Chapter 4
Long after their respective orgasms were finished, Samantha, David and Mandy lay cuddling, their bodies still quivering from the sexual excitement that had so recently burst out from their very souls.
Mandy made the first move.
"Well, kids," she said, rising to her feet and stretching luxuriously, "it's time that I split."
She shrugged into her clothes, her fingers softly caressing her nipples as she did up the buttons on her blouse. She licked her lips a couple of times as if savoring the delights she had so recently been enjoying.
"Are you coming to Terry's party tonight?" she asked David.
He nodded, his hands still moving up and down Samantha's velvet-soft skin.
"Good." Mandy's lips spread in a kittenish smile. "Then I'll see you all later. Maybe we can find time to take up where we left off." She waved briefly and was gone, vanishing up the path that led away from the sea.
"What party?" Samantha asked, rolling over onto her stomach so that her head was lying across David's crotch.
David grinned. "Wait and see," he said.
"Beast." Samantha opened her mouth slightly, nibbling gently at David's prick until he gave a little squeal of pain.
"Alright, chick. You've asked for it," he muttered, forcing her head down until his soft prick was jammed hard into her mouth. Samantha had believed that she was sexually exhausted but as the soft flesh sank gently into her throat, the fires of desire started rising once again and she began licking and sucking on the shaft until she felt the blood returning and the penis starting to become erect. Unconscious of everything except the hardening organ in her mouth, she ran her teeth around the head, playing with the eye with the tip of her tongue until David's cock was as hard as it could be. Then she let it slip out of her mouth, raising her head until she was looking up at her lover.
"Any suggestions about what we do now?" she asked, her eyes shining.
"Sexy beast," David grinned, pulling her head back down until the pulsing head sank deep into the back of her throat. Samantha lay still for a while, enjoying the immense tool that filled her mouth to overflowing, then she pulled free again.
"No," she pouted. "I want to try something new, something different."
David was silent for a moment, his face creased in thought. Then he smiled. "Hey! I've got an idea," he said. Standing up, he began to pull on his pants, then tossed the girl's clothes over on top of her.
"Come on," he said. "We're going for a climb."
Mystified, Samantha got dressed, her body burning with lust and suppressed desire. David didn't say a word as he led the way out into the sunlight, walking down the path toward the great spread of the natural rock arch. Finally he left the path and started climbing up a rocky outcrop toward the head of the arch, looking back to where Samantha was standing, unwilling to venture out after him.
"Come on," he called. "It's quite safe."
Slowly Samantha started to follow him up, her heart beating madly as she looked down past her narrow foothold to the sea so far below. Forcing herself not to think of the drop, she climbed up, her fingers and toes scrabbling for holds on the crumbling rock.
At last David came out onto a narrow ledge almost at the top of the arch, some fifty feet above the path. He hauled the breathless Samantha up besides him and grinned, indicating the broad sweep of water that stretched out as far as the eye could see.
"Isn't it fantastic?" he breathed, his words being swept away in the wind that curled around the peak of the arch.
Samantha nodded, clutching on to the rock and trying to stop her body from shaking in fright.
"Why did you bring me up here?" she gasped eventually.
"I'm going to fuck you, that's why."
"No!" Samantha's cry was almost a scream. "It's too dangerous. We could fall."
"Where's your spirit of adventure?" David cajoled. "It'll be perfect. We can do it standing up in full view of anyone who happens to be on the path." Without waiting for a reply, he unzipped his pants, letting his throbbing penis rise into the afternoon sunshine. For a moment Samantha stood speechless, then she slowly moved her hands to her slacks, pushing them down until they were hanging around her feet. The breeze felt cool against her burning yet sopping cunt and when David reached a hand down to fondle her clit, she forgot everything except the waves of pleasures that started pulsing through her body.
"OOOoooohhh!" she moaned, moving against him on the narrow ledge and feeling his prick rub up against her pubic hair. "Oh, Christ! That feels so good. Put it in all the way."
Keeping his balance on the ledge, David pulled her towards him and Samantha gave a little sigh of ecstasy as the rod slid easily into her hungry pussy. Her eyes closed and her knuckles turned almost white as she gripped desperately onto the rock, swaying backwards and forwards as he pounded his thick meat in and out of her cunt. The roaring in her ears came partly from her own body, partly from the surf that was surging more than a hundred feet below their tiny ledge.
The danger seemed to lend an extra spice to her pleasure, causing her to rock backwards even more precariously as David slammed into her, their crotch hair mingling every time she felt the head of his prick hit the very bottom of her slippery vagina. The blood was rushing to her head, making her almost lose consciousness as her orgasm swelled up to fill her with heavenly delight. At the same moment, she felt his scalding come hose into her; load after load of beautiful love-juice that filled her cunt to overflowing, seeming to fill her whole body with its warm, sticky wetness.
She was becoming carried away with sensuous pleasure, the cold rock against her body adding a new texture to her climatic excitement. Her fingers let go of the outcrop and for a moment the two figures swayed high above the sea, locked together as their orgasms expended their furies into each other's body.
Finally they pulled apart and Samantha slumped back against the rock, her body shivering and shaking with the release. Suddenly David laughed and pointed down at the path below them. Samantha turned to see an Italian boy, obviously no more than fifteen years old, looking up at them as if hardly able to believe his eyes.
"That'll give him a few ideas," David said, choking back his laughter.
The boy saw that they were looking at him and ran back up the path, darting nervous glances behind him until he disappeared from view.
On the difficult climb back down the cliff and all the way back to the Hotel Quisisana, Samantha was uncomfortably aware of how once again her body had betrayed her. Although she tried not to look at David, she was very conscious of the virile male figure that strode along beside her, his hand tightly gripping hers as he led the way through the twists and turns of the island paths.
Yet try as she might, Samantha found it impossible to hate him anymore. He had shown her too much, guided her along too many new and wonderful sexual pathways for her ever again to feel regret for her lost innocence.
The Mediterranean sun was setting in a warm evening glow, the last golden rays turning the tips of the clouds to burning fire. The air was filled with the pungent scent of Eucalyptus as they walked slowly back toward town. The crickets chirruped angrily in the grass around them, disturbed by their passage.
"Are you angry with me?" David's voice was low and soft.
Samantha smiled ruefully. "No, not really. Not anymore. God, but you're so... impossible."
David laughed, that same evil chuckle that she had hated so much at first. Now it sent little shivers of excitement running up and down her spine.
The streets of Capri were full of noisy tourists, all seeming to be screaming at the top of their lungs and Samantha felt her idyllic mood shatter as David elbowed his way through the crush. Her parents were already sitting out on the hotel terrace sipping cocktails and they looked up as Samantha and David came over to join them.
"Hello, you two," her mother said. "Did you have a good time?"
Samantha felt herself blushing and wondered momentarily what Mother would think if she knew what they had been doing all afternoon. David seemed to have no intention of leaving and settled himself comfortably at the table, prattling on happily about the beauties of the island. It seemed only natural for her father to invite David to join them for dinner, and for once Samantha found that she didn't really mind.
It was obvious that her parents were becoming more and more taken with the young Englishman and as the second dead bottle of champagne was placed upside down in the ice bucket, Samantha noticed her mother eyeing David's body with more than a hint of interest. Her father was already slightly drunk, well launched into one of his endless war stories. David sat with his eyes half closed, expressing interest in every word that was said.
Suddenly Samantha started in surprise as his hand reached over and stroked the flimsy material that covered her cunt. She tried to catch his eye but David avoided her glance, sitting back in his chair, a slight smile playing around the corners of his mouth as he pretended a serious interest in the story her father was telling.
Blushing a deep crimson, Samantha removed David's hand and then looked to see if her mother had noticed anything. She was watching her husband, however, so Samantha relaxed, abandoning herself to the warm feelings that the wine was making as it raced around her body.
The story finally came to its obvious end and for a brief moment there was silence around the little table. Then David stretched lazily and got to his feet.
"Well," he said, "if you'll all excuse me, I must be going. That was a wonderful meal." Suddenly he stopped and Samantha saw a speculative look come into his eyes as he looked at both her parents. "I've been invited to a party up in Anacapri," he said eventually. "I don't suppose you'd all like to come?"
Samantha started so violently that she spilled her wine. Obviously this was the same party that Mandy had mentioned that afternoon and from what she'd said, it hardly sounded suitable for parents. Desperately she hoped they would refuse, but her father, voice unsteady from the wine, thanked David profusely and said that they would be happy to come.
"What are you trying to do?" Samantha hissed at David as soon as her parents had left to go back to their rooms to change. David smiled blandly and rolled the stem of his wine glass between his fingers, purposely avoiding her eyes.
"Oh, I just thought that they might like a little entertainment You know, a little variety to brighten their drab lives."
Samantha gasped. "But what are they going to say when they find out what sort of party it is? Please, David, don't do this to them."
David sat up straight and put down his glass, then turned to Samantha and gripped her shoulders tightly with his fingers. "Look, Fred," he said. "I'm going to do what I fucking-well please. We're all going to have a ball at this party, them included. You saw the way your mother liked some honest to God screwing and I'm willing to lay you a bet your father's no exception."
In a flashing moment of anger Samantha felt all her old hate returning. How could he be such a bastard? Okay, so he was a good lover, but all he ever seemed to think about was his own amusement. David's eyes were fixed intently on her face as if aware of everything she was thinking. She felt herself about to explode with rage but was interrupted by the return of her parents.
"Well, are we all ready?" her mother said brightly, seemingly oblivious to the tension between her daughter and David. Swept up in the general movement, Samantha found herself out in the street before she could say anymore. Angrily she pulled her hand free of David's and stalked on in silence, listening to the inane chatter that her mother seemed capable of keeping up without pause.
Once in the taxi and circumnavigating the tortuous bends in the road up to Anacapri, Samantha found some of her anger evaporating as she took in the beauty of the island that lay stretched out below them. The clusters of lights that made up the town of Capri seemed like jewels that shone and sparkled in the night and Samantha felt a pang of loss as the cab came into Anacapri and the lights were hidden by the side of the mountain.
Once during the ride her father had asked David about the party they were going to but the question was shrugged aside by saying it's a party given by some film friends.
The cab pulled up in front of an imposing white villa, set back slightly from the rest of the town. Sounds of music and laughter came from inside and Samantha caught sight of a floodlit pool around the side of the house, a rare luxury on an island where water was so scarce.
David led the way up to the closed front door; it opened before he reached it and a group of gaily dressed people burst out and ran down the path, laughing excitedly as they disappeared around the side of the house. David smiled and ushered the party inside, standing aside to give Samantha a little pat on the ass before closing the door behind them.
The room in which Samantha found herself was immense, a vast, pillared hall that extended the entire length of the house. Nearly a hundred people were dancing to music by a small jazz combo playing on a small stage. Light came from hundreds of flickering candles that made ever-changing patterns on the ceiling and walls.
Samantha's first reaction was one of relief. Although several couples were necking on the dance floor, it seemed that nothing was going on that might upset her parents. David had left them for a minute but now returned, carrying a tray that contained four glasses.
"A fruit punch," he explained. "Try it, it's really good."
Expecting the worst, Samantha sniffed at her glass suspiciously. Somewhat to her surprise, it seemed like ordinary punch and she took a timid sip. David had been watching her with amusement, then he took a long pull from his own glass.
"Go on," he urged. "It's not going to bite you."
"Anything wrong?" her mother asked, already halfway through her own glass.
Samantha shook her head, feeling acutely self-conscious, then took a longer drink. Certainly it tasted all right; spiked fairly heavily with vodka probably, but otherwise nothing in it she couldn't handle. Feeling rather foolish, she relaxed her guard and looked around. Although she was really worried about what David had said earlier, it seemed as if the party was unlikely to turn into an orgy after all.
She saw Mandy dancing close by, clinging to a large Italian. She caught sight of Samantha and waved briefly before being swallowed up by the crowd. David had disappeared again but soon returned, bringing with him an elderly Italian introduced as Terry, the owner of the house and host of the party.
Terry shook everyone's hand gravely, then bowed to Samantha's mother. "Might I have this dance?" he said in perfect English. Samantha's mother simpered slightly and allowed him to take her arm and lead her onto the dance-floor. A few moments later Mandy, having broken free from her Italian, came over to claim Samantha's father, leaving her and David alone again.
"Want to dance?" he asked, but Samantha shook her head.
"What sort of party is this?"
David grinned. "Just a party party. Terry's going to hand out carnival masks later. That way no one will know who's doing what to who."
Somehow David's words should have alarmed Samantha but she felt too warm and comfortable to care. It was as if all her fears had been wafted away on a stream of happiness. She felt as if she were standing in the middle of a great carpet made of fluffy cotton-balls. Even the dancers were moving on the same carpet, their actions slowed and muffled by the soft clouds of materials.
"There was a drug in the punch, wasn't there?" Her voice seemed to come from far away and belong to someone else altogether. David's face was close to hers but he seemed a million miles away, as though seen through the wrong end of a telescope.
"Don't worry," his voice sounded close to her ear. "The first rush will soon pass."
Samantha tried to look at him indignantly. Why should she be worried? She was flying, skimming over the cotton balls without even touching them. Someone had his arms around her but she didn't know who. Music was sounding in the back of her head and she was dancing, the music flashes of color that kept pace with her movements. All time was compressed into a million years and one second. Someone had given her a mask. At one point she must have put it on because she could feel the cardboard hard against her face. People came and went, dim flashes on the edge of her mind. There were times when she knew she was dancing and she could feel David tight against her, his face nuzzled into the top of her hair.
Then, after what seemed eternity, the world around her swung into some sort of focus. Samantha found herself in the middle of the dance-floor, swaying in time to the music while a circle of masked figures surrounded her, laughing and clapping in time with her movements. It was as though she had no will of her own, her muscles were moving of their own accord as if pulled by invisible strings controlled by the music.
At last the music stopped and David came forward to catch her just as she slumped to the ground.
"Hey! Fred. That was pretty good," he grinned as he guided her out from the main hall.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice seeming to come from very far away. "Wait and see." David had stopped in front of a small door. He knocked quickly three times and then pushed inside a small room lit only by the glow from a dim red wall-light. The floor churned and pulsed under her and Samantha realized through the drug-induced haze that the entire floor was made up of a water bed, covered with a thick golden sheepskin rug.
A naked figure lay on the rug, his face obscured by a mask like the one she was wearing. The shape of his body was so familiar to Samantha that she desperately tried to concentrate, tried to remember where she had seen it before. It was no good, the drug seemed to get between her and her past memories, it was as if the present was the only thing to exist.
"I've brought you one," David said from behind her, his voice almost dancing with amusement. His hands fumbled with her blouse and skirt and then suddenly she was naked, her body rising and falling as the water bed surged beneath her.
She turned round to ask David what was going on but he had disappeared. The door behind her was closing and she heard a muffled click, as if a key had just turned in the lock.
She tried to feel afraid but she was filled with too great a sense of well-being. Slowly she turned back to the masked man who confronted her, watching in amazement as his prick started expanding, growing larger and larger until its entire throbbing length stood out in front of him. He was on his feet and moving slowly towards her, the floor rippling as he came forward.
Samantha couldn't help it; her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the blood-engorged knob that faced her. Blood pounded through her body and she felt the juices of her cunt begin to flow as she sank to the floor, her head moving forward as if it had a will of its own until she could close her lips over the moist velvet head. The man gave a little shiver of pleasure and sank beside her, the floor rocking violently as the water gave under his weight.
Samantha let the entire length of the shaft sink into her throat, savoring the quivering meat against her tongue. The man had shifted his position until he was lying with his back to the floor and Samantha moved across him, letting the weight of her body fall across his knees as she concentrated her full attention on his prick and testicles.
At first she was content to just move her mouth up and down over the penis, enjoying the spasms of delight that ran through her partner's body. Then she let the head slide out of her mouth with a slight plop and moved her head down, nibbling and licking at the shaft until her lips closed over his testicles. With a little moan of ecstasy she sucked both balls into her mouth and rolled them around her tongue, feeling the entire length of his prick vibrate against her cheek.
Her partner was lunging around as the sensual pleasure filled his body and the floor was moving with him, lifting Samantha up and down with a motion that seemed to add extra enjoyment to her actions. Suddenly she knew she wanted him to come, she wanted to feel his semen squirting into her mouth until she could take no more. Her body sexually aflame, she bobbed her head once again over his prick and taking most of the shaft into her mouth, sucked as hard as she was able, her hands coming up to encircle the base of the penis and squeeze at his balls in time with her mouth movements.
It didn't matter who this man was underneath her. Nothing mattered except that he give her all the love-juice he had to give. Faster and faster she sucked, her mouth becoming a vacuum pump as she pulled the beautiful juice out of his testicles. The body she was working on was going crazy and it was all she could do to keep her mouth over the prick. Then the man gave a last throaty moan and his rod jerked violently, squirting load after load of sticky-sweet come into her waiting mouth. She sucked and sucked as she had never sucked before, the muscles of her throat working desperately to swallow all the semen that he was giving her.
His come felt so good as it slid down the back of her throat and she felt her own body rising to a peak of pleasure. She didn't want him to ever stop pumping. She would have given anything to have an endless future with her mouth filled with his prick, swallowing down his wonderful come.
But finally his Orgasm was over. Samantha sucked with all her might to draw the last few drops of come from his wilting prick. When there was nothing left, she raised her head slowly, her body still aflame with unsatisfied desire. The man lay still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he recovered from the power of his orgasm. Samantha rolled over and looked at him, wondering if he were going to take the initiative for the next stage. Her cunt was pulsing with an agonizing pleasure that needed release and she moaned softly as her fingers sought the sopping opening and plunged in as far as they could reach.
The drug in her blood made Samantha aware of every nerve in her body. The wash of sensual pleasure that was starting from her pussy made her oblivious to everything except the need for sexual release. Realizing that her partner was not going to make the next move, Samantha rolled back onto his body until her dripping cunt was positioned directly over his mashed face, her knees gripping his head tightly on either side. At first his head moved from side to side as if he was trying to escape but then his tongue came out through the mask and touched tentatively at the lips of her vagina.
A gust of flame swept up from her cunt and Samantha pressed down harder, forcing her pussy onto her partner. He seemed to get the idea and his tongue started moving with more confidence, lapping at her clit before plunging deep into the sweet depths of her cunt.
Samantha rocked and thrashed in sensual pleasure, the water bed echoing the movements of her body. Quickly she lowered her head until she was lying flat on top of him and took his limp prick into her mouth, sucking and licking at it until she felt it begin to recover. The man's tongue was moving like a wild animal inside her pussy, flicking away at the walls of her vagina before swirling around her clit. Streams of white lightning were burning a path up her spine and Samantha felt her fingers and toes curling with exquisite pleasure.
At one stage the man took her throbbing clit directly into his mouth and bit down on it, holding it firmly between his teeth while she thrashed and squirmed on top of him. Samantha's breath was coming faster and faster, short gasps that forced themselves out of a mouth filled with a rapidly expanding cock.
Somewhere in the far distance she could hear music and it seemed to her as if the throbbing delight that was pulsing through her cunt kept time to the beat. Her partner's tongue was a delicious symbol of all the pleasure in the world, carrying her to new and unimagined peaks of wonder. The prick was fully erect again, a quivering monster that filled her mouth to overflowing. Up and down she bobbed her head, relishing the feeling of the meaty head sinking deep into the back of her throat. She tried to keep her movements in time with those of her partner's as the two bodies swayed and rocked on the surging water bed. Multi-colored sparks were exploding behind her tightly-closed eyes as her orgasm burst on her, carrying her before it like a mighty tidal wave that drowned everything in the course of its passage. Her body and mind merged into a great maelstrom of thundering sensation, a vortex of delight that carried her to the stars and beyond.
By the time she came aware of her surroundings again, the man was withdrawing his prick from her mouth. For a brief moment he looked at it, touching it gently to see if it was suitably hard, then he rolled from under her and stood up, looking down at Samantha's prone body with his lips bared in a sensual grin.
Balancing himself against the rocking of the floor, he reached down to pull Samantha to her feet, holding her against him for a while as his hands explored every part of her body. Samantha shivered with pleasure as his fingers paused over one of her nipples, kneading it softly before moving on down her body to toy with the damp sweetness between her thighs.
Every touch of his fingers sent little shivers up and down her spine and she relaxed against him, willing to let him decide the course of the fucking that was to follow.
At last her partner seemed to make up his mind and, sliding down into a slightly crouched position, he rubbed his prick around the crotch hair just outside her pussy. Desperately Samantha brought her hands down to force the prick into her waiting cunt but he held her off, teasing her with the head of his prick until her passions were inflamed to an unbearable degree. Then, when she felt she could bear it no longer, he urged his body up, thrusting his erect pole into her cunt with such force that she was almost pushed off her feet.
"AAAAaaaahhhh!" Samantha yelled, the great prick stretching her cunt to its limit. Violently she began to buck against him, making the wonderful penis sink even deeper into her violated crotch. Once fully in, her partner paused for a moment as if enjoying the feeling of being buried balls-deep in quivering cunt, then he reached down, grabbing her thighs with one hand while the other pressed against the small of her back.
Before Samantha was aware of what was being planned, her partner swept her off her feet and, using his hands to steady her, pivoted her around his prick until her head was hanging inches from the floor. The great hunk of meat churned and stretched her vagina, making Samantha blubber and sob with delicious pain as her cunt swiveled around. She came almost immediately, an orgasm that left her weak and quivering. The man brought his hands up to hold her legs, pulling her into him until he was supporting her entire weight. Samantha closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the strange and wonderful feelings as the cock plunged in and out of her steaming cunt. Her head hung so loosely that it banged against her partner's legs every time the prick pumped in. Samantha didn't care, however, she was oblivious to everything except the great fucking she was getting. The blood running to her head only seemed to increase the feelings of sensual delight that pulsed through her body with ever-increasing frequency.
The water bed took up the rhythm of the fucking, rocking and surging in sympathy with the masked man's movements. His cock was sliding in and out of her cunt like a well-greased piston, his balls slapping hard against her crotch hair every time the head slammed into the wall of her womb. Samantha could hear his breath coming faster and faster as he neared his own orgasm, increasing the rate of his fucking so that the prick seemed to be moving with the speed of light.
Streams of fire blazed through her body, bringing her into an endless path of orgasms that seemed to go on for ever. Orgasm succeeded orgasm with the speed of machine-gun fire. Then, as his come pumped deep into her womb, Samantha's back arched and she screamed in agonizing joy, the molten semen of his climax seeming to accelerate her into a realm of orgasmic pleasure she would never have believed possible.
Weakly she slipped off the man's prick and sank into the deep rug, feeling the water surge away from the impact of her body. All her nerves still tingled from her recent fucking, a fucking even better than any that David had given her. She felt a great warmth and tenderness for this man who had given her so much pleasure. Rolling over on her stomach, she looked at the masked face that was just inches away from her. The man's breath was coming in exhausted gasps but he reached a hand over to fondle her breasts, playing idly with the nipples until they stood out taut and hard against his fingers.
The effects of whatever drug David had given her were beginning to wear off but Samantha felt a great sense of peace and contentment.
"I've really been well-fucked," she murmured. Half sitting up, she reached over to pull the mask off the man beside her, anxious to see the face of someone who could fuck her better than David. Then, as the mask came away, she gave a gasp of horror and stiffened, fighting down the nausea that rose up in her throat. She was looking into the face of her father.
He sat up and grinned at her, not realizing who had unmasked him.
"Come on," he said. "You've had a look at me, now it's my turn to see what sort of a girl I've been screwing for the last hour." His hand came up to remove her mask but Samantha backed away desperately.
"No... no!" she almost screamed. "Stay away from me."
Her father stopped, puzzled. "But what's wrong?" Samantha shook her head, fighting back the tears that were almost blinding her. He didn't know what he had done. He really didn't know. Quickly she grabbed her clothes and rushed to the door, not daring to say another word in case he recognized her voice. She gave a sob of relief when the door opened and she plunged out into the passage, forcing herself not to look back where her father was standing, watching her hurried exit with astonishment.
Quickly she dressed, the tears forcing their way down her face. How could David have been so cruel? He must have set the whole thing up as his idea of a laugh. She mopped at the tears with her sleeve and then started off toward the main hall, her feet moving almost automatically. She felt dirty, unclean, a victim of the most terrible practical joke that anyone could have devised.
The main hall was in darkness, the candles all extinguished. The floor was covered with couples, busy with their own sexual delights and Samantha stumbled blindly among them, unsure of what she should do.
"Samantha, darling, do come and join us." A soft voice halted her and she looked down to see Mandy and another girl twined in a passionate embrace. She shook her head and tried to move on, but Mandy caught hold of her foot.
"If you're looking for David," she purred, "you'll find him up on the stage. But I rather think he's busy," Samantha pulled herself free and moved on, suddenly aware that what she wanted to do more than anything else in the world was find David and kill him. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the light and as she mounted the steps onto the small stage, she found she could see quite clearly.
There were only two people lying on the floor and Samantha recognized immediately David's Satanic features, his hips working rapidly as he pumped his prick into the plump white body of the woman who was astride him. Blind with fury, Samantha stepped forward and was on the point of pulling the woman off him when she stopped, realizing that the woman was her mother.
Her lips bared in an animal snarl, Samantha's mother was bouncing up and down on David's prick as if it was the first time she had been fucked in years.
"That's right, that's right," she panted. "Fuck me... Oh! Fuck me hard."
David was obliging, screwing her with all his strength. In spite of Samantha's desire to get away from the horrible sight, her eyes kept on being drawn back to David's huge prick, splattering little drops of her mother's cunt juices all over the floor as it heaved its way in and out of her gaping pussy.
Slowly Samantha backed away, her mind reeling with what she had just seen. The effects of the drug had worn off completely, banished by the double shock she had so recently suffered.
Not bothering to control the tears that were streaming down her face, she ran back across the copulating couples until she reached the front door. It was only when she came out into the Mediterranean night that she realized she had left her shoes in the room with her father.
"Signorina?" A soft Italian voice made her look up into the smiling face of a young boy. "You wish a taxi?"
Samantha nodded and allowed herself to be led down to the road and installed in the front seat of one of the open taxies that back-fired their way up and down the roads of the island.
The boy got in beside her and stared away from the villa, his clear brown eyes looking at her with a worried expression.
"It is not good that you are unhappy, Signorina," he said eventually. "Capri is an island of romance and happiness, not tears."
"I'm sorry." In spite of the way she was feeling, Samantha couldn't help being touched by this concern. He looked so very young and so very innocent.
"Where do you live?"
"The Quis..." Samantha stopped, she couldn't go back to the Quisisana now, not after what had happened. The thought of having to face either of her parents made her feel sick.
"I don't know," she admitted and then, before she could stop it, tears were rolling down her face as she poured the story of the whole horrible night into the sympathetic ears of the young Italian.
"That such men should live," he said when she'd finished. Pulling the cab over to the side of the road and stopping, he sat, deep in thought; then his face brightened. "My sister has a small house down by the harbor. She is away in Naples tonight. I am sure she would not mind if you were to stay there."
The taxi started off with a great jolt and as the cool night air caressed her flushed cheeks, Samantha felt some of her tensions seeping away.
The house by the harbor was tiny. There was barely room for the big bed in the bedroom but Samantha sank into it thankfully, almost numb with exhaustion. The cab-driver, who'd said his name was Sergio, hovered around, doing everything in his power to make her comfortable.
Only when she was in bed did Samantha really look closely at the boy, seeing the desire in his eyes that he was trying so hard to keep hidden. Suddenly the thought of such a young innocent child seemed refreshing after the filth of David and his friends.
"Come here," Samantha said softly, holding out her arms. Sergio blushed a bright red but moved toward her, the bulge in his pants proving his sexual desire.
Astonished at her own reactions, Samantha started to undress him, feeling a little surge of joy as the boy's obviously virgin prick twitched between her fingers. Gone were all the horrors of the day; all she wanted was to be kind and gentle as she initiated Sergio into the joys of sex.
Softly she stroked his body, drawing him toward her until his mouth crushed hers in an inexpert kiss. Then, as she guided his small but firm cock into the warm folds of her cunt, she gave a little sigh and held him to her like a mother nursing a child.
He was over-eager and inexperienced. Two short strokes and his come spurted into her vagina but somehow Samantha didn't mind. "How old are you?" she asked Sergio afterwards.
The boy looked bashful. "Just sixteen," he admitted shyly. Samantha laughed and, settling down comfortably in the bed, finally slept with the boy curled in her arms.