The young bride.

[Jess_a_belle]

Feeling the blood rush back to my hands and feel. A hot tingling as the nerves reawaken. Sitting up, I feel the remaining flood of his sperm ooze out of my open lips. Moving slowly, my insides still aflame from the assault of his hardness.

I crawl off the bed and lower myself to my knees on the hard wood floor. I can see the thick soft carpet a few feet away, but something in his eyes tells me to say on the wood.

I look up at him. His nude body a tower of strength. Despite his years he is as strong and firm as a man half his age. His powerful thighs are spread slightly and my eyes follow them up to his manhood. Hanging limp but retaining much of its earlier length and thickness, I see it glistening with the mix of our juices. Just as his seed continues to flow out of me, I can see rivlets of cum slowly moving down his shaft to the heavy balls that hang below. Already a few thick drops have landed on the polished wood of the floor. I can smell the mix of his musk and the sweetness of my own fluids. My face is inches away from the source of so much of my pleasure. I look further up, over his wide strong chest, to the angular features of his face. Once again drawn into the blackness of his eyes.

As you asked, Jean Claude, here I am on my knees before you...

My voice a soft whisper

 

[cgraven]

Her voice a soft whisper. Her eyes demurely down cast.

“As you asked, Jean Claude, here I am on my knees before you...”

My hands cup her angelic face. my thumb rubs her cheek I smile at her.

“Take me into your mouth and please me how my pet”

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Closing my eyes.. the fire of his still burning in my mind.

I lean forward.. and feel the soft fleshyness of the head of his manhood brush my nose. Licking my lips, I tilt my head back and from my mouth into an O.

The thick head rests lightly on my full lips, I can feel the v-shaped grove at its base, and I can taste the lingering wetness from my mound flowing from his head into my mouth.

Slowly, my tongue circles his head. Licking it clean. Again, counter-clockwise. Again and again. I can feel it swell slightly as my tongue finds his full cock lips and begins to lick up and down. The tip of my small pointed tongue parts them, as I lick up the last remaining drop of his cum. It is the first cum I have ever tasted. Thick, and still hot, it is slightly salty with a wonderful sweet aftertaste.. that leaves the back of my tongue slightly burning.

Turning my head to the side, I lick along his thick shaft.. tracing one large vein after another. I can feel him growing harder, rising, until I have to stretch up to draw his big head into my mouth again.

I suck. Softly, and feel him begin to push into me. It has a spongy softness to it, but as I suck harder I can feel the hardness that bruised my insides moments ago.

 

[cgraven]

Her tongue so soft and sweet shyly reaches out and I gasps at its first thrilling touch of it. Her mouth forms a perfect “O”.

Slowly playfully, like it child exploring a new exciting world, she explores my manhood that grows at sensual touch of her innocent tongue.

Jehanne takes her first taste of my cum. I slowly push in to her virgin mouth as her tongue explores me.

My words come slowly to her ears. I guide her, instruct her, her throat slowly starts to relax. My hands are entwined in her auburn hair and draw her on to me.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

His strong hands grasp my head, thick fingers twisting locks of auburn hair. I rise up higher on my knees as he begins to guide my mouth on his hardness. Thrusing as he pushes my head down onto his thick shaft.

Nearly gagging, I take him deeper and deeper, the muscles of my throat relax and i can feel his wide head fucking deep deep into my mouth. Never did I imagine a man in my mouth like this. I feel his big balls slapping up under my chin with each thrust. From his moans I can tell he is enjoying this assault on my widely stretched mouth.

 

[cgraven]

As I draw Jehanne on to my hardening cock she raises full on her knees her head tilted back she follows each instruction like an eager schoolgirl, so willing to please. My fingers laced firmly in her lustrous auburn hair, its fine silken texture excites me.

I work deeper into Jehanne’s virgin mouth, her tongue circling my cock, coaxing it, thrilling it, with her tongue soft seductive movement, then suckling it, bring it fully to life. My thrust are slow at first the tip of my iron rod sliding from her lips to the back of her mouth. Then the pace slowly quickens as I pass from her mouth into her virgin throat. Jehanne gags and it thrills me as her throat lewdly massages my cock.

My thrust are now deep and almost savage in ther urgency, my balls slap against her chin, I am buried deep with in Jehanne’s throat. Her lips obscenely stretched in an “O”, in her desperate effort to accommodate me. Now at the end of each stroke I hold deep with in her innocent mouth and throat, Jehanne swallows hard fighting to catch a breath around my pistoning cock. The muscles of her throat ripple along my length with each swallow.

“Yes……..Yes……..Suck Harder My Waton BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My voice hard guttural demanding as I rape my virgin brides innocent mouth, and that thought thrills me.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Hearing his voice, I begin to suck harder. Never could I have imagined anyone speaking to me in that way. Never ever could I have imagined it would be my husband using such foul words to describe me. But even more amazing to me is how my body responded to his verbal and physical assault. I felt my juices flow freely from my open lips. I sucked harder on his thick cock, trying to take more of it in.

My eyes flash up at him, letting him know how much I love this new found form of pleasure. I lift my hands and begin to softly caress his heavy balls and the base of his thickness. Rolling and lightly tugging.

His words ring in my head like the echos of a church bell... wanton bitch.. wanton... wanton.. bitch.. bitch.. bitch.. I hear them over and over as his hardness fucks my mouth and throat.

 

[cgraven]

I see my words strike Jehanne like a slap across her pretty face. She gaps and the feeling on my pistoning cock is fantastic. Her efforts to please me redouble. Jehanne opens her throat and tries to swallow me whole.

Her eyes flash up at me, I see the joy there. Jehanne’s small delicate hand caresses my heavy balls, massages them, and gentle tugs them. I can no longer resist the suckling of my innocent bride. My buttocks clenches and I thrust deep into Jehanne throat my scalding cum erupting deep with in her throat. Her touch, her sweet mouth, her innocence willingly surrendered to me , and I cum as I never have.

My hands cruelly ensnared in her auburn hair her nose pressed to my groin.


“Yes…….Oh God yes…… Drink my cum my little slut………Drink it all.”

 

[Jess_a_belle]

As his hot cum begins to flow into my waiting mouth, I once again hear his words.

...drink my cum my little slut...

Without thinking I squeeze his balls softly and stroke his shaft.. milking more of the hot stinging sperm into my mouth. With each new jet, I am forced to swallow. Never, never could I have imagined doing this.. but I love it... I crave it. His words, his actions are addictive. I know I will never be the same.

Yes, Jean Claude is right. I have always been a slut, hidden under the perfect exterior of school rooms and social functions.

As the last drops of cum roll out of his cock. I pull my head back, so he can watch the thick white drops land on my pink tongue.

Swallowing the last of it, a tiny dribble running down from the corner of my mouth. I look up at him again.

Teach me what it means to be a slut Jean Claude....

 

[cgraven]

As if she where a greedy infant Jehanne drinks my offering, sucks, milks my iron rod with her delicate little hand. There is a wanton lust in those innocent eyes as she awakens to a world she never dreamed of yet some how has always longed for.

Jehanne, as the last drops of cum roll out of my cock , pulls her head back, she watches the thick, white drops, she sticks out her soft, delicate, pink tongue, and reverently catches the last drop on it, then swallows. A tiny dribble running down from the corner of her mouth, I catch it on my finger tip, smearing it across her ruby lips. Her eyes look up at me pleading, then in her soft seductive little girl voice I so love, she whispers.

” Teach me what it means to be a slut Jean Claude....”

I smile down at her pleased at her request, my hand gently caresses her cheek. My gaze falls to the floor. Between Jehanne’s knees is a puddle of her sweet nectar and my cum pooled there.

“Ah my “Little Dove” you have soiled the floor in your pleasure.”


Her gaze follows mine.


“”I think you must clean it up.”

I pause my eyes holding Jehanne’s once again.

“Lap it up with your tongue my dear.”

I watch her as I tower over Jehanne’s kneeling form.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Shaking.

I close my eyes and lower myself down so my face is on the wooden floor. I turn my head to the side, looking up at him, and begin to lick. Thick white pools of sperm have dripped from me. With a measured slowness, I lap. Long slow licks. Pulling the stringy cold cum up and into my mouth. From this position my hips are high in the air, and I can feel the cool morning breeze dancing over my exposed mound and anus.

Licking. Lapping. Finally turning my head to suck the last pool of cum ... forming my lips into a little kiss.

I hear a motion behind me.. and realize someone must be standing at the open doorway again.

 

[Diamondjim69]

very hot

she looks almost as good as you jessica. i can tell some hot anal is in store for this gal. gentle buy filling

 

[cgraven]

“Lap it up with your tongue my dear.”

A look of disbelief flashes across Jehanne face her eyes wide her body shaking as she lowers herself to the floor. Her little pink tongue tentatively reaches out and dips in to the puddle of my now cold cum and her sweet nectar. her hips are high in the air, her mound and anus exposed, and so inviting, as Jehanne now eagerly laps up our combined joy. She is so like a naughty kitten lapping up a saucer of cream, her dark forbidden roes so tempting.

Marie as at the door. A demure little cough to announce her presence.

“Seigneur………monsieur Paccar must speak with you immediately………..He says it can not wait.”

Anger flashes in my eyes at this unwanted interruption. Marie cowers at the door her fear well grounded. Then an evil glint shines in my eyes.

“Marie is not your Mistress lovely, and so sweet?”

I do not wait for an answer.


“Come taste her……… Taste her sweetness……… Now girl!”

Marie on trembling legs comes and kneels behind Jehanne her tongue reaches out and takes a tentative lick, Marie starts to rise, yet my eyes command her not to.

There are tears in the young maid’s eyes as she returns to Jehanne’s exposed mound and she slowly seductively licks and laps her mistress till Jehanne cums violently.


I smile as maid and mistress perform for me.

“Marie get your mistresses new riding habit”

The terrified young raven haired beauty flees the room.

I help my young bride to stand her legs quivering.

“Jehanne be ready in half an hour and wear your hair up.”

I smile to myself as I go to see what Paccar wants.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne, 19 so innocent my bride, newly installed at Chateau De Mort, now she would become a bobble on my arm, an ornament to grace me, yes loved and cherished, the grand dame to the outside world but my “Little Slut” in a very selected circle of powerful friends, a tease, a reward to staff as I chose, after all even servants need a bit of joy in their humdrum lives.

Paccar, my estate manager, as he was to my father before me. Paccar old and weathered , gnarled hands, shriveled bald and almost toothless now, soon it would be time to replace him send him to the old woodcutters cottage on the west side of the estate far from the main house and the flow of life at the chateau. I enter my mahogany paneled study, and pick up the phone.

“Hello Paccar gue c’est?.....Oui…..”( Hello Paccar what is it?...yes I see no, no that is all right yes go ahead………..Paccar meet me at the wood cutters cottage at one today……NO….be there.)

A perverse smile crossed my face as Jehanne’s words came to mind.

Teach me what it means to be a slut Jean Claude....

My smile broadens as I think to myself the lesson she will learn at my hand. Oh yes Jehanne will learn what it means to be MY LITTLE SLUT

**********************
I waited for Jehanne in the stable yard and glanced at my watch 10 minutes till she was do. the horses pawed the ground anxiously.

 

[H'venlee]

Jehanne

I walk toward the stable yard, the velvet of my new riding habit soft and tight against my skin. My knees still a bit shakey with the memories of what had happened this morning. My boot click along the walkway, setting a beat which I quicken, wanting to be on time for Jean Claude. I am excited by his passion, but not yet ready for his punishment.

I see him standing by the fence, his hand resting lazily as one of the fine bred horses nuzzles at it. His dark trousers are sculpted tightly to his muscular thighs, his white shirt loose across his broad shoulders. In his riding boots, all I can think of is that he is just in need of a sword to make him a dashing pirate captain.

I swiftly walk up to him, my eyes lowered.

"Hello Jean."

 

[cgraven]

Jean

Jehanne comes walking quickly across the stable yard . the click, click, click of riding boot a staccato rhythm as her youthful hips swat in time with the beat of her gate, her lustrous auburn hair tightly bound in a French braid, as I prefer. The white linen riding breeches molded to her like a second skin, the burgundy riding habit complements her alabaster skin.

“ Jehanne your five minutes late”

A lazy smile touches the corners of my mouth.

“Monsieur Paccar will be inconvinced”

We mount and take a brisk canter across the estate. Eventually we come to the old wood cutter’s cottage and Mr. Paccar is standing by the gate.

‘A Paccar I am sorry we our late. I do not believe you have met Madame yet?”

I wondered what was going through sweet Jeanne mind as she looked upon Paccar. His old and weathered face, gnarled hands, shriveled, bald and almost toothless. Hardly a young girls dream.

I assist Jehanne to the ground and we followed Paccar into the cottage.

“Jehanne I feel you owe monsieur Paccar and apologies for are late arrival.”

There is a wicked grin in my eyes as I contemplate her next lesson

“ Paccar is not Jehanne beautiful?............You may strip her if you wish, I give you my permission.”

 

[H'venlee]

Jehanne

"A Paccar I am sorry we our late. I do not believe you have met Madame yet?” I hear Jean Claude address the old gentleman standing by the gate, as his hand rests possesively on my thigh.

I look down at Piccar and then at the old cottage, it's wooden walls warped by the rain and sun, and wonder what my husband has brought me here for.

He helps me down from my saddle, a hand placed gentle but firmly on my backside as he does. I turn and Paccar smiles at me. I feel a bit of a shudder run down my spine as I see his missing teeth, but more from the ler in the old man's eyes. I step a bit closer to Jean.

Jean looks down at me and says, “Jehanne I feel you owe monsieur Paccar and apologies for are late arrival.”

"I am very sorry Monsieur Paccar. I did not mean to make you wait." My voice is quiet and shakey, my mind still questioning what we are doing out here.

I feel Jean's hand on my back, pushing me slightly toward the old man. I take a step closer, looking down, fidgeting nervously as Paccar's gaze sweeps over my body, taking in each curve shown by my riding habit.

“Paccar is not Jehanne beautiful?............You may strip her if you wish, I give you my permission.”

My eyes open wide with surprise with what Jean has just uttered. My head turns to him and I see a mischievous grin playing on his lips, but a stern look in his eye. I turn my head forward again, and a feel a touch on my cheek. Pacar's fingers are rough and calloused, scratching at my soft skin, as he steps closer to me.

"Mais oui, Monsieur. She is tres belle. You have chosen a beauty." Paccar's lips are close to my ear.

 

[cgraven]

Paccar

He reaches out a gnarled hand, and caresses Jehanne’s cheek flawless smooth skin there is an obesity in the scene, his loathsome appearance and Jehanne’s youthful beauty

"Mais Oui, Monsieur. She is tres belle. You have chosen a beauty” his trembling fingers undue the buttons of her burgundy jacket and slips it from her shoulders.
Kneeling he removes her ridding boots and socks . A Jean Claude hands steady the frightened Jeanne’s shoulders. His voice in her ear,

You will be my slut Jehanne as you begged me only this morning, and obedient in all things.

Jehanne stood there s Paccar struggled to his feet, wheezing in his excitement.

His hands now at the button of her breeches, the zipper rasping open, Paccar rolls them down her sculpted legs. Only Jehanne’s blouse was left to her. soon that too flutter to the ground, Jean Claude released the clap of her bra. And Piccar slipped it from her shoulders his old eyes glazed with lust, drooling almost whimpering in joy as he striped away her lace panties.

 

[H'venlee]

Jehanne

You will be my slut Jehanne as you begged me only this morning, and obedient in all things.

I try to stand prefectly still as the old man slowly undresses me. He takes great care in making sure his fingers brush against any new skin he encounters. My head is bowwed, but my eyes are still closed, away from the sight, but not the touch and sound of the old man. Jean's words ringing through my head.

A slight breeze whips around me and I shiver, in spite of the warm sun. Jean's hands hold me still as I feel Paccar slide the smal white lace panties down over my hips, past my thighs, and lets them settle around my ankles. I slowly lift one foot, then the other, feeling a blush spread over me as I shed the last bit of clothing.

I feel both Jean & Paccar step back from me, leaving me standing in the sunlight. I feel it warm upon my skin, the breeze caressing me. I open my eyes and see Paccar watching me, his eyes full of a lustful glare. I wait, wondering what Jean has in store for me.

 

[cgraven]

Jean

Jehanne trembles as she endures Paccar’s loathsome touch I smile wickedly at her distress yet this is what she begged for, that which she reveled in only this morning.

I step back and admire Jehanne’s matchless beauty, her body bathed in golden sunlight and again my pulse quickens for her, to have her, to posses her again in love sweet embrace.

I stepped back my body pressed hard to her, my passion for her felt between the smooth perfection of her firm derrière, the coarse riding breeches the only thing between us.

My voice is soft and loving at Jehanne ear my hot, moist breath stir the wisps of hair on her neck. I whispered all this in her ear my hand cupping her face. I turn her lips to mine. and we kiss there in the sun long slow and oh so sensual was that kiss.

“you please me so Jehanne”

I whisper for her ears only

Again I step back.

“Jehanne open your eyes you are being impolite to Monsieur Paccar.”

“Paccar my apologies for Jehanne’s behavior.”

I pause the silence is deafening

“Paccar If you would like you may taste Madame……………….Jehanne please spread your legs for monsieur Paccar…………….Paccar you may enjoy the taste of Madame till she comes for you.”

Paccar steps forward kneeling his gnarled hands on Jehanne’s waist his tongue reaches out and he starts to taste her.

 

[H'venlee]

Jehanne

“Paccar If you would like you may taste Madame……………….Jehanne please spread your legs for monsieur Paccar…………….Paccar you may enjoy the taste of Madame till she comes for you.”

I watch as Paccar kneels down before me. I move my feet apart, opening myself to him. His rough hands rest at my waist, coarse and leathery against the skin I pride myself in so much. His head leans forward. I cannot take my eyes off of him as his tongue flicks out to part the curls of my mound and dip inside. His tongue is warm and gentle, unlike the rest of the man.

I felt myself getting wet as he explored deeper. His tongue darting here and there. I felt him skillfully lick up and down each parted lip before diving inside for a bigger taste. The tip touched my clit, softly at first, then harder, tapping out a slow rhythm. I tried to wiggle my hips, but he held me tight, his fingers digging into my waist.

Over and over his tongue assaulted my clit, pounding gently. I could feel the warmth run through me. As repulsed as I was by this man, my body was begging for more of him. I wanted him to speed up, to give me what I seeked, but he would not give it to me.

I moaned, "Oh Jean...help me...."

I feel Jean step up behind me, leaning forward to whisper into my ear.

 

[cgraven]

"Oh Jean...help me...."

Jehanne’s breathless plea came softly caressing my ears, firing my passion for her.

Paccar was old but a man of many talents and he could keep Jehanne on the edge of ecstasy for and hour before granting her the joy she sought, Ah poor innocent Jehanne.

“Tell me dear how my I help my wanton little slut, tell me beg for what you want Jehanne."

 

[H'venlee]

“Tell me dear how my I help my wanton little slut, tell me, beg for what you want Jehanne."

Paccar's tongue is still working at my clit, now diving between my inner lips to grab a bit of my juices before resuming its pounding on my clit.

My lips part, and I want to tell Jean, tell him all that I need, but the words do not come out. I moan his name, a plea, a beg. He does nothing, not touching me, not easing my wanting.

Tell me... echoes in my mind, yet I stand there, the old man content with his teasing. His fingers kneeding into my waist now. His tongue starts flicking back and for over my clit. I want to move my hips to match the movements, but he holds me still. My body cries out.

Tell me... I cannot hold back any longer. My body screams for release.

"Jean, I need to....I need..." My breath comes in small gasps as I try to form the words. "Please Jean.....I need to feel that...what I felt this morning...please....."

 

[cgraven]

"Jean, I need to....I need..." My breath comes in small gasps as I try to form the words. "Please Jean.....I need to feel that...what I felt this morning...please....."

“ You want me to take your sweet ass again to be called bitch, slut, and harlot?”

My tone light loving, teasing, each word lovingly caressing her ears and soul, as Jehanne withered breathlessly in her need.

“You want me to brutally rape you sweet derrière again. but this time as Monsieur Paccar taste you is that what you want Jehanne?”

silence

“To feel thing you have never felt before my dove is that what you want?”

 

[H'venlee]

I feel a tear roll down my warm cheek. My body cries out, forcing the words up into my throat.

Paccar's tongue moves in small circles now, teasing me more and more. Then he flattens out his tongue to slowly drag it across my clit. My knees feel weak with the wanting. I cannot hold back the words any longer, and my body expels them with a rush of air.

"Yes Jean...yes....all that and more....please."