he grabs her pussy and explores...

"Jesus Christ!" he swore softly, "You're soaking wet! I can feel you through your panties! What the hell have you been doing to yourself?"

"No, no!" she said, but now it was more like a whine. All the **** was gone from her voice, all the resistance was fading from her body. She turned her head to the side so he wouldn't see the shame and desire in her face, the shame and debasement she felt but his fingers slid through the leg band of her pantries and touched her naked shaved smooth sex, and a thrill coursed through her that washed her embarrassment away. Her body didn't want him to stop, and her hips thrust themselves against his hand with a mind of their own as she pressed her cunt against his seeking fingers.

"You are one hot little piece, Vanessa. All wet and ready to go!"

His lips were right next to her now, and when he kissed her she couldn't escape; she just whimpered into his mouth. He broke away, looking down at her breasts which were pushed up and out by the position of her arms above her head, and she saw the hungry gleam in his eyes. The thought that her body turned him on so much gave her a fierce thrill that melted her resistance completely, and when his lips came down on hers again, she surrendered to his demanding kiss and opened her mouth to let him in.

It had always been a fantasy of hers to be taken by a man who knew just what he wanted, who would look at her with the hot flame of desire in his eyes and who would not be denied. Now it was happening to her, and it was every bit as exciting as it was in her fantasies. Mr. Taylor was much older than her and far more experienced, and he seemed to know just how to touch her to make her yearn for him. The fact that he was her mother’s age was supposed to make it wrong, was supposed to turn her off, but Vanessa couldn’t seem to make her body care.

He slid his hand down the front of her panties, cupping her mound in his hand, curved his fingers beneath her, and entered her pussy. She moaned and stuck her tongue into his mouth, and she spread her thighs to give him better access. He still held her hands over her head, and his chest flattened her breasts and rubbed against her nipples as they kissed.

"Jesus Christ you little bitch!" he said as he broke the kiss. Vanessa’s body humped shamelessly against him, out of control now. "You really need to get fucked, don't you? You're lucky I came along when I did, before some stupid kid got his hands on you. You're too fucking good for that. You need to get fucked by a man who knows what he's doing, who can fill that little pussy with some good, hard cock and show you what it's all about."

He kissed her again, overcome with lust, and his fingers began to pump in and out of her cunt, driving her wild. She already felt like a whore, and now he was confirming it for her, treating her just the way she wanted to be treated, finger fucking her against her mother's refrigerator in her own kitchen. Of course, she couldn’t admit that this was what she wanted…

"Please!" she said as he licked and bit her tits, "I'm not like that! I'm not like you think! It was just a game I play"

But he wasn't listening to her anymore. Her body was doing things that gave the lie to what she said, and her words even sounded false to her own ears.

"Come on," he said, letting her go and grabbing her wrist. "Show me where your bedroom is."