The Touch - Sex Stories

The Touch

... knees in front of her. He slid his hands up the insides of her thighs as she shuddered and let out a gasp of fear, almost a sob. “I’m not going to hurt you.” he said, kissing her belly button. “Just the opposite.” He kissed the top of her wispy pubic hair. “Please stop this!” she begged him. “Please? I’m only seventeen!” “I know.” he said. “You’re seventeen, a Junior at Franklin High, and this is further than you’ve ever gone in your life.” “Please?” she begged. “Please let me go! I’ve changed my mind about this whole thing!” “Do you believe me?” he asked. “Do you believe me when I say I have the power to make anyone do anything I want?” “Of course I do” she sobbed. “You’re holding me here, open like this, and all I want to do is get dressed and go home!” “You believe I can make you want what I’m about to do next?” “Oh, God, please, please don’t do anything to me! I don’t want you to change me at all!” “Nor do I want to.” he said, gently. “I want to have you just like this. And I am going to have you like this. You’re my reluctant little sex doll, and any embarrassment you feel is just going to increase both our pleasure!” He let out a stream of air over her pussy lips, and she began crying for real, knowing that his mouth was going to soon follow, and she was right. She felt an amazing liquid touch lick up the whole length of her slit, and her sobs turned into moans as his tongue found her clit and made several small circles around it. Her belly heaved as she grew more ...

... and more excited as he continued his tongue lashing, and soon her hips were bucking into his mouth as he thrust his tongue deeply into her. She soon began bucking her hips into his mouth as he was lapping her, meeting each of the strokes of his tongue with eager anticipation. Just as she was about to come, she felt him stop and get up. “Wha… Why did you stop?” she asked, trying to control her breathing. “What are you doing?” He could hear the alarm in her voice as she saw him drop his boxers to the floor, exposing his cock to her once more. This time, she wasn’t seeing it from the side; she was looking at it head on, and much closer than she had been before. “No, please.” she begged. “No more, please don’t do anything else to me! I just want to go home.” “I already told you, I’m not making you do any of this.” he said. He sat on the couch next to her, and turned to kiss her on the lips again. “You know what you want. You know what you want to do next. I’m just going to let you do it. Go ahead and do it now.” She moaned in denial, but she was moving on the couch, moving to straddle him as she reached down and took his cock in hand. Their kiss continued as she put it between her legs, rubbing it back and forth over her slit until he was seated at the opening to her body. “Please? I’m still a virgin.” she begged. “Please make me stop this.” “Anne, do you really want me to impose my will on yours?’ he asked, fondling her breasts. He could feel her rocking her hips back and forth, ...