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Chapter Four

The next day, Jack Thompson was changing his clothes in the bridal suite of the expensive Hotel Del Palacio. His mind raced over the argument he'd just had with Becky when she hadn't wanted to return with him from the caf? to their hotel room.

Coming back from American Express, the young husband had just picked up his new bride for their siesta when they'd run into Fritz Schneider and Christina parked in a Jaguar XKE on the hotel's wide circular driveway, and the German had offered to drive them around the island. He had been in no mood for anything but another go at his young wife in bed, while Becky had been insistent on accompanying the German and his wife… too insistent, it seemed to Jack. He just stood there and watched as she scooted into the back seat of the Jaguar with Christina, her face flushing with a resurgence of enthusiasm. Jack had been so furious that – without realizing what he was doing – he had abruptly walked off and left her in the car with the couple.

Then, for some reason, Christina came back for Jack. The young husband smiled awkwardly as he opened the door of his hotel suite and saw the curvaceous Italian woman standing there, an expectant smile playing across her lush lips.

"Darling, I thought you'd never come out," Christina murmured huskily.

"Well, here I am," he said.

"Every bit of you," she smiled.

Jack crossed in front of her and sat down on the edge of the huge sofa.

"My, you are quiet," Christina said from where she sat in a plush chair beside the open window. Suddenly, she reached over to touch his knee, causing Jack to blush as a lust-enticing view of her hugely set breasts swept before his eyes. "Aren't you wondering why I came back?" she said.

"As a matter of fact, I was. Where's Becky?"

"She's off for a drive with Fritz. I decided to come back to get you. I suggest we go get a drink and we'll join them for dinner later."

"How are we going to get there?" Jack lowered his sights until he had a complete view of the young Italian's smooth bronzed thighs.

"We'll take a taxi," she said.

They had several drinks in the hotel bar before Jack realized it was late afternoon. Now, in the taxi, all Jack knew was the continuous lurching as they sped around hairpin turns and the teasing assault of Christina's hands and breasts against his body.

The taxi reeled around one sharp angled bend in the road. She fell against him, her lips brushing with hot breath down his neck while one hand played over his thin summer slacks at his excitedly throbbing penis. Jack glimpsed a patch of acid blue sea, and, out of the comer of his eye, saw terraced hills rising up to meet huge mountains.

Then the taxi swerved down a curved gravel drive and approached a large stuccoed house set back in a grove of trees. Christina pulled abruptly away from him and sat up, straightening her hair for a moment. Outside, the only signs of life were the chirping birds and a few distant lights blinking on at the approach of evening.

Jack watched the taxi disappear down the circular driveway and suddenly felt very much alone. He looked past the house at the impressive palm-shrouded swimming pool and the sculpted terrace that merged with carefully pruned gardens. Whatever Fritz Schneider's enterprises, they were more lucrative than he had imagined. Then his thoughts turned painfully to his wife. He hoped she wouldn't sense what had happened with Schneider's mistress in the car. But Christina seemed lighthearted as she swung her hips in a provocative motion up the marbled steps to the door of the villa.

Jack followed her into the enormous living room and sat down in the nearest chair.

"They're not here," Christina said simply as she poured a glass of Pernod for Jack from the living room bar overlooking the swimming pool outside.

"What do you mean… not here?" Jack exclaimed, suddenly rising. "You told me that she and Schneider were waiting for us."

Christina slid her tightly clad hips across the plush white sofa towards him. "Why don't you just sip your drink and relax?"

Jack shrugged in confusion. He felt the Pernod's mind-glazing effect as it raced through his already reeling brain. "Well, where are they? What's the explanation?" he asked wearily.

"There's no explanation! Perhaps Fritz drove Becky back to the hotel," she said. "Yes, that's probably it. They waited for us a few hours and, when we didn't appear, returned to Palma. Fritz will drive you back to Palma when he returns. Meanwhile, we're free to entertain ourselves!"

Christina smiled and excused herself, leaving Jack alone with his smoldering thoughts.

Now Becky was back in Palma, Thompson reflected, probably expecting him to be waiting for her in the hotel room. It was growing completely dark outside. A strip of fading purple lay on the flat horizon and a star rose over the garden, casting its pinpoint light across the swimming pool. Jack already felt less guilty about being alone with Christina. He was even beginning to wonder what was keeping her! He sipped the Pernod and laughed sardonically to himself. He had half a mind to give the drink to Becky sometime and see what would happen… it looked like he was going to need all the help he could get. When it came down to it, he actually had no idea how he would manage to overcome his wife's puritanical attitudes.

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.

Schneider's Italian mistress lay there feeling wanton pleasure drift over her in wild oscillating waves that caused the flat plane of her belly to ripple, and her thighs to quiver in lewd abandon. Her tongue-spread pussy was begging ceaselessly for fulfillment and, as a soul-shattering orgasm approached, she was barely conscious of her obscenely squirming hips that swiveled as though on ball bearings, grinding her hungry vagina harder and harder up into his eager face.

"God, lover, I'm going out of my mind! Lick it! Lick my cunt!" she wailed, tangling her hands in the young husband's dark hair and pulling his long working tongue deeper and deeper up into her hungrily grasping cunt.

Jack began tongue-fucking the young brunette's tight little vagina with obscene worming thrusts. And then abruptly, like a crack of sizzling lightning, Christina came! Her climax was sudden and, after all the time she'd thought of seducing Jack, it rocked and convulsed her naked body in a pleasure so sweet and intense that her muscles seemed to turn to liquid, they became limp and, with a long expiring groan, she shuddered and collapsed.

Christina lay panting for a long moment, then watched in the mirror as Jack scuttled up farther between her legs. He seated himself obscenely on top of her reclining body, probably unaware, Christina thought, that she had been guiding him toward this lewd act all afternoon. She lifted her head and peered down at the full length of his long hard cock, greedily wetting her lips at the very sight.

"Ooooooooooh," the Italian woman moaned. I had no idea you were such a man."

Jack groaned and stroked the lust-thickened penis slowly in his hand, pulling it down over her heaving belly to the hair-lined lips of her exposed cunt below. But Christina arched her hips and wantonly directed his desire-swollen cock back up her curvaceous body toward her face.

"There's no reason to hurry," she murmured and lifted her head hungrily toward Jack's rock-hard penis.

Jack's loins ached with lusty anticipation as he moved his blunt cock-head toward Christina's excitedly parting mouth. It would be an incredible sight, he thought, to see his thrusting penis spewing its hot white load of cum into Christina's face and down over her full brown breasts. He pictured his burning semen trickling down over her chin to form shining white streams between those creamily tanned breasts. This was one thing which Becky would never let him do, he said to himself, his guilt banished by the mind-fogging libations of Pernod. Now he moved his jerking cock closer to the alluring woman's willingly parted lips. He was going to fuck his cock into her mouth and Christina was obviously as willing to do it as he was!

Her tongue flicked out from between her teeth and slid over the small pulsing opening at the mushroom-like head. Then she leaned forward and began to suck his whole hotly quivering penis into her mouth, the muscles in her neck straining with the movement.

"Oooooooooooh, yes," Christina moaned and pulled herself more closely to him. "I want to suck your beautiful cock!"

Suddenly, Jack felt her moistly clasping lips closing around the blood-engorged tip-end and there was a deep gurgling in her throat as he slid his penis deeper into her mouth.

God, she was actually sucking his cock! he thought, suppressing a desire to thrust his desire-hardened penis all the way down her throat. Instead, he changed positions and sat down beside her on the mattress, keeping his thickened cock shoved tight between her clinging lips. He almost felt sure the luscious brunette would choke from the sheer size of the throbbing shaft disappearing between her roundly ovaled lips. But instead she began sucking at it rapaciously as though she had waited through all eternity for this moment.

Jack began a slow rhythmic fucking motion 'into her open mouth, the mattress squeaking beneath them as they lurched into a lewd rocking motion that excited Jack further. This was too much! He watched her cheeks puff outward as he wormed his cock slowly into the hollow, as he slithered his cock back on the out-stroke. The adulterous young husband let the throbbing glans lay for a spine-tingling second on the tip other warm, saliva-moistened tongue. Christina's eyes were half-closed and glazed with a wild ecstatic look that made the blood pound heavily through his aroused rod of flesh.

"Oh, suck me, run your tongue over my prick," Jack groaned, and suddenly thrust deep into her throat, making her cough and sputter for breath.

But she didn't stop sucking on him for a moment. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, yesssssssss," she gurgled. "I love sucking you off!"

Schneider's mistress fingered the swollen sac of his testicles with a practiced hand, sending wild pulses of pleasure through his cock-shaft as she wormed her tongue around the hard rubbery edge, tickling the sensitive ridge beneath the hugely-expanding head. She was sucking him like a wild woman! The deeply plunging pole of male flesh seemed to vanish into a lewd lengthening fusion of Christina's face as Jack tightened his buttocks muscles and drove in harder… deeper yet!

Great swirls of heat were building in his churning balls as he watched her face working slavishly above his sweating loins. He felt her fingers and hands seize his rotating buttocks, drawing his sperm-filled cock further into her thirstily clasping mouth. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed. He thrust almost all of his wildly jerking shaft deep into her throat, his mouth contorting crazily and deep guttural sounds spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth.

His whole spasmodically stiffening body convulsed as gush after gush of seething sperm erupted from deep in his testicles and raced steam-like up the full length of his eagerly plunging cock. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh," he gasped and his lips bared back from his teeth. His cock began a sudden wild staccato jerking that flooded his burning sperm in bullet-like spurts down her desperately gulping throat. She swallowed rapidly while with one last earth-shattering upward lunge he emptied the last of his hot male semen between her tightly locked lips. Then he moaned in complete fulfillment, feeling his cock slowly deflate in her impaled mouth. Christina continued the gentle sucking pressure, drawing every last tiny drop of his piquant sperm from his battered penis.

Finally, he released his hands from her head and sank back onto the bed, sighing in total sensual satiation. Christina lay her head on his chest and trailed her fingers caressingly down his still heaving belly. "You can rest for the moment," she chuckled softly. "But, remember, you still haven't fucked me!"