David Ingram: The naughty bride

Eva knew the old man was way out of line, but was afraid to make waves; he was a powerful influence in John's life and she feared repercussions either way she went. She felt nothing when he kissed her, and decided to let him have his way. Besides, he was drunk and couldn't be completely responsible. She was drunk, too, and kissed him back.

"You'll make an excellent addition to this stuffy old clan. Put a little youth and class in the old place. You're a mighty beautiful young girl, Eva." Joseph said.

She was sorely touched by his compliment, and said nothing when she felt his hand slide to mid-thigh under her skirt. Her head was spinning from all the booze and she felt excited, a feeling she knew she had to fight.

His hand stopped a few inches from her crotch, and when she made no effort to push his hand away, he moved on up to the edge of her panties. He was glad she wasn't wearing panty hose; warm, soft flesh was so much nicer, especially when it was so young and tender.

Eva trembled as his fingers neared her cunt and she involuntarily opened her thighs.

His hand moved to her crotch and he gently cupped her cunt, watching her face all the while. The light was dim, but he could see that she looked pale and was biting at her lower lip, yet she made no effort to get away. He kissed her again then, and was amazed at the frenzy of her mouth. She grunted into his mouth and hunched against his palm. Joseph was surprised at the ease of the whole thing. She had seemed so shy and prim when she was with John. But it was obvious now – get a few drinks in her and turn her on and she was a push over, an easy lay. Yes indeed, a quick fuck for an old man who lusted for tight young cunts. His son's young wife would add much to his reclining years.

He took his hand from her cunt and with both hands grasped the bottom of her sweater. She instinctively raised both her arms to let him pull the fuzzy garment up and over her head. She looked maddeningly-erotic with her blonde hair rumpled and her bulging tits trying to squeeze out of a tiny bra that did little more than cover her nipples. He jerked the loops off her shoulders and pulled the bra down to her waist without unhooking it.

"Lovely, lovely," he gasped and dropped his face into the hills of soft flesh. Her nipples rose large and hard inside his mouth, first one and then the other.

While he suckled on her tits, his hand opened the side of her skirt. "Stand up," he said, raising his face from her tits.

Without a word she got to her feet, and he quickly pulled her skirt down her legs. Her panties were nothing more than a silken strand around her hips holding up a tiny patch of sheer nylon that barely covered her pouty cuntlips. The hair was abundant, especially so for a blonde, and stuck out in profusion around the edges. The filmy garment plainly revealed that her bush was darker than the locks on her head, but grew blonder as it crept up her belly in a thinning line toward her navel.

He gasped at her loveliness and reached out, one hand gripping her ass, the other sliding between her legs. She stood motionless while he caressed the nylon tightly into her groove. He quickly tired of this and yanked the panties down her thighs. She let them fall to her feet and stepped free.

Eva felt a thrill as the old man's eyes devoured her naked body. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed it when Ted had looked at her, and revelled in the excitement now. She was drunk and excited and knew her resistance was only a blur somewhere in her subconscious. Her hands went to her hips and her legs opened in a brazen display of exhibitionism. She hoped he would come out of his chair and bury his face in her cunt because she remembered now how much she had loved it when Ted went down on her.

Instead, the old man opened his fly and took out his cock. It was Eva's turn to gasp – his cock was huge, completely out of proportion for a small man, and it was rock-hard, the thick foreskin already rolled a third of the way off the angry red glans. The hole in the end gaped open and a clear ooze stood in a heavy bubble and then broke and slid down the groove on the underside.

"Straddle me," he said, "and take it in your hand."

She stepped up to the chair and put a knee on each side of his hips, raising herself to hover over his huge cock. Her tiny hand reached down and grasped it.

"Guide it to your hole." She lowered a little, nuzzling the slick prick into her thick, wet cuntlips. "Jesus Christ, ease down and let your cunt skin it back," he groaned.

His cock was much larger than Ted's had been, and she was afraid it would hurt, yet she did as he said. She was thrilled by its throbbing hardness, and sobbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the fat knob spread her open. The tip went into her cunt, and as her weight forced the massive cock into her pussy, she felt the lips of her cunt slowly peeling back the thick foreskin.

"Oh!" she cried out, not sure she could take it all. But still it went deeper until she felt his trousers with the fleshy part of her rump. It was in to the hilt. Still she hunched against him until she felt the cold zipper cut into her soft cuntlips. She grunted like a bitch in heat, her arms around his neck, and found his mouth, her hips rutting against him in an effort to get more. "It's good, it's good!" she moaned, "Don't come for a long, long time."

He felt the youthful tightness of her pussy and knew he couldn't last as long as she wanted – he knew he couldn't last at all when he felt the tightening in his groin. He prided himself in his lasting power, yet here he was, about to shoot off like a simple teen-ager. He wanted to tell her to stop all motion, but it felt too damn good. The cum rallied in his balls and a gusher of jizz spurted into her belly. He grunted and hunched wildly.

"Ooooh, you came too soon… I felt it," she cried.

"Just shut up and keep humping," he said.

If she kept him hard, kept fucking, the sick feeling in his belly would pass and he could make it again, he knew, he had done it before. She bounced against him; he stayed hard.

"Get off and lay down on the floor," he said.

She reluctantly pulled herself off and quickly spread out on the carpet. The old man stood and pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees got between her legs. His hard cock went into her easily.

She moaned and flailed about beneath him. "I'm coming… it's so good… I'm coming! Fuck me you old bastard, fuck me!"

The old bastard pushed all the way in and fucked her. Her orgasm subsided and her legs went up around his back, her hips rotating slowly as his shaft plunged hungrily in and out.

"Where is John's mother?" Eva asked, knowing the moment she said it, that it was stupid.

"She's at her sister's. I didn't want her here tonight."

"You planned this, didn't you? You had Nina ask me over here tonight so you could fuck me."

They fucked slowly, easily, both enjoying the mounting excitement. "Yes," he said, "just so I could fuck you. You're a good fuck, Eva. Have many men had you?"

"Only one," she said.

"Was it John?"

His questions embarrassed her, still she hunched to his thrusts and grunted with pleasure, marveling at the delicious feeling his cock gave her. "No, it wasn't John. He doesn't believe in pre-marital sex," she said.

"He's a fool. I believe in pre-marital sex, especially between you and me. And I believe in post-marital sex between you and me."

"I do too… now." Eva said. She wished he would shut up and just fuck.

He liked talking with her while they fucked; it made it last longer, and added to the excitement. "You didn't want me to fuck you, did you?"

"Not before you did it… now I'm glad. I'm getting close again, speed up… I'm almost there, honey… make me come hard."

She felt the fantastic thrill of another come and wondered how she had held out so long, and more important, why? So Ted had jilted her – in a manner of speaking – he didn't have the only prick in the world. She was feeling one now, and it felt good, so very good.