Chapter 3
When Harold saw young Joyce's naked, gaping cunt for the first time, his heart began to palpitate with ever-rising lust.
The harder that his heart hammered, the wider the expression became in his emblazoned eyes as he looked forward to the prospect of fucking this gorgeous, young girl.
He kept staring at her blonde pubic hair, which matched in every detail the color of the hair on her head.
The longer he stared, the more noticeably his composure began to break down. No longer was he the calm, seemingly detached professorial type that Joyce had observed in the beginning. Instead, his composure had broken down and was rapidly diminishing and he was becoming that much more of a wild, sex-hungry male who was focusing his eyes on a highly desirable commodity.
"Just look at that pussy," he laughed. "Just ready for me. Isn't that right?"
"Please, I'm saving myself for the man I marry. I'm really trying not to get involved at all until I find somebody to get very serious about."
"That's a lot of nonsense," he quickly replied, "and in time you're gonna recognize it. Just lie back and relax. You worry too much. You don't have mommy and daddy around now, so just concentrate on becoming a big girl."
As Harold kept on staring at her pussy, he observed the troubled expression in her eyes. Joyce's whole body becme tense as she lay stretched out, wondering just what this lust-crazed man was going to do next.
Eventually he reached down once more and made a grab for her panties. He pulled ever so resolutely, sliding the panties down her legs and finally to her ankles.
"Panties can be so confining," Harold remarked. "We'll get them off. We'll get you completely naked. You're gonna have to start feeling more comfortable that way."
One swift, tugging movement later, as he uncoiled his wrists, Harold completed the lewd act of removing the young girl's panties.
He stared once more in the direction of her gaping cunt. He noticed the small area of whiteness around her crotch, the only part of her, apart from her breasts, that had been shielded from the sun's rays.
"I can see how small that bikini of yours was," he quipped. "Yes, you were wearing a very small one. Okay, if you could do that right out in the open, right by a public swimming pool, then what the hell's all this hangup about removing just a little bit more? Just because you're showing your cunt. Big deal. Girls like you make a hell of a lot of fuss about nothing."
As she lay there, her heart beating like a triphammer, wondering what this mysterious man was going to do next, Harold reached out with his left hand and let it slide back and forth a few times against her ankle and calf.
"Nice and trim," he said. "You know, not just every girl has ankles this trim. You really are put together beautifully. Damned I'll bet you had guys creaming in their trunks all over the place beside the pool of that hotel. And to think they couldn't do anything about it other than to just look at you. Well, fortunately I'm not in that position. It would drive me crazy if I was."
Harold moved his fingers eagerly a few more times against her calf and ankle. The longer that his twitching fingers moved against her firm bronzed ankle, the tighter that her body tensed. Joyce felt unclean and somehow guilty over the fact that this man was touching her, even though she knew that she was powerless to stop him. After all, as he had warned her, if she did anything to trigger Harold's anger she would have the powerful Orlando to contend with, and that was a possibility she didn't want to have to confront.
His fingers kept moving upward as they glided along the smooth, sinewy surface of Joyce's legs. Eventually Harold began to grind his fingers against her firm thigh. Ever so astutely he squeezed it, knowing just the right amount of pressure to use so that he did not shake her up by hurting her too badly.
Even though Harold wouldn't have minded slapping her asscheeks a few times for good measure, he didn't want to rattle Joyce prematurely. He felt that it was imperative for him to ease into the activities in a gradual manner, conditioning her so that she was not faced with too many shocking traumas at any given moment in time. Harold was well aware of what an adjustment she was making to begin with, and he didn't want to make things any more difficult for her in that particular regard.
Harold kept moving his fingers with mounting lust, letting them grab and twist against her curvaceous, heavily tanned thigh. Just touching her leg and staring at her delectable pubic mound was enough to cause great agitation to swell in his lust-ridden penis and testicles.
"You really are built," he said softly. "Ohhh, damned, and a virgin. You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, and I hope you'll leave me that way."
"I don't want to hear anymore from you on that score. If s not your place to ask me questions of any kind or make suggestions. In short, you're here and I'll do with you as I see fit."
Harold removed his fingers from her warm thigh. He pushed them forward, allowing them to dip down toward her cringing pussy. When Harold made his first contact with her beautiful, vanilla-colored pubic vee, at first her body stiffened. But after a few of his smooth, soft strokes, she could not help but twist her legs instinctively back and forth.
There was something about his finger movements that actually provided her with pleasure, and that made Joyce feel more guilty than ever. It was one thing to be tampered with sexually by a man who was holding her captive, but it was a totally different matter to actually enjoy certain sensations that he was evoking within her.
His dangling fingers kept on moving like a spider, sliding slowly as he kept touching her warm vagina. After a few more such strokes, he then began to dig deeper, allowing his fingers to slide resourcefully as he maneuvered them inside of her cunt.
"That does feel good," he said. "Ohhh, yes, you're gonna be all right. You might squeal like a big baby, but you're gonna catch on. You're damned right you are.
After a few more quick, swift finger strokes inside of her vagina, he released his fingers from her pinksurfaced cunt and moved both hands upward toward her breasts.
Once more Joyce started to feel those waves of guilt. She had liked the way that his fingers had ever so soothingly maneuvered against her pubic hairs, and then inside of her vagina. Just what was she turning into? she asked herself. Could she be changing into some form of sex animal? Here she had received all of this formal, proper training from her father, a very conservative and wealthy Wall Street investment broker. Her parents had belonged to all the proper clubs and had reflected a genteel, highly conservative lifestyle of which she had been proud to be a part. But now she was enmeshed in a pit, being titillated by a depraved, bearded man who seemed to derive all kinds of delight from his sexual pursuits.
The next thing the still-fearful girl knew, Harold had reached out behind her and was unhooking the straps which held together her brassiere.
"Like I said, nudity can be such a beautiful experience," he told her. "I intend to take off everything. So now that we've got your panties off, the next move is taking off your bra."
Her body began to tremble anew and a sudden wave of fear overcame Joyce at the prospect of being totally naked. Even though she was now forced to unveil her vagina, at least her breasts weren't showing. There was something psychological about the idea of ultimately revealing everything, of having no protective fortress to hide behind, not for her breasts, not for her vagina.
His fingers moved with astute grace as Harold removed her bra. As he tossed it ever so eagerly to the floor, he watched as her jutting white breasts popped forward.
He loved the exhilarating ivory texture of her straight, fleshy breasts, which peered up at him like two enormous mountain slopes resting next to one another.
He loved the shape of her conical, warm breasts, and he looked forward to immediately reaching down and touching them. Right away Harold noticed the contrast between her snowy breasts and the rest of her bronzed upper body.
His penis jerked up as he reached down with both hands, allowing them to grab hold of her tits with firmness. He touched the warm, ripe folds of her breast flesh, moving his fingers with increasing lust as they kept on pushing and penetrating against the warmth of her bosoms.
At first she could feel nothing but revulsion. Here was this dirty man moving his filthy hands against her breasts, seeking to titillate her in every cheap way that he could think of.
While the action continued to unfold, however, Joyce felt herself becoming drawn in a sensually exhilarating fashion toward Harold and what he was doing in the same manner that she had earlier learned to enjoy the excitement of his finger strokes inside of her vagina. His fingers kept sinking ever more vigorously against her breasts. He saw to it that he touched every curvaceous line of her tits. After finishing his finger thrusts against her ripe, firm melons, he then reached down and started to toy with her nipples.
From the very instant that he let his fingers thrust against her crinkly, ever-hardening nipples, Harold began to feel an ever-heightening confidence. Even though this young virgin was doing her best to hate the whole thing, he could see that down deep she was actually relieved over finally being touched intimately by a man. He was aware of his astute male instincts which told him that she had fantasized many times about just what it might be like to be touched by a virile man, and now there she was, moving head on into that specific situation.
His fingers moved spryly against Joyce's nipples for a few strokes more, after which Harold then released his fingers from them. He reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her shimmering strands of blond hair.
"Now you're naked, just the way I want you," he said. "You're not gonna hold back around me, honey. You're gonna learn what it's like to make love. I'm gonna show you the ropes."
Even though Harold wanted badly to let himself go and lose himself in a wild series of uninhibited sexual acts with Joyce, he knew that to frighten her off anymore at this stage could prove damaging to him. He didn't want to instill her with a sense of fearful frigidity. Harold decided that if he just played things right and didn't go too far too fast, he could gradually condition her to at least accept some of what he was planning to dish out.
His thick, long, red tongue pushed forward, sliding against her thigh. He probed ever so slowly at first, sliding his tongue gingerly against the same thigh that his fingers had soothingly massaged only a few minutes earlier.
Eventually he began to dig with increasing eagerness as he pushed his tongue against her thigh, letting it stroke back and forth. The faster his tongue dug its way into her thigh, the more enjoyment that he felt surfacing through his whole body over the manner in which he was sharply wielding his piercing tongue.
Harold also liked something else. This beautiful young woman's buttocks were beginning to instinctively maneuver from side to side under the steady impetus of his sweeping tongue action. The faster that he unfurled his tongue, grinding it against her thigh, the louder her sighs were becoming.
Inside of young Joyce there was a tremendous turmoil occurring. She felt a great amount of torture over the fact that this stranger was taking such intimate liberties with her body. Yet, on the other hand, as a woman she could not help but respond to his careful, probing tongue ministrations.
The swifter that his sizzling tongue darted against her bronzed, trimly quivering thigh, the more excitement that she could feel inside of her fleshy mound. Her cunt tingled with ever swelling passion as he kept on pushing his tongue against her thigh, moving it back and forth.
When he made the move from her left thigh over to her right, Harold looked down at the young girl and winked.
"You're gonna be all right," he said. "Maybe you're gonna fight it for a while, but you'll soon give in. Sooner or later they all do."
His comment made her flinch. If there was one thing that Joyce hated, it was a man who believed in taking women for granted. She resented greatly some of the young men on campus, particularly some of the star athletes who had a good deal of girls chasing after them. Generally she shunned these arrogant young men like the plague, recognizing they felt that the women owed them anything that they wanted in the way of kicks, no matter how kinky their demands might be. Harold had that same look of arrogance on his face as he winked at her, telling her how much she would ultimately learn to enjoy sex with him. She only wished that she had a gun in her hands at that moment. If she had had any way of getting back at this terrible beast of a man who was humiliating her in such a way, she would definitely make use of it.
Harold's tongue continued to move with ever-quickening desire as it slid up and down her right thigh. After several more quick, jolting stabs, he released his tongue from her thigh.
He smiled once more as he observed the manner in which her legs were trembling. He knew that as hard as young Joyce was fighting it, that there was something within her that was responding to his moves. Harold knew just how much excitement it brought a woman to be sucked on her smooth trim thighs. Particularly one who was highly sexed, as he suspected Joyce would be once that somebody actually brought her out of her shell.
"Now for the real fun," he told her. "I'm taking aim of your pussy."
He pushed his stirring tongue down between her legs. Ever so throbbingly he worked with his vigorous, red tongue, letting it dart initially against her pubic hairs.
Even though she was furious at this man for taking all of these liberties and keeping her in captivity, the longer that he tickled her pubic hairs with his probing tongue, the wilder the feelings of anxiety .that rippled through her seething belly and her quivering cunt.
Recognizing just how quickly she was turning on, Harold drove his all-consuming tongue that much faster as he let it move in a swirling sea of desire against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick strokes, he released his tongue from her pubic bush, which was moistening as a result of his torrid, determined efforts.
"Nice and wet down there," he panted. "A perfect invitation. Oh, yes, you can only fight it so far, honey. Down deep you're all bitches and don't you ever forget it. You're a little bitch in heat. You want it. You want it just like all the rest. You're only fooling yourself if you say otherwise."
Before he cut loose with his tongue, Harold reached down and started to slap at Joyce's buttocks. He reddened her fleshy ass cheeks with his stinging slaps. Her whole body was ajar with a combination of fear and naked lust. All the while she was wondering just what this calculating madman would do next.