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Chapter Six

"Look up, my dear," Christina murmured, and pulled her naked body from beneath Jack Thompson.

"Damn," he said, angered momentarily by the abrupt interruption. He was just about to cum when she'd slipped his rock-hard penis from her grasping cunt. But now she began lasciviously jerking his cock back and forth while with her other hand she reached up and adjusted a mechanism over the bed.

Jack's vision came momentarily into focus. Christina adjusted the dial over the bed once more, and the image of his and Christina's bodies in the mirror dissolved. Where they'd seen themselves, another room appeared.

"A two-way mirror," she explained.

A large semi-circular bed like the one they lay on was pushed up against the wall right next to the mirror. The blurred picture of two nakedly entwined figures came into view. Jack could see the man was kneeling behind the girl, his hands stretching and pulling at her proffered ass-cheeks as he wormed his mouth between her upraised buttocks. The girl bent on her arms over the bed-table… her passionately flaring ass-cheeks high in the air, her legs spread salaciously apart.

"Do you recognize him?" a strange new tone of excitement came into Christina's voice.

Jack grunted. He nodded his head slightly as his eyes focused a little better. The girl's blonde hair cascading softly down her arms from her lowered head shielded her face from view. The man turned toward the mirror… suddenly the congressman's son gasped. "Fritz Schneider! I thought he was in Palma!"

"Darling, there's nothing to worry about. Becky's back at the hotel… Fritz brought this young blonde back from Palma to enjoy himself with."

"Man… she's really going out other mind," Jack felt his cock stiffen impatiently in Christina's hand. The thought of the young girl being licked into spasms of pleasure sent shivers of licentiousness shooting through his loins, and he shifted his weight until he was once again lying directly atop Christina. Arching his hips, he wormed the tip-end of his hardened cock up into the brunette's dilating cuntal opening. With each long smooth stroke, he conjured up blurred thoughts of fucking the blonde after he'd finished with Christina. Yes, after Schneider was done with her… But there was no rush. Becky must be back in Palma now, and he had the whole night in front of him.

On the other side of the mirror, Becky writhed and squirmed under the mounting pressure of Fritz Schneider's licking tongue that ran down her lustfully secreting pussy slit. She glanced down between her legs and watched his tongue plunge in between her splayed cunt lips.

"Oooooh," she moaned, uncontrollably. "So good!"

The helplessly aroused young blonde locked her hands firmly behind his head and pressed the flicking tongue deeper and deeper up into her throbbing cunt. Suddenly, the delicious sucking sensation stopped. She felt the German lift his head and rise to his feet behind her. He pushed her to the bed where she fell on her back.

"Now… for the next stage, Becky," he looked down at her. "In common language, it's called… fucking!"

"What… oh, God," she gasped, seeing him kneel up between her widespread legs and begin inching forward.

She closed her eyes to shield herself from the humiliation of lying under him stripped naked and defenseless against his cruel gaze. Tears of confusion welled in Becky's eyes as Schneider's hands worked over her pebble-hard nipples and fondled the voluptuous roundness of her breasts.

"Nooooo!" the pain shot through her as his teeth fastened on one firmly erect nipple.

Then, down below, she could feel the blunt rubbery hardness of his cock brushing lewdly against her moist vaginal opening.

"Oh God… you're too big… you'll rip me open!" she burst out.

She felt his hands close around her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into the resilient white flesh. "Reach down. Take my prick in your hands," he said.

Without thinking, she did as he'd commanded, and reached down between their naked bodies. She felt his cock jerk spasmodically as her fingers curled tightly around his burgeoning shaft.

"Go on, put it in," he gritted his teeth.

"Oh no, I can't," she said. "It'll hurt!"

"Do it!" he hissed.

"No, I can't! Please, let me go!" she pleaded.

Schneider lunged forward, flattening his hairy chest against her heaving breasts. At the same time he reached between their bodies and took his erect penis between his fingers, guiding it forward. She felt the huge cock-head part her cringing pussy lips, drawing the moist cuntal flesh apart in a slow thrusting movement.

"Aaaahhh, noooo, nooo," she moaned as the skewering rod of male flesh plunged forward another painful inch.

She involuntarily opened her thighs, permitting the lust-crazed German further access to her almost virginal cunt. Suddenly, the entire bulbously throbbing cock-head was inside, and he was fucking in and out of her in long smooth strokes that smacked her firm white ass-cheeks lewdly on the mattress beneath them.

Momentarily, he withdrew, raising up in a push-up position to look down at their naked bodies – one so curvaceous and white and the other burly and covered with masculine hair. Becky's entire vaginal furrow was quivering in fear as he thrust his desire-thickened penis forward and saw her pussy lips part under the sheer force of his powerful entry, revealing the tiny pink clitoral bud standing erect amongst the moist vaginal folds.

The German gave a laugh that ended in a snort. "Tell me you want it," he said.

"What?"

"Tell me you want me to fuck you!"

Becky winced, turning her head away from his hot fervid gaze. She couldn't! She wouldn't do it! With this one proclamation she'd be under Schneider's complete control.

"Say it, you bitch… say it," a savage animal look burned in his eyes.

He thrust his hips forward again, and the captive young wife cried out in agony as his huge cock completely disappeared up into her tightly stretched cuntal opening.

"Oh God, no," she intoned, suddenly feeling the wanton wildness in herself matching the German's obscene command, and fighting desperately to control her masochistic desires.

Becky gave another cry of distress as another powerful thrust of his hard dominating penis into her helplessly stretched pussy forced her legs to jerk up in the air. He began ramming and withdrawing with an ox-like strength, brutally and lewdly drilling in and out of her tight little cunt with his blood-engorged cock.

His fucking was merciless and wild, and his hands were all over Becky Thompson's naked body as he pinched and massaged her fearfully quivering breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach and bruises on her shoulders and breasts. He was fucking her and she could do nothing to stop him – she didn't even know if she wanted to stop him!

Each savage shove was simultaneously hurting and pleasing the helpless young blonde as he pounded his massively pulsating cock up against the cushioned tip of her cervix, causing her to wince at each heartless stroke. He was fucking her so hard that the force of his lunges was shoving her squirming body across the bed, and her head was thumping painfully against the mattress.

"Oooooohhh," Becky's whole body suddenly rose up in writhing delight, and she opened her mouth and thrust her own tongue with wanton abandon deep into his sucking throat.

Fritz was fucking into her as hard and violently as he could now, with his arms straight down at his sides and his claw-like fingers digging cruelly into her spasmodically undulating buttocks.

Becky was ready to cum; he could feel it as her long slender legs jerked out widely on either side of his heavy body and snaked up around his hard-driving ass-cheeks. She squirmed her jerking buttocks in obscene little circles in time to the rhythm of his long hard cock that skewered so viciously into her totally impaled vaginal furrow.

"Oh fuck me… ooooohhh," she moaned finally abandoning all thoughts of resistance and giving herself over completely to this animalistic plundering of her nearly virginal body.

Their bodies moved in perfectly coordinated strokes, his rigidly throbbing cock stroking deep up into the farthest recesses of Becky Thompson's womb. "Ooohhh, God, screeeew me, do it to me haaaaaard! Ooooooog, I'm cuuumming… cuuuming… cummmmming!"

Fritz felt an aching pressure building deep within his semen-filled balls, and he gripped her frantically wriggling ass-cheeks and squeezed their pliant flesh with a crushing strength, feeling her convulse from head to toe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.

"Shit… oh… fuck… damn!" he gasped and groaned, increasing the viciousness of his strokes. His pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against her moistly trembling cunt as his long thick cock rammed far up into the hidden depths of her obscenely violated belly. He put his hands down behind her knees and shoved her widespread thighs up over her shoulders until her knees were on either side of her head and her tight little pussy was defenselessly exposed to whatever carnal outrage he wanted to perpetrate upon it.

In one final lunge, the German ground his lust-hardened penis up into her splayed-open cunt as far up as it would go, rousing groans of passion from his lips that once again locked tightly to hers. His hands again clasped her squirming buttocks in a death grip, the ache in his heavily bloated balls becoming unbearable.

Fritz gasped into the moist cavern of her mouth, felt the wild staccato bursting of his penis and then, with a deep soul-shattering roar that went on and on, his seething cum exploded far up inside her writhing belly, spewing its liquid heat deep into the rippling depths of her clasping cunt.

Becky went limp and weak beneath Schneider's final lunging strokes into her ravished pussy. Her whole body felt more blissful than it ever had before – much more than when Jack had tried to make her cum last night. But now she sensed the pain coming back to her and suddenly she shuddered as a new wave of guilt washed over her shamelessly exposed young body.

No matter how she rationalized, she had finally succumbed to Fritz Schneider's brutish love making and actually loved it. But one thing was certain: Jack must never know, even if he had made love to Christina.

"That was quite a performance," Schneider grinned above her.

She raised on one elbow and looked at him. "Yes, I guess it was." She dropped her head in abject humiliation at her own illicit admission.

"I'd never have known you were the same demure young thing I met in the caf? yesterday," he said.

She closed her eyes, trying to make the shameful feeling go away. But she couldn't. Good God… hadn't this madman had enough… would he persist in degrading her until not an ounce of pride remained?


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Just before Becky had cum, her husband Jack, in the next room, felt his climax sky-rocket through his youthfully aroused body. He could feel Christina's hands reach for the ballooning sac of his testicles and begin desperately milking them… "Damn!" he exclaimed, "ooohhh, fuck!"

The hotly clasping walls of the Italian woman's cunt sucked around his pistoning cock like a nibbling mouth, drawing his flooding male semen deep up into her womb. Jack felt himself go limp and collapse down on Christina's body. He closed his eyes and experienced a whirl of incoherent images flashing through his mind. Opening his lids again, he saw the weird pattern of two bodies exposed on the surface of the two-way mirror. Christina lay sprawled out on the bed beside him, her body slowly pulling away as his depleted cock grew limp and slid with a lewd sucking sound out of her sperm-filled cunt.

"Jesus… isn't it strange?" he said, "that must be exactly how we looked."

"He seems to be making that young girl happy," Christina said.

Jack squinted at the mirror. The blonde was raising and lowering her roundly straining buttocks as Fritz squeezed her ripe young breasts with his hands. Damn! She was hot! Hotter than anything he'd ever seen before, he thought.

The nakedly writhing bodies in the mirror were blurred and his mind was still hazy from the Pernod and exhaustion of lovemaking, but gradually the twin images became clearer to him.

"Now, look carefully," Christina said, "look at her face… what do you see, darling!"

" I – oh. God… no!" each line of the girl's lust-contorted features came into sharp focus. His heart leapt in his chest in disbelief. "No… no, Becky! It can't be!"

He lurched up from the bed and pressed his face against the mirror. Fritz Schneider's long hard cock looked obscenely huge as it began to wildly spew its pent-up cum deep into his wife's milking cunt.

Jack watched Schneider's sperm-inflated balls smacking hard against Becky's passionately upturned anal crevice as the last of his spurting semen drained from his jerking cock. Then he saw Becky's mouth gape open and suck on the German's tongue…

The young husband stood up from the side of the bed and quickly pulled on his pants.

"Where are you going?" Christina smiled.

"It's about time I pay a friendly visit on our next door neighbors," he said.

He went out into the hall and without pausing pushed in through the door to the adjacent room.

"What…?" Schneider exclaimed as Thompson moved rapidly across the threshold.

"Let me at her… let me at my wife," he struggled past Schneider.

"I can't let you touch your wife right now," he heard the German say in a low voice.

"What?" Thompson looked at him incredulously. "She's my wife, and I'll do what I want with her."

"Not until you cooperate with me, you won't," Schneider said, thick white cum still dripping from his deflating penis as he began dressing with his back turned to Jack. Then, he said: "I would like to make a bargain with you. That is, if you don't mind, and I'm sure you won't. To be quite blunt, I'm in the drug business, you might say I run an international pharmacy," he turned and faced the young husband. "One of my products needs immediate shipment back to the states. I've decided that you, Mr. Thompson, will be honored with the opportunity to do the job."

"So that's your racket," Jack shrugged with exasperation. He looked down at the cringing form of his wife, and said, "I should have known as much."

"You will leave here tomorrow at noon," Schneider went on. "A plane leaves Palma at five-thirty for New York. When you return your wife will be released."

"Are you crazy?"

"Business is business," the German smiled.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Two thuggish looking men entered and immediately laid hands on Thompson. There was a brief struggle, but the superior strength of three men, including Schneider, against the young husband proved to be too much.

Now the two burly men were leading Jack down the hall. The German stood over the bed looking down appreciatively at Becky. Everything so far had gone exactly as planned, but he must play his cards right if he wanted his scheme to have its desired affect on the young newlyweds.

"What – what's happened?" Becky whimpered. "Why did they take Jack away?"

Schneider had to laugh at the bride's innocence. "He'll be all right."

"I – I don't understand."

"You will… soon."

She rose up in bed, drawing the covers over her nakedly swaying breasts. "Take me home… I want to go home."

"I'm afraid that will be quite impossible, Mrs. Thompson," he said. "We're having a little party tonight, and you and your husband are both invited to attend."

Looking at this man who had done such obscene things to her helpless young body only moments before, she realized suddenly that something was terribly wrong. "Where's Jack? I want to see him. Let me see my husband," she cried, pulling the bedspread around her naked young body and dropping to her feet on the carpet.

"You'll see him when the time comes," the German smiled wickedly. "But now, we've got to prepare you for the party." He laughed dryly and added, "After all, you are the guest of honor, my dear."