Flex Appeal
Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer



“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 then 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 then 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 then 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. “Lets 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 then 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
hyperlactation.”

“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 then 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 then 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 then 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 hyperlactation?”

“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 then 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 then a foot long. “Alright, I’ll do it,” she heard a
voice that sounded like hers say.

“Great. Come on lets 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 one time 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 then 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 then 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.

“Lets 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
it’s 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 and 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 it’s 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 laid 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 then 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 it’s 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 then 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 it’s 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 rasing 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 hyperejaculation. 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 then 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 then 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 laying 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’a 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 then 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 then 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 beggin 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 then 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 to 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!

“Lets 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 then 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 form 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 precum,
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 drank 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.

“Lets 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 then 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. “Lets 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 then 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 it’s 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. “Lets 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, lets 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. “Lets 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 laying
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, lets 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 it’s 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 there after. Ejaculating
tended to put John to sleep faster then 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 quicky. 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 then ever. She still
resolved to stay away tonight, but she didn 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 then 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.”

“YYEESS!! 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.
“aaahhhAaarrHhAAARRRHHH!!!” 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!
Cu…cum…CCUUMMIINNGG!!” 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 no 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 it’s 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 then 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 it’s
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. 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 throws 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 pant’s 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. “Lets
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 it’s 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 it’s 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 one time 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 cum…ming! 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 it’s 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 it’s 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. “It’s 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 your 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.

“Lets 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 oversees.”

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 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 then 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.

“Lets 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.

“Lets 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 others
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
then 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. I used the names Marisa and John to honor
one of my favorite authors over at literotica 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.”