Mike Burden shook back his hair and ran down the diving board. He bounced once, then went into the water so smoothly he barely made a wave. With powerful strokes he swam underwater till he reached the shallow end of the swimming pool.
He came up sputtering and sucked a deep breath into his lungs. Around him the water glittered in the morning sunlight like a hundred thousand shards of broken glass. He smoothed wet hair out of his eyes, then started back to the deep end with an easy crawl.
Despite the fact he'd gotten almost no sleep, Mike felt fantastic. What he'd had was far better than sleep! He thought of his new wife, lying on the rumpled bed with the sheet thrown off her, glorious hair in disarray, one round tit peeking out the front of her transparent, smoky-hued nightgown.
His cock gave a throb inside his trunks. As wildly and as often as they'd fucked the night before he'd lost count of the times he'd come. It all blended together into a sweet stew of memory. Diana's mouth, hot and hungry on his lips, sliding down his trim belly to fasten on the hard stump of his cock. Her pussy, so delicious he couldn't get enough of its rank musky flavor. Her asshole, stretched to a wide circle by his plunging cock, suddenly bubbling over with white foaming come as he cried out in a frenzy of orgasm.
It was hard to keep his mind on swimming. He missed count on his breathing, inhaled water, choked and spat it out ruefully. The water and the exercise felt good. But it was all he could do to keep from clambering out of the pool, rushing to their motel room, catching his wife in his arms, and, still dripping wet, fuck the daylights out of her delightful cunt with his reawakened prick.
He swam several laps, trying to ignore the way his cock was jutting out from his crotch, pulling his trunks taut and slowing him down he moved through the cool refreshing water. The very thought of his hot young wife gave him a hard-on that wouldn't go away!
A splash and a spattering of water on his broad bare back told him another swimmer had entered the pool. He opened his eyes and saw a feminine shape gliding toward him beneath the surface, slender and big-boobed, with her dark hair streaming behind her. His prick pulsed with delighted anticipation.
The lithe figure came up to him. He put his feet on the floor of the pool and brought his head out of water as the woman's head broke the surface. Her body was inches away from his, so near that the large, heavy jugs in the lacy cups of her bikini almost touched his chest.
It was too much to bear. Mike gathered her in his arms and crushed his mouth to hers. Her lips parted hungrily and her tongue seemed to draw his in with it. Her body undulated against his. Her wet flesh was warm from the sun, and gave off a faint perfume of healthy woman-smell.
Mike grasped the cheeks of her ass, which were barely covered by the blue bikini bottom. The woman moaned and he felt her nipples against his chest. He thought he could smell the scent of aroused pussy.
Mike's cock was so big and hard he was certain his trunks would burst apart at any moment. He was in a fever of horniness to equal anything the night before.
But the impassioned woman writhing in his arms was not his wife!
The realization hit him like a blow to the head. All at once he knew that the contours of that superb body were wrong, the flavor of her mouth beneath his, the texture of the fine assflesh in his fingers, the aroma of pussy that wafted to his nostrils.
His tongue snapped back into his mouth. He pushed the woman away as gently as he could. Her pelvis stuck to him as if glued, the spongy mound of her cunt pressing firmly against his raging cock.
"My God!" he gasped. "I – oh, Lord, you don't know how sorry I am, Miss…?" He gaped at the woman.
She stood looking at him with her head cocked to one side. She was tall and lean and her boobs were like ripe melons slung to her ribcage with a scanty blue bikini top, but there the resemblance to Diana ended. The hair plastered to her head was pure midnight black, contrasting oddly with the sparkling blue of her eyes. Her face was more oval than Diana's, and her eyes were shaped differently – slightly almond, and almost slanted – giving her a wild and exotic look. Her mouth was full and wide, and at the moment it glistened with Mike's saliva from their lingering kiss.
The globes of her tits rose and fell rapidly. He could clearly see her swelling nipples outlined against the blue top. And her strange blue eyes were fixed on him with seeming fascination – almost hunger.
"No apologies necessary," she said in a contralto that seemed to stroke Mike's spine like silken fingers. "And please call me Yvonne. We met last night, at the registration desk."
Mike's head was reeling, but he remembered her now. She was the one who had checked him and Diana into the Highwayside Motel on the edge of the desert. Only last night she looked nothing like this. She had looked businesslike, almost prim, in a severe black jumper with a white blouse underneath. Her clothes had concealed the lushness of her figure so well that Mike could scarcely believe the transformation. She'd looked like a repressed schoolteacher; now she looked like some kind of sex-goddess from a hard-up adolescent's wildest wet dreams!
His mouth was hanging open and he shut it. Yvonne just stood there with a half-smile on her luscious lips as if enjoying his embarrassment. But flustered as he was, he didn't completely forget himself.
"Pleased to, ah, meet you," he said, sticking out his hand. "I'm Mike Burden…"
"I know." A slender hand extended. The fingers reached for his – and passed it by to wrap around the huge bulge of his rock-hard prick!
Mike's knees sagged. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Yvonne exerted a moment's pressure on his cock, and it felt like an electric current flowed from her hand into his raging prick.
Then without a word she turned, made her way to the edge of the pool, and climbed out. Water dripped off her magnificent body. Without even smoothing the water from her hair she walked toward the office, the cheeks of her butt moving bewitchingly under brief panties that left the top of her asscrack exposed.
"W-wait!" Mike called after the retreating beauty. She continued her stately walk without a backward glance.
He floundered to the pool's edge and hauled himself out. He couldn't let her go, just like that! She'd have the wrong idea about him. He didn't want that.
Or was that really why he felt an overpowering urge to follow the lovely desk clerk with the smoldering blue eyes?
He padded after her, the soles of his feet slapping wetly at the concrete. Yvonne disappeared into a door behind the office. Without really knowing why, he entered the building a few seconds later.
It was dark after the glare of sunlight outside. Blinking from the sudden gloom, Mike could see that it was a bedroom, with a chest of drawers beside him and a neatly-made bed across the room.
Standing by the bed, facing him, was Yvonne. Mike could just make her out, standing with her arms crossed protectively over her large jugs. Mike licked his lips.
"I-I just wanted to say I was sorry. I thought you were my wife, you see, and…" His voice trailed off. Yvonne was coming toward him slowly, blue eyes locked on his.
"I told you," she said in a strangely husky voice, "you don't need to apologize." She stopped, once again so near Mike that the tips of her boobs almost touched his damp, bare chest. The smell of moist female flesh was strong in his nostrils.
"But…" He stopped when Yvonne lowered her arms to remove her bikini top. Mike's eyes bugged out of his head as the two huge globes of tit were exposed in all their glory.
The man's eyes were growing accustomed to the dim light. He could clearly see the translucent paleness of Yvonne's bare boobs, and the way a fine filigree of blue veins crisscrossed the perfect milky tit-flesh. Her nipples were huge, dark purplish patches, with domed nubbins in the center, jutting forth as though in invitation to Mike.
Yvonne dropped her arms to her sides. The bikini top fell to the floor. The motion caused her boobs to jiggle slightly.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked. This time there was no mistaking the cause of the throaty quality of her words. It was sheer, unadulterated lust!
Mike's cock sprang once more into raging hardness. He gulped. This is crazy, he told himself, it's all wrong. He thought of Diana lying among the disordered sheets, happily tired from their night of fucking, her body sweet and waiting for the hardness of his prick.
Somehow the mental image of Diana held less impact than the overwhelming physical presence of Yvonne.
The taut nipples fascinated him. Slowly he nodded. His Adam's apple went up and down in his throat.
Yvonne stepped forward. Her nipples touched his red-furred chest. Electricity seemed to flow from her tits into his flesh. He clutched her arms convulsively, trembling from the effort of trying to control the lust that possessed him.
He turned, unable to let go of her warm, resilient flesh. Little by little she was pressing her glorious boobs harder against him. His cock seemed about to burst fight out of his swimming trunks.
Yvonne moved forward. Her full tits squashed against Mike's chest. In a stupor Mike retreated step by step. His panic was heightened by the lust in his veins.
He was standing next to the bed. Yvonne leaned against him, her boobs flattening against his pectoral muscles. He sat down abruptly.
She was all over him. Her mouth sought his hungrily as her weight bore him backwards on the bed. Her hands tugged at the wet swim trunks.
The sudden feel of wet female flesh pressed against his body overpowered Mike. He eagerly touched the nearly nude woman atop him, feeling the satin softness of her skin, the resilience of her tits. He raised his ass off the bedspread, lifting the squirming Yvonne into the air with him, to allow her fevered fingers to slide the swim trunks down off his hips. She pulled them past his knees and he kicked out of them as he grabbed two handfuls of tender titflesh.
The raven-haired woman gave a sobbing moan of lust. Mike's big cock throbbed against her bare belly. Slowly she slithered down his body.
Her tits touched his throbbing cock. The nipples rubbed across his stomach, his crotch, and pressed into his thighs. "Uhhhh," he said. His fingers twined in her wet lank hair.
She kissed his cock. The prick quivered with anticipation and pleasure. She began to push the cock toward the man's flat belly, her lips caressing it fondly.
Mike's prick was pressed onto his stomach like a bar of hot iron. Yvonne's tongue snaked out of her mouth, lapping the prick like a dog.
This is wrong, this shouldn't be – think of your wife! a small voice said inside him. Then Yvonne's tongue found the juncture of his cockhead with the shaft of the mighty prick, and all thought was driven from his mind – except the overpowering heed to this fabulously lovely water nymph!
Mike knew almost nothing about the slim hipped, big-titted woman with the midnight hair who had checked him and new wife into the motel the night before. But he knew one thing now. She was an expert at sucking cock.
She extended her tongue, pinning Mike's giant prick against his stomach. Then with the tip of her tongue at the sensitive point on the underside of his prick, right below the flaring of the cockhead, she began to rotate her tongue.
The tongue-tip swirled around one point of the cock – and that point was exquisitely receptive to the pleasure her tongue created in his entire prick! "Ahhhhhh!" Mike groaned, clutching at her head. "Oh, God, that feels good!"
She lifted her head. The prick snapped upright and lodged against her chin. "You have a lovely cock," she said, smiling, her mouth shiny with her own saliva. She bent down to touch the very tip of the fast throbbing prick. She watched him, her curiously slanted blue eyes glowing with amusement and lust.
Mike began to move his hips. Lust raged in his cock like a fire out of control. The moist touch of Yvonne's agile tongue licked the swollen head of his prick, making him hotter.
She took the prick in slender fingers and lightly jacked Mike off with her mouth still eating him. He shook his head from side to side. Despite the icy blast of the air conditioner over his damp, naked body, he was filmed with sweat. He was about to come off right in Yvonne's mouth, despite his wild all-night fucking with Diana!
The half-naked Yvonne read him like a book. She could feel it in the vibrations of his cock beneath her tongue, the race of his pulse between her fingers, the very aroma of the sweat that covered him. He was about to start spraying jism like a Browning Automatic Rifle. Her heartbeat quickened at the prospect.
But she wasn't through with him yet. She looked up. Mike pushed toward her, trying desperately to plunge his aching cock into the delicious mystery of her mouth.
Instead she moved upward on the bed. Her taut nipples traced hot lines along his thighs, toward his crotch. And then Yvonne's tits were around Mike's prick!
"Wha…?" Mike raised his head. Yvonne wrapped her hands around her jugs. She pressed her tits together, trapping Mike's prick between them. His cock was the thick hard meat in an erotic sandwich with her own white tits as the bread!
The tit-flesh seemed to mold to his excited cock. Lust thrilled though Mike's prick, and his body. Of all the times he'd fucked Diana, they'd done just about everything they could think of. Mike had fucked her pussy, her asshole, and had shot his come down her sucking, delightful mouth. But never had he fucked Diana's tits!
The novelty of it drove him half-mad. So there was the knowledge that what he was doing was forbidden. He had been married less than twenty-four hours and here he was committing adultery with a perfect stranger!
Yvonne shifted her shoulders. Her flawless boobs surged like waves around the jutting peninsula of his cock. The rippling of tit-flesh around his steely prick was like the flowing motion within an agile pussy. She was squeezing her tits around his cock, it was as though the tits were fucking his mighty prick.
Once again Mike thrust his pelvis toward her. His crotch hit the underside of her tits with a slapping sound as his cock fucked upward between her boobs. Yvonne threw her head back. "Ohhhhhh!" she cried. "Oh yes, fuck my titties good!"
Mike gaped at her. Her tits must have been fantastically sensitive. She was getting as turned on from having her jugs wrapped around his prick as he was from tit fucking her!
He rammed his rump deep into the mattress. His cock slid out of the hot dry tunnel Yvonne had created from her splendid tits. Their cry of unbridled passion blended into a harmonious, orgiastic wail.
Once more Mike's prick pistoned up through the tunnel of tit-flesh. Yvonne sighed explosively and crushed her jugs together around his cock. The warm tits surrounded Mike's prick.
He grabbed her head with both hands. Her boobs were like fine satin on his horny prick. Her face was twisted with an ecstasy that was almost painful. The tip of her tongue peeked out of her mouth.
Mike was fucking Yvonne's ripe jugs in earnest. Again and again his crotch slapped her resilient tit-flesh. Her hands moved restlessly over her boobs, making sure the pressure on Mike's big cock was constant – and delightful.
Yvonne's nipples were like huge dark cherries topping her heaving tits. Her long fingernails dug into the aureoles as she massaged her tits. Mike's prick was like a red-hot iron fucking the passage between her jugs. The heat and rasping friction of his raging cock thrilled Yvonne till she could barely breathe.
Though her blue bikini pants were dry, a dark stain was spreading from the crotch. She could feel the fabric clinging to the crack of her pussy. The thick smell of her aroused cunt hung over the pair like a blanket.
She lowered her head, mouth open to receive the head of Mike's prick on its next upward drive. For an instant the cockhead disappeared between her lips and her cheeks moved as she flicked her tongue across it.
"Jesus God!" Mike yelled as he yanked his prick back down between Yvonne's boobs. Her saliva burned like acid on the swollen head of his cock. Unable to control himself he rammed his prick back up, feeling her jugs slip along his cock, clinging like silk.
This time Yvonne closed her ruby lips around Mike's prickhead for a split second. He moaned. His cock popped out of her mouth as his balls tightened furiously and the great cock pulsated.
From between the tit-flesh a jet of come geysered like white oil. The stream of succulent come shot straight into Yvonne's waiting mouth. "Arrrggghh!" Mike howled as a tremendous orgasm wrenched his body.
Yvonne moaned as the tangy taste of come filled her mouth. Then Mike's cock was shooting up from between her tits like a Polaris missile. Mike's thrust filled her mouth with throbbing cockmeat, and then slathered her tongue with another blast of hot jism. She squealed with joy and came.
Her thighs snapped together like a trap. She ground her pussy mound against a corner of the bed, feeling climaxes wash over her like tidal waves. Mike's cock, still spurting come, retreated between her jugs again. She followed it with her greedy mouth. With her tits resting on his crotch she burrowed after the come-spraying cock!
Wad after wad of come splashed against her mouth. Her tongue scooped up drops of jism.
Mike thrashed like a wounded whale, fucking Yvonne's incredible tits, filling her mouth with seething jism. Come spattered her boobs and smeared her lips. She kept squeezing her bountiful boobs.
At last the jism in Mike's balls was exhausted. He lay back limp, his huge cock deflating between Yvonne's tits. She raised her head, come dripping from her chin like toothpaste. She smiled at him, lips wet with jism and saliva. Then she sat up.
Yvonne raised her ample tits. Mike had an odd crawling feeling as she lowered her face to lick up the lingering remnants of his come that clung to the tops of her beautiful boobs. Then she stood up and walked to a wall cabinet. Her buttcheeks worked together delectably, and the crotch of her panties practically dripped with cunt juice.
She bent over and pulled back a panel to reveal a TV screen. "Look at this, lover," she said, and turned a dial.