Honeymoon in Paradise Ch. 01

It was the first day of their honeymoon and the only thing hotter than them was the warm Anguilla sun. They were lying on white beach chairs, side by side, facing the ocean and soaking in the sun. Natalie was polishing off her third margarita on the rocks and she couldn't help but sigh with contentment. She looked down at her body through her large, fashionable sunglasses and smiled slyly at what she saw.

Natalie was one of those women who felt MOST comfortable on the beach in a bikini -- unlike the majority of women who dread it -- because she knew damn well that her body looked amazing. Being Hispanic, she was naturally tan and very curvy in the tits and ass area, but slim and cut almost everywhere else. Her breasts were incredibly perky for their size (a full 34D) and were tan everywhere from laying in the tanning bed naked. Her areolas were the color of warm cinnamon. After the huge bulge of her great tits came a very long, flat stomach, the faint trace of her abs peeking through the tight skin. She didn't have a full six-pack, but there was some nice definition there in her long torso. She loved the small of her back, two perfect dimples denting in. After her great torso came an ass that had been praised and admired by many men. It was as big as could possibly be flattering on her small frame, and incredibly soft like her tits. Next came her soft, curvy hips and thighs -- definitely the curvy hips and thighs of a Hispanic woman -- followed by beautiful calves defined by years of dancing, and then two of the cutest, small, delicate feet imaginable. She was only 5'3", but every inch of her was a dream. Sure, there were times when she wished she were taller, wished her legs were longer, wished her thighs were thinner, wished her breasts were a little smaller. But despite any complaints she may have had, she knew how ridiculously hot she was and she couldn't help but take pleasure at pretending not to notice men's heads turn as she walked through the hotel lobby in her bikini with her new husband.

She pushed a strand of her long, thick light brown hair out of her face and looked at her husband. He was Hispanic like her, and even though they were both born and raised in the US and spoke perfect English, they had inherited the warm Caribbean blood and sexy good looks of their ancestors. Carlos was tall, just about 6'2", and he was large. The muscles on his shoulders, back, and chest were big and full...not body-builder, steroid big, but nice and natural football player big. His skin was the same toasty color as hers, and his thick straight hair was a few shades darker, almost black. Spread over his amazing pecs was a nice patch of thick black curls. Natalie hadn't liked chest hair before she met Carlos, but being with him made her appreciate how hot and manly it looked, and she loved to rub her fingers through it during and after sex. Having lived with Natalie for two years before their wedding and being exposed to her great cooking on a nightly basis had given him somewhat of a potbelly, but being so tall and muscular everywhere else, he carried it well. He took one last swig from his Corona bottle and Natalie was surprised to feel a surge of warmth and pleasure spread to her pussy as he licked his big tongue over his soft, full lips. He looked over at her and winked at her, and she smiled at the beautiful color of his copper eyes and his thick black eyelashes. Natalie found Carlos as hot today and she had when they met four years ago, and being married to him had given him a new shot of lust that excited her to no end.

"So how much longer do you want to lay out here?" she asked him casually.

"I don't know. It's totally up to you, babe. It's getting to be really hot out here and you look so fucking good in that tiny, white bikini that if we don't go inside soon, I'm gonna have to strip you down right here."

She felt the hot surge in her pussy again and started to feel the moisture form as the sound of his voice turned her on even more. "Say no more, hubby..." she replied and bounced off her chair. The quick movement caused one of her huge tits to almost bounce right out of her triangle bikini top and she quickly and easily tucked it back into place...she was used to those huge breasts of hers popping out and making surprise appearances. Her miniscule white bikini bottom, looking like it was sized to fit a twelve year old girl, had ridden up her big butt cheeks and was giving her a wedgie, which she almost smoothed out quickly. She grabbed her bag and slid her glasses to the top of her head as she watched her hot husband get up and give a big stretch, all 6'2" of him reaching up toward the blue sky. She didn't know if his bathing suit was just rumpled or if that was his cock starting to bulge through.

As they were walking across the beach, Carlos noticed something big and white out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head and saw the huge billowing of a parasail stretching from the beach against the sky. A small powerboat was resting up on the shore and the parasail was attached to it by a secure rope.

"Hey, that looks cool..." he said. "Want to try it?" A man about his and Natalie's age was working on the boat, tying down ropes and checking the equipment.

"I don't know," responded Natalie, pouting her sexy full lips. She was turned on, she was hot, and all she wanted to do was go to their hotel room and get some of her husband's thick dick inside her. "I mean, I guess if you really want to..." she continued, not wanting to be a party pooper.

"Yeah, let's try it!" said Carlos excitedly. "I've always wanted to try parasailing. Come on, it's still early...I don't think those rides are too long. We'll still have plenty of time to play later," he teased, rumpling her hair with his hand.

They walked up together to the boat. The closer they got, the more Natalie started to notice how hot the guy working the boat was. He was shorter than her husband, probably about 5'9" or 5'10", but he looked taller than he actually was because he was lean and lanky. He wasn't very muscular at all, but there was not an ounce of fat on his body, and his chest and stomach were very cut. She also noticed that his chest was smooth and hairless. His biceps rippled slightly under the skin of his arm as he worked the ropes. He had a thick, shortly cut light blonde hair and when they finally got to the boat and he smiled at them, Natalie noticed that his eyes were the lightest shade of clear blue she had ever seen and that he had a row of beautiful, straight, bright white teeth under thin, pink lips. She could tell that if he didn't spend his days in the sun, he would probably be very pale, but his skin was almost as dark as hers and Carlos's, with a tinge of red showing the light burn he was suffering. A sprinkle of dark brown freckles crowned his long, straight nose and his shoulders.

"Hey there," he greeted in a sexy island accent. "Interested in parasailing this afternoon?"

"Sure are," answered Carlos. "How much?"

"Well..." he thought aloud. "It's been kind of a slow day. I was actually about to pack it in. Is this your first time on the island?"

"Yes," they answered together.

"Well in that case, just hop on in. The best view of the island is from above, and I'd be happy to let you experience it for free. I know you'll want to do it again before your vacation is up, and you can pay me then."

"Wow," said Natalie, smiling widely at him. "That's so generous of you."

"Awesome, man!" chimed in Carlos.

"Come on up," he gestured and reached his hand out to Natalie. "My name is Kurt, by the way." She placed her hand in his and felt a bolt of electricity course through her body. She couldn't deny how freaking hot he was and even though her husband was standing just a few feet behind her, she couldn't help but be attracted to him. Natalie was a huge flirt, and Carlos knew it and considered it harmless. She would never cheat on her husband and he knew it very well, so he let her get away with all the flirting she wanted, even right in front of his face.

Carlos followed her onto the boat and, before long, they were puttering off the shore and deep into the ocean. Carlos and Natalie sat on a bench facing Kurt. The small boat bounced on the choppy waves and Natalie's huge breasts bounced along with it. She noticed Kurt staring at her through his reflective sunglasses.

"I've lived here in Anguilla my whole life," Kurt yelled over the roar of the engine and the splash of the waves. "I'd never leave. I met my wife while on vacation in the states and brought her down with me. She's been here for five years now and even though she's not a native, she says she'd never leave either."

"That's amazing!" yelled back Natalie. "It's so beautiful here! It must be great to live in paradise." He grinned back at her.

When it was deep enough, Kurt stopped the boat and pulled out two lifejackets from the storage area. He handed one to Carlos and then helped Natalie into hers. He tried with difficulty to close the clasps over the strain of her huge breasts, staring at them intently, trying not to blush and avoiding eye contact with the beautiful woman. She tried to act casual also and tried not to be embarrassed at the trouble her tits were causing. At the same time, she was getting more turned on by the second, wondering if Kurt liked staring at her hot tits and feeling her nipples get hard from the rubbing of the thick lifejacket material. Once he managed to snap it shut, he knelt down behind her, his face inches away from her ample ass, and tugged the lifejacket down, adjusting the ties in the back. Natalie wondered if he could see the wetness that she was sure was about to drip down her thighs and was thankful that Carlos was too distracted trying to get his own jacket on to notice the look of pleasure on her face.

The parasail ride was incredible. Carlos and Natalie were both excited and elated, high in the air with the sea wind rushing through their hair. They talked dirty to each other occasionally, joking with each other, saying what they would do with each other later. At one point, Natalie felt her husband's cock, which was pressed up against her in the harness, twitch a little behind her. Before taking off, she had begged Kurt not to dunk them in the water, which of course he did, laughing the entire time. When Kurt helped the couple back onto the boat and removed their harness, he helped Natalie out of her lifejacket, his hands brushing against her nipples and his eyes taking in the faint outline of her dark areolas against the thin, wet fabric of her swimsuit. Kurt thought of his own gorgeous wife, then looked once again and Natalie's amazing body, and realized what lucky guys he and Carlos were.

Back on shore, the three said their goodbyes. Carlos and Natalie thanked Kurt for his generosity and the great ride, and promised him that they would be back for more at least a few times in the coming week. Natalie's eyes lingered over Kurt and scanned his body up and down one last time before turning away, and as she walked back into the distance, he stared long and hard at her sexy ass and full, slick thighs swaying seductively from side to side as she made her way in the sand.

Carlos and Natalie made their walk through the lobby quickly, both of them excited with the great sex they knew was coming. They stepped into the elevator first and stood near the back. An elderly couple walked in after that and Natalie tried not to snicker aloud at the old man blatantly checking out her sexy tits while the old lady smiled politely. On the ride up, just inches behind the old couple, Carlos slid his big, manly hands down the front of her bikini bottom and started to work her clit with his fingers. Natalie bit her lips and tried to keep herself steady despite her knees buckling with pleasure. She almost groaned with delight when they reached their floor. They excused themselves and passed through the old couple, and proceeded to practically run across the hallway until they reached their room. As Natalie fumbled through her bag trying to find the small plastic key, she giggled wildly as Carlos simply pulled the hot white bikini bottom down around her knees, not giving a fuck that they were in the middle of a public hallway and anyone could pass by at any moment and see his wife's bare ass and pussy.

The moment they got through the door, they were both so hot that they couldn't make it very far. Carlos started to kneel down before her, with every intention to start tonguing her off, but Natalie grabbed a fist full of his dark hair and dragged him back up to his feet. "There's no time for fucking around," she said harshly, "I need your cock in me right fucking now." He firmly but carefully grabbed her tiny wrist and pulled it out of his hair and stared at her, his face inches away from her. "No," he commanded. "I want to eat my wife's pussy, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." As soon he finished his sentence, they were making out furiously, their tongues swirling around in each other's mouths. He scooped her up off the floor and she wrapped her legs around him, her dripping pussy pressed against his stomach as he carried her to the bed and threw her down.

Carlos's large biceps flexed as he lifted his wife's legs in the air and spread them wide, spread-eagle, exposing her beautiful, bald, little-girl pussy. It was waxed completely bare, and thanks to her naked tanning salon sessions, it was completely tan, the same exact color as the rest of her. Her cute little clit poked through the lips, firm and pink. Her thick, slimy juices were running down the sides of her slit, soaking her ass and the sheets under it. "Hey, Mrs. Hernandez..." he whispered seductively. "How 'come you're already so wet? I didn't know proper, married ladies were supposed to get so wet, like little sluts. Aren't you a lady, Mrs. Hernandez? Aren't you somebody's wife? You're not supposed to get so fucking wet before anything has even happened yet..." He teased her mercilessly, his sexy lips brushing softly against her ears. She whimpered like a kitten and quietly begged him to eat her or fuck her quickly, before she exploded.

The moment his lips touched her pussy, that's all it took. He had barely begun to lick, and she was coming hard, grinding herself against his face, her cum squirting out all over him, spreading over his mouth and chin. It was just too much, the day had just been too sexy...laying in the sun, covered in coconut oil, drinking...then meeting Kurt and feeling so aroused by him. Natalie gave in to wave after wave of powerful orgasms. Carlos forcefully pinned her hips to the mattress to stop their bucking, which forced her to quiver and shake under the pressure and she continued to cum. He sucked hard, swallowing down as much juice as he could get down his throat and roughly tonguing the engorged and sensitive clit that was exploding in his mouth.

"God damn..." he said, finally coming up for hair. Her twitching and shaking had subsided and she was staring up at the ceiling, gasping for air. "Holy shit..." she responded.

He pulled himself up to lie next to her and they smiled at each other.

"Fuck, baby," he said. "You haven't gotten so wet so fast for me and cummed so hard and so fast since the first few times we hooked up."

She blushed and smiled. "I know, babe. It's just that you've been making me so hot lately. I can't believe we're finally married. It's just a good feeling to know that I'm going to have this cock forever." She reached down and massaged the thick, warm, throbbing member that was still trapped in the swimsuit. "Now," she asked, "will you stop being such a fucking tease and ram this cock inside of me already?"

He stood up and slid his bathing suit down to his ankles. His dick was rock hard and stood straight out in front of him. His dark pubic hair was trimmed very short, making the perfect frame for it. His cock wasn't the longest that Natalie had ever enjoyed, but it was definitely the widest. The large head of his cock was the size of a pool ball, and Natalie remembered the incredible feeling of it stretching out her pussy the first time they fucked. Her high school boyfriend had an incredibly long, skinny dick that had hurt Natalie when she tried to ride him, but with Carlos she could be on top and impale herself freely on his cock without feeling pain, but still feeling totally fulfilled and satisfied.

She expected him to lay back down on the bed with her once he was naked, but instead he took her by the hand and lifted her up, towards the balcony. She giggled. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Of course..." he responded. "Our balcony faces the side of the hotel, not the beach. It's not like anyone is hanging out there. I doubt we'll be seen. And if we are, fuck it! Who cares? We're both hot...I'm sure anyone who comes across us will enjoy it!"

She laughed uncontrollably as he helped her take off her bikini top and they both stepped out buck-naked into the warm sun pouring onto the balcony. He walked her over to the railing and pinned her against it. Her huge tits spilled over the ledge of the railing. She stood on her very tiptoes and he dragged a chair close to her so she could put one leg up on it, causing her ass cheeks and pussy lips to spread wide open.

Carlos edged in behind her and crouched down, bending his knees slightly...since she was almost a foot shorter than him, this was the only way he could line his cock up to her tiny, tight hole. He placed his huge head near her opening and pressed up against it. Despite being soaking wet from her recent orgasms, the sheer girth of his dick made it hard for him to slide in. They had fucked millions of times, and each time Carlos still felt like he was fucking a virgin, stretching his wife's little hole out a little more each time. He pulled back, and pushed back in again, wanting to be gentle but at the same time wanting to satisfy his burning cock. He couldn't take it any more and he finally plunged in, full throttle, pushing hard and firm until his balls were pressed up against his wife.

She gasped loudly in pain and pleasure and seemed to pull away for a moment, but being pinned by the railing she couldn't go very far. After a second of hesitation, she thrust back toward him, grinding her pussy deep against his cock, pushing him even further insider her than his rough thrust had. He pulled back and continued to rhythmically pump his cock into her, feeling her juices lube him up and slip and slide against the impressive width of his penis. His wife was extremely vocal, and she barely even tried to muffle her moans as he pumped into her, practically ignoring the fact that they were out in the open air in the middle of a crowded resort.

"Oh my God..." she sighed. "Fuck me, Carlos. God...you fuck me so fucking good. Just keep fucking me with your cock."

"Yes, baby..." he whispered back. "Tell me how much you love your cock."

"Oh, my God, Carlos...I fucking love your cock. It feels so good and you fuck me so good with it."

His thrusting was slowly speeding up, and as much as he wanted to enjoy a nice, long fuck with his wife, he was extremely excited and after having her delicious pussy spill over into his mouth so generously just a few moments earlier, he was eager to return the favor and fill it to the brim with his hot, thick cum. He figured it was only the first day of their weeklong honeymoon...they'd have plenty of time later for long, slow sex. He decided to do exactly what he knew he needed to push himself over the edge -- he prompted his wife to open her slutty mouth and let out the hottest, dirtiest talk he knew she was capable of. His beautiful wife, who was capable of looking so elegant and ladylike when they were out in a nice restaurant, talked like a two-dollar whore when he filled her with his dick just right.