Robert Vickers
Virgin in bondage
CHAPTER ONE
"No, Michael, you shouldn't ask me to do that!" the red-haired girl exclaimed, forcing her boyfriend's hand down from her crotch. The hand had been slowly creeping higher and higher as their excitement mounted. She loved the taste of his lips crushing down hard against hers, but this was too much. She was only sixteen. She couldn't be expected to go all the way!
"Why not?"
"It's not right," she said primly, though it was hard for her. She was still breathing hard, her lush, ripe tits rising and falling heavily. The way her aroused nipples boldly pressed into the thin fabric of her blouse told the story. She was hot. She would fuck if he could only make her see a reason why not.
"Bullshit," he said forcefully. "What do you mean it's not right? It's the most natural thing in the world. Unless you really don't love me like you said. Were you lying to me?"
"No, Michael, not that. It's just that we should wait. Till after we're married."
"Goddamn, Sheryle, I never thought you would get caught up in that ancient mythology passed out by your old man. That fossil still thinks I should ask him for permission before we go out on a date. That's crap and you know it."
"Well…" she said, her resistance crumbling.
He acted while she was still indecisive. His hands pushed up the hem of her skirt revealing a mass of naked, creamy skin. How he loved Sheryle's legs! They were marvelous. And they would be even nicer when they were wrapped around his waist, his prick buried balls-deep up her cunt. He could feel his cock beginning to turn cartwheels in his pants. He'd have to get to work quick or he'd come too soon.
"Damn, so beautiful!" he exclaimed. He dropped to his knees and worked his way between her tensed legs. His agile tongue slithered up the inside of her soft, tender thigh, pushing directly for her snatch. Her white cotton panties had developed a telltale wet spot right where her cunt hole would be.
This was all the incentive he needed to keep go big. She'd give in. She would! And he would see if she was as hot and tight around his prick as he had imagined she would be. Hell, she might even be a virgin!
"Ummm, oh, Michael," the girl moaned, struggling a little bit, her legs opening to him of their own free will. She felt her resistance melting like snow in the spring sun. Never had her twat pulsed and throbbed like this. His mouth was so near!
She actually lifted her pert, well-rounded ass off the sofa and helped him strip off her panties. They seemed so useless now.
Her mind began to drift oddly as she felt his tongue roughly slurping and licking at her flesh. She thought it would have been even sexier if she had worn some of those crotchless panties she had seen advertised. One of the girls at school had an entire catalog of such things. Panties you could see through, garter belts and lacy stockings that would stroke and caress the skin, even kinky leather stuff.
Would Michael get off on making love to her if she wore something like that? The young teenager didn't know. And she found she couldn't keep the train of thought very well. His tongue was demanding too much of her attention. That rough, thrusting oral organ pounded against her cuntlips now. The flood of pussy juice trapped in her snatch gushed out, dribbling down the youth's chin.
"Oh, Michael, this is super," she groaned. Her hips lifted off the sofa again, this time jamming her cunt down firmly onto his sucking mouth. The feel of his lips against her pussylips drove her mad with lust. She could hardly believe she was responding to something this obscene.
His tongue started at the back of her cuntlips, then slowly worked down the blue-tinged, rigid flaps until he came to the clit. The tiny organ was poking up trying to see what was happening. When his rough, pink tongue dueled with her clit, she came. She came hard. Shrieking, her hips bucking and thrashing about, she found she couldn't hold back anything. All her emotions fed her come. She screamed and felt sweat pouring off her body. It trickled down between her huge tits and across her belly. It stimulated her almost as much as his cock-hard tongue diving in and out of her cunt.
"Tongue-f-f-fuck meeee!" she cried. She hated herself for mouthing such a vile word, but this was what she wanted now. He had unleashed the fury of her teenaged passion. Never before had any boy one this to her. She layed him, she loved what he was doing to her. She hoped she could die right then and there and never be sad or alone again.
"You like it, don't you?" the youth asked, his lips covered with the silvery sheen of her pussy fluid. "And it gets better!"
"Oh, Michael, please, ohhhhh!"
She found she couldn't control herself any longer. She came again, her young body trembling like a leaf in a high wind. She felt the hot rush of blood to her neck and face. Her tits seemed to be balloons inflating with excited blood. She thought they would pop at any second. Never in her young life had she felt what she was experiencing now.
It was as if the floodgates of her desire had been shoved wide open. Every emotion lurking inside came gushing out, threatening to drown her with their intensity.
Looking down between her wide-spread legs, she could see her boyfriend's head bobbing up and down. The dark patch contrasted vividly with her snow-white skin and the bright-red patch of her pussy mound. Tiny dewdrops of cunt juice dotted the furry mound. She strained forward to see Michael's tongue driving in between the pink-scalloped inner cuntlips.
She saw it and she felt it. If an icicle had been thrust all the way up her cunt, she couldn't have responded more. But the icicle didn't stay cold. It turned to fire and the fire spread. Molten lead puddled in the pit of her belly, then began seeping into her chest. Spreading upward slowly, the warmth collided with the heat from her straining tits. She came like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers.
She thrashed around, her legs clamping down furiously on either side of the boy's head. She never wanted him to leave his tasty post. She wanted to feel his tongue driving in and out of her cunt forever!
"Tongue-fuck me, tongue-fuck me gooooood!" she demanded. She felt an added thrill at using such "forbidden" words. Her daddy would never have approved her saying such things. She knew he would never approve of her having Michael's tongue fucking hard and deep into her cunt.
"I am, I am!" the youth cried, his voice muffled by the fleecy jungle of her pussy mound and the puffy flesh of her cuntlips. He kissed her lewdly, then pulled his tongue out of her cunt with a wet, sloppy noise. She started to order him to get it back into her cunt when she felt where his tongue was going.
"Not my asshole!"
His tongue thrust fiercely toward her tightly clenched asshole. She tried to get away from the pointy tip of that hard-driving tongue, but the girl actually moved herself into a better position for entry up her shit chute. She had never even had a man's tongue fucking her pussy before. This was a totally depraved, utterly wonderful sensation, having his tongue sliding in and out of her ass!
She came over and over until she was so limp and drained emotionally she didn't think she could go on. Michael sensed her exhaustion and came up for air. He looked like the cat who had just eaten the canary.
"Liked it, huh?"
"Loved it, darling," she sighed. She glanced down at the huge bulge in his pants. Once or twice she had stroked along his prick. He had enjoyed that and had even gotten off. Now she had a wild, nasty idea lurking in the back of her mind. If he had eaten her pussy, why shouldn't she return the favor and suck on his prick?
Dropping to the floor, she hastily pushed him onto his back. He yelped but she ignored him. Her attention was totally on getting his prick free of his pants.
She had never seen his prick in daylight. They had always messed around in his car late at night. Doing it by feel had its advantages, but Sheryle realized what she had been missing. His prick was beautiful.