"UHhhh… ohhhh, don't do that to me, Darren… don't… don't…"

"You want it as bad as I do," he breathed, kissing her ear until she thought she'd lose her mind. Step by step, Darren was leading her towards the shore. As they came out of the water, she saw him looking at her breasts. The flimsy T-shirt clung to her quivering, white titflesh. Her pink, hippies pushed out proudly, almost begging to be touched. Darren seemed to feel the same way.

"I want to suck your tits!"

"Oooo… ohh, Darren, we'd better get dressed and get in the truck and…"

"Baby!" He pressed her back onto the grass and jerked her T-shirt up to expose each soft breast. She tried to grab his head but he surrounded one hot nubbin with his lips and as he raked his tongue back and forth across the nipple, Teresa writhed her hips on the grass. The sensation was so intensely sexual that she could hardly speak. And with Darren lying on top of her, she could feel his cock once again. It seemed bigger and hatter and harder than it'd been in the water. She was almost afraid to see it. But Darren took her hand and forced it down between their bellies.

"No… I don't want to touch you!" she gasped. Her fingers went around the rigid shaft automatically. Then she resisted and tried to snake her arm out. Darren forced her to grab it again.

"You want it shoved up into your little cunt, don't you?" He whispered the terrible words into her ear again and again, describing to Terry how it would feel as her body opened up for his throbbing prick.

She wiggled her slim ass on the ground as he knelt between her knees and forced her wider. She could feel the sticky inner lips parting.

"You taste wonderful," he gasped, licking her belly and working up to her tits again. Her nipples had changed from pink to a dull red. And every touch of Darren's lips and tongue seemed to weaken her. Hot jolts of pleasure made her moan and wriggle under the weight of his muscular body.