liked what he was doing.
'You smell good…' He found my earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. I groaned, tried to disguise it as pain. 'I'm not biting you that hard, baby.'
'Can't we just talk, Phil? Please?'
He pushed up my jersey and kissed me wetly on the belly. I twisted my fingers in his hair and tried to pull his face away but he only laughed and deepened the kiss until my navel was speared by his sharp tongue. I choked off the strange sound which came from deep in my throat. Phil laughed and searched the bottom of my navel again.
'God, what a body,' he hissed. 'You know I kinda like girls that fight me a little.'
I thought I was fighting him a lot, tried to fight harder. Phil moved his other hand higher on my thigh. My skirt was bunched around my hips now, and I was flushed with color, knowing that he could see my panties. The hand pressed suddenly against the silk that covered my lower stomach. He lowered his face.
'Damn it, Phil, no!'
'Yeah,' he answered, laughing again.
Oh, God, he couldn't be doing that! Not… but he was! His lips brushed over the swollen bulge of my cuntlips under the sheer material and kissed the inside of one thigh. I fought with all my might to close my legs, but Phil had wedged his body between my knees, pushed me down on the sofa. He was pulling my hair now, holding me down with it, his hand under my back. I shut my mind against the kisses, the rough sensation of his lips and the softer, slicker heat of his tongue as it dug circles in the white flesh. But as he licked higher, I couldn't keep the sensations from leaking through to my consciousness. He wet the ridge where a large tendon snaked up into my groin, dangerously close to the lace edge of one leg of my panties. I squirmed my ass against the old sofa, but that only made his licking tongue tickle me more. I gasped for air, tired… so tired of fighting someone I couldn't match. Phil was strong, lots stronger than he looked.
'You're hurting me…'
'What a fine little ass…' He rubbed it with his free hand, dug at the skimpy panty-silk that hid my butt from sight. His lips opened and he kissed my thigh again, then kissed the bulge of damp satin over my pubes. Yes, my crotch was wet, wet from all the messing around he'd been doing. I didn't want to be, but I couldn't stop my body from working, like the way it had worked that very morning when I was in bed with that magazine.
'Don't do that… please, Phil, don't!' But he pressed his mouth against my crotch again. I could feel the heat of his breath, then something else. Wet and warm… wetting my wet panties. He was licking at the skimpy band of nylon that stretched over my cunt. He was kissing it. I didn't think I could stand it any longer!
'I'm crazy about chicks with a nice smell to them.' His tongue pushed the nylon between my pussylips, pushed it deeper.
'Uuuuhhh!' I wiggled upwards on the sofa, but Phil clenched my hair and held me from escaping. I could hit him, hit him in the face with my fists. But I was too afraid. Afraid of that look to his eyes when I'd first met him. I had no idea of his background, where he was from, what he might do to a girl who really hurt him.
'You like that, don't you?' He sucked at the puffy lips of my cunt. They were plastered wetly against the silk. It was almost like being stripped. A rush of excitement made me tremble. The licking, the rubbing was getting to me. I recognized the feeling inside my chest like birds were flapping their wings… the same feeling I'd had while finger-fucking myself. And now a sense of helplessness only seemed to heighten the dazzling sensations. The flick of something metallic made me jump. I felt cold steel against my thigh.
'Don't move now or I'm liable to hurt you.'
'What…?' The cold steel slipped under the crotchband of my panties. A knife! I could feel it warming as my soaked cunt touched it. There was a keen slitting sound and my panties felt looser… I writhed my hips, not believing until the flap of sheer material fell away from my soppy petals. 'You… didn't cut my…'
Phil's mouth was pressed against my cunt. I felt his tongue gouge deep into the long gash, licking around the steamy folds. I wiggled wildly, hit the side of his face with my fist.
'Hold on with that shit!' Phil slapped me hard, not too hard, across the face. I was too shocked to cry, held my face with both hands until the sting wasn't quite so sharp. I thought of screaming, but the thought lasted only a second. Phil's tongue was licking at the hooded nubbin of my clit, lapping it, sucking it until I squealed with the acute tickle. My panty crotch dangled against my thigh, severed by Phil's knife and now I knew that what was left of my underwear had slipped up around my waist. He stroked my belly with one hand and worked the fingers of the other between the cheeks of my ass. I cried, a short, choked off a cry and tried hard to get my thighs closed. I only hugged Phil's body with them and he stroked my clitoris with his tongue like he might try to eat it.
Now the writhing struggle to get away turned into something even wilder, but different, too. Different because I wasn't sure why I was moving so wildly… except maybe that when I moved like that, Phil's tongue made me babble with pleasure. Yes, pleasure! I couldn't help myself. It felt good! My fingers lay limp against his matted, long hair, then curled into it. I even started petting him as he turned and bobbed. My thighs loosened, parted slightly. When Phil forced them even wider, I didn't resist. My cunt was peeled open just like that woman in the picture. I ground it up and down against his chin and tongue and teeth, moaning with want. But what did I want? I wanted more of Phil's tongue in my aching pussy… Oh, God, it felt lovely! He was running the point of his tongue up and down the length of my mushy gash. Once he almost touched my asshole, and I jerked on the sofa and pulled him away with my hands. I was not just petting him now as he licked my cunt, but guiding his movements, concentrating them where I wanted more sucking and making him go faster sometimes when I knew I couldn't stand the teasing slowness of his touch against my clit.
'Ohhh, nooo! Ohhh, God!'
'You're a virgin… you sure as hell are!' Phil took his mouth away from my cunt. I could see the glossy cunt juice smeared on his lips and chin. He pulled himself up over my body and I heard the sound of his buckle coming loose. The flash of knowing that he was about to fuck me made me go sick in the stomach. I pushed against his chest, twisted my knees to one side and cried when he shoved them back again, shoved them apart. Frantic, I grabbed under his belly, circled my fingers around his cock as it flopped loose from his shorts. I'd never in my life touched a man's prick and the sensation made me go dizzy for an instant.
'Hey…' He growled, twisted to free himself as I rubbed his cock the best way I knew how. What made a man feel good? I didn't know but tried to think of how it might be when a cock was inside a girl's cunt. I pumped my hand up and down, moving the skin that clung to his shaft, bumping the swollen head with my fingers. Phil was trying to shove it in my hole, lunging forceful with his hips. The taut bluish knob brushed into the wet folds of my cunt. I held him back with all my strength, working my hot hand as fast as I could, rubbing his balls with the other. It felt so weird! So strange… the way a man had that thing growing out of his body like that. And it was for one thing only. To spear up into a girl's softness, enter her cunt, fill her with sperm. Just thinking that word scared me. It was slimy stuff, I knew that from seeing my father and listening to a couple of friends talk back in Billings. One girl jacked her boy friend off every time they went on a date and she always got his cum all over her hands.
'Lorrie baby, I won't hurt you…' But he was already hurting me. His hands were rough on my shoulders, digging at my bare ass. I cupped and squeezed his balls. They slipped around in the slick sac in a way that made my breath husky in my throat. That's where the seed was, that's where it came from when he reached a climax. I bit my lip and worked the skin up and down on his shaft. It was hard, very, very hard. But now I had learned something, that the tip was not as hard as the rest. It was spongy and even hotter to the touch than his balls. Probably because it was so full of blood! The idea of that blood-filled tip inside my cunt brought a shuddering cry from my lips.
Phil's body was over mine now and he kissed my throat, kissed my ear when I turned my face away. His cock raked my gash and the sound was a slick, wet sound. I could feel that heat, too, the heat my fingers felt when I jerked his cock. His breathing had gotten labored and animal-like. He found my mouth and forced his tongue between my teeth. I thought of biting him, but the savage movements of his hips, his hands, the memory of the knife steel against the dripping softness of my petals was too real, too threatening to play games with.
'Damn you, Lorrie, let go of my dick…' He took my wrist. His fingers hurt! But I held on, held on to his cock like crazy! 'I gotta get inside your cunt…' His voice had become heavy, the words slurred with passion. When he kissed me again, his mouth was open and our teeth raked together. I guessed that he was about to come…
'If I can't fuck you, then you're gonna suck my prick!' Phil was on his knees, pulling my hair, forcing my body forward. I pushed his cock up against his belly as he brought my face down. Now I could see in the reflected moonlight what my hands had been telling me. The blood-filled tip, the heavy, hanging balls in their sac.
