J Watson - Weekend wife

"What's the hurry, Sharon?" the same boy asked. "You going someplace?"

"Please," she said. "I have to go."

The boy caught her by the arm and drew her to him. His hand brushed against her breast.

"Very nice titties," the boy said. "You shouldn't try to hide them."

Sharon was frozen as, his hand started rubbing her tittie. She was wearing a dress that had two straps holding it up. He slipped one strap down her shoulder.

"Please," she said.

She attempted to twist out of his grasp but he encircled her waist with his strong arms. One hand slipped down her back and patted her ass.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Sharon," the boy said. "All we want is a little look at you. Just a little look is all we ask. You have such a nice body."

"Please let me go," Sharon begged.

She could smell beer on his breath. He started pulling her toward the alley. She tried to fight but the other boy caught her arms. She started to scream but the third boy clamped his hand over her mouth.

She had been hot and she wanted a man, but not like this. She was scared and there was no warmth between her legs. She was not attracted to these boys as she had been attracted to the boy in the car.

"Hold her legs," one boy said. "She's trying to kick."

They had her in the alley. They pushed her against the hard brick wall and one boy slipped her straps down. It was then easy to pull the dress away from her breasts.

"Would you look at them knockers?" one boy said. "They're beautiful."

"And I always thought she was skinny," the second boy said.

"Maybe her ass will be skinny," the boy suggested. "Is that right, Sharon? Do you have a skinny ass?"

"Please," Sharon said. "Let me go. Please let me go! Please!"

"That's right," the boy said. "You hot little cunt. Beg us. You've always got your nose up in the air. Now we're going to teach you what it means to have a pussy."

"Oh God no!" Sharon begged. "Please don't! Please let me go!"

The boy began to rub her titties hard. He was breathing heavily and she could feel his cock pressing against her. She suddenly knew that she was really going to be raped. These boys were not just playing games with her. They were going to gang-bang her.

She screamed. The boy put his hand back on her mouth and she bit him. She twisted out of the strong boy's grasp and started running toward the alley entrance.

The big boy caught her easily. Her jerked her back into the dark shadows of the alley. His hands cupped her titties and he began pushing his cock against her once more.

The boy she had bitten pushed him out of the way.

"Little bitch," he said. "I'll teach you to bite me. I'll teach you."

Sharon tried to dodge the blow but he struck her hard in tile stomach. Shooting pains doubled her up. He struck her another hard glow on the side of the head. She fell to her knees. Her stockings were ruined, her dress had gotten muddy somehow.

"Now stand up," the boy commanded. "Stand up and take that damn dress off. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to stick my cock right up your cunt."

"Please," Sharon begged.

"Stand up, cunt!" he said.

She straightened up. He was smiling. He hit her again. She couldn't believe the pains that racked her body. She was feeling sick.

"Do you want me to hit you more?" he asked.

"No," she answered. "No, please. Don't hit me again. I couldn't stand it."

"Good. Then take off that Goddamned dress. Do a little strip for us. We want to see your pussy. I bet you've got a snapping pussy."

Sharon realized she could do nothing. She didn't want to get hit any more. She stood up straight and started undoing the buttons of her dress. There were three buttons underneath her naked tits that kept the dress tight. When the buttons were undone the dress was loose. She let the dress fall. She was wearing a half-slip.

"Please," she begged. "Let me go. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go."

"Shut up, bitch," the boy said. "Now take off the slip."

"No," she said. "No, please."

"Do you want me to hit you again?"

She reached down to take off her slip. All of them heard the sound behind them. All three boys turned and found themselves face to face with a savage-looking boy.

"Get the hell out of here," one boy said. "You must be crazy," the savage-looking boy said.

Sharon recognized him as the boy she had met earlier. The boy she had been strangely attracted to. Now he had a more savage look about him.

"Please," Sharon said. "Please help me."

"Help you," one boy said. "He's not going to help you. I recognize him now. He's Johnny Barnes. He won't help you. He'll help us. How about it, Johnny? You want a little of this pussy?"

"Let her go," Johnny Barnes said softly.

"Let her go," the boy said. "Why let her go? Why should we let her go?"

"Because I say so."

"Who the hell are you?"

All three heard the click of the knife. Sharon heard it also, but she didn't know what it was. She gasped as she saw the shining blade.

"He's got a knife," one boy said.

Johnny was like, a whirlwind as he tore into them. In a moment all three boys were bloody. They finally gave the fight up. They turned and ran. Johnny stood there breathing heavily for a long while and then he turned to Sharon.

"Put your clothes on," he said.

He put away his knife and started walking back toward the entrance to the alley. Sharon pulled on her dress and quickly followed him.

"Wait," she said.

"What for? Why don't you go on home now? You're out too late for a nice girl."

"Why don't you take me for that ride?"

He looked at her curiously. Sharon was adjusting the straps on her dress.

"Are you sure you want to go anywhere with me?" Johnny asked.

"Yes," she said. "I'd like to have a good time for a change."

"Then come on," Johnny said. "We will have a good time. I'm a lot of fun."

She laughed. Sharon got into the car with him and again he pulled away with a screech of tires. Sharon had never been for a ride like the one he took her on. It was fast and scary. It was also very exciting.

He put the top down and she felt the wind blow against her face. She also felt the warmth between her legs again. She looked at Johnny. He was not the kind of boy she was used too. He was sure of himself and she knew he was probably dangerous.

That only seemed to make him more exciting.

He took her out to the river road and parked, but she had expected that. He took her in his arms and kissed her. His lips were warm and tingly. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She had never tongue-kissed before. She'd heard other girls talking about it and she'd always thought it seemed nasty.

There was nothing nasty about his tongue. It was warm and exciting and seemed just right in her mouth. He had a delicious taste, a taste of wildness.

She pressed her thighs together as she felt a warm itch in her cunt.

She had to draw back.

"Johnny," she said. "Have you brought many girls here? I mean, have you done this with many girls?"

"Done what?" he asked.

"You know."

"You mean kiss them? Hell, I've kissed dozens of girls. Hundreds. Thousands."

"Have you…" she started to ask.

"Have I balled them?" he said. "Yes, I've fucked a few girls out here."

"Who?" she asked.

"Now you wouldn't want me to kiss and tell, would you?"

"No," she admitted. "I was just wondering if you'd been here with anyone I know."

"Probably," he said. "But I wouldn't worry about it. Kiss me again Sharon. You've got sweet lips."

She found herself being pressed against the door as he kissed her. She knew she should push him away. She also knew she should probably tell him to take her home. But she liked kissing him. She thought that she could control whatever else happened.