Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint farmhouse, the kind you see on the postcards of the Pennsylvania Dutch country. The hex signs were freshly painted on the side of the barn which was a contrast to the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the side of the car.

"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's been a puppy!"

Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.

"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. "You women can make us all something to eat, I'm starved."

Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to the second floor of the house. He was hoping that Christine would have shown him to his room. At least then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her properly.

Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, we do have a lot of time ahead of us.

Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to virtually gulp her food so that there would be time after dinner to show Jimmy around the farm. She glanced across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him, she thought to herself. Tonight will be the first time we've been alone since I've known him.

Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made her feel that he could sense what she was thinking. It made her skin begin to crawl and she turned her head away from his knowing gaze.

The moon was bright as they walked across the yard toward the barn. Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've ever seen you."

She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, gnawing at her very being, and she knew that she had to have this desire satisfied. She stood very still, looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, tight fit of the dress and he could see the tautness of the flesh of her ribs as it strained against the material and accentuated the enormous, proud thrust of her breasts.

She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs rippling in sinuous hollows.

He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was unable to move and could only wait for her to come to him. He could feel his penis, hot and pulsing, forming a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt helpless against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab her and take her right there on the barn floor raced through his entire body. He was aware only of her, a movement of firm, beautiful flesh towards him and the enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of his loins.

She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately, breathing heavily. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" Her answer was a low, animal-like moan, throaty and promising. Her hands clasped his neck and pulled his face down against her so that their cheeks caressed, as the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his erection. With a feeling of despair that they were two people rather than one, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands quiveringly down the smooth, flawless flesh of her upper back until it was hidden in the confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers reached the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained her body against him. His hands moved on down over and around the softness of her flesh until they were cupping her buttocks in a sensual ecstasy of their own. He forced her hips in at his, crushing her against his penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth and hard as she strained into him, then she relaxed and her buttocks expanded fully into his hands.

"You love me?" he whispered.

Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the pressure was so great that when she kissed him his lips were crushed back on his teeth and he could hardly breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over the fullness of her breasts, the roundness of her hips and the resilient firmness of her thighs. His fingers began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling it up until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She moaned quietly under his persistent touch and pulled him downward to the hay covered floor. His fingers found the tight elastic of her leg-band and gently, but persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her body. She wriggled under his touch, knowing that she should stop him but straining her body toward his fingers at the same time. Slowly he tugged at the brief panties until she lay completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch and every wanton caress.

His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight confines of his trousers. Reluctantly he released one hand and tugged at the zipper of his fly. He had to free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his passion seemed to become unbearable and his swollen penis gave an involuntary jolt, moving sharply towards his belly as he released it.

"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not now. I can't… I can't…" Christine moaned softly, but at the same time she couldn't take her eyes away from his thick, warm staff as it jerked upwards. It sent a desire through her that she had never felt before. They had necked and petted, but it had never gotten this far. She had felt the stiffness of his manhood through his trousers, but she had never seen it and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had grown to in his excitement.

Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, round buttocks towards him. She reached behind him and pulled him towards her until she could feel the hardness and the jerking of his cock against her stomach.

Once more he let his hands wander down towards the intimate crease of her vagina and slowly began to finger the pubic mound, searching for the tiny hair-lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard little clitoris which he had read about in sex books and he massaged it gently while Christine moaned and writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly as she let her own hands drop down to caress his throbbing cock. He gasped at the suddenness of her touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and forth as her hand grasped tighter and tighter around the frustrated penis. The agony was unbearable and he finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina and forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm channel. She gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.

"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to do it slower."

But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to her plea and continued the punishing movement of his fingers, more quickly and powerfully. She could feel the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as her vagina began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was afraid that he could puncture the virginity that she had so highly and carefully protected. She tried to push him away, but the weight of his body prevented her from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly clenched fists. He felt that he could not wait, he was about to cum and he wanted to ram his denied prick deep into her belly. He had to have her and have her now!

Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat until he was not sure whether he was really hurting her that badly or whether it was some choking passion. With a great effort he slowed his rhythm of finger fucking and tried to force her over on her back so that he could take her as she should be taken.