The young dark-haired girl shivered again as the sky grew blight for a brief instant with a zigzag flash of lightning, and a clap of thunder rumbled outside the bedroom window. The rain hammered against the panes as if demanding entrance. Vicki sighed, wishing she could fall asleep and have the nap she had intended for herself when she'd come to bed. But she was wide awake, and still thinking about Kirk, about him nakedly lying there with her on the bed with his arms around her…
Once again, the mental image of his huge, warmly pulsating penis came into her mind. She tried to dispel the lewd picture, but it refused to go away this time; she kept seeing his thick shaft of virile flesh vividly, as if she could reach out and touch it. The little tingling sensations had increased now, and she could feel her nipples harden beneath the old housecoat she wore over her brassiere and panties.
Now this is silly, she chided herself primly. Stop it this instant, Victoria Young! You're twenty-three years old and too big to indulge in sex fantasies, for goodness sake!
But the vision of Kirk's long hard cock remained in her mind. And it was joined now by another image, a scene from her pre-marriage days when she and Kirk were just engaged. Lying there, she remembered the occurrence clearly, very clearly and graphically…
It had been a hot night in early July, and they had just come from a small dinner party at the home of Kirk's parents in Santa Rosa, over a hundred miles north of the college both were attending at that time. The dinner had been given in honor of the soon-to-be-wed couple, and both their parents – as well as a select group of their respective relatives – had been present. There had been several bottles of California vintage champagne consumed during the course of the evening, and she and Kirk had had their share – and then some. They had departed shortly before midnight for the drive back to the campus.
She had sat very close to Kirk on the drive, feeling closer to him mentally than she ever had before. She even put her hand on his leg, stroking it gently but without any real sexual connotation. When they approached Stinson Beach, Kirk suggested they stop and park awhile on a remote section of the highway overlooking the dark, restlessly stirring ocean. Vicki, feeling the effects of the champagne, didn't object; she was in a responsive mood, and the idea of parking with her betrothed for a little light pre-marital kissing and petting did not seem in the least wrong to her.
Kirk put his arms around her and drew her tight against him the moment the car was stopped and the headlights switched off. He kissed her then, their mouths fusing with the ease of lovers, and she opened her lips almost eagerly to accept his probing tongue. Their tongues met and tasted one another, exchanging a lover's kiss. Kirk's hands were restless on her back and shoulders, moving back and forth, up and down, around and over her low-cut white silk dress. Vicki felt an almost overpowering surge of desire at the nearness, the intoxicating male odor of the man she loved; his kisses were eliciting a full and total response inside the bride-to-be, and when his moving hands gradually worked their way around to lightly cup her firm full breasts, she made no effort to stop him from doing so. Her mother had warned her against allowing Kirk to become too familiar before their wedding night, but the closeness she felt for him at that moment transcended all the parental warnings and instilled taboos.
He began to caress her lushly ripened breasts in earnest then, as his eager tongue probed in and out of her opened mouth. God, his gentle touch felt so good on her! She wrapped her hands in his hair, kissing him even more passionately, and then his fingers had dipped inside the low-cut front of her dress to slide inside her brassiere. The contact of his hand on her naked flesh thrilled Vicki beyond recall, and before she knew it, she was allowing him to unbutton the back of her dress and slip the garment down over her shoulders. His deft fingers found the catches on her brassiere, unsnapped them, and she felt a cool rush of air against her now-erect nipples as her firm white breasts were fully exposed to Kirk's hungry gaze.
He began to stroke her naked young breasts gently with his palms, rolling his hands over her perfectly-formed voluptuous mounds before bringing them up to massage the hardened nipples. Taking the taut, dark-brown buds between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked them into a quivering rigidity. Vicki moaned with increasing fervor as Kirk's caresses wrung soft cries of delight from her throat; little shivers of arousal began to course through her, and she had felt a warm wetness up between her legs seeping from her excitedly throbbing cunt.
Even when Kirk's head dipped down and his wetly heated lips encircled one of her erect little nipples, tongue swirling round and round the goose-bumped areola, Vicki didn't feel any panic. Even though this was the first time she had bared her breasts to a man, or had their nakedness kissed, the thought never entered her mind that what she was doing might lead to uncontrollable passion. The young brunette was with the man she loved, and she felt safe, felt warm and somewhat drowsy, and very excited as his gently sucking mouth moved like a hungry child's on her soft, pliant breasts.
But then, suddenly, one of Kirk's hands left her ripely quivering breast and moved down to stroke her thighs where the hem of her dress had slipped up. His fingers hungrily traversed the silky soft skin of her inner thighs, then moved upward, sliding the dress still higher until the tips of his searching fingers were resting on her warmly moistened vaginal mound and the white silk of her panties were glistening in the pale moonlight which shone in through the car's windshield. Only then did Vicki feel the first stirrings of panic for Kirk had groaned and clamped his lips hard around her rigid nipple while his other hand squeezed and kneaded the resilient flesh of her naked young breast. The squirming young brunette felt confused, uncertain; she wanted to be rid of his moist warm mouth on her bosom, his lusting touch on her bare flesh – and yet she didn't want to be free of it. For a moment, she was undecided, and that was time enough for Kirk to bunch her dress at her waist and begin caressing the smooth, flat plane of her exposed belly.
His fingers had slipped inside the elastic waistband of her panties almost before Vicki realized what was happening, and suddenly he was tugging the flimsy material down, down over her pubic area, sliding her panties from under her nakedly quivering buttocks. The moist heat of his palm pressed against her hair-covered pussy mound, and rippling waves of erotic pleasure threatened to blank the young girl's mind completely of the consequences of his actions. Gently, he insinuated his outstretched middle finger into the soft warm virginal slit up between her thighs, parting her moistly sensitive cunt lips and probing at the thin hymeneal membrane which gave mute testimony to her unsullied reputation. Meanwhile he was using his thumb to tweak the sensitive nub of her clitoris, teasing over it again and again and causing a sharp cry of commingled fear and intense pleasure to bubble out of her throat. Her hands in his hair tightened, pulling his head down harder against her breasts even as her voice was repudiating her actions by moaning, "No, no, no, no!" over and over.
A whispering, unmistakable sound had filled the car at that moment – the sound of a zipper being pulled hurriedly down as Kirk's hand left her breast momentarily. Her eyes fluttered open in alarm and, in the moonlight, she saw for the first time an erect male organ quivering in all its awesome passion. Abruptly, the fear routed her lust so that there was no longer a struggle going on inside her; the sight of his menacing blood-filled cock decided matters for the terrified young brunette. She had to stop him, stop him right now!