His voice was hypnotic. He was getting closer. Vickie knew she should scream, should call out for help. But even when he touched her, even when he smoothed his fingers up and down her upper arms while kissing the nape of her neck, Vickie couldn't say a word. She kept her eyes closed, pressing her knees against the back of the couch to keep, her balance while Jeff took full advantage of her. "Please, don't. I…"

But Vickie couldn't resist. His gentle caresses, his mouth moving slowly up and down her neck while his hands smoothed over her arms and shoulders had broken down all her defenses. She would let him do anything to her now. All resistance had melted under the hot, moist lust enveloping her cunt.

"Come on, baby, come oh. I'm gonna show you one hell of a time."

With that, Jeff picked Vickie up easily. She clung to him, her tiny hands locked behind his neck and her legs draped over his arm. He moved without saying another word, through the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom.

The young girl was in a woozy haze. In a moment, she felt herself lying down in bed. She had half-clear glimpses of his movements. Jeff was sitting on the side of the bed, unlacing his tennis shoes and pulling them off. She felt as if she were in a dream where she couldn't move. Vickie lay quietly, breathing the thickening air with more and more difficulty.

And then he was beside her, still wearing his shorts. Jeff moved one hand over her waist, then dropped it down to the side zipper. She heard the zipper slide open, felt the material of her dress loosen around her waist. In a moment the skirt was off, thrown to the door.

"Let's see just how hot you are."

No man had ever touched her cunt before. Even after masturbating at night Vickie had felt somewhat guilty afterward. And yet she was letting Jeff move his fingers up her inner thighs, caress the hot, sensitive flesh gently, then slide his hand up farther. Ohhh, she was so hot, so wet down there! He'd know just how willing she'd be for a… fucking!