Eva Goodwin was the talk of the town. Though not from a poor family, she was definitely not of the social register, and to land John Richardson was a fantastic stroke of luck. John, at twenty-nine, was a junior partner in his father's prestigious law firm. They were wealthy upper crust people, not usually given to mingling with common folk, yet Eva's marriage to this man of substance was now less than two weeks away.
Eva steered her car into half a parking space in front of Janice's house. Janice was her best friend and Eva knew that when the girl called and asked her to drop by her house, that it was for a surprise bridal shower. On the way to the door, she practiced her best actress's face, knowing there was no way she could feign surprise.
The surprise that Eva was so sure she could never carry off was there, nonetheless, written all over her beautiful young face. It came from the sight of her future sister-in-law, because her presence at a gathering of the common people was a shock, but her condition was an even greater shock. No one in their right mind would ever expect to see Nina Richardson Price in this condition. She was pregnant. God, was she pregnant; she looked like she had a basketball under her dress.
The last time Eva had seen Nina was almost six months ago, the night she had been invited to John's parents' house to break the news of their engagement. She had looked so tall and slim and athletic that night, and now she looked so… so like she had swallowed a balloon. She was still beautiful, though, probably even more so, Eva grudgingly admitted.
Nina Richardson Price – she had insisted on retaining the Richardson – was two years younger than her brother, and very protective of him. She was a beautiful woman; tall, brunette, and very athletic-looking. And she was very athletic, an excellent tennis player, horserider, scratch golfer. Also rich. She had married Mosely Price III when she was twenty, a man twelve years older, also a lawyer and descendant of a wealthy legal family. He was a big man, not handsome, but quite sensual-looking.
Eva had been around Nina only half a dozen times, and wasn't yet sure how to take the woman. She was sure that Nina didn't like her. She had met Mosely only once, at the family dinner, and was sure that he did like her. He had literally devoured her with his eyes. Eva suspected that he was a lewd man.
"It's a pleasant surprise to see you, Nina." Eva said, almost sputtering. "I didn't know…"
"That I was pregnant." Nina finished for her. "Well, it's rather obvious that I'm knocked up higher than a kite," she added crudely.
Eva almost shivered from the cold waves. Nina was as rude and aloof as always. Eva decided she didn't like her. Being an expectant mother hadn't warmed her up a bit. She wondered why they had waited seven years.
The shower lasted almost two hours with Eva receiving the usual booty of a bride-to-be. They were all Eva's friends with the exception of Nina, who spent the evening sitting in an easy chair chain-smoking and drinking Janice's father's Scotch. She was obviously bored.
"I was sure surprised to see Nina here. How did you happen to invite her?" Eva whispered to Janice.
"Since she is John's only sister, I thought it the proper thing to do." Janice said with a shrug.
"I'll bet you were surprised when she accepted."
"Was I ever. If I'd have thought for a minute she'd come, I wouldn't have invited her."
Just before the party ended, Janice poured small brandy glasses full of whiskey and all but Nina toasted the bride. As Eva was about to leave, Nina called her aside.
"Daddy is having a little pre-wedding party and asked me to tell you to drop by. It will just be some of 'our' friends. You don't have to come if you're tired."
"I'm not tired. I'd love to come." Eva said.
Eva could see the anguish on Nina's face. "Do you have a way," she said coolly.
"Yes, I have my car. Do you need a lift?"
"No. Someone is picking me up."
"Your husband? It's been ages since I saw him."
"No, a friend. Mosely is working tonight," she said.
The doorbell rang and Eva saw a tall, very handsome young man step inside. He looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five.
"It's my ride." Nina said, and went to the door and took the man's arm.
Janice's eyebrows went up as she looked at Eva. "I'll bet he's younger than she is," she whispered to her friend.
"No doubt." Eva said, stifling a giggle. "Look how she walks. Graceful Nina waddling like a duck." Both girls laughed. "I have to get, Janice. I'll see you tomorrow and gather up the loot. And thanks for the swell party."
As Eva started to open her car door, she noticed the couple two cars up the street. It was Nina and her "ride" and they were kissing. She could see them plainly in the pale moonlight; the man had his hands around her ass, and he was pulling her bulging tummy tightly to him. Eva covered her mouth to keep from making any sound. She saw them get into the car and kiss again. The man hadn't pulled the door completely shut and the dome light bathed them for all to see. They necked for several minutes and then drove off.
Eva got into her car, shaking with excitement. "The slut, the shameless slut." Eva said, yet the thought of a married woman, and pregnant at that, making love with a man other than her husband excited her terribly. She wondered how far Nina would go with the man, not imagining for a minute that it would go beyond a few innocent kisses. "Surely she wouldn't let him fuck her, not in that condition," she said to her car. The goose bumps rose up on the insides of her thighs. It had been a long time since she'd had goose bumps on the insides of her thighs; John didn't believe in any pre-marital foolishness. Good breeding ruled such nonsense out.
She was still tingling when she pulled into the long circular drive leading to the Richardson mansion, and it was indeed a mansion. The butler met her at the door and led her down a long hall to a three-steps-down, low-slung game room. It was a paneled room, complete with billiard table, trophies on the wall, and a fireplace with logs ablazing. Joseph Richardson, John's father, saw her at the door and jumped up and came over and took her hand.
"Eva, darling!" he exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you. Come in and I'll introduce you around."
Joseph Richardson was not a large man, yet exuded the impression of towering strength. At sixty-four he was energetic and had a full head of hair, all of it white. In his part of the state, he was a power to be reckoned with in business and politics, both church and state.
"Where is John?" Eva asked demurely.
Joseph slipped his arm around her slim waist. "He's working. We have a brief that must be ready in the morning, and he is low man on the totem pole." He held her tighter and flicked a quick wink. "He'll be along later, but let's sit on the divan. I'll get you a highball."
Eva could tell that her future father-in-law had been at the highballs himself, and she was surprised. He was an active elder in the city's largest church, and had always acted so pious in the past, yet here he was almost drunk.
Four other couples were there and she was dutifully introduced to each and every one of the rich snobs. She wanted John there and wanted to pout, but her boozed-up host wouldn't allow it. He plied her with drinks until she felt giddy and no longer out of place. By midnight, everyone was drunk, and she no longer noticed when the old man hugged her tight after a ribald story or kissed her on the cheek or patted her gently on her leg.
"I just realized, that Nina isn't here." Eva said to the old man. "Where in the world can she be? She left the shower ahead of me."
"She called and said she would be detained. She'll be along presently." Joseph said.
"I'll bet she was detained… and how." Eva said, and broke into a series of foolish giggles.
"You're getting silly, my dear," he said, and kissed her, this time full on the lips.
Eva stopped giggling and sat up straight. It unnerved her for the old man to kiss her like that. She didn't know whether to scream or kiss him back. She did neither.
He jumped gingerly to his feet and took her hand. "Come with me, Eva. I have something to show you."
He guided her down the long hall, his arm once again around her waist, his nervous hand resting just below her breast. They passed through a heavy, carved doorway into what appeared to be a plush office.
"This is my office away from the office," he said, pushing the door closed behind them. "This is where I make all my money. I don't show everyone this room. See that lion's head over there? I shot him myself." Actually his guide had shot the lion while he was sleeping off a bender in his tent, but it made a good story.
"My, you must be very brave." Eva exclaimed.
"Yes, very brave," he said, and sat down in a huge stuffed chair. "Very brave, indeed." He still held Eva by the hand and pulled her down onto his lap, then kissed her on the mouth. She wanted to protest, but his tongue was in her mouth.
Eva knew the old man was way out of line, but was afraid to make waves; he was a powerful influence in John's life and she feared repercussions either way she went. She felt nothing when he kissed her, and decided to let him have his way. Besides, he was drunk and couldn't be completely responsible. She was drunk, too, and kissed him back.
"You'll make an excellent addition to this stuffy old clan. Put a little youth and class in the old place. You're a mighty beautiful young girl, Eva." Joseph said.
She was sorely touched by his compliment, and said nothing when she felt his hand slide to mid-thigh under her skirt. Her head was spinning from all the booze and she felt excited, a feeling she knew she had to fight.
His hand stopped a few inches from her crotch, and when she made no effort to push his hand away, he moved on up to the edge of her panties. He was glad she wasn't wearing panty hose; warm, soft flesh was so much nicer, especially when it was so young and tender.
Eva trembled as his fingers neared her cunt and she involuntarily opened her thighs.
His hand moved to her crotch and he gently cupped her cunt, watching her face all the while. The light was dim, but he could see that she looked pale and was biting at her lower lip, yet she made no effort to get away. He kissed her again then, and was amazed at the frenzy of her mouth. She grunted into his mouth and hunched against his palm. Joseph was surprised at the ease of the whole thing. She had seemed so shy and prim when she was with John. But it was obvious now – get a few drinks in her and turn her on and she was a push over, an easy lay. Yes indeed, a quick fuck for an old man who lusted for tight young cunts. His son's young wife would add much to his reclining years.
He took his hand from her cunt and with both hands grasped the bottom of her sweater. She instinctively raised both her arms to let him pull the fuzzy garment up and over her head. She looked maddeningly-erotic with her blonde hair rumpled and her bulging tits trying to squeeze out of a tiny bra that did little more than cover her nipples. He jerked the loops off her shoulders and pulled the bra down to her waist without unhooking it.
"Lovely, lovely," he gasped and dropped his face into the hills of soft flesh. Her nipples rose large and hard inside his mouth, first one and then the other.
While he suckled on her tits, his hand opened the side of her skirt. "Stand up," he said, raising his face from her tits.
Without a word she got to her feet, and he quickly pulled her skirt down her legs. Her panties were nothing more than a silken strand around her hips holding up a tiny patch of sheer nylon that barely covered her pouty cuntlips. The hair was abundant, especially so for a blonde, and stuck out in profusion around the edges. The filmy garment plainly revealed that her bush was darker than the locks on her head, but grew blonder as it crept up her belly in a thinning line toward her navel.
He gasped at her loveliness and reached out, one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding between her legs. She stood motionless while he caressed the nylon tightly into her groove. He quickly tired of this and yanked the panties down her thighs. She let them fall to her feet and stepped free.
Eva felt a thrill as the old man's eyes devoured her naked body. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it when Ted had looked at her, and revelled in the excitement now. She was drunk and excited and knew her resistance was only a blur somewhere in her subconscious. Her hands went to her hips and her legs opened in a brazen display of exhibitionism. She hoped he would come out of his chair and bury his face in her cunt because she remembered now how much she had loved it when Ted went down on her.
Instead, the old man opened his fly and took out his cock. It was Eva's turn to gasp – his cock was huge, completely out of proportion for a small man, and it was rock-hard, the thick foreskin already rolled a third of the way off the angry red glans. The hole in the end gaped open and a clear ooze stood in a heavy bubble and then broke and slid down the groove on the underside.
"Straddle me," he said, "and take it in your hand."
She stepped up to the chair and put a knee on each side of his hips, raising herself to hover over his huge cock. Her tiny hand reached down and grasped it.
"Guide it to your hole." She lowered a little, nuzzling the slick prick into her thick, wet cuntlips. "Jesus Christ, ease down and let your cunt skin it back," he groaned.
His cock was much larger than Ted's had been, and she was afraid it would hurt, yet she did as he said. She was thrilled by its throbbing hardness, and sobbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the fat knob spread her open. The tip went into her cunt, and as her weight forced the massive cock into her pussy, she felt the lips of her cunt slowly peeling back the thick foreskin.
"Oh!" she cried out, not sure she could take it all. But still it went deeper until she felt his trousers with the fleshy part of her rump. It was in to the hilt. Still she hunched against him until she felt the cold zipper cut into her soft cuntlips. She grunted like a bitch in heat, her arms around his neck, and found his mouth, her hips rutting against him in an effort to get more. "It's good, it's good!" she moaned, "Don't come for a long, long time."
He felt the youthful tightness of her pussy and knew he couldn't last as long as she wanted – he knew he couldn't last at all when he felt the tightening in his groin. He prided himself in his lasting power, yet here he was, about to shoot off like a simple teen-ager. He wanted to tell her to stop all motion, but it felt too damn good. The cum rallied in his balls and a gusher of jizz spurted into her belly. He grunted and hunched wildly.
"Ooooh, you came too soon… I felt it," she cried.
"Just shut up and keep humping," he said.
If she kept him hard, kept fucking, the sick feeling in his belly would pass and he could make it again, he knew, he had done it before. She bounced against him; he stayed hard.
"Get off and lay down on the floor," he said.
She reluctantly pulled herself off and quickly spread out on the carpet. The old man stood and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees got between her legs. His hard cock went into her easily.
She moaned and flailed about beneath him. "I'm coming… it's so good… I'm coming! Fuck me you old bastard, fuck me!"
The old bastard pushed all the way in and fucked her. Her orgasm subsided and her legs went up around his back, her hips rotating slowly as his shaft plunged hungrily in and out.
"Where is John's mother?" Eva asked, knowing the moment she said it, that it was stupid.
"She's at her sister's. I didn't want her here tonight."
"You planned this, didn't you? You had Nina ask me over here tonight so you could fuck me."
They fucked slowly, easily, both enjoying the mounting excitement. "Yes," he said, "just so I could fuck you. You're a good fuck, Eva. Have many men had you?"
"Only one," she said.
"Was it John?"
His questions embarrassed her, still she hunched to his thrusts and grunted with pleasure, marveling at the delicious feeling his cock gave her. "No, it wasn't John. He doesn't believe in pre-marital sex," she said.
"He's a fool. I believe in pre-marital sex, especially between you and me. And I believe in post-marital sex between you and me."
"I do too… now." Eva said. She wished he would shut up and just fuck.
He liked talking with her while they fucked; it made it last longer, and added to the excitement. "You didn't want me to fuck you, did you?"
"Not before you did it… now I'm glad. I'm getting close again, speed up… I'm almost there, honey… make me come hard."
She felt the fantastic thrill of another come and wondered how she had held out so long, and more important, why? So Ted had jilted her – in a manner of speaking – he didn't have the only prick in the world. She was feeling one now, and it felt good, so very good.
"Oh, Goddamn! I'm coming again!" she screamed, and came for the third time.
Joseph Richardson felt the exquisite cunt muscles of his future daughter-in-law tighten around his cock and spurted his jizz into her belly again. The Richardson seed, he thought with satisfaction, as his balls emptied.
They got up from the floor and moved to the huge leather couch and she sat on his lap and held his limp prick tightly between her soft thighs while they necked. Eva finally slid off his lap and took his sagging cock into her hand. It felt soft and squishy and was still sticky from her cunt. It excited her to squeeze his flabby prick in her fist.
"Will you fuck me again?" she asked.
"If you can get it hard."
"Will it get hard if I jack you?"
"I doubt it now, but it will if you suck it."
She let go of his prick as if it were a snake. "Oh, no, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Well… I just can't. I never have."
"You'll never hold your man if you won't suck his cock," the old man said calmly.
She looked down at his prick; it had risen a little just from talking about it. She lowered her head and looked closer. "I just can't… I can't," she said softly, and then it was in her mouth.
The old man pushed against her face, his cock swelling inside her mouth. "Suck it easy, honey, make it good and hard."
Eva felt her stomach tumble and wanted to gag, but she repressed the sensation until it passed. It really didn't taste bad once she got the slime off and it felt so alive and pulsing there inside her mouth. She wasn't aware when her feelings changed, but she rather liked it all of a sudden, and it made the desire grow in her loins like nothing had before. She closed her eyes and imagined how it had looked when Ted's jizz had spurted up into the air, how milky it had looked, how slippery it had been on her fingers. She wondered now what it tasted like and started jacking him off while she sucked.
"Hold it, girl!" the old man cried, pushing her face away. She looked like a baby about to cry when his prick pulled free of her lips. "I want it in your belly where it belongs," he said.
The old man moved up onto the couch and stretched out on his back. "Get on top of me, fuck me, make me spill inside you again."
Eva obediently crawled on top of him, reached down between their bodies and found his cock. It was good and hard again, and she easily slid the fat prick inside her cunt. Her sense of loss faded as her cunt took him in.
"Oh, oh, oh," she gasped. "It's so big and it feels so good!"
She knew immediately that she would come and started moving faster and faster until only the thick head was in her cunt and bobbing wildly between her puffed-out pussylips. She clutched tightly to him, her orgasm tearing hungrily at her insides. And she didn't stop, but kept jerking wildly. "I'm coming!" she grunted, "I'm coming again!" And she came again.
She let her weight down against him, yet continued moving, and his cock pushed in deep. "Ahhhh, Jesus, that's good!" she moaned.
The old man lay still and let her do the work. Her young pussy was so tight, so vibrant. It was exhilarating to feel her working so lustily on top of him, grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat. She was a hot little piece, all right, and would give him lots of good fucking in the years to come.
And then she was coming yet again. She sat upright on his crotch, slamming his hard cock into her cunt, and bounced against him like a creature gone mad. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure.
When Joseph came, he was in so deep he swore she could taste it. His cum spurted into her for the third time and she fell limp on top of him, sobbing softly.
He showed her the bathroom where she dressed and freshened up as best she could. Her golden hair was wet with perspiration so she pulled it back into a pony tail. When she stepped from the toilet, the old man was dressed and looked as spry as ever. She thought she had probably fucked him out, but it was the other way around; she felt strung out, and the guilt of what she had done was inside her. How could she face John after wildly fucking his father? It frightened her to think how wanton she had been, how completely she had lost all self control. It must never happen again.
They walked down the hall to the den, the old man's step bouncy and light. Eva felt like her legs were filled with lead. The party had broken up in their absence and everyone had gone. Eva blushed at the thought that they all knew the old man's habits, knew that he was in another room balling his son's fiance. She decided the upper crust of society was composed of depraved people, not the cream.
Then she noticed that Nina had returned. The young society matron was sprawled awkwardly in a chair in the corner, obviously dead drunk. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back.
"Ah, you're back, Nina," the old man said, as they stepped into the dimly lit room. "Can I mix you a cocktail?"
Nina roused for a moment, her bleary eyes half-open. "Where's Mosely? Where's Goddamn husband?"
"Mose called before you returned, said he would be detained quite late. You can spend the night here and he'll pick you up in the morning," her father said.
"Dirty sombitch, fuckin' bastard," she mumbled, and passed out again.
Eva and Joseph approached the girl. "She's a good girl, drinks a spot too much from time to time, but a good girl." Joseph said of his daughter. He reached down and patted her bulging tummy. "A little Richardson in there. A Richardson to the core." He looked at Eva and gave her a knowing wink. "All Richardson," he said.
Eva blanched at the inference. Could he possibly mean… could her own father… no, it was out of the question.
Eva looked at the lovely young woman. Her long, slim legs were bare, now devoid of the panty hose she had worn at the shower. Her skirt was bunched up high on her thighs, revealing the whiteness of her fine skin almost to her crotch.
Her father took the hem of her skirt in his hand and lifted it up, displaying her naked cunt. It was covered with a fine, light brown hair that formed a perfect triangle as it crept up her fat belly. "She's a splendid-looking young woman, isn't she?" he said proudly.
Eva gasped at the man's unnatural audacity. "Yes, she's beautiful," she said, almost breathless at the sight.
He lifted the skirt higher. Her stomach rose bulging and majestic from her hairy pussy. She moaned softly and her legs spread wide, opening her wet and inviting pussylips.
"Need 'nother fuckin' dring," she mumbled.
The old man dropped her skirt and went to the bar. He returned with a tall glass, something she certainly did not need. He held the glass to her lips. Her mouth opened and she gulped convulsively at its contents. He reached down and lifted her skirt again and let his hand slide into the furry nest between her legs. She swallowed hungrily as he tipped the glass and moaned and rolled her hips gently while his fingers nuzzled at her gaping cunt.
Eva stood rooted to the spot, her mind trying to disbelieve what her eyes were seeing. Her cunt, raw and sore from the old man's ravage, started to tingle. The sight was obscene beyond imagination and made her hot all over again.
Joseph had two fingers in his daughter's cunt and was slowly finger-fucking her. She hunched lewdly against his hand, little gasps and moans escaping her lips between swallows.
"Good, Daddy, so good… make me come," she cooed.
Eva closed her eyes. The sight of the pregnant woman hunching against her own father's hand was almost too much, still it turned her on like she would never have believed. She wanted desperately to reach under her own skirt and play with herself, but her clit was so tender now and she knew it would just make it hurt more tomorrow and controlled her urges.
Nina came with a scream of divine pleasure and knocked the glass from her father's hand. "I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm so horny all the time now," she cried.
At the sound of the front door opening, the old man jerked his hand from her cunt and pulled down her dress. He bent down and picked up the glass and went to the bar in the corner of the room.
John Richardson stepped into the room. "Father, Eva!" he said, looking perplexed. "What are you doing here, Eva?"
"Your father invited… a party… I thought you," she stammered.
"I thought you had a shower tonight." John said.
"I did. I dropped over afterwards." John shrugged. Then he saw his sister. "What in the hell!" he shouted.
"She came home drunk." Joseph said.
"Where is her confounded husband?"
"He's working. He'll pick her up in the morning."
"Well, for God's sake, rouse the maid, get her in bed." John shouted. He looked again at his precious sister. "No, better not. She looks like a whore sprawled out in that chair. You put her to bed, Father."
Eva watched with horror at the confrontation between the two prominent men in her life, the father more in her life than she had ever imagined possible. And to her surprise, the old man went meekly to his daughter and tried to rouse her. She had never seen Joseph Richardson meek before.
"Drunk in her condition." John snorted with disgust. He watched his father try to get Nina to her feet. "Here, I'll do it," he said curtly, and went her the limp girl and lifted her from the chair.
Holding his sister in his arms, he turned to Eva. "You wait here. I'll put her to bed and then drive you home. You look terrible, Eva. You should be more careful of your appearance."
"I have my car. I can drive home." Eva said.
"I said I'll drive you home. You can get your stupid car tomorrow." He stomped from the room, carefully cradling Nina in his arms.
Eva watched him leave, shrugged her shoulders and sat down.
"The boy can be a real bearcat when he wants to," the old man said. He grinned at Eva and rubbed his crotch. It bulged obscenely.