0 comments/ 8822 views/ 7 favorites Honeymoon Excess By: Rex Siter Jill and Jeff Flinder were on the fourth night of their honeymoon. Their apartment on the small Greek island of Agistri was perfect, with a large bed, a bathroom that had a corner bath into which two could fit easily, and a shower which had plenty of space. There was a generous balcony which easily held a table and chairs plus a double lounger, and a view out over the blue Aegean, which was just sensational. There were other pleasing features, but for Jill and Jeff, they were the essentials. For them this honeymoon was a climax in itself. They had met at a friend's wedding just four months earlier. Jeff, a consultant engineer and Jill, ex-model and magazine editor, found, from the first time they'd shared a most passionate kiss, that they each had the same notion, 'This is the one for me'. They had so much in common, a love of film, books and theatre, a delight in walking the countryside, and generous experience of the opposite sex, which illustrated their eager libidos. They only learned this after early dates, but they knew they were destined to marry, sooner rather than later. They came to that conclusion before any union had taken place. And that was when Jill had come up with the suggestion, which was unbelievable for her, and disappointing for him, at first. Her astonishing idea had been that they avoid having sex until their honeymoon. Jill could not believe that she would have such an idea. Sex had always been a major factor in her life, and she had rarely ducked the opportunity to take pleasure in the arms of a man she fancied. Since his first experience at eighteen, Jeff had chased sex avidly, and with considerable success. He was confident that women came on to him easily, so the idea of going some three months in the company of this epitome of womanhood without any sex appalled him. "Think about it, Jeff," Jill said, so enthusiastic since the idea had taken root. "we go to our honeymoon like two virgins." Jeff laughed at that. "I'm afraid that genie got out of the bottle a long time ago." "For me too, but, Jeff, what do we have that two virgins wouldn't?" "Experience?" "Exactly," she said, her lovely face alight with the thought of it, "and we are crazy about each other?" "I hope so. I know I am." She kissed him warmly, "And I could eat you now. So, don't you see what it will be like? Two frustrated lovers with our experience coming together on our honeymoon. What would that be like?" "Apocalyptic?" "Exactly, I'm starting to look forward to it already." So, for the ensuing weeks, they nursed their longing for each other with a set of rules that Jeff was sure they'd never adhere to. No nudity when they were together. No caresses under clothing. Agreement to break off when the pressure became too much. "It's so difficult, isn't it?" Jill admitted one night, after they'd had a long kissing session on his sofa, and she had placed a hand on the spot where his penis bulged his pants. "That thing you have down there is something I look forward to." This whole business with Jeff had been so out of the usual pattern in her life. Fancy a guy, find it mutual, and in no time it would be bed. Jeff was catching his breath, trying to stem the ache from where she had touched, while he had squeezed her breasts, longing to tear her dress open, and feast there, but he settled for his hand drifting over her belly, savouring the swell of her pudenda, and the gentle inlet beyond, only partly accessible, because of her closed thighs. "Can I last another two weeks without bursting?" But manage they did, and after a fabulous wedding reception they were cheered to their flight by friends and relatives. Hand in hand on the plane, some comfort for Jill who, in spite of taking several flights in her career, had never lost a fear of flying. To keep her mind off it they talked out a new set of rules on the control they would apply to their finally coming together. Everything would be gentle, from Jill donning her see-through negligee, to gentle early kisses, through much caressing to that final moment of Jeff's entry into her, and even then all movement would be loving and caring. Not quite how it panned out. The flight got into Athens at midday. The ferry had them on the island by six thirty that evening. A lovely meal with plenty of wine available, but 'not needed' as Jill put it. A porter had delivered their bags up to their apartment, and, meal over, they made their decorous way to the lift, which they shared with four others who were going to the second floor. Between the second and third floors, alone for a moment, they kissed with the gentility they had promised. Out of the lift, and their apartment door was the first on their right. Before Jeff had the key turned in the lock, Jill had unbuttoned her thin summer dress all the way down, and was out of it and her bra, before Jeff had turned from closing the door. Seeing her near naked, gave him the immediate urge to reach for those jutting breasts that pointed their pink nipples directly at him. But seeing the lascivious look on her face, he unbuckled his belt, and hastily pushed pants and boxer shorts to the floor. Jill, all heated, and very aware of the moistness between her thighs, stared hungrily as Jeff's massively erect penis poked a purple head from under his shirt. So on fire was she, all she longed to do was take it into her, into whichever orifice would afford them both the most pleasure. Jeff enjoyed watching her reaction to the appearance of his penis, and he reached out to push her tiny panties down. Jill wriggled her hips to aid that, as she tugged at the buttons of his shirt. Jeff was stunned by the curvaceous body in front of him. He was particularly delighted that she was a natural blonde. Yes, her pubic hair was a shade more corn coloured, but his own pubic hair was darker than the brown hair on his head. Jill was thrilled by the musculature of Jeff's shoulders and hairless chest. She'd never been fond of hairy-chested men, found them quite a turn off. And Jeff's belly was excitingly flat sloping away from that stomach six pack as it did. Broad thighs leading in to that very inviting penis. It was all too much for patience to survive. So they stood there, naked at last, each wondering how they had managed to keep such goodies out of each other's sight for so long "Which rule are we at?" Jill asked breathlessly, giving her whole body a provocative wriggle. Jeff had few words ready, as he bent, heaved Jill up into his arms, and, marching towards the bedroom, declared, "Damn the rules." Aroused by just being in his arms, Jill turned her eager mouth up to his, as they moved under the arch into the bedroom. Within seconds they were rolling over the large bed in something close to frenzy. His hands clutched her breasts, her hands reached for his penis, 'like iron', she murmured, his mouth and tongue lingered on her nipples, while his hands groped over her corn coloured pudenda, to nestle between her thighs, while her mouth swooped over his penis, tongue licking avidly, and both revelled in the spark of skin against skin. All of that in the first fifteen seconds, before, without any more speech, or any clear consensus, Jeff's penis was ploughing up Jill's eager vaginal canal, as he gloried in the wetness, the vibrancy and the pull she was exerting. Jill had viewed Jeff's penis as being just about average in length, maybe a little longer, but it had been the girth that had surprised and pleased her when she had briefly gripped it. Now, her thighs spread as far as they would go, she was learning just how sumptuous such a girth could be. He was filling her lady completely and the flexing of his hips urged her to respond with her own undulations. Adding to the exquisite sensations, she flexed internal muscles to urge him into her depths. As an orgasm neared, part of her mind was luxuriating in the admission that she had chosen well. Climax was very much on Jeff's mind as, independent of his own motions, he became more and more aware of Jill's. He was also aware of the nature of her breathing, deep guttural gasps for breath, quickening all the time. She was going over, he could tell. What were the chances of them hitting a high together at their very first attempt? His pulsing scrotum told him it was a possibility. But it was at that moment that she gave a desperate squeal, her fingernails dug into his back, her head rolled from side to side, and for a moment it felt as though she was trying to pull Jeff's whole body up inside herself. Jill was flying on a climax the like of which she could not recall ever having before. She wanted to be touched everywhere, she wanted Jeff, all of him, inside her, outside her, all around her. And she knew her senses were useless alongside the urgent ecstasies that were exploding from her womb, all around her body. Jeff, only slightly disappointed that he had missed her time, but the sounds, the joys that emanated from her, had his penis and scrotum spurting against Jill's cervix, and as he released his juices, he became very aware of his own grunting, not unlike a snuffling pig. He eased his weight off her, as she lowered her knees, and half chuckling they clung together, their perspiration gluing their skins together. "What happened to that flimsy negligee?" Jeff chuckled "What happened to gentility?" she responded, still breathless. "We did caress, didn't we?" "I can't remember," she sniggered, and rose over him to nestle against his chest. "Worth waiting for?" "I think so. Should we just go home now? Doubt if we'll better that." "Oh, yes we will," she hissed, reaching to stroke his flaccid wet penis. "What time is it now?" "Why?" "Because I have a date." She gave him a sly look that was going to become so delightfully regular. "Who with?" She sat back and pointed down Jeff's body, "Little fellow down there. I want him to meet my lady again. They weren't formally introduced." "Your lady?" Her laugh was tuneful yet erotic, "That's what I call it. In the past when I knew the full process was about to take place with a man, I started thinking of her as my lady-in-waiting. In other words, waiting to be filled. But I shortened that to just lady. So she will need a formal introduction." "Can she wait awhile?" Jeff asked, before kissing her. "Looks like she's going to need to." Jill said, giving the limp organ a casual flick. "But what name is she going to be introduced to?" Jeff shook his head, "I'll have to leave that to you." Jill was silent for a moment, her brow creased in mock concentration, before she cried out triumphantly, "I have it." "What?" "Lancelot—because—" And she laughed out loud, "—I trust he's going to lance my lady—a lot." "Okay, you can bank on that." The formal introduction took place at nine thirty. This time it was slow and gentle, and Jill's lady took a little rapturous invasion from Jeff's tongue, before Jill held his lance tight, and slowly delivered the purple head to the wide and ready lady portal. Was there ever such a formal introduction? Both parties achieved much pleasure from it. After a couple of glasses of wine. at eleven o'clock, there was a further meeting, this time preceded by an agreed complete body exploration, in which Jeff and Jill caressed, kissed, licked, and squeezed. This session was unexpectedly brought to a frenzied conclusion by Jeff's lips and tongue's injudicious foray into Jill's lady's rose petal borders. Jill, to her own surprise and utter exhilaration, went into a paroxysm of sensuous spasms, and she was demanding that her lady be totally filled with that wide lance. Not surprisingly, Jeff was only too keen to oblige. When they had both caught their breaths, Jill sighed, " God, that was as if I hadn't had it for months." Jeff hugged her, and whispered, "Well, until a few hours ago you hadn't." At one thirty in the morning they took their first shower together, and as the water poured over them, dripping from hair, fingers, penis and nipples, they thrilled to the erotic slide of soaped hands over their skin. Jill parted her thighs to allow the easy glide of Jeff's fingers, and he could have allowed his hands to play there all night, especially as Jill's little elongated sighs told him just how much she was getting from it. Jill, enjoying playing over Jeff's lance, and feeling it rise to the correct proportions for such a title, saw the opportunity to realise another first between the two of them. Allowing the tumbling water to wash away the soap, she kissed her way down his six pack, nuzzled into his dark brown pubic hair, and ran her tongue over Jeff's now rampant penis. Blinking up at him through a haze of streaming water, she said "I think I owe you this." Looking down at this wonderful wife he had found himself, and seeing what she was about to do, Jeff felt his penis, or as Jill had christened it, lance, pulse in anticipation. He saw his end disappear between those generous lips, and there was a moment's hesitation when he thought she had changed her mind. But, without drawing him deeply into her mouth, he was thrilled to feel her tongue lapping and rolling around his purple head. Then, very slowly that same head was being rolled along the inside of her cheek which bulged, before he was indulged by engagement with the back of her throat. Hell, it felt terrific, maybe too exciting, and he knew he'd need to be ready to warn her. As Jill eagerly wrapped her lips around Jeff's lance, she realised that she had not allowed for the girth of this organ. It was going to fill her mouth, giving little scope for her tongue to do a full job on it. So, with just the smooth head inside, she played her tongue all around it, dipping into the tiny mouth it had. Then she moved her head and experienced the electric thrill of it it running along her cheek. She moved her head so that both cheeks were favoured. It wasn't the first blowjob she had given. How many? Well, three -three, would it be? Two of those had been withdrawals and the stuff had splattered over her shoulders and breasts, which, for her, made it rather unpleasant. The one time she had swallowed had convinced her that it was the most satisfactory way to do it. This would be her first since then, and this would give her so much more satisfaction, because this one was for Jeff. She sucked his wide organ right to the back of her throat, sensing that it was blocking everything back there. But there was no gagging, as she moved her head back and forth along the mass of it. Happily, she could sense the quivers in Jeff's loins. She was giving him the pleasure he had devoted to her earlier in the evening. Deliberately she increased the pace of her mouth along his shaft, as well as the frequency of her sucking on it as though it was some great popsicle. Her fingers squeezed at his scrotum, as she heard Jeff's grunt, and his flexing hips encouraged her all the more. Jeff could hardly believe how good she was, as her mouth worked diligently at giving him gratification. . But the pressure was increasing, and those fingers juggling his balls were adding to that. "Jill," he gasped, "I think you'd better—oh—ease back." As an answer her head gave a little shake and her two hands clutched on his buttocks, holding him firmly in place. Jill's hands were also pressed against the side of the shower, so there was no way Jeff could withdraw himself. The only solution would be to grab her head and force it away. But that simple action never entered his mind, as the inevitable pulsing began, and he knew he was going to pour into her mouth. Jill was prepared for what was coming. Water cascading off her face she peered up through streaming water, to make out Jeff's head going back, and she heard his desperate, "Oh, Jill, Jill." Then his fluid was cascading into the back of her throat, just where she wanted it, and she swallowed hungrily. After what they had been doing all evening, Jill was gratified at the flow that his lance produced. As she became aware of the shrinking of his penis, Jill let it slip away giving the tip a final lick to catch a late drop. The salty taste did not revolt her in any way. As they rubbed each other with towels, Jeff had to say, "That was so wonderful, Jill" "Just for you." He hesitated to ask the question, but it was there, they were cosy, so he asked it, "How many -how many—men—?" "Have I done it with?" So she told him. "— Only one where I swallowed." "One? You were so good-" "I'll tell you about it sometime. Was that a good way to close your wedding day?" "You are so full of desire. I do think I love you." "That's just as well." And that was the end of their first day as a married couple. The next day was almost as frantic. They ventured out to walk in the sunshine, hand in hand along the beach, and through the village, which was small and bright with all the houses pure white. But always they had to scamper back to sate their desire for each other. In the first four days of their honeymoon they gorged on that desire for each others bodies, on the bed (regularly), in the shower (twice), in the bath (twice), and out on the balcony, three times, twice on the double lounger. The other occasion, as Jill, wearing only a thin negligee, leaned against the balustrade, looking out over the azure sea, Jeff moved behind her, lifted her gown and his lance entered her moist lady from the rear. "What a lovely surprise," she sighed, and pushed herself back to match his lusty thrusts. From that position, Jeff was able to reach around and trickle his fingers onto her labia, which parted easily, to give him access to her clitoris. The little target was erect and ready for his contact. The combination of lance sliding up Jill's lady and those fingers on her clitoris brought her to a rapid and massive climax. Jeff fully aware of how close she was had himself poised, and as he heard those tell-tale squeaks escaping her lips, he gave too massive thrusts and her squeal of abandon on that final push had her head jutting out over the balustrade. Despite being all aglow in her ecstasy, Jill saw the couple on the balcony below look up curiously. "You all right, lady?" the man asked. Red-faced, and now close to giggling at the question, and still in the rapture of her orgasm, Jill was able to stammer, "Yes, this lady is fine. Just thought I saw somebody I knew." She was able to gesture vaguely down to the edge of the pool, before Jeff, who had heard the exchange, pulled her back and they collapsed, helpless with laughter, onto the lounger. On that fourth night, totally satiated after a rainy day had confined them to beautifully salacious activities, they lay, naked in each other's arms on the lounger out on the patio. The skies had cleared and they just lay looking up at the stars. "What are you thinking?" Jeff asked her. Her fingers drifted down his belly, "I was thinking we've broken your lance." Jeff laughed, "I'll have it repaired tomorrow." "No, I broke it, you should let me fix it." "Oh, all right," he agreed, squeezing one bare breast, adding, "but not before tomorrow. It's badly broken." "I have to admit my lady's a little frayed around the edges." They laughed together and Jill asked, "What were you thinking, anyway?" "About that little bay we walked to yesterday," Jeff told her. "So secluded. Sex in the open air has some appeal. But I've never tried it, have you?" "Nearly, "she said. "Nearly? What does that mean" "Back when I was just turned eighteen years old, and ready to get rid of my virginity, this guy, while we danced, was keen to press his erection against me. Feeling very keyed up, I allowed him to take me outside, at the back of a night club. I was all ready for it, as he lifted my skirt, and then—" Jill paused, and gave Jeff a little grin as she built up the tension, "-he shot his stuff all over my thighs and dress. A not-to-be repeated experience and certainly no first time." Honeymoon Excess "Our casual flings, we've never talked about them." Jeff remarked. "And that one couldn't be called a fling. I've always thought that a fling would involve actual sex. I've had a few, but most of them slip from the memory like smoke in a breeze. One or two have been different enough to remember." Before their wedding they had talked about the two main affairs they'd had in their lives. Jill's longest was eighteen months, and for Jeff it was just short of two years. Now Jill said, "I know what you mean. I don't remember that much. Maybe a couple I could recall. You?" "My first casual was also my first time." "Oh, do tell me," she urged, then struggled to sit up over him, "I'll tell you what. Let's see who's got the best casual humping tale. We'll do it in categories that we recall. What made us remember them." "You've got me intrigued. Should I start?" "Yes, casual and losing your virginity? Fascinating." "When I'd just started university I lived with my parents on the third floor of a block of flats. There was this woman, much older than me, in her early thirties maybe." Jill nudged him playfully," Hey, I'm in my early thirties, just. That's not old." "It was to me then," Jeff said, kissing her quickly. "Anyway, my mother knew her quite well, and had told me that her husband worked on the oil rigs and was often away. Her name was Natalie and every time I saw her I thought, in my adolescent way, how sexy she looked." "More sexy than me" "Who could be? I was home for the Easter break, and had been out for my evening jog, and came back in vest and shorts, all sweated up. Natalie was standing at the lift door holding some shopping bags.. The lift was broken, and I couldn't keep my eyes off the bulge of her breasts again her cardigan." "Because the lift was broken?" Jeff shook her by the shoulders, "Are you going to let me finish?" "Get to the sexy bit." "I carried her bags up to her flat for her, and followed her inside. I'll rush this, just for you. Remarking on my sweaty state, she asked if I'd like to take a shower before I had a refreshing drink." Jeff paused teasingly, watching Jill's wide eyed interest. "Jill, I was in the shower for one minute when the door opened and Natalie, completely naked, stepped in beside me. My first totally naked woman. Those breasts were as mighty as they had looked under her cardigan, and my penis, practiced being a lance and poked against her." "I'll bet that gave her a shock," Jill observed. "Not at all, she was ready for it, gripped it, and while we were still in the shower she took me in her mouth. Can you imagine how all this felt to an inexperienced klutz, like me? Anyway, we came out of the shower with me having revelled in the touch of her. For the next three hours she schooled me in the things I should know to make a woman happy. Erogenous zones, oral, the lot." "She did a good job. Did she know you were a virgin?" "It didn't take her long to guess that." "Did you see her again?" "No, I went back to university and when I came home in the summer they had moved away, because of her husband's job. Not an occasion I'd forget." Jill leaned over him, kissed his chest, his neck and finally his mouth. It was a gentle, loving kiss, and when they broke, she said, "Well, as you know, my first time doesn't qualify since I lost it in my long term affair with—" "Wots'isname?" Jeff broke in. Laughing, Jill said, "Quite. So we need another category. What about unusual or unlikely places to have a casual?" "Yes, I think could do that. You've got one?" "On a plane to Singapore," Jill said, with just a trace of pride. "Mile high, eh? Do tell." Jill snuggled closer to him, her breast pushing into his side, "It was while I was still modelling, and I had to be in Singapore for a photo shoot. How old would I be? Twenty four, I think. I'd lived a bit, and knew what I liked. The flight was delayed, and it was a night flight. This handsome business man, started making conversation, and somewhere during that I must have said something about being nervous about flying, and how I didn't expect to sleep easy. He flung in a couple of compliments linked to my modelling aspirations. He had an open honest face." "Ah, you like an open honest face, don't you? That's why I always wear mine." She chuckled before giving him a withering look, "Business class had those enclosed cubicles with tilt back seats, and blankets were available. Oh, hell, let me cut through this. The lights were dimmed to encourage sleep, and suddenly he was beside me, asking if I had been able to settle. I found myself being relieved that he was there. A tentative touch, a kiss to relax me, a shuffle, his hand on my breast, so comforting, and I placed my hand on his thigh. When his comforting hand moved down, I knew exactly where it was heading, and I wanted it. As I parted my thighs, I felt him loosening my skirt buttons, and his fingers recognised my moistness. That movement alone took my breath away, and my own hand moved over his solid penis encased in his pants. Excited by what his fingers were doing I tore at his zip. Within seconds, he was on top of me, and his hard penis was deep inside my lady" Jill's raised her head to look at Jeff's reaction, "That was it. Rather uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. We thanked each other, and amazingly, I slept." Jeff was initially uncertain about how he'd like to hear of Jill's sexual experiences, but as her story progressed he found himself feeling gratified that this lusty woman was all his forever, and everything that had happened to her had been preparing her for him. "Now," she challenged, "beat that. Location?" Jeff knew exactly which incident fit the bill, and he had reviewed it in his mind to see how much he could recall. "A museum." he said. She sat up over him again, "You didn't do it in a museum?" Jeff nodded, "Last few weeks of my university course. A small group of students were given a guided tour followed by some free time. I'd gone into this darkened room. There was a display outside with a heading of 'Polynesian Culture ' The only light was from the screen, on which bare breasted ladies were dancing provocatively. Good choice, I thought, as a commentary was telling of the customs and cult of these particular people. Men in skimpy loincloths appeared to dance alongside the young women. I had assumed I was alone until a voice close behind me said, 'Sexy isn't it?' In the dim light I recognised the female student, b ut I also saw that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone. I wondered why, until she said that it being the last week of university we should be sharing a goodbye kiss. Always willing to oblige in that department, and sensing this could be a 'never look a gift horse 'moment, I bent to kiss her. Within seconds her tongue was halfway down my throat. In spite of the surprise of that my left hand was inside her blouse on a bare breast, while my right hand rubbed into her skirt at the junction of her thighs. Her hand with equal rapidity began searching for my pants zip. Gasping, she wondered if we should dare do it there, even as her hand closed around my erection. I didn't even answer the question. Raising her skirt, I guided her back to a table I'd noticed as I came in, leaned her back, drew her panties out of the way and was up inside her as she lounged on the table, moaning her delight. When we were finished, she said that it had been 'terrific', her actual word." Jill snorted, "So that's where you got your big headed, great lover attitude." "No, I didn't get that until I had you." She nuzzled into Jeff's neck, "In a museum though." She sat up over him once again, "Which category now?" Jeff thought for a moment and suggested, " Any casual oral sex memories?" For just a moment, Jeff thought Jill's face looked dubious, . But then she asked , "Getting it or doing it to someone? May I suggest getting it?"" "Good question. Yes, if that's what you want." "No, wait—"Jill questioned, "-wasn't your session with the shower lady-?" "No, she did mouth it-but didn't complete. Let's add the ruling that it had to end in orgasm. Although I'm struggling here" "That's easy for a man. A blowjob is the end product. But for a woman if she is sucked and licked down there, she might get close, but usually they guy will want to penetrate." "So you don't recall one?" "Oh, yes, there was one that stands out. A number of years back, it was quite clear it was going to be a one-nighter. He was only in town until the next day. We'd met in a bar, and had hit it off. Up in his hotel room, we quickly stripped off, to slowly admire each other's bodies. The usual stuff, you know? He had a slight pot but otherwise was a bit of a charmer. And he had clearly been around the block a few times. Knew his way around a woman's body. Good with his hands, had plenty of expertise, but a smallish penis. He had teased me with his fingers tickling between my legs, while he licked my nipples. But then his lips and tongue moved down over my belly, into my pubic area. I was already well moistened by his fingers, but when his tongue ran slowly along the outer edge of my labia, I knew I was in for something special. There was no early attempt to do what his fingers had done. It was all a sort of teasing stimulation with him. So much so that, by the time his fingers parted my labia, I was ready to scream at him to get on with it. But this was all part of his method. His tongue immediately plunged onto my clitoris, then he gave it a very gentle suck, and I was almost gone at that point. His licking became front to back, his tongue ploughing like some wide soft brush, back and forward. And there was the real slurping noise he made, as though he was sucking at some soft juicy fruit. Finally, as his tongue returned to my clitoris, he inserted one finger into my anus and the other wriggled into my lady, just like you did this afternoon. I was gone, floating-" "Like you were this afternoon," Jeff butted in. "Yes, you've learned what I like. Anyway, I was away and gone before his penis slid up into my lady. And that was it." "You know," Jeff had to admit, "hearing what you've told me so far, I was almost jealous on that one." Jill deliberately rubbed her pubes along his upper thigh saying, "None of what I've said so far bettered what I've found with you" She kissed him, "Now, what about you?" "No clear memory I'm afraid. There was one time I was about twenty two and took this temp in our office to the cinema. Must have been holiday time because, I do remember now, we went in the afternoon. Cinema was almost empty, we had the back row to ourselves. She had bright but probing eyes, and a wide sensuous mouth." "See, I'm jealous already," Jill said, biting my shoulder. "Read on," I laughed, ruffling her hair. "It's coming back to me. She wanted to kiss me as soon as the lights went down. Yes, I remember being surprised and not a little delighted at her avidity. I'd put my arm around her, and she wriggled so my hand went under her arm and onto her right breast. The main feature had barely started when she took my other hand and placed it on her upper thigh, and immediately her hands were working over my rising bulge. Now I remember thinking that we should have been in a bed. I could have suggested my flat in the first place, but I feared she'd be too innocent. Innocent? Hell, before I could slide my fingers between her thighs she had, expertly freed my erection, and there I was having it waved about in her hand. In a cinema, would you believe? She leaned her mouth close to my ear and whispered something about wanting to show her gratitude for all I'd done for her in her time in the office. The next minute her head had dropped into my lap, and her mouth and tongue were working all around my erection. I had a quick look around to ensure nobody was near enough to be aware of what was going on. My fingers rubbed against where I felt her labia would be under her skirt. She paused a moment to wriggle and pull her skirt up to give my fingers access, which they took eagerly as my excitement mounted. Her lips had now completely enveloped my hardness, and her tongue was licking frantically at the tip. With one dip of her head she had me at the back of her throat, and her head began bobbing up and down as she really worked on me. At the same time she was applying a sucking technique that only you have bettered, Jill. Her hand was working around my scrotum and I knew I was damned close. So close, that my fingers had stopped working on her, and were preparing to pull her back if I shot my load. She twisted her head so that my penis head ran along the inside of her cheeks, and I'm sure she gave a little moan of pleasure. She couldn't have been any older than twenty two, and I had to wonder where she had acquired the expertise to give head like this. Her fingers gave my scrotum a gentle tug, and then a squeeze, and that was enough to set me going. I warned her, but her reaction was to drive her head down harder so that her mouth buried in my pubes, and my erection felt as though it was way down her throat. There is little movement you can make from a cinema seat, I could only give my hips a little twitch, as, apologetically, yet joyfully, I pulsed and pulsed over and over sending my fluid flowing down her throat. There was a glugging sound as she swallowed it all. Drained, I lay back in my seat, and looking down I watched as she released my fading penis, and licked at the remaining drops on the tip. Then she touched my hand, and urged me to finish her off. Within seconds I had found, and pampered her clitoris until she heaved up straight, trembling and giving little whining noises, that I was sure would attract attention. To prevent that I pushed my mouth against hers, and her salt tasting tongue lashed against mine. And that was it." "No follow up?" Jill asked, her eyes wide. Jeff shook his head, "Her contract was up the next day and she had found a job in another town. I always wished I had found out how she had acquired such technique." Jill gave him a scolding look, "Considering you weren't sure you'd remember enough, you did pretty well." Jeff admitted that he was surprised himself, "Funny how just talking about it triggers more memory. I had forgotten that I'd groped her." They lay in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars, comfortable in each others arms. "Naked together under the stars," Jill murmured. "Doesn't this count as doing it in the open air?" "It might be the best we get, but I tend to think of it being away from all accommodation. In a wood, say, or on a beach." "Maybe we'll think about that. For now, any others?" "Nothing that comes to mind," Jeff mused, enjoying her enthusiasm for these, what would you call them-confessions?—revelations? Then he asked her, "You said you had given three blowjobs, and only swallowed once. Anything to tell on that one." For the second time Jill's face clouded, "Well, that was a strange one. It went from being most pleasant to being rather frightening." "Wow, you must tell me now." Jill gave him a little kiss and mentioned how dreadful the first two occasions were. "Anyway, we met at this party, and the occasion looked set fair. I only ever considered good looking guys-" She chuckled, "-You are the exception." Jeff gave her a mock punch to the jaw, "Cheeky. If I had the strength I'd deal with you right now, Madam. On with your story." "He was handsome, was something big in the finance world, and dripped that sense of wealth. His name was Alec, and we talked, danced, and he asked me back to his apartment for the ubiquitous 'night-cap'. I had no doubts about what the outcome would be, and I'd had enough champagne to rather look forward to it. He drove a Merc, and the apartment enhanced the suggestion of wealth. Lavish furnishings, two bedrooms, sumptuous kitchen. From the first he was gentle and respectful with me, from his first kiss to his removal of my last item of clothing. His hands caressed my body with such loving intent, that I was almost stupefied with desire for his entry into my lady. His mouth and tongue kept my skin in a continuous tingling state. His erection was quite impressive, and when it finally entered my lady it was again, with respect, and caring. With the drink and his caressing, I was quickly near to climax, and, so subtle was he, that he knew it. His harder thrusts drove right up inside me, and I was aware of every pulse of him. My orgasm was strong, and it was enhanced by experiencing his own emphatic ejaculation. . We lay recovering and his hand stroked my hair before he sat up and requested what I'd only had men just go for." "That sounds interesting," Jeff came in. "What was it?" Jill smacked her lips together, "Interruptions. Interruptions. If you must know he asked if I would do him a big favour. When I agreed, he asked that, if he went for a shower, would I take him in my mouth and swallow. I had to tell him of my only two experiences before, and he was so sweet about it. Told me that he didn't want me to do anything that I was uncomfortable with. But honest, Jeff, he had been so good with me, and I was just a little curious about how different it might be to swallow. When he came back from having his shower he was completely naked, a muscled Adonis, I was thinking. He was kind enough to ask again, if I was sure I wanted it. We lay on the bed, and he fondled my breasts, until his penis was up to semi hardness. I took it, and practiced all the procedures that I have delivered to you, Jeff. It wasn't long before I heard him groan, and I was immediately aware of his fluid flowing down my throat. It went on far longer than I expected, as his hips flexed against my face. He gave a fluttering sigh as it finished. Much better for me than those other times." Jeff could not resist breaking in, "So that was the one time you told me about, and I have been the beneficiary of that." Jill looked down at him, her eyes looked slightly sad, "I didn't do it again until with you on our first night. But there was a nasty little finale. We sat, naked, on the side of the bed, and he was rambling on about how good it had been, when the bedroom door swung open, and a big guy, naked, except for a towel around his waist stepped into the room. He was hairy all over his body but what shook me was his erect penis that stuck through the towel. Honest, Jeff, I've seen some, but this was the longest I've ever seen. He started accusing his room-mate of being sly, and demanded a share of the goods. From what he said, I could tell he had been watching, certainly the last part. His language was gauche as he talked about 'great tits', and about giving me 'one good fuck'. All this directed to Alec, as though I was some kind of whore. Alec got off the bed, demanding that his friend get out. I was up and collecting my clothes. They were cursing and swearing at each other as I darted out. I'm sure I heard sounds of blows being struck, but, still naked, I was out on the corridor, which was thankfully quiet. Hastily I pulled on my dress, pushed my panties into my handbag and got out of there. I've never gone back to anyone's place since then." "Yes, you have," Jeff told her, at the same time putting a comforting arm around her. "Mine." "Oh, you were different," she whispered. "And will be forever more. But I had bad dreams for a while after that. I couldn't stop torturing myself with thoughts of how it might have turned out." Jeff nodded, "Well, as long as you learned from it. Come on, I'll give you a cuddle." They had one final, long warm kiss and then stumbled inside to bed. Within seconds Jeff heard Jill's deep breathing as she slept, and he knew he wasn't going to be far behind. Honeymoon Excess By the end of their first week on the island their lovemaking had become less frenetic, and was down to twice per day, without losing any of the wild passion when it did take place. They did more walking, more holding each other close. But, as promised, Jill did repair Jeff's lance, and he attempted to soothe her frayed lady with his tongue, and, for her, that made the repair of his lance more of a priority. One day during the second week, armed with towels they walked to the tiny secluded bay they had found earlier. Their main intention was to bathe and rest, and happily the bay was just as free of people as it had been. The sun was high and it was very hot, but at the top of the beach they found a neat little hollow between bright bougainvillea. A tall palm tree sheltered the area from the sun. After spreading their towels, Jill removed her thin blouse and skirt, to reveal a very skimpy bikini. She adopted a provocative pose and asked, "What about this body?" Jeff was wearing shorts that doubled for bathing, and as he looked her over he said, "Probably better without those two bits of decoration. Or maybe, when wet." He ran towards the sea, "Last one in has to pay a forfeit." "You cheat," she yelled, as she started after him. As he plunged into the water, Jeff realised that he hadn't fastened the ties on the shorts, and the elastic waist was less than reliable. He just managed to grab them to keep them up. He rose to the surface, to see Jill plunge in. She rose just a few feet from him, her lovely blonde hair streaming down to her shoulders. "Forfeit!" he demanded, "Big cheat." she said, brushing hair from her face. "Forfeit!" Jeff called again, grinning broadly. "What is it?" "Simple. A warm, friendly kiss." "Gladly," she said, coming in close to him, and their lips came together. As they kissed in the bath-warm water, she rolled her body against his. Both relished the skin on skin sensation. For the next ten minutes they splashed each other, wrestled, raced, and were like two kids at play. Then Jill dived under the water, and he could see her in the clear blue water, spearing towards him like some exquisite mermaid. Jeff saw her legs kick, and her arms stretched out ahead of her. He failed to detect any threat in those extended arms, until just as they reached him, they spread, grabbed either side of his shorts, and pulled. Immediately and too easily, his shorts dropped to his knees, and he saw, and indeed, felt , Jill's face nuzzle into his semi-erect penis. Jeff was still yelling, "Shark!" when Jill, still clutching his shorts backed quickly away, tugging as hard as she could. Being almost below his knees, the shorts being pulled, took his legs from under him, and he tumbled backwards under the water. By the time he rose to the surface, Jill was wading as fast as she could through the waist high water, triumphantly waving his shorts in the air, and yelling, "Can't catch me." Then she screamed as she saw Jeff wading strongly after her. A quick glance either way had told Jeff that they still had the beach to themselves, and determinedly, he pushed through the water to catch Jill, retribution on his mind. He was getting pretty close as she reached shallow water, which would enable her to make more speed. Jeff made a diving lunge for her, and his fingers trailed from her shoulder, down her back and clutched the thin strap of her bikini top.. That flimsy garment came away in his hands, and ignoring the loss, Jill ran on up the beach, stopping once to turn and waggle her bare breasts at him. His half erect penis bounced wildly as he ran after her. By the time he reached their towels, Jill was leaning back on her elbows, a look of mock terror on her face, as she pointed, "Please, God, keep that sea monster from me." Naked, his penis still at half mast, Jeff held up the bikini top. "Lose something?" he asked cheerfully. "Not really bothered," Jill replied, with a shrug. Then, coming to a kneeling position, she pushed her brief bikini bottoms to her knees, rolled back, with her legs in the air and snatched them away. "Do you collect them?" she asked cheekily, throwing them towards him, before coming back to kneeling position. Jeff, watching her erotic contortions, saw the appearance of that beloved corn triangle when the bikini was lowered. Then, as her raised legs parted to discard the bikini, the pink rose petals at the junction of her thighs were revealed, and, as he caught the bottoms, he sensed his penis rising to proper lance proportions. Now, back on her knees, Jill too noticed the rise, reached for it, and wrapped her lips around it. That action drew a shuddering breath from Jeff. He could have happily let her continue, but he had other intentions. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he gently eased her back. As his penis left her mouth, Jill looked up at him, wide eyed, "No?" she asked with a surprised tone. "Your lance tasted of the sea." Jeff found it even more erotic that they were indeed still wet from their bathing. He shook his head, and held up the bikini bottoms, "I want my lance to be where these have just been. " He paused to give her a grin, "But seven inches deeper." Jill laughed, "I can settle for that," she said, beginning to lie back. As she reclined, she parted her thighs, and raised her knees slightly, and there it was, all laid out for him. "My lady awaits," she said coyly. "But only seven inches? I do hope she's not going to be disappointed." Kneeling down beside her, Jeff said, "I doubt that." He trailed a hand up along her inner thigh, to flex at her labia, sea-wet on the outside, but juicy wet as his fingers moved briefly inside, and he heard her little croak. But that moistness was all he needed to know, and he moved up over her. The sensations were tremendous, as he kissed the salted skin of her breasts, and their two wet bellies skidded together. He moved his mouth up towards hers. Inwardly delighted that Jeff had chosen to enter her lady, Jill rejoiced in his subtle touches as he moved up her body. The brief visit of his fingers into her inner moistness had her gasping. Her lady throbbed with the anticipation of the lance's entry. How clever of her to give it that name. Their time in the sea had been such fun, and the sensations of their wet skin rubbing together were intoxicating, and now she was totally relaxed for what was to come next. Jeff's wonderful face loomed over hers, he smiled, and said, "I think this might take some time," before lowering his lips onto hers. Jeff had it all worked out. As their lips came together in a gentle, almost chaste kiss, he held his solid penis, his lance (he would get used to giving it that name in time) in his hand, and carefully moved the tip onto her labia, waggled it to part those lips, and slid it over her clitoris, heading towards her waiting lady. It was lovely to feel her body tremble, feel her mouth part to seek his tongue, and to succumb to that, as his lance reached the opening it was hungry for. Jill had delighted in the tenderness of the kiss, but as she sensed what Jeff intended she knew she would be unable to sustain such gentleness. Sure enough, the moment his lance's head moved into her labia and over her clitoris, her whole body tensed, relaxed, tensed again, and her tongue searched greedily for his. In one sense she might have felt a little guilty at Jeff taking all the responsibility, but as his lance moved delicately into her lady, she could only think, 'Do it. Do it.' and she wrapped her arms around him, welding their wet skins together. Slowly Jeff slid his lance into the glorious heated moistness of her divine passage. One long slow push until the head struck against her interior, and he withdrew his lance, only a little and gently thrust again. Jill had to pull her mouth from his to whisper in breathless bursts. "Nobody, just nobody. Not at any time, has filled me, so massively as you, Jeff." Jeff delighted in her words said, "Filling you massively is the goal for the rest of my life." Then their lips and tongues tangled once more, and Jeff was thrilled to feel the rise of Jill's hips along with the flexing of her lady's eager muscles, matching every upward push he made. There was no urgency, no desperate agitation in their movements. Maybe that would come, but for the present , they were in perfect rhythm together. How many minutes were they like that? Jeff wasn't timing it, but the bodily sensations, the natural rhythm they had together, just told him that it had to be extended for as long as possible. He was sure already that he had never been inside any woman, in such total rapture, as long as this was enduring. Jill was certain of similar conclusions. So many men spurted as soon as they were inside. One or two had a little more staying power, but already she had become aware, on this honeymoon, that Jeff was special in that department. But what they were experiencing here far outlasted anything they had achieved so far, and it was so exquisite. His lance giving her lady wall to wall excitement, as they moved in wonderful unison. Reluctantly, Jeff knew that it had to come to climax at some stage. What he longed for now was that they should hit that climax at the same moment. There was a trembling in his scrotum, as he listened for signs in Jill's breathing that would tell him she was coming close. On impulse he broke their kiss, and moved his mouth to savour the roundness of her breasts. His movement gave Jill the opportunity to gasp, "Oh, Jeff, this is so special." His mouth on her breasts had moved her desire up an extra notch. That mouth was so perfect in everything it had done to her. Somewhere deep inside little flares were going off. "I want us to go together," Jeff told her, noticing his own stumbling with words. "Are you close?" "Suck, Jeff. Lick them, like you're doing." As he did what she asked, electric signals seemed to shoot down her body. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider, knowing that this could, in no way, influence the depths Jeff's lance was hitting. Jeff knew from Jill's actions that she was nearing something. Accordingly he increased his pace, well aware now that the pressure in his scrotum was building. It was marvellous, as his thrusts increased, so Jill's hip pulsing matched him. And now, her breathing was indeed deeper, harsher, faster, with just a touch of desperation. She was so close, and so was he. That increase in their mutual thrusting had really got to Jill, something was building inside her, a dam was set to burst, and she longed for Jeff to ride with her on whatever wave was coming their way. Jeff moved to bring his lips close to hers. But, her head was beginning to toss from side to side, and she was panting for breath. "You going, Jill?" "Yes, oh, God, yes, Jeff. Fill me more." Jill could no longer think coherently, this wild craving was upon her. Jeff knew just where he was and with two more mighty thrusts, he began pumping it all into Jill. The head of his lance reached out for her womb. At that exact moment, Jill succumbed to the collapsing dam inside her. She flowed, she floated, she gushed, and still was able to sense the pouring of Jeff's hot fluid inside her. Every fibre of her body was aflame. Their joint vocalisations, Joy's shrill squeal, Jeff's growling groans, rose up among the trees, and maybe scared the birds. But they had made it, and had hit the heights together. When he was able to collect his thoughts, that fact, delighted Jeff. If the whole act had taken some time, the calming down was fairly time consuming too. At last, Jill, nestled against Jeff's chest, sighed, "Love in the open air. Could it be so special?" "We'll keep trying. Maybe we'll get it right sometime." They both snorted with laughter. They were silent for a long while, just savouring the after effects of their passion. Before the end of their time on the island, they returned once more to the small bay. Even though they didn't hit the heights of their previous visit it was still a physical delight for both of them. "It would be greedy to expect more, "Jill commented. On their very last night, they shared a sumptuous meal at the hotel, took a moonlight stroll along the beach, hand in hand, occasionally stopping to gently kiss. Then they retired to their apartment, and made love, gently at the beginning, then wildly demanding at the climax. Afterwards they lay naked in each other's arms on the balcony, saw a shooting star, and made a wish. "What did you wish for?" Jeff asked. "I can't tell you that, it mightn't come true." Jack shrugged, "I wished that our shared laughter and loving would last for the rest of our lives." "Hey, that was my wish. You can't have that." "What are you going to do about it?" Jill snuggled her breasts against him and said, "Make sure it comes true." After a moment's pause she asked, "What would you say was the high point of our honeymoon?" "Oh, without a doubt," Jeff said, beginning to hold up protective hands, " that curry we had on the second night." In spite of his raised hands, she pummelled him two fisted on the chest, "You know what it was." He kissed her, "It was everything, every revelation, every touch, every smile, every orgasm. And you know what?" "What?" "I'll make plans for us to come back here for our silver, and then our golden wedding." "Fifty years?" Jill queried, "Will we be able to do the things we've done this time?" "I'll bet we have a damned good try," Jeff told her, and they shared one long good night kiss.