Becky Sands was glad that her mother and father had finally gone out and the cook and housekeeper had been given half the day off. She retreated to her bedroom, tore off her shorts and top and plunked down on the bed in her underwear.
Now I don't have to worry about somebody poking their head in the door, she thought, reaching under her fluffy, ruffled pillow for the book she had found at the corner store.
For something written by a history professor at Florida University, it was pretty sexy in parts. She looked at the cover of the paperback-the drawing, in watercolors, of a pirate grinning up at one, an eye patch over one of his eyes, and a fierce expression in the other one. He had shaggy hair and a heavy beard, and an earring, and a bandana tied around his forehead. A stubby cigar hung from the corner of his mouth and he seemed to be grinning in a way that might mean he was about to ravage a woman or slit a man's throat.
Becky reached down between her legs and ran her index finger over the hairy little mound of her vee, through the thin nylon material of her panties. She felt her breasts begin to swell in her bra, and she quickly unhooked the undergarment and slipped it off. Then her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the book to the chapter entitled: THE WELLINGFORD FORTUNE In the three months since Becky had moved to Florida, she had never run across anything about the area she lived in quite so fascinating! The Wellingford Fortune was a sunken treasure, as yet undiscovered, just a little less than a mile off the coast of the town she was living in! Since she had read the book she'd asked several of her friends and neighbors about the treasure and they all seemed to know the story quite well, although their accounts of what had happened seemed to vary somewhat. Becky suspected the story as contained in the book was probably the real one, considering the author's credentials. She read, again: The site Captain LeFeu chose to sink the treasure he had collected from the Wellingford Party was a carefully mapped section of ocean floor about one mile southeast of Coral City, Florida. In those days the area was known as Fairfax, and it was mostly a trading post between the white man and the Seminoles. The community gave him a clear shore guide for the day when he would come back to reclaim his treasure.
Becky held the book in one hand and squeezed her panty-enclosed crotch with her other. She rubbed two fingers into her puffy little cleft and squeezed her thighs. The good part was coming! She couldn't understand why the book about pirates in Florida seemed to excite her so! There was something about the warm, almost tropical climate. That must have started her interest in the ocean and the folklore it contained. At the moment, Becky could think of nothing more heavenly than to be forced onto the sand of some deserted beach by a big hairy pirate and have him come down on top of her- That was as far as her fantasy ever went, but Becky could produce tingles in her crotch just thinking up to that point. She continued to rub her mound while she read on: Captain LeFeu had allowed the daughter of Lucas Wellingford, patron and host of the large party of pleasure-seekers, to live after the other passengers walked the plank, including Lucas himself. The daughter, Constance, was a noted beauty of the day and evidently captured LeFeu's fancy like no woman had done before.
He offered Constance his life and fortune if she would become his bride. Accounts have it that Constance laughed at and ridiculed the notorious captain in front of his crew.
Enraged and humiliated, Captain LeFeu had Constance tied to the trunk containing the treasure, where he brutally raped her in front of his subordinates and instructed that she be lowered into the sea with the fortune.
"Ohhhhh-!" Becky sighed, rubbing harder at the nylon-covered vagina. She could feel a warm dampness flooding the area of her cuntlips. She ran a finger under the side of the nylon material and touched the skin of her pussy.
"That's better," she said aloud in a soft voice. "Now I can really make myself tingle!"
She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Captain LeFeu would look like, smiling cruelly down at her, ready to rape her without mercy!
He would probably look a little bit like the pirate on the cover of the book, but a little more handsome! Becky mused in her mind. At least, when he smiled cruelly at her, her mind gave him perfect, white teeth and a handsome smile, mean or not. She slipped her thumbs down into the waistband of her panties and raised her hips, letting the material slide over her ass and down her legs, where she tugged it over her feet. She spread her legs wide, lifting her knees back until they pressed into her breasts.
Both her hands spread the skin around her vagina so tightly she winced in pain. She felt the air begin to cool the tender red skin that shone damply inside her stretched pussy. The hole was even darker red, looking like a round little mouth. A mouth waiting for a kiss!
Becky began to breathe hard.
She was well developed for a sixteen-year-old girl, and she had always been active in school athletics. It accounted for her slenderness, which might easily have turned to plumpness on a less active girl. As it was, her breasts and rump and thighs had developed an enticing roundness, while her stomach was as flat as a board and her waist was tiny. She already had a womanly flare to her hips, but her body was, for all that, youthful and fresh, glowingly alive.
Becky wet one of her fingers in her mouth and shot it back down to her silky little snatch. She rubbed back and forth between the lips, stroking up and down for several moments before she pushed her fingertip against her hardening clit and twirled it around and around. With her other hand she moved a finger straight down to her hole and began pushing in, hard, a little harder, as hard as she could. She reached her barrier and wondered what it would feel like to destroy her own cherry!
She knew she'd lose her maidenhead soon. Again, she felt it must be the Florida air! Ever since she and her parents had moved here in the middle of the summer, from the northern Midwest, she had marveled at how hot she felt all the time! What had once been an occasional private exploration of her erogenous parts in bed became a nightly ritual. She couldn't seem to get enough of making her pussy tingle and get wet and warm. She had actually reached full orgasms while she masturbated. Before she had moved here, she had never really experienced one.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Becky moaned while she rubbed her privates lovingly. "There's more! There's more!"
And indeed there was much more to her fantasy. When she became terribly excited she always had a clear vision of Captain LeFeu's face. It was very, very handsome, with a square jaw and a long, straight nose, and cold, piercing blue eyes! His hair was black and a little curly, and his voice was deep, as deep as a gravel pit. He always looked like he needed a shave!
Becky could see him now, the muscles bulging in his chest, the hair curling up above the shirt top, sticking to his sweaty chest. His trousers would be tight and she could see the long bulge sticking against the material, just like pictures she had seen in magazines!
He'd tear her clothes away from her body, at least until enough of her bare front was exposed for his purposes, then he'd have two of his men grab her legs and spread them apart. Her crotch, with the beginning of a silky red beaver of a bush, would be completely exposed to his view-helpless-opened obscenely by the dirty fingers of the other pirates. Her lips spread, stretched until they felt like they would break. Then Captain LeFeu would slowly untie the tops of his trousers and let them fall down around his hairy thighs. His skin would be five times darker than hers, with curly black hair all over his lower body.
She could see his cock, swelled until the skin on the shaft was stretched tight and shining. The purple knob of a head would be poking out from the foreskin, oozing drops of clear moisture. Her best friend from back home, Marcie, had shown her pictures once of men with erections. She had chosen her favorite one to imagine for Captain LeFeu. It was long and thick, with large veins bulging all over it, and it would be ready to tear into her virgin tunnel and shatter everything that dared to stand in its way.
"Annngh! Annngh!" Becky began to moan, over and over. She had forced three fingers into the entrance of her hole and she shoved them in and out as far as her virgin condition would allow. Her legs were trembling and she turned onto her side and started fucking her pelvis back and forth, onto the fingers, pretending they were a man's cock teasing the opening to her womb. Today, she let her fantasy go one step further.
This time, through her tightly clenched eyes, she saw the captain step out of his trousers. He shook his thick, hard club at her and smiled. His white teeth flashed and he started to crawl between her thighs.
His sailors continued to hold her legs agape, keeping her vulnerable to the pirate king's attack. She felt the bigness of the fist-like cockhead press against her tight little pussy. She felt the moisture of the preseminal fluid wet her tense lips, coating the red hairs. She felt him press down and in, starting to force her hole to stretch like it had never been made to do before.
He pushed, an inch farther, another inch, he was up against something-he couldn't go any farther. But he continued to press, to force, to shove in. Something was giving away-it frightened her. She screamed and his hand came down and covered her mouth. Then his cock rammed in and a giant explosion wracked her body. She screamed again and, opening her eyes, she realized she was making quite a noise in the bedroom. The book had been kicked to the foot of the bed and the covers and sheets were getting yanked up into a ball.
Becky continued to hump her pelvis into her fingers. She sobbed as the most intense contractions of her orgasm shattered through her. Her forehead, high and intelligent, was bathed with perspiration. It ran in a droplet down the side of her aristocratic nose. She let her head sink heavily down on one of her feather pillows.
Becky was, in the vernacular of the boys she knew at school, a knockout. Her cheekbones were high and her face was a perfect oval. Combined with the classic intelligence and beauty of her face was her soft womanliness, so mature already for her years, and yet never flaunted tastelessly. Becky was, in outward appearance, "a lady." The boys at school were completely fascinated, and she had already started dating the best looking one, George Milton, whom she'd spotted surfing one day on the beach.
And she'd gotten him away from the second most attractive girl at school, Louise Felts. In Becky's opinion, Louise Felts was a bitch, and a poor sport at that. Since she'd lost her boyfriend she had started an absolute hate campaign against Becky. But it wasn't working! Not yet, it wasn't!
Becky's breathing returned to normal and she lay on her back, letting the tingles in her groin subside, experiencing the little after shocks that always seemed to follow one of her better explosions. Her mind was still filled with the sight and feel of the pirate captain who'd buried his treasure in the ocean a short distance away. She could almost smell the sweat on him. She knew he was the man who would have to take her virginity! And she knew she would never meet him. He'd been dead for almost a hundred years.
Becky let her fingers touch her nerve-inflamed vagina lightly, whispering over the pussy hairs like a feather.
Oh, if I could only dive! she thought. How I'd try to find that treasure chest! It must still be there! Nobody has ever found it, the book says so!
The lips of her vagina were still tense. She put a finger inside once more and felt more moisture, accumulated since her orgasm. She brought the moisture and taste of her pussy to her lips and sucked it off her fingers. She imagined the captain licking the same taste out of her snatch, just before he pressed into her and forced her to become a woman.
"Annnnngh!" Becky moaned loudly, rolling over and shoving her pelvis into the crumpled sheets. She bucked her hips against the mattress, and her soft-firm, rounded buttocks began to rise and fall in the air.
Maybe-she thought,-maybe, if I get George excited enough, he'd agree to help me! He'd do anything, I know, if he thought I'd let him fuck me!
To find Captain LeFeu's treasure! To be the first and only person in a hundred years to find the treasure! It would bring him close to her somehow, even if she weren't allowed to keep it! But of course she'd be allowed to keep it! And then she'd be independently wealthy, to boot! She would never again have to depend upon her father for things. Of course, her father was always generous when she wanted clothes or a car or something. It helped that he was a bank president, and the fact that he was new in town and had just accepted a post as president of the largest of the town's two banks meant he'd want his daughter looking good at all times. Becky was lucky, she knew.
She let the fucking rhythm of her hips subside while she calmed down. She'd need a little rest, she realized, for the second big one.
She had turned almost completely around on the bed and her face was near the book. She picked it up and started to read the account of Captain LeFeu's savage execution of the beautiful Constance once more. After she scanned for the dozenth time the part she liked best, she came to the part of the legend that she preferred not to even think about. According to the book, Many attempts to search for the treasure have been made over the years, but none of them were successful. Because of the brutal and tragic fate of several divers who have made an effort to discover the truth of the legend, the belief is still circulated to this day that a giant, killer shark has guarded the treasure for a hundred years, mutilating anyone who dares desecrate the sacred grave of Constance Wellingford.
Although this is absurd, of course, mysterious accounts of sighting such a shark by divers who dared to swim close to the- Becky threw down the book and turned over onto her back. She would not read any more about the shark. Or let such a stupid and obvious hoax dampen her enthusiasm. She had to drive for the Wellingford Fortune!
CHAPTER TWO
George Milton was bringing his surfboard out of the water when he spotted Becky standing by her car on the dunes. It was a popular section of the beach, one where the lifeguards were on duty all day and most of the people from the town came to swim. George preferred surfing in more secluded areas, but his friends decided upon the public beach and George had gone along with them. He put down his board and waved at Becky. She waved back and motioned for him to join her.
Becky watched him jog across the white beach sand. His trunks were typical surfers' attire, coming halfway down his muscular thighs. They might have looked comical, Becky thought, on somebody with a less muscular body than George. His blond hair was wavy, and came down long on the back of his neck. His suntanned face was as smooth as a girl's, as was the rest of the skin on his body, but there was a firm masculinity, too, and Becky had been just as impressed with George's good looks as the other girls seemed to be.
"What's up?" George asked when he reached Becky's car.
He had been disappointed that Becky didn't want to learn to surf. He thought it would give them more opportunities to be together, and this was exactly why she had been a little cool on the subject. Without George realizing it, she was glad for the time she didn't have to be with him. A girl, she decided, mustn't get herself backed into too tight a corner. George was fine, but she needed a little space to move in, just in case some other boy caught her eye. After all, she reasoned, she could have anybody she wanted- "What's up?" George asked, smiling. His perfect teeth flashed and she felt a little tingle in her groin, inside the tight, confining material of her white shorts. Her fair skin was acquiring a golden, even tan, just as George's was, and she was glad, for his sake as well as hers, that she looked good on the beach. She was thankful she wasn't the kind of redhead who just kept turning pink. Also, she didn't freckle excessively.
"Nothing," Becky answered. "Just wanted to watch you surf for a little while."
George seemed flattered.
"And to ask you if you wanted to come over to the house for dinner."
"Sure. Did you parents invite me?"
"No-as a matter, they're away for the weekend. I wouldn't go. Some awful convention in Miami, or some such thing. I'll just fix us hamburgers and French fries, if that's all right."
George looked at her, smiling at him sweetly, her halter fitting almost as tightly as her shorts, radiant in the sunlight. He could feel his groin beginning to tighten.
"Sounds great," George said.
"Seven o'clock then," Becky said, sliding back into the front seat of her dark green Triumph. "See you."
She drove away and George watched until her car disappeared around the corner of the beach approach and she was gone. Neither of them had noticed Louise Felts, sitting with friends farther down the beach, watching Becky and George with cold hatred in her eyes.
* * *
Becky answered the door in tight blue jeans and a boy's shirt, tied just under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. The jeans were hip-huggers and at well below her navel. In back they were held up entirely by the swell of her soft, round buttocks.
The food was already prepared. George had never eaten homemade French fries, and he thought they were wonderful. The hamburgers, too. Becky served both of them beer, which she seldom drank when her parents were in the house.
After dinner they watched a movie on the large color set in the den until George yawned. He wasn't sleepy, but he thought he'd give a little hint that watching TV was not exactly what he had come to the house for. Of course, Becky wasn't the sort of girl who could be pushed. When she was ready to give in, she would give in, that was that. He wasn't used to waiting, though. Any girl at school would drop her panties if he so much as farted at them. Even Louise Felts-Becky Sands took time and planning. He was patient enough to wait, but he hoped something was going to happen pretty soon. Every time they had a date he went home with blueballs.
She didn't even like for him to park his car and feel her up, saying it was "kids stuff." He knew she was interested in him, maybe as much as he was in her, so it would happen in time. Usually, he kept regular dates with Becky, then had one of the other girls at school on tap for later, for a quick screw or blow job. Tonight, though, watching Becky move around the dimly lit den in her tight jeans and bare stomach, her breasts squeezed snugly into the shirt that was tied just under them, he doubted if he could keep his cool. It was going to be one of those nights, he realized, when he'd have to give it the old try, win or lose.
"Come here," George said to Becky. She had just returned to the room with fresh beers, and was putting down the tray.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Just come here," George said from the sofa.
Becky could hardly keep from smiling. She knew exactly the state George was in. He was wearing jeans, too, and a short sleeved, striped shirt. His blond hair was almost white from the sun, and his tanned face never looked more handsome, especially when the light picked up the shine of his blue eyes. Becky's own eyes were green, as green as a cat's, and she always noticed the intensity with which certain eye colors bore into her skin. George's eyes were undressing her tonight at every turn, and she couldn't have helped noticing the bulge in the front of his pants. If he didn't have a hard on right this minute, she thought, she had missed her guess.
"All right," she said, walking lazily towards him with a frosty can of beer in each hand.
George didn't let her sit down. He stopped her just in front of him, took the beers from her hands put them on the coffee table, and reached for her waist. She backed away when his hands circled her waist and came down on the soft hills of her buttocks.
"Wait," Becky said, "not so fast."
"Fast, shit!" George answered, pressing his face into her bare stomach. "I've been wanting a feel ever since I got here, and that was hours ago."
His hands came down hard on her asscheeks and massaged them roughly. Becky relaxed and let him have his way. It was part of her plan. Also, she was getting a rush of warmth in her crotch that was very pleasant, even if she didn't admit to it.
George looked up at her. His blue eyes had taken on the pleading look of a puppy dog.
"Please, Becky, just let me--"
His fingers trembled as they fumbled with the fly of her jeans. He quickly undid the top button and his hand was on the zipper when she stopped him.
"We shouldn't, George. You know I can't let you finish what you want to start--"
"Why not? Why in hell not?"
Becky smiled and patted him on the head. He had pulled down the zipper and was trying to slip her jeans over her hips. She stopped him again.
"No, George, really! I wouldn't have invited you here if I thought you were going to pull this!"
George groaned and sank to his knees on the floor in front of her. He gave a hard yank and the jeans slid down to her thighs. She wasn't wearing panties, and her red pubic hair shone softly in the dim light.
"Just-just let me look at you," George said. He had fumbled with the front of his own jeans and unzipped them. He was dragging out his cock, which Becky had seen before, touched even, but each time he put it on display it looked longer and fatter. She wondered if she would ever be ready for the day when he'd plow into her virgin hole with it.
"All right, then, look all you want," Becky said, feeling his hot breath near her cunt. She had trouble keeping her legs from shaking. "But if you try to go too far, I'll have to stop you. And I don't want you getting mad--"
"Just-just let me give it a little kiss, Becky," George pleaded.
By way of response, Becky shoved her pelvis straight out and actually rubbed her furry mound against his nose. He inhaled deeply, holding onto her butt with his hands. She knew he'd use his tongue down there. He had tried to do it before, and she had never allowed him to go all the way. Tonight she decided she'd have to fire him to new heights, if she wanted his help in finding the buried treasure. She'd have to make him a little wild. The beer was helping, of course, but it was also working on her! She was beginning to feel so hot she wondered if she'd have the willpower to make him stop, no matter how far he wanted to go!
"George-George-!" Becky moaned softly, standing rather unsteadily while his face pressed into her private parts. "You'd better not-! Ahhhhhh!"
His hands left her rump and his thumbs parted the petals of her virgin rosebud. He pulled the lips until the pink, wet flesh behind them was completely exposed to his mouth. Then he began to slowly lick the moist skin all over, leaving trails of spit from his drooling mouth. Her clit was getting erect and when his mouth found it he started to work it over. Becky felt her knees buckle.
"Here-let me sit down," she whispered.
With no coaxing from George, she quickly slid her jeans down all the way and stepped out of them. It was the first time she's let him see this much of her nudity at once. Oh, in her bikini on the beach, maybe, but this time her cunt was bare and open to his inspection.
George eased her back onto the sofa and spread her legs wide, shoving one of them over the backrest, and pushing the other in the opposite direction until her foot almost touched the floor. Then he positioned himself on all fours between her legs and bent over the part of her he loved the best. He buried his mouth deeply between the vagina lips and began licking down into the hole. His nosed rubbed her clit back and forth at the same time.
"Ohhhh-oh, god?' Becky almost shouted. She grabbed his blond hair and shoved her pelvis up hard into his face. "Yes! Keep licking it like that!"
Then she realized she was showing him too much of her excitement. IF he thought he had her really hot, she knew he'd try to poke her. His cock was, after all, sticking straight out from the fly of his jeans.
Just as she had suspected, his mouth left her pussy and he started to crawl up over her. She rested her hands against his hips and held him off.
"Let me!" he groaned. "Becky, please let me!"
"NO! I told you I'm a virgin!"
"What the fuck difference does that make? Everybody's a virgin before they get fucked--"
Becky could have pretended to be angry with him, but that wouldn't have served her purpose. She pulled him up beside her and rolled over on top.
"I have an idea, George-since you're so worked up and everything--"
Maybe she was going to give him a hand job! His heart beat rapidly in anticipation. It was a hell of lot better than nothing, he thought.
Becky crouched over him, looking down at his throbbing prick. It looked enormous, when she considered the small hole it would have to stretch if she ever let him have his way. Looking at her, naked except for her breasts, his cock throbbed harder than ever. She undid his jeans and slid them down while he lifted his hips to accommodate her. Then she pulled them, and his sneakers, off his feet. She reached out and circled the cock with her fist.
"Owwww, yeah, jerk it, Becky!" George groaned.
"I'll do better than that," Becky said, smiling, "If you'll do a favor for me--"
"Yeah-yeah--" George panted. "Go ahead. You know I'll do anything for you!"
Becky smiled and bent her head down. She kissed the throbbing head of George's dick lightly, making him jump.
"My god! Oh, shit, Becky, kiss it some more! Kiss it some more!"
"You know you promised to do what I asked, George," Becky reminded him.
"YES! OH, HELL, YES! JUST KISS IT AGAIN! OWWWW, I'M GETTING HOT NUTS, BECKY!"
Becky bent her head once more. She'd do more than kiss it, she decided. After all, she had to learn sometime. And now, with George's promise at stake-She opened her mouth wide and let the cock come all the way inside her mouth. When the fat head knocked at the back of her throat she closed her lips around the throbbing meat and began to suck firmly and greedily. George began to groan, making a sound that could have been pain instead of pleasure, under different circumstances.
"My god! My god! Owww, baby, suck your daddy's dick!"
Becky was used to his vulgarity. It didn't bother her. Besides, she was beginning to experience one of the most exciting moments of her life! The taste of George's cock, different from anything she could have imagined a boy's cock to taste like, was flooding her body with new sensations. She let her saliva mingle with the juices that oozed from the tip, and licked up and down the sides and around the shaft. He had a definite male taste-clean and masculine and delicious! She could have sucked him for hours, wanting him to prolong coming as long as he could, but she didn't want him to know how much she was really enjoying it. She started to pull the wet pole from her lips.
"Oh, Becky, don't stop!" George pleaded. "Please keep sucking it!"
"About your promise--" Becky said, stroking the wet shaft slowly but firmly, up and down, "-you aren't going to try to get out of it, are you?"
"Oh, no, baby! I swear it! Just keep sucking me like that and I'll do anything on earth you want me to! I promise! I swear it! On my honor!"
Becky's eyes narrowed and became cold. The green, cat color flashed.
"Then I'll give you a little sample of how good it can be for us in the future, as long as you don't ever make me mad at you or anything!"
Becky lowered her head into his crotch again. She slid her hands up and cupped his big balls, marveling at their size and weight. The male anatomy still was very much a mystery to her, and what she was doing now seemed as exciting as it was unusual. She bent her mouth and kissed the heavy nuts, tickling them with her tongue at the same time. George ground his crotch against her face and moaned continually.
She ran one of her hands down to her pussy and slid a couple of fingers inside the puffy lips. She could never remember her crotch being quite this wet. Even when she thought about Captain LeFeu and masturbated herself, there wasn't quite the same breathtaking excitement as having a man's most intimate parts spread out in view, hot and ready! The boy-smells of George's body filled her nostrils and she began to grind her pelvis around, wiggling her fingers at the same time. Her mouth came up the underside of George's cock and she licked him like a lollipop.
"GAAAGH!" George almost hollered. They knew they were alone in the house, and neither of them cared how much noise he made. "I'M GONNA SHOOT IF YOU KEEP THAT UP!"
Becky captured the bloated head in her mouth again. She ran two fingers up her hole and found that she had become very moist down there. It was at moments like this when she almost wished she could get her virginity taken care of and start really enjoying life.
She wondered if she should let him come in her mouth. It would certainly impress him, she thought, and now was the ideal time to give him something memorable to think about. Also, the thought of him spewing his thick juice right into her mouth excited her so much she started screwing her cunt back and forth against the rough fabric of the sofa upholstery. She sucked down until the head was once more lodged against the entrance to her gullet. Then she opened her throat as much as she could and tried to force it farther. She had heard some of her girlfriends describing how they did it on dates, and Becky had always absorbed knowledge quickly. George's thighs began to tremble.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" George shouted in a startled voice. "I think it's almost there! Shit, I can't hold it back! Let me eat you, Becky! Let me suck your pussy at the same time! I want to-OH!"
Becky considered the idea of turning around so that he could get his face into her crotch at the same time she sucked him, but before she had a chance to move it was too late.
"Unnngh!" George howled. He sprang up and onto his knees. In another second he had shoved Becky onto her back and smashed his crotch on top of her face. His cock sailed all the way back into her throat and he would have kept it there if she strangled to death. "TAKE IT! TAKE IT, BITCH!"
His cock stuffed her throat completely, but she wasn't choking. She was sucking on the shaft as hard as she could, working her throat muscles until they ached. More than anything else now, she wanted to feel George's hot load creaming her all the way from her mouth to her stomach. If she didn't get a chance to taste his cum, she thought she'd die. She realized she had been depriving herself of these pleasures long enough!
"Hwumpf!" Becky moaned. Three fingers were buried a couple of inches up her hole and she moved them so fast they became a fuzzy blur. Her orgasm was rushing up fast. She realized it would probably hit when George's did. This thought alone was enough, at the moment, to push her over the edge!
George grabbed her hair. He yanked it so hard tears sprang to her eyes.
"Take it now! Swallow it! Eat it! Eat it!"
She felt the first spurt run down her throat and she thought she was going to choke. She quickly worked the pole out of her throat and let the head slide down onto her tongue just in time to take the next heavy jet.
Then she felt a dam bursting somewhere deep inside her. George's cock began to spurt out glob after glob of thick cream, into her mouth, over her tongue and lips. She tasted before she swallowed. Then tasted and swallowed again.
The dam broke, followed by an explosion and a flood. She felt her body dropping off a thousand foot cliff, headlong down, coming closer and closer to a sea of sexual juices. She felt her body falling into little pieces, being scattered over the sea. She would have to continue the fall in fragments.
Barely aware of what she was doing besides letting her fingers bring her to her most delicious orgasm to date, Becky continued to swallow the cum. George had shot a big load and he marveled at the way she could take every drop and gulp it down without complaining. He knew that sex with Becky, when it happened, would be far out, but he had no idea she'd start right out by giving him the best head he'd ever gotten!
When it was over, and they pulled apart, he couldn't remember fucking her so hard in the face, but he supposed he must have. He hadn't heard any complaints, though. Right now he'd have given an arm and a leg to fuck her cunt. Anybody with a mouth like that, he decided, must have the sweetest snatch in the world! He remembered vividly the way it had tasted.
Becky pulled her wet fingers from her still-clutching hole and wiped them on the sofa cushion. They were both breathing heavily, waiting for the short little gasps to become normal inhalations. Then George smiled at her and moved away. He glanced down at her body again and ran his hands up her thighs. She pushed them away.
"Now, let's get on with the bargain!"
George looked puzzled for a moment. Then he shook his head in understanding.
"Oh, yeah. The favor. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to find somebody who can teach us to be experts with scuba gear. Who can turn us into real divers?
"Huh?" George asked.
"That's right. And then join in and help us dive for the sunken treasure!"
"What sunken treasure?" George looked puzzled again.
"The Wellingford Treasure!"
George's eyes popped.
"Lady," George said, "I wouldn't go diving for that chest if you had twenty pussies!"
CHAPTER THREE
Becky didn't speak to George for almost two weeks after that. She refused to talk when he called her house and she avoided him at school. Finally, one day when she was alone, he was able to reach her.
"Don't hang up," he said quickly. "You win."
"I win what?"
"I'll help you find the Wellingford Treasure. Do you know that everyone who ever dove for it got himself killed? Almost everyone, anyway."
"That's of no concern to me," Becky said.
"You know about the shark legend?"
"Yes. And I think it's absurd."
"Okay. I've already talked to Mr. Reef."
"Mr. Reef?" Becky knew there was a science teacher at Coral City High named Waldo Reef. She had always thought it was a funny name. She didn't take classes with Mr. Reef, and she had only a vague memory of what he looked like when she passed him in the school corridors. But some of the girls had a crush on him. "What does he know about diving?" Becky asked George.
"He's an expert. Besides teaching science, he works in oceanography for the State, and he's been diving for about ten years."
"What did he say?"
"He said he might help. The only time he has for scuba lessons is in the evening, but if you can meet him by nine o'clock tonight, he'll give you a quick beginner's course."
"Where?"
"At Seminole Inlet."
"Why there?"
"Because it's quiet and private. He doesn't want to advertise the fact that he's instructing a student from the school. He thinks all the kids will start bugging him for lessons."
"Won't you be there?"
"No. He said he'd teach us one at a time. You'll be first."
"I'll be there," Becky said. "At nine."
* * *
Becky arrived at the inlet. She parked her car in a designated area of the dunes and climbed out. There was one other car parked there. A red one. She decided it must be Mr. Reef. She walked to the top of the dunes and looked down. A man was on the beach, spreading out scuba equipment, crouched down. He was wearing a brief, black bathing suit but beyond that Becky could see nothing. The moonlight was bright, but he was quite a distance away. The whitecaps of the waves caught the reflection of the moon and shone brightly, but the sea had a cold, foreboding look, inky black and mysterious. She felt a slight chill despite the warm evening air.
Becky had on a shirt and jeans. Her bikini bathing suit was underneath, and she strode down to the beach barefoot.
"Hi," Becky said, approaching the man. "I'm Becky Sands."
"I'm Waldo Reef," the man said, not looking up. He was testing a mouthpiece, attaching it to a face mask. Although the moonlight gave him enough illumination, he worked with his face close to the mask.
Probably wears glasses, Becky thought. In fact, he does! She suddenly remembered that when she passed Mr. Reef in the hallway he always wore a pair of thick, black horn-rims. She gazed down at his body, clad only in the brief trunks. His back and shoulders and arms were certainly muscular, she thought. More so than she would have guessed. After ignoring her for a couple more minutes, he seemed satisfied with the mask and placed it carefully on the ground with the other gear. Then he stood up and stared directly into Becky's eyes for the first time. Becky almost fainted!
Waldo Reef was Captain LeFeu! His was the same face that she imagined when she read the book in bed each night and imagined how it would feel to be ravished by the cruel pirate!
She must have noticed more about Waldo Reefs face than she thought she did, on those occasions when she had passed him at school. Without realizing it, his was the face she had given Captain LeFeu. Only now, staring at him without his glasses, did she realize that this was true.
"Now-let's start out by explaining what these things are, and what you use them for. Then we'll get into how to use them, on land first, and then in shallow water. Besides, we couldn't swim very far out tonight, anyway. Sharks are out there, you know--"
Sharks! Captain LeFeu, standing in front of me! Looking at me with those same cruel eyes! Even the shadow on his chin, showing what a heavy beard he would grow! His massive, muscular body, covered with silky black hair that matted his chest and stomach and thighs. The bulge in the front of the brief black trunks. The curly black hair! Oh, god! "What-what's wrong?" Waldo Reef asked. Becky stared at him for a moment, started to say something, tried to force the words out of her mouth. The effort was so great she felt her head spinning dizzily. Then there was nothing but blackness.
Waldo Reef caught her when she fell. He had spread out a blanket on the sand and he carefully laid her down on it. He looked down at her face, noticing how lovely it was, how long the eyelashes were against her cheeks, the little pout of the full mouth- What could have made this crazy kid faint? Was it his mention of sharks? If that was it, she'd better forget the whole thing, because there was a constant danger of them, legend or no legend!
He took her chin and shook her face gently back and forth, trying to wake her.
"What's wrong, kid?" he asked. "Come on now, what's the matter? Wake up! Wake up, okay?"
Becky's eyes flickered open.
"I-what's wrong?" Becky asked. "What happened?"
He sat down beside her on the blanket and took her hand.
"Lie still," he said. "Have you been feeling all right lately?"
"Yes."
"Been eating?"
"Yes."
"Then what happened? I'm asking you instead of the other way around. You took one look at me and fell on your face."
Becky's heart began to race. She looked up at him, still shocked that he was the exact replica of her mental image of LeFeu. She couldn't tell him about it. He'd think she was nuts. It was amazing how much his body was like she imagined Captain LeFeu's. She knew how he'd smell when he sweated, when he came down on top of her, ready to make her a woman. She could imagine the feel of his cock penetrating, ready to force down her resistance. It was as though fate had brought them together tonight.
Becky started to say, then stopped. "You reminded me of somebody. You looked so much like him, I suppose I was just surprised."
"A good friend?"
Becky's heart pounded so hard she couldn't speak. He noticed the searching, longing look in her eyes. He'd had plenty of experience with women, and there was certainly no mistaking the expression of lust. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, but he noticed the full swell of her breasts, under the shirt. He wondered what they'd look like hanging free, waiting for his hands and mouth. The bulge in the front of his brief trunks was getting hard, and he tried to pull these thoughts out of his mind and file them away.
"Feeling better now?" he asked. "Think you can get- He put his hands out to help her, but when she was in a sitting position she slumped against him.
"Ohhhh--" Becky sighed, burying her cheek against his muscular chest. "I'm still dizzy. Do you think we could put the blanket up nearer the dunes? It's darker there and I can rest for a little while. I really don't know what's happened to me!"
"I have another blanket," he said. He unfolded a blanket that was stuffed into a canvas bag and took it nearer to the high dunes behind them. Long shadows kept the area in almost complete darkness, hidden from prying eyes on the road above. He spread the second blanket out then came back for her. She leaned on him and let him help her walk to the dunes. Then she slid onto the ground.
"I feel so warm!" Becky said. "Maybe I'd better get out of some of these clothes. I have my suit on underneath."
He stood and watched while she undressed. He couldn't help being fascinated by the sight of such a beautiful body, no matter if she was a student at the school where he worked. He'd never failed to take in the sight of a beautiful woman when the opportunity presented itself. This was one of those times. He didn't care if she saw the thickening of his crotch, even. Let her notice. Never too young to find out what you do to men- When Becky was out of her jeans and shirt she lay back, in just her bikini, her legs crossed halfway. She knew it was a flattering pose. She imagined that Constance had looked something like this, stretched back across the treasure chest, a hundred years ago and less than a mile away!
Waldo Reef smiled down at her. Yet she thought she noticed just a tinge of cruelty in the expression.
"My, you're a pretty sight," he said.
She smiled back.
"I feel much better now. But I wish you'd stay with me for a minute."
He noticed the way her thighs squeezed together and her eyes darted to the front of his trunks. No, there couldn't be any mistake. This little chick was practically asking him to fuck her! Well, not many of them were virgins these days. And a lot of the girls he taught had crushes on him, he knew. Still, none of them had ever been so calculating about it before. He wondered if she arranged this whole meeting for the sole purpose of--
"I'd better not," he said. "If I sit down there with you I'm liable to get ideas--"
Becky was so excited she could hardly speak, much less remain calm.
"What-what kind of ideas?" she managed to ask.
He smiled, and she thought she saw another hint of cruelty in the eyes. He was more like Captain LeFeu every minute!
"Adult things," he said. "Man-woman games."
Becky reached down and ran her hands lightly over her breasts, then let her fingers trail over her bare middle and down to the little patch of material that covered her front. It was a pale-colored bikini, which showed off her suntan to good advantage. Waldo Reef felt his throat tighten. He stood and watched her, waiting to see what she would do next. When she finally spoke he couldn't believe his ears!
"Rape me!" she whispered, her eyes half closed. Her hands began to rub the thin material that covered her crotch and her breasts rose and fell with emotion. She didn't seem to be herself, he thought. Although she had acted strangely from the beginning.
"What?"
"Yes!" Becky's voice grew louder. "Force me! Take my virginity and then throw me to the sharks!"
"Now wait a minute--"
"FUCK ME! DAMN IT, I WANT YOU TO!"
He glanced quickly around to see if anybody had wandered down to the beach. He knew her voice could be overheard for a long distance.
"Shhhhh!" he said, kneeling beside her and watching the way her hands massaged her Mount of Venus. She was clearly agitated, and quite serious about her request. Her legs opened and closed, the smooth, well-shaped thighs squeezing her hands tightly.
"Oh, please-please--"
Her voice had become a whisper.
"You really want it, don't you?" he said, reaching over and shoving her hands aside. He buried his fingers into the vee of her crotch and felt the heat that rose up from everywhere. He pressed his finger into the crotch, forcing the material of the bikini to make a dent over the lips of her vagina.
She could see from the way he was squatting that his cock was poking almost straight out, forcing the brief trunks to stretch to the breaking point. She wanted to take his suit down and see all of him, completely nude, the way she knew he wanted to see her. A better view of him, she realized, than Constance Wellingford had gotten of the sadistic captain.
"Put your clothes on now, and get the hell out of here," he said suddenly, pulling his hand away.
"No! No! You son of a bitch!" She spat the words at him.
Without another word he grabbed the sides of her bikini, where they tied, and gave a yank. The material tore and fell away from her crotch. He quickly pulled it from her body. Then he rolled her onto her side and undid the back of her scanty top. Her breasts popped into his hands as he peeled off the top and discarded it on the sand alongside the blanket. When he turned her onto her back again she was completely nude, looking at him with open-mouthed excitement.
"Okay, kid, you want to play grownup games, we'll play!" he said, standing and pushing down his trunks. His cock, when it bobbed out, looked like she imagined Captain LeFeu's, thick and heavily veined, with a purple head (purple in the darkness, anyway) forcing its way out from the heavy foreskin. His balls were fat and hairy, as hairy as his thighs. He milked his shaft back and forth a few times while he stared at her through his piercing blue eyes.
"Yessss-!" Becky moaned, rotating her hips from side to side. Her body seemed ready to explode from the heat that was rushing through it. Never in her life had she been so excited and frightened at the same time. "Now! Now tear into me without any mercy, like Captain LeFeu would have done. Tear down everything in the way!"
This kid's got some kind of hang-up on that pirate story, he thought to himself, kneeling down between her legs. Her thighs opened automatically and she held her most secret part under his face, watching his eyes devour her body from her navel to her asshole.
She knew he'd bring his mouth to her pussy and she began to moan softly in anticipation of his hot breath. When his mouth finally closed over her vagina she let out a little cry.
"Ohhhhh-yes-suck me!"
His tongue began to work deeply into her hole. He turned his body and presented his crotch to her face. She grabbed the shaft around the base and wondered how she could ever consider taking anything so impossibly large inside. Yes, she knew other girls her age had done it. Younger girls, even. But she decided her only hope of escaping injury was to make it as wet as possible. Opening her mouth wide, she forced the thick head of his dick all the way to the back of her throat. Then she began to work her tongue and mouth around and over it. His legs trembled and she could see his nuts begin to tighten up.
"Where the hell did you learn to suck that way?" he asked, taking his mouth away from her cunt lips and stroking the wet hairs around her clit and back over the mound. He put a finger in to the first knuckle and she winced.
"Tight one, aren't you?"
"Uh...yes!" Becky opened her legs wider. She could see spit dripping from his cock and he moved onto his knees between her spread thighs. He pushed her knees back until they pressed into her breasts. Then his face shot down and he licked the valley between her perfectly formed, young mounds.
"I hope you're ready," he mumbled against her hot skin. "I can't hold back. You got me too fucking hot!"
His deep voice sent shivers through her. She grabbed his curly black hair and shoved his sucking mouth all over her tits. She had never wanted anything to happen so much! The intoxication of the moment blurred out her fears of being hurt. It was the moment in her life, she knew, when her body would be as ready as it ever would.
He couldn't see her eyes turn more green than ever-more catlike. Her white breasts were being tasted by his mouth now. He squeezed them between her upturned thighs until the nipples almost touched. Then he licked and bit both of them at the same time.
Becky felt his hand reach down to the place where his crotch was pressing hers. Then the hard fist of his cockhead pressed up against her vagina lips, parting them. She felt the head begin to press down into the hole and she felt a rush of panic! Her head shot back and she bit her lips. He pressed harder and she gave a little grunt of pain.
"Go easy!" she gasped. "Go easy! I really am a virgin!"
Their eyes met and his had a sadistic twinkle that often turned her loins to fire when she imagined Captain LeFeu and Constance Wellingford. Now, however, the cruelty menaced her in a very real and frightening way. She suddenly wished she hadn't gone bananas with this man tonight. She had a very realistic idea now of what was going to happen to her.
"Really a virgin, huh?" he asked. "Now what made you want to rape me, little girl?"
Rape him? No! He raped Constance! It's him who's raping me!
The thoughts flashed through her head in a second. In another second his cock rammed into her and he didn't stop until his nuts were pressing her buttocks. She screamed when she felt her hymen shatter, then blackness overtook her brain for the second time that night.
The trip back to reality seemed a slow, tedious one, although only a few seconds had passed. With new consciousness the tearing pain of her stretched pussy became unbearable. His weight was heavy on her as he slammed back and forth, brutally, torturing her pussy like he'd been fucking her all his life.
"Annnngh! Take it out! I can't stand it!" Becky almost gagged. He responded by reaching under and grabbing her buttocks, lifting them until he could feel the utmost penetration, then fucking her harder than ever.
"Shut up, bitch!" he snarled. "You wanted a dick so bad tonight you'd have sucked my toes to get it! Now relax and dig it! What's a little blood?"
Tears of anger and frustration and agony welled up in Becky's eyes. She couldn't believe how unfeeling he was. He was as bad as Captain LeFeu!
Captain LeFeu!
Yes, Becky thought, between painful grunts, this is the way the captain would have fucked her! Tearing everything out of his way, just as Mr. Reef was doing! Hammering and raping and growling insults at the same time. A completely aggressive male animal! He'd kill her for her pussy fight now!
Her red hair fell softly onto the blanket on each side of her face. Her delicate features caught the glow of the moonlight, and her mouth drew back in a hideous grimace.
"Ungh! You bastard! You dirty bastard! You're killing me with that cock!"
He could feel the muscles of her vagina clutch him ever so slightly. He almost dumped his load then and there, but he had other plans for it. He grabbed her slimy clit and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger while he fucked in and out, trying to bring her to a climax before he lost control and blasted off. He'd never fucked a woman, virgin or otherwise, who didn't orgasm. It was one of his greatest success stories. One woman had even told him his cock must be shaped differently, because it always hit places no other cock did.
Becky was feeling some of those places now, despite herself. It was amazing how big a part fear played in deflowering pussies, she thought. Now that she felt where his cock was and what it was doing, her stomach muscles relaxed and most of the pain went away, except for the terrible stretching, and even that was starting to be pleasurable. She even experimented with tightening her vagina muscles and seeing if she could grasp him inside her.
"That's about to do it, babe," he moaned, pressing his face into the side of hers. "You're making me come!"
Becky's thighs started trembling out of control. She hadn't felt her orgasm at first, she was so preoccupied with the new sensations going on inside her, and then she realized she was speeding toward a massive climax. Even with George, she knew, it had been nothing in the past to equal this.
"YOU'RE MAKING ME COME, TOO!" she suddenly cried out. Then she gasped and shrieked. "OWWWW, KEEP FUCKING ME! KEEP PLAYING WITH MY PUSSY LIKE THAT!"
He couldn't believe what a quick response he got from his clitoral manipulations. The little knob was as hard as a cock. Now that it's broken in, she'll have the hottest ass in town! he thought. He lifted his head and saw the mask of sheer lust her face had become. His nuts began to churn dangerously, and he clenched his buttocks to stall off the inevitable.
"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" Becky screamed. She grabbed his buttocks and her nails dug in painfully. "I'M EXPLODING! AHHH!"
She bucked her pelvis up insanely, moaning and gnashing her teeth at the same time. He slowed his movements to a crawl, knowing each second was important now. Then, when he knew she had reached the very apex of her climax and she could finish without his cock he yanked quickly out of her and straddled her breasts. Her mouth was hanging slackly open and her eyes stared straight up at his when the first big glob of semen splashed against her lower lip and chin.
"Eat it! Swallow it! Eat my cum!" he groaned. Then he did an athletic flip over her, facing himself in the opposite direction. He straddled her face and rammed his exploding cock deeply into her throat while he buried his face in her crotch and finished her orgasm with his mouth. His tongue licked lightly around the edges of the nerve-wracked skin. The hole had a first-fuck sliminess and he used his tongue to spread the juice and soothe her inflamed vagina. His finger massaged her asshole lightly, and his hands held her heaving buttocks until she quieted down.
He pulled away from her, got back into his trunks and was back with the scuba equipment by the time Becky strolled up, fully clothed.
"You all right?" he asked.
"Fine," she said, smiling. "But I think I'd better go home and take a bath. Could we postpone the lesson for another time?"
He said it would be a few days until he was free, but agreed that neither of them seemed much interested in a lesson now. He frowned at her suddenly.
"What makes you want to take a crack at the Wellingford Treasure? You won't find it, you know, and it's a dangerous place to dive. Plenty of people have tried it. Have you told your parents?"
Becky's eyes became frightened.
"No! And please don't mention anything! All they have to know is that I'm taking scuba lessons and practice diving around here. Please! I don't know why that treasure fascinates me, it just does! Romantic obsession or something!"
He laughed and they gathered up the gear and started toward the dunes. Becky almost stumbled over something and when she looked down she screamed.
"Just a dead shark," he said. "A baby one at that."
Becky stared down at the open mouth and the teeth.
She shivered. Then she ran to keep up with Waldo Reef, wondering why he hadn't even thanked her for her virginity.
CHAPTER FOUR
Opinion was mixed at Coral City High over who was the best looking girl in school-Becky Sands or Louise Felts. Louise, with her long, black hair and dark eyes, her sensual, womanly body (developed, as was Becky's, beyond her sixteen years) and beguiling ways when she wanted to make friends, had been the most popular girl at school for a couple of years. Then, that summer, Becky had moved to town and at least half of Louise's empire had crumbled.
Even George Milton had succumbed to Becky, and right when he was all lined up to be Louise's steady. Louise didn't take having her attentions ignored lightly, and she wasn't a girl who would sit quietly by and brood when it happened. It was more, much more than a boyfriend, she told herself. It was her entire reputation at the school. Some of her enemies, and she had quite a few, were laughing behind her back now, and sometimes in front of her. Louise did what she thought best under the circumstances. She turned her charm on Tony Gibbs, George's best friend. Not only, she reasoned, would she be able to make George a little jealous, but Tony could be invaluable as a spy.
Tonight, in Tony's car, sprawled on the back seat with her jeans and panties lying on the floor, she went farther with Tony than she had ever permitted herself-or him.
Tony looked out the front windshield for a moment, his thick brown mop of hair appearing over the edge of the front seat, then disappearing again.
'They're right at the good part in the horror movie," he said, lowering his head before he was seen. "Nobody'll be moving around until the blood and guts are over with."
Louise despised making out at drive-in theaters, but Tony was the sort of boy who had more nerve than imagination. As it was, Louise could have done worse. Outside of George, Tony was easily the most sought after student in the junior grade at school, and Louise's defeat hadn't been total.
Tony was also out of his jeans and he tried to crawl up on top of Louise's sprawled out body. She pushed him away with a foot to the stomach.
"Now what's wrong?" Tony asked, growling.
"I didn't say you could do that!" Louise's voice was deep for a girl's, with a seductive little drawl. "I think you might ask when you want to fuck me!"
"Oh, for cripe's sake, Louise, you let me undress you."
"That's different. I don't want you thinking I'll put out every time I let you have a date with me!"
"Some fucking big deal. It isn't like I never slipped my dick to you--"
Louise's hand shot out and slapped his face. He glared at her angrily, then reached down and grabbed his jeans. She realized she might be going too far in the negative direction, and she had a special favor to ask of Tony tonight. She quickly put her hand in his crotch and circled his erect cock. It was long and thick, and it throbbed in response to her touch.
"Don't get on your high horse. I didn't slap you very hard!"
He leaned back and let her play with his prick.
"And besides," she said, "I don't like you making remarks like that about me, even if they are true!"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Owwww, yeah! Squeeze it like that! Squeeze it harder!" His hand crept down between her legs and he tickled the black curls around her vagina. Like Becky, Louise had a respectable growth of pubic hair that ran from her lower belly to the crack of her ass.
"Come on, Louise," Tony said, "I really need to get laid tonight!" Louise laughed.
"It won't be that simple. You'll have to promise me something first--"
"Uh-oh," Tony said. He was used to her demands. One thing about Becky Sands, Tony thought, she'd never stoop to blackmailing his friend George for a favor. She was a "lady." Tony felt his cock growing in Louise's hand until it felt like it would burst. "Okay, I'm listening."
Louise scooted around until she could put her mouth over the blood-engorged head of the cock and she let her tongue trace back and forth across the little slit.
"I want you to get some information for me."
Tony groaned and began to move his pelvis back and forth. Louise's mouth captured more and more of the cock. She was good at giving head, he knew from experience. And George had bragged about her, too. Tony guessed it was one of the reasons he put up with so much of her bullshit. She always gave him what he wanted eventually, and it proved that he was still Number Two Stud at school.
"I like your mouth on my dick, lady, but no promises until I put it inside-Now, what do you want?"
Louse took Tony's cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. He sat leaning against a side door, still keeping his head as low as possible.
"Becky, George and Mr. Reef are up to something. I heard he's been seen giving them scuba diving lessons for almost two weeks now--"
Tony shook his head.
"I don't believe it. Old Reef wouldn't waste his time. We all tried to get free lessons out of him--"
"I don't know whether these lessons are free or not, but he's giving them, and I want to find out why!"
He couldn't understand her interest, really, except he knew she was still pissed about George throwing her over for Becky.
"What can I do?" he asked.
"I'll tell you where they go. It's usually at night, but they were out there last Saturday afternoon, too. You'd be better off spying on them at night."
"Spying? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Oh, don't call it that if you prefer not to, but just nose around and find out what they say and do. I think they're up to something secret--"
"Oh, balls!" Tony said. "Nothing doing. Spy on them yourself if you're so curious--"
Louise's mouth left his crotch. She sat back and reached down for her jeans. Tony's hand stopped her.
"All right, all right. I'll do it!"
"Tomorrow night?"
"Where?"
"Seminole Inlet."
"You sure they'll be there tomorrow night?"
"Yes. That much I found out today. Promise now?"
By way of reply, Tony bent his head down and shoved it directly into her crotch, pressing her legs apart with the force of his attack. His tongue plowed straight into her hairy cunt, seeking out the tender inner flesh. His hands rubbed her clit while he licked, and in a minute he started to feel the heat rising up and out of her tight, juicy tunnel. He loved eating Louise's snatch, and she always seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. By the time he finished, she was usually ready to let him poke her.
"Ahhhhh!" Louise sighed, holding his hair and pushing his head even harder into her pelvis. "Who's pussy tastes best, darling, mine or Becky's?"
Tony pulled his mouth away from her vagina with a smacking sound.
"You know I never ate Becky," he said. "George is my best friend!"
Louise laughed at his hypocrisy. But soon she was breathing deeply, feeling the very center of her being melting away like liquid rock. If she were perfectly honest, she would have admitted that Tony's technique when they had sex was superior to George's. He seemed more considerate of her clit, but that had nothing to do with the fact that she wanted to get George back from the greedy clutches of the little redheaded bitch who had moved in and taken over!
"Now!" Louise cried softly. "Put it in now! Make both of us come!"
Tony hated leaving her snatch. The sweet-girl smells of her body flooded his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. He could have eaten her for hours, if their overexcited passions could have taken the strain.
"Unnnnn -!" he groaned, running his tongue, through the pubic hair on her lower belly and then to her navel. His nose nudged the place where her blouse began and she unbuttoned it quickly and felt the evening air from the open car window waft across her breasts. Her nipples, as dark as walnuts, were already erect and almost painful to the touch. Tony's mouth continued up, after the navel had gotten a wet tongue bath, and came to rest on one of the full white hills.
Louise was tall for her age, taller than Becky. By the time Tony's mouth was on hers their crotches were pressing together. She could feel his cock slip down between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. She spread her legs and let him sink his weight down. Then she wrapped her feet over his lower back and dug her heels into the crack of his ass.
"Fill me up now!" Louise sighed. "Make me come like gangbusters!"
Tony was used to hearing her give sexual orders. He prided himself on the fact that he had balls enough to take them in stride. Whatever she wanted him to do, he was always in condition to carry through. If she wanted to get fucked to ten orgasms, his cock was always up there and ready.
"Your ass'll whistle 'Dixie' before I'm through with it," Tony muttered hoarsely against her ear. He raised his hips and let the head of his cock press into the soft young lips. "Put it in!" he groaned.
Louise was often aggressive, when it suited her purpose. She held her breath while she grabbed his thick shaft and guided it expertly into her moist, waiting hole.
"Now bang me, bang me, bang me!" she whispered, over and over. "Fuck my pussy to ribbons!"
Tony began to fuck into her hard. The old car squeaked and protested the steady hammering movement of his body, but the window speakers were loud enough to drown out the noise. It was odd, he thought, screwing to the background noise of a horror movie.
Louise began to make little animal sounds from deep in her throat. Her crotch started circular motions under him and she dug her nails into his ass.
"I'm gonna come inside you!" Tony grunted. "I'm gonna shoot it out your fucking nose!"
"I took the Pill," Louise grunted back. "I don't care!"
"Owwww, shit! Fuck, lady, fuck!"
Tony balled her faster and harder. Louise didn't bruise or damage, he knew from experience. His athletically muscular body began sweating with his effort to drive her as hard as he knew she could take it. By the time he was through, his cock would think it was in the fiery mouth of a dragon!
Louise had reached the point now where she no longer cared about showing her superiority to Tony. She needed her orgasm as much as he did, and she would have killed him if he tried to stop fucking her. She was a strong girl and when she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips he had to grab her buttocks to steady her. Her body arched up under his, lifting him with remarkable strength.
Her tits were bobbing under his face. He buried his mouth between them and tasted the slightly salty perspiration that was forming and running down her body in small rivulets.
"Oh, god! I'm almost there!" Louise cried out too loudly for their surroundings. She didn't care. "Fuck me! Fuck a hole all the way through me! Fuck a hole through the car seat!"
Tony's ass became a blur of movement. His toes curled up and he felt his nuts turn to stone.
"Get ready!" he said. "I'm about to flood you!"
"Cream me!" Louise cried back. "Give me every drop of your hot, thick load!"
"Here it is, lady! It's gonna run back out of you!"
"I don't care! Just come in me! Fill me up! I'm there! Oh, god, I'm there! Annnnngh!"
Tony slapped his hand over her mouth and kept fucking. In seconds, stimulated by the quick contractions of her cunt muscles around his pole, he felt his cream begin to gush up and out. He knew she could feel the hard jets deep inside. As he predicted, her hole was too tight to accept the size of his cock and such a big load, too. He could feel the sticky stuff run down and soak his testicles. Her cunt was even more wonderful now, so wet and slippery. He toyed with the idea of staying inside for another bang, but his body was aching. Slowly, he pulled out.
"That was wonderful, Louise!"
The voice didn't belong to either of them. Just as Louise's head snapped up to see who was at the car window there was the sound of four hands clapping. She was horrified to see George and Becky standing there, smiling broadly.
"You were good, too, Tony," Becky said. "But the next time we'd like to watch the whole thing with music and lights."
"What the fuck-!" Tony said, jumping up and grabbing his jeans. He shoved the material into his crotch to hide his nudity, but Louise continued to lean back with her legs spread, not seeming to care who saw her.
"What's the matter, Becky?" Louise asked sweetly. "Are you and George so bored with each other you have to get your kicks by spying?"
Becky shrugged her shoulders. She was wearing a thin, yellow sundress that made her tanned skin glow in the light from the screen.
"Some very respected people have been caught spying, Louise. Come on, George. Let's go to the refreshment stand."
"Yes," Louise called after the retreating figures. "Do that little thing. I hear the popcorn is very nicely poisoned tonight." They walked away without looking back.
Louise dragged on her clothes and ran her hands through her hair.
Wait until I get even with her! Louise thought. Before I get through with her, she'll wish she'd never set foot in this town!
CHAPTER FIVE
Tony Gibbs heard voices from the beach and he approached carefully. He had turned off his headlights before he reached the parking area behind the dunes and he doubted if they had heard him drive up. The sea was carrying the sound away from it.
Becky's, George's and Mr. Reefs cars were there, side by side. They were the only ones in the area beside Tony's. Seminole Inlet was practically deserted year around. Once it had been a popular fishing area but places with better facilities to the north had attracted most of the local attention and visitors scarcely knew about it. Occasionally, in daylight hours, a solitary shore fisherman could be seen, but at night the boats went out miles away.
He climbed the dunes slowly, keeping his head down, feeling exactly like the spy Louise had turned him into. Then he heard the voices more distinctly. Becky was speaking, and she sounded angry.
"I won't agree to that!" Becky almost shouted. "I'll just find another way to hunt for the treasure. I'll pay people to do the diving for me!"
Treasure? The only treasure Tony knew about was the Wellingford Treasure, and he didn't think anybody still entertained serious thoughts about diving for it. Nobody was even sure it was there, and a lot of people had lost their lives trying to find out.
Waldo Reef hadn't played his full hand yet. For a long time he'd been interested in leading an expedition to find the chest, and he knew if he was successful he'd end up with an important position with the State Oceanographic Department. And training high school students himself to accomplish this feat would be worth a million dollars in publicity for him. Becky, he knew, could raise money for the boat and other things they'd need.
"In this state, Becky continued, "divers are allowed to keep any treasure they find! I checked up on it!"
Tony could see the three of them now, sitting in bathing suits on a blanket. Scuba gear was scattered all around.
Waldo was afraid she'd be difficult. She was a demanding girl, and, although her interest in the treasure was basically romantic, she was also thinking in terms of the money she could make.
"But think of the pride you'd have in turning the treasure over to the state, Becky," Waldo said. "They'd probably build a museum around it." In his mind he thought how it would look-The Waldo Reef Museum.
"Bullshit!" Becky snapped. "I don't care about that. I plan to make myself independently wealthy. Of course, we'd split three ways--"
George remained silent. The argument was between Mr. Reef and Becky. As far as actually finding the treasure and getting rich from it, he'd given the idea very little thought. It all seemed much too remote. Becky was annoyed with George for not coming to her side in the argument. She stood up and stared defiantly at the man and the boy.
"Well, what is it?" Becky demanded. "Are we in this thing for the money or what?"
Waldo Reef stared down at the ground for a moment, then looked up at her.
"No," he answered.
"Then fuck you!" Becky snapped. At times like this, neither man could imagine the ladylike image she presented at school. "Fuck both of you!"
Waldo Reefs face turned angry.
"You do fuck both of us, don't you?" he asked.
George's eyes shot first to his science teacher, and then to his girlfriend.
"What's that supposed to mean?" George asked.
Becky raised her chin and smiled.
"Yes," she said. "That's right. And George might as well know! He'll find out soon enough anyway. George, you might as well know that Mr. Reef and I have been fucking when I take private lessons from him!"
Waldo Reef knew he'd made a mistake by mentioning his affair with Becky. He would only end up hurting himself, but she had gotten very angry.
George jumped to his feet, his fists clenched. He turned on the older man.
"You son of a bitch!" George howled. "Stand up and fight!"
Waldo Reef knew he more than matched the sixteen-year-old boy physically. He laughed. "Don't get so hot, George," he said. "She came sniffing around my ass, begging me for it!"
Becky's mouth shot open.
"I did not!" she protested.
George turned on her.
"Is that right? Well, you admitted you've been fucking him! And you've been making me think you're a virgin, too! Haven't given me anything but head the whole time I've known you!"
Waldo laughed again.
"Is that so, George?" he asked. "She hasn't let you slip it in that tight little hole yet? You don't know what you've been missing."
George's face had turned red with anger. In the moonlight his eyes flashed whitely against his rising color.
"You bitch!" George snarled.
Becky started to storm angrily away and Tony ducked his head back down, prepared to make a run for his car. She was walking straight toward him.
George grabbed Becky's arm and yanked her back around, facing him. She stumbled and landed on her knees, back on the blanket. "Well," George said, "I think I'll find out right now just how good that tight hole is!"
Becky tried to jump up, but George pushed her down again. Waldo Reef would normally have made some kind of effort to help her, but he was almost as annoyed with her as George was. Besides, he figured this might turn out to be a fun evening.
"Why don't you help me take her suit off?" George asked Waldo. "I don't think she has anything to hide from you."
"Okay," Waldo said. "I'll help!"
Tony watched while they grabbed Becky and started undressing her. It didn't take long to get her bikini off, despite her kicking arms and legs. He heard low, angry protests from her throat, but she didn't try to scream. Then he saw George slip out of his trunks and Mr. Reef followed suit. He could see erections on both men, and they stood over Becky, looking down at her. He felt a tightening in his crotch, and he reached down and unzipped the fly of his cutoff jeans.
George got on his knees and shoved Becky onto her back. He moved in between her legs, threatening to strike her face if she protested too much.
"Hold it, George," Waldo Reef said. "I have an idea. Why don't we both fuck her at once?"
Tony couldn't believe his ears! He yanked his cock out of his cutoffs and started whacking it, waiting to see what would happen next.
George looked at his science teacher with, first, disbelief, and, second, with new respect.
"Both of us fuck her? At the same time? How?" George asked.
"You up her snatch. Me up her ass."
Becky thought she was losing her mind! She had never heard of anything like this! She struggled once more to free herself.
"Let me out of here or I'll scream!" she yelled.
"Go ahead," George said. "There's nobody around here."
Her mouth darted open in protest but the words were left unsaid. Waldo Reef shoved her face down on the blanket.
"Hold her arms, George."
George grabbed Becky's arms and kept them from hitting and scratching while the older man yanked her rump into the air.
"Let's get her wet at both ends," Waldo said. His face shot down between the smooth, white asscheeks, clearly defined against her tanned thighs and back.
Becky felt the tongue sliding into a place no tongue had ever gone before, although she'd often wondered what it might feel like. She almost lost her breath from the sensation and, although she still pretended to struggle, she relaxed her sphincter muscle and let the tongue begin to stab deeply inside. There was no question of the fact that her loins were heating up, although she had no intention of letting them go through with their plan.
Tony started to squirm around from his crouching position in the dunes. Wait till he told Louise what Waldo Reef was doing!
"Unnnngh! No, don't!" Becky started to protest softly. The loud smacking sounds of Mr. Reefs mouth could be heard clearly, and under different circumstances they might even have been funny.
Finally, Waldo's face emerged from the deep cleft of Becky's ass. He looked at George, licking his lips.
"Now hold her on her back and I'll wet her cunt."
George was only too glad to oblige. Dribbles of clear fluid were leaking from the end of his cock, and he was starting to thoroughly enjoy himself. He pinned Becky onto her back and held her arms straight back. Then he lowered his cock over her mouth and nudged her clenched lips.
"Why don't you make me wet, too, bitch?" he said. "You'll need all the lubrication you can get!"
It began to look like they'd go through with it, and there wasn't much she could do. She couldn't deny she liked having her legs thrown over Mr. Reefs broad shoulders, feeling his wet mouth attach itself to her tingling pussy.
"Yeah, lick her out!" George grunted. "Make it nice and wet for my cock!" He pinned Becky's arms with his legs and reached down to her heaving breasts, noticing that the nipples had already gotten firm. He squeezed them harder than he normally would, but he was still angry with her. How could she screw a man behind his back? A man old enough to be her father-Then George felt Becky's tongue shoot out and begin licking him just under his balls. His cock flopped up and down, hitting her on the face. Some of the clear juice ran out and made a silk thread to her throat. He groaned and brought the head of his cock to her mouth once more. This time the lips opened and she accepted it. He was glad he'd decided to play with her breasts. It never failed to get a strong reaction from her.
Waldo's tongue went deeply inside the juicy pussy. He could feel the tunnel warming up. She no longer put pressure against the hands that held her thighs apart. Instead, she seemed to spread her legs of her own accord. He shoved them back even farther, lifting her ass off the blanket. Then he ran his tongue back and forth from the asshole to the pussy, slurping and making the area dripping with spit. He knew his rough chin was scratching the sensitive skin, but he also knew she was starting to go a little wild.
"Okay," Waldo said. "Get your cock out of her mouth and let's turn her onto her side."
Becky's body had calmed down almost completely. She let herself be turned onto her side with no protest. Then she felt Mr. Reef position himself just behind her. Something big and hard knocked on her back door, trying to force in where the tongue had just been. Once more, she panicked!
Having her cherry burst by this man was one thing, but she knew she'd have to see a doctor and answer a lot of embarrassing questions if she let him plow her back there!
Waldo's hand came roughly down on Becky's ass, slapping one cheek so hard it left a dark print.
"Open it up, goddamn it! Or I'll tear in and force it!"
The same voice that she always heard in her rape fantasies about Captain LeFeu! Yes, he'd take a woman this way, with no thought to her pleasure or dignity. Again, the heat welled up in her groan and she felt her vagina opening its lips, yawning with passion. She relaxed the muscle of her ass and immediately let out a scream when she felt the waiting head tear through the ring and start to pack her rear channel.
George clapped his hand over her mouth and moved down on his side in front. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it over his hip. This left her pussy completely open to him. He looked down and saw his teacher's cock two-thirds into the asshole and still sinking. He rubbed the head of his own cock against the vagina until he found the opening and pushed just as hard, sinking half his pole inside.
"GAAAAAGH!" Becky shrieked, yanking her face away.
George grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth into his chest. He could feel tears running down his skin, but he didn't care. The feel of Becky's cunt for the first time drove every other sensation from his body.
She was pinned now, between the two humping men. The cock was all the way up her ass, turning her virgin rectum to fire. She'd never realized physical pain could be so intense. They seemed to be matching their strokes, slamming into her from front and back at the same time. She was sure her insides would fall out when they finished.
"No-no-please--" she sobbed, crying against George's chest and not caring if she begged, something she seldom did. Surely they must realize that she couldn't take it this way. They both had such big dicks, and the one in her bowels was the biggest! Yet, even in her agony, the tingles and heat in her loins continued to build and build.
Tony slipped his cutoffs down and masturbated openly, not caring now if anybody saw him. The sight on the beach was worth every minute of the spying expedition, and he imagined doing the same thing to Louise. It would tickle the shit out of him, he decided, to see Louise get a cock in her butt! And up her cunt at the same time. Especially since she always put such a high value on it.
Without realizing that she was aiding the two men fucking her, Becky tried to pull off George's cock. She succeeded in burying Waldo's pole more firmly than ever in her ass. With a little groan, she quickly tried to dislodge it and found George's cock banging the back of her womb. It gave her tormentors ideas.
"Hey," Waldo groaned, "do that again! By god, she's doing the fucking now!"
"I am not!" Becky sobbed.
George got the idea, too, and took his cue from his teacher. When Waldo Reef pulled almost all the way out of Becky's tight rear tunnel, George plowed forward with intense force. When he withdrew until only the head of his excited cock was lodged in her pussy, the older man shoved up her backside with all his might. In a moment they were working as a team, using Becky's private parts like a new toy. They both held her still, keeping their target steady.
"Oh! Oh, god, you're killing me!" Becky wailed. She had stopped crying, but her face was a contorted mask of pain. Only her green, catlike eyes betrayed the excitement she was feeling. Feeling with more intensity by the second.
Becky was experiencing more outrage than discomfort at the moment. In a couple of short weeks, ever since she had gotten the notion of searching for the sunken treasurer, she had used her body in one way or another to win support for the idea. Her maidenhead had been broken, her throat had been used for an alternate pussy, and now her ass was being torn to shreds. She could hardly remember what it had been like to let George think she was a "lady."
Then, she decided, what the hell! Didn't Louise Felts let Tony Gibbs ball her right in plain sight at the local passion pit? All the girls seemed to be doing it, and not making a big deal out of it, either. At least, Becky reasoned, she was leading the competition at the moment. And she wasn't doing it to get a museum named in her honor, either. Fuck Waldo Reef! Fuck George, too! She'd make them carry out her plan, and it would be for her own personal gain!
Suddenly, Becky's eyes stared coldly into George's. She felt like spitting in his face.
"All right, then!" she growled, her voice seeming to come from somewhere deep within her. Waldo had heard the sound and knew what it meant. George was a little puzzled. "Go on, fuck the living hell out of me! You, too, you buggerer!" she yelled over her shoulder. "Both of you get your rocks off! We have work-real work to do!"
They both began to fuck her harder.
"Yeah! Owwww, owwww, god! Owwww, shit! Annn-ngh!" Becky's new sounds came as a complete surprise to George. She had started to buck her ass back and forth, taking the initiative, forcing one, then the other of the cocks into her.
The cocks were beginning to drive her crazy. All the pain seemed to dissolve into a fire that was consuming her, flicking up and around her hips, her ass, her belly, and, most important, her cunt. The flames roared steadily inside her womb, burning her open, inside out. She didn't know if she was being torn up or not, and she scarcely cared. A fire this intense would cause a giant explosion, she knew.
"YES!" Becky wailed. "DO IT! DO IT! BOTH OF YOU FUCKERS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Her voice sounded like it was being torn from her lungs. Waldo and George had to hold onto her tighter. Her pelvis was rotating so quickly they could feel their cocks being forced from their respective channels. It was the last thing they wanted at the moment, as close as they were to popping their nuts. And they knew it was the last thing Becky wanted, too.
"AHHHHHH, SHIITTT-!" Becky howled. "HURRY NOW! BOTH OF YOU SHOOT INSIDE ME! LET ME FEEL YOU COMING WHEN I DO!"
"I'm coming, bitch!" George panted, opening his mouth and throwing back his head.
Waldo Reef just grunted, but Becky could feel his cock turning into an iron pipe.
Becky tossed her head from side to side.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" she grunted. "NOW! NOW!"
George's voice pierced the evening air, louder than the others. She felt his sperm begin to wash the walls of her pussy.
"MY GOD!" she howled. "NO! PULL OUT!"
"TOO LATE, BITCH!" he managed to gasp out loudly.
Then there was another loud cry from Waldo Reef and for the first time in her life she felt sperm flood her rectum. She was drowning in it, drenched and not caring, really, as her own climax rose inside her like a geyser. It was almost there! She squeezed her cunt muscles and her sphincter at the same time, feeling both cocks at once, pressing and holding them. It felt like one solid rod running all the way through, bending only in the middle.
"GAAAAAGH!" she screamed, and the eruption started. Her head spun dizzily through the clouds, and she knew it was the most intense orgasm to date. Later, when she would have more time to think about it, she would reason that despite the humiliations men could put a girl through, they certainly helped achieve better explosions.
Tony Gibb's head was spinning too, and throbbing at the moment. His cum splashed onto the white sands of the dunes where he knelt, landing noiselessly between his knees. He almost fell forward from the sensation. By the time he controlled his senses enough to notice the threesome on the blanket, most of the physical action had come to a halt. They were still joined, but they were quietly letting their overexcited nerves quiet down. When he was soft enough to do so, he stuffed his cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. Then he scurried back down to his car, started it, and pulled slowly out, keeping his headlights off until he was a good distance from the parking area.
"What was that?" Becky asked, squeezing the last few drops of cum from Waldo and George.
"I didn't hear anything," George said.
"I thought it sounded like a car," she insisted.
"Didn't see any lights," Waldo said, sighing deeply and feeling his prick go soft in her ass.
"Shit!" she said, forcing both men out of her, and rising to a sitting position. "If anybody was spying on us, a fat lot of good you two would be!"
She stood up and looked down at them, lying on their backs, their softening pricks hanging wetly over their balls.
"Okay, you two," she said evenly but firmly, "let's get on with the lesson! At the rate we're going we'll never be ready to dive for the treasure!"
They put their bathing suits back on and prepared to get into their gear. Neither of them was in the mood to argue now.
How different things might have turned out for Constance Wellingford, Becky thought, if Constance Wellingford had only had balls!
CHAPTER SIX
George was a little embarrassed to see Louise again. He had ignored her ever since he and Becky had become steadies, and he wondered just why she had asked him to come by her house. Louise wasn't running true to form, that was for sure. He noticed that her parents' car wasn't in the drive. Neither was Tony's. He wondered why. Then it dawned on him that Louise had asked him over when nobody else would be there. He felt even more embarrassed-and a little nervous, too.
Louise opened the door and flashed him a wide smile. Her dark hair was all combed out, hanging over her shoulders, and she was wearing nothing but baby doll pajamas! George almost blushed.
"He, Louise," he said, giving her a quick smile in return.
"Hi, yourself. Long time, no see."
"Yeah."
"Come on in."
She stood aside and let him enter. The house was familiar. He and Louise had balled there many times when her parents were away. It wasn't as big as Becky's, but Louise's parents didn't have that kind of money. The living room was softly lit, and he could see mixed drinks already made on the coffee table by the sofa.
"Just a little something to relax with," Louise said, handing him a glass.
"Relax?" George asked, taking the drink and tasting it. "Are we nervous or something?"
Louise laughed. She had an easy, outgoing manner when she wanted to use it. She curled up on an overstuffed easy chair, facing the sofa, and nodded for him to sit down. He did.
"I'm not going to waste a minute of your time, George," she said. "Let's get down to business."
George felt a chill along his spine. He didn't know why. When Louise made statements like this, he knew she had something up her sleeve. And usually she wanted something. Furthermore, she almost always knew she could get it.
"Okay, Louise. What is it?" He took another gulp of the drink. It was some kind of cocktail, and it was strong. Louise's parents let her drink when she wanted to. But this was the most potent concoction she'd ever fixed him.
She stared at him, and her dark eyes showed no humor.
"I know that Waldo Reef is giving you and Becky Sands scuba lessons. I know you're planning to make a dive for the Wellingford chest. And I know Becky is fucking both of you. The story about the dive will appear in the school paper on Monday. The rest of it will be told to Becky's parents in a letter. It's already written, waiting to be mailed--"
George almost dropped his drink. He didn't know how Louise had found all this out, but he didn't think for one moment that she was guessing. Louise was a thorough, calculating girl. He put his drink down on the coffee table a little shakily.
"Okay. Now what?" he asked.
Louise's face had become a hard mask. Her smile was more like a sneer, and she shoved her legs straight out, spread. The pale green nylon of the baby doll panties clung tightly to her crotch.
"You wouldn't want those things to happen, would you, George?" she asked.
He couldn't deny it. Becky might think he was behind it somehow, if the story of what they were doing broke, and if her parents found out about him and Mr. Reef fucking Becky. She'd think he arranged it out of revenge or something. Becky meant a lot to him, and Louise knew it. He could see it all being over in a hurry. Becky being sent out of town to school-a hassle with his own parents. Reef being fired from his job, because of Mr. Sand's social position- "You're crazy, Louise," he said. "You couldn't do those things, even if your information was correct."
"Couldn't I?" Louise asked, smiling again. "Wait and see!"
Again, George felt the little chill down his spine.
"All right, all right, what do you want?"
"You'd do just about anything to hold onto that snotty little chick, wouldn't you?" Louise asked.
George nodded his head, and waited. He knew Louise had been really pissed when he broke it off with her. He should have been more careful. Louise was famous for her revenge.
"I want to be included in the diving expedition. I want a share in the loot if we're successful."
George put his head in his hands. He didn't know how it could be arranged, but he'd have to try.
"Okay," he said. He rose to his feet. "I'll fix it if I can--"
"Not can, George," Louise said. "Will! You mil fix it!"
"All right. I'll fix it. I'm going now." He made a move to leave.
"Oh, no you don't, George," Louise said. "I'm not finished with you yet!"
George stopped. Something very close to hatred was boiling up inside him.
"What now?"
"This," Louise replied, spreading her legs wider. "I want you to crawl over here and stick your nose in my pussy!"
George's face turned red with anger. "Go fuck yourself!" he snapped. Louise closed her legs.
"That letter will get mailed to Becky's father tonight!"
George couldn't believe his ears! His anger reached a new peak.
"What the fuck do you want me to be-a puppy dog?" he asked.
"That's right," Louise answered, smiling more sweetly than ever. "You'll be my puppy dog any time I want it! If not, your little girlfriend-and you-and Mr. Waldo Reef-will find yourselves in more trouble than you ever thought was possible!"
"You dirty bitch!"
Louise jumped to her feet. She looked like an angry Amazon warrior, her eyes flashing brightly.
"Get out! The deal's off! The letter gets mailed and the story gets printed! Get out!" Her face was frighteningly alive.
George took a deep breath.
"Hold on, Louise," he said. He was usually able to muster up common sense when it was needed. "Okay, you win! Just don't fly off the handle and do anything foolish--"
Louise smiled triumphantly. She always knew when she had won. She planted her feet wide on the living room carpet.
"Crawl, then, Georgie," she said. "Crawl!"
George dropped to his knees, keeping his eyes on hers. He leaned over and planted his hands on the carpet. Then he started to crawl towards her.
"Faster!" she snapped. "I want my doggy to run to me!"
Becky had heard a car pulling away from the beach the other night, when he and Reef had double fucked her. It must have been Louise- He crawled quickly to where she stood and stopped in front of her, looking up. Her rather large breasts heaved with excitement and strained against the thin material of her pajamas. He could see her dark nipples underneath. The white breasts contrasted with the suntanned skin.
"Sniff it!" Louise said, shoving her pelvis forward.
He buried his nose into her crotch, and noticed the rather acrid smell of her overheated pussy. Despite himself, he felt his cock getting hard. It wasn't the first time he'd had his nose in Louise's snatch, but it seemed like it. She had never gotten him into such a servile position before- "GET YOUR NOSE IN THERE!" she demanded loudly. A slight chill of fear crawled over his flesh. Louise wasn't acting, he knew. She had been angry and hurt by him, and he'd always calculated that she could be a dangerous enemy. Well, win some, lose some-He buried his nose more firmly into the soft little mound that seemed to close over him, forcing him to breathe through is mouth.
"Now sniff!" she hissed. "Sniff loud!"
He sniffed at her cunt for several seconds, feeling more chills creep over him when he realized how obediently he minded her orders. Then she slipped the bottoms of her baby dolls down and her black pubic bush was tickling his nose.
"I had a doggie once," she said, "who used to sniff me all over. When nobody was around I'd even let him put his little tongue in all the places I shouldn't have--"
She yanked away from him and turned around. Her round white buttocks were in front of his face and she bent over, letting him see how the dark hairs traveled up into her asscrack. Reaching back, she spread the cheeks and exposed her pink, puckered anus.
"Sniff that, too!" Louise said firmly.
"Awwww-come on, Louise--"
"SNIFF IT, I SAID!"
George buried his nose in her ass. His cock became so stiff it felt like it would burst. A sudden rush of excitement went through him, like the heat of a hundred suns. His heart began to pound in his chest and he felt his thighs grow weak. At the moment, Louise could have made him grovel. He was becoming her slave, and, like it or not, the situation was turning him on.
"Now lick it," Louise murmured. He felt like throwing her on the floor and beating the shit out of her, but he found himself doing what she wanted. He reached up and spread the soft, white buttocks. Then he flicked out his tongue and circled the pink pucker once or twice, imagining the way Waldo Reef had done it to Becky.
"Get your tongue in there!" Louise snarled.
George shot his tongue out and stabbed into Louise's asshole. He grabbed her thighs, soft and firm at the same time, and held on while he licked deeply into the crevice. She was hot that night, he realized. Perhaps from the excitement of the game she was forcing him to play.
"Yessssss-!" she hissed. "That's right, puppy dog! Lick in there! Poke your tongue all the way inside!"
He licked deeper and she opened her muscle ring to let him go as far as he possibly could. She bent all the way over, resting her hands against the chair she had been sitting in. Her pussy lips, drooping and drooling moisture, suddenly confronted his mouth.
"Now be a good doggie and lap it all up. All of it!"
She had a hairy cunt for a girl her age, and he moved his mouth down, sucking in the moisture from the black hairs as he went. Louise groaned and made little circles, forcing him to keep his mouth on target. Even this, he decided, she wasn't going to make easy for him.
Suddenly Louise straightened up and turned around. She started to tear off her pajamas.
"Get out of your clothes, and be quick about it!" she ordered.
George didn't argue. He stripped as quickly as he could, sitting on the floor. She hadn't given him permission to rise, and he didn't care. He liked seeing her over him, dominant, bossing. When he was naked she circled his body, seeming to appraise it for the first time.
"Hmmmm-not bad--" Louise said. "Let's see you beat your meat!"
Although Louise was a little on the crude side, he'd seldom heard her talk this way. His heart felt like it was going to pound through his chest and there was no denying the state his cock was in. She would have had to be blind not to see his excitement. He lay back and stroked his pole up and down, looking straight into her eyes.
She straddled his hips and slowly began to sink down, placing her dripping cunt directly over his rod. He closed his eyes and waited for the sensation of her warm pussy to envelop his like a tight glove. Instead, he felt a sharp kick in his side. Her feet were bare, but it still hurt.
"What the fuck-!" George protested.
Louise backed away, doing a little dance and smiling more cruelly than ever.
"No you don't!" she hissed. "Not until I'm included in the diving party!"
He winced from the kick in his side, but he noticed that his cock almost exploded. Music was coming from a stereo in the room and Louise started to dance around him in circles, rotating her pussy over his face each time she came near. He could see the moisture from his mouth on her cunt hairs, hanging like little pearls, mingling with her own natural juices. He wanted another taste of her.
"Sit on my face-let me eat you out," he whispered.
"Oh, no!" Louise answered, still dancing. "You have another pussy to eat now!"
"I want yours, Louise."
She grabbed her breasts and jiggled them up and down, letting them bounce heavily over his face. He felt his seed bubbling around in his nuts, and he had to stop stroking his pole for fear he'd end it all prematurely.
"I'll arrange it," George said, and then he wondered how she had managed to get what she wanted so easily.
Louise smiled more broadly than ever.
"Will you?" she asked, straddling him once more and squatting. "Will you fix it for me to join the search party?"
Her crotch lowered. He wanted to lift his head, but he knew he'd be better off if he let her sit straight down on him.
"Yes! I'll fix it, goddamn it! Now let me eat you out!"
She squatted until her black pubic hairs tickled his nose. She rubbed her crotch back and forth, barely touching his face. Her female odors penetrated his nostrils again, and he closed his eyes and played a little touch game with his tongue.
"And if that little redheaded bitch makes trouble, you'll side with me?"
"YES!" he almost snapped. Perspiration was running down his forehead. He opened his mouth and waited for her to sink her whole cunt down to his willing lips and tongue.
"Suck it, then!"
Her crotch came crushing down. She ground her pelvis into him and moaned with pleasure when she felt him begin to lick deeply inside.
"That's a good little doggie," she sighed. "Owwww, lick it out good now! It's the best one you ever had your mouth on, isn't it, George?"
"Humpf!" he answered, making a loud slurping noise.
"Keep jerking yourself!"
His fist became a blur on his cock and she knew he probably wouldn't be able to hold off very long.
He heard her moan loudly and her cunt opened and closed on his tongue. You bitch! he thought while he ate her. You fucking beautiful bitch! He felt himself about to come. He didn't care. He could have come twelve times and he still wouldn't want to stop eating her. He wanted to wash his face in her pussy juices, to suck her inside out, and then keep sucking until her pussy dried up and turned to dust. He ran his mouth back to her asshole once more and felt her explode. Her loud cry-almost a scream-seemed lost in space, because his own orgasm overtook him and suddenly his belly and chest were flooded with thick, white belly and chest were flooded with thick, white sperm.
When she stood up finally, her legs wobbling slightly, his face was drenched in pussy juice. He licked his lips and groaned.
"Give me some more, Louise. Let me eat you for a long time!"
"No," she answered. He opened his eyes and saw that she was getting dressed. "Get out of here now, George, and believe me, if you double-cross me on this diving thing I'll make it rough for you and your girlfriend."
George sat up and pulled on his clothes. He was angry with her, but he would have crawled back for more. He had to get out of the house, clear his head, breathe some fresh air. Before he got to the door Louise stopped him, pressing a small object into his hand.
"What's this?" he asked.
"A little present for your girlfriend. Just to show her that I'm on the team now and there are no hard feelings."
He looked down and saw that she had given him a necklace. A plain gold chain, very delicate, with a shark's tooth dangling from the end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Who spied on us, you or Tony?" Becky asked, yanking Louise aside. They were outside on the school-grounds, between classes. Louise pulled free of Becky's grasp and tossed her head back.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Listen, Louise," Becky said. "You won't get away with this! We can't have another person in the diving party. We'll get in each other's way."
"You'll need a boat crew. Tony and I don't intend to dive--"
"Tony!"
"Yes. He's naturally included. He and I don't do anything without each other--"
Becky's face seethed with anger.
"You might as well print the story in our shitty old newspaper then. We'll have the whole town in on the treasure hunt, anyway!"
Louise laughed.
"Don't be so emotional, Becky," said, walking away. "If we find the treasure, a five-way split won't be so bad--" Louise went off in the direction of the science building, leaving Becky staring after her open-mouthed.
Waldo Reef was alone in his classroom when Louise arrived and shut the door behind her. He looked up from his desk and put down the papers he'd been grading.
"Yes, Louise? What can I do for you?" he asked. Louise quickly locked the door and crossed the room. He was quite astounded by her behavior but he waited for her to explain.
"Mr. Reef," Louise said, "George told me about your treasure hunt and asked me to come in on it."
Waldo's eyebrows shot up.
"George asked you to do that?"
"Yes. And Becky, too."
"Becky?" Waldo stared at her in total disbelief. "They said they'll need people on the boat."
"That's true, but--"
"And George thought Tony and I would be perfect. So we checked it out with Becky, and--" Waldo's face grew angry.
"Becky Sands is not running the show-I'll still be in charge of the expedition!"
"My opinion exactly, Mr. Reef," Louise said, crossing around the desk and taking one of his hands in both of hers. He started to pull away, then let her hold it. She was wearing a skirt that hung loosely away from her thighs, but he could see the way it clung to her snug behind. She had on a blouse that tied in the front and left part of her stomach bare. Her round breasts pressed against the thin material and it was obvious to him that she wasn't wearing a brassiere.
"Oh, Mr. Reef!" Louise continued, "I really can't tell you how thrilled I'd be to be included! I'd feel like I was doing my part in an important discovery! Of course, the contents of the chest aren't very scientific--"
"Priceless, all the same, and who knows what else might be there? The discovery could have great historical effect, you know."
Louise decided to give it to him now with both barrels.
"And to think--they could even build a museum to house it all in--"
"Yes. I was thinking of that just the other night."
"With your name on it, maybe, and I could tell people that I helped find the priceless treasures inside--"
Waldo was beginning to like Louise more all the time. After a couple of mild snubs in recent years, when he'd tried to brush up against her or make a subtle proposition, he'd backed away and filed her in his mind for future reference. He knew he'd make it into her pants one of these days. He was afraid before he did, though, so would every other male at Coral City High.
"That's a nice thought, Louise."
"Yes. I don't like Becky's idea, though. I mean, combining your two names, because they sound so, so oceany together-and calling it THE SANDS-REEF MUSEUM!"
Waldo felt even angrier. He decided Becky Sands would have to be put in her place before all this was over. If he didn't need her father's money to help out with expenses he'd toss her butt to the sharks personally.
Somehow, in her excitement, Louise had clasped his hand to her breasts, just above the knot in her blouse, deeply into the valley that separated the delicious melons. He could feel her heart beat.
"I-uh-I didn't know you were so interested in sunken treasure and that sort of thing, Louise--" he muttered, feeling embarrassment rise in him in direct proportion to his sexual arousal.
"Oh, yessssss-!" Louise sighed, sounding like she was having an orgasm. She let go of his hand and he kept it on her blouse, moving a couple of fingers onto one of the hills.
Louise had been burning up with curiosity about Mr. Reef ever since Tony came back with his report of the scene on the beach. She'd noticed him looking at her for years, and she knew it would be easy enough to make him, but now the time seemed just right. If she could establish him as her ally, and the treasure hunt was successful, she could end up better off than that Sands bitch, and it was the most wonderful revenge she could think of at the moment.
Waldo felt the heat begin to rise from her body. She took his hand once more and ran it slowly over each of her tits, then down to her bare midriff. Her thighs parted slightly and he also felt heat coming from there, penetrating every pore of his hand. He continued to feel down until his hand pressed into her vee. The cotton material of her skirt skidded against the nylon that covered her tense mound. He had a sudden urge to bury his face in that heat.
Louise watched him take off his horn-rims and put them on the desk. She had never seen him without them and she thought he was much more handsome now. He slid to his knees on the floor and ran his hands up under her skirt, rubbing his fingers in little circles all over her thighs. Then he grabbed the tops of her panties and pulled them a little roughly down her legs. He almost pulled her off balance and she grabbed his shoulders for support.
He lifted her skirt and threw it over his head. Before she could step out of her panties his mouth was on her vagina, inhaling the aroma of her young excitement. His hands cupped her buttocks and suddenly his tongue was inside her pussy lips licking hard at her clit. Her legs grew weak and almost buckled. It was so different, she thought, to have Mr. Reef on his knees instead of George. George she had been able to dominate and make grovel at her feet. This man would stay in charge no matter which of them was kneeling. There was an adult aggressiveness about his mouth that sent intense waves of electricity shooting through her loins.
She'd seen her father eat her mother out this way once, in the kitchen, when they didn't know she was in the house. They were standing and drinking martinis. Mother had been wearing a dress with a full skirt. Company was coming for dinner and she had a neat little apron over the expensive frock while she attended to last-minute cooking matters. Her father must have been unable to resist the urge, because Louise saw him put down his drink and cross quickly to the sink, where her mother had turned for some glasses. He was on his knees before she felt him touch her and he bent her straight forward and reached up for the top of her pantyhose. He yanked them down over her somewhat fleshy but beautifully shaped ass and the panties next. Louise had a clear picture of her mother's cunt, black and hairy, drooping through her thighs when she bent. She remembered the way a thick trail of the hair swept into the crack of the ass, and Louise wondered if someday she would look the same.
"Please, Hank!" Louise's mother had protested. Then her throat uttered a little cry when she felt him press his mouth into her buttocks and lick her from her asshole to her vagina.
Louise had had to jump out of the way when he roughly turned her around. She'd been standing in the doorway in open surprise, too startled by the sight to make a move.
Her mother didn't see her move quickly to the side of the doorway, out of sight, but continuing to peek through the small opening the door and wall made.
There was no pretest on Mrs. Felt's face when he turned her roughly around and yanked her panties over her shoes. She was already breathing heavily and she grabbed his neck and spread her thighs as wide as possible for his starved mouth. Louise could hear tiny little cries come from her mother, like shrill bird noises. She'd heard them outside their bedroom at night often enough. But seeing her father's head disappear under the organdy cocktail dress and hearing them at the same moment gave them a new meaning. Louise had never had her pussy eaten at that time and she wondered what it would feel like as she watched. The shorts she wore were brief and she slid two fingers to her crotch and rubbed inside. While she watched her mother being eaten, she pretended the fingers were a tongue. Quickly, she wet them with her mouth and put them back under her shorts. The sensation was almost complete, she supposed, and she didn't wonder that her mother got such a strong reaction.
Her mother yanked her skirt up around her waist, and Louise was able to see the energy with which her father ate the furry cunt. A couple of times she saw her mother's bush quite clearly, but it was over almost before it started. Her mother cried out loudly several times and her body began to rotate from the pelvis. She held his head and humped his face furiously until the last tingling spasms erupted through her, then leaned back against the sink with a sigh.
At the same moment Louise felt a shudder go through her. She had brought herself to orgasms before, all the girls at school had as far as she knew, but this was one of her most successful to date. She leaned heavily against the wall, waiting for her deep breathing to return to normal, before she pulled her sticky fingers away from her crotch. Then she tiptoed from the kitchen door and made her way silently to her bedroom.
Now, standing with Waldo Reefs head under her skirt, she was reminded once more, and vividly, of the scene.
"Gungh! Gungh! Gungh!" Louise grunted, holding his hair and pressing her crotch hard against him. His five o'clock shadow was scratching her tender thighs but she didn't care. She wouldn't have cared if he'd made her bleed. "EAT IT! EAT IT!" she gasped.
He'd had a finger in her pussy while he nibbled and bit gently at her clit. This he shoved back to her asshole now and stabbed straight in, burying and rotating it at the same time. He sensed that she was ready to come and he'd found this trick very effective when he ate cunts in the past.
"Oh, god!" Louise almost screamed, feeling impaled on the finger but unwilling to pull away from it. "OH, GOD, I'M COMING! I'M COMING! AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!"
He wanted to throttle her for making so much noise, but she had reached the crucial moment and a whip across his back couldn't have pulled him away from her when he felt her cunt muscles closing and releasing on his tongue. Her sweet young juices were flowing out, mingling with his spit, making the whole dish a tasty turn-on. He stood up quickly and almost shoved her backwards. She could see the incredible length of his hard penis trailing down his thigh under his boxer shorts. There was too much to bring through the fly so he unbuckled his trousers and shoved them down, his shorts with them.
"OH!" Louise said, staring at the thick cock with surprise.
"Come on, let's not waste all day," he said, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her to her knees. The head of his cock was being banged against her lips even before she had time to open her mouth. When she did he forced himself inside until she felt like he was trying to put his fist down her throat.
"GAAAGH!" she choked loudly, holding his thighs and pressing them gently away.
He became less forceful in his shoves and she found she could take quite a bit of the thick slab all the way down. She was no newcomer to cocksucking, and the size of his heat gave her a challenge. Louise was a girl who liked challenges.
She cupped his hairy nuts in her hand and tried forcing more and more of the shaft down. She stopped, came up off it, and took a deep breath. The head was bouncing and oozing juice in front of her nose.
"NOW!" he groaned. "GET IT NOW!"
George and Tony had come off in her mouth a lot of times, but she found herself completely unprepared for the amount of semen that jetted from the science teacher. It came in floods, gagging her, forcing her to swallow, running out of her mouth and down her chin. She felt some slide between the valley of her breasts and trickle stickily there. He untied her blouse and grabbed her tits while she finished him, bucking his hips back and forth and making her take every last drop. He was surprised that she swallowed as much as she did. When he could feel the last jerk and twitch, he pulled out of her throat matter-of-factly.
"That was nice, Louise. We'll have to do that again."
She stood up and wiped her mouth. Then she smiled at him.
"That depends," she said.
"On what?"
"Am I with you on the treasure hunt?"
"Why not?" he thought. Becky's concern for the number of people involved in the project was strictly mercenary. So many people had failed to recover the Wellington Fortune that now the only real interest they could generate in Coral City would be complete success. And he didn't intend to profit from it.
"Why not?" he said. "The more the merrier. Like I said, the money isn't that important to me--"
Only to my reputation, he thought to himself. When it comes time to soak up the glory, if we find it, I'll get more than my share of that!
"Then we might have a lot of nice afternoons like this," she said, yanking up her panties. He quickly stuffed his half erect cock back into his shorts and zipped up. I don't know what these little bitches think they'll get out of me, he thought. But I'll sure get a lot of fucking while they butter me up!
Louise, leaving the classroom, thought: Plan A completed. Now on to Plan B!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Becky was feeling disgusted with men in general. Tony, she was sure, was the spy who'd squealed to Louise about the treasure hunt. She supposed Louise blackmailed George into letting her and Tony join the party. And Waldo Reef had gone along with the idea, too.
They're no fucking good, any of them, Becky decided. But in a lot of ways they beat women!
Funny, she thought, before she popped her cherry she had had nothing but good experiences with "nice" boys. George had been the first really horny stud who came on strong with her, although she figured her lack of encouragement before George had something to do with that.
The five of them spent all day Saturday being briefed on their equipment. When it was time to go for a practice dive Becky begged off, telling them she was tired. Actually, she'd needed to be alone, to let her anger cool and to think. She drove down to the old amusement pier. The place, once lively and milling with a carnival atmosphere, was almost a ghost town. Several of the rides had been left to rust in the sun, and all the little shops, with the exception of a diner, were closed almost year around.
The pier itself was still used for fishing but Becky had little interest in watching that so she decided to walk along the seawall, away from the pier, past arcades and former drinking places with broken glass or boarded up fronts. The original painted signs in front of these places were almost completely washed away by sun and salt. Halfway down the seawall, almost out of sight of the fishermen on the pier, she saw the bum. He was shoeless and unshaven and he tossed a pint wine bottle into the ocean. His trousers, probably stolen, were too long and rolled up over his ankles. His shirt looked like something that might wash up on shore.
Becky had an urge to turn back, but he saw her and she didn't want to make her nervousness too obvious.
When he passed he smiled at her and what few teeth he had were yellow and disgusting to her. She passed quickly by, taking only one timid glance at his face, but the seawall was narrow and he grabbed hold of her skirt. She pulled quickly away and walked faster, still going in the opposite direction of the pier. A chain link fence had been constructed to her left for half a mile, and there was no direction to walk in except straight ahead, back to where the bum was, or into the sea. Sharp rocks formed the base of the seawall, so the latter possibility was out.
"Hey, girlie!" the man called. Becky started to run. She glanced over her shoulder, which she shouldn't have done, and saw that he was following her, not at a run but with a steady, quick stagger that was even more frightening.
When her lungs felt like they would burst she saw the police car. The fence had a gate and the seawall sloped down to an old stone boat ramp. The car was parked on a dirt road that led to the fence. Evidently the fenced-in private property was patrolled from time to time.
Becky was never so glad to see anyone in her life. She waved her hands and yelled at the top of her lungs while she ran forward, putting more distance between her and her pursuer by the second. When she reached the gate she found it was open and she flung herself through it and over to the open window of the patrol car, where a burly, brown-haired officer sat looking at her quizzically.
"That man!" Becky panted, leaning against the car and gasping for breath. "He was chasing me!"
"What man?" the policeman asked.
"There!" Becky said, pointing back to where she'd come from.
The policeman got out of the car and she took him over to the seawall. When they looked up towards the pier she found that a misty haze shrouded all but the last hundred feet or so.
"He was up there!" Becky said, still breathing hard. "He was some kind of bum, and he tried to grab my skirt."
The policeman saw that she was highly agitated and had been frightened, but he was used to dealing with girls her age in beach resort towns.
"Come back to the car and I'll fill out a complaint," the officer said.
"Gee-maybe I shouldn't do that," Becky said.
"Come on!"
There was a masculine sternness in his voice that she obeyed. She followed him back to the patrol car and he told her to sit next to him in front while he wrote. When they were inside, he turned to her. His face was handsome in a rough-hewn way. She would have guessed he was born and raised on a farm. He was quite beefy, probably from too much beer, she supposed.
"Now," he said, turning to her. "Why don't you tell me why you really were down here?"
"I was just walking," Becky replied. "After I parked my car."
"Where do you live?"
She gave him her address in town. The old amusement pier was several miles on the outskirts.
"Any identification?" he asked.
Becky hadn't brought anything with her. Not even her driver's license.
"Whew!" the policeman said, as though she were confessing something very serious. Becky became alarmed.
"Listen, my license is at home, I swear it, and my father's a banker, and I really was just taking a walk!"
"You kids!" the officer said. "You're real pissers these days, aren't you?" He looked at her skirt and boy's shirt, and her sandals, which were her favorites-worn and disreputable. Her hair was windblown from running along the seawall and she supposed she didn't present a very good appearance to him.
"You know what I think?" the policeman asked. "I think you were out here trying to peddle your pussy for the price of a fix. You a junkie?"
Becky was almost livid with anger. She opened the door to get out of the car but he pulled her back in and shoved her painfully back against the closed door.
"I suppose you don't know this here's a hangout for hookers and junkies, do you? Oh, no! Little miss innocent here doesn't know those things. She just comes all the way down here by herself. Whatsa matter, your boyfriend try to fuck you for a fix? I see that happen all the time, lady!"
Becky was close to tears. His face was close to hers, and she could smell his burly perspiration.
"Please!" she wailed. "Please let me go! I haven't done anything wrong, really I haven't!"
"Banker's daughter!" he laughed nastily. "Who you trying to shit? A banker's daughter dressed in shit like you got on?"
He saw that she was sobbing hard now, her face buried in her hands.
"You know girls get raped down here?" he asked. She shook her head. "Well, you better believe it. I oughta run you in, but I'm going to do you a favor instead."
Becky opened her tear-stained eyes.
"What kind of favor?" she asked, sniveling.
"I'm gonna show you what happens to you little hippie shits when they come down this seawall. It'll teach you a lesson. That's the favor I'm gonna do for you!"
She noticed his arm groping with something in his lap. When she looked down she saw him holding his cock in his hand, already erect, the foreskin halfway pulled back on the bulbous head. Without a word he grabbed her hair and pulled her head into his lap. She noticed the peculiar odor of his uniform trousers, so different from the polyesters and jeans she was Used to. A heavy musky smell came from his crotch, and she wanted to throw up. It was a nightmare to have to suck a man's cock who had just insulted her this way. If she hadn't been so frightened, thoughts of murder would have entered her head.
He forced her mouth down on the head and her stretched lips pushed the foreskin all the way back over the knob. It seemed slippery and it tore straight back to her throat.
"Gah-damnnnnnn!" the officer yelled, shoving his hips up and holding her down until she struggled, strangling for breath.
When he let her up she wailed: "It's too big to take like that!"
He laughed.
"Well, well, listen to the banker's daughter now! You're a regular little whore, aren't you, lady?"
She wished he'd stop calling her "lady." It hadn't been many weeks ago that she had behaved herself like a real lady.
"If you can't suck it I'm gonna fuck you with it," he said menacingly. A chill of fear ran down Becky's spine.
"But it's too big," she sobbed. "I can't take it all!"
The officer waved his enormous shaft around in front of her face.
"Don't you know cops carry clubs, lady? So we can beat girls like you over the head with them!" He slapped her hard across the cheek with the slippery erection and it stung. More anger than fear was beginning to churn inside Becky now. She saw no way of getting out of the car without being fucked, but he was a mad dog in heat at the moment. When he had time to think things over clearly, he might realize that she posed a threat to him. She wondered what act of self-protection this could trigger off in a man like this. The idea sobered her and started her thinking more clearly. Her first thought was: Don't make it any more difficult than it has to be!
"All right," Becky said matter-of-factly. She sat up and started to remove her shirt. She wore no bra underneath and he could immediately see her perfect, prominent globes. He wanted to lean over and suck the nipples, but he was too surprised by her change of attitude to do anything but stare at her. "If you want to fuck me, go ahead. My boyfriend's cock is a peanut compared to that one. Maybe it's time I learned to get a he-man in there."
The policeman beamed, then laughed a little cruelly.
"Shit, I'll bet you've been fucked with bigger than mine!"
"How could I?" Becky replied, smiling. "I don't think they make them any bigger, do you?" She squirmed out of her cotton skirt and kicked off her sandals. She left her panties on.
"Why don't you take those off me?" she asked, indicating her white nylon bikinis. "Unless you want to tear them off!"
His hand shot out and grabbed her crotch roughly through the nylon.
"Hold on," Becky said, grabbing his hand and holding it still. "Aren't you going to get out of your clothes, too?"
He looked at her cautiously for a moment.
"You try anything funny, lady, and I might beat the shit out of you."
He was the crudest man Becky had ever met. She wondered why her vagina lips were beginning to tense and tremble. He shucked off his trousers, gun belt and shorts. She saw that under the beefiness of his body was a sound muscular structure. She bet he was a football player in school. He kept on his socks and shirt, pulling the shirttails up around his chest. Then she saw his large body and giant cock start to crawl over her.
"Get out of those britches, lady!"
He was not romantic, she decided, but she'd always been fascinated by the study of primitive societies.
"Please, handsome," she cooed, yanking her panties down her thighs and kicking them off, "could you make it wet for me first?"
"Hair Pie!" he shouted, grinning and shooting his face down between her legs. He slurped loudly and roughly, but Becky squeezed her thighs around the sides of his head and managed to maneuver his tongue to all the proper tingly places. She felt a delicious wetness smearing her from cunt to asshole. He wasn't very good with manipulating her clitoris so she reached down and helped him out. His face was sliding in his own spit now, and she felt that her vagina was open enough for the first plunge.
"Fuck me now!" she almost pleaded, scrunching down on the seat and lifting her thighs back. She was breathless in the anticipation of feeling such a big thing push inside her recently virgin cunt. Somehow her decision to cooperate with the policeman had suddenly turned her loins to fire! This, she was certain, was a one-time thing. She was sure of it. Knowing she'd probably never see this man again made her realize that she could assume almost any identity she cared to. It excited her now to play the wanton slut.
"Now-please!" Becky moaned. Her cunt was turning to hot lava.
He pulled his face away from her pussy, his chin almost dripping. With no preliminaries he crawled up over her, feeling surprisingly light considering his weight, and lined up his cock with the freshly licked pussy.
"You asked for it, lady," he said, and gave a shove.
Becky almost screamed. She glanced down to make sure it wasn't his whole hand he was forcing into her tight hole. She felt fear again, afraid she wouldn't stretch enough to accommodate him.
"Ungh!" he grunted, shoving again. Sweat was on his brow. Becky's mouth shot open and a low wail escaped her throat. He knew the reaction well. Almost every woman he fucked acted like a stuck pig at first. He was halfway in and she didn't even know it. Her pussy had begun to clamp down tightly, thinking she was forcing the head out. He shoved again and this time he had to put a hand over her mouth to keep her scream down.
"Yeah, it's just feeling good now, ain't it?" he grunted, moving slowly in and out.
Becky's breath was knocked out of her by the shock of the invasion. She made little animal cries against the palm of his hand, and her head swung back and forth. Then he rammed in all the way and felt her teeth bite into his fingers. He didn't mind so much. She bit less hard as the agony in her womb slowly turned to something she could easily recognize as pleasure.
In a moment he took his hand away and saw her eyes, a combination of pain and lust, staring straight into his.
"Now fuck me, you goddamned pig!" she spat. "Fuck a new hole into me, if you're man enough!"
His face flushed with anger, and also excitement. He began to hammer his heavy buttocks rapidly, letting the weight of his body ram his cock home each time. He could hear the little "Oooof! Oooof!" grunts she made as she tried to regain her normal breathing.
His breathing became labored above her face, and sweat dripped down onto her face and neck and breasts as he pumped faster. It was obvious that he hadn't met many women who asked for it this rough. The tightness of her pussy was unexpected and added an extra strain. He knew he'd have to pop.
"I'm gettin' ready," he grunted.
She dug her nails into his fleshy buttocks and bucked up as fast as she could. It would only take a moment, she knew-another few precious seconds-and the dam would burst within her. The flesh around the base of his cock massaged her clit now, rubbing as though he did it on purpose. Her nails trailed up and scratched his back, leaving long red welts. He didn't seem to notice.
"UNNNNNGH!" he grunted loudly. "HERE IT IS, LADY!"
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Becky yelled at the top of her lungs, unaware that she was doing it. "I FEEL MINE, TOO! IT'S TEARING ME APART! AHHHH, GOD! IT FEELS SO GOOD I COULD-ANNNNGH!"
His cum flooded her womb like a fire hose. Stretched as tight as she was, some of it seeped back down over her asshole. When he pulled out, almost as roughly as he had shoved in, a torrent of the sticky white stuff followed the retreat, oozing down from her freshly fucked hole. He handed her some Kleenex and immediately started dressing. She was finished when he was.
It was getting dark and she asked him to drive her back to the amusement area, where she was parked. She had the impression that if she hadn't asked him he wouldn't have offered.
He drove silently. Hers was the only car parked on the pier and he pulled up alongside it. He made no comment at all when she stepped out. He simply drove away.
George! Waldo Reef! Tony Gibbs. Now that bastard! she thought, climbing into her car and starting the ignition. What a batting average!
On her drive home, Becky decided that she was going to attempt the recovery of the Wellingford Fortune alone!
CHAPTER NINE
Louise was shown, finally, into Al Sand's office. She introduced herself to the lanky, redheaded man as a friend of Becky's and hoped Becky hadn't said too much about her to her parents.
"Always nice to meet a friend of my daughter's," he said, smiling. Then he waited for Louise to come to the point of her visit. He was absolutely stricken with the girl's beauty and wondered how many other friends Becky might have who were this good looking. It would be fun, he thought, if his daughter had a pajama party at the house some night.
Louise, likewise, was surprised that Becky's father was so attractive. She hadn't expected him to look so young, considering that he was a bank president. He reminded her of the star of one of the TV westerns, and wondered if he showed as much bulge in his crotch as the actor did. His business suit, near and trim though it was, didn't reveal much.
Louise came to the point almost immediately after he sat her in a chair across from his large mahogany desk.
"I suppose you've heard of the Wellingford Fortune, Mr. Sands?" He thought for a moment.
"Yes. I believe I read something about it, while I was getting acquainted with Coral City. Something about a shark that guards it-nobody has ever been able to find it because of the dangers-a lot of nonsense, I guess."
"Exactly what we think."
"We?"
"Mr. Reef, the science teacher at school, and Becky and me and some boys we know. We're planning to dive for the treasure, and Mr. Reef is teaching us--"
Al Sands stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Just a minute, now, Becky hasn't said anything about this to me, and I don't think I'd give her permission to take part in anything that could be dangerous--" Louise smiled sweetly.
"But, Mr. Sands, you said yourself that it was nonsense--"
"I don't mean the shark legend. Just the principle. I don't want Becky diving and--"
"But she isn't."
"Oh." Al Sands sat back down. "Then why did you come to see me, Miss Felts?"
"Please call me Louise. You see, Mr. Sands, when Becky was in the party training to make the dive, she mentioned that you might help us financially. Oh, it isn't a lot of money, or anything, and we could probably get what we need one way or another, but we thought if one person could provide us with everything we need, we could cut him in financially just in case we're successful."
Al Sands' brow furrowed.
"You're absolutely sure Becky is no longer a part of this plan?"
"Positive. She told us last night she didn't want any more to do with the dive."
He frowned again. He was annoyed with Becky for getting involved in the first place. The least she could have done was tell her parents why she was away from home so much lately. He was beginning to understand.
"And just what would this little diving expedition involve?" he asked.
"Well, we have some scuba equipment, but we'd need more wet suits, and spear guns, of course, and plenty of air tanks--"
He made mental notes. Most of these things could be rented, he realized.
"-an a boat," Louise continued. "Maybe a small cabin cruiser. A twenty-three footer would do. But it would have to be equipped with a davit for hauling the chest on board, and an air compressor for refilling the tanks, and--"
Al Sands started to laugh.
"Okay, okay, I get the picture," he said, cutting her short. The bank was repossessing a small shrimp boat that would do nicely, he thought, and most of what they needed in the line of heavy equipment was already on board. The other things could be had for peanuts. Still, being a banker, he didn't promise her anything until he milked the bargain for all it was worth to him. "These things would be possible, of course, but I need a day or two to think them over. Perhaps the rest of your party would like to stop by tomorrow and discuss--"
Louise wanted his promise in a hurry. If he discussed her visit with Becky, she'd tell him how badly they'd treated her, and blow the deal.
"I think we could make a deal right now, Mr. Sands," Louise said, moving in a way that let her modest, pleated skirt creep well up over her knees. He was staring down at his hands, not noticing. Slowly, she pulled the skirt to her thighs and parted her legs. "You see, Mr. Sands, I'm not wearing any panties!"
Al Sands' head shot up and he looked again at the girl. He almost choked! Her dark hair hung down over her shoulders, and he'd thought she was a beautiful girl, but now she was a woman in the chair, her breasts pushing tightly against the silky material of her blouse. Down below, where her legs joined at the crotch, there was a prominent thatch of black hair, with only a wink of flesh showing. Her eyes stared hard at him, and he noticed the fullness of her mouth for the first time. His forehead perspired immediately and a hammering started in his chest.
"I-uh-Louise--I--!" he managed to blurt out, stumbling over his words.
It seemed to her that every time she wanted something from a man she had to use the only weapons at her disposal. The game didn't bore her exactly, but once or twice she wondered if all women resorted to the same things. The idea of making it with Becky's father seemed to excite her almost as much as it did him.
"Go ahead and look, Mr. Sands," Louise said. "A little peek never hurt anyone."
Al Sands buzzed a device on his desk. A female voice answered.
"Mrs. Porter, I don't want to be disturbed for a while."
"Yes, Mr. Sands."
He flipped the switch and rose. This time the trim business suit did not hide anything. Louise's eyes bulged when she saw the condition his crotch was in. She had made her move on impulse, not realizing that Becky's father was a stud horse!
"Now," he said, walking around the desk and approaching her chair, "let's get down to a more-serious discussion of your terms, Louise."
He unzipped his trousers and pushed his pelvis toward her.
"Take it out and say hello to it!"
Louise's hand trembled as she reached for his open fly. She had difficulty getting the hardened cock through the opening but he was patient and let her take her time. Once he winced from discomfort but in a moment the whole bloated rod was throbbing excitedly in her hand.
"Do you like to suck cocks, Louise?" he asked.
"I-well-I-I guess so, Mr. Sands."
"Call me Al."
"Yes, Al."
"Does Becky like to suck cocks, too?"
The question surprised Louise with the impact of a sledgehammer. How different older men were from boys! She had always succeeded in dominating Tony and George completely. But Waldo Reef had made her feel like he was her master, and now Becky's father was interrogating her like a Nazi general.
"I don't know, Mr. Sands," she replied meekly.
"Al."
"Al."
"But we've established the fact that you like it, haven't we, Louise?"
"Y-yes--"
"Then suck it, little girl! Get your pretty little mouth around it and suck it!"
A pearl of moisture had collected at the slit. She flicked out her tongue and lapped it up, tasting its sticky sweetness.
He reached down and unbuttoned Louise's blouse. Her breasts exposed themselves one at a time as he captured them in his hands. He was surprised that they were so big, but he had expected quite a lot, judging from the way they'd pushed so tightly against her blouse. He wondered if Becky's breasts were this big. His daughter's physical development hadn't gone unnoticed, although he pushed lustful thoughts of her out of his mind. He was sure his daughter could match this girl in almost every department, although Becky wouldn't be as heavy in later years.
Louise forced her mouth over the entire head of his cock. Her tongue worked over and around the tender flesh, flicking back and forth on the slit, forcing out more of the preseminal fluid, which she seemed to enjoy tasting. He felt his nuts tighten with excitement.
"Hold it," he said, panting a little. "Go into that little room over there."
"Where?" Louise asked, taking the cock from her mouth.
"That door. It's my bathroom. Just in case somebody doesn't take no for an answer and walks in."
Louise rose from the chair. He noticed the way her breasts hung more heavily in a standing position. Her blouse had fallen from her shoulders. The dark nipples were erect.
A fucking nympho! he thought.
"Take your clothes," he said, tossing the blouse to her.
There was a hook behind the bathroom door. He quickly got out of his clothes, not bothering about his long black socks and garters. She was stripped before him. The walls of the bathroom contained large mirrors and they could see thousands of reflections of themselves, spanning infinity.
"Now get down on your knees and do it right!" he panted, grabbing her black hair and forcing her onto the tiled floor. She opened her mouth to receive the head of his cock again but he yanked it up against his hard belly. He was an athletic man with a solid, muscular build for his age.
"Lick my nuts first," he moaned, grinding his crotch and balls against her mouth.
Once more Louise shuddered with excitement to the deep sound of his voice, filled with authority. The way she'd done with Waldo Reef. She wished Tony would dominate her this way, but she expected she'd always have to be the aggressor in their sexual relationship. She couldn't wait to have him on his knees in front of her again, taking orders. Perhaps Becky's father could teach her some pointers.
His balls were covered with a fine brush of red hair. She used the flat of her tongue and licked every square inch of the bulging sac, tasting a slight saltiness. She realized that her pussy was turning to fire and her thighs felt weak, as though they were melting away from her bones. She couldn't control the tremor in her legs.
"You don't know what the fuck you're doing!" he said, almost angrily. "My wife could sure as hell give you lessons. Here, stand up!"
He pulled her to her feet before she had a chance to stand by herself. Then she felt cold porcelain against her rump. He pushed her against the sink and yanked her legs wide apart. She gripped the sides of the sink for support and watched him kneel in front of her and shove his face between her legs. Even on his knees, she thought, he was the master. She was merely doing what he ordered her to do, without questions or protests.
His tongue stabbed directly into her hole, hurting her a little. His mouth covered her vagina like a vacuum cleaner, and in a moment he set up a series of deep sucking pulls that made her feel like her womb was being turned inside out. His tongue licked in circles, with more strength than any man had ever used on her before, and his nose massaged her clit expertly. She almost exploded into pieces. Her orgasm tore through her without warning.
"AAAAAGH!" she screamed, throwing her head back and banging it against the medicine cabinet.
"Shut the fuck up," he said, yanking his dripping mouth out of her crotch and standing up. "The fucking tellers downstairs will hear you!"
Louise didn't care. Her abdomen was rippling with little convulsions she couldn't control and her head seemed to spin and float.
"I-I--" she gasped, trying to talk.
"I know," he replied gruffly. "You came off. I could taste it."
"Y-yesssss--" she said, panting. "I-I have to pee!" He practically shoved her onto the toilet seat. "Go ahead," he said.
"I can't do it with you here!" she said, almost angrily.
"Bullshit!" he said, shoving his throbbing cock in her face again. "Suck on this while you take a leak!"
There didn't seem to be any point in arguing with him. His cock was insinuating itself in a way that made resistance almost impossible. The head banged her mouth so hard she was afraid her lips would get cut. She quickly opened her mouth and took the rod in once more. This time, however, he didn't content himself with having the bulbous head sucked on. He grabbed her ears and forced himself in until she felt the pole going down her throat.
"Suck me off while you piss!"
She could have cried from humiliation, but the pounding in her heart was still going on forcefully.
Even while the first trickles of urine fell into the bowl she felt her pussy tightening once more with excitement. Then he shoved his crotch forward and made her swallow his cock almost to the root. She couldn't imagine where it all went. At the same time she was concentrating on not choking to death, a full rush of piss hosed down into the bowl, and she realized that for the first time in her life she was doing this in front of another person and feeling very little embarrassment.
"Ahhhh, that's good, Louise," he said, almost pleasantly. "Christ, you're a good cocksucker, you know that? You've learned to keep your teeth off it. I don't know how the fuck you girls learn to suck cocks like you do. I'll bet you're draining your boyfriend every fucking night, aren't you?"
His voice was breathless and strained and she couldn't have answered him if she had to. He was using her throat like a cunt, fucking steadily in and out and paying no attention to her occasional gagging sounds.
"Now go for broke!" he hissed, forcing her head back until it rested uncomfortably against the edge of the tank. She had finished pissing and he reached down and grabbed her erect clit between his thumb and forefinger. He saw her give a little jerk as he rolled the small, penis-like nubbin back and forth. He squeezed it hard and felt her throat open all the way. In his awkward standing position his legs began to shake and he felt his seed bubbling and itching all the way from his asshole to his cock. His balls drew up on each side, prepared to release their stored supply of cum.
"It's here!" he grunted loudly. "Unnnnngh! Take it and swallow it now, goddamn it! Swallow it, you hear me?"
Her throat was completely stuffed now. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, an area of her body he'd neglected. But she didn't complain. His manipulation of her clit had her on the verge again almost instantly and she realized she'd have another orgasm when he shot. For once she felt no choking sensation when he plowed all the way into her gullet, pressing his lower belly and pubic hairs against her nose. She was afraid her nose might break but she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that both of them were gyrating wildly as they worked toward their goal.
"AAAAAGH!" she heard him cry out. The first jet of his sperm splashed into her throat, somewhere deep down. Then another rocket was launched in her womb and her ass flew up and banged back down on the toilet seat. Two of his fingers rammed up into her hole and she clutched at them frantically with her vaginal muscles. She held them captive and rotated her pelvis a foot high in the air. Another gush of cum forced her to swallow hard, then another. And another. She wondered if so much cum would upset her stomach. By the time she had milked the last thick drops and gulped them down the hot tingle in her cunt began to subside and his fingers came out, dripping. When he pulled away he shook his slimy cock at her and laughed.
"You look funny," he said, "sitting there playing with your tits."
"Somebody had to play with them," she said, smiling back.
"Okay, Louise," he said, all business now and dressing quickly. "You got what you need for the dive. I want to go along, by the way. I'm a little curious about that treasure myself. How many people have lost their lives diving for it?"
I think only two," Louise said, slipping into her skirt. "In the last few years. Before that-well, it's all legend."
"And what if there really is a giant shark, guarding it? Guarding it for over a hundred years?" Louise laughed.
"Mr. Sands! You don't look like the kind of man who believes in ghost stories!"
"Al."
"Al."
CHAPTER TEN
Becky scanned the shore with field glasses. The outboard drifted a little and with some difficulty she managed to get the two cement-block anchors over the sides at the stern and bow. To her right was the shoreline and she carefully noted two tall coconut palms that lined up and became one at the spot she'd chosen. To the left the inlet dipped around and the tip of a jetty was in direct alignment with an old, abandoned lighthouse. She made careful mental notes of these shore guides. As far as she could determine, she was in the exact spot described by other diving expeditions and by Waldo Reef.
It was a lonely feeling, trying the dive by herself. She decided against using an underwater marker if she were successful in spotting the chest. She could always find the place again, and when she came back she'd have somebody in her employ to help float the thing to the top. And, she decided emphatically, she'd do it without George, Tony, Louise and Waldo Reef!
She attached her mouthpiece and made sure she was getting a fresh supply of oxygen from one of the tanks snapped to her pack. She put her face mask in place, kept calm and remembered all the things Reef had instructed her to do when she climbed over the side and jackknifed downward into the dark water. A rock ledge under her formed a jagged, sharp corner in her vision and she kept her eye on it as she swam downward in a spiraling pattern. Inexperienced as she was, she didn't want to get off course and use up both tanks of air on a wild goose chase. If this wasn't the spot, she wanted to find that out too, instead of wondering later if her sloppy technique had taken her too far off course.
The water became darker and darker, with silver ribbons of light piercing through like sun rays on a cloudy day. Fish of all description swam around her, some of them coming up for a closer look and others flying off in terror.
Again, she thought of the shark legend and it took all her self control to fight down panic.
Absurd, absurd, absurd, she thought over and over, flipping her fins and swimming faster. The pressure forced her to breath more oxygen than she wanted to, and she realized she'd have to use discipline to control her intake. Otherwise, the swim was pleasant enough and mixed with apprehension was a strange feeling of exhilaration, like flying through the air.
Before she realized, she hit bottom, kicking up a cloud of sand. Tall, grassy weeds were growing at the spot where she touched and she kicked away from them, afraid of getting caught up in tangles. She looked for the jagged corner of the rock ledge but it was difficult from this vantage point. It seemed to take hours, but finally she found the place where the ledge made its sharp turn. No treasure chest had landed there, she decided. Then the ocean floor seemed to go down thirty of so more feet. A ray of light reflected against the bottom, and the water was clear.
She was sweating profusely under her wet suit when she began to swim to the bottom of the lagoon-like well. As she went downward a new fear seized her. She felt as though the world, except for her and the water around her, had disappeared. She had never felt so alone in her life.
The light ray reflected something shiny and her heart beat crazily as she went deeper. She had misjudged the distance. It was farther down than she'd expected. Slowly, the shiny object became clearer.
Metal!
But surely not an object the size of an old chest! Or was it? No account of Captain LeFeu's treasure trove had really mentioned the size. She had expected something old and ornate, the size of a foot locker or steamer trunk. This object seemed small and black and flat. In any case, she was determined to check it out.
Her tank ran out of air suddenly. She treaded water and switched to the auxiliary tank, letting the empty one drop by accident.
Damn! she cursed silently. She would have plenty of air, however, to reach the top again. After checking out the metal box she intended to go straight up with no detours or side trips. She knew she'd have to learn to conserve air in her lungs for her next dive, but things hadn't gone too badly, considering.
Just as she was heading downward again, taking a gulp of the new oxygen supply, there was a swift, unexpected movement to her left side. She looked in time to see something large and gray directly at eye level, a foot away. Her head almost exploded in panic and she lost her mouthpiece. She tried to retrieve it and swim upward at the same time. Water rushed into her mouth and down to her lungs. Again the swishing movement seemed to be all around her and she wanted to scream. Her hands flailed wildly in the water and her flippers weighed a ton as she tried to propel them faster. She reached again for her mouthpiece and found it. But when she tried to breath air water came through instead.
She had enough presence of mind to feel for her tank. It wasn't attached to her pack! She must have lost it in her panic. She knew she'd drown before she reached the surface and her arms and legs were leaden as she tried to swim upward faster. Then she felt drowsy and thought it would be nice to float for a moment. Just float and sleep and forget her awful fear. Blackness was closing in and overtaking her when suddenly she found she could breathe again!
Fresh oxygen was coming into her lungs and her head cleared. Somebody was holding her, swimming with her, passing his mouthpiece back and forth, allowing her to take steady gulps of the life-giving air. She swam unaided now, cooperating as sensibly as she could under the circumstances. She looked up and saw the surface getting nearer. It was the most wonderful sight she'd ever seen!
Their heads crashed through the surface together and for a moment the sunlight blinded her. The other diver grabbed her around the neck and floated her on her back until they reached a boat. Her boat! He climbed in and pulled her forcefully over the side, lying her on her back. Then he yanked off her head mask and she rolled onto her side, coughing up water for a moment. When she looked he had removed his own mask. It was Tony Becky began to sob hysterically and Tony grabbed her and held her in his arms. "It was the shark! Tony! It was the shark!" she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably while he rocked her back and forth.
Tony helped Becky out of her wet suit. Underneath she wore a black bikini. He put a canvas pack she had brought under he head and told her to rest for a while. She couldn't stop crying and he wondered if her hysterics would ever end.
"What-what were you-you d-doing here?" she asked between choked sobs.
"I followed you, you idiot. I was fishing at the inlet when I saw you take this boat out. I figured you were going to dive alone, because you had all this gear with you. What kind of crazy, stupid-assed notion got into you, anyway?"
"Oh, sh.-shut the fu-fuck up!" she sobbed.
He'd never seen anybody cry so much. But, then, he'd seldom seen anybody as frightened as Becky was at the moment. George had always said he played with Becky's tits to calm her down. Tony had an idea. He reached over and cupped her breasts, running his fingertips over the black material of her bikini halter. Her eyes flew open and she stared at him.
"W-what are you doing, fink?"
"Quiet down," Tony said, sliding onto the floor of the boat beside her. He continued to rub her breasts and untied the string in the back. She didn't protest when he peeled the material away from her breasts. She stopped crying audibly, but tears continued to roll down her cheeks and she faced the sun with her eyes shut tightly.
Tony leaned over and put his mouth on one of the nipples. It hardened and he was glad she couldn't see the smile on his face. He knew he'd have her purring like a kitten before he was through. He turned her until she faced him and ran his back and forth from breast to breast. The nipples hardened like rocks.
Fuckin' George was dope to give this up, he thought.
He slid his hands under her bikini panties and pulled them down. To his surprise, she lifted her ass and allowed him to peel the panties down her slender legs and over her feet. She kept her eyes closed while he moved her onto her back once more and slid down between her legs. He hadn't taken off his own wet suit and despite his hardening cock his only interest at the moment was in tasting her body from head to toe. He'd never made it with Becky, and he figured he'd have a hard time. She was so loyal to George and all- His tongue lapped up tee saltiness between her breasts and continued down to her navel. He dipped in and swirled around, feeling the muscles dance beneath his face.
With no coaxing, she parted her thighs and lay perfectly still. He took his time, feeling confident now that she'd go along with his game.
"No-don't-please--" he heard her murmur. His wet tongue left her navel and traveled downward, tasting the salt and suntan and freshness of her smooth flesh. She tasted even more delicious than Louise, which was saying a lot. He reached under her buttocks and let his fingers sink into the firm resiliency of her flesh. The thatch of red pubic hair was perfectly symmetrical, and the lips of her vagina parted like the petals of a flower.
Prettiest pussy I ever saw! he thought.
Becky let one thigh part and move sideways.
Tony's mouth sucked the pubic hairs for a moment. He wet them entirely, pulled them through his lips, lapped them like a puppy dog. He spread the vagina open with his thumbs and noticed the way the skin wrinkled but stayed soft. The pink flesh beneath was already moist and the clitoris was erect and prominent. He moved his tongue up one side and down the other. Then he captured the firm clit and moved his tongue in hard, lapping it roughly.
Becky's thighs parted farther and he was able to lick all the way down to her asshole. She gave a little jerk when she felt his mouth on her rectum but she made no attempt to stop him. Her breasts rose and fell evenly while she kept her eyes closed and her face pointed straight into the hot Florida sun. He felt the heat of the sun on the back of his neck and he was perspiring like a horse inside the rubber suit, but he couldn't stop what he was doing to undress. There was an incredible silence around them, like a magic spell, and he didn't want to interrupt it. She wasn't hysterical any longer. He realized he was licking her into a relaxed slumber.
He moved his tongue back up and licked slowly and lightly inside the vagina lips, barely touching her. He was amused by the way her pussy tightened and seemed to throb to his touch. Her thighs also tensed with the delicious suspense. When he felt her legs start to tremble he shot his tongue deeply inside, still parting the lips with his thumbs. He covered her cunt completely with his mouth and sucked all tee way inside, as far as he could go.
Her pussy tasted like a ripe melon and he suddenly realized how hungry he was. His tongue shot farther inside, tasting the darker, moister flesh. She was opening up to him in her passion and he washed his face in the wetness. She had the hottest pussy he'd ever encountered. He could never remember a girl exuding this kind of heat, and he'd had lots of girls. His hand reached up and found her clit. He rubbed it between his fingers and made her squirm, but no amount of squirming could dislodge his mouth and tongue from her steaming hole. In a moment the boat began to rock.
"Ohhhhhh-!" he heard her sigh softly.
With his other hand he buried his fingers into the crack of her ass. His middle finger touched the hole and he let it probe very gently inside. At the same time he forced his tongue farther into her pussy her buried the finger to the first knuckle in her asshole. The maneuver caught her off guard and she shot her pelvis straight up, then back down, but he stayed on target.
"Oh, god!" she moaned.
He removed his tongue from her hole and moved his mouth to her clit. He took the erect flesh between his teeth and bit down gently. At the same time he licked the tip with fast little flicking motions and again her pelvis shot straight up. She had incredible strength in her legs and he thought she'd force him to his knees. Slowly, her ass, with his finger still inside, lowered and once more he was in control of the situation.
She grabbed his hair with both her hands and started to grind her pussy back and forth, over his face, his nose, even his eyes. He could feel the wetness of his spit and her juices sticking to his skin and drying in the sun. He could smell every bit of fresh young womanhood and his cock became so erect it was uncomfortable to lie on his stomach. He spread his legs and tried to remove some of the pressure from his throbbing pole.
"Eat it, eat it, eat it," she moaned, over and over, His hands shot up and he grabbed her breasts rather roughly. The nipples felt like firm little pieces of wax. Her hands closed over his and massaged them, encouraging him to work her breasts over harder. He made up his mind then and there that when he got around to fucking her, and he knew he would sometime, he'd fuck her rough. He let her play with her own tits and moved his hands back to her buttocks. Again, he probed a finger into her rectum and this time she groaned loudly but didn't try to stop him.
His cock was flat against his lower belly. Every movement brought him closer to coming and he tried to keep his mind off his condition while he licked deeply into her hole again. The muscles of her cunt grabbed his tongue and squeezed it. Even Louise didn't have this kind of control.
Okay, sweetheart, you asked for it! he thought.
He shot his finger into her asshole as far as it would go. Her crotch lifted again and he brought his mouth down like a crazed cannibal..
Becky had never felt anything like it! If she didn't know it was Tony's tongue inside her pussy she'd have sworn it was an electric vibrator. He was literally masturbating her with his mouth and pushing her to the brink immediately. She'd never been eaten this way before. In fact, she hadn't known it was possible!
"Oh, god! Oh, god!" she wailed loudly, "Oh, oh, oh, I can't take that! I'm coming apart! Tony! Tony! Ohhhhhh!"
His face shook back and forth like a predatory animal with a victim in its teeth. He wiggled his tongue up inside her until he jaws ached and he rotated the finger in her rectum at the same time. Suddenly she screamed.
"AAAGGGHHH!"
He felt her orgasm, tasted it, controlled it by lapping harder, then slower, matching his tongue strokes to her passion. It seemed to last forever. A flood of warm wetness covered his belly at the same time. He didn't care. He'd never gotten a girl so hot and the game was the most exciting one he'd ever played.
Finally, she topped him. She was gasping for breath. He sat up and watched her passion slowly subside. When she was breathing normally again her eyes open and she smiled at him.
"Think you can take the boat back now?" he asked.
She noticed for the first time that his own outboard was rocking in the water a few feet away. He helped her haul the anchors up and they paddled to his boat. He jumped in and started his motor.
"What about you?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you want to come?"
He grinned and blushed.
"Some other time."
"All right," Becky said, also blushing. "But I owe you one."
She followed behind him in the direction of the inlet and he moved faster than her, almost disappearing from sight.
Funny, she thought, if Tony was fishing when he saw me take the boat out, why was he wearing a wet suit?
She reached the shore in a state of very mixed emotions.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Louise Felts was completely outraged!
"Untie me!" she screamed at Tony.
Tony laughed and shoved her ahead of him down the stairs to the den below the living room in his house. Her hands were tied together in the back and she struggled frantically to free them.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" she shouted, almost snarling.
He laughed again.
"Shut up, bitch!"
It had been easy, a child could have done it. He'd invited her over, given her a drink, turned on some music and felt her up in the living room. He turned her around to unbutton her blouse. She didn't see him take the rope from under the sofa cushion. One end was already looped, ready to slide over her wrist. He'd kissed the back of her neck and shoulders after her blouse was removed, running his hands down her arms and bringing them together behind her. Then he used the rope quickly, with the cool efficiency of a cowboy. Before she realized what happened, she was his prisoner.
When they were in the den he shoved her down to the floor. She landed on her stomach and he removed her skirt and panties with comparative ease, despite her kicking legs. When she tried to turn over he forced her back onto her stomach with his foot.
"You bastard!" she screamed. "I'll kill you! Untie me!"
He quickly removed his jeans and took the black belt from them. He was standing in only his tee shirt and his cock got excited and stood straight out when he looked down at her perfect ass. He raised the belt, looping it once and holding the two ends together.
"Now talk!" he said. His voice was angry.
"What do you mean?" Her head turned sideways and her eyes grew large and concerned at the sight of the belt.
"Who did you send out there to scare the shit out of Becky Sands?"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about!"
He swung the belt down. It made a cracking sound against her buttocks and she screamed in pain. A red line appeared instantly.
"I went for a dive yesterday. By myself. I wanted to scout around the site of the treasure. But Becky Sands got there before me. She didn't see me and before I had a chance to call to her she went down. I followed her. You know what happened to her down there, don't you Louise?"
"No! I don't know! Untie me and we'll talk about it!"
He swung the belt again. Once more the leather cracked against her skin and she screamed.
"Don't give me that bullshit, lady!" he said. Another long, red line appeared on Louise's buttocks. She started to cry. "Somebody was down there! I don't know where he came from or who sent him, but he scared the shit out of her. She lost her air and almost drowned. I saw him too, but I wasn't close enough for a good look. I managed to get Becky to the top, but if I hadn't been there she'd be dead now!" He swung the belt once more, harder. Louise sobbed pitifully after howling with pain.
"What does it have to do with me?" she asked.
"You've been arranging it for a long time, haven't you? I fucking knew you had some plan up your sleeve to scare her. Now tell me who you sent out there! I'm gonna find the bastard and kill him!"
"I didn't send anybody out there! I swear I didn't!"
He swung the belt again. This time her scream was so loud he was afraid she'd be heard all over the neighborhood.
"Please don't!" she sobbed. "Please stop it!"
He spit on his cock and crouched down over her. He yanked her legs apart and pinned them with his knees. She felt his cock slip into the crack of her ass.
"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed. "Stop that!"
She felt the cockhead press against her sphincter muscle. "Talk, Louise!"
"I don't know anything about it! Really!"
He flicked his hips and his cock tore past her sphincter. She screamed so loudly he had to shove her face down into the carpet. His cock slid halfway into her ass.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass so hard it'll come out your fucking throat!"
"Please! Please don't!" she cried, sobbing almost hysterically. "I'd tell you if I knew anything!"
He was tempted to believe her. But then he remembered remarks she'd made. He knew she had plotted all along to disgrace Becky in front of George-to make her look like a frightened child before the diving expedition was over. He'd even played along with her, and he was ashamed of himself. At the same time he was enraged by the amount of danger Becky had been exposed to. He wouldn't stop, he decided, until Louise told him the truth.
"You're saying you didn't plot that little scene yesterday?"
"I didn't have anything to do with it!"
He shoved harder and his cock tore into her rectum to the root. She screamed again and again he shoved her face into the carpet.
"You're a lying bitch, Louise!"
"I am not, you dirty bastard!"
He shoved his cock in hard, ramming her as brutally as he could manage. She wailed pitifully. He almost felt sorry for her.
"TALK!"
"Oh, god!" she moaned. "What's the use? You wouldn't believe me, no matter what I said!"
"Try," he said, shoving in brutally again.
"All right," she said, trying to keep her voice under control. "I admit that if Becky hadn't quit the diving party I'd have tried some way to scare her. I wanted to. I hate her!"
He slammed into her ass again. It took her a moment before she could regain her speech.
"But I didn't do anything about it. After she walked out on us I talked her father into helping with the equipment we'd need. I figured George already thought she was a scared little cunt, so why should I bother doing anything more?"
He started a slow, steady fucking motion in her ass.
His cock was getting more excited than ever. He'd never brutalized Louise, but he'd thought about doing it ever since she made him crawl to her like a dog.
"Well, somebody was down there," he said, panting. "Somebody knew she was going out there and was waiting for her!"
"I don't know, Tony!" she sobbed. "I swear I don't!"
"Owwwww-!" he moaned, grabbing her asscheeks and kneading them in his hands while he fucked her. "Goddamn! You got a tight ass, Louise!"
"Get your cock out of it! You're tearing me apart!"
"Bullshit, lady, I'm gonna get my rocks off, now that I'm in there!"
"May-maybe it was Wal- Waldo Reef out there! May-maybe he's double-crossing us and going after the treasure alone!"
He thought it over while he continued to fuck her. It could be Reef. He'd be able to come all the way from shore, being a diving expert and all. He was convinced now that Louise didn't know anything about the incident the day before. It didn't change his mind about fucking her, however. He started ramming harder, feeling his nuts tighten. "Ohhh, god!" she wailed "Relax and enjoy it, bitch!"
He reached under her and grabbed her pussy. It was soaking.
"You fucking phony bitch!" he growled. "You're hot as a pistol."
"Owwwwww-!" Louise groaned. There didn't seem to be any more point in pretending. The combination of the belt on her buttocks and the cock up her ass had driven her into a new sort of sexual frenzy. She began to grind her ass around in circles, feeling every crazy inch of him inside her. He pinched her clit and she almost passed out.
He moved his hands to her breasts, sliding under and cupping them. They completely filled his palms.
"Ahhhhhh!" Louise moaned, grinding her pussy against the rough carpet fabric. "Owww, fuck me! Fuck my ass off!"
He was riding on top of her, spreading her legs even farther, forcing her rump up. She bucked her hips up and down, trying to masturbate her cunt against the rug. In a moment she was doing most of the fucking and he held still, feeling her warm, tight asshole slide up and down his pole. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
"Yeah! Get hot, bitch!" he hissed at her.
"I-I-!" she managed to gasp "I'm hot! Just keep fucking me!"
He hammered into her once more, shoving her against the floor. Her cunt ground into the carpet and she felt the fabric on her clit, as scratchy as a hairbrush.
"Fuck me harder!" she wailed "You're a fucking slut, Louise," he grunted, panting.
"I like it hard! I like it rough!"
Her anal muscles began to clutch and grab his cock, squeezing and massaging and milking. She was bouncing up and down on the carpet, letting each impact of the rough fabric drive her pussy closer and closer to orgasm.
"AAAAAH! I'M GETTING CLOSE. I CAN'T STOP IT! I'M GOING TO COME!" she cried. "NOW FUCK ME HARDER! KILL ME WITH YOUR COCK, YOU DIRTY SON OF A BITCH!"
He made a mental note to let George know Louise turned on when her ass got whipped. He knew George would be interested in finding that out.
"Okay, lady, I'm gonna cream you now!" he grunted.
"YES! CREAM ME! SHOOT OFF IN MY ASS! FLOOD ME WITH IT!"
The frustrations he'd felt since his encounter with Becky the day before seemed to boil up inside, making his balls churn with heat. Her asshole was driving him crazy! Her hips were jerking up, down and around, milking him like a machine. At times he thought she would tear his cock out by the roots.
Suddenly she felt the first spurts of his cum soak the walls of her rectum. She closed her eyes and exploded!
"EEEOOOOYYY!" she wailed, her mouth hanging open slackly and pressed into the floor. The impact of her orgasm almost made her faint. "I'M DYING! OH, GOD, YOU DRILLED ME!"
He fucked in and out until he felt his cock go soft. It slid out by itself, slimy and drained, and rested in the crack of her ass. He got to his knees and untied her hands, then slipped quickly back into his jeans.
"You're a dirty bastard, you know," Louise said, standing and rubbing her tender buttocks. She didn't seem angry now, just exhausted.
"I know," he replied. "In fact, I don't see what a nice girl like you wants with a boy like me. Maybe we should call it quits.
"Suits me," Louise said, slipping into her panties. "I suppose you like Becky Sands better than me anyway."
"I like her a lot."
This was the second boy Becky had taken away from her. Well, she could always get George back, she thought, putting on her skirt and climbing the stairs to the living room. She opened the front door and left without another word.
Walking down the driveway to her car she got angry again.
There was no hope, she realized, that she would ever be able to dominate Tony again sexually. He'd turned out just like the others-a beast!
And he'd never turned her on so completely!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ellen Sands was puzzled by the appearance of the policeman at her door. It had been a strange day altogether. Al, she knew, was going out on the shrimp boat to watch Waldo Reef and the teenagers dive for a stupid sunken treasure. She hoped they all drowned!
Al's secretary, Mrs. Porter, had told her that Louise Felts, a mere child, had visited his office twice, and twice he'd given instructions that he wasn't to be disturbed. Ellen fumed and considered every vengeful thing she could do to get even with him. He'd always been a womanizer, and she had accepted the fact up to a point, but carrying on with a girl young enough to be his daughter was the last straw!
"Yes?" she asked the officer.
"Are you Mrs. Sands?"
"Yes."
"My name is Rawlins. I'm a state trooper, and I gave your daughter a ride the other day. She wandered too far down the seawall by the old amusement pier, and it got dark, and, well, it isn't a very nice neighborhood, so I took her back to her car."
"I see. And just what did you want, Officer Rawlins?"
"Just checking up to see that she'd okay. We had a nice-talk, her and me. I thought maybe she'd be free. There are some other kids from the high school that I wanted to ask her a few questions about. You know-kids know a lot about each other."
"Well, my daughter isn't home. In fact, I don't know where she is. I believe she had a date to meet a boy named Tony Gibbs."
The officer thought for a moment and shook his head.
"Hmmm. Don't know him."
Ellen stared at the man more closely. He was the burly, beefy, masculine type that appealed to her. Ever since she found out about Al and his women she'd found many opportunities for infidelities, discreet and otherwise. She had never made it with a cop, though, and the idea excited her. She noticed that his khaki uniform pants revealed quite a bulge in front and she quickly decided it just couldn't be all balls.
"Would you like to come in?" Ellen asked, smiling, her attitude warming up by the second. "I can tell you anything I know about my daughter's friends, but I'm afraid I might not be very much help."
She'd had a couple of drinks and she made the invitation subtly suggestive. Officer Rawlins was quick on the uptake. He looked her over from head to toe, taking his time in a way that policemen, with no threat of reprisals, can afford to do. She had red hair like her daughter and she was one of the most beautifully stacked broads he'd ever seen. His cock twitched just looking at her breasts beneath the filmy housecoat she wore. He removed his hat, ran a hand through his brown hair, and smiled back.
"That'd be real nice," he drawled. "I could sure use a glass of ice water, if it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"Of course," Ellen said, standing aside and letting him step into the little vestibule. "I'm having a martini. Would you like one of those?"
"If you promise not to tell," he said sheepishly. "Matter of fact, I'm off duty in about thirty minutes. You don't have a little bourbon around, do you?"
"Coming right up. Ice and water?"
"That'd be just fine."
She deposited him on the living room sofa and moved quickly to the kitchen. Her hands trembled from excited anticipation as she made his drink. Before she carried it back to the living room she made sure her housecoat parted just enough at the top to reveal the deep valley between her breasts. She put the drink in front of him on the coffee table, leaning well forward. His eyes stared at her cleavage with the look of a man about to dive into the Grand Canyon.
"Nice and cool in here," he said, mopping his brow. He quickly took a sip of the drink.
"Do you think so?" Ellen asked, pouring a martini and leaning well forward once more. "I thought the air conditioning was out of order or something. I was going to call and have someone check it out."
"Well, maybe it is a little warm at that."
"I knew you were just being polite," she laughed, taking her drink and sitting next to him. She crossed her shapely legs and let the robe part all the way to her thigh. Her skin was smooth and without a blemish, like Becky's. She also suntanned easily and there was a vibrant, golden aliveness to the texture. He stared quite openly for a moment, then looked into her eyes.
"Lady," he said, "I don't know what part of the country you're from, but I'll bet it isn't the South."
"No, it isn't."
"Well, in the South, when you go wiggling your ass around in front of a real man, you're liable to get it raped!"
Ellen burst out laughing. It was one of the crudest remarks she'd ever heard. At least, from a total stranger.
"And I'll bet you're just the man who could do it, aren't you?" she replied.
"You wanna see?" He finished his drink in a gulp.
"Why not?" Ellen put her drink down and stared at his crotch. Her heart pounded, almost visibly. The little hollow at the bottom of her long neck bobbed when she was excited. It was bobbing quite fast at the moment.
Officer Rawlins unzipped his trousers with no further invitation. He lifted his hips when he yanked his cock out and he laid it across his thigh like a prize bologna. He wasn't erect yet, but the large, uncircumcised rod had fluffed up to about twice its soft size. Ellen's eyes bulged.
"My god!" she cried. In a second she was on her knees, between his legs, examining the meat like a connoisseur. "It's-it's beautiful!" She touched it gingerly and it sprang up to half mast. "It's absolutely enormous!"
Officer Rawlins smiled appreciatively.
"I know," he said. "Some of the ladies I've known have got into knife fights over it."
Ellen leaned down and ran her tongue around the head, pulling back the foreskin at the same time. By the time she got the fist like knob into her mouth the rod was fully hard and measured in at something over ten inches. She sucked the head for a moment, getting it wet and feeling a profusion of sticky fluid ooze out of the slit. She took the cock out of her mouth and smiled up at him.
"You don't mind my sucking it, do you?"
"Not at all," he said, condescendingly. "I know how much it must mean to you."
"It would mean a lot more if you were fucking me with it," Ellen said. She tore the robe from her body and stood up, letting him take in the sight of her complete nakedness.
"What I thought!" he said, his eyes popping. "You didn't have a fucking stitch on under that thing you were wearing!"
"I was waiting for somebody like you to come along!" Ellen giggled.
In a flash Officer Rawlins was on his feet, unbuttoning his shirt. Ellen tried to help with his trousers but he shoved her hands away. She supposed he didn't want her near his gun holster. Perhaps all policemen were touchy that way, she thought. She rubbed her nipples with the palms of her hands while she watched him undress, feeling impatient to get down to business.
When he was stripped she noticed that his body was exactly what she'd expected. Running to fat. Hairy, Beer gut. But still he was well built. She supposed he'd been an athlete at one time, and he was certainly powerful now. Huge muscles bulged in his arms and thighs. His chest was thick and manly. The real attraction for her, though, was the size of the cock, sticking out from a thick bush of hair, the biggest thing she'd ever considered taking on. When she was Becky's age, she decided, it would have been quite impossible. Proof that grownups have more fun, she thought.
"Where do you want it?" he asked, shaking the huge rod at her. "On the floor? In bed?"
"Perhaps on the floor would be best," she answered.
He couldn't believe his luck. He had hoped to get the little redheaded teenager into his car for another session, but her mother was almost as good! There weren't too many times in his life when he'd had a chance to screw a mother and her daughter, although it had happened- "Get your ass down there, then, and spread your legs," he said.
Ellen didn't argue. Her loins were tingling with excitement and she felt the hairy lips of her cunt begin to tense up. It was a sure sign that she'd have a huge climax. She couldn't wait! She stretched out on her back. The rug was soft and fluffy, and it made a perfect cushion for her body. She supposed it would also be comfortable for his knees.
"Let's not waste any time with cocksucking and pussy eating," he said gruffly, spitting into his hand and lubricating his dick.
"I quite agree," Ellen said, drawing her knees up to her breasts and holding them there. Her cunt was completely exposed, open and ready for him. "If you kill me with that thing, just tell your boss I resisted arrest--"
He didn't think the joke was funny, and there was no smile on his face when he knelt down and moved in between her spread thighs. The head of his cock went into her open hole easily enough, then it seemed to get stuck.
"You better start fucking, lady," he said, "or I'm gonna plow you a new hole!"
His words sent a thrill through her body and she reached down and spread herself even wider.
"Go ahead! Push it in!" she panted. The drinks were making her perspire, and she noticed that he sweated like a goat.
Officer Rawlins was used to women not being able to take him the first time. He didn't let that bother him. Once he sent a girl to the hospital. He leaned his weight against her upturned thighs and lunged straight down, sinking in over half way. Ellen's eyes shut tightly and her mouth drew back in a cold, fierce line.
"Ungh!" she grunted. "Yes! That's the way to do it!"
"You like it a little rough, don't you?"
"YES!"
"Then see how you like this!"
He lifted his heavy ass until only the head of his cock was buried behind her pussy lips. Then he tore in and didn't stop until he'd slammed home all the way and his balls slapped her ass. He almost knocked the breath out of her.
"Yes! Yes!" Ellen cried. Her hands came around and she dug her nails into his buttocks. He slapped her hands away and got ready for another lunge.
"I'm gonna come if I keep that up!" he grunted. Sweat from his forehead landed on her breasts and rolled into the valley.
"Come then!" Ellen cried. "Make me come too!"
"Whata ya need?"
"My clitty!"
He reached down and grabbed her clit so roughly she thought he'd pull it off. It felt like he'd put it in a metal clamp. Still, as excited as she was at the moment, it didn't matter. She'd have orgasmed if he'd bitten it with his teeth.
"Oh, god, yes!" Ellen groaned. "Keep massaging it like that! You're driving me out of my mind!"
He got onto his knees and fucked in and out in long, fast strokes. At the same time he twisted and pulled her clit, watching her wince and enjoying the expressions of pain and passion on her face. He knew he was stuffing her like she'd never had it before.
Husband's probably built like a peanut, he thought. All them Yankee men are! Give it to her Southern style for a change!
Suddenly, Ellen screamed. The sound alarmed him until he realized that she was climaxing. Her pussy clutched him until he thought she'd cut off his circulation. He felt his balls draw up and get ready to jet out their juice.
"ANNNNNGH! YESSSS! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMING-!"
He smiled and continued to fuck her, continued to pull and twist and squeeze her clit. Her head flopped from side to side and her long red hair flowed out from each side of her face like a Medusa. She began to babble almost incoherently.
"-what I need. Fuck. Cock. My husband's a son of a bitch! He doesn't fuck me-fucks young girls. Probably knocks them up!"
He listened with half an ear while he fucked, barely conscious of what she said. Then her words pierced his brain like an arrow.
"Out looking for sunken treasure. Could be home fucking--"
"WHAT?" he shouted. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Ellen looked at him. He was fucking her off the rug.
"The asshole's out diving for the Wellingford Treasure, instead of staying home and fucking me like any other husband--"
Officer Rawlins quickly pulled his cock out of her pussy. He gave it two jerks and a torrent of cum splattered onto her breasts and hung there in thick gobs.
Without another word he jumped to his feet, staggered, regained his balance and dressed himself in one minute flat, including his gun holster. Ellen sat up, puzzled, cum dripping and running down her body. She was even more puzzled when the policeman ran from the room and out the front door.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Becky and Tony made the dive together this time. She felt reassured, having him with her.
"It could have been a shark," she said, getting her gear together.
"It wasn't, Becky. I saw him. It was a man."
"Well," she replied, "it'll be two against one this time!"
She felt enough anger to take on an army! "If it turns out that Waldo Reef was trying to frighten me, I'll-I'll--"
"Relax," Tony said, smiling and slipping on his head mask.
They went over the side of the outboard he'd borrowed and spiraled down to the rock ledge that Becky had chosen as a marker. She swam several feet behind him, almost confident that nobody would be there today. Louise, Reef, George and her father weren't due for hours. Reef couldn't be out playing games on his own now. He'd have to be with the others. Becky knew if she and Tony discovered the treasure chest first, they could still lay legal claim to it. It would serve Reef right. And Louise, too. George, as usual, was simply a pawn in their plans.
She was convinced now that Tony had nothing to do with the incident underwater. He'd shown nothing but concern. She also realized he'd lied to her about being out fishing that day. He had planned a little scouting expedition himself, but she didn't blame him. If he hadn't been on the scene she would surely have drowned.
Tony reached the ledge first. She pointed down into the lagoon-like well where she'd seen the metal box and he shook his head in understanding. He planned to swim ahead of her. She waited for him to make the first move. Then they saw the other divers.
Becky was confused for a moment. She thought it must have been Louise, Reef and George. But the divers were all wearing gray suits instead of black, and they were carrying spear guns.
Well now, Becky thought, aren't we all dressed up for the occasion?
One of the divers swam up to Tony, pointing his spear gun. Tony backed away, treading water, confused. Another spear gun pointed at Becky and she realized these people were nobody she knew.
Ten seconds later she and Tony were being dragged to the surface, their lives very much in danger.
* * *
A cabin cruiser picked them up and took them to the old amusement pier. Becky and Tony were led at gunpoint to the back door of one of the deserted arcades. Inside, Tony was tied up and made to sit on a pile of rotten netting material in the corner. The men slipped out of their wetsuits and Becky was told to strip.
Becky's mind raced like lightning. She had never seen any of the men before, including the pilot of the cabin cruiser. These three were athletic-looking, and as mean a bunch of men as she had ever seen. One, with blond hair, was short and wiry. A scar ran down the side of his face. Another, grey-haired, seemed to be their boss. He was older, in his late forties or early fifties. He stood in brief black trunks, grey hair matting his chest, holding the gun on them. The other was very handsome, in a cruel sort of way. His hair was black and he reminded her of Waldo Reef.
When she was stripped down to her bikini the man with the scar whistled lewdly.
"Good looking cunt," he said, chuckling. The other two men smiled and agreed.
"What were you doing out there?" the grey-haired man asked, pointing the gun at her.
"Leave her alone!" Tony shouted, struggling with the ropes that bound his hands behind his back. The grey-haired man turned the gun in Tony's direction.
"You'll talk when we tell you to, sonny boy. Or your brains will be all over these walls!"
Becky saw Tony turn white and she felt as though she'd faint from fear. Her legs trembled, but she assumed a relaxed, confidant manner.
"Oh, why don't the three of you stop this and just say why you've brought us here. We were only out diving, having fun--"
"Like a couple of days ago, when I had to chase you away?" the skinny, scar-faced man said.
My god! Becky thought. What did we get ourselves into?
"What time is it?" the handsome, black-haired man asked.
"Six," the grey-haired man replied.
"We'll have to be back there in an hour."
"The boat's not going anyplace. Relax."
"Let's take care of these two right now," the wiry man said. "We can't let them go. They've seen too much."
"We haven't seen anything!" Becky almost shouted.
"Really! If you just let us go and forget the whole thing, you'll never see us again! Honest, we were just out diving for the fun of it. We don't even care what you're- what you're-whatever it is you didn't want us to see!"
The black-haired man crossed the room. He swung the flat of his hand hard and it contacted Becky's cheek, knocking her backwards. Tony let out a howl of outrage and struggled more frantically with his ropes. The older man pointed the gun at him and he quieted down.
The wiry scarface, evidently the man who had frightened Becky in the water, yanked a folding cot away from the wall on the opposite side of the room. He dragged it out to the center and pulled Becky to her feet.
"Get down on that bed and strip off your suit!" he said.
Becky's eyes widened with horror. "I-please--"
"Do it!" the grey-haired man snapped. He pointed the gun at her, making her almost sick with fear.
All three men wore nothing but brief bathing suits. Tony was still in his wetsuit. He watched Becky's trembling fingers remove the bra of her bikini and then the bottoms. When she was nude another whistle and laughter was heard. The wiry scarface reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze.
"Owwww, Mama! Look at those knockers!"
"Yeah, man!" the handsome one said. "We'll make her talk, all right. I just can't wait to make her talk!" He quickly yanked his brief trunks over his hips and Becky saw a rather large, uncircumcised cock spring into view. She was told to get onto the bed and the handsome man approached her, shaking his meat.
"Hey, now," the grey man said. "She can't talk with her mouth full, you know!" There was more laughter.
"Maybe her mouth just needs loosening up!"
Suddenly he was over her, his knees on either side of her face, pushing her flat onto her back, his hands roughly mauling her breasts. The cock came down and rested against her lips.
"Suck!" he said, squeezing her tits painfully.
She opened her mouth and he shoved in, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. Her legs were yanked roughly apart and she felt a hot breath on her lower belly.
"I think I'll just warm this up a little," the scarface's voice said.
A tongue began to lick into her vagina, pushing the hairs apart, exposing the pink of the pussy lips. A rough beard scratched the tender flesh and made her wince, but she sucked on the cock in her mouth without too much protest or difficulty. She'd been getting a lot of practice at this sort of thing lately. Another thought went through her mind and almost amused her.
So that's the shark down there, eating my pussy now. Well, well, well-Then she realized, with a little alarm, that moments of physical danger could produce sexual arousal in her. She felt a fire begin to lick her cunt along with the scar-face's tongue!
Tony saw what was happening. He saw Becky's legs lift up and her hips grind into the face of the man who was eating her. The grey man, still holding the gun, smiled at him.
"I think your girlfriend's having fun," he said. Tony glared back, not speaking.
The handsome man's hairy ass was pumping up and down and little gagging sounds could be heard in the room. He was using Becky's throat like a pussy, forcing her to take almost all of his meat with each lunge. The little cot shook and creaked.
"You got her warmed up, Merle?" he called over his shoulder. "I'm about to whitewash her tonsils!"
The scarface pulled his mouth away from her wet hole. "Yeah," he said, getting off the cot and removing his own trunks. His cock wasn't as fat as the other man's, but it was longer and he skinned it up and down. "Let's switch places!"
The handsome man pulled out of Becky's throat, allowing her to breathe normally for a few seconds. He shimmied down, yanked her legs up and back, and immediately lined his dripping cock up with her hole. Becky felt it start to press in. Her mouth flew open and a gasp came from her throat. Then the scarface was over her and she realized he wanted to be sucked too. "Eat it, Mama. You won't have any trouble making me come. But if you don't, I'll cut your tits off and stuff them up your ass!"
The grey-haired man roared with laughter, making Tony angrier than ever.
"Why are you doing this?" Tony asked through his clenched mouth.
"We're waiting for you to tell us!" the grey-haired man said.
Tony knew it had something to do with the metal box Becky had spotted at the bottom of the jagged rock shelf. He hadn't seen it himself. Perhaps it wasn't there when he and Becky went back. Perhaps these men were waiting for another box. Some kind of drop!
Things began to make a little more sense to him. If something were being dropped at that spot and collected there, it would be a nice little setup. Nobody ever swam in that area because of the shark legend.
The shark!
He began to understand what had happened to other divers who looked for the Wellingford Fortune! In all probability, there was no treasure trove at all. Or perhaps it had been discovered many years ago, quietly, with no publicity.
Oh, Jesus! Tony thought. We've had it! These guys think we know about their racket!
The handsome man shoved his cock all the way into Becky's cunt and her choked groan could be heard. The scarface was fucking her face like a maniac. Tony thought she'd strangle to death. He could only see her legs. They lifted and wrapped themselves around the handsome man's buttocks, the heels locking. It was almost an obscene gesture, but he figured she was trying to make herself more comfortable.
"Owwww, yeah!" the dark-haired man said. "That's right! Squeeze it! Milk it!"
Merle, the scarface, was getting flushed with exertion. He'd never felt anybody use their throat on his cock like she was doing. He felt like he was being pulled through a straw. His loose, hanging ball sac began to tighten.
At least, Tony thought, it was one way for them to stall for time. He supposed Becky felt the same way. Even the older man had laid down his gun and was removing his briefs. He stroked his meat and watched the scene on the cot with obvious pleasure.
The cock in her hole was hitting places nobody ever hit before, Becky thought. Or maybe it was only her imagination. Somehow, the handsome, dark-haired man reminded her just as much of Captain LeFeu as Waldo Reef did. And her situation right now was not too different from what Constance Wellingford's had been. She was forced across the small cot instead of a treasure chest, raped in front of other people. Perhaps executed when it was all over. But it was one time she hoped history didn't repeat itself. If these men were satisfied with her sexually, she might be able to work out a deal with them. She knew they were criminals of some sort, but she hadn't figured out their game yet.
She felt worse about Tony's situation than her own. He had, after all, only come into it to help her.
Fuck harder! she said to herself. Fuck and suck like your life depended on it! It probably does!
"Ga-dammmmm!" the scarface groaned. "She's about to make me pop!"
"Me, too!" the man fucking her other end puffed. "She's like a fucking wild animal!"
The man holding the gun seemed to get impatient. His cock was raging hard and drooling clear juice. He sat the gun down on the floor and yanked off his briefs.
"Hurry up, you two! I want a piece of that before we kill them!"
Tony's brain almost exploded with fresh panic! They weren't kidding, he knew. He looked at the gun on the floor. It was only feet away. His wrists were almost bleeding with his effort to free his hands from the confining ropes. He thought the effort was completely hopeless and almost gave up when he felt his thumb slip through the loop around one of his wrists. It was easy after that to set the rest of the hand free.
Becky felt the scarface's cock turn to steel in her throat. She heard him cry out some incoherent words and his cum began to soak her throat in heavy spurts, forcing her to swallow. The other cock was hammering her pussy hard. Fingers grabbed her clit and twisted and squeezed. There was a combination of pain and excitement. Her legs gripped the handsome man's buttocks. Her heels pressed into his asscrack and she bucked up and down, matching his strokes.
The scarface pulled out of her mouth and shook his wet cock at her.
"Not bad, not bad, Mama."
Becky breathed deeply. Incredibly she was being fucked into an orgasm, a big, all-consuming climax. She wondered if it would be her last one- "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned. "Fuck harder! Harder!"
The handsome man grunted. His hips became a blur.
"Hurry up!" the grey-haired man said. "I wanna get in there!"
Tony sweated under his wetsuit. He was able to untie his other wrist, but the grey-haired man moved over closer, standing next to the gun. It wouldn't be easy to make a dive for it.
"Get it! Get it! Get it!" the handsome man groaned. His balls were tight and he was ready to come. Tony slowly slid down, positioning himself for a jump. The sexual intensity of the moment was distracting the three criminals. It was an advantage for him. He waited for the first cry of orgasm. There would be a few seconds perhaps during the changing of the partners. Scarface didn't seem to be paying much attention. He dropped the rope behind him and rubbed his wrists. He'd need them very soon- "NOW!" Becky screamed. Her fingers scraped across the back of the man fucking her. "I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
"GUNNNGH!" the handsome man grunted in return. "HERE IT COMES! ANNNNGH!"
Then there was another cry. The grey-haired man looked down and saw his cock begin to spew out a heavy load of cum. It splashed on the wooden floor in front of him, unchecked.
"Ahhhh, shit! I couldn't wait!" he moaned.
As quick as lightning Tony made his move. He lunged forward and grabbed for the gun. The scarface was even faster. He made a lunge too and the gun went clattering across the floor.
"What the fuck!" the handsome man cried, still coming inside Becky.
Tony felt a sharp crack on the back of his neck. It stunned him and he went down onto his stomach. Another blow hit his neck and he was powerless to get up. He looked and saw Becky sitting up, staring in alarm. The grey-haired man had retrieved the gun and was pointing it directly into Tony's eyes.
"Okay, sonny boy, you're first!"
The hammer of the revolver went back. Tony closed his eyes.
Then a ray of light crossed the room from the open front door. Officer Rawlins was standing there, red faced from running. He looked quickly at Becky, not seeming too surprised to see her, then at the others.
"Hurry!" Rawlins shouted. "Get dressed and get your asses out of here. Take care of those two later. Bring them along! There's a whole fucking diving party headed out for the Treasure Chest!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The cabin cruiser made it back to the spot in record time, with an old, grandfatherly looking man behind the wheel. They saw the small seaplane take off as they approached.
"They've made the drop," Rawlins said. The grey-haired man answered him angrily: "Why the fuck weren't you watching for us, like you were supposed to? If we hadn't seen these two go out they might have been there when the box was delivered."
"I can't be everywhere at once," Rawlins answered.
"Well, you better be on your toes now. We don't have much time to go down and pick the box up. If that diving party gets here before we finish, kill them!"
Becky and Tony were silent. She had visions of her father and Waldo and George and Louise being gunned down. They'd be unarmed except for spear guns, completely defenseless. How she hated this policeman and the rest of them! Rawlins seemed the worst of all. He, after all, was supposed to be a representative of the law!
Rawlins held his own gun on them and the pilot of the boat gazed out over the water, seemingly unconcerned. The others went over the side, their gear in place. They disappeared beneath the surface, leaving little bubbles behind them.
The box hadn't dropped in exactly the same place, and they took longer than usual to locate it. They were used to this. They'd been working as a team for years. Fortunately, the pilot of the plane had known just where to make the delivery. Sometimes, in the past, they'd had to put up with emergency pilots and green ones. All in all, it was an efficient, successful recovery. The grey-haired man swam up with the box. They heard a boat overhead. They nodded silently to each other in the water and spent a time below the surface, they all knew, if there was gunfire above. After a while it was apparent that things above were peaceful enough, and they figured Rawlins had the situation under control. They moved on cue from the grey-haired man and came to the top.
They broke through the surface. There were not two boats above, as they'd expected. There were three. The cabin cruiser, the shrimp boat that Becky's father had engaged for the diving expedition, and a small Coast Guard launch.
The men cursed themselves for not being more careful. Not noticing that a third boat had arrived was one of the few mistakes they'd made since they went into business together several years before. But it was a mistake they'd all live to regret. The grey-haired man started to submerge again. He held the box against his chest, trying to decide whether or not to drop it back down. If he did, and he managed to escape, he knew he'd never get another chance to retrieve it. One of the sailors on the Coast Guard launch made up his mind for him. He appeared at the railing of the launch, pointing a submachine gun at the three of them. The captain of the boat, a lieutenant, appeared at his side.
"Come up, gentlemen. And bring the box with you."
Becky was standing by her father when the three divers came on board the cabin cruiser. The box was opened while the divers were handcuffed by other crew members of the launch. Rawlins was secured with his own cuffs, which seemed to make him livid with anger.
"Hmmmmm," the lieutenant said, looking at Al Sands, "it's a good catch. I'd say twenty kilos of cocaine. We knew it was coming in somewhere near here, but all our intelligence told us it was being dropped farther north. These resort towns are hard to patrol. Private boats and planes all over the place."
"Cocaine?" Becky asked weakly. Then she fainted.
* * *
"It was Daddy's idea to contact the Coast Guard before he went out with the diving party," Becky told Tony. They were parked at the drive-in theater, watching a six-hour marathon of horror films.
"I'm sure glad he did," Tony said, reaching over and taking her hand.
"The more he thought about the divers who'd lost their lives trying to find the Wellingford Fortune, the more he got suspicious. They never found any of their bodies. And, well, sharks do leave little bits and pieces behind."
Tony shuddered.
Later, when they'd all gone into shore and finished with the red tape at the Coast Guard station, Louise, George and Waldo Reef had gone back and made their dive as planned. They found nothing, and they dismissed the sunken treasure as a hoax. Waldo Reef had given out a story to the local papers, building himself up as the instrumental figure in the capture of the smuggling ring. The supplier had left the country in his seaplane, but enough information about him had been found out to curtail his future activities.
"What you ended up finding was better than a sunken treasure," Tony said to Becky. He felt proud of her. Their ordeal had been like something out of the movies they liked so much, and Becky was a bigger star at school than ever. Now that she was going steady with him, he was the most envied guy on campus. He slid his hand under the little halter she was wearing and stroked her right breast. He felt her nipple harden.
"Not here, Tony!" she said.
"Come on, Becky, a little feel isn't going to hurt anyone."
"We might be seen."
"Everybody's too busy looking at the movies."
Becky relaxed and allowed him to stroke her breasts. When he tried to undo the halter and remove it she stopped him.
"Are you sure nobody's watching?"
"Positive."
She relaxed again. The halter slid from her body and she felt the cool night breeze across her breasts. Her nipples were excited. As excited as they became when he put his mouth on them.
"Well," she said, leaning against him to give him freer access to her body, "I guess that creep Waldo Reef got all the publicity he needed out of it, anyway."
"Yeah," Tony replied, cupping a tit in his hand and squeezing it. "Something I don't understand, though, that cop who was working with them-he seemed to know you."
"Did he?" Becky asked. "Well, maybe he's just seen me around town."
"I guess."
Tony took her hand and moved it to his lap. She almost cried out. He had taken his cock out of his trousers and it was rock hard!
'Tony!"
"Shhhh!"
His hands were on the zipper of her shorts, and he wasn't taking no for an answer. She struggled against him, but cars were parked close by and she didn't want to draw attention to them.
"No, please, Tony!" she whispered urgently.
"I have to get inside you, Becky."
"Not here. Some other time. My house or yours. When our parents are away!"
He was already slipping her shorts off. Underneath, her small nylon bikini panties offered him little obstacle. She let him remove them for fear they'd tear. She was tired of explaining to her mother that she constantly needed more money for underwear.
With no help from her, he was out of his jeans in seconds. She could see he didn't wear anything under them. The size of his cock, she had to admit, was impressive.
"I can't wait, baby. Sorry," he said. "How can we do it?"
"I'll slip way down so nobody can see my head. You sit on my lap. Just try to look like you're watching the movie!"
He took his position and Becky slid up over him. She was sitting quite high in the seat, but she rested her arm against the window and ran her hand nonchalantly through her red hair while she felt him wet his cock and start slipping it in. A deep, shuddering sigh went through her and the people in the next car looked over. She smiled and checked her wristwatch. Then his cock began to slip in and out, in and out. In a moment she was panting.
"Tony! We have to stop! I-I can't keep quiet when I'm getting fucked!"
"Shhhhh!"
He began to probe and jab into her faster, his strong legs supporting both of them while he rode her in his lap. She knew she was bouncing noticeably but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Oh! Oh, god!" she panted.
"Ummmmm!" he groaned in reply.
She felt his cock thickening and lengthening inside her. It was filling her almost completely. She knew that in a few years he'd probably have as much equipment as she could handle. She reached down and cupped his balls with one hand and her clit with the other.
"Play with my tits!" she hissed.
His hands came up her body, just under the window level. He rolled her erect nipples in his fingers and she grunted more loudly.
"I'm coming!" she whispered, almost frantically.
"Me, too!"
"Inside me?"
"Why not?"
"Agggghhh!"
"Agh! Agh! Agh!"
Their sounds were getting louder but they couldn't stop making them. The people in the other car looked over and watched them with full attention now. Becky didn't care. She was too far gone to care about what they thought. It was only when her passion had subsided and the car window next to hers rolled down that she realized she knew the other occupants. George and Louise smiled over.
"Right on!" Louise and George said, almost simultaneously.
Oh well, she thought. I guess I had it coming!
* * *
Al and Ellen Sands hadn't gotten along this well since their honeymoon. Al had mounted her this evening like a teenage stud. She could never remember him fucking her like this. She'd been on pins and needles for fear he'd find out about her screwing the officer who was arrested in the drug bust. He, she supposed, suspected that she'd found out about Louise Felts' visits to his office. She didn't care. Just as long as they were back together again, in every sense of the word.
Al pulled halfway out and gazed down at her, his eyes flickering with excitement.
"How about a little rough?" he asked.
She reached down and grabbed his cock around the base. Then she let it go, and sank her nails into his back.
"Show me just how hard you're talking about," she said.
His next brutal slam into her pussy almost pushed her through the mattress.
"Agggggh, god! Yesssss!" she almost screamed. Her eyes glanced toward the clock on the bedside table. After one a.m. and Becky was still out with Tony. She hoped Becky wasn't getting too much freedom for a girl her age. But then, why worry? Becky was such a little lady-she'd never allow boys to do anything that wasn't proper.
"Do that again," Louise said, digging her nails in harder. "Fuck my brains out!"
"Oh, sweetheart!" Al panted, plowing in again, harder and harder, "where have you been all my life?"
* * *
George cried out with pain. When Louise wanted something, even if it was just information, she had a habit of squeezing his nuts. She had a powerful grip, and George's face turned white.
"Cu-cut it out!" he pleaded.
"You're sure you aren't still dating Becky Sands? Behind my back?"
"Yes! I'm sure! It's the truth!"
She eased the pressure on his nuts and noticed that his cock had gotten quite erect, despite the torture.
"She'd probably still let you fuck her, though."
"I don't think so," George said, relieved that she'd calmed down. "She's crazy about Tony now. And I know she's still pissed off with me. Anyway, I'm not interested since she acted so childish at the drug bust. Fainting and everything. I know you wouldn't act that way, Louise. You're-you're all woman!"
"All right, then," Louise said, backing away from him. They were in her living room and both of them had stripped completely out of their clothes. The scene between Tony and Becky at the drive-in earlier had made them so horny they had raced for Louise's house afterwards. Her parents were in Tampa for the weekend. "Why don't you crawl over here and show me how much you like me? Why don't you crawl over here like a puppy dog and give my pussy a sniff?"
George's cock throbbed in the air, bobbing up and down excitedly. No girl had ever talked to him like this, and he felt himself getting hotter than he'd been in a long time. Louise looked so beautiful standing there, her black hair down over her shoulders, her breasts heaving excitedly, holding her cunt lips apart with her fingers. He sank to the carpet and started to crawl.
With George there was a difference, she realized. Tony had submitted to this sort of thing, but much more reluctantly. And he'd gotten even, too, which annoyed Louise a great deal. George seemed only too anxious to play the game. He crawled up to her and stopped, looking up for further instructions, like an obedient puppy.
"Sniff it!" she almost growled at him.
He buried his nose in her bushy black pussy and sniffed her sweet, womanly aromas.
"Now use your tongue!"
Her legs trembled when she felt his tongue slide deeply up into her hole. He began to lap hungrily and she held her vagina open as far as she could.
"Owww, yessss!" she sighed. "You can be my little lap dog from now on!"
He began to jerk his cock back and forth, in a frenzy now. She almost laughed. They had screwed around plenty before he dropped her for Becky Sands, but she'd never seen him so turned on. She was glad she'd discovered that she liked to be the dominant partner in love making. But it had taken a while to find just the right person. And to think, it had been George all along who wanted to be her slave.
"Unnnngh!" Louise grunted. "You're a bad dog! You're making me come! I'll have to punish you later! Aggggh!"
George lapped harder. Her knees almost buckled. "Here! Here! Finish me!" she cried, grabbing his head and mashing her crotch against it. He held onto her buttocks with his hands and used his tongue like a jackhammer. "NOW! AHHHHH!"
She heard George groan. His cock bobbed up and down in the air, looking for something to penetrate.
"Oh, god!" Louise choked, realizing his condition. She planted a bare foot on his chest, forcing his hungry mouth away from her pussy, and shoved him over backwards.
He landed on the carpet just as the first heavy jet of his semen splashed over his belly and chest.
* * *
Waldo Reef had never seen the girl, but he invited her into his empty classroom just the same. She was one of the new ones, he realized, and she hadn't signed for any course with him as of yet. She had auburn hair and an oval face with high cheekbones. Her breasts were small but well formed, and she had two of the loveliest legs he'd ever ogled.
Now, just minutes later, she was on her knees behind his desk, running her pretty little mouth all over the outside of his throbbing shaft. Occasionally she would lap the head, tasting the clear drops of fluid that oozed out of the tiny slit.
"Why don't you take your clothes off-Reva," he said, almost forgetting her name.
"Yes, Mr. Reef," the girl replied, unbuttoning her blouse. "I can't tell you what a thrill it is to meet you like this. The girls have told me so much about you since I came to Coral City."
"It's all true," he said.
"You really did capture a cocaine ring, all by yourself?" she asked, unzipping her skirt.
"No, of course not. I had a little help."
"You're so modest!" She moved closer to him and let him slide her white panties down over her hips. "Didn't you go out there to dive for an old sunken treasure? Something a pirate captain was supposed to have dropped there over a hundred years ago?"
"That's right!"
"Owwww, how romantic!" the girl almost swooned. His trousers were down around his ankles and he maneuvered her over his lap. She rested her head on his shoulder and let his cock slip into her vagina. She had lubricated it well, and she had very little difficulty getting it inside, although it was the biggest one she'd ever taken on. He fucked up into her for a little while, until both of them were panting, and then slowed back down.
"And-and you're an expert scuba diver?" she asked.
"That's right," he panted back.
"Owwwww! How wonderful! Do you think the treasure is still out there?"
"Possibly. The Coast Guard has the area so heavily patrolled now I'd have to wait a while to take another look."
"Owwwww-!" she moaned, reaching down and cupping his fat nuts in her hand. She'd been reading a book she found at a local store, all about Florida folklore. There was a picture on the cover of a pirate, staring fiercely at the reader, a gold earring in his ear and a stubby cigar in his mouth. This man didn't look too different, she thought. And it had been simplicity itself to get this far with him.
"Do-do you think you could teach me to scuba dive?" she asked, squeezing his thick cock with her cunt muscles and riding up and down on his lap.
"I-uh-yeah!" he gasped. He was close to popping his cork.
"And-and maybe we can look for the treasure together some day?"
"Su-sure!"
"Ahhhhh! I'm going to explode!" she cried. "Me-me too!"
Their howls might have been heard in the hallway, but school was out for the day.
