Wendy tried to will herself not to, but the twitching in her belly and the moistness which was seeping around her young, secret cunt was beginning to overpower her. She moaned softly and all the while he kept whispering words in her hair, words constantly bolder and more corrupting.
"… your mother's pink cunt, and her fingers rubbing up and down along the lips of it… don't think about the way she looked, arching, straining to climax, her hand deep inside her pussy, her pussy which is just like yours… and don't think about my girl waiting to put her lips around my hard cock, to suck the cum out of my balls… No, don't think about it, Wendy…"
She was breathing faster now, and then casually Preston brought his hand around and lightly touched one swelling breast, rubbing his palm slowly over her bikini top. She gasped and shuddered, and convulsively stiffened from his touch, but he didn't stop and somehow she didn't want him to… and the words he'd spoken about being honest and free ran along with the lurid images of her mother and him, naked and abandoned, and she had to admit that his fingers felt so good, so gooood… Then she gulped fresh air, a warning bell of what was happening to her, what she was allowing to happen to her, tolling in her brain, and she jack-knifed against him, squirming her hips on the sand and turning her body away, but in doing so, her mouth came up and brushed against his, and suddenly she felt him kissing her.
His kiss was intense fire, the kiss of a lover, not the unpracticed slaverings of the boys she'd necked with. It was like the difference between a tiger and a pussy-cat on her system, and her primeval urges, unleashed by her torment and the marijuana, engulfed her. The young teenage virgin allowed her mouth to open wider and accept his flicking tongue in a French soul-kiss which made her head spin and her blood boil.
Preston pushed the bra up now, grazing his touch on the firm, tight breasts, kneading the nipple around with his thumb and forefinger the way her mother had done to herself last night – and he knew that she'd remember the similarity and it would excite her more… and it did, it made her fantasizing mind weave a magic spell around what she was doing… she mewled abjectly, capitulating by stretching out beside him, pressing herself to the older man all the harder with the urgency of her liberated, lithe body. Then his lips were sucking one distended nipple, making her delirious with uncontrollable joy, the marijuana highlighting her physical pleasure a hundred-fold, while dulling her denials and rejections to a nonexistent level.
Surely he would stop there, her mind told her wildly. Surely he would – he's old enough to be her father after all; but then Preston's fingers began teasing the mound at the base of her smooth little belly, though unable to dip lower because of the way she'd automatically contracted her thighs, squeezing them shut in a last-ditch attempt to salvage something of this lewd rape of her being, but the flood of lubrications was already showing through her thin bikini, and she felt the soft wetness against her flesh, and then his fingers wormed their way firmly in between her legs, the delights rationalizing away her indecisions and fears. It was wickedly good… and she was doing no worse than her mother had done, the difference was that a man was playing with her instead of herself – and who was to say which was the worse sin?
His hand became bolder as her desires overcame her resistance, and Wendy allowed her legs to gradually widen to his teasing probings, and then before she was aware of it, her thin bikini bottom was down, stripped off of her thighs and around her ankles, the gentle ocean breezes a cooling shock against her softly curling fleece of sparse young pubic hair. She could feel the tender wall of her pussy seep its fluids into the palm of the man's hand as he slowly, expertly, worked his fingers into her, expanding her tight little hole and teasing her genitals until she was almost out of her mind. She was ready to crawl into the ocean to quench the fires raging out of control in her hungrily contracting little cunt, her lust-glazed, marijuana-smoked eyes staring at Preston with incomprehension, her mind reeling so fast that she couldn't tell whether this was actually happening to her or not, if the beach and David and her nakedness were figments of her dreaming brain or if time really was standing still for her…
Preston, over twice Wendy's age, was holding his breath from the sight of the young teenager's nude body before him, and he could barely believe himself so lucky as to have her lying flat on her back breathing wildly and passionately, all his… All his, and it would be the first time for her, too! He stared in delight down at the soft silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs and at his rummaging hand that was teasing maddeningly at the thin pink slit which ran between her little clitoral bud and her tiny puckered anus. He'd fucked a lot of women, but never anything as pure and innocent and young as Wendy Franklin! The mere thought of the uncontrollable, helpless moans escaping from those barely touched lips goaded his cock to rock hardness and he felt it press against his pants with its lusting to be free, to be inside that virginal little pussy.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh," she gasped and groaned, her pussy opening and closing and sucking at his fingers which were tormenting her wet, hotly throbbing little mouth of lust, and the cords of her neck stood out as she pulled the very last of her strength to somehow control the whirlwind of passions which had seized hold of her loins. This was where she had to stop! This was where, last night, she had stopped Clyde… but when she rolled against Preston, forcing him to remove his hand as she had done with her (now) ex-boyfriend, she could only roll back again and lie gasping like a goldfish out of water, twitching and undulating, unable to stop the maddening surge inside her belly and vagina. This couldn't be happening to her! It couldn't! But it was… and when with a malicious groan of uncontrollable depravity, the man unzipped his pants and exposed his hardened penis to her, the remaining remnants of her vow to retain her virginity until marriage shattered like crystal glass.
Preston couldn't stand it any longer, and his cock was goaded to the very limit of its fevered endurance. It was all he could do to keep from ramming his boiling cock forward and impaling this sweet, undefiled child, but his desire to have her again and again made him slow down and work her further into a state where she would demand more, more… and never stop wanting his cock in her. He rolled on top of her, his rigidly bloated shaft brushing against her matted, moist pubic hairs. He planted his hands on either side of her shoulders so that he could see between their naked bodies and watch her uptilted cunt as it was throbbingly exposed to him, her narrow vaginal slit so inviting with its pink, hair-fringed line held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly against hers.
The virgin girl could see dimly through her passion and drug-filled cloud, and she could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her quivering vagina, its jerking cock-head blunt and hot between her splayed thighs, softly insinuating itself in a maddening tease that caused her to jerk her hips upwards as her hungry cunt searched desperately for the hard, blood-filled shaft. Then Preston pushed forward, and Wendy sensed the lips around her pulsating vagina push open to receive his penis, and the elastic tightness of her hymen resist painfully as he drove harder at the door of her womb. He flexed again, and suddenly there was a ripping pain, sharp and prickling, and warm blood flowed from her cunt to wet the white sands beneath the crevice of her buttocks. Preston liked that, liked the idea that he was bagging a cherry…