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Flex Appeal
by Stormbringer (no address provided)
***
Black bodybuilder with a huge cock makes two good wives
turn bi-sluts for him. (MFF, d/s, bi, oral, anal, lact,
intr, size)
***
"I love this drive," said Marisa, staring out at the
scenery passing by.
"Me too," added her husband, John. "Here's the big
bridge. Not much longer."
Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the
palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the
Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It was
just on the other side of the bridge. It was quieter
then some of the keys, but close enough to Key West,
they'd only need a short drive for a good meal,
sightseeing, or drinking in Key West's famous bars.
Marisa and John preferred things quieter especially with
a new baby with them and they were looking forward to
seeing John's frat buddies and best friends.
The young red headed wife turned to check on the baby,
peacefully sleeping in the backseat. John had a bag
resting on the floor and she saw several magazines
sticking out of it. She grabbed them both. One magazine
was called Iron Man and the other was Flex. The same
black man was on the cover of both.
The man was a bulging mass of muscles. His skin was as
dark as Marisa's was white and he had referred to her as
the whitest white girl, he'd ever seen. He wasn't an
attractive man normally and even less so when he was
posing, muscles straining, veins bulging across his
forehead, skin oiled and glistening. "Why did you bring
these?" she asked her husband.
"I thought I'd get Flex to sign them. Joking of course,"
replied John.
The bodybuilder was one of John's frat buddies. His name
was Shane, but everyone called him Flex after the
magazine that had given him his first cover and the
current issue was his third time. He had been called
Token at first as he was the only black guy in the
fraternity, but he hadn't cared for that nickname. He
did approve of Flex and told everyone to call him that.
Marisa didn't care for the black man.
He was arrogant and full of himself. He had no problem
flirting with her or any other of his friend's wives. He
drank more then she approved of and usually had pot with
him when he wasn't competing. She'd met him three times
now. The first was at her and John's wedding. Shane was
26 then and dating the woman who would become his second
wife. She was a lovely black girl named Lola.
Lola also competed and looked great when she wasn't
posing which made her look man-ish. Marisa had met her
again a year later when she married Shane and then again
on one of their weekend getaways. Lola was pleasant and
funny, completely smitten with Flex. Her only physical
flaw was her chest was as flat as John's. She was close
to 0% body fat and often commented on how she wished she
had Marisa's breasts. Marisa had always been buxom with
heavy C-cup breasts. Wait until she sees me now, thought
Marisa glancing down at the milk laden DD's she'd had
since having Jack eight months ago.
She was looking forward to seeing Lola again, even if
that met spending a weekend with Shane. Flex was 6'2"
and weighed according to the magazine 320lbs and none of
it was fat. His dark black skin had been a problem for
him. He was African black and when posing always had to
have a light background and plenty of lighting to see
his musculature. His pose on Iron Man was full frontal
and everything was bulging out, it even looked like he
had muscles under the tight crotch hugging dick sack he
was wearing. Jesus, but that was a huge bulge. "What is
that thing under his suit?" she asked staring closely at
the magazine cover.
"Uh... Um," stuttered her husband of four years. "Uh...
don't tell him I told you this, but he stuffs his suit
to make it appear that he has a big bulge. You know what
they say about bodybuilders."
"No, I don't."
"Steroid use makes your dick small and limp, so they
stuff socks in their suits."
"Oh," she replied.
"You don't find that attractive do you?" he asked. John
asked that same question every time she saw Shane. The
huge black man was a manly man and though John and his
other buddy Grant, were both good looking, fit men, they
deferred to Shane as the alpha of the group.
"God no," said Marisa, reassuring her husband. "I don't
know any woman that finds that attractive. Lola being
the exception." Marisa bent her head down closer to the
magazine. It didn't look like Shane stuffed his suit
with socks, she could almost make out the outline of a
penis under the tight material, a really big penis. As
she stared, something dripped on Shane's crotch. The
fluid was a milky white liquid and she watched it spread
out to cover Shane's penis shaped bulge. Marisa glanced
down at her breasts, nipples rock hard, milk appearing
on the tips of each. "Oh god John, I'm leaking. Can you
pull over?"
"We're almost there."
"I know, but my udders are screaming to be milked."
John glanced over at his wife's bosom with appreciation.
Since having Jack, her nipples were hard and ultra
sensitive. The two times they'd made love since Jack was
born, sucking and pinching her nipples had given her a
rare orgasm. Marisa would have been happy having sex
more often, once a week maybe and possibly more, but
John had felt weird about sex since the baby was born
and truthfully even before she'd gotten pregnant his sex
drive was much lower than hers. He'd even seen a doctor
and was told he should start taking testosterone
supplements, though he hadn't gotten around to it yet.
Of course at thirty, he was well past his sexual peak
and Marisa at twenty-seven had a ways to go to reach her
peak.
He glanced over at her breasts again. Her bra had been
driving her crazy where it rubbed her nipples and she
lost it during the first hour of their five hour drive.
All Marisa was wearing over her black shorts was a green
blouse that looked lovely under her red hair. The blouse
was loose and gaped open between buttons and she'd even
undone a couple as if her breasts needed air.
He could see tantalizing glimpses of flesh through the
gaps and it was enough to make his penis stir. She'd be
getting some this weekend. Even if he wasn't in the
mood, it was their fourth anniversary in two days and he
was obligated to perform his husbandly duties.
Her breasts looked like two over inflated balloons under
her top with her normally rose colored nipples now
swollen and angry to a brownish purple. "Hurry, I want
to feed the baby before your friends see us."
John pulled over into one of the private picnic areas
along the beach. Marisa quickly unbuckled and exited the
car to retrieve Jack from the back seat. The baby woke
as she lifted him and true to form, he was hungry.
Marisa sighed with relief as he noisily sucked on her
milk laden breasts. She sat back down beside her husband
and let Jack nurse until he was content.
John's cell buzzed. He checked his messages. "Grant and
Candace have arrived and are waiting at the beach.," he
read. "Candace says the cabins are too small."
"She's always complaining," said Marisa, shaking her
head. Marisa actually liked Grant better than his wife
though she and Candace got along fine. Candace was never
happy with anything, she liked to gossip, and she was a
little too religious for Marisa's taste, though both she
and John dutifully attended church every Sunday. Candace
on the other hand, volunteered at her church, ran
vacation bible school, Sunday school, and was there
three days a week. "I don't know what Grant sees in
her."
John snorted. "She looks like a fucking Victoria's
Secret model!"
"John! The baby!"
"He doesn't know what I'm saying. Besides, the little
bugger's busy."
Marisa looked down at her son, hungrily slurping and as
he so often did while breast feeding, Jack's eyes were
growing lidded, closing, and then her nipple sprang free
as he fell asleep. "Stop staring," she scolded her
husband, feeling his eyes on her breasts. Marisa
buttoned her blouse to hide her breasts from passing
traffic. She gently placed Jack back in the back seat
carrier and buckled him in.
She retrieved her bra from her bag and returned to the
front seat, struggling to put her bra on under her top
and wincing as the material rubbed her sensitive
nipples. She needn't have bothered for when they arrived
at their destination there was no one around the cabins
and John went alone to retrieve their keys from the
office.
Marisa carried Jack into their room while John unloaded
their car. Traveling with a baby had doubled the amount
of luggage they normally took. "For once, I agree with
Candace," said Marisa surveying the small cabin more of
a trailer. The three couples had rented three cabins
near the beach. They weren't much larger then a small
camper. The cabins were circled like wagons with a lawn
between them. There were chairs and cots, plus hibachi
grills in their private courtyard, a picnic table, and a
fire pit.
"This explains why they are so cheap," said John. "I'll
hold Jack and you can go put your swimsuit on."
The only room with a door was the bathroom and that was
just too tiny for her to change in. Marisa retrieved her
bikini from the luggage and started undoing the buttons
on her blouse. She paused when she saw her husband
staring at her with delight. Her pale skin turned
pinkish as she blushed realizing that her needy pussy
might actually get some servicing this weekend. She
almost told him to turn around and would have before the
pregnancy. Since the pregnancy, John had seen some
disgusting things come out of her body and she no longer
felt much shame around him. Instead, she turned to face
him and boldly stripped under his appreciative stare.
John felt like taking his wife then and there, but
unfortunately, Jack was wide awake and gurgling. Marisa
had an odd shaped body and had trouble finding clothes
that fit. In winter, when she wore bulkier clothes, she
looked dumpy, but her true form was revealed the less
clothes she wore and nude she looked glorious. Her waist
wasn't thin, but it was shapely. She'd worked out to
lose her belly fat and her stomach was sexy and mostly
flat. She still carried extra weight in her ass as well
as the increased cup size for her breasts. If anything,
the extra weight had improved her already decent looks.
Her hips were larger then her waist and nearly matched
her bosom. Her crotch was smooth and as white as the
rest of her, but for a small red landing strip. It
looked good enough to eat and he hadn't done that for
her since before they were married nor would he ever
again after watching his son's head come out of there.
John felt the blood leaving his penis at the memory.
"Damn! This is just what I was afraid of," said Marisa,
pulling up her bikini panty. The front hugged her mound
so tightly she was showing a bit of a camel toe. She
turned around and John could see some extra ass flesh
sticking out. "I'm a cow."
"You look great honey, better than I've ever seen you in
the seven years we've known each other.
Marisa smiled gratefully. "The top's going to be worse.
Maybe, I can pick up a suit that fits in Key West?"
Her fears were justified as she tried to squeeze DD cup
breasts into a C cup top. Her breasts stuck out of the
tops, the sides and the bottoms. Even worse, her nipples
had doubled in size during her pregnancy and her areola
were barely contained by the stretched out triangular
cups of her bikini top. She had to stretch out and
adjust the material to hide them. "Not sure why, but
this material doesn't feel as bad on my nipples as my
bra."
"Maybe, you'll just have to wear that bikini all weekend
then."
"You wish." Marisa took Jack from her husband and
watched John get dressed. John was developing a paunch,
but for the most part, he looked great. He was pretty
trim and fit, still as handsome today as when they'd
met. She removed some rubber gloves and disinfectant
from the bag. "I should clean first."
"Later honey," he replied. His wife had developed a
strong nesting instinct during her pregnancy and
insisted on cleaning everything. John kept his shirt
off, grabbed the baby bag, and put some sun screen in
it. Marisa's fair skin didn't tan, it burned and she
always used a lot of sunscreen. "Let's go find Grant."
The young couple walked down towards the beach. Marisa
carrying the baby. There was a boat out in the water
with an older couple getting in the water to snorkel,
but otherwise Grant and Candace were the only two others
on the narrow little beach. "There they are," shouted
Grant rising to his feet. His eyes zoomed in on
Marissa's breasts and widened in amazement. Candace
noticed the improvements to Marisa's figure too and her
eyes narrowed in jealousy. John had just seen his wife
naked and was turning his appreciative gaze on his
friend's wife.
Candace did look like a Victoria's secret model and she
actually did model bikinis and lingerie though the
company she worked for wasn't as prestigious, but
neither was it sleazy in any way. Candace had an
absolutely stunning face and was the best looking woman
any of them had met in person. Her eyes were a bright
blue and her wavy blonde hair fell down her back between
her shoulder blades.
She was curvy, but thin, almost too thin, but that was
what modeling agencies wanted these days. Her breasts
were small B cup mounds, perfect for her figure and like
most models, her skimpy bikini top was tight and pushed
her breasts together creating cleavage. Her bottom was a
thong too and she had no problem showing off her bare
ass. Despite her religiosity, she felt no shame showing
off her sexy body. A silver cross hung from her neck and
sunlight glistened off a diamond stud in her navel.
"Marisa you look fantastic," said Grant.
Candace wrinkled her face, not liking to hear her
husband compliment another woman, but her features
softened when she saw the baby. "Oh this must be Jack.
Can I hold him?"
"Of course," said Marisa, passing her baby off to her
friend. Jack smiled happily in Candace's arms. "You're a
natural. So when are you two going to have a little one
of your own?"
"Not ready to risk my figure yet with my career going so
well," said Candace, looking sadly at the happy baby.
Longing apparent in her eyes. Grant had married younger.
His sexy model wife was only twenty-two, eight years
younger than him. Candace was smart and knew she only
had so many years to capitalize on her looks with a
modeling career and wanted to wait to start a family.
Candace passed the baby back to her.
The two couples heard a motorcycle on the road. The
noise grew loud and louder. It scared Jack a little. He
grew restless in Candace's arms and she gave him back to
Marisa. The motorcycle grew even louder, the noise
coming from their cabins up the sandy trail from the
beach.
John walked halfway down the trail so that he could see
the cabins. "It's the big guy," he called back. "Hey
Flex, down here," he yelled. John walked back to the
beach. "It looks like he's alone," he told the others.
Flex appeared, walking down the trail. He wore black
leather pants and a white tank top that hugged his
massive torso and showed off his muscles while leaving
his arms bare. His large body took up the entire trail
as he approached his frat buddies and their wives, a
broad grin on his face. "Whassup my brothers," he
called.
"What's up, Token," said Grant.
"What was that you called me, Minute-Man?" He turned to
John. "Pencil dick, how's it going?"
"Flex it is," corrected Grant while John flushed with
embarrassment.
"Hoy shit!" said Flex, his eyes falling on John's wife.
"Marisa? You look fucking amazing. John, take your baby
so that I can give your wife a proper greeting." Marisa
reluctantly handed her son over to her husband. Flex
always greeted her with a hug. She hated to admit it,
but she was slightly racist. She didn't believe blacks
were inferior or anything, but she didn't think the
races should mix and didn't like having physical contact
with black men outside of a handshake.
Flex grabbed her hips with his ham-like hands and pulled
her forcefully against his chest. Marisa grinned and
bore it. It was like hugging a brick wall, correction, a
sun heated, sweaty black brick wall. Much to her
embarrassment, her nipples hardened under her top and
pressed against the muscles on Flex's chest.
"What about me?" asked Candace. "Don't I get a greeting
too?"
"Sure thing, babe," said Flex, reluctant to take his
hands off Marisa. One beefy hand was cupping her ass
cheek and the other was holding her against him by the
small of her back.
Marisa was relieved when the giant let her go. She
quickly stepped back out of his arms. "Oh shit!" she
gasped in horror, looking at his shirt.
Flex looked down and saw that she'd left two wet marks
on his white tank top. Her nipples had leaked right
through her bikini top and soaked quarter sized circles
right on the middle abdominal of his bulging six pack.
"I'm so embarrassed," Marisa moaned in horror.
John interrupted. "Marisa suffers from a condition known
as hyper-lactation."
"It means my breasts overproduce milk," she added.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," said Flex magnanimously
while Grant laughed. "It happens." The black bodybuilder
turned to the blonde. He took Candace in a tight embrace
and held her, but his eyes never left Marisa. "Dayumn
Isa, I can't believe how hot you look," he said while
hugging Candace.
"Thanks," replied Marisa, smiling. She didn't like
Flex's intense staring at her scantily clad body, but
she did feel a certain glee that she'd suddenly
relegated Candace down to second best looking woman.
Marisa was certainly pretty, beautiful even, in a girl
next door fashion, but Candace was the gorgeous model
that men stared at. The new mom didn't really like being
the center of attention. Her enjoyment derived from the
knowledge that it was probably driving Candace crazy
being second fiddle and true to form, the lovely blonde
looked unhappy when Flex released her from his embrace.
"Where's Lola?" she asked.
The happy grin left Flex's face. "She left me." The
black giant looked so sad everyone immediately started
feeling bad for him. Marisa even willingly reached out
and rubbed his back in a consoling manner. "She took the
kids and moved out about five weeks ago."
"Oh Shane, I'm so sorry to hear that," said Marisa,
still rubbing his back. She felt bad for the black man
and had been looking forward to seeing Lola again. Shane
had a three year old and a two year old with Lola. He
also had a ten year old and an eight year old with his
first wife and once John had let slip that there were a
couple illegitimate children also.
"Thanks Isa, it's been hard," said Flex, looking sad.
"And that's why I've really been looking forward to this
getaway."
"And we're glad to have you, big guy," added Grant.
The baby stirred and started crying. Marisa checked the
diaper. "Someone needs changing," she cooed. "I'm going
to take Jack back and get out of the sun for awhile.
Come get me when you're ready to go get dinner."
Marisa walked back up the beach to their cabin. She
changed Jack and then put him down. She decided to get a
jump on John, taking a shower and drying her long red
hair. She put her bra on, wincing as the material rubbed
her sensitive nipples and then pulled on a short green
summer dress. Her breasts made the material hang
straight down to her hips, hiding her shape, and
disguising the fact that she was truly hiding a
magnificent body underneath it. She pulled some heeled
sandals on, that made her legs look really good.
She winced as the bra hurt her nipples and finally gave
up, removing the annoying support for her boobs.
Braless, she didn't look too bad, but her dress did hug
her breasts and the outlines of her nipples appeared
from time to time. Then she played with Jack for awhile
waiting for the group to get back. John got back to the
cabin around an hour before sunset, took a quick shower
and they were ready to go. A freshly showered Grant was
waiting in their little courtyard patiently waiting for
Candace who always took the longest to get ready. Flex
hadn't bothered showering or even changing. He was
sitting in a lounge chair, sipping a beer.
"Marisa and I are going to get going," said John. "We
don't won't to miss the sunset on Mallory Square. Meet
us there when you're ready. You want to ride with us,
Flex?"
"No thanks, bro," replied the big black man. "I'll take
the bike just in case I get some pussy tonight."
Marisa crinkled her nose in distaste. She strapped Jack
into his baby seat while John started the car. Soon they
were off to Key West, just a short drive from Big Pine
Key. They found a parking space and John pulled out the
stroller from the trunk. They walked down to Mallory
Square and watched some of the street performers do
their acts for about fifteen minutes before Flex found
them. A short time later, Grant and Candace walked up,
holding hands.
Candace looked great. She wore black shorts, sandals,
and a white tank top that left most of her sexy belly
bare showing off the diamond stud. Marisa couldn't help
noticing that for the rest of the night, most of the
male eyes were once again favoring the blonde model.
John had a fetish for a sexy belly and would have killed
someone to get Marisa to pierce her navel or wear
something to show off her stomach. She felt jealous to
see him taking as many glimpses at his friend's wife's
stomach as he could.
The five friends watched the sun go down and then
hurried off to find a nice restaurant. They all had
seafood. They walked around sightseeing for another hour
before finding a nice quiet bar with an outside deck and
plenty of seating so that they could enjoy a few drinks
and the sights and sounds on Duval Street.
The sounds suddenly grew too loud as nearly two dozen
motorcycles swiftly roared up the street. Marisa watched
them going by, noticing that they were all black men and
wore jackets showing a black panther on the back. The
noise stirred Jack and he started to cry. Marisa picked
him up and started comforting him.
"I'll be right back," said Flex, jumping up. The bikers
had pulled up outside Sloppy Joes. Flex crossed the
street and headed towards the bikers.
"Does he know them?" asked Candace.
Grant and John laughed. John added, "Nope, he's going to
try to score some pot."
"So just cause their black, Flex thinks he can buy some
marijuana from them?" asked Grant. "He's such a racist."
He got chuckles from his friends.
"John, Jack's not going to calm down with all this
noise," said Marisa. "I should take him back."
"Oh! Alright honey. We can get going then," said John,
looking disappointed.
"Nonsense, I can take Jack back to the cabin. You stay
here and catch up with your friends."
"Well, let me walk you back to the car." John and Marisa
stood up. "I'll be right back," he told Grant and
Candace.
Flex passed them on the sidewalk. "Where are you off
to?"
"Marisa's taking the baby back. I'm staying." John
looked guiltily at his wife. He got to have fun while
she was stuck being a mother.
"Cool bro. Things are about to heat up at the club.
Stan, the leader of the Black Panthers says that the
club scene gets hopping in another hour or so." Flex
patted his pocket. "Plus, I scored us some dope."
"I knew it," said John laughing.
It was a short walk to their car. John helped put the
stroller away while Marisa took care of Jack. He kissed
her as she stood in the door of the driver's seat.
Marisa broke the kiss. "John, I don't care how late you
come back, wake me." Marisa wiggled her eyebrows
suggestively so that he got the point. She kissed him
again and soon was on her way, headed off the island.
Marisa was asleep when John got back, but she awoke when
she heard Grant's car pull up. They were all drunk and
loud. She saw her husband stumble as he got out of the
car. Her nipples hardened at the thought that she might
finally get some sex. Her hopes were dashed when Grant
produced three beers out of a cooler and the three
decided to sit around outside talking.
John stumbled in a half hour later. He was wasted off
his ass, but then he usually got that way around his
college friends. He hit something with his foot and
cursed. Marisa winced, but the loud noise didn't wake
Jack. She turned the light on for him and he smiled at
her, his eyes going wide at finding his wife laying on
the small bed wearing nothing but panties. Marisa
climbed to her feet and helped her husband undress. She
got his shirt off and then pushed him down on the bed.
He fell on his back, lifting his hips so that she could
pull his shorts down.
His underwear followed and his penis sprang into view.
It was floppy and limp. She took it in her hand and
tugged on it, massaging his balls. John was half asleep,
looking at her drunkenly. Desperate for some loving,
Marisa took him in her mouth, easily fitting his entire
penis inside her mouth. Finally, it started to respond.
John quickly turned completely hard. She released his
penis and sprang to her feet, pulling her panties down
as fast as she could.
Marisa straddled her husband's legs and grabbed a hold
of his penis. It was a little over six inches long, but
it was thin with a small streamlined head. She'd never
thought of it before, but since Flex had called John a
pencil dick earlier, John's penis really did resemble a
pencil. She lowered her pussy over his pencil... penis,
feeling the small head pushing at the entrance to her
vagina.
Marisa was just about to drop down when Jack started
crying, waking with a loud, hungry wail. "NO!" she
sobbed. Marisa stood up. "Don't you go nowhere," she
told her husband. John just shook his head, stupidly.
Marisa walked over to the baby and picked him up, his
mouth immediately latching onto a nipple. She glanced
over at her husband to find the erection gone and John
fast asleep. She cursed silently. If it wasn't her
husband's lack of interest, it was the baby that always
got in the way of her getting laid.
Marisa sat down on the couch and let Jack feed. If
things didn't change soon, she was going to take things
into her own hands and buy a dildo or something. The
sounds of lovemaking that started coming from next door
did little to improve her mood. "Come on Grant," said
Candace's voice. "That's it baby fuck me. Give it to me.
NO! Slow down. Not yet, honey. Please? Just hold it
still. OH DAMN!"
The sounds stopped entirely and Marisa suddenly had a
good idea of why Flex called Grant, Minute Man. Well at
least their sex life wasn't perfect either.
Her magic breasts did their job and put Jack back to
sleep. She was laying him back down in the crib when she
heard Flex's motorcycle. She walked over to the window.
The large black man walked up to the courtyard and sat
down in one of the chairs. She had half expected to see
some bimbo on the back of his bike, but he was alone.
Flex rolled a joint and leaned back in the chair,
smoking it and staring up at the stars. Marisa went back
to her husband and struggled to pull him higher up in
the bed. She half heatedly played with his dick again,
but it remained limp. Frustrated, the young wife crawled
into bed beside her husband and went to sleep.
***
Grant and John each held one handle of the cooler as
they carried it down to the beach. "I got that," yelled
Flex. The black man was already shirtless and wearing
long baggy shorts that nearly reached his knees. "I'll
be drinking most of it anyway." He grabbed the cooler
and tucked it under one muscular arm. "Wimps," he said.
John was carrying a bag filled with snorkeling
equipment. He dropped it at a spot near the water.
Marisa came up beside him and placed the baby carrier in
the shade of a palm tree noticing some lizards scurry
off. She spread a blanket out on the sand and sat down
in it. Candace sat down beside her while Grant spread
out a blanket beside theirs.
Candace was already wearing her bikini and was perfectly
content to wear that and nothing else all day until they
went out at night. Grant had his shirt off and was
wearing a bathing suit with flip flops. He was a good
looking guy with sandy brown hair and a nice physique.
John was wearing his suit too, but kept his shirt on to
protect his fair skin. Candace poured some tanning
lotion in her hand and started coating her lovely skin
with it. Grant did the same as did John.
Marisa stood up and pulled her shapeless sundress over
her head. When it cleared her head, see saw there were
three pairs of male eyes on her body. John was smiling
proudly while Grant seemed to be taking in her entire
sexy body. Flex had just zoned in on her breasts and
true to form, her nipples were semi-erect and apparent
through the material. Worse, there was some leakage and
little wet dots were spreading out in the center of her
bikini top. They actually hardened more under all the
male gazes.
Candace noticed the attention on the other woman and
didn't like it. "You guys want to hear about my latest
modeling gig?"
"Maybe later dear," said her husband. "John and I want
to get some snorkeling in."
Candace frowned as her attempt to become the center of
attention failed. "Well, I'll tell Marisa then."
Great, thought Marisa, boring stories about Candace
traveling around, modeling, meeting semi-famous
celebrities, and attending cocktail parties.
"I was in Bermuda last week at a cocktail party after
the beach photo shoot when and you won't believe who I
saw..."
"Any of you girls want to oil me up?" asked Flex.
Marisa looked at his black skin and hard bulging
muscles. She didn't even like the big man's hugging her
and she certainly didn't want to run her hands all over
his body. She turned away from him and checked on Jack.
He was awake, so she took him out to let him crawl on
the blanket for awhile. "I'll do it," said Candace. The
thin blonde jumped up and Flex tossed her a bottle of
lotion.
Marisa tried not to watch, but she found herself staring
as Candace ran her hands all over Flex's chest. He held
his arms out, making those biceps that had graced a half
dozen magazine covers already. His biceps might nearly
be as big as Candace's waist. How could she stand
touching a black guy? Candace didn't seem to mind at
all. It wasn't sexual either. Candace was just one
gorgeous model helping out another model.
The blonde was very white, though she tanned easily and
was already turning darker. She wasn't as white as
Marisa's pale skin, but still Marisa stared at the
contrast on Candace's white body superimposed before the
hulking dark black skinned man. Other than for a few
strategically placed strips of cloth, Candace was all
but completely nude. Her bare ass was facing Marisa, now
the blonde was behind the giant black man, her perky
breasts pressing into his back as she ran her slick
hands up his back. Marisa's eyes roamed down to the
black man's baggy shorts.
A long tubular object caused the material to bulge out
as it swung between his legs. The end nearly reached the
black man's knees and the bottom of his long beach
shorts. That outline certainly didn't look like he
stuffed his pants with socks! It appeared to get bigger
under her gaze and Marisa quickly took her eyes off it.
She looked up to find Shane was staring at her even as
Candace finished coating his body with lotion. Marisa
looked away with embarrassment, hoping he didn't think
she was trying to check out his junk.
Candace sat back down while the three men went into the
water. Grant and John waded far out and then started
swimming with their masks on, breathing through their
snorkels. Flex wasn't much of a swimmer, but he liked
the water. He waded out up to his thighs and watched the
two white husbands swim around.
"So, I heard you having a little fun last night," said
Marisa.
Candace rolled over on her stomach and untied her top.
"Damn! You heard all that? Not much privacy this
weekend. Hope we didn't disturb you."
"Didn't last long enough to disturb me," replied Marisa.
"Kiss my ass, Marisa," replied Candace, sitting up. She
was facing the water where Marisa was laying on her back
facing the other direction. "I didn't hear anything
coming from your cabin except for Jack crying."
"Sorry. Sorry. I said that without thinking. Truth is a
few minutes is better than nothing at all."
"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to snap. Grant's a horny
devil and we have sex almost every night, but dear god
does he lack stamina. Just as I'm starting to get into
it, he grunts, fills his condom, and rolls over with a
smile on his face."
"Have you tried maybe doubling up on the condoms?"
"We've tried everything. Girlfriend, if it wasn't for my
dildo, I'd go crazy. Why just the other night..."
"I've only had sex several times since Jack was born,"
interrupted Marisa, shutting Candace up. Clearly Candace
was getting something off her chest and she had a
tendency to make everything about herself.
"John's never had a high sex drive even before I got
pregnant, but since the baby was born it's fallen to
almost nothing and to make matters worse I took hormone
injections to help me get pregnant and they've made me
horny all the time."
"Girl, I'm gonna get you a dildo. Trust me, the thing
works wonders for relieving stress. I tried everything,
praying, speaking with my pastor, and a marriage
councilor. The marriage councilor recommended some
marital aids and increasing the amount of foreplay we
do, but Grant has never been much for giving, though he
enjoys receiving."
"Too much information."
"Sorry, I've been wanting a friend to talk to about this
for a long time. I tried to talk to Lola, but apparently
Flex is some kind of horse hung superman of sex and she
couldn't empathize."
Bah! If he was so good, why'd she leave him? John told
me steroids made his dick small and he stuffs his pants
with socks."
"Ha ha ha!" laughed Candace. "John's insecure. Both our
husbands walked in on Flex having sex back in their frat
house. Grant told me how hung Flex was the day I met the
big black lug. Lola told me Flex's penis was like a
black iron bar more than a foot long."
"BULL! But, speaking of Lola," said Marisa sitting up.
"I should send her a quick message." Marisa reached out
for her bag and cell phone. She flipped open the phone
and briefly glanced up. Their husbands were still
swimming, but Flex was standing watching the women. "No
man has a foot long p..." Marisa couldn't help noticing
the large tubular bulge pressing against his swimsuit. A
foot must be an exaggeration, but it was definitely big.
"The big guy's eyeballing us."
"I know. I've been watching him through my sunglasses."
Candace arched her back, her breasts lifting off the
ground.
"CANDACE! You just flashed him."
"No harm teasing him a little."
"Is that the way a good church going girl should
behave?"
Candace chuckled, pretending to adjust herself and then
settled down on her stomach again. "Tie my top for me."
Candace leaned over and tied Candace's bikini top.
Candace then rolled over. "When you do what I do, you
get used to showing skin. I'd be nude if it were legal.
Besides, you're one to talk, you aren't covering up much
in that skimpy thing."
Marisa blushed which tended to turn everything from her
chest up red. "I kind of outgrew my bikini."
She peeked at the big black man standing down by the
river. He was still staring, but it wasn't Candace he
was looking at and Marisa couldn't tell if he'd even
noticed her little show. He was staring at Marisa.
Marisa glanced down at her bottoms.
She was sitting up with her knees bent and legs spread.
She could see the entire outline of her labia through
the tight bikini bottom. She quickly closed her legs in
horror. Marisa turned around, not wanting to look at
him, but presenting her ass to the black man and giving
him another good beaver shot. She lowered herself down
to the blanket, front first, her ass the last to slide
down. She sent a quick message off to Lola: Sorry to
hear about you and Shane. Wish you were here.
It wasn't long thereafter, Jack woke up hungry. Marisa
sat up and picked her son up, covering her breasts with
a towel as he started feeding. "Damn it!" she
complained.
Candace glanced down and saw Marisa remove her hand from
under the towel. It was covered with milk.
"Jack got bad aim or something?"
"No, he's happily sucking. It's my condition. Sometimes
when he starts sucking the other nipple shoots out
milk."
"What exactly is hyper-lactation?"
"My body produces more milk then my baby needs. It
sometimes leaks or sprays a lot," explained Marisa.
Candace nodded her head in understanding. "Sometimes
Jack can't keep up with it and other times he gets so
much, he's gassy all the time."
"How did you get it?"
"Every woman has milk producing glands called Alveoli.
Each breast has around 100,000 to 300,000 glands. Larger
breasts have more glands. Apparently I have 400,000 to
500,000." Candace whistled. "I know," said Marisa. "I
took hormone injections to get pregnant and they appear
to have my breasts working overtime producing milk in
addition to making me horny all the time."
"I guess that can get pretty messy, huh?"
"Messy and embarrassing. They leak and squirt all the
time. It started before Jack was born and I had to go
out on maternity leave from the law firm early. The men
there had a pool going on how long it would take my
breasts to start leaking after I got to work. They soak
through everything, pads, bras, sweaters. It doesn't
matter. It's horrible."
"I'm sorry honey," said Candace, putting her arm around
the breast feeding mom.
"And to top it all off, John's the one with the low
sperm count and I'm the one that had to take the hormone
injections. Now my nipples are ultra sensitive, I'm
horny all the time and John's been acting weird since
the baby was born. I never should have let him watch me
give birth."
"There there honey. Everything will work out fine."
Candace looked up. Here come the boys."
Grant and John came back up to dry off and eat a snack.
Grant looked uncomfortable and turned his back on the
breast feeding woman even though he couldn't see
anything. "Where's Flex?" asked Candace.
"He saw some girls in bikinis down the beach and walked
down to meet them. Looked like jailbait to me,"
responded Grant.
Jack was soon full and happily asleep. Marisa laid him
down and then fixed her bikini top. She took the towel
off and then adjusted the bikini cups to cover her
nipples a little better. She stood up and started
applying liberal doses of sunscreen to her fair skin
again. Soon her body was slick and glistening in the
sunlight. "Well Jack should be out for awhile. Candace,
if you can keep an eye on him, I think I'll take a walk
down the beach. John want to come with me?"
"Aww, sorry honey. We saw a baby manta ray by a group of
coral and I wanted to take the underwater camera out to
see if I could get a picture."
"Fine. I'll go alone then." Marisa walked down to the
water and set off down the beach. She wished John had
come along with her, they didn't get much time alone
since Jack was born. A smile slowly spread across her
face. She didn't get much time alone period. This was
nice. It was quiet, mostly private, sunny and warm with
a lovely view. The beach wasn't crowded, but she did
pass an RV pulled over with a pair of married seniors.
The husband glanced at her, then did a double take,
pausing to stare at her body.
The wife didn't notice and Marisa gave him a friendly
wave. Suddenly, her private little walk was ruined when
a humongous black figure stood up from where he was
sitting under some palm trees. "Flex?" she asked,
curious. "What are you doing out here?" She noticed the
straining bulge under his swimwear and tried not to
stare, but it was hard not to look at something so
obvious. Though to be fair, he was staring full on at
her breasts and she knew the exercise probably had made
her nipples leak.
"Just had to get away," he said, shaking his head while
holding his face down.
"Oh Shane," said Marisa. She fought her distaste and
reached out to touch the black man on his bicep. It was
hard and smooth. "Are you missing Lola?"
"Yes," he sobbed. Flex then surprised her. Her quickly
wrapped his huge arms around her and pulled her body
hard against his. It was like hitting a brick wall. Her
soft supple body pressing against him. Her heavy breasts
mashed against his hard abdominals. Marisa turned her
face with distaste away from his body. Her cheek pressed
against the chest of the much taller black man. She
could feel her oily body slippery against his sweaty
skin. His hard bulge pressed into her stomach. "It's
hard watching you with John and Grant with Candy and not
think of my time with Lola. I miss her so much."
"I'm sorry, Shane," said Marisa, trying to extricate
herself from the black man's strong embrace. His bulge
was pressing into her and appeared to be growing. She
began to wonder if it might be true about his penis
being more than a foot long. It was a monster. The head
was pushing into her belly button and it felt as big as
a golf ball. It was flexing as if it wanted release from
his swim trunks. She was able to back her bottom half
away from it a little.
"That's your fault you know," he said, finally releasing
her.
Marisa stepped back. Rubbing against him had messed up
her bikini cup and dislodged part of her areola. Her
nipples were engorged and leaking. One had nearly sprung
free of her bikini top. She adjusted her cups trying to
hide her embarrassment. "What's my fault?'
"That," said Flex, pointing down at his crotch. Her eyes
followed his fingers down to the straining material.
"You made my cock hard, teasing me back there on the
beach."
"I did that?" Marisa couldn't take her eyes off it.
The way you were teasing me Marisa. I haven't had sex in
a month. I miss my wife and then you have to go teasing
me with that hot body of yours. I never thought you
could be so cruel."
"I- I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I'd never do
anything like that."
"My big black cock is so swollen it hurts. What am I
going to do about it?"
"I don't know. Go take care of it. That's what men do,
right?" Not only were her nipples rock hard, but Marisa
began to realize her crotch was getting a little moist.
She didn't like Flex, nor did she find his over muscled
torso attractive, but it had been so long for her, that
his attention was making her aroused.
"I haven't done that since I was a teen. Now you done
gone and made my cock all big and hard. It hurts Marisa.
My balls are so swollen with sperm they're fucking
killing me. Now I ask again, what am I going to do about
it?"
Marissa shrugged unable to take her eyes off his bulge.
"I don't know, go ride into Key West and look for a
woman. Why are you asking me? I can't help."
"I need relief now and I am asking you, since this is
your fault. What are you going to do about it?"
He wasn't asking what she thought he was asking, was he?
"Ah... what can I do?"
"Go back into the mangroves with me and take care of it
for me."
"Shane! How dare you even ask such a thing. I'm married
to one of your best friends." Just the thought was wrong
on so many levels. She was married, a new mom, he was
John's friend, he was black. "I'm going back." In a
huff, she turned to leave.
"Wait!" he called, anxiously and Marissa stopped,
looking at him over her shoulder. "If you won't fuck me,
then how about a blow job?"
"No!" she exclaimed. God, he was so crude.
"Come on Marisa, a blow job ain't cheating. Everyone
knows that."
"I said no, now leave me alone."
"A hand job then."
Marisa stopped again. "What does that mean? You want me
to jerk you off?" She didn't even like touching his
black skin and he was asking her to stroke off his
penis.
"Yes. That's it. That's all I want. Just give me a hand
job and I'll leave you alone. Please Marisa, my cock
needs to get off so bad it hurts." He waited until she
turned to stare at him, her eyes going to his swim
trunks. He grabbed his bulge and he could see her eyes
widen in disbelief at his size. "Please."
In a strange way, she felt connected to Flex at that
moment. Her breasts were swollen and they'd start to
ache if they didn't get relief. Maybe, Shane's penis was
the same way? "If I do this, you'll shut up."
"I promise."
Marisa stared down at his bulge, looking even more
swollen where he was squeezing the base through his
shorts. Why was she even considering this? It had been
so long since John had begged her for sex or since she'd
even seen his penis get hard with desire for her. John
loved her, but between work and the baby, he was just
too tired. God, she didn't even like this man. But, she
couldn't take her eyes off his bulge and the truth hit
her. She wanted to see his penis. Or, more specifically,
she wanted to see his big black cock. She wanted to see
it truly were a huge steel rod more than a foot long.
"Alright, I'll do it," she heard a voice that sounded
like hers say.
"Great. Come on let's get off the beach." Flex reached
for her hand.
"No, not here and only this one time and don't you dare
tell anyone about this."
"I promise, baby. Now where? Wanna meet me at the
cabin?"
"No, too dangerous we'll get caught. Meet me on the
trail to the cabins from the beach. Tell the others you
saw me and I'm enjoying my walk. I'll cut across the
island and meet you there."
"Alright," said the big black man. "And Marissa?"
"What?"
"Hurry up." He turned and started jogging up the beach.
"Fuck! What did I just agree to," she said to herself.
Marisa cut across the island like she said she would.
She didn't even like touching Shane's black skin and
she'd just promised to jerk his cock off. She had a
solution to that problem. He wouldn't like it, but she
wasn't about to give him any choice. Her entire walk
back to her cabin, Marisa pictured herself holding a
foot long black cock in her hand. The last time, she'd
held John's penis, it had been all floppy as she
furiously tried to get him excited enough to get hard.
She arrived at her cabin and entered it. Marisa moved
over to her cleaning supplies and retrieved her solution
to the skin on skin problem she found so distasteful.
She had an entire box of blue rubber gloves, she used
for cleaning. She withdrew a pair, as well as a bottle
of baby oil and then she thought a blanket might be a
good idea. As she exited her cabin, she saw Flex
approaching, a broad grin across his face. "I was
worried you might chicken out," he said.
"I considered it, but I said I would do it and I will.
Consider this your lucky day. There are some rules
though. Where to?"
"Follow me. There's a private sandy area just off the
main trail and we can keep an eye on any others in our
group walking past."
"What did you tell them?" she asked, following him.
"I said that I saw you walking and you were going to be
a while. Then I told them, that I had to go take a
shit."
"Classy." Marisa followed the large black man down the
trail almost to the point where she could make out
Candace laying on the beach. Flex then slipped between
two bushes and disappeared. She followed him into a
sandy area that was so perfect for a little private
fling, she wasn't surprised when she saw an old used
condom laying off to the side half buried in the pebbly
sand.
Marisa tossed the blanket out on the sand. Flex noticed
the blue latex gloves. "What are those for?" he asked.
"I don't want to touch your thingy or get any of your
semen on my hand, so I'm going to wear gloves."
"Seriously?"
"I wear gloves and give you a hand job or no gloves and
the deal's off," she told him. Flex just held up his
hands in mock surrender. "Glad you agree. This is also a
onetime deal. It won't happen again. It's not happening
now. It never happened in the first place and we won't
ever speak of it. Agreed?" She waited for him to nod
before continuing. "And if you ever tell anyone about
this, I'll kill you. Understand?"
"Just get on with it," said Flex, reaching down to the
waistband of his swimsuit and yanking them down.
Marisa involuntarily flinched expecting some big black
snake to rear out and strike at her, but she quickly
recovered. Flex wasn't even naked under his swimsuit. He
was wearing the tight crotch hugging Speedo that he wore
when posing for weight lifting magazines. His enormous
cock was straining to break free of the tight material.
"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Take it
out."
"You take it out."
"Fine." Marisa shook her head in exasperation. She
kneeled on the blanket and reached down for the gloves.
She was pulling one on while Flex moved in front of her,
his bulging crotch right before her face.
When both gloves were securely on her hands, Marisa
reached up and tentatively moved her hands to the
waistband of his Speedo just like a nurse would when
about to examine a patient. She gingerly pinched the
waistband and pulled it out.
Flex's cock seemed to uncoil a little and his huge cock
head slowly rose up and grew until nearly four inches of
cock was sticking out from the waistband reaching all
the way up to the belly button centered in his hard
muscular stomach. "Wow," she muttered, pulling the
waistband out and down. His cock fell down like a felled
ebon colored redwood tree nearly smacking her on the
nose. Marisa reared her head back and stared at the
monster. "WOW!" she said again, more loudly.
"Like it?" asked Flex.
"No, I don't like it, but it sure is huge!" she gasped,
feeling her heart racing. Flex's cock was magnificent.
It was indeed longer than a foot long and thick too,
probably as big around as her wrist. Not only was his
size impressive, but the whole thing was simply
beautiful. His cock looked like it had been sculpted
from black granite. If it were even possible for a penis
to have muscles, Flex's penis had muscles and as great
and gigantic as it was, it looked almost normal sticking
out from his sculpted body. The head was serpentine and
long, between two and three inches.
The flare was great, probably sticking out another half
inch above the shaft. Shane was a black man's black man,
but his cock was even darker then his skin. It was so
swollen with blood, that his entire cock was nearly
blue-black and even purplish around the large veins
crisscrossing the shaft. Marisa felt her own fluids
begin dripping down her thighs as she stared at it. Her
body responding to some primal instinct. Maybe she did
like it.
"Well, it's not going to jerk itself off," said Flex
impatiently.
"No, I guess it isn't," she muttered. Marisa bent her
head looking for the bottle of baby oil and his cock
head smacked her in the forehead. She reared back from
it, reaching out for the baby oil. The lovely red-headed
wife and new mom flipped the nozzle on the bottle and
poured some into the latex covering her palm.
"You're going to need more than that."
Marisa looked at the big black cock again and nodded in
agreement. She lifted the bottle above the long shaft
and turned it upside down, letting oil fall along his
thick cock like she was squeezing mustard out over a
burnt foot long hot dog. When she felt it was good and
coated with oil, she dropped the bottle and reached out
for the big cock.
Her fingertips brushed his cock head and it leaped,
eager for her touch. Marisa finally wrapped her fingers
around it and began twisting her gloved hand along his
rod, coating every square inch with oil. The thin layer
of latex did little to hide how hard and powerful
Shane's cock was. She could feel every bump, ridge, and
vein along his shaft. She could even feel the heat his
cock was giving off.
Marisa had run her hand along the entire thing and
figured she was ready to get this over with. She was
bringing her other hand up to steady his penis and for
the first time noticed how big his balls were. Her hand
slid down his shaft as she stared at his testicles. They
were sized for both Flex and Flex's cock which is to say
they were huge.
Her hand stopped heading for the base of his shaft and
instead went over to cup his balls. Just one of Flex's
testicles barely fit in her gloved hand. She could cup
John's entire scrotum in one hand. She released it and
went back to stroking the giant black shaft with one
hand while steadying the base with her other hand.
"It's not fair that you get to see me naked and you're
still in that bikini." Flex stepped into his Speedo with
one foot and pushed it down to the sand.
"Bikini stays on, Flex," said Marisa, staring intently
at his cock as her hand slid up and down the long shaft.
It was so perfect, so masculine. Much to her shame, her
arousal grew. Her pussy continued leaking to the point,
her bikini bottoms were soaked and her juices were
leaking through it. Her nipples had been hard for
awhile, but now they began leaking and little wet spots
spread out around her nipples on her bikini top. They
even jetted once, doubling the size of the circles of
wetness on her cups. Marisa had told Flex just a few
minutes ago that this was his lucky day. Now she wasn't
so sure. She was the lucky one. He was doing her the
favor by letting her touch him. It was her privilege.
Marisa's arm began to tire, so she switched and began
stroking him with her left hand. Her knees were digging
into the sand through the blanket and hurting. She
fidgeted trying to get more comfortable. Her left arm
was tiring rapidly. Flex had some amazing stamina. Doubt
started creeping in that she might not be able to get
him off. He was enjoying it at least. Flex would grunt
from time to time and a few times, he'd let out an "Oh
yeah baby, jerk off that big black cock".
She looked up his amazingly defined chest and to his
head. He'd thrown his head back and was looking up at
the sky. He brought his head back down and looked down
at her. Their eyes met and locked. She couldn't look
away. Right then, her only desire was to make sure that
Flex got off. She started using both hands, jerking his
shaft faster and faster using every bit of her strength.
His lips curled up in a wry grin. "Try sucking on it,
that should work."
Marisa broke eye contact and stared at the huge head of
his cock. Her lips parted and she leaned slightly
forwards, but then she came to her senses. "No way,
Flex. I'm your friend's wife, remember?"
"Let me see them titties then. That should help me get
off."
Marisa frowned. His hand was already in her long red
hair, not waiting for permission, he pulled the string
around the back of her neck. Then his hand slid down her
back, touching her skin until it found the string around
her back. He pulled that loose and her top fell to the
blanket.
"Damn Isa, dems some big white titties."
Marisa flushed so much she thought her skin might turn
as red as her hair. Her nipples were as hard as she'd
ever seen them, so big and pointy, her entire areola had
puffed up with them. Her areola had always been a faint
rose color that blended in with her skin, but since her
pregnancy, the nipple itself had turned a darker angry
red. Worse, the sunlight made her red nipples glisten
where her mother's milk was leaking from them. Little
jets of milk shut out suddenly as he gazed on them. She
turned her attention back to his cock and her rapidly
tiring arms.
"Let's lay down."
"Alright," she said, releasing his cock. She sat back on
her ass as Flex sat down on the blanket and laid on his
back. It was a large blanket, but Flex was so tall, most
of his legs were in the sand. She reached over for his
cock without being told to and started stroking him
again. They were positioned in a way that had her
kneeling by his head with her right hip near his head.
Now she was leaning over his stomach, her large
pendulous breasts swinging like udders underneath her.
Her nipples scraped across his hard stomach. Suddenly a
jolt of pleasure shot up from her nipple and coursed
through her entire body. "What are you doing?" she
gasped.
Flex had slid his hand up and cupped her breast,
pinching a nipple. "Gotta let me play with these. It'll
get me off faster."
"Oh god!" she muttered, trying not to moan. She couldn't
bring herself to tell him to stop, it felt too good. His
hand was kneading the tip of her breast. Damn! He was
milking her. She could feel her milk laden breast squirt
some fluid into the palm of his hand. His hand
disappeared and she heard a sucking sound. He was
tasting her mother's milk! She didn't even let John do
that.
Flex leaned on his side a little so that he was facing
her body. The hand returned only this time, it found the
back of her thigh. Marisa summoned her strength and
started jerking him off faster, desperate to get him
off. His strong black hand slid up her nearly bare ass
cheek. It found the string across her hips and she felt
him pinch the knot. "Panties stay on!" she gasped,
moving her hands faster. She glanced back. His dark
black hand moved from her panties to her sides, down her
ass and thigh. The contrast against her white skin was
exciting. She felt stupid for putting the latex gloves
on, but at least she wasn't actually touching his giant
penis.
His hand worked around the back of her leg to her
interior thigh. He could feel her wetness now and she
flushed again with embarrassment. Cum dammit! She
thought, trying to will his cock to explode. She
trembled in lustful shock when his finger pushed against
her bikini bottom. The tip teased her, slowly working
its way up and down her wet slit. Marisa couldn't help
herself. Her mind tried to pull away from that teasing
finger, but her body pushed back into it and the tip of
his finger pushed her bikini bottom inside her needy
pussy about half an inch. She was so horny. This time
Marisa moaned and sucked her lower lip into her mouth in
an attempt to stifle it. She switched hands again. Was
it her imagination or was his cock swelling larger?
Marisa started humping the black man's finger much to
her shame. He pulled it back and for a brief moment, she
felt he might be showing her some sympathy, but he was
only working his finger into edge of her panty bottom.
His free hand squeezed her breast again, pinching her
nipple just as the finger in her crotch slid past her
bikini bottom and pushed deep in her wet pussy. It slid
up to the knuckle with a loud squishing sound. "Damn,
Marisa, your pussy is like a furnace." She had the bare
fingers of a black man in her pussy and a a bare black
hand squeezing her breast. It was too much for Marisa.
She gasped and came all over his finger.
He pulled it back, but immediately replaced it with two
fingers. He started finger fucking her. Her orgasm had
been the first in months. Marisa's mouth opened wide as
she moaned in absolute pleasure. His finger fucking
forced her head down, right over his hard cock head. She
tried to pull back, but he pinched her nipple hard again
and she kept her mouth open as he started bucking his
hips. The big round head of his cock kept working its
way in and out of her mouth, pushing against the back of
her throat. Marisa pushed her head down over it
willingly now, thanking him for the orgasm. The huge
cock felt like it might explode at any moment and it
did. Flex bellowed and his hot cum started pouring down
this married mom's throat.
Marisa didn't even like physically touching him and now
his penis was ejaculating sperm down her throat. She
pulled back, her mouth swelling with semen until her
cheeks bulged. She swallowed a load, surprised that his
protein rich sperm didn't taste all that bad. As her
cheeks bulged out a second time and sperm began to
dribble down her chin, his cock head sprang free of her
mouth and she got a blast of hot semen in her face.
She pushed herself up off the blanket, his wildly
spurting cock covering her breasts and chest with yet
more sperm. Cum had coated one of her eyes and she
opened the other. Flex was holding his cock up and it
looked like a long black volcano. Sperm was still
shooting up from it about an inch only to fall back onto
the head to drip down the shaft like hot lava. She could
even fancy that she could see his heavy scrotum jerking
at it pumped out more semen this one time then her
husband had probably cum in his entire life.
Flex had kept his fingers in her pussy and when she had
pulled back, it only served to push them deeper.
She moaned as he worked them in and out. "That was
fantastic Isa. You need to let me repay the favor. Lie
down on the blanket." He pulled his fingers out and slid
off to the side of the blanket.
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked. Marisa moved to
kneel on the blanket.
"I'm gonna eat that white pussy until you cum as hard as
I did." He grabbed one thigh and pushed her back.
"You think my fingers felt good. Wait until my tongue
gets in there. I'll need to take those bottoms off."
Marisa's good eye was wide open. She wanted this. Needed
this. "Alright, go ahead." She rationalized that it
would be safe without her panty as he'd just cum and it
would be a long time before that big cock of his got
hard again.
He grinned at her and used both hands to untie the
strings of her bikini bottoms. "Look at that red haired
pussy," he said as her crotch was revealed. She shaved
it in a long strip, shaving the sides to fit in the
bikini.
Her pussy tended to be quite bushy and the strip from
her clit up to her lower stomach was a healthy patch of
red hair. He positioned her ass on the edge of the
blanket as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs
open. She lay back in the sand. Flex was squatting
between her legs on the rest of the blanket.
He didn't want his wet cock in the sand. Marisa could
see his mighty phallus sticking straight out, dripping
his seed. She was surprised at how large it remained
after cumming. John's tended to shrink pretty fast. Then
Flex's cock disappeared as he lowered it to the blanket,
his head approaching her hairy crotch.
Marisa had never found Flex attractive. She didn't like
African features and Flex looked very African. She
didn't like his dark skin and though she liked fit men,
Flex's bodybuilder's frame looked unnatural to her going
beyond fit. Still, as his ugly face drew closer to her
pussy until she felt his hot breath on her genitals, she
couldn't look away. When the first flick of his tongue
hit her labia, she shuddered and spread her legs wider
for him. The tip of his tongue touched her anus and then
pushed hard against her crotch as he licked up, wiggling
his tongue between the folds of her labia and then
flicking it over her clit.
She moaned loudly when he suddenly sucked her entire
clit between his lips. Flex then attacked her needy
pussy with gusto. Marisa had never felt anything so good
before. He licked and sucked her pussy, sometimes using
his tongue as a cock fucking her with it. Before she
knew it, her belly began undulating downwards as her
hips lifted slightly off the blanket into his thrusting
tongue. An orgasm was growing, getting bigger, her world
exploded as she came all over his mouth.
Flex had kept his promise, but he wasn't done with her
yet. Marisa hadn't completely recovered from her orgasm
when she felt his fingers entering her again. Flex's two
fingers were as big as John's penis, but they felt
better, more flexible and he was moving the tips around
deep in her pussy. His mouth hadn't slackened off
either. He was still teasing her clit, tongue twirling
around it, flickering up and down over it. "Oh god!
Flex, I'm going to cum again!"
Pressure was growing inside her pussy. Marisa was
tensing up, lifting her hips up into his fingers and
mouth. Her hands were on the blanket, squeezing handfuls
of sand through the cloth. Flex let the pressure build
until finally he sucked the entire nub of her clit
between his lips and sucked hard.
"Aaaahhhhh!" screamed Marisa as she came. She was so
loud, passersby on the beach path might have heard her,
but she was beyond caring at that point. She'd never cum
so hard or so powerfully before. Her eyes rolled up in
her head and the pleasure left her dizzy. Her nipples
ached with need as they'd both leaked milk as she came.
Marisa smiled with satisfaction as she recovered. Flex
was still teasing her pussy with his fingers, but now it
was just the tips. His tongue had moved up the side of
her bush, then the top of her bush and over the slight
mound beneath her belly button. His tongue pushed into
her navel just as his fingers left her pussy, his hand
moving through her bush, over her hip and up over her
ribs to grab her left breast and pinch her nipples.
He quit tonguing her belly button, kissed it, and then
proceeded to kiss up the line above her stomach, over
her rib cage and then up her right breast. He planted a
kiss right on her nipple, flickering it with his tongue
before sucking it between his lips just as he had done
with her clitoris. She felt some relief from the
pressure in her breasts as milk emptied through her
nipple into his mouth.
Despite recently having an orgasm, well two actually...
wait, she had three since they'd laid down on the towel.
Marisa came so rarely, that she estimated she'd only had
three orgasms over the last two years and now she'd had
three in less than an hour. The last one had been the
biggest of her life.
Well, despite all that, laying beneath the strong man
with his fingers teasing one nipple and her other nipple
in his mouth had her body getting aroused again. It was
too much for the neglected wife. Marisa caught herself
writhing beneath him, lifting her hips up into him in
the natural act of the female to receive the dominant
male.
Flex's mouth left her nipple and he kissed up her
pendulous breast to her shoulder. Marisa moaned slightly
as his mouth reached her neck. She knew his ugly face
was approaching her mouth to kiss her, but instead of
turning away, she closed her eyes and parted her lips as
his mouth met hers. She tried to pretend it was John
kissing her so passionately, but the only image her mind
could produce was of black muscles, black skin, and
giant spurting black cock.
She didn't resist as his tongue entered her mouth and
her own tongue began dueling with it. Flex arched his
back, his fingers pinching her nipple. His fingers
returned to her pussy, the tips teasing her slit,
growing wet with her arousal, pushing into her, a big
round knob the size of a golf ball parting her labia and
pushing her pussy lips inside, stretching her out like
her insides had never been stretched out before.
Marisa opened her eyes in alarm, then closed them again
when she saw the black man's ugly flat nose before her
face. She kept kissing him even as his cock worked in
and out of her pussy, using her own arousal to lubricate
it before pushing deeper. Any anxiety that she'd felt
knowing they were now fucking disappeared after a few
seconds to be replaced with awe at this man's stamina.
In her limited experience, no man had ever gotten erect
again on the same day let alone within an hour of
cumming once before. She'd never even considered it a
possibility.
She knew that she should push him off, but instead her
legs opened wider for him making it easier for his cock
to go deeper. Her unease had disappeared and now her awe
was fading as her lust grew. There would be no more
thinking, there would only be fucking and she told him
so. "Fug meh," she moaned into his lips.
Flex moved his mouth off hers. "What was that?" he
asked.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"You want me to fuck you with my big black cock," he
said, his lips close to her ear.
"Yes!" she gasped, raising her hips rapidly into his
cock as he held it still.
"As you wish," he replied, adjusting his body directly
over her. He hovered over her, his back bent, strong
hands grabbing the sides of her head. He kissed her
forehead and then began to pump his cock in and out of
her. She'd taken about a third of the long thick shaft
at this point. It wasn't quite as deep in her as John
could go, but the additional thickness made it feel
deeper. Soon it was deeper as each thrust of his cock
sent the head further into her pussy. Soon it was as
deep as her husband had ever been on those days when
John had a good erection. Soon after that, it was in
virgin territory. Marisa wrapped her arms around his
back. Her blue gloved hand's squeezing his back as she
also wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Aarghhh!!" she gasped in pain-pleasure as his cock head
knocked on her cervix. The entrance to her womb was a
weak barrier to the mighty battering ram that was his
black cock. The pain grew as his huge cock head forced
its way into her womb, then disappeared as she orgasmed
for a fourth time that day. From here on out, there was
only pleasure. She leaned up and kissed his hard black
chest, submissively.
Flex bucked his hips hard, slamming his cock rapidly
into her pussy at a pace that would have had most men
cumming within a minute. There was a loud constant
squishing sound each time he buried his cock in her
pussy. Marisa fucked him back as best she could,
clinging to his body and bringing her hips up into each
thrust of his cock. He pounded her to a fifth orgasm and
then a sixth that was as big as the one he'd given her
while going down on her. This was exactly what she had
been needing for over a year now. Finally, her sexual
needs were getting satisfied.
Flex finally slowed, but he was just changing positions.
He pushed himself off her and sat back on his knees. He
cupped his arms under her knees. Marisa looked up at
him, then glanced away.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She turned to look at him. His dark African features
weren't as ugly to her anymore. They were still brutish,
but they were masculine too. He slowly moved his hips
back, his long twelve inch plus cock, slowly slipping
out of her. With a wet, plop, the head sprang free of
her pussy. He pushed his hips forwards and his cock
moved up her crotch and stomach, the head passed her
belly button.
"You wanna keep fucking?" he asked, staring hard at her.
Marisa nodded in reply.
"Then you put it in."
Marisa leaned up, her gloved hand sliding between their
bodies to grab the head. She caressed the knob and then
slid down the shaft. She leaned up further as Flex
pulled his cock back and she could bend it down so that
the head was at the entrance to her pussy.
"Put that black cock where it belongs, Isa." he ordered.
Marisa put the cock head right on her pussy and pulled
on the shaft. "YESSS!" she moaned as the head pushed
back into her.
Inch after inch slid through her hand as his cock pushed
deeper. "YESSS!!!" she moaned again, releasing his shaft
and falling back down on the blanket.
"John ever fuck you this good, Isa?" he asked, leaning
forwards.
"Never," she muttered. Flex's cock head pushed right
through into her womb, easily this time. He held it
still, flexing the muscles and making his cock jerk, but
holding it buried in her.
"This is how a real man fucks," he told her, finally
starting to work his cock a little. "Whose cock do you
like better?"
"Your cock, Flex," she told him truthfully. Minutes ago,
she hadn't wanted to look at him. Now she couldn't take
her eyes off him. His sexy muscles glistened with sweat.
"What kind of cock is it, Isa?"
His eyes bored into hers. Her body shuddered. "Black
cock," she told him. "I love your black cock." Her pussy
suddenly spasmed and her nipples ached as milk leaked
from her swollen nipples. For a moment, she felt she'd
just cum again, but her pussy had only sent a fresh wave
of juices over the mighty black cock sliding in and out
of her pussy.
"Glad you like it," said Flex, lifting her knees higher
until her ass lifted slightly off the blanket. "Your
body's built for big black cock." He started slamming
his cock into her faster.
Marisa felt another orgasm growing. She'd never been
fucked this hard or fast before. John would have cum a
long time ago. She felt a strong urge to touch his
chest. Marisa moved her hands up to his chest, feeling
his hard pectorals beneath her gloves. How ridiculous,
she thought looking at the blue latex. She pulled her
hands back and pulled off the gloves as fast as she
could, tossing them to the side.
She brought her hands back to his chest, the second her
bared flesh touched his chest, the orgasm broke. "Aaagh!
Your black cock's making me cum," she cried.
Marisa slid her hands all over his chest and muscular
arms, through his sweat. How had she ever thought that
this was unattractive. Flex's muscles had muscles,
muscles she'd never heard of. She shuddered with desire
as she stared at her pale white hands against his dark
black skin. There was only one sight she'd ever seen
sexier than her hands running over his chest and upper
arms and that sight was further down his body. Marisa
sat up so that she could stare at the glistening shaft
coming up out of her pussy only to piston back in.
She fancied she could see his large cock head bulging
out her skin as it worked its way deep into her womb.
She stared with fascination at the thrusting black cock
until she felt Flex's hot breath on her face. She turned
her head up to look upon his handsome face before their
lips met and they kissed again as the black man slowly
kept fucking the married white mom. He broke the kiss.
"Who owns this pussy?" he asked.
"You do Flex," she replied, kissing his again. Marisa
gasped and sucked his large lower lip into her mouth as
she came all over his cock. She had lost count of all
the orgasms he'd given her.
Flex broke the kiss and sat back on his legs. His mighty
thews lifted her knees raising her ass even higher. He
began bucking his hips hard. His cock sliding rapidly in
and out of her pussy. "You on the pill?"
"Aaah aah aah! No!" Marisa gasped each time his cock
bottomed out in her pussy. "Aaah! Need to pull out."
"Good," he growled, picking up speed.
Jesus! She was going to cum again and it was going to be
a big one. Marisa's toes curled as the pressure grew.
White drops of milk formed on her nipples, until
rivulets started flowing down onto her breasts. Flex
suddenly buried his cock, the first powerful jet of his
fertile sperm striking the back of her womb.
"NO!" she screamed, realizing that he was cumming in
her. "Pull out!"
His cock spurted a second time and the damn broke. Her
pussy contracted all over the still spurting cock,
pulling his semen deeper inside her. He finally realized
his mistake and began to withdraw his cock with her
pussy muscles milking every inch of the thick shaft for
more of his sperm as he withdrew it.
Marisa missed his cock the moment the fat head cleared
the opening of her pussy. She looked at that dark black
knobby head even as his long urethra opened and spit
another long strand of his seed that struck her chin and
left a trail all the way down to her bushy red pubes. He
thrust his cock up over her belly, ribbons of cum
hitting her face, chest, breasts, and ribs.
Finally, it quit shooting, but sperm continued to pour
from the tip in a white stream that splattered on her
belly and began to form a pool in her navel. She
wondered if there was such a thing as hyper-ejaculation.
If so, Flex suffered from it. "Damn that was great,
Isa," said Flex, rising to his feet. "I've been wanting
to do that since the first time I set eyes on that milky
white skin of yours." He held his hand out. She took it
and he pulled her to her feet.
Yech, she thought looking down at her sperm covered
body. There was so much semen, she prayed that he had
only cum a little in her pussy, but she knew that wasn't
the truth. Even as she wished it so, a stream of his
seed was leaking from her pussy and dripping of her
clit. What wasn't leaking felt like it was trapped in
her womb behind her cervix. "Ass! Why'd you cum in me?"
"What?" he looked hurt. "You told me there was no need
to pull out?"
"I told you, No, you need to pull out."
"Sorry babe, but what's done is done. When can we fuck
again?"
Marisa looked down at his cock, still swollen and huge.
It wasn't proudly sticking up any more, but it was still
hard and sticking a good twelve inches straight out from
his curly black pubic hairs. A large pearl of white
semen had formed around the urethra. In a day of
uncharacteristic behavior, Marisa did one more
uncharacteristic thing. She squatted down and planted
her parted lips right over his cock head, gripping the
base with one hand and squeezing her hand up along the
shaft.
She milked it of the last bit of sperm still stuck in
his shaft and was rewarded with a small squirt of his
seed across her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and
took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue twirl all
around it before pulling back and planting a long kiss
right on the tip. "That was the best ever," she said
looking up at him. "And your cock's amazing."
The head had risen a little and was now angles upwards.
Marisa rose to her feet and looked deep into his brown
eyes. "But this can never happen again. I can't risk
John finding out. It has to be a one shot deal."
"No way," said Flex, smirking at her. "I own this pussy
and I'm gonna have it any time I want."
"Flex, I only said that because you seem to get off on
the dirty talk. This never happened."
Flex suddenly looked over her shoulder at something.
"Isa, turn around."
Marisa turned around. "What?" she asked, not seeing
anything. Flex strong hands came to rest on her
shoulder. Instead of turning her to look at whatever it
was he was seeing, they started applying pressure.
"Flex?' she asked, as her legs gave way and he pushed
her down to her knees. He moved a hand to her back and
pushed her forwards. She caught herself with her hands.
He then grabbed her hips and pulled up until she got on
all fours.
Before Marisa, knew what was happening, his cock was
slipping back in between the folds of her pussy lips.
She moaned, her pussy and his previous deposit of sperm
quickly lubricating his reinvigorated cock. Flex fucked
her hard, pulling her hips back into each thrust of his
cock. "How 'bout this Isa? Is this happening? You glad
I'm fucking you again?"
"Oh god! YES! Keep fucking me Flex. I love your cock."
SMACK! His palm fell hard on one ass cheek, causing her
body to jump and leaving a red mark. "This is what it
means to own a pussy, bitch. I'm gonna fuck this pussy
whenever I want."
Marisa sobbed as she came all over his cock as the
stinging of her ass cheek slowly faded. "Yes Flex, you
can fuck me whenever you want."
SMACK! His palm hit her other ass cheek, but not quite
as hard. "I wasn't asking. I was telling."
Marisa came again after her second spanking. She began
to feel there was something wrong with her. Surely, it
wasn't natural for a woman's body to respond like this?
But then she had never encountered a male with such a
dominant personality before. Flex was certainly popular
with the ladies so others must get off on this just as
much as she was.
Marisa felt one hand leave her hip and she feared he
might be about to correct her again. The hand returned
to her but cheek, but it didn't come down hard to spank
her. It just squeezed a handful of her ass flesh.
Something flickered across her anus. It quickly
returned, pushing down against her rosebud. "Flex?"
"Shut up!" he told her, pushing his thumb against her
anus until it opened and his thumb pushed inside.
Just as her mind registered what was happening and she
thought that this wasn't normal or natural, her body
began to respond to his thrusting cock and the thumb in
her ass. She came again as he pushed his thumb inside
her up to the knuckle. Flex just held his thumb inside
her, pulling her hips into his thrusting cock.
Marisa's strength gave out and her head fell on the
blanket. Her ass staying up and presenting itself to the
male taking her. There was no kissing or foreplay this
time. It was simply a dominant male taking a female for
his pleasure so that he could get off. Luckily, for her
abused pussy, the rapid speed of his thrusting cock had
him cumming quicker than the last time.
He stabbed forward with his cock and once again filled
her womb with a large load of semen. He shot several
more jets of sperm into her womb before pulling his cock
out and letting fly on her back. When he was nearly
done, Flex leaned over her and stroked out a few more
wads into her ass crack.
Marisa moaned with satisfaction. She'd had another
powerful orgasm when he shot his second load inside her.
She'd just cum a lifetimes worth of orgasms in a little
over an hour. She mumbled something.
"What was that?" asked Flex.
"Please fuck me again," she said, pushing herself back
up on all fours.
"Now that's what I'm talking about." Flex pulled his
swim trunks back on. "You're a mess. Better get back to
the cabin and wash yourself off nice and good. I'll go
keep the rest of the gang at the beach for a bit."
He disappeared into the bushes and quickly jogged off.
Marisa weakly rose to her feet. He was right. She was a
mess. He'd marked her well with his seed. She had semen
on her face, chest, breasts, belly, it matted her pubic
hair, covered her thighs and now she had a fresh deposit
sliding down her back. The first load had liquefied and
was runnier. She looked down at the blanket, but it
wouldn't be of any use. Sperm had dripped all over it
and the motions from their fucking had gotten sand all
over it. She didn't have much choice other than to high
tail it back to the shower.
Marisa quickly put her skimpy bikini back on, tying the
strings as fast as she could. She retrieved the bottle
of baby oil and shoved it over her ass cheek between her
bikini bottom. The blanket was a disgusting mess so she
decided to abandon it there leaving it with her latex
gloves and the old condom.
Marisa snuck out down the path to the beach trail. She
looked down to the beach. Candace was lying on her back
on a blanket. Flex was standing over her. He was holding
Jack, rocking her baby in his arms. John and Grant were
still out snorkeling. Marisa hurried up the path to
their trailers and froze when she saw two young men
making their way towards her. She was covered in sperm
and some of it was even starting to dry and flake. She
did the first thing that came to mind as they
approached.
That morning Marisa had found it distasteful to even hug
the strong black man. She had insisted on wearing latex
gloves to jerk him off Now she found herself rubbing his
sperm into her body. She started with the tops of her
breasts and then moved on to the remains of the pool
that had been in her belly. The men froze when they saw
her. Their eyes bulging as they took in the sight of her
hot body in the skimpy bikini. "Hi," she said, trying
not to look guilty. Her hand running up and down her arm
covering her skin with liquefied semen.
"Need any help with that?" asked one of the men, a cocky
grin on his face.
"No thanks," she replied. "I got it covered."
"You sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, a woman as fair skinned as you really needs to
make sure she's well protected," added the other man.
"I could get your back for you?"
Marisa felt a wad of semen slide down her cheek. She
quickly brought her hand up and began rubbing it into
her face. "Mighty nice of you to offer guys, but my
husband's right up on the beach there." She hoped they'd
take the hint. They did.
"Alright then, if you're sure. See ya." said the cocky
one. The two men left.
Marisa turned and practically ran back to their
trailers. She decided to just hop into the outside beach
shower. The hot water hit her body and she began to soap
all the sperm off her. As she lathered up her body, she
wondered what the rest of this weekend might bring. She
closed her eyes, holding her head under the water, her
mind filled with pictures of black muscles and big black
cocks. Her hand slid the soap down between her thighs to
her crotch as she thought of Flex.
***
"Damn! Isa, I still can't get over how good you look,"
said Flex, lifting a beer to his lips and taking a swig.
Marisa blushed as she exited the trailer carrying jack.
The black man's attention made her nipples harden and
she'd forgone wearing a bra. Grant's eyes also fell on
the swollen protuberances beneath the sundress she'd
pulled on. The sundress was pretty and green, looking
good on her with her pale skin and red hair. It also
hugged her form showing off her sexy body where most of
her clothes tended to make her look chubby.
John ogled her too, a smirk on his face showing that he
was pleased his wife was the center of his male friends'
attention.
John finished setting up a portable play area and Marisa
strolled over and put Jack down in it. Their baby
immediately began crawling around and exploring. Grant
was sitting back in the courtyard enjoying his beer.
Candace was preparing their dinner, opening a bag of
chips, getting buns ready, etc. She was wearing her
bikini top and had a wrap around skirt on. The giant
black man was working two of the hibachi grills, cooking
hot dogs and hamburgers. He was shirtless, wearing only
shorts and flip-flops. The group had decided to lay off
the bars that night. Marisa felt a little guilty as she
worried it was because they didn't want her to feel left
out watching the baby.
It turned out to be a fun evening. Dinner was good.
Marisa slowly nursed one beer while the others quickly
went through the case, empty cans forming an ever
growing pyramid. Flex whipped out a deck of cards and
the men began playing poker while Candace cleaned up and
Marisa went inside to put down the baby. She stepped
inside the trailer and lowered the straps on her dress.
She breathed a sigh of relief when the material cleared
her sensitive nipples. Jack latched on to one hungrily
and began sucking greedily. She sighed with contentment
as the pressure began to abate from her milk-laden
breasts.
Marisa strolled over to the window and stared out at the
group playing cards. The window was high enough they
couldn't see her bare breasts. Candace had joined in and
the foursome was laughing and drinking happily. Her eyes
rested on the big black man and stayed there. She
pictured it was Flex sucking her nipple instead of her
infant. Flex's cock was in her hand as she stroked it.
Flex's big cock was filling her mouth with his hot seed
as she leaned over it. Flex's big black cock was pushing
inside, fucking her hard, making her cum, giving her the
best sex of her life as she kneeled before him, his big
black cock fucking her to orgasm after orgasm, his thumb
pushing past her rectum as his big black cock spurted
his hot fertile seed into her hungry womb.
Marisa's eyes grew wide as she snapped out of her
daydream. Their time earlier that day on the beach
blanket would be the subject of many of her dreams for
the rest of her life. Her thighs were damp. Just
thinking of him had made her wet again. She wondered how
much of her wetness was the black man's seed. His semen
had been leaking from her womb in drips and drabs all
afternoon. Her nipple sprang free and she looked down to
see that Jack had fallen asleep as he always dead while
nursing. She kissed his forehead and put him down to
sleep in the portable crib. Marisa pulled her top back
on and then went out to join the others.
"Wanna play?" asked John.
"Deal me in," she replied. Marisa retrieved another can
of beer, impressed by how much the others had already
drunk. She popped the tab and took a sip.
Flex reached into his pocket and pulled out a big fat
joint. "It's HIGH time we got this party started," he
said, receiving only a few chuckles at his pun. He lit
the joint and passed it to Grant. Grant took a big drag
and handed it to Candace. John looked at his wife for
permission. He was already showing the signs of being
quite drunk and certainly didn't need to get stoned on
top of the beer, but Marisa nodded for him to go ahead.
He happily accepted the joint from Candace and took a
long drag. He swayed in his seat as he held it in, eyes
closed. Her husband's lower lip was sucked inside his
mouth. As his lips became wet from drinking, John would
start sucking it inside his mouth without realizing it.
He also had a weird habit of holding his head down when
he was drunk and he was looking down as he passed the
joint back to Flex.
Marisa squeezed in between Candace and her husband. She
didn't want to sit beside Flex, but instead found
herself sitting across from him and his eyes went right
to the cleavage the tight dress displayed. Her already
hard nipples popped out like to erasers under his
scrutiny, she felt them start to leak.
The joint passed under her nose several times. She was
never one for drug use so it wasn't a great sacrifice to
pass on taking a hit because she was a nursing mother.
Still, it wasn't long before she started feeling really
good and giggling a little as she began to get a contact
high.
Everyone was drunk and stoned. Marisa watched as Grant
leaned over and kissed Candace. They began to make out.
His hand came up and squeezed her breast through the
bikini top. She reached out and pushed it away, but
stood up and took his hand. She led him towards their
trailer. Marisa watched them go.
"Quarters?" asked Flex, producing a shot glass and
bouncing a quarter into it.
"Soundsh like fun," said John, drunkenly.
"Where do you two think you are, back in college?" asked
Marisa.
Flex laughed as John missed the shot glass by six
inches, his quarter rolling off the table and falling
into the sand. Flex scored two consecutive shots into
the glass and John did the two shots. John missed again.
The trio paused when the sounds of love making started
coming through the open windows on Grant and Candace's
trailer. They listened and broke out laughing.
"I thinks we should head inshide," slurred John. He
pushed off from the table and nearly fell. When he
stood, his crotch was tented out. Listening to his
friend's fucking had made him horny.
"I'll be right in," said Marisa. "Let me finish my
beer."
"I'll be waiting." He leaned over and kissed her on top
her hair. He rarely showed public affection unless he
was drunk and horny.
Just as John disappeared, Marisa felt a big strong hand
on her knee under the table. She yanked her leg away
from Flex's grip and quickly stood up. Letting John
leave her alone with his black friend hadn't been a good
idea. Through the window, Candace's cries grew louder.
"AH AH AH ARGGHHH!" The last had been a groan of
frustration.
"The minute man strikes again," said Flex. "Sounds like
Candy could use a little of what you got earlier."
"Sssh," said Marisa in alarm while holding her finger
over her lips. She turned and quickly entered her
trailer. Marisa gave a quick glance at Jack to make sure
he was still sleeping soundly and then turned her
attention to the bed. John was completely passed out and
snoring softly. He was naked lying on top the bed, his
legs hanging over the edge as if he'd just collapsed
asleep after pulling his underwear down. He still had
socks on his feet.
Listening to Grant and Candace having sex, her contact
high, and thinking about the big black man had her horny
and ready for sex. Plus, the guilt she felt over
cheating on John had her wanting to make it up to her
husband in some way. John's penis if anything looked
smaller than normal. His earlier erection was completely
gone and his penis had shriveled up, shrinking into his
scrotum. Marisa reached out and fondled it, but neither
John nor his penis stirred at all.
Compared to Flex, John's penis looked like it belonged
on a little boy and as horny as she was, there was no
desire in her whatsoever for his penis. It wouldn't have
satisfied her if it had been fully erect, not when there
was a real man's penis just a few feet from her. Why
would she want this small shriveled white thing when
there was a big steel hard black shaft more than willing
to fuck her again? Flex had cum three times earlier that
afternoon, yet somehow she knew that he wouldn't have
any trouble getting it hard for her again. Marisa
stepped away from John and headed outside to his waiting
black friend.
Flex had spun around on the picnic bench so that her was
facing away from the table. He was leaning back into the
table, elbows on it and a beer bottle in one hand. He
looked over at her, but Marisa held her finger up to her
lips so that he would stay silent. The lovely married
redheaded mom walked over to her husband's black friend.
He stared at her, wondering what she was up to, but
there was a knowing grin on his face. His eyes locked
with hers as she reached out and lowered the straps of
her dress off her shoulders.
The summer dress fell down, exposing her bare breasts,
ribs, and belly, but catching on her hips. Flex leaned
forwards, his massive black hands grabbing the
undersides of her DD breasts, squeezing and kneading
them. Marisa sucked her lower lip into her mouth to
stifle a loud moan of desire. Her already hard nipples
swelled up even more under his pinches, milk forming at
the tips. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer,
burying his head in her tits.
Her pussy started leaking profusely. She could feel the
wetness soaking her thighs. Flex sucked one nipple
between his big lips and pulled back, stretching her tit
out as her milk squirted across his tongue. Flex
switched breasts and sucked more of her mother's milk
into his mouth. Marisa couldn't help herself and let out
a loud squeal of relief. Any reprieve in the pressure
inside her milk full breasts was an immense relief to
the young mom. However, her nipples were so sensitive,
she couldn't take any more of his lips, tongue, and
sucking. She pulled back from his grasp.
Marisa looked down and wasn't surprised at all to see
the large tent in his shorts. Flex leaned back as she
fell to her knees and he opened his legs for her. His
shorts were grey cotton with a stretchy band. It was
easy to pull them out and down. His swollen cock head
came into view and then inch after inch of shaft. He
assisted her by lifting his hips so that she could pull
his shorts down his entire shaft and down to his knees.
His outsized balls hung down over the edge of the bench.
Marisa reached out and grabbed his hard shaft pulling
the mighty black cock off his abdomen. She looked up at
him as she leaned forward and licked around the tip of
his swollen cock head. She started sucking the end,
still looking at him. His stare was intense, both
possessive and dominating. She wanted to taste his seed
again. Her first taste had only wetted her appetite for
more.
Marisa broke eye contact as she sucked his shaft deeper,
his cock head pushing past her tonsils. She stared
cross-eyed down his shaft watching his pubes growing
closer to her nose with each bob of her head, but then
her eyes wandered up his stomach to his hard muscles and
she couldn't resist touching him again. Her free hand
slid up his thigh to his hard stomach and the ridges of
his six pack abs. Marisa shuddered as she stared at her
white arm and hand on his dark black body. Her desire to
taste him again was superseded by her need to have his
cock in her pussy again. Marisa released his shaft and
placed her hands on her knees pushing herself up.
"I knew you'd want some more of this," said Flex, his
eyes watching her lift the hem of her dress up and slide
her panties down her legs.
"You knew more than me then." She straddled his legs.
"What made you so sure?
"Well ya know what they say about black men."
"What's that?" She reached down and grabbed his shaft,
lining it up with her pussy.
"Once you go black you never go back."
"I'm not so sure about that." Marisa lowered herself
over the head, feeling it push against her labia. She
didn't need any more lubrication, but it still was a
tight fit. Her pussy lips pushed inside her and began to
spread apart around his big golf ball sized cock head.
"But I do know one thing. Once you go Flex, you'll
always want sex." She let gravity take over and his cock
pushed deep inside her.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," growled the
delighted black man. He loved having his ego stroked.
"My pussy came around begin for more."
"I'm not so sure about that either," said Marisa, a
smile on her face.
"What do you mean? This is my pussy ain't it? You're my
slut." Flex grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way
down his shaft until she was sitting in his lap.
Marisa closed her eyes and stifled a moan as she
trembled in orgasm. Yes, yes, screamed her mind. This is
your pussy Flex, but she wanted to tease him. "No Flex.
You're my slut. I own that big cock of yours." Marisa
started riding him, bouncing in his lap. "When my pussy
gets hungry, you're gonna feed it some cock. You hear
me, slut?"
"I hears ya. My cock's done turned you into a cock crazy
whore." He buried his face in her breasts and started
licking and sucking her nipples. Being a professional
weight lifter and model, Flex had never lacked for women
to fuck. Fucking was probably his number one skill. He'd
had hundreds of women at this point, but out of all of
them, Marisa had the most magnificent breasts. She was
in the top ten for tight wet hot pussies too. He loved
her pale skin and her flame red hair too, but it was her
breasts that he couldn't get enough of.
The last dozen or so women he'd been with had all had
smaller breasts with Lola being down right flat-chested.
It had been a couple years since he'd a woman with such
a great pair of breasts and she had been a stripper with
implants. Marisa's large pale white mounds were just too
good to be true and her nipples were amazing too. They
hardened easily and were ultra sensitive clearly helping
her have bigger orgasms when he teased them with his
cock buried in her. She wasn't his first lactating mom
either, but he'd never fucked a woman who produced so
much milk so quickly.
"Feed my pussy, baby," she whispered, grabbing his hair
and pulling his head off her breasts. Give me my cock,
slut," she said, looking into his eyes. Marisa leaned
down and they kissed again, deeply and passionately.
Marisa's pussy spasmed all over his cock as she came
again. She kept her licks locked with his, but her lips
quivered as she came. She had a lifetimes worth of
orgasms after only a day with Flex, but as satisfying as
each and every orgasm was, her body was insatiable
demanding more, wanting his cock to fuck her forever.
"Gonna cum," he grunted.
She knew he was close. She could feel his cock growing,
swelling, and the two fingers pinching her right nipple
were squeezing even harder as he fought to keep from
cumming. Her pussy wanted one last orgasm and she knew
from earlier that the big ones came from having his cock
go off in her womb. "In me," she whispered, breaking
their kiss. "Cum inside me. Give me your seed." The
damage had already been done and she figured having him
cum inside her once more wouldn't hurt anything.
His cock exploded as she slowly rode him. The second she
felt his cum flooding her womb, she let her pussy slam
down in his lap while his spurting cock triggered one
last big orgasm. Marisa collapsed in his arms, panting
heavily. "Your cock is so good, Flex," she gasped.
"Don't you mean your cock," he whispered back, laughing.
She giggled too. "I don't know what came over me. I
think I'm a little high."
"Well we need to get you stoned more often. Come into
the trailer with me. I think I got one or two more in
me."
"You're amazing, but I can't leave Jack." Marisa
dismounted, feeling every inch of his still swollen cock
leave her pussy and missing every inch of it. She slid
off his lap when it plopped out and immediately felt his
semen began pouring out of her pussy. "We can't keep
doing this Flex."
"Come on, baby?"
"Not that I don't want too. I've never wanted anything
more, but it's too risky. All John has to do is wake up
and look out the window to see the mother of his child
fucking his friend. I can't do that to him. I can't do
that to Jack. I can't risk you knocking me up. If I was
100% sure it was safe, I'd fuck you again, but it's just
too dangerous. This is the last time. Goodbye Shane."
"Goodnight Isa," said Flex, refusing to say goodbye.
"I'll leave my door unlocked." She turned to look at him
and they grinned at each other before she disappeared in
her trailer.
Fifteen minutes later, Marisa broke her promise to the
black man. She checked on Jack and found him happily
sleeping. John was still passed out naked on the bed.
His penis was still shriveled and shrunken into his
scrotum. It pained her to think it, but the word
"pathetic" sprang to mind as she looked at it. But it
was pathetic compared to the black man's cock. Flex's
soft penis was bigger than John's when he had a full
erection. She used the toilet, attempting to urinate her
pussy free of the voluminous seed of the black man. She
tried to squeeze out the rest, but there was still
plenty trapped behind her cervix. She probably was still
leaking some of his sperm from their afternoon encounter
and she'd be leaking the latest deposit for another day
or two.
She cleaned herself up as best she could. She heard Jack
cough, but the cough wasn't coming from her baby. It was
coming from the baby monitor. She checked on Jack, but
he was still sleeping as was John, her contentedly
snoring husband. A grin spread across her face as she
grabbed the baby monitor and snuck out of her trailer.
Flex was laying nude on the bed in his cabin/trailer.
The arrogant prick didn't seem shocked to see her open
his door. He nodded knowingly when he saw her put the
baby monitor down on the table. Marisa pulled the dress
off over her head and shook her head in amazement at the
sight of Flex's cock already rising to attention just at
the sight of her nude body. The man was certainly gifted
in the sex department. Flex possessed not just size, but
stamina, recovery, and the volume of his cum hadn't
lessoned one bit regardless of how many times he
orgasmed.
"I want you again," she told him.
"I know," said Flex, sitting up on the bed, his mighty
cock rising up between his legs like a hard missile.
"Get on the bed." He got off and watched Marisa crawl
onto the bed. "Stay like that. All fours. I'm gonna take
that pussy doggy style, slut."
Marisa shuddered and her pussy started gushing at his
words. As much as she enjoyed playing with him and
taking control earlier, this was the natural order of
things. The alpha male was taking the dominant role
again. "Fuck me, Flex. Fuck your pussy." Strong black
hands, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the edge.
Standing, his cock was perfectly lined up to penetrate
her. She felt the big tip of his cock poking at her
pussy lips once again. "Soooo gooood," she moaned as his
cock entered her again.
Flex grabbed her hips and pulled her into his cock each
time he thrust forwards. Soon he was fucking her hard
and she was creaming all over his thrusting shaft. "You
like this cock, slut?"
"OH GOD YES!" she cried. "I love your big cock."
"Better then John's?"
Marisa hesitated. She loved her husband and didn't want
to disrespect him, but Flex's cock was already bringing
her to the brink of another orgasm. She told him what he
wanted to hear. She told him the truth. "I love your big
black cock better then John's." And she came. She came
hard. Her fluids soaked his still thrusting shaft,
dripping from her clit to his bed. Her pussy quivered
and vibrated around his cock, her muscles squeezing the
thick black shaft in an effort to make him cum inside
her. Marisa's front arms collapsed and her head fell to
the bed, her ass staying up as Flex continued fucking
her hard.
"Will you do anything for this big black cock?"
"Anything," she moaned. "Anything you want, Flex. Just
as long as you keep fucking me." He jerked his cock out
making her feel empty inside, but there was also some
relief. She was starting to get a little sore from being
so stuffed with cock multiple times that day. Her
orgasms were starting to exhaust her too. But when she
felt Flex's cock head pressing against her anus, she
immediately wanted it back in her pussy. "Wait! Not
there. Flex, it's too big. I've never been...
AAARRRGGGHHH!"
***
Candace slipped out of her cabin/trailer and walked over
to the picnic table. She was completely nude except for
one of Grant's long tee shirts and if she'd reached
upwards, the hem would have flashed her beaver, but she
wasn't expecting anyone in their group to still be
awake. She was carrying her little purse and she reached
in for a cigarette and lighter as she walked over to the
picnic table. Just as she reached the bench, her dainty
bare foot, stepped in something wet and sticky. She
wrinkled her nose, not knowing what it was, but knowing
that it wouldn't be pleasant and wiped her foot in the
sand.
She sat on the bench and lit her cigarette. Grant didn't
know she still smoked or at least pretended he didn't
know after she promised to give them up several years
ago. She now only smoked when she felt stressed out or
frustrated. Grant had left her hanging again. Just when
she started to get into it, he groaned and filled the
condom with cum. She kept humping him, feeling an orgasm
starting to grow, but Grant's penis had grown too
sensitive and he'd had to pull it out.
Candace was left unsatisfied once again. She wished
she'd had him go down on her fist, she'd sometimes cum
when he tongued her pussy, but he didn't enjoy it and
even though it felt good, she found it dirty also and
only returned the favor on Grant on special occasions.
She sighed, feeling horny and wishing she'd brought her
dildo along. She started hearing grunts and moans.
Candace looked around. All was quiet in Marisa and
John's trailer, but then according to Marisa the only
noise that ever came from their house at night was Jack
crying. The noises were coming from Flex's cabin.
Candace shook her head. How the hell had he found a
woman to fuck so quickly? She got off the bench and
walked closer to Flex's cabin.
"Too big!" cried the woman. "It hurts... it hurts sooo
gooood."
"Like that black cock, slut," growled Flex. "Take some
more then."
"Oh god! I love it," screamed the woman. "Shove it up my
ass. Fuck my ass."
Candace stepped back in shock. The woman inside was
getting sodomized! What a disgusting slut!
"Let's see how much of this big black cock you can
take."
Candace took a drag as she listened. The light was on,
but the only window was around the front and she didn't
want to risk getting caught. She kept listening, wincing
when she felt her fingers burning as the cigarette had
burned down. She dropped it in the sand. Flex continued
sodomizing the woman for another fifteen minutes, but
they quit talking and the only noises coming from the
trailer were moans and grunts and Candace swore she
actually heard the slut inside have an orgasm from
having Flex's penis shoved in her ass.
"Here it cums, slut."
"Seed my ass, you big black stud."
Candace backed away from the cabin. She turned and
hurried into her own cabin. She slipped inside and
peered through the window expecting the woman would be
leaving soon. She didn't how the hell Flex would have
found a slut willing to let him fuck her ass so quickly
after they'd all gone to bed that night. She wouldn't
have put it past Flex to have called a prostitute. Lola
had told her that Flex seemed to actually need to get
off several times a day.
Candace waited by the window, but the slut with her
husband's black friend never emerged from the cabin. She
gave up and returned to her bed, pulling off Grant's tee
shirt. When she did, she was surprised to see her
nipples were completely hard. Her thighs were damp too.
She slipped into bed beside her husband, hornier and
more frustrated than ever.
***
"Oh god, my ass is squishing," said Marisa, standing
nude in Flex's cabin. She clenched her butt cheeks to
keep his cum from pouring out.
Flex laughed. "One more thing before you go. Lie down on
the bed."
Marisa moaned. "God, you're insatiable. I love your
cock, but quite honestly Shane, I'm exhausted."
"Get on the bed, slut."
"Yes, sir."
The over muscled black man climbed on the bed and
straddled her thighs. Marisa was surprised that for once
his cock was fully erect. It was a thick soft black
banana somewhere between nine and ten inches long.
It fell out from his bushy black pubic hairs to lay like
a sinuous black snake across her belly. "Grab my cock,"
he ordered.
Marisa obeyed. On her back, her breasts tended to fall
over her sides they were so large and full. She snaked
one hand down her chest between her breasts and grabbed
the coiled coal black shaft. It stiffened at her touch.
She slowly caressed it and stroked the thickening shaft
until she was once again holding his full revived 12-13
inch steel hard cock. He surprised her again.
This time by not sliding back between her legs and
guiding his cock to her pussy, but by sliding forwards
until he was over her crotch. She winced when he spit in
his hand and started coating his cock, masturbating it
as he looked down at her breasts. He released his
glistening cock and reached down to heft the sides of
her breasts, squeezing them together. "What are you
doing?" she asked.
"I'm gonna titty-fuck these big bitches." His cock was
rampant, proudly thrust upwards. "Pull my cock down
between dem titties."
Marisa reached out for his cock and bent it down between
the huge canyon of her breasts. He immediately squeezed
the soft flesh tighter around his shaft, holding his
cock in place. Once it was secure, he started pumping
his cock between her tits. The head banged against her
chin and then it was sliding up over her lips. She
licked the underside each time it passed her lips.
"Prop your head up with a pillow."
Marisa grabbed a pillow and moved it underneath her
head. Now the tip of his cock could actually slide past
her lips and into her mouth. She sucked the tip while he
shoved his giant cock between her breasts. Marisa looked
up at him. His huge torso with every muscle perfectly
defined. The giant black cock sticking out between his
legs now nested between her pale white breasts. How
could she have ever found this man unattractive?
His skin was dark black and he had negroid features and
too many muscles, but he was the sexiest manliest
looking male she'd ever seen. Marisa moaned and writhed
beneath him. She quickly had a small, but satisfying
orgasm as she looked up him. But it wasn't just from
staring at him, her breasts were tingling sending spasms
of pleasure through her body, pleasure that was quickly
turning to lust as she wished he'd put his big beautiful
cock back in her horny white pussy.
The spasms were coming from her nipples. He'd adjusted
his hands so that he could pinch and squeeze her
sensitive erect nipples. He was squeezing both breasts
while pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumbs
and forefingers. Milk began shooting out from her
nipples. He was milking her breasts! He quickly pointed
her nipples towards each other, her mother's milk
shooting out to fall between her cavernous breasts
coating his cock with her white fluid. His cock began
thrusting faster with the extra coating of lubricant.
Marisa writhed with lust trying to wriggle free of the
black man's substantial weight. He held her down firmly.
She stared in awe at his cock. Milk was shooting about
an inch from the tips of her nipples to fall on his
shaft. The opaque white fluid nearly covered his cock
from the crowned black head to the base of his shaft.
The plump curved head of his cock head was retreating
into the cave of her breasts, then shooting forwards,
directly into her open mouth where she tried to run her
tongue all over it before it disappeared again. The head
was dribbling pre-cum, mixing with her milk each time it
disappeared into her breasts. His cock was almost
hypnotic and she couldn't take her eyes off it. The head
even appeared to be growing, hardening, pumping up, and
swelling. His long urethra opened.
Marisa shut her eyes just as his hot seed sprayed out
over her face. The head entered her mouth, filling it
with cum, then exited, more sperm shooting across her
nose to her forehead. She swallowed, quickly opening her
mouth so the head could enter her again and fill her
mouth with another load of his seed.
He released her breasts and sat up a little. His semen
splattered on her pale breasts before he guided the tip
of his cock back into her mouth. She gulped contently,
while he stroked his shaft, draining it of every last
drop of cum.
"Wow," she purred, licking her lips as Flex climbed off
her. That was just what I needed."
"What do ya mean?"
"This is the best my breasts have felt in nine months.
They normally feel like they're about to pop from the
pressure." Marisa wiped the sperm off her eye lids until
she could open them. She slid off the bed and walked to
the bathroom, using a towel to clean her face off. Her
pale skin showed red marks easily and her breasts had
red hand prints across him, not to mention her lower
belly to her thighs were red from where he had sat on
her.
She spun around. Her hips and ass had marks too from
where he had fucked her ass. She spread her cheeks and
could see a rivulet of white semen still flowing from
her ass hole to drip onto the floor of his bathroom.
It's his mess, I'll let him clean it up, she thought.
"Quite a day, huh?" she asked, feeling foolish when she
left his bathroom.
Flex laughed. "Looks like you done wore Flex junior
out," he said, pointing to his cock.
She looked at the soft black banana dangling between his
legs. She snorted. "It's still bigger then John's". Flex
laughed again. "I'm a bit of a mess. Can I use your
shower?"
"Of course. Maybe, I'll join you."
"No way," she said, staring at his cock. She swore it
had just extended an inch. "I need to get cleaned up."
Just then the sounds of a baby complaining came through
the monitor.
"Shit!," said Marisa. Jack was going to wake John up.
She grabbed the monitor and the dress and fled Flex's
trailer, running nude past the picnic table. She snuck
into her trailer just as Jack's complaining turned to a
full-fledged crying to be fed.
John groaned from the bed. "Isa! The baby."
"I got him," she reassured her husband. Marisa picked up
Jack which instantly helped calm him. She took him over
to the chair, grabbing some wet wipes from her bag and
cleaning the area around her nipples of any old milk or
remains of Flex's semen which felt like it was covering
her entire upper torso, not to mention soaking her
thighs, and leaking out of her ass.
When she felt it was clean, she let Jack nurse. Her
milk-laden breasts did their job, satisfying the hungry
baby and soon putting him back to sleep. She replaced
him in the crib and stepped into the small shower in
their trailer. She spent the next twenty minutes trying
to remove every trace of her lovemaking with her
husband's black friend from her body.
"God Isa, It's 5:00am, what the fuck were you taking a
shower for?"
"Your son spit up on me," she lied, slipping into bed
beside her husband.
"Oh god, my head hurts." John finally shifted and joined
her under the covers. He snuggled up next to her. "I'm
so tired. What say we sleep in tomorrow?"
"No argument from me," she replied.
***
John and Marisa didn't get moving until late. Candace
and Grant knocked on the door asking if they wanted to
join them for breakfast, but John just groaned and
replied, "You'll be lucky to see me by lunch." They left
to go eat and judging by the loud roar of a motorcycle,
Flex must have gone to join them or gone for a bike ride
along the overseas highway. They returned an hour or so
later and announced they would be heading for the beach.
Jack was playful and active that morning so Marisa
didn't get as much rest as she would have liked, but
then no new mother ever did. Marisa carried the baby
over to the bed and sat him down beside John while she
went to take another shower. She examined her nude body
in the bathroom. The red marks were gone, but she still
had some flaky semen on her thighs and in the crack of
her ass. She'd thought she'd gotten it all in her early
morning shower, but then this was probably leftovers
that had leaked out of her all night.
She showered and cleaned herself, brushed her hair and
teeth. She was a natural beauty and didn't need makeup.
Marisa pulled the small bikini back on. It took her
twenty minutes to dress in her bikini and she wished
again that she'd thought to get a new one before this
trip. She had to stretch and adjust every inch of fabric
to cover her areola and pubes. It was so skimpy that if
they were on a more public beach, she might have been
arrested. She slipped her feet into flip-flops and took
Jack from her husband while John took a shower to wake
up.
John came out of the bathroom nude. He grinned
sheepishly at her. John still looked exhausted and
tired. He hadn't drunk like that for a long time maybe
even since their last get together with his frat
buddies. He was a good looking fit guy and she'd enjoyed
seeing him naked in the past, but now he looked rather
plain and the small two inch or so penis shrunken
between his legs looked rather sad and inadequate. John
opened his arms and hugged his wife. "Happy
anniversary," he told her.
"Happy anniversary," she replied. "I love you."
"And I love you," said John. He kissed her and she
kissed him back. She felt her husband reaching behind
her while they kissed and when he finally broke the
loving kiss, he pulled back and he had a box in his
hand. "Happy anniversary," he said, holding it out for
her.
Marisa smiled and took the gift. She opened the box and
gasped in delight. Inside was a gold necklace. The
pendant was shaped to resemble two adults, a bigger one
for the man and a smaller one for the woman. The woman
was holding a figure in her arms to represent a baby and
the baby had a small diamond where the heart would be.
"Oh John! I love it."
"Let me put it on." John took out the necklace as Marisa
spun around and held up her long red hair. He leaned
down and kissed the nape of her neck just above the
bikini string. Then he put the necklace on her.
"It's wonderful," said Marisa, looking at herself in the
mirror.
"Let's go show it off to the others." John took their
beach bag and a chair and the crib, loading himself down
as all fathers do. Marisa slung the diaper bag over her
shoulder and collected Jack who promptly tried to put
the pendant in his mouth. "Looks like he's hungry," said
John.
"He's always hungry." Marisa tugged on one bikini cup
and her nipple popped right out. Jack immediately
clamped his lips over it and started sucking
contentedly. Well, that was easy, she thought. The
skimpy bikini did have one advantage.
John put his things down and went to his bag, taking out
and swallowing a couple aspirins. Her nipple plopped
from Jack's lips, the baby smacking his lips happily.
She fixed her top and they left the trailer.
Marisa looked at the picnic table and remembered
mounting and riding Flex's huge black cock in that spot.
She looked over at his trailer. He'd taken her anal
cherry there last night and fucked her breasts, cumming
all over her face. She hurried on to the trail, but soon
passed the place where she and Flex had ducked of where
she'd first seen his cock. She hadn't meant to do
anything more than jerk him off. She hadn't meant to
fuck him. His cock had just sort of slipped in her. It
must have been her hormone induced horniness combined
with the lack of attention from her husband. She briefly
felt guilty thinking about John and then she remembered
the orgasms.
"Here they are," yelled Grant when they appeared on the
trail. "Glad you could make it." He started clapping.
"Happy anniversary," said Candace running over to Marisa
and hugging her. Flex whistled at the sight of the two
bikini clad beauties embracing. "What's this?" asked
Candace as Marisa stepped back and held up the pendant.
"It's lovely."
"It sure is," said Flex, looking over Candace's
shoulder, but he wasn't staring at the necklace. He was
staring at her breasts.
The outline of her nipples were already visible, but
much to Marisa's shame, the black man's gaze had them
hardening and popping out to full erection. Her thighs
quickly turned damp too. God, the man had some kind of
magic power over her. She was standing by her husband,
on her anniversary, holding her baby, with a beautiful
gift around her neck and she wished she were naked and
alone with Flex so that they could fuck again.
"I got some sandwiches," said Grant. "Let's do lunch."
The five of them sat around in the sand and ate. Jack
crawled around a little. Marisa and Candace waded out
into the water and Marisa lowered Jack into the water,
lifting him and lowering him again, much to his delight.
Grant had some fishing rods with him and the three men
cast their lines out, hoping for a bite. Fishing wasn't
too great and after an hour or so, Grant suggested they
go snorkeling again.
"John," said Marisa, "The sun's awfully hot. I'm going
to take Jack back to the trailer and get both me and him
out of it."
"Probably a good idea," replied her husband. "I won't
stay out there too long."
"Nonsense, take as long as you want. We'll be fine."
Marisa kissed her husband and John reached down and
tickled Jack who made a delighted cooing sound. She
grabbed the diaper bag and made her way to the beach
trail.
"Wait up Isa," called Flex. "I'll walk with ya." He
turned to John. "I gotta take a dump. Might take the
bike out for a spin afterwards if I don't come back."
"Getting antsy," said Grant.
"What do ya mean?" asked the big black man.
"You need some pussy," whispered Grant so that Candace
wouldn't hear and disapprove of his crassness.
"Man, I always need some pussy. If you two ladies were
real men, you'd need pussy all the time too." He turned
and jogged over to Marisa.
Grant watched the giant black man catch up with John's
wife. His eyes fell on Marisa's ass as she walked along
the beach trail. "Dude, your wife is smoking hot."
"Yeah bro. I got lucky unwrapping that package."
"Don't tell Candace I said that. She'd kill me. You know
how she likes being the center of attention. Still, I'd
pay money to see Candace with tits like Marisa's."
"G-man," said John with a serious expression on his
face. "I can honestly say that they are magnificent."
Marisa and Flex were halfway to their cabins. "Wanna
duck back behind the bushes?" asked Flex as they passed
their secret rendezvous spot.
"You're insatiable," said Marisa, nervously laughing.
"That's all your fault, baby." Flex wrapped one mighty
arm around her back. "Every time I look at you, my cock
starts growing. Look down."
Marisa glanced down at his crotch and sure enough that
monster black cock of his was barely contained by his
swim trunks. She wanted to reach down into his trunks,
pull his cock out and then fall to her knees so that she
could suck him before guiding that big cock right where
it belonged, stuffing her white pussy. She broke her
gaze away instead staring at the baby in her arms.
The power the black man had over her was frightening.
She needed her son to ground her back into her mundane
reality. "Anyway, I can't. We can't do this anymore
Shane. It's been amazing and you're the best lover I
ever had, but I can't risk my marriage or you cumming in
me again."
"Aw, come on. You can swallow it, if you don't want it
in your pussy."
Marisa's belly growled at the thought of swallowing his
cum again. Look girl, she thought, If you can't resist
him, don't be alone with him. "No Flex. It's over, we
had our fun. I'm gonna feed Jack and then put him down
for a nap and maybe take a nap myself. Someone kept me
up last night."
"Yeah, someone kept me up several times." Flex followed
Marisa over to her trailer. "Where you going? Stay and
talk to me."
"I'm going to feed Jack. He's getting fussy."
"Feed him out here."
"Out here in the open?"
The black man grinned. "Sure why not? There's no one
here and I've seen your tits. I'd like to see them one
last time." He saw her hesitate and added. "Come on,
please?"
"What if John or the others comes back?"
Flex winked at her. He climbed onto the picnic table
bench and then stepped onto the table, looking out
towards the beach. "John and Grant are just putting on
their snorkels and Candace is watching them." He jumped
down. "It's safe so whip the girls out."
Marisa untied the back of her bikini. The strings slid
off her shoulders, followed by the cups. Her hard,
elongated nipples sprang free. Jack smacked his lips
loudly, causing both Flex and Marisa to laugh. "Hungry
are you?" she said to her baby. She set Jack down in his
swaddling blanket on the picnic table. She bent leaned
over the table and lowered her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped when his lips latched over her nipple and he
started sucking. "This is called the dangling position.
It helps-AH-drain my breasts and AH-void blockages."
Flex looked at the sexy redhead leaning over the table
with her legs spread and her ass thrust upwards. Her
perfect breasts pendulously hanging down almost to the
table top. The baby was the only thing ruining the
picture and that was only because it was a white baby. A
black baby would have been fine. "You sure we're over?"
asked Flex. "I could come up behind you now and shove my
cock right up that pussy."
"It was great and I guess I've no regrets, but we can't
keep risking getting caught and I'm not on the pill or
anything. Shoot, for all I know, you might already have
knocked me up."
"Is that so bad? We'd make a beautiful baby together."
"Flex, I love John. Of course it would be bad. It would
destroy my marriage and leave me to raise two babies on
me own."
"You could move in with me. I'd fuck you every night."
Marisa felt a tingle in her pussy. Wow! Sex like that on
a daily basis. "That part might not be so bad," she
replied. "But I do love John."
"Whose cock do you love more?"
"You know you're the better lover, Shane." Marisa felt a
cool breeze on her wet nipple. She looked down, Jack had
true to form fallen contentedly asleep.
"Whose cock?" he asked again.
"Your cock, Shane."
"Who owns your white pussy?"
"You Sha... my husband. I'm sorry, but I'm a married
woman." Marisa stood. "I'm going to go put Jack down for
his nap. If you want, we can talk later." Marisa walked
to the door of her trailer and opened it. She turned to
close it, but Flex was standing in the doorway. The red
headed wife walked over to the crib and gently sat Jack
down in it. When she turned back to the black man, Shane
had entered her rental trailer and was towering over
her. "Shane?" she asked, starting to tremble.
"Just one last kiss, Isa," he said, placing his hands on
her hips and pulling her into his hard body.
Marisa didn't respond. She just turned her head up to
the black man towering over her and he bent down, his
broad flat lips pressing against her soft pink ones. His
tongue pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth
letting it inside, her own tongue pushing back. Her
nipples pressed into his hard abdominals as he kissed
her. His hands left her hips and slid up her waist. She
could feel her panties fall to her feet. He'd untied
them while they kissed.
The hands slid up to cover and squeeze her large chest,
pinching and teasing her nipples. She felt them squirt
milk into his hands, one hungry baby was never enough to
drain them. He stepped back a little, but kept kissing
her while one hand left her breast and traveled down her
flat stomach to her bushy red pubes. The tip of his
finger pressed against her opening, feeling her heat and
her wetness. Marisa gasped as his finger pushed into
her. He moved it in and out slowly and before she knew
it, she had cum all over his big digit, her juices
soaking his hand.
That was all it took. Marisa melted into his arms. Her
own hands reaching into his shorts to feel and caress
his growing cock. She pulled it free and pushed his
shorts down.
Marisa broke their kiss first, falling to her knees and
taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Flex gasped as
she started sucking him with abandon, her lust for his
cock growing, turning into desperation for his seed. He
gently ran his hands through her red hair while she
sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He let her
suck his cock for several minutes before pushing her
back and pulling her to her feet.
Flex backed her over to the bed. She fell on her back
and he climbed on top of her. She reached down between
his legs to stroke his cock, still amazed at its size
and power. "Put it in you," he ordered.
Marisa guided it over to the entrance to her pussy and
gasped as the head pushed her pussy lips inward until
she opened enough to take him inside her. He worked his
cock around. Loosening her up before pushing it deeper.
Marisa had yet to let go, she felt his shaft sliding
back and forth through her hand. She felt it's heat. She
felt it throb with every beat of his pulse along the big
blue vein that crisscrossed it. She felt it's wetness as
her pussy continued soaking it.
Each time he pushed forwards, her pussy opened more and
inch after inch of his cock slid through her hand to
enter her pussy until her fist was trapped between her
pussy and his crotch. She released it and he buried his
cock home. "Aaahhh!" she moaned contentedly. "So full.
So big. Fuck me Flex. Fuck me with that big black cock,"
she muttered.
"No Isa," he told her leaning over her. "Not today." He
kissed her. His fingers teased one hard nipple. "Today
I'm going to treat you like the beautiful amazing
creature you are." He started slowly working his cock in
and out of her.
"Faster! Harder! Fuck me harder."
"No," he said again. He kissed down her neck to her
shoulders, chest, and hunching over her so that he could
suck on one nipple. Marisa trembled and shook beneath
him. Her sensitive nipples sending spasms of pleasure
through her body even after it filled his mouth with her
mother's milk. He swallowed it and said, "Today I'm
going to make love to you like a real man makes love to
a woman."
"No," she cried even as her pussy squeezed down over
every inch of his pleasure giving shaft and erupted in
another orgasm that had her legs wrapping around his as
she humped up into his cock. She was crying with sadness
as she came down from her orgasm.
"Want me to stop?" he asked.
"No, I love it," she told him feeling as though she had
just truly betrayed John for the first time. Marisa kept
sobbing as he big cock kept working its way in and out
of her horny pussy. "I love it. I love it. I love having
your big cock in me Flex. I love your big cock." She
quit crying. Marisa was now raising her hips into each
thrust of his cock as she felt another orgasm growing.
"I love you," she cried, the orgasm breaking, her nails
digging into his back as she grabbed his head and
brought her lips up to his, kissing the man she loved
with more passion then she'd ever shown for her husband.
When Marisa finally broke the kiss. She fell to her back
on the bed and smiled up at the man that had broken her.
***
Candace yelled out to Grant when he stood up from
snorkeling. "I'm going to go back and ask Marisa if she
wants me to watch Jack tonight so that she and John can
have dinner together. Grant waved and Candace turned to
gather her things and walk back to the cabins.
As she neared the three trailers, she heard noises
coming from John and Marisa's. It sounded like constant
grunting and moaning noises. Confused, she placed her
things on the picnic table and snuck over to the door to
listen. It sounded every bit like a couple having sex.
Was Marisa taking a nap and dreaming? She remembered the
wounds of the woman getting her ass reamed by Flex last
night.
The voice sounded the same. Candace shook her head in
denial. There was no way, her married friend was
sleeping with the black man. She glanced over at Flex's
trailer. His motorcycle was still there. Candace had to
know what was going on . Her hand was shaking as it
reached for the door to Marisa's trailer.
"GIVE ME YOUR SEED!"
Candace gasped in horror. All she could see was the
giant black man crushing the body of a white woman
beneath him. She could see balls dangling between his
legs, but they were bigger than any testicles she'd seen
on a man before. They were more akin to coconuts then
testicles and they were bucking and jerking as they
pumped the woman full of sperm.
Candace crept closer into the room. Flex suddenly sat up
off the woman and Candace confirmed what she already
knew. Her friend Marisa was a cheating adulterous slut.
What came next both horrified and haunted Candace. Flex
yanked his cock out of Marisa's pussy. It was at its
biggest and hardest when it came. His cock had to have
been every bit of thirteen inches long. She's heard it
was big, but nothing her mind had pictured could compare
to seeing it before her eyes.
It was still pumping sperm. Strands of the white fluid
were shooting across Marisa's belly and tits. He then
leaned up over her and jerked off his huge cock, more
jets of his semen shooting right on Marisa's anniversary
present. The loving image of the husband and wife
holding the baby was drowned in the black man's sperm
until it disappeared. "AAAHHH!" gasped Candace still
coming down from what must have been a large orgasm.
Marisa and Flex both looked over at the blonde model.
Marisa opened her mouth and screamed in horror.
***
"You okay?" called John, from the other side of the
bathroom door. "You seem upset about something."
"Nothing dear," said Marisa back through the door. She
applied some lipstick and blue eyeliner. She didn't need
makeup, but when she wore it, she looked stunning. "Just
nervous about tonight,' she said. Marisa stared into the
mirror. She looked really good. She was getting a little
color in her face from the sun the last few days. She'd
been diligent in using her sunscreen the last few days,
having been burned in the past.
"Should I go see if Candace is feeling any better? I
don't want her watching Jack if she's sick."
"No, I'll check on her." Marisa held her hand out and
watched it shaking. Candace had fled to her trailer and
locked the door. She hadn't answered any of Marisa or
Flex's knocks or answered their cries to come out and
talk. One word from Candace and her life would be
ruined.
"Why are you nervous about tonight?"
Marisa swallowed nervously and opened the door to the
bathroom. "I'm nervous about wearing this." She posed,
leaning on the doorway.
"Ohmygodyouarefuckinghot," cried John, a smile of
delight on his face.
"Thank you."
"I can see your nipples through that top."
Marisa flushed. She was wearing a tight green tank top.
"The bra was driving me crazy, so I left it off."
"I'm not complaining." Her husband stared down at her
belly, lustfully. His eyes were wide.
The rest of Marisa's outfit consisted of tight white
shorts. Her feet were adorned with sandals with short
heels. She'd painted her nails green. Not only was her
tank top tight, but it was short too. The top was low
and showed off her amble cleavage, while the bottom
stopped halfway down her ribs, showing off her bare
belly.
It wasn't tight and flat like Candace's, but it still
looked good on display even with some extra baby weight.
John had always had a weird belly fetish. He loved her
navel, liked kissing and tonguing it when they were
intimate. He'd always wanted her to show it off more,
but Marisa had always preferred hiding her body under
bulkier clothing. "You look nice too."
John winked. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned
back like he was modeling. He was wearing khaki pants
and a black colored shirt. "Let's get going."
The pair walked outside. Grant was sitting at the picnic
table playing poker with Flex. A near full bottle of
tequila sat beside them. "Damn Marisa, you look good,"
said Flex.
Marisa felt the color drain from her cheeks and her
nipples growing hard. They started poking out through
her top. He smirked, knowing the effect his attention
had on her body. "Thank you," she replied.
"Thanks for watching Jack," said John to Grant. "Is
Candace feeling any better?"
"I'm alright," said Candace opening the door to her
trailer and stepping out to join the group. She looked
pale and shaky.
"You sure you're well enough?" asked John. He didn't
want Jack catching whatever bug Candace might have had.
She gone for a country girl look. Candace had shot cut
off jean shorts on and a plaid shirt, tied up between
her breasts to show off her belly. She also had on a
straw cowboy hat. Candace looked like a professional
model wherever they went. She had a snow bunny look when
they went skiing, a sexy business professional outfit, a
sexy librarian look she wore once wine tasting, a black
goth dress with dark makeup at a nightclub, and many
others.
"It was just something I ate."
Marisa looked at the blonde. "Let me show you where
everything is." Marisa led Candace over to the trailer.
"Jack's still asleep, but we should probably wake him so
that he isn't awake all night." They entered the trailer
and Marisa closed the door. "I'm sorry you had to see
that," she whispered to the blonde.
"Sorry you got caught you mean," hissed Candace.
"Please, it's not what you think."
"I think you're an adulterous slut fucking a black man."
Marisa winced. It was exactly what she thought. "You're
right. I'm sorry it happened, but it did."
"How did it happen? How long has this been going on?"
"Just since yesterday." Marisa did a quick recap of her
agreeing to giving Flex a hand job and how he'd kissed
up her body and entered her before she knew what was
happening. She left out the second time Flex had taken
her doggy style.
"You forgot how he sodomized you last night," said
Candace, sneering at her.
"You heard that?"
"I stepped outside for a minute. I didn't know it was
you until now. Jesus Isa, you're going to hell for what
you've done. I don't know how you took that monster in
your vagina let alone your rear end."
"He has a very dominant personality. You do what he
tells you."
"Well you've done what he's told you multiple times now,
so it must be pretty good."
"You have no idea. The man can fuck for hours."
Candace's eyes widened. "Hours?"
"I couldn't tell you how many orgasms I've had the last
two days. So many I lost count. More this weekend than
I've had during my entire marriage or life for that
matter."
Candace's eyes stayed wide while her mouth fell open.
"That many?" Her mind picture the image she'd seen
earlier of Flex's rampant cock springing up from
Marisa's pussy, sperm flying from the swollen head as he
marked the pale red head with his seed. She felt her own
nipples hardening as she remembered all the stories
about Flex's prowess that Lola had told her during their
previous vacations. Marisa may have been a cheating
slut, but a part of her envied the woman.
"Please Candy, let's just keep this our secret."
Candace turned her nose upwards. "I'm not sure I can.
Grant and I tell each other everything."
"Please not this."
"I'll think about it." Candace leaned down and picked up
Jack. He woke and gurgled, smiling when he saw his mom
standing nearby.
"Don't do it for me do it for him."
"If I tell Grant, I will be doing it for him." Candace
cradled Jack in her arms.
Marisa's eyes narrowed as Candace carried Jack outside.
The blonde was always snooty and she was enjoying
looking down on Marisa from her moral pedestal. She
followed Candace back to the table. "Let's go," she said
to John.
"Hey Isa," called Flex as Marisa walked around the back
of John's car. "Hold up."
"What?" she asked.
"Here take this," said the black man slipping a fifty
into Marisa's hand. "Buy a bottle of wine for your
anniversary."
"Thanks Flex," said John. He opened the car door. "That
wasn't necessary."
"I insist," said the black giant. He waited until John
had sat down and closed the door. "What did Candy say?
She gonna keep her mouth shut?"
"Not sure. She might tell Grant. What do we do?"
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," said Flex. He
opened the door for her and closed it after she sat
down.
***
Luckily Jack behaved very well. He was a good baby and
Candace found herself starting to think that maybe it
was time to put her career behind her and start a
family. She looked over at the men playing poker. They
weren't betting money, but the loser had to do a shot of
tequila. Flex handled his liquor well with his huge size
and high metabolism, plus he was winning most of the
hands. Grant wasn't doing so good.
Flex broke out a joint and Candace moved Jack over to a
portable playpen to keep him clear of any smoke from the
marijuana. She then joined her husband and Flex for a
couple hands. Drinking a beer while they kept pounding
tequila shots. The sweet smoke from the joint filled her
nostrils, but she turned down an offer for a hit. It
wouldn't be responsible to baby sit while stoned. Jack
was antsy in the playpen so she went to retrieve him,
picking him up and carrying him over to the steps to her
trailer well away from the smoke.
Candace bounced Jack on her lap. She looked over at her
husband. He was drunk and swaying. Her eyes moved over
to Flex. He had a cocky grin on his face and just stared
at Grant, trying to intimidate him. Flex had this air of
superiority about him. No matter how good his poker hand
was, he looked like he was going to win it. He was
shirtless. The hot Florida air had a sheen of sweat
covering his dark rippling muscles. His skin glistened
in the light from the streetlamp between their three
trailers.
Candace pictured herself rubbing lotion all over his
chest on the beach. Her hands had slid over every inch,
every hard indentation of his hard bodybuilder's chest.
She'd never found Flex attractive, but she did admire
his physique and his dedication to perfection. Her
nipples hardened.
The image of her friend lying on her bed getting the
fucking of her life returned to her mind. His cock, his
giant cock, black and hard, shooting hot white sperm all
over Marisa's breasts even after he had flooded Marisa's
pussy with his seed, even after he had flooded Candace's
pussy with his seed. Candace reached down and grabbed
Flex's still spurting cock, guiding it back between her
legs. She wanted more.
"You feeling ok, honey?" asked Grant.
Candace shook her head to clear it. "Yeah fine. I'm
fine. Fine. Why? I'm fine."
"You looked pale. I thought the stomach bug was
returning."
"I'm fine," she repeated. At that moment, Jack reached
his little hand up, trying to grab her nipple. "Somebody
hungry?" she asked, laughing. She was surprised to see
how hard and erect her nipples had become. No wonder the
hungry little bugger was reaching for them. "I'm gonna
go feed Jack," she told her husband.
Candace carried Jack over to Marisa's trailer. She
entered the room, looking over at the bed. Marisa was
still on her back getting fucked by Flex. The black man
pulled his huge cock out and started cumming all over
Marisa. Candace could see her vagina, still splayed open
and filled with cum. She opened her mouth, letting some
fly in, swallowing it, while rubbing the semen all over
her body like she was under a shower and Flex's cock was
the shower head. He just kept cumming and cumming. He
turned and winked at her. Marisa moaned. "Oh god Candy,
it's soooo gooood!"
Candace shook her head and stared at the empty bed. She
shivered. She must have gotten a contact high from the
joint. The image of that big thirteen inch black cock
shooting his seed all over Marisa's belly and breasts
was stuck in her mind. She took a bottle of Marisa's
breast milk out of the mini fridge and put it in the
timed warmer. Jack was getting fussier by the second.
Despite acting like a whore and cheating on her husband
whom Candace was quite fond of, Marisa had looked
amazing coupling with the black man. She was just so
white and Flex was so black.
Candace took the bottle and squirted a little milk on
her wrist. It wasn't too hot. On impulse, she brought
her wrist up to her mouth and licked her friend's breast
milk off. There wasn't much taste to it, but Jack sure
seemed eager for it. He was reaching for the bottle. She
fed him the nipple and held him while he sucked
contentedly on the rubber nipple. He drained the bottle
dry and then fell fast asleep. Candace put the baby down
in his crib and left the trailer.
"Deal me in," she said to Flex as he was shuffling.
Marisa and John pulled up as Flex was dealing out the
cards. "Good timing the baby just went down," she called
as Marisa exited the car. Candace's eyes fell on
Marisa's bare belly. "What on earth is that?" she asked.
"It's my anniversary present," said John, grinning.
"He always wanted me to get my belly button pierced,"
said Marisa.
"I think it's sexy as fuck," grunted Flex, staring at
the green emerald in Marisa's navel.
"Don't know about sexy, but it hurts like fuck," said
Marisa.
Candace stared closely at her friend. Marisa's body was
reacting excitedly to Flex's scrutiny. Her nipples had
started hardening the second he commented. Her skin even
flushed a little. The red headed mom was acting like a
bitch in heat around the black man. Was he really that
good?
"And she agreed to dress to show it off a little more
often," said John proudly.
"Good for her," said Flex. "That hot body shouldn't be
covered up. Want me to deal you two in for a hand?"
"Alright," said Marisa.
"No, I think we need to get to bed early tonight," said
John. His low sex drive kicking in at the sight of his
wife's sexy belly piercing.
"Oh well, goodnight ya'll," said Marisa, practically
being dragged by her husband into the trailer.
"Three kings," said Flex, turning his cards over. "You
two do shots."
Grant poured her a shot of tequila and she wrinkled her
nose in distaste as she downed it. He then poured
himself one and poured it down his throat. Candace took
the cards and shuffled while Flex took out another
joint. Her baby sitting duties over, she willingly took
a hit this time. She dealt the cards and ended up
winning the hand. She smiled with delight as Grant and
Flex both did shots of tequila. She took another hit off
the joint and passed it to Grant. He looked wasted.
"Don't drink too much more, honey," she told him,
rubbing his thigh with her hand. "I wanna have some fun
tonight."
"Looks like I'm the only one not having fun this trip,"
said Flex.
Candace tossed him and evil look. He was taunting her.
"It wouldn't surprise me if you found some whore at some
point this trip, Flex."
"Wouldn't surprise me either," he replied, laughing.
The black man had no guilt, no shame. "Come on Grant,
let's make like Marisa and John and hit the bed early."
She winked at him.
"What's gotten you so hot and bothered Candy?" asked
Flex. "You watch some hot porno today or something?"
"I just want to spend some time with my husband."
"Go ahead. I can wait a few minutes for him to come
back." Flex looked over at Grant. He hadn't caught the
insult and looked like he was about to pass out at any
moment. "You go on to bed Candace. Grant and I gotta
kill this bottle of tequila."
"Fine," said Candace in a huff. She looked at the
bottle. It was nearly empty. There were only a few shots
left in the bottom. "Hurry up Grant."
Candace entered her trailer and used the toilet. She was
a little heady from the shots and marijuana, but not too
drunk or stoned. If anything, it was making her hornier
then she already was. She took the hat off and pulled
the knot between her breasts. She opened the plaid shirt
exposing her bare breasts and dropped it in her dirty
clothes pile.
"Take it off Candace," yelled Flex from outside.
Candace shivered. The blinds were down, but anyone
outside could easily see the shadow of her removing her
clothes. She flipped the light off and heard laughter
outside. She wasn't sure why it had bothered her.
Removing your clothes in front of others went with the
job description, but then she usually only worked with
professionals who didn't yell at her while she stripped.
The shorts were tight and she slowly slid them down her
ass, followed by the frilly little panties underneath
them. Soon she was naked, but for the cross around her
neck and the ring on her finger. It was hot, so Candace
laid down on top of the bed and waited for her husband.
"Kill it! Kill it!" she heard Flex chant.
Candace ran her hands over her breasts and pinched her
own pointy nipples, squeezing her small breasts. They
were small mounds. She wore a B-cup, but could easily go
without a bra. Candace had nearly zero percent body fat.
Her ass was firm and round, nice, but it wasn't plump
and nothing on her jiggled. Not like Marisa.
Candace had the perfect bikini models' body and she made
a good living at it, but her friend was built like a
porn star and Marisa certainly looked like a porn star
lying squealing and moaning like a whore as a giant
black man's penis pounded her pussy. Candace's hands
slid down her flat belly to her pubes and then between
her legs. She felt her engorged clit and rubbed it.
Maybe if she got a head start, the minute man might
actually make her cum tonight? She instantly felt guilty
after thinking that.
Candace pictured her loving husband hovering over her,
pushing his hard prick into her needy pussy. She loved
her husband, loved how he felt inside her. All she ever
wanted from Grant was for him to last just a little
longer. Grant pulled his penis out. "Is this what you
want?" he asked. His hard penis grew and turned dark.
Grant had a giant black penis sticking out from his
crotch.
Soon the black penis was pushing inside her. Candace
fingered her pussy and diddled her clit faster as
Grant's muscles grew and he turned darker slowly
morphing into Flex. She was fucking the black man. He
reached down and squeezed her heavy milk laden tits. "Is
this what you want Candace?" asked Flex. She was still
Candace, but now she had Marisa's body. Her big tits
were flopping hard as Flex fucked her. Flex buried his
cock and came. Grant had worn a condom since they dated
and Candace almost came at the thought of the black man
ejaculating inside her pussy like he had in Marisa's.
Flex pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot seed all
over her breasts. Candace aimed her spraying cock at
Marisa's tits and then moved it up to her face. Her red
headed friend swallowed the sperm that fell in her
mouth. Candace pulled back, bending her hard black cock
down towards her friend's pussy again and pushed it back
inside. Marisa's pussy was such a tight fit. So snug, so
hot and wet around her big black cock. Candace started
fucking Marisa as hard as she could, bending down to
suck one of
Marisa's nipples between her dark lips, milk filling her
mouth.
"AAAGGHH!" moaned Candace as she came picturing herself
fucking Marisa. She wanted to giggle with delight as she
pulled her fingers from her wet pussy. It was the best
orgasm she had in years. Satisfied, tired, and still a
little intoxicated, she started falling asleep even as
the door to her cabin opened.
Candace was a little out of it as she slowly woke back
up. Her legs were being held open. Even as she was
waking up fully, a long flat tongue licked hard up her
pussy from almost her anus up to her clit. "OH MY!" she
squealed in delight even as she hoped Grant wouldn't
notice how wet her vagina already was from her recent
orgasm. Grant pushed hard on her thighs, pushing her
legs up and lifting her ass off the bed. His tongue was
moving rapidly now, licking her like crazy. His tongue
was reaching her anus and instead of backing off, the
tip licked around the rim and pushed into her a little
before it slid back up to dip into her pussy. Instead of
repulsing her, it felt good, real good.
Grant had never gone down on her with such gusto before.
He was attacking her pussy like a man that actually
enjoyed going down on a woman. She was going to cum
again and that would make this the best sex of her life.
She'd never cum twice in one night before. "Oh god! Lick
me Grant. That's it baby. Eat me. Harder baby. YES!
Right there. That's it. That's it. CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!"
Candace was in heaven as her husband adjusted his heavy
massive body on the bed. His rock hard cock knocked on
her blonde pubes, trying to find its way into her pussy.
Grant was overeager tonight. He adjusted his body
backwards and the hard giant head of his penis was
pushing against her soaked pussy.
The pressure grew as the huge head pressed hard against
her labia, pushing her lips inwards. Her pussy started
opening for it. She had never had this much trouble
taking Grant before? Finally, she opened wide enough
that the big golf ball sized head entered her. God, he
felt huge! She was still fantasizing that she was
fucking Flex. No doubt his wrist thick shaft would be
pushing into her next and she was right. He was working
his big cock in and out of her as fast as he could,
lubricating every bit of it as he tried to push it
deeper and deeper. He wanted it as deep as it could go
before she came to her senses.
Candace for her part was helping him. Her mind was still
telling her this was a fantasy while her body was
pulling his cock in deeper. Her vagina was producing so
much lubrication she felt like she was peeing constantly
while her vaginal muscles were pulling inwards. Her ass
was bouncing upwards of it's on accord, raising into him
each time he thrust forwards. "There it is," said Flex's
deep voice as the tip of his cock knocked on her cervix.
"Oh my god, it's so big," she moaned. Not only had the
big cock pushed deeper then Grant had ever been, but it
was also stretching her wider then Grant's could. Plus,
Grant would have ejaculated a long time ago.
Large hands came down to engulf her entire breasts. He
squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Candace moaned,
squirming around the large cock impaling her.
He was still applying pressure to push it deeper. It
hurt a little pressing hard against her cervix, then a
little more as her cervix opened for him, and then it
was through the barrier and his cock slid the rest of
the way into her pussy. If that hurt, she didn't care
for she was too busy cumming all over his huge cock.
Candace arched her back up and reached out for the
chest. She ran her hands over the hard muscles, feeling
it ridge and outline. The same chest, she had rubbed
lotion on two days earlier. "Thank you," she gasped.
"Do you want me to take it out?" asked Flex, chuckling a
little.
"Hell no. I want you to fuck me," she told him.
***
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," replied John. He frowned. "My penis just
keeps popping out."
"Sorry," replied Marisa, feeling her face flush and
wishing she hadn't agreed to letting John make love to
her with the lights on. He'd been so sweet and excited
over her navel piercing that he wanted to look at the
green emerald while they had sex. He hadn't shown this
much enthusiasm for a long time and she felt guilty for
cheating on him. "Let me get on top."
John didn't reply, but he pulled out and quickly laid
next to her on the bed. Previous experience told them to
move fast because John's penis often went floppy quickly
when it wasn't inside her. It didn't this time, staying
hard as Marisa grabbed it and pulled it up as she
lowered her pussy over it. "You're so beautiful,"
groaned John, staring at her belly and heaving bosom. "I
love you," he told her emotionally.
"I love you too," replied Marisa. His penis seems so
small now, she thought. She tried to ride him, but just
as it had with him on top, his penis kept plopping out
of her. Finally, after his penis had fallen out for the
third time since she mounted him, Marisa just let it
ride. She slid her pussy along his shaft while he bucked
his hips. This wasn't unusual for them. It was their
normal method of birth control. John didn't like
condoms, so he always pulled out before he came and she
did the old camel toe slide along his penis until he
came on his belly. It actually felt quite good and
Marisa had gotten off a few times this way.
"Uunggh," he grunted, grabbing and squeezing her breasts
as he came.
Marisa felt the small penis bucking beneath her and knew
he was cumming. She pressed her pussy down hard into the
thin shaft and slid faster. She was still humping it,
wishing it might make her cum this time, but knowing it
was a futile wish. John's penis quickly shriveled
beneath her and John had to grab her hips to make her
slow down as his penis grew too sensitive.
Marisa leaned down to kiss her husband before
dismounting and going to the bathroom to clean off. She
returned with a tissue for him to clean up. She watched
him wipe up the semen from his belly and she couldn't
help wondering how such a small amount had managed to
make her pregnant with Jack. Speaking of Jack, she went
to check on the baby as John turned the light out and
went to sleep. She heard him snoring quickly thereafter.
Ejaculating tended to put John to sleep faster than any
sleeping pill and tonight was no exception. Jack was
sleeping peacefully.
She peaked out the window towards Flex's cabin. His
lights were out. Marisa was horny as hell and
desperately wanted to orgasm, but she fought the urge to
sneak over there for a quickie. She'd just made love to
her husband and it was her anniversary for Christ's
sake. She resolved to stay away from the black man that
night. She and Flex would be fucking for hours tomorrow
if she had her way.
She intended to enjoy his cock so much, she'd get it out
of her system for good and her life as a married mother
would return to normal just as soon as she got home. She
was going to suck his cock dry and even ask him to take
her in the ass again. After that, she wanted it in her
pussy as often as possible. She'd risk feeling his cock
squirting inside her one last day.
Thinking about tomorrow had her hornier than ever. She
still resolved to stay away tonight, but she didn't get
an urge to step outside for some fresh air. She grabbed
John's white tee shirt that she used as a nighty. Her
breasts stretched out the top and the hem stopped at mid
thigh. Wearing only that, she stepped outside for a
moment.
Two things surprised her as the night air hit her. The
first was that Grant was passed out on the picnic table.
He actually had the empty bottle of tequila tucked under
one arm like a caricature of a drunk. The other thing
that surprised her was the sounds of fucking coming from
Candace and Grant's cabin. Marisa felt her heart ache as
she tiptoed over towards the cabin. "Fuck me. Fuck me,"
moaned Candace from inside. "Fuck me with that big
cock."
"What kind of cock?"
"Your big cock. I love it. I love it."
"What kind of cock?"
Marisa mouthed the word "black" even as Candace said, "I
don't know what you mean. I'm sorry. Just don't stop
fucking me."
"Turn the light on, slut."
Marisa heard Candace gasp. No doubt the prissy blonde
had never been called a slut before. The snooping woman
was so close to the window, she could hear Candace
fumbling with the light switch on the lamp beside the
bed. The room was suddenly illuminated and Marisa
blinked, moving her eyes up to the blinds.
"This is so hot," moaned Candace, looking in awe at the
black man. Marisa had a full on side view. Flex was
kneeling on the bed, cupping Candace's long thin legs.
"No! No! Don't pull it out."
Flex pulled back his hips. Marisa saw his mighty cock
rear up over Candace's stomach. It was soaked and
glistened in the lamp light. Jealousy engulfed her and
at that moment she hated Candace. "What kind of cock?"
growled Flex.
Candace sat up. She reached out to touch the shiny dark
cock and rubbed her hand all over the slick shaft,
staring at it in reverence. "Black cock," she said. Flex
pulled his cock back through her hand. She grabbed the
head tightly. "Black cock," she said again. "And I know
where black cock goes." Candace bent the head down
towards the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me with your
black cock."
Despite her jealousy. It was beautiful watching them
fuck. Flex had opened a flood gate. Candace wouldn't
shut up about his black cock. "Big black cock. Black
cock so good. I love your black cock. I'm cumming all
over your black cock." Flex seemed to like it and fucked
her hard giving Candace the pummeling of her life.
Marisa decided her friend had cum at least three times
since the light came on. Her jealousy faded a little.
She almost felt happy for Candace to be experiencing sex
with Flex for the first time. Marisa's only fear was
that Flex might prefer the skinny blonde to herself.
"Black cock better than white cock."
"You're learning fast, slut," said Flex and Marisa swore
that Candace came hard again at being called a slut.
"But white boy's don't have cocks. They got little boy
penises. Real men got cocks. Black men. What do I got?"
"A big black cock," moaned Candace.
"And what does your husband have?"
"A little boy penis." Candace told him without
hesitation and Marisa mouthed those exact words along
with the blonde.
"That's a good little slut," growled Flex. "Your whore
talk is gonna get me off. I'm gonna seed that white
pussy good."
"YEESS!! Seed my white puss... NO! Wait, you're not
wearing a condom. I'm not on the pill."
Candace looked aghast and Marisa almost wished Flex
would knock her up. Candace was so hung up on her
career, the thought of pregnancy petrified her. Candace
didn't take birth control, Marisa seemed to remember
Candace complaining that she gained weight on the pill.
Poor Grant always wore a condom. As far as Marisa know,
Flex's might be the first bareback penis Candace had
ever taken. "Shut up and take my seed, slut."
Candace's look quickly went from horrified to amazement
as Flex slammed his hips forward and held his cock
still. "AaarrHRRRHHH!!!" cried Candace, her scream
growing as her orgasm grew. Marisa knew from experience
that the second that big black cock exploded inside your
womb, you started cumming and Candace was no different.
"CUM IN ME!" Marisa winced Candace was so loud. She
glanced over at Grant, but he was out like a light.
"Give me your black seed. SEED MY WHITE PUSSY!"
Flex ate this shit up and Marisa once again feared that
he might prefer Candace over her. The black man pulled
back. No doubt, he planned on marking his conquest. He
liked cumming on his women. His cock, hard and rampant
sprang up, shooting a load of semen from her breasts to
her belly. He sat up a little, jerking his cock.
More semen shot forth, falling across her face and
shooting all over her tits. Her milked a final large
rope of milky white sperm out onto Candace's cross just
as her had covered Marisa's anniversary pendant in cum.
He seemed to enjoy drowning out everything his women
stood for with his white semen.
"So good. So good," moaned Candace licking sperm from
around her lips while rubbing the semen he had sprayed
on her into her skin. "Your black cock felt so good. I
can't believe you came in me. I've never felt a man
squirt inside me before. Now that I've felt it, I like
it."
"Don't worry baby," said Flex, reassuring her. "I'm
fixed. My last baby practically walked out of Lola. She
made me have a vasectomy. I can cum in that pussy all
you want and you won't get knocked up."
"Really?" Candace's eyes were wide open. "Can... can...
can we do it again?"
"Why don't you mount this big boy now," he said, laying
beside her.
Candace quickly straddled him and raised his still erect
cock, lowering her pussy over it. Marisa was too shocked
from his statement. He had a vasectomy? Why hadn't he
told her? This was her worst possible time and she'd
been scared as hell that she'd be popping out a black
skinned baby sometime next year.
This meant she didn't have to get Flex out of her system
tomorrow and they could secretly get together as often
as possible.
"Black cock sooooo goooood," moaned Candace, finally
sitting in his lap and just enjoying the feeling of
being fully impaled on his cock. She ran her hands all
over his chest, loving the contrast between their skin
colors.
"Call me a nigger."
Candace looked horrified. "I can't do that!"
"Call me a nigger, slut. NOW!"
"You're a nigger."
"Now what kind of cock do you love best?"
"Your black cock, Flex." Candace ground her crotch into
his loving the feeling of being fully penetrated.
"Keep talking shit, girl, but I want you to use nigger
instead of black." Flex was caressing Candace's front
with his large black hands. He watched his dark black
hands slide down her waist to her hips over to her flat
belly and up to her breasts. "Now what kind of cock do
you love the best, Candy?"
"Nigger cock, Flex. I love big black nigger cocks. My
pussy... my white pussy loves being stuffed by big
nigger cocks. OH! Oh Fuck! I'm Cu-cumMMIINNGG!!" Candace
laid down on Flex and kissed him passionately. Outside,
Marisa watched the blonde trembling from an orgasm that
seemed to last for minutes. Clearly, Shane has a few
issues, thought Marisa as Candace slowly pushed herself
up of Flex's hard chest and started riding him again.
"No, that you know how good it is," said Flex reaching
up to squeeze her breasts. "You're not gonna tell nobody
about me and Marisa?"
Candace frowned. She didn't like his bringing up Marisa
when he was fucking her. Marisa outside the window did
like it. "Depends how well you fuck me with that big boy
doesn't it," said Candace slyly.
So this was what Flex meant when he'd told Marisa, that
he'd take care of it. His plan was to turn Candace into
as big a slut for his cock as Marisa had become. Marisa
sat outside and watched them fuck for a good forty
minutes longer. The sight was hypnotic and despite her
jealousy, she couldn't look away. Flex's cock seemed to
have set off some trigger deep in Candace's psyche. The
religious model rarely cursed in public or behaved in
anyway untoward, her makeup was perfect and she was
always impeccably dressed, but now that her makeup was
smeared and she was covered in Flex's sperm and now that
she was willingly cheating on Grant, she was babbling
like a low class whore.
She rode Flex's shaft hard, babbling about only giving
her white pussy to niggers from then on. Black cock
this, nigger cock that, yadda yadda. Flex ate it up and
seemed to really get off on it. He bucked his hips up
into her descending pussy. At times, Candace seemed to
cum so hard, she went comatose and Flex held her sides
as she went all limp, but he didn't stop fucking her.
Eventually, he rolled over on his side and had her get
on all fours. He quickly inserted his cock back in her
pussy and took over where he left off. Candace had quit
with her dirty sex talk by this point and just kept
squealing every time he buried his cock in her womb and
by now his thumb was pressing hard against her ass.
The pretty blonde recovered enough to moan, "Give me
your seed, nigger," as Flex slammed his crotch hard into
hers and pushed her head down hard on the pillow. He
didn't move his cock at all, letting every little bit of
his cum flood her womb. He grunted as his balls emptied.
***
Marisa was sitting on the picnic table when Flex walked
out of Grant and Candace's trailer. His face didn't
register surprise at seeing her, but hers did. He was
buck naked. His shorts were bunched under his arm.
Marisa still couldn't get over the size of his cock. It
was soft now, but didn't appear to have shrunk an inch.
His titanic black banana cock swung between his legs,
hanging down at least a foot from its root. He walked
over and set his clothes down on the picnic table.
"Candace won't be a problem," he said
"So I hear. It appears you turned her into a nigger
loving slut."
Flex grinned. He wrapped his big arms around Grant and
pulled the comatose husband off the bench. Grant was at
least 200lbs, but Flex had no trouble lifting him into
his arms. Grant remained passed out as Flex carried him
up to Grant's trailer and opened the door. Marisa heard
Flex and Candace talking before Flex reemerged and the
light went out inside the trailer.
"So, you gonna fuck the little slut again?"
"Don't be jealous," said Flex, sitting down in one of
the group's beach chairs. "There's plenty more for you.
Besides, Candace needed that. I've never seen a woman
more desperate for a good fucking then that slut. Grant
must really be a lame fuck. Shame, a body like Candace's
needs to be serviced regularly."
"Do you like her better than me?" Marisa felt tears
welling up in her eyes.
"Hell no. I prefer real women to skinny models. Isa, you
is built like a stripper. You should be on the pole with
that hot body."
"Thanks I think," she replied, genuinely happy. Marisa
was starting to take pride in her magnificent body.
She'd promised her husband that she'd dress to show off
her new navel piercing and the rest of her body. She
planned on keeping that promise. All John's friends
would see what a stacked hot wife he had. "We still on
for tomorrow then?"
"Yeah baby. Just you and me, fucking for hours. We're
gonna do it all tomorrow. I can't get enough of that
fine body."
Marisa flushed with pleasure. "So, am I better then
Candace?"
"Hard to say," he replied, laughing at her petulant
look. "Candy was good, but she forgot to clean my cock
off like a good little slut." He opened his legs. "Why
don't you do it?"
Marisa stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up
from the bench. He was staring at her intently. This was
some sort of test. If she refused, would he spend the
day with Candace tomorrow? She looked at his plump limp
cock dangling down between his legs. She couldn't see
anything on it in the semi-darkness, but undoubtedly it
was covered with both Flex's and Candace's cum. She fell
to her knees several feet from the black man and crawled
the rest of the way between his legs.
Marisa kissed and nuzzled his cock, licking the head
before bending down and taking it in her mouth. It was
easy in its softened state. She looked up at him
quizzically. "Even I have my limits," said Flex. "Don't
worry, it'll be fully charged for you tomorrow after I
get a good night's sleep."
Marisa sucked on the limp end and it did plump up a
little under her ministrations. Her belly growled in
disappointment. She didn't want to just clean his cock
off, she wanted a load of his cum in her belly. Marisa
sucked harder, but there was little change. Finally, she
let his limp cock fall from her mouth. It was clean now,
but she wasn't ready to give up. "I'm in love Flex," she
told him, still nuzzling his cock.
He sighed. "Here we go." Flex acted like he'd heard
those words a hundred times before. He grimaced as he
looked down at her. "We just fuck buddies, Isa. Don't
fall for me."
Now it was her turn to look exasperated. "I'm not in
love with you. You're a jerk." She smiled up at him as
he looked down at her in shock. She kissed his cock
head. "I'm in love with your big nigger cock." Success!
It swelled and rose a little. "I loved your big black
nigger cock the moment I saw it." His shaft was sticking
straight out now. She licked the side. "The moment I had
that nigger cock in my married white pussy, I became a
slut for it. I'd do anything for your big black nigger
cock, Flex." It was sticking straight up now. Marisa
attacked it, sucking the head in her mouth and rapidly
swallowing as much of his shaft as she could.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, sitting
back and opening his legs wider as he enjoyed his blow
job. "You know how to treat nigger cock, Isa," he said
as she swallowed his entire shaft down her throat. He
sat up and leaned forward. His hand grabbed the back of
her tee shirt and pulled it up.
She felt the cool night air on her bare ass and then on
her back. He bunched the shirt up just under her
shoulders and reached under her to squeeze her dangling
breasts. "I'm in love too," he said. "I love these big
ol lily white titties of yours." He squeezed her breasts
up to the nipples and then pinched her hard
protuberances. Milk squirted down onto the sand.
Marisa moaned around a mouth stuffed full of cock. Ever
since getting pregnant, her breasts were extra sensitive
and seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. Milk
wasn't the only thing dripping to the sand. Her arousal
was leaking from her pussy and dripping down her clit.
She wanted him in her again, but she wanted to taste his
sperm too. She could taste his semen now, but it was old
from his time with Candace, not the same as when his
cock was pumping her mouth full of his hot seed. She
could taste something else too and it could only have
been Candace's pussy juices and cum. It didn't taste bad
and she wouldn't have cared anyway. She wanted his cock
in her mouth and it wouldn't have mattered how bad it
tasted.
Even if he hadn't showered in a week, she'd still be
down on all fours cleaning off his funky tasting cock
for him. She wasn't lying when she said, she loved it.
She wasn't lying when she said he was a jerk either. She
was lying when she said she didn't love him. She told
him that yesterday in the throes of an orgasm. Her
feelings were growing for Flex every time they got
together. She didn't know if she'd ever love him as much
as she loved John and Jack, but she did love him.
"Here it cums, baby," he grunted.
Candace nodded. She could tell. His cock was swelling up
even bigger. She pulled back until only the head was in
her mouth and she used both hands to jerk the shaft as
rapidly as she could. His hot seed struck the back on
her uvula. It sprayed across her tongue and she
shuddered in delight, loving the taste of his sperm.
Flex really was spent as this load didn't even
completely fill her mouth. She rolled it around on her
tongue before lovingly swallowing it while jerking the
last few drops out onto her tongue.
"Awesome, baby," growled Flex.
"Thanks." Marisa put her hands on his knees and pushed
herself to her feet. Flex sprang into action and leaned
forward, planting kisses on both nipples before she
managed to step back and pull the tee shirt down. He
laughed and sat back in the chair. "You sure, you're
going to be up for some more fun tomorrow?" she asked,
looking down at the spent cock.
"It hasn't let me down yet," he replied.
"Good," she nodded. "Cause I want to suck your big
nigger cock one more time." Marisa straddled his legs
and sat down in his lap. "And I want to feel your big
nigger cock shoved up my ass again." Marisa squealed as
she felt his cock harden between her legs. "And I want
at least two more loads of nigger sperm in my married
white pussy." She leaned forwards and was surprised when
he parted his lips for a kiss. They kissed passionately,
tongue dueling. "You don't mind kissing me after I just
sucked your cock," she whispered, teasingly.
"If you don't mind kissing me after I tongued Candace's
pussy and ass hole earlier," he replied.
"Ass!" Marisa fake slapped him, then kissed him again.
When she dismounted, his cock was half hard and dripping
with her own juices from where she had straddled it.
"Tomorrow, my love," she told his cock.
***
"Rise and Shine," yelled Flex, banging on Grant and
Candace's door before moving on to Marisa and John's.
"Wakey, wakey."
"What's up?" asked Marisa, sticking her head out the
door. She was already awake with the baby. John was in
the shower.
"Dayumn gurl," said Flex, looking her up and down. "You
look fine."
"You bet she does," agreed John, coming out of the
bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked at his
wife appreciatively. Marisa was wearing a two piece
green dress. It had spaghetti straps around the
shoulders, showed off her ample cleavage, and stopped
halfway down her ribcage to show off her sexy stomach
and newly pierced navel. The skirt matched and stopped
several inches above the knee. "What's up?" asked John
moving beside his wife.
"I bought you guys an anniversary gift. Just a little
something to say I appreciate your friendship."
"Nice of you, Flex, but what is it?" asked John.
"I chartered a boat to take you out diving to a reef."
John's eyes widened. "That sounds awesome."
Candace stepped out of her trailer. Marisa's eyes
focused on her jealously. The model was wearing one of
her smaller bikinis. The top squeezed her breasts
together to give her cleavage. The bottom was a full
panty, but it was skimpy and low cut. It was so low,
Marisa was surprised that the tops of her pubes hadn't
popped out. She was also wearing eyeliner and makeup.
Candace looked like she was ready for a photo shoot.
"What's going on?" she asked, moving up next to Flex and
standing so close, their skin almost touched. "I can't
get Grant out of bed."
"I chartered a boat for John and Isa's anniversary. You
and Grant too. You know I don't like being stuck out on
a boat, so I'm just gonna take a bike ride around Key
West, but I hope you guys have a great time."
"I'm sure we will," said John excitedly.
"I don't know honey," said Marisa, frowning. "I don't
want to have the baby out in the hot sun on the open
water. Me neither for that matter. You know my skin."
"You're right. Thanks Flex, but I guess we shouldn't
go," said John, looking disappointed.
"Don't worry about me John. I'll take Jack into Key West
and we can go shopping. I want you to go and have a good
time."
Flex looked sad. "Sorry Isa. I guess I wasn't thinking.
John, you gotta go. The charter boat captain guarantees
seeing rays, some sharks, and the reef even has a
resident turtle."
"Wow!" said John. He looked over at his wife.
"I said go," argued Marisa. "Honestly, I'd be thrilled
to spend some time alone with Jack playing tourist and
shopping.
Grant stumbled out of his house. He was wearing only
shorts. His hair was disheveled and he had a five
o'clock shadow. "Oh god," he groaned. "Somebody turn the
sun off." He pulled some shades out of his pants pocket
and put them on to cover his eyes. "What's all the
noise?"
Flex filled Grant in on the boating trip and he perked
up a little. "What about gear?"
"It's covered in the charter. Now the boat leaves in an
hour so get moving.
The group began gathering their things together. Marisa
was helping, but Jack suddenly got hungry and she had to
pause to feed him. John apologized profusely, telling
Marisa what a wonderful wife she was. He left her breast
feeding Jack and joined Candace in Grant's car. Flex
climbed on his motorcycle to lead them to the marina.
Soon they were off.
Twenty minutes later, Flex was carrying Grant's cooler
onto the boat. Candace was standing on the dock watching
the men work. The charter captain, an old Cuban, was
eyeing the blonde with delight. He usually didn't go out
cruising with women of her caliber. Grant groaned as the
boat rocked. "I swear Flex, I think you got me drunk on
purpose last night just so I'd be miserable on this
boat."
Flex threw back his head and laughed. "I can honestly
swear I didn't get you drunk last night so that you'd be
miserable today." The big black man turned and winked at
Candace. "Now if you guys are ready, I'll be off." He
went and straddled his bike. "Have fun." Flex started
the engine and roared off.
Candace watched him go. There he goes, she thought. No
doubt, he's going to give that big breasted whore a good
fuck. Well I could use a good fuck too. Candace turned
to her husband. "Grant, honey. This isn't really my
thing you know."
"I know honey," said Grant. "I appreciate you being so
understanding and all."
"Well then, would you mind if I skipped out and joined
Marisa?"
"No, not at all. That is if you're sure. I will miss
you."
"No you won't. You're going to be in the water the whole
time, with that underwater digital camera of yours
taking pictures and all I'd do is lay out on the deck
and tan."
Grant looked sheepish. John jumped in. "Actually, I'd be
happier knowing someone else was there to keep an eye on
Marisa."
"I'll be happy to and I can help her with Jack. I
enjoyed babysitting the other night."
They said their goodbyes. Candace kissed Jack while the
old Cuban looked crestfallen to lose such a beautiful
passenger. Candace waited on the dock until the boat
pulled away and cleared some cypress trees with some
pelicans in it entering the channel. Then she turned and
hurried to her car. She hoped to intercept Flex before
he got to Marisa. She wanted his nigger cock in her
pussy as soon as possible.
***
Flex's motorcycle roared up and cut off by his trailer.
He looked around, but didn't see Marisa anywhere. He
opened the door and stepped into his trailer and froze
with delight. The stunning pale skinned red head was
laying naked on his bed. "Baby's napping," she told him,
nodding towards the baby monitor. "Let's hurry before he
wakes up."
Flex's clothes were off in a second. He pulled his
trunks down. He wasn't wearing his workout briefs. His
cock was already springing up ready for action.
"Looks like that night's sleep worked," said Marisa,
staring hungrily at his cock. She leaned up as he walked
over to her, bending down to take his cock in her mouth.
Once it was good and wet, she grabbed the mammoth member
and guided it towards her hungry pussy. She rubbed the
head along her slit and pulled him forwards. "Give me
that big black nigger cock."
Flex growled and pushed forwards. It still took a bit
for her pussy to give in to the pressure and open for
the large purplish cock head, but it did and his cock
slipped inside. He hunched over her then kissed her,
pushing her back onto the bed.
Flex fell on top of her, his powerful body embracing
hers. He worked the end of his cock around in her pussy,
pushing it deeper and deeper as he bent over her to kiss
her. His fingers pinched her nipple as he slowly began
fucking her. Marisa had her first orgasm of the day when
his cock bottomed out in her pussy. "I love your cock so
much," she moaned, kissing his neck.
"I know," he replied.
"Why didn't you tell me you had a vasectomy. I've been
scared to death you might have knocked me up."
"Yet you kept right on fucking me."
"I couldn't resist after the first time. It feels so
good when you cum in me."
"It's hotter when you think there's a risk. How did it
feel knowing that I might be planting a black baby in
that belly?"
"Hot," she agreed, writhing beneath him. "Scary, but
hot."
"It is hot, Isa. Think how good looking our child would
be. "I wish I could put a black baby in you." Flex
lifted his upper torso off the bed with his strong arms.
He started working his cock in and out of her faster.
Marisa's hip immediately leaped up into his thrusts. "I
wish you could to."
"Then I'm gonna do it, Isa. I'm gonna put a nigger baby
in your belly."
"Do it," she hissed. "Seed me." God, it was hot. "Plant
your nigger baby in my womb, you big black stud."
"Here it cums, slut," he growled. "Here comes my seed."
"Do it! Seed me now!" Marisa grabbed his back so hard,
she pulled herself off the bed just as Flex buried his
cock in her to the root and the first strong load of his
ejaculate started filling her womb. "AH AH AARRGGHH!!"
she screamed as she came. This time was different as
Flex didn't yank his cock out to shoot a few wads across
her belly or chest like he seemed to enjoy. This time,
he just held his cock still to make sure she got every
last drop of his seed planted in her womb.
His cock wasn't moving in and out of her, but she could
still feel it bucking inside her, each leap sending more
of his seed deep into her fertile womb. Each jerk of his
cock seemed to prolong her own orgasm. Marisa grew weak
and couldn't cling to him any longer. She dropped off
his chest and fell to the bed.
He lowered himself on top of her so that his cock didn't
move much out of her pussy. When he was finally done
ejaculating, her womb felt bloated it was so full of
semen. Still Flex didn't remove his cock. He held it
buried in her, plugging her full of his sperm. He was
playing their little game of pretend impregnation to the
maximum. When finally He started withdrawing his cock,
her womb contracted as it pushed some of the sperm out.
Marisa sighed in relief. Her head turned looking around
Flex. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed.
Flex looked over his shoulder. "What are you doing
here?"
Candace stared at them from Flex's doorway. "I told the
guys that I was going to go shopping with Marisa," she
exclaimed watching Flex slowly back off the red head.
His cock was still a rock hard monster. Now it was shiny
and wet in its rampant state. Marisa's pussy was a
gaping hole, slowly turning white as his semen began
flooding from her well fucked pussy. "I was hoping for
some more of that," she said, nodding towards Marisa's
sperm filled vagina.
Flex approached the lovely blonde. "Well you're in luck
then," he said, grabbing the back of her neck. He pushed
her forwards. "That's still fresh." Flex pushed Candace
down towards Marisa's pussy.
"Flex what are you...?" asked Marisa in shock as her
friend's head was suddenly buried in her pussy. "AAHH!"
she squealed as she felt Candace's tongue began lapping
up sperm. "Candace?" she asked in alarm, but her only
reply was a moan of contentment and Candace's tongue
flickering between the folds of her labia before moving
up to flicker over her distended clitoris. Of its own
volition, Marisa's crotch started lifting up into
Candace's tongue.
Candace licked Flex's sperm from Marisa's pussy as
rapidly as she could and the river of semen was turning
from a flicker to a flood. Marisa's pussy had kept it
hot and it tasted good and fresh. She worked her fingers
into Marisa's pussy while sucking the red head's rather
large bloated clitoris between her lips. Marisa, to
Candace's intense satisfaction, had a large orgasm, her
contractions forcing more sperm from her pussy. Isa even
had one hand in Candace's blonde hair pulling her face
deeper into her needy pussy.
Neither Flex nor Marisa knew it, but this wasn't
Candace's first time between a woman's legs. Candace had
an encounter with her college roommate. Candace had
woken from a deep sleep to find her roommate between her
legs one night. It was too late for Candace to stop her
and her roommate quickly brought her to orgasm. She then
taught Candace how to please a woman and Candace had
enjoyed giving as well as receiving so much, she feared
she might be a lesbian. Both her parents and her
religion taught that homosexuality was a sin, so Candace
told her roommate that it was only a onetime thing.
They did it twice more. The next time Candace got so
drunk at a party, her roommate had no trouble getting
her into bed a second time. Their last encounter,
Candace had been drunk again and horny. That time, she
initiated the sex, kissing her startled roommate smack
on the lips in the middle of a room full of delighted
frat boys. The two women ran from the party and soon
found themselves in the sixty-nine position on Candace's
bed. There were no more encounters, but Candace often
dreamed about her ex-roommate and sometimes other women
including other models she worked with and often Marisa.
In her dreams, she was often the man shoving his spear
into the woman. Sometime when making love to Grant, she
even fantasized that she was her husband. Now, years
later, Candace found herself between Marisa's legs,
looking up her sexy white undulating belly to her
magnificent milk-laden breasts and her beautiful face
moaning in ecstasy and Candace realized she was fully
bisexual.
Flex was pleasantly surprised to see Candace give in to
going down on her friend so quickly. Women usually did
what he said in the long run, but not only had Candace
gone down without argument, but she appeared to be good
at it. Marisa had looked on in horror at first, but now
her entire body was writhing sinuously under Candace's
skillful ministrations.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, pulling
Candace's bikini bottoms down her ass and legs to the
floor. He stepped behind her and lined his black cock up
with Candace's pussy. It was soaking wet and looked
ready for him as he pushed his cock into her.
Candace grunted, her face pushing hard into Marisa's
pussy. He reached up and untied the string around her
neck. Candace's bikini top fell to the floor leaving her
as naked as Marisa. He grabbed her hips and began
fucking her pussy from behind. He looked at his friend's
two wives. This wasn't his first threesome, nor even his
second or third, but he couldn't recall ever having two
hotter women before. This was going to be a good day.
Marisa came hard in Candace's face. "No more," she
whispered. Her genitals had turned so sensitive they
couldn't take much more. Now, with Flex behind Candace
fucking her steadily, Candace's tongue was pushing deep
inside Marisa's pussy with each pounding of Flex's cock.
"No more," she said, louder.
Candace heard her this time. She raised her head out of
Marisa's pussy. Marisa saw that the pretty blonde's
mouth and chin were soaked. She looked up at Flex. He
winked at her. She looked back down at Candace. Grant's
wife appeared drunk with pleasure. Her eyes were lidded
and she had a dull smile on her face. Candace bent her
head down and kissed the red patch of pubic hair between
Marisa's legs.
Flex's thrusts were pushing the blonde forwards. Candace
licked and kissed under Marisa's belly button and then
kissed her navel itself, putting her lips right on the
green emerald. Her mouth and tongue moved up Marisa's
rib cage to her swollen breasts and erect nipples.
Marisa moaned as Candace took a hard nipple into her
mouth. The red head felt milk spray from her breasts
into Candace's mouth. This only encouraged Candace to
suck harder.
Marisa groaned and placed her hand in Candace's hair,
holding her to her breast, though her head was thrust
forward with each stab of Flex's cock. Marisa had never
fantasized about a woman or even dreamed she'd ever be
doing something like this, but pleasure was pleasure and
Candace knew what she was doing. Their soft bodies felt
good smashed together. It wasn't long before Flex had
pushed Candace fully on top of Marisa. Their heights
were close to each other.
Flex's heavy testicles began slapping against Marisa's
pussy as he fucked Candace. The blonde brought her lips
down to Marisa's. Marisa fought it at first, keeping her
lips tightly closed, but she gave in, opening her mouth
and letting Candace's tongue inside to duel with her own
tongue. Just as Candace was cumming, Marisa had a small
orgasm as Flex's balls kept smacking her sensitive labia
and clitoris. He'd just managed to get two women off at
the same time.
Flex saw them kissing. It was too much for the black
man. "Here it comes Candy. I'm gonna seed that pussy
good."
Candace had been softly moaning as she passionately
kissed Marisa. Her moans grew. Marisa opened her eyes to
see that Candace's eyes were wide open. Candace sucked
Marisa's lower lip into her mouth and softly screamed in
delight. Marisa felt hot fluid dripping onto her crotch
from Candace's pussy. Candace suddenly arched her back,
releasing Marisa's lips and cried, "Give me your nigger
cumMING! AAAHHH!" She buried in head in the pillow next
to Marisa's head.
Marisa watched Flex over Candace's shoulder. The black
man's cock appeared, rampant and swollen in all its
glory rising up above Candace's ass. She watched the eye
open and a long string of his white sperm shot forth
from the head. Marisa closed her eyes just as the end of
the strand fell down on her forehead and across her
face. Another strand fell on her lips and Flex's grunts
assured her that even more of his semen was covering
Candace's back.
Marisa's tongue came out to lick the sperm around her
mouth. She raised her hand to wipe some semen off her
eyelids before she could open them again. Flex pushed
the two women apart and then laid down between them.
They both leaned into him, their naked bodies pressed
into his, their hands feeling his huge chest as they
came down from their orgasmic high.
After a short rest, Candace's stomach growled. "Hungry?"
asked Flex. "Why don't you go down and rustle up some
black sausage to eat."
"Yum," she purred, "Gladly." Candace kissed down the
black man's chest, moving her lips towards his giant
cock.
"You too, Isa," he said.
"Yes, Flex," she replied.
Marisa moved her body down to the foot of the bed and
sidled up next to Candace. The blonde had the tip of
Flex's cock in her mouth and it was rejuvenating
rapidly. Candace grabbed the base and pushed his cock up
so that she could move her mouth down to lick his balls.
Marisa saw her opportunity and leaned over to suck on
the end of Flex's cock.
For the next twenty minutes, the two married women
shared the thirteen inch black cock between them. Marisa
was slightly miffed that Candace had joined them, she
had wanted Flex all to herself for most of the day and
she hadn't wanted to share sucking on his cock with
anyone, but she had to admit, Candace was very generous
with it. The blonde would suck on it, taking his shaft
deep down her throat and then pull it free of her mouth,
aiming the huge cock over to Marisa who then mirrored
what Candace had been doing.
During one of Marisa's turns, she had managed to swallow
the whole shaft to the root, when she felt one of
Candace's fingers teasing her pussy. Candace proceeded
to finger her for a good five minutes while Marisa
bobbed her head over Flex's shaft. She began to choke
and needed a break so Marisa quit sucking and pointed
the enormous cock over towards Candace. Marisa then
decided to return the favor and moved her fingers over
to Candace's pussy.
She'd never done anything like this before, but then
this weekend had been full of first time experiences.
The heat and wetness of Candace's pussy surprised the
red headed woman. Candace seemed thrilled to have Marisa
fingering her and humped Marisa's fingers like wild
until she actually had a small orgasm that was still
strong enough to make her gag on Flex's cock.
"Gonna cum, girls," groaned Flex.
Candace had just passed his cock back to Marisa. Marisa
started bobbing her head faster knowing her reward was
coming. She could feel the giant shaft hardening and the
head was swelling as his orgasm approached. She pulled
her head back wanting his load in her mouth. Candace had
one hand on his shaft jerking it as fast as she could so
Marisa used her hands to fondle his balls.
Flex's cock erupted.
Candace waited until Marisa's cheeks bulged out before
she yanked his cock over to her own mouth. It erupted
between the two women before the head found its way into
Candace mouth and continued ejaculating across her
tongue. She swallowed two loads before Marisa had
managed to wrap her hands around the shaft and pulled it
free. His cock cleared Candace's mouth and blew a load
in her face before Marisa had gotten her lips around the
head.
Candace pulled it back, but Marisa fought her this time.
They ended up cheek to cheek while Flex's cock shot it's
last three wads into both their faces. Finally, Candace
relaxed and Marisa leaned forward to lick the remaining
cum off his cock head. Candace was generous again,
jerking his shaft so that a few more squirts of his seed
filled Marisa's mouth.
Candace bent down and licked his shaft while Marisa
didn't want to relinquish the head. Candace licked
upwards forcing Marisa to back off a little. They ended
up sharing the head, both their tongues licking the
swollen black helmet. Their tongues danced around each
other and then they were kissing again while Flex's cock
head bobbed beside their cheeks. The kiss was passionate
and only broken when Candace pulled back to lick some of
the sperm from Marisa's nose and then her cheeks and
lips. Marisa did the same, cleaning Candace's face with
her tongue. Flex's sperm was now cold, but it was still
good.
"Why don't you two get cleaned up," said Flex. "You can
use my shower."
"Alright," said Marisa. "You can go first Candace."
"It'll be quicker if we shower together, said Candace
pulling Marisa to her feet and towards the bathroom.
Candace grabbed a bar of soap and started running it all
over Marisa's body the second they were under the hot
water. The shower was tight and the women were forced to
press their bodies together. Candace's hard nipples were
pushing against Marisa's. Marisa still wasn't bi or gay,
but the physical contact was nice. Candace's soft
feminine body felt good to touch and caress. This time
Marisa pulled her tight and kissed her. Candace moaned
from the passion of Marisa's kiss. Their lips parted.
"Please say we can get together again for some more
fun?" Candace's eyes pleaded with her.
"I-I'd like that," said Marisa.
"Thank you," said Candace kissing her. "Maybe a girls
only weekend. Just you and me." She kissed her again. "I
can bring a big dildo." She kissed her again. "I'll get
a big strap on black dildo." She kissed her. "Maybe I
could fuck you with it."
Marisa was shocked by how kinky Candace was turning out
to be. She pictured the gorgeous blonde kneeling between
her legs with a plastic black cock that looked just like
Flex's strapped to her pussy. "Maybe," she said,
thinking about it.
The curtain pulled open. "I wanna watch this," said
Flex, standing in the doorway.
Candace slipped behind Marisa so that the red head was
facing Flex. She reached around the new mother and
cupped Marisa's breasts. "You like these big white
breasts?" asked Candace before kissing Marisa's neck.
"I sure do," said Flex, approvingly.
"And these big hard nipples?" Candace pinched and tugged
on Marisa's nipples. A little milk came out, but Flex
couldn't notice through the shower spray. "Is your big
nigger cock getting hard again looking at this white
body?" Candace ran the palm of one hand down Marisa's
smooth pale white body and across her sexy belly. Her
fingers ran across Marisa's red pubic hairs, now darker
from being wet. "And this hot pussy?" Marisa gasped as
Candace's fingers slipped over her clit. "I see your big
nigger cock is ready!"
Flex's cock was sticking straight out again. "Get your
white asses back on the bed, sluts," he ordered.
Marisa and Candace stepped out of the shower. They dried
each other off. They were heading back to the bed where
Flex was lying, holding his cock up when Jack started
crying through the baby monitor. "Shit!" said Marisa.
"He's hungry." She bent down to get her dress.
"Leave it," ordered Flex. "I want you to stay naked."
"But?" Marisa looked at him. His expression was serious.
She opened the door and peered out. Their trailers were
arranged in little cul-de-sacs and no one would see her.
"Alright," she said, flicking the switch on the baby
monitor so that they could have a two way conversation
if need be. She slipped out the door, feeling the hot
sun strike her bare skin.
Her fair white skin hadn't tanned despite wearing little
but the small bikini all weekend, but then she was
diligent with her sunscreen. The sun had brought out
some freckles though. They were appearing on her cheeks
and the tops of her breasts. She walked nude from Flex's
cabin, past the grill, the picnic table and up to her
trailer.
Jack reached for her breasts the moment she picked him
up. He needed changing too, but for now he was just
hungry. She flickered a nipple across his lips until he
latched on and started sucking.
"WHOA!" The sound came from the monitor and Marisa
glanced at it.
"Wrong hole," came Candace's voice.
"Shut up," said Flex.
"You're too big for that," complained Candace.
"Isa took me, you can too."
"Jesus, just go easy ok? Aargh!! OHGOD! It hurts!"
"You ain't a true slut until you've had a nigger cock in
every hole, Candy."
Marisa listened intently as Flex broke Candace's ass in.
She was jealous again as she'd wanted to experience anal
sex one more time. She did take some pride in the fact
that Candace was having a harder time taking the thick
shaft, but then her ass was a lot bonier then Marisa's.
It took awhile, but the sobs and groans were turning to
moans.
"Fuck." Marisa had to crane her neck to hear as
Candace's words were so soft. "Fuck. Fuck. Do it. Fuck
my ass. FUCK MY ASS! Shove that big nigger cock deep. I
fucking love it. Fuck my white ass with that big black
cock."
Marisa changed Jack. He reached back up for her nipple,
but his attempts were half hearted and his eyes were
lidded. "I'm a true slut now, Flex. I've taken you in
every hole and I like it. I'm your slut. Keep fucking
your white slut's ass." SLAP "Spank your slut, nigger."
SLAP "OHGOD" SLAP "Spank my slut ass, master." SLAP
Marisa fixed the diaper. Jack was asleep. She put him
back down in the playpen and boldly walked naked across
the yard. She opened the door to Flex saying, "Here it
comes, slut."
"Fill my ass with your nigger cum, master," screamed
Candace.
Marisa stared at the couple. Candace's ass cheeks were
now bright red. The black man had nearly eight inches of
cock buried into her ass. Flex had his eyes closed and
was gritting his teeth, clearly cumming. As was his
habit, he pulled back and yanked his cock out. The
rampant shaft sprang up and launched a long string of
semen from the back of Candace's blonde hair down to the
small of her back and onto her ass cheeks.
He jerked a few more strands out and then collapsed on
the bed. Candace fell on her arms, ass sticking up in
the air. Marisa noticed she had one hand between her
legs and was slowly diddling her clit as Flex's sperm
started welling up in her ass to trickle down to her
pussy and fingers.
"I'm about spent, ladies," said the exhausted black man.
Marisa walked over to the bed. "One more time," she
said, straddling him. His cock hadn't shrunk yet and she
lifted it up lowering her needy pussy over it. "I want
you in me one more time."
"Jesus Isa," he groaned. "I'm only human."
"No you're not," she replied, riding him. "You're a god.
Let me worship your black cock with my white pussy,
master."
"FUCK!" he groaned, slamming his hips up into her
descending pussy. "Now that's what I'm talkin about."
Marisa rode him hard, leaning forwards so that he could
wrap his black lips around her erect nipples. "I want
your black seed in my womb again," she moaned. "I want
your nigger cum. Give me your cum, master."
"You'll get it slut," he growled. Flex's eyes suddenly
widened in surprise. "That's it lick my balls."
Marisa glanced behind her. Candace had moved over and
had her face down on the bed, licking Flex's splayed out
scrotum. She licked and kissed up the base of Flex's
shaft. Marisa leaned forwards, burying her boobs in
Flex's face. The tip of his cock was spreading her pussy
lips out as she slowly fucked just the tip. She felt
Candace's tongue between her ass cheeks and then her
tongue was sliding across the exposed part of Flex's
cock head and Marisa's labia. The tongue teased her,
moving out of the way when Marisa started riding Flex
again. Candace's tongue moved up between her ass cheeks,
teasing her anus. Both Flex and Marisa groaned.
Marisa slammed her pussy down over Flex's cock, grinding
their crotches together. Then she leaned forward and
teased him again, fucking just the tip. Candace's tongue
returned to their conjoined crotches, licking off their
combined juices. This went on for awhile. Marisa had
several orgasms. "More Flex. More. Please tell me we can
fuck again."
"We'll fuck again. I plan of fucking both of ya whenever
I can."
"I'm your slut, Flex," screamed Marisa. She came hard,
collapsing on his crotch.
"Prepare to get seeded, slut." He still needed a few
more strokes to get it out, but Marisa had collapsed. He
lifted her up easily, bucking his hips up into her.
"All of it," she whispered in his ear. "I want every
last drop inside me."
Marisa got her wish. He came and she had one final giant
orgasm as she felt him seeding her pussy with his sperm.
He should have been drained dry by this point, but it
still felt like he was hosing her insides with a
gallon's worth of semen. She had the fleeting thought
that she should thank god that he's had a vasectomy for
he surely would have impregnated her this weekend if he
hadn't. But she also knew that she was hooked. Even if
he were fertile, she would have kept right on fucking
him. The pleasure of fucking him bareback and feeling
his ejaculate in her womb was worth any consequences.
Marisa collapsed on his chest.
Marisa came to her senses. She was laying on his hard
chest, his plump cock still in her, but it had gone
soft. Candace had sidled up next to Flex and was cradled
in his arm. Marisa sat up a little, arching her back and
Flex's lips quickly found her right nipple. He started
licking and sucking her erect nipple, her milk squirting
in his mouth. She was surprised when Candace joined him.
The blonde also wrapped her lips around Marisa's left
nipple and started sucking. She moaned and started
shaking.
Flex's cock still stuffed her pussy though it had gone
soft. She couldn't help herself. The pleasure from
having her pussy stuffed full of cock, from the pleasure
radiating out from her sensitive nipples, and the sheer
relief she was feeling in her breasts and the pressure
from all her milk abated had her cumming one last time.
Flex and Candace sensed she was done and they both
released her nipples, their heads falling back on the
pillows. Marisa wriggled herself free. His cock plopped
out, followed by a flood of his semen. She rolled off
him and snuggled up in his other arm. She and Candace
ran their hands lovingly all over his hard chest.
"I could use another load," purred Candace, fondling his
cock. It hung limp over her hand. It was still thirteen
inches long and as thick as her wrist, but it was soft
as a noodle, wet and sticky from all his and Marisa's
cum.
"Enough ladies," he said. "I'm spent. You drained my
balls dry with that last fuck, Isa."
"My pleasure," she moaned. "And I mean that."
"Besides, you need to go get cleaned up to go pick up
your husbands."
"When can we fuck again?" asked Candace.
"Me too."
"I'll come by when I can. I can probably visit you Isa
about once a month. You're a little more out of the way.
Candy."
"Damn! What about next month? Aren't Grant and John
going fishing for a weekend?"
"Yeah, they invited me, but I got a competition." Flex
sighed.
Candace and Marisa were both running their hands over
the black man's bulging muscular chest. Candace slid her
hand over to Marisa's and held it. "Maybe we can get
together that weekend?"
"Alright," said Marisa, feeling Candace squeeze her hand
in response. They continued to hold hands.
"I don't think I can live with seeing you only once a
month." Marisa kissed one of his muscles.
"Me neither. I need you now." Candace kissed him too.
"My oh my," he said. "I got a couple of addicts on my
hands."
"Once you've had Flex..." reminded Marisa.
Flex chuckled. "If you need it that bad, you might want
to think about spreading them legs for some other niggas
then."
"You're not suggesting?" Candace asked.
"I am. Now there's no other niggas out there like me,
but if either of you know any brothers, big build, big
feet, acting like the own everything. They'll take care
of those horny white pussies for ya."
"There's this lawyer at the office," said Marisa. She
was a legal aid in a law firm, but was on extended
maternity leave. She and John were working out whether
or not she should resign entirely and be a stay at home
mom or send Jack to daycare.
"Is he a big guy?"
"He's big, ex-pro football player. Good looking too, but
he's almost sixty. He's a real flirt with all the ladies
even though he's married. He's come on to me a couple
times, but I thought it was unprofessional."
"You should fuck him," said Flex.
"No, I couldn't," she replied. Maybe. I have his number.
Could I? He'd be discreet.
"You're lucky Marisa," laughed Candace. "The only big
black guy I know works for the agency and he's no
model."
"What is he?" asked Flex.
"He does odd jobs for us. I think he's got a mild case
of Downs. The agency hired him through some firm that
seeks to place handicapped people. He's huge and does a
lot of heavy lifting and some janitorial work. I don't
know if he's even ever had sex."
"There's a brother that needs some white pussy bad
then."
"Probably, but he's not very good looking and he's in
his fifties."
"Fuck him anyway," said Flex.
"I'll wait for you," she replied, but Candace was
already thinking about the janitor. He was an all around
big guy. Gentle as a rabbit, but he was huge. He had a
big head, thick neck, big arms, and Candace was sure he
would have something big under his work trousers too.
Marisa broke her grip with Candace's hand and slid hers
down Flex's stomach to his penis. She hefted the thick
slab of dark meat. "You sure you've had enough?" she
asked, stroking his cock.
"Hey! If that thing gets hard, it's my turn," complained
Candace.
Flex's cock did seem to plump up a little, but it didn't
harden. "See, I guess I'm just a man after all," he
said.
"Yeah, but you're a real man with a real man's cock and
you know how to use it," sighed Marisa. Jack started
crying through the monitor.
"You call this a real man?" asked Candace. "Why he's
only managed to get it up five times today and he's only
managed to satisfy two women. A real man would be good
for another dozen or so times."
"You want me to spank that white ass again?" asked Flex.
"Maybe," giggled Candace.
"I'd better go," said Marisa as Jack's cries grew
louder. "I need to clean up and I think the baby's going
to be active for awhile."
"You better go too Candy," said Flex. "The boat should
be docking soon and Grant and John will need a lift
back.
Candace stood and retrieved her bikini. Both women were
still messy and needed showers. Neither dressed not
wanting to mess up their clothes. Marisa opened the door
and peeked out to make sure no one was around. "Girls,"
said Flex before they left. They turned to look at him.
"This had been fun. I love you both."
"I love you too," said Candace and Marisa together
before running out.
***
Grant and John returned from their trip thrilled and
happy. They'd seen barracuda, nurse sharks, a large
sting ray, and numerous tropical fish. They were already
talking about coming back next year and doing it again.
Candace told them that Marisa and she had just as much
fun without them and the guys were delighted that the
two women were getting along so well and openly endorsed
them having girls only weekends. The five friends went
out to dinner in Key West and splurged on an expensive
seafood dinner. Grant and John paid Flex's tab to thank
him for such a fun day.
Later, they group sat around a pit fire between their
trailers and laughed and talked. They drank, but none of
them overindulged as tomorrow's drive home would be a
long day.
The next morning while they were loading their cars, the
landlord pulled up followed by another car. Flex watched
with interest as three women got out of the car. They
were blondes and appeared to be a mother and twin
daughters. "Sorry, don't mean to rush ya," said the
landlord. He was an aging Key West hippie with long gray
hair pulled back in a ponytail, thin, tattooed, and very
tan. "My guests got an earlier flight to avoid the
blizzard about to hit the Midwest." He turned to the
mother. "I trust this will be satisfactory?"
The mother looked around. "You betcha," she said with a
Minnesota twang.
"Let's go check out the beach," said one of the girls.
"Okay, let's do it," said the mom.
"I'll get the linens changed while you're gone," said
the landlord. He took the keys from John and Grant,
handing one set to the mom and another to the twins. The
three women ran to the trailers.
Flex fingered his keys and watched the women go. He
glanced at the newcomers' car. It was a rental, probably
from Miami International. They had some brochures on the
dash, coral castle, theater of the sea on Islamorada,
and the Miami Metro zoo. "No husband?" he asked.
The hippie paused as he gathered some fresh bed sheets
from the back of his car. "She said something about her
husband being stationed overseas."
The twins reemerged quickly and Flex's eyes zoomed in on
them. They looked eighteen, both with long blonde hair
and blue eyes. They didn't appear to be identical, but
were close enough that strangers wouldn't be able to
tell them apart. The girls were wearing modest bikinis
that they both filled out impressively. Their tits were
as big as Marisa's and bounced when the two girls locked
arms and jumped up and down excitedly. They were the
kind of pale white he loved.
Both girls were as pale as Marisa, but it was a winter
pale and they would probably have nice tans by the end
of their week. His mind raced. High school seniors.
Stunning. Popular. Probably cheerleaders. Probably
dating the two most popular boys in school, football
players. Only fucked their boyfriends or maybe one other
guy before them. They plan on being together with their
boyfriends forever, but the girls will dump them when
they move on to college and encounter other boys. Number
of niggas in their high school? Slim to none. They
needed some integration immediately and then come
college, they'd seek out some black cock to satisfy
them.
Mom came out of her trailer and Flex's cock extended an
inch. She was more demure then her daughters, not
willing to walk around in just a bikini, she had an open
men's button down shirt over her bikini. The mom was
probably forty, but looked younger. Her blonde hair had
some faded patches, gray that blended in with her
natural color. She threw her head back up to the sun,
her shirt fell open. Her bosom was huge, larger then
Marisa's, EE's he guessed. Her bikini top was actually
quite modest, but she had so much tit flesh, it looked
small. The outlines of large areola were visible through
the bikini top.
Those udders probably would have sagged down, but for
the tight bikini top. He forced himself to lower his
gaze from her swollen white tits and took in her torso.
The woman was very fit. With her back arched, he could
make out her abdominals and some musculature. Her belly
was as flat as her daughters and there wasn't even a
slight bulge under her navel. She put her arms up in her
hair, enjoying the warm sun.
There wasn't even any loose skin hanging off her arms.
Her legs were long, fit, and well toned. Other than her
breasts, the only extra fat on her was in the plump ass,
he'd seen as she walked to her cabin. Perfect for
grabbing on to when he pulled her back into his
thrusting cock.
His mind analyzed her just as it had her daughters. When
it came to sizing up women, his brain worked like a
regular Sherlock Holmes. Married young, probably high
school boyfriend. He took her virginity and was the only
man she's ever been with. She's lonely, frustrated. She
peaked sexually and hubby hasn't been around to take
care of her needs. Takes out her sexual frustrations
with exercise. Probably has a vibrator in her nightstand
drawer and uses it once or twice a week, crying and
thinking about her husband as she fucks herself with it.
There was a store in Miami called the BBC LOVERS
BOUTIQUE. He'd buy her a foot long black dildo to
replace the little one in her drawer. It wouldn't
satisfy her any longer once Flex got his cock in her and
he would get his cock in her.
"I have a shoot in Miami in five days," said Flex,
watching the three newcomers head down the path to the
beach. "I was gonna get a room in Miami and hang out in
the city, but now..." He turned to the hippie. "Is my
cabin available if I extend my stay a week?"
"Sure is," said the hippie.
"Let's do it then," said Flex with a grin still watching
the three blondes walk down the beach trail.
"Which one, mother or one of the daughters?" asked John.
"Yes," replied Flex.
"Let's get going," said Grant. "Good luck Flex. Not
going to get far with that lot. Mom's married and the
girls are too young."
Candace snorted beside her husband. He glanced at her,
but she just pretended her nose was itching. She glanced
at Marisa and the two shared a knowing grin. Neither
woman doubted that he would have banged all three by the
end of the week. The twins would probably be his next
threesome.
They all said their goodbyes. John and Grant shook each
other's and Flex's hand. Candace hugged Flex as did
Marisa. Marisa had come a long way from the woman who
hadn't wanted to even touch his black skin a few days
ago. Now she didn't want to let go. Now she wanted him
to lift her in his arms and lower her over his stiff
cock. "Here, use this," she whispered handing him the
Iron Man magazine with Flex on the cover, showing the
huge bulge in his crotch. "Leave it on the picnic table
for them to find. Put ideas in their heads." She winked
up at him.
"Marisa, you are a delight," he told her, kissing her on
the forehead and then quickly on the lips as the others
got into their cars.
Marisa climbed in next to John and they drove off.
"Promise me you'll wear that for some of the guys back
home," said John, looking over at her. His friends knew
she had big tits, but they also falsely believed she was
dumpy.
Marisa laughed. She was keeping her promise to him to
show off some more of her body. She wore short shorts to
show off her legs and a belly baring halter top.
Sunlight through the car window made her emerald
piercing glisten. "I promise," she replied, picturing
his friends ogling her, but then her thoughts turned to
a certain black lawyer she worked with. "I might even do
better than that."
"Holy shit," said John as his wife yanked the halter off
over her head. She then opened the clasp on her bra and
removed it. His buxom wife was now riding topless down
the oversees highway.
Marisa looked at her swollen nipples before pulling the
halter top on back over her tits. "Stupid bra keeps
rubbing my nipples. I hope Jack gets thirsty soon,
they're feeling heavy."
"I'm a little thirsty myself," replied John. Marisa's
phone went off. "Who is that?" he asked.
Marisa checked her cell. "Text from Lola. I sent her one
when we got here saying I was sorry about her and Flex
and missed her." Marisa read a little more. "She misses
us too and wishes she could have met Jack. Umm.. Don't
feel bad about her and Flex. Umm.. She still loves the
big asshole, but he couldn't stay faithful."
"She knew that," said John. "She was the other woman
once."
"Yeah, she says here, It's not so much the cheating,"
Marisa felt the color drain from her already pale face.
"As it is his obsession with knocking up white woman."
"You okay honey?" asked John.
"Yeah fine," she replied, faking a smile. "I'm just
shocked to find out what kind of man Flex is." He's a
real man, that's what kind of man he is.
"Yeah, there's something wrong with him up here," said
John, tapping his head with his finger. "He knocked up
three girls back in college. Told me he poked holes in
his condoms so that they'd pop. Two of the girls ended
up dropping out to raise babies."
"And you're friends with this guy?" she asked. John just
shrugged. Marisa looked down at her phone. "Lola says
Flex knocked up her best friend, Melissa."
"Oh yeah, another female bodybuilder."
"Swore to her that he'd had a... OHMYGOD!"
"What?" asked John in alarm.
"He is an asshole," said Marisa, hoping John was paying
attention to the road and not to how much her hands were
shaking. "He told Melissa that he'd had a vasectomy."
"You sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," she snapped. "Just pull over soon. My boobs
are aching and I need to feed Jack."
Marisa stared out the window at the passing palm and
cypress trees and the beautiful clear blue water. A tear
rolled down one cheek as she thought of Flex. He had
sent load after load of his apparently potent seed
directly into her womb this weekend and she was right
between periods, her most fertile time.
Candace and her own periods were closely synced too. The
thin blonde was holding off on pregnancy for career
reasons. Stretch marks and weight gain could cost her a
fortune and now Candace had taken billions of his sperm
into her fertile womb. My god, she thought. I just
helped enable him to fuck that mom and her twins!
Marisa lowered her arm and placed one open hand over her
womb. She wondered if there was life growing there. She
was almost certain of it. She thought of Flex's cock and
how good it felt, especially when it was cumming in her
womb. Thinking about him made her horny. What a man!
What a cock! That mom and her twins were lucky that Flex
wanted to fuck them and put babies in their bellies.
They owed her. So did Candace. Marisa rubbed her womb
and smiled.
No regrets.
-THE END-
Author's Note: Some inspiration for Flex Appeal came
from the story "Beach Teasing Goes Too Far" by Oppy-N-
Rose which may be found at eroticstories.com. I used the
names Marisa and John to honor one of my favorite
authors over at literotica.com named Chassuer11 who
always uses those names. The character of Candace is
based on South African model, Candace Swanepoel, a
Victoria's Secret model.
The black motorcycle gang that appears near the
beginning is the same gang from my story, "The Flag
Girls Get Fucked." I thought about including the Flag
Girls with the gang, but the timing was wrong. It's a
shame, because Flex would gladly have taken part in the
Flag Girl's gang bang, but sadly that event happened
mid-week and this story is set over a weekend. The BBC
LOVERS BOUTIQUE is also mentioned in "Flag Girls."
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex
with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
body per lifetime, so take good care of it!
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