Finally, Carl pulled his dick from the battered pussy and got up. 'There! Now that's the way a man really wants to fuck.' He took a swig from the bottle.
Marilyn looked at him. He had ravished her. Raped her. Fucked her until she screamed and wanted to pass out. And she had loved it. Loved the force, the bare power of his body, of his naked cock. The power of his lust.
'Carl. Oh. It was… God. Incredible.'
'Tell your husband about it. Maybe he'll do the same thing some time. If you show him how.' Carl bent and untied her hands.
Marilyn drew up her legs when he released them.
'Like you, honey. I scared the hell out of you this afternoon. But I gave you a chance and you loved it.'
'Yes. Yes, I did.' She curled up slightly to ease the slow ache in her twat. She thought of Dave. He was good in bed. And she loved him. Very much.
But this man had come along. On the second day of her honeymoon. And she went with him. Came with him. Came like she had never come before.
Her eyes went over him again, resting on his prick. Not so different from Dave's, she thought. It was how he used it. How he… he dominated. Took charge. That was it!
Carl had taken charge of her. Dominated her. Made her come to his room. Forced her to have sex. And forced her to come.
He had done it all.
Marilyn breathed a sigh of relief and stretched slowly oh the bed. Carl had done it. She just didn't have any choice.
Carl handed her a drink. 'Here you go.'
'Thank you.' She swallowed it gratefully.
'You can go whenever you want to. I won't be after you again. And I won't say a word to Dave, either.'
'I… okay.' Marilyn stood up. Her dress was in a heap in the far corner. She shook it out and slipped it over her head.
'So long, honey.' He smiled at her.
'Good-bye, Carl.' She gave him her smallest smile and left the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The moon stood straight overhead, turning the beach to a field of rippling pale pearls.
Brenda looked at Dave, turning her head for a good view. 'Hey, look. Don't feel bad. It happened. And it's not your fault. I seduced you.'
'You did, yeah. But I let you.' Dave moved more quickly toward the hotel. 'Hell. I knew it was going to happen. I got one little peek at your breasts and I knew it then.'
'So? I gave you the chance to look at them. I wanted to see if I could get you into bed – and I succeeded. See?'
'Yeah. But…'
'Hey, that's okay. Did I say I didn't like it?' Brenda slowed her walk. 'Look, you're good. Real good. Your wife's lucky to have you.'
'She sure doesn't act like it.'
'She'll come around. You've just got to show her who the boss is. Get her used to it. I know Carl did. He's my husband. He's into bondage you know, ropes and chains and stuff.'
'Jesus!' Dave stopped and looked at the woman.
'I didn't go for it at first. But he just threw me down, fled me up, screwed the hell out of me and… now it's great!'
'I don't know… bondage. That's kind of strange.'
'Not after you try it a couple of times. You try it with Marilyn. Really do it. Just knock her around and climb on. Be rough about it.'
'I… maybe. I'll have to see how things work out.'
'You have to do something on your own, Dave. You have to make things come out the way you want them to. It doesn't just happen. You have to work for them.'
'Just try it and see. With Marilyn.'
'Okay.' He walked toward the hotel, moving to keep some distance from the woman.
As they got close to the building, Brenda walked closer to Dave. 'I tell you what. You don't tell Carl and I won't tell Marilyn.'
'That's a deal,' he said instantly.
'You can come to my room for a drink if you want to!'
'No. That's okay. I'd better talk to Marilyn.' He stopped a few yards from their rooms.
'You do what I told you to, Dave.' Brenda went to her room.
'Okay.' Dave waited a minute, then went to his room.
The hotel room was dark; only a bit of light seeped from around the bathroom door. Dave peeled down his clammy jeans and stood naked near the bed. 'Marilyn, you in the bathroom?'
'Oh!' She sounded startled. 'Yes. Yes, dear. I'll be right out. Just a minute.'
'Okay.' Dave clicked on the bedside lamp and sat on the bed, facing toward the ocean. The sound of surf was lost in the gush of water from the bathroom.
In a while, the door opened.
Dave turned. Marilyn stood facing him, her body glowing pale and pink from a steamy bath. 'Hi, honey,' she said with a smile. Her form was nude, only one towel trailing along the floor from her left hand. 'I missed you.' Marilyn dropped the towel and took a couple of steps toward her husband.
Dave stared at the nude figure. He wanted her the instant he saw her. Brenda's instruction was still fresh in his mind.
'What the hell went wrong with you?' Dave stood up. 'I wanted to make love and you came on like I was something that crawled up out of the swamp.'
'Dave, I… I'm sorry. Really. It will never happen again. Honest. I'll always do what you want. What you tell me to do. Always!'
'You had God damned well better.' He came over and stood close to her. 'I'IJ never back off again like I did. I'll break you in half first.'
'Yes. I'll always do what you say. Every time. I promise.'
Dave liked what he heard, but he didn't quite believe it. It was happening too quickly. It was too easy.
'I'm the boss. Remember that.'
'I know. I'm sorry I was so awful. But I had a chance to think about it. And you're the man. Men are in charge. All the time.'
'God damn right!' Dave felt pleased with the way things were working put. He decided on a quick test. 'Suck my cock!' He said the words like a command.
'Oh, yes!' Marilyn was on her knees in a second. Her hand took the hanging organ and her lips closed instantly around the full shaft. Her tongue massaged briskly over the delicate skin, rolling the dick all around, making it wet, making it begin to rise, to thicken, hardness pulsing into the base where her fingers touched it.
Dave was surprised at how quickly she had followed his order. There was not a bit of hesitation, she just went down and started sucking cock. Brenda was sure right, he decided.
She loved the feel of the rising dick. It meant that she was giving him pleasure, that he was aroused by her. That he wanted sex with her.
And she knew what a really hard cock could do to her. Marilyn wanted to find out if her husband could give her the same pleasure she had found with Carl.
The tool came up to full size and she bobbed her head, taking it into her throat.
Dave took a firm grip on her blond hair with both hands and fucked the pulling mouth steadily until his lust
