"God – man, man, suckin' tit. Suckin' your tit!"
Justin smacked his lips, then moved his head to the left and dropped back down once more. In a second his lips had engulfed her other nipple. He was making wet, sucking sounds as he nipped and bit at her tender tit-tip. And the magic things he was doing with his tongue, sanding her across tit-tip, driving it around and around in tiny circles, while all the time squeezing her tit. Ginny twisted to the left, then to the right, her long blonde hair matting against her dampened cheeks and forehead. Beads of perspiration dotted her flesh while Justin kept sucking tit.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed.
He was fully on top of her now. His fingers were clutching at the underside of her cunt mound. They divided the naked crack beneath the soaked cotton and pushed deep. Ginny sucked in a breath. Digging her chin into his broad shoulders, the girl tried to squirm away from his probing fingers. She was afraid he'd be fucking her soon after he'd dragged her cotton panties off. Justin was so heavy, so insistent. She knew lie wanted to get her panties off now to fuck her. Yet no matter how much the girl wanted to feel his prick inside her, still the thought of having something that big and hard fucking her frightened Ginny to death. Fucking. It had such a dangerous sound, that word. Dangerous and yet so very, very exciting.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!"
Justin was still fumbling with her panties, his fingers pulling down. Ginny could feel the elastic rubbing up against her thighs. He was smoothing his hands along her legs, drawing them down to her knees, then sliding them back up until they were caressing her ass cheeks again. Ginny was going wild. His cock had slipped a little lower now, almost under her cunt mound. She could feel it. She had soaked her panty crotch with hot juice while he pumped his prick against the crack. Yes, she could tell where the crown of his cock head was. It was shoving up the fluffy cotton material up between her cunt lips.
"Ohhhh, baby, could rub up against you all the time. But I got better things than dry fuckin' you."
And now she could feel the big athlete sliding his hands under her panties once more, this time sliding them over her ass cheeks. He grabbed her ass cheeks in both hands, his palms burning her flesh. Ginny moaned, finding herself hunching her cunt up against his prick. His fingers were pulling her ass cheeks apart while the fingernails bit into her shitter. He spread her ass cheeks as widely apart as they could go. The resulting tension made her inner cunt lips un-stick sexily.
Ginny felt another sexy ripple of delight rush through her pussy. The tickle between her thighs was good, so good. When he was hunching up against her, Ginny teased her cunt mound away from Justin, letting him just graze her tender tingling clit. She guessed it was something like a man's cock. Her pussy felt so slick and wet. She'd let Justin push her thighs apart and now she couldn't be sure what had happened to her panties. They were still on, but her pussy had become so slick, so hot. The rub of his cock head seemed to real.
Curious, Ginny slipped one hand down again to find out. She touched his cock shaft and balls, finally finding the steamy drenched place where her cunt lips had been mashed to the right.
"Oh, nooooooo!" she gasped.
"Come on, Ginny. You didn't think. I wasn't going to fuck you?"
"No, don't, not yet. Oh, please!"
Justin's hot cock head was actually touching her cunt. His slick prick tip was gliding up and down the feathery delta of her pussy. Ginny shivered with both fear and excitement. Why was it so exciting to know that his stiff cock was so close to her cherry?
"No, I won't – won't let you touch it! No, don't!"
Somehow she'd managed to get one hand down between their grinding hips. Moving her fingers around, she tried to pull the narrow crotch band of cotton back over her cunt. The material was wet with her, own juices. She couldn't get a good grip on her panties. The soaked cotton slipped again and again from her hand.
"Oh, yeahhhh, real nice," the boy breathed in her ear.
Justin's cock gouged steadily, greedily at her. His arms were tightly wrapped around her body now, forcing his thighs against hers. It was almost impossible for her to move her wrist now between their sweaty bodies.
"Justin, no, listen to me."
His open mouth was wet and hungry at her neck. She felt her chin slicked down. Desperately she tried turning her face. Justin caught her head with both hands and smothered her protests with a tonguing kiss. It was hard for her to breathe, made nearly impassible now by that tongue burrowing all the way in her mouth. Spit bubbled up around the corners of her lips, drooling down her chin as she fought back frantically. The backs of her heels dragged along the leather couch. She could hear her sweat-dampened flesh squealing along the cushions as Justin began sliding his cock along her cunt crack. He was going to fuck her, force himself into her, and there was little she could do to stop him!
"Nooo!" she screamed.
Justin was trying to slide down now. He was trying to change the angle of his prick with her cunt. Ginny knew immediately why. Letting out a cry, tearing her mouth from his, the teen curled her fingers into two tight fists, and began beating at his back. She moved her legs around, driving her heels against the backs of his powerful legs. He had found that narrow, shallow spot where she knew her cunt mouth lay hidden.
"Damn it, oh, God, please, stop it, Justin! No not here, not…"
"Damn it, lay still!"
No, she wouldn't. Frantically the girl began twisting her body around, managing to slide her hands up and press hard against his chest. When Justin refused to take this hint and began seriously changing his style for the initial fuck-thrust, Ginny panicked and scratched his right cheek with her long fingernails.
"Damn!" he bellowed.
Almost instantly he reared back, his cock slipping away from her cunt hole. Ginny blinked her eyes, staring up at the long marks, red and deep against his tanned flesh. Justin rubbed his fingers over the injured flesh to check for blood. There was none, but still the anger in his eyes burned like a hellish flame. Once more, Ginny felt frightened. But this time it was for her own physical safety.
"Damn it! You didn't have to push me this far, Ginny."
"What – I – uhhhhhhhh!"
The blow came suddenly, unexpectedly, his hand slamming hard against her right cheek. A rush of air escaped over her front teeth and her head snapped violently to the left, her hair splashing over her flushed face. Ginny felt the hot marks of his fingers against her flesh. No one, not even her mother in anger, had ever hit her. She had been Daddy's girl before he'd died five years ago. And now this near stranger had struck her hard across the face, bringing salty hot tears to her eyes.
"Justin, oh, why?"
He paused for a second, examining his knuckles for bruises from that last blow.
"'Cause I got tired of this frightened virgin shit you're trying to pull."
Ginny blinked away the tears, rubbing one away from under her eye.
"It's no act. Please, just let me go and I won't tell anybody about this."
But Justin was still on top of her, his legs pinning hers to the couch cushion. Ginny was aware of the heavy beat of her heart. Her gaze moved down to his hands. Justin was rubbing his fingers together, a cruel smile crossing his thin lips.