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 on bleached out skin like yours," he told her, "but I can feel it. Let me wash you, okay?"
She could not help laughing when he spoke of the dirt, invisible on her skin, because of the way he rolled his eyes. What could she do but nod and relax as his gentle hands palmed the fragrant soap over her softly gleaming white shoulders and then down the swells of her widely spaced, upturned tits. As he reached the tips, the rosy nipples contracted and sprang out hard and tight into his hands. It was odd how relaxed and safe she felt! She had never felt this at ease with her own husband! Could she still be feeling the scotch? She was not aware of any lingering effects.
Suddenly he lowered his lips to her swollen pink nipples, sucking on one first, then the other while his black hands smoothed the cake of soap down her belly then around back and up her spine toward her shoulders and the swan white skin of her neck. She was smooth as a baby, he thought, her skin rippling softly under his attention, her eyes closed now with the warmth and contentment his paternal ministrations elicited from her. It had gone easily, more easily than he expected.
"Here," she said at last, taking the soap from his hand, "let me do you, too." Deftly she ran her soapy hands through his curling chest hairs, over his dark little nipples. Everything about him seemed so very black and thick. She found it incredibly exciting to run her fingers through his hair with its little kinks, over his broad chest and then down the trail of fine hairs to the tangled pubic tufts under the water that framed his fleshy cock dangling limply between his crossed legs. She was surprised by the limpness of his prick and… humbled!
He sensed her disappointment. "Mmmmmmm, that feels very good," he told her as her hands faltered, exploring the delicate crevices under the thick blanket of pubic hairs. Her caressing renewed and the limp cock began to stir, rising slowly to life.
She giggled like a child. "Hey! What's that, the Loch Ness Monster?" she teased, gently soaping the elongating black shaft and probing ever so gently at the dangling testicles hidden beneath.
Captain Happy's brown eyes glazed over with desire for this white woman, this fragile white girl, and with his hands stroking the delicious curves of her soft young body, he reached over and kissed her passionately full on the mouth, pressing her head back against the edge of the tub. There was no doubt that she was returning his feelings, crazy though it seemed, probably as much so to her as it did to him. As he pulled back and brushed her long blond hair away from her flawlessly beautiful china face, he whispered to her: "Let's get out of here, Prudence. Come and dry off. There is a large bed!"
Prudence raised herself up out of the soapy water, her legs stiff with the rising lust growing between them, concentrating a fire deep within the soft blond triangle and coraline slit that throbbed crazdy with the need for the black rod of lust-engorged flesh now looming like a cannon out from the captain's loins. Slowly and sensually they toweled each other dry and then, with his blood-hardened prick still jutting out horizontaly from his lower belly, the Head of State brushed out his hostage's long blond hair until it shone with the brilliance of sunlight at noon. As he brushed, his massive black prick caressed against her nakedly rounded white asscheeks, and he could no longer postpone the agony of his desire.