please. Make love to me, kiss me, but please… not that!
John moved over to the girl and lay at her side. Then he leaned half over her and kissed her. The girl relaxed her mouth and John, probing its soft warmth, felt that she would undoubtedly give herself to him in the end. But he had not bargained for the French girl's obstinacy.
'You won't, will you!' she panted.
'Yes, I'm going to fuck you, whether you like it or not. But I won't give you a baby if that's what you're frightened of. I'll wear something on my cock so you'll be safe, and no one will ever know.'
The girl began to struggle again and made her last appeal. 'I shall always hate you if you fuck me, and you'll not enjoy it. I know that.
Please… please.'
John did not want to hear any more. His aroused cock was pressing against her legs now and inside him he felt a deep thrill of excitement. He very much wanted this seventeen-year-old with her plumpish body and her luscious mouth. He now pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and then ripped off the protective garment to reveal her lush breasts. Without further ado he plunged his face into them and then his lips sought her left nipple. As he sucked at her sweet tits his hands worked them up and down; then worked up her thighs which he forced apart so that his fingers could fondle her moist slit.
He worked them up and down, up and down, and once or twice he pushed one of his fingers into her vagina. The hymen was hardly ruptured and it took him all his time to get his finger into the entrance, but as he went on moving his finger up and down her gash, then in and out of the virginal entrance, the girl's cunt-hole began to take his fingers a little more easily. Meanwhile she struggled to shake him off, scratching his shoulders and digging her teeth into his neck. This only stimulated John to more violent hump action.
Suddenly she bit deep into his neck and John cried out in pain. He took his hand from her cunt and slapped her hard across her cheek once, twice, and a third time. The girl cried out and John gave her another stinging blow across her face. 'I'll have to teach you a lesson. Now take that, and that…' As he spoke he hit her across the face again and again, until the girl burst into tears. Then slowly calming herself she spoke very quietly.
'Fuck as you like with me. I shall not protest again. But I shall always hate you!'
John wasted no more time. He was thoroughly aroused by now. Nothing would stop him from fucking her and taking the fullest pleasure from her twat. He would do it regardless of the consequences… He thought of the possible consequences as he pulled her stockings down her legs, fondled her slit for a moment and then pulled off her girdle. The girl now lay beneath him naked and unable to prevent her cunt from violation.
He would work his cock into her for a bit then take it out and put on a tip condom. He could do this because he was circumcised and he would lose very little pleasure as most of his organ would be uncovered, flesh against her flesh. He certainly did not want to make the girl pregnant.
The girl lay inert as he got astride her and lowered himself onto her, his prick seeking the vaginal entrance. He guided it to her partly ruptured hymen and then let his whole weight go down on her. As he did so he grasped her by the shoulders and made the first forward probe with his stiff prick. There was resistance, as he'd expected, but he felt that it would not be long before he could work the head of his cock beyond her ruptured cherry. He slowly withdrew his stiff prick a little then forced it back deliberately and forcefully, once again feeling the positive resistance of her virgin opening. Then again, and again, and again, each time perhaps advancing that little bit. Then, about the tenth thrust he broke through, her hymen ruptured completely and forever. He was now inside the girl's warm vagina. Now he took it easy as he was almost at the point of orgasm. He managed to hold himself in check while he lay on top of her, his prick well inside her, his lips seeking hers. He breathed slowly and deeply as he moved his hands down her back and felt for her ass-cheeks. Then in again, more deeply, retracting, in again, and now, finally, he was fucking her in earnest. His cock was deep inside her cunt and he shoved it back and forth with short, sharp thrusts, knowing that if he came out he would meet with quite a lot or resistance in entering her again and that would bring on his orgasm too quickly. He fucked her deep inside, moving the top of his dick against her womb slowly and delicately. He was on the edge of coming and for a second or two he almost decided to let her have his hot sperm. The bitch had done nothing to help him and it would be her own fault if she got pregnant. But his common sense reasserted itself despite his lust. He finally withdrew, got up from the bed, and went over to his jacket from which he pulled a small packet containing the small rubber protector. He rapidly placed it over his cock-head, and returned to the girl.
Now he would fuck her without mercy! He lowered himself onto the girl's almost inert body, guided his prick into her warm vagina, and grasped her by her ass-cheeks, pulling himself into her, pulling her to him.
She moaned slightly, but whether from fright or because she was beginning to respond to his frigging John neither knew nor cared any longer. He forced his prick deep into her, this time burying his dong to the hilt so that their pelvic bones were forced together. Then out, and with a deep and brutal thrust in again to the hilt. As he forced his dick in and out he grasped her buttocks tightly and with one finger sought her anus. Then his lips crushed hers mercilessly as he fucked to his climax.
She was merely a body now for his pleasure and lust. He forced his prick in and out, bit her lips, probed her mouth with his tongue and dug his nails into her buttocks. In and out, faster and faster he drove into her no longer aware of her as a person. She was cunt for his lust, this seventeen-year-old French girl, cunt for the enjoyment and satisfaction of a forty-year-old who neither knew nor wanted to know what she was going through.
As he drove deeper and deeper and more brutally into her twat-hole, the girl moaned and wriggled in an effort to escape from her fate. She tried to cry out but his mouth prevented her from doing so, breaking off her cries as he bit her lips and forced his tongue down her throat …
And now the moment of his climax was coming. He smashed his cock deep into her as he came towards his moment of orgasmic fulfillment, withdrew it a little and then slowly pressed it to the very beginning of her womb. The hot, scalding sperm surrounded his dick-head inside the rubber protector and he sank down into the girl's virginal cunt.
No, he did not want to rape Carol. There was much more pleasure to be had from conquering a woman, especially a woman like Carol with her beautifully expressive eyes. It would be a supreme triumph if he could look into her eyes and see her responding to him as he shot his load into her cunt!
He sat at Carol's side and placed an arm round her. She looked up at him, quizzically and questioningly. 'I know you want me, John, but I'm unwilling, at least for the time being. I haven't gotten to know you yet. You attract me in certain ways, but you're so much older than me and I don't give myself to every Tom, Dick and Harry. Can you understand that!'
'Supposing we just make love without going all the way? Would you agree to that? I'll keep my word if you agree. I'll stop when you ask me.
What do you say? Of course I want you, I want to really fuck you very much, but petting with you will be the next best thing.' John spoke with growing excitement as he saw that the suggestion seemed to appeal to her.
'Well, we'll see,' the girl said. 'But I don't want to get roused too much.' With that she put her arm round his neck and pulled him to her.
Her mouth brushed his lightly and moved over his cheek to his ear. She kissed him, returned to his mouth and then let him part her lips slightly with his tongue. As he did so he moved his hand to her knee and with his finger- tips stroked the uncovered part of her leg gently.
She held him close and parted her lips further as his tongue probed deeply and their warm saliva merged. They were both panting by now and John felt his prick rising inside his trousers and pressing against her legs.
John's hand moved over her breasts, while the other delicately fondled the inside of her thighs. She was wearing a black sweater, but even through that and her brassiere he could feel the hardness of her large nipple. He was able to grip it between his finger and thumb, twisting it slightly as he did so. Carol was breathing more quickly now as her tongue entered John's mouth and her hot breath entered his nostrils.
She was feeling more excited than she had expected and she was a little apprehensive about letting herself go on any further. John certainly knew how to kiss and touch her, especially as his practiced hand was now edging towards her panties. She would like him to touch her there.
His fingers would undoubtedly thrill her more than those of her previous lovers, one of whom had been a rough ham-handed football player and the other a rather hesitant intellectual. John, it seemed, knew something of a woman's needs, and it occurred to her that she was really playing with fire in allowing him to make love like this to her.
