Chapter 2
By dawn of the next morning, the Paris sky was overlaid with curly mist, and there was a slight chill in the air. Ian waited in the sleek black Porsche, impatient because Max was always late.
Finally Max appeared, climbed in, slammed the door behind him, and flashed Ian one of his famous Texas smiles.
"Good night last night, huh buddy?" he grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, fantastic," Ian responded, slightly short on humor because it was morning and because they had big business ahead of them. Ian always got a little more serious about things than Max did. Always a little more "on", always a little more tense.
But he had to, because he was the brains of the team, while Max was the brawn. Max was a little younger than he, dumber, sweeter, his sidekick. Less domineering and less cruel. Ian had the intensity and the thrust Max provided the endurance and the patience. Between them they could net any fish in the sea. Between Ian's temper and Max's steadiness, there wasn't a chance in hell that they could go wrong. They were like one person, the way they worked together. Each of them had a nose for danger, and a nose for opportunity, although of a different kind. It made Ian feel very secure to have Max working beside him. And he knew that the feeling went both ways.
As they swung onto open highway towards Lyon, Ian opened the throttle wide and Max began to relax.
The countryside sped past them in a rapid blur. Neither of them noticed much, because both were intent on their goal. That night, in Lyon, they would deliver several thousand dollars worth of diamonds. Smuggled, of course.
Max pulled a slip of paper from his wallet and read the name that was written on it. "Jeanette Graney," he mused, looking at it intensely. "Wonder who she is, wonder what she looks like?"
Ian grinned, shoving the accelerator down hard, hitting open highway by then. The sun was just rising, it was beginning to get deliciously warm.
"Forget it buddy," Ian cautioned. "She's a contact, remember? With them you don't take chances. Besides," he added, "she's probably a dog."
Max hardly even heard him. He was letting his fantasies wander on about this woman whom they had never met, this fascinating woman who was their sole contact in Lyon, and to whom they were to deliver thousands of dollars worth of diamonds. He was trying to picture what she looked like, who she was.
"From the spelling, the name could be English, or even American," said Max thoughtfully, studying the card.
Ian read his thoughts. "Or even good pussy?" he snapped ironically, one side of his mouth twisted into a grin.
"Why not?" Max snapped back, shoving the card back into his wallet. "What's the matter with that?"
"Nothing," Ian replied coolly, "except for one thing. Remember Max, we have one important rule, and that is: *Never screw a contact, because she'll screw you right back!'"
"So?" said Max, feeling unusually brave because of the exhilaration gained from the previous night's mini-orgy. "You only live once!"
Ian's mouth twisted into a small smile again. "With that attitude, and in our business, you won't live at all!" he remarked flatly. But he knew damn well that if the girl was beautiful enough, rules could be broken. He'd done it before and he was still here to tell about it. He could feel his rod getting stiff inside his tightly tailored pants, just thinking about it. It was Russian roulette, the spirit of the road. He was only fencing with Max, and they both knew it.
"Besides," Ian added, "maybe she's ugly as sin."
"Yeah," Max grinned, "maybe. But what if she isn't?"
"So ..." said Ian, letting his voice trail off suggestively.
"I just wanta know one thing, buddy," said Max. "White roses or red?" This was an old joke between them.
"And I just want to know one thing, old pal, and that is that you will be out there where you belong, covering that goddam approach road, and snappy if I need you."
"Front and center, partner," Max grinned, "bright eyed and bushy tailed."
"Yeah, okay," said Ian. He realized he was jumpy. It was the energy jolt of excitement he always got at the beginning of a hard run. Max knew it too. Ian turned, tightening his sleeky gloved hands on the wheel of the Porsche, and shot Max a smile. "This time, fella, you take care of the bushes, and I take care of the tail!"
Max grinned back, shrugged. "So, what else is new?" he said.
By midnight that night Ian stood in front of a deserted farmhouse fifteen miles outside of Lyon with a small but priceless bag of diamonds in his breast pocket Max was where he belonged, guarding the entrance and within earshot if trouble should occur. Ian felt his cock stir as he began to walk through the long, thick grass. A full moon in a clear sky made the place as bright as day, made the soft night noises seem eerily loud.
He circled the house warily, as quiet as a jungle cat, and headed for the thicket of woods that was the contact point. The blood in his temples started to pound a soft tattoo, and every steel hard muscle in his magnificent body began to vibrate with the mixed anticipation of sex and danger. He felt his rod already pulsing steadily inside his pants, already swelling to magnificent size and oozing a little from the tip, rubbing tantalizingly against his zipper with each slow step.
"Damn that moon," he muttered between his teeth. It was a mixed blessing-good for fucking, but not in his favor if he had to make a sudden break for it.
Then he saw her. A flash of skimpy white dress, bare arms, slender legs tucked away invitingly in the darkness of the trees, waiting for him. His weapon jolted eagerly, and he took a quick, sharp breath of delight. Casually, suavely, he lit a cigarette ... exhaled ... and then went tense from head to toe, because there was another, darker shadow standing beside her. Jeanette, whoever she was, was not alone. Ready for anything, he coolly covered the remaining few yards to the thicket.
He found himself face to face with two of the most gorgeous pieces of tail he'd ever seen; one was delicate, busty, ash blond, dressed in white, and the other was an exquisite, honey-haired Lolita-type creature who couldn't have been more than fourteen.
"I'm Jeanette," whispered the first one. "This is my cousin Tina."
"What the hell is she doing here?" said Ian tersely.
"Two girls out alone at night are less suspicious than one. She's okay."
"All right," said Ian, and relaxed. Not only did the explanation satisfy him, the situation delighted him. There was going to be pleasure in this business after all! Jeanette held out her hand for the diamonds, and began fishing in her voluptuous cleavage for the money she was to give him. Ian's handsome mouth twisted into a hard smile and, without warning, he grasped Jeanette's outstretched hand and placed it straight over his engorged and throbbing member.
"Oh!" she gasped, stunned. She stared up at him like a frightened deer, unable to move, her hand riveted to the hot, bulging inferno that jutted at her from his pants. She could feel the pulse-beat massaging her fingers, could feel the huge thing jerking and thrusting at her insistently, and she knew it was the most massive and magnificent dick she had ever encountered. In spite of herself, she began to go weak in the knees, and an answering wave of heat swelled up and washed over her crotch.
"I ... uh, I ..." she murmured weakly, tense with confusion and fear, aware of Tina's presence, aware of the danger, yet totally unable to resist the animal magnetism of this overpowering man.
"Pleasure before business," said Ian suavely. He reached behind her and, in one lightning swift motion, yanked all the pins out of her hair so that it tumbled to her bared shoulders like a silver waterfall.
"Not ... not here ..." Jeanette gasped, trying to wrench free.
"Yes. Here!" Ian hissed, his voice tight with desire, his whole body as taut with passion as a coiled steel spring. He ripped his fly open with one hand, and with the other he forced Jeanette to her knees in the soft, moist earth. His raging cock burst from its prison, surging and boiling with the load of passion that he had been storing up for this unknown woman all day. Now that he knew her, he wanted her even more than he had in fantasy.
"You're ... it's ... huger she breathed softly, and he watched the expression of awe and worship spread over her face that crossed the face of every woman on seeing his rod naked for the first time. Her reserve, her fear melted away, and a kind of breathless ecstasy took its place. She licked her lips tentatively, and her ripe, full tits began to rise and fall rhythmically as she became gripped by arousal. Ian gazed down into the crack of her cleavage and watched hungrily as her breasts bulged up, threatening at any moment to burst over the low-cut front of her dress.
"Suck it!" he commanded, his voice low but vibrating with power. "Go on, swallow me, take it all!"
Her delicate pink lips parted, her velvety tongue slid out and grazed the swollen head. He saw her mouth glistened wetly in the moonlight. Then she fitted her warm lips around the rounded head, caught her breath in a sharp gasp, and plunged forward, swallowing as much of his enormous dick as she could manage. He felt the deep thrill that went through her as she tasted his cock meat for the first time, as she felt it stuffing her mouth with its almost unbelievable hugeness.
"Ahhnnhh!" she groaned against him, and then threw herself into sucking him off as if she was starved for the taste of his cream. Her tongue began a skillful rippling and fluttering trip up and down the length of his tool, searching and exploring, caressing and adoring every gargantuan inch of him as if she could never get enough. Ian's handsome mouth twisted into a coolly pleased smile then, for he knew he had gotten himself a crack cocksucker this time.
Her head began to bob up and down as her movements became more eager, tossing her pale blond hair gracefully about in swirls on her nearly naked shoulders. The moonlight made it shine almost silver, and the tree shadows dappled her head and her pale marble skin with dark patterns, making her an unbelievably erotic sight Her dress began to slide up as she worked at him, exposing a snowy expanse of thigh that ended in the deliciously shadowed cleft of her cunt covered only by a filmy triangle of white lace. Ian's mouth began to water.
Then he raised his head and fastened his steel blue eyes on Tina for the first time. She was gazing at him open-mouthed, her tender lips parted just enough to show the softness of her little tongue and the white pearls of her teeth. She wasn't frightened. She was astonished. She stood there rooted to her spot her eyes riveted on Ian's face, her breath fluttering and her heart pounding. Ian thought that he had never seen anything so deliciously, beautifully vulnerable.
"Come here," he said softly, just barely smiling. She walked to him as if in a daze. Without another word he took her delicate lips with his mouth in a loss that was gentle, but held all the promise of the fierce passion he was able to unleash. Her mouth tasted like dew, like flowers, and that one kiss told him instantly that she was untouched, virgin. Bolts of fire surged in his cock where it nestled snugly in Jeanette's velvety mouth, and he felt his temperature suddenly climb several hundred degrees.
"I... I've never..." she began softly.
"I know," said Ian simply, and took her in his arms with such cool mastery that nothing more had to be said. A split second later his tongue was bedded in the sweet haven of her young mouth, and his strong hands were skillfully awakening fire in her virgin flesh for the first time, kneading and caressing, stroking and searching as if he had a private road map to her body in his head. She let him do it, let him touch her everywhere, because the soft, rich swells of new ecstasy that were washing over her flesh were irresistible. She leaned limply against him, totally in his power, feeling hypnotized.
Coolly his fingers opened the buttons of her dress, released the catch of her bra, reached in and drew her lusciously blooming tits into the moonlight, then began to squeeze and fondle, all so smoothly that she hardly knew what hit her. In seconds she was naked, and so breathless with erotic sensations that she felt as if she would choke. Ian's head dipped down then, his tongue flicked out and covered both snowy virgin mounds at once in a wide, wet swath, bringing her small, delicate nipples into instant erection.
"Uuhhnnh!'' she gasped, stunned by this exquisite, brand new sensation.
"Nnnnhhh ..." Jeanette moaned suddenly against his cock, and he knew that she had realized what he was doing, how far he was intending to go, and it turned her on incredibly. Her tongue lashed at him with renewed passion now, struggling to reach every forged steel inch of his mammoth prick, straining to take it all, swallow it down, fill herself with it completely. Her delicate hands searched his crotch hungrily, diving into every crack and crevice, closing possessively around his engorged balls and squeezing as if she wanted to wring the cream out of him and into her hot, eager throat.
Her cheeks hollowed out from the suction, and dribbles of her saliva escaped the tight ring of her lips and trickled down his shaft into his pubic hair, titillating his balls deliciously. As her passion grew, her mouth and throat expanded, and she swallowed him deeper and deeper, caressing his head with the depths of her oral cave.
Everything was forgotten between the three of them now but the immediate excitement of sex. In a matter of minutes Ian had brought both women-the experienced Jeanette, and little virgin Tina- completely into his snare. There was no sound in the tensely still night air except the tremulous breathing of Tina and the moist suckling noises of Jeanette's mouth hungrily caressing his cock. Ian's hands were skillfully taking possession of every glowing inch of Tina's nakedness and, for the first time, he took a long hard look at her.
Her tits were already in full bloom, and her soft-skinned body held the slender, muscular grace of a perfect fourteen-year-old virgin. Her honey-colored hair tumbled enticingly over exquisitely formed shoulders, and her huge blue eyes were fringed with the thickest and loveliest lashes he had ever seen. With one hand he continued his practiced titillation of her breasts, and with the other he began a slow slide down to where he wanted to be-right between her gorgeous virgin thighs.
She trembled uncontrollably as she felt him approaching her sex place, felt his fingers tracing seductive erotic circles over her tender, vulnerable belly. Her knees shook so that she could hardly stand, and she began to breathe in great, gulping gasps. Then suddenly he was there, inside her panties, putting his hand right over her throbbing pussy mound, filling her with sensations such as she had never dreamed of before. His fingers toyed with her pussy fur for a minute, and then began to advance tantalizingly forward, forcing her legs to part With a swimming sensation in her head, she widened the distance between her feet and let him in.
"Ooooo ..." Tina moaned dazedly, catching Ian around the shoulders in order to keep her balance. He had shoved his hand into her slit, opening the lips and fully caressing the warm, naked flesh that led to her treasure hole. A jolt of pleasure ripped through her that was so strong that she thought she would pass out, and she knew this man whom she had never seen before and would never see again would be the first to take her.
Ian smiled with delight as he touched her ripe, pulsating opening, because it was as thoroughly wet as if he had been softening her up for hours. She may be a virgin, he thought to himself, but she's ripe and ready as hell!
He stroked her pussy grooves carefully, enjoying the feeling of the juice beginning to flow hard onto his fingers, an open invitation to him to come in. At the same time, he kept her tender mouth busy with tantalizing kisses that fired the growing furnace in her cunt. Back and forth, back and forth his fingers moved, spreading the juice and arousing the delicate exposed nerves in her virgin membranes, encouraging a rhythm to start in her shapely Httle hips. Then his finger settled on her budding clit, and found it throb-bingly hard with anticipation and excitement. The minute he felt how hard and tight it was, he knew she was ready.
He closed his eyes and slid his finger straight down the wet slide of her pussy, into her treasure hole. At the same time, he shoved forward hard with his hips and buried his dick to the hilt in Jeanette's velvety mouth.
"Nnnnhhi" Tina exclaimed in pain, delight, and surprise.
"Ahhhh ..Ian sighed in pure pleasure. His finger was now slathered with the wet juices of virgin trea- sure, and his cock was drenched in the warm flow of Jeanette's saliva. He began to move his finger and his rod back and forth in the same rhythm, letting all his nerve endings experience the pleasure of erotic sensation. His concentration was completely on the orgasm he felt building in his loins, on the load he felt gathering in his balls, preparing to spill into Jeanette's eager throat
He wanted to shoot fast feel the excitement, the thrill of her swallowing him, and then he could get down to the serious business of fucking tail. Poor Max, Ian thought delightedly, he's going to have a long wait!
He began rocking back and forth on his heels then, his eyes cooUy fastened on Jeanette's silvery, bobbing head, his finger plunged to the succulent depths of Tina's willing cunt hole. She was shuddering against him in tremulous bliss, hanging on for dear life, her face buried tightly in his warm neck. Every nerve in his body tingled with the fire of pleasure, the blood pounded hotly and demandingly in his rod, and he felt his balls surging eagerly with cream. Jeanette's warm Belongs were driving him rapidly to the peak, and he felt her mouth tighten around him in response to the jerks of his rod.
Her hands were everywhere, on his balls, his ass, up his crack, toying with his anal opening, caressing him in a growing frenzy of desire. She had become obsessed by a passion for his cock now, sucking and pulling at him with an animalistic wildness as she knelt there in the dirt, eagerly servicing him. From the way her hips were swiveling, from the way she was squirming around, Ian could tell that she was getting close to an orgasm just from sucking him.
As he pumped his throbbing dick between her dripping lips, he began to angle his finger in more and more deeply, penetrating the succulent depths of Tina's pussy hole in a rhythm with the movements of his organ. She answered him with her slender, delicately curved pelvis, tentatively and shyly at first, but then with growing excitement. Her sweet nectar slathered down his finger, flowing more and more as his hand violated her virgin hole.
Feeling her tremble, he pressed his advantage, bringing the flat heel of his hand to bear firmly on the sensitive, thrusting button of her innocent clitoris. A deep gasp from her was his reward, and she jackknif ed against him in sudden total abandon, weak with the sensations of pleasure he was giving her. His groin pounded with waves of heat then, and sparks of ecstasy like Hghtning shot down the length of his shaft, letting him know that his first load was boiling out of control and on its way.
"Aaabhimhhhr Tina exclaimed as he rammed his hand with sudden violent intensity square against the dripping hps of her snatch, forcing the clit to jerk and swell with a sharp spasm of joy, forcing her to lose the last of her control and hurtle dizzily into the first bone-melting orgasm of her entire life.
"Aaahhnnnhhhl" she cried again, her young voice shrill with the astonishment of what was happening to her, her supple body draped like soft velvet over his steel frame because her knees were too weak to support her. And at precisely that second Ian felt his tool jerk magnificently, once, twice, and unload, shooting a steaming jet of hot cream deep into the recesses of Jeanette's accomplished mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, savoring the delicious swell and swirl of his climax.
"Nnnnnggg ..." Jeanette gulped, as she struggled to take him down without gagging. The flow of his come was so copious that she felt inundated by it, drowned in it, stuffed with his sperm. Her supple cheeks expanded and contracted with intense concentration as she strained to swallow each enormous salvo of cream before the next one filled her. There was no sound in the forest night but the lewd, wet smack of her lovely mouth sucking his come, and the low, dazed moaning of Tina in the aftermath of her climax.
At last Jeanette pulled her head away and let his spent organ fall from her lips, still dribbling slightly from the tip. She stared at his gargantuan member where it dangled in front of her face and saw that it was hardly exhausted. In fact, it was clear from the pulse beat under the half shriveled skin that Ian was only just getting warmed up. She lifted her head to gaze at him, her eyes glazed with eroticism, her whole being trembling passionately at the thought of having that huge weapon violate her private depths.
"Ohhh," she gasped dizzily, "ohhhhh ..."
Ian released Tina from his embrace and came down beside Jeanette, sweeping her into his arms and taking her mouth violently with his hungry lips, kissing her so fiercely mat her muscles turned to water and she felt as if she would faint. His tongue pried her lips apart and dived to the tasty depths of her throat, while his strong hands roamed her body, pulling the clothes off her so quickly and smoothly that she hardly knew what was happening. He yanked at the low-cut front of her dress and the buttons parted easily, letting her ripe, luscious boobs burst free.
The forest floor was soft with moss and dead leaves, a perfect bed, and they rolled around on it like two animals locked in battle, a flashing tangle of arms and legs and eager, searching tongues and lips. As he skillfully stripped her, Ian shed his own clothes piece by piece, never letting up on her all the while, keeping his hands moving over her body in a continuous caress, driving her nearly mad with anticipation. He pinched her tits and stroked her belly, grabbed hard at her ass, and delved teasingly with his warm, strong fingers between her succulent thighs.
"Oooo ... ohhhhhhP Jeanette gasped, feeling the heat in her pussy surge to unbearable heights, feeling herself totally overpowered and dominated by his magnificent strength. She had never wanted it so desperately, had never been so frantically hot, so insanely out of control. The juice was already dripping from her hole, oozing down onto her thighs, and every nerve in her body was on fire with awareness and need.
"Do it," she panted, "do it, please, put it in me! Oh God, stick it in!" She had forgotten who she was and where she was, had forgotten Tina, the danger, the reason why she was here in the woods with this handsome stranger. She had forgotten everything but his delicious cock and his hot grasping hands that had reduced her to a delirious state of erotic hypnosis.
"Do it," she begged again, for he was teasing her mercilessly, grazing her naked belly with his tool in long, tantalizing passes. Her legs were wide apart, pleading, her soft thighs glistening like polished marble in the moonlight, smeared with sex nectar. As he jabbed up and down on top of her, Ian's cock rose again into instant erection, even huger and harder than before.
"Yes, baby, my sweet baby," Ian purred. "Til do it to you, take your sweet cunt to heaven." Her eagerness fired his lust deliciously, but he enjoyed holding her off, watching her arousal mount to delirious proportions, because her desperation to have him added an extra tang to the edge of his pleasure.
He pulled back and sat on his heels, looking at her squirming beneath him. She was exquisite; her huge, velvety tits flopped and rolled from side to side, and her hair was tossed around her shoulders like a silvery waterfall, accentuating the vulnerable whiteness of her perfect skin. Her lips were parted and moist, swollen with sensuality from sucking his cock, and her misty blue eyes glowed with the heat of sexual yearning.
With his hands he masterfully forced her thighs even further apart, so that he could look straight into the dripping depths of her snatch. The outer lips were already swollen and distended, spreading like an open invitation to be entered, pulsating with frantic desire. He could just see the rose-like bud of her clitoris thrusting from the top of her pussy grooves, reaching out to him to be touched.
"Open yourself for me," he commanded. "Spread it so I can see it all!" His voice vibrated with harsh passion, and she felt a lewd thrill rush through her at his words. She reached down with both hands, placed her fingers on the tender, throbbing hps, and pulled them wide apart.
"Aaahhnnnhhh!" she gasped, as a jolt of ecstasy rippled through her at her own touch. Her hips were undulating rhythmically now, lifting up searchingly towards his cock, her bare feet bracing and pushing against the ground.
Ian turned then and saw that Tina was lying stretched out a few feet away, watching in wide-eyed fascination, still stunned at what was happening. Her little nipples were tight with excitement, and her big blue eyes held an expression that was a combination of fear and arousal.
"Come here," he said in a low voice. His tone thrilled her with its lewd suggestiveness, shot into the center of her like a cold sword, making her heart skip a beat. She came and knelt where he indicated, between Jeanette's outspread legs and in front of him. Then he took her hand and placed it over the steaming wetness of Jeanette's pussy.
"Oh my God!" Jeanette cried, as the soft, feminine fingers settled over her pulsating snatch, sending bolts of fire ripping through her flesh. She was so desperate to be fucked by now that she could hardly stand it Instantly her hips thrust up in answer, and Ian began to guide Tina's hand in a circular motion over the soaking wet flesh, bringing her fingers to bear steadily on the clit.
Then he took Tina's other hand and folded the soft fingers around his erect cock, leading her to a rhythm of up and down strokes, forcing her to squeeze tightly until he felt delirious with pleasure. She got the hang of it instantly, her reserve and fear melted by his masterful manipulation of her. She gazed in awe, first at the gargantuna prick sliding between her fingers, and then at the dripping cunt folds that throbbed and pulsated beneath her hand.
Meanwhile Ian's hands and mouth got to work, titillating and caressing her young nakedness, bringing her again into a state of sensual excitement. His tongue flickered over her boobs, tightening the nipples into rosy pebbles and slathering the white flesh with his saliva. His fingers travelled skillfully down her belly and came to rest between her parted thighs, pinching and stroking and pulling at the pussy mound until she let out a sharp cry of delight
He found her clit and massaged it in rapid circles, feeling it respond almost instantly, feeling the sex juice gush down again and lubricate the virgin flower of her cunt folds. Tina was gasping now, moaning softly, and so was Jeanette, both of mem wildly aroused and totally in his power. One glance at Jeanette's gyrating hips told him that she was teetering on the very edge of orgasm. A few good thrusts should do it
He pulled Tina's hand aside and shifted his weight forward, centering his massive frame between Jeanette's thighs so suddenly that she hardly had time to catch her breath. The tip of his cock struck her soft vaginal rim dead center, he hovered a moment, and plunged.
"Aaauuggghhhh!" she screamed, her passion rocketing suddenly out of bounds, her senses hurled headlong into a delirious intensity of pleasure. Her knees buckled, her shapely legs were flung around his waist her heels dug into his back, and she slammed her hips up at him for dear Me. His cock was so huge and hard that she felt as if he split her in half, but she didn't care.
"Yessss, oh yes, oh, ohhhhh ...!" she half screamed as she writhed under his thrusts.
"That's it baby, do it for me, give it to me," Ian crooned enticingly in her ear. "Come for me, baby, come!"
He felt her flame up inside then, felt her abandon every inch of her body to the sensations of pleasure he was giving her. Their hips smashed together with bone-breaking force as he plowed her, stuffing her so full of his huge cock meat that she thought she would collapse in pieces. He thrust mercilessly again and again, feeling her inner temperature climb with soaring suddeness.
Then her cunt walls were contracting around his rod, clutching it in desperate spasms, drenching him in the fluids of her climax. He felt the long tunnel of her vagina voraciously sucking him in as if to swal- low him, just as her succulent mouth had done earlier.
"Ah, ahhh, ahhJihhhhhV she screamed, her voice going from a throaty purr to a shrill explosion of fulfillment.
"Ahhh, ahhhhhh ..." she moaned, rolling from side to side in the dirt, cradling him between her knees, savoring the waves of pleasure that came after the peak, each one becoming softer and less intense than the one before. Ian stayed with her until he felt her cuntal spasms cease, felt her passion slide from the heights down into the depths of relaxation. She was still gasping and moaning under him when he pulled his stiff weapon from her battered vagina.
Without a word, he rolled off of her, turned over, caught Tina in his arms, and pinned her on her back, shoving her tender thighs apart with his knees. She was still hot from his touch, and doubly aroused from what she had just seen. Her muscles were tight with fear, but Ian knew his way around that.
Crooning gently in her ear, he soothed her with his voice, while he simultaneously massaged her body into supplication with his strong, skilled hands. Carefully he inserted his throbbing dick between the virginal thighs, carefully brought the tip of it to bear against the trembling, tight sex hole. Her legs parted, and she lay back, abandoning herself to his will.
"Ah, my beautiful darling," he whispered, his voice as thick as honey, "don't be afraid. I will make you happy. Just relax and let me do it, I won't hurt you ..." His voice trailed off hypnotically, and he jockeyed into position, just beginning to force the swollen head of his huge weapon past the taut but dripping mouth of her vagina. He could feel how hard it was for her to take, because even the head of his cock was too enormous for her innocent little hole.
"Nnnhh, nnnhhhhhh," she moaned, clutching at him with soft, clinging arms, thrusting up at him with eager, curious hips, wanting him in spite of the pain that was already beginning to sting her tender membranes.
"Ahhhh," Ian moaned softly. He felt her juices begin to flow even more copiously then, felt her treasure canal stretch to admit him, vibrating with excitement. He shoved rhythmically and carefully forward, savoring the special pleasure of being the first to plow her, the special deliciousness of her fantastic tightness. She fit him like a glove.
Waves of erotic delirium washed over him, and he grasped her supple young body in his hands with animal fierceness, kneading the ripe flesh hungrily. The smell of her was exotically delicious to him, but the taste was even better. He covered her face, her throat, her tits with fierce, nibbling kisses, and drank in the sweet babyish flavor and aroma of her healthy young skin. Her breath came hot and moist against his cheeks, gasping, desperate, aroused. She was sailing up and out into the first flight of cock-filled ecstasy, and Ian was enjoying every passion-packed second of it.
He plowed her carefully, warming her up, feeling her gradually respond like a thoroughbred mare being raced for the first time. Her shapely pelvis lifted higher with each of his plunges, and her tight little sex hole loosened up more with each of his carefully aimed entrances. Soon he was slathered with juice and, even though he had his dick only halfway in her, she was writhing under him in a delirium of arousal. Part of him enjoyed the sensations her sweet virgin cunt gave him. And part of him enjoyed the sight of her giving it for the first time.
"Ah baby, sweet baby," he whispered to her, care- fully thrusting his weight forward with each drive so as to caress the sensitive trigger of her clit. The way she was shuddering under him, the little filly, he felt like the finish line wasn't far away. Her soft hands pawed at his back and shoulders, and her slender legs lifted instinctively, helping him to get deeper in.
Ian could still hear Jeanette moaning beside them, could still hear her breathless, passionate gasping, and he knew that he had only warmed her up with that first orgasm. By the time he had finished with Tina, she would be ready to take his cream, ready for him to sock it to her all the way. A glance out of the corner of his eye revealed that Jeanette was propped on one elbow, watching him screw her virgin cousin with an expression of insatiable lust Ughting up her gorgeous blue eyes.
"Nnnngggnhh!" Tina moaned, and he felt her passion rise to sudden new heights. She was in virginal pain, but her arousal was driving her over the edge, forcing her to thrust herself towards a climax no matter what. Ian felt the tight bud of her clit palpitating against him, felt the taut walls of her cunt beginning to spasm in uncontrollable ecstasy, and he slammed his gargantuan prick home in perfect rhythm with the demands of her desire.
"Nnnnh ... nnnhhhh ... aaauuugghhhhr Tina screamed, nearly strangled by the galvanic force of the explosion that rocked her.
The feeling of her climax bursting against his throbbing prick nearly sent him over the edge. Her cunt walls clutched and massaged him so delightfully that it was everything he could do to hang onto his load. But he did. He wanted to shoot it in Jeanette. Gritting his teeth to hold his balls together, he smiled to himself. He had come to deliver to Jeanette, and deliver he would! In only a few short minutes, if he guessed right.
Slowly, like waves ebbing after high tide, the spasms in Tina's cunt ceased, and he felt her muscles beginning to relax and release him. He wasted hardly a second. Lifting his weight from her collapsed body, he braced himself on his hands, pulled his rod from her still pulsating snatch and rolled over. Jeanette was lying close, on her side, facing away from him. The sight of her naked, vulnerable ass gleaming in the moonlight, undulating with unfulfilled desire, fired him to the breaking point.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh ...!" she gasped, feeling him coming at her and knowing what he would do. She wanted him again, wanted him so much that she had forgotten everything but that.
He took his stiff dick in his fingers and placed it at her opening from behind. She was hot as a furnace, and soaking wet.
"Do it," she screamed harshly. "Fuck me, oh God please, fuck meee!" Her words were half muffled by the soft bed of dry leaves in which her face was buried, but the meaning was clear. The lady was hot beyond control. Ian brought his hand down firmly in a sharp smack across her shapely ass. Around his handsome mouth played a satisfied smile. He liked his women randy, and he liked his women brave. He had to admit that Jeanette was both, because she had taken a lot of chances in letting this happen tonight.
"Kneel up!" he commanded. "Come on, give me that sweet ass, hard and high, right where I can get at it!"
She rocked back on her knees then, moaning softly, offering her succulent cunt hole to him to violate. It lay like a glistening red flower, nestled between the white globes of her swaying buttocks. Just the sight of it fired him to explosion level. It was an added charge that Tina was watching the whole thing, Tina, whose virginity he had just claimed, whose cunt he had just taught to know the feel of a plowing cock.
He guided his swollen prick to Jeanette's hole and shoved forward without a minute's hesitation. The way her passage grabbed at him, parting as easily as butter sliced by a hot knife, he knew that she would come fast
"Ohhhhhhhhl" she screamed, and shoved back to meet him.
Ian thought of nothing then but the delicious sensations that filled his cock, the rising fire in his veins, and the pulsating tattoo of rhythmic fucking, the pace with which he drove his weapon home into her defenseless depths. She was as open and willing inside as he could possibly have wanted. The downward angle of her canal let him get further into her than he had when she was on her back, and he felt as if he would drive his gigantic erection right through the top of her head.
"Uuuhhnnnhh, ahhhnnnhhhh," she cried out in low wailing moans, taking each forceful blow of his pelvis with a shudder of ecstasy. Her luscious tits were hanging down beneath her, jiggling enticingly, and Ian slid his hands under her and grabbed at them. The big rosy nipples poked into his palms, filling him with lewd excitement and he squeezed the ripe boob flesh until she screamed.
"Ah, baby, I love your sweet ass," he murmured hypnotically, loving the way she was going completely out of control for him, throwing her cunt at him in a frenzy of desire. The air was filled with her strangled cries, and with the wet smacking noises of his belly connecting with her ass, of his rod sphering her hole. Off to the side Tina lay huddled, watching, whimpering softly.
"Soon, baby, soon ..." Ian murmured through gritted teeth as he felt a sweet heat Kghtning swell and spread from his groin through his whole body. His cock trembled on the edge of explosion, savoring the last exquisite sensations before the fireworks. "Come on, do it for me, do it for me," he urged, trying to shove her over the precipice into orgasm.
"Ahh ... ahhh ... NOW!" he yeUed, and a jolt of cream shot from his prick and drenched her insides, filling him with a pleasure so intense that it threatened to take the top of his head off.
"Ohh, ohhhh my God!" she moaned, and he felt her cunt give shudder after deep shudder against his cock as her climax welled up and burst inside her. He kept pumping it into her, squeezing every last drop of ecstasy from the moment. His hands closed around her tits like steel, and his balls banged hard against her dripping, velvety ass cheeks. He rode it to the end and, when he was satisfied, pulled his prick from her soaking hole and stood up.
Quietly, coolly, without a word, he began to dress. His urge for pleasure had been fulfilled, and now it was time to get back to the business. Jeanette rolled over and watched him, a dazed and awed expression in her lovely eyes. Ian reached into his breast pocket extracted the little bag of diamonds, and tossed it to her. She caught it against her big, beautiful tits.
Then he picked up Jeanette's crumpled dress, shook out the packet of money, pocketed it smoothly and blew her a kiss. He smiled at Tina for a long moment, then turned on his heel and started out of the woods.
"Wait! Where are you going?" Jeanette called. "What?"
"Next, I mean. Where are you going next?"
It was about the longest conversation they had had in that encounter. Against his better judgement, he told her. "Nice."
She smiled. "Go to a bar called Le Bistro. Ask for a girl called Lisa," said Jeanette mysteriously. Her smile widened. "I've never had a man as fantastic as you in my life. You deserve to meet Lisa!"
"Thanks," Ian bowed suavely. "Au revoir." Then he turned swiftly and was gone.