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Here Comes The Bride

For over two years I have been involved in a wonderfully sexual affair with a young girl, who I shall call Brigitte. When we first met, I was 33 and she was 22, and had just got engaged. Her fiancé knew nothing about me, but Brigitte and I have been seeing each other constantly, and two weeks ago I went to her wedding. The sight of her walking down the aisle was breathtaking and caused me to struggle through the ceremony with a painful erection.
It all started one Friday evening after work. Brigitte and her friend Julie were regulars at a pub in which I often have a drink on my way home, and that’s how we met.
Brigitte is tall with legs that go on forever, that night she was dressed to show them off at their best, in a skin tight micro mini, black seamed stockings and suspenders, with high heeled black shinny stilettos. Her breasts were encased in a tight tailored pink top with buttons down the front. Julie is 5’ 2” with 42DD tits, most of which were spilling over her low cut top, on the night we met.
The girls said that they were bored and asked my friend and I to accompany them to a leaving party for one of their colleagues. To convince us that we should (as if we needed convincing), Julie sat squarely on my lap, grinding her plump arse against my semi-hard cock, while Brigitte fluttered her eyelashes at me, at the same time leaving me in no doubt as to where her stockings ended and her bare, milky white thighs began.
After a couple of drinks Brigitte suggested that Steve and I should take the girls on to a nightclub. But Julie wanted to stay at the party, so the three of us left without her.
At the nightclub the drinks came thick and fast and gradually the conversation became more and more sexually orientated, as we all took turns discussing the merits of oral sex, oily massage and the best positions for maximum penetration. All the time, all I could think of was having Brigitte’s long, lithe legs wrapped around my body. Then Brigitte whispered in my ear that she’d like to dance. On the dance floor our bodies were pressed hard against each other, I could feel the contours of Brigitte’s pussy mound as my rock-hard cock moved against her in a grinding dance of it’s own.
It was time to leave, so I suggested I drive everyone home, but after dropping off Steve, it was obvious that the evening was far from over, as Brigitte’s hand stroked my hard-on through my trousers. Without saying a word, I drove straight to my flat.
Still in silence, I let us in and immediately the front door shut behind us, we were kissing, her tongue running over my teeth and dancing with mine, our hands urgent to know each other’s bodies without the hindrance of our clothes. The buttons of her top were easy to undo, and my trousers put up no resistance to Brigitte’s deft fingers. I felt a cool hand tugging at my cock, so lifted her skirt and pulled the crotch of her G-string to one side. I lifted her up by her thighs and as those beautiful long legs wrapped around my waist, she directed my cock towards her pussy. As the head of my cock touched Brigitte’s protruding pussy lips, I could feel how hot and wet she was. I slowly lowered her until just an inch or two of my meat was inside that throbbing, hot hole. It was then that Brigitte started playing her ‘game’ of words.
“I’ll tell my mum on you! You dirty man” she giggled. “Catch me if you can!” with that she struggled free and ran into the front room. I followed her and the sight that greeted me was stunning…legs spread wide, skirt pulled up to her waist, her soaking wet G-string hanging of one thigh, tits half in and half out of her bra.
“Look what you’ve done. I’m all messy and wet. I think it’s shocking,” she said sternly, but her eye’s told a different story, the lid’s half-closed but looking at my now painfully hard cock. “You shouldn’t take advantage of an innocent 22 year old girl,” she said, in a slow, smiling voice, al the time stroking her thighs and playing with the nipple of her exposed left breast.
I could take this teasing no longer, ripping the rest of my clothes of as I walked towards her and knelt between her thighs. I bent forward to lick the wetness that was oozing from her swollen pussy. Her hands pushed against my shoulders, and then dragged my mouth towards her groin.
“You dirty old man, I’ll tell my daddy on you,” Brigitte sighed, happily.
Everything now became urgent and frenzied, but at the same time highly erotic. My face was pressed hard into her sweet, musky pussy, my tongue found her pearl of a clit, those thighs clamped around my ears, moans of pleasure filtering through in muffled tones as Brigitte came violently into my mouth, her arse bucking up from the chair, then slowly, her body relaxed as the final spasms of her orgasm subsided.
I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom. Her arms were wrapped around my back, her lips kissing my neck, as we lay down on the bed. Brigitte whispered, “I want you inside me.” I knelt between her stockinged thighs, and slowly, tenderly sank into the warm clinging folds of her pussy, then gradually pulled out until only the ridge of my circumcised helmet stayed inside, slowly building up a rhythm of long strokes, then short strokes, until I could take it no longer and came deep inside her.
But that wasn’t the end, those long legs kept me where I was and, as my orgasm ended, I could feel a rhythmic sensation as Brigitte contracted her viginal opening around my still-engorged cock, at the same time gyrating against me, until once again she shuddered into a deep climax that seemed to convulse her entire body.
Afterwards, we just lay in each other’s arms until we fell asleep. It wasn’t until I took her home that I learned that she was engaged, as she asked me to drop her at the end of her road, so her family wouldn’t see her arriving with another man. We kissed goodbye, and I promised to ring. I watched as she walked to her house in those high heels, bare legs, no panties and a little red mini-skirt, it was then that I noticed the darker red patch on the back of her skirt where our mingled juices had seeped out during the drive to her home. I always wondered how she explained that one away.

Bill (William)

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