"I told you I wouldn't get away with it. I've got a football scholarship at stake and I'm not blowing it over some piece of pussy like you." He nabbed the glossy finger up over my clit and another shudder of pleasure made me twitch and buck. "But there's more than one way to skin a cat."

I couldn't believe what he was doing with his finger now! He moved it upwards, upwards until I could feel the glossy streak of my cunt juice across one swell of my ass. Then he shoved the finger down against my taut, hot asshole. I writhed like mad and tried to hit him with my heels. He just laughed and tickled the dry little knot of muscles until I was weak from the odd sensation.

While I lay breathless like that, Barry jerked my panties off over any feet. I heard him doing something with the lotion bottle. I was so scared couldn't have spit if I'd wanted to. I couldn't imagine anyone even joking about something like that.

Barry was trying to scare me, that was all. He was mad and he just wanted to scare me. Then I felt the cool squirt of something against the crack of my ass. I threw my hips around savagely but Barry gouged between my ass-cheeks with his thumb and spread the slick cream around.

"You won't… you wouldn't dare!"

He just laughed. He squirted more of the lotion, this time on his cock. I felt it dripping from the tip of his cock onto my butt. Then he lowered his body down. I tried to scream, but couldn't seem to find the power to make any noise at all. I was panting like crazy and Barry still had my wrist bent up almost to the nape of my neck. He was sooo heavy! His hairy belly brushed over my ass and ten I felt something, something thick and hot and slick!

"Ohhhhh, nooooo!"

My feet flailed the mattress. My small tits were flattened inside my dress, flattened against the bed as Barry pressed down onto me. Then when he knew his weight held me prisoner, he pushed both my arms out like I was being crucified. I buried my face in the bedspread and sobbed. Slowly… very slowly, Barry was pushing his lotion-drenched cock deeper between the plump, swells of my ass. He forced my thighs apart wider with his knees. Being face down on the bed made me as helpless as a kitten. And Barry knew it. He was taking his time.