"Mmmmmmm…" he groaned. My own breathing was a little short, a little fast. I'd dated plenty, but this was the first time I'd gone this far. One of my dates had come in his pants kissing me good night. But even then we had our clothes on.

"Robyn, do it faster!"

Barry's voice sounded so… so frantic! I looked at the wrinkly sac that held his balls. It hung loose and heavy at the base of his cock. There was seed in those bulging eggs. And I knew that if I fooled around too much, it would all come spurting out. I had no desire to find out what a man's cum looked like.

It was only a few dozen steps to the bathroom. I made half of them before Barry caught me and crashed me up against the wall. His pants were down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and shoved his cock up against my dress. I could feel the heat through the thin, red silk.

"You Goddamn tease! You bitch!"

"Let me go!"

"I oughta fuck you."

"You… I hate you!" I tried to twist away, but Barry was fucking his cock up and down my silk-sheathed belly. It felt so strange! My knees trembled. I could hardly get my breath. Barry twisted one of my arms, shoved it up behind my back.

"No… owww… ohh, you're hurting me!" He pushed me into the bathroom and I saw him rummaging around on a shelf. He grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and yanked me around toward the door again. I stumbled ahead of him, helpless with my arm bent halfway up my back. He shoved me forward and my knees hit the edge of the mattress and I sprawled. Barry never let go my arm for a second. I could feel him kneeling between my legs on the bed. I whimpered with fear.