David Ingram - The naughty bride

"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me – your turn will come later."

And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his foreskin. Eva moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her.

As he sunk deeper, Mose and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a… and oh, God, I love it so," she mumbled incoherently.

She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.

"Go ahead, come. I want to feel it," she gasped, already near her own orgasm.

"No! I don't want to…"

She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. "Come, dammit, come!" she rasped.

He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild, uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he was wiped out and she didn't quite make it.

John knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her past.

Eva snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. "I love you, John," she said.

"What…" he muttered.

Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard prick. "You're so big, honey. It felt so good in there."

He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Oh, baby, I love you," he said. "I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've wanted you so long."

"I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many times ahead of us." She looked at him and wondered if she should say it. "You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker," she said.

He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this time.

"I have to take a leak," he said.

She held his cock so it pointed straight up. "Go ahead," she said.

"You mean right here?" he said.

"Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you."

John relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Eva to watch a man piss, and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.

They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They followed dessert with a couple of drinks. "Should I have some champagne sent up to our room?" John asked.

"No, I think… I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me pee," she said.

They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.

"I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have missed all this." John said.

"Me, too." Eva said.

When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds, especially lots of expensive Scotch.

They had a drink and then John got restless. "Let's go for a walk. I need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at night." John said.

"I am." Eva said. "I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're gone."

"You're sure you don't mind?" he asked.

"Mind? I insist," she answered.

After he had gone, Eva looked at the bed and saw the stained spread. She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. "We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way to keep me warm." She flopped onto the bed.

She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the drink. She made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.

Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool. It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very exciting.

She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when John would return.

There was a knock at the door and she giggled. "The silly boy forgot his key," she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door, swaying slightly.

It was a bellboy.

"What-what do you want?" she said, a blush burning her cheeks.

"I-I-I," the boy stammered.

Eva felt the excitement churning inside her body. "Well?" she said, trying to sound stern.

"I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed," he said.

"No." Eva said, "not right now, anyway."

The boy stood and looked at her. Eva knew her cherry nipples were plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at, too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.

"You're staring," she said.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I… well," he sputtered.

He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the same as she, and he called her ma'am. "You'll have to go. My husband will be back soon," she said.

The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Eva cried.

The boy turned back to face the door. Eva took the bottom of her gown and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.

She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.

"The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me," she said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. "He was kind of cute, though."

She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed. She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement moved through her belly, she decided not to tell John what had happened; he might not understand.

When John returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had, but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to desperately, and she would be none the wiser.

He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed, he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.

"Ummmm." Eva moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready to receive his tongue.