Over The Honeymoon (Patreon)

Selina didn’t consider herself to be on her honeymoon until the moment she’d stripped out of her wedding dress and put on her lingerie. In the bathroom of the hotel, she changed into a very small set of panties, so narrow in the crotch that she’d had to shave her pubic thatch to avoid any unsightly hairs sticking out to the side of the gusset. Both she and Oswald despised that kind of untidiness. From behind, her panties could simply not be seen, the fabric disappearing into the crevice of her ass.

Her bra, though, was cut open at the tips to allow out her nipples, each of which was pierced, the metallic studs glinting like a pair of sheens on her palely perfect flesh. On top of her panties, she wore a garter belt to hold up her white mesh stockings. And, of course, at the very bottom of her long, long legs was a set of high heels. They were white, but open-toed, showing off the red lacquer she’d painted her pedicure with.

Selina delighted in those little snatches of color, like the sharp green eyes between her ivory face and jet black hair. Or the reddened cockhead that topped Oswald’s erection, so very earthy and visceral in contrast to the soft white pallor that otherwise covered Oswald’s hairless body.

It was too much for her to pass up. The moment Selina emerged from the bathroom to see Oswald lying naked on the first of their marriage beds, she knew she could not tease him any more excited than he already was. Just waiting for her had gotten him fully erect; now her mouth watered to have that throbbing endowment sliding wetly over her tongue and taking full advantage of her offered throat.

Without a word, Selina sashayed up to him. Her eyes were serious, but they would soon glaze over when they received the taste they longed for. She licked her lips, giving them some lubrication for how they’d have to stretch to intake Oswald’s monstrous prick.

As when she saw any shiny, pretty thing, Selina was determined to get what she wanted. Oswald offered no resistance—only contentedly pillowed his hands under his head while he waited for her to satisfy herself.

Then her open mouth was sliding over the satiny texture of Oswald’s helmet. She tasted the tiny drop of precum hanging in his glanshole, waiting for her. It was delectable and Selina knew she would now give herself over entirely to gorging herself on that delicious offering.

Bobbing her head up and down, Selina bashed her own tongue with Oswald’s cock, each time moaning at the strong taste making its assault on her senses. The feel of warm, succulent meat filled her mouth: it was all she could smell, all she could taste, all she could sense between her lips and her cheeks and on the roof of her mouth.

Each time her tongue rubbed against it and felt his member’s throbbing arousal, an equally urgent need within Selina answered it. She pulled her mouth from Oswald’s cock and begged him to fully skewer her throat, as she was trying to do to herself.

“Fuck my mouth, Ozzie. Let me know you’re using this wet hole as much as you can. Don’t just let me suck you—make me suck you. Make me swallow you. I’ve shown you this big cock is mine; now show me I’m yours…”

“What a waste that would be of your exquisite talent, dearest,” Oswald said, burying his fingers in Selina’s short, sweaty hair. “But if you insist, I’ll show you the full force of my enthusiasm. That mouth of yours could bring out the beast in any man!”

Oswald turned his hands in Selina’s hair, forming the dark tresses into a harness about her head. He pulled her mouth down until it was at his cock, then further down. Selina’s lips willingly parted to once more admit his throbbing manhood into her mouth. Her tongue eagerly bathed it. It was pulsing harder now. Oswald preferred fucking Selina to being sucked. Just like she did.

Oswald started to pump his body on the springy bed, working his hips up and down, driving his prick back and forth inside of Selina’s mouth. Selina felt him plunge through her mouth and into her throat; she gagged, sputtering, but accepted the force of his entrance into his gullet. She didn’t stop bobbing her head. In fact, she went faster, arousal building quickly between her legs.

The wetness from her crotch quickly soaked her panties. She wanted to pull them off and open her legs, letting Oswald into her pussy, but her need was too great to divert herself from the blowjob. Between her insatiable mouth and her needy pussy, she kept sucking Oswald’s member, delighting in his rhythmic throbbing against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. And, of course, countering the tasting licks of her tongue. She squeezed her thighs together, telling her cunt that it would soon be satisfied. She just had to get her fill of licking and sucking first.

Oswald moaned and his grip tightened, pulling the locks he held taut until Selina’s head had nowhere to go but into his lap. His bloated balls swung into Selina’s throat every time he pistoned her hips or she dropped her face down to his groin. She relaxed the muscles of her throat, arching her neck to help Oswald push his way into the tight, almost forbidden space at the back of her throat.

As though he were in the middle of coitus, Oswald whipped his hips faster, working his prick into Selina’s mouth again and again. He never stopped his drive until her nose was buried in his sweaty skin. His thick shaft stretched out the narrowness in her throat, allowing Selina only a little breath. She kept bobbing her head, meeting Oswald’s phallic thrusts. Her fingers fondled his balls, fluttered on his length when it emerged from her swollen lips. She got as much of a feel of Oswald’s prick as she could before it disappeared back into her waiting mouth.

Selina felt like she was coming to a boil, each gurgle she made around his plunging manhood adding more heat to her soaked panties and her electric slit. Selina reached between her thighs and stroked the glossy wet crotch of her panties. With every touch, she felt ready to explode.

“My dear, your record of bringing pleasure to the male sex remains impeccable!” Oswald rasped. “I see no chance of the streak ending. Keep going! Show that prick the worship that only a woman of your rapacious desires is capable of! Lick it like an ice cream cone! Ahh!”

Selina slid up onto the bed, kneeling on the southern end of it, her ass up in the air as her chest came back down to genuflect between Oswald’s splayed legs. Oswald’s full erection sprang upward, looming over Selina and her close-cropped hair like a tower approached by a supplicant.

Selina lifted Oswald’s bloated balls. She bathed them with her tongue, licking them until they were burnished with her saliva. Then she moved in with her teeth, nipping and gnawing on the softly wrinkled skin of Oswald’s scrotum, taking care to avoid causing enough pain to turn him off. She wanted all the cum she sensed roiling within his pleasured balls.

The tension built all through his groin—Selina felt it. She buried her face in his lap and rubbed herself against his cock with her cheeks, her nose, her lips. Purring as she felt his precum and her own saliva, warmed by his burning arousal, mark her face.

Selina thought she might suck Oswald’s prick forever, her mouth always stuffed with his wonderful length, but there were other temptations that had to be indulged in. Oswald let go of her hair and sat up until his fingers reached down to her jostling handfuls of breasts. His touch went deep into them, like he was kneading dough, pulling and compressing the pliant flesh with reckless desire.

Selina felt her breasts throb as they were abused. She moaned at how swollen they felt, responding to his savage caresses. Oswald held Selina’s nipples between his fingers, first twisting them, then pinching them. Giving her one type of sensation until another until she felt every nerve in her sensitive flesh electrified with passionate feeling, glowing around the white-hot heat of her piercings.

Selina’s breathing came in sharp pants as she kissed Oswald’s cock and nuzzled herself against his balls. Then one clawing hand left her breasts, going to her head, guiding it to its oral impalement on Oswald’s knob. Selina obediently accepted his cockhead into her mouth and let him plow like a piston in and out of her well-spread lips.

She’d never loved anyone like she did him. Oswald groaned loud, louder, and of all the lovers Selina had brought to orgasm, she’d never been as pleased to satisfy a man as she was now. Selina sucked and slid her lips over Oswald’s manhood, lavishing with as much pressure, as much of her touch as she could. She wanted him to remember this night for the rest of his life.

She felt his burning cockhead sear the back of her throat and helped Oswald push them together, shoving into his thrusting groin until he was in her to the hilt. His crotch slapped against her lips with one bestial pump after another.

Selina put a hand to her sex and stroked her cunt, the fabric covering them wetter and more slippery than ever. Her arousal flamed hot, roiling with the damp heat in her panties. Selina ran her tongue along the underside of Oswald’s member as it stormed into her mouth; as it came out, she sucked on his cockhead for the precum flowing from its tip.

His endowment throbbed and pulsed: a lesser woman might think it didn’t want to be contained in her throat, her mouth, but Selina knew such unfettered lust was a sign of approval. Oswald was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Selina wanted it to last and she wanted him to come, but most of all, she wanted him inside her. Fucking her. Really fucking her.

She couldn’t settle for him coming in her mouth, down her throat, on her face—much as it would satisfy her, it had to be in her cunt. It had to be sex, not just a blowjob. She needed to know how that felt, now that they were married. The oral love was only a preliminary.

Oswald’s hips ran his prick up into Selina’s throat with eager thrusts that demanded all of Selina’s skill to manage. She purred kittenishly as he drove into her throat, then sucked in air when he came out for another pump. His hands, now on the back of her head, kept her in place for the pistoning mouth-fuck, but also allowed her enough slack to keep breathing. She barely used it, though. She kept her gullet skewered on his cock like it gave her as much pleasure as it would inside her pussy.

Oswald kept rutting into Selina’s mouth, his passion growing with each second he spent in it, growing even more when he came out and experienced the delicious friction of going back in. His face was already red, his chest glistening with sweat as he moved in a delirium of savagery, forcing his prick as hard as he could into Selina’s willing throat.

She loved it. All she wanted was more. Each vicious drive he made into her gullet felt better to her. She welcomed it, pumping her mouth down on his welcome thrusting, so that even the hands he had on the back of her head to hold her in place were often left grasping air. She rammed herself down on his endowment harder and more ferociously than Oswald could bring himself to do.

Then desire burned so hotly inside Selina, made itself felt so fiercely between her legs that she couldn’t stop thinking about having the mammoth intrusion inside her throat forcing its way into her cunt instead. Quickly she took herself off Oswald’s lap, speaking breathlessly, without a pause to fill her lungs:

“Put it inside me, Oswald! Please! I need it so much!”

“If you want it, my dear, by all means… treat yourself.”