Chapter 10
"Well, Miss Stevens," Josh Fielding smiled when he saw her, "this is certainly an unexpected pleasure, I must say."
"Call me Brenda," she said.
"All right, Brenda. I'd like that."
From the way he was x-raying her with his eyes, Brenda knew that wasn't all he'd like. She was sure he'd like to fuck her, screw her, ream out her ass with his legendary penis. They were on the top deck of his yacht, Pony Boy, named after the western film that had gotten him started on the road to fame and fortune in television. The boat was anchored in the harbor within sight of land and Josh was anchored in one of the several lounge chairs scattered about, his tall, sturdy frame covered by a pair of tight, white bathing shorts that served to outline his large penis.
He waved his highball at her, saying, "Sit down, have a drink."
"Thanks," she said, sitting beside him. "It certainly is hot out here. Couldn't we go inside in the shade and talk."
He shook his head. "I like it out here just fine," he said in the tone of one used to having his own way. "Tell you what, though. I've got a supply of bikinis downstairs in different sizes. Why don't you get one of them-I'm sure you'll find one that fits; Philip will show you where-then come up and get some sun with me."
"All right," she said.
It would be a golden opportunity for him to view her excellent figure at close range, she realized. Philip, the sour-faced valet who had showed her the way from the motor boat to top deck, appeared as though by magic, ready to show her to a lower stateroom where the array of bathing suits were located.
"What kind of a drink would you like, miss?" he asked her at the door to the cabin.
"Scotch on the rocks," she said.
He disappeared, closing the door behind him. The cabin was small but luxuriously furnished. In the closet she found, as promised, a variety of bathing suits -all of them the skimpiest bikinis she'd ever seen. She chose a white one that barely covered her nipples on top and her pubic region below, then went back up to the top deck.
Josh Fielding whistled appreciatively. She smiled and turned around to give him a view of all sides of her.
"You got a mighty good body, honey," he said. "No wonder you're in a beauty contest." He patted the lounge on which he lay. "C'mon over here and sit down and we'll talk."
He handed her the drink Philip had made for her. She took it and sat down beside him, so close that his leg touched her thigh.
"How'd you know where to find me, honey?" he asked her, dropping his hand so that the palm of it rested on her thigh.
"I read the movie magazines," she said. "The Pony Boy is a famous yacht. Everybody knows it's always tied up here in the harbor ready for a big orgy."
He laughed at that and squeezed her thigh in his big hand. "Now you don't believe everything you hear, do you, honey?"
"Everything," she said, nodding.
He laughed again. "Well, most of its probably true anyway. I do like to have fun."
He rubbed her thigh with his hand and stared at her breasts, little of which were concealed by the bikini top and the bikini material was so thin that her nipples stood out in bold relief. He stared at them, licking his lips.
She glanced down at his crotch, hoping to do so without him noticing, but he did notice, she was sure of that. She was also sure that he had a big cock all right and that it seemed bigger because it was up stiff and pressing its undeniable outline against the tight cloth of his own jockey bathing suit.
"It's real, honey," he told her. "I've known some movie stars who have rubber attachments on their cocks while they're wearing bathing suits or tight pants, just for effect. But not me. Here, feel the difference."
Before she could protest or resist-or even decide what she wanted to do-he took her free hand and placed the palm over the bulge in his crotch. Brenda blushed, but she kept her hand there.
"Go on," he prompted her, "feel it."
She felt it, squeezed it even after he released her wrist. She felt a thrill shoot through her at the touch of his flesh, whose warmth and hardness could not be denied through the thin cloth covering it. She knew a lot of girls would give plenty to be in her place right now. She also knew there was no point in kidding herself. This is why she sought out the movie star, to try and make him vote for her in the Miss Derriere contest.
"Another way you can tell," he said, "is by smell."
"By smell?"
"Sure. Just put your nose down there and take a few good sniffs. You can tell if it's rubber or plastic or the real thing. Go on. Try it."
His tone was so insistent she couldn't refuse. She bent and put her nose very close to the bulge in his suit.
"Don't be bashful, honey," he told her. "Put your nose right up against it and inhale," he said as he gave her head a little nudge with his hand and she found her face in close contact with his groin. She couldn't smell any rubber or plastic odors but there was the unmistakable smell in her nostrils of a male penis "in heat." The odor and the closeness of his genitals excited her.
"Of course," he said, releasing her and smiling certainly, "the surest test of all is the taste test."
Brenda automatically found herself wetting her lips. "The taste test. But-"
He sighed. "Oh, come on, honey, let's not be coy. We both know why you're here. You wanta be nice to me so I'll cast my vote for you in the contest. Right?"
She hesitated, then nodded glumly.
"Well, cheer up," he said, " 'cause I'm gonna give you a chance."
He set down his drink, hooked his fingers into the top of his bathing suit and rolled it down over his hips and legs.
"Certainly not out here," she protested, "in plain sight."
He chuckled. "In plain sight of who, honey? Philip is down in his cabin minding his own business and nobody can see us from shore. Come on, let's have some fun in the sun."
His hands moved up over her breasts and massaged them roughly. She closed her eyes and shuddered pleasantly. Reed would never have done anything like this. He'd be shocked if she even mentioned it.
Screw Reed! she thought. Or better still, screw Josh Fielding who might do my career and my sexual well-being some good!
"How about taking off that bikini, honey?" he said. "I want to see all of you!"
There was certainly no point in her hesitating now, so she reached behind her and unsnapped the halter, then stood to work the bikini bottom down her legs. She sat down beside him again, noting that his penis was standing up, casting a shadow on his naked belly like a sundial. He reached up and fondled her bare breasts with enthusiasm. It was obvious that the mere sight of her was affecting him; she could tell from the way his penis twitched even as she watched it.
"Come here and give me a kiss, honey," he commanded.
She thought he wanted her to perform fellatio on him right away. Instead, he pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her full on the mouth. The weight of her breasts mashed against his chest, the nipples tantalizing his flesh.
"How are you at giving massages?" he asked her.
"I could use some practice, I guess," she admitted.
"Be my guest, honey."
Her fingers kneaded his shoulder and chest muscles while he gazed at her jiggling breasts. They were an inspiring sight to him, but he wanted to see more.
"Massage the calves of my legs," he said.
She realized he had an ulterior motive in asking that, so she decided to humor him. She got up and bent over to rub her fingers over his ankles, spreading her own legs to give him a better view of her buttocks. During the course of the massage she managed to jiggle her behind in a seductive manner.
Josh Fielding smiled. Here is another filly who knows just what I want, he thought pleasantly. She had a lovely ass, too, just like the Indian girl. Well, not just like it, of course, for asses were different-but it was just as good. He'd love to hump it; his cock was up and raring to go to it.
Brenda's legs were spread slightly, so he could see right between them, into the damp bushy blonde hair covering the slit of her genitals. He reached out with both hands and grabbed hunks full of ass so vigorously it threw her off balance.
"No, honey, you're doing fine," he warned. "Just keep bending over."
He continued squeezing and pinching the rounded globes and then ran his finger down the crack in her ass to the blonde pubic hair, inserting his finger in her cunt so forcefully she winced. He paid no attention to that, busy with the hot, wet opening between her legs.
"How about giving me a massage where it really counts, honey?"
It was not a request but an order. Brenda felt him crook his finger buried in her vagina and pull her backward. The finger stimulated her, but his roughness hurt her. She backed up as he pulled her closer to his face so she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
She knew what he wanted massaged, so she continued bending over, this time directly over his genitals. She took his stiff penis in her hands and rolled the throbbing length of it between the palms. She stroked it, pulled it, rubbed it one way and then another, with an occasional squeezing of his testicles.
It came as no surprise when he kissed her buttocks, then spread the cheeks to kiss her anus, then dip into the opening with his tongue.
She almost laughed at a sudden thought. Wouldn't it be funny if Reed could see her now, stark naked, giving a rub down to a stranger's penis and testicles, while her ass was being tongued and kissed.
She should have invited Ron Williams, the photographer, along to take some pictures for her scrap book.
Suddenly Josh released her and said, "C'mon, honey, it's your turn to do some kissing."
"Where do you want to be kissed?" she asked him.
He laughed. "Come on, you know where."
She nodded and eased herself between his legs at the foot of the lounge. He spread his legs and placed them over her shoulders, imprisoning her there, leaving no doubts as to what specifically he wanted kissed. The area of his crotch was all she could reach with her lips and tongue.
She cradled his testicles and stroked his stiff, throbbing penis for a few seconds. Then she licked the knob with her tongue and pressed her lips in a soft kiss against the flesh. His squirming told her she was doing all right. She opened her mouth wide and took the length of his penis full in her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. It grew swollen and he thrust it up against the roof of her mouth until her jaws ached.
She withdrew it from her mouth and used her tongue to lick a sticky trail down the sides of his shaft to the testicles, upon which she sucked with her lips. Playfully she even pulled on a few of his pubic hairs with her teeth.
"That's it, honey," he said. "Now you're getting there."
She moved her lips along the insides of his thighs, leaving a wet trail. Her tongue moved along his tight testicles and under them. She felt his rough hands come to rest on her head and push her down. Her lips glided downward toward the pouting hole of his anus. She covered the opening with her mouth, sticking her tongue inside as far as it would go.
Talk about undignified positions! she thought. She almost wished Mr. Reed Smythe were there to see his fianc'e literally sucking another man's asshole!
Josh Fielding shielded his eyes from the rays of the hot sun and relaxed, or tried to. It wasn't easy to control his emotions as the girl's rich scarlet lips moved tantalizingly over his shuddering cock, as her hot little tongue massaged his balls and her mouth kissed his asshole. For an amateur, she wasn't bad, but she needed practice. Well, he'd give it to her, Meanwhile, her enthusiasm was making up for it.
Before long, however, all thoughts of relaxing had fled. The sight of the naked girl sucking his crotch was too much for him and her hand was still stroking his cock even while her lips and tongue busily licked the rest of him. He stared down along her body to her beautiful white ass shining in the sun-and he wanted her.
He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. He said, "Come on, honey, you're gonna get humped!"
He had her stand with her back to him, her legs spread apart, her upper body bent over and holding a steady balance by grasping the upper frame of the lounge chair. Her knuckles grew white with the intensity of the grip and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his thrust into her anus. He had one of the largest, thickest penises she'd ever seen. It seemed more like a weapon than an instrument of love and she was afraid it would hurt her virgin asshole.
She tensed as he came up behind her and rubbed his throbbing penis against her white, rounded buttocks.
"Steady there," he said. "Whoa, honey."
The son of a bitch, she thought wonderingly, sounds like he's talking to his horse!
She shuddered as he continued rubbing his stiff penis against her flesh, working himself up even more. Then she felt his big hands spread apart the half-moons of her buttocks. He moved in closer and she could feel the tip of his penis probing at her anal opening, while fingers of one hand preceded it to make entry easier for him.
With an expertise born of long practice, Josh stuck the tip of his cock directly over the opening. He could tell this was going to be as tight as the Indian maiden. Brenda Stevens probably had never been fucked in the asshole. It was amazing to him there were so many girls who hadn't discovered this opening that gave him so much pleasure. Well, that was okay; it meant a good tight fit and he liked that.
He gripped her waist with both his hands and held her tight. Then he pressed forward to get the knobby tip of his cock past the opening.
She screamed.
Annoyed, he whacked her sharply on her buttocks, leaving a red handprint. "Shut up, damn you! You want the harbor patrol coming around to investigate?"
"I-I'm sorry," she sobbed. "It hurt."
"You'll get used to it. Now shut up and hold still."
Tears blurred Brenda's eyes and pain shot through her rectum. She realized that he was only part way inside her, that most of him lay outside, ready to be shoved deep into the opening. She bit her lip and tried not to think of it. She held her breath and tensed as his hands gripped her waist more securely than ever.
"Hang on, honey," he warned her. "Here goes."
He rammed the full length of his penis deep into her with such force it nearly toppled her over onto the lounge. Desperately, she held back the scream that wanted to escape from her lips. It felt as though her entire body was being ripped apart. She almost fainted.
Grinning, he began his pumping movement. "See, it's a lot of fun when you get going, isn't it?"
The pain was so intense she could hardly find her voice. "Yes," she managed. "Yes, it's a lot of fun."
She gripped the aluminum frame of the lounge chair so tightly her fingers grew numb and tried to think about the contest she was in-how the winning of the title of Miss Derriere was worth the punishment she was undergoing. She knew that Princess Laughing Water had already been to see the cowboy star and if the little girl could stand having Josh's big penis shoved up her anus, then so could a big girl like her.
After a while her anus grew numb and she was only vaguely aware that Josh Fielding was thrusting his penis in and out of her with an increasingly frantic rhythm. It was nothing more painful then than the rocking of the yacht on a stormy sea.
It would be funny, she decided, if Reed had followed her to the waterfront and if he were on the shore with a pair of binoculars. He would've seen her kissing the actor all over and sucking his penis, his testicles and his anus, followed by the actor ramming his huge penis into her behind.
Now that was a sight she'd like to hear him describe to the folks back in Connecticut!
The notion was so funny she began laughing.
"See, what'd I tell you," Josh said, grinning, "I knew you'd like it. They all do."
She probably wouldn't be able to sit down for weeks, but she couldn't let the cowboy actor know this. She had to do some acting of her own. She sighed and jiggled her buttocks against his plunging groin.
"Come on, ride 'em, cowboy!" she shouted back at him.
He rode faster, ramming his cock into her asshole with increasingly furious thrusts. His cock was bulging inside her flesh, ready to let loose with a torrent of orgasm. He released his grip on her hips and hunched over her back so he could reach under her and grab her breasts roughly in his big hands and squeeze them while he thrust faster and faster into her.
He grunted as the orgasm began and shoved his cock deep into her, holding it there as it exploded, spurting his hot come over the walls of her anus.
He held it in there until he'd finished, then he withdrew and sat down on the lounge chair, looking up at her. She seemed as though she couldn't get out of her doubled over position.
"Your first time, honey?" he asked her.
She thought of lying, but decided there was no point to it. She nodded.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"It takes a little getting used to," she said, forcing a smile. Gritting her teeth, she went on, "I hope we can get in a little more practice before-"
"Before it's time to vote in the contest?" He laughed. "Don't you worry none, honey. It's only natural that you'd want to butter me up, since I'm one of the judges. But I do hope you like me and my asshole fucking outside of that."
"Oh, I do, I do," she insisted.
"Good. Now, I suppose you'll want to be getting back to your apartment. You can get dressed and Philip will take you back to shore."
He leaned back in the lounge and closed his eyes. Brenda picked up her bikini, put it on and then limped stiffly down to the cabin where her clothes were.
On the way back she said, "Tell me, Philip, does Mr. Fielding get many visitors here-female visitors, I mean?"
Philip smiled. "He seems to be very popular, miss, with the young ladies."
"Are any of the girls from the Miss Derriere contest?"
"I really wouldn't know, miss," the man said with a shrug.
Brenda sighed. The Indian girl had seen Josh, of that she was sure. If the others hadn't, they probably would. But at least Brenda Stevens was in the running, at least with one judge. She gulped as she remembered there were two others to consider.
She supposed that once she got used to it, this "asshole fucking," as Josh called it, might be an interesting variant to the sexual game. Some girls, she knew, even preferred it. At any rate, she was determined to continue with it, if only to get on the right side of the judges who would pick the winner-providing, of course, her aching asshole held out!