Sheri Frick - Lust Against Her Will

"Uuuumm, yes," she said softly, placing her hand on his chest. She ran her fingers through the dark hairs there.

Nickie was effectively masking the terrific thrills of sexual excitement coursing through her slim frame-she was afraid to let Bob see just how turned on she was, afraid of how he might take advantage of her nubile excitement.

His dick was so big! she thought, wondering if she could encompass that enormous thickness in her little, nearly virgin slit.

Bob bent, letting his strong arms take his weight, then lowered himself. His lips found her breasts, his tongue flickering at the pale flesh. He traced with his lips the line of demarcation where her skimpy bathing suits and sunsuits had barred the sun's rays, following it to her slender shoulders. He gently kissed the hollow of her collarbone.

He moved his head and his mouth was on her breasts again. He found first one nipple, then the other, sucking at the hard little points, taking first one, then the other thrusting, turgid little bud between his teeth to carefully nick them and whiplash them with his tongue.

All the time, his hands were moving, caressing and learning her body, moving up and down her sides, finding the marvelously slim waist; traversing the slender girlish hips, enumerating her ribs, grasping for a moment her frail-seeming shoulders, only to resume other explorations a moment later.

Nickie writhed beneath his ministrations. She realized with a start that her overflowing juices were drenching the sheets that still covered her from her pubis to her toes.

"You look hot," Bob said, grinning lasciviously at his pun. "Better get these hot sheets off you." With one powerful movement of his arm, the sheets were flung across the room, puddling in a negligent heap on the floor.

"What have we here?" he said, looking pointedly between her legs. His hand moved to her unstretched little cunt lips. Next he began running one finger lightly up and down between the swollen labia, the pad of his finger brushing her hardened little clitoris.

Nickie gasped, her legs spreading almost involuntarily farther apart to give him still more access to her charming little grotto.

Carefully, he worked one thick finger into her cunt. Nickie's vaginal muscles tightened immediately on the intruder and it seemed to her that as she watched through excitement-binned eyes, his cock grew still more rigid and swollen.

Bob was mentally anticipating and savoring the sensations he'd enjoy when his prick was sheathed in that tiny, constricted slot. He groaned at the idea of his dick being crammed into her even as he began moving his head down onto her taut form again.

His lips moved lower on her, just as Suzanne's had the previous afternoon on that very same bed. Her moans became louder, her breathing quickened, her legs went still farther apart as his mouth worked down into the silky, tenuous blonde fuzz surrounding her vulva and his lips found her clitoris.

He took the delightful nubbin between his lips, rolling and sucking at it, an action that had a tremulous effect on her. Nickie arched her hips, thrusting her loins up at him, as Bob whiplashed her little pink clit with his tongue. It felt to Nickie as if she were being caressed with fire.

Letting himself down so that his face was pressed even more strongly into her cunt lips, thrusting his free hand underneath her to cup her ass cheeks. The pert, firm mounds of flesh clenched and unclenched, tensed and relaxed, moved in his fingers like live animals in response to the movements of his tongue on her sensitive little bud. He twisted his band over beneath her so that the thick thumb could work between the swollen, blood-gorged lips of her cunt. Furiously, Nickie dug her heels into the mattress, jerking her hips upward to absorb the invading digit.

Bob, fully in control and confident of his power, moved his thumb in and out, in and out, imitating the movements that he meant his thick prick to make within that same honey hole in just a few minutes.

Whew! Is she ever tight! he thought elatedly, savoring the anticipation of insertion. She was just about ready, in his surprisingly experienced judgment.

"Oh, gawd, I want you!" she hissed. "I want your prick in my cunt now! I can't wait-please-please put it into me now!" Her plea almost incoherent, passionate mumbling was growing increasingly intense and desperate.

He waited till she was nearly screaming with desire. Then, he moved.

Raising himself over her, he put his knees between her wide-flung legs. He reached down between them to take his throbbing dick in his fingers, meaning to guide it to the sticky wetness of her entrance-and found her fingers already there.

"It's so big," she said with wide-eyed wonder. "Please be gentle."

"Just relax," he crooned with practiced smoothness. "Just relax and don't worry. I'll take it easy with your sweet little cunt,"

He gently lined up his rigid bar of flesh with her wet, hungry twat and pressed it down and forward a bit. Nickie gasped as the swollen head slipped into the entrance of her slippery chamber. The stretching was greater than anything she hid ever known before. It hurt just a little-and even that touch of pain enhanced her pleasure.

With a conscious effort, Nickie forced herself to relax and the head slipped completely inside of her quim.

Bob was breathing rapidly, hard-pressed to control himself. He'd never experienced anything as tight and clinging and milking as Nickie's nearly virgin little cunt. The muscle at the lips was gripping his cock like a tightly drawn noose in the flange just behind the head and it almost seemed as if her delightful pussy was sucking on his dick. The slippery, hot walls of her glove-tight vagina pressed down with anguishing pleasure on him.

He pressed forward and down still further. Nickie moaned, half-screamed deep down in her throat at the massive cock ploughing into her. For a moment, a fear tugged at her: that its girth would tear her, do her injury. But then she relaxed in the somehow secure if unbiased knowledge that she could accept more rigid, much larger, much longer cocks than even Bob's. It was a certain knowledge, an almost instinctive awareness within her.

She took a deep breath; again forcing her over-taut muscles to relent from their tension. She heaved her slim, childish hips up at her young fucker. Bit by bit, she was absorbing that fleshy rod.

With thumb and forefinger, her small hand traced his cock as it slid into her. Even as she felt it moving farther and farther into her, she shuddered at how her tiny, bearded little cunt mouth accommodated his sex engine.

And then, with a final thrust, it was completely buried within her. Bob just lay there over her and breathed heavily for a long moment while her cunt accustomed itself to the thickness of the penis crammed into her.

Finally, Bob began to move. At first in small, care-fully parceled strokes, by fractions of an inch, testing and tentative as if uncertain as to her ability to handle his thick dick.

But beneath him, Nickie could feel her small cunt becoming more lubricated. The thorns of pain became rosebuds of pleasure blossoming inside her. He increased the length and speed of his movements. Nickie answered with greedy thrusts of her own girlish hips.

Her arms flung wide on the bed end her small hands began gripping the sheets and knotting them with maniacal strength as the huge rain worked marvelously in and out, stretching her mint with each thrust.

Her quim would relinquish the blood-gorged bar of flesh only to suck it, devouringly, hungrily back inside with the down plunge.

Then, without conscious awareness, she brought her legs up around the small of his back, clutching his powerful form to her. Her heels prodded each thrust of his dick more hotly into her slick oven. She brought her arms up around his broad back and her nails raked at his flesh.