I went back to my hometown to attend the wedding of my only cousin, Elizabeth. We had always been very close, even though she was five years younger than me.
I’d made reservations at the hotel where the reception was being held, since my parents had moved when they retired. The town hadn’t changed much since I was in high school, and it was great to see my old friends again.
The rehearsal dinner was held two nights before the wedding, and there were more than 30 people in attendance. I hadn’t met the groom before then, but when I did, I was quite impressed, and I found my cousin to tell her so. I’d just left her to talk to some of her new relatives and was at the bar getting a drink when I saw the groom’s lookalike walking toward me. I knew it had to be his father.
John, the father, was very nice, and he and I ended up sitting together during dinner. We got on so well that we moved to the lounge for drinks after the rehearsal ended.
I knew that as we drank John was sneaking peeks at the deep cleavage between my 34C breasts when he thought I wasn’t looking, but I didn’t mind. Why else would a girl wear a low cut dress unless she wanted men to notice her?
John was funny and easy to talk to, and he kept me laughing while never letting my glass run dry. When I realized it was nearly midnight, I told John I’d better get to bed. Elizabeth had plans with all the girls the next day, and I didn’t want to sleep late and miss anything. John walked me to the elevator, but instead of saying good night when the car arrived, he swept me into the elevator, pressed a random button and pushed me up against the back wall to kiss me as the door closed.
If the long, passion filled kiss he gave me wasn’t enough to make a woman forget her own name, then the stiff erection pressing against my tummy was. His lips brushed my ear and he whispered, “Let me tuck you into bed and give you a little something that will help you get to sleep.”
I looked into his eyes and said, “You pushed the wrong button. I’m on the sixth floor.”
When we finally got to the right floor, I led him to my room and took him inside, where he kissed me passionately again. He asked if he could use the bathroom, and while he was in there, I hung up my dress and put on a robe. When he came out, I told him to make himself comfortable while I took my turn in the bathroom.
When I got out, I found John already naked and under the covers. He flashed me his winning smile, and I let my robe fall to the floor. I reached back and unclasped my bra, and his eyes raked over my body as I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, exposing both my breasts and my curly bush in a matter of seconds.
He turned back the bedsheet then, revealing his lean body and a larger than average erection that was firm enough to lift several inches off his tight, flat stomach.
As I looked at John, I thought about a friend who’d once told me that every woman should sleep with a man her father’s age at least once for an incredible sexual experience, and I hoped she was right.
John took me in his arms and held me as he planted soft little kisses up and down my neck, twirling his tongue around my ears. The ticklish sensations drove me crazy, and I started panting and moaning. Then I felt his nice erection pressing warmly against my thigh, its head nosing around in search of my hot, damp nest, and I knew I had to have him soon.
He was very attentive, and he slowly explored my body with his lips, tongue and fingers. After about half an hour of tender foreplay, I felt like my body was going to burst into flames. I was more than ready when he mounted me, gracefully placing the large, blunt head of his cock against the entrance to my vagina.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered in my ear.
In response, I reached back to grab his ass and pulled him into me, my hot, buttery pussy swallowing his cock inch by inch until he was enveloped right up to his balls.
John was a big man, standing six foot one and weighing about 200 pounds, but he was also a very considerate lover, supporting the bulk of his own weight as he began thrusting slowly in and out, using the full length of his beautiful hard cock. He wasn’t racing to get his rocks off like most men do, especially guys who are getting a piece of your ass for the first time. In fact, I was getting frustrated by his agonizingly slow pace, and it wasn’t until he began stimulating my engorged clit and I was being constantly pleasured that I could feel the first signs of an orgasm building deep in my pussy.
I’d never been fucked so long and slow in my entire life, but the longer he fucked me, the more I enjoyed it. He was just an incredible lover. I can’t accurately describe the actual sensations that were going through my body as he fucked me, but it was unlike any previous experience I’d had.
Suddenly my world exploded, and convulsions ripped through me as an incredibly intense orgasm rocked my body. Everything seemed to stand still, including the rampant cock that was encased in my clasping cunt. Somehow my arms and legs wrapped instinctively around John’s body, holding him tight until I stopped trembling and could breathe easy again. Wow!
When my legs and arms relaxed, I fought to catch my breath, and then John leaned over and our lips met. Our kiss was a long, lingering one that reignited the passion we’d been feeling, and got us both riled up. I thought he’d come when I did, so I figured I’d have to wait awhile before we could fuck again, but when I felt his hard cock nudging me again, I realized that he’d somehow managed to keep himself from coming during my orgasm. I shifted around on the bed and arched my back so my cunt was angled toward him. “That was so great,” I said, “but now it’s your turn.”
He held onto me as he rolled over on his back, putting me in the superior position. I sat up with him fully embedded inside my snatch and began rotating my hips, grinding my hot cunt against his pelvic bone. While I fucked him, he reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands.
I wanted to hump him like a rabbit, but I used all of my willpower to refrain from doing so, instead trying to fuck him as slowly and gently as he’d fucked me. It took me 20 minutes, but at last I saw his eyes roll back in his head as his body tensed and became rigid. He squeezed my tits as his cock exploded, gushing burst after burst of warm, creamy come into the furthest regions of my pussy just as I reached my second climax.
We clung to one another, still united, until his erection died and his flaccid cock slipped from between my clinging cunt walls, allowing our blended fluids to ooze from my extremely well fucked cunt. Then I snuggled up next to him and drifted off to sleep, exhausted and content.
The bedside clock said it was 10 to seven when I woke up, and I felt someone rubbing my ass as I lay facedown in the bed. It took me a moment to figure out who was with me, but then I eagerly let my thighs drift apart when his hand slid between them to trace the length of my still wet pussy lips and nudge my clitoris.
I turned over, dislodging his hand, and reached out for his soft, slippery cock, working to get him hard again. After that, we went at it again and again, and it was at least six hours before we were ready to get out of bed again.
We talked as John dressed, deciding it would be best if we avoided being seen together as a couple. We didn’t want tongues wagging during Elizabeth’s wedding. But we agreed to get together again later that night, after I had returned from my cousin’s bachelorette party.
I ended up fucking John every night for the next three days, and he surprised himself by becoming fully erect and ejaculating twice each night. It was amazing how aroused I got him!
I had a wonderful time that weekend, and if John’s son was anything like his father, I knew Elizabeth would really enjoy her honeymoon! W.C., Greeley, Colorado