I felt exposed, afraid to be seen, lying naked, lathered in lube or oil, my legs spread hungrily wide, my nipples pointing up as if they wanted to be taken. But I stayed there. It was all too delicious to interrupt. And then I began to catch the scent. I smelled what Eric had smoothed over my body. Butter! I was absolutely sure. It excited me. I was a pastry to be eaten! But after a few minutes and no Eric, I grew impatient. I felt suddenly abandoned. Naked in the middle of nowhere. Where had he gone?
And now for Part 2:
Finally, I couldn't take it any more. I reached to take the cloth from my eyes.
"Uh-uh," I heard Eric's voice coming towards me. At the sound of his voice, my pussy tingled and added a squeeze of cream to the butter that had trickled over my mound and down the slit. "You weren't going to break your promise, were you?" he taunted me.
"Where were you?" I heard a nervous child in my voice.
"Impatient, impatient," he scolded. "Yes, I think you're brazed to a tasty finish," he added.
The next thing I felt was his tongue lapping my navel. "Yum," he mumbled. He lapped and lapped his way onto my hairless pubis. He lapped it, pressed against it, then lapped right to the plump split of pussy lips. I thrust up to meet his tongue, but he drew away, preventing me from getting any pressure. I ached to be fucked. To have something forced into my cunt. Something fat. But he just lapped. Finally he broke between the lips of my pussy and got to the soft, fleshy cove that was waiting for him. He flattened his tongue and caught my whole cunt in its sweep. He swept it up to the tip of my clit, then stopped.
"Oh, god, suck my clit!" I begged him.
Then I heard some noises near my head. But his tongue just south of my bothered nub distracted me so much I just dismissed the noise.
His head came off my pussy and I felt his fingers sliding into my cunt, pressing against the sensitive mound of my G-spot. I groaned. At the same time, his thumb circled my clit head. In ecstasy, I began thrusting into him and my hot cunt crackled with juice.
"Remember," he said. "No matter what, don't look up." I was in too much ecstasy to respond.
"You hear?" he demanded.
"Oh, god, just keep doing it," I answered.
And then I felt a tongue on my nipple. I shuddered. "Oh god," I gasped -- and a tongue on my other nipple. And while he stuffed my cunt with three fingers, I felt him lapping up and down my pussy. "Oh my god," I heard myself groan. The slightest pressure would have sent me into a cunt-beating orgasm, but the pressure didn't come.
For a time I was mesmerized with sensation. Both breasts were being palpated and sucked, my pussy was being licked, my belly was being lapped, my hungry cunt was being filled … it was also unloading cunt juice in waves. Then suddenly my brain got around everything that I was feeling. Omigod -- Eric could not possibly be doing all this!
"Eric?" I heard my voice shudder -- from pleasure.
"Relax, you hot, buttered crumpet," I heard his voice and felt the cool nakedness between my legs where he'd come away from eating me. I felt reassured, but … vulnerable. There were still tongues on my body when he spoke, and mouths tugging on my nipples. But god, it felt so good being licked and sucked everywhere that I just thought of my promise, not to look up, and I let myself relax.
"You're beautiful," I heard Eric's voice in my ear, and felt his lips on mine, and felt his tongue dive into my mouth, warm and soft and deep, and I let him in, even as I felt warm, wet tugging and sucking on my clitoris, a tongue that slid down to my vaginal opening, pried and opened there, then slid back up to tickle my clit, and my nipples giving off that little tingle when someone wags a tongue over them, and fingers slide into my pussy and everywhere the smell of butter, the crackle of wet, horny cunt, and my own groans. "So beautiful, I just had to share you," Eric whispered.
I gasped. Yes, yes, I had known there were others, but hearing him say it… hearing the words made it real and loud and hard. "They are all friends," he said when he felt my body tense. All? ... And how many is all I thought. But I didn't speak out loud in case I might break the spell.
"Isn't my new wife beautiful?" he said. I could tellhe was looking away.
"Delicious nipples," said a voice, a man's voice almost panting, just by my left breast.
"Plump, suckable breasts." It was another man's voice. I was appalled. And thrilled. And juice spilled from my open pussy, giving me away.
Then the sliding thrill at my cunt stopped; my pussy felt naked as the tongue abandoned it and I heard a voice say "yes, she's beautiful and horny as a cat." It was husky and sexy and obviously turned on -- and clearly a woman!
"A Cat Island cat," said a man's voice in his lilting island accent.
They all laughed at the joke.
Again I was appalled. Then amazed. There was a strange woman eating my cunt, sucking and tugging at my clitoris! I felt exposed, but then hot all over. And I think, if the woman were looking, she would see a slight spasm of delight in my cunt muscles at her words. There was nowhere on my body I could hide any lies about being ashamed.
"Let's take my hot wife over the edge," Eric said. We had talked about my fantasy to be sucked all over by multiple admirers. But I never, never, expected… and on our honeymoon no less!
Suddenly, there were not only mouths everywhere, in my mouth, on my nipples, my clitoris, but there were hands everywhere, too. While a tongue lapped the soft spot just beneath my armpit, two lips pulled and sucked the nearby nipple. While a strong hand worked the other breast and pinched or flicked the nipple, kisses roved over my belly."OK, up," Eric said from somewhere between my legs and I felt my ass lifted. A tongue, butter, a finger, slid into my asshole, which was surprisingly willing to be entered. Someone opened my lips and entered my cunt with several fingers, someone pressed firmly on my pubic mound, tongue opened my cunt lips, lips sucked my clit, the hand in my cunt massaged my G-spot. I began shuddering, panting in little breaths. The whole inside of my cunt felt like it was having pins and needles; inside, my body grew hot and tense; my nipples shot all kinds of tingling sensations to my clit. I was dripping with butter, sweat, cunt juice, saliva, feeling so good and open and exposed and kissed.
"Oh, god," and then the final hurdle jump that sets it all off.
"She's about to cum," the woman's voice breathed hotly.
I felt a stiff, full penis open my hole and glide inside me. I knew it was Eric. And still -- somehow -- a determined finger pressing my G-spot.
A pinch to one nipple and a pull to the other just as the pressing deep in my cunt made the sensitive roof quiver, that did it, pushed my cunt to its limit. And the G-spot took the wave, magnified it, beat with it; my clit pulsed and stung with it, and the crashing waves of all these sensations rushed through my whole body and I screamed with each beat of my orgasm. There, naked and handled all up on the beachy earth I screamed wild abandon.
"That's a girl," Eric cooed. My body beat like a heart. "That's a girl."
"She shudder like a woman," said one of the other guys. "Good, baby-making loins you got here, bwoy." Laughing.
And the one fondly pinching my nipples just kept muttering, "Cum, lady, cum. Do it hard, lady. Keep it cumming, real bad. Ooo yeah," and stuff like that.
They still pawed, massaged, and licked my buttered body after I'd spent every ounce of juice and muscle and lay exhausted on the ground. Then kisses, gentle, on my nipples, my nude mound, the outside of each pussy lip, all over my breasts and belly, as the spaced out aftershocks rippled through my clit. And then Eric put one sweet kiss on my lips, ever so soft and moist.
When he took the towel off my eyes, there was no one else in sight.
"Where'd they go?"
"Who?"
"Don't be funny with me, Eric."
"Oh, them." He snickered. "You'll meet them, one of these days."
He was stroking my pubic mound and patting my tired pussy. "You'll maybe meet them at a bar, or at a party. I'll make sure of that."
He must have seen the flush of embarrassment all over my naked body.
"Of course, I'll never tell you who they are," he added with a wicked grin. "I'll introduce them as friends, but you'll never know if they are the friends. The ones who came upon you spread out there on the ground, saw you all wet and horny, wanting it bad and wide open as a holiday turkey."
"Eric!" I exclaimed. It was delicious. But wicked. The embarrassment. The not knowing.
"So ready to finish our honeymoon partying?"
Breathless, I couldn't speak.
"It's a small island," he continued his taunting. "Maybe we'll be in a bar and one of them will be there, glancing over. Or someone will come up and say 'hi' and you'll have to wonder, is this one of the ones who ate you out and sucked you or kissed and mauled your breasts or sucked your little clitty and made you cum while I fucked your cunt with my hand and my dick. You'll never know for sure. And you'll just have to wonder."
Hearing his words, my nipples tightened. I lay naked in the warm breeze, mortified and excited.
