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The Beach House Escapades Ch. 02

By: tribalsurf



I'm again out on the terrace overlooking the ocean, watching the surfers try to make something out of the typically bad Florida slop. There hasn't been a solid swell since the day Vika almost drowned over a month ago; the day I had swum out and rescued my young friend after her board had knocked her unconscious when that freak swell had come out of nowhere and almost killed her.

At 9AM I hear a soft knock on the door to the kitchen. I open it to see Vika standing there looking around furtively as if making sure no one has seen her come up my drive. I put my arm around her and invite her in. I ask if she'd like some breakfast or perhaps a fruit smoothie. She looks up me and leans back closing her eyes, waiting for a kiss. I bend down and press my lips to hers and instantly her mouth is open and her tongue is wrestling with mine.

She breathes a great sigh of relief and admits, "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me again. Not after the way I left the other day.... What I said as I was leaving."

"Well, you really took me by surprise, Vika," I agreed, "but it's nothing we can't handle if we're careful." I look directly into her eyes and ask, "So nobody knows you've come over here today, and nobody knows about last Wednesday?"

She shakes her head emphatically no. 

"No entry into a diary? No blog chat on the internet telling how you gave yourself to a guy 10 years older than you? No sharing secrets with a girlfriend at school?"

Again she shakes her head, her long blonde hair swaying with the motion of her head. "I swear, Derek, I haven't said or written a thing!"

I gaze at her searchingly and then pronounce, "I think I'm going to need more than your word, Vika."

She looks at me skeptically and asks, "So what do you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking we can pick up where we left off, and have a lot of fun doing it!" I say excitedly. "You see these little security cameras I have installed?" I ask, pointing to them one by one as we walk through the house. They are all linked to my computer. It will be easy for me to set them up to record us together. It won't be very good quality --- nothing like you'd ever see on a porn site or a movie, but good enough."

"Good enough for what?" she asked, still sounding doubtful.

"Well, good enough that if you ever did accidentally or intentionally let it get out about how you came to lose your virginity with a man my age, I would have a videotape to prove that you participated willingly and were here because you wanted to be." 

I looked at her and smiled my brightest smile. "It'll be fun, Vika! I've thought about it all week. Like I said, the video quality off these little cameras suck, but who cares? If things go right, no one will ever see the tape. But meanwhile, we can put on our own little skits and stuff --- playacting if you wanna call it that --- and in the process I'll teach you a thousand ways to make a guy happy so that later in life, when you see me as just an old fart, you'll know how to wrap a guy around your finger and beg you just to smile at him! Wouldn't you like to know that kinda stuff, Vika?"

She nods her head as she puts her arms around my waist, looking up at me adoringly. "Will that make you happy, Derek? If it does, then I guess it will be all right. I mean, we both have to trust one another and it wouldn't be fair for me to hold all the cards."

"You are such a hot little mink, Vika and smart, too. Thank you." I leaned down and kissed her for a long moment, exploring her mouth with my tongue. When I pulled away she was dizzy and had trouble standing. "I'm gonna use my tongue just like that all over you, sweetie," I whisper.

She let out a little groan and squeezed my hand. "That's all I've been thinking about! What you do with your tongue...."

I'm looking at Vika's ass as she walks ahead of me back toward the living room, the material of her short shorts riding tight against her cheeks from behind, and cutting the cleave of her sweet pussy from the front. They have an elastic waistband, and in a moment of silliness I reach ahead and yank them down to her ankles, almost causing her to trip. I race past her, whooping like a madman while pulling my own shirt over my head. I race into the living room, where the sun pours in through the skylight and the sliding doors leading to the terrace. These also have sheer curtains that glow from the outside light, but allow no visibility into the house. Vika catches up, her shorts completely off and wearing nothing but a tank shirt and a pair of lacy white panties. 

"Do you like them," she asks, spinning on her toes like a model with her arms raised over head. "I rode my bike down to Target and bought them with my allowance. My mom would never let me get a pair like this. She treats me like I'm a twelve year old. I guess it's because I still sorta look like one, huh?" she asks, looking into my antique freestanding mirror. 

Her little body is underdeveloped, but plain cute as hell to me. "Vika, you look beautiful. Like I told you the other day, some girls mature fast and some mature more slowly. You're doing fine, so don't worry about it."

She pulls the panties tight into her crotch, the material disappearing between her pussy lips and whimpers, "When I do this they make my puss-puss feel funny," in a little girl's voice. 

"That's funny," I say. "They look like they were made for you. But I have an idea how they'll look even better...."

She looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to say how.

"Lying on the floor!" I say in a deep, sexy voice, making her blush cherry red. "Take them off real slow, like they are tight and you have to wiggle out of them," I suggest. 

"Today's lesson for you is going to be all about visual stimulation --- how to act, what to say, how to move to make a guy go crazy.... Starting with me! What you learn here today will only help you later on in life, as long as you remember that there's a time and a place for every type of behavior. You can act slutty in the bedroom, but when you act slutty out in public you give away your dignity. I guess you can say that it's all a matter of degrees. A little slutty to get a guy you like's attention is one thing, but to camp around like some girls do --- it just seems that they don't care what people think about them."

Now that she and I have worked out the basic problems to our "relationship", we can focus on its development. To accommodate this I have already made a few special purchases which I show her, ranging from sex toys for us to experiment with to outfits and costumes she can wear if we get the mind for some role playing. I plan on turning this barely legal girl into a well trained mink; to debase her in wild excess as she fulfills every fantasy I am able to conceive. There will be no titillations left unexplored – no decadence too depraved if those things are what I desire. I will teach her that in pleasing me or any man, her imagination is her greatest tool.

Her nimble young body stands naked before me, turning this way and that as she perches atop sandals with five inches of stacked heel and three inches of base. She's a bit clumsy at first, but soon finds the technique to master them. She bends and spins, using furniture as props for her show. I sit off camera, directing and lusting. She laughs as she watches my face for reactions, pleased with herself when she's doing something which obviously drives me wild. There isn't much that doesn't, when face to face with a girl with her looks and body. 

I know she's anxious to get into bed and further explore her newly awakened appetites, but there's plenty of time. I have her for the whole weekend, her parents leaving her on her own as they take the two night casino cruise out of the local port. She's an only child with no other family within 200 miles she reports with a bawdy wink. Her friends, which she says are few indeed, all have their own plans so all that's expected of her is to feed the family cat, "while you are feeding my pussy," she says, looking at me pointedly. I love her directness. A girl who knows exactly what she wants. 

She's here for me, and I have a video to shoot with her as the unsuspecting star. Since I don't know how many opportunities I'll have like this, I want to make the most of our time. I'll put her in one costume after another, from innocent schoolgirl to leopard skin clad cave girl, to sexy French maid. From a superhero Wonder Woman to submissive slave. It was odd buying all these costumes, but I found a store in Orlando which has everything I need, and the helpful clerk didn't seem to think anything of the choices I made. This store obviously caters to strippers and perverts like me! I got the sizes right, and Vika is having fun fixing her hair in different ways, putting on makeup to dramatize the look I seek, and of course, she loves the praise I'm constantly showering upon her. She seems to be a lonely girl, in dire need of daddy love. 

I've outlined a script for her and she's asked the right questions to figure out her role in it. For her role I've painted a few freckles on her face and she's got her hair pulled into two pigtails. She's got the Catholic schoolgirl outfit on, complete with pleated Tartan skirt that rides four inches above her knees, a sheer silk blouse and knee high white stockings with black and white saddle shoes. I've given her some plain white girls underpants to wear to finish off the costume. She looks adorable. We're enacting a scene where I'm her stern teacher who's upset with her grade performance. Her role is to act scared that if she doesn't pass the class her parents will be extremely disappointed and punish her. Her character has ridden her bike over to her teacher's house after school to beg me not to fail her. She's to be sweet and innocent with no idea of what I have in mind. I turn on the digital camera I've mounted on a tripod behind the couch, pointing it directly at her, the star. I've decided to use this as well as the smaller cameras hidden throughout the room, and she's willingly obliged, but only after I've promised that only she and I will ever see it. Sure.

Now we're into our roles. I've invite her in and ask her to sit down on my couch while I fix her something to drink. I hand her a glass of something. She takes a sip and scrunches her nose at the taste. It's vodka and cranberry juice I tell her, and she had better drink up. She's unsure, so I harangue her until she drinks the whole glass. I sit down next to her and ask her what she's willing to do to get that good grade she's after. She already has a buzz from the strong drink, and she stammers that she guesses whatever it takes, never suspecting what's in store. I take her hand and put it in my lap and hold it there. She can feel my cock stirring and her eyes get huge. Now she's scared, but the alcohol has numbed her inhibitions sufficiently for me to pull her to me so I can kiss her. She resists at first, but my insistence is too great. My hand lifts from hers and roughly fondles her breasts through her shirt, then goes between her legs, forcing them apart. She tosses her head to the side, breaking away from the kiss, a look of wild panic in her eyes.

"Mr. Deavers, what are you doing?" she cries as she tries to squirm from my grasp.

"I'm helping you get that grade you came here for. If you don't want to do the work in the classroom...." 

"But I only came here to offer to do extra classwork, or a special assignment or something," she pleads, her shoulders pulled up defensively and a worried look on her face. "I'm not sure I wanna do any of this stuff you're making me do...". Her voice trails off as I pull her mouth to mine again.

She lets out a tiny whimper but quits struggling. Once I know she's acquiesced, I tell her to stand up in front of me. I have one of the cameras positioned so it's behind me, aimed from a higher angle. The young girl complies, affecting the pose that Vika had given me just before she admitted her age the other day. Finger in her mouth, looking shyly away from me, one knee turned inward. I order her to unbutton her shirt and then take it off. She hesitates, so I reach out and pull her closer to me. She stumbles forward but keeps her balance. I grab her shirt at her neck and threaten to rip it open. Almost in shock, she begins unbuttoning it, exposing a tiny bra. I pull her shirt off her shoulders and throw it onto the floor. She's locked between my knees now and unable to pull away. Reaching up, I push her bra above her boobs, then use a hand to tweak each nipple. The horror in her eyes looks genuine. Her small nipples are soon erect, and I turn her from side to side to profile them for the camera. There is almost no boob underneath them, but what is there hints at lovely things to come in a few more years of development.

My hands now roam freely up and down the outsides of her thighs, making her jump each time they cup a handful of ass cheek. I tell her to back away from me and slowly work her panties down under her skirt all the way to her ankles while facing me, but not letting me see her pussy as she does so. Vika is a natural prick tease and is really getting into her role as innocent victim. She shakes her head no at first, then takes a deep breath when she realizes her only option is either to fail the class or do this. Still woozy from the vodka, she almost falls as she slowly slides the panties off, stepping one leg out and leaving them in a tangle around her left ankle. I tell her to take off her shoes but to leave her stockings on. She lifts first one and then the other up to me, putting her foot between my legs on the couch for me to untie. There's a teasing moment when you can almost see up her skirt each time, the long, tanned flesh of her skinny thighs creating a lust that will soon need to be quenched in Mr. Deavers. 

The girl reaches to the end table and brazenly picks up her teacher's drink and gulps it down. She knows she will need the alcohol to fortify her for what is happening. Now resolved that to get the grade she will have to do whatever her teacher demands, she decides she might as well give in to the moment and make the best of it.

"Mr. Deavers, are you gonna fuck me?" she asks in a high pitched little girl voice. "'Cause I've never done it before, and I'm scared it's gonna hurt!"

"It will hurt, Miss Hanaway, but I assure you it will hurt good." I breathe huskily, as she steps back and looks at herself in the reflection of a freestanding full length mirror off to one side of the large, sunny room. Standing there in the bright daylight, the sun outside intensified by the sea and white sand. Standing there wearing knee socks and a plaid skirt, her brassiere pushed up so her tiny nipples are showing.

She has the clear complexion yet to be blemished by either years or poor diet. Thin and winsome, she stands a little over five feet tall in her bare feet. As Miss Hanaway, Vika has affected the character of a girl a bit more naive when considering how quickly Vika herself has blossomed now that she has been relieved of her virginity... three short days ago.

"Miss Hanaway, do you understand that if you do not abide by my every wish today you will fail my class?" I demand.

"Yes, Mr. Deavers," she agrees, looking at me intently for her next order.

"Then turn with your back to me and bend over at your waist. Keep your knees locked." The girl bends over as if she's picking up a dropped pencil. She's not three feet away as I lean forward from the edge of the sofa and run one of my hands up the inside of her thigh, moving it slowly, caressing her young flesh as it proceeds up under her skirt. 

"Back up two steps," I say. She's now standing directly in front of me, keeping her back to me and still bent over, but craning her neck over her shoulder to gaze expectantly at me. Her pigtails and freckles are cute as hell and her expression tells me that Vika is heating up, even if Miss Hanaway the reluctant student is not. I use the remote control for the motorized swivel on the digital camera and pan her up and down, then move the zoom out for a wide view.

I slowly raise the back of her plaid skirt, feasting my eyes on her bubble butt, tracing the line where cheek meets thigh. Her tush is so tight that there is no droop, so her little bald clam stares out at me in a vertical smile, while her butthole, clenched so tight it appears to wink, looks like a little brown teardrop against her creamy, white flesh. I flip the skirt so that it lays across her back and use my feet to nudge her own apart. Now her little gash is partway open, and I tell her to reach back with both hands and spread her butt wide for me. She starts to object, then thinks better of it when I slap her ass with an open hand. She reaches back and pulls her butt apart, so far that the skin is stretched tight. 

Reaching out delicately with a thumb and forefinger, I remove a piece of lint clinging to her cooch, causing her knees to wobble. "Stand up straight now." I can still see her muffin with her legs so far apart, and I also see the first drip of honey forming between its lips. "Turn around," I tell her, "and face me. Lift your skirt up. All the way up. I want you to show me your little pie, and I want you to smile while you're doing it!" My tone has become increasingly bossy with each demand.

"Y-Yes, sir," she stammers, lifting her skirt and forcing a smile onto her pretty face.

"Tell me what you call it when you're talking to your mommy about it!" I snarl. "You have a name for it. What is it?"

"My puss-puss," she whimpers, blushing a deep crimson as she says it.

"Your puss-puss," I sneer. "You call your twat your puss-puss. Well, isn't that cute." 

She blushes again but continues to stand there holding her skirt up as I study her. "Pinch your nipples for me with your other hand. I want to seem them poking out like little erasers again. Keep them so they stay like that." 

Looking forlornly down at her flat chest, she begins a slow torment to each breast bud, turning them an angry pink as her nipples become erect. Her pussy begins to feel the effect of her unconscious arousal as blood begins flooding the area. I reach out and begin fondling her ass again, pulling her open from behind and working my fingers between the outer folds of her labia. Soon I have the little and ring fingers of each hand well inside her, the amount of honey oozing from her surprising me.

"Well, Miss Hanaway," I announce. I've been looking her in the eye the whole time my hands were assaulting her, enjoying the expression which slowly transformed from horror to unwilling arousal on her face. I take my hands away and show her the wetness I've discovered in her treasure box. "It appears that whether you like it or not, you are producing adequate lubrication for what I have in mind..."

I lick her juices from my digits and cock my head sideways at her. "What shall we do next?" I ask myself rhetorically.

"I want to go home!" Miss Hanaway cries, looking at the door. 

I grab one of her hands and pull her across my lap, positioning her so that her fanny is poking up in the air. I flip her skirt onto her back and draw small circles on each of her cheeks with a delicate finger. Suddenly I slap her ass, spanking first one cheek and then the other. She lets out a startled cry and then begins weeping, begging me to stop.

"Please, Mr. Deavers! You're hurting me! I promise to pay attention in class. I'll do my homework. Just let me go home! Please?," she sobs when I have stopped paddling her. 

I have her held down with one hand, but my other is free to explore, and explore it does, snapping the tight elastic of her bra strap before unhooking the clasp, then roaming down her back and across her burning cheeks. I lean over and blow a cool breath on her butt,then prod her legs apart, searching for her moist little quim. 


The Beach House Escapades Ch. 02



"Oh ho!" I cry triumphantly as I find what I'm looking for. "So you want to go home, do you? Well, not yet, little girl, and not while your puss-puss is telling me that she wants to have more fun!" 

I push her legs still further apart, so that one foot is now on the floor next to mine and the other is stuffed into the crease of the sofa back. I run a finger between her outer lips, back and forth while she squirms in protest. I spank her again to settle her down, then resume the work on her pussy, using my thumb and fingers to pinch her lips together one moment and then to spread them apart the next. I pull and stretch each outer lip, then begin digging with both hands, my little girlfriend now settled down and under control. I expose her cunny and begin finger fucking her hole with my thumb while another finger runs circles around her clit.

She's wet as ripe plum and Vika begins to moan with pleasure. I decide to bring her off right there, and within a few minutes of my tactile manipulation, Vika is in the throes of a full-blown orgasm, her butt twitching, her face whipping from side to side, her breath coming in raggedly gasps. I flip her over, keeping her in my lap, and tell her to make herself come for me. Her skirt is pushed around her belly. She bends both knees and begins furiously massaging her twat, using two fingers to rub around her clitty. I shove two of my fingers in her vagina, palm upward and hook the fingers like a claw, aiming for her G-spot. Now this is a source of enjoyment Vika and I had yet to explore, and the suddenness at which I have invaded her hole combined with what she was doing to herself was almost too much for her. When I find that soft, spongy area just behind her pubic bone and begin rubbing it harder and harder, lo and behold, Vika begins squirting like a little geyser. Her screams come loud and long; her surprise at what is happening overwhelmed by the intensity of her climax.

When she opens her eyes it's as if she's awakening from a coma. I've heard that the G spot can trigger the squirt response, but I've been able to get any other girls to spray like Vika. Thankfully I have hardwood floors with a double coat of polyurethane, and my couch is treated leather. I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom, just as I had the last time she visited me. She's splashed her cooter juice all down her legs and onto her stockings, and onto her skirt when it ran up her belly while I was holding her. I throw these right into the washer along with my own slacks and boxers and then join her in the shower for more soapy fun. I tell her we can finish the naughty schoolgirl script later.

She wants to get down on her knees while the water is beating on her back and try giving me a blowjob, but after a few minutes we both agree that there is a better place for those kinds of activities. Besides, I want to get it on film, and the more she goes along with my thinking, the better she likes the idea of being an eighteen year old porn star. I carry her out to my bed after we've dried each other off with huge, fluffy towels, using their softness to caress and arouse one another so that now I have a full on raging boner that feels like it could support her enitre weight if I could only balance her on it somehow. I stand on the bed over her and order her to worship my cock. She holds my throbbing member in her tiny hand and begins licking the shaft, gently, placing butterfly kisses on the tip as she reaches it and then commencing again. Now she has one of my freshly shaven balls in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue while looking up at me the entire time. I groan with pleasure. Vika smiles sweetly and whimpers softly while making slurping sounds. I unload a massive amount of come deep into her eager mouth, causing her to gag a bit, then she sucks the stringy drool back up and rolls it around on her tongue with her mouth open, showing me delightedly that she's got every drop. With a single gulp she swallows it and then resumes kissing and sucking my pole, milking a few pearly drops from the helmet's opening and lapping them off, backing her head away to see how far she can stretch the stringy goo. With a final swipe of her tongue she is done. I collapse to my knees and then onto my side, where I cuddle with my little angel until we both fall fast asleep.



The Beach House Escapades Ch. 03



I awaken before Vika once again, untangling myself from the girl's limbs carefully so as not to disturb her. I get up and pad out to the living room where I check the camera and batteries mounted on the tripod. 

For now I merely want to see the quality of the video and to note what changes in lighting or camera angle would be beneficial when filming Vika's next session. With the sound off I watch as Vika performs her schoolgirl routine, congratulating myself once again on how easy it had been to convince her to allow me to film her sexual awakening.

I retrieve the camera and move it to one of the back bedrooms of my beachside mansion, this one now specially equipped with extra soundproofing and a series of props added to create a sadist's dungeon. 

In the room blackened with scrim cloth there are wall shackles, ropes, whips, nipple and pussy clips, ball gags, and other items associated with dungeons and torture. 

Once the camera is set up and rolling I put on my black hood with holes cut for eyes, nose and mouth, and over that a lightweight movie camera similar to those used by recon soldiers complete with a drop down viewfinder and tiny remote control that I could attach anywhere on my body using a lightweight adhesive. My costume also includes a heavy black robe and black boots. Next I apply several water based decal-style tattoos to my arms and chest, and create a wicked, ragged scar on my chest that looks realistic enough to alter my appearance. I check myself in the dungeon's mirror and then sneak back into my bedroom where Vika still lies sleeping.

This episode has not been rehearsed by us in advance, my intention to make this as realistic as possible. Raw emotions are crucial to this version's "authenticity". 

Turning on my head cam I enter the darkened bedroom, switching on the LED lights on attached to the straps on either side of my head. These powerful little lamps illuminate whatever I'm looking at in blinding white light. 

In the viewfinder my hand reaches out and yanks the down the covers on my bed and then roughly throws Vika onto her back. She awakens with a startled scream, her eyes opening wide in terror but blinded by the LEDs. One of my hands clutches her throat while the other runs up and down her body, plucking nipples and pinching her pussy lips. My head follows my hand, the camera recording it all. 

"Derek?" she cries in fear.

"Hah!" I laugh, disguising my voice. "He's dead, you little whore!" 

I order her to sit up, giving her a slap across her face to urger her to my wish. Quick as a flash I have her blindfolded, bound and gagged, her wrists tied behind her back. 

Ripping off my camera and hood I don a pair of shorts and a T shirt. I snatch her up from the bed and sling her over my shoulder. I trundle her out the bedroom and through the kitchen, outside into the startlingly hot day. I circle my car with her over my shoulder to make her think I 've walked farther, knowing that I'm screened from view by the privacy hedges surrounding my house. I open the trunk of my A6 and set her down on her side. 

"Make a sound and you'll be as dead as your boyfriend," I threaten in my disguised voice. "He's back there lying naked in a pool of his own blood. I've saved some in a cup for you to drink later on when I get you to rape town," I laugh harshly. "I watched everything he did to you. I heard you beg him to fuck you. You'll be begging for me, too, bitch!"

Vika begins trembling uncontrollably. I get in and start the car, pulling out onto A1A. I drive one direction for a few minutes and then turned into a neighborhood, turning left and right in a haphazard way to confuse Vika, then return to A1A and back home. 

Having previously set the zone control central air conditioning system for maximum cool when we get there it's well below 65 degrees, 30 below the human body's normal core temperature of 98.6. With her still trussed and blindfolded I carry her through the house and down the hall to the room I've set up as my dungeon. 

Vika is struggling, and when I set her down on her feet she makes a move to evade me. I catch her pin her to the wall, using my body mass as I quickly cuff her hands into the restraints. She's crying, and she makes an attempt to kick me. I catch her foot and pull it down, latching it in to a restraint there. Then I do the same to her other foot. 

I back away, not saying a word, allowing the camera a full shot of her lithe and underdeveloped young body against the black backdrop. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared, making her nakedness all the more dramatic.  

I turn on the sound system and Death Metal music blares from the speakers, effectively drowning out any but the loudest cries. It is horrid music, but suits the mood I'm trying to establish and has the proper effect on little Vika, who tenses and writhes as the discordant notes and pounding cadence fills her head. 

I get back into my costume, adding more black makeup around my eyes. I approach her again after switching on some overhead lamps which suffuse the room in an eerie yellow glow. I've turned off the LED lamps on my hoodie cam. I walk up, knowing she can't hear me and blow lightly on first one side of her face and then the other. Her head whips from side to side. 

I snatch off her blindfold, allowing her to see me for the first time. Her breath sucks inward in a frightened gasp; the hood, the robe and tattoos convincing her that I am not me, but a stranger who has somehow invaded her world and kidnapped her. She stares in horror at a crude wood sign with the words Rape Town scrawled in blood red paint upon it. I hold a straw to her mouth which leads to a beaker of liquid in my outstretched hand. 

"Drink!" I command over the music, holding a steel cup to her lips.

Vika searches my face, or rather my mask, for any sign of recognition. I've even gone so far as to put in contact lenses which have altered my eye color to dark brown from their normal glacier blue. When she doesn't drink quickly enough to suit me I reach out and grab her throat again. It's then she notices the tattoos and becomes convinced that someone else besides me is standing before her. She begins to pee in fright, and I back up and catch some of the urine in the cup. I wait for her to finish, the urine pooling beneath her in a puddle.  I pretend to drink a gulp, smacking my lips in delight.

The liquid in the cup, besides the trace of Vika piss, is a combination of mescaline, PCP and DMT. Two of these are psychedelic compounds, one very fast acting and short in duration while the mescaline takes longer to begin its effects which last for several hours. The PCP is an animal tranquilizer, portioned to such a minute quantity in the drink I've administered to Vika that she will only feel an out of body dopiness, enhanced of course by the hallucinogenic attributes of the DMT and mesc. The DMT will hit her first; suddenly and without warning, the MAO inhibitor I've added allowing it to become active through oral ingestion. 

I wait for a long minute, turning my back to Vika while knowing my other cameras are busy recording the scene from their wall mounts. I slowly turn around, letting her see what I'm holding in my hand. 

It's a huge dildo, shaped like a severed arm, the head a balled fist. When she sees it her knees sag and she hangs by her wrists, her mouth agape and her eyes showing indescribable terror. I put it back on the table and pick up another device, this one a long, curved surgical blade that shines ominously in the reflected light. I rake it through the air in quick successive slashes and she goes wild, a keening wail issuing from deep inside her and rising above the grinding obscenity of the music. 

I return this to the table and turn back toward her, in my hand a ball gag. I walk over and roughly strap it to her head, then pinch her nipples until they are hard. I can tell the DMT is affecting her, for her breathing is rapid and her eyes are twitching and blinking. I reach over and kill the music, the room going silent so quickly that it is shocking to both of us. God, I hate that shit.

I pull the blindfold down over her eyes and leave her there in the frigid room while the DMT plays with her mind. I turn the stereo back on, this time with a tape of people whispering and odd sounds like metal scraping and shit like that. It's spooky as hell when you're straight, so I know it's going to fuck with her head while she's tripping. 

I know she is in another world when after removing the gag from her mouth she begins singing nursery rhymes in a strange, hollow voice. She's no longer shivering from the cold, a typical response to a potent hallucinogen, where body stimulae are over-ridden by the kaiedescopic visions going on within the mind. I turn off the air conditioner and begin letting the room warm up. It shouldn't take too long; it's hotter than hell outside today.

I click on the neon sign attached to the wall across from her. It blinks on and off, on and off. It reads, "NO HOPE". I remove the blindfold and she stares at the sign, hypnotized by the strobing message. I place wood clothespins on her nipples, and another on the outer lips of each labia, dragging them downward with their weight. 

She begins to whine until I show her a different ball gag, this one with spikes protruding from it. Her eyes widen and she collapses against the restraints again. 

I put the gag down on the work bench. I slip the blindfold back over her eyes, then turn off the sign. I remove the restraints from her arms and legs, then pick her up and carry her to a narrow horizontal bench about four feet off the floor and built upon a sturdy base. 

She's tripping heavily on the hallucinogenic soup I've given her, mumbling incoherently and docile as a little lamb. I lay her down on the bench and begin tying her with thick hemp rope, crossing her torso so that she's trussed in a way which leaves her nipples exposed, her arms behind her back and her legs pulled apart with a spacer dowel of shiny black plastic between her knees. 

I take the clothespins from her nipples and pussy lips and again remove the blindfold.

I want her to suck my dick, but I'm afraid she'll recognize it and realize who I am. I stroke her pussy until she begins to moan, her body betraying her mind at my stimulation. I take a small vibrator off the bench and begin working it across her cunt lips and around her clit, using my fingers to open her. 

She tries to resist what her body is experiencing, her mind stretched as tight as the ropes which bind her. She comes close to an orgasm but I don't let her reach a climax. I take her back and forth several times like this, and I can see that each time it frustrates her further. Her pussy is opening and closing like a little clam whenever she gets close to coming, the pink lips clenching and releasing without conscious volition.  

I know the mescaline is a powerful sexual inebriant at the dosage I've given her, and that her desire to climax is almost unbearable for her. After an hour of this torment I allow her to have her orgasm, and when she does it's so powerful that it reminds me of a dog shaking the water from its coat. The quivers turn to trembles which in turn give way to spasms which wrack her body from head to toe. I suck and nibble her nipples as she climaxes, her flat chest so arousing to me that I hope she never develops any further. 

After she's come I flip her onto her belly, knowing it's got to be uncomfortable for her the way she's bound by the chafing ropes. Ask me if I give a fuck. Now she's facing the floor and can't see me or my cock, which is hard as a fucking steel rail, as it has been since I first brought her into my dungeon. 

I roughly open her snatch with my fingers, and then spit onto her twat to lube it up, although she's still pretty wet from her orgasm. I drive my dick into her and piston her ferociously. She's my fuck toy now, and while she's under the effect of the hallucinogens I know her body will respond no matter where her mind takes her. 

I grab her under her hips and lift her so her little ass is poking up at me as I continue to pound her snatch. I slow and enjoy seeing how stretched her cunt is around my big cock, and gaze lustfully at how her lips elongate as I pull back. In and out I go, playing with her butthole and spanking her ass once in awhile. 

The girl loves to fuck and even though she's been drugged and traumatized, she begins pushing against my thrusts, her back arched and her head pulled painfully upward by the handful of blonde hair I'm yanking. I pull out and shoot my wad across her ass, one pulse of spunk landing in the middle of her back. She comes at the same instant, her moans laden with despair as her mind trys to come to terms with what's happening to her.

I leave her tied and face down and bring her another glass of clear liquid to drink. I push the straw into her mouth and pull her head back with another handful of hair.

"Drink or die!" I snarl, knowing she's still tripping her ass off. She searches my face, seeing only the hideous mask and hood, trying to determine whether there's any humanity to be found. She sips tentatively until I pull from a pocket a straight razor. I snarl again for her to comply, raising my hand threateningly. Vika drains the glass and I release her hair. She slumps back down, crying.

This drink contains a sedative that will knock her out for an hour or so, mixed with some vitamin B12, which will help restore her nervous system and bring her down from the mescaline. Before it takes effect I flip her over onto her back and rub the huge dildo arm all over her, making her cringe when I come close to her pussy with it. 

I pretend I'm going to open her and try to fit it inside her, going as far as squirting baby oil all over it, causing it to glisten in the weird lighting of the room. I turn on some red spot lights which beam straight down on Vika, and flick the switch to the neon "No Hope" strobe.  

Her eyes slowly close and soon she's asleep. I gently slap her face a couple of times to make sure she's completely out. I pull on one of her pussy lips and tweak her nipple, too. She's out like a light. 

I untie her and carry her into a bathroom. I give her a sponge bath and check her carefully for any chafe marks from the ropes and hand prints or bruises from my games with her. There's not a mark on her thankfully. I brush her hair, careful to get it parted right down the center the way she normally wears it. 

I take a dab of toothpaste and smear it on her teeth and put a bit on her tongue. She swallows reflexively, carrying the mint throughout her mouth, masking the residual taste of the drugs I've given her. I carry her to my bed and stretch her out on it, covering her with the sheet and light blanket.

I race back to the dungeon, stripping off my robe and hood. I pull the black drapes off the walls, letting the sunlight pour in. The red bulbs are changed back to regular spots and the neon sign comes down. I remove the upright wood frame with the restraints and the torture bench, fitting them up into the attic with all the other paraphenalia from the room. In less than fifteen minutes it looks just like a regular unused bedroom once again, with no trace of the horrors to be seen. 

I hop in the shower and take a long, hot soak, careful to remove the actor's black around my eyes, the contact lenses and the phony tattoos. When I'm done I dry my hair and put on some shorts and a T shirt. I make a couple of fruit smoothies and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for when Vika wakes up. It should be any time now, my formula being precisely measured for a girl her size.

I sit at my computer and check out the video of our S&M session. It's turned out great. My camera placements had proven to be spot on to capture the various expressions of fear and desperation on her beautiful face, despite the variances in lighting I had used. Using a split screen while I worked I was able to keep an eye on Vika through the camera mounted on the ceiling fan right over the bed. 

She bolts upright shrieking for help, then looks around with a freaked out expression. The poor thing is trying to make sense of how she ended up back in my bed, the drugs I had given her scrambling the signals so completely that I feel confident I can convince her that she's experienced a terrible nightmare. I close the video and open a document file to replace it.

I turn at her scream and jump over to the bed to console her. Her eyes are as big as saucers and she's trembling like a leaf. 

"What's wrong, honey?" I say, feigning surprise to her reaction.

"How did I get here?" she cries. "Where's that man?" her head jerking around looking for the monster who had kidnapped her. "Oh my God, he told me you were dead!" she sobs.

"Sweetheart," I say softly trying to calm her. "You've been here all afternoon. You must have had a bad dream." I stroke her hair and she hugs herself tightly to me.

"No!" she insists. "A horrible man came in and snatched me up while I was asleep and then threw me in the trunk of his car and drove me someplace else. He said he had killed you with a knife...." She begins crying inconsolably.

"He put me in this room... it was like a dungeon or something. There was this loud music and lights going on and off --- one of them was a sign that said No Hope," she whispered, almost in shock from the memory. 

I kept my arms wrapped around her, making soothing sounds of comfort.

"He tied me to a wall. I didn't have any clothes on. I couldn't see his face because he wore a mask. He made me drink something. It just seemed to be water, but pretty soon I began seeing colors dripping and melting all around and hearing voices like people whispering about me."

"Honey, don't think about it. It was just a bad dream. I mean, here you are and here I am, too. You haven't gone anywhere. We took a nap, and you woke up a little when I got up. You said you weren't feeling very well, so I let you sleep all afternoon."

I start to get up but she won't let me. 

"Come on, sweetie! Let's go out to the kitchen. I've made some smoothies and sandwiches for us. Maybe if you eat something you'll feel better."

"Derek, he raped me!" she whimpered, looking down at the sheets. "He had me tied up and face down on this weird table. I couldn't do anything to stop him. He fucked me real hard ---- I can still feel it," she said trying to convince me. 

"Vika, you've been here all day," I say more firmly now. "Lying right there sound asleep since about 11 o'clock. It's about 4 now, so you've been out like a light for five hours." 

"No!" she insisted. "It happened. I can feel him touching me all over and doing things to me. I can still feel the ropes, goddammit!" 

She pushes herself away from me and searched every inch of her body looking for a telltale sign to prove her story. She shakes her head in frustration and looks up at me.

"Derek, am I going crazy?" she asks. "It was more real than any dream I've ever had. It was more real than reality, if that makes any sense."

"Darling, I don't know what to tell you..." I sigh. "Dreams are funny things. The mind is the most powerful thing in the universe, at least as we know it. Sometimes weird things happen and parts of it start working that are normally shut down." 

I feel her forehead as if checking to see if she has a fever. 

"I wish I knew what to tell you. Come on, let's get something to eat and then we'll go outside and maybe go for a swim if you want."

"I think I want to go home, if that's all right with you," she asks timidly. "I need some time to try to figure out what's happening to me. Can I come back over later on tonight? Maybe around 9 o'clock or so?"

"Sure, Vika. You can do whatever you want. I've got some errands to run anyway.  Or stay home if that feels better to you," I say in a dismissive tone.




The Beach House Escapades Ch. 03



"Are you mad at me?" she asks, her eyes filling with tears.

"Why should I be mad?" I say, not looking at her. 

"I don't know... you just seem a little pissed about something."

"Don't worry about it. I guess I'm just a little bummed out is all. I thought we were going to spend the weekend together is. I blew off Marcia so you and I could hang out. I bought a bunch of stuff so we can play and make fun movies, and now you're bailing out because you had a bad dream...." I look over at her wearing a mix of disappointment and contempt on my face.

"I'll come back, really!" Vika says, coming over and putting her arms around my waist and looking up at me beseechingly.

"Right," I respond, twisting away from her, playing the game like the pro I am.

"We'll make as many movies as you want, Derek," she pleads. "I just need to be alone for a while. Maybe talk to one of my girlfriends and see if they've ever had a nightmare like the one I've had today."

"Which girlfriend?" I ask, trying not to sound too interested, but happy that our conversation is going exactly the direction I had hoped it would.

"Amy probably," Vika answers. "She's really smart. Plus, I'm thinking that maybe this dream I've had is tied somehow into hormones or something. She's ...." Vika looks away embarrassedly before continuing. "...She's more developed than me. All the boys are crazy about her, but she's like me and can't stand guys our own age."

Perfect! I think to myself. "So what's her story?" I ask in a nonchalant tone.

"She told me her parents divorced when she was about five, and now she lives with her mom. I guess it's pretty hard for them both. Her mom drinks a lot and doesn't come home at all some nights. Amy says her mom has lots of boyfriends, but never brings any of them home for fear that they might try coming onto Amy. Like I said, she's really cute. She's my best friend."

"You haven't told her about us, have you?" I ask casually.

"Not really. I told her about how you rescued me out in the ocean and that we've become pretty good friends since then. She's seen you out on your deck. She thinks you're hot," Vika disclosed with a funny smile.

"Hot, huh?" I say, smiling back at Vika. "So why don't you tell her about us and see if she wants to get in on it? I think it would be fun for you to have a girlfriend here with you. You told me once that you were unsure about which way you wanted to go sexually didn't you? At least until you and me started messing around...."

"I don't know," my little friend replied, tilting her head in consideration. "You mean you want her to come over here because you think that I would like maybe having sex with her, too?"

"Yeah, and maybe she'd like to have sex with you, but has been too shy to admit it. I mean, you guys are at the age where most girls are boy crazy and are supposed to act like it. If you don't and she doesn't, it either means you are a lot more mentally mature than all the other girls your age --- or that maybe you like girls more." I wait for this to soak in, then add, " --- Or maybe you're both a little bi, and want to experiment with guys and girls."

Vika looks at me brightly and nods her head. "I'll ask her if she wants to come over tonight with me. I'm not gonna tell her too much, so we'll just have to take it slow and see how she acts. Maybe if you and me start messing around, and then we both turn our focus on her...."

God, this girl is sly as a fox and as horny as a bonobo. She already has a plan on how we can seduce little Amy. 

"OK," I agree, acting indifferent. "And no big deal if she doesn't want to come over, as long as you do..."

"I'll be back for sure, Derek. Once I clear my head I know I'm gonna want your tongue all over me," she sighed dreamily. "God, that is the most incredible feeling!"

"Yeah, but maybe two tongues will feel even better," I suggest with a little wink.

Vika's nipples begin hardening at the thought. She pulls my face down and gives me a long kiss. When we pull apart she's dizzy and has to sit down. I bring her clothes to her from where I had neatly folded them and placed them on the bench at the foot of the bed.

"Get dressed. Go home. Call Amy. Figure out what you need to figure out. I'll be here waiting for you."  

I pause and then add, "For you, Vika.... You're the one I'll be waiting for." 

I know a little reassurance to her that I'm not shopping for a replacement will do her a world of good. She's still an insecure child in a lot of ways, unsure about her sexuality and embarrassed that her body is still so under-developed. Two of her most redeeming features in my book.

She blushes and gets dressed, striking little poses for me, knowing how much I like looking at her in any state of dress.

"So you're not mad, right?" she says again.

"No, Vika. A dream like that would shake anyone to their core," I agree. "I wish you hadn't had it, and maybe Amy can help you get it sorted out."

"God! It was so real!" she repeats. "That room... The music... The flashing sign and that horrible man and the evil things he did to me." She shudders and hugs me one last time before slipping out the kitchen door. 

I watch her go and smile to myself.  This is just too easy. 



The Beach House Escapades Ch. 04



Chapter Four: The Beach House

Vika calls me at 7PM and wants to know if she and Amy can come over before 9 like we had agreed. I tell her that's fine. I ask her if she's told Amy anything, and she responds in a whisper that she can't talk at the moment too well, but that I should be ready for a surprise.

Vika's tone had been excited, as if I will like whatever the surprise might be. I get my cameras tuned up and my software and drives ready for the next set of adventures. 

They arrive a bit before 7, both wearing knapsacks and wearing typical Florida fashions for giris their age ---- tight lowriding bellbottom pants, shirts cropped to expose bellys and arms, and too much eye makeup. 

Well, not really too much, because I love that slutty-little, virgin-whore look that girls affect when the're experimenting with makeup. I'm talking lots of eyeliner, a touch too much mascara and lashes teased to their max. Trying to look older than they really are, but turning out looking like little tarts in need of spankings. Vika has her hair pulled into two long pigtails, braided tight. She knows what I like.

My eyes pour over her little friend. Amy is four inches taller than Vika and much more developed in the bust and hips. Her waist is trim, with no poochy belly or flabby ass. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes, and is tanned dark as an almond. 

She looks shyly at me as she scoots by through the kitchen door and joins Vika leaning against a counter opposite me. I smile at the both of them and hold Amy's eyes when we are formally introduced. She holds my gaze with an expression of interest and challenge, her body language saying that she's aware of me as a man, but she doesn't return my smile. She is very cute. 

Vika gives her friend a tour of my house while I make some chocolate milkshakes for them and a fruit smoothie for myself. I hear the two of them giggling throughout, and I wonder just how much Amy knows at this point. They both come back into the kitchen, and Vika excuses herself saying she's got to use the bathroom, leaving Amy and I alone together.

Amy boosts herself up onto the counter, watching me as I blend our drinks. 

"I'd rather have a beer if you've got one," she says offhandedly. "Milkshakes are for kids."

"In the fridge," I reply without hesitation. "Help yourself."

She hops down and opens the refrigerator, pulling a bottle of Dos Equis Amber from the door and tries to twist the cap off. 

"Here," I say, throwing her a bottle opener. "The good beers don't have twist tops." 

She catches it deftly and pops off the top like a pro. She spies the trash can standing open next to me and snaps the cap into it with a whizz from 8 feet away.

"Hey, your pretty good at that," I laugh, looking at her.

"I'm good at all kinds of things," she says as she lowers her drink from her lips, running her tongue across them seductively. It's then that I notice that she's wearing braces on her teeth. Probably the reason she doesn't smile is because she's embarrassed about them.

"Come here," I say in a friendly tone, accepting her challenge.

She saunters over and stops right in front of me. I lean down and kiss her, using my hands on her hips to pull her to me. She kisses back, and I can taste the beer as she stuffs her tongue in my mouth. She presses into me, grinding her pelvis against my crotch. 

Definitely not a virgin, I laugh to myself. We pull apart simultaneously, both aroused and intrigued. She smiles shyly and I can see that she's as much surprised at herself as she is with me. I'm really digging the braces, but don't say anything about them. 

She has long, brown hair, parted down the middle, a broader face and fuller features, with maybe a trace of Italian or maybe Arab, or even American Indian mixed in somewhere a few generations back. I'm inclined to think Italian as I look at her more closely. I like that she lets me stare, and that she's checking me out just as thoroughly.

"I'm glad you're not doing dumb-shit stuff like asking me how I like school," she says, still standing inches away and looking up at me. "I told myself that the instant you did I would be outta here. I'm not some little kid, and I hate being treated like one."

"I didn't suggest that Vika invite you over here so I can treat you like a kid, Amy," I say pointedly. "I don't treat her like one, so I don't intend to treat you like one... but I have been known to give spankings now and again."

She giggles a bit, then looks up and bats her eyes innocently while staring at my lips. We kiss again, and I grab the cheeks of her ass and pull her into me, letting her feel my erection through our pants.

We are still mid-kiss when Vika returns.

"Jeez, you guys!" she exclaims with a laugh. "I leave you alone for a minute and you're all over each other."

I pull the much younger looking Vika to me and kiss her just as deeply as I had her friend, stretching her up on tip-toe while fondling her ass the way I had Amy's. She lets herself go into the kiss, relaxing and getting better every time we do it. It was hard to remember that only three days ago she had been an untouched virgin. 

I wonder what Amy's story is. Had one of her mother's boyfriends gotten to her after all? Or is she a wild-child who gives herself to any guy who shows an interest. 

I ask Vika if she wants a beer, or perhaps some wine. She shakes her head and asks if I have any vodka. I do, so I bring down a bottle from the cabinet and mix some with a bit of orange and cranberry juices. Not very strong, but enough to loosen her up a bit --- not that she needs it sexually mind you, but perhaps to disclose some hidden tidbits about herself which will inspire Amy to do the same.

I walk out to the living room, turning off this light and that and replacing them with a couple of sconce lights along the walls, casting the room in a warm and relaxing glow. Other soft illumination comes filtering through the leaves of the many lush plants tucked in the corners of the big room. 

We all find comfortable seats and sprawl out, watching my 72 inch plasma screen as I run a DVD which was put together by a buddy of mine in California who does screen productions and video editing overdubbed with a kickass soundtrack. It never ceases to amaze. The film is mainly a collage of great surfing, snowboarding and snow skiing, with some skateboarding here and there. Interspersed are incredible scenes from the Grand Canyon and Yosemite and other mind bending vistas. Amy and Vika ooh and ahh and are completely mesmerized. 

I bring out another beer and another vodka, making this mix even weaker than the one preceeding it. Into both drinks I've slipped a hit of ecstacy, a mild euphoric drug that lowers inhibitions and makes one feel very erotic. The doses are just enough to have an affect, while not so great as to let the girls know they've been drugged.

When the movie's over, I switch to a videodisc of soft porn, featuring sexy girls in the 18 to 22 year old range doing provocative strip teasing, nude posing, and such. Interspersed are still shots of hot hunky guys, just to keep my company interested. I turn on my mpeg player, pre-programmed with a mix of club music. 

I move over onto the couch next to Vika. She snuggles in close, glad that I'm showing her affection, whispering in my ear that she's so ready to fuck that she's about to go crazy. I kiss her and rub her pussy through her pants and then whisper back that she has too many clothes on and that I'd like to see her in just her shirt and panties.

She stands in front of me and does a slow, sexy strip, wiggling and giggling and making sexy faces at me and Amy. I pat the seat next to me and beckon for Amy to sit on the other side of me. She hops over and pretty soon I'm kissing and rubbing her, too. I whisper that she should get comfortable, but that there's no pressure on her to do anything she doesn't want to. She shrugs nonchalantly and stands where Vika has just been. Vika sits back down and takes my hand and puts it on her upper thigh as we both watch her friend.

Amy has a bit of a beer buzz going, and I can see she's working up her nerve to undress in front of me. Her long hair hangs forward, hiding her face in shadows. She sways to the music, allowing me to look her up and down for a long count. Slowly she unbuttons the closure to her pants, letting them hang open as she raises her shirt and exposes more and more of her torso. When the bottom of her shirt reaches her breasts, she stops, then begins raising it again, giving us a look at her full breasts enclosed in a low cut bra. I command her to take her damn shirt off completely, and it works. She's got a great rack.

I whisper to Vika that she should maybe help Amy get her pants off, suggesting that she unzip them slowly and from an angle where I can see both girl's faces. Vika slides off the couch onto her knees next to Amy, and runs a hand up the inside of Amy's leg, beginning at her ankle and ending in her crotch. Amy smiles down and widens her stance a little, not put off at all by Vika's actions as Vika rubs the edge of her hand across Amy's slit. 

Next Vika takes hold of the brass pull of the zipper and works it down a little at a time. Meanwhile Amy is massaging her breasts and rubbing her belly, the way she's seen a million MTV babes do in the music videos. She's damn good at it, too.

Vika has the zipper all the way down, and she reaches up and pulls them apart at the top, exposing a large V and a good look at some pretty red panties underneath. Vika rejoins me on the sofa while Amy shucks off her shoes and britches one-two-three. I pull her down into my lap, kissing her and rubbing her again, this time without the interference of all that heavy cotton. 

I rub Vika's cooch with my other hand, slipping it beneath her white G-string – the thong panties I had given her earlier in the day causing her to squeal with delight. She's wet as a ripe blueberry, and I take my soaked hand and bring it to Amy's mouth, wondering what she'll do. She knows I've been playing with Vika's snatch just as I am her own, although so far my hand has remained on the outside of her little-boy briefs.

Amy looks at my hand and then up at me from her spot leaning against my chest. Her large brown eyes are soft and questioning. She's stretched out against me with her just her ass on the edge of the sofa between my legs, her own firm, brown legs stretched out straight in front of her. Her face turns back toward my hand, which I'm holding in a place which allows her to decide whether she wants to take a lick. 

Vika looks expectantly at both of us, then suddenly reaches over and replaces my hand with her own on Amy's crotch. Without a blink or a nod, she makes two quick passes over her pussy, then slides her whole hand under the silky material.

It's all Amy needs, and she begins licking Vika's wetness off my fingers greedily, sucking my fingers like they're miniature cocks as Vika goes to work on her best friend's love pie. Vika scoots out in front of Amy, sitting at our feet. She reaches up and the two of us work Amy's panties down, one side and then the other, till they are around her knees. 

I take the opportunity to unhook Amy's bra by its front clasp, and before you know it, she's naked as the day she was born. I stand her up so Vika can get the damn panties all the way off, and Amy reaches over and grabs the rest of her beer and chugs it down until it's empty. 

Like I said, Amy's much more developed than Vika, but still looks very young. Her breasts are a tiny bit lopsided, with one nipple a tad higher than the other, but altogether she has very nice tits. Her pussy is bald like Vika's but her pudenda and outer lips are fleshy and exposed, again in contrast to Vika's pussy being no more than a pink slit against her white skin.

Vika stands up next to Amy and they begin kissing. Man is it hot! I love watching two chicks getting close with each other. While they're doing that I kneel at their side and slide Vika's thong down her legs and then stand and pull her shirt over her head. 

Now I've got both girls naked. I sit back down while they continue to kiss and massage one another. Amy lowers her head to lick Vika's perky nipples and Vika whispers something to her that I can't overhear. Amy smiles and takes another nibble before straightening up. Both girls look at me sitting in front of them and then grin at one another. They are flushed with arousal, their lips full, their nipples erect and their vulvas crimson with the blood flowing there.

They motion for me to stand in between them as they begin dancing in place to the sensual rhythm of the slow trance music coming from the speakers. Combined with the ecstacy, this music takes one into the primal erotic zone of the brain, deep into the limbic region of instinctual conditioning. And there's no urge as primal as the sex drive. 

The effect of MDMA, or "X" is to relax one's mind and body while stimulating the sensory inputs, making sound, color, touch and taste more heightened and definitely more enjoyable. The hysteria which surrounds this drug is just one more campaign by the alcohol and tobacco industries to keep all recreational drugs in their hands.

I take my place where they suggest and both girls begin sinuously wrapping themselves around me, running their hands over the shirt I'm wearing. Vika tugs it up in front while Amy does the same with the back, and when its up to my chest I take over and pull it over my head. I give both girls a gentle push toward the couch and they sit next to each other, stroking each other while watching me intently. 

They're both deep into the drug now, without knowing it. I'm hoping that this experience for them will impart upon their subconscious the notion that the sex we'll have tonight will be the the watermark they measure against for years to come.

They are mesmerized as I stretch and flex. I have a great body, I'll admit. I stand just over six feet tall and have broad swimmer's shoulders and a wide back. My pecs, lats, delts and traps are all big without looking bulky. I'm pretty lean thanks to a low fat diet and lots of good exercise. My abs are hard as a rock and cut like marble. My ass is tight and round, and when I flex it the glutes really pop. My quads show pretty good mass, again without looking overly bulky. 

It's just an overall good, strong symmetry of excellent genetics enhanced with exercise and nutrition. I have thick, wavy black hair which I usually keep at what Marcia calls my Italian Playboy length, meaning it can be pulled back into a short ponytail or topknot. I prefer keeping it loose with a messy part just off-center. 

I did some modeling in college, but couldn't stand all the effeminate males in the industry. I'm not homophobic, which means a fear of homosexuality. I just don't care for what being gay represents, personally. I don't get their silly mannerisms and funny way of speaking. 

I do a variation on a Chippendale's routine for the girls, noting that their pupils are beginning to dilate from the ecstacy I slipped into their drinks on the second round. Suddenly both girls are at my feet and pulling my shorts off in a frenzy. I let them finish undressing me and then shoo them both back over to the sofa. I'm half erect and my 8 inch cock hangs full and resplendent against the backdrop of my neatly trimmed pubic hair and the pale area of skin surrounding it. 

I keep on with my routine, flexing, posing and stroking my cock until it is fully erect and standing out from me like a horizontal flagpole. I hang my shorts from it and curl them up and down by flexing the internal muscle used to pinch off the bladder. When this muscle is properly developed using Kegel techniques it makes an incredible difference in your sexual prowess, noticeable both to you and your partner. When a woman develops the same muscle in herself she can squeeze her clam so tight that it grips like a vise. Fuckin' A! 

I walk over closer to the girls and stroke my rod like I'm masturbating, holding it over their upturned faces as they both feast their eyes on me and what I'm doing. I angle my fuck stick downward toward Vika and she jumps to a kneeling position and begins giving me a blowjob. I hold her head in my hands, turning us so Amy can see everything. I reach behind her head and urge her toward me. 

Vika pulls my dick from her mouth and offers it to Amy who shyly leans in and looks closely at it. She is reluctant to go any further, so Vika just shrugs and resumes her sucking, now showing off by taking me all the way down her tiny throat. She coughs and gags a bit, but goes right back at it once she's caught her breath. I tell her what a good girl she is. 

I smile down at Amy and pull her up so she's standing next to me. I kiss her mouth and run my hands all over her body, kneading her perfect tits and softly tweaking her large nipples. Using my strong fingers I work various pressure points and muscle connections in her shoulders and along her back, and soon she is so relaxed her head is rolling with pleasure. I give a tiny push on the tops of her shoulders and she collapses to her knees next to Vika. 

This time she lets Vika feed her some of my cock. She takes tentative licks on my soldier's helmet, then slowly eases the head into her mouth. Vika strokes her back and pulls the hair away from the side of Amy's face.

I grin to myself when I notice that the song that's playing is "Take It As It Comes" by the Doors, a song to a young girl to relax and let things happen as they will with an admonishment to always have fun. Yes indeed. Amy has a very soft mouth, treating my dick like it's a fragile object. I'm beginning to think this is her first blowjob.

Pretty soon the girls are taking turns slobbering on my rod, tongue wrestling each other around the shaft and even sucking my balls, each girl taking one in her mouth. Amy follows Vika's lead at each turn. Her vixen act earlier was just that --- an act. Vika is the schoolmarm, showing her friend the ropes. 

And speaking of ropes, I'm just about to throw some on Amy and Vika's faces and down their throats just about any time now. Watching them suck cock and make out with each other would be erotic enough, but when it's your own dick they're working on together the pleasure is indescribable. 

I don't want to freak Amy out right off the bat by unloading a batch on her face, but I know my little Vika will drain me like a thirsty slut at a well. I push my dick at her and she knows what's coming --- literally. She begins bobbing and stroking me furiously until I'm right at the edge, allowing me to coach her until I'm spewing baby gravy into her eager little mouth. She swallows in one big gulp and then drains the rest of her vodka and cranberry. 

Vika is definitely bi-sexual. I can see this clearly now as she kisses her way down Amy's front, and then lies on her back and scooches herself into position directly under her friend's twat, like a mechanic sliding under a Mercedes for some work on the rear end. She goes to work with gusto, tittering to herself that she's wanted to eat Amy out for a long time. Amy doesn't seem to mind one little bit.

I back away, enjoying the expressions Amy is making and the guttural sounds coming from Vika as she slurps away like she's devouring a ripe mango. Soon I'm on the floor between Vika's legs, giving to her with my mouth as good as she is to Amy. 

The juices from Vika's cunt are sweet as honey, and I lap at her until she too is twitching and moaning. I look up and watch Amy weaving like a strand of kelp in a current, her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm approaches. I move from between Vika's legs so I can put my tongue against Amy's clit while Vika works her from underneath. 

Amy cradles my head, running her fingers through my thick hair. Soon she's climaxing, her fingers kneading my scalp harder and harder. With a gasp and a cry it hits her, and I wink at Vika who is looking up at me while Amy twitches at every lash of our tongues.




The Beach House Escapades Ch. 04



We make her come, and then I suggest we all retire to my bed. I stand them side by side and then scoop them up, bracing a forearm under their butts to lift them. They squeal like little girls as I carry them this way back to my bedroom. 

I've already got the mood lighting set, and the speakers in the living room carry the trance music into the room. I set Amy and Vika down on the bed, the silky smoothness of the satin sheets caressing their skin and making them writhe in pleasure. The ecstacy is really running hot through their veins, and they begin kissing each other without any prompting from me. 

I owe Vika an orgasm, so I start sucking her pussy the way I know she likes, rimming her butthole and nibbling her clitty while Amy works on her upper body. I take her up and down, keeping her on the edge of the knife so to speak, bringing her closer and closer to release until she's crying and begging me to let her come. 

I guess Amy's never seen anything like this before, because her eyes are wide in wonder at Vika's pleas. When I do finally bring her off I use only my hand, massaging her puss-puss as she arches her back off the bed, clawing at the sheets and thrusting her pelvis as the waves of pleasure crash down upon her.

"Wow!" Amy remarks. "I want one 'a those!"

"I think we can probably work that out for you," I agree with a smile, before kissing her plush lips. 

We make out while Vika goes to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to fetch a pitcher of ice water and some glasses. Amy is completely relaxed with me now, and seems to love the feeling of my hands all over her body.

"I fee really good," she breathes.

"You sure do," I agree.

"No, I mean I feel so relaxed and comfortable. I was real nervous about coming over here tonight."

"You were?" I whisper as I nuzzle her neck and ears. "You seem to be a girl with a lot of self-assurance." I draw back and look down at her and smile. "I think that's sexy as hell."

"Mmm, I really like kissing you," she says nudging me down. When we break apart she adds, "I've only kissed girls before..." She hesitates. "...OK, I've kissed one boy, but that doesn't count because he was my cousin and I was only thirteen."

"So this is different from kissing your cousin?"

"Oh yeah," she agrees, her eyes closed as I run a hand across her breasts and down her belly, stopping over her pubic mound. I grind the heel of my palm against the bone beneath and let one finger drag itself across her clitoris. She moans, keeping her eyes closed.

"What are you thinking about when I do this to you? Are you thinking about me, or are you imagining it's a girl touching you?"

"You!" she immediately replies. "Oh my God, I'm thinking about you."

"So why do you keep your eyes closed?"

"You really want to know?" she asks shyly.

"Tell me," I breathe, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, but keeping my head turned so I can look at her face.

"Shit, that feels so good," she moans as I butterfly tongue the tip.

I replace my mouth with my hand and slowly twirl her erect nip gently, waiting for her to answer my question.

"I keep my eyes closed because I don't want to seem like I'm staring," she finally admits, looking deep into my eyes. "You're like movie star handsome, you know? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and I don't want to seem like some dumb kid who can't take her eyes off of you."

"Well that's a relief," I sigh. "I thought you didn't like looking at me. I really like looking at you, Amy. You're spectacular! And I don't mean just to look at. You are a feast for the senses. You're gorgeous, bright, funny, and sharp as a razor." 

I kiss her again so she won't have to say something stupid like 'thank you'. 

"And you taste good, too!" I add, as I pull a drop of her wetness from her cunny and lick it sensuously from my finger.

She giggles and pulls my finger to her mouth, taking a lick herself. "Not bad," she agrees. "Could use a little tabasco..."

"Oh baby, you got plenty of hot sauce down there," I growl as I begin kissing my way down her belly.

Vika is a very generous friend, and remains out in the living room while I get Amy off for her first time solo with a man. It doesn't take too long, and unlike Vika, she doesn't seem able to recover quickly enough to experience multiple orgasms. Or at least not yet. The more time I spend with her the more convinced I'm becoming that she's a virgin, and hasn't had any form of sex before, whether with a boy or with another girl. She may have done some petting, but I'm betting that's all. 

While Amy lies in a crumpled heap I go looking for Vika, finding her in the guest bathroom. She's wearing nothing but her G-string. She's brushed the tangles out of her hair and pulled it again into the two pigtails with the part right down the center of her head. I watch as she applies more eye-liner, encouraging her to really put it on thick. 

She's on her tiptoes looking into the cabinet mirror over the sink, making her cute butt poke out like a dangerous weapon. I can't resist the urge, so I step behind her and begin rubbing my dick between her legs and up her ass crack. She pushes back, bracing her hands on the sink. She removes one and uses it to pull the cunt floss aside, telling me she's wet and ready if I want to fuck her right there. 

The way she says it is more of an order, so I willingly oblige, pressing the head of my schlong against her waiting cunt. I ease into her, taking her hand and putting it back on the rim of the sink while I hold her panties away from her cooch. 

We fuck like this for a few minutes, both of us looking at the other in the mirror, liking what we see on the other's face. I pull out slowly and then work her panties all the way off. I re-enter her and then lean back and lift her by her hips so her feet come off the floor. I shuffle a few steps and then sit down on the closed commode, Vika still impaled on my dick, facing out from me. 

She spreads her legs so her feet have a purchase against the floor and begins riding me this way, using one hand to brace against my chest while the other strums her favorite song on her clitty. This girl is so tiny and so tight that with each lift my ass comes a little bit off the seat. 

It's about the sweetest pussy I've ever stretched. She suddenly thrusts herself down as hard as she can on me, driving my cock deep inside her. I feel her cunt spasm as she begins to come, and her little hand is flying as she masturbates herself. Her shrieks echo off the tiled walls, the bright lights seeming to amplify them even more.

When her climax is over I take hold of her hips again, keeping her deep on my pole. I move us onto the floor, doggie style. I flip the little skirt up, admiring her little butt as I drive in and out of her, this time purely for my own satisfaction. 

I guess Vika doesn't give a shit about my selfish nature, because before I know it she's coming again, flogging herself savagely as she bucks back against me. 

"Oh yeah?" I ask in a menacing tone. "You think this is all about you and your needs, do you?"

"Umm-hmmm," she answers, panting from her exertions as she looks back at me, her heavily made up eyes making her look like a slutty tart. 

"It's all about me! Like I could give a shit whether you bust a nut or not," she snarls, taking the part of the hard-bitten vamp.

"Yeah? Well we'll see about that!" I growl back at her. 

I grab the tube of K-Y off the toilet tank lid and let some drip into her ass crack. I pull my dick out of her cunt and add a drop to it, working it around with my hand. Vika is in the ultimate pose of submission, her head resting on her her forearms, with her butt poking back at me. 

I can see ever detail of her sweet, young pussy and waiting poop shoot. She knows what's coming, and she's already moaning before I even get back into position behind her.

All the commotion has piqued Amy's curiosity, and she's now standing in the hallway just outside the bathroom. Vika is facing her direction, and as I enter her bunghole she looks up and sees her friend.

"Oh my God, Amy! He's fucking my ass," she moans. "It feels so good!" 

She lowers her head again and I beam a contented smile out at Amy who smiles back, enthralled by this fucking I'm putting on her classmate. 

"Fuck my ass, Derek!" Vika sobs, almost crying from the exquisite pain. "Oh yes. Yes. Shit! Oh fuck yes!" she moans.

I motion for Amy to step over Vika with a jerk of my head. Vika is in another world and doesn't notice. Amy takes a seat on the john, still naked; still hot as hell herself. Her nipples become erect as I pull her to me for a kiss.

"Check this out," I say, pulling my dick all the way out of Vika's pooper. Her asshole gapes as I use my thumbs to spread her cheeks. On an ass as firm and tight as Vika's, it really isn't necessary, but this way I could angle her to give Amy a better view.

"That's hot," Amy says, her voice seeming overly loud in the small confines of the bathroom. 

I'm turned sideways so I can look at her, too, as I ask, "Will you play with yourself for me, Amy? Can I watch you masturbate while I fuck Vika's ass?"

"Only if you'll butt fuck me too, Derek," she says, draping herself over me, rubbing her tits on my back as she kisses my neck. "As much as Vika seems to like it, I know I will, too!"

"Oh, you can count on it, babe," I agree in a joking tone. "But first, do you want to see me fill her ass with my come?"

"Yeah! Fill her up!" Amy cries delightedly. 

God, what nasty little minks these two are!

Vika is in an anal trance. Eyes closed, contented expression on her face, the girl is in Fuck Heaven.

Amy sits on the edge of the toilet lid and spreads her pink prize for me. She pulls her lips this way and that, then tugs on the hood of her clit. Using two fingers she eases it back so I can see the clit itself, standing up like a man in a canoe. It's so hot that I feel the semen heating up in my balls. 

I latch onto Vika's hips and really begin pounding, causing Vika's head to come up off the floor and jerk with each inward thrust of my meat stick. 

Amy pulls a wet finger from her snatch and holds it out for me to lick, then offers some to Vika, leaning across me so her boobs rest on my shoulder. I crane my neck around and take a nipple into my mouth while continuing to pound Vika's butthole. Amy sits back down and works two, then three fingers inside herself. 

Vika is beginning to react even harder to my thrusts.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she cries.

I respond with primal grunts of my own. We sound like two wild animals rutting in the forest, and pretty soon Amy's pants and moans join Vika's and mine as she gets close to bringing herself off. I'm not sure if either of the girls climax, but I sure as hell do. 

I squeeze off about a quart of love sauce into Vika's ass, my dick pumping the froth around her butthole's edges so that it dripps onto the towel Vika is kneeling on. Amy leans in to see, still frigging herself unabashedly. I pull my dick out and we watch as Vika's gaping hole quivers as my pearly juice squishes out whenever she squeezes the backdoor closed.

"Ah yes, the anal creampie," I sigh contentedly, beaming at both girls.

"Too fucking hot," says Amy as she gives Vika's ass a good crack with the palm of her hand. 

"Derek, bad girl's like us need plenty of spankings, don't you think?" 

She kneels down next to Amy, waving her ass at me like a matador's cape to a bull.

"Yeah, you sure do," I agree as I spank both of them until they are crying.

It is right then that I congratulate myself for having the foresight to put a camera in every room of the house.



The Beach House Escapades Ch. 05



The girl's asses are both cherry red from the administration of my corporal punishment. I've been spanking them both till my own hand feels like it's on fire, till they are no longer giggling and squealing like naughty little vixens! 

That damn ecstasy I've given them is still running hot through their veins, and I'm about ready to tie them both up side by side on my bed and really let them have it. First I'll drizzle a bit more of the drug into their mouths, feeding it to them at the same time they are sucking the come from my cock. I'll slip a hit in my own mouth and let it dissolve, and then drool the stuff into their eager little mouths. After their last lessons they are more anxious to please me than ever, allowing me to do anything to them I want. 

Even Amy has come to the realization that there are no limits in sex, no perversity, no deviance. It's all just a matter of allowing it to happen. Welcoming it, in fact, for through obedience comes reward. She's watched me fuck her little friend's ass while the girl cried as much from pain as pleasure. 

Vika has learned that in pain there is pleasure, for her, and for me. Especially for me, and that's the object of the lesson: My pleasure is her reward. Soon it will be Amy's turn to also reach that epiphany and find the joy in her own heart which over rides the pain and turns it to what she craves. She will be most happy when she's making me happy. Simple as that.

I've got the hits of ecstasy right there in the bathroom cabinet in a tiny vial. I put both girls on the floor in front of me sitting on their heels like well trained puppies, but much much cuter. I take two tabs out, then remove two breath strips from a container nearby. These are those little slices of vegetable plastic treated so that they'll melt instantly in your mouth leaving behind a blast of flavor. 

"Vika, show Amy how to suck my dick the proper way," I command. "I want you to make me come in less than three minutes....starting.... Now!" as I look at my watch and note the time.

Vika begins furiously sucking and stroking my dick, knowing that I'm not fucking around. Her ass is so red that I know she'll have a hard time sitting down for two days, yet she'll be proud nonetheless of how such a thing came to pass.

It's all just a matter of conditioning. Rewiring their minds to my own ends. Soon I'll have them salivating like Pavlov's dogs at the mere mention of my name. The right drugs, the right mindset, the right environment, proper coaching, peer pressure, and the desire to please are all it takes, and I've got the whole package working perfectly.

"Friction, girls, friction!" I snarl. "And visuals. Amy, I want you to suck on Vika's little nipples while she's sucking my dick, and at a minute and a half, I want you two to switch places. Turn so that I can always see your faces. Rub your pussies, or do something erotic for me, or else you won't make the cutoff time. You don't want any more spankings tonight, do you ladies?"

Holy shit, you've never seen two sluts more motivated to getting me to shoot a load down their throats. Vika's little hand is going a thousand strokes a second while her eyeballs are bulging from my dick crammed to the back of her throat. She's retching and swallowing whenever I let go of the back of her head, sucking in a quick gulp of air before I'm shoving pole down her gullet again. 

Amy needs a bit of convincing, so I yank her up by grabbing her under her armpit and give her butt three hard slaps. Her eyes tear up, but she doesn't try to flinch away. They've learned that lesson, too. I push her back down and call the time at 90 seconds. Amy takes my dick in her hand and strokes it while balancing the head on her outstretched tongue. It looks pretty good, so I let her get away with that. I move her hand to the hot spot and show her the tempo I like. 

Vika has leaned under her and is licking my balls from my asshole to the base of my dick. I'm almost there....

"OK, girls, here it comes," I announce. "Sit up and put your faces together." I slip the mint strips and the ecstasy into my mouth. "Don't waste a single fucking drop of my sauce," I grunt as the ejaculation approaches. Both girls look up expectantly, eyes wide open, mouths at the ready.

"Ahhh.... Unh!" I shoot a line of jizz into Amy's mouth first, then turn quickly to give Vika her treat next. "Keep your mouths open, whores!" I shout. I lean down when I've finished coming and spit half my saliva into one girl and the other half into Amy. "Now swallow!" Both girl's eyes grow wide at the intense flavor of the breath strips. They gulp down their treats and giggle, sitting back and rolling their necks to ease the tension built up from their cock washing. "Now into the bedroom, both of you. Lie down side by side on your stomachs and wait for me there."

I wet a couple of washcloths with cool water, and sprinkle on some tea tree oil and aloe vera gel. When I go into the bedroom the girls are stretched out just the way I've told them. I put a washcloth on each of their cute asses, letting the mixture soothe the burning from those spankings I'd given them. I alternate letting the cloth sit with blowing softly on the inflamed skin after the rags are removed, making the girls moan with pleasure. 

Amy's little derriere is actually quivering from a muscle spasm, so I reach between her legs and begin stroking her pussy to soothe her further while gently massaging the muscles beneath the skin. She's got a terrific ass; more plush and developed than Vika's hard little bubble, but just as tight.

Despite the amount of sex we're having, all of us remain amped up; the girls perhaps from the ecstasy, and myself from just plain horniness and the promise of even more debauchery to come.  Vika says she needs a break for a little while if we don't mind – saying that she's thirsty. Is it OK if she goes out into the living room and drinks that milkshake I'd made for her earlier? I know she's just pretending, wanting me and Amy to have more time together alone. I think she probably knows that her friend is still a virgin, and wants to give her a chance to decide whether she wants to remain that way without any outside influence.  Like she's got a choice in the matter...

Amy is suddenly very shy with me, so I take my time with her. I lie along side her and softly caress her, then begin giving her a total massage, using the light oil I keep on hand. I begin at her neck, piling her hair off to one side on the pillow and knead the muscles from behind the ear down to their connecting points in her shoulders. Working my way down, I spend almost thirty minutes on her back, legs, calves and feet. She's so quiet I'm not sure she's even awake, until I stop and she whispers a "thank you" and rolls over onto her back. I put a few more drops of oil on my hands and begin working on her front, but this time not on muscles, but on her erogenous zones.

She closes her eyes after staring up at me with an expression which tells me she's mine to do with as I please.

"Amy, do you want to know how to please a man?" I ask softly. "What feels good to him?"

"I guess," she answers unsurely. "Yeah," she admits. "I don't know anything, do I?"

"Babe, you are so fucking hot you don't need to worry about it." I whisper as I kiss her, causing her to shrug her shoulders and giggle. I notice her nipples harden immediately.

"Well I want to know the stuff you've taught Vika," she adds, suddenly enthused about the prospect. 

"When it comes to sex, guys don't have the emotional depth of women," I tell her. "We only need the slightest bit of encouragement and we're ready to go. Just looking at a pretty girl gets us excited. Then if we can get her to give us a bit of friction, she'll have us under her control."

"Friction?" she asks inquisitively. "You said something about that in the bathroom a little while ago."

"Yeah, friction. You know... hand job, blow job, dry humping as a last resort. Guys will take any kind, but we like fucking the best, although a good hummer is hard to beat. We also like girls with boobs like yours to let us titty fuck them so we can give you a pearl necklace."

"What's a pearl necklace?" she asks in a serious tone.

I kneel over her and slide my hard cock between her breasts, holding their sides so they squeeze together around it. 

"If you let me do this till I come, I'll end up giving you a pearl necklace," I grin down at her.

Amy laughs and says she can't believe it's that easy. I reply that it is just that easy. A sexy look, a bit of skin, an innocent brush up against a guy --- even a nice, feminine fragrance like perfume or body sweat can make us aroused. 

"Body sweat?" Amy asks, laughing.

"Oh yeah, it's full of pheromones. Sex smells." I nod. "All a girl has to do is create an interest and from there it's easy for her. Once the guy is on the hook he'll almost beg her to satisfy him. Sometimes you merely have to tell the guy to get himself off and he'll be glad to oblige, as long as you keep up with whatever it was you did to first get him aroused. 'A bit of skin, a sexy look, an aroma that he finds stimulating....'".

"I don't understand," she complains.

"OK, here's an example. I find you very arousing." I point to my cock, which is standing erect, which is about the only ways she's seen it in the three hours since she's been here.

"So you're saying that all I have to do is to tell you to jerk yourself off – to give you my permission? – and you'd be satisfied with that?"

"Yup. If that's as far as I believe you're willing to go," I agree. "But you have to keep in mind that some guys are more demanding in temperament, or maybe if alcohol is involved it probably won't be that easy. Then you've got to be careful you don't get raped if you've aroused a guy and he's looking for you to provide the friction he craves. You've got to be aware of the circumstances, is what I'm saying. Don't ever forget that there are some real assholes out there, and that alcohol makes smart people stupid and nice people mean."

"You don't need to tell me about that," she sighs. "My mom's a drunk. I never know what kind of mood she's gonna be in when she's been drinking."

"Well let's not get diverted down that sad road," I suggest. "We're talking about sex. How you can be in control, at least most of the time. Sometimes it's more fun to give up the control and see what happens. ... If you trust the person and the situation you're in."

"Kinda like what I've been doing tonight?" she suggests.

"Exactly. You arrived not knowing exactly what to expect. I tried to put you at ease by showing that I appreciate you as an adult... That I find you attractive... That I wanted to experience what it would be like for us to share a sexual experience together, on the condition that you can say 'stop', or 'no' at any point."

"I haven't reached that point yet with you Derek," Amy smiles wryly.

I lean down and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down on top of her. She wiggles herself around so that I'm between her legs. We kiss deeply until I pull away from her and look into her eyes. I brush a strand of hair gently from the side of her face.

"You're a virgin, aren't you darling?" I ask.

"Yes, but I don't want to be anymore, Derek. I want to be a woman for you. Like Vika is. She's so happy since you and her did it. I guess I want that same feeling."

"Are you sure, because I really want you that way too. But once you give up your cherry you can never get it back," I caution. "And you and I have to agree that if we do have sex --- if we fuck --- it doesn't mean that we're staking claims on one another's lives. You know what I mean by that?" I ask.

"You mean that I shouldn't expect you to fall in love with me, right? That I shouldn't expect you to come riding up on a white horse and whisk me off to some castle where we'll live happily ever after."

"I couldn't have said it better, sweetheart," I say, kissing her again, moving myself so that my cock is pushed up against her cunny.

I begin rubbing my hard on up and down the outside of her slit, causing her to moan. I move so that just my cock is making contact with her. She looks down to watch.

"God, this is so much better than I ever could have imagined," she sighs contentedly. "I always thought I'd end up my first time with some stupid guy who had no idea what he's doing, like I've heard lots of other girls describe. This is so much better." She pauses for another moment to watch my cock glide up and down against her pussy.

"Fuck me, Derek!" she demands. "I don't want you on a white horse. I don't believe in fairy tales. I only believe in this moment right now, and right now I want to feel that dick of yours inside of me."

"God that's sexy," I breathe into her ear, making her giggle. "Do you have any fantasies of how you've always wanted it to be your first time? Like you dropping down onto me, setting the pace? Or getting it from behind, doggie style? Or like this, missionary style, with you looking up at me and me looking down at you as we share this magic?"

"Like this," she says immediately. "Just tell me what to do to make it easier. I don't care if it hurts a little. Vika told me it did for her at first, but then it felt so good that she forgot about it. I really like her, don't you?"

"Vika is a one of a kind," I agree. "She's her own person, just like you are, Amy. She acts on impulse, pushing herself into new situations without worrying too much about consequences or control. You approach things more carefully, but with a sense of adventure nonetheless. You use your intelligence. She uses her courage. Both are exciting as hell to me."

I grab a tube of K-Y and put a drop on the entrance to her sweet cunt and another drop on the head of my dick. I push her ankles up so that her knees are bent, then I lift her ass and prop it up on a pillow. I put the washcloth right under her puss puss. She's good and wet, but I want her to stay lubricated because I know I'm going to fuck her six ways from Sunday, and it's only 10PM on Saturday. I kneel between her legs, playing with her pussy, then lay down atop her, using my hand to guide my schlong into her. Just as the head finds her outer lips I kiss her. Our tongues wrestle for a moment, then as I begin pushing inside her she pulls her mouth away, focusing all her attention on this new sensation.

I go slowly, making her dig her nails into my shoulders, urging me on. She doesn't seem to feel any pain as I sink deeper and deeper into her. She has her eyes scrunched shut and makes funny grimaces with her mouth as I slide deeper and deeper inside her. There's no feeling of something breaking, but she's tight as hell. It feels great. Her pussy walls clasp my dick in their smoothness, as if her cunt and my dick have been waiting for each other forever. I'm almost up to my hilt when I feel the head touch her uterus. She's been dead quiet throughout, gasping now and again and exhaling slowly, willing her pussy to open wide enough for my large crank. Our eyes are locked upon one another's, and I lift myself off her when our pelvises finally make contact so that she can see her young pubic mound swollen with my girth and length.

She gives me a big smile, her mouth all full of braces. She thinks it's been easy. She's proud of herself for not letting it hurt too much. I smile back at her. I've eased all eight inches into her so slowly that it made me want to scream. There will be screaming all right.

I begin withdrawing, slowly, slowly, till just the head is inside the opening to her moist tunnel. Suddenly I drive it in, pushing so hard it almost knocks the wind out of her. Her eyes go round and her jaw hangs open in surprise. I begin pumping her, a few deep strokes and then a series of shortened ones, keeping her guessing, not establishing any rhythm that she can join in with. I want her to feel what it's like to be fucked for fucking's sake. Where a man uses a woman for solely his own needs and she's just an aid to his masturbation. 

I grunt and make caveman noises as I pound her relentlessly, squeezing her tits and reaching between her legs and diddling her clit. She doesn't know what to make of it, and lies there with a shocked expression on her face, knowing she's being raped and knowing that she more or less has asked me to do this to her. Pretty soon she begins crying out, making squeaks and grunts that are half filled with fright and the other half with a pleasure she can't account for. This is like nothing she's ever experienced.

I slow down and begin a rhythm that is soothing and relaxing, now letting her feel how it is to be made love to instead of being fucked. She smiles, showing me those cute brace-lined teeth again. I hold her hips and roll us over so that now she's on top. She's pretty athletic and very enthusiastic now that she's no longer scared, and begins bouncing up and down, clenching her eyes closed and moaning as she uses me as her sybian. 

I show her a technique I know will further her arousal, again holding her hips and grinding her backward and forward so that her clit receives plenty of stimuli. She's close to an orgasm. I pull her even further forward so that my pelvic bone is contacting her clit, but now my cock is so deep that it's hitting the tip of her uterus again. Her eyes fly wide open and she begins climaxing instantly. She begs me not to stop what I'm doing, as her sweaty body goes deeper and deeper into her orgasm. Her boobs are bouncing wildly and her hair is hanging across her pretty face. 

Her hands are on my belly, her nails digging and raking me as she spasms. She's having a multiple, and I let her go on for as long as she can handle, not caring about the scratches all over my torso. The little dear holds one continuous note as she lets herself flow with her climax.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she sighs in a decrescendo. Her body sags limply still astride me, her spine curved and her head hanging forward like she's unconscious.

"Did you like that?" I ask, rolling her off and alongside me. She smiles and nods her head shyly, her eyes soft as a fawn's.

"It was wonderful," she says. Especially that last part, when I was on top and you were moving me that way. You were so deep inside me!" she exclaims in wonder.

Her pupils are still dilated, telling me the ecstasy is surging in her system again. I tell her to relax there while I get us something to drink. I get up and leave the bedroom, finding Vika lying naked on the sofa watching the sports video again while slowly caressing herself. I pull her to her feet and kiss her, thanking her for being such a wonderful lover and friend.

"Did Amy have a good time?" she asks, looking at me expectantly.

"Yeah," I answer, kissing her again. "She gave me her gift, and I took it gladly. It was a lot different from when you and I fucked for the first time, but it was OK." 

I scoop her up and carry her into the kitchen, holding her while she pours a couple of glasses of water. She holds one to my lips to sip, then takes a few swallows herself. 

I carry her into the bedroom and she passes Amy's drink to her as she sits up in the bed. The air is cool in the room, making Amy shiver as her body temperature drops. I set Vika down next to her, and the two of them wrap up in each other's arms, nestling like kittens. 

I walk over to my dresser and remove from one of the drawers two shiny new vibrators, each smooth and about 6 inches long. I toss them on the bed after making sure they work, causing the girls to smile first at me and then at one another. I pull on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and grab my laptop and a pair of ear bud headphones.

"Where you going, Derek?" Amy asks.

"Just out on the back deck for a little bit," I answer. "I just had an idea for the show. I want to get it down while it's fresh in my mind."




The Beach House Escapades Ch. 05



"Derek writes scripts for a television show," Vika says proudly. "He does all his work on his computer and sends it to California, and then the actors and director film what he's written and he gets paid a butt load of money." She shakes her head in amazement. "Is that cool, or what?"

"Maybe he can write about us, Vika...," Amy suggests.  "Maybe he can write something and we can make a movie!" she exclaims. "A porn movie!" Both girls squeal and roll around together, ticking the other with the vibrators. 

I grin at them and leave them to their fun. My laptop is wirelessly connected to my main computer, and my plan is to watch the girls remotely. Everything they do and say will be picked up by my cameras and microphones, and I'll be able to monitor them from anywhere in the house within the Bluetooth's range. Little do they know that they are already porn stars in the making, and all our activities this evening have been duly recorded for posterity.

I sit out on the beachside patio, loving the feeling of the warm night air and the breeze blowing in off the ocean. I power up my Mac and link to the cameras in the bedroom. The girls are whispering, huddled close together on the bed. I put on the earphones and turn up the volume on the computer.

"It was really nice!" Amy is telling Vika. "He explained how guys are, like telling me that it doesn't take too much to get them turned on.... He gave me a great massage to relax me, and then he asked me if I had any fantasy on how I would lose my virginity." She giggled before continuing. "I told him I wanted him on top, and he put a pillow under my butt and bent my knees so my pie was pointing right at him. God, he's got a huge dick!"

"I know!" Vika rejoins, laughing. "I called it his horse-thingy." Both girls break down into a riot of giggles. "So how was it when he put it inside of you? Did it hurt real bad?"

"No! It was easy. And it felt so delicious! And he went so slow that it felt like it was gonna go on forever. He showed me how deep he was inside me by propping himself up on his elbows. Then he looked at me with those love-eyes of his and I wanted to cry I was so happy."

Vika makes a sound of agreement.

"But then it was like he went crazy. One minute he's like an angel, and the next he was fucking me so hard I could feel his balls slapping my butthole. It was like he was trying to tear me apart. At first I was scared as hell, and then suddenly he settled back down."

"Did he come inside of you," Vika asks concernedly.

"No, I'm pretty sure he didn't, because right after his crazy spell he fucked me nice and slow, and then rolled us so I was on top. Then..." she pauses, not wanting to continue.

"Then what?" Vika insists, pulling Amy's hands away from her face which she has covered in embarrassment.

"Then while I was on top of him he showed me a way to move that made me crazy! It was like I could feel every part of my body all at once. Oh my God, it was incredible. He made me come and then I just kept coming like forever. I know I was making the 'ugly face', but he was telling me how beautiful I am and how good I felt. I don't think I ever want any other guy to screw me after Derek."

"I know," Vika intones in agreement. "How can it ever be so good as it is with him?" Both girls shake their head in wonder.

"Unless maybe it's with each other," Amy suggests, pulling little Vika into a long, passionate kiss. 

They stay locked together for over a minute, Vika on top of Amy, her tight, white butt and pink pie making me so horny I want to run in there and fuck the shit out of her.

Amy was right, I hadn't gotten a nut while I was fucking her, and my balls are boiling with pent up jism. But I am resolved to let the girls have a session together by themselves. 

Vika kisses her way down Amy's belly, then Amy suggests they do a sixty-nine on each other. Vika's face lights up with excitement and soon the girls are lapping at each other's pussies like there is no tomorrow. Vika comes first, and Amy follows shortly after. Both girls have cute-as-hell ugly faces. 

It's not too much later when the sound of buzzing vibrators can be heard, my cue to rejoin my little honeys. I watch for a few moments as they work them inside themselves first, manipulating and maneuvering the dildos as they sit side by side with their backs against the headboard and their knees bent with pussys wide open. 

I sigh contentedly and think to myself, "It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it!"