Chapter 2: Honeymoon, Part II

May 27, 1985, Niagara Falls, New York

Elizaveta got out of bed to get a drink of water, and I whistled at her cute butt, which I got a good look at, naked, for the first time. Elizaveta laughed and went into the bathroom. I heard her remove the plastic wrap from a cup, fill it with tap water, and a moment later, she came back out, and I whistled again.

"Are you going to do that every time?"

"Maybe," I chuckled. "I like looking at my gorgeous, naked wife!"

"At sixteen! What about at sixty?"

"You'll be as sexy and beautiful to me then as you are now!"

Elizaveta laughed, "You're a bad liar, husband!"

She climbed into bed and scooted close.

"I think it will be true," I said. "But we can worry about that in forty-four years!"

"What, uhm, happens when you, uhm ... I'm actually not sure what word to use."

"Cum is a good word to use in private. I'm sure they taught you the scientific term."

"Yes. So, when you, uhm, cum, what happens? How much comes out?"

"I'd guess less than a couple of teaspoons. It varies for guys and depends on a number of things. I've never checked."

"Do you know how long it is? I mean, when it gets hard?"

"About seven inches."

"Can I ask a dumb question?"

"There aren't any."

"If the girl sucks, why is it called a 'blow' job?"

I chuckled, "I actually have no idea! The technical term is 'fellatio'. That word has a Latin root which means 'to suck'. The word for what I did for you before is 'cunnilingus', which has Latin roots which mean 'vulva' and 'lick'."

"Are there other words for that? I never heard any of the girls say anything other than 'lick'."

"I'm not exactly up on the slang for that, but 'eating pussy' is pretty self-evident."

"And you really like doing that?"

"I do. Did you like me doing it?"

Elizaveta laughed softly, "You may do that any time you want! Do you really like the taste?"

"I do. And you?"

"I didn't even realize until after you started French kissing me. It wasn't gross, Mike. Nothing with you could ever be gross."

"You seem a lot less nervous today than you were last night," I observed.

"I think I was just overwhelmed with everything."

"Me, too. It might have made sense to wait until today."

Elizaveta shook her head, "No, it had to be last night, even if it wasn't what I thought it was going to be."

"What did you think it was going to be?"

"I actually don't know. I never believed the stories some of the girls told, and I wonder how much is true. But I intend to find out!"

"We can do anything you want, as often as you want."

"And anything you want, husband, as often as you want!"

"And what would you like to do now?" I asked.

"Uhm, is it possible to see you have an orgasm? Watch you, you know, cum?"

"Yes," I replied. "Just wait here, OK."

She nodded, and I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, unzipped my bathroom bag, took the tube of KY Jelly from the pocket, then went back to the bedroom and got in bed.

"If you squirt some of this on your palm, then you can do what you did last night with your hand."

She unscrewed the cap, then asked, "How much?"

"For this, you don't need a lot; just a little squirt will do."

She squirted some in her hand and showed me, and after I nodded, screwed the cap back on the tube and set it aside.

"Now what?"

"Just like last night — wrap your hand around me and stroke gently."

"And that will make it hard?"

"Very!"

"And then what?"

"You keep doing that until I cum. Once I'm hard, you can go faster and squeeze, but not too tightly."

"Is the whole thing sensitive?"

"Yes, but the glans, that's the top part, is the most sensitive."

I scooted up to the headboard and propped myself with pillows so I could watch. Elizaveta moved close, put her head on my shoulder, and grasped my flaccid dick. She stroked gently, spreading the lubricant along my rapidly hardening shaft.

"How long does it take?" she asked, continuing to stroke me.

"It really depends."

"Can you control it?"

"Sort of, sometimes, by breathing or relaxing in certain ways."

"What's normal?"

"For intercourse? Ten to fifteen minutes, I guess. I don't really time it. The most important thing is making sure you're satisfied."

Elizaveta laughed softly, "I'm guessing boys don't have that trouble?"

"Not that I'm aware of!"

"Am I doing this right?"

"Yes, though it's OK to squeeze a little more."

"Like this?" she asked, closing her hand more tightly around me.

"Uh, yeah," I groaned. "Perfect."

Elizaveta continued stroking me, her eyes fixed on my erection and her hand sliding up and down. I watched intently as well, enjoying both the sensation and the erotic act she was performing.

"What do I do when it happens?" she asked.

"Just keep stroking until it finishes."

She did, and she got me very close.

"Just a bit faster," I whispered urgently.

She stroked faster, and less than thirty seconds later, I groaned as a jet of cum flew out of my dick and landed on my chest. Elizaveta gasped but continued stroking me, creating several more energetic spurts before the last two, which landed on her hand. She continued stroking me for another minute and, realizing I was done, stopped and released me.

"Unreal," she breathed. "What does it feel like when that happens?"

"Intense pleasure," I replied, breathing hard.

"Someday, that stuff is going to make a baby," she said, her voice filled with awe.

"After you graduate from High School!" I replied.

"What does it taste like?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "I uhm ... hmm."

"Mike, I won't get upset if you tell me something you did with another girl. I realized today that as much as I object to what you did, if you didn't have experience, this might have turned into a complete disaster."

"I think couples have figured it out themselves over the years."

"I'm serious, Mike; you don't have to try to protect my feelings. What did you want to say?"

"That the only time I've come close to tasting it was when I kissed a girl after she performed oral sex on me."

Elizaveta giggled, "You mean sucked you? Or gave you a blowjob?"

"Yes, Miss Sassy!"

"MRS. Sassy!" she corrected.

"Sorry," I chuckled.

"I was going to ask you about that. I believe what one friend says about her and her boyfriend — that she didn't let him do it in her mouth except once, and it was gross, so she spit it out. She said he wouldn't kiss her afterwards because he thought it was disgusting."

"I don't think that's too uncommon," I replied. "But I'll kiss you afterwards. You sure didn't object when I kissed you!"

"And you want me to swallow?" she asked demurely.

"Yes," I replied. "But only if you want to."

She sat up and looked me in the eyes, "Husband, I want to do what you want, but you have to tell me! I'm not exactly an expert! Yet!"

I chuckled, "You will be; you will be!"

"Yoda? Seriously?"

"Hey, I thought it was funny!"

"It was," she allowed, with a soft giggle.

She surprised me by using her index finger to scoop some of my cum from my chest, then put her finger in her mouth. She sucked on it for a moment, then removed her finger.

"Different," she said. "It's not bad, just a bit salty and bitter."

She scooped a bit more onto her finger and held it up to my lips.

"You try," she smirked.

I realized I was in the process of creating a monster who would likely go far beyond even Tasha's wildest fantasies! I had NO objection to a horny, adventurous sixteen-year-old who was willing to do my bidding, but tasting my own cum, basically directly, was not something I would have considered doing in my worst nightmares. But there was no way on this or any other planet I was going to discourage my new wife from becoming a sex fiend!

I opened my mouth and let her put her finger in. I sucked and licked the sticky fluid from her finger, agreeing that it was a bit salty and bitter. After about a minute, I opened my mouth, and she removed her finger.

"Well?" she asked sassily.

"Do I look stupid?" I asked with a silly grin. "You offered to fulfill my every fantasy! There is no way I'm going to say one negative thing!"

She frowned, "Seriously, Mike. If it's not OK..."

"It's fine," I replied. "Everyone can use a bit of extra protein in their diet!"

Elizaveta laughed and scooped more cum, this time from my stomach, and put her finger in her mouth. I wasn't at all surprised when she offered me another cum-covered finger and continued alternating until she'd removed most of the cum from my chest and stomach. She shocked me again when without warning, she bent down and licked the cum from my glans, causing the blood which was flowing out to immediately reverse itself.

"Wow!" she giggled. "The tip of my tongue made you instantly hard!"

"I think I said that sometimes it didn't even require a kiss on the lips!"

"How about a kiss on your dick?" she asked sassily, then planted a very nice kiss on my glans.

"Very nice! May I have another?"

Elizaveta laughed, then kissed my glans again, this time parting her lips and taking the tip into her mouth.

"A kiss like that?" she smirked.

"YES!" I said firmly.

"So..."

"You like popsicles, right? And ice cream cones?"

"Yes, of course! Who doesn't?"

"Think about licking an ice cream cone and then about eating a popsicle."

"That's it?"

"That's it," I replied. "You can also use your hand to stroke me, and you can do this."

I took her hand and moved it to cup my sack.

"That feels really strange!" she gasped. "Like, uhm, nuts."

I laughed, "That is one way to refer to them! Just don't squeeze too hard."

Elizaveta smiled evilly and began squeezing but then stopped.

"Hmm," she smirked. "I suspect I could make you do anything I wanted!"

"And then some!" I agreed.

"What do you like?" she asked. "I mean, how should I do it?"

"If any guy complains about what a girl does when she has him in her mouth, he's an idiot! But just do it the way I said, and when I cum, just keep my glans in your mouth and run your tongue over me while stroking me with your hand."

"How will I know when it's going to happen?"

"Twitches and my breathing," I said. "But this time, I'll warn you."

"Are you going to watch?" she asked.

I nodded, and she shifted so that she was lying across my legs, which would give me a very clear view of my first blowjob from my wife. I watched with rapt attention as she took hold of me, opened her mouth, and began licking my glans as if it were a scoop of ice cream. Her tongue was nothing short of amazing, and the sensations took my breath away.

"Vanilla cone, I guess," she giggled. "Or is it one of those crème-filled popsicles?"

Her joking and teasing made it very clear she'd overcome her 'wedding-night jitters', a term I'd read in my introductory psychology text and a concept I'd basically ignored the previous night, to my own embarrassment. Fortunately, we were not only past that, but Elizaveta was enjoying the exploration at least as much as I was, and probably more. Something told me it was SHE who was going to take ME on a sexual odyssey, not the other way around.

When Elizaveta took my glans fully into her mouth for the first time and sucked softly, I sucked in my breath and groaned deeply at the exquisite pleasure generated by her soft tongue, and then groaned again when she released me, though the second was at the loss of the pleasure.

"I guess I did that right?" she smirked.

"Uh, yeah," I agreed, trying to catch my breath.

She winked, took me into her mouth again, and used her left hand to begin gently stroking my shaft. The sight of her full lips sliding down my shaft, combined with her tongue and hand, almost put me over the edge, but I didn't want this to end so quickly. I managed to prevent the inevitable for a moment and watched as my wife bobbed her head up and down, stroking me and sliding her tongue around me.

Learning as she went, she bobbed a bit too far, and the tip of my glans hit the soft palate at the back of her mouth. She gagged and coughed but didn't stop and was careful not to try to take me so deeply again. She continued, and I felt the pressure that signified I was close to the point of no return.

"Soon," I whispered.

Elizaveta didn't change her motions, and when my shaft twitched twice, she raised up so only my glans was in her mouth, stroked me, and swirled her tongue until I could no longer hold back. I tensed, held my breath, and then let it out explosively as the first jet of cum blasted into Elizaveta's mouth. She didn't let up, stroking, sucking, and licking as each successive jet deposited more cum into her warm mouth. I felt her swallow after the third jet, and she continued with the amazing blowjob until she was sure I was done.

She released me and sat up, and I saw a smug 'cat who just ate the canary' look on her face, showing she was clearly as satisfied with her own performance as I was with what she'd done for me. She licked her lips, and I gently pulled her up so we could exchange a deep French kiss, only to find that my very sassy wife had not swallowed the last spurts. There was nothing to do but continue to kiss her.

"Did I do a good job," she asked with a smirk when we finally broke the kiss.

"Mind-blowing," I grinned.

"Would you like me to do it again?"

"Absolutely!"

May 28, 1985, Niagara Falls, New York

We awoke at about 8:00am on Tuesday morning, showered together, got dressed, grabbed our passports in case we wanted to go to Canada and then walked a few blocks to a pancake house for breakfast. We sat down next to each other on the same side in a booth, and when the waitress walked over, accepted the offered coffee, and ordered our breakfasts right away.

"What are we doing today?" Elizaveta asked when the waitress walked away.

"I didn't run, so I figured we could take a walk down to the Falls and explore the town a bit. We need to give the motel time to clean the room and change the sheets on the bed."

"I've been running so I can run with you."

"I thought we'd just wait until we get back home to start," I said. "A few days off won't kill me. Besides, I think you want me to save my energy!"

She giggled, leaned close, and whispered, "My pussy feels fine!"

"I agree!" I declared.

"If there's no blood, then..." she asked breathlessly.

"Yes."

She squeezed my arm and snuggled closer, and I wondered if she was aware of the discomfort she'd caused. She clearly guessed because I felt her hand on my jeans, and she ran her fingers along my erect shaft, painfully constrained by my jeans.

"Did I do that?" she asked with feigned innocence.

"Yes!" I hissed.

She laughed and moved her hand away, which helped, but not much. I tried to relax and will my erection away, but it was stubborn, and it was several minutes before I was comfortable again.

"Just think," she said sassily, as my erection finally subsided, "of a nice warm place you can put that!"

"«Котик» (kotik)," I replied, "I won't be able to stand up without embarrassing myself if you don't stop!"

"'Kitty'? What happened to pussy cat?" she teased.

"You're impossible!" I groused good-naturedly.

"I'm horny!" she growled.

"Poor baby," I replied, my voice positively dripping with sarcasm.

"Michael Peter Loucks, if you don't make love to me soon, you're going to be in BIG trouble!"

I chuckled, "This is me shaking in my shoes."

"Hmph!" she replied, crossing her arms and giving me 'that' look.

I let her stew for a minute, then put my lips close to her ear.

"After our walk," I whispered, "I'll make love to you, and then, young lady, I'm going to fuck you senseless!"

"Oh!" she gasped, her hand going to her mouth and her face turning crimson.

I chuckled and leaned back against the bench cushion. Before Elizaveta could respond, the waitress brought our breakfasts, and I prayed.

"That word!" she whispered as I munched on a crisp slice of bacon.

I chuckled, "Not only is that what I'm going to do, but YOU are also going to beg me to do it with that word!"

She giggled nervously, "We'll see."

That nervous giggle was exactly what I would expect, and had she been nervously anticipating our first coupling when I got into bed on our wedding night rather than frightened by the prospect, Sunday night would have been quite different. But as I thought about it, what we'd done on Monday was exactly right, and it actually might have been better had we just gone to sleep on Sunday night and started with what we'd done on Monday. After arriving and checking into the motel, we'd spent the rest of the afternoon alternating pleasuring each other orally, then ate dinner, and after dinner, had continued our oral pleasure until I couldn't get hard again, finally falling asleep just after midnight.

We finished our breakfast and left the restaurant, then headed towards Niagara Falls State Park hand-in-hand. When we got to the park, we found the visitors' center and checked the map.

"The falls we see on TV are on the Canadian side!" Elizaveta exclaimed.