Chapter 5
Taking her eyes from the mirrors for a moment, she bent forward to reach the white lace panties that Yale had placed on the chair for her. Suddenly she was aware of a sound and a movement behind her. She straightened at once and wheeled to face Yale, standing there before her, just inside the door.
She emitted a startled gasp, then realizing her near-nakedness, made an impossible attempt to cover her breasts and her bush both at the same time. She could feel the blush that began in her cheeks and spread over her entire body as his eyes feasted on her gleaming flesh.
"Please," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling. "Please go. You-you promised you wouldn't come in-until I called you."
"You took too long," he replied and took a step toward her.
"No, Yale-please no!" she begged him frantically as she kept backing away from him, unable to ignore the menacing bulge straining to get out of his trousers.
Finally the mirrored wall blocked her retreat and he closed in on her. Grabbing her wrists and pressing her back and ass against the chill of the glass wall, he held her arms outstretched at the sides so he could look down at her.
Sugar closed her eyes and began to shiver with fear and humiliation as he studied each part of her flawless anatomy. Her luscious, pink-nippled, thirty-eight-inch tits that stood out high and firm from her narrow-waisted, white body. Her luxurious brown pelt, that seemed even darker where it plunged into her cleft. Her long, lovely legs smooth as polished ivory, whiter than milk, above the tops of her hose.
"Jeez," he breathed with full appreciation. "No girl with a body like yours should keep it hidden away. You should want to share it with the whole world."
He pulled her close up against him. Through the fabric of his trousers she could feel the throbbing heat of his cock as it rested against her furry mound. She opened her eyes. She saw his face coming closer as it had in the car and again he kissed her. Only this time his tongue worked in and out of her mouth obscenely, as if preparing for what was to come.
She struggled against him but her efforts were feeble, the kiss, as it had before, sending a warmth through her limbs and body, starting a fresh flow of juices in her cunt. She was never quite sure how she got on the couch. She knew she didn't go there voluntarily. Yet there she was, sprawled out on her back on the leather cushions, with him hovering over her.
She tried to get up, but he was kissing again, filling her mouth with his breath and his tongue and she felt herself melting once more.
"Relax," he told her as he ran a hand over her silken brown hair and down to her gleaming white shoulder.
"Oh no. .. you mustn't!" she cried out feverishly, squirming, trying to escape the hand that was stroking her. She had been in situations before and always she had been able to cope with them. None had gotten quite so out of hand as this one. Never before had she allowed anyone to arouse her the way she was aroused now. Of course, she knew it had to happen sometime. Perhaps she had even looked forward to it. But never had she expected it to happen like this.
This was against all the rules she'd set up for herself. This would simply be an act of passion that would gain her nothing. Yet, as his fingers touched her quivering breasts and played with the hardened points, Sugar began to shiver and pant. She could feel her passion awakening like the dawn of a new day, and she knew that what was to follow was inevitable.
"Please," seemed all she could say as he used his tongue to tease and seduce her senses. She strained to push away from him, but it was weak, half-hearted almost. The fingers at her tits jiggled and teased, arousing her to a pitch that she had never known before. Then his lips began to move downward to kiss her throat, her shoulders and then her breasts, pulling a bloated nipple into his mouth to torment with his tongue.
Now she felt his hand sliding downward over her stomach to her flat, tense belly, mussing her abundant crop of pubic hair, flirting with the damp lips of her slit. All the while he kept suckling her nipples, first one, then the other, causing her panting to deepen as she writhed under his lips and his hand.
It lifted her when she felt his finger actually thread its way into the tight cylinder of her cunt. She thrashed about, crying, "Oh no, Yale! Don't! Please don't."
Obviously, by the sure way he went about it, he'd had plenty of experience at this sort of thing. He went right to the core of her sex, fingering her stiff, slippery, sensitive clitty.
The sensation he was bringing her was so new and overpowering that she ceased to resist him. A terrible and frightening helplessness, hopelessness, came over her. Eyes glazed, limbs drugged and unaware of what she was saying, she blurted out, "Oooh, Yale...my belly, it feels so funny. Down there between my legs...where your hand is. I feel all tense and crazy."
"That's how you're supposed to feel," he murmured against her tits.
Suddenly she grabbed his face into her two hands and brought it up to her mouth. Her lips ground into his, sucking, her tongue invading his mouth of its own accord as a paroxysm of lust racked her head to toe.
"Oh, darling," she whispered, running her fingers through his long, blond hair. "My darling, it's all happening too fast...I'm all mixed up."
Without words, he dropped his head to her tits again to munch a moment on the bright-pink nubs. Then, sliding off the couch and falling to his knees beside the divan, his lips began coursing back and forth across her flat, undulating belly, brushing through her crop of fur to let his tongue inch between the slightly parted lips of her vulva. The feminine scent and sweet taste of her cunt seemed to incite him further. Clutching her lust-bloated lips with his fingers, he pulled them further apart and began to slash away at the hypersensitive boil of her clit with the very tip of his tongue.
"Oh, God!" Sugar shouted and made a token gesture at pushing his face away. Always she had thought of oral copulation by either sex as something immoral and perverted. But the sensation he was bringing her as he investigated her wettening hole and sawed away with his tongue at her clitty was so overpowering that Sugar made no further attempt to stop him. She just lay there on her back on the couch, legs splayed widely, blubbering like an infant, delighting in the manipulations of his slashing, probing tongue. Only one thought chased through her whirling brain-after all these years, was it finally going to happen?
Seconds later it did. His tongue, lapping, strumming, caressing with a precise skill, brought Sugar the first orgasm of her young life. Grabbing his head in both hands and clamping her thighs against its sides, she lifted her ass off the divan as if trying to cram all of her cunt into his mouth, unable to make a sound while a volcano of ecstasy erupted in the depths of her belly.
When finally her climax receded, she opened her eyes slowly to see Yale standing beside the divan, unbuckling his belt, opening his fly.
Sugar locked her legs together and a small whimper escaped her lips as she watched him drop his trousers and shorts. Her senses whirled as she gazed fixedly at his cock, excited and intrigued by its bigness and the way it curled up rigidly from the clump of blond hair between his strong thighs. She couldn't begin to understand her feelings. She had always thought that her first sight of a male organ would frighten her. Instead, a hot stab of ecstasy shot up through her body as she unashamedly appraised its slimy, purple-red unsheathed dome, the fatness of its heavy, blue-veined trunk as it waved arrogantly before her.
It wasn't until he stripped off the rest of his clothes, pried apart her legs and started to get onto the couch between them, that fear roared back into her brain as she realized what he was about to do to her. She tried unsuccessfully to wriggle away from him.
"No...please no, Yale," she cried out in dread anticipation as he knelt on the couch between her legs. "No one ever ... I mean...I'm a ... a virgin."
Whether he didn't believe her, couldn't conceive that a girl with a mother like hers possibly could be cherry, he leaned forward. Supporting himself on his left forearm, he grasped his cock down near the base in his free hand and sank into her tense, quivering form. He guided his drooling cock toward her cunt. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and lurched backward as he swirled the head of his prick over her folds, still wet with his saliva and her own juices, concentrating on her clitoris. A moment later, she felt his swollen cockhead poised at her hole, ready to begin its cruel battering chore. She knew that further struggling, further pleading would be of no use. So she reconciled herself to her fate. It wasn't at all the way she wanted it to be, hoped it would be. But if she had to lose her precious virginity, she at least was glad it was going to be to him.
"Will...will it hurt?" she managed to choke out.
"Not if you relax and enjoy it," he told her. "Okay?"
"O-okay," she dragged out resignedly. There was no other answer she could give him.
"Ready?" he asked tensely.
"Kiss me first," she whispered as her arms went around his neck and she brought him down to her lips, sucking on his tongue as it slithered into her mouth.
The next moment she let out a gasp as she felt his cock moving into her virginal cunt with a slow, relentless pressure. Sugar bucked frantically and tried to escape from its searing kiss. But he grasped her hips forcefully and kept pushing his murderous cock into her, until she felt her hymen give way at the base. A brief, lancing pain brought a scream from her lips that caused Yale to freeze for a moment, his face a mask of shocked disbelief. Then she felt his hands slide beneath her butt, to find the leather cushion damp with blood.
He looked down at her in utter amazement. "You...you were cherry!"
"I told you," she sobbed piteously.
"I couldn't believe it," he told her, sounding almost apologetic, but making no attempt to pull his cock out of her. "I couldn't believe that a girl your age- I mean, with the way things are today-could possibly be a virgin. But now that I know, I'll be careful...extra careful."
Then he was pushing into her again, straining, and stretching the unyielding walls of her cunt with his fat cock. She took as much of his punishment as she could, then cried out, "Stop, Yale! Stop-please! You're too big! I can't take any more!"
"There's not much more to go," he breathed raggedly, consoling himself with the twisted truth that he wasn't too big, but she was too small. Still he knew the remarkable adaptability of the female body from past experience, and kept pushing deeper and deeper into her garroting tunnel. Until with a sort of sadistic joy, he bottomed, drawing a yelp of pain from Sugar.
"I told you we were almost there, darling," he whispered consolingly. "And we are. I'm all the way in."
Sugar wasn't sure why she felt pleased about it. Was it because she was glad that the hurt was over, or proud that she had accepted him? he lay still atop her for a moment, letting her adjust to his size and get used to the fact that his cock was inside her. Then he began to move slowly, cautiously, against her. For a brief time, her strangling muscles prevented him from establishing a steady rhythm. But then as their juices intermingled, her narrow cylinder relaxed and with it gradually all traces of pain faded to be replaced by a metamorphic rapture, the likes of which Sugar had never before experienced. More beautiful even than the sensations he had brought her with his tongue.
Gone was the last protest from her mind, and her body became alive with a need that startled her as she fell into his tempo.
"Beautiful," he panted, speeding the union. "Ooh...fuck with me, baby, fuck hard. Ooh, baby, you're super!"
Sugar moaned, no longer aware of, or even caring about what she was doing. She knew only that she was racing toward another climax. In her subconscious she remembered that day she came home from school and saw that strange man screwing her mother in the bedroom. She remembered how her mother's legs climbed up to wrap around the man's middle. Sugar embraced Yale the same way, locking her ankles behind the small of his back, arms clinging to him frantically, rubbing her tits against his chest, biting his neck and shoulders as he kept hammering against her.
Yale gasped aloud, seeking to match her sudden, wild burst of ardor. Then she heard him groan, felt the stiffness of his limbs and body, the alarming swelling of his throbbing meat deep inside her, and then the convulsive jerking of his cock as he began to boom round after round of white-hot cum into her belly. It was at this moment of almost unendurable sensation that her own orgasm took hold and sent her swirling away from reality into a world of mind-bending pleasure...