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
