Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

Bob was standing in the open doorway, staring at the gently undulating form beneath the sheets, hearing the barely audible moans as Nickie's dream excited her still more. Covered as she was by the sheets, Bob couldn't see her face, couldn't know that it wasn't Lisa, couldn't suspect that it was a younger cousin named Nickie. Stealthily, he stepped to the side of the bed.

He stood there, looking down at the gently wriggling form on the bed. The damp humidity of the morning made the sheets cling to Nickie's pert ass as though they were sprayed on. But Bob, hungry as he was for Lisa's hot cunt, didn't notice the slimness of that ass, of those hips; of those thighs. All he saw were two beautifully molded ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as had Lisa's the night before. And to Bob, it was a clear cut signal that Lisa was being playfully teasing.

"Okay," he said quietly, almost whispering, sitting easily on the edge of the bed. "If that's the way you want it, I'll coax you."

He pressed his hands to the sheets, gently running his fingers over the clean white cotton. In her dream state, Nickie felt the touch as a natural if vivid part of the subconscious scenario and moaned softly.

Bob ran his large, strong hands down one draped leg to the ankle, then back up the other to the juncture of the girl's trembling thighs. He was hungry for her, had lain awake half the night despite his exhaustion thinking of her, and he was determined to give her a fucking like she'd never known.

His hands went to her shoulders, caressing their slender lines. He made as if to pull the sheet down.

But Nickie, still dreaming, still unwilling to awaken, held fast.

Grinning all the more, he relented; he would play the game, He gripped her shoulders through the sheets and tenderly urged her to turn over.

She did-with the sheets still pulled over her face.

Bob's thick cock was hugely erected, straining at his denim cutoffs. He'd awakened before the alarm, and his first thought was of her-of Lisa, slick and hot in the summer day, her wet slot greedy for his prick. He was becoming almost delirious in his want for her body.

Though he noted how much less pronounced the breast curves were before him, he wrote it off to the chance draping of the sheet and a night of sleeping on her stomach.

Again, he began running his hands over her form. He put his palm down on the taut stomach and slipped it down over the crease of thigh to hip, over long, lean flank, over calf to surprisingly petite foot, to toes that were curled in dream excitement. Then again his hand went back up on the other leg to linger briefly over the darker bulge of pubic mound, the lightest of touches breezing across mons, and from there back across the flat expanse of firm stomach to her breasts.

His other band moved directly to her cunt.

Pressing knowingly, expertly on the soaked entrance through the clinging dampness of the sheets, his fingers manipulated and caressed her most sensitive spot Nickie, still caught in her dream, gasped with her excitement.

But Bob was becoming quickly aware that the breast he fondled was far less abundant than Lisa's.

Oh, no, he thought I've got Suzanne-there's going to be hell to pay when Lisa finds out-even though I thought it was Lisa in here.

But then-he thought: What the hell? The kid doesn't seem to mind. Lisa might even have set this up herself as a joke…

He decided that he was going to enjoy the joke, too. More than they would.

"Enough games, little girl," he said, drawing the sheet firmly out of her grasp. "Now you're really going to get it like you-"

He froze as Nickie's lust-contorted face came into view.

"Who the hell are you?" he demanded. Nickie was only partially awake, but the sound of his voice penetrated to her consciousness and her eyes opened.

Wide.

"Wha-" she began, stammering, and then shut her mouth. She was bright and understood the look on his face-and the obvious bulge in his Jean cut-offs-very well. "Bob," she stated flatly.

"Yeah, but who the hell are you? What are you doing here? And how do you know my name?"

"I'm Nickie," she said. "Lisa's cousin. I'm staying here for a few days. And we met last night."

His eyes went wide with recognition. "Oh, yeah, I remember," he said. "You were the girl with Suzanne last night." He remembered his hands, freely fondling her pliant, agreeable form only moments before. One hand still lingered intimately on her breast. Flushing, he snatched them away.

"I'm-uh-really sorry about uh-" he kept shifting his weight around, then stood, uncomfortable, his eyes flickering uncontrollably to the dampness of the sheet where it had been soaked by her amused secretions, to the soft, mounded protuberances of her breasts beneath the sheets, to the creamy, bare expanse of obviously naked shoulders and upper chest She made no move to pull the sheet back up or other-wise cover herself.

Her hand moved and caught at his. "Don't go," she said, coyly. "Not now."

He gave her a questioning look, a look that then became one of disbelief, then one of suspicion-and underneath it all, the unmistakable look of lust and want. "Did you and Lisa plan this?" he demanded, his unexpectedly throaty voice, making the words sound more harsh than they were intended to be.

"No," she said, the smile becoming one of almost outright invitation. "But it's sort of a good idea, don't you think-?" She brought his hand firmly to her breast, pressing his fingers down so he couldn't escape the yielding softness of those lovely young tits.

"They're not as big as Lisa's," she murmured, "but they're just as nice. Don't you think so?"

He nodded, throat-tight, mouth dry… Somehow, he just could not bring himself to stop the automatic, almost reflexive fondling movements of his fingers as they caressed and squeezed, savored and enjoyed her budding young breasts.

"I like that," Nickie whispered. "It feels sooo nice." The stiffening of her little nipples, the swelling of her breasts, the heaving of her chest in deep, lingering breaths, all confirmed her words.

Her hand moved, coming to rest on Bob's thigh. He was an athlete, in marvelous condition, and his legs were strongly thewed. Her hand slid slowly higher till it encountered the thick bulge of his penis, swollen and throbbing beneath the tight material of his cut-offs, measuring it as her fingers continued their journey to his bulging crotch.

"Its really not fair, you know," she complained.

He froze. Now what? "Wh-what isn't fair?"

She sighed, the movement pressing her breast up to him, bringing the sheet lower so that the smooth, upper swell of her other breast became visible almost to her nipple. "Well," she began, "here I am, lying in the bed without any clothes on at all, while you're sitting there all dressed up. I think if I'm going to be naked, it's only fair that you should be naked, too." Playfully, she tugged at his sleeveless sweatshirt.

Bob immediately began to feel more at ease. With an easy, confident smile, he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing his broad, strong shoulders, powerful arms, wide, heavily muscled chest. He tossed it to the floor at the side of the bed.

Nickie reached forward, oblivious to the slipping away of the sheet and that her breasts were revealed to him in all their crimson-tipped, pale, ivory glory. Her fingers worked at the snap fastening the waistband of his shorts. Smoothly, Bob brushed her fingers away and lifted his hips to strip them off.

He was naked underneath.

With a practiced kick, his sandals raced through the air and landed on the floor at the other side of the mom. Then he turned and faced her.

"That better?" he asked, his voice taunting, as he noted the way Nickie's eyes fastened on to his hard, thick cock. It was swollen and the head was purplish, standing straight up out of his pubic hair like a strong tree rising from undergrowth in the forest.