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.