Chapter 3

When Samantha awoke, the noises of the island were all around her. Happy shouts of Italians, cries of street vendors and screaming laughter of island children.

Samantha got her stiff and sore body out of bed. Suddenly the events of the previous evening came back in a rush and she shivered in disgust. If anything, she hated David even more than before, not only because of what he had made her do, but because he had made her enjoy it. She felt unclean, her body stiff and sticky from dried come.

She stepped into a shower and carefully cleaned herself off, wincing slightly as her fingers brushed over her tender and raw cunt. Every part of her body seemed to ache and throb, a nagging soreness that soap and water did little to help.

She dressed with difficulty and walked downstairs to the terrace, trying to move normally. Her parents looked up as she approached and smiled a welcome.

"Well, Sammy," her father said. "I hope you had a good rest last night?"

Samantha nodded and sat down at the breakfast table, trying not to wince as her tender posterior came in contact with the hard chair.

"David's taking us swimming this morning," her mother babbled happily. "Isn't it wonderful to have someone around who knows the island? He said he'd take us to a beach where there's a wonderful underwater cave. You really should try and be nicer to him, Sam. He was so disappointed when you went to bed early last night."

I'll bet he was, Samantha thought bitterly. "Where is David?" she asked.

"Oh, he's been up and gone for over an hour. He said he'd come and pick us all up at ten. So hurry up and eat your breakfast."

"I don't think I'll come with you this morning, dear," her father said. "I'm still feeling a little tired from the journey yesterday. But you two go ahead and enjoy yourselves."

Samantha's mother pouted her disappointment, then tucked happily into her breakfast. Samantha played with her food, hardly able to eat a bite. Wasn't there any way she would be able to get away from the Englishman?

It was almost ten-thirty by the time David appeared. He smiled a greeting to all three and sat down at the table, almost completely ignoring Samantha as he started an animated conversation with her mother.

Samantha seethed in fury, wondering if there was any way she could get back at him. At last David rose to his feet. "Well, come on, everyone," he said. "The beach awaits."

Still furious with him, Samantha went up to her room to fetch her bikini. When she came back down, her father had vanished but David and her mother were sitting side by side, David with one hand on her arm as he pointed out the sights around them. Samantha's mother looked up, blushing slightly as she saw her daughter approach.

"Are we all ready?" Samantha asked coldly.

David got to his feet and gave her a low bow. "The carriage awaits, milady," he said, a smile spreading over his face.

To get to the beach that David had in mind, it was necessary to take one of the small buses that swerved its way around the hair-pin bends before finally depositing them at the top of a flight of steps that led down to the water far below. David led the way, the two women trailing behind. All through the bus ride David had kept up a non-stop monologue with Samantha's mother, making Samantha more and more annoyed. She had intended to completely ignore David, snubbing him whenever he talked to her, but she never got the chance. Ever since he had come to their table, he had acted as if she didn't exist.

When they finally reached the bottom, David went up to the old man who ran the beach huts, talking to him volubly in Italian. At length he brought the man over to where the two women were waiting.

"This is Giovanni," he said. "Anything you need while you're on the island, Giovanni's the best man to come to."

The old man shook hands, mumbling something between his toothless gums, then handed each of them a key to a bathing hut. Samantha took hers and stalked off to change, coming out five minutes later to find David and her mother waiting for her. In spite of her hatred for David, her body tensed with excitement as she saw his lean, muscular figure almost naked except for a pair of trunks, the bulge of his crotch showing only too clearly the size of the great organ that had so violated her the previous night.

In Samantha's opinion, her mother looked completely ridiculous in a bikini, the rolls of loose flesh and wrinkles falling over the tight material.

"We're going to look at the cavern," David said, his eyes glinting as he took in her slender figure. "Want to come along?"

Samantha shook her head. "Go on without me," she said. "I'm going to lie in the sun for a while. I'd like to be alone."

David shrugged and turned towards the water.

"Mind you don't get burned," her mother called.

Samantha scowled and took her towel to a clear stretch of beach, lying on it and shading her eyes as she watched David and her mother swimming out to a section of rocks that surrounded the small cove. From where she was lying, Samantha could see the entrance to the cave just inches under the surface of the water. She watched as David dove and disappeared from view, then her mother gave a last wave and followed him into the underwater cavern.

Samantha lay back, letting the warmth of the sun sink into her skin. Goddamn the man, she thought. Why does he have to make this holiday so terrible? For a while she dozed, only waking up when she felt her skin beginning to burn slightly. Stiffly she stood, looking around for David and her mother. There was still no sign of them.

Samantha walked gingerly to the water, the pebbles hurting the tender soles of her feet. Once in the water, however, the sunburn and stiffness disappeared and she swam strongly out in the direction of the underwater cave.

Where the hell have they gone? she thought irritably as she searched around for the entrance; much more difficult to see from the water than it was from the beach. Finally she saw a stretch of discolored water and dove toward it, the cool darkness closing over her head as she carefully picked her way through the rocks that almost completely obscured the cave entrance.

She surfaced with a gasp in what seemed to be a pitch blackness, but slowly her eyes began to get accustomed to the dim light that filtered in from outside. She appeared to be in a large cave that extended for almost thirty feet, the water lapping up against a sand beach at the far end. Then, as Samantha began to look around her in more detail, she gave a gasp of surprise and horror. Within twenty feet of where she was, David was lying on his back on a rocky ledge, his swimming trunks beside him. Bent over his erect prick, also naked, was Samantha's mother, puffing and blowing as she took the great blood-engorged head deep into her mouth.

Samantha stayed where she was, almost paralyzed with shock, then swam silently to a position under the rocks where she could watch without being observed. It seemed impossible, incredible, that her mother could be doing this thing.

David's fingers were playing with the hanging pendulous breasts, his eyes closed as the woman thrust her mouth up and down the erect shaft. From where Samantha was watching, she could see that the prick was bright and shiny with her mother's saliva. Suddenly David gave a low moan and, from the way his prick was twitching, Samantha knew he had reached orgasm. She watched in disgust as her mother eagerly swallowed the come, her throat muscles working overtime as they tried to keep up with the supply. Some of the white liquid spilled out from her lips, trickling down her face. The woman quickly brought her fingers up to spoon it into her mouth, smacking her lips in pleasure at the feast.

Samantha felt her whole body shaking, half with horror at the thought that her mother could do such a thing, half with angry jealousy that it was her mother and not herself bent over David's pulsating prick. It seemed to Samantha that she should leave, get away from the whole situation, but somehow she was unable to move. Clinging to her rock support, her eyes bulged as she saw David lie her mother down in the spot where he had been moments before.

The woman was still licking her lips, savoring the last taste of the come that had escaped out of her mouth. David looked down at her for a long moment, his lips drawn in the smile that Samantha knew so well, then he bent down and cupped one of her mother's enormous breasts in his hands, kneading it around between his fingers until she was writhing in ecstasy below him. Finally he leaned forward and took one of the discolored nipples into his mouth, biting down on it savagely.

The woman bucked and jerked, her moan of pain easily reaching to where Samantha lay hidden. David paid no attention; all his concentration devoted to the breast that was almost filling his mouth.

After a while he released it and moved over until he was almost squatting on top of the woman, his limp prick hanging directly over the cleft between her breasts. Lowering himself until the head of his penis came into contact with the soft flesh, he began to rock backwards and forwards, cupping both breasts in his hands until they formed a channel between which his rapidly hardening rod easily slid. Samantha's mother was straining her head forward, her tongue extending to lick at the head every time the prick emerged from between her breasts. Once the penis was fully erect again, David began to jerk backwards and forwards even faster, fucking the tunnel between her breasts as if it were a cunt.

Her mother was moaning in delight, her hands moving down to claw at her pussy, thrusting the lips aside savagely as the fingers plunged deep inside. Her body was covered in sweat, adding a lubrication to the passage between her breasts and making David's penis slide backwards and forwards with a soft slithery sound.

From Samantha's position, she had an excellent view of every movement that the couple made and desperately she fought down an urge to cross the few feet of rock to join them. Her earlier horror had vanished as her own body began to respond to the actions that were being played out in front of her. Desperately she forced her hand down inside her bikini pants, fingering her hot little pussy that was now burning with an undeniable desire to be fucked.

Obviously David was close to his climax; and suddenly he jerked his prick away from the woman's breasts, holding it carefully aimed as glob after glob of sticky white come spurted out over Samantha's mother, completely covering her neck, face and hair in gooey fluid. As the semen hit her, the woman seemed to go crazy, twisting her head around in agony as she tried to get some of the come to fall into her open mouth. Finally she brought her cunt-juice-covered hand up to scoop as much as she could off her face and hair, eagerly licking it off and swallowing it as fast as she could.

Once his prick had given its all, David moved back and buried his face between her heavy thighs, pulling the meaty flesh apart as his mouth groped for her steaming cunt. Samantha's mother gave a last gurgling cry and then lay still, only the ecstatic expressions that passed across her face giving any hint of what David might be doing. Then slowly she started churning her hips, soft animal moans coming from between her clenched teeth as David's tongue did its work on her clitoris and vagina.

Faster and faster her body moved, her stomach muscles clenching and twisting as she approached her climax. Finally her face contorted into a terrifying grimace and a great bellow reverberated around the cavern as she hit the peak of orgasm.

David raised himself up, his face still dripping with cunt juice, and watched the woman who squirmed and thrashed beside him. Then, screwing his hand into a fist, he started punching into her cunt, driving her on to greater and greater heights of sensual delight.

Samantha was amazed. She had always pictured her mother as a typical American housewife, not in the least interested in sex, yet here she was performing like a pro. Samantha's own sexual excitement had ebbed and her feelings were a strange combination of revulsion and astonishment. Although she felt that she shouldn't stay around to watch any more, somehow she found herself unable to move.

Her mother's orgasm had eventually finished and she was sitting up against the rock, trying to untangle her matted hair. David watched her for a while, his seven-inch prong of meat standing up rigid and strong once again. Samantha's mother took one look at the erect penis and gave a cry of delight, rubbing her plump hands up and down its length until it was twitching and jerking. Then David lay down again on the rock surface, pulling the woman over until she was sitting almost astride him.

Carefully she positioned her juicy pussy until it was suspended directly over the prick. Then with a sigh of pleasure she sank slowly down the shaft, her fleshy buttocks almost completely enveloping it. Her eyes were tightly closed as she began to move up and down, riding the penis as if it was a horse. David lay still, his lips parted in a slight smile as he watched the elderly woman let his penis sink deep into her cunt. Every time the prick emerged a soft squelch reached Samantha's ears. Her mother was riding the rod faster and faster now, her arms and legs working like pistons as she raised herself, only to come down heavily with a meaty thwack as David's testicles slapped into her buttocks.

"OOOOooooohhhhhh! AA Aaaaahhhhhh!" she cried, the sweat streaming off her body. "I'm cccoooommiiinng."

Samantha was amazed. She would never have believed it possible that her mother could come in such a wild orgasm. As the body churned and jerked, held securely in place by the huge prick that was buried deep inside her cunt, the woman's back almost bent backwards in the violence of her orgasm. Suddenly Samantha was completely disgusted. To see her mother this way was shattering almost all the moral concepts that she had left. Softly she let go of her handhold and slid backwards into the water, diving under the surface to make her way back to the undersea entrance.

As she surfaced, puffing and blowing, into the bright Italian sunshine, she cast a last glance back at the rocks that lay between her and the incredible performance that was going on inside the cavern, Somehow it all seemed slightly unreal. It was hardly possible that it had been her own mother she had seen doing all those things.

Samantha regained the beach and lay in the sun, trying to get her thoughts into some sort of order. Her first instinct was disgust, but then she started remembering what David had got her to do and enjoy the previous night.

"The bastard," she murmured. It was all his doing. She closed her eyes, lost in speculation as to all sorts of horrible revenges she might take on the English writer. Suddenly a shadow passed between her and the sun and Samantha opened her eyes to find the object of her hatred standing less than two feet away, grinning down at her.

"Hope I didn't spoil a nice sleep?" David said, "but you'll burn if you stay out in the sun much longer."

"Why... you... you bastard." Samantha scrambled to her feet. "Where's my mother?"

David shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh, I don't know. Out swimming somewhere, I expect."

Samantha felt the blood pounding through her brain as her boiling anger tried to find an outlet.

"I... I saw you in the cave," she stammered.

For a brief moment David looked slightly startled, but then the Satanic grin returned to his face and he nodded slowly. "Oh, you did, did you?" he said. "Well, I hope you had a good ring-side seat. I suppose we must have been too intent on what we were doing to notice one small Peeping Tom. Or in your case, would it be Peeping Tommie?"

Samantha almost exploded with indignation.

"You have the gall to stand there and openly admit that you were... fucking my mother?"

David nodded cheerfully. "Of course; why not? It was her own choice, she's over twenty-one. She wasn't half bad either. You know what they say, there's many a good tune played on an old fiddle. You could do with some lessons from her yourself."

Samantha was left speechless as David grinned a goodbye and turned to walk down to the water's edge, waving at her mother who was swimming around in small circles, some thirty yards out to sea.

When the three of them returned to the Quisisana, David made his excuses and went off to his room, leaving the two women alone on the terrace. For a while Samantha was unable to meet her mother's eye but sat at the table, fiddling with the strap of her handbag.

"Alright, Sammy," her mother said eventually. "You've been acting funny all morning. Now what's the matter?"

Samantha looked up, hoping to see some trace of guilt in her mother's eye. There was none.

"Oh God, how could you?" Samantha finally burst out. "I swam into that cave while you and David... while you and David..." Words failed her, the color rushing to her face and she looked down miserably at the table.

"I see," her mother said, going pale under her tan. For a short while there was silence, then her mother began hesitantly. "Look, Sammy. I'm not trying to defend myself but there are times when these things happen. Your father and me, well, we don't have so much in common anymore, sexually, I mean. David's a healthy boy and... well, he wanted me. I thought that was a great compliment. Is there really anything so terrible about sex for sex's sake?"

Samantha longed to blurt out all that David had made her do but something made her keep quiet. "I suppose not," she said.

Her mother smiled happily, glad that an awkward moment had passed so easily. "Well, let's just pretend that none of it ever happened. Anyway, here comes your father."

The remainder of the morning passed in a terrible haze for Samantha and her lunch was quite ruined by David joining their table. All through the meal he and her father talked happily about writing and travel, then afterwards Samantha's heart sank as David politely asked him for permission to show her around the Island.

"Of course, my boy. Go right ahead," her father had said. Samantha noticed her mother give David a slightly worried glance as the two of them went off through the narrow streets and Samantha smiled grimly. A fine time for her to be worrying about her daughter's virtue, she thought.

In spite of the furious emotions that were churning through Samantha's body, she was surprised to find that David made a very good guide. First of all he took her through the old town of Capri, telling her the history of every old building and introducing her to a lot of old characters that he called local color. Finally he led her out of the town on one of the paths that led towards the Villa Iovis, the Roman Emperor Tiberius' villa that stood on a rocky point at one end of the island.

"I won't take you up to the Villa Iovis now," he said. "It's a little far to walk your first time out. Besides, there's a friend of mine that I want you to meet. I think you'll like her."

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. When he first mentioned a friend, she'd had visions of David making her fuck another man as well, but if it were a girl, then everything was alright. Feeling almost happy, she followed David along a small cliff path until they came out onto a small rocky area that overlooked a huge natural arch, its great vault almost fifty feet across. Allowing David to hold her arm for steadiness, she moved to the edge of the path, looking down in awe to where the rock plunged into the sea a hundred feet below. Seagulls wheeled and swooped through the opening and for a moment Samantha completely forgot that she was supposed to hate the man she was with.

"It's fantastic," she breathed.

David nodded. "The Arco Natural, one of the most incredible sights on the island. Now come on, I'll show you something else interesting."

He led her round a bend in the path to where a small hut had been built into the side of the rock. It had been abandoned for a long time but when Samantha looked inside, she saw that a tiny shrine had been carved into the back wall, offerings of flowers placed all around it.

"Some of the local people still pray here," David explained as she followed her into the dingy back room. The floor was covered in fresh straw and as Samantha turned to leave, she found that David was blocking her way. The smile that she hated so much was playing around the corners of his mouth and with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she realized why he had brought her to this spot. Her eyes flicked down, seeing the quivering bulge in the crotch of his pants. The sight was obvious.

Samantha shivered, trying to stop her body from reacting so strongly to his sexuality.

"Let me out, please," she begged, trying to edge past him.

David shook his head, pulling her towards him until she was nestling in his arms. A smell of sun and healthy male body flowed over her and, as he brought his face down to kiss her, her desire to escape grew fainter and fainter.

"Shouldn't we meet your friend?" she said finally, her mouth pressed tightly against his.

"No need," he answered. "There'll be plenty of time for you to get to know her later."

His fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and where they touched her warm skin, little bumps of gooseflesh appeared. Surprised at her own reaction, she reached out for the zip of his pants, pulling them down and letting the erect prick free.

In a matter of moments they were both naked and David gently pulled her onto the soft straw, one hand holding tightly to her breast while the other played with the lips of her cunt. Samantha could tell that her juices were already flowing and that her pussy was sopping wet. Without waiting for any further action from David, she seized hold of his turgid prick and guided it toward her cunt, giving a sigh of pleasure as it parted her crotch hair and sank slowly into the depths of her vagina.

"Leave it there for a minute," she whispered, pulling David into her arms. "I want to feel it inside me, every glorious inch of it."

David lay still, letting his prick remain balls deep, then very slowly he began to rotate his hips, churning the rod around inside her cunt without ever letting more than an inch of it outside. Samantha's eyes closed in ecstasy and she rotated her hips in the opposite direction, feeling the great head plunging around as if churning butter. Slowly David withdrew, letting the head come completely out and then nuzzling it up against her clit before thrusting it ever so slowly back inside again.

Samantha had never been fucked so slow and she enjoyed every moment of it.

"Oh, that feels so good," she sobbed, moving her body to keep time with his gentle thrusts. David seemed to be able to keep up the slow pace without reaching orgasm and Samantha abandoned herself to the delicious sensations sweeping through her body.

"OOOooohhh God!" she moaned. "That feels just marvie. Keep it slow, keep it slow."

David obliged her, his prick easing in and out of her cunt so gently that each thrust seemed to last a million years. Imperceptibly he began to quicken his strokes, every down-thrust making Samantha's body plunge and quiver under him. She could feel the hardness of the head banging into the wall of her womb, his prick so hot that it seemed as if a red-hot poker was plunging backwards and forwards inside her. Her cunt was stretched to its full capacity by the great penis and she clenched the unfamiliar muscles that surrounded her vagina, feeling them clutch and quiver over the entire length of the rapidly moving shaft.

David's mouth covered hers, stifling the sobs of pleasure that rose from her throat. His tongue was a live thing, twining around her tongue as their harsh breathing mingled. Samantha reached one of her hands up between their writhing bodies, holding on to one of his nipples and squeezing it tightly as he lunged into her more violently.

Faster and faster he fucked her, his body feeling like liquid flame on her skin every time they came together. She knew her climax was near and was also aware he was close to shooting his load into her eager cunt. Harder and harder she pushed against him, willing him to give her every inch of the delicious prick that was bringing her such pleasure. Then, as she felt the fires of her climax spreading through her body, his testicles tightened and he gave one last violent lunge as the come spurted out into her twitching pussy.

They climaxed almost together, a great roaring orgasm that sucked both of them into realms of heavenly bliss.

It was the sound of clapping that brought Samantha back to her senses. She twisted her head around to see a tall, dark-haired girl standing by the door to the hut, applauding vigorously. David saw her at the same moment and pulled his semi-hard prick out of Samantha's cunt, walking across to greet the girl with a few last drops of come oozing out onto the straw.

"Mandy," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, "this is Samantha, of whom you have heard so much."

"Hi." The girl waved a greeting then turned back to David. "But I thought you said she was just a beginner. The act that I caught looked pretty experienced to me."

David shrugged his shoulders. "Fast learner."

Samantha looked around desperately. This girl seemed to take it completely for granted that she had walked in on a couple fucking. She looked at Mandy carefully. The girl was only a little shorter than Samantha, her long black fair hanging freely over her shoulders. She looked several years older than Samantha, her eyes hard with experience of life. The girl was wearing a simple blouse and slacks which, to Samantha's horror, she now began to unbutton.

"So, you want me to help with the child's education?" Mandy said, licking her lips in anticipation as she looked at Samantha's nude body spread out on the straw. David nodded, helping her to take off her slacks and gently caressing her crotch as he did so with smooth efficiency.

The girl had a magnificent body, the swell of her breasts hard and firm, the nipples already standing out erect and hard. In spite of Samantha's apprehension, her eyes were drawn to the curly black pubic hair that formed a little diamond-shape over her cunt.

Mandy noticed her look and chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear. You'll have plenty of opportunity for a real close look in a minute."

She put her clothes neatly on top of a beach-bag she had brought in and then crossed over to Samantha, kneeling beside her and running her hands softly over her unprotesting body.

"Beautiful, beautiful," she murmured, her fingers exploring around the edges of Samantha's come-dripping cunt. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun together."

Samantha shivered at the other girl's touch, her body responding avidly to the unfamiliar caresses. Slowly Mandy stretched out her body until she was lying alongside Samantha on the straw, her mouth hovering over her thighs. Samantha gave a long shivering sigh as Mandy's mouth closed over her cunt, then timidly moved her own head until her lips were within easy reach of the black pubic mound.

Mandy was lapping eagerly at the juices and come that filled Samantha's pussy, pulling away only long enough to look up at David and say, "Hmm... you taste as good as ever," before returning eagerly to her feast.

Gingerly Samantha brought up her fingers to part the lips of Mandy's vagina and the strongly acrid smell of another pussy almost overwhelmed her. She fought back the urge to gag and moved forward again, her tongue reaching out slowly to lap at the cherry-pink walls of Mandy's cunt. The other girl shivered convulsively at her touch and increased the speed of her own actions, her tongue darting in and out of Samantha's vagina like a thing possessed.

Parting a little fold of skin, Samantha found Mandy's clitoris standing up hard and firm, a small white bud that quivered slightly as she passed her tongue gently over it.

"OOOooohhhhh!" Mandy groaned. "Keep that up, it feels so good."

Mandy's own tongue was causing swirling whirls of pleasure up and down Samantha's cunt, so Samantha immediately set to work to give the other girl the same pleasure. At first the novel sensation almost put Samantha off her stride. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself making it with another girl. But now she was actually doing it, excitement pulsed through her body, causing her to forget about everything except the wonderful cunt that was in such easy reach of her tongue and teeth.

Quickly she sucked Mandy's clit between her lips, biting down on it gently and feeling herself rewarded by the quiver of ecstasy that ran through the girl lying beside her. Plunging her tongue as deep into the vagina as possible, Mandy lapped happily at the juices that Mandy's cunt was producing so freely, swallowing down all that the other girl could give her.

By trial and error, she quickly found out the things that Mandy liked best, concentrating all her attention on the clitoris as her tongue swirled and licked at the twitching bud. Her own body was just one long organ of pleasure, waves of delight spreading up from her pussy until she felt that her own orgasm was rapidly approaching.

The two girls clung together tighter than clams as their orgasms hit at the same moment, a locked, writhing mass of arms and legs that thrashed and squirmed all over the straw. When Samantha finally withdrew her mouth from Mandy's cunt, the other girl came towards her and they kissed tenderly, Samantha tasting her own cunt juices on Mandy's lips.

"Wow!" Mandy said when she finally got her breath back. "You're a natural. David, darling, why didn't you tell me you'd picked up such a fantastic chick?"

"Just wanted to surprise you," he answered, picking up her beachbag and rummaging around inside. Finally he gave a cry of triumph and pulled out a long shiny black object with leatherstraps attached to one end.

"I hoped you'd have one of these with you," David said, almost crowing with delight as he handed the object to Mandy.

"What is it?" Samantha asked, her eyes bulging with curiosity.

"It's called a dildo." Mandy looked up at Samantha, then started to buckle the black prick to her thighs, its eight-inch length pointing out directly from her pubic mound. "It's just like an artificial prick," she explained. "With it I'm going to fuck you as if I was a man."

Samantha looked at the huge object in disbelief; it was even bigger and wider than David's penis.

"It'll split me in half," she protested.

Mandy shook her head. "Your pussy'll stretch. It's plenty big enough to take it. Anyway, it's well lubricated by now."

During Mandy's preparations, Samantha noticed that David's dick was once again growing erect. Finally Mandy gave the dildo a last admonishing pat, causing it to jerk up and down, then turned to David.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready."

Samantha lay back on the straw as David and Mandy came towards her. She didn't know what they had planned, but the way the blood was singing through her body, she didn't really care. Never would she have believed that sex in all its forms could be so wonderful. Her whole body felt alive, alert, ready for whatever her instructors might wish of it.

Gently David and Mandy positioned her on her back, Mandy coming down on top of her so that the great dildo slowly worked its way into her flaming cunt. Samantha squirmed and wriggled, jerking around as the length of black rubber worked its way in, inch by inch, until it was buried to the hilt, Mandy's crotch hair mingling with her own.

As soon as the dildo was fully in, Mandy gave David a nod and he came down to lie beside Samantha, his pulsing prick directly in line with her mouth. Eagerly she sucked the engorged head in between her lips, swallowing down on it and letting her laryngeal muscles play on the head. Her mouth was full of prick and her cunt was full of dildo. She felt that she was being stretched in all directions at the same time.

Slowly Mandy began to move backwards and forwards, humping the dildo in and out. At the same time David began to rotate his hips, moving the penis in and out of her mouth as if fucking a pussy.

Samantha closed her eyes, carried away by the myriad sensual sensations pouring through every nerve in her body. Faster and faster the two pricks moved; both the real and the artificial. Mandy's mouth had closed over one of Samantha's nipples, kneading and rubbing it between her teeth.

"AAAaaahhh!" Samantha moaned, the noise barely getting past the huge lump of meat that filled her mouth to overflowing.

Her body was afire with molten lightning, delicious streaks of heavenly agony pulsing up and down her spine. The great dildo was thrusting in and out as hard as Mandy could make it move, the heavy squelching sound as it thudded into her cunt seeming to Samantha to be as loud as her own groans of ecstasy. She was lost in a world of sensual awareness, her only consciousness centered on the two presences that were thrusting into each end of her body.

Urgently she sucked at David's pole, reveling in the heat that almost burned her mouth. Her cunt seemed a million miles wide, the dildo a million miles long. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps, whistling out between her teeth as David's prick pounded harder and harder into the back of her throat. Mandy's mouth moved like lightning, working in first one nipple and then the other until both her breasts were pits of fire. Finally David dropped his full weight on top of her, his balls and prick twitching as he squirted load after load of come into her eagerly waiting throat. Desperately she swallowed, trying not to let any spill out of her mouth. Mandy must have sensed Samantha was close to climax because the rate of her thrusts increased, the dildo ploughing a furrow in and out of her steaming sweaty cunt.

As the last of David's come disappeared down her throat, it seemed to Samantha that all the nuclear blasts in creation had been detonated at the same time. Her mouth and cunt both filled to overflowing, she climaxed in a screaming convulsive orgasm that seemed to go on and on for eternity.