"Yeah," Jed Wilson continued in his softly seductive voice, "I'll just bet that there are times you get so lonely and horny back here in the hills that you're ready to tackle anything with two legs and a prick."
Melanie was blushing bright crimson now, and she had had quite enough of the man's lewd oratory. She made a determined motion to break away from him, turning sharply away and moving as if to brush past his restraining arm. The man was too fast for her, however, tightening his grip at the same time that he shifted his own stance, moving so that her momentum carried her directly into him, face on. She recoiled from that jarring contact and might have stumbled backward against the stove if Jed Wilson's strong arms and hands had not shot out, seizing her tightly by the shoulders to hold her upright, then tugging her back tightly against him. He smiled broadly as the soft mounds of her youthful breasts flattened provocatively against his broad, muscular chest.
Melanie stood with eyes downcast for a long moment, then she risked a glance upward at her captor's face. His eyes seemed to fascinate the young girl, riveting her own gaze and holding her as if she was hypnotized, their eyes locked as he kept her held tightly against him, touching from chest to loins in what was rapidly becoming a very intimate embrace.
She should have expected the kiss, should have seen it coming, and yet when it did come it managed to take her completely by surprise. Suddenly his sensual lips were covering hers, and his powerful tongue was snaking into her mouth, forcing her pearly little teeth apart as it sought out her own tongue and challenged that organ into a dueling little lust dance. Melanie resisted at first, and then some initial barrier seemed to collapse within her, and her tongue was reacting as if with an intelligence of its own, following his and complementing its movements, darting and glancing about in an instinctive rhythm of barely simulated oral fucking.
Melanie's heart seemed to leap into her throat as she felt Jed Wilson's hands on the move over her body, sliding deftly down from their vantage point on her shoulders to clasp the outer swell of her ripe young woman's breasts. She tensed immediately, pushing against his broad chest with both hands as if to escape from his clutches, but she suddenly seemed to have lost all strength from her arms and he held her easily.
Wilson's hands worked slowly and lovingly over the globes of Melanie's tremulous breasts, stroking, milking and fondling those fleshy weights through the thin dual restraints of her blouse and lacy little bra. She flushed bright red with shame and abject humiliation as she felt her cherry little nipples stiffening in response to his touch, spiking outward noticeably through her clothing as his thumbs and fingertips danced and swirled across the sensory little nodes.
Melanie was vastly ashamed of her young body's traitorous response to the wandering hands of this lecherous intruder. She knew deep inside herself that such involuntary response to a would-be rapist was wrong, quite possibly even perverted, but she could not seem to control her own body's instinctive reaction to the fondling of firm and confident male hands.
Jed Wilson sensed the conflicting emotions and feelings within his young hostage, and played upon her growing uncertainty with a master's skill. His hands were not still for a single moment, roaming constantly and taunting her tingling breast flesh until the girl felt weak in the knees and feared she would faint dead away at his feet right there in her own kitchen. Every movement of his stroking, rotating palms evoked new waves of electrifying erotic sensation from her manhandled young tits, sending responsive waves of feeling fanning outward and downward across her trembling torso to ignite responsive fires of budding lust between her tightly clenched young thighs.
A new, stronger shiver raced through Melanie's body as she felt Jed Wilson's hands leaving her breasts briefly, then returning to attack the tiny buttons which held her thin blouse together in front. He unfastened them one at a time and slowly, taking his time as if to heighten his own sexual anticipation and to prolong her own feverish anxiety. She counted every button as it slid slowly open, letting her blouse gap that much wider in front and expose that much more of her milky breast flesh, barely covered by the lacy little brassiere which she wore more from habit than from need.
Finally Jed was finished toying with the fastenings of her blouse, and the garment hung open and useless away from her thrusting young tits. He stepped back from her half a pace, ignoring the bright blush of shame on her cheeks as he feasted his hungry eyes on the mounding orbs of her tits, ogling the way in which her cherry pink little nipples were plainly visible even through the thin material of her almost transparent bra.
Those thrusting little nipple buds fascinated Wilson, riveting his gaze as they seemed to stare back at him like two beady pupils, taut with desire. He reached forward with both of his big hands, seizing one nipple between each of his thumbs and forefingers.
At first Jed Wilson's grip on her nipples was soft, gentle, even inciteful. He twirled the little sensory buds between his fingers artfully, first slowly, then rapidly, evoking the utmost in electrifying pleasure from each of the thrusting little fleshy stems. Melanie could feel her passionate response growing inside her in spite of herself and the nagging voice of conscience which cried out to her from the cloudy back of her mind. She was rapidly losing control of her own feelings, and she instinctively knew that there was not one damned thing in the world she could do to recover that control.
Suddenly, totally unexpectedly, Wilson tightened his grip on her rigid little nipples to a painful degree. Melanie first winced, clenching her eyes and teeth tightly shut, then cried out her pain aloud as the discomfort became nearly unbearable. Her cries for mercy seemed only to inflame Wilson further, for he tightened his cruel grip still more, and actually began twisting her nipples, each in a clockwise motion.
Melanie's knees were weak and trembling, and bitter tears streaked their paths down her pale cheeks, as she stood stock still and trembled violently in the sadistic man's tight grip. She was afraid to offer any effective resistance to his cruel assault, for fear that Wilson would tighten his death grip still more or, worse still, release her tits only to hurt her far more, in more fiendish and terrible ways. If only she could endure the pain for a few moments longer, she told herself through shimmering waves of agony, perhaps he would finally tire of the perverted game and release her aching flesh.
All of a sudden, the pain in Melanie's cruelly handled breasts began to ease dramatically. She glanced swiftly down at her aching tits, shocked to find that in fact Jed Wilson still maintained his hard grip on her tingling nipples, and if anything he seemed to have increased the great manual pressure. Strangely, however, some defense mechanism inside her own body had moved to nullify the pain, and as she stood there in amazement, her breasts actually began to glow with a bizarre sort of sensual warmth which was truly exciting.
Melanie Tucker could not fully understand what was happening to her body, although she had read long ago that some women actually derive sexual pleasure from receiving pain. She did not believe that she could be such a perverted creature, for surely she would have noticed some telltale traits long before this. And yet, the evidence of her now tingling and glowing breasts was unmistakable and undeniable. God help her, she was beginning to enjoy the harsh treatment which had seemed like the ultimate torture only seconds earlier.
Jed Wilson watched the captive young girl very closely, correctly judging her reactions and the immediate state of her feelings and emotions. Without warning he released her trapped little nipple buds, watching the look of shock and surprise spread over her angelic features as the fire in her breasts continue to build and grow of its own accord, causing the girl to almost topple backward against the restraining stove once more. Her young eyes were half-closed, and her breath was coming in short pants as she found herself totally unable to control the unbelievable reactions of her traitorous young body.