Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Ahhhh!" she repeated, this time loudly, as his tongue began licking the entire length of her open cuntal slit – running from anus to clitoris.

"Ahhh… oooooh," she gasped, as first his lips and then his teeth found the hard little clitoris. She strained her hips up to his mouth, arching her back and planting her feet in the mattress in an effort to rise and meet him.

"AAHHH… AHEEEEE!" she screamed, as his hot quivering tongue went boldly into the tunnel of her cunt, moving in and out as though it were a small sure penis. She was aware that her breath was coming raggedly from her taut lips, that she had reached down to his head – not to push him away, but to keep him there… forever! Some shrill hysterical voice – which sounded somewhat like a tinny hollow echo of Mother's – was screaming in the nethermost regions of her mind that this was wicked, perverted, that it was painful! The gratifying, wonderful sensations in her snatch pushed that shrill voice back, back, back until it was obliterated by another scream; this scream was one of passion boiling out of her lips, out of her soul.

Oh, how his tongue and lips and teeth all worked together in a fully orchestrated symphony of pure feeling! She could feel things happening down there – wild, uninhibited, beautiful things… of nerve endings singing and screaming in delight, of muscles flexing and unflexing in joy, of flesh and bone and pores all in harmony. She was revolving her hips in a grinding, circular motion against his avaricious, indomitable mouth.

"Don't stop, Dick. Oh, God… don't stop, darling!" she panted, for now something else was happening down there. Everything was rubbing against each other – like nylon and wool – throwing off sparks which were igniting the ganglions. She had never thought she would feel this; she thought she was incapable of it. And then, as though a miracle, she was cumming! She could tell because body and soul were separating.

"Uh… uhhh? Ahhh… ah… ah… ah?" It was a question, a plea! She raised her buttocks clear up from the mattress and, as she did so, his tongue left her vagina and his teeth and lips clamped hard on her gently pulsating clitoris. She screamed, and she knew she was screaming loudly. "Go on… Go on. Go!" Now, like desert mirages in midday's heat, her womb began to dissolve – shimmering into incandescent nothingness. Her insides had become roaring cataracts racing and dancing toward the sea… and their white waters bubbled, raged, boiled, and spurted from her cunt – like torrents from a broken dam – as she screamed again, "I'm cumming!" There was nothing in the universe but that one great pit and pendulum of sensation and release. Her ears heard not, her eyes saw not, her mind thought not. Only the cunt was there – the almighty cunt! – stronger than all her other organs put together, and it screamed out a song of ecstasy that would not be denied. That sweet, intolerable delight stayed with her for ten million eternities, and during it all she lay gasping, and thrashing that only sentiment thing in her body against his voraciously hungry lips.

It finally ended. Not with a bang, but like the slow fading of Summer's first sunset. She felt him kiss the warm flooded area between her thighs once more then his mouth moved back to her hips. She could feel her cum cool and damp on her thighs and buttocks. Then he used his free hand to turn her on her side. He kissed the right buttock, then continued to press her over until she was lying face down. Sue didn't resist; her will power had been completely vapourized by the velvet explosion that had only moments ago torn her still quivering belly asunder.

Sensation was slow to return, but when it did, she was aware that he was reverently kissing her smooth, oval buttocks. Occasionally, he would desist to lick a teasingly sensitive spot at the base of her spine, but he always came back to the soft rounded mounds of flesh to kiss and gently nibble. A warm glow began to spread throughout her anal area as new and recharged blood pounded through the revitalized muscle paths, arteries and capillaries.

She heard him mutter as though he were an art connoisseur, "Such untouched beauty… such a sweet, young little ass… so supple, so soft and warm, so charmingly shaped and virginal."

Now he gradually began to change his activity there. He interspersed his kisses with occasional sharp little bites. They weren't painful – not too painful. They were, she had to admit, rather exciting. Sue sensed he was getting ready to do something different again, and she mentally told herself that no matter what he did it would be heavenly if it were even only half as delightful as the thing he had just done. Nothing, though, bad prepared her for what came next. His kisses, his rabbitlike nibbling, became more urgent. Suddenly, he pushed her legs apart and then knelt behind her. She felt him use his thumbs to spread her soft yielding buttocks wide apart and then… his tongue was moving again, now licking the inner crevice that joined her vaginal slit below.

Once she had recovered from her momentary flush of embarrassment, she thought that it was an odd sensation. Not displeasing, not really pleasurable or erotic… "strange" was the word. His hot, wet, trembling tongue moved the length of her anal crevice; she felt the first stirrings of excitement when it lingered over the base of her spine again. Then he backed off and down. "Dick," she gasped, as she felt his tongue tip quiver against and then wetly worm its way into her tiny puckered anus. A forbidden, wicked pleasure shot through her loins. "You mustn't," she groaned, "it's not right."

Now he pulled his mouth away. "Anything is right between a man and a woman – so long as it gives pleasure and not offense. And I know you're having pleasure… you're a natural for this. Believe me, I can tell."

"But… but…"

He laughed. "But is right. You have a delightful little 'butt'. And I'm going to make love to you there. I'm going to fuck you there, Sue."

"Oh no, darling, you can't," she protested.

"Pray tell why not?"

"It isn't right, darling it just isn't right," she moaned down into the pillow.

He repeated, "Anything is right between a husband and wife," Then he lowered his head again. She felt his hands beneath her hips pulling her belly up off the mattress. She wasn't kneeling exactly, but her smooth rounded buttocks waved up in the air like an ostrich's. She felt foolish in that position; she felt obscenely naked with her unprotected behind upturned that way. But, still, he was her husband… and he wouldn't hurt her?

She felt his tongue leave her anus, to be replaced by a finger that probed as if it, too, wanted to enter the tight forbidden passageway and she immediately tensed. Then suddenly, he reached up, grabbed a pillow, and slipped it beneath her stomach to keep her from failing flat again. At the same time, the finger back there had begun a gentle little sawing movement against her tightly puckered anal ring. Now he was pressing in tighter, tighter. She winced and groaned, trying to push her belly down into a pillow and abruptly the fingernail portion of the digit was inside her. She was rather surprised. Somehow she had thought it would hurt, but it didn't. It was, if she were honest with herself, sort of pleasant… as long as she relaxed and didn't fight it.

Now he was sawing continuously – nothing abrupt – always gentle, but always pressing in a bit deeper. She moved her hips experimentally, then discovered the best movement was one using the leg and belly muscles to raise her buttocks back.

"That's a good girl," he said soothingly. "Such a good girl, with such a fine little asshole. You'll need next to no instruction. Pure instinct, I wager."

"Dick, you mustn't talk like that," she protested through her soft mewls of pleasure. Her protest was rewarded by laughter from him.