The Tortured Tourists
Chapter 14
It was the end of the first of many weeks to be spent in
France. Weeks of waiting for the slow mills of French justice to
start grinding. Weeks that were to have been spent in Italy,
Switzerland, and other places.
Tommy had gone out to see if he could make any sense of a
French movie. Darla had decided to stay in and perhaps write some
letters. Chuck and Ann were dining with the Consulate General.
It was only about seven-thirty when Tommy returned to the
suite, disgusted with the silliness of the film, and fed up with
trying to follow the dialogue by the action. He ordered some
sandwiches and Cokes sent up, suddenly craving a taste for the
bottle of the bulge, and then peeled off his clothes and put on a
robe.
He answered the door and took the tray from the bellhop, and
set it on the table while he got out of his shoes. As he swapped
the oxfords for a pair of slippers in his closet, he thought he
heard something like crying.
She's probably having a bad dream, poor kid. No wonder,
after what she's been through. He opened the intercommunicating
door to Darla's room, and started to enter and wake her from a
nightmare.
There were no lights on in her room, but the moon was bright,
and additional light poured in from reflections of the hotel
marquee lighting. He took two steps into the room and halted.
Darla was lying on top of the covers. Her feet were drawn up
snugly to her buttocks, her knees tightly together and raised.
Her face wasn't visible behind the raised knees, but he could see
that her hands were busy massaging her full breasts.
The hand nearest him was almost fully in view, and a darkly
pink nipple was peeping from between her fingers. She was
squeezing it and rolling her cupped hand on her breast, and all
the while she was moaning low, but steadily.
"Oh-h ... Oh-h ... Oh-h ... oh-oh ..." on and on and on.
He tried to move to back out through the door way and close
the door on her privacy. But he seemed rooted to the spot. And
when her knees began to separate, he couldn't have moved at the
point of a gun.
As the dimpled knees parted, the soft light etched the creamy
inside pillars of her thighs, spreading as they separated, until
they fell to either side, of their own weight.
The bright blonde gold of the soft feathers in her crotch
caught gleam of light and sparkled. So did the diamonds that he
saw were dewy drops of her passion. They sparkled at the edges of
her swelling natal lips, and the lips were parting as they
engorged with blood from her racing pulse.
Tommy's pulse was racing, too. He'd let his robe fall open,
and the rayon sash lost its slippery hold further down. The whole
front of his robe hung wide open, and the painful hardness of his
instant erection was like a steel bar being drawn to the magnetic
power of the sight before him.
He groaned as his feet moved forward, carrying him nearer to
the awful temptation. Darla's face was visible, now. Her eyes
were shut, and her constant moans continued as she massaged her
breasts.
If there had been a framework at the foot of the bed, he
might have been able to halt. But the way was open to him. He
slowly moved forward onto the bed, pulling himself up to the
gleaming wet pinkness of her spreading slit.
Then he caught the hot, musky scent of her, and he plunged
his lips into the brimming pink vessel of flesh. Her juices
flowed out around his lips, and he licked out his tongue and
caressed her most sensitive spot.
Her moans were heavier and louder as he licked and sucked at
her flowing juices, and then his hands were moving upward until he
stole her breasts from her own hands, and began to knead them, and
tweak the taut nipples.
Her legs wrapped around his back, and her heels pressed
against the back of his neck, holding him snugly to the heated
slit which was opening still farther to his penetrating tongue.
He knew that her eyes were open, now, as she replaced the moans
with words.
"Oh, Tommy! You're a darling lover! We shouldn't! We
mustn't! But don't stop, for God's sake! Oh, it's good! It's so
good! Oh-h! Eat me good, yes!"
His mind answered her as his lips and tongue and hands
functioned like thinking creatures with lives of their own.
I know we shouldn't! We mustn't! I can't stop! Yes, it's
good! Your sweet cant is so juicy I can't stop eating it! Oh,
Darla What will we do? We can't go on like this.
He felt the shuddering release begin. The tremors ran
through her fine body until they filled her with tension. Then
her hips rose and she pulled tighter with her heels against his
neck, as she let herself explode into the clouds.
When her legs released him, he licked her hot flesh
completely void of its juices, then his mouth trailed upward
through the blonde forest and over the heaving, panting belly. He
tongued her navel, then moved up to suck heavily at her nipples
Tommy! Your wonderfully hard cock is dragging up my legs.
It's burning a trail up my thighs! Oh, how I want it! Damn me
for a slut, but I want it! l have to have it!
Her hands seized his head and pulled it from her breasts,
then brought it up to place his mouth on hers. As his body moved
to make their lips meet, she felt the hard undercarriage catch in
the hot meat of her crotch.
As their mouths tried to devour each other, she moved her
hips until she got the swollen entrance of her passage touching
the tip of the equally swollen club that lay in her freshly
flowing fountain.
"Darla! I can't help myself! I'm going inside you! Stop
me!"
"No! I want you, Tommy. I need you. Fuck me, Tommy. Stuff
me with it!" She thrust at him to speed it up, and he became
engulfed in her.
He sucked deeply at her mouth, then let his lips slide around
to her ear. As he penetrated her, he spoke into her ear.
"Darla, when I get near that sweet pussy of yours, I can't
resist it! I love the way it smells, the taste of it, the way it
feels on my cock now, as I'm sliding into it. I can't leave you
alone, Darla! What'll I do?"
"It's not just you, Tommy. I get hungry for your juicy prick
when I see it, even when I think about it! Let's talk about it
when we're through. Just forget everything, now, and fuck me!"
He thrust into her with long strokes, probing the soft,
slippery folds which closed over him as he plowed through. Then
they were hurrying, rushing to completion, and he felt her open up
incredibly to him, deep in her hungry cavern, and he pushed hard
to bury himself as he gushed out his all.
When they stopped panting, he pulled himself out of her with
a slushy, sucking sound and fell over on his side. She looked at
the limp remains of his excitement, and the tiny blob of semen at
its tip. A short string of the thick fluid trailed halfway along
its soft shaft.
She got to her knees and moved down to it. Her tongue licked
out and captured the soft flesh, pulling it into her mouth. She
sucked at it until he groaned.
"Don't, Darla! You'll give me such a mean hardon I'll never
be able to get rid of it. Let's quit while we're ahead or before
we go any further astray."
"I was just kissing it goodbye, Tommy. From now on, we'll
just have to be extra careful. We mustn't go in each other's room
unless we're positive it's safe. And we'll have to avoid touching
each other. But not too conspicuously, or the folks might catch
on that something's happened between us."
"After having you, I don't think anyone else will turn me
on," he told her.
"That's what you might think, now. But when you get really
hard-up like we were tonight, look around, and you'll find someone
that will please you. I hate to think of anyone else having you.
But we've got to be firm about breaking this off. You know that!"
"Sure. I'll be okay. At least I think I will. if I can
convince myself of one thing."
"What's that, honey?" Darla asked, as she started to run her
hand through his unruly hair in an old habitual sisterly habit.
She jerked her hand away, and they grinned at each other.
"I'm good enough to get by, aren't I? I mean. w. you
didn't want me just because I'm your brother ... sort of
contagious perversion from what happened before' He was watching
her closely.
"You heard Mother talking to Daddy back in our dear old
dungeon. I'm a highly sexed gal who had a pretty strong father
fixation. And you=B9re a lot like Daddy Chuck. But you've probably
got more endurance now than he has. Maybe it was partly that, and
partly that you're just a natural born lover. Too damned good a
lover!"
"I think I'll buy that. Your reasons, I mean. Because I
think part of what draws me to you is that you're a lot like
Mother. I don't think I had a strong mother image bit, but that
episode with her did something that stirred me up good. It showed
me one thing. Dad sure didn't get cheated on a good match for his
sex drives, either."
"If we can all just force ourselves to toe the line until we
can get readjusted, maybe well all learn from this. It was a
horrible adventure while it lasted. But I'm not so sure the real
torture isn't what comes now until we can lick the tigers that
were let loose on that farm." Tommy got up and put on his robe
and fastened it. Then he bent over and kissed the still juicy
opening of her womanhood. "Goodbye, you sweet, juicy thing. Good
night, sis."
"Good night, Brother Tom." The door closed on him, and she
was alone. "Goodbye, lover," she whispered into the night.
