Carl Van Marcus - The tempted bride

Man and woman lay there in silence for a moment, both staring at each other, woman waiting and afraid to move, man feeling the hotly pulsating walls of her cunt enclosing his prick like a strong hand of a dairy maid that squeezed and let up, squeezed and released, milking his cock against its will.

Andy flexed his hardness deep inside her.

"Auuuuuuggh!" she grunted, closing her eyes in pain, "Please don't move."

"You've really got a tight little pussy, baby, but we'll stretch it out for you, starting right now," he taunted, flexing it once more.

"Aaaagggh, please don't." This time it was a deeper moan, with her face twisted in pain and neck muscles straining out from the force of her resistance.

Then, the lewdly grinning man began a slow, teasing rocking motion between her thighs, and each inward thrust was like a tiny explosion of a fire bomb inside her, burning and searing the soft, nerve-filled flesh. As his motion widened the tight narrow passage of her cock-filled little pussy with short, smooth strokes, Grace groaned in hopeless defeat beneath him.

Ricky stood up now and moved quietly over to the copulating couple on the couch. He had seen fuck shows before, but there was something about the earlier arrogance of the previously aloof and untouchable Mrs. Hope that aroused him more than he had been for years. He watched as the thick white shaft of glistening penile flesh, shining now from her involuntary cuntal lubricant drove relentlessly in and out of the coral pink lips of her hot moist vagina. The little jockey was really pouring it to her, he thought, as he watched the rapid rise and fall of the rider's buttocks and heard the sound of naked flesh smacking naked flesh. Even as he stood there watching, he sensed a sudden change in the woman's physical behaviour. Earlier she had tightened every muscle in her body – fighting the brutal penetration, being completely uncooperative. Now he saw the first signs of weakening, of submissive resignation from her. It was a simple thing, almost unnoticeable. Her toes had curled in tightly against the tuft of the couch, and her calf muscles had begun flexing with each new inward thrust of Andy's cock.

Grace knew her body was about to betray her, just as it had revolted against her morals and inhibitions that night when Jim Meloney had first made her an adulteress and plunged his prick into her. She fought against this new betrayal, praying silently for succor, but it rapidly became apparent that prayers and will-power were useless against an emotion and need older than mankind itself. Abruptly her body took complete command from her resisting mind and began reacting involuntarily. Lewd flames of desire were suddenly sparked and, blown by the gale-like winds of her own wanton needs, spread throughout her abdomen and streaked through her veins until her entire body was consumed with a fiery lust. She no longer had the will-power or desire to fight him; she had lost the battle and now she knew that in spite of her revulsion and horror, she was about to surrender completely to this man who unmercifully fucked into her between her open legs. She looked up and saw Ricky Karl standing less than three feet away. His eyes were glazed in a lewdly shining lust as he watched them and his fat hand had enclosed his penis, stroking it as though he were mesmerized. The lewdness of that event, combined with the thought of what her naked body was doing – of what was being done to her naked body – sent helpless chills of unwanted sexual sensation running along the base of her spine.

Helplessly, hesitantly, she began to twist and writhe beneath the rhythmically fucking man. With a low groan of complete submission and pleading she reached up and locked an arm around his neck, pulling his face down to hers. She shoved her tongue with a wanton abandonment deep into his throat, as inarticulate mewls of feral, slave-like acceptance bubbled from her lust constricted throat.

Andy, feeling her body beginning to react, slipped his hands down over the naked curves of her hips to the supple, smooth white moons of her heaving buttocks; he cupped them harshly with each hand and began pulling her suddenly eagerly cooperating ass cheeks up toward him on each punishing inward thrust.

Grace flexed and unflexed her buttock muscles as his thin fingers kneaded them like bread dough, and at the same time pulled her thighs back a little more, causing the moist wet hole of her cunt to spread open even more in an effort to receive his mammoth prick to greater depths.

The pain had disappeared almost at the same time she had relaxed, to be replaced with a wild sexual abandon she could not control. Grace closed her eyes, slavering her tongue up into his mouth, feeling his tongue fencing with hers, feeling his teeth, the roof of his mouth savouring the faint taste of tobacco and whiskey in his throat. Moments before the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she fought him; they still stood out, but now it was from ecstasy as she writhed beneath him in the fevered wantonness of her desire. There was no longer any thought in the world but the delicious sensation of lying beneath this race track bookie who was fucking her against her will; she wanted to give back to him the pleasure he was giving her. Abruptly, she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around the man's heaving buttocks.

Andy slaved above her, deliberately changing techniques – riding high on her to scrape her clitoris, riding low on her until she felt the harsh slap of his balls against the nakedly exposed little crevice of her ass… thrusting inward with great force and leaving his prick buried to the hilt for a moment or two, all the while making it jump and jerk against the tip of her cervix – and then going into longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her clasping, steaming vagina on the backstroke before plunging forward into her uplifted buttocks again.

She felt him push his hand down between their two thrashing bodies to the point where his prick was sliding smoothly in and out of her fevered pussy, and then felt him begin to fondle the soft fur-lined cuntal lips milking at his all-powerful rampaging cock. He continued to finger pussy lips and clitoris until low lust-laden groans of animal desire gurgled out of her throat. Her widening vagina had accommodated his mammoth hardness, now it seemed to be trying to greedily devour the whole of his wonderful instrument… that hot, throbbing pole of lust-hardened flesh bringing her such sweet and unbelievable torment.

Andy grinned knowingly as he felt the first fevered twitching deep within the velvety clenching well of her cunt. The bitch may have looked frigid and cold as an iceberg when he first saw her but she was a hot little number now about to go out of her fucking mind at the reaming her heated little pussy was receiving from his hard driving cock.

Suddenly he, too, was losing restraint. The milking his prick was receiving from her twitching vaginal muscles was causing his usually ironclad control to weaken. He quickened his thrust, hot and pulsating and deep, and the resulting delight caused her to croon and babble incoherently. He put his hands under her knees, pushing them back hard and up until they were on both sides of her head, making the plane of her throbbing cunt wide open to the pile-driving, brutal thrusts he began throwing into her. It should have caused her to cry out – most women did. But instead of pleading for mercy, the crazy little bitch wanted more! He couldn't believe it!

"Oh… ohhhh… harder, more. More… deeper, fuck harder!" she began to intone beneath him, her face an unrecognizable masque of lewd desire and abandonment.

Again he quickened his thrusts, grinding hard and deep, his cock drilling high and hard up into the never-before touched hidden recesses of her womb. They both grunted and moaned deliriously, with Grace giving back everything she received.