Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

She whimpered up at him, suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of being hurt. He had unleashed a lewd passion that she had never dreamed she possessed. And, with each excited grunt and smarting slap of his lean body on the smooth flat plane of her young stomach, she was becoming more and more excited!

"Oh, yes, do it to me, do it to meeee," she screamed, digging her talon-like fingers into the soft flesh of his smoothly rotating buttocks.

Jack gloated above her prostrate body, knowing that he had ignited her feminine fire… and that he was the one who could put it out. He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, watching her nibbling young cunt suck up and down the pulsating length of his stiffened cock.

"Yesssss," her voice was strained with erotic tension. "Oh… Jack, do it to me like that… Oh yes, do it!"

The young man slipped his hands under her frantically churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. He grinned at her each low moan of passionate servile acceptance; he'd never thought he'd be able to bring her to this level of wanton excitement that she had risen to now!

The shamelessly aroused former virgin flexed and unflexed her naked buttocks beneath his fingers and jerked her impaled vaginal flesh harder up onto his pummeling penis. At the same time, he squeezed and fondled her smooth white ass-cheeks, letting the resilient flesh ooze like bread dough around his clenching fingers. Then slowly and methodically he slid one hand toward her tight little anus, resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the tiny puckered opening. He felt her nakedly quivering buttocks tense beneath his hands when his fingertip nudged the anal ring and then felt her buttocks flinch back, inadvertently impaling herself on his outstretched finger.

With a sudden thrusting stab, he pushed his probing finger up into her never-before-entered rectum, feeling the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his merciless attack. "Aaaaargh," she squealed up at him, thrashing her wildly pumping ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands.

Jack pushed again, grunting in satisfaction as she twisted and came down hard with her buttocks, unwittingly assisting him in this outrageous violation of her defenseless anus.

"Oh God, no! Don't do that to me," she called out.

Jack was hardly conscious of his young wife's protests in his own racing excitement. He wormed his finger around in the warm buttery flesh, curling the fingertip deeper until he could feel the ridge of his own smoothly pistoning penis through the thin membrane that separated the two passages. The young bride rotated her buttocks on his finger, trying to escape, while gasps of pain bubbled from her contorted lips. Simultaneously, his long thick cock was plunging into her hotly palpitating cunt. The obscene coinciding rhythms of the dual invasion pinioned her tightly against the bed so that each thrust and withdrawal sent her naked torso into new spasms of pain-incited fury.

"Oooooh God! It hurts, it hurtttts," she groaned in anguish. Her fiery vaginal passage was hot and moist from her former pleasure, while the rubbery channel of her rectum was filled now with two of his fingers that fucked in and out in a lewd rhythmic accompaniment.

Jack pulled back his head so he could watch his beautiful blonde bride's face. It was something he couldn't miss, the sudden and complete surrender of her whole being to him. He was vaguely aware of her discomfort as she twisted and writhed beneath him, but he was unable to control his wild desire to fuck her gripping pussy while he sodomized her with his fingers… yes, it was lewd, it was depraved, he thought, but he couldn't help feeling an exhilarating sense of power sweep over him.

"Oooooh, oooohhhh! Please stop, please stop!" she begged, gasping as though she were close to death.

Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the bedroom, echoing back into Olaf's consciousness as he watched through a peep-hole in the wall of the bridal suite. His eyes raced avidly over the salacious scene. The young bride's sensual body was slick with perspiration and even the area above her naked straining breasts was wet. The plane of her rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy mound were hot with the liquid passion that had spilled out in an unending flow from her moistly dilating cunt moments before. With each slap of the husband's sperm-filled balls on the wet crevice between her cringing ass-cheeks, Olaf could see more of her excited secretions pulsing out. He could see every lewd detail of the obscene pummeling of her naked young body – the young groom's two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rectum, merged with the smooth pistoning of his long hard cock until the two skewering shafts became one impaling sword upon which she writhed like a squealing stuck pig!

"Oh, please stop!" she uselessly pleaded into her husband's dark hair. The young man had swung her thighs up around his sweat-slick back, causing her uplifted buttocks to wave from side to side as he rammed his near-convulsing cock deep into her no-longer-virginal vagina.

"Oh God! Oh God! Stop! Please stop!" she moaned as she felt his spearing cock-head swell deep in her belly. Her hot feminine fluids trickled down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and flowed over his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped hard against his fingers that were driving up into her clasping anus.

The helpless cries from his young wife started a hot aching pressure in Jack's loins, and, suddenly, he felt a heavy tingling in his violently expanding balls. He gripped the thrashing young blonde's buttocks and squeezed them with a cruel strength, drawing her up in mid-air and feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Oh… Christ, oh!" Jack snorted, his lips contorting and his face flushing over as his climax ripped through him. His strokes increased to their peak of fury while his pelvis smacked like a flat board against her splayed-open pink pussy lips as the rush of his geysering cum shot out from the spurting head of his cock and exploded deep into the liquid depths of her vanquished cunt.

Becky didn't know how long her husband lay immobile on top of her. All she was aware of was his heavy breathing and the slow emptying sensation in her sperm-filled vagina as his rapidly deflating cock pulled gradually out of her cunt. Fearful thoughts ran through her head and she agonized over the future of their marriage, sensing that she could never live with a man whose love-making would be so brutal and inconsiderate, even if she still felt a faint tenderness for him as he lay over her body with outstretched arms.

A few moments later Jack raised his large frame from atop his completely ravaged bride and stood from the bed looking half-dazed. Becky stared coldly at him, feeling those fleeting moments of compassion dissolve in a wave of pain and disappointment. She rolled over on her side and tried to gather her thoughts which still reeled with insane images of his pounding buttocks and chest.

"I suppose you think we're finished, all washed up," she heard Jack's voice intone as if from a great distance.

"At this point, I'm only trying to bear the pain," she gasped as another burst of hot rasping sensation shot through her violated loins.

"As you might have noticed," he said, his voice rising in anger, "you were not exactly the willing bride."

Becky heard him pad heavily across the room and she shut her eyes tight and buried her face in the pillow. So this is what sex is supposed to be like, she thought to herself. For years she had dreamed of a perfect wedding night that had now been submerged in a chaos of violent and obscene fucking. And that was what it had been… fucking! Not the tender love-making she had wanted so badly.