The blonde, wanted, to stretch out one hand, to curl her fingers around those nuts and squeeze them gently. No, that was too bold right now. Oh, how alive her body felt! Every square inch of her flesh seemed charged with a special kind of electricity. No one had prepared her for this kind of feeling, this kind of overwhelming ing ecstasy that made her forget everything except Billy and that wonderful long prick sticking out from his groin.

"Oh, baby," Billy said, stepping out of his trunks and kicking them under the bed. He reached behind her, unsnapping the halter and letting her bikini top slip to the bed.

At first Janice crossed her arms, protecting her naked tits. Two dark-red spots appeared on her checks as she turned her face away from him in embarrassment. But he was gentle at this point, touching her face, moving his hands down to hers.

"Oh!"

Billy was kissing her again, his mouth cemented onto hers as he pushed her back on the bed. Janice knew it was useless, even stupid, to struggle. Holding him tightly, her fingers occasionally raking the flesh of his bare back. Janice fell down on to the bed.

"Baby, baby, baby," Billy cooed, stroking her sides with his fingers.

Janice could feel the eight hard inches of his cock pressing against her thin bikini bottom. How good and strange it felt. She moaned into his mouth, spreading her knees apart and bending them up slightly while rubbing her feet against his calves. It felt so good having a man on top of her. The scratchy feeling of his chest hairs brushing over her tits and belly drove her wild.

She writhed like a snake over the wrinkled sheets, moving her ass around in frantic circles.

"Oh God! God!" Janice cried.

Billy was rubbing his cock over her belly, slipping one hand under her hips and slowly working her bikini off. In a last moment of panic Janice pressed her ass down hard against the groaning mattress. It would be her last defense.