Ginger learns her lesson: part two

Author’s note: I highly recomend that you go back, and read part one to get the full effect.

He pulled her body in close so that she could feel his hard cock against her back.
“Just one more thing.” he whispered in her ear, as his hands slid toward her crotch.
He lifted the front of her skirt with one hand, while the other slipped between her legs.
He rubbed his fingers over her pussy, and the in a fatherly tone, he said, “These panties are soaking wet. We’re going to have to get you out of these.”
“No, please.” she pleaded softly, her tears welling up again, as his hands slid back up to her hips under her skirt.
“Shh, shh, shh.” was his reply, as he hitched under the sides of her cute little panties.
His cock rubbed against the small of her back, and then her ass, as he slowly dropped into a crouch, moving his knees apart so that they were on either side of her trembling legs.
As the hot tears rolled down her cheeks, she grabbed his hands against her hips, trying to stop him from taking off her panties.
However, just then she heard herself say on the video, which had been playing on a continuous loop, “I wish I could see a real cock.”
Her hands slipped off his, as her arms fell limply at her sides.
At that moment she knew that she was at his mercy, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She could feel the warmth of his breath, as he slowly pulled her panties down. He pulled them down to about mid-thigh when the moist crotch suddenly popped out from between her legs, and she let out a little cry of fear.
“Shh, shh, shh.” he shushed again, as slowly slid her panties past her knees, over her calves, and then finally let them drop on the floor.
Her body shuddered, and her mind raced, filled with conflicting emotions, as he slowly stood up.
He ran his hands up the sides of her legs, and lightly ran his tongue up her spine as he rose.
Ginger’s little pussy tingled as she felt his cock slide up between her thighs.
She closed her legs tight, firmly grasping his thick meat between her naked thighs, as his hands slipped over her hips, then across her belly, and untied her shirt.
“Lesson three,” he whispered, as he opened her shirt, lightly rubbing his thumbs across her nipples.
“Don’t show a man your titties, unless you’re ready to be felt up.”
She tried to move her hips forward, but when she did, her legs spread slightly causing his cock to slip between her thighs, coming to rest with a little slap between her ass cheeks, his hard shaft rubbing against her tender pussy.
“Ooohhooo.” she groaned, with a mixture of lust, and fear, as she felt his hard naked flesh against her.
‘No, no,’ she thought, ‘It’s wrong to enjoy this. He’s raping you!’ as the tingling in her pussy caused horny thoughts to invade her mind.
He caressed her belly, and breasts, playing with her nipples, as he kissed, and nibbled on her neck, and ear.
She pushed her legs closed, but that just squeezed his hard shaft closer to her swollen mound.
His hot breath on her neck, his hands rubbing, caressing, and pinching her tiny titties, and tight little tummy, and his rock hard cock pressed firmly against her back, ever so slightly rubbing her virginal little pussy, as she squirmed beneath his grasp, was making her head spin.
She tried hard not to think about how good it had felt when his strong fingers had rubbed her to orgasm through her panties.
Fear, desire, shame, excitement, anger, all swirled together in the Maelstrom of lust created by the the immediacy of his hot, hard body against her.
She let out a quivering sigh, as she unconsciously rolled her hips in small circles, rubbing the head of his stiff tool with her taint, and the bottom of her swollen vagina.
The motion of her tender young flesh against his hard cock became smoother, as her pussy released a slick, liquid mark of it’s arousal.
She suddenly realised what she was doing, and her body stiffened, as fear, and shame gripped her mind.
‘Waht the fuck are you doing?’ she screamed inside her head. ‘Do you want him to pop your cherry?’ and then ‘Oh my god, I’m so horny.’ thrust itself into mind, as she felt herself get even wetter down there.
Suddenly, he stepped to the side, and Ginger drew in a sharp breath, as she felt his cock pop out from between her legs. He slid his hands around her body until he was standing next to her, holding her hand. Her mind reeled as he said in a soothing voice, “Okay, that’s enough of that.”
He squeezed her hand, and she looked up at him, doe eyed.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” he said calmly, and began walking down the hall, pulling her along by the hand.
She stepped out of her panties, leaving them on the floor, and followed him. Partly because the air of parental authority with which he’d said it put her strangely at ease, but mostly because she didn’t know what else to do.
As they came to the bathroom door, he turned the light on, and walked in, releasing her hand. She stood in the door way watching, as he picked up a wash cloth, and turned on the tap.
He motioned toward the end of the hall, and said, “You can go in there, and sit down. I’ll be in shortly.”
She silently obeyed.
As she walked slowly down the hall, and into his bedroom, her mind was finally settling down enough to get a handle on what had just happened to her.
She thought about all the flirting, and teasing, and how she had masturbated each time after a tease.
As she turned the light on, and sat on his bed, the completely slutty behaviour that had just been caught on video, was running through her mind.
Guilt, and shame assaulted her, as she thought about how she had cum when he rubbed her pussy.
She hadn’t tried to fight, or even talk her way out of it really. Slowly it began to dawn on her that she had set herself up. She had put herself here, whether she wanted to be, or not. Suddenly, she was afraid of herself. Her hands were shaking slightly, as she looked around his bedroom, and realised that he was probably going to fuck her.
‘What have you done to me?’ she screamed at herself, inside her head.
She was looking down at the floor, so overcome with conflicting emotions, that she hadn’t noticed Ryan standing in the doorway, watching her.
As she finally caught a glimpse of him in her periphery, her head jerked up sharply. Looking at him, standing there in the doorway, insistent questions started popping into her head.
What was he going to do to her? Could she stop him? Did she want to stop him? Her short hairs stood up on that one.
Had she really conspired with Ryan to trap herself?
As he walked into the room, his robe still open, she could see that his cock was no longer standing at full attention. Although not quite flaccid, it was pointing downward, and flopping from side to side a little, as he walked over, and picked a pillow up off the bed. Even in this semi-erect state it still looked pretty big to her.
She tore her eyes away, and mentally chastised her self for thinking about putting her mouth around the bulbous head of his penis, and sucking it until it was hard again.
‘No Ginger!’ she snapped at herself, ‘Bad Ginger!’
He placed the pillow on the bed behind her, and said, “Just lay back, put your head on the pillow, and we’ll get you cleaned up.”
She started to lay back, but then caught herself mid-way, propping herself up on her elbows. She her finally recovered enough of her wits to say, “It’s okay, really, I can clean myself up.”
He smiled down at her, folding the wash cloth, and said soothingly, “Nonsense. I messed you up, it’s only right that I clean you up.”
Forgetting momentarily how close she might be to her deflowering, she suddenly felt strangely relaxed.
‘His cock’s not even hard any more.’ she told herself as she laid her head on the pillow.
‘He feels bad about molesting you, and now he just wants to clean you up, so you can go home.’ she reasoned calmly, her feet still planted on the floor.
As he knelt down at her feet, she lifted her ass, and hiked her skirt up, feeling confident that he just wanted to help her.
As he grabbed her behind the knees, lifting her legs up onto the bed, spreading them wide, she felt a tinge of fear.