A Honeymoon to Remember – Part 4

Greetings, everyone, bitches and horny dogs! I hope you’re all doing well. In the previous part, you learned about how my journey of love began with Ammu, my dream girl. For those who have been following along from the start, I appreciate it and hope you’re enjoying the story.

Now, let’s pick up where we left off last time. The air in the Honeymoon Cottage was thick with anticipation. Every corner of the room was an altar to the pleasures we were about to explore. Still, there was more to explore.
I felt pity for her.

I looked at her lying before me. Her wrists were bound to the headboard by handcuffs. I again put the blindfold over her eyes and a bigger dildo in her mouth so that she could not request. Her body trembled with excitement. The blindfold rendered her vulnerable and nervous.

She might be thinking it would be better not to request anything. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. I leaned in close, my lips hovering just above her ear. “Tonight, Ammu, you’re mine, and it is just the beginning of a long night. Better you don’t speak. Only enjoy,” I whispered, my voice low and rough with desire.

She shivered at the sound. Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, a soft, breathy moan escaped her throat. I felt a surge of power as I had reduced her to a quivering, eager vessel ready to be filled with pleasure. My hand trailed down her body.

I reached the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Ammu’s breath hitched. My fingers traced circles on her pussy, teasing her. Building the anticipation until I could feel her muscles tense. Slowly, I inserted my finger inside her pussy. I was feeling the heat radiating from her pussy lips.

I edged closer to the place where she wanted me most, and with my thumb, I pressed her clitoris. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked, my voice a teasing murmur. She nodded, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants. She was moving her hip, pressing over my finger.

I know she was excited more than enough and may squirt soon. But I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet. I withdraw my finger out to make her beg, to turn her into a creature of pure need. I took one erect nipple between my teeth and flicked my tongue over it.

It made her arch off the bed. She cried out, but only a muffled voice escaped her mouth. The handcuffs rattled softly. I sucked her breast with a mix of tenderness and brutality. Alternating between gentle licks and harsh bites that left her gasping. Leaving a red bite mark over the previous bite mark.
“Pee….le…ase…..” she whispered, the word barely audible due to the dildo in her mouth. But it was enough to drive me on. Enough to make me want to take her to the edge and beyond. I again slid my hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready.

Her hips bucked as my fingers brushed against her clitoral area. I smiled against her skin. I gave her a few teasing strokes, just enough to make her squirm in uncontrolled pleasure. I was denying her the release she was so desperate for. The sound of her frustrated whimper sent a thrill through me.

I knew it was time to take this to a further, more intensive level. Reaching over to the tray beside the bed, I selected a larger, thicker anal plug. Its size promised an even more intense experience. I shifted her position. Lifting her ass slightly off the bed to remove the medium-sized plug from her asshole.

She stiffened, her breath catching. She thought I was about to free her from the pain of an anal plug. But blindfolded, she could only feel the absence of the previous plug. Unaware of the bigger, thicker one I was about to introduce.
I could feel her body relaxing beneath me.

As she breathed deeply, her body began to relax. Her anal muscles expanded and contracted. My thumb brushed over her entrance, sensing the moment her body was ready. With slow motion, I pressed the new, larger plug against her. The cool, hard surface teased her sensitive skin.

Her breath hitched as she felt the size of the new plug. The realization of its girth sent a shiver through her body. I took my time, gently easing the plug into her, allowing her body to adjust to the new sensation. I worked the plug in inch by inch, letting her feel every stretch.

Every inch filled her more than she had anticipated. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. I could feel her trembling beneath me. Her breaths came in short, uneven gasps. She experienced the gradual, tantalizing stretch. As the plug finally slipped fully into place, her body clenched around it.

Her entire body trembled as she gripped the bed sheets. Her fingers dug into the fabric. Tears start rolling from her eyes. The tightness, the fullness—it was almost too much. Yet she craved more. Her muffled cries echoed through the room, mixing with the heady scent of arousal.

I could see her body twist in ecstasy, driving her to the edge. She arched her back, and her breath came in ragged gasps. It spoke of the extreme pain and pleasure coursing through her. Each subtle movement of the plug sent shockwaves of sensation, heightening the intensity of every moment.

In the dim, intimate light, she was lost in the sensation. The erotic pleasure consumed her body and mind we were engaged in. I didn’t give her time to recover. As soon as the plug was in place, I lowered my head between her legs. My tongue flicked out to taste the sweet, salty tang of her arousal.

Ammu’s reaction was immediate. Her body jerked violently, her moans turning into high-pitched cries. I licked and sucked at her most sensitive spot. Her thighs quivered on either side of my head. I could feel the tension coiling in her, tighter and tighter, until it was almost unbearable.

Her teary eyes and muffled voice were desperate now. Each breathless plea drove me to push her further. I took a medium-sized dildo and slid it into her. The thrusts match the rhythm of my tongue licking and teasing her clitoris. Driving her pleasure and arousal higher.

Her cries turned into sobs of joy. Her body trembling as she neared the orgasm. I could feel her pussy tightening around the dildo. Her muscles tensed as she climbed toward the release of her nectar. “Come for me, Ammu,” I whispered, my voice a dark, seductive command. And with that, she shattered.

She screamed while still blindfolded, dildo in her mouth and pussy. The orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing as she squirted. Her release soaked the sheets beneath us. But I didn’t stop. I continued to play with her, prolonging her pleasure.

When she finally came down, her body was limp. I felt pity for her, seeing tears flowing through her blindfold. I removed the blindfold, unlocked the handcuffs, and removed the dildo from her mouth. She let out a loud moan and tried to breathe hard when I opened my pants and underwear in one go.

My hard dick saluted her. Ammu barely had time to catch her breath. I guided her down the floor, positioning her so that her mouth was level with my throbbing erection. I could see the lust and exhaustion warring in her eyes. She took me into her mouth.

Her lips closed around me in a tight, wet heat that made my head spin. She was sucking slowly and swirling her tongue around my dick. She is becoming a professional-level expert. She took my dick out and spit over the head, and started licking the dick head. It was leaking precum.

She moved her tongue in every possible way she could. I was burning with pleasure. Then she shifted to my balls and started chewing them with her lips. She put one ball in her mouth and tried to suck the ball. Her mouth grip became tighter around my ball.

She played with my dick head with her finger and started stroking my shaft with her hand. Still sucking my ball, it swelled up inside her mouth. Her hair cascaded over her face as she focused on me with a sultry intensity. Her lips wrapped around one of my balls.

The sensation was electrifying. Each gentle suck sent waves of pleasure through my body. She moved with precision, releasing the first ball before her hand wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers stroked me with a firm grip, pushing my foreskin back over my shaft.

With her other hand free, she held my other ball and let her tongue dart out to lick the other ball. Her touch was so delicate yet so powerful. I could feel the pulse of pleasure with every flick of her tongue. The rhythm she created between stroking and licking brought me to a state of ecstasy.

It was a moment of perfect harmony, a joyful desire that left me breathless. Her sultry style was intoxicating. She sucked and licked with such devotion and skill. But as she paused to push her hair back, her hand momentarily leaving my shaft, something inside me snapped.

The sight of her, so focused and determined, ignited a deep need in me to take control. I reached my hand down and firmly grasped her head, guiding her mouth back to my dick. She looked up at me with a mix of submission and desire. I knew she was ready to give me everything.

Her lips parted as she took half of my shaft into her mouth. With a subtle nudge, she began to move. Her mouth slid up and down my length with increasing intensity. “Good girl,” I groaned, the words slipping out. My hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with a mixture of control and tenderness.

Ammu moaned softly, the vibrations of her voice sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she deep-throated me. Her gaze watering slightly as she took me deeper and deeper. Tears rolled from her eyes down to her cheek.

I put my dick inside her throat for some time. She gasped for air, and precum mixed with her gas juice was flowing through the side of her mouth. She tried to pull her head back and take some air. The sight of her—completely surrendered, completely devoted to my pleasure—was almost too much.

I loosen her hair, and she pulls her mouth back and gasps some air. Then again, I push my dick inside her, pushing hard and deep with each stroke. Her dedication and willingness to give herself to me fully brought me to the brink of release. I could feel the tension building up in my ball.

The need to finish overwhelmed me. But I held back, pulling my dick out of her mouth just before I reached the edge. I wanted this to last—to feel every moment of her touch. She looked up at me, her lips swollen due to the continuous dildo inside her mouth for a long time and my vigorous mouth fuck.

Her eyes were glazed, reflecting a blend of lust and exhaustion that made her look even more beautiful. As she gazed up at me with such devotion, I knew that this was more than just pleasure. It was a deep, sensual connection that brought us closer with every touch and every breath.

The night was still young, and the intensity of our passion promised more to come. I gently pushed her onto her back, her body yielding to my touch. I positioned myself above her. My cock nestled between her soft, warm breasts. Without a word, her hands moved to press her boobs together around my dick.

As I began to thrust, the titfuck sent sparks of pleasure through my body. The sensation of her skin against me was too much to bear. I reached down to pinch her nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. My other hand roamed to her lips. I traced the outline of her mouth.

She responded eagerly, sucking gently on my fingers. The warmth of her breasts and the way they surrounded my shaft were intoxicating. Each thrust of the titfuck sent waves of pleasure through us both. “You’re such a good girl,” I murmured, my voice thickening with desire and affection.

Ammu whimpered beneath me. Her body arched off the bed as I increased the pace, moving faster and harder. She pressed her breasts together even tighter, amplifying the sensation. Her eyes locked onto mine with a pure, unfiltered need. I could see the desperation in her gaze, her craving for my release.

How deeply she wanted to feel the culmination of our passion. As I neared the orgasm, I slipped my fingers from her mouth. I let both hands caress her breasts, squeezing them around my shaft. With one final, powerful thrust, I let go, the orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me breathless.

I watched as my release spilt onto her. Painting her face with my cum, the thick, warm liquid dripping down her lips, cheeks, chin, and neck. It was a sight of pure erotic beauty. The evidence of our connection was displayed so vividly on her skin.

Spent and overwhelmed, I collapsed beside her. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Ammu, her eyes still heavy with desire, licked her lips, liking the taste of my juice. She slid her hand down to her chin. Collecting the remaining cum on her fingers before bringing them to her mouth.

I realized how much she had become like my sister Juhi, a true lover of men’s juice. She licked every drop of cum. The way she enjoyed every drop of juice, was evidence of a connection between us.  But I wasn’t done. I massaged the cum into her skin, smearing it over her breasts and her nipples.

Ammu’s breath hitched as I teased her sensitive flesh over her boobs. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks of her earlier orgasm. She was still needy, still desperate. I could see the hunger in her eyes. I leaned down to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.

I was hard despite cumming so hard. I teased her for a while, letting my fingers drift lower. Brushing against her pussy just enough to make her moan but not enough to satisfy her. I wanted her to beg, pleading for more. I gently guided her to position herself on all fours.

My voice was soft as I told her I was going to remove the anal plug. She happily complied. Her body arched gracefully into the doggy position, a beautiful display of trust and openness. I saw her ass with an anal plug there. I took my time, my hands tenderly caressing her curves.

I played with the plug, tugging on it gently and twisting it slightly, just enough to make her squirm and whimper. With each subtle movement, I watched her reactions closely. Her body responded to my touch. I teased her, pretending to remove the plug.

I pulled the plug out and then pushed it back in, deeper this time. The sensation was intoxicating. I continued to play. An idea came to mind—not to dominate or overpower, but to share an intense, passionate connection with her. I finally decided to remove the plug.

I did so with care, watching her breathe deeply as I slowly withdrew it. Her ass hole was wide open due to the plug placed there for a long time. With each breath, it was expanding. I got excited by the open hole. I positioned myself behind her, guiding my cock to her entrance with a tender, deliberate touch.

The sound that escaped her lips. I filled her was a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her body responded to the new sensation with a deep, primal need. She cried out softly in pain as I entered her. Her body tightened around me.

But it wasn’t just about the physical sensation. It was about the love and trust we shared. The way her body and soul opened up to me completely. Her hands clutched at the sheets, her fingers gripping the fabric. I began to move, not with force but with a rhythm that matched the beat of our hearts.

Each thrust was full of passion, sending waves of pleasure through us both—a beautiful, shared experience. I reached forward, my fingers gently tangling in her hair, pulling her back slightly. I could see her face. Her expression was one of pure ecstasy.

Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes fluttering closed, and tears rolling down her cheeks with each surge of pleasure. “Tell me how much you want this,” I whispered, my voice filled with affection and desire. Not a command but an invitation for her to express the depth of her feelings.

“Please,” she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need us to be one.”

“Beg for it,” I growled, my hand tightening in her hair. “Beg for me to fuck you harder.”

“Please,” she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. “Please, fuck me harder; I need it. I need you.”

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