The naughty bride

David Ingram The naughty bride

CHAPTER ONE

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.