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Chapter Three

Olaf Jorgensen, the Swedish desk clerk Becky and Jack had been warned about in the cafe, had been closely watching the young American couple from the first moment they arrived at the swank Hotel Del Palacio around noon of the previous day. From his earlier experiences with American honeymooners, he had guessed they had been married the day before, and that they had left the wedding party early to catch their night flight from the United States to Mallorca. He knew that they had been in the plane overnight by the way they had arrived at the hotel desk looking typically giddy and exhausted. Well, the husband seemed nervous, but his lovely young bride was one of those poised blondes who never looked tired or rumpled. The desk clerk had watched her standing to the side of the counter while her husband anxiously asked about their reservations. Olaf had hardly listened to what the groom was saying since he was so lustfully fascinated with the ripe young figure of the new bride. He expected to get a full view of that luscious young body later that night as he peeped into the Bridal Suite from a small aperture he had long ago installed in the wall of the adjoining hotel room.

The young newlyweds had changed clothes and gone out immediately to sit in some Palma cafe and watch the other tourists. All afternoon Olaf had gloated over his plans for the coming night. He had practically fallen over himself with excessive friendliness when they had returned to the hotel at eight o'clock in the evening. Escorting them personally to their quarters, he had delighted in their surprise at his good service and their ignorance of how he intended to use them.

Olaf, once he had been relieved by the night clerk at nine, headed immediately for the room next to the Bridal Suite. He hurried up to the wall and positioned himself in front of the special viewing spot he had cleverly designed to focus on the bed. There they were! He gasped eagerly as the couple moved quietly around the room in the tender moments just before they would undress and prepare for bed. His heart rose in anticipation as the young man pulled himself close to his beautiful blonde bride while she teased her moistly parted lips over his face.

It will only be a few moments now! Olaf thought. But then the husband's features fell in disappointment when the young girl gently gestured him aside and entered the bathroom. Olaf had cursed silently with sympathetic frustration as Jack sat down on the side of the bed and stared impatiently at the closed bathroom door.

Now Olaf's lust welled up deeper and more insistently than ever as he imagined the perfect curves of Becky Thompson's succulent young body. He congratulated himself on the fact that tonight he would reap a special benefit from the deflowering about to be played out before him. Fritz Schneider had paid Olaf to keep a close detailed watch on the couple. The reasons for Schneider's interest had not been disclosed to the Swede, nor did Olaf feel compelled to ask. Schneider was a clever character and was always up to something lucrative, and Olaf felt lucky to be involved in intrigue with the German. Besides, he had received a sizable lump of cash for his spying efforts.

Olaf rubbed the crotch of his pants, feeling the pulsating ridge of his thickening cock jerk up in arousal as he thought how both he and Jack Thompson were waiting for the same thing.

Now Becky walked out of the bathroom, her flimsy nightgown clinging to her ripe young body and exposing the curved half-moons of her buttocks which undulated provocatively beneath the transparent material. She stood at the mirror like a work of classical sculpture, combing out her long honey-blonde hair with brisk strokes of a brush, then set the brush down on the bureau top. Olaf's eyes moved from the sensuous young curves of her hips up to her voluptuously rounded breasts. They were set close together, and through the thin covering, he could see their tiny pink nipples rising into tantalizing little buds. Damn! Wouldn't he like to get his hands and mouth around those!

"You know, I just can't wait a goddamn minute longer," Thompson's voice broke the momentary silence.

The curvaceous young blonde stood back against the marble-topped bureau. Her eyes flickered down across her husband's leanly muscular body to the obvious bulge of his slacks. She saw him getting up from the bed, a twisted grin sweeping across his face, and suddenly she was terror-stricken.

"Why… Jack… I thought maybe we'd have a drink, I mean," her words were cut off as he thrust his massive chest against her ripely quivering breasts, embraced her, and splurged his tongue wetly into her mouth.

"I don't need a drink. Jesus, Becky, all I need is you," he drew away only to get his breath.

The young bride could feel the rigid length of his cock throbbing through his slacks against her thigh. She tried to pull to the side, reaching behind to the bureau for balance; abruptly, she felt his hands massaging the full mounds of her breasts through the gauzy nightgown fabric. The feel of his warm hands against her trembling breasts both excited and sent a shudder of fear through her. Jack was beginning to breathe harder, and she could feel his penis growing another pounding inch next to her trembling thigh.

"I just don't…" she tried to protest, but his mouth was on her own again.

"You don't what?" her young husband said through clenched teeth, when she'd managed to pull away.

"I-I don't know, Jack… I mean, I didn't think when we were first together it was going to be like this."

The crude hungry look he gave her sent a chill of foreboding down the length of her spine.

"Darn you. Oh, Jack, you're so silly. Let me go."

"There isn't any reason to be so damn uptight," he said, tightening his hold on her quivering young breasts.

Suddenly, Thompson was guiding his wavering wife toward the bed. He fell down beside her, his hands inching the nightgown up slightly and then dropping to the sleek softness of her exposed thighs. Her hands clutched at his massaging fingers, feeling her heart leap into her throat as his hands moved relentlessly upward toward her virginal vagina.

"Oh no, stop, please, stop!" Becky moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his eager fondling until his out-stretched middle finger was pressing her white nylon panties up against her trembling pussy lips. She'd modestly left her panties on, although she knew it was silly… yet on this first night with Jack, she still had a lot of girlish hang-ups…

"Look baby, we've been waiting all these years. It's hardly the time now to decide to back out!"

"I'm not backing out," she exclaimed.

"I think you're going to enjoy it," a streak of masculine cruelty entered his normally gentle voice.

Becky tried to get up from the bed when she felt Jack's fingers pinching into the soft naked flesh just below the tight elastic leg band of her brief panties. He squeezed again, sending a razor sharp slice of pain through her skin. She opened her legs, and felt him loosen his grip.

"More!" Jack shouted. "Wider!"

She lurched up the mattress, then scrambled up to the headboard, cringing against it like a frightened feline animal. Her lust-incited young husband leaped forward on the bed and pushed her shoulders flat against the bed so that her head smacked hard against one fluffy pillow.

Thompson looked at her lying on the flattened mattress, taking in with one glance the curving spheres of her breasts and her exposed thighs' tanned smoothness. Now he shifted his weight downward, planting his hand that had been clenching her arm over the smooth white nylon covering her pussy.

The helpless bride jerked up from the impact of his touch, but his hand encircled her neck in an iron grip that hurt her terribly. "Ooooooooh, let me go! Don't be like this Jack, please!"

There was no answer from her young husband.

Becky fell back, jerking slightly once more when she felt his obscenely prodding fingers squeeze at the sensitive flesh of her buttocks. Without warning, he grinned in triumph and yanked at her flimsy bikini panties; the tight elastic waistband snapped, and the panties were pulled off her in one vicious tug.

"Oh God, no," she gaped down in horror at her own defenseless nakedness, trying to cover her softly curling blonde pussy hair with her hands. But it was useless. She felt her panties fall from her feet to the floor beside the bed, and she reached over trying to retrieve them, but Jack used her movement to slide his other hand under her rounded buttocks and began squeezing the full fleshy moons together.

"Tell me, Becky. Tell me you want me to fuck you," he prodded.

Becky could not answer. She rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at his snickering face, and she whimpered in resignation knowing that he had her completely in his power. As awful as it seemed, there was nothing she could do but submit to him, even though he was acting in this utterly depraved fashion.

His hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking her moist trembling vaginal flesh. The terror-stricken young bride shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the glistening folds of her helpless pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and extended his middle finger to spread her cringing cunt lips apart and expose the little bud of her clitoris, bringing the tiny pleasure center to an involuntary erection.

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.

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.

"What are you thinking of doing?" Becky said to her husband, who now stood before her dressed in his bathrobe.

"First, I'll get dressed, second, I'll have a drink, and, third, I'll have another drink," he said and opened the portable bar across from the bed, withdrawing a single half-empty bottle of scotch from the compartment.

Becky sighed. It wasn't enough to have a raving sex maniac in the room. In a few minutes, Jack Thompson would be drunk, and she didn't know what else she would have to contend with.

He sulked with his scotch by the half-open window, some of the late night traffic noise wafting up from the street below. The honeymoon's over, Becky thought ironically to herself. Tomorrow, providing that Jack would come out of his surly mood, they could begin to pick up the pieces. She got up and walked across the room, exposing herself not only to her husband but also to the lecherously prying eyes of Olaf Jorgensen.

What a sweet young fuck she would make, Olaf smiled, if only he could have put it to her the way he wanted. Jack Thompson was a novice at all this. He didn't really know how to get to these bitches, how they groaned over a man shoving his wet mouth between their legs and licking his tongue into their hot moist little pussies. Thompson probably didn't even know you could make a bitch cum like that, just by playing with her splayed-open vagina a little with your hands and then running your tongue into the soft curls of her pubic hair until you had found the small erect bud of their clitoris.

But now the bastard had cum and all the fun was all over, Olaf thought as he took one last look at the ravished young bride, one of her breasts standing out, still red and hard at the nipple from her husband's insane gnawing and sucking.

The Swede had moved from the wall and walked slowly to the window overlooking the street to the bay of Palma. After three years as a menial desk clerk, he was ready for a drastic change. His demeaning job was not in keeping with the expectations he had when arriving in Mallorca five years ago. At that time, he had imagined himself becoming an instant success in any number of deals connected with the booming tourist trade on the island. But his optimism had vanished as he watched his meager savings squandered away on foolish enterprises. In the past year, things had grown worse as he had fallen into the company of Palma's "low life," men who operated mainly at night and whose incomes were made through illicit trade, smuggling and prostitution.

Now he retired to his room for the night. He had gotten his money, had watched the fucking, as wild and chaotic as it had been, but somehow that was not enough, not nearly enough. He needed something more and he would kill for it if necessary.