Doris Does it

 

Doris felt him slip his hard dick along her ass cleft. Her groin was still sticky with his more then generous ejaculate that he'd pumped into her so liberally just a few hours past. It was still dark. Doris seductively lifted her right leg, encouraging Linus to enter and take her. His warm hands cupped her jutting boobs just the way she liked it. "Hmmmmm! Give it to me lover boy! Show me what you want!"

At the moment he snuck in, she lunged back, insuring that every bit of his dick was engulfed. It was honeymoon in Malibu. The second day was even more exciting than the first. They still hadn't bothered to try out the beach. The brand new couple had only partaken of one meal and several drinks to sustain them on an almost non-stop amorous adventure.

Doris was sore but it was a pleasant sting. Her liquids quickly juiced up in response to that hot shaft that burrowed remorselessly into her rimming, clenching cunt. "Ooooo! Linus! Linus! Fuck it! God! You are so horny! I just love it!"

Doris was breathing harder. The blood was racing through her body, flushing her unseen face. Her hair was a messy tangle. The tips of her tits were bruised and red from his rough pinching and previous teething. Even her ass hole was hot and raw from the pounding he'd been giving that once her cunt had been properly attended to.

They were celebrating their recent union. The wedding had been quick. Only a few friends and close relatives had been there. They hadn't even bothered with a reception. All Linus and Doris cared about was getting onto the damned jet and jetting to the California beach home he'd rented for the month. Doris had been so itchy for his cock that she'd practically attacked him the moment the door to their bungalow was closed. They hadn't made it to the bed. Her need was so urgent that he'd had to fuck her very vigorously on the living room floor first, just to slake her lust. Eventually they proceeded to the bedroom. Then it was free for all fucking!

However, it wasn't just the marriage they were celebrating. The missile crisis had been put to rest, at least for the time being. It was with relief and a new faith in the future that the newlyweds went at it hip and thigh.

"Give it to me fuck boy!" The uninhibited blonde practically begged him to plow her even harder. She felt him swell. She felt his dick twitch and spasm that hot wetness that told her he needed her cunt.

"God you feel good, Doris. You are the right choice. You're the best I've ever had."

Doris purred, "Cumming from you, that's high praise. There's only one little problem."

"What's that?" Linus was clearly perplexed.

She giggled. "You came to quick. I need more."

"You are insatiable! God! What a wench!"

"Absolutely, darling! So don't you dare try to get out of there. "She tickled his balls, determined to keep him pleasantly rigid inside her., Doris was prepared to suck him with her finest deep throat techniques if she had to. It might be some ungodly hour of the night, but she didn't care and she suspected that he didn't either. "Do you want me on top?" She asked with steamy seduction in her husky voice.

"Hmmmmm! That would be nice. Let me put the light on so I can watch."

"Beast!" She smirked.

The light went on and there she was. Her eyes shimmered in the sudden light, homing in on his appreciative gaze. "Like what you see, you male slut?"

He was already reentering her with his partially revived dick. For reply, he started suckling on her breasts which bobbed from the swaying and down thrusting of her lovely body. "Ooooo! Linus! Linus! Fuck that baby into my cunt! I want it all month you love toy!"

He gripped her hips harder and lunched on her swelling tits. His cock felt on fire from the urgent wet warmth of her cramping sheath. She was eager. She was hot! It seemed to him that the more he drilled her pretty pink pussy, the more she wanted it. She didn't even bother to put on a nighty or anything else. Even when they wolfed down a quick meal, Doris made sure that he got a great view of her runny pussy and her bruised breasts. Even a slow, romantic kiss quickly led to some sizzling coupling.

At last he spoke. "I bet I know what you'd like."

"Hmmmmm! What 's that baby?"

"Why don't we fuck on the beach?"

"You're so naughty! What if someone saw us?"

"Hey, it's a private beach and we're on our honeymoon. If we do it at night, I think we're safe as long as you don't scream to loud."

"You'll have to keep that very naughty cock stuck in my mouth if you expect me to keep quiet. Maybe they'll think it's a sea gull screeching when you make me cum."

A glint came into his eye. "You wanna try?"

She gasped with the effort of urging another climax from her boiling cunt. "OK, bad boy! First, I gotta get off!"

She hadn't meant removing her person from his dick. She sped up her plunging, gripping his shaft with her inflamed vagina. "Oh fuck! Fuck! Yes! Oh Linus! Make me cum! Fuck it up my twat! Yes! Yyyyeeessss! Ooooooo! Uuuuuggghhhhh!"

***

The sand was cool in the pre-dawn setting. The swishing of gentle waves tendered a relaxing sound while Doris and Linus writhed together in yet another romp. The sand was great. Linus was able to mold it in just the right way so Doris's lovely head was given perfect support while her rump was raised just right to insure the deepest penetration possible. She eagerly sucked on his mouth and darting tongue, trying to keep the noise down by smothering her cries with his kiss. His hands were everywhere as usual. After Doris's tumultuous orgasm in the bedroom, he'd held himself erect and saved his spunk for this new adventure.

"This is great, Darling!" He eventually spoke when Doris had to come up for air. He emphasized the double point he was making by sharpening the thrust into her squirming hole. "That's the way Doris! Work my cock, you superb slut! Only very dirty girls fuck around in the sand!"

She growled with passion. Her stomach was suddenly bursting with another shock of joy. "Shut up and fuck me! Harder! Put it to me, stud!"

She recaptured his mouth and strained hard on his cock, willing him to drain his nuts into her churning fuck hole. "Cum in my cunt! Do me! Yes! God! Yes! Yes! You're squirting me you hot pig! Yes!"

He couldn't hold back. Between her bawdy lingo and her wild pussy motions, his cock had no choice. It had to relieve that tingling itch and spurt cum into her depths. Again and again, his seed erupted right into her as the flitting sea birds sang and the tide crept closer.

When they were finished, they ran into the water, bare from head to toe. The salty sea cleansed them and the world was new for them. It was like a rebirth as their lively bodies swirled through the surf, proving that love was the true religion of mankind.

***

Mildred Ballister was on her second cup of coffee. Production of Pip was set to begin at full swing in just ten days. A million dollars was a lot of money to pay the German geek. She'd also had to come up with patent fees, lawyer fees and contract settlement costs to make sure that her competitor could have no possible future claims. She smacked her lips. "Pip is mine!"

The intercom buzzed. "What is it now, Julie?"

The secretarial voice replied in the normally tinny tone. "Three men from the feds are here to speak with you. Shall I let them in?"

Mildred wondered what it was about. Her practical, no nonsense mind quickly determined that the only way to find out was to find out. "Send them in."

A few moments later, three very serious looking men were ushered in. They approached the ornate desk. She motioned for them to sit. "So what's your business?"

Gray suit spoke first. "I'm Bradley from the FDA. We understand you are about to develop a new product called PIP? Is that correct?"

"Before I answer any questions, may I see your credentials?"

Brown suit extended three sets of documents and his own FBI badge. "I'm Roger Thurston from the FBI. I think you'll find our collective credentials in order. We have some very grave issues to discuss with you."

She examined the paperwork and the badge. She was getting a bad feeling about all this. Everything appeared to be official. "I am a bit surprised you have even heard about PIP. That information is not public knowledge. It is in fact, quite privileged. I would certainly like to know how you know?"

Bradley spoke up. "We are the ones asking the questions Misses Ballister. Are you aware that this product known as PIP has not been properly tested by the FDA?"

Mildred frowned. "I have the proper patents and besides, my lawyers assure me that everything is quite legal."

Blue suit finally broke in. "Oh, it is, as far as it goes. The patents are in good order. No other person or entity can sell that product. However, in order for this product to be sold to the general public, it must be first tested by the Food and Drug Administration to insure this new product does not contain any harmful toxins or ingredients pertaining to human consumption."

Mildred felt a bit more nervous. "But that might take years!"

Blue suit smiled at her. "Very perceptive of you, Misses Ballister. I'm Fred Slaney, a prominent government lawyer. I've been investigating this entire episode ever since we were notified about this improper attempt to market an unqualified product."

"I don't understand. Why is the FBI interested in all this?"

Bradley flicked an imaginary speck from his gray lapel. "I was brought into this case because an alleged Nazi war criminal may have been instrumental in developing the design of this potentially dangerous product. Don't bother to call him. We've already sequestered this disgusting fascist vermin. If you fully cooperate with us, I can pretty much guaranty there will be no charges laid against you. However, PIP will be confiscated by the FDA and just between you and me, PIP will probably never be permitted to be marketed. Some of our top people have carefully checked the formula shown on the patent and consider it to be far too unstable. What we require from you are those documents concerning this item along with any information you may have on this German professor."

Mildred uncharacteristically sank back in her chair. "What was Gerbils supposed to have done?"

"If he is who we think he is, he assisted doctor Mengella in some exceptionally hideous experiments during the holocaust."

"I don't have very much on him, but I'll gladly give you what I've got. I didn't know he was from that crowd. I hope you give him the chair."

Bradley gave her a cool grin. His eyes became shark like. "We can do worse than that. We just might extradite his ass to Israel."

Mildred took another swallow from the coffee. "What about the money I've already invested in this product? I acted in good faith!"

"We can return the patent fees because the government will be basically preventing Pip from ever being used. Obviously any money invested will be eligible for the usual corporate tax deductions and we've been authorized to grant you a special tax credit to help defray some of that expense. I have the paperwork from the IRS with me and you and your lawyers are more than welcome to examine it. You may be able to get some funds back from your competitor if you can prove that they were aware of the possible illegalities involved with this product. Any money that professor Gerbils collected from you will be returned to both you and the other advertising agency based upon each company's contribution. However, certain governmental expenses will be deducted from that sum. It's all in a file we have brought with us. "He looked at the lawyer. Blue suit opened a large briefcase and handed a thick file to Mildred who by now was beside herself with barely controlled rage. She said nothing as the dossier was placed in her shaking hands.

Bradley continued. "This is your copy. A similar document will be presented to the other company for similar review."

Mildred at last stood up. "This is outrageous! I've been a loyal supporter of the Republican Party for decades! I've paid my taxes not only on time but usually ahead of time! I'll be speaking with my congressman about this! As far as Gerbils goes, as I said, I'll give you all that I have on that slug. Now please....get out!"

***

Doris was giggling with sheer glee when Linus finally told her about his nasty little trick. "You did what? You actually reported it to the FBI? Oh darling! You wicked bastard! I love it! You're gonna give mama bitch one bad fucking day!"

They were lying side by side on the predictably cum sullied bed. Her cunt was oozing his seed and her body was still slick with sweat. "I would have given a million dollars to see her face when the feds lowered the boom on that supercilious bitch! You are one wicked fucker, Linus! I wish I'd thought of that. It's downright diabolical! It's sadistically cruel! It's great!"

He moved his finger along the curve of her breast and gently pinched the stiff nipple. "So my sweet young wife, do I get a reward for my wonderful achievement?"

Her laugh was husky. "You bet your sweet ass, baby. Your hot blonde sweetie pie has a nice, wet, sloppy cunt just aching to fuck that big cock of yours. After all, I need to give you a proper reward for your invaluable service. When you finish satisfying my itchy pussy, my tiny asshole needs some attention to. The poor little thing feels neglected and I just bet my sweet bippy you wouldn't want that, buster. Would you?"

He quickly sank back into her lush warmth. "We can't have that, Darling. You let that little bum-hole know that it will soon be getting a mammoth work out, OK?"

She gasped from his vicious, deep thrust. "Yes! She'll be waiting! Oh god! Linus! Fuck me! Just fuck me!"