Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4 - Sex Stories

Julie’s Subway Abduction Pt. 4

"Oh fuck—what are you doing!" Julie wailed as her back arched up from the bed violently. Against her screaming brain, her body was betraying her. She was pushing her cunt closer to her captor's mouth, helping him feast on her gushing juices. His beard scratched her inner thighs as he took a great, big lick right up to her clit. All the while, the man's long arm was reaching up, over her body, against one of her big tits, so the man could fasten one of his strong hands right around her neck.

A hand around her throat and a voracious mouth going to town on her virgin cunt, Julie didn't dare move.

"Eating your pussy the way you need, slut," the man growled in response, before resuming his meal of schoolgirl pussy juice. "You're soaked, baby,” he informed her, taking another lick. "Delicious."

"I'm not—fuck!" Julie shrieked, her protestations cut short by the intense pleasure of being eaten out for the very first time in her life. It felt too good to be stuck like this, on her back, having her pussy tongued and prodded. The man had yanked her panties to the side to get at her slit. Her skirt was bunched at her waist, and her school blouse was still torn open, leaving Julie's braless tits free and exposed in the utter darkness of the room.

As the man lapped her cunt emphatically, the only discomfort Julie felt in her body was from her panties. The man had yanked them to the side, causing them to twist and bunch up. Julie felt like she was trying on one of her skinny ...

... girlfriend's thongs, like the skimpy string was cutting into her plush thigh.

But the discomfort of that—and of sweating against her torn-open school blouse—was drowned out by how amazing it was to have this man tonguing at her dripping schoolgirl pussy.

It was even better than the older girls at school had let on. Maybe they had had inexperienced boys licking them, Julie thought. But this was a man. He was consuming her without hesitation. It was like his tongue knew just where to touch to send earthquakes up through Julie's cunt and clit.

"Good girl, honey," he snarled as he lapped up her juices. "Spread those thighs. Give me that honey." One of his hands was digging into Julie's thigh, inches from her slit. She could feel his fingertips grasping hard enough that she was sure he'd bruise her. He took her labia between his lips and sucked.

"Please don't—oh, no, pleaaaase!" Her voice squealed pathetically. She felt herself doing just what he had commanded. She was parting her legs for him. She was offering herself to him. How could she not with the way he was digging his tongue into her depths, slurping out her essence, and dancing his tongue all over her clit?

But, no, she needed this to stop this horrible act. She reached for the man's head, feeling waves or curls of hair—the near-perfect dark of the room left her unsure of exactly what she was touching. But no sooner had she touched his head did the man's free hand leap into action, like a spring-loaded trap, ...