Peter Jenkins - Drugged into sin

"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, darling, we must save it!"

Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced her backward until she lay completely open, exposed and vulnerable. His penis was about to burst as his hands went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers away from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could totally impale her with his maleness. She tried to tighten her grip around the jerking flesh as he pulled back away from her touch, but she could feel her fingers slowly losing their grip.

As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his penis leave her grip, he gasped, "Damn… damn it! I'm going to cum… I'm going to cum now!" She could feel a sudden bursting and sticky substance cover the palm of her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of his prick as they relaxed and contracted, shooting forth his sperm into her hand and onto the barn floor, and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out of her hand.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid her gaze and zip his pants at the same time. All of a sudden he felt embarrassed and ashamed… ashamed of the fact that he might have raped her and now that his pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a certain extent, he did not know what to say.

She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties were at her ankles and she looked at him… or looked through him with almost unseeing eyes, he was not sure which.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen again, Jimmy. We came too close this time."

He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had gone this far, the next time there would be no stopping. He sensed that she knew it too, but these were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and straightened her rumpled skirt as much as possible and got to her feet.

"We'd better get back to the house before they become suspicious," she whispered, and kissed him wetly on the cheek.

As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow across the doorway. When she looked up she saw who was standing there… her uncle! I wonder how long he's been outside?

Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but grabbed Jimmy's hand and walked straight to the house.

Christine went straight to her room after again kissing Jimmy lightly on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were in the opposite end of the big house – away from her aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to have her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being away from the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her feel so uneasy, she just didn't trust him.

She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes thinking about her experience with Jimmy in the barn. She had never felt a desire grow so strong. The unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her legs and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let Jimmy take her right then and there. They were in love, she rationalized, so it wouldn't have been so bad… people in love were supposed to feel like this.

Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, voluptuous curves of her body. Her full, white breasts were still taut from the passionate caresses of her lover – or rather, would-be lover. She played with the hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand even more erect and she pinched them between her fingers until they ached with a strange all-pervading desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her breasts so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her hands. The caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention was directed towards the softness of her thighs, and the maddening tingle which burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly against the soft pulsing lips of her vagina.

She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking her lips in secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her dress up over her thighs until the white strips of satin covered elastic which held her stockings taut were exposed. She raised them gently away from the softness of her leg and let them fall back with a faint, exciting snap onto her bare skin. She raised herself off the bed and quickly pushed aside the crotch band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her vagina. She plucked tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her fingers along the warm, moist slit down between her legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing orifice where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently to receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure that was building deep in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless moan, she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on the wall next to her bed, keeping her thighs well apart. She stared down, watching with undisguised fascination as her fingers gradually parted the soft strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina gently apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She moistened her lips again and she could feel her heart begin to pound furiously as her eyes were glazed and staring unseeing at the ceiling.

She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, pressing gently into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the rising hardness of her clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink flesh stand up boldly. Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing vagina, working its way insistently deeply into the warm, moist cavern.

She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her aching cunt, tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until her buttocks were twitching automatically in a clenching and unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the stiffened nipples. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable. She recalled her sex experiences at school which had been so frustrating because of the close watch they kept on the girls and her urge to be satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now racing in and out of her vagina as she fingered herself with rising passion and desire. She wiggled her buttocks violently, thrusting her loins down upon the intruding, but maddening fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled… now! If only that were possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her… why… why. She let herself be carried away on a tide of remembrance of his hands on her naked flesh, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the tempo of her fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.

She panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented vagina building wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her ankles drumming helplessly on the wall, and she delved even more furiously into the tight pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, bruising the taut throbbing bud… pinching… pinching!

Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split second on the brink of orgasm.

She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, eclipsing contractions as she felt herself suddenly explode inside! She had never reached a climax before and she let herself writhe in complete and utter abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion bubbling around deep inside her.

She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly and gently withdrew her glistening fingers from the well of her vagina. The lips closed silently, gratefully together as the last of her passion juices seeped wetly between her fingers.