The wedding was small but lavish, a good deal more expensive than Art Goodwin could afford, but he only had one daughter to give and she was marrying a rich man. He had his pride.
The bride was beautiful, and she wore a gown cut low at the bodice and done in white lace. Her huge, innocent blue eyes proved her virginity; her sensuous, cherry-red lips told it was a lie. She was badly hungover, too, but that didn't show.
A select few attended the wedding, but the reception held at the Richardson mansion was a throng of sweating, talking bodies, most of them friends of the Richardsons. After all, John Richardson had finally taken a wife, a gorgeous young creature who was the picture of innocence and virginity. Of course, even pictures lie sometimes.
In the reception line, where Eva was well kissed, she wished her gown hadn't been so low cut. Her ample tits squeezed up into the scoop neckline as though both boobies wanted out, and the homage paid by most of the men and even some of the women seemed directed to the deep valley lying between the smooth hills. Later, on the dance floor, she wished it was cut even lower. The look in a man's eye that was kindled by a fat, smooth pair of tits turned her on, and she was realizing more and more that she liked to be turned on.
Eva fantasized about the men as they kissed her. The best man kissed her lightly on the cheek, yet she was sure he would be fan-fucking-tastic in bed. The pretty boy who had taken Nina home from the shower held her cheeks in his palms and kissed her hard on the mouth, but he was surely a phony gigolo, maybe even a queer. And then there was Mosely Price III, Nina's husband, a big, ugly brute of a man, yet excitingly masculine; he kissed her on the mouth, too, and had the audacity to use his tongue. She chided herself because it excited her. Yet the biggest surprise, was her newly acquired sister-in-law, Nina, who took Eva's hand and placed it on her swelling tummy and then kissed her on the lips, her tongue gliding softly softly out for an instant. "I think I like you, after all." Nina whispered.
When the line ended, her mother-in-law patted her on the cheek and her father-in-law held her soft hands and kissed her lightly on the opposite cheek. The dirty, hypocritical old goat, Eva thought, feeling his finger slide back and forth against her palm.
With the preliminaries out of the way, the champagne flowed. Several brimming glassfuls did wonders for Eva's hangover. It made her feel good, and sensual, and desirable, and she wished her bodice was even lower. She liked to be admired by male eyes.
There was a grand march, and then the first dance with her husband. He held her tightly and told her he loved her. She told him she loved him, too, and would make him a good wife. And then she danced with her father-in-law Joseph, who pinned a hundred-dollar bill to her snow white gown and kissed her, this time on the lips. After that, it was a mad whirl, a glass of champagne and a dance with another man and then another glass of bubbly. By the time Mosely Price III got his turn, her gown was covered with green bills. She smiled foolishly and her lipstick was badly smeared.
He pinned a five-hundred-dollar bill on the swell of her left breast, his fingers drifting momentarily onto the soft skin and into the deep cleft. "I've been saving this for you, honey, ever since I first saw you. And you're going to be worth every cent," he said, pulling her into his arms.
Eva was sure she knew what he meant and blushed, and then rejected the idea completely. As they danced she imagined she could feel his heavy cock against her thigh through the lace and many petticoats, and tried to reject that, too. But that was more difficult to reject, because she could feel his prick – it was long and it was hard, and it excited her.
For some strange reason, not even known to herself, she had worn no panties or underwear of any kind under her wedding gown and she felt the moisture from her twitching cunt wetting the insides of her thighs.
When the music stopped she curtsied low, and Mose Price looked flagrantly down the front of her gown. She looked wickedly into his eyes and without thinking, said, "Do you like what you see?"
"Very much," he replied, "only I want to see more, much more."
"Perhaps… another time, another place," she said carelessly.
Eva knew she was being foolish, but the champagne had made her feel so giddy, and besides, a little harmless flirting was a girl's right, even on her wedding day. He would know she was just teasing and meant nothing by it. She was a married woman now and off limits to all these drooling men. It did thrill her, though, to think that she could excite them so much.
And then it was time to go, time to change from her white gown and flee with her husband to consummate her marriage, a ritual that little Eva was more than ready for. Nina was to help her get ready, but Nina was nowhere to be found.
"She went up to lie down. The poor darling was exhausted from all the excitement – her condition, you know," a fat, matronly aunt told her, giving her a good imitation of a bear hug. "She said she will be in your room and just to rouse her. Would you like for me to come with you?"
"No, thank you. I'll find her." Eva said.
Eva raced up the circular stairway and down the long hall to the room where her trousseau was waiting. Nina wasn't there. Eva bit at her lower lip; where could Nina be? She knew she could never get ready in her condition, and then she heard the sounds from the adjoining room. The door was ajar. She stepped to the door and found Nina.
Nina wasn't lying down. She was on all fours. And she certainly wasn't exhausted, not yet at least. She was getting fucked… bare ass naked on all four getting fucked doggy-style.
The pretty young gigolo that Eva had thought might be gay, was also naked, and he was on his knees behind Nina, sawing his long, hard cock slowly in and out of her juicy cunt. He lunged in to the hilt and then pulled out until only the head was lodged, only to slowly push all the way in again. Nina moaned loudly each time he went in and then again when he pulled out. His cock was very long.
"My God." Eva mumbled softly, "his prick is so long. It… it must feel wonderful." She swallowed hard, a tingly lump of excitement forming in her belly, and she felt wet and sticky between her thighs. "Oh, my God," she said again.
The gigolo was slumped over her now, fucking hard, his arms around her, a fat drooping tit in each hand. Nina grunted and hunched back against his every thrust.
"Fuck me, Dougie, fuck me hard." Nina cried. "Make me come, honey, please make me come… I want to come so bad." She was rocking back and forth on her hands and knees like a wooden hobby horse in full tilt. "I love it so… I'm hot for it all the time now. The pregnanter I get, the hotter I get! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, make me come! Oh, sweet Jesus Christ, do it faster, faster… I'm getting close!"
Eva was so enthralled by the wild sight that she didn't hear Mose Price come up behind her. He reached around her from behind and cupped her breasts in his big hands.
"Wild, huh?" Mosely said, forcing two fingers into the front of her gown. "The most exciting thing in the world is to watch a beautiful woman in rut."
Eva couldn't turn, he held her too tightly, but she knew who it was. "She… she's your wife, and she's pregnant." Eva gasped.
"Yes." Mose said. His two fingers were caressing her nipple. It grew hard and hot.
She tried to jerk free and failed. "Mose, please let me go. John will be waiting. I have to get ready for my honeymoon."
"Your honeymoon has already started, honey." Mose said. He pushed her blonde locks to the side and pressed his mouth to her neck. Eva gasped, her round little ass going back against his groin.
Mose pushed the strap off one of her shoulders and forced the front of her gown over her breast. The scanty uplift bra offered little restraint and the soft globe popped free. The nipple stood out dark and hard.
"Mose, stop… stop. You'll tear my gown." Eva cried.
"Not if you stop struggling," he answered, one hand cupping her free tit, the other pushing the opposite strap off her shoulder.
She had stopped struggling the moment his big hand had cupped her breast.
He had both of her tits free now, her gown and bra pushed down to her waist, her hands pinned to her sides by the straps. He nuzzled at her neck and shoulder, both of his hands gently massaging her heaving breasts.
"You're so lovely, Eva. I've wanted you from the instant John brought you into this house. We've got to do it. I have to be the first of your married life."
Eva turned her head and Mose's lips met hers. It was awkward, yet a deep and satisfying kiss. She jerked her mouth free. "No, Mose, no! We mustn't," she cried, knowing her resistance was all but gone.
She tried to drown the consuming fire between her legs by looking into the next room. It didn't help; Nina was obviously coming. She was jerking wildly and crying out and the drool was running from her mouth.
"She's coming, Eva. Look at her! She loves it, and you will too." Mose whispered, hunching against her ass. "Look at that long-cocked bastard fuck her. Watch it, Eva. Watch him push that prick up her pussy until you're so hot you can't stand it to have yours empty."
"I can't stand it now," she blurted. Her hands, pinned to her sides, had inched backwards until both were on his thighs, and then she held his rigid cock through his trousers. It was massive, a long, thick gristle like she had never imagined. It was the biggest cock her hands had ever felt.
Mose released one of her tits and reached down and opened his pants. He got his cock out and let fall into her waiting hand. "Watch them, Eva. He's about to come, too," he said, the feel of her so hand marvelous as she pushed the thick foreskin over the knob of his glans.
In the next room, Doug stopped just before he came and jerked out. He pushed Nina off her knees and rolled her over. Moving quickly over her body, he straddled her, pulled on his prick, and started spurting onto her face. Nina opened her mouth and grabbed at his jerking prick. She got it in after only two spurts and drank hungrily of his slippery goo.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Eva gasped, her hand moving up and down on Mose's cock.
"Are you ready for my cock, Eva?" Mose asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Mose!" Eva cried.
He released her and turned her to face him. "Pull your arms free and put them around me. Your honeymoon is about to begin."
She did as he said, her arms going around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She suckled hungrily on his tongue, which was long and thick, and hunched herself against his groin, imagining his cock going right through her wedding gown. She had only felt it and wanted to see it and kiss it and suck it.
"Undress me, Mose! Bare my body and then fuck me!" she cried.
Mose led her to the bed and then bent over to grasp the hem of her gown. "No, Eva, I'll just lift it up. I want to fuck you in your wedding dress, then when you take it out a hundred years from now for old times' sake, you'll remember your first wedded fuck… and me." He straightened, bringing the dress up with him. He gasped. "My God, you're naked under there! You got married to John Richardson without any pants." He held the dress high, laughing, crisp bills falling to the floor, and pushed her back onto the bed.
She was hidden by the full skirt, except for her long legs, wide apart, and her furry cunt, shining wet and open for action.
"First a kiss," he said, kneeling, "but only a short one – we haven't much time." His face went between her open legs and his mouth to her cunt.
Eva cried out as his tongue entered her pussy. She then pushed against him, her legs spreading even wider. But he stopped and lifted up. "Don't stop, please, do it some more," she moaned.
"No. Now I fuck the little bride," he said, and came down on top of her.
He fitted his cock into the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The fat glans spread her pussy lips and plopped inside. He pushed on into the slippery tunnel until there was ten inches of fat, hard prick inside her cunt.
"You weren't a virgin, little bride, you weren't a virgin," he chuckled.
"Oh, Mose, that's good… so good," she moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his slow thrusting.
She hadn't gotten to see it, and she had wanted to see it, but she was feeling it. Oh, was she feeling it, and that was what it was all about. It felt so good it almost hurt, and she enjoyed that, too. Her pussy was made for a prick; she knew that now, and lay back and let the good feeling consume her.
Her eyes were closed and she imagined his huge cock, long and hard, the huge veins standing out in relief and the head all red and shining and monstrous looking, the big hole in the end covered with its cum, sticky and wet. She could almost taste it and wanted it against her lips spitting its awful goo into her slavering mouth.
Her first orgasm left her with a hollow and empty feeling, and the second, coming very quickly, left her tingly and excited and anticipating the third. The third one held off, lingering hungrily in the pit of her stomach until she was screaming for its release. She jerked wildly, trying to get him deeper, until his zipper cut cruelly into her soft thighs. The greedy bastard didn't even take down his pants, she thought, but soon forgot about it as her third and most satisfying orgasm split her open. Her legs went around his back and she hunched into him like a wild mare fighting the bit – only she wanted it in, not out. His ten inches only made her want more.
Mose felt the charge from his balls and grunted. The thick jizz spurted into her cunt in huge white gobs. He pulled out until only the glans was still buried. "You get every drop, baby, every last drop goes in your tight little cunt," he gasped, milking the thick knob back and forth in her pussy. Her puffy pussylips clung to his cock and sucked at the few remaining strands of cum, drawing them out and swallowing them up deep into her belly.
"You're one fine fuck, little Eva! That John is a lucky man," he said, rising to his feet. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Eva sat up and stared at his prick. It was still huge, though shriveling fast. "Anytime you say," she said, still under the hypnosis of sex. She reached out and encircled his pecker. "It was good, Mose, God, but it was good."
He reknotted his tie while she fondled his prick. "You're a hot little cunt, baby. I really think you could get me up again, but your husband is going to start wondering where you are, so I think I'll split."
Eva sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk from the room. She sat silently for several minutes, trying to remember just how it had happened. "Well, Eva, you did it again," she finally said aloud, a feeling of repugnance making her shiver. "And this time on your wedding day, before you even got out of your wedding gown. I didn't want him to do it, but I actually enjoyed it, thrilled to it. Is there no end to this insanity?"
Eva continued to sit, slowly rationalizing her most recent infidelity. Mose had attacked and seduced her. It wasn't her fault. Actually, it was really quite harmless. She hadn't instigated it, and it didn't hurt John; she wasn't a virgin, anyway. Maybe she couldn't have enjoyed it so much, but hell, fucking was fun.
Besides, the harm was already done, if there was any harm, and she certainly wasn't going to make a practice of it. It was a one-time accident, just one of those innocent things that seem to happen. She wasn't loose. Not really, and she was determined to be a good wife. Wasn't she?
She got to her feet then, feeling better, but her legs felt wobbly and she almost fell. She leaned against the wall and let her wedding gown fall back in place. The slimy cum of Mosely Price III slowly leaked from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs. She knew she should wash, but decided not to; she liked the wet feel between her legs with the hair all curly and moist.
She stripped the gown from her body and left it in a heap beside the bed. Luckily, the clothes for her wedding trip had been laid out across the foot of the bed and were not mussed up from her recent fucking. She pulled on the brief panties and let the waist band snap against her flat belly. The crotch soaked up immediately. What a marvelous feeling, she thought.
She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair when Nina came into the room. Nina's eyes opened wide. Eva was still wearing only her panties.
Nina was once again dressed in her fantastically chic maternity suit and walked over to Eva as if nothing had happened. "My, you have a marvelous figure, Eva," she said, her eyes slits of jealousy, or perhaps of lust.
Eva looked up at her new sister-in-law and wondered if she knew, wondered if she and her gigolo had stood and watched like she and Mose had done. She felt very nervous and started to blush.
"Here, let me do that." Nina said, taking the brush from Eva's hand. "You'd better hurry. John will be wondering where you are."
Eva decided that she liked her new sister-in-law after all.
When she was ready and found her husband, he was chattering with a group of older men. He noticed her after she had been standing at his side for several minutes. "You ready already, dear? Looks like I married myself a fast little gal," he said.
Nina, who was standing beside Eva, covered a gagging sound with a cough.
"We'll have a toast to the newlyweds before you go," old man Richardson said, summoning a servant to bring the champagne.
The toast turned into two and three and then four. Eva felt the drink revitalizing her urges. She snuggled up to her husband and pulled his head down to her lips. "I'm getting drunk, John, and I feel passionate. Take me to bed," she whispered.
"We'd better wait until we get to the hotel," he said with a laugh. He turned to the men standing with champagne glasses in their hands. "And now, gentlemen, we must go," he said.
He took his bride by the arm and ushered her from the room. He was feeling his urges, too.