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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.

She pulled him down onto her, the insides of her thighs snuggling
softly against his hip. "Be gentle, honey. I'm a virgin."

Ted jabbed awkwardly at the wet slit between her legs and cursed
softly. "I can't get it in." he said.

"Oh, you boys are so helpless." she sighed, her hand sliding down
between their bodies. She grasped his cock and guided the throbbing
gristle into her cunt. The head went in easily and then stopped.
"Unghhh!" she cried, "easy, honey, easy." The virginal membrane was a
thin one and broke easily. She let out a sharp little cry of pain and
felt him sliding smoothly into her pussy.

It was done; she was no longer a virgin. She was being fucked- -only
seventeen and being fucked.

The discomfort passed quickly and she pulled him closer, his cock
sliding in deeper. It felt better than anything she had imagined, and
she wondered why she had held him off so long. When he was completely
imbedded, she wanted more, but there wasn't more.

"Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch!" she cried lustily, "fuck me hard!"

He fucked her ruthlessly, knowing he could only last minutes, anyway.
The minutes went all too quickly and he felt himself emptying gobs of
jizz inside her. He had a lot stored up, and he gave her all of it,
milking himself sensuously against the slick-tight walls of her
grasping pussy.

Eva knew that girls weren't supposed to come their first time out, but
she came anyway, grunting and groaning and jerking. She was glad she
wasn't a compulsive masturbator like some of her girl friends, because
it made fucking so much better. She was glad, too, that she had held
him off until tonight, because everything had its right moment, and
this just had to be the exact right moment for her to lose her cherry.
The subsiding ecstasy in her belly told her that.

Ted finally let his cock fall free and rolled off her onto her back.
"Jesus, that was good." he said.

"Yes, I loved it." Eva said.

"You shouldn't have held out so long, honey. We could have been fucking
all this time."

"I enjoyed it enough tonight to make up for all the times we didn't."
she said. She sat up and drew her knees to her chest, hugging her legs.
"Why don't you get us a cigarette."

Ted grumbled good-naturedly and went to the car. He returned with two
lighted cigarettes. Eva took one and sat puffing contentedly.

"My folks aren't expecting me home early tonight, do you think we could
do it again?" she said.

"You really liked it, didn't you, baby?"

"Yes, I really liked it." She rolled over against him and took his cock
in her hand. "You're all sticky." she said.

"I'm all sticky from you." Ted grinned.

"And you'll be even stickier before I finish with you, mister." she
said with a giggle, her hand pumping at his flaccid prick.

They drank the rest of the beer and smoked another cigarette before Ted
decided that he could do it again. He stood on the edge of the blanket
and took a much needed piss. Eva came up and slipped her arms around
him and held his cock while his piss arched out into the darkness. When
he finished, she pressed her pussy against his back and caressed his
cock until he was hard.

"I want that hard cock in my cunt." she said.

They fell back onto the blanket and he moved between her open legs,
getting inside her without any help. His hard cock sailed easily into
her depths. She was a little sore at first, but the deep, gut feeling
of a cock in her cunt soon made her forget any pain. She moaned and
undulated with his eager thrusts.

"Take it easy, honey." she said, "make it last the rest of the night."
Her legs went up around his back. "Oooooh, that's good ... don't stop
... do it, do it ... fuck me, baby, fuck me and make me squeal. I love
it, I love it!"

Ted lasted longer this time, and they were both covered with sweat when
he began to come. Eva had already made it and lay grunting and panting
when his jizz started squirting. She came again when she felt his cum
filling her and somehow knew that her desires would not be easy to
fulfill. Her pussy was beginning to sting, and yet she didn't want him
to stop.

"I'm a wanton." she moaned unintelligibly, "and I'll never get enough.
Fuck me, Ted, and never stop!"

But he did stop. He stopped and pulled out. "God, Eva, I'm all fucked
out." he groaned, falling limply onto the blanket beside her.

Eva lay back and let the tingly feeling seep out through her pores. She
knew her mother would scream and rant and rave if she ever found out
and probably get hysterical, but she had liked it, more than liked it,
and knew that she could no longer control herself now that she had
screwed. They would fuck again, and she knew it. But so what, she
thought, we're in love, we'll be getting married in a year or so.

But they didn't get married in a year or so. Ted went to college in the
fall and when he returned for Christmas vacation it was over. Eva
didn't know it but Ted did. She had remained faithful, a high school
girl in love with her first boy friend, while Ted had moved on. He had
outgrown her.

Eva was heartbroken. She nursed her heartbreak with a vengeance,
avoiding dates with boys like the plague. Her senior year in high
school was a misery. She didn't date and she didn't get fucked. She
wanted very much to get fucked, but it took a boy to fuck her, and she
hated boys. Ted had taken her cherry and spent three idyllic months
fucking her almost nightly. She wished now she hadn't taken the pill
and had gotten pregnant; he'd have had to marry her then.

She never admitted that during that wonderful summer she had looked at
other boys and wondered what their cocks looked like and how they would
feel rammed inside her tight, cock-loving cunt. No, that was a memory
erased by the thought of how Ted had stolen her virginity and then
cheated her, dumped her on the ash heap of love after he had gotten
what he wanted. Of course what he had wanted was also what she had
wanted. She dreamed all day of when it would get dark and she could
engulf his cock, suck it up into her cunt and devour it with greed and
lust. Of course, she conveniently forgot all this when the rotten
bastard jilted her.

Her mother worried but her father was relieved when she wouldn't go
out. He knew what young men were after, and his daughter was a
beautiful, over-developed girl. Even he could see that, and if she
didn't go out with boys, it stood to reason that they couldn't get in
her pants. Her mother was sure she would be an old maid, a miserable
old maid.

And then during the summer vacation after she graduated, while trying
to decide on a college, she met John. He was just right for her: ten
years her senior, a, solid citizen, already established, and ready to
settle down. Her parents were delighted.

And when she married, she never admitted she was still on the rebound.
Chapter 2

Eva Goodwin was the talk of the town. Though not from a poor family,
she was definitely not of the social register, and to land John
Richardson was a fantastic stroke of luck. John, at twenty-nine, was a
junior partner in his father's prestigious law firm. They were wealthy
upper crust people, not usually given to mingling with common folk, yet
Eva's marriage to this man of substance was now less than two weeks
away.

Eva steered her car into half a parking space in front of Janice's
house. Janice was her best friend and Eva knew that when the girl
called and asked her to drop by her house, that it was for a surprise
bridal shower. On the way to the door, she practiced her best actress's
face, knowing there was no way she could feign surprise.

The surprise that Eva was so sure she could never carry off was there,
nonetheless, written all over her beautiful young face. It came from
the sight of her future sister-in-law, because her presence at a
gathering of the common people was a shock, but her condition was an
even greater shock. No one in their right mind would ever expect to see
Nina Richardson Price in this condition. She was pregnant. God, was she
pregnant; she looked like she had a basketball under her dress.

The last time Eva had seen Nina was almost six months ago, the night
she had been invited to John's parents' house to break the news of
their engagement. She had looked so tall and slim and athletic that
night, and now she looked so ... so like she had swallowed a balloon.
She was still beautiful, though, probably even more so, Eva grudgingly
admitted.

Nina Richardson Price--she had insisted on retaining the Richardson--
was two years younger than her brother, and very protective of him. She
was a beautiful woman; tall, brunette, and very athletic-looking. And
she was very athletic, an excellent tennis player, horserider, scratch
golfer. Also rich. She had married Mosely Price III when she was
twenty, a man twelve years older, also a lawyer and descendant of a
wealthy legal family. He was a big man, not handsome, but quite
sensual-looking.

Eva had been around Nina only half a dozen times, and wasn't yet sure
how to take the woman. She was sure that Nina didn't like her. She had
met Mosely only once, at the family dinner, and was sure that he did
like her. He had literally devoured her with his eyes. Eva suspected
that he was a lewd man.

"It's a pleasant surprise to see you, Nina." Eva said, almost
sputtering. "I didn't know-"

"That I was pregnant." Nina finished for her. "Well, it's rather
obvious that I'm knocked up higher than a kite." she added crudely.

Eva almost shivered from the cold waves. Nina was as rude and aloof as
always. Eva decided she didn't like her. Being an expectant mother
hadn't warmed her up a bit. She wondered why they had waited seven
years.

The shower lasted almost two hours with Eva receiving the usual booty
of a bride-to-be. They were all Eva's friends with the exception of
Nina, who spent the evening sitting in an easy chair chain-smoking and
drinking Janice's father's Scotch. She was obviously bored.

"I was sure surprised to see Nina here. How did you happen to invite
her?" Eva whispered to Janice.

"Since she is John's only sister, I thought it the proper thing to do."
Janice said with a shrug.

"I'll bet you were surprised when she accepted."

"Was I ever. If I'd have thought for a minute she'd come, I wouldn't
have invited her."

Just before the party ended, Janice poured small brandy glasses full of
whiskey and all but Nina toasted the bride. As Eva was about to leave,
Nina called her aside.

"Daddy is having a little pre-wedding party and asked me to tell you to
drop by. It will just be some of 'Our' friends. You don't have to come
if you're tired."

"I'm not tired. I'd love to come." Eva said.

Eva could see the anguish on Nina's face. "Do you have a way." she said
coolly.

"Yes, I have my car. Do you need a lift?"

"No. Someone is picking me up."

"Your husband? It's been ages since I saw him."

"No, a friend. Mosely is working tonight." she said.

The doorbell rang and Eva saw a tall, very handsome young man step
inside. He looked to be twenty-four or twenty-five.

"It's my ride." Nina said, and went to the door and took the man's arm.

Janice's eyebrows went up as she looked at Eva. "I'll bet he's younger
than she is." she whispered to her friend.

"No doubt." Eva said, stifling a giggle. "Look how she walks. Graceful
Nina waddling like a duck." Both girls laughed. "I have to get, Janice.
I'll see you tomorrow and gather up the loot. And thanks for the swell
party."

As Eva started to open her car door, she noticed the couple two cars up
the street. It was Nina and her "ride" and they were kissing. She could
see them plainly in the pale moonlight; the man had his hands around
her ass, and he was pulling her bulging tummy tightly to him. Eva
covered her mouth to keep from making any sound. She saw them get into
the car and kiss again. The man hadn't pulled the door completely shut
and the dome light bathed them for all to see. They necked for several
minutes and then drove off.

Eva got into her car, shaking with excitement. "The slut, the shameless
slut." Eva said, yet the thought of a married woman, and pregnant at
that, making love with a man other than her husband excited her
terribly. She wondered how far Nina would go with the man, not
imagining for a minute that it would go beyond a few innocent kisses.
"Surely she wouldn't let him fuck her, not in that condition." she said
to her car. The goose bumps rose up on the insides of her thighs. It
had been a long time since she'd had goose bumps on the insides of her
thighs; John didn't believe in any pre-marital foolishness. Good
breeding ruled such nonsense out.

She was still tingling when she pulled into the long circular drive
leading to the Richardson mansion, and it was indeed a mansion. The
butler met her at the door and led her down a long hall to a three-
steps-down, low-slung game room. It was a paneled room, complete with
billiard table, trophies on the wall, and a fireplace with logs
ablazing. Joseph Richardson, John's father, saw her at the door and
jumped up and came over and took her hand.

"Eva, darling!" he exclaimed, "I've been waiting for you. Come in and
I'll introduce you around."

Joseph Richardson was not a large man, yet exuded the impression of
towering strength. At sixty-four he was energetic and had a full head
of hair, all of it white. In his part of the state, he was a power to
be reckoned with in business and politics, both church and state.

"Where is John?" Eva asked demurely.

Joseph slipped his arm around her slim waist. "He's working. We have a
brief that must be ready in the morning, and he is low man on the totem
pole." He held her tighter and flicked a quick wink. "He'll be along
later, but let's sit on the divan. I'll get you a highball."

Eva could tell that her future father-in-law had been at the highballs
himself, and she was surprised. He was an active elder in the city's
largest church, and had always acted so pious in the past, yet here he
was almost drunk.

Four other couples were there and she was dutifully introduced to each
and every one of the rich snobs. She wanted John there and wanted to
pout, but her boozed-up host wouldn't allow it. He plied her with
drinks until she felt giddy and no longer out of place. By midnight,
everyone was drunk, and she no longer noticed when the old man hugged
her tight after a ribald story or kissed her on the cheek or patted her
gently on her leg.

"I just realized, that Nina isn't here." Eva said to the old man.
"Where in the world can she be? She left the shower ahead of me."

"She called and said she would be detained. She'll be along presently."
Joseph said.

"I'll bet she was detained . . . and how." Eva said, and broke into a
series of foolish giggles.

"You're getting silly, my dear." he said, and kissed her, this time
full on the lips.

Eva stopped giggling and sat up straight. It unnerved her for the old
man to kiss her like that. She didn't know whether to scream or kiss
him back. She did neither.

He jumped gingerly to his feet and took her hand. "Come with me, Eva. I
have something to show you."

He guided her down the long hall, his arm once again around her waist,
his nervous hand resting just below her breast. They passed through a
heavy, carved doorway into what appeared to be a plush office.

"This is my office away from the office." he said, pushing the door
closed behind them. "This is where I make all my money. I don't show
everyone this room. See that lion's head over there? I shot him
myself." Actually his guide had shot the lion while he was sleeping off
a bender in his tent, but it made a good story.

"My, you must be very brave." Eva exclaimed.

"Yes, very brave." he said, and sat down in a huge stuffed chair. "Very
brave, indeed." He still held Eva by the hand and pulled her down onto
his lap, then kissed her on the mouth. She wanted to protest, but his
tongue was in her mouth.

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 g1ans. 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.

"Oh, goddamn! I'm coming again!" she screamed, and came for the third
time.

Joseph Richardson felt the exquisite cunt muscles of his future
daughter-in-law tighten around his cock and spurted his jizz into her
belly again. The Richardson seed, he thought with satisfaction, as his
balls emptied.

They got up from the floor and moved to the huge leather couch and she
sat on his lap and held his limp prick tightly between her soft thighs
while they necked. Eva finally slid off his lap and took his sagging
cock into her hand. It felt soft and squishy and was still sticky from
her cunt. It excited her to squeeze his flabby prick in her fist.

"Will you fuck me again?" she asked.

"If you can get it hard."

"Will it get hard if I jack you?"

"I doubt it now, but it will if you suck it."

She let go of his prick as if it were a snake. "Oh, no, I can't do
that."

"Why not?"

"Well ... I just can't. I never have."

"You'll never hold your man if you won't suck his cock." the old man
said calmly.

She looked down at his prick; it had risen a little just from talking
about it. She lowered her head and looked closer. "I just can't ... I
can't." she said softly, and then it was in her mouth.

The old man pushed against her face, his cock swelling inside her
mouth. "Suck it easy, honey, make it good and hard."

Eva felt her stomach tumble and wanted to gag, but she repressed the
sensation until it passed. It really didn't taste bad once she got the
slime off and it felt so alive and pulsing there inside her mouth. She
wasn't aware when her feelings changed, but she rather liked it all of
a sudden, and it made the desire grow in her loins like nothing had
before. She closed her eyes and imagined how it had looked when Ted's
jizz had spurted up into the air, how milky it had looked, how slippery
it had been on her fingers. She wondered now what it tasted like and
started jacking him off while she sucked.

"Hold it, girl!" the old man cried, pushing her face away. She looked
like a baby about to cry when his prick pulled free of her lips. "I
want it in your belly where it belongs." he said.

The old man moved up onto the couch and stretched out on his back. "Get
on top of me, fuck me, make me spill inside you again."

Eva obediently crawled on top of him, reached down between their bodies
and found his cock. It was good and hard again, and she easily slid the
fat prick inside her cunt. Her sense of loss faded as her cunt took him
in.

"Oh, oh, oh." she gasped. "It's so big and it feels so good!"

She knew immediately that she would come and started moving faster and
faster until only the thick head was in her cunt and bobbing wildly
between her puffed-out pussylips. She clutched tightly to him, her
orgasm tearing hungrily at her insides. And she didn't stop, but kept
jerking wildly. "I'm coming!" she grunted, "I'm coming again!" And she
came again.

She let her weight down against him, yet continued moving, and his cock
pushed in deep. "Ahhhh, Jesus, that's good!" she moaned.

The old man lay still and let her do the work. Her young pussy was so
tight, so vibrant. It was exhilarating to feel her working so lustily
on top of him, grunting and groaning like a bitch in heat. She was a
hot little piece, all right, and would give him lots of good fucking in
the years to come.

And then she was coming yet again. She sat upright on his crotch,
slamming his hard cock into her cunt, and bounced against him like a
creature gone mad. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pain and
pleasure.

When Joseph came, he was in so deep he swore she could taste it. His
cum spurted into her for the third time and she fell limp on top of
him, sobbing softly.

He showed her the bathroom where she dressed and freshened up as best
she could. Her golden hair was wet with perspiration so she pulled it
back into a pony tail. When she stepped from the toilet, the old man
was dressed and looked as spry as ever. She thought she had probably
fucked him out, but it was the other way around; she felt strung out,
and the guilt of what she had done was inside her. How could she face
John after wildly fucking his father? It frightened her to think how
wanton she had been, how completely she had lost all self control. It
must never happen again.

They walked down the hall to the den, the old man's step bouncy and
light. Eva felt like her legs were filled with lead. The party had
broken up in their absence and everyone had gone. Eva blushed at the
thought that they all knew the old man's habits, knew that he was in
another room balling his son's fianc‚. She decided the upper crust of
society was composed of depraved people, not the cream.

Then she noticed that Nina had returned. The young society matron was
sprawled awkwardly in a chair in the corner, obviously dead drunk. Her
eyes were closed and her head thrown back.

"Ah, you're back, Nina." the old man said, as they stepped into the
dimly lit room. "Can I mix you a cocktail?"

Nina roused for a moment, her bleary eyes half-open. "Where's Mosely?
Where's goddamn husband?"

"Mose called before you returned, said he would be detained quite late.
You can spend the night here and he'll pick you up in the morning." her
father said.

"Dirty sombitch, fuckin' bastard." she mumbled, and passed out again.

Eva and Joseph approached the girl. "She's a good girl, drinks a spot
too much from time to time, but a good girl." Joseph said of his
daughter. He reached down and patted her bulging tummy. "A little
Richardson in there. A Richardson to the core." He looked at Eva and
gave her a knowing wink. "All Richardson." he said.

Eva blanched at the inference. Could he possibly mean ... could her own
father ... no, it was out of the question.

Eva looked at the lovely young woman. Her long, slim legs were bare,
now devoid of the panty hose she had worn at the shower. Her skirt was
bunched up high on her thighs, revealing the whiteness of her fine skin
almost to her crotch.

Her father took the hem of her skirt in his hand and lifted it up,
displaying her naked cunt. It was covered with a fine, light brown hair
that formed a perfect triangle as it crept up her fat belly. "She's a
splendid-looking young woman, isn't she?" he said proudly.

Eva gasped at the man's unnatural audacity. "Yes, she's beautiful." she
said, almost breathless at the sight.

He lifted the skirt higher. Her stomach rose bulging and majestic from
her hairy pussy. She moaned softly and her legs spread wide, opening
her wet and inviting pussylips.

"Need 'nother fuckin' dring." she mumbled.

The old man dropped her skirt and went to the bar. He returned with a
tall glass, something she certainly did not need. He held the glass to
her lips. Her mouth opened and she gulped convulsively at its contents.
He reached down and lifted her skirt again and let his hand slide into
the furry nest between her legs. She swallowed hungrily as he tipped
the glass and moaned and rolled her hips gently while his fingers
nuzzled at her gaping cunt.

Eva stood rooted to the spot, her mind trying to disbelieve what her
eyes were seeing. Her cunt, raw and sore from the old man's ravage,
started to tingle. The sight was obscene beyond imagination and made
her hot all over again.

Joseph had two fingers in his daughter's cunt and was slowly finger-
fucking her. She hunched lewdly against his hand, little gasps and
moans escaping her lips between swallows.

"Good, Daddy, so good ... make me come." she cooed.

Eva closed her eyes. The sight of the pregnant woman hunching against
her own father's hand was almost too much, still it turned her on like
she would never have believed. She wanted desperately to reach under
her own skirt and play with herself, but her clit was so tender now and
she knew it would just make it hurt more tomorrow and controlled her
urges.

Nina came with a scream of divine pleasure and knocked the glass from
her father's hand. "I'm so horny, Daddy, I'm so horny all the time
now." she cried.

At the sound of the front door opening, the old man jerked his hand
from her cunt and pulled down her dress. He bent down and picked up the
glass and went to the bar in the corner of the room.

John Richardson stepped into the room. "Father, Eva!" he said, looking
perplexed. "What are you doing here, Eva?"

"Your father invited ... a party ... I thought you." she stammered.

"I thought you had a shower tonight." John said.

"I did. I dropped over afterwards." John shrugged. Then he saw his
sister. "What in the hell!" he shouted.

"She came home drunk." Joseph said.

"Where is her confounded husband?"

"He's working. He'll pick her up in the morning."

"Well, for God's sake, rouse the maid, get her in bed." John shouted.
He looked again at his precious sister. "No, better not. She looks like
a whore sprawled out in that chair. You put her to bed, father."

Eva watched with horror at the confrontation between the two prominent
men in her life, the father more in her life than she had ever imagined
possible. And to her surprise, the old man went meekly to his daughter
and tried to rouse her. She had never seen Joseph Richardson meek
before.

"Drunk in her condition." John snorted with disgust. He watched his
father try to get Nina to her feet. "Here, I'll do it." he said curtly,
and went her the limp girl and lifted her from the chair.

Holding his sister in his arms, he turned to Eva. "You wait here. I'll
put her to bed and then drive you home. You look terrible, Eva. You
should be more careful of your appearance."

"I have my car. I can drive home." Eva said.

"I said I'll drive you home. You can get your stupid car tomorrow." He
stomped from the room, carefully cradling Nina in his arms.

Eva watched him leave, shrugged her shoulders and sat down.

"The boy can be a real bearcat when he wants to." the old man said. He
grinned at Eva and rubbed his crotch. It bulged obscenely.

Chapter 3

The week following Eva's orgy with old man Richardson passed quickly
and without further incident. She pondered the evening with a mixture
of misgivings and exciting fantasy. They were a bizarre family, to say
the least; John was a Victorian if ever one lived, and his old man was
a lecher, and a hypocritical lecher at that, and Nina ... God, what
about Nina? She was knocked up higher than a kite, possibly by her own
father, and out drinking and fucking with a young man who was not her
husband.

The idea of Nina out fucking, bulging belly and all, sent tremors of
lewd excitement racing down Eva's spine. She didn't know why, but it
did.

Eva chain-smoked, lighting one cigarette from another, and finally went
to the kitchen for her father's jug. A snort or two would calm her
down, not get her drunk, heaven forbid. Tomorrow was her wedding day
and a hangover was not in her plans, but just a nip to settle the
nerves. She tipped up the bottle and drank it straight.

At her suggestion, her parents had gone to the movie. She wanted the
evening alone to brood and cry and rant and rave like all pending
brides do. She had the jitters and nagging doubts of pre-marriage and
she wanted to wrestle with them alone. And God, was she alone; it was
driving her mad. She took another slug from the jug and sat down in one
of the stiff-backed kitchen chairs.

After her third jolt, she decided she felt better, calmer, more
relaxed, and maybe even a bit tipsy. It was a good feeling.

The good feeling was interrupted by the insane jingling of the door
bell. She got to her feet with remorse for her lost mood and stumbled
through the house to the front door. She pulled the door open to a
young man standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Hi, Eva!" Ted Baxter said.

She stared at him standing in the eerie glow of the little yellow bug
light her father had installed. Her hand went to her mouth. "I thought
you were away at school." she said.

"I'm home between quarters." the young man said. "Aren't you going to
ask me in?"

"Go away. Leave me alone." Eva said.

"Aw, come on, don't be a sorehead. I just came over to congratulate you
on getting married."

Eva looked at her old lover cryptically, her eyes not quite focusing
like they should.

"I really shouldn't. I hate you, you know. Well, okay, but just for a
few minutes."

She pushed the screen door open and let him step inside. They stood in
awkward silence for a minute before she went on into the living room
and sat on the couch. Her mind was in a jumble. She didn't want to see
Ted now ... or ever. He started to sit beside her.

"Not so close!" she shouted.

"Gee, baby, you're really edgy." he said, and sat on the other end of
the couch.

Several minutes of silence passed before Ted took a bottle from his
pocket. "I brought a little something to toast the bride." he said, and
took a drink. He then held it out to Eva. "Your turn."

"You know I don't drink much." she snapped, hoping he hadn't smelled
her breath.

"You must not be very proud of what you're doing, won't even toast your
own marriage." He continued to hold the bottle at arm's length.

Eva took the bait, even though she suspected he just wanted to get her
drunk and have his way with her. "Oh shit!" she spat, and grabbed the
bottle. The toast turned into a long drink. She needed it; her nerves
were shot again. It warmed immediately in her belly and she burped, her
face turned red.

Ted laughed. "Good stuff, huh? That was for good luck. Now let's have
one in honor of Eva's wedding night." he said, and took another nip.

"That's cute." Eva said, giggling foolishly, and reaching out for the
bottle.

Ted slid halfway across the couch to hand it to her. The bottle went
quickly to her lips.

The small talk started then, about old times, things that had happened
since, the bottle going steadily back and forth. They both talked
inanely, knowing what the other was really thinking.

Finally the last swallow in the bottle arrived and Ted held it up to
her lips. Her head tilted back and she drained the bottle. Ted was
sitting very close to her now, and he had his arm tight around her
shoulders. Eva was drunk, and she knew she was drunk, and she liked his
arm around her. What harm could there be in that? They had been lovers
once.

Ted dropped the empty bottle to the floor and kissed her, kissed her
hard on the lips. Eva told herself that it meant nothing and let him
kiss her again. Somehow, she couldn't imagine how, her arms went around
him and her mouth was open receiving his tongue. She suckled hungrily
on the meaty thing, a feeling of wetness creeping between her legs as
if she needed to piss and couldn't quite hold it all.

"You mustn't, Ted, you mustn't, you mustn't." she moaned softly when
she felt his hand cupping her sweating breasts through her blouse.

"God, honey, I love you, I really do. I don't want you marrying someone
else." he said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

Eva grabbed his hand and pushed it away. "No, Ted, no." she cried,
taking his hand and laying it at her crotch outside her skirt. "Maybe
outside my clothes, but that's the limit."

Ted felt her heavy tits with one hand and groped futilely at her cunt
through her skirt. "Come on, honey. I love you so much. Let's do it for
old times' sake."

Eva knew it was bullshit. He didn't love her. He just wanted an easy
piece of ass. "No!" she said firmly.

They continued kissing. Ted's hand was back under her blouse and he
felt her mid section and then her tits, which hung loose and free under
her blouse. He cupped the swelling globes and she wished she had a bra
on. It excited her too much the way he fondled her bare tit and rolled
the nipple into a peak of hardness. His other hand felt the wet crotch
of her panties. She wondered how he'd sneaked under her skirt again.
She opened her legs a little and let him feel, her own hand playing
lightly over the hard lump in his trousers.

"Come on, honey, let's ball. I need you so bad, I'm starting to hurt."
Ted pleaded.

"No! Goddamn you, I said no!" Eva cried, jerking her hand off his
erection.

"Christ, honey, at least take it out and jack me off. I'm starting to
get the stone aches, and you know what they do to a guy. It ain't going
to hurt your fucking fianc‚ any for you to do that."

Eva bit at her lip until it hurt. She wanted very much to feel his
prick in her hand and maybe make it squirt its gooey jizz, up into the
air. Besides, what Ted had said was true. It wouldn't hurt John any if
all she did was hold it in her hand and play with it a little. It
wasn't like she had never felt his cock before. She had jacked him off
many, many times, and loved it.

She slowly pulled down the zipper. She hesitated for an instant, and
then slid her hand inside. His cock came out long, and hard, just the
way she remembered it. She started pumping up and down, the angry head
bulging redly just above her fist.

Eva's hand moved faster, and she wondered if she could go fast enough
to make it squirt up to her face. She blushed, thinking if she leaned
her head a little, the monster might spit right against her lips, and
if she opened her mouth ...

Eva thrilled to her lewd thoughts, thrilled to the feel of his
wonderful throbbing cock in her hand again. It was so hot and so hard
and so alive. She loved it. She knew she didn't love Ted anymore, but
she loved his prick, and the thought crossed her mind that maybe she
could love any man's prick.

Her legs had spread wider as she masturbated him, and his hand had
crept under her panties and was fondling her cunt, two of his fingers
slowly moving in and out between the wet, puffy lips. Her cunt was on
fire and she squirmed against his fingers, the rising sensation almost
blurring her obligation to John. Almost.

Ted could tell she was hot and wanted to fuck, but she still refused to
let him screw her. Ted knew what would change her mind; it had worked
when all else had failed that first time she spread her legs and let
him fuck her, and it had worked every time she was reluctant for a
whole summer--go down on her and she would flip.

It felt so good with her hand on his cock that he hated to stop her,
but he didn't want to come in her hand. He wanted to come in her cunt
and wanted to prove to himself that he could fuck her any time he
wanted to, even now that she was engaged. He wanted her to get married
so he could prove he was right and fuck her then, too.

She squealed with disapproval when he jerked from her, pulling his
throbbing flesh from her grasp. She felt giddy and light-headed and
completely out of control of the situation when he quickly pushed her
legs apart and dropped to his knees, his lips going to the soft, tender
flesh of her thigh. She moaned in protest, her legs opening wider, as
he kissed upwards.

"Oh, Jesus, Teddy, don't do that ... it feels so good! I love it so
much!" she cried when, his mouth met the soggy crotch of her panties.

She begged him to stop what he was doing and lifted her ass up so he
could skin her panties down. Her legs closed to let them go over her
knees and down her thighs, and sprung back open the instant they
cleared her feet. She grasped his head and pulled him back between her
legs. He pulled back to her knees, raining wet kisses on the inside of
her thighs, his upward climb agonizingly slow.

"You bastard, you dirty bastard." she groaned, "kiss me there, way up
high ... suck me, suck me off!"

When he got to her succulent pussy, he lingered, kissing and tonguing
the little hollows and grooves that were laden with perspiration and
the slick juices from her cunt. He went from one leg to the other,
tasting of her delicious flow.

"Eat me ... eat me, Ted! I'll do anything you want if you make me
come!" she screamed.

Ted lifted his head. "Anything?" he said.

"Anything." she cried, pushing his head back into her crotch.

He parted the wet hair with his fingers and pushed his tongue into the
deep cleft between her cuntlips, swabbing the length and then back
again and finally curling it into her juicy cunt hole.

"Oh, Ted ... Ted, it feels so good! Don't ever stop!" She hunched
against his mouth each time his tongue probed in, her hands holding his
head firmly in place. "I've missed this, honey, I really have. I didn't
realize how much I need you."

Ted slid his tongue up to her clit. His mouth was getting tired and he
wanted to get her off. She squealed and moaned, her breath coming in
deep sobbing gasps as his coarse tongue moved back and forth across her
sensitive button. She grunted like an animal and went stiff when her
sensations peaked and sent the sexual thrill deep in her gut. It
rocketed to her alcohol-fogged brain and she slipped into semi-
consciousness and imagined she was in heaven. To be drunk and feeling
good all over and then to come, to orgasm, to get your gun like you
never got it before was heaven, she decided. It must be one long
drunken sexual orgy; to stay potted all the time while getting sucked
or fucked or some such thing. God, that had to be heaven.

Ted knew she had had a good one and stood up, his cock jutting straight
out of his pants. "Okay, baby, and now for that anything you promised."
he said.

Eva came down off her climax slowly, her eyes glassy and a stupid,
satisfied grin on her lips. "Oh, Teddy darling, that was wonderful. You
made me come so hard." she said, her eyes fixed hungrily on his rearing
prong. "As a reward, I'll do something you always wanted me to do, but
I never would."

She placed her hands on his hips and her head moved forward, her
precious lips opening in a perfect oval. His throbbing cock slid easily
into her mouth. It was only her second time, and it thrilled her more
than she thought it would, even though she had imagined it happening
again ever since the old man. It felt all spongy and alive and hot and
she took it deeper.

"Oh Christ!" Ted groaned, "You never would do this before." He had
really wanted to fuck her, but this was too good, and he decided to
hold her in place and shoot his cum all the way to her stomach. She had
his cock all the way in her mouth, the head shoved deep into the
confines of her throat and he knew he would be quick in coming.

Eva thought she would gag with him in so deep, but she didn't. It was
too thrilling, too exciting. He was fucking her throat like it was her
cunt, and she thought she might come again. And then she felt him
stiffen and ram deeper. She wanted to pull away--he was coming! She let
him hold her tight to his groin until his coarse pubic hair was
plastered against her face. She wanted his jizz in her mouth and down
her throat.

The throbbing prick exploded and a huge gob of wet, slick cum invaded
her throat. More poured out as he fucked her face until his cock backed
up into her mouth. It was hot-tasting and salty. She swallowed the jism
and sucked for more until the last, long string oozed down her throat.

When he pulled his fat cock from her throat, she came again, not
violently like when he sucked her, but a slow, satisfying come like she
had never before experienced.

Ted stood gasping, his cock leaking onto her bare breasts. "You never
did that before, baby. Goddamn, that was good!"

"Do you want to fuck me now?" Eva said softly, wanting him to fuck her
now.

"What with?" he giggled. "This piece of spaghetti?" His cock was
hanging like an old inner tube.

The sound of footsteps on the porch sent Eva to her feet. "My God, Ted,
it's mom and dad home from the movies."

Ted stuffed himself in and fumbled hastily at the zipper on his pants.

"Ted, they can't find you in here with me alone. It won't look right,
and you know my dad."

"Indeed I do." Ted cried. He had gotten more than one ass chewing from
her old man just for bringing her home a little late. He was wild man
when he was mad. "I better get out the back door."

"They'll see you in the hall. Quick, into my bedroom. We'll turn the
lights out and they'll think I'm asleep. You can slip out after they go
to bed."

Ted dashed for her room. Eva followed, then stopped, went back and
grabbed her panties from the floor, also the half-empty jug from the
couch. She heard her father's voice in the hall. Her heart pounded
wildly when at last she pushed the door to her room closed behind her.

Ted lay down on the floor on the far side of the bed, his heart beating
a tattoo against his chest. Her sonofabitchin' old man would kill him
if he found him in here.

Eva crossed the room quietly and crawled onto her bed and under the
covers.

They heard quiet talking for a while, and then a soft rap on the door.
The door opened and her father looked in. "She's sound asleep." he
said, and closed the door.

A gasp of relief dribbled wetly from Ted's trembling lips. With effort
he calmed his shaking body and finally lay quietly in the darkness.

Eva's hand crept over the edge of the bed and found his face.

"Come up in bed with me." she said.

"Are you out of your mind?" Ted hissed.

"He won't come back." she reassured him. "It's more comfortable up here
with me."

Ted lay still for several minutes listening to her heavy breathing and
finally got to his knees. His hands searched for her under the covers.
They found her. She was naked, and she was playing with herself. She
felt his hand on her belly and reached up and pulled it into her hairy
crotch.

"Fuck me, Ted." she said softly, nuzzling his fingers into her cunt.

"Are you kidding?" he said. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get it
up again, besides, I'm getting the hell out of here."

"You'd better wait a little while to be sure they're asleep. Come on up
here with me."

He reluctantly got up and crawled under the covers, clothes, shoes and
all. Her hand went immediately to his fly and unzipped. He was soft and
limp, even in her warm, moving hand.

"Ouch! You got the hair caught in the goddamn zipper." he cried,
pulling away from her.

"You talk a little different, now that you've had your way."

"You pulled it all out of me, baby."

"I sure did, didn't I?" she said proudly. "Kiss me."

"Not after what you did."

Eva sat bolt upright. "After what I did?" she cried.

"You sucked me off, kid. You're a cocksucker."

"You dirty bastard. You said you'd never call me that when you used to
beg me to do it to you."

"Well, you sucked my cock. Didn't you?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then you're a cocksucker. Plain and simple."

"You rotten son-of-a-bitch." she cried, her voice getting shrill and
loud.

"Shut up or you'll get your old man in here."

"Like hell I'll shut up-"

He pulled her back down and kissed her, anything to close her yapping
mouth. She relaxed immediately, her bare leg going over his hip. He
felt a stirring in his loins.

"I'm getting the hell out of here. I'm too young to die." he said,
struggling out of her grasp and onto his feet.

He eluded her lunge and went around the bed and gently opened the door.
It looked clear so he tiptoed down the hall to the front door. It
opened quietly and he was outside before he realized she was right
behind him. She followed him across the porch and down the steps, where
he finally stopped and turned.

"Christ, Eva, get back in the house. You're bare ass naked!"

She threw her arms around his neck. "Don't leave me now, Teddy. I need
a fuck!" she cried.

"Get away from me, you nutty broad. You're drunk and all screwed up."
He struggled to get away from her, but she clung to his neck. They were
almost to the street when he finally went down in the grass, flat on
his back with Eva on top of him.

"Now I've got you, Ted Baxter, and I'm going to fuck you." she said,
her hand tearing at his fly.

It was a bright, clear moonlit night with the crisp coldness of winter
nearing. She looked like a sex goddess bathed in the pale yellow
moonlight.

Ted looked at her heavy tits and then down at his crotch where his cock
was rising from his open fly. It was hard as a iron bar.

"Okay, baby, fuck me." he said, "Fuck me right out here in the street
where all your neighbors can watch."

She groaned, pointing his prick toward her cunt, and slowly let her
weight down on him. His cock sunk to the hilt in her wet cunt. She lay
across him and started humping, lifting up until he was almost out and
then back down to engulf his cock all the way.

"God, Ted, it's so good, just like old times. Let's go all the way,
even if I'm not on the pill now. Fill me up with your spunk and make me
a baby. God, make me a baby! Shove it into me, Ted... fuck me, fuck
me, knock me up you bastard! It feels so damn good, honey!"

Ted agreed, it did feel damn good. Her cunt seemed to open and close
around his cock without ever letting go. "Are you really going to marry
this John guy? He's a jerk." Ted said.

Eva wished for a minute that she had his cock in her mouth so she could
bite it for saying such an ugly thing. "Yes." she moaned, "yes, he's my
true love." She increased her speed, feeling her orgasm near, her whole
body tingling at the expectation.

"You don't have a true love, unless it's a hard cock, any hard cock.
You're a little slut, Eva, a cock-hungry slut and you'll never be
faithful to him." Ted said, feeling the jolt nearing in his own balls.

He's just trying to hurt me because I'm marrying someone else, she
thought, his cock filling her with a thrilling excitement. And I will
be faithful to my husband, I know I will. Ted is just jealous.

"Stop for a minute, Ted. I don't want you to come yet." she said, lying
perfectly still. "Let's roll over so you'll be on top. I want you to be
fucking me hard when you come, and I want it all inside me."

They rolled over, the cold grass sending chills up her spine. "Fuck me
hard, honey, it's the last time for us." she said, throwing her legs up
around him.

"Last time, my ass." Ted growled, ramming roughly into her. "I'll bet
that the first time I see you after your marriage you'll open your legs
to me."

"You'll lose, Ted. I won't ever cheat once I'm married." she said,
rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. "What do you want to bet?"

"I'll bet ... I'll bet a good cunt-lapping against a first class blow-
job like you gave me earlier."

"You bastard, you can't lose a bet like that." she giggled, "But you're
on, it's a bet. Oooooh, honey, fuck me. ... faster, I'm about to come!"

The thought of Ted mouthing her cunt after she was married was bringing
her off, even though she knew she would never let him do such a thing.
And she imagined she could still taste his stringy cum in her mouth and
what it would taste like if she lost her bet, which she wouldn't, and
started coming. She jerked wildly, little grunts of pleasure slipping
from her lips as the heavenly feeling that she needed so much now tore
into her quivering belly.

Ted felt her cunt tighten around his prick and started coming, his jizz
splashing into her cunt. Eva felt the wet stuff filling her and came
again.

"Oh, Ted, that was wonderful. I love you, darling." she moaned, still
hunching against him.

Ted jerked out. "Sure you do, baby. Like so much shit." he sneered.
"You love my hard cock, that's what you love." He got to his feet and
tucked himself away, carefully zipping up his pants.

"Next time I'm in town, I'll drop by when your husband is gone and fuck
you again ... for old times' sake. And if I feel up to it afterwards
I'll collect my bet." He walked down the street to where his car was
parked and drove away.

Eva lay on the damp grass for several minutes before she felt the icy
cold against her bare backside. She got to her feet and went back into
the house.

In the safety of her room, she started to cry, deciding that Ted was a
real bastard, a first class son-of-a-bitch. He had used her, used her
for his own male gratification. She was an innocent pawn, raped and
defiled, unfit to enter her marriage dressed in white.

She found the half-empty jug and lay down on her bed and took a long
drink. It was hot and raw, burning all the way down; she took another.
Too much whiskey did strange things to her. Her mind seemed disjointed
and fuzzy, unable to separate the real from the fantasy. She opened her
legs and nudged the thick lip of the whiskey bottle into her cunt. She
hunched eagerly against the cold, glass, prick-like thing and wondered
what John was doing, certain that he hadn't spent the evening like she
had.

The bottle came from her cunt to her mouth and she took another long
pull on its contents. She found her pussy again and pushed the long
glass cock back into her cunt.

"Oh, honey, that's nice ... feels so good." she moaned. Deeper and
deeper it went.

The tears came back to her eyes and she wondered why a nice boy like
Ted Baxter would force his way into her parents' home and rape her on
the eve of her wedding, rape her like a wild beast, force her against
her will to behave like a wanton slut.

Her hand was moving rapidly now, the bottle deep in her hairy cunt.
"Oh, Teddy, darling, that feels so good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,
fuck me ... never stop ... make me come!" she cried.

Her orgasm started hard and ended hard, sending her body into a spasm
of pleasure. "Oh, goddamn, I love that feeling!" she screamed, the last
of the whiskey draining from the bottle into her soggy cunt.

Chapter 4

The wedding was small but lavish, a good deal more expensive than Art
Goodwin could afford, but he only had one daughter to give and she was
marrying a rich man. He had his pride.

The bride was beautiful, and she wore a gown cut low at the bodice and
done in white lace. Her huge, innocent blue eyes proved her virginity;
her sensuous, cherry-red lips told it was a lie. She was badly
hungover, too, but that didn't show.

A select few attended the wedding, but the reception held at the
Richardson mansion was a throng of sweating, talking bodies, most of
them friends of the Richardsons. After all, John Richardson had finally
taken a wife, a gorgeous young creature who was the picture of
innocence and virginity. Of course, even pictures lie sometimes.

In the reception line, where Eva was well kissed, she wished her gown
hadn't been so low cut. Her ample tits squeezed up into the scoop
neckline as though both boobies wanted out, and the homage paid by most
of the men and even some of the women seemed directed to the deep
valley lying between the smooth hills. Later, on the dance floor, she
wished it was cut even lower. The look in a man's eye that was kindled
by a fat, smooth pair of tits turned her on, and she was realizing more
and more that she liked to be turned on.

Eva fantasized about the men as they kissed her. The best man kissed
her lightly on the cheek, yet she was sure he would be fan-fucking-
tastic in bed. The pretty boy who had taken Nina home from the shower
held her cheeks in his palms and kissed her hard on the mouth, but he
was surely a phony gigolo, maybe even a queer. And then there was
Mosely Price III, Nina's husband, a big, ugly brute of a man, yet
excitingly masculine; he kissed her on the mouth, too, and had the
audacity to use his tongue. She chided herself because it excited her.
Yet the biggest surprise, was her newly acquired sister-in-law, Nina,
who took Eva's hand and placed it on her swelling tummy and then kissed
her on the lips, her tongue gliding softly softly out for an instant.
"I think I like you, after all." Nina whispered.

When the line ended, her mother-in-law patted her on the cheek and her
father-in-law held her soft hands and kissed her lightly on the
opposite cheek. The dirty, hypocritical old goat, Eva thought, feeling
his finger slide back and forth against her palm.

With the preliminaries out of the way, the champagne flowed. Several
brimming glassfuls did wonders for Eva's hangover. It made her feel
good, and sensual, and desirable, and she wished her bodice was even
lower. She liked to be admired by male eyes.

There was a grand march, and then the first dance with her husband. He
held her tightly and told her he loved her. She told him she loved him,
too, and would make him a good wife. And then she danced with her
father-in-law Joseph, who pinned a hundred-dollar bill to her snow
white gown and kissed her, this time on the lips. After that, it was a
mad whirl, a glass of champagne and a dance with another man and then
another glass of bubbly. By the time Mosely Price III got his turn, her
gown was covered with green bills. She smiled foolishly and her
lipstick was badly smeared.

He pinned a five-hundred-dollar bill on the swell of her left breast,
his fingers drifting momentarily onto the soft skin and into the deep
cleft. "I've been saving this for you, honey, ever since I first saw
you. And you're going to be worth every cent." he said, pulling her
into his arms.

Eva was sure she knew what he meant and blushed, and then rejected the
idea completely. As they danced she imagined she could feel his heavy
cock against her thigh through the lace and many petticoats, and tried
to reject that, too. But that was more difficult to reject, because she
could feel his prick--it was long and it was hard, and it excited her.

For some strange reason, not even known to herself, she had worn no
panties or underwear of any kind under her wedding gown and she felt
the moisture from her twitching cunt wetting the insides of her thighs.
When the music stopped she curtsied low, and Mose Price looked
flagrantly down the front of her gown. She looked wickedly into his
eyes and without thinking, said, "Do you like what you see?"

"Very much," he replied, "only I want to see more, much more."

"Perhaps ... another time, another place." she said carelessly.

Eva knew she was being foolish, but the champagne had made her feel so
giddy, and besides, a little harmless flirting was a girl's right, even
on her wedding day. He would know she was just teasing and meant
nothing by it. She was a married woman now and off limits to all these
drooling men. It did thrill her, though, to think that she could excite
them so much.

And then it was time to go, time to change from her white gown and flee
with her husband to consummate her marriage, a ritual that little Eva
was more than ready for. Nina was to help her get ready, but Nina was
nowhere to be found.

"She went up to lie down. The poor darling was exhausted from all the
excitement--her condition, you know." a fat, matronly aunt told her,
giving her a good imitation of a bear hug. "She said she will be in
your room and just to rouse her. Would you like for me to come with
you?"

"No, thank you. I'll find her." Eva said.

Eva raced up the circular stairway and down the long hall to the room
where her trousseau was waiting. Nina wasn't there. Eva bit at her
lower lip; where could Nina be? She knew she could never get ready in
her condition, and then she heard the sounds from the adjoining room.
The door was ajar. She stepped to the door and found Nina.

Nina wasn't lying down. She was on all fours. And she certainly wasn't
exhausted, not yet at least. She was getting fucked ... bare ass naked
on all four getting fucked doggy-style.

The pretty young gigolo that Eva had thought might be gay, was also
naked, and he was on his knees behind Nina, sawing his long, hard cock
slowly in and out of her juicy cunt. He lunged in to the hilt and then
pulled out until only the head was lodged, only to slowly push all the
way in again. Nina moaned loudly each time he went in and then again
when he pulled out. His cock was very long.

"My God." Eva mumbled softly, "his prick is so long. It ... it must
feel wonderful." She swallowed hard, a tingly lump of excitement
forming in her belly, and she felt wet and sticky between her thighs.
"Oh, my God." she said again.

The gigolo was slumped over her now, fucking hard, his arms around her,
a fat drooping tit in each hand. Nina grunted and hunched back against
his every thrust.

"Fuck me, Dougie, fuck me hard." Nina cried. "Make me come, honey,
please make me come ... I want to come so bad." She was rocking back
and forth on her hands and knees like a wooden hobby horse in full
tilt. "I love it so ... I'm hot for it all the time now. The pregnanter
I get, the hotter I get! Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me, make me come!
Oh, sweet Jesus Christ, do it faster, faster ... I'm getting close!"

Eva was so enthralled by the wild sight that she didn't hear Mose Price
come up behind her. He reached around her from behind and cupped her
breasts in his big hands.

"Wild, huh?" Mosely said, forcing two fingers into the front of her
gown. "The most exciting thing in the world is to watch a beautiful
woman in rut."

Eva couldn't turn, he held her too tightly, but she knew who it was.
"She ... she's your wife, and she's pregnant." Eva gasped.

"Yes." Mose said. His two fingers were caressing her nipple. It grew
hard and hot.

She tried to jerk free and failed. "Mose, please let me go. John will
be waiting. I have to get ready for my honeymoon."

"Your honeymoon has already started, honey." Mose said. He pushed her
blonde locks to the side and pressed his mouth to her neck. Eva gasped,
her round little ass going back against his groin.

Mose pushed the strap off one of her shoulders and forced the front of
her gown over her breast. The scanty uplift bra offered little
restraint and the soft globe popped free. The nipple stood out dark and
hard.

"Mose, stop ... stop. You'll tear my gown." Eva cried.

"Not if you stop struggling." he answered, one hand cupping her free
tit, the other pushing the opposite strap off her shoulder.

She had stopped struggling the moment his big hand had cupped her
breast.

He had both of her tits free now, her gown and bra pushed down to her
waist, her hands pinned to her sides by the straps. He nuzzled at her
neck and shoulder, both of his hands gently massaging her heaving
breasts.

"You're so lovely, Eva. I've wanted you from the instant John brought
you into this house. We've got to do it. I have to be the first of your
married life."

Eva turned her head and Mose's lips met hers. It was awkward, yet a
deep and satisfying kiss. She jerked her mouth free. "No, Mose, no! We
mustn't." she cried, knowing her resistance was all but gone.

She tried to drown the consuming fire between her legs by looking into
the next room. It didn't help; Nina was obviously coming. She was
jerking wildly and crying out and the drool was running from her mouth.

"She's coming, Eva. Look at her! She loves it, and you will too." Mose
whispered, hunching against her ass. "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 g1ans.

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
g1ans 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.

Chapter 5

The newlyweds got into their car, which had been carefully hidden, and
roared from the garage, making a clean getaway. Eva watched him gear
the powerful machine down to drive carefully through the heavy city
traffic, but once on the freeway he mashed his foot to the floor. The
sleek automobile went quickly to ninety.

They were to spend their honeymoon at a posh, very selective resort
hotel in the mountains a hundred or so miles from the city, and John
was in a hurry. He had bottled his urges long enough, and now that she
was his, the bed that awaited them seemed much too far away.

The low slung sports car was made for speed, and at a hundred and ten,
the outside world was nothing more than a blur. John seemed like a
different man behind the wheel, no longer the conservative, intense
young lawyer.

The combination of too much champagne and too much speed excited Eva
terribly and she felt isolated belted to her bucket seat by herself.

"If that damn console wasn't in the way, I'd be all over you, John
Richardson." she cried, reaching out to grip his thigh.

"If I had known that, I'd have ripped it out before we left." he said.
He noticed the flushed look on her face and knew the speed was exciting
her; it had always worked on other girls, why not Eva? He took his foot
from the accelerator. "I'll stop and take the top off. It's more
exciting that way.

John steered onto the soft shoulder and slammed on the brakes, the car
fishtailing and chewing dirt for fifty feet. Eva's heart pounded; she
had never ridden in a car so fast or stopped so recklessly.

"Unbuckle and stretch your legs, honey. This will take a few minutes."
he said.

John was not quite the prim, mousy creature that he had led Eva to
believe. He had used his money and manners and good looks to lay quite
a few chicks along the way, usually when he was out of town. But none
of them had affected him like Eva. She seemed so pure and sweet, so
damn untouchable. It had only been in the past few days that he had
begun to suspect any differently. Things he had heard--which he refused
to listen to--and then little mannerisms and things she said herself.
Perhaps she wasn't quite the pure little cherry that he had been
holding up there on that pedestal. So what? He still loved her and
could forgive and forget any foolish transgressions she had committed
before they met. After all, he hadn't been perfect himself.

He finished with the top and got in his seat. Eva crawled into her seat
on her knees and, leaning across the inhibiting console, put her arms
around his neck and started kissing the side of his face. The gear
shift pressed into her just below her belly button and felt like a hard
cock with a massive head. The knob ground into her belly, making her
hotter. She let one hand slide down his chest and over his stomach to
his crotch. "I want you, mister." she said.

"I want you, too, but we're less than an hour from the hotel. We can
wait until then." John said.

They kissed passionately, and somehow the knob on the gear shift got
under Eva's dress between her thighs. She pressed herself against the
hard intruder, moaning into her husband's mouth. The knob spread her
cuntlips and pushed the thin panties deep into her slit.

"Oh, darling, I'm so hot. I want you so much." she hissed.

John was hot too, his hard-on pressing against her hand. He wanted her
so bad he was beginning to hurt, yet he held back, afraid to discover
too soon that she wasn't the virgin he had once thought. And if she
knew how to get into a position to take his cock in a car this small,
well ... she knew too damn much, and he didn't want to know.

"Sit back down and buckle up." he snapped.

She gulped and pulled away, letting the gear shift knob slide through
her wet slit. Breathing hard and within inches of an orgasm, she
settled into her seat and hooked the buckle on her safety belt. Damn
him, she thought, if he doesn't want it, he could have at least let me
finish myself off on his car.

The dirt and gravel flew for a hundred yards as the machine ripped back
onto the I pavement. It snapped Eva's head back like a solid punch on
the jaw. When they entered the foothills that would soon turn to ragged
mountains they were going over a hundred miles an hour. Eva sobbed with
excitement as the powerful racer cornered the ever increasing curves.

John looked at his bride and grinned knowingly. He was beginning to
like the idea that maybe she wasn't the prudish little cherry that he
had thought. "If you want a real kick, open the little vent there in
front of you and then slide down a little and pull your pants off. At
this speed, it really feels good." he shouted above the howling wind.

Eva looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled
open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she
unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under
her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her
skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the
restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up.
She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting
panties off, and then opened her knees. John got his first look at his
wife's delicious muff.

She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the
fluffy mess of soft hair.

"I like that, John, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at
this speed." she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.

"A hundred and eighteen." he corrected.

They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. John hit the brakes and
jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt,
inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot
drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the
tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the
last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.

"That was a close one!" John said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard
his knuckles were bone white.

Eva had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping
through clenched teeth. "Oh, John!" she cried, "I'm ... I'm wetting
myself!"

He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat,
and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any
situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.

"Don't hold it back, let it go." he cried.

She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. "I'm done now. My legs are
all wet and I made a mess of the car." she said.

"Eva, you're marvelous." he said.

They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine
haze just a couple of miles away. John slowed to seventy-five and
banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and
slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.

The doorman stood aghast. John got out calmly, walked around the car,
and opened Eva's door. The doorman stared. "Pull down your skirt,
dear." John said. He turned to the doorman. "Send our baggage to our
rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that
last turn." he said, then taking Eva's hand, "Come along, dear."

The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Eva had ever imagined. She
gawked open-mouthed.

"Close your mouth, dear." John said, and went up to the desk. "John
Richardson here. My key, please." he said to the clerk. The clerk, his
mouth open, handed John his key. John took Eva's hand and led her to
the elevator.

The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth
and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall
entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an
elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony
was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge
shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could
plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.

Eva took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe.
She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.

"Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing." she said, turning to her
husband, who was standing in the door grinning. "I feel all sticky ...
you know where."

"No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later." he said.

"But John, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy." she giggled.

John stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He
unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth.
"I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and
fuck you." he said.

Eva pulled free of his grasp. "John! You're awful." she cried, and
blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was
supposed to blush. "You'll have to catch me first." she squealed, and
rushed past him and out the door.

He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her
shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing
had happened with Mose earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the
same tiny uplift bra, too.

John buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and
firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an
effort to get at her nipples.

"Take it off, John, take off my bra." she moaned.

After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped
free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her
dress to cup her bare pussy.

Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were
on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed
again, wondering what they would think at the garage.

He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and
then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at
him.

"I can't open my legs like this." she said.

He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the
floor. "You can now!"

She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying
desperately to look shy and inexperienced. John stared at her luxuriant
muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs
went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in
his arms.

"Eva, Eva, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful." he gasped,
pressing his mouth to hers. "I've waited so long for this."

"I know." she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his
shirt.

Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her
other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to
reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to
appear too forward, too experienced.

He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at
his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger
than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering
her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need
to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild
lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.

"Take it out," he said curtly, "take it out and feel it."

Eva buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The
blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and
wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It
was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she
thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She
held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her
resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.

He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. "Pull it
out, baby, I need you now!" he cried.

She tugged his cock out. "Take off your pants. I need you, too!" she
exclaimed.

"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me--your turn
will come later."

And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her
cunt peeling back his foreskin. Eva moaned and lifted to meet his
thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for
her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her.

As he sunk deeper, Mose and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at
hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a ... and oh, God, I
love it so." she mumbled incoherently.

She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits
flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this
air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt
the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.

"Go ahead, come. I want to feel it." she gasped, already near her own
orgasm.

"No! I don't want to..."

She locked her legs behind his thighs and pulled him back in. "Come,
dammit, come!" she rasped.

He came with a grunt, his cum spurting into her cunt in wild,
uncontrolled gobs. She felt the wetness and humped against him, but he
was wiped out and she didn't quite make it.

John knew she didn't make it. After all, it's the first time for us
together, not separately, he thought. What does she expect? He rolled
off of her and lay on his back, inhaling huge gulps of air, afraid to
look at her, not wanting to see the look of disappointment he was sure
was on her face. Unless a man is sure of himself, he shouldn't marry a
slut, he thought. Already she was a slut, and he knew nothing of her
past.

Eva snuggled close to him, her hand sliding across his belly. "I love
you, John." she said.

"What . . . " he muttered.

Her hand went to his crotch. She grasped his slippery, still half-hard
prick. "You're so big, honey. It felt so good in there."

He rolled to his side and took her in his arms. "Oh, baby, I love you."
he said. "I'm sorry I came so quick. I just couldn't hold it. I've
wanted you so long."

"I know. And it's all right. I almost made it, and we have so many
times ahead of us." She looked at him and wondered if she should say
it. "You're a good fucker, Johnny, a really good fucker." she said.

He kissed her hard, forgetting that she was a slut. She made him feel
ten feet tall, and he was a good fucker. He was just over anxious this
time.

"I have to take a leak." he said.

She held his cock so it pointed straight up. Go ahead." she said.

"You mean right here?" he said.

"Right here. You watched me, now it's my turn to watch you."

John relaxed and let it go. The heavy stream arched up into the air and
fell back onto his belly, onto her hand, onto the bed. They started
laughing and he pissed some more. It excited Eva to watch a man piss,
and even more so when she held his dong while he did it.

They took a bath together and dressed and went down to dinner. They
followed dessert with a couple of drinks. "Should I have some champagne
sent up to our room?" John asked.

"No, I think ... I think I'd rather have Scotch. Champagne makes me
pee." she said.

They went into fits of giggling and everyone in the dining room stared.

"I'm glad we didn't get killed back there on that curve. We'd have
missed all this." John said.

"Me, too." Eva said.

When they got back to their suite, it was only seven o'clock. An
elaborate bar had already been set up with liquor of all kinds,
especially lots of expensive Scotch.

They had a drink and then John got restless. "Let's go for a walk. I
need to work that big meal down. I'm not used to eating so heavily at
night." John said.

"I am." Eva said. "I like the heavy, drowsy feeling it gives me. You go
ahead and take your walk. Maybe I'll take a little nap while you're
gone.

"You're sure you don't mind?" he asked.

"Mind? I insist." she answered.

After he had gone, Eva looked at the bed and saw the stained spread.
She grabbed it by one corner and gave it a jerk, letting it fall in a
heap on the floor. "We don't need this thing, anyway. He'll find a way
to keep me warm." She flopped onto the bed.

She tried, but couldn't sleep and finally got up and went to the bar
and mixed herself a strong Scotch and water with no ice. The liquor
warmed her immediately. She liked the feeling and quickly finished the
drink. She made herself another and stepped onto the balcony.

Sounds from the pool drifted in the thin mountain air. She went to the
edge and looked down at the dozen or so people in and around the pool.
It struck her how safe and secure she was in her ivory tower above them
all, and then she took off her blouse, and then her bra. It thrilled
her to think that if anyone looked up they could see her. She removed
her panties and lifted her skirt to the cool evening air. It was very
exciting.

She went back inside and mixed her third drink, leaving her skirt on
the floor behind the bar. She slipped into a pair of heels and put on a
short, frilly dressing gown. It was sheer and very close to see-
through. She was pleasantly drunk now, and wondered when John would
return.

There was a knock at the door and she giggled. "The silly boy forgot
his key." she said. She quickly downed her drink and went to the door,
swaying slightly.

It was a bellboy.

"What-what do you want?" she said, a blush burning her cheeks.

"I-I-I," the boy stammered.

Eva felt the excitement churning inside her body. "Well?" she said,
trying to sound stern.

"I-I was just checking to see if there was anything you needed." he
said.

"No." Eva said, "not right now, anyway."

The boy stood and looked at her. Eva knew her cherry nipples were
plainly in view, especially the way they were thrusting out all hard
and excited. And her precious hairy mound was there for him to look at,
too; maybe a little indistinct and wispy, but it was there.

"You're staring." she said.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I ... well." he sputtered.

He called her ma'am. She giggled. He was only eighteen or nineteen, the
same as she, and he called her ma'am. "You'll have to go. My husband
will be back soon." she said.

The boy's face was red, and he turned to leave.

"Wait!" Eva cried.

The boy turned back to face the door. Eva took the bottom of her gown
and lifted it up above her navel. He stared at her displayed cunt. She
slammed the door shut, her heart pounding with wild excitement.

She went to the bar and poured some Scotch into her glass, her hand
shaking, and then went to the bed and sat down.

"The nervy little bastard! He just stood there and stared at me." she
said. One of her hands had crept between her thighs. She felt the
wetness and pushed a finger into her cunt. "He was kind of cute,
though."

She finished the Scotch and took off the gown and lay back on the bed.
She lay on her back with her knees up and her feet squarely on the bed
and masturbated slowly. As the delicious tendrils of sexual excitement
moved through her belly, she decided not to tell John what had
happened; he might not understand.

When John returned she was lying naked on the bed. He looked at her all
spread out and felt a thrill. The urge to do something he never had,
but had wanted to, hit him. He wanted to kiss her pussy. She was asleep
and would never know. It was a perverted thing to do, but he wanted to
desperately, and she would be none the wiser.

He eased to his knees at the foot of the bed. Creeping up over the bed,
he gently opened her legs and lowered his lips to her thigh. It was
terribly thrilling and he started kissing first one thigh and then the
other, pushing her legs farther apart as he moved upwards.

"Ummmm." Eva moaned, instinctively lifting her ass from the bed. She
had passed out, but the feel of a man's lips near her pussy started her
juices flowing. Her cunt came open like the petals of a flower, ready
to receive his tongue.

John smelled the delicious aroma of sex and slid his tongue into the
narrow groove where her legs joined her torso. He wetted it freely and
then moved across her puffy cuntlips to the groove on the other side.
Eva's cuntlips were already open and waiting when he finally slid his
tongue into the deep cleft. It was wet and slippery in there and strong
to the taste.

Eva's hips started moving with his licking and she was moaning softly,
her hands coming down to tangle in his thick head of hair.

My God, she likes it; the little slut likes it, John thought. Nice
girls aren't supposed to even know about things like this, let alone
enjoy it. He disregarded the fact that he was enjoying it, too, and
that he was the one who had his mouth glued to her cunt.

And then she was coming. He knew she was coming--her ass lifted from
the bed, her legs clamped against his face, she was moaning and crying
out. Eva was coming from the stimulation of his tongue, and she was
coming hard. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy and sucked in
the juices flowing from her cunt.

When she went limp, he raised to his feet. He stood beside the bed,
grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face up to his. "Kiss me, you
cunt." he said, pressing his slime covered mouth against hers. Her eyes
remained closed, her body limp.

"You're drunk, dead drunk." he cried. "You got loaded while I was
gone!"

Her eyes fluttered open. "Loaded, got loaded, she muttered. "Need
'nother drink, honey. Get Eva 'nother drink."

"I'll give you a drink, you bitch." John snarled, tearing open his fly.
His prick was hard and rearing. He looked down, almost surprised that
he was stiff. "If you want something to drink, take this and maybe it
will give you something." He held her up by her hair and prodded at her
lips with his cock.

Her mouth opened to his cock, her arms closing around his thighs. The
head of his cock slipped easily into her mouth, and she instinctively
started sucking, her tongue pulling his foreskin back off the head. It
seemed a rich man like John Richardson could afford to be circumcised,
she thought, although she liked it this way. His cock had such a strong
taste and it was so pleasurable to push his foreskin back and reveal
the crimson head all naked and alive.

Eva's numbed brain knew she was sucking a cock and she knew the reward
for sucking a cock was what she wanted--the hot, sometimes salty, taste
of jizz. One arm released its grip on his leg and her hand found his
prick. She started masturbating the portion of his prick that wasn't in
her mouth.

"You filthy bitch," John stormed, "you want me to come in your mouth,
you filthy, drunken bitch!" He had intended to piss in her mouth, but
his hard-on wouldn't let him. And then he wanted to come in her mouth,
wanted to come in her mouth, wanted to look down on her and watch her
swallow the cum that poured from the end of his cock, wanted to see her
degrade herself by drinking his sexual juice.

Eva felt his cock grow rigid and push deeper into her mouth; her reward
was at hand. And then his cum filled her mouth, gob after gob spurting
wildly into her precious gullet. She swallowed and sucked for more
while he scoffed at her with filthy words and fucked into her mouth
like it was the cunt of a whore.

He pulled free of her suctioning mouth and looked down at his prick. It
was still standing erect from his trousers. Eva fell back on the bed,
her mouth opening and closing. He wanted to smash his fist into her
face, but he went to the bar instead and poured whiskey into a glass.

"Here's your drink, you slut, you filthy cocksucker." he said, again
lifting her by her hair. He put the glass to her lips and she gulped
convulsively, her hands coming up to grip the glass.

"Fuck me, John. I'm so hot. Fuck me now and make me come." she said
over the rim of the glass.

She remained upright when he let go of her hair, holding the glass to
her lips, gulping at its fiery contents. When it was empty she fell
back, the glass falling to her belly and rolling off onto the bed and
then to the floor.

John had his pants and shorts off by then and he looked down at her
spread-eagled and ready. He felt the urge to urinate and pissed onto
her golden, body. He directed the stream ' over her belly, her tits,
and then onto her face. "You whore, you wanton, cock-hungry whore, you
piece of shit." he yelled, his eyes full of tears, " . . . I love you."

He fell on top of her, his fingers finding her cunt. He was hard again
and his prick went into her gash. It was wet and ready and swallowed
all he had to offer. He hated her because he hadn't made her come the
first time he had his cock in her belly, and a man is supposed to make
his woman come with his cock.

"I'll fuck you, Eva, fuck you until you scream for mercy!" he cried,
although he knew he couldn't.

"Yes, fuck me, John. I love you ... now fuck me."

What a marvelous day it has been, she thought, feeling his stiff prick
deep inside her. It was a beautiful wedding, her wedding, and then an
exquisite fuck before she even got out of her gown, and not with her
husband, but with his brother-in-law while his pregnant sister got it
doggy-fashion in the next room. And the wild ride up the mountain side.
What a thrill to go over a hundred miles an hour. She had to try it
with herself behind the wheel sometime ... soon. Even the pleasant
little screw, though unfulfilling after they arrived here had been
good. And now he was on top of her again, his prick throbbing in her
cunt, her John, her own private fucker. He was fucking her and it felt
good, so very good.

Her eyes were closed and she imagined it was the cute bellboy fucking
her. It didn't do any harm to fantasize while her husband fucked her;
he didn't know, and it made her a more excited fuck for him. The whole
idea was to stimulate him and make him come.

Her passions were aflame. Drunk as she was, she could coast like this
for hours, always on the crest of a shattering orgasm. And if she
slipped over the edge into the never-never land of sexual bliss, it was
never quite the peak she wanted and would start the climb to the top
all over again.

"John, John, John," she moaned, almost incoherently. "Fuck me some
more, make me come again! Oh, Christ ... I'm there! Do it, do it, don't
stop!"

John knew she was coming and felt a sense of pride, yet he was having
difficulty making it himself. He felt the contractions in her cunt when
she made it.

"Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn ... never came so many times before!" she
wailed, easing into still another and stronger orgasm. "Love cock, love
fucking!"

John raised up and jerked out. He rolled her over onto her stomach. She
went limp like a soggy washrag. Lust twisting his face, he spread her
tender ass-cheeks apart and pushed his slimy cock against her tight
asshole. He didn't know it, but he was finally getting his cherry--the
only one she had left--her virgin asshole.

The pucker string was tight, but he pressed savagely until his fat cock
burst inside. He grimaced with pleasure; it was so tight, so
excruciatingly tight.

Eva moaned with pain, yet lifted her ass to meet his insistent
pressure. A perverse pleasure accompanied the pain that cried at her
tender asshole, and she knew she could come even like this.

John knew he would come, too, but he wanted his cock all the way in
first and lunged into her. When he knew he was in to his balls, he
started fucking, long hard strokes, and then he was coming, coming like
he never had before.

Eva felt his warm jizz spurting inside her ass and raised up to deepen
her impalement. She giggled into the pillow, feeling like a cherry on a
skewer, even though she wasn't a cherry any more, anywhere. "Come some
more," she moaned, "it feels so good." She didn't know if there was any
difference between an anal orgasm and a pussy come, but thought there
must be because it felt different. Good, but different. It didn't peak
and then taper off. It made her feel good all over, warm and tingly.
"Don't stop now ... do it some more," she said.

But he did stop. John had drained his balls and all he felt now was
disgust, good old Midwestern Puritan disgust. It felt so good while he
was doing it. Why did it feel so bad after he was done?

"Sock it to me, baby," Eva said. "My ass wants some more."

John thought he would get sick. He pulled out. He got to his feet and
went out on the balcony. "Don't leave me, darling. Fuck me some more."
he heard Eva say.

He sat in a big chair. She wasn't a virgin when they got married. She
was one well-fucked broad. Only nineteen and probably fucked more times
than he had. He still wore his shirt and fished for a cigarette, the
vision of his virginal bride fading into nothingness. He lit the
cigarette and imagined a man, any man, lying on top of Eva, his stiff
cock thrust up inside her. She moaned and wriggled with pleasure,
trying to get the man's prick deeper, and then all of a sudden he had
pulled out and she was sucking it, sucking another man's cock. The man
grunted and hunched against her beautiful face and came, pouring his
filthy slime into her mouth. Eva moaned with desire and swallowed it.

John drug deeply on his cigarette and looked down at his crotch. He was
surprised to see that he was erected. His hand wrapped around his
turgid meat. God, he thought, I haven't jerked off since I was sixteen.
His hand, slid slowly, lovingly up and down on his prick. He imagined
Eva when she was nine years old-- she was beautiful even then--she was
at a dance class in tight, red leotards, her tits straining in the thin
fabric. Girls of nine don't have tits, he thought. She was standing in
a corner with a little boy; she had his cock out in her tiny hand and
she was masturbating him. The little boy squirted his white stuff onto
her red leotards at the same instant that John squirted his cum onto
his hand.

He heard a noise and turned. Eva was at the bar. She's a drunk as well
as a whore, he thought. He saw her drinking straight from the bottle
and then she fell down. She didn't get up. He sat for a long time
before he got up and went in to where she lay.

John pushed his wife over with his foot. She was so lovely, so
desirable, even passed out cold, maybe even dead--he didn't really care
which.

She lay motionless, totally inert, while he fucked her there on the
floor. It was impossible, once a night had been his best, yet he was
hard and throbbing inside her juiced-up pussy. He imagined he was
someone else, maybe a stupid, worthless bellboy, and ejaculated inside
her. He was in a state of shock and fucked her until he came again.
This time he was a pony; no, a stallion with a huge red and purple cock
that split her wide open.

Afterwards, he got to his knees and hit her in the face with his fist.
When he laid her gently on the bed her nose was bleeding. He hit her
again.

He went back to the balcony and sat down. The tears wouldn't stop; he
cried like a baby. He decided that he was a monster. He had used his
fists on a woman, his own wife, beaten her up because she liked his
prick. It was natural for a woman to like a man's prick; that's what it
was all about. He had taken his little virgin bride and broken her
cherry and when she liked it, he hated her for it. She was much too
good for him, he decided, and fell asleep.

Chapter 6

When Eva awakened the next morning, John was already up and gone. She
tried to roll over and cried out. The slightest movement hurt, and her
mouth was dry and her head was splitting and she needed to piss. It
took several minutes to get enough courage to raise herself to a
standing position. She wasn't sure what all had happened to her, but
her cunt felt like hamburger and walking was a royal pain--a royal pain
in the ass.

After relieving herself, she went to the mirror and cried out again at
what she saw. Her upper lip was crusted with dry blood and she had a
black eye to end all black eyes. She washed away the blood, careful not
to touch her shiner because it was badly swollen and hurt even without
touching it.

Bewildered and disillusioned, she filled the huge sunken tub with hot
water and let her aching body down into the soothing warmth. She was
immersed, her eyes closed, when John returned to the suite.

He was standing beside the tub when she heard him. Her eyes flew open.
"John! What happened to me? Look at my eye. It hurts! I'm hurt!" she
cried. "You, uh ... you got terribly drunk last night, darling. You
fell and hit your face against the arm of a chair."

She felt confused. Why hadn't he cleaned her up and taken care of her.
Why was he gone when she woke up? "And my head is splitting." she said.

"I said you got drunk. Are you too stupid to figure out that you have a
hangover?" he said curtly.

That's it. He's angry with me for getting drunk on our wedding night.
He hates me. "I'm so ashamed of myself." she said.

John turned so he wouldn't have to look at her. He was ashamed, too,
but he had started the charade of what happened and he would have to
carry it through.

"Would you get me an aspirin or something?" she asked timidly.

"Of course, darling." he said, and then looked at her coldly.

"You're sorry, aren't you?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, darling."

"Never again." she said softly, looking down at the water to avoid his
glaring eyes.

When she emerged from the tub, John was still standing in the doorway.
"We're going horseback riding as soon as you're dressed." he said.

"I can't go horseback riding. I feel terrible, and besides, I don't
know how to ride a horse."

"You can learn." he said.

He sat and smoked while she got dressed to go riding.

On the way to the elevator, Eva stopped. "I forgot something in the
room. I'll be right back." she said.

"Well, hurry it up. We're late now."

She went back to the suite and went straight to the bar. "The hair of
the dog." she said, and gulped down two shots.

By the time they got to the lobby, she felt better, but John wouldn't
let her eat any breakfast. Said there wasn't time; if she expected
breakfast she shouldn't lay in bed all day. It was eight-thirty-two.

John was an expert horseman and they rode until noon. They had a light
lunch when they got back to the hotel, and even though Eva was starved,
she didn't mind because it hurt so bad to sit down that she couldn't
eat, anyway.

"We'll rest for forty-five minutes and then play some tennis." John
said as he finished his tea.

"I don't know how to play tennis." Eva said.

"I'll teach you." John said.

Exactly forty-eight minutes later, they were on the tennis court. He
tutored her for an hour. Eva learned quickly and was doing quite well,
but John was an outstanding tennis player and was soon bored. He told
her to sit down and rest while he played a set with a more experienced
player. The more experienced player turned out to be an attractive,
very rich widow of forty-one. The set lasted until six that evening.
Eva lay on her stomach in the grass and watched, seething with
jealousy.

John invited the woman to dine with them and afterwards they played
bridge. Eva didn't know how to play bridge, either, and sat watching
until nine, when John got up from the table and announced it was bed
time; they had to get an early start in the morning. He didn't fuck her
that night.

The next day started at six a.m. and was a repeat of the day before,
except they played golf instead of tennis. The widow was an excellent
golfer, as was John. Eva played along behind. The bridge game lasted
until ten, and again John didn't fuck her. He turned his back at the
far side of the bed and went immediately to sleep.

By the end of the third day, horseback riding no longer chafed the
insides of her thighs raw; she was an expert at watching a tennis game
and tagging behind on a golf course, and she could eat all she wanted
at dinner because John didn't notice--his attention was focused on the
widow's pearly smile and the cleavage the big-titted woman flaunted.
Eva wouldn't have been surprised if he had spent the night in her bed,
but he didn't. He went dutifully to bed with his bride, though he
didn't touch her.

Eva was miserable. She was lonely and jealous and bored. And she was
horny.

She couldn't sleep on that third night, and it was after midnight when
she crawled from bed and went out onto the balcony.

She looked down at the inviting pool shimmering in the pale moonlight
and decided she wanted to go swimming. Eva loved swimming, but they
hadn't been near the pool because John didn't care for the water.

She went back into the bedroom, checked to make sure John was asleep,
and slipped into a tiny white bikini that covered little. She went to
the bar and downed a couple of shots of whiskey, then grabbed the
bottle and slipped silently from the room.

When she got to the pool, it was no longer deserted. There was a lone
swimmer coursing through the brilliant water. Eva stood at the edge,
clutching her bottle, watching him streak through the water. He
completed four laps before he noticed her standing there. He swerved to
the edge and hung in the water looking up at her.

"Hi, Kind of late for you to be out." he said, looking behind her.
"Where's your husband?"

"What are you doing in the pool?" Eva said coldly. "I thought you were
one of the help."

"I have a couple of days off and since the paying customers usually
don't swim at this hour, thought I'd take a little workout before
driving down to the city for some action. Come on in. The water's
fine."

Eva looked down her nose at the bellboy who had stood and watched her
in her doorway. He is good-looking, she thought, but such a peasant.
She tilted the whiskey bottle to her lips and took a long drink, set it
carefully beside the pool, and plunged into the water.

When she broke the surface at the other side, the bellboy was already
waiting for her. "What took so long?" he said.

Eva tossed her hair with a flip of her head. "Go away, sonny, you bore
me."

"Where's hubby tonight. You're usually tagging along somewhere behind
him.

"He's in bed--asleep."

"Who with? That rich widow with the big tits?"

Eva spit at him, catching him in the face.

He grinned, wiping the spit from his eyes. "Hit a sore spot, huh?" he
said.

"I hate you."

"What you really mean, is that you love me."

"Shit!" Eva said, and kicked away from the edge. He swam beside her to
the other side.

"That's a nasty shiner you have. Hubby give it to you?" he said, easing
up close to her.

"For your information, I tripped over one of your lousy rugs. Crummy
help around here doesn't keep the damn place up properly."

He treaded water beside her and put his hands on her hips.

"Keep your hands to yourself." she said, pulling away. His touch sent a
thrill up her spine. It had been three days since her husband had so
much as touched her.

She moved several feet away from the boy, grabbed the edge of the pool,
and turned back to face him again. "Why did you come up to our suite
the other day? We hadn't ordered anything."

He moved close to her, his arm draped in the drain trough. "I saw you
when you first came in and then when I saw your husband back down in
the lobby without you, I decided to get another look at you without him
there. I didn't expect to see quite that much of you." He had his free
hand on her hip again.

Eva blushed at the memory. "Fuck you, too." she said.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." he said.

"You're a nasty boy. In fact, you're terrible."

They were very close in the water. He had his arm around her, his hand
moving up and down on her back, yet she didn't move away. She remained
motionless when he kissed her. "You shouldn't have done that." she
said. When he kissed her again, his hand slid inside the back of her
bikini, his finger resting deep in the cleavage of her ass. Still she
didn't move away.

He knew she wanted to fuck as bad as he did, and he wanted her to show
it. But she didn't. She remained unmoving. His cock was hard and
pounding, and it was bent uncomfortably inside his brief trunks. He
finally decided she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he sought
and moved away in the water. Snooty little bitch, he thought, and
pushed his trunks down his legs. He went under water for a moment and
when he came up his trunks were slowly sinking to the bottom.

Eva watched him, not sure what he was up to. When he came to her again,
and his cock touched her leg, she knew. "You're probably the dirtiest
boy I've ever met." she said.

"Call me Bob, and I'll call you Eva." he said.

"How do you know my name?"

"Bellhops know everything."

The water was warm, but chills ran up her spine. The feel of his hard
prick against her thigh was too much, and her hand moved under the
water until she could circle his cock with her fingers.

"You're despicable. Go away and leave me alone." she said, her hand
tightening its grip.

"I can't. You're holding me too tight." He was grinning. He knew he had
her now.

His prick was quite long, though perhaps a trifle slender, and
incredibly hard. "Bob! It's so long." she said.

"All the better to fuck you with, my dear." he answered.

Eva wanted him to fuck her, wanted it desperately, yet she moved her
hand furiously on his cock, well aware of what it would do.

"Not too fast, baby, you'll make me come." he cried.

"Yes!" she hissed.

"Stop, stop! I'm almost there!" And then he was there. His jizz spurted
out and trailed off into long strings under the water. She kept
pumping. Bob kept coming.

"Jesus Christ," he snorted, pulling away from her, "why in the fuck did
you do that?"

"So you'll leave me alone, you stupid prick." she snarled. She pushed
away from the pool edge and turned to swim the long way. Because I lost
my head, you dummy, she thought bitterly. I didn't want you to come,
either. She directed her venom to her swimming.

Bob pulled himself onto the bank. "Stupid, crazy, fucking bitch," he
said, and then he noticed her bottle. He picked it up and took a long,
hard pull.

Eva lapped the pool twice and then stopped in the middle. She floated
loosely in the water, watching him drink from her bottle. The top to
her bikini came off first. Her head didn't go under while she pushed
down the bottoms. She looked down into the water and watched them sink
to the bottom, and then swam to where Bob was sitting.

She came up between his legs, which were dangling over the edge, and
raised herself enough to get her hand on his prick.

"You won't get any satisfaction from that." he snarled, "You made damn
certain of that."

"I might." she said, lifting herself further from the water. Her head
came level with her hand. She drew him into her mouth.

He looked down with astonishment to see her face buried tightly in his
crotch. "Baby." he groaned, "you might at that. Suck it good, honey."
He felt her warm mouth surrounding his cock and knew he would get hard
again. "I knew you were easy when you opened your robe the other day,
that's why I was so surprised when you jerked me off in the water. Hot
broads usually want theirs first. Suck it good, baby, he's coming up."

Eva was thrilled to feel his prick in her mouth, and it was always
better to start with it soft, to feel it stiffen and grow hard and
pulse. It was pulsing now, and she eased down on it until the knob was
almost in her throat. She had the urge to vomit, but suppressed it and
let it go deeper.

"Jesus Christ, baby, you're gonna make me come again!" he cried.

She pulled back then, letting his cock swing free. "Let me get out of
the pool. We can do it on one of the lounge chairs."

She moved to his left and pulled herself out of the water. She got
quickly to her feet. "Bring the bottle." she said, and walked to one of
the big, cushioned deck chairs.

The young man watched her walk away, her hips swaying, her ass bobbing.
Christ, he thought, this has got to be one great fuck. I never saw a
broad built any better. He got to his feet and picked up the bottle.

She lay spread out, her knees bent open to display her pussy. "Sit down
beside me. I haven't decided if I want to go all the way. And let me
have a drink."

He handed her the bottle. "Who in the hell do you think you're kidding,
baby?" he said. "You want it worse than I do."

She took a long drink of whiskey. "Do you have any cigarettes?" she
asked.

"Over there in my robe."

"Would you get me one?"

"Christ on a crutch!" he snarled, yet he got up and walked around the
pool to get his cigarettes. He had two already lit when he got back.
She reached up and took one.

"Sit down beside me." she said. Her hand wrapped around his cock, which
was soft again, when he sat. "Play with my cunt."

He let his hand slide across her belly and down to her pussy. Her
thighs closed against him. Her hair was still wet from the pool, but
her cunt was wet from arousal. It was all slick inside and opened to
receive his finger.

"That feels good. Push it all the way in. Ooooh, honey, that feels good
... sooo good!" she said, squeezing his cock. It was good and hard
again.

"Since I've worked here, I've seen a lot of rich bitches with hot
pants, but you're the hottest yet." He had two fingers in her cunt.

"Are they always married women?"

"Not always. Several have been young gals with their parents. One was
only thirteen, and did she ever want it bad. So I gave it to her,
compliments of the house.

"Once I had a mother and daughter in the same night. The old lady
walked in while I was balling her kid. She was sixteen or seventeen and
her old lady must have been fifty. She had been down in the bar for
three hours while her old man went off riding or something and she was
crocked to the gills. She flew into a hell of a rage when she caught
us, but it was a cover-up because she hadn't been able to pick up a man
in the bar. I ended up fucking her in the ass while her innocent little
daughter watched."

Eva squirmed against his hand, so hot she knew she had lost control.
She wanted to be fucked and knew she would be fucked, yet had to play
the game with herself. What's the use, she told herself, I've already
been unfaithful to John. One more time won't hurt, but this is
positively the last time. She was young, only nineteen, and in need of
a man, a vibrant, hard man. John seemed so old all of a sudden, and he
hadn't touched her in three days. She felt like she was all cunt.

"Let's fuck now." she said.

He continued finger-fucking her. "The married ones are always the best
lays, though. Hotter and always more willing to do odd-ball things.
You're on your honeymoon, ain't you?"

"Yes." Eva whispered, feeling ashamed. "Why don't you just shut up and
fuck me?"

"I never had one on her honeymoon before. They're usually too starry-
eyed." He was teasing her now. "What's the matter? Your old man having
trouble getting it up?"

Eva sat up, his fingers still deep inside her cunt. "That's not funny.
I think I'll go back to my room."

He roughly pushed her back down. "Don't get huffy, baby, or I might not
screw you."

Eva gasped when his fingers came from her cunt. She sighed when he
quickly got on top of her and pushed the head of his prick against the
wet cuntlips. Her arms went around his hips and her legs opened wider
to let him in. He pushed and the fat head popped inside, followed
quickly by the long, hard stem.

"Jesus, you're wet and slick in there." he said, feeling his cock slide
easily all the way in.

"Yes, yes," she hissed, "my husband, who can't get it up, fucked me
royally just before I came down to the pool." She felt she had to lie
to him to save face, and hunched her ass to try and get more cock.
There wasn't any more cock to get. She had it all. "Fuck me hard." she
cried.

"You are one hot pussy." he said, starting a steady fucking rhythm.

Her cunt clasped his prick hungrily. He was amazed that she would be so
tight; it went in so easily that he thought she would be a slop job,
but her cunt was as tight as an asshole. He knew he couldn't last long
and hoped he could bring her off before he came.

He really didn't have to worry, because she coming already. She moaned
and twisted against the big, moving thing thrusting into her belly.

"You know," he said, trying to slow his pace, "your husband could be up
there on his balcony watching us."

"Yes ... he could, but don't stop." she gasped. She was on the verge of
coming again. "Oooh, that's so good. Keep fucking, keep fucking!" Her
legs had gone up around his back.

"I'm getting close." he gasped.

"Okay ... okay ... okay." she cried. I'm there, too. You can come
inside me, I want to feel it." Her legs had gone straight up in the
air, her arms wrapped around his neck, her ass lunging up to meet each
thrust. And then she felt his wet, slick cum squirting inside her.

He pumped several times and went limp. "Ah, baby, that's what I call
fucking." he gasped.

"Yes." she whispered, putting her mouth on his. She felt wonderful,
relaxed and wonderful, and finally admitted it to herself. she liked
being fucked more than anything else in the world and with any man. To
hell with all the bullshit that always fucked up her mind. This was
what it was all about; A stiff cock and a wet and ready pussy to take
it in. She wanted him to fuck her again, right now.

"Can you do it again?" she asked.

"Actually, I'd have to say no." he said. "Besides, I have to get down
to the city. Have commitments there."

"Surely you have time for a drink?" she said sarcastically.

"Not really," he said, sitting up, "but I'll take time, anyway." He
picked up the bottle and took a swig and handed it to Eva. She followed
suit and passed it back.

They talked and passed the bottle back and forth until it was empty.
They were both quite drunk.

"How you gonna get back up to your room?" he said, tossing the empty
bottle into the shrubbery.

"Take the elevator. How else?"

"It could be embarrassing. You're naked and your suit's at the bottom
of the pool."

"I'll dive in and get it." she said.

"It's in eight feet of water: You'll drown."

"Like shit." she said, getting to her feet. She raced for the pool,
almost fell, and went awkwardly into the water. She came back up
sputtering. "Too fuckin' deep." she said, barely getting to the edge of
the pool.

Bob was standing beside the pool now. "My suit should be right down
here somewhere."

"I think it drifted down to the middle with mine." she said.

"Shit." he said, then shrugged. "What the hell. I live in a cottage
behind the hotel. I can get there without being seen, but you got a
problem."

"Ever fuck a girl in the water?" Eva said.

"No, can't say that I have."

"Now's your chance."

He looked down at her, her boobs halfway out of the water as if they
were water wings holding her up. "I think I'll pass, baby. I have to
get into town, and I couldn't get it up again, anyway." He waved at her
and turned and walked away.

She watched him go into the tall shrubbery and pass from sight. She
thought again about trying to retrieve her suit, but gave up the idea
and pulled herself from the water. It might be tricky getting up to her
suite, but it was late and she could take the stairs.

She got to the fourth floor and inside her door. Breathing a heavy
sigh, she pushed the door shut with her ass. She went to the bar and
poured herself a drink. The liquor went down easily hitting bottom
heavily. Her head started to spin.

"Eva, is that you?" her husband's voice came from the bedroom.

"Yes, it's me." she said quickly.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I-I couldn't sleep. I went for a walk." she said. And got fucked, you
bastard, she thought.

"Don't you know it's dangerous to wander about at this hour?" his voice
said, still from the bedroom.

"I thought it would be safe here." she said.

"You're probably right. Nothing could happen to you here. Now come on
to bed."

She finished her drink, took another straight from the bottle, and
staggered in to her bed. John was already back asleep. Eva crawled
under the satin sheet and quickly passed out, a silly, satisfied grin
on her face.

Chapter 7

When John awakened at six, Eva was sprawled nude, half on the bed,
half off. He looked at her with distaste and went into the bathroom and
turned on the cold water in the shower. Exactly eleven minutes later,
he left the suite. He had hot tea and unbuttered toast in the coffee
shop and then went directly to the stables. As he crossed the
courtyard, he saw Roxanne waiting for him. She smiled and waved.

John had learned a great deal about Roxanne DeWinter in the past three
days. She was forty-one years old and a widow. She married Abraham
DeWinter when she was twenty-two and he was sixty-seven. He died of a
stroke at eighty-four, leaving her a wealthy woman. It had been a good
marriage as May-December marriages go, and since Abraham had been
active up to the end, her sexual contacts outside her marriage had been
few, yet she wasn't the frustrated widow she led John to believe. She
had a seventeen-year-old son who was a robust, sexually advanced boy.
He called his mother Roxy and she called him Ronny darling.

Roxy was quite the opposite of Eva, with dark brown hair, flashing
brown eyes, and a chubby face with deep dimples in both cheeks. Her
body, naturally, was much fuller than Eva's, though it was apparent
that Eva would be built much the same when she reached her forties.

John was first attracted to her by her skill on the tennis court, and
then her talent for bridge. He completely ignored his wife that night
in bed. The next day, Roxy proved an excellent horseman and that
afternoon she almost beat John at golf. Eva tagged close behind,
seething with jealousy. At bridge that night, she let her knee slip
between his thighs under the table and it excited him so that he forgot
about his young bride. He fantasized about Roxy the whole sleepless
night.

On the third day, Eva wasn't so persistent in keeping up, and he kissed
Roxy for the first time. It was in the rough on the fourth hole; they
were looking for Eva's ball. Roxy melted her lush body against him and
gladly let him kiss her. They played footsie through the whole bridge
game that night.

John felt the stirrings of illicit passion in his loins as he crossed
the sunny courtyard. She was a magnificent-looking woman.

"Where is little Eva this morning?" Roxy said, when he came up to her.

"She got drunk again last night. She won't be going with us." he
answered.

"I'm glad." she purred, stepping in close to him. Her hands came up to
the side of his head and pulled his face down to hers. After a long,
hard kiss, she pulled back. "My late husband drank a good deal, too."
she said.

John felt the blood pounding in his temples, and he was glad that Eva
was up on the bed drunk. The drunker the better. He slipped his arm
around her waist and directed her into the stables. "Let's get our
horses and go." he said.

Roxanne was wearing skin-tight riding breeches and a white, long-
sleeved blouse that was open at the neck where she wore a red silk
scarf. Her large tits bulged against the white material, the nipples
sticking out like little knobs.

"I felt naughty this morning and didn't wear a brassiere." she said.

"Yes, I noticed." he said.

"Do you like me this way?"

"You can't imagine how much." His hand had moved up until it was
against the bottom of her heavy tit. He turned her to him and kissed
her again Her mouth was open this time, and his tongue moved in as if
it belonged there.

"Oh, John." she moaned, "I wish I had met you before Eva."

"I do too." he gulped. He could feel her pussy mashing against his
hard-on. He gripped her ass in his hands and pulled her tighter.

She moved her belly back and forth against him, exciting him even more.
As they hunched and kissed, she moved him backwards towards an open
stall; she didn't bother to push the door closed.

There was a horse blanket conveniently spread across a pile of straw
and she pushed him over backwards and came down on top of him. She
straddled him lewdly and started dry humping, her mouth covering his.
She knew he would play hell getting her breeches off, and it excited
her. She enjoyed it when a man had to work to get at her pussy.

"I think I love you, John." she said. "The catch and zipper is on the
side."

"Oh, Jesus!" John said, his hand groping. He got the catch open and
fumbled clumsily at the zipper, finally working it all the way down.
She kept humping against him as he tried to push the breeches down her
wide hips.

"Hurry, John, hurry." she gasped. "I need you so bad."

He was sweating profusely when he finally got them halfway down her
thighs. He gripped the cheeks of her generous ass, his fingers sliding
into the deep cleft and almost accidentally probing at her tight,
puckered asshole.

"Oh, God, that feels good. I never wear panties under riding pants. The
coarse material feels so good against my cunt when I'm on horseback. I
can actually come that way. I'll raise up so you can get unzipped and
take your prick out."

"Oh, Jesus." John said, fumbling at his fly. He got it out, but it
wouldn't go between her thighs they were pressed together so tightly by
the pants.

"You'll have to take them off." she said, rolling off him onto her
back.

He got to his knees and tugged at her pants. "You'll have to take my
boots of first, darling." she said. He got her boots off and then
finally her riding pants. She spread her legs open and placed a hand on
each fat thigh. "Kiss it, honey." she said.

John looked at the great hairy gash and hesitated.

Well, at least take your pants down and put something in it." she
demanded.

He got his pants down to his knees and dropped on top of her. She found
him with her hand and guided his cock into the wet, hairy mass between
her thighs. Her cuntlips opened and sucked his cock inside.

A squat, ugly young man stood at the door to the stall watching, his
massive cock sticking from his dirty jeans. He grinned and wrapped his
hand around his prick and stroked the thick foreskin off the huge,
bulbous head. He knew that John Richardson would get it good; the widow
DeWinter was one fine fuck. He knew because he had fucked her here in
this same stall the day that John and his bride had arrived and then
again each night after the bridge game had ended.

Roxy gasped with pleasure as John's cock pushed in to the hilt. "Ooooh,
it's been so long, darling, so long since I've had this." Her thighs
came up against his hips as she locked her ankles behind his back. "Get
it all in . . . I need it, I need it!

Her cunt closed like a vise around his cock and he knew he couldn't
last long. He felt cum rising from his balls like a garden hose filling
with water.

"Not yet. . . not yet!" Roxy gasped, driving her cunt up to meet his
insipid thrusts. But it was too late, John's cock was spurting jizz in
gobs of saved-up lust.

She moaned with despair when he pulled out and his cock shriveled to
nothing before her eyes.

"We'd better leave separately." John said, getting to his feet and
adjusting his trousers. "We wouldn't want to be seen."

"Of course not." Roxy said, her cunt aching with desire. "Light me a
cigarette before you go."

John lit a cigarette and stepped over and put it in her waiting
fingers. And then he was gone. Roxy sighed and drew deeply on her
cigarette.

She lay with her legs open and inviting, her mouth on the cigarette,
when the ugly youth reappeared. His cock still hung from his open
pants. It was easily ten inches long and not completely erect.

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.

Eva quickly took his other hand.

They found a table at poolside and Roxy and John sat down. "I'm going
in." Eva cried and raced for the pool.

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

"I hate the water and I don't swim very well." John said. "I'm staying
right here."

"I hoped you would." Roxy said.

The waiter came by the table and Roxy ordered martinis for everyone.

"You'd better slow it down, Roxy. Eva will get drunk again," John said.

"Yes," Roxy answered. "Very drunk, I hope."

John realized what she was doing and gave her a strange look, yet he
didn't change the order.

"Eva seems to be having such a good time in the water, why don't we go
for a walk?" Roxy said.

"I'm afraid it would be a little too obvious."

"More obvious than this?" Roxy said, leaning forward and putting her
hand on his crotch.

"My God, Roxy, not in public." John cried.

She pulled her chair closer and pushed a finger inside the leg band of
his trunks. "I'd let you fuck me right here and now if you wanted to."
she said huskily.

She didn't remove her finger when Eva came up, dripping wet. Eva
glanced quickly, noticing both the finger and the bulge in her
husband's trunks. She diverted her eyes to the martini on the table.
"For me?" she asked, and lifted it to her lips. "I'm going back in."
she said when the glass was empty. "A couple of boys found a pair of
swim suits on the bottom of the pool."

"How did they get there?" John asked.

"Looks like someone took a midnight swim, or something. One was a boy's
suit, the other a girl's." Eva answered, her eyes sparkling.

"Right here in the pool?" Roxy said, her finger curling down under
John's cool balls. "It's terrible what some people will do."

"Order me another drink. I'm going-back in to see if they find anything
else." Eva said. She knew they wouldn't, but it was embarrassing to
stand there while Roxy tickled her husband's cock with her finger. She
plunged back into the water.

Roxy waved at the waiter with her free hand.

John moved back, pulling her finger from his trunks. "Roxy, you've got
to stop that."

"I wish you'd let me take it out right here."

"Well, I won't." John said.

"If you would, I'd get down on my hands and knees and suck it."

The waiter had arrived and John turned red. Roxy looked up and said,
"Another martini, please." She smiled, and put her hand back on John's
crotch. "Just one." she added.

The waiter walked away unruffled. He had watched the decadent rich play
their perverted games many times before. His cock bulged hard against
his pants.

When Eva returned, John had scooted his chair away from Roxy's. "Let's
go and get dressed." he said.

"I have a full drink." Eva said, taking the glass in both hands.

"Well, then, drink it. I'll get sunburned if I stay any longer." he
snapped.

Eva poured the drink down and took John's hand. "Okay, let's go." she
said. "I feel great now, and I'm starved. I want to take a shower and
then we can have lunch."

Roxy got up and took John's other hand. "I'll come up with you while
you change." she said.

John opened the door and Eva went to the bedroom. Roxy stopped and took
John's arm, pulling him around to face her. He stiffened for a moment,
then stepped close to kiss her.

"Wait." she said, stepping back, and pushed the straps off her
shoulders. Her huge tits were bare when she stepped close and pressed
them against his hairy chest.

"Roxy, don't! Eva will suspect something." he said stupidly.

"Kiss me, John."

While her tongue slid into his open mouth, she put her thumbs inside
his trunks and pushed downward.

"Roxy! We can't ... not now ... not here." he gasped. His cock was
already sticking straight out, his trunks bunched just below his balls.

"Just let me feel it." Roxy whispered, her hand already manipulating
the foreskin.

Her other hand undid the tie at the side of her bikini. It came loose
and went quickly to her ankles. She spread her legs for an instant and
then closed her fat thighs around his hard cock.

"We're standing in the hall ... we haven't time..."

"I know, darling, but it will make it better for later, after Eva is
good and drunk."

"Roxy, Roxy," John gasped, feeling his cock brush against her
pussylips.

"We'll get her bombed and then have the whole night to ourselves while
she sleeps it off."

"Yes, God yes." John gasped, nuzzling his hard cock in the thick, wet
hair.

Roxy grasped his cock. "Put it in, just a little." she moaned. She
already had it in, just a little; she wanted a little more.

John pushed her against the door and grasped an ass cheek in each hand
and gave her a little more. With her arms locked around his neck, she
lifted herself and hooked her feet behind his calves, splaying her
cunt.

"Fuck me, John, fuck me!" she screamed, hunching against him. John
closed his eyes and sighed. It was wonderful the way her cunt pulled
his foreskin all the way up when she lifted, and the way it peeled it
back down when she let her weight push him to the hilt.

"You don't have to hold back. I'll come quick like this." Roxy said,
gasping for breath.

"I couldn't hold back, anyway." John snorted. Roxy was almost there
when they heard Eva's voice calling from the bedroom. "Oh, my God."
John said, and jerked backwards, pulling his prick from her sucking
pussy. He pulled up on his trunks and dashed for the bedroom.

Roxy gasped for air, her face, a mask of disappointment and hatred.
"Run, you, chicken shit bastard." she snarled at his retreating ass.

When John rushed into the bedroom, Eva was just pulling the pants to
her pant suit up her legs. She wore no panties and the dark patch of
hair was almost visible through the white slacks. She giggled, "Don't
want a panty line to show." Then she looked at John. "You're still in
your trunks."

"Uh, yes," he said, "go and have a drink. I'll be right out."

Eva checked herself in the mirror and stepped into the living room. She
stopped, a gasp on her lips. Roxy was sitting in a chair facing the
door. She had pulled the tiny top to her bikini back into place, but
the bottom was still out in the hall, and she sat with her legs pulled
up, her hand between her legs. The thick hair spilled between her
fingers as she jacked off.

Eva stood watching, her mouth hinging open. Roxy looked up, her
breathing hard and fast. "Can I get you a drink, Eva?" she said without
stopping her hand.

Eva was dumbfounded, still she said calmly, "You seem to be busy. I'll
get you one." She went to the bar and half-filled two glasses with
whiskey.

Roxy got up from the chair and went behind the bar. "You're sweet," she
said, taking the glass. Then she put her mouth to Eva's and kissed her
lightly. "And you're a beautiful child."

"You're--you're beautiful, too." Eva said, not sure how she felt. She
tingled, she knew that.

Roxy kissed her again, harder this time, and took Eva's soft hand and
pressed it to her cunt. Eva bit her lip, but didn't pull back. "Feel
it, darling, it's all excited." Roxy said.

"John won't approve of this." Eva said softly, her fingers timidly
feeling the wet hair.

"Probably not but do it anyway. He's in another room."

Eva closed her eyes and put the glass to her lips while her hand slid
through Roxy's hair into the deep groove between her pussy lips. Eva
had never felt another woman's cunt before, and it was exciting. When
Eva put her glass on the bar, she already had one finger pushed into
Roxy's wet, slippery hole.

Roxy bowed her legs and gripped the bar with one hand. "You sweet,
adorable child." she hissed. "Finger-fuck me! Make me come!"

Eva felt her own lust rising and her clit tingle and harden. "Reach
into my slacks and feel me, too, and I will." she gasped, thrusting a
second finger inside Roxy.

Roxy thrust her hand inside Eva's slacks. She moved through the hair
and found the slit wet. She moved into her cunt and found it slippery.
The two women stood grunting, hunching against the other's hand,
finger-fucking like the wantons they were.

"I got John's prick where your fingers are while you were taking your
shower." Roxy said.

Eva's eyes were closed. She was already getting close and, in her
condition, didn't really give a damn about John.

"We were still in the hall, and he had it all the way in," Roxy gasped,
heaving her hips against Eva's fucking fingers. "You called out and he
jerked out and went running. He didn't come ... neither did I." She had
her eyes closed too, and was panting.

"He's my husband, he loves me." Eva said. "Ooooh, Roxy, I'm coming!
It's GOOD, good, good!"

The two women embraced and kissed, hard and long. "Me too, me too!"
Roxy mumbled. They quivered and melted into one, each with two fingers
buried in the other's cunt.

When the thrill had passed, Roxy backed away and said, "I'd better get
the rest of my suit on. John will be out any minute." Her face was
flushed and she was still short of breath.

Eva watched Roxy's plump ass wag as she raced for the door. Her fingers
came to her nose and she sniffed. Almost unconsciously, she slipped the
fingers into her mouth, sucking the pungent juice. She was still very
excited and picked up her glass and drained it.

When John stepped from the bedroom in white slacks and blue blazer, Eva
was sitting in a chair, another drink in hand. Roxy stood behind the
chair, gently massaging Eva's shoulders.

"You two go and eat. I'll dress and meet you in the dining room." Roxy
said.

By the time Roxy joined them, they had finished lunch and were in the
bar. John saw her enter and ordered three fresh drinks. The lunch had
sobered Eva, but John ordered every time she emptied her glass and she
built up a head of steam fast. They spent the rest of the afternoon in
the bar, and John was a little high himself.

"My God, she holds a lot of booze." Roxy whispered.

"We'd better get her upstairs. She's really loaded." John said. He had
a little trouble getting to his feet.

"You better slow down, John." Roxy said.

Eva was really plastered and they had to all but carry her. Her eyes
were glazed and half closed, and she mumbled incoherently. John was
puffing breathlessly when they finally tumbled her into a large chair.

"Kiss me, John." Roxy cried, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Not here, not in front of Eva."

"She's out of it, honey. She'll never know. I've wanted you all
afternoon."

They kissed hard, their tongues mingling wetly. John felt woozy. He
felt Roxy's hand at his fly. His cock slid from his pants into her
hand.

"John, I want you to fuck me right here in front of Eva." Roxy cried.

"No, no, not in front of Eva." John gasped.

"Yes, yes, in front of Eva!" Roxy pushed him backwards and he went over
onto the floor. She was on top of him instantly, a leg on each side of
his hips. She lifted her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties to
the side. John moaned helplessly as she pushed his cock into her cunt.

Roxy knew she would come this time. She always came quick when she was
on top. She rammed herself onto his cock, wondering why the more she
got, the more she wanted. It was a quick come and not too satisfying.
She knew she would need more.

She left John lying on his back, his hard cock waving in the air, and
went on hands and knees to where Eva was slouched. "Did you see it,
Eva? Did you see John's prick in my cunt?"

Eva's eyes popped open. "Saw't." she snorted. Her eyes closed again.

"Did it make you jealous?" Roxy asked.

Eva's eyes remained closed. "Need drinkee."

"I'll get you one." Roxy said, getting to her feet.

She brought a glass of whiskey and pressed it into Eva's limp hand,
then she knelt again and slowly peeled Eva's slacks down her legs. She
pushed Eva's legs apart and lowered her head to her crotch.

"Ooooh." Eva moaned as Roxy's tongue glided into her cunt, and dropped
the glass of whiskey. She hunched against the tongue fucking her cunt,
mumbled a string of obscenities, and had an intense orgasm. She passed
out cold immediately.

"You have such a sweet pussy." Roxy cooed, lifting from the dripping
slit.

John sat dumfounded, his cock in his hand still hard. "You-you-" he
stammered.

"I kissed your wife's cunt and made her feel good. Now put your prick
away and come on. We'd better get some food down you. I have big plans
for you tonight."

John followed her meekly, glancing guiltily at his young wife sprawled
half-naked in the chair.

They went to the dining room and ate a big dinner. When they returned,
Eva was exactly as they had left her. John and Roxy stripped and went
into the bedroom and fucked wildly. She got him up one more time by
sucking his cock and they fucked again.

When John awakened the next day, Roxy was gone. He went into the next
room and found Eva still slouched awkwardly in the chair. Waking her
gently, he helped her to her feet. He gave her a hot bath and had a
light breakfast sent up. He sat on the edge of her bed while she ate
sparingly. The arrows of guilt sank deep. He was an honorable man; how
could he have done such a thing?

Eva wallowed in his attention. She couldn't be mad at him because she
really couldn't remember what happened. All she knew for sure was that
she had gotten terribly drunk and was paying dearly for the luxury.

By evening, she felt much better and John told her that they were
leaving. They would go back to the city in the morning and then fly to
Paris or some such exotic place for the remainder of their honeymoon.
He didn't mention that Roxy had already gone back to the city.

"I heard about a quaint little tavern not far from here, less than a
mile." he said. "We can eat dinner here and then go and have a drink,
just one, mind you, and dance."

"Oh, John, it sounds wonderful."

"It's close, so we can walk and on the way back hold hands and neck and
make love ... anything that comes to mind."

After dinner, they trudged hand in hand down the dusty road. It was a
clear, moonlit night and the air was cool and refreshing. The tavern
had a small dance floor and a live three-piece-band. They had their
drink and danced, snuggling close and necking openly on the postage-
stamp floor. They were the only couple.

John's guilt had not gone away and he drank heavier than usual in an
attempt to drown his conscience. Eva drank very sparingly, nursing each
drink at least an hour.

As he got drunker, John grew horny and took many liberties with his
young wife. Eva didn't try to stop him, even though they were the only
ones there and on display for all the employees. He had never been so
ardent, even alone. He put both arms around her waist and gripped the
cheeks of her ass on the dance floor, and sat close to her at their
table, running his hands up under her skirt. She went to the women's
room and removed her bra and let him kiss her nipples through her
blouse. She got very hot and wanted to go, but John continued drinking.

By midnight, he was out of it. His eyes grew glassy and he slumped
forward and passed out with his head in his arms. Eva wanted to cry.
She went to the bartender for help. Bartenders are always sympathetic
and helpful.

"My husband has passed out." she said.

"That's tough, lady." the bartender said.

"But we walked over here from the hotel. How will I get him back?"

"You could drag the bastard by his feet. He ain't too big." He sucked
on his soggy cigar and continued wiping glasses. "Or better yet, you
can let him sleep it off where he's at and come in the back room with
me."

"That was uncalled for, Harry." the piano player, who had just walked
over, said. "The lady has a problem. You don't need to get nasty." He
was a big man of about forty, good-looking except for his nose, which
was bent to one side like a fighter that had taken one punch too many.
Actually, he was a high school English teacher. He came up here every
summer to earn extra money.

In deference to the English teacher's size, the bartender scowled and
moved sullenly down the bar.

"I heard your problem and perhaps I can be of assistance. I have a car
and I'll be glad to help you get your husband back to the hotel. It's a
dead night anyway, and we'll close up early." He took one of her tiny
hands in his. "Now climb up on that bar stool and have a drink. We'll
play another medley and call it a night."

"But my husband--"

"He's fine where he's at." The big piano player took her by the waist
and lifted her easily onto the stool. "Bring the lady a drink, Harry."
he called to the bartender.

The band played for another hour, and Eva had five drinks. She grew
very talkative and gay, dancing with each of the band members and even
finally consented to dance the last number with the bartender. The
bartender held her very tight, apologized for being rude, and then
cupped her left tit in one of his beefy hands. She slapped his face,
but giggled when she did it, and let him kiss her and feel the other
tit while the band packed up their instruments

"My name is Alex, and I'm an English teacher by profession, not a piano
player," Alex said after he had loaded John into his back seat.

Eva got into the front seat with Alex, her head spinning with
excitement. "I just knew you were more than a piano player."

"What's wrong with being a piano player?"

"Oh, nothing, I guess. But, well, it's so much more dignified to be an
English teacher."

"Swell." Alex said.

With the car in motion, Eva relaxed. She liked riding in a car at
night. "Don't let me fall asleep." she said, "I'm just a little drunk."

"You're just a whole lot beautiful, too." Alex said.

Eva blushed. "Thank you." she said softly. It was different with this
man, at least different than with the fat bartender, who she could let
kiss her, and even feel her tits, but this man made the heat rise in
her belly and the juices flow in her cunt.

"Are you married?" she said.

"Yes. I have a wife and three kids."

"Oh." Eva said, "Well, so am I ... married, I mean. No kids."

"I know you're married." Alex said, jerking his thumb towards the back
seat. "At least you said he was your husband."

"Oh, he is. We're on our honeymoon." She giggled again. "He made some
pretty romantic promises for tonight."

"And now he can't perform." Alex said.

Alex pulled the car into the hotel driveway. "We're here already."

"Oh." Eva said.

"Is there a back stairway? It would be more discreet."

"Yes, over by the pool. Just keep going, don't turn here."

With Alex's help, she got him upstairs and into bed. They even
undressed him and tucked him in. Eva looked down at her husband and
turned off the light, and taking Alex by the hand, tiptoed from the
room.

"You've been so kind, Alex. Can I get you a drink before you leave?"

"I could use one." he said.

"Scotch on the rocks okay? It's good Scotch."

"Scotch is fine." he said.

Eva brought the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. He really was
rather handsome, in spite of his nose, and he was so big and masculine.
A tiny shiver raced down her spine.

They made a toast, something about people helping other people, and
emptied their glasses. She poured two more, sitting a little closer
when she returned.

His arm, resting on the back of the couch, dropped to her shoulder, his
hand gripping her soft arm. She went willingly into his arms. If he
wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't object. He deserved something for his
trouble. He kissed her hard, his hand sliding under her arm to cup one
of her tits. While his tongue played between her lips, she let him
fondle her, but when his other hand dropped on her knee, she closed her
legs. She pulled away and got to her feet. The fire was building inside
her, the fire that always destroyed her will power and ended with a
wild fuck session.

"I'd better check on John." she said, her face flushed.

Alex leaned back, unprotesting. He knew she was hot, knew she needed
what her husband couldn't give her. It would take a little more time,
but he had all night. She was hot for a fuck, even the sloppy bartender
could fuck her if he was sitting here now. Alex knew that.

Eva stood, brushing her skirt down with both hands, calming her
wobbling knees and then went to the door of the bedroom. John was
sleeping peacefully, like an angel unaware of the sin around him.

How could she cheat on him after he had been so sweet? It wasn't his
fault that he had drunk too much; she was all too guilty of that sin,
too. And then she thought of the brazen widow DeWinter, and vaguely
recalled seeing John lying on the floor and the buxom hussy pulling up
her dress and getting down on top of him and slowly easing down over
his cock. She closed her eyes at the memory of her big open pussy
swallowing up her husband's prick. "No, he wouldn't." she said softly,
and went back to the bar and mixed two more, and with a throaty growl
went back to the couch.

"Is he okay?" Alex said, taking the drink from her hand.

"Sleeping like a baby." She held up her glass and clinked it against
Alex's. "To us." she said. She smiled at him with her eyes over the rim
the glass, waiting for him to put his arm around but he didn't.
Instead, he looked at his watch and said, "Hey, it's getting late."

After Alex had gone, Eva lay beside her husband, fondling his limp
prick and loosely sacked balls. Married life agreed with her, she
decided. Married sex was so much better. Chapter 8

After the doctor left the examining room, she sat on the cold table
deep in thought, the little white gown barely covering her charms. She
giggled and fondled her pussy. It didn't feel any different, but the
doctor had said the magic word: pregnant. Eva Richardson was pregnant.

She sat on the cold table and tried to count back. After that first
week they had flown to Paris and stayed a whole month, and then back to
the city to a new sumptuous apartment for the past two months. God, had
it been two whole months? The time went so quickly. And John had been a
changed man after that first disastrous week, so kind and attentive and
virile. She had seen practically no one since their return except John.
They made love and went to the theatre and ate at expensive
restaurants. It had been one romantic whirl.

Her first clue that something was amiss was when she started waking up
feeling irritable and nauseous. John told her to see the doctor. She
hadn't even noticed that she hadn't had a period since her marriage.
Eva was a careless girl.

She lifted the gown and looked at her tummy, still smooth and flat, and
then thrust her leg out straight. It was a fine leg, and she wondered
if she had excited the doctor. Probably not. He saw naked women all day
long, but he was a man, and she was a woman. Oh, was she ever a woman.

Eva had been a faithful and loving wife for three whole months, yet the
thought of seducing the doctor crept stealthily into her mind. He
really wasn't bad looking, in a stuffy middle-aged way, and she was
sure he had a prick. All men have pricks, and her pussy needed a prick.
John was on a very trying case and he had neglected her three lonely
days.

Eva decided that she must be like her sister-in-law, Nina. Being
pregnant made her fee, horny. She wasn't by nature promiscuous, the
last three months proved that, and here on her first visit she wanted
the doctor to fuck her.

The door opened and a tough-looking nurse stuck her head in the room.
"You can get dressed now. Make another appointment on your way out."
she said. The door slammed shut.

Eva slid dismally from the table, the floor icy cold against her bare
feet, the hungry itch between her legs slowly withering away. She
dressed quickly and went to her car.

On the way home, she realized that she didn't know whose baby it was.
"Let's see..." she mused, "my father-in-law fucked me, and Ted fucked
me, and Mose-oh, that marvelous prick--fucked me, and the bellboy
fucked me. That's four possibles, not counting the titty widow, but
fingers don't count." She giggled and lifted her skirt and put her hand
on her slightly swollen tummy, at least she imagined it was slightly
swollen. "You little rascal, whose can you be? Surely not my husband's.
Yes, you could be my husband's. I almost forgot, he fucked me, too.
That's five."

When she told her husband, he was less than pleased. He didn't want to
start a family so quick, and if there was anything that turned him off,
it was a pregnant woman. He knew he wouldn't touch her again until
after the baby was born. "Why in the hell weren't you taking the pill?"
he asked angrily.

But it was a different story when they told his parents later that
evening. Joseph Richardson was rapturous. "Another Richardson, at
last." he crooned. "It will be a boy. I know it will."

Eva knew the old man thought it was surely his, but she doubted it. He
was only one out of five that had a crack at it, and the odds favored
her husband; he had fucked her the most. Besides, she was putting her
money on Mose and his monstrous hose, even if it had been a quickie.

She managed to seduce her husband that night, but the following days
turned into misery. He lost all interest in her sexually, and slept
well on his side of the bed. He gave her a peck on the cheek upon
retiring, and went immediately to sleep.

It was two weeks later when her sister-in-law came to call. "Well,
well, well, little Eva, it's your turn now." Nina said, bursting into
the apartment. "My, what a lovely place you have."

Eva stood holding the door, staring at her lovely sister-in-law. Nina's
confinement was over; she had had a girl, and she was once again sleek
and trim and very, very chic. Eva felt drab in her presence. She was
wearing a smock, a maternity smock, though she didn't yet need it, and
that was all, barefoot and naked except for the smock. And though it
was an expensive smock, she still felt like a country cousin beside
Nina.

"Close the door, darling, and get me a drink." Nina said.

"Oh, yes." Eva said, and closed the door.

"You do have something to drink?"

"Of course. What would you like?"

Nina glanced across the room and saw the bar. "On second thought, you
sit down. You're the one who's pregnant now. I'll do the honors. What
would you like?"

Eva had never had the nerve to argue with her domineering sister-in-law
and went to the couch, her heavy tits wagging free under her smock, and
sat down. "Just a Coke, please."

"You need a drink, dear, I can tell."

"It's not good for the baby."

"Nonsense, pure fabricated nonsense." Nina said. "I was drunk for the
entire nine months, and you should see my little angel. She is perfect
in every way, and beautiful beyond description."

"Whiskey and water." Eva said timidly.

They were on their fourth drink and both quite high when Nina moved to
the couch beside Eva and told her what a lovely young woman she was.
"You know, after I got pregnant I was so turned on that I wanted to be
fucked all the time, but it's back to normal now ... dull."

Eva blushed and said nothing. She was shocked to hear Nina use four
letter words, even after knowing how she acted while she was pregnant.

"You know, I never really cared much for sex; there was always so much
else to do, and even after I got married, Mose could always get it
elsewhere, anyway. Incidentally, I watched him fuck you after your
wedding."

Eva reddened again. "Well, I watched your gigolo fuck you, too." she
snorted defensively.

Nina sipped from her drink, unperturbed. "After several years daddy
started nagging for us to have a baby. I didn't tell him that Mose and
I had decided that it was time and that I was already pregnant. Poor
daddy, he thought it was his until she was born. She is the picture of
Mose." Nina glanced furtively at Eva. "I've never told anyone this,
Eva, but I have to get it off my chest. A few days after I found out I
was pregnant, I stopped by the house when I was very drunk and he
fucked me. Yes, my own father fucked me. I'd always known that he was
terribly lewd, and that he cheated on mother all the time, but I never
suspected he would stoop to incest. The worst part was that I enjoyed
it immensely. I was so ashamed." She glanced again at Eva, expecting to
see disgust; she saw none. "It only happened once, but I have to admit
I wanted it to happen again. After that I couldn't get enough prick.
You'd better not let him get you alone, Eva, or he'll fuck you."

"He already has." Eva said.

"God, I should have known." She put her hand on Eva's knee. "You really
like to fuck, don't you?"

"Yes, and not just when I'm pregnant." Eva said defiantly, brushing
Nina's hand off her knee.

"Well, you're not very pregnant yet. You don't show at all."

"But I do! Look!" Eva exclaimed, jumping to her feet and lifting her
dress high above her waist.

"Eva, you're lovely." Nina gasped.

Eva blushed redder than before and dropped her dress. "I forgot, I'm
not wearing any pants."

"You weren't the last time I saw you, either."

"Neither were you."

Nina laughed. "No, I guess not. God, that pretty boy has a big prick,
but not that big. I don't like them too big. Here, let me get us
another drink."

Eva handed Nina her glass. "Okay. I feel good for the first time in
weeks, and I want to feet better.

Nina returned with the fresh drinks. "I want you to feel better,
darling." She sat very close to Eva. "You know, Mose's cock is really
too big. I always hurt afterwards."

"I felt wonderful afterwards. Weren't you angry when you saw Mose
fucking me?"

"No, I wasn't angry, but I did rather envy you at the time. You know,
for enjoying my husband's prick so much when I had never enjoyed it. I
almost ran down the stairs to tell my brother to come up and see what
his sweet little bride was doing... but of course I didn't."

"I'm glad you didn't. The difference between you and me is, you're hot
to trot when you're pregnant, but I'm that way all the time."

"Maybe we aren't different at all." Nina said, her hand again on Eva's
knee.

"But you said--"

"Maybe I was wrong." She moved her hand up under Eva's dress until she
was an inch from her cunt. "I think I'm a Lesbian. Or maybe I'm
bisexual, because I know I'll let the right men fuck me now that I've
found I like it, after all. But for now, I have to find out how I feel
about girls." Her hand moved up into the hair between Eva's thighs.

Eva remembered the thrill when Roxanne DeWinter masturbated her, a knot
of excitement growing in her pussy. "Don't, Nina ... you shouldn't."

"I think I should." Nina said, sliding her finger slowly back and forth
in the deep slit. "When I was a sophomore in college, my roommate and I
used to lay in bed and jack each other off. We didn't even take off our
pajamas, and we never went any further, but I wish that we had. I want
you to go down on me, Eva, I want you to eat my cunt."

Eva gasped and spread her legs as Nina's finger pushed up into her
pussy. "I'm not that way, Nina." she said.

"You're any way I want you, darling, as long as it concerns sex, and
you know it. Now I'll just remove my skirt, since it's too tight to
pull up, and you get on your knees in front of me."

Nina stood up and pushed her skirt down her slim legs. "As you see, I
came up here for the sole purpose of getting my pussy eaten, and I came
prepared. "I'm not wearing panties, either."

Eva gasped at the sight of Nina's hairless cunt.

"They shaved it when I had the baby and I liked it so much that I've
kept it this way. It's beautiful, don't you think?"

Eva nodded dumbly as Nina fell back on the couch and opened her legs
wide. She slid off the couch and crouched between Nina's legs and, with
a hand on each of her sister-in-law's legs, dropped her mouth wetly to
the inside of one thigh. She moved upwards until she was almost to her
cunt and then skirted around it to play her lips lightly over the flat,
firm belly, sinking her tongue into the belly button and then down
again to the deep cleft between Nina's legs, but never quite touching
her pussy.

"Oh, Jesus, God, wonderful, wonderful." Nina moaned, her hands going
lightly to the top of Eva's head. "Tease me, taunt me, make me want it
terribly!"

Eva's tongue danced lightly along the edge of Nina's cunt and down her
legs. She came back up licking and kissing, moving slowly, closer and
closer. And then she spread Nina's cuntlips open, filled her mouth with
saliva, and closed hungrily over the reeking cunt. The drool ran out as
her tongue went in, and then out, and then up the groove to her
throbbing clit.

Nina sobbed with pleasure, her hips moving against Eva's licking
tongue. "Oh, Eva darling, it's good, good, good." she cried, nearing
orgasm.

And then Eva stopped and pulled away. Nina grabbed for her head,
getting nothing but air. "Don't stop, don't stop!" she screamed.

Eva got to her feet, her lips and chin shining with saliva and the
juices from Nina's cunt. "It's your turn now, dear." she said, smiling
sweetly.

"What do you mean?"

Eva pulled her dress up over her head and threw it to the floor. "Take
the rest of your clothes off, and then you can taste my pussy. It's all
covered with nasty hair, not shaved clean like yours."

"No, I don't want to." Nina said softly, shrinking back against the
couch.

Eva grabbed Nina by the hair and pulled her to her feet. "I said get
naked, bitch!" she screamed.

Nina was surprised at Eva's strength; she couldn't get free, and it
hurt terribly. She slowly unbuttoned her tailored jacket, and her
blouse, and pulled them off as one. Eva let go of her hair and put her
arms around her, her hands busily undoing her brassiere. When the bra
fell to the floor, Nina gasped as Eva's heavy tits pressed against her
own small, firm mounds, and they fell over backwards onto the couch,
their mouths coupled.

"I can taste my cunt on your mouth." Nina said.

"Wouldn't you rather taste mine?" Eva said.

"Yes, yes!"

Eva lowered her cunt down onto Nina's face. Nina hesitated for an
instant and then thrust her tongue up into Eva's pussy. Nina had always
known that she would like the taste of cunt, and she was glad that it
was covered with nasty hair. It was a nasty, hairy monster, sweet and
foul, wet and slippery.

Eva reached down and fingered her clit, since Nina favored her cunt
juice, and knew that she would come very quick. She groaned and felt it
start, the juices from her cunt almost flowing. It was so strong that
it soon turned to pain, yet she continued to abuse her clit, and Nina
continued to fuck her tongue in and out of her cunt. It hurt so bad
that it felt good, and she started coming again.

She finally could stand no more and they fell off the couch in a heap.
Nina came down on top of her. "Now taste your own pussy, pregnant
little Eva." she said, and pressed her open mouth over Eva's. "Make me
come now, Eva."

Eva made her come several times. It was her first time with another
woman, but she knew instinctively what to do. She sucked and licked and
kissed until Nina was humping and rolling and screaming for joy.

When John called and said he would be detained all night at the office,
Eva wanted to go out and pick up a couple of men, but Nina declined.
Instead, they both got very drunk, and Eva used an ornately carved
hairbrush on her sister-in-law. First, she used the flat side on her
ass, spanking until her butt was crimson, and then pushed the long,
bumpy handle into her cunt and fucked her silly. They fell asleep in
the sixty-nine position.

Chapter 9

Eva wasn't completely turned on to Lesbian love, but it was sex and
she looked forward to Nina's return. It was three weeks before Nina
dropped by again, and she brought her baby. They didn't make love. Nina
looked at her caustically and said, "Frankly, dear, now that you're
showing so much, I'm turned off."

Eva sizzled and called her a hypocritical bitch.

Even her husband, John, was ignoring her. Oh, he was kind and
thoughtful and concerned, but other than a peck on the cheek, he hadn't
touched her. They weren't even sleeping together, since he had moved to
the spare bedroom so as not to disturb her. She couldn't seem to get it
across to him that she wanted to be disturbed.

Over breakfast one morning, John told her that Nina had found a tennis
partner, female of course, and gone on a tennis tour.

"God, that cunt-sucking, ass-kissing, pious, hypocritical Lesbian." she
said, but not so John could hear, of course.

Another month passed. She felt like a prisoner, and worse, felt awkward
and ugly and unwanted. She saw her mother occasionally, and went for
long walks, and read a lot of books, but that wasn't what she wanted.
She didn't miss girl sex, since she had only tried it once, and could
jerk off for relief, which she had, two and three times some days, but
she realized that she wanted a man, even in her bloated condition.

One day, after window shopping for almost an hour she decided she could
walk no further and, seeing a theater, decided it was as good a resting
place as any. She crossed the street and bought a ticket, not so much
as bothering to see what was playing.

In the cool darkness, she went about a third of the way down, went to
the middle of the row, and sat heavily into the welcome cushion. Her
shoes came off first, and then she fidgeted about in her seat until she
was reasonably comfortable before directing her attention to the
screen. The feature was in the middle and she had no idea what was
going on, but she was bored with everything, anyway, so it didn't
really matter.

From the corner of her eye, she caught movement and looked up to see a
man settling into the seat next to hers.

"Uh, this seat isn't taken, is it?" the man asked.

"No." Eva answered, looking quickly back to the screen.

Every other seat in the row was vacant, and every seat in the next row,
and the next, and the next. In fact, there were less than a dozen
people in the whole theater.

Eva stared straight ahead for several minutes, pondering where she had
seen the man before. Then it came to her; she had caught a glimpse of
him from the corner of her eye when she was window shopping on the next
block. She remembered now that he had been staring at her. She had
thought nothing of it at the time, but now she realized that she had
had the feeling of being watched for some time. Her heart quickened and
missed a beat. The man had followed her into the theater and had the
nerve to sit in the seat next to her. Her pulse pounded in her temple.
She wanted to take another look at him in case she had to identify him
later, but didn't dare.

"I've been dying to see this picture." he said. "It really should be
fabulous. Don't you think?"

"Yes, I guess so." Eva answered without turning her head. She could
hear him fidgeting around in his seat.

They sat in silence for five, maybe ten minutes.

"I hope it follows the book. It's a fabulous book. Have you read it?"
he finally said.

"No." Eva answered, again without looking at him.

"You should. It's well worth the time."

"Yes, I suppose so." Eva said.

"Am I annoying you? Would you like me to move?"

"No, it's all right." she said, taking a quick glance at him. He was
young, probably younger than she, and rather good-looking. Her mouth
felt dry and she licked at her lips.

"You're ... you're beautiful, ma'am. I think women are at their
prettiest when they're, well..."

"Yes, go on." Eva said, her face flushing, her heart pounding wildly.

"When they're ... when they're carrying a child." he blurted.

Eva smiled and looked into his eyes. "You can say it, pregnant isn't a
naughty word."

"Yes, pregnant. I should have said it to start with. You must be pretty
far along, ma'am."

"Oh, only the sixth month or so." She giggled then. "I still have a
ways to go."

"I'm just fascinated with women in your condition, pregnant I mean." he
said. Eva felt his arm brush her neck as it crept stealthily across the
back of her seat. "Gosh, I'd have bet that you were more than six
months along." His arm was around her now, and he let his hand drop
lightly onto her shoulder. Her heart pounded beneath her swollen
breast. "Could I ... would you mind if ... you wouldn't scream if I put
my hand on your tummy, would you?"

"No, I guess it would be all right, she said hesitantly.

He put his hand flat on her stomach. "I probably shouldn't say this to
you, but I get terribly aroused when I see a pregnant woman." he said,
moving his hand gently back and forth.

"What do you mean, aroused?"

"You know, sexed-up. It gets hard. I've been like this for quite a
while."

"What do you suppose causes it?" Eva asked.

"My mother, I guess."

"Your mother?"

"Yes, when I was twelve years old she was carrying my sister and she
would let me feel her big stomach. My mother was very beautiful. She
still is."

The boy was getting very excited, his hand moving in a circular motion,
a motion that slowly hiked her dress higher and higher until her legs
were bare almost up to her crotch.

"How old was your mother then?" Eva asked. She was enjoying his affair
with his pregnant mother.

"Oh, about twenty-five, I think. When she was in the late months she
got to ... well, needing it, I think."

"Needing what?" Eva said, knowing full well what he meant.

"Sex." the young man said.

Eva was in a daze of excitement. I'm needing it, too, she told herself.

"You probably won't believe this, but one day she opened her blouse and
let me feel her. She sure had big ones. Yours look big, too."

She turned her face up to his. "God, honey, kiss me." she moaned. He
kissed her long and hard, and expertly, too; not like the timid youth
he appeared to be. While his tongue worked inside her mouth, she undid
the buttons on her blouse. When they broke the kiss, she had her blouse
all the way open. "God, honey, suck me." she cried, her hand going
behind his head.

Her tits were huge, round and swollen with milk. The boy gasped and
leaned toward her tit, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth.

"Oooooh, I like that." Eva sighed. "It's been three months since I was
loved. Pregnant women turn my husband off. He won't come near me."

The young man raised his head. "The fool." he said. "Would you like to
come to my place? There's no one there."

"Yes ... no, I wouldn't dare." she said. "Just play with my tits and
make me hot."

His hands cupped her tits while his mouth caressed the nipples into
hard knobs. She closed her eyes and let her head hang back, her breath
coming in short gasps.

"My mom couldn't control herself, finally," the boy said, "and just
took all her clothes off in front of me. She laid down on the bed and
had me kiss her ... you know, between the legs."

"Oh, Jesus, Jesus!" Eva cried excitedly. "Put your hand between my
legs!"

The boy felt his breath catch in his throat. He had been following
pregnant women for years, but nothing like this had ever happened
before. He put his hand on her thighs and slid it up to her crotch. She
was naked under the skirt.

Eva saw his look of surprise and smiled. "I haven't worn any undies for
weeks. They're too uncomfortable. Oooh, I'm so hot, honey. I wish I bad
the nerve to come home with you, but I don't."

She spread her legs apart and he moved into the hair. It was soft and
fluffy on her mound, but very wet around the lips of her cunt. He put
one finger between the fat lips, nuzzling gently until he found her
pussy.

"Push it in deep, deep." she moaned.

His mouth moved over her neck, her ears, her throat, her breasts, and
then up to her lips, his finger plunging slowly in and out of her cunt.
She moaned again and thrust against his fucking hand when the second
finger went in.

"My dad was gone a lot and mom really had the hots." he said, nipping
first at one nipple and then the other. "I shouldn't tell you this, but
a couple of weeks before she had my sister, she got so hot she couldn't
stand it any longer and she ... she let me fuck her."

"Oh God, oh Jesus ... you bad, bad boy." Eva moaned. Her hand fumbled
at the heavy lump in his lap. "Would you like for me to ... to play
with it?" she whispered.

"Yes, yes!" he said.

She got his fly open and brought out his hard cock and started slowly
jacking him off. She almost swooned. It had been so long, and she so
loved the feel of a man's cock in her fist. It felt so hot in her palm,
and pulsed and jerked when she slid up and down the shaft. His prick
was big and long and so hard, and she realized how much she had missed
feeling a prick. It was unfair of her husband to hold out on her, and
he deserved what she was doing now. She liked his cock, too, but she
realized she liked this cock better, at the moment, at least.

She started coming and hunched against his hand, unable to suppress the
grunts and groans. And then when he pushed a third finger all the way
into her cunt, she came again, hard and almost painful, but wonderful,
excruciatingly wonderful. Her hand flew on the boy's prick.

The boy straightened in his seat and went rigid. When she felt the
first hot spurt run over her hand she lost all self-control and started
to cry. She bent over and took his cock in her mouth, the tears running
from her eyes, her mouth puffing the boy's sweet cum from the end of
his cock. With the taste of jizz in her mouth, she came again, even
harder than before.

The boy pulled his fingers from her cunt and shoved them into his
mouth, sucking away her pussy juice while he hunched wildly into her
drawing lips.

Chapter 10

The next day, Eva put on a one-piece smock and a pair of red, flat-
heeled shoes. She had fought with herself against going to the theater
again, but she lost, and she carefully combed her golden hair and made
up her face. She had been drinking all morning knowing that it would
weaken her resolve not to go, and she took another stiff belt just
before she left the apartment.

She saw him standing in front of the store next to the movie when she
was still a block away. He looked at her and she waved.

"I was afraid you weren't coming." he said.

"I don't walk very fast." she said, looking down at the ground. She
knew why she was here and felt awkward. "Let's not go to the movie
today. Let's go right to your apartment." she said softly.

"Okay, but it's a house, not an apartment."

"You have a house?"

"I still live at home. It's my parents'."

Eva looked at him, a startled look on her face.

"They aren't home. It's okay." he said.

"Do you still ... you know, with your mother?"

"No. She won't let me. I tried a couple of months ago and she slapped
me." His face reddened.

"You poor darling." Eva said, taking his hand. "Let's go. I won't slap
you." She let her finger tickle his palm. "I'll fuck you."

"Oh Jesus, Eva." he said, and tried to kiss her.

"Wait until we get to the car." she said.

In his car, a beat up old Ford, Eva moved very close to him, resting
her hand on his lap, and waited to be kissed. She felt unusually horny
even for Eva, deciding it was caused by the anticipation of knowing she
was going to let him fuck her, and the delicious warm glow from
drinking since early morning, and, of course, the feel of her young
lover's cock, already hard and throbbing under her hand.

She didn't unzip him and take it out, but continued to fondle him
through his pants, rubbing it briskly and then gripping it tightly as
it stretched long and solid. The tingle in her cunt was growing, and
she lifted her skirt up above her swelling, stomach to show him she was
naked under her dress.

"Put your hand on my stomach." she said.

He glanced down and then put his hand on her belly.

"Feel it all over, honey, and then play with my cunt"

He circled his palm slowly,, working downward until he was nuzzling in
the soft hair. It felt soft and fuzzy like it had the day before, once
again turning wet and sticky when he got down between her thighs. She
was completely lubricated, her cunt a froth of slick juice.

"Push it in and finger fuck me, but do it slow and easy." she said. "I
want to save my first come for your fat prick."

She almost couldn't, though, because the instant his finger entered her
cunt, she almost made it. "Easy, baby, easy." she moaned, putting her
hand over his to direct his activity. For the rest of the ride to his
house she luxuriated in a warm glow of sexual ecstasy, floating
exquisitely on the fringe of a tremendous orgasm.

It was a cozy-looking place, a white frame building with a picket
fence. They climbed from the car and went inside, where it was as homey
as it was outside, and as neat as a house could be.

"Do you have anything to drink?" Eva asked.

"I think there's some beer in the fridge."

"Let's skip the drinks, then, and go in the bedroom." she said, taking
his hand. "Beer makes me fart."

In the bedroom she immediately turned down the bed and pulled her dress
up over her head, leaving her naked. "Do you like me naked and
pregnant?" she asked.

He only stared and gasped, so she lay back on the bed and spread her
legs. "Kiss my pussy, Tommy, and then take off your clothes and lay
down beside me."

He came down on the foot of the bed and put his face between her
thighs. Parting the wet hair with his fingers, he spread her pussy lips
and thrust his tongue inside and started slowly licking her.

Eva moaned and grabbed wildly at his head. "God, Tommy, I didn't say to
mouth-fuck me! I can't hold out if you do that. Just kiss it good, all
over, and then get naked and come to bed with me."

Tommy kissed her wetly, roving from her clit down to her tightly
puckered asshole where he spread the cheeks and lapped eagerly. Eva
shuddered and moaned, pushing his head away. "Take your clothes off. I
need you!" she said.

She fingered herself while he stood and peeled off his clothing,
keeping herself aroused, and took him eagerly into her arms when at
last he lay naked beside her. They kissed wetly, the taste of cunt
strong on his mouth.

"I want your cock inside me." she said. "But don't get on top. You'd be
too heavy on my stomach. Let's lay side by side, so you can get it all
the way in and you can feel my belly and tits. I'm just so turned on
that I can hardly stand it."

He positioned himself and pushed his cock into her pussy. It went in
easily, first an inch, then two, and finally all the way home.

"Oh, God, Eva, it feels so good." he gasped "I've wanted to do this
ever since mother was pregnant, but no one would let me."

Eva felt his rigid prick all the way, her pussy clasping hungrily at
every inch of the throbbing shaft. "Don't come for a long, long time,
honey. Just fuck me slow and easy, and play with my tits. It makes it
better." She moved against him with each thrust, the urge to climax
growing stronger. "Tell me about fucking your mother." she said.

"I told you that she had me eat her. Well, after that she kind of
avoided me for several days, but one day when I came home from school,
she called to her bedroom. I went in and she was on the bed, completely
naked. Boy, did I ever get a hard-on, She had me come over and lie down
beside her, and she took my prick out. It wasn't too big then, but it
was sure hard. She jacked me off for a while and finally said that she
wanted me to fuck her. Dad had been gone for two weeks and she was
really horny." Tommy was thrusting with determination now.

"Stop for a minute and just let it soak." Eva said.

Tommy stopped. "I stood by the bed and she draped her legs over the
edge and I fucked her. It was my first time and I came real quick, but
I did it again after a little rest.

"I slept with her that night, and every night until dad came home. We
just fucked all the time. I don't know if she came, I was so little
then, but I sure came a lot."

"You're not little now, and I'm going to come." Eva cried. "Do it, do
it, fuck me fast, honey!"

Eva came hard, her eyes going glassy and her body shuddering with lust
and passion. It might have been several comes, but it felt like one
long blast, maybe the best she'd ever experienced, she wasn't sure. She
felt squishy like jelly when she felt his hot cum spread inside her
cunt. It was a feeling she adored; wet, slick, jizz sliding and
splashing around and then seeping out to spread into her hair and over
her thighs.

Tommy fell away from her, gasping, his prick still leaking long strings
of cum. "Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful." he muttered, clutching at
his cock. "I could hear dad fucking her when I lay in bed at night. I
hated myself because I would lay there wishing that dad was on the road
and not at home fucking mom. I'd lay there and I take my prick in my
hand and jealously jack off and come all over their picture. It was on
the stand beside my bed and I'd curse them and smear my messy jizz all
over their faces. He fucked her the night she went to the hospital
because I heard it, and she came, I know that, too, because she told
him so."

Eva changed her position and put her face between his legs. She sucked
in his prick, wanting to feet it in her mouth while it was soft and
wrinkled and sticky.

Tommy continued, enjoying her hot, active mouth. "I only fucked mom one
time after that. It was a couple of months after she had my sister and
dad was on the road again. She was sitting in a big chair and she
really must have had the hots because she called me over and had me sit
on the floor front of her. She was nursing my sister, if you can
believe it, and she lifted her dress up and spread her legs out. She
wasn't wearing any pants under that dress, and she looked at me and
said, 'Suck momma's pussy, honey.' That's all she said. Well, I really
ate her and she came hard.

"That same night she came into my bedroom naked and got on top of me. I
had jacked off just before she came in and she had to suck me to get me
back up, but I really lasted a long time because of it. She made it
several times. She told me so, but it was the last time she ever let me
screw her."

Tommy was good and hard again, his cock seeping milky water into Eva's
sucking mouth. He pulled out. "Get on your knees, I want to fuck you
from behind, doggy-style." he said.

Eva dropped reluctantly to her knees, not sure that she was ready for
another penetration so soon. He draped over her body, his hands going
to her heavily loaded tits, and slammed his cock into her cunt. "You're
a slut, Eva, a slut like my mother. Fucking with me while you carry
your husband's baby." he shouted. Eva liked to have his hard cock
inside her. "What makes you think it's my husband's?" she said, rolling
her ass in a circular motion.

And then he jerked out, leaping wildly from the bed.

"Don't stop now!" Eva cried, "It's good, good!"

"There's a car in the driveway! My mother's home!" he gasped, thrusting
a foot into his pant's leg. "Just stay in here. I'll try and get rid of
her somehow."

Tommy rushed to the kitchen and saw her through the window in the back
door. She wasn't alone--there was a man with her. The man kissed her
while she opened the door. He had his hands under her dress. He was
very surprised when he saw Tommy.

"I didn't know you were home, Tommy." Evelyn said.

"Obviously." Tommy said.

"What the hell." the man said.

"You'd better leave." Evelyn said, "I'll call you."

"You said . . . "

"You'd better go, Paul." Evelyn said sternly.

The man left in a huff, slamming his car door and peeling rubber all
the way out of the driveway.

Evelyn looked at her glowering son. "So I met an old friend and he
drove me home. So what?"

"Old friend, my ass." Tommy said. "Where's your car?"

"In a parking lot. It's not far. You can be a good boy and go get it
for me." She had a package in her hand.

"What's in the package?" Tommy said.

"Jesus Christ, what is this, an inquisition?"

"What's in it?"

Evelyn stripped the sack open. "It's a bottle of whiskey. I like a
drink now and then. Is that okay?"

"You were going to get drunk and let that guy screw you."

"Jesus Christ!" Evelyn yelled. She opened the bottle and took a drink.
"Here, have a drink and then go get my car."

Tommy took a swallow. He grimaced. "You know I hate the stuff." he
said. He took another drink, grimacing again.

Evelyn brushed past her son and went into the living room. Tommy
followed, bottle in hand. "Here, Mom, have another slug. Get drunk and
we'll ball. I may not be hung like that guy, but I'll do my best."
Tears of rage streamed down Tommy's cheeks.

"You're a dirty little bastard." she said, still she took the bottle
and took a long pull. "Where's your shirt?"

"I was taking a nap." Tommy said, remembering Eva was in the bedroom.

Eva peeked from the bedroom. Evelyn wasn't as pretty as she had
imagined, but she was sexy, sexy as hell. She watched the buxom woman
sit on the couch and take another drink.

Evelyn looked at her son. "Sometimes I get lonely when your father's
away." The booze made her feel light-headed and warm all over. Her
voice was syrupy. "Come and-sit by momma, honey."

Tommy came over and sat down. He put his hand on her leg and moved it
up under her skirt.

"Don't, honey, you'll get me all turned on." she said.

Tommy pushed her skirt up. She was naked underneath. When he felt her
cunt, her legs opened.

"Don't, honey, please." she cried softly.

"How often do you see other men?" Tommy said.

"Only when your father is out of town."

"Every time he's gone?"

"Sometimes." she said.

Her legs were splayed wide. Tommy had two fingers inside her cunt. Her
head was thrown back, her eyes closed. "How often?" Tommy persisted.

"Whenever he's gone ... every time." she blurted. "That feels so good,
Tommy, don't stop."

"Even when you were pregnant?"

"No. No one wanted me then."

"I wanted you."

"Yes, darling, and you had me. Do you want me now?"

"Why did you make me stop?"

"I thought it was bad for you."

She was gasping for breath and went over easily onto her back. Tommy
had his pants off. His cock fit nicely in his mother's cunt.

"Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me hard." she moaned.

Tommy wallowed in the heat of his mother's body. He was deep in her
wide, hairy crotch, his prick in to the balls, and her legs had wrapped
snugly around his slim waist. His hands fumbled at the front of her
dress.

"Let me do it." she said, quickly opening her dress. She wore no bra.
"Keep fucking, honey, just keep fucking." she moaned.

His chest sunk into her soft, pillowy tits. He felt swallowed up in
soft, warm flesh. As he thrust into her cunt she seemed bigger than he
remembered, but decided that he liked it big. A pussy should be wet and
roomy, even for a small cock, and Evelyn was certainly wet and roomy.

Evelyn closed her eyes and tried to take more of him inside her. She
moaned softly, realizing that she enjoyed having her son fuck her, even
if it was wrong; she had enjoyed it from the first time she allowed him
liberties with her body, but she also realized that she needed it
bigger. Not that Tommy wasn't hung. He just wasn't hung enough. His
father had a big prick, and Paul, oh, Jesus, Paul really had a big one.
She had taken it out of his pants on the drive to the house, and it was
huge. In her excitement, she had ducked her head under the wheel and
kissed it, and licked it, and with one hand wrapped tightly, pushed as
much into her mouth as she could take. He had almost come, but she knew
just when to stop. How she had wanted it, squirming in anticipation of
having that big meat inside her. She wished now that she had let him
fuck her in the car like he had wanted. She could still take care of
her son's needs.

"You were going to let that man do this to you. Weren't you?" Tommy
said.

"You mean Paul?"

"Whatever his name is. Weren't you?"

"Yes, honey, he was going to fuck me. That's why he was so angry when
he saw you here."

"He isn't an old friend, is he?"

"No. I just met him an hour ago."

She could feel his throbbing cock inside her, rubbing urgently,
plunging in and out, agitating her pussy. Fucking was wonderful and
glorious. It made her feel so good. She didn't feel any guilt now while
it was so good. It really couldn't hurt the boy. And it certainly
didn't hurt her. Perhaps a few pangs of remorse afterwards, but they
always went away, especially by the time she wanted it again. She was
going to make it, she could tell. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she
squealed.

Eva stood in the bedroom door watching. She felt confused, not sure if
she was excited or disgusted. She had never seen a son fucking his
mother before, or even imagined that it would happen, for that matter.
Her own perversity disgusted her. Tommy was right. She was a slut, a
pig, just like his mother. She was a cheating wife of the worst kind,
and vowed to mend her ways.

"I'm getting close, mother!" Tommy cried.

Evelyn's legs fell from around her son. "Don't come yet, honey. Just be
still and let it cool down. Mamma wants more."

He stopped moving, breathing heavily. "Take it out if you have to, but
don't come yet." she said.

"I'm okay now, Mom." Tommy said, and started fucking again.

Evelyn had been right on the edge when Tommy had stopped and came right
back up again. She started coming.

"Do it fast, baby, fuck Mamma, fuck your mamma... I'm there, I'm
coming!" She lifted her pelvis up from the couch to meet his thrusts.
"Go ahead, let yourself go, honey. Come inside your mamma's pussy, fill
me with your stuff!."

She was thrashing beneath him when he shot off. The white jizz spurted,
gob after gob, until he was dry and lay heavily on her heaving body.
Then they both lay rigid, gasping for breath.

"You're a good boy, Tommy, and I love having you fuck me, but we really
musn't do this anymore." Evelyn finally said.

"Why not? I love you, Mother."

"Well, because it's not natural. A son isn't supposed to fuck his own
mother."

"Why not? What's wrong with it?"

"For one thing, you should be fucking girls your own age. The world is
full of young girls that like to be fucked. And if you must fuck a
mother, should be someone else's mother."

He thought of Eva in the bedroom. "I have fucked someone else's
mother." he said, figuring that Eva was someone else's mother. Almost.

"Don't make up stories, son. It won't change my mind. You should be out
fucking other girls, girls your own age."

Tommy jumped to his feet. "I'm not making up stories, Mother. I'll show
you."

He went into the bedroom to get his proof, but Eva wasn't there. He
searched the room. He searched the bathroom and the other bedroom. She
was gone. She had run out on him when he needed her. Girls were
untrustworthy. They let you down in the clutch. He went dejectedly back
into the living room, his eyes glazed with angry tears.

"What's the matter, darling?" she said, sitting up.

He started to tell her, but stopped, deciding she wouldn't believe him,
anyway. He wasn't sure he believed it himself He pushed her back down
and knelt beside the couch.

"Let's do it again, Mom. I can get it up if you'll help me."

His mouth closed over one of her big, ripe nipples. It swelled hard
between his lips while his hand played in the sticky hair between her
thighs.

"No, baby, no. We shouldn't." she whispered, her hand slipping down
between his legs. His prick was soft and slippery, but it responded to
her gentle masturbating. He is such a good boy; perhaps one more time,
she thought. "That feels so good, Tommy." she said softly, feeling her
nipple all fat and excited inside his sucking mouth.

Chapter 11

Eva gave birth to twin boys. They were fine strapping boys and she was
very proud. She had gotten very big her last month, and went nowhere
until her trip to the hospital.

It felt wonderful to be slim again. She did her exercises regularly,
and after six weeks her figure was, if anything, better than before.
John was still sleeping in the spare bedroom, though, telling her that
the twins would keep him awake, and he needed his sleep since he
couldn't sleep all day like she did. Her need for sex was growing by
the day, but she told herself that John would return to her bed when
the six weeks were up and it would worth the wait. It was good for her
will power too, to deny herself; Lord knows she never had before. She
was a wife and mother now and had to start acting like one.

During the past few weeks, she had done a great deal of thinking and
felt more grown up and sophisticated, and for the first time realized
her wealth and position, the responsibilities of being Mrs. John
Richardson. She was sure her sexual needs were too well ingrained to
change completely, but she simply had to be more discreet, and she
could certainly afford to be more selective. God, she could have ruined
everything with her reckless promiscuity.

And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous
thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two,
a titty for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play
with herself a little while they sucked. Her Richardson boys, she
called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their
many Richardson features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He
already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Eva's bubble
burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a
point to mention that John had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs.
DeWinter, she thought. Nina was wrong, Eva decided. She had to be. It
was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned,
candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.

Eva was wrong again. When John came home, he told her not to bother
with dinner. He was going out.

"Going out? Where?" Eva shrieked.

"It's on business." he said, and turned away.

"Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck
you're going."

John turned back, his face ashen. "Eva, my God!"

"Don't pull any pious shit on me, John Richardson, I know about you and
that pig Roxanne DeWinter."

"Where did you get an idea like that?"

"From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls,
Nina the Lesbian."

John sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a
quivering mass of jelly. "I can explain." he said weakly.

"You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me
in seven months?"

"No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned
off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't
stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding
night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were
drinking." He hung his head. "And I admit to having sex with Roxanne
DeWinter on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course I forgive you." Eva said, seeing him for the weak man he
was.

"I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place."

Eva almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she
thought.

"I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Nina did." John said.

Eva studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination
whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. "I wouldn't do
a thing like that, darling." she said sweetly. "I'm your wife. I love
you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner."

"I have to go out." John said, getting to his feet.

"Then I'm going with you."

"You can't."

"The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going."

"All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Roxanne's to play bridge."

"I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway."

"We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge.
You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise." John said.

"You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be
there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that."

Later, Roxanne DeWinter was shocked to see Eva. "What a pleasant
surprise to see you, Eva. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly
enough for three tables, but I can-"

"Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway." Eva
snapped, brushing by her hostess.

She was more buxom than Eva had remembered, and really quite beautiful.
Eva shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered,
too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed
half-drunk already.

There were six women, counting Eva, and six men; very convenient. The
men all leered hungrily at Eva and fell over themselves to meet her.
"Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do."
Eva said.

"The library is in the next room, Eva dear. I'm sure you can find
something to read." Roxanne said.

"Could I have a drink first? I need it."

"Of course. Would you care for a martini?"

"I'd rather have Scotch."

"There's Scotch in the library." Roxanne said.

John watched Eva turn and stomp from the room. "How can we play bridge
with so much drinking going on?" John said.

Roxanne took his arm. "We'll manage, somehow." she said.

Roxanne was beginning to wonder about John. They had been playing
regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he
did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and
the stupid jerk brings his wife.

"Have a drink, John, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started." she
said.

Eva found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but
couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the
other room. "Shit!" she said, "They're actually playing bridge. Nothing
but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge." Eva was angry. She had
hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It
was very disappointing.

Eva sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months
since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel
horny, too. She wanted John. She was about to go in and get him when
the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim,
though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over
seventeen.

"Oh." he said shyly, "I didn't know there was anyone in here."

"It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room
playing bridge."

"You must be Mrs. Richardson. I've heard about you. I'm Ronny, you
know, Roxy's wild son."

"Yes, I'm Mrs. Richardson, and I'll just bet you've heard about me.
Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Eva."

Ronny entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit
unsteady on his feet.

"Gosh, you're beautiful, Eva." he said.

"Thanks, Ronny. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too."

Ronny sat beside Eva. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face
growing redder. "What's that you're drinking?" he said.

"Scotch. Want some?"

"Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some."

"I suspected as much." Eva said, wanting to giggle.

She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her
glass to the brim. "I'll drink from this side and you drink from the
other. I only have one glass." she said, putting the glass to her lips.
And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.

Ronny took the glass and took a big swallow.

"I'm a little drunk." he said, giggling with her.

"Not too drunk, I hope."

"Too drunk for what?"

"Oh, for nothing ... or for anything." She took the glass back and gave
him a knowing grin. "How is the hot bridge game in the next room?"

"They didn't even notice me come in. I'd say they are playing a little
bridge, but mostly they're fucking. . . " His face reddened again. "I'm
sorry ... fooling around."

"That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it." She looked at him
coyly. "The word, I mean."

"You're cool, Eva. I like you."

"I like you, too, Ronny." she said and took another drink. "Where have
you been all evening? I wish you had been here."

"I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout."

"Oh, you didn't get any, huh?"

Ronny looked intently at Eva, wanting to tell her about it, but not
sure he should. "No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told
me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?"

"Certainly." Eva said.

"Well," he said, taking the glass from her hand for a little more
courage, "the guys that had been out with her said she was easy, but
now I wonder. Maybe it was just me, used the wrong approach or
something. She's a real sexpot to look at, big boobs and all that."

"Bigger than mine?" Eva said.

"I doubt it. Yours look pretty big."

Eva took his free hand and placed it on one of her tits. "What do you
think?" she said.

"Yours are bigger." he quickly answered.

"You really can't be sure this way. My sweater is pretty bulky." she
said, sliding closer to him. She took his hand and slid it up under her
sweater. Her nipple was already standing firm. "Now you can judge
better."

"Gosh, Eva, you win by a mile!"

"Good. Now play with my nipple and keep it hard. The sweater only does
it half-way. And tell me about your date."

Ronny let his fingers play her nipples to hardness before he continued.
They rose up until they were like little steel marbles, the syrupy milk
oozing onto his finger tips. Eva moaned inside, the delicious feeling
crawling down her spine to her juice-seeping cuntlips.

"Well, we went to this school play and started nipping from my flask.
We nipped until it was empty. Good thing I had a pint in the car
because that girl absorbs Scotch. Anyway, by the time the play was
over, she was half-looped and I thought I had it made. We had
hamburgers at a drive-in and then went and parked and guzzled some more
Scotch.

"We necked up a storm and she let me under her blouse. She let me take
off her bra and then she put her hand on my ... on my prick."

"Like this?" Eva asked, laying her hand on the bulge in his pants."

"Yeah," Ronny said excitedly, "only I think I'm lot harder now than I
was then."

"I hope so." Eva said. "Go on, honey."

"I played with her luscious tits and she really turned on ... I
thought. She pulled my zipper down and pulled it out. Boy, her hand
felt good."

Eva worked Ronny's zipper down and extracted his cock. It was a beauty,
easily over six inches, so sleek and smooth, and so very hard, the
veins standing out all rigid. The circumcised head was shiny with clear
ooze that dribbled out and spread like a clear lacquer. She started
slowly jerking him.

"Oh, God, Eva, that's good." he gasped.

"Go on, tell me more." she urged.

"I was sure I had it made and slid my hand under her skirt. She seemed
to tense a little, but didn't stop me. It took some more Scotch and
some more deep kissing, but I finally got her pants off. Her hair was
soft and fuzzy and she was all wet down there and I just couldn't
control myself. I lifted up her dress and slammed my face into her
crotch. She started screaming and yelling and calling me a pervert.
Boy, that dumb broad really has some hang-ups."

"She sure does." Eva agreed, her hand still working on Ronny's cock.
"Where did you learn to go down on a girl?"

Ronny was really loose now, relaxed and hot, and confident. "Roxy
taught me." he said.

"Your own mother?" Eva said with disbelief.

"Yeah, she really likes it."

Eva pressed her mouth to Ronny's. His long tongue slid wetly into her
mouth. "I can believe it." she said when they broke.

"Oh, Eva, I really wanted to fuck that girl, but she wouldn't let me.
She finally calmed down and said she would jack me off, but she
wouldn't let me fuck her."

"I'll let you fuck me, Ronny." Eva said.

Eva's good resolutions had flown out the window. She wanted this
beautiful boy, wanted his beautiful hard prick, in her mouth, in her
cunt, maybe even in her ass. John could flat go to hell with his stingy
little prick. Ronny's was bigger, anyway.

She quickly took him in her mouth. Ronny gasped. The feel of a cock in
her mouth again was marvelous. The clear stuff was salty, making her
want more, as her tongue searched the crevice under his fat knob and
then slid down the stem to feel the thick veins. She took it all the
way in, almost gagging, and then pulled free.

"I want you to come in my mouth, Ronny. I want to eat everything you've
got to give." she said, her mouth going back over his glans.

Her reward came very quickly. The boy stiffened as hot, chalky goo
squirted into her mouth. She swallowed, only to be rewarded by another
thick jet. She couldn't remember anyone ever coming so much. It had a
smoky taste, and it left a burning sensation all the way down.

She got to her feet. Her hand went to the zipper on the side of her
skirt and it floated to the floor in a heap at her feet. She wore no
panties, and save for her sweater, was naked.

"Go sit in that chair over there." she said.

Ronny got slowly to his feet, his cock still surprisingly half-hard He
went and sat heavily in the chair. Eva straddled him and lowered onto
his half-hard prick. Reaching down, she gripped it in an upright
position, and pushed his cock into her weeping pussy.

"Make it hard again. Fuck me and make me come, darling." she crooned
into his ear. His prick straightened and swelled inside her cunt, and
she started bobbing. Her mouth went to his. She madly kissed the boy
while she fucked him.

Eva had a quick orgasm, the pleasure sending tremors up her spine. She
hadn't forgotten how good it felt to come on a stiff cock, yet she
realized how she had missed it, and how over two months was too damn
long to go without it. She came again, shivering with ecstasy.

"Get down on the floor and let me finish you from behind." Ronny said.
He particularly like it doggy-fashion.

Eva raised up and fell to her knees, the idea thrilling. "Yes, yes,
finish in my asshole!" she gurgled.

It wasn't what Ronny had meant, but he liked the idea very much. He had
taken his mother's asshole a number of times, and he liked it. It was
so tight, so fucking tight.

He came up behind her, his prick was stiff and wet and slimy. He spread
her soft cheeks wide, exposing the tiny, tightly puckered hole. His
first thrust made Eva cry, but he pushed again and his glans spread the
hole and popped inside. He pushed again, his cock jamming deeper into
her ass.

Eva moaned with pain. It hurt like hell, but felt good, too, and her
ass opened to take him. And then he was in deep and started fucking,
and the pain turned to pure bliss. She started coming and coming, and
coming, and coming, her ass bobbing backwards to take each thrust with
violent fury.

So young, yet so expert, Eva thought. He was draped over her bouncing
ass, his hands busy at her distended nipples. If only he had a finger
left over to push up into her pussy, he would be the perfect lover.

"Keep it up, Ronny! I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" she cried
loudly.

In the next room, the bridge game had degenerated to mostly horseplay.
Only John's table was still playing, and everyone except John and was
well stewed, and he was feeling pretty good himself. One couple had
already slipped away in search of a bedroom, and most of the others
were kissing and playing around. It had started as footsie under the
tables, but that period was past; it was time to quit playing games.

Roxanne started to play a card and then threw them all on the table.
"Shit, I don't want to play bridge, and neither does anyone else. Let's
go and see if your stupid wife has passed out yet. I want you in bed,
John."

John let her pull him to his feet, his mouth open with shock. He knew
they were leading up to this, and that it would eventually happen even
if he didn't really want it. He followed her dumbly to the library
door, noticing that one of the ladies was on the floor under a card
table sucking her partner's cock, or was it her partner? At any rate,
it strangely excited him.

Roxanne opened the door. "Oh look, John." she said softly.

"My God!" was all that John could say. He started to rush into the
room, but Roxanne blocked his way.

"Let them be, John." she said.

"But that's my wife, and your son is fucking her ... in the ass!"

"Yes, isn't it beautiful?" She had one arm around his waist, and one
hand against his fly. He was hard. "Let's watch them fuck, it makes me
feel so hot."

John stood stupidly watching, his mouth hanging open, while Roxanne
pulled his cock from the front of his pants. "You watch Ronny fuck Eva
and I'll suck your cock." she said, sinking to her knees in front of
him. John felt her mouth surround his prick and started pushing in and
out. Others had come from the bridge room and were watching the carnal
display.

"Keep it up, Ronny, I don't think I'll ever stop coming!" John heard
Eva cry and started spurting into Roxanne's mouth. She milked him and
swallowed, and then milked him some more.

Roxanne looked up at John. "You naughty man, you made me swallow all
that nasty stuff, now you won't be able to fuck me."

"Yes I will." John bellowed.

"When?"

"Right now, and right here on the floor where Eva can watch."

Roxanne started stripping. "Take your clothes off!" she snapped, "and
fuck me right here in front of Eva!"

John looked at Eva. She was now flat on her stomach, Ronny on top of
her, a long string of jizz coating her outstretched thigh. By the time
he had his shirt off, Roxanne was naked on the floor in front of him.

A man stepped through the door, his heavy prick sticking from the front
of his trousers. "You need some of this, Roxy." he said. He had wanted
to fuck her for a long time.

"John first." Roxy said. "Then I'll have some of that, a lot of that."

John settled down between her open thighs. Her cuntlips were open to
receive him and he went right in. He started fucking, but kept his eyes
on his young wife. Ronny had gotten off and was sitting on the couch,
still dressed, with his limp prick still exposed. A woman, Mrs. Norton,
he thought her name was, went over and sat by Ronny. Her hand wrapped
around his wet prick and she kissed the young boy on the mouth.

Then he saw the man with the big cock walk over to where Eva lay and
take off his pants. His prick was very large. He rolled Eva over and
lay down on top of her. He couldn't hear what they said, but her legs
came up around his hips as he buried his cock inside her cunt. She
groaned loudly like she was really enjoying it. She couldn't be
enjoying it that much, John thought, his own cock lost inside the big,
hairy cunt of Roxanne DeWinter. A fishbowl would be tighter, he
decided. He knew he'd never make it again this way and got up.

"John, what-" she cried.

"Shit, Roxy, your mouth is tighter. You need a club to fill that thing,
and a club I ain't got.

He walked over to where the man with the big cock was fucking his wife.
Her eyes opened wide and she looked up at him. "It feels so good to be
fucking again." she said.

He sat down and watched the man with the big cock fuck his wife. He was
sure that she didn't even see him. He saw emotions mirrored on her face
that he had never suspected, conflicting emotions. He saw the grimace
of pain followed quickly by pleasure, probably derived from the pain.
He saw greed and lust and animal desire, but he also saw love and
compassion and goodness. Boy, this was some broad he had married.

He thought that he should be terribly angry, but his lawyer's mind
reminded him that it was probably his own fault. Her words came back,
'It feels so good to be fucking again', and he knew it was his own
fault. He had neglected her.

He concentrated on Eva, who was now in the throes of another orgasm.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I
love men, I love cock, I love to be fucked!"

John winced and looked around the room. Mrs. Norton was on her stomach
on the couch, her face buried in Ronny's lap. He suspected from the
look on the boy's face that he was about to come in her mouth. Roxy was
still lying on the floor, only now she had another man on top of her.
The man was in to the core and fucking like a stallion.

While John watched the action, the man with the big cock ejaculated
into Eva and got to his feet. He stood with his cock dripping. Eva sat
up, watched the big prick in front of her leak its cum onto the carpet,
and then got to her feet. She picked up her skirt.

"We have to go now, John." she said, "and pick up the boys at your
mother's. It's their feeding time."

She stuffed John's flaccid cock into his pants and zipped him up. They
left the house and walked to the car.

"Nothing like tonight has happened before." John explained after they
had gotten into the car, wondering why he was explaining his actions
instead of demanding an explanation of hers. "I haven't had relations
with Roxanne since our honeymoon. We've done nothing but play bridge
the few times we've been together."

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Of course." John said.

"I won't have you out cheating on me."

"What?" John cried. He felt like exploding. "What in the hell about
you?, Roxy's kid, that other guy?"

"That's your fault. You totally ignored me before the boys were born.
And you totally ignored me after they were born, even tonight when I
had planned on a big evening with just you and me. I'll lay it on the
line, John, if you won't fuck me, someone else will."

Eva pulled up her sweater, revealing her fat, smooth tits. She pulled
his face down to a protruding nipple. "You're just like one of my
babies," she said. "Suck it, John."

John sucked and his mouth filled with sweet milk. While he sucked, Eva
opened his trousers and took out his prick. She soon had it hard in her
hand. "Suck me while I play with your cock." she said.

She had him rigid, the thrills racing through her body, her hand
steadily masturbating him. She stopped when he was about to come,
letting him cool down before resuming. Once she went too long and had
to squeeze it off by pinching down hard at the base of his shaft. When
she let up, jizz dribbled from the end of his prick.

"You'd better stop now and drive, John. Your boys are probably getting
hungry." she said.

John reluctantly slid under the wheel and started the car. When they
were out in the street moving, she slid down in the seat and ducked her
head under the wheel, her tongue licking the cum from his cock.

"Are you going to be a better husband and keep mamma satisfied at
home?" she asked before she closed her mouth over his cock.

"I'll do my best." he moaned.

Eva sucked hungrily on her husband's throbbing prick. She thought of
Ronny's cock, so sweet and clean, so perfect for sucking, and suspected
that his best probably wouldn't quite make it. It would be close, but
not quite.

John pulled into the circular driveway and stopped the car just as his
load splattered into Eva's mouth. She swallowed his nectar and sucked
for another gob, hoping his best would somehow be good enough.