Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

She involuntarily opened her thighs, permitting the lust-crazed German further access to her almost virginal cunt. Suddenly, the entire bulbously throbbing cock-head was inside, and he was fucking in and out of her in long smooth strokes that smacked her firm white ass-cheeks lewdly on the mattress beneath them.

Momentarily, he withdrew, raising up in a push-up position to look down at their naked bodies – one so curvaceous and white and the other burly and covered with masculine hair. Becky's entire vaginal furrow was quivering in fear as he thrust his desire-thickened penis forward and saw her pussy lips part under the sheer force of his powerful entry, revealing the tiny pink clitoral bud standing erect amongst the moist vaginal folds.

The German gave a laugh that ended in a snort. "Tell me you want it," he said.

"What?"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you!"

Becky winced, turning her head away from his hot fervid gaze. She couldn't! She wouldn't do it! With this one proclamation she'd be under Schneider's complete control.

"Say it, you bitch… say it," a savage animal look burned in his eyes.

He thrust his hips forward again, and the captive young wife cried out in agony as his huge cock completely disappeared up into her tightly stretched cuntal opening.

"Oh God, no," she intoned, suddenly feeling the wanton wildness in herself matching the German's obscene command, and fighting desperately to control her masochistic desires.

Becky gave another cry of distress as another powerful thrust of his hard dominating penis into her helplessly stretched pussy forced her legs to jerk up in the air. He began ramming and withdrawing with an ox-like strength, brutally and lewdly drilling in and out of her tight little cunt with his blood-engorged cock.

His fucking was merciless and wild, and his hands were all over Becky Thompson's naked body as he pinched and massaged her fearfully quivering breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach and bruises on her shoulders and breasts. He was fucking her and she could do nothing to stop him – she didn't even know if she wanted to stop him!

Each savage shove was simultaneously hurting and pleasing the helpless young blonde as he pounded his massively pulsating cock up against the cushioned tip of her cervix, causing her to wince at each heartless stroke. He was fucking her so hard that the force of his lunges was shoving her squirming body across the bed, and her head was thumping painfully against the mattress.

"Oooooohhh," Becky's whole body suddenly rose up in writhing delight, and she opened her mouth and thrust her own tongue with wanton abandon deep into his sucking throat.

Fritz was fucking into her as hard and violently as he could now, with his arms straight down at his sides and his claw-like fingers digging cruelly into her spasmodically undulating buttocks.

Becky was ready to cum; he could feel it as her long slender legs jerked out widely on either side of his heavy body and snaked up around his hard-driving ass-cheeks. She squirmed her jerking buttocks in obscene little circles in time to the rhythm of his long hard cock that skewered so viciously into her totally impaled vaginal furrow.

"Oh fuck me… ooooohhh," she moaned finally abandoning all thoughts of resistance and giving herself over completely to this animalistic plundering of her nearly virginal body.

Their bodies moved in perfectly coordinated strokes, his rigidly throbbing cock stroking deep up into the farthest recesses of Becky Thompson's womb. "Ooohhh, God, screeeew me, do it to me haaaaaard! Ooooooog, I'm cuuumming… cuuuming… cummmmming!"

Fritz felt an aching pressure building deep within his semen-filled balls, and he gripped her frantically wriggling ass-cheeks and squeezed their pliant flesh with a crushing strength, feeling her convulse from head to toe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Shit… oh… fuck… damn!" he gasped and groaned, increasing the viciousness of his strokes. His pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against her moistly trembling cunt as his long thick cock rammed far up into the hidden depths of her obscenely violated belly. He put his hands down behind her knees and shoved her widespread thighs up over her shoulders until her knees were on either side of her head and her tight little pussy was defenselessly exposed to whatever carnal outrage he wanted to perpetrate upon it.

In one final lunge, the German ground his lust-hardened penis up into her splayed-open cunt as far up as it would go, rousing groans of passion from his lips that once again locked tightly to hers. His hands again clasped her squirming buttocks in a death grip, the ache in his heavily bloated balls becoming unbearable.

Fritz gasped into the moist cavern of her mouth, felt the wild staccato bursting of his penis and then, with a deep soul-shattering roar that went on and on, his seething cum exploded far up inside her writhing belly, spewing its liquid heat deep into the rippling depths of her clasping cunt.

Becky went limp and weak beneath Schneider's final lunging strokes into her ravished pussy. Her whole body felt more blissful than it ever had before – much more than when Jack had tried to make her cum last night. But now she sensed the pain coming back to her and suddenly she shuddered as a new wave of guilt washed over her shamelessly exposed young body.

No matter how she rationalized, she had finally succumbed to Fritz Schneider's brutish love making and actually loved it. But one thing was certain: Jack must never know, even if he had made love to Christina.

"That was quite a performance," Schneider grinned above her.

She raised on one elbow and looked at him. "Yes, I guess it was." She dropped her head in abject humiliation at her own illicit admission.

"I'd never have known you were the same demure young thing I met in the caf? yesterday," he said.

She closed her eyes, trying to make the shameful feeling go away. But she couldn't. Good God… hadn't this madman had enough… would he persist in degrading her until not an ounce of pride remained?

Just before Becky had cum, her husband Jack, in the next room, felt his climax sky-rocket through his youthfully aroused body. He could feel Christina's hands reach for the ballooning sac of his testicles and begin desperately milking them… "Damn!" he exclaimed, "ooohhh, fuck!"

The hotly clasping walls of the Italian woman's cunt sucked around his pistoning cock like a nibbling mouth, drawing his flooding male semen deep up into her womb. Jack felt himself go limp and collapse down on Christina's body. He closed his eyes and experienced a whirl of incoherent images flashing through his mind. Opening his lids again, he saw the weird pattern of two bodies exposed on the surface of the two-way mirror. Christina lay sprawled out on the bed beside him, her body slowly pulling away as his depleted cock grew limp and slid with a lewd sucking sound out of her sperm-filled cunt.

"Jesus… isn't it strange?" he said, "that must be exactly how we looked."

"He seems to be making that young girl happy," Christina said.

Jack squinted at the mirror. The blonde was raising and lowering her roundly straining buttocks as Fritz squeezed her ripe young breasts with his hands. Damn! She was hot! Hotter than anything he'd ever seen before, he thought.

The nakedly writhing bodies in the mirror were blurred and his mind was still hazy from the Pernod and exhaustion of lovemaking, but gradually the twin images became clearer to him.

"Now, look carefully," Christina said, "look at her face… what do you see, darling!"

" I – oh. God… no!" each line of the girl's lust-contorted features came into sharp focus. His heart leapt in his chest in disbelief. "No… no, Becky! It can't be!"