Dan Webster - Forced into damnation

It felt wonderful – unlike anything that she had ever experienced before. For a fleeting instant, she remembered her mother's warning that kissing could lead to sin. But in her present state, she couldn't see how anything that felt so good could be sinful.

Lionel's tongue was darting out between his teeth now, jabbing delicately at the moist warm flesh of her lower lip. She allowed her lips to part slightly, surprised when his tongue slipped between them to explore her gums and the surfaces of her teeth. The same tingling itch which had disturbed her at the party earlier was beginning again in the pit of her groin. It felt like a million tiny shocks of static electricity were sparking all over her body. And she liked it!

When Lionel's tongue began to engage her own in battle, she was reluctant to meet its playful thrusts. Tongue kissing was something that she had heard about but didn't really understand. Whenever she thought about it in the past, it had seemed disgustingly intimate. But now that Lionel's tongue was exploring the innermost recesses of her warm oral cavity, it didn't feel disgusting at all. In fact, it felt damned good!

Without consciously realizing what she was doing, Connie began to fence with Lionel's tongue, stabbing at it with her own and following it back into the warmth of his mouth when it retreated before the onslaughts of her thrusts. Although her eyes were closed, the colored lights on Lionel's ceiling continued flashing in her head. She was floating on a pink cotton-candy cloud, mesmerized by her first kiss and transported by it to a plane on which right and wrong were forgotten in the face of never-before-experienced pleasure. Almost involuntarily, her arms snaked around Lionel's neck, pressing his lips even harder against her own.

Lionel felt his cock stiffening in his pants. From the way that she was reacting to his kisses, it was obvious that this was a chick who hadn't had much sexual experience. He liked that. It meant that her cunt would be good and tight. Not like the usual Forest Hills broad, all stretched out from fucking everything in pants. She's hotter than an iron, he thought. Probably hasn't been getting much cock lately. Maybe that's why she was so willing to come up here.

Even the more-experienced Forest Hills girls usually put up a token fight before letting him lure them into his famous den of seduction. But this one had agreed right away. She must be dying for a good stiff prick, he thought. Well, I've got just the thing for her.

As Lionel kissed the young undercover agent, he let one of his hands slip casually to her upper arm, running his fingers softly up and down the goosefleshed skin as he drove his tongue deeper into her warmly moist mouth. The movement brought his knuckles into light contact with the rounded curve of her swollen breast and he stroked it gently with the backs of his fingers. The soft mound of resilient titflesh felt big and round through the material of her red blouse. He longed to cup its quivering fullness lovingly in the palm of his hand, but held back, careful not to frighten her off with too much too soon.

Connie was acutely aware of the light touch of his fingers on her breast. She had never felt anything so wonderful before in her life, but she knew that trouble would result if she didn't regain control of herself quickly. At first she told herself that the contact was unintentional and that moving his hand away would only draw unnecessary attention to it, causing embarrassment. But as the pressure of his stroking fingers increased, she became certain that he was purposely touching her.

She felt her nipple harden, pressing insistently at the white fabric of her bra-cup. She knew that she should brush his hand away from her tit with a quick, unequivocating movement, but feared that if she did so he would stop kissing her. And she didn't want the wonderful kiss to end. Yet! His tongue was exploring the inside of her mouth uninhibitedly and his teeth were nibbling gently at her lips, making her whole body tingle. Perhaps if she held his hand in hers she could stop him from touching her breast without breaking the kiss.

She reached for his hand and held it gently in her own as he continued kissing her. He allowed her to move his hand away from the curving swell of her ripe young kits for a moment, contenting himself with the exploration of her mouth with his tongue. Then, her hand clinging gently to his, he returned to the luscious hillocks of her breasts. This time he placed his hand over her blouse-covered tit, cupping its firm softness in his palm and kneading it gently with his fingers. He could feel her nipple pressing against the palm of his hand, hard as a pebble inside the tightly constricting cup of her bra.

Connie drew her breath in sharply when she felt his hand settle down confidently over the untouched mound of her tit. Her body was on fire, flames of passionate desire threatening to consume her. The scotch that she had consumed was muffling the alarm which was ringing inside her head. She told herself that she could stop him any time that she wanted to. But, for now, she was sure that she didn't want him to stop. Just another minute, she resolved. And then I'll sit up, smoothen my skirt, and have another drink.

But Lionel's hand was moving from one tit to the other now, bringing both her nipples to painful erection. The liquor which had weakened her resistance wasn't dulling her senses in the least. Every movement of his fingers reverberated through her body with the force of a cannon shot. She clung desperately to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as he stroked and titillated her with his adept fingers.

Lionel moved his lips from her mouth and began kissing Connie's neck, his lips nibbling gently at the taut white skin. Her breathing had become labored and raspy, and he heard her gasping for breath in the face of the intense stimulation of his kissing lips and stroking fingers. Her mouth was open, and little moans of pleasure were coming from her throat. But she didn't hear them, her ears filled with a resonant buzzing sound which threatened to rob her of her sanity.

She felt him kissing her breasts through the red material and knew that she had to act instantly or risk the complete loss of control. As he kissed her, his fingers fumbled expertly with the buttons of her blouse. She thought that she felt him open one and then the other. She wanted to reach for his hand and pull it away from the front of her blouse, but found herself paralyzed by the combination of liquor and stimulation.

Her blouse was completely open now and his lips were trailing a line of moist kisses across the swelling tops of her breasts where they overflowed the cups of her bra. Her entire body was in motion, her hips grinding up and down as Lionel's hands and lips worked expertly at stimulating her. She felt one of his hands slipping under her back to work at the catch of her bra.

As the clasp opened and the straps of the lacy undergarment loosened, she felt her blood run cold. He was undressing her. I've got to stop him, she thought.

"No!" she said, a hint of panic in her voice. "No! You mustn't."

But Lionel kissed her on the lips again, silencing her protests. As he kissed her, his tongue stole inside her mouth for a slow and thorough exploration, and she felt the tingling in her groin spreading to her whole body. She continued to struggle for a minute, turning her head from side to side in an effort to free her mouth so that she could speak, so that she could beg him, command him to stop. She wanted to scream at him, to demand that he take his hands off her and leave her alone. But as his tongue jabbed and retreated, she found herself returning his kiss, all her caution drowned in desire.

Lionel pulled gently at the brassiere, slipping the straps over her shoulders and down the length of her smooth arms. Then he tossed it away, anxious to return his hands to the now-naked softness of her tits. He cupped first the left one and then the right, holding each of them gently in his hand and letting his fingers trail across their silky surface in a spiraling motion which brought her nipples to quivering rigidity.