"We'll have a good time, baby, and we're not gonna worry about anything," Billy whispered.
He moved his head to one side and flicked his tongue into her ear. The touch sent shivers up and down Janice's spine, taking what little will power she had from her. The room and hall seemed to swirl in front of her. Were they moving somewhere? The light seemed much darker, the air much cooler. Somewhere she could hear the comforting hum of the air conditioners as the two of them glided through the long darkened hall to an open doorway.
"In here."
She found herself in a large bedroom, the curtains having been carefully drawn over the window. In the dim light Janice saw the disarray of the young man's room, an unmade king-sized bed, several tennis rackets on the floor, underwear and athletic gear sticking out from opened bureau drawers, socks on the floor. It was all so masculine. There was a faint odor of sweaty clothing.
Janice backed away from Billy as be closed and locked the door behind him. She felt the backs of her legs brush against the bed. With another shudder the teenager sat down, feeling her ass settle comfortably into the soft mattress.
"Yeah, you're damned beautiful, chick," Billy said, smacking his lips hungrily while his eyes traveled once more over her body.
Janice didn't have to be told about her looks and body. She knew her tits were high and firm, almost too large for her tall, thin body. She noticed the eyes of the bays at school, and even same of her teachers who stared at her bouncing tits as she walked down the corridors, rushing to her next class. The girl knew they wanted her humping against them, begging for more cock. Janice and her attractive girlfriends used to giggle about how they could tease the men at school, then back away, giving them wide-eyed stares of innocence. The teasing, even though Janice knew it was wrong, excited her so much she nearly came in her panties several times while doing it.
"Nice body, nice tits, nice everything," Billy continued, curling his fingers around the elastic waistband of his swim trunks and pushing them down.
Janice saw the first black curls of his cock hairs come into view.
They matched the color of his straight black hair that hung rakishly over one eye. She licked her lips. Would she be good enough for him? Would she perform well? And, even more important, would there be that terrible pain her mother and aunt told her went along with the first fucking? That more than anything worried her as she watched him peel his swim trunks down his tanned flesh.
"Oh!"
His eight-inch cock sprang free just as his trunks slipped below his kneecaps. Janice scooted back on the bed, her forehead wrinkled with fear while her nostrils flared. She somehow knew this handsome young stud would have a heavy piece of fucking equipment like that. His cock reminded her of an arrow, a long, thick, arrow meant for her pussy, meant to split her in two. She studied the purplish, satiny flesh at the end, at the droplets oozing from the long slit. He was wet, wet just like her! Her eyes dropping a bit, Janice saw his balls pressing against the thick base of his dick. The blonde, wanted, to stretch out one hand, to curl her fingers around those nuts and squeeze them gently. No, that was too bold right now. Oh, how alive her body felt! Every square inch of her flesh seemed charged with a special kind of electricity. No one had prepared her for this kind of feeling, this kind of overwhelming ing ecstasy that made her forget everything except Billy and that wonderful long prick sticking out from his groin.
"Oh, baby," Billy said, stepping out of his trunks and kicking them under the bed. He reached behind her, unsnapping the halter and letting her bikini top slip to the bed.
At first Janice crossed her arms, protecting her naked tits. Two dark-red spots appeared on her checks as she turned her face away from him in embarrassment. But he was gentle at this point, touching her face, moving his hands down to hers.
"Oh!"
Billy was kissing her again, his mouth cemented onto hers as he pushed her back on the bed. Janice knew it was useless, even stupid, to struggle. Holding him tightly, her fingers occasionally raking the flesh of his bare back. Janice fell down on to the bed.
"Baby, baby, baby," Billy cooed, stroking her sides with his fingers.
Janice could feel the eight hard inches of his cock pressing against her thin bikini bottom. How good and strange it felt. She moaned into his mouth, spreading her knees apart and bending them up slightly while rubbing her feet against his calves. It felt so good having a man on top of her. The scratchy feeling of his chest hairs brushing over her tits and belly drove her wild.
She writhed like a snake over the wrinkled sheets, moving her ass around in frantic circles.
"Oh God! God!" Janice cried.
Billy was rubbing his cock over her belly, slipping one hand under her hips and slowly working her bikini off. In a last moment of panic Janice pressed her ass down hard against the groaning mattress. It would be her last defense.
Billy only laughed at her, kissing her passionately again. Janice realized she was naked, her bikini having been slipped off. Billy rocked to one side, making just enough room between them to strip her, then roll back on top of her.
"Pussy… nice hot pussy," Billy said, his fingers working teasingly, maddeningly over her pussy cunt lips. He was milking the lips, working their rubbery, bloated edges together. Cream started dripping from between them, wetting his fingers. She was bucking frantically against his wonderful hand. Oh, how could she keep her mind?
"Pussy… pussy!!" He gasped as he spread her legs apart.
Lust had taken complete control of Janice now. She flowed with the feeling that surrounded her like scenes from a half-remembered dream.
"Fuck… gonna fuck you good, Janice."
"Fuck," Billy babbled.
Janice smoothed her fingertips over Billy's broad shoulders. Her fingers trailed down his back. She closed her eyes, drinking in every sensation she could. She felt a wave of happy surrender lift her from the bed. Her hips rolled against Billy's crotch while she moved her greasy cuntal cleft back and forth over the stud's dick.
"Shit, you keep doin' that and I'm gonna shoot," Billy warned.
Janice couldn't help herself. She tried to stop moving her body, tried to keep her ass from wriggling all over the bed and bunching up. But the throbbing beat in her cunt was too much to stand. Her cuntal walls spasmed, buckling from the rising sexual heat. Searing throbs of pleasure passed through her pussy.
"Just relax… relax and nothin's gonna hurt you," Billy said.
Janice wanted to believe him. But the voices of her mother and aunt echoed in her brain. She nodded, tears starting to seep from her eyes. She turned her face away, embarrassed by her own futile fears. It was something every woman had to go through. There would be pain. But after that all the pleasures in the world waited for her.
Billy spread her cunt lips. His movements were slow and gentle. Janice closed her eyes, her mind riveted on her pussy. She pushed her knees a little farther apart. She bore down, trying in her own way to force her virgin fuck hole open for cock. In the background she could hear some disco music coming from somewhere outside. The beat was in time to the pulsing in her snatch.
"It won't hurt," Billy whispered.
Janice sucked in a deep breath and held it, tensing every muscle as she waited for the initial cock thrust that would tear her childhood innocence away from her forever.
Janice nodded as Billy looked down at her, tightening his grip around her waist. She felt his legs tensing, pinning hers more firmly to the sagging mattress while his body shivered with anticipation. He was going to pop her cherry now. The sensitive flesh of her pussy throbbed against his cock head. Janice's clit throbbed as his fat cock came closer. Her cunt was too sensitive to take a direct touch. For a second the blonde wondered if she were going to wet herself in excitement.