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."