Chapter 8

A week later, Samantha was allowed out of the hospital for the first time. Her body was still stiff and sore but apparently she was lucky in having no serious or permanent damage. In fact, as the doctor had said, she had got away very lightly.

Her mother was also well on the road to recovery and would be ready to travel in another week, so her father had been busy making plans for their return to the States. David had obviously told him a great deal about what he and Samantha had done together but luckily he had not mentioned the night of Terry's party.

Samantha had very divided feelings about David. There were times when she lay in her hospital bed longing to feel his prick surging up inside her. Yet there were also times when she hoped that she'd never set eyes on the Englishman again.

The hot Italian sun was scorching down on the Bay of Naples as Samantha walked down to the open-air cafe by the harbor that had come to be her favorite. David's case was coming up that morning and Samantha hoped he wouldn't be sentenced too heavily. They'd wanted her to give evidence against him but the doctor had said she still wasn't strong enough.

She sat under one of the great sun-umbrellas and ordered a Campari Soda, sipping at the cool liquid and letting her thoughts drift. She looked up as a shadow fell across the table and nearly jumped out of her chair in surprise when David sat opposite her.

"It's alright," he grinned, "I'm a reformed character."

Samantha tried to stop her heart from pounding in excitement. Now she was looking at him again, all she could think of was his great, wonderful prick and how it would feel slipping steadily into her juicy vagina. Desperately she held rein on her thoughts and met his eye steadily, hoping that he hadn't noticed the way she'd first reacted.

"What happened?" she said finally.

David chuckled. "Oh, they let me off with a warning and told me not to be a bad boy again. Actually they were so pleased at netting the full Satanist group that I'm surprised they didn't pin a medal on me. Your father told me where you'd be so I came straight down here."

Samantha smiled and wrinkled her nose slightly. "You might have stopped to have a bath first. Those must be the same clothes you were arrested in." She looked at him fixedly for a moment, then leaned across the table and placed her hand on his arm. "Tell me, David, why did you get me out of the villa?"

David chewed his lip for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I couldn't stand to see you going through any more of that hell. Perhaps I realized for the first time just how horrible the whole Satanist thing had become." He paused, then went on in a softer voice. "It also made me see just what I'd been doing to you ever since we first met. I've pulled you down to my own level and I'm really regretting it. In fact, Fred, that's why I came here. I'm leaving Naples tonight; going back home to England. I just wanted to see you one more time to say how sorry I am... and also to say goodbye."

He leaned across to kiss her gently on the forehead, then got to his feet and strode off across the road away from the cafe. Samantha sat for less than a minute before she jumped up and ran after him.

"David... David, wait."

David turned and waited, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise as Samantha threw herself into his arms.

"Darling, there's nothing to apologize for," she murmured, her head buried in his chest. "All you did was teach me the things I'd have had to learn sooner or later anyhow. Just 'cause you gave me a crash course, that's nothing to get upset about."

David's arms came around to hold her tightly and Samantha gave a little wriggle of pleasure as she felt his penis start to harden under the material of his pants.

"Do you realize that we haven't fucked for over a week?" she said coyly, her hand moving down to stroke the quivering mound of his prick. "Now, David, darling. If you're leaving for England tonight, you surely wouldn't want to go before I showed you everything I've learned... would you?"

David looked down at Samantha in amazement. "Mandy was right," he said. "You really are some chick."

"Let's go somewhere," Samantha begged. "I want to feel you inside me, I want to feel your huge prick forcing my cunt as wide as it can go."

David shivered in anticipation. "A friend of mine's got a house just outside Naples right by the water," he said. "We could go there."

Samantha almost dragged him toward a cab that had pulled up by the curb and hustled him inside.

"Am I being abducted?" David laughed as he settled back in the seat. Samantha looked at the driver to make sure he was watching the road, then she put her hand down and unzipped David's pants, letting his wonderful prick spring out erect and hard.

"Not here, you little idiot," David muttered, trying to force his penis back into his pants.

"Don't make so much fuss," Samantha warned. "Do you want the driver to see what we're doing?" Without waiting for a reply, she fell forward on the seat until her head was lying on David's lap. She paused for a moment, enjoying the spectacle of the erect prick swinging inches from her face, then she opened her mouth wide, swallowing the shaft down into the back of her throat until she could feel the material of his pants against her lips.

Muttering angrily, she pulled the zipper wide open and pulled his testicles out, stroking them softly with her fingers while she ran her tongue up and down the glistening shaft of David's prick.

The knob felt warm and hard as it moved in and out of her mouth and Samantha let her teeth play along the ridges of the shaft, enjoying David's muffled groans of agonized pleasure as he tried not to let the cabby know what was going on.

Samantha laughed happily, the laugh bubbling up from her throat and forcing its way past the penis that was filling her mouth. Slowly she pulled back, tightening her lips around the shaft until finally just the head was held between her teeth. Softly she probed with her tongue, letting the tip seek out the eye and worry it open.

Sweat poured down David's face and he had to bite his bottom lip to prevent making a sound.

Quickly releasing the head, Samantha moved her head down to suck one of his testicles into her mouth. Teasingly she bit into the hard ball until David gave a muffled cry and tried to pull her off him. Immediately she loosened her hold and started licking at both balls, rolling them around with her tongue until David was squirming all over the seat.

Samantha found that by licking at the testicles first, then moving her mouth slowly up the length of the shaft towards the head, she could make the Englishman go almost crazy. As she took the full length of the prick back into her mouth, David's hands grabbed her hair and pushed her hard into him, eager for her to swallow the entire length of his prick.

Samantha sucked and sucked, drawing the come out of him as if sucking on a straw. She could feel the prick growing harder and harder and then, seconds before David's orgasm burst over him, his prick started to quiver and shake. Suppressing a smile, Samantha pulled off the prick altogether and sat up, licking her lips and watching in amusement as David's penis gushed semen all over his pants. David looked from his prick to Samantha as if he couldn't believe his eyes and desperately pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and started mopping at the pool of semen.

"Bitch," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he blushed a vivid red. "Just you wait till I get you inside."

Samantha smiled happily and leaned back in the seat, watching the outskirts of Naples flash by.

Finally the cab drew up in front of an imposing villa that backed onto the sea. The cabby came around to hold the door open, looking intently at the come stains on David's pants as he climbed out.

"Be sure you fuck her good for doing that," he said in perfect English. David blushed even more. "You can bet on it," he muttered.

David's friends were out but the maid let Samantha and David in, blushing and giggling when she saw who it was.

"I suppose you've had her, too," Samantha said.

David nodded. "From time to time. Now, wench, no more fooling around."

Samantha gave a little scream as David swept her off her feet and carried her through the house and out onto the patio. Some steps led down to the water and David descended them, finally dumping Samantha unceremoniously on a pile of sacks by the water's edge.

A small boat dock had been built out into the sea and David busied himself with a handle set into a block of stone. Samantha watched with interest, wondering what he was doing. At first nothing happened but then, as David continued turning the handle, a steel frame covered with fabric netting extended out over the water, anchoring itself firmly to both ends of the dock.

"What the hell is that?" Samantha exclaimed.

David let go of the handle and came over to her, reaching around to unzip the back of her dress. Samantha pulled away and let the dress fall to the ground, then moved closer to remove David's clothes. When they were both completely nude, David picked her up again and, swaying precariously, walked out onto the net and dumped her down so hard that the fabric mesh dipped into the water.

"Actually it's for sunbathing," David explained. "But can you think of a better place to fuck?"

Samantha squirmed around on the net in delight, moving her body to find out how far the net would go underwater. David watched her for a moment, then lay back and put his hands under his head, staring up at the sky. Samantha licked her lips and made a dive for him, capturing his prick in her mouth and chewing on it until it started to respond.

David grunted and pulled her closer to him, his hands coming around to play with her taut nipples. While the prick was still soft, Samantha held both it and his testicles in her mouth. Once it started to expand, however, she let the balls pop out and concentrated on the shaft alone. Her tongue darted up and down like a little bird, caressing and licking at the shaft and head until David was rolling around on the netting, little moans of delight coming from between his clenched teeth. She milked him for all she was worth, sucking and nibbling at the head and then drawing it deep into her throat. Finally David gave a low cry and lay still, his penis pumping a delicious load of steaming come into Samantha's mouth.

Gratefully, Samantha gulped the semen down, relishing its slimy warmth as it slid down the back of her throat. Even when David's prick had given its all she still sucked at it, coaxing every final drop of come from his testicles. Only after he was completely dry did she lie back and give a sigh of satisfaction.

"Now it's your turn again," she whispered.

David needed little urging. He rolled over on his stomach for a moment and then suddenly stood up, causing the net to rock and dip into the water.

"Hey, what's the idea?" Samantha said. David bent over and grabbed her legs in answer, pulling her up until she was almost upside-down against him. She put out her hands to steady herself, grimacing as the cold sea-water soaked her hair, completely saturating her scalp.

David was holding her tightly by the legs. He shifted around slightly, getting thoroughly balanced, then pulled Samantha's thighs apart and rested her feet on his shoulders before plunging his head into her cunt. Samantha gave a gurgle of pleasure that turned into a cough as she swallowed some water. David's tongue was going crazy in her vagina, wrapping itself around the clit for a moment, then plunging deep into her cunt as if seeking to plumb the very depths. Samantha clenched her cunt muscles, trying to trap the wonderful tongue deep inside her.

David only laughed; the laugh a rumbling vibration against her pussy that made her go almost wild with ecstasy. Her clit was throbbing with passion and David paid special attention to it, taking it softly between his teeth and biting down on it gently, making Samantha howl with pleasure. His tongue would work very lightly to start with, flicking across the clit barely touching the head. Then he would change his tactics and lick at it heavily like a dog, great slashes from his tongue that had Samantha quivering and shaking.

Every time that David felt his partner might be approaching her orgasm he would withdraw his mouth, leaving Samantha twitching and begging for more.

"David, darling," she groaned, her voice sounding muffled by being the wrong way up, "make me come; make me come really well."

David's head dipped again to its task and he licked hard at the clit, twisting it around between his tongue and teeth before sucking it back into his mouth.

Samantha could feel the muscles and nerves of her body seeming to tense as she neared orgasm. Her hips and buttocks thrust harder at David, grinding her crotch into his face as his tongue moved with renewed frenzy over the length of her cunt.

A blazing fire was building inside her that became hotter and hotter until it finally exploded into a dazzling ball of light, the gusts of orgasmic pleasure sweeping through her body again and again. David held her tighter against him, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as he kept the orgasm going. One after another, orgasms followed each other; so swiftly that neither Samantha or David could possibly tell where one ended and another began.

Samantha was unaware of everything around her. She could think only of the pleasure David's tongue was giving her as it kept up its constant sweep over her cunt.

At last David lowered her to the net and collapsed beside her, cunt juice dripping from his beard.

"That was wild," Samantha murmured, snuggling up to him and tasting her own sex juices on his lips. She looked down at his crotch, fingering the prick which was hard and erect again.

"Don't you think it should be put somewhere?" she suggested coyly, opening her eyes wide in an expression of total innocence. David grunted and sat up, pulling Samantha over onto his lap. She wriggled around for a moment, feeling the strength of his penis pressing up against her buttocks, then she raised up and came down on top of the head, sitting astride the prick so that her own weight forced its quivering length into her cunt.

Down she came, the prick slithering into her until it was buried up to the balls. For a moment both remained still, enjoying the wonderful feeling and then David started rotating his hips, churning the prick around inside Samantha's cunt. At first she was sitting totally astride his lap but David suddenly grabbed her feet and swung her from side to side, forcing the penis even deeper into her.

Samantha felt that the throbbing cock was trying to burrow a hole clear through her body. It felt wonderful, much more so than a normal fucking. The head of David's prick was twisting and stretching the walls of her cunt until it seemed as if they must surely split.

Samantha's breath was coming in heavy gasps, her legs jerking around in David's hands as he continued his to and fro movement. She had never felt his penis in so deep before. It was almost as if his testicles were trying to bore their way into her cunt as well.

"AAAaaahhh!" she groaned, her body slippery with sea-water and sweat. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Suddenly David let go of Samantha's legs and forced his hands under her buttocks, lifting her until only the throbbing head of his prick was held between the lips of her cunt. He held that position for a moment, leaving Samantha quivering at the top of his pole. Then he let her go and bringing his hands up fast to her shoulders, pressed her down with such force that the prick rammed into her cunt like a pile driver.

Samantha gave a piercing scream and thrashed around wildly in her climax, twisting her head around to plant slobbering kisses on David's mouth. Even as she orgasmed David continued to fuck her, plunging his prick in and out of her shuddering body with sure, steady strokes.

It seemed to Samantha that her series of orgasms went on forever. Faster and faster David fucked her, his breath harsh and hot against the back of her neck. The two bodies were so slippery with sweat that it required an effort on David's part to keep Samantha impaled on his prick. Finally he gave a bubbling cry and spewed his come into the innermost recesses of Samantha's cunt, driving her on to a greater and more devastating orgasm than any of the ones she had experienced before.

It was almost ten minutes before either of them could summon up the energy to speak. Finally Samantha suggested a swim and the two lovers relaxed in the warm water, regaining their strength for a further sex marathon.

"Do you really have to leave tonight?" Samantha asked when they were back on the net, drying off in the blazing sunshine.

David nodded. "I've already made arrangements. Besides, the police suggested that it might be a good thing if I was to leave the country within the next twenty-four hours. How about you? When are you planning to leave?"

Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "The doctor says that Mother will be fit enough to travel in about a week. I guess we'll be going back to the States then." She giggled suddenly. "You know it's all your fault she had that heart attack. I'd just got through telling her how Daddy had fucked me at Terry's party."

David suddenly looked sad. "It's a pity I'm going," he admitted. "Your mother really was a fantastic fuck."

Samantha glared. "Not as good as her daughter, I hope?"

"Well..." David pondered and was about to say something more when he gave a yell and collapsed into the water, propelled by Samantha's foot.

"Bitch," he grinned, grabbing her ankle and pulling her in after him. "Of course the daughter was best." He dived down and Samantha looked around for him, only to give a squeal of pleasure as he surfaced beneath her, hand grabbing for her cunt.

"Any chance of you coming to the States at all?" Samantha panted as they grappled in the water. David shrugged slightly, sinking underwater and coming up blowing a fountain of water from his nose and mouth.

"Maybe, who knows," he said.

Together they scrambled back onto the netting, reaching for each other's bodies in an agony of sexual desire. Time and time again David flooded his come into Samantha's eager cunt until she felt that she could happily spend her entire life fucking by the side of the Mediterranean.

As darkness fell they went to the airport together, Samantha standing alone on the top of the departure lounge, watching as the great silver bird took flight into the night sky.

Yet all through the week that remained to her in Naples and during the flight back to the States, Samantha remembered David's parting good-bye; the words that were to ring in her ears for many weeks to come.

"Well, Fred. I've taught you a lot and you've taught me a lot. Certainly you've turned into the best fuck I've ever had. Whether or not I ever see you again, I'll always think of you as the perfect holiday lover."