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Over The Honeymoon 3
🕑 Added 2023-01-29 20:00:01 +0000 UTCShe awoke hours later, into a timeless void much like her dreams. Dark but contented, she’d felt the swirl of recent memory—not in imagery but in impressions. Emotional fingerprints rather than the touch itself.
She remembered the organ music, the walk down the aisle, the reception, the doves, the wandering kittens and the catnip at every table… Oswald, a man of taste, would have spoiled her even if she hadn’t said one word about her desires, but she’d made a wishlist of all the things she’d wanted at her wedding and he’d set about fulfilling her every bit as much as he had on the honeymoon.
Devastating her with what happiness she was capable of.
Selina reached out to Oswald’s side of the bed, finding a well-sized dent in the mattress, but only a fading warmth to mark the missing body. She got up and saw light spooling out from under the closed door to the bathroom.
Padding naked to the door, she swept it open and found Oswald in the Jacuzzi-size tub. The bubbles of his bath concealed all but his balding head and the arms which ran along the lines of the tub, holding him up as he otherwise relaxed. His cigarette, in its holder, sent a sinuous trail of black up to the ceiling.
“You like to keep clean so much,” Selina commented, strutting up to the raised marble slab that held his bathwater. “Makes me wonder what you want with a dirty girl like me.”
“I’d be happy to show you… provided you make a quick trip to the shower beforehand.”
Selina rolled her eyes and turned to rinse herself clean of the night’s exertions, mollifying herself with the knowledge that Oswald no doubt wanted a look of her ass as much as he wanted her to wash off. She indulged him by bending down to roll her stockings off.
Then she turned the tables on him, spending a good few minutes under the hot water, sudsing and shampooing herself in utter self-indulgence while he could only watch through the pebbled shower door. She knew Oswald had taken especial care to procure a bathtub big enough to accommodate his bulk—now she bet he wished he’d taken equal care with the shower.
At long last, she shut off the water and reached for the towels. Oswald tutted. “My darling, there is such a thing as carrying a joke too far.”
Selina retracted her hand. “Oh? I don’t have time for a good rubdown?”
“Only from me.”
“Are you ready for that?” Selina cooed.
“Can’t you tell?” Oswald asked, looking down at the bubbles which concealed his rotund body.
“I will soon,” Selina promised him, and stepped into the bathwater without further ado.
There weren’t enough soap suds in the world for her to mistake where his erection was, once she’d sunken into the water with it. Her sex was burning hot, but felt the heat coming off Oswald’s endowment like a bright light in the darkness. At the last moment she turned around, giving him another look at her succulent ass. Then it disappeared under the bubbles.
She came down on him slowly, her lower lips splitting apart for his burgeoning cockhead. They came together, him sliding inside of her. Selina groaned softly. Oswald’s pearly teeth tightened on his cigarette holder so exuberantly that it nearly cracked. Her cuntlips spread even wider and he went still deeper.
“Sit in my lap, my China doll,” Oswald told her. “I’ve felt myself all the way inside you before—now I can’t settle for anything else!”
Selina lowered herself all the way, panting as she took more and more. His size was simply unbelievable. Each time she was shocked at how deep it went. She had to lift herself up a little and come back down just to tolerate being so full.
“You’re so big!” Selina gasped. “Oh shit, how can anything feel so big inside me and still fit…?”
His arms wrapped around her body to caress her tits. He molded them in his strong hands, fingers rippling across her stiff nipples to steal her breath away. Selina’s eyes crossed: from the immensely overpowering flood from her skewered asshole to the smaller, more delicate delights flowing from her pleasured piercings, there was not one part of her body not engulfed in feeling.
“Up and down, my dear, like a toy that’s been wound up,” Oswald told her. “Like the monkey with its cymbals or the toy plane with its propeller, you simply must bound up and down!”
He held onto her breasts tightly as she obediently bounced. The sweet rush of sensation struck her body. She felt his damp pubic hairs rub against her sensitive loins, driving her mad with passion.
“It does feel good!” she moaned. “Oh yes, shit yes, feels so good being your toy!”
She’d lost all control. All she could think of was how good this felt and how much more she wanted. She bounced faster, stirring the water to all sides, making it slosh against the edges of the tub and splash out onto the tile. Oswald’s fingers pinched into her swollen breasts hard enough to hurt, but she didn’t care. Everything she felt was delectable in that moment.
“You beautiful bastard,” she sighed. “Oh, I’m so glad I married you. So glad I’m being bred by that fat cock of yours—“
She leaned back and rubbed her back against his chest, bracing her feet against the end of the tub so her hips could twist and weave and pleasure them both with sucking trips up and down his manhood. Then Selina knew there was no more holding back.
“Holy shit!” she cried. “Oh sweet fuck—too good! I can’t take it! It’s too good!”
She was like an animal, doing what an animal would do to reach this momentous delight. Her ass bounced up and down as she added a flood of her juices to the hot water splashing about her quivering body.
Selina quivered a few more times, keeping the rippling water from settling as if she were keeping her passion in motion as well. Then Oswald slipped out of her.
“I believe a more submissive position is in order, my dear. Let’s fully erase that unpleasant quarrel about the shower, hmm?”
Selina nodded wordlessly. There was no arguing; no desire to argue. She bent over the edge of the tub, putting her face down on the bathmat meant to dry one’s feet after their bathing was done.
The subservient gesture felt good to her. At a moment when she owed so much of her pleasure to Oswald, it only felt right that she thank him for it—make it clear that her defiant little gesture had only been a jest, not a show of any discontent. In fact, she felt nothing but contentment, or at least the anticipation of it. She knew how well-satisfied she would be in a few short moments…
With her torso over the side of the bath and her ass stuck high in the air, she was exactly how Oswald wanted his wife.
