One of the most intriguing moments I experienced while at the hotel was an incident in which I was not directly involved, although I must admit, I did get some satisfaction out of it.
I had just finished checking a room recently vacated and was starting to leave when I heard voices coming from the adjacent room. I noticed that the door connecting the two rooms was open and when I reached to close it, I saw a young couple in the other room. It was late in the evening and they couldn’t see me because of the darkness of the room in which I was standing.
The couple was in the middle of the room, near the bed, caressing and kissing.
I should have dosed the door and gone on about my business, but I remembered, checking the couple in. They were newlyweds, both young, probably in their late teens or early twenties. I should have left, but, honestly, I was nosy. I wanted to see what they would do.
The boy was rubbing his hands over the girl’s back and buttocks, then on her breasts. She was moaning slightly, pushing her body into his, and running her hands over his back. They separated and he began undressing her.
“Honey,” the girl said, “please be gentle. I… I’ve never had a boy before.”
Her words seemed to shake up her new bridegroom. His fingers fumbled at her dress and I could see beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. He undressed her and took off his clothes. She was a slender girl, both in build and height. Her small breasts stood out proud and the pink nipples were like rosebuds. I had a profile view and saw the soft brown hair between her legs.
Her stomach was flat, legs well-shaped, and her small buttocks stuck out just enough to be enticing.
Turning my glance to the boy, I saw that he was muscular, the athletic type, lithe and lean. He was well-tanned and stood about a head taller than his bride. A large pole hung between his legs and it was just beginning to stiffen.
His bride was going to be hurt a little the first time that meathook entered her joy box!
Now that they were undressed, they began running their fingers over each other’s body. The boy’s prick stiffened at her first touch and her nipples stood erect and proud. They embraced and kissed, and he pushed his body hard against her. Breaking apart, he took her hand and placed it on his hard cock.
She gently stroked and rubbed it, playing with his balls. She might be a virgin, but she certainly knew about foreplay!
The bridegroom played with her cunt hairs and soon she was moving her body, first from side to side, then toward him. He picked her, up and placed her on the bed. She was still holding onto his prick and seemed eager to get at it.
“Honey,” she said, softly, demurely, “be careful. Please.”
She spread her legs as the boy climbed on top. He gently edged his tool toward what I could see was a wet, waiting hole with bright red lips anxiously anticipating the experience. When he pushed the head inside her, she moaned, putting her hand over her face. As he penetrated deeper, I could see he was having problems. The girl’s membrane was resistant, so be pushed harder. When he succeeded in getting all the way in, the girl sobbed, but raised her hips to meet his slow, patient thrusts.
“Are you all right, Connie?” the boy asked, evidently concerned he might have hurt her.
“I am now. It sure hurt at the beginning, though. But now, it feels real good.”
And she must have meant it, because she started lifting herself and meeting each of his thrusts, which were more incessant now, since he was on the verge of coming.
“Are you ready to come?” the boy asked, panting, pushing harder and deeper into Connie’s cunt.
“I… I think so. I feel funny inside, like something is about to explode.
Now. Now. I think this is it.”
Connie moved her legs around the boy’s waist and pushed in closer to her lover-husband. When she did, I could see his long, strained penis, slipping in and out of her hole, and blood was all over it. Well, be had certainly gotten a cherry this time!
When they came, the girl moaned and groaned so much that she had to put both hands over her mouth to keep the noise from carrying through the hotel. But, despite the newness and the pain, which I remembered well, she kept humping into the boy’s rod, determined to enjoy this moment of rapture as long as she could. Being a virgin, she had a lot of juice stored up, and she was losing it all in one load.
Her husband had stopped pumping several minutes earlier, but she continued to fuck him and pushed her body as hard against him as possible. Finally, with her several spasms completed, she removed her legs from around his waist and fell back on the bed. They were both breathing heavily and embraced and kissed feverishly. When the moment subsided, they got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom.
I started to close the door and leave, but when I heard them re-enter the room, I decided to stay and see what else transpired.
Connie sat on the bed, still nude, and her husband stood in front of her, his limp prick drooping, the veins standing out in plain sight.
“Connie, play with it some more. Then take it in your mouth and suck on it.”
“Bill, are you sure it’s all right. For some reason, it… it seems dirty.”
Bill laughed. “No, sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with doing that. After all, we’re married now, and anything between a husband and wife is okay. Here, let me show you what I mean.”
He gently pushed her back on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the side. He knelt on the floor, slowly pulled her legs apart, and kissed her on the box.
“Oh. Ah.” Bill had placed his bride on a high plane, just by kissing her cunt.
I had to see what she did when he continued.
Bill ran his tongue over her lips and her whole torso followed the pull of his tongue. Her hands went to her breasts and pinched the nipples, then moved to her stomach, which she rubbed hard and fast, I saw that her eyes were closed and knew she must be heaven.
Suddenly, I felt a slight sensation on the nipples of my tits and that familiar twinge between my legs. I pressed my legs together and tried to turn my thoughts back to the same on the bed.
Bill was gobbling at Connie’s pussy, chewing the lips, darting his tongue in and out of her hole, while, at the same time, kneading her buttocks. She was in ecstasy, and had moved her legs until they were on his shoulders and she had his head entrapped. He continued licking, nipping, and putting his tongue deep inside her box.
It was then that I realized I was rubbing my hairy mound. I had slipped my hand it side my skirt and could feel the smooth silk of my panties. While I couldn’t take my eyes off the couple, I began to pay more attention to my own desires.
Slipping my finger inside my panties, I moved it between my legs.
My cunt lips were moist and I gently rubbed them, at the same time using my other hand to massage my tits. When I noticed Connie grab Bill’s head and pull it between her legs even harder than he was doing, I rammed my finger into my cunt and pumped like hell. I had to be careful and not make any noise, or they would know I was there. My finger wasn’t as good as what Connie was getting, but, with the sight before me, I was too hot to stop now. The faster Bill ate, the faster I rammed my finger in and out of my pussy.
“Oh, Bill, put your tongue in deeper, all the way in.” Connie was panting madly, pulling his head hard against her crotch. “I’m… I’m coming, Bill, I’m coming. Ah. Oh. Wonderful. Ah.”
At the same time Connie opened her flood gates, I felt a sticky substance envelop my finger. And, like Connie, I couldn’t quit coming; I had to continue my finger play. I must have come at least two more times, as I stood there and watched her unload time after time. She was fortunate in that she was on a bed.
I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from crumbling, as my knees weakened each time I shot off a load.
When I stopped coming, I wiped my finger on a towel and looked back into the room of the honeymooners. Bill was finished, and Connie was still lying on the bed, her legs apart, her juicy cunt fully exposed, her eyes closed, and breathing heavily. Bill wiped his face and stood there looking at his bride, a satisfied smile on his face. I saw that his cock was stiff and I had to stay and see what happened next.
“Connie,” he said, softly, pulling her into a sitting position. “How did you like that?”
“It was… was great, just great. So satisfying.”
“I’m sure that’s the way it’ll be for me. So, here, play with my tool and then put it in your mouth.”
Connie must have been well pleased with the way Bill had eaten her-she didn’t hesitate. Looking at the huge meathook, she rubbed and stroked it with one hand while, with the other, she played with his balls. Now he was in heaven. He closed his eyes and swayed his body toward her, hands gently stroking her head.
The more Connie played, the more emotional Bill became, and he steadily inched closer to her. She pushed the meat all the way back to the hilt and looked at the large, purple head. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and pulled his body toward her.
Bill edged in slowly and let his cock ease into her waiting mouth. Since it was so big, Connie couldn’t get it all in, but she must have done a good job on the part she did get in because Bill was moaning and moving back and forth, pulling her head toward him when he moved in. With one hand, she continued to play with his balls, but kept him back with the other, afraid she would choke if he rammed it in too far.
Connie pulled her head back to where her lips were just on the ridge of the head of his penis. I could see her bite into the bulb of flesh and each time she did, Bill shuddered from excitement. She ran her tongue over the head and caused him even more torment. Then, just as quickly, she put as much as she could in her mouth, then sucked as she pulled her head back. There was no way he could withstand the pressure much longer.
With a heavy grunt, Bill pushed his prick into her mouth as far as he could, and I saw Connie gulp hard as his white liquid coated her throat. She squeezed his balls and chewed at his cock, draining him of every drop. When he was empty, Bill stroked her head lovingly, leaving his cock inside her mouth as it lost its stiffness. When it was completely limp, he slowly pulled it out. There were signs of whiteness around the head and I saw Connie wipe at her mouth.
“Sweetheart,” Bill said, excitement in his voice, “that was good. I really enjoyed it.”
Tired from their endeavors, they lay on the bed, but not face-to-face. Instead, Bill’s head was at Connie’s feet and her head at his feet. They were in plain view of me and I saw them playing with each other, still experimenting and exploring. Bill was running his fingers through Connie’s mound of pubic hair, and pulled her leg to where it was bent and propped on the other leg. This gave him a full view of her cunt. He did the same so she could play and look at his cock and balls. Although this wasn’t especially enticing to me, I didn’t move.
I hoped there would be more and I wanted to stay and see what went on. Too, my tits were getting that sensation again and I could feel the twinge between my legs.
Bill ran his fingers along Connie’s box, playing with the lips, and occasionally letting his finger slide into her cunt. Connie was busy with his penis, and stroking and playing with his balls. Every once in awhile, she would kiss his cock on the head.
As for myself, I again had my hand inside my panties and was rubbing my mound.
I didn’t put my finger in my hole right, away, content with rubbing the lips and feeling the wetness. But, I knew it would only be a matter of time until I finger-fucked myself again. With the newlyweds playing with each other, I could withstand the temptation only so long. When I saw Bill’s prick begin to rise, and Connie’s pussy getting wetter and wetter, that was all it took. I rammed my finger into my hole as far as it would go and rotated it.
I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. Scooting just a few inches, I pushed my hips away from the wall and pumped my finger as fast as I could. I had to exert great control to keep silent, because it was so ecstatic that I wanted to yell, moan, groan, but knew I couldn’t. My hips moved quickly as I pumped faster and faster. When I came, I crossed my legs and pushed my finger in as deep as I could, and moved it against every inch of my pussy. The juice was like a bucket of paint, as it flowed over my finger and onto my hand. I continued moving my finger, pulling out even more juice. Finally, there was no more to come. I wiped off and moved back to the door.
While I had been satisfying myself, Connie and Bill had been arousing each other. His cock was now stiff as a board and she was kissing it. Her cunt was juicy and he was running his tongue across the lips, making her gyrate wildly.
But, there was to be no snack this time. Bill maneuvered until he was in the most unusual position I have ever seen.
He lifted Connie’s legs and then turned his back to her. Her hips were slightly off the bed and her pussy was fully exposed. Bill then mounted her, in a sort of upside-down dog-fashion. This position, a new one to me, allowed full view of the sex act by both partners. He could see his cock slip in and out of her cunt, as she could from the other side. It seemed like it would break her back, but she didn’t seem to mind.
While this position obstructed most of Connie from my sight, I could easily see Bill’s large pole sliding in and out of the juicy hole. Connie’s anus was also in full view and Bill played with it, rubbing the tip of his finger across the opening as he pumped Connie. I could see she was returning the favor and Bill spread his legs to allow her freer access.
I realized I should not have finger-fucked myself, so soon. The sight of that meathook going in and out of that warm, wet cunt set me on fire, but I also knew I couldn’t come again this soon. All I could do was stand there, watch the orgy in front of me, and rub my hairy mound.
Bill was giving Connie fits. He pulled his body forward until only the head of his cock was in her cunt. Then he pushed down until their bodies met. Each time he did, I heard her moan, low and passionately. It must have been driving her up the wall, because from the angle Bill was perched each time he pushed into her, his prick had to rub her inside walls, sending all kinds of sensations through her body.
Connie responded enjoyingly to each thrust. While the position must have been rough on her back, she managed to raise her hips with each of Bill’s thrusts and welcome him borne. I saw heir hand move to his balls and when she massaged them, Bill increased his pumping.
“Are you ready?” he asked, fucking harder as she squeezed his balls.
“Just about. I will be in a few more seconds.”
When Connie put her hands on Bill’s Buttocks, that was the signal she was ready to shoot her wad. He pulled his prick almost all the way out, then rammed it home. In that position it must have torn her walls apart. But she only groaned, loudly, and pushed up to meet him. I saw her nails dig into Bill’s buttocks as she humped against him, unloading more of her juices with each hump.
Bill pushed hard against her body, forcing his prick deep inside and I, saw him flinch as he came. He rotated his hips, causing his prick to touch all corners of Connie’s flooding box. She, in turn, gyrated with him, unloading spurt after spurt.
As for me, I quietly closed the door and headed for my apartment. If I was going to do any more finger-fucking, I wanted to do it on a bed. I don’t believe I could. have stood up again and unloaded my juice box. My knees would surely have buckled under me.