Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 20:26:43 +0000 (GMT)
From: Real Org <realorg@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Wedding - Part 1

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My name is Tamzin, I'm a 32 year old, highly
successful career woman. Looking back it's a little
sad really, because I have done very little with my
life except pursue my career. Now I am at the peak of
my profession, rich enough not to have to worry about
money for the rest of my life, but also very lonely. I
have never had a long term romantic relationship with
any one. Of course I experimented at University,
several semi drunken evenings I found myself in bed
with both sexes. Since then however, my only sexual
relationship has been with my own hands. That's not
for want of offers of course, I am well aware that I
am an attractive woman, 5' 9", slim, long straight
blond hair, green eyes, well proportioned pert breasts
and ass. I make an effort with my appearance so that I
look good in my business suit, and it has served me
well in furthering my career.

I had received the invitation to my cousin Jane's
wedding a few months ago. At first I was just going to
make some excuse about not being able to get the time
off, but then I decide if I was going to get myself
out of this lonely rut I had dug in my life, I needed
to get out and socialise and this seemed like an ideal
starting point.

My alarm went off at 6:00am as usual on Friday
morning, but I wasn't in any rush, it was Jane's
wedding tomorrow and I had to drive up to her house in
the Yorkshire Dales as I would be saying there for the
weekend. As I lay there luxuriating under my silk
duvet, I took the opportunity to relieve the tingle of
sexual tension dancing around my loins. I didn't want
the distraction of being horny this weekend, and
regular masturbation was the only cure at my disposal
at the moment.

With my eyes closed, my left hand alternately
massaging both breasts, and my right handing rubbing
circles over my clit, it wasn't long before my fingers
were sticky with juices. 25 minutes later I moaned as
waves of orgasmic spasms washed over me. I was a
little surprised and frustrated at how quickly I had
cum and considered going for a second but decided it
one would have to suffice.

I lay there for another 15 minutes enjoying the
afterglow and then got up, showered, dressed, and
packed, ready for my trip. After a quick lunch I
climbed into my Range Rover having decided it would be
better suited to driving in the Yorkshire Dales than
the Aston Martin. Leaving my Kent mansion I worked my
way to the motorway and settled in for the 5 hour
drive to Yorkshire.

I arrived as planned at 6pm after negotiating the half
mile dirt track that provides the only access to my
cousin's farm house. I was glad I had chosen the Range
Rover. I was surprised to see so many cars parked
outside the house and hopped they weren't all staying
the night, the farm house wasn't small but it would
still be a squeeze.

I was greeted by a smiling young girl, I would guess
around 15-16 years old, she wasn't slim but looked
muscular rather than fat and had a very pretty face
with long black hair and deep blue eyes.

"Aunt Tamzin, is that you! Wow nice car!" she said
excitedly.

"Yes, I'm Tamzin, but I don't think I can be your
Aunt" I don't have any brothers or sisters.

"Oh please" she said while hugging me tightly "I don't
have any real Aunt's and your so beautiful and
sophisticated , it would be so cool if you were my
Aunt. I'm Angela, Jane's my mum, so we are family".

"What ever you like" I said, feeling slightly self
conscious about the feeling of her firm young breasts
pressing against my stomach. I wasn't used to that
much physical contact.

"Oh cool!" she said while hugging me even tighter.

Just then another woman appeared in the door way, it
took me a few seconds but then I recognised her, it
was my cousin Jane.

"Tamzin is that you, I'm so glad you could make it, I
wasn't sure you would be able to find the time what
with your busy schedule and everything. Come in and
meet everyone. Angela get Tamzin's bags out of her car
would you." There seemed a hit of resentment in her
voice, I suddenly had the feeling that I perhaps I
wasn't really welcome. A shiver of apprehension ran
down my spine as I walked through the front door of
the farm house.

Jane led me into the main reception room and
introduced me to everyone. Inside it smelled of dust
and old furniture with a hint of manure, not very
pleasant! I was greeted by smiles, but behind the
smiles I could clearly see the resentment that
unfortunately still goes with having money in the
British society. I began to wonder if this trip was
such a good idea after all.

After an awkward evening of trying to make
conversation it was time to turn in. I found Jane and
asked her which room I would be sleeping in.

"Oh, I'm sorry Tamzin I forgot to tell you, a few more
people turn up than expected so I have had to put you
and Angela in the caravan out back. It's a new
caravan, quite comfortable, and even has its own
toilet and shower, I hope that's alright."

"That's fine" I said. Actually it was great, Angela
was the only person that actually seemed genuinely
pleased I was here. I hadn't been looking forward to
spending the night in the house, sharing a room with
people that obviously didn't like me.

"Wait here I'll go find Angela"

Jane returned a few minutes later with Angela in tow.

"Angela, take Tamzin out to the caravan will you,
we're all turning in now."

Angela grabbed my hand and all but ran out the back
door with me stumbling along behind. She dragged me
across a field to a new looking caravan about 100m
from the back of the house. Inside the caravan was
well lit with a small kitchen area, bathroom and a
large double bed at the far end which was already made
up with a duvet and pillows.

"There's only the one bed so we have to share, you can
use the bathroom first if you like." Angela said.

I was in no mood to argue, I just wanted to get some
sleep. I grabbed my wash bag and night shirt, then
went into the bathroom. Once inside I washed my face,
cleaned my teeth, relived myself, striped out of my
clothes and put on my night shirt.  As I exited the
bathroom Angela wolf whistled. I wasn't sure what to
make of that but my brain was now in sleep mode so I
just climbed under the duvet and fell asleep almost as
soon as my head hit the pillow. I only vaguely noticed
that Angela was now completely naked as she made her
way into the bathroom.

I awoke early in the morning, it wasn't light yet but
the sky was beginning to turn from black to a dark
shade of blue. I was lying on my right side looking
out the caravan window through a gap in the curtains,
I felt very relaxed, warm, and horney!

My left hand drifted down between my legs and began to
massage my mound I began to breath harder as the
pressure mounted in my pussy. A bolt of electricity
shot through my chest as something squeezed my left
breast and tweaked the nipple through my nightshirt.
It was then that I realised that Angela was lying up
against me with her left arm draped over my side and
now massaging my breast. I was horrified, my God what
was I doing!!
I immediately drew my hand away from my crutch and lay
still trying to control my breathing, in the vain hope
that Angela might still be sleeping and didn't know
what I had been doing. I lay there for what seemed
like several minutes not making a noise, while the
feeling of  her gentle breath on the back of my neck
was gradually driving me mad. Then I sensed her moving
to bring her mouth up close to my ear.

"Don't stop. It's only natural, nothing to be ashamed
of" she whispered in my ear "here let me help you".

I was lost, I didn't know what to do, and to make
matters worse I was more turned on than I had ever
been in my life!

Angela hooked her right arm under my neck, brought her
hand back up to my left breast and resumed her
fondling. At the same time she gently ran the fingers
of her left hand along my left arm that was now
resting hesitantly along my left side. When she
reached my thigh her hand found its way to the hem of
my nightshirt before dipping under and making its way
back up the inside of my left leg towards what was now
the centre of my world. She moved agonisingly slow but
eventually reached my pussy, cupping it with her hand,
frustratingly she paused once again before finally
simultaneously squeezing pussy and pushing her index
finger inside of me. Not realising I had been holding
my breath ll this time I let out a long drawn out
moan."aahhhhhhhhhhhhh".

I was close to the best orgasm of my life and them
some! Yet what seem to be making it all the more
intense was that I had been brought to this state, in
the space of just a few minutes, by girl of less than
half my age who had no right to be this experienced at
pleasuring a women. I new it was wrong but at this
time my sense of right or wrong was no match for the
carnal desire I was experiencing.

By now she had some how managed to free my left breast
and was now sucking on the nipple while gently nipping
it with her teeth. At the same time the palm of her
hand pressed firmly against my mound while gently
rubbing in a circle. Her index finger was still inside
me, tickling the roof of my vagina, I felt my legs
begin to go rigid as I reached the edge. Then she
removed her finger, and for one horrifying second I
thought she was going to stop, but then she reached
down further with her thickly coated index finger and
just tickled the rose bud of my virgin anus... "ah ah
ah ahhhhhhhhhhh  gooooood". The effect was simply
sensational and my orgasm hit like an enormous
unstoppable wave that washed relentlessly through me
for what seemed like forever.

Unseen by me, an evil smile spread across Angela's
mouth, I was hers now!

When I finally began to come down from my orgasmic
stupor it was abut half an hour later and I found my
self in the shower with Angela while she gently
cleansed us both of various bodily fluids. We stepped
out of the shower and she dried us both off,
thankfully avoiding any unnecessary contact with my
now hyper sensitised nipples and pussy. Moving out of
the bathroom Angela picked out some clothes for me and
helped me get dressed. It was all done so casually I
didn't even notice that she omitted to include any
underwear.

To be continued...


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