Beth screamed at the brutal and painful entry into her semidry cunt. She assailed him with obscenities, and renewed her struggles to be free, but he held her fast.
Long Cock snaked his right hand down to her cunt. With his fingers he massaged the area just above her mound of venus. His thumb gently manipulated her clit. As he dug into the bone above her mound, he could feel the top of his long dong massaging the inner walls of her cunt.
Beth continued struggling, but at the same time something strange was happening to her. Her screams and obscenities, which had only served to make Long Cock hotter, were gradually turning into moans.
As her struggling abated, Long Cock reached his mouth down to hers. Before she realized what had happened, he had crushed his lips onto hers, and his tongue had forced its way into her mouth.
Beth was helpless now. Between his big rod pumping in and out of her now well lubricated cunt, and his hand massaging her now hard little clit and the erotic area above her cunt, she was slowly succumbing to his lustful desires. When Long Cock thrust his tongue into her mouth, an electric spark shot down her spine.
She hated this man for forcing her to his will, but his powerful animal magnetism was overpowering her. She could feel her temperature rising, but this time it was due to desire, not anger.
In and out Long Cock pumped his meat, with sure rhythmic thrusts. His tongue fucked her mouth and his right hand was now engaged in pumping her right tit. He was a master of sex. He knew every way to subdue a female and to please her. Most of all, he knew how to please himself.
The girl moaned around his tongue, causing his balls to tingle. He stepped up the pumping, feeling the blood swell his cock to tree trunk size. Beth had a tight, deep cunt that accommodated every inch of his big dick. He thrust hard and deep now, his balls banging against the doors of her opening and the head of his prick banging hard against the back of her vagina.
Beth was straining against her bonds again, but this time it was because she wanted to get her arms around Long Cock. She could feel her head swirling with delight, her body preparing for an outrageous climax. She wanted to grab a hold of this man and grind her boobs into his chest, rub herself against his manly body.
Long Cock knew from the heat of his balls that he was going to climax soon. He knew the girl had been caught up in the passion of the fuck and would be joining him. He kissed her once again passionately and then moved down to suck on her left breast.
Beth moaned again. "Oh, my God. I can't stand it!" she cried. "What are you doing to me?"
Long Cock just kept on fucking and sucking.
"Oh stop! Stop!" Beth cried out. "Stop! I can't stand it any longer!"
Far from stopping, Long Cock moved faster now, his strokes short and hard, her protestations driving him on to new frenzied heights. The roots of his tree trunk vibrated. His balls started stirring as if they had a life of their own. He knew he was close now, and he stopped sucking on her breast to concentrate on the last few thrusts that would let him explode like a ten cannon salute within her.
Beth's body was tense with the building of her own climax, with that muscle alertness that occurs just before the dam breaks and the waves of passion roll through.
With one last mighty thrust, Long Cock rammed in his rod. As the head hit the back wall of her cunt, the juices were released from his balls like cannon shot.
The load bit the back wall of her vagina like a fiery stream of molten lava. As it hit, it triggered Beth's own climax and the two of them hung mid-air in ecstasy.
They howled, as mindless pleasure tore through their bodies. They moaned, as waves of released passion vibrated up their spines.
And when it was over, Beth drooped helplessly against the post to which she was still bound, her breasts heaving in the wake of passion.
The captain looked down at the naked teen-aged, red-haired beauty, her curvaceous spent form drooping against the post. He smiled to himself. Not only had he conquered another beautiful woman with his long cock, but it had been a damn good fuck to boot! And, he knew the next time it would be even better!
CHAPTER FIVE
Hank Fisher woke up with a smile on his face, and visions of the curly red hair of Beth's cunt in his mind, but he suddenly became aware of the blast of music issuing from a portable radio. He looked around him, startled. The beach was teeming with people. The sun was high overhead.
He sighed. "There was no doubt about it, though," he told himself. "The redhead really liked being banged by me. I sure taught her the marvels of my prick and had one helluva fuck… for free!"
As he was musing over this, he suddenly realized that all this fucking around (even if it had only been in his mind) had given him an enormous appetite… for food.
Hank hoisted himself up on one elbow and looked around to see if he could locate a food stand. He spotted one not too far away, almost obscured by the mob of people.
He lumbered to his feet, secured his wallet and trudged off toward the fast food stand.
Hungry sun worshipers were stacked four and five deep around the small rectangular refreshment stand. There would be a good wait before Hank could make it to the counter, but he was still half in a dream haze and didn't mind the wait. Besides, he had just caught a glimpse of a little blonde in a green, string bikini. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, and her pert little face was more freckled than tan.
He angled and craned his head for a better view. She was just a little thing. Her nubile breasts hardly filling out the "A" cup of her suit. The bones showed through her rib cage; he could count them. Her stomach was so flat it was almost hollow. Hank strained to see the rest of her.
Ah, there was her navel, as tiny as the dimple in an orange. The wisp of string cloth hung precariously on her thin hips. It curved high over her trim thighs and disappeared into a thin line in the V of her crotch. It was so tiny, her little labial lips almost bulged out from under it.
What a sweet little cunt she has, Hank thought. Small and tight. Just right for sucking. Yeah, he said to himself, licking his lips, there is one little pussy just right for eating, Hank began mentally undressing the little girl. While his mind was preoccupied with sex, he automatically moved forward as the slow moving crowd pressed to get nearer the refreshment stand counter.
Hank began daydreaming again. He saw himself moving slowly, suavely towards the sweet child with the baby-blond hair and freckles. As he neared, he moistened his lips with a flick of his expectant tongue.
He stood quietly beside her, thinking heavy, sexual thoughts. The girl was unaware of his presence at first. But as if she could feel the vibrations of his lust, she turned and looked up at him, full in the face, with her frank, innocent, hazel eyes.
"Little girl," sexy Hank Fisher said, looking down at her innocent open face, gazing deeply and meaningfully into her clear hazel eyes, "has anyone ever sucked your cunt, chewed on your clit, or stuck his tongue in your hole?"
The little girl pursed her tiny mouth thoughtfully. "Ummm, no," she answered sweetly, "at least not that I can remember."
"Then kindly," Hank said in his cultured manly voice, offering her his arm, "let me be the first."
The little girl smiled shyly at this handsome man of the world, tucked a tiny hand in the crook of his proffered elbow trustingly. Hank patted her tender little hand and led her majestically away from the people to a secluded clump of bushes.
He gently eased her down onto a soft thatch of luxuriant grass. He knelt over her, smiling gently into her trusting little face.
"You… you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked him in her sweet little voice.
"Of course not, my little bird," Hank said reassuringly and brushed his lips across her cheek. "What kind of a cad do you take me for?"