Paul Gable - Bound for pleasure

"Don't Billy! You're hurting me!" Janice twisted away from the tall dark-haired man, brushing several strands of her blonde hair away from her face. This wasn't what she'd expected at all. It was too fast, too hard, too brutal. She thought there'd just be some kissing, maybe a little fondling, a little sneak touching at her pussy, and then go home. But now there was something in the way he was holding her, the way his tongue dug into her mouth while his hands squeezed her ass cheeks that made the perky cheerleader nervous.

"Shit, baby, you're enough to make a guy go nuts," Billy said.

Billy looked down at his body, staring at the familiar bulge starting to press against the front of his wet bathing suit. The two of them had just climbed out of his parent's jacuzzi in the back yard and now stood in the cluster of ornamental trees just outside the recreation room. It was so hot outside. The sun made the paving stones burn under Janice's bare feet. It had been so much fun touching like that under the hot, swirling water. She had giggled, watching Billy's handsome face twitch with emotion when she rubbed her feet over his hairy, thick-muscled legs. God, how she enjoyed doing that, how it made her pussy swell open with lust.

But now he wanted more. And with his parents gone for the afternoon Janice feared he was going to get it.

"Let's just dry off and talk, all right, Billy?" The girl asked nervously.

Janice backed up, feeling the water trickle uncomfortably down her back and over her high riding tits. Wearing that skimpy two-piece bathing suit hadn't been the best idea. Now the girl saw Billy's eyes lighting up like two coals as he swept them over her lithe, well-developed body. Janice instinctively knew he wanted her at that second. He ran his tongue over his lips while his breathing became deeper, more irregular. And to her surprise Janice found her breathing had become uneven.

"Talk?"

Billy laughed. He purposely pulled the thin material of his bathing suit back, stretching it over his hardening cock.

Janice's eyes widened, her mouth going dry as cotton while her chest tightened. It was so huge! It must be at least seven, maybe eight inches long and God only knows how thick it was! Sure, she'd played around sometimes in the backs of cars, letting her fingers slip down a guy's stomach toward his crotch. But Janice had never touched a cock. No, that was something even her curious personality wouldn't let her do. Her mother, and then her aunt had told her enough about men, about how they wanted only one thing. No, she wasn't going to be left alone and pregnant the way her mother was. Now she had to live with her maiden aunt while her mother worked day and night.

"Please, Billy, don't do this to me," Janice whimpered.

She panicked. Of course she could scream down the walls for help. But wasn't she at fault for some of this? Hadn't she encouraged him in the jacuzzi, touching him all the time, letting him kiss her like that? And he'd probably set back at her in school somehow if she alerted the neighbors with her cries.

"Come on. There's nobody home won't be for along, long time," he said, his voice getting low and husky as he approached her again.

Janice backed away, letting out a sharp little cry when she felt her buttocks brushing against the sliding glass door. She moved to the right, her fingers searching nervously for the door handle. And all the while her pussy was getting hot and tight, thick foamy cream bubbling out from her crack and oozing through her cuntal thicket. Thank God her bathing suit was wet already. Billy would be able to see the crotch of her bikini growing dark and damp if it weren't!

"I I never did anything like this before, Billy, and I don't want to start now."

It was a lie. So many times Janice had fought off men, sometimes even threatening to kick them between the legs it they didn't leave her alone. And all the time she'd been wanting them to fuck her, wondering what it would be like to have a man slip that hard, thick thing between her legs. But the warning images of her mother and aunt had prevented her from going that far. Their voices were still in her head. But the pounding of her heart seemed to drown them out.

"Oh, yeah, you want it bad real bad," Billy sighed.

He was touching her gently now, rubbing his fingers over her chin, tilting her head back and lowering his face to hers while curling one strong arm around her waist. Janice liked this feeling, the sensation of being protected by his strong, masculine body. The hot, musky feeling between her legs was making her so weak! Her little fuzz covered pussy was hot, dripping with juice. Yes, oh, God, yes, she wanted him to fuck her. Janice didn't care what her mother and aunt had told her about men. She'd take her chances. She had to find out for herself.

"Oh, yes, yes, I want"

Her sentence was cut off when Billy pressed his lips to hers again.

Janice shivered, falling forward, giving in completely to the big young man. She pumped her hips in soft, fucking motions against Billy's crotch. Janice groaned again when she felt the tip of his tongue trace along her lower lip, then stiffen and press hard against her front teeth. She relaxed, opening her mouth and letting in that wonderful, wiggling probe.

"Ummmmm!"

Janice fenced with his tongue, loving the sensation. While Billy kept on kissing her, he let both hands slid down to her buttocks. He cupped both soft cheeks of her butt, grasping them.

Janice loved that, loved the way be worked the wet silken material against her wet flesh. She cuddled against his broad chest, feeling her tits nestling against him. His arms closed more tightly around her. Janice loved the way his touch made her heart beat faster and her flesh creep with pleasure. There was even more excitement in the knowledge that she was going to let him go all the way with her.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes!" she cried in a tight whisper. Janice's head fell back, her mouth open as she sucked in air. They were so strange, so odd, those feelings rushing through her now. Janice began to feel things she'd only read about. Her nipples hurt, pressing against the halter of her bikini, her tits felt so hot and sticky. Janice felt Billy's chest rise and fall with his deep breathing. When it rose, his grip tightened around her waist until every hard inch of his body seemed to be pressing against hers.

Billy slipped his hands down her body and back onto her ass again. As he pulled her tighter to him, he gave a little thrust with his hips. This time Janice didn't try pulling away. Oh no! She was enjoying this to the hilt. Every touch, every little hump and bump sent her brain soaring. Her feet touched his. She draped her arms helplessly over his broad shoulders and sucked wildly on his tongue.

No, there was no stopping now. Janice didn't want to stop. Her mother could have walked into the place now and she wouldn't be able to stop. A rush of feelings had turned her into a sex maniac. Having her ass squeezed like that felt so good. Billy's hands were gentle as well as strong. It was only when he started humping harder against her that she started to worry.

Her body was doing funny, weird things when that happened. She was creaming heavily, the juice trickling maddeningly between her cunt hairs. And the tingle she'd felt earlier between her legs had become a more urgent, concentrated feeling. Her plump cunt lips were aching to be touched, to be rubbed together. Janice groaned into his mouth, tightening her arms around his neck. Spittle oozed from between their mouths and dribbled down their chins.

"Oh, baby, I wanna fuck you good fuck you 'til you can't walk."

The words burned deliciously into her confused brain. Janice murmured the word "fuck" over and over, hardly realizing that Billy was moving her through the opened patio doors. She wanted him to stop. Yet, at the same time, she wanted him on top of her, his fine, strong body pinning her down to a bed while his cock pushed through the tangled hairs of her pussy and split her wide open. Oh, how often she and her girlfriends would sit in the bathroom at school and giggle about guys. None of them had yet dared let a boy do that to them. But, oh, how they wanted dick meat, how they wanted to feel possessed by a man, fucked by a man! Behind their girlish laughter was the nervous tremor of an emerging woman.