5 comments/ 165040 views/ 16 favorites 1997: My Cousin's Nasty Wedding By: gggsss1962 It took eleven years to my cousin Lella to get married, after the day she announced me her intention to do it. It was eleven very long years for me, full with happiness and tears. During those eleven years the world had changed. The Cold War was over, central Europe had been liberated, Germany unified, Soviet Union collapsed. There had been the First Gulf war, Somalia with the loss of innocence of the Italian Army, and then the wars in the Former Yugoslav wars had started and weren't over yet. I was very changed too. I had been keeping on my program to explore the world as much as I could, basically together with my best friend Franco, trying to dick down as many girls as possible along our way. Meanwhile, I got myself a long lasting girlfriend, I dumped her as she betrayed me in Jamaica (quite an item in Literotica I know, but this one is a true story), and most important of all, I got married. I had grown into a happy and confident man, and I believed I had achieved my final status. During all that time, I had staid away from Lella. Our forbidden excursion within the Taboo Zone had led us to quite a dangerous situation, and I had no desire to make things worse by continuing our illicit sexual relationship. She had been engaged since, and never tried to catch me back. Not that we didn't meet during these years: we saw each other plenty of times, but always together with somebody else, friends or family, and none of us tried to make it different. Most important of all, we never spoke about what had happened between us. Maybe because there was nothing good we could get out of it by talking: it was just wrong, and we both knew it. Besides, I knew by then I was not in love with my cousin: I just lusted her... And I didn't anymore. Surely, not after I met my wife. I didn't know weather she felt the same though. She got engaged all right, but she also fucked me after she did... Feeling very guilty too, sure, but she did. On the other hand, during those eleven years she didn't try again to slip into my bed. She didn't do anything at all, for that's sake. She painfully made her ground to a stop at Uni, she got a good job as a secretary at a lawyer's office and quitted it after two years to go back to study... And nothing else, apart from two Church-led trips to Tunisia and Jerusalem, both with her fiancé. She actually made friends with my wife, which surprised me quite a lot considering how different they were, and the day they met she actually winked at me saying, "So we both have found our mates at last, uh!" Maybe she was sincere, maybe she was just behaving in face of my obvious love for my wife. Anyway, they went out together quite a few way, shopping. The situation looked definitely settled, and if professionally speaking I was grounded at the Defence General Staff in Rome (which I hated), my sentimental life seemed to have reached its final harbour. My forbidden story with my cousin seemed to be definitely over too, and slowly disappearing into oblivion... ...But, as my wife liked to sing, Life is never still, life is changing... My wife died, killed by a lung cancer in less than four months. I was devastated. It can't happen at 36, it's unfair. Besides, my mother passed away just one year earlier, just for the same reason... Goddamned cigarettes. If it wasn't for my dog and the Army, I don't think I would have made through it. Ysa, my Bull-Terrier (actually, my wife's), gave me somebody to love and care for; a living, good reason why I couldn't dispose of myself; she suffered as much as me, and stood beside me in those horrible times, more effective than any relative or friend. I owe her my life. The Army kept me busy. And, I must say, didn't leave me alone. Superiors and colleagues gathered around me far tighter than I expected, and helped me out. I was sent to Albania in April 1997. No US troops involved, so Operation Alba is hardly known... But it has been the first military operation under EU flag ever, and the largest amphibious invasion without American involvement since Suez. We put ashore almost 15.000 men under Italian command and from eight different Nations, and in less than a month we managed to restore a fallen state and put Albania back in track, killing only one and losing nobody in the process. We were proud of it. When I came back from Albania, I realized I wasn't only a soldier anymore: I was back a person too. Ysa was my companion, but I slowly found back my friends and relatives too. I slowly started living again, trying to put my life back on track. That was the situation, when my cousin announced her wedding. I admit it: I was in no mood to celebrate. I was trying to come out of my own sorrow tunnel, and I didn't believe my presence would take much happiness, but everybody insisted and, since I was still living in Rome, I had no good excuse. Lella herself made it clear she would not accept a no as an answer. Plus, she actually told me, she needed special help from me. I sighed away from the headphone and asked what she needed. Her voice was all jolly from the other side of my handy: "The girls of our group organised a bachelorette party for me the night before the wedding," she explained. "It will take place in an hotel near the airport, and I presume we will be quite late, and... Well, I don't expect many of us to be sober at the end." Right. Prim and proper Lella had quite a weak side, as far as alcohol was concerned. "I can't run the risk to get stuck or worse... Couldn't you be my driver to and from the party? You know I'm not supposed to see the groom at all, the day before the wedding." Great. How to completely fuck both my Friday evening and night... I was going to be sleepy all the ceremony the day after. But, on the other way, my evenings were not all that exciting either, and my only night companion was Ysa. "No problem," I said. "I'll take you there and you will call me at home when you need to be picked up." "Fantastic!" she sounded overjoyed: "I knew I could relay on you. You're my dearest..." I picked her up at her place in the early evening of Friday. I managed to find a parking in front of her parent's house and went upstairs to cheer the overexcited parents. My aunt kissed her child lovingly on her cheek and smiled tenderly, "Have fun my dear... And remember to sleep well!" She kissed back and we went downstairs together. On the way to my car, I couldn't help looking at her: she looked great. Those eleven years she had changed quite a lot. In particular during the last two years, she had really changed from a tiny girl to a full woman. She was thirty-one now, but from her face she could easily have been ten years younger; her body though, had shapen up quite a lot. Her hips widened, erasing that peculiar look of tiny girlie she used to have, and her breast also developed in a couple of full C-cup tits. It was like her hormones had recently reacted to a serious baby-warning. She was dressed up, also something I wasn't used to: a proper evening dress, crimson red, with a long cut along the left leg, which showed her very classy dark grey stockings matched by stiletto heels which made her as tall as me. On top, since it was winter, she wore a brown fur coat, which comfortably covered her naked arms and shoulders. I admired her as she entered my car, and as she sat down I couldn't help noticing the garter and the suspender showing through the opening of the dress side cut. Lella being Lella, she did nothing to hide her silk-clad thigh as I drove her to the airport. Not that I complained. I was still in no mood to hunt for women, but I still appreciated a nice show of female beauty. I will be dead the day I won't. There was a lot of traffic, due to the hour on Friday evening, but we were in good time so we relaxed and talked pleasantly along the road. It had been years since the last time we had been talking in private to each other. As you can expect, she was in great mood, all excited for the party, and over the moon for the incoming great event of the day after. We spoke about their future plans, the house they rented for start, Michele good job with the European Space Agency outside Rome, her plan to finally finishing her University life... When I pulled into the airport area, she purred: "It was so long since we had been talking like this together, just the two of us! I was missing it..." I smiled: "Well, I suppose we have been busy, haven't we? I had having a wife and a job, and you got a fiancé and your study. It's only two years since we came to Rome, and you know all what has happened..." My mother's death, the war in Bosnia, and finally my wife tragedy... "I know. I am only sorry it went like it did... I would have liked it to be pretty different, you know. And I would have liked to have more time with you..." It started sounding like dangerous ground, and suddenly a bell warned me we were kind of approaching once more that same Taboo zone I assumed be lost in the past. Luckily, I was pulling into the hotel parking. Lella bended over me and kissed me lightly on the lips, whispering: "Thank you for taking me here, cousin. It really matters to me you did it... I will phone you home when I need to be taken home." She slipped out, offering me another quick glance of her stockinged legs, and walked confidently into the hotel hall for her last unmarried night. I was watching an old movie on TV, when the phone rang. I watched the clock on the screen: it wasn't 23:00 yet... Could it be my cousin? It was her: "Hi dear... Would you mind to come and take me away?" "Err... Sure. I didn't expect it to be this early. Wasn't a nice party?" "It's great, but I don't want to be too tired before tomorrow, you know... Wear a tie, so you can come in and have a drink before leaving. You deserve it." I sobbed. I hate ties. And I hate tight low shoes. Good thing the Army force you into camouflage and boots most of your life... I dressed up and drove to her through empty roads, so I was there in less than fifteen minutes. It wasn't difficult to find their party room... It was by far the noisiest place in the hotel. You know, about thirty girls, all of them a little tipsy and loose of their significant ones... They just scream their lungs out to show their fun over the music. I knew by sight just a few of them, the others were totally unknown to me. I assumed they were all from the Church or from Uni environment, both of which I usually tried carefully to avoid. Lella welcomed me with a hug and a kiss, making it clear she had quite a few drinks, and then she introduced me to a few of the chicks, offering me something to drink. I took an not-alcoholic drink and sipped it, looking around. The girls were all dressed up, even if few of them could match my pretty cousin, and most of them were far above the driving threshold. I wondered how they were going to make it home, but of course they were far from finished with the party even if the main character was leaving so early. Lella waved them goodbye, and some of them hugged and kissed her, laughing and crying and whishing her good luck for tomorrow. A few smirked at me as I took her away. I can't say she was drunk, but sure enough she wasn't sober either. Her dress draped around her body made her quite beautiful in her nonchalantly attitude as we walked through the hall to the wardrobe where she retrieved her fur. "Got fun?" I asked, as I helped her with the coat. "Hmmm.." she purred, "It was beautiful. I'd love to stay, but I have something rather important to do, you know..." I smiled my understanding and took her under my arm to walk out. The valet opened us the crystal door with a wide smile: "Good night sir, and congratulations. You have a beautiful wife!" Lella glowed with satisfaction, and I didn't bothered explaining I wasn't the groom. The valet didn't care either; his eyes were fixed on Lella's silk-coated legs, quite exposed through the dress cut as she walked out. I helped her into the car and she relaxed on the leather seat, with a wide smile. "Thank you for coming, Roberto. This evening is really fantastic, I will remember it forever!" She said it in Italian of course. And in Italian, tenses matter a lot in a phrase... Lella's wordings clearly meant her evening wasn't over yet. On the moment, I assumed she was just tipsy and chose a wrong word. I dismissed the point and started the engine. "How do I look like?" she asked. I smiled, looking at her without driving away yet: "You look really good, little cousin. You make a very pretty lady and a beautiful bride." She clearly appreciated the compliment. She took my hand from the steering wheel and placed it on her uncovered thigh. She took me by surprise. I felt the warmth of her leg through the thin silk of her expensive stockings. I didn't know what to say. It doesn't happen often to me, but that evening I really got taken aback. "Take me to an hotel," she said with a deep voice. I looked at her questioningly, and she softly smiled her explanation: "I want to spend my last unmarried night with my favourite cousin... You." I shook my head: "You must be out of your mind. How many drinks you got?" She smiled again, pressing my hand on her lap: "Quite many... I needed to collect all my guts to ask you this." "Lella, be serious. Tomorrow this time you'll be on your way to honeymoon with your just married husband." "True. That's why it has to be this night. I've been waiting for eleven years; now I want you to make love to me a last time." I looked at her, pulling my hand free: "Lella, this is wrong. You're drunk. Tomorrow you get married, you are scared and all. I'll take you home now." A sheepish smile: "You can't." "Why?" "My parents know I'm sleeping at the hotel after the party... And I didn't even take the keys with me. They are sleeping now, and if you take me home they will be deadly worried something got wrong. You know how excited they are these days..." Fuck. I didn't want to wake them up in the middle of the night if they weren't expect their daughter back. "If you prefer, we could go to your place..." she offered, grabbing my hand back. I was jealous of our house. I would never take another girl in my wife's bed. She knew that. I looked at her, exasperated. I was tired, and wanted to go to bed. Alone. Unexpectedly, she caressed me, tenderly: "Try to understand. Michele and I never made love... He wouldn't do it before the wedding. We only touched each other till now. Once I tried to take him into my mouth, and he stopped me saying, What are you doing... Like if I was degrading myself." She sobbed: "I don't make love since the last time we did it. I touched myself so many times thinking back of you and I together! Roberto, you are still my only man. I wonder weather you will always be! Tomorrow my husband and I will do it for the first time... And I hardly remember how to do it. Damn, I need to have you this night!" I was still speechless. I tried: "But... Why? Why this night? It's going to spoil the most important day of your life..." Lella smiled tenderly: "I couldn't compete with your beautiful wife, not even with her memory... This evening I found the courage to tell you because I am drunk, I am excited and it is the last chance we have." I shook my head in disbelief. "I need to have you one last time, Roberto. I have been waiting eleven years now, and there will be no other opportunities. I think we both deserve this... Besides, I also believe it will be good for you." Maybe, I found myself thinking of her last remark. The closeness of a beloved one can help healing sorrow, and Lella was in a way the closest person I have left, also considering what had happened to us in the past... I was growing weak, and she sensed it. She pursued me more thoroughly: "Think of that: tomorrow I will give myself to my husband for the first time. I know I am his first. Should I be a hungry and clumsy chick, or rather a self-confident and caring partner for him? And even better, shall I be clear of my long lasting lust for my first, forbidden lover, or shall I make love to my husband thinking of somebody else?" That was a good one. I knew there was something completely wrong in her argument, but on the moment I couldn't find it. Her hand pressed mine between her thighs. I felt her warm, naked skin above the garters... "Take me to a hotel, cousin. Take me there, and make love to me." I shook my head again: "I don't know Lella... Taking you to a hotel, like you were just a..." Lella giggled: "Like I was your clandestine lover? My love, we are clandestine lovers..." I was desperate. I was weak. I was wounded. My resistances were falling, and she knew it. She knew from the feeling of my hands, moving between her bare thighs. "Take me to a hotel, my love. Take me there, and make me yours for the last time." There was a good, clean and discreet hotel I knew, on the speedway between the airport and Rome. The receptionist asked for our documents, took my Visa and handled me the magnetic card of our double room, just giving us a curious look. I suppose we made a nice couple: Lella was stunning in her evening dress and the fur coat, as tall as me on her high heels and a confident, alcohol-induced expression on her adult pretty face; and I wasn't that bad myself, for once dressed up in jacket and tie, my short greying hair and my skin still tanned by the Albanian mountains sun. We entered the lift and before I could push the button Lella grabbed me by the neck and purposefully kissed me open-mouth, rubbing herself against me as the sliding doors closed the view of our indiscretion to the receptionist. We French-kissed each other all the way up, and long after the doors opened on our deserted corridor. "Better going to the room," I smiled, pulling free of her. I opened the door and let her in before closing it behind me. Lella slipped out of her fur coat, leaving it fall on the easy chair and looked around. "Hmmm... Nice. Just as I imagined it to be... Being taken into a hotel room by my clandestine lover, I mean." And she smiled wickedly. "Do you think I can have a drink from the mini bar?" "Don't you think you had enough for the evening?" I asked stupidly. "Why, I am about to betray my husband the night before the wedding, of course I need another drink!" I felt embarrassed. In a way she was damned right, in another way I really felt like a was a bastard of a cousin. But she also felt like she over spoke, and came close, giving me a hug: "Sorry, I shouldn't say that. This is such an important moment for me, you can't believe. I have been dreaming of it for so many years, thinking and planning how it could be... And now here you are, all for me." We kissed. Lovingly. She parted our lips and smiled, her eyes shining. "I love you..." she whispered. I should have felt an animal, a rotten prick, the most disgusting of the traitors for what I was going to do to my cousin's life, but in that moment I just felt moved and beloved. For the first time in months, for a moment I didn't think of my lost wife. I kissed her again, and then I prepared her a drink. I made one for myself too. Moet et Chandon... Always present in the hotels'mini bar. We sipped it, looking straight into each other's eyes. Maybe what we were doing was damned wrong, but there was a magic in that moment, kind of a spell which made my ears flush. It wasn't just me though. I watched intently at my beautiful cousin: her shining brown eyes, her wide-open nostrils, the accelerating breathing, the tongue constantly wetting her curling lips, the erected nipples protruding through the shiny tissue of her red evening dress... Everything in Lella's look told of her unholy sexual arousal. 1997: My Cousin's Nasty Wedding She placed her empty glass on the desk and came again close to me. Again, I felt grabbed by the rear of my neck, and saw her mouth closing on mine. "Take me now" she told me with an imperious, still sultry voice: "I want you..." Our mouths melted in a wet, deep kiss. I felt her hands on the back of my shoulders, and mine went on the rear of her curvy ass. She moaned into my mouth, rubbing her belly against my waist. It was then that I realised I was sporting a full erection through my good trousers. There was no way back: we were going to do it, and there would be no way to erase what was going to happen in that very special night... Somehow, we must have fallen on the bed, because I realised we were rolling on it, tightly clenched at each other in a never-ending luscious kiss. Breathless, we separated our lips and I saw she was smiling. Her hand was on my crotch, fondling my raging erection through the trousers, and her smile widened up as her fingers felt the length of my cock. "Hmmm..." she purred, "Thicker than I remembered..." The buttons opened up one after the other, and soon Lella had my shaft in her small hand, and she was pumping. Oh no, she hadn't forgotten anything, the little vixen, no matter what she claim! Even if she was sincere and she had been having no sex all those years, she must have rehearsed all our dirty games in her mind while doing herself solo, because she had lost nothing of her fabulous touch. We kissed again, and this time I proceeded at slipping the dress string down her bare shoulder. Her breast was still contained within the sheer satin tissue of the dress, but just barely... I could see the edge of the nipple's areola, next to the thick numb bulging through the material. I probed with my tongue her delicate skin over there, and I felt her shiver. He hand accelerated its movement on my cock, and her head moved down. I felt her breath on my dick before feeling her tongue on the cockhead. I gasped in surprised pleasure. Gosh it had been such a long time since I felt a mouth on my cock! I enjoyed for a moment, then I felt I had to take action, or my wanton cousin was going to finish me up all too soon. I got rid of the tie, than of the jacket and shirt as Lella proceeded giving me head. Naked from my waist up, I turned on my clandestine lover and grabbed her by the hips, manoeuvring her on the bed to put her in position. I moved my hands over her silk-coated legs, raising her dress along up to the waist, until my hands found the band on top of the stockings and the naked skin of her upper thighs. It was warm and smooth. She moaned in pleasure. I followed the suspenders until I reached her guipure, and the thin elastic of her knickers. I wasn't surprised to find they were on top of the suspenders and not underneath as they were supposed to be: Lella had been true when she said she had been planning that night for a long time... Her ridiculously small panties came down her stockinged legs without effort and fell on the floor beside the bed, where they laid forgotten the rest of the night. I went back to business, and this time, wondering above her garters, my hands reached the first curls of Lella's trimmed pussy hair. I enjoyed my cousin's moaning as I explored her soft bush, searching for the treasures hidden within it. First I found her excited clit, and the contact made her gasp and shudder; then I spotted the moistness below it, and her labia slowly opened up for me, allowing my finger to slip inside her warm intimacy. "Oohhh, yes..." she hissed, lost in her own lust. I slowly entered her, reeling in her explicit enjoyment as she got more and more moist, until I felt droplets of love juice run along my fingers. Nothing is more exciting for a man than the feeling of his woman's own excitement at the touch of his hands. I was exploding, but I was also much, much more experienced than the last time I had taken her. I was going to exploit the evening and her body to the very maximum. I finger-fucked her until I felt her twitching and moaning, ready for the final jump, and stopped. I went back to play with the immediate surroundings of her slit, and in the mean time I laid with my face between her thighs, enjoying the feeling of her stockings caressing my freshly shaven cheeks. I inhaled the fragrant scent of her womanhood, I breathed over her open labia causing her to shudder, and then I darted my tongue over her steaming hot cunt flesh. "Aahhh!" she yelled, feeling my tongue washing her vaginal lips: "Oh my God, yes! Yes, eat me. Lick me... Oh! Oohhh... Hmmm..." Her fingers found my head and pressed it hard between her thighs, pushing my mouth into her gushing pussy. I started sucking her hard, licking into her open cunt and sipping at her pearly juice, which tasted wonderful. My nose sank into her bush and unwillingly stroke her clit, making her jerk and gasp in surprise. I licked up, teasing her erected, sensitive nod, and then I went back into her, tongue fucking her as deep as I could. "Aaghhh!" the girl screamed loud, as her thighs closed down on my head, pushing my face into her cunt so hard I thought I would draught in her juices: "Aahhh... Oh God, I'm coming... I'm coming... It's so good... So good... Oohhh... Oohhh..." She was cumming. Better, she was flooding my face with her pussy juices, almost as abundant as a male ejaculation. The poor girl had really been in bad needing of it. I sucked and ate at her as long as her orgasm lasted, swallowing all of her sweet, pearly fluids, while she trashed about, crying and convulsing out of control. When her climax finally subsided, she fell down on her back, panting and gasping for hair. I exploited the moment to get rid of my shoes and of the last of my clothes, and then I went back on her mouth, to kiss her. She felt her own taste on my lips and smiled, Hugging me tight. "It was beautiful," she whispered in my ears, caressing me: "Much better than I remembered... Oh I'm so happy we did it!" I pulled her dress down, uncovered her tits. They were much bigger than I remembered: rounded and fleshy, like an adult woman's. Strange to think of it: my little cousin, the girlie of my teens, was a woman now. A beautiful lady in her thirties... My incestuous, clandestine lover. I suckled her nipple. It was different too: larger, darker, less hard and long than I remembered. I was biting an adult female body. "Wait a moment," she said. Lella rose on her feet and slipped completely out of her expensive evening dress. She stood in front of me, proudly naked but for her stockings, heels and lingerie, letting my eyes admire her. A wicked smile curled her mouth, as she reeled in my overt admiration of her sexy body. "Do you like what you see?" she asked with her sultry voice, massaging her breasts. I sighed: "Oh gosh, I do... You know all too well I do! Come here now, little seducer, and I'll give you the fuck of your life." "Hmmm, I do hope so. I've been dreaming of it for so long..." She moved back on the bed with a feline movement, rubbing herself against my naked body and purring like a kitten as she manoeuvred her face down, until she reached back my semi-hard cock, and swallowed it right away. "Oomhhh..." I moaned, feeling sucked up to a new, standing erection. My supposed-to-be naive lover was preparing my prick to get fucked. As I said, I wasn't to be dominated by my cousin. Not after the experienced I matured in the last years. When she let go of me, I just rolled her over to the centre of the bed and opened her legs wide. She laid on her back smiling, ready to be taken. I admired her soft breasts flat on her chest, her curvy body, her long, stockinged legs, her hairy, wet and open cunt... And then, I just aimed my cock at her gaping slit and drove all of myself to target. "Aawww..." she cried out, as I felt myself spearheading into her moist flesh, sinking into her hot pussy and nailing her warm, naked body into our bed. I enjoyed the intimacy of our full-body contact, felt our flesh meet and merge into our forbidden coupling, and staid a moment like that, letting my cock re-accustom to Lella's pussy, and her pussy itself absorbing the long-coveted intrusion. She closed her naked arms around my shoulders and her silk-coated legs around my waist, and clenched at me like that, enjoying herself our rediscovered intimacy. Then, I slowly started fucking her. "Hmmm..." she started moaning happily, "Oh, yes... Yes, I like it... It's so good... Oh! Oohhh..." Her arms and legs never stopped caressing my body as I slowly screwed her gyrating my hips all the time, trying to sink into her pussy from all possible angles and to touch and stimulate every inch of her cunt walls. My accomplishment wasn't measurable only in terms of her moans, but also by the amount of fluids that her steaming hole was producing: I could feel it on my naked thighs, and it was arousing. When I realised her pussy muscles were reacting stronger and her breath had drastically accelerated, I changed both position and rhythm: I raised her legs over my arms, forcing her body to bend under my thrusts, and accelerated the fuck, solicitating her clit and the bottom regions of her vagina at the same time. "Yes!" she yelled, "Like this, fuck me like this... Deeper... Deeper... Hmmm... Hmmm... Yes, I'm coming... I'm coming... Oouaaahhhh... Aahhh... AAAHHHH!!!" I felt her orgasm surging, bursting out and finally washing through her shacking body, as Lella tossed and trashed about under my merciless banging. I was prepared, and the sudden, uncontrolled contractions of her pussy muscles didn't trick me into following her: I did learn something in the last years... I slew down my fucking tempo as she slowly came back to earth from her peak, until I felt her collapsing under my last, calm thrusts into her belly. I kissed her on the soft skin of the neck, taking care this time not to mark her... It would be embarrassing for the bride, to sport bite marks at her wedding! "Liked it?" I whispered in her ear after the soft kissing. "Every bit as great as I dreamed of it..." she panted. "My God, I could get addicted to this! My husband has better to be very good." "Glad you appreciated, little cousin... Since we are far from finished!" She groaned as I exited her and turned her on the side, spooning her. I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them, twisting her nipples while my stiff cock rubbed her hairy mound. Instinctively, she rose the upper leg to allow me the penetration: "Oohhh... Yes, take me again," she cried: "I want more... More!" I let go of one tit to help my cock to find her drenched slit, and in one move I was back inside her. "Hmmm... Yes, do me. Do me hard..." Again, I started slowly; only, this time I was hitting harder. I knew in that position I was reaching less deep than earlier, so the effect had to be reached by working her G-spot from a different angle and with more energy than before. The novelty pleasantly surprised my perverted cousin, who started again moaning and twitching under my hammering, and I took advantage of the opportunity to play with her soft, rounded breasts while fucking her cunt. Then, she realized she could play with her clit: her hand was wandering around over her own belly, and suddenly her fingers reached the curls of her bush and found her erected nod. "Hnnngg!" she stuttered, shaking and tossing under the double stimulation of my cock on her G-spot and her fingers on her clit. Her body was fresh from the previous orgasm, and still badly in needing: all her nerves were still vibrating and the vibrations soon accelerated to a loud mini-climax that shook her whole frame. "Aawww-w-w-w..." she gasped, taken aback by the new sensation, totally unexpected and still less powerful than a proper orgasm... Less powerful, but quite longer, since the first high was followed by a few more ones of the same intensity, like a series of long waves hitting ashore with less violence but with the same strength of a single, high one. Her pussy was literally chewing my cock, and the feeling was delighting. It had been so long for me too, since I had enjoyed a decent screw! I reached again for both her nipples at the same time, twisting them hard, and Lella screamed out and trashed like hit by an electroshock. "Aaghhh!" she cried, and I knew this wasn't an orgasm but rather just an excess of stimulation. I knew it, but I needed to stop her low-frequency cumming before she could trigger my own onslaught. I slipped out of her before she could protest, and tossed her over again, on her belly. Lella laid there, apparently exhausted, and I just pushed two pillows under her stomach to help her raising on all fours. It was due time to take her doggy style... She understood immediately, and forced herself back on her elbows and knees, offering me her best and most rounded curves. I admired her shapely ass, perfectly framed by the guepière, the suspenders and the band of her high-class stockings: it looked like a real jewel, and I was going to steal it right now. I positioned my manhood at her wet entrance and slide in effortlessly with a slow, single drive, grabbing her hips and pushing in up to the hilt. "Oohhh... Oh my God! You're so deep in... I feel it at my cervix!" Pretty possible. I felt something harder at the very bottom of her love channel, and it could have been the mouth of her womb... I slowly pulled out, positioned myself as balanced as possible, held her hips tightly, and slammed back in with all I was worth. "AARGGGHHHH!!!" Lella screamed out as I stabbed her into her most intimate depths. I actually hurt myself a bit while forcing her cervix open, but the sensation was incredible: the warmth and moisture of her uterine regions were so intense that even the strength of her muscles seemed to soften somewhat. I was on cloud nine, while my cousin was just yelling like if giving birth... Only hers wasn't pain but pure ecstasy. I reached one hand for her hanging and swaying breast, grabbing it and squeezing hard, pulling another scream out of her burning lungs. With the other hand I caressed her muscled thigh, still sexily clad in silk, then I went up over her thinly sweating back and shoulders, until I got hold of her long, brown hair. Then I pulled her tight, like a mare to break, and I slammed my cock all the way in at the same time, hitting her cervix again while tweaking and pulling cruelly her swollen nipple. "AAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" the poor girl cried out exploding in a maelstrom of pain and pleasure. Her jerking convulsions and the violence of her climax washed me over the edge, and I suddenly let go of my own load, powerfully and painfully. My ears rang as my balls detonated, shooting jets of sperm through my throbbing cock and into Lella's spasming belly. I felt like my semen was being sucked directly from my brain, so excruciating was the pain I felt, as spurt afters spurts flooded my cousin's steaming vagina. Luckily, pain lasted just a second, while pleasure mounted and mounted, as I was emptying myself all the way into the orgasming woman under me. Lella's arms gave up under the violence of the onslaught, and she fell on the pillows, as our combined orgasms merged into a heap of convulsing human flesh, jerking limbs, sweating skin and screaming bodies. I fell myself on top of her, but her pussy muscles were chewing so strongly on me that we didn't separate, and I kept on spreading my load inside her, until I was finished and she slowly stopped shacking. We relaxed in the afterglow, still tightly intertwined. I kissed the back of her neck, pulling over her hair and licking delicately the delicate skin in the crack under the skull. "Oohhh..." she sighed weakly. "Ufff!" I panted, exhausted. "That was awesome..." she groaned, "I felt like you were killing me. And I wanted to die!" "And now?" I managed to tease. "Now, I'm dead!" she giggled. I rolled on my side, slipping out of her sloppy pussy. Her well-fucked slit gaped open, allowing a film of cum to trickle out of her. I marvelled at seeing so little of it, knowing how much I just placed into her, then I remembered how deep inside I was when I emptied my load, and I felt worried. Lella red my concern and shushed me with a smile: "Don't worry... I told you I have been thinking out this quite well. I'm most definitely not fertile these days... Promised!" "Uh," I groaned: "Good." She hugged me and kissed me on the lips: "How sweet you are to worry... My sweet, sweet cousin. My lover... My man." I groaned again, watching into that bride-to-be big brown eyes, and feeling so guilty for what we just did to her marriage and to her future family and life. Again, she red through my thoughts. "Do not feel bad, cousin," she smiled sweetly: "Don't, because I feel so good... I know it is odd, but I feel perfectly comfortable with this. Believe me. I love Michele, and I am so happy to marry him. At the same time, I feel I belong to you, and I always will. It will be our little dirty secret, and - I assure you - I will be very happy with my beloved husband... And what we did now will help me a lot to start my life with him. No regrets, no hidden desires... And more self-confidence to face him in bed and start our intimate life together. Can you understand?" I couldn't, but I nodded yes. It would do no good to argue... Besides, Lella was an adult woman, and made her choices. I didn't exploit a weakness of hers, I just followed her own, determined plan. I did care for her, there would always be a soft spot for her inside me. But I knew I wasn't in love with her. And I assumed she wasn't in love with me either. We just lust on each other, as we always did. The forbidden fruit... And she wanted a last bite of it, before pronouncing her wedding wows. Fine with me. It had been good for me, too. It did help me. Somehow, it did. I kissed her, and she answered my kiss, passionately. I realised she hadn't got enough. She moaned inside our open-mouthed kissing, and started rubbing again her body against mine. Then I felt her hand grabbing my spent cock. After a few strokes, she realized it was to no avail, and just went down on me. I groaned as I felt her mouth on my shaft, and then the tickling sensation of her throat sucking me off. She caressed my swollen, hard testicles, which were working hard, draining energy from the rest of my body in order to quickly produce more semen... I knew she was winning when her lips rose to the base of the cockhead and her other hand grabbed the root of the shaft, while the first one kept on caressing my nuts. Lella blew me back to a full erection in not more than ten minutes of hard mouth-job, and then she jumped astride me and impaled herself with a long moan of ecstasy. "Oohhh, yesss!" she hissed, as my cock sank into her sloppy pussy: "There is still plenty of you that I want... Give it to me. Give it to me, please..." I was to oblige the bride, of course. She started moving slowly, feeling my cock all inside her distended cunt, all moist and soft from the previous hammering. I moved my hands all along her gorgeous body: caressing her thighs first, then her sides, her full buttocks, her flat stomach, and finally I got hold of her soft breasts. "Hmmm..." she moaned, "Yes, play with my breasts... I like it. They are so sensitive, now..." It was a very relaxing position for both of us, and we both just came quite violently; we were in for a long ride, and we both knew it. It was neither high nor long waves, this time: it was like a fresh, crispy breeze over crystal-clear waters. 1997: My Cousin's Nasty Wedding Lella kept a steady rhythm riding me as I was teasing her tits, sometimes wandering around over the rest of her body before going back to her chest. Sometimes she bent over me, offering her nipples to my mouth to be sucked hard; then she would rise again, impaling herself back on my cock and taking it as deep as she could with a long, soft moan of satisfaction. I felt like it was a never-ending fuck, which ended only when her breath suddenly accelerated to a frenzy, she arched and jerked like in agony, and let go a long, deep cry. "Uuunngghhhh..." I hugged her down to me, enjoying the feeling of her naked breasts splashed on my chest, and kissed her deep while caressing her shacking back. I waited for her to calm down, then I rolled her over. "More..." she whined; "Please, give me more... More..." I grinned, as I spread-eagled her and slammed it back into her sloppy wet cunt, exacting a loud yell out of her exhausted and sore lungs. My turn to ride... Only, I launched a hasty charge, throwing into it all the energy I had left. Lella shrieked in surprise and pleasure, taking all that the hammering into her abused belly without regrets. "Oh my God!" she panted, "Yes... Yes... Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meee..." I felt her peaking again, this time quite high and fast. A high wave, a docks-shattering one, which speed and intensity was only going to match mine. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Aahhh... Aahhh... Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she cried, convulsing under my merciless assault, as I unloaded myself a last time inside her, releasing all what was left of me deep into her already cum-soaked pussy. I fell over her, almost unconscious. I barely remember we cuddled and kissed for a while, she did kick her high heels away, pulled the cover over us, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms. *** We didn't sleep long. I woke up first, and checking the time, I assumed it was better getting moved. There was a wedding we couldn't afford to be late at... I kissed my cousin awake, and she opened her eyes with a radiant smile. "Hi," she said, immediately awake. She saw the time, smiled again, and commented: "Better be fast, my love..." I was raising from the bed, but she bottomed me back down. "That's not what I meant," she smiled, going down on me and taking my cock into her mouth. "Oh my God!" I groaned, relaxing and taking the blowjob with glad pleasure. Lella sucked me quickly to a full erection, then let go of me and smiled: "Fuck me now... Fast and hard! We haven't got much time..." I rolled her down and quickly nailed her at the bed. "Aawww... Yes, do that! Take me... Take me like a slut, and make me scream!" No time, no mercy. I was rested, and I balled her hard and deep, with no regard for her at all. And it was right what she wanted. Her thighs closed around my sides, her hands grabbed my shoulders, her heels pushed my ass deeper into her, and I fucked her up to a frantic rhythm that I couldn't hold for more than a few minutes. Lella's moans quickly rose to screams and yells of pleasure, her pussy muscles tightened around my pistoning cock, and I quickly lose it. "Aahhh... Aahhh... Aahhh!!!" I ram into her as deep as I could making her squeal, then I pulled out completely, and to her amazement, I shot my load all over her gorgeous, naked body in front of me. My jets of sperm splashed on her chest, spraying cum all over her breasts and up to the collarbone, coating in thick white cum her left nipple and filling her navel. Lella laughed, surprised and pleased by the outcome of her slut fuck, and started rubbing my cum over her breasts, while the last spurts ended up on her stomach. "It's your wedding day," I grinned wickedly: "It's not appropriate for me to come inside you, right?" She smiled back, without remorse: "Right. Let's the groom get its due." Lella hastily cleaned herself with a towel, then jumped back into her evening dress while I was wearing my clothes, still laying on the floor. I collected her knickers, but she waved me with a smile to keep them, as she was wearing her shoes. We managed to drive back into the centre before the Saturday morning traffic, and I dropped my cousin at her parents barely half an hour before the hairdresser and the bridesmaids came to help her into the wedding dress. I made it back home to walk Ysa around the block, then I had a shower and quietly got dressed myself for the ceremony. In the end, we were both just in time, barely. My uncles didn't feel like telling Lella off for being so late at home after her bachelorette party, and in the end everybody forgot about it, and our escapade went through unnoticed. I stood in my gala uniform in the second row as Lella walked the isle at her father's arm. She threw at me a glowing smile as she passed me, and in a second she was beside the groom, in front of the altar. Half an hour later, my little cousin was married. Outside the church, everybody was waiting to kiss the bride. I waited my turn without struggling... After all, I got my share of her the night before, and I was in no lack. I shook hands with an overjoyed Michele, I hugged my uncles and Lella's brother, kissed his own fiancé (another wedding sceduled soon), and waited for my turn. Once Lella made her way to me, she hugged me tight and whispered into my ears, "I had no time to shower... I'm still all sticky and full of you!" Then she shamefully kissed me full-mouth. For the spark of a second, our tongues met inside her mouth; then she pulled out, threw me a knowing smile, and moved on to cheer somebody else. That was my sweet, church-going little cousin's nasty wedding. Two years later, I re-married myself, and Lella was nowhere nearby. ... And I have been a happy man since then.