Scott was getting tired of looking at tunnels and rock and smelling the dank air of the mine. What he really wanted to do was pull Jassy down to the ground and screw her senseless and he wanted to do it now!
"Jassy, stop," he said suddenly and stopped following her.
"What?" she turned and walked back to him. "Why?"
"Because I'm a city boy and I haven't got the stamina of you country folk. I'm tired of walking."
"But you haven't even seen half of the mine yet!" Jassy protested as Scott pulled the protective cover off of a piece of machinery and spread it out on the ground.
"I think it'd be much more fun to just sit and talk, don't you? Besides, I really am tired. I'm not used to this kind of exercise."
Jassy's knees felt weak and trembled slightly as she stepped toward the tarp with the handsome son of the mine owner watching her. Her heart was thudding in her chest, and her brain reeled with a curious mixture of excitement and apprehension. Yet, above all, there was the thrilling awareness that she was completely alone with the dreamboat, Scott Thorpe.
"Put the lantern here," Scott said, "and sit down."
But all Jassy was aware of was that he was looking directly at her. She could feel the color rising in her cheeks, and the side of her face, where Scott was gazing at her, was growing hot. She continued to stare sightlessly at the lantern, afraid to meet his penetrating dark eyes. Dimly, Dirk's warning came surging back into her mind, and for a moment the nervous blonde wished that she had obeyed him. After all, there was no one else in the mine today, so she was really alone with this handsome young man she hardly knew. What was she letting herself in for? Perhaps Dirk was right to tell her never to let herself get in a position like this with a man as experienced as Scott Thorpe.
"Dark down here," Scott said.
Jassy jumped slightly, startled by his voice. His hand was still moving provocatively at her waist.
"What?" she asked nervously.
"Where has your mind been?" he increased the pressure of his arm around her.
"Oh… just thinking… really…"
"Well, come on then. Let's sit down on the tarp and we can both think about nothing."
Jassy laughed in spite or herself. She was beginning to feel a little better. After all, wasn't this what she'd always wanted, what she'd always dreamed about? She was being foolish to be so silly and nervous, like a little kid. Sitting, she could feel the hard stone beneath her ass cheeks through the light, cotton dress she wore, and the gallery wall was hard but not, uncomfortable as she leaned back against it. Immediately Scott's arm went around her shoulders and he pulled the surprised young girl toward him with a strong motion that took her breath away.
"Oh…" she gasped. But at that moment, his face was nearing hers and before the young blonde could protest, his warm full lips found hers and his tongue darted in between them to search out her tongue and teeth. Jassy felt as if she had been jolted by a thousand volts of electricity. Little ripples of desire coursed through her body and she found herself unable, even unwilling, to resist him. She began to kiss him back, timidly at first, then with greater ardor.
The naive miner's daughter had been kissed before, by some of the local boys, but never by a real man like this! Scott's hotly moving tongue in her mouth sent violent chills of excitement surging through her trembling young body. Her mind was a whirling maze of romantic, love and a very real desire. She had never dared to dream that anything in life could be this wonderful and that she, Jassy Newquay would be in the arms of a man as handsome and rich as Scott Thorpe. It was completely beyond anything she had ever known before in her young life in Beaulea.
Dimly she was aware of his boldly exploring hands; one still encircling her shoulder, the other clasping her around the waist. They began to move towards her tits from different directions, sliding sensually over her unresisting body until he was actually touching them! The feel of his hands on her sensuously throbbing titties jolted the romantic girl back into reality, and she began to resist, murmuring protests and struggling weakly to pry his handy away, but there was no stopping the determined man.
"Scott, no, we shouldn't," she whispered, writhing away from him, but he pressed her back against the wall and began to caress the soft billowing mounds of her tits with hungry hands. Despite her anxiety, the touch of his hands on her tits, even through the dress and bra, made the blonde tingle with pleasure. An incredibly warm feeling of desire emanated from the huge mounds to every part of her helpless young body.
"Oh… Scott… Scott… Scott…" she murmured as waves of pleasure overrode her feeble resistance with relentless force. Before Jassy knew what was happening, Scott's hands were running all over her body with growing urgency, stroking and massaging the pliant softness of her tits, the roundness of her hips and her thighs. A tide of passion seemed to overwhelm the girl, driving all reason from her less experienced mind.
Scott's fingers began to work at the hem of the blonde's dress, pulling it up until he could grasp and caress the softly covering nylon of her panties.
Jassy moaned quietly under his persistent touch, knowing that she should stop him, yet powerless to do so. His hands were moving up, up just as they had in her bedroom fantasy, until they found the tight elastic of her panty leg-band and gently, but insistently, he pushed it aside, so that his middle finger could insinuate itself within the heated area of her sparsely hair-covered pussy mound.
Jassy wiggled helplessly under the aroused man's touch, unable to resist the demands of her yearning young body. Slowly Scott tugged at the brief panties, exultant in the knowledge that this blonde beauty was surrendering to his eager seduction. His prick, stiff with aching lust, pulsated wildly inside the tight confines of his trousers. He wanted desperately to release it so that he could fuck her and have relief from this sweet torture, but he was afraid of frightening the naive girl by moving too quickly. No, things were going too well for him to take a chance on going too fast with the naive miner's daughter. A trickle of perspiration ran down the side of his neck as he distracted Jassy with a series of passionate kisses. Meanwhile, he deftly eased her flimsy white panties down further, until finally, they were all the way off.
"Scott… Scott, no, we've got to stop, now," Jassy whispered anxiously as she realized her panties had been removed. "Please!"
But the lust-driven man had no intention of stopping now. He was too close to the victory he'd been thinking about from the minute he'd arrived in Beaulea. He moved away from her a bit, and then knelt up over her, leaning in toward the partially naked girl. Hungrily his eyes took in the golden "vee" of her naked young pussy. Jassy was shivering in both fear and desire as Thorpe continued to regard the most intimate part of her body. No one had ever looked at her pussy before, ever, except in her dream world, and the shocking reality of it made the bewildered Jassy want to scramble away from this stranger and run home. Dirk was probably furious at that very moment, for by now surely he knew she had gone off with Scott regardless of his advice. For the first time, she truly regretted what she'd done, for what had seemed so simple before, now became frighteningly complicated.
"Scott… you mustn't," she pleaded, her eyes growing round with fear. But he hushed her as though he were talking to a baby, his voice soft and persuasive.
"You're so beautiful, such a beautiful cunt! Let me look at you! Oh please, you're so beautiful." His soothing words seemed to calm the anxious girl and carefully Scott placed his palms flat against the inside of her whitely trembling thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft, fleshy lips of her virginal pussy. Then he drew the hair-fringed lips slowly apart, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs until the entire moist, pink crevice of her cunt was at the mercy of his gaze.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," Jassy moaned as a ripple of helpless desire sizzled in her loins.
Scott watched the pulsating pussy flesh greedily for a moment and then, with a groan of lust that seemed to echo through the gallery, he suddenly dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue into the warm, throbbing walls of her juicy young cunt.
Jassy jerked back in surprise, a soul-searing moan escaping her lips as she ground her nakedly exposed ass down into the cool tarp beneath her, trying to escape the maddening assault on her pussy. This was something she had never even heard of! But it was shockingly real: her cunt was really being licked by the famous son of Randall Thorpe!
"No! Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh! Nooooooooooooo," she whimpered beneath his depraved attack. Quickly her hands reached down to grasp his dark hair, and she began to push and pull at it in an attempt to remove the wet presence of Scott's tongue from her naked pussy flesh. But it was no use, for the agile tongue kept working insistently at the young girl's defenselessly spread cunt, working its way in and out of the hotly spasming hole and slipping back and forth over her youthful throbbing clit.
Tears streamed down Jassy's cheeks, smearing the mascara she had patiently applied earlier that day to make herself look more sophisticated. With a shudder of fear, she knew she would never, ever, be the same. Scott Thorpe was doing something horribly perverse to her, shattering her romantic fantasies completely. It wasn't like this in her books!
Horrified, she watched as Scott's head bobbed darkly up and down, ignoring her tugs at his hair and continuing the lewd wriggling between her helplessly spread legs. Once more she wished she had listened to Dirk's warning words of advice, for now she had unwittingly let herself in for the lewdest imaginable fuck, just as he had predicted. It was horrible! Her belly trembled anxiously as these fearful thoughts surged in her brain. Yet, at the same time, the scintillating flashes of sheer pleasure that had been insinuating themselves in her defenselessly pinioned young body began to grow, rising within her like an inexorable tide of passion, a torrent of lust that threatened to drown her in a flood of wild sensuality.
"Aaaaaaaannnnnnngggggggggg…" she mewled in confusion.
Scott could sense the fact that his obscene seduction was working, for Jassy's sweet young body now began to surrender to his lewd assault, her muscles growing slack and her hands loosening on his hair. Without releasing her ravaged pussy from his unrelenting tongue-fucking, he raised his eyes in time to see the blonde's sparkling blue eyes roll back as a violent shudder overtook her. Her trembling legs drew up and flailed helplessly in almost complete surrender.
Slowly, Jassy's humiliation and shame began to ebb completely, replaced by an incredible sensation of animal wantonness. A forbidden heat quivered in her shuddering loins that was impossible to resist and overwhelming ripples of hot pleasure traversed every inch of her half-naked body. Now Scott increased his lewd tongue-fucking, doubling his long flat strokes against Jassy's tight, widespread pussy. He would show her the kind of pleasure she could get from him, and before he was through with her she would be begging him to lick her cunt, and more besides! He knew from past experience that once he'd shown her the heights of ecstasy, she would do anything he asked. Then he could shove his aching cock up into that tight unfucked little hole of hers without a single whimper on her part.
Caught now in a whirlpool of ecstasy, Jassy began to push her pelvis upwards, thrusting her wetly glistening pussy towards Scott's hungry mouth as though she wanted to get inside.
"Mmmmmmnmmmmmmm… mmmmnnnnnnnnnn," she moaned over and over, as tiny goosepimples formed on the exposed surface of her skin. She sobbed and trembled now, completely out of control, caught in a raging fire of passion that threatened to devour her. Her pale white thighs jerked up instinctively until they rested on Scott's shoulders, pulling his wagging head still closer to the heated turmoil in her newly-awakened pussy, like a mad-woman caught in the thrall of berserk passion. All thoughts of Dirk were gone now as the licking flames that rose in her shamelessly aroused body reached a new peak. Wantonly she bucked her hips up into the wonderful piercing pleasure that she craved now more than anything in the world.
Scott, meanwhile, could feel the soft, silky cunt hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as Jassy ground her naked ass in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face. He knew definitely now that she was his, and he gloated in triumph, watching the pained and pleasurable contortions on the blonde's angelic face while he let his tongue nudge and lick greedily, writhing in wild lewd spasms inside the wetly aroused arena of her hot juicy cunt hole. Jassy's heated pussy slipped wetly around his extended tongue as the walls opened and closed in a desperate sucking motion of their own.
"Oooooooohhhhhh darling… oooooohhhhhhh Scott!" she sighed. This was reality now; no fantasy could remotely compare to it. Her love for him was a living thing inside her. The subjugated woman's legs opened and closed around the tormenting head slavering up between them and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head. Only this time she was pulling him closer, not trying to force him away.
And then there came a rushing in her ears and she felt like she was choking. The gallery ceiling seemed to cave in over her and the mine floor gave way beneath her wildly writhing form. She cried out as sweet, unbelievable sensations of joy swept through her, filling her with an intolerable delight as every inch of her sexually awakened body prepared for the most insane cum of her life. This was nothing at all like what she could do with her own fingers. This was a maddeningly total experience, and she wanted it to go on forever, and never, never stop.
"Yeah… give me your cream, honey! Give your cream up to old Scott!" the jaded mine owner's son growled lewdly into Jassy's wildly gyrating loins. And tonight I'll fuck you right in your own little bed! he thought lasciviously.
"Aaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" Jassy cried as her cum suddenly exploded through her with a rushing force and she felt herself tumbling into a bottomless void of absolute scalding pleasure. She could feel the seething wetness of her cunt pulsing against his lewdly working mouth and a trickling rivulet of pussy juices running wetly down the crevice of her hotly jerking ass cheeks, down on the tarp below her. She gave one last gasping moan and collapsed against the ground, letting her legs splay limply to each side of her. She could not move, but lay there absolutely still, feeling Scott still resting between her legs, his head now using her wildly tingling cunt as a plush pillow.
After a long moment, of silence, during which only the sound of their tortured breathing could be heard echoing through the mine, Scott crawled up and pressed his open mouth tightly against hers. She could taste the hot wetness of her cum juices on his lips as he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. She pushed her tongue back sleepily in a gesture of grateful thanks. Despite her initial fear, the newly sated young woman knew that the arrogant rich man had given her one of the most overwhelming moments of her entire young life. Maybe, if she played it right, she would get even more from him than a tongue-fucking!***** "Dirk, you have no right telling me what to do!" Jassy spat out as Dirk gave her the third degree for going off alone with Scott Thorpe. "You've been telling me what to do nearly all my life, almost like I was your own sister. Well, I'm not and I'm old enough to take care of myself, so you just leave me alone!"
Dirk looked at her not knowing what to say. She was right and they both knew it. He had been treating her like a child for years and he really had no right to. He would have to learn that he could no longer boss her around. She was her own woman, even the way she stood told him that. Jassy stood defensively in the middle of her bedroom, her fists tensed, and her whole body trembling. She was clad only in her nightgown, preparatory to going to bed, and the outline of her trim young figure was clearly visible to Dirk since the light was glowing from behind her.
Dirk could feel a vein on his forehead throbbing as he looked at her. The fact that Jassy had turned into an incredibly voluptuous young woman was particularly disturbing to him. He had never really noticed it before, probably because he thought of her still as the little tow-headed nine-year-old she had been when they had first met.
"I didn't run off with him!" Jassy cried. "I just took him on a tour of the mine. The manager asked me to show it to him. After all, his father is the owner."
The pouting blonde was particularly upset because she had thought she would be able to go to bed without this irritating confrontation with Dirk. She was getting tired of him and wanted nothing more than to climb into her bed and think about Scott, to relive every single moment of her first lewdly exciting tongue-fuck down in the mine today.
She had been encouraged by the fact that no one seemed to be at the house when she and Scott returned from the mine, and leaving the handsome man with a burning kiss, she had run straight to her bedroom. It was such a relief that Dirk had not been waiting for her that Jassy was totally unprepared ta have him come pounding on her door after dinner that evening.
"Scott Thorpe wanted to see the mine. I think he wanted to see a little more than that."
"Dirk you are really a bastard!" Jassy yelled in outrage. "Would you please leave my room and from now on mind your own business."
Dirk left, he didn't want a scene, and after all, she did have a right to her privacy. He didn't deny that, and he really wasn't trying to meddle, he just didn't want to see her hurt. She had never been exposed to a sophisticated man like Scott Thorpe. She didn't know how to handle him. It took a woman like Amanda to handle a bastard like Thorpe.
At the thought of the cock-hungry red-head, Dirk felt his prick jerk longingly.
"Oh God, Jassy," he whispered into his empty room. "I just want to protect you! Don't you understand? I don't want you to be hurt!"
But he couldn't blame her for the way she felt about Scott Thorpe. He was a pretty sharp looking man, the kind that really got the ladies' juices up and he knew that Jassy had never met anyone like him before and she was blinded by him. Just as he was infatuated with Amanda Woods, he mused, remembering the torrid fuck that he and Amanda had indulged themselves in earlier that afternoon.
"Christ, I could certainly go for a little more of that!" he murmured to himself, his cock aching painfully at the memory of her voluptuously rounded nakedness spread out white and inviting beneath him on the bed.
Even though he knew he couldn't offer Amanda the kind of life he assumed she was used to in the city, he wanted her to stay in Beaulea with him as long as she could. One afternoon of wild passionate fucking had made his life up in Beaulea seem a little less wonderful than it had been before she came.