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.
CHAPTER THREE
Sunlight filtered through the drawn curtains. Diana opened her eyes, blinked and stretched like a cat.
Looking down at herself she saw one round tit had fallen out of her nightie. She realized she'd been sleeping that way. That meant Mike had seen her. She felt a flush of embarrassment.
Then she laughed. What did it matter if Mike saw her? They were married now – not that it would have mattered even before they were married. She remembered the photo album stashed in their suitcase and felt a warm tingly feeling in her pussy.
She stretched again. Outside she heard splashing from the pool. Mike was out getting his morning exercise. He was something of an exercise-freak, but Diana didn't complain. It kept his body hard and muscular and scrumptious, and kept him in shape for that breakneck, strenuous fucking she loved so well.
What a night! Diana sighed happily at the thought. She drifted into fantasy. She imagined her new husband's mouth on her cunt lips, as his tongue licked her excitingly. She relived the feeling of her body exploding into orgasm as he ate her cunt. She remembered that he tugged her from the bed to impale her pussy on his rigid cock.
She relived the fucking, hot and wild, on the floor of the motel room. His fiery jism had flooded her pussy, and she'd come again, as intensely as before. Then she had rolled off and sucked his cock, licking up the succulent sauce of his come and her cunt honey combined. Diana was no lesbian, but there was something about the taste of her own pussy that augmented the delight of sampling her husband's prick and creamy come.
Soon Mike's prick had gotten hard again. Diana had dropped to her side and lifted a perfect thigh. Her cunt was hot, the chestnut cunt-fur matted with pussy sauce and dewed with droplets of milky come. He'd roared like a bull elk in rut and fucked her pussy, clamping her upraised leg with steely fingers and cramming his cock into her cunt so violently that the curly hair around the base of his cock left an imprint on the skin of her asscheek.
Diana almost wept with joy remembering that giant cock stretching her pussy delightfully out of shape. But Mike had already fucked his wife's cunt once that night. He had something else in mind!
He'd yanked his prick free of her clinging cunt with a shower of pussy oils. Then he'd plunged his prick right up her butthole. She'd screamed as though in mortal agony as the broad cock forged into her asshole. But it wasn't pain that ripped the shrill cry from her lips. It was a pleasure too concentrated to bear!
Mike had fucked her ass for what had seemed an eternity. In and out of the tiny hole came his cock with incredible speed. Diana felt his cock surge into her asshole, wedging her buttcheeks far apart and filled her belly with delight, then sliding out again with the pussy sauce oiled poopchute. His cock stretched her, and she'd started coming before he'd fucked her a dozen strokes.
Then the tremendous cock buried in her ass had swollen and spat a giant charge of come. Mike's jism had filled Diana's ass channel, burning like lava, melting her butt and climaxing pussy into sweet erotic peace.
A knock on the door broke the spell. Diana opened her eyes and took a deep breath. A thick musky odor filled her nostrils. A puzzled frown creased her brows, than she smiled.
Just the thought of the wild fucking of last night had gotten her horny! She reached down and touched a finger to the spongy mound of her pussy. The cunt fur was damp, saturated with the oils of her twat.
The knock sounded again. Diana rose and walked to the window. She pulled the curtain open a crack and peered out. She couldn't see who was at the door. Then she noticed the pool was empty.
She shook her head. "Mike, you idiot," she said softly. "You've gone and forgotten your keys."
She let go of her filmy nightgown, which she'd drawn protectively over her swaying boobs. It hung open, baring the insides of her tits and the dark triangle of her pussy, now dewed between her trim thighs by little pearly drops of cunt honey. Not that the nightie concealed much; it barely came past the tops of her thighs, and was so transparent that the dark brown patches of her nipples and her cunt-fur could be seen even when the front was drawn shut and tied. But on their first morning as man and wife, Diana wanted to give her husband an eyeful.
She turned the doorknob. "You're a dumb Irishman, Michael Burden," she said as she opened the door, "but I love you anyway."
"I'm glad to hear that," came a totally unfamiliar male voice.
Diana blinked. The glare of the morning sun made it impossible for her sleep-bleary eyes to make out who stood outside the motel room. But she could see by the silhouette that whoever it was was tall and slim, not of medium height and stocky like her husband.
Diana stepped back in alarm. "I'm dreadfully sorry," she said, starting to shut the door. "I-I thought you were my husband."
"I could tell," said the stranger, and Diana thought he smiled. He put his foot forward, blocking the door. "Won't you let me in? I'm Eric Traynor, the manager of the motel. I run the Desert Winds with my sister Yvonne – she checked you in last night, tall girl with black hair?"