lascivious touch, was supposed to go inside her down there! It would never fit!
But what could her husband say? 'Y… yes! Of course it will fit!' he stuttered, only half believing it. For the first time since he had known Prudence, he found himself wishing that she were not a virgin, after all! God, he should have tried her on for size at least once!
The young, twenty three year old virginal wife was suddenly very scared. Tears of terror welled in her big blue eyes and even overflowed a little out of the very corners, but by the time this happened, Douglas was beyond noticing. With one of his hands, he was maintaining her soft hand hard around his veiny cock and with the other he was continuing his obscene explorations of her hotly quivering virginal pussy, working it harder and higher, his finger fucking in a deep plunge, inch by inch up the tight hole, stretching the minute opening until little by little Prudence's frightened protestations melted into wicked cries of delight.
'Oh, yeeeeessss, Douglas! Yeeeeeessssssss!' she moaned as his gentle probing strokes fucked to the apex of her cervix, sending a seeping warm spread of desire coursing through her virginal womb and tingling out to the distant reaches of her entire body. She cried out with delight again as he stroked the silky softness within the defensively clenching hole of her childishly tight pussy.
'Oh, Prudence, baby,' he moaned over and over, frantically burrowing between the burning wet folds of his young wife's engulfing cunt as it pulled his fingers hungrily up inside. 'You're my very own wife,' he cooed, 'my very own!' And in desperation he clung to her sweetly kissing mouth, holding back the insatiable, wicked, utterly unbelievable moment when his 'very own' would no longer be a virgin!
The mere thought of taking her virginity enflamed him. He was thrilled! He was frightened! He flicked his thumb crazily over the throbbing nubbin of hot clitoral flesh as her loins thrust uncontrollably upward against his hand. Then suddenly he felt his beautiful wife's warmly seeping cuntal walls contract sharply around his fucking middle finger and the mewls of unrestricted abandon race in his ear.
'Douuuuugggggglllllaaaaasssss!' she wailed. 'Oh, Douuuuuggggglllllaaaaasssss, help meeeee!'
And then he knew that he couldn't! He just couldn't do it! Not this time! 'I will, Prudence! I am, honey! Just let it cum! Let it cum now! Come on and cum, baby!' And he finger-fucked her sweetly climaxing cunt as hard and fast as he could while at the same time he felt her agonizing fingers tighten against his pistoning cock which surged lewdly against her nakedly squirming belly. Out of control now, his aching, blood-engorged cock plowed through her clasping fingers and rubbed her satin flesh until he felt his orgasm crest with hers.
'Oooohhhhhhhhhhh, Douglas! Douglas! Douuuuuggggglllllaaaaaaassssssss! I'm… I'm cuuuuummmmmiiiiinnnnngggggg!' she cried. 'It's… it's so good! It's wonnnndddddeeeerrrrrfffffuuuulllll!' and she vented the full thrust of her repressed sexual fury against his obscenely slaving fingers as his cock burst in a spate of thick white semen all over her nakedly jerking belly. His hard body churned hotly against hers, his fingers fucking her without mercy as she raged against him.
'I'm cuuummmmiiinnnngggg, baby! I'm cumming, toooooo!' he called, cumming like he couldn't ever remember cumming before in his whole life, but God! God dammit! He'd cum on her instead of in her! 'You're… you're the best, Prudence,' he muttered, dazed by the stupid thing he had done.
Yet it didn't seem to bother her, but, of course, she probably knew no difference! Her hands clung dizzily to him as the soft womanly growl of orgasmic ecstasy bubbled up from her slender throat.
'Aaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!' she groaned and twisted in a final ecstatic spasm around his thickly inserted finger and then in a final shudder collapsed against him just as his own cum emptied in one last spurt over her flat white belly.
Prudence wrenched again now under the pounding flow of water as she remembered the first lewd night on her honeymoon with Douglas, his creamy semen spilling over her naked belly as the bath water was now spilling over her voluptuous curves. Since then, they had had normal intercourse, but never again had she known quite so satisfying an orgasm. It was strange. She knew Douglas had been embarrassed, which accounted, she believed, for his subsequent nervousness. It had been painful for her for several nights. She doubted that she had recovered even yet. But it had been rather nice to feel the arousal downstairs, to know that she still had it, even though she was ashamed it was not for Doug. Still, she could fix that!
Her desire was mounting as the steady flow crashed down upon her lewdly exposed pussy flesh, splashing droplets up onto her jackknifed legs, echoing in the elegant tiled bathroom. Her long blond hair flowed against the white porcelain and the gilt fixtures like additional gold, and her mouth opened as the ecstasy between her spreading thighs mounted quickly in time with her own crazy recollection. And then just as she felt her climax breaking, she was aware of a pair of black hands holding her thighs apart and lifting her ass high under the flowing spout.
'What… who? Ooohhhh!' she gurgled, water rushing into her mouth, frightening her. She jerked up to see the big captain, stark naked, holding her white ass fast.
'Go ahead, sweetheart,' he commanded. 'Do it!' Then suddenly, in spite of her terror, she had no control anyway as the roar of her climax pulsed through her naked flesh in an undefinable swirl of pain and pleasure.
'Aaaaaaggggghhhhh, Douuuuuggg!' she moaned tearfully. The big hands were not drowning her or even hurting her. The face was not angry or even amused. It looked seriously concerned, and she was able to relax enough to be mortified to have been discovered like this, in this obscene act of surrender to the utterly basest side of herself, to the purely sexual half of her personality. Oh, God, what would Douglas think! This… this man seemed to think nothing of it! He was helping her! She would have expected him to stop her and force her to accept him instead, but he was participating in her lewd act of unadulterated sexual fulfillment with… without forcing himself.
Something… something was happening… Prudence surrendered suddenly to an overwhelming second orgasm, throwing her head back into the water and letting her arm float above her head like a drowning mermaid. 'Oooohhhhh Goddddd!' she screamed as her shapely legs and ass convulsed in the stranger's big hands! And as her orgasm subsided, she felt her captor, her partner in the lewd act, Captain Happy, slip into the water beside her.
'Hey, now, I wish something like that would work on me once in awhile!' he said, grinning wickedly at her. Squeezing her against the side of the tub as though she wasn't there, the big black man began soaping down his arms and long black legs as Prudence pulled away and started to climb out of the tub.
'Now, don't you go being embarrassed on me at this point… after all we been through together?' he said, pulling her gently down and smiling at her tenderly so that she sat again obediently.
'All… all right,' she said, her eyes wide and blue, staring at him, wondering what was coming next. But he said nothing, just went on washing. She began to feel uncomfortable, as though some explanation for her actions was due.
'I… I'll tell you the truth,' she murmured. 'I was getting you out of my system.'
'You couldn't do that with your husband?' he asked, grinning a little now.
She blushed. 'You've hardly given us that opportunity,' she spat defensively.
'I didn't know you wanted it!' he said. She still couldn't tell if he was laughing at her or not.
'Of course, you'll give me everything I want!' she said sarcastically. Before she could say anything further, he broke in.
While he was turning the spigots to stop the flow of the water, he told her, 'I just let you have what you wanted.' Now he turned and took her white shoulders in each of his strong black hands. 'More than you wanted your husband,' he continued the thought.
'What do you mean?' she asked, angry because she felt the truth of his words more than she wanted to admit to herself!
'You could have waited for him,' the big man murmured. Strange, unwanted feelings were creeping around, even after two orgasms, under her skin. 'If you really wanted him,' the man continued, 'you would have waited to see if we put you together!'
Prudence Harper felt a quiver in her delicate nose. He was almost fatherly to her, this big black man! Fatherly and yet not so fatherly! What really intrigued her, though, was what he seemed to know and understand and accept. What bothered her was the way he kept seeing inside of her, reading her mind better than she could do it herself, and then making her face it. For it was true. Whatever the excuse she had given herself, which she had forgotten now, she had known she was on the brink of an orgasm and had feared that Douglas, instead of bringing it on, might have spoiled it!
'Myyyyy,' the big man said when she couldn't seem to answer him. 'You sure are dirty. The dust is hard to see
