Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

"Oohh – oh my God, my God!" Becky whimpered in total identification with the brunette when Jack plunged the enormously thick penis back up into Christina's urgently smoldering vaginal slit. It looked like his rampaging cock would split the Italian girl's tight little cunt apart! The last vestiges of Becky's will to resist faded as she felt Schneider's hands slide beneath her robe, his fingers playing over her throbbing nipples, pulling and gently tweaking them into a tingling stiffness. As if the two areas had some magical connection, a wild flame of desire throbbed through her steaming pussy. She shivered and swayed with unwanted arousal as his hands raced back to her shoulders and quickly removed the robe.

The helplessly excited bride trembled as the cold silky material slid down her arms and fell in a soft pile at her feet. She was completely naked now, and the older man's warmly pressing body sent chills of wanton pleasure racing over every inch of her exposed flesh. Fritz continued to hold her in an embrace from behind, running his hands over her sensitive nipples and down her quivering belly to her parting thighs. His hands |coursed over her rounded buttocks and down the backs of her legs, hungrily exploring her defenseless body. Becky trembled at the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck, feeling it move in a tantalizing slowness along her smooth skin. She felt one finger worming a tingling path down the spreading crevice between her swaying ass-cheeks and a soft groan rose from her heaving chest.

"Spread your legs a little wider," he panted in her ear.

"No, no! Stop! We have to stop," the drunken young wife whimpered back at him, unable to stop the wild grinding of her aroused body back against his penis that was still wedged in between her buttocks.

"You have no choice. Be quiet or I'll call your husband," the older man grunted and forced her to lean obscenely over the table. She fell on her elbows with her naked breasts dangling over the table top and her face just inches away from the mirror.

The young blonde's fearfully shuddering buttocks were lifted defenselessly high in the air behind her. She shivered as she felt Schneider's hand press down on her leaning shoulders, squashing her breasts more firmly against the table top. His other hand moved down the crevice between her uplifted ass-cheeks to one quavering thigh.

Behind her, Becky heard Schneider breathe more deeply, pressing his chest tight against her curving back until his hairy body slid down the responsive backs of her legs. He began obscenely licking from her rectum to her clitoris, the tantalizing pleasure spreading over her whole burning loins as he finally flicked his long searching tongue up into her tiny puckered anus!

The youthful bride groaned and tried to pull away, but soon found herself involuntarily spreading her trembling legs even farther apart. In the corner of her eye, images of her husband and Schneider's wife drifted by on the mirror, but she no longer saw them. She bent her head and closed her eyes, submitting her naked body to the lewd tongue that was racing over every inch of her burning cunt and anus!

"Look up, my dear," Christina murmured, and pulled her naked body from beneath Jack Thompson.

"Damn," he said, angered momentarily by the abrupt interruption. He was just about to cum when she'd slipped his rock-hard penis from her grasping cunt. But now she began lasciviously jerking his cock back and forth while with her other hand she reached up and adjusted a mechanism over the bed.

Jack's vision came momentarily into focus. Christina adjusted the dial over the bed once more, and the image of his and Christina's bodies in the mirror dissolved. Where they'd seen themselves, another room appeared.

"A two-way mirror," she explained.

A large semi-circular bed like the one they lay on was pushed up against the wall right next to the mirror. The blurred picture of two nakedly entwined figures came into view. Jack could see the man was kneeling behind the girl, his hands stretching and pulling at her proffered ass-cheeks as he wormed his mouth between her upraised buttocks. The girl bent on her arms over the bed-table… her passionately flaring ass-cheeks high in the air, her legs spread salaciously apart.

"Do you recognize him?" a strange new tone of excitement came into Christina's voice.

Jack grunted. He nodded his head slightly as his eyes focused a little better. The girl's blonde hair cascading softly down her arms from her lowered head shielded her face from view. The man turned toward the mirror… suddenly the congressman's son gasped. "Fritz Schneider! I thought he was in Palma!"

"Darling, there's nothing to worry about. Becky's back at the hotel… Fritz brought this young blonde back from Palma to enjoy himself with."

"Man… she's really going out other mind," Jack felt his cock stiffen impatiently in Christina's hand. The thought of the young girl being licked into spasms of pleasure sent shivers of licentiousness shooting through his loins, and he shifted his weight until he was once again lying directly atop Christina. Arching his hips, he wormed the tip-end of his hardened cock up into the brunette's dilating cuntal opening. With each long smooth stroke, he conjured up blurred thoughts of fucking the blonde after he'd finished with Christina. Yes, after Schneider was done with her… But there was no rush. Becky must be back in Palma now, and he had the whole night in front of him.

On the other side of the mirror, Becky writhed and squirmed under the mounting pressure of Fritz Schneider's licking tongue that ran down her lustfully secreting pussy slit. She glanced down between her legs and watched his tongue plunge in between her splayed cunt lips.

"Oooooh," she moaned, uncontrollably. "So good!"

The helplessly aroused young blonde locked her hands firmly behind his head and pressed the flicking tongue deeper and deeper up into her throbbing cunt. Suddenly, the delicious sucking sensation stopped. She felt the German lift his head and rise to his feet behind her. He pushed her to the bed where she fell on her back.

"Now… for the next stage, Becky," he looked down at her. "In common language, it's called… fucking!"

"What… oh, God," she gasped, seeing him kneel up between her widespread legs and begin inching forward.

She closed her eyes to shield herself from the humiliation of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cruel gaze. Tears of confusion welled in Becky's eyes as Schneider's hands worked over her pebble-hard nipples and fondled the voluptuous roundness of her breasts.

"Nooooo!" the pain shot through her as his teeth fastened on one firmly erect nipple.

Then, down below, she could feel the blunt rubbery hardness of his cock brushing lewdly against her moist vaginal opening.

"Oh God… you're too big… you'll rip me open!" she burst out.

She felt his hands close around her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into the resilient white flesh. "Reach down. Take my prick in your hands," he said.

Without thinking, she did as he'd commanded, and reached down between their naked bodies. She felt his cock jerk spasmodically as her fingers curled tightly around his burgeoning shaft.

"Go on, put it in," he gritted his teeth.

"Oh no, I can't," she said. "It'll hurt!"

"Do it!" he hissed.

"No, I can't! Please, let me go!" she pleaded.

Schneider lunged forward, flattening his hairy chest against her heaving breasts. At the same time he reached between their bodies and took his erect penis between his fingers, guiding it forward. She felt the huge cock-head part her cringing pussy lips, drawing the moist cuntal flesh apart in a slow thrusting movement.

"Aaaahhh, noooo, nooo," she moaned as the skewering rod of male flesh plunged forward another painful inch.