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AMANDA'S HONEYMOON (Victorian couples, first orgasm)
by Jenny Wanshel

Amanda lay in bed listening to the moans of the woman in the next room.

They were honeymooners, just like she and Jack were. The other couple
had arrived at the hotel at the same time as Jack and Amanda. 

And that night, as Amanda lay in bed nestled close to Jack, savoring
the bittersweet pain of her torn hymen, she heard the other woman
cry out. 

First there was the sound of something hard banging rhythmically 
against the shared wall, over and over for several minutes, then a
series of muffled noises that sounded like low moans and gasps, and
then she heard the other young woman's voice cry out "oh oh oh!"

She's just lost her hymen, Amanda thought. Just like me. She herself
had cried out, softly, when Jack first entered her with his penis.
She wondered if the other woman had heard the low, gasping sob.

Thankfully, it hadn't lasted long. Jack had wormed his thing up inside
her, as her moist vagina secreted an oily lubricant that eased the way,
and then he had thrust in and out a dozen times and lay still. 

He kissed her and said "Now you are a woman." She snuggled into his
arms and whimpered, crying softly to herself, hot tears spilling
down her cheeks. Yes, now she was a woman, a married woman, and
she might have a baby. It was just like Aunt Matilda had told her
it would be, when they had their little talk before the wedding.

Aunt Matilda had explained that on her wedding night Jack would take
off his clothes and lie naked on her, and place his babymaker inside 
her. And then something would spurt out into her, and it might make a 
baby and it might not. They would keep trying until a baby was made.

She had explained that it might hurt at first. It probably would. 
She would get used to it, and might even come to enjoy it in time.
And eventually (this was the greatest secret of all) she might 
feel a great rapture of ecstasy like...nothing she had ever felt
before. But one had to be patient. It might be years before she
felt it, and even then she might not be sure what it was.

"Jack will know what to do, dear. All you need do is lie on your
back and spread your legs open, so that he may enter you. Don't
be frightened."

"I won't be frightened, Aunt Matilda", Amanda whispered in a quavering
voice. But she was.

And then Matilda put on her bonnet and stepped out to where her
carriage was waiting at the curb, the horse patiently chewing at
a bucket of oats, and drove away.

The wedding was a gala affair. Amanda's parents spared no expense.
There was champagne at a hurried reception afterward, and then the
wedding party raced to the train station, where Jack and Amanda,
giddy and waving madly at their friends, boarded the train to San
Francisco.

They had a pleasant trip. They had a private car, and the porter
brought them coffee. The scenic view out the window was wonderful.

Finally they arrived in San Francisco and made their way to the hotel.

It was in the hotel lobby that they saw the other couple. They were
young, like Jack and Amanda, and obviously in love. The man was tall 
and handsome, with a mustache. The woman was smaller and delicate.

"That must be the other honeymoon couple, they go in 3C," the hotel manager
said to a porter, pointing them out.

Jack signed his name in the ledger and she signed hers: Mrs. John Avery.

A porter took them up to their small honeymoon suite on the third floor
and she noticed that 3C, the room the other couple was to occupy, was
right next door. 

Perhaps they might meet the other couple. It would be nice to have
someone to dine with at meals.

They unpacked a little, leaving most of it for the maid. The little
suite had its own bathroom, and Amanda had a good soak in the tub,
knowing that an impatient Jack must be in a frenzy waiting for her to
finish.

After she dried herself off she put on the heavy nightgown Aunt Matilda
had bought for her, and over it a lacy peignoir. She inspected her hair
in the fogged up mirror. It was a wreck, and it took some effort to
fix it. A woman only had one wedding night and she had to look perfect.
 
Jack rapped impatiently at the door, for the third time in an hour.

"Coming," Amanda said. She realized that she was afraid to open the
door. As soon as she realized this she knew she had to make an effort
to be brave and she opened it and stepped out.

Jack was waiting for her. He took in her costume appreciatively, with
a smile, and gave her a kiss. Not a deep kiss, like the ones he had
started giving her after they became engaged, that inflamed her down
to the tips of her toes. Just a little peck on the lips. And then he 
let himself into the bathroom and shut the door.

She hung up the peignoir and pulled back the covers and got into bed.
She was wearing nothing but the soft flannel nightgown, and there
was nothing under it, just as Aunt Matilda had instructed her. She
could feel the flannel rubbing the soft tips of her breasts. Jack was
finally going to touch them, in a few minutes, not just squeeze them
through her clothes as she had permitted him a few blissful times.

She heard voices, and a closet door shutting, and gave a startled 
look around the room. Then she realized that it was coming from
the room next door. Evidently the wall between the two rooms was
not too thick!

Was it the other honeymoon couple? Amanda couldn't make out their
words, just the tone of the voices. It sounded like them, from 
what she had heard of them in the lobby. She recognized the man's
hearty baritone laugh and wondered what they might have to laugh
about on their wedding night. It was a solemn occasion, surely.
Wasn't he as scared as she and Jack were? She could tell Jack
was nervous.

Then she had an awful thought. If she could hear the couple in
the next room, did that mean that they could hear Jack and
Amanda? In a few minutes she and Jack were going to make love
for the first time. Would they be able to tell? She blushed
deep red at the thought. 

Why didn't they have more privacy? Didn't the hotel know it was 
their wedding night?

But perhaps that was why the hotel had placed them together on
on the same floor. It was the other couple's honeymoon too, and
the man with the mustache would be doing the same thing to his
darling little bride that Jack would soon be doing to Amanda.

She would not need to blush (well, not very much) when she saw the
other woman in the hotel restaurant, or fear that she and Jack were the 
object of their whispers and laughter. They shared the same secret.

At last Jack came out of the bathroom, wearing a robe over pajamas.

He doused the gaslight on the mantle, and then laid his robe aside on  
a chair, in the dark. 

Then he slid next to her in the big soft bed.

Amanda had never shared a bed with a man before.

"Darling," he whispered, and then their mouths met in a deep kiss.

Amanda's head swam with excitement and panic as he pulled
her close and embraced her. She felt his warm strong arms
encircle her. His tongue was in her mouth, and one of his
big hands slid down her back to stroke her buttocks. 

She reflexively reached back to seize his hand and stop him, 
and then remembered that it was her wedding night. Aunt
Matilda had told her that Jack would touch her and that
she was to permit it, even if it felt strange. It did
feel strange. 

Jack's hand gave one of her buttocks a gentle squeeze and she
she almost cried out in surprise. whimpering into his mouth.

No man should ever touch you there...but it felt exciting. 
The touch of his hands was thrilling.

He unbuttoned her nightgown. "No, Jack, wait," she said.

He kissed her. "Wait for what? It's our wedding night."

"It all feels so strange."

"It's new to me, too, dear."

They kissed some more, and as Amanda began to relax she felt
his hands pulling at her nightgown again. She had to sit up
to let him remove it, and she did. 

Under the nightgown she was naked, and she quickly hid herself
under the covers as soon as the nightgown was thrown aside. 

Jack was removing his pajamas. The light was out and the room
was dark, but there was a little glimmer of moonlight coming
in from the windows overlooking the bay, and now that her eyes 
had adapted she could see his shadowy form as he stripped off 
his pajama top. 

She could see the outline of his naked torso.
 
Then he sat on the side of the bed and removed his pajama 
bottoms. She could see only his outline in the darkness, and
could not make out what his naked body looked like as he slid
back under the covers with her.

He was naked now, and so was she. They lay about a foot apart
in the bed, breathing hard.

He held her hand and moved close, until she could feel his hot
breath on her cheek.

"Dearest," he murmured. "Did they tell you what to do? Do you
know what we are going to do?"

"I think so," she quavered. "I think I know." Aunt Matilda's
instructions had been embarrassingly explicit.
 
"Do you want to get on me?" she said.

He pulled her close. "Not yet, dearest." Then he smothered her
face with hot kisses. She felt his hands stroking up and down 
her body, touching her back, her bottom, her arms, her thighs.

He kissed her throat and then her shoulders. His lips wandered 
down her neck and brushed the upper part of her breasts, and then 
they fastened on one of her nipples, and his hands came up and each 
one clasped one of her full breasts.

He licked her nipple and she felt it tingling as it stiffened. His 
fingers squeezed her breasts.

"They are so big and full," he whispered in her ear. "They are
beautiful."

She thrilled to hear him praise her naked breasts. Her friends
at school had thought them rather biggish, and laughingly called
her corseted figure "well-endowed", and she had wondered what he 
would think of them when they were finally unveiled on this night.

He licked and nipped and sucked on her breasts and she felt them grow
warm, swollen and taut, tingling with excitement.

Her nipples grew hard and he tweaked them with his fingertips.

"Oh!" she murmured in surprise as he flicked a hard nipple and she
felt an electric thrill course through her breast. Then she wondered
in embarrassment if the woman in the next room could hear her.

"What is it, darling?"

"You may do that some more," she said, blushing.

He flicked her taut nipples again, over and over, and she luxuriated
in the strange and wonderful new sensation. Her nipples were so hard
and sensitive. Her breasts grew warmer as he fondled them. She could
feel little beads of perspiration forming in the cleavage between them.

She stroked his strong back with her hands, feeling his muscles, and 
wondered if she should do more. There was more that she could be doing 
but she did not know what it was. Aunt Matilda had hinted only that 
she would learn.

One of Jack's hands stroked her belly and slid down to touch her
thighs. Then he tried he slide it in between her thighs. They
were tightly clasped, and she realized that she should be opening
them for him on this night so she parted them slightly. 

His hand slid in and found her moist heaven.

"Ah...", Amanda gasped. He was touching her there, where she never
touched herself. She had made sure to wash it good when she bathed
earlier, knowing that he would touch it and wanting him to be pleased
with what he found. 

She parted her legs some more. His hand clasped her fat little vagina.
It was hot and damp.

One finger stroked gently up and down the rim of her outer lips. Her
labia, the doctor had called them. 

She felt a most intense excitement there. Something down there was
swelling and wanted desperately to be touched.

She recoiled in pain when he found it. His fingertip hit the tip of her
swollen clitoris and she gave a startled jump and a muffled shriek.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"You must be very gentle there. It is very tender." She didn't know
what it was, but it was tender. And there was something pleasing 
about the fact that he had found it.

His hand caressed her vulva more gently now. She wanted him to 
touch that tender spot again, but more gently; and he did. She felt
a feather touch brush it, and she gasped. It felt better this time.

It was a long time before it occurred to Amanda to wonder who taught
Jack to touch a woman. It was all new to her. Had she known that an
older cousin had permitted Jack to feel inside her undergarments and
fondle her through the slit in her bloomers, and taught him some of 
the rudiments of the art of love, she would have been deeply shocked.

Amanda had never even permitted a man to kiss her until Jack.

She felt his gentle fingertips sliding in her moist secretions,
up and down her slit. There seemed to be some obstruction to
his movements and she realized that her vulva was swollen up
and her labia were sticking out in excitement like her nipples.

So this is love, she thought, as Jack's hand caressed her hot,
swollen mound of Venus.

She was eager and trembling for Jack to climb on her now. She
wanted to feel his babymaker touch her thing. 

"Oh Jack," she whispered. "Oh Jack." She parted her legs wider
in invitation.

She stroked his back with her hands and one hand touched his
smooth, fleshy buttock. She snatched it back as though it was
burned. She didn't know if a wife was supposed to touch her
husband like that.

Jack climbed over her legs and lay on top of her. His face covered
hers and his hair cascaded around her head, and his hot mouth 
filled hers with deep kisses as his tongue plunged into her mouth.

Amanda was panting. She felt hot and faint and feverish as Jack
seemed to engulf her with his big body. She was pinned under
him now, and the sacred mystery was about to begin. She was his
lawful wife and she couldn't flee. She did not want to flee,
but she was terrified.

Something touched her vagina and she realized that it wasn't 
either of his hands. Something hard and warm and insistent
was pressing at her vaginal lips. 

She wondered how his babymaker would find the secret entrance to
her womb, tight and sealed with a perfect, unblemished hymen.

One of his hands reached down to feel between her labia and
then she felt the tip of his thing slipping between her inner
lips and sliding up and down her moist slit, searching for the
entrance. He pressed hard into her, but it was the wrong spot.
He tried again and a third time without success.

"Darling, you will have to help me," he said, whispering in her ear.

She blushed in excitement and reached down between their bodies to
find it. She found his penis lying between her legs and she grasped
it in her hand. 

She had never touched one before in her life. Her fingers played over
it, exploring it to see what it was like. It was a tube of flesh like
a big thumb, hard and warm. It had an oddly shaped head like a bell.
It pulsed and wiggled as she felt it.

She thought she knew what Jack wanted her to do. She placed the head 
of his thing against her moist slit and rubbed it up and down, 
thrilling to the sensation as the tip rubbed her clitoris. She found
the tight little opening to her womb and placed the tip against it.

"There it is," she whispered. "There."

She held him in place as he started to press into her. He put his
hand down and replaced her hand with his, positioning himself,
and then he pressed in.

It wouldn't go in at first. "Am I in the right spot?" he asked,
puzzled.

"Yes, that's it. Right there," she replied. 

He kept pushing and she felt a little pain. She opened her legs
wider and willed her womb to open to him. Goodbye, girlhood, she
thought, tears welling up in her eyes as she thought of her lost
innocence. 

The pain grew worse as he pressed in harder. He pulled back and
thrust in, out and in, and with each baffled thrust the sharp
pain came. At last one thrust went home into her and she felt
a very sharp tearing sensation and shrieked. She muffled herself
quickly, choking back tears.

"Are you all right?" he whispered urgently.

"Yes. Yes. That...was to be expected. Go on."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, but go on."

Jack pushed into her a little farther and she gasped with the
pain and the strange stretching sensation inside her. He pulled
out and pushed back in, sliding in farther with each thrust.

With each thrust he went deeper into her and she felt the strange
odd sensation of feeling herself opening up inside in a buried place 
she never knew she had before. 

She pressed her head into his shoulder and whimpered softly to
herself, trying not to cry. Aunt had told her that there might be 
blood and she should be brave and not cry if she could help it. 

She could feel something warm and wet trickling between their 
bodies and running down her thighs and she suspected it was not 
her vaginal secretions any more. Her blood was staining the 
hotel sheets.

Jack was working his thing up inside her more and at last he 
seemed to have gone up as far as he could, with his loins pressed 
into her crotch. She could feel his body pressing on her clitoris. 
She did not even know that was what it was called, although she 
knew she had a special, sensitive spot there. 

Jack pulled his thing almost all the way out, with a motion that
sucked at the inside of her vagina and made her gasp. Then he slid
back in, and worked his strong body pumping it into her and back
out again. 

After about a minute of this thrusting he collapsed on her chest
and stopped moving.

Was he done? Amanda did not know what to think. She hoped it was
over. It had not been very much fun after her hymen broke but
that was perhaps to be expected.

Jack kissed her. "You are a woman now," he said.

"Did you...is your stuff inside me?" She didn't know the words.

"I "came" inside you, yes. You could be getting pregnant now."

Amanda gasped and hot tears came down her face. Pregnant! No one
ever uttered such words in polite society. But he was her husband
and they were in the privacy of their own bed. She forgave him.

"Promise me," she asked. "Promise me."

"What?"

"That you'll always love me."

"I will. And I do."

She kissed him desperately. After a little while they moved apart 
and when his regular breathing told her he was asleep she got up 
to wash the dried blood and the sticky mess of semen off her thighs.

Yes, now I am a woman, she thought.

As she returned quietly to their bed in the darkened room she heard 
the sound of the couple in the next room. She stopped to listen. 

There was a sound of bedsprings creaking, and a muffled thudding of
the headboard against the wall. The woman in the next room made a
soft cry.

Was she suffering as Amanda had just suffered, she wondered? Amanda's
heart went out to her in sisterly sympathy. Their name was Jeffries,
that was all Amanda knew about them. She seemed like a small woman 
for such a big man. She hoped he wouldn't hurt her and that she was
not as scared as Amanda had been, although Amanda thought she must
surely be! Such a big male creature covering such a delicate little
female, scarcely farther past girlhood than Amanda was herself. She
must be terrified. 

Amanda slid into bed, under the warm down comforter. 

"Oh god!" the woman's voice in the next voice cried and the headboard
pounded into the wall with a heavy thud. "Oh!" And another thud.

Goodness, Amanda thought. If she and Jack had not just done what the
couple in the next room were doing now, she would not have known
or even guessed what the noises meant. She blushed and told herself
not to listen. But it was so quiet in the hotel night that she could 
not help hearing, even as she tried to ignore the noises. 

Thud. Thud. Thud. The man must be thrusting, as Jack had thrust into
her. 

Thud. Thud. There was a creaking of bedsprings, and little gasping
moans. The poor dear, Amanda thought. She wondered if she dared
make any expression of sympathy, if she met the woman in the hotel.
Just a glance that might be exchanged between them, between two
fellow sufferers who each knew what the other had passed through.

Could she hear us? Amanda wondered. She tried to recall how much 
noise she and Jack had made.

Thud. Thud. The man was still thrusting, from the sound of it. Why
was it taking so long? Jack had made his emission and spurted 
inside her after about a minute. This man in the next room seemed
to be taking longer about it. 

The rhythmic pounding continued for several minutes and Amanda
wondered. Then the woman in the next room cried out: "oh! oh! oh!"
and Amanda thought that she must be in great pain to cry out so.

After this the noises subsided. Amanda drifted gently off to sleep.

The next day dawned early and the hotel brought them breakfast in
bed. Amanda enjoyed the salmon and eggs, and the strawberries and
cream for desert, and the rich sweet coffee. Jack ate heartily
and before the dishes had even been taken away he wanted to
make love to her again.

So this is married life, Amanda thought, as she undressed under
the covers. Jack stripped off standing in front of the window
in broad daylight and she saw his naked body in the light for
the first time.

He was lean and wiry, with hair sprouting on his chest. Between
his legs was a mass of curls and a white pillar of flesh sticking
out. Below it hung a dangling sack like turkey jowls. Amanda
shuddered faintly at the sight, but she could not help staring
with interest at his inflamed male organ. Clearly he was ready
to make a baby again.

It is about the length of one of my gloves, she thought. And as
thick as two of my fingers. 

Jack pulled aside the covers to see her naked. She covered 
herself with her hands. It was broad daylight. 

Then Jack made love to her again. Once again, the preliminaries 
were delicious, as Jack nuzzled and fondled her breasts and
stoked her vagina with his hands, bringing her to the point
of physical excitement. Then he mounted her and slipped in,
much easier this time than the night before, although she
was still sore. He thrust for a minute or two and then stopped.

He pulled his thing out of her and she saw a long string of
sticky semen like a spider's web running from the tip of his
penis to her vagina. 

His stuff was inside her all right.

They kissed and he stroked her bottom. She wondered about what
Aunt Matilda had said, about "ecstasy". There was a special
ecstasy that the woman might feel. But she wasn't to expect it
at first, perhaps not for a long time. Amanda wondered when it
would begin and what it would feel like.

The pounding on the wall next door began again.

"What's that?" Jack asked.

Amanda flushed scarlet. She knew she was turning beet red up
to the roots of her hair. Now Jack could hear them too! To
cover her confusion she went to the bathroom to make her 
morning ablutions.

When she came out 10 minutes later the noises were still going on.

"It's those newlyweds in the room next door," Jack said, smirking.
"They're at it again. Like a couple of rabbits."

Jack's organ was hard. "Now how about you and me, eh?" And
soon Amanda was on her back and Jack was screwing her again.

After he had finished, the pounding of the bed in the next
room was still going on.

It was lunchtime before they got out of bed, got dressed, and
went down. 

The hotel dining room was crowded and the maitre d'hotel
seated them with three other couples at a big table. One of 
the couples was the other newlywed party, which pleased Amanda
as she had been hoping to meet the other woman. Introductions
were made and the men started in to discussing the business of
the day while the women were left to chat among themselves. 

The other young woman's name was Dorothy Jeffries. She was as
pleased to make Amanda's acquaintance as Amanda was to meet her.

"We've been married now," Amanda announced, "24 hours. It's our
one day anniversary." 

"Ours too," Dorothy laughed. "We'll be married 24 hours in just
60 minutes."

Dorothy did not seem very haggard from the pounding she must have
taken. In fact she positively sparkled. She and her husband cooed
at each other like doves. His name was Thomas. 

Thomas was a handsome, mustachioed fellow with long auburn locks
of hair and a friendly manner. His father was in the mining world 
and Thomas had a place in the family business. Amanda admired
his good-looking virility and almost envied Dorothy her catch. Not
that she was the least bit unhappy with her own! She liked the
easy, manly way Jack made friends with Thomas and talked business
as though they had known each other for years.
 
In the course of their conversation Thomas made a casual comment 
about not having gotten much sleep the night before and Jack laughed. 
Amanda blushed. She had not gotten much sleep herself and she
wondered if she looked it. Jack had slept like a top after they
made love, but she had lain awake feeling the ache between her
legs and thinking with dread and hope of the new life she had
entered upon.

Amanda wanted to extend to Dorothy the sympathy of a fellow sufferer
but Dorothy didn't seem to have suffered much at all. She was
radiant. Amanda envied Dorothy her poise. To be so merry only
hours after having her innocence ripped from her and having
her most secret sanctuary painfully violated! Amanda could
still feel a steady throbbing soreness in her vagina. She even
felt a certain pride in this badge of womanhood.

Jack taught me how to f-f-fuck last night, Amanda thought
proudly to herself. She couldn't even think it without stammering.
And Dorothy and her Thomas did the same.

Dorothy asked her why she was so silent all of a sudden and Amanda
became self-consciously aware of herself, forcing a rueful smile
and admitting she was wool-gathering. Then she changed the topic.

"Jack and I were thinking of going coasting in a schooner," Amanda
said. 

"Yes, Thomas and I want to do that too. We're also taking a trip
to Yosemite -- they say it's the most gorgeous spot on Earth! I
can't wait."

"Yes, we're planning to go to Yosemite too. You take a train up
there. We are renting a cabin."

"Well, I hope we shall go up together, for I would like to get
to know both of you better, and it would be delightful to have
another couple we know there. We can stay next door there just
as we do here."

"Oh, that would be fun. Let's do arrange it, shall we?"

The men were quickly persuaded of the wisdom of this scheme
and the necessary small adjustments in travel plans were
made to coordinate the expedition.

The scheduled and long looked forward to trip to the cathedral
of nature was set for the coming Friday. 

Amanda and Jack took their planned trip in the coastal schooner,
as planned, getting ocean spray in their faces and enjoying
it immensely. Tom and Dorothy went golfing -- he had promised
to teach her since she refused to let him go golfing alone
on their honeymoon. 

Several days passed. Amanda and Jack made love three times a
day ("morning, noon and night" he joked). Tom and Dorothy
spent whole days alone in their room, and sometimes the pounding
of the bed and Dorothy's squeals were so loud that Amanda had
to flee in embarrassment, forcing Jack to take her shopping. 

Amanda had begun to have a very strong suspicion, even a certainty,
that Dorothy's cries and moans were the sounds of enjoyment and
excitement, not pain. 

Amanda got over her initial soreness after a couple of days and
began to enjoy their love-making more, especially when Jack began
taking more time in pounding her and kept up a good strong 
stroke like Thomas's for a few minutes. She could hear Dorothy
speaking words of encouragement to Thomas through the wall
and she imitated her words. "Oh yes Jack, like that. Yes! Keep
that up now."

She liked it best when he sucked on her breasts. He liked to
undress her in the daylight, in front of the window looking
out over the bay, and standing there in the fresh sunshine
in her nakedness she felt rather proud and vain of her body.
Jack admired it and he kept his admiration no secret from 
her. When he kissed her breasts it was an act of worship.
She enjoyed this very much.

Once he had even put his head between her legs and licked 
her clitoris. That felt very nice.

Once as Jack was kissing her they heard a loud shriek from 
next door. Almost a scream. It started as a huffing, blubbering 
bellow and rose to a keening wail, so loud it must be audible
throughout that wing of the hotel. It was Dorothy's voice. It 
sounded like she was being murdered.

Jack and Amanda looked at each other in startlement. Should they
go next door and see what was the matter? Had Dorothy injured
herself? 

Amanda started to put on a dressing gown, intending to go next
door and inquire. Jack stopped her.

"I think it's all right," he said. "Listen." They heard nothing.

Amanda wondered. Later, Dorothy seemed perfectly fine when Amanda
saw her at dinner. Amanda did not ask why she had screamed. She
was beginning to have a suspicion.

While they ate Amanda watched her friend laughing gaily and 
popping chilled berries into her mouth and she thought about
what Aunt Matilda had told her, about how a woman might
experience a sort of ecstasy in marital intercourse. 

Aunt Matilda had said not to expect it early in marriage. It 
might take years to come and it might never come at all. 

Had ecstasy already arrived in Dorothy's marriage? After less
than a week? 

Amanda did not dare ask. She did not even dare ask Jack what
he thought. She looked at Thomas wonderingly, with his perfectly
trimmed mustache and his broad shoulders and his laughing eyes.

Amanda did not know who to ask.

Jack had thought that Tom might have struck her. Amanda looked
carefully but there was no trace of a black eye.

That night, when the noises started up again Amanda tried to rouse
Jack but he was out cold. Amanda threw on a dressing gown and
went out into the hall and pressed her ear to the door. She
heard Dorothy cry out "oh!" and then "oh!" again in a quick,
agonized shriek. Was Jack right? She did sound as though
Thomas had struck her. Were they fighting? There was a
wooden chair in their room and Amanda dragged it quickly into
the hall and placed in in front of Tom and Dorothy's door.
Then she stood on it and tried to peer through the transom.

She wasn't tall enough to see through the transom. She stood on 
tiptoe and all she could make out was that it was dark inside
the room. She could hear the soft sounds of the bedsprings
squeaking now, which she hadn't heard before. And Dorothy's
soft voice murmuring "yes, yes, oh yes, just like that, Thomas,
oh don't stop. It feels so good." Her voice was almost like a 
groan but her words told the story. Whatever Thomas was doing,
she liked it very much.

Amanda returned to her own room and put the chair away. She 
wondered what the hotel would say if they caught her spying
on the Jeffries'. She only wanted to make sure that nothing
was wrong and that Dorothy was not injured.

Amanda wondered if she herself would ever moan and groan
like that with Jack. She wondered if it felt very nice. 

She said nothing to Jack about what she had heard at the transom,
but she did express the opinion that Tom did not hit her. 

Jack was as attentive and loving as a newlywed husband should be 
and she had no complaints. 

The day of the planned trip to Yosemite arrived and the two couples
packed for the mountains, carrying as little luggage as they could,
which was still far too much in the eyes of the men. They made an
early start and enjoyed the scenic ride as the train wound its
way inland through the coastal mountains. There were dazzling
precipices and chasms, bright waterfalls flashing in the sunshine,
eagles gliding without effort over the peaks. The little train
floated along the gleaming tracks like a chrome swan ride.

They at last came to the last stop on the train and switched to 
a stagecoach which was to carry them the rest of the way.

They arrived as night was falling. The proprietor showed the
two couples to their cabins, and luggage was unpacked. Dinner
was spartan but they were all as hungry as wolves. 

The full moon was out and after their late supper they went for 
a stroll in the moonlight. The broad valley was filled with the
cent of grass and flowers and pine resin. They saw a large owl
flit past, chasing a mouse, perhaps.

Jack held her hand in the moonlight and it was grand. They went
behind a tree and kissed. Perhaps Tom and Dorothy did the same.

The two couples walked back to their cabins. Jack and Amanda
made love, and afterwards Amanda lay awake in bed, thinking.
The excitement of the day wouldn't let her rest. She had never 
been anywhere as exciting as Yosemite in her life, and she
wondered how it would look tomorrow in the daylight.

Restless, she put on her robe and moccasins and stepped out
on the porch to get some air. Jack was out cold -- he slept
like a baby. She wondered if the Jeffries' were still awake.

She stepped over toward their cabin, meaning to knock gently 
if it seemed they were still awake and not "occupied". A light
was burning in the window of their cabin, a hurricane lamp 
burning oil. An old-fashioned convenience compared to the
modern gas lights of San Francisco. She stepped up to the
window to listen, to see if they were awake, and as she
paused in the silence she at first heard nothing.

Then after a moment she could hear Dorothy's low moaning.
That meant they were "occupied", surely, although they had
left a light on. 

"Yes," she heard Dorothy whimper as Amanda stood at the window.
"Oh yes, Tom. Oh god in heaven. It feels wonderful. Don't stop."

Amanda could not restrain her curiosity. The window was open,
a red cloth curtain was fluttering in the gentle night breeze,
and a light was burning in the room. She stepped up to the 
window and tugged an inch or two of curtain aside and peeked
within.

At first she saw only shadows dancing on the walls of the cabin.
Then as she peered carefully around the room from her little
peephole she saw the Jeffries' on their camp-bed.

Dorothy Jeffries was on her hands and knees, with her face 
buried in a pillow, moaning. Tom Jeffries was kneeling behind her, 
with his body pressed up against her buttocks. 

Dorothy was moving back and forth with a steady rhythm, rocking
on her knees and elbows. Tom clenched her hips in his hands and
he was thrusting into her from behind. 

Amanda could see his round, taut buttocks gleaming in the lamplight
as he thrust in and out. He had mounted her like a dog mounts 
another dog in heat, or like a stallion mounts a mare. 

His perspiring muscles gleamed as he pushed in and out of Dorothy.
She was wiggling her bottom in a frenzy, thrusting it back onto him.

"Fuck me," she murmured. "Oh, fuck me, Tom. Fuck me."

Amanda had only heard that word before once in her life but
she knew what it meant. Jack had explained it to her.

Tom was pounding it into her and she was taking it eagerly, 
thrusting herself back onto him excitedly. Dorothy's breasts 
hung down from her chest and wobbled back and forth madly as 
she rocked back and forth in Tom's grip.

Amanda and Jack had never made love like this. It was always with
Amanda on her back and Jack between her legs. She wondered if doing
it in this fashion accounted for the gasping, appreciative noises
Dorothy was making. 

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Keep it up, don't stop. Don't stop Tom 
I am almost there! Oh!" 

Dorothy's face seemed to be red and her breath came in ragged,
panting gasps. She looked like she might be on the verge of
having a seizure.

Then Dorothy shrieked. It was just like the shriek Amanda had
heard the other night. Her clawing fingers clutched the bed
and she gasped "Oh! Tom!" and moaned like a pantomime ghost. 
Tom thrust a few more times and then he was still. 

"Oh, Tom," Dorothy whispered. "Did you come?" 

"Yes."

They lay next to each other on the bed, cuddling like two spoons.
Amanda decided she had seen enough and went back to her bed.

She had a lot to think about as she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke the next morning Jack was already awake. His
penis was hard and he was smiling at her. They kissed and he
nuzzled her breasts. After he had aroused her she told him
"I have something I want you to do". 

She got on her hands and knees, with her face pressing down 
into the pillow and her bottom wiggling in the air, the way she
had seen Dorothy last night. She spread her thighs wide so her 
slit could be approached from behind. She could feel how engorged 
it was.

"Like this," she said, shyly, glad he couldn't see her hot face.

"Like what," he said, puzzled. 

"Like this," she repeated. She stroked a hand back over her 
buttocks and down until it touched her slit, and with one 
delicate fingertip she touched the rim of her entrance. 

"Here, put it in like this. Come up close behind me."

He got the idea and mounted her from behind. She used one graceful
hand to hold his organ and guide it into her entrance.

He thrust in, going rather deeper than he had before, she thought.

"Oh!" she said. It felt different. She thrust herself back and
forth onto him, awkwardly, trying to imitate what she had seen.

Jack held her hips in his hands and pushed himself in and out
for a minute. "Oh," she said. "don't stop." A moment later he 
came.

"That was nice," he said afterward. "What put that into your head?"

"I don't know," she lied. It was all she could think of to say.

Afterward they had a good if rather rustic breakfast at the
inn and prepared to make a hike into the valley. 

Amanda had a tough corduroy hiking skirt of which she was 
quite proud, and a new pair of boots. She knew her feet 
would be blistered by the end of the day but there was no
help for it. Dorothy had a pair of mannish looking pants.

Both wore colorful red and white checked shirts.

Horses were available but the men wanted to hike. They had a map 
of the valley and the little party set off not long after breakfast, 
carrying a big lunch in a hamper. 

Amanda wondered, after an hour had passed and her turn to carry
the hamper came around again, if they had really needed to bring 
quite that much food. She was perspiring under her sunbonnet.

The valley trails were gorgeous. It was high summer and Yosemite
was full of wild mountain flowers in full bloom. It was an orchestra
of color and fragrant scents. Amanda sneezed -- there did seem to
be something in the air that made her want to sneeze, try as she
might to hold it back.

Jack passed her his handkerchief to wipe her dripping nose.

They hiked down the dirt trails for two hours, and finally it
was noticed that the sun was very high overhead and it must be the 
noon hour. They stopped in a grassy circle surrounded by pines,
where a small brook they had been following formed a deep pool. 
Tom thought he espied some fish in it and Jack regretted that he
had not brought his rod and reel. 

Amanda and Dorothy spread out the big flannel cloth and opened
the picnic hamper and luncheon was served. They ate heartily
of warm cheese and cold tongue. A bottle of wine was opened
and passed around. Amanda had never drunk much wine before in
her life and after a few thirsty swallows her head began to 
buzz pleasantly. 

It felt like a nice time to lay in the sun and listen to the
bees humming and watch the birds circling in the distant sky
as one gently drifted off into a nap. 

She awoke an hour later. Jack and Tom were splashing in the
mountain pool. Their clothes lay on the grass nearby. Dorothy
was watching them.

"Oh, hullo, you're awake now. Tom and Jack have gone in swimming.
Would you like to join them?"

Amanda nodded yes and then giggled with shocked amusement as 
Dorothy took off her trousers. Dorothy took off her drawers and
the rest of her clothes and stepped into the pool, splashing
big gobbets of water out of the pool at Amanda.

"Come on then!"

Amanda had never gone swimming naked before, although she knew 
her brothers had. It seemed very boyish and very much like 
something only a married woman would dare do.

Amanda stood up, rubbed her eyes and began to disrobe. She 
was aware that the three of them were watching her and laughing.
As she unbuttoned her shirt she knew that Jack, who had seen
her naked now dozens of times, was watching with his usual rapt
admiration. Tom was watching her too. That made her shy. 

She struggled out of her boots and dropped her skirt. She was
wearing nothing but a chemise and bloomers underneath her costume 
and she stepped up to the brink of the pool, pulled the chemise
off over her head and tossed it aside. Then blushing she stepped
out of her bloomers and was naked. She quickly hopped into the
water and went in until she was decently covered.

Tom had seen her naked breasts, she knew. And the fine
curly thatch of hair between her legs. She wondered if he
liked her breasts -- they were bigger than Dorothy's, rather.

She had expected the water to be cold, but surprisingly it
was a bit warm. She wondered. Natural hot springs? Or the
sun shining down relentlessly on the shallow brook as it 
meandered through the valley meadows?

They all splashed and rough-housed for a while and then the
men stepped out onto the grass to dry off. Amanda saw them
only from behind as they stepped out, and then they turned
around to talk to the girls, and she could see their naked
penises.

Jack's penis hung down between his thighs like a limp thumb.
She had seen it before, limp like this. She was embarrassed
that Dorothy could see her husband naked and see his private
part, right out in broad daylight.

She must look at Tom. She wondered if they would see her looking,
and what each would think -- if Jack and Dorothy would be jealous,
and Tom vain that a well-bred young woman could not resist the
temptation to peek at his nudity. But she must look, and she did.

Tom's body was strong and tall. He was broad-shouldered and 
muscled, his belly taut. And between his legs hung his manly
member. It was at least 3 times the size of Jack's.

Amanda gave a startled gasp and suppressed it, looking away
and covering her face with her hands. Was it really bigger
than Jack's? She must look again, and she did. It was long
and thick and hung down quite as long, even soft and limp, as
Jack's was when it was fully hard. 

She looked guiltily at Jack to see if he had caught her admiring
Tom. Jack's attention seemed to be occupied by Dorothy's breasts.
Well, of course it would be. Dorothy was trying to cover herself,
rather embarrassedly, but she was smiling. 

Amanda looked back at Tom again. There was no mistaking it, his
organ was quite big, compared to Jack's. She hadn't known there
were such differences between men, in their private parts. 
Certainly one man's hands or feet would not be 2 or 3 times the 
size of another's.

The difference was as pronounced as the difference between a
buxom woman's large breasts and an adolescent girl's flat chest.

She wondered how big Tom's organ got when it was swollen and
inflamed. It would surely be too big for a delicate little 
thing like Dorothy to take inside her. Perhaps that was the 
reason for Dorothy's moans and cries.

Amanda had watched awestruck in the privacy of their bedroom as 
Jack's organ grew longer and got hard and took on shape. She 
wanted to see Tom's do the same thing.

Aunt Matilda hadn't told Amanda about anything like this. 

It was necessary to get out of the water and do something else
before her staring at Tom was noticed. Had Tom noticed? She had
not been looking at his eyes but thought that perhaps he had
been taking in her breasts, as Jack had been looking at Dorothy's.

She got out of the water and Dorothy followed her. They were all
quite wet and they would have to sit naked in the breeze and
air dry a bit before they could put on some clothes and resume
a semblance of modesty.

What if other campers came upon them like this?

Amanda sat with her naked rump on the edge of the blanket and 
pretended to busy herself with the contents of the picnic basket.

Thankfully, Tom and Dorothy were walking off by themselves and
she was alone with Jack. She looked hopefully into his eyes
and saw no suspicion, only love. He kissed her and she wished 
they were somewhere alone so they could make love. 

They had another snack of cold ox-tongue sandwiches. After a while
Dorothy and Tom came back and they were all more or less dry enough
to resume their clothing, so they got dressed. She snuck daring
glimpses out of the corner of her eye at Tom as he slid into
his hiking pants and marveled again at the thick thing between
his legs. Not like Jack's at all. 

Oh my, she sighed to herself. Oh my. 

She caught Tom looking at her breasts as she wiggled back into
her chemise, and she was not displeased.

"So, what did you think of Tom and Dorothy today?" Jack asked
her later. 

"Hmmph?" she mumbled. 

"Did you get a good look at Dorothy's body? She's got a nice
figure but not half as nice as yours."

"Oh, I wish I were as slim as she is. She's quite a nymph."

"She's got nothing on you. You looked like a goddess in a
fairy tale, stepping out of an enchanted pool wearing nothing
but your long tresses."

"Oh, Jack. You looked very handsome too. I was jealous for Dorothy 
to see what a fine man I have."

"I think I made a lucky match."

"I too," she said.

Jack undressed her and made love to her. Afterward she lay awake,
thinking of Tom. She listened but she could not hear Dorothy's
cries in the night, only an owl hooting in the distance.

The following day Yosemite was fogged in by low clouds, and you 
could not see more than twenty feet in any direction. Dorothy 
had caught a cold, and lay all day in her cabin, miserable.
Tom attended to her, bringing her her meals. 

Jack and Amanda stayed in bed most of the day. They made love
several times, but though he could excite her, he could
not take her across the threshold that Dorothy had crossed
in her love-making with Tom. Amanda's nipples grew hard, and
her vulva salivated warm lubricant onto Jack's fingers.  But 
he could not bring the low, guttural moans to her throat 
which she she had heard coming from Dorothy, and he
could not pound her hard and steadily for a long time as
Tom did his young wife. 

She felt the size of his penis, slipping in and out of her, 
and wondered. Did it make a difference? How would it feel
with one twice the size? There would be more friction on 
the sides of her vagina, she would feel more full. That 
stretchy feeling that she had lost after the first few
times they made love would come back. She wondered what
it would feel like to have a bigger penis stretch her
vagina further.

The sun came up early the following day and flooded the
valley with sunshine, dispelling the remaining wisps of cloud.
Dorothy insisted that Tom get out and enjoy the day. She 
didn't want him moping around the cabin on account of her. So 
he packed a little bag and took off early, stopping at Jack
and Amanda's cabin to tell them where he would be and ask
them to look in on Dorothy.

Jack was sleeping like a log. It was early in the morning and he
was a late sleeper. Amanda did not expect him to be up for hours.
She watched Tom's back as he hiked jauntily down the trail, 
whistling a little tune, and she thought to herself that instead 
of waiting all morning for Jack to get up she should get out and
enjoy the bright sunny day herself. 

She packed a little food in a rucksack and left a note for Jack,
telling him she had gone out for a hike and would be back in a
little while. She started to add a P.S. asking him to look in on
Dorothy, but then she thought better of it. 

And then she put on her bonnet, closed the cabin door silently
and started off. There were only a few trails to choose from, 
and after hesitating she saw no reason not to take the same
one Tom had. As much as she enjoyed a private solitary walk, 
musing to herself, yet it would not be unpleasant to meet
Tom on the trail, if that should transpire, by chance.

It was the better part of an hour before she did overtake
him on the trial.

"Oh hello, Tom," she called merrily. "I decided that Dorothy 
was right and that we should not let this morning go to waste."

"Where's Jack?"

"Oh, still asleep, I'm afraid. You can hardly rouse him before
noon sometimes."

"Well," he said. "Well." He looked awkward. Here they were, two
nice married people, alone with each other in a lonely spot. 
But they were not married to each other. It was an awkward
fix, deuced awkward.

What could she say, to indicate, to hint, however delicately,
where her interest lay? She could not.

"I thought I might do a little berrying," she said, showing
him the small basket she had brought. "It would be nice to
take some to Dorothy. Have you see any?"

"Not by here. Over by that stream where we were yesterday, there
were some berry bushes."

"Yes, I remember those. Shall we look there? If you care to accompany
me, that is."

That "if you care to accompany me" was as bold an approach as she
had ever made to a man in her life. 

He looked hesitant and awkward, as though he had suddenly for 
no reason started to perspire a little. For a moment he had a 
problem finding his voice, and it croaked like an adolescent 
boy's when he found it. 

"Yes, I would be happy to," he said. 

"Very well then," she said. She put her arm through his and they 
walked side by side down the trail. 

"I hope Jack won't mind my being alone with you like this," 
he said.

"No more than Dorothy will mind my being alone with you."

"I think she might mind a lot."

"Why?"

"Well, she thinks you're awfully beautiful, you know. She might
think I felt that way too."

"And do you?"

"I shouldn't admit it to Dorothy."

"When we were bathing yesterday," she said, "I had never seen a
man's naked body before in my entire life. Except for Jack's.
I thought you had a very beautiful body. Like a Greek statue."

"I thought the same about you, Amanda."

"I am glad the only two men who have ever seen my naked body
both admire it."

"Can I be frank?"

"I will be very cross with you if you aren't."

"I envy Jack."

"And I envy Dorothy." They were walking hand in hand now and
she squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

They found the berry bushes near the brook and picked a 
quantity of berries. Laughing, she fed him, popping the 
ripe berries in to his mouth one by one until the dark 
juice ran down his chin in rivulets. 

"I'm hot," she said. "May we bathe, do you think?"

"I think we may," he said, in a nervous voice, averting his eyes.

"Well then," she said. They walked to the deep pool where they 
had swum the day before.

She stood in front of him and unbuttoned her shirt. She dropped
it to the ground and then unfastened her skirt and let it drop 
to the ground.

"Are you coming in with me?" she said.

He unbuttoned his clothes and stripped them off. He was hesitant
to remove his undergarment, so she took hers off first, dropping
her chemise and standing before him in her white linen bloomers, 
with her breasts bare. Then she took off her bloomers.  

Tom peeled his underwear off awkwardly. He did not bother to turn
around to hide himself from her gaze but he was clearly embarrassed.

He got clear of his clothes and stood naked before her. His big 
male organ hung limp between his legs as she gazed on it. She 
wondered how big it would get.

"You know, Tom, I really do like you a lot," she said, in a husky 
voice. 

"I like you too, Amanda," he said.

She sat down on the soft grass and lay on her back and spread her 
legs apart wide. 

"Tom, before we go in, there is something I should like you to do 
for me."

He stood between her legs gazing down at her plump vagina. His
penis started to grow longer. 

Yes! she whispered triumphantly to herself. Oh yes! 

"Come closer," she whispered.

He knelt between her legs. His organ grew longer and began to rise 
into the air.

Here's where I get it, she exulted.

It stood erect, twice the size of Jack's. It was as thick as the
handle of a boy's base-ball bat.

"Tom," she said. "What makes Dorothy cry out so at night? Is it
because your organ is so big and strong?"

"I don't know," he said. His face was red and his voice came out 
as a strangled gasp. He was breathing hard.

She took hold of it with one small hand, unable to even get her
hand around it, and then as he reclined over her resting his
weight on his arms she guided it until the head like a plum
touched her slit. She slid it up and down the damp channel
between her labia, rubbing over her clitoris with an electrical
sensation so powerful she could feel it in her nipples.

He looked like a satyr, with his thick erect manroot jutting out
from his hairy loins, its head purplish and its length encircled
with a lattice of throbbing blue veins.  

She pulled his head against her breast and pressed his lips to
her engorged nipple. 

"Oh, god," he murmured in a throaty voice as his thick mustache
nuzzled her breasts and he sucked at her nipple. His hand 
touched her thighs and stroked up between them, as her hand
caressed his hard rutting penis.

"Put it in now, Tom," she said. 

She had him positioned against her entrance and he began to thrust 
in, slowly and gently, but firmly. The plumlike head split her
labia.

She had to put a hand in her mouth and bite on it to keep
from crying out.

"It's going in," she whispered, feeling the swollen lips of her
vulva spread wide to receive his thickness. 

She felt her entrance stretch wide to accommodate him, as it 
had stretched for Jack when he first made her a woman on their
wedding night. 

"It feels very big," she whispered. Like a bull, she thought. 
She remembered how in the Roman mythology Jupiter had come to
one of his paramours -- was it Europa? -- in the form of a bull.

Her inner dampness welled up to meet his invading thrust. He 
pulled out and then slid back in, more slickly, her vagina more
welcoming. She felt the walls of her vagina stretching taut
to accommodate him. He thrust in deeper. Each inch brought her
a new sensation of fullness, within. 

He pushed in deeper than the deepest point Jack had reached.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"Fill me up," she said. It was a strange intense feeling that
made her ache and thrilled her more than any sensation ever had.

He pressed in deeper with each thrust until he was fully seated
in her, his long penis all the way up inside her. She could feel
him pressing into her stiff clitoris as he pushed home.

"How does it feel?" he asked once he was in her up to the hilt.

"It feels divine," she says. "Oh you fill me so."

He began pumping her with long, steady thrusts. 

"Oh, god," she whimpered. "Yes."

Her arousal mounted as he steadily pushed her higher and higher,
as she rose to meet him hungrily with each thrust.

He kept thrusting rhythmically, rock hard and steady, his big
penis pistoning into her willing womanhood.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, fuck me." Just as she had
heard Dorothy say.

He lasted five times as long as Jack ever had. After the first
few minutes, she didn't care what happened, she just wanted
it to never end. 

She felt as if the whole world was revolving on the axle of his
hard penis.

She heard her own voice sobbing and whimpering with smothered joy as
though it were another woman, somewhere nearby. She bit his shoulder  
and blubbered into it, gasping, her face red. Her back arched as she
rose to meet him, as with each thrust his manhood filled her.

"Oh!" she whimpered. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried aloud. There was a 
roaring sound in her ears and she could barely hear herself.

She felt his penis throb and something hot gushed into her as he
spasmed. Then she felt her own spasms begin. 

Starting at the center of her clitoris a great spasmic wave passed
over her body. She felt it raise the hair on her scalp. Then another
wave began, spreading out like a great wave of warmth from her center
until it filled her body, and another wave and another. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she cried out, first loudly, then sobbing
to herself. She was crying, hot tears running down her face. 

Tom's big penis finished thrusting and spasming and lay inside
her, thick and limp. 

"What's wrong?" he whispered, brushing her cheek with his lips and
tasting her salty tears.

"It's too good," she said, after a little while. "Oh Tom, it's
too good."

She wouldn't let him leave the grove until he had screwed her 
again. He taught her the word for the mystery she had experienced: 
an orgasm.

Afterward they lay in a state of nervous exhaustion, wearily 
succumbing. Oh my -- ecstasy!, she thought.

"Does the man feel anything like this?" she asked.

"I think not. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world, to
a man, but I do not think he feels what a woman feels, when it
is like that."

"When I come, you mean."

"When you come."

They went back to their respective spouses, tired and disheveled.
She wondered if Jack could see what she had been through on her
face. She must be glowing. She felt an inch taller. She wondered 
if Dorothy could smell her on Tom's body.

No one noticed. Dorothy was asleep and Jack was amusing himself.
He did not mind her few hours absence at all. It was a wonderful
day for a hike; he thought he might get out and stretch his
legs himself.

"I brought you some berries," she said shyly, guiltily. He opened
his mouth and she popped them in one by one, laughing, until the
juice ran down his chin and soiled his shirt.

Jenny Wanshel
chilly2@biosys.net
 

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