Virgin Honeymoon: How we got it wrong, Part 1

This is a story about virgins on their honeymoon. It is what actually happened because, on our wedding night, we were tired and too focused on what we believed we should be doing.

When we married we were both very naïve, innocent, and inexperienced. We seemed to think that sex was something that would just happen, that we would know what to do when the time came and be naturally good at it.

I met my future wife when I went with a flatmate to a small Dutch Reformed Church. She is the middle of three sisters, all tall, slim, Dutch girls with shapely legs and big firm breasts. They had emigrated with their mother after their father died in an accident.

Her family is quite poor, but the girls grew up unspoiled and close friends. They shared one bathroom and were used to being naked in front of each other from when they were little. As they grew, they watched each other develop and each claimed that she had the loveliest tits, the shapeliest bum, and the most attractive vagina.

In their culture, they were completely at ease with their bodies and thought it normal to talk about what seemed to me to be very personal things. The way they see it, everyone does it so what is there to hide. I found this fascinating; it was different from my stuffy, strait-laced upbringing.

We liked each other from our first meeting and when we fell in love, I joined her church. It didn’t take us long to learn that we were both virgins and that we were both keen to be married and start a family.

In the meantime, we both agreed that kissing was okay but no hands under clothes or feeling each other’s sensitive places. Although her culture saw sex as part of a normal, healthy life, we also believed it is a gift from God and that we should wait until we were married.

We spent a lot of time kissing and talking. Getting a wet patch in the crotch of her jeans when we kissed at her Mum’s place on Sunday afternoons became the norm. But I found it embarrassing when a sister noticed and teased her about it.

Their willingness to openly discuss sex as if it was the most natural thing always surprised me. But the casual comments didn’t help prepare either of us with practical knowledge about having intercourse.

We were incredibly horny for each other and decided to get married without a long engagement.

After our wedding breakfast, we drove away to lots of cheering from our friends. She was radiant; I was very conscious of how sexy she looked and that we would soon be naked together.

It was important to her that we consummate our marriage vows even though it was late when we arrived at our hotel. We showered then knelt and prayed that we would be obedient to God in our marriage and gave thanks that we had been so richly blessed.

I finally slid into bed beside my fresh, naked bride; so far everything had gone according to her plan. It had been a big week and we were both tired, but she believed that I had to penetrate her or we were not properly married. We hadn’t spent any time on foreplay and her pussy was quite dry but she spread her legs gingerly. She took my erection in one hand, spread her labia with the other and guided me to her opening.

We spent a lot of time kissing in the preceding few months and she always got very wet, so we just took it for granted that she would be ready. But we should have known that we needed to spend some time getting her wet now. To this day we ask ourselves how we got it so wrong.

She wanted me to push harder but the end of my penis just wouldn’t squeeze in. Despite my excitement at being so near my long-awaited goal of being inside her, I didn’t want to hurt her. I suggested we slow down and work out what we were doing wrong.

But, although tired, she believed we had to get my penis in. So she asked me to lie on my back. She got into position astride me and, holding my erection in one hand, she forced herself down onto me with a gasp.

I was so excited at finally being in her that I immediately had an orgasm and was still squirting when she lifted off me.

She was in pain. Annie lay on top of me briefly, then moved up the bed on her knees and reached to turn the light on. Her pussy was nearly in my face, dripping blood and semen onto my chest.

I had never seen a girl’s pudenda before but I knew it was okay to look now; we consummated our vows and were properly married at last. Though her dripping labia fascinated me, it concerned me greatly that I had hurt my beautiful bride.

We wiped up some of the mess and turned off the light. We both felt very tired and it had been no fun at all, but Annie seemed happy enough that we had done it.

Sunday.

We checked out of the hotel, embarrassed that we had made such a mess of the bed-sheets. We went to church then set out for the resort that was to be our honeymoon destination.

Annie was wearing silky shorts that her sisters had bought for her. They knew how much I would like to see her in them now that we were together.

When we stopped to buy fuel and I opened the gas flap, a shower of confetti fell out. She was walking across the forecourt to the shop, her firm bum cheeks looking gorgeous as they moved in her soft, tight-fitting shorts.

A thrill ran right though me; I married that girl! My penis stiffened, and my balls tingled as they pulled up tight. It was probably the desired reaction!

The teenage boys in the next car saw the confetti fall out and they were grinning; they could see we were on our honeymoon and it was obvious what they were imagining.

We were fairly thoughtful for the next few hours as we drove through the beautiful countryside, still feeling a bit dazed after all that had happened.

When I asked her how she felt, she said, “I  know you will be wondering when we can make love.” We were both quiet for a moment, then she continued. ‘I am still sore down there, I need to have a look.’

She slipped her shorts off and, with her left foot up on the seat, she used her hands to part her labia. Totally unselfconscious and at ease with herself, she felt where her vagina was tender.

My pulse rate soared. I had never seen a girl’s pussy in the daylight before, and I could hardly believe how beautiful it was.

I could hardly keep my eyes on the road as she carefully explored around her vulva. My penis was stiff as a bone and aching for her. Feeling herself made her slippery with her natural lubrication and I wished again that we had done that the night before.

“You need have a good look there for me when we get to our hotel,” she decided.

Needless to say, I got us there as quickly as possible. As I drove I couldn’t keep my eyes off her incredibly attractive bare bum on the seat beside me. And I was reflecting on how much I was going to enjoy fulfilling my new responsibility to look after her needs.

We showered and, although we were both wanting to start cuddling, we knelt and had a time of prayer first. Our first priority was to make Our Heavenly Father the head of our marriage and to always put His will for our union first.

Annie lay on the bed and asked me to have a look at the place where she was tender. My heart was racing so fast that I felt as if I had palpitations and I didn’t look very closely at her. I felt as if it was too naughty. Could this really be happening?

I lay beside her and we kissed and hugged. This part we were good at. I was very conscious of her lovely tits pressing against me but I hadn’t even fondled them yet.

She was getting quite wet between her legs and suggested I try and get the end of my penis inside again. Because I couldn’t feel where it had to go, she held it for me as I gently pressed my knob against her vulva.

She stopped me. ‘That’s far enough. Don’t take long.”

I moved a little bit and was so excited that I started to orgasm, ejaculating copious amounts of semen. I pulled back before my spasms had finished because I could tell it was uncomfortable for her.

We both realized that we had been hopeless at having married sex. We had another shower. Then, at dinner, we discussed our plans. It was obvious that we weren’t going to be able to accomplish the ‘just nice normal intercourse’ we thought we would on our honeymoon.

She said, “What are our options? I am feeling really horny. I need to cum. But I am not going to be able to unless we try something else. It is going to be days before you can do me. But I really need it, like, as soon as possible!”

“I know you used to fondle your clit to feel good,” I responded. “You told me how guilty it made you feel.”

“I could show you how I do it.” She thought about it for a moment. “Remember that one of the marriage books we read said it was much nicer if you lick it.”

That made my imagination run riot.

“You’re blushing!” she teased.

“I can feel my pulse racing just thinking about it. Let’s go back to our room right now,” I suggested.

We didn’t finish our meal; we just got up and headed back to our suite.

End of Part 1.

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6 replies
  1. PacMan says:

    I love this so much. Can’t wait for part 2. And although we did some making out while engaged, even had orgasms thru dry humping, we were virgins on our honeymoon and got so much wrong. It was a a sore experience for my wife and I think a contributing factor to decreasing her libido. My regret is not making sure she had orgasms the first few times. It was like my wife just wanted to get it over with. We got better and better at making sex fun and pleasurable, but yes we got a lot wrong in the early days.

  2. HV450 says:

    PacMan; We can certainly identify with what you are saying. When we married I was a very virile but rather naïve and immature virgin. I had never seen porn or had any physical experience with girls apart from kissing them. Prolonged kissing when we were engaged resulted in my becoming so aroused that I had an orgasm on at least three occasions and Annie had an orgasm several times too. But I don’t think that my penis was pressed against her clitoris through our clothes, or that we did anything to give us direct stimulation; we were trying hard to be good.

  3. Frankie says:

    You said "We both realized that we had been hopeless at having married sex." I hope you got over that misconception. Our wedding night didn't start off all that great (maybe I'll post it some time). But we worked it out. That was over 50 years ago.

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