"Oh, Dave. Oh, God. Oh." She clung to his sides with her thighs, the excitment starting to turn to a dark loveliness under his steady hammering. She moaned, gasped, breathed with shallow moans and felt herself begin to come. "Daaaaave!" The sound came from low in her throat, rolling up, out, merging with his grunts. "YES!" She shrieked as the howls of blinding fire filled her flesh.
Heavy sweat streamed from them. The broiling heat surrounded his balls, filled his cock. Lust was a hungry beast in his crotch.
He knew Marilyn was coming; he felt the spasms in her flesh, heard her cries. She screamed, head snapping between her tied arms.
And she loved it! Loved the savage fucking. Loved the wild, muscular drives, the heavy thrusts, the massive virility of the great cock.
Dave crushed her down. The eruption began back behind his balls. Flashes of pleasure singed though his crotch. He heaved, sweating all over, slamming into the overwhelming climax, his body tense, flailing at the tied figure. His muscles flexed, his crotch flamed and he sent the first thick batch of cum into the steaming cunt. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs. His body felt the fierce ecstasy. His balls whirled, a hurricane of lust loose, his gism streaming, gushing, tearing through his pounding dick. More cum, boiling as it streaked into the twat. For a moment he could not see, then a million colors ripped through his head and he almost fell to her, gasping for air, his chest heaving as the orgasm finally passed.
"Oh, God." Dave pulled his prick from the wet pussy and slumped to the bed. The splendor of the climax stunned him. "Oh, Marilyn. Marilyn." He grabbed for his wife. "I love you. Oh, God, I love you so much." He wrapped his arms around her waist and began a messy, intense kiss.
"Dave. Oh. I love you. Yes. Forever." She arched her breasts to him. The session had exhausted her. She lay on the bed, very happy. She had sex, the same kind, but with the man she loved. Dave could give her the same deep, total thrill that she had found for the first time with Carl.
"Oh. Oh, Dave. What a man. A man."
His hands slid over her breasts. "You are so beautiful." Brenda had been right, he thought. Just put it to her, hard. Do it and she'll love it. Love every bit of it. "Beautiful." He kissed her boobs, then kissed down her belly to her box.
Marilyn's pussy ached sharply. When he kissed her clit, she moaned and spread her legs, inviting him to begin again if he wanted to.
"Beautiful." His lips moved up over her moist skin to her boobs, then to her lips. "I love you." Dave sat up slowly.
"I love you so much, Dave. So much I can never tell you."
"I'm hungry." He started to untie her wrist.
"How about we get cleaned up, have some dinner and then I'll show you how much I love you?"
"Oh, yes. Yes."
Brenda slept very late the next morning. Carl was already off somewhere when she got up. She showered and put on a skimpy bathing suit and went out to the beach.
She saw her husband sprawled on his back, eyes closed.
"HA!" Brenda clasped both arms around his body and slid her lips to his mouth.
"Uh?" Carl was half-way asleep. He woke suddenly and returned his wife's kiss.
"Good to see you awake. You were almost passed out when I got in last night." She spread a beach towel beside him.
"I was tired. And I drank too much, too." He closed his eyes.
"I sure slept well. Must be the sea noise." She took a very deep breath, causing her tits to strain at the top of her suit.
"Hey, take it easy. I don't feel like chasing off half the guys on the beach this morning."
"Oh, okay. What a grouch." She plopped beside him, stretching slowly to full length in the warm sun. "Sure is a nice day."
"Yeah. It is."
Brenda sat up. "I think I'll go for a swim. Want to join me?"
"No. I want to get some more tan." He picked up his head to watch her go along the sand. When the water came up over her tail he closed his eyes and started to drift back to sleep.
"HEY. HEY!" Brenda yelled at Carl, flicking water from her arms at him. "WAKE UP!" Her voice carried down the beach.
"Oh. You." He relaxed. "How was the water?"
"Oh. Great!" She tossed her head, flicking water from her legs and sides. Her bikini clung tightly to her flesh, outlining her nipples, pressing wetly over her snatch. "You ought to try it. It's just wonderful." Brenda knows what that close to him, almost touching his side with her hip.
"I know something else that's wonderful." Carl's said, glided down her damp arm.
"What's that?"
"A fuck before lunch." He pulled her down to him, one arm holding her across his chest as he kissed her firmly. "How about it?"
"Nice," she said slowly. "Just great." A smile spread over her face and she kissed Carl with lips, tongue, mouth all very active, tongue thrusting into him, licking over his teeth.
"I think we'd better go to the room; it's kind of public out here."
"You're right." Brenda got to her feet. She waited while Carl gathered up their gear, then put her arm around his waist and walked with him to the hotel room.
Carl slid the glass door closed, pulled the drape and dropped the beach equipment to the floor. "Come here." His hand drew Brenda close.
"Mmmmmmmm." Brenda leaned to the man, taking his loving embrace, loving the feel of his muscles as he held her tighter and tighter. Her feet spread apart to get better balance and she moved her crotch toward him.
Carl's fingers moved inside the suit. Brenda untied the small bit of clothing and he peeled it from her. Her bare boobs stuck right up toward him, the tan skin surrounding the dark nipples. His fingers pinched lightly and he bent to kiss them while his hands roamed lower, over her tail, around to touch at her snatch under the damp patch of bikini.
Brenda took the bathing-suit down, opening to her husband.
Carl watched as his wife bared her form to him, his lust swelled as his eyes took in her trim figure, viewed the breasts, looked right at her cunt.
"Brenda!" His hands cupped under her butt and he lifted her, held her to him as he carried her to the bed.
Brenda stretched out one knee turned outward to spread her box. The man took down his trunks. His cock rose swiftly as he leaned toward her, hands covering her tits. His kiss became deeply passionate and Brenda lay back, feeling his weight press her down, his cock against her side, against her leg.
One finger touched down to her crotch, found the clit and she soared, thrashing billows of passion suddenly loosened within her. "Oh! Carl!"
His thumb rolled the firm bit of flesh; the clit moved like a marble in a pool of warm oil. His head dipped and his lips replaced his tongue.
"OH!" The twitches of passion arrived closer together. Her pussy turned all hot and creamy, just waiting for the stiff prick to massage up into it.
"How about I just make love to you? Show you how good I am." He kissed deeply between the folds that flanked her box.
"Ohhhhh. Yeeeeeeesssssss!" Brenda spread her legs as far apart as she could.
Carl turned slowly above her, lowered himself full length to his wife's body and gradually let his cock fill her warm pussy. He put it in by slow degrees until he was tightly pressed to her crotch. He started a kiss and drew back until only the tip touched the passage, then entered again, slowly touching the sides of the cunt with his thick rod.
Lust blossomed out of Brenda's twat. She lay on the bed, quivering with intense happiness as the man created masses of glowing beauty between her legs, his cock making more slow trips up the channel, her passion swelling until she thought she would die.
Brenda came, long, massive pulses of pure loveliness sliding from her crotch to her head. She glided on sheer luxury, the slow fucking still continuing, her body ravished by the unspeakable perfection.
"Carl. Ohhhhlihli!" She sighed, very satisfied.