Chapter 1
Sandy Morrison prayed that the hotel would be air conditioned! She was burning up in her wool sweater and skirt. She had removed her jacket the moment that they arrived at the Caracas airport. Glancing across at her new husband Guy, she noted that he had loosened his tie and had opened the window of the taxi to let the warm wind blow in his face as they entered the freeway that sliced through downtown Caracas.
In a few minutes they would be naked in each other's arms. The thought was disquieting to Sandy even if this was their wedding night. She had known Guy for a little over six months, and Sandy was certain that she was in love with him. But she had never allowed him to make love to her. And she really knew so little about him!
Like their sudden marriage, and now this trip to South America. He had asked her to marry him on Monday. Then, two days later, announced that as the result of a special opportunity at his company they would spend an all-expense-paid honeymoon in South America.
"Caracas Hilton, senor," the driver announced with a toothy smile.
Sandy watched the bell captain remove their luggage from the trunk of the taxi while Guy went inside to register. The entrance of the Hilton was beautifully landscaped, but Sandy didn't linger in the heat. It was only when she was in the spacious, colorfully decorated, air-conditioned lobby that Sandy felt the uncomfortable tenseness leave her body.
In a moment she would be alone in a room with her husband, and Sandy scolded herself for feeling so nervous about it. After all, it wasn't that she was a complete stranger to sex. Three years earlier, when she had been eighteen and a freshman in college, Sandy entered into an affair with her sociology professor. He was in his late-forties and recently divorced and Sandy briefly thought that she was in love with him. She had given him her virginity and found it a frustrating and disappointing experience. In a dozen attempts over a period of three months, she had never been able to achieve an orgasm. After they broke up, Sandy avoided all sexual contacts, wondering if there was something wrong with her.
"All set, Sandy," Guy said, walking up to her with a bellboy in tow. "We're in room twelve-o-six. How's it feel to be Mrs. Morrison on her honeymoon in South America?"
"Exciting," Sandy replied with a smile. "Particularly inside this air-conditioned hotel. I don't know about you, darling, but I was burning up in that taxi."
"I asked about that," Guy said, taking her arm and guiding her to the bank of elevators just off the lobby, "and they said it was a freak wind of some sort. Desk clerk said it hit Caracas about noon and they're predicting it will be gone by morning. Something to do with a hurricane in the Gulf."
Sandy stepped into the room as the bellboy held the door open. The breath caught in her throat. She wasn't accustomed to such luxury! It was like a suite. There was an ample-sized living room with a sofa and two lounge chairs. At the end of the living room, and separated by a decorative sliding screen, there was a large bedroom. The entire wall, both in the living room and the bedroom, was made up of huge windows overlooking downtown Caracas.
"This is lovely!" she exclaimed. "But are you sure we can afford it?"
"We're not paying for it, remember?" Guy laughed as he tipped the bellboy and closed the door. "My company picks up the entire bill, and we have a five-thousand-dollar bonus coming if I find my man."
"What man?"
"I'll explain later," her husband said, coming to her and taking her in his arms. "You've been putting me off for six months and I don't intend to wait a minute longer."
Sandy opened her mouth as she felt his firm lips crush against hers. She locked her arms around his neck as he pressed his body against her and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Her muscles tensed for a moment when she felt him cup her buttocks in his hands, but she forced herself to relax. There was no need to keep her guard up any longer. She was a married woman now, and, for better or for worse, Guy Morrison was her husband. Sandy could feel the growing hardness of his male organ pressing against her young belly and desire began to sweep through her quivering body.
"Hadn't we better close the drapes?" she breathed in his ear as their mouths parted.
"Modest?" he teased.
"Nope," she laughed. "I just want you all to myself. I don't want any dark-eyed Venezuelan beauty looking up here and getting ideas about you. Didn't I tell you, I'm a very jealous girl!"
She pulled away from him and closed the drapes in both rooms. Then she turned to face him. Sandy knew that she had to tell him, but she dreaded it.
"Darling," she began as he took her hand and pulled her to the large bed, "there is something I have to tell you. Wait! Please wait. Guy, I'm not a virgin," she blurted out. "So?"
"Well, I had to tell you. It happened a long time ago. I was young and silly, and it didn't mean anything. I haven't seen the man since."
"That's all?" Guy asked, hearing his suspicions confirmed. Something had told him that she wasn't a virgin, even though she would never let him touch her sexually. But he was certain that she wasn't one of the modern girls who fell into bed with every man who bought them dinner. That was part of her attraction to him.
"What do you mean, that's all?" she asked. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
"I didn't mean it that way, silly," he said, kissing her neck. "I just meant that it wasn't important to me, that's all. What's past is past. I'm not a virgin, either."
"Please," she sighed, running her fingers through his dark brown hair, "please don't list your conquests."
"I wasn't about to, and I hardly think you'd call them conquests. Darling, let's get off this ancient history routine and enjoy the glory of our present." He pressed his lips against hers and brought one of his hands to one of her full breasts, while the other one gently caressed her resilient buttocks. Her lush, ripe body excited him! For months he had longed to hold her in his arms like this, to have her in bed. He had been telling the truth when he said that his few sexual experiences weren't conquests. With the exception of one very promiscuous girl in high school, Guy Morrison's sexual contacts had been limited to a few prostitutes. A quiet, unassuming man approaching thirty, Guy had never been very successful with women. He had substituted sports and work for girls and limited his conquests to pleasant daydreams.
Now suddenly here he was with a gorgeous wife in a strange foreign country! He kissed Sandy passionately and caressed the soft fullness of her ripe young breast. Their bodies twisted and melted together as they clung to each other with rapidly mounting desire.
"Darling," Sandy sighed as their mouths parted, "I'm burning up! Let me get out of this sweater."
She pulled herself to her feet and began heading for the bathroom.
"Sandy, please don't disappear. I want to watch you undress. After all, I'm your husband now."
"But...."
"This is no time for modesty, Sandy," Guy said with a warm laugh. "Married people share everything. They have no secrets. I've been waiting months to see your lovely body. Please!"
Sandy took a deep breath and turned around to face her new husband. She dropped the nylon nightgown she had taken from her suitcase and brought her trembling fingers to the small zipper on the back of her sweater. She was embarrassed, but she knew that he was right. She had to conquer her shyness with him, and if he had been waiting for this moment she had no right to deny him. Sandy knew that these awkward moments at the beginning of their marriage would pass, but she couldn't make her fingers stop trembling as she dropped her sweater on the chair and began unbuttoning her skirt.
Guy could feel his cock straining against his tight slacks as he sat on the edge of the bed and watched Sandy slowly remove her clothes. She was such a gorgeous creature! Her long blond hair fell in soft waves to her shoulders and halfway down her graceful back. She reminded him of a young Julie Christie. Her face had the same sharp, yet soft, features. Her pale blue eyes seemed to radiate a depth of warmth, and her high cheekbones gave her an exotic look. He particularly liked the fact that she wore almost no makeup. Her full, sensuous, lips were covered with a thin coat of light pink lipstick, Sandy's only compromise with the modern cosmetic industry.
He thought that his straining cock was going to rip his undershorts apart when he saw her beautiful young breasts bob into view as she pulled her shoulders free of her bra. Sandy had a tiny, yet full-bodied figure, and her tits looked even better than Guy had imagined they would.
They were heavy and full, like two perfectly shaped pears, and they stood out proudly on her slender chest. Her nipples were small and pointed, like tight buds on a rose bush. His balls ached as her beautiful body reminded him of the full-bodied girls that he had seen in Playboy magazine.
Without removing his eyes from the intoxicating beauty of her body, Guy began slipping out of his clothes. He stopped when he saw her begin pulling her sheer nylon panties down over her full hips. A light muff of golden blond pubic hair sprang into view and Guy's heart pounded in his chest. God, what a lascivious sight! From what he had heard from other men, he assumed that all women had dark pussies. The blood rushed through his veins as he stared at her golden triangle. He thought that he could see the pink lips of her hair-fringed vagina quiver with desire. Guy almost tore his shirt as he pulled it free of his body. He was convinced that he was among the luckiest men in the world. Sandy was the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen and she belonged to him!
He kicked his shoes off and stepped free of his slacks, quickly pulling his shorts down. His penis was throbbing with desire as he left his shorts on the floor and stood naked at the side of the bed.
Sandy blushed as her eyes went to his crotch and she saw his organ standing rigidly and proudly in front of him. She couldn't remember having felt this uncomfortable before in her young life! She wondered what she was supposed to do now as she stood stark naked before her husband. Will this moment never end? she cried to herself.
Guy walked quickly to her and threw his arms around her naked shoulders. He felt his balls twitch as he pressed his excited cock against her soft and warm body. Her proud, pointed nipples seemed to burn holes in his chest as they embraced and brought their lips together. Her skin was firm, yet soft and exciting to his touch. Their tongues united in a warm embrace and Guy ran his hands lovingly and abandonedly over her luscious body.
When he could stand it no longer, Guy pulled her slowly to the bed and lowered her gently on the mattress. He stood above her for a long moment, gazing down at her nakedly sensual body. She had slender, yet perfectly formed, legs. Her thighs were full, but not heavy. And her luscious tits rode firmly on her chest like beautiful peaks on proud mountains.
"You're making me nervous, darling," Sandy said quietly, her body squirming under his lustful gaze.
"You're so beautiful!" he exclaimed, lowering himself beside her on the bed. "Sandy, I love you so much!"
Whatever doubts she had about her marriage seemed to evaporate with his tender words. This strangeness would pass. Excitement began to build in her young body as she once again felt his hungry lips pressed against hers. She felt one of his hands grasp one of her breasts and a tingling sensation rippled through her body when his fingertips began kneading her nipple.
Maybe there was nothing at all wrong with her. Maybe she had simply been waiting for the man that she loved! His warmly caressing tongue felt so good in her moist mouth! And she loved the feeling of his hard athletic body pressed against her. Sandy closed her eyes and allowed the small ripples of pleasure to course through her trembling system.
How often had Guy dreamed of this? How many times had he imagined himself holding Sandy's naked body in his arms? It was like having his daydreams of making love to one of the beautiful playmates come true! His hands wandered over her body, each touch of her soft skin triggering exciting shocks in his system. This was no daydream. This heavenly creature was his and he was going to fuck her!
The ache in his balls become overpowering and he reached down and pried her full thighs apart with his hand. His fingers dipped into the shadowy depths of her warmly moist pussy as they writhed together. Her pubic hair felt like silk!
Guy could wait no longer. His lust-incited prick pressing against her nakedly displayed body was threatening to explode! Spreading her legs with both hands, he crawled into a kneeling position between her lewdly naked thighs. He could feel his heart pounding in his testicles as he stared down into the open flower of her now glistening cunt. The cuntal lips were spread wide apart and the abysmal depths invited Guy to enter.
Guy leaned forward, guiding his blood-distended cock to her cunt with his hand. He brought the purplish swollen head to her wet vaginal opening and pressed it firmly against the tight opening. A groan of desire escaped from his throat as he jerked his hips and forcefully sent his prick inside her lovely body.
Sandy clenched her teeth to keep from crying out as she felt her vagina expand to accept the penetration of his rigid organ. She had forgotten how much it hurt when the man who deflowered her first thrust into her virginal cunt! The winding blood-bloated veins along the length of his cock seemed to gouge out canals along the walls of her vagina. She gritted her teeth until the pain subsided, then slowly opened her eyes as she felt his juice-covered penis begin gliding in and out of her body. The tension left her as the pain gave way to a very exciting, wonderful feeling. A burning itch began between her legs and swept through her veins to ignite every nerve ending in her body. Her nipples began to swell, then became hot and warmly rigid. She could feel her juices flowing, lubricating her canal until his organ seemed to fly in and out of her.
"Oh, my darling!" she moaned, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him desperately.
Guy was beyond himself with lust! No prostitute had ever excited him like this! He knew that his decision to marry Sandy was the best thing that he had ever done. An animal grunt rumbled in his throat when he heard his heavy balls slap against the cheeks of her widely splayed ass. Her cunt was so excitingly tight and warm! Drawing back, he lunged his prick into her again and again. His balls ached and throbbed as he drove into her with everything he had.
Sandy was surprised to hear her heart pounding in her temples. The burning itch had become a raging fire in her body. Small shock waves raced through her every time that she felt the mushroom-like head of his penis ram against her cervix. Joy swept through her. It hadn't been like this before! She had never been this sexually excited in her life! She pressed her thighs against his waist and locked her ankles behind his bucking hips. Her hips began to writhe against the mattress as he drove his desire-bloated prick into her warmly receptive pussy with long, swift thrusts.
"Ooooohhh!" she moaned, clinging to him firmly. She could feel his virilely excited penis pressing against the entrance to her womb. Her breath came in short rasping pants as her excitement continued to grow.
Guy fucked her mercilessly like a bull rutting a cow. His hips worked like pistons, ramming his throbbing prick in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina. The blood in his veins had turned to pure lust! He felt his balls rumble as if they were the epicenter of a huge earthquake. The months of having her push him away whenever they became intimate seemed to crash in on him and he drove his long hardened length deeper and deeper into the tight damp fissure of her belly.
The explosion seemed to begin in his toes. It worked its way up his legs and thighs, becoming more intense by the moment until it reached his testicles. He felt his balls swell, and then suddenly they erupted with the force of a volcano to send his hot viscous love cream racing through his cunt-hungry prick and into the warm depths of her wanton body.
Sandy opened her eyes in surprise when she felt his penis expand to mammoth proportions inside her. She ground her hips up and mashed her pelvis against his raging body when she felt the white-hot jets of his cum splash inside her vagina. Her own excitement seemed to double and she clung to him. She was close, so wonderfully close!
But then his hips stopped bucking and his hard organ was still in her body. Not yet, she wanted to cry! It was all she could do not to scream at him, "Don't stop now!" Desperate tears welled in her young eyes as she felt his body relax on top of her. Not yet, her soul cried, not yet!
It was the same thing that had happened before, but much worse because she had never been this excited before! She tried to cling tightly to his body as he slowly lifted himself off of her. His rapidly reflating penis slid from her vagina and she suddenly felt empty.
"That was worth waiting for, wasn't it, darling?" Guy said as he lifted himself and stretched out beside her. He couldn't remember enjoying any girl as much as he had Sandy. He brushed the hair away from her forehead and kissed her lightly.
"Oh, Guy!" she moaned softly, pressing as close to his body as she could. She knew that she should tell him, confess her problem and rely on his experience to help her solve it, but what could she possibly say to him?
Guy closed his eyes for a moment and let the warm black cloud fold around him. The long day, filled with their wedding, the small reception, and the long flight to Caracas caught up with him and he drifted off in peaceful sleep.
Sandy clung to him until her body began to tremble. Afraid that she would wake him up, she pulled herself to her feet and walked on shaky legs over to the living-room window. She parted the drapes an inch and stared out at the bright lights of Caracas at night.
What in the world is wrong with me? she wondered. The excitement had left her body and she felt painfully empty. Her hands trembled as she held the drapes open. Did I make the biggest mistake of my life in getting married today? she asked herself. She had hesitated when Guy asked her to marry him, but he was everything she wanted in a man. He was strong, athletic, and so handsome!
The confused, frustrated, slightly desperate, twenty-one-year-old girl walked back to the bed and stretched out on her back to stare at the ceiling as she waited for sleep to overtake her. She would have to discuss it with Guy in the morning. But how would she explain it when she didn't understand it herself?