One of mankind's most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationship a reflection of unstable times.
HORNY NEWLYWED is the story of one couple, Alec and Candice Maxwell, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Candice is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Alec and Candice-products of an uncaring society, and portrayals of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The surf had an arousing effect on Mrs. Candice Maxwell, a stunning bride at twenty-nine. The man's giant cock squished in and out of her cunt while she hung onto his broad shoulders, the sounds of her tender whimpers adding to the symphony of his wild grunts. They were fucking on the island. Candice could hear the crisp breeze, the lazy ocean waves in the distance.
She crunched her body up against him, her doughy, ripe tits squeezing against his chest. Her gaze drifted up and down Raoul's large body.
"Jesus Christ!" he hummed.
Rocking slowly on top of Candice was a deeply tanned, muscle-bound lifeguard, a native who thrived on finding tourists like her. He was sinking his cock into Candice's sleek, tanned body, turning her long, slender frame into a rocking crescendo. Breathless, she stared into his burnished, bronze face with his high cheekbones, her body snapping in rhythm. Under the burning sun, they were fucking in heat and sweat.
Candice's honey-tanned legs were stretched out, her knees propped against the lifeguard's sides. Raoul was a huge boulder of a man whom she had just met. His huge legs smothered her, his strong arms rippled with power.
"Jesus! Oh!" Candice grunted underneath the brawny native.
Candice began to whimper, his cock disappearing inside her pussy. He filled her pussy with his cock and her body stiffened.
She could hear his grunting sounds as he plowed into her, his teeth clenched tight. His fucking left her totally helpless. She felt the tension in his body when he thrust into her. He fucked her stiffly, with sharp jabs.
"Oh, Christ, Raoul!"
When he plowed his prick into her, she whimpered tenderly, softly, while she was getting the fuck of her life. Her soggy pussy received the brunt of his brawny, thick prick, her rocking body slicing upward. Her knees strained inward and pressed against the glistening, sweaty muscles of the lifeguard's mass of body muscle. She was on her honeymoon, hers and her husband's, but Raoul was hers, and hers alone.
Raoul was sinking his cock into her. His solid lump of cock heaved its way between her pussylips. He slipped out and came back ramming.
"Ohhhh...." Candice whimpered again, thinking of how wonderful her vacation was going to be.
Alec and she had arrived at the Bahamas yesterday, and already her husband had deserted her. Her honeymoon had turned out glorious, now that she met Raoul. She wanted nothing more than what she was doing now-fucking by the green-and-blue-streaked waters of the Bahamas.
The strong and husky man gave her a delicious thrust of his brawny cock and her hips flew off the blanket.
"Jesus, Raoul! I'm coming!"
"You sure are!" he grunted heavily.
She was deliriously reveling in his blunt fuck thrusts that dove into her gooey pussy. Her movements were graceful in spite of the heat waves rushing through her body. She was in torture, climaxing, fucking under the hot, burning sun along a lonely stretch of beach.
She groaned loudly and continued coming in a blaze of fiery emotion. His large cock was rubbing her clit at the right moment. She was so busy coming and moaning that she didn't notice that the hunk of man was coming along with her, his prick spouting more jizz than she could handle.
Her graceful body shuddered, her long, tanned legs flew outward, her soggy cunt absorbing more and more of Raoul's blissful, ramming lunges. She was coming in the midst of a consuming fire.
"Jesus, Raoul!" Candice felt each delicious thrust of his giant cock pierce her cunt. Her pussy was filled with juice, her cunt-muscles twitching in response.
Sand flew in all directions as they climaxed. They were fucking behind Raoul's beach house, off in a secluded area, apart from straying tourists. They had met almost an hour ago while Candice was lazily strolling along the water. To hell with Alec, she had thought, deserting her the minute they had arrived. She hadn't known what she was going to do with the day until Raoul bluntly asked her to join him at his beach house.
"Come!" Raoul was blunt, like his cock.
"Jesus ... unnnnh...." She raised her hips in mid-thrust.
He gave her another meaty fuck-thrust, his cock-shaft cutting through her slippery cunt in an expert slice. He grunted, smashed into her pussy-mound and whipped his cock out, then in, heaving and out of breath.
Candice remained in a heated sweat, the blanket crunched underneath their writhing bodies. She was shaking, still in that gorgeous position she had been in for the past few minutes, legs spread, arms outstretched.
Raoul looked down and saw her glistening, wet skin, the reddish-brown curls of her drenched cunt. The purplish-blue veins in his cock-shaft throbbed. He scanned the sleek smoothness of her skin. She had a dazzling body. He was hot with passion, seeing her face close; it looked red-hot, all but her emerald green eyes. The lust burning in her eyes made him hotter, turning his raging passion into unfinished business.
"Tell me something about you," Candice whispered.
"What's to know?"
Candice shrugged. "Do you work here, for instance?"
"I'd like to work on you some more!" Raoul looked down at his groin, his cock-shaft rigid, slick and greasy. He moved his thick prick into her cunt, the entire hulking length. "I want to make love to you all afternoon!"
Candice stared at him in disbelief. "Really...."
"The second time around is better. You'll see!"
A film of perspiration broke out over her silky skin as Raoul's prick slid inside her cunt. She could feel his gliding fuck-thrusts, touching and stroking every crevice of her pussy.
When he dug his cock inside, her cunt grabbed him by his heavy balls. He slipped his cock-head through her buttery juice, cracking open her pussy-lips. Cream seeped out between her legs, coating and drenching his cock-shaft.
He shoved his cock into her cunt with a heavy grunt and immediately, Raoul felt her muscles tug and pull, surrounding his bulk of cock-meat in moist heat. Her sleek body heaved beneath him, her knees digging into his large, muscular body, her arms clutching him tightly.
"Jesus ... ohhhh! Fabulous!" Candice groaned.
He fucked her at a reckless pace, his bulky cock punching through the tight hole of her pussy. When their thighs knocked, Candice let out a moan, her legs stretching outward. Her heels dug into the sand for leverage. Her ass leaped at Raoul, her cunt orgasming on his prick.
With an innocent widening of her eyes, her orgasm steadily mounted.
"I'm going to fuck you!" he said, then started to pound. With each loud grunt, he spewed his sticky jism into her, his prick heaving through the creamy sauce of her cunt.
"Jesus!" Raoul's stiff cock pulsed streams of come. Heavy squirts poured out.
His powerful cock grew more forceful. He fucked her long and hard, his robust body shifting up and down. Crunching his belly against her stomach, his wet cock exploded with more burning jism. His mind whirled. Candice's fiery, hot body consumed him.
Her cunt was flooded with gooey liquid, creamy and thick. She climaxed beneath him, his brawny body hovering with strength above her. She could feel his cock-head dig into the tight entrance of her cunt.
He fucked through her cunt-muscles drenched with her cream. His body was heaving, his muscles glistening with sweat.
His bulk of cock-meat squeezed through her pussy with every delicious thrust. He groaned. Her gooey cunt-lips were a slippery path for his hard-on. The warm cream that coated her pussyslit kept her pussy-lips wet and creamy.
He was straining. His strokes became more powerful. His bulbous prick slipped in and out, his cock-head gliding into the wet, slippery heat of her cunt. Then, in one moment, the urge to come exploded through him again. He rammed her with fierce fuck-thrusts that reached deep into her pussy.
"I'm going to fuck you!" Raoul cried. Clenching his teeth, he plowed into her. "You mean, like you promised?" she asked. "Yes, like I promised!" Raoul said as he lunged, fucking into her juicy cunt with all his strength, backed by the power of his six-foot frame, his body heaving out of control.
She froze, his thick, hard prick giving her the fuck she had only dreamed about. For an endless moment, she stayed motionless. Orgasms swamped her.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried. All his strength was centered on his slow, easy strokes, his cock firm and forceful. "Don't ever stop!"
Candice was filled with intense passion for one supreme moment. Passion stirred her. Her emerald eyes widened, waves of heat flowing across her body.
Raoul's cock pumped through her, and he looked down at her tits. Her wide, soft legs were spread out toward the sky.
"Jesus Christ, no!" he moaned. "I'm not about to stop!"
Passion blazed as she came. Orgasms were stabbing her cunt at the same moment he sank his cock into her pussy, her climax launching her onto his heaving cock-shaft. Her cunt dribbled with a syrupy ooze. Passion, along with his prick, seemed to soak through her.
In a soft haze, she saw the serene passion on his gorgeous face. He was coming in a raging fit. His eyes became more piercing the more he came.
"God, don't stop!" she yelled. She clung to the wonderful sensation going through her body. She was coming off with him as he lunged into her with repeated stabs. Candice's whimpering grew.
He drilled his cock into her and it came out dripping with her cream. Jism leaked out of his cock in gushing spurts. Holding his breath, he let the come in his cock rush out of his prick, keeping his powerful strokes quick and fast. While he came, he watched Candice for a dazed moment, blinked and saw her beautiful face beneath him in the throes of her heart-pounding climax. His jism kept pouring out of his cock.
Rocking steadily above the luscious girl, he hovered over her long, slender body, watching her rising passion change her features. She was coming off on his powerful prick.
With repeated stabs, he fucked her tender body. "You're coming, aren't you? I can feel your cunt pulsing crazily all over my cock!"
Passion surged through her, hearing his sultry voice. Her cunt drummed steadily along his bulky prick, his prick that had her coming.
With passion burning through him. Raoul looked down at her long and silky body, not an imperfect blemish on her. He leaned into her, his cock slicing deep. She was soft, tender to the touch. Her soft whimpers soothed him in a quiet murmur.
Her climax stormed through her, feeling the bulky width of his cock-head plow into the hot cream of her cunt. Her pussy-lips were wet as the overflow of sizzling, hot juice streaked down her thighs. While orgasms sizzled through her, she blinked, saw him rocking above her, her cunt gliding along the length of his prick. They were both coming off together, their bodies heaving.
Her gaze trailed down his heaving body to his groin and his thick patch of cock-hair. She watched him lean into her and plow his cock through her cunt-hole. Her whimpers echoed the passion that was rushing through her.
"Give me ... your cock!" She watched his greasy prick heave through her buttery pussylips and whimpered. She yearned for more delicious thrusts, and got them.
His bulbous prick kept her coming. Jism spurted. She leaned back as he plowed through her pussy drenched with cream.
Raoul could hear her come, while his climax drained him of every last ounce of jism. With a fierce passion that had been knotting his gut, he fucked through the meat of her cunt. More jism followed in gushing spurts. As his climax ended, he fucked her hard and rough, making his thrusts better than the ones before.
Looking at her long, tapered figured, he stopped when the final drops of his jism sizzled out. Dropping beside her, Raoul traced a hand over her silky skin. She looked hot. He wondered if she could take more as she shifted closer to him.
"You are hot as hell!" Raoul said. Candice's body sizzled with shuddering heat. Her eyes were on his crotch and his thick, wet hunk of prickmeat. She squirmed against his body, weaving her fingers through her tousled, reddish-brown pussy-curls.
"Come all right?" she asked.
"Umn-hmm." Raoul's hand slipped smoothly over the curve of her hips, tracing a long line down her legs. She exuded a grace that he couldn't explain, the slim grace of a dancer. His hands drifted down her leg, his eyes on her cunt that was dripping wet with his creamy sauce. "How about you? Did you come all right?"
"Are you kidding?" Candice said. "When you fucked me, I was coming all over the place!"
He sensuous body seemed long, endlessly long. She had not a stitch of clothing on from her round tits to her cute ass and she didn't care. Her T-shirt and bikini lay beside them in the sand.
Crunching an elbow into the blanket, she studied the tense muscles of the lifeguard. He had a body that was bulging with muscles. She had a difficult time taking her eyes off his rigid muscle sticking up like an arrow from his groin.
"You looking for some fun?" he asked.
She brightened. "Hell, yeah!"
"You want more?"
Her gaze fastened on his groin, she nodded. His cock looked thicker, longer, to Candice.
"I know someone ... a friend of mine...." Raoul said slowly.
"What did you say?" Candice asked. A quizzical expression flushed her face.
"There's a friend of mine," Raoul said, his voice more strong and purposeful. He paused for a minute to watch Candice breathe, her stomach softly rising and falling. "I'd like you to take him on!"
Candice frowned slightly, cocked her head to one side, her eyes squinting into the sun. "Someone as nice as you asks me that?"
Raoul shrugged innocently. "Yeah!" Her face softened into a smile. "Really?"
"Really! Wait here. I'll only be a minute." Raoul got to his feet, combing his fingers through his jet-black hair that fell straight back from his forehead.
Candice watched him, still marveling at his body, still smoldering, still dazed at the fuck he had given her.
Candice lifted up onto her elbows, wondering what she should do. During the few times she and Alec had fucked, she hadn't reached the point of passion that Raoul had stirred. What the hell! she thought. She was alone anyway!
She decided to stay and call Raoul's bluff. She lay soaking up the sun, re-adjusting her palms in the sand, stretching out her legs and settling her ass on the blanket.
Moments later she gazed up, squinting at a tall figure, his back to the blazing sun. She let her legs drift apart. He was drinking in the sight of her come-soaked cunt and the surrounding wet cunt-hair, her pussy-curls intertwined and moist with juice.
Candice smiled back at him and summed him up in one long glance. He was dressed in nothing but his hard-on, and he was gorgeous. He said his name was Ted. He stepped closer. "You have a nice body!"
"Thank you."
"What are you doing out here?" Ted asked.
"Looking for some fun!" Candice said, smiling up at him.
"So am I!" He dropped on top of Candice. He flattened Candice with his body and sunk his hard-on between her slippery cunt-slit. "Jesus! God! A hot fuck!"
Ted crushed her body beneath him, rammed his hard mouth on hers, then pumped his stiff cock-shaft through her soft, tender cunt-meat. Candice whimpered and bit his ear.
His ass hammered. His steady rhythm was driving Candice crazy, his cock fucking deep into her slender body, her gooey cunt getting wetter with every pump. Her teeth gnawing on his ear made him thrust his cock harder and faster.
"Oh, this feels good! Ohhhh...."Candice felt deliciously sinful.
Raoul was right, she thought, the second time around was great. She heaved softly underneath Ted while he thrust deep into her body, her legs twisting in response to his long pumps. It was the ultimate vacation, she thought, no doubt about it. She didn't care where Alec was, or what he was doing. Her cunt hadn't stopped gushing cream since Raoul had sliced his cock into her and now, with Ted, she was creaming again.
Candice lifted up. With each of his thrusts, she wanted more of his cock. His cock-shaft felt like a pounding mountain of steel cutting through her. Her cunt was sudsy with cream. Her slender, tanned body suddenly jolted with Ted's steady thrusts. She creamed. "Jesus! God! I'm coming!"
Her beautiful face screwed up with lust. She pumped. Her legs wavered. Her body heaved. She was coming in a raging fit. The pores of her body glistened with the sweat of her climax while the muscles of Ted's body tightened.
He hammered harder, with fierce strokes. Her voice whispered softly as she told him she was coming. He hammered with harder thrusts, and her voice got even sweeter.
"Jesus! Your cock's hot!" she moaned. Her ass bounced off the blanket, her cunt soggy and gushing. She arched her back, her pink pussyslit getting the most of Ted's thrusting power. He kept hammering, and she moaned softly, biting and chewing on his neck.
Candice stretched out her legs, her body leaning in an arch. Her breath heaved slowly while Ted fucked into her cunt. He was ready to come. He pounded harder into Candice, unleashing his spraying load. Jism poured from his prick.
Candice's long legs stretched out wider and wider the more she came, her hips lunging at his hunk of prick-meat. Her sleek body glistened with beads of sweat. His sudsy jism reached deep, dashed inside her and filled her cunt. Her movement was graceful, but joyfully hectic, her long, body coiled and exploding.
Still nipping on his neck, Candice could feel the sticky wetness between her legs, dripping down her patch of cunt-hair. Her cunt bubbled over with his jizz. Candice nipped on his ear again, then turned her head, her teeth nipping on his muscular arm, playfully digging into his muscular tendons.
"Fucking Christ! You're gorgeous!" Ted cried. He could see her beautiful features screwing up in pleasure and agony as he pierced her with his stiff, hard cock. "You want more?"
Her back arched upward, bending her body under his hard frame, poising her cunt for more cunt-splitting jabs. His prick dug through her at lightning speed.
Ted watched her emerald eyes sparkle with heat. The sun seemed to glisten in her eyes as he fucked her, he thought. He came in a thrusting explosion, his cock stiffening, jism emerging from his prick-head. Ted groaned in a rough growl. He slammed against her, her arms and legs writhing.
In the throes of her own orgasm, Candice seemed in another world. She was coming and looked beautiful doing it.
"You want more of my cock?" Ted asked again.
"Yes! Yes!" Candice moaned. Her motions grew more violent, hungry for his delicious thrusts, her legs stretching out wider. She reached up for more of Ted's cock, her cunt sopping wet with gobs of cream. "Yes! Yes!"
"Chrissake!" Ted groaned, his hard cock unloading clumps of jism until her cunt was clogged with his juice. Ted kept thrusting. With another piercing slam, he grunted. "You're just what I need! A gorgeous, hot fuck!"
Candice moaned blissfully, her body swaying up and down, her face leaned slightly into the sun, her eyelids fluttering wildly. Ted's cock was growing stiffer, sinking into her tortured cunt.
Ted's raging cock poured out torrents of sticky cream. He didn't have to wait long to hear Candice's heavenly whimpers in his ear. He thrust, and she responded with ragged breathlessness. He lunged his cock into her body and climaxed again in a storm of wet squirts and thrusting jabs.
She slammed her body upward, hungry for more of Ted's cock.
He slipped his cock out of her wet pussy-slit, his prick throbbingly hard. Sticky pussy-grease adhered to his bulging cock. Turning his head, Ted noticed Raoul was standing nearby. His gaze had been fastened on the two of them twisting in the sand. Candice noticed Raoul also, and his thick, rigid cock-shaft.
"Wet and hot!" Ted groaned, and heaved over to Candice's side.
"Anything left for me?" Raoul said with a grin. "I'd like to try!"
Raoul knelt down beside Candice, waiting for Ted to start something.
"No ... not now!" Candice insisted, pushing Raoul away with the palm of her hand on his shoulder. Raoul was towering over her, a smirk on his handsome, burnished face.
"Why don't you two continue?" Raoul said, feeling the pulsing heat slowly begin to rise in his groin. Raoul was leering, thinking of her ass and how tight it would feel.
"No ... I don't think so," Candice said softly, gazing at the rigid hard-on between Ted's brawny legs. His stiff cock looked like a thick beam and she knew it would feel like hard steel going through her cunt. She swallowed, looking at Ted.
Ted was aching for more fucking. He got comfortable beside her, held her, looking into her soft eyes and aiming his thick cock-shaft into her dripping pussy-slit.
Under Ted's brawny body, Candice pushed against his bulging chest.
"C'mon, you can take it!" Raoul said with a grunt.
He was hungry for her again, after watching the two of them for what seemed to him like the longest time. Raoul climbed up behind her, grabbing her by the hips, eyeing the firm cheeks of her ass.
"No, you don't! Not both of you!" Candice cried, twisting between the two brawny men.
Ted grabbed her by the thigh, his hard grasp squeezing her firm leg as he drilled his stiff prick into her cunt. Candice stopped twisting, her hands dropping from his shoulders. Ted's cock felt like hot steel. She moaned in passion, let her head drop back and enjoyed the slow, sensuous feel of his rigid prick-shaft.
"Guess where this is going?" Raoul said, aiming his cock at her asshole, going pointblank for the closed, wrinkled crack of her shitter.
Candice rested her leg over Ted's thick frame while he pushed his cock all the way into her pussy-slit. Lost in the feel of Ted's prick-shaft, his sensuous, slow rhythm and long, endless pumps, Candice didn't realize Raoul would really ass-fuck her.
The tip of Raoul's prick grazed her pinkish, wrinkled shitter, teasing himself with her ass, not fucking her just yet. He held his hard-on at the root and let the head of his cock brush against her tight asshole. He slid his bloated cock-tip up and down her deep ass-crack, then stopped at the pink hole of her ass.
Gripping his cock-shaft, Raoul punched through her ringed shit-hole, stopping his cock at its ridge, the bloated head of his prick tucked inside. Slow and easy, he guided his thick cock inside her shitter. Lightly, with short, punching jabs, he fucked her wrinkled asshole. He gripped his bloated cock at the base, and watched his thick cock stretch Candice's asshole wide. He yanked her hips closer to him and slipped his stiff hard-on into her asshole.
Raoul fucked his cock-head in and out, liking the sight of her asshole surrounding the blunt end of his cock. He fucked her asshole again with a squeezing push. Her ass-crack was long and deep and Raoul liked looking at it. He placed his blunt cock-tip at her twitching asscrack and relished the thought of diving in again.
Candice moved her legs nervously as Ted's hard-on dug through her cunt, ramming inside her creamy pussy-slit. Turning, she let Raoul's cock ease in and out of her ass.
Facing Ted, Candice smoothly kissed his lips while she was being fucked in the ass. Occasionally, she tilted her head to the side and nibbled on Ted's ear, her leg slung over him while his hands examined every inch of her body, roaming freely up and down her firm, taut legs.
Then her face reddened. She yelled as Raoul fucked deep into her ass. Candice shuddered with every fiber of her being. Raoul fucked deep into her shitter as Ted's prick glided effortlessly in and out of her cunt. She lurched forward at Ted in anguish.
"Jesus ... God! Stop!" she yelled. She felt both cocks in her body at once, felt Raoul stuffing her asshole, spearing deep. Ted's stiff prick gouged her gooey cunt. Gently, rocking her slender frame back and forth, Ted let her cunt do the work.
Candice lurched back at Raoul's ass-splitting prick and thrust her hips forward at Ted, receiving a barrage of hammering fuck-thrusts.
"Hey, this is wild!" Raoul grunted, watching her asshole surround his heaving prick-shaft. Her asshole was becoming creamy and wet the more he fucked it. Her tiny asshole was opening more readily. His cock began to pick up speed.
"Christ Almighty! I'm coming!" Raoul blurted out. He pushed his cock inside her warm, tight asshole, slipped farther into the clenching, tight opening, then came whipping out at top speed. His cock spurted jism in mid-stroke, his cock bloated, purple and hard.
"God! I'm coming!" Candice shouted with a sultry voice.
She was smashed up against Ted's husky biceps as he fucked the length of his prick in and out of her bubbly cunt. Gripping Candice's side, Raoul held her steady from behind, his cock exploding in her sudsy ass. Ted paused, vigorously shaking with passion, letting Raoul vent out his crazed energy.
Candice leaned against Ted. He urgently kissed her, his lips soft and loving. She stiffened from Raoul's prick in her ass and sucked on Ted's tongue. Ted grabbed her leg, his fingers clasping into the firm muscles of her inner thigh. He raised her leg high and began to heave in and out of Candice's steamy pussy.
Candice reveled in their delicious fuck thrusts. Both her fuck-holes were crammed and drenched. She was hot and coming. Her cunt glided along Ted's cock to his groin, her ass smashing back at Raoul. Seesawing back and forth, both her fuck-hole slipping on their pricks, Candice felt her come beginning.
The three climaxed. Hammering fuck-thrusts were followed by squirting jism. The men gave Candice their full load, jamming into her with brute strength. Candice luxuriated in their wild thrust and snapping bodies. Blissful torture racked her. Both their groping pricks speared her defiantly, searching the depths of her body.
Her fuck-holes closed tight around their thick cock-meat. Her mind swirled, thinking of only their brawny pricks punching through her. She came slowly.
"Holy Christ!" Ted moaned. Clumps of gooey jism spewed out of his cock, and Candice's cunt clenched him tight. Ted plowed deep. Her pussy, sudsy and warm, thrust up and down his thick cock. Through bleary eyes, Ted could see that Raoul was also coming, his unsteady jolts shaking Candice's body.
Breathless, horny and heaving in passion, the men shifted their cocks in a steady rhythm. Her hot cunt and ass pulsing and tight, their cocks exploded in a torrent of hot come.
Candice lurched back at Raoul's ass thumping prick. In return, he ass-fucked her harder, his groin bumping into her firm, open ass-cheeks.
She lurched back at Raoul and thrust her hips forward against Ted, receiving both hard pricks, her pussy-slit and ass crammed with hard cock meat. Ted smacked into her, his thumping cock exploding.
Candice repeated the thrusting motion of her hips and ass, swaying in pleasure from one cock to the other, coming in a fog. Ted's cock squished inside her pussy-slit, his cock-shaft bulky with jism. Raoul slipped his heavy cock out, then rammed into her ass again at full speed, his rigid prick still dripping come.
Droplets of cream oozed from Candice's pussy-slit and dribbled out the tight crack of her ass. As their climaxes drained their strength, the three settled down, feeling their orgasms trailing to an end.
Groaning with enjoyment, Raoul and Ted both slumped onto their backs and stared up at the sky. Candice lay still, slowly looking around. The beach was still empty.
On the blanket, Candice lay between them under the Bahamian sun, her skin glistening with moisture, her mind on the attack of their pricks. The three rested in the baking sun, listening to the spraying surf.
CHAPTER TWO
Candice arrived at the hotel well after five o'clock. She surveyed her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her hair was done in the latest fashion, piled in soft, sensuous curls.
"Hey, not bad," she told herself. Frivolously, she touched her light-brown hair, then carefully applied lipstick, then makeup. Setting down her eye shadow, she turned her head away from the mirror to look at the midnight-blue dress that was strewn across the bed. She had changed her mind several times over which dress to wear.
Alec emerged from the bathroom whistling to himself. He hadn't even noticed her, Candice thought. Alec sauntered past his wife toward the closet.
"Going out again, I suppose," he said.
Anger smoldered inside Candice. "All you've wanted to do since we got here is gamble. What about our honeymoon ... we haven't really made love yet!"
"Give us time!" Alec said. He strolled casually back into the bathroom, fully dressed for another night at the baccarat tables. "You're the one who pushed me away last night. Damn! We've been married a week and you're complaining already? I can't help it. I like gambling! How about some gambling, honey? I'll show you how I spent our fortune while your lazy body was lying around on the beach!"
"Why didn't I think of that?" Candice said. She gave him a hug and felt better.
She hung onto Alec's arm as he took her through the casino, reveling in the sounds of the huge room compared to the quiet, sun-lit beach. It was a welcomed contrast. She scanned the faces of the busy crowd as she and Alec weaved their way past countless, noisy tables.
A shudder seeped through her. Candice held her breath as she walked by several familiar faces. Instantly, she stiffened, recognizing Ted, Raoul and their friends.
"The place is too crowded!" Candice said quickly. Panic rose in her throat.
Her husband winked, escorting her to another part of the casino. It was quieter at the highs takes tables where Alec played, although it was just as crowded.
"No seats available. We'll have to come back, Alec said. He shrugged, looted around, and grabbed his wife on an impulse. "You hungry?"
She nodded vehemently.
The rest of the night, she hung onto Alec. They stepped out into the night traffic and Alec sought out a taxi. They luxuriated themselves in soft music and a candlelight dinner. Alec gazed intently at his wife, seeing the shadows dance on her features. She had the body of a tigress, he thought, and the face of an angel.
He sighed to himself, and his mood softened. Over a bottle of wine, they talked and wallowed in each other's presence.
After dinner, they walked along the brightly lit streets of the boulevard. It was a cloudless night. Candice locked her arm through his. In a quiet moment, she found herself reliving the anxiety of having seen Ted at the casino and the fear she had felt with her husband next to her.
The day at the beach had been wonderful, but then she was mad at herself for even thinking of it. Alec had never shown her that much passion. She remembered Ted's and Raoul's strong cocks, their wild expressions. It sparked something within her.
That was yesterday, she told herself sternly.
They made their way back to the hotel casino. Alec took her to a dark corner in a faraway corridor.
"This is where I wanted to take you," Alec whispered. He leaned her against the wall, breathed on her forehead, planted a kiss there and kept kissing her.
Candice felt him leaning, felt his soft, caressing lips move toward her neck. His lips passed over her face, and she listened to the sounds of distant clatter and the murmur from the lounge nearby.
"Ummn, this is so romantic!" she whispered in Alec's ear.
Her gown had slipped down slightly from her large, pulpy tits and Alec crunched her tits with his pawing hands. He glanced down and saw her gorgeous tits. "You're not wearing panties tonight, huh?"
He nudged the gown farther down, letting Candice's white, smooth tit-flesh show. His eyes stayed on her voluptuous tit-globes. He dug a leg between hers, and she adjusted her stance, feeling dizzy from the heat, wondering if she could remain standing in that awkward position, her high heels crunched into the carpet.
"This is crazy!" she said. She felt Alec's hand underneath her gown, his knuckles grazing along her juicy cunt. His fingers wandered, and she became more unbalanced, her legs weakening, buckling at the knees.
Candice felt like she was in heaven. Alec was shoving his fingers through her cunt slowly. Her pussy was seeping with moist juice. The back of her low-cut gown scraped back and forth against the wallpaper as she was tucked into the corner, feet planted apart. Her hips started to hump along with Alec's hand, his fingertips roaming.
"You think we should be doing this here?" Candice whispered. "Maybe we should go to our room ... Alec."
Alec was fucking her pussy on stiff fingers.
"You're so romantic!" Candice moaned, her mind fluttering. A climax hovered somewhere close.
Alec's fingers working in her cunt drove her legs farther apart. His knuckles were wet. He was getting hot. He squeezed her against the wall, pressing his body up against her. Her hips moved in a humping motion, her ass rubbing the wall.
Alec hiked her dress higher. His knuckles pressed her silk stockings and the bare flesh of her thighs.
He gave her a hard kiss and lunged his fingers deep into her moist pussy, holding his hand tight against her cunt-mound.
"I like your tits, the way they bulge!" he groaned. "Your cunt's hot, too!"
Candice was on fire. Her husband's fingers squished inside her cunt, the palm of his hand cupping her hot, wet pussy-slit. He fucked his fingers into her tight cunt. Candice's eyes fluttered open to watch Alec. She knew he was enjoying himself, his tight, clenched fist making her body ache.
For a moment, her eyes wandered. She saw someone walk by. She flinched as the stranger's eyes met hers, then he disappeared.
Quickly, she closed her eyes and moaned.
"Let's go up to our room!"
Alec shoved her back into the corner. "Not yet!"
With an upturned palm, Alec thrust his fingers into her cunt, feeling the heat rise in her body. His fingers squished in and out.
"Let's go back to our room!" she whispered.
His hand glided around her body and held her ass-cheeks. He whispered back, "No, not yet!"
His fingers played around the crack of her ass, and he dug his hard-on against her thigh. He squeezed his finger into the tight-ringed hole of her ass while he rubbed his stiff prick against her leg.
She bucked, her body aching to come. "Let's go back to our ... room!"
Alec ignored her remark, twisting his finger into her tight ass and hearing her moan. Candice was tight with heat, straining. Alec's cock, bulging behind the material of his pants, thumped against her thigh.
"Take my cock out!" he moaned. "Hold it!"
The danger of someone catching them enveloped Candice's fiery body. Her slender fingers went for his zipper.
His arm, twisted around Candice's slender frame, clutched her close to him, his finger in her dry asshole.
"You're going to come!" he ordered. Squeezing his knee against her soft cunt-mound, his eyes filled with passionate heat. Passion blazing, he glared at his wife, saw an immediate reaction on her face. Her cunt was puffy and wet, ready to explode at the slightest touch.
"What if someone sees us?" she whispered, her voice cracking. His finger in her ass deepened. She let out a moan, then wished she hadn't.
Candice was immersed in a cloud of simmering lust, her ass banging on his hand, her pussy seeping cream. Her long fingers tightened around his bare cock, jutting out from his open zipper. She felt his prick's bulging strength and wished it were inside her pussy.
"Let's go back to our room," she whispered, still in a whirling daze.
Alec was ready to fuck her there in the hallway. Withdrawing his finger from her ass, his lips went to her ear. His knee lodged between her gooey cunt-lips.
"You're going to come here and now!" he whispered, fucking his finger in the crack of her ass.
With a minimum of effort, Candice bucked and came. She clasped Alec's prick, hard and tight. Ecstasy simmered through her. Her clit shuddered in passionate waves. She felt a myriad of sensations.
Alec's knee scrunched against her cunt which was creamy and pulsing. Her legs almost gave way, but she remained standing, shaking.
The tip of Alec's cock seeped with a thin thread of come. Alec's knee pressed between her oozing cunt-lips and into her moist pussy-slit, the material of his pants moving her clit back and forth. Her hips shuddered. Squishy, wet heat saturated her pussy. She scraped her pulsing cunt back and forth, wetting Alec's pants.
If he could get away with it, he would shove his cock in her, he thought. Alec smiled a ghost of a smile. A thin trickle of sighs emerged from Candice's glossy, red lips. She was coming with a quiet fervor.
His finger became more piercing. His finger sunk to the depth of her narrow pussy, her ass swinging. In a turmoil, she climaxed, the fear of being caught looming in the back of her mind.
Her orgasms astounded her. Her cunt pulsed with a steady beat, throwing her off balance.
Her climax flooded through her.
Fleeting serenity swept over her, and her body quivered with wild abandon.
Alec stiffly jerked against his wife, shifting his tense cock through her clenched fist. Passion whirled over him. He was going to come on his wife's thigh. He groaned, pressing Candice tighter against the wall. He leaned against her, his rigid body stiffly guiding his prick back and forth. The tip of his prick-head bumped into her stockinged leg, leaving a trail of jism.
Candice gripped Alec's prick, moving her fingers closer together. His cock felt good in her hand, rigid and hard. She moved her hand up and down at a steady pace, immersed in her dizzy climax.
Alec's prick was already seeping when an onrush of jism quaked his entire frame. He climaxed from head to toe, his prick gushing bubbling jizz. His finger clogged her asshole, and he wiggled his finger inside, wishing he could fuck her ass. A battery of her hand strokes kept him blasting. He groaned, biting her neck.
His cock, purple with blood and bulging with jism, kept spurting. Her pumping Angers caressed the length of his cock, pulling the tough skin back and forth. His jism bubbled out of his cock.
"God!" he whispered with a straining effort. Alec fucked his prick into his wife's fist, his jism squirting. He breathed and lunged, his cockshaft flashing through her tight hand, her fingers crushing his hard prick-meat.
Candice shuddered with his next cock-stroke, her climax becoming unbearable. Her ass tugged on his shoving finger, her ass-crack aching, her body swaying.
He slashed his cock through her fist, crushing her tits with his body, her voluptuous tit-flesh bulging from her gown. All but her nipples scraped against his suit jacket. He breathed on his wife's neck and bit the surface of her smooth skin gently. Quietly whimpering, she creamed on his knee, sighing excitedly in his ear.
Urgently, they came, immersed in the moment until their passion trailed off. Alec relaxed and slackened his pace, sensing that his prick had stopped draining. He felt the moist heat of her hand gently tugging up and down. That felt good, and he pressed his mouth to hers for a wild, dazed moment.
"I think you'd better fix your gown!"
He looked at her, and they laughed. He snapped his prick back into his pants, and she re-adjusted her clothes. Looking both ways, they stepped out into the corridor, found their way back to the elevator, giggling all the way up to their honeymoon suite.
Alec unlocked the door and Candice danced inside, swirling happily into their lavish suite. Champagne and an expensive array of flowers crowned the living room. Through another doorway, she led the way into the magnificent bedroom. The king-sized bed with white satin sheets dominated the room. The bed looked as if it would hold a half-dozen bodies comfortably and the lovers threw themselves on it.
The dim sensation of his recent climax clung to Alec as he fell over his-wife, breaking the fall with his arms. He stared into her wild, glimmering eyes. "You're going to make love to me again!"
"Is that a threat, or a promise?" Candice giggled.-
"A threat!" Alec molded his frame to hers and began kissing her.
CHAPTER THREE
"God, you feel great!" the stranger said in a desperate undertone.
The sheets were mussed. Candice's jeans and blouse lay on the floor alongside the bed, the man's clothes scattered about the carpet.
Candice raised her eyes to his face, inhaled traces of his cologne. He had dark, piercing eyes. The line of her body, long, clean and sweeping, swayed to his rhythm. He was pressing against her soft legs. His thighs knocked against hers. The curve of his prick edged into the moist, tender muscles of her pussy.
He returned her gaze, shifting his cock into her slippery cunt. He was calm and deliberate in his movements. His belly settled against her stomach, then he lifted up slightly, his bent cock sliding out of her greasy cunt-slit.
"You're so goddamn hot!" he moaned.
Then he rammed her.
"Oh, no ... ohhh...." Candice groaned. She was coming.
"Yeah!" he cried. He lurched his cock into her soft, yielding pussy, all his muscular weight pressing against her. His ass lowered, his cock sliding into her warm cunt-slit. Candice shuddered in ecstasy.
His hard and fast fuck-strokes stabbed her, tortured her. His hard thrusts dove into her pussy in a hectic pattern.
"Jesus ... ohhh...." she cried. She felt his cock going deeper and deeper. Warm liquid bubbled out of her cunt.
He fucked her expertly. Orgasms flitted across her body in painful pleasure. Her pain increased.
"God, you're so goddamn hot!" he said solemnly. The soft feel of her body underneath him was thickening his cock. He pressed against her and kept lunging. His cock crushed into the soft meat of her cunt, and he lunged until his jism spurted.
Her legs stirred excitedly. They both were coming.
Her cunt dribbled with a thick ooze. Her inner thighs slick with juice, she stretched her legs out wider. Orgasms crashed in on her.
Passion exploded in him. He was lunging, breathing viciously. His cock was emptying.
He fucked her hard. She hesitated in turmoil, her body weakening from his strong impact, her climax shivering through her limbs under a mountain of a man. His prick slid back, and she lay sweating and coming. He held his breath, his jism draining.
His cock lodged deep in her pussy, he let loose with a long series of thrusting lunges. Thick jism spewed. He began to writhe, hunching his cock into Candice's yielding cunt, gathering momentum.
His prick was draining. He thrust his cock deeper inside her clenching pussy, straightened and tried to empty his prick. Spasms shook Candice. Spraying jism washed the walls of her cunt as he drilled his cock between her puffed-out cunt-lips.
He relaxed his grip. Thick jism pulsed through his prick-shaft. His prick lodged inside her, he jolted and zeroed in on the spastic insides of her pussy, cutting through her gooey cream. His prick whipped in and out and spurted until his balls were empty.
Groaning, he yanked his sleek, curved prick out of her drenched pussy and dropped to his stomach on the bed.
"You know something?" he asked.
"What?" she mumbled, tilting toward him.
He got up and walked toward the window. They were nine stories up, and from there, he could see the wild expanse of the sun-streaked ocean. "I never asked your name."
Candice's voice echoed with a small giggle. "I don't know your name either. Let's keep it to ourselves, okay?"
He was at the window, nodding. He pushed the drapes aside.
"Looking for someone?" she asked, and jumped off the bed to join him. She saw a man down on the terrace, waving up at her window. "Hey! Cute! Know him?"
"A friend of mine. Want me to send him up?"
"My husband wouldn't like that," Candice said, giggling. A naughty tremor shook her.
"You're not expecting your husband, are you?" he asked.
"Not for a while."
He turned away from the picture window, then grabbed his shirt. Candice was staring at the young man walking along the terrace toward the hotel, a towel slung across a shoulder.
"Danny will love you," the stranger said, buttoning his shirt.
A smile broke across her face. "You're a bastard, you know that?"
He kissed her, then left. Candice went to the bathroom mirror, daubing on last-minute makeup, fluffing her mussed curls, sprinkling perfume on her large, doughy tits.
She was still fluffing her hair when she heard the door to the suite open. With a smile, she stepped into the bedroom, her heart fluttering, expecting the cute stranger to be standing there. Instead, Alec walked through the door.
"Who was that leaving your suite?" Alec's face reddened painfully.
For a long, drawn-out second, Candice was in shock.
Alec's eyes watered with fury at the sight of his naked wife. She froze, her wide, emerald eyes horror-struck, dread fining her as Alec walked past her. She saw his eyes-dark, gray eyes-and she knew she should keep quiet.
Alec grabbed his tie and ripped it off his neck, flung it to the armchair. He missed, and it dropped to the floor instead.
"I'm taking a shower. You can do what the hell you want!" he growled. He ripped off his shirt, then disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Candice shuddered, hearing the shower doors slam. She sat on the bed with her arms crossed. Getting dressed was the last thing on her mind.
The silence was getting to her. An argument she could deal with, but being completely ignored was nerve-wracking. All she could think about was that their marriage was ruined in only a few, short days.
She had to think of something to say. The shower stopped. Candice remained on the bed and crossed her legs defensively, feeling trapped. There was nothing she could say to erase what had happened.
She kept her gaze on her husband as he emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel. He yelled at her, "I don't want an explanation!
I think it's obvious!"
He stormed by her and went for his suitcase.
Candice stood up. "What ... are you doing?"
She stood, watching him throw his clothes into the suitcase. She couldn't believe he was packing.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, her weak voice trembling slightly. "Listen to me. I know what it's like...."
What she said angered him further. Turning his back, Alec walked straight to the closet and for the rest of his clothes.
"I want to give you an explanation," she insisted. Sweat started to bead on her forehead.
"Don't bother!" Alec slammed the suitcase shut, dropped it loudly on the floor. "You don't give a damn about me, so I'm leaving! Call your mother, or somebody!"
"You can't leave!" she cried.
"Watch me! Our marriage means nothing to you, Candice!"
"Yes, it does!"
"Don't lie to me, Candice!"
"I'm not lying! Our marriage is important to us, to us both!" she babbled.
"Important, huh? I find you in bed with somebody on our honeymoon. What kind of crap is that?"
Candice was battling with her thoughts. "I love you!"
Anger flared, and Alec grabbed her, tossed her to the floor. He went after her, flung the back of his hand across her mouth.
He straddled her naked body, and Candice pushed against his chest. "Let me up!"
He glared down at her mountains of tits and grabbed them. The palms of his hands scraped across her cold nipples.
"Don't you touch me!" she spat.
"I can do whatever I want to you, you whore slut!" Alec whacked her across her face, sending tears dribbling down her cheeks. His slap left a flushing red stain on her smooth skin.
Alec looked into her watery eyes, then her beautiful face, then her perfectly formed features. Then he marveled at the rest of her. She was perfect, long and sleek, except for her smooth, rounded tits. Her quivering tit-flesh was turning him on. She was wiggling to get him off her.
He grabbed a fistful of the fleshy pulp of her tits, pawing them in his twisted grip, snarling with passion and madness. She was breathing so n roughly as he mangled her smooth, satiny titmounds. His rigid prick throbbed and he unzipped his pants.
"You don't have to give me an explanation," Alec whispered.
Alec grabbed a fistful of his wife's curly hair, slung her head back with a hard twist so he could stuff his aching cock down her throat. He sneered, seeing her eyes watering. He lifted off her body, his cock-shaft throbbing from the root to his stiff cock-head.
Candice gasped. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed his bloated cock between her teeth, his thick cock-shaft prying her mouth open as he thrust forward, cramming her mouth with his hunk of cock-meat.
Candice tried to gasp in as much air as she could, his stiff, blunted cock-tip spearing into her throat. He stopped when his balls hit her chin. Heaving violently, he held his prick there.
Alec lunged his cock toward the back of her throat. Her palate was warm, coated with slick spit. His cock was pulsing to explode in her gullet, deep, as far as his jism could reach.
Candice was shaking. She couldn't take the mouth-fucking. Her deep gullet muscles were stretched beyond their limit. As his cock-head deepened in her throat, she choked on her own spit.
Alec thrust into her throat, her gullet tightening around his cock. His cock punched into her resilient throat muscles. He wouldn't let up. His thick cock-shaft flattened her tongue.
"You don't have to tell me what another man was doing here," he muttered. He pressed down with his groin, slanting his prick in and out of her throat.
Cornered underneath him, his body weight was pressing on her so she could not budge. She tried to move with a straining effort, and he stuffed more of his rock-hard cock farther into the depths of her tender gullet.
He jerked his prick in and out, intent on his short, jabbing motion, feeling the gooey heat of her throat. The more he plunged, the more he felt like coming.
His body tight with passion, Alec leaned hard against her gaping mouth, clogging her throat with the thick meat of his cock-head. His body jerked, fucking all the way into her clenching throat, the soggy heat of her mouth urging him to explode.
His bubbling hot jism poured into her mouth. His pulsing cock-shaft ruptured, the edge of her teeth scraping along the rigid length. As his jism spewed, Alec humped his large prick into her tight gullet, feeling her throat muscles grip his cock.
Her throat was steamy hot. Wildly, his hips bucked, jism spewing.
His gooey jizz came spitting out while the blunted end of his cock jabbed relentlessly, his mind conjuring up the image of Candice fucking another man. He fucked his cock into her throat, his knees crunched into the carpet, drilling her to the floor.
Glutinous wads of jizz sprayed out of his cock-head as he pumped, his groin hitting her chin with the fierce spring of his hips, his cock caught in her throat. His prick spewed continuously, his mind wandering, thinking of the man he saw leaving the suite. The insane thought clogged his overactive brain. His body throbbed. He was exploding, squishing the bulky width of his cock-shaft into her gullet.
Twisting and groaning in opposition, Candice lay beneath his humping frame, choking down as much liquid jism as she could. The overflow streamed down her chin. She was caught, and she knew Alec was punishing her with his brutal thrusts.
She lay trapped beneath him, absorbing Alec's punching blows, taking the brunt of his fucking, his groin smacking against her face. She felt her mouth get wetter the more his cock exploded in her.
He pushed down on her face, wildly coming. Heaving jism burst through his prick, and his jerking body seemed to snap with every thrust. Her face was soggy with his creamy juice that spilled out of her gulping mouth.
His climax was so good, his cock was shaking in her mouth, his cock caught between her clenching teeth. Harsh stabs of his cock fucked her mouth. His cock, purplish-blue and stiff as steel, jerked tensely through her gripping throat. Alec moaned. His fiery jism was exploding out of his cock in passion and desperation.
One thought careened around in his brain. Instead of having a joyous honeymoon, he thought, it was tearing them apart.
Seconds later, he was drained. He got to his feet and went into the bathroom. Candice had a lump in her throat-his clumps of jism-and she swallowed forcibly, sensing another argument brewing.
Alec returned, throwing the suitcase into the closet. Wearily, she climbed to her feet and said, "I'm sorry if I couldn't live up to your expectations."
"What expectations?" Alec laughed.
"You know damned well!" Candice snapped. She felt silly arguing naked. She crossed her arms, watching Alec look for a freshly pressed suit.
"I sit here alone for hours," Candice stammered, "hour after hour, while you're living it up at the casino. What do you expect? You know how many hours I have spent in this room alone?"
"Alone ... not much!" Alec snorted. "You're on the beach, probably fucking some lifeguard or somebody! In fact, you can do just that!"
Candice turned away in disgust. "Go back to your baccarat and have a good time!"
Alec looked startled, but kept his mouth shut and continued to busy himself with fixing his tie.
"Alec, that isn't what a honeymoon is for!" Candice said roughly. "Most of the time, I'm alone. Then, you expect me to make love to you when you stroll in, half-sloshed!"
With a weary sigh, Alec splashed aftershave on his neck.
"It's not everyday we get to honeymoon on the Bahamas ... and what do you do? Gamble away all the money!"
Alec shrugged. "You're never with me, so I gamble alone!"
"How do I know that you're not secretly meeting with someone? Why is it that you can't take care of me anyhow? Maybe that's why you spend all your time at the gambling rooms!" Candice let out a laugh. "You might come back drunk, but at least you don't return broke!"
"I made some big profits while you're out picking up any loafer that comes along!" Alec snapped as he checked his appearance in the mirror one more time.
"What do you expect me to do ... sit here and wait for you?"
"You could come with me. We could have fun."
"While you're ignoring me at the tables. You know I don't know the game!"
Alec straightened. "My father's paying for this trip ... at least let me enjoy it. I'm going. With or without you."
"Then it's without me!" Alec went out the door.
Candice started to cry. She thought of their lavish wedding affair. Everyone had been there, then afterward, when she and Alec had stolen a few minutes to be alone, they had made love in the cloakroom. She choked back the memory.
CHAPTER FOUR
Their suite was elegant, beautifully furnished. The living room was spacious, colorful, deep tones of oranges and browns. Interesting paintings covered the walls. To Candice, though, it was a honeycomb of empty rooms.
Walking through the suite, she pulled a lace shirt over her bikini. She felt sensuously intoxicated, after having had her morning swim with the sunrise. Her tan had gotten darker in the past several days, a ripe, golden hue-a souvenir of her honeymoon, a week's worth of marriage.
Impatiently, she went through another doorway into the dining area tucked away in a cozy corner. She walked over to the window, the drapes slung over to one side. The sun had risen long ago. Its bright rays streamed into the dining room in ribbons.
Candice waited for room service. Alec had been content to wallow away his father's fortune at the tables. It seemed to Candice that Alec preferred the company of the smoky, dimly lit corners of the crowded baccarat table to her.
There were several raps on the door. She went to answer it, twisting the doorknob open.
When the room service man came into the room, he grinned from ear to ear. "Going for an early morning swim, I see."
Candice's gaze strayed to the linen-covered table-silver-covered trays and a large coffee pot. She sighed, breathed in the delicious aroma of coffee. "I just came back from one. Went out at five this morning!"
Then a look of disgust clouded Candice's face. Suddenly, she had found herself confronted with his prick, his zipper open, the hard meat of his cock jutting. He was coming toward her. The glare in his eyes scared her and she took a step back.
"You're hot for a fuck, aren't you?"
She backed away. She yelled, "Get the hell out!"
His smile was cold, sickening, and it matched the sparkle in his eyes. His expression twisted.
"C'mon, I know you want it!" he groaned. Grabbing his cock, he slid his fist down its stiff length, pointing it directly at her. "I can tell. C'mon, gorgeous, I know you want it!"
"Get the hell out! Or do I have to pick up the phone?"
Tentatively backing up, Candice reached out blindly, arm outstretched and bumped into a chair. He grabbed her wrist, flinging her off guard. His breath was hot, reeking of stale cigarettes and strong whiskey. He grabbed her by the shoulders, crammed her stomach against his prick. His cock was rigid, like stone, and Candice began to quake.
He saw the horror on her face, and a twinge grew in his groin. "C'mon ... it won't hurt! Feel it!"
Fear stunned her. "I'm not fucking you, so you better get out of here or...."
He grabbed the delicate, white lace. With a loud rip, he tore her shirt, wound his leg around hers, and knocked her to the carpet. He went for the bikini and her tits behind it.
Candice was flattened on the floor, and he hovered over her. She twisted underneath him. Her naked tits shivered. His knees cracked her legs open, and he ripped off the lavender bikini bottoms.
He growled into her startled face, "You're gonna like this, gorgeous!"
"No! No! No!" she screamed. Her arms and legs were tangled up in his. She couldn't get up.
His massive body smothered her to the floor. The dry, stiff point of his hard-on stung the moist, tender slit of her cunt, dredging through her creamy pussy. She was gooey wet.
"Sweet, hot ass!" he groaned, his breath wheezing. He fucked faster, his prick ramming, spit dribbling from his mouth onto hers. He gouged his cock into her, in a mad rage. Grunting and breathless, he convulsed with passion, pounding through the slick, wet heat of her cunt. Her pussy was hot.
"God! Please!" she moaned.
He had a hard mouth and cold eyes, and his cock was piercing. Her hips jolted, her body jerking when his body collided against her. He was vicious in his attacks, rapacious and constant.
Wildly, his ass hammered. He thought he was going to explode. Her cunt was hot and juicy, her cunt slick meat. He shoved his pointed prick deep, violent in his fuck-lunges, his balls knocking against her wet ass-cheeks. His bloated balls kept swelling, his prick throbbed, about to rupture.
"What a sweet, fucking ass!" he moaned. He lunged to come and crammed his prick into the sweet hole of her pussy. His pointed cock-tip gouged into her pussy, saturated and greasy slick.
Her cunt frantically clung to his digging prickshaft. His cock felt like a stiff pole grinding through her. Beneath his digging cock, she twisted slightly and couldn't escape his heavy drilling. She felt like dead weight, pinned to the floor. He was gouging hungrily. Frantic, she gripped him tight, panting in delirium. His slippery cock-shaft felt throbbingly hard, his groin relentless in his slams.
"Sweet fucking ass!"
He held his mouth off her lips, held his head sideways, and gnashed his teeth into her shoulder. He lunged at her sweet fuck-hole, ferocious, piercing her with the gnarled tip of his cock-head, gouging. He was hungry for pussy. He punched through wet muscle, clinging and gooey hot. He fucked into her as if he were in raging pain.
Punching jabs had her stunned. Her cunt bounced off his whacking cock, her shiny slick cunt-juice pouring out of her cunt-slit.
"Sweet fucking ass, you're going to come!"
He was intent on riding her into an orgasm.
Her cunt was clogged with syrupy cunt-juice, dribbling past her gooey cunt-folds. The frothy cunt-cream coated the walls of her cunt and greased his shoving prick. Digging it into her pussy at a ferocious pace, he stabbed away at her, his mouth crammed to hers. Passion of a roaring strength seemed to paralyze him, his body jolting. He ruptured, his jism exploding in flares of white heat.
He split her wet cunt wide open, his cockshaft lunging in and out. She was slippery hot. His mind reeled, his cock slicing through her slick ooze. She was moaning, and that told him she was liking it.
"You are sweet!"
His body bent forward on impact, his knees bumped into her slender thighs, spreading her legs, his prick lunging. Devouring her cunt, he plunged down on her, his prick ramming hard. Passion clogged her throat. Pussy-cream leaked from her opened cunt-slit, pink and pulsing wet, her curly pussy-hair parted with beads of cuntjuice and his come.
"Jesus, God! What are you doing!" She bucked in torment, her hot cunt arched upward. His cock-shaft felt slippery hard.
"You're going to come on my prick!"
In a panic, lunging her slender body backward, she whimpered with feverish haste, her inner thighs sliding up on his hairy thighs. The inside of her body was aching, quaking passionately, her cunt gripping his cock-shaft, the muscles clenching and twisting. Bucking away from his slicing cock, she moved in quirky twists and turns, trying to escape his frantic fuck thrusts.
"Get off on my prick!"
His lunges and colliding groin bounced off her body, her hips shoving up and down, frantic. She shuddered with every single stroke.
"Jesus, God!"
The tumultuous assault began, swamping her with his jabs. Her movements were jerkier, her rhythm erratic. Her mind blurred, she searched for sanity.
She was coming off. She was coming with a man that was raping her. Her mind scurried for an explanation. The entire frightful thing had been a turn-on from the beginning.
He went for the mushy meat of her pussy with determination to fuck her into the floor. Mashing down on her, his large body ricocheted off her slender hips, his prick skewering the depths of her cunt. He gave her slams of a raging strength, his lips drooling on her shoulder. He lunged hectically. Savage thrusts followed.
"Oh, no!"
With a minimum of exertion, she orgasmed and moaned into a wild climax. Waves upon countless waves of feverish intensity rushed through her bloodstream. Pleasure sizzled through her, and she rasped out cries of helplessness, caught in his mad lunging power.
He was relentless in his thrusts. Surging jism left his cock in a continuous outpour. Pulsing squirts flowed into her lurching cunt from the tip of his gnarled prick-head, jettisoning out his piss-hole. The ridge of his cock pulsed with his steady, streaming liquid. He held his breath and slammed, battering her cunt with his cement cock.
"You're coming off, aren't you?" he growled, twisting his prick into her cunt. "Oh, no! No!"
Drenching with his thick jism, she was climbing the peak, rising in a growing crescendo. Her cunt pulsed around his digging cock with drumming beats until his slamming cock gouged her clit. A hint of hysteria lingered in her voice. She was moaning in ecstasy. Her body ached. She rippled with his painful stabs.
Grimacing, he battered her cunt with his cock and flipped his ass up, then came thundering down, her opened legs shuddering against him.
"Yeah ... I knew you'd like it."
Aiming, he dove for her cunt, her cunt-slit creamy and pulsing wet. Punching through her grabbing muscles into her opened cunt-crack, he spewed out thick creamy fuck-juice. The more he lunged, the more come exploded out of him. With every rushing plunge, his cockshaft throbbed, unleashed a strong stream of the soupy come. He rasped, growling loudly.
"Christ, you're making me come!"
Candice lurched up with her cunt, sopping wet, her cunt-slit gobbed with the gooey fuck sauce. The sticky substance adhered to her inner thighs, kept apart by his knees. She felt a bubble of ecstasy rise inside her, climaxing on his prick that was slashing into her. His cock-shaft pulsed with strength and pierced her at his erratic lunging speed. She came lunging back and climaxed savagely.
"I'm coming in your whoring cunt!" he roared, and lashed his cock into her, grunting with a swift series of hard-hitting stabs.
His face tight and determined, he fucked hard, his prick enveloped in the swirling sauce of her pussy. He ruptured body-wrenching spurts of come into her. His brain was a maze of blackness. He paralyzed her with sudden lurches and fucked the depths of her gooey body.
"Come off!" he demanded cruelly.
"Jesus ... ohhh," she said in a softly muffled voice.
Feverishly, she creamed on his digging cockshaft, cold and icy hard. Her ass hammered into the carpet, she felt his manic, pounding thrusts. Her body snapped up. Every muscle, every tendon twitched in rapturous heat. She fucked his cock, creaming in a crackle of explosions. Spastic pleasure whipped through her veins.
His prick was bulging with jism. Imbedded inside her, his cock slashed in and out. The bulk of his jism squirted to her wet, mushy depths. His veined cock-shaft, a deep shade of purplish-red, swiftly lashed into her cunt. He crunched his body up against her, pushing down with all his weight. He could feel the sudden freeze in her body, her cunt grip his cock tightly, then he let loose with a powerful stream. He grunted hungrily.
"You coming, bitch?" he muttered bitterly. With a quick, harsh thrust, he rammed her to the hilt, his cock-shaft burning through her hot pussy.
Heaving jism coursed through his swift cockshaft. Harshly, he fucked through her pussy sauce, smashing his groin against her lurching body.
"Whoring bitch!" he cried. Desperately, he jabbed, his cock stirring the sticky cream inside the depths of her cunt.
"Jesus! Uhhh...." Candice moaned. She felt each thrust as he delved his cock into her cunt with solid jabs that kept her breathless. Her eyes glazed over, and she shuddered from the quick force of his jabs.
He smashed her ass to the floor. Steeped in orgasm, she lurched upward, feverish and hot as he fucked deeper and deeper into her delicate pussy. A passionate moan echoed in her throat. Her voice produced a soft, strangled sound. Passion flickered.
Her cunt ached. The pang of his painful fuck stabs wounded her, his knees digging into her thighs making her body lunge more. She fucked on his scorching hot prick, forcing her to an orgasm.
"Come!" he growled slowly.
"Christ Almighty!" she yelled.
Racing spasms tortured her, her mind locked on his hammering cock-shaft. Her pussy-walls grabbed at his cock every time he fucked his cock deep into her cunt, lashing her with wild stabs, bombarding her cunt with lunging speed. She groaned with each horrendous plunge.
He finished her off, drilling her twisting body. Her hips jumped, their bodies collided, her climax prickling through her, burning sweetly. Her orgasms drifted off in several directions.
He lunged, still bursting with jism. His cockshaft speared her pussy with a coating mixture of hot jizz and steamy cunt-cream. He came ramming down on her, exploding his full load, his clumps of raw jism. With a loud-sounding growl, he sliced through the buttery warmth, her legs spread wide, her cunt available. His cock gouged into her. The last of his spraying load had diminished.
"You finished?" Candice asked. She closed her eyes when his cock-shaft came sliding out.
"No, as a matter-of-fact!"
Candice looked startled, then heard the door open. A man came lumbering into the room, carrying a tray of dirty dishes.
"Saw the breakfast entree outside. Wondered what the-" His thin lips curled when the man saw Candice, her innocent face, the lustrous, long hair of her naked cunt. "Hey, Len. Thought something happened ... I guess something did happen! Who's this?"
Len groaned and hefted himself up. "It's okay, Mike."
On the carpet, Candice stared in horror, trying to climb to her feet, grappling for a foothold, turning over suddenly. Trying to grab at something, anything, she went groping for the side of the bed, half-crawling, half stumbling.
Len was motioning to the burly-set man.
Seconds later, Len went after her, his rigid hard-on inches away from her dripping mouth.
"I think I'd like a suck!" Len said, restraining her, aiming for her mouth.
"No!" Candice cried. Eyes moist with dread, she broke away from him.
In the next instant, both men were mounting her. When Candice saw Len aim his cock for her mouth, her limbs snapped, her body writhing.
Len grinned, watching Mike grope for her. She flinched away from Mike's stabbing hardon. Mike's husky body fell on her, and he aimed for her juicy, fucked-out pussy.
She eyed them for a moment, still trying to get a grip on the bed, the sheets, something. She held her breath, in fear of the vulgar men.
Len, his breathing still raspy from the fuck he had just given her, grabbed her from behind. He was ready again, his prick jutting. Bloated and thick, Len's gnarled prick-head almost didn't fit in her ass. He popped his cock-head up her ass to its ridge, his prick jabbing quickly in and out of her tiny, pinkish shitter.
Len groaned, his breath wheezing with rasps of air, reveling in the graceful movement of Candice's body. "I was right! What a sweet, fucking ass!"
Shaking from head to toe, Candice began to breathe with excitement. Len bumped his overgrown cock-head into her wrinkled, pink asshole. His rigid, knotted cock-head squeezed into her ass-ring with a forceful push, jabbing. Candice's ass was enticing, and Len was determined to fuck that gorgeous bitch's ass.
His hips jolted with quick, jerky pumps. Her asshole felt hot on his delving prick while his friend pumped his cock through her cunt. Len grabbed her leg and raised it, sliding his hand down her thigh and clamping his fingers around it. She writhed in opposition to Len, her ass squirming against his hairy groin. He squirmed tightly against her, his cock spearing her ass and splitting her open.
He watched Mike fuck Candice, watched them both with a hungry leer. Candice's face looked hot. Len could see her ass-cheeks twinging, his friend fucking into her cunt with deep, quick thrusts.
"Jesus Christ!" Mike moaned. The passion started to boil. "Jesus Christ, this bitch is hot!"
Mike went for Candice's mouth, his tongue and hips thrusting. His hands grappled with her tits.
Behind Candice, Len rubbed his hand over the wet, curly strands of her cunt-hair. He let go of her leg, grazing his fingers over the ass he was going to devour with every inch of his cock.
Candice was about to moan something to him when he pushed into her ass with his bloated prick. Candice's ass squiggled enticingly. Len watched her ass with heated delight.
Candice rubbed the heel of her foot against Mike's side, her leg quivering. Len's hands were roaming her body freely. Her eyes fluttered, Mike's mouth going for her lips again.
Fucking his cock to the bottom of her cunt, Mike pressed hard against Candice's sleek, long body, clamping onto the back of her neck. He began nibbling on her lips, grabbing her tongue, his prick digging through her cunt.
Candice moaned in anxious response. The men crushed her with their bodies, her large tits heaving, her rose-tinted nipples scraping against Mike's bulging chest. Sliding into her tight pussy-slit with an easy stroke, Mike could feel Len's prick punching Candice's ass. Mike shifted his cock in and out of her cunt and felt the heat of her body rise from her sweaty skin.
His pawing hands clamped to her creamy skin, Mike gripped her tighter, then ground his other hand onto her hip and lunged. He could feel the juice pour through her tight pussy-slit over his heaving cock as he jabbed, his hips snapping, his prick-shaft slicing. Her cunt was buttery hot and oozing with juice.
Swiping through her buttery pussy-slit with the tips of his fingers, Len wanted to feel the juice of her cunt before grabbing her ass. His cock wasn't completely in her ass yet, the bulk of his prick-head lodged in her soft ass-crack.
Slick cream coated Len's prying fingers as they dipped into the slit of her cunt. When he had enough juice, he slid his fingers up and around the crack of her ass where his bloated cock-head was jabbing, piercing.
Candice was gripping tight. She jerked her legs up at the knee as the bloated head of Len's cock pierced her ass. Sucking in her breath, another tremulous orgasm shook her.
Her ass was dry, warm. Len dug his cockshaft in, his hand on her quivering ass-cheeks, his fingers clenching. Heaving his cock to the ridge, then pulling out, Len jabbed back in. His eyes were slanted downward, and her ass wiggled enticingly. About to cream her tight asshole, Len pushed his cock farther in and fucked his cock deep with punching thrusts.
Mike stiffly kissed her, and she felt his hard fucks with every muscle of her body. He crammed his raping cock into her, drenching her more, stroking his prick into her pussy.
Candice mewled, shoving her body back and forth. She sucked in her breath, their cocks piercing her at once.
Len heartily went after her ass and let out a noisy grunt, then halted. Imbedded inside her tight fuck-hole was a clenching ring of muscle tight around his cock-shaft, choking his prick.
Heaving, his hairy groin crammed against her soft ass-cheeks. He held his cock all the way in her. The cheeks of her ass were flushed. Her asscrack was moist with juice.
Candice was shaking on both lunging pricks, crushed between the two men. The smell of the sweaty men drifted around her, their bodies pressed tight to hers. Her moves were slight, her hips shuddering. Sighs gushed out of her.
"Jesus! God!" Candice moaned. She looked at the grinning face in front of her. "I'm coming! Don't stop! God, don't stop!"
Her mind whirled. Her body ached. As she shuddered between them, her cunt squished on their thick cocks as they swept through her, her ass quivering on Len's digging, bloated cock-head, her cunt crammed with strong cockmeat. In the wonderful blur of the moment, she moaned in orgasm, sighing tremulously.
She jerked, her body stiff. The length of Mike's cock-shaft drifted out of her cunt, along with her juice. She cried out in moaning sighs when Mike pushed his cock back in, Len's cock lodged in her ass growing thicker, longer. Her narrow shit-tunnel bulged with Len's ass splitting cock-meat. Their pumping stopped.
Her body ached with the straining effort to lunge, pinned between their sweaty groins. She moaned, "Why did you stop?"
They both sliced into her then, shifting, fucking into her buttery ooze, listening to her ragged breathing.
"Who's stopping?" Len asked, gripping her from behind. He felt her gooey ass become sticky with his jism. He was coming in her clenching ass which was drawn tight around his heaving cock-shaft. Hot blasts of cream sizzled out of his cock.
Len's hands clutched her slender hips, his thick jizz clogged her asshole. Draining fast and spurting in a blaze, his cock heaved. Len gripped her hips with his hot, beefy grasp. His dark eyes dilated, his face strained. His muscular frame was stiff and racing, pumping his rigid cockshaft through her clenching ass.
The jism pumped furiously through Len's cock as he rushed toward the end of his climax. Outraged, he fucked her, his cock exploding, her ass throbbing around his slippery prickshaft.
Coming in an outpour of hot jism, Candice vibrated on their cocks, her body wrenching in spasms. The wrinkled crack of her ass-moist, pink and twinging on prickmeat-caressed the full, bloated length of Len's cock. His rigid prick licked the ins ides of her ass. She knew Len was nearly done, dragging his climax to a slow finish. She whimpered heatedly.
Wrenching passion seized her. Candice heaved, climaxing with her entire body shifting on prick-meat. Their cocks sliced into her, her juicy fuck-holes twinging in ecstasy. Mike slammed his mouth to hers, trapping her between both fucking cock-shafts.
Both Mike's mouth and groin pushed against her, hard and furious. His cock bulged with heaving strength, his pulsing squirts out of control. His hips jabbed her, her cunt twitching. With lunging thrusts, Mike's cock was in her pussy again and again.
Her orgasm whirled through her. Tasting Mike's tobacco and booze, her mouth pressed tight against his, Candice lunged back on his prick. In the midst of her delirium, she sobbed silently.
Ramming with long fuck-thrusts, Mike gripped her. Her mouth opened wide and his tongue delved. Rage and frustration made him race. He quickly fucked her with juicy pumps.
Throbbing to unload, Mike rammed with a heavy thrust, feeling the squishy heat of her cunt pull the jism out of his cock. Rushing to his climax, he was fast and furious.
With each pulsing throb, he felt her gooey cunt overflow. Heaving jism rushed out of him, his prick stiffening as he pumped. Her juice drenched pussy burst over with creamy jism.
With a noisy grunt, Mike was lunging firmly, venting out his rage. Her lips quivered on his.
As their pricks dragged in and out of her cunt and ass, both men silently spewed their load. Candice came with them, groggily jerking on both pricks, sighing in desperation.
Mike raced to the finish, his climax waning. Gently, he withdrew his cock from her dripping cunt. Len snapped his cock back in his pants, stepping back to look at Candice's shaking body scrunched on the bed.
They left, and Candice shuddered with distaste. The last hours whirled furiously through her mind. Exhausted, Candice stared at the ceiling, her body screaming in protest.
CHAPTER FIVE
Her long body wrapped in a white, silk dress, Candice stepped out into the warm, night air. She shivered, remembering the rape that morning. Her emerald eyes were cloudy. The events of her honeymoon lay like a ton of bricks in her stomach. She straightened, turned and retraced her steps. She was going to find Alec, she thought.
The cold casino air shivered through her limbs, the sound of the noisy crowd hummed in her ears. It rattled her nerves. The sight of Alec at his usual table quickly dispelled the isolation and sadness.
Alec glanced up, his remark laced with sarcasm. "Decided to join me after all? How was your morning swim?"
"I couldn't swim." Candice fell into the empty seat beside him.
Alec's attention drifted away from the cards, his eyes sweeping over her tanned body. "Incredible!"
"What?" Candice asked, shifting uneasily.
"You look incredible!" he said.
She tried to smile. She wasn't going to give up. Somehow, she thought, she had to do something to make up for their messed-up honeymoon.
Alec threw his hand aside and got up with a start.
"You look too incredible to be sitting her with me. C'mon, let's go!" Grabbing her, Alec escorted her out into the parking lot. "We're getting the car and getting the hell away from here!"
As they waited for the valet attendant, they looked directly at each other. "Maybe our marriage shouldn't have happened in the first place," Candice whispered.
"No. It's just as much my fault. If I hadn't have spent all of my time gambling, we could've had an awfully good time together!" Alec said. He had his mind set on a night on the town-a last-ditch effort to save what was left of their disastrous week.
"No one's fault," Candice said. She slid over in the seat, touched Alec on the face, stroking him as he drove. She wanted to smooth away the deep, unhappy moments, the ugly quarrels they'd had. "Where are we going?"
Alec turned away from the traffic and headed outside the city.
"I'm really sorry about our honeymoon. We'll take another trip ... maybe Hawaii next time. Dad would not be very proud of me," he said with a snicker. "Ruining our marriage like this."
Candice smiled at Alec's statement, knowing it was equally her fault. "I can't help it if I'm in love with a gambling man."
Hours later, when they hobbled back from a nightclub, they threw their own private party in the hotel suite until early dawn. Candice was amazed at the rest of the evening.
Rolling in bed, naked, high on champagne and caviar, Alec turned to her. "How was the evening?"
"Incredible!" she said.
Alec rolled onto his back, pushed her head down his hairy stomach, eased her mouth toward his cock. Her mouth touched the wet tip of his prick-head, her tongue snapped across his bloated, purplish ridge, spreading her saliva over the rounded end of his cock.
Her hands and long fingers swept over his thighs, stomach and the thick covering hair surrounding the base of his prick. The tips of her nails delicately scraped along the skin, through the tangled hair around his churning balls, her tongue playfully skirting around the bulbous head of his prick.
His hips heaving upward, Alec eased the bulk of his cock down her throat, clamping his hands to the back of her head. He shifted his cock in and out, her neck stretching back. Leaning over him, she swept her hands over every inch of him, her tongue lashing along his thick cock-shaft. When her mouth opened, he gouged his cock into her throat.
Murmuring softly, she choked on her husband's cock, feeling the rough texture of the skin around his hard cock-meat. Sweeping over his taut cock-skin with her fingers, she grabbed the bulk of his cock with her mouth. Her lips moaned along the slippery width of his cock on its way down her gullet. Ecstatic, she shivered and fluttered her eyes excitedly, clutched his slippery, thick prick.
The minute his blunt cock-head banged into the back of her throat, his cock slipped back out, glistening with a coating of greasy drool. He pulled his prick out to the blunt edge of his prick and dragged his cock-tip across her mouth. His prick-shaft bulged with power and strength, stirred with jism.
He stopped the bulky ridge of his cock at her lips to catch his wind and enjoy the sight of his prick in her mouth. He lifted his head off the bed slightly, looking at her tongue snap along the bloated end of his prick.
His cock went gliding down her throat with an easy push, her teeth grazing his rough skin. Her noisy mouth hummed around his prick. He pressed down on her tongue with his cock, feeling the emptiness of her mouth and the wet heat of her bubbling saliva. He started to buck.
Her hands were flat against his groin, and she glided them around to grip his jabbing ass. Plunging deep into her throat, his cock-shaft began to drip with jizz. She tasted his seeping come, dribbling slowly out his cock-tip. She loved the taste of his meaty cock-shaft, her saliva dribbling out.
Rushing toward his climax, Alec lunged for the muscles of her gullet, the tip of his prick spitting a thin trickle of jism, a prelude to his battling climax. His cock went whooping down her gullet after spearing into her bubbling mouth and filmy saliva. When his cock slid over her tongue, he closed his eyes, pressing the top of her head farther down. His cock slipped down her throat, his rupturing cock-tip banged to a stop.
Expertly, his prick came gliding out, then went heaving back in, jabbing. His hips moved with quick, short lunges. He drummed his cock into her throat while blasts of heaving jizz erupted from his opened piss-slit.
Candice slurped on his gobs of come and his thick juice. His cock blazed over her tongue, her teeth scraping along the pulsing width. His prick throbbed with jism.
Drinking from his prick, the pulsing streams of juice coated her throat. Her lips clamped tightly around his bulky cock. He gripped her by the hair and lunged.
Effortlessly, he plunged his cock to the back of her throat, leaving clumps of jism behind. He flattened her tongue with his pressing speed and plunged his cock dangerously down her gullet. She backed away, and his grip pushed her mouth firmly against him. When he fucked her mouth again, her wet lips slammed against his groin.
They each moved at a separate rhythm. Every time his cock plunged to the bottom, she lurched back. Candice felt her mouth fill up with his sudsy jism and she swallowed. Jerking back from his rabid pace, Candice gulped. Always, Alec came lunging back, whipping the air from her lungs.
With obvious pleasure, Candice swallowed. He broke her constant gulps with a twist of his body. Heaving his cock down her throat, he lunged upward. A coating of gooey jism kept her mouth greasy and wet.
She took another gulp, his groin thumping at her face. Unsteadily, he lurched. His cock throbbed with heavy squirts, then finally slowed. Quickly, he pulled his cock out to the tip.
Her mouth and lips on fire, Candice slurped on his spurting thick come-juice, moaning on his prick. Clutching Alec in a heated embrace, she knew he was near the end.
Alec's prick drummed into her mouth, leaving clumps of gooey cream at her throat, still lunging effortlessly. Hunched forward, his forehead creased, and Alec lurched. His prick rushed out with the last of his jizz.
Raising up from his wet groin, Candice swallowed the final gobs of thick cream, her fingers weaving mischievously through the tangled mass of hair covering his groin.
She climbed over his body. He dropped to the bed as she lay beside him. Crushing her shoulders closely to him, he reached for a cigarette, kissing her on the forehead. He held her tightly in his grasp as they lay together on their honeymoon bed. Both stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, reveling in the quiet.
Minutes later, Alec turned to her, noticing how beautiful she looked. Candice brightened when he looked at her, and she hugged him around the neck.
"Now ... how was the evening, Mrs. Maxwell?" he asked, grabbing her. He glanced at her thatch of cunt-hair and, with a twist of his body, was on top of her.
"Incredible!" she said. "Simply incredible!"
"Make love to me again," he said.
"Oh, no ... not again!" Candice sighed, delight and excitement in her eyes. They made love furiously the rest of the night.
CHAPTER SIX
Alec had left to play the tables again. He was becoming more and more flagrant. Every night he had stayed out late, returning in the early morning hours tired and distracted, his mind elsewhere. When he walked in, she was always waiting for him in a soft negligee. Accepting his excuses, they kissed each other goodnight, promising next time to make love. She was tired of it.
She hung around the suite, all morning switching the television off and on, then the radio. Boredom crept in. Finally, Candice decided to get a breath of fresh air.
On the way downstairs to the coffee shop, she turned abruptly, someone's hand on her arm. She smiled at the good-looking stranger.
"Excuse me, but aren't you Alec's wife?"
"Yes, why?"
"You're on your way to the coffee shop?" he asked Candice. "You're headed that way."
She nodded. "Would you like to join me? I was going to relax over a hot cup of coffee."
"Thought you'd never ask."
They sat down at a table in a quiet corner. She leaned toward him. "You asked me if I was Alec's wife. Why? Do I know you?"
"No. I know your husband. We're usually sitting at the same table."
Candice sighed. "I knew your looks were familiar. The other day, right?"
His grin widened. "I was the one staring at you, in the gray suit. One of the rare occasions you were with your husband."
A temporary flash of heat colored her face. He looked fit and handsome. Impossible thoughts intrigued her. She felt a surge of passion.
"Your husband does very well at baccarat," he said.
"Winning is what's important to him. Candice said. A flicker of passion sizzled into her, though her excitement had nothing to do with their conversation. "My name's Candice. What's yours?"
"Tony." He took a sip of steaming coffee.
"My husband's there now, winning. Spends all his time there."
Tony's gaze lifted. "Doesn't your husband take care of you?"
"No, he's always gambling." She said. She studied his face. "Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee upstairs in the hotel room?"
He grinned. "Sounds like a wonderful idea. I was wondering what to do with the rest of the afternoon."
They had a quiet walk up to her suite. When they walked in the door, he thrust his body up against her. Tony moved his lips across hers, urgently kissing her, hugging her at the waist.
He was kissing her in a French delight. She tongue-kissed him back, tasted his mouth, his kiss powerful. He thrust his body up against her, crushing her against the door. She was weakening.
"From the moment I saw you, I wanted you!" he said. He was pressing against her.
"Me, too," Candice said. "Let's go to bed!"
They undressed each other. Then he was on top of her, and she moved her legs apart. She felt his cock fuck her pussy, hard and stiff. He pressed his groin toward her pulsing cunt, his cock shifting in and out, in a smooth rhythm.
Candice moved her hips, thrusting her bubbly cunt onto his cock, and fucked him with a long, shuddering gasp.
"I really wanted you!" he said, and moved at a fast rhythm. "My God, you're hot!"
A gasp shuddered through her, thrusting her hips up. Their hips collided, thrusting, and as they kissed, his cock kept enlarging.
Tony leaned forward against her, his rhythm quick and fierce. Her face was covered with a gorgeous expression of passion, he hadn't had a worthwhile fuck in a long time, and he wanted to capture the beauty of her face and body. Carefully, he raked his eyes down her sweaty flesh. Her tits quivered, her cunt arched, her pussy-slit and thighs covered with juice.
She was breathing hard, carried away by her passion. Tony gazed at her tits and shoved his cock in her pussy. With separate moves of his hips, his cock sliced into her, then pulled out and went inside for another taste of her sweet cunt.
Her body was in a turmoil, humping on the edge of passion, his cock torturing her wet mess of a cunt. All she could think about and all she wanted to do was fuck him.
Tony summoned up new strength to delight her body with, then lunged with another piercing slam, then slammed again. Her hot, buttery cunt overflowed with bubbling ooze. Slick cream dripped down her inner thighs, the crack of her ass slick with her grease. Candice hammered back incessantly.
On a seesawing rampage, he rammed her against the mattress and grasped her plump tits with both hands. Thrusting harder, his moans grew more and more urgent. The more he fucked, the more her pussy got sweeter.
Candice was climaxing in a glorious fervor and couldn't help but cream on his cock every time he punched it into her pussy. Her sweet cunt ached upward. Every fuck-thrust had her breathless and climaxing. She heaved, gushing with fuck-hunger. She was exploding and couldn't stop herself. She raised up for more of his cunt-splitting jabs, his fat cock-head piercing the depths of her hot, tender cunt.
"Jesus, I'm coming!" she cried in a soft, whimpering moan. Tony was fucking her at a hectic pace. Every jerk of his cock hammered her ass against the bed and hurled her onto the edge of another insane orgasm.
She gripped his body, clutching him, and flipped her legs up to capture each slice of his prick as he dug it into her buttery pussy-lips. He was piercing her pussy-lips apart, his cock immersed in her pussy-hole.
His knees pressing into the mattress, he dove into her delicate cunt. The pulsing muscles drummed around his blunt cock-shaft, and her legs held his ramming body tight against her. Her knees buckled outward. He started pounding her body in a desperate attempt to come.
She held her body stiff and rigid, her cunt tightly pulsing around his thrusting cock-shaft, her breath shallow, rampant. Her movements became erratic.
His sticky load burst out with endless pulsing squirts, and Tony lunged. His cock sliced through the buttery warmth of her cunt-hole with hard fuck-thrusts. Squirts of his pulsating stream of jizz flooded her pussy instantly.
He climaxed furiously, heaving his load into her. Clumps of his warm, heavy jism spilled out from his thrusting cock in countless streams.
He bit her neck, grunting noisily and pounding her pussy aimlessly. Her body was soft and tight. Candice had never known such wonderful pleasure and hadn't stopped coming since he shoved his cock into her cunt.
Never had any girl responded to his cock like her. She was hot, gobs of sticky cream clung to the curls of her opened pussy-slit. She arched upward, craving more of his delicious thrusts.
His cock filled her pussy with his liquid jism and thrust hard into her fuck-hole. When his cock was jammed tight inside, his jism gushed out past her cunt-lips, the overflow draining on the sheet.
Tony's teeth were clamped to the soft, nestling pocket of her neck, his blunt cock shifting in and out. He kept up his hectic pattern of long, hard thrusts.
Their passion grew steadily until all that mattered was each other's body. The tension in his hard, strong frame awakened sensations in Candice, different sensations, and tense heat sizzled between them.
Tony interrupted her hazy trance with his lunging prick. Firmly against her humping cunt, he jerked his groin forward, his cock in her, crashing into her cunt. He flattened her to the bed, her humping cunt arched upward.
Candice moaned in utter relief, her face flushed, her heart racing. She could feel his hands explore her tits as he fucked her. His fingers were greedy, tight around each heavy tit mound. His hands kept her tits from quivering as she humped, her cunt sliding along his stiff cock, dripping with a thick ooze.
He slammed into the juicy meat of her cunt, their climax only a short distance away. Her pulse pounded in her throat and she felt as if she were about to explode, her climax approaching. She reacted to his sudden thrust, his prick steadily drumming into her wet cunt as he fucked in sharply with his rigid cock.
His crazed passion seized her. Inside, she was churning. She loved what he was doing to her body with his prick. His prick felt like stone, slamming deep into her body, reaching deeper and deeper. Suddenly, she was coming.
Slamming viciously, Tony let out a growl. Candice moaned back. Her cunt was hurting, her throbbing, wet pussy-muscles pulsing and erratic. She glared at him, her emerald eyes glazed over. For a moment, she could see his expression, tight and urgent. With the next erratic hump of her cunt, her climax burst through her body, her cunt drumming against his solid prick. The upper part of her body heaved. A fierce surge of his prick had her shuddering.
Candice stared at the gorgeous man fucking her, orgasms whipping through her, and she felt the hard meat of his prick. His cock was fucking into her cunt at a piercing rate of speed, the wet, gooey opening of her pussy closing in. Her cunt was saturated with wet heat, the head of his cock punching her juicy cunt-walls. Pleasure enveloped her. She was coming in a blaze. A rash of orgasms sped through every part of her.
Her legs shook. The plump, ripe meat of her tits burned with pleasure, his hands still gripping them tightly and firmly. Her breathing was rapid. Her climax would not be vanquished.
Her knees buckled outward and jerked. Her body quaked with a fierce shudder. The wet heat of her cunt pulsed for more of his steady, lunging thrusts.
Tony's tight features twisted as he fucked deep. Their passionate lust was all-consuming. As his cock pounded through her cunt, her entire body seemed to be burning up. Her warm pussy was seeping, her juices hot. Her cuntmuscles frantically pulsed.
As he stuffed his cock up her cunt-hole, she pushed up, her wet cunt lunging. His prickhead, bloated and hard, sunk into her pussy.
His prick tortured her, and her cunt pulsed rapidly around it. Squishing, wet cream bulged out of her pussy, the walls of her cunt licking along his stiff cock.
Bubbly cream flooded the inside of her cunt, the overflow sizzling out between her puffed out cunt-lips as he crunched into her soft cuntmeat with his slicing prick. The flames of burning lust coursed through her veins, her cunt drenched with bubbles of pussy-cream. As she humped in a blaze, she lost herself in her own whirling orgasm.
"Oh! Jesus, Tony! I'm coming!"
With lunging stabs of his hips, he gave her a slam, whipped his cock out to the tip, then lunged again.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!" Candice cried, hungry desires soared. Hot, liquid cream bubbled out of her pussy-slit, and she knew she would soon be drenched with his jism.
Candice was coming for the second time. Orgasms plagued her, took control of her body and shook her. A groan escaped her throat as he rammed his hulking cock into her. The more she felt his slamming fuck-thrusts, the more she creamed.
"How does my cock feel?" Tony asked with a hard grunt and another hard, urgent slam.
Candice couldn't answer. Her orgasm choked her. Each slam of his hard groin sank his cock balls deep into her bubbling, hot caldron of wet cream and wet cunt. Her cunt felt deep as he lunged. With one slam, then the next, steadily he pounded.
She panted, her breath wheezing past her rosy-red lips. Coming in a flurry of emotion, each mounting wave of orgasms attacked her, one wave on top of another.
Tony lunged for the creamy depths of her cunt, his cock delving deeper, shoving his cock to the limit and watching her climax. With one lunge, then another hard thrust, the jism in his balls rushed toward his cock-shaft.
Her ass thumped. Violent orgasms thrust pleasure through her. Her cunt clamped tight around his cock, her entire body rippling with pleasure.
Heavy with pussy-cream, her cunt-slit bubbled over with the thick liquid. His cock was coated with her slippery pussy-ooze. Slick, wet heat engulfed his prick.
Digging his cock in, Tony gave her a hot fuck that reached deep down into his balls. Her buttery cunt spilled over with creamy fluid ands he shuddered in heat.
His hands on her tits tightened. He asked, "Does your husband fuck you like this?"
Passionately, Tony bent down and his tongue swept over each nipple. Her tits bulged out of his grip. His fingers wound around her pulpy tit-flesh, and he saw her rosy nipples burst out from her smooth, creamy skin.
"Don't want to tell me?" he said, liking the sight of her pulpy tits. Her perfume and the hot scent of her wet cunt drifted up to him. Ferociously, Tony slammed into her with one long thrust, then another. Her pussy was seeping juice.
She didn't want to ask how he knew. She was quivering with too much passion, with too much heated desperation. Tony's steel-hard cock-shaft pierced her caldron of hot creamy juice, the blunt tip of his cock piercing her wet pussy. She gripped his cock tight with her cunt.
He moved the pillow aside so her head rested flat on the bed. Her mind was drifting in the clouds. The silk sheets felt hot underneath her sweaty skin.
Helplessly, her body lunged, craving his cunt splitting cock-meat. His slams grew more ferocious in strength. "Unn! Jesus!" She cried. She climaxed in a fury. It was powerful, horrendous.
Passion took control of her breathing. Each move she made was spastic. Her hips jerked making her pussy a moving target. His thumping cock slammed inside her pussy. Candice shoved back and moaned, her cunt snapping upward, orgasms bursting through.
Tony's brutal lunges kept his cock hard. He stroked her tits while he stuffed his large cockshaft up her cunt. Steady slams bombarded her. Stabbing deep, his cock felt the moist heat, and that quickly brought him to the brink. With a wild fury of jabs, his cock ruptured.
Her massaging cunt-muscles tormented him. His cock throbbed with bulging jism. The wet heat of her cunt was scalding hot and milked the jism out of him. Tony pounded without effort. His groin tightened. Thick, hot jizz burst from his prick.
Giant squirts of jism unloaded in her hot cunt. Her cunt became soft and sudsy. When she moaned in his ear and he heard the sweet sounds of her voice, his cock exploded furiously and let loose with more spewing juice.
Tony's prick seemed to pry her cunt-lips apart, spearing through the juicy walls that pressed around his prick-shaft. His strokes were strong and he broke off abruptly. He asked, "Did you come?"
"No." She said. She studied his face.
"You're lying!" He cut his cock cleanly through her cunt. Between her legs was a liquid pool of gooey warmth. He stuck his prick into it, squeezing through the gooey wet heat. "You're going to come again!"
"I'd enjoy that!" Candice said, staring into his eyes. She saw the passion that glared in his brown eyes.
He returned her stare, looking at her body. She was shapely, slender. No longer was he bored on his business trip, and he thanked his lucky stars that he had caught her, looking lost and lonely like him. He gazed at the plump flesh of her tits, seeing them quiver.
"You're going to fly on my cock!" he said.
"Anything you say," Candice said. She sprung up with her hips, catching his cock with her bubbly cunt.
Another thrust banged his groin against the curly hair of her pussy, his strokes cut smooth. There was a hunger that gnawed at him, the irrepressible urge to come. The velvety softness of her cunt was stroking the length of his prick, and Tony could see the hunger in her eyes.
The thought of her coming gave Tony a sudden ache in his prick. With a slight hesitation, he thrust his long cock into her, determined to make her cream, his bloated cock-head spearing through her thick juice.
"Tony! I'm starting to come!"
In the midst of an intense thrust, he grunted, "You like the feel of my prick?"
"Uhhh! Unnn!"
He enjoyed every twitch on her face, every jerk of her limbs. Thrusting his cock in her, the jism exploded out of his prick. Sighs gushed out of her.
A riptide of emotion caught them both. Her cunt-hair soft against his groin, his cock searched deep inside her cunt, jabbing. They were swept up in their climax, their lips locked, mouths pressed together.
He lifted up from her soft, yielding lips. "I want to see you come! I'm going to watch you!"
An eruption of contentment ripped through them both, his groin cracking against her. His eyes scanned her sweet face. Candice looked beautiful.
With a twitch of his hips, his cock angled for depth. He straightened his body and lunged, his jism surfacing. She was jerked back from the force of his thrusts. Propping himself up on stiff arms, he bombarded her cunt with rapid strokes. His chest heaved.
Candice was coming on his heaving prick. He was eyeing her, his face tight and determined while he stroked his cock in and out of her juice coated cunt. Fireworks of heat ripped through them.
She was stroking his arms, caressing his bulging muscles as he moved his prick inside her cunt in long, sweeping thrusts. His prick-head shoved past her gooey cunt-folds, her cunt slippery and hot. He groaned loudly, his ass lunging. He fucked her in a long series of thrusts, watching her twist in passion. Candice sighed, shuddering waves quaked her entire body.
He thrust violently into her, delving down to the bottom of her cunt. He started to lose control. Raw chunks of jism sprayed out of his thrusting cock. Joy mounted along with impatience.
An irresistible urge followed. They both began to thrust. Candice felt a sudden stab of his cock, and cracking sighs came tumbling out of her throat.
Tony's cock was inside her, his prick sending a wave of orgasms through her. Wicked spasms panicked her cunt. The pulsing rhythm of her cunt-muscles seized his stabbing prick. He watched her come, the scent of her perfume swirling around him. Defiantly, he stabbed, his cock spewing chunks of jism, his eyes blazing with fury.
A flicker of passion danced through her tortured body, the start of a thundering explosion. Her hips jolted. Attacks of bliss followed his brutal fuck-thrusts. Her body was hot, seething with orgasms. A strange weakness fluttered through her.
Her eyelids flickered wildly and her mouth parted. Tony thought it was a thing of beauty to watch her come as he knocked the wind out of her. Sweat glistened on her makeup. Orgasms snapped through her body, the erect button of her clit scraping his cock. Bolts of passion sizzled through them when their groins came together with a cracking slam.
"Don't let go of me!" Candice groaned, griping his muscular arms, heaving her cunt onto his slicing prick.
Tony raised up, her soft words reverberating in his head.
"I love it! I love it!" she cried.
Their fever increased. Her cunt was a gooey, tangled mess of hair. Tony was bruising her pink pussy with his slams and watching her passionate, beautiful face. He kept steady rhythm, careful not to break the pattern of his thrusts. They were both immersed in their passion.
* * *
Alec twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the door. He walked into the hotel suite, hearing murmurs and sensing trouble.
Then he saw them.
Candice glanced up, stiffened in shock. "Oh, no!"
In a quiet rage, Alec stared at her, wishing he were in the wrong room.
In mid-stroke, Tony wrenched to a halt, pulled his cock out of her cunt and straightened up. He had to get out of here! he thought. Tony jumped to his feet and grabbed his clothes, then disappeared to the other side of the suite. Seconds later, the door slammed.
Alec looked like a man in an emotional upheaval. He watched Candice. Her hair was badly disheveled. Her face was flushed. Her legs and body were soiled with the stranger's jism.
His mind whirled. Anger accompanied grief. Alec stood, carefully reviewing her marred skin, his heart sinking, the bile in his throat rising.
"When did you get in last night?" Candice asked. "Had fun at the casino?"
"Just now. Why, Candice?" Alec murmured. He inhaled the pungent odor of her wet cunt and saw her thighs sticky with the clear film of pussy-cream and sweat.
"Because I haven't seen you since we got here," Candice said. Her body stiff and aching, she thrust up to an erect position. "You spend more time at the tables than you do with me. In fact, you're always there. Why don't you just turn around and go back downstairs. Or do you want another suck, like last time?"
Rage exploded out of Alec. His hand flew up and he slapped her face. Then, he regretted it, seeing her eyes water. "Look, it's not my nature...."
"What ... to fuck up our honeymoon? You hard? Wanna suck?"
"You fucking bitch!" He yelled, cracking his hand against her cheek. "You fucked up our honeymoon, not me, Candice! Who's fucking around?"
"Why not, you're always gone!" Candice yelled back. She shook her head, throwing off the stinging slap and purposely added, "Anyway ... it was an innocent affair."
"Someone else occupying our bed you call innocent?" He looked at her with disbelief. "I can't be available to you all the time and the moment I get some time alone, you're out fucking! Whore bitch!"
"Who the hell cares!" Candice moaned, thinking of her stinging face.
Alec turned to leave.
Candice raised her arm, pointing toward the door. "Don't forget ... I'll be alone."
* * *
Heading for the lounge, Alec bumped his way through the casino. He scanned the quiet lounge and sat down. The bartender handed him a drink.
"How's the tables been treating you?" the heavy-set man asked. "Pretty good, Muggs." Alec swallowed half his drink in one long pull. "Only kidding. Not too good."
"Sorry to hear that."
Alec laughed to himself. "Remind me to buy you a drink and tell you about it sometime."
The bartender grinned knowingly, refilling some drinks on the other side of the bar. The large man walked back to Alec. "I've seen you here several times with a very nice-looking lady. Very nice."
Alec's face grew into a sorry smirk.
"She's taken," he muttered. Alec drained his drink with another long swallow, feeling the liquor burn a path down his throat.
"Troubles, huh. An argument?" Muggs asked.
"If you want to call it that." Alec jumped up and started to leave. "There's something I got to do!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Candice stepped closer to the water's edge. The full, bright moon hovered over the stretch of beach, and a small fire glittered nearby. Clustered around the fire were several students. She inhaled the aroma of crackling embers, toasted marshmallows, and she heard a half dozen celebrating voices. She groaned and walked farther away until their voices were a faint trickle of laughter.
She felt as if her marriage had been uprooted and she needed some time alone. The beach was the perfect place for solitude, she thought, especially at that time of night. She walked farther along the dazzling ocean, sand crunching beneath her bare feet.
Before setting down her blanket, she marveled at the beauty of the waves drifting in all directions. The sound of the surf caressed her eardrums. She set the blanket in the sand, then straightened up when she heard approaching voices.
"Excuse me, we're having a party over there and we noticed you were by yourself and thought you might like to join us."
Her eyes scanned the half-dark. Suddenly, she was confronted with three husky guys with bulging crotches that needed to be satisfied.
Candice backed up, stiffening. "Thank you for the invitation, but I came here to be alone."
"Where did you get that body?" The tall one gave her the once-over, shifting his gaze to the others.
"I was born with it," Candice snapped sarcastically.
One of them gazed at her sleek frame, liking what he saw. Candice's plump tits bulged out from the top of the bikini and she tapered into a narrow waist, the bikini cut low on her slender hips. "What are you doing out here so late?"
"I can ask you the same thing, except I already told you."
"Need some company?" He straightened up and crossed his arms.
Candice felt his stare burn right through her. "You're not going to tell me that you left those cute girls to come over here and bother me, are you?"
He could feel his pulse racing. His cock in his shorts grew larger. His gaze was slanted at her tits and her barely covered crotch. "Where's your husband? Isn't he around?"
"He's five minutes away," she warned.
"You trying to get rid of us?"
"How did you know I had a husband?"
"Hello there!" Teddie emerged from behind a grass-covered dune, walking along the path toward the beach. It was as if he emerged from nowhere, and he said in a laughing manner, "Hello there. What's going on?"
Candice shifted nervously. It was when she saw Teddie that she recognized the others. She and Alec had passed them all at the casino room.
"Yeah, we've seen her around," Teddie said.
He stood there, arms crossed as if on the offense, his brain conjuring up mischief. He and his friends could have some fun, Teddie thought.
"Hey, yeah, we've seen her at the casinos!" one of them blurted out. "With some guy!"
Candice stood there coolly, listening to their idle chatter.
"That guy was her husband, huddled away in the corner while he fingered her." Teddie slanted his eyes at the others. "We've sure met, haven't we?"
"Hey, yeah, was that her?" the tall one asked vigorously, imagining Candice without the bikini. "She's a hot bitch!"
Candice's gaze fidgeted from one face to the other.
"Lucky we ran into you!" Teddie said, his tone mocking.
"Really! How lucky!" The tall one swiped his hand over his mouth.
Candice nervously shifted. She murmured, "I'm not a bitch, nor a hot one."
"Want us to find out?"
She had been standing there several minutes when Teddie moved on her. They were on her all at once, except one who watched, muttering something about keeping a look out.
Teddie tackled her to the ground, sand flying underneath her feet. His brawny friends grabbed for her, helped to drag her over to the blanket she had laid out along the dune. They fiddled with her bikini until it fell off.
Shocked, Candice lay motionless on her back, looking at a stiff prick aiming for her mouth. Her cries were strangled, her slender legs were pushed farther and farther apart.
They crowded around her. Gregg, the tallest and the youngest, was going for her mouth, his pointed cock-tip punching the back of her throat. He charged his cock into her mouth and hammered, his groin thudding against her chin.
Crouching over her gorgeous face, Gregg steered his gaze over her sleek, naked body. She had a slight tan, he noticed. Her large, plump tits were capped with rosy-red nipples. He swiped his tongue across his mouth, drooling at her wiggling body.
His hand crowded around her neck, his thin prick fucking her mouth. His cock was crammed tight in her gullet, abusing her wide-open mouth with his ramming thrusts.
His knees in the sand, Gregg grabbed her by the hair, swung her head toward him, aiming his hard-on deep into her throat. He forced her to look at his stiff prick. Reaching for the back of her head, he yanked her closer, grabbing her tits. Her soft gliding lips dribbled on his cockshaft. He dug his cock through her mouth.
The rough side of her tongue grazed the underside of his prick. Pressing harder into her mouth, Gregg fucked deeper into her gullet.
Wildly, he plunged his cock headlong into her gullet until Candice choked. Wandering hands swept up and down her twisting body. Fingers were in her cunt, prodding into her juicy pussymeat. Cream poured out of her pink pussy-slit as the fingers persisted. Her cunt was sopping wet. Slick juice coated her thighs. Someone's hands worked on her cunt bluntly, digging into her pussy.
Quivering at the unknown, she couldn't tell who was pulling and yanking at her. No matter how she twisted and turned, they pulled at her body, yanking her every way possible. Fingers squished through her pussy-meat, pried her legs apart, dug through her moist and meaty cunt. She kept twisting, bumping into the bodies that were stretched out on either side of her. Some instinct warned her not to fight back as hands opened her ass-cheeks. She felt fingers in her ass, burrowing through her tight, wrinkled shithole. Bodies knocked her forward and back.
She couldn't avoid the cock pushing into her throat with countless jabs. She felt a finger edge into her asshole, squeezing through the narrow opening. She quivered, trying not to move.
Gregg's cock slid down her throat relentlessly. She was under their control, their hands grappling, her body yanked both ways on their poking hands and fingers.
The other man, husky and incredibly good-looking, enveloped her. Her tits quivered, and she swung her head in the other direction.
Timidly, she slurped on Gregg's cockmeat, gurgling on his stiff cock-head when he pulled out. Head bent back, she gurgled on Gregg's bloated prick, his thin cock-shaft searing through the muscles of her gullet, deep and hard, his groin banging again and again.
When she blinked her eyes, she saw his groin coming at her at full speed, his thrusts broken when he collided with her face. Her mouth hummed around his digging cock-shaft, his pointed cock-tip cutting into the back of her throat. Mechanically, she sucked on Gregg's stiff cock.
The husky and good-looking man enveloped Candice from behind as he grabbed her tits, and she swung her head in the other direction again.
Frightened, Candice gulped. She could hear the panting breath of someone hovering, the unfamiliar, husky male scent drifting around her. Pawing lingers grabbed her tits, her fleshy titmounds bulging from someone's grasp. Flicking her eyes open, Candice looked into another face grinning at her. Her legs apart, she felt fingers weaving through the curly hair of her pussy-slit and she was thrown to her side. It was Teddie.
Candice's legs were spread wide. Teddie looked at her cunt. He was beaming at her.
"Give someone else a turn," Teddie said to Gregg, the thin lanky guy who was pumping his cock through her mouth.
Candice moaned, not knowing what to do.
Gregg turned his head, gawking at his friends. His prick, purplish-red with blood, heaved through Candice's throat. Gregg tore into her gullet.
Candice twisted and turned between them, the moonlight dappling her naked skin. Pearl drops of cream clung to her curly pussy-hair. Teddie's gaze was devouring her wet cunt, as well as the rest of her wiggling, long body.
"What a gorgeous...." Teddie said, surveying her pussy in great detail. "Look at her cunt. It looks like it's breathing!"
Teddie smiled, stroking his cock. He was on her the next minute, gripping his cock at the root, sliding his prick into her wet cunt-lips, his pulse racing. He pushed his hips forward, leaning inward, jabbing.
When Teddie's cock found the bottom of her cunt, he jabbed, fucking her wet pussy-hole, his prick-head squishing, his cock cutting cleanly through her cunt. He pushed in with his hips, his groin scraping against her soft cunt-mound, his cock rigid and stiff. Then he went after his next lunging stab.
He fucked her cunt at a reckless pace, squished into her cunt, missing nothing. Teddie was perspiring profusely. He didn't waste any stabs. Teddie could almost hear Candice crying out, her mouth stuffed with the meat of Gregg's prick. He could hear her soft, muffled cries as her lips glided around Gregg's cock-shaft.
In his next breath and with the next plunge, Teddie crashed into her, suddenly finding his rhythm. He fucked mercilessly into a thundering climax, coming, ridding himself of searing jism.
Gooey liquid blasted. His cock throbbed. He ruptured with an explosive tremor.
Teddie climaxed furiously as his jism was pumped out of his cock. Warm sensations surged through his cock, the length of his prick-shaft bulging, releasing the filmy streams of jizz. The weight of his body was light, his impact quick.
Teddie happened to glance up and saw Candice hungrily slurping on his friend's cock. Teddie froze, seeing her smooth cheekbones, her soft, caressing mouth and lips, Gregg's jabbing prick. His pulse raced. Teddie quietly watched the two of them, his prick still squirting inside Candice's gooey cunt.
The next moment, Teddie began to jab hungrily. His balls were tied up in jism, and his cock kept exploding liquid jizz, rupturing it out in pulsing streams. The tip of his cock-shaft opened with a constant barrage of jet streams. His gooey liquid was hot, thick.
His ass rose, and he moved his prick toward her cunt as he sliced downward, puncturing her open pussy-slit with hard jabs. Greedily, he dove in.
Candice radiated heat, a sizzling heat that kept growing. Her neck cords tightened. Teddie was squirting into Candice, the rounded end of his prick digging in sharply, spearing into her juicy fuck-hole with a cutting edge. As he squirted, he maneuvered in her cunt, slicing into her sudsy pussy at every breath, implanting his jism deep inside her. The slick wet meat of her cunt was up against his groin, soft and slick with cream.
Crouching over the terrified Candice, Gregg gripped her throat tighter so she couldn't get away and nudged his cock-shaft at an angle, sliding into her slippery gullet. His hips humped with short, light jabs, changing his tempo in search of his orgasm. The sudden increase in speed rumbled his balls, stirred his jism. The rounded edge of his cock-head inched into the depths of her slick-covered throat, and she gripped him frantically. He was going to blast.
The back of her throat felt tight. Gregg's mind spun. His hips jumped. His thick ooze poured out. Moving jerkily, Candice took his thrusts, tearing at her throat. A rushing stream of come jettisoned out of his pumping cock-shaft.
He stopped spewing for an instant. He was smoothing his hand up and down her throat and felt the roughness of her tongue beneath his cock-shaft.
Steadily fucking against her mouth, he ruptured again with an explosive power. A jet stream of gooey liquid coated Candice's throat, clogged her with a throbbing stream of jism. The steady rhythm of Gregg's humping groin kept up the attack, his thin stream of jism following each bouncing thrust. Candice could hear him grunt as he fucked into her mouth, his thin cock-shaft pulsing with the throbbing load of his spraying jizz. He was all over her face, jabbing easily.
Twisting on her side, Candice took his giant squirts. Gregg was viciously attacking her mouth and she couldn't move her head away. His steady lunges increased until another blast of jism finally sprayed out. With intense satisfaction, Gregg steadied himself, the last of his jism flooding past her lips. Heaving a sigh, Gregg's cock came sliding out of her throat.
Teddie slammed his cock into her moist and wet cunt-lips. Passion sizzled through him. He came in an uproar, the jism rushing out of his cock-shaft. He was flushed with heat, gooey jism furiously pumping through his cock-shaft. He held his breath and the next lunge was his last. Aching and stiff, he dragged his cock out, grappled to his feet.
"Hey give someone else a try! My cock will do the rest!" Tom smiled down at the naked girl. His stiff cock was tugging at his groin. Tom gripped his cock-shaft at the base. He was impatient to fuck her.
She felt Tom's lips on her mouth, his forehead pressed against hers while his tongue wandered. She felt him press against her, then felt his fingers stick into her cunt, sliding from the slick juice. His fingertips were enveloped in a sudsy warmth, gliding inside her gooey cunt, through the meaty heat of her pussy.
His cock-shaft stretched to the limit, Tom tucked his prick between her legs, watching her gasp on his prick-meat. Candice swung her hips up and he pressed down with his groin.
"Hey, what's her name anyway?" Tom grunted, his eyes drinking in the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt. "Oh, my God, she's soaking wet!"
Candice felt his cock slamming. He was in her one moment, then dragging his prick out the next, along with a coating of liquid cream. The length of his cock-shaft was thick with her gooey sauce.
"What did you say?" Steve, the fourth young man, asked Tom. Steve surveyed Tom's glistening wet prick vibrating in Candice's cunt. The perfumed scent of her cunt was trapped in his nostrils.
Tom looked up, dragging his gaze away from her dripping, pink cunt. Candice's pussy was a thing of beauty. Her silky, velvety cunt-folds pulsed with cream, her cunt saturated with juice.
"Why don't you sample her ass?" Tom asked Steve.
"I don't know." She gripped his hot, beefy cock. "I might hurt her with this."
Candice was weakening. Tom had to bend over her to haul his prick through her cunt. Her wet pussy-slit made soft, squishing noises as he fucked into her cream-coated cunt. His speed increased, his body stretched out. He fucked her again and again, stroking her with his cock.
Steve's embarrassment soon disappeared. Seeing Candice's body shook him with impatience and a sizzling fever.
Tom gripped her, slamming her on his stiff cock-shaft.
"You can't hurt her. She's having a ball with us!" Tom said. Pausing up and down in mid-stroke, Tom looked up. "Why not, Steve?"
Steve groaned. Unbearable passion gnawed at him.
"C'mon, I'll help," Tom grunted. With renewed vigor, he was thrusting the full length of his cock-shaft in Candice. A few strokes later, Tom was grabbing her hips and shifting her over, carefully.
"Candice ... Steve's going in your ass!" Tom said.
That was the last thing she wanted. Her lips tightened. Tom thought he heard a cry. He looked at Candice and listened. All he heard was slurping noises, her mouth and chin shiny with her spit.
Steve moved closer, squirming his prick closer to Candice. He smiled at the gorgeous sight of her ass, her ass-crack deep, her asshole tiny. Peering closer, he held up a finger and squeezed it tightly in her ass.
Candice leaped forward. A strained expression covered her face.
"I like to play with things like this! Think I should fuck her ass?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, I bet she'll love it! Look at her!" Tom said.
Peering down into Candice's tiny asshole, Steve jabbed her with a hard finger.
"My cock will give her a decent fuck," Steve said. Fucking her ass would be a delicate task, he realized. For a brief moment, he jabbed his finger inside, leaning forward, his lips touching the back of her shoulder, aware of her every twitch. With a cool indifference, Steve jabbed his finger again. "Candice, tell me when you're coming."
A flush rose to Candice's ass-cheeks. Steve stiffly fucked his finger through her asshole.
Tom was thrusting his cock in her cunt with a cold fury. Candice whimpered, trying to control her simmering passion, her climax closing in on her. With a long, sweet thrust, she moved to Tom's rhythm, her emotions in a turmoil. Passion was everywhere. Sharp, biting spasms attacked her insides. Passion seemed to fill her, growing stronger and stronger until ecstasy screamed through her. Her passion was alive, all-consuming.
Steve felt her resist and start to draw back, and with a deep thrust, he filled her ass again.
At once, she slammed sideways. Her climax loomed ahead. She felt the crunch of their thrusting groins as both their pricks tore into her. Her body was flung backward, then jolted forward to Tom's colliding groin.
Both pricks attacked her. Her body flinched. She was floating in her own private heaven, her climax absorbing her.
She felt their bodies cover her from both sides. The squishing sounds of her cunt drifted to her ears, along with the cracking sound of her ass banging into Steve's hard, hairy groin. They dug through her body, grunting noisily.
"Candice ... you coming yet?" Steve groaned, the heat rising.
Both pricks banged into her body. Everything hurt. In the next instant, Candice was blinded by passion. It took her by surprise.
Punching jabs bombarded her bubbly, tight cunt as Tom's groin sprung into action, her ass crammed with Steve's persistent, jabbing cock from behind. The ass-fuck was cold and coarse, Steve's thrusts unmerciful. She felt a terrible sense of aloneness and resigned herself to it, tried not to flinch. The throbbing head of Steve's prick drilled her ass, splitting her asscrack open.
The stiff point of Tom's cock searched the depths of her cunt, jabbing. Tom jabbed again, looking for his climax.
Thumbs held her ass-cheeks apart as Steve spread open her wrinkled ass-crack. Groaning, the bulk of his cock-head cutting her wide, Steve could see her ass twitch against his cock. His prick was swollen, his cock-head rigid. Steve concentrated, making every stroke count.
Tom was talking to her, but she didn't answer. She just grunted, their hard thrusts gouging their pricks through both her warm, bubbly pussy-slit and her tight ass. Shuddering excitedly, she reached out, her orgasms seconds away.
Tom's lips on her mouth gnawed, his giant cock digging through the damp, hot recesses of her cunt, dredging for more cream. They fucked her until both her fuck-holes were soaked.
The air seemed to vibrate. Orgasms fluttered into Candice's body, and she absorbed its warm glow. Their cock-thrusts deepened. She dwelled in her seizing orgasm, her climax growing stronger now. Another strong wave of charges trembled her body.
Candice lurched forward onto Tom's cockshaft and trembled fitfully. She lay on her side, twitching, huffing in a delirium.
Steve was grunting, the wrinkled opening of her ass clenched tight around the bulky width of his cock. His cock was beginning to drip onto her ass. He pulled her toward him steadily, thumbs holding her ass open.
Somewhere off in her distant mind, Candice heard Tom and Steve coming. She swayed, dizzy now.
Steve's cock was blasting. He gripped her ass, snapping forward. Holding her hips, he pushed her along his cock-shaft, his cock-head spearing through her wrinkled shitter. His jism came rushing out. As her ass-cheeks closed around his cock-shaft, he ruptured in a heated sweat. His climax was feverish, and he arched forward and smashed his cock into her gripping asshole. A strong spurt of come sizzled out of his bloated prick-shaft.
Steve flooded her ass with jism, watching his prick split her open. His climax roared through him like an alarm. Long years of wishing he could have someone as beautiful as Candice seeped through him. Instantly alert, he blasted her asshole.
Grimacing, his jism exploding out of him, Steve watched Candice twist in ecstasy. His body straightened with a jerk and he bent forward, his hand sliding across her ass-cheeks. He tried to see what he was doing and fit his entire cock-shaft into her wet ass-crack. He came in a whizzing blur. He fucked deep, then spurted again.
Steve thrust his cock in her ass, squirting deep, thumbs pressing her ass-cheeks apart. Both strong cocks delved into her body, unloading their gooey jism. Steve and Tom turned her once-cool, unrumpled exterior into a blazing fire.
Overheated and coming, Candice humped between them with graceful movements, rocking from side to side. In a heated tremor, Candice slid her ass back to Steve's prick, and he slid inside her asshole to the root, his groin colliding with her ass-meat. She came thudding back.
With seething jism rushing through his cockshaft, Steve snapped her ass back and forth on his cock, his prick stiff, aching. With a wrench of his body, he came in a fury, exploding in her ass for the last time, his strength waning.
* * *
It was a cloudless night. From the hotel window, the moon was on the horizon, glittering on the skipping waves. Alec searched the beach with his eyes, found the glittering flames of a bonfire. His eyes suddenly stopped at an image of several fingers moving around on a blanket. They looked like they were fucking a girl on the beach. His mind jumped. It looked like Candice! he thought. The next second, he bolted out of the room.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tall, dark shadows slanted from the remaining two young men still coming in Candice. They didn't see Alec approach in the dark.
A rustling noise awakened Teddie's attention.
"Hey, let's get the hell out of here," Teddie said. "Steve! It's her husband! Tom! Get the hell up!"
They grabbed their clothes and scampered off in the other direction. Candice rolled onto her back and was jabbed by Alec's feet. He jabbed his shoes into the side of her naked body and leaning over his naked wife, he swiped his hand through her tangled mess of curls on her head.
She winced. A hateful glare gleamed through his stiff anger. Candice saw it on his face, in his eyes. Fear clutched at her stomach. She stayed on her back. It was too late to grab her clothes now.
"Fucking whore!" Alec spat, glaring down at her glistening, wet thighs and her marred flesh where the young men had left reddish blotches on her skin. He felt a hammering ache in his balls. Alec stripped off his slacks. A quick burst of movement dropped Alec to the blanket. His groin fell with a crashing thrust into Candice's quivering stomach, then he stopped.
Their eyes met for a long, dazed moment. Alec felt the heat of his passion rising, his cock thickening when he looked at his wife's gorgeous face. He wondered if anyone was around now, watching him, if anyone could see them, if the four horny guys would come back for more. The mere thought of them hardened his cock-shaft and stirred his blood.
He pumped his way through his wife's wet pussy. Never before had he felt so hot, so much passion. Lust sizzled through him, through his steel-hard cock-shaft. Gazing down at his wife, he gave her a series of hard-smashing thrusts.
Alec was coming wildly above Candice's dazed body, with thoughts of three naked cocks plundering his wife. He wondered if she had taken their cocks one at a time, or had all three fucked her at once. Hacking away at her, his jism blazed a trail through her tight, clenching pussy, his prick jerking with a forward thrust.
His thoughts staggered. He was coming like never before. His piss-hole opened wide. His gleaming jizz streamed out of his cock. Vigorous thrusts moved his body, his brain overloaded with thoughts of rigid pricks, his jizz sizzling out of his cockshaft.
Her heart practically stopped when she felt the weight of his body and saw his passion. Candice moaned deliriously underneath him, taking the brunt of his heavy thrust.
His prick pounded like solid steel, thrusting through her wet pussy-slit, through the greasy, narrow, meaty opening of her cunt. Her pussymuscles were grasping his cock-shaft, urging the come out of him, her tight cunt-muscles clamping to his cock.
Alec's prick was heavy with come, and he humped with ferocious speed. Jism rippled through his cock-shaft, his body lurching, his humping lunges unleashing a power. He combined speed with his quick thrusts, his vision blinded by lust. Candice was humping him back with wide-open eyes.
Alec jammed his prick into his wife with a forward thrust that practically drained his balls in one forward lunge. He groaned, scowled, muttering something about the horny young men.
He pounded brutally, and when his cock reached the bottom of her cunt, he was exploding with flaming passion until his prick staggered to a dead halt.
"I'm not done with you yet!" Alec said. His fingers digging through her hair, Alec began kissing her all over her face, then went to her neck. Gently, he held her head back, his lips gliding down her neck, his hand going to her plump tits.
Tenderly he kissed her, his hand moving slowly over her bulging tit-mounds. Her hot panting blew in his ear.
"You nearly scared me to death," he said, "Seeing you with them."
Alec moved down her body, his lips gliding over her soft, bulging tits, coming in contact with her hard nipples. He spent some time on each nip, his hand squeezing her pliant tit-meat with rhythmic contractions. He squeezed her mounds of fleshy tit-meat and left a trail of kisses around each rose-colored nipple.
Candice's body wiggled, her long, tapered fingers weaving through Alec's hair. She felt the shuddering warmth of his mouth and affectionate lips as she lay smoldering. Her fingers curled around her husband's head as his lips settled on her pussy-slit.
"There's something I got to tell you." Alec said, stretching her legs apart. Agony seeped into Candice. Leftover passion from the young men was still there. Her cunt glistened with liquid cream, the reddened flesh of her cunt-slit oozing around her puffy pussy-folds.
Candice moved with a slight jerk. Her legs widened and she arched her body for more.
"I spotted you from the hotel window," he said.
Candice raised her naked ass from the blanket, whimpering for more of his tongue. "You saw?"
Alec's tongue came in contact with the sizzling, hot juice of her cunt. He knew what he was doing when his tongue swiped inside her cunt and scurried around her juice-coated cunt folds. He couldn't stop himself. He burrowed his face between her wet cunt-lips, savoring the taste of his wife's delicious cream and the foreign taste of jizz that was clogging her pussyhole. "Seeing you like that was a fabulous surprise."
Candice was aching. She strained underneath him.
"I know about the others," he said simply.
She looked into his face, searching. Her nerves were already quivering. She continued to stare, instinctively keeping silent.
Deliriously, Alec dug his tongue deeper, swallowing her savory sauce. With both thumbs, he split her cunt-lips open and lost himself in his gorgeous wife's cunt.
The naked young men plagued him. He grasped at his thumping prick that was bulging at full length. Every muscle in his body tensed and hardened. His mind was ridden with the memory of the young men that had fucked his wife. "I know about the two men who raped you in the hotel, Teddie, and the rest of them. I set them up!"
All her senses screamed with alarm, then muffled, quiet coming from within.
Alec laughed. "I arranged the others. You managed without too much difficulty, I see!"
"You know all about them?" In a flash, Candice's jaw dropped open as she tried to hide her disbelief, then her panic. She never expected to laugh. "You pervert. You fabulous pervert!"
He paused deliberately coolly looking at his sweet wife. When he came up for air, he skirted around her wet cunt-slit with the tip of his tongue. Passion knotted at his rigid prick, with a gripping passion that wouldn't let him go.
He watched his wife gently hump along his darting tongue. The hair of her cunt was soggy wet, her pussy-slit partly open and dripping with sauce that he knew wasn't hers alone. He couldn't believe that they had fucked her, and he couldn't believe what he was doing. With a long series of swallows, he drank in her saucy cream.
Candice's hips jumped. The insides of her cunt contracted rhythmically. She was empty and aching. Alec's slippery tongue darted along the outside of her puffy cunt as passion inflamed the outer folds of her hungry pussy. His tongue overloaded her, making her thrive on his tonguing licks.
He squeezed his mouth harder on her juice filled cunt while he burned with raging lust. For a moment, he lingered on her puffed-out cunt folds to feel the heat of her cunt, then licked his tongue all the way inside her pussy without warning. He thrust his tongue inside her and felt his wife shudder passionately.
She angled her cunt for more of his thrusting tongue, the bottom half of her body rocking. She squirmed her cunt onto his mouth, cradling his head. With a rapid flutter, his tongue came out and skipped around to tease her. Her hips jumped. A giant ache grabbed at her. In the cool, night breeze, under the full moon, Candice was dying to come.
Having seen the three young men ignited something within Alec. His prick bulged, hard as steel. The heat of her cunt and dripping juice seeped out from her pussy-lips, his stroking tongue blending them with his drooling spit. The flames in his balls tightened and churned the jizz in his balls. He pressed his mouth to her cunt.
Alec looked up at her. She was moaning in wonderful relief. Never had she responded to him like that. She lay shaking, sleek and vulnerable. He had never realized he could give her that much pleasure.
He bent to return to her cunt, and licked her greedily, grabbing her legs, her ass, feeling what he could. His cock was rigid. His prick throbbed beneath him. Passion tortured him-the passion to ram his cock where his tongue was delving.
Candice was coming off. She moaned, "Jesus ... hon...."
He sucked harder, and her shuddering body arched. Orgasms raced through her, and she was aware of his tongue all over her wet cunt. Time after time, sensational orgasms crashed over her while her husband tongued her in a continuous flurry of passion.
Face-down in the sand and drinking from Candice's delectable cunt, Alec's hands clutched her shaking body, her entire body rocking. Knowing his cock was seeping and about to rupture, he kept his wife in the dizzy heights, drinking in the sweat and cream of her climax. He'd fuck her when she was done coming, he thought. For now, he was drowning in her ocean of juice and her chaotic pleasure.
Her eyelids batted in a rapid flutter and beneath the cloudless, dark sky, she quivered excitedly. With a sudden twist of her body, she had her husband's tongue lodged in her pussy, and she stretched for more. She lifted up for his digging tongue-thrusts and climaxed in a flurry of heat.
Her hips kept humping up from the blanket, her pussy pouring sizzling, hot juice. She felt Alec's hands clutch her hips, then stroke her legs while she orgasmed.
Passion juice flooded his mouth, his tongue fucking her creamy cunt. He waited for her orgasms to settle, waiting for the right moment. She crashed against his mouth at the same time his tongue darted inside.
She sprang upward, begging for more of his thrusting tongue. Her syrupy cunt tasted sweet, his tongue coated with her sticky sauce. Every deep thrust of his tongue gave her pleasure, while orgasms sizzled through her limbs. He weathered her violence and drank her thick, liquid pussy-juice.
"You fabulous pervert! All the guilt I suffered...."
"No more guilt ... because I'll be with you next time!" Alec moaned. With vigorous thrusts, he tongued her, caressing her silky skin. He gripped his wife, seized her shaking body. Clutching her in his firm grip, he held her tight.
She was disoriented, her eyelids flickering. Her hips sprang forward. Through her dulled brain, she could hear the crashing waves in the distance. Her cunt spilled over with dripping cream, the crack of her pink pussy-slit oozing with pussy-sauce.
As she climaxed, her eyes fluttering wildly, the sky hovering above her seemed closer and the sound of the drifting waves seemed farther away. She was drifting and knew where she was ... on a faraway island ... on her honeymoon.
CHAPTER NINE
Candice leaned back on her arms, her large, rosy nipples and the moist hair of her cunt wetter than the rest of her luscious, tanned body. They had just returned from a swim, her skin beaded from the refreshing ocean water. Alec, Candice, and Teddie had taken a dip behind Teddie's beach house, the lifeguard's hangout.
Alec laughed with a deep growling sound when he told Teddie another nasty joke and replaced his brandy. They all settled on the giant blanket. The sand dunes kept them in seclusion, Candice twisted beneath the bright sun and drew in another breath of the ocean wind as it rustled over her naked skin.
With graceful movements of her slender legs, she cracked her legs wider, letting Alec caress her with his slow, easy moves. She sighed, refreshed from the fuck Teddie had already given her. The breeze whooshed passed them. Her elbows digging behind her into the blanket and sand, she let the sound of the surf overshadow the men talking.
"What are you doing?" she asked, interrupting them.
She threw her head back and leaned on her elbows, shuddered with a tremendous amount of pleasure. Passion of an unusual kind soared from her feet to the top of her head. She was filled with clamoring thoughts of how she and Alec would be spending their honeymoon-on the sun-drenched beaches of the small island, fucking.
She took a sideways glance at Alec who was returning to his brandy for a short gulp. Alec had a hard-on that was throbbing from the root to his bulbous, veiny cock-head.
Alec turned for a second to look toward a man approaching their hide-away. The man was of average height, a perfect muscular build, and had gleaming, light hair. His shirt and slacks clashed with his bare feet. He didn't look like one of the lifeguards. Alec stared hard at the man's face, wondering if he were friend or foe.
"Hey, Ted, I thought I'd come over ... excuse me! Didn't realize...." The man stopped in mid-stride to look at Candice who was naked, gorgeous and fucking hot.
"It's okay, Sammy. Candice doesn't mind," Teddie said, then said to Alec. "Does she?"
Alec handed Sammy a brandy. "Join us."
Sammy's mind reeled. Candice looked like she was built for fun. He watched her stir her plump, rosy nipples and the moistened hair of her pussy-slit glistened. Sammy began to burn with his own heat.
Leaning back on her arms in a faint arch, Candice moved her legs slightly, shifting her ass on the blanket, and drew in another breath of the ocean wind.
"Have we met?" she asked in her sultry voice.
"You're about to," Alec told her. "Sam, show her what you got."
Sammy shifted closer, began unfastening his clothes, and moved on her.
Candice strained underneath him, his tough, brawny frame hovering above her. His mouth pressing, Candice fumbled with his clothes. At the sight of his bloated cock-shaft, she moved her legs apart with a slight jerk, whimpered softly, the head of his overgrown cock touching the sticky sauce of her oozing cunt-lips. She could feel his cock-head dip into the tight entrance of her pussy, and she was aching to feel his delicious, stabbing pain.
"You lost no time in spreading your legs," Sammy said, "did you?"
His body lowered over hers. With a merciless grip, he flung her back against the sand, his hands grinding around her skin, touching every part of her. She was silky soft. With a threatening leer on his face, Sammy fucked her pussy.
She gasped. He took another stroke of her cunt with the intent to drive her ass into the ground. Gripping her, he halted.
Candice stifled a gasp. His face in front of her loomed closer. He bit down on her lips and lingered there. A humming groan emerged from their tangled lips. He dropped onto her stomach and lunged with pounding strength. He was waiting for his climax, and with a control that amazed her.
He timed his strokes, his ass snapping, tossing his prick into her. He faced her while they pumped, their stares catching. He tackled her with straight pumps, leaning over.
He aimed for the juiciest part of her cunt, continuing to stroke evenly and rough. Candice's passion rocketed.
"You coming?" she asked tightly.
"No, I haven't even begun!" he groaned.
What he said made her insides quail. His stroking cock was unbearable, superior. She murmured, "I swear, you look like you're coming!"
"Like hell I am! You'll know it when I blast you!"
She was staring at him, her vision fading, her body in shock. She heard Alec and Teddie talk while Sammy fucked her.
"You're going to come with me," Sammy said flatly. An assault of hard thrusts had her gasping again. Her sighs had risen to a high note, the gushes that came from her all choked.
"What's the matter?" he asked with a hoarse breath, prepared to keep her gasping.
"Oh, nothing!"
She sighed faintly. Her breath went out in one strangled gasp. His fuck-strokes whirled around in her mind. Her body sprang up. His strokes were so wild, for several seconds, she just couldn't take it. So distraught she was, she had to battle to keep her passion back.
Her body was still reverberating from his crashing prick. Then very slowly, he ground out of her cunt, and pushed back inside with such a force she lost her balance. Passion wavered through her.
"You all right?" he asked, with an aloofness.
"I...." Her passion increased at the furious look he flung at her. She braced for her climax.
"You could ... make me come?" she asked, her voice trailing off.
"Don't you want me to?" Sammy said, looking her over.
"You could h-have me ... coming," she said, and stopped moving her hips for a minute, soaking up the feel of his cock grinding through her.
His hands went to her, clutched her head and he pulled her to him. Her arms were still around him, his hands on the back of her head. Gasping, her eyes open, she knew she was coming.
On impulse, Sammy broke his even pace. Candice's mind scampered as she heard Alec's voice comment on Sammy's pumps. That alone made her eyes widen slightly.
Sammy was deliberately harsh. His narrow eyes flicked over her smooth, satiny skin. She was luscious, he thought. His brain was clogged with her and his face took on a taut line. He braced for his climax. His lips tightened on hers.
"Awng...." Candice moaned. Orgasms wavered through her.
Sammy heaved against the luscious woman underneath him, finding his climax, then exploded. Jism spurted in heavy streams. His lips tightened on hers. She was clinging to him, her body swaying to his thrusts. Orgasms overwhelmed her.
He snapped explosively, mastering his pace. In spite of his furious attack, he pressed his body closer and fitted his lips to hers. Her arms came up and around him. Bodies stuck together, they could hear Alec and Teddie groaning with them. His bulky prick let loose with another heaving load of come. Gobs of jism splashed into Candice's gooey cunt.
His wet cock steered through her juicy pussyslit, his jism throbbing out of him. Pulsing squirts heaved into her body.
Sammy was pulling his cock out of her, then with a look of fierce fury, he pumped into her with another draining load. A groan escaped him. Jism spurted into her cunt, drenching her with the sticky cream. The mere power of his prick sent waves of orgasms through her. Her climax intensified.
She flicked her eyes open while the stranger roughly fucked her cunt with his spewing cock. She moaned softly, her climax trailing.
Sammy groaned, savoring the taste of her sweet mouth and lips. With each passing second, his cock was draining. His bloated prick-shaft still rupturing the last strains of jism, he kept thrusting until he emptied.
Alec leaned over his wife when Sammy lifted up.
Candice grabbed Alec's shoulders, clutching him to her. Their honeymoon wasn't ruined after all, she thought. They had found something together, had shared something very special. She clung to him. Like Alec had promised, their honeymoon would be heaven.
"I apologize for not telling you about the others," Alec said. He sprang on her, steering his prick into her cunt. "Thinking of another?"
"You wouldn't!"
Candice was flung back to the blanket while Alec fucked her with scraping stabs. She churned inwardly, Alec's stabbing cock-shaft bulging with power and strength.
"You better reserve your strength," Alec said, when another man appeared. Candice's mind went round and round. Passion consumed her.
"Meet Craig Johnson," Teddie called out, "a friend of mine, and he has just arrived to ask if you two need any help!"
Awkwardly, Candace pumped. A warmth of panic swept over her.
"This isn't...." she stammered, wilting under the thought of taking on-another man.
Alec's eyes twinkled. "Proof. That I'm in love with you."
