It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when a loud knocking on Linda's bedroom door awakened her, causing her to sit up with a start. She thought she was in her own room at home until she saw the strange walls and furniture.
"Princess, wake up," called the reassuring voice of her father. "We're leaving now." He opened the door an inch or two, seeing her naked on the bed. For the first time that she could remember she felt embarrassed with him looking at her. "I looked in earlier," he added, "but you were sleeping so soundly I didn't have the heart to wake you."
"What time is it?" she asked, thinking to herself that it was time her parents respected her privacy.
"A little after three. You'd better hurry if you don't want to miss the carnival, though I wonder if anyone can get near the parades, the beach is so packed. There must be a hundred thousand people down there. We'll be back at about seven. We've left the phone number where you can contact us if you need to. 'Bye now, Princess." His eyes furtively lingered longer than was necessary on her ripe young body.
"Bye baby, have a nice time," called her mother as they left the apartment.
Linda looked out the window at the scene on the beach. She had never seen so many people jammed together on a beach. There were squads of life savers, each squad in different colored costumes, marching in a high knee-action along the sand, row after row of tall, bronzed young men. In the front of each squad one of them carried a short pole with a banner proclaiming the name of the surf team. She could pick out the Brisbane team in their green and red; the man in front looked like Hugh, she thought. Again she experienced that strange tightening inside her, an excitement combined with apprehension; she felt it right through her body, a moist heat forming under her naked mound. She unconsciously let her hand caress herself before hurriedly slipping into her bikini. Perhaps she should wear a beach dress, she thought. No, she felt better – freer – in her bikini. She must hurry, not to miss the parade; she put on her sandals, picked up her Polaroid camera, grabbed a towel and rushed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Damn! She'd forgotten her beach purse and the front-door key. Stepping out of the elevator she looked for a hall porter's office on the ground floor. There was none! Gosh, I'm locked out until seven this evening, she thought, without worrying too much about it.
The street was empty of moving traffic; everything had come to a stop. Linda walked down to the beach and forced her way through the crowd until it became so thick around the parading life savers she could move no further.
"I'll give you a leg up," suggested a leering youth, putting his hand under her ass. A bald, middle-aged man standing nearby laughed. "I'll give you a finger up," he called crudely to her as she pushed away to stand near what appeared to be a respectable family group. Soon there was loud cheering. "That's the end of it. Maraboubra's won again," she heard someone say. Linda walked well away from the main crowd to where she could sit down and watch the life boats being rowed in a race through the surf, a few boats being overturned in the process. She stood up in time to see the green-and-red team's boat nose up in the air, twist sideways and turn over in the foam of a huge dumping wave. That must be Hugh's boat, she thought, and ran along the wet sand. It was the Brisbane boat, swamped and out of the race. He came ashore carrying an oar over his shoulder, grinning as if he'd won. She lifted her camera and snapped.
"Hi there, Linda. Did you see us turn turtle? The steersman's being brought in unconscious so we're out of the race."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Hugh."
"Oh, I'll get over it!" he grinned boyishly. "I'm just going to see if Jim's OK and then how about you and me going to the north end for a swim? It's not so crowded up there."
"I'd like that, if we can actually get there through this crowd."
"Nothing to it. We'll walk along the promenade."
Hugh saw that Jim had come around with nothing worse than a lump on his head. He rejoined Linda, walking her a half-mile or so along the scorching concrete promenade at the back of the beach which was crowded from one end to the other. Linda could see little point in trying to swim anywhere, it was all too unpleasantly packed. Hugh agreed with her. "May as well go home," he suggested, testing to see if she wanted to stay with him. Her answer was promising:
"That's not possible for a few hours. I forgot to bring a door key and my parents are out for the whole afternoon. They won't be back until this evening." She neglected to add that it was to see him that she had rushed out of the apartment in such a hurry.
Hugh tried to appear concerned. "Look, I'll tell you what we'll do if you like. I'll take you to Jenny's apartment. She's my cousin. A terrific girl, you'll like her. She lives just over there," indicating a modern apartment block across the street. "She's very respectable, a top-class model. And anyway I wanted to borrow her board for you. How about it, do you trust me?"
Linda trusted that winning smile and those steady eyes. She could see now that he had removed his cap that his hair was a sandy color, a little too short by modern standards though probably right for a swimmer. That feeling inside her suddenly welled up again. Her heart seemed to beat a little faster. She should refuse the invitation – he was a complete stranger, and she was virtually alone in a strange country, moreover, the phone number her parents left was in the locked apartment… and she wondered if she could trust herself.
"Yes, Hugh, I trust you," she lied. She didn't really… but she found herself wanting to trust him. As soon as she had said "Yes," she regretted it, because she thought she saw a sudden strange glint in his eyes. Even then she couldn't say "No". It would be all right, she told herself. Australians were decent people, the most sports-minded people in the world. Her father admired and respected them very much. "Old-fashioned and old-world people. Pioneer people," she'd heard him describe them. "You never hear of rape cases in Australia," she'd heard her mother tell someone on the phone. "You never hear of muggings in Australian cities…"
With these thoughts going around her mind she found herself walking out of the hot sun into the cool foyer of a building. They were going up in the elevator when she suddenly realized that Hugh didn't have his towel with him, and when he produced a key from a chain around his neck she suddenly felt apprehensive.
"Do you live here, too?" she asked.
"No, I'm just staying here while I'm in Sydney. Don't you believe it's Jenny's apartment? Look at the clothes – do you think I'd wear them?" Linda looked into a bedroom strewn with dresses and a table covered with cosmetics.
"Where's Jenny?" Linda asked.
"Must be down on the beach with a hundred thousand others," said Hugh, laughing. "How about an Aussie Coke?"
"I could drink a gallon, I'm so thirsty," laughed Linda, feeling relaxed again and rather more sure of this stranger in his funny outfit. He was soon back with tall glasses filled with Coke and ice. They clinked glasses.
"One thing I must do," he said, "is take a shower. Jenny gets mad at me for bringing sand and salt into this place. Will you please excuse me for a minute?"
"Of course. Perhaps I should wash the sand off, too," she called after him as he went to the bathroom. She took a long drink of her Coke. It was cold but what a strange flavor… quite different from the Coke at home. Thirstily she drained the whole glass. Hugh was literally a minute taking his shower, returning dressed in blue trunks and a flowered shirt open all the way down the front.
"That was quick," she said.
"Your turn next. Like another Coke before you go?"
"Yes, please, Hugh. I must say your Coke tastes very different from ours. Seems to be a little flatter or something."
"I've never tried yours so I wouldn't know the difference," he said, bringing her another filled glass from the kitchen. "Here's to us," he toasted, draining the glass. "Here's to us," she responded, draining hers.
It was while she was under the shower that she felt the first strong effects of the vodka spiked in her drink: the glassed shower stall seemed to sway; the dizziness passed, but then she felt as though all her strength had drained from her body. She had to get out of the shower. She stumbled to pick up a towel and sat on a stool, drying herself as she wondered what on earth had come over her. Could it have been too much sun? Her father had always warned her of the dangerous rays that particularly affected fair-skinned people. She felt she had to get out of the steamy bathroom before she really did faint, and wrapping the large bath towel around herself dazedly returned to the living room.
"What's the matter, you look a bit pale?" asked Hugh in a voice full of concern.
"I think it must be the sun. A touch of sunstroke. Could I have another cold Coke? I really am thirsty," Linda murmured, sitting down on the couch.
"Sure thing. I'll mix a couple more," he said, wanting to kick himself for using the word "mix", but she didn't seem to notice. She was on the way out. He brought the drinks and sat down beside her, telling her to drink up – it would do her good. The only way to cure a touch of the sun was to stay cool, inside.
"Thanksh, Hugh," she mumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I like you." He noticed the slurring, and his loins began to heat up as he placed an arm around her shoulders.
"That's nice to hear, Linda. I like you, too. I like what I'm going to do to you, more."
She jerked her head up, a soft curl falling across her forehead. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, pouting her lips.
"Kiss you," he said, pulling her head towards him and kissing her on her hot yielding mouth. Letting his empty glass slip to the floor he slowly pulled aside the towel, exposing her small round breasts, the nipples already formed into hard little points of pink. Her skin felt as smooth as satin as he caressed her proudly upthrust breasts. She kept her mouth on his, pressing hard with her eyes closed. She felt his tongue probing for hers and she replied, pushing her tongue past his into his mouth. When he pressed his hand against her and closed his fingers around her right breast she made a vague attempt to push his arm away; she pushed twice before weakly giving up. He tried to pull away from her lips only to find that she wanted more, wanted to stay kissing with her mouth and tongue working greedily on his as if she were starved.
Jeez, he realized, she's a red hot number, and I thought she was all innocence. He pulled away, taking off his shirt. She half-opened her eyes, startled.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my shirt. Next go my trunks, see?" he grinned, dropping them on the floor.
The terrified young virgin stared unbelievingly at his thick swollen penis jutting straight out from a mass of sandy pubic hair. "Oh no, NO! NO! NO!" she pleaded, too shocked when he slapped her to feel the stinging blow on her cheek. "Oh please don't, Hugh, please don't," she begged piteously as he roughly ripped the towel away from her naked body and pushed her sprawling in all her nakedness back along the couch. "Oh please don't," she pleaded in a last desperate bid for mercy as he lay alongside her, bringing her mouth to his and shoving his hand forcefully up between her legs.
"You want it, you bitch," he growled at her. "I can feel how wet you are. You're aching for it, aren't you? You want me to fuck you."
"NO, I've NEVER done it," she gasped. She felt that she had been drugged, she was so weak. Suddenly it dawned on her – it wasn't the sun, it was something in the Coke. It must be!
Something deep down inside her drink-fogged brain wanted him to force her, yet she was afraid and he was revolting her with his crude language. I'm not a bitch, she said to herself. Not like my mother. Why did Hugh have to say "fuck" – that ugly four-letter word? Why did his penis remind her of her father's? The size, she mused hazily, the size… she could feel it pressing against her belly, hard and pulsating with a glistening clear drop of seeping moisture at its tip. Hugh's tongue was driving hard up into her mouth and she involuntarily answered his lewd French kiss with her own tongue, as she irresistibly thrust her quivering pussy up in search of his probing finger. She felt herself crying. She had no strength to push him off when he rolled on top of her, his strong legs forcing hers apart slowly but surely as the hand that had been driving up toward her pussy moved quickly underneath her straining ass-cheeks to move her body down so that she could feel his hot hard penis probing up into the crevice of her cringing cuntal slit. He's going to fuck me! Oh God, my thoughts are becoming as crude as a whore's! As crude as my mother's. Oh, how can I stop him? she thought wildly as her body seemed to respond in spite of her conscience.
Her pussy was now undulating frantically under Hugh's weight, reaching up to kiss his cock with its grasping lips. The fingers of the hand he held under her buttocks were probing greedily up into the soft valley between her ass-cheeks, at the same time pulling the rounded half-moons toward him so that his rock-hard cock pressed more firmly into her trembling vaginal flesh.
The handsome young surfer lifted his face from hers, moving down to suck her swollen nipples, and lick her breasts up and down, then back to the taut little peaks from one upthrust mound to the other. This made her think of Tom, bringing with it the thought of the hot sperm he had splashed across her cheek and breasts.
"Ohhh, don't, I don't want to," she moaned, pushing up with her body this time in protest against Hugh's powerful weight.
Hugh reached down with both hands, spreading her legs wide apart to give better access to the blood-filled head of his cock as he started to push viciously against the soft entrance of her tender young vagina. Jeez, he thought, maybe she is a virgin. I can't get it in, it's so small.
"Stop trying to squeeze your thighs together, you little bitch. Otherwise I'll ram it right up into you. It won't hurt if you let go. Take it easy, baby, and see how nice it can be."
Linda fought to hold her thighs taut but the effect of the vodka and the uncontrollable urge of her body overwhelmed her, so that slowly she relaxed her futile attempts to prevent the heedless assault on her virginal young loins. With every slight giving-way of her resistance, the farther that threatening thick cock moved into her, her own moisture and the wetness coming from his rampaging penis combining to defeat her feeble struggles.
Suddenly, it was as if her insides had exploded. Hugh made a violent lunging thrust, breaking the delicate virginal membrane, surging through to plunge deep up inside her trembling cunt. She didn't dare move for fear of increasing the sudden searing pain, and she clung to him, desperately trying to keep him from advancing any farther.
"Aaaaagghh! Please don't move it, oh please don't. You'll tear me apart."
Hugh waited a minute to let her calm down, giving her cunt time to gradually adjust to the sudden intrusion of his full pulsing length as he pushed his fingers into her golden hair to pull her head up so that he could kiss her fearfully quivering lips. As he did so he began gently flexing his turgid cock-shaft inside her, slowly, very slowly at first, until in a little while he was moving it in and out in small smooth strokes lubricated by her secretions. God, she liked it! He could tell by the way she was kissing him now in wild erotic abandon.
The sandy-haired Australian reached down with one hand to pull her buttocks toward his own loins, smiling when she thrust up to help him, and as the length of his stroke increased the teen-age American threw her legs around his back and began to gyrate her pelvis in a lewd rhythm, her body lost in a fire of smoldering passion. Her senses were immersed in the haze of unaccustomed alcohol as every muscle in her body tensed with the strain of raising her ass-cheeks and hips upward toward that hotly prodding cock up between her legs. If she had only known before how wonderful it was, the man on top of her now would have been Tom. Yet the drink-dimmed blonde wondered if she really cared. God, she suddenly realized, how degraded she was, how wanton! She must stop. NOW!
Linda tried to push Hugh away, but again she hadn't the strength, and he pinned her down sharply by pushing his stone-hard rod forward to pinion her firmly against the couch. The pummeling was so intense she thought he must surely rupture her insides, and she groaned as he pushed up on the next instroke and groaned louder as he held it there, ramming so far up into her vaginal recesses she could feel his balls slapping obscenely against the moist cheeks of her clenched buttocks.
She squirmed helplessly beneath him, feeling the hot throbbing intrusion as his blunt instrument skewered cruelly into her cringing cunt, flexing her vaginal walls in a vain effort to adjust to his impaling thickness. But the squeeze of her contracting pussy-flesh only had the effect of exciting him to pursue with renewed vigor his merciless thrusts up into her defenseless cuntal depths.
"Not so hard, Hugh," she begged pitifully.
He noticed the tears running down her cheeks as he grinned lewdly down at her.
"Say please," he demanded, thrusting his loins forward harshly.
"Oh, please," the writhing girl whimpered.
"Please what… please do what? Ask me to fuck you, bitch!"
Realizing that she was hopelessly trapped on his impaling shaft, the feebly struggling young virgin thought: it's all my own fault. It was asking for trouble to come here alone with Hugh. The relentlessly pistoning rod was lighting unwanted fires in her loins and abruptly it came to her that she wanted it, she wanted him to fuck her.
"Please fuck me. Fuck me gently, Hugh." She abandoned herself to the exquisite pain that was a perverse kind of pleasure. There was no strength left in her to resist as his cock continued jack-hammering into her virginal cuntal depths, her wracked body coming to life on its own, giving way to the hunger that had grown in her dilated vagina. Their bodies were by now slippery with sweat and he was sliding backward and forward over her, his chest pushing tight against her small virginal breasts, their nipples pink and protuberant.
She closed her eyes, lost in a haze of helpless abandonment. In her mind she had not completely surrendered herself, although for a while that day she had idly thought she was half in love with this sun-tanned Australian. Now it seemed her body was wanting his body, betraying her conscious wish with its unconscious yearnings, and there was nothing she could do about it.
To Hugh, the conquest was easier than he thought it would be. The way she carried herself in that holier-than-thou attitude, the way she barely condescended to say hello to his friends. Who the hell did she think she was? To him she was a succulent little morsel, a gorgeous golden peach just ripening and ready to be plucked. He'd had a hard time keeping his old monster at bay, knowing that if she'd seen his swimsuit bulging with a hard-on she'd have run like a frightened deer in a forest fire. He'd never had one as young as this. Young and proud, the little bitch. Wait till he brought the boys up to look her over! Sludge-Pump Yates would give her a nice big souvenir of Bondi Beach. While he was reaching around her ass-cheeks to wet his finger so that he could shove it up her little brown rubbery asshole he began working on a plan that would give all his mates a go at her. They'd make her the best-fucked ex-virgin in New South Wales, root her to a standstill – if she could take it.
He felt her grinding up to him now, really grinding, wanting more and more of it. It must have been a reaction to his finger going into her asshole, going in so far he could actually feel the movement of his cock inside her. She liked that all right. He worked back at her, moving high up on her so that as his raging cock moved in and out, his body rubbed harder on her clitoris, bringing her toward her first orgasm.
The lust-inflamed girl had stopped talking now, simply moaning with ecstasy.
"Ask me again. What do you want me to do," he breathed in her ear.
But all she could do was mumble "Fuck me, fuck me," and continue the soft rising and falling moan. She was on the way to passing out from the three stiff vodkas – the leg opener had sure worked a treat, he gloated to himself. She mumbled something else, something about "Mom sucking Daddy's cock…" Interesting, he thought.
He raised himself up on his hands to gloatingly stare at her face, her fluttering eyelids, her gasping mouth, her two deliciously budding breasts with their erect pink nipples, the narrow waist and the flat stomach. He sucked in his belly so that he could watch his cock pumping into her, withdrawing slowly then rushing it back forcefully into that glorious warm cunt, so tight and so moist, that rose to meet his thrust. God, she loved it and wanted it. She was now wanting his finger in her rectum as much as she wanted his furiously pumping cock in her cunt, and she was beginning to writhe more rapidly. She already had learned to control her cunt muscles, timing their contraction and expansion with contractions of her anal opening.
"Fuck me," she shamelessly moaned, "Fuck me."
Then more quickly she repeated it, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and louder still, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME."
Hugh was fucking as he'd never fucked before. This was the best piece of tail he'd ever had. Were all Yankee broads like this, he wondered. Jeez, what a wonderful breed. He increased the speed of his stroke, lowered himself down flat against the love-starved girl's convulsively twitching body and shoved his throbbing rod harder and harder into her until he felt himself coming to a mind-blowing climax.
"Aaaahhhh I'm cumming, Linda baby, I'm cuuummmiinnngg…"
As he jerked wildly forward and shot his wad deep inside her tortured, wetly hot vagina, she began to moan louder and louder, threshing her head from side to side uncontrollably until her first real orgasm shook her body like a bolt of electricity as her breath came in shuddering gasps.
And then Linda's ravished body began to relax with little quivering shakes while short sobbing gasps came from her throat.
She never opened her eyes before she finally fell into the relief of oblivion. Hugh, with a broad grin of satisfied lust, slowly pulled his wetly glistening still-hard cock out of the cum-filled cunt with a lewd viscous sucking sound. He had wanted to shove it into her mouth, to force her to suck him off, but she had passed out, the silly little bitch.
Seeing Linda's Polaroid camera on a chair, he thought to himself, I'll take a picture of Miss Uppity as a memento of her first fuck. He aimed the camera at an angle looking up between her spread-eagled legs and having placed one of her hands in her cruelly ravished, inflamed pussy.
The camera snapped in a brilliant flash of light.