The redhead’s body was breaking out in a sweat now, even though the basement wasn’t
hot. Her eyes, squeezed tight against the pain and humiliation, where fluttering open,
showing flashes of green and the glitter of unshed tears. But already the outrage and
horror that had filled them before was slipping away, replaced by confusion and…Fear. Not
of him, not at this moment, anyway. He’d done his worst (if she only knew, he grinned to
himself), he’d taken her virginity. Just as he promised, his black cock was between her
slender white thighs, thrusting deep and hard into a pussy that was no longer hers to
control. That was the fear in her eyes; that her body was accepting the pain, embracing
the pain, needing the pain.
He’d promised her that, as well. That before she knew it, her body would belong to
him. It would both fear and desire him, and when he touched it, no matter if it was pain
or pleasure, her flesh would respond to him against her wishes. He’d promised that her
own body would betray her, and once it did, she would be unable to prevent her mind from
following.
Slowly, the screams had turned to sobs, the sobs had turned to sharp little gasps,
as his thick black cock ripped again and again through the flushed lips of her cunt and
thudded against her cervix. The girl’s eyes were wide open now, searching frantically
about the darkened room, but there was nothing beyond the pool of light they lay in, and
the mocking eyes of the black man above her. With a faint smirk, he lifted his muscular
hips and changed the angle of his attack, crashing through her resistance, his prick
rasping against her treacherously taut little clit. Her gasps were louder now, her
panicked eyes looking down between them, seeing his enormous shaft, glistening now, the
streaks of her virgin blood nearly washed away by her own gushing wetness.
He thrust hard into her tight, hot, weeping hole and ground his pelvic bone against
hers. She bit her lip and dug her fingers into his hard, sculpted chest as her cunt
muscles involuntarily squeezed the overpowering invader between her legs. No, she
screamed inside her head, NO! I can’t!
She screwed her eyes shut, trying to shut out the face of her rapist, trying to
tear her mind away from the flood of sensations he was driving into her belly with that
cruel black column of flesh. Suddenly, she sensed his face near hers, felt his hot breath
in her ear, his teeth biting into the tender place where her neck met her shoulder,
pulling her back into her body, back toward the explosion building inside her quivering
pussy.
She bit her lip, harder now. Tears squeezed through the lashes of her tightly
closed eyes. She dug her fingernails deeper into his chest, drawing blood, but he ignored
it, and changed his rhythm, fucking her hard but slow, making her feel every inch, every
vein of his cock as it plowed through her deflowered cunt. It was coming, she could feel
it, and she instinctively knew it wouldn’t be like the warm, but short-lived flush of
pleasure she got from touching herself in the bath. This was going to tear her apart,
like his cock was tearing apart her insides, and if she let it happen, how could she ever
say No? How could she even pretend to be in control of her own body, her own destiny, if
she came now like a whore on his raping, rampaging cock? But even as her head tossed
wildly in fear and frustration, scattering her thick red tresses across the mat, her lithe
white legs closed around his pistoning hips.
…
Lakeview Estates was a misnomer in more ways than one. To begin with, there was no
lake, the developers having run out of funds before they could dredge out the artificial
pond the brochure had promised; and the homes – most of them anyway – no longer resembled
estates. The tract sat a quarter mile from the main road, barely visible through the
screen of trees, a mix of completed and half-built homes, their skeleton frames and
flapping, tar papered roofs a monument to the housing crisis and the near collapse of the
local economy.
Most of the occupied homes were in good repair, but each street had abandoned
houses, and Kelly’s cul-de-sac was one of the most desolate. It backed up against several
acres of woods that would have been paved over by now, had the builders not gone bankrupt.
The houses on either side of her parents’ place were abandoned. One was boarded up, the
pool drained, the other had an optimistic For Sale sign out front, but the lawn and shrubs
were dead, and it had been weeks since Kelly had seen any prospective buyers look the
place over. It was the same across the street; only three of the eight homes were
occupied, and with the overgrown yards it felt sometimes as though the woods were going to
swallow the street back up. More and more often lately she was startled by the sounds of
animals moving through the back yard, and was once awakened by a crashing sound that
turned out to be a bear leisurely pawing through the contents of their garbage cans.
Kelly was glad it was summer; she could imagine how forlorn the place would look,
if the trees were bare and the yards buried in snow. But summer also meant she was alone
in the house, and nearly alone in the world. She had finished high school three weeks
ago, a month after her 18th birthday, and most of her former classmates had left on
graduation trips. Kelly had planned to go with her best friend Donna to London and Paris
for a month – they’d spent most of senior year planning it – but then the medical
missionaries intervened.
Kelly’s parents were plastic surgeons who ran a practice with two other doctors.
All four partners were part of a medical humanitarian group, and the two pairs would trade
off every other year, going down to Latin America and performing free reconstructive
surgeries for indigenous people with no other access to advanced medical care. This year
it was their partner’s turn to go, but Dr. Lang had gotten pregnant in April, and was
having complications. Her obstetrician advised her not to travel, and Kelly’s mother and
father volunteered to go in her place, but that would leave their house unattended for two
months.
It nearly broke her heart, but Kelly immediately offered to give up her trip and
stay behind. She was a sweet, empathetic girl, who couldn’t stand to see anything – human
or animal – suffer, and she was proud of the good works her parents did. If giving up a
month in Europe meant dozens of underprivileged people would be able to lead more normal
lives, then that’s just the price she’d have to pay.
“You’re my good girl,” her mother said, her voice almost breaking with pride as she
hugged Kelly.
“I wouldn’t have enjoyed myself anyway, knowing those people needed you, and you
weren’t there.”
“We’ll make it up to you when we get back, Baby,” her father said. “You’ll still
have a month before you start college; we’ll make sure you and Donna make it to Paris.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” She hugged him.
“You’re my sweet baby girl, aren’t you?” He gave her a squeeze back, then kissed
her forehead gently, and brushed the hair from her eyes. “Don’t ever change.”
She looked into her father’s sea-green eyes, so like her own, and smiled back. “I
won’t,” she promised.
…
But she hadn’t guessed how lonely and bored she was going to be, cooped up all
alone in the house. After almost a week of solitude, Kelly was tired of watching TV,
tired of flipping through the magazines in the living room. She hadn’t even bothered to
get dressed today; it was late afternoon and she was still wearing the panties and tank
top she’d pulled on after showering.
Kelly sighed and looked at herself in the mirror on her closet door; she had a bad
case of bed-head. Usually she was conscientious about brushing her thick, wavy Irish mane
– dark red, with flaming highlights – usually tying it back into a neat ponytail. But
today the mass of silken hair fell in a wild, luxurious tumble over her shoulders, and
nearly halfway down her back. Her body was slender and athletic, making her C-cup breasts
look more prominent. Ordinarily she’d have them carefully concealed inside the modest
bras her mother bought her, but now they swayed slightly as she shifted her weight, the
air conditioning (it had to be the air conditioning) making her pink nipples stiffen and
poke against the thin material of her t-shirt like pencil erasers. She pulled up the hem
of her tank top, exposing her belly, trim and flat from the Pilates classes she took with
her mother. Her legs were firm, shapely, but not overly muscular.
She gazed at her face: Big eyes, full lips, and a pert nose sprinkled with freckles
– a very wholesome picture. Kelly was satisfied with her looks; she considered herself
pretty, especially compared to the other girls in her class. Some people, like Randy, the
boy who’d taken her to Senior Prom and later tried to get away with more than he should,
and even Donna, had told her she was beautiful. But she knew what her mother would say if
she saw her right now, standing in her panties, her hair untamed, her full, upturned
breasts straining against her tank top.
“You look like a slut.”
Kelly turned away from the mirror and glanced around the room, desperate for some
distraction. Her eyes fixed on her cell phone, sitting on the nightstand, and for a long
moment she considered calling Donna. But she just collapsed with a sigh onto her bed.
She didn’t think she could face Donna just yet. Not after that night at her house...
It was the Saturday after commencement. The church had put on a barbecue for the
graduates of the parochial high school Kelly and her friends attended. There was another
party that evening, at Randy’s house, but Kelly wasn’t allowed to go. On Prom night her
father had given strict instructions that the boy was to have Kelly home by midnight but
it was after 1:30 when he finally dropped her off. Her father was angry, and when he
heard that Randy was having a party while his parents were out of town, he refused to let
Kelly go. Even though she was 18 now, her father was so loving, and refused her so
little, she didn’t feel she could disobey him. So Donna suggested they have their own
party.
Her parents were at the country club that night, so they had the house to
themselves. They ordered pizza, watched movies, and Donna made Cosmopolitans.
“Are you sure your mom and dad won’t get mad,” Kelly asked. Her parents would let
her have wine sometimes with dinner, and a little champagne on New Years Eve, but she’d
never had a cocktail before.
“It’s fine,” Donna said, pulling a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. “My folks
always let me have a drink with them if it’s not a school night. You’ll love this. It’s
mostly cranberry and lime juice – tart and sweet.”
Donna mixed all the ingredients up in a silver shaker, then poured the pink liquid
into two martini glasses.
“To a new school, new lives, new experiences.” They clinked glasses. Donna took a
sip, watching over the rim of her glass as Kelly sampled the cocktail. “What do you
think?”
“It’s good,” Kelly said, surprised. She always thought you’d choke on your first
taste of hard alcohol, like you did with your first cigarette, but the Cosmo went down
like candy. As Donna promised, it was tart and sweet at the same time, and she couldn’t
even taste the liquor, although she wasn’t sure what vodka was supposed to taste like.
They finished their first round in the kitchen, chatting about their trip, getting
increasingly excited. Then Donna refilled their glasses and said, “Let’s finish these in
the Jacuzzi!”
“I didn’t bring my suit.” None of Donna’s bathing suits would fit her, although
she supposed she could borrow a big t-shirt or something.
“My parents won’t be home till after midnight,” Donna said, heading toward the
patio door. “Come on!” Donna placed her drink on top of the TV, and started unbuttoning
her blouse.
“Donna…” Her friend was a lot more comfortable with nudity than Kelly was. In the
girl’s locker room she would stand stark naked at the sinks, casually brushing her thick
black mop of hair, completely unconcerned, while Kelly would self-consciously keep her
towel tucked around her body and dress as quickly as she could.
Donna tossed her blouse on the couch, then kicked off her sandals and shucked off
her jeans. “Kelly, come on…!” She reached between her breasts and opened the front clasp
of her bra. Donna wasn’t fat, but she was all tits and ass. Narrow waist, curvy hips,
and big boobs. They hadn’t begun to droop yet, but they did bounce a lot when she walked,
even when she was wearing a bra. Which she wasn’t.
Donna tossed away the bra and cupped her tits, rubbing her hands softly along the
underside where the cups had left a crease. The boys had been chasing after her since she
first began to develop in the fifth grade, and Kelly could see why. She looked like a
Greek goddess, a womanly symbol of fertility and sex.
Kelly looked down at her second drink and wondered: Am I getting drunk?
“Kelly!” She glanced up and saw Donna slide her panties down her legs and kick
them onto the couch. She put one hand on her hip and stood there, naked but for a smile.
“If you don’t get undressed and into that Jacuzzi right now, I’m gonna come over there and
strip you naked!”
Kelly believed her. This wasn’t the first time Donna had suggested they
skinny-dip, but it was the first time they’d both been drinking, and if Kelly was feeling
a little woozy, she suspected Donna was feeling even bolder than usual.
“Donna, no…I’m embarrassed.” Kelly put her drink on the counter and folded her
arms across her chest. Donna picked up her cocktail, drained it, and sauntered toward
her. Kelly tried to focus on the bounce of her cute bobbed hair, but couldn’t seem to
keep her eyes away from the mesmerizing jiggle and sway of Donna’s breasts. In the back
of her mind, Kelly noticed that her friend’s nipples were hard, and wondered how that
could be, when it was so warm in here.
Donna picked up the shaker and refilled her glass, then topped off Kelly’s and held
it out until finally the redhead finally rolled her eyes and took it. Donna clinked their
glasses, lifted her cocktail to her lips, and murmured, “Drink your drink.”
Kelly took a big sip. She should probably stop, she thought, but it was so tasty,
and she didn’t know what else to with her hands or where to look, what with her naked
friend right in front of her.
“Don’t just stand there with your boobs in my face! We’re not in gym class.”
“What, these?” Donna smiled and cupped her breasts again.
“Oh stop. Yes! You have bigger tits than me. Don’t rub it in.”
Donna leaned over suddenly, grabbing her boobs and rubbing them back and forth, grazing
Kelly’s bare arms with her stiff nipples. Kelly’s instinct was to pull away, but it would
have jostled the drink in her hand. Instead she sighed and sipped her cocktail, wondering
why her friend always had to push things so far, and try to make her do things she didn’t
want to do. “You’re too repressed,” Donna would always tell her. “You need to loosen up
and experience a little of what the world has to offer.” But Donna wasn’t anymore of a
free spirit than Kelly was. She went to the same church and the same parochial school,
and dated even less than Kelly did. So why was she always trying to get Kelly to do crazy
things when they were alone, but never taking her own advice when she was in public?
Donna smiled wickedly. Kelly wanted to move away, but she seemed to be trapped in the
corner of the kitchen counter, and if she tried to squeeze out, she’d have to slide
against Donna’s naked body. She tried to look her friend sternly in the eye, but she
couldn’t help noticing the areolas of Donna’s big breasts were crinkled, and the nipples
achingly erect. Her face and bosom were flushed and her big brown eyes were sparkling
with excitement.
She’s just teasing you, Kelly told herself. Trying to make you feel like a prude. She
loves to embarrass you.
Kelly’s drink was nearly empty again. She hesitated, then picked up the cocktail
shaker; there was still some left. She refilled her glass, and poured the rest into
Donna’s drink, which sat forgotten on the counter. Kelly took a big gulp and decided to
end this. A joke was a joke, but she was feeling very hot and uncomfortable, pressed
against the counter, with Donna’s tits touching her own through her clothes.
“I’m not going out there,” Kelly said with finality. “Someone might see us.”
Donna’s hand went to the wall and flicked off the light. Now the living room and
kitchen were dark, except for the dim, rippling illumination from the pool outside. Kelly
watched the waves of pale blue light play over Donna’s lush nudity, wondering if it was
the alcohol making her stare with such fascination; and making her sweat and feel damp
under her arms, and between her breasts. The redheaded teen felt a bead of perspiration
glide down her spine like a fingertip, and when she shifted her weight, crossing one ankle
over the over as she leaned against the counter, trying to appear casual and unaffected by
the booze, she felt the same humidity between her thighs.
“No one’s going to see us,” Donna scoffed. “And so what if they did? What are they
going to do – spread it around school? We’re never going back there.”
“We still have to live here. I don’t want to get a reputation as a—“
“As a what?” Donna smiled and leaned in closer, her arms braced on the right-angled
counters, corralling Kelly inside the soft triangle of her body.
“Like those sluts at school.” Kelly drained her drink and plonked the glass down hard
on the countertop, harder than she meant to. She tried to wriggle out of the corner, but
Donna was bigger than her, stronger, and her hands were tightly gripping the lip of the
counter. “Don’t,” Kelly pleaded. “You’re being like Randy. He did this on Prom Night
and I don’t like it.”
“What else did he do,” Donna breathed, moving her face close to Kelly’s.
“We didn’t do anything. Not really—“
“Did he do this?” Before Kelly could react, Donna was kissing her. The voluptuous girl
moaned faintly as she touched her friend’s soft, full lips. Kelly tried to move her head
back, but she had nowhere to go. Her back was pressed against the hard tiled lip of the
counter and Donna’s breasts were pillowing against her own. Kelly was about to wrench her
head to the side and protest, when she felt Donna gently bite her bottom lip. The brunet
pulled back, her eyes searching Kelly’s face, but the redhead was too shocked to speak.
“Did he?”
“Yes,” Kelly said, the word almost a gasp.
“Did he do this?” Donna put her hand on Kelly’s boob and gently squeezed. Kelly
reached up, automatically, covering the girl’s hand with her own, trying to pull it away.
But she seemed to have no strength.
“D—Don’t! Donna!”
Donna gently rotated her palm on Kelly’s breast, moving her bra cup in a circle, the
friction making the startled teen realize that her nipple was hard.
“Did he?” Donna stared at her with eyes that were calm, but insistent, demanding an
answer. Kelly found herself speaking against her will.
“Yes.”
“And this?” Donna’s other hand came up behind Kelly’s head, burying her fingers in the
thick, lustrous, wavy red hair, and pulled. Kelly’s mouth opened with a sharp intake of
breath, and Donna’s tongue slipped over the threshold of her friend’s pouty bottom lip.
Its tip quickly found Kelly’s tongue and caressed it, the intertwining of the slick
muscular flesh seemed to awaken a secret little tingle between her legs that Kelly had
only ever known at night, cupping her pubic mound through the oversized T-shirt she wore
to bed and thinking about Randy, and the things he seemed to want to do to her.
But Randy wasn’t nearly so daring and demanding! He was needy, begging Kelly to let him
go just a little bit farther – to touch her here, and maybe down here. But she always
stopped him, and he always took “No” for an answer. But this was different, this was
beyond her control; Donna didn’t seem to even care that she’d said “No.” She had said it,
hadn’t she? Kelly’s head was swimming as Donna lightly flicked the roof of her mouth,
sending a shiver down her spine and into her panties.
Kelly turned her head to the side. “No, Donna,” she gasped, but Donna cupped the
smaller girl’s chin and turned it forcibly back, until they were staring into each other’s
eyes.
“Did he do this?” Donna murmured, one hand holding Kelly’s face, the other traveling
down her front, slowly plucking open the buttons of her blouse, one by one. “Did he?”
Kelly stared back at Donna for a long moment, her eyes wide like a frightened doe’s.
She wouldn’t answer, she wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.
I’m not going to play this game!
“Yes,” Kelly moaned.
Donna undid the last button and dragged the tight silk blouse halfway down Kelly’s arms,
pinning them behind her back. She looked down, almost greedily, at the alabaster
cleavage, rising and falling with her quick, shallow breathing, the firm breasts straining
against the bra.
“Did Randy do this?” Donna’s fingers deftly twisted the clasp between the cups, and
watched as the bra fell away. Kelly instinctively moved to catch it and hold the cups
against her chest, but Donna tugged the straps down her arms, and suddenly the slender,
but well-endowed redhead was standing bare breasted. Donna unconsciously wetted her lips
with her tongue; the stiff, pink nipples were pointing upward, and seemed to be yearning
for her mouth.
Kelly’s head was swimming. She was pinned against the counter, her arms trapped at her
sides by the tight blouse that had been yanked down to her elbows, and her breasts were
bare. She looked down and was shocked to see how hard her nipples were, dark and flushed
with need. She glanced up in a panic just as Donna’s warm hands cupped Kelly’s naked
tits.
“I know he did this,” she said, her voice low, with a tremor of excitement. Her hands
were hot, and when her thumbs flicked Kelly’s nipples, the redhead’s hips jerked
involuntarily.
“Mmmm…you like that.” Donna leaned down and lightly circled Kelly’s areola with the
moist tip of her tongue. The redheaded girl shuddered, then a whimper escaped her lips as
Donna covered the nipple with her mouth, and bit down gently. An electric charge seemed
to shoot from the puffy tip of Kelly tit down to her pussy. Her hands, nearly bound
behind, tightened into fists as she tried to hold on to her slipping composure.
Donna nibbled and gently sucked as her fingernails lightly raked the underside of her
firm, conical breast. The brunet’s free hand closed on her friend’s other tit, and began
to lightly tweak and twist the pebbled nipple. Kelly squeezed her thighs together, trying
to crush the crazy itch that was building in her crotch; she could hear her ragged breath,
and feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Donna stopped teasing Kelly with her mouth for a moment and whispered, “Did he do this?”
Her hot breathe on the wet, sensitive nipple made Kelly gasp, and all the slender teen
could do was shake her head.
Her busty dark-haired friend grinned, and began to slowly kiss her way down the taut,
quivering belly. Kelly squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about the wet heat
that was pooling in her pussy. She screamed, “No!” inside her head, but the word couldn’t
reach her trembling lips. “No, please…!”
Donna was crouching now, and Kelly felt her friend’s hands slide up and over her
skirt-covered ass, heard her hum with delight. She felt fingers unfastening the catch at
the back of her skirt, felt her zipper begin to part…
Kelly could feel herself losing the battle for control of her body. She was almost
paralyzed by a thunderclap of conflicting emotions – fear, desire, shame, hunger, dread,
impatience – each one sizzling through her nerves like an electric shock. How had this
happened? She’d always been so poised and untouchable, so in control, never letting a boy
go too far, never allowing herself to get so exited that she’d lose her dignity and
restraint, never sinking to the level of those slutty girls in her class who’d let a boy
grope them, or worse. She and Donna were better than that. They were disciplined, good
students, good girls who were going to travel and go on to college and exciting careers.
Virgins who were going to wait until they met and married the man of their dreams before
having sex, rather than wind up like so many of their classmates – heartbroken and knocked
up by some high school loser.
How could this be happening to me? She felt her skirt tugged down past her hips until
it dropped onto her bare feet. Donna’s hands roamed over her ass again, and suddenly
Kelly felt warm breath between her legs, sparking a tingle that raced through her flesh.
Fingers hooked the elastic band, and pulled; Kelly felt her panties slowly peel away from
her pussy, and realized she was soaking wet. How could this be happening to her? She
wasn’t a lesbian!
Donna’s eyes devoured the neatly trimmed triangle of soft, strawberry blonde hair, and
the lips of her pussy – glistening, pouting and bright pink – and inhaled the intoxicating
scent of feminine arousal. Her nose brushed the reddish curls as the tip of her tongue
moistened her lips…
With a wracking sob, Kelly lurched away from the counter, catching Donna by surprise.
She tried to pull up her panties with one hand as she felt her way along the counter with
the other, but they were so wet they clung stubbornly to her thighs. Kelly stumbled out
of the dark kitchen, dizzy with drink, wrapping her arms protectively over her puffy,
aching nipples. But a hand suddenly grabbed the back of the blouse still hanging from her
arms. Kelly squeaked as she felt herself pulled down to the plush living room carpet.
She wriggled free of the blouse and bra just as Donna rolled on top of her.
“No!” Kelly gasped, trying to push her naked girlfriend off of her, but Donna grabbed
Kelly’s wrists and forced them to the floor. They were both panting, Donna’s heavy
breasts were hanging down, jiggling as she fought to restrain Kelly, her nipples grazing
the redhead’s, sending an electric sensation through the both of them. “Get off me!”
Donna smothered Kelly’s protests with a kiss, driving her tongue between the smaller
teen’s closed lips, searching, flicking, caressing, overpowering. Kelly screamed into
Donna’s mouth, but the brunet ignored her and forced her leg between the girl’s thighs.
Kelly’s eyes popped open as she felt something graze her pussy lips. Donna gazed calmly
down at her friend’s panic-stricken face and began to slide her knee rhythmically up and
down Kelly’s twat. The redhead groaned in excitement and despair, and Donna broke their
kiss, just slightly, her lips murmuring sensuously against Kelly’s, “You’re so wet!”
Kelly, her eyes even more fearful now, weakly shook her head, but the will to resist
seemed to have gone out of her; she was no longer struggling to pull her wrists free from
the voluptuous brunet’s grasp. Donna felt the trembling teen’s surrender, and released
her, sliding one hand under Kelly’s head and pulling her into a passionate kiss, while the
other hand traced it’s way slowly down her flat belly. She nudged Kelly’s thighs open and
slipped her fingers into the hot wetness between her legs.
Kelly squeaked into Donna’s mouth as she palmed the redhead’s quivering pussy and
dragged her middle finger upward, parting the sensitive lips and gently flicking the clit.
The squeak turned into a squeal as Kelly’s ass came off the floor. The brunet straddled
the smaller teen’s leg, squeezing it between her thighs, and shuddering with the sensation
of Kelly’s soft skin pressing against her vulva. “I’m wet too,” she whispered. “So wet
for you, baby.”
Donna pushed her middle digit through Kelly’s lips and into her tight virgin pussy. The
redhead shook her head again but didn’t try to escape as Donna used the tip of her tongue
to trace Kelly’s areola as her finger began to slide gently in and out.
I can’t do this, Kelly cried inside her head. She’s touching me…Kissing me…I’m not a
lesbian! I can’t let her do this to me!
But Kelly seemed paralyzed by the strange and powerful sensations crashing through her
body like waves shattering on a breakwater. She was thrilled and terrified at the same
time, and tormented by the sudden aching emptiness between her legs. But most of all,
every inch of her fair skin was burning red hot with humiliation!
She’d never been naked with another person before, except in gym – even alone in
her own room she was always covered up in a big T-shirt or her robe. No one had ever
touched her bare breasts before, let alone sucked on her nipples; no one had ever touched
her between her legs, not even over her clothes, let along putting a finger inside her!
And now she was stripped naked and pinned to the floor by her best friend – another girl!
Kelly couldn’t swallow, she could barely breathe just thinking about how dirty it was.
She’d only overheard the words in giggled conversations at school, but now it was actually
happening – Donna was holding her down and finger fucking her!
The slender closed her eyes in shame, but she could still feel hear Donna’s moans
as she rubbed herself on Kelly’s thigh, and feel the rivulets of hot girl juice pouring
from Donna’s vagina and rolling down her leg. The carpet underneath them was soaked, not
just with her girlfriend’s secretions, but by Kelly’s own weeping pussy.
I’ve got to stop this, she thought, desperately. I’ve got to stop her – now –
before it’s two late!
But just as Kelly raised her hands to push Donna away, the busty brunet bit down on
Kelly’s nipple, hard, and shoved two fingers deep in the smaller teen’s twat. Kelly
groaned, her body going rigid as Donna rammed the redhead’s virgin hole, over and over,
faster and faster. Kelly’s hands spastically clenched at the thick carpet as she was
overwhelmed with an awful, mortifying arousal. It reminded her, bizarrely, of when she
was a little girl, visiting the beach with her parents. She’d let go of her father’s hand
for just a moment, and a wave knocked her down. The undertow dragged her out across the
sandy bottom, and just as he got her feet under her and broke the surface, another breaker
washed over her before she could take a breath. It was the same way now – she was
floating, disoriented, struck by wave after wave of pleasure until she couldn’t breathe.
It was like she was drowning in her own wet cunt.
Donna’s free hand was pinching and tugging on one of Kelly’s nipples while she
devoured the other, licking, sucking, and biting. Suddenly, she crooked her fingers
inside the redhead’s hole, scraping lightly along the G-Spot. Kelly’s taut legs quivered
and her back arched, thrusting her firm tits upward, their nipples bright pink and
pebble-hard with excitement.
I’m so close! Kelly cried to herself. Even though she’d never been touched
sexually by another person – not like this, at least; not anything close to this – she
could feel it, just beyond the moist, aching lips of her pussy; an orgasm more powerful
than anything she’d ever accomplished with her own timid explorations. But at the same
time, she knew that if she came on Donna’s fingers, she’d belong to the voluptuous brunet
from then on. She’d never be able to pretend she hadn’t wanted it.
Donna lifted her mouth from Kelly’s breast and whispered with delight, “You like
that, don’t you?” The brunet squeezed the slender redhead between her legs, and another
cascade of hot pussy juice gushed over Kelly’s thigh. Donna’s lips grazed the underside
of Kelly’s tit as she slowly kissed her way down the trembling young virgin’s body. She
buried her nose in the soft triangle of auburn curls with a hum of pleasure, inhaling the
warm, clean scent of a helplessly aroused girl.
This couldn’t be happening…! Donna was about to go down on her!
Kelly shook her head in weak denial as she felt her wet thighs and pussy tingle
with the warm breath and tiny, excited moans of her friend. The young redhead had never
had a mouth on her pussy, and the mere thought had always made her feel strange and
uncomfortable, but she’d never dreamed that if anybody actually did it to her, it would be
another girl! And she’d certainly never imagined herself lying naked on the floor while
her big-titted best friend had lesbian sex with her. What if Donna’s parents came home
early? If this ever got, she’d never be able to face her own folks again, or any of her
friends from school. She’d already been called a “lesbo” by some of the boys because she
wouldn’t have sex with them; if this got out it would be all over town!
Suddenly, every rational thought left Kelly’s brain as the tip of Donna’s tongue
parted the inexperienced teen’s labia, and slowly plowed up the warm, wet groove. Kelly’s
heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was ragged, and her body was almost
paralyzed with fear and guilt. But her long legs were moving restlessly against Donna’s
naked flesh; the soft skin of Kelly’s inner thighs instinctively squeezed her seducer’s
face as her hips tilted hungrily up toward Donna’s tongue.
Kelly’s little clit had popped up, as firm and round as a rivet, the pink flesh
almost visibly quivering with need. Donna wanted to go slowly, to keep her beautiful
friend on the razor’s edge between desire and release as long as possible, but the busty
brunet was desperate to lick her friend to a screaming climax and feel the redhead’s hot
girl cum gush into her mouth.
Donna gently spread Kelly’s pussy lips and slowly traced around the clit with the
tip of her tongue. The redhead moaned involuntarily, and clenched her hands into fists to
prevent herself from grabbing Donna by the hair and pulling her face into her cunt.
Gradually, the big-titted brunet narrowed the path of her circling tongue, moving closer
and closer to the clit, causing Kelly to suck in her breath and clasp her friend’s body
tightly between her legs.
The tip of Donna’s tongue slowly, deliberately spiraled inward until it just barely
grazed the sides of the tender bud. Kelly fought to control herself, groaning with the
effort, but it was clear she was quickly losing the struggle. Her back arched, her hips
rose against her will, twisting and grinding her pussy against Donna’s mouth.
The voluptuous lesbian hummed with excitement. She plunged two fingers into Kelly,
drenching them with the teen’s virgin effusions and making her squeal. Donna frigged the
redhead’s quim, then pulled her fingers out and plunged them deep into her own twat,
mixing her girlfriend’s juices with her own cunt cream. She lapped at Kelly’s sensitive
vulva, humming and sucking the teen’s pussy lips into her mouth as she roughly
finger-fucking her own dripping hole.
Kelly was so close to coming. She’d never wanted to be with another girl before,
never even fantasized about it, but her pussy was burning like a fuse, and she could feel
a huge explosion about to rip through her.
“No!” Kelly’s feet and hands scrambled at the rug as she shoved herself backwards,
away from Donna’s ravenous mouth. The brunet looked up in shock as the gorgeous teen
crawled out of her reach. Their eyes locked, and Kelly froze like a small, hunted animal.
But Donna was too surprised, too drunk with hormones and vodka and the heady smell of
cunt to react in time, and Kelly got to her feet before the bigger girl could pull her
back down and pin her to the floor.
“Kelly, wait--!”
“No! I don’t want this!” Kelly backed away, plucking her clothes off the floor
and trying to hide her shameful nudity. She caught a glimpse of herself in the foyer
mirror – her tousled hair and flushed skin, her painfully hard nipples, and her swollen
pussy, bleeding warm moisture like a wound – and heard her mother’s shocked voice in her
head: Slut!
Donna stood up, but she was so horny her knees were shaking and she had to steady
herself on the back of the couch. “Don’t go,” she panted. “Please! I’m begging you!”
Kelly dressed as quickly as she could, pulling on her wet panties, half-buttoning
up her blouse, forgetting about her bra. “I’m not a lesbian!”
“Neither am I. It’s just…you’re so beautiful, and…I’m drunk. I’m sorry!”
“You’re not that drunk,” Kelly said, yanking her skirt up her long legs and
fumbling with the fasteners. Her eyes were full of unshed tears. “You’re my best friend,
Donna. I can’t believe you – you did that to me.”
Donna looked as though the smaller girl had just slapped her. “I didn’t! Kelly…I
just wanted to make love to you. I love you.” Now the brunet’s eyes were welling up.
She blinked, and two fat tears trickled slowly down her face. “I thought you loved me.”
“I do…” Kelly looked at her friend, and felt heartsick at Donna’s stricken
expression. “But not like this.” Kelly grabbed her purse from the counter and made for
the front door.
“Kelly, wait! Please…we need to talk.”
Kelly, torn again by the plaintive note in her friend’s voice, paused. She and
fretful eye contact again, but when the naked brunet started toward her, Kelly yanked open
the front door. “I have to go.”
Kelly walked home, barefoot and crying, her nipples hard and raw-feeling beneath her
blouse, her swollen tits jiggling, her crotch awash with moisture from her aching pussy
and her best friend’s mouth.
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