Chapter 7
"It's dangerous," said Max morosely, staring out the window of the sumptuous hotel suite that he shared with Ian, a window that gave on the most expensive view of St. Tropez that money could buy.
"What's dangerous?" said Ian, only half listening. He was shaving, taking great care not to nick himself.
"As if you didn't know," Max responded with a wry smile, swinging around in his chair to face Ian. "That razor at your throat is thirty times as safe as that smashing red-head you tangled with last night. Not to mention that sinister character who stopped you at the door-"
"Yeah, who is he?" Ian cut in. "Did you find out?"
"Nope. I went home with Sandra, the barmaid I told you about, and used every ounce of my super-stud charm to pry it out of her, but no go. All she would tell me was his name." Max waved his hands in the air in a gesture of exasperation. "These women we've been running into lately are about as close-mouthed a bunch of broads as I've ever encountered. Take it from me, old friend, when a woman won't talk, she's up to something evil."
"You may have something there," said Ian coolly, dabbing at his handsome jaw with expensive French after-shave. "Sherri wouldn't spill a thing either. So what's his name?"
"Johnny di Luca. He's Italian, seems to have a lot of money, travels in society circles, and if you ask me he smells to high heaven. He's a con."
"Takes one to know one," Ian smirked.
"You're right," Max laughed appreciatively. "Which means Tm probably not wrong."
"Probably. We'd better keep a close eye on him. As a matter of fact," Ian went on, carefully knotting his fine silk tie, "I have come to the conclusion that this is it!"
"That what is what?" said Max vaguely, for his thoughts had drifted for the thousandth time that day back to the memory of Sandra's sumptuous and available nakedness the night before.
"That this is the point at which they intend to show their hand, whoever 'they' are. Whoever it is trying to blow the whistle on our operation. Think it over. It makes sense that they should wait until the big haul comes along, the super payoff, so that they can catch us in the real chips. They know about the emeralds, they've known all the way. My only question is whether it's the fuzz on our tail-commonly known in this charming country as the gendarmes-ox whether it's our underworld competition."
"If Johnny di Luca is any kind of a clue," Max sighed, "Td say it's the latter."
"Right again," said Ian, shrugging into his expensively cut jacket and coolly appraising the finished product in the mirror. "For a Texan Max, you display an amazing amount of horse sense."
"It's all this horsin' around that does it," Max grinned broadly. "Keeps me in shape." Then he grew more sober. "Okay, now listen podner, if we've really got trouble on our tail, I think we ought to cook up a little scheme for getting out of it Like, for example, grab the loot and run."
"I've thought of that" said Ian quite seriously, even though he knew Max had been half joking. "But it's out, for two reasons. One is that our contact to pick up the emeralds isn't due until tomorrow night, and any attempt to speed that up would look suspicious. And two is that the surest way to get caught is to run."
"Okay. So?"
"So today you take care of our on the level deals with the upstanding merchants of this town, and I go and visit Sherri again and see if I can find out something more." He kept his face straight but his steel blue eyes were twinkling.
"This arrangement" said Max in mock seriousness, "sounds painfully familiar to me."
"No, listen Max," said Ian, really in earnest this time, "I found out that Sherri has a fifteen year old sister that she supports, and if I can catch the girl alone, she's bound to know something. She's probably pretty innocent and maybe I can get her to open up."
"Yeah. Her mouth or her legs?"
"Both," Ian winked. "If I'm lucky." Then he turned smartly on his heel and strode purposefully out the door.
"Lucky!" Max snorted to himself in amusement "That guy must have used the Blarney Stone for a teething ring!"
As Ian eased the sleek Porsche through the tourist clogged streets of St Tropez, he reminded himself that he seriously did intend to stick to business this time around. He was getting a little hungup on Sherri and he knew it. And he didn't like it. Some kind of cloud was over her life, she was in some sort of trouble, but what he couldn't be sure. That it had to do with Johnny di Luca, he was almost certain. He wanted to help her. But to do that he might have to stick his own neck out past the point of safety.
When he arrived at the chic little house that Sherri shared with her sister, he was disappointed to find his knock unanswered. With a shrug he turned to go, and then suddenly was drawn up short by a pair of enormous hazel eyes fringed with the longest lashes he had ever seen, staring straight at him. They belonged to the most lusciously ripe young female he could have wished for, and the richly shining crown of her strawberry blond hair told him in a flash who she was. There was something in her look that made his blood warm up considerably. Her stare was guarded and cautious, but blatantly sexual, the kind of stare only a young innocent can give. She ran her eyes over him and took everything in. Everything.
"You must be Jan," Ian smiled suavely.
"Yes," she said, returning his gaze steadily. Her delicate pink tongue flickered out and wetted her full lips in an unconscious gesture of invitation. "You're Ian."
"How did you know?"
"You were here last night. Sherri told me. She likes you."
This candor was not quite what Ian had expected. He picked up on it fast, taking his advantage while he had it. "Ah, then does that mean I'm welcome to come in?" he asked smoothly.
She nodded and brushed past him to open the door. "Sherri won't be back for hours, but I'll fix you a drink. It's a little hot today."
And getting hotter every minute, thought Ian, as one of her full, nubile breasts brushed his arm in passing. She had just come from the beach and was clad only in a skimpy green bikini that just barely covered her charms. Little droplets of water still glis-tened on her honey colored skin from her swim. Ian resisted an impulse to start licking them off then and there.
As she sat and chatted with him over drinks, Ian found her a beguiling combination of frightened innocence and worldly awareness. Her gorgeous pale red hair tumbled enticingly over perfectly molded nearly naked shoulders, and her big boobs pushed eagerly out the top of her bikini bra, swelling deliciously. Ian could just see the outline of her little cherry nipples under the thin fabric, and he found his eyes straying there uncontrollably. Then he let his glance travel down to where her long slender legs met, and he feasted on the sight of her creamy, lightly tanned thighs, still sparkling slightly with moisture.
"You know," he said coolly, "you're a very attractive young woman." To his astonishment, her eyes faltered, and then she blushed. He laughed gently, the persuasion already creeping into his tone in spite of his original good intentions. "Don't say that no man has ever told you that before," he teased.
"Only one," she replied in a tight little voice, "and I could have done without a compliment like that But then, he's the only man I ever see. Sherri keeps me locked up like there's a price on my head. Frankly, I think I'm in more danger from that creep..."
"Who, what creep?" said Ian, trying to sound unconcerned, but knowing he'd hit pay dirt.
"Johnny," she sighed disgustedly. "1 don't suppose you've met him."
"Yeah, once. Can't say it was a pleasure. What's the story there?" Ian asked, as casually as possible.
Jan shrugged. "No one ever tells me anything around here," she smiled wryly. "If I ever get over being fifteen, I'm getting out of here, someplace where everything's not such a mystery. AH I know is, Sherri works for that goon."
"Really?" Ian raised one suave eyebrow. "Doing what?"
"I don't know. But ... but I'm worried about it."
Her voice became softly earnest, and she leaned very close to him on the couch, almost as if for protection. "She's always out at night, and she won't tell me anything, and when she gets phone calls here she's angry about it. She tells them to call her at the bar" "Chez Renard?" Ian asked.
Jan nodded. "Ian," she went on softly, "I'm afraid of Johnny. He's got some power over Sherri that's no good. I ... I don't know you very well, but Sherri likes you a lot, and ... well, do you think you could help?"
Ian's eyes met Jan's melting hazel ones in a long look, and he felt himself weakening inside. He might be able to kill two birds with one stone, help them and help himself. On the other hand, he might be risking his whole operation for a moment of personal involvement. It all depended on how deeply Sherri was involved. Maybe-just maybe-the beautiful creature was innocent and being used without her knowledge, a front for Johnny's dirt.
"Do you know," he said expansively, as if it were a joke, "I've been wondering the same thing myself. I think perhaps," he added, taking her soft face between his hands, "I might be persuaded."
"Persuaded?" asked Jan breathlessly. Her whole body had gone tense with fear and anticipation, and her luscious wide eyes were fixed on him in apprehension.
Ian let the moment stretch out interminably, holding her captive by the head like that, seducing her with his steely blue gaze. He knew perfectly well that she had been after him from the first moment, and now he was calling her on it No woman, however virgin, looked at Ian Lloyd that way and got away without a screwing. She'd have to learn sometime, and he might as well teach her.
"Just a few more questions, and then we'll get down to what you asked me in for," he said coldly.
"What I... why, I just offered you a drink..."
His cool, twisted smile stopped her short. "Don't play with me," he said calmly and not unkindly. "You know you want it. Well, now you're going to get it. And like it. Only first tell me this. Where does he live?"
"Johnny? I don't know. Honestly."
"Does he give Sherri money?"
"Yes, lots. And presents, mostly jewels."
"Jewels," said Ian coolly, "how interesting. And the people who call her here. Who are they?"
"I don't know," Jan answered breathlessly. "They're always men, and it seems never the same man twice."
Ian thought a moment. It all seemed as clear as crystal, the pieces fit together as neatly as a well-set brooch. This was it the end of the line, and Sherri was the tender trap that was intended to catch him. He was certain now that he had gotten out of Jan all she knew. Nothing remained to be done but to satisfy the throbbing ache she had skillfully awakened in his groin.
"Thank you," he said suavely, and then yanked her head forward and pressed her lips in a violent kiss that was so sudden that it made her gasp for breath. He held her imprisoned until he felt her give in, and then he released her just as suddenly. She was almost choking.
"You know, I didn't ... I didn't mean ..." she struggled, aU her bravado gone now under his onslaught.
"Oh yes you did," Ian replied coolly. "You meant it and now you're going to prove it." He reached behind her and, with a deft flick of his fingers, untied the slender straps that held her bra in place. It fell away instantly, leaving her luscious young boobs stark xvaked. They stuck straight out at him and he saw with amusement that the nipples were tight as rocks with arousal
She lowered her eyes with embarrassment, and patches of red color welled up on her cheeks. He stared at her nakedness blatantly, and she was aware of it. His stare made her nipples pucker even tighter, until they almost begged for his hot, sucking mouth. She was proud of her titties, and her whole body was aching with desire. But the way she sat there so still, blushing, told Ian that she had never been naked with a man before.
"Take off the bottom," he said coldly. "I want to look at your pussy."
She gasped and shivered, and the rising flush of color in her face told him that his words had not frightened her, but had inflamed her desire more. Red with shame, she peeled off the bikini pants, exposing a shining tangle of red gold hair at the junction of her smooth honey colored thighs. She dropped it on the floor and awaited further instructions. One glance at her heaving tits told him that she was panting with excitement and that his handling of her was exactly in tune with her need. Something in that first meeting of the eyes, back there on the doorstep, had told him that this brazen Httle morsel could be had, but she had to be taken hard or not at all Ian loved that. It was right up his aUey.
He stood up and walked to the center of the room, staring at her all the while. She crossed her slender arms over her tits protectively in shame. He was fuUy dressed, very clearly the aggressor, and she was naked and submissive, the slave. Ian had seen this in virgins before, and it inflamed him to his fuUest capacity.
There was nothing like a virgin who secretly wanted to be raped.
"Spread," he commanded. "Go on, open your legs."
Slowly, very slowly, she lay back against the couch and let her creamy thighs come apart until he could just see the soft pink slit, covered in curly red hair. Her thighs were trembling, and her long eyelashes fluttered against her soft cheeks in total submission. His cock was throbbing inside his pants as if it would burst, and with each pulse beat it thrust forward almost painfuUy, ripping at his fly. The fiery blush had risen to her hairline now, and she was a delectable picture of ripe femininity helplessly and shamefully in heat.
"Look at me," he commanded, "open your eyes and look at mel" She did, and he saw that her hazel orbs were glazed with desire, begging to be taken. "You re a virgin, aren't you?" he asked. She nodded fearfully and silently. "And you want me to do it to you, don't you?"
Jan just shivered and looked at him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Don't you," Ian prompted coldly.
"Y-y-yes ..." she admitted, dropping her eyes again instantly. Her luscious tits were flopping and rolling now from her heaving breath. She was becoming unbearably hot from the merciless psychological working over he was giving her. Little droplets of sweat had broken out on her smooth forehead, and she was tossing slightly from side to side, squirming in the heat of her need. Ian saw how Httle curly tendrils of her lovely hair were drifting forward on her brow and across her velvety cheeks, giving her the appearance of an impish angel, making her look even younger than she was. His mouth watered.
"Let me see it," he commanded, "open it for me. Go on, put your hands down there and spread it wide so Icon see everything."
She did as he asked, her hands shaking slightly, her face a mask of growing sensuality. Her slender young fingers traced a halting path down the soft curve of her belly, then darted into the crevice and grasped at the fleshy pussy lips, pulling them apart. Ian feasted his eyes on the flower of her virgin cunt, swollen and pink and delectable, and glistening shamelessly with sex juice.
"Ohh!" she gasped involuntarily as the touch of her own hands stimulated her erotic nerves. Ian saw little goose bumps rise all over the velvet golden flesh, and he smiled coolly and began to open his fly. His steel blue eyes were fixed on hers as he slowly and tanta-lizingly brought his magnificent prick into view, then stripped rapidly naked.
His erection burst free like a missile from a launching site, the snubbed head glistening with lubricating fluid, the pulse of his excitement pounding in it visibly. She drew in her breath sharply when she saw it, and an expression that was half fear and half worship passed over her delicate young face. Involuntarily her pink tongue licked out in the tell-tale gesture of wetting her lips, and Ian could almost feel already how good that tongue would be on his rod. He advanced toward her, tantalizing her and threatening her at the same time with his male weapon.
He bent down to her and ran his strong hands over the unbelievable softness of her firm young thighs, massaging the supple skin, letting his fingers play over the sensitive erotic nerves there. Then he took her hands from her wet slit and replaced them with his own, stroking her open pussy with a masterfully light touch, making her virgin body shudder instantly with spasms of unknown acstasy.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh.. she sighed, her feathery eyelashes fluttering and her soft, small hands reaching tentatively for him.
"You're beautiful, my sweet," Ian purred hypnotically. "Very, very beautiful ..." Her sex juice was slathering his fingertips now, and he could catch the aroma of it wafting up to him, as mouthwatering as some erotic fruit never before tasted. She was gazing at him now in undisguised adoration, allowing him to wander with his fingers all over her aching, throbbing slit
Then he deftly leaned forward, scooped her up in his arms, and slid her off the couch so that she suddenly found herself kneeling at his feet His enormous cock jutted out directly in front of her, and as he stood before her it dangled just inches from her moist young lips.
"Suck it" Ian said, his voice low and sexy, "take it in your mouth and play with it. I want your tongue on my meat..."
She was breathing in little shallow gasps, and was too stunned by it all to say anything. Ian took her shining head in his hands and forced her forward until bis tip nudged the pouty promise of her lips. Her delicate, moist breath sent chills up his spine and her hands made him tingle with anticipation as she grasped his thighs to steady herself. Then, like a frightened child, she darted out that lovely tongue and wiped up the first drops of his love juice, leaving his head wet and shining with her saliva.
"Mmmm," Ian sighed in pleasure, "yes, that's right that's good. Take me in baby ... all the way ..."
He urged forward with his hips, forcing her lips to part slightly. Then, with a shudder of excitement at what she was doing, she opened her mouth wide and let him slide into the alluring depths of her oral cave, nearly choking in her effort to take him all the way in. He was too big by far for a beginner, he knew, but that baby mouth of hers could give him an exquisite experience nevertheless. She experimentally twirled her tongue around his shaft inside, exploring and learning the taste and feel of his gargantuan organ, and becoming more breathlessly aroused each second.
Then she drew her soft cheeks together and sucked on him firmly, at the same time pulling back so that his cock slid slowly out of the taut channel and only the head rested in her orifice. Ian shuddered with pleasure as his sexual circuits began to open and flashes of electric charge travelled the length of his flesh. Her playful mouth was nuzzling and nibbling at his head now, her little kitten tongue darting here and there, exploring his hole at the tip, and finally dipping down under to caress the sensitive ridge of tissue just beneath.
"Yes ... yesss," he hissed, his voice filled with his erotic tension, "that's good, very good my lovely ..."
Meanwhile her hands had crept up to his crotch and began to explore there with growing delight. Her soft, feminine fingers traced a fluttering pattern over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, brushing shyly against his huge hanging balls, hot as fire and heavy with cream.
Ian smiled coolly, looking down and watching her learning what a man's dick was for, and what she could do about it, and it fired his senses intensely to see how turned on she was at having his cock in her mouth, and how absorbed she was becoming in trying to give him pleasure. Finally she overcame her shyness and wrapped her fingers around the huge bulge of his nuts, cradling them in her cool, satiny palms. Breathing heavily against his saliva slathered dick, Jan began to knead and massage the big dangling things so skillfully that Ian felt the erotic sensations from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
Hazily he thought to himself that she was going to turn into one hell of a cocksucker, especially if she had him around to give her material to practice on. But thoughts didn't last long, for the sensations were now taking over completely. His dick throbbed and tingled into the depths of his bowels, and his every nerve was alive with a hot, glowing fire of arousal. She worked her fingers back behind his nuts and began to put pressure on the root of his weapon, giving him swirls and ripples of pleasure that he could feel deep inside.
Then, beginning to really get the hang of it, she slid suddenly forward and gulped him deep again, struggling to swallow him into the churning depths of her passionate body, struggling to fill the emptiness she felt, the desire that drove her, with this hot, hard thing. She ringed him with tight lips, making a tunnel of Hquid velvet for him to plow through, at the same time jiggling his balls until he thought they would explode with ecstasy. He picked up the rhythm of his hips then, not letting her have so much play over his movements, controlling it more.
He felt her virgin throat opening to him more and more, and he pressed his advantage, driving as deep as he dared. On his forward thrust she relaxed her cheeks and throat, caressing him loosely and gently with the swansdown Hquid softness of her oral membranes, letting him slide back and down as far as she could stand it. When he pulled back with his pelvis, she closed immediately, sucking and squeezing for all she was worth, driving him nearly out of his head with ecstasy. Just as he reached the end of his backstroke, just as the tip of his weapon hovered against the ring of her lips, she drew him in hard, catching him slightly on the tender, vulnerable cap with her little pearly teeth.
"Aaauugghhh!" Ian exclaimed in delight and sur-perse. "Yes, more, do it harder!"
Her cheeks were dimpling in tautly with the effort, and her face was a study in ecstatic concentration. The delicate down where her brows knit together gleamed softly with sweat, making her look younger and more innocent even than she was. As her head movements increased, her luscious naked boobs began to swing back and forth, banging against his legs and caressing him with their ripeness. He felt the nipples poking against his skin, rock-hard from the friction, and his groin flared in a searing burst of sensuality.
"Harder, harder, do it faster," he hissed out, his eyes riveted lewdly on the sculptured virgin nakedness of her at his feet. The curve of her shapely spine was a single graceful slope down to her ass crack, and he let his eyes linger lovingly and lustfully on that darkly suggestive crevice that led to her treasure from behind.
Her head began to bob up and down like mad, her breath coming hard and fast against his burning balls, her mouth working as if she wanted to pull out his tool by the root and devour it. He closed his eyes and savored the hot virgin membranes swirling over and around his pulsating cock with an almost insane hunger. Then she got her hands up on his rod, the part she couldn't quite take in with her mouth, and began to jack him off with everything she had. As he pulled back, letting his prick slide from its wet berth, she covered his enormous shaft with her delicate fingers and squeezed, setting explosive charges shooting off msidehim.
"Ah, God yesF' he exclaimed.
This was it, he knew. She was going to get him off in her mouth, and he relished the thought, and the knowledge that he would fee the first man to spill seed into her lovely throat Faster and faster her fingers flew on his gigantic, swollen prick, slippery and dripping now with her saliva. He felt his explosion gathering in his balls, felt his muscles tightening in the anticipation of that exquisite pleasure.
'1 want you to swallow it" he commanded her quietly, "swallow it all"
She gasped and nodded at his words, and he saw the tension build in her sinuous, sensuous flesh as she poured on her full effort to make him come. Suddenly his gigantic prick was jerking in her mouth and against her fingers as if it were a live thing with a mind of its own, and she felt the first salty tasting jet of hot male fluid spurt onto her tongue.
"Mmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmT she whimpered, as the stream grew into a river, pouring down her throat and threatening to choke her. She struggled to keep up with him, but her baby mouth and her inexperience were no match for him. The scum dribbled from the corners of her delicate hps and ran down the virginal velvet of her chin and throat
"Ahhh, ahhhh!" Ian exclaimed coolly as the deep waves of orgasmic pleasure released inside him like a key turned in a lock. He gripped her lovely head tightly in his hands, forcing her to keep at it to take it all, jamming her face again and again into his steaming crotch until the last spasms of ecstasy had died in his groin.
Then he pulled out of her mouth and stood back to look at her, his giant prick dripping and glistening and still half erect. Her soft pink hps were wet with filmy white scum, and her slender throat was shining with dribbles of it
"Lick it up," Ian said softly. "Lick it clear."
He watched as her little cat's tongue lashed out and cleaned the circle of her mouth, and her graceful hands worked over her face and throat, getting it dry. "Now me," said Ian.
She leaned forward and began to stroke her tongue along the half drooping length of his prick, lapping up the leftovers like a child after the last drips of an ice cream cone. Her lickings were soft and gentle, teasing almost, and they made him feel fantastic. Just as he knew it would, his weapon began to grow again. By the time she had him clean, it was stiff again and bouncing up and down from the pressure of her tongue.
She stopped and stared at it in amazement, then sat back on her heels and looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a combination of fear and desire. She was throbbing down between her legs he knew, but the thought of being violated by his hugeness made a lump form in that delicate throat of hers, which had just been drenched and drowned in a fountain of his potent cream. He stared back at her for a long moment, saying nothing, letting the enormity of the experience sink in on her. Her deep blue eyes were wide as saucers, and her breathing was shallow and quick, like that of a forest animal cornered after a chase.
Finally Ian let his hard mouth twist into a half smile. He bent down, lifted her easily in his arms, and laid her on her back in the middle of the floor. Then he pulled her legs apart so that her gleaming snatch hole was fully exposed, totally defenseless. She struggled slightly, but it was useless, because his hands held her thighs pinned open with effortless strength.
"Don't be afraid," he said in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Ahhnnhh ..." she gasped, half scared to death, and half wanting it more than anything else in the world.
Kneeling between her outspread thighs, Ian reached forward and began to stroke her distended pussy lips with one finger. He could see everything, every glistening inch of the unviolated beauty of her fifteen year old cunt. The minute he touched her, he knew she was dying for it. She was soaking wet, even on the outer hps, even down on her inner thighs. He slid his finger into her slit and along her pussy grooves, watching her face carefully.
"Aauugghhh!" she cried out, her whole body doubling up in shamed ecstasy at that first brazen touch of a man's hand on her private parts. Her face crumpled into a naked grimace of pleasure, and Ian's cock jerked with excitement just at the sight of it. He had touched her down there before she sucked him off, but not like this, not so that it stripped her soul naked and reduced her to a feeling of helpless slavery and need.
Ian slid his way up to her clit then, and the minute he touched it she nearly went mad. Her hips bucked up off the floor, and she jammed her love bud against his finger as if he were torturing her.
"Oh, oh God," she panted, "I can't stand it! Do it to me! Oh please, please, I want you to do it to me!"
Ian smiled coolly then, raised both her knees to a bent position to open her hole wider, then took his huge tool in his fingers and fitted it against the tight, quivering ring of her vaginal mouth. He never took his eyes off her face, loving the look of a virgin being violated for the first time, loving the way it made his blood sing with power. Just the sight of her flushed face filled with raw, naked emotion had brought his load near to the bursting point. This ride would be a quick one, he knew.
He forced an entrance with his huge head, and felt her wince with pain. He gave her half a second to catch her breath, and then began the relentless drive to .open her up, to get in. As he stroked forward in long, smooth thrusts he felt his balls swaying, heavy with his next hot shoot, and it felt fantastic to him. Finally he felt her give, he hit a slick, wet spot in her tunnel, and he shoved home as hard as he could.
"Aaaahhhhhr she screamed, and threw her arms around him, digging long, sharp fingernails into the sinews of his back. She shuddered with pain, but the condition of her vaginal passage told him it was full speed ahead. She wouldn't be able to walk for a few days, but she'd love it while it lasted.
He pounded forward then, closing his eyes and concentrating on the flaming sensations of pleasure her tight virgin pussy was giving his dick. She was like heaven to him, her vagina clutching his prick as if to strangle it, squeeze it dry, wring it out She was so stunned at the feeling of having him fill her that she could hardly move. She just lay tautly, quivering-ry still and let him fuck her. It was perfect for he could take his pleasure as he wished and at his ease.
Bracing his weight on his hands, he bent his head to her titties and began to suckle them, loving the way the scent of her perfume mixed with the undisguised odor of her female ripeness. At the same time, there was the sweet fresh scent of her youngness, the exciting smell of seawater and sun. He sucked and chewed on her nipples until they were raw, glaring red, and tight as pebbles with arousal. He buried his face and lips and teeth in the lush fullness of her virgin boob flesh, making the velvet honeycolored mounds flop wildly from side to side .
Then he moved up and covered her body with his, gnawed on her neck, licked at her throat and cheeks, tasting his own scum that had dried there. His tongue was an erotic machine, darting everywhere, catching every erotic nerve, making her crazed with the sudden flood of unendurable sensation. Their mouths met and twined in a voracious kiss of passion, and his teeth caught the sensuous fullness of her lower hp and bit almost until they drew blood.
"Ahh, ohhh, oh God, yesss ..." she gasped as he released her mouth. But she had only a split second to catch her breath.
His hands slid under her to her ass cheeks, clutching and grabbing, and at the same time his mouth fastened on her ear, licking, sucking, stroking, nibbling, tantalizing her beyond endurance. He pulled her virgin ass moons open wide, teasing her puckered anal hole with his fingertips, driving harder than ever with his prick into her steaming female canal. He felt his balls banging like crazy on the moist honey velvet of her thighs, felt the soft reddish down of her pussy fur caressing his crotch deliciously.
She was starting to shudder and tremble uncontrollably now, from deep inside, like a volcano getting ready to erupt He felt her climax coming, knew it was coming, long before she did. He released his restraints, let the flood gates open, let the cream begin to flow down the chute, knowing he would hit blastoff at exactly the same time as she did. Suddenly he felt her go frozen tight and dead still under him, catch her breath as if she'd been socked in the solar plexus. He knew she had just gone over the edge of her first vaginal orgasm.
He let his load go, a long, hot shot of volcanic ecstasy.
"Aaaauugghhhhh, ahhh, ahhhhl" she screamed, and he felt every muscle and nerve in her body quiver with sensation, with bone-breaking pleasure, felt her hole clutch at him as if it would never let go. She dissolved against him then, begging him to swallow her up, devour her, take her totally and completely.
"Ahhh," Ian sighed with satisfaction as he felt the last drop of his cream go jolting home towards her womb. He lay still for several minutes, feeling his rod losing its tumescence, beginning to droop in her canal and ease its way back out. Carefully, surreptitiously he glanced at his watch. He'd love to stay for seconds, but it was late. He and Max had business to conclude and it had to be tonight. And it had to be over with in time for another sweet fling with Sherri before the showdown, whatever that would turn out to be.
Ian engineered the next few minutes with his customary finesse and grace. He managed to get himself dressed and Jan wrapped in her big beach towel, and get himself all the way to the door without Jan feeling hurt or tearful for a moment. It was lucky for him that he had such a sense of timing.
At the door Jan said softly, "Ian, I ... well, I don't know how to say it. I ... I need you. I think I'm in love with you." He gave her his strong, steel blue silence for an answer. "Ian," she went on, "please stay with me. Please, please stay with me."
Ian pondered his rejoinder to this, realizing that he was in hotter water than usual. He couldn't help caring about both Sherri and Jan, and yet he knew that Sherri was out for his neck on a bloodletting level, and common sense told him not to exclude Jan from that possibility. Just because she was a virgin (until an hour ago) didn't mean she wasn't in cahoots. For lack of something to say or do, he opened the door.
And found himself face to face with Johnny di Luca.
"Well, well," Ian joked, "don't bother to knock." "So," said Johnny with a slight bow. "We meet again." His evil black eyes flicked quickly from Ian to the succulent nakedness of Jan, just barely covered by the beach towel, and Ian hastened to prevent him from drawing conclusions.
"I just came by to ask Sherri out to dinner tonight," he said suavely, "but I find she isn't home."
"Yes," Jan cut in quickly, sensing the danger, yet not knowing what it was, "I had just come back from the beach, and Mr.... Mr. whatever his name is ... caught me in my towel..."
There was a long, tense silence.
Finally Johnny chose to address himself to Jan. "When that sister of yours comes home, tell her I want to talk to her. On the double." Then he turned to Ian. "As for you, mister, you'd better start playing it cool. Very cool. Or you might end up very cold. You're a visitor, you know. In a strange town." Then he turned abruptly on his heel, took the steps at a run, jumped into his Fiat and roared off.
"Yes," Ian murmured, watching his dust. "A very strange town." He turned to Jan and caught her face gently in his hands. "Listen baby," he said, 'I've gotta go, but Til be back. Lock yourself in."
Then he jumped into the Porsche, gunned it, and disappeared.