“You like that,” I said with satisfaction.
“It felt different but so good.”
I smiled, knowing I found something useful. Something I could explore in the future.
He turned to face me, his full erection visibly throbbing, and pulled me in close. Our bodies met as water cascaded over us. His cock pushed against the protruding mound of my labia. I could feel his penis rubbing my clit.
He brought his mouth to my breasts and, with his tongue, was able to get my inverted nipples out of their tucked-in pocket. Sucking on the tender pink tips, he sent an electric feeling through my body. Suddenly, I felt his fingers entering me. One, then two, then three. It had been two months since he explored me, but he knew where to go. I felt two fingers curl under my pubic bone, and my legs weakened. He had found the spot again.
I had wanted the two of us to finish on the bed, but I was going to finish now. I put my hand on his right butt cheek as he began to pump his hand, causing my wet pussy to make a loud slurping sound. I was cumming and could not stop it, but I found enough concentration to maneuver my finger back to his behind and onto his sphincter. With a gentle push, I poked it inside him, aware he might not like it.
Instead of pushing me away, I felt his stiff cock pulsate and looked down to see him spraying my belly with thick ropes of semen. Seeing him ejaculate, hearing the wet sounds coming from my vagina as his fingers pressed on my g spot, I felt my body stiffen as my orgasm shot through my body, causing me to hold Bryce tight, letting his body feel my confusion.
When my waves of pleasure subsided, I realized Bryce was holding me off the ground in his strong arms. He lowered me to the floor. We separated and let the shower water wash his semen off our bodies.
We toweled off and made it to the bed. Our bodies were still flush from our orgasms as we lay on the bed, unsure what to do next.
“We never got the chance to make love,” he whispered.
I rolled over and held his clean, wet body next to mine.
“Not here, not in a crappy motel. On an island.”
“I don’t think there are any islands in Utah,” he replied.
“Then let’s drive until we find one,” I whispered, and we both fell asleep in each other’s arms, ready for another adventure.
The following day, I loaded my belongings into Bryce’s van, and we drove off the BYU campus, a place I’d never returned to.
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BRYCE
We drove north and west, using gas station maps to guide us. We had a specific destination in mind: the next river or lake that looked like it might have an island, the perfect spot to take our relationship to the ultimate level. But two days and hundreds of miles yielded nothing.
As we drove, we talked about our future together. We were on our own for the first time, moving west, eating junk food for dinner, and pounding the Cokes.
When we set off from Provo, it felt like a joyride, but that changed and became the start of a journey that would take us a lifetime.
The Hood River in Oregon had some islands, but they needed to be more suitable. Then, the Columbia River took us north through Washington. When we hit Seattle, there was uncertainty between us. We had yet to find the island; perhaps this journey was just a thrill ride.
Then, we saw the bridge to Bainbridge Island in Puget Sound and crossed to find lush forests, waterfront homes, and natural beauty that reminded us of the river.
We had little money left, around five hundred dollars. A gas station attendant directed us to an old farm along the island’s coast that rented small efficiency apartments to vacationers in the summer. The owner let us have two weeks for three hundred dollars.
The units were tiny. They had a bathroom with a tub and handheld shower, a kitchenette with a fridge and stove, two counter seats, a couch, a TV set, and a full-size bed.
It was tiny, but it was clean and on an island.
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Bryce and Summer went into town to buy a few food items for their tiny house. They felt and acted much older than their 19-year-old age. No one asked, but if they did, they would tell everyone they were married and on a honeymoon. They had all the details worked out. The wedding was in Boise, where they graduated from Boise State last spring.
Summer saw a payphone and desperately wanted to call her mother, who had no idea she had left BYU. But maybe tomorrow. For now, she was on an island, and the evening was coming.
After dinner, Summer took Bryce by the hand and led him to the water’s edge. It was dark and private, with the lights of Seattle glowing in the distance. They removed their shoes and waded into the waters of Puget Sound, which were much colder than the Saint Lawrence.
“Do you want to go skinny dipping?” she asked.
“No.”
Summer frowned.
“It’s freezing. I want to take you back to our room and make love to you.”
Summer embraced Bryce with a kiss.
“On one condition. After you make love to me the first time. I want you to fuck me the second, third, and fourth time. Can you do that for me?”
“You have no idea how excited I get when you say ‘fuck’.”
The two ran back to the shack. Bursting inside, she immediately removed her top as Bryce fought the buttons of his 501 jeans. Still wearing her jeans, she sat on the bed and leaned back, supported by her arms. As usual, her nipples remained tucked inside her areola pocket, waiting for him to bring them out.
Her bedroom eyes said it all, and Bryce approached, led by his erection. He leaned down and put his hands around her waist, bringing her forward as they kissed. His hands went to her breast as hers began to knead his ass. She was pushing her body forward off the bed and then dropped to her knees and began to stoke his throbbing cock then started to lick the shaft, preparing him for her pussy.
Bryce moaned at the feel of her tongue slowly and methodically moving up his shaft around the cap and back down. Occasionally, she would take him halfway and then remove her lips with a gentle pop of saliva. Realizing he was getting worked up and wanting him to ride her to a prolonged orgasm, she
stood and embraced him with deep kisses sharing the wetness she left on his cock.
Bryce’s hands unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them and her underwear to the floor. Her round ass was red and enlarged as her brain sent extra blood to her genitals, plumping them for mating.
Their hands wandered each other’s bodies from breasts to ass to chest to cock. Finally stepping off her jeans, she turned Bryce around so he was sitting on the bed and she was standing.
Bryce assumed it was his turn to go down on her, but Summer was already a step ahead and pushed him back, then quickly climbed over him so she could be on top when he took her virginity.
She brought her body to his, her blond hair falling on his as she held his head and kissed deeply while grinding her soaking-wet labia against his cock.
She lifted her body so Bryce could caress her breasts, which were swollen in anticipation. Grasping her left breast, she brought it to his mouth, and he sucked her nipple out of its pocket and got it to attention, then moved to her other nipple and did the same.
But all that was foreplay, and the time was now for their special moment. They were on an island, and the waters of the Puget Sound lapped against the shore just a few feet from their bungalow. She was atop the man who had taken her away from a prepared life, and she was moments from allowing him inside her body to share his fluids and love with her.
Summer reached down and grasped Bryce’s cock, pushing the tip against her sealed labia. Using it like a tool, she gently ran his cock down her slit opening it as it went and dribbling her thick pussy honey on him, adding her lubricant to the saliva she left on his cock, ensuring he would enter her fast and deep.
“I’ve wanted this since the day I met you,”
And with that, she pushed her virgin pussy against Bryce’s cock, sliding backward gently but in a single motion until he was entirely inside, and she was deflowered. There was a mixture of pleasure and pain. The pain was nominal; the pleasure was intense.
Leaning forward, supported by her arms a few inches above him, Summer chose not to move momentarily, allowing her pussy to accommodate Bryce’s cock. Like anything muscular in the body, the pain of being manipulated eased, and the relief itself was a pleasure, let alone the millions of nerve endings that were now releasing sensations of joy through the body.
Bryce was still as Summer leaned forward to join him in a kiss. Hi hands her on her hips as she raised and lowered her hips to slowly slide up and fall on his cock. She could feel every bit of his surface, from the blunt end to the fold of skin of his circumcision to the veins along the soft skin. The walls of her unsullied vagina read his cock in detail.
She leaned back into an upright cowgirl position looking at Bryce and noticing her clit protruding from its hood, begging for attention. As she rode up and down on Bryce, she used her left hand to manipulate her clit, both fucking Bryce and masturbating herself for her pleasure and his.
Bryce began to thrust his hips and move his cock in and out of Summer, who continued to play with her clit as she supported herself with her other hand.
Bryce’s body made a slapping sound on her ass as he rapidly pumped. He wanted to cum now.
Summer’s breathing increased, and she no longer needed to tease her clit. Her orgasm was coming. She could feel it beginning, and as long as Bryce continued to fill her vagina with his flesh, it would not stop,
She brought her hands to her breasts, aggressively massaging them, folding her nipples, pinching them to a plump red.
Bryce felt himself about to cum, but he realized he had not put on a rubber.
“I’m going to cum,” he said with strain, trying to stop himself so he could pull out.
“So am I, cum inside me,”
“I don’t have on any-”
“I know, cum inside me. I need to feel you cum inside me.”
Bryce knew there was no turning back. Summer’s heavy breathing turned to gentle moans, and the two were about to experience a moment of mutual satisfaction that they would remember forever.
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