Chapter 6
In the week they'd spent at the resort, Jim and Joanna had made a few friends and come to recognize several faces. They went out at night with two other couples and the new friendships added another kind of fun to their trip.
Along with their new acquaintances, the Daniels at least said hello to several other people. And still others, who they did not see frequently enough to speak to, caught their attention as being familiar. Many were waiters and maids from the hotel who they later saw at the beach or in the bars. Being friendly folks, Jim and Joanna always smiled at these young people, not wanting them to think they were not appreciated.
During the day, when they lounged on the beach, the warm sun baking away all their cares and concerns, Jim had come to look for one person in particular. He'd learned when to expect her there on the soft sand and he looked forward to it and made sure that he and his wife-whatever else they might have planned to do during the day-were there in position when she came down to the shore.
He didn't know her name and he just thought of her as The Girl. He'd noticed her first one night in the bar where she had served them drinks. She was tall and thin and her long, very blonde hair hung down to her waist. Her skin was darkly tanned, and the contrast between the color of her hair and the rich hue of her skin excited Jim. It also reminded him of another little blonde he knew, his daughter, Helen.
Each day he watched and waited for The Girl to come down to the beach. Every day she wore a different colored bathing suit and every day Jim was sure he had never seen her looking more lovely. Her lithe body moved with quiet dignity and her face reflected the beauty of their exotic surroundings.
In the heat of the sun, Jim imagined speaking to her, learning her name and where she lived. They would talk and laugh and share a drink, he was sure, and then he might ask her if she would allow him to kiss her. She would be shy, he thought, but she would tip her head back and offer him her lips. Then, once she felt his touch, she would become wild and beg him to fuck her.
Jim spent a lot of time sunbathing on his belly, his hard-on probing against the sand. His towel was never far away from hers on the beach and he stared at her, his dark glasses hiding his interest.
As much as he wanted to, he never approached The Girl. His life with her was completely a fantasy one, filled with passionate nights and warm, sultry days. They would steal away together and go places where no one could find them. They would fuck naked in the surf, under the palms, and in the soft, fine sand. His head was always filled with images of her and, as then-trip wore on, those images became more and more real.
Each day, Joanna followed her husband down to the beach. It had become a ritual with them. For a couple of hours Jim would be there like a beached whale and stare out into the water. Joanna usually read a book, her towel spread out under an umbrella. Her fair skin couldn't take the sun.
Being away from home had indeed turned out to be a very healthy idea for the woman. She would not allow herself to think of her son in any ways that were not strictly maternal. She contented herself with watching the other young men on the beach and fantasizing about them if she needed to. Bill was no longer allowed to be even an imaginary fuck-partner. And besides, she thought, glancing at her husband, with the way Jim had been fucking her lately, she hardly had time to think about anyone else.
She looked over at him now, seeing that the front of his swimming shorts were again a little tented. Immediately, she felt hot, too. Although they'd fucked this morning before ever coming down to the water, it was obvious that they would be fucking again, very soon, and that was fine with Joanna. The more she fucked with her husband, the less she thought about fucking with her son-and she wanted to be broken of the habit of thinking of Bill that way before they went home. His head facing straight ahead, but his eyes cast slightly to one side, Jim watched The Girl. She was rubbing tanning lotion on her arms and down inside the cups of her bikini. Now and then, he caught a flash of white, vulnerable-looking skin as she rubbed the oil down onto her tits. Then, white hair fanning back on the towel, she settled back down, wiggling to get comfortable in the sand.
His prick thumped and he swallowed hard. Then, curiously, he felt his wife looking at him. Turning toward her, he looked back, and she grinned.
"Man can get arrested for being seen in a public place with a boner like that," she whispered.
Jim looked down at himself. His shorts were straining forward. Embarrassed, he covered his crotch with that morning's newspaper.
Joanna laughed, reaching out with one leg to give the newspaper a flip with her toes.
"I could take care of that for you," she said sexily, her pussy heating up.
Jim looked at The Girl and then back up at his wife. He checked his watch. She would be going in soon, anyway. He grabbed hold of Joanna's small foot and tickled the sole.
"I'm crazy for you, baby!" he said in a silly voice as he tortured his wife's foot with his tickling fingers. "Let us go up to my room and make mad, passionate sex together!"
Joanna wailed and shrieked. Then, when Jim finally turned loose of her foot, she helped him quickly gather up their things and, in a little run, they headed back to the room. Jim looked back at The Girl one more time before they climbed the stairs back to the motel . . .
"God, honey, that's good!" Joanna moaned, wiggling her ass back to meet up with the base of her husband's forward-thrusting prick. "Ummmmmm, ahhhhhh!"
To Jim, his prick felt the size of a jack-hammer and just about as hard. Watching The Girl had turned him into a raving sex maniac and if his wife hadn't agreed to come up to their room for a good fuck, he might have fucked her right there on the beach.
On his knees, Jim sent his prick fucking into the depths of his pretty wife's cunt-hole. Joanna was on her hands and knees in front of him, her ass-cheeks parting slightly to allow his prick to penetrate her pussy doggie-style. His cock was now fucked all the way up inside of her, his prick-head thumping against the inner walls of her juicing cunt.
While he fucked her, Joanna swayed gently from side to side. Her body was completely naked and her tits hung down under her chest like heavy blossoms, ready to be plucked. Her shag-cut hair fell down around her face as she leaned forward. Then it was flipped back out of her eyes as she threw her head back, giving out a little yelp of pleasure as her husband's prick stroked an especially sensitive spot inside of her cunt-tunnel.
"Ummmm!" she moaned, feeling very good inside. "Umm-mmmmm!"
Behind her, Jim returned her cries of pleasure. His prick felt right at home in the warm glove of his wife's cunt-hole and he took full advantage of her familiar interior. His prick trenched her out as he fucked her with long, sure strokes, touching each and every nerve-ending that dotted the length of her writhing cunt-tunnel. He poked his prick-head this way and that, making Joanna jump.
While he fucked his wife, visions of The Girl rolled through the darkness behind his closed eyelids. She was so beautiful, so young and perfect. He imagined stroking her lithe, sinewy body as his hands reached forward and cupped his wife's hanging tit-globes. He pulled the soft orbs up snugly against her chest and then rolled the hardened nipples around with his strong but sweaty fingers.
Joanna moaned and Jim heard the voice of The Girl. His wife's familiar figure dissolved in his hands now and he held The Girl, held the thin, tanned blonde of his dreams, and fed her all the cock-meat she could stand.
His prick made Joanna grunt as he fucked into her with great force. She couldn't remember when she had last seen her husband this horny. He'd been pretty hot for her all during their trip, but this afternoon his passion was incredible. She braced herself on her stiffened arms and bounced back against him, driving his cock as far up inside of her cunt as nature would allow.
Jim's hand worked around the soft flesh of his wife's tits, caressing and massaging them. To him, they felt young and firm, perky and pointy. They were the tits of a young girl, a girl who was just barely a woman. He used his wife's tits for leverage to allow himself to fuck her harder, deeper, with more urgency than ever before.
The girl wiggled around and Jim moved with her. She lowered the front of her body down on the bed and Jim let go of her tits. Her new position sent her ass up into the air and put a new kind of pressure on his fucking prick. He leaned back away from her, leaving just the head of his prick inside of her pussy. For a few seconds he waited, not moving his prick around inside of her cunt at all. Then, as he had known she would, The girl grew hot and impatient and she thrust herself back on his prick, fucking herself on his rigid prick-shaft.
"Yeahhh!" Jim sighed, his prick enveloped by her fine, tight pussy.
Joanna didn't know that she was not the woman her husband was fucking. She did not understand that the fuck he was giving her was a substitute for what he really wanted to do. All Joanna did know was that her husband was giving her one of the most spirited fucks that they had shared in years. Satisfied with that, she didn't look for any kind of reason. It didn't matter why he was fucking her this way. She only hoped he kept it up.
Tightening her stomach muscles, Joanna reared back and stood up on her knees. Her cunt shifted around her husband's ever-fucking prick-shaft and she wiggled back down on it. He fucked right on up into her now and her back bounced against his hairy, sweaty chest.
Jim spread his knees apart slightly to keep his balance. Then he grabbed The Girl around the middle, running his hands up and down the strong-muscled front of her body. He felt the taut muscles of her belly and then again fingered the pert mounds of her tits. Then his hands ventured down toward her crotch and he massaged the hollows of her thighs, his fingers tangling in the blonde, silky cunt-hair there.
Her pussy was very wet. Jim could feel that with his cock and now with his fingers, as well. The girl was very juicy, her pussy cooking up quite a helping of delicious-smelling juices. His cock was basted in them, his prick-shaft nearly sloshing around inside of her.
The change in the image in his imagination was subtle at first, and Jim barely noticed it. But, as he continued to fuck his fantasy woman, she began to change. First she got younger and her hair a little shorter. Her figure became less voluptuous and her face more familiar. Holding her around the waist and sliding her up and down the shaft of his prick, Jim kept her moving, not really noticing the full impact of her transformation.
Joanna reached back behind her husband and grabbed hold of his ass-cheeks. Tugging hard, she pulled him deeper into her, making his prick-tip seek out new depths of her cunt-hole. Her passion spurred her on, making her act shamelessly. Her husband had not fucked her like this for so long she'd forgotten how to act, and now she was behaving more lasciviously than ever before.
Again flopping forward, taking Jim's prick with her, Joanna enjoyed the straight hard fucking of her husband's prick. His cock never felt so long as it did when they fucked in this position, and for that reason it was one of her favorites. She shimmied back against him, moving with his rhythm to keep his prick moving nicely through the tunnel of her cunt.
Jim's fingers squished into the pliant meat of his wife's ass, but in his mind's eye he was feeling the tight ass-flesh of a teenager. His fingers opened up the little pink hole that his cock fucked into and he gazed down into the hot-pink flesh there. It was brightly colored and slightly milky with pussy-cream. Hotter than ever, he thrust his hips forward and buried his prick back into the steamy darkness.
His prick throbbed, gripped very tightly by this girl's young flesh. Her tender pussy-muscles rippled all around the many inches of his hard-on and he felt their motions right down to his very soul. His prick throbbed hotly. It had been a long time since his cock had had the pleasure of losing itself in something as sweet and delicious as the pussy it now fucked.
"Baby, baby, baby . . . " Jim mumbled, leaning forward and resting against the curved back in front of him. "Ahhhh, fuck it out sweetie, come on. "
Joanna's arms wobbled as she held herself and part of her husband's weight up, too. His chest was warm and sticky as he rested it against her, fucking her now with short, choppy thrusts that barely moved his deeply embedded prick-shaft around inside of her cunt. But, because she was already completely filled with his cock-meat, the length of his fucking strokes was unimportant. His prick filled her and thrilled her and she could feel the wonder of orgasm tightening up somewhere inside of her.
She pushed back tightly against him, rolling her hips and twisting her cunt around the shaft of his prick. Her cunt was stretched open very wide, snapping around the base of his cock. His balls bounced and rolled against the lower cheeks of her ass and she rolled her eyes skyward, loving the feeling of being thoroughly and completely fucked.
Jim wrapped his arms around her slender waist, hugging her while his prick lolled about inside of her pussy. He barely fucked her now. He knew that they were communicating on a level that was above fucking. Their love-making had gone beyond the mere physical. This fuck was something very special.
"Ahhh, baby, way to goooo!" he sighed, his face nuzzling the back of her golden head.
Joanna liked the way his prick was stirring around inside of her, but she needed more than that to bring her off. She began fucking him, since it didn't seem like he was going to do her the favor. She surged forward in his grip and thumped herself back against his hairy groin.
Immediately she heard his breathing start to quicken. His pants of lust were like music to her ears and they turned her on almost as much as the sensations she got from fucking her husband did. Her cunt gobbled up his prick time and again and then let it slither back out into the open, leaving it gleaming with a fine, erotic glaze. Her pussy fucked back and forth, taking and releasing his prick-shaft.
Jim's insides quivered and cooked. She was bringing him very close to orgasm with her sexy gyrations. His body was flushed with the heat of lust. He let go of her with his arms and straightened back up, standing tall on his knees, his prick buried inside the hot, tight cunt of this teenaged girl.
Joanna finally gasped and tripped into her orgasm. She clamped her lips shut, keeping all of her cries of passion to herself. They echoed off the inside of her skull and her whole body rocked with their mind-bending intensity.
Even if she didn't say anything, Jim felt her climax. The walls of her cunt pounded around his prick with a meaning that was unmistakable. Thrilled that he could still make someone so young and beautiful come that hard, Jim felt his prick explode with a passion of its own.
He gulped in a mouthful of air and then held it, keeping his cries of lust a secret. The only sound he heard was her name as it rang around and around in his head, getting louder with each pulsation of his prick. White clots of jizz rocketed out of his prick, jetting forth in time to the chanting of her name.
Joanna worked with him to make his climax the best it could be. Her cunt overflowed with his cock-cream and she could feel it running down all around her cuntal area. She felt awash with his cock-cream, and it made her feel very sexy.
In his imagination he spoke to her, addressing her and telling her of his love. In reality, his wife shifted around underneath him. Jim moved with the girl, holding her soft body in his strong arms. She looked up at him and smiled, her young face radiant with the ecstasy of their fucking. Jim smoothed back her hair.
"Shhhh, baby, shhh," he said, soothing her. "Shhh, Helen, Daddy's here, shhhhh . . . "