C2 The Nuptials

"Oh my God, Ray!" squealed Kayleigh. "No one's ever been this deep inside me, even you! OH MY GOD!! Fuck!! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!! AGAIN!!"

It was her fourth tryst with Ray. With her newfound seniority, she had a lot more control over her routes. She used it to get as many trips to see Ray as she could.

She still wore her bra (though Ray had pulled down the cups), stockings and high heel shoes; her uniform skirt was hiked up around her waist. She had her airline scarf knotted around her throat, for Ray loved the reminder of her profession.

She rode Ray, rotating her hips wildly, gripping his huge cock with her slick pussy lips as she cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. Ray was fucking her for the third time of the night. She'd lost count of how many times she had cum, for Ray knew exactly how to excite his sexual partners. What he liked about fucking Kayleigh was that she loved rough sex: it made her cum quickly, hard and frequently.

Now she squashed her clitoris hard on the base of his cock and raked her nails on his chest hard enough to mark his skin. Ray kept arching his back, continuing to thrust into her as the spasmodic contractions of her orgasm went on and on. Her wet tightness pushed him awfully close to the edge and he grunted with the effort of holding back.

It was her hardest orgasm of the night and her entire vagina pulsed and clenched as she kept up a litany of, "OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!" Over and over. Ray was sure that her cries carried through the walls to the adjoining rooms. These were occupied by her crewmates and he wondered what they would say to Kayleigh on the flight back.

She put her hands on his hips to draw him even deeper into her as she approached the apex of her orgasm.

Then her phone rang, and she looked at the screen. It was her fiancé, Tripp.

"Tripp! Exactly… OOH…! on… AAH…! schedule!!" she gasped.

"As usual… Tripp's timing is… perfect!" grunted Ray.

Kayleigh tapped the screen and opened the call on speakerphone.

"Baby, I've been missing you!" Tripp's voice was plaintive. "You said you'd call, I've been waiting."

"OH, MY GOD! OOH!" Kayleigh panted as Ray kept pushing into her and she swiveled her hips to keep her pussy rotating on his shaft. "Yes, yes! Sorry!! I've been… MY GOD…! busy!"

"Are you all right, honey? You sound like you're in pain!"

"No… no… OOHH…!! I'm… on… the treadmill… hard… workout… OH, MY GOD!!" The last was forced out of her as Ray gave her a particularly powerful thrust.

"You always seem to be working out when I call. It's… It's disconcerting to hear you panting and gasping like this. Are you coming home on Friday?"

"MY GOD, YES!! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!"

She grabbed the phone to cut the line and her entire body went rigid. Her final vaginal spasm was so hard that Ray felt like his cock was in velvet vice. He could no longer hold back and exploded, shooting yet another bout of thick, musky jism deep into her innermost recesses. She squealed like a stuck pig. He arched his back to further empty his load, and she clung to him before collapsing, utterly spent.

They were both covered with sweat. Her uniform scarf and bra were soaked with it. Ray's thick, pungent semen leaked out of her pussy and coursed down to stain the tops of her stockings. Kayleigh lay on Ray, his thick but softening cock still deep inside her. She propped herself up on his chest and he cupped her firm, rounded breasts, one in each hand. He tweaked her meaty nipples – they were still hard and growing even harder.

"How do you like fucking your pregnant girlfriend?"

"You're not my girlfriend, Kayleigh. I'm almost old enough to be your father. You're getting married to Tripp on Saturday."

"I know, I know, I'm twenty-four and you're in your forties. But I'm carrying your baby; doesn't that entitle me to call myself your girlfriend?"

"No. You're marrying Tripp; legally it will be his baby. My assistant Romi has gone over the contract with you. Tripp doesn't know about us, does he?"

"Of course not," said Kayleigh. "Tripp's an accomplished accountant, but he's pretty naïve when it comes to women. When I told him I was pregnant, he just assumed that his condom had leaked and that it's his baby." She tousled his hair and kissed him. "I want you to come to the wedding, Ray."

"That's not a good idea, Kayleigh."

"Why not? You're one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You got me this promotion. You fuck me to more orgasms in a night than Tripp has done since I met him. And you're the father of my child. You should be there."

"It won't turn out well."

"Why would you say that?"

"Weddings are always overburdened with sexual tension. And I'm easily aroused. It's not a good combination."

"You can control yourself for a day, can't you?"

"You can't put a wolf amongst sheep and then blame it for preying on them. I know myself. I'd ruin your wedding."

"I'll take that risk. I want you to be there."

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

* * * * *

Kayleigh stood at the head of the receiving line at the country club, anxiously scanning the crowd. Ray had reluctantly agreed to come to her wedding, but he had not been at the church. She still hoped he was coming to the reception. She was about to give up, when she saw him – at the end of the long line, wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks and a well-cut jacket.

She kept looking at him, trying to catch his eye, but he was looking around the reception hall, people-watching. She went through the motions, speaking to friends and relatives in the line mechanically. Tripp stood by her, receiving everyone much more enthusiastically and did not notice her preoccupation.

Ray finally got to them.

"I love the off-the-shoulder gown, Kayleigh. You look beautiful in white. The white ribbon choker is a nice touch. And white gloves! Very classy."

"It is good to see you, Ray." She turned to her new husband. "Tripp, this is Ray Manning, he really helped me in my job."

"Pleased to meet you," said Tripp, extending his hand.

"Congratulations!" said Ray. "You're a lucky man." He turned back to Kayleigh. "Here's a little something to help you on your honeymoon." He handed her an envelope.

She opened the flap and took a quick peek inside. It was a cashier's check for ten thousand dollars.

"Ray! You shouldn't have!"

"Give us a kiss, then," he said.

He leaned forward, seeming to offer her his cheek. She puckered up and leaned toward him. At the last minute, he turned his face and kissed her square on the lips. He held her by the nape of her neck, a hand on her ribbon choker, his thick tongue forcing itself into her mouth. His other hand was between them and kneaded her firm breasts, first the one, then the other. It was only for about five seconds, but to her it seemed to go on for an eternity. No one but the three of them saw it.