Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

Finally her eyes grew wide in supplication. "I'm cumming," she moaned. She panted and writhed. His cock was a voracious animal now, insatiable, demanding. He began using his leg muscles to propel it in even deeper, bringing moans of sheer desire and passion from the woman beneath him. She was all women of the whole world wrapped up in one woman; all women wailing and screaming and writhing as they all came at once. "I'm cumming," she screamed again and again, and her fingernails dug like plows into the furrows of his back.

And Dick was cumming – cumming with her, cumming into all the women of all the world – everyone and everything, sun, moon, and stars – all cumming at once. The happiness of the women could not be denied. She was all women – he was fucking all women. She was the Goddess of cunt, he the God of the cock. She screamed and collapsed twitching beneath him and he continued to pound into her until he knew there was nothing left in his body. The witch inside her had sucked his soul out of that tiny opening at the head of his prick.

It was a long time before he pulled the flaccid cock from her. It made a lewd, wet sucking sound as it popped out. Nora's body was soaking with perspiration. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "That was beautiful," she said in obvious dismissal. "But you'd better get back to your room." She pulled up the sheet as if hiding her body in shame from him… or bringing down the curtain on the first act.

Dick saw his pajamas lying in a heap on the floor. Feeling foolish, he began to dress. When he looked toward the bed, Nora was already asleep.

He slowly made his way from the room. As he walked the darkened hallways toward his own suite, he suddenly felt a great wave of guilt wash over him. He had betrayed his wife on their honeymoon. The guilt was compounded by the fact that he knew he would fuck Nora again if he were given half a chance… and he rather suspected and hoped that the chances would be many during the next two weeks.

Sue was troubled. Her thoughts and emotions were elusive as trout in a dark pool – impossible to catch and examine. Something was wrong! She didn't know what it was – but something definitely was not right.

Earlier that next morning she had awakened – languorously – feeling more relaxed and happy than she could remember. She had been awake only seconds before the dream returned. Once again she had dreamed that Dick had made love to her – violent, satisfying, and thoroughly enjoyable love! And she had reached orgasm after orgasm until her climaxes had all run together in one sweet, never-ending symphony of sensation. She swallowed noisily as she remembered the details of that dream. It had been Dick in the dream, but Dick looked different… actually Dick looked more like Tom Morgan and Lord Medwell. She remembered what she had done. After Dick had licked her down there and driven her to the point of madness, he had asked her to suck on his penis. She had done so – at first out of love, but then with a deep animalistic desire to devour it. He had cum in her mouth, and so entranced had she been with him that he had actually been forced to push her mouth away after she had swallowed all of him and continued to nibble at his deflated penis. That had been the Dick who looked like Lord Medwell. Next, the Dick who looked like Tom Morgan had made love to her the same way he had in the dream the night before… slamming in and out of her rectum until she was a screaming, helpless piece of wild flesh impaled like an insect on the end of a skewer. Then the Lord Medwell faced Dick had made love to her in the vagina! It was this method that had caused her to reach peak after peak of progressively greater orgasms.

And through it all there had been the lightning storm – brilliant flashes of light.

These dreams surely must be the subconscious telling me that I must give myself completely to Dick, she thought. I'll tell myself that if it doesn't hurt in the dream, then it won't hurt during the real thing. She had wanted him in there during the shower yesterday; she supposed that was why she had dreamed. Still, though, it was odd. She knew she really wasn't interested sexually in Lord Medwell or Tom Morgan, and so she was puzzled by the fact that her husband had their faces in her dreams.

All morning long she worried over her dream like a dog with a bone. At breakfast, though, other things happened that caused additional alarm or concern. Lord Medwell actually leered at her; it seemed almost as if he knew that she had dreamed about him last night. And Dick and Nora seemed to be silently speaking to each other across the table; she didn't like the hungry look on Nora's face, nor did she care for Dick's guilty glances in the older woman's direction… it was as though the two of them were sharing some secret. She felt a pang of jealousy, quickly dismissed.

All told, there was something wrong. The music of the days was being played off-key. Her suspicions were not relieved when Morgan, smelling of something like vinegar, arrived late for breakfast. He smiled fondly at Sue, as if he were especially proud of something she had done. She was forced to turn her head away because she remembered that her husband had looked like Morgan when he made love in her behind during the dream.

Lord Medwell had demanded impatiently of Morgan, "Well?"

Morgan smiled. "Perfect!"

"Even mine?" Lord Medwell asked hopefully.

Morgan lifted one eyebrow and smirked. "Every exposure is perfect." He put a particularly nasty emphasis on the word "exposure."

Sue noticed that Lord Medwell and Nora both sat back, relaxed. Both had snug expressions on their faces.

Later, when she and Dick had been walking around the castle grounds, Sue said, "Those people gave me the creeps this morning."

Dick, who had been pondering Lord Medwell's and Tom's behavior, confessed himself equally puzzled. Actually, he was glad to have Sue voice her suspicions. During breakfast he hadn't been sure that it wasn't his own nerves reacting to a guilty conscience. He could be honest with himself. He knew that it was really Sue he wanted; he would do anything for Sue. But he also wanted excitement – action and reaction. Sue, the times he made love to her, had lain there like a show window dummy being raped. Her only comments being, "You're hurting me." Nora? My God, that was really something. How could he have gone down on her and made her blow him. He didn't doubt that it had happened… all he knew for sure was that he had dreamed he was eating Sue's pussy… then had awakened to find himself with Nora. The dream that first night had triggered it, he thought.

The day passed leisurely. A wind had sprung up over the lake which made sailing a bit risky, so he and Sue had taken a long hike. She seemed strangely withdrawn… he hoped she didn't sense that he had been unfaithful to her. God, anything was impossible! Maybe she could smell Nora's cuntal juices on him when he returned to bed… although she seemed to be sleeping so soundly that she looked drugged.

Earlier when he had been making plans for the afternoon, he had wanted to steer Sue to one of the deserted coves and beaches on the lake and make love to her. Now she seemed so introspective that he decided to wait until they returned to the castle. Twice she had turned to him as if to say or ask something, but then her resolute expression had changed and she turned away from him. The only crowning thing – the only thing that made him feel Sue's problem did not include him – was her impulsive grab around his waist and her upturned face saying, "I love you, my husband!"

They had reached the castle gate when Dick found a small lizard sitting on a rock beside the trail. He picked it up and Sue squealed in a little girl's fright. He held it out to her, and she squealed again. She ran. He chased her, laughing. They were joined by the dogs – both barking in joyous excitement.