The week following Eva's orgy with old man Richardson passed quickly and without further incident. She pondered the evening with a mixture of misgivings and exciting fantasy. They were a bizarre family, to say the least; John was a Victorian if ever one lived, and his old man was a lecher, and a hypocritical lecher at that, and Nina… God, what about Nina? She was knocked up higher than a kite, possibly by her own father, and out drinking and fucking with a young man who was not her husband.
The idea of Nina out fucking, bulging belly and all, sent tremors of lewd excitement racing down Eva's spine. She didn't know why, but it did.
Eva chain-smoked, lighting one cigarette from another, and finally went to the kitchen for her father's jug. A snort or two would calm her down, not get her drunk, heaven forbid. Tomorrow was her wedding day and a hangover was not in her plans, but just a nip to settle the nerves. She tipped up the bottle and drank it straight.
At her suggestion, her parents had gone to the movie. She wanted the evening alone to brood and cry and rant and rave like all pending brides do. She had the jitters and nagging doubts of pre-marriage and she wanted to wrestle with them alone. And God, was she alone; it was driving her mad. She took another slug from the jug and sat down in one of the stiff-backed kitchen chairs.
After her third jolt, she decided she felt better, calmer, more relaxed, and maybe even a bit tipsy. It was a good feeling.
The good feeling was interrupted by the insane jingling of the door bell. She got to her feet with remorse for her lost mood and stumbled through the house to the front door. She pulled the door open to a young man standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi, Eva!" Ted Baxter said.
She stared at him standing in the eerie glow of the little yellow bug light her father had installed. Her hand went to her mouth. "I thought you were away at school," she said.
"I'm home between quarters," the young man said. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"
"Go away. Leave me alone." Eva said.
"Aw, come on, don't be a sorehead. I just came over to congratulate you on getting married."
Eva looked at her old lover cryptically, her eyes not quite focusing like they should.
"I really shouldn't. I hate you, you know. Well, okay, but just for a few minutes."
She pushed the screen door open and let him step inside. They stood in awkward silence for a minute before she went on into the living room and sat on the couch. Her mind was in a jumble. She didn't want to see Ted now… or ever. He started to sit beside her.
"Not so close!" she shouted.
"Gee, baby, you're really edgy," he said, and sat on the other end of the couch.
Several minutes of silence passed before Ted took a bottle from his pocket. "I brought a little something to toast the bride," he said, and took a drink. He then held it out to Eva. "Your turn."
"You know I don't drink much," she snapped, hoping he hadn't smelled her breath.
"You must not be very proud of what you're doing, won't even toast your own marriage." He continued to hold the bottle at arm's length.
Eva took the bait, even though she suspected he just wanted to get her drunk and have his way with her. "Oh shit!" she spat, and grabbed the bottle. The toast turned into a long drink. She needed it; her nerves were shot again. It warmed immediately in her belly and she burped, her face turned red.
Ted laughed. "Good stuff, huh? That was for good luck. Now let's have one in honor of Eva's wedding night," he said, and took another nip.
"That's cute." Eva said, giggling foolishly, and reaching out for the bottle.
Ted slid halfway across the couch to hand it to her. The bottle went quickly to her lips.
The small talk started then, about old times, things that had happened since, the bottle going steadily back and forth. They both talked inanely, knowing what the other was really thinking.
Finally the last swallow in the bottle arrived and Ted held it up to her lips. Her head tilted back and she drained the bottle. Ted was sitting very close to her now, and he had his arm tight around her shoulders. Eva was drunk, and she knew she was drunk, and she liked his arm around her. What harm could there be in that? They had been lovers once.
Ted dropped the empty bottle to the floor and kissed her, kissed her hard on the lips. Eva told herself that it meant nothing and let him kiss her again. Somehow, she couldn't imagine how, her arms went around him and her mouth was open receiving his tongue. She suckled hungrily on the meaty thing, a feeling of wetness creeping between her legs as if she needed to piss and couldn't quite hold it all.
"You mustn't, Ted, you mustn't, you mustn't," she moaned softly when she felt his hand cupping her sweating breasts through her blouse.
"God, honey, I love you, I really do. I don't want you marrying someone else," he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.
Eva grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "No, Ted, no," she cried, taking his hand and laying it at her crotch outside her skirt. "Maybe outside my clothes, but that's the limit."
Ted felt her heavy tits with one hand and groped futilely at her cunt through her skirt. "Come on, honey. I love you so much. Let's do it for old times' sake."
Eva knew it was bullshit. He didn't love her. He just wanted an easy piece of ass. "No!" she said firmly.
They continued kissing. Ted's hand was back under her blouse and he felt her mid section and then her tits, which hung loose and free under her blouse. He cupped the swelling globes and she wished she had a bra on. It excited her too much the way he fondled her bare tit and rolled the nipple into a peak of hardness. His other hand felt the wet crotch of her panties. She wondered how he'd sneaked under her skirt again. She opened her legs a little and let him feel, her own hand playing lightly over the hard lump in his trousers.
"Come on, honey, let's ball. I need you so bad, I'm starting to hurt." Ted pleaded.
"No! Goddamn you, I said no!" Eva cried, jerking her hand off his erection.
"Christ, honey, at least take it out and jack me off. I'm starting to get the stone aches, and you know what they do to a guy. It ain't going to hurt your fucking fiance any for you to do that."
Eva bit at her lip until it hurt. She wanted very much to feel his prick in her hand and maybe make it squirt its gooey jizz, up into the air. Besides, what Ted had said was true. It wouldn't hurt John any if all she did was hold it in her hand and play with it a little. It wasn't like she had never felt his cock before. She had jacked him off many, many times, and loved it.
She slowly pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for an instant, and then slid her hand inside. His cock came out long, and hard, just the way she remembered it. She started pumping up and down, the angry head bulging redly just above her fist.
Eva's hand moved faster, and she wondered if she could go fast enough to make it squirt up to her face. She blushed, thinking if she leaned her head a little, the monster might spit right against her lips, and if she opened her mouth…
Eva thrilled to her lewd thoughts, thrilled to the feel of his wonderful throbbing cock in her hand again. It was so hot and so hard and so alive. She loved it. She knew she didn't love Ted anymore, but she loved his prick, and the thought crossed her mind that maybe she could love any man's prick.
Her legs had spread wider as she masturbated him, and his hand had crept under her panties and was fondling her cunt, two of his fingers slowly moving in and out between the wet, puffy lips. Her cunt was on fire and she squirmed against his fingers, the rising sensation almost blurring her obligation to John. Almost.
Ted could tell she was hot and wanted to fuck, but she still refused to let him screw her. Ted knew what would change her mind; it had worked when all else had failed that first time she spread her legs and let him fuck her, and it had worked every time she was reluctant for a whole summer – go down on her and she would flip.
It felt so good with her hand on his cock that he hated to stop her, but he didn't want to come in her hand. He wanted to come in her cunt and wanted to prove to himself that he could fuck her any time he wanted to, even now that she was engaged. He wanted her to get married so he could prove he was right and fuck her then, too.
She squealed with disapproval when he jerked from her, pulling his throbbing flesh from her grasp. She felt giddy and light-headed and completely out of control of the situation when he quickly pushed her legs apart and dropped to his knees, his lips going to the soft, tender flesh of her thigh. She moaned in protest, her legs opening wider, as he kissed upwards.
"Oh, Jesus, Teddy, don't do that… it feels so good! I love it so much!" she cried when, his mouth met the soggy crotch of her panties.
She begged him to stop what he was doing and lifted her ass up so he could skin her panties down. Her legs closed to let them go over her knees and down her thighs, and sprung back open the instant they cleared her feet. She grasped his head and pulled him back between her legs. He pulled back to her knees, raining wet kisses on the inside of her thighs, his upward climb agonizingly slow.
"You bastard, you dirty bastard," she groaned, "kiss me there, way up high… suck me, suck me off!"
When he got to her succulent pussy, he lingered, kissing and tonguing the little hollows and grooves that were laden with perspiration and the slick juices from her cunt. He went from one leg to the other, tasting of her delicious flow.
"Eat me… eat me, Ted! I'll do anything you want if you make me come!" she screamed.
Ted lifted his head. "Anything?" he said.
"Anything," she cried, pushing his head back into her crotch.
He parted the wet hair with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the deep cleft between her cuntlips, swabbing the length and then back again and finally curling it into her juicy cunt hole.
"Oh, Ted… Ted, it feels so good! Don't ever stop!" She hunched against his mouth each time his tongue probed in, her hands holding his head firmly in place. "I've missed this, honey, I really have. I didn't realize how much I need you."
Ted slid his tongue up to her clit. His mouth was getting tired and he wanted to get her off. She squealed and moaned, her breath coming in deep sobbing gasps as his coarse tongue moved back and forth across her sensitive button. She grunted like an animal and went stiff when her sensations peaked and sent the sexual thrill deep in her gut. It rocketed to her alcohol-fogged brain and she slipped into semi-consciousness and imagined she was in heaven. To be drunk and feeling good all over and then to come, to orgasm, to get your gun like you never got it before was heaven, she decided. It must be one long drunken sexual orgy; to stay potted all the time while getting sucked or fucked or some such thing. God, that had to be heaven.
Ted knew she had had a good one and stood up, his cock jutting straight out of his pants. "Okay, baby, and now for that anything you promised," he said.
Eva came down off her climax slowly, her eyes glassy and a stupid, satisfied grin on her lips. "Oh, Teddy darling, that was wonderful. You made me come so hard," she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on his rearing prong. "As a reward, I'll do something you always wanted me to do, but I never would."
She placed her hands on his hips and her head moved forward, her precious lips opening in a perfect oval. His throbbing cock slid easily into her mouth. It was only her second time, and it thrilled her more than she thought it would, even though she had imagined it happening again ever since the old man. It felt all spongy and alive and hot and she took it deeper.
"Oh Christ!" Ted groaned, "You never would do this before." He had really wanted to fuck her, but this was too good, and he decided to hold her in place and shoot his cum all the way to her stomach. She had his cock all the way in her mouth, the head shoved deep into the confines of her throat and he knew he would be quick in coming.
Eva thought she would gag with him in so deep, but she didn't. It was too thrilling, too exciting. He was fucking her throat like it was her cunt, and she thought she might come again. And then she felt him stiffen and ram deeper. She wanted to pull away – he was coming! She let him hold her tight to his groin until his coarse pubic hair was plastered against her face. She wanted his jizz in her mouth and down her throat.
The throbbing prick exploded and a huge gob of wet, slick cum invaded her throat. More poured out as he fucked her face until his cock backed up into her mouth. It was hot-tasting and salty. She swallowed the jism and sucked for more until the last, long string oozed down her throat.
When he pulled his fat cock from her throat, she came again, not violently like when he sucked her, but a slow, satisfying come like she had never before experienced.
Ted stood gasping, his cock leaking onto her bare breasts. "You never did that before, baby. Goddamn, that was good!"
"Do you want to fuck me now?" Eva said softly, wanting him to fuck her now.
"What with?" he giggled. "This piece of spaghetti?" His cock was hanging like an old inner tube.
The sound of footsteps on the porch sent Eva to her feet. "My God, Ted, it's Mom and Dad home from the movies."
Ted stuffed himself in and fumbled hastily at the zipper on his pants.
"Ted, they can't find you in here with me alone. It won't look right, and you know my dad."
"Indeed I do." Ted cried. He had gotten more than one ass chewing from her old man just for bringing her home a little late. He was wild man when he was mad. "I better get out the back door."
"They'll see you in the hall. Quick, into my bedroom. We'll turn the lights out and they'll think I'm asleep. You can slip out after they go to bed."
Ted dashed for her room. Eva followed, then stopped, went back and grabbed her panties from the floor, also the half-empty jug from the couch. She heard her father's voice in the hall. Her heart pounded wildly when at last she pushed the door to her room closed behind her.
Ted lay down on the floor on the far side of the bed, his heart beating a tattoo against his chest. Her sonofabitchin' old man would kill him if he found him in here.
Eva crossed the room quietly and crawled onto her bed and under the covers.
They heard quiet talking for a while, and then a soft rap on the door.
The door opened and her father looked in. "She's sound asleep," he said, and closed the door.
A gasp of relief dribbled wetly from Ted's trembling lips. With effort he calmed his shaking body and finally lay quietly in the darkness.
Eva's hand crept over the edge of the bed and found his face.
"Come up in bed with me," she said.
"Are you out of your mind?" Ted hissed.
"He won't come back," she reassured him. "It's more comfortable up here with me."
Ted lay still for several minutes listening to her heavy breathing and finally got to his knees. His hands searched for her under the covers. They found her. She was naked, and she was playing with herself. She felt his hand on her belly and reached up and pulled it into her hairy crotch.
"Fuck me, Ted," she said softly, nuzzling his fingers into her cunt.
"Are you kidding?" he said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get it up again, besides, I'm getting the hell out of here."
"You'd better wait a little while to be sure they're asleep. Come on up here with me."
He reluctantly got up and crawled under the covers, clothes, shoes and all. Her hand went immediately to his fly and unzipped. He was soft and limp, even in her warm, moving hand.
"Ouch! You got the hair caught in the Goddamn zipper," he cried, pulling away from her.
"You talk a little different, now that you've had your way."
"You pulled it all out of me, baby."
"I sure did, didn't I?" she said proudly. "Kiss me."
"Not after what you did."
Eva sat bolt upright. "After what I did?" she cried.
"You sucked me off, kid. You're a cocksucker."
"You dirty bastard. You said you'd never call me that when you used to beg me to do it to you."
"Well, you sucked my cock. Didn't you?"
"Yes, but…"
"Then you're a cocksucker. Plain and simple."
"You rotten son-of-a-bitch," she cried, her voice getting shrill and loud.
"Shut up or you'll get your old man in here."
"Like hell I'll shut up…"
He pulled her back down and kissed her, anything to close her yapping mouth. She relaxed immediately, her bare leg going over his hip. He felt a stirring in his loins.
"I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm too young to die," he said, struggling out of her grasp and onto his feet.
He eluded her lunge and went around the bed and gently opened the door. It looked clear so he tiptoed down the hall to the front door. It opened quietly and he was outside before he realized she was right behind him. She followed him across the porch and down the steps, where he finally stopped and turned.
"Christ, Eva, get back in the house. You're bare ass naked!"
She threw her arms around his neck. "Don't leave me now, Teddy. I need a fuck!" she cried.
"Get away from me, you nutty broad. You're drunk and all screwed up." He struggled to get away from her, but she clung to his neck. They were almost to the street when he finally went down in the grass, flat on his back with Eva on top of him.
"Now I've got you, Ted Baxter, and I'm going to fuck you," she said, her hand tearing at his fly.
It was a bright, clear moonlit night with the crisp coldness of winter nearing. She looked like a sex Goddess bathed in the pale yellow moonlight.
Ted looked at her heavy tits and then down at his crotch where his cock was rising from his open fly. It was hard as a iron bar.
"Okay, baby, fuck me," he said, "Fuck me right out here in the street where all your neighbors can watch."
She groaned, pointing his prick toward her cunt, and slowly let her weight down on him. His cock sunk to the hilt in her wet cunt. She lay across him and started humping, lifting up until he was almost out and then back down to engulf his cock all the way.
"God, Ted, it's so good, just like old times. Let's go all the way, even if I'm not on the pill now. Fill me up with your spunk and make me a baby. God, make me a baby! Shove it into me, Ted… fuck me, fuck me, knock me up you bastard! It feels so damn good, honey!"
Ted agreed, it did feel damn good. Her cunt seemed to open and close around his cock without ever letting go. "Are you really going to marry this John guy? He's a jerk." Ted said.
Eva wished for a minute that she had his cock in her mouth so she could bite it for saying such an ugly thing. "Yes," she moaned, "yes, he's my true love." She increased her speed, feeling her orgasm near, her whole body tingling at the expectation.
"You don't have a true love, unless it's a hard cock, any hard cock. You're a little slut, Eva, a cock-hungry slut and you'll never be faithful to him." Ted said, feeling the jolt nearing in his own balls.
He's just trying to hurt me because I'm marrying someone else, she thought, his cock filling her with a thrilling excitement. And I will be faithful to my husband, I know I will. Ted is just jealous.
"Stop for a minute, Ted. I don't want you to come yet," she said, lying perfectly still. "Let's roll over so you'll be on top. I want you to be fucking me hard when you come, and I want it all inside me."
They rolled over, the cold grass sending chills up her spine. "Fuck me hard, honey, it's the last time for us," she said, throwing her legs up around him.
"Last time, my ass." Ted growled, ramming roughly into her. "I'll bet that the first time I see you after your marriage you'll open your legs to me."
"You'll lose, Ted. I won't ever cheat once I'm married," she said, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. "What do you want to bet?"
"I'll bet… I'll bet a good cunt-lapping against a first class blow-job like you gave me earlier."
"You bastard, you can't lose a bet like that," she giggled, "But you're on, it's a bet. Oooooh, honey, fuck me… faster, I'm about to come!"
The thought of Ted mouthing her cunt after she was married was bringing her off, even though she knew she would never let him do such a thing. And she imagined she could still taste his stringy cum in her mouth and what it would taste like if she lost her bet, which she wouldn't, and started coming. She jerked wildly, little grunts of pleasure slipping from her lips as the heavenly feeling that she needed so much now tore into her quivering belly.
Ted felt her cunt tighten around his prick and started coming, his jizz splashing into her cunt. Eva felt the wet stuff filling her and came again.
"Oh, Ted, that was wonderful. I love you, darling," she moaned, still hunching against him.
Ted jerked out. "Sure you do, baby. Like so much shit," he sneered. "You love my hard cock, that's what you love." He got to his feet and tucked himself away, carefully zipping up his pants.
"Next time I'm in town, I'll drop by when your husband is gone and fuck you again… for old times' sake. And if I feel up to it afterwards I'll collect my bet." He walked down the street to where his car was parked and drove away.
Eva lay on the damp grass for several minutes before she felt the icy cold against her bare backside. She got to her feet and went back into the house.
In the safety of her room, she started to cry, deciding that Ted was a real bastard, a first class son-of-a-bitch. He had used her, used her for his own male gratification. She was an innocent pawn, raped and defiled, unfit to enter her marriage dressed in white.
She found the half-empty jug and lay down on her bed and took a long drink. It was hot and raw, burning all the way down; she took another. Too much whiskey did strange things to her. Her mind seemed disjointed and fuzzy, unable to separate the real from the fantasy. She opened her legs and nudged the thick lip of the whiskey bottle into her cunt. She hunched eagerly against the cold, glass, prick-like thing and wondered what John was doing, certain that he hadn't spent the evening like she had.
The bottle came from her cunt to her mouth and she took another long pull on its contents. She found her pussy again and pushed the long glass cock back into her cunt.
"Oh, honey, that's nice… feels so good," she moaned. Deeper and deeper it went.
The tears came back to her eyes and she wondered why a nice boy like Ted Baxter would force his way into her parents' home and rape her on the eve of her wedding, rape her like a wild beast, force her against her will to behave like a wanton slut.
Her hand was moving rapidly now, the bottle deep in her hairy cunt. "Oh, Teddy, darling, that feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… never stop… make me come!" she cried.
Her orgasm started hard and ended hard, sending her body into a spasm of pleasure. "Oh, Goddamn, I love that feeling!" she screamed, the last of the whiskey draining from the bottle into her soggy cunt.