"No!" she cried, trying to twist away from him on the seat. "Kirk, for God's sake, don't! We… we can't… can't do this! It's wrong… Kirk, we're not married! It's wrong!"
"Please, baby, please!" he mumbled, his voice thick with the lust that was reflected in his dark eyes. His hand was stroking the full length of his thick monstrous penis now, she could see that, and her efforts to free herself became more panicky. Her aroused young fiancee was too strong for her, however, and before she could escape she had been forced back and down across the seat. It was then Vicki felt the smooth hot head of his lust-thickened penis touch her thigh, and she jumped from the electric contact of pulsating hardness against her fevered skin. Groaning in his uncontrollable passion, Kirk began forcing her now-tightly-closed legs apart, and the frantically squirming girl could feel his great pulsating cock trembling like an impossibly large wedge being driven into and splitting a tinder-dry log. As he rammed it repeatedly against her partially opened thighs.
And then, as if in the throes of some consuming pain, Kirk put both of his big hands on her nakedly quivering breasts, squeezing them painfully before lowering his head and planting hot, moist kisses upon the twin mounds, all the while murmuring like a madman, "Oh, oh, oh… oh, God, Vicki… baby… oh, Jesus, baby, I'm going to cum… I can't help it, Vicki, baby, I'm going to cummmmmm!"
She felt his hotly throbbing penis begin to jerk out of control against her soft white thighs, felt a hot jetting spurt splash against the innocent folds of her pussy – another, and another, a whole series of eruptions that flooded her vaginal area and thighs with sticky semen that flowed down to pool on the car seat beneath her. Kirk had been mewling and convulsively twitching above her, planting those hot, liquid kisses on her still quivering breasts as his seed emptied out of his wildly ejaculating cock onto her naked flesh while she tried to force him off of her…
Well, that had been the beginning, she thought, as she now lay beneath the quilt on the bed she shared with Kirk. Abruptly, Vicki found herself filled with the same kind of tingling arousal she had felt on that night. Her mind was beginning to drift with the same kind of mindless excitement, the same attitude of not caring about consequences as her mind carried her on to further heights of sexual fantasy – to the feel of Kirk's warmly pulsing penis inside her vagina, to the touch of his lips and hands on her naked flesh. She began to squirm in the growing passion on the bed, and her wetly aroused vagina began to secrete its liquid excitement, moistening her panties as it had that night in the car. There was a tender aching up between her legs, and the need for release of her ever-increasing passion was becoming strong, too strong!
Involuntarily, the young dark-haired wife's hands began to move down along her tautly rippling belly. Knowing what was about to happen, she forced them up, but they immediately went back down again as if they had a will of their own. The inside of her mouth was dry, and she ran her tongue over her lips several times in an effort to rid herself of the and taste. Oh God why am I doing this to myself? she thought dimly. Why am I getting so worked up?
But in that moment, she didn't care what she was working herself up to – even though in a comer of her brain she knew the answer. Her hands were moving sensuously around to her front now, moving across the full firmness of her pliant young breasts. Gradually, she began opening and closing her legs as she massaged her sensitive mounds of warm flesh, the sound of the thrumming rain on the window seeming to consume her very being. She watched, fascinated, her own fingers began plucking at the buttons on the front of her housecoat, opening the garment all the way down. Her hands traveled almost greedily up and down her body now, over the brassiere-encased mounds of her breasts, down to her throbbing pubic mound, across the smoothness of her taut little belly.
Vicki was a tall young woman, with long slender model's legs and fully rounded hips and breasts, and her hands seemed to be seeking knowledge of every inch of her proportionately lovely flesh. She ran her nails tantalizingly over the area up between her thighs, arching her long limbs up and spreading them open to the delicious, forbidden delights which her caresses were instilling within her body. Her mouth was parted, and her brain was whirling with the heat of her growing lust; she flailed her head from side to side on the pillow, her long, raven-black hair swirling in a tangled cascade of shimmering loveliness. The quilt was kicked off of her eagerly trembling body, as her hands continued their mad pace up and down, down and around, teasing her now-fevered flesh into even more intense arousal, her brain alive with lewd thoughts of her husband's long hard penis sawing in and out of her wetly throbbing vagina…
Vicki arched her back, her hands moving behind and under her to quickly unsnap the catches on her brassiere; she had to have her breasts free, had to touch the rigid nipples without the encumbrance of clothing. She pulled the brassiere off, tossed it to the floor beside the bed, and her hands hungrily engulfed the soft warmth of her alabaster mounds. Slowly, rhythmically, she began to roll the nipples back and forth, squeezing them and then releasing them, squeezing, then releasing…
The entire time she was thinking: no, no, this is wrong, it's evil… it's sick! I'm… I'm… yes, admit it, Victoria Young… masturbating! Masturbating like a teenage girl after she's read a spicy novel… I'm a grown woman, married, with a husband… and yet I'm lying here and playing with my own breasts… it's perverted, but, oh, God, it feels so good… so good…
Her tight hand left her nakedly quivering breast and moved slowly down over her stomach to the elastic waistband of her panties. In spite of her self-recrimination, her shame at what she was doing, she wasn't able to stop herself. There was only her urgency now, frantic need for release from the ever-building whirlpools of passions inside her shamelessly aroused body.
She was drawing her panties down now, drawing them sensuously over her pubic mound while her other hand continued to stroke the nipple of one breast. She raised up on the bed, pulling the thin wisp of a garment down to her ankles, her eyes tightly shut, and then pulling them off completely so that she was completely naked. She lay back again, one hand on her breast, the other stroking first one thigh, then the other, carefully avoiding for the moment the moist inferno of lust between her legs. Then, when she could stand the pressure no longer, her eager hand shot to the hotly pulsating folds of her pussy, and pressed against the wet sensitive flesh there as she once again brought her legs up off the bed and splayed them wide apart. Her tight little vaginal passage was opened wide now as she gently eased her outstretched finger into her wetly clasping pussy.
She imagined it was Kirk's hand, his finger, touching her there, stroking her down there. She imagined it was he who was now caressing her hair-lined cuntal lips until they seemed to be swollen with blood the way his long thick cock was swollen with blood, until her clitoris was as hard as his cock was hard. She found her sensitive nerve bud with the tip of her searching finger and began to tease it back and forth, running the nail round the quivering tip until the delight caused her to jackknife her legs back up against her chest, mashing her breasts flat. Her buttocks, white moons of the softest, most flawless flesh imaginable, jerked and twisted in complete wantonness under her fingering, and the resulting erotic sensations caused the sweat to bead and shine on her lust-grimacing face, matting her raven hair to her scalp.
Oh, God, I wish Kirk was here! she groaned through the daze of passion which controlled her brain. I wish Kirk was playing with my pussy… I wish he was going to put his penis… oh, his lovely hard penis… into my vagina and… fuck me, hard, harder until he came and I came… oh God I want to cum so bad, so bad… Kirk, Kirk, I need you, Kirk, I need youuuuuu!