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Chapter Five

Becky stretched out in a lawn chair, wearily holding a gin and tonic in her hand. She was at the guest house on Schneider's large estate, sitting on the deck-like patio that jutted out over the sea. The three gin and tonics she had drunk and the long wait for Jack and Christina had put her in a hopelessly dejected mood. Her head reeled as she shifted her eyes from the glare of the brilliant sun. She looked at the glass in her hand, feeling overcome by her own personal desperation.

A torturous six hours had passed since she and Schneider had left Palma at two o'clock. It seemed years ago now. After the endless ride – with Fritz Schneider casting lewd, hungry glances at her all the while – they had finally arrived at his villa around four.

The terraces were dotted with fish pools and statues hidden under the shade of twisting olive and fig trees. For practically an hour she had walked around, not letting her enthusiasm be dampened by Schneider's openly probing glances. Schneider had sat down, out of breath, on a stone bench while she drifted off through an orchard of orange and lemon trees situated at the far end of the pool.

The older man had stood up and walked through the orchard toward her, saying something about wanting to show her the guest house although she still hadn't seen the main one. Becky had become uneasy again, but she followed him about a quarter mile through pine forest until they came to a small brick cottage overlooking the sea.

And so another four hours had passed… now, at eight o'clock, Becky sat on the cottage porch and watched the huge orange sun sink like an egg yolk into the Mediterranean. Schneider was inside the house, mixing her fourth drink of the afternoon. Where is Jack anyway? she wondered with growing irritation. Her mind raced over several hair-pin curves on the mountain road, but Schneider reassured her that an accident was highly unlikely. Besides, she thought now, if there had been any trouble the police would have contacted them by this time.

Becky sipped anxiously at the gin remaining in her almost empty glass. With mounting sadness, she watched as the sun disappeared over the fading purple horizon. If only Jack were here to enjoy it with her, if only he had been here all afternoon!

She had really drunk too much, she realized, noting a slight dizziness as she tried to fix her gaze on some distant palm trees.

"My dear, why don't you come inside?" Schneider asked from the door, interrupting her thoughts. "It's getting quite cool out there."

"No, I like it here," Becky said fearfully.

Schneider entered the patio and she took her drink, sinking back into the chair.

Suddenly, he strode to the deck railing and waved. Becky's heart rose hopefully in her chest. She leaned forward in her chair, peering over the edge of the deck to the ground almost two hundred feet below. Her heart fell in disappointment. A thin, middle-aged man stood at the edge of the pine forest that bordered along the water.

"Where's Eric?" Schneider grinned over the railing.

Becky couldn't make out the reply. She had the feeling it was in a different language.

"Send him up," Schneider ordered and waved again to the old man. Then he sat down in a deck chair beside Becky.

Schneider chuckled at her look of curiosity and explained with relish, "Eric is a German shepherd. He's totally faithful to his master as German shepherds always are. When I die he will have to be killed. It would be fatal for another man to attempt to control him."

Suddenly, Becky started in her chair as the huge black dog tore through the house and leapt onto the patio. He turned toward her and growled, his white fangs jutting from his black gums as Becky rose quickly out of her chair and backed toward the railing.

Schneider laughed as the dog approached her, his tail wagging and nose bobbing over her naked thighs as he sought to get his nose under her dress.

"Pet him, stroke him. He wouldn't hurt you unless I signaled. He is trained only to kill at my command."

"I can't, really I can't." Becky felt woozy, her legs already unsteady from the liquor she had been drinking the past several hours.

"Eric!" Schneider hit the dog playfully on the rump and sent him scampering off the patio and out through the house.

"German shepherds are a remarkable breed," Fritz said proudly. "I had my last dog twelve years. When his teeth fell out, I had steel false teeth put in. He was not a dog to tangle with, let me tell you."

Schneider watched as the young girl returned to her chair and bent forward, inadvertently exposing her youthfully swelling breasts to his lewd gaze. She was well-formed in a classical fashion, her hips flaring from a waist as thin as the stem of a wine-glass and her tanned thighs tapering down to perfectly curved legs.

His head reeled with lust-inciting thoughts of her naked and defenseless body, helplessly impaled on his skewering cock. But all that would come soon enough, he reminded himself. Hans had just signaled that Christina and Jack were finally at the main house and so it would be only a matter of time until the fun began.

"Could you drive me back to Palma now?" she finished off the drink and asked Schneider. "Christina must've stayed in town to shop."

"She'd better not have," Schneider joked, evading her question.

"Still, I'd better go," her words were slurred from the alcohol.

Schneider looked at her softly cascading blonde hair with an amused expression. He had caught the first signs of pleading in her voice, and it made his blood race, foreshadowing the further desperation she would exhibit before submitting her curvaceous body in total subjugation to him.

"My dear, we can't leave just when the stars are coming out," a cruelly teasing tone crept into his voice.

"Oh, it is late!" Becky exclaimed and struggled to rise out of the chaise lounge. She wobbled unsteadily and the dark-haired man grabbed her by the elbow. Her hands found the deck railing and grasped it tight. Leaning over the deck, she looked out to sea with blurred vision. The sky had turned a velvety black and was dotted thickly with stars.

As if in a dream, she felt Schneider move closer to her. His arm reached around her back to support her swaying body. Then she felt his hand inserting itself between her upper arm and side. Slowly, the hand pressed forward, moving so gently she was hardly aware of it at first. Then she felt the soft pressure cupping against her sweater-clad breast. He ran his hand in a soft circle over her breast and traced his fingers gently upward until they touched the hardening nipple. Becky tried to move away from him, but his fingers firmly clasped the tingling nipple. They massaged it until she felt a burst of pleasurable sensation pulse through her suddenly throbbing vagina.

"Don't…" Becky began. "Please don't… touch my breasts."

Suddenly, the young blonde wife's knees gave way and her body fell against the German. She felt him place one of her arms around his shoulder, one of his own around her back. Then they were moving out of the guest house and through the forest, branches snapping and her feet sailing over the hard earth as he half-carried.her back to the main villa.

"You took quite a spill," Schneider chuckled from where he stood beside the bed.

Becky looked dazedly around the room – it was a bedroom. Moments before she had come to, dressed only in a large robe.

"Where are my clothes?" she asked, a trace of alarm in her voice. She tried to stand up and had almost succeeded when the dark-haired older man put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her firmly back to a seated position on the edge of the bed.

"Where are my clothes?" she whimpered again.

"Be quiet. You're in no condition to go home."

She shuddered as Schneider sat down beside her on the bed; he roughly pulled at the clinging nylon robe the blonde had found herself in.

"No, don't do that!" the terrified girl gasped as the front slipped open, exposing her ripely uplifting young breasts and small girlish waist. She pulled the top of the robe closed, but his hands moved farther down her trembling body. He pulled at one of her thighs and her slender legs jerked open. Becky's eyes widened in disbelief at the lewd expression transforming the older man's face. He sighed deeply in appreciation, his eyes focused on the thin coral slit gleaming between her blonde, hair-covered vaginal lips.

"Please let me go," Becky sobbed as she tried to wrestle her thigh from his grasping hand. "I want to… get back to my husband."

Schneider chuckled. "You want to see your husband?"

"Yessss…" Becky followed Schneider's gaze over her shoulder. At the head of the bed was what seemed to be like a thick window because she heard no voices. There was only the image of Christina's ovaled mouth working hungrily up and down over Jack's thick upstanding cock!

"It's a two-way mirror," Schneider said. "But adjusted so that they can't see us."

Becky's disbelieving young eyes bulged wide, while her throat tightened and she swallowed painfully. An immense semi-circular bed like the one they were perched on extended from the other side of the mirror into the next room. Her husband and Schneider's wife were so close that she could see a lewd sex-sweat glistening over their thrashing bodies. She felt she could touch them, almost reach out to tear their lust-entwined bodies apart on the other side. But when her hand groped forward it struck against cold glass… a sharp pain shot through her knuckles.

"Hans signaled to me that they were back when we were sitting on the sun deck," Schneider muttered, his warm breath grazing heatedly over her neck and shoulders. "I suspected this was going on when they didn't come down to join us at the guest house."

Tears welled up in the young wife's eyes as she peered through the glass at her husband's and Christina's nakedly embracing forms. She wasn't even aware of Schneider's hands that curled around her own small waist, his fingers anxiously splaying down over her abdomen. God! All she knew was that she had never been so hurt and disgusted in her life. Her husband's desire-lengthened cock was sunk deep into Christina's tightly clasping mouth until only the thick base showed from between her encircling lips. As he thrust in deeper, Becky expected the curvaceous brunette to gag, but she didn't. Instead her cheeks expanded obscenely as he plunged his stiffened cock in farther. Then they hollowed as he slowly drew out, her elastic lips clinging to the withdrawing rod of male flesh. He pulled almost entirely out and her lips clung to the long hard penis as if held there by unseen fingers.

Becky felt Schneider lean forward to a cabinet beside the huge bed, without removing his hand from her waist that was barely covered by the half-opened robe. "What are you doing?" she said, but didn't take her gaping eyes from the mirror.

"Just getting something that will make us feel a little easier in this trying moment," Schneider whispered. "Pernod."

"Give me quite a bit, please," Becky murmured in a sinking voice.

Her hand trembled as Schneider wrapped her fingers around a glass. She heard the older man sigh and felt him pull his body closer against hers to get a better view. Becky felt uneasy about sitting at such close quarters with the strange man, but now it was almost a comfort! The liquor burned violently going down and she was grateful for that, too. It was an appropriate accompaniment for the rapid change her emotions were undergoing.

"Your husband seems to have struck up quite a friendship with Christina," Schneider broke the heavy silence.

Becky flinched, but didn't remove her tear-filled eyes from the mirror. "Give me more Pernod," she said in a stone-like voice.

Downing the drink quickly, she relaxed a bit as the liquor raced immediately through her veins. It restored the light-headed feeling she had experienced at the guest house. Well, she would get drunk this evening, she thought angrily as she glanced up at the mirror, as drunk as she possibly could!

Jack's features were contorted almost unrecognizably as though he were undergoing a great anguish. He thrust his massive penis deeper between the brunette's ovaled lips, lifting his hips slightly and beginning an excited sawing motion into Christina's tightly drawing mouth. Her head rolled slightly on the pillow and saliva trickled from her open mouth, running in tiny rivulets down her lustfully hollowing cheeks. A wild animalistic look shone from her passion-glazed eyes. One of her hands slipped out from her side, racing down Becky's husband's flexing belly until she had brazenly cupped her fingers around his sperm-bloated balls.

Becky watched in horrified amazement as Jack drove forward like a pile-driver, sinking his penis into Christina's sucking mouth until his coarse black pubic hair brushed over her nose. His balls danced obscenely between his legs and slapped against Christina's chin in unison with his hard thrusts. And then, suddenly, he was bucking over the naked brunette as his male cum began spewing in thick spurts into Christina's encircling lips and brimming out from her hungrily swallowing mouth.

In a daze, the young blonde wife turned from the mirror and noticed Christina's husband sat even closer to her than she had realized. His large hands were splayed across her abdomen, pressing through the thin robe. His fingertips teased at a smoothly naked section in the center of her belly where the robe had fallen apart.

"Will you take me home now?" she pulled the robe together, no longer caring about anything, not even his hands pruriently gripping at her flaring hips.

Schneider's hands pressed painfully into her flesh. "I'd do anything to oblige you, but it seems clear that circumstances require that we remain here," he said. "We don't want them to see us, after all."

"I don't care if they see me," Becky turned momentarily back to the mirror. Jack sprawled on the bed and grinned proudly at Christina as she pulled a blue kimono over her naked body. The young Italian said something and moved toward the door.

"I'm afraid we're stuck with each other," Schneider said, his smile becoming apparent as Becky's eyes adjusted to the dark. "It wouldn't do to have Christina see you coming out of my bedroom."

Becky's head reeled as his meaning became clear. "This is your bedroom?" she asked faintly.

"I'm afraid it is," Schneider chuckled. "That is her bedroom and this is mine. Separate rooms give us privacy, while the mirror, as you can see, lends a certain proximity."

Becky gathered her courage. She would leave whether Christina saw her or not. She almost hoped the brunette would report seeing her to Jack, imagining his guilty anguish and fear as he suddenly realized she had been in the next room during the entire adulterous episode! "Well, I guess one bedroom is pretty much like another," she said in a determined voice. "That it's yours doesn't make that much difference."

Schneider's head shook in gleeful disagreement. "My dear, we've got to be sensible," he grinned. "There is the matter of your robe. You must realize that you're wearing absolutely nothing beneath it. What if Christina called your husband and he saw you in this?"

The young wife didn't answer as the thought sank in.

"That would be a very bad situation. Worse than the one we have now. Isn't that correct?"

Becky sighed after another pause. Tears brimmed her eyes as she realized that was true. Jack would never realize that she had been innocent of any wrong doing; in his eyes, it would appear that she had been unfaithful just like he had. "Oh," she snapped suddenly. "This is all your fault. You didn't have to undress me simply because I fainted."

"Now we mustn't be waspish with each other," the German chuckled confidently.

Becky shuddered at this new gloating tone in his voice. Or perhaps, it had been there all along but she had been too dazed to notice! She recalled Schneider's hands moving intimately around her waist and his hot mouth pressed against her ear. Still, she was trapped with this man and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"I want to leave this room," she said in a firm voice.

"All right," he conceded. "But we'll have to wait a moment. When Christina returns to the room, we'll leave."

In the silence, Schneider waited patiently and glanced at her shimmering blonde hair. What a lovely thing, he thought, resisting the impulse to stroke her hair. There would be time enough for that later. He enjoyed her standoffish attitude for the meantime; when she submitted to him, it would make his victory that much more complete.

Becky lifted her head periodically. Christina still hadn't returned to the room and Jack was stretched out totally naked with his head buried in the pillow. He certainly seems to be at ease, she thought, and wondered just how familiar he was with the experience of being in a strange woman's bedroom.

"Please, give me something more to drink," Becky muttered in a nervous way and turned back to the mirror.

"Would you like gin and tonic?" Schneider asked, reaching to the bed table.

"No, just more Pernod, please."

Fritz hesitated in getting her more of the passion-stimulating liquor. He let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body for a moment after she had turned away. The robe fell casually apart, half-exposing her naked body from her full fleshed breasts down over her belly almost to her blonde-fringed pussy where she crossed her legs. His hands fumbled a bit with the glasses as he studied the soft blonde hair that ran in a feather-line from tanned abdomen to her sparse-curled cunt.

Becky turned away from the mirror. "When will Christina come back?" she asked uncomfortably.

"Any second," Schneider said.

"What do you think she's doing?"

"Probably trying to fix something to eat. I'm afraid she's not very used to cooking."

"Oh," Becky said, wishing she could get out of her robe and into her clothes again. "What is Jack doing?" she asked, not wanting to look.

"Smoking a cigarette," Schneider gloated.

Once again, the young wife felt infuriated as the image raced through her mind of Jack lounging guiltlessly on another woman's bed after he had been unfaithful to her.

"What time…" she began, but her words choked off as she heard footsteps padding softly down the hall.

Fritz stiffened on the mattress. "That is Christina."

They listened as the steps continued lightly down the hall. Then there was the sound of a door opening and closing.

"Well?" Schneider said, as though he were going to let the young girl go.

"Just a minute," Becky said and stood up slowly. "I want one last look so I won't forget this moment."

She turned away from the dark-haired man to look in the mirror. Once again she was surprised to see her bridegroom and the voluptuous brunette together in the next room. She had hoped it would have gone away, that there would be no mirror and it would all prove to be a nightmare!

Becky watched as the seductive Italian girl moved to the bed and set down a tray with a bottle and two glasses. Now Christina dropped down beside Jack, and they propped their pillows against the headboard and sipped at their glasses like a married couple! One of Christina's hands lay on Jack's flat muscular stomach, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers in tiny circles.

"No, no, no," Becky half-groaned. "Oh, no!"

On the other side of the mirror, Jack's deflated cock was beginning to come to life again under Christina's skillful stroking. Her hand trailed down to his coarse black pubic hair, moving lazily through the stiff tendrils that cushioned his exhausted penis. Her teasing fingers slid down the crevice where his thigh joined his loins and softly cupped his flaccid balls. Jack's legs tensed slightly and moved apart. The naked young woman's hand settled gently on his splayed-out thigh while she stroked the sac with feather-like fingers in a tender movement, kneading his testicles as though she had all the time in the world. Jack's buttocks hollowed and uplifted, slightly forcing his susceptible testicles up against her lightly stroking fingers.

"They're going to do something again," Becky whimpered.

As though she were mesmerized, the young wife moved away from Schneider and crossed the dimly lit room like a sleepwalker until she stood mere inches from the mirror with her legs pressed against the bed table. She leaned over the table toward the mirror until the wooden edge sent a sharply fluttering stab through her pussy, making her hardly notice that Schneider had come up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders.

"No, no, no," she murmured unintelligibly.

Jack's depleted cock expanded against his stomach, filling with blood and lustfully lengthening right before Becky's unbelieving eyes. Then his virile male form stiffened, his lips curling backwards from his teeth as though he had whimpered or groaned. His eyes had an excitedly glinting expression and one of his hands circled over his heaving stomach, trailing up to the hair on his chest.

Oh God, I'm enjoying this! Becky realized when she tried to pull herself away from the mirror, but found that her body wouldn't move.

Schneider sensed the passionate change in the blonde wife's mood and let his hands roam slowly down Becky's arms until his fingers rested against her full breasts. He pressed his chest softly against her thinly covered back, being careful not to frighten her by any abrupt action. The obscene sight was exciting him, too. A soft groan escaped from his tightly clenched lips as Becky unknowingly moved her young buttocks back against his throbbing penis.

Jack's rock-hard cock now stood out like a tree trunk from his panting belly, a tiny bit of lubricating fluid glistening on the desire-swollen head. One of Jack's hands reached for his stiffened cock and drew the heavy foreskin back, sliding the skin down his taut male organ and exposing the thick rubbery head. Then Christina removed the hand and placed her own in a gently massaging hold around his burgeoning cock-shaft. With a gasp, Becky watched as the woman's fingers gloved around Jack's rising cock, making a clasping sheath of her curling hand. The brunette gripped his masculine rigidity with a gentle hold and pulled on the foreskin in a lightly teasing gesture. Then suddenly, he lifted himself up and pulled Christina's robe from her shoulders, tossing the nakedly alluring brunette over onto her back.

He's going to fuck her now! thought Becky.

Although she knew it should have upset and angered her, the exciting realization thrilled through her stomach in an endless series of lewd quiverings. She fought the nerve-shattering pulsings beating uncontrollably now through her moistening vagina. It wasn't right. It was just as wicked as what Jack was doing! Tongue-like flames of desire licked over her young body, coursing over her dampening thighs and streaming wildly through her excited pussy.

Without realizing it, she parted her own lust-slickened thighs as Jack mounted himself over the Italian woman's splayed-out body. The blunt tip-end of his long thick cock was poised just at the entrance to Christina's pinkly shining cunt, and the shapely brunette spread her knees apart on the bed, balancing her whole well-endowed body in a pose of lewd, submissive anticipation; her softly trembling vaginal lips were exposed and lifted up to him like a licentious offering.

Becky felt a silky wetness lubricating her throbbing cunt and a soft mewl escaped from her gaping mouth as she felt Schneider's hands move slowly and gradually up to cup her aching breasts. She tried to resist the ever increasing pleasure, but the attempt to shift her ripely quivering mounds out from under his hands merely increased the passion-inciting pressure against them. His palms seemed to burn right through her robe, searing against her rising nipples.

Schneider's wife moved her hands down her body and used her fingers to pull her moist pink vaginal lips farther apart, as Becky's head reeled in stunned disbelief. The last bit of resistance snapped in her head and her pulsating cunt pressed against the bed table, swaying back again in an obscene rotating movement. It was as though she was not sure if she could end this anguish better by grinding forward against the bureau or backward over Schneider's erected penis that was wedged now between her trembling ass-cheeks.

Jack's penis was stretching the brunette's clasping cuntal hole, then disappearing between the hair-lined lips in one long smooth stroke that seemed to reach into the deepest recesses of Christina's vagina. Her arms lifted in the air and wrapped themselves tight around his neck, her buttocks salaciously uplifting and grinding as she strained to get his penis deeper up into her proffered pussy. Jack levered himself up on his elbows and drew his long impaling shaft slowly out of her impaled cunt until all but the inflated head was exposed to view. Becky's eyes widened at the sight of the pink cuntal flesh that clung to his hardened penis like a straining rubber band. Then he thrust hard up into her widespread cunt, beginning a rapid buffeting motion that joggled their lewdly entwined bodies crazily on the bouncing mattress.

"Oohh – oh my God, my God!" Becky whimpered in total identification with the brunette when Jack plunged the enormously thick penis back up into Christina's urgently smoldering vaginal slit. It looked like his rampaging cock would split the Italian girl's tight little cunt apart! The last vestiges of Becky's will to resist faded as she felt Schneider's hands slide beneath her robe, his fingers playing over her throbbing nipples, pulling and gently tweaking them into a tingling stiffness. As if the two areas had some magical connection, a wild flame of desire throbbed through her steaming pussy. She shivered and swayed with unwanted arousal as his hands raced back to her shoulders and quickly removed the robe.

The helplessly excited bride trembled as the cold silky material slid down her arms and fell in a soft pile at her feet. She was completely naked now, and the older man's warmly pressing body sent chills of wanton pleasure racing over every inch of her exposed flesh. Fritz continued to hold her in an embrace from behind, running his hands over her sensitive nipples and down her quivering belly to her parting thighs. His hands |coursed over her rounded buttocks and down the backs of her legs, hungrily exploring her defenseless body. Becky trembled at the warm pressure of his mouth on her neck, feeling it move in a tantalizing slowness along her smooth skin. She felt one finger worming a tingling path down the spreading crevice between her swaying ass-cheeks and a soft groan rose from her heaving chest.

"Spread your legs a little wider," he panted in her ear.

"No, no! Stop! We have to stop," the drunken young wife whimpered back at him, unable to stop the wild grinding of her aroused body back against his penis that was still wedged in between her buttocks.

"You have no choice. Be quiet or I'll call your husband," the older man grunted and forced her to lean obscenely over the table. She fell on her elbows with her naked breasts dangling over the table top and her face just inches away from the mirror.

The young blonde's fearfully shuddering buttocks were lifted defenselessly high in the air behind her. She shivered as she felt Schneider's hand press down on her leaning shoulders, squashing her breasts more firmly against the table top. His other hand moved down the crevice between her uplifted ass-cheeks to one quavering thigh.

Behind her, Becky heard Schneider breathe more deeply, pressing his chest tight against her curving back until his hairy body slid down the responsive backs of her legs. He began obscenely licking from her rectum to her clitoris, the tantalizing pleasure spreading over her whole burning loins as he finally flicked his long searching tongue up into her tiny puckered anus!

The youthful bride groaned and tried to pull away, but soon found herself involuntarily spreading her trembling legs even farther apart. In the corner of her eye, images of her husband and Schneider's wife drifted by on the mirror, but she no longer saw them. She bent her head and closed her eyes, submitting her naked body to the lewd tongue that was racing over every inch of her burning cunt and anus!