Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

The young bride's protests only served to excite the hotel clerk further. He took one look at the girl's trembling ass-cheeks and pushed his eagerly pulsing cock's head tighter against her little anus which was puckering tightly together in fear.

He thrust forward with all his strength.

"Nooooooo!" Becky groaned.

"Man… she's tight!"

She began undulating her upraised buttocks, trying desperately to escape his licentious male probe, but she couldn't. He was hurting her, the pain was unbelievable! It felt like her small virginal rectum was splitting before the thick staff of hard flesh cramming up her from behind. "Aaaaaggghhh! You're killing me!" she screamed, but her protest was futile as Olaf continued to hammer his long thick cock inch by painful inch up into her cruelly violated anus.

Finally the hotel clerk, leaning over her back, reached around her waist and down between her wildly trembling legs to fondle her moistening pussy lips and clitoris. She tried to squirm away from his hand, but this only succeeded in impaling his ramrod cock another inch deeper up her rectum. Becky knew her body had reached a point of responding to him… she could feel all her dreads and delights mingling into one burning point of sexual excitement that was all too visible to the burly man straddling her straining buttocks from behind. Becky was aware of the salacious spectacle they must be making to Hans who was watching at the foot of the bed… but somehow that didn't seem as terrifying as the thought that the moment was fast approaching when she would no longer care what they did to her body.

Olaf watched wild-eyed and perspiring as young Becky Thompson writhed and squirmed beneath the insistent pressure of his fingers circling obscenely around her erect clitoris. He let his thickly distended penis rest just inside her rubbery anal hole, giving her time to accustom herself to its alien presence. "Yes, it'll feel real good. Yesssss, Becky, I'm gonna hurt you," he was saying with disarming tenderness.

She moved once again and the clasping walls of her rubbery rectum squeezed glove-like around his invading thickness, sending a whirlpool of delight rippling through his invading cock-shaft. He thrust in slightly, and heard her grunt, then sigh… the change from humiliating pain to pleasure was clear to him now, though she was obviously trying to suppress it.

"Ooooohhh," an obscene feeling surged through the kneeling wife as she felt the warmly pulsing penis buried far up in her rectum, bringing her strange masochistic pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

"Damn… Jesus!" the Swede groaned.

Oh yessss… God it feels good, her mind spun, that's what I needed… oh yes, oh yes! Oh God, I've got it!

But Jorgensen wasn't used to the wild pleasure of sodomizing a woman, and within seconds the excitement had caused his hot load of sperm to begin aching for freedom. With a loud groan, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Again and again he rammed his madly throbbing cock deep up inside her hot little rectum, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately shuddering back in small streams.

"Oh damn!" he cursed himself.

Becky began to feel her own overpowering need slowly taking over her mind and body. She wanted him… had to have him bring her to orgasm before he climaxed. Her face was twisted now with the delirium of desire, and she began lunging her back into his heavy stomach, sending the pile-driving tip of his thick penis deeper and deeper up into her hotly clasping rectum.

"Gooooooooood, Goooooooood God!" she moaned, "fuck me… Olaf, fuck meeeeee, fuck my asshole! Oh… oh… oh!"

Her lewd entreaties were simply too much for him and Olaf knew he could hold back the flood no longer. With one final agonizing jolt forward, his balls flexed and then exploded in a rapid-fire blast of hot spurting semen that flooded her rectum and overflowed from around his deeply embedded cock-shaft. He lunged so hard that she groaned under him as he strained to keep every inch of his wildly ejaculating penis deep up inside her warm buttery rectum.

"No! Pleeeassee! Don't stop now… keep fucking… I'm almost there," Becky pleaded, but the hotel clerk's penis was already growing soft and slipping uselessly from her tightly clasping rectum. She reached behind and grabbed the deflating shaft with both hands, trying to hold it in, but it was useless! "Please!" she began weeping. "You can't leave me like this!"

Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and finally her face fell to the mattress. She sensed Hans gaping in wonderment at her as she kneeled nakedly on the bed, her rounded ass-cheeks still lifted shamelessly in the air, sob after sob shaking her aroused young body as thin streams of sperm ran down the backs of her thighs.

"Shit… she was really something," Olaf stood up from the bed, a dazed, stupored look glazing his eyes.

"Let me finish it off for you," the gardener pulled off his pants once more and began stroking his already hardened penis back and forth in his hands.

The young bride looked back at the lean older man as he moved up behind her… She just had to have it now… all sense of what was right and wrong had slipped like water through a sieve from her mind. The aphrodisiac had transformed her entire body into a mass of shamelessly begging female flesh which could only be satisfied by one thing: A long hard cock.

"Oooooh, yessssss, Hans… fuck my asshole. Please make me cum… I'll go out of my mind if I can't cum," she felt him forcing her fleshy ass-cheeks apart.

"Don't worry lady… Goddamn… you're hot," he pressed his sinewy thighs up against her own.

Something hard and pulsating rubbed against her clenching little anus. The gardener's face was contorted beyond all recognition. Sweat dripped from his chest and rivuleted down onto her upraised buttocks, forming a tiny pool that trickled down her parted anal crevice. She felt his rubbery cock-head press obscenely against the snug little opening to her rectum.

"Move it around," the German gardener commanded. "Wiggle that ass up and down."

Becky turned back around as Hans positioned himself more securely behind her buttocks. She did as he'd commanded, lifting her ass-cheeks slightly, then lowering them, her back bent and her face pressed into the sweat-soaked animal skins that covered the bed. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as the German's excitedly throbbing penis suddenly sank its full length up into her cum-drenched rectal channel.

But this time it didn't hurt… "Ooooooh, eeeeeyeeeesss," she crooned. Hans arched his hips back as far as he could, and then rammed his long thick cock right up to the hilt with another body-jolting thrust. She could feel the warmly pulsing under-ridge of his cock burrowing up her passion-inflamed rectum, burying its fleshy hardness deep into the hidden recesses of her stomach.

He held his throbbing penis there for a moment, savoring the wild sex-tremors that raced deliriously through the voluptuous body beneath him. Then he began to fuck up into her anus with a deliberately slow rhythm that whipped the ever-growing flames of insatiable desire into a raging inferno. "Shit… ahhhhhh, damnit," the gardener groaned. Every plunging thrust rippled like steel through her rapturously clinging rectal walls, bringing her closer and closer to a higher peak of ecstatic pleasure than she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, she reached behind them both, her sharp nails biting like barbed hooks into his ass-cheeks, holding him pressed firmly against her wantonly undulating buttocks. With each downward thrust of his hips, she pulled with all her strength, driving his long sodomizing shaft as far as it would go up into her no longer virginal rectum.