and put on a skimpy bathing suit and went out to the beach.
She saw her husband sprawled on his back, eyes closed.
'HA!' Brenda clasped both arms around his body and slid her lips to his mouth.
'Uh?' Carl was half-way asleep. He woke suddenly and returned his wife's kiss.
'Good to see you awake. You were almost passed out when I got in last night.' She spread a beach towel beside him.
'I was tired. And I drank too much, too.' He closed his eyes.
'I sure slept well. Must be the sea noise.' She took a very deep breath, causing her tits to strain at the top of her suit.
'Hey, take it easy. I don't feel like chasing off half the guys on the beach this morning.'
'Oh, okay. What a grouch.' She plopped beside him, stretching slowly to full length in the warm sun. 'Sure is a nice day.'
'Yeah. It is.'
Brenda sat up. 'I think I'll go for a swim. Want to join me?'
'No. I want to get some more tan.' He picked up his head to watch her go along the sand. When the water came up over her tail he closed his eyes and started to drift back to sleep.
'HEY. HEY!' Brenda yelled at Carl, flicking water from her arms at him. 'WAKE UP!' Her voice carried down the beach.
'Oh. You.' He relaxed. 'How was the water?'
'Oh. Great!' She tossed her head, flicking water from her legs and sides. Her bikini clung tightly to her flesh, outlining her nipples, pressing wetly over her snatch. 'You ought to try it. It's just wonderful.' Brenda knows what that close to him, almost touching his side with her hip.
'I know something else that's wonderful.' Carl's said, glided down her damp arm.
'What's that?'
'A fuck before lunch.' He pulled her down to him, one arm holding her across his chest as he kissed her firmly. 'How about it?'
'Nice,' she said slowly. 'Just great.' A smile spread over her face and she kissed Carl with lips, tongue, mouth all very active, tongue thrusting into him, licking over his teeth.
'I think we'd better go to the room; it's kind of public out here.'
'You're right.' Brenda got to her feet. She waited while Carl gathered up their gear, then put her arm around his waist and walked with him to the hotel room.
Carl slid the glass door closed, pulled the drape and dropped the beach equipment to the floor. 'Come here.' His hand drew Brenda close.
'Mmmmmmmm.' Brenda leaned to the man, taking his loving embrace, loving the feel of his muscles as he held her tighter and tighter. Her feet spread apart to get better balance and she moved her crotch toward him.
Carl's fingers moved inside the suit. Brenda untied the small bit of clothing and he peeled it from her. Her bare boobs stuck right up toward him, the tan skin surrounding the dark nipples. His fingers pinched lightly and he bent to kiss them while his hands roamed lower, over her tail, around to touch at her snatch under the damp patch of bikini.
Brenda took the bathing-suit down, opening to her husband.
Carl watched as his wife bared her form to him, his lust swelled as his eyes took in her trim figure, viewed the breasts, looked right at her cunt.
'Brenda!' His hands cupped under her butt and he lifted her, held her to him as he carried her to the bed.
Brenda stretched out one knee turned outward to spread her box. The man took down his trunks. His cock rose swiftly as he leaned toward her, hands covering her tits. His kiss became deeply passionate and Brenda lay back, feeling his weight press her down, his cock against her side, against her leg.
One finger touched down to her crotch, found the clit and she soared, thrashing billows of passion suddenly loosened within her. 'Oh! Carl!'
His thumb rolled the firm bit of flesh; the clit moved like a marble in a pool of warm oil. His head dipped and his lips replaced his tongue.
'OH!' The twitches of passion arrived closer together. Her pussy turned all hot and creamy, just waiting for the stiff prick to massage up into it.
'How about I just make love to you? Show you how good I am.' He kissed deeply between the folds that flanked her box.
'Ohhhhh. Yeeeeeeesssssss!' Brenda spread her legs as far apart as she could.
Carl turned slowly above her, lowered himself full length to his wife's body and gradually let his cock fill her warm pussy. He put it in by slow degrees until he was tightly pressed to her crotch. He started a kiss and drew back until only the tip touched the passage, then entered again, slowly touching the sides of the cunt with his thick rod.
Lust blossomed out of Brenda's twat. She lay on the bed, quivering with intense happiness as the man created masses of glowing beauty between her legs, his cock making more slow trips up the channel, her passion swelling until she thought she would die.
Brenda came, long, massive pulses of pure loveliness sliding from her crotch to her head. She glided on sheer luxury, the slow fucking still continuing, her body ravished by the unspeakable perfection.
'Carl. Ohhhhlihli!' She sighed, very satisfied.
Carl grinned at her. 'You liked that, huh?'
'Ohhhhh. Oh, yes. Yes. It was so beautiful.'
'It was supposed to be.' He lay still, kissing her lightly. His fingers played with her tits for a moment and he eased up higher on her torso so his cock moved in at a steeper angle.
'Oh.' Bright flashes of pleasure spattered from her cunt. Carl began to fuck with quick, short strokes, light drives, just an inch or so of his dick moving back and forth. 'Carl. Oh. Oh.' Stabs of enjoyment sped like pins down her legs. Her clit vibrated with sudden passion. Brenda gasped again and felt the new climax rise to a fiery sweep of happiness. 'Carl. Oh. Oh!' She was there. Her body ravished by the quick moves.
Carl stayed with her until the climax passed. He moved his prick out of her box and lay beside her. 'That's the kind of like the way it was on the first honeymoon, wasn't it?'
'Yes. It's a lot like that.' Brenda took his hand, carried it to her mouth and kissed it tenderly.
'You're still just as sexy.' His hand roamed down over her twat.
'I still love you just as much.' She pressed his fingers into the pussy. 'Maybe even more.'
Carl finger-fucked his wife slowly for a moment, then put two fingers in and fucked with them more strongly. Brenda started to writhe under his touch and his thumb rolled her clit. His tongue lapped at her left tit.
'Carl. Oh, Carl. God. Oh, what are you doing to me?'
'I'm making love to you. This is a honeymoon for us, remember? People make love on their honeymoon.' His lips closed around the nipple.
'Carl. That's beautiful. I love you. I love you so much.'
'Mummmmm.' He nuzzled his way over to the other breast. 'How about getting up on top?' His fingers left her box but his thumb still rolled on her clit. 'We haven't done that for a while.'
'Yes. Oh. I'd love it.' She moved around, crawling on hands and knees as Carl lay back on the bed, his cock up long and hard above his belly.
Brenda straddled his hips with her knees, took his prick in one hand and aimed it for her snatch as she crouched. The dick touched her pussy and lust flamed as she let it slide in, settling so she sat astride his body.
Carl put a hand up to each tit, fondled the nipples until they were firm and then began to screw. His body raised her up, pressing his rigid tool deeper into the tight cunt.
'Carl!' The strength of his moves filled her with desire. Her hands crawled over his chest and belly feeling the muscles flex and clench as he fucked her. She touched his prick where it pistoned up into her body. Pleasure swarmed from her crotch, soaring when he touched her cunt.
