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She slapped at my hand. "Derek, no. You CAN'T DO THAT!"
My hand continued its upward trajectory. "I CAN and I WILL, Holly," I boasted. I reached the crotch of her panties and began to prod the fabric with my fingers. I could feel her dampness through the cotton.
"PLEASE DON'T, Derek," she begged, "I don't want you to touch me there!"
"It doesn't matter what you WANT, Holly -- what matters is what you're going to GET!"
I crooked my index finger around the edge of the crotch of her panties and felt the moist warmth of her pussy. My finger probed and quickly penetrated her vaginal lips.
"NO, Derek, you CAN'T put your finger in there!" she shouted. She slapped at my arm.
I gently pulled my finger out of her cunt, then more roughly grasped and ripped her panties along the seam. I tossed them to the floor.
"I'll do MORE than TOUCH you there!" I threatened.
She momentarily froze, her hands at her sides. I took the opportunity to pull her skirt down over her slim hips, all the way to the floor. She began writhing away, so I grabbed her naked buttocks and pulled her toward me.
I lifted her up off the floor and gazed at her body. She was stark naked other than her shoes. She stopped struggling momentarily, watching me watch her.
Her pubic mound was as naked as the day she was born. It was clean-shaven, though I had expected it to be forested with hair as black as the raven-hued locks on her head.
She could surely see the lust in my eyes as I raised her higher off the ground. This was my dream girl, the one I'd wanted since I'd been old enough to want. Could she see the emotions that ran deeper than lust?
I carried her to her bedroom, turning on a bedside lamp after I laid her on the bed. She attempted to break free, but I held her legs apart and leaned on them.
"I'm going to lick your pussy," I announced.
Her eyes once again seemed to betray a mixture of surprise and excitement. Or was it mental shock?
"But Derek, you CAN'T. When a girl says NO, it means NO!"
I momentarily wondered whether I should indeed stop. She was right in what she said -- I just wasn't sure it was what she meant. In her warped world of mortal sins, she HAD to object in order for her non-consent to be legitimized.
But if she truly DID mean "no" -- I could be up shit creek and facing a jail term if I carried through on the rape.
I decided to trust my instincts, and trust what Holly had said to me earlier. Surely the judge would understand my confusion from the mixed messages. Or not.
I moved my head between her knees and then gently kissed her inner thighs, first one leg and then the other. I worked my way up toward the juncture of her legs. She wriggled and seemed to make a show of trying to break free.
I was near enough to my target to smell her musky vaginal scent. She put her hands on my head as if to push me away. I grabbed her wrists and said, "Be still -- you're going to LIKE this!"
"No, NO," she cried, "I won't like it at ALL! It's on YOUR head if you do this to me!"
I chose to ignore her protests. It was the neurosis speaking, I told myself.
I kissed all the way to her hairless cunt, then stuck out my tongue and licked languorously along her slit.
I had already felt that she was wet when I had plunged my finger in her twat before ripping her panties off. Now I was aiming for creating sensation, not moistness -- foreplay to rape, so to speak.
As my tongue became more voracious, Holly's body began to shudder. I chose to think it was from an approaching orgasm -- or was she crying?
I plunged my tongue deep into her vagina, tongue-fucking her for a few minutes. I then penetrated her love tunnel with three fingers. I began sucking her clit, hoping to finish off her orgasm as I plunged my fingers deeper. But I never felt the tell-tale clenching of her release.
I decided it was time for the main event. "I'm going to let go of your legs and stand up now," I said, "but don't try to get away, or I'll have to hurt you!"
I couldn't believe those words came from my mouth. There was no way in hell I'd ever deliberately hurt Holly Grandal. But she needed to be coerced in order to keep her conscience clean.
I kept telling myself that I was playing a necessary role. Tell that to the judge, my inner voice berated me.
