Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Sue?" Even Dick's voice seemed different, accented.

She turned and looked up at him. In the unreal light he seemed taller, older than Dick. He looked like someone she knew… but the vaporous quality of the moment refused to solidify. "This man is your husband," a voice in her brain whispered.

"Yes… Dick."

"Good, you're awake." The covers were pulled back and the figure slid into bed with her. She felt his body move in next to hers; then that body was pressing nakedly and urgently against her side. With a sudden tightening of her muscles and a feeling of despair, Sue realized Dick had an erection and was probably going to try to make love to her again. Against her hip, his penis felt different – considerably smaller, but hard!

"Are you all right?" she asked, knowing full well what he wanted.

Dick laughed; he sounded so very different, but her mind kept saying, "This is your husband."

His voice said, "Well, darling. I'm not really all right. I have this problem which only you can take care of." He moved his penis suggestively up and down against her side.

"Dick, I don't think I can do it again tonight. I'm much too sore. It's so painful."

"Then we shall simply have to do it another way, won't we, pet?" He had taken her chin in his hand and turned her face toward him. His breath had a vaguely exciting hot brandy smell as his lips kissed her eyes closed. His hot wet tongue sought out her ear; she stiffened as it shot into the cavity like a small darting fish seeking shelter. The sensation, though strange, was definitely erotic. Dick had never kissed her this way before! Then his tongue was in her mouth, tracing wild abandoned designs against her teeth and inner folds of her lips. This, too, was exciting in a way it had never been before. She began responding eagerly; once, when her tongue hit his upper lip, she thought: How strange… Dick has grown a mustache.

"You wonderful creature," he said, just as his hands began moving all over her body. He went first to the flushed bulbs of her breasts, and each individual pore of his fingers seemed to be minute vacuums tugging at her flesh. He tongue-kissed her again, then his lips fastened – gently sucking – at a place where her gracefully sloping neck muscles joined the top of the shoulder. A tingle of excitement arched along the muscles. He moved her elbow out from the body and his mouth moved down until it was licking and kissing the sensitive flesh on the inner arm and armpit. A moment later, slowly and tantalizingly, his lips kissed their way to the left breast. She felt him there at her nipple, like a thirsty person sucking juice from luscious fruit. Not once, in his gentleness, did he hurt her.

As his teeth teased sensuously at her nipples and his knowing hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks, Sue suddenly realized that her body was reacting… in a most pleasurable manner. She purred deep in her throat as his lips moved on to her right breast, then to her right armpit, and traced an exciting trail of fiery desire down across her rib cage to her navel. One of his hands left the pleasantly tingling mounds of flesh on her buttocks and, using the fingertips only, began stroking the underside of her knee and the soft inner sides of her thigh.

"Ummmm," she purred, as his tongue flickered at her navel. Sue wasn't exactly sure when his fingertips brushed against her pubic hair, all she knew for sure was that suddenly he had reached the vagina. She gave a little gasp of fright and flattened her buttocks down into the mattress; his hand was trapped, unable to move. He sought to move his fingers, but her thighs were like a hot flesh vise.

"Sue," he said, "open your legs."

"No… it hurts."

"Daddy will kiss it to make it better."

What had he said? What did he mean? Kiss it? "Dick?" she began questioningly, but she had her answer in the next moment, for his tongue had left the warm cottony cave of her belly button and marched boldly across the bare plains of her abdomen and into the silken forest of her sparse young pubic hair.

"Dick?" she groaned again, not certain exactly what he was doing. In her anxiety, or perhaps it was merely subconscious desire, she eased the pressure of her thighs and his hand was freed from captivity. She tensed again as he nuzzled his cheek in the fleece of her pubic mound and used his thumb and forefinger to slightly separate the soft fleshy lips of her vagina. Oddly enough, he was so gentle that she hardly felt his touch, much less pain. She was suffering from apprehension and indecision, however. Whatever Dick had in mind was something totally alien to her – something she had never heard about, never even suspected. He moved his head down to her thigh and kissed it – starting once again with that extremely sensitive area behind the knee, moving upward – ever upward – occasionally taking large sucking erotic bites of the inner thigh flesh into his mouth, and at other times using his tongue as a stylus to sear flaming trails of desire into her trembling body.

Then his tongue reached the soft protruding folds of her young pulsating pussy. She sat upright, forcing his head away. "No, Dick. No."

"Why not?"

"I hurt there."

"I'll kiss it to make it better," he repeated softly, his voice droning smoothly like a recording.

"No… it still hurts." She pulled his head up to breast level. She felt it necessary to say something – anything! She took a deep breath. "Dick, I've never told you this. I don't know why I'm saying it now. But you must be gentle and understanding with me. My mother and her mother and all the females on my mother's side for as far back as we can remember have had something wrong with them. I didn't know about it until the day before the marriage or I would have told you. Sexual intercourse is extremely painful… it hurts. So you must be gentle and not expect too much out of me." Even as she said it, her mind was reeling in guilt and she felt like weeping. She had planned to keep this her secret; and now, for some reason, she was blurting it out. Maybe, she thought desperately, I'm really looking for help… maybe Dick and I working can solve this thing. She was not prepared for his sudden bark of laughter.

"What absolute rubbish," he said, unkindly.

"I mean it, Dick," she said, pleading for understanding.

"Look, my little pet, I know something – a great deal – about women's problems. What you claim is something that simply is not organically possible. Psychologically possible, yes! We have a name for acute painful sexual intercourse. It's called mental vaginismus, or more plainly, monosymptomatic hysteria. Get that word 'hysteria', because that's exactly what it is – a form of nervous hysteria."

"I tell you it hurts; it's excruciating."

"You think it hurts. You've been brain-washed. And I am going to prove it. Remember, I am your… husband. Repeat that!"

"You think it hurts. You've been brainwashed." She heard the words, they seemed to come from someone other than herself. She had no will to resist; her body felt as though it had turned to foam rubber.

"I am your husband and I will not harm you… You will answer my questions truthfully."

"I will answer… your questions truth-fully."

"Sue, have you ever reached a climax – had an orgasm? Any kind of orgasm, even from masturbation?"

"No… I have never masturbated to… completion. It is self-abuse… sinful."

"I thought so. All right, now lie there… relax… and let your body speak to you about how it really feels." He began kissing her breasts again.

His mouth moved away from her breasts after a moment and began nibbling at the small fold of flesh right below her navel. He gently bit a particularly sensitive area where her hip bone and upper thighs joined. Her body had begun to purr again. Then his hot hungry mouth spread the soft fleecy pubic hair and fastened over the fleshy opening of the vaginal tunnel leading to her womb. A sudden jolt of pure feeling arched through her loins as he began noisily sucking the vaginal lips; it was a gentle vacuum, tugging and caressing the nerve ends. "Aahhhh," she crooned softly.