Her body trembled as his lips caressed the lush contours of her hard-nippled tits, exploring the rounded curves and savoring the taste of her skin in places where no one had ever been before. She realized that the upper part of her body was naked, completely exposed to his vision, to his touch, and to his kisses. And while the thought would have horrified her a few short moments before, she found that it excited her now, raising the temperature of her body to the fever level and beyond.
Rivulets of perspiration formed in her armpits and in the hollow of her throat, rolling down her body, titillating the skin in their path and wetting Lionel's long blond hair. His face was buried in the valley between the swollen mountains of her boobs. He inhaled deeply of the delicate fragrance of her body as he kissed and licked the smooth skin.
Her nipples were so hard that they ached. The sensation was almost more than she could bear and her body thrashed feverishly about on the bed, her legs scissoring apart and together as though she was swimming. The frantic movements brought her skirt riding high up around her waist, but she was completely unaware of her dishabille, all thought lost in the rushing wave of never-before-felt pleasure that Lionel's adroit lips and fingers were bringing her.
Then suddenly, Lionel's head was hovering over the pink capped tips of her white marshmallow-soft tits. He blew his hot breath across the quivering face of one puckered red nipple for a moment, bathing it in the heat of his passion.
Then, snaking his tongue out quickly, he licked at the rubbery nubbin. Connie gasped as the pointy tip of his tongue traced a wet little circle around the rosy disc of her aureole. The turgid center of her nipple stood up bard and firm, forming a rosy cylinder half an inch across and, three quarters of an inch long at the crest of her snowy-white tit.
Lionel licked the quivering pink button slowly, working the tip of his moist tongue around the stiff knob until it was completely coated with his glistening saliva. Then, parting his lips, he took the thick wet nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on the soft erection and sweeping across its surface with the broad blade of his tongue. Connie groaned in uncontrollable pleasure, all thought of stopping him forgotten in the hot tingling rush of passion which enveloped her.
Lionel's hands were cupping her breasts tenderly and holding them up for his lips which moved from one nipple to the other, kissing, sucking, and nipping gently at the puckered morsels. He allowed, the tip of his tongue to trail wetly across the satiny surface of her tits. The little animal sounds of pleasure that were bubbling from her lips pleased him and brought his prick to palpitating erection. He felt the thick rod of flesh straining inside his tight jeans.
As he licked and sucked at her nipples, he let one of his hands stray casually across the flat plane of her belly. Connie could feel his fingertips working their electric magic on her bare skin, making it ripple and undulate to his touch. Her hips were rolling about on the mattress, as though trying, by moving quickly, to cool the ardor which was building in her pussy.
Lionel's fingers encountered the material of her short miniskirt, bunched uselessly up around her waist. He moved his hand quickly across the wrinkled garment, slowing when he made contact with the crisp white lace of her panties. He could feel the soft cushion of her pubic hair through the flimsy garment, his fingers stroking the furry mound of her sex idly as he continued rolling her nipples around in his teeth and lips. Carefully, so he wouldn't break the mood, he worked the tips of his fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties, sliding his hand across the smooth white skin of her flat little belly.
Connie gasped when she felt his hand inside her panties. He was just inches away from her cunt, about to violate the privacy of her body – a privacy that she had vowed to maintain. Not even the haze created by the scotch that she had imbibed could dull her to the knowledge of what would happen if she didn't act quickly. My God, she thought, I'm about to lose my virginity to this long-haired dope pusher. And I'm not even putting up a fight.
The realization galvanized her to action. She snapped her long shapely legs together and wriggled away from his exploring hand. At the same time she tangled her fingers in his long blond hair in an attempt to pull him away from her swollen tits and turgid nipples. "Stop," she said. "This has gone far enough." She tried to twist away from him, to free herself from his lascivious grasp.
But Lionel held her tight, refusing to relinquish his grip on her naked tit. His mouth worked hard at restoring the excitement that she had obviously been feeling a moment before. He whipped his tongue swiftly back and forth across the still-distended pink nipples and the soft warm mounds of her breasts.
She was quickly bringing her passion under control, becoming more and more successful at conquering the lingering desire to let him go on kissing and petting her. Her body had betrayed her, allowing its bestial lusts to temporarily overpower her sense of morality, but she had come to her senses now and would fight him with everything that she had.
But Lionel was stronger than she realized. His lips continued to work at her tits, kissing them tenderly and gently. And his hands held her in a grip of iron, holding her body down and pinning her arms at her sides.
The little cock-tease, he thought. She likes to play but won't go all the way. Welt maybe she can get away with that shit with the boys from Connecticut, but this is the big city. I'll teach the little cunt a lesson she'll never forget.
Pressing his lips roughly against hers, he silenced the cries of protest that she was uttering. Then, with a quick movement of his hand, he tore the lacy panties from her crotch, exposing her cunt suddenly to the warm muggy air of his apartment. When he had torn the wisp of lace from her, he held it to his nose inhaling the pungent spicy aroma of her excitement. She's hot to trot, he thought. She wants to get laid. In spite of what she says. Maybe she's just putting up a fight so she won't have to feel guilty when it's over.
Well, that was all right with him. He would humor her. He would play her little game of "rape me" if that's what she wanted. If rough stuff is what turns her on, he thought, then I'll play rough.
When she turned her head, trying to break from his kiss, he bit roughly into her lip. Connie grunted in pain, the salty taste of her own blood filling her mouth. Lionel's hands were becoming rougher, too. He mauled her tits now, squeezing and kneading them in his fingers, pinching and rolling the still-swollen buds of her inflamed nipples between thumb and forefinger.
With his other hand he rubbed her cunt roughly, inserting one finger stiffly between the moist tender lips of her virgin pussy. She continued to fight him, rolling her hips away from his touch and protesting constantly, with muffled grunts of anger and pain. But Lionel ignored her protests, his fingers searching deliberately in the curling jungle of her pubic hair for the entrance to her vulva. Her pussy lips flowered open to his touch, revealing the sticky wetness of her internal cuntal membranes. Gently running his finger up and down the fluid length of her drooling slit, he carried a drop of the warm moisture to the little hood of folded membrane which sheathed her clit. The little desire button was hard and erect and he rubbed it roughly with the calloused tip of one finger.
Then, with a quick movement of his other hand, he opened his fly, freeing his stiff cock from the painful confinement of his tight jeans. Connie's blood froze at the sound of his zipper opening. "No, no, no, no, no," she tried to say, but his lips, still pressing against her own, muffled the words and made them sound like grunts of pleasure. Nothing could stop him now.
She tried to hold her thighs together, but Lionel pulled them roughly apart, letting go of her arms to use both of his hands. As he mounted her, she drummed his back with her fists. But he ignored her, concentrating all his effort on prying her legs apart. Then, crawling between them, he pinned her to the mattress with the full weight of his body. His cock jutted obscenely from the gaping fly at the front of his pants and he jabbed insistently at her with it, trying to locate the slimy opening of her pussy.