Chapter 2
"Well, Sammy! Did you have a good time last night?" Samantha stared dully across the breakfast table at her parents and nodded, forcing a smile to her lips. She'd been asleep when they finally came in from the dance and she hadn't had to face them until morning. By the time the Italian sun shone in across her bunk, some of the horror and shame of the previous night had vanished. Somehow the glorious beauty of the Bay of Naples had made everything seem like a bad dream.
Her parents had brought her out onto the boat deck to watch the docking and she had managed to almost forget about David. It was then that she saw him, leaning against the rail about twenty yards from them. He had smiled at her insolently and then come wandering over. Samantha could willingly have jumped overboard when he'd started talking to her father, telling him what fun they'd both had at the dance the previous night.
She pressed herself against the rail, trying to ignore the hated voice that was chattering away so happily behind her. What made it so much worse was that, despite all her efforts, she found her body responding to the memory of what he had done to her the previous evening.
"God, why don't you go away," she'd whispered desperately under her breath and at that moment, as if to mock her, she'd heard her father ask David to join them for breakfast.
Now, as she played with her food, too nervous to even think of eating, she was miserably aware of David's eyes on her all the time, a Satanic smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"Isn't it nice?" her mother was saying, "David's going to be staying at the Quisisana as well. That means you two will be able to see ever so much of each other."
"Christ! Mother," Samantha had almost screamed. Without looking at David, she pushed back her chair and ran out onto the deck, feeling the scalding tears that were forming behind her eyelids. Wasn't it enough that this horrible man had raped their daughter? Did they have to thrust him on her in Capri as well?
The tears came freely now, pouring down her face in a steady stream as she clutched the rail.
"Hey! Take it easy." The voice came from behind her and Samantha turned to find David grinning at her condition.
"They sent me out to find out why you rushed off like that," he said.
Desperately she tried to escape but his hands reached out, holding her wrists in a vise-like grip. Slowly he increased the pressure until she was forced to look up into his face, his eyes holding hers in an almost hypnotic stare.
"Please," she nodded. "Can't you leave me alone?"
Slowly he shook his head and for a brief moment an expression appeared in his eyes that she couldn't understand, an expression almost of compassion. Even as she saw it, it was gone-replaced by his almost perpetual smile.
"You know, Fred," he smiled eventually. "I'm really doing this for your own good. There'll be a time when you'll thank me for last night."
He was still holding tightly onto her wrists and now he drew her toward him. Samantha fought to break free but he was too strong for her and she felt the crushing pressure of his lips against hers, his breath harsh in her mouth. She could taste the salt spray on his lips and smell his maleness. In spite of her feelings of revulsion, she was suddenly aware with every fibre of his closeness, his sexual power. The hard bulge of his prick strained against her through the material of his pants and for a brief, unexpected moment her body sang with joy, remembering the cock's size and strength as it plunged deep inside her.
David must have sensed the moment of surrender, because he let go her wrists and brought his arms around to enfold her, holding her tightly locked against his body. Samantha wasn't able to help herself. Her body responded where her mind refused. Her arms came around to hold him and her tongue found its way deep into his mouth, probing and exploring hungrily. Suddenly with a wave of realization she became conscious of where she was and who she was with. Angrily she pulled away and ran off down the deck, conscious all the time of David's laughing eyes following her.
Once in the relative safety of her cabin, Samantha collapsed on the bed, heart pounding wildly. For awhile she hated herself almost as much as she hated David. He was playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse. All her background and upbringing rebelled against the things he had forced her to do, yet her body had responded. It was almost as if her own flesh was in a conspiracy to betray her.
Screw David, she thought, the unfamiliar phrase coming easily to her mind. With almost two weeks on Capri with him in the same hotel, how in the devil's name was she going to be able to avoid him? And how like her parents to take to him the way they had.
The harsh cries of the dockers drifted in through the open porthole and for a moment Samantha forgot her troubles, losing herself in the color and sounds of Naples. A few minutes later her parents came in with a porter and she became involved in the logistics of getting everything ashore. Infuriatingly David was on hand to help but Samantha managed to avoid talking to him.
It's typical of David, she thought bitterly, that he can speak Italian fluently. All the troubles they had with the porters and cab drivers were quickly smoothed over and her parents were obviously delighted that the young writer appeared to have adopted them. By the time they boarded the ferry for Capri, he and her father were behaving like old friends.
Slowly the old ferry forged across the sky-blue waters of the Bay of Naples towards the island, the decks crowded with laughing tourists. In spite of everything that had happened, Samantha hung over the rail, eagerly watching for her first view of Capri. A blue haze covered the island and as the ferry nosed its way into the small harbor through clusters of small fishing boats, Samantha was caught by the spell of Capri. The fishing boats drawn up on the beach, the pleasure boats that bobbed at anchor off the jetty, the shouting children surrounding the debarking passengers as soon as the gangplanks were down, all combined to enchant Samantha. If it hadn't been for David, everything might have been so wonderful.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned suddenly, her thoughts interrupted, to find David standing at her elbow.
"You know what they say about Capri?" he went on. "The ideal island for love, romance and the delights of the flesh."
"Why do you keep on following me around?" Samantha demanded angrily.
"Because I lust for your fair, white body, why else?" her tormentor answered, his face spreading into an enormous grin.
Samantha turned her back on him and walked down to the other end of the boat, aware of his laughing eyes metaphorically boring into the back of her neck.
"Damn the man," she muttered under her breath, only too uncomfortably aware of how her body reacted when she was anywhere near him.
For a while her attention was distracted by cries of seamen as the lines were thrown and the great ferry brought gently alongside the wharf.
"Come on, Sam," her father shouted so she headed across the gangplank, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw there was no sign of the young English writer. Her relief was short-lived, however. As they came down the gangway he was already on the dock, a porter and cab commandeered to take them all to the hotel.
Dinner was a complete nightmare with David constantly by her side. Her parents seemed to have taken to him like ducks to water and it was quite obvious that they had already accepted him as Samantha's holiday escort.
They had reached the hotel very quickly and with David's help, had quickly been given a suite of the best rooms available. It seemed that everyone on the island knew the Englishman; the staff of the Quisisana welcomed him like an old friend.
It was late before Samantha was able to make her escape and reach the sanctuary of her room. Only when the door was closed behind her did she give a sigh of relief. Night had spread over the island like a velvet blanket and she went over to the open window, breathing in the scented night air and listening to a street singer in the distance, the old Neapolitan love song wafting in to her on the evening breeze.
Somehow the plaintive lament made her again think of David and she slammed the window shut angrily. Then, checking to make sure the door was locked, she undressed and went into the shower, letting the scalding water wash away her fury.
By the time she emerged, she was almost happy again. After all, Capri is a fair-sized island. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to avoid David most of the time.
Humming softly, she came back into the bedroom toweling herself briskly. Then she stopped, looking in horror at the debonair young Englishman who was sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling up at her.
"How... how the hell did you get in here?" she stammered.
David took a key out of his pocket and swung it gently around the end of his fingers. "Pass key," he explained. "With the compliments of the management."
Quickly Samantha draped the towel around her body, only too well aware that David had seen what he wanted.
"Get out of my bedroom... at once." To her horror her voice came out in a shrill squeak. Slowly David shook his head.
"Sorry, old girl," he said, "but I've come to improve your education. Surely you wouldn't want to throw a humble teacher out who only wants to help you.?"
"I don't know what you mean," Samantha cried, trying to retain some semblance of dignity.
David didn't answer and Samantha felt herself redden as his eyes languidly caressed the length of her body. Suddenly he made a quick move and pulled the towel away from her body. David tossed it to the other side of the room and lay back on the bed, his arms beckoning.
Samantha stood rooted to the spot. It was as if she were a rabbit, rooted to the ground by the hypnotic stare of a snake.
Very slowly David started to unbutton his shirt, aware that Samantha's eyes were riveted on his every move. Tossing the shirt aside, he took off his sandals and then began to unzip his pants. As his crotch was revealed, his prick stood up straight and hard as if it had only been waiting for its freedom to attain full erection. Samantha was unable to remove her eyes from the huge penis. To her fevered imagination it seemed to be beckoning.
Then David was completely nude and he stood up, his prick bouncing up and down like a huge spear. In two bounds he crossed the room to where she stood and, picking her up as if she weighed no more than a feather, carried her back to the bed.
His movement seemed to release her from the spell and she began to struggle desperately, fighting to escape from the strong arms that held her.
"Let me go, you... bastard," she panted. "Let me go or I'll scream."
David only chuckled, his arms tightening around her even harder.
"No such luck, baby. This hotel was built in the days when they believed in thick walls. Besides, everyone is still downstairs, drinking on the terrace. You might as well face it, it's just you and me."
Then her arms were freed as he dumped her on the bed. Before she was aware of what was happening, he moved down her body until his beard was nuzzling at the vivid red fuzz that surrounded her crotch. His arms held her thighs in a vise-like grip and, struggle as hard as she might, she was unable to break clear. Her fists hammered at his back but David seemed oblivious to her blows, concentrating only on bringing his mouth closer and closer to her cunt.
Suddenly his tongue shot out and a wave of almost exquisite pleasure shot through her as the tip found her budding clitoris. Then his tongue was hard at work, lapping around and around the little mound of flesh until it was standing up as hard as any penis.
Samantha's struggles grew weaker and weaker as she abandoned herself to the waves of sensuous delight that were tingling through every nerve ending. The blood began to race through her body and she could feel her own sexual juices begin to flow.
"Bastard," she muttered, trying to summon up the willpower to get away. David knew that he had her now and released her thighs, bringing his hands up to gently stroke her hardening nipples.
"Bastard... bastard... bastard," she moaned, threshing around as his tongue caught her body on fire.
"Easy, baby... easy," David muttered, his mouth full of cunt. "I've hardly started yet."
Suddenly his mouth was gone from her pussy and Samantha closed her eyes in the agony of the sense of loss that rushed through her body. Then David's lips closed over her right nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and using his tongue to rub it against the tips of his teeth. At the same moment his hand reached down to her crotch and two fingers pushed themselves deep into her juicy pussy.
Hard though she tried to hate him, Samantha found herself jerking and plunging under him, her body reveling in such new-found pleasure.
"OOOoooohhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned, her breath coming in wheezing gasps as her body responded to his every movement. Every part of her seemed full of blazing sensual awareness, David's tongue, lapping around her nipples, was sending little shivers up and down her spine, while his fingers, plunged deep into her twitching cunt, were causing blazes of pure ecstasy that drove her higher and higher to the peaks of delight.
Then his tongue was on her other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment while his fingers played with the one his mouth had just vacated.
The waves of pleasure seemed to have no end and Samantha began to feel she might die if she didn't soon reach the release of orgasm.
David must have sensed how close she was because suddenly he changed his tactics and pulling off her completely, positioned his prick for a meaty plunge deep into her cunt. Samantha watched through half-closed eyes as the vast prick edged towards her, squirming and thrashing in agony as she tried to move her body onto it.
"Put it in, you bastard... put it in," she moaned. Still he held back, his eyes twinkling as he rubbed the head around the outside of her cunt, slightly parting the lips so that it rubbed gently against her pulsing clit.
Then, when she felt she could stand it no longer, David lunged forward and with a meaty thwack, the prick buried itself up to the balls in her eager pussy.
Samantha gave a low scream, her body rearing as she felt the head plunge into the walls of her womb, then she brought her legs around to encircle him as David started to fuck her with sure, steady strokes.
She was so close to orgasm that only a few thrusts were necessary before she felt the heavenly fires sweeping through her body, carrying her up and beyond the very heights of ecstasy. David let his prick remain inside her as she thrashed and churned, the seven inches of meat deep inside her twitching cunt. Then, as Samantha began to recover from the orgasm, he began to fuck her again, pulling his prick almost completely out of her cunt before slamming it home with all his strength. With every stroke Samantha reared up, bubbling howls being forced from her lips. Just as she knew she was approaching her second orgasm, David suddenly pulled back and, catching her under the buttocks, lifted her clean off the bed until she was clinging onto his standing body, the wonderful penis still buried deep inside her body. Twining her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs, she began to push up and down, his hands encouraging her from underneath.
In and out the prick plunged, making soft squelching sounds every time it thrust home. David had relaxed, letting her do all the work and now she was bucking up and down in a frenzy, forcing the dick every deeper into her as she felt the flames mounting once again in her body. As her orgasm hit, Samantha's muscles tensed as she abandoned herself to the roaring explosion that sprang outward from her cunt. David let her go and she slipped off his penis onto the ground, but Samantha was completely unaware of everything as she rolled around on the carpet, animal howls coming from her mouth as her cunt muscles twitched and throbbed.
Then, as if from a great distance, she saw David bending over her, his prick still hard and strong. Twisting her around with expert hands, he positioned her so that her buttocks were facing toward the ceiling, her face buried in the carpet. Ever so slowly he eased his shaft back into her clutching cunt, working it backwards and forwards with every increasing speed.
"OOOooohhhh! Nnoooo," she slobbered. "Not again, I just can't take it again."
David seemed oblivious to her voice, his penis pumping out and in faster and faster until her face was skidding along the carpet with the violence of her thrusts.
"OOOoooohhhhh! Christ... I'm coming again," she screamed, thrusting her buttocks up to meet his every stroke. Every time his prick struck home, she could feel his balls bouncing against the cleft around her cunt and the sensation drove her on to fresh and more frenzied movements.
Suddenly she felt his shaft give a last convulsive shudder and load after load of scalding come burst deep into her cunt, triggering off her own orgasm. At first his supply of semen seemed endless, but her cunt jerked and churned, milking him of every drop he had to give her. Finally it was all over and she collapsed, David's; body a dead weight on top of her.
For a while both lay still, recovering their breath. Then David drew away, his rapidly wilting prick coming out from her sopping cunt with a wet plop.
"There, Fred, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he panted, twisting her round by the shoulders until she was facing him.
Samantha looked into his face, seeing the Satanic glint in his eyes but now completely unable to hate him. Her body still burned with the tremendous fucking that he had just given her. She could feel his come dribbling out of her cunt, trickling down her thighs and making a damp spot on the carpet. Somehow the sensation excited her even more and she felt a passing regret that his prick was now too soft to enter her yet again.
David got to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom and came back holding a small face-towel.
"Here, dry yourself off," he said as he tossed it over to her, then he settled himself down comfortably, one arm thrown casually around her shoulders.
"In fact, young Fred," he went on, "for a beginner you're learning very fast. That was one of the best fucks I've had in a long time. Just give my dick a few moments to recover its strength and we'll start all over again."
Somehow David's words sent little chills of excitement through Samantha's body. She looked him directly in the eyes and then, remembering what he had made her do the previous night on the boat, lay face down on the carpet and wiggled towards him until her mouth could close easily around his soft and moist prick. It was so limp that she could easily take the whole thing into her mouth, then suddenly she had an idea and, opening her mouth to its fullest extent, sucked in both balls as well, feeling his crotch hair grate between her teeth.
Giving little sighs of pleasure, she ran her tongue over first one testicle and then the other, feeling the shaft of his prick twitch as the blood began to return.
The penis was rapidly beginning to harden but she held it all until her mouth was filled almost to overflowing. Finally she gave a gasp and the two balls popped out like bullets fired from a gun. David gave a moan of pleasure and then lay back on the floor, wiggling his body around until Samantha was lying across his thighs, the head of his blood-engorged penis still held firmly between her lips.
Gently she began to nibble around the head, the tip of her tongue finding the eye and licking away the few drops of semen that oozed through. Then she began to bob her head up and down the shaft, taking the penis so deep into the back of her throat that she found her tongue could easily lap around the base of his testicles. The great invader filling her mouth to capacity filled her with a wonderful sense of excitement, giving her a feeling of power over David that she could hardly believe possible. Gently she bit down on the shaft just below the head and felt the male body twitch under her. She was unaware of anything except the huge penis on which she lavished all of her attentions.
She withdrew her mouth almost completely, just letting the tip of her tongue flick against the eye. Then, opening her mouth as wide as was possible, she dropped down the shaft again, letting her teeth scrape against the ridges in the shaft until she could feel the head deep in the back of her throat.
Samantha's mouth was filled with the salty-sweet taste of come and cunt-juice. Faster and faster she sucked, willing David to pump a fresh supply of semen deep into her waiting throat.
"That's good," he sighed. "That's so good." His body was twisting around underneath her, his hands clenching and unclenching in ecstasy as she sucked his prick with all her might.
The mighty dick was throbbing against her tongue and Samantha knew that he was close to shooting his load. She let the saliva-covered shaft slip out between her lips and bent lower, licking at his scrotal sac and then letting her tongue run the full distance over his testicles and back up the side of the shaft. Then she took the head deep into her mouth for a finale, swallowing down on it as she felt it give a last jerk and pour come into her hungry throat.
As the warm liquid pumped out of the head, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful, gulping down the slithery come as if she couldn't get enough of it.
Finally the penis stopped pumping and started to shrivel. Desperately Samantha licked at the eye, swallowing down the last few drops. Her own body was now burning with suppressed desire and she brought her hands down to delve into her cunt. David was too quick for her; seeing her intention, he turned his body around until his mouth closed over her pulsing pussy. His tongue darted deep into the vagina, slurping down the flowing juices with little gurgles of pleasure. Samantha was still lying oh top of him, the wilted prick in her mouth, as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her cunt, willing it back into erect life. Her whole being seemed to have been distilled into only two centers of pleasure; the tongue that was going crazy in her pussy and the prick that was filling her mouth. David had found her clit and was biting hard into it, causing her to thrash and moan, sucking at his penis all the harder. Then his tongue started a circular motion around the clit, every now and then withdrawing to flick at the tip. She could feel his hot breath deep inside her and the unusual sensation sent quivers of pleasure up and down her body.
The moans that were being forced from her were almost stifled by the rapidly hardening penis that filled her mouth. As David's tongue increased its tempo in her cunt, she sucked and licked harder and harder at his enormous prick.
Sometimes David would withdraw his tongue from her clit, sucking the entire thing into his mouth briefly before letting it go to delve as deeply as possible into the depths of her vagina. Samantha could not believe that such pleasure was possible and her thighs tightened around David's head, holding him firmly in place, mouth locked to her quivering pussy.
As his tongue darted in and out, she tried to keep time, bobbing her head up and down his shaft, her sweat forming in little rivulets to fall down onto his already matted pubic hair.
Now his tongue was swirling across her clit so fast that she was unable to tell where one stroke ended and another began. Blood was rushing through her brain and she felt the agonies of pleasure swirling up and down her body. With a last desperate gasp of ecstasy she let go of his prick and abandoned herself to the scorching flames of her own orgasm, rolling and thrashing on the floor while David held tight to her thighs, still keeping his mouth pressed into her cunt. All through the orgasm David sucked and licked, driving her on to heights of delight that she would not have believed possible.
Samantha's climax seemed to have no end. In fact it was not one orgasm but a series, following one after another so fast that it seemed a constant shattering delight. When at last she lay still, Samantha felt as if she was another person. Someone looking down on the redheaded girl that lay on the floor, sweat pouring from her body, while the fires of climax ebbed and died.
At last she rolled off David and the Englishman gave a great gasp, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Christ, Fred," he said, "I thought for a moment you were going to smother me." Then he reached down to feel his still erect prick and gave a grin of pleasure.
"Well, what d'you know. All ready for action. We'll have to think of something real special this time."
Samantha nodded weakly. She felt drained and exhausted. Dimly she tried to count how many times she had come but the number eluded her. She had lost count somewhere between the nine and twelfth.
"Haven't you had enough?" she panted.
David shook his head. "Blame yourself," he grinned. "You were the one who got it hard again." For a moment he lay back, deep in thought. Then he gave a deep chuckle and got to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. After a moment he reappeared, holding a pot of Samantha's cold cream. He sat down on the edge of the bed, spreading the cream lavishly over his prick until the whole length was shiny and slippery.
"What are you doing to do?" Samantha asked in astonishment.
David grinned. "I'm going to cornhole you," he said, "or, to be more specific, I'm going to fuck you in the ass." He seemed determined.
Samantha felt a moment of dread, trying to picture what that mammoth prick would feel like forcing itself into her tender rectum.
"It'll never fit," she protested. "You'll hurt me."
"No I won't. Now... come over here."
Unwillingly Samantha moved towards him, fighting down the revulsion that was rising in her. She had always heard that corn-holing was one of the worst perversions and now it seemed that David was about to inflict it on her. Yet in spite of her revulsion, she couldn't suppress a quiver of excitement as he seized her by the hips and guided her onto his lap. She could feel the head of his prick nuzzling up between the cheeks of her buttocks, then David carefully positioned the slithery head until it was directly in line with the hole of her anus.
Hands firmly holding her buttocks apart, he pushed with his penis until the head nuzzled itself almost an inch inside. Samantha almost screamed with the pain. It was as if a red-hot poker was tearing her apart. Still David pushed, the prick slipping in inch by inch until almost three inches were buried inside her. The pain had subsided to a low throbbing, but David seemed to be having difficulty getting the penis in any further.
"Just relax," he whispered.
Samantha tried to follow his instructions, letting her whole body go limp as she sagged against him. It seemed to work. David gave a last heave and then suddenly the whole length of his prick was buried deep in her rectum. There was one moment of searing agony and then the pain was gone. It was completely different sensation from having a prick in her cunt but nonetheless, not unpleasant. She could feel his testicles pressing against her pussy, the head of his prick buried deep in her bowels.
Slowly he began to move it in and out, his fingers reaching into her cunt, diving in and out themselves as they kept time with the strokes.
Faster and faster he thrust, his balls slapping into her cunt every time he hit bottom. Although Samantha felt that she would be unable to reach orgasm again, her body was pulsing with a wonderful warmth that was spreading out from her anus. One of David's fingers was playing with her clitoris, caressing it gently while the other fingers slammed into her pussy in time with his prick. At last he gave a sigh of release and his hot fluid exploded out into her bowels.
Quite unexpectedly, Samantha reached climax, the quivering of her body seeming to keep time with the quivering of the penis in her ass. As the hot liquid flowed into her, it seemed that she was being carried away on a bed of pleasure that was taking her farther and farther from David.
As if in a dream, she felt his prick come out of her rectum. Then she felt strong hands pick her up and carry her to the bed, tucking her in under the sheets. A face hovered over her, kissing her firmly on the lips, then the light was out and she was alone in the darkness, her body still throbbing from the wonders of the evening. For a while she drifted in the half-dream world of pleasure, but finally exhaustion took its toll and she sank into a blissful sleep.