A Honeymoon, But Not Mine

Davis Dunne is not a good guy. But his character is fun to use as a springboard for my stories. He's the kind of manipulative, self absorbed jerk that many women find irresistible.

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My name is Davis Dunne and I work for a northwest Arkansas manufacturing company. A little while back the company was in negotiations with several suppliers for our molding pellets. The contract was worth millions. And I used my influence to squeeze a free Hawaii trip out of the vendor that we were going to choose anyway. Sweet!

I made arrangements to take a week off and made excuses to my girlfriend Toni about why I couldn't take her. Of course the main reason was that I was going to be eight hours flight time away and the potential for lining up some strange pussy was just too great.

I arrived in Hawaii early Friday morning, landing at Hilo. It was too early to check in so I got a rental car and drove about halfway around the island, looking for attractions that I might want to check out later in the week. I returned to the hotel in the afternoon and checked in. While I was signing in I watched the partying going on in one of the hotel's reception spaces. There had been a wedding and there was a big crowd dancing and a band playing. Looked like a great time. I went up to my room and settled in, showered and changed and went back down. My plan was to get back in the rental car and find a nice steak place to eat and just get adjusted to the time difference.

But the wedding party was still in full swing and the bride and groom were doing that dance where guests pin money on the dress of the bride. I watched from a distance and fished a $100 bill from my pocket and asked one of the men near the door if I might be welcome, as a stranger, to participate. He told me, certainly, and then said for me to grab a beer too. I approached the happy couple and was given a safety pin by a middle aged woman who was in charge of that function. Then I pierced the bill and stuck it on the shoulder of the bride.

As for the couple, (Marty and Amber, from a town in Missouri, a few hours from my place) he was maybe thirty, certainly no older and a little heavy, about six foot tall, with a scruffy red beard. And he was well on the way to being intoxicated. The bride was younger, maybe twenty two or three at most. She had a gorgeous face, but she was about twenty five pounds heavier than I thought that would have most become her. My generous addition to her wardrobe ensured the good opinion of all the guests and before I knew it, I was a welcome wedding crasher. Eventually, I danced with the bride, her mom, her sister, the sister of the groom and assorted guests.

One of the guests, Ellen, a sorority sister of the bride was an adorable woman who eventually invited me up to her room. She was still wearing her bridesmaid dress until we ended up in the garden tub together. She was quite enthusiastic when she saw my dick (almost eight and a half long by seven inches around), and my six pack. She was too thin for my tastes and had almost no ass, but she did have a pair of nicely done implants. Regardless, I fucked the hell out of her and had her babbling like a pull string dummy before the night was over. Around two, when I told her that I was going back to my room, she begged me to stay the night. When I refused, she asked if she could spend the rest of the night in my room. I told her that I'd see her the next day but she said that everyone in the party was flying back to the mainland Saturday afternoon. Too bad but I'll be in touch, I said, and left.

I slept in Saturday until about nine, texted Toni, went down to breakfast then back up to the room to change into my swim suit. Now, I'm quite an Adonis in a swimsuit, actually. I'm almost 6'2", I have a six pack regardless of what I eat, I've got a full head of wavy, jet black hair etc. In short, I get plenty of female attention when I'm fully dressed. But for the pool, I wear a bikini style Speedo. For a purpose. I'm a "grower" and a "shower." My dick is over 8" long, but when it's drawn up flaccid, it looks a lot thicker than when it's hard. And my balls are almost the size of eggs. I wear the smallest, tightest swimsuit that will cover my package. And a pair of dark sunglasses just so I can watch both women and men react to my endowment. And do they ever.

Down to the pool I went carrying just small waterproof zippered bag with my phone and room card. I went to the hospitality counter by the pool and got a towel and a bucket of beers and headed to find a recliner by the pool. And there she was: The bride. She wore a white two piece string bikini and her untrimmed pubes peeked out from all the edges of her bottoms. As I said, she was about twenty five pounds heavier than I though would look best for her. But man, was that twenty five pounds distributed in the most delicious way! Best guess was that her measurements were, 38D-28-40. Her thick thighs tapered to the most petite and feminine calves (no "cankles" for her) and her wide hips receded into the most flattering waistline. Her ample breasts were exactly right for her frame. In short, she was smoking hot for her weight. And, strangely, she was alone.

"Good morning, Amber. May I sit here?"

"Sure, someone might as well," she said, somewhat bitterly. She was wearing a broad brimmed straw hat but no sunglasses and I saw her eyes lock onto my package.

"Where's Marty?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, he got completely hammered last night at the reception last night and passed out. Then this morning, we all went down to the beach to take some more wedding photos in the morning light because everyone in the wedding party is flying back, probably in the air now. You know, the pictures where everyone is wearing their formal stuff and holding their pant legs and dresses up out of the surf? Being silly. And he and his dad started in with the Bloody Mary's and by eleven they were both drunk." She had obviously been drinking too. Heavily. Then she went on a long rant about how her in-laws had gifted them this trip (except for Ellen) and how they acted like that gave them the right to dictate everything about the wedding and stuff. "I'm glad they're gone! And me and Marty haven't even done it yet! Grrrr! But Davis, speaking of doing it, I heard that you and Ellen got real aquainted last night!" Frankly, though we were having a conversation, she had yet to take her eyes off my bulge and she wasn't being discreet about it.

"Um, I don't like to kiss and tell..." I do of course, actually, but it's easier to get women to beg for details if I say that they can't have any.

"Oh come on Davis! Ellen told me everything!"

"Then you don't need any story from me! Right?"

"Wrong! Ellen said that you wrecked her. She said that you're quite a stud."

"I've had a lot of practice."

"Ellen said that she's never seen a guy last like you. What's your secret? Hmm?" Now she was flirting, clearly. And drunk.

"Like I said, I've had a lot of practice."

"Really? Tell me! Ellen said her boyfriend Ivan is a two-pump chump. But she said that she had to tell you to cum finally." I decided to let Amber know what I was capable of, what a cad I could be. Some women dig it and others don't. But in this situation I had absolutely nothing to lose.

"I haven't always been able to fuck for hours, but yeah, I can pretty much cum now whenever I want. I mean, it's not difficult in a long term relationship, but it can be hard to do in a one night stand, like with Ellen."

"So how do you control yourshelf?" Yeah, lit.

"Well, this might shock you, but I once had an affair with my married secretary. And one night we spent the night at a hotel, she lied to her husband about where she was staying, and we fucked all night. And every time I was about to cum she made me pull out until I cooled down a little. After a couple of hours of that I could just fuck without cumming. And she made sure we always did it like that until we stopped seeing each other. All it took was a woman making me learn restraint."

"Ellen said you're packing."

"It's adequate."

"That's not what she called it."

"Oh yeah? What did SHE call it?"

"A trunk!! hahaha!"

"Hahaha! Are you going to take her word for it? When you could see for yourself?" She was still looking, and if this conversation was going to last much longer, my Speedo was soon going to become entirely inadequate to contain my arousal. She noticed.

"Mmm, Davis, you're certainly tempting me."

"Well, it would be terribly awkward if Marty was unable to find you, Amber. But under different circumstances, maybe..."

"Marty's out Dave. He probably won't wake up until four."

"In that case..." I scooted my pool recliner nearer to hers, threw my towel over my lap and said, "feel for yourself, Amber." She looked around to see if anyone was looking and of course no one was. All in their own worlds. She slid her hand into my Speedo and began to jerk me off. Her breath became a pant.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "is that even fucking REAL?" By now that I'd have to wrap the towel around my waist to go back to my room was a forgone conclusion. There just wasn't enough room in my Speedo to contain me. Amber raised the towel to get a peek. I was nearly hard and the head was approaching my navel. "Oh my god Davis. That's fucking sexy as hell!" She slid down her hand to cup my balls. Her mouth hung open.

"What should we do about this?" I asked her, nodding towards my swollen cock.

"Give me your room card, what number?"

"212." She stood, a bit unsteadily, took my card and headed to the elevator. What a big, gorgeous ass! I gave her a few minutes, then I wrapped my towel around my waist and followed. She had left the door ajar and I entered the suite, locked the door and the first thing I saw was that my room card and her bikini were placed on top of the mini fridge. I removed my Speedo. She had slipped beneath the covers and was looking at me as I entered the bedroom.

"Make love to me Davis," she cooed.

"No, Amber. But I intend to fuck you."

"Don't think I don't want it handsome." She pulled the covers back and patted the mattress.

Damn, could that chick kiss. With some women, kissing is just a means to an end. But once in a while the kissing is as pleasurable as the rest of the act. It was like that with Amber. She ran her fingers through my hair and her tongue danced with mine as we were getting hotter and hotter. I could taste the whiskey. "I cut Marty off two months ago so our honeymoon would be hot and I haven't been fucked since then," she told me. I played with her beautiful tits, licking and sucking them between kisses and I sucked in as much as would fit in my mouth.

"Sit on my face, Amber." She obliged me instantly and I sucked her clit as her bush tickled my nose. Those incredible hips were rocking to and fro as I tongued that sweet pussy. I reached up and squeezed her luscious tits as I ate her out. I'd take an occasional swipe over her asshole with my tongue. Without direction, she spun around, put her ass in my face and leaned forward to suck my dick. That funky musky smell was testing my restraint as she enthusiastically swallowed as much of my cock as she could while jacking me off.

She would pause every few seconds to squeeze a dribble of pre-cum from the head of my dick and then lick it up. Before long, she positioned herself above my rock hard cock and began lowering herself down on me. But too slowly for my tastes. I rolled her over and I was on top and I pushed in balls deep in one merciless stroke. She grunted loudly. Once in, I pulled her legs up on my shoulders started stroking like a man possessed. Damn, she looked so good under me and her expression was fucking priceless. Her lips were parted and her tongue was darting in and out. Her hands were on my hips encouraging my pounding.

"Oh Davis don't stop! I'm cumming baby, YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK IT BABY! AGHHH!"

I wasn't entirely ignorant off the time and I told her, "I'm going to cum, baby, Tell me where."

"SHOOT IT IN ME, FUCK, SHOOT IT IN MEEEE!" I released a torrent of cum in that fat pussy that felt like it would never end. We froze in that position for a minute and when I finally rolled off of that pussy, she dived straight for my softening cock and began stroking and sucking it.

"No way Amber. Look at the clock." By now it was nearly three thirty. She gasped at the time. "Shit, I've got to go back to the pool. May I rinse off Dave?" She jumped in and out of the shower, put her bikini back on, kissed me and left. I gave her a few minutes and then I went back down.

I had to give it to her, she had pluck! When I got back down Marty was in a recliner by the pool and Amber was giving him hell about being drunk last night and this morning and he sheepishly accepted the onslaught. It was quite a performance: Amber berating Marty while millions of my swimmers were fighting for a place in her womb.

Marty greeted me with a tired wave. He really looked rough.

After my swim I went back to my room, washed up and took the Audi convertible rental out to dinner. One of the hotel staff recommended a place called Joanne's so that's where I went. I managed to pick up a chick, Lisa, later at another place near there and I thought that I was going home with her. But in the making out stage she felt my cock and told me, "haha, nope, not going to happen big guy. You're hot baby boy but Lisa is a "give me average any day" kind of girl!"

So I returned alone to the hotel around midnight.

The hotel had a good breakfast buffet so I hit that about nine a. m. When I stepped off the elevator after breakfast there was Amber just about to knock on my door.

"Hurry, let me in," she insisted.

I opened the door, we went in and she asked me for a beer and made herself comfortable on the sofa. This visit was unexpected so I asked her what was happening.

"Marty and I finally got around to it last night. Thank God for my kegel exercises! I'd have been busted for sure after that workout you put me through yesterday! I even gave him a blow job for good measure!"

"That was a very wifely thing for you to do. Do you swallow?"

"No way! I did, a little bit, once. By accident. I burped later and I nearly gagged!"

I asked her that for a very specific reason. I've been to gang bangs before and I'll tell you, sluts will be sluts and they'll swallow cum just because that's what's expected and they're used to it. They don't care one way or the other. But a lot of wives, whether with their husband or the guy that they're cheating with and think they're in love with, they look at swallowing cum as the ultimate expression of their devotion. If Amber was here for the reason I suspected, I was going to again test that observation.

"We met a couple from Michigan last night at dinner," she began, "and we all planned to go parasailing today. Marty's been wanting to do that for years. Every time we go to Florida he says he's going to try it but he never does. But Penny and Bill, the couple from last night have already been and said how fun it was and that we'd all go today. I acted like I was excited. Then I gave Marty good sex last night but I was planning all along to have a "headache" this morning. I know Marty and he'll offer to stay with me but if I tell him it's okay if he goes, he'll go. And I told him to stop by this local bakery that's supposed to be so great and text me some pics of their stuff when he's on the way back so he can bring me something. So, Dave, they're gone all afternoon and I'll have a warning when they're an hour away."

"And?" I wanted her to announce her surrender, just so she could hear herself say it.

"Dave, we're leaving tomorrow. And then me and Marty will be going back to our old routine, except that we'll be living together now, and doing the same things day in and day out. I won't cheat on him again."

Yeah, right, I thought.

"So this is my last time to experience what you have to offer a girl. Marty is only the fourth guy I've been with. And NONE of them compare to you in the bed. And I deserve to have that thrill one more time."

I could imagine Amber in a year or two, having gained another sixty pounds ("Babe, pick me up something from that little Hawaiian baker we heard about") and Marty having to pretend that she looked just as good as she did then. Amber stood and pulled off the sundress that she was wearing and that did nothing to flatter her figure, and pulled off her panties and laid them on the sofa and motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom. Before I went to join her, I put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. Then I stripped and joined her on the bed.

We began making out. Man, was my appreciation of her kissing skills confirmed. Between her lovely face, which was simply a pleasure to be so close to, and her technique, kissing her was an event in itself. I would have been content with an hour of just that. But of course that's not what she came for and in short order, she reached down and guided my cock to her waiting, hairy pussy. A loud pussy fart barked in the room as I filled her completely. We stayed in missionary position for the first fifteen minutes and I stroked with the long complete strokes she seemed to enjoy so much. What pleasure.

A lot of women seem to be unable to orgasm through PIV alone, but I've seldom encountered that issue, as the girth of my cock is more than adequate to provide plenty of friction to their clit during fucking. Amber was no exception and indeed, she had several orgasms within the first fifteen minutes alone. Of course I always help that along by complimenting a woman, flattering her in a way that feeds her vanity. They really get off on that. I told her how much I wanted her from the instant I first saw her, I told her that I've never been more attracted to any woman, yada yada....

I figured that I could come three times, at least, in the time we had available to us, so I didn't worry too much about restraint. And when I felt my first orgasm coming, I put my cum swallowing theory to the test. I told Amber that I was about to cum and that I was going to pull out and that I wanted her to suck my dick. I slid back and rolled to the side of the bed and she placed her hands on my balls and cock, stroking my glistening rod. But she didn't immediately put her mouth on my cock, instead admiring my hard dick. I reached behind her head and pushed her face down and she opened her mouth. I let go and as the first spurt hit the back of her throat and she tried to pull back, I held her head down firmly. And when she realized that there was nowhere to put my load, she gagged slightly and then began swallowing.

And sure enough, after a couple of seconds she stopped resisting. Then she began to grow hungry for it, which I encouraged by telling her how great she looked with my cock in her mouth and that I'd never had a woman give me as good head as her. After a few seconds I released my grip on her head but she didn't pull away. Instead, she began making slurping noises and the sounds of pleasure one makes when eating a favorite treat.

As my orgasm subsided, she continued to milk my cock energetically. As I began to soften a bit she realized that she could probably swallow my cock. I've got a upward curve when erect and I've never had a woman swallow me when I'm fully erect, but as I began to soften Amber pushed my still firm cock down her throat and let me fuck her that way for a few seconds at a time, pausing occasionally to breathe. OH! the visual of that! That gorgeous face taking my fat dick balls deep!! Wow!

We resumed making out (I don't flinch at kissing a chick who's just swallowed my cum, but that's just me) and, as I suspected, she was even more horny than before. And her foundation was shifting, too. She asked me whether, if she wasn't married to Marty, I would want to be with her. Of course I lied and said yes. She said that she wished we'd met before. And we kissed. I was a little depressed at this point as I instinctively knew that it would probably be a long time before I was with another chick that I enjoyed kissing as much as Amber. Regardless, soon I was hard again and we resumed fucking. I had her stand beside the bed with her ass in the air. Soon she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, eager for me to enter her. But in seconds I was again balls deep in her squishy, well used, pillowy pussy, her wide, pale ass was really sexy.

I fucked her only for a few minutes before I pulled out and went to the dresser. Meanwhile she was whining and shaking her ass impatiently. I returned with a tube of lube and a cloth and I told her, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass." She meekly protested and said that she intended to save that for Marty, as he'd been interested to try it with her, but, yes, it was mine if I wanted. I squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto my dick, spread it around and used my dick to spread it around her ass. I wiped my hands on the cloth and lined up my dickhead against her butt. I intended to take this chick all the way. In I went, an inch or two and just teased. In and out. Just the head. Then she began pushing back against me and I buried another few inches. Then she began to weep.

"Should I stop?"

"No, no, don't stop, not yet! I'm okay."

I kept increasing the depth of my penetration with each stroke until I was buried, hilt deep in her ass, hammering her for all she was worth. I kept up the pounding and waited for her to reach her peak. Soon, it came: she began moaning loudly and babbling in broken sentences. "oh! I didn't know...... Davis, you, you... oh! in my whole life I never.... I can't even (grunt) my whole body..."

I pulled out, took her wrist and led her off the bed and onto the floor. She gripped the base of my cock with one hand while her other hand cradled my balls. Her mouth instinctively opened and I fed her four or five inches of my nasty cock. No hesitation. My hips jerked as I shot ropes of cum into her thirsty mouth and she devoured every drop.

When I was finished and withdrew she crumpled to the floor, panting. After a moment I helped her up onto unsteady legs and we moved to the bathroom. I handed her the complementary hotel toothbrush and toothpaste and I turned on the shower.

We toweled off and returned to the bed.

"I need you to cum in me Davis, at least once.." From that time until she got a text from Marty, I let her use my cock however she wanted. We changed positions every few minutes and she had countless orgasms. When the text came she told Marty what she wanted from the bakery (tropical fruit tart) and then I filled her, in her delightful pussy, with my cum.

She dressed and we kissed some more and she left.

I didn't see them again before they went home. But we connected on social media. After about six months I scrolled through Amber's page and saw that she was on a romantic trip with a different man. A well known guy who owned a couple of RV dealerships. I assumed that I had ruined her for Marty. But then, looking at Marty's page I saw that he had knocked up the neighbor's daughter!!

As for me, the result was that my tastes were broadened significantly. I became much more attentive to women of Amber's displacement. And, I've found them to be particularly receptive to my interest.