Steve heard Doris' key turning in the lock as she let herself into their room, but he kept his eyes closed and continued to breathe deeply. Let her think he'd fallen asleep. Then she wouldn't be asking any questions about what he'd done, while she'd been gone.
He heard the bathroom door open and close; a few minutes later the sound of water rushing in the shower came drifting across the room. He heaved a sigh of relief. So far so good. She didn't suspect a thing, or else she would have been harping away at him by now. She was always suspicious, jealous bitch. Luck must be with him this time.
Finally he heard the water stop. By the time Doris came quietly padding back across the room he was snoring convincingly, sounding for all the world like a man who had been happily asleep for hours. He almost chuckled to himself and gave the whole show away.
He felt rather than saw her slip into bed beside him. Steve wondered if she was going to wake him up to fuck. He hoped not; those two overdeveloped teenagers had worn him out. He'd take care of Doris in the morning. He'd have to, or she would think something was wrong.
Steve was only half grateful when Doris did indeed turn her back on him, curl into a ball and go to sleep. He preferred to be the one who did the rejecting; he liked to keep Doris on her toes. He was still thinking about it when his snores became real and he could finally stop pretending to be asleep.
Doris was still asleep the next morning when he woke up with his usual morning hard-on. Sleep erased all the pout lines from her face and made her look fresh and innocent. She must have turned toward him sometime during the night; the rosy tips of her little breasts pointed up at him invitingly.
He toyed with the idea of waking her up and getting rid of his hard-on with a quick morning fuck. He looked at the watch he had left on the bedside stand. Six-thirty. Too early, really, to wake her up. She liked to sleep in when she didn't have to go to work. She'd be pissed if he woke her up, and God knows he didn't need that to deal with this morning.
He remembered seeing a pool in the middle of the horseshoe of green-pay units. He decided to walk over, maybe take a morning dip, and try and decide how he was going to talk Doris into staying on in this hick town so that he could fuck Mary Anne and Maybella again.
The blue-green water looked peacefully inviting in the rosy glow of the early morning light. Not as inviting as a nice wet pussy, but nice.
He was floating lazily on his back when he heard a slight splash. Before he had a chance to look around he felt a pair of hands on his ass pushing him over and under the water.
He came up splashing and sputtering, shaking his head from side to side as he tried to rub the chlorinated water out of his eyes. When he finally opened them up he found himself staring into a set of jugs that made Mary Anne and Maybella look like a couple of adolescent boys. The tiny red polka-dot bikini top barely covered the essentials. It was held up by two flimsy-looking strings that groaned under the weight they were expected to carry. Rounded mounds of milky tit were erupting out of the sides, top, even the bottom of the bikini top.
Steve finally tore his eyes away and moved them up to the face that belonged to the tits, half expecting to find himself looking at some fat, middle-aged broad. Instead he found himself staring into a pair of long-lashed green eyes that belonged to a face that could have been on a magazine cover.
"Hi there," she drawled. "I do hope you'll forgive me. I just couldn't resist. You looked so oblivious, I made a bet with myself that I could sneak up and dunk you before you knew what happened. I'm afraid I'm rather frisky in the morning. I usually go for a swim to get rid of some of my excess energy."
Steve let his eyes roam back over her body as she stood in water that reached just under her tils. She swayed gently from side to side, returning his stare with an equally frank one of her own. Underneath her enormous tits her lush body tapered into a slim waist, then blossomed again into full womanly hips. The thin fabric of her tiny bikini bottom was plastered against the ripe swelling of her mound, so that he could almost make out the little valley between her love lips. When his eyes traveled back to her face again, he saw that she was staring at the growing bulge his hardening prick was making in his trunks. He smiled, knowing already what was going to conic.
"Don't mind a bit," replied Steve genially. "But tit for tat, as the old saying goes." Before she had a chance to move out of his ray his hand had snaked down between her legs. He felt the outline of her pussy through her bikini bottom as he flipped her up in the water and then let her go, enjoying the surprised look on her face as she hit the water and went under.
She came up shaking her dripping red hair out of her eyes. Steve was relieved to see that she was laughing. For a moment he thought he might have gone too far.
"Tit for tat, hmm," she asked. "I can see you're a bit confused. What you grabbed was no clit. That was my sweet little snatch. Now this is a tit." She took his hand and placed it squarely on one of her gigantic orbs. "You think you go that straight now?"
"Let's see now. Tit," he said, massaging the breast where she had placed his hand. "Snatch," he went on, putting his other hand between her legs so that his palm rested against her pubic bone. "Yeah. I think I got it right now."
They both laughed, and Steve went on rubbing her tit with one hand and her snatch with the other. He felt her nipple harden through the flimsy material of her top. He reached behind her neck and untied the strings that were trying valiantly to support her mammoth boobs. Her tits sprung free, looking even bluer than Steve had imagined they would be. For all their unbelievable size they weren't too droopy, either.
As he bent in the water to kiss one pinkish puckered tip she gasped and reached under water till her fingers found his swelling cock. She reached inside his minks and began running her fingers up and down the long shaft, tickling his balls every now and then with one of her long fingernails.
He slipped his hand into the top of her bikini bottoms and found his fingers immediately entangled in a forest of soft, wet pussy hair. What a bush! Her bikini barely covered its luxuriant growth.
"Now that's what I call a snatch," he whispered, his probing fingers threading downward through her bush till he found the swelling lips that guarded the door to her tunnel of love. She closed her eyes and threw back her head as his fingers spread the thick outer lips and searched out the sensitive inner petals and the large bump of her clit. Her cunt was huge, much bigger than any he'd ever felt before. She moaned as he began to rub it, first one side and then the other, and her fingers worked faster and faster along his pulsing shaft.
"I've known guys with dicks smaller than your clit, baby. You're really built all over. How'd you like to get rammed with a nice thick, juicy cock? I just happen to have one available."
She was writhing in the water now, working over his hand with her silken snatch. "Oh, yes, yes baby. Fuck it to me good. I want to feel your cock crammed into my pussy right now, here in the water. Have you ever done it in the water, baby?" Her green eyes were bright, and her milk-white tits were jouncing, up and down as she humped his hand.
"There's always a first time for everything." He chuckled and released her tit long enough to push her bottoms down. She couldn't seem to wriggle out of them fast enough. Frenziedly she tugged at his trunks till they, too, were down around his ankles. He stepped out of them and flung them up on the concrete apron that skirted the pool.
He moved in the water till his back was resting against the wall of the pool and then pulled his naked playmate close, spreading her legs so they straddled him. He fastened his hungry mouth on one of her balloon-like tits and began licking and sucking furiously. His wide open mouth barely covered her round pink nipple, her tits were so fuckin' huge.
"Mmmm, that feels good," she sighed, groping under the water for his cock, which was sticking up between her legs like a golf comic flagpole making a hole-in-one. "The only thing that would feel better would be this big fat tool of yours crammed up my empty cunny."
She wriggled herself into position and then rammed her wide open snatch down over his ready and waiting cock with a whoop of delight. The water made everything seem larger than life; he felt like a stallion studding a hot and horny filly.
She made little cries of pleasure as she worked her sweet honey pot up and down his stiff, thick cock, and he reached around to cup her high round ass to help her shove his dick even further into her waiting snatch. She squealed again and again, and banged away even more excitedly.
The heated water of the pool mixed with her thick, creamy snatch juices into an incredible slippery chute that sheathed his pounding cock with thousands of tiny wet fingers pulling this way and that.
"Oh, God," he groaned. "I'm going to come soon, I can feel it."
"Don't stop now, you big beautiful stud. This is the best fucking I've had in weeks. Keep it hard just a little longer, baby, just a little longer."
She pumped him even faster, pushing his head down between her bouncing boobs and shrieking at the top of her lungs as she hurled her pussy down over his tool again dud again.
She came just when he knew he couldn't hold out any longer, howling and bucking as her body twitched in the water and her snatch muscles contracted over his thrusting cock, making Steve feel as if he were being jerked off by a giant satin-covered hand with soft, wet fingers.
She yelled again as his hot stream shot into her, her lush body contorting in yet another string of climaxes. They jerked and jounced together for damn near a minute, churning the calm surface of the pool into a miniature white-capped lake as their flailing bodies finally were satisfied.
When they finally slowed down Steve realized his back was rubbed raw from the force of her driving, thrusting pussy pushing him into the rough concrete wall of the pool, but he didn't care. What were a few scrapes and bruises against a pussy ride like the one he'd just had?
"Honey, you should go into the business," she gasped breathlessly as a final tremor shook her body. "You got a cock thicker than my arm. You really fucked me good, better than I've been screwed in a long time. Maybe you can fuck me again if you're going to be around for a while. We're staying another couple of days, I think," she nibbled playfully an his ear as she talked, pressing one tit against his face.
"Yet, well maybe we can work something out. We may be around a few more days, too." He felt his limp dick slowly pop out of her snatch into the water. She unwound her legs and started looking unconcernedly for her bathing suit. Neither of them had given a thought to the possibility of being discovered fucking in the pool, but now that it was over Steve looked around carefully. As far as he could tell they were still the only ones up. Good thing. He didn't need any hassles with Doris, or some namby-pamby lover or husband or whomever his newest, juiciest piece was with.
He struggled back into his wet trunks and hoisted himself out of the pool. She was just retying her bikini top as he grinned and waved goodbye, whistling to himself softly as he made his way back to his unit.