by Henry Morgan
‘No you don’t,’ David said flatly. ‘You wish you were home with your mother eating pancakes and watching television. Besides, runaways don’t go north, they head south to sunny California. They don’t hang around the Seattle harbour freezing their arses off.’ He poured some more vodka into the cup. ‘That’s ass to you, I believe.’
There was a loud clatter a few feet away from the balcony, and they both leapt to their feet in time to see a drunk picking himself up from between two trashcans he had stumbled into.
‘Your future,’ he said. ‘Unless you’re careful.’
‘I’ll get by.’ She sat down again. ‘Sooner or later, something will come up. I’ll get a job. I might do some modelling, like you were saying in the restaurant. You must think I could do it or you wouldn’t have made that joke.’
‘Well then, maybe the street’s the best place for you right now.’ He resumed his place beside her on the cushions. ‘If you can learn to look after yourself there, you should be able to handle all the men who’ll promise you anything in return for a few favours.’
‘I know all about them already, that’s why I sleep on boats.’
‘Oh?’ The tone in her voice suggested to him that she was not quite as naïve as he had believed her to be. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I learned fast.’ She took a long swig of vodka. ‘My first night in the harbour, I slept on a boat because I thought I’d be safe. I thought people who owned boats were rich and decent and wouldn’t kick me off. I was so tired that when I found an unlocked cabin, I just sneaked in and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even use one of the beds because I didn’t want to make a mess.’
‘And what happened then?’
‘The owner came back. I broke down and told him everything, and he said I could stay on the boat if I kept it tidy and did a few things for him.’
‘What sort of things?’ David asked sharply, and when she didn’t answer, he began questioning his earlier appraisal of her. He was spot-on about so much, yet he obviously had a lot more to learn. ‘How did you reply to his offer?’
‘I let him do what he wanted,’ she answered quietly. ‘I was desperate.’
David shifted his position and sat facing her, his back to Elliot Bay. ‘So, he let you sleep on his boat if you had sex with him?’
‘It was like a business deal,’ she said defensively. ‘He’d come around in the morning and fuck me before he went to work.’
His jaw dropped at the casual way she said the word ‘fuck’. This lovely young woman, who obviously knew so little about anything, admitted to being fucked as if she were merely talking about mowing the lawn.
‘But then he got sort of kinky,’ she went on, ‘and said I had to put it in my mouth. I didn’t really want to, but I could tell he loved it. He was a lot older than me, in his late forties, maybe even his early fifties.’
‘Was it his boat you were going back to tonight?’
‘No, I left that behind me. Now I just sleep on the boats in secret. I left him after he brought his work buddies over one night.’
‘Did he share you with them?’
‘Yeah, he did,’ she answered coolly, ‘but I did it just that once; pulled a train for them, I mean.’
David was having trouble controlling his swelling penis. His intentions had been good from the beginning, but the way she was talking was inevitably affecting him. The problem was he could not be sure she knew what she was doing; her casual attitude might only be a brave act. ‘So...’ he cleared his throat in a vain effort to alleviate some of his growing physical tension, ‘you didn’t stay on the boat?’
‘No. Bob made it perfectly clear that while I was on his boat, I had to obey his rules. If his friends were coming over to catch a train, I had to be at the station. So the morning after the gangbang, I was out of there.’ She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her shirt pocket, and offered him one.
He had given up smoking when he couldn’t get any Loki in Wales, but he sensed now was the moment to start up again. He accepted the cigarette, and then the lighter she handed him. They exhaled their first drags simultaneously, their breaths mingling in the air between them as he remarked, ‘Bit of a shock for a country girl. I’m surprised you never caught the next bus home.’
‘I’m surprised myself,’ she confessed. ‘But once you’ve crossed that line, it all gets easier. I even sort of liked it when Bob and his friends were encouraging me by telling me how beautiful I was.’ With her free hand she began undoing the buttons of her shirt. ‘I was always embarrassed because I thought I had small breasts, but Bob loved them, and so did his friends. They kept saying they were perfect, like little apples in their hands.’ She pulled open her shirt and revealed a white bra that almost seemed to glow in the moonlight. ‘What do you think?’
‘They look fine to me.’
She tugged her bra down and exposed both her breasts, which suited her petite frame perfectly. They were round and firm, and the dark stems of her nipples did indeed evoke snow-covered apples. She took a drag of her cigarette, and blew the smoke down over her bosom.
David’s penis grew even thicker inside his trousers, demanding to be released and allowed to do its work. He fought to control his desire, but failed miserably when she shrugged off her shirt and pulled her bra off completely. Then she stood up and held the cigarette between her lips to unbuckle her jeans. She began pushing them down, and her white panties followed the tight denim so her curly dark pubic hair sneaked into view.
‘Oops,’ she giggled, tossing her cigarette carelessly over the balcony, ‘I showed you too much.’
David was silent as she held her panties up with one hand and shoved her tight jeans down with the other. ‘I just wanted to see if you liked my ass.’ She turned around, placed her hands flat against the hotel wall, and pushed her bottom out towards him. The moonlight reflected off her white cotton underwear. ‘Well?’ she asked, a note of uncertainty creeping into her flirtatious tone as he remained silent.
Her buttocks were young and firm and curved out nicely in all the right places. ‘Lovely,’ he said, and drawing deeply on his cigarette slowly exhaled the word, ‘Beautiful...’
‘Of course, it might look even better if I was naked,’ she suggested softly.
He swallowed hard; his throat was dry, and it was not from the cigarette smoke. ‘It might,’ he agreed quietly. ‘I think you should let me see it.’
‘Without my panties?’
‘Yes.’ He adjusted his trousers to accommodate the hard-on pressing against his zipper.
‘Well... okay.’ Still facing the wall, she slipped her panties all the way down to her ankles. Then she pulled off her sneakers and stepped out of both her jeans and her undergarment, kicking them both aside carelessly.
‘Why don’t you bend over,’ he suggested as casually as he could.
She pushed herself away from the wall, spread her legs, and reached down for her ankles. ‘Like this?’ she asked coyly.
In the moonlight the rich folds of her pussy glistened with a wet pink sheen, and a small dark space revealed the entrance to her body’s innermost shrine. This girl had been stretched, and recently. David carefully put out his cigarette, inched himself forward, and inhaled her fragrance. She smelled strong and musky; she had obviously been fucked within the last day or two. He moved closer... the scent of sex mingled with perspiration and perfume was stronger now. His tongue reached out, and touched the tangy lips of her labia - the smooth, firm and deliciously soft satin curtains protecting the dark portal leading into the mysteries of her flesh. And above them beckoned the puckered starfish of her anus. He licked her again, tasting the slick and salty juices of her young pussy.
She moaned and pushed her vulva back into his face.
He grabbed hold of her hips, and penetrated her sphincter with the tip of his nose as his tong
ue lashed deep and hard into her cleft.
She let go of her ankles and braced herself against the wall, keeping her legs perfectly straight and her pussy directly in line with his penetrating tongue. She panted and whimpered as he ate her, and it wasn’t long before her whole body tensed in the grip of an orgasm that seemed to wrench itself out of her flesh like a possessing spirit wailing across the Seattle skyline. She sank down onto her hands and knees, and David lost no time. He barely noticed freeing his rigid penis from its confinement as it swiftly found its way home to the centre of its universe - a warm pussy. He slipped his arms around her and fondled her breasts as he rode her lovely body. She parted for him easily, allowing him smooth passage as she moved in rhythm with him.
‘You’re a little loose,’ he scolded her. ‘Someone’s been here before me.’
‘Ralph,’ she murmured contentedly. ‘Big bad Ralph.’
David picked up the pace, pushing firmly into her, relishing the feel of his prick cushioned by her wet feminine luxury.
‘Big bad Ralph is a naughty man,’ she added breathlessly. ‘He ties me up and pushes things into me - all sorts of things. I’m a bad girl... you should spank me.’
Without any further tempting required, he smacked her bottom so hard it sent searing bolts of sensation surging through her delicate frame. She cried out as if unable to believe how much it hurt, and he spanked her again, and again, remembering how it felt to have his palm stinging as it made contact with hot flesh.
‘Oh, God,’ she moaned, ‘harder... please...’
Her prayer was answered with a vengeance as he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her head back, and delivered an almighty smack across her taut young buttocks.
Waves of pain and pleasure crashed together in the centre of her body, and she screamed as an orgasm momentarily released her from the exquisite agony.
David kept riding her, picking up speed and energy without losing control. Fighting the desire to release his sperm he slowed his movements, and eventually slipped out of her hot pussy. The cool ocean breeze caressed his erection, which glistened with her juices and his own semen in the moonlight. She slumped forward the instant he pulled out of her, and he turned her over onto her back. Her perky little breasts defied gravity to point skywards, and he knelt there enjoying the sight of her for a moment. Then he found the pack of cigarettes in her shirt, sat back against the wall again, and lit one. He blew the smoke over her head, and she lazily raised her hand. He handed her the cigarette, and then lit another one for himself.
She took a drag, pulling her knees up until the soles of her feet rested flat on the floor, giving David a glorious view of her fur-covered mound and the mysterious smile of thanks between her thighs.
‘So, who’s Big Bad Ralph?’ he asked.
‘Just someone I met after Bob. But he was different. He showed me stuff I’d never even dreamed of.’
‘What sort of stuff, exactly?’
‘Well, a few days after I left Bob, I found Ralph’s boat, Arctic Lady. It was a big white cruiser with a sail and an engine. I slept on it for two nights before Ralph turned up and, just like with Bob, I told him everything.’
David’s cock jumped in his hand as his mind filled with images. ‘And what did he do to you?’
‘He closed the door behind him, and started the engine. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was taking me to the harbourmaster to call the police.’
‘But he didn’t.’
‘No, he took me out to Puget Sound and anchored off Three Tree Point. When I asked him what he was doing again, he said he was collecting two nights’ worth of rent. I told him it was all right, that I knew how to pay the rent, but he said he wanted something special. I got a little scared then, but I started getting undressed anyway. I just expected him to ride me for a bit and then let me go.’ Her nipples were still erect from the lingering afterglow of sex and the caress of the cold night air. ‘He told me to strip off my bra and panties while he watched, and he told me to do it slowly, because we had plenty of time.’
‘How much time?’
‘All weekend. He spent two whole days and nights fucking me all over his boat, and not just fucking me, either.’
David stroked his cock. ‘How did it start?’
‘With a blowjob, and while I was on my knees, he told me I would be his personal property until I paid back what I owed him. I didn’t like the way he was talking so I blew him really hard and tried to get him to come thinking it might calm him down, but the harder I sucked, the angrier he got. He said my cunt was his now, and that he could use it any way he wanted to.’
David closed his eyes. His mind transported him onboard the Arctic Lady as he slowly stroked his erection, keeping himself at the stage which years of denial had taught him how to reach - that mysterious plateau just before the inevitable moment of release. Then, suddenly, he felt her hand on his penis, and opened his eyes to discover her face was very close to his, and she was staring at him intently.
‘He tied me to a bed in one of the cabins,’ she went on quietly. ‘I felt so helpless... he squeezed the back of my neck, pushed me facedown across the bed, and used belts to spread-eagle me.
‘Then he went away, and it seemed like he was gone for ages.
‘My mind was racing, but that’s what he wanted. He wanted me to recognise how helpless I was. He wanted me to imagine all the things he could do to me.
‘When he finally came back, he had a bottle of rum with him. He sat in a chair near my face and talked to me while he poured himself a drink. He said young runaways like me needed discipline. He said he was going to teach me how to be a good girl instead of a piece of street trash. I saw him undoing his belt and thought he was going to get on top of me, but he just lay the belt over my ass and sat down again.’
‘He was taking his time,’ David explained, enjoying the feel of her soft hand moving absently down his rigid penis as she told him her story. ‘The guy sounds like he knew what he was doing.’
‘He knew all right. He was jerking himself off real slow describing how he was going to strap my bottom for using his boat without his permission. I was trembling I was so scared, and he liked that; he said it showed I had respect. He promised I’d be okay as long as I paid him plenty of respect.’
‘And that made you feel better?’
‘Oh yes,’ she answered fervently. ‘I knew there was a way out now. But then he put his drink down and picked up the belt.’
‘How many lashes did he give you?’
‘Ten, maybe a dozen, I lost count. The stings all melted together until my ass felt like it was on fire.’
‘But it felt good, too, didn’t it?’
‘I knew you’d understand,’ she whispered, stroking his cock fervently. ‘You seem to know so much about me, and we’ve only just met.’
‘We’ve met before, darling, all over the world.’
She looked deep into his eyes, searching for an explanation.
‘I’ll show you,’ he said, and stood up slowly as she continued nursing his cock in her hand. ‘Come with me.’
She let go of him reluctantly and followed him back inside to the bed.
‘Bend over,’ he commanded.
She obeyed him, reaching for the posts on the footboard, and he began tying her wrists to it with belts he produced from his rucksack.
‘You loved being helpless,’ he told her. ‘You loved not having a choice. You didn’t have to feel guilty because none of it was your fault. No matter what he did to you, no one could say you had asked for it. All you could do was let him please himself, and that pleased you.’
She nodded and bit the bedcovers, bracing herself for the pain she knew was coming.
David pulled up a chair, sat directly behind her, and parted the cheeks of her firm young bottom with both hands
to examine the enticing little starfish of her arsehole. It was not as tight as he would have expected it to be in a girl so young; it, too, had been stretched and used recently. He kept his voice cool and even as he asked, ‘What did he do with the bottle after he beat you?’
‘He poured rum over my ass.’
‘Did it sting?’
‘Like a thousand bees!’ she exclaimed, and then the sudden slap of his hand made her yelp and bite the bedcovers again; Ralph had denied her the release of crying out and she remembered the lesson only too well.
‘Did it feel good?’ David spanked her again.
She emptied her mouth of cotton long enough to gasp, ‘Yes!’
‘And where was the bottle?’
She did not answer.
He smacked her a third time and patiently repeated the question, smiling to himself. He knew she wanted him to keep hitting her; she wanted him to thrash her bottom until the pain and the pleasure became one overwhelming current of sensation. So obligingly, he brought his hand down again, and then again, punctuating each blow with the same question, ‘And where was the bottle?’
‘In my pussy!’ she cried. ‘The bottle was in my pussy, and he was fucking me with it. Ralph was fucking me with the bottle. He pushed it in and out of me like a thick glass prick spraying my insides with alcohol!’
‘What else did he do to you?’ David positioned his solid member so its swollen tip brushed her anus. She felt the contact and her buttocks clenched instinctively.
‘What else did he do to you?’ he repeated relentlessly.
‘He fucked my ass,’ she admitted in a shamed whisper.
‘Like this?’ He pushed until his engorged glans disappeared from view.
‘Yes,’ she breathed, ‘like that... yes...’
He took her slowly, maintaining his control by alternately pumping hard and fast into her bottom and resting motionless deep inside her. But he could not hold an orgasm off forever, and he leaned forward to squeeze her breasts as he felt himself coming. The discomfort of being milked so firmly by her tight hole only intensified his pleasure, and he was glad she fought the urge to push back against him to feed her own pleasure. She seemed to know her enjoyment had to come solely from the knowledge that he was taking his, and from the physical and mental struggle it cost her to accommodate him as he neared his peak, and his cock grew almost unbearably thick and hard as he thrust it deeper and deeper inside her.