Canon Ch. 06

Their kiss was sweet and lingering, though not inappropriately deep; and when they turned to face the congregation and make their way back down the aisle, there was one more unusual occurrence.

Everyone present stood and applauded, and there were few dry eyes watching them as they walked toward the doors. A few watchers caught a glimpse of Amy's pretty bare feet, and smiled. They guessed rightly that it had a special private meaning for the unusual couple.

Amy's little feet were spared the rough sidewalk on the way to their limousine, though. There was a blue carpet laid. There was also a double row of young Marines in dress uniform - ten men and two women - waiting on either side of it.

As they exited the church, the young sergeant who led the honor guard gave the command - and the Marines smartly unsheathed their swords, held them upright before their eyes, and then crossed them high above the carpet.

Geoff and Amy smiled at each other, then began walking together beneath the steel salute to more applause. To the watching crowd's delight, they stopped and kissed again under the last pair of blades - sweetly and properly, again.

But once they were safe behind the tinted windows of the limousine, their kiss was rather longer and more intimate. They gazed into each other's eyes afterward, hands clasped between them.

"Hello, Mrs. Rider," the old man whispered.

"Hello, husband," the young girl whispered back.

---

They did not stay long at the reception, where they received congratulations and good wishes from the few dozen invited guests - and where Amy, following tradition, was kissed by a lot of envious soldiers.

After the traditional cutting of the cake and feeding it to to each other - Geoff declined to press it in her face - Amy tossed her bouquet, which was caught by a laughing young woman in Navy uniform. Geoff fired a garter from his fingertip like a rubber band into a group of grinning Marines. Everyone assumed that he had removed it from Amy's leg in the limo. He hadn't.

Amy danced with her proud, damp-eyed father, and then with her husband as her father took the floor with her mother.

After the first dance, at Geoff's suggestion, they changed partners. Frank was delighted to hold his daughter as they danced for a few moments more.

As they danced, Geoff looked into Ellie's eyes, so like Amy's, and murmured, "You know, Ellie, I never told you how hard it was for me to send you back to Frank that time."

She looked up at him, shocked, then delighted. "Thank you, Geoffrey," she said. "That makes me feel good." She squeezed the old hand that held hers. "I'm glad you did, though."

He smiled back. "It was the right thing to do."

"Yes, it was," she said. And as the music ended, she added, "But I'll tell you something, too."

"What?"

She beckoned with a pretty finger, and Geoff bent till she could whisper in his ear:

"I'm happy for Amy, Geoffrey - but there's a part of me that envies her, too." Then she kissed his old cheek.

He kissed hers in return. "Like I said, Ellie - it wasn't easy." Then he whispered, "And now I can stop envying Frank." He tipped her a wink, and she blushed like her daughter.

They smiled at each other as their respective spouses approached. "It's nice to have a good relationship with your mother-in-law," said Geoff, and Frank and Amy laughed at Ellie's gasp.

"That's right!" she said, her strange eyes wide. "I have to be a pain in the ass now!"

The four laughed, and Geoff turned to Amy. "Ready to go, Punkin?" She nodded, eyes sparkling.

"Back home? You bet," she said, blushing.

"Home? Who said anything about home?" Geoff grinned at her, while her parents exchanged smiles.

"Huh? What's going on?" The bride looked at them suspiciously.

"You just got married to an old rich guy, Amy. Did you think you weren't going to have a honeymoon?" It was her father speaking, and both men were grinning.

Amy looked up at her new husband suspiciously. "Geoff...? What haven't you told me...?"

He smiled. "You have almost two weeks before classes start again, sweetheart. Think blue ocean and white sand. Palm trees. A million stars. Waves on the beach. You know." He winked at her. "Paradise."

The look of sweet surprise and pleasure on the pretty teen's face was unforgettable. "Oh, Geoffie - really?"

Her mother giggled. "I'm sorry - I just can't get over "Geoffie'."

Amy bounced up and down witn excitement. "Where are we going? Hawaii? Jamaica? The Virgin Islands?"

Geoff dismissed all those with a wave and a sound of disgust. "Phooey. Tourist traps? Not for my Punkin and me." He looked into her amazing eyes. "We're going to our own private island, love. Just you and me and the sea birds."

"Ooo!" she squealed, and hugged him. As she did, she breathed into his ear, "I'm not going to need my bikini, am I?" He smiled and winked, but said nothing.

"Okay, you two. Your coach awaits," said Frank. "And if memory serves, you have about two hours till your flight."

Amy blinked. "Am I packed?"

"Our bag was in the trunk at the church, Punkin," said Geoff.

"Oh..."

Our bag? Only one? she thought.

Much hugging - "You're really family now, Geoffrey-" "Take care of her, Sarge-" more handshaking and congratulations, and finally off to the limo again.

Amy found an old pair of jeans, a threadbare shirt, a pair of thong panties, and some skimpy sandals on the seat. Geoff closed the partition behind the driver's seat. "Better get changed," he said, and took his own jeans, shorts and Marine T-shirt from a storage cabinet.

It was almost an hour's drive to the airport. When Amy slipped out of her wedding gown and sat there naked, Geoff couldn't resist. He pulled off his own clothes, and the newlyweds enjoyed their first married fuck in a moving limousine.

Amy was squatting on the wide leather seat, impaled on her new - old -husband's bare hard cock and French-kissing him as she undulated her hips on it. Geoff lay back and enjoyed her slippery hole as she slid it up and down on his bone, clinging to him and gasping.

They could see out through the tinted windows, but no one could see in; and Amy was shuddering-hot at the illusion of fucking virtually in public.

"Oh, Geoffie," she quavered, "I can't believe we're married... And I can't believe you're fucking me in the middle of town..."

"Mmm, jack me off with that sweet wet pussy, Punkin - hunch it - oh, look, there's a crowd of people watching us..."

Sure enough, at least two dozen people were staring at the limo from either side as they stopped at a red light. Geoff made her turn around and fuck him facing outward, with her back to him, exposing her to the eyes that seemed to be watching. Amy whimpered and rose toward her orgasm as Geoff held her arms back and teased her:

"Ooo, Amy, bounce that pretty bare pussy for everybody - jiggle those tits - let 'em watch you cum naked - you're such a cutie - look at 'em watching while I shoot in you..."

Amy cried out and began to shake, and Geoff felt her sweet hole grow wetter and grip him like a fist as she creamed all over his dick. He grunted and filled her shaved pussy with a heavy load; he hadn't shot for two days as they prepared for the wedding.

As he rammed deep into his new wife's hole and felt it ripping out of him, he growled into her ear: "Rub your clit while they watch you cum..."

Amy did as she was told. As she rubbed her nubbin desperately, she shuddered with her intense orgasm, grunting and staring wide-eyed at the strangers who seemed to be looking directly at her. She finally collapsed back onto Geoff's lap, shivering, and he embraced her. "You can stop rubbing now," he said.

"In a m-minute... Hold me..."

Amazed, Geoff held the naked teen as she continued to masturbate. She gasped and hiccuped and twisted till she came again in his arms, jerking and making small animal sounds of fulfillment; then she finally turned and hugged him. "Oh, G-Geoffie," she gasped, "That was so nasty... So good..."

He stroked her smooth skin from her sticky pussy to her nipples. "Better get dressed soon, Punkin. We're almost at the airport."

She pouted. "Can't I get on the plane naked and dripping?" Then she giggled. "Is there anything back here I can use to clean up?"

"Your brilliant husband thinks of everything," he said, and took a damp cloth and a dry towel from compartments where he had placed them.

She kissed him. "I love you," she whispered. "You're so good to me."

"I love you," he said. "You're such a hot piece of ass."

She giggled and slapped his chest, then let him clean his cum from her crotch and thighs.

She wondered at the old clothes he had chosen for her as she dressed; but they were comfortable, and she asked no questions.

---

At the airport, they had no luggage to check; they had one carryon, and nothing more. A little light for a two-week honeymoon, Amy thought, but again she said nothing. A couple of bikinis and sundresses would do...

The plane ride was long; they flew first class, though, and had plenty of room to relax. They talked quietly and cuddled, and read a little. During the night, she slept in his lap after he softly hummed the bass part of the Canon to her.

The flight attendant was puzzled at first by the strangely mismatched couple, but finally decided that they were cute together - and that the old man was hot. She woke them up to tell them they would be landing at Papeete in a short time, and to remind them to get in their proper places and fasten their seat belts. She was amused to see that the pretty young woman had to button and rearrange her clothing a bit first - and blushed as she did so.

They were the last to leave the plane. As they approached the door, the flight attendant said, "Have a nice vacation."

Amy smiled at her and said, "Honeymoon" - and then laughed at her shocked expression. The woman looked at Geoff, who smiled and winked at her.

"Con-congratulations," she said, her eyes wide. Then she recovered a bit and said, "I can see you're very happy together."

"Miss," said the old man in a deep rumble, "you have NO idea."

The woman looked at Amy, who obeyed a wicked impulse and licked her lips lewdly. "You can't IMAGINE," she stage-whispered, and rolled her eyes.

The attendant looked back at the old man in astonishment. He grinned and winked at her again - and then they were gone down the jetway. She looked after them, blinking in amazement.

---

A two-hour connecting flight by seaplane took them to the isolated island, which had no name. It was perhaps a hundred acres in extent, and the only signs that humans knew of the place was the small dock where the plane let them off with their luggage and a grass shack farther up the beach.

They watched the plane fly off to the east, then turned and faced each other.

"Here we are, Punkin," said Geoff. "Just you and me and the sand and sky and sea."

She giggled and came into his arms.

---

Geoff carried the bags to the hut as Amy walked beside him, barefoot in the warm sand. They entered the hut, and Amy gasped. "It's perfect!" she said in a tone of wonder.

The one-room shack was rustic, made of bamboo and thatched grass. There was no furniture, only an overstuffed mattress on the floor and a collection of cushions scattered around the room. She was surprised to see a small modern refrigerator in one corner, and a wooden cabinet.

When she opened both, she found them well-stocked with food. A small electric lamp stood on top of the refrigerator. She turned it on, and it worked - it had perhaps a 15-watt bulb. She looked at Geoff questioningly. "Solar panels on the roof," he said. "Those are the only electrics. We'll be cooking over an open fire on the beach."

She giggled with delight. "Where's the bathroom?"

He showed her the unusual outhouse; not as smelly and unpleasant as most, it was based on a Swedish dry-composting toilet, and it required her to mount a flight of steps to get inside.

Nearby was the spring. It bubbled from a hole in an artificial rock, not unlike the fake rocks by their pool back home, and guaranteed them a copious supply of fresh, clean water. Nearby was a black-painted ten-gallon barrel hung from a palm tree, with a shower-spigot beneath.

Amy realized that the water in the barrel would be warmed by the Sun - and that this was her shower, out in the open and completely exposed. She shivered, anticipating bathing outdoors.

"What did you pack me to wear, Geoffie?" she asked. He grinned. "Let's see."

They went back inside the hut. Geoff opened one side of the carryon and dumped it on the mattress.

There were her toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash - her shaving gel and razor - her shampoo, conditioner, brush and comb - a few other cosmetics and personal items - and a second pair of skimpy sandals.

That was all.

She looked up at him, smiling warmly. "You ARE going to make me go naked the whole time," she said. "You didn't even bring any clothes for me. All I have is what I'm wearing." She hugged him and shivered. "Oh, Geoffie - I'm going to be your naked island girl, for real, for two wonderful weeks. And I love it."

He stroked her smooth back, braless beneath the old polo shirt. "So do I," he whispered. "You're mine now, Mrs. Rider. And I want you as bare as a baby while you get used to being my wife."

They kissed, long and deeply. "Let's see what's in my side," he said with a grin.

He dumped the contents of the other side of the carryon beside hers. It contained his own toothbrush, razor, and so on, a couple of pairs of ragged cutoffs and a T-shirt or two, and another pair of Asian sandals.

"So you'll be dressed, and I have to go naked," she said. Then she giggled. "I like that."

"I know," he said. "Come on, let's build a fire."

---

There was a half-cord of firewood under cover at the side of the hut, and a ring of rocks for a firepit on the beach, well above the high-tide mark and well away from the hut. The old soldier had a crackling fire going in short order, and they sat by it and snuggled as the sun went down.

She lay in his lap - her favorite place - and they kissed, relaxed and unhurried. "Mmm. I love you, Geoffie. I'm so happy." "Me too, Punkin." Kiss. "I've never been happier." Kiss. "Not ever." Kiss. "And I've been around a while." Kiss, kiss.

"Mmm...." She snuggled close. "And I'm going to love being naked for you."

"That reminds me," he said. "Take off your clothes."

"I thought you'd never ask." The pretty girl stood and looked around nervously - which was silly, she knew - and kicked off her sandals. After a second's hesitation, she pulled the shirt off over her head, then pulled down her jeans and panties.

It was the first time she had stripped for him outside their home, except for the limo ride - and this was outdoors. She shivered and stood naked on the beach, wearing nothing but her glasses, and looked at Geoff expectantly.

He leaned over and picked up her clothes - then grinned and threw them in the fire.

"Geoff!" she cried, squealing and reflexively trying to cover herself. "What am I going to wear when the plane comes back?"

"I left a change of clothes with the pilot," he said. "He'll bring them, and he'll wait while you get dressed." "But, Geoffie - now I don't have anything!"

The old man looked at the trembling young beauty. "I want you to feel helpless and completely exposed, Punkin - with no hope of covering yourself. More naked than you've ever felt." He grinned wickedly. "How'm I doing?"

She crept back into his arms, shivering. "P-pretty good," she whimpered. "Geoffie, I feel so BARE!" she whispered urgently.

He slipped a finger into her smooth pussy. She was dripping-wet. "Hmmm," he said. "Seems to be working..."

She was shivering in his arms. "It is," she breathed. "Geoffie, it's exciting - but it's so scary! There's no way I can cover myself at all! For two whole weeks! In a strange place!"

He kissed her. "And I love that, sweetheart," he murmured. "I told you - I want you self-conscious and embarrassed and scared. You've been getting a little casual about being my slave girl. It was either this or a ride through town on Honey."

She shivered again. "Ooo, Geoffie - feel me up and tell me where my clothes are...."

He did. As she spread her pale bare legs for him to stir her wet pussy and stroke her clit, he whispered, "Ten thousand miles away, Amy. You're bare-pussy naked in the middle of the ocean, and you're stuck that way."

She whimpered and humped her hips up at him. "You're such a m-mean master - didn't even b-bring a bikini for me..."

"I want you to think about that while you squat on my cock, Punkin," he said. "Right here on the beach. Right now."

She trembled as she unfastened and pulled off his shorts, then crouched over him and guided his hard dick into her fever-hot opening. She sank down on it slowly, still looking around self-consciously.

"Mmm," she moaned. "It feels so good... Ooo, Geoffie, make me fuck naked..."

"Bounce on it, Nature Girl," he growled. "Rub your clit on it and hunch on me. Show me how nasty you are."

The pale, unclothed teen slid her squeezing, grasping tube up and down on his stiff bare dick, eyes closed in ecstasy. "No clothes for hundreds of miles, Amy - sandals and glasses are all you have - you aren't even wearing any pussy hair - your cute little asshole is showing..."

She whimpered and bounced faster. "Nnngh," she grunted. "I'm a naked fucking slave... That's all I am, Geoffie... I'm just a bare wet pussy hole... No clothes at all... Fuck me...."

Amy was excited to near madness by her predicament. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable - and she adored it. "Before it was, I WON'T get dressed, Geoffie," she panted. "Now it's - I CAN"T - Oh, God, I CAN'T put anything on - I HAVE to go NAKED..."

As Geoff smiled at her excitement, she shuddered and bent forward and began slapping her wet crotch against his. "Tell me again, Geoff - Master..."

She was pumping him desperately, hungrily, shuddering on the ragged edge - and he pushed her over:

"You're a naked little girl, Amy, shipwrecked on a desert island without any clothes, barefooted and buck naked - and you're stranded alone with a dirty, horny old man, and you have to fuck and suck my nasty old dick any time I want you to..."

She cried out and collapsed on him, vibrating again, but this time involuntarily. She shook like a leaf in the wind, making an inarticulate squealing sound as her pussy clenched and gushed on Geoff's quivering cock. He had never felt her cum so hard.

"Keep fucking, naked little girl," he growled. "Fuck till I tell you to stop. You're my naked little sperm pump and you've got nothing to wear but my dick...."

She came hard for more than a minute, till he began to shoot in her grasping, milking pussy - and that tipped her over again. Geoff held her tight as the sperm rose up and rushed through his cock and blasted into his naked young wife's sloppy, spasming hole - and she cried and held on to him and pumped her orgasming tube on his squirting cock till she sobbed with the sensation and with the overflowing love she felt for her husband, her hero, her master, her man.

They held each other for long moments afterward, breathing hard, nothing between them but love and sweat.

"Jesus, Amy," he whispered. "I knew this would get you hot, but - Jesus," he said again.

She clung to him, still trembling. "I love it, Geoffie," she gasped. "I love this. I'm yours and I'm so naked and you're in my pussy and I'm full of your cum and - and this is what I was made for."

"I wanted to have you for these two weeks, Amy," he whispered. "Just you. Nothing else. No clothes. No jewelry. No makeup or hair clips or even bikinis. Just my precious Amy, nothing but you, my love, my darling, my life." He kissed her sweaty temple. "Just you." He kissed her cheek. "My wife."