hot rays of the summer sun were abruptly shut out as Nicole and
Heath crept into the barn. The spacious cavity within was deserted,
and it looked as though the absent farmer hadn't used the barn in
months. It smelled of splintered wood and straw, and the sun sent
thin slants of light across the earthen floor.
Heath smiled conspiratorially at Nicole and, taking
her hand, led her to a hay-filled corner. They'd acted on impulse,
letting their sudden aching desires dictate their actions. So much
of the honeymoon had been this way; spontaneous sidetracks from
the main road, urgent fucking in barely concealed public places:
the park, the information booth, the gas station toilet. Their hunger
for each other was paramount. They could have gone sightseeing in
a desert and it wouldn't have made a difference. Every place was
an Eden and every moment was marked by wet, hard obsession.
Heath pulled Nicole close and kissed her, sliding
his hand up her smooth brown thigh as he did so. His kiss was passionate,
full of urgency, and she felt a wave of heat well up within her.
She put her hand to his crotch, felt the warm hardness of his cock
as it strained against his jeans. She kissed her way down his chest,
once again admiring the firm muscles of his abdomen, and released
him from the denim, taking the shaft of his cock into her mouth.
She heard him groan, and reveled in the sound. She loved the way
he became helpless beneath her lips, disarmed by the pleasure she
exacted from him.
he dropped to his knees and rewarded her with another kiss, his
hands cupping her cheeks gently. Then he pushed her back onto the
straw and applied his mouth to her breasts, teasing her nipples
with his tongue while his fingers gently probed between her legs.
She felt him ease her labia apart, and sighed as he stroked his
index finger up and down her wet, warm slit.
It wasn't long before his tongue replaced his
fingers, and she moaned as he licked her hard bud with delicate
strokes, small at first and then harder and longer. He was an expert
at this. He knew how to titillate her pussy and tease out the tendrils
of pleasure so that every touch was more exquisite than the last.
She opened herself to his ministrations, a smile forming at the
corners of her mouth as she thought to herself, He's mine, all
She rode him harder, eager to extract the
ultimate rush of ecstasy from him...
didn't take long. Her orgasm exploded from her almost before she
was ready, drawing a shuddering moan from the back of her throat
as her cunt contracted against his face.
Now it was his turn. He sat ready for her, his
hard cock jutting upwards as if it were straining to find her. She
straddled him, impaling herself on him and feeling his flesh fill
her completely. They fit together perfectly, like a well formed
puzzle, and she simply sat astride him for a few moments, gazing
into his eyes and admiring the wonder of her new husband.
She began to move, slowly at first, sliding his
hardness in and out of her just the way he liked it. She watched
his face, loving the way his forehead became creased as the pleasure
mounted. Soon however, she felt her own excitement growing, and
reached down to stroke her own clit. She surprised herself; her
ability to orgasm had seemed insatiable on this trip.
The pace increased, and Heath began to moan. She
rode him harder, eager to extract the ultimate rush of ecstasy from
him. Her fingers moved at her clit, faster and faster, until she
came again, her pussy squeezing his cock and bringing on his own
orgasm. He bucked under her, and they both groaned with satisfaction
as their climaxes subsided. They collapsed together onto the hay,
spent and smiling.
Nicole lay and looked up at the barn roof for
a few moments, but then she noticed that Heath had stood up and
moved away. She barely had time to register what he was doing before
a spray of cool water splashed across her naked body.
"Water fight!" he yelled, brandishing
a hose that had been laying nearby.
seconds she was soaked and giggling like a child. Not willing to
let him get away with it she dodged the jet of water and began to
grapple with him, trying to wrest the hose away to get her revenge.
They wrestled playfully and soon they were both dripping and breathless
with laughter, the water washing the straw and smell of sex from
Heath turned off the hose, drew him to her and
kissed her lips with a possessive tenderness. It had been another
wonderful sidetrack to an already blissful honeymoon.
Still damp, they dressed and left the barn,
holding hands and wondering where the road would lead them next.
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