"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.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Doris finally opened her eyes Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower. She lay luxuriating in bed for a few minutes, smiling to herself as she recalled every vivid detail of the night before. Thirteen inches of beautiful cock – it was incredible, absolutely incredible. For the first time she understood how Steve could want to fuck and nothing more. She felt no urge to get involved with Hank. All she wanted was his sweet tool filling up her horny cunt like nothing had ever filled it up before.
Somehow her feelings about Steve had undergone a subtle change. She no longer felt compelled to make their relationship something permanent. Why tie herself down when there were beautiful pricks like Hank's out there just waiting to raw themselves up her pretty little pussy? Maybe it was time she started looking at things Steve's way.
Still, somehow she had the feeling that Steve wouldn't take too kindly to the idea of her cheating on him. She'd have to play it cool for a while and see what happened. Besides, he was nice to have around.
He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his still damp hair curling around his head. He looked fresh and sweet, somehow, and she felt the familiar tightness in her crotch as she watched him walk across the room toward the bed.
"Well, good morning, big boy. You're looking perky, if I do say so myself," she smiled up at him invitingly, patting the sheets next to her in the double bed.
"Bum!" He grinned at her as he sank down on the bed next to her, casually draping one hand over her sheet-covered ass. "Here it is nine-thirty and you're still in bed. I've been up for hours!"
"How about getting up spin? You owe me a fuck, you know. You finked out and went to sleep on me last night." Doris threw off the sheet and ran her hands over her pussy, raising her knees slightly so that Steve had a better view of her pink pussy hole. She inserted a finger into her spread-open cunt and wiggled it back and forth seductively. She hadn't thought she'd really be up for a fuck, but her pussy was surprising her. That old familiar tingle that made her lips feel like tiny bolts of lightning were shooting through them told Doris her throbbing cunt was more than ready to take in Steve's rapidly hardening cock.
"You know me. Ready whenever you are." He tossed aside his towel, which was getting in the way of his swelling prick, and climbed between her long, outstretched legs.
The deep rosy tip of his turgid cock bounced against her warm, open snatch, and Doris giggled delightedly, reaching down to grasp his fat shaft in one hand. She rubbed the tip back and forth against her pussy, loving the silky smoothness of his cock gliding through her moist pussy hairs to bump again and again against her swollen outer lips.
She spread her legs further apart, so that she could move his cock against the hard knob of her clit. She could feel it swelling with pleasure as she drummed his rock-hard member against her pulsing pussy.