Jon Reskind - The abducted wife

"Strip off your clothes for me," he said, still holding her arm, but stepping back a bit to give her room.

Jane undid the last remaining button on her dress, pulled it from her shoulders and then, after an undecided moment, threw it quickly to the side of the small open space where it caught on a bush like something hung out to dry. She reached for her shoes, and stumbling awkwardly while he held her up by the arm, bent over to pull them from her delicately curving ankles. Glancing up with one last plea for mercy on her face, she saw his eyes catch on the exposure of the deep cleavage between her breasts and the expression on his face soften with lust. The shoes fell to the ground and he kicked them to the side with furious energy, his free hand reaching out with desperate hurry and undoing the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the ground between their feet, and, in too much of a hurry to bother now he left it there, moving his hands hurriedly down to the elastic waistband of her panties and pulling them down her deeply heaving stomach, and then, with more rapidly mounting urgency, down her long tanned delicately tapering thighs and calves. With one long sweeping glance, his eyes raced across every inch of her lusciously curving naked body, and he gulped hard in disbelief at the feast awaiting him.

"Lie down on your back," he said and pointed to a soft, thick patch of grass under the tree.

His arm still held her tightly as she stepped backward and sank onto the ground until she lay beneath him totally naked. Then he let her go and she looked up at him standing over her, one foot straddling each side of her waist, his face swollen and his eyes glazing over with passion. Jane started abruptly as he stepped backward and dropped to his knees between her legs, pushing her knees far apart. The sharply gleaming knife in his right hand settled across her belly, his other hand jerking one leg further out. Jane took one last look at the light blue sky barely evident in splotches through the heavy thickness of the overhanging trees and then shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the first painfully searing rush of his burgeoning cock entering her.

She felt his fingers stroke softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs – then she cringed as she felt his fingers slowly spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her open cuntal furrow apart. A warm gush of air rushed over the splayed out genitals and Jane shuddered with humiliation and shame as she realized that the softly parting flanges were wet, proof of her own unconscious attraction to him and giving him further encouragement. One finger stroked the hotly straining little bud of her clitoris for an endless moment, then worked its way down the length of the narrow wet slit, down over the elastic-rimmed opening of her vagina, and into the crevice of her helplessly squirming buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably down against the softness of the grass, low mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her clenched teeth.

"Oooooh!" she jerked as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. She jerked her torso up on her elbows and gazed down in shocked disbelief at his lust-incited face sliding into the soft curling pubic fleece on the splayed out lips of her cunt. "Oh God, please. Please don't do that to me. No one has ever licked me down there before!"

"Shut up," he growled and lowered his head, greedily flicking the tip of his saliva-moistened tongue into the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his warmly stroking tongue the full length of it, from the tight-closed little pucker of her violently clenching vagina, up over the fluted pink edges of her cuntal lips and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound. Jane whimpered and groaned in protest, but the silvery flashing knife on her nude stomach restrained her from squirming backwards. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the forbidden sensation that throbbed hotly now up between her legs. Buck's free hand dug harshly into her wildly heaving abdomen, curling around her bare mid-section and rising up the straining ridges of her ribcage to her swollen ripe breasts. His hand cupped the soft resilient mounds, trapping the sensitively hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger; squeezing until a tiny excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips.

"Please stop," she protested and flailed her head from side to side, knowing all the while it was useless. He didn't even bother to answer; his only response was a sudden pressure of the flat of the knife against the cream-white flesh of her vulnerable belly.

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the grass as the hot searing tongue shot out, its softly flicking tip moving teasingly to the warmly palpitating opening of her pussy. He pressed his mouth directly over the tight little hole and ran his tongue over the soft, hair rimmed portals. Weird erotic pictures of how she must look, naked with her legs spread wide, began to flow through her dazed mind that was sinking to the dim edges of consciousness from all the shock, alcohol, and sun. As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a low guttural groan from her and causing her smooth inner thighs to close convulsively around either side of his moving head. She could feel her wet flesh slip moistly over his long extended tongue as the moistening walls of her lewdly invaded vagina opened and closed in an involuntary, hungry little sucking motion around its obscenely teasing thickness.

"Oh, God," she groaned in spite of herself as Buck's free hand left her breast to trail slow teasing paths down the soft unresisting belly and insert itself thrillingly into the pubic hair rising from the base of her pelvis. It stroked the soft curls for a moment and suddenly smoothed down into the moist ready slit between her legs, scraping gently at the tiny pleasure-bud and sending it springing into hotly quivering life. Wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbed through her and her heels pushed down into the ground and every muscle in her body tensed as she strained to control the desire to lift her hips upward toward that hot maddening probe between her legs. She had never known anything like this feeling before or had expected that it could be like this.

It feels so good, she inwardly swooned, and I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to.

Her smoothly gyrating buttocks lifted upwards and she began involuntarily screwing her hips in small tiny accommodating circles around the flicking tongue in her warmly throbbing vagina. Her parted legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was plunging gluttonously into her wildly sucking hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she reached forward suddenly and tangled her fingers in his blonde hair. A last conscious thought of her husband, Bob, and the forbidden adultery she was being forced to commit with this complete stranger flickered through her mind and then diffused into nothingness between the lewdly tingling bursts of joy that throbbed and tore through her tongue-filled cunt until she thought her entire body was going to explode asunder.

"Oh! Ohhh!" she moaned, splaying her obscenely stiffening legs wider and wider to give him greater access.

"Now I want you to do the same for me," he grunted and lifted up his head.

Jane's mood of arousal shattered into thousands of tiny frustrated pieces and once again she raised herself to her elbows, the narrow hazy slits of her lust-smoked eyes widening in shock as Buck removed his legs from between her thighs, and positioning them on the sides of her body, began slowly inching up her torso toward her face. He stopped, his knees widely splayed out, just above her breasts, and she thought her eyes would bulge out of her head as he began undoing his zipper above her face. She watched in utter fear and horror, fully cognizant now of what was coming, as the loosened cloth flapped out to the sides and, with one urgent movement, he slid his shorts and pants down to his knees. His fingers seemed to tremble slightly in his excitement, causing the knife clutched in one hand to waver crazily in the sun. Jane's breath caught in her throat as his long rubberily pulsing length sprung upwards and loomed out from his stomach, the round rubbery head already moistly glistening and swelling as it aimed toward her mouth. She had never seen a man's cock this close and it seemed absolutely huge, the rounded smoothness at the top already covered with whitely-seeping moisture as it flicked in front of her lips. A silent plea for sympathy in her eyes, Jane's gaze traveled slowly up the lewdly menacing form knelt over her. His chest was half-soaked with sweat from his earlier efforts between her legs, then she came to his face that was flushed with pleasure at her frightened response to his huge menacing organ. He leered down at her above his wide-held thighs, a cruel animal lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Jane's trembling body into inert stillness. She lay immobile, a trapped prey before a stalking animal, the realization that there was no escape sinking in. His hand drew back the heavy foreskin and the thick turgid head popped out.