Chapter 2. Caught
Peter Brinkley walked sedately up the ramp from the field side of the marina
until he saw his friend Don Bowman, waving frantically for him to hurry. "What's
up Don?"
"C'mon. Someone's taken your boat and is getting into trouble with it," Don
urged his friend on. Cresting the top of the seawall, he could see the Sally
nearly in midstream with someone aboard who so obviously knew nothing about
rowing or seamanship. They raced down the boardway, jumped into Don's motor
tender and set off for the Sally. Don gunned the motor but it was not a speed
boat and it would take long minutes before they reached Peter's sailing dinghy.
In the distance they saw it had just cleared itself from one small sailing boat
and was now being blown out towards the main shipping channel.
"She's not going to clear Ayala." Don's voice was grim. "We'll have to string
that stupid bastard up by his toes when we get him and then make him pay for the
damage." From less than thirty yards they saw the strike. Ayala's bowsprit slid
between the forestay and mast on the Sally. Ayala's stem bit into Sally's
gunwale. Sally swung round in the fast tide rip, keeled over at nearly 45
degrees and began taking in water. They saw the occupant thrown on the
floorboards and not re-appear. Sally righted herself a little, the mast caught
in Ayala's rigging.
For Trudy it seemed like things were happening in slow motion. The boat tilted.
She was thrown into the bottom. Water poured in. Voices were heard. She was
lifted and dumped unceremoniously in another boat. And then concerned
conversations about the state of the boats. No concern over her!
"Looks as if you'll have quite a bit to do on Sally before you can take her out
again, Pete. Top of the stem's shattered and a bit of the gunwale smashed out."
Don was appraising the damage as they cleared the entanglement of wire and wood
between Sally and Ayala.
"Yeah, and Alison's going to be real upset when she hears of the damage to her
beloved boat. All that scoring to the paintwork and the broken bowsprit. It'll
cost a pretty penny to put that right and she won't do it herself. Browns always
do her work and they ain't cheap." Pete surveyed the damage to Ayala.
By now the two boats were free of each other and Don towed Sally back upstream,
punching the strong current. Pete turned his attention to the girl while Don
steered. "I hope you've plenty of money Miss. You've done a lot of very
expensive damage." Trudy sat shivering on the floorboards. She had been drenched
when the water came over the side and being April, the seawater was still very
cold. The chill wind penetrated the thin wet shirt causing her nipples to erect.
Goosebumps raised themselves on her bare legs and arms. Trudy shivered. These
men though were more interested in their boats and the damage caused. They were
very angry with Trudy although they hardly spoke to her directly.
"You want me to take you to the marina?" Don asked.
"No. Drop us at the Emma May first please Don," Pete replied, "Then I can find
out who this stupid bitch is and what she thought she was up to. I can phone the
river police from there."
Trudy noticed "Emma May" carved in an elaborate scroll on the back of a big
black boat as they came up to it. Don slowed the engine, Pete leaped aboard with
a rope in his hand and made the motor tender fast alongside. They manoeuvred
Sally under a pair of davits, lifted her from the water and swung her on to the
barge's deck. Both surveyed the damaged in more detail. "You'll have to scarf a
new top to the stem and a couple of bits in the gunwale and get a new stemhead
fitting. That one's knackered." Don gave his view.
Pete agreed, "And even if the weather holds so I can do the work, it will take a
couple of days at least. What a bind and today is such good sailing weather.
That bitch has a lot to answer for."
"What are you gonna do about her?"
"Guess I'll have to bring her aboard and find out who she is." They both looked
down at the visibly shivering Trudy. "Guess I'll find a blanket or something for
her too. She not dressed for the water and I don't want the bitch to die on me.
Looks like the sea has affected her hair too!" Don and Pete laughed. Trudy's
spiky hair was now a bedraggled mess of green and pink colour.
"C'mon up Punk," Pete yelled.
"Noooo. Take me to the shore."
"Not likely. You can't run away from here. C'mon. Up you get." Don had jumped
down into his motor boat and was helping the struggling Trudy to her feet. Her
resistance was futile. A small shivering girl, even one as tough as Trudy
thought she was, was no match for two strong men. In no time she was lifted on
to the barge's deck.
"You need any help, just give me a tinkle," Don said as he started the engine
again, "Better go now, the missus will have dinner on the table and she gets
annoyed if I'm late. Yeah, and watch what you get up to with her! Don't do
anything I wouldn't do!"
Pete turned to Trudy, "Take them boots off and then we'll see if we can find
something warm for you. No one wears boots like that on a boat, even on an old
barge like the Emma May."
Trudy resented being told to remove her boots and wanted to rebel against the
order. They were an integral part of her but they were full of cold seawater so
she sat on the cabin top and reluctantly took them off. Pete put his arm around
her shoulders, "Come with me," was all he said but it was enough of an order to
aggravate Trudy. She leaped up and took a mighty kick at his crotch with her
bare feet. Luckily for Pete his reactions were still fast. He had given up
amateur wrestling four years ago but in micro seconds it was as though he was
still in the ring. Catching her foot in mid swing, Trudy quickly found herself
wrapped around his shoulders, her arms trapped by his left hand and her legs
with his right.
"Okay, Punk, if that's they way you want it. Let's see what a spell in the
fo'c's'le will do for you." Pete carried her to the forward end of the barge,
opened a hatch and lowered Trudy down. Closing the curved hatch he clipped the
padlock into the hasp. No need to lock it. There was no way of opening the hatch
from inside. At first Trudy yelled and screamed and vented her fury on the
hatchway until her fists were sore, then in near darkness she fumbled around
until she found a place to sit and for the first time for many years she began
to cry as well as swear.
She had no idea of the time and even if she see the figures well enough, the
cheap watch she had stolen from a market stall didn't survive immersion in
water. There were no other noises she could really identify other than the
rippling of water as it rushed by the boat. Gradually her eyes became accustomed
to the dim light and she started to make out the general overall shape of the
room. As far as she could tell, it was nothing more than a store room. Rope,
canvas, paint all seemingly in disarray. The rope she was sitting on began to
cut into her thighs. Cold bit into her body and she shivered almost
uncontrollably. "Is he going to let me die in here?" Trudy swore again out loud,
"He sure seems angry over his stupid little boat."
After what seemed to her like hours but was in fact less than an hour, the hatch
opened a few inches. "If I let you out of her and take you to the after cabin
are you going to behave yourself Punk?" Pete asked.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I don't like bitches who answer a question with a question. Now are you going
to behave yourself if I take you to the cabin?
Trudy quietly said, "I guess so."
"Is that a straight yes or no! I'm not playing games with you. Not after the
trouble you have caused."
"Get stuffed Fucker!"
Pete shut the hatch again. He left Trudy for nearly another hour before
returning and asking the question again. This time the answer was a quiet,
"Yes."
Trudy climbed the companionway and was immediately hit by a cold blast of air as
she came on the deck. She shivered so violently that she had difficulty in
walking. "I'm going to pick you up and carry you Punk so keep your feet to
yourself." Pete carried Trudy to the galley where the smell of freshly cooked
food assailed her nostrils. She felt hungry and felt a little sick. "Get those
wet things off," Pete ordered, "And put them in that bucket of fresh water to
soak the salt out.".
Trudy hesitated but then thought what the hell. She wasn't a virgin by any
stretch of the imagination and she might once again have to use her sex to buy
her way out of trouble. Pete watched. "Surprise, surprise," he remarked, "Your
cunt hair doesn't match your head." He laughed and went on, "Here put this
dressing gown on, sit over there and get a cup of tea down you while I dish up
some grub."
"I need to piss." Pete showed her how to work the toilet and was surprised when
Trudy just opened the gown and sat on the seat and unashamedly pissed while he
stood in front of her.
Pete was over 6 feet tall and well built so Trudy was almost lost in the
dressing gown but it felt warm and what with the tea, the food and cabin warmth
she began to feel drowsy. She was relaxed so it became a surprise when Pete
abruptly started to question her.
Slowly he elicited who she was, some of her past history and her mother's phone
number. He dialled it.
"417612?"
"Margaret Ahern? You won't know me but I'm Peter Brinkley and I have your
daughter ...."
"Oh, what has the girl stolen now? I can't pay any more fines for her. You'll
just have to prosecute...."
"It's not as simple as that Mrs. Ahern. Your daughter stole a boat and has done
thousands of pounds worth of damage."
"Boats? Damage? Where is she? She's never been in a boat in her life. She
doesn't know the first thing about them...."
"You are right there Mrs. Ahern. That's what caused the damage. We are at
Burnham on Crouch. Can you come down here and we can discus what to do with
her?"
"Well I have to be at the bar from eight till eleven so as long as I can get
back before then. I'll have to see what times the trains are. Where are you. At
the police station?"
"No. On a barge but I'll pick you up at the railway station. You can call me on
my mobile when you know when you will arrive." Pete gave her the number.
"Trude, Punk, your mother's coming down by train. She doesn't sound very happy."
"She always acts that way when the police or store managers phones. She probably
guesses they will put me away this time and I'll be off her hands for a bit."
"Do you really want to be locked up?"
"No. Of course I don't. I'm not that much of a stupid cunt, but I guess the
bastards will do it one day. So it might as well be now as later." Trudy
shrugged.
"You don't sound as if you would mind being locked up. I know I would hate it.
Can't stand being inside buildings for long at a time. I want to be out in the
open. In the fresh air. To feel the wind on my face. I want to smell the sea and
feel the boat gently rocking under my feet. It must be really claustrophobic to
be locked in a cell for hours at a time, for days or weeks on end. Being forced
to do the same things at certain times each day. You would have to learn to take
orders there."
They sat discussing or sparring with words on each other's lifestyles over
another mug of tea. Pete was somewhat surprised by the intelligence of her
answers even if her attitude to people and their property was somewhat
belligerent. "Why do you make so much bloody fuss over boats? They're only lumps
of wood." she asked.
"To us they are like family members. Living things. To us they are like another
home. One which gives us a great deal of pleasure and for those of us who have
wooden boats, they are like having grand old ladies to look after and it grieves
us greatly when they are damaged or marred especially when the damage was caused
by an uncaring brat who shouldn't have been near anyway."
The phone rang.
"Afternoon Alison.... Yes, it was the Sally..... Yes she was damaged too....
Browns estimate £4,500 to repair the damage..... That seems a bit high....Yes
she is with me now. I'm waiting for her mother to arrive on the five o'clock
train but I don't think she has that sort of money.... No, I haven't called the
police yet. Thought I would wait until I saw the mother, then decide. What about
you?... Uh huh. ... Even if we prosecute I doubt we'll get any money out of
them. The mother's having difficulty in paying previous fines. You'll be down in
the morning? Well I'll see you then."
"That was the owner of Ayala. She wasn't very happy, mind you she is never very
happy. She wanted to know what I was going to do about you," Pete told Trudy.
"And what are you going to do?"
"As yet, I don't know. Perhaps I am too angry to make the right decision now.
For the moment though you can wash up these plates and mugs while I see what I
can sort out on Sally." Trudy watched half heartedly and Pete showed her how to
work the pump for the hot water system. As he climbed the companionway to let
her get on with it, she spat at him, "You may have me prisoner here but I am not
your servant. They don't make you wash up in a police station so I'm not doing
it here!" Pete turned and saw Trudy standing defiantly with her arms on her
hips. He descended the stairway again.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I might even get to lose some of
my anger if you choose the hard way but its up to you....."
"Fuck off, shitbag. You can't make me do anything!" But there she was wrong.
Even though she half expected him to attack her, she was unprepared for the
speed with which he had her securely in a head lock and was dragging her down a
passageway. She screamed, kicked and punched, all to no avail. They entered a
cabin he used as a workshop. With one hand, Pete cleared a couple of items from
a workbench and dumped Trudy on it. The dressing gown had come open in the
struggle and Pete could see her small but firm tits. Trudy made no effort to
cover them but tried to land a punch to Pete's face. It didn't connect. Pete
removed the gown. Now she was naked before him. "It seems to me," he growled at
her, "Someone should have done this long ago." Pete brought his hard, calloused
hand smartly down on her arse.
Trudy flinched but only cried out, "You bloody fucking bastard," before
continuing to flail her arms and kick her feet in Pete's general direction.
"Okay, if that's the way you want it." Pete grabbed a short coil of rope hanging
from a hook in a deck beam. Quickly and with a sailor's efficiency he tied
Trudy's wrists and fastened them to a bench leg. "Now we'll see how tough the
little punk girl is."
Trudy kept up a stream of invective, calling him all the shitting fucking
bastards and every other name she could think of. It only served to anger Pete
further. He picked up a hickory sail batten, a slat of wood an eighth of inch
thick, two inches wide and about two feet long. The wood was tough and flexible.
"You damaged part of my Sally, so perhaps part of her can damage you." Using
considerable force, Pete brought the sail batten down hard on Trudy's arse
cheeks. THWACK!! Trudy yelled and then continued swearing at him. A bright red
stripe appeared across both of her bum cheeks.
Another THWACK! Another scream. Another stripe. Trudy still kicked and swore.
Six more and Trudy began to sob. Four more and she began to beg him to stop.
Another four and she began weeping hysterically. "Perhaps that will do for
starters but if I have any more nonsense from you there is plenty more where
that came from. While you are here you will do as you are told." She would find
it painful to sit for a while but apart from a lot of redness, the wide batten
hadn't done any real harm.
Pete untied the sobbing naked girl and carried her back through to the galley
pausing only to grab a blanket from one of the bunks. He didn't stop at the
galley but continued up on to the deck. Heedless of passing boats and staring
yachtsmen, he carried Trudy to the fo'c's'le again and lowered her down. Trudy
screamed and protested, promising she would do the dishes but her appeals went
unheeded. Before closing the hatch, Pete yelled down, "Two men used to sleep in
here when this was a working barge. Under all that rope, you will find a bunk.
Sorry the mattress got thrown out years ago but the boards are still there. I'll
leave the lights on until I have washed up and then turn them out. You have
about 10 minutes to sort yourself out." He threw the blanket down to Trudy, who
cried out, "No, please. I'll do the washing-up."
"Ten minutes!" Pete replied as he closed the hatch.
For the first time, Trudy noticed a pair of wire encased bulkhead lights that
shone a little light into the dark interior of the forecastle. They cast long
irregular shadows that seemed very foreboding in the peculiar shaped room. Trudy
looked for an escape route but found none. There was only the one way in and one
way out. She could see the piles of rope, the tins of paint. Somewhere
underneath there was supposed to be a bunk but she had only just begun to move
some of the stuff when the lights went out. "Sod you bastard," she shouted at
the hatch but he was eighty feet away at the after end of the barge and didn't
hear anything.
Fumbling around in the near darkness with just the small amount of light let in
by the deck lights, Trudy partially uncovered the bunk, She tried to sit but
found her arse was too sore so she wrapped the blanket around her and lay on her
side, curled up on the space she had clear. Tears filled her eyes. Lying there
listening to the sounds around her, the water running, intermittent sounds of
hammering and footsteps on the deck, occasional voices, Trudy reflected on the
day's events. It wasn't the day at the arcades she had expected. Instead of
pilfering money, playing slot machines and chatting up any boys she fancied, she
was trapped in a black hole and kept prisoner by a bear of a man. Time passed
slowly. Cold and fear began to get to her and again she felt the need to pee.
Suddenly she became aware of a bumping alongside and the sound of footsteps,
more than one she guessed, walking on the deck. The sounds receded and it all
went quiet again.
******
Pete rowed ashore a little before Margaret's train was due and met her in his
old Ford Escort. She was a tiny little thing and her face was care worn. He took
a liking to her at once and they were able to chat in the car on the short
journey to the marina. Once on Emma May he led her to the main cabin, made tea
and produced home-made cake before outlining Trudy's misdeeds.
"Where is she?" Margaret asked.
"She's in the forward compartment out of harms way. I'll let her out when we've
had a talk." Pete told of the problems and expense Trudy had caused that day.
Margaret explained the difficulties she had living with her over many years. She
kept apologising for her daughter's behaviour as though it was her fault but
Pete would have none of it. "Trudy for many years now has known what was right
and wrong. She deliberately chose wrong and there was no one strong enough to
correct her."
"But that's why it is my fault. I should have corrected her when she was young
but I didn't then believe in smacking and when her father left I thought it was
all because she missed him and would grow out of it. Then I was ill for some
months and after that she seemed to control me and not the other way round. What
are you going to do with her?"
"As yet I don't know. Much will depend on what Alison wants when she sees the
damage to her boat in the morning. I would certainly like to keep her here
overnight so she doesn't try and run away. I guess it would also give you a
break from her. After that, well, I don't think taking it to the police will
help much. For me, I would make her work off payment for the damage she caused
to my Sally but the damage to Ayala would mean long term work which I can't see
Alison agreeing to. Alison is rather snooty and upper class and will look down
her nose at a punk rocker. Would you agree to my keeping her for a few weeks?"
"I don't think I would have any say in the matter. Trudy would make up her own
mind whatever we say."
"I'm not so sure of that, Margaret. She will have little choice but to stay at
least until she can find a way to get off this boat."
"It certainly would give me a rest Peter, although you would regret the decision
I'm sure. Shall we see what she has to say?"
*****
Trudy was half dozing when the bulkhead lights came on. Moments later the hatch
was opened. "Wakey, wakey! Up you come," Pete called down. Trudy's dirt smudged
face appeared in the hatchway followed by a similarly dirt smudged body. She saw
her mother.
"You come to take me home, bitch?" Trudy spat the words with venom. Margaret
shook her head. "You had better you bloody fucker." Pete saw fear in Margaret's
eyes and stepped between them.
"You have no choice. You are staying."
"I bloody well ain't. Even if I have to swim to the shore." She turned to her
mother. "You're tak....." Her sentence was left unfinished as she felt herself
being lifted off the deck. Without any hesitation Pete carried her to the side
of the boat and threw her in. The cold water closed around her. She fought for
breath as she surfaced and started yelling and splashing. The tide had now
turned and was flowing in but it hadn't gained too much momentum. Pete walked to
the rear of the barge, jumped in the dinghy and waited until the tide brought
the spluttering girl to him. A small sailing boat passed close and its skipper
asked if they required help. Pete knew him and yelled, "No, its a survival
test."
As Trudy, now frozen, reached the dinghy he grabbed her hair and then under the
arms, he lifted her easily from the water into the small boat. From there he put
her hands on the barge's handrail and with a shove on her sore arse pushed her
on to the deck. Margaret stood aghast. She noticed the obviously red and well
beaten backside but didn't protest. Carrying Trudy to the cabin he gave her a
towel. "How far do you think you would swim in that water?" Despite not wishing
to show fear in front of her mother, Trudy started crying.
"Trudy," Pete spoke gently to her, "You either co-operate or you will end up
very sore. I have agreed with your mother that you stay here at least overnight
until Alison has her say. If Alison agrees, you will work for me until you have
paid off your debt. It will only take two or three weeks. That is surely better
than several months in prison. Your stay can be pleasant or painful depending on
your attitude. You will have to become used to taking orders and acting on them
without question. However as I said, it all depends on Alison. If she decides to
hand you over to the police, then that will happen. Personally I believe you
would be better working off your debt to her too. But £4,000 is a lot of debt to
cover."
"I won't do it!" Trudy's voice lacked the conviction it had earlier.
Pete found her some very oversize trousers and sweater to put on and said "We'll
have a bite to eat and then I will take Margaret back to Billericay in the car
so she can get to work on time. While I am away, Trudy you will be put back in
the fo'c's'le because as yet I cannot trust you anywhere else. I will leave the
lights on and find a sleeping bag for you to sit on."
"No, please. Not in there again."
"Sorry, Trudy, for now it is the only place I think you will be safe and it
won't be for long."
They ate, and when they were ready to leave, Trudy pleaded with her mother to
take her. Margaret wavered in her resolve but Pete didn't budge. "It doesn't
matter what your mother says now, you are staying."
She resisted all the way to the fo'c's'le but she was no match for Pete and she
knew it. When she was fastened in, Margaret broke down. "Will she be alright?
You won't hurt her will you?"
"Don't worry Margaret, she will be okay. Yes, I will hurt her if she doesn't
behave but there will be no permanent damage. We just have to hope that in the
end it does a little good. No guarantees though." Pete drove almost in silence.
Both he and Margaret were wrapped in their own thoughts. Nearing their
destination, Margaret plucked up the courage to ask what had been on her mind
for most of the journey.
"Will you have..... make love .... to Trudy?"
"Most probably. I can't see living alone with a near naked girl and not doing
it. She'll have a choice but I guess she will prefer my bunk to sleeping in the
fo'c's'le. I gather she is no virgin."
Margaret smiled, "Not by a long way. But you won't make her pregnant will you?
She has pills in her room."
At Margaret's home Pete packed a suitcase of the clothes he could find in
Trudy's room that were most suitable for life aboard a boat. Sweaters, long
trousers, slippers, hats and coats. He was surprised at the amount of new gear
but Margaret said most were undoubtedly stolen. She noticed he didn't take any
bra's, knickers or nightshirts but did take the pack of sanitary towels she
offered. "You'd better take these, I think she is due in a few days and I guess
you don't have such things on board."
It was well dark by the time he arrived back on the barge and released Trudy. A
road accident had delayed his return. He apologised as he took her to the cabin.
She sat sullenly opposite him as if daring him to order her to do anything.
Setting a mug of hot chocolate in front of her he said, "I guess you think this
has been a bad day for you. A fun day at the seaside that turned into a
nightmare. Well it needn't be that way. It could be the start of a new life if
only you let it." Trudy just shrugged her shoulders. She was in no mood for
lectures. She drank the chocolate in silence, her eyes half closed. The sea air,
her battles with the cold and her unpleasant experiences and now the warmth of
the cabin had made her very sleepy.
"I expect normally you go to bed at all hours of the night or early morning.
Here bedtime is at ten. Breakfast is 6.30 a.m." Trudy's eyes opened. She rarely
saw anything at that hour unless it was on her way home to bed. Then the thought
came to her. Would she be sleeping in that coal-hole of a prison room? Tears
came to her eyes just thinking about sleeping a whole night there.
"Where....? Will I have to sleep in that room?" she asked querulously.
"Not unless you don't wish to share my bed!" Pete laughed and then moved
alongside her. Putting his arms around her and speaking quietly he said, "I know
so far we both have thought of each other as enemies but since talking to your
mother and the way things have been, I have a little more respect for you even
though I heartily disagree with what you have done. How about we call a truce
until Alison comes and see how we get on?"
Trudy was non committal. She didn't know what to think or do. Her mind was a
whirlwind of thoughts but nothing coherent. "Come, lets get a shower and wash
some of that muck off you. On the boat we have to conserve fresh water so making
one shower do two people makes good sense. I have already seen all of you. Now
you can see all of me. I know you aren't shy and have no doubt seen more naked
men than I have naked girls." Giving her a squeeze he led her to the bathroom
and started the electric shower pump.
Trudy quickly pulled off her baggy sweater and trousers and waited for the water
temperature to rise. As she did so she watched him undress, fold and place his
clothes on a stool. Knowing she was watching his cock became half-hard. It
caused her to give a little gasp when she saw it. The men and boys she was used
to, didn't have a weapon that size even in its semi erect state.
Pete soaped her back and then gently did her still very sore arse but she didn't
complain. Tired and weary, Trudy allowed him to do it. Nor did she complain when
he did between her legs and then worked up her belly and massaged her small
breasts. He was at least more gentle than some of her friends. Finishing, Pete
gave her the soap and turned so his back was to her. Knowing what was required
without being asked, she washed his back, arse and legs before turning him round
and starting on his chest. By now his cock was fully hard so she massaged it as
she soaped it and his balls. "Should I go all the way and make him cum?" she
thought that it might spare her being fucked but she was also aroused and
decided perhaps she would like it in her. Her thoughts were answered. Pete
turned the water off and handed her a towel and took one himself. They partly
dried themselves and partly each other before he carried her to his bunk.
The bunk, built into a cupboard like arrangement with sliding doors that could
be shut from the inside, was not a full double size one but bigger than a
single. Two small lights fixed to the deck beams only four feet above the head
illuminated the interior. Pete lifted Trudy in and climbed in behind her. There
wasn't much room but that only meant their bodies were close together. Trudy
felt his hardness against her belly and was again uncertain if she could take it
inside her especially with her arse so sore. Pete put his hand on her cunt and
felt moisture. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Pete?" Trudy whispered, "I don't know if I can take it. I've been fucked many
times but never with a prick anything like this big. And my arse is sore. And my
...."
"No excuses, Trudy. You had the choice of sleeping here or in the fo'c's'le. You
knew what I would expect from you when you made the choice. I will try and go
easy to start with, but now I'm this hard, I'm not going to stop until I've cum
at least once. You have a debt to pay, remember?" Trudy could hear him breathing
hard. "Open your legs wide and put it in Trude, please. It may be easier if you
do it." Trudy's first thoughts were to do the opposite and close her legs but
she too was feeling horny and if she let him have his way she might get away
earlier. Opening her thighs she took hold of the rampant prick and placed it at
the entrance to her vagina. Pete pushed it in an inch. Trudy groaned. It didn't
really hurt but it seemed to stretch her well beyond anything she was used to.
He pushed in another inch. Now there was some pain but she wasn't going to admit
it. Another inch but now with her juices flowing and his cock emitting pre-cum,
the cock began to slide in easier. Soon it was fully in and the head hit her
cervix. Never had she been filled like this. Pete began stroking it in and out
slowly but gradually increased the speed until he was pounding away. Trudy cried
out as she came for the first time but still Pete carried on. It was some
minutes more before he came and by then Trudy had climaxed a second time. They
lay there bathed in each other's sweat.
Pete left his cock inside the girl for sometime until it became soft and more or
less slipped out of its own accord. He pulled Trudy up in the bed until her face
was level with his. "That was great Trudy. How was it for you?" he said as he
kissed her.
Trudy didn't want to admit to it being the best fuck ever for her so just said,
"Okay, I guess." Pete realised why she said it and gathered her tightly in his
arms. Together, like this they fell asleep.
