Justin moved one of his hands slowly around her narrow hips. Smoothing his fingers around her flat tummy, he finally curled them under her cotton-sheathed pussy mound. Ginny gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she felt the pressure of his fingers against her pussy.
He knew what he was doing. He'd done this sort of thing before. He knew how a woman was built, what she needed to feel good. And he was doing it!
Ginny groaned, her head falling back, her long blonde hair sweeping over her lower back. His finger was pushing the cotton up into her virgin cunt, sopping up the juices that flowed from her velvety smooth pussy walls.
"Ohhh, oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned.
She could no longer lie. Whatever he was going to do to her, she wanted. Ginny dragged in air to feed her lungs. His hipbones gouged against hers. She could feel the brushing of his cock up and down against her belly. She could feel the brush of his balls, as well. She wanted to look at his prick, to touch it. Did she dare ask? Was there something wrong in being curious? How was a girl supposed to act the first time she fucked? Ginny sucked in her pouting lower lip and chewed down hard. She wished she'd listened to those fast girls more. Her mother had warned her against them, telling Ginny that nice, decent girls just didn't do "it". But now the girl found herself in the position of wanting to get fucked so bad that she could cry. And Ginny was afraid she would do something stupid.
"Oh, baby!" the boy groaned.
So, far, so good. Justin was obviously turned on to what she was doing.
"Come on. Feel me up. I wanna feel those fingers grabbing my cock."
Ginny nearly fainted with the realization of what was happening. She was supposed to be in world history class upstairs, talking about the last exam. And here she was in the gym department, feeling a guy's prick. Wow, what would Cindy say when she told her?
She tried to quiet the tremble in her hand. She felt the backs of her fingers brushing down against the thick hairs on Justin's chest. She felt his ribs heaving up and down with the great puffs of air he took. Her fingers slipped down a little farther.
"Gonna fuck you long and slow and deep," Justin whispered.
"Long… slow… deep."
Ginny swallowed hard, a pulse leaping at her throat. Just the thought of something like that made her clit throb. He was standing there quietly, his hands resting on her ass cheeks. At times he rubbed the cotton material up against her asshole again. But now he was concentrating on her reaction to his prick.
"Come on, feel it. You're gonna dig it! My cock is gonna drive you nuts."
"Uhhhhh."
The dim play of light across his chest hair excited her. He was so male, hairy, so strong. And she was so naked, so tiny and thin. The comparison of their bodies excited Ginny even more. A scary kind of thrill excited her. She could scream, of course. But who would hear her? There wouldn't be anyone down here for at least another twenty minutes. Justin had told her that, and there was no reason why she shouldn't believe it. He could do all sorts of things to her in those twenty minutes.
"Justin," she whispered the second her fingers brushed into his cock hairs. In another moment Ginny found herself touching his prick. Instinctively the girl drew her hand away, as if she'd touched a live burner.
"No, come on, touch my cock, rub it up, feel my prick baby. Come on and feel what's gonna be goin' through you in a few seconds."
His voice was soft but insistent. There was no mistaking the way he was holding her. Swallowing hard again, Ginny opened her tight fist, trying to curl her fingers around his big hot cock. She couldn't! His prick shaft was so big, so thick, she couldn't get her hand around it. His cock had to be at least two inches thick. No, he couldn't be thinking of fucking her with that monster. A more experienced girl might be able to take that, but not her!
"Uhhhhhh, that's it, baby, rub it up. Man, it's real good and when you touch my cock like that."
Justin had closed his eyes, and was making funny grunting sounds. She felt his body sway heavily against hers. In a way Ginny was surprised at the way a guy's cock felt. Pushing away her fears of fucking for the second, the girl concentrated on the touch of Justin's prick. It was hard, really hard and stiff all around. But, the outer skin seemed a little flexible. When she jacked his prick flesh up and down, Justin groaned more loudly, pressing his hipbones against hers while rubbing the cotton of her briefs up into her shifter. That made Ginny more excited, gasping out cries of delight.
Toward the end of his prick flared out, to form an arrow-shaped head. Juice or something was oozing from his cock tip, wetting down her fingers. Ginny could feel her own juices seeping from her hot hairy fuck hole and guessed it was about the same reaction. A hot shock that Justin was feeling the same thing made her quiver with lust.
"Man, oh, man!" he groaned.
Ginny guessed his cock was a little over eight inches, maybe nine or ten. In any case it seemed to belong between a donkey's hindquarters and not between a man's legs. The girl wondered if there were some women who couldn't be fucked very deep. Maybe she was one of those, and he'd hurt her with his hard, hot prick trying to get it all the way in.
"Oh, don't, Justin!"
"Don't tell me you don't want it. Christ, you're burnin' up so much, I'm surprised jour fuckin' panties haven't caught fire!"
"No, don't say things like that!"
He was getting dirty, telling things that both offended and excited her.
"It feels good?" she asked, her lips so dry, she could hardly speak.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!"
Ginny wasn't thinking about what she was doing. How could she? Her hands seemed to know what to do. How odd. She fondled Justin's balls, feeling the shape and heat of them through the thin skin. They were so big and hot and leathery. Ginny thought about what she'd learned about them, about how much white cum they held, and about how those powerful cock muscles shot out spurts of jizz when the man was excited enough. She was going to find out about this first-hand. Ginny squeezed them, rolling his balls against themselves. Justin's breathing caught. She sighed finally, rubbing one hand through his curly hair. Ginny was trying to act a little cool, a little sophisticated.
"Oh, baby, baby," he sighed.
Justin was holding her more tightly, kissing her neck and shoulders. They were walking back together toward along couch to one side of the chair she'd been sitting in. Ginny felt her naked feet sliding over the papers she'd been shuffling through. The teen smiled. Justin hadn't really cared about those plays after all.
They fell backward onto the couch. Ginny heard the springs below groaning and thought the piece of furniture would collapse under their double weight.
"Oh, no, no!" she gasped.
She felt her spine pressing against the cool brown leather of the cushions. She felt him slip one thigh over hers. He was fumbling around, unfastening her bra, pulling it from her body. How good and free it was to have her big tits resting naked on her chest. Justin drew back, admiring her tits, then let out a long, low whistle. He moved his hands inward, his fingers cupping her lush tits.
"Been thinking about this for a long time. I've seen your tits bobbin' up and down against those tight sweaters you wear. Never thought I'd have'em in my hands this soon, though."
He bent down, stray strands of his dark hair falling over his forehead. In a moment Ginny felt his lips cupping around one of her stiff nipples. It was the weirdest feeling she'd had in a long time. A guy was actually sucking her nipples. She felt his lips caressing her sore, tender tit-tips, his tongue rubbing over the hard flesh. At the same time, Justin was squeezing her tits with one hand, drawing the flesh together while nibbling her tit-tip. Ginny felt her cunt explode in a myriad of bright sensations. Arching her spine, she pushed the back of her head against the cushions flailing her legs against the cushions, the young teenage girl yammered for mercy. Oh, oh, just having him suck her nipples that way was driving her up the wall. A steady, pulsing beat began in her clit, driving its way through her body.
"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.
"Uhhhhh, no, no, help, oh, God!"
He'd struck her again. As she trembled, terrified of this young stud overpowering her, Justin had raised his right hand again, and he brought it down hard in a broad arcing sweep.
She had watched his lips pull back across his teeth while his fingers whistled through the air. The sound of the slap and her quavering, outcry were muffled by the thickness of the office walls.
"Shut up!"
But Ginny refused, yelling her head off while more tears flooded from her eyes. She could hardly believe this. What had begun as a romantic bit of excitement was now turning into a horror show.
"No, I won't. Oh, God, somebody, anybody – uhhhhhh!"
Another blow, this time with his knuckles bruising her chin and cutting off the remaining words of her cry. Stunned into a sobbing hysteria, Ginny twisted her face away from the young athlete, her thoughts a confused jumped of fear and pain.