Nick Eastwood - Horny new wife

Married only a few hours earlier, Lisa Evans stood staring at herself in the bathroom mirror and wondering if she could go through with her wedding night. The big moment had come. It was time to fuck. Her new husband, Larry, was waiting for her in the adjoining bedroom. Lisa dawdled and hesitated.

"Honey," Larry called, "are you okay? Are you coming pretty soon?"

"Yes, Larry, just a minute," Lisa called back. "There's no problem. I'm just a little slow." She'd been very slow in one thing, she thought dryly, and that was losing her virginity. Here she was twenty-four years old, and she'd never gone all the way with a man before. In fact she'd done little more than kiss and hold hands before she met Larry. Now that it was finally time to give up her cherry, she was panicked.

And that was silly, because Larry just drove her wild. If any man could make her forget her inhibitions, it was him. But Lisa had a lot of inhibitions to lose, more than the average young woman. She was an only child, raised by strictly religious parents, and it had been drummed into her head, ever since she could remember, that sex was dirty and wicked, and that nice girls never enjoyed it.

She realized now that her parents had gone overboard with their moralistic messages, but it still wasn't easy for her to shed a lifetime of training in just a few minutes. She kept hearing her mother telling her that "good girls" detest sex. Yet Lisa felt so turned on to Larry. Did that make her a bad girl?

"Come on, Lisa," she sighed. "Larry's gonna be climbing the walls. Just go do it and get it over with."

She checked herself in the mirror one more time, knowing this was the last glimpse of herself she'd get as a virgin. She saw a gorgeous brunette of average height, trim yet curvy body, and luscious thrusting tits. She was wearing a demure white lace nightgown that made her look innocent, almost angelic, and she was blushing.

In spite of her fears and hesitations, she had that hot moist feeling between her thighs, a feeling that had become very familiar to her since meeting Larry Evans. Not many men had had that effect on her before, but it seemed she was turned on all the time she was around Larry. At times it had been difficult to save her cherry for the wedding night, because Larry had come on to her so strongly and had excited her so much.

But she'd held out, and now it was time to fuck. Palms sweating, heart knocking, Lisa opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom. She blushed harder then ever when she saw that her new husband wasn't wearing a thing. He was lying in bed with the covers down to his waist, and Lisa couldn't help ogling his broad hairy chest. He was grinning broadly as she walked to the bed. She noticed that the covers were sharply tented at his crotch.

She swallowed hard. "Sorry to take so long," she said.

"You're worth waiting for," Larry answered, looking her over hungrily. "I've been looking forward to this moment for weeks now."

Weeks? Was that how long they'd known each other? It seemed like minutes to the frightened virgin bride. One moment she'd been a secretary in a Bay Area resort supply company, and then this devastatingly handsome guy had walked in, married her, and swept her off to the remote Sierra resort which he owned and lived in. It had been a whirlwind courtship, all right.

Lisa lifted the covers and slipped into bed, and Larry made a grab for her. He pulled her into a hot embrace and gave her one of those long steamy tongue-kisses that just drove her wild. But this one was a little different – because this time he was naked. His bare body was pressing against her, full length, and she could feel his steel-hard cock against her belly.

She felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. She'd never been with a naked guy before, and she'd never even set eyes on a cock. Oh, she knew what they looked like, from statues and pictures, but she'd never seen a real cock. She felt scared, yet her body seemed on fire for this man, her nipples going rigid and pressing against his chest.

They finally came up for air, and Larry's eyes were hot and horny. But when he studied her frightened face, his expression softened. "Hey, sugar, what's wrong?" he asked tenderly.

Lisa blushed furiously. "Oh, Larry, this is silly," she said, "but I'm nervous. I never did this before. I was raised to think sex is evil. I know that isn't true, but I guess it made me kind of inhibited."

"You just relax," he said soothingly. "I'm not gonna rush you or hurt you. I'm just gonna take my time and make sure you're good and ready, okay?"

"Larry, I love you," Lisa sighed.

"I love you, baby," he grinned. "And that's why I'm not gonna spoil our first time together."

As he spoke, he was casing off her nightgown ever so gently. Lisa went an blushing hard, because she'd never been naked with a man before. But she trusted Larry, and she let him remove the gown and set it aside. Under the covers, he felt her hot sleek body. She couldn't help enjoying his expert touch, and once more she felt that hot wet sensation in her pussy.

Larry's big hands briefly cupped her swelling tits, then glided lower, petting the soft fur of her little triangular cunt bush. He felt her all over, enjoying the silkiness of her skin. Lisa got more and more relaxed. When she was breathing calmly, he drew the covers down and kicked them away.

He stared at her, and she stared at him. She almost didn't mind him ogling her naked body because she was so busy studying his. Shyly, she let her gaze travel down from his powerful hair matted chest, over the flat belly with its centerline of hairs. When she reached his cock, she stopped breathing for a second. It looked so big, so rigid.

His prick had to be eight inches long, and it looked as thick as a woman's wrist. The cockshaft bulged with blue veins, and the cockhead was a shining purple knob of flesh. From a dark cleft in the head, of his prick, glistening cream was oozing. Below protruded his engorged and hair-matted balls. Lisa stared and stared, overwhelmed with her first glimpse of a cock and balls.

"It won't bite you, honey," Larry chuckled.

Lisa looked shyly at him, and he took her right hand and gently set it on his hard prick. She gasped and almost jerked her hand away, then reminded herself that this was the man she loved. He wouldn't hurt her, and she wanted to please him. Blushing hotly, she began running her fingers gingerly up and down the long hot pole of cockflesh. Larry drew his hand away and nodded approvingly.

"That's good," he said. "You oughta get acquainted with my cock. I hope it's gonna be a long and happy relationship."

Lisa was amazed at how hard his prick was, yet how it throbbed with readiness. It was like a granite column, only alive. She ran her fingers from the thick hairy base up to the gleaming purple cockhead. Hot sticky cream smeared her fingertips, and she rubbed it all over that missive bulb of prickflesh.

While she explored his cock, Larry as having fun with her tits. The grapefruit-size globes were firm and flawless, the skin creamy and satiny. They made large fistfuls for him. He gently squeezed and molded her sensitive tits, and Lisa found she liked it. Other men had attempted to feel her tits, but she had never let them. Larry was the first. She had even let him do it a few times before they were married, but only with her clothes on.

She had to admit she was a prude. That as how she'd been raised. And as her brand-new husband used his thumbs to tease her big pink nipples into perfect stiffness, she still felt like a prude. She wished she could be relaxed and natural about things, like Larry was, but maybe that would come in time. Right now, she felt wicked for every pleasurable sensation she was giving and getting.