Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

Becky forced herself to remain motionless and silent, knowing that she was his wife now and she had to accept his male demands. If she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, it would be foolish for her to struggle any more. Jack almost seemed to enjoy prolonging the painful process as long as he could!

"Look," he rasped hoarsely. "You just have to relax. You're going to enjoy this more than you think!"

His fingers continued their maddening assault, probing at her warmly opening cuntal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her soft resilient ass-cheeks to nudge into the deep narrow crevice. She tried to stifle a throaty mewl as her tingling pussy mound mindlessly rose up toward his caressing fingers, releasing a score of lewd sensations that spread out from her trembling vaginal area.

"No… please, just stop for a minute!" she cried out.

Instead, he moved closer on the flattened mattress, straddling her legs as his hands worked over the warm flesh of her slowly undulating pussy. "Now, reach in and take out my cock!"

A low shudder of unexpected excitement passed through her struggling belly at his harsh demand. Oh God! What was happening to her?

Becky used all of her willpower to fight this depraved and animal-like sensuality, yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as he coursed his hands over her throbbing cuntal flanges. She could feel soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure so beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her thighs. Like some mindless love-slave, she rose toward the grinning young man, stretched out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long thick bulge beneath his pants.

"Daamnnnnnnnnnn!" he groaned, and pivoted the crotch of his pants closer to her fingers that were timidly pulling at his belt. He scooted forward toward the lovely blonde girl, his stomach pressing against her taut little belly so that the zipper of his slacks was within her easy grasp. She gripped the metal clasp of his pants and then – closing her eyes – slid it slowly down. His underpants sprang out instantly, bulging with the obscene thrust of his erected cock.

Despite her fear, Becky Thompson moved her hands inside her husband's white jockey shorts until her fingers encountered his pulsating penis, which instantly seemed to leap up into the glove-fitting warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively at his burgeoning cock-shaft, and used her other hand to pull at the waistband of his underwear, tugging the shorts and slacks down until they were clinging at his knees. The entire length of his thick blue-veined penis stood out only a few inches from her eyes, the cock-head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tight that it seemed to shine.

"Get naked," Jack hissed, his eyes focused on her fingers that clasped around his swollen male staff.

Without waiting for her to respond, and with his cock still thrust into the cup of her hand, he pulled her white bridal nightgown over her head, exposing the lush pink-tipped mounds of her proud young breasts to his obscene gaze.

"Damn!" he muttered and let the nightgown fall carelessly to the carpeted floor, still fastening his gaze on her goose-bumped little nipples.

After taking off his shirt and kicking his pants | to the side, Thompson began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against her defenselessly upturned loins, rubbing the lust-swollen cock-tip against the warm moistened lips of her aroused cunt. The turgidly throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of sensation up and down her hair-lined pussy slit, probing at it until the moist layers of cuntal flesh parted and the sensitive under-ridge of his fleshy rod fit snug within her heated vaginal furrow.

"Damn, you sure feel good," he murmured as he continued to grind slowly and steadily against her pinned-down pussy. He slid his penis up and down her vaginal crevice, fomenting a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from the tip of her quivering, little clitoris down through her swollen cuntal lips and into her dilating vaginal passage.

As the strangely exciting pleasure continued to mount from her young bridegroom's erotic probings at her moist vaginal slit, Becky began to rationalize away the need to struggle against him. Yesssss, she thought dimly, it feels toooo gooood, too delicious to even think of resistance… Becky could feel the ecstatic sensations destroying the fortress-like structure of her ingrained prudishness, thrusting her into a deep pervasive sensuality that now embraced every quivering inch of her naked young body. No… she didn't understand why it should suddenly happen to her – perhaps a result of those long months of patient waiting before they got married, but now she was too turned-on to resist anything that he wanted to do to her.

"Ooooooooh," she groaned beneath the desire-swollen face that pressed against her tear-stained cheeks. Despite her continuing verbal protests, she suddenly realized that her hips were betraying her real desire, moving as they were in eager little circles, rotating around his cock that rubbed so provokingly against her unprotected pussy. Slowly, of their own volition, her knees raised until they were locked in place on either side of his naked buttocks. The hair on his legs teased against the tender backs of her legs, expanding the lewd sensation in her pussy down to the tingling nerve endings of her smooth thighs.

Groaning at her own shameless wantonness, the aroused young bride hooked her heels behind his knees, and, with a low bestial sound of hunger, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his lips wetly down against hers.

"Mmmmm," she mewled into his passion-contorted face. He jammed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked voraciously on it, soft erupting sounds of pleasure escaping through the warm juncture of their entwined lips.

Becky gyrated her hungry young cunt in impatient grinding thrusts up against his lengthening cock, trying to draw it up into her quivering vagina. "Oooooh," she mewled below him, sucking again on his lips as his tongue took complete mastery of her mouth.

Suddenly, Jack was looking down at her large firm breasts swaying out gently toward her ribs and swaying with each gasp that came from her throat.

"Okay," he said. "You ready for it?"

"Oh… yesss, do it, do it to meeee!" she whispered, totally out of control now with rampant desire.

He reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies to grasp his blood-engorged penis, positioning it right above the trembling little opening to her heated cuntal flesh.

"Do you want me to fuck you? Go on, say it!"

"I want… God!… Please do it to meeeee!" the young-bride was more than ready and there was no need to wait an instant longer.

As though he were moving a guided missile into firing position, Jack placed the large rubbery head of his male hardness up against the tight little entrance to her virginal cuntal depths. Pausing for a moment, he nuzzled his throbbing cock-tip around in an impatient semicircle over the small, unused opening until her searing vaginal mouth suddenly gave way. With one smooth movement of his hips, he thrust forward, and his long burgeoning member sluiced steadily up between her chaste pussy folds. Becky groaned as something inside her snapped, her lips contorting spasmodically and her tongue running over his open, panting lips.

"Oooooh, yesssss," she cried, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as his sperm-bloated balls slapped flatly against her upturned buttocks. Her jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the powerful impact of his initial thrust drove her trembling young thighs even wider apart.

The length and thickness of Jack Thompson's cock was even greater than the inexperienced virgin had imagined when she had first plucked it from his fly. It seemed now to fill her completely, brimming out at its base from the clinging vaginal lips and forcing her tightly fitting passage wider than she had ever thought possible.