Cookie Dough and the No - Sex Stories

Cookie Dough and the No

... back was to Jesse. But her arms were now crossed in front of her body. He had total control. "Jesse, let's talk about this," she said as she squirmed more. Jesse had gone quiet though. In the silence Sam realized that there were new developments. Hard developments. And they were pressing against her skirt in the back. Uh oh. "Jesse ...," she squeaked as he pushed her into the counter pressing his body against hers. The prominence jutting out from his jeans finding that crease in her skirt. "This is a bad idea Jesse. It was just for fun. Right? Ha ha! We're even right?" Still leaning against her he had bent down and nuzzled her neck. "Steve will be home soon Jesse. You remember your brother right?" She could feel the change. The air was different and he was slowly rocking against her as she tried to find words to stop this. She realized he had let go of one of her arms but she still couldn't move it. He had trapped it under her other one. What is he doing? And then she felt his hand touch her thigh and slowly start to move up her leg. Squirming even more she tried to push him off with her ass and quickly realized that was probably a terrible way to diffuse the situation. She heard a little chuckle as he moved his hand higher. It was under her skirt now. "Oh shit" He slowly ran a finger along the waistline of her panties. She could feel him throbbing behind her. His finger traced down and across the fabric between her legs. "We can't do this!" she exclaimed profusely. His ...

... response was to bite her earlobe and nibble down her neck. And then his hand was gone from her panties. That's when she heard the zip of his pants. His hand was fumbling around and then she felt the poke against her skirt. "Jesse, let's just slow down, " she pleaded, "your brother will kill us if he comes home right now." "No." "No what?" "No more talking, " he said quietly as he lifted her skirt up to her hips exposing her panty clad ass. He placed a hand on her back and she allowed herself to be bent over onto the counter. Sam was not sure why she was obeying. He rubbed his tip up and down her crease before he reached over and pulled her waistband down. She tried wiggling a little more but stopped when she felt his shaft pressed against her crack. He arched his hips back allowing his tip to slide downward. "Jesse - I'm not wet. You can't just shove that thing inside me." "Shhhh." Sam was nervous. She didn't think he'd even fit inside her. She realized he'd let go of both hands. Then she felt it. He'd grabbed the cooking oil and poured it at the top of her ass. She could feel it running between her cheeks. Why would he? Oh shit. "Jesse! What are you ..." and then she felt his tip poised and pushing on her other opening. He reached up and locked fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. "Where is my tip?" "Jesse you know where it is!" "Tell me" "Fine. It's on my ass. Jesse I'm not really - Oh!." she exclaimed as he roughly pushed inside her. Insider her where she wouldn't even ...