Peter Jensen - The Captive Bride

His eyes ran over the seemingly endless sweep of thick white carpeting in the long living room. Behind the sofa where he now sat, the wall was formed by sliding glass doors that opened out onto a patio circling around the large swimming pool. When he thought about it, he couldn't see how there was any danger in a little petting with Christina. Schneider would be back soon enough to prevent anything more involved from happening. But suddenly, he was worried as to whether or not the sexy brunette girl had any further lovemaking with him in mind at all. Perhaps, he thought with a sudden sinking disappointment, they would simply sit and have coffee while they waited for Schneider. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Christina's footsteps padding softly down the hallway.

"Here I am in something more comfortable," her low voice declared from the doorway.

Jack turned and saw the voluptuous Italian woman in a transparent black negligee which brought out the emphatical naked curves of her breasts. The young husband shuddered and felt his pulsating cock lurch out hard against his slacks.

"You like, darling?" There was a suggestive glint in her eye.

"When you said something more comfortable, I guess you meant it," he gulped.

"Now you just come along with me," the young brunette smiled. "I'd like to show you something."

In a semi-hypnotic daze from the Pernod, Jack followed her down a long hallway to a large room with an enormous semi-circular bed in its center. The walls at the head and sides of the large bed were adorned with erotic paintings in a classical style. Jack walked up to a wall and looked closely, noticing that each of the subtly colored scenes showed people sucking or licking one another's genitals.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Christina smiled, "do you like those paintings?"

Jack sat down weakly on the bed. "I no longer know what or even how to think," he gasped, feeling the dark-haired girl press against him as she sat down on the bed.

Schneider's mistress looked at him, studying the conflicting emotions crossing his face. She was confident that she held him completely in her power now. It was only a matter of enjoying him and timing the sex act so it coincided with Schneider's plans. From the light flickering down at the far end of the estate, she assumed Schneider and Becky were in the guest house. Schneider must have seen the taxi arrive and would allow her at least a half-hour to warm up Jack before he brought his young wife up to the main house.

Young Thompson experienced one last rebellion of his conscience as he looked across the bed at the enticingly clothed Italian woman. Goddamn! He just couldn't do it! But then he watched his own hands, moving out from his sides of their own volition. They began to caress her firmly tanned thighs below the sheer black nightgown which had ridden up to just below her rounded buttocks when she sat down. Then his eyes lifted to her succulent breasts whose pink-looking little tips were pointing up visibly through the transparency of the sheer black lace material.

Christina moved closer and Jack turned questioningly toward her, his hands trembling as he lifted them to encircle her small waist. His grip strengthened as he grew more confident, running his hands across the small of her back and then circling around to her tautly rippling belly. He moved his hand down toward his slacks and unzipped his fly.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Christina cooed as Jack's long thick cock burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Jack reached for Christina's hand, wrapping it around his expanding cock and skinning it back so that the giant head popped out from the thinly-guarding foreskin. Christina slowly massaged his erected penis while his hands trailed from her erect nipples down over her stomach to her excitedly parting thighs. He lifted the skirt of her nightgown to place his hand directly on her moistly throbbing cunt.

"Ooooooooooh," the young woman moaned and pulled at the massively pulsating penis with one hand, fondling his sperm-inflated balls with the other.

Jack insinuated his extended middle finger up into her softly lubricated cuntal opening. He raised his hips slightly from the bed while she pulled his jockey shorts and pants down off his feet, then he slowly lifted her scanty nightgown up over her head, and removed the rest of his own clothing.

Their naked forms in the mirror at the head of the bed looked sun-bronzed and perfect to Christina. She admired the way her breasts swelled large and evenly tanned next to his muscular chest. Then a salacious tingle rippled through her as she watched his head bend down to her hardening nipples. That cock of his really looks huge straining out against my fingers, she thought to herself. Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped out gem-like from the slit-like opening, clinging to her gently grasping palm. She watched rhapsodically as his hips began a slow rocking movement in rhythm to the ceaseless milking of her fondling fingers around his blood-engorged cock. Jack bent his head and she felt his lips wrap around one pulsing nipple, then begin gently twisting and churning it with his tongue into further excitement.

The young brunette experienced a mind-blowing thrill as Jack's hands moved from her throbbing vaginal lips to her passionately flexing buttocks. He pulled her slowly forward and thrust his jerking penis close to her wide-splayed pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Christina moaned to his thick rigid erection rubbing up and down between her inflamed pussy lips. "Lover, do you want to lick my pussy? Come on… crawl down between my legs… Lick Christina's pussy for her!"

For a moment, Jack lay there dumbfounded, hardly believing his ears, and then he choked out a raspy sound "Christ!" the lust-fired young husband swore as he crawled down between her already uplifted knees.

"Goddamn!" he grunted again as his bulging eyes feasted on the soft raven triangle of pubic hair up between her legs. Almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees and forced them farther apart. Then he slithered forward, down toward the parting, delectably moist cuntal lips. With his thumbs he spread them even further apart to reveal the pinkly glistening pussy flesh that beckoned him to lick there.

Abruptly, his head dropped between her widespread thighs.

Jack's mouth began a gentle sucking on her outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out in time to the incessant flickering of his tongue on her swollen clitoris. His hands massaged her passionately straining buttocks and inner thighs, while his hot eager mouth continued to kiss and caress her dilating cuntal lips. Then, as he gained confidence, his tongue – hot and quivering with a life of its own – shot like a darting insect up into the warm liquid depths of her vagina.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! Wonderfulllllll! Lick my pussssssssy!" Christina's words drained off into incoherence. Suddenly, in a movement of uncontainable desire, her churning abdomen rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth. Her smooth tanned stomach rotated obscenely like a belly dancer's, meeting his probing tongue with abandoned up-thrusts of her pelvis.

Jack began licking from her tightly puckered anal ring to her clitoris in one galvanizing sweep of his searing tongue. He was forced to slip his hands even further under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping away from his mouth; he squeezed her soft, resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding womanhood. There was nothing rational about what he was doing, but for some reason, he just didn't give a damn anymore.

Damn! What a sweet-smelling pussy! he thought, drawing her slender legs up and around his neck. Christina's tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically beneath his touch. He could tell she was clamoring now for her climax by the wildly aroused twists and squirms of her belly. He began licking his tongue over her cunt with a fury, reveling in the knowledge that her orgasm was mere seconds away and that he could dispense or withhold it from her, depending on his own whims.