David Ingram: The naughty bride

The tall, muscular boy got out of the car and stood in the light from the open door. The girl leaned heavily against the opposite door and watched him slowly unzip, ceremoniously take out his cock, and start to piss. She saw the stream arch into the darkness and heard it splash in the dirt. She didn't know why but the sight always excited her.

The boy finished and gave his prick several healthy shakes and climbed back into the car, leaving the door standing open. He looked at the girl huddled in the seat and palmed himself. His prick looked white and delicate against his big hand.

"Tonight, Eva?" he asked, "You said we would do it tonight."

"I said, maybe," Eva answered softly.

"Come on, honey, you promised." He looked at her longingly. "I have a strange feeling that if we don't do it tonight, we never will."

Eva felt a pang of fear at his subtle threat. "Play with it a little and get it hard while I think," she said.

With growing excitement, she watched his cock swell in his slowly moving hand. Many times before she had watched him masturbate, but tonight, it somehow seemed different. For many months she had implied, without actually saying so, that when he graduated, she would give him a present that he would never forget. Less than an hour ago, he had become a high school graduate.

Eva Goodwin and Ted Baxter had been going steady since she was a sophomore and Ted a junior. Their love play had progressed from necking to groping each other through their clothes until one night Ted got a little tight and showed his prick to her. She was both shocked and excited. After this, he always exposed himself to her on their dates, and finally jacked off in front of her. Her eyes had widened with amazement when the cum had spurted from the end of his cock. It became ritual for him to stand where she could watch while he pissed, and then get back in the car and jerk off.

For a long time Eva wouldn't reciprocate. She let him feel her up through her clothing, and would lay her hand on his hard-on when it was inside his pants, but was afraid to go any further. Then one night when she was particularly passionate, she let him take her hand and put it around his bare prick. She grew very excited and was soon moving her hand up and down, continuing until he poured out over her shaking hand.

Things picked up after that, and on their next date she let him feel inside her panties. She guided his fingers with her hand and it felt so much better than when she played with herself that she let him continue until she climaxed. From then on, she would remove her panties, and as he moved his hand under her skirt, she would reach over and grasp his cock. The mutual orgasms were fantastic.

Still, Eva had refused to let him fuck her, or even to look at her pussy. She let him open her blouse and remove her bra and gaze at and even kiss her titties, but below the waist was feel only.

Eva had intended to let him raise her skirt and remove her panties himself and gaze to his heart's content at her pussy; that was the present she had hinted at, but now she was afraid that it wouldn't stop there. Immediately after graduation they had driven to their secret hiding place and started drinking beer. Eva wasn't used to so much beer and she got drunk quickly.

She stared longingly at Ted's prick, now standing tall and hard in his hand. She felt giddy and lightheaded, her panties were wet. She knew what she wanted and fought against it.

"Do you want me to hold it?" she said, reaching towards him.

"I want you to kiss it," he said.

"You know I won't do that… ever. Not even when I'm drunk."

"You're not drunk."

"I am a little, but I won't do that."

Ted went into an immediate sulk, slouching down in the seat, his hand leaving his cock. "Shit," he said.

Eva felt a panic in her breast. She could see their beautiful evening going down the drain. "Would you like to take off my panties?"

Ted straightened up a little. "You mean me take them off?"

"Yes," she said, "and my skirt, too."

"Boy, would I."

Eva stretched her legs out towards him and let her head fall back against the seat. "Then do it," she said softly. "Take all my clothes off if you want."

Ted's fingers trembled as he fumbled at the catch on her skirt; he was all thumbs, but he got it undone. She raised up and let him push it over her thighs and down to the floor. Her pussy bulged under her tiny panties, wisps of brown hair curling out around the edges.

She opened her legs wide for him.

"Take them off, Ted, and get a good look at my cunt – you've wanted to for a long time."

She raised up again and let him pull them down her legs. When they were off, she settled back onto the seat and opened her thighs. "Do you like me?" she said.

"Oh, God, honey, you're beautiful!" he gasped.

It didn't embarrass her like she thought it would; it thrilled her. She liked having him look at her, and while he struggled with the buttons on her blouse, she took his cock in her hand.

When she was completely naked, he started kissing her. First on the mouth, then her neck and down over her tits. She had large breasts for a seventeen year old, and the nipples grew hard under his mouth. When both nipples were standing at rigid attention, he moved his lips to the undersides of her tits, and after a short stay, slipped wetly down her belly to her deep navel.

Eva was moaning softly, her desire growing heavy in her belly. "Oh, Ted, you're making me so hot!" she cried.

He resumed his course downward until he was at the fringe of her soft pubic curls. She twisted and jerked at the feel of his warm breath so close to her cunt. He moved into the hair and his tongue snaked out, probing warily at the puffy beginning of her cuntlips.

"No, Ted, no… you mustn't," she moaned. Still, her legs opened and her hands dropped softly to the back of his neck, gently urging his face deeper into her crotch. "Stop honey, stop before it's too late."

It was too late. His mouth was over her cunt and his tongue dipped into the sweltering hole. She grunted like a bitch in heat, hunching her crotch roughly against his face. His tongue found her clit and laved it.

"Lick it, lick it!" she screamed. "It's good, honey, it's so damn good… don't stop!" She jerked her head from side to side and rolled her hips in an effort to increase the stimulation. "I'm going to come… darlingggg!"

She fell limp after the orgasm subsided, one hand still stroking the back of his head. "Oh, honey, I love you for that," she said. She knew she couldn't refuse him now, and besides, what she had just had seemed like only a taste of better things to come, and she wanted more. "Do you have a blanket in the car?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he said, raising his face from her moist cunt.

"Take your clothes off first, and-and I'll let you fuck me." She blushed in spite of her lust and opened the door and got out.

It was a warm spring night, brightly moonlit with not a breath of stirring air. She stood and watched him frantically tearing off his clothes, and then reach over the seat to retrieve the blanket in the back. She felt a familiar urge and moved out a few feet and squatted. When she finished and looked up, Ted had the blanket spread and was sitting watching her.

"That's a beautiful sight," he said, "sitting there with a hard-on watching a girl take a piss."

"I'll bet," she retorted, her skin still wanting to blush. "Come over here and lay down. I want you, baby."

"I want you, too." Eva said. She lay down on the blanket on her back and opened her legs wide. "Do you really want to fuck me, Ted?"

"Oh, God, do I ever!" he snorted, rolling over on top of her.