Carl Van Marcus - The tempted bride

Grace began moaning low in her throat, obvious sounds of pleasure. The vision of Stan was fading as she began to let herself feel everything… oh, if she had only known the inherent wantonness of her own body, she never would have had the first drink unless Stan had been beside her to protect her… from herself! But… instead, her mouth opened wide…

"Oooooooh God! God I can't stand it!"

Jim heard her sharp gasp of delight as his hands kneaded the soft globes of her pliantly yielding buttocks; the sound caused a surge of new lust in his already over-aroused body, and he drew her limply co-operating legs up and around his neck. Moments later, he had the satisfaction of knowing that she had voluntarily locked her ankles together behind his head in consent and cooperation. He continued to fuck her orally, using his tongue to run lewd sensuous circles around her fully erect little clitoris, nuzzling his nose back and forth as he darted his throbbing tongue deep into her pulsating pussy, feeling the soft, hair rimmed lips push against his mouth with increasing strength as her body spasmed and writhed upward in a now hungry effort to bring more and more of his mouth into contact with the wetly glistening flesh. His middle finger again sought out the tightly clenched lips of her anus, and a low inarticulate moan was wrenched from her throat as he probed teasingly the opening. Abruptly, his hot wet mouth moved down, down, all the way down where his tongue flickered like summer heat lightning against the brown puckered little hole.

Grace's eyes blinked wide open as she felt the touch, felt the wild sensual pleasure surge like a seismic wave through her. This was dirty, evil. He must stop. She must make him understand he shouldn't do this.

"Oh, God… Jim. Don't do that… you mustn't. No!" she whimpered wildly, her voice an unrecognizable hiss of lust. "You must not…" The last was shut off in mid-sentence as her evilly betraying body wantonly used her heels to bring his head in tighter, deeper, endeavouring to rape her own tortured rectum with his tongue. She flailed her head from side to side, trying to shake off the shame at the realization she had lost complete control of her traitorous emotions. She began sobbing again in deep, unashamed humiliation as the hotly slavering man now wormed his heated tongue into that forbidden rectal opening. "Aaaagghh…" it was said softly between sobs, then: "Oohhhh? Ohhhhh… God…!" Her body began to boil with the exquisite tingling of raw nerve ends as Jim started has voracious licking of the cuntal crevice again. She knew that further fight was useless; she didn't want to deny this intense delight he was bringing her. Suddenly, as the ganglions of her pussy began to vibrate, she knew she was closer than ever before to the total fulfillment she had too long denied herself. She, of her own volition, spread her thighs wider and raised her burning, desire-filled loins to his face, her only wish now to aid this man, this master of her nakedly grinding vagina. She ground her throbbing, widespread cunt against his face, reveling to the pit of her heart and soul with the insane delight of the lewd, forbidden pleasure he was awarding her.

Her body was rapidly building up to that slow sweet agony of a climax. Never before had she been so close to release, not in all of her life. Before this she had submitted docilely, as a good wife should, to the ordeal of sex. Now, though, she could feel the mighty vapours beginning to build up into towering, frightening thunderbirds in her love-starved, incandescent hot pussy. This build up could not last much longer or she would cataclysmically explode into a million screaming little pieces flying off in all directions. Before, she had always felt that she was one of those women who could not physically or emotionally achieve that summit of God-like sensation, but now she knew she was close. It could not be denied her this time. It couldn't.

Jim sensed that she was reaching across a previously unbridged gulf, and he wormed his middle finger deep into her saliva-moistened anus. It went in easily, the hole having been lubricated by his saliva, enlarged by his tongue. At the same moment, he began concentrating on her tiny, hotly jerking clitoris.

Grace writhed and twisted, bubbling and bubbling wild mewls of passion, her face was twisted in a grotesque masque of feral lust which was almost frightening in its intensity. She was close. Closer. This was it. Now! It could not be denied her. "Ohhh… ohhhhh, God! God! GOD?" She chanted as he screwed up into her hotly clasping cunt harder with his tongue. She was only vaguely conscious that his hands were teasing her anus and clitoris with tingling fingers of flame, and she gasped hoarsely, wailing with a breath that came more and more rapidly. His big implacable twisting tongue burrowed ever deeper into her pussy, and she could feel it trembling deeper inside her – flickering, touching, licking everything.

Suddenly then, the massive towering storm clouds of lust in her cunt split wide open in one gigantic thunderclap of sweet agony.

She had bridged the gulf and now she was swinging wildly, soaring high, high, higher than she had ever thought possible. She was Icarus with wings of wax reaching out for the sun, with wax melting and feathers falling, exalting knowing now that she would fall into the sun and be consumed instead of plummeting into a cold and alien sea.

She was there!

And from a distance too far off to comprehend, she unexpectedly heard her own shrill cry of delight and the scream: "I'm cumming. Oh God. Don't stop. Don't ever stop! Oh? Oh? Ah? Ahhhh. Aaiiiieeeteee! I'm cummininnngggg!"

Jim Meloney's head was almost knocked off his shoulders by the violence of her pelvis thrusts as she jerked and heaved her wildly clasping pussy against his face. Once, she hit him so hard that he thought for sure his nose would be bloodied. Her legs, locked around his head, had tightened like the grip of a reticulated python, and her heels beat a tarantella of sheer, implacable lust against his shoulder blades.

Finally the tumultuous storm ended and her ravaged body settled back completely relaxed into the rich leather cushions of the couch. Now she could feel the coolness of the leather, the dampness of her forehead and loins.

Jim continued gently kissing and nibbling at her vaginal lips until he felt the last delicate tremors subside, then he pulled his head clear of her cuntal canyon. "Well?" he asked softly, casting off his robe, tossing it onto the hearth.

The only answer was a sudden welling up of tears in her eyes, and then the water began streaming down both sides of her face. "I'm so ashamed," she sobbed.

"Don't be. You couldn't help yourself. You needed that."

"But I'm married," she wailed. "And I love my husband!"

She heard his short bark of laughter and looked down toward him. He was kneeling over her now, his face twisted in hungry passion. Her eyes trailed on down his broad chest and flat stomach to the erect penis which stood out like a canted telephone pole from his gray-brown patch of pubic hair. His hand began to stroke his cock, pulling the foreskin slowly back to reveal the one Cyclopean eye which peered at her. Lord! It was so big! Far larger than Stan's. She was terrorized by the immensity of it's girth and length. Remembering the pain of each insertion of Stan's smaller penis, she knew she could never take it without it hurting her. It would split her apart, fill her with excruciating agony, kill her!

"It's my turn now," Jim said, watching her face fill with distress. "I'm going to fuck you, Grace, and when my cock gets all the way inside you, you're going to experience ten times the pleasure that you just now had. I'm going to fuck you, baby, and you are going to love every second of it."

His obscene words both frightened and excited her, but she could not tear her eyes from that monstrous rod which he held in his hand. She gaped at it in complete misery as she found her errant mind wondering if he really could bring her pleasure; after all, he had been right before! He had brought her up to, and then escourted her through, thresholds of unbelievable sensuality and carnal delight that she had never before believed could exist.