Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

"Are you sure, Chris, are you sure?" he stammered.

"Oh yes, darling. I want you, I want you desperately… please," she whispered against his ear, tickling the lobe and rim of his ear with her tongue.

His fingers worked quickly to unhook the binding of her brassiere and her supple breasts fell free from their confinement. She held his head gently as he moved his mouth over her naked skin and began to kiss the pink points of her breasts, sucking them gently, hearing her sharp intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing firmly against his own.

She pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off his clothing so that they could make love properly. She lay back against the pillow waiting and aching for him to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her as none of the foul men she had had lately had really been able to do. She wanted now to be loved… not just fucked as all the others, including her uncle had done to her. It took him only a few seconds to shed all of his clothing and he stood above her by the side of the bed, looking down admiringly at her luscious body, while his fully erect, pulsing rod jerked uncontrollably up against his stomach. It was the first time that she had actually looked at his manhood and even though she had held it many times, somehow it seemed much larger now. He bent down along side her and began tugging at the elastic which held her stockings until they released and he could pull them off, then he lay down beside her. His hands ran over her body, stroking every bulge, every concavity and convexity and she shivered, her legs scissoring together as he reached inside the elastic of her panties so that he could feel the high point of soft hair-covered flesh between her thighs. She wiggled under his urgent touch as he stripped away the last piece of material that covered her body. They lay there for a moment clinging to each other, their fingers and hands exploring each other's body as though they had never touched before, savoring every delicious minute.

"Darling," she whispered, "you feel so good, you don't know what you're doing to me. You're driving me wild."

His hand was rubbing alone the flesh on the inside of her thighs, his fingers searching for the tiny fold of flesh that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb found the erect bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing gasps of pleasure and passion from her lips. He began to finger the lips of her vaginal passage, teasing her and making her wriggle and try to push her hips up so that his fingers would be forced inside her aching orifice. Slowly he began to insert one finger into her denied cavity, wiggling it gently, tantalizing her, causing moans of desire from her. She began to lubricate until she was completely moist and aching to be taken.

"Don't make me wait… do it now," she urged, but he ignored her pleas and continued his pre-love play, in order to build her to a fever pitch before finally taking her completely.

He began to suck her nipples, giving them sharp little bites which brought shrieks from her lips. Her hips began to revolve under his caresses, delicately at first, but with increasing fervor.

Her hand slid down between them, searching for his throbbing penis which was hidden between his thighs and let her fingers close gently around the long, erect rod of heat. It jerked under her touch and tantalizing waves of passion swirled in his loins like the twisting funnel of a tornado.

He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he slid his face from her soft, full breasts until it rested between her cool thighs which were as beautiful as silk to the touch. He ran his tongue over her voluptuous loins working his way towards her most intimate parts. He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of her inner leg as she pulled her knees up toward her chest to present him with the pink, aching lips of her vagina. He found the rigidity of her clitoris and sucked it hard, bringing gasps of passion from her lips as his tongue thrust into the warm, moist walls of her open cunt.

"Ooohhhhh, darling, yessss, suck me," she whispered huskily. "I'm going out of my mind!"

He continued his mouthing until she was tossing uncontrollably underneath his touch and she could hardly catch her breath in her heat of passion. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, holding his mouth strongly against her loins and buried deep into her moist, throbbing channel as she jerked up against his face and swirling tongue.

He knew that she was ready for him to take her and he could hardly control his own mounting passion as he slithered up her passion filled body. But, she pushed him over on his back as he was about to enter her and brought her own mouth down on his hardened throbbing cock and enclosed it in a warm flood of saliva as her mouth and tongue covered his pulsing manhood. He could feel her tongue and lips sucking persistently at the head of his staff, drawing the blood to the very tip of his penis. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsing prick at her mouth, watching, in growing passion, those soft full lips sucking at him with a soft crooning delight. He reached between her legs and continued to tickle her clitoris, teasing it cruelly but gently.

They both writhed and jerked their bodies, contacting at various points, withdrawing, brushing together in wet, passionate embraces.

Then, after an eternity she took her mouth off his hard, pulsating penis and looked up at him, her eyes showing the sexual agony of her desire.

"Make love to me now, darling!" she said. "I want you inside me… fuck me, fuck me… please! NOW!"

He rolled her onto her back and climbed over on top of her. Her hot flesh was like a gorgeous pillow, hollowed and hillocked and pneumatic, trembling like a leaf in a storm and she placed his lust hardened prick against her cunt with a hand that could hardly hold it for trembling. He let the throbbing head lie against the warm fold of her vagina for just a moment and then entered her with a desperate passionate thrust. He was surprised that he met no obstacle, no maidenhead, for he thought that he was the first man to ever take her, but he put the thought from his mind and let his passion carry him away. He was afraid that he would have cum in her hand in another second, but found that he was able to hold his semen back once he was fully inside her warm, tight tunnel. She gasped and moaned, writhing under him, calling out his name as if she were being tortured on the rack.

She kept her eyes open so that she could see his face as he watched her mouth working, her eyes flaring as if appealing for something unspeakable.

He buried his hard, thick prick right up to the core of her vagina so that his loins around its base rubbed harshly against the reddened folds of her vaginal flesh. The skin of his penis seemed as if it were being torn back from the hard central rod like the peel from a banana. Her throbbing cunt pressed hard on it, squeezing it like a vise with increasing pressure, the soft pubic hair teasing maddeningly around the broad impaling base.

She pulled her white thighs up and back, making herself almost into a ball on which he rolled, thrusting in and up as the ball swiveled lasciviously beneath him. Her knees pressed tight into her breasts.

Her groaning was sweet agony now, infecting him with its statement of the extremity of her passion, and he drew his rock-hard prick almost completely out of her and thrust it in again, to the very depths of her cunt with a resounding, driving series of quick, deep jabs. Her full, soft lips opened at him, inviting him down and he kissed her hard, his tongue delving deep into her throat while his hard, pistoning cock filled her vaginal cavity to the fullest.

Her breath, as he drew away, gasping, followed him and he could feel her hands pushing him gently, exerting certain pressures on his body, so he followed her directions and rolled over on his back, bringing her with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-thrust between her wide-stretched thighs like a meal that she couldn't have enough of.