'Hoooooraaayyyy!!!' Brenda cheered as she saw his nude form running toward her, the cock flopping from side to aide. 'You did it!'
'You started it!' He grinned as he caught up with her. A wave broke on his dick and he shoved Brenda under. She grabbed his arm and dragged him down, water covering them as they tumbled toward the sandy bottom. Dave's hands touched her wet flesh. He felt a breast for an instant.
They broke to the surface together, her hand on his chest.
'Isn't this nice?' she shouted.
'Riht!' Dave swam more slowly, enjoying the feel of the waves and the casual touch of Brenda's arm as it brushed against him. He slowed more, then stopped and brought his feet to the bottom. 'We'd better not get too far from our clothes.' Water came up high on his chest.
'Maybe so.' Brenda stood close to him, working to hold her head above water. Her hands found his hips and she raised up higher. 'Now, aren't you glad you joined me?' Her breasts touched his chest.
'I am. Yes.' His dick started to get hard. 'Uh… maybe we'd better get on back. Huh?'
'Let me get my breath for a second, okay?' She wrapped one arm around his shoulder and clung to him, dripping boobs pasted to his body.
'Hey, look, Brenda, I… uh.' Her skin was warmer than the water. His arousal deepened. His cock got stiffer.
'Just let me rest for a minute.' She raised her legs, tightened her grip on his neck and slung her thighs around his waist. 'Just hold me. Let me catch my breath.'
'Brenda. I'm a married man.'
'You keep telling me that. I'm a married woman.'
'But… but this is my honeymoon. I was just married yesterday.'
Dave's cock was all the way up, lust alive in every inch. He resisted for a moment, then yielded to her pounding crotch and pulled the women to him with both arms, returning her kiss. Her thighs tightened into a solid grip on his sides and his tongue explored deeply into her mouth. The waves swirled around them as they stood locked with passion.
'Brenda!' His mouth dove for her cunt. They fell, rolling under the waves, her legs holding him, his hands all over her slick skin. She slipped and felt his hard dick shove against her belly. They broke apart and leaped gasping to the surface.
Dave lunged for her, took her in both and and kissed her passionately, his prick shoving against her stomach.
'I want you in me,' she whispered. Dazzling desire swarmed through her cunt.
'Oh, God. God.'
'My room. Hurry.' She started to swim along the beach, back the way they had come.
Dave angled in toward the shore, looking for their clothes. It was fully dark, the moon and a few stars the only light. There were several small lumps on the beach but in the darkness he couldn't tell whether they were clothes or what. Dave splashed up onto the sand, dick still fully hard. He crouched to hide his hard-on and searched for his pants. Nowhere. He walked slowly along, head down, investigating different mounds.
Brenda came up to him, dripping from the sea. 'Where are the clothes?'
'I don't see them.'
'Help me look, damn it.' He turned toward her.
Brenda saw his rigid prick. 'Dave.'
'God, I can't wait. Not any longer.' He took her in his arms and bore her down on the hard-packed sand, right beside the water.
Brenda dissolved when she felt the strength of his desire. 'Yes. Dave. Take me.' His hands were at her breasts, fondling her already hard nipples. His body pressed onto her. Their wet bodies slithered together.
He entered her, his cock moving suddenly into her pussy. Sharp needles of lust surged through her flesh. His dick touched way up into her cunt and she began to come, the wild passions possessing her instantly as the man fucked.
'Ohhh!' She raked him with her fingers, groping for his ass, trying to pull all of him into her snatch. 'Now. Now!' Her body went taut, arching to his driving tool. An ache filled her from cunt to tits and Brenda came, a full climax streaming from her wet crotch. 'Yes! OH!'
Dave's lust seized control and he fucked. He had to get his rocks off too. The woman moved under him, her flesh warm, alive, her twat hot, tight around his prick. His body crushed her to the sand. His cock raged for release, his balls screamed for an end to the massive tensions. The climax hit him like a fast fist, driving from his balls down the full length of his cock; his cum spat out, thick clumps of juice leaping into the slithery box. Short spurts came, one with each desperate punch of his spouting dick. Dave grabbed her, held her with all his strength and loosed a flurry of final drives before he slumped away to the sand.
Neither of them spoke. They lay, not touching, just resting under the moon, the waves breaking softly nearby.
After a long while, Dave propped himself up on one arm. 'We'd better find our clothes and get the hell on back.'
'You're right.' She sat up, not looking at him.
Dave looked out over the ocean. He'd never thought he would be unfaithful to Marilyn; she was so gorgeous he never expected to need to. And now he'd fucked another woman on the second night of his honeymoon.
Brenda kept looking down the beach. 'It was good, Dave, I liked it.'
Dave looked across the ocean. After a while he said, 'So did I.' He got to his feet. 'Let's go.'
He moved along slowly, looking for their clothes. His eye caught Brenda as she got to her feet the moon light fell across her breasts.
'I'll help you look.' She stayed several feet away.
Dave kept bent over to hide his crotch from her. He moved along the beach slowly.
'Hey. Here. I've found my shorts.' She held them up.
'Good. My pants can't be too far away.' He went closer to her. 'There. That's them.' He picked up the jeans. He shook them out and put them on.
'Here's my blouse, too.'
'Okay. Let's head on back to the hotel.' He walked along, a few feet in front of her, leading the way back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Marilyn sobbed until there were no tears. She thought her life was ruined, her marriage destroyed. Not married even two days and her husband had walked out. Slapped her to the pound and walked off.
Marilyn had wanted to let Dave make love to her, but she was startled. And then he came at her like the man on the beach. He tried to rape her.
Marilyn looked in the mirror. She looked puffy, almost bloated. No man would want her looking like that.
She jumped. What if… what if she… she could not let a man touch her? Not ever again? Her heart began to pound at the thought. Not even, Dave! He had frightened her before. What if that happened again? What if it happened every time?
Panic swept her for a second. She sat on the rim of the tub, trying to get her mind to stop whirling so fast. It might be true, she thought. Maybe she would always scream if a man tried to make love to her.
For a moment she almost screamed. The memory of Dave helped her to become more calm. She loved him. She would have to do anything – anything – to hold him, to keep him for herself.
Marilyn stood up and started to fill the bathtub. If she was going to be able to be with a man, she would have to start looking like someone a man would want to be with would want to take to bed.
As the bath finshed, she brushed her hair carefully. She lowered herself into the warm water and stretched out, letting the warmth surround her, relax her tight muscles, soothe her fears.
