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Part 2

People flooded into the resort the next day to attend the wedding proper, including a plethora of handsome guys and beautiful women, but Stacy and I only had eyes for each other. I'm glad she saw something in me because it wasn't hard for me to see something in her, to choose her over all the other girls that showed up.

The first time I saw her that day was when the wedding party convened for photos, the groomsmen and the bridesmaids coming together, everyone ready for the getdown and looking their best. The bridesmaids were in ivory, their dresses silky, low necklines held up by spaghetti straps, fabric pooling in waves over their cleavage. When I saw Stacy wearing that, the dress hugging her slim athletic body, her hair piled up behind her head, two perfectly placed strands hanging either side of her face...I'd have chosen her over anyone else in the world.

The ceremony was beautiful, deeply moving, a heartfelt celebration of love and-

Sorry, nobody's here for that. Moving on.

At cocktail hour, Stacy and I were joined at the hip, enough so that we were twice mistaken for a couple. And after dinner, when the dance floor kicked off, we tore it up together. She was an enthusiastic dancer, having the time of her life, hopping back and forth on bare feet, her heels quickly abandoned. A few guys managed to elbow their way between us but she subtly rebutted each one, quickly giving them the slip and returning to me.

Around ten o'clock, when all the older family had disappeared for the night, and some of the younger guests had hopped on the early shuttle heading back to the hotels, I leaned into Stacy between songs and said:

"You wanna get out of here?"

She looked at me, smiled, starry-eyed, and nodded. We grabbed our things and absconded from the party.

We hurried up the path toward the cabins, holding hands, on a high, talking and laughing. We reached my cabin, rushed in. I closed the door behind us and she was on me, kissing me, pushing me against the wall. I put my hands on her waist and lifted her briefly off the ground. She giggled, her legs kicking, and I put her back down.

She stepped back from me, her hands going up behind her head, her eyes locked on me. I leaned back against the wall, watching her.

First her hair came undone, tumbling down over her shoulders, thick and dark, wavy from being held up and sprayed into shape all day. Then she pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, bent her arms behind her back and unzipped her dress, and it fell down her torso into a bunch at her waist.

A strapless silver bra was holding up her tits. She undid it, tossed it onto the table, and her boobs fell free. She shoved her shoulders back confidently, baring them to me, lifting them up her chest. I had a brief moment to look at them, c-cups, perfectly round, the nipples pale. Then she put her hands on the fabric gathered around her waist and pushed it down over her hips, and it fell in a heap around her ankles. Her panties were a silver that matched the bra. She pulled those down too, stepped out of everything.

She put her hands on her waist, cocked a hip, looked at me.

It was my first time seeing her fully naked, and I was in awe. Her body was lean, gorgeous, supple. Not overly muscular but powerful, with the legs of a volleyball player and the torso of a swimsuit model.

"Now you," she said.

I kicked out of my shoes, then loosened my tie, untucked my shirt, and pulled both off over my head. Her eyes lingered on my torso as I threw everything aside. Then I undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, pulled them and my briefs down my legs and stepped out of them.

I stood up straight, completely naked now too, trying not to cross my arms, wanting to come across completely comfortable. She started moving toward me, her eyes down on my cock, and I moved toward her and embraced her, feeling her bare skin press up against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, my penis brushing against her leg.

We started making out. I moved my hands down to her ass, grabbed palmfuls of both cheeks, lifted them up. One of her hands went to my cock and started tugging on it, and we stood here for a minute, kissing and caressing each other.

Then I felt her lips pull away, and I looked into her eyes as her face dropped away from me, her lowering herself to her knees in front of me. She held my cock in front of her face, tugging it, watching it grow hard in her hand, then held it to the side and kissed slowly up its length, from the base to the tip. She repeated this on the other side, and I swelled fully erect. I gathered her hair up in my hands and held it behind her head, and she looked up at me, her pale blue eyes full and round. Then she closed them, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around my cock.

She started blowing me, slowly, her lips pillowy and soft, running over the crest of my head, getting about a third of the way down my shaft before pulling back. Her hands came up and wrapped around the lower part of my shaft, and began gently twisting in opposite directions as her mouth pushed on and off. It was slow, sensual, and felt amazing, a wonderful appetizer. I looked from her face down her lean body, imagining everything I was about to do to it.

After a couple minutes, I gently removed my cock from her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her breathing slightly heavier.

"Stand up," I said.

She did, and I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her, pushed her back up against the wall. I put my left hand around her throat, my palm applying slight pressure across the front, my thumb and fingers gently squeezing the sides.

"Is that pressure okay?" I asked.

She nodded, her mouth open, her eyes wide. 

I pushed my other hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and I moved my hand up over her vulva, running my fingers in a quick circle over her clit, and then, not wasting any time, putting a finger up inside her pussy. She gasped. She was already wet, so as I held her throat firmly with my other hand, I started fingering her quickly, pumping it into her pussy down to the knuckle.

Her hands flew back against the wall, pressing against it. Her body heaved and twisted between my two hands, her head and butt secured to the wall but her breasts pushing out, her lower back arching away.

I curled my finger up, clamped the bend of my hand around the upper ridge of her pussy and her clit, and began moving my whole hand in tiny, rapid circles.

"Holy shitttt," she said, her teeth clenching and then releasing, her mouth hanging open, her eyebrows pushing up her forehead.

I kept this going for at least a couple minutes, her pussy getting wetter and wetter, now squelching with each movement of my hand. Her eyes sought out mine and I stared into them, projecting total confidence and control, conveying wordlessly that I wouldn't stop blasting her pussy until she came.

Lo and behold...

"I'm gonna come," she whined. "I'm gonna come so hard."

My fingers pressed slightly harder into the sides of her neck.

"Come for me," I said. "I want you to squirt for me."

She nodded, and then her eyes closed, her back arched out further from the wall, her body froze...and then she screamed and she came, her arms and legs shaking violently, and I kept my fingers up in her but lowered my palm off her vulva and she squirted, a long stream down over my wrist and across the floor. Her body continued to shake and I kept pumping my fingers into her pussy and another stream pulsed out of her. Her scream turned to a high-pitched moan and then a low moan, her shaking subsided, and I let go of her neck and pulled my fingers out of her pussy and she dropped, fell fully down to her knees, then collapsed sideways onto her butt.

I stepped away, breathing heavily, as her hands went to her face, her entire body flushed. She moaned into them, then laughed raggedly.

When I'd regained my breath, I reached down, took her by the forearms, and lifted her to her feet. She wobbled, then looked up into my eyes, her face full of wonder.

"Break time's over," I said. "Get up that ladder and get in bed."

She stumbled toward the ladder leading to the loft area, started climbing up, and I playfully smacked her butt. She gasped and climbed faster, then I followed. The mattress lay directly on the floor, no boxspring or bed frame, and she threw herself across it, rolling onto her back.

I sprawled across her and we made out, her body writhing beneath me. I felt my cock brush against her abdomen, felt her hips push up, yearning for it. She stopped kissing me and looked up into my eyes.

"Thanks for being patient with me," she said softly.

"No problem," I said. "Are you ready?"

She nodded, bit her lip, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

I pushed myself up and stood on my knees between her legs. Her eyes fixed on my hard cock as I held the base and angled it down toward her pussy. The tip brushed over her clit and down over her hole, and I looked up her body, her firm belly to her tits to her face, her eyes staring at me in the dark.

I pushed my cock into her.

Her mouth opened, in some mix of pain and pleasure. Her pussy was firm, not too tight, still soaking wet from her orgasm. I slid fully into her, burying my cock to its base, and she gasped.

"Oh my god," she said.

I put my hands on the bed, either side of her shoulders, and suspended my body above hers as I started to thrust. Her long lean body moved with me, pushing across the bed as my pelvis met hers, shifting back as I pulled out. Her mouth remained open, her eyes fixed on me, as I thrusted again, pushing her back across the bed.

I picked up the pace, starting to drive my cock into her faster and harder. Her tits, lying flat on her chest, started to bounce up and down. Her hands went down to my butt, gripped my cheeks, her nails digging into my skin. Then she dragged them up and down my back in long lines.

"Oh fuck," I said, liking the pain, turned on by it.

She smiled, and I lowered myself to my elbows, bringing our faces close together, and we started making out again as my hips raised and dropped over hers, plunging my cock into her pussy, making sure she felt every hard inch.

I stopped kissing her, looked her in the eye, and asked:

"Are you ready? To get really fucked?"

She looked at me questioningly, then nodded, and I immediately put one hand on the back of her head and pushed her chin up over my shoulder, wrapped the other arm under lower back, held her firm to me, and started fucking her as fast as I could.

"Oh my godddddd," she said, our bodies slapping together.

Her legs wrapped around the back of my thighs and I kept railing her, driving my cock against the top of her pussy, hitting her clit with each thrust, hoping I could make her come again, knowing I would fuck her like this until she did. Her fingernails were now planted in my deltoids, her breathing ragged in my ear. I turned my head towards her.

"Do you like this cock?" I growled into her ear.

"I love it...I love it."

"I've been dreaming of this for three days. Fucking this pussy. Giving you every inch of this cock."

She moaned.

Our skin slapped together as my cock drove into her, over and over again.

"You're so sexy," I breathed into her ear. "I can't believe how lucky I am. Getting to fuck your gorgeous body. Getting to put my cock in this beautiful, tight pussy."

She moaned, louder, higher-pitched, then started to speak, or at least tried to, only managed "oh myyyyyy g-"

-before she came, crying at the top of her lungs, her body spasming, her legs and arms wrapping tight around me as I continued fucking her.

"Oh my god!" she said, pushing up on my shoulders, looking into my eyes, shaking her head. "Oh my god, oh my god."

Her hands moved to my biceps and pushed sideways against them, and I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me, and she ended up on top, my cock still buried in her. She started grinding her hips against me, still working through the end of her orgasm, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent moan. I watched her tits hanging between her arms and slowly ground my hips back against her.

When her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, her expression wild. She brought her hands to her hair, pushed it out of her face.

"You, really, yeah," she said.

"I, really, yeah?" I said, smiling.

"Yeah." She smiled too, nodded. "Yeah."

She put her hands on my chest and started lifting her hips up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her.

"Thank you so much," she said.

I laughed. "Thank you," I said.

I watched her core working, firm and toned, her belly flexing as her thighs pushed her up and down, her pussy gripping my dick.

"Come here," I said, motioning with my hands.

She lowered her torso down to mine, her chin going over my shoulder, her boobs pressing against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her back.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Yes."

And I started pumping my hips up, incredibly fast, my cock running in and out of her like a piston.

She immediately started laughing, giggling, even hiccuped at one point. I ran both my hands down over her butt, grabbed her cheeks, held them firm as I fucked her. I massaged them, pushed them together and apart, hearing her moan as they separated, her holes spreading.

I kept this up for a few minutes, until we were both sweating profusely, and I slowed up and stopped. She immediately pushed herself up, putting her hands back on my chest, driving her fingernails into my skin.

"What the fuck!" she said, gritting her teeth, trying not to smile, trying to glower down at me. "What the fuck!"

"I can't believe you're not getting fucked like this all the time," I said.

She put her hands to her face and pushed her hair back off it again.

"I'm not," she said. "I'm not."

"What do you want me to do to you next?" I said.

"From behind," she said.

She got off of me, and my cock slid out of her. She bent forward over the bed, raising her ass in the air, and I got on my knees behind her. I placed my tip against her hole and, helped by the juices that had accumulated on my dick and around her pussy, pushed in very easily.

She moaned, and I grabbed her waist and held her firm as I started to pump my hips. Her pussy's grip on my cock was accentuated here, and I wasn't sure how much longer I'd last. I started laughing.

“What?” she said.

“Nothing,” I said. “It just feels so good.”

I tried to savor the moment, looking at her firm ass cheeks, her puckered asshole. She threw her head back, cascading all of her hair into the gap between her shoulder blades. I took a hand off her waist and wrapped it in her hair, pulling on it lightly, her bending her head back and arching her neck. I was so close, I finally had to fess up.

"I'm gonna come soon," I said.

"Awesome," she said.

"But before I do, I have a request."

She craned her neck around to look at me.

"Yeah?"

"Can I fuck your tits?"

She laughed, her pussy flexing around my cock.

"Please," she said.

I pulled out of her and she flipped onto her back. I threw a knee across her torso and straddled her, laying my wet cock up her cleavage, between her c-cup tits and her ghostly nipples. She put her hands on the outside of her breasts and pushed them together around my cock, and I leaned my body over her head and started driving my hips up, fucking them.

I watched her as she stared down, open-mouthed, at my cock driving toward her face. Her boobs felt incredible, perfectly pillowy, and I felt my orgasm swell immediately.

"Can I come on them?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "You deserve it."

I leaned back, shimmied down her torso, took my dick in my hand and started jacking off. She pushed her breasts together, bit her lip sexily, and stared up into my eyes.

And I came, hard, the three days of wanting to fuck her manifesting itself in an excess of cum. It shot in ropes up her belly and onto her tits, across her pale nipples, her moaning as it landed on her skin, one shot going wayward and landing up on the pillows.

"Come here," she said.

I scooted forward up the bed, further up her torso, and she lifted her head off the pillows and wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock.

"Holy shit," I said, the sensation incredible.

She sucked on it a few times, her tongue running around it, and I felt one last bit of cum exit my dick. She swallowed once and then popped it out.

"Thank you," I said. "So much."

She smiled, I scooted off of her, and she lay there for a minute, breathing heavy, her body painted with my cum. We looked into each other's eyes, saying nothing, nothing needing to be said.

Eventually she descended the ladder to the bathroom to clean off. I sat in bed, on top of the world. When she rejoined me, we lay down, our shoulders touching, staring at the ceiling. We fell asleep like that, exhausted from the night of good dancing and great sex.

She left at the crack of dawn, scrambling back to her cabin with her dress half on. Before she went, she gave me her number, making me promise to hit her up if I was ever in Austin.

I never went, at least not in time for it to matter. I saw on social media that she met a guy not long after, and got engaged within the year. She's married now, with a kid on the way, and seems happy. I'm just glad we had that weekend together, and I'm sure she is too. 

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