Brenda came up to him, dripping from the sea. "Where are the clothes?"
"I don't see them."
"Help me look, damn it." He turned toward her.
Brenda saw his rigid prick. "Dave."
"God, I can't wait. Not any longer." He took her in his arms and bore her down on the hard-packed sand, right beside the water.
Brenda dissolved when she felt the strength of his desire. "Yes. Dave. Take me." His hands were at her breasts, fondling her already hard nipples. His body pressed onto her. Their wet bodies slithered together.
He entered her, his cock moving suddenly into her pussy. Sharp needles of lust surged through her flesh. His dick touched way up into her cunt and she began to come, the wild passions possessing her instantly as the man fucked.
"Ohhh!" She raked him with her fingers, groping for his ass, trying to pull all of him into her snatch. "Now. Now!" Her body went taut, arching to his driving tool. An ache filled her from cunt to tits and Brenda came, a full climax streaming from her wet crotch. "Yes! OH!"
Dave's lust seized control and he fucked. He had to get his rocks off too. The woman moved under him, her flesh warm, alive, her twat hot, tight around his prick. His body crushed her to the sand. His cock raged for release, his balls screamed for an end to the massive tensions. The climax hit him like a fast fist, driving from his balls down the full length of his cock; his cum spat out, thick clumps of juice leaping into the slithery box. Short spurts came, one with each desperate punch of his spouting dick. Dave grabbed her, held her with all his strength and loosed a flurry of final drives before he slumped away to the sand.
Neither of them spoke. They lay, not touching, just resting under the moon, the waves breaking softly nearby.
After a long while, Dave propped himself up on one arm. "We'd better find our clothes and get the hell on back."
"You're right." She sat up, not looking at him.
Dave looked out over the ocean. He'd never thought he would be unfaithful to Marilyn; she was so gorgeous he never expected to need to. And now he'd fucked another woman on the second night of his honeymoon.
Brenda kept looking down the beach. "It was good, Dave, I liked it."
Dave looked across the ocean. After a while he said, "So did I." He got to his feet. "Let's go."
He moved along slowly, looking for their clothes. His eye caught Brenda as she got to her feet the moon light fell across her breasts.
"I'll help you look." She stayed several feet away.
Dave kept bent over to hide his crotch from her. He moved along the beach slowly.
"Hey. Here. I've found my shorts." She held them up.
"Good. My pants can't be too far away." He went closer to her. "There. That's them." He picked up the jeans. He shook them out and put them on.
"Here's my blouse, too."
"Okay. Let's head on back to the hotel." He walked along, a few feet in front of her, leading the way back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marilyn sobbed until there were no tears. She thought her life was ruined, her marriage destroyed. Not married even two days and her husband had walked out. Slapped her to the pound and walked off.
Marilyn had wanted to let Dave make love to her, but she was startled. And then he came at her like the man on the beach. He tried to rape her.
Marilyn looked in the mirror. She looked puffy, almost bloated. No man would want her looking like that.
She jumped. What if… what if she… she could not let a man touch her? Not ever again? Her heart began to pound at the thought. Not even, Dave! He had frightened her before. What if that happened again? What if it happened every time?
Panic swept her for a second. She sat on the rim of the tub, trying to get her mind to stop whirling so fast. It might be true, she thought. Maybe she would always scream if a man tried to make love to her.
For a moment she almost screamed. The memory of Dave helped her to become more calm. She loved him. She would have to do anything – anything – to hold him, to keep him for herself.
Marilyn stood up and started to fill the bathtub. If she was going to be able to be with a man, she would have to start looking like someone a man would want to be with would want to take to bed.
As the bath finshed, she brushed her hair carefully. She lowered herself into the warm water and stretched out, letting the warmth surround her, relax her tight muscles, soothe her fears.
The bath helped. She felt much better when she got out. She put on some, make up, pulled a loose, sleeveless green shift over her naked frame and walked into the warm evening, strolling across the sand, looking for Dave.
Carl saw her walk past his room. He pulled back his sliding glass door and followed her along the sand.
Carl moved closer. The loose dress bid her sexy figure, but his memory of her in the invisible bikini was what he needed.
Marilyn walked slower, looking for any sign of her husband she thought the had seen him turn toward the right when he went. Dave had actually headed to the left. Marilyn was going in the opposite direction.
The darkness came in close around her. She stopped and looked around.
"Nice evening, isn't it?" Carl came up closer to her, smiling slightly.
"I… uh, yes." She looked at the man. "Oh! You."
"Take it easy."
"Oh. No. No!"
"I don't want to hurt you." Carl's hand clamped over her mouth. As she tried to twist away, he grabbed one arm. "Hold still. I won't hurt you."
Marilyn tried to wrench free, but he was too strong; his hand kept her from screaming for help.
"What's the matter?" Carl whispered harshly. "Don't you like men?" His crotch shoved against her body. "Or don't you like sex?"
Marilyn strained against the confining arms. A small, terrified whimper crept from her throat.
"Shit." Carl stuck his face close to hers. "You must make your husband real happy, then." His crotch bulged with a stiff rod. "Bet he just loves you all the time." He crushed her to him. "Frigid bitch." His voice was harsh.
Marilyn's eyes filled with tears.
"Great big tits and you can't stand for a man to touch you." He let the blonde feel his cock on her leg.
"What does your husband have to do? Get down on his knees? Beg you for it? Beg to get into your panties?"
Marilyn moaned, a tear rolling across one cheek.
"Or does he have to rape you? Throw you down and force you to do it? Is that it?"
Both eyes spilled tears.
Carl grabbed her hand and forced it to his dick. "Feel that? That's a hard cock. And you're going to get used to it."
Marilyn yanked her head away. "No. No!" She gasped.
"Yes!" Carl growled. "I'll show you what fucking's really like." He tore at her dress.
"Hel…" Carl's hand cut off her feeble shout. He grabbed at her, spun her around, both hands down on her tits. His prick dug at her tail.
"Learn to take it, honey. Learn to please a man. A real man." He pulled at her dress. She twisted more and they fell together to the soft sand. The loose dress rode up as he clawed at her, revealing her crotch.
"No. Oh, please God. No. Please. No!" Marilyn tried to crawl away. The man was on her, forcing her down, his hands on her, on her legs, on her tits, on her pussy. He hiked her dress up to her neck. The folds came over her face, almost smothering her. She rolled, still trying to get free. His hands pushed her to her back and he was above her, lying between her legs, the hard bulge of his cock against her sensitive snatch. "Oh! NO!" Her voice vanished as his hand covered her mouth.