The pouting blonde was particularly upset because she had thought she would be able to go to bed without this irritating confrontation with Dirk. She was getting tired of him and wanted nothing more than to climb into her bed and think about Scott, to relive every single moment of her first lewdly exciting tongue-fuck down in the mine today.
She had been encouraged by the fact that no one seemed to be at the house when she and Scott returned from the mine, and leaving the handsome man with a burning kiss, she had run straight to her bedroom. It was such a relief that Dirk had not been waiting for her that Jassy was totally unprepared ta have him come pounding on her door after dinner that evening.
"Scott Thorpe wanted to see the mine. I think he wanted to see a little more than that."
"Dirk you are really a bastard!" Jassy yelled in outrage. "Would you please leave my room and from now on mind your own business."
Dirk left, he didn't want a scene, and after all, she did have a right to her privacy. He didn't deny that, and he really wasn't trying to meddle, he just didn't want to see her hurt. She had never been exposed to a sophisticated man like Scott Thorpe. She didn't know how to handle him. It took a woman like Amanda to handle a bastard like Thorpe.
At the thought of the cock-hungry red-head, Dirk felt his prick jerk longingly.
"Oh God, Jassy," he whispered into his empty room. "I just want to protect you! Don't you understand? I don't want you to be hurt!"
But he couldn't blame her for the way she felt about Scott Thorpe. He was a pretty sharp looking man, the kind that really got the ladies' juices up and he knew that Jassy had never met anyone like him before and she was blinded by him. Just as he was infatuated with Amanda Woods, he mused, remembering the torrid fuck that he and Amanda had indulged themselves in earlier that afternoon.
"Christ, I could certainly go for a little more of that!" he murmured to himself, his cock aching painfully at the memory of her voluptuously rounded nakedness spread out white and inviting beneath him on the bed.
Even though he knew he couldn't offer Amanda the kind of life he assumed she was used to in the city, he wanted her to stay in Beaulea with him as long as she could. One afternoon of wild passionate fucking had made his life up in Beaulea seem a little less wonderful than it had been before she came.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What a chick!" Scott chuckled. He couldn't wait until he got his cock into that little blonde virgin's cunt and Amanda was helping him right now by screwing with the watchdog miner. She'd helped him spread a lot of pretty young legs when he wanted someplace new to put his cock, and Jassy was only the latest in the series. Amanda was some woman, not many girl friends would help their boy friends hunt for new pussy to fuck.
He smiled to himself as he walked downstairs to Jassy's room. He knew he would be safe with her because Dirk would be busy upstairs fucking the mind out of Amanda. Scott felt the exhilaration he always felt when he knew he was about to get something he wanted. God, there was nothing better than knowing you were going to win. It was almost better than the winning itself!
The house was dark and slightly musty as he walked through the downstairs, as though there was no one living in it. Like an old house, just the kind of place Jassy would live in, he thought. The taste of her sweet little hair-trimmed pussy was still on his lips as he hurried down the hall and knocked softly on the door he knew to be hers.
"Who is it?" Jassy asked sleepily. And then she was wide awake, for she knew who it was. It had to be Scott!
"It's Scott, baby, who else?" His voice came through the door to her, and then the knob was turning, and as Jassy sat up in bed, the self-centered mine owner's son moved into the room and glided rapidly to the bed. He kissed her long and hard, letting his hands roam beneath her soft cotton nightgown, along the silken flesh that quivered nakedly at his brazen touch.
Jassy could feel him lean and hard next to her as he sank down onto the bed. There was something about him tonight that frightened her, and she didn't quite know whether it was the liquor on his breath or his hurried manner. Dirk's words of warning still weighed on her mind because she knew in her heart that he was probably right. She whispered; "No… no we mustn't. Amanda or Dirk might hear us!"
"Nobody's going to hear us together, sweetheart, don't you worry," Scott reassured her. His hand was on her huge tit, squeezing it hard, and Jassy felt shivers of lurid excitement course through her nearly naked body despite her fear.
"Here, get a handful of this!" Scott urged, pulling her small hand down to touch the hardness of his throbbing prick where it pulsed impatiently beneath his trousers. Her hand jerked backward from it, as though she d been burned, but Scott insistently drew it back, at the same time unzipping his fly to release the painfully aching cock-pole,
"Oh!" Jassy tried desperately to get her hand away from the too-intimate touch of Scott's naked shaft, but the amoral rich man only grinned lasciviously at her and held her hand firmly in place.
"Oh baby," he whispered, almost sadistically as he observed Jassy's confusion and reluctance. "I can hardly wait to feel those two beautiful legs of yours up around my neck, and dickie here ramming straight up into your tight little cunt!"
"No… no, Scott. I couldn't possibly… I… I've never…"
"I know you've never. That's why I want to fuck you. Otherwise I might not be so interested."
"No! I could never do that to Dirk!" Jassy cried, suddenly getting a glimmer of what her Dirk might have meant about not wanting her to be hurt. "I couldn't…"
"Hah!" Scott couldn't control his liquor loosened tongue. "You've got to be kidding. If it is Dirk you're worried about, he is probably slipping a little hard cock to Amanda right at this very moment. So why shouldn't you have a little fun, too?"
Jassy stared at him in disbelief. "Dirk and your girl friend?"
"Yeah, he's probably fuckin' her ragged right now, or vice-versa!"
"You're lying!" Jassy gasped. "He wouldn't do such a thing!"
His revelation shocked her. She'd never even thought of anything like that. She's never even thought of Dirk as a man who needed to fuck.
"Yeah? Well, come on, little girl. If you don't believe me, I'll take you on upstairs. That's where they're going at it tonight. Want to go?"
Scott was already zipping up his fly having returned his somewhat deflated prick to the confines of his pants when he saw that things weren't going to move as swiftly as he'd thought they would.
Stunned, Jassy climbed out of bed and began to get dressed, in case Scott was wrong and somebody saw her. She shivered as Scott sat on the bed watching her, nonchalantly whistling a tune, but taking in every inch of her sensuous cream-white curves as she hurriedly pulled on a pair of panties and a lightweight housedress, all the while trying to convince herself that it wasn't true, that Dirk couldn't possibly be such a hypocrite.
Scott could feel himself getting sober as he headed up the stairs to Amanda's room, with Jassy silently along beside him, lost in thought. This whole thing wasn't quite the good time he'd expected. Still, if his suspicions about what was going on in Amanda's room were right, he thought he might still get some fun out of this naive blonde before the evening was over.
Jassy, tight-lipped and silent, walked quietly beside Scott as he led her to Amanda's bedroom. If what Scott said was true, she thought, maybe it would be better if she didn't know for sure. But she said nothing, and a few seconds later, they were standing a short distance from the closet door of Amanda's bedroom. They approached the door and Jassy could see that there was a light coming from under the door.
"She's probably just reading a book," she said with determination, more to convince herself than Scott.