Michael Jaeggers - Honeymoon hotel

She made no effort to halt his fumbling efforts to unfasten the bra clasp, trusting him and herself. His movements, concealed by the straw and the night, were successful. A delicious moment later, his bare hand was on her naked breast; his fingers played over the nipple and he lovingly squeezed the firm, full mound of flesh. Never before had it felt so delightful to her. His tongue had become imperative, his movements almost frantic. His hips buffeted against her pelvis. She found herself panting – wanting him to stop, yet deep inside wanting him to go ahead forever. She wanted him to kiss and bite her breasts the way Petey had with Marylou. She was only vaguely aware of the clopping of the horses' hooves and the murmuring sounds of other couples who had also buried themselves in the anonymity of the hay. No doubt everyone was necking furiously, she thought. Suddenly, the breath went right out of her body. With one unhesitating smooth motion, Dick's hand slid up her thigh, dug itself under the thin elastic leg band of her panties, and touched the hot, moist lips of her now fevered vagina. Oh, God! She had been dying for him to do this… and now she didn't want him to. Immediately she dropped her arm and tried to pull his hand away; she also attempted to move her mouth from his. She was helpless, so weak. She was almost beside herself as he began massaging the hot throbbing passage between her legs. Once, his thumb and forefinger tweaked the sensuously tingling clitoris and a shower of ecstasy sparked through her groin. He began using his other arm to force her hand down toward the awesome bulge in his pants. She could feel reason leaving her; it was insane. "No… no!" she cried aloud and struggled upright. No one noticed her.

Sue saw him looking at her, wild-eyed and trembling. Finally he seemed to gain control of himself and nodded that it was safe to come back into his arms. She did so, trembling like a person afflicted with epilepsy, and kissed him gently on the lips. The bulge in his trousers felt even larger now, and she could feel it beating like a second heart against her bare thigh.

She had almost decided she would do something about relieving him, when the driver shouted to someone, and Sue heard Sally Miller's voice, "Hey, everybody, we're here!" The wagon made a half circle and stopped at the bank of a river. A huge bonfire was scattering sparks to the night. The smell of broiling steaks came on the wind. A keg of beer was tapped as one of the farm hands began playing a guitar. Dinner was followed by a round of singing as the bonfire slowly died down. One by one, the couples began drifting into the perimeter's darkness.

Sue felt Dick's hand pulling her to her feet. Arm in arm they walked down the dark beach. They had almost reached the end of the sand bar when he suddenly stiffened and whispered, "Shhh. There's someone out there." Sue could hear the muffled groans and something that sounded suspiciously like the sound of body slapping against body. "What is it?" she whispered, half-frightened, not knowing what lay out there in the darkness.

She saw Dick grin and he put his mouth against her ear. "I think it's Sally Miller and Harvey Johnson. Come on, let's see."

Sue held back. "That wouldn't be nice," she hissed. "We shouldn't."

"Come on," Dick insisted, and took her hand. "Be quiet."

They moved silently across the beach heading toward the little gully that separated the sand bar from the bank. Dick pulled her low to the ground in order to cut down their silhouette. They peered over the bank.

Sue made an audible gasp, which was quickly shut off by Dick's hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide in amazement. There, down below them, only about ten feet away, were two nude bodies. Sally Miller's naked white thighs were spread wide and jerking frantically in the air as Harvey Johnson lay heavily between them. She saw Harvey's buttocks raise, revealing a huge white rod of glistening flesh in the moonlight; the rod was sunk deep between Sally's open thighs! Harvey thrust it forward and the girl's naked vagina rose to meet it in midair. She squealed out in delight. Faster, faster, the two bodies moved against each other. Sally's breath was coming in loud, short, puppy-dog-like pants and her movements were frantic. "Fuck me harder, harder… oh, yes…" Sally groaned then, with her face contorted in lascivious lust and passion, cried out, "I'm cumming, Harvey. Ah! Ahhh… aieeeee. I'm cumming. Fuck harder!" She made one maddened thrust upward and then fell back on the sand, her body spasming uncontrollably, her legs pounding the ground. A moment later, Harvey rammed forward and groaned out his own release, and the couple lay still; the only sound was their hoarse exhausted breathing and the slap-slap-slap of water as the little silver river waves rolled peacefully up on the sandbar.

Sue was only vaguely aware of Dick leading her away into the darkness. Well, now she'd seen it. She knew the word for it; Sally had been 'fucked', and Sally had used the word 'cum' as her body went insane with lust… just as Marylou had screamed out she was 'cumming.' And Sally had enjoyed it, had obviously been deliriously happy during it… and so had Marylou.

The sight had almost maddened her with a strange unwanted desire. She could feel the hot dampness now of her own awakening loins. Dick was pulling her firmly away from the bank toward the darker shadows by the bluff. Once, when she opened her mouth to say something, he held up his hand and silenced her. After they had gone about fifty yards, he stopped and pulled her body around toward him. They kissed. Sue wasn't attempting to tease him; she had a fire in her loins that cried out for extinguishment. She didn't know how to put out the fire or how it could be put out; that would be Dick's job. All she knew was that she was instinctively grinding her pelvis against that forbidden area where his trousers bulged. Instinct told her that when these two junctions were finally joined, the fire would blaze up in an all-devouring conflagration, explode, and then slowly die like a beautiful sunset.

Standing on tip-toe, abdomen wantonly pressed against him. Sue suddenly felt Dick's sure hands sweep up under the short skirt and cup her thin panty-covered buttocks in his palms. A second later, his thumbs hooked over the elastic waistband and with one delicious motion, her panties, were pulled down over her hips. Dick fumbled with his zipper and then the long hard rod which had been held captive for so long was released. It pressed hotly against her naked belly, throbbing hungrily with each beat of his heart. Standing pelvis to pelvis, she felt his knees spread outward a bit to lower himself. Then the fevered cock was between her thighs.

"Dick," she moaned. "Please… no. We can't." That was what her lips said, but her body was screaming, "Oh, yes… now, right now, my darling. What difference does a day or two make now." And so, without conscious volition, she flexed and unflexed her thigh muscles against his throbbing penis knowing by his moan of pleasure that she was instinctively doing the right thing.

Dick sawed his cock between her thighs; she could feel the hardness of it moving back and forth inside its sheath of hot thin skin.

His finger had begun to seek out the now moistened entrance to her womb and after a second he found it. He turned his hand palm up to cup the whole of her naked crotch in his hand and, at the same time, force her thighs apart. She hated to lose that wonderful contact between her upper legs and his penis, but she permitted him to spread her anyway. His fingers were moving like those of a sensuous harp player across her vaginal lips. She wanted to cry out in delight. Never before had she ever felt anything so soul consuming. Her neck arched and she moved her face from side to side, her lips contorted and panting out over and over again, "No… no… no," and obviously – from her wanton actions – meaning, "Yes… yes… yes."