As he continued to suck voraciously on the sensitive little bud of her clitoris, Sarah arched high off the floor, only her shoulders resting on the rug, her wet, hair-lined cuntal slit grinding frantically against his face. Her entire naked body jerked spasmodically as his hot tongue probed deep in the clasping sheath of her vagina; the soft pulsing cuntal walls tried desperately to squeeze his tongue tight enough to contain it, to keep the slender, wetly probing tip buried in her hungry chasm.
Sarah was a seething fireball of desire now. Her eagerly rippling vagina seemed to grow, seemed big enough to swallow his whole head, to suck him ravenously into her belly and quench the lewd, insatiable lust that his touch was fanning inside her. She grabbed at the side of his face, clutching at his long hair, and pulled him tightly against her hot, hungrily writhing crotch, burying his face in the moist pungent furrow of her pussy, pushing his tongue even deeper in her voracious channel.
But the need was too great; there was only one way to quench the blood-swirling passion raging in her loins.
"Please… fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she begged, her eyes wide with an animal fury. "Fuck me… Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Sammy stopped his teasing play, pulled his tongue from her wetly clasping vagina. "Sure, baby… I think you're about ready for me!" he said in adolescent toughness.
She thought of someone seeing her like this, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but that long hard pole of flesh she glimpsed as Sammy pulled his head from between her legs and kneeled just inches away from her upturned, frantically grinding loins.
But the young boy was taking his time, savoring every golden second of this, enjoying the thrill and excitement of making this beautiful blonde squirm with anticipation… he wanted her just right, begging for his cock, pleading with him to answer the overpowering need in her belly. Just another few seconds, he thought, just another few seconds and she'll be perfect!
He pushed her legs harder against her softly flattened breasts and positioned himself. Hesitating a second he yanked a cushion from the bed and slid it under the smooth rounded globes of her ass, lifting her easily with one hand. Yes, that's perfect… just the right angle. I'll be ramming right up her throat from here! Christ, has she ever got a sweet little cunt on her! Look at that thing, just quivering and sucking… man, she'll pull my balls off with that tight little pussy! Goddamn, what a piece of tail!
Sarah looked at Sammy and for an instant he reminded her of the surfers from California she'd seen in magazines, the tall blonde muscle-boys with wet hair. He was incredibly well built, and that long hard cock of his wouldn't have shamed a grown man twice his size. She closed her eyes again and the picture vanished…
The thin, hair-fringed crevice of her naked vagina was quivering with the maddening desire that had taken control of her body and mind. Her eyes were tightly clenched, it didn't matter whose hotly throbbing penis was teasing the warm soft lips of her pussy. It could have been her own lost husband… it could have been a thousand others. At this moment, nothing mattered but feeling that rock-hard shaft buried deep inside her, to feel the walls of her hungry slit close tightly around the bucking and rearing pole and suck it frantically up into her womb. She ground her crotch desperately up to reach the elusive rod.
"Oh, no… now please!"
She was going stark-raving mad without a man inside her; she'd lose her mind without relief.
"Fuck me, honey! Stick it up in me! Stick it up in me hard! Split me open with your big cock!"
She reached for it clumsily, her reflexes still slowed by the drugs, but her fingers found the thick fleshy shaft. She stroked its heated length almost deliriously with her fingertips, pulling it toward her warmly clasping vagina, feeling his manhood grow even harder and longer at her touch. She could feel the swollen knob on the end of it fill with hot swirling blood as the heatedly pulsating shaft brushed her vaginal lips ever so lightly.
Sammy could hold back his charge no longer, and without warning snapped his loins forward… "AAAAAAwwwwww…" Sarah cried out in sharp pain as the long hard pole slipped wetly inside and rammed its way to the hilt far up inside her drug-crazed cunt. She was forced back brutally to the floor as he jammed into her with all the fury of his virile young body behind his first thrust. The soft pliant walls of her vagina-rippled aside in warm pink waves as his hotly pulsing cock drove up against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
She gasped an unintelligible cry, then, "Oh God, it's killing me… it's so deep! It's so deep inside me!" It was longer than she had expected, and it hurt.
Sammy hesitated not an instant, but pulled his lust-hardened shaft out of her until just an inch remained between her wet moistly sucking pussy lips, then rammed it home again, once more sinking into her tightly clasping sheath until his pubic hair matted with her and his balls slapped loudly and obscenely in the upturned defenseless furrow of her ass. The powerful youth didn't ease his relentless rhythm for an instant; he knew he had her off balance and teetering on the brink of insanity from the wild fucking he was giving her. Sarah's eyes were open, but she saw nothing, just an endless array of bright flashing colors, a psychedelic merry-go-round of reds and yellows and purples that whirred by her eyes.
"Getting to you, right. Don't tell me you've never had it so far down before… feels nice, right sweetheart?" His voice had the phony arrogance of a teenage street fighter.
He was taunting her, adding to the humiliation she knew she should have felt. But there was no embarrassed anguish, no abject degradation… nothing but the insatiable hunger in her belly for his seething hot load of male sperm.
Lunge after pistoning lunge disappeared in her warm juicy tunnel, every virile thrust sending another fresh wave of ecstasy through her nakedly writhing body. Her rippling pussy walls tightly gripped the long hard intruder, only letting go reluctantly as the glistening wet shaft slithered out, then back in, sinking each delicious time to the very base of his rigid young cock.
Sarah couldn't see anyone now, just the blurry outline of the naked boy who was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, and she was responding with every cell, every fiber of her very being. Sammy pumped his hotly throbbing flesh into her again and again, her nibbling vaginal lips clinging to the thick white shaft as it slid wetly from her clasping grasp.
"Oh God… oh God," she moaned like a broken record endlessly repeating itself.
She knew she couldn't stop what was happening… and she knew she wouldn't, even if she could. She was soaring on rocketing pinnacles of sexual wantonness, sexual abandonment she'd never have guessed possible. She was feeling a newly released sexuality, a newly freed lasciviousness that was beyond her wildest fantasies. This young boy, a stranger until this moment, was doing incredible, unbelievable things to her… he was taking her places she'd never dreamed existed. And she could not stop him… she wouldn't!
Sammy could see she was truly all his now – his living love-slave, his to use any way he desired. She was ready and eager to take anything he could dish out… He smiled as he looked at her voluptuously naked form doubled beneath his thrusts, her long blonde hair spilling around her head like a halo. He slowed the relentless, deep jabs to a steady pumping rhythm, fucking in and out of her with smooth, easy strokes. And then she felt the first incredible waves of ecstasy moving outward from the pit of her belly to the tightly clasping pink lips of her pussy which still tautly gripped the hard thick shaft of his penis.
"Oh Goddamn," she screamed. "That's it, lover! Fuck me, fuck me… FUCK ME!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sarah scarcely remembered being helped from the camper and led along the dirt path that led to one of the show's biggest transfer vans, a huge blue one emblazoned with Henry Hawkins' advertising along its full length. It was dark, late it seemed as she walked gingerly, barefoot, along the trail. Someone was leading her. Was it Sammy? Sweet young Sammy? Or was it Henry? Or was it someone else she'd never seen before?