Peter Jensen - Kidnapped bride

But it was too late. She was possessed now with newly discovered animal lust, and the sensual beast in her had to be appeased! She found her hands moving, almost of their own volition, down to the warm little slit nestled between her thighs. Guilt and shame tore through her brain like bolts of lightning, but there was nothing she could do to stem the tidal wave of uncontrollable craving that threatened to inundate her voluptuous young body.

"God help me," she cried piteously, "God help me!" In the next moment her hands had clamped themselves feverishly on the exposed lips of her cuntal furrow, and she began to rub the pink moist folds of flesh, driven by erotic needs too long denied. With a last deep groan of anxiety, she suddenly surrendered to the onslaught from within, and began to finger herself in total abandon, like a shameless nymphomaniac caring only to satisfy the whims of her desire.

"Mmnnnn," she mewled, as her vaginal flesh blazed with new-found excitement, "mmmmmnnn… yesssss… oh, yessss…"

Her fingers, as if possessed by an instinctive knowledge, greedily closed around her clitoris and began to prod and massage the tiny little bud of flesh until it hardened like a little penis and quivered erect. At once, hot maddening ripples of delight tore through the innocent young wife's loins as waves of warm pleasure rolled through her body like distant thunder, heightened by the driving sensuous music of Bolero playing on the radio and building to its frantic climax.

Oh, this is wrong, wrong! her mind screamed, but it was too late. She was caught now in a torrent of unbridled ecstasy as strong as cascading water bursting suddenly through a disintegrating dam. As if trying to make up for all the years of frustration, her body began to shudder madly in its hunger for pleasure, yearning for more thrilling forbidden excitement and hypnotically forcing the helpless young wife to continue twisting and prodding her hotly throbbing little clitoris with lustful abandon. There was no way Susan could fight it, and her sleekly tapered legs began to thrash and kick as her body undulated in sheer rampaging passion on the bed.

Finally, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, her fingers slipped downward away from the wildly aroused clitoris and traveled toward the eagerly expectant entrance to her cuntal interior. Her pussy flesh had grown hotly moist now, responding frantically to the sudden release of animal lust, and as her fingers reached her cuntal ring, she realized that it was already drenched with vaginal fluid.

"Aaahhhhh," she cried aloud, in submission to the steaming passion that enveloped her completely. She plunged two fingers deep into the wetly pulsing flesh of her cunt, pushing them up into the receptive widening canal until they were all the way in. Then, driven on by a force that transcended her fears and guilt, she began boring her fingers in and out of the warm wet passage — in and out, in and out — creating staggering jolts of unbelievable pleasure in her lust-possessed body.

She was so captivated by her self-induced passion that she failed to notice that the door to her bedroom was, at that moment, being slowly opened!

Art stood in the dim light of the hallway, leering in at the incredible sight of the wantonly splayed young wife finger-fucking herself on the bed. A cruel, salacious smile played across his lips, and he silently reached down, unzipped the front of his tight white jeans, and withdrew the rapidly thickening shaft of his cock, slowly jerking it up and down while Tim's wife, totally unaware of his presence, worked steadily closer to her climax.

"Ooohhhhhhhh" she groaned deliriously on the bed, carried away by a staggering crescendo of self-induced pleasure, "Uuuunnnggghhh!"

Suddenly the walls of her vaginal interior, driven wild by the rotating plunging activity of her frantic fingers, began to palpitate frenziedly and issue forth a sweet stream of hot female fluid. Susan's loins burned with a stimulation that surpassed anything she would have thought possible, and in that moment she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had reached orgasm.

Like a bird soaring aloft into heaven, the young wife catapulted over the brink of ecstasy into a rapturous bliss as her hands flailed upwards into her wide-open, drenched and cumming vagina! She laughed and moaned aloud in utter triumph, scarcely believing how wonderful she felt as her body shook uncontrollably with gusts of hot pleasure. Her head flailed back and forth on the pillows, her light brown hair flying in every direction as she cried and groaned with utter delight.

She was cumming! Cumming for the first time in her life!

Oh, she wanted the sweet radiance to go on forever and ever, and yet, finally, her passion began to ebb. Soon she lay still on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes closed in contented satiety while her body throbbed softly in the luffing afterglow of her titanic release. She had finally done it, finally let go enough to experience a full climax, and she knew now that it was possible. She could make Tim the happiest of husbands!

Then, suddenly, she heard the bedroom door slam with a thud as it flew open and banged against the wall. With a gasp of alarm she turned and cried out in shock. Art was standing in the doorway, his huge cock completely erect and jutting out from the front of his opened "Don't want to keep that nice pussy all to yourself now, Susan, do you?"

"Art!" Tim's startled bride exclaimed in alarm, hastily covering herself with her scanty nightie, "What are you doing here!"

"Thought you might be sorta' lonesome, baby," he replied with a sneer, slowly closing the bedroom door behind him." I saw the light on up here and thought you might have some use for a big fat prick in that tight cunt of yours."

"How dare you speak to me that way!" the shocked young wife cried out. "Get out of here or I'll call the police!"

The young intruder's only reply was to smile cruelly at her, his thick sensual lips drawn back over his white teeth like a lustful barbarian. The young wife shook with fright as she realized that her trust in the young man was obviously a terrible mistake. The pleasant, easy charm he had projected earlier that day was gone now, and in its place was a leering obscene animal, standing just inside the bedroom with his hard stiff penis jerking lewdly toward the young wife's defenseless body like a striking snake.

"I… I don't understand Art," Susan stammered nervously, "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"

"No, ain't had a drop of liquor all day. Though I see you been tipplin' a bit," he remarked, eyeing the empty wine glass on the nightstand and the half-full bottle beside it. "Ain't good for a woman to drink alone, that. 'Specially if she's horny. Ain't no need for you to stuff them fingers up your pussy when I got this big cock of mine all rarin' to go. I mean, just look at the way it's jerkin' around. It can't wait to slide up inside you."

The young wife felt icy chills shiver through her flimsily clad body as he spoke.

"Are you crazy?" she demanded, her voice trembling with hysteria.

"Crazy? Am I crazy?" The handsome youth's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he began to walk slowly, menacingly toward the wide bed where Susan sat cowering against the pillows. "They said I was crazy… but they're wrong… I ain't crazy… it's them that's crazy… the world's crazy… you don't think I'm crazy, Susan, do you? Do you?"

He leaned in toward her, his face contorted in a hideous mask of anger, and Susan instinctively backed away, her hands clutching at the sheer black lace of her nightie, her eyes wide in uncomprehending terror.

"No… no," she replied weakly.

"That's good, baby, that's good." Standing at the edge of the bed, his cock still stiff as a log and jutting straight out from the front of his unzipped jeans, he reached down into his boot and withdrew an object that he held hidden in the palm of his hand. Then the young drifter suddenly pressed a button on the object and Susan saw a gleaming knife blade snap into view with a sharp click. He had a switchblade knife! She gasped in terror, paralyzed with fear. "Anybody says I'm crazy reckons with this little sweetheart! Get the picture, baby? And if you scream, or try to phone the cops, or try anything funny, you're gonna regret it. 'Cause I'll carve up that pretty face of yours so you'll look like a Halloween pumpkin!"