In the lakeside cottage where they were to spend their honeymoon, she shyly urged him to do whatever he had to do in the shower first. While she heard the water running behind the closed door, Sally Sue tried to organize everything for the event she had looked forward to for so long. She had been entranced by the tales of sexual escapades from her girlfriends in the convent, but the sermons of the priest and exhortations of the sisters had so inhibited her over her formative years that she had never even masturbated.

But now she was married. It was no longer sinful to do IT!

And her body had long yearned for a man. She wanted a hard pulsating penis in her young, unblemished cunt with terrible urgency. And she wanted to delight her new husband, even realizing that with no experience, she would have to be an eager student, learning to respond. Well, she would do the best she could!

Sally Sue found herself blushing furiously when her husband came from the shower wearing only a towel around his waist. For unmistakably outlined like a thick upthrust pole was the rigid shaft of his penis. Her eyes went wide and she heard him chuckle lewdly as he caught the direction of her glance.

"It's all for you, baby," the tall, handsome young man said as he reached for the knot which held the towel in place. "Want a good look right now?"

"Save it a few minutes!" Sally Sue blurted as she dodged around him and into the tiny bathroom, her face scarlet. The room was moistly warm as she quickly slipped out of her traveling dress and her sheer, lace trimmed brassiere and then bent to slide the matching panties down the smoothly tapering columns of her long legs.

The trembling dark-haired girl rolled her long hair into a bun and pulled a shower cap over it, stepped into the tub and quickly let the gushing water sluice away the perspiration that was a combination of travel and nervousness.