"Teaser in torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER TWO

On Friday I was looking out the window of a 707 heading south. My dad was drinking a Scotch and going over some papers in his briefcase. Of course I was excited. I guess to Daddy it was just another working day. He was to get me settled in the Sand Palace, the big resort on the coast, while he flew off again to three more cities to visit clients. Daddy was a CPA. Somebody who cheated on other peoples' taxes for them. CPAs were the best cheaters in the world. They went to school to learn how. Daddy told me all this himself.

The room at the Palace was dreamy. Daddy stayed long enough to rearrange a bag and have a few more drinks. When he went in the bathroom to shave, I finished the dregs of his Scotch and water and went to the window to look out. I never drank much, but on the flight down something had been bothering me. Barry. What he had done. The real problem was not being able to tell anyone. Usually I kind of liked to talk over my problems with a friend. If the problems weren't too personal, I could even work them out with my mother.

But not what Barry had done. I couldn't tell anybody about that! What made it worse was that my butt still tinged to remind me of that big, hot cock shoved up inside my asshole. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought he'd stretched my bung some. That had to be my imagination! But I couldn't seem to shake off the recurrent memories. I felt a little tainted, virgin though I was. So Daddy's Scotch seemed to help a little. When he came out of the bathroom and threw some things in a bag, I was relieved to see that he meant to leave an almost full bottle there with me.

"I should be back in four or five days, hon," he said, hugging me. "I'll call from Atlanta and fill you in on my schedule. Your Aunt Ariel is going to drive down tomorrow or the next day to see if you're doing okay."

"Do I have to be looked after, Daddy?" I'd wanted to be on my own for a change. My aunt was nice enough but I knew she and her husband would want me to pay them a visit and see the sights and all that kind of crap.

"Your mother thought it would be a good idea. Besides, Ariel and Roger haven't seen you for five years." He stepped back like he hadn't seen me for a long time himself. "You be careful where you go dressed like that," he said.

"Just shorts and a top, Daddy."

"Yes, I know. But shorts on you…" He rubbed his chin. "Well, I have to run. My flight leaves in half an hour."

I hugged him good-bye and watched him go down the hall. Then I shut the door, went back to the Scotch and poured me some in the bottom of a glass. I was damned if I was going to spend any time with Ariel and Roger. That wasn't any adventure, nice as I knew they were. The Scotch was pretty strong, so I added some ice. I was feeling loose.

I took a long look at myself in the mirror. Black hair tumbled over, my shoulders, half-hiding my halter top. At eighteen I still didn't have much to fill that halter with but what was there rode high and firm on my chest. The material poked out where my nipples were. I did have nice nipples. They weren't teeny little pink wrinkles like some of my friends had. Mine were dark and thick, and when I was thinking sexy, they jutted out and got so sensitive that I could scream when a boy tried to touch them. My legs were pretty fine. Long and lean. Willowy is what one date called me. Flat-bellied and slim-hipped. I licked my lips wet, pouted. The booze made me giggle. I grabbed my bikini, rolled it in a towel and started off for the beach. There was still half a day left to get a little sun. But I didn't make-it out the front door of the hotel.

"You're Miss Durant, aren't you? Miss Robyn Durant?"

"Yeah, that's me." I couldn't understand how the man knew my name. He was broad in the shoulders and good-looking. Curly, brown hair. A scar across one cheek. He looked like he'd handled a few rough situations in his life. He was dressed casually, like anyone you might see at a resort hotel.

"My name is Scott Morely. Your father told me to look after you."

"My father?" I glimpsed the diamond ring on his finger. It wasn't showy, but it looked like the real thing. He smiled and the scar crooked.

"I'm the house detective here at the Palace. Night duty. Mr. Durant told me you'd be spending a few days alone and wanted to make sure I was aware." He surveyed my legs. It didn't take but a flash of his eyes, but I knew he'd had a good look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The shy type, huh?"

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

Scott floated in beside me. The water was warm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eatin' stuff."

"What did you s-s-say?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Noooo! Ohhh, God, don't… don't!"

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

"You better untie me… right now!"

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

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

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

"Nhhhaaaa! Nooooo!"

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

"Ohhh, damn you… this is… awful!"

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

"Nooooooo!"

"It isn't doing you any good."

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

"Who are you saving it for?"

"Not you… I hate you!"

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

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

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

"Huuhnnnnn!"

"You want more, don't you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, sugar, you feeling all right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

"You said you have to go to work."

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

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

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

"What do you have in mind, baby?"

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

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

"Let me go."

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

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

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

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