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 glans.
In the next room, Doug stopped just before he came and jerked out. He pushed Nina off her knees and rolled her over. Moving quickly over her body, he straddled her, pulled on his prick, and started spurting onto her face. Nina opened her mouth and grabbed at his jerking prick. She got it in after only two spurts and drank hungrily of his slippery goo.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Eva gasped, her hand moving up and down on Mose's cock.
"Are you ready for my cock, Eva?" Mose asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Mose!" Eva cried.
He released her and turned her to face him. "Pull your arms free and put them around me. Your honeymoon is about to begin."
She did as he said, her arms going around his neck to pull his mouth down to hers. She suckled hungrily on his tongue, which was long and thick, and hunched herself against his groin, imagining his cock going right through her wedding gown. She had only felt it and wanted to see it and kiss it and suck it.
"Undress me, Mose! Bare my body and then fuck me!" she cried.
Mose led her to the bed and then bent over to grasp the hem of her gown. "No, Eva, I'll just lift it up. I want to fuck you in your wedding dress, then when you take it out a hundred years from now for old times' sake, you'll remember your first wedded fuck… and me." He straightened, bringing the dress up with him. He gasped. "My God, you're naked under there! You got married to John Richardson without any pants." He held the dress high, laughing, crisp bills falling to the floor, and pushed her back onto the bed.
She was hidden by the full skirt, except for her long legs, wide apart, and her furry cunt, shining wet and open for action.
"First a kiss," he said, kneeling, "but only a short one – we haven't much time." His face went between her open legs and his mouth to her cunt.
Eva cried out as his tongue entered her pussy. She then pushed against him, her legs spreading even wider. But he stopped and lifted up. "Don't stop, please, do it some more," she moaned.
"No. Now I fuck the little bride," he said, and came down on top of her.
He fitted his cock into the mouth of her cunt and pushed in. The fat glans spread her pussy lips and plopped inside. He pushed on into the slippery tunnel until there was ten inches of fat, hard prick inside her cunt.
"You weren't a virgin, little bride, you weren't a virgin," he chuckled.
"Oh, Mose, that's good… so good," she moaned softly, her hips moving in time with his slow thrusting.
She hadn't gotten to see it, and she had wanted to see it, but she was feeling it. Oh, was she feeling it, and that was what it was all about. It felt so good it almost hurt, and she enjoyed that, too. Her pussy was made for a prick; she knew that now, and lay back and let the good feeling consume her.
Her eyes were closed and she imagined his huge cock, long and hard, the huge veins standing out in relief and the head all red and shining and monstrous looking, the big hole in the end covered with its cum, sticky and wet. She could almost taste it and wanted it against her lips spitting its awful goo into her slavering mouth.
Her first orgasm left her with a hollow and empty feeling, and the second, coming very quickly, left her tingly and excited and anticipating the third. The third one held off, lingering hungrily in the pit of her stomach until she was screaming for its release. She jerked wildly, trying to get him deeper, until his zipper cut cruelly into her soft thighs. The greedy bastard didn't even take down his pants, she thought, but soon forgot about it as her third and most satisfying orgasm split her open. Her legs went around his back and she hunched into him like a wild mare fighting the bit – only she wanted it in, not out. His ten inches only made her want more.
Mose felt the charge from his balls and grunted. The thick jizz spurted into her cunt in huge white gobs. He pulled out until only the glans was still buried. "You get every drop, baby, every last drop goes in your tight little cunt," he gasped, milking the thick knob back and forth in her pussy. Her puffy pussylips clung to his cock and sucked at the few remaining strands of cum, drawing them out and swallowing them up deep into her belly.
"You're one fine fuck, little Eva! That John is a lucky man," he said, rising to his feet. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Eva sat up and stared at his prick. It was still huge, though shriveling fast. "Anytime you say," she said, still under the hypnosis of sex. She reached out and encircled his pecker. "It was good, Mose, God, but it was good."
He reknotted his tie while she fondled his prick. "You're a hot little cunt, baby. I really think you could get me up again, but your husband is going to start wondering where you are, so I think I'll split."
Eva sat on the edge of the bed and watched him walk from the room. She sat silently for several minutes, trying to remember just how it had happened. "Well, Eva, you did it again," she finally said aloud, a feeling of repugnance making her shiver. "And this time on your wedding day, before you even got out of your wedding gown. I didn't want him to do it, but I actually enjoyed it, thrilled to it. Is there no end to this insanity?"