his.
'Unh-unh,' I said, taking my mouth away from his and trying to step once more to the ground.
'Uh-huh,' he grinned, holding me tightly with my legs kicking in air, and he crushed his mouth down upon mine.
I got my hand against his chest and tried to push myself away from him. Stop it! My body was telling him, but his body was having none of it.
Finally Alan let me sink to my heels on the soft grass. I backed away from him but he followed, and before I knew it I was really backed – against a tree with him pressing me from the front, trapping me where I stood. When he took my chin in hand and lifted my face to aware himself another kiss, I bit his lip.
His head snapped back and he rubbed the wound with his finger. 'You're too fast,' I said. 'Give a girl a chance, will you!'
His answer was to pull open the tie of my halter and cover my bared tits with his big strong hands. He squeezed and caressed, manipulating me roughly while I warbled in protest. I tried to shove him away, but my feminine resistance was a joke in contrast to the power of his body.
'Leggo, damn it!' I was angry, breathing hard, and my tits swelled up big and full as they rose and fell. Alan's eyes grew dreamy looking into mine as he cradled my boobs in his palms. He leaned his groin against me and I felt his cock, even harder than it was before.
'Let's fuck now,' he suggested. 'I have to be at the gym by two-thirty for a workout.'
'Get away,' I replied, jiggling in his grasp. 'I don't want to fuck.' I didn't. He was too crude, too aggressive, took too much for granted. So what if he was cute, with an obvious hard-on? He was still a boy, and I'd had my fill of boys.
Alan let me feel the hot throb of his boner then, grinding his body on mine. 'Tell him,' he suggested, eyes flashing down to his cock for a second. 'Tell him you don't want to fuck.'
He pulled me to the ground with him, and still I was leaned against the bole of the tree with Alan pinning me from the front. One of his hands cruised back and forth between my freed tits while the other cupped the crotchstrip of my panties and the warm plump bulge lurking inside. He squeezed firmly and I felt my cunt almost thrusting itself more enthusiastically into his grip. Ouch! I was still sore from last night, even if my puss seemed to have a slutty little mind of its own!
'Nice,' he complimented rue between sucker bites on my neck. 'Hurry up and get undressed. I have a foot of pounding meat that has to get buried, and your little hole is just the place.'
What a line! Universities spoil athletic stars, you know. They give them cash, a car, fancy apartments, all the pussy they can eat or screw – anything to keep a winning team. And Alan Burke was spoiled rotten. I'd gone for a walk with him, I'd let him kiss me – therefore, my twat was pouting for his prick. Jocks don't do much for me. They're usually so in love with their own beautiful bodies that they don't have any thought to spare for other beautiful bodies – like mine. All they want is a tight hole to puddle in.
Alan got his knee between my legs and it replaced his hand in rubbing my pussy. His thighs were long and hard, well-muscled, and one of them was wedged tightly against my box. God, when he slid it up and down! I couldn't believe I'd been slut enough to fuck myself with a bottle last night, but my aching gash reminded me vividly, and I moaned in discomfort as he grew more aggressive.
'We better hurry,' he suggested, tugging my halter off my resisting shoulders. I twitched in refusal, but he got his mouth onto my nearest nipple and he started chewing and sucking. It was a rude, no-class type of assault but I felt my nipple stiffening under his attack.
'Ohhh,' I wailed, hoping I wasn't weakening.
He fumbled with the button of my shorts, pulled down the zipper, and dragged the yellow pants to my knees. 'Hey,' I told his head as it nursed my right tit, 'I have an idea. Why don't you let me give you a nice hand- job? I have magic fingers, you know. Zippety-zap, and – voila!'
'I wanna fuck,' he mumbled with his tongue wrapped around my nipple. He crooked his fingers inside the waistband of my bikinis and tugged them down to the tops of my thighs. I felt a rustle of breeze in my beaver.
'I don't feel like it,' I said glumly.
He raised his face and stared up into mine. 'I feel like it, and if I feel like it, then you feel like it. Got that?'
He was smug and arrogant as he eyed me, and then he shifted his gaze down to my cunt.
'Holy fucking shit!' he spat, seeing the string of my tampon white and twined among the curly red hairs. 'Why didn't you tell me you were on the Goddamned rag?' He caught the string and gave it a vicious yank that dragged the tampon out of my hole and made my slightly raw cunt-lips wince in pain.
He stared at the red-smeared barrel, then tossed the sanitary object into the bushes. 'Come on,' he said, 'get those legs apart. I got a hard-on that won't quit!'
'Is that all that matters?' I asked. 'Your lousy hard-on?' He didn't answer. He just got up and undid his pants. In a moment his hard-on was exposed before me.
He was right. That cock of his didn't look as if it knew the meaning of 'quit'. It was big and long and thick as a spray can of deodorant. Beneath it dangled a big sac of balls, and dark curling hairs grew all around the base in tangled profusion. It was a wicked-looking cock. He could have used it for a baseball bat, and I grew suddenly afraid as I thought of how it would feel, shoved into my cunt.
The tip was enormous, red as the end of a kitchen match, and Alan lunged towards me with it. He slapped me in the face with his prick, and his voice had a sharp tone. 'Suck it first,' he commanded. 'I like to be sucked before I use my lousy hard-on in a lousy little cunt.'
He kept banging his knob on my lips and I didn't have much choice. Opening my mouth, I sucked his rod inside.
My tongue glided and rolled as his cock rampaged in me. My lips were stretched to their fullest and still they seemed inadequate to accept his bulky tool. Suction was almost out of the question, but I tried. Maybe if I sucked his cock nicely, passionately, he might decide to let it go at this.
He seemed to appreciate the little I could do. He grabbed my head with one big hand – I suppose my head was smaller than a basketball, and consequently an easy mark for his fist – and he maneuvered me into place so he could fuck my mouth.
Well, if that would satisfy him! I stopped moving my head and tried to make my lips a soothing glove for his cock as he worked in and out. But Alan must have seen Deep Throat too many times. He fucked my face as if I were Linda Lovelace or some other cinematic champion cock-sucker, and I had to gurgle and gasp in protest when it seemed he was trying to raw my throat in the fury of his onset.
'More tongue!' he called, and it was hard to use my tongue at all, the way his prick was inserted, but I did all I could. I licked his rod as he thrust it back and forth, and I tried not to gag when his knob invaded the farthest reaches of my throat.
Alan pushed harder and harder, till the back of my head was square against the tree trunk and I could evade him no more. He moved, too, coming against me hard, and the tab of his undone zipper scraped my neck just beneath the chin when his cock was fully imbedded in me.
There was a moistness in my cunt – slowly oozing menses, most of it, but a drippy, watery lubrication was there, too, the kind I always get when I have a big, hard cock in my mouth. So maybe he didn't turn me off as much as I thought. Or maybe I had the intentions of a good girl and the body reactions of a grade-A slut.
Alan put his hand in my crotch, touching the damp slit, and his middle finger suddenly pushed into my hole. I moaned and yipped around his big dick as he worked that finger in my cunt. Yes, my pussy was sore, sore as a boil, but when he twisted this way and that, when he made a slow, dragging retreat only to plunge his digit all the way up my hole with a stabbing plunge – well! The soreness became something altogether different, something approaching ecstasy.
But his finger was only a bit smaller than the wine bottle I'd fucked myself with. He spread my cunt, he reamed it, but he didn't stretch me unbearably. I didn't think I could take his cock, on the other hand. If it strained my mouth to the ripping point, what would it do to my menstrual-tender pussy?
Alan pulled his cock out of my mouth with a sudden jerk that made my head reel. I bumped the back of my skull against the free and little stars flashed before my eyes for a second. There was a numbness and when I could feel anything, what I felt was Alan thumping the tip of his fucker in my bush.
