Chapter 4
Sandy Morrison's head was swimming as the waitress brought her another Daiquiri in the cocktail lounge of the Bogota Hilton. Although it wasn't yet noon, the pretty young girl was already well on her way to being drunk. And no matter how much she drank, she couldn't seem to dull the edge of her anger.
The Moon Devil in Rio had been her dream of luxury, and Guy had ripped her away from its warm elegance at two o'clock in the morning to fly to Bogota! That had brought on the first fight of their married life. The second fight had taken place when they arrived in Bogota and registered at the Hilton. Guy had taken her to the room, then asked her to be patient while he went right out to search for that damned Lockwood man! All the resentment that had built up in Sandy's mind erupted in a fury that surprised her. But she had finally relented and Guy had gone in search of his man.
In a fit of spite, she ordered the champagne breakfast sent to her room. When the champagne seemed to relax her taut nerves, Sandy showered and dressed and went down to the cocktail lounge to see if she couldn't drink herself into oblivion.
She was feeling very sorry for herself and pictured herself the victim of a disastrous marriage. Over and over she asked herself how a man could jerk his bride around a continent and leave her alone in one strange hotel after another on their honeymoon. Unaccustomed to drinking, Sandy couldn't understand why she felt so light-headed or why she found it so difficult to concentrate. When she looked at her watch, the figures on the dial blurred for a moment. She giggled, then quickly looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed.
It was at that moment that Sandy first saw the tall, broad-shouldered man sitting several tables away. She blushed lightly when he raised his glass to her in a mock toast. Another glance around the room told her that they were alone in the cocktail lounge. She felt her pulse quicken when she saw the man stand and walk toward her.
"Hi! American?" the tall man said. "Yes," Sandy replied softly.
"So am I, and I'm lonely as hell down here. Are you lonely?"
Sandy started to say no and then stopped herself. If she wasn't lonely, what the hell was she? Of course she was lonely! And he seemed like an open, friendly personality.
"Yes, I think you could say I'm lonely," she replied.
"Fine. Mind if I sit down?" the man asked without waiting for a reply as he pulled out a chair and sat down beside her. "My name is Carl Burgener. I'm a mining engineer down here on a nine-week contract. What's your name?"
"Sandy...."
The man saw her hesitate with her last name and quickly offered to buy her a drink. He knew that she didn't need it because it was obvious that she was on her way to being bombed as it was. But Carl Burgener needed another drink! He had been drunk for five consecutive days, and when he showed up at the mine that morning he had been fired on the spot. After his divorce four years before, Carl began drinking. In the past two years he had lost three jobs and twice as many girlfriends. When he saw the lovely blonde sitting alone in the bar getting stoned, Carl began to wonder if perhaps his luck had changed. She had a luscious body and a very attractive face. For a brief moment, Carl wondered what it was that could drive a pretty young girl like Sandy to drink herself into oblivion before noon. His interest in her problems died quickly as he concentrated on seducing her.
Sandy openly appraised the stranger sitting at her table. She liked the sound of his voice as they chatted aimlessly. It was deep and resonant and almost hypnotic. His physique intrigued her. His shoulders were very broad and his chest was full. Yet his waist was narrow and slender. She wondered if he was one of the men who lifted weights to keep themselves trim and in shape.
She decided that he was handsome in a rugged, outdoor way. His chin was square and sharp. She didn't particularly like his full, Zapata style mustache, but she admitted to herself that it added to his overall appearance. Most important, he displayed an interest in her and he was fun to talk to. There was an unmistakable hint of lust in his eyes that both frightened and excited her. Several times she wondered what Guy would say if he walked in and found her having a drink with a handsome stranger, and she reached the conclusion she didn't give a damn what Guy Morrison thought.
The lounge began to fill up with businessmen bent on a long cocktail hour before an equally long lunch hour.
"This place will be jammed in a few minutes," Carl said casually. "And if there is anything I hate it's a bunch of Latins jabbering away in a language I can't understand. How about joining me for lunch in my suite? We'll have another drink or two and enjoy a quiet meal without all this noise."
"Gee," Sandy replied, "I don't know if I should."
"Who says you shouldn't?" Carl teased.
"Who indeed!" Sandy retorted. "Why not? I'd be delighted to have lunch with you, Carl. But can I ask you to take my arm and keep me steady as we leave? I think I've had one drink too many," she giggled tipsily.
Carl quickly signed the check, laughing to himself that the mining company would be stuck with this and the room when he caught the five-o'clock flight to Los Angeles that afternoon.
Sandy took his hand and let him lift her to her feet. Her head was swimming and she was suddenly dizzy. Gratefully, she linked her arm in his as they made their way slowly through the crowded tables. She avoided falling twice by leaning against him for support and Sandy knew that she would never have made it by herself.
She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty about having lunch with a strange man like this, but she was so mad at Guy that she really didn't care what he thought. Besides, Carl was helping to keep her from being lonely! She also realized that the alcohol had her in a terribly confused state. She didn't even realize that they were standing in front of the elevator until the doors glided apart and Carl led her inside. The next thing she knew, Sandy was standing inside his suite. She heard him turn the bolt on the door and she turned around.
"So we won't be annoyed by the maids," he said with a smile. "You know, you're a very pretty girl, Sandy."
"Thank you," Sandy replied with a smile. Then, before she knew what was happening, she felt his arms lock around her and his lips press against her mouth. The muscles in her body went taut and she tried to push him away. She opened her mouth to say something and his tongue darted between her teeth to probe her inner cheeks.
Sandy's conscience became alert. She knew this was wrong and she didn't want it to happen. His hard, muscular body was pressed tightly against her and she felt strange sensations begin racing through her system.
"No. No, we mustn't!" she gasped when their lips parted for a moment. "Please, Carl, no!"
Carl had no idea what game she was playing. In his experience, all women played games. Each one had her own peculiar set of rules. Some thought that they had to say "no" a certain number of times before they spread their legs. Others wanted to be begged and pretended that they were doing the man a favor. Still other liked to play the role of the virgin, even after they had been laid by every man in sight-including the paper boy and the mailman.
Carl was sick of these games and he had no intention of playing one with this easy pickup. He could feel the familiar itch in his balls as he held her luscious body pressed tightly against him. Her tits were crushed against his chest and he had to admit she had quite a set. To hell with her games! He was going to fuck her like she had never been fucked before-whether she liked it or not!
Holding her in his powerful arms, he lifted her off the floor and carried her to the king-size bed in the bedroom. She struggled weakly against him as he gently lowered her to the bed. Then suddenly her body went limp in his arms. Carl smiled. He realized that the alcohol that she had consumed had finally caught up with her and she had passed out. All the better, he said to himself. He knew that she would regain consciousness soon and he set to work stripping the clothes from her inert body. Propping her into a sitting position on the bed, he quickly removed her wool jacket, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her creamy white shoulders, and fumbled with the catch on her bra until it snapped open.
Beads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as he labored with her lifeless body. Without stopping to admire her growing nudity, Carl lowered her back on the mattress and quickly pulled her skirt, panties and hose off. When at last the pretty young girl was completely naked, Carl stood beside the bed and gazed admiringly down at her sensuous body.
She was one of the most gorgeous creatures that he had ever seen! Her golden blond hair fanned out beneath her head like a silken halo. The peaches-and-cream complexion of her resilient skin was highlighted on her face with the glistening coat of pale pink lipstick on her full, sensual lips.
A tiny ache began in Carl's groin as his eyes swept slowly down to her full chest. Her breasts were like large, ripe melons, full, taut and erect on her chest like two symmetrically perfect mounds capped with dark ripe cherries for nipples.
Carl slipped out of his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes continued their lust-filled journey of Sandy's naked body. His tongue swiped across his lips when he stared at the puff of golden silk that was her pubic mound. This was the first blond pussy that Carl had ever seen and it made his balls twitch with uncontrollable desire. Her silky pubic hair covered but didn't conceal the full cuntal lips.
His penis was rigid and straining as he jerked his slacks and shorts down and left them in a heap on the floor as he stepped out of them to stand stark-naked by the side of the bed.
His hand automatically went to the rigid shaft of his straining organ and he began stroking the length slowly, lewdly, as his hungry eyes feasted on her helpless nudity. Sandy reminded Carl of the first girl that he had dated after his divorce, a girl who had laughed at him, belittled him and refused him because he wasn't "man enough" for her. His hatred of that haughty bitch swept through his desire-heated body as he gazed down at the lewdly naked young girl on the bed.
Carl moved forward, leaning down above Sandy's innocent face. He stroked his surging organ until a heavy drop of white liquid appeared at the tip. Then, guiding his cock with his hand, he brought his hotly throbbing shaft to her face. The touch of her full lips against the taut skin on his penis made his heavy-laden balls twitch. He placed his lust-swollen cock in the trough formed by her luscious lips and moved slowly back and forth in a gentle sawing motion. He could feel the warm breath escaping from her nose caress the lust-engulfed length of his organ and it made his entire system tingle!
Again holding his penis in his hand, Carl began rubbing the blood-bloated purplish head all over her face. He rested it in each of her eyes, ran it over her soft pink cheeks, and placed it beneath her dainty nose, leaving glistening tracks as his lubricating juices oozed from the small eye at the tip of his organ. The muscles in his thighs quivered as he realized that for the first time in his life he had a beautiful girl entirely in his control. He could do anything to her that he wanted! He would make this proud bitch beg him for it before he was through!
Carl felt Sandy's breathing increase and he knew that she would be regaining consciousness soon. He wanted her to wake up so hot and filled with lust that she wouldn't be able to stand it! Straightening up, he moved to the foot of the bed and gently began spreading her soft, tender legs with his hands.
His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes witnessed the blooming of the flower of her vagina when her thighs parted and her crotch opened. Crawling up on the mattress on his knees between her soft thighs, Carl leaned down to sniff her sex as a man tests brandy. The clean, fresh aroma of her pussy entered his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, allowing the intoxicating odor to permeate his raging system, dropping his head lower and lower until the tip of his nose touched the silken fleece of her pubic mound.
Bringing his fingers to the fringes of her cunt, he spread the hair-covered lips of her sex wide open, much like the blooming petals of a rose. The aroma of her vagina became stronger, making his cock strain all the more against its taut skin. Slowly, lewdly, his tongue slipped between his lips and snaked down into the moist crevice of her slit. Carl flattened his tongue and brought the pointed tip to the bud of her anus. Then he lapped the entire length of her slit like a cow attacking a bar of salt.
The salty flavor of the young girl's moist sex seemed to explode in his mouth, caressing his every taste bud to send a savage animal lust racing through his body. He lapped her twice like this, until he felt her body begin to respond, then he concentrated on her clitoris by gently flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of his warm tongue. He smiled when he felt her clitoris quiver and tremble beneath his experienced attack. Carl knew that the young girl was becoming aroused and regaining consciousness at the same time and he began a steady massaging movement of his hot tongue against her sensitive bud.
Sandy gradually became aware of a pleasant, tingling sensation in her body. The veils of mist were beginning to clear in her mind as she struggled to find her way out of the thick black fog that surrounded her, but she kept her eyes tightly closed. She was afraid that she would lose the exciting, warm thing that was happening to her if she opened her eyes.
She tried to orient her mind, but she couldn't concentrate with the electric warmth that was flowing through her motionless body. She felt as if she were connected to a pleasure machine that increased the marvelous little shocks that it sent through her with each passing minute.
Her wedding suddenly flickered in her semiconscious mind and Sandy felt her body relax. She imagined that this was her wedding night with Guy and that he was making love to her, bringing her the physical joys that she had been so worried about. Holding her eyes tightly shut, she allowed herself to flow freely on the river of pleasure that was rushing through her.
Never in her young life had she felt such a pleasant, demanding fire between her legs. It seemed to burn slowly outward, licking each nerve ending in her young body with its teasing flames and igniting her passions with a vibrant intensity that made her heart pound in her ears. A pleasant flush swept across her skin as her body became more alive and her temperature rose. Sandy felt her nipples become hot coals and then pop erect.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned as her body seemed to become super-sensitive to the raging fire between her widely splayed legs.
The moan of pleasure escaping from her young throat caused Carl to increase his oral caresses on her now-distended clitoris. He knew that she was on the verge of regaining consciousness and he wanted her to be so hot when she came to, that she would be his willing, enthusiastic sexual slave. Carl could feel the muscles in her smooth young thighs begin to ripple with delightful spasms as her passion began flowing through her body in relentlessly lapping waves.
Her skin was taut, yet soft to his touch. As he continued licking the pearl of her clitoris, Carl rested his nose on her soft pubic mound and gazed up her voluptuous body. Her belly was flat and reminded him of a gently rolling desert leading to the majestic mounds of her tits. They stood straight up like two sculptured peaks, filling his vision with a delightfully lush growth of flesh on her chest. He could see her dark red nipples tremble with rivers of passion sweeping through her innocent young system. She's not only gorgeous, he said to himself as his tongue flicked mercilessly against her sensitive bud, but she's also a hot little bitch!
Sandy's body was on fire! Every inch of her flesh was alive and tuned in to what was happening to her. Wave after wave of fantastic excitement coursed through her body. Her heart seemed to be racing and the tempo of her breathing seemed to be steadily increasing. She could feel her nipples burning like beacons at the crest of her breasts.
The alcohol in her veins still held her in a suspended state removed from reality. It seemed to serve to intensify and magnify everything that was happening to her, and it made it almost impossible for her to think clearly. She was certain that Guy was doing something incredibly exciting to her, but she had no idea what. What was it that could make her feel that good? What could give her such intense pleasure? It had never been like this before!
Slowly, Sandy opened her eyes. At first her vision was blurred and all she could see was a dark form hovering between her lewdly widespread legs. She blinked twice until her vision cleared.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried when she realized that the man kneeling between her legs wasn't Guy. "Stop it! Who are you?" she cried in anguish. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Carl Burgener, Sandy," the attacker said as he continued licking her steaming, writhing crotch. "And right now I'm eating your delicious cunt. Like it?"
"Oh, please! Stop! Please, stop it! This is wrong! Please! Ooooooohhhhh!" What was the matter with her? Why did her body respond like this? Her eyes snapped shut to escape the vision of the filthy beast kneeling between her legs with his mouth glued to her most private organs. But even with her eyes closed she could see his huge, thick, black Zapata mustache resting on top of her light blond pubic hair. Why was he doing this filthy thing to her?
"Relax and enjoy it," Carl said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "This is why you let me pick you up in the bar. You wanted somebody to help you get your rocks off, Sandy, and that's exactly what I'm doing. Ummm, you have a delicious cunt!" He burrowed his nose into her pubic fleece and began lapping her erect clitoris with long, deliberate strokes that made it tremble like a leaf in a heavy wind.
"Please stop!" she cried, half-heartedly placing her hands on his head to push him away from her warmly pulsating crotch. His words rang in her ears. She had to strain for every thought that managed to penetrate the thick alcoholic haze that surrounded her brain like a heavy fog. She remembered bits of her fight with Guy, and she remembered going down to the bar to try to relax her nerves and her frustration with a few drinks. She even remembered the tall, ruggedly handsome man who had joined her at her table.
Was it true that she had picked him up like a common barfly? She strained to remember. Had she actually gone looking for a man to satisfy her sexually? Sandy remembered the disappointment and frustration of her first sex with Guy.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned in passion as her hips began to writhe on the mattress beneath his exciting manipulation of her clitoral bud. Guy had never made her feel like this. Nor had the professor! Had she picked up this man to prove herself sexually? She couldn't have! It was so wrong, so against everything that she had been taught and believed!
Yet it was happening. Sandy had never experienced anything like this before! She had never been this excited this aroused and abandoned. The thought of what he was doing to her, placing his mouth down there, repelled her, and yet her body was betraying her mind. Her body loved what he was doing! She hated her body for its animal weakness!
"Ooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhh!" Her moans became low rumbles erupting from her chest to explode one after another from her lips. Beads of perspiration broke out on her brow and her mouth dropped open as her breathing quickened.
Carl recognzied the signs. She was rapidly approaching orgasm, but he was determined to make her earn that pleasure.
"If you really want me to stop...," he said slowly, lifting his mouth free of her crotch.
"No! Please don't ... I mean Sandy stammered. The minute his tongue left her quivering clitoris, Sandy wanted to scream. Her body was a molten mass of passion demanding release. She had never been this excited or this close before!
"Are you saying you like me licking your cunt?" Carl asked with a lewd smile.
"Yes," she said in what was almost a whisper.
"You want me to keep licking it?"
"Then say it!" Carl commanded.
"Yes," she said loudly. "Yes, yes, yes!" It was all the innocent young girl could do to keep the tears of humiliation from gushing from her eyes.
"Yes what?" Carl demanded.
"YES, EAT MY CUNT!" she screamed. "FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T STOP NOW!" Sandy could hardly believe that the words had come from her mouth. She had never used that word before in her life, but in her alcoholic state she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the marvelous way that it made her feel. "Lick it, you beast! Make me feel good again."
"Like this?" Carl said, dropping his mouth to her moist slit and darting his tongue between the lips of her vagina to lap at her erect clitoris.
"Aaaahhhh! Oh, yes! Oh, God, yes! Ooooohhh!"
Sandy's moans became a chant as she closed her eyes and allowed her body to flow with the exciting waves of passion that were sweeping through her. She felt the flush cross her flesh again. Her nipples came alive and quivered as her chest heaved. On the tip of his hot tongue she was transported to another land, another existence. She was an animal and her physical lust was the only important thing in her life now. Instinct made her grind her hips against the mattress as she moved rapidly toward fulfillment.
"Not yet, little Sandy," Carl said as he felt the spasms in her thighs increase.
"Oh, please," she pleaded, "don't stop!"
"Don't worry, Sandy," Carl said with a light laugh as he pulled himself from between her trembling thighs, "you'll get your rocks off. But it isn't a one-way street, you know. Now it's your turn to get me good and hot. Let's see how you suck a cock."
Sandy's eyes snapped open when she heard the expression. Carl was kneeling beside her face, his long, thick, rigid penis sticking straight out from his crotch. His hairy testicles were hanging down in her face, the coarse pubic hairs brushing against her cheek. The odor of his sex hit her hard, making her nostrils expand and causing her eyes to shut out the horrible vision, but she couldn't! The long shaft seemed to hypnotize her.
She could see the ropelike veins running along his penis. They seemed to bulge as blood pumped through his organ. The head of his penis was swollen and purple. The beginning of a tear was starting to ooze from the tiny slit at the tip. In her limited experience, Sandy had never seen a man's penis so close. She had never been so intensely aware of its odor, either. Although the odor was strong and made her want to gag, it was also strangely exciting.
"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked softly.
"Why don't you lick my balls for starters?" Carl said, shifting and lowering his body so that his heavy testicles were resting on her lips. The sight of her lovely golden hair and beautiful face beneath his balls made his blood pound against his temples.
Sandy was repulsed by the suggestion. He was asking her to do the things that whores did! Nice girls didn't do those things! Yet the exciting memory of having his mouth on her sex was still etched in her mind. Maybe normal people did do those things. Rationalizing that she was intoxicated and not really in control of herself, anyway, Sandy parted her lips and slowly let her tongue slide between them to touch the wrinkled skin of his sac.
She was surprised to find that the salty taste of his perspiration excited her. Her eyes were glued to his surging shaft poised above her face as she began to lave at the skin surrounding his testicles. She could see the erection throb as his excitement grew, and this served to arouse her.
"Now suck my cock," Carl said, shifting position again so that the swollen head of his penis was poised at the innocent young girl's sensuous lips.
"What?" she said.
"Kiss it, then take it in your mouth. Grab hold of it with your hand and suck on it!"
It took every ounce of Sandy's will to obey him. She had read about whores doing that and she always considered it the most depraved act of all. She had to remind herself that she was a failure sexually, that maybe her ideas were all wrong, and that this was the moment that she could prove it to herself for once and all.
She reached up and placed her hand on his organ. Immediately, she felt the urgent pulsing of his blood, the warmth of his skin, the excitement of his sex. Holding it firmly in her hand, Sandy forced her lips apart and guided the huge swollen head between them. She felt the huge drop ooze from the slit and slide into her mouth. It had a strong, pungent flavor that assaulted her young taste buds instantly. She thought that it would make her gag, but instead it seemed to ignite strange exciting fires in her body.
Sandy spread her jaws to allow his thick heated length to glide into her mouth. It was so huge! Her jaw muscles strained, yet it kept inching its way inside her warm, wet oral cavity.
Carl's balls ached with desire as he looked down to see his rigid prick spearing the lovely young blonde's face. Her pale pink lips were lasciviously stretched around his hotly palpitating shaft and he could feel her probing tongue swabbing around the throbbing head. He reached down and grasped her face in his hands, then jerked his hips lewdly to begin fucking her mouth. He saw her eyes bulge open as he shoved the length of his shaft down her throat. How he would love to dump his love cream into her sweet young mouth! But he would save that for when he speared her cunt!
Sandy could hardly breathe! Her jaws ached and her cheeks felt bruised as his heavy, hard penis battered into her mouth mercilessly. She knew that she should hate him for what he was doing to her, for using her body like that, yet she couldn't help being terribly excited by it. She could feel his heavy balls rub against her tender chin each time that he rammed his penis to the depths of her young throat. The blood pounding through the bloated veins along his penis seemed to match the beat of her own heart.
"Wow!" Carl exclaimed, quickly pulling his prick out of her mouth as his balls threatened to erupt. "You really know how to suck a cock!"
His words thrilled Sandy. The very thought that a man said that she was good at sex seemed to fill a deep need in her. And even though she had always considered the four letter words filthy, Sandy admitted to herself that no other expression would have been as appropriate at that moment.
"Are you going to eat my cunt again?" she asked, blushing at the bold words coming from her lips.
"Yeah," Carl said, slipping between her widespread legs once again. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you scream!"
Carl spread the thin lips of her now-wet pussy and slithered his tongue deep into her cuntal slit. He brought the point to her hole, rammed it inside for a moment, then began long laps of her entire vaginal opening. She began moaning almost immediately and Carl concentrated on her quivering clitoris.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, my god!" she gasped when she felt him scrape his teeth against the sensitive ivory bud between her luscious legs. Her hands grasped his hair when she felt him start nibbling at her warmly tingling clit and her hips began bouncing up and down in a frenzied motion.
Carl quickly brought her to a peak of passion, attacking her sex like a hungry tiger. He couldn't get over what a hot little box she had. She was as hot as a bitch in heat! And if he wasn't careful, she would get her rocks off right away.
"Ready to be fucked?" he leered, pulling his dripping mouth free of her grinding sex.
"Oh, yes!"
"Say it!"
"Fuck me," she said clearly, staring down at his lust-incited penis aimed directly at the center of her lascivious cuntal slit. "Now! Please!"
Carl laughed to himself as he guided his surging prick to her womanhood. He loved to hear a proud little bitch beg for it! He mashed the desire-bloated head of his penis against her clit and watched her squirm beneath him. Then he slowly brought it down her slit until it was lodged in the opening to her vagina. Gathering his strength, he suddenly lunged into her with everything he had.
"Aaiiiiieeeee!" she screamed as the raging passion in her body gave way to the pain of her vagina expanding its normal size to take his penetration. She could feel each one of his veins coursing his cock carving a canal in the sensitive walls of her cuntal depths. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth against the pain as she felt him crashing down inside her.
Sandy let a long sigh escape from her throat as she resigned herself. This was the same pattern that she had experienced with the professor who had been her first lover and with Guy. The pain that slowly gave way to excitement, and the excitement that led to that horrible void!
Carl immediately sensed what was taking place. He shoved his prick to the hilt inside her and then held it perfectly still.
"It takes a moment," he said with heaving breath. "Your cunt will expand and then we'll fuck until we both blow our loads together. There, isn't that better now?"
"Yes," she said softly. The pain had subsided and she could feel the walls of her vagina beginning to respond to the excitement of being stuffed with his billowing organ.
"Good, now let's fuck," Carl laughed. "But I want you to do me a favor, Sandy. When you get close, you let me know because I'm not going to come until you do. Okay?"
Sandy nodded her head, wanting to close her eyes to blot the whole thing from her mind. She felt him begin to move inside her, but she was certain that she knew how it would end. Her body responded, but she lacked enthusiasm. She was so afraid that she would be sent into that endless void again!
Carl deliberately ground his pelvis against her clitoris and sighed with relief when he felt her respond and begin to move. He looked down at his long prick spearing the pretty young blonde's body and started fucking her with long, hard, deep thrusts. It required a great deal of will, but he was determined to make her lose her mind in the greatest orgasm that she had ever experienced.
He saw her luscious young body begin to spasm as he fucked her slowly and deliberately. Her gorgeous tits began to bob on her chest, the nipples quivering and trembling as the movement of her lungs increased. Her beautiful silky blond hair fanned out beneath her head like a lustrous halo surrounding her pretty young face. Her lips paired and her mouth dropped open as low moans be gan to rumble forth from her throat.
Carl pulled his cock back until just the swollen head was lodged inside her warmly wet cunt. He held it there for a moment, then lunged forward with a hard thrust that sent his organ to the hilt in the tunnel of her belly.
"Oh!" Sandy gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed into her body. Her hips automatically ground into the mattress, riding his lunging organ for all she could. In spite of her conscious effort to control herself, Sandy felt her passion quickly mounting. She could feel his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass with each deep thrust and they felt like hammers driving nails of joy into her flesh. His penis so completely filled her that it threatened to tear her cunt mercilessly apart! She could feel every inch of him as he abandonedly lunged in and out of her. Her entire life seemed to hang on the rigid organ moving relentlessly in and out of her body!
Sandy could hear her heart pounding in her temples like a crashing bass drum. A continuous low moan rumbled in her throat and every nerve ending in her body was ablaze.
She threw her legs up in the air, raising her buttocks to take him deeper and deeper inside her belly. Then she encircled his waist and locked her ankles to ride his lunging, bucking body. Her fingernails dug into the bedspread and her head began to flail back and forth as the most intense passion that she had ever experienced gripped her body.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" she moaned, reaching the first peak.
"Ready?" Carl grunted, digging his toes into the mattress and thrusting his prick deeper inside her writhing body.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!"
"Say it!"
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" she screamed, digging her nails into his back and kicking his raging buttocks with her heels as if she was spurring a horse on. "FUCK ME!"
Carl reached out and grasped her heavy, firm tits in his hands as he rammed his hard cock to her as fast and deep as he could.
"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Sandy's scream bounced off the walls of the hotel room. Because it was her first real orgasm, she was unprepared for what happened to her body. It began like a small firecracker exploding in her thighs, then shot through her body like a mighty earthquake. She felt his organ swell and then begin expanding and contracting as it shot rivers of viscous juice into her body. The hot jets seared the walls of her vagina and triggered what seemed like a hundred small explosions in the innocent young girl's body. She clung to him tightly as spasms rippled through every muscle in her being. For a moment, the joy was so intense that she thought she was going to black out, but she relaxed and allowed her body to tremble and quiver through each wave of pleasure that swept through her.
"Good?" Carl asked as he slowly withdrew his swollen organ from her trembling body.
"Oh, God, yes!" Sandy whispered. "Can we ... would you ... Would you fuck me again?" she asked in a small, embarrassed voice.
"You suck me hard again, and I'll give you a second run, baby," Carl said with a laugh, "but we need a rest break first. Hungry?"
"For your cock," Sandy said, unable to believe that the words had come from her mouth. My God, what has he done to me? she asked herself.