From Innocence to Experience

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She loves me and wants me to be happy.

Our wedding was beautiful, all that she dreamed of, she said. Then we jetted away on our honeymoon to a beautiful beachside resort. In our room we made love before we even drank the complimentary champagne. After dinner we went back to the room and made love again.

In the morning we woke up and made love again.

We weren’t virgins, but we didn’t know much. This was what the honeymoon was all about, learning each other and loving each other.

We went out to the beach. My Angela looked spectacular in her white bikini. Her peaches-and-cream complexion contrasted just enough. Her C cup boobs stood proud with the elasticity of youth, her hips swelled enticingly, her legs made promises that her bubble butt delivered. Her thin blonde hair wafted entrancingly in the breeze. Other men stared at her. I stared at her. She looked only at me.

Back in the room, I hugged her. I untied her bikini top. I caressed her boobs I wanted to make love again. She stopped me. “Not again so soon!”

I pulled her hand to feel my semi-tumescent cock. “I love you, Angela! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I want you. I would make love to you three times a day every day if I could, and this is our honeymoon…”

She said, “I love you too. You are the only man I will ever love. The idea of making love three times a day for the rest of our lives excites me, but my — I’m sore, down there, and it’ll make me gooey all afternoon.”

I hugged her, “I’m sore too — down there — aching for you.” I pulled her hand to feel my cock again. “Honey, Angela, let’s sit down for a minute and talk about this.”

I knew this was an important moment that could mean everything to our lives together, if I handled it right.

“Angela, you and I are married now. We’re love partners for life. In the years ahead lots of things can get in the way of our lovemaking. I want us to start in together in the right way. First, I think we don’t know much about the ways men and women give each other pleasure. I think we should learn and experiment together. Second, I think we should both develop the attitude that we want to say yes, we want to give each other the pleasure of sex — or anything else! We want to say yes to each other. And if one of us is going to say no to something, we should come up with an alternative. Third, as we learn and experiment, we should always be honest with each other, about what we like and don’t like, and how we feel.”

Angela said, “Darling, I love you so much. You are so smart. I will try to always to be a good wife to you. I love you, and I want you to be happy. If you want to make love to me go ahead.”

I said, “Angela, I love you so much, and I love your spirit. I want you to be happy too. That’s why I said the last part. You’ve been honest with me about how your pussy is sore and you don’t want to be gooey this afternoon. I never want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to resent me for making you walk around all gooey today. But there’s more ways to make love than fucking.”

You see how innocent illegal bahis we were? We’d fingered and felt each other. She’d mouthed and licked the head of my cock before, and I’d licked her pussy a little, but sex — making love– for us, was fucking. The other stuff was foreplay, and we were so hot for each other we didn’t do much of it.

Her eyes lit up. “I’ll kiss your — down there — instead?

“That sounds wonderful, darling, but I think kissing that doesn’t lead to anything else will be just a fun tease. You’ll need to suck my cock.”

“Suck your cock?” The words were shocking to her. She said them again, slowly, “Suck…your…cock.” She smiled. “Darling, take your swimsuit off and lie on the bed. I want to suck your cock.”

She started with the same kind of lollipop licks I was used to, and the kissing like you’d kiss a relative when you met or left — not on the dick! I don’t mean that. You know, a peck on the cheek, but she planted a bunch of them all over the head of my cock, then angled it up and ran a string of them down the shaft to kiss my balls. Then she got more adventurous, licking her way back to the top. She seemed to pause, to make a mental note, when I shivered as she licked the delicate underside below the tip. When she licked around the ridge at the edge of the head my cock jerked in excited response and I closed my eyes in pleasure. Again she paused.

She kissed the tip, the same innocent peck, but then her lips slipped open and she slid them over the glans and past that ridge. I shivered and my cock jerked. I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to watch her. It added to my excitement to see her cute mouth stretched by my cock, her innocent face impaled as her eyes gazed into mine.

My Angela today sucks cock as well as any prostitute or porn star. Back then we had no knowledge, no basis for comparison, only our youth and enthusiasm.

She locked her mouth around my cock head, sucked on it vigorously, and bobbled her lips around the ridge. With all the fancy tricks a pro can do, that’s as fast a way as there is to bring a man to the finish.

In no time at all, I was there, and I told her so. “Angela, oh darling that feels so good. Oh Angela, I’m going to cum. I’m going to shoot semen into your mouth darling!”

She increased the vigor of her sucking, and ran her tongue along that delicate underside. I exploded. It wasn’t as much as it might have been, since we’d made love three times in the previous twenty-four hours, but we were young and healthy, so it was no weak dribble either. She sucked and swallowed, and her eyes never left mine.

I pulled her up to lie on me and kissed her and told her I loved her. We cuddled. I reached to caress her pussy. It was damp and open. She pushed my hand away, and tucked her head down against my shoulder.

Then she got up and said, “Put your suit back on, I want to see more of the island.”

We explored the island for the afternoon. We discovered there was a clothing-optional beach area. That will play a part later in our story.

She was quiet that afternoon, illegal bahis siteleri and so was I, both caught up in thoughts about what we’d said and done earlier.

After dinner we were back in the room, planning to go out later. I was watching her undress to shower and change. She said, “I have to tell you something.”

“What?”

“About what we did, when I — you know…”

“Sucked my cock?”

“Yes. She almost shouted it back at me, “I sucked your cock! I swallowed your — what do you call it?”

“Cum? Semen? Jizz?”

“I swallowed your cum. I like sucking your cock and swallowing your cum. It made me wet — down there. I didn’t want to be gooey, but I was kind of gooey. And I feel naughty, but I like feeling naughty. I… I’m not innocent anymore. You’re so smart about this. Tell me I’m okay?”

I took her in my arms, “Angela, darling. You are wonderful. You gave me a gift and made me feel your love. It’s not possible for me to love you more than I did before, but I admire you more right now for being so honest when it’s hard for you to talk about.”

I had an idea. “A part of why we have trouble talking about it is not knowing names of things.” Quickly I took my tablet and searched on it for “vagina parts.” We looked at diagrams and names: vulva, labia, clitoris, urethra, vaginal opening. Then we did the same for “penis parts.” We discovered that the sensitive underpart of my penis that she licked and made me shiver is called the frenulum, the head called the glans, and the part around the urethra the meatus.

I asked her, “Angela, have you ever looked at your vagina?” She shook her head, and I said, “Let’s do it together right now.”

We lay together on the bed. I had her spread her legs a little. I turned the tablet camera on and propped it between her knees. Her pubic hair was trimmed at the bikini line, but bushy above and around the area we wanted to see. I brushed it away with my finger tips. Gently, I touched her vulva. The outer lips, the labia majora, were pressed together. I ran my fingers over the top, deep between her spread legs. Three or four passes like that and they separated, revealing the labia minora, and clitoral hood. The area was shiny with fresh lubricant. Her body was aroused.

She breathed through her open mouth. Her eyes were also bright and shiny. Her mind was aroused too.

I continued to run my hand around the area, pressing all my fingers across the top of her vaginal opening, circling them up over her clitoral hood. I made no effort to penetrate her. Her clitoris enlarged, pushing its way out from under the hood. I used two fingers from my other hand to spread her labia wide, and pointed with my finger. “There’s your clit.” I rubbed it with my fingertip. She shivered. I ran my finger down. “This little hole is your urethra, your pee hole.” I ran my finger around it too. I slid my finger downward, “this is your vaginal opening.” Now I penetrated the opening with my finger. There was plenty of lubricant; she was getting gooey all on her own. I told her, “There’s a spot up in here canlı bahis siteleri called the g-spot that supposedly is great to stimulate. I think we’ll try to find it some other time.” I vigorously worked two fingers in her vaginal opening while circling her clit with my thumb. It was easier to do well, since I could see everything in the tablet, and had her reactions to guide me.

Soon her vaginal opening spasmed open and closed, even as it released more lubricant. Then she jerked her legs together, clutched at my forearm, and pumped her hips. My fingers were buried inside her. I kept diddling her clit with my thumb.

After a while she pushed my hand away. “Darling, that was fantastic,” she said. “I missed having your cock in me, but I loved being able to see everything. And I love you for making me feel so good.”

We went out and had a great time, drinking, dancing.

When we came back to the room, we made love again. She sucked my cock more confidently than before, and I manually stimulated her to prepare her. She came from my fingering, and again as I did when we fucked. We were lying together, and I was dozing off when she said, “Darling that was so good, and I feel so naughty saying this, but I want more right now.”

I had been almost asleep, but I snapped awake, “Wha… what?”

“You said we should be honest about how we feel. Ever since you showed me my vagina earlier, I have wanted to feel your tongue on my, uh, clitoris. Will you cunnilingus me now?”

Right then I thought very quickly. She wanted me to eat her freshly-fucked pussy. I didn’t know then that people call it creampie. I did know that if I didn’t go down on her, I was a hypocrite and all my talk earlier in the day was just bullshit so I could get a blow job. I know a lot of guys would have made a different choice, but I realized that my ideas about sexual experimenting would be more acceptable if I made sure to give her orgasms every time.

“I’m so happy that you are telling me what you want, and even happier that you want me to eat your pussy, darling,” I said, even though all I wanted to do was fall asleep.

I went down on her. I ran my tongue up and down both sides of her pussy. The area was damp and sticky. I licked the inner sides of her labia, slick with both our cum, and splayed wide around her gaping opening. I ran my tongue up to find the clit and gave it a workout. I started soft, but became more and more firm and fast. I went from lapping at the clit to sucking it like a baby cock. I was rewarded as she quickly came again. More fluid leaked from her vaginal opening. I realized it was a combination of fresh juices and my cum. I pressed my lips firmly over her vaginal opening and sucked it all in.

She pulled me up to give her a kiss. Then we both fell asleep.

As our honeymoon continued, we made love at least three times a day. We discovered that three or four ejaculations seemed to be all my penis could handle before it refused to respond. We also discovered that three or four orgasms in a session was easy for Angela to attain with our new and growing understanding of her pleasure centers. Oral and manual stimulation became central to our lovemaking and have remained so.

We also discovered some things about mental stimulation. I’m going to write about that next time.

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