David Ingram - The naughty bride

Roxy looked up at him and smiled. "Come in and close the door behind you," she said. "How long have you been watching?"

"For a while," he said, and giggled foolishly.

"Come here and kiss me, darling," she said, raising her knees and spreading the lips of her cunt with her fingers. "You're not afraid to kiss my cunt, are you?"

He came to her and kneeled between her legs. His ugly, pimple covered face lowered into her crotch. It was pungent and oozing John's cum.

"Eat my cunt, Donny, suck the rich man's jizz out of my pussy and make me come," she cried hoarsely.

"Eat the rich man's jizz." Donny said, and pressed his mouth to her cunt. His tongue was thick and rough as it pushed up into her hole and one of his fat fingers had already found her asshole.

Roxy grunted with animal pleasure, holding him tightly by the ears as he ate her out. She came very hard and pushed his head away. "Now use that magnificent cock on me!" she pleaded.

Donny got to his feet. "Have to piss first," he said. He stood where she could watch and peed until there was a large puddle, then he pulled at his cock until it stretched out to an unbelievable twelve inches. It jutted from his grimy jeans like an obscene club, its huge glans, bloated and purple, still half-sheathed in the thick foreskin.

"Lay down on me, Donny. Get it in quick… I need it!" Roxy cried, her eyes fixed on the huge column.

"Rich man not very good?" Donny asked.

"Rich man terrible, a bum fuck. Now do it like it's supposed to be done."

The ugly boy came down on top of her and pressed his fat lips to her mouth. She opened slightly and his coarse tongue rolled inside. Her hands grabbed at his monstrous cock, pressing the huge knob to her cunt. He hunched roughly and she squealed with pain and pleasure as her cuntlips gaped open and peeled back his foreskin.

"My God, you must be bigger than the horses you tend," she gasped when eight inches had been imbedded inside her.

"Big mare in next stall think so." Donny grunted hunching for more penetration.

"Not really?" Roxy cried.

"Really."

"You've got to let me watch… ooh, that hurts!"

"Can't. Wrong time of month. Mare won't let me." He was pushing in the last two inches.

Roxy's legs splayed further apart. "Oh, Jesus, Donny… I think I can take it all this time. God, but it's good! Push it all in!" She felt the cold, sharp metal of his zipper and knew she had the whole foot inside her.

Donny liked it when he could get it all in. Most women couldn't take it all. He had better than nine inches when he was fourteen and had been fucking grown women since he was ten.

Roxy lay beneath him moaning, tears running from her eyes. After the second orgasm she had lost count, going into a daze of sexual bliss, one massive orgasm that didn't seem to end. She slipped slowly from reality, her body loose, yet still lifting to meet each thrust.

"Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come." Donny chanted, drawing part way out and then slamming back in. He felt the massive load of jizz swell his prick and yanked out, and with the expertise of practice, guided his cock to her face where he squirted gob after gob of his thick, pasty slime over her lips. Her lips opened and he pressed his cock in and jacked off until he was dry.

The brutish boy stood and grinned at the job he had done, his teeth spaced like a picket fence. He grasped his cock and stretched the foreskin back into place, wiping the ooze with his hand and then onto his pants. He left the stall, stuffing his monstrous organ back into his pants.

Roxy roused from her stupor, her cunt still twitching, and struggled back into her skin-tight riding pants. Her pussy was sore. A hot tub and a gin and tonic were in order.

Eva was still in bed when John returned. He decided he really hadn't enjoyed it with Roxy like he thought he would. It had been too quick, and she had been too aggressive, and the pangs of guilt gnawed at him. He felt even worse after he got Eva up and watched her bent over the stool. She was a very sick girl.

It was almost noon when he got her dressed and down to the coffee shop when he forced her to eat a soft boiled egg and drink several cups of black coffee. It didn't seem to help. She still felt terrible.

Roxy saw them in the coffee shop. The bath had done wonders; she felt marvelous. "You look terrible, Eva," she said. "What you need is a drink."

"My God, Roxy, that's what's the matter with her now! Too much to drink." John exclaimed.

"Sometimes a little hair of the dog is the only remedy." She took Eva by the arm. "Come along, Eva, Roxy will make you feel better."

Eva wobbled to her feet and followed Roxy into the bar. She was too sick to do anything else.

The bar was deserted. Roxy pushed Eva into a booth and ordered her a double shot. Eva gagged and almost threw up, but she got it down. She was working on her second one when John arrived.

"Slide in here beside me, John." Roxy said.

He slid in, a worried look on his face. "Is she going to be okay?"

"She'll be fine." Roxy said. She half-turned and put her mouth against John's. Her tongue glided into his mouth.

He jerked back. "Roxy, don't. Not in front of…" His voice trailed off.

Roxy dropped her hand under the table and put it on John's knee, inching upwards until her palm rested softly on his cock. An hour ago, she thought she had had enough for one day, but it was terribly exciting to make a play for John with his sick little bride watching. She pulled his hand down under her skirt onto her bare thigh.

John puffed back at first, but then relaxed and let her push it up her thigh to her crotch. She hadn't worn panties and her legs opened.

"Play with me," she whispered, "but be gentle, I'm a little sore. You're so big down there."

John felt a stupid pride as his male ego swelled. He massaged her softly, probing at her hairy hole. He soon had two fingers deep in her cunt, his guilt forgotten. Roxy smiled with pleasure, moaning softly, while Eva, oblivious to it all, nursed at her third whiskey.

"I have an idea. Let's all go swimming, it's such a nice day," Roxy said, leaning back and enjoying John's fingers in her cunt.

"Oh, I don't think so. Eva feels so bad." John said.

"I'm feeling better." Eva said, looking up from the table. "Yes, I think I'd like to go swimming."

They went to their respective suites to get ready. John was in his trunks, getting the towels when Roxy came in. She came right in the bedroom. She was wearing a tiny white bikini that covered nothing but her big brown nipples and most of her pussy hair, the rest of which crept out around the edges. She had a marvelous tan. Her body was so full that it was breathtaking, yet not bulgy and hanging with loose fat. Everything, as much as it was, seemed to be necessary. Her long brown hair flowed to the middle of her back. Her huge tits bulged and flopped and looked like they would pull her over onto her face.

She approached John and put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, darling," she said.

"Eva will be out of the bathroom in a minute." John said.

"Kiss me," she said again.

He kissed her hard on the mouth, and before he knew what she was doing, her hand was inside his trunks. She grasped his cock and thrilled at the feel of it swelling in her hand.

Eva came out of the bathroom. "Oh," she said softly.

John jerked back, pulling her hand from his trunks. He turned away and pushed his cock back in place. Eva wasn't looking at John, though. Her eyes were on Roxy.

"God, you look sexy," she said.

"You're not too bad yourself." Roxy said with a smile.

Eva's bikini was red, and if it didn't reveal as much as Roxy's, it was only because there wasn't as much to reveal.

"Let's go." Roxy said, taking John's hand.