the cleft between her breasts. Lowering himself until the head of his penis came into contact with the soft flesh, he began to rock backwards and forwards, cupping both breasts in his hands until they formed a channel between which his rapidly hardening rod easily slid. Samantha's mother was straining her head forward, her tongue extending to lick at the head every time the prick emerged from between her breasts. Once the penis was fully erect again, David began to jerk backwards and forwards even faster, fucking the tunnel between her breasts as if it were a cunt.
Her mother was moaning in delight, her hands moving down to claw at her pussy, thrusting the lips aside savagely as the fingers plunged deep inside. Her body was covered in sweat, adding a lubrication to the passage between her breasts and making David's penis slide backwards and forwards with a soft slithery sound.
From Samantha's position, she had an excellent view of every movement that the couple made and desperately she fought down an urge to cross the few feet of rock to join them. Her earlier horror had vanished as her own body began to respond to the actions that were being played out in front of her. Desperately she forced her hand down inside her bikini pants, fingering her hot little pussy that was now burning with an undeniable desire to be fucked.
Obviously David was close to his climax; and suddenly he jerked his prick away from the woman's breasts, holding it carefully aimed as glob after glob of sticky white come spurted out over Samantha's mother, completely covering her neck, face and hair in gooey fluid. As the semen hit her, the woman seemed to go crazy, twisting her head around in agony as she tried to get some of the come to fall into her open mouth. Finally she brought her cunt-juice-covered hand up to scoop as much as she could off her face and hair, eagerly licking it off and swallowing it as fast as she could.
Once his prick had given its all, David moved back and buried his face between her heavy thighs, pulling the meaty flesh apart as his mouth groped for her steaming cunt. Samantha's mother gave a last gurgling cry and then lay still, only the ecstatic expressions that passed across her face giving any hint of what David might be doing. Then slowly she started churning her hips, soft animal moans coming from between her clenched teeth as David's tongue did its work on her clitoris and vagina.
Faster and faster her body moved, her stomach muscles clenching and twisting as she approached her climax. Finally her face contorted into a terrifying grimace and a great bellow reverberated around the cavern as she hit the peak of orgasm.
David raised himself up, his face still dripping with cunt juice, and watched the woman who squirmed and thrashed beside him. Then, screwing his hand into a fist, he started punching into her cunt, driving her on to greater and greater heights of sensual delight.
Samantha was amazed. She had always pictured her mother as a typical American housewife, not in the least interested in sex, yet here she was performing like a pro. Samantha's own sexual excitement had ebbed and her feelings were a strange combination of revulsion and astonishment. Although she felt that she shouldn't stay around to watch any more, somehow she found herself unable to move.
Her mother's orgasm had eventually finished and she was sitting up against the rock, trying to untangle her matted hair. David watched her for a while, his seven-inch prong of meat standing up rigid and strong once again. Samantha's mother took one look at the erect penis and gave a cry of delight, rubbing her plump hands up and down its length until it was twitching and jerking. Then David lay down again on the rock surface, pulling the woman over until she was sitting almost astride him.
Carefully she positioned her juicy pussy until it was suspended directly over the prick. Then with a sigh of pleasure she sank slowly down the shaft, her fleshy buttocks almost completely enveloping it. Her eyes were tightly closed as she began to move up and down, riding the penis as if it was a horse. David lay still, his lips parted in a slight smile as he watched the elderly woman let his penis sink deep into her cunt. Every time the prick emerged a soft squelch reached Samantha's ears. Her mother was riding the rod faster and faster now, her arms and legs working like pistons as she raised herself, only to come down heavily with a meaty thwack as David's testicles slapped into her buttocks.
"OOOOooooohhhhhh! AA Aaaaahhhhhh!" she cried, the sweat streaming off her body. "I'm cccoooommiiinng."
Samantha was amazed. She would never have believed it possible that her mother could come in such a wild orgasm. As the body churned and jerked, held securely in place by the huge prick that was buried deep inside her cunt, the woman's back almost bent backwards in the violence of her orgasm. Suddenly Samantha was completely disgusted. To see her mother this way was shattering almost all the moral concepts that she had left. Softly she let go of her handhold and slid backwards into the water, diving under the surface to make her way back to the undersea entrance.
As she surfaced, puffing and blowing, into the bright Italian sunshine, she cast a last glance back at the rocks that lay between her and the incredible performance that was going on inside the cavern, Somehow it all seemed slightly unreal. It was hardly possible that it had been her own mother she had seen doing all those things.
Samantha regained the beach and lay in the sun, trying to get her thoughts into some sort of order. Her first instinct was disgust, but then she started remembering what David had got her to do and enjoy the previous night.
"The bastard," she murmured. It was all his doing. She closed her eyes, lost in speculation as to all sorts of horrible revenges she might take on the English writer. Suddenly a shadow passed between her and the sun and Samantha opened her eyes to find the object of her hatred standing less than two feet away, grinning down at her.
"Hope I didn't spoil a nice sleep?" David said, "but you'll burn if you stay out in the sun much longer."
"Why... you... you bastard." Samantha scrambled to her feet. "Where's my mother?"
David shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh, I don't know. Out swimming somewhere, I expect."
Samantha felt the blood pounding through her brain as her boiling anger tried to find an outlet.
"I... I saw you in the cave," she stammered.
For a brief moment David looked slightly startled, but then the Satanic grin returned to his face and he nodded slowly. "Oh, you did, did you?" he said. "Well, I hope you had a good ring-side seat. I suppose we must have been too intent on what we were doing to notice one small Peeping Tom. Or in your case, would it be Peeping Tommie?"
Samantha almost exploded with indignation.
"You have the gall to stand there and openly admit that you were... fucking my mother?"
David nodded cheerfully. "Of course; why not? It was her own choice, she's over twenty-one. She wasn't half bad either. You know what they say, there's many a good tune played on an old fiddle. You could do with some lessons from her yourself."
Samantha was left speechless as David grinned a goodbye and turned to walk down to the water's edge, waving at her mother who was swimming around in small circles, some thirty yards out to sea.
When the three of them returned to the Quisisana, David made his excuses and went off to his room, leaving the two women alone on the terrace. For a while Samantha was unable to meet her mother's eye but sat at the table, fiddling with the strap of her handbag.
"Alright, Sammy," her mother said eventually. "You've been acting funny all morning. Now what's the matter?"
Samantha looked up, hoping to see some trace of guilt in her mother's eye. There was none.
"Oh God, how could you?" Samantha finally burst out. "I swam into that cave while you and David... while you and David..." Words failed her, the color rushing to her face and she looked down miserably at the table.
"I see," her mother said, going pale under her tan. For a short while there was silence, then her mother began hesitantly. "Look, Sammy. I'm not trying to defend myself but there are times when these things happen. Your father and me, well, we don't have so much in common anymore, sexually, I mean. David's a healthy boy and... well, he wanted me. I thought that was a great compliment. Is there really anything so terrible about sex for sex's sake?"
Samantha longed to blurt out all that David had made her do but something made her keep quiet. "I suppose not," she said.
Her mother smiled happily, glad that an awkward moment had passed so easily. "Well, let's just pretend that none of it ever happened. Anyway, here comes your father."
The remainder of the morning passed in a terrible haze for Samantha and her lunch was quite ruined by David joining their table. All through the meal he and her father talked happily about writing and travel, then afterwards Samantha's heart sank as David politely asked him for permission to show her around the Island.
"Of course, my boy. Go right ahead," her father had said. Samantha noticed her mother give David a slightly worried glance as the two of them went off through the narrow streets and Samantha smiled grimly. A fine time for her to be worrying about her daughter's virtue, she thought.
In spite of the furious emotions that were churning through Samantha's body, she was surprised to find that David made a very good guide. First of all he took her through the old town of Capri, telling her the history of every old building and introducing her to a lot of old characters that he called local color. Finally he led her out of the town on one of the paths that led towards the Villa Iovis, the Roman Emperor Tiberius' villa that stood on a rocky point at one end of the island.
"I won't take you up to the Villa Iovis now," he said. "It's a little far to walk your first time out. Besides, there's a friend of mine that I want you to meet. I think you'll like her."
Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. When he first mentioned a friend, she'd had visions of David making her fuck another man as well, but if it were a girl, then everything was alright. Feeling almost happy, she followed David along a small cliff path until they came out onto a small rocky area that overlooked a huge natural arch, its great vault almost fifty feet across. Allowing David to hold her arm for steadiness, she moved to the edge of the path, looking down in awe to where the rock plunged into the sea a hundred feet below. Seagulls wheeled and swooped through the opening and for a moment Samantha completely forgot that she was supposed to hate the man she was with.
"It's fantastic," she breathed.
David nodded. "The Arco Natural, one of the most incredible sights on the island. Now come on, I'll show you something else interesting."
He led her round a bend in the path to where a small hut had been built into the side of the rock. It had been abandoned for a long time but when Samantha looked inside, she saw that a tiny shrine had been carved into the back wall, offerings of flowers placed all around it.
"Some of the local people still pray here," David explained as she followed her into the dingy back room. The floor was covered in fresh straw and as Samantha turned to leave, she found that David was blocking her way. The smile that she hated so much was playing around the corners of his mouth and with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she realized why he had brought her to this spot. Her eyes flicked down, seeing the quivering bulge in the crotch of his pants. The sight was obvious.
Samantha shivered, trying to stop her body from reacting so strongly to his sexuality.
"Let me out, please," she begged, trying to edge past him.
David shook his head, pulling her towards him until she was nestling in his arms. A smell of sun and healthy male body flowed over her and, as he brought his face down to kiss her, her desire to escape grew fainter and fainter.
"Shouldn't we meet your friend?" she said finally, her mouth pressed tightly against his.
"No need," he answered. "There'll be plenty of time for you to get to know her later."
His fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and where they touched her warm skin, little bumps of gooseflesh appeared. Surprised at her own reaction, she reached out for the zip of his pants, pulling them down and letting the erect prick free.
In a matter of moments they were both naked and David gently pulled her onto the soft straw, one hand holding tightly to her breast while the other played with the lips of her cunt. Samantha could tell that her juices were already flowing and that her pussy was sopping wet. Without waiting for any further action from David, she seized hold of his turgid prick and guided it toward her cunt, giving a sigh of pleasure as it parted her crotch hair and sank slowly into the depths of her vagina.
"Leave it there for a minute," she whispered, pulling David into her arms. "I want to feel it inside me, every glorious inch of it."
David lay still, letting his prick remain balls deep, then very slowly he began to rotate his hips, churning the rod around inside her cunt without ever letting more than an inch of it outside. Samantha's eyes closed in ecstasy and she rotated her hips in the opposite direction, feeling the great head plunging around as if churning butter. Slowly David withdrew, letting the head come completely out and then nuzzling it up against her clit before thrusting it ever so slowly back inside again.
Samantha had never been fucked so slow and she enjoyed every moment of it.
"Oh, that feels so good," she sobbed, moving her body to keep time with his gentle thrusts. David seemed to be able to keep up the slow pace without reaching orgasm and Samantha abandoned herself to the delicious sensations sweeping through her body.
"OOOooohhh God!" she moaned. "That feels just marvie. Keep it slow, keep it slow."
David obliged her, his prick easing in and out of her cunt so gently that each thrust seemed to last a million years. Imperceptibly he began to quicken his strokes, every down-thrust making Samantha's body plunge and quiver under him. She could feel the hardness of the head banging into the wall of her womb, his prick so hot that it seemed as if a red-hot poker was plunging backwards and forwards inside her. Her cunt was stretched to its full capacity by the great penis and she clenched the unfamiliar muscles that surrounded her vagina, feeling them clutch and quiver over the entire length of the rapidly moving shaft.
David's mouth covered hers, stifling the sobs of pleasure that rose from her throat. His tongue was a live thing, twining around her tongue as their harsh breathing mingled. Samantha reached one of her hands up between their writhing bodies, holding on to one of his nipples and squeezing it tightly as he lunged into her more violently.
Faster and faster he fucked her, his body feeling like liquid flame on her skin every time they came together. She knew her climax was near and was also aware he was close to shooting his load into her eager cunt. Harder and harder she pushed against him, willing him to give her every inch of the delicious prick that was bringing her such pleasure. Then, as she felt the fires of her climax spreading through her body, his testicles tightened and he gave one last violent lunge as the come spurted out into her twitching pussy.
They climaxed almost together, a great roaring orgasm that sucked both of them into realms of heavenly bliss.
It was the sound of clapping that brought Samantha back to her senses. She twisted her head around to see a tall, dark-haired girl standing by the door to the hut, applauding vigorously. David saw her at the same moment and pulled his semi-hard prick out of Samantha's cunt, walking across to greet the girl with a few last drops of come oozing out onto the straw.
"Mandy," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, "this is Samantha, of whom you have heard so much."
"Hi." The girl waved a greeting then turned back to David. "But I thought you said she was just a beginner. The act that I caught looked pretty experienced to me."
David shrugged his shoulders. "Fast learner."
Samantha looked around desperately. This girl seemed to take it completely for granted that she had walked in on a couple fucking. She looked at Mandy carefully. The girl was only a little shorter than Samantha, her long black fair hanging freely over her shoulders. She looked several years older than Samantha, her eyes hard with experience of life. The girl was wearing a simple blouse and slacks which, to Samantha's horror, she now began to unbutton.
"So, you want me to help with the child's education?" Mandy said, licking her lips in anticipation as she looked at Samantha's nude body spread out on the straw. David nodded, helping her to take off her slacks and gently caressing her crotch as he did so with smooth efficiency.
The girl had a magnificent body, the swell of her breasts hard and firm, the nipples already standing out erect and hard. In spite of Samantha's apprehension, her eyes were drawn to the curly black pubic hair that formed a little diamond-shape over her cunt.
Mandy noticed her look and chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty of opportunity for a real close look in a minute."
She put her clothes neatly on top of a beach-bag she had brought in and then crossed over to Samantha, kneeling beside her and running her hands softly over her unprotesting body.
"Beautiful, beautiful," she murmured, her fingers exploring around the edges of Samantha's come-dripping cunt. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun together."
Samantha shivered at the other girl's touch, her body responding avidly to the unfamiliar caresses. Slowly Mandy stretched out her body until she was lying alongside Samantha on the straw, her mouth hovering over her thighs. Samantha gave a long shivering sigh as Mandy's mouth closed over her cunt, then timidly moved her own head until her lips were within easy reach of the black pubic mound.
Mandy was lapping eagerly at the juices and come that filled Samantha's pussy, pulling away only long enough to look up at David and say, "Hmm... you taste as good as ever," before returning eagerly to her feast.
Gingerly Samantha brought up her fingers to part the lips of Mandy's vagina and the strongly acrid smell of another pussy almost overwhelmed her. She fought back the urge to gag and moved forward again, her tongue reaching out slowly to lap at the cherry-pink walls of Mandy's cunt. The other girl shivered convulsively at her touch and increased the speed of her own actions, her tongue darting in and out of Samantha's vagina like a thing possessed.
Parting a little fold of skin, Samantha found Mandy's clitoris standing up hard and firm, a small white bud that quivered slightly as she passed her tongue gently over it.
"OOOooohhhhh!" Mandy groaned. "Keep that up, it feels so good."
Mandy's own tongue was causing swirling whirls of pleasure up and down Samantha's cunt, so Samantha immediately set to work to give the other girl the same pleasure. At first the novel sensation almost put Samantha off her stride. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself making it with another girl. But now she was actually doing it, excitement pulsed through her body, causing her to forget about everything except the wonderful cunt that was in such easy reach of her tongue and teeth.
Quickly she sucked Mandy's clit between her lips, biting down on it gently and feeling herself rewarded by the quiver of ecstasy that ran through the girl lying beside her. Plunging her tongue as deep into the vagina as possible, Mandy lapped happily at the juices that Mandy's cunt was producing so freely, swallowing down all that the other girl could give her.
By trial and error, she quickly found out the things that Mandy liked best, concentrating all her attention on the clitoris as her tongue swirled and licked at the twitching bud. Her own body was just one long organ of pleasure, waves of delight spreading up from her pussy until she felt that her own orgasm was rapidly approaching.
The two girls clung together tighter than clams as their orgasms hit at the same moment, a locked, writhing mass of arms and legs that thrashed and squirmed all over the straw. When Samantha finally withdrew her mouth from Mandy's cunt, the other girl came towards her and they kissed tenderly, Samantha tasting her own cunt juices on Mandy's lips.
"Wow!" Mandy said when she finally got her breath back. "You're a natural. David, darling, why didn't you tell me you'd picked up such a fantastic chick?"
"Just wanted to surprise you," he answered, picking up her beachbag and rummaging around inside. Finally he gave a cry of triumph and pulled out a long shiny black object with leatherstraps attached to one end.
"I hoped you'd have one of these with you," David said, almost crowing with delight as he handed the object to Mandy.
"What is it?" Samantha asked, her eyes bulging with curiosity.
"It's called a dildo." Mandy looked up at Samantha, then started to buckle the black prick to her thighs, its eight-inch length pointing out directly from her pubic mound. "It's just like an artificial prick," she explained. "With it I'm going to fuck you as if I was a man."
Samantha looked at the huge object in disbelief; it was even bigger and wider than David's penis.
"It'll split me in half," she protested.
Mandy shook her head. "Your pussy'll stretch. It's plenty big enough to take it. Anyway, it's well lubricated by now."
During Mandy's preparations, Samantha noticed that David's dick was once again growing erect. Finally Mandy gave the dildo a last admonishing pat, causing it to jerk up and down, then turned to David.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Ready."
Samantha lay back on the straw as David and Mandy came towards her. She didn't know what they had planned, but the way the blood was singing through her body, she didn't really care. Never would she have believed that sex in all its forms could be so wonderful. Her whole body felt alive, alert, ready for whatever her instructors might wish of it.
Gently David and Mandy positioned her on her back, Mandy coming down on top of her so that the great dildo slowly worked its way into her flaming cunt. Samantha squirmed and wriggled, jerking around as the length of black rubber worked its way in, inch by inch, until it was buried to the hilt, Mandy's crotch hair mingling with her own.
As soon as the dildo was fully in, Mandy gave David a nod and he came down to lie beside Samantha, his pulsing prick directly in line with her mouth. Eagerly she sucked the engorged head in between her lips, swallowing down on it and letting her laryngeal muscles play on the head. Her mouth was full of prick and her cunt was full of dildo. She felt that she was being stretched in all directions at the same time.
Slowly Mandy began to move backwards and forwards, humping the dildo in and out. At the same time David began to rotate his hips, moving the penis in and out of her mouth as if fucking a pussy.
Samantha closed her eyes, carried away by the myriad sensual sensations pouring through every nerve in her body. Faster and faster the two pricks moved; both the real and the artificial. Mandy's mouth had closed over one of Samantha's nipples, kneading and rubbing it between her teeth.
"AAAaaahhh!" Samantha moaned, the noise barely getting past the huge lump of meat that filled her mouth to overflowing.
Her body was afire with molten lightning, delicious streaks of heavenly agony pulsing up and down her spine. The great dildo was thrusting in and out as hard as Mandy could make it move, the heavy squelching sound as it thudded into her cunt seeming to Samantha to be as loud as her own groans of ecstasy. She was lost in a world of sensual awareness, her only consciousness centered on the two presences that were thrusting into each end of her body.
Urgently she sucked at David's pole, reveling in the heat that almost burned her mouth. Her cunt seemed a million miles wide, the dildo a million miles long. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps, whistling out between her teeth as David's prick pounded harder and harder into the back of her throat. Mandy's mouth moved like lightning, working in first one nipple and then the other until both her breasts were pits of fire. Finally David dropped his full weight on top of her, his balls and prick twitching as he squirted load after load of come into her eagerly waiting throat. Desperately she swallowed, trying not to let any spill out of her mouth. Mandy must have sensed Samantha was close to climax because the rate of her thrusts increased, the dildo ploughing a furrow in and out of her steaming sweaty cunt.
As the last of David's come disappeared down her throat, it seemed to Samantha that all the nuclear blasts in creation had been detonated at the same time. Her mouth and cunt both filled to overflowing, she climaxed in a screaming convulsive orgasm that seemed to go on and on for eternity.
CHAPTER FOUR
Long after their respective orgasms were finished, Samantha, David and Mandy lay cuddling, their bodies still quivering from the sexual excitement that had so recently burst out from their very souls.
Mandy made the first move.
"Well, kids," she said, rising to her feet and stretching luxuriously, "it's time that I split."
She shrugged into her clothes, her fingers softly caressing her nipples as she did up the buttons on her blouse. She licked her lips a couple of times as if savoring the delights she had so recently been enjoying.
"Are you coming to Terry's party tonight?" she asked David.
He nodded, his hands still moving up and down Samantha's velvet-soft skin.
"Good." Mandy's lips spread in a kittenish smile. "Then I'll see you all later. Maybe we can find time to take up where we left off." She waved briefly and was gone, vanishing up the path that led away from the sea.
"What party?" Samantha asked, rolling over onto her stomach so that her head was lying across David's crotch.
David grinned. "Wait and see," he said.
"Beast." Samantha opened her mouth slightly, nibbling gently at David's prick until he gave a little squeal of pain.
"Alright, chick. You've asked for it," he muttered, forcing her head down until his soft prick was jammed hard into her mouth. Samantha had believed that she was sexually exhausted but as the soft flesh sank gently into her throat, the fires of desire started rising once again and she began licking and sucking on the shaft until she felt the blood returning and the penis starting to become erect. Unconscious of everything except the hardening organ in her mouth, she ran her teeth around the head, playing with the eye with the tip of her tongue until David's cock was as hard as it could be. Then she let it slip out of her mouth, raising her head until she was looking up at her lover.
"Any suggestions about what we do now?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"Sexy beast," David grinned, pulling her head back down until the pulsing head sank deep into the back of her throat. Samantha lay still for a while, enjoying the immense tool that filled her mouth to overflowing, then she pulled free again.
"No," she pouted. "I want to try something new, something different."
David was silent for a moment, his face creased in thought. Then he smiled. "Hey! I've got an idea," he said. Standing up, he began to pull on his pants, then tossed the girl's clothes over on top of her.
"Come on," he said. "We're going for a climb."
Mystified, Samantha got dressed, her body burning with lust and suppressed desire. David didn't say a word as he led the way out into the sunlight, walking down the path toward the great spread of the natural rock arch. Finally he left the path and started climbing up a rocky outcrop toward the head of the arch, looking back to where Samantha was standing, unwilling to venture out after him.
"Come on," he called. "It's quite safe."
Slowly Samantha started to follow him up, her heart beating madly as she looked down past her narrow foothold to the sea so far below. Forcing herself not to think of the drop, she climbed up, her fingers and toes scrabbling for holds on the crumbling rock.
At last David came out onto a narrow ledge almost at the top of the arch, some fifty feet above the path. He hauled the breathless Samantha up besides him and grinned, indicating the broad sweep of water that stretched out as far as the eye could see.
"Isn't it fantastic?" he breathed, his words being swept away in the wind that curled around the peak of the arch.
Samantha nodded, clutching on to the rock and trying to stop her body from shaking in fright.
"Why did you bring me up here?" she gasped eventually.
"I'm going to fuck you, that's why."
"No!" Samantha's cry was almost a scream. "It's too dangerous. We could fall."
"Where's your spirit of adventure?" David cajoled. "It'll be perfect. We can do it standing up in full view of anyone who happens to be on the path." Without waiting for a reply, he unzipped his pants, letting his throbbing penis rise into the afternoon sunshine. For a moment Samantha stood speechless, then she slowly moved her hands to her slacks, pushing them down until they were hanging around her feet. The breeze felt cool against her burning yet sopping cunt and when David reached a hand down to fondle her clit, she forgot everything except the waves of pleasures that started pulsing through her body.
"OOOoooohhh!" she moaned, moving against him on the narrow ledge and feeling his prick rub up against her pubic hair. "Oh, Christ! That feels so good. Put it in all the way."
Keeping his balance on the ledge, David pulled her towards him and Samantha gave a little sigh of ecstasy as the rod slid easily into her hungry pussy. Her eyes closed and her knuckles turned almost white as she gripped desperately onto the rock, swaying backwards and forwards as he pounded his thick meat in and out of her cunt. The roaring in her ears came partly from her own body, partly from the surf that was surging more than a hundred feet below their tiny ledge.
The danger seemed to lend an extra spice to her pleasure, causing her to rock backwards even more precariously as David slammed into her, their crotch hair mingling every time she felt the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her slippery vagina. The blood was rushing to her head, making her almost lose consciousness as her orgasm swelled up to fill her with heavenly delight. At the same moment, she felt his scalding come hose into her; load after load of beautiful love-juice that filled her cunt to overflowing, seeming to fill her whole body with its warm, sticky wetness.
She was becoming carried away with sensuous pleasure, the cold rock against her body adding a new texture to her climatic excitement. Her fingers let go of the outcrop and for a moment the two figures swayed high above the sea, locked together as their orgasms expended their furies into each other's body.
Finally they pulled apart and Samantha slumped back against the rock, her body shivering and shaking with the release. Suddenly David laughed and pointed down at the path below them. Samantha turned to see an Italian boy, obviously no more than fifteen years old, looking up at them as if hardly able to believe his eyes.
"That'll give him a few ideas," David said, choking back his laughter.
The boy saw that they were looking at him and ran back up the path, darting nervous glances behind him until he disappeared from view.
On the difficult climb back down the cliff and all the way back to the Hotel Quisisana, Samantha was uncomfortably aware of how once again her body had betrayed her. Although she tried not to look at David, she was very conscious of the virile male figure that strode along beside her, his hand tightly gripping hers as he led the way through the twists and turns of the island paths.
Yet try as she might, Samantha found it impossible to hate him anymore. He had shown her too much, guided her along too many new and wonderful sexual pathways for her ever again to feel regret for her lost innocence.
The Mediterranean sun was setting in a warm evening glow, the last golden rays turning the tips of the clouds to burning fire. The air was filled with the pungent scent of Eucalyptus as they walked slowly back toward town. The crickets chirruped angrily in the grass around them, disturbed by their passage.
"Are you angry with me?" David's voice was low and soft.
Samantha smiled ruefully. "No, not really. Not anymore. God, but you're so... impossible."
David laughed, that same evil chuckle that she had hated so much at first. Now it sent little shivers of excitement running up and down her spine.
The streets of Capri were full of noisy tourists, all seeming to be screaming at the top of their lungs and Samantha felt her idyllic mood shatter as David elbowed his way through the crush. Her parents were already sitting out on the hotel terrace sipping cocktails and they looked up as Samantha and David came over to join them.
"Hello, you two," her mother said. "Did you have a good time?"
Samantha felt herself blushing and wondered momentarily what Mother would think if she knew what they had been doing all afternoon. David seemed to have no intention of leaving and settled himself comfortably at the table, prattling on happily about the beauties of the island. It seemed only natural for her father to invite David to join them for dinner, and for once Samantha found that she didn't really mind.
It was obvious that her parents were becoming more and more taken with the young Englishman and as the second dead bottle of champagne was placed upside down in the ice bucket, Samantha noticed her mother eyeing David's body with more than a hint of interest. Her father was already slightly drunk, well launched into one of his endless war stories. David sat with his eyes half closed, expressing interest in every word that was said.
Suddenly Samantha started in surprise as his hand reached over and stroked the flimsy material that covered her cunt. She tried to catch his eye but David avoided her glance, sitting back in his chair, a slight smile playing around the corners of his mouth as he pretended a serious interest in the story her father was telling.
Blushing a deep crimson, Samantha removed David's hand and then looked to see if her mother had noticed anything. She was watching her husband, however, so Samantha relaxed, abandoning herself to the warm feelings that the wine was making as it raced around her body.
The story finally came to its obvious end and for a brief moment there was silence around the little table. Then David stretched lazily and got to his feet.
"Well," he said, "if you'll all excuse me, I must be going. That was a wonderful meal." Suddenly he stopped and Samantha saw a speculative look come into his eyes as he looked at both her parents. "I've been invited to a party up in Anacapri," he said eventually. "I don't suppose you'd all like to come?"
Samantha started so violently that she spilled her wine. Obviously this was the same party that Mandy had mentioned that afternoon and from what she'd said, it hardly sounded suitable for parents. Desperately she hoped they would refuse, but her father, voice unsteady from the wine, thanked David profusely and said that they would be happy to come.
"What are you trying to do?" Samantha hissed at David as soon as her parents had left to go back to their rooms to change. David smiled blandly and rolled the stem of his wine glass between his fingers, purposely avoiding her eyes.
"Oh, I just thought that they might like a little entertainment You know, a little variety to brighten their drab lives."
Samantha gasped. "But what are they going to say when they find out what sort of party it is? Please, David, don't do this to them."
David sat up straight and put down his glass, then turned to Samantha and gripped her shoulders tightly with his fingers. "Look, Fred," he said. "I'm going to do what I fucking-well please. We're all going to have a ball at this party, them included. You saw the way your mother liked some honest to God screwing and I'm willing to lay you a bet your father's no exception."
In a flashing moment of anger Samantha felt all her old hate returning. How could he be such a bastard? Okay, so he was a good lover, but all he ever seemed to think about was his own amusement. David's eyes were fixed intently on her face as if aware of everything she was thinking. She felt herself about to explode with rage but was interrupted by the return of her parents.
"Well, are we all ready?" her mother said brightly, seemingly oblivious to the tension between her daughter and David. Swept up in the general movement, Samantha found herself out in the street before she could say anymore. Angrily she pulled her hand free of David's and stalked on in silence, listening to the inane chatter that her mother seemed capable of keeping up without pause.
Once in the taxi and circumnavigating the tortuous bends in the road up to Anacapri, Samantha found some of her anger evaporating as she took in the beauty of the island that lay stretched out below them. The clusters of lights that made up the town of Capri seemed like jewels that shone and sparkled in the night and Samantha felt a pang of loss as the cab came into Anacapri and the lights were hidden by the side of the mountain.
Once during the ride her father had asked David about the party they were going to but the question was shrugged aside by saying it's a party given by some film friends.
The cab pulled up in front of an imposing white villa, set back slightly from the rest of the town. Sounds of music and laughter came from inside and Samantha caught sight of a floodlit pool around the side of the house, a rare luxury on an island where water was so scarce.
David led the way up to the closed front door; it opened before he reached it and a group of gaily dressed people burst out and ran down the path, laughing excitedly as they disappeared around the side of the house. David smiled and ushered the party inside, standing aside to give Samantha a little pat on the ass before closing the door behind them.
The room in which Samantha found herself was immense, a vast, pillared hall that extended the entire length of the house. Nearly a hundred people were dancing to music by a small jazz combo playing on a small stage. Light came from hundreds of flickering candles that made ever-changing patterns on the ceiling and walls.
Samantha's first reaction was one of relief. Although several couples were necking on the dance floor, it seemed that nothing was going on that might upset her parents. David had left them for a minute but now returned, carrying a tray that contained four glasses.
"A fruit punch," he explained. "Try it, it's really good."
Expecting the worst, Samantha sniffed at her glass suspiciously. Somewhat to her surprise, it seemed like ordinary punch and she took a timid sip. David had been watching her with amusement, then he took a long pull from his own glass.
"Go on," he urged. "It's not going to bite you."
"Anything wrong?" her mother asked, already halfway through her own glass.
Samantha shook her head, feeling acutely self-conscious, then took a longer drink. Certainly it tasted all right; spiked fairly heavily with vodka probably, but otherwise nothing in it she couldn't handle. Feeling rather foolish, she relaxed her guard and looked around. Although she was really worried about what David had said earlier, it seemed as if the party was unlikely to turn into an orgy after all.
She saw Mandy dancing close by, clinging to a large Italian. She caught sight of Samantha and waved briefly before being swallowed up by the crowd. David had disappeared again but soon returned, bringing with him an elderly Italian introduced as Terry, the owner of the house and host of the party.
Terry shook everyone's hand gravely, then bowed to Samantha's mother. "Might I have this dance?" he said in perfect English. Samantha's mother simpered slightly and allowed him to take her arm and lead her onto the dance-floor. A few moments later Mandy, having broken free from her Italian, came over to claim Samantha's father, leaving her and David alone again.
"Want to dance?" he asked, but Samantha shook her head.
"What sort of party is this?"
David grinned. "Just a party party. Terry's going to hand out carnival masks later. That way no one will know who's doing what to who."
Somehow David's words should have alarmed Samantha but she felt too warm and comfortable to care. It was as if all her fears had been wafted away on a stream of happiness. She felt as if she were standing in the middle of a great carpet made of fluffy cotton-balls. Even the dancers were moving on the same carpet, their actions slowed and muffled by the soft clouds of materials.
"There was a drug in the punch, wasn't there?" Her voice seemed to come from far away and belong to someone else altogether. David's face was close to hers but he seemed a million miles away, as though seen through the wrong end of a telescope.
"Don't worry," his voice sounded close to her ear. "The first rush will soon pass."
Samantha tried to look at him indignantly. Why should she be worried? She was flying, skimming over the cotton balls without even touching them. Someone had his arms around her but she didn't know who. Music was sounding in the back of her head and she was dancing, the music flashes of color that kept pace with her movements. All time was compressed into a million years and one second. Someone had given her a mask. At one point she must have put it on because she could feel the cardboard hard against her face. People came and went, dim flashes on the edge of her mind. There were times when she knew she was dancing and she could feel David tight against her, his face nuzzled into the top of her hair.
Then, after what seemed eternity, the world around her swung into some sort of focus. Samantha found herself in the middle of the dance-floor, swaying in time to the music while a circle of masked figures surrounded her, laughing and clapping in time with her movements. It was as though she had no will of her own, her muscles were moving of their own accord as if pulled by invisible strings controlled by the music.
At last the music stopped and David came forward to catch her just as she slumped to the ground.
"Hey! Fred. That was pretty good," he grinned as he guided her out from the main hall.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice seeming to come from very far away. "Wait and see." David had stopped in front of a small door. He knocked quickly three times and then pushed inside a small room lit only by the glow from a dim red wall-light. The floor churned and pulsed under her and Samantha realized through the drug-induced haze that the entire floor was made up of a water bed, covered with a thick golden sheepskin rug.
A naked figure lay on the rug, his face obscured by a mask like the one she was wearing. The shape of his body was so familiar to Samantha that she desperately tried to concentrate, tried to remember where she had seen it before. It was no good, the drug seemed to get between her and her past memories, it was as if the present was the only thing to exist.
"I've brought you one," David said from behind her, his voice almost dancing with amusement. His hands fumbled with her blouse and skirt and then suddenly she was naked, her body rising and falling as the water bed surged beneath her.
She turned round to ask David what was going on but he had disappeared. The door behind her was closing and she heard a muffled click, as if a key had just turned in the lock.
She tried to feel afraid but she was filled with too great a sense of well-being. Slowly she turned back to the masked man who confronted her, watching in amazement as his prick started expanding, growing larger and larger until its entire throbbing length stood out in front of him. He was on his feet and moving slowly towards her, the floor rippling as he came forward.
Samantha couldn't help it; her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the blood-engorged knob that faced her. Blood pounded through her body and she felt the juices of her cunt begin to flow as she sank to the floor, her head moving forward as if it had a will of its own until she could close her lips over the moist velvet head. The man gave a little shiver of pleasure and sank beside her, the floor rocking violently as the water gave under his weight.
Samantha let the entire length of the shaft sink into her throat, savoring the quivering meat against her tongue. The man had shifted his position until he was lying with his back to the floor and Samantha moved across him, letting the weight of her body fall across his knees as she concentrated her full attention on his prick and testicles.
At first she was content to just move her mouth up and down over the penis, enjoying the spasms of delight that ran through her partner's body. Then she let the head slide out of her mouth with a slight plop and moved her head down, nibbling and licking at the shaft until her lips closed over his testicles. With a little moan of ecstasy she sucked both balls into her mouth and rolled them around her tongue, feeling the entire length of his prick vibrate against her cheek.
Her partner was lunging around as the sensual pleasure filled his body and the floor was moving with him, lifting Samantha up and down with a motion that seemed to add extra enjoyment to her actions. Suddenly she knew she wanted him to come, she wanted to feel his semen squirting into her mouth until she could take no more. Her body sexually aflame, she bobbed her head once again over his prick and taking most of the shaft into her mouth, sucked as hard as she was able, her hands coming up to encircle the base of the penis and squeeze at his balls in time with her mouth movements.
It didn't matter who this man was underneath her. Nothing mattered except that he give her all the love-juice he had to give. Faster and faster she sucked, her mouth becoming a vacuum pump as she pulled the beautiful juice out of his testicles. The body she was working on was going crazy and it was all she could do to keep her mouth over the prick. Then the man gave a last throaty moan and his rod jerked violently, squirting load after load of sticky-sweet come into her waiting mouth. She sucked and sucked as she had never sucked before, the muscles of her throat working desperately to swallow all the semen that he was giving her.
His come felt so good as it slid down the back of her throat and she felt her own body rising to a peak of pleasure. She didn't want him to ever stop pumping. She would have given anything to have an endless future with her mouth filled with his prick, swallowing down his wonderful come.
But finally his Orgasm was over. Samantha sucked with all her might to draw the last few drops of come from his wilting prick. When there was nothing left, she raised her head slowly, her body still aflame with unsatisfied desire. The man lay still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he recovered from the power of his orgasm. Samantha rolled over and looked at him, wondering if he were going to take the initiative for the next stage. Her cunt was pulsing with an agonizing pleasure that needed release and she moaned softly as her fingers sought the sopping opening and plunged in as far as they could reach.
The drug in her blood made Samantha aware of every nerve in her body. The wash of sensual pleasure that was starting from her pussy made her oblivious to everything except the need for sexual release. Realizing that her partner was not going to make the next move, Samantha rolled back onto his body until her dripping cunt was positioned directly over his mashed face, her knees gripping his head tightly on either side. At first his head moved from side to side as if he was trying to escape but then his tongue came out through the mask and touched tentatively at the lips of her vagina.
A gust of flame swept up from her cunt and Samantha pressed down harder, forcing her pussy onto her partner. He seemed to get the idea and his tongue started moving with more confidence, lapping at her clit before plunging deep into the sweet depths of her cunt.
Samantha rocked and thrashed in sensual pleasure, the water bed echoing the movements of her body. Quickly she lowered her head until she was lying flat on top of him and took his limp prick into her mouth, sucking and licking at it until she felt it begin to recover. The man's tongue was moving like a wild animal inside her pussy, flicking away at the walls of her vagina before swirling around her clit. Streams of white lightning were burning a path up her spine and Samantha felt her fingers and toes curling with exquisite pleasure.
At one stage the man took her throbbing clit directly into his mouth and bit down on it, holding it firmly between his teeth while she thrashed and squirmed on top of him. Samantha's breath was coming faster and faster, short gasps that forced themselves out of a mouth filled with a rapidly expanding cock.
Somewhere in the far distance she could hear music and it seemed to her as if the throbbing delight that was pulsing through her cunt kept time to the beat. Her partner's tongue was a delicious symbol of all the pleasure in the world, carrying her to new and unimagined peaks of wonder. The prick was fully erect again, a quivering monster that filled her mouth to overflowing. Up and down she bobbed her head, relishing the feeling of the meaty head sinking deep into the back of her throat. She tried to keep her movements in time with those of her partner's as the two bodies swayed and rocked on the surging water bed. Multi-colored sparks were exploding behind her tightly-closed eyes as her orgasm burst on her, carrying her before it like a mighty tidal wave that drowned everything in the course of its passage. Her body and mind merged into a great maelstrom of thundering sensation, a vortex of delight that carried her to the stars and beyond.
By the time she came aware of her surroundings again, the man was withdrawing his prick from her mouth. For a brief moment he looked at it, touching it gently to see if it was suitably hard, then he rolled from under her and stood up, looking down at Samantha's prone body with his lips bared in a sensual grin.
Balancing himself against the rocking of the floor, he reached down to pull Samantha to her feet, holding her against him for a while as his hands explored every part of her body. Samantha shivered with pleasure as his fingers paused over one of her nipples, kneading it softly before moving on down her body to toy with the damp sweetness between her thighs.
Every touch of his fingers sent little shivers up and down her spine and she relaxed against him, willing to let him decide the course of the fucking that was to follow.
At last her partner seemed to make up his mind and, sliding down into a slightly crouched position, he rubbed his prick around the crotch hair just outside her pussy. Desperately Samantha brought her hands down to force the prick into her waiting cunt but he held her off, teasing her with the head of his prick until her passions were inflamed to an unbearable degree. Then, when she felt she could bear it no longer, he urged his body up, thrusting his erect pole into her cunt with such force that she was almost pushed off her feet.
"AAAAaaaahhhh!" Samantha yelled, the great prick stretching her cunt to its limit. Violently she began to buck against him, making the wonderful penis sink even deeper into her violated crotch. Once fully in, her partner paused for a moment as if enjoying the feeling of being buried balls-deep in quivering cunt, then he reached down, grabbing her thighs with one hand while the other pressed against the small of her back.
Before Samantha was aware of what was being planned, her partner swept her off her feet and, using his hands to steady her, pivoted her around his prick until her head was hanging inches from the floor. The great hunk of meat churned and stretched her vagina, making Samantha blubber and sob with delicious pain as her cunt swiveled around. She came almost immediately, an orgasm that left her weak and quivering. The man brought his hands up to hold her legs, pulling her into him until he was supporting her entire weight. Samantha closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the strange and wonderful feelings as the cock plunged in and out of her steaming cunt. Her head hung so loosely that it banged against her partner's legs every time the prick pumped in. Samantha didn't care, however, she was oblivious to everything except the great fucking she was getting. The blood running to her head only seemed to increase the feelings of sensual delight that pulsed through her body with ever-increasing frequency.
The water bed took up the rhythm of the fucking, rocking and surging in sympathy with the masked man's movements. His cock was sliding in and out of her cunt like a well-greased piston, his balls slapping hard against her crotch hair every time the head slammed into the wall of her womb. Samantha could hear his breath coming faster and faster as he neared his own orgasm, increasing the rate of his fucking so that the prick seemed to be moving with the speed of light.
Streams of fire blazed through her body, bringing her into an endless path of orgasms that seemed to go on for ever. Orgasm succeeded orgasm with the speed of machine-gun fire. Then, as his come pumped deep into her womb, Samantha's back arched and she screamed in agonizing joy, the molten semen of his climax seeming to accelerate her into a realm of orgasmic pleasure she would never have believed possible.
Weakly she slipped off the man's prick and sank into the deep rug, feeling the water surge away from the impact of her body. All her nerves still tingled from her recent fucking, a fucking even better than any that David had given her. She felt a great warmth and tenderness for this man who had given her so much pleasure. Rolling over on her stomach, she looked at the masked face that was just inches away from her. The man's breath was coming in exhausted gasps but he reached a hand over to fondle her breasts, playing idly with the nipples until they stood out taut and hard against his fingers.
The effects of whatever drug David had given her were beginning to wear off but Samantha felt a great sense of peace and contentment.
"I've really been well-fucked," she murmured. Half sitting up, she reached over to pull the mask off the man beside her, anxious to see the face of someone who could fuck her better than David. Then, as the mask came away, she gave a gasp of horror and stiffened, fighting down the nausea that rose up in her throat. She was looking into the face of her father.
He sat up and grinned at her, not realizing who had unmasked him.
"Come on," he said. "You've had a look at me, now it's my turn to see what sort of a girl I've been screwing for the last hour." His hand came up to remove her mask but Samantha backed away desperately.
"No... no!" she almost screamed. "Stay away from me."
Her father stopped, puzzled. "But what's wrong?" Samantha shook her head, fighting back the tears that were almost blinding her. He didn't know what he had done. He really didn't know. Quickly she grabbed her clothes and rushed to the door, not daring to say another word in case he recognized her voice. She gave a sob of relief when the door opened and she plunged out into the passage, forcing herself not to look back where her father was standing, watching her hurried exit with astonishment.
Quickly she dressed, the tears forcing their way down her face. How could David have been so cruel? He must have set the whole thing up as his idea of a laugh. She mopped at the tears with her sleeve and then started off toward the main hall, her feet moving almost automatically. She felt dirty, unclean, a victim of the most terrible practical joke that anyone could have devised.
The main hall was in darkness, the candles all extinguished. The floor was covered with couples, busy with their own sexual delights and Samantha stumbled blindly among them, unsure of what she should do.
"Samantha, darling, do come and join us." A soft voice halted her and she looked down to see Mandy and another girl twined in a passionate embrace. She shook her head and tried to move on, but Mandy caught hold of her foot.
"If you're looking for David," she purred, "you'll find him up on the stage. But I rather think he's busy," Samantha pulled herself free and moved on, suddenly aware that what she wanted to do more than anything else in the world was find David and kill him. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the light and as she mounted the steps onto the small stage, she found she could see quite clearly.
There were only two people lying on the floor and Samantha recognized immediately David's Satanic features, his hips working rapidly as he pumped his prick into the plump white body of the woman who was astride him. Blind with fury, Samantha stepped forward and was on the point of pulling the woman off him when she stopped, realizing that the woman was her mother.
Her lips bared in an animal snarl, Samantha's mother was bouncing up and down on David's prick as if it was the first time she had been fucked in years.
"That's right, that's right," she panted. "Fuck me... Oh! Fuck me hard."
David was obliging, screwing her with all his strength. In spite of Samantha's desire to get away from the horrible sight, her eyes kept on being drawn back to David's huge prick, splattering little drops of her mother's cunt juices all over the floor as it heaved its way in and out of her gaping pussy.
Slowly Samantha backed away, her mind reeling with what she had just seen. The effects of the drug had worn off completely, banished by the double shock she had so recently suffered.
Not bothering to control the tears that were streaming down her face, she ran back across the copulating couples until she reached the front door. It was only when she came out into the Mediterranean night that she realized she had left her shoes in the room with her father.
"Signorina?" A soft Italian voice made her look up into the smiling face of a young boy. "You wish a taxi?"
Samantha nodded and allowed herself to be led down to the road and installed in the front seat of one of the open taxies that back-fired their way up and down the roads of the island.
The boy got in beside her and stared away from the villa, his clear brown eyes looking at her with a worried expression.
"It is not good that you are unhappy, Signorina," he said eventually. "Capri is an island of romance and happiness, not tears."
"I'm sorry." In spite of the way she was feeling, Samantha couldn't help being touched by this concern. He looked so very young and so very innocent.
"Where do you live?"
"The Quis..." Samantha stopped, she couldn't go back to the Quisisana now, not after what had happened. The thought of having to face either of her parents made her feel sick.
"I don't know," she admitted and then, before she could stop it, tears were rolling down her face as she poured the story of the whole horrible night into the sympathetic ears of the young Italian.
"That such men should live," he said when she'd finished. Pulling the cab over to the side of the road and stopping, he sat, deep in thought; then his face brightened. "My sister has a small house down by the harbor. She is away in Naples tonight. I am sure she would not mind if you were to stay there."
The taxi started off with a great jolt and as the cool night air caressed her flushed cheeks, Samantha felt some of her tensions seeping away.
The house by the harbor was tiny. There was barely room for the big bed in the bedroom but Samantha sank into it thankfully, almost numb with exhaustion. The cab-driver, who'd said his name was Sergio, hovered around, doing everything in his power to make her comfortable.
Only when she was in bed did Samantha really look closely at the boy, seeing the desire in his eyes that he was trying so hard to keep hidden. Suddenly the thought of such a young innocent child seemed refreshing after the filth of David and his friends.
"Come here," Samantha said softly, holding out her arms. Sergio blushed a bright red but moved toward her, the bulge in his pants proving his sexual desire.
Astonished at her own reactions, Samantha started to undress him, feeling a little surge of joy as the boy's obviously virgin prick twitched between her fingers. Gone were all the horrors of the day; all she wanted was to be kind and gentle as she initiated Sergio into the joys of sex.
Softly she stroked his body, drawing him toward her until his mouth crushed hers in an inexpert kiss. Then, as she guided his small but firm cock into the warm folds of her cunt, she gave a little sigh and held him to her like a mother nursing a child.
He was over-eager and inexperienced. Two short strokes and his come spurted into her vagina but somehow Samantha didn't mind. "How old are you?" she asked Sergio afterwards.
The boy looked bashful. "Just sixteen," he admitted shyly. Samantha laughed and, settling down comfortably in the bed, finally slept with the boy curled in her arms.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Samantha awoke, she looked around her in surprise, wondering where she was. The warm body beside her stirred and as she looked into Sergio's young and sleepy face, suddenly all the events of the previous night came back to her in a hideous rush. The small bedroom stank of sweat and unwashed bodies and Samantha pulled herself from under the covers with an exclamation of distaste.
"How do you feel?" Sergio said, sitting up in bed, the morning light glinting on his leanly muscular body.
Samantha smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, feeling her body surge slightly as his hard masculine odor filled her senses. Timidly, Sergio brought his hand down to stroke the velvet skin between her thighs, his eyes looking up at her appealingly.
Samantha wanted to get away, wanted to go back to the hotel and confront her parents, but the boy's caresses were setting her blood surging and causing little shivers to run up and down her back.
Her breath coming faster, Samantha rolled back into the bed and lay close to Sergio, exulting in the feeling of his prick rising up straight and hard between her legs. Slowly she slid under the covers, licking and nibbling at Sergio's body until her mouth could close over his erect prick. The blankets that covered her were like a shroud, leaving her in almost complete darkness as she opened her mouth to its full extent, sucking down the jutting tool until Sergio's balls were bobbing next to her chin.
Backwards and forwards Samantha moved, lavishing all her technique on the beautiful prick. Sergio was sobbing and moaning in an agony of delight, his body arching back with every movement of her tongue. It was only when she knew that he was near to spilling his load that she stopped sucking, moving back up his body until his prick was positioned directly in front of her cunt.
Sergio was looking at her with the devotion of a small dog and for a brief moment Samantha almost had to laugh. He looked so funny with his penis jutting out, obviously unsure of what was expected of him.
"Get round behind me," she ordered, shifting her position until she was kneeling on her elbows and knees, her cunt sticking up in the air. Now Sergio needed little urging. Samantha shook with pleasure as the hard meat eased its way into her pussy from the rear, sinking in until she could feel the boy's balls pressed tight against her buttocks. The prick went in so deep that she was sure it was coming right up inside her. Pressing her head into the blanket to stifle her cries, she rocked backwards and forwards on her knees, letting the gorgeous rod slip easily in and out of her pulsing cunt. Sergio was panting with effort as he slammed his penis into her and Samantha could feel spasms of pleasure working their way through her body. Silently she prayed that the boy would not come too soon; that he would be able to hold back on his orgasm until he could bring her to climax.
Her wish was granted. Even as Sergio gave a last gasp and pumped his love-juice deep into her pussy, Samantha gave a yelping cry and fell forward onto the bed, racked with a tempestuous orgasm that exploded through her body like a forest fire.
Her cunt muscles jumped and squirmed, milking the boy's prick of every drop of come. Even when it was all over she was unwilling to let him go, tightening her muscles until he was held firmly inside her.
"That was beautiful," she murmured, her voice still muffled by the covers. "Thank you."
Sergio grinned self-consciously. "Signorina, thank you for what you have shown me."
Samantha sat up and used the corner of a blanket to mop at the boy's come that was dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Then she got to her feet and listlessly began to get dressed, suddenly remembering the ordeal that lay ahead of her.
"Will you take me back to the Quisisana?" she asked when she was as tidy as she could make herself. Sergio nodded, pulling on his pants with a fluid movement of youth and grace that set Samantha's blood tingling yet again.
On the ride back up to the hotel, neither of them spoke. Samantha was lost in thought as to how she could possibly face her parents. Had David told her father what he had done last night? Somehow that would be the sort of thing she'd expect him to get a kick from. And maybe he'd told Father how he'd been fucking his wife. God, Samantha thought, gritting her teeth in fury; how I hate the bastard.
Samantha got out of the cab and kissed Sergio briefly, hardly hearing his stammered request for another date. As she walked through the Piazza towards the Quisisana, it seemed as if the whole town was conspiring to make her feel happy in spite of her feelings. The bells on the clock-tower were ringing cheerfully, the sun was blazing down on the brightly colored Campari umbrellas and even the people, milling around the tables of the outdoor cafes, seemed full of the joy of life.
"Samantha... Samantha." Samantha turned to find out who was calling and saw her father pushing his way through the crowd, his face taut with concern.
"Thank God we found you," he panted as he came up to her. "Your mother and I have been looking everywhere for you. When you didn't come back to the hotel after the party, we were frightened that something... might have happened."
He gripped her arm hard and led her back across the Piazza toward the hotel. Samantha was thinking hard. Obviously David hadn't let him know what he'd done, at least not yet.
"I left the party almost immediately," she said eventually. "As soon as I found out... what was going on."
Her father blushed a bright crimson and his grip on her arm tightened. "I'm afraid I remember almost nothing of it," he said. Both your mother and I must have slightly overindulged with the champagne. However David said that he was very sorry, he had no idea it was going to turn into an..." He paused, stumbling for the word.
"An orgy," Samantha suggested helpfully.
Her father blushed again. "Anyway it was unforgivable for us to have exposed you to such a thing. David has been out of his mind with worry, he blames himself for the whole thing."
"I'll bet he does," Samantha muttered under her breath, breathing a sigh of relief that her father was so worried that he forgot to ask her where she had spent the night. Samantha had no intention of volunteering the information.
Back at the hotel, she avoided the recriminations of her mother and locked herself in her room, settling under the stinging water of the shower with a sigh of pleasure. It was only after she had thoroughly washed away the grime of the previous twenty-four hours that Samantha began to feel slightly more human.
She was dressed and combing her hair when a timid knock sounded on the door.
"Who is it?" Samantha called.
"It's only me." Her mother's voice was muffled by the heavy wood. Samantha got up and went over to unlock the door, standing aside as her mother came into the room.
"Sam..." she stopped unable to go on.
"Yes, Mother."
"... About last night. Neither of us had any idea of what we were letting you in for. David feels very badly about inviting us. He'd really such a sweet boy and he had no idea..."
"Mother." Samantha's voice was sharp. "I saw you and David together."
"Oh!" Silence fell for a long moment, then she tried again. "Sam, I know there's no excuse, but please try to understand."
"Understand!" Samantha sprang to her feet, the anger flooding through her body in a mighty wave. "What the hell is there to understand? You try to understand, Mother. Try to understand that David seduced me on the boat; that he's been fucking me ever since; that he even got my father to fuck me last night, just try to understand that."
The woman had gone white, her face drawn so tight it looked almost like a skull. She half rose to her feet, the breath whistling out of her body with a sound like a leaking pipe. Inarticulate words gobbled from her mouth as she held out her hands to her daughter. Then she collapsed, her body falling heavily across the carpet.
"Mother!" Samantha screamed, throwing herself down beside the prone figure. The pulse beat was erratic, the face blue and cold. Desperately Samantha loosened her clothes and then ran to the phone to call for help.
The next few hours were like a nightmare. Her father almost broke down when a local doctor announced a massive heart attack. David had conveniently disappeared which was probably just as well. Samantha felt that she would almost certainly kill him if she caught sight of him.
A helicopter transferred her mother to the mainland and she was rushed to a Naples hospital, Samantha and her father in anxious attendance.
It was almost twenty-four hours before the doctors pronounced her out of danger.
"I want you to go back to Capri," her father had said, his face haggard with fatigue. Hopelessly Samantha protested but he was firm. "There's no point in both of us sitting in the hospital all day," he'd said, refusing to discuss the question any further. Finally Samantha bowed to the inevitable. She couldn't tell him her reasons for not wanting to go back without adding to his sorrow.
David was waiting on the key, for once without his usual grin. Samantha tried to avoid him but he fought his way through the disembarking passengers towards her.
"I've been meeting every ferry," he said. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am."
Samantha met his level gaze and something in his eyes told her he was telling the truth. "I ought to hate you," she said finally. "In fact I would have killed you yesterday but with my mother so ill, somehow it doesn't seem important any more."
David managed a weak grin and took her arm, leading her towards a waiting cab. She managed to get rid of him when they got to the hotel and went up to her room, collapsing on her bed to let the tensions of the past days release themselves in violent tears.
David was waiting for her on the terrace, a drink in front of him. He stood up as she approached and pulled out a chair. For a moment Samantha was amazed at the change that had come over him. He was so kind and calming and, as drink followed drink, Samantha found herself relaxing and forgetting about her mother. Without realizing it, she leaned back against the young writer, feeling a comfort in the strength of his arms. Her mind peacefully clouded with wine, it seemed almost natural that they should go upstairs to fuck. Samantha found David's thrusting prick a perfect escape from worries, almost forgetting that he was the person directly responsible for what had happened.
"What do you think of sex now?" David asked her at one point, when they were both lying back in post-orgasmic lassitude.
"Mmmm, lovely," Samantha murmured, too drowsy to think about anything but the present.
"Splendid." David hooked himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. "There's a little gathering that I'm going to tonight. It'll be rather like Terry's party, but I promise no one will make you do anything you don't want to do. Are you interested?"
Somewhere deep down in her mind a little warning buzzer sounded but Samantha was too comfortable to pay it any attention.
"Alright," she said agreeably.
It was dusk before David suggested they get started and as they left the town and started up one of the small island paths, Samantha began to feel nagging doubts.
"Where are we going?" she asked, looking around in bewilderment at the unkempt path they were following.
"The Villa Iovis," David answered. "The old Roman villa that the Emperor Tiberius built at the far end of the island. It's usually completely deserted; no one goes anywhere near it at night."
Samantha shivered slightly, suddenly afraid.
"Do we have to go?" she whispered.
David gave her a reassuring kiss. "Don't worry," he said. "There'll be plenty of people there tonight. Even Mandy's coming up for the ceremony."
Ceremony; somehow the word made Samantha feel even more uneasy. They had been walking for almost an hour before the great bulk of the ruins became visible, silhouetted against the night sky. The wind howled eerily through the fallen stonework, sending chills up and down Samantha's spine.
David picked his way over the broken paths with the skill of long practice, finally bringing her to a flight of ruined steps that led downward, seemingly right into the earth. A deadly chill was in the air and the wind howled like a lost soul in endless torment.
"Please let's go back," Samantha begged. "This place gives me the creeps."
David laughed, the same Satanic laugh she had first found so disturbing. "You've come too far to go back now," he said ominously, leading the way down the crumbling stairs.
Above the sound of the wind Samantha could make out another noise, a low chant that rose and fell with eerie harmony, at times even seeming to blend in with the howl of the wind. The steps led into an underground passage, as cold and damp as a tomb. In the distance there was a faint flickering light that got steadily brighter as they approached. At last David led the way into a great underground chamber, lit by a mass of flickering torches.
Nearly fifty people filled the open space, all of them gazing towards an altar set up at one end. An upside-down crucifix was attached to the wall, the twisted face of the Christ seeming to mock the worshippers who stood around the altar. The chant rose in volume as Samantha came into the chamber, all eyes suddenly turning to a small entrance on one side of the altar. For a moment there was no movement, then a little man, dressed in black robes, came forward to take his place in front of the congregation.
"What's happening?" Samantha whispered to David.
"It's a black mass."
Samantha shuddered. She had heard stories of devil cults but never in her wildest dreams had she thought she'd be at one of their ceremonies.
A golden chalice, probably stolen from a church, was passed from mouth to mouth; Samantha took a swig, then almost gagged on the revolting contents. She passed the cup on and swallowed, surprised by the gush of warmth that spread through her body as the liquid hit her stomach. For a moment she panicked, remembering the night of Terry's party.
"It's alright," David said, holding her hand tightly. "It's only belladonna, it'll just make you more relaxed."
Indeed everything was taking on a warm, rosy glow and Samantha moved back against David, letting him hold her as she watched the ceremony proceed. At first she understood little of what was going on. The priest, if that's who he was, spoke endlessly in Latin and the entire congregation chanted in reply. In many ways it reminded her of the church services she used to attend back in America.
Finally the priest intoned a last response and gave a signal, beckoning to some people who were still hidden in the small opening. Three men came forward, leading a girl who was dressed in a flowing white robe. From where Samantha was standing, it seemed as though the girl was either drugged or hypnotized. She moved with the lifeless step of a sleepwalker, advancing towards the altar until halted by her attendants.
The whole crowd waited, hushed and expectant, as the priest slowly approached her. He stood, looking into her eyes for a long moment before suddenly reaching out to rip the white robe off, tossing it to the ground to leave the girl standing completely nude in front of the altar.
"We dedicate this gift to Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness." The priest's quavering voice reached clearly to where Samantha was standing and to her surprise, she found he was speaking in English.
For a while no one moved, except the priest -he was rubbing his hands up and down the firm, young body that faced him. The drug had given Samantha clearer than usual perception and she watched intently as the priest bent down and thrust a forefinger deep into the girl's cunt. He paused there for a moment, then withdrew and brought the finger up to his mouth, licking the cunt juices off his finger with relish.
The chant had started again, slowly swelling louder as one of the acolytes handed a burning taper to the priest. He accepted it and then stood directly in front of the girl, holding the dancing flame under each breast in turn, twisting the taper so that the taut nipples came into the hottest part of the flame.
Samantha shuddered and felt slightly sick, smelling the sweet scent of burning skin and flesh that drifted through the chamber. The girl made no move, seemingly oblivious to the pain.
The priest nodded, satisfied, and tossed the taper to the floor.
"Thank you, oh Great Lucifer," he intoned. "Thank you for finding this gift acceptable."
The three acolytes now lifted the girl onto the altar, positioning her so that her legs were spread wide enough to reveal the furry blonde fuzz of her cunt hair. The chant was getting louder and louder, even David joined in the harmony. Suddenly the priest threw off his robes to reveal himself as stark naked as the girl. Slowly he mounted the altar, his great prick standing out in front of him like a stake. Without any hesitation he plunged it directly into the girl's pussy, ramming it home as hard as he could.
Still the girl showed no awareness of what was happening. She lay perfectly still as the priest fucked her with furious intensity, plunging his rod in and out of her cunt, unmindful of how he might be damaging the delicate tissue of the vagina.
Faster and faster he fucked her, the soft slurping of his prick carrying all over the chamber. Finally he gave a great cry and withdrew his prick just as he hit his climax. Great globs of come splattered onto the girl's body and face.
The chant had died away and a great sigh came from the audience. Several of the women broke from the crowd and ran forward, swarming up onto the altar to lick the sticky, white goo off the girl's body.
Samantha watched in astonishment as the priest took up the chalice and stroked the last few drops of his semen into the liquid. Then he moved forward to pour the contents of the chalice into the girl's pussy, holding her up slightly so that it flowed back into the cup well mixed with her cunt juices.
Sinking to his knees, the priest held the brimming chalice up to the altar before rising again to face the congregation.
"Now let the sacrifice be taken," he said in a solemn voice.
Immediately everyone started to rip off their clothes and Samantha found herself caught up in the action, tearing off her dress as if she couldn't wait to be rid of it.
One by one the people lined up in front of the altar, David guiding Samantha into a position at the end of line.
The three acolytes were the first to have the girl. Each first took a long swallow from the chalice before mounting the altar to place their erect pricks in her violated cunt, fucking her until each had climaxed inside her.
Then it was the turn of the audience, men and women both. Each would take a gulp from the chalice before moving up onto the altar. The men fucked the girl, all reaching climax until the whole lower part of her body was running with come. The women brought their faces down to her cunt, drinking deeply of the juice that welled out from between her thighs.
As Samantha's turn approached she started feeling slightly sick again and looked around desperately, hoping for a way to escape. Too quickly she was at the head of the line and there was nothing for her to do but take the chalice that the priest offered her, gulping down the acrid liquid and feeling the glow spread inside her like it had before. Then slowly, her body shaking, Samantha mounted the altar and brought her head down over the girl's cunt. A little blood was mixed in with the come and Samantha shivered convulsively. Shutting her eyes tightly, she poked out her tongue to lap at the salty-sweet juice.
Stepping down quickly, Samantha tried to fight down her nausea as David took his place, squelching his prick into the girl's overflowing pussy.
When everyone had taken their share and were back in their places, the acolytes removed the limp body of the sacrifice and carried her out of the chamber. Samantha's skin was burning with the drug in spite of the damp cold. Although her mind told her she should feel disgust and horror at what had just been done, somehow her body was singing with exhilaration. She could still taste the come on her lips, the come that had come from almost thirty different men. She didn't know if it was the effect of the drug or not but suddenly she had an insane desire to feel all thirty inside her, all climaxing in her cunt like they had with the girl.
"Who was that girl?" she asked David.
"Just a local girl. She probably did something to anger the priest. That's why she was chosen as the sacrifice."
"Will she be alright?"
David shrugged his shoulders. "Probably. That drug she was fed kept her totally relaxed. I doubt if she suffered any serious damage."
Samantha's own cunt was burning with urgent desire and she eagerly moved against David, taking his almost-firm prick in her hands and guiding it between her legs.
"Take it easy," David muttered, pulling back slightly. "There'll be plenty of time for that later."
Samantha sobbed her frustration but turned her attention back to the priest.
The acolytes had returned to the chamber, pushing before them a woman who was anything but drugged. Stark naked, her feet were hobbled and her hands were tied tightly behind her back. She appeared to be about forty, her vivid red hair contrasting strongly with the pure white of her skin. As soon as she saw the priest, she began mouthing curses but one of the acolytes quietened her down by slapping her hard across the mouth. Finally she subsided into silence, only her eyes glaring her hatred at those around her.
The priest waited until everyone in the chamber was still, then held up his hands for attention.
"My people," he began, his voice high and fierce, "this woman, damned in the sight of Lucifer, stands accused of giving information to our enemies. Only last week twenty of our flock were arrested by the police because of what she had told them. Therefore it is right that she should suffer punishment according to the laws of the Prince of Darkness."
"What's going to happen to her?" Samantha asked.
"Quiet," David growled. "Wait and see."
A swelling roar of anger rose from the audience, becoming louder and louder until it broke into screams of "suffer, suffer" and "pain, pain." The priest nodded, well satisfied, and beckoned for the woman to be brought forward. Quickly and expertly she was trussed to the altar in such a way that she was bent double over it, her ass sticking out towards the audience. Scream and shout though she did, there was no way that she could get free.
One of the acolytes came forward and handed the priest a huge rubber object that Samantha recognized as a dildo. He examined it for a moment, rubbing his hands gleefully over its shiny surface, then he advanced until its head was gently nuzzling at the fuzz surrounding the woman's cunt. Samantha was amazed by the size of the thing. It looked as though it was almost ten inches long and at least two inches wide.
It'll never fit inside her, she thought, watching the priest with rising interest. He paused for a while, teasing the lips of the labia before suddenly thrusting the dildo deep inside the gaping cunt. Without any lubrication it must have been agony and a long, bubbling scream came from the woman on the altar.
The dildo had gone in about six inches but now the priest worked it in still further, inch by inch, until the entire length was buried in the scarlet fuzz that surrounded the woman's vagina.
Only when it was completely buried did the priest step back, taking a long vicious-looking whip from one of the acolytes and flexing it between his hands. Very gently he brought it down on the buttocks of his victim, barely flicking at the soft skin. The woman gave another scream and jerked herself off the altar as far as the ropes would allow. The priest smiled, a slow evil smile that made Samantha's blood run cold. Then he flexed his muscles and brought the whip down hard, one of the thongs curling around the end of the dildo and giving it a jerk as the others bit deep into the flesh.
Again and again the whip fell, forcing terrifying screams from the mouth of the victim. It was only when the woman lay still and unconscious that the priest lowered the whip and gave a sign for the acolytes to revive her with cold water. He reached over and grabbed the end of the dildo firmly, pulling at it hard until the expanded cunt released it with a loud plop.
"And now," he said softly, his voice carrying easily in the silence, "it is time for Lucifer himself to take his revenge."
From the passage that David and Samantha had come down earlier a small group of men appeared, half pulling and half carrying a large goat. Its horns had been painted black and a black cloth was tied around its body, hiding everything but the genitals.
The goat was brought up to the altar and the priest beckoned one of the women up from the audience. Samantha gave a gasp of horror as the man held tightly to the struggling goat, lifting it so that its prick was within easy reach of the woman's mouth. Eagerly she took the animal's genitals between her lips, sucking and licking at the penis until it started to grow erect and hard. Unwillingly she relinquished her tasty morsel and stepped back into the crowd, leaving the goat with the biggest erection Samantha had ever seen.
At a signal from the priest, the men carried the animal over to where the woman was still struggling against her bonds. Placing the goat's forelegs on her back, they pushed it in until the prick was directly in line with her cunt. At first the animal tried to struggle away but as it felt its prick sink into the moist flesh, it allowed itself to be shoved until the whole length was buried in steaming pussy.
The woman screamed and fought, almost split open by the animal's rod. Holding tightly to its coat, the attendants began to rock the goat backwards and forwards until finally a fountain of white liquid gushed into the cunt, filling it to overflowing. The woman gave a last soul-piercing scream and lay still, a combination of animal come and blood oozing out of her pussy.
A great shout of triumph echoed from the throats of the watchers and the priest held up his arms for silence.
"The Prince of Darkness has filled this woman with his seed. So are all enemies of Lucifer punished. Now, my children, worship... worship our Lord."
The woman on the altar was forgotten as the audience turned to each other with cries of pleasure. Within moments the floor was a mass of copulating bodies, thrashing around in every possible combination of sexual activity.
"Now, my Fred," David said, his voice alive with laughter, "what was it you said you wanted to do?"
Samantha looked at his huge prick, jutting out inches from her thighs, but somehow all she could think of was the goat. The screams of agony from the woman on the altar were still ringing in her ears, even though she had been removed by the acolytes.
She tried to break away but David grabbed her and put his arms tightly around her waist, lifting her up off the ground until his prick sank neatly into her contracted cunt. Samantha gave a gasp, half of pleasure, half of pain, and then twined her arms and legs around him, raising and lowering her body to let the beautiful prick sink deeper and deeper into her.
Slowly David sank to the ground, holding her in such a way that his penis never came out of her vagina. Once they were both settled, he began to heave in and out, letting the head sink deep into her womb before pulling it out altogether to worry at her clitoris. There were times when he remained still for a while, buried balls deep, almost as if getting back his breath. Then he would begin to rotate his hips, churning the rod around until Samantha thought that she'd go wild with agony and delight. Faster and faster he fucked her, his breath gasping against her mouth as he thrust his prick in and out. Samantha squealed and moaned, blubbering her love and pleasure against his beard as she rode his rod like a horse, thrusting her hips up to meet every stroke that he pumped into her.
Waves of sensuous pleasure surged through her body and her cunt spasmed again and again over the bucking penis, gripping it as tightly as possible on every in-stroke, only to have the prick rip away as David withdrew to ready himself for another plunge.
Samantha's mind became a kaleidoscope of sensation. Sometimes she thought she was being fucked by the goat; then there were times when she imagined she was the girl on the altar, being raped by every man and woman present in the chamber. Finally, as David's semen rocketed into the very depths of her vagina, she gave a last jerking thrust and abandoned herself to the rushing joys of her own mighty orgasm.
CHAPTER SIX
The after-effects of the climax passed slowly. Samantha felt as if a rosy pink cloud was covering her from head to toe in a wonderful mist of sensual pleasure.
Slowly David withdrew his prick and Samantha lay back, suddenly aware of the cold earth floor and the tomb-like damp that filled the great under-ground chamber. All around them couples were still locked in sexual embrace and Samantha had a sudden overwhelming desire to get away from the villa, get away from the whole horrible spectacle that she had so recently witnessed.
"Can we go now?" she begged and David nodded.
"Sure. Get your clothes and we'll get out. The place is beginning to bug me a little anyway."
Samantha held David's hand tightly during the long walk down from the mountain.
"Are you a member of the cult?" she asked finally.
"Yes. I became one three summers ago when I was here doing research into a new book. What did you think of our little ceremony?"
Samantha shook her head. "I hated it, or most of it, anyway."
David shook his head sadly. "That's a pity."
"Why?"
"Well, after tonight... you're a member of the cult."
Samantha stopped suddenly, her fingers gripping David's hand tightly. "Why after tonight?"
"Obviously we can't have people knowing about us without being members. Otherwise they might start talking to the authorities. You saw what happened to that one woman who gave out information. The same thing will happen to me and you if you're not back there tomorrow night for the initiation ceremony."
Samantha walked on in silence. She realized only too well that she should have listened to her doubts and never have gone. So many of the practices of the devil-cult had really disgusted her, yet... Her tongue could still taste all the come in the sacrifice's cunt and, in a peculiar way, even the thought of the goat's prick sent little quivers of excitement through her body.
"What is the initiation ceremony?" she asked eventually.
"Oh, nothing much. Basically just fucking. As I proposed you to the group, I'll have to fuck you on the altar. Then the priest will have his turn and after that, anyone else who fancies you has the right to take you."
Samantha shivered but this time it was not in horror. The thought of all those men lining up to thrust their pricks deep into her cunt made her almost weak with excitement.
She could feel the juices running in her cunt and knew her panties were damp with sexual desire. By the time they reached the hotel, she almost dragged David up to her room and it was only when she lay back on the bed and guided his throbbing cock into her juicy slit that she really felt satisfied.
Well fucked and well sucked, Samantha slept tightly locked in David's arms. When she awoke in the morning his rod was still imbedded in her cunt.
It was strange, Samantha thought, how completely at ease she now felt with the young Englishman. It was almost as if she had taken all that he had to offer and then decided to come back for more. They weren't expected back at the Villa Iovis till nightfall, so they had the whole day ahead of them.
David had suggested that they go sailing with some friends of his, an idea that Samantha was happy to go along with. However when she got to the boat, a large ocean-going yacht, she found that both David and his friends had come up with a better idea.
Samantha leaned against the rail, the sun warm on her bronze skin. David stood beside her, one arm around her shoulders, watching as his two friends dropped anchor in a secluded cove.
"Happy, Fred?" David asked, his fingers playing with her taut nipples under her bikini.
Samantha nodded, suppressing a twinge of guilt about the lack of concern she felt for the condition of her mother. Somehow all that business of Terry's party and the heart attack seemed a million years ago. Everything had changed. Now she wasn't even overly worried about the fact that her father had fucked her. In fact, as she'd told David with a grin, he'd turned out to be a better fuck than he was. David's only response had been to thrust his prick into her cunt with such force that she had stopped complaining, abandoning herself to the joys of being fucked yet again.
Samantha could think of nothing but the present. Pulling off her bikini, she dove smoothly into the water, giving a sigh of pleasure as the cool Mediterranean closed over her sun-flushed skin. Taking a deep breath she swam down toward the multi-colored rocks that covered the bottom, smiling with happiness as she chased a small school of fish in and out of the waving fronds of sea-weed.
When she finally came back to the surface, gasping for air, she found David in the water alongside her. For a while they laughed and played, chasing each other around and under the hull of the boat. Finally, totally exhausted, Samantha pulled herself up the ladder to the deck and collapsed in the sun. David came down beside her and for a moment they lay still, basking in the hot sunlight.
Samantha's eyes were closed and she was lost in thought, thinking of the completely different world she had left behind her in the States, the world to which sooner or later she would have to return. The warmth was making her drowsy; and she was almost asleep when she felt the gentle touch of fingers stroking her inner thighs.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, turning toward where she thought David was lying. Suddenly she opened her eyes in surprise, her questing hand coming into contact with a huge erect prick that certainly wasn't David's.
Chuck and Andy, the two friends who owned the boat, were lying on either side of her, both of them nude and both of them with enormous erections. She sat up to see David leaning against the rail, grinning down at the three of them.
"You looked so inviting just lying there," he explained. "I just hadn't the heart to refuse them."
Samantha grinned in return and looked from one to the other, wondering which she should take on first.
"How about both of us at once?" Chuck asked.
Samantha thought for a minute and was about to agree when David thumped himself down beside them.
"Come on, lads," he said. "Young Fred has only just started her sexual education. I'm sure that between us we can think of something really interesting to keep her amused." His own prick was hard and firm and Samantha had to resist the temptation to crouch down and take the whole wonderful length into her mouth. Her heart pounding madly, she lay back on the hot deck and closed her eyes again, content to go along with whatever the three men suggested.
"Keep your eyes closed," David said softly, "and just relax, let us do all the work."
Samantha nodded, her mind flooded with sensual longing for the three of them to screw her together. For what seemed an age nothing happened. Samantha could hear whispered instructions being given to Chuck and Andy, then footsteps pattered off to the cabin; but, true to her promise, she kept her eyes tightly shut.
With a suddenness that almost made her cry out, mouths closed over each of her breasts, the two tongues licking and sucking at the taut, erect nipples, Samantha totally abandoned herself to the wonderful sensations that were coursing through her body, idly wondering whose tongue was doing what. At that moment a third tongue shot out to flick at her budding clit and she gave a little moan of pleasure, thrusting her hips upward off the deck to give it freer accessibility.
The three tongues were working together as a team, lathering her breasts and cunt with saliva as they worked her up to a sexual frenzy. Samantha felt as if she was about to explode but somehow, every time she was on the point of reaching climax, the tongues would slow down their movements, keeping her in a constant state of delicious agony.
Then, one by one, the tongues vanished and as Samantha was on the point of crying out in anguish at their loss, a quiveringly turgid cock nuzzled its way between her lips. Eagerly she sucked it into her mouth, letting the throbbing shaft sink deep into the back of her throat as she started working her tongue and teeth over the hard ridges.
So absorbed was she, in fact, that she hardly felt the hands seize hold of her thighs and lift her off the deck. Harder and harder she sucked at the prick in her mouth, rejoicing in the warm meat that was almost choking her. Her body jerked and spasmed, making it difficult for David to insert his well-greased rod into her rectum. Finally, however, he managed to get almost an inch inside her and Samantha went suddenly still as the huge penis moved its way steadily into her tight little anus.
Samantha could feel the head forcing its way deeper and deeper into her until it felt as though it was buried right inside her bowels. David's testicles were pressed tight against her buttocks; she could feel the hard meat digging into her skin. Sensually she wiggled her hips, relishing the spike that impaled her so thoroughly. The prick in her mouth seemed even more huge and she licked at it in frenzy, moving her body to encourage David to start thrusting with his rod, fucking her rectum like he usually fucked her cunt.
But David did not move; he seemed perfectly willing to let his prick remain buried balls deep inside her. Samantha didn't have to wait long to find out why. Slowly but surely another large penis was sliding easily into her hungry cunt, having little difficulty in forcing a passage into the well-lubricated interior.
Samantha could feel the two pricks almost side by side inside her, only a thin membrane of cunt-skin separating them. For a moment the three men waited; even the penis in her mouth remaining still. Then they all started moving together. The prick in her mouth started plunging far down into her throat, strong hands holding her head steady so that she could barely move. Her mouth was being fucked as if it was a cunt, the rod thrusting in and out until her lips felt numb and bruised. The dicks in her rectum and pussy were moving alternately, one thrusting in while the other was being withdrawn for another stroke.
After a while Samantha found it impossible to follow which penis was where. Each thudded into her with a force that made her body shudder with painful pleasure. At one minute a pulsing head would be teasing the sensitive area around her clit while in the next a rigid length of slamming meat would be burying itself deep into her cunt or anus.
Samantha's eyes were pressed shut so tightly that stars and colored lights were flashing in her brain, getting brighter and brighter as her impending orgasm grew in intensity. Finally she gave a screaming cry of animal pleasure as gusts of molten flame burst through every nerve in her body. Churning and thrashing on the hot deck, Samantha could feel the prick in her mouth twitching and expanding as it got ready to shoot its load deep into her waiting throat. It was as if all three men were approaching their climaxes at the same moment.
Samantha's own orgasm had no time to finish for as soon as one subsided, she was swept directly to the heights of the next one. Finally, with perfect synchronization, the three pricks slammed into her for the last time and three separate loads of come pumped into her body. The liquid filled her cunt and anus to overflowing and she could feel the wonderful juice flowing out to cover her thighs and legs with its salty sweetness. Her mouth was a mass of semen and, fast as she gulped, she seemed unable to keep up with the supply. The prick seemed inexhaustible, flooding load after load into her quivering throat. Samantha's mind clouded into a heaven of sensual awareness, every nerve in her body tingling with the wonderful fact of four people reaching the peak of sexual excitement together. Time ceased to have any meaning; the pricks inside her body could have been squirting their loads of juice for thirty seconds or thirty years. She was vaguely aware that her body was rolling around wildly and that moans of pleasure were being drawn from her lips but her whole concentration had turned inward; her entire body a sex organ that was concerned with nothing but pleasure.
It was only when the three penises started to go limp and withdraw from her that Samantha came back to reality. First the prick was pulled out of her mouth, then David removed his rod from her asshole. As the last cock came out of her cunt with a slithery slurp she gave a small cry of distress. Somehow she would have liked all the warm meat to have remained inside her for ever.
"Don't move." David's voice came from close to her face. "We haven't finished yet."
What else could they possibly do? Samantha wondered. She didn't have to wait long to find out.
Although her eyes were closed, she had been able to feel the light of the sun blazing against her eyelids. Now, however, the sun was blotted out as the three men lowered themselves until the three semi-hard pricks were brushing against her lips. Eagerly Samantha stuck out her tongue to lick at the heads, savoring the few drops of come that still dripped from the eyes. She could feel the bodies settling themselves around her but the pricks remained in position above her face. Then, ever so gently, two pairs of hands cradled her head and lifted it up off the deck. With a sudden feeling of joy Samantha realized that if she opened her mouth to its fullest extent, she could take all three of the penises down into her throat.
The pricks were still soft enough not to stop her from breathing and she licked and sucked on them all together, sometimes letting her tongue slip out to play with the three pairs of testicles that hung within an inch of her lips.
The feeling of power was intense and Samantha let her mind go completely blank, thinking of nothing except the joy of giving such pleasure to three separate men at the same time. While the penises were still soft, she tried playing games with them, using her tongue and teeth to move them around until they were so intertwined that it was impossible to tell which prick belonged to which pair of balls.
Quickly the rods started to stiffen and Samantha's mouth was forced wider and wider open to accommodate them. She could taste the salty flavor of blood on her tongue and knew the edges of her mouth must have split slightly but she didn't care. She just wanted to hold all three of the cocks and milk them all until they came together into her throat.
Unfortunately Samantha's mouth was just a little too small and she finally had to let them go, releasing her breath in a great gasp as they popped from between her lips.
"Wow!" she murmured, running her tongue round her lips to get the final taste of the pricks. "That was fantastic."
David's chuckle sounded softly and his penis suddenly popped back into her mouth, its entire rigid length sinking briefly into her throat before withdrawing once again.
"You can open your eyes now," he said.
Samantha slowly unglued her eyelids, almost blinded by the bright sunlight. She blinked a couple of times to get accustomed to the light, then turned to where David was sitting beside her.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
David laughed. "Chuck and Andy are going to put on a little show for us. They're both AC/DC and they're just aching to fuck each other."
Samantha lay back, satiated and happy. She'd never had any contact with fags before but her brief experience with Mandy had made her curious to know how guys fucked together. Chuck and Andy were lying in each other's arms, mouths locked together in a passionate kiss. Slowly they untangled themselves and lay back on the deck side by side, each caressing the other's body.
The two mens' pricks were fully erect and Samantha watched with interest as David now picked up a pot of cold cream and moved over to spread lavish amounts on both shafts. Carefully he coated each head in turn, wiping the excess off with his fingers and then smoothing it over the shaft. In each case his fingers closed around the shaft briefly and he jerked his hand up and down several times, causing the body below him to quiver in excitement. When both pricks were shiny and slippery, he tested each with his fingers; planted a quick kiss on the two heads and then came back to lie down beside Samantha.
Casually Chuck rolled over onto his stomach, then raised himself on his hands and knees until his buttocks were pointing directly toward his friend. Andy licked his lips in anticipation and moved behind him, holding him firmly around the hips as he positioned his prick in line with the anal opening, ready for the first lunge.
"Right; go," David cried and Andy plunged his prick directly into Chuck's rectum with one easy movement that buried him up to the hilt. One hand still held Chuck tightly but the other moved around to take hold of his prick, jerking it backward and forward in time with the strokes he was pumping into Chuck's backside.
As the rhythm of the thrusts accelerated, both men started panting and moaning with pleasure, a sheen of sweat forming on their sun-bronzed bodies. At last Andy gave a yelp of delight and slammed his prick home, holding it deep inside Chuck as his come bubbled into his friend's stretched anus.
Chuck hadn't reached his own orgasm and his prick was sticking out in front of him like a huge telephone pole. As soon as Andy had given Chuck all the love-juice available he withdrew his prick and came around to Chuck's front, bending over and softly licking the cream off the penis. Only when the quivering length of meat was completely clean did he back away and sit on the deck.
"Chuck's going to show you his party trick," David explained. "Not something that most people can do."
Chuck grinned and lay back on the deck, his penis pointing straight up to the sky. Slowly he brought his legs up, rolling over on his shoulders until his toes were touching the deck behind him.
Samantha stared in amazement as his body lowered, his back stretching to an almost impossible arc as the head of the cock came closer and closer to his mouth. Chuck gave a little twitch and took his own prick between his lips, forcing his body down still further as the length of the shaft sank deep into the back of his throat.
When almost half of the penis had disappeared inside his mouth, Chuck began working it backward and forward, letting the saliva-slimy head slip almost entirely out before swallowing it down yet again as far as he was able.
The motion of his sucking got faster and faster as climax neared. Then, as his prick began to twitch convulsively, he straightened his back slightly until the head was positioned several inches above his lips. As the milky come squirted downward, he opened his mouth to its full extent, letting the liquid splash over his teeth and lips before being swept up with his tongue and swallowed eagerly.
When the orgasm had finished he took the head into his mouth, sucking hard to remove the last drops of come from it before relaxing and letting his legs swing back onto the deck.
Samantha couldn't help herself, she applauded enthusiastically. The performance had been so incredible that she felt almost as tired as Chuck must have been.
"I can't do that too often," Chuck explained eventually, fighting to recover his breath. He went over to Andy and kissed him quickly on the lips, then dove cleanly off the deck into the water.
David and Samantha followed him in, Samantha relaxing completely and letting the cool water revive her strength.
"Have you ever fucked in the water?" David asked, suddenly surfacing beside her.
Samantha tried to shake her head but the motion made her sink. She came up again spluttering and coughing, furious that David should be laughing so much at her plight.
"Well, have you?" he asked again as soon as she had coughed out all the water she'd swallowed.
"No." Samantha suddenly grinned. "Do you want to show me what it's like?"
For answer David turned and swam back to the boat, pulling himself up onto the deck by the net that hung over the stern. Samantha turned over and floated on her back, wondering what crazy idea he was going to come up with next. Chuck and Andy had disappeared around the other side of the boat and for a moment Samantha closed her eyes and relaxed completely, letting the gentle swell of the sea lift her up and down; the tiny waves breaking softly across her body.
A wave broke across her face and she opened her eyes, staring up into the clear blue sky that stretched unbroken to the far horizon. In spite of everything that had happened, Samantha had to admit that she had experienced a wonderful time since she'd first come to Capri. Never in her wildest dreams had she considered that the human body was capable of giving quite so much pleasure. Jut a few short days ago she'd been a complete innocent when it came to sex but now she was an accomplished lover, capable of giving pleasure to any man, no matter what his preferences.
David's cheerful shout brought Samantha back to the present and she turned to see him and the other two men swimming toward her.
"You're going to be fucked again," David announced smilingly as he came up to her. He started treading water and surveyed her naked body lasciviously.
"Chuck, Andy; hold her steady for me," he said and Samantha relaxed against the bodies of the other two men who had come up alongside her. Each of her arms was held firmly until she was almost standing in the water, only her head, shoulders and breasts above the surface. Samantha shivered slightly with excitement, watching David as he swam in lazy circles around her. He seemed in no hurry to get started and neither was she, especially since Chuck's free hand was softly probing into her cunt. She moved back against him, feeling the first two fingers slip easily inside.
David splashed some water at her then dove under the surface, swimming powerfully toward her and passing between her legs, his body brushing sensually against the inside of her thighs.
He broke surface slightly in front of her and turned over on his back, floating lazily for a minute before kicking his feet up and disappearing once more. This time Samantha was unable to follow his progress and she jerked in shock as his hands suddenly appeared from behind her to cup her breasts. Using her as a support to keep him afloat, David teased her nipples with his fingers, rubbing at the tips until they were vibrating against his hand, taut and firm. Suddenly he stiffened and, withdrawing his hands, swam around to her front.
"Hey, I've got a great idea," he said. "Let's go back to the boat for a moment."
Wondering what he had in mind, Samantha started swimming after him, leaving Chuck and Andy to play in the water by themselves. By the time she'd pulled herself up onto the deck David had vanished but he reappeared a moment later carrying two scuba outfits. Deftly he attached the air bottles to Samantha's back and then showed her how to use the mouthpiece. Once he thought she'd got the idea, he put on his own outfit and jumped off the side of the boat, calling to Samantha to follow.
Nervously Samantha lowered herself into the water, feeling a little ridiculous. David was waiting for her and immediately dove, catching hold of Samantha's hand and pulling her after him.
At first Samantha had difficulty in moving; the weighted bottles of air were heavy enough to counteract her natural buoyancy and make her sink slowly. Her first moment of panic soon passed, however, and she quickly began to enjoy the feeling of complete weightlessness.
She let herself sink almost to the sea-bottom, kicking gently with her feet to control her descent. David was moving across to her, a stream of bubbles coming from his face mask. He reached her and the two stood still for a while, side by side on the bottom of the sea, David's hand tracing a path of delight across Samantha's stomach.
Fish were darting around them, multi-colored shapes that fled as soon as they made the slightest movement. Gently David pulled Samantha closer and she felt her blood racing as his prick started to harden and become fully erect. He brought his foot up and wiggled his toes into her cunt, making Samantha squirm and wriggle with pleasure as she made her vaginal muscles contract and tighten.
Then, as if tiring of such childish play, David pulled her toward him, thrusting his erect cock straight into her gaping pussy. The sea-water already inside was compressed and squirted out around the side of his prick, giving Samantha a thrill the like of which she had never experienced before.
Slowly and rhythmically he started to fuck her. Clasped in each other's arms, they let the movements of their bodies carry them through the water.
Eyes half closed with pleasure, Samantha noticed at one point that they were upside down, their feet pointing up to the surface as David slammed his strokes into her quivering cunt.
The water swirled around them, the froth of bubbles making it difficult for Samantha to see anything except David's face, barely inches away. Urgently she thrust her hips at him, meeting him stroke for stroke so that his testicles slammed into her crotch every time the head of his prick thumped into the depths of her pussy. Her breasts were being crushed against his chest, little currents of water forcing themselves over her nipples as they twisted head-over-heels in the violence of their sex-play.
Samantha could feel the fires spreading through her body and abandoned herself completely to pleasure; the thundering of her heart seeming to keep time with the vicious thrusts of David's prick as he lunged in and out. Their bodies were floating, free from the confines of gravity. Once Samantha's feet brushed against a rock but she hardly felt it; the fucking had taken her attention away from everything but David's wonderful cock. When he finally came, the splash of his semen into her cunt triggered off her own climax and they rolled and turned, locked in the mutual pleasure of their orgasms.
When Samantha eventually pulled free, some of David's come dribbled from her pussy and started rising to the surface; soft flaky globs of viscous whiteness that rose within inches of her face and then were gone, heading toward the mirrored surface of silver far above their heads.
Hand in hand David and Samantha rose, breaking surface together and blinking with the brightness of the sun. Laughing, David pulled off his mask and started swimming toward the boat. Only when both were safely on deck did Samantha's exhaustion catch up with her. Weary but happy, she sank down and let the warmth of the sun revive her.
"That was one hell of an unusual fucking," she gasped when she'd recovered her breath enough to talk.
David grinned. "It's the first time I've ever tried it," he admitted. "An experience not to be missed."
Samantha was inclined to agree. Her cunt was beginning to get slightly sore and she had the feeling that she'd been screwing non-stop for days but it certainly was the most interesting fuck she'd ever heard of.
David looked at his watch and then scrambled to his feet, turning to where Chuck and Andy were still chasing each other in the water.
"Hurry up, you two," he yelled. "It's going to be dark soon and I've got to get Fred to the ceremony."
Gingerly Samantha fingered her cunt. Somehow, in spite of all the fucking she'd already received, she was looking forward to her initiation into the cult.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Samantha had put on a thin blouse and slacks for the ceremony so now, as she and David walked up the path that led toward Villa Iovis, she suddenly felt very cold. David put his arm around her, holding her tightly.
"You're shivering," he said.
Samantha nodded, her teeth chattering. It was a sort of inner rather than outer cold. A cold of the spirit, almost a fear of what was going to take place later that night.
David did little to calm her doubts. He had insisted on wearing a black turtle-neck sweater and black slacks. With his beard and black hair, he looked too much like the devil incarnate for Samantha to be at ease.
They were met at the entrance to the underground passage by Mandy, her long hair tied up in a bun and her figure almost completely hidden by a heavy black robe.
"The initiate will wait here," she said in solemn tones as if she had never met Samantha before. David kissed her reassuringly and then followed Mandy into the gloom, leaving Samantha alone in the darkness. For a moment she contemplated making a run for it, but David's reminder that they'd find her and bring her back held her rooted to the spot. There wasn't even a welcome glow of candles at the far end of the passage. The complete silence made her feel terribly alone and frightened.
"Come with me, my dear."
Samantha whirled to face the woman who had spoken so suddenly behind her. In the gloom all she could see was a hunched figure whose face was hidden by a heavy black cowl. Without another word the woman turned and walked away and Samantha, her heart pounding, followed her, completely losing her sense of direction in the maze of underground passages through which she was led. Finally they came out into a small damp chamber that was lit by a single flickering pine torch.
Her guide vanished into the shadows and two other women came forward, their faces similarly hidden by the sinister cowls. Without saying a word they stripped Samantha's clothes and dressed her in a simple white tunic that fell to below her knees. Samantha was shaking with fear but was unable to make a move. It was as if her willpower had completely evaporated.
Still in complete silence, she was led into a smaller room where another cowled figure made a mark on her face with a greasy make-up stick. Her guide had returned carrying a silver cup that she placed in Samantha's hand, closing her fingers around it in what was obviously some sort of symbolic gesture.
"Drink," she commanded and Samantha obeyed, choking slightly on the acrid liquid but forcing a mouthful of it down. She tried to hand the cup back but the woman made a gesture for her to finish it. Feeling slightly sick, Samantha did so, not daring to think what the cup might contain. The liquid was very different from the stuff she had drunk the previous night. It had none of the warming effect as it went down inside her.
Only when the cup had been drained to the dregs did the woman appear satisfied.
"Come," she said, leading the way back into one of the darkened passages. Samantha could hear the other women following several steps behind, the swish of their robes the only sound in the deathly silence. At last her escort stopped. It was pitch black but Samantha felt she was standing in the middle of a large hall. All around she could hear the restless movements of a large number of people.
Then, seeming to come from the ground, a deep voice started chanting a mournful dirge, a tuneless psalm to the devil, rising and falling in eerie harmony. The people around her took up the chant, their voices filling the chamber with sound. Samantha tried to listen to the words but they were in some, language that she couldn't recognize.
At the far end of the chamber a flickering light was struck, casting strange shadows over the walls. In the dim glow Samantha could see that she was in the same place David had brought her the previous night. Almost fifty people were present, all robed like the women. They knelt together on the cold floor, their heads raised as they chanted the terrible hymn to their Lord and Master: Satan, Prince of Darkness.
As her eyes began to get accustomed to the light, Samantha realized that she was standing right in front of the altar. She tried to find David among the people around her but if he was present, he had been given a robe and so looked identical to everyone else.
A smell of sickly sweet incense filled the air, a smell that somehow reminded Samantha of graveyards. The chant rose in volume and the people raised their arms in homage, facing towards where a strange figure was emerging from one of the passages. Dressed in long black robes covered with golden symbols, the figure who now advanced toward Samantha looked like something from her childhood nightmares. The face was covered by a goat's mask, only black slits revealing where the man's eyes might be. Long curved horns rose from his forehead, their tips painted red as if with fresh blood.
Slowly the man approached, stopping a few feet from where Samantha stood, while staring at her through the holes that made up the eyes of the mask.
"Is the initiate prepared?" he demanded.
"Aye, Lord. She has drunk from the cup of darkness." The women that escorted her had chanted the reply in unison, their voices blending with the droning hymn that still echoed through the chamber.
The priest moved forward, his black robe flapping around his feet, and Samantha flinched as a gust of foul breath hit her face.
"Lucifer finds the candidate acceptable," the priest shrilled. "Who proposes this sister for initiation?"
"I do." A black-robed figure stepped forward Samantha recognized as David.
"Then help her to the throne of waiting until our Lord's power begins to work in her body."
The cowled head nodded and David took Samantha by the arm and led her up to the altar. "Don't worry," he whispered. "Take it easy, relax and everything will be fine."
Samantha allowed herself to be pushed back until she was lying on the cold, stone altar. David had stepped to one side and was standing, his head bowed as he listened to the priest's chant. Once again he was speaking in Latin, a parody of the Christian Mass that Samantha remembered from back home.
More torches had been brought into the chamber, making the underground hall a blaze of dancing shadows. The worshipers were on their knees, their voices raised in glory to their god. Samantha turned her head slightly, watching the priest as he held up a silver dish containing small biscuit-size wafers. For a long moment he remained still, the chanting dying away until there was complete silence. Then abruptly he dashed the dish to the ground, scattering the wafers in front of the audience.
Immediately everyone seemed to go berserk. Howling and screaming, they surged forward, trampling the wafers underfoot and grinding them into the floor as if they were some dangerous insect that had to be destroyed. The priest watched this frenzied activity for a while and then held up his hands for silence.
One of his acolytes emerged from a side passage, carrying a struggling black rooster under his arm. Slowly he approached the altar and stood, his eyes burning down at where Samantha lay. As if this was a signal, the priest came up and ripped Samantha's tunic in one quick movement, leaving her nude and shivering on the altar. Slowly taking a wicked-looking knife from under his clothes, he slashed at the throat of the rooster, severing his head.
Samantha screamed as the warm blood spurted over her body, covering her from head to foot. As the blood ran the crowd fell to their knees, a shout of exultation rising from their lips. Quickly the priest snatched up a silver chalice that was lying beside the altar and held it under the severed neck of the bird, catching the last of the blood that spurted from the gaping wound.
As soon as the cup was full the priest turned to the audience and mumbled a blessing, his hand making several passes over the chalice while he dropped a white powder into the scarlet liquid.
Samantha tried to sit up slightly, the nausea rising in her as she saw how stained her body had become. Blood was dripping down her face and onto the altar, forming little rivulets that flowed down to the earthen floor. For a moment she almost lost consciousness, suddenly very much aware of the horror of her situation.
The priest was handing the cup around to the audience. David took it first and swallowed down a large mouthful of the blood, a red stain oozing from the side of his mouth. The chant had started again, this time even more eerie than before and the sickly scent of the incense made the air almost unbreathable. Samantha lay back, feeling weak and sick. Her body was throbbing in an uncomfortable way, the blood rushing to her head and making the chamber whirl around her. She reached a hand down to scratch at her cunt, aware of an almost unbearable itch that seemed to make the entire length of her vagina a mass of fire.
Moaning and sobbing, her muscles jerking in quivering spasms, Samantha thrashed around the top of the altar. Two of the acolytes came over to hold her down but Samantha was unaware of their presence. All that mattered was the burning pain in her cunt. She had to get something in; something to satisfy her, something to bring her release.
Christ, she thought, her movements becoming frantic, I want to be fucked. I want someone to fuck me.
"I want to be fucked. Help me, someone, please." The words came out as a scream and through the red mists of pain that enveloped her, Samantha heard the strident tones of the priest.
"The Dark Lord has come. The Dark Lord has shown his power through this, the body of our sister. Go to her, brother. Show that you accept the domination of our Lord."
Her head jerking from side to side, Samantha was aware that David had stepped forward and was stripping off his robes. Once he was nude, he came toward the altar. Samantha rose off the surface and pulled him toward her, her hand urgently reaching for his prick and guiding it toward her enflamed cunt.
"Oh! God, oh! God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she sobbed, thrusting her hips into him until his penis slid into the throbbing opening. There was hardly any lubrication but the pain as the cock thrust its way in was pure heaven compared with the agony that had gone before. The surging rod felt so cool and firm, putting out the fires of agony that were raging so furiously through her genitals.
"OOOoooohhhhh! AAAAaaaaahhhh!" she moaned, riding the prick as if it was a steam hammer that was pumping blows into her. David just lay back, helpless in the face of her passion, and let Samantha do whatever she wanted. She could feel the lightning crashing through her body, the burning flame of torture that was only partly assuaged by David's cool semen that flooded into her cunt.
She almost screamed in anguish when the prick buried inside her started to soften and withdraw.
"More, more," she begged. "I must have more."
"Easy, Fred, easy," David soothed, his voice suddenly showing concern.
Desperately Samantha grabbed him, pulling him into her and working at his limp prick with her thighs, forcing it to become strong and firm again.
"More... more... more," she sobbed, the words keeping rhythm with the movements of her body. "Oh! God, David. It hurts, it hurts bad. Fuck me some more, please, help to take away the pain."
Then rough hands pulled David from her and the squat body of the priest took his place, naked except for the goat's mask that still covered his face.
Samantha seized at the erect prick with delight, giving a sigh of relief as its turgid length sank steadily into her cunt. The priest seemed to know what was expected of him for he held back on his orgasm for a long time, his cock churning in and out of her pussy with sure, steady strokes.
Samantha twined her legs and arms around his body, holding the prick trapped tightly inside her cunt. Its quivering length, pounding in and out, smashing against her clenched vaginal muscles, drove her onward and upward towards the release of orgasm. Frantically Samantha jerked with her body, knowing that if she could only reach her orgasm she would have relief from the agony that pulsed through her body.
The head of the priest's rod was surging faster and faster, his testicles pressing into her crotch every time the prick hit the bottom of her cunt. The passage was made easier by David's come still filling her pussy and the head made a soft slithery sound as it pumped in and out.
Samantha knew she was approaching climax; aware that if only the priest could keep going, she would attain her longed-for release. The priest was unable to keep up the pace, however. His prick gave a final lunge and his testicles expanded against her crotch as he hosed load after load of come deep into her cunt.
As the wilting prick pulled out of her violated vagina Samantha gave a howl of pain. Thrashing around madly, she rolled off the altar onto the floor and lay there, twisting and turning, while her hands feverishly lunged at her pussy.
Eyes almost opaque with pain, Samantha pulled herself to her feet and staggered into the crowd, pulling off the robe of the first man she encountered.
"Fuck me... fuck me," she screamed, working his prick desperately between her hands until it was hard enough to thrust into her cunt. The two of them rolled around on the cold earth floor, Samantha's hips and thighs thrusting and churning as she milked the prick that lunged like a frightened stallion inside her.
"OOOhhhhh CCCccchhhrrrriiisst!" she moaned, her breath coming in broken sobs. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh! my God, that feels so good... Fuuuuccckkk me."
Her partner thrust his cock into Samantha's cunt for the last time and expelled all his juice deep into her womb before giving up the unequal struggle and rolling off her, totally exhausted.
Screaming and shouting like a maniac, Samantha thrust her fingers deep into her cunt, jerking them backwards and forwards in an attempt to find the release she needed so desperately. Her body was completely covered in blood and come, the earth from the floor sticking to her so that she looked like a savage out of the jungle.
Samantha had fallen back on the ground, her eyes tightly clenched. Suddenly she gave a sob of pleasure as she saw herself surrounded by what seemed a sea of naked men. All of the worshipers had taken off their robes and were standing by to take her; for in so doing they were taking some of the strength of Lucifer.
Surely in all these cocks I'll be able to find release, Samantha thought as she grabbed the nearest penis and thrust it roughly into her quivering quim. One after the other she took them, losing count of how many pricks had been thrusting in and out of her pussy.
Almost everyone present was covered with come-slime and dirt. Prick followed prick in quick succession, pumping their semen into her pussy without ever bringing Samantha to orgasm. Her movements were becoming more and more frenzied, more and more frantic.
The pain in her cunt had long passed the stage of being unbearable and Samantha's screams were ringing through the vaulted chamber as she rode the endless chain of cocks that filled her insatiable cunt. Finally all the men were spent and as Samantha looked around with crazed eyes, she saw only Mandy standing in front of her, holding the long black dildo that she had used so effectively once before.
"Hold her down," Mandy ordered, advancing towards her with the dildo pointing like a sword. Immediately several men grabbed hold of Samantha's arms and pinned her face down to the floor. Quickly Mandy straddled the slippery body and thrust the dildo deep into Samantha's cunt, working it in and out with a slowly accelerating rhythm.
"OOOoohhh! Fuck, fuck." The screams were pulled from Samantha's mouth as she raised her buttocks off the ground, fighting to take every inch of the wonderful dildo inside her vagina. Come already inside squirted out around the edges of the hard rubber tool as it screwed into her. Mandy was giving the instrument a little twist with every stroke, her lips bared in a snarl as she used both hands to move the dildo.
Samantha squirmed and wriggled, being brought closer and closer to orgasm by the pounding artificial prick.
"Go... go... go..." The worshipers chanted, setting the rhythm for Mandy to follow. Samantha could feel the pain beginning to evaporate and be replaced by a warm flush of sexual ecstasy that was almost too wonderful to stand. Every muscle in her body was clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm of the remorseless dildo and she forced her hips up even further, rejoicing in the feel of the heavy rubber head socking into the wall of her womb.
"OOhhhh! Faster, faster," she screamed and Mandy obliged, sweat pouring down her body as she put all her strength into thrusting the prick into Samantha's raw and bleeding cunt. Samantha felt that she was being carried up and up, the pain completely gone as the blood rushed through her arteries, carrying the feeling of impending release to every nerve in her body.
Higher and higher she was carried, the air a roaring ocean that surged and heaved around her, split by a fork of rubber lightening that flashed with unerring accuracy straight into her cunt. She was being pushed ever so slowly up a steep slope, a slope so steep that it was almost vertical.
The higher she went, the harder it was to reach further; but slowly, inch by inch, she was approaching the top. Then, in a wonderful timeless moment, Samantha lay on the summit, tottering unsteadily before pitching over into the whirlpool of pleasure that waited for her on the other side.
Mandy gave the last desperate thrust to the dildo and then sat back, totally exhausted, while Samantha shouted in agonized pleasure, her body thrashing crazily around the floor as the mighty orgasm swept through her body.
Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her, her muscles spasming and quivering while animal howls tore themselves from her throat. The audience stood back in silence, watching in astonishment this display of orgasmic agility.
Samantha was unaware of anything except the welters of delight that pulsed and flashed in front of her eyes. She was unaware of David fighting his way through the throng to pick up her finally limp body. She was even unaware of the trip down to the hotel, carried by David and Mandy, or of the angry pursuit of the devil-worshipers when they realized what was happening.
Samantha's mind hung in a balance, her thought patterns a screaming tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf her with every breath she took. She knew nothing of the doctor's aghast face as he examined her body in the Quisisana or of the desperate flight to the hospital in Naples.
She didn't even know that she was in a room only down the hall from where her mother was still lying under sedation. Samantha's dreams were a mass of orgasmic fantasies that colored every aspect of her brain.
It was pitch dark but in the blackness a prick advanced toward her, the head pulsing and glowing with a purple light. It seemed huge, many times larger than her, but as it neared she felt herself being picked up by an unseen hand and turned to face it. Her cunt was expanding, growing bigger and bigger and wider and wider until she was nothing but cunt, a great instrument created for nothing else than to give pleasure to the giant prick that was moving into her. She stood back from herself, watching the monstrous cunt move in toward the cock until the two met, the cunt scattering huge drops of juice into the blackness that surrounded it. Samantha watched from outside as the cunt that was her stretched to accommodate the prick.
Yard by yard, mile by mile, the quivering shaft sank inside the pussy, making a noise like a vast suction pump. Samantha could feel its immense presence filling her, forcing its way through her body until she became nothing but a blob of tissue that clung to the outside of the bulbous, blood-engorged head.
In and out churned the giant prick, Samantha stretching and changing her shape to contain its monstrous thrusts. Faster and faster it pumped until she saw it give a final quiver and reach orgasm. She was looking directly at the eye as it happened and saw the opening enlarge as if filmed in slow motion, the great blobs of white semen expanding toward her until she was covered in come, fighting her way upward through an ocean of love-juice. Swim though she might, the vast prick was pumping out more semen than she could cope with. Screaming in terror, Samantha felt herself being sucked down into the sea of viscous white fluid, the semen covering her body, her chin, her mouth...
As the come filled her nose and made it impossible to breathe, Samantha gave a last desperate cry and fell forward into blackness.
"Samantha... Sam, Sam." The voice calling her, pulled Samantha back from a long black passage where there had been no light and no pain. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at the blurred faces that surrounded her.
"Daddy," she said weakly, recognizing the worried face that bent forward to kiss her forehead. Then puzzlement set in as she wondered what had happened. The last thing she could remember was Mandy bringing her to orgasm with a giant dildo. Then there was that huge prick that had drowned her in come. Abruptly the memory of the dream returned and she felt herself sinking once again beneath the surface of an ocean of semen.
She screamed, the noise echoing around the small hospital room. There was a moment of pain as a nurse ran forward to give her an injection and then Samantha sank mercifully back into unconsciousness.
The next time she woke only her father was in the room. Samantha moved her head around and found that she could sit up. Her vision blurred slightly but otherwise she felt perfectly alright.
"Daddy, where am I? What's happened?" she asked quietly. Her father had been dozing in the chair but now he jumped to his feet and came across to the bed, his face clearly showing his relief and happiness.
"Sammy," he breathed. "You're alright, you know me."
Samantha shook her head impatiently and promptly wished she hadn't as another wave of dizziness swept over her. She waited until it passed, then looked back at her father.
"Daddy, tell me what happened? Where am I?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. "You're in a hospital in Naples. You were flown here by helicopter from Capri. You're lucky to be alive, young lady."
Samantha tried to think back but the past seemed lost in a rosy mist. "What happened?" she asked again.
"Apparently you were given a serious overdose of a drug called Spanish Fly. That..." he hesitated, unwilling to go on, then finally continued "... that cult of Satanists David took you to misjudged the dosage they gave you. As soon as David saw what happened, he got you out of there and back to the hotel. The doctor he called had you flown here at once. It was only such prompt action that saved your life."
"Where is David?" Samantha asked.
"In jail. I'll give the boy credit, he's admitted that the whole thing's his fault and that he dragged you into it. It's partly our fault too, your mother's and mine. We should have seen what sort of person he was from the first." "What's going to happen to him?" "I don't know. He gave the police enough details to clean up the whole Satanist group; that'll weigh in his favor. Also the fact that he got you away and fought off some of the Satanists when they came to get you back from the hotel. Apparently they didn't want anyone spilling the beans about them. All in all, he may get off with a light sentence."
"I hope he does," Samantha said, letting her body sink back into the soft pillows. David was what he was and nothing was going to change him; that he'd risked his own life to save her's showed he cared. Samantha snuggled down under the covers, forgetting about the horrors of the past few days on the island-remembering only the good times when she and David had fucked so well and so often.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A week later, Samantha was allowed out of the hospital for the first time. Her body was still stiff and sore but apparently she was lucky in having no serious or permanent damage. In fact, as the doctor had said, she had got away very lightly.
Her mother was also well on the road to recovery and would be ready to travel in another week, so her father had been busy making plans for their return to the States. David had obviously told him a great deal about what he and Samantha had done together but luckily he had not mentioned the night of Terry's party.
Samantha had very divided feelings about David. There were times when she lay in her hospital bed longing to feel his prick surging up inside her. Yet there were also times when she hoped that she'd never set eyes on the Englishman again.
The hot Italian sun was scorching down on the Bay of Naples as Samantha walked down to the open-air cafe by the harbor that had come to be her favorite. David's case was coming up that morning and Samantha hoped he wouldn't be sentenced too heavily. They'd wanted her to give evidence against him but the doctor had said she still wasn't strong enough.
She sat under one of the great sun-umbrellas and ordered a Campari Soda, sipping at the cool liquid and letting her thoughts drift. She looked up as a shadow fell across the table and nearly jumped out of her chair in surprise when David sat opposite her.
"It's alright," he grinned, "I'm a reformed character."
Samantha tried to stop her heart from pounding in excitement. Now she was looking at him again, all she could think of was his great, wonderful prick and how it would feel slipping steadily into her juicy vagina. Desperately she held rein on her thoughts and met his eye steadily, hoping that he hadn't noticed the way she'd first reacted.
"What happened?" she said finally.
David chuckled. "Oh, they let me off with a warning and told me not to be a bad boy again. Actually they were so pleased at netting the full Satanist group that I'm surprised they didn't pin a medal on me. Your father told me where you'd be so I came straight down here."
Samantha smiled and wrinkled her nose slightly. "You might have stopped to have a bath first. Those must be the same clothes you were arrested in." She looked at him fixedly for a moment, then leaned across the table and placed her hand on his arm. "Tell me, David, why did you get me out of the villa?"
David chewed his lip for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I couldn't stand to see you going through any more of that hell. Perhaps I realized for the first time just how horrible the whole Satanist thing had become." He paused, then went on in a softer voice. "It also made me see just what I'd been doing to you ever since we first met. I've pulled you down to my own level and I'm really regretting it. In fact, Fred, that's why I came here. I'm leaving Naples tonight; going back home to England. I just wanted to see you one more time to say how sorry I am... and also to say goodbye."
He leaned across to kiss her gently on the forehead, then got to his feet and strode off across the road away from the cafe. Samantha sat for less than a minute before she jumped up and ran after him.
"David... David, wait."
David turned and waited, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise as Samantha threw herself into his arms.
"Darling, there's nothing to apologize for," she murmured, her head buried in his chest. "All you did was teach me the things I'd have had to learn sooner or later anyhow. Just 'cause you gave me a crash course, that's nothing to get upset about."
David's arms came around to hold her tightly and Samantha gave a little wriggle of pleasure as she felt his penis start to harden under the material of his pants.
"Do you realize that we haven't fucked for over a week?" she said coyly, her hand moving down to stroke the quivering mound of his prick. "Now, David, darling. If you're leaving for England tonight, you surely wouldn't want to go before I showed you everything I've learned... would you?"
David looked down at Samantha in amazement. "Mandy was right," he said. "You really are some chick."
"Let's go somewhere," Samantha begged. "I want to feel you inside me, I want to feel your huge prick forcing my cunt as wide as it can go."
David shivered in anticipation. "A friend of mine's got a house just outside Naples right by the water," he said. "We could go there."
Samantha almost dragged him toward a cab that had pulled up by the curb and hustled him inside.
"Am I being abducted?" David laughed as he settled back in the seat. Samantha looked at the driver to make sure he was watching the road, then she put her hand down and unzipped David's pants, letting his wonderful prick spring out erect and hard.
"Not here, you little idiot," David muttered, trying to force his penis back into his pants.
"Don't make so much fuss," Samantha warned. "Do you want the driver to see what we're doing?" Without waiting for a reply, she fell forward on the seat until her head was lying on David's lap. She paused for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of the erect prick swinging inches from her face, then she opened her mouth wide, swallowing the shaft down into the back of her throat until she could feel the material of his pants against her lips.
Muttering angrily, she pulled the zipper wide open and pulled his testicles out, stroking them softly with her fingers while she ran her tongue up and down the glistening shaft of David's prick.
The knob felt warm and hard as it moved in and out of her mouth and Samantha let her teeth play along the ridges of the shaft, enjoying David's muffled groans of agonized pleasure as he tried not to let the cabby know what was going on.
Samantha laughed happily, the laugh bubbling up from her throat and forcing its way past the penis that was filling her mouth. Slowly she pulled back, tightening her lips around the shaft until finally just the head was held between her teeth. Softly she probed with her tongue, letting the tip seek out the eye and worry it open.
Sweat poured down David's face and he had to bite his bottom lip to prevent making a sound.
Quickly releasing the head, Samantha moved her head down to suck one of his testicles into her mouth. Teasingly she bit into the hard ball until David gave a muffled cry and tried to pull her off him. Immediately she loosened her hold and started licking at both balls, rolling them around with her tongue until David was squirming all over the seat.
Samantha found that by licking at the testicles first, then moving her mouth slowly up the length of the shaft towards the head, she could make the Englishman go almost crazy. As she took the full length of the prick back into her mouth, David's hands grabbed her hair and pushed her hard into him, eager for her to swallow the entire length of his prick.
Samantha sucked and sucked, drawing the come out of him as if sucking on a straw. She could feel the prick growing harder and harder and then, seconds before David's orgasm burst over him, his prick started to quiver and shake. Suppressing a smile, Samantha pulled off the prick altogether and sat up, licking her lips and watching in amusement as David's penis gushed semen all over his pants. David looked from his prick to Samantha as if he couldn't believe his eyes and desperately pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started mopping at the pool of semen.
"Bitch," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he blushed a vivid red. "Just you wait till I get you inside."
Samantha smiled happily and leaned back in the seat, watching the outskirts of Naples flash by.
Finally the cab drew up in front of an imposing villa that backed onto the sea. The cabby came around to hold the door open, looking intently at the come stains on David's pants as he climbed out.
"Be sure you fuck her good for doing that," he said in perfect English. David blushed even more. "You can bet on it," he muttered.
David's friends were out but the maid let Samantha and David in, blushing and giggling when she saw who it was.
"I suppose you've had her, too," Samantha said.
David nodded. "From time to time. Now, wench, no more fooling around."
Samantha gave a little scream as David swept her off her feet and carried her through the house and out onto the patio. Some steps led down to the water and David descended them, finally dumping Samantha unceremoniously on a pile of sacks by the water's edge.
A small boat dock had been built out into the sea and David busied himself with a handle set into a block of stone. Samantha watched with interest, wondering what he was doing. At first nothing happened but then, as David continued turning the handle, a steel frame covered with fabric netting extended out over the water, anchoring itself firmly to both ends of the dock.
"What the hell is that?" Samantha exclaimed.
David let go of the handle and came over to her, reaching around to unzip the back of her dress. Samantha pulled away and let the dress fall to the ground, then moved closer to remove David's clothes. When they were both completely nude, David picked her up again and, swaying precariously, walked out onto the net and dumped her down so hard that the fabric mesh dipped into the water.
"Actually it's for sunbathing," David explained. "But can you think of a better place to fuck?"
Samantha squirmed around on the net in delight, moving her body to find out how far the net would go underwater. David watched her for a moment, then lay back and put his hands under his head, staring up at the sky. Samantha licked her lips and made a dive for him, capturing his prick in her mouth and chewing on it until it started to respond.
David grunted and pulled her closer to him, his hands coming around to play with her taut nipples. While the prick was still soft, Samantha held both it and his testicles in her mouth. Once it started to expand, however, she let the balls pop out and concentrated on the shaft alone. Her tongue darted up and down like a little bird, caressing and licking at the shaft and head until David was rolling around on the netting, little moans of delight coming from between his clenched teeth. She milked him for all she was worth, sucking and nibbling at the head and then drawing it deep into her throat. Finally David gave a low cry and lay still, his penis pumping a delicious load of steaming come into Samantha's mouth.
Gratefully, Samantha gulped the semen down, relishing its slimy warmth as it slid down the back of her throat. Even when David's prick had given its all she still sucked at it, coaxing every final drop of come from his testicles. Only after he was completely dry did she lie back and give a sigh of satisfaction.
"Now it's your turn again," she whispered.
David needed little urging. He rolled over on his stomach for a moment and then suddenly stood up, causing the net to rock and dip into the water.
"Hey, what's the idea?" Samantha said. David bent over and grabbed her legs in answer, pulling her up until she was almost upside-down against him. She put out her hands to steady herself, grimacing as the cold sea-water soaked her hair, completely saturating her scalp.
David was holding her tightly by the legs. He shifted around slightly, getting thoroughly balanced, then pulled Samantha's thighs apart and rested her feet on his shoulders before plunging his head into her cunt. Samantha gave a gurgle of pleasure that turned into a cough as she swallowed some water. David's tongue was going crazy in her vagina, wrapping itself around the clit for a moment, then plunging deep into her cunt as if seeking to plumb the very depths. Samantha clenched her cunt muscles, trying to trap the wonderful tongue deep inside her.
David only laughed; the laugh a rumbling vibration against her pussy that made her go almost wild with ecstasy. Her clit was throbbing with passion and David paid special attention to it, taking it softly between his teeth and biting down on it gently, making Samantha howl with pleasure. His tongue would work very lightly to start with, flicking across the clit barely touching the head. Then he would change his tactics and lick at it heavily like a dog, great slashes from his tongue that had Samantha quivering and shaking.
Every time that David felt his partner might be approaching her orgasm he would withdraw his mouth, leaving Samantha twitching and begging for more.
"David, darling," she groaned, her voice sounding muffled by being the wrong way up, "make me come; make me come really well."
David's head dipped again to its task and he licked hard at the clit, twisting it around between his tongue and teeth before sucking it back into his mouth.
Samantha could feel the muscles and nerves of her body seeming to tense as she neared orgasm. Her hips and buttocks thrust harder at David, grinding her crotch into his face as his tongue moved with renewed frenzy over the length of her cunt.
A blazing fire was building inside her that became hotter and hotter until it finally exploded into a dazzling ball of light, the gusts of orgasmic pleasure sweeping through her body again and again. David held her tighter against him, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as he kept the orgasm going. One after another, orgasms followed each other; so swiftly that neither Samantha or David could possibly tell where one ended and another began.
Samantha was unaware of everything around her. She could think only of the pleasure David's tongue was giving her as it kept up its constant sweep over her cunt.
At last David lowered her to the net and collapsed beside her, cunt juice dripping from his beard.
"That was wild," Samantha murmured, snuggling up to him and tasting her own sex juices on his lips. She looked down at his crotch, fingering the prick which was hard and erect again.
"Don't you think it should be put somewhere?" she suggested coyly, opening her eyes wide in an expression of total innocence. David grunted and sat up, pulling Samantha over onto his lap. She wriggled around for a moment, feeling the strength of his penis pressing up against her buttocks, then she raised up and came down on top of the head, sitting astride the prick so that her own weight forced its quivering length into her cunt.
Down she came, the prick slithering into her until it was buried up to the balls. For a moment both remained still, enjoying the wonderful feeling and then David started rotating his hips, churning the prick around inside Samantha's cunt. At first she was sitting totally astride his lap but David suddenly grabbed her feet and swung her from side to side, forcing the penis even deeper into her.
Samantha felt that the throbbing cock was trying to burrow a hole clear through her body. It felt wonderful, much more so than a normal fucking. The head of David's prick was twisting and stretching the walls of her cunt until it seemed as if they must surely split.
Samantha's breath was coming in heavy gasps, her legs jerking around in David's hands as he continued his to and fro movement. She had never felt his penis in so deep before. It was almost as if his testicles were trying to bore their way into her cunt as well.
"AAAaaahhh!" she groaned, her body slippery with sea-water and sweat. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
Suddenly David let go of Samantha's legs and forced his hands under her buttocks, lifting her until only the throbbing head of his prick was held between the lips of her cunt. He held that position for a moment, leaving Samantha quivering at the top of his pole. Then he let her go and bringing his hands up fast to her shoulders, pressed her down with such force that the prick rammed into her cunt like a pile driver.
Samantha gave a piercing scream and thrashed around wildly in her climax, twisting her head around to plant slobbering kisses on David's mouth. Even as she orgasmed David continued to fuck her, plunging his prick in and out of her shuddering body with sure, steady strokes.
It seemed to Samantha that her series of orgasms went on forever. Faster and faster David fucked her, his breath harsh and hot against the back of her neck. The two bodies were so slippery with sweat that it required an effort on David's part to keep Samantha impaled on his prick. Finally he gave a bubbling cry and spewed his come into the innermost recesses of Samantha's cunt, driving her on to a greater and more devastating orgasm than any of the ones she had experienced before.
It was almost ten minutes before either of them could summon up the energy to speak. Finally Samantha suggested a swim and the two lovers relaxed in the warm water, regaining their strength for a further sex marathon.
"Do you really have to leave tonight?" Samantha asked when they were back on the net, drying off in the blazing sunshine.
David nodded. "I've already made arrangements. Besides, the police suggested that it might be a good thing if I was to leave the country within the next twenty-four hours. How about you? When are you planning to leave?"
Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "The doctor says that Mother will be fit enough to travel in about a week. I guess we'll be going back to the States then." She giggled suddenly. "You know it's all your fault she had that heart attack. I'd just got through telling her how Daddy had fucked me at Terry's party."
David suddenly looked sad. "It's a pity I'm going," he admitted. "Your mother really was a fantastic fuck."
Samantha glared. "Not as good as her daughter, I hope?"
"Well..." David pondered and was about to say something more when he gave a yell and collapsed into the water, propelled by Samantha's foot.
"Bitch," he grinned, grabbing her ankle and pulling her in after him. "Of course the daughter was best." He dived down and Samantha looked around for him, only to give a squeal of pleasure as he surfaced beneath her, hand grabbing for her cunt.
"Any chance of you coming to the States at all?" Samantha panted as they grappled in the water. David shrugged slightly, sinking underwater and coming up blowing a fountain of water from his nose and mouth.
"Maybe, who knows," he said.
Together they scrambled back onto the netting, reaching for each other's bodies in an agony of sexual desire. Time and time again David flooded his come into Samantha's eager cunt until she felt that she could happily spend her entire life fucking by the side of the Mediterranean.
As darkness fell they went to the airport together, Samantha standing alone on the top of the departure lounge, watching as the great silver bird took flight into the night sky.
Yet all through the week that remained to her in Naples and during the flight back to the States, Samantha remembered David's parting good-bye; the words that were to ring in her ears for many weeks to come.
"Well, Fred. I've taught you a lot and you've taught me a lot. Certainly you've turned into the best fuck I've ever had. Whether or not I ever see you again, I'll always think of you as the perfect holiday lover."
