Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Turn around," he ordered, "and I'll wash your back for you."

Dimpling, Sue did as she was instructed. She felt the roughness of the wash cloth rubbing against her upper shoulders. Then he was moving down to a spot directly in back of her breasts. She glanced down and saw that both of her nipples were erect and that her areolas were covered with foamy goose bumps. Now he was rubbing her buttocks – first roughly with the rag, then gently and lovingly with just his bare hands covered with slippery warm soap and water. She could feel the soap suds slithering down the crevice beneath her spine and abruptly she remembered the dream of being made love to that way. Dick's hands were all over her now. Breasts, buttocks, abdomen…

She felt him move back from her for a second and, feeling disappointment, she turned and saw him lathering up his penis and pubic hair. Then he was back again, his huge hot cudgel pressing against the smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks, his chest hair against her smooth back. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and lifted the hair from the nape of her neck and licked there. A shiver of delight went through her entire body. If her heart had been pounding before in fright, it was running away in excitement now. He pressed his prick forward into soapy buttocks. Sue stood there, feeling the exquisite sensations of his penis against the slippery cheeks of her ass. Then he slid it beneath her and it rubbed against the labia of her cunt. Immediately, she tensed. It hurt. Dick however was making no effort to penetrate. She looked down at her front and could see the tip of his penis protruding out from the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs. To her, it looked as if it were her own. Without volition and not really realizing what she was doing, she ran her hands down across her soapy belly, through her damp nest, and clasped the head of the cock in both hands. She squeezed. It was an electrifying thing for her; she had never touched him before – not this way, not in this manner. She could feel the current flowing between his prick and her hands. It was beautiful… it was exciting… it was the most sensual thing she had ever felt in her life – except for the silly dream, of course.

Dick felt her hands there and he groaned. God, he thought, I'm so excited I'm about to cum right now. I feel like a hopped-up high school kid getting his first piece of tail and cumming before he's even able to put it in. He began making little swaying movements to and fro, and his desire hardened prick slid along the entire length of her vaginal crevice – from clitoris to anus. She moaned. He wasn't sure whether it was one of pain or delight. A moment later, when she moaned again, he knew she liked it.

He had both of his hands on her hips bones now, moving them and her away from him, then back to him. There was friction – a hot soapy glorious friction – on his cock. Friction from her vaginal lips and hair, friction from the cheeks of her ass. Abruptly he became aware that Sue was doing an absolutely wild and wonderful thing with the muscles of her buttocks. She was flexing them, and with each movement he made they tightened along both sides of his cock. He began moving faster and faster. He wanted to put it in her; he wanted to stick it in her cunt, her asshole – anywhere! – for he could feel the waiting load of sperm in his balls beginning to boil impatiently.

Sue, gasping for breath, knew she wanted him inside of her bowels. She could remember the dream. She wanted him deep in her rectum! She wanted him deep inside her womb! She wanted him inside her belly, no matter how it hurt. She could feel all her nerves, all her muscles, all of everything crying for release. The only release would come from him being somewhere inside of her. She turned suddenly and the hardened penis slipped from between her legs. Dick groaned. Her open mouth reached up hungrily for his lips, and she savagely kissed him in an attempt to communicate her urgency, her acquiescence, her desire. Then, she forced her hand down to his straining cock. It took all the will power she owned to make her hand close around it. Dick groaned deep in his throat. She remembered Marylou's activities with Petey. She moved her hand experimentally on the long hard hot shaft, and could feel the skin moving – but not the shaft itself. It feels like the scruff of a puppy's neck, she thought, then excited beyond belief, she began pumping on it. Dick had begun French-kissing her, and his hands had slipped down to her buttocks. He kneaded them, and she felt the most delicious of lewd sensations.

Sue was no longer attempting to stroke him; she was frantically pulling at that virile instrument – trying to pull it into her vagina – when Dick suddenly let out a low moan of delight and stopped breathing. The cock swelled in her hand, and then she felt it begun throbbing. She watched it, fascinated, as the white hot cum spurted out all over her belly and pubic hair; it ran in great white rivers to join the soapy trails streaming down her glistening thighs. Dick continued to cum, his penis continued to throb for almost a full minute. He kept his eyes closed in rapture during the entire thing. Finally, he sighed deeply as if just beginning to breath again.

"Ummmmm, that was the greatest!" he said.

Sue blinked uncertainly, trying to assess her emotions. She was pleased that she had made him feel good; perhaps the word "pleased" wasn't strong enough. She was "happy" that she had been able to. It was her own feelings that were troubling her right now. She still felt the intolerable heat of her own desires – those strange, alien desires which she couldn't analyze. Sue knew that there had been a shameful, uninhibited moment there when she had actually wanted to bend over in front of him and spread her buttocks apart so he could insert his penis in her rectum. Another moment she had felt the overwhelming need of having it – no matter how agonizing – put into her vagina. And there had been the feeling of that wonderfully strong piece of hard flesh beneath her hands… she had, when the heat had been the greatest, wanted to kiss it – to pay tribute to it. She knew now why some writers called it a "God head."

She looked down at Dick's maleness. It was flaccid, barely three or four inches long, oozing white liquid and covered with soap suds. Then she threw back her head and began laughing. It was a laugh of relief, of happiness shared, of delight with the moment in time and space.

"What's wrong?" Dick asked, puzzled and feeling she was making fun of him.

Impulsively, she threw her arms around his waist and put her head against his chest. She was getting her hair all wet, and she'd have a terrible time getting it set properly before dinner tonight, but she didn't care. "I love you," she said, squeezing him. She giggled again. "You felt just like… like a dying horse… twitching away there."

A second later he was laughing with her. And abruptly Sue knew that everything was going to be all right between them, that sex would not be painful once her vagina had stretched a little and become accustomed to his size. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could spoil their happiness, she thought with all the innocence of the young.

Within her body, the heat began building up again… and she was impatient to have that accommodation made as soon as possible.

Dinner and the asinine conversation seemed interminable to Nora. She had been hotly impatient for the real activities to begin after everyone went to bed. The bitter-sweet anticipation had made her irritable as she waited for the signal from behind the window. She kept looking up at the one-way mirror, waiting for those two impossibly slow fools to get their photograph equipment ready. Dick had started to awaken twenty minutes before, and she had been forced to tell him, "Sleep… go back to sleep… until I tell to awaken… sleep…"