John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

"NO! Please leave me alone now… please!"

Chris held my head between his hands and started feasting slowly on my lips. The kisses were so teasing… so light… so wet…

"Noooo… ohhhh God… what are… you… doing… to… me!" With his tongue, he asked for mine. I gave it to him and he sucked it hungrily between his teeth. My pussy was streaming juice. When I moved my legs on the bed, the wet folds smacked and I could smell the delicate musk from my cunt perfuming the worn. Chris thrust a hand down between my thighs again and this time I couldn't resist opening for him. He massaged my clit very softly, urging it up from its hood. I grunted and began to move my hips. I felt as weak and helpless as a kitten. The gown came off over my shoulders and I flopped back on the bed.

"Ohhh… what… are… you… going… to…"

"Fuck you," he breathed. The word sounded beautiful. But I felt the sharp fear, too. My mind fought to surface from the dreamy, hot flood of sensations.

"Don't fuck Robyn," I babbled, my voice like a child's.

"Here… touch me," Chris said.

He put my hand down. His shorts were gone now and I touched something long and thick and hot. I jerked back instinctively but Chris guided my fingers until they surrounded the base of his cock.

"That will make you a woman," he whispered, tickling my ear with his breath.

"Too big… too long."

Chris pulled my arms, made me sit up. He was kneeling before my face and made me touch his cock again. It jutted up from his crotch at an angle. The light from the street below came flickering through the window. I saw the dusky, swollen cock-head. The shaft was hot on my palms. Chris held my head with both hands as he bent to kiss the bridge of my nose. Then one hand dropped to my pussy. I was sitting with both legs straight out on the mattress, toes pointed. He inched open my slit and gingerly rubbed my clit with a fore-finger. My tits rose in the dim light, the nipples spearing upwards. And then as Chris caressed my cunt, he pushed his hips forward.

"Noo!" I gasped as the head of his prick brushed my lips. So soft, it was! Like hot velvet! I started to shake my head, but he jabbed his prick forward again and this time my tongue accidentally wet the smooth barb.

"You want to, Robyn," his voice murmured. "It's the most natural thing in the world to want to do."

"It… it is?" I tried to look up into his face. My eyes wouldn't focus. I felt like I was swimming through molasses. And the way his finger loved my clit… Ohhh, it was unbelievable.

"Robyn… suck me, suck me!"

"Noooo!"

"Robyn, dammit!" He was suddenly kissing me again, his lips petting and tickling. I sucked hungrily at his mouth. I felt so vulnerable, so ravenously hungry for more excitement. My ass worked in circles on the mattress. Then Chris broke off the kiss and pressed his cock up to my face.

"Yes, Robyn."

My mouth came open and closed again. I shook my head. Chris smeared his flared knob over my dun and cheek. For a moment he was almost forcing his cock between my lips. But something inside me bucked and I kicked myself away. He hugged my head against his belly and I found my kisses wetting him there. I pushed my tongue into his navel. It was as, if I really did need to lick or kiss or suck something… but that cock scared me.

"You're shaking all over, honey," he whispered. "I feel so spacy!" Again I drove my tongue into his navel. The spit made a popping sound that excited me. And the light friction there seemed to excite Chris, too. He kept pulling my face harder against his flat muscles, wallowing my teeth back and forth against the taut flesh. He made me grab his cock with both hands. I pumped it weakly, not knowing what be wanted next.

"Won't you try and suck me again?" he begged. He really sounded hard-up.

"I just c-c-can't. I tried, but I just can't. I don't want to, don't you understand?" I started to cry. "Baby, baby… take it easy."

"Oh, I'm so mixed up. I'm high and dizzy and tingling all over."

"That's the general idea," he laughed, pushing my head back. He kissed me softly on the lips and then like before began to shave his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. Soon I was sucking at it, trying to bite it.

"Just do that with my cock," he whispered, "but not too hard." His humor was lost on me. I felt like two desires were tearing me apart. Now Chris' fingers were playing in my pussy again. I grunted with hot pleasure as his caresses brought the juice flooding out; in a moment or two my hips began to pump against the touching game.

"Nhhuuuuu… honey… ohhhhh, honey!"

"That's it… just let yourself go! Think of my cock in your mouth."

I closed my eyes and tried Chris' suggestion. I would've tried any suggestion. I concentrated on the way he looked down there. The tong, slender hardness, the gracefully curved cock-head. His knob looked like a streamlined mushroom. And there at the tip was that little slitted hole where his cream would bubble out. I kept my eyes tight, thinking of that thing as I felt it with my hands. My slit was being peeled completely open by his finger now and I fucked my slim hips furiously on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you, Robyn," he breathed, pushing himself up over my body. I felt a sudden rush of panic. I writhed wildly, tried to slip from under his crushing weight. But Chris kissed one of my tits, pulled it into his mouth and tongued the nipple until I arched my back up from the mattress and just quivered like someone had stuck me trough the heart with an arrow. The bunting shivers of pleasure left me breathless. And as he sucked that hard, small tit of mine, he tickled the inside of my thigh with his cock-tip.

"I want you, Robyn… really want you!"

His words set off rockets in my head. He wanted me… like I'd seen in the movies. Grown men wanting grown women. But my fear was still strong. I'd been nothing but a tease all my active sexual life. How could I think of a hard, hot cock breaking my cherry. The blood… the pain!

"Noooooo!"

"Yes, Robyn… it has to be!"

"It'll hurt!"

"I'll be careful…"

"It'll split me apart!" I pushed his cock away from my lips completely and twisted on the bed. Chris grabbed me and wrestled me down. His cock bumped my hip and then he slid around so that it smeared my own spit across my tummy.

"God, you it a fine little piece… Jesus Christ… your body!"

"I'm too young. My hole isn't big enough!"

Chris grabbed my wrists and bent them both behind my back. He had a funny smile on his face. I felt so weird. I was stoned and now this guy – a stranger really – was manhandling me something awful.

"Ohhhhhh!" I squealed as he pinned my wrists high on my back and bent his head down to feast on my tits. His teeth edged the small swells. I felt the dainty flesh quiver as he flopped his tongue against a nipple until it was jabbing out rigidly from the dark circle surrounding it.

"I'm going to fuck you…"

"Noo!"

"Fuck you so good you'll never forget it…"

"Noooo!"

"Robyn… baby…" His lips sucked a tit between his teeth and he ate it with loud slurpy sounds. My head flopped weakly to the side. Chris was holding me up, my ass still sitting squarely on the mattress. Then he urged me onto my knees. He wiggled his legs between the arch my thighs made, kept wiggling until his cock was almost directly under my bloomed pussy. Hot drops of my cunt butter splattered down on the purple swell of his tip.

"Lower yourself down, Robyn," he whispered, pulling my wrists.

I shook my head hard. "You'll have to rape me!"

"No I won't." He laughed easily. "No I won't." He held both my wrists with one hand and used the other to press the head of his cock up into my hot pussy folds. Then very gently he worked it back and forth over the button of my clit. A wave of shudders coursed through my body. My knees slid wider on the mattress as the muscles gave way in my thighs. I couldn't hold myself up above him any longer. I was weakening. That hot, smooth cock was luring me, teasing me towards it. Again I felt that other Robyn taking control. I licked my lips like a hungry cat. Spit dribbled from a corner of my mouth. And my knees slid wider, inch by inch, second by second.