Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

Morgan snorted. "You don't know the half of it."

"Why you wicked devil you. I suppose you've already sampled the merchandise."

"Merely my official duties as tastour to the king."

"And how did it taste?"

"All honey, m'lord," he laughed.

Lord Medwell cocked one eyebrow in amusement. "I don't suppose you stopped with that. A bit of buggery for dessert, perhaps? How was that?"

Morgan stopped smiling. He stared at him and said with great sincerity, "Incredible. Absolutely incredible! She has the most phenomenally talented rectal reactions of any apprentice I have ever met. The first time, the very first time she's ever indulged, and already she reacts like a specialist."

"Come now, Morgan. She can't be all that good."

"She is! Furthermore, she's so innocent, so naive, that one would almost suspect she's acting."

"Perhaps she is."

"No, she isn't putting on." He paused, thoughtful. "I really suppose I should try to cure her vaginismus before we start our training sessions."

Lord Medwell looked alarmed. "I say! Is it contagious?"

Morgan guffawed. "No. It's just the silly little bitch thinks sexual intercourse is painful to her. She's been brainwashed by someone. Bloody mother, probably."

"Well, it's our Christian and charitable duty to do all we can to bring joy to her life," Lord Medwell said, biting his lower lip and grinning broadly.

Morgan's stare was enigmatic. "She has a great deal of joy already, providing she can learn to relax."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Brace yourself. I know this will come as a traumatic shock. The boy could loan you a couple of inches and he'd never miss it."

Lord Medwell glared. "That's supposed to be a joke?"

"No. The truth. You might ask Nora. He went in so deep that Nora was sure she'd suffer peritonitis; she even had me do a pelvic examination of her this morning to make sure that nothing was ripped."

"I don't believe it!"

Morgan shrugged. "You'll have your chance to see him in action with Nora tonight… after our photographs are taken."

Lord Medwell was still shaking his head and muttering in disbelief when Morgan left him ten minutes later. He went to the window and noticed that the boat had come into sight again beyond the headland. His mouth watered as he though of the enjoyment to come to him tonight and the delights – the sheer delights – that would come tomorrow when the girl would be forced to do anything he asked.

Aboard the boat, Sue watched Dick expertly tacking against the wind. She sat on a big red flotation cushion which also served as a lifebuoy in case of capsizing. How sure he seemed of himself, she thought. How very poised for a young man, and how very handsome. She was so proud of him. She shifted her buttocks against the cushion, seeking a more comfortable position. That dream last night! That had been quite a dream – so real! And this morning she had even awakened with her rectum feeling very sore. She supposed the soreness had something to do with the breaking of her hymen. Her vagina still ached… odd about that part of the dream, too. She felt a vague stirring of excitement as she remembered Dick's tongue and lips down there in her dream. She resolutely told herself that it was Dick in the dream, even though he had Morgan's features. That coupled with Dick's making love to her in the behind! Men didn't do that with women! Or did they? She wished life was that simple – that men and women could just make love any old way they wanted and enjoy it. Perhaps some did. In her case she knew it was wishful thinking anyway. She wasn't normal, she knew it now. It was all well and good to have a dream where you reached a climax two different ways, but reality was a different thing… and reality had already proven that her mother was right: Sue was constitutionally unable to enjoy sexual intercourse because of the pain.

Abruptly she stiffened as she recalled another part of the dream. Again, in her mind, she heard the phrases, "mental vaginismus" and "monosymptomatic hysteria." Now where did I ever learn crazy words like that, she wondered.

"Penny," Dick said.

"What?"

"A penny for your thoughts."

Sue smiled and impulsively wrapped her arms around his outstretched legs. "I was just thinking how lucky I am… with you as a husband." It was the truth, and she knew it.

Dick kissed the top of her head, then pointed to a small beach at the foot of one of the hills; it was hidden from the castle and from other viewpoints. "What say we picnic – go swimming here tomorrow?"

The beach did look terribly inviting. "Oh, honey. Can we?"

"I don't see why not. They told us the lake belonged to the castle grounds." He leered at her, and one eyebrow shot up suggestively, "We could even… ah… dispense with bathing suits. How about that?"

She pretended as though he were making a joke, even though she knew he was probably serious. "Dick! I'm surprised at you."

Her blushing protest brought laughter from him.

The afternoon wind had sprung up since they left the castle; choppy little waves slurped across the bow and sides. They both were beginning to get wet when Dick turned and began running with the wind toward home. It had taken them almost an hour and a half to reach the far end of the lake; the return trip was done in less than twenty minutes. Dick swung the tiller and the sails fluffed as the boat coasted in to dock – touching as gently as a hummingbird moving into a flower.

"Can I help store things or anything?" Sue asked.

Dick shook his head. "I can manage. Why don't you run on in and put on some dry clothes."

Sue shivered. "I am getting a little chilly to tell the truth."

"Take a real hot shower then."

Sue kissed him, then headed toward the castle. Dick watched her buttocks swing inside the tight little shorts and pursing his lips, made a loud wolf whistle. Sue looked back – grinning and pleased – then laughed raucously, as the two dogs came racing over to him and jumped on board barking excitedly.

Ten minutes later, Dick completed the securing of the boat and went upstairs to their suite. "Sue," he called, when he opened the door. There was no answer. Then he heard the water running in the shower. The urgency hit him almost immediately, and his cock started growing painfully. He left his clothes in an untidy heap on the floor and padded into the shower room. Sue was humming a song above the sound of the water. Dick looked down at his erection, now standing out in front of him as though an inflexible pole had been driven into his midriff.

Grinning wickedly and feeling extremely aroused, he stepped into the steam-laden shower room.

Sue had her back toward him. She had lathered herself all over, and the white soap bubbles clung lovingly to the shining pink cheeks of her firm, rounded buttocks. Very kissable, he thought.

Slowly, Dick put his hands around her and cupped both of her breasts.

She screamed and spun around, eyes wide in fright. Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "My God, how you scared me. My heart feels like it's going to pound right out of my body."

"Yeh. I can feel it." Dick grinned and gently squeezed her left breast.

Only then did Sue look shocked as if she suddenly realized where he was. "Dick, you shouldn't be… I mean…" she was flustered. He merely laughed and turned on the two other shower nozzles. Sue could feel one of them spraying against her buttocks. It stung sensually.

She watched as Dick took the soap and began lathering himself all over. The soapy water ran in a trail from his shoulders and breasts down to the pubic hair from which the long-range-cannon-like penis projected. He seemed terribly aroused she could tell by the way he acted… in addition to his erection. And, to be honest with herself, she was feeling a bit of wicked excitement herself.