Honeymoon with my Bully’s Twin Sister [MF]

It was the day of the formal dinner on our week long honeymoon cruise. Abigail was keeping her outfit a secret until time. We laid naked in bed talking to pass time until dinner.

“Do you remember prom night?” Abigail asked.

“Of course I do. Neither of us had dates or reasons to go so we worked.”

“Well, yeah, but do you remember that night?”

“Of course I do. It was one of, if not the slowest night we worked there.”

“And we talked almost our whole shift.”

“I remember. We had gotten to know each other but we really talked deeply and shared a lot.”

“Yep.” She smiled her famous smile. “That was the night I knew how much I liked you. And wished I had the courage to tell you.”

“Awwwww.” I thought for a second. “I didn’t want that night to end. But I was already crushing pretty hard, so…”

We reminisced as we lay there gently touching each other. Enjoying the touch and each other. It was then that Abigail finally explained that her self-esteem issues with her paunch and large areolas came from her mom. And how her mom tried to force diets on her and even took her to a plastic surgeon at 14 to get her areolas fixed.

“So now you see why, even knowing how much you love my tits and body, I still struggle to believe. When you’re told at 14 no man would want you, it kinda sticks.”

“I understand.” I told her as I traced my fingers around her areolas.

“That, and she actually brought it up the night before our wedding in front of everyone. That I either had the surgery or white was appropriate and I should hope you aren’t grossed out and leave.”

I kissed her and then we went to dress for dinner. Abigail emerged looking absolutely beautiful in a long, formal dress that showed off her curves perfectly. I saw the eyes on her as we walked to the dining room and as we roamed the ship after dinner. She was more beautiful than she’d ever realize and I couldn’t wait to unzip that dress and show her how beautiful she is.

“We may have missed prom, but tonight can make up for that.”

Back in our room, I instantly couldn’t take my hands off her. I pulled her in for a kiss, touching her all over and growing hard in my suit. I reached back to unzip her dress and she stepped back to let it fall. Standing before me her bra, thong, and heels brought a very obvious erection.

She pulled my dick out and gently stroked it as I removed my jacket. We kissed and touched each other all over while I unhooked her bra and slid her thong down her legs. The heels never came off as she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my arms, and pulled off my undershirt.

Abigail kissed down my body and knelt down as she removed my pants. I used my feet to remove my socks as she gingerly stroked me. With a kiss on the tip, Abigail slid her mouth over me to tease me with her tongue while she stroked. Her deep blue green eyes stared up at me as she filled her mouth with my cock.

I could and have gotten lost in those eyes while she sucked my dick. And Abigail knew how to tease it or bring me to orgasm. While I wanted the former, her lips and tongue were working for the latter. She moaned into me and began to touch herself as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft.

I had other things in mind after staring at her body in that dress all night, so I guided her away from my cock and led her to the bed. Her naked body, the black high heels, and her mouth had pushed me farther than I wanted. So, I laid her on the bed and began to tease her with my fingers while using my mouth on the areolas and nipples she was convinced to be ashamed of.

“Mmmm…God. It’s like my tits are connected to my pussy. You feel how much wetter I’m getting?” She moaned out. “God, you make me feel so beautiful.”

My fingers alternated between her pussy and clit, keeping them moist as I rubbed her. Abigail began and moan with nonsensical sounds escaping her lips. A single shout of “oh God” preceded her body curling into itself before a soft moan as she orgasmed from my fingers.

Still, I wasn’t ready to not be a two pump chump. I kissed my way down her body and positioned myself between her legs. Her legs were over my shoulders and I felt those black high heels against my back. With my hands on her hips, I let my tongue explore her pussy briefly.

Her taste was amazing and I wanted so badly for my dick to be inside of her. But I also needed to let her taste fill my mouth. I began to flick my tongue across her clit, then tracing letters and shapes on it. Abigail began to moan and shift from the pleasure. She took one hand from her clit and placed it on her breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze before toying with the nipple.

Her breaths became pants as her body began to shake. The pleasure was overwhelming as I licked and sucked on her swollen clit. It felt as if her body melted into me before tensing up and she screamed out.

Abigail moved away from my mouth and beckoned me towards her. I felt sufficiently recovered as I moved up the bed. She pushed me onto my back and stroked me as she moved over my legs.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” She almost hissed out in a sultry voice.

After 17 years of hooking up, her face when my dick entered her still drove me wild. Her mouth opened with an amazed expression, then a gasp as it began to fill her. Finishing with a smile when she fit it all in.

I simply moaned as she began to ride me. Probably looking like an idiot as I smiled at her. My dicked moved effortlessly through her tight hole and I began to tease her sensitive clit with my thumb. Together we moaned as she slid her body up and down my cock.

When my dick and finger brought her to another climax, Abigail leaned forward and used her child birthing hips to ride me while I played with her soft tits. I began to raise my hips into her, matching her rhythm.

Abigail climbed off me, laid back, and spread her legs.

“My clit can’t take anymore, but my body is aching for your cum. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me until my pussy is full of your cum.”

Not one to disappoint my new wife, I placed a pillow under her ass and rubbed the tip of my cock across her wet slit. I grabbed myself and lined up with her hole before slowly sliding in. I held back as her face, her gasp, and smile made me want to explode and slowly began to slide back out.

As a boob guy, watching them bounce when she fucks me is hard enough. But watching them move from the force of *my* thrusts into her is brutal. Abigail had lost all reservations and let the shouts and moans of pleasure take over as I pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I almost came when I heard the heels clack against each other.

Her pussy was wet and warm as I moved in and out of it. Tight and soft, it squeezed my cock. My own moans were undeniable as I filled her body as deep as I could. Abigail gripped the sheets and then dug her fingers into my shoulders as I twitched inside of her. Her hips were bucking into mine, matching my rhythm.

I let out a low, guttural moan as cum shot of me. My thrusts slowed as she continued to move her hips until I pulled out and stroked the last few shots onto her body.

I collapsed and rolled onto my back as she kicked her shoes off and threw an arm and leg over me. Her head rested on my chest. The sound of the ocean and our panting breaths reclaiming the room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z8d7nk/honeymoon_with_my_bullys_twin_sister_mf