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By Jenny Wanshel chilly2@biosys.net

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 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 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, which 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 woolgathering. 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?"