Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

"Ooohhhh God," Nadine whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young body could not, and did not want to, harness.

She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside her slacks, pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and she knew that she was going to let him… let him do whatever in this world he wanted, to her!

"Are you ready, baby…? Ready to become a woman?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then abruptly, lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and fucked… made love to fully for the first time in your life?"

"Oh God… Oh God, yes… yes, Jamey darling!" she blurted, hardly realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me… please, love me… Make a woman of me, my darling!"

Jamey Halo could hardly believe the passion choked response that gasped from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the heat and aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy, forgetting his Godamned revenge on her mother… forgetting everything else in the friggin' world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!

She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling to his bedroom. There in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into his mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she possessed. His prick throbbed and strained in his pant leg, until he was certain it was going to break, rip out by the roots, if her didn't release it soon.

"Oh God, darling… I'm afraid… I'm afraid," she whined. "I want to… I do… but I'm afraid…"

Jamey felt her hot tears against his face. "It's all right, baby… it's all right. You want to be a woman, don't you… don't you?"

"Yes… yes… yes…"

"Then, don't be afraid, doll," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle… and we'll make beautiful love… fuck to our hearts content… really find and love each other… until every muscle in our bodies are relaxed and filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes… oh, yes, darling… I want you to! I do!" she gasped.

He thought she did, in fact, there was no Godamned question in his mind but what she did. He kissed her again to restore her confidence. Nothing could go wrong now; he couldn't take that. His cock was like an ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if she tried to stop him. He put her down and said: "Do you want to undress yourself?"

She hesitated, clutching at the muscle of his arm, her nails digging into his flesh. "I-I… oh… yes. Let's do it quickly, Jamey. I'm so frightened. I don't want a moment when you're not touching me. Please… please, hurry?"

"I'll hurry, baby, don't worry. And I'm right here beside you. You want a light?"

"No! Please, no! Not… not at first… any way."

Nadine began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically, her mind spinning from what she reasoned must be her rapid consumption of the drinks; she shut all else from thought but the rapture to come. She could hear Jamey and the rustle of his clothing as he removed them, and suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved… her handsome, wonderful Jamey, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly against her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making love to her. Oh God, Mom, you have to understand… I love him! I love him! He was meant for me… not you… don't you see? God…

And then, he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She felt his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his touch.

He said nothing, only let his hands slide up ward over her hot, satiny flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into hardness.

"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular, baby. You'll win that contest tomorrow night going away," he said, then he laughed softly. "If you want to cinch it, just let the male judges have a good feel of these before you go on."

Nadine knew he was kidding her, and there was a warming delight in knowing they could joke about such intimate things… like husbands and wives, or just lovers, must do. The reassurance of his closeness sent a thrilling sensation of confidence through her.

"Do you think I should?" she questioned innocently, laying her head back against his broad shoulder as he forced his long, thick hardness up against himself by pressing it in between her full buttocks, the strange masculine presence confusing and delighting her.

"You better not!" he warned, and her breath hitched in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her vibrant naked breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unknown, erotic fermentations to spasm blissfully through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front of her. She stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling wildly from the excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head, cupped her breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet mouth. Nadine swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture causing her to nearly lose her balance.

"Take off your panties," he said still holding to her breast, and she did, rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both breasts then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her panties in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and sucking each one individually.

Christ, he couldn't believe there were ever such firm young tits in the world! So full, so hot and wanting. She was more than the replica of her mother… she was her mother when Cal Sheldon had first gotten to her! And he, Jamey Halo, was going to be the first to enjoy, to take, to fuck and suck too, this unbelievable reproduction of the two of them! Godamn! There was something sadistically fulfilling about that. Christ, he could only imagine the delicate, nectaral tang, or the swooning tightness of her vestal cunt… and he didn't want to just think about it any longer. His prick had gone way beyond that stage. He felt an infuriation of lust, yet, somehow he must keep his cool, he reasoned, lest he destroy the ultimate pleasures this most delectable creature was about to bring him.

He moved her toward the bed and she eased onto it, her frightened breathing filling the room, delighting him. She lay down on her back and he moved in beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms about his neck, waiting to be kissed. He did, ramming his tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat, his one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair as her breath burst from her lungs with the shock his fingers brought her; then, searchingly, he discovered her tiny excited clitoris. He tweaked and pinched it, raising gasps that exuded into his mouth, and then he ran his fingers downward through the sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small, unbroken opening of her vagina, and while his tongue fucked into her hungrily receptive mouth, he slipped his middle finger very slowly up into the damp, tiny hole of her maidenhead… into the unpenetrated passage of her quivering vagina…