"Trading Boardwalk"
by Jack Handee Copyright, 1999
All rights reserved.
Author’s Note:
This is a darker story than I usually write. It’s all about ‘make believe’ and
fantasy, meaning the characters are totally fictitious and the events portrayed
should never happen in real life.
If you enjoy this story, or even if you don’t, PLEASE email me and tell me your
thoughts -- jack_handee@yahoo.com. Doing so increases the odds that I’ll write
and post more free stories.
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I’ve wondered a couple of times if I’m the only man alive who wants to bang his
wife’s sister. I didn’t figure I was, but then again I’d never taken a poll.
Actually, I should clarify; my wife has three sisters. I only wanted to bang
Laura.
I haven’t always lusted over Laura. Actually, when I met her, she was only ten
years old and I don’t lust over any ten-year-olds. But as the years went by I’ve
watched her change. The breasts came first, and seemingly overnight. In a way it
was funny, as she seemed to be awaiting their arrival, switching immediately to
a wardrobe that accented her new found additions -- ‘the twins’ she continues to
call them. More than once Laura has caught me admiring ‘the twins’. At first I
was embarrassed, but that was before she started rubbing them up against me. The
first time it happened I was sure it was my imagination, until five minutes
later when she asked if she could borrow ten dollars -- oh, and could I not
mention it to her sister?
After the surge in physical development came the attitude. It was just after she
crossed into the teenage years that I noticed the biggest change. Most of it was
pretty typical; the opinion that we adults, all of us, where just idiots she
tolerated, the sharp tongue and roll of her eyes towards any comment made from
anybody over thirty, the tendency to reach out and latch on to anything
offensive. It was a clear-cut formula; if her parents hated it, Laura loved
it.
Beyond the dismissal of adults, Laura seemed to carry an acute awareness of
her budding sexuality. Like a pawn she played it. The borrowing of money in
exchange for copping a feel was just one example. Interestingly, it was that
attitude and not her good looks that made me want her that much more -- an
attitude of defiance. An attitude that said, ‘you want to fuck me don’t you?
Well, guess what... you can’t.’
The more she led me on, the more I did want to fuck Laura. I wanted to pin her
on her back and fill her with my cock. I wanted to bite her nipples and I wanted
ram every inch I had to offer in her young pussy. I wanted to feel her
fingernails dig into the flesh of my triceps as my hips bounced between her
legs. I wanted feel her body stiffen beneath me, to hear her whimper in my ear
that it was too big and beg me to slow down...
I’m not sure why I felt these primal urges around Laura. I’d never felt
these types of animalistic desires for any female before. Actually, it was
totally out of character for me. My wife Julie had always described me as a
wonderful, caring lover: tender, gentle, and thoughtful, always taking my time,
always in tune with her body’s rhythm, and always moving slowly and sensuously.
But with Laura the rules all changed; with Laura I smelled sex and nothing
more.
Still, as much as I wanted Laura, as much as I fantasized about her, I was well
aware that my desires could never be satisfied. She was a tease. I just hoped
she didn’t end up teasing the wrong person.
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It was a Saturday night and my wife Julie had offered to host a dinner in honor
of Laura’s sixteenth birthday. She had invited her parents and her other
sisters over for the usual routine of cake, ice cream, and presents. Julie baked
lasagna, the dish she now seemed famous for, and we all ate until we were
stuffed. It was a casual meal with Julie’s mother doing most of the talking,
going on about a new craft project she was into and insisting that Julie
consider doing it with her. Julie's father kept eyeing the wine bottle, timing a
few tactical gulps to make sure it didn’t get emptied before he had quenched his
alcoholic thirst. Laura remained silent, her eyes down as she ate her birdlike
portions, rolling her eyes in distaste and every third or forth comment
spoken by her Mother. That was typical Laura; any time she had to spend around
the family was too much time.
With dinner finished I helped out with the dishes as Julie prepared the cake.
We all gathered around the table and watched Laura blow out the candles. I
secretly made a wish of my own as I watched shadows from the sixteen flames
dance across her tits. With all of that complete, we moved to the living room
and sat around trying to make small talk. It became obvious rather quickly that
we had used up all our conversation over the dinner table.
"Let’s play a game!" Julie suggested.
"Oh great -- what’s next, break out are Barbies?" Laura asked, rolling her eyes.
Julie threw a glare in Laura’s direction as she made her way to the closet
that held the board games. "What about Monopoly?" she called out over her
shoulder. It was a question she wasn't really expecting an answer to.
We spread the game across the kitchen table and handed out the money. Julie was
the banker. I told them I wasn’t going to play unless I got to be the Tophat.
There wasn’t much of an argument there. The game went well and through a series
of lucky rolls and choice chance cards I found myself amassing a rather
impressive real estate portfolio. Over the course of a couple of hours the
bankruptcies started to surface and everybody used it as an excuse to go home.
Laura had something going on near our part of town the following day and decided
to stay the night, leaving her, Julie, and me to finish the game.
It was Laura’s turn to roll. Tonight’s breast flattering blouse consisted of a
snug-fitting yellow tank top. More than I once I caught Julie eyeing me, trying
to see if I was checking out Laura. It was difficult not to, but I played it
cool. I did sneak a glimpse of her jiggling tits as she grabbed the dice and
shook them in her tiny hand. I wondered if she used that same motion on her
boyfriend’s cock. We waited as she counted off the spaces, landing on Boardwalk.
"Wow, Laura," I said, as her token came to rest. "That doesn’t look good --
I’ve got two hotels on that property, which means the rent is really going to
cost you."
"Sell it to me Kevin..."
"What, and break up the colors, are you nuts?"
"Pleassse, Kevin," she begged, batting her blue eyes at me, turning on her fake
charm.
"Hummmm, how much money have you got?"
We all watched as she counted through her cash. "Not enough," she pouted.
"Pleaaase, Kevin," she said, rubbing my shoulder with her hand. I figured if
Julie wasn’t around that she might even rub her tits against me as part of
the negotiation process.
"Money talks, Laura."
"Please Kevin... sell me Boardwalk for $200.00... I’ll show you a good time,"
she purred, wetting her lips.
The look of disgust on Julie’s face was immediate. She had told me more than
once that she hated the person her sister was becoming -- a cocktease she would
call her, sometimes even to her face.
"I quit! It’s pretty bad Laura when you have to resort to prostitution to
win at Monopoly," Julie spouted, slamming her token in the box and storming into
the living room to watch TV.
Laura glared at her sister as she exited. "Bitch..." she muttered under her
breath. She turned to me and smiled playfully. "You wanna keep going?"
I smiled, feeling a bit mischievous. "Sure... so, let me get this straight...
you’ll show me a good time if I sell you Boardwalk?"
She giggled, clearly enjoying the flirting as much as I was. "Maybeeee... will
you give me the hotels too?"
I glanced down at her cleavage, then into her blue eyes. "Ok, it’s all yours," I
said, handing her the deed to the property as I realized a whole new game had
begun.
She giggled as she counted up the cards. A few more rolls, a few more chance
cards and the results were in.
"I think I win!" she said gleefully.
"So, when do I get that good time you promised me?"
She giggled and pressed her tits against my shoulder. "Maybe someday, big
boy..." she purred, before leaving me to clean up the games pieces.
"Cocktease..." I mumbled to myself.
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I don’t think Julie and Laura exchanged more than two words the rest of the
night. I decided to call it an early evening and was upstairs getting ready for
bed when Julie appeared.
"A slut -- that’s what she’s turning into," she said, moving past me and into
the walk-in closet to change into her nightgown.
"I think you’re exaggerating," I said, my mouth full of toothpaste.
"Don’t even, Kevin -- you were eating it up, all that flirting she was doing
with you. And don't think I didn't see you staring at her chest."
I knew better than to try and deny it. "What harm is a little flirting, anyway?"
I asked, trying to change the subject.
She reappeared out of the closet, her hands on her hips. "I’ll tell you what’s
harmful about it. How many times have you heard stories of girls her age out
whooping it up and leading on some older guy, only to end up stuffed in a
dumpster somewhere -- that’s what’s harmful about it."
She did have a point, and one that I'd already thought of. I dried my mouth on
a towel and leaned against the sink, watching Julie as she wrapped her hair in a
ponytail. I reached out to her as she walked by, pulling her towards me, sensing
the bare outline of her breast through her nightgown. In truth, all the flirting
with Laura was still very much on my mind.
"Forget it, I’m not in the mood," Julie snapped. She paused, staring up at me, a
concerned look on her face. "I’m being serious here, Kevin. Mark my words --
that flirting of hers is going to get her into trouble. Something needs to be
done about it..."
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I had been lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for at least the last hour,
unable to fall asleep. All night long Laura’s words had cycled through my
head, along with the sensation of her young breasts being pressed into my
shoulder. I knew her actions were totally innocent, but I also suspected she was
having a tad too much fun teasing me.
Julie was right, in that the newspapers were full of stories of young girls just
like Laura ending up in dire circumstances -- joking and flirting without any
idea of the consequences that could be brought on by such taunting. I could see
Laura with her all-to-perky breasts and flirtatious smile ending up in just
such a situation. If she brought out such primal urges in a normally
conservative guy like myself, how would a more aggressive male react?
I didn’t want to see Laura end up getting hurt. No, she needed to be taught a
lesson -- she needed to experience the consequences of her actions now, before
it was too late. If I really loved her, if I really cared for her, I would
do something to save her from herself.
I turned on my side to face the wall, listening to the patterns of Julie
sleeping next to me. Her breathing was long and labored, telling me she had
crossed over into full R.E.M. As gently as I could, I pulled the covers back and
slid my legs out until my feet touched the floor. It was a chilly night, yet the
adrenaline pumping through my body made the lower than comfortable temperature
virtually unnoticeable.
The house was dark, the silence broken only by the intermittent sounds of the
settling foundation as my footsteps traced down the stairs. I passed into the
living room to find Laura asleep on the couch, her tousled hair spilling
across the pillow, a comforter wrapped up to her chin for warmth. I stopped a
few steps short of where she was sleeping and watched her body rise and fall
with each heavy, sedated breath.
I jumped as her hand inched out to scratch her nose before disappearing again
under the covers. I quietly pulled down my pajama bottoms, followed immediately
by my underwear, stepping out and leaving them in a pile on the floor. My cock
was already partially erect with anticipation. I pulled my shirt over my head
and dropped it with the rest of the clothes. Entirely nude now, I moved closer,
studying the situation, trying to decide how best to proceed. I never believed
in forcing another human being to do what they didn’t want to do and that
especially included sex. Still, she needed to realize what could happen if she
ended up teasing the wrong person.
I really had no idea what she was wearing under the comforter. I did see her
duffel bag and the jeans she was wearing folded on a nearby chair, making me
believe she had changed into some type of nightclothes. If it were pajama
shorts, things would be easier; they could be maneuvered down without too much
of a problem. If she had on actual pajama pants, it would be more difficult;
there might be more of a struggle. Ever so gently, I inched the comforter down
until her bare shoulder was exposed. She was wearing the same tank top she had
on earlier. Her arms were clutched to her chest in a fetal like pose, arched
just enough to reveal the partial swell of her young breast.
I let it rest for a moment so as not to startle her. When I was comfortable I
hadn’t awakened her, I inched it down further to a point just above her hips.
The top she had on was climbing up her torso and showing her stomach. I still
couldn’t tell what type of bottoms she had on. I was fully erect now, totally
consumed by the tension that was unfolding. Finding it difficult to wait any
longer, I inched the comforter further down. My heart raced as I realized she
wasn’t wearing any pajama bottoms -- only a pair of snug panties covered in
small yellow flowers, their color almost matching her tank top.
I peeled the comforter off the remainder of the way and rested it on the floor.
As I turned back to her, I noticed she had tightened her sleeping position, most
likely in an attempt to find warmth. No matter -- within a few minutes she would
have my body heat to rely on.
I let my gaze begin at her feet, neatly encased in a pair of white, ankle-high
tennis socks. Slowly my eyes ran up her thigh and across her naked hip to her
flowered panties. Still further I climbed across the swell of her breast,
pausing to enjoy the innocent, dreamy expression on her face as she slept.
I’m not sure whether I was so consumed in enjoying her tranquil beauty to
notice or whether she woke so suddenly I couldn’t react. All that was certain
is she opened her eyes and looked down, most likely in search of the comforter I
had just pulled away. She stared at me sleepily, slightly confused, before
noticing that I was nude. Her eyes grew wide and she jerked in an attempt to sit
up. I had to move fast.
Quickly I seated myself on the couch next to her, using my forearm to pin her
wrists over her head while my other hand covered her mouth to keep her quiet.
Her eyes were wide and full of confusion as she stared up at me, her hot breath
beating from her nose against my skin.
"Shhhhhh," I breathed. "It’s ok... it’s me... I’m not here to hurt you..."
She stared at me, her eyes white and penetrating. I inched my body up and
saddled myself across her hips, pinning her to the couch. My cock was like
granite as my balls rested against the elastic band of her panties.
"Are you going to scream?" I whispered gently.
She was slow to respond. I could feel her hands vying for freedom from their
pinned position, requiring me to lean more of my weight into her.
"Don’t struggle -- if you make too much noise you’ll wake your sister -- let’s
face it, neither of us want that." Her arms fell limp against the cushion, yet
her eyes never left mine. "Are you going to scream?" I repeated.
Again she paused, eventually batting her chin back and forth in a terse shake of
her head no. Slowly I loosened the palm that covered her mouth, raising it only
a fraction to see if she was telling the truth.
"Get off me..." she whispered harshly.
"I’m here to collect what you owe me," I whispered with a wry smile.
She inched her head up from the cushion, high enough to stare at my northerly
cock pressed against my stomach.
"Kevin, you’re naked! What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
I smiled. "I just told you -- we made a deal and I’m here to collect."
"You’re a psycho, now get off me."
"One thing you’re going to have to learn as you get older, my dear, is that your
character is judged on how well you hold to your commitments. We made a deal --
Boardwalk and two hotels if you would show me a good time... well, I’m here for
that good time..."
She stared up at me. "Kevin, I wasn’t being serious, you know that. It was a
fucking Monopoly game for God’s sake..."
"You seemed serious at the time. Maybe that’s the problem we’re dealing with
here Laura -- sometimes it’s difficult to know when you’re serious and when
you’re kidding... You know, cockteasing like you do can get you into trouble."
"What cockteasing?"
"You know exactly what I’m talking about -- rubbing your tits up against me
right before you ask to borrow money. The time last week when I was over at your
parent's house and you left the bathroom door open, just long enough to let me
see you get of the shower. I know you knew I was watching -- I saw your eyes
flash at me in the mirror when you first opened the shower door."
"You’re weird, now get off of me before I scream..."
"You won’t scream. You and Julie might not get along, but she’s still your
sister. Also, we both know what a cocktease she thinks you are and there’s no
way she would believe that us lying here like this was all my idea..."
She stared at me, taking in my words and all their meaning. "Look, just let me
go... please..."
I bent down to kiss her and she turned her head away, revealing the soft column
of her neck. Her resistance was only fueling my arousal. With her lips
unavailable, I sunk my mouth deep into her flesh, tasting remnants of a familiar
perfume I couldn’t name. She tensed beneath me and I could feel her chin
forcefully trying to close the gap where my mouth was combing.
"Get -- off -- me!" she whispered in seeming anger, her arms still struggling
from their pinned position against the sofa. "If you give me a hickey, I swear
to God I’ll kill you..."
I felt her close to breaking free from her pinned position, causing me use both
hands to force her back into the couch, giving me more leverage to drive my
mouth further into her neck. Almost subconsciously, I felt my balls starting to
grind against the waistband of her panties. I scraped my mouth up her cheek and
on to an attempted kiss. She tightened her lips, not allowing my tongue to
enter. I sat up and stared down at her, out of breath and painfully aroused.
"I’m not leaving until I get some satisfaction," I grunted between broken
breaths.
"Go up and fuck your wife!" she snapped.
"I might -- after I finish fucking you..."
"I don’t think so--"
"Oh, but I do -- all that teasing of yours got me all worked up." I pressed my
mouth against hers.
Her struggle was getting more intense, which actually made me second-guess my
intentions for how far I should try and take this little lesson. When I
originally came downstairs my goal was simply to get her undressed, maybe pull
her pants down, just to show her how easy it would be to overpower her. With her
already in her panties, I was faced with a decision of how far I should take it.
In my heart I knew I wouldn’t force her all the way, but I also wanted her to
think twice before she taunted me again.
What surprised me the most was how much of a turn-on her resistance had become.
The more she struggled beneath me, the harder I became. When tears started to
well in her eyes I decided it had gone far enough. I leaned back to stand from
the couch when I noticed her nipples. She had removed her bra before going to
bed, leaving them visible through the tank top; but now they were undoubtedly
erect, pressing against the thin material in a clear and obvious outline.
"You’re getting turned on," I smiled.
"I am not... now get off me and I’ll consider not telling my sister about
this."
Again I combined her hands and held them down with my forearm as I inched my
way further up her stomach. I reached behind with my free hand and traced the
top of her panties until I found the waistband. Inching inside, I crossed the
coarse pubic hair and pushed further to the top slit of her pussy. Her legs were
squeezed together preventing me from delving deeper.
"Open your legs," I whispered.
"No--"
Her breathing had become irregular. While she was resisting, I was pretty sure
she could break free if she really wanted to. Laura could easily be described
as a ‘big-boned’ girl, who, as she got older, would no doubt fall into the
chubby category. But now, at the tender age of sixteen, it was those same
genetics that made her figure more womanly than her teenage peers, with
prominent curves in all the right places and a full bust that had not yet fallen
prey to the pull of gravity. Bottom line, she was stronger than average. Her
clearly visible nipples, combined with the fact that she hadn’t squirmed away as
things heated up made me curious...
I extended myself into a lying position, forcing a hairy knee between her legs
and using my thighs to grip one of hers and keep her still. She struggled a bit,
even let go a few grunts and strained noises, but again, seemed to be holding
back. In the lying position, I was able to use my leg to force hers apart,
enough that my hand could slide further into her panties. Just as I suspected...
"Seems to me, you’re not being entirely truthful Laura... seems to me you’re
rather enjoying this..."
"I am not--" she grunted, turning her face away. I pressed my hand down further
between her legs to a point where my fingers grazed between the folds of her wet
pussy. I couldn’t see her facial expression, but noticed some twitches as I went
further -- twitches that rang of arousal...
My finger sank deeper until it had disappeared inside her. She let out a gentle
moan and leaned her head back as I slid back and forth in a gentle thrust. I
worked with one, then tried for two, but realized her body wasn’t ready; I was
moving too quickly.
"You’re hurting me..." she moaned, staring into my eyes.
I eased up, then pressed deeper inside her, upping the pace of my single-finger
thrusts as I felt her legs start to relax and begin to widen, her moans getting
heavier.
"Is that better?" I whispered, carefully gauging her reactions.
She stayed quiet, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. My suspicions were
confirmed when I felt her hips start to move against the thrusts of my hand. I
considered letting up from her pinned position to see if she was ready to
relinquish this masquerade of resistance, but thought it still too early.
Steadily I fucked her with my finger, raising my mouth to her neck and gently
sliding my lips back and forth against her jaw line. Her legs spread further and
her entire body started to writhe against my arm in snake-like waves.
"You like to tease, don’t you Laura?" I breathed into her ear. She smiled and
silently nodded yes, her body squirming beneath me as I continued to penetrate.
"And you like to tease me... don’t you Laura?"
She turned to me, her mouth arching into a grin. "Oh yeah... it's fun--" she
gasped, closing her eyes.
When I was felt her orgasm approaching, I stopped -- abruptly and without
warning. Her eyes darted open and she turned to me, panting and ready to speak.
‘More?" I asked tauntingly. The teaser had become the teased.
"You’re raping me," she said in an irritated voice.
"Bullshit -- you’re mad because I stopped before you came."
She squeezed her eyes tight, like she was trying to determine what she should
say next. When she opened them I could see the tears had formed again. It was
then I remembered a comment Julie had made about how her and Laura could cry
on demand and how they did it often as a means of getting what they wanted from
their parents.
In truth, while I was painfully turned-on, I could see how wrestling with a
partially nude sister-in-law would only make things worse. The phony crying gave
me one more reason to bring this lesson to an end. "Well, I hope you can see
what can happen when you tease the wrong guy," I said, starting to inch my body
across hers.
She looked up at me as I started to stand from the couch, her eyes widening as
she fixated on my hard-on swaying from side to side as I stumbled to find
my footing.
"You bastard!" she lashed out, standing and slapping me across the face.
I felt a fire-like sting on my cheek as she lowered her hand. We stood
eye-to-eye, only inches apart, both out of breath and both no doubt feeling the
same rush of adrenaline.
"I’ll let that one go," I said, glancing down at her full breasts heaving
against her tank top.
"Of course you will," she snapped back. "You’re not man enough to do anything
about it."
She was raising the stakes -- taunting me again. Like before, the outline of her
nipples practically bursting through her flimsy top told me much more than her
words. I reached out and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her body against mine.
My cock surged with the sensation of my shaft pressing against her young
stomach.
"You don’t get it do you? Well, guess what... you’re about to... maybe then
you’ll learn not to gamble unless you’re willing to pay when you lose--"
I grabbed the waistband of her yellow flowered panties and jerked them towards
me until I heard the sound of an initial tear. Her hands hit my chest to support
her weight and her eyes lit up with a surge of tension. I jerked again, this
time harder, and the room filled with the sound of the material being sheared
from her hips. Forcefully I threw her backward, landing her into the sofa
cushions. She stared up at me; her legs spread, her pussy glistening, her one
breast hanging out of the side of her tank top. Her eyes remained on mine for
only a moment before falling to stare at my erect and aching cock. I paused, out
of breath, trying to grab a sense of reality.
"You’re a son-of-a-bitch," she sneered at me.
I might have taken her anger literally, had she gone to the trouble of closing
her legs; they were still spread open in a ready position. I lunged towards
her, grabbing her by the arms and forcing her on to her back. She beat her hands
on my chest in a lame display of resistance. I didn’t even bother pinning them
this time, instead going to work on her tank top, wrestling it up and over her
breasts to a point just below her chin.
"Stop it, Kevin!" she hissed in my face, pushing up on my chest with her
palms, yet not trying to cover her bare breasts.
Her tits were exposed and jiggled slightly from the motion of our wrestling
match. I watched her eyes close for a split second as I twisted my way between
her legs, riding the shaft of my swollen member against her pussy. Without even
reaching down I could tell she was even wetter than before.
"Get... off!" she repeated, squirming beneath me.
I paused, resting my body weight on top of her to hold her still.
"If you really don’t want this... I’ll stop. But I’m not playing this game
anymore... say it again and we’re finished."
She stared up at me, panting, with a fierce glare in her eyes. I felt her legs
part and ride up my hips as she reached up and bit me on the chin so hard I
thought I might be bleeding.
"Damn it, Laura!" I grunted.
She stared up at me with a wicked grin. I reached down and gripped my cock,
surprising even myself as to how hard I had become; it was like holding a sheath
of lead in my hand. I moved my hips up, working the swollen head up and down her
moistened opening.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice quivering.
I glanced in her eyes for a moment. "Giving you what you've been asking for..."
She fell silent, the taunting from before fading quickly from her lips. I felt
on a mission -- while I had descended the stairs with a mixed plan of teaching
her a lesson and realizing a cheap thrill, the rules had now changed; Laura
needed to be fucked, and not reluctantly I might add.
I stared in her eyes as I found the entrance. She looked up at me with an almost
pained expression. In truth, I was feeling a wave of mixed emotions, as I’m sure
she was. Still neither of us seemed able to stop what was about to happen.
"Hold still..." I whispered.
I watched her bite her lip as I worked my cock up and down the opening of her
young vagina. She was tight -- very tight. At first I wondered if I would even
be able to penetrate. She stared in my eyes for a few moments, then turned her
face to the side and nervously bit her lip as I continued to try and enter. I
managed to get the head and maybe an inch or two inside before pausing to catch
my breath.
"You ok?" I asked. She turned up to look at me, her eyes filled with
uncertainty.
I pushed forward again and her body arched against me, her eyes squeezing tight,
her hands clutching into my arms for support. I was about half way in now and
paused again. I was fighting the urge to force my cock inside her in a single
thrust, realizing that such a rushed action would be too much for her. I rested
for a moment, then withdrew slightly and pushed again. She was starting to
loosen, but not by much.
"It’s hurting Kevin..." she moaned, her face still turned to the side.
"I’m trying to go slow..." I grunted. I looked down at her breasts only inches
from my chest, my eyes tracing up and across her young features. 'Should I be
doing this?' I asked myself silently. 'Had this gone too far?' I couldn’t answer,
but more importantly, I couldn’t stop. I pushed my hips forward, burying another
inch of my cock inside her pussy.
"Uhhhhh," she moaned, a wince of pain in her voice as her fingernails dug into
my arms.
"It’s ok...," I whispered, trying to salvage an element of self control. "It’s
ok... just relax." Her legs were pressed hard against my hips. "Try and
relax..." I repeated.
I heard her take a deep breath and felt her thighs loosen as she heeded my
advice. My mind flashed back to my college days and the lecture where my health
instructor explained the female anatomy, describing in detail how the vagina is
an ‘accommodating organ’, capable of gripping a man’s passion or opening wide
enough to release a newborn. I just needed to allow Laura’s body time to adapt
to what was happening.
I worked my hips in tiny thrusting motions, not penetrating, but not
withdrawing. She seemed to be getting wetter, and indeed, more accommodating.
While at first she was still, her body slowly started to move against mine. I
continued the tiny thrusts, upping the ante a little at a time. Her arms wrapped
around my back and her cheek rested against my face.
"You ok?" I breathed into her ear.
"It’s starting to feel good," she whispered back, increasing the movement of her
hips.
"Not too fast..." I quickly added.
She listened to my words and slowed down. The sensation of her young pussy was
exquisite -- warm, tight, deliciously slippery, and filled to near capacity. I
continued with a few more tiny thrusts, then decided it was time I took the
experience to the next level. Slowly I drew back until I had all but pulled out,
then gently pushed my cock further inside. Again she tensed quickly, her hips
seeming to spasm against me, her voice draining into a dull squeak.
"Relax..." I coaxed again. She held on for a moment, then fell again into the
cushion as her muscles loosened.
I looked down and her breasts were rising and falling with heavy breaths. Again
I pulled out; again I pressed forward, this time almost disappearing inside her.
Each time I penetrated her hands would jolt up and grab into my skin before
falling silently back to the cushion as she tried to relax.
Almost all the way inside now, I resumed the tiny thrusts. The difference being
that her winces of pain had washed into a gentle moaning.
"Is it feeling good, yet?" I shuddered, fighting the impulse to begin stroking
harder.
"Yeah..." she gasped, nodding an affirmative answer against my cheek, her hips
rising with the motion of our bodies.
It was time -- I withdrew and started to fuck her, still gently, but delivering
all of my cock into her young, now wanting pussy in long, luxurious strokes. I
felt her hands crawl up the small of my back, pulling me into her in thrust
after thrust. Before I knew it, her young body was accommodating all I had to
offer.
"Oh God, it’s feeling really good, Kevin..." she moaned again. "So big..." she
gasped.
That was all I needed to hear. I pressed my mouth against hers and she met me in
a passionate tongue embrace as I fucked her, reveling in the sensation of her
thighs riding high on my hips. I paused from our kissing and bent my head down,
engulfing her swollen nipple with my mouth, causing her to moan even louder. We
fucked for several minutes like that, alternating passionate kisses with me
tugging at her nipples with my teeth. Eventually she opened her eyes and stared
up at me as I pumped my raging hard-on in and out of her in piston-like strokes.
"This is so wrong..." she gasped, digging into me with her fingernails. "But it
feels so good..."
"Want me to stop?" I managed to grunt, knowing I was close.
"No..." she gasped, wrapping her ankles around my calves and bucking her hips
against me. "I think I'm going to cum..."
I started fucking her hard - ramming all I had to offer inside her, our bodies
slapping with the frenzied motion. I felt her teeth dig into my shoulder, her
fingernails clawing into my back as her orgasm began. Steadily I fucked her,
over and over again, until I felt her start to go limp beneath me. I delivered
three -- maybe four final thrusts -- before dragging my thickening shaft out of
her. Her hands flared up as she leaning forward, a look of uncertainty on her
face.
I inched up and looked down at her young, voluptuous body spread out on the
cushion beneath me as I pumped my cock, sending wave after wave of semen
splashing across her stomach and her tits. She was jerking nervously as the cum
oozed out of me and down her body. I knew she wasn't a virgin, but also figured
she might be squeemish about having me peak like this. Still, cumming inside
her would be too dangerous.
When I finally finished, I hovered over her, watching as she stared down at the
milky white substance covering her fair skin.
"Wait here, I'll be right back," I whispered.
I inched up and made my way to the downstairs bathroom, returning with several
tissues. She had already stood from the couch and was looking down with a pained
expression as the cum ran down her stomach. I leaned forward with the tissues,
trying to help.
"I've got it," she snapped, taking them from me and wiping herself off.
Quickly she picked up the ripped panties I had thrown to the ground. "These
aren’t any good any longer..." she said, not making eye contact with me.
"You want me to get a pair of Julie’s for you to wear?"
"No...." she answered, her voice trailing off as the weight of the moment sank
in.
"I... I didn’t mean to take it that far, Laura... I just wanted you to realize
that flirting like that can get you into situations you might not want to be
in..."
She ignored me, grabbing her jeans and pulling them on over her naked thighs as
I worked on my pajama bottoms. Saying nothing, she went back to the couch and
crawled under the comforter, pulling it up to her chin.
"I think you should just go back to bed..." she whispered, not looking up at me.
I felt a pang of guilt, but also felt that she had realized the lesson I was
trying to deliver. Time would tell. I gave her one last unsolicited kiss on the
cheek.
"Better to learn with me, than some stranger who doesn’t care for you as much as
I do," I whispered, before leaving her and making my way up the stairs.
I closed the bedroom door and climbed in next to Julie. Her breathing was still
heavy, making me think she was still asleep.
"How did it go?" she asked in a groggy whisper.
"Fine... as good as can be expected," I replied.
"Did she struggle? I didn’t hear anything?"
"A little... at first."
"You only went as far as we talked about, right?" she said, turning on her side
and talking over her shoulder. "Just to show her what could happen..."
"Of course... what, did you think we would actually do it?"
She paused. "No, of course not... So you think she learned her lesson?"
"Oh yeah... I think she understands now how careful she needs to be about the
signals she’s sending..."
"Hmmmm.... That’s good," Julie said. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
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Closing Thoughts:
While this is NOT a rape story, it does include situations involving reluctant
participants that shouldn't happen in real life.
With that said, I feel it's worth reminding my readers that ‘no’ ALWAYS means
‘NO!'. It’s not up for interpretation or negotiation.
I realize most people are well aware of this, but some things are worth
repeating.