He did. He licked and sucked and Frenched her pussy until she came again and again. His knowing tongue circled around maddeningly up inside her, flicking lustily against the wet sensitive walls of her cuntal passage. In response to the salacious titillation, she wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, twining her fingers in his longish light brown hair and thrusting her pelvis harder into his face.
Chris reacted immediately to her excited want, licking up from the entrance of her vagina to her clitoris and back down again with long strokes of his tongue, feeling her legs tighten and relax, tighten and relax around his waist to help him in his lascivious labors. He finally pushed her legs up high so that her knees brushed her breasts, allowing him to bury his tongue deeper into her hotly pulsating little cunt.
When she had cum three times more, her little pussy was so over-sensitized that she pushed his head away and begged him to stop. She almost passed out from the sensations and lay on the bed, sweating profusely and gasping for air. Her eyes were closed and her whole body trembled. The hot-blooded youth moved up her body and kissed her passionately on the mouth, giving her a taste of her own cuntal juices mixed with his saliva. She responded weakly. In the next moment, she heard the recognizable sound of a zipper descending its track and felt Chris squirm against her body as he struggled to free his heavily throbbing cock from the tight Levi's.
Jill felt a little stab of anxiety. He had promised not to try and fuck her – he knew she wouldn't do that! Still, he wanted something in return, and she would have to feel his cock at least…
But her alarm grew as she felt the rough denim scrape down her body, along her silky legs, and she came into greater contact with an expanse of male flesh. Then she felt his rigid bare cock pressed demandingly into her loins and her eyes opened wide in fear.
'Chris – what are you doing? You… you know we can't go all the way. You promised not to try…' she stammered.
'Please, Jill – just this once!' he begged her. 'I've waited so long. I've got to tonight!'
'NO! I can't! Not till after we're married! Then I'll do anything you want. But not now!'
'Then suck me off at least – please, Jill!' he begged, and he scooted up her body, placing a knee on either side of her head. He placed both his hands under her pillow and raised her head so that her lips were only inches from his huge, glistening cock. 'Suck it, honey. SUCK IT!'
His beautiful girlfriend meekly opened her mouth; she wanted to place her lips around that temptingly throbbing organ, but she was afraid that Chris might actually cum in her mouth – then she would have set a precedent, and would have to suck him off all the time. And once she had sucked him off, what would prevent him from trying that much harder to get her to fuck? He was strong as a bull, and had a temper like one – he was, in fact, a triple Taurus, and fit all the astrological cliches of that earth sign. He could rape her so easily if he wanted to, she knew that, and it was only his regard for her and his naivete which kept him slavishly satisfying her without getting full satisfaction from her in return. In one way, she secretly despised him for his long-suffering patience – why did he put up with that? But she was very careful to play him just right, to twist him around her little finger with just enough fooling around to keep him hopeful and interested.
'Kiss it… just kiss it, for God's sakes!' Chris implored again. He thrust his pelvis forward until the wet tip of his cock was grazing for her soft lips. Obediently, she placed a noncommittal kiss on the throbbing head of his prick. Then another, a little further down on the veiny undershaft. His balls were cradled against her throat, and the sparse hairs tickled her skin.
'Open your mouth; take it in your mouth!' he called hoarsely to her.
'I… I'm not comfortable this way,' she lied. Actually, she had visions of his spewing his hot cum down her throat and strangling her with the hot liquid. Besides, she somehow wouldn't be a virgin any more, once she had sucked him off – that was mouth fucking, wasn't it?
'Couldn't I use my hand?' she asked, hoping to placate him.
'A hand is no substitute, dammit! Why can't you suck me, Jill? I can't stand it any longer. How much longer am I supposed to wait? You don't want to do a fucking thing for me!'
'Sure I do, Chris, and I have done some things… it's just that… well…'
'Well what! Yeah, I know all about your precious virginity and why you say you have to wait – at least, why you tell me you have to wait! But you know you want it as much as I do. It's just not fair, dammit!'
Yes, she thought to herself, I want it as much as you do. One day I will suck this awesome thing. And I'll let you shove it deep inside me and fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. Oh God, I do want it so much – but not yet!
'Please, honey… do something! You're driving me out of my gourd! Let me fuck you!' he gasped frantically.
In one catlike movement he was lying atop her, trying to force her now tightly clenched thighs apart, his hard prick pressing demandingly into her naked loins. He forced his mouth onto hers again and burrowed his tongue deep inside, kissing her passionately, urgently as he writhed around on her naked flanks. An idea formed in her head that it would be wonderful to feel his untamed, pleasure-bearing penis inside her desire-inflamed cunt, and she wriggled her buttocks in response to her thought. But a red light flashed in her brain, followed by the word NEVER!!!, and she quickly thrust her hand down between their bodies and grabbed his cock just below the head. It felt bigger than ever. Surely it would kill her, would split her vagina wide apart and tear her very womb if he were to ram that weapon up into her tight unused pussy! Yet the obscene feel of its pulsing hardness gave her a thrilling sense of sensual happiness, its throbbing presence comforting to her hand in some strange way, and she kissed him back more passionately. She commenced stroking and massaging the hot member, rubbing the soft skin back and forth to Chris' excited moans. She thrilled at the slippery ridge below the blood-filled head, the tender flesh beneath, and further down the turgid shaft of the blood-engorged tool. She reached even further down, to the plump twin sacs of his balls with their minute ridges and sparse growth of wiry hair.
'Oh… oh, God, Jill, I want you! I've got to have you tonight!' he cried out to her.
'No, no, Chris, don't you see? It would ruin everything for us. If we did it now, I don't think I could bear to go to San Francisco – and you know how much I need to succeed in my art career. Would you want to have a frustrated, unhappy chick on your hands; one who was bitter about missed opportunities in life? I know you wouldn't. Anyway, you'd despise me afterwards for being so weak, so dominated. You might not even want me then, and where would I be?'
'That's crazy! I love you, Jill. I don't know how I'm going to live without you for nine months. That's all the more reason for making love now – we're going to be away from each other for so long!'
She felt herself beginning to weaken as her body kept telling her that she must let him fuck her while her brain continued to shout, 'NO WAY!' How she yearned to have that cock shoved far up into her cunt! The tip of his cock was taunting the erect bud of her clitoris, sending wild sensations racing through her with each stroke of the slippery head. She knew she had to give him some relief, otherwise, she might lose him forever.
'I'll be back before you know it. Then we'll get married and make love all the time, if you want to. But for tonight, Chris…'
He cut in rudely. 'For tonight, nothing, right?' he spat out in disgust.
'No, I said I'd use my hand,' she answered with bewilderment.
'Forget it, baby. I'm fucking you tonight whether you like it or not!' he hissed at her, and he used his powerful hand to shove her legs apart.
Panic-stricken, the young brunette started to pound her fist against his muscular back. 'No! Stop it, Chris! NOOOOOO!' she shrieked, gripping his burgeoning penis even tighter in her hand. He was suddenly like an enraged bull with one purpose: to get his cockhead into the mouth of the elusive passage denied him by those adamantly locked thighs. Her cunt lips were yielding under the force of his thrusting pressure and in desperation, she reached up and grabbed his hair in her hand and yanked as hard as she could. He reared back his head in pain and let out a cry. A split second later, she felt a jet of hot sticky liquid spew out of his exploding cockhead into her belly. Chris was cumming! That had to be it! She had actually made him cum! She felt both surprised and proud, but not for long. As she looked up into his face, she saw a look of hate in his soulful brown eyes that she had never expected to see. He was panting heavily, but his lips curled into a sneer. He reached down to kiss her and before she realized what was happening, he drew her lower lips into his mouth and bit down so hard it brought blood. She let out a muffled scream – Wendy was sleeping in the next room and her parent's bedroom was across the hall.
Chris drew back, a triumphant yet wounded look on his face mixed with deep anger and indignation. 'Something to remember me by, lady. Hope you and your Goddamned prick-teasing virginity have a wonderful time in San Francisco!'
