Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

Sometimes Christina thought Fritz understood her sexual needs even better than she did.

Schneider bent down and rested his elbows on his knees. "You have the right attitude dear. I'll enjoy watching you throw it to him. After a few hours of coaxing, I'm sure you'll be impossible to resist."

"I think my body is holding up pretty well, don't you?" Christina said, cupping her hands under the voluptuous weight of her firmly rounded breasts and lifting them until they stood out in full bloom. She held the pulsating little nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them gently into erection. Leaving her breasts, her hands trailed down over her smooth stomach to her hair-fringed pubic "vee".

"Quite well," Schneider agreed. "Come over here so we can talk more about it."

Christina walked over to the stone patio and then knelt provocatively beside Schneider who tangled one hand into her soft black hair. With the other hand, he unzipped his Bermuda shorts, rising a minute to tug them and his undershorts anxiously over his knees until they fell alongside the bench. He dropped back onto the bench, his long, desire-hardened cock beginning to jerk and throb below his spreading belly.

"You'll work over the husband and I'll get the proud little bride," he murmured and separated his hairy thighs, holding his cock in his hand and slipping back the heavy foreskin to reveal the thick rubbery head. Then he took her hand and clasped it around his rock-hard penis which stiffened and twitched visibly at her warm touch.

The kneeling young woman teased the foreskin back and forth with one hand while with the other she played with his sperm-bloated testicles, squeezing them with the tips of her gently massaging fingers. "He was nicely built, I thought," Christina murmured as Fritz's lubricating fluid seeped out of the small opening at the lust-bloated glans. She rubbed her fingers over his blunt cock-head, swirling the slippery liquid all over the throbbing tip and causing obscene ecstatic shivers to run down Schneider's thighs. Christina bent forward to trail her warm tongue down his hair-covered belly to his upper thighs as Schneider's cock jerked in excited response. She continued to massage and stroke his long hard penis with one hand while her tongue ran hungrily down over his cum-filled balls.

"And naive. He'll be so appreciative," he grunted and gritted his teeth as the brunette's open mouth hovered in a tantalizing sucking position about his pulsing cock, so close that he could feel her hot breath grazing against his desire-stiffened penis.

He pressed against the back of her head and forced his erected cock up through her softly ovaled lips into the warm wet saliva of her mouth.

"God, baby, he'll be putty in your hands," he gasped through tightly clenched teeth as his burgeoning penis slid up the full length of her wetly outstretched tongue. He could feel his cock pulsating against the clasping interior of her mouth as she wormed her head the full-length down his hardened penile staff until the blunt tip-end touched back against her tonsils.

Christina mewled softly and lifted her head up slowly to his cock-head where she flicked the tip of her tongue into the small open slit at the end until she could taste his pungent seminal fluid. She ran her tongue wetly around and around the saliva-lubricated head, then began pumping with her lips, bobbing her head up and down as her elastically sucking lips pulled like a vacuum on the taut cock-shaft fucking up into her open mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on the outstroke and expanded on the instroke, the pink insides of her lips clinging to his thrusting penis as if held there by unseen fingers.

Schneider's cock sank deep into her clasping cheeks until only the thick base of it showed white and glistening from between her incessantly sucking lips. The dark-haired older man placed his hands on the bench and levered himself up, lifting his hips and grinding them in continuously thrusting jabs against her receiving mouth.

"You'll get him in bed with you and he'll be fucking you when she catches him," he grunted as her head bobbed below, her breasts lewdly dancing beneath her pumping torso. She continued sucking his crazily jerking penis while she trailed her fingernails across his muscular thighs, working them down to cradle his cum-filled balls.

Suddenly, his hands locked tightly behind her head, he forced her mouth mercilessly down his rigid hardness until Christina gagged slightly. She struggled to regain her breath and then drew up and down on his mouth-filling penis, her lips making wet sucking noises as her ovalling mouth strained ever more hungrily around his driving cock.

"Harder, harder," he commanded. Schneider closed his eyes, pretending for the moment it was the sexy blonde wife of the American. He'd like to give it to her like this, ramming his cock all the way back into her throat when he did get her… and… he would get her soon!

"Suck harder… harder!" he hissed in animal-like anticipation as Christina labored ever more passionately below; her breasts bobbed and bounced wantonly and her skin began glistening from the tiny droplets of sweat forming over her straining body.

"I'm going to get at that hot young wife and fuck her senseless!" Schneider growled as his hands tightened in his young mistress's long black hair. Suddenly the heat in his constricting balls screamed out with explosive release!

Chills rippled along the back of his spine and an obscene gurgling murmur passed from his lips as he felt the maddening softness of her flicking tongue twirling around his powerfully ejaculating cock, teasing it ever more furiously as his churning testicles neared the bursting point. Incoherent moans sputtered from between his tightly clenched teeth, and a low guttural sound erupted from somewhere deep in his chest and broke into a choking gasp.

Hot liquid sperm was emptying out from his violently contracting balls, flooding searing jets of cum deep into her contracting throat as Christina continued sucking for all she was worth. Her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing desperately the gushing spurts of hot male semen which filled every cubic inch of her cum-drenched mouth.

"Suck it, baby, suck it," he whimpered in the final trembling spasms of his draining orgasm.

Slowly, his penis deflated between her semen-smeared lips, but she continued the hungry little nibbling motions, sucking out the last tiny bit of his boiling male cum as she rested her head on his leg. She continued to nip at him gently for awhile before she lifted her head and rose again to her knees.

"When do we meet the husband?" Christina said, her cum-covered mouth shining lewdly in the Mediterranean sunlight.

"This afternoon we shall invite them to the house. Once they're here, they're here for good. We'll hold them while you work on the husband. When the young girl is in the proper state of shock, I think we'll get some good photographs of her. After we get the pictures, we'll release the husband with the heroin but hold onto the wife. He will get her back after he's delivered the drug. We, my dear, will hold onto the photographs for our future protection, and I might add, our future amusement."

Becky Thompson stretched her long legs out into the sun as she sat alone at an outdoor table in the same Palma sidewalk cafe where she and her husband, Jack, had met the German and the voluptuous Italian woman yesterday. Jack had finally gone to the bar after they had waited quite a long time to order their second round of drinks. He was now talking casually with an elderly Scandinavian woman while he attempted to get the barman's attention.

Becky lifted her long golden hair from her shoulders for a moment and breathed a deep sigh of relief as the cool air hit her shoulders. The soft breeze blowing through the crowded sidewalk cafe was refreshing after the hot June morning she and Jack had spent on the beach.