Ursala Updike - Students At Play

She could only sigh as his lips moved from hers to slide over her partly exposed body, then damp tightly to the hard nipple of her naked breast.

"No-" she heard herself whisper. "I can't do it-I don't want-"

The ripples of excitement his tongue shot through her were more intense, more demanding than any she had ever felt on her lips.

"No, Jack-" she kept saying again and again. He paid no attention.

She felt his eager fingers exploring up the length of the inside of her thighs. and knew that he was about to try to penetrate her most sacred and erotic spot. She tried to clamp her legs shut to prevent his entrance, but her muscles refused to respond. She felt her will weaken. Her legs spread wider and his fingers explored the already damp area of her love mound. They rubbed the silken cloth of her panties as his lips and tongue sucked and teased and excited her already hard nipple.

Then gently, yet with a firm demand, his fingers were under her panties-slipping through the moist silken tuft of dark pubic hair-exploring-searching-teasing-until they reached the already open hot channels of her love.

"We can't," she said. "Oh, Jack… don't don't do this to me… I can't-"

He was a deaf man, and blind to all but his single goal. He pulled her panties away from her hips. She felt the gentle prickle of moist grass on her now naked buttocks and knew her legs were cooperating with his hands even though her mind still tried to fight against what she knew was about to happen. She couldn't allow herself to submit to this. It was rape. She was being raped! Yet the sensations which soared and tingled and rocketed through her would not let her resist.

His hand was on her mans now, rubbing easily, teasing and stroking-driving her to a plateau of excitation she could not have even imagined on any day previous.

She felt a cold touch of evening air as his mouth left her breast, and a warm surge of delight as one of his exploring fingers slipped easily between the wet lips of her opened flesh to make an electric contact with the throbbing knob of her clitoris.

She opened her eyes in shock and amazed pleasure. She was staring directly into his dark, gypsy like eyes. He was smiling down at her as he moved his finger with slow and maddening gestures within her hot and eagerly excited flesh.

"Please-" she managed. "You mustn't. I never…"

"You gave such good head, yesterday," he whispered. "I'm going to return the favor."

"You-"

"I'm going to eat your cooze," he said.

"No-Jack-please-"

He paid no attention as he moved his head slowly down the length of her body. He still continued to play inside her with his finger as his head advanced toward her sexual parts.

"Oh God!" she heard herself gasp as her hands-still refusing to obey the commands of her brain-reached out, and instead of pushing him away, drew his head tighter to her until his lips and tongue made their first hot surging contact with her labia.

"Oh, God!" she gasped again as she pulled him tightly to her already responding hips. "Yes… oh, yes, lick my cunt!"

How, she wondered, could he know so much about a woman's body? He was hardly a man yet- just a beautiful youth. How-?

Her mind swirled. She didn't care. She only knew about one thing-the impossible pleasure surging through her body, being compounded by each move of his tongue and lips. It was a thrill she had never experienced before even in her Lesbian romps. She had no idea her sexual parts-her entire being-could be thrilled so much.

And suddenly the truth which she had tried to keep buried for so long, surged through her. She had lied to herself! She had been cheating herself! She actually wanted a man. She wanted this man inside her with all the hard pulsating flesh of his being.

"No, Jack," she gasped again as she pulled on his hair trying to remove his eager face from the crotch of her spread thighs. "Jack, don't…"

He refused to stop his abandoned licking of her labia and sucking on her hotly engorged clitoris.

"I want you," she sighed. "I want your cock in me, not your tongue!"

It took several seconds before the truth of what she was saying seemed to penetrate his impassioned brain. But finally, he lifted his head from her groin and looked up at her.

"You're joking," he said. "Sissy tells me you're a dyke!"

"I never knew-"

"Come on," he said. "Don't tell me that. If you're a Lez you've had your snatch eaten before."

"Not like that," she gasped. "Honest."

"And you're a virgin?"

"Please, Jack. It's the truth. I've never had a man's prick in there before. I never wanted it. Honest. Not until you."

"No shit!"

"Please, Jack-" She reached up, and placing her hands on the side of his head with the fingers lacing together behind his neck, she pulled him toward her. "Please be gentle with me-but please-fuck me, Jack-please."

His lips moved closer to her own. They touched as she felt him pulling on his clothing. They were still kissing when she felt him position his hard young body between her spread legs. She reached down for the turgid shaft of his manhood and grasped it.

"Jesus!" she gasped. "You're like a rock."

He grunted.

"And so big!" Another wave of terror swept through her. She could never accommodate a masculine organ that huge! He would rupture her insides, break her vital organs-perhaps even kill her. She tried to squirm away but the pressure of his back and the demand of his muscular body were too much for her. She felt him getting closer. Her fingers gripped his hard flesh almost compulsively. She could not get away. She was going to die and she knew there was no way out.

She felt the first hard insistence of his hot flesh against her wet outer lips. It was amazing! The sensation of flesh against flesh ripped through her like a thousand volts of erotic electricity. Her fingers relaxed. She was powerless beneath him. His shaft was sinking into her wet flesh.

He filled her inch by slow inch and continued to slide deeper and deeper into her willing flesh. She waited tensely for the pain-the agony-the terrible rupture she felt sure was about to occur any second-yet all she could feel was the wonderful glory of his flesh sinking deeper and deeper into her without pain-indeed with a total pleasure. She lay back on the grass, legs spread wide, her sexual parts and her soul itself opened wide to his penetration.

It never seemed to stop, he was still sliding into her and yet there was still no pain. Indeed not until after she was totally, completely filled by his flesh, his hips pressed tight to her own, did she realize the supreme beauty of what she had been missing all her adult years.

"I-" she managed to gasp. "I never knew-"

They were lying completely motionless now. His hard flesh plunged deeply into her body-her hips arched tightly against his, savoring the initial fulfillment of their union.

"Good, eh?" he said.

"Oh, Jack. You feel-you feel so…"

"Told you it wouldn't hurt, didn't I?"

"Yes… but… "

"And we haven't even started fucking yet!"

She started to speak, but was arrested by the sliding pressure of his hard organ. Slowly, he moved away from her and then drove the length of his shaft back into her hot flesh.

She tried to tell him in words of the sweet ecstasy she was experiencing, but she could not respond to the pleasure she was receiving with her voice-only with her own body. Her hips arched to meet his and swiveled to compound the pleasure she was feeling. She thrust with him, responding and rolling and churning her own body to meet his thrusts.

"Yeah," she heard him say. "Yeah… like that. Fuck like that!"

She clawed her long fingers into his madly thrashing buttocks now, pulling him to her and letting him pull away. She felt his scrotum slapping against her and reached down with her right hand to squeeze and stroke it.