Tropical Honeymoon by spiritseeker561

Literotic asexstories – Tropical Honeymoon by spiritseeker561

This story involves group sex, including same sex male and female. If these things are not your things, please find another story.

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Derrick and I were married just out of college and his parents surprised us with a two week honeymoon in Antigua. Being that we were just starting out, we could hardly have afforded it on our own. The place had a main hotel with a restaurant and some bungalows along their private beach. We were in one of the bungalows, and were a little surprised to find that they were all duplex style – a single building with two small apartments that shared a small veranda that overlooked the beach. The apartments were studios, with a small kitchenette with a microwave and a sink and a few dishes, a bathroom with a large walk-in shower, and a sitting area and bed in a “great” room. Hard to call it a great room, as it was fairly compact. There was no A/C, and the windows were louvered, frosted glass, which were opened to allow the gentle breeze to blow through. It did not make it exactly cool in the apartment, but it was not an oven, either.

Still, we had two weeks of hanging out at the beach. All of our meals were part of the package, including one drink each at each meal, and most recreational opportunities were also included – sailboats, stand-up paddle boards, and snorkeling equipment. Scuba and motorboat rentals were extra, but neither of use were certified in scuba, so that didn’t bother us.

Once we got checked in and oriented the first thing I wanted to do was rip off Derrick’s clothes and fuck his brains out. We had not “saved ourselves” for marriage, so this was not a case of nervous, blushing, or timid bride, but here we were on our honeymoon, so fucking was the first order of business!

The tropical weather had us both pretty sweaty even before we began. I’d always gotten excited by his musky aroma, so throwing that in on the excitement of the moment, and I was already wet between my legs by the time we were naked and rolling on the bed. I pinned Derrick on the bed and we were really making out, his hard cock pushed into my belly, and my boobs squashed against his chest.

“I want to fuck you silly!” I said to him, “I need to feel your big cock stretching my pussy open, and I need to cum while you drive yourself into me!”

“Damn, Jess,” he said, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but climb on, and I’ll give you what you want!”

I sat up over him and held his dick and the entrance to my womanhood, and let my weight sink down as he penetrated me. I sat slowly and enjoyed the sensation of being filled by him. He moaned, loudly, as I sat fully down on him and as I felt our bellies bump, he pushed his hips upward, our crotches meeting so that my clit could really feel the push.

We started a slow, purposeful rhythm of pushing and thrusting, but it gradually built up speed. Soon I was almost thrashing on top of him and he was pounding into me.

“Oh fuck me!” I almost shouted, “Fuck me! Derrick! Your gonna make me cum! I’m gonna cum all over your cock!”

I started to shake and he just kept thrusting into me. One thing that I love about fucking Derrick is that he almost always makes me cum first, and this was no exception. He was pushing into me and my orgasm hit like one of the waves on the beach, crashing over me and overwhelming me.

“Oh, God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck MEEEE!”

I collapsed on top of him, smothering him with kisses.

“Oh, shit!” I said to him, “Jeanine told me that once we were married our sex was going down hill, but I must disagree with her!”

I was kissing his neck, his cock still buried inside me.

“Glad to be of service, Mrs. Williams!” he said.

I wriggled my hips on him and kissed him.

“You didn’t cum, did you?” I asked, feeling that his dick was still as stiff as when I sat down on him. “I don’t feel full of your spunk, and you are still as hard as a rock!”

“No, I wanted the first to be you!” he said as he kissed me.

I pushed myself up and off of him, his wet shiny cock sliding out of my very wet lips. I moved down and took his slick pussy-juice covered cock in my mouth and licked him up and down.

“I know you, and I know what makes you cum every time!” I said, as I pushed myself up on my hands and knees and presented myself to him. If Derrick was Superman – and believe me, he was – doggy style was his kryptonite – that one position where I knew that he couldn’t hold on.

“Fuck me, Derrick! Fuck me and fill me up with your cum! Do not stop until we both cum!”

I didn’t need to ask twice. He got up behind me and slid his big cock into me, bumping his hips against my ass and started fucking me. Soon he was really fucking me and I was about to cum again.

“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming again! Fuck me! Cum with me, Derrick, cum in me!”

As I could feel my vaginal walls gripping his cock he thrust forward again and again and I could feel him explode inside me.

“Oh Jess, I’m cumming, too!” he said.

I fell forward on the bed, my ass still up in the air, his cock still buried in me. I’m sure that I could only stay on my knees because he was holding me up. He fell forward on top of me and kissed my shoulders and my back. We sank down slowly so I was lying on the bed and he was lying on top of me, his dick still inside me. As I felt his cock soften my pussy tried to squeeze him again, instead it just pushed him out.

“Oh! Sorry!” I said, and I could feel a large glob of cum ooze down and slide out.

“Ah! I’m leaking!” I said, and, as I guessed he would, Derrick quickly moved to roll me onto my back and push his face between my legs kiss me on my labia and lick up the mutual mess we’d made.

“Oh, D! I love it when you do that!” I said, feeling his tongue part my lips and hearing him slurping up the combined juices as they leaked from me. He flopped down on the bed and I pushed myself up, sitting on his face and letting everything drain from me. He’d kiss and lick and suck on my clit, threatening to push me to yet another orgasm, but I wasn’t really ready for that.

I pushed myself up from him and moved down and lay down on top of him and kissed him, tasting our tangy juices.

“God, I love you!” I said to him.

“And you know I love you, too! he said to me.

We lay together on the bed, reveling in our togetherness and the aftermath of our lovemaking. We both caught a little bit of a nap after our long flight, and the ride from the airport to the resort.

I awoke to sounds that I could not place at first. Grunts and moans. Was Derrick awake and watching porn? As I stirred, I realized that he was asleep and I tried to pay more attention.

“Oh yes!” came a female voice, “Fuck me like she just got fucked!”

The sound was coming in the window and was from the room next door!

“Yeah, baby,” now a male voice answered, “I love watching your tits jiggle while you are riding on me.”

“Fuck me, good, Randy!”

I nudged Derrick and whispered to him, “Wake up! You need to hear this!”

“Huh?” he said.

“Shh! Quiet, but listen,” I whispered again.

“Oh baby, that feels so good!” came the male voice again

“Oh fuck me Randy! Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Make me cum like she did! Oh cumming!”

“Me, too, baby! Oh fuck! Cumming now! Take it baby! Take my cum!”

They were both now loudly moaning. I realized that I could hear the pounding of their bodies together and the squeaking of the mattress, too. The pounding stopped, but the moans continued.

“Oh, Randy!” she said, “you haven’t fucked me like that for years!”

“Well, you haven’t asked for it like that for years! Hearing them turned you into a madwoman, and I liked it!”

I looked at Derrick, and he looked at me and I started to laugh. At first I tried to keep it quiet, by I could not help it, I started to laugh out loud. He started, too, and then, for reasons that I can’t quite explain, I started to clap.

“Well done, Randy!” I said kind of loud.

“Oh my God, they were listening to us!” I heard her say, but I also heard Randy start to laugh, too.

“Well, I guess that makes us all even!” he said.

“Should I be embarrassed?” I heard her ask – I still hadn’t heard her name.

“Should we?” I shouted back to her, “Though thinking about it, I think it’s a little late for that!”

There was a brief silence.

“I’m Jessie!” I said. “There’s really little need to feel embarrassed, it’s just us enjoying a good sex session, and it’s you doing the same thing!”

“I’m Sally,” I heard her reply, “and this is my husband, Randy!”

“Hi!” I heard him say.

“And I’m Derrick,” my new husband replied.

It grew silent for a few minutes, then Derrick spoke up.

“Hey, it’s nearly dinner time, how about we share a table and meet one another more properly?”

I shot him a look.

“That might be a bit awkward,” I shouted.

“Hey, not at all,” Sally replied, “after all, everybody fucks, and we already knew that. How about we’ll call and ask them to put us at the same table, and we’ll meet at 7:00?”

“Are you crazy?” I asked Derrick in a whisper, “How can you look at them after this? Or be seen by them?”

“I don’t know, it just kind of popped out – besides, you were both seeming so nonchalant about it.”

“Yeah, but I was thinking about not necessarily needing to see them face to face – like this it’s still kind of anonymous.”

“Well, it won’t be later this evening!”

So, that’s how we got a dinner “date” with Sally and Randy.

We all took a showers and got ourselves ready for dinner. One of the things about this resort was that breakfast and lunch were a bit casual, but dinner was expected to be slacks and ties for men, and dresses or nice slacks and blouse for women.

A few minutes before 7 I heard Sally call out, “Hey, shall we walk over together?”

“I’m not quite ready,” I answered, “do you want to go ahead and we’ll catch up?”

“Sounds fine!” I heard Randy say.

Once I had my finishing touches, we headed to the restaurant and gave our name to the host, he led us to a table where we more formally met Sally and Randy. They looked to be in their forties, Randy was tall, probably over six feet three inches, with a bit of grey in his dark hair, and looked to be in pretty good shape. Sally was shorter than me, blonde and curvy. Not fat, but definitely not skinny like me. She had at least DD boobs and I thought back to hearing Randy say how he liked watching them jiggle. I tried not to look at her boobs but look in her face as we all introduced one another.