F. Hemmingway - The kidnapped couple

"God! That's enough… now! Leave enough of it… for me to fuck you with!" he groaned, reaching down, under her arms to hoist her up to him. Reluctantly, she was forced to release his throbbing cock from her voracious mouth; then, with desperate speed, he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. His shorts followed in a second. He kicked the clothing aside, carelessly, as he stood fully nude, now, before her. He grinned with quiet satisfaction, when Vivian's eyes locked onto the lancing, massive hardness of his prick.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes… and to think… I almost missed out… altogether!"

Quickly, then, he gathered her into his arms, his hands going around her to the lush fullness of her globoid buttocks, his fingers digging into them to feel their smooth, round pliancy. Pulling her in hard and close, he slipped the hard shaft of his cock in between her legs, parting the soft, dark hair ringing her cunt-slit and sawed it back and forth in the sensate flesh of her furrow. He felt the lubricious moisture and the pulsing warmth her cunt generated. The spiky hardness of her coned-out nipples pushed in hard against his chest as her arms went around him, her hands smoothing across the mascularity of his strong back, then dropping down to his waist and down over the lithe suppleness of his trim, flat buttocks to pull him, likewise, hard into her loins, until their pubes were in solid contact and the head of his cock nestled, firmly, all the way between her legs and back against the tiny, crinkled orifice of her anus.

Standing together, there, observed only by the primal wilderness, they were, for now, the only man and the only woman — or the first man and first woman — as they danced the ritual dance of sex, moving undulantly, against each other, his big cock rubbing, maddeningly, against the sensitive bud of her clitoris, as she straddled the hardened rod of his more than adequate prick.

"You do want it… don't you?" Stan rasped, his throat dry. "You want me to… fuck you?"

"Oh, God… I can hardly wait… to get your cock in me! Fuck me! Fuck me… quick!" she moaned. "… Before I go out of my mind!"

Stan released her. She sank down on the blanket, lowering herself to it to lie on her back, her beautifully tapered thighs splaying out, obscenely, to receive him, while her hands went to her own breasts to cup and fondle then slide down across her flat belly to massage the inside of her thighs, her hands finally framing the heated flesh of her cunt. He watched her for a moment, as her hips described tiny circles of desire under her, and her eyes were drawn, magnetically, to the spear of his hard cock, a smile of lewd anticipation spreading across her lovely face.

"I still don't believe it!" she gasped, then giggled, girlishly. "You know… when Harry told me… about you… I thought you'd be ordinary!" She held up her arms, invitingly.

"Would you say then… that I'm extraordinary…?" he asked lowering himself down between her thighs.

"Oh God yes! You've got plenty of extra!"

The moment his flesh touched her she shivered with sensual delight, her limbs trembling with ecstatic anticipation.

"I'm going to stuff you full of cock… now!" he grated.

"Please… lover! That's exactly what I want! I want it wild… and hard… and deep!"

Their mouths locked, tongues searched and tasted, and she rubbed her undulant body against him, raising her loins to him to find the hardened rod of his prick… but he was holding himself poised above her, not ready yet to plumb the depths of her cuntal passage. There was one other thing he wanted!

His mouth left hers and moved down, hungrily, over her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he went. Then, he paid homage to the magnificent hemispheres of her satiny, alabaster-white breasts, their coral, spiked-out nipples sensitively vibrant as he sucked and nipped at them, which brought gasps of both pain and pleasure from her lips.

Then, his mouth moved down and away, and his body slithered downward over hers, his hands replacing his mouth on the tingling mounds of her sensate breasts, kneading and massaging, his strong-fingered digging into their soft resiliency bringing her a mass of delightfully erotic sensations.

… And, now… his lips were on her ribs, below her breasts… and moving… on down to the firmness of her flat belly, his tongue taunting and exploring the recess of her navel, briefly; then they were moving away, following the line of down on her abdomen, until they arrived at the almost jet-black triangle of pubic hair mounded there.

Sliding his hands underneath her smooth buttocks that undulated, lithely, against his palms, he lifted them up to him, his tongue darting out to explore the inner softness of her satiny tapered thighs.

Vivian's loins were, now, a seething whirlpool of rapturous expectation, as she anticipated the exquisite sensation of his tongue on and in her searing cunt. It was almost as though her cunt was the vortex of that whirlpool… and he was being drawn down into it…

Without warning, his tongue shot out, darting into her cuntal opening like a striking snake. Deep into the warm, liquid depths it went, sending a sharp, shivering spasm of uncontrolled ecstasy up through her spine. The electric sensations arced in her with the fury of lightning… savage and unconquered.

She moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, Stan… darling! That feels wonderful… absolutely marvelous!"

Unceasingly, he licked and sucked at her, pressuring up through the sensate flesh of her furrow to find and draw up her clitoris into his mouth. It came to full, throbbing erection under his sensuously tantalizing tongue. Now, Vivian had to have him inside her. She wanted that huge cock of his drubbing deep into her cunt, turning her inside out… splitting her in two… destroying her with its titanic power. She wanted to be subdued and subjugated by it…! And, she wanted it now… with all her being! God! She had to have it… more than anything else in the world!

She pulled at his hair. Her eyes were closed. She was completely overpowered by the ecstasy coursing through her.

"Shove it in me!" she demanded. "Ram that big cock of yours… into my fucking cunt and fuck me… with it! Fuck me! Oh, God. Fuck me to death with it!"

Nothing mattered but this moment… this moment of sex! She felt as if she were nothing but an unfilled cunt… a cunt that throbbed and ached for fulfillment. She was Cunt; he was Cock…! And there was only the lovely, swirling, exultantly exhilarating sensations of her vibrant, throbbing pussy, as it waited, impatiently, expectantly… for the entrance of his massively solid cock.

Stan's lean, muscular body squirmed up over her, wedging her thighs wide apart. She was moistly flowered open to him, more than ready for his plunging entrance. Then, as he poised there, above her, her eyes misted with the power of her emotion, and she begged, "Oh… please… don't make me wait!"

Smoothly, then, he went into her, the great hardened shaft of his cock, with its bulbous, lust-inflated head, bursting into the resilient, moist cuntal portal, suddenly… shatteringly. It spread the elastic, coraline walls of her vagina, as it raced full speed ahead, plunging far up into the seat of her being, nudging past her cervix, painfully, to lodge hard against the back wall of her warm, needful cuntal passage to bring her the long-awaited pleasure-pain she wanted… and needed.

Harry Williams' wife screamed under him. It was a long, drawn-out scream of sensual rapture. Her mouth was open, her eyes glazed with passion and her thighs quivered, as she received him to the fullest. His cock was thrust to the hilt in her. His pubic bone crashed into hers, and below, his sperm-laden balls smacked hard into the hairless crevice between the fully rounded orbs of her buttocks.