"Teaser in torment" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER THREE

Someone banging on my door woke me up. Not just a knock. Banging. And a man's voice. Not Scott, the house detective… thank God. I glanced at the dark window and rubbed my eyes.

"Just a minute…" My nighty swished around my ankles as I staggered sleepily to the door. With the chain in place I figured I was safe. Anyhow, no one would try anything too weird in a luxury hotel, would they? Peeking out, I saw a bare-chested buy with blond hair and cut-off jeans. He was holding a half-full glass and looked slightly bombed.

"Party down the hall," he said, taking in the lacey edges of my gown. "Want to go?"

"I don't think so."

"I'm as safe as your brother," the guy said, holding up two fingers. "Boy Scout honor!" He rattled the ice cubes in his glass. "Name's Chris. My boat's ashore for repairs so I'm a landlubber tonight. Come on and go with me to the party."

His smile was awful nice. "I'm in bed. I'd have to dress…"

"No you don't," he laughed. "You're with me. If anybody so much as lays a hand on you, I'll make 'em walk the plank."

There was something honest and crazy and very nice about his manner. He didn't seem the type to be too pushy. I undid the chain and stepped into the hall.

"Maybe just for a little while."

"That's great, come on." He snugged an arm around my waist in a way that seemed comfortable. I let him guide me down to a room where a lot of noise and music was coming from. I peeked around the corner before going right in. And I saw why Chris had urged me not to bother dressing. Two other women were wearing nightgowns and there were as many weird outfits as I had fingers and toes. The ages of the partygoers was pretty varied, too. Chris pulled me proudly alongside him. Nobody was bothering getting introduced. I smelled something kinda funny, like burning leaves. As we passed one couple, someone handed Chris a funny looking cigarette. He put it to his lips and sucked. My mind spun when I realized what it was.

"Have… a… toke?" he said, forcing the words out a little at a time shook my head. "Aw, go ahead. One won't turn you into a pumpkin!" I had to laugh at this. And when I looked around at the other smokers, no one seemed to be freaking out or any thing.

"Maybe just one." I put the twisted end to my lips and took a little smoke into my lungs. It was hot and got me to coughing. We drifted towards another part of the worn. Chris got me a beer and watched me smiling as I sipped to cool my throat.

"God, I didn't know I'd luck out like this when I knocked on your door."

I smiled and lowered my lashes. "I shouldn't have come really. I don't know anyone here."

"You know me." He touched a hand to the side of my head. He held out the joint again, and I took it from him without thinking.

"No, I shouldn't have anymore of this."

"Another toke'll put us on the same wave length," Chris said. His blond hair was curled in wild tangles at the tops of his shoulders. He was awful good-looking. I wasn't sure I could take the dunce of being on the same wave length as he was. But I sucked a little more of the smoke into my throat anyway and chased it with a beer.

"I have to go back pretty soon," I said over the noise of the mimic. A few couples were making a try at dancing. Chris handed the joint to someone who was passing by, and then looked hard at me.

"Eighteen?" he guessed. I was going to let him think that but the smoke was doing funny things to my reasoning. What did it matter if I was eighteen?

"Eighteen," I whispered and then giggled for no reason at all. I giggled again. I felt swimmy and strange inside. It was a good feeling. So good that it scared me a little.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Something wrong?" Everything babbled around us. Were all those people high like I was? The giggles came again and I put a hand over my mouth. "I guess I'm too young for you, aren't I?" Chris looked maybe thirty. Maybe.

"Darlin', you are the sweetest, prettiest thing I've seen all summer."

"But summer is just barely beginning," I said and started laughing again.

Chris let me lean against him. Wow, was I feeling strange. I swallowed some beer to see if it would get my legs back under me again. Chris' hand was rubbing my waist. Slowly. Up and down. Felt so good. So sweet. Chris was a nice guy. Chris felt like a brother. I liked Chris.

"I like you, Chris," I babbled, leaning my head against his shoulder. Nice Chris. He was kissing my hair. Was there anything wrong with him doing that? I finally decided that there wasn't. The lights were so dim. Somebody turning them that way. The music was slow now. Chris was swaying with me in his arms.

"I'm glad you're holding me up," I sighed. I could feel his muscled chest. God, he was naked!

No, just bare-chested. I'd forgotten about his cut-off jeans. So funny… everything so funny. Chris so warm. Only that flimsy gown between my tits and him…

"You're lovely," he whispered. "Smell so good."

"You smell good, too," I said back. How long had I known this guy? He felt so comfortable, so… comfortable. His chest rubbed the nipples of my tits and I felt them pushing out against the silk of my gown. He would feel them, too. That would embarrass me. Why had I even come with him in my nightgown?

"I'd better go back to my room," I managed to say. I was suddenly afraid, afraid of the dim lights and the strangers and Chris' fingers petting the outward swell of my ass. As we danced, his foot covered mine and we stopped. I could feel his toes tickling me.

"Sure you wouldn't like another beer or something?"

"No… I'd better go back. Please take me back!"

Chris sensed the fear in my voice. He headed me towards the door. I could barely walk and clung with both hands around his body. The stiff nap of the hall rug ate at the bottoms of my feet. After smoking that grass, the sensation was a thousand times more intense than I'd ever experienced. Halfway to my room, the tendrils of tingling pleasure shooting up my legs became so overpowering that I sagged, felt my knees give way.

"You okay?" Chris said, pressing me up against the wall so he could hold me up.

"Would you… please… carry me?"

"Sure baby, no sweat." He hooked a hand behind my knees and an arm under my back. He looked down at my tits as he walked. The nipples were making the silk gown poke up like two tiny volcanoes.

I guess he got my door open without putting me down. We entered the darkened worn.

"I thought you were gonna pass out on me," he laughed, hands at my waist.

"Thanks for bringing me. I guess I'll see you sometime."

I wasn't planning it. Maybe Chris wasn't either. But I knew he was bending his head down to mine, and when his lips brushed my chin, I almost fainted. My pussy throbbed like a little bomb and I felt a trickle of my cunt butter make a hot line down the inside of one thigh as Chris embraced my ass-cheeks with his hands, grinding my body up against his cock-stretched shorts. I could feel that swollen prick of his as it rubbed across the fur of my cunt-mound. His tongue lashed hungrily between my teeth and I moaned. Our kiss was wet and sloppy and too good to stop. I threw my arms around his neck and clung there when he started to break it off. His fingers had pushed the silk gown between the plump halves of my ass.

"What's your name anyway?" he laughed. "I really must be screwed up not to find out your name."

"Robyn…"

"Robyn… Robyn…" He pushed me backwards to the bed. I fell across it and Chris fell beside me. I seemed to have lost all control. When his hands pushed my gown up, I gasped like a crazy person and let him search between the heat of my thighs.

"Don't… don't do anything to me… don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you? I wouldn't hurt you." His finger brushed my silken pussy curls apart and I felt him snick open the plumpness of my cunt-lips. I closed my legs tight against his hand.

"NO! Please leave me alone now… please!"

Chris held my head between his hands and started feasting slowly on my lips. The kisses were so teasing… so light… so wet…

"Noooo… ohhhh God… what are… you… doing… to… me!" With his tongue, he asked for mine. I gave it to him and he sucked it hungrily between his teeth. My pussy was streaming juice. When I moved my legs on the bed, the wet folds smacked and I could smell the delicate musk from my cunt perfuming the worn. Chris thrust a hand down between my thighs again and this time I couldn't resist opening for him. He massaged my clit very softly, urging it up from its hood. I grunted and began to move my hips. I felt as weak and helpless as a kitten. The gown came off over my shoulders and I flopped back on the bed.

"Ohhh… what… are… you… going… to…"

"Fuck you," he breathed. The word sounded beautiful. But I felt the sharp fear, too. My mind fought to surface from the dreamy, hot flood of sensations.

"Don't fuck Robyn," I babbled, my voice like a child's.

"Here… touch me," Chris said.

He put my hand down. His shorts were gone now and I touched something long and thick and hot. I jerked back instinctively but Chris guided my fingers until they surrounded the base of his cock.

"That will make you a woman," he whispered, tickling my ear with his breath.

"Too big… too long."

Chris pulled my arms, made me sit up. He was kneeling before my face and made me touch his cock again. It jutted up from his crotch at an angle. The light from the street below came flickering through the window. I saw the dusky, swollen cock-head. The shaft was hot on my palms. Chris held my head with both hands as he bent to kiss the bridge of my nose. Then one hand dropped to my pussy. I was sitting with both legs straight out on the mattress, toes pointed. He inched open my slit and gingerly rubbed my clit with a fore-finger. My tits rose in the dim light, the nipples spearing upwards. And then as Chris caressed my cunt, he pushed his hips forward.

"Noo!" I gasped as the head of his prick brushed my lips. So soft, it was! Like hot velvet! I started to shake my head, but he jabbed his prick forward again and this time my tongue accidentally wet the smooth barb.

"You want to, Robyn," his voice murmured. "It's the most natural thing in the world to want to do."

"It… it is?" I tried to look up into his face. My eyes wouldn't focus. I felt like I was swimming through molasses. And the way his finger loved my clit… Ohhh, it was unbelievable.

"Robyn… suck me, suck me!"

"Noooo!"

"Robyn, dammit!" He was suddenly kissing me again, his lips petting and tickling. I sucked hungrily at his mouth. I felt so vulnerable, so ravenously hungry for more excitement. My ass worked in circles on the mattress. Then Chris broke off the kiss and pressed his cock up to my face.

"Yes, Robyn."

My mouth came open and closed again. I shook my head. Chris smeared his flared knob over my dun and cheek. For a moment he was almost forcing his cock between my lips. But something inside me bucked and I kicked myself away. He hugged my head against his belly and I found my kisses wetting him there. I pushed my tongue into his navel. It was as, if I really did need to lick or kiss or suck something… but that cock scared me.

"You're shaking all over, honey," he whispered. "I feel so spacy!" Again I drove my tongue into his navel. The spit made a popping sound that excited me. And the light friction there seemed to excite Chris, too. He kept pulling my face harder against his flat muscles, wallowing my teeth back and forth against the taut flesh. He made me grab his cock with both hands. I pumped it weakly, not knowing what be wanted next.

"Won't you try and suck me again?" he begged. He really sounded hard-up.

"I just c-c-can't. I tried, but I just can't. I don't want to, don't you understand?" I started to cry. "Baby, baby… take it easy."

"Oh, I'm so mixed up. I'm high and dizzy and tingling all over."

"That's the general idea," he laughed, pushing my head back. He kissed me softly on the lips and then like before began to shave his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth. Soon I was sucking at it, trying to bite it.

"Just do that with my cock," he whispered, "but not too hard." His humor was lost on me. I felt like two desires were tearing me apart. Now Chris' fingers were playing in my pussy again. I grunted with hot pleasure as his caresses brought the juice flooding out; in a moment or two my hips began to pump against the touching game.

"Nhhuuuuu… honey… ohhhhh, honey!"

"That's it… just let yourself go! Think of my cock in your mouth."

I closed my eyes and tried Chris' suggestion. I would've tried any suggestion. I concentrated on the way he looked down there. The tong, slender hardness, the gracefully curved cock-head. His knob looked like a streamlined mushroom. And there at the tip was that little slitted hole where his cream would bubble out. I kept my eyes tight, thinking of that thing as I felt it with my hands. My slit was being peeled completely open by his finger now and I fucked my slim hips furiously on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you, Robyn," he breathed, pushing himself up over my body. I felt a sudden rush of panic. I writhed wildly, tried to slip from under his crushing weight. But Chris kissed one of my tits, pulled it into his mouth and tongued the nipple until I arched my back up from the mattress and just quivered like someone had stuck me trough the heart with an arrow. The bunting shivers of pleasure left me breathless. And as he sucked that hard, small tit of mine, he tickled the inside of my thigh with his cock-tip.

"I want you, Robyn… really want you!"

His words set off rockets in my head. He wanted me… like I'd seen in the movies. Grown men wanting grown women. But my fear was still strong. I'd been nothing but a tease all my active sexual life. How could I think of a hard, hot cock breaking my cherry. The blood… the pain!

"Noooooo!"

"Yes, Robyn… it has to be!"

"It'll hurt!"

"I'll be careful…"

"It'll split me apart!" I pushed his cock away from my lips completely and twisted on the bed. Chris grabbed me and wrestled me down. His cock bumped my hip and then he slid around so that it smeared my own spit across my tummy.

"God, you it a fine little piece… Jesus Christ… your body!"

"I'm too young. My hole isn't big enough!"

Chris grabbed my wrists and bent them both behind my back. He had a funny smile on his face. I felt so weird. I was stoned and now this guy – a stranger really – was manhandling me something awful.

"Ohhhhhh!" I squealed as he pinned my wrists high on my back and bent his head down to feast on my tits. His teeth edged the small swells. I felt the dainty flesh quiver as he flopped his tongue against a nipple until it was jabbing out rigidly from the dark circle surrounding it.

"I'm going to fuck you…"

"Noo!"

"Fuck you so good you'll never forget it…"

"Noooo!"

"Robyn… baby…" His lips sucked a tit between his teeth and he ate it with loud slurpy sounds. My head flopped weakly to the side. Chris was holding me up, my ass still sitting squarely on the mattress. Then he urged me onto my knees. He wiggled his legs between the arch my thighs made, kept wiggling until his cock was almost directly under my bloomed pussy. Hot drops of my cunt butter splattered down on the purple swell of his tip.

"Lower yourself down, Robyn," he whispered, pulling my wrists.

I shook my head hard. "You'll have to rape me!"

"No I won't." He laughed easily. "No I won't." He held both my wrists with one hand and used the other to press the head of his cock up into my hot pussy folds. Then very gently he worked it back and forth over the button of my clit. A wave of shudders coursed through my body. My knees slid wider on the mattress as the muscles gave way in my thighs. I couldn't hold myself up above him any longer. I was weakening. That hot, smooth cock was luring me, teasing me towards it. Again I felt that other Robyn taking control. I licked my lips like a hungry cat. Spit dribbled from a corner of my mouth. And my knees slid wider, inch by inch, second by second.

"Ohhhh, don't fuck me! Please, Chris… don't."

"You'll feel yourself being spread apart," he breathed, hugging me against him, keeping my wrists pinned tightly together at my back.

"Noooo!"

"My cock will make it all easy," he said. "It's shaped just right to tit into a young girl's cunt!"

"Nhhhuuuu!"

"Here, feel it now!" He moved his hips in a way that bumped my thighs suddenly wider. I felt a pressure against that knotted red spot that protected my insides from cocks.

"Ohhhhh, it's going to break!"

"Not yet… you're like all virgins. Wanting to protect that silly little piece of flesh…"

"It's wrong… to fuck… like… this!" I could hardly talk. Chris was tickling my clit with his pinky as he rubbed the glossy dome of his prick against my cherry, stretching it, poking at it.

"I can tell you're tight and hot and wet inside!" Chris kissed my neck hungrily. It was hard to talk. My mouth felt sluggish and swollen. Then he was kissing my mouth, giving me his tongue. I couldn't help but suck the jabbing thing between my teeth and whimper.

That was when Chris pulled down on my wrists, jabbed up with his hips. There was the feeling of a tear. It wasn't really a sound, though I thought I heard something. It was just a little… jerk… a little snap. The pain was no more than a sting. But I started to sob like crazy. I knew what had happened. I could feel the flared head of Chris' cock forcing its way into my slippery cunt-hole.

"You like it!"

"Nooooo!"

"Why are you moving your ass around like that?"

"I… I can't h-h-help it!"

I flopped my head against his shoulder. Chris let go my wrists then. For a moment I just let them hang by my side. He had his arms around my slim hips, pulling my cunt down on his cock gingerly as he rolled his hips. I felt the weight of my body forcing my dripping pussy down… down… down.

"You're fucking me! Ohhhhh, noooo!"

I tried to keep my ass still, but it danced and twitched as the stiff, hot invasion continued. I winced as a tight fold deep within my cunt was forced open around the mushroom tip of Chris' prick. The musky aroma from my cunt made me feel faint.

Chris eased himself slowly back on the bed. He just lay down with me riding his cock like that. I was bent at the waist, my knees on either side of his body, legs back. But I couldn't keep that position for long. With a moan I fell forward on Chris' muscled chest. And lying on top of him like that I started to work my ass in slow fucking motions. A consuming thrill shot through me, completely swamping the sting of my ruptured cherry. I babbled and drooled on hip neck and pumped my hips. I was on top. I was fucking him!

"You like it?"

"Yessssss!"

"What does it feel like?"

"Like my body is part of yours. Like that hard thing is taking over my insides. Ohhhh!"

"Baby!" Chris held my lips apart with his and tongued my tongue. All the while I grunted with the fever I felt, thrusting my hips against his, letting that gouging barb stretch and fuck and spear me.

Chris petted my quivering ass-cheeks, pried them apart gingerly to touch the hot knot of my bung. I arched my back and brought my tits up from his body. He cupped one to his mouth and tongued the nipple hard.

"Nhhhhuuuuu… Ohhhhh, God I never knew anything could feel…!"

"Christ, you're a nymph!" Chris sighed and then opened his mouth wide and tiled to work it around my tit. I felt the tender flesh being sucked deeper between his teeth. Ills tongue fanned the nipple savagely. I put my trembling fingers down, down to where his prick entered my body. There was a pulsing at the base of Chris' cock. Where my pussy folds clung tightly to the shaft, that tube that ran along the bottom was swelling in a rhythmic way like the ticking of a slow clock. And through the bleary ecstasy I was experiencing, I knew that time was running out for me. He was going to come… come inside me!

"Oh, God! Ohhhh, God, noooo!"

I don't know how I managed to lift my body off Chris. I was working on pure reaction, or far. I heard his rigid cock came sucking out of my pussy, felt my stretched insides clasping after it. Then I reeled, off-balance in the darkened room. I hit something with my elbow, something that hadn't been there before in my room. Then I felt a hand steadying me, pushing me back.

"Get her back on the bed, damnit!" the voice said. It wasn't Chris. I could see him on his knees on the mattress, hands catching me. Whoever I'd stumbled into pushed me towards Chris.

"Chris! Who… who's in here with us?"

There was a funny look on Chris' face. Then he moved out of the slanting light from the window and pulled me down with him. My heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. A stranger in the room. And Chris wasn't doing anything about it! This guy was dangerous – maybe he was a burglar or something!

"Chris, didn't you hear me?"

He pushed me down on my back. I was panting, the fires of excitement still flickering across my flesh. Then I saw what Chris was doing. He was rolling a thin membrane down back to the base of his cock. Hardly believing what I saw, I watched him roll the rubber back to the base of his cock. The he shoved my legs apart. He was smiling!

"A man… Chris… a strange man… he pushed me! Didn't you hear him speak?" And then Chris had his cock against my swollen, bleeding hole. He gave a lunge and my head snapped back as I felt my throbbing pussy filled. The slippery folds clutched around the fucking thing again as Chris took me, his mouth found both my tits in turn. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words were lost in the sudden sharp frenzy of Chris' loving. My body tickled into madness. My heels dug at the bed as Chris screwed me upwards on the bed with each fuck-strokes.

"… ohhhh! Yuuhhh! Chrisssss!"

I was coming… coming hard! My fingers raked at the muscular back of my seducer. I refused to be afraid, hard to be anything but in heaven! The big muscles of my ass constricted and I felt my pussy squeezing the lovely hard prick that speared in and out of my hole.

Was there movement in the room or was I lust imagining it? No, somebody was doing something, making noises with some kind of equipment. Oh, why was I so stoned? And then I felt my seizure grow stronger… pulsing… throbbing.

"Chrissss… you… I love… you!" My heels crossed and I scissored my legs tightly, hugging the muscular form of my man to me. I knew I'd gone way too far, gone half out of my mind with lust. But I was past caring. And Chris was babbling sweet things into my ear as he held my firm ass and fucked… fucked hard! The grinding fury of his loins against my clit made me scream. And then I fell limp. I was so exhausted I couldn't open my eyes. I felt Chris lifting himself from me. I heard the snap of his rubber as he took it off.

"Chris?"

"Sleep tight, baby."

"That man, Chris…" He kissed me quiet. Then he was gone, the door closing so quietly I hardly heard it. When I touched my hand to my belly, I found the rubber knotted neatly at the top and full of Chris' still-warm cum. That's when I started crying.