One Last Fling

I woke up that morning to the sound of Susan hurrying around the bedroom getting clothes packed. The wedding wasn’t for 3 days, but she was convinced that we wouldn’t have time for the menial things such as packing when we were swept up in the excitement of being just married. The whole idea was not nearly as exciting to me as it was to her. But, after 4 years of being with her, if I didn’t fully commit myself to her, I think she probably would end up leaving me.
“Steven, you need to get up and go over to my parents house today. My dad has some kind of home repair that he needs your help with.” I groaned as I rolled over to look at the clock. I was praying for the clock to say a time that was far too early, but judging by the illumination in that room, it just wasn’t going to happen for me. I looked at the clock. 9:45. Damn. I sat up and looked at Susan as she bent over to pick up a shirt off the floor. I looked at her tight ass and those long legs…god….she was heaven. She stood up and her hair fell all around her. I stood up and got behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She giggled and then pushed me away. “you really have to get ready. I told daddy you would be there by 10″. I sighed and put my pants on. As I buttoned my shirt up I began to think about my sex life…It could only get better with marriage. Susan and I had not been intimate in weeks, and the only reason we did it then was because it was my birthday and she felt obligated. I blamed it on the fact that she and I were stressed out about the wedding, because we were. Everyday we were dealing with something and paying out more money, it was pretty crazy there for a while. But now, everything was coming to a climax. On our honeymoon, I would finally get what I had been craving. I would get to taste her and touch her. I snapped out of my daydream for a minute and noticed I was getting a hard-on. I adjusted myself and tried to ignore it and hoped it would go away on its own, since apparently, I didn’t have time to take care of it now. I kissed my soon-to-be wife and left the house.
While I was making the 35 minute drive to her parents house I found myself daydreaming. I was not daydreaming about my beautiful Susan though, I was dreaming of her sister, Laura. Laura was a bigger girl. Susan was a size 2. Laura was a size 18, easy. I always liked bigger women. They were always more passionate and more sexy. Laura was no exception. Unlike her sister, Laura had long dark hair and dark features. She had these seductive eyes and a great smile. She was a very nice girl too. And she was young. Susan and I had just turned 24. Her birthday was the day before mine. Laura was 19. She was just getting ready to start college. I had myself a little crush on my future wife’s sister, but I didn’t see any reason to tell anyone about that.
I pulled my car into the drive way. Edgar was just stepping outside. “Steven, I will be back shortly. I have to go to the hardware store for some supplies. Make yourself at home inside. Laura is home, if you need anything let her know.” I nodded and walked inside. I shut the door behind me. I walked into the living room and Laura was sitting there. “Hi, Steve” She said as she flipped through the channels on the TV. “Hey” I said back to her. After a few moments of silence, Laura turned off the TV and faced me. “You don’t like me do you?” she accused. I stumbled on the words as I tried to talk “No…I like you. Why do you think I don’t like you? I do!” Laura smiled at me and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank Goodness. I always thought you didn’t because you never talked to me. I thought either you didn’t like me or you thought I was ugly or something…” Steve cleared his throat. “You are not ugly. I think you are very beautiful.” Laura smiled a big smile. She really was quite beautiful. “Thank you” she finally answered.
“So, are you going to miss being single?” She asked as she got up and came over and sat down next to me. I looked at her and couldn’t find any intelligent thought in my entire brain. “I mean, in what…3 days you are going to be bound to my sister forever…are you sure you are ready to retire your dick to her?” I had never heard Laura talk like that. I kind of liked it. “I don’t know.” I answered. It was the truth. I had never thought about it like that before. “I have an Idea Steve.” She said as she reached out and ran a finger up my arm and over my shoulder. “Why don’t we have a fling before you get hitched. I wont tell anyone. Think of it as the last thing you do as a free man.” I looked at her. Those eyes. Those red-hot blazing eyes. How could I say no? I reached my hand behind her head and pulled her face to mine. I felt her lips touch mine. I pressed my mouth hard against hers. My tongue searched out hers and found it. I ran my hands along her jaw line and down her neck. My lips followed. I kissed her neck and was well on my way to continue my move south, until she stopped me. “Lets go somewhere more private” she said as she got up and pulled my shirt. She pulled me up and I obeyed. As we stood there, I kissed her again. We made it to the stairs, and I couldn’t take it anymore, I laid her down on her back on the stairs. I could see the passion in her eyes…I had to have her. My cock strained against my pants, but I couldn’t rush this. This was my last time being single…I had to make this count. As she laid down in front of me, I unbuttoned her shirt. I slipped up her bra in one quick moment, and there she laid in front of me. Her body there for me to take. I trembled at the thought of what her pussy would feel like. I dropped down to my knees and took a nipple into my mouth, and then the other. I moved my mouth down her body. I unbuttoned her pants and slid them off. Then I was there. The only thing keeping me from that fat pussy was a thin piece of cloth. I decided to tease. I kissed up her thigh, and I kissed her pussy through the cloth. I could smell her. I could feel how wet she was. I had to taste her. I pulled the cloth to one side and there it was. Her pussy. Perfectly shaven. Her pink pussy lips pouting out, practically begging to be sucked. I took one lip into my mouth. I tasted her. She was so sweet. Then I tasted the other one, if it was possible, that one was even sweeter than the first. I took my hands and spread her legs far apart. I took my fingers and spread her lips apart. Then I found the dark pink center I was craving. I found her swollen clit. It ached to be touched. I gently flicked it with my tongue. Laura jumped and her big tits jiggled. I flicked it again, she moaned and her wetness started to glisten. I began to lick, suck, and kiss her clit. I slid my tongue up and down her slit…until her juices were dripping out all over the stairs. Before I let her cum, I told her to get up. She got up and turned around and got down on all fours on the stair way. I got behind that beautiful ass and slowly pushed myself inside that hot, dripping pussy. I slid in and her heat wrapped around me. I slowly pushed in and out, going a little deeper everytime. She moaned and clutched the stairs in front of her. Soon, I was fucking her furiously. Everytime I slammed my cock into her, more juice squirted out. Suddenly, she screamed. Her back arched and her entire pussy contracted and pulsed around my cock. After feeling that, I had to let go. I shot my load in that tight pussy. I kept grinding into her, savoring every last sensation I could get. When I finally pulled out, a stream of my cum leaked out of her. I slapped her on the ass as I pulled away and she giggled. “Im gonna take a shower, ok?” she said. “Okay” I answered back. I got my clothes back on and I walked out to the living room. Edgar was just walking in from outside. “Is it hot in here? You look flushed boy!” he said.
For the next 2 years every weekend Laura and I hooked up.

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