David Ingram - The naughty bride

John smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side. Eva's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong to the taste.

Eva's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly, her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair.

My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, John thought. Nice girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt.

And then she was coming. He knew she was coming – her ass lifted from the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying out. Eva was coming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was coming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in the juices flowing from her cunt.

When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. "Kiss me, you cunt," he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes remained closed, her body limp.

"You're drunk, dead drunk," he cried. "You got loaded while I was gone!"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Loaded, got loaded," she muttered. "Need 'nother drink, honey. Get Eva 'nother drink."

"I'll give you a drink, you bitch." John snarled, tearing open his fly. His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that he was stiff. "If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it will give you something." He held her up by her hair and prodded at her lips with his cock.

Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It seemed a rich man like John Richardson could afford to be circumcised, she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal the crimson head all naked and alive.

Eva's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward for sucking a cock was what she wanted – the hot, sometimes salty, taste of jizz. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in her mouth.

"You filthy bitch," John stormed, "you want me to come in your mouth, you filthy, drunken bitch!" He had intended to piss in her mouth, but his hard-on wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.

Eva felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth like it was the cunt of a whore.

He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It was still standing erect from his trousers. Eva fell back on the bed, her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.

"Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker," he said, again lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.

"Fuck me, John. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me come," she said over the rim of the glass.

She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and then to the floor.

John had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto her golden, body. He directed the stream over her belly, her tits, and then onto her face. "You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you piece of shit," he yelled, his eyes full of tears, "… I love you."

He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her come the first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make his woman come with his cock.

"I'll fuck you, Eva, fuck you until you scream for mercy!" he cried, although he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, fuck me, John. I love you… now fuck me."

What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick deep inside her. It was a beautiful wedding, her wedding, and then an exquisite fuck before she even got out of her gown, and not with her husband, but with his brother-in-law while his pregnant sister got it doggy-fashion in the next room. And the wild ride up the mountain side. What a thrill to go over a hundred miles an hour. She had to try it with herself behind the wheel sometime… soon. Even the pleasant little screw, though unfulfilling after they arrived here had been good. And now he was on top of her again, his prick throbbing in her cunt, her John, her own private fucker. He was fucking her and it felt good, so very good.

Her eyes were closed and she imagined it was the cute bellboy fucking her. It didn't do any harm to fantasize while her husband fucked her; he didn't know, and it made her a more excited fuck for him. The whole idea was to stimulate him and make him come.

Her passions were aflame. Drunk as she was, she could coast like this for hours, always on the crest of a shattering orgasm. And if she slipped over the edge into the never-never land of sexual bliss, it was never quite the peak she wanted and would start the climb to the top all over again.

"John, John, John," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Fuck me some more, make me come again! Oh, Christ… I'm there! Do it, do it, don't stop!"

John knew she was coming and felt a sense of pride, yet he was having difficulty making it himself. He felt the contractions in her cunt when she made it.

"Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn… never came so many times before!" she wailed, easing into still another and stronger orgasm. "Love cock, love fucking!"

John raised up and jerked out. He rolled her over onto her stomach. She went limp like a soggy washrag. Lust twisting his face, he spread her tender ass-cheeks apart and pushed his slimy cock against her tight asshole. He didn't know it, but he was finally getting his cherry – the only one she had left – her virgin asshole.

The pucker string was tight, but he pressed savagely until his fat cock burst inside. He grimaced with pleasure; it was so tight, so excruciatingly tight.

Eva moaned with pain, yet lifted her ass to meet his insistent pressure. A perverse pleasure accompanied the pain that cried at her tender asshole, and she knew she could come even like this.

John knew he would come, too, but he wanted his cock all the way in first and lunged into her. When he knew he was in to his balls, he started fucking, long hard strokes, and then he was coming, coming like he never had before.

Eva felt his warm jizz spurting inside her ass and raised up to deepen her impalement. She giggled into the pillow, feeling like a cherry on a skewer, even though she wasn't a cherry any more, anywhere. "Come some more," she moaned, "it feels so good." She didn't know if there was any difference between an anal orgasm and a pussy come, but thought there must be because it felt different. Good, but different. It didn't peak and then taper off. It made her feel good all over, warm and tingly. "Don't stop now… do it some more," she said.