1 comments/ 72958 views/ 4 favorites Wedding Ch. 01 By: lmnop321 I usually don't like weddings much-I'm not big on ceremony and circumstance. But this time I couldn't avoid my cousin's wedding, and so I reluctantly made my way to Boston, and braced myself for the endless family stuff that I dislike. The ceremony went well actually, and was quick and actually entertaining. While we were waiting for the reception and the meal to get set up, there were drinks and hors d'ouervres in a large area of the hotel where I milled about talking with some family and friends that I hadn't seen in a while. Most of the people there were from the groom's side, and so I didn't know too many people. As I was talking to a couple other cousins who I like, but don't see all that much, I noticed a very unusual and striking woman. Definitely not from my side of the family. She was tall and dark, dresses in a tank-top style camisole, with long flowing scarves around her waist and a long, flowing flowery dress. Sort of gypsy like. She was probably 40 or so, but quite striking in appearance. Her long, dark hair stood out against her bronzed skin and blue eyes. She was holding a drink and seemed to be politely engaged in conversation with someone from my side of the family I barely knew. She was sort of running her fingers up and down the champagne glass, catching the condensation drops in a rather seductive manner, whether she was conscious of it or not. I wasn't that far away, perhaps 10 feet or so, and our eyes met, and she smiled and held her drink up to me, and I did the same. Something drew me to her, and I am not sure what exactly it was. I thought she was extremely pretty, and definitely different from most of the other guests. She had large breasts beneath her top, and lots of skin showing, from her arms to her chest, although definitely not in a cheap way at all. The scarves she had on moved as she did, and gave the observer (definitely me) an occasional glimpse at her abundant breasts that I couldn't tell if she had on a bra or not. Perhaps that's why I kept looking. I was trying to be discreet in my glimpses her way, and I guess it was obvious that I was more interested in her than the conversation I was then having. Being temporarily alone, I looked more closely at the beauty, and was continually drawn to her (and it wasn't just because I was ogling her breasts). There was something else. She was so very seductive, partly because of her looks, and partly just her demeanor-confident while not aloof, and definitely very feminine. We sort of drifted closer together, and how much was me wandering her way and how much was her going mine, I am not sure. She didn't seem to be with someone, so I was hoping for at least an introduction and some fun dancing. I didn't want to seem too overly interested, but I was definitely very interested in her. There was still some time before the meal was served and I wanted very much to talk with her. So I made definite progress her way and was standing just behind and off to the side, waiting for a break in the conversation she was having to try and talk to her. I approached her and her conversation partner, and offered them a refill on champagne. She looked at me long and hard, and then smile a very beguiling smile, and agreed, and offered me her glass, and said, "Some more champagne would be nice, thank you." The other one said something similar, but I wasn't listening at that point. There was again something deep about this woman, who already had me under her spell. As I was waiting for the champagne from the bar, I was racking my brain for the name of the other person, and it came to me, a rather distant cousin I met only a few times at similar occasions, Emily. So at least that was a start. I returned with full glasses for everyone, and introduced myself as a cousin of the bride, and avoided any awkward moments of Emily forgetting my name. She introduced herself as Liza, and that she was a friend of the grooms family. We made some pleasant conversation about the ceremony, the wedding, blah, blah, blah. Emily and I exchanged some greetings and small talk about other family members present and Liza politely listened in, and kept looking long and hard at me, as if studying me, my face, whatever. Presently, Emily excused herself, and I was standing, alone, talking with this beautiful woman I just met, and I felt a little nervous. She was about 10 years or so, older than me. We talked about this and that, where we were from, trip to get here, and all the while, I felt as if she was analyzing me. I was trying to ask her what she did, and how she came to know whoever she knew in the groom's family, and yet, she somehow continued to steer the conversation away from her occupation or what she did. She said she did some palm reading, but that this was just her hobby, and not her real job. I continued to ask and probe her, and she offered something vague, like a counselor, and again, moved the conversation to something else. She then said that I had an "interesting aura." "What do you mean by 'aura?'" I asked her. She said it was just a feeling, and perhaps she could explain it later, over dancing. She said she had a sense about some people, and that certain people 'interest her a great deal by the energy that surrounds them.' Well, not being one to dismiss that which I cannot explain, and especially if it would give me a chance to dance with her later, I accepted the remark and took it as a compliment, thanking her. Just then, the meal was being served and I located my name and table number, and regretfully, was not at the same table as Liza, but as I went my way, I told her I would look forward to dancing with her later. Again, that long, hard, inner look, and then with a most mysterious and sensual smile, she said, "I think I would like that very much. I am at table 14." Needless to say, this sorceress had me totally unable to concentrate on the meal and the speeches; I just wanted the music to start so I could get closer to this very mysterious and very sexy woman. I managed through some actually interesting conversation with some people I knew at my table, but my mind and my eyes kept going to table 14. After desert and speeches, the band started up playing and they did the requisite bride-father dance, and then others joined in. Without seeming as anxious as I was, I went to table 14, and asked Liza if she would dance with me. I held out my hand and she accepted readily, and we proceeded to do a couple dances, like waltzing and some simple ballroom steps. I have taken some lessons before, so I sort of know what I am doing, and when I am with someone who can follow too, it's really pretty fun. The music was loud, and we just smiled at eachother. I still felt like I was being studied; perhaps she was sensing my aura again. Maybe that's what the feeling was. I don't know, I never had my aura felt before. I tried very hard to be discreet, but I couldn't help but look at her lovely breasts, close to me, and occasionally exposed by her flowing clothes. She had such incredible skin, olive dark, and long, lanky arms covered in jewelry, bracelets, rings and an incredible necklace with some large ruby-like center, surrounded by small diamonds and gold. I used the necklace as a pretense for looking at her chest, as it hung just at the top of her cleavage, inviting my gaze there, and lower. She also smelled so different. Sort of musky and fresh and natural. Not any cologne I recognized, but something as intoxicating and as beguiling as she was. I used every move and excuse to hold her close to me, so I could inhale her scent and feel her body against mine. Finally, a slow song came on and I was delighted to hold her close, and as the music was softer, I held her to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, and feeling the soft skin of her hand in mine. I leaned close to her, and told her I loved the way she smelled, and that she danced wonderfully. In response, she smile up at me, and pulled my hips to hers, so I could press my cock into her stomach. That made me harden yet more, and I knew she could feel it pressed against her, stiffening and throbbing. The feeling of her body undulating and slowly gyrating with the music was quite exciting for me, and I just savored the pleasure of the senses. As the band took a break, she asked me if I wanted to go out to the outer hall where we were waiting before dinner and talk for a while. "I want to look at your hands and see if what I feel shows in your hands." "Absolutely, I would love that." With that, we went outside, and found a small table to sit at, and brought our drinks with us. We sat down and again, she held her glass and I just watched as her fingers toyed with the stem, rubbing it up and down in a way that was unmistakably sexual, at least for me. Whether or not that was her intention, I don't know. But it sure seemed that way to me. As I was transfixed by her hands' actions, she reached forward with one hand for mine and held it out, palm up, for her to see. She looked long and hard, and then putting the glass down, with the other, she traced the lines on my palm. The touch of her finger to my palm sent electricity up my arm and right down my spine to my cock. I swear I felt something through her hand that touched some inner part of me. I have never felt something quite like that before-or since. She was quiet for several moments, staring, studying. She turned my hand over and again, traced lines along the veins on the back of my hand, and down to my fingers that sent gentle but unmistakable sensations up my arm and down my spine, to my groin, which was now throbbing and squirming. I sort of squirmed too in my chair, trying to rearrange my erection which was now quite full and pushing up into my suit trousers. "Interesting. As I thought. I sense some strong signals from you," she softly spoke at last, looking intently into my palm, then to my eyes. I couldn't talk right then. I was still mesmerized by her touch to my hand, and the feelings I got from her. I found myself staring at my hand in hers as if it didn't belong to me anymore. My gaze went to her breasts and her necklace, before going up to her face, and meeting her eyes. Her bright eyes shone, and were looking deeply into mine. All the surroundings were not even there for me at this point. I could only see this woman, her scent strong in my mind, and the touch of her hand had me completely under her spell. I recovered some voice and after a full minute or two, which seemed like longer, I managed to say, "How so. Tell me what you sense, what you feel." "I see strength in your hands, like you use your hands for your work, for something important, for helping and healing people." I just nodded. So far, she was right. I am a doctor. But she could have gotten that from anyone at the wedding that knew me, even Emily. "I see caring and tenderness in your touch. And I see intensity and another side of you many people don't know about, even those with whom you are close." "Perhaps so." This was pretty vague, but maybe she sensed something about me that was correct, at least to her. I was certainly very attracted to her, and I am a very sexual person and I love spending hours with my lover, making her crazy with my hands and mouth and cock, both giving and receiving. "Tell me what else you see." "I know you are a very sexual man. I can see it in your eyes and in your... hands." Well, she said just what I was thinking. She's right again. "This is true." "I can tell you are attracted to me, and I can feel your excitement." "True again." "I know you are aroused by watching.things." "Again, you are right." Her hands continued to trace the lines of my hands, and I don't think I was capable of significant coherent thought at this point. I was beyond that. Perhaps she was putting words in my mouth. Perhaps she was leading me with her questions and such was true of most men she came into contact with. At this point, I don't know, nor did I care. "Perhaps we need to find some place with a little more privacy. I think there are some things I would like to...show you." My mouth was dry and my mind was blank. Blank except for her presence. Maybe, in retrospect, she was hypnotizing me, or something. But I surely wanted to find out what exactly she wanted to show me. She took my hand and led me to a nearby office. She opened the door as if she knew it was going to be unlocked and unused. I followed her in, and she sat on the small sofa on one side of the room and pushed me to the desk chair opposite. After a few moments of just looking at her, I finally found my voice, and as if on cue, I asked, "What did you want to show me." Meanwhile, she was fingering the crystal on the necklace that hung near her breasts, and was using one finger to caress the soft surface of the stone. I was looking at this, and her breasts below as I asked, hoping beyond all hope that she would show me something in this vicinity. "I could tell you were interested in this earlier," she said, indicating the most interesting necklace. "Yes." She continued to caress the stone, stroking it, and all I could think of was how that would feel on my skin, on my chest and on my cock. She had wonderfully sexy fingers that moved with such provocative sensuality. "Or was it this you were interested in?" She dropped her hand lower, and started stroking her breasts, pushing aside the scarf that hung there. This time I unabashedly gazed hungrily at her chest, and was completely mesmerized at the sight of her hand on her breast. Oh how I wanted to be that hand. "Wouldn't you like to feel this too? I know your hands would enjoy this." It was more a statement than a question. I could only nod in response. My voice had left. I shifted in my chair as my cock was very, very hard and almost painful in my pants. She noticed my discomfort and looked at the prominent bulge at my crotch. "Perhaps there is something you should show me now." Again, it was more of a command than a question. I looked at the bulging from my painfully hard cock and then to her face, as if asking the question that didn't really need to be asked. "Yes, take it out for me to see. Take your cock out of your pants, and stroke if for me." The word 'cock' from her mouth sent the same signals to my spine that her touch to my palm did moments earlier. Without hesitation, I loosened my belt, and unbuckled it and my pants. I lifted my hips up to slide them off my hips, and pulled my underwear down too, so my cock was out in the open, to her hungry gaze. I pulled my shirt up so it wasn't in the way, and looked at her again, as if waiting for my next instructions. "Go ahead, touch yourself for me. Do it like you like it. Show me. I want to watch too." I held the base of my cock for her, and started stroking it up and down, familiar strokes. Her voice filled my ears, and I was still quite unable to speak. "Does this help?" She pulled the straps of the shirt she was wearing down off her shoulders, and slowly, inch by inch, her breasts came into view, first the swell of the top, and then the tops of the dark circles around her nipples, and then her hard, dark, large nipples. Finally, the material fell to her waist and both her lovely breasts were open to my gaze. I had to squeeze my cock hard to keep from coming right then. This was so sexy and exciting, I could hardly stand it. "That's right. Not yet." Again, sensing my feelings. "Stroke it softly, slowly." Her hands came to the underside of her breasts and held them up as if in offering to me. Her thumbs emerged to caress her nipples to even harder points, and her eyes closed briefly, as she sighed, acknowledging her own pleasure. Then she opened them to look at me, and I briefly looked at her, struggling to take my eyes off her breasts. I know she saw the glaze of passion in my eyes, and the slight struggle to keep myself in check. "That's right. Show me how you like to stroke yourself." She shifted in her seat, and her dress hiked up a little bit so her knees were exposed above her calf-high boots. Her legs were bare, and she had similarly wonderful, dark, smooth skin. She let one hand away from her breast and pulled the edge of her skirt up higher so I could see her thighs. She continued to look at me and at my cock as she pulled her dress up, an inch at a time. "Slowly now. No coming yet. Make it last a little longer. It will make things better for later." I don't thing that registered fully, but the promise of more later with her made me immediately obey what she wanted. I looked at her and my eyes registered my question, without having to ask it. "Yes, that's right. I think we should get to know eachother better later. This will help you be not quite so..eager. More patient." Her hands pulled her dress yet higher, and I saw the hint of underwear, which slowly appeared to my view. Her one hand continued to stroke her nipple, occasionally taking it fully between her thumb and forefinger and twirl it softly. I saw her panties come into view, and they were red, satiny and appeared quite wet from where I was sitting. Again, I let out an audible moan and stopped stroking for a minute to let things settle down. "Good. You are learning quickly. Slow and gentle is the key. That makes everything so much better. You must show patience." Her fingers brushed the edge of her mound and I could see her fingers press there for a few moments. Again her eyes closed briefly, feeling the sensations of her own hand touching her wet sex. I could sense her pleasure, and the smell of her perfume was now accompanied by the scent of her arousal. Such intoxicating aromas for me. "Is this what you would like to see too?" She looked down at herself, not waiting for any response from me, and surely not needing one. She opened her legs further, affording me full view of her barely covered pussy. I could see the wetness on her underwear, and she pulled one edge of her panties aside so I could see her eager sex. Her pussy was covered by the same dark colored hair as on her head, and I could see she was wet and her outer lips were glistening with her juices. Her finger traced along her slit, coating it with her slick juice, and she used it to touch her clit and then place her finger gently, slowly into her pussy. She then inserted another finger deeply into her awaiting channel, and I was almost over the edge. Her breathing was shallow too, and she was using her thumb to caress her clit as two finger were inside her pussy, and the other hand was pulling harder and harder on her nipple. "There, isn't that what you were so interested in seeing? I could tell by your aura that this is what you wanted. It was what I wanted too." She stroked herself like that for a few more minutes, and I noticed her inner thighs quivering and her breathing getting a little more shallow and quick. "Are you almost there? I am. Wait for me. Not yet." Again, a command, not a question. I slowed down for her, and within moments, she looked at my cock and my hand moving slowly on it, and then just looked in my eyes before she closed them and shuddered, pinching her nipple and holding her hand tightly to her pussy. I knew she came and was savoring the sight of her spasming body, warm and inviting. After a few more moments, she withdrew her hand from her pussy and it was so wet and glistening from her juice. I was staring at it and at her hand still clutching her nipple. "There, that was a nice one for me. Now come for me. Let it flow from your body." Those words were all I needed, for after just a couple more firm, fast strokes, I looked at her, and she nodded at me, giving me the final OK, and I squeezed my eyes tight, and let my come go, shooting spurt after white, hot spurt of my fluid onto her bare legs, and then down onto my hand, coating it with its sticky wetness. Wedding Ch. 01 After I opened my eyes again, she was looking at me with satisfaction and approval. "Yes, I knew I was right about you. Shall we go upstairs now, and enjoy each other's company? Come here in one hour." She handed me a piece of paper, on which she wrote her room number and the time. I really didn't see her write anything, yet she produced the paper to me, and then gave my cock a squeeze, as she arranged her clothes, and left me there, wondering if this was all just a dream. Wedding Ch. 02 I arrived as told, exactly one hour later to her room upstairs in the hotel where the wedding took place. She arrived at the door, dressed as she was before, and I immediately noticed the smell from the room as I entered, filled with candles and a sweet, tangy smell of some incense. The room was quite sensual, and she pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. "So glad you agreed to come. I think there is some special chemistry with us. I trust my senses about when we first saw each other at the wedding." I entered, and we embraced and pulled each other close, and kissed, lightly At first, probing and feeling each others lips, trying to gauge our passion, feeling for our level of arousal with each other in the interim hour, sharing our senses with each other. "I want to experience extra senses with you. I think you will see how much this can arouse and elevate your-our mutual satisfaction." "What do you mean by 'extra senses??" "You shall see. First shall we bathe?" Again, this really wasn't a question, but a statement, not one I was going to deny either. She led me to the bathroom, and here too, I saw she had place a few candles, and again, there was the pungent smell of musk and sandalwood, with something else I couldn't place. But the combination was quite powerful to my sense of smell. "First, let me undress you. Just relax, and let me do this part." Somehow, my voice was lost again. Actually, I am not sure it ever came back after the spell she weaved on me downstairs. She started to loosen my tie, and I reached my hands up to touch her arms, and caress her shoulders. She firmly took my hands, and placed them back by my side. I got the point, and let her resume. My tie undone, she then slowly took my coat off, and one by one, started to unbutton my shirt. I felt her fingers caress my skin, using her soft fingertips on each inch of my skin that became exposed. I felt her hands in the hair on my chest, and then a faint lingering on my nipples, that hardened quickly in her gentle touch. She pulled my shirt out of my pants. She caressed my hands and held them as she did earlier, and felt the bones and veins on the backs of my hands, and then unbuttons the buttons there. She eased the shirt from my shoulders, and it fell to the floor. Then she turned me around and pressed her chest to my back and I could feel her breasts, covered by the thin material of her blouse pressed against my back. Her hands ran up and down my chest and stomach, again pausing at my nipples, this time pinching them slightly before running her hands to my stomach. Just as I thought she was going to finally place her hands on my cock, again-or still-hard from before, I was holding my breath, anticipating her touch lower, and she returned her soft, small hands to my chest and shoulders. This time, she pulled and squeezed my nipples, and rolled them in her thumb and fingers. I moaned deep in my throat as I felt her mouth on the back of my neck, and her tongue licking me there, sending goose bumps down my arms. "Does this feel good? Is this how you like to hold your lover when you undress her? It's nice, isn't it? Do you like my hands on your nipples?" The sound of her voice, and the touch of her hands was so electric, that I could do nothing but just nod my head and push back against her, signaling my approval. I wanted to find my voice to tell her how insane she was making me, so quickly. She somehow was able to read my mind and find the right buttons to push, arousing me so easily. Her hands reached down and started to unbuckle my belt, and I was longing to feel her hands on my cock. I was so hard and aching with need to have the feeling of her hands on me, skin on skin. She then undid my pants, and pulled them down from my hips, and down to my ankles. Her fingers slid under the waistband of my underwear, and she pulled them free from my cock, still without touching me, without giving me that contact I so needed. Still standing behind me, she ran her hands up and down my legs and ass, painfully avoiding my cock. "Do you want my hands on your cock? Is that what you are thinking?" I just held my breath, willing her hands there. "Yes," I whispered. "Please." "Like this?" She said into my ear, letting her tongue slide behind my ear and into it, leaving cool traces where the moisture remained. Her hands went to my cock and wrapped around it, and just held me there, feeling it spasm and twitch in her grasp. She started to stroke me up and down, pressing her breasts to my back, and cupping my balls in one hand, teasing and caressing. I just groaned again, trying not to lose control too easily. "See, if we hadn't found some release earlier, you wouldn't be able to control yourself, would you?. I feel your arousal though. You are so hard and so excited, I can feel your energy through your cock into my hands." She released me for a moment and stepped in front of me, kneeling in front of me to remove my socks and shoes, and pull my pants and underwear from my feet. She remained on her knees, enjoying the sight of my body, so aroused and excited by her, and ran her hands up the backs of my legs to my ass, and pulled me closer to her. I don't think I was breathing as my cock got closer and closer to her mouth, and she looked straight up at me, and opened her red lips as I drew nearer. Her tongue parted her lips and she licked the head of my cock, taking the drops that emerged from the tip, and then opened her mouth to engulf me. She held my cock in her mouth and sucked so deliciously and smoothly. I groaned at the sensation of her wet mouth on me, and then just as abruptly, she stood, and holding my cock in her hand, kissed me again, sliding her tongue into my mouth, and said, "Just a taste of what's to come. Now me. Undress me. Slowly. Enjoy it." She stood back, and we both stood there for a moment, taking in the contrast of her being fully clothed against my nakedness, emphasized by my erect cock pointing up at the ceiling, hard and red with need. I approached her, and softly caressed her shoulders and arms, taking in the smoothness of her skin, a sensation that matched the flawless, olive color. I pulled the blouse from her skirt, and felt the skin at her sides and stomach. I stopped just below the swell of her breasts and started to caress her breasts on the outside of her blouse. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them easily through the material, pressing into my palms. I held the weight of her breasts in my hands, and let my thumbs caress circles around her nipples. I leaned forward and kissed her neck and collar bone, biting and nibbling up to her ears and face. I covered her eyes with my lips and felt her eye lashes, and I lifted the edge of her blouse up and over her breasts, then pulled the blouse off, and let it fall onto the pile of clothes gathering in the corner. I stood back for a moment and admired her breasts, with were large and full, and topped with hard, tall nipples. Her hair fell over one shoulder and partly over one breast. I pulled her hair free, and let my hand softly caress the breast now completely free. I ran my fingers around the sides to her ribs, and to the soft curve on the underside. She closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath, pushing her chest further towards my touch. I used my finger tips to trace circles, large at first, and getting smaller and closer to her firm nipples. I flicked at them, and one at a time, pinched them softly in my fingers. I reached one hand behind her, and caresses her muscular back and felt for the button and zipper of her dress. It easily came apart and I let the dress fall in a pool to the floor, leaving her standing there in her wet, silky panties and boots. I knelt down in front of her, and caressed her legs, and ass, and then unzipped her boots, and pulled them from her feet. I pulled he r to me, and kissed her stomach and then her panty-covered pussy, inhaling deeply of her scent, adding to the pungent aroma already in the room. I reached my fingers inside the leg holes and pulled them from her hips and then kissed my way back up to her mouth, pausing to taste her nipples, one at a time, until we were finally naked, pressed firmly together, my cock finding the nice, warm flesh of her stomach. She pulled away and started the shower, and we looked at each other with growing passion as the water warmed, and then in just a moment, we stepped together into the shower, and let the water flow over us, cleansing our skin. The water was hot and felt good with her warm smooth skin. She took some soap, which was definitely not hotel soap, and held it to me, and told me to take my time and was her clean. I lathered my hands well and started to work the suds into her shoulders, arms and back, and especially her breasts, which felt extra good, with the soapiness adding to their sensual fullness. I soaped her legs and ass, picking up one leg at a time, and washing it from her foot to her crotch, and between each toe very carefully. She stood there with her eyes closed and a sweet smile on her face, all the while saying, "Yes, that's nice. Your hands feel so nice." Once she was all soapy and covered with white lather, she guided my hand to her ass, and faced away from me, and said, "Clean here too. One never knows if we might enjoy playing here." I took her hint and let one soapy finger circle around the opening to her ass, and then pressed it inside, letting it go in slowly, easily, until it was completely buried inside her ass. I felt her muscles squeeze my finger there, and just held it there for a moment. I slid it in and out a couple time, and was met with her moans of pleasure. I used my other hand to hold her breast and played with her nipple, which remained quite hard under my fingers and their pulling and pinching. "Now your turn." She turned slightly so my finger slid from the tightness of her ass, and with her soapy body, she used it as a cloth and pressed her stomach and front to my front and rubbed up and down, side to side, coating me with her soap and rubbing my cock with her soapy stomach that was so delightful. Her breasts rubbed into my skin and her hands pulled me tightly against her. Without leaving contact with her body on mine, she slid around sideways and then so her breasts were rubbing my back. Her hands took the soap and lathered up so I could see and then went to my cock, stroking firmly and with just the right amount of pressure. She used both hands, up and down, one at a time, and then, both hands rubbing down, and under my balls and down my legs, all the while, pressing her breasts in to my back and legs. She then positioned herself to my side, and let one hand go to my ass and press her soapy finger against my ass. "Just relax, and let me press into you, into your body." She continued one hand steadily stroking my cock and her other hand pressed one slippery finger into my ass. I spread my legs slightly and let her finger enter me, and my muscle contracted involuntarily at the unfamiliar intrusion. I felt her finger slide in deeply and caress me on the inside, while stroking my cock with a rhythm and steadiness that was soon going to make me come again. Before I got too aroused, she took her hands from me, and we both washed off, stepping from the shower, and dried each other off with the soft cotton towels. She led me to the bed and sat me on the edge, and pulled my hands to her breasts. I massaged and kneaded their soft flesh, and I pulled at her nipples. She closed her eyes and swayed her hips, standing straddling my legs with hers. I could sense her arousal too and her aroma was intoxicating. She stood closer and held her breasts to my face and I pulled her close and sucked firmly on one nipple presented to me, and held the other one, pinching it and rolling it in my fingers. My other hand pulled her ass to me and caressed the backs of her legs and up to her ass. I slid my hand to her inner thighs, and felt her push her pelvis closer and closer to me. I switched breasts and sucked hungrily at the other one as her hands pulled my head to her and ran through my hair. "Put your fingers inside me now," she said throatily. I slid my finger to her dripping slit, and felt the heat and wetness and let it run up and down her opening. I easily slid one finger into her, one inch at a time, and let it twirl around, feeling the inner flesh, wet and hot. I felt her all around the inside and tried to find any special pleasure points in her inner sex. She moaned deeply as I pressed against a part on the front, and behind her pubic bone, and she said, "Yes, baby, that's a nice spot. Remember that for later. Put another finger inside me." I complied, and slid two fingers into her pussy, and let the move around her, savoring the feeling of her dripping channel. I continued to suck and lick and bite her nipples, never feeling like I could get enough of her flesh into my mouth. "Another finger, put another finger into me, deeper," she breathed softly, with urgency. Again, I did as she wanted and felt three fingers fill her hole. I held her close and pushed her back to me, caressing and feeling the soft skin of her back. She took a deep breath in and pulled away from me, letting my fingers slide from their wet place with an audible squish. She pulled my hand, wet with her juices to her mouth and licked them, one at a time, so my fingers could feel her tongue and lips. I watched her hungrily, as she sucked my fingers like I longed for her to do to my cock, and as these thoughts went through my mind, she leaned forward and kissed me deeply again, so I could taste her juices from her lips, and I felt her lips open, and I slid my tongue into her waiting mouth, and she sucked and bit at my tongue with a passion that send shivers to my spine. "That was lovely, and now, a sampling of what kinds of pleasures await your senses. Just lie back and open your eyes and your mind." I leaned back to my elbows and watched her sexy body slide down mine so she was kneeling on the floor between my legs. She kissed my thighs and held my legs apart so she could kiss my balls and inner thighs. My cock twitched in anticipation and I felt her hands slide up and down my chest and stomach, reaching one hand to my nipple and pinch it firmly, while the other hand caressed my shaft, and found the sensitive groove on the underside of the head. She circles her finger deftly around the head of my cock and kissed her way up the shaft of my cock from the base to the tip, and keeping one hand on my nipple and her eyes locked on mine, slid her mouth down my cock, taking it deeply into her mouth. I groaned deeply and my cock twitched in her mouth. She held me deeply there and I felt her tongue run light circles around and around the head, flicking at the hole and at the groove. I watched as her lips encircled near the base of my shaft and her fingers and hand held my balls, feeling them rise up, with impending release. Her mouth rose up and down, sucking and pulling at me, using her hand to caress me and stroke my cock. I felt moments away from coming in her mouth, and I know she could sense my arousal. She pulled her mouth from my cock, and held my cock tightly, holding off my climax. "Not just yet. Again, patience. Let your arousal build. It will make the final moment so much more intense. Trust me." She pushed my head to lie down, and she slid up my body, until her pussy was poised just over my cock. We both looked down at my cock at the opening, and she reached one hand down to hold my shaft, and she rubbed her wet slit up and down my cock, letting her lips part, and coat the undersurface of my cock with her juices. She slid up and down, creating the most pleasurable friction of our sexual centers, and we looked at each other, sensing the glaze of passion in our eyes. "How is that? Do you want to be inside my, inside my wet pussy? Like this?" As she said that, she guided my cock into her, and slid down me, riding on top of me, and with one deep stroke, I was buried deeply in her. We both let out moans of pleasure as I felt her engulf me with her hot pussy, and we just sat there, neither moving, neither breathing, just getting accustomed to the sensation of our joining. She ground her pussy deeply around and around, pushing her clit onto my pubic bone and closed her eyes with the sensation of our screwing. Then as quickly as she took me in her, she rose up slowly, and said, "Enough of that. For now. There will be more of that later. I promise. Now I want your mouth on me. I want you to lick me and taste the juices flowing from me." She rolled off me, and on her back higher on the bed. She pulled my head to her as she did and pulled me to her stomach, holding my head there, wrapping her legs around my chest. Her hands softly guided my head to her pussy, and when there, she let out a soft moan of pleasure as I licked her inner thigh muscles and tasted the juices there. I licked her wet slit with broad strokes of my tongue, and deeply inhaled her sexual aroma and her taste. Her pussy was so wet and so sweet, I spent moments just enjoying her juices. She held her pussy lips open for me and guided my head with gentle pressure of her hands so I was licking her clit First I licked around it with slow, gentle circles, and then with light, flicking motion, trying to get a sense of what she liked most. "Yes, baby, just like that. Right there...yes.there...oh, that's nice...feels so good.." I slid two fingers easily into her wet pussy as I licked and licked at her clit. I looked up at her and saw her hands busy pulling on her nipples and looking down at me with hungry, sexy eyes. "Yes, baby, keep doing it just like that...a little harder...yeah, right there." I twirled my fingers in her, and pressed them up against the front where she liked it most. My actions were met with a deep intake of her breath and I felt her stomach tighten. Her pussy was absolutely flooding my hand and I slid one finger to the outer rim of her ass, and pressed it inside, feeling her muscles relax. "Oh yeah.oh..ahhhh..I'm coming..yes...oh god....ahhhhhhh" she wailed with such intensity, that I knew she was over the edge. I felt her pussy and ass clench up with a release of passion and intensity I didn't think possible. She came and came and came, longer than I ever felt a woman come before, and I held my mouth to her, tasting and drinking her juices, flowing and flowing from her core. She squeezed my head tightly with her legs and pressed my head hard on to her, that I was almost suffocated by the intensity of her orgasm, and I was so turned on my her coming, it was absolutely incredible. "Oh baby, that was wonderful. You did that so well. I haven't come like that in a long, long time," she finally said, after long minutes of feeling her climax wane, and her breathing return to normal. I left my fingers deeply in her pussy, and felt her gradually loosen her grip on me, and I kissed my was up her stomach and she pulled my head to her and licked her juices off my face, lips and chin. We kissed passionately, and I lay on top of her, feeling her curves and warmth beneath my body. "That will be rewarded greatly, my dear. Let me show you how much I appreciated that wonderful treat." She ran her fingernails up and down my back and rolled us over, so she was laying on top of me. She kissed her way to my neck and nibbled my neck and down to my chest. She pressed my cock between our bodies as she took my nipple into her mouth and licked and sucked one while toying and pinching the other one. I looked down at her and met her gaze as she smiled, with playful sexiness in her eyes, as she sucked and licked my nipples, one at a time, gauging my level of excitement, trying to feel how I liked to be touched. She kissed her way down to my stomach and let her tongue lick and trace circles to my cock and she then took it in her mouth, leaving her hands to play with my nipples, still pinching them and rolling them in her fingers. My cock jumped as her mouth closed around the head, and sucked the tip deeply. Her mouth sank down further and further, and I let out a long, low moan as her lips came to rest at the base of my shaft and I felt her nose at my stomach. She held me like that for a few moments, and let her lips rise up, leaving my cock glistening with her saliva. One hand slid to hold my balls and caress the area between my ass and balls. Her mouth kept sliding up and down, and her finger probed my ass. I saw her look up at me, and held my gaze, clouded with passion, as she dipped her finger to her wet pussy, and then probed more deeply and firmly to my asshole. Wedding Ch. 02 I opened my legs further, and she pushed her finger into my ass, as her mouth continued its incredible rhythm sucking on the head of my cock. She pulled her mouth from my cock and replaced it with her other hand, and said to me, looking deeply into my eyes, "Remember before, let it build slowly, and let it just flow from you. Feel it here, and feel your come build from deep inside. Don't rush it." She punctuated the 'here' with a firm pressure of her finger on my prostate, and I felt some come leak from my cock. I felt the deep pressure of her finger and then her mouth back on my cock, engulfing me with her mouth and tongue and lips. All over me, deep inside me. A combination I was not used to. I felt my orgasm rise from deep inside my core. My balls tightened, and I tried to slow it down and let it build for as long as I could. When I finally crossed the point of no return, I think I reached a height of pleasure, of pure excitement and stimulation I hadn't before felt. I did actually feel my come flow and flow and flow, as I shot my load deep into her waiting mouth. The pressure of her mouth on me, pulling the fluid from me, sucking and sucking as her finger in my ass stimulated deeply made me lose consciousness for a few moments as I came so intensely, as never before. She held my cock in her mouth, sucking softly, drinking my come, swallowing my juices as her hand gently pumped the base of my cock and her finger slid slowly from my ass. She took my cock from her mouth after a couple minutes and I could breath again. "How was that now, my dear? Feel different? Feel the intensity, the power? I sure felt it." "Oh yes, Liza, that was absolutely incredible. I have never come like that before in my entire life." "I am glad. I knew you had the potential to realize the heights your arousal can take you. And the night is not yet done. We have some more exploring to do." She held my cock, still hard, in her hand, as she kissed me deeply, this time letting me taste myself on her lips, and I felt the promise of night I will never, ever forget.