Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

"Nora, please!" It was a strangled plea for information. Good Lord, he thought, was I drunk? What's happening to me? Am I going insane?

Nora said, "You made me do a perverted thing. You made us have… oral intercourse!"

Dick reacted as though he had been kicked in a vulnerable spot. He couldn't believe her. She was lying. She had to be lying! Why, no matter how drunk he was, that was something he'd never force on a woman. Never! And he sure as hell wouldn't go down on a broad. Well… maybe Sue…

"You're lying," he said quietly, watching her for reaction.

"Am I?" she spat out. Nora picked up the kleenex limp with seminal juices. "What do you call this? The stuff that didn't go down my throat went over my face and hair." She threw the handkerchief at him. "That's yours," she said.

Almost as if afraid of touching it, Dick reached gingerly out toward the paper. It was cold, and wet with a sticky substance. He swallowed; as he did so, he realized what that alien taste in his mouth was – her taste! The taste of her pussy! It was true. The whole thing was true!

"Nora," he started, but she interrupted him. She had begun weeping again. "I know you don't believe me, but feel this…" She took his hand and placed it against her fevered cunt. Dick felt the dampness, and the heat. Nora kept his hand pressed there. "That's your saliva," she said and then added as if ashamed, "… and my love. I couldn't help myself. You… you made me reach an orgasm… just as you reached your climax." Then she put her face against his chest. "Oh, Dick. I'm so ashamed…"

Awkwardly, Dick patted her bare shoulder. He was all too aware of Nora's breasts pushing up against his midriff; her nipples were burning two holes into his belly. Too, when he had felt her pussy, it was as though he had made contact with a live wire. He looked down at her body lying alongside his. One leg was slightly raised. He could see the little blue veins under her skin. He could feel her hot breath against his chest, her lips close to his right nipple. Her cunt against his leg! Without wanting it to, his prick was stirring to life again, as fevered blood roared along the arteries and capillaries to bring new strength, new energy, new purpose.

Now that the first shock of waking next to Nora had begun to evaporate, he suddenly realized he was lying in bed with Nora… a nude Nora… and a nude Dick. He also realized that he badly wanted to fuck her.

At the rate his prick was growing, he'd only have seconds before she realized her danger. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her over on her back. She stared up at him, her lips moistened, her upper lip reddened from wiping his cum from her face. "I'm sorry, Nora."

She nodded. "What's done is done, I suppose. You degraded me. What makes it so bad, though…" she reached up and put both hands along his face and pulled him down close to her, "… what makes it so bad is that I couldn't help myself. I enjoyed it. I wanted you. Me – a married woman – and you – a married man! Can you ever forgive me?" She blinked as if she were about to weep again.

Dick felt his heart go out to the poor woman. He had forced himself on her. He had come in here – drunk or sleep walking – and forced her to suck his cock. And here she was now, apologizing to him! He gently kissed her lips; she responded without moving.

"Nora, I don't know what happened. And that's a pity – that I don't remember. I wanted you last night… surely you must have felt it when we were in the study together. I even dreamed of you last night. I dreamed I made love to you. Forgive me, please?"

"I'm so ashamed," she repeated. "I wanted you, too, but you're just a boy. I'm old enough to be your mother… almost."

The comment about his being "just a boy" stung Dick, just as Nora had known it probably would. His cock was fully alive now and ready for any new adventure. The heat ignited in his prick and flowed upward – up the spinal cord to his brain, up the muscular paths to his heart which received the message and began pumping quantities of blood to serve the rising instrument. Dick kissed her again, and this time he pushed his tongue through her parted lips. She refused to open her mouth to him for a moment, then, groaning, she let it swim in. This citadel fallen, Dick moved his lips to her neck and worked his way to her breast. She attempted to force his head back, but then collapsed weakly and let him do his will.

Dick could feel the power growing in him. Never in his life had he ever thought he had a chance to fuck a mature woman like this. But she wanted him. She was his to do as he wanted; he could tell that by the way she acted. She was panting when his hands moved boldly across her smooth, well-tanned stomach and sought out her gently pulsating pussy. He sawed his finger for only a second; the passage was already slippery with lubricants – his earlier saliva and her cum.

Nora acted as though she were reluctant when he forced her thighs apart and got between them. "We mustn't, Dick," she sobbed believably. "We can't. This is madness."

"We are, though," he said through gritted teeth, and then, gently parting the pubic hair, he pushed the head of his cock against the labia of the moist open lips of her straining vagina.

Nora attempted to clench her legs together, but the movement was obviously half-hearted at best. "Be gentle," she pleaded, reaching down to grasp his hardened staff in her hand.

God, it had been even easier than he had thought. He kissed her and said, "I will." It was then he felt near delirium strike him down there; she was stroking his cock as she guided it directly to the opening of her cunt. Dick pressed in and his throbbing prick slid slowly and surely down into that delicious channel, where it glided like a gondola through the warm dark cuntal passage leading to her cervix. He went all the way in without pausing once; the journey took the better part of sixty seconds and Nora gasped in adolation all the time. Finally he was in as far as he could go. He deliberately flexed his cock a couple of times.

It was then that Nora went wild beneath him. It was as though she had reached count-down zero and the rockets had been ignited. She simply took off! She was no longer the weeping victim; she was exhorting him to do his damnedest, "Fuck me; fuck me to death," she screamed, her heels locking tightly around the backs of his flexing thighs.

He gave her free reign for the first couple of minutes and was rewarded with her sudden, "Aiiiiieeeee… I'm cumming." When she had quit twitching, he began his movements. He was gentle in the beginning, just as she had requested. But the soft hidden muscles of her vagina kept nibbling and sucking away at him as though she had a herd of hungry rabbits hidden somewhere inside her tight quivering belly. His tempo unconsciously speeded up. She was screaming in continuous ecstasy as he began to rotate it around a bit inside of her – making circles with his ass and then climbing high on her body to her clitoris into devastating contact with the trunk of his cock. Her hands were all over him now… first stroking his balls, then inserting a finger in his anus – it hurt at first and he groaned in protest, then it became so tremendously exciting that he reared back to get full benefit of it.

Dick was caught up in it now; the woman beat at his buttocks with her heels. She was all fire and water, fur and grit, in everything. Her fingers moved down his back muscles once as gently as butterfly wings, and the next trip they gouged holes in skin. That hurt. He wanted to punish her for that, so he slammed his cock in viciously, and was rewarded by a thin scream of pain and indignation.

She brought blood to his buttocks and back for that.

He pounded into her like the white engine-driver rod of a speeding express train. He wanted to push his prick in so far that it would come out of her mouth. He knew he was filling her, filling her as though he were the lost piece of a mammoth jig-saw puzzle. It was wonderful… beautiful. She gasped out lewd exciting words at him at the apex of each stroke. Usually it was an obscenity and a command at the same time. "Fuck me… harder… fuck," she chanted, gasping and wheezing as though she were about to expire.