The Honeymoon Suite
written by:
oldglassman

THE HONEYMOON SUITE

I glanced in the rear view mirror as I drove away from the hotel, staring at the large H which was brightly emblazoned on the exterior wall, near the top of the tall building. <I wonder just how close that thing is to the honeymoon suite? Not as close as I've been this evening.> I turned onto the entrance ramp to the expressway, noting just how little traffic there was and glanced at the digital clock on the dash. 4:23. <Thank god I don't have to get up and go to work.> My mind started to drift back to the events that lead up to this morning and the dumb, stupid thing I did. <What I did was to get the wildest, best piece of pussy I ever had. Still, it was stupid.> Just that thought began causing me discomfort as the blood began to flood away from my brain and down to my groin. Grasping the crotch of my Tuxedo pants, I tried to adjust it, amazed that it could still function after such an incredible workout I had just spent five hours, eating, getting eaten, fucking and getting fucked, and whatever else a hot, horny male in his mid twenties, and a beautiful, well proportioned, sexy, hot, nineteen year old female do on her wedding night. It was all done on the large, heart-shaped bed in the honeymoon suite. There was just one problem. I wasn't the groom

Where was the groom while all this was taking place? Passed out, dead drunk on the same large, heart-shaped bed beside us.

Let me tell you how it all happened:

Vince and I have been best friends since we were five years old. Same grade school, Junior High, and High School. Both earned football scholarships and went away to college, and for once, not at the same school. He went off to Southern Cal, and I went to Kansas. What was funny, come summer time, and we were both home, it was just like we'd never been separated. Hell, after graduating from college, we both went to work for the same company; Vince in the Engineering Department, and I was in Marketing.

Our interests were nearly identical in almost everything, and that includes our women, but this never caused a problem. If he was dating a girl, I made certain that I never tried to cut in, and visa versa. Trying to make time with the other's girl friend was strictly taboo. We also had an unwritten and unspoken rule not to date an ex girlfriend of the other.

I remember the events that led up to my transgressions. It all started as 8:47pm Friday, September 20, 2002.

Parking my 2001 Mazda MX-5 Miata away from the main area of the Player's Sports Bar, I turned toward Vince to say something when I spotted her walking across the parking lot, and my heart missed several beats. She was with another girl, and the only reason I remember her was it was ‘the other' girl I ended up taking home; not the heart stopper. Vince didn't notice the heart stopper until we were inside.

We both are considered good looking, educated, have good paying jobs, and drive almost new sporty cars. All of which made it a lot easier in picking up females. There was one slight difference though; he was more outgoing and had a great gift of gab, where I was a little on the shy side and usually hesitated before making my approach. It was this hesitation that caused me to lose out dating Ty Embers. Ty was short for Tiffany. While I was trying to decided what was the best way to approach her, Vince was already making his move. The night ended up with him leaving with Ty, and me with her girl friend, Cindy Mathews. Don't feel sorry for me though, Cindy was and is a close runner up in the looks department, and far and away superior in the brain department. In fact, I liked her so much, I'm still dating her, and on several occasions, have thought about asking her to marry me.

I didn't score with Cindy that night, nor on the next date, nor the one after that. In fact about all I got on the first three dates was a few passionate goodnight kisses. Our love life has progressed since then. First, parking and kissing in a dark spot several houses down the street from her house, to caressing her breasts, outside her clothes. Finally inside, and with her bra undone. It was six months before I got to keep my hands between her thighs, and just last month to be able to slip my fingers beneath the leg band of her panties and diddle her pussy. Getting her to reciprocate was just as slow. The night I played with her pussy was the first time I got her to put her hand inside my pants and underwear and touch my cock.

Thank God I was able to occasionally seek out another female to relieve my sexual frustrations. But no matter how many other girls I dated, I found myself asking Cindy for another date.

Vince, in the meantime, claims that he was able to play with Ty's breasts that first night, and by the third date, had his hands inside her panties. A month later, they were having mutual masturbating sessions, but try as he did, he could never talk her into intercourse. Seems as though she had made a vow to someone that she would remain a virgin until her wedding night.(Unbeknownst to Vince, she had been promised $100,000 by a spinster aunt if she kept her hymen intact until after her wedding vows.)

When Vince told me he was planning to ask Ty to marry him, I was really shocked knowing what a cocksman he is. I jokingly accused him using that ploy just to get into her panties. From the look he gave me, I think maybe I had come awfully close to the truth. His ego was bruised.

The date was set, the ring purchased, Cindy was the Brides Maid, and I the Best Man.

Standing next to Vince, watching his soon to be bride walk slowly down the church isle, on the arm of her father, I had the thought that it could have been me she was coming to meet, not my best friend. She was a vision of loveliness; the form fitting white wedding gown actuated her perfect figure. Not even the gossamer veil could hide her angelic face, nor the cupid bow shaped red lips, just asking to me kissed. Suddenly, to my embarrassment, I felt my cock starting to swell and hoped that all eyes were on the bride, not the best man.

Ty's father gave the bride away then sat down as Vince turned and stood beside his soon to be bride; Cindy stood on the left side of her, and I on the right side of Vince. My mind must have been somewhere else as the minister began to speak, but was suddenly brought into focus when Ty started repeating her vows. When Vince was asked to repeat his vows, I found myself repeating them under my breath. <Damn,--I saw her first.> That's what I wanted to say when the minister asked "if anyone knew why Ty and Vince should not be married, speak now or forever hold their peace." I didn't, so he said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Vince lifted her veil, revealing her radiant smile, then my view was blocked as he bent his head down and kissed her. My turn came when the newlyweds stopped in the church foyer. It was just a short, congratulatory kiss, but I felt it clear down to the tip of my swiftly hardening prick.

As soon as the milling crowd dissipated, the photographer took over, and it was nearly an hour before the Bride and Groom, Cindy and I finally made it to the reception hall.

At nine o'clock, the small combo began playing, and the newlyweds were the first on the dance floor. It was then I thought I detected a slight stagger to Vince's walk, and as the evening wore on, it became more noticeable, at least to me; he was getting drunk. Taking him aside, I said, "hey, slow down, buddy, you have a lot of enjoyable work to do this evening."

"I can handle her." He said, but the words were slurred

Around 10:30, Ty pulled me aside. "Cindy's in the bathroom throwing up."

"She hasn't had that much to drink, has she?"

"You know better than that. No, I think she's coming down with something. Maybe you better take her home." I agreed, then waited as Ty went into the bathroom to see if she could help. She emerged a few minutes later supporting a very sick young woman. Between the two of us, we got her outside and into my car. "Doug, please come back after you get her home."

"Okay, but why?"

"To see if you can get Vince to stop drinking."

"Alright." I got in the car and while driving to Cindy's house, I tried to figure out why Vince was getting so soused on such an important night.

"I - s - think --it'ss t—time to do my - my husbandly du-duty." Vince slurred just as the combo stopped playing at midnight. He grabbed Ty's hand and started out the door.

"Darling, you've had too much to drink."

"No sir're, come on."

Ty had to support him as they staggered to his Toyota Spider. The car was bedecked with red and white paper streamers, white tempra paint on the windows and cans tied to the rear bumper. He was able to open the door for her, then staggered around and slipped in behind the wheel, but before he could start the engine, he slumped sideways, passed out cold.

"Damn. Darling, wake up" Ty said, pushing and shaking her new husband. When he didn't respond, she hollered, "Doug."

I was just starting to get into my car when she called so I went over to see if I could help. I had seen him like this just one other time, when his mother had died. Then he was out of it for nearly eight hours then.

"I think you better drive us to the hotel." Ty said.

"Okay." It took a considerable effort to get him into the passenger seat after Ty got into the back, then I drove them to the Hilton Hotel unmindful of the stares from the people in other cars, after all, all they could see was Vince and me in the front seats.

Ty had the key to the honeymoon suite and between the two of us, we were able to get him into the hotel by the back way, onto the elevator and up to the fifteenth floor.

I thought Ty was holding up admirably through all the struggling, but as soon as we deposited his limp form on the large, heart shaped bed, she began to cry. Being the gentleman that I am, I gently put my arm around her shoulders and she buried her face against my chest.

"Th - this is my wedding night, and - and look at him." I could see him as I looked over her shoulder, but I could also feel her soft breasts rubbing against my chest as she sobbed. My hands went around her back, slowly pulling her tighter and tighter.

"For - for five years, I - I've been saving myself for this night, and now look at what's happened."

"There's always tomorrow night." I tried to sooth away some of her disappointment, but holding her this close, and breathing in her perfume, I could feel my prick starting to act up.

"Damnit, it's not the same, this in my wedding night." She looked up at me and for the first time, I caught the faint smell of alcohol on her breath, but I knew she was a long ways from being drunk. Whether consciously or unconsciously, I felt her groin press against my growing bulge and my hand slipped lower, resting on the soft curve of her butt.

"You - you don't know how hard it's been, trying to keep my - my virginity. Not just Vince, but everyone else I dated. They all tried to - to get into my - my panties."

"I can't blame them. You're so beautiful. Hell you can't possibly know how often I've dreamed of being the one you came down the aisle to meet."

"You have? I didn't know. Why didn't you ask me out?" Her blue eyes looked at me questioning.

"Cause he asked first."

"What's that have to do with it?"

"An unwritten law between the two of us, we don't infringe on the other's territory."

"Baloney! Well tonight, the law is going to be broken." Her hand moved up my neck to the back of my head and forced my face down to hers. The moment our lips touched, her tongue darted into my mouth. <This is wrong,> I thought as my lips parted then my tongue slipped over hers and entered her mouth. She pushed against the back of my head even harder as I moved both hands over her butt cheeks, pressing her mons tight against my now rock hard cock. I felt her raise up on her toes and center the curve of her mons against my boner.

A sense of conscience suddenly came over me and I pulled my face away from hers. "This is wrong." I managed to say, weakly.

"Wrong or not, I am going to lose my virginity tonight, and if he's too drunk to take it, then it up to you."

"What if I say no, I won't do that to him?"

"Then damnit, I'll find someone that will. The bars still open. Now, what will it be?" She rotated her lower belly against mine.

"Well, if you put it that way." I shut up and pressed my lips against hers, then grasped the tab of the zipper on her wedding gown and slowly lowered it to her waist. For the first time, I felt the smooth, warm skin of her back.

It wasn't long before I had the clasp of her brassiere undone, then lowered her dress and bra from her shoulders. She loosened her grip on my neck just enough to let her gown fall away from her breasts.

I looked down and gazed on the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Not a flaw. The rosy pink areolas were swollen, but still perfectly round, with the nipples sticking out from the center. I had to get my mouth on them. Bending down, I took her left nipple between my lips and gently sucked it into my mouth. I moved one hand up and closed my fingers around the rounded flesh, and marveled at the firmness, but also the softness of her right breast.

"Yesssss." She moaned, pushing her chest against my face.

As I suckled her breast, her hands were busy, pushing and pulling her gown down, over the flair of her hips. When she let loose, it slithered down her legs to puddle around her ankles.

It wasn't till I moved my hand around her body and down to her buttocks that I realized she had undressed and was standing in front of me in just her small, white thong panties, garter belt and sheer white hose. Wanting to see the rest of her, I slowly kissed and licked my way down to her belly button.

Now I've seen a few belly buttons in my short life time, but hers was the prettiest, sexiest, most kissable I'd ever seen. It was deep enough that I thought about putting the head of my cock in there. Instead, I kissed and tongued it as I slid my hands along the outside of her thighs. She shifted her feet slightly, and the most heavenly aroma drifted up to my nostrils. My cock got harder than it's ever been. It was then Ty tugged on my ears, pulling my face lower until my chin caught on the elastic waist band of her thong.

I started to pull her thong aside, then did something I'd never done before. I closed my teeth on the elastic band and began tugging it down, exposing her nearly bald mons. My nose was right in front of the junction of her slightly parted thighs and now I could inhale the full fragrance of her virgin sex, breathing it in through my nose, exhaling out my mouth. I didn't realize that my hot breath was flowing across the tender lips of her pussy, but she was, and pulled my face tight against her lower belly.

"Oh God, kiss me, hurry."

With her tugging at my ears, I didn't think she meant to kiss her on the mouth. Grasping her flimsy panties, I whisked them down her legs and pressed my mouth against the upper curve of her sex. She tried to spread her feet, but the panties and gown were in the way.

"The bed, let me get on the bed." She cried, letting loose of my ears and quickly stepping out of the puddle of clothing on the floor.

I rose to my feet just in time to watch her naked ass as she climbed onto the red velvet coverlet on the heart shaped bed. As she turned onto her back, I saw Vince, fully clothed, lying just a couple feet away and hesitated. <Shit, I can't do this. He's my best friend.>

"You can't stop now." Ty cried, reaching out for me and parting her legs enough so I could see the swollen lips hiding her vagina

My eyes went back to that beautiful female body; two perfectly formed breasts, flat tummy with the cutest dimple and the small patch of hair that seemed to point to the promise land. <The hell I can't.> I took the three steps that brought me to her side. As I put my knee on the bed, I grasped her left knee, pulling it aside, then pushed her right knee away and got my first glimpse of her pussy. It was beautiful; Michelangelo couldn't have painted one as perfect. It was what Venus Di Milo's pussy would look like if she had posed like Ty was now. I was mesmerized.

"God, hurry." She reached out and again grasped my ears, yanking my face to her groin

<Damn, that hurt.>I thought just as my mouth slammed against her outer lips. Seconds later, I forgot all about my ears hurting and thrust my tongue between those lips and into her vagina. I was in heaven. The nectar flowing from her was the wine of the gods. I drank her sweet wine for a while, then munched on the little button hidden just behind another fold of lips. She went wild, moaning, and sobbing, as her body heaved and twisted on the bed. What kept Vince from coming to, I'll never know, but thank god he didn't. I'd be dead instead of writing this.

I lost track of her orgasms, (hell who counts at a time like this) but still I was content to just continue feasting between her legs. It was she that wanted more.

"Now, damn it, now." Again, she tugged on my ears. (The thought didn't occur to me at the time, but later, I looked in the mirror to make sure they didn't look like Spock's). I started to slid up her body, then realized I was still fully dressed.

Rolling off the bed, I pulled the suspenders attached to my tux pants down, then quickly opened the zipper and pushed my trousers and shorts down my legs. I nearly stumbled as I did a balancing act removing shoes and socks then my pants. When I straightened and started to unbutton my shirt, I saw her looking at my swaying cock. I'm proud of my equipment, though it's a long way from being porn star quality; seven inches long and just over six inches in girth. Tonight, it felt even bigger. Her eyes never left it as I shed my shirt and climbed back on the bed and between her widely spread thighs. As I grasped my cock, I suddenly had the thought. <I'm about to fuck my best friends wife.> I looked to my right, maybe just to make sure he was still out, then leaned forward and guided my cock between those wet, swollen lips.

As the head separated the lips of her pussy, I looked at her angelic face. There was a sensuous smile on her lips as she waited for me to enter her. One last time my conscience got to me. "Are you sure?"

"Yesssss. This is the night I've waited for all my life. Now do it."

Without further ado, I pressed forward. The head slipped inside and I saw her take a little sharp breath. I pressed in another inch. God she was tight, but so wet and eager I had no trouble pressing in another inch.

"Oh - yesssss. Oh - hold it." She sighed, reaching out for me. This time, she closed her arms around my neck instead of pulling my ears.

I pulled back, nearly slipping out, then pushed back in. This time, I felt her winch but I didn't stop until my belly was pressed against her mons. How I wanted to savor the moment, that special moment when my prick is totally surrounded by a strange, warm, wet, pussy for the first time, especially one so beautiful, and a virgin one at that. But she would have none of it.

Bracing her feet against the red velvet coverlet, she began bucking and humping, grinding her pelvis against mine. "Do it, baby. - - Oh God it feels good. - - Do it."

I complied. Bracing the palms of my hands on either side of her body, I drew my hips back and drove my cock deep inside her. Her pelvis pushed upward, meeting my thrust, then it was repeated time and time again until I felt the cum boiling in my nuts. It was much too soon, but I had no control over my actions. "Damn, I'm - cumming." Jamming my groin against her I shot my load deep, deep, deep inside her.

"Aaaaaugh." She groaned holding her buttocks off the springy mattress as I filled her womb.

Whether we held that pose for ten seconds, or ten minutes, I don't know, then slowly she lowered her buttocks to the bed, pulling me with her. We lay silently for several more minutes, catching our breath before I slowly pulled out. Neither noticed the flood of juices flowing from her open pussy and spreading over the red velvet coverlet. I rolled onto my back, closed my eyes and stretched my left arm out to the side, striking something. Startled, I looked to my left. <Awww shit,> I thought. <What the hell have I done?>

Before my conscience could set my thinking straight, Ty rolled toward me, raising her torso over mine, her face just inches from mine and her breasts were lightly grazing my chest. <To hell with him, the dumb shit.> I couldn't resist those pouty lips. The kiss was one I'll remember the rest of my life; loving, tender, yet so full of passion, it started the fires burning in my groin again.

"That was awesome. Even in my wildest dreams about my wedding night, I never imagined it would feel like this. Thank you." Her lips descended to mine again and our tongues began a sensuous duel and I caressed the smooth skin of her back and bottom.

So engrossed in feeling the beautiful buttocks, I was unaware of her caresses until I felt her fingers close around my semi hard prick. It was sticky with our combined juices, but that didn't stop her from pulling on it, then sliding her hands along its growing length. Involuntarily, I began humping her hand. Pulling her lips from mine, she whispered, "this is something else I've dreamed about." With that said, she began kissing down my body, first paying homage to my male tits then down across my stomach, through the curly pubic hair and stopped for just a moment at the base of my cock.

Maybe it was the stickiness and odor of our combined juices that caused her to pause, but what ever it was, she didn't hesitate long and kissed her way up to the tip. She didn't stop there either, kissing all around the head, then down the under side and over each testicle. She didn't go any lower. Then much to my delight, she closed her lips around the head and slowly slipped her mouth down until I felt the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat. I wasn't just in 7th heaven, but 10th , 15th, and more. Tugging at her hips, I pulled her around and began caressing her buttocks.

I wasn't planning on kissing her vagina after we'd just had sex, but she had other ideas, lifting her leg across my face, and I found myself staring up at that beautiful sex box of hers again. I couldn't resist, though my cum was still smeared all over her groin. Pulling her down, I pressed my mouth to those swollen lips and forced them apart with my tongue.

The minute she felt my tongue, she began to grind her pelvis in circles, even pressing her anus back against my nose. I was too aroused to think about it and was soon awarded with her fresh juice. My hands weren't idle; sometimes my thumb would replace my nose, and other times when I was munching on her clit, my fingers were acting like small penises, plunging in and out of her glorious pussy. Again, I lost track of her orgasms, but I couldn't ignore mine; it was approaching fast and I didn't have time to warn her. The cum rocketed up the shaft and exploded deep down her throat.

She gagged and I tried to push her away but she wouldn't budge. Slipping her lips to the end, she swallowed, and swallowed again, not letting a single drop ooze past her lips, then she started jacking, squeezing, and sucking until she'd drained every ounce from my nuts.

"My God, girl, enough."

Finally, she lifted off my cock, turned and smiled. "That was another thing I dreamed about doing on my wedding night." With that said, she scooted around, flattening her breasts against my chest and planted her lips against mine. Again, our tongues intertwined.

We kissed and held each other for nearly ten minutes before she wiggled off the bed and headed for the bathroom, my eyes following her all the way. "God, what an ass." I said, more to myself, but I guess she heard, stopped in the doorway, and looking over her shoulder, wagged those beautiful buns at me, then disappeared, closing the door behind her.

After the door closed, my eyes went back to the sleeping figure beside me. <What the hell will he do when finds out what I did? Shit, I better pack my bags and leave town, knowing the temper he has. - Hell, it wasn't my fault. Maybe I better get out of here, now.> I swung my feet off the bed just as the bathroom door opened again. I turned and watched as she walked toward me and my resolve vanished again.

Ty walked up to the side of the bed stopping between my spread thighs. I reached around her waist and she leaned forward, presenting her breast to my hungry mouth. I suckled on it like a baby drinking milk as she stroked my neck and the back of my head. My cock started swelling again.

"It keeps getting better and better." She whispered.

"What does?"

"The things that I dreamt about for this night."

I should have known better, but I asked, "dream about anything else?"

With a wicked smile on her lips, she looked down at me and answered, "yesss, do you feel up to it?" as she rubbed her breasts across my face.

"I'll die trying."

"Ooooh goodie." She squealed, giving me a playful push back on the bed. My head bounced off Vince's stomach and I quickly scrambled around, hoping to god I didn't awaken him. She knelt on the bed beside me, gently taking hold of my slightly bloated cock. "This will have to get hard for what I have in mind." With that, she bent over and closed her lips over the head, sucking it deep into her mouth.

After nearly ten minutes of sucking and jacking she was satisfied that my cock had achieved the necessary rigidity for her needs. Lifting her head, she scrambled about, placing her knees on either side of my hips, and holding my cock upright, positioned it between the swollen pink lips of her pussy. My cock was wet with her saliva, and her pussy wet with her excitement, so she easily slid down my shaft till she was sitting on my thighs. "Aaaaaaah." She sighed, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, shaking out her long blond hair.

Watching her pussy sliding down my cock started the cum boiling in my nuts. <No way, not yet.> I thought, reaching up and closing my fingers around those beautifully shaped breasts. Luckily, I curbed my desires and concentrated on watching her as she posted up and down my shaft. The urge backed off. With one hand, I reached around her hip and fingered her anus. When I touched that forbidden hole, her eyes flew open, then closed and pressed back against my naughty finger. Gathering moisture off my cock, I pushed my finger up her bottom and felt her shudder with another orgasm. When it subsided, she leaned down and gently pressed her mouth against mine. What a loving, tender kiss. Wow!

I hadn't cum yet so I whispered, "any other dreams?"

"Would you think I'm naughty if I said, yes?"

"I think it would be a crying shame if you had said, no. Want to try it?"

"Oh yessss! She squealed, quickly pulling her pussy off my very hard shaft. I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was willing to try anything, so it didn't surprise me when she scrambled off the bed and pulled me with her.

Standing side by side, she turned, lightly kissed my lips then climbed back on the bed, only this time she was on her hands and knees, her butt facing me. "Like this." She said, wiggling her ass at me. What a beautiful sight.

I couldn't resist. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between those two soft globes. I had never thought about kissing any girl there before, the thought had sickened me, but not at that moment. My actions took her completely by surprise, and before she could protest, I got to my feet, grasped my cock and pointed it at the little puckered hole. I knew she couldn't take me there, so quickly lowered my aim and hit my target head on.

Her pussy hadn't recovered from having me in there just moments before, and I buried myself in just one quick thrust.

"Yesssss! Yessssssss!" She cried, pushing back against my thighs. I grasped her hips and began pounding away; our flesh slapping together sounded like I was spanking her.

Suddenly, she dropped her shoulders to the bed and buried her face into the red velvet coverlet and let out a loud moan. It was too much for me. I emptied another load of cum inside her pussy. I pulled out, exhausted, and staggered back, finally collapsing on a nearby chair. Ty didn't move, and I was presented with the sight of that wonderful ass sticking up in the air, her vagina wide open and my cum running down her thighs. If I had had the strength, I would have gotten up and pushed my face right between those wonderful globes.

Ty finally moved, rolled onto her side, looked at me and smiled. "Any more ‘wants' on your wedding night?" I asked, knowing that if she had, and it concerned using my cock, I wouldn't be able to do it. <Now if it was a request using my tongue - - - ,> I thought.

"Just one."

"What's that?" I asked, hoping it did have something to do with our tongues.

I saw the wicked little smile form on her lips again. "That when I wake up, I can do it all over again."

"I don't think it would be a very good idea for me to spend the night."

"I think you're right"

"Yeah, I guess so." Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of the chair and gathered up my clothes. When I was dressed, I walked to the side of the bed, leaned down and kissed her lips, under her chin, down her neck and across both nipples. I kissed her perfect navel on the way down to the junction of her legs. Those beautiful lips were still sticky with our juices, but that didn't deter me from kissing them. I heard her sigh and thought about staying the night anyway, but common sense prevailed and I walked toward the bedroom door.

"Thank you Doug. It was every thing I dreamed about on my wedding night."

"Can we do it again some time?" I asked from the doorway.

"I don't think so, after all, I'm married now."