Married at Sixteen

Chapter 4: Honeymoon - Part III

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Frederick:

Last night I fell asleep on the couch of the living for two reasons. One was because was exhausted of swimming so much just find that necklace and the second was because of Joy. Last night when she kissed me I felt myself blush and my heartbeat started to get faster. I don't know why but the pureness, innocence, and honesty of that kissed just affected me so much. I woke up with my head comfortable on top of something. As my view cleared I noticed it was Joy's legs. Now this was provocation and since I had no worked to do, I ought to have some fun. She was wearing a green sundress and her curls were tied up in a ponytail. She was reading a book so she probably wouldn't notice me.

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I slip my hand under her dress and gently pull it all the way up into her underwear. She is a bit hairy but it's not that big of a deal. I start wiggling my finger a little bit and as soon as she feels it she moans loudly. "Fred," she complains and moans at the same time. I intensify my movements and start to sit up. I sit her on my lap and finally insert my finger into her; she is completely wet by now. I pull down her sleeves and her breast pop out off the top of dress. I place my mouth on it and start sucking it hard. Her moans get louder and louder each time. Maybe this was the time I could finally do her. Just the thought of it makes me feel so good. I take my mouth of her chest and start kissing her gently.

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Suddenly the doorbell rings. How come there was always something to interrupt us. I let her go and redress her. She gives me a death stare and picks up her book again. I walk towards the door to see who it is. It was one of my body guards. I opened the door and he hands me a letter. Who in their right mind would send a letter when somebody was on their honeymoon? Who in their right mind sends letters in 2014? And that's when it hit me, it was probably my mother.

And I was right. The letter went on talking about how much she missed me. Also how she was hoping that I wasn't too immersed in work and to actually have some fun with my wife. Lastly she wrote to me asking to bring her news of some grandchildren, if she only knew how much I was trying.

While I was reading the letter Joy had entered the kitchen and was preparing something to eat, which was good since I was hungry. I go upstairs to change and take a bath. As soon as I enter the room I am greeted with a huge mess everywhere. Probably I should have slept here like that Joy wouldn't have made such a huge mess.

"Fred, help!" I hear Joy scream from downstairs. I leave the mess in the room and go check on her. As soon as I reach the kitchen I see black smoke, but the fire alarm hadn't being turned on since there was a pancake stuck on it. I look at Joy and see her holding a pan that's on fire. I go towards her and take the handle from her hand and place the pan on the floor.

"Idiot, you could have gotten yourself killed!" I scold her immediately.

She looks down, "I'm sorry; I just really wanted to try pancakes since I had never eaten them." She said innocently. I just sighed, how could she be so innocent?

An hour and a half later I had already cleaned the room, prepared some pancakes for Joy, and taken a shower. I came back down with a bathrobe on. I noticed she had already finished her pancakes and was placing the plate in the sink. I look at her and notice there is some syrup left over her mouth. I thought this would be the perfect payback and at the same time I could get those grandchildren for my mother.

I pick up Joy in a princess style and she start to complain. I just ignore her and take her to the room.

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I place her on the bed gently and right away get on top off her, making sure she didn't escape. I start licking off the syrup from her face and she just lies there still, watching my every move. I started to kiss her gently and her hands placed themselves on my cheeks. Without another second to waste I start to remove her dress and she does the same to me by removing my robe. Then we just lie there naked. My lustful side takes the best of me and I start kissing her again, trying to distract her from the pain she was about to feel. I insert myself gently into her and she breaks off the kiss and moans loudly. She feels so nice inside that I just can't help myself and start moving quick into her, her moans also increase. I keep on kissing her neck, mouth, and nipples as I keep going with my action down below. I finally had her, she was all mine now.

She suddenly holds unto me tightly as I started getting rougher. She opens her eyes for a moment and looks at me. I expected to see some kind of disgust or hate towards me but what I saw instead took me by surprise. Her eyes were reflecting relief, even though her body was receiving pain, her facial features seemed relaxed. I started to slow down and this time she kissed me back. I could feel myself beginning to ejaculate, but I didn't care about that anymore. I just wanted to make sure she actually felt pleasure from this. I wanted to make sure she was happy, but why?

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Joy:

I woke up in my husband's arms. He had finally succeeded in taking my virginity. The strangest thing was I wasn't angry. Even though it was painful I was glad he was doing it and not somebody else. I look at the clock in the bedside table and it marks 9:35 pm. There was no point in getting up by now. I turn around and I am now facing the sleeping face of my husband. I couldn't help but touch it. As my hand gently touched his cheek his face twitched a little and he woke up.

"Hey," He mumbled with a sleepy voice, "are you ok?"

I nodded; his hand came towards my face and started to move some of my hair out of the way. How could he be so gently? Before he was just an egocentric cocky bastard, but now he seemed so sweet. "It's already night time, 9:35 pm to be exact," I said as he placed his hand on my cheek.

"Really? Well it's too late to get out of bed," He replied.

I moved closer towards him and said "I thought the same thing."

"Well but you didn't think about this," after saying those words he gave me a mischievous smile and I knew I had made a mistake of waking him up. He approached me and started kissing me and like always my body responded back.

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He got on top of me again and continued kissing me. He cupped one of my breasts in his hands and started massaging it slowly. Even though before I despised him, now I couldn't hide the fact of how much I wanted him. His head went under the sheets and down towards my thigh. He started kissing them and leaving hickeys all over them. Eventually he reached my flower and started licking and sucking it. I could feel myself get wet immediately as I moaned loudly.

"You are already wet, I can see how badly you want me," he said as he popped his head out off the sheets and was on my breasts. He started sucking my nipple as he gently inserted himself into me. This time it didn't hurt as much as the first. I could feel him moving in and out of me, and I was actually enjoying it. I now understood why people always wanted sex so badly. I grabbed his face and kissed him gently. I started to insert my tongue into his mouth as he finally ejaculated inside of me and he kissed me back.

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That night we did it so many times that I lost count. Even though now I was enjoying it, deep down I knew some new trouble would rise.