Misty Marsh was just falling asleep when the racket started. The people next door seemed to be laughing, running around, and jumping on the bed. The hotel walls were so thin, she couldn't help but overhearing them. The noise made it impossible for her to sleep.
"Oh, darn!" Misty sighed, using the naughtiest word in her vocabulary.
The noise was getting louder now. Misty wondered what on earth the people were doing. She blinked, getting used to the dim light, and that was when she saw the little hole in the wall. Bright light was shining through from the next room.
Misty could kneel on her bed and look right through the hole. Who knew what the hole was for, maybe some long-ago electrical connection, but it gave her a perfect view of the next room and the guests who were staying there.
Misty recognized them now, newlyweds who'd arrived at the hotel that afternoon. The man was tall and handsome, a real hunk, and his bride was a slim brunette. He was chasing her around the room, making her laugh and squeal.
"Come on, Amy," he chuckled. "You're all mine now. As my wife, you have to do what I want."
"No way, Ron," Amy grinned. "I didn't promise to obey. It wasn't in the ceremony."
Ron rushed at her, and she jumped up on the bed, making the springs creak. He lunged at her, and she jumped off laughing. They were making an awful lot of noise, and Misty knew she wouldn't be able to sleep till they'd run out of steam.
She'd get something out of it, though. At least she could watch them. She knew it wasn't nice of her to spy on them, but then it wasn't nice of them to keep her awake, either. She figured it was a fair exchange.
Now Ron was chasing Amy around the room again, and he finally managed to trap her in a corner. He grabbed her and pulled her close for a kiss. Amy struggled for a second, then went limp, moaning softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm!" she sighed.
Pretty soon she snaked her anus around his neck and began rubbing her crotch against his. He cupped her nice little ass and squeezed it. They seemed to kiss forever. Misty watched them with great interest. She might just learn something tonight.
Little blonde Misty was just out of high school, and she'd been very strictly raised in a conservative small town. Now she was working her first job, making money for college by working as a maid in this big resort hotel.
Secretly she'd been hoping to learn how sophisticated city people lived. She knew so little about anything, especially sex. Her mother had refused to discuss the facts of life with her, and she was burning with curiosity. Well, it looked like some of her questions might be answered tonight.
Ron and Amy finally came up for air, both of them flushed and breathing hard.
"There," Ron said, "isn't it more fun to obey me?"
Amy looked suddenly timid.
"Yes, it's fun, honey," she said, "but I have to admit I'm nervous. I don't know if I'm ready for this."
"Ready for what?" Ron smiled. "Marriage?"
"No, I mean for going all the way," Amy replied. "I know that sounds silly."
"Not at all, honey," Ron said. "We'll just take it slow and easy. I know how to relax you."
He scooped her up in his arms and carded her to the bed. Now they were only a few feet from the wall, and Misty had an even closer view of them. Her heart was pounding. She prayed they wouldn't turn off the light before things got started. Very gently Ron removed his bride's clothes. Amy was blushing, but she didn't resist. She must have decided to go through with it, no matter how nervous she felt. Like Ron had said, it was her duty as his wife.
Amy had a beautiful body, slender yet curvy. Her tits were apple-size and high-riding, and they stood up firmly even as she lay on her back. Her bush was small and dark and triangular. Ron ogled her young body, his eyes hot with desire.
But true to his word, he didn't rush her. He let her lie there naked while he took off his clothes. Misty got really excited about that. She'd never seen a naked man before. She could hardly wait for him to take off his shorts.
Of course she knew that men and women are built differently. She'd managed to pick up a few facts from her school friends. But she'd never seen a cock, and she was dying to know what size and shape it was. She watched breathlessly as Ron skinned out of his shorts.
"Oh, my gosh!" she breathed.
Then she clapped a hand over her mouth. There wasn't much chance of the young couple hearing her, but she had to be careful. She stared wide-eyed at Ron's stiff prick. It was a whole lot bigger than she'd imagined.
In fact she couldn't understand how a woman could take such a huge thing into her body. Ron's cock was a good eight inches long and as thick as a girl's wrist. It was so engorged it lay flat up against his belly, and it bulged with big blue veins.
Misty knew about fucking. She knew the man had to put his cock into the woman's cunt to make a baby. But she didn't see how that monstrous thing was going to fit into Amy's tiny pussy. She glanced at Amy to see how she was reacting. Amy looked terrified.
"My God, it's huge!" she exclaimed.
"Silly, you already knew how big it is," Ron grinned.
"Yeah, but I only felt it," Amy said. "I didn't see it."
Ron chuckled and then said, "Wasn't that romantic, groping around in my car?"
"Oh, for sure," Amy sighed. "And you trying to get into my pants all the time. Well, you had to marry me to get what you wanted, didn't you?"
"I haven't gotten it yet," Ron leered.
He started to reach for her, but she drew back and said, "Easy. You promised you'd relax me first."
"Right, I will," Ron said.
He slid a hand between her thighs and did something that made her squeal. Misty wished she could see what he was doing. Amy seemed to like it, because she didn't draw away or tell him to stop. She just lay there breathing hard while he played with her pussy.
"Mmmmmm, I like that!" she gurgled.
"I can make it even better," Ron said. "Open your legs wider."
She did, and now Misty could see everything. She had a brief glimpse of Amy's lovely pink slit and its fine fringe of dark curls. Then Ron's hand got in the way. He slid a stiff finger over the tender flesh, sawing back and forth between the plump folds. Amy moaned and writhed.
"Oh, yeah, I love that!" she sighed.
Misty wondered how it would feel. Her mother had been very stem about such things. She'd warned Misty never to touch herself down there. Even when she bathed, she had to soap her pussy with a washcloth, not with her fingers.
Well, it would be easy to find out. She reached up under her nightgown and slid her middle finger between her thighs. She rubbed it back and forth over her cunt, just like Ron was doing to Amy. It felt very nice, very exciting.
Of course her mother would have a fit if she knew, but Misty was on her own now. She was earning her own money and paying her way to college. She could do whatever she wanted, and she decided she wanted to play with herself.
Breathlessly she copied everything Ron did to Amy. She matched his slow sensuous rhythm as he worked his thick middle finger over his wife's slick pink cunt. She could see pearly juice leaking from Amy's little fur-fringed cunt mouth and soaking Ron's sliding finger.
Soon she was creaming just like Amy. Her pussy felt all hot and wet and swollen, and even her lightest touch gave her a steady buzz of pleasure. She wondered why her mother had been so against something that felt so good.
Her mother had been against everything that had to do with sex. Misty had gotten the impression that Mom never wanted her to go out with men or get married. That figured. Mom had been a man-hater ever since Daddy walked out on them, years ago.
She'd tried to make Misty into a man-hater, too, but it hadn't worked. Even though she wasn't allowed to date, Misty just loved boys. She'd always had a secret crush on somebody, and she was always fantasizing about boys and sex.
Now she watched Ron giving his bride hot pleasure, and she wished she had a man to do it for her, too. But she was doing pretty well for herself as she stroked and massaged her seething little cunt. Even without a partner, she was having fun.
"Mmmmm, honey, that's so nice!" Amy gurgled.
"How about doing something for me, too?" Ron asked, his voice hoarse with lust.
"Of course, darling," Amy said. "Just show me what you want."
He took her hand and placed it on his stiff standing cock. She flinched a little, but she conquered her fear and let him wrap her fingers around the thick column of blue-veined meat. He showed her how to pump his cock, slowly and sensuously.
"Got it?" he smiled.
"I think so," she said shyly.
While she pumped his prick, he massaged her hot pink cunt. Soon his finger was dripping with her sticky cunt juice. As her excitement overpowered her fears, Amy pumped his cock faster and harder, and it began to leak big hot globs of juice.
Of course Misty was fascinated with all this, and at the same time she was getting to know her own body. She was exploring her pussy for the first time and finding out how tender and sexy-feeling it was. She just loved playing with herself.
Then Ron did something new. He took Amy's clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading the slick little button. Amy squealed and shivered with pleasure, and she drenched his whole hand with a big rush of sizzling cream.
"Ohhhhh, God, Ron, yessssss!" she cried. Naturally Misty had to try that. She searched out her own clit and grasped it firmly, then began to knead it like Ron was doing to Amy. The pleasure was so hot and intense, she almost squealed. It felt much more exciting than just rubbing her gash.
"Unnnnhhh, honey, don't stop?" Amy whimpered. "Keep doing it, please!"
Ron was kneading her clit faster and faster, and she was writhing with pleasure. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, and she closed her eyes as the dizzying pleasure overpowered her. She stiffened, gasped, then began to convulse.
"Ohhhhhh, God, whaaahhhhhhh!" she howled.
Misty was wondering what made her yell like that, when suddenly the same thing happened to her. She gave her cunt an extra firm squeeze, and her whole body seemed to explode with pleasure. She barely kept from screaming with ecstasy.
It was a few moments before she could see straight again, and when she looked through the spy hole, Amy was staring wonderingly at Ron. "My God, that was fantastic!" she panted. "What happened to me?"
"You came, honey," Ron said. "You had a climax."
Misty almost gasped. That meant she'd had a climax, too, her very first. It was even better than she'd imagined, the hottest pleasure she'd ever felt in her young life. How could her mother be against something like that?
"Get me off now, baby," Ron said, putting Amy's hand back on his cock.
She fisted his cock and started pumping. Ron lay there panting, his nostrils flared. His bucking cock dripped thick cream. Amy wasn't so shy and nervous with him now. She was grateful for the climax he'd given her, and she wanted to return the favor.
She held his huge prick firmly in her curled fingers and pumped it faster and faster. That was something Misty couldn't imitate, and she felt envious. She wished she had a big fat cock to play with and explore. She watched breathlessly, memorizing every detail.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah, harder now!" Ron groaned.
Amy gave him what he wanted, pumping his engorged cock with lightning speed. Ron's eyes rolled, then closed, and he bared his teeth in a lusty grimace. He went absolutely still for a second, then let out a yell and began hammering his exploding cock in his wife's fist.
"Awwwwww, yeah, aaaagggghhhh!" he shouted.
Thick wads of come-cream shot from his piss hole and splattered the wall. Misty watched breathlessly, finally understanding how men climaxed. She was learning so much tonight, and she sure hoped the show wasn't over. She wanted to know everything.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, great!" Ron sighed, sinking back on the bed. He pulled Amy into his arms and gave her a deep steamy tongue kiss.
"Now," he grinned, "let's get down to serious business."