Taking the Christian's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 2)
Autumn Young
Copyright 2012 — Autumn Young
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OTHER TITLES BY AUTUMN YOUNG
Sam Wild Erotic Mysteries
Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 1)
Taking the Christian's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 2)
"Taking the Christian's Virginity" Product Description:
Beers, burgers and boob watching. That's how Sam Wild spends his retirement as he lounges on the beach watching teen girls flock and play in the sand.
But when he screws a Christian and virgin volleyball player, who ends up dead, he is sucked into a battle with a gang of Christians. Sam must find the killer among them to clear his name, while he fights their proselytizing ways.
Taking the Christian's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 2)
Chapter 1
Sam Wild reclined in his hammock, one hand tucked behind his head, the other lazily hung off the hammock as it held an icy beer that could freeze the nuts off Frosty the Snowman. Rays of sunshine drifted through the leaves of the coconut tree as a warm breeze blew across the ocean.
Fuck, what a gorgeous day.
Sam had spent the last few hours in his hotel room, masturbating to Internet porn—he had been stuck in a "pornado" as pop-up after pop-up barraged his screen, each chick looked sexier than the next, so he had to click them—and now, he lied comfortable and satisfied. The worst that could be said was that his arm needed a heating pad.
He touched the beer to his lips, let out a great "aaaah" of satisfaction as he swayed. He should have done this years ago. He was sixty years old now, and it seemed wrong to take so long with enjoying his life. His sexy granddaughter—and the desire to fuck her—was the thing that kept him from leaving home before. That was in the past. Now that he screwed her, he could move on. Well, she tried to kill him, so that helped him start his retirement, too.
Now, his future involved a few more beers and a couple hours watching chicks, with big tits, bounce on the beach as they played volleyball.
Hell, to the yes.
A game started a few moments ago, just as he popped the top off his bottle of beer. A few days earlier, he found a nifty little ball cap with a bottle cap remover attached to the brim. It was now his favorite thing in the world.
He watched the group of teens playing volleyball. They were probably just out of high school, he really couldn't be sure anymore since young chicks all looked alike now. If they had a pair of nice tits, a great ass, legs and a flat stomach, it didn't really matter what the face looked like.
A little blonde with breasts bigger than the volleyball caught his attention. She was tiny but spunky; she was probably the head of the varsity cheerleaders. She looked to have a temper because she kept ordering the other bitches around. That's what she called them. Just in the first few minutes of the game, it was "Hey bitch, serve. Hey bitch, you suck. Hey bitch, bend lower."
Sam liked the last order because the girl she was talking too had a great ass, which just so happened to be pointing right at Sam when she did as she was told.
Yum.
Sam took another swig and closed his eyes for a moment.
What a life. His biggest worry was deciding which restaurant he wanted to eat at tonight. Should he go for steak or ribs? Fuck tacos, unless they were of the pink kind.
"No bitch! Get lower."
The blonde's voice jarred Sam out of his musings. Apparently, the girls switched to the other side of the net. What a blessing. A tall brunette bent low, as she straightened her arms and clasped her hands in front of her. She shifted her hips back and forth as she waited for the ball to be served.
It created the perfect angle for Sam to enjoy her tits.
"Mmmm," he whispered as he took a swig of beer.
He smiled, enjoying his good fortune at having a retirement mixed with an endless supply of chicks.
"What are you looking at?" came a voice from the group.
Sam couldn't tell where because he was staring at the brunette's breasts.
He ignored the question and kept staring at the brunette bending low. He wondered how flexible she was.
"Hey, old man. What are you doing?"
Did they never stop?
"Hey! I'm talking to you."
Sam knew from experience, it wasn't going to stop, but still, he wanted a little longer to look. The chick's nipples were poking out. Nice.
A couple teens broke off from the volleyball players and approached him.
The leader of the tiny pack was a muscled white kid, probably a boyfriend of one of the girls. "I asked you a question!"
The men were always the one's that got in trouble. The girls just ignored Sam, which, he didn't mind.
The kid and his two friends stopped in front of Sam.
He sighed.
"Why are you acting like a pervert, man? Don't look at our girls."
Sam smiled, sipped his beer. "You let those bitches outside dressed like that then I am obliged to catch a view."
The kid turned to his friend. "The old man thinks he can look; that's just gross." He turned back. "Why are you looking anyway? You think you're going to do something with one of them? Your balls are old and I bet you need special pills for your penis and your heart, so you don't die."
The kid wasn't too far off. Still, he was being rude.
"HIPAA precludes me from discussing any medical conditions with you."
"What about a hippo?"
God, they were so stupid. "Don't worry about it."
"Look, stop staring at the girls. It's not cool."
Now, the entire volleyball group stopped and was watching the scene.
"They are in my line of vision. If you don't want me to look, then play behind me. I'm too lazy to turn around."
"Look at this guy," the kid said to his friends. "He thinks just because he has an okay body for an old guy, we'll be afraid of him, and he can do whatever he wants!"
They guffawed but didn't answer. Sam wondered if the other two knew how to talk.
Experience taught Sam that time was running short.
The kid turned to him. "Look, stop looking or you're going to have problems."
Yup, civility was over.
For being old, Sam did have a good body. He also had a big cock and a way with women that even he didn't understand. He liked to fuck virgins, and they always seemed to want it. Maybe it was his money, which he had a lot of.
Sam turned to his small table and grabbed a second bottle. Placing it by his hat, he pried the cap off using the bottle opener on his hat. "Like I said, move behind me and you get your wish. If you stay where you are, I can do nothing for you."
"Look, I'm not going to tell you again." He lunged forward.
Sam whipped the open end of the full beer at the kid's face. It splashed in his eyes.
"Crap!" The kid stumbled back, kicking sand everywhere and pressing his palms to his eyes.
His two friends looked at each other then charged. Sam drew the empty bottle back, aimed, then launched it at the closest kid. It surged like a torpedo through the air. The butt of the bottle smacked the kid right in the bridge of the nose.
Sam laughed. "Bullseye, motherfucka!" His Marine training taught him long ago that in order to momentarily disarm and confuse your enemy, you hit them right in the nose, causing their eyes to water.
Sweet.
The third kid, the smallest of the three—no wonder he was the last to really try anything—jumped forward.
"Get him, Bitch!" Sam yelled.
The small Chihuahua that had been lounging under the tree behind Sam zoomed toward the third guy.
"Yip! Yip! Yip!" It sank its teeth into the boy's toe and ripped its head back and forth.
The kid howled.
The group behind them stared at the scene. Each one looked at the others wondering who was going to step up and help. Sam knew from experience that none of them would. He was okay. But just in case he wasn't, he reached into the bucket and pulled out his gun, then rested it on his belly.
"What the hell, man?" The original boy's voice was high-pitched. He finally wiped his eyes free and spun on Sam. Then, his eyes fell on the gun.
Sam patted it. "I've been very nice so far, don't you think? We were both enjoying a nice day until this little incident. Why don't you head back to your friends and get on with your fun?" He winked.
"Screw you, man."
Sam shrugged. "If that's your prerogative you're fine by me, but I like pussy myself." He gestured toward the blonde girl with the big tits. "Like that, actually."
"That's my girl, jerk."
"Then why are you so angry? If I was beating that pussy each night, I'd be one happy man."
"Screw you. She's still a virgin and that's how it's going to remain until we get married."
What an odd thing to tell a total stranger. Still, Sam was intrigued. How the hell could a girl looking like that be a virgin?
"You must be one frustrated kid."
He heaved in indignation. "No, I'm not, man. I do the Lord's work. I'm a Christian. I can handle it!"
"The fuck you are." Sam's eyes enlarged as they strayed back to the girl. "You all have a strange way of showing God's love."
"Hey man, don't judge us! We don't judge you. We just offer you God's love. And I don't want you looking at her cause she's God's child."
Sam laughed a belly laugh.
"Get the fuck out of here, all three of you." He maneuvered the gun until it pointed at the kid. It was the best way to avoid any confusion.
"Man, you need Jesus," he fumed as he grabbed the kid who was hit with the bottle and pulled him away.
"Don't forget your other one," Sam called.
The leader turned. "Come on, Clarence."
"The dog won't stop!" Clarence shook his foot, wiggled it back and forth, pretended to punt a ball, but the Chihuahua stayed firmly attached.
Sam sighed. He remembered when the dog had attacked him when they first met. He had to hit it in the balls to dislodge it.
"Bitch! Get your ass over here," Sam shouted.
The Chihuahua spun and vaulted back to the tree, then coward under a leaf.
The boy hopped back to his friends then the three made their way to the group. There was the usual cluster of confusion and gesturing and pointing, but soon it ended. That's how it always happened.
Sam reached down and pulled out another beer. The alcohol was disappearing rather quickly; he needed to grab more, later. Popping the top, he took a long swig.
As he lowered the bottle, he noticed a sad thing. The group was moving their volleyball game. It only took them a few minutes then they were behind Sam.
"Fuck," he whispered. That sucked.
He sighed and rested his head back. He really was too lazy to turn around.
A few moments later, he heard footsteps. He secured his gun, just in case of trouble.
"Nice gun."
He looked up; the blonde with the big tits and the potty mouth was staring at him.
"I know."
She knelt, seemed to appraise him.
"I like your dog, too."
"He's not my dog. He just keeps following me wherever I go."
"Will it hurt me?"
"He kicked your friend's ass, so, probably. He's just mean."
"Ah, poor boy. He must be lonely."
Sam let his eyes travel over her tan body, then they stopped at her breasts.
"I love your tits."
She laughed and blushed. "You're not supposed to be looking."
His eyes didn't leave her cleavage. "Why? You've got an awesome body. If you don't want me looking, don't dress like that."
She huffed and gestured to her friends. "That's what they always tell me."
Sam leaned close, as if he were sharing a secret. "In my opinion, you shouldn't listen to them."
He looked at her pussy and wished he was between her legs.
"You really don't care, do you? You're just looking at my crotch, right in front of me."
He smiled. "This is the last time I am going to see you, I want to remember everything."
"Why?"
"Because, you're the sexiest bitch over there."
She laughed and bit her lip.
He nodded to the group. "You probably shouldn't be over here with a dirty old man like me; I might corrupt you. Why don't you go back with your friends?"
She wrinkled her nose. "They're all Christians. They try and proselytize me all the time. I keep telling them I'm not interested anymore, but they don't listen."
He laughed and thought of his pussy of a son who was a pastor. "Sounds like somebody I know."
"Really? Is he annoying too?"
"He's a dick. You don't know the half of it."
She nodded then bit her fingernail. She seemed to want to say something.
Sam stared at her tits again. "Your boyfriend tells me you're a virgin."
She nodded. "I am. I used to be a Christian then I realized how stupid it all is. So now, I'm just waiting for the right guy to come along."
Sam smiled. "I happen to know just the right person." He took her hand and stood. "Come on, Bitch." He started walking away, leading her to his hotel room.
The Chihuahua startled at the sound of his name then ran after him, always sure to keep a safe distance, lest he get stepped on.
Chapter 2
Sam pushed the blonde teen against the wall then raked his large hands down her trim and slim body. His excitement made it hard to concentrate. I mean, where to start? Should he grab her huge tits, bite her tight ass, nibble on her neck, pull her hair or just fuck her?
His hand pressed against her chest as he looked her over.
Her nipples hardened under her bathing suit; they poked as if begging to be touched and fondled. He could feel her legs tremble as he ran his fingers over her knees.
"You're cold, little girl. Let me warm you up." He spun her, facing her against the wall.
She let out a surprise yelp and placed her palms above her head, against the wall, as if she were in police custody.
Sam jammed his thumbs on either side of her bathing suit bottoms then brought them down her legs. Her breath quickened as she placed her cheek against the wall.
Holy fuck, her ass was just as sexy without her bathing suit. Her cheeks were a long way away from sagging, and fuck, were they firm from her volleyball escapades. He buried his nose in her crack then bit her ass as he ran his hands up the front of her thighs.
She let out a whimper.
"You like that, bitch?" He ran his nails down the back of her legs, sending her breathing into an erratic state.
The Chihuahua yelped then continued shivering under the bed.
Sam whirled. "I wasn't talking to you, Bitch! I was talking to this bitch. Now, shut up, Bitch!"
Bitch yelped again then scooted farther under the bed, until just his eyeballs and nose were visible.
The blonde giggled.
Sam stood and rammed his forearm in the back of her neck. "I didn't say you could talk."
She grunted and tried to push him away.
"Trust me, you're going to love this," he said as he bit her shoulder.
Her cheek mashed against the wall as he pressed against her. "You're going to be gentle, right? This is my first time."
He laughed and slapped her ass hard. "Girl, you're a volleyball player. Your body can take the pounding and I'm gonna give one." He picked her up under the armpits then threw her five feet across the room. She landed on the bed with a frightened yelp.
Sam took off his clothes and crossed the room in under two paces. The blonde's eyes enlarged as she saw his hardened cock.
"That's going to hurt!" she cried.
He smiled as he climbed on the bed. Gripping her at the ankles, he yanked her toward him. "You'll survive." He forced her legs around his hips, then gripped her behind the neck and pulled her to a sitting position. He jammed his tongue in her mouth.
She whimpered, tried to push him away.
He reached behind her and untied her bathing suit top, then threw it against the wall as he shoved her back on the bed. She flopped on the bed, and he attacked, flicking his tongue over her right breast as he kneaded her left breast with his hand. With his free hand, he found her clit and rubbed.
"Oh, God." Her body surged up then fell back against the covers.
Sam smiled as he went to work. He moved to the side of her, so her legs were to his left shoulder and her head was to his right.