J. Watson: High school swingers

"No," she said. "You can't. I'm a virgin."

"So," he whispered. "Then it's time you learned about real joy."

"No," she said weakly. "I'll scream. I'll yell rape loud enough for the park to come running."

"No, you won't," he said.

She wanted to scream. She kept telling herself that all she had to do was open her mouth. She would wonder later why she didn't.

Perhaps it was the gentle way he looked at her or the way his hands touched her, like no boy had ever touched her. A feeling went through her, a feeling of desire that made her skin glow hotly.

"You won't scream," he said.

She knew he was right. She wouldn't scream. She couldn't scream. She needed him as badly as he needed her.

"I'm going to be gentle," he assured her. "I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed about. It's about time you had something else besides your hand in your panties!"

"No, you can't," she mumbled. "You can't. I'm a virgin. I really am a virgin."

"I know it," he said.

He pushed her gently onto her back and she felt his hands beneath her back. It was a moment before she realized what he was doing. His fingers deftly unhooked her halter top.

"No," she said weakly.

He grinned at her as he lifted her arms and pulled the halter off her.

The cool air touched her bare skin and made her shiver. But she shivered far more as his eyes ogled her. No other man had ever seen her tits. In private, she'd always been proud of them and almost wished that someone could see them. Now Matt was looking at them and she tried to cover herself with her anus.

"Don't do that," he said sharply. "There's no need to cover such beautiful things. You should be proud to show them. A man gets hungry just looking at them!"

She allowed her arms to be pressed don to her sides and once again his eyes devoured her creamy mounds and her hard pink nipples.

"They're so beautiful," he said. "I can't wait to kiss them."

She remembered how he had touched Mrs. Jones' tits, how he had caressed, fondled and sucked them. She remembered the sounds he'd made while sucking her and how she had longed for that same mouth around her nipples. But now she was afraid.

He brought his hands up her sides, stroking her soft skin, until his hands were underneath her tits. She moaned as his fingers gently stroked her nipples and his hands cupped her titties. He began to squeeze and each time sent another hot shiver down her spine.

"Stop it!" she gasped. "Oh, please step it. I don't like that."

"Sure you do," he said.

"No," she lied. "I don't. I don't like it."

"Sure you do," he said. "Every woman likes to have her tits fondled. Every woman likes to have a man's hands on her boobies."

"No," she said again.

Nothing would stop him, and she wasn't even sure she wanted him to stop. His hands did feel good. They caused a warmth between her thighs, the same warmth she'd felt that day in his office. She had to fight the impulse to reach down and unzip her shorts.

He kissed her throat and then allowed his tongue to leave a wet trail from her throat to the top of her creamy mounds. She felt him lick one of her nipples.

"They look so tasty," he said softly. "Like ice-cream mounds with a delicious cherry on top. I'm going to taste them, sugar!"

"No," she begged him, trying to push him away. "No, please no. Oh, my God!"

Never had so many fires started in her body at the same time. His lips barely brushed at one jutting nipple and she got so hot she struggled to keep her thighs together. She couldn't help rubbing herself against the round, trying to rid herself of the fiery itch between her legs.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked. "You really liked that."

"No," she lied. "Yes, damn it. Yes!"

Now she knew how Mrs. Jones had felt when she had begged him to suck her titties.

Diane was so mixed up. She wanted him to stop. She told herself that she was a good girl over and over again. And yet, her tits ached for his kiss. She pushed herself off the ground, trying to get him to take her flesh into his mouth. How could a good girl be like this?

He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, and then moved his face to the other. He kept licking both of them, over and over, until she was nearly driven out of her mind.

"Oh God, do something!" she cried.

"Do what?" he asked.

She understood what he wanted. He wanted her to beg just as Mrs. Jonas had begged. She wouldn't do it. She couldn't do it. She was not that kind of a girl.

But she found the words being torn from her throat, almost as if she were someone else speaking.

"Suck me," she pleaded. "I want you to suck me. Please suck me."

"That won't do," he chided. "What do you want me to suck? Tell me. Use the words. Just like you heard Mrs. Jones beg. Beg me."

"I want you to suck my titties," Diane said. "Please. I want you to suck my tits. They're so hot."

She'd said the words he wanted to hear and it was like a wall had tumbled down. She could no longer think clearly. Her good-girl image didn't matter, nothing mattered any more except the hot pleasure he could give her.

"Yes," she groaned. "Suck my titties. Suck them!"

He pressed his face hotly against the cavern between her two mounds. He tasted her soft, sweet flesh. He loved the way his lips made her moan for more. She was a hot one, all right. He hadn't been sure at first, but now he was. Before he was finished he would have her screaming with delight.

He moved his lips slowly over her flesh and once more found her nipple. He opened his lips and sucked the hard point into his mouth. He rolled the nipple underneath his tongue. He captured it between his teeth and bit gently.

"Oh, God," she cried. "Oh, God, what are you trying to do to me?"

He laughed loudly. He opened his mouth wide and sucked as much of her creamy flesh into his throat as he could manage. Her flesh was so hot and sweet, he thought he could manage to suck on her all day long.

He would have, too, if it were not for the persistent throbbing between his legs. He was growing impatient to stick his rod into this sweet thing's honeybox.

He let his hand fall to her thigh and he started squeezing gently. He moved his hand higher up so that it was resting against her pussy.

"Ummm," he said softly. "I'm so hot for you, baby. I can't wait to get my cock in!"

"Oh, my God," she said softly.

She really hadn't thought about him putting his thing into her. She knew she was going to get fucked, but she hadn't really thought about what that meant. Getting fucked meant he was really going to put his big shaft into her virgin cunt, the same way he had put it into Mrs. Jones.

She shivered as she remembered the blood-filled cock, covered with the redhead's saliva, slamming deeply into that auburn cunt. In a few minutes that same cock would be filling her pussy.

"Oooh!" she groaned softly.

She felt his hand slip beneath her and softly caress her rounded buttocks. His fingers squeezed her asscheeks, and all the time he was moved closer to her zipper. Finally she felt him tugging at it until he got it completely undone.

She had another moment of shame and fear as she felt his hands slipping through the opening of her shorts and caressing her panty-clad ass.

"No," she said, as she struggled to push him away from her. "Move. I don't want you too. Please stop."

It was too late now even if he had to rape her. He pushed her harder against the ground and his body leaned completely on her. She felt his knees parting her thighs and resting snugly against her mound.

He knew how to move to get the most excitement out of her. Slowly he moved his knee from side to side. She felt those same delicious shivers going up and down her spine. She fried to wiggle free but his knee was wedged solidly there.