Chapter 7
So far it was all Sandy promised her it would be. Getting out of the house was easy Clark wasn't going to be in until the wee hours of the morning anyway. During the cab ride over to the beachside resort hotel, Carla had been as nervous as a teenager sneaking out after bed-check. Dinner had eased her fears a little, and now she was hardly nervous at all.
Mac was a nice enough guy. A bit of a pretty-boy type, she figured right off the bat. Big blue eyes and blond longish hair; good-looking, but almost too good-looking, like maybe he would have looked better as a girl. Not that he seemed effeminate or anything like that, though; he certainly seemed man enough. She was still wondering how she let Sandy talk her into this. She had certainly been mad enough when she left Stu Watson's office to go straight to the police! But Sandy always did have a way with words. Should have been a politician, that girl. And now she had accompanied Mac back to his suite. Not for anything dirty, mind you, just for him to make a phone call and then they were going out on the water's edge to the Surf Club for dancing.
Mac Garson watched Carla from the corner of his eye as he made his phone call back to Chicago to the home office. It wasn't really necessary, and even the night operator at the desk sounded a bit puzzled at his calling this late, but he was only following his old pal, Stu's advice ... Take it easy with this one, she's brand new. But, buddy, she's got to be worth the effort!
He finished the call and sat down beside her on the sofa. Carla nervously shifted away and reached for her handbag. "Well, r-ready to go, Mac?" she asked nervously. She had seen that look before, and she didn't like it.
"We'll go in just a little while. Let's just sit here and let our dinner settle a bit first, okay."
"Only a few minutes, huh? I've got to get back before it gets too late. My, uh, roommate is expecting me in and I wouldn't want to worry her. She's the nervous sort, you know?" Mac smiled a big Hollywood smile, all his white teeth flashing in his boyish face. "How about you? Are you the nervous sort?" he asked, letting his hand settle over her shoulders. He felt her tense beneath his touch. She didn't answer and his hand slowly began to make its way along her smooth upper arm until it just barely rested on the rich full swell of her breast. She quivered like a wounded sparrow as his fingers touched her there.
"Please, Mac ... don't spoil everything now," Carla pleaded, still looking away. Her hand swept his away from her breast. Mac only smiled and, keeping his hand firmly in place, began kneading her soft yielding flesh between his fingers. His brashness surprised him as much as Carla, but there would be no stopping him now.
"You needn't play .games with me ... we both know what comes next. It's inevitable." Carla looked into his face at last, and what she saw frightened her so badly she could scarcely speak. Her face was suddenly pale and drawn as she pulled stubbornly at his hand.
"You've got to stop; please!" cried Carla, fear clouding her mind. Tears started to trickle down her smooth cheeks as he held her firmly in spite of her struggle to free herself. Nothing would stop him now. He quickly wrapped his other arm around her, and with a strength she couldn't resist, pinioned her tightly in his arms and forced his mouth down against hers. She twisted and kicked valiantly, but it was futile. His mouth closed brutishly on her soft moist lips as he eased the weight of his body over hers and pushed her backwards onto the sofa.
The man couldn't contain a nervous laugh that came out of nowhere as he reached over her narrow shoulders and unzipped her dress. There wasn't a thought in his brain at the moment except that of uncovering this delectable young woman and giving her pleasure as no one else had ever done. It didn't matter that she was probably a married woman, that she had a husband, and for all he knew, maybe a couple of kids. That was like something in another world; to Mac, Carla was only an innocent virgin, as fresh and unspoiled as any girl on earth. Yes, he'd give her pleasure all right, and perhaps a little pain, but he knew she'd thank him for this ... before long she'd be begging him for more of his delicious pleasure.
"No, please ... stop please!" She was screaming so loudly he feared someone would call the manager. Her fingers jabbed at his face and tore at his hair as she lost all hope of escaping this terrible fate with only words. He managed to yank her dress down off her shoulders and down, finally to her trim young waist. He swept her flailing arms away and somehow freed the hooks on her brassiere, reaching far over her shoulder as she squirmed and kicked like a wildcat. He yanked the thin white brassiere free and tossed it to the floor, exposing the soft, pear-shaped mounds of her ivory-like breasts, dancing and writhing with the frantic contortions of her body. Holding her arms pinned to her sides, he lowered his lips to her pink, wrinkled nipples and brushed the smooth skin which felt like the peach-soft suppleness of a baby's delicate flesh. She screamed again and her head arched back as he bit into the savory softness of her voluptuously full breast. One of his hands shot down between her thighs before she could clench them shut and probed hungrily for the moist furrow, of her pussy, still protected by the gauze-like sheerness of her white nylon panties.
The heat of animal desire rushed like a speeding freight train to his penis and with a frantic, hurried jerk, he snatched off her dress in one rough, furious movement. Her long smooth legs flailed madly against him, though she seemed nearly spent from the hopeless struggle.
Mac could hear the pulse of raging blood pounding hotly in his head as he focused on the sheer, flimsy white panties creasing on the smooth full flesh of her hips, the same panties he'd seen so tantalizingly outlined beneath her dress just moments ago. They stretched tightly over her soft, womanly pelvis, failing to conceal entirety the mysterious triangle of dark young pubic hair at the junction of her trembling milk-white thighs.
He forced another kiss on her as he tried to tug down the panties with one hand. But it was impossible the head-on clash of two overwhelming desires: her desperate struggle to protect her innocence, and his maddening passion. The gnawing agony in his loins had become an acute pain and he could withstand the torment no longer-with a powerful jerk of his wrist he simply tore the soft sheer panties from the hapless brunette's futilely writhing body. The flimsy panty material ripped down her left side, then across the front, splitting in half and revealing her whole defenseless nakedness, softly firm and helpless before him.
His heart pounding, Mac moved his hand from her arm down to the jutting bulge of his own loins and hurriedly unzipped his trousers. Without meaning to, he partially released his grip on the frightened young housewife, and in the brief instant before he recovered, Carla jerked away from him, flinging her naked body nearly free of the sofa and out of his reach. But though she was fast, her businessman "escort" was faster, and with one powerful sweep of his forearm, he grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back onto the cushions beside him. She fell on her face as he jerked her back to the sofa, and he caught a glimpse of her firmly rounded buttocks, the twin mounds grinding smoothly together like ball-bearings covered with nearly transparent skin as she squirmed and struggled savagely to escape him. She twisted herself over in an instant, and as he carefully looked her over from top to bottom, he was suddenly aware of her innocent appearance. For although she was unquestionably a woman, she had that special air about her, a tempting tantalizing girlish appeal.
Again Carla was struggling as if for her life, and Mac had his throbbing cock pressed hard against the soft smooth flesh of her naked thighs as he kicked off his pants. He could stand it no longer; his penis was a pulsing firebrand, filled, it seemed, with a raging-hot pain that ached to be eased. He forced her thighs apart with an effort strengthened by the immense lustful passion he felt burning deep in his loins. She strained away from him, even put her hands to his now-naked pelvis in a vain attempt to shield her vulnerably exposed loins from this wanton ravishment, but the feel of her tiny fingers down there only served to magnify his insane desires. He felt her fingertips brush accidentally over the blood-filled head of his anxiously throbbing cock and there was no way left of retaining control. In another moment, he was pushing up hard, driving his rock-hard shaft home between the helpless young girl's quivering thighs. He felt the warmly clasping lips of her pussy close involuntarily but tightly around the lust-swollen tip of his hardened penis. Carla screamed, even louder than before.
"Oh, God, no! Please, no! Please, don't ... I beg you!" Her eyes were flooded with tears as she pleaded to be spared this horrible degradation. But with a brutal thrust, he rammed his huge, blood-engorged cock up into her widespread cunt as she screamed hysterically with pain and terror.
He felt a welcome surge of relief sweep from his loins as the constricted walls of her warm wet pussy closed hotly around his licentiously driving cock. The passage was tight, but not painfully so, and grew gradually moister with every lunge forward that sank his immense rod of excited male flesh another inch deeper in her pinkly streaming passage. He held her securely by her upper arms as she sobbed and jerked her body in an effort to escape him and the thick, stretching pain he brought. Her legs continued to flail around, though she was nearly exhausted and gasping for breath to fill her tired lungs, and her cock-split vagina was left wide-open and unguarded. He thrust powerfully deep into her again, throwing all his weight behind his brutally ramming cudgel as it seared like a heated torch deep into her belly. Deeper and deeper and deeper up into her he pushed, while a strangled hoarse cry escaped her dry, parched lips. He kissed her tear-streaked cheeks as his loins ground cruelly into hers and she twisted her head wildly from side to side, tossing her thick luxuriant black hair behind her as she still fought wildly with what little strength remained.
Ignoring her feeble blows, he reached his hands down under her crazily gyrating asscheeks, and grasping a warm, firm mound with each hand, he raised her loins upward toward his lustfully grinding pelvis, j thrusting with fresh vigor so that his straining groans nearly drowned out her sobs. Sweat drained from the man's forehead as he buried his swollen penis deeper and deeper into the naked young girl's ravaged pussy. It seemed to him that his whole body was numb, except for the long hard shaft of his penis, the whole of his body concentrated into a single pulsing, devouring, devastating sensation that seemed to grow with every brutal thrust and jerk of his loins. Her vainly protesting cuntal passage, now freely lubricated with her own vaginal secretions, clamped desperately around his adulterously violating rod of flesh, offering the perfect complement to his own rigid hardness.
She continued to writhe helplessly like an impaled insect as he leaned over her enough to reach the rosy, sweat-soaked tips of her hardened nipples. As he felt the telltale surging starting deep in his loins, she began to cry even louder, as if she knew the end was near. As if she knew that in only a few seconds this near-stranger would empty his lust-swollen testicles deep into her nakedly helpless belly in an unstoppable torrent of hot sticky sperm. Her face was contorted with the agonizing humiliation and degradation she could not escape.
The man could feel his aching rod grow longer and thicker until it seemed he would burst through her body and come out the other side. His whole body was drenched in sweat and he panted, gasping and choking for breath, thrusting deeply and savagely. He could feel the scalding flood beginning to sweep along the full length of his wildly throbbing organ until it reached the sweetly bursting head, buried deep into the warm clasping sheath of her tender young cuntal passage. She screamed frantically as he rammed her thighs back against her ribs, forcing her ravished pussy mouth upward to give him the perfect angle, positioning her helpless body so that his wildly exploding cock was sunk deep in the very heart of her.
He closed his eyes ... it was coming, coming ... then like a flood-tide of hot, seething liquid, the viscous flow surged upward from his loins, paused for an instant like a wave cresting at the tip of his thick hard penis. He cried out and gave one last vicious thrust with a great, powerful movement as, inside her, far up in her cruelly tortured young belly, there was a massive explosion of his penis and she cried out in chorus as the white-hot cum blasted from his body like hot, steaming cream and shot into her defenselessly wide-held insides, shattering painfully deep in her softly clasping vaginal passage.
He continued to jerk spasmodically until every last drop of his load was emptied deep into the young girl's helplessly contracting belly, then fell forward on her warm trembling body. Her tears all gone, but still sobbing quietly now, the ravaged young brunette pulled away and half-rolled, half-crawled from the sofa. Gasping for breath, but crying so hard it just wouldn't come, she pulled her clothes together and made her way, wobbling uneasily, to the bathroom. A thin, sticky stream of lewd male semen was drying on the inside of her thighs.
Mac closed his eyes for a moment, not to sleep, just to recover his composure, and hopefully, to bring his pounding pulse back to a normal rhythm and when he opened them again, Carla was gone.