0 comments/ 70468 views/ 19 favorites At My Cousin's Wedding By: lomar2 The invitation for my cousin's wedding arrived in early May; the wedding was set to take place on Friday, July 1st (Canada Day) in Halifax. I tossed the invitation onto my computer table and didn't give it a second thought. My cousin was a bit of a jerk and no one in the family really cared much for him. I doubted that anyone from my side of the family would be going to the wedding. It was the first week in June when I received the telephone call that confirmed my suspicions. My Aunt called me wanting to know if I would make the wedding. Apparently everyone else in the family sent back their regrets. My aunt was devastated that none of the family would come for the wedding (except my father who still lived in Halifax). No one wanted to drop the money or waste the points on my cousin. After talking to my Aunt I decided to see if I could still book a flight with my air miles, luckily I was able to book one. Let me explain one thing before I go any further. While I could care less about my cousin, I loved my Aunt dearly. My parents divorced 10 years ago and my Aunt was a tremendous help to both myself and my mother (even though she's my father's sister). If she hadn't called me, I would never have gone, however I felt it was the least I could do to make her happy. I contacted my mother and asked to stay at her place and made a few calls to friends in the area. I heard back from a few and made plans for the weekend back home. I realized that the wedding would only last a few hours and then I would get to catch up with some old friends. As the day grew closer I actually found my self looking forward to the trip. Two days before I was scheduled to depart I heard back from an old girlfriend of mine. She wasn't so much an old girlfriend as someone I would get together with every now and again with for a wild night of sex. She was available the Thursday night that I got in if I was interested in a get together. I sent her back an e-mail with a definite yes. I wouldn't miss the chance to hook up with Bev for anything, hell I'd skip the wedding all together if that was the only time she was available. My excitement level for the trip rose tremendously after Bev confirmed the details. Bev and I first meet at the accounting firm I worked at back in Halifax. She was a couple years younger than me when she started as a summer student and she was hot. Make that nasty hot. Bev was the type of girl that would make the faithful of men stray from their wives, which meant for most guys there would be little hesitation. Bev was about 5'4" tall, dark auburn hair, nicely rounded figure with large firm breasts and an ass that men would beg to fuck. I did, and I got to do just that, and it was worth the begging. Bev had no inhibitions that I was aware of, she had no moral issues with sleeping with married men, or married women for that matter. Nothing was taboo with her and she was always willing to try out something new. Bev did have standards though as she wouldn't jump into bed with just anyone (thankfully I met her standards) and she was always careful. No sense being a hot, available and sexual woman if you wind up catching something she always said. Thoughts of our last encounter before I moved to Toronto filled my head as I sat on the plane headed for Halifax. The thoughts, while enjoyable, also made the flight somewhat uncomfortable as they caused considerable growth in the pleasure regions. I'm certain at least one of the flight attendants noticed the rather large and uncomfortable bulge in my pants. Not that I'm complaining about the favorable looks I received, it just sucked not being able to do anything about it (not yet anyway). I banished thoughts of Bev from my mind and got my erection under control before we landed in Halifax. I disembarked from the plane to the whispers and stares of some of the flight crew. I winked at them as I left, trying to cover my slight embarrassment. I only had carry-on luggage and headed straight to the car rental booth. 20 minutes after landing I was on my way, trying to keep myself under control until after I left my Mother's. I still had over two hours to kill until I was to meet Bev. It took twenty minutes to get to my Mother's. It was a long twenty minutes. Once at my mother's thoughts of Bev were temporarily pushed to the back of my mind. My mother and I chatted for an hour or so before she decided to head to bed. I hopped in the shower, dressed and headed over to the Velvet Olive, a nice relaxed bar in downtown Halifax. I got there about ten minutes early and entered the bar to find Bev already there. I didn't see her right away but I saw the group of guys around someone at the bar and knew enough to realize who it was. I made my way to the bar and ordered myself a vodka and lime. I watched the guys jockey for position around Bev while I waited for my drink. She still hadn't seen me yet so I dove into the melee until I caught her eye. I gave her a quick sign to play along and she smiled. She lived for torturing guys at bars, and I had a thought that would drive them crazy. "Hey gorgeous" I shouted just loudly enough to be heard by Bev and the guys surrounding her, "why don't I buy you a drink and then we can go somewhere private where you can suck my cock and then I can fuck you silly?" All of the guys around her stopped talking, some looked shock, and others looked like they were going to kill me. "Sounds good to me," Bev replied, equally as loud, "Get me a rye and ginger and I'll be waiting for you in the wagon." Even more guys looked shocked, although several still looked like they wanted to kill me. I smiled and ordered the drink and headed back to the wagon with a dozen pairs of jealous eyes focused on me. The wagon is what we referred to the small private sitting areas in the back of the bar as. They had curved ceiling over the tables, covered in velvet, which reminded us of a covered wagon. Bev was laughing as I slide into the booth and handed her the drink. She smiled and we kissed deeply for several minutes. "Nice touch, very subtle. I actually thought a couple of those guys would kill you there for a second." She said as she caressed my leg. "So did I!" I replied as I returned the favor. We laugh for a minute or two over our antics and then got caught up on what was new and exciting in our lives. Bev's descriptions were, as always, very arousing and far more interesting than what was going on in my life at the time. "I almost forgot, I owe you something for the drink." Bev said and a rather mischievous smile crossed her lips. I knew that smile well, and knew I would like whatever happened next. Bev reached over and caressed my now hard cock through my pants. Her stories always had that effect on me. She slowly pulled the zipper down and reached in to free my overly erect dick from its confines. Ducking down she enveloped over half of my nine inches and then began to work up and down on my shaft. I laid back against the booth and enjoyed Bev's talented tongue. We both knew that I wouldn't last long and Bev was employing some new techniques to hasten my orgasm. Reaching into my pants she cupped my balls and found that sensitive little spot behind my nuts. She pressed into it and sucked me fully into her throat. I could feel her throat muscles massaging the head of my cock. My balls tightened at the intense stimulation and I exploded down her throat. It had been a while since I've had sex and thinking about Bev all day really built up quite the load. I think it surprised even her, and that's hard to do. Bev was equal to the task however, and ensured every drop found its way down her throat. It felt like a long time but it only took two minutes for me to blow my load. Bev extracted my slightly softer dick from her mouth and tucked it back in my pants. I zipped up then gave her a deep kiss. I tasted just a hint of cum on her tongue as we swapped spit. "You have no idea how much I needed that." I said after we broke our kiss. "Oh, after that massive load I think I do know!" Bev laughed and kissed me again. She turned and downed her drink before whispering in my ear, "Now aren't you suppose to fuck me silly next?" I smiled and grabbed her hand, and thirty seconds later we were out of the bar and headed to her apartment. Thankfully she lived only five minutes from the bar. We walked quickly at first, then started to run towards her apartment, still holding hands. Once in the apartment we hopped in the elevator and hit the button for the 14th floor. As soon as the door closed I dropped to my knees and pushed her dress up. I knew she wouldn't be wearing panties, and I was right. I dove into her pussy and quickly found her clit. It was slick and hard already, giving head always aroused Bev. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and jammed two fingers deep into her soaking cunt. I worked her as quickly as I could and was rewarded with a light gush as she came just as the elevator reached the 14th floor. I scooped her up and carried her to her apartment before I set her down and kissed her deeply. Bev smiled and fumbled with her keys, her dress was still bunched up around her hips, her pussy glistening in the hall lights. The door finally opened and we rushed inside. I pulled her dress up over her head and latched on to her very perky and very responsive nipples. I loved nothing more on a woman than responsive nipples, although a tight ass was a close second. While sucking gratefully on Bev's nipples, moving back and forth between the two delicious nubs, we managed to get my clothing off as well. My cock was back to its full glory again as Bev reached down and grabbed it with her left hand. I responded by probing her juicy centre with my left hand, all the while keeping my lips locked over her sweet nipples. I knew just how Bev liked to be touched and that combined with my nipple sucking soon brought Bev to another orgasm. "As good as that feels, I want the main event." Bev said breathlessly and I responded by picking her up and carrying her to couch. I dropped her playfully on the cushions and quickly raised her legs up, exposing her very wet and exquisite pussy. I rubbed over her slit with my hard cock, applying extra pressure to her clit. I could see she was starting to build towards another orgasm, so I released her legs and stood up from the couch. "If you want any more, you'll have to cover that bad boy up." Bev smiled at me and grabbed a condom from the bowl on the coffee table. Like I mentioned before, she has standards but she definitely loves sex. I stood before her as she unwrapped the condom and placed the tip in her mouth. Smiling up at me she pulled me forward by my cock and placed the condom over the tip of my dick. With practiced ease she pushed the condom down over my cock using only her mouth. It was a great trick and if you have to wear a condom, you might as well have fun putting it on. "I'm glad you remembered the rules, now get over here and fuck me silly like you promised." I pushed Bev back down on the couch and lifted her legs once again to expose her beautiful pussy. After a quick rub over her juicy lips, I slipped the head of my cock into her tight entrance. I don't know what she did to keep her cunt tight considering how much fucking she did, but at that moment I really didn't care. I held myself just inside her cunt for a moment before slowly pushing myself all the way in. "God, I missed you!" We both said at the same time and then proceeded to burst into laughter. I kissed Bev deeply before I began to pump slowly in and out of her tight cunt. I built my rhythm slowly, increasing my speed and length of stroke until I was going as quickly and as deeply as I could. With each down stroke I ground against her clit and each upstroke I pulled out almost completely. I reveled in the intense pleasure of every stroke into Bev's tight, slick pussy. "Oh God! You are hitting the magic spot perfectly. Harder, I need you to hit it harder." Bev cried as I began to drive even harder into her cunt. Her finger nails were tightening on my back and I knew she was nearing a tremendous orgasm. "That's it, oh God, oh God. I'm cumming, oh God am I ever cumming. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Bev's nails bit deep into my back as I drove into her as deep as possible and held myself there, firmly pressing against her hard clit. "I haven't cum like that in months! You always did know how to hit the right spots." Bev said as she finally relaxed her now painful grip on my back. I kissed her deeply and began to move within her once again as I still had not cum. Bev started giggling as I began to move in her wet shaft. "God, I'm too sensitive for you to keep fucking my pussy at the moment, however, I think I have an alternative you'll go for." Bev smiled up at me and I withdrew from her tight cunt. Bev grabbed my cock and pushed the condom all the way back down before grabbing the small bottle of lube on the coffee table and squirting some on the tip. She slowly spread the lube all over the already slick condom before letting go and pulling her legs up to her chest. She insert the tip of the bottle into her ass and squirted out some lube before pulling it out and using her finger to spread some more around the tight brown entrance. "How do you want me big boy? Legs pulled back or doggy style?" I grinned as I reached down to spin her over. There is something about the sight of sliding into a woman's ass doggie style that drives me crazy. "I thought so, you always preferred it this way." She whispered as she braced herself against the back of the couch, her ass swaying brazenly in the air. I moved behind my coveted prize and slide my hard cock between her cheeks. I could be content with sliding between her cheeks all night but I desired more than that at the moment. On the next downward slide I gripped my cock and positioned it over her puckered asshole. Pushing in firmly, the head popped into her ass and we both let out a sigh. I took a minute to slowly work all the way into her tight ass. The muscles in her butt were working there magic on me very quickly but I wanted to enjoy this for a little longer yet. I pulled back and drove into her ass hard, then did it again, and again. I quickly built a fast, hard pace and was pounding her butt for all it was worth (and it is worth a lot!). Bev reached back with one hand and began rubbing her clit as I continued to pound her perfect ass. I reached under her and grabbed a breast in each hand and continued to pound away. I sensed Bev getting close to another orgasm so I started to pound even harder, pushing myself towards a wonderful release. "Oh shit, I can't believe how good you feel. I hope you're almost there because I'm cumming very soon." I managed to say as I pounded her tight opening with all my might. Bev said nothing but I felt her muscles contract as her fourth orgasm of the night hit, her reaction triggered my own orgasm and I unleashed another massive load, filling the condom. I held her, still buried deep in her ass, for a minute before I withdrew, extracting the filled condom with me. I removed the condom and tossed it in the garbage before dropping on the couch next to Bev. She cuddled into me and purred softly as I scratched her back lightly. Bev always appreciated a little back scratch after a good fuck. I glanced at the clock, we had only been back to the apartment for about a hour and we were already satisfied. Bev looked up at me and smiled, I smiled back before kissing her softly. "Do you ever regret moving up to Toronto?" Bev asked softly. Bev was many things; subtle, however, was not one of them. "At times like this I do. I think every time we have had sex it has gotten better. I really do miss having you around." Bev smiled and hugged me close. I missed having her around for sex but I could never have a relationship with her, and she knew it. I could never trust her. I might be open minded, however if I'm in a relationship, I keep it with that one person and I expect the same from woman I'm in the relationship with. I don't believe Bev could stick to just one guy for any period of time. "A girl likes to hear that sort of thing every now and again." Bev said softly into my chest. "Let's go to bed, this couch really isn't that comfortable for lying on." Bev laughed as she poked my ribs and stood up. I followed her into the bedroom, watching her sweet ass sway with each step. I think a nice tight ass just moved ahead of responsive nipples. My dick twitched and started to grow as we made our way into the bedroom. By the time we slide under the sheets, I was hard again. "Still a quick recovery I see. I don't know if I can take another fucking right now but I can still look after you." Bev slid beneath the covers and began licking and kissing around my balls while slowly jacking off my cock. She sucked each ball into her mouth, moving back and forth, while keeping a steady pace going on my dick. After a few minutes she released my balls and moved up to take the head of my cock in her mouth. "Oh Bev, that feels amazing!" I said as she kept a steady pressure sucking on my dick head while still jacking my cock at the same pace. Bev slowly started turning her hand as she jacked me off and turned her lips around my cock head to match the motion. She kept this steady pace for several minutes making slight changes to the motion of her hand or mouth. I felt another load of cum rising in my balls as she continued to work away. I gripped the sheets tightly as my muscles contracted and I shot one more load into her mouth. It wasn't as big as the last two but it felt absolutely amazing. Bev swallowed the load while slowly easing her movements on my cock. After a minute I started to soften and she finally released my now limp dick from her hand and mouth. Bev moved up from under the covers and settled in next to me. We smiled at each other and kissed deeply before falling into a peaceful sleep. I woke in the morning to the sound of a running shower. It was a little after nine and I knew Bev had to be at work for ten. I slipped into the bathroom and quickly relieved myself, knowing enough not to flush, before stepping into the shower behind Bev. "I was wondering when you'd get up. I was hoping for a nice morning fuck before I had to go to work. It doesn't look like we'll have time now." Bev smiled and I took the challenge that she threw down. I spun her around and kissed her deeply, my cock was almost hard already. I lifted her legs up and pinned her against the shower wall, her ass resting on my now hard dick. I reached down to position myself at her tight entrance and paused, remembering the rules. "Oh, fuck the rules! Just don't cum in me." I smiled and slid easily into her hot cunt. I held her against the wall and pounded her tight pussy with everything I had. This was the first time I entered Bev bare and I was loving the feeling. I got no problem with a condom but bare skin feels that much better. It didn't take long for Bev to hit her peak and she reached down with one hand to rub her clit as I pounded her pussy to push herself over the edge. She clutched onto me tightly as she came, I held her against the wall until she finished then smiled as she kissed me deeply. "You hurry up and finish, I got to get to work you know." I popped out of her slick cunt and slipped my cock between her still soapy butt cheeks. I raised an eyebrow and she nodded. I quickly repositioned her to expose her ass better and pushed into her tight hole. "You can cum in there if you want." She whispered to me as I thrust into her sweet ass. It didn't take long before I did just that. Three or four thrusts were all I could take before I let loose in her wonderful ass. I held her for a minute before popping out of her butt. "That was wonderful, thanks for bending the rules just this once." Bev smiled and we quietly and quickly finished showering. If we lingered too long Bev knew she would be late for work. After we dried and got dressed I walked Bev to work. Most business were closed on Canada Day but she worked at a US run call centre that dealt with US customers so they were business as usual. She would have Monday the 4th of July off. I kissed her goodbye and told her she was always welcome to come visit me in Toronto. She laughed and headed into work; I hailed a cab and headed back to my mother's. At My Cousin's Wedding It was a little after ten when I got back to my mother's. The smell of bacon hit me as soon as I entered the apartment. "I was wondering when you were going to get home. I couldn't wait for breakfast any longer but your timing is impeccable as usual when it comes to food." Mom shouted from the kitchen. I smiled and kicked off my shoes before heading to the kitchen. "That smells great. I am absolutely famished." I said as I gave Mom a hug from behind. She gave me a poke in the ribs with her elbow causing me to grunt and I went and sat at the dining room table. "Given that it's almost 10:30 in the morning, I'm guessing you and Bev still get along as well as you use too." Mom laughed as she dropped the plate with pancakes and bacon in front of me. I'm very lucky in that my mother and I have a very open relationship and can talk about anything together. We talked about Bev before I moved to Toronto and I confessed that I could fall for her if I let myself but didn't feel I could trust her. "You know, I still think that you would be surprised by Bev if you gave her a chance." "Maybe but after Tracey, I don't think I'm ready to risk it." I said between mouthfuls of my mother's patented blueberry pancakes. Tracey was the first girl I ever loved and after eight months of dating I was having serious thoughts of marriage. Then I found out that she never gave up on her previous boyfriend. I was devastated and I know it has affected every relationship I've had since then. So when it came to trusting someone I know to have a rather large sexual appetite, I was not willing to risk heartache again. We finished our breakfast as we chatted about different things. Then we decided to head out to an afternoon movie. The wedding wasn't until 4:00 so we had time. We headed to Batman Begins (my mother's choice) and unfortunately it started late due to technical difficulties and we ended up skipping out on the last ten minutes. Everyone told me we didn't miss anything important at that point. I had another shower, shaved and put on my suit and headed to the wedding. I arrived about ten minutes to four, just enough time to say hello to my father and his current woman, my aunt and uncle and to congratulate my cousin before the ceremony began. The wedding and reception were all in the same building, which is always nice, and it was a small crowd so for once I actually got to sit close to the action as it were. What I saw next completely threw me for loop, and cause a quick rise in the pants as I flashed back a few years. You see my cousin had a twin sister, Sylvia, who used to be the subject of many a wet dream and masturbatory fantasy when I was younger. Sylvia always hung around with us growing up. She developed early and had full breasts and a very shapely body at an early age. Cousin or not, I was 18 and full of hormones, so any chance to be near a hot girl was always enjoyed. One incident sticks in my mind from that time period. The three of us were in the basement chatting and just hanging out when my Aunt called my cousin Matt upstairs. She needed help with something so we figured he'd be gone for a little while. Sylvia and I got into a bit of a wrestling match and while we were struggling I inadvertently got a hand full of breast. It was delightful (and maybe not all that inadvertent). I lingered a little on her firm breast and suddenly felt a hand grab my suddenly hard cock (I already had the length but the girth came later). Without thinking I reached down and grabbed between her legs, feeling the moist heat from her tender young pussy radiating through her pants. Our wrestling match turned into a grope fest and before long we were both very worked up. Before things got completely out of control (I was 18 and horny as hell) we heard the basement door open and Matt start down the stairs. We quickly straightened ourselves and I headed to the bathroom to relieve the pressure building in my balls. When I returned, Sylvia was gone and Matt was staring at me with an odd look. I shrugged and said it was time to head home. By the time I got home I had to relieve the pressure again as Sylvia filled my mind. We never got a chance to be alone again after that as only a few months later I was off to University. We saw each other over the holidays after that but never really spent much time together. In the mean time I had discovered university women and had other things to occupy my thoughts. However, every time I saw Sylvia after that I remembered that wrestling match and almost always got an erection. Sylvia stayed very hot and by the time she turned 20 was absolutely smokin'. I saw her once in the summer before she headed to university herself (not mine unfortunately) and we chatted briefly as I tried to hide my erection. It was four years before I saw her again. My parents split shortly after that and I never spent much time around the holidays with my father's side of the family (he was usually there it would be several years before I forgave him). I was visiting with my Aunt in the summer when Sylvia came home from university. I was absolutely shocked when I saw her. My last image of her would have given a corpse an erection and now she had easily put on sixty pounds, her face was puffy and her hair was limp and rather greasy looking. I greeted her warmly and gave her a hug, which she barely returned. She pulled away from me and said hi to her mother before heading upstairs. I looked at my Aunt who gave me a frustrated look that screamed don't ask. That was almost six years ago and I hadn't seen Sylvia since then (for real or in any wet dreams). What I saw walking down the aisle was Sylvia as I want to remember her, smoking hot. Whatever had thrown her off in university she had gotten over because she was absolutely stunning. I stared as she made her way to the front of the hall and I continued to watch her even as the bride came down the aisle. I don't think my eyes left her the entire ceremony. I was trying to understand what had happened but flashbacks to a wrestling match some 13 years earlier kept me distracted. I pulled myself together enough to make it through the ceremony and to make it through supper (Sylvia was at the head table next to the bride) with out getting another erection, as tough as that was. After dinner the dance started and Sylvia joined her parents, my father and his woman and me at our table. An hour or so into the dance I asked Sylvia if she would like to dance (she hadn't gotten up once yet) but she declined, she didn't dance. I was more than a little dejected. Shortly after Sylvia headed to the bar, I watched as she moved across the room, trying not to be too obvious about staring at her ass. She bypassed the bar and headed down the stairs to the change rooms on the first floor (the wedding and reception were held in a country club), however before she headed downstairs she looked right at me and gave a little nod of her head. At first I thought I imagined it but decided what the heck and followed her downstairs. Sylvia was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, sitting on a bench, looking very unhappy. She smiled, weakly, as I came down the stairs and got up and headed into the women's change room. I hesitated a moment before following her into the room. It was quite nice and she had plunked herself in a nice armchair and tapped the one next to it so I joined her. We sat quietly for a few minutes before she finally spoke. "I'm glad you could make it to the wedding. I wasn't sure how I would react to seeing you again after all these years. I still feel bad about how I treated you the last time we saw each other." Her voice was very quiet and I was about to speak when she raised a hand to stop me. "I've always could talk to you and I wanted to tell you something and then I have a very serious request to make. Please listen to my story and then give my request some serious thought." I nodded my acceptance and I could tell she was working up the courage to go on. I stay quiet and gave her what ever time she needed. "You know what is silly, I still remember that wrestling match we had, what over 13 years ago. That day has always stuck with me for some reason." Sylvia smiled as she looked at me, I wanted to tell her it was the same with me but I knew if I interrupted she would never get through what she wanted to tell me. "I know I was pretty hot back in my teens, and it was a definite asset when I first went to university. I had guys willing to do anything for me. I just had to flirt a little, wink, stretch or bend over and the guys would come running." "It was all fun and games for most of my first year until just after exams finished. My girlfriends and I were at a party to celebrate our freedom for the summer, lots of guys were there hitting on us. I'm not sure who it was but someone slipped something into one of my drinks. I don't really remember what happened next but I remember waking up pinned between two drunken college boys. One was fucking my ass and the other, well, you know. I was very weak and could barely move. A third boy stuck his dick in my mouth." "It comes back to me in flashes sometimes and I'll wake up scared in the middle of the night. I don't know who they were or even how many but I figure at least ten guys raped me that night, some did it several times. I vaguely remember them finally finishing with me and laughing about how they finally got the hot stuck up bitch. I passed out at that point and woke up the next morning very sore, nude and covered in cum." I could tell this was very hard for Sylvia to talk about and it made me furious. I wanted to kill the guys that did this to her. Unfortunately it also aroused me, which made me want to kill myself. "That was my first time. No romantic encounter with a man I loved, no mad passionate romp with the guy of my choosing. No, I was drugged and raped by a bunch of drunk college boys. I have never told anyone about that night. I never called the police, never told my friends, never told my parents, no one. Until now." Sylvia seemed to be gaining strength as she spoke so I refrained from interrupting, fearing she may not be able to get going again. "It feels good to finally say that out loud, to finally confront the incident. Thank-you for listening. That unfortunately is not the end of my story. That summer when I returned home from university I went into seclusion. Mom and Dad knew something was wrong but I would never tell them anything. The depression followed shortly after that, along with the eating. I started taking some medication for the depression, which combined with the eating added a lot of weight to me. I switched universities for my second year, there was no way I could go back. I would never know if one of the guys looking at me was involved in my rape." "There was one good side effect about the weight gain though. I definitely wasn't getting pursued by the guys at university anymore. I was laughed at, made fun of, but I knew I wouldn't get gang raped again. I grew very comfortable in my new larger size and made no effort to lose the weight, even when I stopped the anti-depressants a couple of years later." Sylvia paused and raised a hand to stop me from filling the silence. We sat quietly for a couple of minutes before she started speaking again. "When I saw you, what six years ago now, I know you were shocked to see how I looked. I was actually glad to see you but when you hugged me, my mind flashed back to that wrestling match, and it scared me. That was the first remotely sexual thought I had since the rape that didn't make me think right away of the rape. As odd as it seems, any time I had any sort of sexual thoughts, I flash back to the night and it quickly banishes any thoughts of sex. When I saw you, I didn't think of the night I was raped and that scared me. I built quite the defense mechanism to keep me safe and you broke it down with one hug." "Any way, let's skip forward to why I decided to tell you all this. As you can tell, I've lost the extra weight and I almost feel like I did before. It's because of a guy, a man, someone I love. His name is Steven and I met him almost two years ago. I was still quite fat then but he still got to know me, wanted to be friends. I slowly started to let him in and I slowly started to feel at ease with him. My confidence started to come back and I started to cut back on food and began exercising." "Steven was very supportive but the best thing was even as my new hot body started to come out, he still looked at me and treated me the same way. One night, about a year ago, I kissed him and then he kissed me back. That's when the old defense mechanism kicked in. My mind filled with the images of my rape and I quickly pushed him away. He was confused, yet very understanding. We have been dating since then, but we haven't done anything yet. Every time we move in that direction, my mind shuts down, filled with that night." Sylvia took a deep breath and I knew something big was coming next. "I've managed to give him some hand jobs but any time he tries to give me something, I shut down. I want to give him more but I can't break through my own defenses. That's where I want your help. That wrestling match is the only sexual thought I have that isn't tainted by my rape. I wanted you to help me break through this barrier. I love you deeply, and trust you completely. Michael, please make love to me tonight, I need to know it can happen without me getting hurt." Sylvia finally stopped talking and I stared at her, unsure as to what to say. There was no denying that I wanted to fuck her but given the situation, I wasn't sure I could bring myself to do it. Well, at least not without feeling like shit afterwards. "Sylvia, I love you deeply as well and I'm touched that you trusted me enough to tell me what happened. I can not even imagine what it must have been like for you to get where you are now. I'm willing to do whatever it is I can to help." She smiled and moved towards, I stopped her. "Before we go down that road, there are a couple of things I need to say first. If you love Steven and want a life with him, you are going to have to tell him what happened. In fact if you did, that might let you break down the barrier without, you know. Second, I have to confess I still remember that wrestling match and that I always secretly wanted to make love to you." "I do plan to tell Steven about what happened, however, I still believe this is necessary for me to get over what happened. Second, I use to masturbate thinking about that match, so this goes a little beyond just getting past the rape. Now, let's move some where more private where you can show me what it can be like." Sylvia kissed me deeply and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the sauna in the women's change room. Thankfully the unit was turned off because I would have melted if I got any hotter. "Sylvia, I will show you how it can be between people who love each other. Stop me if you feel uncomfortable at any time." I said softly as I pulled Sylvia into me and kissed her deeply and softly. We simply kissed for several minutes before I reached behind her and slowly lowered the zipper on her dress. She flinched slightly and I paused, looking into her eyes. She nodded and I unzipped her completely, stepping back to let the dress fall to the floor. "You are a beautiful woman you know, inside and out." Sylvia blushed lightly and I pulled her in for another round of kissing. I reached behind and popped the clasp on her bra. This time, Sylvia stepped back and let it drop. I leaned down and lightly lick and kissed each nipple, loving how responsive they were. Sylvia lifted me from her breasts and removed my jacket before unbuttoning my shirt. I dropped it to the floor and she moved her hands to my belt. Seconds later my pants joined my shirt on the floor. I lifted Sylvia onto on of the cedar benches and returned my attention to her breasts. She was enjoying the attention to her nipples and I moved my hand down to the waist of her panties. When she didn't stop me I moved my hand over her mound and rubbed lightly over her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her, just as I remembered. I continued to enjoy her nipples and rub her cunt for several minutes until I felt her hand reach out and grab my hard cock through my underwear. I knew it was time for the next phase. I reluctantly left her nipples and knelt on the floor, forcing her to release my dick. I slowly pulled her panties down and tossed them onto the other clothes. I leaned in a slowly licked her pussy from bottom to the top, swirling around her clit with my tongue. Sylvia tensed at first but soon relaxed as I continued loving her moist pussy. I worked slowly and carefully, reading the signs her body was giving until I was devouring her core. Sylvia was nearing orgasm and her hand clasped the back of my head, burying my face into her cunt. "Oh, God. I've never imagined, I never knew how good this could be. God, I'm going to exploded." She screamed as she pushed my face further into her, I finally felt her tense completely as her orgasm washed over her. I pulled back from her cunt, grateful to get a full breath of air and looked up at her face. There was a look of pure joy and wonder there that I will never forget. "That, my dear Sylvia is just the beginning." I said as I stood up and lowered my shorts to the floor. My hard cock sprung into view, and thankfully Sylvia smiled. She reached out and grabbed it, pulling me towards her. She pumped it several times before leaning forward to lick the head. "As good as that feels, you don't have to do it. This is about you, not me." I said quietly. She smiled and kept working on my cock. I smiled back and decided to let her do whatever she wanted. She was tentative and unsure about how to suck dick but somehow the moment and emotion behind it made up for the lack of skill. "I want you to cum in my mouth. It's something I would love to do for Steven and I need to know I can get through it." I smiled and nodded as she returned to my cock. Her skill improved as she worked my dick and after just a few minutes I warned her that I was about to cum. She held the head of my cock in her mouth and pumped the shaft with her hand until I exploded. She handled it well but some cum escaped from her lips. After the last drops were sucked from my cock, she released me and smiled, a trickle of cum trailing from the corner of her mouth. "Did I do okay?" she asked, shyly. "That was wonderful, I have no doubt that Steven will love it." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, tasting the salty remains of my orgasm on her lips. "By the way, any man who loves you truly, will always kiss you after a blow job like that. Anyone who doesn't, doesn't deserve it." We kissed again for several minutes and my erection returned again. I lowered Sylvia down onto the bench and lowered myself on top of her, positioning my throbbing cock between her legs. I smiled at her and she nodded that she was ready. Reaching back I lined my dick up with her hot pussy and pushed slowly into her. I took it easy, moving slowly until I was fully buried in her cunt. She was incredibly tight and very hot. I kissed her deeply before I began to move slowly in and out of her slick tunnel. After several minutes of gentle thrusting, I reached back and pulled her legs up. The new angle allowed me deeper access to her tight cunt as well as allowing me to apply more pressure to her clit. I built my speed until I was going as fast as I dared. Sylvia was becoming increasingly active and finally reach down and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me harder into her with each thrust. I began moving faster and harder until I was pounding into her with everything I had. "I never knew, God, what have I been missing. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you...." Sylvia kept muttering thank-you as I kept pounding into her tight cunt. The grip on my ass became tighter and I knew she was getting close. I was nearing the point of no return myself and warned her. She gave me the green light to cum in her, so I found some extra energy and pushed her over the edge before releasing deep inside her. The intensity of the moment was almost scary. At My Cousin's Wedding We held each other, still joined, for what seemed an eternity. Finally I kissed her deeply and pulled myself from her. I laid next to her on the bench and we held each other for several minutes before finally agreeing it was time to go. "Michael, I want to thank-you again. I think I will be able to get past things now. I'm sure Steven will be thrilled. I'll let you know how it goes." With that she quietly got dressed and left the sauna without another word. I finally got dressed and left the sauna myself. The dance was over and everyone was gone when I returned upstairs. I got back into my car and returned to my mother's. "How was the wedding?" She asked when I entered the apartment. I wasn't expecting her to be awake still. "It was better than I expected." I said slyly before turning into bed, leaving my mother with a puzzled look. I returned home the next day, still a little in shock of what had happened. It had been a while since I had that much sex in a weekend and the manner in which it happened was definitely high on the weird meter. Six months later I received a wedding invitation, Sylvia and Steven were going to get married. I replied right away that I would be attending with a guest. You see, Bev moved to Toronto three months ago when her company relocated. I decided that if Sylvia could face her fear and confront her demons, then my fears seemed pretty small in comparison. And you know what, my mother was right.