Remington
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: What happens on the honeymoon may have lasting consequences. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction .
Josh and Jenny spent their honeymoon in a rural part of the state in a little cabin owned by Josh’s uncle. Most of the time they were in the cabin making love, but sometimes they went for walks in the woods or paddled the little rowboat onto the small lake. On the second to the last evening of their honeymoon, they were out on the lake. It was completely quiet, utterly still. Josh rowed them to a secluded spot, the cove, he called it, and between many kisses and caresses, they carefully undressed each other and carefully made love in the bottom of the boat. With a week of nearly non-stop sex under his belt, Josh had come so many times he could last forever, but Jenny couldn’t come at first. She was a little worried about tipping over. She was a little worried about someone discovering them. Josh assured her that there wasn’t anyone but birds and bunnies for miles in any direction. Eventually Jenny relaxed. The sky was dark and the stars were bright. The sounds of the boat rocking rhythmically in the water soothed her. The sounds and feel of Josh gliding in and out of her excited her a little, but a sleepy sort of excitement. She thought she was a long way off. When her orgasm came, it came out of nowhere, sudden and sharp and overwhelming. She gasped, choking with pleasure, with more than pleasure, and her body went rigid. “Oh God,” she said, some minutes later, finally able to catch her breath, Josh still inside her. “I think you swamped me. I think I drowned. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Josh said. When he said those words, she could feel his cock expand inside her, so she knew the words were true. Her cunt couldn’t help but answer with its own truth, an involuntary series of contractions while the rest of her went rigid again. He made a little sound, almost a chuckle, and bridged above her to begin the serious strokes that Jen knew would lead to his climax. Looking up at the starry sky, she had a strange vision; it was as if she were up there looking down at the little boat, looking down at Josh pumping into her, his strong buttocks clenching to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. “Oh yes,” she said, meeting him. “Come in me. Come in me now, my darling.” Her words and the fresh contractions of her third orgasm took him over. He flooded her.
When they reached the shore near the cabin, Josh stepped into the lake and pulled the boat up onto the sand, Jen still in it, holding their clothing, and then he helped her out, and he tugged the boat up farther onto the sand and turned it over. Walking the few steps back to the cabin, she could feel him running out of her, the hot melt of his passion, and she had to stop to try to hold him in. “What’s wrong?” Josh asked, and she couldn’t answer except to kiss him, their clothing bundled between them.
Inside, it turned out he’d lost a sock, and he made a joke about it, one that now, a year later, she couldn’t remember. It was a funny joke, though, of that she was sure. A sexy joke, one that made them both sputter with mirth. Then, in the dark of the cabin, he began kissing her breasts, then moving her onto the couch, spreading her legs. “Now I have to taste your little boy in the boat,” he said, and he knelt before her and licked her there. She squealed and sighed and clasped his head, and when his tongue went in, she thrashed, but he held her firm and wouldn’t stop even when she tugged his hair and pushed his head and twisted until somehow they were reversed, on the floor, Josh on his back, she fucking his face, furiously.
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