IL-132  Horny & Eager
[aka 'A Beauty For Brutes']
(Leon Coleman)


INTRODUCTION 

"What with international and civil wars, the increasing use of torture, 
rising violence in the cities and the threat of nuclear war, no explanation 
is needed for the lively current theoretical interest in the problem of 
human violence and aggression. In fact, if there is a question it is why it 
took such a long time for aggression to be recognized as a major 
psychological problem." 

The words are those of Erich Fromm, one of the most prominent psychoanalysts 
of our time and a worthy successor to Freud himself, writing in The New York 
Times Magazine for February 27, 1972. Born in Frankfurt, Germany, Fromm 
studied sociology and psychology at the Universities of Heidelberg, 
Frankfurt and Munich and received his Ph.D. from Heidelberg in 1922. He is 
now a United States citizen and has devoted himself to consultant psychology 
and theoretical investigation. Of his many books, The Art of Loving is 
probably his most famous. In it, he considered the entire general subject of 
love and came to the conclusion that although the "principle underlying 
capitalistic society and the principle of love are incompatible... Love is 
the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence." 
Thomas Harvey Gill has said that Fromm "has brilliantly performed a 
difficult and important task. For to translate psychiatric concepts into 
language intelligible to a lay audience while preserving scientific 
integrity is a job whose difficulty becomes apparent only to those who 
attempt it. Dr. Fromm has done this admirably." 

If anyone can be said to be an expert on love, then, Erich Fromm is that 
man. But is aggression merely the opposite of love? This is what Fromm is 
discussing in the article we have quoted, using as his take-off point the 
writings of Konrad Lorenz, the eminent student of animal behavior. He goes 
on: "Freud alone, in the early nineteen-twenties, became so impressed with 
the crucial tole of human aggression (perhaps as a consequence of the first 
World War) that he undertook a radical revision of his whole theory. He 
substituted for the polarity of the two governing passions-sexuality and 
self-preservation-a new polarity: the life instinct (eros, including 
sexuality) and the death instinct, the drive for destruction of oneself or 
of others. The change failed to impress the public, and instead, Freud's 
increasing popularity was largely based on his theory of sex; in the period 
of conspicuous consumption, sexual consumption, too, became respectable." 

After considerable discussion of what aggression is and what source it 
springs from, Fromm separates the most aggression-prone personality types 
found in our society into three distinct classifications. The sadistic he 
says, is represented by Heinrich Himmler, the necrophiliac by Adolf Hitler 
himself, and the chronically bored by the followers of Charles Manson. 
"Perhaps," he goes on "the most important source of aggression and 
destructiveness today is to be found in the 'bored' character. Boredom, in 
this sense, is not due to external circumstances such as the absence of any 
stimulation, as in the experiments in sensory deprivation or in an isolation 
cell in prison. It is a subjective factor within the person, the inability 
to respond to things and people around him with real interest. 

"In most respects, the bored character resembles those in chronic, neurotic 
depressed states. There is a lack of appetite for life, a lack of any deep 
interest in anything or anybody, a feeling of powerlessness and resignation; 
personal relations-including erotic and sexual ones-are thin and flat, and 
there is little joy or contentment. Yet, in contrast to the depressed, 
chronically bored persons do not tend to torture themselves by feelings of 
guilt or sin, they are not centered around their own unhappiness and 
suffering, and their facial expressions are very different from those of 
depressed persons. They have little incentive to do anything, to plan, and 
at most can experience thrill but no joy." 

The reader will do well to keep these words in mind when he meets David 
Farlane, one of the chief characters in A Beauty for Brutes, the novel by 
Frank Leonard that follows. You will meet him just as Samantha Carr, the 
book's young heroine, meets him, in what should be the pleasantest of 
surroundings and circumstances. He will not seem, at first, to exhibit any 
feelings of "powerlessness and resignation." In fact, he definitely appears 
to exert a strong power over young Samantha. However, as we got to know him 
better, we see how well he fits into the character-type classification Dr. 
Fromm has been discussing. 

Again, Farlane appears to be a more active type than a chronically bored 
individual would be in real life, but we must point out that his personality 
has been drawn from real-life case histories. Also, on close analysis, it 
will be seen that he initiates many activities, but that once these 
activities have begun he can sit on the sideline and observe them without 
further effort. 

As to what these activities are... that is the material of Mr. Leonard's 
novel. It is a powerful work, both highly entertaining and deeply serious. 
Frank Leonard makes no attempt to point a moral, but the story can be taken 
as a clear warning: Watch out for the David Far-lanes of the world. They can 
be dangerous. 

 The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Samantha lay back in the bath, letting the perfumed foam gently surround 
her. She ran her hand luxuriantly over the black marble tiles that made up 
the wall. 

This is really the way to travel, she mused. 

The air-conditioner hummed busily, hard at work sucking up the excess 
moisture in the air, while the slow roll of the boat sent little waves 
rippling across the bath. When her father had told her, a month before, that 
the whole family was going for a three-week holiday to the fabled island of 
Capri in the Mediterranean, she'd had her doubts. Somehow a holiday with her 
mother and father hadn't sounded like much fun. 

Samantha smiled. She really needn't have worried: from the moment they 
boarded the luxury cruise-liner Eurapes at New York, she knew she was going 
to enjoy herself. Samantha came from a fairly wealthy family and was used to 
good living but here was luxury beyond her wildest dreams. The first-class 
suite she shared with her parents was palatial; great velvet drapes, for 
instance, and real silk sheets on the king-size beds. Then there was the 
thrill of sitting at the Captain's table for meals with all the officers 
competing for the honor of taking her into dinner every night, not to 
mention the fun she was having flirting with them all. 

Now, on this last evening before the ship docked in Naples, the crowning 
glory: the great fancy dress ball with the Captain himself partnering her. 

Samantha relaxed, letting the warmth penetrate deep into her body. She moved 
luxuriously, looking down at the way her breasts rose like twin mountains 
out of the foam-covered water. Slowly she brought up her hands and started 
massaging the nipples, feeling them grow taut and hard under her fingers. A 
thrill went through her body and she shivered slightly with subconscious 
excitement. Samantha had never been with a man. Somehow during her strict 
and supervised childhood she had been made aware that sex for sex's sake was 
dirty. Sex was only something that was tolerated as a prelude to a happy 
marriage and childbirth. All the same, the feel of her fingers on her lithe 
young body gave her little quivers of excitement. Almost at once she 
suppressed the thought as unworthy and let her hands sink gently under the 
perfumed water. 

"Hurry up, Sammy, it's getting late." Her mother's voice sounded from behind 
the door. 

"Alright, Mummy. Won't be a minute." 

Samantha slowly stretched and then stepped out of the bath. The deep pile 
rug felt soft beneath her feet and as she walked over to the mirror, the 
remainder at the foam tickled as it gently coursed down her body. She looked 
at herself appraisingly in the mirror, well pleased with what she saw. A 
tall girl, nearly five feet nine, with a mop of unruly red hair. She had 
long supple legs and breasts that were full and well developed, forming an 
almost perfect curve that was accentuated by the white strips where her 
bikini had prevented the sun from tanning them to the same color as the rest 
of her bronzed body. 

Although Samantha was only nineteen, her features were of the sort that made 
it difficult to tell her age, she could have been almost anything from 
seventeen to twenty-seven. 

She moved up closer to the mirror, tossing her hair back angrily when she 
saw that her nose was once again covered in freckles. 

Damn, she thought as she picked up a towel and started to dry herself. Why 
does the sun always break me out like this? 

Half an hour later, her minor irritation long forgotten, she was ready. Her 
parents had already gone on ahead, leaving her alone in the cabin. Not that 
Samantha minded, it would give her an excellent opportunity to make a star 
entrance. She had decided to go to the fancy-dress ball as Snow White, 
mainly as it saved her the trouble of having to make a costume. Snow White 
was supposed to have had black hair but as Samantha was well aware of how 
stunning she looked, she didn't suppose that anyone would mind. The flowing 
white evening gown that she was wearing accentuated her height and gave her 
an almost regal air. As she fixed the little golden mask in place and gave 
her hair a last admonishing tap, she could almost imagine herself a queen. 

It's funny, she thought, but sex is more and more on my mind of late. She 
tried to stop herself thinking about it, constantly reminding herself that 
such ideas were ugly and disgusting, but nevertheless the thoughts kept 
returning to the back of her mind. She'd heard one or two of her friends at 
school talk how much it hurt the first time and this had enforced her 
resolve not to give herself to anyone until she was married. All the same, 
since the cruise began she had caught herself looking at some of the younger 
passengers with a more than appraising eyes. 

There were times when she really wanted to find out what making love, or 
fucking as she had heard it vulgarly called, was really like. Once one of 
the ship's officers had caught her eye and she'd felt funny little tingles 
running up and down her spine. 

Now, with the romantic island of Capri so close, she wondered what the 
holiday was going to bring. 

Stepping out into the corridor, she was almost bowled over by a group of 
children who came pelting round the corner, followed by a panting old lady 
who was calling to them to stop. Samantha stepped back out of danger and 
smiled at the old lady as she rushed by, then continued on towards the boat 
deck. 

It was one of those nights for which the Mediterranean is justly famous. A 
clear starry sky with warm breezes floating gently across the water. 
Samantha leant over the rail for a while, watching the twinkling lights of 
the Italian coastline and listening to the soft hiss of the water as it 
curled away from the side of the boat. 

She was beginning to think that it was about time she went down to the dance 
when she heard a loud snort behind her and turning, found herself looking 
straight into the eyes of a large donkey's head, supported on top of an 
obviously human body. 

"Beauty and the beast," said a familiar voice. "We must get together later." 
Then, before she had a chance to reply, the donkey was running off down the 
deck, braying loudly. 

Smothering a smile, Samantha moved away from the rail, heading towards the 
ballroom on the lower deck. She couldn't have timed her entrance better. She 
came in through the door just as the orchestra finished a number. Dancers 
were standing around in little huddles and all eyes turned to her as the 
Captain came across the floor to greet her. 

"My dear Miss Carr," he said graciously. "Even in a mask I'd recognize that 
red hair anywhere." In a very old-fashioned gesture he kissed her hand and 
signaled the waiter to bring her a drink. Samantha laughed, enchanted with 
such courtesy and accepted a glass of champagne. 

Everything about the evening seemed to be increasing her feeling of romance 
and fantasy. The ballroom was decorated to look like an immense tropical 
garden, flowers and ferns covering the walls and ceilings while great 
crystal chandeliers flashed and sparkled their jeweled light over the 
gaily-dressed throng. 

Couples moved around her in strange costumes and several people waved, 
although with their masks Samantha was unable to tell who they were. Briefly 
she wondered about the man wearing the donkey's head. His voice had been so 
familiar, with a certain quality about it that made her go tense with 
excitement. 

The music started again and the Captain led her out in an old-fashioned 
waltz. She did her best but was relieved when the music changed and she was 
able to switch to something a little faster. After half an hour the Captain 
had had enough and willingly surrendered her to someone younger. 

"Having a good time?" asked a white-faced clown who was just recognizable as 
her father. 

"Yes thanks, Daddy," she just had time to answer before being swept off in 
the arms of a vulture, who later assured her that he was supposed to be a 
bird of paradise. 

The champagne flowed endlessly and by midnight she was more than a little 
drunk. Her current partner, an overstuffed version of Henry VIII, had gone 
off to fetch her another drink and she was standing to one side of the 
ballroom, watching the other dancers, when a familiar voice sounded behind 
her. 

"How about coming out on deck?" 

Samantha turned to see the donkey grinning at her from behind his mask. 
Before she had time to answer, he had taken her by the elbow and was 
steering her out onto the boat-deck. As they reached the rail he busied 
himself with a buckle around his neck and as Samantha watched, fascinated, 
he swore violently at the catch. Finally he managed to undo it and pulled 
off his head. 

"Christ, that's better," he said with a sigh of relief, tossing the donkey's 
head over the side. 

Now that he was exposed, Samantha recognized her escort as David Farlane, a 
young writer who had also been sitting at the Captain's table since the 
start of the voyage. Somehow right from the beginning David had both 
fascinated and repulsed her. There was something about him, the way he 
looked right through her, the way she felt that he was already mentally 
undressing her with his eyes. She shivered slightly and David leered at her, 
his eyes burning into hers like liquid fire. He reached over and pulled off 
her mask, tossing it over the side to follow the donkey's head. 

"That's better," he grinned. "Now I can see you properly." 

He squatted down on the deck, his back against the rail, and caught hold of 
her hand, pulling her down beside him. She tried to protest but his grip was 
too strong for her. In the dim light from the stars, his face took on an 
almost Satanic look, the dark beard contrasting strangely with the white of 
his skin. She tried to meet his gaze but finally had to drop her eyes before 
his piercing stare. For some reason she felt annoyed. She had always 
considered herself well capable of putting off the advances of the many 
young men who had tried to take her prized virginity, but with David she 
found herself totally out of her depth. 

Suddenly he jumped to his feet and pulled Samantha up after him. 

"Come on," he said. "Let's go explore the boat." 

He strode off down the deck and, feeling slightly foolish and not really 
knowing why she did it, she followed him, running slightly to catch up. 

It seemed to Samantha that they had been walking for miles, until finally he 
dragged her up a dirty ladder and out onto the fo'c'sle. Leaving her by the 
ladder, David walked across to the rail and leaned over. Samantha was 
furious. There was a large grease stain across her white evening gown and 
she felt that David was making a complete fool of her. Before she had a 
chance to say anything, however, he was talking again. 

"Do you see those lights over there?" he said. "That's Scalea, a beautiful 
little fishing village. There the men do nothing but fish and fuck." 

Samantha recoiled at the blatant use of such a terrible word and would have 
escaped if David hadn't pulled her over to join him. 

"Those smaller lights are the fishermen," he went on. 

He looked at her again, his eyes seeming to bore right into her soul. 

"Are you afraid of me?" he grinned suddenly. 

Samantha felt the blood rushing to her face but she managed to shake her 
head. 

"No, of course not. Why should I?" 

David laughed again. "I've been introduced to you as Samantha Carr, which is 
a perfectly terrible name. So I'm going to call you Fred. Also I intend to 
give you the best screwing you've ever had, but that can come later." 

Samantha pulled away then, her eyes flashing angrily. 

"Just who the hell do you think I am?" she snapped. "What makes you think 
I'd want to... go to bed with you?" 

David laughed and pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips hard against 
her mouth. Samantha struggled wildly, fighting down the feeling of terror 
that was engulfing her. His beard was prickly against her face and his 
tongue, forcing a passage between her clenched teeth, seemed to be delving 
deep into her throat. 

As suddenly as he'd started, David pulled away. 

"I thought so," he grinned. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" 

"None of your damn business," she tried to say but the words came out as a 
little squeak. 

"In which case it's high time you learned what a man can do." 

Desperately Samantha tried to get away but David caught hold of her dress 
and pulled her back. The flimsy material parted easily and she was standing 
before him in nothing but her slip. She screamed but David only grinned. 

"It's no use," he said. "No one's going to hear you up here. Save your 
strength." 

Everything was happening as if in a bad dream and, try as she might, 
Samantha was unable to break free. With a quick movement David pulled away 
her slip and as the silk tore down the middle, she felt the cool air on her 
naked breasts. It was the work of a moment for David to tear off her panties 
and then she was standing, completely nude, in front of the man who was 
obviously intending to rape her. 

Without letting her go, David shrugged off his pants and Samantha looked in 
horror at the huge penis that arched up towards her. 

"Go on," he growled, "Look at it, feel it. Just imagine what it's going to 
be like when that plunges into your pussy." 

Samantha was shivering, more with fear than cold. 

"Please," she whispered, "don't, I'll do anything, but don't make me do it." 

David laughed, a low sinister sound in the darkness. 

"By the time I've finished you'll be begging for it," he said. "Now you'd 
better get used to the idea. You know what people say; when rape is 
inevitable, lie back and enjoy it." 

He twisted her arm cruelly, forcing her down onto the deck. The steel plates 
were cold and rough under her and she winced in pain, twisting from side to 
side in a vain attempt to get free. David was lying beside her now and his 
hand was between her legs, probing and exploring into the virgin cunt. His 
fingers had found the hymen, stretched rigidly across her box and she 
writhed in pain as he increased the pressure. 

"You bastard, you bastard," she was moaning, trying to twist away from under 
him. His breath was hot and harsh against her cheek and she could feel the 
bulbous head of his enormous prick thrusting its way between her legs toward 
its intended target. 

"Please, it'll break me in half. You'll never get it in, I'll never be able 
to take it," she screamed. 

"Yes you will," he answered. "It'll hurt at first, but after that you'll 
love it." 

Harshly he pulled her legs apart and suddenly his hateful prick was at the 
entrance to her cunt, thrusting steadily at the lips until they gave way 
before the pressure. His mouth was clamped over hers, his teeth grating 
against her teeth. His tongue twined around hers and she felt her tongue 
being sucked back into his mouth. His prick was inside her now, although it 
had gone barely an inch before it was stopped by her hymen. The pain was 
excruciating and she thrashed from side to side, trying anything to escape 
the great throbbing prick that was going to impale her on its seven-inch 
spike. 

Her breasts were squashed against David's chest and her nipples burning in 
an agony of fear. Harder and harder the pulsing cock pressed into her and 
Samantha felt that she was being torn in half. Waves of agony pulsed through 
her body and her soundless screams were muffled by David's mouth. 

Suddenly, in a white flash of pure agony, the hymen gave way and he was 
inside her, right inside her, his balls pressed hard into the cleft of her 
buttocks. Samantha felt that every part of her insides filled to overflowing 
by this huge invader that had so ravished her. Sweat poured down her body 
and she knew that she would die with the pain as David withdrew and then 
thrust home again with a sure, steady stroke. 

Every part of her was pain. Her skin was scraped and chafed by the roughness 
of the deck while David's arms held her so tight that she felt her ribs were 
cracking. Then there was this foreign prick, deep in her no-longer virgin 
cunt, moving backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm as David began to 
fuck her. 

It was almost as if she were outside herself, watching this man screw 
another woman who was nothing to do with her. The thrusting prick was like a 
stake driven through her insides and, try as she might, she was unable to 
break free. 

And then the strangest thing happened. Although the pain was still there, it 
was as if it slowly receded, its place taken by a warm feeling of excitement 
that slowly spread through her whole body. Without thinking, she began to 
respond to David's strokes, subconsciously thrusting her body up to meet him 
every time his prick slammed home. Somehow she could no longer hate him, 
although she knew the hate would return as soon as she got away. But at the 
moment there was just this thrusting prick diving deeper and deeper into 
her. With every stroke her body relaxed a little more and made the passage 
easier. Her legs came around to encircle him, pulling him deeper into her 
and as he thrust away, his balls were punching into her buttocks with a 
soft, sticky slap. 

"OOOOOooooohhhhh!" she moaned, thrashing around more in ecstasy than agony. 
David's breath was coming faster and faster as he increased the rhythm of 
his pumping. 

I'm being fucked, she thought exultantly. After all this time, I'm actually 
being fucked. 

Even as the thought came to her she rejected it, realizing that this wasn't 
love; rather a man who was raping her. The pleasure that was beginning to 
seep through her body died and her muscles tightened, trying to reject the 
intruder. David must have felt the change for he slowed down the speed of 
his thrusts. 

"Don't try to fight it, baby," he growled. "You're going to enjoy it whether 
you like it or not." 

She tried to bring up her hands to push him off but they were trapped by his 
arms. As her muscles had tensed, so the pain had returned and now every 
stroke that he pumped into Samantha's unwilling body was a flash of 
lighting-like agony. 

She could feel the head of his prick thumping into the wall of her womb and 
the soft, squishy sound that it made was almost enough to make her throw up. 
David had increased the speed of his strokes once again and both bodies were 
jerking and bucking with the energy of his fucking. 

Samantha let herself go limp, trying not to fight it and the pain began to 
seep away again. She tried to imagine that she was with someone she liked, 
someone she could marry, hoping that such fantasies might make the whole 
ghastly act more bearable. 

As the thrusts increased in speed, Samantha somehow knew that the ordeal 
would soon be over. David's breath was rasping in his throat and she could 
feel his balls seem to expand against her crotch. With a last final thrust 
his prick buried itself balls-deep and he lay still, his body wracked with 
shudders as a load of hot, sticky liquid pumped deep into her. The pain had 
gone altogether but she felt numb, completely alienated from the act that he 
had forced on her. 

I wonder if I'll get pregnant, she thought irrationally, feeling the weight 
of David's body pressing her down into the deck. David slowly withdrew and 
his prick slipped out of her cunt with a soft plop. Immediately Samantha 
tried to get away from him but he still held her tightly in his arms, close 
against him. 

"Not so fast, little one," he murmured. "We're going to do it again and 
we're going to go on doing it until you start liking it." 

"No, please," Samantha begged. "Please let me go." 

David swiveled his body around until his prick was standing out almost 
directly in front of Samantha's face. Incredibly it was still hard and firm, 
its blood-engorged head pointing directly at her. The eye in the center was 
partly open and a few drops of his come still dribbled out, falling wetly on 
her stomach. 

"Look at it," he whispered. "Really look at it. That's a prick, Fred. Touch 
it, feel it." 

Slowly, fearing further violence, Samantha put out her hand and grasped the 
glistening shaft, starting nervously when it gave a little twitch between 
her fingers. The skin of David's shaft was moist and warm to her touch and, 
in spite of her feelings of revulsion, she couldn't help experiencing a 
light quiver of excitement as she felt how strong and powerful was the huge 
organ that a few moments before had been plunging deep inside her. 

"Now that's much better," David sighed. "You're learning fast." 

He moved again to bring the prick back between her thighs, positioning it so 
that it was supported in the hollow of flesh between her legs. 

"Say you want me to fuck you again," he said. 

"No, no! Let me go, please," Samantha pleaded. 

David's weight on her increased and his arms gripped her so tight that she 
found difficulty in breathing. 

"Beg me to fuck you. Go on, beg," he gritted between his teeth. 

Samantha struggled harder to get free, twisting and writhing beneath the 
heavy body that had her pinned helpless to the deck. 

"I said beg." 

"Please... please fuck me," she said finally. 

"Say it again, louder. Make me think you really mean it." 

"Please, please. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME." Her voice became louder and 
louder until she was finally shouting. 

"That's a lot better," David grinned. "Alright, if you really want it, 
you're going to get it." 

With a swift, hard thrust he speared his prick deep into her gaping cunt and 
Samantha stiffened convulsively as he hit bottom. Her vagina was already 
well lubricated from his orgasm and this time there was little or no pain. A 
little blood from her violated virginity welled out along the sides of his 
shaft. A slow feeling of pleasurable excitement started creeping through her 
body as David started his slow, powerful thrusts and her arms and legs went 
around his back to pull him into her. David felt that she was beginning to 
respond and brought up his hands to massage her breasts, feeling the nipples 
grow taut and firm against him. 

Samantha shivered in excitement, not caring to understand the wonderful 
feelings that were beginning to pulse through her body. David was leaving 
his prick deep in her and rotating his hips so that his balls and the bottom 
of his shaft were pressing hard against her clit. Suddenly, with a violence 
that surprised and amazed her, Samantha was responding to everything he did. 
Arching her back, she pulled him into her even more, feeling the head of his 
prick deep inside. Little mewls of pleasure escaped from her lips, only to 
be smothered by David's hot, demanding mouth. Now she was responding to him 
with all the instincts of her sex, fucking him as hard as he was fucking 
her. 

Great gasps of passion were wrung from both of them as the tempo of the 
fucking increased. Samantha felt herself being lost in a vortex of 
passionate sensation. It was as if a great fire were raging inside her, 
seeking desperately for a way to escape. Her tongue dove deep into the back 
of David's throat, rejoicing in his taste, his nearness, his sexual appeal. 
Both were covered in sweat but it was no longer important. Everything had 
ceased to exist except the gusts of pleasure and ecstasy that were hurtling 
through Samantha's body. She was unaware of the cold deck beneath her, 
unaware of how much she hated David. All she knew was that she was about to 
experience her first orgasm and it was wonderful. 

"AaaAAHHHhhh! GoooddDD," she moaned, "it's so gooodddDDDD." 

Desperately she bucked and jerked under him, deep in the grips of a passion 
that she could hardly believe existed. 

Faster and faster David fucked her, his prick pounding in and out like a 
well-greased piston. Faster and faster she pushed herself up to meet him, 
anticipating his every stroke so that their bodies met each time with a wet 
thwack. Her arms tightened around his back and she felt that she'd like to 
draw all of him into her, balls and all. David's fingers were biting into 
her back but she didn't care. She wrested her mouth away from David's and 
sank her teeth deep into the soft flesh of his shoulder, feeling him plunge 
into her with even greater brutality. 

God, but it was good. The fire inside her suddenly exploded out like a star 
gone nova and she screamed and yelled in the sheer heavenly joy of her first 
orgasm. A moment later David reached his climax and load after load of hot, 
steaming come pumped into her eagerly waiting cunt. Muscles she never even 
knew existed chomped and churned, milking his prick of every drop of juice 
that he could give her. As it splashed against the mouth of her womb, 
David's come felt like molten lava; that fed the fires of her own orgasm. 
Time ceased to have any meaning, nothing mattered except the ecstatic 
sensations that were swirling over her like a hundred ocean waves. 

Finally both were spent and they lay back in each other's arms, exhausted. 
For a while Samantha was content to remain still, all thoughts and fears 
cleansed from her mind by what had happened. 

"You're really quite a chick," David said eventually. 

It was his words that brought her back to reality. Suddenly she realized 
where she was and what had been done to her. A feeling of shame and disgust 
swept through her and she pulled abruptly away, managing to get from under 
David's body. Sobbing, she stood up, looking down at the hated man who had 
so misused her. 

David got to his feet to stand looking at her, a slight smile playing around 
the corners of his mouth. 

"You bastard, I hate you, I hate you," Samantha sobbed, hitting at him 
wildly with her fists. 

"Easy, Fred, easy." David held onto her. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy 
that." 

Samantha looked down at her dirt- and blood-stained body and burst into 
fresh tears. Hardly able to see, she broke free of her tormentor and found 
the remains of her clothes. The gown was badly ripped but she put it on 
anyway, praying that no one would see her before she had a chance to get 
back to her cabin to clean up. 

"How could you, you... beast," she cried, not daring to look at David's 
face. 

David's low chuckle sounded out of the darkness. 

"You loved it," he said, "and sooner or later you'll get round to admitting 
it. Don't worry, young Fred, I'll be seeing plenty more of you. I believe 
we're both bound for Capri." 

With a stifled sob she fled from her hateful attacker, blundering around 
until she found the ladder that led down to the passenger decks. Luckily the 
dance was still in full swing and she made it back to her cabin without 
being observed. 

Showered and cleaned, she began to feel a little better, but the feelings of 
disgust that had started soon after her orgasm came to her stronger than 
before. She felt unclean, violated, common. How could a man be so hateful, 
so cruel and unfeeling as to take such advantage of her. The evening that 
had started off so romantically had ended in sheer nightmare. 

As Samantha lay sobbing on her bed, her body still aching from the rape, 
David's hateful laugh seemed to ring in her ears. Whatever happened, she 
promised herself, she'd never let herself be put in such a position again. 
She was through with sex, once and for all. It was horrible, dirty. 

With shame still filling her mind, Samantha finally cried herself to sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO

 "Well, Sammy! Did you have a good time last night?" Samantha stared dully 
across the breakfast table at her parents and nodded, forcing a smile to her 
lips. She'd been asleep when they finally came in from the dance and she 
hadn't had to face them until morning. By the time the Italian sun shone in 
across her bunk, some of the horror and shame of the previous night had 
vanished. Somehow the glorious beauty of the Bay of Naples had made 
everything seem like a bad dream. 

Her parents had brought her out onto the boat deck to watch the docking and 
she had managed to almost forget about David. It was then that she saw him, 
leaning against the rail about twenty yards from them. He had smiled at her 
insolently and then come wandering over. Samantha could willingly have 
jumped overboard when he'd started talking to her father, telling him what 
fun they'd both had at the dance the previous night. 

She pressed herself against the rail, trying to ignore the hated voice that 
was chattering away so happily behind her. What made it so much worse was 
that, despite all her efforts, she found her body responding to the memory 
of what he had done to her the previous evening. 

"God, why don't you go away," she'd whispered desperately under her breath 
and at that moment, as if to mock her, she'd heard her father ask David to 
join them for breakfast. 

Now, as she played with her food, too nervous to even think of eating, she 
was miserably aware of David's eyes on her all the time, a Satanic smile 
playing around the corners of his mouth. 

"Isn't it nice?" her mother was saying, "David's going to be staying at the 
Quisisana as well. That means you two will be able to see ever so much of 
each other." 

"Christ! Mother," Samantha had almost screamed. Without looking at David, 
she pushed back her chair and ran out onto the deck, feeling the scalding 
tears that were forming behind her eyelids. Wasn't it enough that this 
horrible man had raped their daughter? Did they have to thrust him on her in 
Capri as well? 

The tears came freely now, pouring down her face in a steady stream as she 
clutched the rail. 

"Hey! Take it easy." The voice came from behind her and Samantha turned to 
find David grinning at her condition. 

"They sent me out to find out why you rushed off like that," he said. 

Desperately she tried to escape but his hands reached out, holding her 
wrists in a vise-like grip. Slowly he increased the pressure until she was 
forced to look up into his face, his eyes holding hers in an almost hypnotic 
stare. 

"Please," she nodded. "Can't you leave me alone?" 

Slowly he shook his head and for a brief moment an expression appeared in 
his eyes that she couldn't understand, an expression almost of compassion. 
Even as she saw it, it was gone-replaced by his almost perpetual smile. 

"You know, Fred," he smiled eventually. "I'm really doing this for your own 
good. There'll be a time when you'll thank me for last night." 

He was still holding tightly onto her wrists and now he drew her toward him. 
Samantha fought to break free but he was too strong for her and she felt the 
crushing pressure of his lips against hers, his breath harsh in her mouth. 
She could taste the salt spray on his lips and smell his maleness. In spite 
of her feelings of revulsion, she was suddenly aware with every fibre of his 
closeness, his sexual power. The hard bulge of his prick strained against 
her through the material of his pants and for a brief, unexpected moment her 
body sang with joy, remembering the cock's size and strength as it plunged 
deep inside her. 

David must have sensed the moment of surrender, because he let go her wrists 
and brought his arms around to enfold her, holding her tightly locked 
against his body. Samantha wasn't able to help herself. Her body responded 
where her mind refused. Her arms came around to hold him and her tongue 
found its way deep into his mouth, probing and exploring hungrily. Suddenly 
with a wave of realization she became conscious of where she was and who she 
was with. Angrily she pulled away and ran off down the deck, conscious all 
the time of David's laughing eyes following her. 

Once in the relative safety of her cabin, Samantha collapsed on the bed, 
heart pounding wildly. For awhile she hated herself almost as much as she 
hated David. He was playing with her like a cat plays with a mouse. All her 
background and upbringing rebelled against the things he had forced her to 
do, yet her body had responded. It was almost as if her own flesh was in a 
conspiracy to betray her. 

Screw David, she thought, the unfamiliar phrase coming easily to her mind. 
With almost two weeks on Capri with him in the same hotel, how in the 
devil's name was she going to be able to avoid him? And how like her parents 
to take to him the way they had. 

The harsh cries of the dockers drifted in through the open porthole and for 
a moment Samantha forgot her troubles, losing herself in the color and 
sounds of Naples. A few minutes later her parents came in with a porter and 
she became involved in the logistics of getting everything ashore. 
Infuriatingly David was on hand to help but Samantha managed to avoid 
talking to him. 

It's typical of David, she thought bitterly, that he can speak Italian 
fluently. All the troubles they had with the porters and cab drivers were 
quickly smoothed over and her parents were obviously delighted that the 
young writer appeared to have adopted them. By the time they boarded the 
ferry for Capri, he and her father were behaving like old friends. 

Slowly the old ferry forged across the sky-blue waters of the Bay of Naples 
towards the island, the decks crowded with laughing tourists. In spite of 
everything that had happened, Samantha hung over the rail, eagerly watching 
for her first view of Capri. A blue haze covered the island and as the ferry 
nosed its way into the small harbor through clusters of small fishing boats, 
Samantha was caught by the spell of Capri. The fishing boats drawn up on the 
beach, the pleasure boats that bobbed at anchor off the jetty, the shouting 
children surrounding the debarking passengers as soon as the gangplanks were 
down, all combined to enchant Samantha. If it hadn't been for David, 
everything might have been so wonderful. 

"Beautiful, isn't it?" She turned suddenly, her thoughts interrupted, to 
find David standing at her elbow. 

"You know what they say about Capri?" he went on. "The ideal island for 
love, romance and the delights of the flesh." 

"Why do you keep on following me around?" Samantha demanded angrily. 

"Because I lust for your fair, white body, why else?" her tormentor 
answered, his face spreading into an enormous grin. 

Samantha turned her back on him and walked down to the other end of the 
boat, aware of his laughing eyes metaphorically boring into the back of her 
neck. 

"Damn the man," she muttered under her breath, only too uncomfortably aware 
of how her body reacted when she was anywhere near him. 

For a while her attention was distracted by cries of seamen as the lines 
were thrown and the great ferry brought gently alongside the wharf. 

"Come on, Sam," her father shouted so she headed across the gangplank, 
breathing a sigh of relief when she saw there was no sign of the young 
English writer. Her relief was short-lived, however. As they came down the 
gangway he was already on the dock, a porter and cab commandeered to take 
them all to the hotel. 

Dinner was a complete nightmare with David constantly by her side. Her 
parents seemed to have taken to him like ducks to water and it was quite 
obvious that they had already accepted him as Samantha's holiday escort. 

They had reached the hotel very quickly and with David's help, had quickly 
been given a suite of the best rooms available. It seemed that everyone on 
the island knew the Englishman; the staff of the Quisisana welcomed him like 
an old friend. 

It was late before Samantha was able to make her escape and reach the 
sanctuary of her room. Only when the door was closed behind her did she give 
a sigh of relief. Night had spread over the island like a velvet blanket and 
she went over to the open window, breathing in the scented night air and 
listening to a street singer in the distance, the old Neapolitan love song 
wafting in to her on the evening breeze. 

Somehow the plaintive lament made her again think of David and she slammed 
the window shut angrily. Then, checking to make sure the door was locked, 
she undressed and went into the shower, letting the scalding water wash away 
her fury. 

By the time she emerged, she was almost happy again. After all, Capri is a 
fair-sized island. Surely it wouldn't be too difficult to avoid David most 
of the time. 

Humming softly, she came back into the bedroom toweling herself briskly. 
Then she stopped, looking in horror at the debonair young Englishman who was 
sitting on the edge of her bed, smiling up at her. 

"How... how the hell did you get in here?" she stammered. 

David took a key out of his pocket and swung it gently around the end of his 
fingers. "Pass key," he explained. "With the compliments of the management." 

Quickly Samantha draped the towel around her body, only too well aware that 
David had seen what he wanted. 

"Get out of my bedroom... at once." To her horror her voice came out in a 
shrill squeak. Slowly David shook his head. 

"Sorry, old girl," he said, "but I've come to improve your education. Surely 
you wouldn't want to throw a humble teacher out who only wants to help 
you.?" 

"I don't know what you mean," Samantha cried, trying to retain some 
semblance of dignity. 

David didn't answer and Samantha felt herself redden as his eyes languidly 
caressed the length of her body. Suddenly he made a quick move and pulled 
the towel away from her body. David tossed it to the other side of the room 
and lay back on the bed, his arms beckoning. 

Samantha stood rooted to the spot. It was as if she were a rabbit, rooted to 
the ground by the hypnotic stare of a snake. 

Very slowly David started to unbutton his shirt, aware that Samantha's eyes 
were riveted on his every move. Tossing the shirt aside, he took off his 
sandals and then began to unzip his pants. As his crotch was revealed, his 
prick stood up straight and hard as if it had only been waiting for its 
freedom to attain full erection. Samantha was unable to remove her eyes from 
the huge penis. To her fevered imagination it seemed to be beckoning. 

Then David was completely nude and he stood up, his prick bouncing up and 
down like a huge spear. In two bounds he crossed the room to where she stood 
and, picking her up as if she weighed no more than a feather, carried her 
back to the bed. 

His movement seemed to release her from the spell and she began to struggle 
desperately, fighting to escape from the strong arms that held her. 

"Let me go, you... bastard," she panted. "Let me go or I'll scream." 

David only chuckled, his arms tightening around her even harder. 

"No such luck, baby. This hotel was built in the days when they believed in 
thick walls. Besides, everyone is still downstairs, drinking on the terrace. 
You might as well face it, it's just you and me." 

Then her arms were freed as he dumped her on the bed. Before she was aware 
of what was happening, he moved down her body until his beard was nuzzling 
at the vivid red fuzz that surrounded her crotch. His arms held her thighs 
in a vise-like grip and, struggle as hard as she might, she was unable to 
break clear. Her fists hammered at his back but David seemed oblivious to 
her blows, concentrating only on bringing his mouth closer and closer to her 
cunt. 

Suddenly his tongue shot out and a wave of almost exquisite pleasure shot 
through her as the tip found her budding clitoris. Then his tongue was hard 
at work, lapping around and around the little mound of flesh until it was 
standing up as hard as any penis. 

Samantha's struggles grew weaker and weaker as she abandoned herself to the 
waves of sensuous delight that were tingling through every nerve ending. The 
blood began to race through her body and she could feel her own sexual 
juices begin to flow. 

"Bastard," she muttered, trying to summon up the willpower to get away. 
David knew that he had her now and released her thighs, bringing his hands 
up to gently stroke her hardening nipples. 

"Bastard... bastard... bastard," she moaned, threshing around as his tongue 
caught her body on fire. 

"Easy, baby... easy," David muttered, his mouth full of cunt. "I've hardly 
started yet." 

Suddenly his mouth was gone from her pussy and Samantha closed her eyes in 
the agony of the sense of loss that rushed through her body. Then David's 
lips closed over her right nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and using 
his tongue to rub it against the tips of his teeth. At the same moment his 
hand reached down to her crotch and two fingers pushed themselves deep into 
her juicy pussy. 

Hard though she tried to hate him, Samantha found herself jerking and 
plunging under him, her body reveling in such new-found pleasure. 

"OOOoooohhhh! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" she moaned, her breath coming in wheezing 
gasps as her body responded to his every movement. Every part of her seemed 
full of blazing sensual awareness, David's tongue, lapping around her 
nipples, was sending little shivers up and down her spine, while his 
fingers, plunged deep into her twitching cunt, were causing blazes of pure 
ecstasy that drove her higher and higher to the peaks of delight. 

Then his tongue was on her other nipple, giving it the same loving treatment 
while his fingers played with the one his mouth had just vacated. 

The waves of pleasure seemed to have no end and Samantha began to feel she 
might die if she didn't soon reach the release of orgasm. 

David must have sensed how close she was because suddenly he changed his 
tactics and pulling off her completely, positioned his prick for a meaty 
plunge deep into her cunt. Samantha watched through half-closed eyes as the 
vast prick edged towards her, squirming and thrashing in agony as she tried 
to move her body onto it. 

"Put it in, you bastard... put it in," she moaned. Still he held back, his 
eyes twinkling as he rubbed the head around the outside of her cunt, 
slightly parting the lips so that it rubbed gently against her pulsing clit. 

Then, when she felt she could stand it no longer, David lunged forward and 
with a meaty thwack, the prick buried itself up to the balls in her eager 
pussy. 

Samantha gave a low scream, her body rearing as she felt the head plunge 
into the walls of her womb, then she brought her legs around to encircle him 
as David started to fuck her with sure, steady strokes. 

She was so close to orgasm that only a few thrusts were necessary before she 
felt the heavenly fires sweeping through her body, carrying her up and 
beyond the very heights of ecstasy. David let his prick remain inside her as 
she thrashed and churned, the seven inches of meat deep inside her twitching 
cunt. Then, as Samantha began to recover from the orgasm, he began to fuck 
her again, pulling his prick almost completely out of her cunt before 
slamming it home with all his strength. With every stroke Samantha reared 
up, bubbling howls being forced from her lips. Just as she knew she was 
approaching her second orgasm, David suddenly pulled back and, catching her 
under the buttocks, lifted her clean off the bed until she was clinging onto 
his standing body, the wonderful penis still buried deep inside her body. 
Twining her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs, she 
began to push up and down, his hands encouraging her from underneath. 

In and out the prick plunged, making soft squelching sounds every time it 
thrust home. David had relaxed, letting her do all the work and now she was 
bucking up and down in a frenzy, forcing the dick every deeper into her as 
she felt the flames mounting once again in her body. As her orgasm hit, 
Samantha's muscles tensed as she abandoned herself to the roaring explosion 
that sprang outward from her cunt. David let her go and she slipped off his 
penis onto the ground, but Samantha was completely unaware of everything as 
she rolled around on the carpet, animal howls coming from her mouth as her 
cunt muscles twitched and throbbed. 

Then, as if from a great distance, she saw David bending over her, his prick 
still hard and strong. Twisting her around with expert hands, he positioned 
her so that her buttocks were facing toward the ceiling, her face buried in 
the carpet. Ever so slowly he eased his shaft back into her clutching cunt, 
working it backwards and forwards with every increasing speed. 

"OOOooohhhh! Nnoooo," she slobbered. "Not again, I just can't take it 
again." 

David seemed oblivious to her voice, his penis pumping out and in faster and 
faster until her face was skidding along the carpet with the violence of her 
thrusts. 

"OOOoooohhhhh! Christ... I'm coming again," she screamed, thrusting her 
buttocks up to meet his every stroke. Every time his prick struck home, she 
could feel his balls bouncing against the cleft around her cunt and the 
sensation drove her on to fresh and more frenzied movements. 

Suddenly she felt his shaft give a last convulsive shudder and load after 
load of scalding come burst deep into her cunt, triggering off her own 
orgasm. At first his supply of semen seemed endless, but her cunt jerked and 
churned, milking him of every drop he had to give her. Finally it was all 
over and she collapsed, David's; body a dead weight on top of her. 

For a while both lay still, recovering their breath. Then David drew away, 
his rapidly wilting prick coming out from her sopping cunt with a wet plop. 

"There, Fred, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he panted, twisting her round by 
the shoulders until she was facing him. 

Samantha looked into his face, seeing the Satanic glint in his eyes but now 
completely unable to hate him. Her body still burned with the tremendous 
fucking that he had just given her. She could feel his come dribbling out of 
her cunt, trickling down her thighs and making a damp spot on the carpet. 
Somehow the sensation excited her even more and she felt a passing regret 
that his prick was now too soft to enter her yet again. 

David got to his feet and stretched, then went into the bathroom and came 
back holding a small face-towel. 

"Here, dry yourself off," he said as he tossed it over to her, then he 
settled himself down comfortably, one arm thrown casually around her 
shoulders. 

"In fact, young Fred," he went on, "for a beginner you're learning very 
fast. That was one of the best fucks I've had in a long time. Just give my 
dick a few moments to recover its strength and we'll start all over again." 

Somehow David's words sent little chills of excitement through Samantha's 
body. She looked him directly in the eyes and then, remembering what he had 
made her do the previous night on the boat, lay face down on the carpet and 
wiggled towards him until her mouth could close easily around his soft and 
moist prick. It was so limp that she could easily take the whole thing into 
her mouth, then suddenly she had an idea and, opening her mouth to its 
fullest extent, sucked in both balls as well, feeling his crotch hair grate 
between her teeth. 

Giving little sighs of pleasure, she ran her tongue over first one testicle 
and then the other, feeling the shaft of his prick twitch as the blood began 
to return. 

The penis was rapidly beginning to harden but she held it all until her 
mouth was filled almost to overflowing. Finally she gave a gasp and the two 
balls popped out like bullets fired from a gun. David gave a moan of 
pleasure and then lay back on the floor, wiggling his body around until 
Samantha was lying across his thighs, the head of his blood-engorged penis 
still held firmly between her lips. 

Gently she began to nibble around the head, the tip of her tongue finding 
the eye and licking away the few drops of semen that oozed through. Then she 
began to bob her head up and down the shaft, taking the penis so deep into 
the back of her throat that she found her tongue could easily lap around the 
base of his testicles. The great invader filling her mouth to capacity 
filled her with a wonderful sense of excitement, giving her a feeling of 
power over David that she could hardly believe possible. Gently she bit down 
on the shaft just below the head and felt the male body twitch under her. 
She was unaware of anything except the huge penis on which she lavished all 
of her attentions. 

She withdrew her mouth almost completely, just letting the tip of her tongue 
flick against the eye. Then, opening her mouth as wide as was possible, she 
dropped down the shaft again, letting her teeth scrape against the ridges in 
the shaft until she could feel the head deep in the back of her throat. 

Samantha's mouth was filled with the salty-sweet taste of come and 
cunt-juice. Faster and faster she sucked, willing David to pump a fresh 
supply of semen deep into her waiting throat. 

"That's good," he sighed. "That's so good." His body was twisting around 
underneath her, his hands clenching and unclenching in ecstasy as she sucked 
his prick with all her might. 

The mighty dick was throbbing against her tongue and Samantha knew that he 
was close to shooting his load. She let the saliva-covered shaft slip out 
between her lips and bent lower, licking at his scrotal sac and then letting 
her tongue run the full distance over his testicles and back up the side of 
the shaft. Then she took the head deep into her mouth for a finale, 
swallowing down on it as she felt it give a last jerk and pour come into her 
hungry throat. 

As the warm liquid pumped out of the head, she swallowed mouthful after 
mouthful, gulping down the slithery come as if she couldn't get enough of 
it. 

Finally the penis stopped pumping and started to shrivel. Desperately 
Samantha licked at the eye, swallowing down the last few drops. Her own body 
was now burning with suppressed desire and she brought her hands down to 
delve into her cunt. David was too quick for her; seeing her intention, he 
turned his body around until his mouth closed over her pulsing pussy. His 
tongue darted deep into the vagina, slurping down the flowing juices with 
little gurgles of pleasure. Samantha was still lying oh top of him, the 
wilted prick in her mouth, as his tongue delved deeper and deeper into her 
cunt, willing it back into erect life. Her whole being seemed to have been 
distilled into only two centers of pleasure; the tongue that was going crazy 
in her pussy and the prick that was filling her mouth. David had found her 
clit and was biting hard into it, causing her to thrash and moan, sucking at 
his penis all the harder. Then his tongue started a circular motion around 
the clit, every now and then withdrawing to flick at the tip. She could feel 
his hot breath deep inside her and the unusual sensation sent quivers of 
pleasure up and down her body. 

The moans that were being forced from her were almost stifled by the rapidly 
hardening penis that filled her mouth. As David's tongue increased its tempo 
in her cunt, she sucked and licked harder and harder at his enormous prick. 

Sometimes David would withdraw his tongue from her clit, sucking the entire 
thing into his mouth briefly before letting it go to delve as deeply as 
possible into the depths of her vagina. Samantha could not believe that such 
pleasure was possible and her thighs tightened around David's head, holding 
him firmly in place, mouth locked to her quivering pussy. 

As his tongue darted in and out, she tried to keep time, bobbing her head up 
and down his shaft, her sweat forming in little rivulets to fall down onto 
his already matted pubic hair. 

Now his tongue was swirling across her clit so fast that she was unable to 
tell where one stroke ended and another began. Blood was rushing through her 
brain and she felt the agonies of pleasure swirling up and down her body. 
With a last desperate gasp of ecstasy she let go of his prick and abandoned 
herself to the scorching flames of her own orgasm, rolling and thrashing on 
the floor while David held tight to her thighs, still keeping his mouth 
pressed into her cunt. All through the orgasm David sucked and licked, 
driving her on to heights of delight that she would not have believed 
possible. 

Samantha's climax seemed to have no end. In fact it was not one orgasm but a 
series, following one after another so fast that it seemed a constant 
shattering delight. When at last she lay still, Samantha felt as if she was 
another person. Someone looking down on the redheaded girl that lay on the 
floor, sweat pouring from her body, while the fires of climax ebbed and 
died. 

At last she rolled off David and the Englishman gave a great gasp, pulling 
himself into a sitting position. 

"Christ, Fred," he said, "I thought for a moment you were going to smother 
me." Then he reached down to feel his still erect prick and gave a grin of 
pleasure. 

"Well, what d'you know. All ready for action. We'll have to think of 
something real special this time." 

Samantha nodded weakly. She felt drained and exhausted. Dimly she tried to 
count how many times she had come but the number eluded her. She had lost 
count somewhere between the nine and twelfth. 

"Haven't you had enough?" she panted. 

David shook his head. "Blame yourself," he grinned. "You were the one who 
got it hard again." For a moment he lay back, deep in thought. Then he gave 
a deep chuckle and got to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. After a 
moment he reappeared, holding a pot of Samantha's cold cream. He sat down on 
the edge of the bed, spreading the cream lavishly over his prick until the 
whole length was shiny and slippery. 

"What are you doing to do?" Samantha asked in astonishment. 

David grinned. "I'm going to cornhole you," he said, "or, to be more 
specific, I'm going to fuck you in the ass." He seemed determined. 

Samantha felt a moment of dread, trying to picture what that mammoth prick 
would feel like forcing itself into her tender rectum. 

"It'll never fit," she protested. "You'll hurt me." 

"No I won't. Now... come over here." 

Unwillingly Samantha moved towards him, fighting down the revulsion that was 
rising in her. She had always heard that corn-holing was one of the worst 
perversions and now it seemed that David was about to inflict it on her. Yet 
in spite of her revulsion, she couldn't suppress a quiver of excitement as 
he seized her by the hips and guided her onto his lap. She could feel the 
head of his prick nuzzling up between the cheeks of her buttocks, then David 
carefully positioned the slithery head until it was directly in line with 
the hole of her anus. 

Hands firmly holding her buttocks apart, he pushed with his penis until the 
head nuzzled itself almost an inch inside. Samantha almost screamed with the 
pain. It was as if a red-hot poker was tearing her apart. Still David 
pushed, the prick slipping in inch by inch until almost three inches were 
buried inside her. The pain had subsided to a low throbbing, but David 
seemed to be having difficulty getting the penis in any further. 

"Just relax," he whispered. 

Samantha tried to follow his instructions, letting her whole body go limp as 
she sagged against him. It seemed to work. David gave a last heave and then 
suddenly the whole length of his prick was buried deep in her rectum. There 
was one moment of searing agony and then the pain was gone. It was 
completely different sensation from having a prick in her cunt but 
nonetheless, not unpleasant. She could feel his testicles pressing against 
her pussy, the head of his prick buried deep in her bowels. 

Slowly he began to move it in and out, his fingers reaching into her cunt, 
diving in and out themselves as they kept time with the strokes. 

Faster and faster he thrust, his balls slapping into her cunt every time he 
hit bottom. Although Samantha felt that she would be unable to reach orgasm 
again, her body was pulsing with a wonderful warmth that was spreading out 
from her anus. One of David's fingers was playing with her clitoris, 
caressing it gently while the other fingers slammed into her pussy in time 
with his prick. At last he gave a sigh of release and his hot fluid exploded 
out into her bowels. 

Quite unexpectedly, Samantha reached climax, the quivering of her body 
seeming to keep time with the quivering of the penis in her ass. As the hot 
liquid flowed into her, it seemed that she was being carried away on a bed 
of pleasure that was taking her farther and farther from David. 

As if in a dream, she felt his prick come out of her rectum. Then she felt 
strong hands pick her up and carry her to the bed, tucking her in under the 
sheets. A face hovered over her, kissing her firmly on the lips, then the 
light was out and she was alone in the darkness, her body still throbbing 
from the wonders of the evening. For a while she drifted in the half-dream 
world of pleasure, but finally exhaustion took its toll and she sank into a 
blissful sleep. 

 CHAPTER THREE

 When Samantha awoke, the noises of the island were all around her. Happy 
shouts of Italians, cries of street vendors and screaming laughter of island 
children. 

Samantha got her stiff and sore body out of bed. Suddenly the events of the 
previous evening came back in a rush and she shivered in disgust. If 
anything, she hated David even more than before, not only because of what he 
had made her do, but because he had made her enjoy it. She felt unclean, her 
body stiff and sticky from dried come. 

She stepped into a shower and carefully cleaned herself off, wincing 
slightly as her fingers brushed over her tender and raw cunt. Every part of 
her body seemed to ache and throb, a nagging soreness that soap and water 
did little to help. 

She dressed with difficulty and walked downstairs to the terrace, trying to 
move normally. Her parents looked up as she approached and smiled a welcome. 

"Well, Sammy," her father said. "I hope you had a good rest last night?" 

Samantha nodded and sat down at the breakfast table, trying not to wince as 
her tender posterior came in contact with the hard chair. 

"David's taking us swimming this morning," her mother babbled happily. 
"Isn't it wonderful to have someone around who knows the island? He said 
he'd take us to a beach where there's a wonderful underwater cave. You 
really should try and be nicer to him, Sam. He was so disappointed when you 
went to bed early last night." 

I'll bet he was, Samantha thought bitterly. "Where is David?" she asked. 

"Oh, he's been up and gone for over an hour. He said he'd come and pick us 
all up at ten. So hurry up and eat your breakfast." 

"I don't think I'll come with you this morning, dear," her father said. "I'm 
still feeling a little tired from the journey yesterday. But you two go 
ahead and enjoy yourselves." 

Samantha's mother pouted her disappointment, then tucked happily into her 
breakfast. Samantha played with her food, hardly able to eat a bite. Wasn't 
there any way she would be able to get away from the Englishman? 

It was almost ten-thirty by the time David appeared. He smiled a greeting to 
all three and sat down at the table, almost completely ignoring Samantha as 
he started an animated conversation with her mother. 

Samantha seethed in fury, wondering if there was any way she could get back 
at him. At last David rose to his feet. "Well, come on, everyone," he said. 
"The beach awaits." 

Still furious with him, Samantha went up to her room to fetch her bikini. 
When she came back down, her father had vanished but David and her mother 
were sitting side by side, David with one hand on her arm as he pointed out 
the sights around them. Samantha's mother looked up, blushing slightly as 
she saw her daughter approach. 

"Are we all ready?" Samantha asked coldly. 

David got to his feet and gave her a low bow. "The carriage awaits, milady," 
he said, a smile spreading over his face. 

To get to the beach that David had in mind, it was necessary to take one of 
the small buses that swerved its way around the hair-pin bends before 
finally depositing them at the top of a flight of steps that led down to the 
water far below. David led the way, the two women trailing behind. All 
through the bus ride David had kept up a non-stop monologue with Samantha's 
mother, making Samantha more and more annoyed. She had intended to 
completely ignore David, snubbing him whenever he talked to her, but she 
never got the chance. Ever since he had come to their table, he had acted as 
if she didn't exist. 

When they finally reached the bottom, David went up to the old man who ran 
the beach huts, talking to him volubly in Italian. At length he brought the 
man over to where the two women were waiting. 

"This is Giovanni," he said. "Anything you need while you're on the island, 
Giovanni's the best man to come to." 

The old man shook hands, mumbling something between his toothless gums, then 
handed each of them a key to a bathing hut. Samantha took hers and stalked 
off to change, coming out five minutes later to find David and her mother 
waiting for her. In spite of her hatred for David, her body tensed with 
excitement as she saw his lean, muscular figure almost naked except for a 
pair of trunks, the bulge of his crotch showing only too clearly the size of 
the great organ that had so violated her the previous night. 

In Samantha's opinion, her mother looked completely ridiculous in a bikini, 
the rolls of loose flesh and wrinkles falling over the tight material. 

"We're going to look at the cavern," David said, his eyes glinting as he 
took in her slender figure. "Want to come along?" 

Samantha shook her head. "Go on without me," she said. "I'm going to lie in 
the sun for a while. I'd like to be alone." 

David shrugged and turned towards the water. 

"Mind you don't get burned," her mother called. 

Samantha scowled and took her towel to a clear stretch of beach, lying on it 
and shading her eyes as she watched David and her mother swimming out to a 
section of rocks that surrounded the small cove. From where she was lying, 
Samantha could see the entrance to the cave just inches under the surface of 
the water. She watched as David dove and disappeared from view, then her 
mother gave a last wave and followed him into the underwater cavern. 

Samantha lay back, letting the warmth of the sun sink into her skin. Goddamn 
the man, she thought. Why does he have to make this holiday so terrible? For 
a while she dozed, only waking up when she felt her skin beginning to burn 
slightly. Stiffly she stood, looking around for David and her mother. There 
was still no sign of them. 

Samantha walked gingerly to the water, the pebbles hurting the tender soles 
of her feet. Once in the water, however, the sunburn and stiffness 
disappeared and she swam strongly out in the direction of the underwater 
cave. 

Where the hell have they gone? she thought irritably as she searched around 
for the entrance; much more difficult to see from the water than it was from 
the beach. Finally she saw a stretch of discolored water and dove toward it, 
the cool darkness closing over her head as she carefully picked her way 
through the rocks that almost completely obscured the cave entrance. 

She surfaced with a gasp in what seemed to be a pitch blackness, but slowly 
her eyes began to get accustomed to the dim light that filtered in from 
outside. She appeared to be in a large cave that extended for almost thirty 
feet, the water lapping up against a sand beach at the far end. Then, as 
Samantha began to look around her in more detail, she gave a gasp of 
surprise and horror. Within twenty feet of where she was, David was lying on 
his back on a rocky ledge, his swimming trunks beside him. Bent over his 
erect prick, also naked, was Samantha's mother, puffing and blowing as she 
took the great blood-engorged head deep into her mouth. 

Samantha stayed where she was, almost paralyzed with shock, then swam 
silently to a position under the rocks where she could watch without being 
observed. It seemed impossible, incredible, that her mother could be doing 
this thing. 

David's fingers were playing with the hanging pendulous breasts, his eyes 
closed as the woman thrust her mouth up and down the erect shaft. From where 
Samantha was watching, she could see that the prick was bright and shiny 
with her mother's saliva. Suddenly David gave a low moan and, from the way 
his prick was twitching, Samantha knew he had reached orgasm. She watched in 
disgust as her mother eagerly swallowed the come, her throat muscles working 
overtime as they tried to keep up with the supply. Some of the white liquid 
spilled out from her lips, trickling down her face. The woman quickly 
brought her fingers up to spoon it into her mouth, smacking her lips in 
pleasure at the feast. 

Samantha felt her whole body shaking, half with horror at the thought that 
her mother could do such a thing, half with angry jealousy that it was her 
mother and not herself bent over David's pulsating prick. It seemed to 
Samantha that she should leave, get away from the whole situation, but 
somehow she was unable to move. Clinging to her rock support, her eyes 
bulged as she saw David lie her mother down in the spot where he had been 
moments before. 

The woman was still licking her lips, savoring the last taste of the come 
that had escaped out of her mouth. David looked down at her for a long 
moment, his lips drawn in the smile that Samantha knew so well, then he bent 
down and cupped one of her mother's enormous breasts in his hands, kneading 
it around between his fingers until she was writhing in ecstasy below him. 
Finally he leaned forward and took one of the discolored nipples into his 
mouth, biting down on it savagely. 

The woman bucked and jerked, her moan of pain easily reaching to where 
Samantha lay hidden. David paid no attention; all his concentration devoted 
to the breast that was almost filling his mouth. 

After a while he released it and moved over until he was almost squatting on 
top of the woman, his limp prick hanging directly over the cleft between her 
breasts. Lowering himself until the head of his penis came into contact with 
the soft flesh, he began to rock backwards and forwards, cupping both 
breasts in his hands until they formed a channel between which his rapidly 
hardening rod easily slid. Samantha's mother was straining her head forward, 
her tongue extending to lick at the head every time the prick emerged from 
between her breasts. Once the penis was fully erect again, David began to 
jerk backwards and forwards even faster, fucking the tunnel between her 
breasts as if it were a cunt. 

Her mother was moaning in delight, her hands moving down to claw at her 
pussy, thrusting the lips aside savagely as the fingers plunged deep inside. 
Her body was covered in sweat, adding a lubrication to the passage between 
her breasts and making David's penis slide backwards and forwards with a 
soft slithery sound. 

From Samantha's position, she had an excellent view of every movement that 
the couple made and desperately she fought down an urge to cross the few 
feet of rock to join them. Her earlier horror had vanished as her own body 
began to respond to the actions that were being played out in front of her. 
Desperately she forced her hand down inside her bikini pants, fingering her 
hot little pussy that was now burning with an undeniable desire to be 
fucked. 

Obviously David was close to his climax; and suddenly he jerked his prick 
away from the woman's breasts, holding it carefully aimed as glob after glob 
of sticky white come spurted out over Samantha's mother, completely covering 
her neck, face and hair in gooey fluid. As the semen hit her, the woman 
seemed to go crazy, twisting her head around in agony as she tried to get 
some of the come to fall into her open mouth. Finally she brought her 
cunt-juice-covered hand up to scoop as much as she could off her face and 
hair, eagerly licking it off and swallowing it as fast as she could. 

Once his prick had given its all, David moved back and buried his face 
between her heavy thighs, pulling the meaty flesh apart as his mouth groped 
for her steaming cunt. Samantha's mother gave a last gurgling cry and then 
lay still, only the ecstatic expressions that passed across her face giving 
any hint of what David might be doing. Then slowly she started churning her 
hips, soft animal moans coming from between her clenched teeth as David's 
tongue did its work on her clitoris and vagina. 

Faster and faster her body moved, her stomach muscles clenching and twisting 
as she approached her climax. Finally her face contorted into a terrifying 
grimace and a great bellow reverberated around the cavern as she hit the 
peak of orgasm. 

David raised himself up, his face still dripping with cunt juice, and 
watched the woman who squirmed and thrashed beside him. Then, screwing his 
hand into a fist, he started punching into her cunt, driving her on to 
greater and greater heights of sensual delight. 

Samantha was amazed. She had always pictured her mother as a typical 
American housewife, not in the least interested in sex, yet here she was 
performing like a pro. Samantha's own sexual excitement had ebbed and her 
feelings were a strange combination of revulsion and astonishment. Although 
she felt that she shouldn't stay around to watch any more, somehow she found 
herself unable to move. 

Her mother's orgasm had eventually finished and she was sitting up against 
the rock, trying to untangle her matted hair. David watched her for a while, 
his seven-inch prong of meat standing up rigid and strong once again. 
Samantha's mother took one look at the erect penis and gave a cry of 
delight, rubbing her plump hands up and down its length until it was 
twitching and jerking. Then David lay down again on the rock surface, 
pulling the woman over until she was sitting almost astride him. 

Carefully she positioned her juicy pussy until it was suspended directly 
over the prick. Then with a sigh of pleasure she sank slowly down the shaft, 
her fleshy buttocks almost completely enveloping it. Her eyes were tightly 
closed as she began to move up and down, riding the penis as if it was a 
horse. David lay still, his lips parted in a slight smile as he watched the 
elderly woman let his penis sink deep into her cunt. Every time the prick 
emerged a soft squelch reached Samantha's ears. Her mother was riding the 
rod faster and faster now, her arms and legs working like pistons as she 
raised herself, only to come down heavily with a meaty thwack as David's 
testicles slapped into her buttocks. 

"OOOOooooohhhhhh! AA Aaaaahhhhhh!" she cried, the sweat streaming off her 
body. "I'm cccoooommiiinng." 

Samantha was amazed. She would never have believed it possible that her 
mother could come in such a wild orgasm. As the body churned and jerked, 
held securely in place by the huge prick that was buried deep inside her 
cunt, the woman's back almost bent backwards in the violence of her orgasm. 
Suddenly Samantha was completely disgusted. To see her mother this way was 
shattering almost all the moral concepts that she had left. Softly she let 
go of her handhold and slid backwards into the water, diving under the 
surface to make her way back to the undersea entrance. 

As she surfaced, puffing and blowing, into the bright Italian sunshine, she 
cast a last glance back at the rocks that lay between her and the incredible 
performance that was going on inside the cavern, Somehow it all seemed 
slightly unreal. It was hardly possible that it had been her own mother she 
had seen doing all those things. 

Samantha regained the beach and lay in the sun, trying to get her thoughts 
into some sort of order. Her first instinct was disgust, but then she 
started remembering what David had got her to do and enjoy the previous 
night. 

"The bastard," she murmured. It was all his doing. She closed her eyes, lost 
in speculation as to all sorts of horrible revenges she might take on the 
English writer. Suddenly a shadow passed between her and the sun and 
Samantha opened her eyes to find the object of her hatred standing less than 
two feet away, grinning down at her. 

"Hope I didn't spoil a nice sleep?" David said, "but you'll burn if you stay 
out in the sun much longer." 

"Why... you... you bastard." Samantha scrambled to her feet. "Where's my 
mother?" 

David shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Oh, I don't know. Out swimming 
somewhere, I expect." 

Samantha felt the blood pounding through her brain as her boiling anger 
tried to find an outlet. 

"I... I saw you in the cave," she stammered. 

For a brief moment David looked slightly startled, but then the Satanic grin 
returned to his face and he nodded slowly. "Oh, you did, did you?" he said. 
"Well, I hope you had a good ring-side seat. I suppose we must have been too 
intent on what we were doing to notice one small Peeping Tom. Or in your 
case, would it be Peeping Tommie?" 

Samantha almost exploded with indignation. 

"You have the gall to stand there and openly admit that you were... fucking 
my mother?" 

David nodded cheerfully. "Of course; why not? It was her own choice, she's 
over twenty-one. She wasn't half bad either. You know what they say, there's 
many a good tune played on an old fiddle. You could do with some lessons 
from her yourself." 

Samantha was left speechless as David grinned a goodbye and turned to walk 
down to the water's edge, waving at her mother who was swimming around in 
small circles, some thirty yards out to sea. 

When the three of them returned to the Quisisana, David made his excuses and 
went off to his room, leaving the two women alone on the terrace. For a 
while Samantha was unable to meet her mother's eye but sat at the table, 
fiddling with the strap of her handbag. 

"Alright, Sammy," her mother said eventually. "You've been acting funny all 
morning. Now what's the matter?" 

Samantha looked up, hoping to see some trace of guilt in her mother's eye. 
There was none. 

"Oh God, how could you?" Samantha finally burst out. "I swam into that cave 
while you and David... while you and David..." Words failed her, the color 
rushing to her face and she looked down miserably at the table. 

"I see," her mother said, going pale under her tan. For a short while there 
was silence, then her mother began hesitantly. "Look, Sammy. I'm not trying 
to defend myself but there are times when these things happen. Your father 
and me, well, we don't have so much in common anymore, sexually, I mean. 
David's a healthy boy and... well, he wanted me. I thought that was a great 
compliment. Is there really anything so terrible about sex for sex's sake?" 

Samantha longed to blurt out all that David had made her do but something 
made her keep quiet. "I suppose not," she said. 

Her mother smiled happily, glad that an awkward moment had passed so easily. 
"Well, let's just pretend that none of it ever happened. Anyway, here comes 
your father." 

The remainder of the morning passed in a terrible haze for Samantha and her 
lunch was quite ruined by David joining their table. All through the meal he 
and her father talked happily about writing and travel, then afterwards 
Samantha's heart sank as David politely asked him for permission to show her 
around the Island. 

"Of course, my boy. Go right ahead," her father had said. Samantha noticed 
her mother give David a slightly worried glance as the two of them went off 
through the narrow streets and Samantha smiled grimly. A fine time for her 
to be worrying about her daughter's virtue, she thought. 

In spite of the furious emotions that were churning through Samantha's body, 
she was surprised to find that David made a very good guide. First of all he 
took her through the old town of Capri, telling her the history of every old 
building and introducing her to a lot of old characters that he called local 
color. Finally he led her out of the town on one of the paths that led 
towards the Villa Iovis, the Roman Emperor Tiberius' villa that stood on a 
rocky point at one end of the island. 

"I won't take you up to the Villa Iovis now," he said. "It's a little far to 
walk your first time out. Besides, there's a friend of mine that I want you 
to meet. I think you'll like her." 

Samantha breathed a sigh of relief. When he first mentioned a friend, she'd 
had visions of David making her fuck another man as well, but if it were a 
girl, then everything was alright. Feeling almost happy, she followed David 
along a small cliff path until they came out onto a small rocky area that 
overlooked a huge natural arch, its great vault almost fifty feet across. 
Allowing David to hold her arm for steadiness, she moved to the edge of the 
path, looking down in awe to where the rock plunged into the sea a hundred 
feet below. Seagulls wheeled and swooped through the opening and for a 
moment Samantha completely forgot that she was supposed to hate the man she 
was with. 

"It's fantastic," she breathed. 

David nodded. "The Arco Natural, one of the most incredible sights on the 
island. Now come on, I'll show you something else interesting." 

He led her round a bend in the path to where a small hut had been built into 
the side of the rock. It had been abandoned for a long time but when 
Samantha looked inside, she saw that a tiny shrine had been carved into the 
back wall, offerings of flowers placed all around it. 

"Some of the local people still pray here," David explained as she followed 
her into the dingy back room. The floor was covered in fresh straw and as 
Samantha turned to leave, she found that David was blocking her way. The 
smile that she hated so much was playing around the corners of his mouth and 
with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she realized why he had 
brought her to this spot. Her eyes flicked down, seeing the quivering bulge 
in the crotch of his pants. The sight was obvious. 

Samantha shivered, trying to stop her body from reacting so strongly to his 
sexuality. 

"Let me out, please," she begged, trying to edge past him. 

David shook his head, pulling her towards him until she was nestling in his 
arms. A smell of sun and healthy male body flowed over her and, as he 
brought his face down to kiss her, her desire to escape grew fainter and 
fainter. 

"Shouldn't we meet your friend?" she said finally, her mouth pressed tightly 
against his. 

"No need," he answered. "There'll be plenty of time for you to get to know 
her later." 

His fingers were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and where they 
touched her warm skin, little bumps of gooseflesh appeared. Surprised at her 
own reaction, she reached out for the zip of his pants, pulling them down 
and letting the erect prick free. 

In a matter of moments they were both naked and David gently pulled her onto 
the soft straw, one hand holding tightly to her breast while the other 
played with the lips of her cunt. Samantha could tell that her juices were 
already flowing and that her pussy was sopping wet. Without waiting for any 
further action from David, she seized hold of his turgid prick and guided it 
toward her cunt, giving a sigh of pleasure as it parted her crotch hair and 
sank slowly into the depths of her vagina. 

"Leave it there for a minute," she whispered, pulling David into her arms. 
"I want to feel it inside me, every glorious inch of it." 

David lay still, letting his prick remain balls deep, then very slowly he 
began to rotate his hips, churning the rod around inside her cunt without 
ever letting more than an inch of it outside. Samantha's eyes closed in 
ecstasy and she rotated her hips in the opposite direction, feeling the 
great head plunging around as if churning butter. Slowly David withdrew, 
letting the head come completely out and then nuzzling it up against her 
clit before thrusting it ever so slowly back inside again. 

Samantha had never been fucked so slow and she enjoyed every moment of it. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she sobbed, moving her body to keep time with his 
gentle thrusts. David seemed to be able to keep up the slow pace without 
reaching orgasm and Samantha abandoned herself to the delicious sensations 
sweeping through her body. 

"OOOooohhh God!" she moaned. "That feels just marvie. Keep it slow, keep it 
slow." 

David obliged her, his prick easing in and out of her cunt so gently that 
each thrust seemed to last a million years. Imperceptibly he began to 
quicken his strokes, every down-thrust making Samantha's body plunge and 
quiver under him. She could feel the hardness of the head banging into the 
wall of her womb, his prick so hot that it seemed as if a red-hot poker was 
plunging backwards and forwards inside her. Her cunt was stretched to its 
full capacity by the great penis and she clenched the unfamiliar muscles 
that surrounded her vagina, feeling them clutch and quiver over the entire 
length of the rapidly moving shaft. 

David's mouth covered hers, stifling the sobs of pleasure that rose from her 
throat. His tongue was a live thing, twining around her tongue as their 
harsh breathing mingled. Samantha reached one of her hands up between their 
writhing bodies, holding on to one of his nipples and squeezing it tightly 
as he lunged into her more violently. 

Faster and faster he fucked her, his body feeling like liquid flame on her 
skin every time they came together. She knew her climax was near and was 
also aware he was close to shooting his load into her eager cunt. Harder and 
harder she pushed against him, willing him to give her every inch of the 
delicious prick that was bringing her such pleasure. Then, as she felt the 
fires of her climax spreading through her body, his testicles tightened and 
he gave one last violent lunge as the come spurted out into her twitching 
pussy. 

They climaxed almost together, a great roaring orgasm that sucked both of 
them into realms of heavenly bliss. 

It was the sound of clapping that brought Samantha back to her senses. She 
twisted her head around to see a tall, dark-haired girl standing by the door 
to the hut, applauding vigorously. David saw her at the same moment and 
pulled his semi-hard prick out of Samantha's cunt, walking across to greet 
the girl with a few last drops of come oozing out onto the straw. 

"Mandy," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, "this is Samantha, of 
whom you have heard so much." 

"Hi." The girl waved a greeting then turned back to David. "But I thought 
you said she was just a beginner. The act that I caught looked pretty 
experienced to me." 

David shrugged his shoulders. "Fast learner." 

Samantha looked around desperately. This girl seemed to take it completely 
for granted that she had walked in on a couple fucking. She looked at Mandy 
carefully. The girl was only a little shorter than Samantha, her long black 
fair hanging freely over her shoulders. She looked several years older than 
Samantha, her eyes hard with experience of life. The girl was wearing a 
simple blouse and slacks which, to Samantha's horror, she now began to 
unbutton. 

"So, you want me to help with the child's education?" Mandy said, licking 
her lips in anticipation as she looked at Samantha's nude body spread out on 
the straw. David nodded, helping her to take off her slacks and gently 
caressing her crotch as he did so with smooth efficiency. 

The girl had a magnificent body, the swell of her breasts hard and firm, the 
nipples already standing out erect and hard. In spite of Samantha's 
apprehension, her eyes were drawn to the curly black pubic hair that formed 
a little diamond-shape over her cunt. 

Mandy noticed her look and chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear. You'll have 
plenty of opportunity for a real close look in a minute." 

She put her clothes neatly on top of a beach-bag she had brought in and then 
crossed over to Samantha, kneeling beside her and running her hands softly 
over her unprotesting body. 

"Beautiful, beautiful," she murmured, her fingers exploring around the edges 
of Samantha's come-dripping cunt. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun 
together." 

Samantha shivered at the other girl's touch, her body responding avidly to 
the unfamiliar caresses. Slowly Mandy stretched out her body until she was 
lying alongside Samantha on the straw, her mouth hovering over her thighs. 
Samantha gave a long shivering sigh as Mandy's mouth closed over her cunt, 
then timidly moved her own head until her lips were within easy reach of the 
black pubic mound. 

Mandy was lapping eagerly at the juices and come that filled Samantha's 
pussy, pulling away only long enough to look up at David and say, "Hmm... 
you taste as good as ever," before returning eagerly to her feast. 

Gingerly Samantha brought up her fingers to part the lips of Mandy's vagina 
and the strongly acrid smell of another pussy almost overwhelmed her. She 
fought back the urge to gag and moved forward again, her tongue reaching out 
slowly to lap at the cherry-pink walls of Mandy's cunt. The other girl 
shivered convulsively at her touch and increased the speed of her own 
actions, her tongue darting in and out of Samantha's vagina like a thing 
possessed. 

Parting a little fold of skin, Samantha found Mandy's clitoris standing up 
hard and firm, a small white bud that quivered slightly as she passed her 
tongue gently over it. 

"OOOooohhhhh!" Mandy groaned. "Keep that up, it feels so good." 

Mandy's own tongue was causing swirling whirls of pleasure up and down 
Samantha's cunt, so Samantha immediately set to work to give the other girl 
the same pleasure. At first the novel sensation almost put Samantha off her 
stride. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined herself making it with 
another girl. But now she was actually doing it, excitement pulsed through 
her body, causing her to forget about everything except the wonderful cunt 
that was in such easy reach of her tongue and teeth. 

Quickly she sucked Mandy's clit between her lips, biting down on it gently 
and feeling herself rewarded by the quiver of ecstasy that ran through the 
girl lying beside her. Plunging her tongue as deep into the vagina as 
possible, Mandy lapped happily at the juices that Mandy's cunt was producing 
so freely, swallowing down all that the other girl could give her. 

By trial and error, she quickly found out the things that Mandy liked best, 
concentrating all her attention on the clitoris as her tongue swirled and 
licked at the twitching bud. Her own body was just one long organ of 
pleasure, waves of delight spreading up from her pussy until she felt that 
her own orgasm was rapidly approaching. 

The two girls clung together tighter than clams as their orgasms hit at the 
same moment, a locked, writhing mass of arms and legs that thrashed and 
squirmed all over the straw. When Samantha finally withdrew her mouth from 
Mandy's cunt, the other girl came towards her and they kissed tenderly, 
Samantha tasting her own cunt juices on Mandy's lips. 

"Wow!" Mandy said when she finally got her breath back. "You're a natural. 
David, darling, why didn't you tell me you'd picked up such a fantastic 
chick?" 

"Just wanted to surprise you," he answered, picking up her beachbag and 
rummaging around inside. Finally he gave a cry of triumph and pulled out a 
long shiny black object with leatherstraps attached to one end. 

"I hoped you'd have one of these with you," David said, almost crowing with 
delight as he handed the object to Mandy. 

"What is it?" Samantha asked, her eyes bulging with curiosity. 

"It's called a dildo." Mandy looked up at Samantha, then started to buckle 
the black prick to her thighs, its eight-inch length pointing out directly 
from her pubic mound. "It's just like an artificial prick," she explained. 
"With it I'm going to fuck you as if I was a man." 

Samantha looked at the huge object in disbelief; it was even bigger and 
wider than David's penis. 

"It'll split me in half," she protested. 

Mandy shook her head. "Your pussy'll stretch. It's plenty big enough to take 
it. Anyway, it's well lubricated by now." 

During Mandy's preparations, Samantha noticed that David's dick was once 
again growing erect. Finally Mandy gave the dildo a last admonishing pat, 
causing it to jerk up and down, then turned to David. 

"Ready?" she asked. 

"Ready." 

Samantha lay back on the straw as David and Mandy came towards her. She 
didn't know what they had planned, but the way the blood was singing through 
her body, she didn't really care. Never would she have believed that sex in 
all its forms could be so wonderful. Her whole body felt alive, alert, ready 
for whatever her instructors might wish of it. 

Gently David and Mandy positioned her on her back, Mandy coming down on top 
of her so that the great dildo slowly worked its way into her flaming cunt. 
Samantha squirmed and wriggled, jerking around as the length of black rubber 
worked its way in, inch by inch, until it was buried to the hilt, Mandy's 
crotch hair mingling with her own. 

As soon as the dildo was fully in, Mandy gave David a nod and he came down 
to lie beside Samantha, his pulsing prick directly in line with her mouth. 
Eagerly she sucked the engorged head in between her lips, swallowing down on 
it and letting her laryngeal muscles play on the head. Her mouth was full of 
prick and her cunt was full of dildo. She felt that she was being stretched 
in all directions at the same time. 

Slowly Mandy began to move backwards and forwards, humping the dildo in and 
out. At the same time David began to rotate his hips, moving the penis in 
and out of her mouth as if fucking a pussy. 

Samantha closed her eyes, carried away by the myriad sensual sensations 
pouring through every nerve in her body. Faster and faster the two pricks 
moved; both the real and the artificial. Mandy's mouth had closed over one 
of Samantha's nipples, kneading and rubbing it between her teeth. 

"AAAaaahhh!" Samantha moaned, the noise barely getting past the huge lump of 
meat that filled her mouth to overflowing. 

Her body was afire with molten lightning, delicious streaks of heavenly 
agony pulsing up and down her spine. The great dildo was thrusting in and 
out as hard as Mandy could make it move, the heavy squelching sound as it 
thudded into her cunt seeming to Samantha to be as loud as her own groans of 
ecstasy. She was lost in a world of sensual awareness, her only 
consciousness centered on the two presences that were thrusting into each 
end of her body. 

Urgently she sucked at David's pole, reveling in the heat that almost burned 
her mouth. Her cunt seemed a million miles wide, the dildo a million miles 
long. Her breath was coming in heavy gasps, whistling out between her teeth 
as David's prick pounded harder and harder into the back of her throat. 
Mandy's mouth moved like lightning, working in first one nipple and then the 
other until both her breasts were pits of fire. Finally David dropped his 
full weight on top of her, his balls and prick twitching as he squirted load 
after load of come into her eagerly waiting throat. Desperately she 
swallowed, trying not to let any spill out of her mouth. Mandy must have 
sensed Samantha was close to climax because the rate of her thrusts 
increased, the dildo ploughing a furrow in and out of her steaming sweaty 
cunt. 

As the last of David's come disappeared down her throat, it seemed to 
Samantha that all the nuclear blasts in creation had been detonated at the 
same time. Her mouth and cunt both filled to overflowing, she climaxed in a 
screaming convulsive orgasm that seemed to go on and on for eternity. 

 CHAPTER FOUR

 Long after their respective orgasms were finished, Samantha, David and 
Mandy lay cuddling, their bodies still quivering from the sexual excitement 
that had so recently burst out from their very souls. 

Mandy made the first move. 

"Well, kids," she said, rising to her feet and stretching luxuriously, "it's 
time that I split." 

She shrugged into her clothes, her fingers softly caressing her nipples as 
she did up the buttons on her blouse. She licked her lips a couple of times 
as if savoring the delights she had so recently been enjoying. 

"Are you coming to Terry's party tonight?" she asked David. 

He nodded, his hands still moving up and down Samantha's velvet-soft skin. 

"Good." Mandy's lips spread in a kittenish smile. "Then I'll see you all 
later. Maybe we can find time to take up where we left off." She waved 
briefly and was gone, vanishing up the path that led away from the sea. 

"What party?" Samantha asked, rolling over onto her stomach so that her head 
was lying across David's crotch. 

David grinned. "Wait and see," he said. 

"Beast." Samantha opened her mouth slightly, nibbling gently at David's 
prick until he gave a little squeal of pain. 

"Alright, chick. You've asked for it," he muttered, forcing her head down 
until his soft prick was jammed hard into her mouth. Samantha had believed 
that she was sexually exhausted but as the soft flesh sank gently into her 
throat, the fires of desire started rising once again and she began licking 
and sucking on the shaft until she felt the blood returning and the penis 
starting to become erect. Unconscious of everything except the hardening 
organ in her mouth, she ran her teeth around the head, playing with the eye 
with the tip of her tongue until David's cock was as hard as it could be. 
Then she let it slip out of her mouth, raising her head until she was 
looking up at her lover. 

"Any suggestions about what we do now?" she asked, her eyes shining. 

"Sexy beast," David grinned, pulling her head back down until the pulsing 
head sank deep into the back of her throat. Samantha lay still for a while, 
enjoying the immense tool that filled her mouth to overflowing, then she 
pulled free again. 

"No," she pouted. "I want to try something new, something different." 

David was silent for a moment, his face creased in thought. Then he smiled. 
"Hey! I've got an idea," he said. Standing up, he began to pull on his 
pants, then tossed the girl's clothes over on top of her. 

"Come on," he said. "We're going for a climb." 

Mystified, Samantha got dressed, her body burning with lust and suppressed 
desire. David didn't say a word as he led the way out into the sunlight, 
walking down the path toward the great spread of the natural rock arch. 
Finally he left the path and started climbing up a rocky outcrop toward the 
head of the arch, looking back to where Samantha was standing, unwilling to 
venture out after him. 

"Come on," he called. "It's quite safe." 

Slowly Samantha started to follow him up, her heart beating madly as she 
looked down past her narrow foothold to the sea so far below. Forcing 
herself not to think of the drop, she climbed up, her fingers and toes 
scrabbling for holds on the crumbling rock. 

At last David came out onto a narrow ledge almost at the top of the arch, 
some fifty feet above the path. He hauled the breathless Samantha up besides 
him and grinned, indicating the broad sweep of water that stretched out as 
far as the eye could see. 

"Isn't it fantastic?" he breathed, his words being swept away in the wind 
that curled around the peak of the arch. 

Samantha nodded, clutching on to the rock and trying to stop her body from 
shaking in fright. 

"Why did you bring me up here?" she gasped eventually. 

"I'm going to fuck you, that's why." 

"No!" Samantha's cry was almost a scream. "It's too dangerous. We could 
fall." 

"Where's your spirit of adventure?" David cajoled. "It'll be perfect. We can 
do it standing up in full view of anyone who happens to be on the path." 
Without waiting for a reply, he unzipped his pants, letting his throbbing 
penis rise into the afternoon sunshine. For a moment Samantha stood 
speechless, then she slowly moved her hands to her slacks, pushing them down 
until they were hanging around her feet. The breeze felt cool against her 
burning yet sopping cunt and when David reached a hand down to fondle her 
clit, she forgot everything except the waves of pleasures that started 
pulsing through her body. 

"OOOoooohhh!" she moaned, moving against him on the narrow ledge and feeling 
his prick rub up against her pubic hair. "Oh, Christ! That feels so good. 
Put it in all the way." 

Keeping his balance on the ledge, David pulled her towards him and Samantha 
gave a little sigh of ecstasy as the rod slid easily into her hungry pussy. 
Her eyes closed and her knuckles turned almost white as she gripped 
desperately onto the rock, swaying backwards and forwards as he pounded his 
thick meat in and out of her cunt. The roaring in her ears came partly from 
her own body, partly from the surf that was surging more than a hundred feet 
below their tiny ledge. 

The danger seemed to lend an extra spice to her pleasure, causing her to 
rock backwards even more precariously as David slammed into her, their 
crotch hair mingling every time she felt the head of his prick hit the very 
bottom of her slippery vagina. The blood was rushing to her head, making her 
almost lose consciousness as her orgasm swelled up to fill her with heavenly 
delight. At the same moment, she felt his scalding come hose into her; load 
after load of beautiful love-juice that filled her cunt to overflowing, 
seeming to fill her whole body with its warm, sticky wetness. 

She was becoming carried away with sensuous pleasure, the cold rock against 
her body adding a new texture to her climatic excitement. Her fingers let go 
of the outcrop and for a moment the two figures swayed high above the sea, 
locked together as their orgasms expended their furies into each other's 
body. 

Finally they pulled apart and Samantha slumped back against the rock, her 
body shivering and shaking with the release. Suddenly David laughed and 
pointed down at the path below them. Samantha turned to see an Italian boy, 
obviously no more than fifteen years old, looking up at them as if hardly 
able to believe his eyes. 

"That'll give him a few ideas," David said, choking back his laughter. 

The boy saw that they were looking at him and ran back up the path, darting 
nervous glances behind him until he disappeared from view. 

On the difficult climb back down the cliff and all the way back to the Hotel 
Quisisana, Samantha was uncomfortably aware of how once again her body had 
betrayed her. Although she tried not to look at David, she was very 
conscious of the virile male figure that strode along beside her, his hand 
tightly gripping hers as he led the way through the twists and turns of the 
island paths. 

Yet try as she might, Samantha found it impossible to hate him anymore. He 
had shown her too much, guided her along too many new and wonderful sexual 
pathways for her ever again to feel regret for her lost innocence. 

The Mediterranean sun was setting in a warm evening glow, the last golden 
rays turning the tips of the clouds to burning fire. The air was filled with 
the pungent scent of Eucalyptus as they walked slowly back toward town. The 
crickets chirruped angrily in the grass around them, disturbed by their 
passage. 

"Are you angry with me?" David's voice was low and soft. 

Samantha smiled ruefully. "No, not really. Not anymore. God, but you're 
so... impossible." 

David laughed, that same evil chuckle that she had hated so much at first. 
Now it sent little shivers of excitement running up and down her spine. 

The streets of Capri were full of noisy tourists, all seeming to be 
screaming at the top of their lungs and Samantha felt her idyllic mood 
shatter as David elbowed his way through the crush. Her parents were already 
sitting out on the hotel terrace sipping cocktails and they looked up as 
Samantha and David came over to join them. 

"Hello, you two," her mother said. "Did you have a good time?" 

Samantha felt herself blushing and wondered momentarily what Mother would 
think if she knew what they had been doing all afternoon. David seemed to 
have no intention of leaving and settled himself comfortably at the table, 
prattling on happily about the beauties of the island. It seemed only 
natural for her father to invite David to join them for dinner, and for once 
Samantha found that she didn't really mind. 

It was obvious that her parents were becoming more and more taken with the 
young Englishman and as the second dead bottle of champagne was placed 
upside down in the ice bucket, Samantha noticed her mother eyeing David's 
body with more than a hint of interest. Her father was already slightly 
drunk, well launched into one of his endless war stories. David sat with his 
eyes half closed, expressing interest in every word that was said. 

Suddenly Samantha started in surprise as his hand reached over and stroked 
the flimsy material that covered her cunt. She tried to catch his eye but 
David avoided her glance, sitting back in his chair, a slight smile playing 
around the corners of his mouth as he pretended a serious interest in the 
story her father was telling. 

Blushing a deep crimson, Samantha removed David's hand and then looked to 
see if her mother had noticed anything. She was watching her husband, 
however, so Samantha relaxed, abandoning herself to the warm feelings that 
the wine was making as it raced around her body. 

The story finally came to its obvious end and for a brief moment there was 
silence around the little table. Then David stretched lazily and got to his 
feet. 

"Well," he said, "if you'll all excuse me, I must be going. That was a 
wonderful meal." Suddenly he stopped and Samantha saw a speculative look 
come into his eyes as he looked at both her parents. "I've been invited to a 
party up in Anacapri," he said eventually. "I don't suppose you'd all like 
to come?" 

Samantha started so violently that she spilled her wine. Obviously this was 
the same party that Mandy had mentioned that afternoon and from what she'd 
said, it hardly sounded suitable for parents. Desperately she hoped they 
would refuse, but her father, voice unsteady from the wine, thanked David 
profusely and said that they would be happy to come. 

"What are you trying to do?" Samantha hissed at David as soon as her parents 
had left to go back to their rooms to change. David smiled blandly and 
rolled the stem of his wine glass between his fingers, purposely avoiding 
her eyes. 

"Oh, I just thought that they might like a little entertainment You know, a 
little variety to brighten their drab lives." 

Samantha gasped. "But what are they going to say when they find out what 
sort of party it is? Please, David, don't do this to them." 

David sat up straight and put down his glass, then turned to Samantha and 
gripped her shoulders tightly with his fingers. "Look, Fred," he said. "I'm 
going to do what I fucking-well please. We're all going to have a ball at 
this party, them included. You saw the way your mother liked some honest to 
God screwing and I'm willing to lay you a bet your father's no exception." 

In a flashing moment of anger Samantha felt all her old hate returning. How 
could he be such a bastard? Okay, so he was a good lover, but all he ever 
seemed to think about was his own amusement. David's eyes were fixed 
intently on her face as if aware of everything she was thinking. She felt 
herself about to explode with rage but was interrupted by the return of her 
parents. 

"Well, are we all ready?" her mother said brightly, seemingly oblivious to 
the tension between her daughter and David. Swept up in the general 
movement, Samantha found herself out in the street before she could say 
anymore. Angrily she pulled her hand free of David's and stalked on in 
silence, listening to the inane chatter that her mother seemed capable of 
keeping up without pause. 

Once in the taxi and circumnavigating the tortuous bends in the road up to 
Anacapri, Samantha found some of her anger evaporating as she took in the 
beauty of the island that lay stretched out below them. The clusters of 
lights that made up the town of Capri seemed like jewels that shone and 
sparkled in the night and Samantha felt a pang of loss as the cab came into 
Anacapri and the lights were hidden by the side of the mountain. 

Once during the ride her father had asked David about the party they were 
going to but the question was shrugged aside by saying it's a party given by 
some film friends. 

The cab pulled up in front of an imposing white villa, set back slightly 
from the rest of the town. Sounds of music and laughter came from inside and 
Samantha caught sight of a floodlit pool around the side of the house, a 
rare luxury on an island where water was so scarce. 

David led the way up to the closed front door; it opened before he reached 
it and a group of gaily dressed people burst out and ran down the path, 
laughing excitedly as they disappeared around the side of the house. David 
smiled and ushered the party inside, standing aside to give Samantha a 
little pat on the ass before closing the door behind them. 

The room in which Samantha found herself was immense, a vast, pillared hall 
that extended the entire length of the house. Nearly a hundred people were 
dancing to music by a small jazz combo playing on a small stage. Light came 
from hundreds of flickering candles that made ever-changing patterns on the 
ceiling and walls. 

Samantha's first reaction was one of relief. Although several couples were 
necking on the dance floor, it seemed that nothing was going on that might 
upset her parents. David had left them for a minute but now returned, 
carrying a tray that contained four glasses. 

"A fruit punch," he explained. "Try it, it's really good." 

Expecting the worst, Samantha sniffed at her glass suspiciously. Somewhat to 
her surprise, it seemed like ordinary punch and she took a timid sip. David 
had been watching her with amusement, then he took a long pull from his own 
glass. 

"Go on," he urged. "It's not going to bite you." 

"Anything wrong?" her mother asked, already halfway through her own glass. 

Samantha shook her head, feeling acutely self-conscious, then took a longer 
drink. Certainly it tasted all right; spiked fairly heavily with vodka 
probably, but otherwise nothing in it she couldn't handle. Feeling rather 
foolish, she relaxed her guard and looked around. Although she was really 
worried about what David had said earlier, it seemed as if the party was 
unlikely to turn into an orgy after all. 

She saw Mandy dancing close by, clinging to a large Italian. She caught 
sight of Samantha and waved briefly before being swallowed up by the crowd. 
David had disappeared again but soon returned, bringing with him an elderly 
Italian introduced as Terry, the owner of the house and host of the party. 

Terry shook everyone's hand gravely, then bowed to Samantha's mother. "Might 
I have this dance?" he said in perfect English. Samantha's mother simpered 
slightly and allowed him to take her arm and lead her onto the dance-floor. 
A few moments later Mandy, having broken free from her Italian, came over to 
claim Samantha's father, leaving her and David alone again. 

"Want to dance?" he asked, but Samantha shook her head. 

"What sort of party is this?" 

David grinned. "Just a party party. Terry's going to hand out carnival masks 
later. That way no one will know who's doing what to who." 

Somehow David's words should have alarmed Samantha but she felt too warm and 
comfortable to care. It was as if all her fears had been wafted away on a 
stream of happiness. She felt as if she were standing in the middle of a 
great carpet made of fluffy cotton-balls. Even the dancers were moving on 
the same carpet, their actions slowed and muffled by the soft clouds of 
materials. 

"There was a drug in the punch, wasn't there?" Her voice seemed to come from 
far away and belong to someone else altogether. David's face was close to 
hers but he seemed a million miles away, as though seen through the wrong 
end of a telescope. 

"Don't worry," his voice sounded close to her ear. "The first rush will soon 
pass." 

Samantha tried to look at him indignantly. Why should she be worried? She 
was flying, skimming over the cotton balls without even touching them. 
Someone had his arms around her but she didn't know who. Music was sounding 
in the back of her head and she was dancing, the music flashes of color that 
kept pace with her movements. All time was compressed into a million years 
and one second. Someone had given her a mask. At one point she must have put 
it on because she could feel the cardboard hard against her face. People 
came and went, dim flashes on the edge of her mind. There were times when 
she knew she was dancing and she could feel David tight against her, his 
face nuzzled into the top of her hair. 

Then, after what seemed eternity, the world around her swung into some sort 
of focus. Samantha found herself in the middle of the dance-floor, swaying 
in time to the music while a circle of masked figures surrounded her, 
laughing and clapping in time with her movements. It was as though she had 
no will of her own, her muscles were moving of their own accord as if pulled 
by invisible strings controlled by the music. 

At last the music stopped and David came forward to catch her just as she 
slumped to the ground. 

"Hey! Fred. That was pretty good," he grinned as he guided her out from the 
main hall. 

"Where are we going?" she asked, her voice seeming to come from very far 
away. "Wait and see." David had stopped in front of a small door. He knocked 
quickly three times and then pushed inside a small room lit only by the glow 
from a dim red wall-light. The floor churned and pulsed under her and 
Samantha realized through the drug-induced haze that the entire floor was 
made up of a water bed, covered with a thick golden sheepskin rug. 

A naked figure lay on the rug, his face obscured by a mask like the one she 
was wearing. The shape of his body was so familiar to Samantha that she 
desperately tried to concentrate, tried to remember where she had seen it 
before. It was no good, the drug seemed to get between her and her past 
memories, it was as if the present was the only thing to exist. 

"I've brought you one," David said from behind her, his voice almost dancing 
with amusement. His hands fumbled with her blouse and skirt and then 
suddenly she was naked, her body rising and falling as the water bed surged 
beneath her. 

She turned round to ask David what was going on but he had disappeared. The 
door behind her was closing and she heard a muffled click, as if a key had 
just turned in the lock. 

She tried to feel afraid but she was filled with too great a sense of 
well-being. Slowly she turned back to the masked man who confronted her, 
watching in amazement as his prick started expanding, growing larger and 
larger until its entire throbbing length stood out in front of him. He was 
on his feet and moving slowly towards her, the floor rippling as he came 
forward. 

Samantha couldn't help it; her eyes were drawn irresistibly to the 
blood-engorged knob that faced her. Blood pounded through her body and she 
felt the juices of her cunt begin to flow as she sank to the floor, her head 
moving forward as if it had a will of its own until she could close her lips 
over the moist velvet head. The man gave a little shiver of pleasure and 
sank beside her, the floor rocking violently as the water gave under his 
weight. 

Samantha let the entire length of the shaft sink into her throat, savoring 
the quivering meat against her tongue. The man had shifted his position 
until he was lying with his back to the floor and Samantha moved across him, 
letting the weight of her body fall across his knees as she concentrated her 
full attention on his prick and testicles. 

At first she was content to just move her mouth up and down over the penis, 
enjoying the spasms of delight that ran through her partner's body. Then she 
let the head slide out of her mouth with a slight plop and moved her head 
down, nibbling and licking at the shaft until her lips closed over his 
testicles. With a little moan of ecstasy she sucked both balls into her 
mouth and rolled them around her tongue, feeling the entire length of his 
prick vibrate against her cheek. 

Her partner was lunging around as the sensual pleasure filled his body and 
the floor was moving with him, lifting Samantha up and down with a motion 
that seemed to add extra enjoyment to her actions. Suddenly she knew she 
wanted him to come, she wanted to feel his semen squirting into her mouth 
until she could take no more. Her body sexually aflame, she bobbed her head 
once again over his prick and taking most of the shaft into her mouth, 
sucked as hard as she was able, her hands coming up to encircle the base of 
the penis and squeeze at his balls in time with her mouth movements. 

It didn't matter who this man was underneath her. Nothing mattered except 
that he give her all the love-juice he had to give. Faster and faster she 
sucked, her mouth becoming a vacuum pump as she pulled the beautiful juice 
out of his testicles. The body she was working on was going crazy and it was 
all she could do to keep her mouth over the prick. Then the man gave a last 
throaty moan and his rod jerked violently, squirting load after load of 
sticky-sweet come into her waiting mouth. She sucked and sucked as she had 
never sucked before, the muscles of her throat working desperately to 
swallow all the semen that he was giving her. 

His come felt so good as it slid down the back of her throat and she felt 
her own body rising to a peak of pleasure. She didn't want him to ever stop 
pumping. She would have given anything to have an endless future with her 
mouth filled with his prick, swallowing down his wonderful come. 

But finally his Orgasm was over. Samantha sucked with all her might to draw 
the last few drops of come from his wilting prick. When there was nothing 
left, she raised her head slowly, her body still aflame with unsatisfied 
desire. The man lay still, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he 
recovered from the power of his orgasm. Samantha rolled over and looked at 
him, wondering if he were going to take the initiative for the next stage. 
Her cunt was pulsing with an agonizing pleasure that needed release and she 
moaned softly as her fingers sought the sopping opening and plunged in as 
far as they could reach. 

The drug in her blood made Samantha aware of every nerve in her body. The 
wash of sensual pleasure that was starting from her pussy made her oblivious 
to everything except the need for sexual release. Realizing that her partner 
was not going to make the next move, Samantha rolled back onto his body 
until her dripping cunt was positioned directly over his mashed face, her 
knees gripping his head tightly on either side. At first his head moved from 
side to side as if he was trying to escape but then his tongue came out 
through the mask and touched tentatively at the lips of her vagina. 

A gust of flame swept up from her cunt and Samantha pressed down harder, 
forcing her pussy onto her partner. He seemed to get the idea and his tongue 
started moving with more confidence, lapping at her clit before plunging 
deep into the sweet depths of her cunt. 

Samantha rocked and thrashed in sensual pleasure, the water bed echoing the 
movements of her body. Quickly she lowered her head until she was lying flat 
on top of him and took his limp prick into her mouth, sucking and licking at 
it until she felt it begin to recover. The man's tongue was moving like a 
wild animal inside her pussy, flicking away at the walls of her vagina 
before swirling around her clit. Streams of white lightning were burning a 
path up her spine and Samantha felt her fingers and toes curling with 
exquisite pleasure. 

At one stage the man took her throbbing clit directly into his mouth and bit 
down on it, holding it firmly between his teeth while she thrashed and 
squirmed on top of him. Samantha's breath was coming faster and faster, 
short gasps that forced themselves out of a mouth filled with a rapidly 
expanding cock. 

Somewhere in the far distance she could hear music and it seemed to her as 
if the throbbing delight that was pulsing through her cunt kept time to the 
beat. Her partner's tongue was a delicious symbol of all the pleasure in the 
world, carrying her to new and unimagined peaks of wonder. The prick was 
fully erect again, a quivering monster that filled her mouth to overflowing. 
Up and down she bobbed her head, relishing the feeling of the meaty head 
sinking deep into the back of her throat. She tried to keep her movements in 
time with those of her partner's as the two bodies swayed and rocked on the 
surging water bed. Multi-colored sparks were exploding behind her 
tightly-closed eyes as her orgasm burst on her, carrying her before it like 
a mighty tidal wave that drowned everything in the course of its passage. 
Her body and mind merged into a great maelstrom of thundering sensation, a 
vortex of delight that carried her to the stars and beyond. 

By the time she came aware of her surroundings again, the man was 
withdrawing his prick from her mouth. For a brief moment he looked at it, 
touching it gently to see if it was suitably hard, then he rolled from under 
her and stood up, looking down at Samantha's prone body with his lips bared 
in a sensual grin. 

Balancing himself against the rocking of the floor, he reached down to pull 
Samantha to her feet, holding her against him for a while as his hands 
explored every part of her body. Samantha shivered with pleasure as his 
fingers paused over one of her nipples, kneading it softly before moving on 
down her body to toy with the damp sweetness between her thighs. 

Every touch of his fingers sent little shivers up and down her spine and she 
relaxed against him, willing to let him decide the course of the fucking 
that was to follow. 

At last her partner seemed to make up his mind and, sliding down into a 
slightly crouched position, he rubbed his prick around the crotch hair just 
outside her pussy. Desperately Samantha brought her hands down to force the 
prick into her waiting cunt but he held her off, teasing her with the head 
of his prick until her passions were inflamed to an unbearable degree. Then, 
when she felt she could bear it no longer, he urged his body up, thrusting 
his erect pole into her cunt with such force that she was almost pushed off 
her feet. 

"AAAAaaaahhhh!" Samantha yelled, the great prick stretching her cunt to its 
limit. Violently she began to buck against him, making the wonderful penis 
sink even deeper into her violated crotch. Once fully in, her partner paused 
for a moment as if enjoying the feeling of being buried balls-deep in 
quivering cunt, then he reached down, grabbing her thighs with one hand 
while the other pressed against the small of her back. 

Before Samantha was aware of what was being planned, her partner swept her 
off her feet and, using his hands to steady her, pivoted her around his 
prick until her head was hanging inches from the floor. The great hunk of 
meat churned and stretched her vagina, making Samantha blubber and sob with 
delicious pain as her cunt swiveled around. She came almost immediately, an 
orgasm that left her weak and quivering. The man brought his hands up to 
hold her legs, pulling her into him until he was supporting her entire 
weight. Samantha closed her eyes, abandoning herself to the strange and 
wonderful feelings as the cock plunged in and out of her steaming cunt. Her 
head hung so loosely that it banged against her partner's legs every time 
the prick pumped in. Samantha didn't care, however, she was oblivious to 
everything except the great fucking she was getting. The blood running to 
her head only seemed to increase the feelings of sensual delight that pulsed 
through her body with ever-increasing frequency. 

The water bed took up the rhythm of the fucking, rocking and surging in 
sympathy with the masked man's movements. His cock was sliding in and out of 
her cunt like a well-greased piston, his balls slapping hard against her 
crotch hair every time the head slammed into the wall of her womb. Samantha 
could hear his breath coming faster and faster as he neared his own orgasm, 
increasing the rate of his fucking so that the prick seemed to be moving 
with the speed of light. 

Streams of fire blazed through her body, bringing her into an endless path 
of orgasms that seemed to go on for ever. Orgasm succeeded orgasm with the 
speed of machine-gun fire. Then, as his come pumped deep into her womb, 
Samantha's back arched and she screamed in agonizing joy, the molten semen 
of his climax seeming to accelerate her into a realm of orgasmic pleasure 
she would never have believed possible. 

Weakly she slipped off the man's prick and sank into the deep rug, feeling 
the water surge away from the impact of her body. All her nerves still 
tingled from her recent fucking, a fucking even better than any that David 
had given her. She felt a great warmth and tenderness for this man who had 
given her so much pleasure. Rolling over on her stomach, she looked at the 
masked face that was just inches away from her. The man's breath was coming 
in exhausted gasps but he reached a hand over to fondle her breasts, playing 
idly with the nipples until they stood out taut and hard against his 
fingers. 

The effects of whatever drug David had given her were beginning to wear off 
but Samantha felt a great sense of peace and contentment. 

"I've really been well-fucked," she murmured. Half sitting up, she reached 
over to pull the mask off the man beside her, anxious to see the face of 
someone who could fuck her better than David. Then, as the mask came away, 
she gave a gasp of horror and stiffened, fighting down the nausea that rose 
up in her throat. She was looking into the face of her father. 

He sat up and grinned at her, not realizing who had unmasked him. 

"Come on," he said. "You've had a look at me, now it's my turn to see what 
sort of a girl I've been screwing for the last hour." His hand came up to 
remove her mask but Samantha backed away desperately. 

"No... no!" she almost screamed. "Stay away from me." 

Her father stopped, puzzled. "But what's wrong?" Samantha shook her head, 
fighting back the tears that were almost blinding her. He didn't know what 
he had done. He really didn't know. Quickly she grabbed her clothes and 
rushed to the door, not daring to say another word in case he recognized her 
voice. She gave a sob of relief when the door opened and she plunged out 
into the passage, forcing herself not to look back where her father was 
standing, watching her hurried exit with astonishment. 

Quickly she dressed, the tears forcing their way down her face. How could 
David have been so cruel? He must have set the whole thing up as his idea of 
a laugh. She mopped at the tears with her sleeve and then started off toward 
the main hall, her feet moving almost automatically. She felt dirty, 
unclean, a victim of the most terrible practical joke that anyone could have 
devised. 

The main hall was in darkness, the candles all extinguished. The floor was 
covered with couples, busy with their own sexual delights and Samantha 
stumbled blindly among them, unsure of what she should do. 

"Samantha, darling, do come and join us." A soft voice halted her and she 
looked down to see Mandy and another girl twined in a passionate embrace. 
She shook her head and tried to move on, but Mandy caught hold of her foot. 

"If you're looking for David," she purred, "you'll find him up on the stage. 
But I rather think he's busy," Samantha pulled herself free and moved on, 
suddenly aware that what she wanted to do more than anything else in the 
world was find David and kill him. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the 
light and as she mounted the steps onto the small stage, she found she could 
see quite clearly. 

There were only two people lying on the floor and Samantha recognized 
immediately David's Satanic features, his hips working rapidly as he pumped 
his prick into the plump white body of the woman who was astride him. Blind 
with fury, Samantha stepped forward and was on the point of pulling the 
woman off him when she stopped, realizing that the woman was her mother. 

Her lips bared in an animal snarl, Samantha's mother was bouncing up and 
down on David's prick as if it was the first time she had been fucked in 
years. 

"That's right, that's right," she panted. "Fuck me... Oh! Fuck me hard." 

David was obliging, screwing her with all his strength. In spite of 
Samantha's desire to get away from the horrible sight, her eyes kept on 
being drawn back to David's huge prick, splattering little drops of her 
mother's cunt juices all over the floor as it heaved its way in and out of 
her gaping pussy. 

Slowly Samantha backed away, her mind reeling with what she had just seen. 
The effects of the drug had worn off completely, banished by the double 
shock she had so recently suffered. 

Not bothering to control the tears that were streaming down her face, she 
ran back across the copulating couples until she reached the front door. It 
was only when she came out into the Mediterranean night that she realized 
she had left her shoes in the room with her father. 

"Signorina?" A soft Italian voice made her look up into the smiling face of 
a young boy. "You wish a taxi?" 

Samantha nodded and allowed herself to be led down to the road and installed 
in the front seat of one of the open taxies that back-fired their way up and 
down the roads of the island. 

The boy got in beside her and stared away from the villa, his clear brown 
eyes looking at her with a worried expression. 

"It is not good that you are unhappy, Signorina," he said eventually. "Capri 
is an island of romance and happiness, not tears." 

"I'm sorry." In spite of the way she was feeling, Samantha couldn't help 
being touched by this concern. He looked so very young and so very innocent. 

"Where do you live?" 

"The Quis..." Samantha stopped, she couldn't go back to the Quisisana now, 
not after what had happened. The thought of having to face either of her 
parents made her feel sick. 

"I don't know," she admitted and then, before she could stop it, tears were 
rolling down her face as she poured the story of the whole horrible night 
into the sympathetic ears of the young Italian. 

"That such men should live," he said when she'd finished. Pulling the cab 
over to the side of the road and stopping, he sat, deep in thought; then his 
face brightened. "My sister has a small house down by the harbor. She is 
away in Naples tonight. I am sure she would not mind if you were to stay 
there." 

The taxi started off with a great jolt and as the cool night air caressed 
her flushed cheeks, Samantha felt some of her tensions seeping away. 

The house by the harbor was tiny. There was barely room for the big bed in 
the bedroom but Samantha sank into it thankfully, almost numb with 
exhaustion. The cab-driver, who'd said his name was Sergio, hovered around, 
doing everything in his power to make her comfortable. 

Only when she was in bed did Samantha really look closely at the boy, seeing 
the desire in his eyes that he was trying so hard to keep hidden. Suddenly 
the thought of such a young innocent child seemed refreshing after the filth 
of David and his friends. 

"Come here," Samantha said softly, holding out her arms. Sergio blushed a 
bright red but moved toward her, the bulge in his pants proving his sexual 
desire. 

Astonished at her own reactions, Samantha started to undress him, feeling a 
little surge of joy as the boy's obviously virgin prick twitched between her 
fingers. Gone were all the horrors of the day; all she wanted was to be kind 
and gentle as she initiated Sergio into the joys of sex. 

Softly she stroked his body, drawing him toward her until his mouth crushed 
hers in an inexpert kiss. Then, as she guided his small but firm cock into 
the warm folds of her cunt, she gave a little sigh and held him to her like 
a mother nursing a child. 

He was over-eager and inexperienced. Two short strokes and his come spurted 
into her vagina but somehow Samantha didn't mind. "How old are you?" she 
asked Sergio afterwards. 

The boy looked bashful. "Just sixteen," he admitted shyly. Samantha laughed 
and, settling down comfortably in the bed, finally slept with the boy curled 
in her arms. 

 CHAPTER FIVE

 When Samantha awoke, she looked around her in surprise, wondering where she 
was. The warm body beside her stirred and as she looked into Sergio's young 
and sleepy face, suddenly all the events of the previous night came back to 
her in a hideous rush. The small bedroom stank of sweat and unwashed bodies 
and Samantha pulled herself from under the covers with an exclamation of 
distaste. 

"How do you feel?" Sergio said, sitting up in bed, the morning light 
glinting on his leanly muscular body. 

Samantha smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, feeling her body 
surge slightly as his hard masculine odor filled her senses. Timidly, Sergio 
brought his hand down to stroke the velvet skin between her thighs, his eyes 
looking up at her appealingly. 

Samantha wanted to get away, wanted to go back to the hotel and confront her 
parents, but the boy's caresses were setting her blood surging and causing 
little shivers to run up and down her back. 

Her breath coming faster, Samantha rolled back into the bed and lay close to 
Sergio, exulting in the feeling of his prick rising up straight and hard 
between her legs. Slowly she slid under the covers, licking and nibbling at 
Sergio's body until her mouth could close over his erect prick. The blankets 
that covered her were like a shroud, leaving her in almost complete darkness 
as she opened her mouth to its full extent, sucking down the jutting tool 
until Sergio's balls were bobbing next to her chin. 

Backwards and forwards Samantha moved, lavishing all her technique on the 
beautiful prick. Sergio was sobbing and moaning in an agony of delight, his 
body arching back with every movement of her tongue. It was only when she 
knew that he was near to spilling his load that she stopped sucking, moving 
back up his body until his prick was positioned directly in front of her 
cunt. 

Sergio was looking at her with the devotion of a small dog and for a brief 
moment Samantha almost had to laugh. He looked so funny with his penis 
jutting out, obviously unsure of what was expected of him. 

"Get round behind me," she ordered, shifting her position until she was 
kneeling on her elbows and knees, her cunt sticking up in the air. Now 
Sergio needed little urging. Samantha shook with pleasure as the hard meat 
eased its way into her pussy from the rear, sinking in until she could feel 
the boy's balls pressed tight against her buttocks. The prick went in so 
deep that she was sure it was coming right up inside her. Pressing her head 
into the blanket to stifle her cries, she rocked backwards and forwards on 
her knees, letting the gorgeous rod slip easily in and out of her pulsing 
cunt. Sergio was panting with effort as he slammed his penis into her and 
Samantha could feel spasms of pleasure working their way through her body. 
Silently she prayed that the boy would not come too soon; that he would be 
able to hold back on his orgasm until he could bring her to climax. 

Her wish was granted. Even as Sergio gave a last gasp and pumped his 
love-juice deep into her pussy, Samantha gave a yelping cry and fell forward 
onto the bed, racked with a tempestuous orgasm that exploded through her 
body like a forest fire. 

Her cunt muscles jumped and squirmed, milking the boy's prick of every drop 
of come. Even when it was all over she was unwilling to let him go, 
tightening her muscles until he was held firmly inside her. 

"That was beautiful," she murmured, her voice still muffled by the covers. 
"Thank you." 

Sergio grinned self-consciously. "Signorina, thank you for what you have 
shown me." 

Samantha sat up and used the corner of a blanket to mop at the boy's come 
that was dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Then she got to her feet 
and listlessly began to get dressed, suddenly remembering the ordeal that 
lay ahead of her. 

"Will you take me back to the Quisisana?" she asked when she was as tidy as 
she could make herself. Sergio nodded, pulling on his pants with a fluid 
movement of youth and grace that set Samantha's blood tingling yet again. 

On the ride back up to the hotel, neither of them spoke. Samantha was lost 
in thought as to how she could possibly face her parents. Had David told her 
father what he had done last night? Somehow that would be the sort of thing 
she'd expect him to get a kick from. And maybe he'd told Father how he'd 
been fucking his wife. God, Samantha thought, gritting her teeth in fury; 
how I hate the bastard. 

Samantha got out of the cab and kissed Sergio briefly, hardly hearing his 
stammered request for another date. As she walked through the Piazza towards 
the Quisisana, it seemed as if the whole town was conspiring to make her 
feel happy in spite of her feelings. The bells on the clock-tower were 
ringing cheerfully, the sun was blazing down on the brightly colored Campari 
umbrellas and even the people, milling around the tables of the outdoor 
cafes, seemed full of the joy of life. 

"Samantha... Samantha." Samantha turned to find out who was calling and saw 
her father pushing his way through the crowd, his face taut with concern. 

"Thank God we found you," he panted as he came up to her. "Your mother and I 
have been looking everywhere for you. When you didn't come back to the hotel 
after the party, we were frightened that something... might have happened." 

He gripped her arm hard and led her back across the Piazza toward the hotel. 
Samantha was thinking hard. Obviously David hadn't let him know what he'd 
done, at least not yet. 

"I left the party almost immediately," she said eventually. "As soon as I 
found out... what was going on." 

Her father blushed a bright crimson and his grip on her arm tightened. "I'm 
afraid I remember almost nothing of it," he said. Both your mother and I 
must have slightly overindulged with the champagne. However David said that 
he was very sorry, he had no idea it was going to turn into an..." He 
paused, stumbling for the word. 

"An orgy," Samantha suggested helpfully. 

Her father blushed again. "Anyway it was unforgivable for us to have exposed 
you to such a thing. David has been out of his mind with worry, he blames 
himself for the whole thing." 

"I'll bet he does," Samantha muttered under her breath, breathing a sigh of 
relief that her father was so worried that he forgot to ask her where she 
had spent the night. Samantha had no intention of volunteering the 
information. 

Back at the hotel, she avoided the recriminations of her mother and locked 
herself in her room, settling under the stinging water of the shower with a 
sigh of pleasure. It was only after she had thoroughly washed away the grime 
of the previous twenty-four hours that Samantha began to feel slightly more 
human. 

She was dressed and combing her hair when a timid knock sounded on the door. 

"Who is it?" Samantha called. 

"It's only me." Her mother's voice was muffled by the heavy wood. Samantha 
got up and went over to unlock the door, standing aside as her mother came 
into the room. 

"Sam..." she stopped unable to go on. 

"Yes, Mother." 

"... About last night. Neither of us had any idea of what we were letting 
you in for. David feels very badly about inviting us. He'd really such a 
sweet boy and he had no idea..." 

"Mother." Samantha's voice was sharp. "I saw you and David together." 

"Oh!" Silence fell for a long moment, then she tried again. "Sam, I know 
there's no excuse, but please try to understand." 

"Understand!" Samantha sprang to her feet, the anger flooding through her 
body in a mighty wave. "What the hell is there to understand? You try to 
understand, Mother. Try to understand that David seduced me on the boat; 
that he's been fucking me ever since; that he even got my father to fuck me 
last night, just try to understand that." 

The woman had gone white, her face drawn so tight it looked almost like a 
skull. She half rose to her feet, the breath whistling out of her body with 
a sound like a leaking pipe. Inarticulate words gobbled from her mouth as 
she held out her hands to her daughter. Then she collapsed, her body falling 
heavily across the carpet. 

"Mother!" Samantha screamed, throwing herself down beside the prone figure. 
The pulse beat was erratic, the face blue and cold. Desperately Samantha 
loosened her clothes and then ran to the phone to call for help. 

The next few hours were like a nightmare. Her father almost broke down when 
a local doctor announced a massive heart attack. David had conveniently 
disappeared which was probably just as well. Samantha felt that she would 
almost certainly kill him if she caught sight of him. 

A helicopter transferred her mother to the mainland and she was rushed to a 
Naples hospital, Samantha and her father in anxious attendance. 

It was almost twenty-four hours before the doctors pronounced her out of 
danger. 

"I want you to go back to Capri," her father had said, his face haggard with 
fatigue. Hopelessly Samantha protested but he was firm. "There's no point in 
both of us sitting in the hospital all day," he'd said, refusing to discuss 
the question any further. Finally Samantha bowed to the inevitable. She 
couldn't tell him her reasons for not wanting to go back without adding to 
his sorrow. 

David was waiting on the key, for once without his usual grin. Samantha 
tried to avoid him but he fought his way through the disembarking passengers 
towards her. 

"I've been meeting every ferry," he said. "I just wanted to say how sorry I 
am." 

Samantha met his level gaze and something in his eyes told her he was 
telling the truth. "I ought to hate you," she said finally. "In fact I would 
have killed you yesterday but with my mother so ill, somehow it doesn't seem 
important any more." 

David managed a weak grin and took her arm, leading her towards a waiting 
cab. She managed to get rid of him when they got to the hotel and went up to 
her room, collapsing on her bed to let the tensions of the past days release 
themselves in violent tears. 

David was waiting for her on the terrace, a drink in front of him. He stood 
up as she approached and pulled out a chair. For a moment Samantha was 
amazed at the change that had come over him. He was so kind and calming and, 
as drink followed drink, Samantha found herself relaxing and forgetting 
about her mother. Without realizing it, she leaned back against the young 
writer, feeling a comfort in the strength of his arms. Her mind peacefully 
clouded with wine, it seemed almost natural that they should go upstairs to 
fuck. Samantha found David's thrusting prick a perfect escape from worries, 
almost forgetting that he was the person directly responsible for what had 
happened. 

"What do you think of sex now?" David asked her at one point, when they were 
both lying back in post-orgasmic lassitude. 

"Mmmm, lovely," Samantha murmured, too drowsy to think about anything but 
the present. 

"Splendid." David hooked himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. 
"There's a little gathering that I'm going to tonight. It'll be rather like 
Terry's party, but I promise no one will make you do anything you don't want 
to do. Are you interested?" 

Somewhere deep down in her mind a little warning buzzer sounded but Samantha 
was too comfortable to pay it any attention. 

"Alright," she said agreeably. 

It was dusk before David suggested they get started and as they left the 
town and started up one of the small island paths, Samantha began to feel 
nagging doubts. 

"Where are we going?" she asked, looking around in bewilderment at the 
unkempt path they were following. 

"The Villa Iovis," David answered. "The old Roman villa that the Emperor 
Tiberius built at the far end of the island. It's usually completely 
deserted; no one goes anywhere near it at night." 

Samantha shivered slightly, suddenly afraid. 

"Do we have to go?" she whispered. 

David gave her a reassuring kiss. "Don't worry," he said. "There'll be 
plenty of people there tonight. Even Mandy's coming up for the ceremony." 

Ceremony; somehow the word made Samantha feel even more uneasy. They had 
been walking for almost an hour before the great bulk of the ruins became 
visible, silhouetted against the night sky. The wind howled eerily through 
the fallen stonework, sending chills up and down Samantha's spine. 

David picked his way over the broken paths with the skill of long practice, 
finally bringing her to a flight of ruined steps that led downward, 
seemingly right into the earth. A deadly chill was in the air and the wind 
howled like a lost soul in endless torment. 

"Please let's go back," Samantha begged. "This place gives me the creeps." 

David laughed, the same Satanic laugh she had first found so disturbing. 
"You've come too far to go back now," he said ominously, leading the way 
down the crumbling stairs. 

Above the sound of the wind Samantha could make out another noise, a low 
chant that rose and fell with eerie harmony, at times even seeming to blend 
in with the howl of the wind. The steps led into an underground passage, as 
cold and damp as a tomb. In the distance there was a faint flickering light 
that got steadily brighter as they approached. At last David led the way 
into a great underground chamber, lit by a mass of flickering torches. 

Nearly fifty people filled the open space, all of them gazing towards an 
altar set up at one end. An upside-down crucifix was attached to the wall, 
the twisted face of the Christ seeming to mock the worshippers who stood 
around the altar. The chant rose in volume as Samantha came into the 
chamber, all eyes suddenly turning to a small entrance on one side of the 
altar. For a moment there was no movement, then a little man, dressed in 
black robes, came forward to take his place in front of the congregation. 

"What's happening?" Samantha whispered to David. 

"It's a black mass." 

Samantha shuddered. She had heard stories of devil cults but never in her 
wildest dreams had she thought she'd be at one of their ceremonies. 

A golden chalice, probably stolen from a church, was passed from mouth to 
mouth; Samantha took a swig, then almost gagged on the revolting contents. 
She passed the cup on and swallowed, surprised by the gush of warmth that 
spread through her body as the liquid hit her stomach. For a moment she 
panicked, remembering the night of Terry's party. 

"It's alright," David said, holding her hand tightly. "It's only belladonna, 
it'll just make you more relaxed." 

Indeed everything was taking on a warm, rosy glow and Samantha moved back 
against David, letting him hold her as she watched the ceremony proceed. At 
first she understood little of what was going on. The priest, if that's who 
he was, spoke endlessly in Latin and the entire congregation chanted in 
reply. In many ways it reminded her of the church services she used to 
attend back in America. 

Finally the priest intoned a last response and gave a signal, beckoning to 
some people who were still hidden in the small opening. Three men came 
forward, leading a girl who was dressed in a flowing white robe. From where 
Samantha was standing, it seemed as though the girl was either drugged or 
hypnotized. She moved with the lifeless step of a sleepwalker, advancing 
towards the altar until halted by her attendants. 

The whole crowd waited, hushed and expectant, as the priest slowly 
approached her. He stood, looking into her eyes for a long moment before 
suddenly reaching out to rip the white robe off, tossing it to the ground to 
leave the girl standing completely nude in front of the altar. 

"We dedicate this gift to Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness." The priest's 
quavering voice reached clearly to where Samantha was standing and to her 
surprise, she found he was speaking in English. 

For a while no one moved, except the priest -he was rubbing his hands up and 
down the firm, young body that faced him. The drug had given Samantha 
clearer than usual perception and she watched intently as the priest bent 
down and thrust a forefinger deep into the girl's cunt. He paused there for 
a moment, then withdrew and brought the finger up to his mouth, licking the 
cunt juices off his finger with relish. 

The chant had started again, slowly swelling louder as one of the acolytes 
handed a burning taper to the priest. He accepted it and then stood directly 
in front of the girl, holding the dancing flame under each breast in turn, 
twisting the taper so that the taut nipples came into the hottest part of 
the flame. 

Samantha shuddered and felt slightly sick, smelling the sweet scent of 
burning skin and flesh that drifted through the chamber. The girl made no 
move, seemingly oblivious to the pain. 

The priest nodded, satisfied, and tossed the taper to the floor. 

"Thank you, oh Great Lucifer," he intoned. "Thank you for finding this gift 
acceptable." 

The three acolytes now lifted the girl onto the altar, positioning her so 
that her legs were spread wide enough to reveal the furry blonde fuzz of her 
cunt hair. The chant was getting louder and louder, even David joined in the 
harmony. Suddenly the priest threw off his robes to reveal himself as stark 
naked as the girl. Slowly he mounted the altar, his great prick standing out 
in front of him like a stake. Without any hesitation he plunged it directly 
into the girl's pussy, ramming it home as hard as he could. 

Still the girl showed no awareness of what was happening. She lay perfectly 
still as the priest fucked her with furious intensity, plunging his rod in 
and out of her cunt, unmindful of how he might be damaging the delicate 
tissue of the vagina. 

Faster and faster he fucked her, the soft slurping of his prick carrying all 
over the chamber. Finally he gave a great cry and withdrew his prick just as 
he hit his climax. Great globs of come splattered onto the girl's body and 
face. 

The chant had died away and a great sigh came from the audience. Several of 
the women broke from the crowd and ran forward, swarming up onto the altar 
to lick the sticky, white goo off the girl's body. 

Samantha watched in astonishment as the priest took up the chalice and 
stroked the last few drops of his semen into the liquid. Then he moved 
forward to pour the contents of the chalice into the girl's pussy, holding 
her up slightly so that it flowed back into the cup well mixed with her cunt 
juices. 

Sinking to his knees, the priest held the brimming chalice up to the altar 
before rising again to face the congregation. 

"Now let the sacrifice be taken," he said in a solemn voice. 

Immediately everyone started to rip off their clothes and Samantha found 
herself caught up in the action, tearing off her dress as if she couldn't 
wait to be rid of it. 

One by one the people lined up in front of the altar, David guiding Samantha 
into a position at the end of line. 

The three acolytes were the first to have the girl. Each first took a long 
swallow from the chalice before mounting the altar to place their erect 
pricks in her violated cunt, fucking her until each had climaxed inside her. 

Then it was the turn of the audience, men and women both. Each would take a 
gulp from the chalice before moving up onto the altar. The men fucked the 
girl, all reaching climax until the whole lower part of her body was running 
with come. The women brought their faces down to her cunt, drinking deeply 
of the juice that welled out from between her thighs. 

As Samantha's turn approached she started feeling slightly sick again and 
looked around desperately, hoping for a way to escape. Too quickly she was 
at the head of the line and there was nothing for her to do but take the 
chalice that the priest offered her, gulping down the acrid liquid and 
feeling the glow spread inside her like it had before. Then slowly, her body 
shaking, Samantha mounted the altar and brought her head down over the 
girl's cunt. A little blood was mixed in with the come and Samantha shivered 
convulsively. Shutting her eyes tightly, she poked out her tongue to lap at 
the salty-sweet juice. 

Stepping down quickly, Samantha tried to fight down her nausea as David took 
his place, squelching his prick into the girl's overflowing pussy. 

When everyone had taken their share and were back in their places, the 
acolytes removed the limp body of the sacrifice and carried her out of the 
chamber. Samantha's skin was burning with the drug in spite of the damp 
cold. Although her mind told her she should feel disgust and horror at what 
had just been done, somehow her body was singing with exhilaration. She 
could still taste the come on her lips, the come that had come from almost 
thirty different men. She didn't know if it was the effect of the drug or 
not but suddenly she had an insane desire to feel all thirty inside her, all 
climaxing in her cunt like they had with the girl. 

"Who was that girl?" she asked David. 

"Just a local girl. She probably did something to anger the priest. That's 
why she was chosen as the sacrifice." 

"Will she be alright?" 

David shrugged his shoulders. "Probably. That drug she was fed kept her 
totally relaxed. I doubt if she suffered any serious damage." 

Samantha's own cunt was burning with urgent desire and she eagerly moved 
against David, taking his almost-firm prick in her hands and guiding it 
between her legs. 

"Take it easy," David muttered, pulling back slightly. "There'll be plenty 
of time for that later." 

Samantha sobbed her frustration but turned her attention back to the priest. 

The acolytes had returned to the chamber, pushing before them a woman who 
was anything but drugged. Stark naked, her feet were hobbled and her hands 
were tied tightly behind her back. She appeared to be about forty, her vivid 
red hair contrasting strongly with the pure white of her skin. As soon as 
she saw the priest, she began mouthing curses but one of the acolytes 
quietened her down by slapping her hard across the mouth. Finally she 
subsided into silence, only her eyes glaring her hatred at those around her. 

The priest waited until everyone in the chamber was still, then held up his 
hands for attention. 

"My people," he began, his voice high and fierce, "this woman, damned in the 
sight of Lucifer, stands accused of giving information to our enemies. Only 
last week twenty of our flock were arrested by the police because of what 
she had told them. Therefore it is right that she should suffer punishment 
according to the laws of the Prince of Darkness." 

"What's going to happen to her?" Samantha asked. 

"Quiet," David growled. "Wait and see." 

A swelling roar of anger rose from the audience, becoming louder and louder 
until it broke into screams of "suffer, suffer" and "pain, pain." The priest 
nodded, well satisfied, and beckoned for the woman to be brought forward. 
Quickly and expertly she was trussed to the altar in such a way that she was 
bent double over it, her ass sticking out towards the audience. Scream and 
shout though she did, there was no way that she could get free. 

One of the acolytes came forward and handed the priest a huge rubber object 
that Samantha recognized as a dildo. He examined it for a moment, rubbing 
his hands gleefully over its shiny surface, then he advanced until its head 
was gently nuzzling at the fuzz surrounding the woman's cunt. Samantha was 
amazed by the size of the thing. It looked as though it was almost ten 
inches long and at least two inches wide. 

It'll never fit inside her, she thought, watching the priest with rising 
interest. He paused for a while, teasing the lips of the labia before 
suddenly thrusting the dildo deep inside the gaping cunt. Without any 
lubrication it must have been agony and a long, bubbling scream came from 
the woman on the altar. 

The dildo had gone in about six inches but now the priest worked it in still 
further, inch by inch, until the entire length was buried in the scarlet 
fuzz that surrounded the woman's vagina. 

Only when it was completely buried did the priest step back, taking a long 
vicious-looking whip from one of the acolytes and flexing it between his 
hands. Very gently he brought it down on the buttocks of his victim, barely 
flicking at the soft skin. The woman gave another scream and jerked herself 
off the altar as far as the ropes would allow. The priest smiled, a slow 
evil smile that made Samantha's blood run cold. Then he flexed his muscles 
and brought the whip down hard, one of the thongs curling around the end of 
the dildo and giving it a jerk as the others bit deep into the flesh. 

Again and again the whip fell, forcing terrifying screams from the mouth of 
the victim. It was only when the woman lay still and unconscious that the 
priest lowered the whip and gave a sign for the acolytes to revive her with 
cold water. He reached over and grabbed the end of the dildo firmly, pulling 
at it hard until the expanded cunt released it with a loud plop. 

"And now," he said softly, his voice carrying easily in the silence, "it is 
time for Lucifer himself to take his revenge." 

From the passage that David and Samantha had come down earlier a small group 
of men appeared, half pulling and half carrying a large goat. Its horns had 
been painted black and a black cloth was tied around its body, hiding 
everything but the genitals. 

The goat was brought up to the altar and the priest beckoned one of the 
women up from the audience. Samantha gave a gasp of horror as the man held 
tightly to the struggling goat, lifting it so that its prick was within easy 
reach of the woman's mouth. Eagerly she took the animal's genitals between 
her lips, sucking and licking at the penis until it started to grow erect 
and hard. Unwillingly she relinquished her tasty morsel and stepped back 
into the crowd, leaving the goat with the biggest erection Samantha had ever 
seen. 

At a signal from the priest, the men carried the animal over to where the 
woman was still struggling against her bonds. Placing the goat's forelegs on 
her back, they pushed it in until the prick was directly in line with her 
cunt. At first the animal tried to struggle away but as it felt its prick 
sink into the moist flesh, it allowed itself to be shoved until the whole 
length was buried in steaming pussy. 

The woman screamed and fought, almost split open by the animal's rod. 
Holding tightly to its coat, the attendants began to rock the goat backwards 
and forwards until finally a fountain of white liquid gushed into the cunt, 
filling it to overflowing. The woman gave a last soul-piercing scream and 
lay still, a combination of animal come and blood oozing out of her pussy. 

A great shout of triumph echoed from the throats of the watchers and the 
priest held up his arms for silence. 

"The Prince of Darkness has filled this woman with his seed. So are all 
enemies of Lucifer punished. Now, my children, worship... worship our Lord." 

The woman on the altar was forgotten as the audience turned to each other 
with cries of pleasure. Within moments the floor was a mass of copulating 
bodies, thrashing around in every possible combination of sexual activity. 

"Now, my Fred," David said, his voice alive with laughter, "what was it you 
said you wanted to do?" 

Samantha looked at his huge prick, jutting out inches from her thighs, but 
somehow all she could think of was the goat. The screams of agony from the 
woman on the altar were still ringing in her ears, even though she had been 
removed by the acolytes. 

She tried to break away but David grabbed her and put his arms tightly 
around her waist, lifting her up off the ground until his prick sank neatly 
into her contracted cunt. Samantha gave a gasp, half of pleasure, half of 
pain, and then twined her arms and legs around him, raising and lowering her 
body to let the beautiful prick sink deeper and deeper into her. 

Slowly David sank to the ground, holding her in such a way that his penis 
never came out of her vagina. Once they were both settled, he began to heave 
in and out, letting the head sink deep into her womb before pulling it out 
altogether to worry at her clitoris. There were times when he remained still 
for a while, buried balls deep, almost as if getting back his breath. Then 
he would begin to rotate his hips, churning the rod around until Samantha 
thought that she'd go wild with agony and delight. Faster and faster he 
fucked her, his breath gasping against her mouth as he thrust his prick in 
and out. Samantha squealed and moaned, blubbering her love and pleasure 
against his beard as she rode his rod like a horse, thrusting her hips up to 
meet every stroke that he pumped into her. 

Waves of sensuous pleasure surged through her body and her cunt spasmed 
again and again over the bucking penis, gripping it as tightly as possible 
on every in-stroke, only to have the prick rip away as David withdrew to 
ready himself for another plunge. 

Samantha's mind became a kaleidoscope of sensation. Sometimes she thought 
she was being fucked by the goat; then there were times when she imagined 
she was the girl on the altar, being raped by every man and woman present in 
the chamber. Finally, as David's semen rocketed into the very depths of her 
vagina, she gave a last jerking thrust and abandoned herself to the rushing 
joys of her own mighty orgasm. 

 CHAPTER SIX

 The after-effects of the climax passed slowly. Samantha felt as if a rosy 
pink cloud was covering her from head to toe in a wonderful mist of sensual 
pleasure. 

Slowly David withdrew his prick and Samantha lay back, suddenly aware of the 
cold earth floor and the tomb-like damp that filled the great under-ground 
chamber. All around them couples were still locked in sexual embrace and 
Samantha had a sudden overwhelming desire to get away from the villa, get 
away from the whole horrible spectacle that she had so recently witnessed. 

"Can we go now?" she begged and David nodded. 

"Sure. Get your clothes and we'll get out. The place is beginning to bug me 
a little anyway." 

Samantha held David's hand tightly during the long walk down from the 
mountain. 

"Are you a member of the cult?" she asked finally. 

"Yes. I became one three summers ago when I was here doing research into a 
new book. What did you think of our little ceremony?" 

Samantha shook her head. "I hated it, or most of it, anyway." 

David shook his head sadly. "That's a pity." 

"Why?" 

"Well, after tonight... you're a member of the cult." 

Samantha stopped suddenly, her fingers gripping David's hand tightly. "Why 
after tonight?" 

"Obviously we can't have people knowing about us without being members. 
Otherwise they might start talking to the authorities. You saw what happened 
to that one woman who gave out information. The same thing will happen to me 
and you if you're not back there tomorrow night for the initiation 
ceremony." 

Samantha walked on in silence. She realized only too well that she should 
have listened to her doubts and never have gone. So many of the practices of 
the devil-cult had really disgusted her, yet... Her tongue could still taste 
all the come in the sacrifice's cunt and, in a peculiar way, even the 
thought of the goat's prick sent little quivers of excitement through her 
body. 

"What is the initiation ceremony?" she asked eventually. 

"Oh, nothing much. Basically just fucking. As I proposed you to the group, 
I'll have to fuck you on the altar. Then the priest will have his turn and 
after that, anyone else who fancies you has the right to take you." 

Samantha shivered but this time it was not in horror. The thought of all 
those men lining up to thrust their pricks deep into her cunt made her 
almost weak with excitement. 

She could feel the juices running in her cunt and knew her panties were damp 
with sexual desire. By the time they reached the hotel, she almost dragged 
David up to her room and it was only when she lay back on the bed and guided 
his throbbing cock into her juicy slit that she really felt satisfied. 

Well fucked and well sucked, Samantha slept tightly locked in David's arms. 
When she awoke in the morning his rod was still imbedded in her cunt. 

It was strange, Samantha thought, how completely at ease she now felt with 
the young Englishman. It was almost as if she had taken all that he had to 
offer and then decided to come back for more. They weren't expected back at 
the Villa Iovis till nightfall, so they had the whole day ahead of them. 

David had suggested that they go sailing with some friends of his, an idea 
that Samantha was happy to go along with. However when she got to the boat, 
a large ocean-going yacht, she found that both David and his friends had 
come up with a better idea. 

Samantha leaned against the rail, the sun warm on her bronze skin. David 
stood beside her, one arm around her shoulders, watching as his two friends 
dropped anchor in a secluded cove. 

"Happy, Fred?" David asked, his fingers playing with her taut nipples under 
her bikini. 

Samantha nodded, suppressing a twinge of guilt about the lack of concern she 
felt for the condition of her mother. Somehow all that business of Terry's 
party and the heart attack seemed a million years ago. Everything had 
changed. Now she wasn't even overly worried about the fact that her father 
had fucked her. In fact, as she'd told David with a grin, he'd turned out to 
be a better fuck than he was. David's only response had been to thrust his 
prick into her cunt with such force that she had stopped complaining, 
abandoning herself to the joys of being fucked yet again. 

Samantha could think of nothing but the present. Pulling off her bikini, she 
dove smoothly into the water, giving a sigh of pleasure as the cool 
Mediterranean closed over her sun-flushed skin. Taking a deep breath she 
swam down toward the multi-colored rocks that covered the bottom, smiling 
with happiness as she chased a small school of fish in and out of the waving 
fronds of sea-weed. 

When she finally came back to the surface, gasping for air, she found David 
in the water alongside her. For a while they laughed and played, chasing 
each other around and under the hull of the boat. Finally, totally 
exhausted, Samantha pulled herself up the ladder to the deck and collapsed 
in the sun. David came down beside her and for a moment they lay still, 
basking in the hot sunlight. 

Samantha's eyes were closed and she was lost in thought, thinking of the 
completely different world she had left behind her in the States, the world 
to which sooner or later she would have to return. The warmth was making her 
drowsy; and she was almost asleep when she felt the gentle touch of fingers 
stroking her inner thighs. 

"Mmmmm," she murmured, turning toward where she thought David was lying. 
Suddenly she opened her eyes in surprise, her questing hand coming into 
contact with a huge erect prick that certainly wasn't David's. 

Chuck and Andy, the two friends who owned the boat, were lying on either 
side of her, both of them nude and both of them with enormous erections. She 
sat up to see David leaning against the rail, grinning down at the three of 
them. 

"You looked so inviting just lying there," he explained. "I just hadn't the 
heart to refuse them." 

Samantha grinned in return and looked from one to the other, wondering which 
she should take on first. 

"How about both of us at once?" Chuck asked. 

Samantha thought for a minute and was about to agree when David thumped 
himself down beside them. 

"Come on, lads," he said. "Young Fred has only just started her sexual 
education. I'm sure that between us we can think of something really 
interesting to keep her amused." His own prick was hard and firm and 
Samantha had to resist the temptation to crouch down and take the whole 
wonderful length into her mouth. Her heart pounding madly, she lay back on 
the hot deck and closed her eyes again, content to go along with whatever 
the three men suggested. 

"Keep your eyes closed," David said softly, "and just relax, let us do all 
the work." 

Samantha nodded, her mind flooded with sensual longing for the three of them 
to screw her together. For what seemed an age nothing happened. Samantha 
could hear whispered instructions being given to Chuck and Andy, then 
footsteps pattered off to the cabin; but, true to her promise, she kept her 
eyes tightly shut. 

With a suddenness that almost made her cry out, mouths closed over each of 
her breasts, the two tongues licking and sucking at the taut, erect nipples, 
Samantha totally abandoned herself to the wonderful sensations that were 
coursing through her body, idly wondering whose tongue was doing what. At 
that moment a third tongue shot out to flick at her budding clit and she 
gave a little moan of pleasure, thrusting her hips upward off the deck to 
give it freer accessibility. 

The three tongues were working together as a team, lathering her breasts and 
cunt with saliva as they worked her up to a sexual frenzy. Samantha felt as 
if she was about to explode but somehow, every time she was on the point of 
reaching climax, the tongues would slow down their movements, keeping her in 
a constant state of delicious agony. 

Then, one by one, the tongues vanished and as Samantha was on the point of 
crying out in anguish at their loss, a quiveringly turgid cock nuzzled its 
way between her lips. Eagerly she sucked it into her mouth, letting the 
throbbing shaft sink deep into the back of her throat as she started working 
her tongue and teeth over the hard ridges. 

So absorbed was she, in fact, that she hardly felt the hands seize hold of 
her thighs and lift her off the deck. Harder and harder she sucked at the 
prick in her mouth, rejoicing in the warm meat that was almost choking her. 
Her body jerked and spasmed, making it difficult for David to insert his 
well-greased rod into her rectum. Finally, however, he managed to get almost 
an inch inside her and Samantha went suddenly still as the huge penis moved 
its way steadily into her tight little anus. 

Samantha could feel the head forcing its way deeper and deeper into her 
until it felt as though it was buried right inside her bowels. David's 
testicles were pressed tight against her buttocks; she could feel the hard 
meat digging into her skin. Sensually she wiggled her hips, relishing the 
spike that impaled her so thoroughly. The prick in her mouth seemed even 
more huge and she licked at it in frenzy, moving her body to encourage David 
to start thrusting with his rod, fucking her rectum like he usually fucked 
her cunt. 

But David did not move; he seemed perfectly willing to let his prick remain 
buried balls deep inside her. Samantha didn't have to wait long to find out 
why. Slowly but surely another large penis was sliding easily into her 
hungry cunt, having little difficulty in forcing a passage into the 
well-lubricated interior. 

Samantha could feel the two pricks almost side by side inside her, only a 
thin membrane of cunt-skin separating them. For a moment the three men 
waited; even the penis in her mouth remaining still. Then they all started 
moving together. The prick in her mouth started plunging far down into her 
throat, strong hands holding her head steady so that she could barely move. 
Her mouth was being fucked as if it was a cunt, the rod thrusting in and out 
until her lips felt numb and bruised. The dicks in her rectum and pussy were 
moving alternately, one thrusting in while the other was being withdrawn for 
another stroke. 

After a while Samantha found it impossible to follow which penis was where. 
Each thudded into her with a force that made her body shudder with painful 
pleasure. At one minute a pulsing head would be teasing the sensitive area 
around her clit while in the next a rigid length of slamming meat would be 
burying itself deep into her cunt or anus. 

Samantha's eyes were pressed shut so tightly that stars and colored lights 
were flashing in her brain, getting brighter and brighter as her impending 
orgasm grew in intensity. Finally she gave a screaming cry of animal 
pleasure as gusts of molten flame burst through every nerve in her body. 
Churning and thrashing on the hot deck, Samantha could feel the prick in her 
mouth twitching and expanding as it got ready to shoot its load deep into 
her waiting throat. It was as if all three men were approaching their 
climaxes at the same moment. 

Samantha's own orgasm had no time to finish for as soon as one subsided, she 
was swept directly to the heights of the next one. Finally, with perfect 
synchronization, the three pricks slammed into her for the last time and 
three separate loads of come pumped into her body. The liquid filled her 
cunt and anus to overflowing and she could feel the wonderful juice flowing 
out to cover her thighs and legs with its salty sweetness. Her mouth was a 
mass of semen and, fast as she gulped, she seemed unable to keep up with the 
supply. The prick seemed inexhaustible, flooding load after load into her 
quivering throat. Samantha's mind clouded into a heaven of sensual 
awareness, every nerve in her body tingling with the wonderful fact of four 
people reaching the peak of sexual excitement together. Time ceased to have 
any meaning; the pricks inside her body could have been squirting their 
loads of juice for thirty seconds or thirty years. She was vaguely aware 
that her body was rolling around wildly and that moans of pleasure were 
being drawn from her lips but her whole concentration had turned inward; her 
entire body a sex organ that was concerned with nothing but pleasure. 

It was only when the three penises started to go limp and withdraw from her 
that Samantha came back to reality. First the prick was pulled out of her 
mouth, then David removed his rod from her asshole. As the last cock came 
out of her cunt with a slithery slurp she gave a small cry of distress. 
Somehow she would have liked all the warm meat to have remained inside her 
for ever. 

"Don't move." David's voice came from close to her face. "We haven't 
finished yet." 

What else could they possibly do? Samantha wondered. She didn't have to wait 
long to find out. 

Although her eyes were closed, she had been able to feel the light of the 
sun blazing against her eyelids. Now, however, the sun was blotted out as 
the three men lowered themselves until the three semi-hard pricks were 
brushing against her lips. Eagerly Samantha stuck out her tongue to lick at 
the heads, savoring the few drops of come that still dripped from the eyes. 
She could feel the bodies settling themselves around her but the pricks 
remained in position above her face. Then, ever so gently, two pairs of 
hands cradled her head and lifted it up off the deck. With a sudden feeling 
of joy Samantha realized that if she opened her mouth to its fullest extent, 
she could take all three of the penises down into her throat. 

The pricks were still soft enough not to stop her from breathing and she 
licked and sucked on them all together, sometimes letting her tongue slip 
out to play with the three pairs of testicles that hung within an inch of 
her lips. 

The feeling of power was intense and Samantha let her mind go completely 
blank, thinking of nothing except the joy of giving such pleasure to three 
separate men at the same time. While the penises were still soft, she tried 
playing games with them, using her tongue and teeth to move them around 
until they were so intertwined that it was impossible to tell which prick 
belonged to which pair of balls. 

Quickly the rods started to stiffen and Samantha's mouth was forced wider 
and wider open to accommodate them. She could taste the salty flavor of 
blood on her tongue and knew the edges of her mouth must have split slightly 
but she didn't care. She just wanted to hold all three of the cocks and milk 
them all until they came together into her throat. 

Unfortunately Samantha's mouth was just a little too small and she finally 
had to let them go, releasing her breath in a great gasp as they popped from 
between her lips. 

"Wow!" she murmured, running her tongue round her lips to get the final 
taste of the pricks. "That was fantastic." 

David's chuckle sounded softly and his penis suddenly popped back into her 
mouth, its entire rigid length sinking briefly into her throat before 
withdrawing once again. 

"You can open your eyes now," he said. 

Samantha slowly unglued her eyelids, almost blinded by the bright sunlight. 
She blinked a couple of times to get accustomed to the light, then turned to 
where David was sitting beside her. 

"What do we do now?" she asked. 

David laughed. "Chuck and Andy are going to put on a little show for us. 
They're both AC/DC and they're just aching to fuck each other." 

Samantha lay back, satiated and happy. She'd never had any contact with fags 
before but her brief experience with Mandy had made her curious to know how 
guys fucked together. Chuck and Andy were lying in each other's arms, mouths 
locked together in a passionate kiss. Slowly they untangled themselves and 
lay back on the deck side by side, each caressing the other's body. 

The two mens' pricks were fully erect and Samantha watched with interest as 
David now picked up a pot of cold cream and moved over to spread lavish 
amounts on both shafts. Carefully he coated each head in turn, wiping the 
excess off with his fingers and then smoothing it over the shaft. In each 
case his fingers closed around the shaft briefly and he jerked his hand up 
and down several times, causing the body below him to quiver in excitement. 
When both pricks were shiny and slippery, he tested each with his fingers; 
planted a quick kiss on the two heads and then came back to lie down beside 
Samantha. 

Casually Chuck rolled over onto his stomach, then raised himself on his 
hands and knees until his buttocks were pointing directly toward his friend. 
Andy licked his lips in anticipation and moved behind him, holding him 
firmly around the hips as he positioned his prick in line with the anal 
opening, ready for the first lunge. 

"Right; go," David cried and Andy plunged his prick directly into Chuck's 
rectum with one easy movement that buried him up to the hilt. One hand still 
held Chuck tightly but the other moved around to take hold of his prick, 
jerking it backward and forward in time with the strokes he was pumping into 
Chuck's backside. 

As the rhythm of the thrusts accelerated, both men started panting and 
moaning with pleasure, a sheen of sweat forming on their sun-bronzed bodies. 
At last Andy gave a yelp of delight and slammed his prick home, holding it 
deep inside Chuck as his come bubbled into his friend's stretched anus. 

Chuck hadn't reached his own orgasm and his prick was sticking out in front 
of him like a huge telephone pole. As soon as Andy had given Chuck all the 
love-juice available he withdrew his prick and came around to Chuck's front, 
bending over and softly licking the cream off the penis. Only when the 
quivering length of meat was completely clean did he back away and sit on 
the deck. 

"Chuck's going to show you his party trick," David explained. "Not something 
that most people can do." 

Chuck grinned and lay back on the deck, his penis pointing straight up to 
the sky. Slowly he brought his legs up, rolling over on his shoulders until 
his toes were touching the deck behind him. 

Samantha stared in amazement as his body lowered, his back stretching to an 
almost impossible arc as the head of the cock came closer and closer to his 
mouth. Chuck gave a little twitch and took his own prick between his lips, 
forcing his body down still further as the length of the shaft sank deep 
into the back of his throat. 

When almost half of the penis had disappeared inside his mouth, Chuck began 
working it backward and forward, letting the saliva-slimy head slip almost 
entirely out before swallowing it down yet again as far as he was able. 

The motion of his sucking got faster and faster as climax neared. Then, as 
his prick began to twitch convulsively, he straightened his back slightly 
until the head was positioned several inches above his lips. As the milky 
come squirted downward, he opened his mouth to its full extent, letting the 
liquid splash over his teeth and lips before being swept up with his tongue 
and swallowed eagerly. 

When the orgasm had finished he took the head into his mouth, sucking hard 
to remove the last drops of come from it before relaxing and letting his 
legs swing back onto the deck. 

Samantha couldn't help herself, she applauded enthusiastically. The 
performance had been so incredible that she felt almost as tired as Chuck 
must have been. 

"I can't do that too often," Chuck explained eventually, fighting to recover 
his breath. He went over to Andy and kissed him quickly on the lips, then 
dove cleanly off the deck into the water. 

David and Samantha followed him in, Samantha relaxing completely and letting 
the cool water revive her strength. 

"Have you ever fucked in the water?" David asked, suddenly surfacing beside 
her. 

Samantha tried to shake her head but the motion made her sink. She came up 
again spluttering and coughing, furious that David should be laughing so 
much at her plight. 

"Well, have you?" he asked again as soon as she had coughed out all the 
water she'd swallowed. 

"No." Samantha suddenly grinned. "Do you want to show me what it's like?" 

For answer David turned and swam back to the boat, pulling himself up onto 
the deck by the net that hung over the stern. Samantha turned over and 
floated on her back, wondering what crazy idea he was going to come up with 
next. Chuck and Andy had disappeared around the other side of the boat and 
for a moment Samantha closed her eyes and relaxed completely, letting the 
gentle swell of the sea lift her up and down; the tiny waves breaking softly 
across her body. 

A wave broke across her face and she opened her eyes, staring up into the 
clear blue sky that stretched unbroken to the far horizon. In spite of 
everything that had happened, Samantha had to admit that she had experienced 
a wonderful time since she'd first come to Capri. Never in her wildest 
dreams had she considered that the human body was capable of giving quite so 
much pleasure. Jut a few short days ago she'd been a complete innocent when 
it came to sex but now she was an accomplished lover, capable of giving 
pleasure to any man, no matter what his preferences. 

David's cheerful shout brought Samantha back to the present and she turned 
to see him and the other two men swimming toward her. 

"You're going to be fucked again," David announced smilingly as he came up 
to her. He started treading water and surveyed her naked body lasciviously. 

"Chuck, Andy; hold her steady for me," he said and Samantha relaxed against 
the bodies of the other two men who had come up alongside her. Each of her 
arms was held firmly until she was almost standing in the water, only her 
head, shoulders and breasts above the surface. Samantha shivered slightly 
with excitement, watching David as he swam in lazy circles around her. He 
seemed in no hurry to get started and neither was she, especially since 
Chuck's free hand was softly probing into her cunt. She moved back against 
him, feeling the first two fingers slip easily inside. 

David splashed some water at her then dove under the surface, swimming 
powerfully toward her and passing between her legs, his body brushing 
sensually against the inside of her thighs. 

He broke surface slightly in front of her and turned over on his back, 
floating lazily for a minute before kicking his feet up and disappearing 
once more. This time Samantha was unable to follow his progress and she 
jerked in shock as his hands suddenly appeared from behind her to cup her 
breasts. Using her as a support to keep him afloat, David teased her nipples 
with his fingers, rubbing at the tips until they were vibrating against his 
hand, taut and firm. Suddenly he stiffened and, withdrawing his hands, swam 
around to her front. 

"Hey, I've got a great idea," he said. "Let's go back to the boat for a 
moment." 

Wondering what he had in mind, Samantha started swimming after him, leaving 
Chuck and Andy to play in the water by themselves. By the time she'd pulled 
herself up onto the deck David had vanished but he reappeared a moment later 
carrying two scuba outfits. Deftly he attached the air bottles to Samantha's 
back and then showed her how to use the mouthpiece. Once he thought she'd 
got the idea, he put on his own outfit and jumped off the side of the boat, 
calling to Samantha to follow. 

Nervously Samantha lowered herself into the water, feeling a little 
ridiculous. David was waiting for her and immediately dove, catching hold of 
Samantha's hand and pulling her after him. 

At first Samantha had difficulty in moving; the weighted bottles of air were 
heavy enough to counteract her natural buoyancy and make her sink slowly. 
Her first moment of panic soon passed, however, and she quickly began to 
enjoy the feeling of complete weightlessness. 

She let herself sink almost to the sea-bottom, kicking gently with her feet 
to control her descent. David was moving across to her, a stream of bubbles 
coming from his face mask. He reached her and the two stood still for a 
while, side by side on the bottom of the sea, David's hand tracing a path of 
delight across Samantha's stomach. 

Fish were darting around them, multi-colored shapes that fled as soon as 
they made the slightest movement. Gently David pulled Samantha closer and 
she felt her blood racing as his prick started to harden and become fully 
erect. He brought his foot up and wiggled his toes into her cunt, making 
Samantha squirm and wriggle with pleasure as she made her vaginal muscles 
contract and tighten. 

Then, as if tiring of such childish play, David pulled her toward him, 
thrusting his erect cock straight into her gaping pussy. The sea-water 
already inside was compressed and squirted out around the side of his prick, 
giving Samantha a thrill the like of which she had never experienced before. 

Slowly and rhythmically he started to fuck her. Clasped in each other's 
arms, they let the movements of their bodies carry them through the water. 

Eyes half closed with pleasure, Samantha noticed at one point that they were 
upside down, their feet pointing up to the surface as David slammed his 
strokes into her quivering cunt. 

The water swirled around them, the froth of bubbles making it difficult for 
Samantha to see anything except David's face, barely inches away. Urgently 
she thrust her hips at him, meeting him stroke for stroke so that his 
testicles slammed into her crotch every time the head of his prick thumped 
into the depths of her pussy. Her breasts were being crushed against his 
chest, little currents of water forcing themselves over her nipples as they 
twisted head-over-heels in the violence of their sex-play. 

Samantha could feel the fires spreading through her body and abandoned 
herself completely to pleasure; the thundering of her heart seeming to keep 
time with the vicious thrusts of David's prick as he lunged in and out. 
Their bodies were floating, free from the confines of gravity. Once 
Samantha's feet brushed against a rock but she hardly felt it; the fucking 
had taken her attention away from everything but David's wonderful cock. 
When he finally came, the splash of his semen into her cunt triggered off 
her own climax and they rolled and turned, locked in the mutual pleasure of 
their orgasms. 

When Samantha eventually pulled free, some of David's come dribbled from her 
pussy and started rising to the surface; soft flaky globs of viscous 
whiteness that rose within inches of her face and then were gone, heading 
toward the mirrored surface of silver far above their heads. 

Hand in hand David and Samantha rose, breaking surface together and blinking 
with the brightness of the sun. Laughing, David pulled off his mask and 
started swimming toward the boat. Only when both were safely on deck did 
Samantha's exhaustion catch up with her. Weary but happy, she sank down and 
let the warmth of the sun revive her. 

"That was one hell of an unusual fucking," she gasped when she'd recovered 
her breath enough to talk. 

David grinned. "It's the first time I've ever tried it," he admitted. "An 
experience not to be missed." 

Samantha was inclined to agree. Her cunt was beginning to get slightly sore 
and she had the feeling that she'd been screwing non-stop for days but it 
certainly was the most interesting fuck she'd ever heard of. 

David looked at his watch and then scrambled to his feet, turning to where 
Chuck and Andy were still chasing each other in the water. 

"Hurry up, you two," he yelled. "It's going to be dark soon and I've got to 
get Fred to the ceremony." 

Gingerly Samantha fingered her cunt. Somehow, in spite of all the fucking 
she'd already received, she was looking forward to her initiation into the 
cult. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN

 Samantha had put on a thin blouse and slacks for the ceremony so now, as 
she and David walked up the path that led toward Villa Iovis, she suddenly 
felt very cold. David put his arm around her, holding her tightly. 

"You're shivering," he said. 

Samantha nodded, her teeth chattering. It was a sort of inner rather than 
outer cold. A cold of the spirit, almost a fear of what was going to take 
place later that night. 

David did little to calm her doubts. He had insisted on wearing a black 
turtle-neck sweater and black slacks. With his beard and black hair, he 
looked too much like the devil incarnate for Samantha to be at ease. 

They were met at the entrance to the underground passage by Mandy, her long 
hair tied up in a bun and her figure almost completely hidden by a heavy 
black robe. 

"The initiate will wait here," she said in solemn tones as if she had never 
met Samantha before. David kissed her reassuringly and then followed Mandy 
into the gloom, leaving Samantha alone in the darkness. For a moment she 
contemplated making a run for it, but David's reminder that they'd find her 
and bring her back held her rooted to the spot. There wasn't even a welcome 
glow of candles at the far end of the passage. The complete silence made her 
feel terribly alone and frightened. 

"Come with me, my dear." 

Samantha whirled to face the woman who had spoken so suddenly behind her. In 
the gloom all she could see was a hunched figure whose face was hidden by a 
heavy black cowl. Without another word the woman turned and walked away and 
Samantha, her heart pounding, followed her, completely losing her sense of 
direction in the maze of underground passages through which she was led. 
Finally they came out into a small damp chamber that was lit by a single 
flickering pine torch. 

Her guide vanished into the shadows and two other women came forward, their 
faces similarly hidden by the sinister cowls. Without saying a word they 
stripped Samantha's clothes and dressed her in a simple white tunic that 
fell to below her knees. Samantha was shaking with fear but was unable to 
make a move. It was as if her willpower had completely evaporated. 

Still in complete silence, she was led into a smaller room where another 
cowled figure made a mark on her face with a greasy make-up stick. Her guide 
had returned carrying a silver cup that she placed in Samantha's hand, 
closing her fingers around it in what was obviously some sort of symbolic 
gesture. 

"Drink," she commanded and Samantha obeyed, choking slightly on the acrid 
liquid but forcing a mouthful of it down. She tried to hand the cup back but 
the woman made a gesture for her to finish it. Feeling slightly sick, 
Samantha did so, not daring to think what the cup might contain. The liquid 
was very different from the stuff she had drunk the previous night. It had 
none of the warming effect as it went down inside her. 

Only when the cup had been drained to the dregs did the woman appear 
satisfied. 

"Come," she said, leading the way back into one of the darkened passages. 
Samantha could hear the other women following several steps behind, the 
swish of their robes the only sound in the deathly silence. At last her 
escort stopped. It was pitch black but Samantha felt she was standing in the 
middle of a large hall. All around she could hear the restless movements of 
a large number of people. 

Then, seeming to come from the ground, a deep voice started chanting a 
mournful dirge, a tuneless psalm to the devil, rising and falling in eerie 
harmony. The people around her took up the chant, their voices filling the 
chamber with sound. Samantha tried to listen to the words but they were in 
some, language that she couldn't recognize. 

At the far end of the chamber a flickering light was struck, casting strange 
shadows over the walls. In the dim glow Samantha could see that she was in 
the same place David had brought her the previous night. Almost fifty people 
were present, all robed like the women. They knelt together on the cold 
floor, their heads raised as they chanted the terrible hymn to their Lord 
and Master: Satan, Prince of Darkness. 

As her eyes began to get accustomed to the light, Samantha realized that she 
was standing right in front of the altar. She tried to find David among the 
people around her but if he was present, he had been given a robe and so 
looked identical to everyone else. 

A smell of sickly sweet incense filled the air, a smell that somehow 
reminded Samantha of graveyards. The chant rose in volume and the people 
raised their arms in homage, facing towards where a strange figure was 
emerging from one of the passages. Dressed in long black robes covered with 
golden symbols, the figure who now advanced toward Samantha looked like 
something from her childhood nightmares. The face was covered by a goat's 
mask, only black slits revealing where the man's eyes might be. Long curved 
horns rose from his forehead, their tips painted red as if with fresh blood. 

Slowly the man approached, stopping a few feet from where Samantha stood, 
while staring at her through the holes that made up the eyes of the mask. 

"Is the initiate prepared?" he demanded. 

"Aye, Lord. She has drunk from the cup of darkness." The women that escorted 
her had chanted the reply in unison, their voices blending with the droning 
hymn that still echoed through the chamber. 

The priest moved forward, his black robe flapping around his feet, and 
Samantha flinched as a gust of foul breath hit her face. 

"Lucifer finds the candidate acceptable," the priest shrilled. "Who proposes 
this sister for initiation?" 

"I do." A black-robed figure stepped forward Samantha recognized as David. 

"Then help her to the throne of waiting until our Lord's power begins to 
work in her body." 

The cowled head nodded and David took Samantha by the arm and led her up to 
the altar. "Don't worry," he whispered. "Take it easy, relax and everything 
will be fine." 

Samantha allowed herself to be pushed back until she was lying on the cold, 
stone altar. David had stepped to one side and was standing, his head bowed 
as he listened to the priest's chant. Once again he was speaking in Latin, a 
parody of the Christian Mass that Samantha remembered from back home. 

More torches had been brought into the chamber, making the underground hall 
a blaze of dancing shadows. The worshipers were on their knees, their voices 
raised in glory to their god. Samantha turned her head slightly, watching 
the priest as he held up a silver dish containing small biscuit-size wafers. 
For a long moment he remained still, the chanting dying away until there was 
complete silence. Then abruptly he dashed the dish to the ground, scattering 
the wafers in front of the audience. 

Immediately everyone seemed to go berserk. Howling and screaming, they 
surged forward, trampling the wafers underfoot and grinding them into the 
floor as if they were some dangerous insect that had to be destroyed. The 
priest watched this frenzied activity for a while and then held up his hands 
for silence. 

One of his acolytes emerged from a side passage, carrying a struggling black 
rooster under his arm. Slowly he approached the altar and stood, his eyes 
burning down at where Samantha lay. As if this was a signal, the priest came 
up and ripped Samantha's tunic in one quick movement, leaving her nude and 
shivering on the altar. Slowly taking a wicked-looking knife from under his 
clothes, he slashed at the throat of the rooster, severing his head. 

Samantha screamed as the warm blood spurted over her body, covering her from 
head to foot. As the blood ran the crowd fell to their knees, a shout of 
exultation rising from their lips. Quickly the priest snatched up a silver 
chalice that was lying beside the altar and held it under the severed neck 
of the bird, catching the last of the blood that spurted from the gaping 
wound. 

As soon as the cup was full the priest turned to the audience and mumbled a 
blessing, his hand making several passes over the chalice while he dropped a 
white powder into the scarlet liquid. 

Samantha tried to sit up slightly, the nausea rising in her as she saw how 
stained her body had become. Blood was dripping down her face and onto the 
altar, forming little rivulets that flowed down to the earthen floor. For a 
moment she almost lost consciousness, suddenly very much aware of the horror 
of her situation. 

The priest was handing the cup around to the audience. David took it first 
and swallowed down a large mouthful of the blood, a red stain oozing from 
the side of his mouth. The chant had started again, this time even more 
eerie than before and the sickly scent of the incense made the air almost 
unbreathable. Samantha lay back, feeling weak and sick. Her body was 
throbbing in an uncomfortable way, the blood rushing to her head and making 
the chamber whirl around her. She reached a hand down to scratch at her 
cunt, aware of an almost unbearable itch that seemed to make the entire 
length of her vagina a mass of fire. 

Moaning and sobbing, her muscles jerking in quivering spasms, Samantha 
thrashed around the top of the altar. Two of the acolytes came over to hold 
her down but Samantha was unaware of their presence. All that mattered was 
the burning pain in her cunt. She had to get something in; something to 
satisfy her, something to bring her release. 

Christ, she thought, her movements becoming frantic, I want to be fucked. I 
want someone to fuck me. 

"I want to be fucked. Help me, someone, please." The words came out as a 
scream and through the red mists of pain that enveloped her, Samantha heard 
the strident tones of the priest. 

"The Dark Lord has come. The Dark Lord has shown his power through this, the 
body of our sister. Go to her, brother. Show that you accept the domination 
of our Lord." 

Her head jerking from side to side, Samantha was aware that David had 
stepped forward and was stripping off his robes. Once he was nude, he came 
toward the altar. Samantha rose off the surface and pulled him toward her, 
her hand urgently reaching for his prick and guiding it toward her enflamed 
cunt. 

"Oh! God, oh! God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she sobbed, thrusting her 
hips into him until his penis slid into the throbbing opening. There was 
hardly any lubrication but the pain as the cock thrust its way in was pure 
heaven compared with the agony that had gone before. The surging rod felt so 
cool and firm, putting out the fires of agony that were raging so furiously 
through her genitals. 

"OOOoooohhhhh! AAAAaaaaahhhh!" she moaned, riding the prick as if it was a 
steam hammer that was pumping blows into her. David just lay back, helpless 
in the face of her passion, and let Samantha do whatever she wanted. She 
could feel the lightning crashing through her body, the burning flame of 
torture that was only partly assuaged by David's cool semen that flooded 
into her cunt. 

She almost screamed in anguish when the prick buried inside her started to 
soften and withdraw. 

"More, more," she begged. "I must have more." 

"Easy, Fred, easy," David soothed, his voice suddenly showing concern. 

Desperately Samantha grabbed him, pulling him into her and working at his 
limp prick with her thighs, forcing it to become strong and firm again. 

"More... more... more," she sobbed, the words keeping rhythm with the 
movements of her body. "Oh! God, David. It hurts, it hurts bad. Fuck me some 
more, please, help to take away the pain." 

Then rough hands pulled David from her and the squat body of the priest took 
his place, naked except for the goat's mask that still covered his face. 

Samantha seized at the erect prick with delight, giving a sigh of relief as 
its turgid length sank steadily into her cunt. The priest seemed to know 
what was expected of him for he held back on his orgasm for a long time, his 
cock churning in and out of her pussy with sure, steady strokes. 

Samantha twined her legs and arms around his body, holding the prick trapped 
tightly inside her cunt. Its quivering length, pounding in and out, smashing 
against her clenched vaginal muscles, drove her onward and upward towards 
the release of orgasm. Frantically Samantha jerked with her body, knowing 
that if she could only reach her orgasm she would have relief from the agony 
that pulsed through her body. 

The head of the priest's rod was surging faster and faster, his testicles 
pressing into her crotch every time the prick hit the bottom of her cunt. 
The passage was made easier by David's come still filling her pussy and the 
head made a soft slithery sound as it pumped in and out. 

Samantha knew she was approaching climax; aware that if only the priest 
could keep going, she would attain her longed-for release. The priest was 
unable to keep up the pace, however. His prick gave a final lunge and his 
testicles expanded against her crotch as he hosed load after load of come 
deep into her cunt. 

As the wilting prick pulled out of her violated vagina Samantha gave a howl 
of pain. Thrashing around madly, she rolled off the altar onto the floor and 
lay there, twisting and turning, while her hands feverishly lunged at her 
pussy. 

Eyes almost opaque with pain, Samantha pulled herself to her feet and 
staggered into the crowd, pulling off the robe of the first man she 
encountered. 

"Fuck me... fuck me," she screamed, working his prick desperately between 
her hands until it was hard enough to thrust into her cunt. The two of them 
rolled around on the cold earth floor, Samantha's hips and thighs thrusting 
and churning as she milked the prick that lunged like a frightened stallion 
inside her. 

"OOOhhhhh CCCccchhhrrrriiisst!" she moaned, her breath coming in broken 
sobs. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh! my God, that feels so good... 
Fuuuuccckkk me." 

Her partner thrust his cock into Samantha's cunt for the last time and 
expelled all his juice deep into her womb before giving up the unequal 
struggle and rolling off her, totally exhausted. 

Screaming and shouting like a maniac, Samantha thrust her fingers deep into 
her cunt, jerking them backwards and forwards in an attempt to find the 
release she needed so desperately. Her body was completely covered in blood 
and come, the earth from the floor sticking to her so that she looked like a 
savage out of the jungle. 

Samantha had fallen back on the ground, her eyes tightly clenched. Suddenly 
she gave a sob of pleasure as she saw herself surrounded by what seemed a 
sea of naked men. All of the worshipers had taken off their robes and were 
standing by to take her; for in so doing they were taking some of the 
strength of Lucifer. 

Surely in all these cocks I'll be able to find release, Samantha thought as 
she grabbed the nearest penis and thrust it roughly into her quivering quim. 
One after the other she took them, losing count of how many pricks had been 
thrusting in and out of her pussy. 

Almost everyone present was covered with come-slime and dirt. Prick followed 
prick in quick succession, pumping their semen into her pussy without ever 
bringing Samantha to orgasm. Her movements were becoming more and more 
frenzied, more and more frantic. 

The pain in her cunt had long passed the stage of being unbearable and 
Samantha's screams were ringing through the vaulted chamber as she rode the 
endless chain of cocks that filled her insatiable cunt. Finally all the men 
were spent and as Samantha looked around with crazed eyes, she saw only 
Mandy standing in front of her, holding the long black dildo that she had 
used so effectively once before. 

"Hold her down," Mandy ordered, advancing towards her with the dildo 
pointing like a sword. Immediately several men grabbed hold of Samantha's 
arms and pinned her face down to the floor. Quickly Mandy straddled the 
slippery body and thrust the dildo deep into Samantha's cunt, working it in 
and out with a slowly accelerating rhythm. 

"OOOoohhh! Fuck, fuck." The screams were pulled from Samantha's mouth as she 
raised her buttocks off the ground, fighting to take every inch of the 
wonderful dildo inside her vagina. Come already inside squirted out around 
the edges of the hard rubber tool as it screwed into her. Mandy was giving 
the instrument a little twist with every stroke, her lips bared in a snarl 
as she used both hands to move the dildo. 

Samantha squirmed and wriggled, being brought closer and closer to orgasm by 
the pounding artificial prick. 

"Go... go... go..." The worshipers chanted, setting the rhythm for Mandy to 
follow. Samantha could feel the pain beginning to evaporate and be replaced 
by a warm flush of sexual ecstasy that was almost too wonderful to stand. 
Every muscle in her body was clenching and unclenching in time to the rhythm 
of the remorseless dildo and she forced her hips up even further, rejoicing 
in the feel of the heavy rubber head socking into the wall of her womb. 

"OOhhhh! Faster, faster," she screamed and Mandy obliged, sweat pouring down 
her body as she put all her strength into thrusting the prick into 
Samantha's raw and bleeding cunt. Samantha felt that she was being carried 
up and up, the pain completely gone as the blood rushed through her 
arteries, carrying the feeling of impending release to every nerve in her 
body. 

Higher and higher she was carried, the air a roaring ocean that surged and 
heaved around her, split by a fork of rubber lightening that flashed with 
unerring accuracy straight into her cunt. She was being pushed ever so 
slowly up a steep slope, a slope so steep that it was almost vertical. 

The higher she went, the harder it was to reach further; but slowly, inch by 
inch, she was approaching the top. Then, in a wonderful timeless moment, 
Samantha lay on the summit, tottering unsteadily before pitching over into 
the whirlpool of pleasure that waited for her on the other side. 

Mandy gave the last desperate thrust to the dildo and then sat back, totally 
exhausted, while Samantha shouted in agonized pleasure, her body thrashing 
crazily around the floor as the mighty orgasm swept through her body. 

Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her, her muscles spasming and quivering 
while animal howls tore themselves from her throat. The audience stood back 
in silence, watching in astonishment this display of orgasmic agility. 

Samantha was unaware of anything except the welters of delight that pulsed 
and flashed in front of her eyes. She was unaware of David fighting his way 
through the throng to pick up her finally limp body. She was even unaware of 
the trip down to the hotel, carried by David and Mandy, or of the angry 
pursuit of the devil-worshipers when they realized what was happening. 

Samantha's mind hung in a balance, her thought patterns a screaming tide of 
pleasure that threatened to engulf her with every breath she took. She knew 
nothing of the doctor's aghast face as he examined her body in the Quisisana 
or of the desperate flight to the hospital in Naples. 

She didn't even know that she was in a room only down the hall from where 
her mother was still lying under sedation. Samantha's dreams were a mass of 
orgasmic fantasies that colored every aspect of her brain. 

It was pitch dark but in the blackness a prick advanced toward her, the head 
pulsing and glowing with a purple light. It seemed huge, many times larger 
than her, but as it neared she felt herself being picked up by an unseen 
hand and turned to face it. Her cunt was expanding, growing bigger and 
bigger and wider and wider until she was nothing but cunt, a great 
instrument created for nothing else than to give pleasure to the giant prick 
that was moving into her. She stood back from herself, watching the 
monstrous cunt move in toward the cock until the two met, the cunt 
scattering huge drops of juice into the blackness that surrounded it. 
Samantha watched from outside as the cunt that was her stretched to 
accommodate the prick. 

Yard by yard, mile by mile, the quivering shaft sank inside the pussy, 
making a noise like a vast suction pump. Samantha could feel its immense 
presence filling her, forcing its way through her body until she became 
nothing but a blob of tissue that clung to the outside of the bulbous, 
blood-engorged head. 

In and out churned the giant prick, Samantha stretching and changing her 
shape to contain its monstrous thrusts. Faster and faster it pumped until 
she saw it give a final quiver and reach orgasm. She was looking directly at 
the eye as it happened and saw the opening enlarge as if filmed in slow 
motion, the great blobs of white semen expanding toward her until she was 
covered in come, fighting her way upward through an ocean of love-juice. 
Swim though she might, the vast prick was pumping out more semen than she 
could cope with. Screaming in terror, Samantha felt herself being sucked 
down into the sea of viscous white fluid, the semen covering her body, her 
chin, her mouth... 

As the come filled her nose and made it impossible to breathe, Samantha gave 
a last desperate cry and fell forward into blackness. 

"Samantha... Sam, Sam." The voice calling her, pulled Samantha back from a 
long black passage where there had been no light and no pain. Slowly she 
opened her eyes and looked up at the blurred faces that surrounded her. 

"Daddy," she said weakly, recognizing the worried face that bent forward to 
kiss her forehead. Then puzzlement set in as she wondered what had happened. 
The last thing she could remember was Mandy bringing her to orgasm with a 
giant dildo. Then there was that huge prick that had drowned her in come. 
Abruptly the memory of the dream returned and she felt herself sinking once 
again beneath the surface of an ocean of semen. 

She screamed, the noise echoing around the small hospital room. There was a 
moment of pain as a nurse ran forward to give her an injection and then 
Samantha sank mercifully back into unconsciousness. 

The next time she woke only her father was in the room. Samantha moved her 
head around and found that she could sit up. Her vision blurred slightly but 
otherwise she felt perfectly alright. 

"Daddy, where am I? What's happened?" she asked quietly. Her father had been 
dozing in the chair but now he jumped to his feet and came across to the 
bed, his face clearly showing his relief and happiness. 

"Sammy," he breathed. "You're alright, you know me." 

Samantha shook her head impatiently and promptly wished she hadn't as 
another wave of dizziness swept over her. She waited until it passed, then 
looked back at her father. 

"Daddy, tell me what happened? Where am I?" 

He sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed her hair back from her forehead. 
"You're in a hospital in Naples. You were flown here by helicopter from 
Capri. You're lucky to be alive, young lady." 

Samantha tried to think back but the past seemed lost in a rosy mist. "What 
happened?" she asked again. 

"Apparently you were given a serious overdose of a drug called Spanish Fly. 
That..." he hesitated, unwilling to go on, then finally continued "... that 
cult of Satanists David took you to misjudged the dosage they gave you. As 
soon as David saw what happened, he got you out of there and back to the 
hotel. The doctor he called had you flown here at once. It was only such 
prompt action that saved your life." 

"Where is David?" Samantha asked. 

"In jail. I'll give the boy credit, he's admitted that the whole thing's his 
fault and that he dragged you into it. It's partly our fault too, your 
mother's and mine. We should have seen what sort of person he was from the 
first." "What's going to happen to him?" "I don't know. He gave the police 
enough details to clean up the whole Satanist group; that'll weigh in his 
favor. Also the fact that he got you away and fought off some of the 
Satanists when they came to get you back from the hotel. Apparently they 
didn't want anyone spilling the beans about them. All in all, he may get off 
with a light sentence." 

"I hope he does," Samantha said, letting her body sink back into the soft 
pillows. David was what he was and nothing was going to change him; that 
he'd risked his own life to save her's showed he cared. Samantha snuggled 
down under the covers, forgetting about the horrors of the past few days on 
the island-remembering only the good times when she and David had fucked so 
well and so often. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT

 A week later, Samantha was allowed out of the hospital for the first time. 
Her body was still stiff and sore but apparently she was lucky in having no 
serious or permanent damage. In fact, as the doctor had said, she had got 
away very lightly. 

Her mother was also well on the road to recovery and would be ready to 
travel in another week, so her father had been busy making plans for their 
return to the States. David had obviously told him a great deal about what 
he and Samantha had done together but luckily he had not mentioned the night 
of Terry's party. 

Samantha had very divided feelings about David. There were times when she 
lay in her hospital bed longing to feel his prick surging up inside her. Yet 
there were also times when she hoped that she'd never set eyes on the 
Englishman again. 

The hot Italian sun was scorching down on the Bay of Naples as Samantha 
walked down to the open-air cafe by the harbor that had come to be her 
favorite. David's case was coming up that morning and Samantha hoped he 
wouldn't be sentenced too heavily. They'd wanted her to give evidence 
against him but the doctor had said she still wasn't strong enough. 

She sat under one of the great sun-umbrellas and ordered a Campari Soda, 
sipping at the cool liquid and letting her thoughts drift. She looked up as 
a shadow fell across the table and nearly jumped out of her chair in 
surprise when David sat opposite her. 

"It's alright," he grinned, "I'm a reformed character." 

Samantha tried to stop her heart from pounding in excitement. Now she was 
looking at him again, all she could think of was his great, wonderful prick 
and how it would feel slipping steadily into her juicy vagina. Desperately 
she held rein on her thoughts and met his eye steadily, hoping that he 
hadn't noticed the way she'd first reacted. 

"What happened?" she said finally. 

David chuckled. "Oh, they let me off with a warning and told me not to be a 
bad boy again. Actually they were so pleased at netting the full Satanist 
group that I'm surprised they didn't pin a medal on me. Your father told me 
where you'd be so I came straight down here." 

Samantha smiled and wrinkled her nose slightly. "You might have stopped to 
have a bath first. Those must be the same clothes you were arrested in." She 
looked at him fixedly for a moment, then leaned across the table and placed 
her hand on his arm. "Tell me, David, why did you get me out of the villa?" 

David chewed his lip for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I 
couldn't stand to see you going through any more of that hell. Perhaps I 
realized for the first time just how horrible the whole Satanist thing had 
become." He paused, then went on in a softer voice. "It also made me see 
just what I'd been doing to you ever since we first met. I've pulled you 
down to my own level and I'm really regretting it. In fact, Fred, that's why 
I came here. I'm leaving Naples tonight; going back home to England. I just 
wanted to see you one more time to say how sorry I am... and also to say 
goodbye." 

He leaned across to kiss her gently on the forehead, then got to his feet 
and strode off across the road away from the cafe. Samantha sat for less 
than a minute before she jumped up and ran after him. 

"David... David, wait." 

David turned and waited, his eyebrows rising slightly in surprise as 
Samantha threw herself into his arms. 

"Darling, there's nothing to apologize for," she murmured, her head buried 
in his chest. "All you did was teach me the things I'd have had to learn 
sooner or later anyhow. Just 'cause you gave me a crash course, that's 
nothing to get upset about." 

David's arms came around to hold her tightly and Samantha gave a little 
wriggle of pleasure as she felt his penis start to harden under the material 
of his pants. 

"Do you realize that we haven't fucked for over a week?" she said coyly, her 
hand moving down to stroke the quivering mound of his prick. "Now, David, 
darling. If you're leaving for England tonight, you surely wouldn't want to 
go before I showed you everything I've learned... would you?" 

David looked down at Samantha in amazement. "Mandy was right," he said. "You 
really are some chick." 

"Let's go somewhere," Samantha begged. "I want to feel you inside me, I want 
to feel your huge prick forcing my cunt as wide as it can go." 

David shivered in anticipation. "A friend of mine's got a house just outside 
Naples right by the water," he said. "We could go there." 

Samantha almost dragged him toward a cab that had pulled up by the curb and 
hustled him inside. 

"Am I being abducted?" David laughed as he settled back in the seat. 
Samantha looked at the driver to make sure he was watching the road, then 
she put her hand down and unzipped David's pants, letting his wonderful 
prick spring out erect and hard. 

"Not here, you little idiot," David muttered, trying to force his penis back 
into his pants. 

"Don't make so much fuss," Samantha warned. "Do you want the driver to see 
what we're doing?" Without waiting for a reply, she fell forward on the seat 
until her head was lying on David's lap. She paused for a moment, enjoying 
the spectacle of the erect prick swinging inches from her face, then she 
opened her mouth wide, swallowing the shaft down into the back of her throat 
until she could feel the material of his pants against her lips. 

Muttering angrily, she pulled the zipper wide open and pulled his testicles 
out, stroking them softly with her fingers while she ran her tongue up and 
down the glistening shaft of David's prick. 

The knob felt warm and hard as it moved in and out of her mouth and Samantha 
let her teeth play along the ridges of the shaft, enjoying David's muffled 
groans of agonized pleasure as he tried not to let the cabby know what was 
going on. 

Samantha laughed happily, the laugh bubbling up from her throat and forcing 
its way past the penis that was filling her mouth. Slowly she pulled back, 
tightening her lips around the shaft until finally just the head was held 
between her teeth. Softly she probed with her tongue, letting the tip seek 
out the eye and worry it open. 

Sweat poured down David's face and he had to bite his bottom lip to prevent 
making a sound. 

Quickly releasing the head, Samantha moved her head down to suck one of his 
testicles into her mouth. Teasingly she bit into the hard ball until David 
gave a muffled cry and tried to pull her off him. Immediately she loosened 
her hold and started licking at both balls, rolling them around with her 
tongue until David was squirming all over the seat. 

Samantha found that by licking at the testicles first, then moving her mouth 
slowly up the length of the shaft towards the head, she could make the 
Englishman go almost crazy. As she took the full length of the prick back 
into her mouth, David's hands grabbed her hair and pushed her hard into him, 
eager for her to swallow the entire length of his prick. 

Samantha sucked and sucked, drawing the come out of him as if sucking on a 
straw. She could feel the prick growing harder and harder and then, seconds 
before David's orgasm burst over him, his prick started to quiver and shake. 
Suppressing a smile, Samantha pulled off the prick altogether and sat up, 
licking her lips and watching in amusement as David's penis gushed semen all 
over his pants. David looked from his prick to Samantha as if he couldn't 
believe his eyes and desperately pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and 
started mopping at the pool of semen. 

"Bitch," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth as he blushed a vivid 
red. "Just you wait till I get you inside." 

Samantha smiled happily and leaned back in the seat, watching the outskirts 
of Naples flash by. 

Finally the cab drew up in front of an imposing villa that backed onto the 
sea. The cabby came around to hold the door open, looking intently at the 
come stains on David's pants as he climbed out. 

"Be sure you fuck her good for doing that," he said in perfect English. 
David blushed even more. "You can bet on it," he muttered. 

David's friends were out but the maid let Samantha and David in, blushing 
and giggling when she saw who it was. 

"I suppose you've had her, too," Samantha said. 

David nodded. "From time to time. Now, wench, no more fooling around." 

Samantha gave a little scream as David swept her off her feet and carried 
her through the house and out onto the patio. Some steps led down to the 
water and David descended them, finally dumping Samantha unceremoniously on 
a pile of sacks by the water's edge. 

A small boat dock had been built out into the sea and David busied himself 
with a handle set into a block of stone. Samantha watched with interest, 
wondering what he was doing. At first nothing happened but then, as David 
continued turning the handle, a steel frame covered with fabric netting 
extended out over the water, anchoring itself firmly to both ends of the 
dock. 

"What the hell is that?" Samantha exclaimed. 

David let go of the handle and came over to her, reaching around to unzip 
the back of her dress. Samantha pulled away and let the dress fall to the 
ground, then moved closer to remove David's clothes. When they were both 
completely nude, David picked her up again and, swaying precariously, walked 
out onto the net and dumped her down so hard that the fabric mesh dipped 
into the water. 

"Actually it's for sunbathing," David explained. "But can you think of a 
better place to fuck?" 

Samantha squirmed around on the net in delight, moving her body to find out 
how far the net would go underwater. David watched her for a moment, then 
lay back and put his hands under his head, staring up at the sky. Samantha 
licked her lips and made a dive for him, capturing his prick in her mouth 
and chewing on it until it started to respond. 

David grunted and pulled her closer to him, his hands coming around to play 
with her taut nipples. While the prick was still soft, Samantha held both it 
and his testicles in her mouth. Once it started to expand, however, she let 
the balls pop out and concentrated on the shaft alone. Her tongue darted up 
and down like a little bird, caressing and licking at the shaft and head 
until David was rolling around on the netting, little moans of delight 
coming from between his clenched teeth. She milked him for all she was 
worth, sucking and nibbling at the head and then drawing it deep into her 
throat. Finally David gave a low cry and lay still, his penis pumping a 
delicious load of steaming come into Samantha's mouth. 

Gratefully, Samantha gulped the semen down, relishing its slimy warmth as it 
slid down the back of her throat. Even when David's prick had given its all 
she still sucked at it, coaxing every final drop of come from his testicles. 
Only after he was completely dry did she lie back and give a sigh of 
satisfaction. 

"Now it's your turn again," she whispered. 

David needed little urging. He rolled over on his stomach for a moment and 
then suddenly stood up, causing the net to rock and dip into the water. 

"Hey, what's the idea?" Samantha said. David bent over and grabbed her legs 
in answer, pulling her up until she was almost upside-down against him. She 
put out her hands to steady herself, grimacing as the cold sea-water soaked 
her hair, completely saturating her scalp. 

David was holding her tightly by the legs. He shifted around slightly, 
getting thoroughly balanced, then pulled Samantha's thighs apart and rested 
her feet on his shoulders before plunging his head into her cunt. Samantha 
gave a gurgle of pleasure that turned into a cough as she swallowed some 
water. David's tongue was going crazy in her vagina, wrapping itself around 
the clit for a moment, then plunging deep into her cunt as if seeking to 
plumb the very depths. Samantha clenched her cunt muscles, trying to trap 
the wonderful tongue deep inside her. 

David only laughed; the laugh a rumbling vibration against her pussy that 
made her go almost wild with ecstasy. Her clit was throbbing with passion 
and David paid special attention to it, taking it softly between his teeth 
and biting down on it gently, making Samantha howl with pleasure. His tongue 
would work very lightly to start with, flicking across the clit barely 
touching the head. Then he would change his tactics and lick at it heavily 
like a dog, great slashes from his tongue that had Samantha quivering and 
shaking. 

Every time that David felt his partner might be approaching her orgasm he 
would withdraw his mouth, leaving Samantha twitching and begging for more. 

"David, darling," she groaned, her voice sounding muffled by being the wrong 
way up, "make me come; make me come really well." 

David's head dipped again to its task and he licked hard at the clit, 
twisting it around between his tongue and teeth before sucking it back into 
his mouth. 

Samantha could feel the muscles and nerves of her body seeming to tense as 
she neared orgasm. Her hips and buttocks thrust harder at David, grinding 
her crotch into his face as his tongue moved with renewed frenzy over the 
length of her cunt. 

A blazing fire was building inside her that became hotter and hotter until 
it finally exploded into a dazzling ball of light, the gusts of orgasmic 
pleasure sweeping through her body again and again. David held her tighter 
against him, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit as he kept the orgasm 
going. One after another, orgasms followed each other; so swiftly that 
neither Samantha or David could possibly tell where one ended and another 
began. 

Samantha was unaware of everything around her. She could think only of the 
pleasure David's tongue was giving her as it kept up its constant sweep over 
her cunt. 

At last David lowered her to the net and collapsed beside her, cunt juice 
dripping from his beard. 

"That was wild," Samantha murmured, snuggling up to him and tasting her own 
sex juices on his lips. She looked down at his crotch, fingering the prick 
which was hard and erect again. 

"Don't you think it should be put somewhere?" she suggested coyly, opening 
her eyes wide in an expression of total innocence. David grunted and sat up, 
pulling Samantha over onto his lap. She wriggled around for a moment, 
feeling the strength of his penis pressing up against her buttocks, then she 
raised up and came down on top of the head, sitting astride the prick so 
that her own weight forced its quivering length into her cunt. 

Down she came, the prick slithering into her until it was buried up to the 
balls. For a moment both remained still, enjoying the wonderful feeling and 
then David started rotating his hips, churning the prick around inside 
Samantha's cunt. At first she was sitting totally astride his lap but David 
suddenly grabbed her feet and swung her from side to side, forcing the penis 
even deeper into her. 

Samantha felt that the throbbing cock was trying to burrow a hole clear 
through her body. It felt wonderful, much more so than a normal fucking. The 
head of David's prick was twisting and stretching the walls of her cunt 
until it seemed as if they must surely split. 

Samantha's breath was coming in heavy gasps, her legs jerking around in 
David's hands as he continued his to and fro movement. She had never felt 
his penis in so deep before. It was almost as if his testicles were trying 
to bore their way into her cunt as well. 

"AAAaaahhh!" she groaned, her body slippery with sea-water and sweat. "Fuck 
me, fuck me, fuck me." 

Suddenly David let go of Samantha's legs and forced his hands under her 
buttocks, lifting her until only the throbbing head of his prick was held 
between the lips of her cunt. He held that position for a moment, leaving 
Samantha quivering at the top of his pole. Then he let her go and bringing 
his hands up fast to her shoulders, pressed her down with such force that 
the prick rammed into her cunt like a pile driver. 

Samantha gave a piercing scream and thrashed around wildly in her climax, 
twisting her head around to plant slobbering kisses on David's mouth. Even 
as she orgasmed David continued to fuck her, plunging his prick in and out 
of her shuddering body with sure, steady strokes. 

It seemed to Samantha that her series of orgasms went on forever. Faster and 
faster David fucked her, his breath harsh and hot against the back of her 
neck. The two bodies were so slippery with sweat that it required an effort 
on David's part to keep Samantha impaled on his prick. Finally he gave a 
bubbling cry and spewed his come into the innermost recesses of Samantha's 
cunt, driving her on to a greater and more devastating orgasm than any of 
the ones she had experienced before. 

It was almost ten minutes before either of them could summon up the energy 
to speak. Finally Samantha suggested a swim and the two lovers relaxed in 
the warm water, regaining their strength for a further sex marathon. 

"Do you really have to leave tonight?" Samantha asked when they were back on 
the net, drying off in the blazing sunshine. 

David nodded. "I've already made arrangements. Besides, the police suggested 
that it might be a good thing if I was to leave the country within the next 
twenty-four hours. How about you? When are you planning to leave?" 

Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "The doctor says that Mother will be fit 
enough to travel in about a week. I guess we'll be going back to the States 
then." She giggled suddenly. "You know it's all your fault she had that 
heart attack. I'd just got through telling her how Daddy had fucked me at 
Terry's party." 

David suddenly looked sad. "It's a pity I'm going," he admitted. "Your 
mother really was a fantastic fuck." 

Samantha glared. "Not as good as her daughter, I hope?" 

"Well..." David pondered and was about to say something more when he gave a 
yell and collapsed into the water, propelled by Samantha's foot. 

"Bitch," he grinned, grabbing her ankle and pulling her in after him. "Of 
course the daughter was best." He dived down and Samantha looked around for 
him, only to give a squeal of pleasure as he surfaced beneath her, hand 
grabbing for her cunt. 

"Any chance of you coming to the States at all?" Samantha panted as they 
grappled in the water. David shrugged slightly, sinking underwater and 
coming up blowing a fountain of water from his nose and mouth. 

"Maybe, who knows," he said. 

Together they scrambled back onto the netting, reaching for each other's 
bodies in an agony of sexual desire. Time and time again David flooded his 
come into Samantha's eager cunt until she felt that she could happily spend 
her entire life fucking by the side of the Mediterranean. 

As darkness fell they went to the airport together, Samantha standing alone 
on the top of the departure lounge, watching as the great silver bird took 
flight into the night sky. 

Yet all through the week that remained to her in Naples and during the 
flight back to the States, Samantha remembered David's parting good-bye; the 
words that were to ring in her ears for many weeks to come. 

"Well, Fred. I've taught you a lot and you've taught me a lot. Certainly 
you've turned into the best fuck I've ever had. Whether or not I ever see 
you again, I'll always think of you as the perfect holiday lover." 


End
