'Look at that long-cocked bastard fuck her. Watch it, Eva. Watch him push that prick up her pussy until you're so hot you can't stand it to have yours empty.'
'I can't stand it now,' she blurted. Her hands, pinned to her sides, had inched backwards until both were on his thighs, and then she held his rigid cock through his trousers. It was massive, a long, thick gristle like she had never imagined. It was the biggest cock her hands had ever felt.
Mose released one of her tits and reached down and opened his pants. He got his cock out and let fall into her waiting hand. 'Watch them, Eva. He's about to come, too,' he said, the feel of her so hand marvelous as she pushed the thick foreskin over the knob of his glans.
In the next room, Doug stopped just before he came and jerked out. He pushed Nina off her knees and rolled her over. Moving quickly over her body, he straddled her, pulled on his prick, and started spurting onto her face. Nina opened her mouth and grabbed at his jerking prick. She got it in after only two spurts and drank hungrily of his slippery goo.
'Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!' Eva gasped, her hand moving up and down on Mose's cock.
'Are you ready for my cock, Eva?' Mose asked.
'Oh, yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Mose!' Eva cried.
He released her and turned her to face him. 'Pull your arms free and put them around me. Your honeymoon is about to begin.'
She did as he said, her arms going around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She suckled hungrily on his tongue, which was long and thick, and hunched herself against his groin, imagining his cock going right through her wedding gown. She had only felt it and wanted to see it and kiss it and suck it.
'Undress me, Mose! Bare my body and then fuck me!' she cried.
Mose led her to the bed and then bent over to grasp the hem of her gown. 'No, Eva, I'll just lift it up. I want to fuck you in your wedding dress, then when you take it out a hundred years from now for old times' sake, you'll remember your first wedded fuck… and me.' He straightened, bringing the dress up with him. He gasped. 'My God, you're naked under there! You got married to John Richardson without any pants.' He held the dress high, laughing, crisp bills falling to the floor, and pushed her back onto the bed.
She was hidden by the full skirt, except for her long legs, wide apart, and her furry cunt, shining wet and open for action.
'First a kiss,' he said, kneeling, 'but only a short one – we haven't much time.' His face went between her open legs and his mouth to her cunt.
Eva cried out as his tongue entered her pussy. She then pushed against him, her legs spreading even wider. But he stopped and lifted up. 'Don't stop, please, do it some more,' she moaned.
'No. Now I fuck the little bride,' he said, and came down on top of her.
He fitted his cock into the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The fat glans spread her pussy lips and plopped inside. He pushed on into the slippery tunnel until there was ten inches of fat, hard prick inside her cunt.
'You weren't a virgin, little bride, you weren't a virgin,' he chuckled.
'Oh, Mose, that's good… so good,' she moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his slow thrusting.
She hadn't gotten to see it, and she had wanted to see it, but she was feeling it. Oh, was she feeling it, and that was what it was all about. It felt so good it almost hurt, and she enjoyed that, too. Her pussy was made for a prick; she knew that now, and lay back and let the good feeling consume her.
Her eyes were closed and she imagined his huge cock, long and hard, the huge veins standing out in relief and the head all red and shining and monstrous looking, the big hole in the end covered with its cum, sticky and wet. She could almost taste it and wanted it against her lips spitting its awful goo into her slavering mouth.
Her first orgasm left her with a hollow and empty feeling, and the second, coming very quickly, left her tingly and excited and anticipating the third. The third one held off, lingering hungrily in the pit of her stomach until she was screaming for its release. She jerked wildly, trying to get him deeper, until his zipper cut cruelly into her soft thighs. The greedy bastard didn't even take down his pants, she thought, but soon forgot about it as her third and most satisfying orgasm split her open. Her legs went around his back and she hunched into him like a wild mare fighting the bit – only she wanted it in, not out. His ten inches only made her want more.
Mose felt the charge from his balls and grunted. The thick jizz spurted into her cunt in huge white gobs. He pulled out until only the glans was still buried. 'You get every drop, baby, every last drop goes in your tight little cunt,' he gasped, milking the thick knob back and forth in her pussy. Her puffy pussylips clung to his cock and sucked at the few remaining strands of cum, drawing them out and swallowing them up deep into her belly.
'You're one fine fuck, little Eva! That John is a lucky man,' he said, rising to his feet. 'We'll have to do this again sometime.'
Eva sat up and stared at his prick. It was still huge, though shriveling fast. 'Anytime you say,' she said, still under the hypnosis of sex. She reached out and encircled his pecker. 'It was good, Mose, God, but it was good.'
He reknotted his tie while she fondled his prick. 'You're a hot little cunt, baby. I really think you could get me up again, but your husband is going to start wondering where you are, so I think I'll split.'
Eva sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk from the room. She sat silently for several minutes, trying to remember just how it had happened. 'Well, Eva, you did it again,' she finally said aloud, a feeling of repugnance making her shiver. 'And this time on your wedding day, before you even got out of your wedding gown. I didn't want him to do it, but I actually enjoyed it, thrilled to it. Is there no end to this insanity?'
Eva continued to sit, slowly rationalizing her most recent infidelity. Mose had attacked and seduced her. It wasn't her fault. Actually, it was really quite harmless. She hadn't instigated it, and it didn't hurt John; she wasn't a virgin, anyway. Maybe she couldn't have enjoyed it so much, but hell, fucking was fun.
Besides, the harm was already done, if there was any harm, and she certainly wasn't going to make a practice of it. It was a one-time accident, just one of those innocent things that seem to happen. She wasn't loose. Not really, and she was determined to be a good wife. Wasn't she?
She got to her feet then, feeling better, but her legs felt wobbly and she almost fell. She leaned against the wall and let her wedding gown fall back in place. The slimy cum of Mosely Price III slowly leaked from her cunt, wetting the insides of her thighs. She knew she should wash, but decided not to; she liked the wet feel between her legs with the hair all curly and moist.
She stripped the gown from her body and left it in a heap beside the bed. Luckily, the clothes for her wedding trip had been laid out across the foot of the bed and were not mussed up from her recent fucking. She pulled on the brief panties and let the waist band snap against her flat belly. The crotch soaked up immediately. What a marvelous feeling, she thought.
She was sitting at the mirror brushing her hair when Nina came into the room. Nina's eyes opened wide. Eva was still wearing only her panties.
Nina was once again dressed in her fantastically chic maternity suit and walked over to Eva as if nothing had happened. 'My, you have a marvelous figure, Eva,' she said, her eyes slits of jealousy, or perhaps of lust.
Eva looked up at her new sister-in-law and wondered if she knew, wondered if she and her gigolo had stood and watched like she and Mose had done. She felt very nervous and started to blush.
'Here, let me do that.' Nina said, taking the brush from Eva's hand. 'You'd better hurry. John will be wondering where you are.'
Eva decided that she liked her new sister-in-law after all.
When she was ready and found her husband, he was chattering with a group of older men. He noticed her after she had been standing at his side for several minutes. 'You ready already, dear? Looks like I married myself a fast little gal,' he said.
Nina, who was standing beside Eva, covered a gagging sound with a cough.
'We'll have a toast to the newlyweds before you go,' old man Richardson said, summoning a servant to bring the champagne.
The toast turned into two and three and then four. Eva felt the drink revitalizing her urges. She snuggled up to her husband and pulled his head down to her lips. 'I'm getting drunk, John, and I feel passionate. Take me to bed,' she whispered.
'We'd better wait until we get to the hotel,' he said with a laugh. He turned to the men standing with champagne glasses in their hands. 'And now, gentlemen, we must go,' he said.
He took his bride by the arm and ushered her from the room. He was feeling his urges, too.
