Robert Vickers

Seducing her family

CHAPTER ONE

The sound of the jet engines revving up drowned out the sounds of the noisy fucking going on near the terminal. Anyone not watching the silver 707's taking off could have seen a grimy engine mechanic fucking the hell out of a trim, svelte eighteen-year old blonde girl if they'd looked in the right place.

"Ohhh, Hans, you're such a fine lover!" Annemarie moaned, arching her back against the cowling of the partially dismantled engine. Her pussy was damp with lust, and she wasn't going to allow this stud to have any second thoughts about fucking in public. There was something about the idea that anyone could come along and see them fucking their brains out that excited the girl even more.

"Ach, you say that to all the men in your life. My prick is no longer than any other man's." He bent forward and kissed her mouth, their tongues dueling for a moment. Then he started a slow in-and-out movement which would, imitate the fucking rhythm he would use when he got to fucking her for real. Now, he was simply getting her hot for him.

As he began kissing hers the girl gasped out, "But it's not length that counts! You're good, I know it! And your cock is so thick! I feel it pulling me in new and wondrously different directions."

She panted now in real lust. This had started as a way of passing time. She'd met Hans in a small snackbar inside the Schipol terminal, had played up to him just to keep her feminine wiles sharp, and he had responded. When she'd seen the size of the lump at the crotch of his pants, she'd decided she could spare the time before her flight to America.

If only he would tie her up while they were fucking in plain sight!

"Your tits are so firm and young and tasty!" he said. He pulled open the front of her blouse. She didn't wear a bra. He cupped one tit in his grimy hand, then kissed it. She moaned softly at the feelings shooting across her chest.

She gasped when he licked the very tip of her tit. He caressed her tit with his lips, kissing and licking, stimulating her nipple until it sprang wildly erect. The little knob of erect flesh was pulsing hard.

"Fuck me, fuck me good with that thick prick of yours! It's all I want! I want to feel you deep inside me!" she whispered hotly in his ear. He chuckled and kept kissing and licking her body. She hardly knew where his leaping tongue would lick her next.

From tit to tit and down into the depths of the canyon between them, he licked. And when he licked lower, she helped him by lifting her skirt up around her waist. The blonde teenager almost passed out from joy when she felt his rough, pink tongue licking her cunt.

He wasn't the insensitive slob he had appeared to be. He knew how to get a woman strung out sexually. He licked her chit until her cunt was gooey and spilling its love juices. She was moaning so loud now, anyone passing within ten feet could have heard them – and anyone standing in the observation deck could have looked down into the maintenance area and seen her arched back over the jet engine, the mechanic avidly licking her cunt.

"Your cock!" she begged, "I want to feel your cock, not your fucking tongue! But it's soooo gooood I…"

"No. Not yet! I must make sure you truly want my prick!"

"I do! I do!" And she shoved her cunt toward his mouth to emphasize how badly she wanted his big prick. She'd stroked up and down the length of his mighty pillar of prick. As he said, his prick wasn't all that long. All her boyfriend's were hung longer than Hans, but few of them could match the thickness of his cock. He was as big around as a telephone pole.

And she couldn't wait to have him fuck her with that huge cock!

She began thrashing around, slapping her hands against the aluminum siding of the jet engine until it rang like a gong. He looked up from his tasty treat of cunt and shook his head. "Not so loud, damn it! You'll have all see us!"

"I don't care! I care only for your prick! Fuck me now with it!"

Her hands windmilled around again and almost hit him in the head. He saw that this was one fraulein who would really get off when she came. He sensed he wouldn't be able to stay on top of her when he really fucked her. She would be moving around too fast. He would have to do something about it now.

He pulled off his belt and lashed her right leg to one of the stanchions supporting the engine. Then he pulled out a piece of string and bound her other leg to the nearest steel rod so that she was held spread-eagle. He thought it was strange that her blue eyes never opened in horror at what he was doing. If anything, she had relaxed enough to allow him to tie her down. Then Hans understood.

She liked this! She wanted to be tied up!

He rapidly finished binding her hands firmly over her head. Her long, lustrous blonde hair now whipped back and forth in the wind.

"Oh, Hans, how can you tie me up then fuck me in public like this! I can't stand it!" she complained. But her tone of voice told a different story. This was the only way she would let him have her.

And have her he did. He moved close, grasped the sides of her straining body, positioned himself, and then shoved upward with his prick. He plunged right into her cunt with the first thrust.

She came as soon as his huge prick parted her cunt lips. Her pussy drooled obscenely at her excitement at being bound and fucked in public, and his prick shot easily all the way up into her cunt. Her slippery pussy walls stretched to enclose his thick cock. While he was hardly six inches long – fifteen centimeters sounded so much better – he was easily two inches thick. That made for a prick eight centimeters around. She loved it. She loved every inch, every centimeter of his huge fucking cock!

She gasped for breath at his sudden entry all the way up into her cunt. Her young cunt kept stretching and expanding to take the thick plug of virile prick ramming into her. She was suddenly greedy and wanted it all. Annemarie was oversexed and knew it – that was one of the best things about living in Europe. There were always men who were as horny as she was and willing to help the Dutch girl scratch her eternal itch so delightfully.

Men like Hans. He appeared to be nothing more than a mechanic, but he obviously knew all there was about pleasing a woman. And the teenaged blonde was glad she had taken the chance with him. She was certainly enjoying this public fucking more than sitting around watching the airplanes take off!

She could take off instead!

She pulled strongly against the bonds holding her spread out over the engine. She tested them and they wouldn't release her. Perfect. No matter how much she thrashed around now, she was safe from breaking loose and embarrassing both of them. She relaxed and enjoyed every single contour of the mighty cock shoving deep into her cunt.

"So tight you are!" he muttered. His face was just inches away from hers. "So fucking tight I might mistake you for a virgin. But you are no virgin. A man can tell."

"Only a real man can tell," she said breathlessly. "And you are one!" She jerked and bucked hard against his body as he slowly pulled his prick from her seething pussy. This was such torture for her. The vacuum formed inside her cunt by his thick piston of prick made her feel as if he were sucking her guts out. She shivered, in spite of the warm sunlight shining down on her bare tits and exposed pussy. Her blonde pussy fur gleamed in the sunlight like golden strands of wire. An occasional droplet of cunt juice reflected back all the colors of the rainbow.

He bent forward and kissed her again. She tried to lick his tongue, but he was a strong man. He refused to allow her to do what she wanted. He pressed his tongue firmly against the very tip of her tongue. For a moment, an oral tug-of-war went on, which she lost. He plunged his tongue into her mouth to play and frolic and do whatever he pleased.

But she didn't complain. This was exciting to her. He was in command. He was a man and dominating her. Hadn't he tied her down and hadn't, he made sure that he was the one who called all the shots in the fucking? The thought of having a true man fucking her made her even more excited. Every nerve in her trim, young body seemed to spark and beg for more.

She got it.

His prick took away her breath. She'd thought her cunt had already expanded to take that massive battering-ram of prick. She was wrong. He pulled her pussy all out of shape again. If it hadn't been for the flowing rivers of her love oils, he would have ripped and torn delicate cunt tissues. As it was, though, both of them got off on it.

He began fucking her with slow, methodical strokes. He drove his prick deeply into her cunt each time. Then he increased the power of each stroke until she was actually lifted up on her toes. She was being slid back along the surface of the jet engine. Her own weight conspired to drive his cock even deeper into her boiling belly.

"It… it's good, but fuck me more! Faster! Harder! I must have it until it bruises me! I want to feel your sweet-fucking prick inside me!"

Hans chuckled to himself. These teenaged bitches were all alike. They wanted a real man to dominate them, to fuck them cross-eyed. He was lucky that he'd caught her silent message that she liked to be bound while she fucked. That added extra zest to an otherwise-normal fucking for the mechanic. And being in plain sight was something that made him both excited and desperate. He could not afford to have his supervisor come along. He might be fired.

Or his supervisor might insist on fucking the girl, too. She had mentioned having to catch a flight leaving soon. He didn't want to be greedy, but he wasn't about to share her hot pussy with anyone else. His prick was too stiff, and he loved the feel of her hot folds of pussy flesh all around his cock.

"Worry not, my little captive bird. Hans will give you the hardest fucking of your life! I promise that!"

"Do it!" she demanded. "So do it!"

He began fucking her harder. Each thrust carried her off her toes entirely now. He felt her cunt lips spreading out under the impact of his cock as it went into her pussy. Her delicately scalloped pink cunt lips were oily and slick with her inner juices.

The friction of his prick against her cunt walls mounted, in spite of her thick, flowing cunt juices. The fucking was simply too fast for her. The heat seethed and boiled inside her tight cunt and excited him even more.

When she began tensing and relaxing her cunt muscles, he almost came. The excitement of fucking in public had robbed him of a measure of his normally-expert control. The sight of a blue-eyed, blonde eighteen-year-old who was into bondage also thrilled him more than he cared to admit. But her cunt!

Her cunt teased him. Her cunt relaxed at just the right times, tensed as if to milk him at others. He could hardly maintain his frantic fucking pace due to the way her pussy was playing with his prick.

She loved the thick prick driving so forcefully into her needy pussy. Being bound allowed her to have complete freedom in what she tried to do; she knew that she wouldn't go flopping around on the ground spastically. The restraints ironically gave her freedom to indulge in any of the fine sensations ripping through her young body.

Her tits felt like they would explode from all the excited blood rushing into them. The way her nipples expanded and pointed made her feel they would burst and send a cascade out onto the man's chest. But the biggest thrill she received was from the massive cock driving so firmly into her hungry cunt.

He fucked her with enough force to drive the entire length of his cock into her pussy. She was still deeper than he was long, but she felt her cunt walls strain in discomfort as they tried to expand enough to take his girth. The man was hung like an elephant. Not long, but thick! And that was even better, she thought.

Best of all, he didn't allow her the least say-so in how they fucked. He kept control of the tempo of the fucking. She could and did urge him on, but words were her only tools. Words and the way she could massage his luscious prick as he stuffed repeatedly into her cunt.

The thick, blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed as hard as her nipples did. And the feel of his foreskin pulling back and pushing her cunt walls out even more was the trigger she needed to get off. She came, shrieking at the top of her lungs. It was a good thing she was firmly tied down to the jet engine, because she strained and jerked and bucked around as if she'd gone mad. Not even a straitjacket would have held her as securely as the bonds he'd placed on her wrists and ankles. She was bent backwards around the curve of the engine, and this held her firmly in line for his fucking prick.

"Gott," he muttered, "your cunt attacks me! If you had teeth in it, you would have bitten off my prick! Such a tight cunt I have never felt. Not even a virgin could be so tight! How do you do it!"

"Not me! It's you and your big, swollen prick that's doing it. I love the feel of it fucking deep into me. More, give me more! I want to come again!"

And she did. Her cunt convulsed after he gave her another thirty or forty strokes. She felt her pussy lips begin to tremble and ache. This was one hell of a fine fucking!

She tensed around his prick as it drove into her cunt on what seemed like the fiftieth stroke, and she knew it wouldn't be but a matter of seconds before he fountained out his white, hot come. She knew from the way his cock bounced against her sensitive cunt walls. His cock swelled to even larger proportions, then exploded inside her pussy like a buried stick of dynamite.

The sudden surge of his hot jism set her off again. They moaned loudly, he clutching her upper arms and pressing hard against her aroused tits. She got off again, even while his prick still pumped hot, white come into her sucking pussy.

Then she relaxed, the fiery tempest of lust passed. She sighed, smiled, and looked into the man's gray eyes. "I felt like this engine roaring away," she said.

"And I, too," he agreed. He wiped sweat from his forehead and then kissed her on the lips.

"Best to release me. My plane leaves for America very soon."

"In a moment," he said. For a brief second, a thrill of fear surged into her veins. Was he going to leave her tied down like this? Perhaps fuck her again so that she would miss her flight? But no, he simply wanted to lick her drooling pussy clean. She almost came one final time at the feel of his tongue roughly laying her cunt lips and his mouth sucking out the come he'd shot inside her.

Then he released her and helped her rearrange her clothing so that she didn't look quite so rumpled.

"Must you go?" he asked.

"Yes, I am going to America to study for one year. I have a foster family waiting for me."

He nodded solemnly and finally said, "If you wish to ever take another quick trip, please ask for me."

She smiled at him and said, "Oh, yes, Hans, I will! It was so good a send-off! Much better than having people cry and try not to appear sad." She reached out and lightly touched his cheek and said, "Hartelijk dank."

"Niets te danken," then turned and walked off without bothering to look back at the girl.

CHAPTER TWO

"Oh, Annemarie, it's so good having you come to America! And to actually stay with me for a whole year!" bubbled Marcia Fontaine. The American teenager monopolized the conversation all the way home from the airport. Annemarie wondered if the teenaged girl ever shut up, even to put food into her face. Still, she was happy to see such a fine-looking family to receive her on this side of the Atlantic.

Len Fontaine appeared distracted by her great beauty. He may have been her foster father, but she still considered him an attractive man. To her with her European ways of thinking, it wouldn't have mattered if he had been her real father if she'd found him attractive. Sexual freedom meant not hurting anyone else, but always doing what gave you pleasure.

Katherine Fontaine, Len's wife, seemed to be an uptight bitch. Annemarie wasn't sure if she even like the woman or not. Perhaps she wasn't too thrilled with the prospect of playing mother to another teenaged girl.

Annemarie couldn't care less. She was in America, and for a whole year! She could find out about this strange land and its people. She eyed Len again and he looked away nervously, but not before their gazes had locked for a split second.

She saw nothing but sultry desire for her in his look. Smiling, she decided this was going to be one fun stay. Even if Marcia turned out to be something of a Puritan at heart.

"Here's our home, Annemarie," said Len as they pulled into the driveway. "I'll give you a key to the front door as soon as I get one made. I'd forgotten all about it, what with picking you up and all."

"She doesn't need a key, Len," said Kat.

"Oh, but I have one, Mother," spoke up Marcia. "Why shouldn't Annemarie? After all, we're suppose to treat her like one of the family."

"Very well." But the woman didn't sound at all happy about it. Annemarie wondered if she feared she would be dragging in at all hours of the night, perhaps even bringing home strange men. Was it that the woman wouldn't be able to sample the illicit delights of all those strange men?

"Come on, Annemarie, let me show you our room." Marcia took the girl by the arm and pulled her away from the living room and her parents. Annemarie went along wondering what all this strange byplay was. She had a very frank and open relationship with her parents. She could come right out and say what she thought, and her parents respected her opinions, even if they thought them to be wrong.

"Oh, it's nice!" Annemarie exclaimed, genuinely excited. She had a small room back in Holland, hardly larger than a broom closet. It wasn't the least bit like this. Why, there were actually two beds in this room!

"That one's yours," said Marcia. "I hope you like it."

"It's ever so much more than I have at home. And the pictures on the walls. All those rock singers." She looked at photos and posters thumbtacked to the walls. But, Annemarie didn't consider herself the groupie type. She cared nothing for images; she cared about men.

"Do you really like the pictures? I was afraid they might seem a little childish to you, being a European and all."

"Whatever do you mean, Marcia?"

"Well, we hear lots of stuff in this country about how all you Europeans just go out and…" Her voice trailed off and she bit her tongue to keep from finishing the sentence in a way that Annemarie might interpret as being crude.

"You mean we go out and fuck? Is that it?" Annemarie watched as Marcia blushed. "If you can blush at will, I bet you could have all the men eating out of your hand – and other places."

Marcia blushed even deeper red. "Well, not really. I mean, boys don't interest me all that much," she looked at Annemarie as if challenging the girl to call her a liar.

"But all these pictures show a great interest in men. Do you mean the interest is there but that you've never been with a man?" The Dutch girl immediately saw that this was the answer. It was as she'd heard it was in the U.S. The people thought about sex all the time, but seldom did anything more about it.

What a pity! She'd have to show this tender young virgin what joys could be had from a good fucking!

"Don't think I am putting you down. I'm not. It just seems a waste to me, a pretty girl like you are not enjoying yourself with men."