Burlington nKwame smiled, pleased with himself and his surroundings. He was at a well organised wedding among lots of well dressed men and pretty women. There was a whiff of expensive perfume about the place and Burlington looked forward to the evening with a sense of adventure. His brother was getting married at last.
The nKwame family had become rich and powerful during early colonial days by the simple expedient of selling their rivals to the Arab slavers who then sold them on to the European merchants for transportation across the Atlantic. When slavery was abolished in 1833 the family had invested in the acquisition of local lands and the education of their children. Some of the children went to Ovford, others to the Sorbonne, thus backing both sides in the struggle for Africa.
Burlington, or Burl as he was usually known, was not of the same intellectual caliber as his brother. He had failed his BA at Oxford, won an athletic scholarship to Harvard but failed to graduate there too. He had retired to West Africa and started a taxi business which would never make him rich; he just didn't have his brother's drive, ambition or ability.
His brother Glynbourne, on the other hand , was one of natures high flyers; Director designate of one of the largest investment banks in the US. A combination of considerable ability and a penchant for hard work had carried him to the top.
Glyn was just marrying a stunningly beautiful young white girl, herself a talented economist, called Alison. The bride was a perfect picture of maidenhood in her white satin gown, giving Burl a massive hard-on as she glided down the aisle on his brother's arm. What Burl wouldn't have given to be in his elder brother's shoes that night! He knew his brother's progenerative equipment was the envy of lesser men - and that meant nearly everybody, including himself - and he could picture the ample pleasure his young bride was about to experience.
Although, the age being what it was, he supposed she was already well aware of what awaited her. Girls nowadays didn't delay for the church bells to establish the sexual compatibility of their chosen mates.
At the reception, Burl had to make an effort to keep his eyes off Alison. Although he acknowledged his lust for his brother's bride, he resolved to do nothing he might later regret. He turned his attention to the pretty bridesmaid, Alison's younger sister, Susan.
Eighteen year old Susan was no match for Alison 's sharp intellect but she was kind, good natured and obedient. She had dressed carefully for her sister's wedding. She wore a white satin and lace bra, matching panties and garter belt, holding up sheer nylon stockings. She wore white open-toed high heels, a long white satin and lace slip and a pale blue satin dress that came down past her knees. Her blonde hair was pinned up with a simple tiara holding it in place. A single row pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings completed a very pretty picture.
Facially, Susan was like her sister but not so anyone would necessarily take them for sisters unless they were seen together. Where they were very similar though was at the rear. Susan had the same sort of curvature to her ass that Alison displayed; they were both the possessors of asses-to-die-for!
Observing this Burl found his hard-on just refused to simmer down. The bride and groom were dancing now. So he asked Susan to join him on the dance floor.
Susan had seen her sister Alison's betrothal to Glyn with great interest. The sisters had been brought up in a liberal family, so she could see nothing wrong in Alison marrying a black man, even one who was twenty years her senior. Her sister had already vouchsafed the secret of Glyn's 'equipment' and Susan let her imagination do the rest. As she thought of her sister impaling herself on Glyn's monstrous cock, she had to keep her own legs firmly together. She also knew her sister's secret, her two month old pregnancy!
At that point Burl came up and asked her to dance. He was a big man, six foot two in his socks, and he was broad-shouldered too. Seven years younger than his brother at thirty-five, Burl was not handsome. At best his face could be described as rugged, his lips too broad, his nose too flat and a hair-style that was neither crinkly, wavy nor straight, but a melange of all in an unregulated mess. His suit, on the other hand, was exquisitely cut and fitted, as was his shirt, the cuffs adorned with gold links.
Despite his bulk and Susan's slender build, they danced well together. Susan was pleasantly surprised at Burl's dancing skill and sense of rhythm. As they spun and she was pulled tightly into his body she could feel the swelling in his groin. It pleased her youthful nature to think she had managed to get this grown man worked up so quickly. It also made her feel horny!
After a suitable period of time, Alison and Glyn left to change into their 'going-away' clothes, off on their honeymoon.
Burl and Susan followed them out of the hall and went up the stairs to their rooms on the sixth floor. After the newly weds disappeared into their room, Susan went to her door, turned the key and went in. As she turned to close the door, Burl slipped in behind her with a laugh.
"Alone at last, little Susie," he declared. His hands slid round her waist and he pulled her to him. He bent and kissed the unresisting girl very gently on the lips. He kept his mouth slightly open, slowly increasing the pressure. Then, as she offered no resistance, he flicked his tongue softly along her upper lip. He was gratified to feel a wet slither of flesh on his broad lip as she responded. Her arms went round his neck and her whole body rested against his own.
He increased the pressure of the long kiss still more. His mouth opened wider as did hers, their tongues intertwining as their passions began to erupt.
His large hands dropped down and grasped the ass-to-die-for, pulling her onto his hard erection. Under the soft satin of her dress, her slip and her panties he felt the even softer flesh surrendering to his touch.
Susan thrilled as she felt the power of his protruding cock trying its best to burst out of his well cut suit trousers. The girl desperately wanted to experience the earth shattering pleasures that her older sister had told her about. She was no virgin at eighteen but her experiences had been frustrating to say the least. The men, or rather boys, she had allowed herself to experiment with had failed to provide either the excitement or the satisfaction she craved. She had begun to think herself indifferent to sex, but tonight was going to change all that.
She moved herself encouragingly against the lump she could feel growing against her belly and wallowed in the messy kiss that seemed to go on for ever.
Then he spoke, "Well, I wonder what your sister is up to just now?".
His fingers worked on the zip behind her neck. It slid down. He had done this before, obviously. As her dress slipped to the floor, Susan stepped out of it and pushed Burl's coat off his shoulders, undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. She was in a hurry and her nimble fingers worked on his belt and fly-zip too.
His suit trousers wouldn't go over his shoes, so Susan knelt to undo them. Burl seized the opportunity to reach over, lift Susan's slip and slide off her panties. In doing so, he allowed his by now rampant cock to escape its bondage within his boxers. It flipped out cheekily next to Susan's startled face. It was massively stiff, black and shiny.
The girl had browsed enough porn sites on the internet to know what men loved from their girls at this stage. She had finished with Burl's shoes and socks, his trousers were free, so she gave his cock her rapt attention. Grasping the giant with both hands, she stuck out her tongue experimentally, licking round the head.
Reassuring herself that it didn't taste too bad, she closed her mouth right over the head and tickled it with her tongue. Burl was ecstatic. This was better than he had ever imagined. Susan had completely ignored the precum and taken it into her pretty mouth. Burl could feel his balls about to discharge his semen and warned her, "I'm coming, girl!"
She let him go. She pushed him back and started mounting him. Holding his cock in one hand, she began to lower herself onto it as fast as she could. She squeeled a little with the strain, but managed to get half of Burl's ten inches of cock into her as he ejaculated his cum into her cunt.
"I'm coming now, Susan. I'm fucking you right now."
"That's right, Burl. Come in my cunt. I love it. I want to feel you coming and fucking me like that!"
As he emptied the product of his bollocks into her, Burl slowed a little.
