Chapter 8
It was still an hour before she would be through for the day, and Mandy was trying to keep busy. She didn't want to think about the web that seemed to be closing in around her. As Jimmy continued to initiate her into the inner circles of his sexual operations she was expected to perform more services. He taught her how to suck cock, how to fuck, how to please a friend. Mandy shivered at what her next duty might be.
When her buzzer sounded and she answered to find Tanya on the line, she was afraid that the next episode was about to begin. She was right. It was Brewster. Jimmy had left the mansion for the rest of the day, but Brewster wanted to take Mandy out to dinner. Mandy tried to make up an excuse, but as she stammered over the intercom, Brewster came through her door and loomed over her, hands on his hips, a sly grin on his face.
"I never did like trying to tell somebody what to say for me," he said loudly.
"Why don't you t t take Tanya out. She's probably more eager to go than I am."
"That may be true, but I want you."
Mandy swallowed and pushed a nervous hand through her hair. She rose slowly and came around the desk. It seemed such a short time ago she'd been on her knees in front of Jimmy, his hot cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She could still taste his cum. If she went out with Brewster, what would he expect of her? She felt so small and weak and innocent.
"The last time we were together, you frightened me," she said.
"I'll promise I won't make you do anything you don't want to do," Brewster told her. His hand touched her shoulder. "Come on, I'll bet you're hungry."
Mandy got her sweater and followed the huge ex football player out of the office. As she passed Tanya's desk, she saw the smile on the girl's lips.
Mandy felt as if she were being led away like a slave. And a certain part of her trembled inside and was excited as she got into Brewster's car. What made her feel like this? After all that her parents had told her about the dangers of sex, how could she agree to go out to dinner with a man who'd actually forced his cock into her ass? Even the way he looked at her gave her the shivers. She could see his cock stretching out against his slacks.
The supper club was very imagine and Mandy found herself hungrier than she had thought. But she stayed away from the wine. She didn't want to lose control of her emotions. She wanted to keep a cool head. It wasn't easy with Brewster touching her leg under the table.
"You were born to be fucked and fondled he told her in a sexy whisper. "You're like a statue in a museum, your tits, your ass."
"Please, Brewster, don't say those things. I'm just a young girl trying to get along. You don't make it easy."
"You're not trying to tell me you don't enjoy sex?"
"Well, I...." Mandy pressed her lips together and straightened her shoulders. "It depends."
"Depends on how big the guy's cock is?" Brewster asked, laughing.
"You're horrible." But as he told her this, Mandy remembered the different cocks she'd seen.
Jimmy's was thick and large. Tommy's was as long as his father's, but more slender, more delicate looking. The thought of it sliding into her cunt gave her a shiver. She found herself smiling, her cheeks flushed. Brewster laughed again. "See, you're thinking of it right now."
"Of course I wasn't," Mandy lied. "The trouble with you, pretty girl, is that you won't admit how you really feel. You won't admit that it's natural for a woman to think of a cock stabbing into her pussy."
"I think you'd better take me home," Mandy demanded.
"Not yet, baby. Not just yet." When the boy brought the car around, Mandy felt a moment of panic. Before she got in, she wondered if she could just start running. Maybe if she made enough of a commotion, Brewster wouldn't pursue her. But then he grabbed her elbow and pushed her in, closing the door behind her. In a few moments, they were speeding away, the expensive automobile almost soundless as Brewster guided it through heavy traffic.
"Where are we going?" Mandy asked, her voice quivering. "You'll see."
Mandy was more nervous than ever. She could almost smell Brewster's lust. She remembered vividly all the ways he'd touched her that first night. She knew his cock was huge. She hadn't really had a good look at it, but it was the largest cock she'd ever been fucked by. Now she was recalling some of the things she'd done while Brewster had ass fucked her. She'd touched his balls! She'd squeezed them like he'd asked her to. Mandy blushed with shame to remember her own crazed actions. "I must have been drunk," she mumbled. "What's that you said, baby?"
"Nothing. Where are we going?" They were down by the docks now. Mandy could see the rigging of yachts along the marina. She looked around as if seeking a path of escape. But things were narrowing down for her with every passing second. Brewster braked and came around to her side of the car. He blocked her path so she couldn't make a break for it. She walked ahead of him towards the large cabin cruiser. Brewster half lifted her, half carried her aboard.
"I'm renting this boat while I'm in town," he told her. "I used to do some sailing myself."
It didn't take half an hour for Brewster to guide the cruiser into open water and head south down the coast. Lights moved past on the shore as Mandy clung to the rail, her heart beating faster now. She knew she was alone with Brewster, trapped on this boat. She knew what he wanted to do to her. He'd only had his fingers in her hot little pussy. He wanted to try something a bit more intimate. He wanted to fuck her hot little pussy.
"Why don't you come up here?" Brewster called from the wheelhouse.
"This is fine," Mandy called back.
"Then go change into something more casual," he said. "You'll find a little present on the bed in my cabin.
"I'll just keep my dress on, thanks."
"Go change, Mandy, or I'll come change your clothes for you."
Mandy hurried down the steps to the cabin. A dim light glowed from the wall. She glanced to the bed where Brewster had laid out her surprise. She was shocked to see an outfit every bit as skimpy as the panties Tanya had picked out for her that day in town. The only difference was that now she had a matching top to go with the bottoms. And as she picked the silky undies up, she saw other differences. The panties had a string tie on one side.
Mandy was breathing hard by the time she skinned off her white dress and slipped into these naughty little nothings. The bra was of the sheerest nylon and cupped her firm, white tits tightly. But her nipples pushed out the material as if there were nothing there at all. With the red silk contrasting sharply against her white skin, Mandy made her way back to the deck. By now, they were moving through a warm breeze. Despite her skimpy attire, Mandy wasn't chilly. But she was trembling anyway.
She didn't look around to where Brewster was, though she knew his eyes were on her. The cruiser plunged slowly ahead, and Mandy noticed that the sea was very calm now. She walked nervously along the rail, watching lights from the shore. They were out four or five miles. She turned suddenly when she heard footsteps behind her.
"I put her on a heading. I know these waters so we'll be all right for a while."
"Brewster, stay away from me." Mandy backed up until the rail was against the small of her back. Brewster came over and stood there without touching her. His eyes scanned every square inch of her body.
"When I was in high school, there was a cheerleader who looked just like you. I was in love with her so bad I was half crazy. But she didn't want anything to do with me. I had a picture of her that I jacked off to all the time. I even wrote poems for her. But she married some other goon."
Mandy swallowed hard. "She looked like me?"
"Almost exactly. I know 'cause I used to sneak down to the janitor's storeroom. He had cut a hole through the wall of the girl's locker room so he could watch them shower. I cut classes so I could watch that cheerleader taking off her clothes and soaping herself up and...."he took a big breath and let it out slowly. "I even watched her finger fuck one time. It turned me on something awful."
Mandy lowered her eyes. She could hardly bear to meet Brewster's hot gaze. She felt so naked, so vulnerable. But when he reached out for her, she bolted. She jumped over a coil of rope and hurried off down the side of the boat. Brewster cursed and came after her.
"You can't go anywhere, baby," he hollered. "You can run around in circles until you're exhausted, but you won't get away."
Mandy ran anyway. She ducked behind a life boat, then cut back behind the wheelhouse. A big hand caught her wrist and she gave a scream that could be heard a mile. Unfortunately, they were almost out of sight of the shore by now.
"I've got my little cheerleader now," Brewster gasped, kissing Mandy's blonde hair, his hands sliding down her naked back. She squirmed and tried to pull away, but now his fingers caressed the taut, red nylon that covered her cunt. It was damp and he knew it.
Mandy was pulled own the steps to the cabin and tossed onto the bed. Before she could slide away from his grasp, Brewster had pushed his mouth down against her cunt. For the next fifteen minutes, Mandy was slowly feasted upon, teased to the point of madness. She kept trying to resist the shimmering pleasure that rolled up her body. It was impossible. Brewster wasn't out to just rape her and satisfy himself with a quick, hot come. He was out to make her half crazy first. His mouth moved against her silky panty crotch with ever slipping under it. He tongued the edges, licked her thighs and belly, and fondled her tits.
Mandy was so excited by the time he pulled the little tie at the side of her panties, she was rolling her hips in slow, hungry circles. The drenched red satin was peeled away from the pinkness of her cunt. Brewster gazed into the glossy heat between the lips of her cunt as if he'd found the secret of the universe.
"No! Don't kiss me anymore...not there!"
His mouth pressed into her cunt, his tongue dividing each delicate fold, his lips sucking out her juices. Mandy writhed, her tits rising and falling under the tight clasp of her bikini bra. Despite her intention to resist, her knees bent up, then opened. She felt her cunt being stretched apart as she offered the hungry man everything she had.
And he wasted no time getting to it. By the sloppy, sucking sounds that came from between her thighs, Mandy knew Brewster was making a pig of himself. He was eating her like she'd never been eaten before!
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, my god! What are you doing to me?" Mandy squawked.
Brewster's tongue was so gentle, yet so hot! It explored the hottest, most secret places along the length of her cunt slit. It speared into her hole, smearing hot spit everywhere. And his lips moved across her hot young pussy like the softest velvet. Mandy plunged her ass up and down, smearing her juices against the man's chin.
The skimpy undies were hanging from one thigh now, and Mandy had almost forgotten she'd even had them on. Her mind was lost to the incredible juicy pleasure Brewster's mouth was giving her slick pussy.
"Uhh, uhhhhh, god!" she groaned, her head flopping back and forth.
When the pleasure stopped, it took Mandy a few moments to regain her composure. She was almost too weak to sit up. When at last she focused her eyes, she could see Brewster standing by the bed, stripping off his clothes. Another jolt of panic hit her, but she was too weak to attempt to get away. And where would she go if she did run?
"Oh god!" she cried, seeing his cock swing free. It looked over eight inches long and was as thick as her wrist. She babbled helplessly as the big man rolled onto the bed and caught her. He pulled her against him, pulled her on top of his body. Mandy could feel his muscled hardness against her tits, against her belly and thighs. He was so strong that he didn't even work up a sweat holding her. But the hardest thing of all was his cock. It was pressed between her belly and his. It was throbbing hard.
"You've got to get used to it sometime," he whispered.
"No!" Mandy squealed, shaking her head so hard that her blonde hair flew out over her shoulders. This little display seemed to make Brewster want her all the more.
"Feel how long it is against your belly?"
"Yes. It's scary!"
"Touch it," he commanded.
"No!" Mandy yelled.
Brewster made her sit against his thighs and forced her to circle her long fingers around his meat. Just to stare down at that thing made Mandy's breath quicken. But it was frightening. She estimated that it was probably eight or nine inches long. The head swelled as she pushed the skin back. It was dark from trapped blood and glistening with Brewster's sticky pre-cum. "Jack it," he ordered.
Mandy jacked. She pulled the skin up so that it almost covered his knob again, then stripped it down as far as she could. Brewster groaned and moved his hips. She repeated this again and again, watching the head grow even larger with every move of her trembling fingers.
Brewster's balls looked heavy and hot, but she kept her hands away. She remembered how strange those heavy eggs had felt when he'd made her touch them that other time. Her hot cunt was leaking juice now, making a slick smear against Brewster's left thigh where she perched and wiggled. Yes, she was wiggling, rubbing her parted cunt lips against him. She couldn't help herself after all that licking. She had to keep some sort of friction going or she'd flip out.
"Put your mouth on it," Brewster said forcefully.
Again, Mandy shook her head. Brewster's look told her she'd better obey or else. She inched back along his thigh, her pussy rubbing as she squirmed to get her head down. Mandy was panting by the time she touched her pursed lips lightly to his swollen, blood taut cock head.
"Damn," Brewster croaked.
Mandy didn't do anything but rub her lips around the surface of his cock tip. Her spit mingled with the big man's juices until everything was very slippery and sexy. Brewster made funny sounds in his throat for a while, then pulled her head away.
"Okay, baby, time for more fun," he announced.
"What? What are you gong to do?" she stammered.
Brewster pulled her up against his chest, her hard warm tits pressing against him. She tried to push herself up, but he wouldn't allow it. He moved her forward along his body, her knees straddling his hips, then his waist, as Mandy crawled to where he wanted her.
But apw she realized that in that position, with her knees pulled forward like that, her pussy was stretched wide. And as her lips touched Brewster's chin, he lifted his cock behind her. It brushed upwards into the dripping, fevered slickness of her pussy.
"Nhhhhooo," she groaned, her hips seesawing wildly. But moving like this only rubbed the entire surface of her cunt across Brewster's swollen cock head. The juicy, sexy sound took her breath away. And the slippery friction across her clit made her nipples stab out against the big man's chest.
"Ohhhh, please, don't fuck me! You'll kill me if you put that thing in me!"
Brewster just laughed, his hands petting her ass, sliding close to her parted cunt lips. Then he found her hole. Mandy made a strangled sound as he pushed his middle finger suddenly into her pussy.
"Ghhu, ghuuuuhh!" she gasped, her ass dancing as she felt the glorious pleasure spreading. Brewster wound her long hair in one hand, held her face up so he could tongue fuck her mouth. At the same time, he finger fucked her tight, young pussy. After a few seconds of this, Mandy was grunting like a hungry little piggy. Her cunt muscles squeezed against his knuckles.
"Just think," Brewster whispered, "my cock will feel even better that that."
"No...ohhhhh, I'm so scared." Yet despite her fear, Mandy couldn't stop working her ass around. That damned finger just wouldn't go quite deep enough! It wasn't quite big enough, either. Ohh, it was driving her crazy!
Brewster teased her for a while, then withdrew his finger so slowly that Mandy almost came unglued. She even reached back with her hand and tried to make him stuff it in again. Brewster licked her mouth, and when he pushed the tip of his tongue out again, she sucked at it voraciously. Her fingers still fumbled at his hand.
"Here," he panted, grabbing her wrist. "Grab this!"
Now Mandy's fingers clutched the thick, throbbing shaft of Brewster's cock. She was so hot she couldn't think. She jerked his heavy prick upwards, rubbing herself with the hot tip. She rubbed up and down, her ass plunging to increase the friction.
"Put it inside yourself," Brewster whispered. "I...I can't."
"Just think how good it'll feel to have that tight little cunt stretched."
"No!" she shrieked.
"Just imagine my cock sliding up into you. You can take as much as you want. I'm not doing anything but lie on my back. You're running the show."
"Don't want to...I'm afraid!" Mandy whimpered.
But even as Brewster said this, Mandy stroked her cunt again with his big, fat cock head. And she was inching it closer to her hole. Her muscles dilated rhythmically, yearning for his prick. Mandy felt giddy. She touched her pussy gently, then pulled his big prick away. A second later, she was rubbing her hole again. "Go on, you little nympho, stick it in!"
"I'm not a nympho," Mandy blurted. She wasn't even sure what a nympho was, just knew it was something she shouldn't be. Especially if Brewster thought she was. But it did feel so good to rub the edges of her hole with the head of his cock! As she rubbed his prick across her cunt, it throbbed, swelling and shrinking with a rhythm that seemed almost to match her hurried pulse.
"Ohhhh, I can't stand it!" she panted, centering the spongy tip against her hole. She tried with all her will to keep from sliding back down Brewster's body. But before she could stop herself, her willowy body squirmed atop him and she rocked her hips. The pressure against her pussy grew as she pressed back against the rigid shaft of meat she held with both trembling hands. Her pussy flooded juice now and she could feel it over her knuckles. Brewster's cock was so slippery, it was hard to hold on to. But she dug her nails in and clung with all her might. Again, her slim hips rocked from right to left. She inched back, one knee bent and then the other. Now the pressure against her tight, quivering hole was so much that it almost hurt. That swollen head was stretching her larger than she'd ever been stretched before! "...so big! Ohhhhh, it's too big!"
"Keep going, baby, just a little more...." Brewster's eyes were wild with the pleasure he felt as her strongly muscled hole clenched and spasmed around his hot prick tip.
Now Mandy wriggled in a frenzy of lust. She couldn't go on teasing herself, only half pushing that thing inside her cunt. She had the wildest need to stab it deep into her fevered pussy. And she did! With a groan, with her head thrown suddenly back, she gave a lunge, her back arching, then hunching up. There was a wet, slick sound and a shimmering, breathtaking thrill knifed through her body. Mandy made weak sounds of excitement as her velvet slick cunt slipped down over Brewster's cock. It was plowing her open, rubbing wonderfully against the inner flesh of her pussy. Her ass trembled and did a jerky, nervous dance. She moved awkwardly at first, not quite sure just what was going to happen to her now that she was impaled on the largest prick she'd ever fucked in her life.
Brewster petted her narrow back, panting almost as loudly as she was. Mandy was holding herself up on her elbows and knees, rolling her hips this way and that as she tested the size and depth of her cunt hole. As his gouging cock head brought pure pleasure to her pussy, she drooled on Brewster's chest, her fingers curling in the bedcovers, her long blond hair sweeping down over her face to tickle the big man's shoulders. She had been excited before. But nothing like this. Even when her hot pussy had been eaten, even J when she'd been finger fucked and fucked in the ass at the same time. Nothing was as excruciatingly thrilling as this! She seemed to be caught on the head of Brewster's cock now. It had swelled even larger, its flared edges catching at her cunt flesh until she could only roll her ass and roll her pussy around in circles upon his juice greased knob. The hot friction made the big man gasp as he pulled in air. He bent his head down to capture one of Mandy's white tits in his mouth. She gave a weak squeal and arched her back so he could get all of it. As his teeth edged into her tit, as his tongue tortured her nipple, she let out another moan. It was a low, animal like growl that started deep in her throat and ended in her nose. They were fucking wildly now, her ass never I stopping, his hands clutching each firm, plump cheek as she bobbed and plunged and fucked herself down another inch, then another.
"Yuuhhhh, s s so good!" Mandy screeched.
"Baby, get all of it! Get every damned inch of it!"
"Uhhhhhh, Brewster! Ohhhhhh, it's going in so deep! It's so big and hot!" Mandy breathed faster, her blue eyes wide with the wonder of Brewster's cock. It was like a small animal inside her! Throbbing and jerking against her clasped pussy. She bit her tongue, her pussy muscles squeezing his cock. As the tense circle closed, she realized that more than half of his prick was imbedded inside her twitching, writhing pussy hole.
Brewster's fingers fanned out under the cheeks of her ass as he guided her. She was still lying on top of him, her bent knees spread on each side of his body, her nipples tickling his chest. But now she was clutching his back with both hands, her ass prancing excitedly as she continued to press back against his throbbing stiff cock.
It was the sudden lunge that did it. Brewster moved his hips upward quickly, jabbing the last few inches of hard cock into her slippery hole. Mandy opened her mouth and made a gurgling sound as she felt her womb filled with cock. She was full! She had all of him now, her stretched cunt clasped tightly to every curve and bump of his cock shaft. From the edges of her inner lips, her juices leaked down to wet Brewster's balls.
"Now be still," he whispered. It wasn't easy to do what Brewster said, but Mandy bit her tongue and tried to keep her young ass from bobbing and dipping. Her pussy was convulsing with rhythmic contractions as if trying to milk the length of the big man's prick. But she managed to keep from moving.
"Just feel it inside you. Feel how hot and big it is. Now tell me if you like it."
"Oh, Brewster, you make me feel all crazy inside. Yes! Yes, I'm mad for it! I wish it could stay inside me forever! Inside my pussy! Aaaaghh!"
"Your juices are soaking into my cock," he gasped. "And deep, deep inside you, the head of my cock is pressed against your...."
"Yes! I can feel it!" Mandy tightened up her pussy muscles. "You're moving again," Brewster laughed. "I can't help it! Ohhhhh, it feels like heaven!" His big hands clutched her asscheeks, quieting her movements again. Mandy lay her head against his chest and tried to catch her breath. Her flesh shimmered with pleasure. Her heart beat fast and steady, each pulse making her cunt radiate with hot thrills. She longed to squirm against his hard cock again. But Brewster wouldn't let her. He lifted her face and she gave a little cry as their mouths joined. Then she was being kissed softly and deeply as the big man stroked her long, lean body.