Honeymoon Heaven – Part 2

After giving my first blow job, I sat back in my deck chair and enjoyed the view of the water going by and pondered what had just happened. I sipped my wine enjoying how the tart bitterness of the merlot mixed with the salty goodness of my husband’s cum.  John meanwhile, flabbergasted, pulled his trunks back up and sat next to me speechlessly watching the water go by. Eventually he broke the silence and asked me, “want me to do that to you?”

“At some point this week, definitely.” I responded bluntly.  “But for now, I want some more of your amazing cock!” John blushed slightly. “Are you ready?” I asked.

He reached down and tested the firmness of his erection. I saw his penis flop from one side to the other as he stroked it briefly. “Uh, not quite yet.  But I think I can get there.”

We moved inside the cabin. By now all my insecurities were gone.  I craved him. Needed him. Inside me. I stood before him and untied the top of my swimsuit. The fabric fell down in front of my chest, exposing my naked breasts and hard, awaiting nipples.  They were met almost immediately by John’s soft, but muscular hands.  He massaged my breasts for a moment, rubbing my nipples in a circular motion with his thumbs. It felt incredible.  We began to kiss. Our tongues dancing in each others mouth, pausing occasionally to suck or bite the lips of the other. I sank onto the bed and John followed me.  We continued to make out passionately before he left to explore the rest of my body with his mouth.  I moaned with pleasure as his kisses met with gentle caresses all over my body.  First on my neck and collar bone, then down my chest to suck on my boobs. I felt my pussy contracting and dripping with eager excitement as I ran my fingers down his shirtless back.  He continued south, stopping to trace the ridge of my pelvic bone with his tongue down to the edge of my bikini bottoms.  I received a preview of his intentions as I felt his tongue dart quickly into my belly button as his hands worked to remove my last article of clothing. Soon I was naked with his face hurried between my legs.

His tongue split the lips of my labia just so slightly and he flicked my clit gently.  I had Jilled myself off many times over the years and could handle my motor pretty well, but I’d never felt anything like this before!  The pleasure was incredible. He burried his face in my pussy and went to work.  It did not take long before I felt the pleasure building to immense proportions.  But I did not want my first orgasm with my new husband to be like this. My hands found the back of his head.

“Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock.” I blurted out. A few tongue flicks more and he stopped, looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes from between my legs, as if you ask, “Are you sure?” I pleaded with him to stop before I came.

He stood up, wiping my pussy juices from his face with the back of his hand. He took his pants down once again, and his massive erection sprang back to life. “Give me a second.” he asked before dashing to the luggage, searching furiously through one of the top pockets before emerging with what he was looking for. In his hand was a small black cardboard box with yellow lettering.  Trojan Magnum it said.

I watched as he tore open the box, separated one of the golden discs from the others and tore open the package. He quickly unrolled the rubber down his thick shaft, close to the base before returning to the bed. And then he resumed kissing me as passionately as before.

He laid on top of me and expertly spread my legs while groping my entire body. I felt his thick penis enter me, slowly at first, but it continued to slide in deeper and deeper. It burned with an uncomfortable intensity for a minute or two but I was so horny, so eager for it, so wet, I did not care. He plunged his cock deep inside me and we rocked back and forth. As I became more accustomed to his size and to having such a large foreign object inside me I enjoyed the sensation more and more. I could feel the entire length of his shaft as he entered and withdrew from me repeatedly. John pumped me hard for several minutes, our bodies becoming a pretzel of naked, sweaty limbs and our cries of ecstasy filling the small room.  The pleasure grew inside me and I couldn’t help myself. I screamed, “Yeah baby! Fuck me hard” as my body began to quiver and I had my first orgasm with my husband. John pumped harder and faster and my O seemed to last forever. I loved the feeling of being fucked by him.  After waiting for so many years, I knew I was addicted to this feeling.

He slowed down and I could once again feel his long shaft fully penetrating me before sliding almost completely out. “Are you ok? Did you cum?” I asked.

“No, not yet,” he said. “But I’m close. But I want you to have another one before I come.” I wrapped my legs around his hips and used my heels to push his pelvis down and his cock deep inside me. “Don’t ever stop fucking me.” I said in what I hoped was a sultry, vixen-like way. John smiled and redoubled his efforts. Harder thrusting resumed and we soon found a great rhythm.  His hands continued to explore my body and I felt them alternatively firmly holding my neck and face as we kissed, or gently tugging at my hair, or later massaging and caressing the sides of my breasts.  It all felt so good and I could feel another orgasm building.  “Yeah baby. Right there. Keep going.” I moaned as my hips thrust higher and more violently to meet his. “Oh, oh, Ohhhh” I cried out as his hands slipped down my body and cupped my backside, allowing him to plunge in deeper than he’d ever done before. I dug my nails into his powerful shoulders as an intense orgasm racked my body. John grunted, almost like an animal, as he buried his cock deep inside me.  I don’t know if I actually felt it through the condom or if it was just my imagination, but his cock seemed to swell for a moment before his body released all of it’s tension and he collapsed onto my chest. I felt his body spasm briefly as his penis continued to pump semen into the rubber baggy separating the closeness between us.  We laid breathlessly in each other’s arm, happy in the knowledge that we had shared God’s gift with each other and finally consummated our wedding.