Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

He was so caught up in the delicious sensation that Sally had to make the request twice.

"What?" he muttered, not really sure he comprehended.

"Move the seat back further," she repeated.

Dick mentally knew what was coming next. Eagerly, he reached down on his left for the seat release and pushed with his back. The seat slid all the way back. He was forced to drive with his arms almost straight out in front of him.

Sally glanced out the rear view window again – looked ahead at the vacant street – and ordered, "Just keep driving. Tell me if you see any cars coming from behind. Call this my wedding present to you." She bent forward and her hot lips slipped wetly down over the head of his bulging cock.

"Ahhhhhh," it was a moan of delight wrenched from his soul. Nothing had ever felt so beautiful before, or at least nothing recently. Her tongue flickered at the urethral opening and then ran maddening circles around the head. She had pooched out her lips so that her mouth felt like a soft hot clamping vaginal ring, wonderfully moistened. With her free hand, she reached down into his snorts and began gently squeezing his testicles in rhythm to her sucking movements. Up and down her mouth moved, gently bobbing like an oil pump pulling precious liquid from the subterranean depths. Dick was about to go out of his mind from the sensation. The girl had said to keep driving, but it was almost impossible to do that because of what he felt. He couldn't have been travelling more than three or four miles an hour when the girl, as if sensing his impending orgasm, began taking the cock deep into her throat. Faster, faster, faster her head moved until Dick could stand it no longer. He arched his back and raised his buttocks off the seat in an effort to jam it further down her throat. She took it all, and as the head of his prick began swelling to enormous size, Sue started sucking voraciously, interspersing the vacuum with occasional little nibbles using her teeth against the trunk and head. The dash lights showed her lips being pulled out grotesquely as they clung to his white driving rod. He continued to push up to meet her, and she continued to take him. His mouth was swollen shut and long hoarse pants of breath whistled through it. His prick felt as though it weighed a ton – a ton of hot molten lava restlessly surging below the surface of a volcano. He knew he was on the verge of cumming and felt he should prepare her but as her motions became more rapid and the suction increased, he suddenly knew it didn't matter. She obviously had done this before; she was an expert. The lava gathered, seethed and boiled. The eruption was imminent. Low guttural noises of delight came rumbling out of his throat. He was cumming… cumming… almost there. Almost. Now… Now! Now! The first hot spurts of sperm boiled out of his balls and screamed along the duct leading to the head of his cock. "Ahhhh… hahhhh." His cry was meant to give her some warning, but the sound merely increased her frenzy. The hot cum roared out of his cock in great, smooth gushing quantities and she went on sucking furiously as he shot everything he had into her wonderfully warm, greedy mouth. And still he came, as weeks of pent up frustration and abstinence manifested themselves in almost half a cup of the viscous elixir of love.

She used her tongue to tease, her mouth and lips to suck, until his penis became less osseous and began to deflate. It was as though she felt it necessary to suck every last drop of lust from him. She continued to work until he was sure he was getting ready for another erection, then she suddenly stopped.

Dick gave a mumbled sigh of happy release, and abruptly became aware that his car – lights on, motor running – was standing motionless right in the middle of the street. Sally withdrew her dripping lips from his cock, then kissed its head which was inflamed from her nibbling and smeared with her lipstick. She slithered up until she was enclosed in his arms. Then she kissed him wetly; her tongue darted and licked around his mouth. He could taste the alien taste – the taste of his own sperm in her mouth. Sally's face was slippery – glistening from his seminal juices and streaked with her lipstick. She scooted back over to her own side of the car, opened her purse, and carefully wiped her mouth with a kleenex as he began driving again. He turned onto the street where she lived as she glanced over toward him, "Do I look presentable?"

He inspected her face, and nodded.

She smiled as he stopped in front of her house and started to get out of the car to open the door for her. "Don't bother," she said quickly and slid out. As her skirt flared up, he realized he had been right; she wasn't wearing panties, after all. The crack of her smooth young buttocks was a dark inviting line at the top of her white thighs.

Dick saw her father part the curtains and stare angrily out into the night.

"He's seen you," Sally said. "So now he'll believe the story about Harvey's car." She grinned impishly at him as she closed the car door and leaned through the window, "Did you like my wedding gift?"

"The greatest."

Her laughter came floating through the cool night air and, as she turned to go up the walkway, she tossed back over her shoulder, "Make sure Sue sends me a 'thank you' note." She was still laughing when the door closed behind her excessively wiggling little ass.

Relaxed and sleepy, and feeling only a minor pang of remorse at having "betrayed" Sue with one of her best friends, Dick drove slowly homeward. He puzzled over the opposite sexual reactions of the two girls; there was all the difference in the world between them. Sue was loving. She had moments of great warmth and tenderness that seemed to engulf him like a pleasant comforter on a cold night. Yet, she had very obvious sexual hang-ups. He knew – from the way she reacted when he caressed her – that she couldn't be frigid… at least not in the technical sense. She seemed almost "frightened".

Sally was a different proposition. She was "hot"; from the gossip among the fellows, Dick knew she fucked like a rabbit and had been doing so since her freshman year in high school. She also had other talents in the sexual line, as she had just demonstrated! There were a lot of girls in the world like Sally; he had known a few himself before he became engaged to Sue. Some of them already at 14 or 15 – were "tramps", and that, he knew, was the kindest word for them. They pretended sexual excitement, they screwed, they bellowed, when they reached their pitiful little climaxes, but there was always something missing. Sally really couldn't be called a "tramp". She considered sex as merely another adjunct to friendship, and thus she enjoyed a good fuck. When she got married, she would be the one who suggested "husband swapping".

But Sue? There was an untapped reservoir of passion in her; he could sense it. There was more power, more heat in her loins than in Sally's. But how to reach it that was another thing entirely.

As he drove into his own driveway, he thought sleepily: Maybe Sue will change once she gets the wedding ring. He was sure she would, otherwise the marriage would never go. She wasn't at all like her mother – dour and dried up and seemingly hating me. At least… he prayed she wasn't like her mother.

As he got out of his car he felt the dampness of his shorts where the seminal juices had seeped after Sally had finished her ministrations. For a moment, he visualized Sue doing that for him; such an act would be clear evidence that she had rid herself of some of the hang-ups.

And, abruptly, he had an erection – just as big and powerful… and painful, as earlier. The thought of Sue doing that stayed with him even after he hopped into the shower and until he soaped his penis – running his slippery hands up and down its throbbing trunk. Then… feeling as foolish as a 15 year old… he soaped until his huge rod spat out its load against the tile walls of the shower stall. He watched the cum run down the tiles, and he thought: That's the last time I'll ever have to do that again…