The young bride.

[cgraven]

The young bride.

Jess_a_belle and C G raven please read a long and enjoy.


She had first caught my attention when attending boarding school in Bordeaux She was young fresh and oh so innocent I really had given up believing girls like her still existed. Her form was sensual seductive in its innocents, full ripe and ready for the harvest. At first I merely thought of her as an object for conquest. Then I wanted hr wanted her for my own.

I set out to woe her and win her. I courted my angel for three years first I was a friend for how could a man in his late 50’s hope to win a girl in her fist blush of womanly perfection. Then her trusted confidant, slowly I seduced her to love me and then I proposed to her and we where wed. Our honeymoon was all that any girl could dream of and more, her virginity surrendered and tenderly taken.

Now we have returned to my Chateau and now I set down the tail of my bride. I am Jean Claude Tugas count de Mort. I am in my 57th year, still a strong powerful man, lean and hard from serving at sea for 24 years, My ginger hair touched with traces of spun silver, and this is the tail of my bride.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Even weeks after her beautiful wedding... weeks after her return from a honeymoon in Greece... Jehanne struggled to believe this was really to be her life.

Born to aging parents, they had both passed before she was 10. Charatible, but often overbearing cousins had taken her in and done their best for her. She had been well educated, taught to be a lady of station, despite the fact she was penniless.

Or more correctly, she once was penniless. Now her weekly "household allowance" was more than she had ever hoped to spend on herself in a year.

Jean Claude had come into her life like a mist.. growing slowly until he surounded her totally. She had loved him from the first, but it had taken several years for her to learn to love him as a woman.

Now, as she rose from her wedding bed in the bright light of another glorous morning in the country... she knew there was nothing she would not do for him.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Her long auburn hair flowing to the base of her spine.. she slowly pulled the silver brush through the thick waves. Glacing at her reflection in the full lenght mirror that stood along side the bed. The diaphanous gown accenting her figure. Her skin was very fair and the lines of her young body well-rounded into woman hood. Her breasts were very heavy and full, yet firm in their youthfulness. Her nipples, large and dark under the white fabric, stood high and hard in the cool morning air of the country chateau. Her hips, slightly wide for her thin frame, were rounded, with firm, yet fleshy flanks. The morning light played across her, highlighting the tiny triangle of darker auburn curles that sat above her newly awakened womanhood. Her 20th birthday would be in a few weeks.

Yawning slightly, she wondered where Jean Claude was, and what new, wonderful suprise he had instore for her today.

 

[cgraven]

I had woken early in the morning as was my custom and tended to the affairs of the chateau. I thought back on our marriage to date it had been very sedate and proper. The normal fore play a young girl could expect loving kisses, tender touches. Very mundane in comparison to the life I had lied and the woman I had enjoyed. My bride was mine both body and soul. No she will learn that I am the master of this house and all that are with in. it is time to start educating my loving bride my Jehanne

I stood at the door watching Jehanne brush her lustrous auburn hair, her diaphanous gown accenting her figure. Skin fair as alabaster and the lines of her young body well-rounded into woman hood. Her breasts were very heavy and full, yet firm in their youthfulness. Nipples, even now taunt large and dark under the white fabric, stood high and proud. Her hips, slightly wide for her thin frame, were rounded and firm. The morning light played across her, highlighting the tiny triangle of darker auburn fleece that sat above her newly awakened womanhood.


Jehanne

My voice a whisper on the morning air, slowly I approach her, my hands slip the gown from her shoulder. She is naked before me her back pressed to me A kiss light and gentle caresses her neck I nibble at her ear. My breath hot ,moist as I whisper.

“Morning my love.”

I turn her to me and our lips meet as they have so often before. A kiss that deepens in to passion. Then kiss worshiping Jehanne, follow the line of her jaw, to the hollow of her neck. Now for the first time they go lower. My tongue circling the areola of her nipple brings a new life to that little bud. I run my tongue around the hardening nub, suckle it roll it on the roof of my mouth. Teeth grazing it. First one then the other. Till I see Jehanne respond, then my kisses begin to move lower stil,l as I drop to my knees.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Moaning softly.. I feel this man, my husband kiss me in ways I have never felt. His hot mouth on my nipples. Warm soft tongue teasing over the flat expanse of my tummy. Jean Claude's large hands, roughened from years at sea, push my thighs apart. His back bends as his mouth moves lower.

I look down, his eyes, so dark they are nearly black, look up at me. I see a fire in them I have never noticed before. As his tongue dances... I moan again louder, lifting a foot to rest on the bed steps. My back arches and my eyes close.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s gasps become moans of pleasure as my hands rough, calloused from years at sea, spread her velvet thighs. My kisses move lower still my tongue reams her naval a nip at that soft spot where hip and thigh meet.

I feel her eyes on me, Jehanne’s breathing has become rapid and tready. I look up my eyes back with my wanton desire for my innocent bride. My tongue dances in her the dark auburn fleece, her foot goes to the bed step as Jehanne opens herself to me. Her moans become louder as she arches her back trusting her Venus mound at me.

Not yet my sweet. I think to myself, you are not nearly ready for what I have in mine for you this morning.

a kiss on her sweet labia then quickly I shift to her velvet inner thighs, I kiss one then the other, a nibble here, a kiss there, as I slowly work my way down the perfection of Jehanne’s legs. By the time my teeth nibble at the tendon behind her knees Jehanne’s legs are quivering I sweep her into my arms and lay her on her wedding bed. I spread her legs wide then slowly, maddeningly slowly I work back up her legs till I almost kiss again her waiting mound.

Our eyes meet I smile wickedly at her and my head lowers once again.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Jean's hands reach under me.. lifting me like the child I am in so many ways. I land roughly on the bed, bouncing slightly in its deep softness. My eyes open to see him kneeling between my open thighs. I feel the heat rise to my neck and cheeks as I realize i am open and totally exposed. His black eyes catch mine again. Blazing with an inner light. I somehow know this will be different. My lover, my husband, my first, has something new and unexpected in store for me.

Quivering with excitement, my long fingers cup my breasts, and push them together on my chest. He has taught me to do this for his viewing pleasure, and I do it now in hopes of more direct attention to my swelling desire.

 

[cgraven]

An innocent blush colors Jehanne’s cheeks. So much the child still, so new to this world of men and women. I was her first, and she gave herself willingly to me on our wedding night.

Now our eyes meet a question flashes in her eyes, then interest, excitement, follows as mine answer hers. Not a word has passed between us since I slipped the gown from her shoulders. Her long delicate fingers cup her breasts. Jehanne squeezes them together as I have taught her and my eyes smile in pleasure.

“ Play with your nipples as I do my love touch your self brings pleasure to them for me.”

I watch then my head lowers to Jehanne’s open thighs and my tongue runs the length of her sweet glistening labia. My tongue catching each drop of her offered nectar. Then slowly at first I begin to lash her sweet essence with my tongue till finally it swirls around her engorged clit.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Cupping my breasts... pulling on my hard nipples.. doing as I am told. Moaning, thrusting hips up to meet his lashing tongue. I feel like I am going insane. Never have I felt like this. My body opening for him, accepting each succssive thrusting lick from his wide wet tongue. As he circles the center of my pleasure I begin to spasam. Crying out in a mix of pain, awe, and desire, I feel a wetness flood from inside me. The sounds of his rapid lapping keeping time to the thrusts of my hips.

More.. more.. more.. god.. more..

I hear someone say.. only to realize it was my own strained voice

 

[cgraven]

More.. more.. more.. god.. more..

Jehanne’s voice is strained a dark husky sensual whisper building to a crescendo with the building need deep with in her. My lapping tongue meets her thrusting hips her delicate fingers no longer simple tease and pleas her nipples they are caught up in her wild passion and dig at them, I smile to my self. I had chosen well my young bride has a wild sexual nature only thinly valid by the demure proper young girl. This I will use to my pleasure.

No longer do I merely lap at Jehanne’s sweet essence. I become more aggressive as her sweet innocent body is caught up in her ecstasy I suckle the hard ,blood engorged nub of her pleasure, racking my teeth across the tender bud, then I breath deeply in and a stream of cool air bath that feverous nub.

Slowly I raise my head , I watch Jehanne’s body wither and thrash in euphoria.


“Jehanne More what my sweet pet?........Tell me what you desire…….Beg for it my dear!”

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Startled by the sound of Jean Claude's voice, Jehanne lifts her head.... the room spins and at the center is his dark eyes flashing in the bright morning light...

I don't know.. I just know I need more...

Her fingers are pinching and tugging her large nipples, her hips continue to thurst upward to meet the tongue that no longer probes her open folds.

Please, Jean Claude, I have never felt my body this alive... give me more of this.. more of life... please

Moaning softly her head drops to the soft pillows as her fingers twist her nipples...

 

[cgraven]

I don't know.. I just know I need more...

Please, Jean Claude, I have never felt my body this alive... give me more of this.. more of life... please

There is a wanton desperation in Jehanne’s whispered pleas. I smile at her rise slowly and go to her dresser. I select four silken scarves from her dresser. I stand towering over her withering supple form still lewdly splayed on the bed. She whimpers in her need.

“Jehanne give me your wrist now!”

My voice is tender but there is no mistaking the authority of command in it.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

"Give me your wrist now..."

Stunned silence fills the bedroom. Her eyes wide she can only obey his words. With her thighs still spread wide, she holds her right hand up to him. The long fingers white and tiped with ruby nail polish. Trembling slightly, her left hand continues to tug at her nipple and occasionally caress the fullness of her large left breast.

Unsure of what is to come.. she knows she has never felt this way before. She has no way of anticipating the things that will take place in the hours, and days, ahead.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne slowly raises her right hand at my command. Her long delicate fingers tremble in uncertainty, expectation of the unknown, as her left hand continues to try and keeper on the edge of the abyss of the pleasure she now so desperately seeks.

My movements sure unhurried I bind Jehanne,s hand to the bed post.

“The other now my sweet pet!”

Soon her left hand is bound, her arms drawn above her head Jehanne’s breast stand proudly caped by her taunt nipples. Slowly deliberately I draw her long sculptured legs apart and bind each trim ankle to the bed post. My innocent bride is spread eagled and totally at my mercy I smile down at Jehanne.

Kisses to her neck I feel her throbbing pulse beneath my lips. A my lips brush hers, then savagely claim my bond innocents mouth. Lower, ever lower my kisses travel again teasing ,pleasing and torturing my dove, till at last I return to feat on her sweet nectar. My tongue now stabs into Jehanne’s innocent vagina.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Caught, tied, bound, helpless... a flood of thoughts raced through her mind. With each slow kiss, her body jerked against the silk bonds. Her heavy breasts moved from side to side, her hips flexed and thrust up as his hot tongue teased her dark auburn curls.

What... what are you doing to me Jean Claude... what.. are..

what are you going to do to me?


She could feel the center of her pleasure throbbing, she could feel the cool morning breeze blowing over her wet, open folds. She knew things had somehow changed this day.. but her fear and inexperience failed to help her understand the depths of passion, the depths of degredation, the depths of humiliation and release she was soon to experience.

A small tear rolled down the ivory skin of her cheek. It was not a tear of pain or fear, but a tear of building desire.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne supple nubile body responds to each stab of my tongue. her innocents unprepared for the flood of sensations that engulf her,

“What... what are you doing to me Jean Claude... what.. are..”

Jehanne’s voice a whispered plea cut short by a gasp of sheer pleasure.

“what are you going to do to me?”

Again the breathless question. Jehanne sweet nectar flowing freely as I feast on her innocence. I kiss my way slowly back up her sinuous form feasting on each nipple suckling them and then giving each a sharp nip.

A crystal tear shimmers on the perfection of her ivory cheek, My tongue catches that perfect tear on its tip.

There is no fear in Jehanne’s eyes only a building desire for the ecstasy she now feels. Slowly the velvet helmet of my iron core rod parts the delicate petals of Jehanne’s desire. And I hold there as she titters on the brink of ecstasy.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

oh.. oh ... oh.. yes....

I can feel the tip of his manhood pressing against my open folds. I can feel his desire in the thickness of his swollen head. The first time he had me, the pain had been shocking, despite his tenderness. I know this time, this special time, he will not be gentle.

His hot tongue invades my mouth.. thrusting between my teeth.. I suck on it, softly at first, then with growing hunger.

I feel his heavy testicles lightly touching the full softness of my inner thighs. With a sudden thrust, he is deep inside me.

I scream out, forcing his probing tongue from my mouth.

Ohhhhhhh.... god

I feel full, almost sick, as his thickness opens me deeper than he has ever gone before. Slowly he slides back out, my walls clinching at his shaft, outer lips clinging to the veiny thickness that is him.

More tears, tears of pleasure and of desire.

Is... is this what it means to be a woman Jean Claude?

My voice broken and horse. I tremble as I wait for him to thrust into me again.

 

[cgraven]

oh.. oh ... oh.. yes....

Jehanne welcomes my probing tongue, she tastes of summer wine, sweet, heady, and I drink her in. My back arches and in one powerful thrust I bury my iron shaft halfway to the hilt. She is tight so very tight her silken folds grip me in their sweet embrace.

Ohhhhhhh.... god

Jehanne’s scream of shock and passion music to my ears. Maddeningly, slowly I start to withdraw, her body clings to me begging me to stay with all its will. I am almost clear of my love’s soft sensual petals. Again I trust savage home each stroke slow and teasing in its withdrawal each thrust savage in my need to completely posses Jehanne.

Tears, tears of pleasure, tears of desire moisten Jehanne’s silken cheeks. There is a dark hunger for the sight and taste of those innocent tears deep with in my tortured soul. I drink each precious tear, her cheeks glistens as I lap them greedily up. Again I kiss her savagely commanding her sweet mouth to respond to me. My hands fondles, maul her taunt nipples as The tip of my iron rod nudges the top of hr womb, my heavily laden sack slaps the puffy lips of Jehanne’s labia.


Our kiss broken my eyes captures and holds hers.

Is... is this what it means to be a woman Jean Claude?

Her voice broken , laced with wanton passion. I make no answer but to trust home again and again till Jehanne is driven over the edge of the abyss she titters on into dark swilling pleasure as her orgasm violently claims her innocent body.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Screaming and shaking, her body thrashing wildly under his onslaught. Hips rising to meet each thrust, harder, faster.

She tries to wrap her legs around him, but the bonds hold her tight.

All she can do is squirm and thrust up to meet his hardness. He has never felt this large, this thick, this long. She is totally filled with him. The rythmic slap of his heavy sack upon her ass. Her mouth searches for his, sucking hard on his thick tongue. She feels his rough hands grasping her breasts and flanks. Hands rougher than any she had ever dreamed of.

He was somehow taking her. Pulling her into him as he thrust deep inside of her. Her singleness of mind, her ability to make decisions, was ebbing. When this passionate asault ended, she knew, she would be his as she had never imagined. His for any purpose, any pleasure. The thought of the word "no" was lost forever from her mind.

Building rapidly to orgasm... the tension electric within her body. Waves of pleasure rolled through her, her tight walls grasping his massive manhood. Gulping air, shivering and shaking, she could feel her tunnel and ass clinching and releasing with an intensity she never thought possible.

Feeling him swell even more, she knew from the brief experience she had with him, that his seed was about to be released. Through the fog of her orgasm, she wondered if he would remain deep inside her.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s Young firm body a prisoner of the bonds that hold her, She can make no movement but to raise her hips to meet my savage thrusts. Our kiss deep and savage her mouth responds as it never has before. Jehanne response to my savage love limited to her mouth and trusting hips, her sweet pussy gripping me trying to hold me deep with in her trembling depths.


My nails bite into her taunt nipples as I thrust on last time deep within her , my buttocks clenches and I bless Jehanne with my scalding seep, filling her, my iron ramrod buried deep with in her our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our breath ragged as we share that life giving essence.

I scream my passion into Jehanne’s welcoming mouth.

 

[Jess_a_belle]

The scalding hot sperm floods her stretched tunnel. Never before has he erupted with this violence, this force, with each continued thrust more of his hot thick seed oozes from her, slowly flowing down from her open lips, pooling at her tightly puckered anus and then flowing down to soak the sheets on which she is bound.

He continues to thrust and move, her mind gone. A blank of passion. She can not think, she can not see. The world spins around her as wave after wave of pleasure pass over her. With each bite or pinch, she screems out in desire. Filled but not fulfilled.

As he pulls out of her, the spinning stops and her mind clears slightly.

Looking up into the blazing darkness of his eyes.

Don't stop Jean Claude... please don't stop, I need more...

 

[cgraven]

I slip from my virgin bride for she in so many ways remains the innocent virgin. Innocent to the dark desires of men such as I..

Jehanne’s eyes wide with lust, still not fulfilled, she searches mine, as they have never done before, her mind spins her body rejoices in the bliss of her orgasm the aching pain that laces through her tortured nipples.

Don't stop Jean Claude... please don't stop, I need more...

Her voice a whimpering plea.

My hands no tender and gentle roam her bound form, they are gentle yet bold in their caresses.

A tender kiss, long and lingering. Our lips part.

”You asked…………….”

A kiss on the throbbing pulse at her neck

“………….Is... is this what…”

A kiss at the hollow of her neck

“…….. it means to…”

My lips tease and pleas her distended nipples.

“……..to be a woman Jean Claude?”


I kiss her glistening thighs.




My eyes smile up at my innocent Jehanne.

My voice is smooth almost hypnotic as I finally answer her.

“To be my woman Jehanne you must obey me in all things,…. Do as I say without question,……….without hesitation………… If you do then pleasure will be yours.’


A quick sharp bite to her tender innocent inner thigh.


“If not I shall punish you for your own good.”


I pause my eyes holding hers captive to my will.

“Do you understand my dear?...........Is this what you want to be truly my woman?”

 

[Jess_a_belle]

Jumping and gasping at his bites and pinches, I take in his words.

With downcast eyes I answer...

Yes Jean Claude, I am yours, I have been from the moment we met. I will do anything you say, without hesitation. I never knew what it ment to be a woman, but now I do. I am yours totally and I will find my pleasure in supplying pleasure to you.

Do with me as you will, teach me how to pleasure you.

Please...

The last word lingers in the still morning air. Out of the corner of her eye she sees a tiny moment. The bedroom door has been partly open this whole time, and she sees the grey dress uniform of one of the household domestics turn from the tiny opening.

I wonder, which of the girls it was watching us... she thinks.

Not wanting him to notice her attention has drawn away from him momentarily, she continues to roll her hips, while licking her full red lips.

Will you teach me more now Jean Claude?

 

[Jess_a_belle]

an image of Jehanne

...

 

[cgraven]

Yes Jean Claude, I am yours, I have been from the moment we met. I will do anything you say, without hesitation. I never knew what it ment to be a woman, but now I do. I am yours totally and I will find my pleasure in supplying pleasure to you.

Do with me as you will, teach me how to pleasure you.

Please...

Her words come halting, breathlessly at first, slowly her voice takes on more conviction as her will, as her body before surrenders to me.

There is a rustle at the door and Marie smiles I see here lick her lips at the sight of his Mistress bound , naked and delectable I smile knowing Marie turn at the young mistress will come.


The tip of her pink little tongue, runs across her full, ripe moist lips. I slip her bounds massage her wrist and ankles. I stand then towering over.

“On you your knees Jehanne and I will show you how to please me!!!”