Chapter 6
"Please, no! You know I'm virgin, darling! Please!" Cindy suddenly feared the loss of virginity more than anything in her life. She wanted to remain a pure woman, as pure as possible anyhow, and for the past several months it had been with that reasoning that she'd held Chris off.
"It doesn't matter anymore," said Chris. "Take off your clothes. Get up, damnit! Take 'em off!"
He took hold of Cindy by the arm and yanked her up out of the chair. "Now get goin'," he said, "and get undressed. I waited a long time. Call it good luck, call it bad luck, I don't care—tonight's the night."
"I can't," moaned Cindy in a pitiable whimper. "Please don't make me, darling. Please?" Before the words ceased ringing in her ears, his hand had come slapping down across her face, and for the first time since she'd known him, the man she claimed to love had struck her. He was crouched naked in front of her like a tiger about to spring, too, and she felt a horrible fear creep over her nerves She was afraid that he was going to strike her again, and that he was going to actually hurt her badly if necessary. The tears began to well up in her eyes and she could feel her young body giving way to sobs of fear and submission.
"Come on," said Chris, his impatient eyes glaring. He looked around at Sherry. "What do you think?"
"I think she's scared of fucking," said Sherry, putting out her cigarette and stretching out on the sofa. "And I think you ought to show her what it's all about."
"Right," said Chris, turning back to Cindy. He lifted his hand, as if to strike again, and Cindy cowered before him like a frightened puppy.
"No ... noooo," she whimpered, "don't hit me! Please don't hit me! I'll ... " She lowered her head, and like an automaton she grabbed the lowest button of her blouse. It was like making a count-down as each button pushed through the material to become undone, and these were her fingers doing it! Her long blonde hair fell forward, the tips just reaching the points of her round, large breasts, and as she slipped out of her sweater, she almost unconsciously flipped her hair back. She caught herself, realizing that only her brassiere now covered her naked upper torso, and she left it on hoping that a miracle would occur to save her.
"Come on, come on," said Chris impatiently. Cindy could see he was anxious to get his hands on her breasts. "Get 'em off, or you're going to get hit again!" he said threateningly. She was surprised to see him acting this way. Usually he was so calm and methodical, even about her resistance, and it was strange to see him angry and charged up like this.
She whimpered silently, knowing from the pain that still stung in her cheek that there was going to be no escaping the inevitable, and she unbuttoned the catch at the side of her short skirt, letting it fall down the length of her long, tapering legs to the ground. She didn't want to look up and see his hungry eyes, but she could feel them, as if they were actually burning holes through her scant panties and brassiere. It was lewd and debasing, but she couldn't stand the thought of having him hit her again. But because of Sherry's presence on the sofa, she felt somehow that there was a chance of being saved, as if the other woman would somehow step in and not permit this to continue.
Without looking at Chris, Cindy reached as slowly as possible around her back, until she felt the hooks holding her brassiere over her full breasts. She stretched the elastic backing, then loosened the three hooks one at a time, but she had to let them go. The brassiere fell from her breasts like it was propelled, and the round firm mounds of flesh stood out naked and proud from her body. A strange feeling came over her when she saw that the pink nipples were hard and erect, like icing on the cake, and she knew they were getting involuntarily excited by the mere fact of being naked in front of Chris and a strange woman. She glanced up at him and she blushed when she saw the expression on his face. He was staring directly at her naked breasts, his mouth open as though surprised by what he saw.
She looked at Sherry on the sofa, and she, too, was staring wide-eyed and entranced.
"They're beautiful," said Chris. He reached out to touch them, as if to make sure they were real. Cindy started to lurch backwards, but he caught her by the arm with his strong left hand and held her while his right squeezed the, soft flesh of her breast
"Ooooouuuu! Pleaseeee! God, I ..." The words caught in her throat as she felt the exciting sensation of his fondling fingers closing around the tip of her nipple. Suddenly, her legs felt like they were going to fall out from under her body, and she collapsed heavily into his arms. His response was instantaneous as he caught and lifted her into his strong arms, then gently lowered her near naked body onto the center of the living room floor. When her head rested against the carpet, Cindy opened her eyes and not inches away were Chris's eyes. He was smiling broadly, and she groaned and closed her eyes tightly as he leaned forward to kiss her.
"How can you," she moaned to herself in her mind's eye, thinking about the shock of having discovered him in his apartment with this other woman Sherry, and wondering how she could possibly permit him to kiss her in front of this other naked woman. "Ooohh, Goddddd ..!"
His mouth seemed to work her lips open, and his lips pressed fully against her own, while his tongue shot forward into the depths of her throat. It caught Cindy by surprise, and she responded unconsciously, uncertain whether it was to save her from being slapped more or to please her own bodily inclinations, but whatever the reason, she was sucking and nibbling lightly on his tongue. His fingers continued playing skillfully with the erect tip of her breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling it sensationally between them. Her whole body was reacting just like it had the previous Thursday evening in his car, the last time she'd been with him, and in a way, nothing was different. Except that this time, she felt, there would be no way to stop him.
Suddenly Chris's nakedness impinged itself on Cindy's consciousness. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, and the pressure of it was so great that she could feel the blood pumping through it. She remembered how she had longed for such a thing as this the previous Thursday, and now, as she lay underneath him, it terrified her to think it was actually going to happen!
"Stop! Please stop! I can't let you do it! You'll hurt me! Oh, God! Pleaseee!" Cindy struggled as he seemed to be all over her body, every pore being touched by some part of him in preparation for a final assault on her technically virgin pussy. She couldn't let that happen, not if she was going to face her father ever again! She had to stop him before it was too late! In desperation she tried to raise her knees up, thinking she might knock him off, but the best she could do was lift one leg far enough to have it trapped back by Chris's quick reactions. He had her helplessly pinned down to the carpet, her position even worse than it had been before.
"I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to make it good," he said in a low, deliberate voice. The underlying threat was ever present, that he would hit her on the face, slap her and hurt her, if she didn't cooperate. Turning her head to one side, Cindy stared out at the naked feet which dangled from the sofa behind her. Sherry was sitting there watching. Why didn't that woman help? Was she so crass that she didn't even care? There was no one come to save her she realized, and she closed her eyes tightly, seeking the strength to withstand Chris's assault. He might succeed in fucking her body, but she was not going to let his kisses excite her! If he was going to rape her, she was determined to show no response!
Chris felt Cindy's body relax, and her resistance to his assault was easing up even more. He knew exactly what was happening. He chuckled lightly to himself as he carefully examined her full round breasts. They were like two white mountains, firm and solid, and the pink caps were hardened and pointing straight up at him. He was amazed that they didn't sag as he had thought they would, and he again closed his hand around one. Cindy didn't make a sound as he opened his mouth and took the pink nipple inside. He closed his hot lips slowly around the hardened bud, while his tongue rolled wetly across it. Then he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth, biting down on it with his sharp teeth.
"Ooooou!" the helpless girl tried to contain her cry, but it seemed to come out of her mouth in spite of her efforts. She felt a flashing sensation dart through her chest and down to her belly, and her pleasured response was automatic. It was as if a fire had been ignited in her womb, and she jerked her legs against the tight grip which Chris maintained over her. She tried to ignore the lewdly rising sensations, but he didn't stop or let up even for a moment. He sucked hungrily on her breasts as his teeth took hot little nips at the sensitive tip, and the flashes of pleasure ran wildly over all the nerves in her body, beyond her control.
"You know," said the voice of Sherry from behind, low and lusty and coming closer, "I think I might like to try some of that action myself, Chris."
"Sure," he said whispering to her over Cindy's face and well rounded breasts, "come on and join me." He lifted his face up and concentrated on just one of Cindy's breasts. Cindy couldn't believe what suddenly was happening. Sherry, the woman who'd remained silent for so long, was now on her hands and knees hovering over Cindy with her mouth only an inch from Cindy's right breast. "Oooh, God, nooo!" cried the inhibited teenager, unable to believe what was about to happen, and before she could protest even mildly a second time, Sherry's mouth and lips clamped onto the extended upwardly pointing breast. Her lips sucked at the frozen nipple and her teeth lightly pinched it off, giving Cindy now the feel in both breasts—for Chris continued in the same manner on the left— that she was being stimulated beyond her capacity to withstand it. The hungry sucking at her breasts was bringing flashes of pleasure to play all over her body, and making it more and more difficult to withstand the excitement of it all.
Chris wanted to laugh. For now, with Sherry's help, Cindy's resistance was breaking down even more. He found the beginnings of light curling fuzz as he worked his probing fingers toward her pubic mound, and he visualized the sparse patch of her pubic hair as his fingers inched closer and closer to the narrow slit of her virgin cunt. Extending his middle finger like a pointer, he found the firm lips of her pussy, and forcing them apart, he pressed his finger against the hardened tip of her clitoris.
"Keep sucking her breast," he ordered Sherry as he pressed into wet contact with the nerve-laden clitoral bud.
"Ooooouuuuuuu!" Cindy cried out as the electric bolt of pleasure shot up her spine from the pressure of flesh making contact with her nerve ending. The sensations in her body were betraying her mind, and for a moment she forgot that she was being forced, that a woman as well as a man was enjoying her body, and she could only think of the pleasure that the finger twisting between the silky lips of her cunt was giving. She could feel it pressing into her cunt and sliding against her sensitized clit, pressing in her vagina until she could hardly keep from screaming with joy! She reached out and wrapped her arms around Sherry's licking face and against Chris's head, holding his face still pressed against her left breast, and she held him tightly, both of them in fact, while his finger played over her moistened vagina.
Knowing that Cindy was temporarily caught up in the sensations of the teasing at her breasts and the flicking at her clit, Chris held back doing what he was most anxious to do. He wanted to get a close look at her virgin pussy, to clearly see what he was feeling with his finger, but he hesitated in the hope that he could arouse her beyond the point of any resistance. He continued sucking on her breast while he worked his middle finger down the narrow, hair-lined slip of her pussy. Feeling the moisture from her lubricating fluid, he dipped his finger toward the virginal orifice, and finding it, pushed the tip inside the tight passage. The elastic-like opening resisted him for a moment, then gave way to his unrelenting pressure, and his extended finger slid smoothly up the warm, tight channel until the palm of his hand was pressed against her cunt.
"Oooohhh ... God!" Cindy exclaimed loudly as the sensation raced through her body to her brain. Who it was holding her to the carpet—a man and a woman—was completely forgotten. It could as well have been anyone's finger probing down between her thighs, as the obscenely beautiful sensation was all that dominated her mind for the moment. It felt too good to resist, and she wiggled her buttocks as the finger fucked into her.
His cock twitched as he felt the tightness of her cunt around his digit, and Chris didn't want to wait any longer. If Cindy started resisting his actions, he would have Sherry simply hold her down. He could take care of that kind of resistance easily enough. He'd waited a long time for this moment, and there wasn't much sense in waiting longer.
He raised his head from her saliva, soaked breast and moved his mouth down over her smooth flat belly, and with his left had he pulled at the filmy material of her panties. Cindy was lost in a helpless passionate daze as she lifted her buttocks from the carpet to make the removal of her panties easier, and Chris quickly slid them down over her comely thighs to her feet. He almost laughed aloud when her naked legs kicked the panties away and when she spread her legs apart as if inviting him to do as he pleased. She was completely naked and open, and Chris paused to look at the sheer sensuality of her virgin body. He had never seen her as purely attractive as this, as sexually arousing as possible. His cock jerked with excitement just from the sight of her, and he rolled in between her outstretched legs as he pulled his finger from her warm wet passageway.
Cindy thought that her heart was pounding inside her brain as she felt the passionate juices flowing through her naked body. She could feel the heat of her own flesh bending her mental will from resistance to submission, and suddenly she felt the strange presence of Sherry's lips wrapped around her breast, and she realized once and for all that her body was in a state of arousal she had never known possible. She just couldn't bring herself to stop at this instant the incredible pleasure of it all. But then, when the long middle finger pulled from the tightness of her pussy, she wondered what form of pleasure would come her way next? And finally, she thought to herself, If I'm going to stop him, it must be now! I must stop him now!
Before she could think about it, though, she felt something pressing at her vagina again. It was Chris and he was leaning into the narrow space between her slick inner thighs. Pressing his thumbs into the lips of her vagina, he slowly parted the narrow, hair-lined slit until the pink, moist flesh was open to his gaze. The erect bud of her clitoris was throbbing with excitement and leaning close, he flicked his tongue teasingly at it.
"Aagggg! Oooouuuu! Godddd!" Cindy moaned loudly as she felt the pleasure of his tongue whipping at her sensitive, galvanized nerve end. It was what she had been expecting, and yet, even as the pleasure charged her flesh, she found herself saying, This is obscene ... He's putting his tongue in there, in my cunt ... He shouldn't be doing that ... Not until ... "Oooomuuuu, Goddddddd!"
For an instant she lost track of everything, as she felt the sensations between her trembling thighs that reminded her of the previous Thursday evening. Against his tongue she pressed her pubic mound in the hopes of getting more of the same, in the hopes of eliminating from her brain the last vestiges of painful guilty resistance.
"Alright," she heard a voice say, "you lick her some, and then I'll fuck her ... "
What on earth! Who was going to lick her? Fuck her? She felt her brain reeling, as if somehow she were fainting away even as she lay on the floor. She opened her eyes and looked down between her legs. It was Sherry, the other woman, and she was actually starting to lean into the narrow space between Cindy's legs.
"Get her good and ready," said Chris who stood up alongside and stroked his jerking cock from time to time as he watched the lewd spectacle of one woman eating another's pussy. "Get her nice and hot and wet, cause I got big plans for her cunt. I waited a long time for this, Cindy, and I got great big plans."
"Godddddd," cried Cindy, beside herself with joy and guilt at the incredible sensations which licked like flame between her outstretched thighs. She wondered when this devilish torture would end and found herself, despite what was going on in her mind, spreading her legs wider, opening herself even more to the fantastic Lesbian licking now underway, between her inner thighs.