The Wedding [Part 1] [MF]

When my college friends and I had been invited to Maria’s sister’s wedding, we were all surprised. We had been close to Maria, sure, but we never knew her sister. Still, we decided to go and treat it as a ten year college reunion. It was also a great excuse to get to Miami.

I ended up getting in Thursday night. The rest of my friends were arriving the next morning, and Maria was too busy with wedding prep to meet up. So I was sitting at the hotel’s rooftop bar, enjoying the view, when I heard a voice behind me: “Hey, are you here for my sister’s wedding?”

I looked over my shoulder and saw a stunning Latina college coed holding a glass of white wine. She was in a very short, low cut black dress that left very little to the imagination. She also looked exactly like Maria did ten years ago, when we were in college together.

“I think that’s a good bet,” I acknowledged, cautiously. “You wouldn’t happen to be Ana, would you?” Ana was Maria’s youngest sister. The middle sister, Tina, was the one getting married this weekend.

Ana was clearly surprised. “Wait, do I know you?”

I smiled. “No, I don’t think we’ve met. Just a lucky guess. Your sister Maria and I went to college together – the same place you go now, I believe.”

“You look just like she did way back then,” I continued. “By the way, I’m Sam.”

Her expression changed when she heard my name. “Oh, Sam! My sister talks about you all the time.” She leaned in and lowered her voice.  “She had a crush on you, you know. And between you and me, I think she still does.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Maria was married with three kids. But I decided to play along.

“Well, can you blame her?” I asked, winking. She giggled and downed the rest of her drink. I took her empty glass and motioned to the bartender. “I think we better get you another one of those – assuming you’re actually old enough to be drinking.”

She looked at me, annoyed. “I’m 21. I graduate this spring.” I handed her the glass of wine.

“Thanks,” she said, immediately taking a sip. “My sister never told me you were so cute.” She playfully touched my arm.

“Thanks,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to divert my eyes from her enticing body. Her dress framed the cleavage between her perky breasts, and exposed plenty her smooth, young legs. She was so young. So vibrant. “But I think I’m a little old for you,” I lamented.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she teased. “I’m not a kid, you know,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“No, you’re not,” I thought to myself, eyes wandering her feminine curves and smooth legs. I realized she saw me checking her out and I quickly looked away.

“So, tell me what Maria was like in college,” Ana prodded. “Was she a troublemaker like I am?”

“Back when she was Maria Martinez? Well, she looked a lot like you. Just gorgeous.” Ana smiled politely as I babbled.

“So you think I’m ‘gorgeous’?” Ana teased. I glared at her while she sipped her wine, but it was true. Ana looked just like Maria did ten years ago. And she was absolutely beautiful.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you’re hitting on me.” She turned away for a moment before turning to me again. “At least I hope you’re hitting on me.”

“Really?” I asked, genuinely surprised.

“Well, you’re cute, and I’m always up for a good time,” she continued, then lowering her voice to a whisper. “Look, you may be too old to date me, but there’s no way you’re too old to fuck me.”

I was clearly shocked but Ana wasn’t having any of it.

“I’ve known you for five minutes and I’ve already seen the way you look at me,” she said, turning to face me. She moved close and began to play with my tie. “So don’t tell me you don’t want to come to my room right now.” She looked up, staring me directly in my eyes.

“Ana -” I tried to interject, unsuccessfully. It was for the best, because I didn’t know what to say.

She cut me off. “Sam. We’re both here alone, right?” I nodded. “Let’s have some fun. Besides, it’ll just be for tonight. No big deal.”

“I don’t know…” My mouth said what it was supposed to, but my mind was already imagining her naked, spread wide, ready to accept my cock. I went silent, unconsciously licking my lips at the thought of entering her, the thought of taking her – the joy of making her mine, if only for one night.

“What about your sister?” I meekly asked.

Ana rolled her eyes again. “What about her? She had her chance.” She paused. “Besides, I’m not a kid. I do what I want.” She stuck a finger in my chest. “And I want you.”

She paused, waiting for my reaction. My body wanted her. My mind wanted her. My conscience, well, it was out voted.

She knew she had won. Her lips curled into a broad smile. “Come with me,” she smiled, taking me by the hand.

I sat down my drink and did what I was told.

* * *

We reached her floor. She peeked her head around the corner. “Maria’s room is right next to mine,” she explained in a whisper. A few moments passed. “The coast is clear,” she said, again taking me by the hand and leading me to her room.

As soon as the hotel room door was closed behind her, Ana wiggled out of her lacy panties. She pulled them over her boots, still wearing her dress.

“Are you sure about this?” I was still in shock at how fast this was happening.

Ana strutted towards me, hips swaying back and forth. She grabbed my tie and pulled my mouth towards hers. As we kissed, she put her panties in my pants pocket. “Oh, I’m sure,” she whispered into my ear.

Our lips moved more and more urgently and soon our tongues were swirling together. Suddenly, she pushed me down, forcing me to take a seat on her bed. She hiked up her dress and straddled me, her bare pussy rubbing against the crotch of my pants. My hands explored her body, running over her breasts, sliding over her thighs, and up to cup her firm ass.

My fingers slid between her legs and dipped into her dripping sex while I kissed and licked her neck and the tops of her breasts. She moaned as I slid a finger between her labia and touched her clit. She removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it over my shoulders.

“Ohhh… just fuck me….” she pleaded, grinding against the firm touch of my fingers.

“Oh, I will,” I thought, “but not yet.” I picked up her light frame and spun her around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her dress hiked up around her hips. I kneeled on the carpet before her and planted kisses on her knees and her thighs, slowly pushing them apart to make room for my head. She willingly parted her legs and ran her fingers through my hair. My tongue ran along her inner thigh, leaving a small trail of my saliva, causing her to squirm in anticipation.

I tried to move slowly, but before long I was at my destination. I pointed my tongue and drug it between her pussy lips, pausing at the top to flick her clit.

“Sam…” Ana whimpered, impatiently, begging me to ramp up my pace. I pushed more and more of my tongue inside her so that my nose was pressed against her clit. Her delicious scent filled my nostrils and her sweet, tangy taste coated my tongue.

Her breath quickened as I continued to lick and suck her clit. She pulled my head into her crotch and squeezed her thighs together. The stubble on face scratched her perfectly smooth legs and I pressed my face into her snatch.

“Mmmm… Oh… Oh!” Ana shivered as she came on my tongue. I kept licking and sucking her clit until she pulled my hair up towards her. “Ohhh… Sam… just fuck me… I want you inside me,” she moaned for a second time. I wouldn’t make her ask me again.

I pulled her dress over her head and turned her around. She leaned forward on the bed and raised her ass expectantly. I didn’t keep her waiting long before I pushed my cock into her slippery hole.

“Mmm…” she cooed, reveling in the feeling of my thickness filling her. She moved her hips in a circle, coating my cock in her ample natural lubrication. We developed a rhythm and soon she was rocking back and forth as my bare, glistening cock slid between her lower lips. I held her hips, bent over before me, and her breasts drug against the soft hotel sheets with each thrust.

“Yes… Fuck me hard…” Ana loved it. Either she wasn’t getting any in college or, more likely, she wasn’t getting it the way I was giving it to her.

I had a great view of her tight, college-aged ass in doggystyle. But I wanted to see her face. I withdrew from her and turned her around. Sweaty and out of breath, she flipped on to her back. I pushed into her again and began to fuck her in missionary.

And I mean I fucked her. She kept egging me on, asking for more. “Yes… harder… just like that… yes… give it to me…”

I pounded away, her legs spread wide. The bed creaked loudly, almost as loud as Ana’s voice. “oh… Oh… OH!” She came for the second time, clenching on my cock with her firm, wet pussy. “FUCK! YES!”

It was then that a primal urge came over me. She was so hot, so young, so full of life. My cock was in this bare young pussy, uncovered. I felt a instinctual need to fill her with my seed – to claim her body as my own.

“I’m going to cum, Ana,” I growled as a warning. Fuck, she felt good. I was so close.

She must have read my mind. “Mmm… Don’t cum in me,” she panted. “I could get pregnant.”

I looked down at the magnificent creature below me. She was a work of art. My instincts and my body desired nothing more than to inject her with my life-giving DNA and give her my child – our child – to carry and nurture inside her.

But it wasn’t to be. Not this night. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her warm snatch and hovered it over her chest. She gripped my dick with both hands as it twitched hard and spewed my sticky semen over her breasts. She grinned happily, milking it of it’s last drops until my handiwork covered her beautiful bronze torso.

I handed her a towel to clean up. “Jesus, Sam, that was… amazing,” Ana whimpered, still out of breath. I said nothing, but responded by holding her close on the bed. She looked at me, still smiling. “For a second I thought you weren’t going to pull out.”

“Neither did I,” I thought to myself, kissing her on the forehead. We drifted off to sleep.

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