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Flex Appeal
by Stormbringer (no address provided)

***

Black bodybuilder with a huge cock makes two good wives 
turn bi-sluts for him. (MFF, d/s, bi, oral, anal, lact, 
intr, size)

***

"I love this drive," said Marisa, staring out at the 
scenery passing by.

"Me too," added her husband, John. "Here's the big 
bridge. Not much longer."

Marisa turned her attention from the blue water and the 
palm trees towards the famous seven mile bridge in the 
Florida Keys. Big Pine Key was their destination. It was 
just on the other side of the bridge. It was quieter 
then some of the keys, but close enough to Key West, 
they'd only need a short drive for a good meal, 
sightseeing, or drinking in Key West's famous bars. 
Marisa and John preferred things quieter especially with 
a new baby with them and they were looking forward to 
seeing John's frat buddies and best friends.

The young red headed wife turned to check on the baby, 
peacefully sleeping in the backseat. John had a bag 
resting on the floor and she saw several magazines 
sticking out of it. She grabbed them both. One magazine 
was called Iron Man and the other was Flex. The same 
black man was on the cover of both. 

The man was a bulging mass of muscles. His skin was as 
dark as Marisa's was white and he had referred to her as 
the whitest white girl, he'd ever seen. He wasn't an 
attractive man normally and even less so when he was 
posing, muscles straining, veins bulging across his 
forehead, skin oiled and glistening. "Why did you bring 
these?" she asked her husband.

"I thought I'd get Flex to sign them. Joking of course," 
replied John.

The bodybuilder was one of John's frat buddies. His name 
was Shane, but everyone called him Flex after the 
magazine that had given him his first cover and the 
current issue was his third time. He had been called 
Token at first as he was the only black guy in the 
fraternity, but he hadn't cared for that nickname. He 
did approve of Flex and told everyone to call him that. 
Marisa didn't care for the black man. 

He was arrogant and full of himself. He had no problem 
flirting with her or any other of his friend's wives. He 
drank more then she approved of and usually had pot with 
him when he wasn't competing. She'd met him three times 
now. The first was at her and John's wedding. Shane was 
26 then and dating the woman who would become his second 
wife. She was a lovely black girl named Lola. 

Lola also competed and looked great when she wasn't 
posing which made her look man-ish. Marisa had met her 
again a year later when she married Shane and then again 
on one of their weekend getaways. Lola was pleasant and 
funny, completely smitten with Flex. Her only physical 
flaw was her chest was as flat as John's. She was close 
to 0% body fat and often commented on how she wished she 
had Marisa's breasts. Marisa had always been buxom with 
heavy C-cup breasts. Wait until she sees me now, thought 
Marisa glancing down at the milk laden DD's she'd had 
since having Jack eight months ago. 

She was looking forward to seeing Lola again, even if 
that met spending a weekend with Shane. Flex was 6'2" 
and weighed according to the magazine 320lbs and none of 
it was fat. His dark black skin had been a problem for 
him. He was African black and when posing always had to 
have a light background and plenty of lighting to see 
his musculature. His pose on Iron Man was full frontal 
and everything was bulging out, it even looked like he 
had muscles under the tight crotch hugging dick sack he 
was wearing. Jesus, but that was a huge bulge. "What is 
that thing under his suit?" she asked staring closely at 
the magazine cover.

"Uh... Um," stuttered her husband of four years. "Uh... 
don't tell him I told you this, but he stuffs his suit 
to make it appear that he has a big bulge. You know what 
they say about bodybuilders."

"No, I don't."

"Steroid use makes your dick small and limp, so they 
stuff socks in their suits."

"Oh," she replied.

"You don't find that attractive do you?" he asked. John 
asked that same question every time she saw Shane. The 
huge black man was a manly man and though John and his 
other buddy Grant, were both good looking, fit men, they 
deferred to Shane as the alpha of the group.

"God no," said Marisa, reassuring her husband. "I don't 
know any woman that finds that attractive. Lola being 
the exception." Marisa bent her head down closer to the 
magazine. It didn't look like Shane stuffed his suit 
with socks, she could almost make out the outline of a 
penis under the tight material, a really big penis. As 
she stared, something dripped on Shane's crotch. The 
fluid was a milky white liquid and she watched it spread 
out to cover Shane's penis shaped bulge. Marisa glanced 
down at her breasts, nipples rock hard, milk appearing 
on the tips of each. "Oh god John, I'm leaking. Can you 
pull over?"

"We're almost there."

"I know, but my udders are screaming to be milked."

John glanced over at his wife's bosom with appreciation. 
Since having Jack, her nipples were hard and ultra 
sensitive. The two times they'd made love since Jack was 
born, sucking and pinching her nipples had given her a 
rare orgasm. Marisa would have been happy having sex 
more often, once a week maybe and possibly more, but 
John had felt weird about sex since the baby was born 
and truthfully even before she'd gotten pregnant his sex 
drive was much lower than hers. He'd even seen a doctor 
and was told he should start taking testosterone 
supplements, though he hadn't gotten around to it yet. 
Of course at thirty, he was well past his sexual peak 
and Marisa at twenty-seven had a ways to go to reach her 
peak.

He glanced over at her breasts again. Her bra had been 
driving her crazy where it rubbed her nipples and she 
lost it during the first hour of their five hour drive. 
All Marisa was wearing over her black shorts was a green 
blouse that looked lovely under her red hair. The blouse 
was loose and gaped open between buttons and she'd even 
undone a couple as if her breasts needed air. 

He could see tantalizing glimpses of flesh through the 
gaps and it was enough to make his penis stir. She'd be 
getting some this weekend. Even if he wasn't in the 
mood, it was their fourth anniversary in two days and he 
was obligated to perform his husbandly duties.

Her breasts looked like two over inflated balloons under 
her top with her normally rose colored nipples now 
swollen and angry to a brownish purple. "Hurry, I want 
to feed the baby before your friends see us."

John pulled over into one of the private picnic areas 
along the beach. Marisa quickly unbuckled and exited the 
car to retrieve Jack from the back seat. The baby woke 
as she lifted him and true to form, he was hungry. 
Marisa sighed with relief as he noisily sucked on her 
milk laden breasts. She sat back down beside her husband 
and let Jack nurse until he was content.

John's cell buzzed. He checked his messages. "Grant and 
Candace have arrived and are waiting at the beach.," he 
read. "Candace says the cabins are too small."

"She's always complaining," said Marisa, shaking her 
head. Marisa actually liked Grant better than his wife 
though she and Candace got along fine. Candace was never 
happy with anything, she liked to gossip, and she was a 
little too religious for Marisa's taste, though both she 
and John dutifully attended church every Sunday. Candace 
on the other hand, volunteered at her church, ran 
vacation bible school, Sunday school, and was there 
three days a week. "I don't know what Grant sees in 
her."

John snorted. "She looks like a fucking Victoria's 
Secret model!"

"John! The baby!"

"He doesn't know what I'm saying. Besides, the little 
bugger's busy."

Marisa looked down at her son, hungrily slurping and as 
he so often did while breast feeding, Jack's eyes were 
growing lidded, closing, and then her nipple sprang free 
as he fell asleep. "Stop staring," she scolded her 
husband, feeling his eyes on her breasts. Marisa 
buttoned her blouse to hide her breasts from passing 
traffic. She gently placed Jack back in the back seat 
carrier and buckled him in. 

She retrieved her bra from her bag and returned to the 
front seat, struggling to put her bra on under her top 
and wincing as the material rubbed her sensitive 
nipples. She needn't have bothered for when they arrived 
at their destination there was no one around the cabins 
and John went alone to retrieve their keys from the 
office.

Marisa carried Jack into their room while John unloaded 
their car. Traveling with a baby had doubled the amount 
of luggage they normally took. "For once, I agree with 
Candace," said Marisa surveying the small cabin more of 
a trailer. The three couples had rented three cabins 
near the beach. They weren't much larger then a small 
camper. The cabins were circled like wagons with a lawn 
between them. There were chairs and cots, plus hibachi 
grills in their private courtyard, a picnic table, and a 
fire pit.

"This explains why they are so cheap," said John. "I'll 
hold Jack and you can go put your swimsuit on."

The only room with a door was the bathroom and that was 
just too tiny for her to change in. Marisa retrieved her 
bikini from the luggage and started undoing the buttons 
on her blouse. She paused when she saw her husband 
staring at her with delight. Her pale skin turned 
pinkish as she blushed realizing that her needy pussy 
might actually get some servicing this weekend. She 
almost told him to turn around and would have before the 
pregnancy. Since the pregnancy, John had seen some 
disgusting things come out of her body and she no longer 
felt much shame around him. Instead, she turned to face 
him and boldly stripped under his appreciative stare.

John felt like taking his wife then and there, but 
unfortunately, Jack was wide awake and gurgling. Marisa 
had an odd shaped body and had trouble finding clothes 
that fit. In winter, when she wore bulkier clothes, she 
looked dumpy, but her true form was revealed the less 
clothes she wore and nude she looked glorious. Her waist 
wasn't thin, but it was shapely. She'd worked out to 
lose her belly fat and her stomach was sexy and mostly 
flat. She still carried extra weight in her ass as well 
as the increased cup size for her breasts. If anything, 
the extra weight had improved her already decent looks. 

Her hips were larger then her waist and nearly matched 
her bosom. Her crotch was smooth and as white as the 
rest of her, but for a small red landing strip. It 
looked good enough to eat and he hadn't done that for 
her since before they were married nor would he ever 
again after watching his son's head come out of there. 
John felt the blood leaving his penis at the memory.

"Damn! This is just what I was afraid of," said Marisa, 
pulling up her bikini panty. The front hugged her mound 
so tightly she was showing a bit of a camel toe. She 
turned around and John could see some extra ass flesh 
sticking out. "I'm a cow."

"You look great honey, better than I've ever seen you in 
the seven years we've known each other.

Marisa smiled gratefully. "The top's going to be worse. 
Maybe, I can pick up a suit that fits in Key West?"

Her fears were justified as she tried to squeeze DD cup 
breasts into a C cup top. Her breasts stuck out of the 
tops, the sides and the bottoms. Even worse, her nipples 
had doubled in size during her pregnancy and her areola 
were barely contained by the stretched out triangular 
cups of her bikini top. She had to stretch out and 
adjust the material to hide them. "Not sure why, but 
this material doesn't feel as bad on my nipples as my 
bra."

"Maybe, you'll just have to wear that bikini all weekend 
then."

"You wish." Marisa took Jack from her husband and 
watched John get dressed. John was developing a paunch, 
but for the most part, he looked great. He was pretty 
trim and fit, still as handsome today as when they'd 
met. She removed some rubber gloves and disinfectant 
from the bag. "I should clean first."

"Later honey," he replied. His wife had developed a 
strong nesting instinct during her pregnancy and 
insisted on cleaning everything. John kept his shirt 
off, grabbed the baby bag, and put some sun screen in 
it. Marisa's fair skin didn't tan, it burned and she 
always used a lot of sunscreen. "Let's go find Grant."

The young couple walked down towards the beach. Marisa 
carrying the baby. There was a boat out in the water 
with an older couple getting in the water to snorkel, 
but otherwise Grant and Candace were the only two others 
on the narrow little beach. "There they are," shouted 
Grant rising to his feet. His eyes zoomed in on 
Marissa's breasts and widened in amazement. Candace 
noticed the improvements to Marisa's figure too and her 
eyes narrowed in jealousy. John had just seen his wife 
naked and was turning his appreciative gaze on his 
friend's wife. 

Candace did look like a Victoria's secret model and she 
actually did model bikinis and lingerie though the 
company she worked for wasn't as prestigious, but 
neither was it sleazy in any way. Candace had an 
absolutely stunning face and was the best looking woman 
any of them had met in person. Her eyes were a bright 
blue and her wavy blonde hair fell down her back between 
her shoulder blades. 

She was curvy, but thin, almost too thin, but that was 
what modeling agencies wanted these days. Her breasts 
were small B cup mounds, perfect for her figure and like 
most models, her skimpy bikini top was tight and pushed 
her breasts together creating cleavage. Her bottom was a 
thong too and she had no problem showing off her bare 
ass. Despite her religiosity, she felt no shame showing 
off her sexy body. A silver cross hung from her neck and 
sunlight glistened off a diamond stud in her navel.

"Marisa you look fantastic," said Grant.

Candace wrinkled her face, not liking to hear her 
husband compliment another woman, but her features 
softened when she saw the baby. "Oh this must be Jack. 
Can I hold him?"

"Of course," said Marisa, passing her baby off to her 
friend. Jack smiled happily in Candace's arms. "You're a 
natural. So when are you two going to have a little one 
of your own?"

"Not ready to risk my figure yet with my career going so 
well," said Candace, looking sadly at the happy baby. 
Longing apparent in her eyes. Grant had married younger. 
His sexy model wife was only twenty-two, eight years 
younger than him. Candace was smart and knew she only 
had so many years to capitalize on her looks with a 
modeling career and wanted to wait to start a family. 
Candace passed the baby back to her.

The two couples heard a motorcycle on the road. The 
noise grew loud and louder. It scared Jack a little. He 
grew restless in Candace's arms and she gave him back to 
Marisa. The motorcycle grew even louder, the noise 
coming from their cabins up the sandy trail from the 
beach.

John walked halfway down the trail so that he could see 
the cabins. "It's the big guy," he called back. "Hey 
Flex, down here," he yelled. John walked back to the 
beach. "It looks like he's alone," he told the others.

Flex appeared, walking down the trail. He wore black 
leather pants and a white tank top that hugged his 
massive torso and showed off his muscles while leaving 
his arms bare. His large body took up the entire trail 
as he approached his frat buddies and their wives, a 
broad grin on his face. "Whassup my brothers," he 
called.

"What's up, Token," said Grant.

"What was that you called me, Minute-Man?" He turned to 
John. "Pencil dick, how's it going?"

"Flex it is," corrected Grant while John flushed with 
embarrassment.

"Hoy shit!" said Flex, his eyes falling on John's wife. 
"Marisa? You look fucking amazing. John, take your baby 
so that I can give your wife a proper greeting." Marisa 
reluctantly handed her son over to her husband. Flex 
always greeted her with a hug. She hated to admit it, 
but she was slightly racist. She didn't believe blacks 
were inferior or anything, but she didn't think the 
races should mix and didn't like having physical contact 
with black men outside of a handshake. 

Flex grabbed her hips with his ham-like hands and pulled 
her forcefully against his chest. Marisa grinned and 
bore it. It was like hugging a brick wall, correction, a 
sun heated, sweaty black brick wall. Much to her 
embarrassment, her nipples hardened under her top and 
pressed against the muscles on Flex's chest.

"What about me?" asked Candace. "Don't I get a greeting 
too?"

"Sure thing, babe," said Flex, reluctant to take his 
hands off Marisa. One beefy hand was cupping her ass 
cheek and the other was holding her against him by the 
small of her back. 

Marisa was relieved when the giant let her go. She 
quickly stepped back out of his arms. "Oh shit!" she 
gasped in horror, looking at his shirt.

Flex looked down and saw that she'd left two wet marks 
on his white tank top. Her nipples had leaked right 
through her bikini top and soaked quarter sized circles 
right on the middle abdominal of his bulging six pack.

"I'm so embarrassed," Marisa moaned in horror.

John interrupted. "Marisa suffers from a condition known 
as hyper-lactation."

"It means my breasts overproduce milk," she added.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," said Flex magnanimously 
while Grant laughed. "It happens." The black bodybuilder 
turned to the blonde. He took Candace in a tight embrace 
and held her, but his eyes never left Marisa. "Dayumn 
Isa, I can't believe how hot you look," he said while 
hugging Candace.

"Thanks," replied Marisa, smiling. She didn't like 
Flex's intense staring at her scantily clad body, but 
she did feel a certain glee that she'd suddenly 
relegated Candace down to second best looking woman. 
Marisa was certainly pretty, beautiful even, in a girl 
next door fashion, but Candace was the gorgeous model 
that men stared at. The new mom didn't really like being 
the center of attention. Her enjoyment derived from the 
knowledge that it was probably driving Candace crazy 
being second fiddle and true to form, the lovely blonde 
looked unhappy when Flex released her from his embrace. 
"Where's Lola?" she asked.

The happy grin left Flex's face. "She left me." The 
black giant looked so sad everyone immediately started 
feeling bad for him. Marisa even willingly reached out 
and rubbed his back in a consoling manner. "She took the 
kids and moved out about five weeks ago."

"Oh Shane, I'm so sorry to hear that," said Marisa, 
still rubbing his back. She felt bad for the black man 
and had been looking forward to seeing Lola again. Shane 
had a three year old and a two year old with Lola. He 
also had a ten year old and an eight year old with his 
first wife and once John had let slip that there were a 
couple illegitimate children also.

"Thanks Isa, it's been hard," said Flex, looking sad. 
"And that's why I've really been looking forward to this 
getaway."

"And we're glad to have you, big guy," added Grant.

The baby stirred and started crying. Marisa checked the 
diaper. "Someone needs changing," she cooed. "I'm going 
to take Jack back and get out of the sun for awhile. 
Come get me when you're ready to go get dinner."

Marisa walked back up the beach to their cabin. She 
changed Jack and then put him down. She decided to get a 
jump on John, taking a shower and drying her long red 
hair. She put her bra on, wincing as the material rubbed 
her sensitive nipples and then pulled on a short green 
summer dress. Her breasts made the material hang 
straight down to her hips, hiding her shape, and 
disguising the fact that she was truly hiding a 
magnificent body underneath it. She pulled some heeled 
sandals on, that made her legs look really good. 

She winced as the bra hurt her nipples and finally gave 
up, removing the annoying support for her boobs. 
Braless, she didn't look too bad, but her dress did hug 
her breasts and the outlines of her nipples appeared 
from time to time. Then she played with Jack for awhile 
waiting for the group to get back. John got back to the 
cabin around an hour before sunset, took a quick shower 
and they were ready to go. A freshly showered Grant was 
waiting in their little courtyard patiently waiting for 
Candace who always took the longest to get ready. Flex 
hadn't bothered showering or even changing. He was 
sitting in a lounge chair, sipping a beer.

"Marisa and I are going to get going," said John. "We 
don't won't to miss the sunset on Mallory Square. Meet 
us there when you're ready. You want to ride with us, 
Flex?"

"No thanks, bro," replied the big black man. "I'll take 
the bike just in case I get some pussy tonight."

Marisa crinkled her nose in distaste. She strapped Jack 
into his baby seat while John started the car. Soon they 
were off to Key West, just a short drive from Big Pine 
Key. They found a parking space and John pulled out the 
stroller from the trunk. They walked down to Mallory 
Square and watched some of the street performers do 
their acts for about fifteen minutes before Flex found 
them. A short time later, Grant and Candace walked up, 
holding hands. 

Candace looked great. She wore black shorts, sandals, 
and a white tank top that left most of her sexy belly 
bare showing off the diamond stud. Marisa couldn't help 
noticing that for the rest of the night, most of the 
male eyes were once again favoring the blonde model. 
John had a fetish for a sexy belly and would have killed 
someone to get Marisa to pierce her navel or wear 
something to show off her stomach. She felt jealous to 
see him taking as many glimpses at his friend's wife's 
stomach as he could.

The five friends watched the sun go down and then 
hurried off to find a nice restaurant. They all had 
seafood. They walked around sightseeing for another hour 
before finding a nice quiet bar with an outside deck and 
plenty of seating so that they could enjoy a few drinks 
and the sights and sounds on Duval Street. 

The sounds suddenly grew too loud as nearly two dozen 
motorcycles swiftly roared up the street. Marisa watched 
them going by, noticing that they were all black men and 
wore jackets showing a black panther on the back. The 
noise stirred Jack and he started to cry. Marisa picked 
him up and started comforting him.

"I'll be right back," said Flex, jumping up. The bikers 
had pulled up outside Sloppy Joes. Flex crossed the 
street and headed towards the bikers.

"Does he know them?" asked Candace.

Grant and John laughed. John added, "Nope, he's going to 
try to score some pot."

"So just cause their black, Flex thinks he can buy some 
marijuana from them?" asked Grant. "He's such a racist." 
He got chuckles from his friends.

"John, Jack's not going to calm down with all this 
noise," said Marisa. "I should take him back."

"Oh! Alright honey. We can get going then," said John, 
looking disappointed.

"Nonsense, I can take Jack back to the cabin. You stay 
here and catch up with your friends."

"Well, let me walk you back to the car." John and Marisa 
stood up. "I'll be right back," he told Grant and 
Candace.

Flex passed them on the sidewalk. "Where are you off 
to?"

"Marisa's taking the baby back. I'm staying." John 
looked guiltily at his wife. He got to have fun while 
she was stuck being a mother.

"Cool bro. Things are about to heat up at the club. 
Stan, the leader of the Black Panthers says that the 
club scene gets hopping in another hour or so." Flex 
patted his pocket. "Plus, I scored us some dope."

"I knew it," said John laughing.

It was a short walk to their car. John helped put the 
stroller away while Marisa took care of Jack. He kissed 
her as she stood in the door of the driver's seat. 
Marisa broke the kiss. "John, I don't care how late you 
come back, wake me." Marisa wiggled her eyebrows 
suggestively so that he got the point. She kissed him 
again and soon was on her way, headed off the island.

Marisa was asleep when John got back, but she awoke when 
she heard Grant's car pull up. They were all drunk and 
loud. She saw her husband stumble as he got out of the 
car. Her nipples hardened at the thought that she might 
finally get some sex. Her hopes were dashed when Grant 
produced three beers out of a cooler and the three 
decided to sit around outside talking.

John stumbled in a half hour later. He was wasted off 
his ass, but then he usually got that way around his 
college friends. He hit something with his foot and 
cursed. Marisa winced, but the loud noise didn't wake 
Jack. She turned the light on for him and he smiled at 
her, his eyes going wide at finding his wife laying on 
the small bed wearing nothing but panties. Marisa 
climbed to her feet and helped her husband undress. She 
got his shirt off and then pushed him down on the bed. 
He fell on his back, lifting his hips so that she could 
pull his shorts down. 

His underwear followed and his penis sprang into view. 
It was floppy and limp. She took it in her hand and 
tugged on it, massaging his balls. John was half asleep, 
looking at her drunkenly. Desperate for some loving, 
Marisa took him in her mouth, easily fitting his entire 
penis inside her mouth. Finally, it started to respond. 
John quickly turned completely hard. She released his 
penis and sprang to her feet, pulling her panties down 
as fast as she could.

Marisa straddled her husband's legs and grabbed a hold 
of his penis. It was a little over six inches long, but 
it was thin with a small streamlined head. She'd never 
thought of it before, but since Flex had called John a 
pencil dick earlier, John's penis really did resemble a 
pencil. She lowered her pussy over his pencil... penis, 
feeling the small head pushing at the entrance to her 
vagina. 

Marisa was just about to drop down when Jack started 
crying, waking with a loud, hungry wail. "NO!" she 
sobbed. Marisa stood up. "Don't you go nowhere," she 
told her husband. John just shook his head, stupidly. 
Marisa walked over to the baby and picked him up, his 
mouth immediately latching onto a nipple. She glanced 
over at her husband to find the erection gone and John 
fast asleep. She cursed silently. If it wasn't her 
husband's lack of interest, it was the baby that always 
got in the way of her getting laid.

Marisa sat down on the couch and let Jack feed. If 
things didn't change soon, she was going to take things 
into her own hands and buy a dildo or something. The 
sounds of lovemaking that started coming from next door 
did little to improve her mood. "Come on Grant," said 
Candace's voice. "That's it baby fuck me. Give it to me. 
NO! Slow down. Not yet, honey. Please? Just hold it 
still. OH DAMN!" 

The sounds stopped entirely and Marisa suddenly had a 
good idea of why Flex called Grant, Minute Man. Well at 
least their sex life wasn't perfect either.

Her magic breasts did their job and put Jack back to 
sleep. She was laying him back down in the crib when she 
heard Flex's motorcycle. She walked over to the window. 
The large black man walked up to the courtyard and sat 
down in one of the chairs. She had half expected to see 
some bimbo on the back of his bike, but he was alone. 
Flex rolled a joint and leaned back in the chair, 
smoking it and staring up at the stars. Marisa went back 
to her husband and struggled to pull him higher up in 
the bed. She half heatedly played with his dick again, 
but it remained limp. Frustrated, the young wife crawled 
into bed beside her husband and went to sleep.

***

Grant and John each held one handle of the cooler as 
they carried it down to the beach. "I got that," yelled 
Flex. The black man was already shirtless and wearing 
long baggy shorts that nearly reached his knees. "I'll 
be drinking most of it anyway." He grabbed the cooler 
and tucked it under one muscular arm. "Wimps," he said.

John was carrying a bag filled with snorkeling 
equipment. He dropped it at a spot near the water. 
Marisa came up beside him and placed the baby carrier in 
the shade of a palm tree noticing some lizards scurry 
off. She spread a blanket out on the sand and sat down 
in it. Candace sat down beside her while Grant spread 
out a blanket beside theirs. 

Candace was already wearing her bikini and was perfectly 
content to wear that and nothing else all day until they 
went out at night. Grant had his shirt off and was 
wearing a bathing suit with flip flops. He was a good 
looking guy with sandy brown hair and a nice physique. 
John was wearing his suit too, but kept his shirt on to 
protect his fair skin. Candace poured some tanning 
lotion in her hand and started coating her lovely skin 
with it. Grant did the same as did John.

Marisa stood up and pulled her shapeless sundress over 
her head. When it cleared her head, see saw there were 
three pairs of male eyes on her body. John was smiling 
proudly while Grant seemed to be taking in her entire 
sexy body. Flex had just zoned in on her breasts and 
true to form, her nipples were semi-erect and apparent 
through the material. Worse, there was some leakage and 
little wet dots were spreading out in the center of her 
bikini top. They actually hardened more under all the 
male gazes.

Candace noticed the attention on the other woman and 
didn't like it. "You guys want to hear about my latest 
modeling gig?"

"Maybe later dear," said her husband. "John and I want 
to get some snorkeling in."

Candace frowned as her attempt to become the center of 
attention failed. "Well, I'll tell Marisa then."

Great, thought Marisa, boring stories about Candace 
traveling around, modeling, meeting semi-famous 
celebrities, and attending cocktail parties.

"I was in Bermuda last week at a cocktail party after 
the beach photo shoot when and you won't believe who I 
saw..."

"Any of you girls want to oil me up?" asked Flex.

Marisa looked at his black skin and hard bulging 
muscles. She didn't even like the big man's hugging her 
and she certainly didn't want to run her hands all over 
his body. She turned away from him and checked on Jack. 
He was awake, so she took him out to let him crawl on 
the blanket for awhile. "I'll do it," said Candace. The 
thin blonde jumped up and Flex tossed her a bottle of 
lotion.

Marisa tried not to watch, but she found herself staring 
as Candace ran her hands all over Flex's chest. He held 
his arms out, making those biceps that had graced a half 
dozen magazine covers already. His biceps might nearly 
be as big as Candace's waist. How could she stand 
touching a black guy? Candace didn't seem to mind at 
all. It wasn't sexual either. Candace was just one 
gorgeous model helping out another model. 

The blonde was very white, though she tanned easily and 
was already turning darker. She wasn't as white as 
Marisa's pale skin, but still Marisa stared at the 
contrast on Candace's white body superimposed before the 
hulking dark black skinned man. Other than for a few 
strategically placed strips of cloth, Candace was all 
but completely nude. Her bare ass was facing Marisa, now 
the blonde was behind the giant black man, her perky 
breasts pressing into his back as she ran her slick 
hands up his back. Marisa's eyes roamed down to the 
black man's baggy shorts. 

A long tubular object caused the material to bulge out 
as it swung between his legs. The end nearly reached the 
black man's knees and the bottom of his long beach 
shorts. That outline certainly didn't look like he 
stuffed his pants with socks! It appeared to get bigger 
under her gaze and Marisa quickly took her eyes off it. 
She looked up to find Shane was staring at her even as 
Candace finished coating his body with lotion. Marisa 
looked away with embarrassment, hoping he didn't think 
she was trying to check out his junk.

Candace sat back down while the three men went into the 
water. Grant and John waded far out and then started 
swimming with their masks on, breathing through their 
snorkels. Flex wasn't much of a swimmer, but he liked 
the water. He waded out up to his thighs and watched the 
two white husbands swim around.

"So, I heard you having a little fun last night," said 
Marisa.

Candace rolled over on her stomach and untied her top. 
"Damn! You heard all that? Not much privacy this 
weekend. Hope we didn't disturb you."

"Didn't last long enough to disturb me," replied Marisa.

"Kiss my ass, Marisa," replied Candace, sitting up. She 
was facing the water where Marisa was laying on her back 
facing the other direction. "I didn't hear anything 
coming from your cabin except for Jack crying."

"Sorry. Sorry. I said that without thinking. Truth is a 
few minutes is better than nothing at all."

"I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to snap. Grant's a horny 
devil and we have sex almost every night, but dear god 
does he lack stamina. Just as I'm starting to get into 
it, he grunts, fills his condom, and rolls over with a 
smile on his face."

"Have you tried maybe doubling up on the condoms?"

"We've tried everything. Girlfriend, if it wasn't for my 
dildo, I'd go crazy. Why just the other night..."

"I've only had sex several times since Jack was born," 
interrupted Marisa, shutting Candace up. Clearly Candace 
was getting something off her chest and she had a 
tendency to make everything about herself.

"John's never had a high sex drive even before I got 
pregnant, but since the baby was born it's fallen to 
almost nothing and to make matters worse I took hormone 
injections to help me get pregnant and they've made me 
horny all the time."

"Girl, I'm gonna get you a dildo. Trust me, the thing 
works wonders for relieving stress. I tried everything, 
praying, speaking with my pastor, and a marriage 
councilor. The marriage councilor recommended some 
marital aids and increasing the amount of foreplay we 
do, but Grant has never been much for giving, though he 
enjoys receiving."

"Too much information."

"Sorry, I've been wanting a friend to talk to about this 
for a long time. I tried to talk to Lola, but apparently 
Flex is some kind of horse hung superman of sex and she 
couldn't empathize."

Bah! If he was so good, why'd she leave him? John told 
me steroids made his dick small and he stuffs his pants 
with socks."

"Ha ha ha!" laughed Candace. "John's insecure. Both our 
husbands walked in on Flex having sex back in their frat 
house. Grant told me how hung Flex was the day I met the 
big black lug. Lola told me Flex's penis was like a 
black iron bar more than a foot long."

"BULL! But, speaking of Lola," said Marisa sitting up. 
"I should send her a quick message." Marisa reached out 
for her bag and cell phone. She flipped open the phone 
and briefly glanced up. Their husbands were still 
swimming, but Flex was standing watching the women. "No 
man has a foot long p..." Marisa couldn't help noticing 
the large tubular bulge pressing against his swimsuit. A 
foot must be an exaggeration, but it was definitely big. 
"The big guy's eyeballing us."

"I know. I've been watching him through my sunglasses." 
Candace arched her back, her breasts lifting off the 
ground.

"CANDACE! You just flashed him."

"No harm teasing him a little."

"Is that the way a good church going girl should 
behave?"

Candace chuckled, pretending to adjust herself and then 
settled down on her stomach again. "Tie my top for me."

Candace leaned over and tied Candace's bikini top. 
Candace then rolled over. "When you do what I do, you 
get used to showing skin. I'd be nude if it were legal. 
Besides, you're one to talk, you aren't covering up much 
in that skimpy thing."

Marisa blushed which tended to turn everything from her 
chest up red. "I kind of outgrew my bikini."
She peeked at the big black man standing down by the 
river. He was still staring, but it wasn't Candace he 
was looking at and Marisa couldn't tell if he'd even 
noticed her little show. He was staring at Marisa. 
Marisa glanced down at her bottoms. 

She was sitting up with her knees bent and legs spread. 
She could see the entire outline of her labia through 
the tight bikini bottom. She quickly closed her legs in 
horror. Marisa turned around, not wanting to look at 
him, but presenting her ass to the black man and giving 
him another good beaver shot. She lowered herself down 
to the blanket, front first, her ass the last to slide 
down. She sent a quick message off to Lola: Sorry to 
hear about you and Shane. Wish you were here.

It wasn't long thereafter, Jack woke up hungry. Marisa 
sat up and picked her son up, covering her breasts with 
a towel as he started feeding. "Damn it!" she 
complained.

Candace glanced down and saw Marisa remove her hand from 
under the towel. It was covered with milk.
"Jack got bad aim or something?"

"No, he's happily sucking. It's my condition. Sometimes 
when he starts sucking the other nipple shoots out 
milk."

"What exactly is hyper-lactation?"

"My body produces more milk then my baby needs. It 
sometimes leaks or sprays a lot," explained Marisa. 
Candace nodded her head in understanding. "Sometimes 
Jack can't keep up with it and other times he gets so 
much, he's gassy all the time."

"How did you get it?"

"Every woman has milk producing glands called Alveoli. 
Each breast has around 100,000 to 300,000 glands. Larger 
breasts have more glands. Apparently I have 400,000 to 
500,000." Candace whistled. "I know," said Marisa. "I 
took hormone injections to get pregnant and they appear 
to have my breasts working overtime producing milk in 
addition to making me horny all the time."

"I guess that can get pretty messy, huh?"

"Messy and embarrassing. They leak and squirt all the 
time. It started before Jack was born and I had to go 
out on maternity leave from the law firm early. The men 
there had a pool going on how long it would take my 
breasts to start leaking after I got to work. They soak 
through everything, pads, bras, sweaters. It doesn't 
matter. It's horrible."

"I'm sorry honey," said Candace, putting her arm around 
the breast feeding mom.

"And to top it all off, John's the one with the low 
sperm count and I'm the one that had to take the hormone 
injections. Now my nipples are ultra sensitive, I'm 
horny all the time and John's been acting weird since 
the baby was born. I never should have let him watch me 
give birth."

"There there honey. Everything will work out fine." 
Candace looked up. Here come the boys."

Grant and John came back up to dry off and eat a snack. 
Grant looked uncomfortable and turned his back on the 
breast feeding woman even though he couldn't see 
anything. "Where's Flex?" asked Candace.

"He saw some girls in bikinis down the beach and walked 
down to meet them. Looked like jailbait to me," 
responded Grant.

Jack was soon full and happily asleep. Marisa laid him 
down and then fixed her bikini top. She took the towel 
off and then adjusted the bikini cups to cover her 
nipples a little better. She stood up and started 
applying liberal doses of sunscreen to her fair skin 
again. Soon her body was slick and glistening in the 
sunlight. "Well Jack should be out for awhile. Candace, 
if you can keep an eye on him, I think I'll take a walk 
down the beach. John want to come with me?"

"Aww, sorry honey. We saw a baby manta ray by a group of 
coral and I wanted to take the underwater camera out to 
see if I could get a picture."

"Fine. I'll go alone then." Marisa walked down to the 
water and set off down the beach. She wished John had 
come along with her, they didn't get much time alone 
since Jack was born. A smile slowly spread across her 
face. She didn't get much time alone period. This was 
nice. It was quiet, mostly private, sunny and warm with 
a lovely view. The beach wasn't crowded, but she did 
pass an RV pulled over with a pair of married seniors. 
The husband glanced at her, then did a double take, 
pausing to stare at her body. 

The wife didn't notice and Marisa gave him a friendly 
wave. Suddenly, her private little walk was ruined when 
a humongous black figure stood up from where he was 
sitting under some palm trees. "Flex?" she asked, 
curious. "What are you doing out here?" She noticed the 
straining bulge under his swimwear and tried not to 
stare, but it was hard not to look at something so 
obvious. Though to be fair, he was staring full on at 
her breasts and she knew the exercise probably had made 
her nipples leak.

"Just had to get away," he said, shaking his head while 
holding his face down.

"Oh Shane," said Marisa. She fought her distaste and 
reached out to touch the black man on his bicep. It was 
hard and smooth. "Are you missing Lola?"

"Yes," he sobbed. Flex then surprised her. Her quickly 
wrapped his huge arms around her and pulled her body 
hard against his. It was like hitting a brick wall. Her 
soft supple body pressing against him. Her heavy breasts 
mashed against his hard abdominals. Marisa turned her 
face with distaste away from his body. Her cheek pressed 
against the chest of the much taller black man. She 
could feel her oily body slippery against his sweaty 
skin. His hard bulge pressed into her stomach. "It's 
hard watching you with John and Grant with Candy and not 
think of my time with Lola. I miss her so much."

"I'm sorry, Shane," said Marisa, trying to extricate 
herself from the black man's strong embrace. His bulge 
was pressing into her and appeared to be growing. She 
began to wonder if it might be true about his penis 
being more than a foot long. It was a monster. The head 
was pushing into her belly button and it felt as big as 
a golf ball. It was flexing as if it wanted release from 
his swim trunks. She was able to back her bottom half 
away from it a little.

"That's your fault you know," he said, finally releasing 
her.

Marisa stepped back. Rubbing against him had messed up 
her bikini cup and dislodged part of her areola. Her 
nipples were engorged and leaking. One had nearly sprung 
free of her bikini top. She adjusted her cups trying to 
hide her embarrassment. "What's my fault?'

"That," said Flex, pointing down at his crotch. Her eyes 
followed his fingers down to the straining material. 
"You made my cock hard, teasing me back there on the 
beach."

"I did that?" Marisa couldn't take her eyes off it.

The way you were teasing me Marisa. I haven't had sex in 
a month. I miss my wife and then you have to go teasing 
me with that hot body of yours. I never thought you 
could be so cruel."

"I- I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I'd never do 
anything like that."

"My big black cock is so swollen it hurts. What am I 
going to do about it?"

"I don't know. Go take care of it. That's what men do, 
right?" Not only were her nipples rock hard, but Marisa 
began to realize her crotch was getting a little moist. 
She didn't like Flex, nor did she find his over muscled 
torso attractive, but it had been so long for her, that 
his attention was making her aroused.

"I haven't done that since I was a teen. Now you done 
gone and made my cock all big and hard. It hurts Marisa. 
My balls are so swollen with sperm they're fucking 
killing me. Now I ask again, what am I going to do about 
it?"

Marissa shrugged unable to take her eyes off his bulge. 
"I don't know, go ride into Key West and look for a 
woman. Why are you asking me? I can't help."

"I need relief now and I am asking you, since this is 
your fault. What are you going to do about it?"

He wasn't asking what she thought he was asking, was he? 
"Ah... what can I do?"

"Go back into the mangroves with me and take care of it 
for me."

"Shane! How dare you even ask such a thing. I'm married 
to one of your best friends." Just the thought was wrong 
on so many levels. She was married, a new mom, he was 
John's friend, he was black. "I'm going back." In a 
huff, she turned to leave.

"Wait!" he called, anxiously and Marissa stopped, 
looking at him over her shoulder. "If you won't fuck me, 
then how about a blow job?"

"No!" she exclaimed. God, he was so crude.

"Come on Marisa, a blow job ain't cheating. Everyone 
knows that."

"I said no, now leave me alone."

"A hand job then."

Marisa stopped again. "What does that mean? You want me 
to jerk you off?" She didn't even like touching his 
black skin and he was asking her to stroke off his 
penis.

"Yes. That's it. That's all I want. Just give me a hand 
job and I'll leave you alone. Please Marisa, my cock 
needs to get off so bad it hurts." He waited until she 
turned to stare at him, her eyes going to his swim 
trunks. He grabbed his bulge and he could see her eyes 
widen in disbelief at his size. "Please."

In a strange way, she felt connected to Flex at that 
moment. Her breasts were swollen and they'd start to 
ache if they didn't get relief. Maybe, Shane's penis was 
the same way? "If I do this, you'll shut up."

"I promise."

Marisa stared down at his bulge, looking even more 
swollen where he was squeezing the base through his 
shorts. Why was she even considering this? It had been 
so long since John had begged her for sex or since she'd 
even seen his penis get hard with desire for her. John 
loved her, but between work and the baby, he was just 
too tired. God, she didn't even like this man. But, she 
couldn't take her eyes off his bulge and the truth hit 
her. She wanted to see his penis. Or, more specifically, 
she wanted to see his big black cock. She wanted to see 
it truly were a huge steel rod more than a foot long. 
"Alright, I'll do it," she heard a voice that sounded 
like hers say.

"Great. Come on let's get off the beach." Flex reached 
for her hand.

"No, not here and only this one time and don't you dare 
tell anyone about this."

"I promise, baby. Now where? Wanna meet me at the 
cabin?"

"No, too dangerous we'll get caught. Meet me on the 
trail to the cabins from the beach. Tell the others you 
saw me and I'm enjoying my walk. I'll cut across the 
island and meet you there."

"Alright," said the big black man. "And Marissa?"

"What?"

"Hurry up." He turned and started jogging up the beach.

"Fuck! What did I just agree to," she said to herself. 
Marisa cut across the island like she said she would. 
She didn't even like touching Shane's black skin and 
she'd just promised to jerk his cock off. She had a 
solution to that problem. He wouldn't like it, but she 
wasn't about to give him any choice. Her entire walk 
back to her cabin, Marisa pictured herself holding a 
foot long black cock in her hand. The last time, she'd 
held John's penis, it had been all floppy as she 
furiously tried to get him excited enough to get hard.

She arrived at her cabin and entered it. Marisa moved 
over to her cleaning supplies and retrieved her solution 
to the skin on skin problem she found so distasteful. 
She had an entire box of blue rubber gloves, she used 
for cleaning. She withdrew a pair, as well as a bottle 
of baby oil and then she thought a blanket might be a 
good idea. As she exited her cabin, she saw Flex 
approaching, a broad grin across his face. "I was 
worried you might chicken out," he said.

"I considered it, but I said I would do it and I will. 
Consider this your lucky day. There are some rules 
though. Where to?"

"Follow me. There's a private sandy area just off the 
main trail and we can keep an eye on any others in our 
group walking past."

"What did you tell them?" she asked, following him.

"I said that I saw you walking and you were going to be 
a while. Then I told them, that I had to go take a 
shit."

"Classy." Marisa followed the large black man down the 
trail almost to the point where she could make out 
Candace laying on the beach. Flex then slipped between 
two bushes and disappeared. She followed him into a 
sandy area that was so perfect for a little private 
fling, she wasn't surprised when she saw an old used 
condom laying off to the side half buried in the pebbly 
sand.

Marisa tossed the blanket out on the sand. Flex noticed 
the blue latex gloves. "What are those for?" he asked.

"I don't want to touch your thingy or get any of your 
semen on my hand, so I'm going to wear gloves."

"Seriously?"

"I wear gloves and give you a hand job or no gloves and 
the deal's off," she told him. Flex just held up his 
hands in mock surrender. "Glad you agree. This is also a 
onetime deal. It won't happen again. It's not happening 
now. It never happened in the first place and we won't 
ever speak of it. Agreed?" She waited for him to nod 
before continuing. "And if you ever tell anyone about 
this, I'll kill you. Understand?"

"Just get on with it," said Flex, reaching down to the 
waistband of his swimsuit and yanking them down.

Marisa involuntarily flinched expecting some big black 
snake to rear out and strike at her, but she quickly 
recovered. Flex wasn't even naked under his swimsuit. He 
was wearing the tight crotch hugging Speedo that he wore 
when posing for weight lifting magazines. His enormous 
cock was straining to break free of the tight material. 
"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked. "Take it 
out."

"You take it out."

"Fine." Marisa shook her head in exasperation. She 
kneeled on the blanket and reached down for the gloves. 
She was pulling one on while Flex moved in front of her, 
his bulging crotch right before her face.

When both gloves were securely on her hands, Marisa 
reached up and tentatively moved her hands to the 
waistband of his Speedo just like a nurse would when 
about to examine a patient. She gingerly pinched the 
waistband and pulled it out. 

Flex's cock seemed to uncoil a little and his huge cock 
head slowly rose up and grew until nearly four inches of 
cock was sticking out from the waistband reaching all 
the way up to the belly button centered in his hard 
muscular stomach. "Wow," she muttered, pulling the 
waistband out and down. His cock fell down like a felled 
ebon colored redwood tree nearly smacking her on the 
nose. Marisa reared her head back and stared at the 
monster. "WOW!" she said again, more loudly.

"Like it?" asked Flex.

"No, I don't like it, but it sure is huge!" she gasped, 
feeling her heart racing. Flex's cock was magnificent. 
It was indeed longer than a foot long and thick too, 
probably as big around as her wrist. Not only was his 
size impressive, but the whole thing was simply 
beautiful. His cock looked like it had been sculpted 
from black granite. If it were even possible for a penis 
to have muscles, Flex's penis had muscles and as great 
and gigantic as it was, it looked almost normal sticking 
out from his sculpted body. The head was serpentine and 
long, between two and three inches. 

The flare was great, probably sticking out another half 
inch above the shaft. Shane was a black man's black man, 
but his cock was even darker then his skin. It was so 
swollen with blood, that his entire cock was nearly 
blue-black and even purplish around the large veins 
crisscrossing the shaft. Marisa felt her own fluids 
begin dripping down her thighs as she stared at it. Her 
body responding to some primal instinct. Maybe she did 
like it.

"Well, it's not going to jerk itself off," said Flex 
impatiently.

"No, I guess it isn't," she muttered. Marisa bent her 
head looking for the bottle of baby oil and his cock 
head smacked her in the forehead. She reared back from 
it, reaching out for the baby oil. The lovely red-headed 
wife and new mom flipped the nozzle on the bottle and 
poured some into the latex covering her palm.

"You're going to need more than that."

Marisa looked at the big black cock again and nodded in 
agreement. She lifted the bottle above the long shaft 
and turned it upside down, letting oil fall along his 
thick cock like she was squeezing mustard out over a 
burnt foot long hot dog. When she felt it was good and 
coated with oil, she dropped the bottle and reached out 
for the big cock. 

Her fingertips brushed his cock head and it leaped, 
eager for her touch. Marisa finally wrapped her fingers 
around it and began twisting her gloved hand along his 
rod, coating every square inch with oil. The thin layer 
of latex did little to hide how hard and powerful 
Shane's cock was. She could feel every bump, ridge, and 
vein along his shaft. She could even feel the heat his 
cock was giving off.

Marisa had run her hand along the entire thing and 
figured she was ready to get this over with. She was 
bringing her other hand up to steady his penis and for 
the first time noticed how big his balls were. Her hand 
slid down his shaft as she stared at his testicles. They 
were sized for both Flex and Flex's cock which is to say 
they were huge. 

Her hand stopped heading for the base of his shaft and 
instead went over to cup his balls. Just one of Flex's 
testicles barely fit in her gloved hand. She could cup 
John's entire scrotum in one hand. She released it and 
went back to stroking the giant black shaft with one 
hand while steadying the base with her other hand.

"It's not fair that you get to see me naked and you're 
still in that bikini." Flex stepped into his Speedo with 
one foot and pushed it down to the sand.

"Bikini stays on, Flex," said Marisa, staring intently 
at his cock as her hand slid up and down the long shaft. 
It was so perfect, so masculine. Much to her shame, her 
arousal grew. Her pussy continued leaking to the point, 
her bikini bottoms were soaked and her juices were 
leaking through it. Her nipples had been hard for 
awhile, but now they began leaking and little wet spots 
spread out around her nipples on her bikini top. They 
even jetted once, doubling the size of the circles of 
wetness on her cups. Marisa had told Flex just a few 
minutes ago that this was his lucky day. Now she wasn't 
so sure. She was the lucky one. He was doing her the 
favor by letting her touch him. It was her privilege.

Marisa's arm began to tire, so she switched and began 
stroking him with her left hand. Her knees were digging 
into the sand through the blanket and hurting. She 
fidgeted trying to get more comfortable. Her left arm 
was tiring rapidly. Flex had some amazing stamina. Doubt 
started creeping in that she might not be able to get 
him off. He was enjoying it at least. Flex would grunt 
from time to time and a few times, he'd let out an "Oh 
yeah baby, jerk off that big black cock". 

She looked up his amazingly defined chest and to his 
head. He'd thrown his head back and was looking up at 
the sky. He brought his head back down and looked down 
at her. Their eyes met and locked. She couldn't look 
away. Right then, her only desire was to make sure that 
Flex got off. She started using both hands, jerking his 
shaft faster and faster using every bit of her strength. 
His lips curled up in a wry grin. "Try sucking on it, 
that should work."

Marisa broke eye contact and stared at the huge head of 
his cock. Her lips parted and she leaned slightly 
forwards, but then she came to her senses. "No way, 
Flex. I'm your friend's wife, remember?"

"Let me see them titties then. That should help me get 
off."

Marisa frowned. His hand was already in her long red 
hair, not waiting for permission, he pulled the string 
around the back of her neck. Then his hand slid down her 
back, touching her skin until it found the string around 
her back. He pulled that loose and her top fell to the 
blanket.

"Damn Isa, dems some big white titties."

Marisa flushed so much she thought her skin might turn 
as red as her hair. Her nipples were as hard as she'd 
ever seen them, so big and pointy, her entire areola had 
puffed up with them. Her areola had always been a faint 
rose color that blended in with her skin, but since her 
pregnancy, the nipple itself had turned a darker angry 
red. Worse, the sunlight made her red nipples glisten 
where her mother's milk was leaking from them. Little 
jets of milk shut out suddenly as he gazed on them. She 
turned her attention back to his cock and her rapidly 
tiring arms.

"Let's lay down."

"Alright," she said, releasing his cock. She sat back on 
her ass as Flex sat down on the blanket and laid on his 
back. It was a large blanket, but Flex was so tall, most 
of his legs were in the sand. She reached over for his 
cock without being told to and started stroking him 
again. They were positioned in a way that had her 
kneeling by his head with her right hip near his head. 

Now she was leaning over his stomach, her large 
pendulous breasts swinging like udders underneath her. 
Her nipples scraped across his hard stomach. Suddenly a 
jolt of pleasure shot up from her nipple and coursed 
through her entire body. "What are you doing?" she 
gasped.

Flex had slid his hand up and cupped her breast, 
pinching a nipple. "Gotta let me play with these. It'll 
get me off faster."

"Oh god!" she muttered, trying not to moan. She couldn't 
bring herself to tell him to stop, it felt too good. His 
hand was kneading the tip of her breast. Damn! He was 
milking her. She could feel her milk laden breast squirt 
some fluid into the palm of his hand. His hand 
disappeared and she heard a sucking sound. He was 
tasting her mother's milk! She didn't even let John do 
that.

Flex leaned on his side a little so that he was facing 
her body. The hand returned only this time, it found the 
back of her thigh. Marisa summoned her strength and 
started jerking him off faster, desperate to get him 
off. His strong black hand slid up her nearly bare ass 
cheek. It found the string across her hips and she felt 
him pinch the knot. "Panties stay on!" she gasped, 
moving her hands faster. She glanced back. His dark 
black hand moved from her panties to her sides, down her 
ass and thigh. The contrast against her white skin was 
exciting. She felt stupid for putting the latex gloves 
on, but at least she wasn't actually touching his giant 
penis.

His hand worked around the back of her leg to her 
interior thigh. He could feel her wetness now and she 
flushed again with embarrassment. Cum dammit! She 
thought, trying to will his cock to explode. She 
trembled in lustful shock when his finger pushed against 
her bikini bottom. The tip teased her, slowly working 
its way up and down her wet slit. Marisa couldn't help 
herself. Her mind tried to pull away from that teasing 
finger, but her body pushed back into it and the tip of 
his finger pushed her bikini bottom inside her needy 
pussy about half an inch. She was so horny. This time 
Marisa moaned and sucked her lower lip into her mouth in 
an attempt to stifle it. She switched hands again. Was 
it her imagination or was his cock swelling larger?

Marisa started humping the black man's finger much to 
her shame. He pulled it back and for a brief moment, she 
felt he might be showing her some sympathy, but he was 
only working his finger into edge of her panty bottom. 
His free hand squeezed her breast again, pinching her 
nipple just as the finger in her crotch slid past her 
bikini bottom and pushed deep in her wet pussy. It slid 
up to the knuckle with a loud squishing sound. "Damn, 
Marisa, your pussy is like a furnace." She had the bare 
fingers of a black man in her pussy and a a bare black 
hand squeezing her breast. It was too much for Marisa. 
She gasped and came all over his finger.

He pulled it back, but immediately replaced it with two 
fingers. He started finger fucking her. Her orgasm had 
been the first in months. Marisa's mouth opened wide as 
she moaned in absolute pleasure. His finger fucking 
forced her head down, right over his hard cock head. She 
tried to pull back, but he pinched her nipple hard again 
and she kept her mouth open as he started bucking his 
hips. The big round head of his cock kept working its 
way in and out of her mouth, pushing against the back of 
her throat. Marisa pushed her head down over it 
willingly now, thanking him for the orgasm. The huge 
cock felt like it might explode at any moment and it 
did. Flex bellowed and his hot cum started pouring down 
this married mom's throat.

Marisa didn't even like physically touching him and now 
his penis was ejaculating sperm down her throat. She 
pulled back, her mouth swelling with semen until her 
cheeks bulged. She swallowed a load, surprised that his 
protein rich sperm didn't taste all that bad. As her 
cheeks bulged out a second time and sperm began to 
dribble down her chin, his cock head sprang free of her 
mouth and she got a blast of hot semen in her face. 

She pushed herself up off the blanket, his wildly 
spurting cock covering her breasts and chest with yet 
more sperm. Cum had coated one of her eyes and she 
opened the other. Flex was holding his cock up and it 
looked like a long black volcano. Sperm was still 
shooting up from it about an inch only to fall back onto 
the head to drip down the shaft like hot lava. She could 
even fancy that she could see his heavy scrotum jerking 
at it pumped out more semen this one time then her 
husband had probably cum in his entire life.

Flex had kept his fingers in her pussy and when she had 
pulled back, it only served to push them deeper.
She moaned as he worked them in and out. "That was 
fantastic Isa. You need to let me repay the favor. Lie 
down on the blanket." He pulled his fingers out and slid 
off to the side of the blanket.

"W-what are you going to do?" she asked. Marisa moved to 
kneel on the blanket.

"I'm gonna eat that white pussy until you cum as hard as 
I did." He grabbed one thigh and pushed her back.
"You think my fingers felt good. Wait until my tongue 
gets in there. I'll need to take those bottoms off."

Marisa's good eye was wide open. She wanted this. Needed 
this. "Alright, go ahead." She rationalized that it 
would be safe without her panty as he'd just cum and it 
would be a long time before that big cock of his got 
hard again.

He grinned at her and used both hands to untie the 
strings of her bikini bottoms. "Look at that red haired 
pussy," he said as her crotch was revealed. She shaved 
it in a long strip, shaving the sides to fit in the 
bikini.

Her pussy tended to be quite bushy and the strip from 
her clit up to her lower stomach was a healthy patch of 
red hair. He positioned her ass on the edge of the 
blanket as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs 
open. She lay back in the sand. Flex was squatting 
between her legs on the rest of the blanket. 

He didn't want his wet cock in the sand. Marisa could 
see his mighty phallus sticking straight out, dripping 
his seed. She was surprised at how large it remained 
after cumming. John's tended to shrink pretty fast. Then 
Flex's cock disappeared as he lowered it to the blanket, 
his head approaching her hairy crotch.

Marisa had never found Flex attractive. She didn't like 
African features and Flex looked very African. She 
didn't like his dark skin and though she liked fit men, 
Flex's bodybuilder's frame looked unnatural to her going 
beyond fit. Still, as his ugly face drew closer to her 
pussy until she felt his hot breath on her genitals, she 
couldn't look away. When the first flick of his tongue 
hit her labia, she shuddered and spread her legs wider 
for him. The tip of his tongue touched her anus and then 
pushed hard against her crotch as he licked up, wiggling 
his tongue between the folds of her labia and then 
flicking it over her clit. 

She moaned loudly when he suddenly sucked her entire 
clit between his lips. Flex then attacked her needy 
pussy with gusto. Marisa had never felt anything so good 
before. He licked and sucked her pussy, sometimes using 
his tongue as a cock fucking her with it. Before she 
knew it, her belly began undulating downwards as her 
hips lifted slightly off the blanket into his thrusting 
tongue. An orgasm was growing, getting bigger, her world 
exploded as she came all over his mouth.

Flex had kept his promise, but he wasn't done with her 
yet. Marisa hadn't completely recovered from her orgasm 
when she felt his fingers entering her again. Flex's two 
fingers were as big as John's penis, but they felt 
better, more flexible and he was moving the tips around 
deep in her pussy. His mouth hadn't slackened off 
either. He was still teasing her clit, tongue twirling 
around it, flickering up and down over it. "Oh god! 
Flex, I'm going to cum again!" 

Pressure was growing inside her pussy. Marisa was 
tensing up, lifting her hips up into his fingers and 
mouth. Her hands were on the blanket, squeezing handfuls 
of sand through the cloth. Flex let the pressure build 
until finally he sucked the entire nub of her clit 
between his lips and sucked hard. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" screamed Marisa as she came. She was so 
loud, passersby on the beach path might have heard her, 
but she was beyond caring at that point. She'd never cum 
so hard or so powerfully before. Her eyes rolled up in 
her head and the pleasure left her dizzy. Her nipples 
ached with need as they'd both leaked milk as she came.

Marisa smiled with satisfaction as she recovered. Flex 
was still teasing her pussy with his fingers, but now it 
was just the tips. His tongue had moved up the side of 
her bush, then the top of her bush and over the slight 
mound beneath her belly button. His tongue pushed into 
her navel just as his fingers left her pussy, his hand 
moving through her bush, over her hip and up over her 
ribs to grab her left breast and pinch her nipples. 

He quit tonguing her belly button, kissed it, and then 
proceeded to kiss up the line above her stomach, over 
her rib cage and then up her right breast. He planted a 
kiss right on her nipple, flickering it with his tongue 
before sucking it between his lips just as he had done 
with her clitoris. She felt some relief from the 
pressure in her breasts as milk emptied through her 
nipple into his mouth.

Despite recently having an orgasm, well two actually... 
wait, she had three since they'd laid down on the towel. 
Marisa came so rarely, that she estimated she'd only had 
three orgasms over the last two years and now she'd had 
three in less than an hour. The last one had been the 
biggest of her life. 

Well, despite all that, laying beneath the strong man 
with his fingers teasing one nipple and her other nipple 
in his mouth had her body getting aroused again. It was 
too much for the neglected wife. Marisa caught herself 
writhing beneath him, lifting her hips up into him in 
the natural act of the female to receive the dominant 
male.

Flex's mouth left her nipple and he kissed up her 
pendulous breast to her shoulder. Marisa moaned slightly 
as his mouth reached her neck. She knew his ugly face 
was approaching her mouth to kiss her, but instead of 
turning away, she closed her eyes and parted her lips as 
his mouth met hers. She tried to pretend it was John 
kissing her so passionately, but the only image her mind 
could produce was of black muscles, black skin, and 
giant spurting black cock. 

She didn't resist as his tongue entered her mouth and 
her own tongue began dueling with it. Flex arched his 
back, his fingers pinching her nipple. His fingers 
returned to her pussy, the tips teasing her slit, 
growing wet with her arousal, pushing into her, a big 
round knob the size of a golf ball parting her labia and 
pushing her pussy lips inside, stretching her out like 
her insides had never been stretched out before.

Marisa opened her eyes in alarm, then closed them again 
when she saw the black man's ugly flat nose before her 
face. She kept kissing him even as his cock worked in 
and out of her pussy, using her own arousal to lubricate 
it before pushing deeper. Any anxiety that she'd felt 
knowing they were now fucking disappeared after a few 
seconds to be replaced with awe at this man's stamina. 
In her limited experience, no man had ever gotten erect 
again on the same day let alone within an hour of 
cumming once before. She'd never even considered it a 
possibility. 

She knew that she should push him off, but instead her 
legs opened wider for him making it easier for his cock 
to go deeper. Her unease had disappeared and now her awe 
was fading as her lust grew. There would be no more 
thinking, there would only be fucking and she told him 
so. "Fug meh," she moaned into his lips.

Flex moved his mouth off hers. "What was that?" he 
asked.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"You want me to fuck you with my big black cock," he 
said, his lips close to her ear.

"Yes!" she gasped, raising her hips rapidly into his 
cock as he held it still.

"As you wish," he replied, adjusting his body directly 
over her. He hovered over her, his back bent, strong 
hands grabbing the sides of her head. He kissed her 
forehead and then began to pump his cock in and out of 
her. She'd taken about a third of the long thick shaft 
at this point. It wasn't quite as deep in her as John 
could go, but the additional thickness made it feel 
deeper. Soon it was deeper as each thrust of his cock 
sent the head further into her pussy. Soon it was as 
deep as her husband had ever been on those days when 
John had a good erection. Soon after that, it was in 
virgin territory. Marisa wrapped her arms around his 
back. Her blue gloved hand's squeezing his back as she 
also wrapped her legs around his waist. 

"Aarghhh!!" she gasped in pain-pleasure as his cock head 
knocked on her cervix. The entrance to her womb was a 
weak barrier to the mighty battering ram that was his 
black cock. The pain grew as his huge cock head forced 
its way into her womb, then disappeared as she orgasmed 
for a fourth time that day. From here on out, there was 
only pleasure. She leaned up and kissed his hard black 
chest, submissively.

Flex bucked his hips hard, slamming his cock rapidly 
into her pussy at a pace that would have had most men 
cumming within a minute. There was a loud constant 
squishing sound each time he buried his cock in her 
pussy. Marisa fucked him back as best she could, 
clinging to his body and bringing her hips up into each 
thrust of his cock. He pounded her to a fifth orgasm and 
then a sixth that was as big as the one he'd given her 
while going down on her. This was exactly what she had 
been needing for over a year now. Finally, her sexual 
needs were getting satisfied.

Flex finally slowed, but he was just changing positions. 
He pushed himself off her and sat back on his knees. He 
cupped his arms under her knees. Marisa looked up at 
him, then glanced away. 

"Look at me," he ordered. 

She turned to look at him. His dark African features 
weren't as ugly to her anymore. They were still brutish, 
but they were masculine too. He slowly moved his hips 
back, his long twelve inch plus cock, slowly slipping 
out of her. With a wet, plop, the head sprang free of 
her pussy. He pushed his hips forwards and his cock 
moved up her crotch and stomach, the head passed her 
belly button. 

"You wanna keep fucking?" he asked, staring hard at her. 

Marisa nodded in reply. 

"Then you put it in." 

Marisa leaned up, her gloved hand sliding between their 
bodies to grab the head. She caressed the knob and then 
slid down the shaft. She leaned up further as Flex 
pulled his cock back and she could bend it down so that 
the head was at the entrance to her pussy. 

"Put that black cock where it belongs, Isa." he ordered.

Marisa put the cock head right on her pussy and pulled 
on the shaft. "YESSS!" she moaned as the head pushed 
back into her. 

Inch after inch slid through her hand as his cock pushed 
deeper. "YESSS!!!" she moaned again, releasing his shaft 
and falling back down on the blanket.

"John ever fuck you this good, Isa?" he asked, leaning 
forwards.

"Never," she muttered. Flex's cock head pushed right 
through into her womb, easily this time. He held it 
still, flexing the muscles and making his cock jerk, but 
holding it buried in her.

"This is how a real man fucks," he told her, finally 
starting to work his cock a little. "Whose cock do you 
like better?"

"Your cock, Flex," she told him truthfully. Minutes ago, 
she hadn't wanted to look at him. Now she couldn't take 
her eyes off him. His sexy muscles glistened with sweat.

"What kind of cock is it, Isa?"

His eyes bored into hers. Her body shuddered. "Black 
cock," she told him. "I love your black cock." Her pussy 
suddenly spasmed and her nipples ached as milk leaked 
from her swollen nipples. For a moment, she felt she'd 
just cum again, but her pussy had only sent a fresh wave 
of juices over the mighty black cock sliding in and out 
of her pussy.

"Glad you like it," said Flex, lifting her knees higher 
until her ass lifted slightly off the blanket. "Your 
body's built for big black cock." He started slamming 
his cock into her faster.

Marisa felt another orgasm growing. She'd never been 
fucked this hard or fast before. John would have cum a 
long time ago. She felt a strong urge to touch his 
chest. Marisa moved her hands up to his chest, feeling 
his hard pectorals beneath her gloves. How ridiculous, 
she thought looking at the blue latex. She pulled her 
hands back and pulled off the gloves as fast as she 
could, tossing them to the side.

She brought her hands back to his chest, the second her 
bared flesh touched his chest, the orgasm broke. "Aaagh! 
Your black cock's making me cum," she cried.

Marisa slid her hands all over his chest and muscular 
arms, through his sweat. How had she ever thought that 
this was unattractive. Flex's muscles had muscles, 
muscles she'd never heard of. She shuddered with desire 
as she stared at her pale white hands against his dark 
black skin. There was only one sight she'd ever seen 
sexier than her hands running over his chest and upper 
arms and that sight was further down his body. Marisa 
sat up so that she could stare at the glistening shaft 
coming up out of her pussy only to piston back in. 

She fancied she could see his large cock head bulging 
out her skin as it worked its way deep into her womb. 
She stared with fascination at the thrusting black cock 
until she felt Flex's hot breath on her face. She turned 
her head up to look upon his handsome face before their 
lips met and they kissed again as the black man slowly 
kept fucking the married white mom. He broke the kiss. 
"Who owns this pussy?" he asked.

"You do Flex," she replied, kissing his again. Marisa 
gasped and sucked his large lower lip into her mouth as 
she came all over his cock. She had lost count of all 
the orgasms he'd given her.

Flex broke the kiss and sat back on his legs. His mighty 
thews lifted her knees raising her ass even higher. He 
began bucking his hips hard. His cock sliding rapidly in 
and out of her pussy. "You on the pill?"

"Aaah aah aah! No!" Marisa gasped each time his cock 
bottomed out in her pussy. "Aaah! Need to pull out."

"Good," he growled, picking up speed.

Jesus! She was going to cum again and it was going to be 
a big one. Marisa's toes curled as the pressure grew. 
White drops of milk formed on her nipples, until 
rivulets started flowing down onto her breasts. Flex 
suddenly buried his cock, the first powerful jet of his 
fertile sperm striking the back of her womb. 

"NO!" she screamed, realizing that he was cumming in 
her. "Pull out!" 

His cock spurted a second time and the damn broke. Her 
pussy contracted all over the still spurting cock, 
pulling his semen deeper inside her. He finally realized 
his mistake and began to withdraw his cock with her 
pussy muscles milking every inch of the thick shaft for 
more of his sperm as he withdrew it.

Marisa missed his cock the moment the fat head cleared 
the opening of her pussy. She looked at that dark black 
knobby head even as his long urethra opened and spit 
another long strand of his seed that struck her chin and 
left a trail all the way down to her bushy red pubes. He 
thrust his cock up over her belly, ribbons of cum 
hitting her face, chest, breasts, and ribs. 

Finally, it quit shooting, but sperm continued to pour 
from the tip in a white stream that splattered on her 
belly and began to form a pool in her navel. She 
wondered if there was such a thing as hyper-ejaculation. 
If so, Flex suffered from it. "Damn that was great, 
Isa," said Flex, rising to his feet. "I've been wanting 
to do that since the first time I set eyes on that milky 
white skin of yours." He held his hand out. She took it 
and he pulled her to her feet.

Yech, she thought looking down at her sperm covered 
body. There was so much semen, she prayed that he had 
only cum a little in her pussy, but she knew that wasn't 
the truth. Even as she wished it so, a stream of his 
seed was leaking from her pussy and dripping of her 
clit. What wasn't leaking felt like it was trapped in 
her womb behind her cervix. "Ass! Why'd you cum in me?"

"What?" he looked hurt. "You told me there was no need 
to pull out?"

"I told you, No, you need to pull out."

"Sorry babe, but what's done is done. When can we fuck 
again?"

Marisa looked down at his cock, still swollen and huge. 
It wasn't proudly sticking up any more, but it was still 
hard and sticking a good twelve inches straight out from 
his curly black pubic hairs. A large pearl of white 
semen had formed around the urethra. In a day of 
uncharacteristic behavior, Marisa did one more 
uncharacteristic thing. She squatted down and planted 
her parted lips right over his cock head, gripping the 
base with one hand and squeezing her hand up along the 
shaft. 

She milked it of the last bit of sperm still stuck in 
his shaft and was rewarded with a small squirt of his 
seed across her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and 
took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue twirl all 
around it before pulling back and planting a long kiss 
right on the tip. "That was the best ever," she said 
looking up at him. "And your cock's amazing."

The head had risen a little and was now angles upwards. 
Marisa rose to her feet and looked deep into his brown 
eyes. "But this can never happen again. I can't risk 
John finding out. It has to be a one shot deal."

"No way," said Flex, smirking at her. "I own this pussy 
and I'm gonna have it any time I want."

"Flex, I only said that because you seem to get off on 
the dirty talk. This never happened."

Flex suddenly looked over her shoulder at something. 
"Isa, turn around."

Marisa turned around. "What?" she asked, not seeing 
anything. Flex strong hands came to rest on her 
shoulder. Instead of turning her to look at whatever it 
was he was seeing, they started applying pressure. 
"Flex?' she asked, as her legs gave way and he pushed 
her down to her knees. He moved a hand to her back and 
pushed her forwards. She caught herself with her hands. 
He then grabbed her hips and pulled up until she got on 
all fours. 

Before Marisa, knew what was happening, his cock was 
slipping back in between the folds of her pussy lips. 
She moaned, her pussy and his previous deposit of sperm 
quickly lubricating his reinvigorated cock. Flex fucked 
her hard, pulling her hips back into each thrust of his 
cock. "How 'bout this Isa? Is this happening? You glad 
I'm fucking you again?"

"Oh god! YES! Keep fucking me Flex. I love your cock."

SMACK! His palm fell hard on one ass cheek, causing her 
body to jump and leaving a red mark. "This is what it 
means to own a pussy, bitch. I'm gonna fuck this pussy 
whenever I want."

Marisa sobbed as she came all over his cock as the 
stinging of her ass cheek slowly faded. "Yes Flex, you 
can fuck me whenever you want."

SMACK! His palm hit her other ass cheek, but not quite 
as hard. "I wasn't asking. I was telling."

Marisa came again after her second spanking. She began 
to feel there was something wrong with her. Surely, it 
wasn't natural for a woman's body to respond like this? 
But then she had never encountered a male with such a 
dominant personality before. Flex was certainly popular 
with the ladies so others must get off on this just as 
much as she was.

Marisa felt one hand leave her hip and she feared he 
might be about to correct her again. The hand returned 
to her but cheek, but it didn't come down hard to spank 
her. It just squeezed a handful of her ass flesh. 
Something flickered across her anus. It quickly 
returned, pushing down against her rosebud. "Flex?"

"Shut up!" he told her, pushing his thumb against her 
anus until it opened and his thumb pushed inside.

Just as her mind registered what was happening and she 
thought that this wasn't normal or natural, her body 
began to respond to his thrusting cock and the thumb in 
her ass. She came again as he pushed his thumb inside 
her up to the knuckle. Flex just held his thumb inside 
her, pulling her hips into his thrusting cock.

Marisa's strength gave out and her head fell on the 
blanket. Her ass staying up and presenting itself to the 
male taking her. There was no kissing or foreplay this 
time. It was simply a dominant male taking a female for 
his pleasure so that he could get off. Luckily, for her 
abused pussy, the rapid speed of his thrusting cock had 
him cumming quicker than the last time. 

He stabbed forward with his cock and once again filled 
her womb with a large load of semen. He shot several 
more jets of sperm into her womb before pulling his cock 
out and letting fly on her back. When he was nearly 
done, Flex leaned over her and stroked out a few more 
wads into her ass crack.

Marisa moaned with satisfaction. She'd had another 
powerful orgasm when he shot his second load inside her. 
She'd just cum a lifetimes worth of orgasms in a little 
over an hour. She mumbled something.

"What was that?" asked Flex.

"Please fuck me again," she said, pushing herself back 
up on all fours.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Flex pulled his 
swim trunks back on. "You're a mess. Better get back to 
the cabin and wash yourself off nice and good. I'll go 
keep the rest of the gang at the beach for a bit."

He disappeared into the bushes and quickly jogged off.

Marisa weakly rose to her feet. He was right. She was a 
mess. He'd marked her well with his seed. She had semen 
on her face, chest, breasts, belly, it matted her pubic 
hair, covered her thighs and now she had a fresh deposit 
sliding down her back. The first load had liquefied and 
was runnier. She looked down at the blanket, but it 
wouldn't be of any use. Sperm had dripped all over it 
and the motions from their fucking had gotten sand all 
over it. She didn't have much choice other than to high 
tail it back to the shower.

Marisa quickly put her skimpy bikini back on, tying the 
strings as fast as she could. She retrieved the bottle 
of baby oil and shoved it over her ass cheek between her 
bikini bottom. The blanket was a disgusting mess so she 
decided to abandon it there leaving it with her latex 
gloves and the old condom.

Marisa snuck out down the path to the beach trail. She 
looked down to the beach. Candace was lying on her back 
on a blanket. Flex was standing over her. He was holding 
Jack, rocking her baby in his arms. John and Grant were 
still out snorkeling. Marisa hurried up the path to 
their trailers and froze when she saw two young men 
making their way towards her. She was covered in sperm 
and some of it was even starting to dry and flake. She 
did the first thing that came to mind as they 
approached.

That morning Marisa had found it distasteful to even hug 
the strong black man. She had insisted on wearing latex 
gloves to jerk him off Now she found herself rubbing his 
sperm into her body. She started with the tops of her 
breasts and then moved on to the remains of the pool 
that had been in her belly. The men froze when they saw 
her. Their eyes bulging as they took in the sight of her 
hot body in the skimpy bikini. "Hi," she said, trying 
not to look guilty. Her hand running up and down her arm 
covering her skin with liquefied semen.

"Need any help with that?" asked one of the men, a cocky 
grin on his face.

"No thanks," she replied. "I got it covered."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, a woman as fair skinned as you really needs to 
make sure she's well protected," added the other man.

"I could get your back for you?"

Marisa felt a wad of semen slide down her cheek. She 
quickly brought her hand up and began rubbing it into 
her face. "Mighty nice of you to offer guys, but my 
husband's right up on the beach there." She hoped they'd 
take the hint. They did.

"Alright then, if you're sure. See ya." said the cocky 
one. The two men left.

Marisa turned and practically ran back to their 
trailers. She decided to just hop into the outside beach 
shower. The hot water hit her body and she began to soap 
all the sperm off her. As she lathered up her body, she 
wondered what the rest of this weekend might bring. She 
closed her eyes, holding her head under the water, her 
mind filled with pictures of black muscles and big black 
cocks. Her hand slid the soap down between her thighs to 
her crotch as she thought of Flex.

***

"Damn! Isa, I still can't get over how good you look," 
said Flex, lifting a beer to his lips and taking a swig.

Marisa blushed as she exited the trailer carrying jack. 
The black man's attention made her nipples harden and 
she'd forgone wearing a bra. Grant's eyes also fell on 
the swollen protuberances beneath the sundress she'd 
pulled on. The sundress was pretty and green, looking 
good on her with her pale skin and red hair. It also 
hugged her form showing off her sexy body where most of 
her clothes tended to make her look chubby.

John ogled her too, a smirk on his face showing that he 
was pleased his wife was the center of his male friends' 
attention.

John finished setting up a portable play area and Marisa 
strolled over and put Jack down in it. Their baby 
immediately began crawling around and exploring. Grant 
was sitting back in the courtyard enjoying his beer. 
Candace was preparing their dinner, opening a bag of 
chips, getting buns ready, etc. She was wearing her 
bikini top and had a wrap around skirt on. The giant 
black man was working two of the hibachi grills, cooking 
hot dogs and hamburgers. He was shirtless, wearing only 
shorts and flip-flops. The group had decided to lay off 
the bars that night. Marisa felt a little guilty as she 
worried it was because they didn't want her to feel left 
out watching the baby. 

It turned out to be a fun evening. Dinner was good. 
Marisa slowly nursed one beer while the others quickly 
went through the case, empty cans forming an ever 
growing pyramid. Flex whipped out a deck of cards and 
the men began playing poker while Candace cleaned up and 
Marisa went inside to put down the baby. She stepped 
inside the trailer and lowered the straps on her dress. 
She breathed a sigh of relief when the material cleared 
her sensitive nipples. Jack latched on to one hungrily 
and began sucking greedily. She sighed with contentment 
as the pressure began to abate from her milk-laden 
breasts. 

Marisa strolled over to the window and stared out at the 
group playing cards. The window was high enough they 
couldn't see her bare breasts. Candace had joined in and 
the foursome was laughing and drinking happily. Her eyes 
rested on the big black man and stayed there. She 
pictured it was Flex sucking her nipple instead of her 
infant. Flex's cock was in her hand as she stroked it. 

Flex's big cock was filling her mouth with his hot seed 
as she leaned over it. Flex's big black cock was pushing 
inside, fucking her hard, making her cum, giving her the 
best sex of her life as she kneeled before him, his big 
black cock fucking her to orgasm after orgasm, his thumb 
pushing past her rectum as his big black cock spurted 
his hot fertile seed into her hungry womb.

Marisa's eyes grew wide as she snapped out of her 
daydream. Their time earlier that day on the beach 
blanket would be the subject of many of her dreams for 
the rest of her life. Her thighs were damp. Just 
thinking of him had made her wet again. She wondered how 
much of her wetness was the black man's seed. His semen 
had been leaking from her womb in drips and drabs all 
afternoon. Her nipple sprang free and she looked down to 
see that Jack had fallen asleep as he always dead while 
nursing. She kissed his forehead and put him down to 
sleep in the portable crib. Marisa pulled her top back 
on and then went out to join the others.

"Wanna play?" asked John.

"Deal me in," she replied. Marisa retrieved another can 
of beer, impressed by how much the others had already 
drunk. She popped the tab and took a sip.

Flex reached into his pocket and pulled out a big fat 
joint. "It's HIGH time we got this party started," he 
said, receiving only a few chuckles at his pun. He lit 
the joint and passed it to Grant. Grant took a big drag 
and handed it to Candace. John looked at his wife for 
permission. He was already showing the signs of being 
quite drunk and certainly didn't need to get stoned on 
top of the beer, but Marisa nodded for him to go ahead. 

He happily accepted the joint from Candace and took a 
long drag. He swayed in his seat as he held it in, eyes 
closed. Her husband's lower lip was sucked inside his 
mouth. As his lips became wet from drinking, John would 
start sucking it inside his mouth without realizing it. 
He also had a weird habit of holding his head down when 
he was drunk and he was looking down as he passed the 
joint back to Flex.

Marisa squeezed in between Candace and her husband. She 
didn't want to sit beside Flex, but instead found 
herself sitting across from him and his eyes went right 
to the cleavage the tight dress displayed. Her already 
hard nipples popped out like to erasers under his 
scrutiny, she felt them start to leak. 

The joint passed under her nose several times. She was 
never one for drug use so it wasn't a great sacrifice to 
pass on taking a hit because she was a nursing mother. 
Still, it wasn't long before she started feeling really 
good and giggling a little as she began to get a contact 
high.

Everyone was drunk and stoned. Marisa watched as Grant 
leaned over and kissed Candace. They began to make out. 
His hand came up and squeezed her breast through the 
bikini top. She reached out and pushed it away, but 
stood up and took his hand. She led him towards their 
trailer. Marisa watched them go.

"Quarters?" asked Flex, producing a shot glass and 
bouncing a quarter into it.

"Soundsh like fun," said John, drunkenly.

"Where do you two think you are, back in college?" asked 
Marisa.

Flex laughed as John missed the shot glass by six 
inches, his quarter rolling off the table and falling 
into the sand. Flex scored two consecutive shots into 
the glass and John did the two shots. John missed again. 
The trio paused when the sounds of love making started 
coming through the open windows on Grant and Candace's 
trailer. They listened and broke out laughing.

"I thinks we should head inshide," slurred John. He 
pushed off from the table and nearly fell. When he 
stood, his crotch was tented out. Listening to his 
friend's fucking had made him horny.

"I'll be right in," said Marisa. "Let me finish my 
beer."

"I'll be waiting." He leaned over and kissed her on top 
her hair. He rarely showed public affection unless he 
was drunk and horny.

Just as John disappeared, Marisa felt a big strong hand 
on her knee under the table. She yanked her leg away 
from Flex's grip and quickly stood up. Letting John 
leave her alone with his black friend hadn't been a good 
idea. Through the window, Candace's cries grew louder. 
"AH AH AH ARGGHHH!" The last had been a groan of 
frustration.

"The minute man strikes again," said Flex. "Sounds like 
Candy could use a little of what you got earlier."

"Sssh," said Marisa in alarm while holding her finger 
over her lips. She turned and quickly entered her 
trailer. Marisa gave a quick glance at Jack to make sure 
he was still sleeping soundly and then turned her 
attention to the bed. John was completely passed out and 
snoring softly. He was naked lying on top the bed, his 
legs hanging over the edge as if he'd just collapsed 
asleep after pulling his underwear down. He still had 
socks on his feet.

Listening to Grant and Candace having sex, her contact 
high, and thinking about the big black man had her horny 
and ready for sex. Plus, the guilt she felt over 
cheating on John had her wanting to make it up to her 
husband in some way. John's penis if anything looked 
smaller than normal. His earlier erection was completely 
gone and his penis had shriveled up, shrinking into his 
scrotum. Marisa reached out and fondled it, but neither 
John nor his penis stirred at all. 

Compared to Flex, John's penis looked like it belonged 
on a little boy and as horny as she was, there was no 
desire in her whatsoever for his penis. It wouldn't have 
satisfied her if it had been fully erect, not when there 
was a real man's penis just a few feet from her. Why 
would she want this small shriveled white thing when 
there was a big steel hard black shaft more than willing 
to fuck her again? Flex had cum three times earlier that 
afternoon, yet somehow she knew that he wouldn't have 
any trouble getting it hard for her again. Marisa 
stepped away from John and headed outside to his waiting 
black friend.

Flex had spun around on the picnic bench so that her was 
facing away from the table. He was leaning back into the 
table, elbows on it and a beer bottle in one hand. He 
looked over at her, but Marisa held her finger up to her 
lips so that he would stay silent. The lovely married 
redheaded mom walked over to her husband's black friend. 
He stared at her, wondering what she was up to, but 
there was a knowing grin on his face. His eyes locked 
with hers as she reached out and lowered the straps of 
her dress off her shoulders. 

The summer dress fell down, exposing her bare breasts, 
ribs, and belly, but catching on her hips. Flex leaned 
forwards, his massive black hands grabbing the 
undersides of her DD breasts, squeezing and kneading 
them. Marisa sucked her lower lip into her mouth to 
stifle a loud moan of desire. Her already hard nipples 
swelled up even more under his pinches, milk forming at 
the tips. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, 
burying his head in her tits. 

Her pussy started leaking profusely. She could feel the 
wetness soaking her thighs. Flex sucked one nipple 
between his big lips and pulled back, stretching her tit 
out as her milk squirted across his tongue. Flex 
switched breasts and sucked more of her mother's milk 
into his mouth. Marisa couldn't help herself and let out 
a loud squeal of relief. Any reprieve in the pressure 
inside her milk full breasts was an immense relief to 
the young mom. However, her nipples were so sensitive, 
she couldn't take any more of his lips, tongue, and 
sucking. She pulled back from his grasp.

Marisa looked down and wasn't surprised at all to see 
the large tent in his shorts. Flex leaned back as she 
fell to her knees and he opened his legs for her. His 
shorts were grey cotton with a stretchy band. It was 
easy to pull them out and down. His swollen cock head 
came into view and then inch after inch of shaft. He 
assisted her by lifting his hips so that she could pull 
his shorts down his entire shaft and down to his knees. 
His outsized balls hung down over the edge of the bench.

Marisa reached out and grabbed his hard shaft pulling 
the mighty black cock off his abdomen. She looked up at 
him as she leaned forward and licked around the tip of 
his swollen cock head. She started sucking the end, 
still looking at him. His stare was intense, both 
possessive and dominating. She wanted to taste his seed 
again. Her first taste had only wetted her appetite for 
more. 

Marisa broke eye contact as she sucked his shaft deeper, 
his cock head pushing past her tonsils. She stared 
cross-eyed down his shaft watching his pubes growing 
closer to her nose with each bob of her head, but then 
her eyes wandered up his stomach to his hard muscles and 
she couldn't resist touching him again. Her free hand 
slid up his thigh to his hard stomach and the ridges of 
his six pack abs. Marisa shuddered as she stared at her 
white arm and hand on his dark black body. Her desire to 
taste him again was superseded by her need to have his 
cock in her pussy again. Marisa released his shaft and 
placed her hands on her knees pushing herself up.

"I knew you'd want some more of this," said Flex, his 
eyes watching her lift the hem of her dress up and slide 
her panties down her legs.

"You knew more than me then." She straddled his legs. 
"What made you so sure?

"Well ya know what they say about black men."

"What's that?" She reached down and grabbed his shaft, 
lining it up with her pussy.

"Once you go black you never go back."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marisa lowered herself 
over the head, feeling it push against her labia. She 
didn't need any more lubrication, but it still was a 
tight fit. Her pussy lips pushed inside her and began to 
spread apart around his big golf ball sized cock head. 
"But I do know one thing. Once you go Flex, you'll 
always want sex." She let gravity take over and his cock 
pushed deep inside her.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," growled the 
delighted black man. He loved having his ego stroked.
"My pussy came around begin for more."

"I'm not so sure about that either," said Marisa, a 
smile on her face.

"What do you mean? This is my pussy ain't it? You're my 
slut." Flex grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way 
down his shaft until she was sitting in his lap.

Marisa closed her eyes and stifled a moan as she 
trembled in orgasm. Yes, yes, screamed her mind. This is 
your pussy Flex, but she wanted to tease him. "No Flex. 
You're my slut. I own that big cock of yours." Marisa 
started riding him, bouncing in his lap. "When my pussy 
gets hungry, you're gonna feed it some cock. You hear 
me, slut?"

"I hears ya. My cock's done turned you into a cock crazy 
whore." He buried his face in her breasts and started 
licking and sucking her nipples. Being a professional 
weight lifter and model, Flex had never lacked for women 
to fuck. Fucking was probably his number one skill. He'd 
had hundreds of women at this point, but out of all of 
them, Marisa had the most magnificent breasts. She was 
in the top ten for tight wet hot pussies too. He loved 
her pale skin and her flame red hair too, but it was her 
breasts that he couldn't get enough of. 

The last dozen or so women he'd been with had all had 
smaller breasts with Lola being down right flat-chested. 
It had been a couple years since he'd a woman with such 
a great pair of breasts and she had been a stripper with 
implants. Marisa's large pale white mounds were just too 
good to be true and her nipples were amazing too. They 
hardened easily and were ultra sensitive clearly helping 
her have bigger orgasms when he teased them with his 
cock buried in her. She wasn't his first lactating mom 
either, but he'd never fucked a woman who produced so 
much milk so quickly.

"Feed my pussy, baby," she whispered, grabbing his hair 
and pulling his head off her breasts. Give me my cock, 
slut," she said, looking into his eyes. Marisa leaned 
down and they kissed again, deeply and passionately. 
Marisa's pussy spasmed all over his cock as she came 
again. She kept her licks locked with his, but her lips 
quivered as she came. She had a lifetimes worth of 
orgasms after only a day with Flex, but as satisfying as 
each and every orgasm was, her body was insatiable 
demanding more, wanting his cock to fuck her forever.

"Gonna cum," he grunted.

She knew he was close. She could feel his cock growing, 
swelling, and the two fingers pinching her right nipple 
were squeezing even harder as he fought to keep from 
cumming. Her pussy wanted one last orgasm and she knew 
from earlier that the big ones came from having his cock 
go off in her womb. "In me," she whispered, breaking 
their kiss. "Cum inside me. Give me your seed." The 
damage had already been done and she figured having him 
cum inside her once more wouldn't hurt anything.

His cock exploded as she slowly rode him. The second she 
felt his cum flooding her womb, she let her pussy slam 
down in his lap while his spurting cock triggered one 
last big orgasm. Marisa collapsed in his arms, panting 
heavily. "Your cock is so good, Flex," she gasped.

"Don't you mean your cock," he whispered back, laughing.

She giggled too. "I don't know what came over me. I 
think I'm a little high."

"Well we need to get you stoned more often. Come into 
the trailer with me. I think I got one or two more in 
me."

"You're amazing, but I can't leave Jack." Marisa 
dismounted, feeling every inch of his still swollen cock 
leave her pussy and missing every inch of it. She slid 
off his lap when it plopped out and immediately felt his 
semen began pouring out of her pussy. "We can't keep 
doing this Flex."

"Come on, baby?"

"Not that I don't want too. I've never wanted anything 
more, but it's too risky. All John has to do is wake up 
and look out the window to see the mother of his child 
fucking his friend. I can't do that to him. I can't do 
that to Jack. I can't risk you knocking me up. If I was 
100% sure it was safe, I'd fuck you again, but it's just 
too dangerous. This is the last time. Goodbye Shane."

"Goodnight Isa," said Flex, refusing to say goodbye. 
"I'll leave my door unlocked." She turned to look at him 
and they grinned at each other before she disappeared in 
her trailer.

Fifteen minutes later, Marisa broke her promise to the 
black man. She checked on Jack and found him happily 
sleeping. John was still passed out naked on the bed. 
His penis was still shriveled and shrunken into his 
scrotum. It pained her to think it, but the word 
"pathetic" sprang to mind as she looked at it. But it 
was pathetic compared to the black man's cock. Flex's 
soft penis was bigger than John's when he had a full 
erection. She used the toilet, attempting to urinate her 
pussy free of the voluminous seed of the black man. She 
tried to squeeze out the rest, but there was still 
plenty trapped behind her cervix. She probably was still 
leaking some of his sperm from their afternoon encounter 
and she'd be leaking the latest deposit for another day 
or two.

She cleaned herself up as best she could. She heard Jack 
cough, but the cough wasn't coming from her baby. It was 
coming from the baby monitor. She checked on Jack, but 
he was still sleeping as was John, her contentedly 
snoring husband. A grin spread across her face as she 
grabbed the baby monitor and snuck out of her trailer.

Flex was laying nude on the bed in his cabin/trailer. 
The arrogant prick didn't seem shocked to see her open 
his door. He nodded knowingly when he saw her put the 
baby monitor down on the table. Marisa pulled the dress 
off over her head and shook her head in amazement at the 
sight of Flex's cock already rising to attention just at 
the sight of her nude body. The man was certainly gifted 
in the sex department. Flex possessed not just size, but 
stamina, recovery, and the volume of his cum hadn't 
lessoned one bit regardless of how many times he 
orgasmed.

"I want you again," she told him.

"I know," said Flex, sitting up on the bed, his mighty 
cock rising up between his legs like a hard missile. 
"Get on the bed." He got off and watched Marisa crawl 
onto the bed. "Stay like that. All fours. I'm gonna take 
that pussy doggy style, slut."

Marisa shuddered and her pussy started gushing at his 
words. As much as she enjoyed playing with him and 
taking control earlier, this was the natural order of 
things. The alpha male was taking the dominant role 
again. "Fuck me, Flex. Fuck your pussy." Strong black 
hands, grabbed her hips and pulled her towards the edge. 
Standing, his cock was perfectly lined up to penetrate 
her. She felt the big tip of his cock poking at her 
pussy lips once again. "Soooo gooood," she moaned as his 
cock entered her again.

Flex grabbed her hips and pulled her into his cock each 
time he thrust forwards. Soon he was fucking her hard 
and she was creaming all over his thrusting shaft. "You 
like this cock, slut?"

"OH GOD YES!" she cried. "I love your big cock."

"Better then John's?"

Marisa hesitated. She loved her husband and didn't want 
to disrespect him, but Flex's cock was already bringing 
her to the brink of another orgasm. She told him what he 
wanted to hear. She told him the truth. "I love your big 
black cock better then John's." And she came. She came 
hard. Her fluids soaked his still thrusting shaft, 
dripping from her clit to his bed. Her pussy quivered 
and vibrated around his cock, her muscles squeezing the 
thick black shaft in an effort to make him cum inside 
her. Marisa's front arms collapsed and her head fell to 
the bed, her ass staying up as Flex continued fucking 
her hard.

"Will you do anything for this big black cock?"

"Anything," she moaned. "Anything you want, Flex. Just 
as long as you keep fucking me." He jerked his cock out 
making her feel empty inside, but there was also some 
relief. She was starting to get a little sore from being 
so stuffed with cock multiple times that day. Her 
orgasms were starting to exhaust her too. But when she 
felt Flex's cock head pressing against her anus, she 
immediately wanted it back in her pussy. "Wait! Not 
there. Flex, it's too big. I've never been... 
AAARRRGGGHHH!"

***

Candace slipped out of her cabin/trailer and walked over 
to the picnic table. She was completely nude except for 
one of Grant's long tee shirts and if she'd reached 
upwards, the hem would have flashed her beaver, but she 
wasn't expecting anyone in their group to still be 
awake. She was carrying her little purse and she reached 
in for a cigarette and lighter as she walked over to the 
picnic table. Just as she reached the bench, her dainty 
bare foot, stepped in something wet and sticky. She 
wrinkled her nose, not knowing what it was, but knowing 
that it wouldn't be pleasant and wiped her foot in the 
sand.

She sat on the bench and lit her cigarette. Grant didn't 
know she still smoked or at least pretended he didn't 
know after she promised to give them up several years 
ago. She now only smoked when she felt stressed out or 
frustrated. Grant had left her hanging again. Just when 
she started to get into it, he groaned and filled the 
condom with cum. She kept humping him, feeling an orgasm 
starting to grow, but Grant's penis had grown too 
sensitive and he'd had to pull it out. 

Candace was left unsatisfied once again. She wished 
she'd had him go down on her fist, she'd sometimes cum 
when he tongued her pussy, but he didn't enjoy it and 
even though it felt good, she found it dirty also and 
only returned the favor on Grant on special occasions.

She sighed, feeling horny and wishing she'd brought her 
dildo along. She started hearing grunts and moans. 
Candace looked around. All was quiet in Marisa and 
John's trailer, but then according to Marisa the only 
noise that ever came from their house at night was Jack 
crying. The noises were coming from Flex's cabin. 
Candace shook her head. How the hell had he found a 
woman to fuck so quickly? She got off the bench and 
walked closer to Flex's cabin.

"Too big!" cried the woman. "It hurts... it hurts sooo 
gooood."

"Like that black cock, slut," growled Flex. "Take some 
more then."

"Oh god! I love it," screamed the woman. "Shove it up my 
ass. Fuck my ass."

Candace stepped back in shock. The woman inside was 
getting sodomized! What a disgusting slut!

"Let's see how much of this big black cock you can 
take."

Candace took a drag as she listened. The light was on, 
but the only window was around the front and she didn't 
want to risk getting caught. She kept listening, wincing 
when she felt her fingers burning as the cigarette had 
burned down. She dropped it in the sand. Flex continued 
sodomizing the woman for another fifteen minutes, but 
they quit talking and the only noises coming from the 
trailer were moans and grunts and Candace swore she 
actually heard the slut inside have an orgasm from 
having Flex's penis shoved in her ass.

"Here it cums, slut."

"Seed my ass, you big black stud."

Candace backed away from the cabin. She turned and 
hurried into her own cabin. She slipped inside and 
peered through the window expecting the woman would be 
leaving soon. She didn't how the hell Flex would have 
found a slut willing to let him fuck her ass so quickly 
after they'd all gone to bed that night. She wouldn't 
have put it past Flex to have called a prostitute. Lola 
had told her that Flex seemed to actually need to get 
off several times a day. 

Candace waited by the window, but the slut with her 
husband's black friend never emerged from the cabin. She 
gave up and returned to her bed, pulling off Grant's tee 
shirt. When she did, she was surprised to see her 
nipples were completely hard. Her thighs were damp too. 
She slipped into bed beside her husband, hornier and 
more frustrated than ever.

***

"Oh god, my ass is squishing," said Marisa, standing 
nude in Flex's cabin. She clenched her butt cheeks to 
keep his cum from pouring out.

Flex laughed. "One more thing before you go. Lie down on 
the bed."

Marisa moaned. "God, you're insatiable. I love your 
cock, but quite honestly Shane, I'm exhausted."

"Get on the bed, slut."

"Yes, sir."

The over muscled black man climbed on the bed and 
straddled her thighs. Marisa was surprised that for once 
his cock was fully erect. It was a thick soft black 
banana somewhere between nine and ten inches long.
It fell out from his bushy black pubic hairs to lay like 
a sinuous black snake across her belly. "Grab my cock," 
he ordered.

Marisa obeyed. On her back, her breasts tended to fall 
over her sides they were so large and full. She snaked 
one hand down her chest between her breasts and grabbed 
the coiled coal black shaft. It stiffened at her touch. 
She slowly caressed it and stroked the thickening shaft 
until she was once again holding his full revived 12-13 
inch steel hard cock. He surprised her again. 

This time by not sliding back between her legs and 
guiding his cock to her pussy, but by sliding forwards 
until he was over her crotch. She winced when he spit in 
his hand and started coating his cock, masturbating it 
as he looked down at her breasts. He released his 
glistening cock and reached down to heft the sides of 
her breasts, squeezing them together. "What are you 
doing?" she asked.

"I'm gonna titty-fuck these big bitches." His cock was 
rampant, proudly thrust upwards. "Pull my cock down 
between dem titties."

Marisa reached out for his cock and bent it down between 
the huge canyon of her breasts. He immediately squeezed 
the soft flesh tighter around his shaft, holding his 
cock in place. Once it was secure, he started pumping 
his cock between her tits. The head banged against her 
chin and then it was sliding up over her lips. She 
licked the underside each time it passed her lips.

"Prop your head up with a pillow."

Marisa grabbed a pillow and moved it underneath her 
head. Now the tip of his cock could actually slide past 
her lips and into her mouth. She sucked the tip while he 
shoved his giant cock between her breasts. Marisa looked 
up at him. His huge torso with every muscle perfectly 
defined. The giant black cock sticking out between his 
legs now nested between her pale white breasts. How 
could she have ever found this man unattractive? 

His skin was dark black and he had negroid features and 
too many muscles, but he was the sexiest manliest 
looking male she'd ever seen. Marisa moaned and writhed 
beneath him. She quickly had a small, but satisfying 
orgasm as she looked up him. But it wasn't just from 
staring at him, her breasts were tingling sending spasms 
of pleasure through her body, pleasure that was quickly 
turning to lust as she wished he'd put his big beautiful 
cock back in her horny white pussy.

The spasms were coming from her nipples. He'd adjusted 
his hands so that he could pinch and squeeze her 
sensitive erect nipples. He was squeezing both breasts 
while pinching and rolling her nipple between his thumbs 
and forefingers. Milk began shooting out from her 
nipples. He was milking her breasts! He quickly pointed 
her nipples towards each other, her mother's milk 
shooting out to fall between her cavernous breasts 
coating his cock with her white fluid. His cock began 
thrusting faster with the extra coating of lubricant.

Marisa writhed with lust trying to wriggle free of the 
black man's substantial weight. He held her down firmly. 
She stared in awe at his cock. Milk was shooting about 
an inch from the tips of her nipples to fall on his 
shaft. The opaque white fluid nearly covered his cock 
from the crowned black head to the base of his shaft. 

The plump curved head of his cock head was retreating 
into the cave of her breasts, then shooting forwards, 
directly into her open mouth where she tried to run her 
tongue all over it before it disappeared again. The head 
was dribbling pre-cum, mixing with her milk each time it 
disappeared into her breasts. His cock was almost 
hypnotic and she couldn't take her eyes off it. The head 
even appeared to be growing, hardening, pumping up, and 
swelling. His long urethra opened.

Marisa shut her eyes just as his hot seed sprayed out 
over her face. The head entered her mouth, filling it 
with cum, then exited, more sperm shooting across her 
nose to her forehead. She swallowed, quickly opening her 
mouth so the head could enter her again and fill her 
mouth with another load of his seed.

He released her breasts and sat up a little. His semen 
splattered on her pale breasts before he guided the tip 
of his cock back into her mouth. She gulped contently, 
while he stroked his shaft, draining it of every last 
drop of cum.

"Wow," she purred, licking her lips as Flex climbed off 
her. That was just what I needed."

"What do ya mean?"

"This is the best my breasts have felt in nine months. 
They normally feel like they're about to pop from the 
pressure." Marisa wiped the sperm off her eye lids until 
she could open them. She slid off the bed and walked to 
the bathroom, using a towel to clean her face off. Her 
pale skin showed red marks easily and her breasts had 
red hand prints across him, not to mention her lower 
belly to her thighs were red from where he had sat on 
her.

She spun around. Her hips and ass had marks too from 
where he had fucked her ass. She spread her cheeks and 
could see a rivulet of white semen still flowing from 
her ass hole to drip onto the floor of his bathroom. 
It's his mess, I'll let him clean it up, she thought. 
"Quite a day, huh?" she asked, feeling foolish when she 
left his bathroom.

Flex laughed. "Looks like you done wore Flex junior 
out," he said, pointing to his cock.

She looked at the soft black banana dangling between his 
legs. She snorted. "It's still bigger then John's". Flex 
laughed again. "I'm a bit of a mess. Can I use your 
shower?"

"Of course. Maybe, I'll join you."

"No way," she said, staring at his cock. She swore it 
had just extended an inch. "I need to get cleaned up."

Just then the sounds of a baby complaining came through 
the monitor.

"Shit!," said Marisa. Jack was going to wake John up. 
She grabbed the monitor and the dress and fled Flex's 
trailer, running nude past the picnic table. She snuck 
into her trailer just as Jack's complaining turned to a 
full-fledged crying to be fed.

John groaned from the bed. "Isa! The baby."

"I got him," she reassured her husband. Marisa picked up 
Jack which instantly helped calm him. She took him over 
to the chair, grabbing some wet wipes from her bag and 
cleaning the area around her nipples of any old milk or 
remains of Flex's semen which felt like it was covering 
her entire upper torso, not to mention soaking her 
thighs, and leaking out of her ass. 

When she felt it was clean, she let Jack nurse. Her 
milk-laden breasts did their job, satisfying the hungry 
baby and soon putting him back to sleep. She replaced 
him in the crib and stepped into the small shower in 
their trailer. She spent the next twenty minutes trying 
to remove every trace of her lovemaking with her 
husband's black friend from her body.

"God Isa, It's 5:00am, what the fuck were you taking a 
shower for?"

"Your son spit up on me," she lied, slipping into bed 
beside her husband.

"Oh god, my head hurts." John finally shifted and joined 
her under the covers. He snuggled up next to her. "I'm 
so tired. What say we sleep in tomorrow?"

"No argument from me," she replied.

***

John and Marisa didn't get moving until late. Candace 
and Grant knocked on the door asking if they wanted to 
join them for breakfast, but John just groaned and 
replied, "You'll be lucky to see me by lunch." They left 
to go eat and judging by the loud roar of a motorcycle, 
Flex must have gone to join them or gone for a bike ride 
along the overseas highway. They returned an hour or so 
later and announced they would be heading for the beach.

Jack was playful and active that morning so Marisa 
didn't get as much rest as she would have liked, but 
then no new mother ever did. Marisa carried the baby 
over to the bed and sat him down beside John while she 
went to take another shower. She examined her nude body 
in the bathroom. The red marks were gone, but she still 
had some flaky semen on her thighs and in the crack of 
her ass. She'd thought she'd gotten it all in her early 
morning shower, but then this was probably leftovers 
that had leaked out of her all night. 

She showered and cleaned herself, brushed her hair and 
teeth. She was a natural beauty and didn't need makeup. 
Marisa pulled the small bikini back on. It took her 
twenty minutes to dress in her bikini and she wished 
again that she'd thought to get a new one before this 
trip. She had to stretch and adjust every inch of fabric 
to cover her areola and pubes. It was so skimpy that if 
they were on a more public beach, she might have been 
arrested. She slipped her feet into flip-flops and took 
Jack from her husband while John took a shower to wake 
up.

John came out of the bathroom nude. He grinned 
sheepishly at her. John still looked exhausted and 
tired. He hadn't drunk like that for a long time maybe 
even since their last get together with his frat 
buddies. He was a good looking fit guy and she'd enjoyed 
seeing him naked in the past, but now he looked rather 
plain and the small two inch or so penis shrunken 
between his legs looked rather sad and inadequate. John 
opened his arms and hugged his wife. "Happy 
anniversary," he told her.

"Happy anniversary," she replied. "I love you."

"And I love you," said John. He kissed her and she 
kissed him back. She felt her husband reaching behind 
her while they kissed and when he finally broke the 
loving kiss, he pulled back and he had a box in his 
hand. "Happy anniversary," he said, holding it out for 
her.

Marisa smiled and took the gift. She opened the box and 
gasped in delight. Inside was a gold necklace. The 
pendant was shaped to resemble two adults, a bigger one 
for the man and a smaller one for the woman. The woman 
was holding a figure in her arms to represent a baby and 
the baby had a small diamond where the heart would be. 
"Oh John! I love it."

"Let me put it on." John took out the necklace as Marisa 
spun around and held up her long red hair. He leaned 
down and kissed the nape of her neck just above the 
bikini string. Then he put the necklace on her.

"It's wonderful," said Marisa, looking at herself in the 
mirror.

"Let's go show it off to the others." John took their 
beach bag and a chair and the crib, loading himself down 
as all fathers do. Marisa slung the diaper bag over her 
shoulder and collected Jack who promptly tried to put 
the pendant in his mouth. "Looks like he's hungry," said 
John.

"He's always hungry." Marisa tugged on one bikini cup 
and her nipple popped right out. Jack immediately 
clamped his lips over it and started sucking 
contentedly. Well, that was easy, she thought. The 
skimpy bikini did have one advantage.

John put his things down and went to his bag, taking out 
and swallowing a couple aspirins. Her nipple plopped 
from Jack's lips, the baby smacking his lips happily. 
She fixed her top and they left the trailer.
Marisa looked at the picnic table and remembered 
mounting and riding Flex's huge black cock in that spot. 
She looked over at his trailer. He'd taken her anal 
cherry there last night and fucked her breasts, cumming 
all over her face. She hurried on to the trail, but soon 
passed the place where she and Flex had ducked of where 
she'd first seen his cock. She hadn't meant to do 
anything more than jerk him off. She hadn't meant to 
fuck him. His cock had just sort of slipped in her. It 
must have been her hormone induced horniness combined 
with the lack of attention from her husband. She briefly 
felt guilty thinking about John and then she remembered 
the orgasms.

"Here they are," yelled Grant when they appeared on the 
trail. "Glad you could make it." He started clapping.

"Happy anniversary," said Candace running over to Marisa 
and hugging her. Flex whistled at the sight of the two 
bikini clad beauties embracing. "What's this?" asked 
Candace as Marisa stepped back and held up the pendant. 
"It's lovely."

"It sure is," said Flex, looking over Candace's 
shoulder, but he wasn't staring at the necklace. He was 
staring at her breasts.

The outline of her nipples were already visible, but 
much to Marisa's shame, the black man's gaze had them 
hardening and popping out to full erection. Her thighs 
quickly turned damp too. God, the man had some kind of 
magic power over her. She was standing by her husband, 
on her anniversary, holding her baby, with a beautiful 
gift around her neck and she wished she were naked and 
alone with Flex so that they could fuck again.

"I got some sandwiches," said Grant. "Let's do lunch."

The five of them sat around in the sand and ate. Jack 
crawled around a little. Marisa and Candace waded out 
into the water and Marisa lowered Jack into the water, 
lifting him and lowering him again, much to his delight. 
Grant had some fishing rods with him and the three men 
cast their lines out, hoping for a bite. Fishing wasn't 
too great and after an hour or so, Grant suggested they 
go snorkeling again.

"John," said Marisa, "The sun's awfully hot. I'm going 
to take Jack back to the trailer and get both me and him 
out of it."

"Probably a good idea," replied her husband. "I won't 
stay out there too long."

"Nonsense, take as long as you want. We'll be fine." 
Marisa kissed her husband and John reached down and 
tickled Jack who made a delighted cooing sound. She 
grabbed the diaper bag and made her way to the beach 
trail.

"Wait up Isa," called Flex. "I'll walk with ya." He 
turned to John. "I gotta take a dump. Might take the 
bike out for a spin afterwards if I don't come back."

"Getting antsy," said Grant.

"What do ya mean?" asked the big black man.

"You need some pussy," whispered Grant so that Candace 
wouldn't hear and disapprove of his crassness.

"Man, I always need some pussy. If you two ladies were 
real men, you'd need pussy all the time too." He turned 
and jogged over to Marisa.

Grant watched the giant black man catch up with John's 
wife. His eyes fell on Marisa's ass as she walked along 
the beach trail. "Dude, your wife is smoking hot."

"Yeah bro. I got lucky unwrapping that package."

"Don't tell Candace I said that. She'd kill me. You know 
how she likes being the center of attention. Still, I'd 
pay money to see Candace with tits like Marisa's."

"G-man," said John with a serious expression on his 
face. "I can honestly say that they are magnificent."

Marisa and Flex were halfway to their cabins. "Wanna 
duck back behind the bushes?" asked Flex as they passed 
their secret rendezvous spot.

"You're insatiable," said Marisa, nervously laughing.

"That's all your fault, baby." Flex wrapped one mighty 
arm around her back. "Every time I look at you, my cock 
starts growing. Look down."

Marisa glanced down at his crotch and sure enough that 
monster black cock of his was barely contained by his 
swim trunks. She wanted to reach down into his trunks, 
pull his cock out and then fall to her knees so that she 
could suck him before guiding that big cock right where 
it belonged, stuffing her white pussy. She broke her 
gaze away instead staring at the baby in her arms. 

The power the black man had over her was frightening. 
She needed her son to ground her back into her mundane 
reality. "Anyway, I can't. We can't do this anymore 
Shane. It's been amazing and you're the best lover I 
ever had, but I can't risk my marriage or you cumming in 
me again."

"Aw, come on. You can swallow it, if you don't want it 
in your pussy."

Marisa's belly growled at the thought of swallowing his 
cum again. Look girl, she thought, If you can't resist 
him, don't be alone with him. "No Flex. It's over, we 
had our fun. I'm gonna feed Jack and then put him down 
for a nap and maybe take a nap myself. Someone kept me 
up last night."

"Yeah, someone kept me up several times." Flex followed 
Marisa over to her trailer. "Where you going? Stay and 
talk to me."

"I'm going to feed Jack. He's getting fussy."

"Feed him out here."

"Out here in the open?"

The black man grinned. "Sure why not? There's no one 
here and I've seen your tits. I'd like to see them one 
last time." He saw her hesitate and added. "Come on, 
please?"

"What if John or the others comes back?"

Flex winked at her. He climbed onto the picnic table 
bench and then stepped onto the table, looking out 
towards the beach. "John and Grant are just putting on 
their snorkels and Candace is watching them." He jumped 
down. "It's safe so whip the girls out."

Marisa untied the back of her bikini. The strings slid 
off her shoulders, followed by the cups. Her hard, 
elongated nipples sprang free. Jack smacked his lips 
loudly, causing both Flex and Marisa to laugh. "Hungry 
are you?" she said to her baby. She set Jack down in his 
swaddling blanket on the picnic table. She bent leaned 
over the table and lowered her nipple into his mouth. 
She gasped when his lips latched over her nipple and he 
started sucking. "This is called the dangling position. 
It helps-AH-drain my breasts and AH-void blockages."

Flex looked at the sexy redhead leaning over the table 
with her legs spread and her ass thrust upwards. Her 
perfect breasts pendulously hanging down almost to the 
table top. The baby was the only thing ruining the 
picture and that was only because it was a white baby. A 
black baby would have been fine. "You sure we're over?" 
asked Flex. "I could come up behind you now and shove my 
cock right up that pussy."

"It was great and I guess I've no regrets, but we can't 
keep risking getting caught and I'm not on the pill or 
anything. Shoot, for all I know, you might already have 
knocked me up."

"Is that so bad? We'd make a beautiful baby together."

"Flex, I love John. Of course it would be bad. It would 
destroy my marriage and leave me to raise two babies on 
me own."

"You could move in with me. I'd fuck you every night."

Marisa felt a tingle in her pussy. Wow! Sex like that on 
a daily basis. "That part might not be so bad," she 
replied. "But I do love John."

"Whose cock do you love more?"

"You know you're the better lover, Shane." Marisa felt a 
cool breeze on her wet nipple. She looked down, Jack had 
true to form fallen contentedly asleep.

"Whose cock?" he asked again.

"Your cock, Shane."

"Who owns your white pussy?"

"You Sha... my husband. I'm sorry, but I'm a married 
woman." Marisa stood. "I'm going to go put Jack down for 
his nap. If you want, we can talk later." Marisa walked 
to the door of her trailer and opened it. She turned to 
close it, but Flex was standing in the doorway. The red 
headed wife walked over to the crib and gently sat Jack 
down in it. When she turned back to the black man, Shane 
had entered her rental trailer and was towering over 
her. "Shane?" she asked, starting to tremble.

"Just one last kiss, Isa," he said, placing his hands on 
her hips and pulling her into his hard body.

Marisa didn't respond. She just turned her head up to 
the black man towering over her and he bent down, his 
broad flat lips pressing against her soft pink ones. His 
tongue pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth 
letting it inside, her own tongue pushing back. Her 
nipples pressed into his hard abdominals as he kissed 
her. His hands left her hips and slid up her waist. She 
could feel her panties fall to her feet. He'd untied 
them while they kissed. 

The hands slid up to cover and squeeze her large chest, 
pinching and teasing her nipples. She felt them squirt 
milk into his hands, one hungry baby was never enough to 
drain them. He stepped back a little, but kept kissing 
her while one hand left her breast and traveled down her 
flat stomach to her bushy red pubes. The tip of his 
finger pressed against her opening, feeling her heat and 
her wetness. Marisa gasped as his finger pushed into 
her. He moved it in and out slowly and before she knew 
it, she had cum all over his big digit, her juices 
soaking his hand.

That was all it took. Marisa melted into his arms. Her 
own hands reaching into his shorts to feel and caress 
his growing cock. She pulled it free and pushed his 
shorts down. 

Marisa broke their kiss first, falling to her knees and 
taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Flex gasped as 
she started sucking him with abandon, her lust for his 
cock growing, turning into desperation for his seed. He 
gently ran his hands through her red hair while she 
sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He let her 
suck his cock for several minutes before pushing her 
back and pulling her to her feet.

Flex backed her over to the bed. She fell on her back 
and he climbed on top of her. She reached down between 
his legs to stroke his cock, still amazed at its size 
and power. "Put it in you," he ordered.

Marisa guided it over to the entrance to her pussy and 
gasped as the head pushed her pussy lips inward until 
she opened enough to take him inside her. He worked his 
cock around. Loosening her up before pushing it deeper. 
Marisa had yet to let go, she felt his shaft sliding 
back and forth through her hand. She felt it's heat. She 
felt it throb with every beat of his pulse along the big 
blue vein that crisscrossed it. She felt it's wetness as 
her pussy continued soaking it. 

Each time he pushed forwards, her pussy opened more and 
inch after inch of his cock slid through her hand to 
enter her pussy until her fist was trapped between her 
pussy and his crotch. She released it and he buried his 
cock home. "Aaahhh!" she moaned contentedly. "So full. 
So big. Fuck me Flex. Fuck me with that big black cock," 
she muttered.

"No Isa," he told her leaning over her. "Not today." He 
kissed her. His fingers teased one hard nipple. "Today 
I'm going to treat you like the beautiful amazing 
creature you are." He started slowly working his cock in 
and out of her.

"Faster! Harder! Fuck me harder."

"No," he said again. He kissed down her neck to her 
shoulders, chest, and hunching over her so that he could 
suck on one nipple. Marisa trembled and shook beneath 
him. Her sensitive nipples sending spasms of pleasure 
through her body even after it filled his mouth with her 
mother's milk. He swallowed it and said, "Today I'm 
going to make love to you like a real man makes love to 
a woman."

"No," she cried even as her pussy squeezed down over 
every inch of his pleasure giving shaft and erupted in 
another orgasm that had her legs wrapping around his as 
she humped up into his cock. She was crying with sadness 
as she came down from her orgasm.

"Want me to stop?" he asked.

"No, I love it," she told him feeling as though she had 
just truly betrayed John for the first time. Marisa kept 
sobbing as he big cock kept working its way in and out 
of her horny pussy. "I love it. I love it. I love having 
your big cock in me Flex. I love your big cock." She 
quit crying. Marisa was now raising her hips into each 
thrust of his cock as she felt another orgasm growing. 
"I love you," she cried, the orgasm breaking, her nails 
digging into his back as she grabbed his head and 
brought her lips up to his, kissing the man she loved 
with more passion then she'd ever shown for her husband.

When Marisa finally broke the kiss. She fell to her back 
on the bed and smiled up at the man that had broken her.

***

Candace yelled out to Grant when he stood up from 
snorkeling. "I'm going to go back and ask Marisa if she 
wants me to watch Jack tonight so that she and John can 
have dinner together. Grant waved and Candace turned to 
gather her things and walk back to the cabins.

As she neared the three trailers, she heard noises 
coming from John and Marisa's. It sounded like constant 
grunting and moaning noises. Confused, she placed her 
things on the picnic table and snuck over to the door to 
listen. It sounded every bit like a couple having sex. 
Was Marisa taking a nap and dreaming? She remembered the 
wounds of the woman getting her ass reamed by Flex last 
night. 

The voice sounded the same. Candace shook her head in 
denial. There was no way, her married friend was 
sleeping with the black man. She glanced over at Flex's 
trailer. His motorcycle was still there. Candace had to 
know what was going on . Her hand was shaking as it 
reached for the door to Marisa's trailer.

"GIVE ME YOUR SEED!"

Candace gasped in horror. All she could see was the 
giant black man crushing the body of a white woman 
beneath him. She could see balls dangling between his 
legs, but they were bigger than any testicles she'd seen 
on a man before. They were more akin to coconuts then 
testicles and they were bucking and jerking as they 
pumped the woman full of sperm.

Candace crept closer into the room. Flex suddenly sat up 
off the woman and Candace confirmed what she already 
knew. Her friend Marisa was a cheating adulterous slut. 
What came next both horrified and haunted Candace. Flex 
yanked his cock out of Marisa's pussy. It was at its 
biggest and hardest when it came. His cock had to have 
been every bit of thirteen inches long. She's heard it 
was big, but nothing her mind had pictured could compare 
to seeing it before her eyes. 

It was still pumping sperm. Strands of the white fluid 
were shooting across Marisa's belly and tits. He then 
leaned up over her and jerked off his huge cock, more 
jets of his semen shooting right on Marisa's anniversary 
present. The loving image of the husband and wife 
holding the baby was drowned in the black man's sperm 
until it disappeared. "AAAHHH!" gasped Candace still 
coming down from what must have been a large orgasm.

Marisa and Flex both looked over at the blonde model. 
Marisa opened her mouth and screamed in horror.

***

"You okay?" called John, from the other side of the 
bathroom door. "You seem upset about something."

"Nothing dear," said Marisa back through the door. She 
applied some lipstick and blue eyeliner. She didn't need 
makeup, but when she wore it, she looked stunning. "Just 
nervous about tonight,' she said. Marisa stared into the 
mirror. She looked really good. She was getting a little 
color in her face from the sun the last few days. She'd 
been diligent in using her sunscreen the last few days, 
having been burned in the past.

"Should I go see if Candace is feeling any better? I 
don't want her watching Jack if she's sick."

"No, I'll check on her." Marisa held her hand out and 
watched it shaking. Candace had fled to her trailer and 
locked the door. She hadn't answered any of Marisa or 
Flex's knocks or answered their cries to come out and 
talk. One word from Candace and her life would be 
ruined.

"Why are you nervous about tonight?"

Marisa swallowed nervously and opened the door to the 
bathroom. "I'm nervous about wearing this." She posed, 
leaning on the doorway.

"Ohmygodyouarefuckinghot," cried John, a smile of 
delight on his face.

"Thank you."

"I can see your nipples through that top."

Marisa flushed. She was wearing a tight green tank top. 
"The bra was driving me crazy, so I left it off."

"I'm not complaining." Her husband stared down at her 
belly, lustfully. His eyes were wide.

The rest of Marisa's outfit consisted of tight white 
shorts. Her feet were adorned with sandals with short 
heels. She'd painted her nails green. Not only was her 
tank top tight, but it was short too. The top was low 
and showed off her amble cleavage, while the bottom 
stopped halfway down her ribs, showing off her bare 
belly. 

It wasn't tight and flat like Candace's, but it still 
looked good on display even with some extra baby weight. 
John had always had a weird belly fetish. He loved her 
navel, liked kissing and tonguing it when they were 
intimate. He'd always wanted her to show it off more, 
but Marisa had always preferred hiding her body under 
bulkier clothing. "You look nice too."

John winked. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned 
back like he was modeling. He was wearing khaki pants 
and a black colored shirt. "Let's get going."

The pair walked outside. Grant was sitting at the picnic 
table playing poker with Flex. A near full bottle of 
tequila sat beside them. "Damn Marisa, you look good," 
said Flex.

Marisa felt the color drain from her cheeks and her 
nipples growing hard. They started poking out through 
her top. He smirked, knowing the effect his attention 
had on her body. "Thank you," she replied.

"Thanks for watching Jack," said John to Grant. "Is 
Candace feeling any better?"

"I'm alright," said Candace opening the door to her 
trailer and stepping out to join the group. She looked 
pale and shaky.

"You sure you're well enough?" asked John. He didn't 
want Jack catching whatever bug Candace might have had. 
She gone for a country girl look. Candace had shot cut 
off jean shorts on and a plaid shirt, tied up between 
her breasts to show off her belly. She also had on a 
straw cowboy hat. Candace looked like a professional 
model wherever they went. She had a snow bunny look when 
they went skiing, a sexy business professional outfit, a 
sexy librarian look she wore once wine tasting, a black 
goth dress with dark makeup at a nightclub, and many 
others.

"It was just something I ate."

Marisa looked at the blonde. "Let me show you where 
everything is." Marisa led Candace over to the trailer. 
"Jack's still asleep, but we should probably wake him so 
that he isn't awake all night." They entered the trailer 
and Marisa closed the door. "I'm sorry you had to see 
that," she whispered to the blonde.

"Sorry you got caught you mean," hissed Candace.

"Please, it's not what you think."

"I think you're an adulterous slut fucking a black man."

Marisa winced. It was exactly what she thought. "You're 
right. I'm sorry it happened, but it did."

"How did it happen? How long has this been going on?"

"Just since yesterday." Marisa did a quick recap of her 
agreeing to giving Flex a hand job and how he'd kissed 
up her body and entered her before she knew what was 
happening. She left out the second time Flex had taken 
her doggy style.

"You forgot how he sodomized you last night," said 
Candace, sneering at her.

"You heard that?"

"I stepped outside for a minute. I didn't know it was 
you until now. Jesus Isa, you're going to hell for what 
you've done. I don't know how you took that monster in 
your vagina let alone your rear end."

"He has a very dominant personality. You do what he 
tells you."

"Well you've done what he's told you multiple times now, 
so it must be pretty good."

"You have no idea. The man can fuck for hours."

Candace's eyes widened. "Hours?"

"I couldn't tell you how many orgasms I've had the last 
two days. So many I lost count. More this weekend than 
I've had during my entire marriage or life for that 
matter."

Candace's eyes stayed wide while her mouth fell open. 
"That many?" Her mind picture the image she'd seen 
earlier of Flex's rampant cock springing up from 
Marisa's pussy, sperm flying from the swollen head as he 
marked the pale red head with his seed. She felt her own 
nipples hardening as she remembered all the stories 
about Flex's prowess that Lola had told her during their 
previous vacations. Marisa may have been a cheating 
slut, but a part of her envied the woman.

"Please Candy, let's just keep this our secret."

Candace turned her nose upwards. "I'm not sure I can. 
Grant and I tell each other everything."

"Please not this."

"I'll think about it." Candace leaned down and picked up 
Jack. He woke and gurgled, smiling when he saw his mom 
standing nearby.

"Don't do it for me do it for him."

"If I tell Grant, I will be doing it for him." Candace 
cradled Jack in her arms.

Marisa's eyes narrowed as Candace carried Jack outside. 
The blonde was always snooty and she was enjoying 
looking down on Marisa from her moral pedestal. She 
followed Candace back to the table. "Let's go," she said 
to John.

"Hey Isa," called Flex as Marisa walked around the back 
of John's car. "Hold up."

"What?" she asked.

"Here take this," said the black man slipping a fifty 
into Marisa's hand. "Buy a bottle of wine for your 
anniversary."

"Thanks Flex," said John. He opened the car door. "That 
wasn't necessary."

"I insist," said the black giant. He waited until John 
had sat down and closed the door. "What did Candy say? 
She gonna keep her mouth shut?"

"Not sure. She might tell Grant. What do we do?"

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," said Flex. He 
opened the door for her and closed it after she sat 
down.

***

Luckily Jack behaved very well. He was a good baby and 
Candace found herself starting to think that maybe it 
was time to put her career behind her and start a 
family. She looked over at the men playing poker. They 
weren't betting money, but the loser had to do a shot of 
tequila. Flex handled his liquor well with his huge size 
and high metabolism, plus he was winning most of the 
hands. Grant wasn't doing so good.

Flex broke out a joint and Candace moved Jack over to a 
portable playpen to keep him clear of any smoke from the 
marijuana. She then joined her husband and Flex for a 
couple hands. Drinking a beer while they kept pounding 
tequila shots. The sweet smoke from the joint filled her 
nostrils, but she turned down an offer for a hit. It 
wouldn't be responsible to baby sit while stoned. Jack 
was antsy in the playpen so she went to retrieve him, 
picking him up and carrying him over to the steps to her 
trailer well away from the smoke.

Candace bounced Jack on her lap. She looked over at her 
husband. He was drunk and swaying. Her eyes moved over 
to Flex. He had a cocky grin on his face and just stared 
at Grant, trying to intimidate him. Flex had this air of 
superiority about him. No matter how good his poker hand 
was, he looked like he was going to win it. He was 
shirtless. The hot Florida air had a sheen of sweat 
covering his dark rippling muscles. His skin glistened 
in the light from the streetlamp between their three 
trailers. 

Candace pictured herself rubbing lotion all over his 
chest on the beach. Her hands had slid over every inch, 
every hard indentation of his hard bodybuilder's chest. 
She'd never found Flex attractive, but she did admire 
his physique and his dedication to perfection. Her 
nipples hardened. 

The image of her friend lying on her bed getting the 
fucking of her life returned to her mind. His cock, his 
giant cock, black and hard, shooting hot white sperm all 
over Marisa's breasts even after he had flooded Marisa's 
pussy with his seed, even after he had flooded Candace's 
pussy with his seed. Candace reached down and grabbed 
Flex's still spurting cock, guiding it back between her 
legs. She wanted more.

"You feeling ok, honey?" asked Grant.

Candace shook her head to clear it. "Yeah fine. I'm 
fine. Fine. Why? I'm fine."

"You looked pale. I thought the stomach bug was 
returning."

"I'm fine," she repeated. At that moment, Jack reached 
his little hand up, trying to grab her nipple. "Somebody 
hungry?" she asked, laughing. She was surprised to see 
how hard and erect her nipples had become. No wonder the 
hungry little bugger was reaching for them. "I'm gonna 
go feed Jack," she told her husband.

Candace carried Jack over to Marisa's trailer. She 
entered the room, looking over at the bed. Marisa was 
still on her back getting fucked by Flex. The black man 
pulled his huge cock out and started cumming all over 
Marisa. Candace could see her vagina, still splayed open 
and filled with cum. She opened her mouth, letting some 
fly in, swallowing it, while rubbing the semen all over 
her body like she was under a shower and Flex's cock was 
the shower head. He just kept cumming and cumming. He 
turned and winked at her. Marisa moaned. "Oh god Candy, 
it's soooo gooood!"

Candace shook her head and stared at the empty bed. She 
shivered. She must have gotten a contact high from the 
joint. The image of that big thirteen inch black cock 
shooting his seed all over Marisa's belly and breasts 
was stuck in her mind. She took a bottle of Marisa's 
breast milk out of the mini fridge and put it in the 
timed warmer. Jack was getting fussier by the second. 
Despite acting like a whore and cheating on her husband 
whom Candace was quite fond of, Marisa had looked 
amazing coupling with the black man. She was just so 
white and Flex was so black.

Candace took the bottle and squirted a little milk on 
her wrist. It wasn't too hot. On impulse, she brought 
her wrist up to her mouth and licked her friend's breast 
milk off. There wasn't much taste to it, but Jack sure 
seemed eager for it. He was reaching for the bottle. She 
fed him the nipple and held him while he sucked 
contentedly on the rubber nipple. He drained the bottle 
dry and then fell fast asleep. Candace put the baby down 
in his crib and left the trailer.

"Deal me in," she said to Flex as he was shuffling.

Marisa and John pulled up as Flex was dealing out the 
cards. "Good timing the baby just went down," she called 
as Marisa exited the car. Candace's eyes fell on 
Marisa's bare belly. "What on earth is that?" she asked.

"It's my anniversary present," said John, grinning.

"He always wanted me to get my belly button pierced," 
said Marisa.

"I think it's sexy as fuck," grunted Flex, staring at 
the green emerald in Marisa's navel.

"Don't know about sexy, but it hurts like fuck," said 
Marisa.

Candace stared closely at her friend. Marisa's body was 
reacting excitedly to Flex's scrutiny. Her nipples had 
started hardening the second he commented. Her skin even 
flushed a little. The red headed mom was acting like a 
bitch in heat around the black man. Was he really that 
good?

"And she agreed to dress to show it off a little more 
often," said John proudly.

"Good for her," said Flex. "That hot body shouldn't be 
covered up. Want me to deal you two in for a hand?"

"Alright," said Marisa.

"No, I think we need to get to bed early tonight," said 
John. His low sex drive kicking in at the sight of his 
wife's sexy belly piercing.

"Oh well, goodnight ya'll," said Marisa, practically 
being dragged by her husband into the trailer.

"Three kings," said Flex, turning his cards over. "You 
two do shots."

Grant poured her a shot of tequila and she wrinkled her 
nose in distaste as she downed it. He then poured 
himself one and poured it down his throat. Candace took 
the cards and shuffled while Flex took out another 
joint. Her baby sitting duties over, she willingly took 
a hit this time. She dealt the cards and ended up 
winning the hand. She smiled with delight as Grant and 
Flex both did shots of tequila. She took another hit off 
the joint and passed it to Grant. He looked wasted. 
"Don't drink too much more, honey," she told him, 
rubbing his thigh with her hand. "I wanna have some fun 
tonight."

"Looks like I'm the only one not having fun this trip," 
said Flex.

Candace tossed him and evil look. He was taunting her. 
"It wouldn't surprise me if you found some whore at some 
point this trip, Flex."

"Wouldn't surprise me either," he replied, laughing.

The black man had no guilt, no shame. "Come on Grant, 
let's make like Marisa and John and hit the bed early." 
She winked at him.

"What's gotten you so hot and bothered Candy?" asked 
Flex. "You watch some hot porno today or something?"

"I just want to spend some time with my husband."

"Go ahead. I can wait a few minutes for him to come 
back." Flex looked over at Grant. He hadn't caught the 
insult and looked like he was about to pass out at any 
moment. "You go on to bed Candace. Grant and I gotta 
kill this bottle of tequila."

"Fine," said Candace in a huff. She looked at the 
bottle. It was nearly empty. There were only a few shots 
left in the bottom. "Hurry up Grant."

Candace entered her trailer and used the toilet. She was 
a little heady from the shots and marijuana, but not too 
drunk or stoned. If anything, it was making her hornier 
then she already was. She took the hat off and pulled 
the knot between her breasts. She opened the plaid shirt 
exposing her bare breasts and dropped it in her dirty 
clothes pile.

"Take it off Candace," yelled Flex from outside.

Candace shivered. The blinds were down, but anyone 
outside could easily see the shadow of her removing her 
clothes. She flipped the light off and heard laughter 
outside. She wasn't sure why it had bothered her. 
Removing your clothes in front of others went with the 
job description, but then she usually only worked with 
professionals who didn't yell at her while she stripped. 
The shorts were tight and she slowly slid them down her 
ass, followed by the frilly little panties underneath 
them. Soon she was naked, but for the cross around her 
neck and the ring on her finger. It was hot, so Candace 
laid down on top of the bed and waited for her husband.

"Kill it! Kill it!" she heard Flex chant.

Candace ran her hands over her breasts and pinched her 
own pointy nipples, squeezing her small breasts. They 
were small mounds. She wore a B-cup, but could easily go 
without a bra. Candace had nearly zero percent body fat. 
Her ass was firm and round, nice, but it wasn't plump 
and nothing on her jiggled. Not like Marisa. 

Candace had the perfect bikini models' body and she made 
a good living at it, but her friend was built like a 
porn star and Marisa certainly looked like a porn star 
lying squealing and moaning like a whore as a giant 
black man's penis pounded her pussy. Candace's hands 
slid down her flat belly to her pubes and then between 
her legs. She felt her engorged clit and rubbed it. 
Maybe if she got a head start, the minute man might 
actually make her cum tonight? She instantly felt guilty 
after thinking that.

Candace pictured her loving husband hovering over her, 
pushing his hard prick into her needy pussy. She loved 
her husband, loved how he felt inside her. All she ever 
wanted from Grant was for him to last just a little 
longer. Grant pulled his penis out. "Is this what you 
want?" he asked. His hard penis grew and turned dark. 
Grant had a giant black penis sticking out from his 
crotch. 

Soon the black penis was pushing inside her. Candace 
fingered her pussy and diddled her clit faster as 
Grant's muscles grew and he turned darker slowly 
morphing into Flex. She was fucking the black man. He 
reached down and squeezed her heavy milk laden tits. "Is 
this what you want Candace?" asked Flex. She was still 
Candace, but now she had Marisa's body. Her big tits 
were flopping hard as Flex fucked her. Flex buried his 
cock and came. Grant had worn a condom since they dated 
and Candace almost came at the thought of the black man 
ejaculating inside her pussy like he had in Marisa's. 

Flex pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot seed all 
over her breasts. Candace aimed her spraying cock at 
Marisa's tits and then moved it up to her face. Her red 
headed friend swallowed the sperm that fell in her 
mouth. Candace pulled back, bending her hard black cock 
down towards her friend's pussy again and pushed it back 
inside. Marisa's pussy was such a tight fit. So snug, so 
hot and wet around her big black cock. Candace started 
fucking Marisa as hard as she could, bending down to 
suck one of 
Marisa's nipples between her dark lips, milk filling her 
mouth. 

"AAAGGHH!" moaned Candace as she came picturing herself 
fucking Marisa. She wanted to giggle with delight as she 
pulled her fingers from her wet pussy. It was the best 
orgasm she had in years. Satisfied, tired, and still a 
little intoxicated, she started falling asleep even as 
the door to her cabin opened.

Candace was a little out of it as she slowly woke back 
up. Her legs were being held open. Even as she was 
waking up fully, a long flat tongue licked hard up her 
pussy from almost her anus up to her clit. "OH MY!" she 
squealed in delight even as she hoped Grant wouldn't 
notice how wet her vagina already was from her recent 
orgasm. Grant pushed hard on her thighs, pushing her 
legs up and lifting her ass off the bed. His tongue was 
moving rapidly now, licking her like crazy. His tongue 
was reaching her anus and instead of backing off, the 
tip licked around the rim and pushed into her a little 
before it slid back up to dip into her pussy. Instead of 
repulsing her, it felt good, real good.

Grant had never gone down on her with such gusto before. 
He was attacking her pussy like a man that actually 
enjoyed going down on a woman. She was going to cum 
again and that would make this the best sex of her life. 
She'd never cum twice in one night before. "Oh god! Lick 
me Grant. That's it baby. Eat me. Harder baby. YES! 
Right there. That's it. That's it. CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!"

Candace was in heaven as her husband adjusted his heavy 
massive body on the bed. His rock hard cock knocked on 
her blonde pubes, trying to find its way into her pussy. 
Grant was overeager tonight. He adjusted his body 
backwards and the hard giant head of his penis was 
pushing against her soaked pussy.

The pressure grew as the huge head pressed hard against 
her labia, pushing her lips inwards. Her pussy started 
opening for it. She had never had this much trouble 
taking Grant before? Finally, she opened wide enough 
that the big golf ball sized head entered her. God, he 
felt huge! She was still fantasizing that she was 
fucking Flex. No doubt his wrist thick shaft would be 
pushing into her next and she was right. He was working 
his big cock in and out of her as fast as he could, 
lubricating every bit of it as he tried to push it 
deeper and deeper. He wanted it as deep as it could go 
before she came to her senses. 

Candace for her part was helping him. Her mind was still 
telling her this was a fantasy while her body was 
pulling his cock in deeper. Her vagina was producing so 
much lubrication she felt like she was peeing constantly 
while her vaginal muscles were pulling inwards. Her ass 
was bouncing upwards of it's on accord, raising into him 
each time he thrust forwards. "There it is," said Flex's 
deep voice as the tip of his cock knocked on her cervix.

"Oh my god, it's so big," she moaned. Not only had the 
big cock pushed deeper then Grant had ever been, but it 
was also stretching her wider then Grant's could. Plus, 
Grant would have ejaculated a long time ago.
Large hands came down to engulf her entire breasts. He 
squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Candace moaned, 
squirming around the large cock impaling her. 

He was still applying pressure to push it deeper. It 
hurt a little pressing hard against her cervix, then a 
little more as her cervix opened for him, and then it 
was through the barrier and his cock slid the rest of 
the way into her pussy. If that hurt, she didn't care 
for she was too busy cumming all over his huge cock. 
Candace arched her back up and reached out for the 
chest. She ran her hands over the hard muscles, feeling 
it ridge and outline. The same chest, she had rubbed 
lotion on two days earlier. "Thank you," she gasped.

"Do you want me to take it out?" asked Flex, chuckling a 
little.

"Hell no. I want you to fuck me," she told him.

***

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," replied John. He frowned. "My penis just 
keeps popping out."

"Sorry," replied Marisa, feeling her face flush and 
wishing she hadn't agreed to letting John make love to 
her with the lights on. He'd been so sweet and excited 
over her navel piercing that he wanted to look at the 
green emerald while they had sex. He hadn't shown this 
much enthusiasm for a long time and she felt guilty for 
cheating on him. "Let me get on top."

John didn't reply, but he pulled out and quickly laid 
next to her on the bed. Previous experience told them to 
move fast because John's penis often went floppy quickly 
when it wasn't inside her. It didn't this time, staying 
hard as Marisa grabbed it and pulled it up as she 
lowered her pussy over it. "You're so beautiful," 
groaned John, staring at her belly and heaving bosom. "I 
love you," he told her emotionally.

"I love you too," replied Marisa. His penis seems so 
small now, she thought. She tried to ride him, but just 
as it had with him on top, his penis kept plopping out 
of her. Finally, after his penis had fallen out for the 
third time since she mounted him, Marisa just let it 
ride. She slid her pussy along his shaft while he bucked 
his hips. This wasn't unusual for them. It was their 
normal method of birth control. John didn't like 
condoms, so he always pulled out before he came and she 
did the old camel toe slide along his penis until he 
came on his belly. It actually felt quite good and 
Marisa had gotten off a few times this way.

"Uunggh," he grunted, grabbing and squeezing her breasts 
as he came.

Marisa felt the small penis bucking beneath her and knew 
he was cumming. She pressed her pussy down hard into the 
thin shaft and slid faster. She was still humping it, 
wishing it might make her cum this time, but knowing it 
was a futile wish. John's penis quickly shriveled 
beneath her and John had to grab her hips to make her 
slow down as his penis grew too sensitive.

Marisa leaned down to kiss her husband before 
dismounting and going to the bathroom to clean off. She 
returned with a tissue for him to clean up. She watched 
him wipe up the semen from his belly and she couldn't 
help wondering how such a small amount had managed to 
make her pregnant with Jack. Speaking of Jack, she went 
to check on the baby as John turned the light out and 
went to sleep. She heard him snoring quickly thereafter. 
Ejaculating tended to put John to sleep faster than any 
sleeping pill and tonight was no exception. Jack was 
sleeping peacefully. 

She peaked out the window towards Flex's cabin. His 
lights were out. Marisa was horny as hell and 
desperately wanted to orgasm, but she fought the urge to 
sneak over there for a quickie. She'd just made love to 
her husband and it was her anniversary for Christ's 
sake. She resolved to stay away from the black man that 
night. She and Flex would be fucking for hours tomorrow 
if she had her way. 

She intended to enjoy his cock so much, she'd get it out 
of her system for good and her life as a married mother 
would return to normal just as soon as she got home. She 
was going to suck his cock dry and even ask him to take 
her in the ass again. After that, she wanted it in her 
pussy as often as possible. She'd risk feeling his cock 
squirting inside her one last day.

Thinking about tomorrow had her hornier than ever. She 
still resolved to stay away tonight, but she didn't get 
an urge to step outside for some fresh air. She grabbed 
John's white tee shirt that she used as a nighty. Her 
breasts stretched out the top and the hem stopped at mid 
thigh. Wearing only that, she stepped outside for a 
moment.

Two things surprised her as the night air hit her. The 
first was that Grant was passed out on the picnic table. 
He actually had the empty bottle of tequila tucked under 
one arm like a caricature of a drunk. The other thing 
that surprised her was the sounds of fucking coming from 
Candace and Grant's cabin. Marisa felt her heart ache as 
she tiptoed over towards the cabin. "Fuck me. Fuck me," 
moaned Candace from inside. "Fuck me with that big 
cock."

"What kind of cock?"

"Your big cock. I love it. I love it."

"What kind of cock?"

Marisa mouthed the word "black" even as Candace said, "I 
don't know what you mean. I'm sorry. Just don't stop 
fucking me."

"Turn the light on, slut."

Marisa heard Candace gasp. No doubt the prissy blonde 
had never been called a slut before. The snooping woman 
was so close to the window, she could hear Candace 
fumbling with the light switch on the lamp beside the 
bed. The room was suddenly illuminated and Marisa 
blinked, moving her eyes up to the blinds.

"This is so hot," moaned Candace, looking in awe at the 
black man. Marisa had a full on side view. Flex was 
kneeling on the bed, cupping Candace's long thin legs. 
"No! No! Don't pull it out."

Flex pulled back his hips. Marisa saw his mighty cock 
rear up over Candace's stomach. It was soaked and 
glistened in the lamp light. Jealousy engulfed her and 
at that moment she hated Candace. "What kind of cock?" 
growled Flex.

Candace sat up. She reached out to touch the shiny dark 
cock and rubbed her hand all over the slick shaft, 
staring at it in reverence. "Black cock," she said. Flex 
pulled his cock back through her hand. She grabbed the 
head tightly. "Black cock," she said again. "And I know 
where black cock goes." Candace bent the head down 
towards the entrance to her pussy. "Fuck me with your 
black cock."

Despite her jealousy. It was beautiful watching them 
fuck. Flex had opened a flood gate. Candace wouldn't 
shut up about his black cock. "Big black cock. Black 
cock so good. I love your black cock. I'm cumming all 
over your black cock." Flex seemed to like it and fucked 
her hard giving Candace the pummeling of her life.

Marisa decided her friend had cum at least three times 
since the light came on. Her jealousy faded a little. 
She almost felt happy for Candace to be experiencing sex 
with Flex for the first time. Marisa's only fear was 
that Flex might prefer the skinny blonde to herself. 
"Black cock better than white cock."

"You're learning fast, slut," said Flex and Marisa swore 
that Candace came hard again at being called a slut. 
"But white boy's don't have cocks. They got little boy 
penises. Real men got cocks. Black men. What do I got?"

"A big black cock," moaned Candace.

"And what does your husband have?"

"A little boy penis." Candace told him without 
hesitation and Marisa mouthed those exact words along 
with the blonde.

"That's a good little slut," growled Flex. "Your whore 
talk is gonna get me off. I'm gonna seed that white 
pussy good."

"YEESS!! Seed my white puss... NO! Wait, you're not 
wearing a condom. I'm not on the pill."

Candace looked aghast and Marisa almost wished Flex 
would knock her up. Candace was so hung up on her 
career, the thought of pregnancy petrified her. Candace 
didn't take birth control, Marisa seemed to remember 
Candace complaining that she gained weight on the pill. 
Poor Grant always wore a condom. As far as Marisa know, 
Flex's might be the first bareback penis Candace had 
ever taken. "Shut up and take my seed, slut."

Candace's look quickly went from horrified to amazement 
as Flex slammed his hips forward and held his cock 
still. "AaarrHRRRHHH!!!" cried Candace, her scream 
growing as her orgasm grew. Marisa knew from experience 
that the second that big black cock exploded inside your 
womb, you started cumming and Candace was no different. 
"CUM IN ME!" Marisa winced Candace was so loud. She 
glanced over at Grant, but he was out like a light. 
"Give me your black seed. SEED MY WHITE PUSSY!"

Flex ate this shit up and Marisa once again feared that 
he might prefer Candace over her. The black man pulled 
back. No doubt, he planned on marking his conquest. He 
liked cumming on his women. His cock, hard and rampant 
sprang up, shooting a load of semen from her breasts to 
her belly. He sat up a little, jerking his cock. 

More semen shot forth, falling across her face and 
shooting all over her tits. Her milked a final large 
rope of milky white sperm out onto Candace's cross just 
as her had covered Marisa's anniversary pendant in cum. 
He seemed to enjoy drowning out everything his women 
stood for with his white semen.

"So good. So good," moaned Candace licking sperm from 
around her lips while rubbing the semen he had sprayed 
on her into her skin. "Your black cock felt so good. I 
can't believe you came in me. I've never felt a man 
squirt inside me before. Now that I've felt it, I like 
it."

"Don't worry baby," said Flex, reassuring her. "I'm 
fixed. My last baby practically walked out of Lola. She 
made me have a vasectomy. I can cum in that pussy all 
you want and you won't get knocked up."

"Really?" Candace's eyes were wide open. "Can... can... 
can we do it again?"

"Why don't you mount this big boy now," he said, laying 
beside her.

Candace quickly straddled him and raised his still erect 
cock, lowering her pussy over it. Marisa was too shocked 
from his statement. He had a vasectomy? Why hadn't he 
told her? This was her worst possible time and she'd 
been scared as hell that she'd be popping out a black 
skinned baby sometime next year.
This meant she didn't have to get Flex out of her system 
tomorrow and they could secretly get together as often 
as possible.

"Black cock sooooo goooood," moaned Candace, finally 
sitting in his lap and just enjoying the feeling of 
being fully impaled on his cock. She ran her hands all 
over his chest, loving the contrast between their skin 
colors.

"Call me a nigger."

Candace looked horrified. "I can't do that!"

"Call me a nigger, slut. NOW!"

"You're a nigger."

"Now what kind of cock do you love best?"

"Your black cock, Flex." Candace ground her crotch into 
his loving the feeling of being fully penetrated.

"Keep talking shit, girl, but I want you to use nigger 
instead of black." Flex was caressing Candace's front 
with his large black hands. He watched his dark black 
hands slide down her waist to her hips over to her flat 
belly and up to her breasts. "Now what kind of cock do 
you love the best, Candy?"

"Nigger cock, Flex. I love big black nigger cocks. My 
pussy... my white pussy loves being stuffed by big 
nigger cocks. OH! Oh Fuck! I'm Cu-cumMMIINNGG!!" Candace 
laid down on Flex and kissed him passionately. Outside, 
Marisa watched the blonde trembling from an orgasm that 
seemed to last for minutes. Clearly, Shane has a few 
issues, thought Marisa as Candace slowly pushed herself 
up of Flex's hard chest and started riding him again.

"No, that you know how good it is," said Flex reaching 
up to squeeze her breasts. "You're not gonna tell nobody 
about me and Marisa?"

Candace frowned. She didn't like his bringing up Marisa 
when he was fucking her. Marisa outside the window did 
like it. "Depends how well you fuck me with that big boy 
doesn't it," said Candace slyly.

So this was what Flex meant when he'd told Marisa, that 
he'd take care of it. His plan was to turn Candace into 
as big a slut for his cock as Marisa had become. Marisa 
sat outside and watched them fuck for a good forty 
minutes longer. The sight was hypnotic and despite her 
jealousy, she couldn't look away. Flex's cock seemed to 
have set off some trigger deep in Candace's psyche. The 
religious model rarely cursed in public or behaved in 
anyway untoward, her makeup was perfect and she was 
always impeccably dressed, but now that her makeup was 
smeared and she was covered in Flex's sperm and now that 
she was willingly cheating on Grant, she was babbling 
like a low class whore. 

She rode Flex's shaft hard, babbling about only giving 
her white pussy to niggers from then on. Black cock 
this, nigger cock that, yadda yadda. Flex ate it up and 
seemed to really get off on it. He bucked his hips up 
into her descending pussy. At times, Candace seemed to 
cum so hard, she went comatose and Flex held her sides 
as she went all limp, but he didn't stop fucking her. 

Eventually, he rolled over on his side and had her get 
on all fours. He quickly inserted his cock back in her 
pussy and took over where he left off. Candace had quit 
with her dirty sex talk by this point and just kept 
squealing every time he buried his cock in her womb and 
by now his thumb was pressing hard against her ass. 

The pretty blonde recovered enough to moan, "Give me 
your seed, nigger," as Flex slammed his crotch hard into 
hers and pushed her head down hard on the pillow. He 
didn't move his cock at all, letting every little bit of 
his cum flood her womb. He grunted as his balls emptied.

***

Marisa was sitting on the picnic table when Flex walked 
out of Grant and Candace's trailer. His face didn't 
register surprise at seeing her, but hers did. He was 
buck naked. His shorts were bunched under his arm. 
Marisa still couldn't get over the size of his cock. It 
was soft now, but didn't appear to have shrunk an inch. 
His titanic black banana cock swung between his legs, 
hanging down at least a foot from its root. He walked 
over and set his clothes down on the picnic table. 
"Candace won't be a problem," he said

"So I hear. It appears you turned her into a nigger 
loving slut."

Flex grinned. He wrapped his big arms around Grant and 
pulled the comatose husband off the bench. Grant was at 
least 200lbs, but Flex had no trouble lifting him into 
his arms. Grant remained passed out as Flex carried him 
up to Grant's trailer and opened the door. Marisa heard 
Flex and Candace talking before Flex reemerged and the 
light went out inside the trailer.

"So, you gonna fuck the little slut again?"

"Don't be jealous," said Flex, sitting down in one of 
the group's beach chairs. "There's plenty more for you. 
Besides, Candace needed that. I've never seen a woman 
more desperate for a good fucking then that slut. Grant 
must really be a lame fuck. Shame, a body like Candace's 
needs to be serviced regularly."

"Do you like her better than me?" Marisa felt tears 
welling up in her eyes.

"Hell no. I prefer real women to skinny models. Isa, you 
is built like a stripper. You should be on the pole with 
that hot body."

"Thanks I think," she replied, genuinely happy. Marisa 
was starting to take pride in her magnificent body. 
She'd promised her husband that she'd dress to show off 
her new navel piercing and the rest of her body. She 
planned on keeping that promise. All John's friends 
would see what a stacked hot wife he had. "We still on 
for tomorrow then?"

"Yeah baby. Just you and me, fucking for hours. We're 
gonna do it all tomorrow. I can't get enough of that 
fine body."

Marisa flushed with pleasure. "So, am I better then 
Candace?"

"Hard to say," he replied, laughing at her petulant 
look. "Candy was good, but she forgot to clean my cock 
off like a good little slut." He opened his legs. "Why 
don't you do it?"

Marisa stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up 
from the bench. He was staring at her intently. This was 
some sort of test. If she refused, would he spend the 
day with Candace tomorrow? She looked at his plump limp 
cock dangling down between his legs. She couldn't see 
anything on it in the semi-darkness, but undoubtedly it 
was covered with both Flex's and Candace's cum. She fell 
to her knees several feet from the black man and crawled 
the rest of the way between his legs.

Marisa kissed and nuzzled his cock, licking the head 
before bending down and taking it in her mouth. It was 
easy in its softened state. She looked up at him 
quizzically. "Even I have my limits," said Flex. "Don't 
worry, it'll be fully charged for you tomorrow after I 
get a good night's sleep."

Marisa sucked on the limp end and it did plump up a 
little under her ministrations. Her belly growled in 
disappointment. She didn't want to just clean his cock 
off, she wanted a load of his cum in her belly. Marisa 
sucked harder, but there was little change. Finally, she 
let his limp cock fall from her mouth. It was clean now, 
but she wasn't ready to give up. "I'm in love Flex," she 
told him, still nuzzling his cock.

He sighed. "Here we go." Flex acted like he'd heard 
those words a hundred times before. He grimaced as he 
looked down at her. "We just fuck buddies, Isa. Don't 
fall for me."

Now it was her turn to look exasperated. "I'm not in 
love with you. You're a jerk." She smiled up at him as 
he looked down at her in shock. She kissed his cock 
head. "I'm in love with your big nigger cock." Success! 
It swelled and rose a little. "I loved your big black 
nigger cock the moment I saw it." His shaft was sticking 
straight out now. She licked the side. "The moment I had 
that nigger cock in my married white pussy, I became a 
slut for it. I'd do anything for your big black nigger 
cock, Flex." It was sticking straight up now. Marisa 
attacked it, sucking the head in her mouth and rapidly 
swallowing as much of his shaft as she could.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, sitting 
back and opening his legs wider as he enjoyed his blow 
job. "You know how to treat nigger cock, Isa," he said 
as she swallowed his entire shaft down her throat. He 
sat up and leaned forward. His hand grabbed the back of 
her tee shirt and pulled it up. 

She felt the cool night air on her bare ass and then on 
her back. He bunched the shirt up just under her 
shoulders and reached under her to squeeze her dangling 
breasts. "I'm in love too," he said. "I love these big 
ol lily white titties of yours." He squeezed her breasts 
up to the nipples and then pinched her hard 
protuberances. Milk squirted down onto the sand.

Marisa moaned around a mouth stuffed full of cock. Ever 
since getting pregnant, her breasts were extra sensitive 
and seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. Milk 
wasn't the only thing dripping to the sand. Her arousal 
was leaking from her pussy and dripping down her clit. 
She wanted him in her again, but she wanted to taste his 
sperm too. She could taste his semen now, but it was old 
from his time with Candace, not the same as when his 
cock was pumping her mouth full of his hot seed. She 
could taste something else too and it could only have 
been Candace's pussy juices and cum. It didn't taste bad 
and she wouldn't have cared anyway. She wanted his cock 
in her mouth and it wouldn't have mattered how bad it 
tasted.

Even if he hadn't showered in a week, she'd still be 
down on all fours cleaning off his funky tasting cock 
for him. She wasn't lying when she said, she loved it. 
She wasn't lying when she said he was a jerk either. She 
was lying when she said she didn't love him. She told 
him that yesterday in the throes of an orgasm. Her 
feelings were growing for Flex every time they got 
together. She didn't know if she'd ever love him as much 
as she loved John and Jack, but she did love him.

"Here it cums, baby," he grunted.

Candace nodded. She could tell. His cock was swelling up 
even bigger. She pulled back until only the head was in 
her mouth and she used both hands to jerk the shaft as 
rapidly as she could. His hot seed struck the back on 
her uvula. It sprayed across her tongue and she 
shuddered in delight, loving the taste of his sperm. 
Flex really was spent as this load didn't even 
completely fill her mouth. She rolled it around on her 
tongue before lovingly swallowing it while jerking the 
last few drops out onto her tongue.

"Awesome, baby," growled Flex.

"Thanks." Marisa put her hands on his knees and pushed 
herself to her feet. Flex sprang into action and leaned 
forward, planting kisses on both nipples before she 
managed to step back and pull the tee shirt down. He 
laughed and sat back in the chair. "You sure, you're 
going to be up for some more fun tomorrow?" she asked, 
looking down at the spent cock.

"It hasn't let me down yet," he replied.

"Good," she nodded. "Cause I want to suck your big 
nigger cock one more time." Marisa straddled his legs 
and sat down in his lap. "And I want to feel your big 
nigger cock shoved up my ass again." Marisa squealed as 
she felt his cock harden between her legs. "And I want 
at least two more loads of nigger sperm in my married 
white pussy." She leaned forwards and was surprised when 
he parted his lips for a kiss. They kissed passionately, 
tongue dueling. "You don't mind kissing me after I just 
sucked your cock," she whispered, teasingly.

"If you don't mind kissing me after I tongued Candace's 
pussy and ass hole earlier," he replied.

"Ass!" Marisa fake slapped him, then kissed him again. 
When she dismounted, his cock was half hard and dripping 
with her own juices from where she had straddled it. 
"Tomorrow, my love," she told his cock.

***

"Rise and Shine," yelled Flex, banging on Grant and 
Candace's door before moving on to Marisa and John's. 
"Wakey, wakey."

"What's up?" asked Marisa, sticking her head out the 
door. She was already awake with the baby. John was in 
the shower.

"Dayumn gurl," said Flex, looking her up and down. "You 
look fine."

"You bet she does," agreed John, coming out of the 
bathroom with a towel around his waist. He looked at his 
wife appreciatively. Marisa was wearing a two piece 
green dress. It had spaghetti straps around the 
shoulders, showed off her ample cleavage, and stopped 
halfway down her ribcage to show off her sexy stomach 
and newly pierced navel. The skirt matched and stopped 
several inches above the knee. "What's up?" asked John 
moving beside his wife.

"I bought you guys an anniversary gift. Just a little 
something to say I appreciate your friendship."

"Nice of you, Flex, but what is it?" asked John.

"I chartered a boat to take you out diving to a reef."

John's eyes widened. "That sounds awesome."

Candace stepped out of her trailer. Marisa's eyes 
focused on her jealously. The model was wearing one of 
her smaller bikinis. The top squeezed her breasts 
together to give her cleavage. The bottom was a full 
panty, but it was skimpy and low cut. It was so low, 
Marisa was surprised that the tops of her pubes hadn't 
popped out. She was also wearing eyeliner and makeup. 
Candace looked like she was ready for a photo shoot. 
"What's going on?" she asked, moving up next to Flex and 
standing so close, their skin almost touched. "I can't 
get Grant out of bed."

"I chartered a boat for John and Isa's anniversary. You 
and Grant too. You know I don't like being stuck out on 
a boat, so I'm just gonna take a bike ride around Key 
West, but I hope you guys have a great time."

"I'm sure we will," said John excitedly.

"I don't know honey," said Marisa, frowning. "I don't 
want to have the baby out in the hot sun on the open 
water. Me neither for that matter. You know my skin."

"You're right. Thanks Flex, but I guess we shouldn't 
go," said John, looking disappointed.

"Don't worry about me John. I'll take Jack into Key West 
and we can go shopping. I want you to go and have a good 
time."

Flex looked sad. "Sorry Isa. I guess I wasn't thinking. 
John, you gotta go. The charter boat captain guarantees 
seeing rays, some sharks, and the reef even has a 
resident turtle."

"Wow!" said John. He looked over at his wife.

"I said go," argued Marisa. "Honestly, I'd be thrilled 
to spend some time alone with Jack playing tourist and 
shopping.

Grant stumbled out of his house. He was wearing only 
shorts. His hair was disheveled and he had a five 
o'clock shadow. "Oh god," he groaned. "Somebody turn the 
sun off." He pulled some shades out of his pants pocket 
and put them on to cover his eyes. "What's all the 
noise?"

Flex filled Grant in on the boating trip and he perked 
up a little. "What about gear?"

"It's covered in the charter. Now the boat leaves in an 
hour so get moving.

The group began gathering their things together. Marisa 
was helping, but Jack suddenly got hungry and she had to 
pause to feed him. John apologized profusely, telling 
Marisa what a wonderful wife she was. He left her breast 
feeding Jack and joined Candace in Grant's car. Flex 
climbed on his motorcycle to lead them to the marina. 
Soon they were off.

Twenty minutes later, Flex was carrying Grant's cooler 
onto the boat. Candace was standing on the dock watching 
the men work. The charter captain, an old Cuban, was 
eyeing the blonde with delight. He usually didn't go out 
cruising with women of her caliber. Grant groaned as the 
boat rocked. "I swear Flex, I think you got me drunk on 
purpose last night just so I'd be miserable on this 
boat."

Flex threw back his head and laughed. "I can honestly 
swear I didn't get you drunk last night so that you'd be 
miserable today." The big black man turned and winked at 
Candace. "Now if you guys are ready, I'll be off." He 
went and straddled his bike. "Have fun." Flex started 
the engine and roared off.

Candace watched him go. There he goes, she thought. No 
doubt, he's going to give that big breasted whore a good 
fuck. Well I could use a good fuck too. Candace turned 
to her husband. "Grant, honey. This isn't really my 
thing you know."

"I know honey," said Grant. "I appreciate you being so 
understanding and all."

"Well then, would you mind if I skipped out and joined 
Marisa?"

"No, not at all. That is if you're sure. I will miss 
you."

"No you won't. You're going to be in the water the whole 
time, with that underwater digital camera of yours 
taking pictures and all I'd do is lay out on the deck 
and tan."

Grant looked sheepish. John jumped in. "Actually, I'd be 
happier knowing someone else was there to keep an eye on 
Marisa."

"I'll be happy to and I can help her with Jack. I 
enjoyed babysitting the other night."

They said their goodbyes. Candace kissed Jack while the 
old Cuban looked crestfallen to lose such a beautiful 
passenger. Candace waited on the dock until the boat 
pulled away and cleared some cypress trees with some 
pelicans in it entering the channel. Then she turned and 
hurried to her car. She hoped to intercept Flex before 
he got to Marisa. She wanted his nigger cock in her 
pussy as soon as possible.

***

Flex's motorcycle roared up and cut off by his trailer. 
He looked around, but didn't see Marisa anywhere. He 
opened the door and stepped into his trailer and froze 
with delight. The stunning pale skinned red head was 
laying naked on his bed. "Baby's napping," she told him, 
nodding towards the baby monitor. "Let's hurry before he 
wakes up."

Flex's clothes were off in a second. He pulled his 
trunks down. He wasn't wearing his workout briefs. His 
cock was already springing up ready for action.

"Looks like that night's sleep worked," said Marisa, 
staring hungrily at his cock. She leaned up as he walked 
over to her, bending down to take his cock in her mouth. 
Once it was good and wet, she grabbed the mammoth member 
and guided it towards her hungry pussy. She rubbed the 
head along her slit and pulled him forwards. "Give me 
that big black nigger cock."

Flex growled and pushed forwards. It still took a bit 
for her pussy to give in to the pressure and open for 
the large purplish cock head, but it did and his cock 
slipped inside. He hunched over her then kissed her, 
pushing her back onto the bed. 

Flex fell on top of her, his powerful body embracing 
hers. He worked the end of his cock around in her pussy, 
pushing it deeper and deeper as he bent over her to kiss 
her. His fingers pinched her nipple as he slowly began 
fucking her. Marisa had her first orgasm of the day when 
his cock bottomed out in her pussy. "I love your cock so 
much," she moaned, kissing his neck.

"I know," he replied.

"Why didn't you tell me you had a vasectomy. I've been 
scared to death you might have knocked me up."

"Yet you kept right on fucking me."

"I couldn't resist after the first time. It feels so 
good when you cum in me."

"It's hotter when you think there's a risk. How did it 
feel knowing that I might be planting a black baby in 
that belly?"

"Hot," she agreed, writhing beneath him. "Scary, but 
hot."

"It is hot, Isa. Think how good looking our child would 
be. "I wish I could put a black baby in you." Flex 
lifted his upper torso off the bed with his strong arms. 
He started working his cock in and out of her faster.

Marisa's hip immediately leaped up into his thrusts. "I 
wish you could to."

"Then I'm gonna do it, Isa. I'm gonna put a nigger baby 
in your belly."

"Do it," she hissed. "Seed me." God, it was hot. "Plant 
your nigger baby in my womb, you big black stud."

"Here it cums, slut," he growled. "Here comes my seed."

"Do it! Seed me now!" Marisa grabbed his back so hard, 
she pulled herself off the bed just as Flex buried his 
cock in her to the root and the first strong load of his 
ejaculate started filling her womb. "AH AH AARRGGHH!!" 
she screamed as she came. This time was different as 
Flex didn't yank his cock out to shoot a few wads across 
her belly or chest like he seemed to enjoy. This time, 
he just held his cock still to make sure she got every 
last drop of his seed planted in her womb. 

His cock wasn't moving in and out of her, but she could 
still feel it bucking inside her, each leap sending more 
of his seed deep into her fertile womb. Each jerk of his 
cock seemed to prolong her own orgasm. Marisa grew weak 
and couldn't cling to him any longer. She dropped off 
his chest and fell to the bed. 

He lowered himself on top of her so that his cock didn't 
move much out of her pussy. When he was finally done 
ejaculating, her womb felt bloated it was so full of 
semen. Still Flex didn't remove his cock. He held it 
buried in her, plugging her full of his sperm. He was 
playing their little game of pretend impregnation to the 
maximum. When finally He started withdrawing his cock, 
her womb contracted as it pushed some of the sperm out. 
Marisa sighed in relief. Her head turned looking around 
Flex. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed.

Flex looked over his shoulder. "What are you doing 
here?"

Candace stared at them from Flex's doorway. "I told the 
guys that I was going to go shopping with Marisa," she 
exclaimed watching Flex slowly back off the red head. 
His cock was still a rock hard monster. Now it was shiny 
and wet in its rampant state. Marisa's pussy was a 
gaping hole, slowly turning white as his semen began 
flooding from her well fucked pussy. "I was hoping for 
some more of that," she said, nodding towards Marisa's 
sperm filled vagina.

Flex approached the lovely blonde. "Well you're in luck 
then," he said, grabbing the back of her neck. He pushed 
her forwards. "That's still fresh." Flex pushed Candace 
down towards Marisa's pussy.

"Flex what are you...?" asked Marisa in shock as her 
friend's head was suddenly buried in her pussy. "AAHH!" 
she squealed as she felt Candace's tongue began lapping 
up sperm. "Candace?" she asked in alarm, but her only 
reply was a moan of contentment and Candace's tongue 
flickering between the folds of her labia before moving 
up to flicker over her distended clitoris. Of its own 
volition, Marisa's crotch started lifting up into 
Candace's tongue.

Candace licked Flex's sperm from Marisa's pussy as 
rapidly as she could and the river of semen was turning 
from a flicker to a flood. Marisa's pussy had kept it 
hot and it tasted good and fresh. She worked her fingers 
into Marisa's pussy while sucking the red head's rather 
large bloated clitoris between her lips. Marisa, to 
Candace's intense satisfaction, had a large orgasm, her 
contractions forcing more sperm from her pussy. Isa even 
had one hand in Candace's blonde hair pulling her face 
deeper into her needy pussy. 

Neither Flex nor Marisa knew it, but this wasn't 
Candace's first time between a woman's legs. Candace had 
an encounter with her college roommate. Candace had 
woken from a deep sleep to find her roommate between her 
legs one night. It was too late for Candace to stop her 
and her roommate quickly brought her to orgasm. She then 
taught Candace how to please a woman and Candace had 
enjoyed giving as well as receiving so much, she feared 
she might be a lesbian. Both her parents and her 
religion taught that homosexuality was a sin, so Candace 
told her roommate that it was only a onetime thing. 

They did it twice more. The next time Candace got so 
drunk at a party, her roommate had no trouble getting 
her into bed a second time. Their last encounter, 
Candace had been drunk again and horny. That time, she 
initiated the sex, kissing her startled roommate smack 
on the lips in the middle of a room full of delighted 
frat boys. The two women ran from the party and soon 
found themselves in the sixty-nine position on Candace's 
bed. There were no more encounters, but Candace often 
dreamed about her ex-roommate and sometimes other women 
including other models she worked with and often Marisa. 

In her dreams, she was often the man shoving his spear 
into the woman. Sometime when making love to Grant, she 
even fantasized that she was her husband. Now, years 
later, Candace found herself between Marisa's legs, 
looking up her sexy white undulating belly to her 
magnificent milk-laden breasts and her beautiful face 
moaning in ecstasy and Candace realized she was fully 
bisexual. 

Flex was pleasantly surprised to see Candace give in to 
going down on her friend so quickly. Women usually did 
what he said in the long run, but not only had Candace 
gone down without argument, but she appeared to be good 
at it. Marisa had looked on in horror at first, but now 
her entire body was writhing sinuously under Candace's 
skillful ministrations. 

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, pulling 
Candace's bikini bottoms down her ass and legs to the 
floor. He stepped behind her and lined his black cock up 
with Candace's pussy. It was soaking wet and looked 
ready for him as he pushed his cock into her. 

Candace grunted, her face pushing hard into Marisa's 
pussy. He reached up and untied the string around her 
neck. Candace's bikini top fell to the floor leaving her 
as naked as Marisa. He grabbed her hips and began 
fucking her pussy from behind. He looked at his friend's 
two wives. This wasn't his first threesome, nor even his 
second or third, but he couldn't recall ever having two 
hotter women before. This was going to be a good day.

Marisa came hard in Candace's face. "No more," she 
whispered. Her genitals had turned so sensitive they 
couldn't take much more. Now, with Flex behind Candace 
fucking her steadily, Candace's tongue was pushing deep 
inside Marisa's pussy with each pounding of Flex's cock. 
"No more," she said, louder.

Candace heard her this time. She raised her head out of 
Marisa's pussy. Marisa saw that the pretty blonde's 
mouth and chin were soaked. She looked up at Flex. He 
winked at her. She looked back down at Candace. Grant's 
wife appeared drunk with pleasure. Her eyes were lidded 
and she had a dull smile on her face. Candace bent her 
head down and kissed the red patch of pubic hair between 
Marisa's legs. 

Flex's thrusts were pushing the blonde forwards. Candace 
licked and kissed under Marisa's belly button and then 
kissed her navel itself, putting her lips right on the 
green emerald. Her mouth and tongue moved up Marisa's 
rib cage to her swollen breasts and erect nipples. 
Marisa moaned as Candace took a hard nipple into her 
mouth. The red head felt milk spray from her breasts 
into Candace's mouth. This only encouraged Candace to 
suck harder. 

Marisa groaned and placed her hand in Candace's hair, 
holding her to her breast, though her head was thrust 
forward with each stab of Flex's cock. Marisa had never 
fantasized about a woman or even dreamed she'd ever be 
doing something like this, but pleasure was pleasure and 
Candace knew what she was doing. Their soft bodies felt 
good smashed together. It wasn't long before Flex had 
pushed Candace fully on top of Marisa. Their heights 
were close to each other. 

Flex's heavy testicles began slapping against Marisa's 
pussy as he fucked Candace. The blonde brought her lips 
down to Marisa's. Marisa fought it at first, keeping her 
lips tightly closed, but she gave in, opening her mouth 
and letting Candace's tongue inside to duel with her own 
tongue. Just as Candace was cumming, Marisa had a small 
orgasm as Flex's balls kept smacking her sensitive labia 
and clitoris. He'd just managed to get two women off at 
the same time.

Flex saw them kissing. It was too much for the black 
man. "Here it comes Candy. I'm gonna seed that pussy 
good."

Candace had been softly moaning as she passionately 
kissed Marisa. Her moans grew. Marisa opened her eyes to 
see that Candace's eyes were wide open. Candace sucked 
Marisa's lower lip into her mouth and softly screamed in 
delight. Marisa felt hot fluid dripping onto her crotch 
from Candace's pussy. Candace suddenly arched her back, 
releasing Marisa's lips and cried, "Give me your nigger 
cumMING! AAAHHH!" She buried in head in the pillow next 
to Marisa's head. 

Marisa watched Flex over Candace's shoulder. The black 
man's cock appeared, rampant and swollen in all its 
glory rising up above Candace's ass. She watched the eye 
open and a long string of his white sperm shot forth 
from the head. Marisa closed her eyes just as the end of 
the strand fell down on her forehead and across her 
face. Another strand fell on her lips and Flex's grunts 
assured her that even more of his semen was covering 
Candace's back. 

Marisa's tongue came out to lick the sperm around her 
mouth. She raised her hand to wipe some semen off her 
eyelids before she could open them again. Flex pushed 
the two women apart and then laid down between them. 
They both leaned into him, their naked bodies pressed 
into his, their hands feeling his huge chest as they 
came down from their orgasmic high.

After a short rest, Candace's stomach growled. "Hungry?" 
asked Flex. "Why don't you go down and rustle up some 
black sausage to eat."

"Yum," she purred, "Gladly." Candace kissed down the 
black man's chest, moving her lips towards his giant 
cock.

"You too, Isa," he said.

"Yes, Flex," she replied.

Marisa moved her body down to the foot of the bed and 
sidled up next to Candace. The blonde had the tip of 
Flex's cock in her mouth and it was rejuvenating 
rapidly. Candace grabbed the base and pushed his cock up 
so that she could move her mouth down to lick his balls. 
Marisa saw her opportunity and leaned over to suck on 
the end of Flex's cock.

For the next twenty minutes, the two married women 
shared the thirteen inch black cock between them. Marisa 
was slightly miffed that Candace had joined them, she 
had wanted Flex all to herself for most of the day and 
she hadn't wanted to share sucking on his cock with 
anyone, but she had to admit, Candace was very generous 
with it. The blonde would suck on it, taking his shaft 
deep down her throat and then pull it free of her mouth, 
aiming the huge cock over to Marisa who then mirrored 
what Candace had been doing.

During one of Marisa's turns, she had managed to swallow 
the whole shaft to the root, when she felt one of 
Candace's fingers teasing her pussy. Candace proceeded 
to finger her for a good five minutes while Marisa 
bobbed her head over Flex's shaft. She began to choke 
and needed a break so Marisa quit sucking and pointed 
the enormous cock over towards Candace. Marisa then 
decided to return the favor and moved her fingers over 
to Candace's pussy. 

She'd never done anything like this before, but then 
this weekend had been full of first time experiences. 
The heat and wetness of Candace's pussy surprised the 
red headed woman. Candace seemed thrilled to have Marisa 
fingering her and humped Marisa's fingers like wild 
until she actually had a small orgasm that was still 
strong enough to make her gag on Flex's cock.

"Gonna cum, girls," groaned Flex.

Candace had just passed his cock back to Marisa. Marisa 
started bobbing her head faster knowing her reward was 
coming. She could feel the giant shaft hardening and the 
head was swelling as his orgasm approached. She pulled 
her head back wanting his load in her mouth. Candace had 
one hand on his shaft jerking it as fast as she could so 
Marisa used her hands to fondle his balls.

Flex's cock erupted.

Candace waited until Marisa's cheeks bulged out before 
she yanked his cock over to her own mouth. It erupted 
between the two women before the head found its way into 
Candace mouth and continued ejaculating across her 
tongue. She swallowed two loads before Marisa had 
managed to wrap her hands around the shaft and pulled it 
free. His cock cleared Candace's mouth and blew a load 
in her face before Marisa had gotten her lips around the 
head. 

Candace pulled it back, but Marisa fought her this time. 
They ended up cheek to cheek while Flex's cock shot it's 
last three wads into both their faces. Finally, Candace 
relaxed and Marisa leaned forward to lick the remaining 
cum off his cock head. Candace was generous again, 
jerking his shaft so that a few more squirts of his seed 
filled Marisa's mouth.

Candace bent down and licked his shaft while Marisa 
didn't want to relinquish the head. Candace licked 
upwards forcing Marisa to back off a little. They ended 
up sharing the head, both their tongues licking the 
swollen black helmet. Their tongues danced around each 
other and then they were kissing again while Flex's cock 
head bobbed beside their cheeks. The kiss was passionate 
and only broken when Candace pulled back to lick some of 
the sperm from Marisa's nose and then her cheeks and 
lips. Marisa did the same, cleaning Candace's face with 
her tongue. Flex's sperm was now cold, but it was still 
good.

"Why don't you two get cleaned up," said Flex. "You can 
use my shower."

"Alright," said Marisa. "You can go first Candace."

"It'll be quicker if we shower together, said Candace 
pulling Marisa to her feet and towards the bathroom.

Candace grabbed a bar of soap and started running it all 
over Marisa's body the second they were under the hot 
water. The shower was tight and the women were forced to 
press their bodies together. Candace's hard nipples were 
pushing against Marisa's. Marisa still wasn't bi or gay, 
but the physical contact was nice. Candace's soft 
feminine body felt good to touch and caress. This time 
Marisa pulled her tight and kissed her. Candace moaned 
from the passion of Marisa's kiss. Their lips parted. 
"Please say we can get together again for some more 
fun?" Candace's eyes pleaded with her.

"I-I'd like that," said Marisa.

"Thank you," said Candace kissing her. "Maybe a girls 
only weekend. Just you and me." She kissed her again. "I 
can bring a big dildo." She kissed her again. "I'll get 
a big strap on black dildo." She kissed her. "Maybe I 
could fuck you with it."

Marisa was shocked by how kinky Candace was turning out 
to be. She pictured the gorgeous blonde kneeling between 
her legs with a plastic black cock that looked just like 
Flex's strapped to her pussy. "Maybe," she said, 
thinking about it.

The curtain pulled open. "I wanna watch this," said 
Flex, standing in the doorway.

Candace slipped behind Marisa so that the red head was 
facing Flex. She reached around the new mother and 
cupped Marisa's breasts. "You like these big white 
breasts?" asked Candace before kissing Marisa's neck.

"I sure do," said Flex, approvingly.

"And these big hard nipples?" Candace pinched and tugged 
on Marisa's nipples. A little milk came out, but Flex 
couldn't notice through the shower spray. "Is your big 
nigger cock getting hard again looking at this white 
body?" Candace ran the palm of one hand down Marisa's 
smooth pale white body and across her sexy belly. Her 
fingers ran across Marisa's red pubic hairs, now darker 
from being wet. "And this hot pussy?" Marisa gasped as 
Candace's fingers slipped over her clit. "I see your big 
nigger cock is ready!"

Flex's cock was sticking straight out again. "Get your 
white asses back on the bed, sluts," he ordered.

Marisa and Candace stepped out of the shower. They dried 
each other off. They were heading back to the bed where 
Flex was lying, holding his cock up when Jack started 
crying through the baby monitor. "Shit!" said Marisa. 
"He's hungry." She bent down to get her dress.

"Leave it," ordered Flex. "I want you to stay naked."

"But?" Marisa looked at him. His expression was serious. 
She opened the door and peered out. Their trailers were 
arranged in little cul-de-sacs and no one would see her. 
"Alright," she said, flicking the switch on the baby 
monitor so that they could have a two way conversation 
if need be. She slipped out the door, feeling the hot 
sun strike her bare skin. 

Her fair white skin hadn't tanned despite wearing little 
but the small bikini all weekend, but then she was 
diligent with her sunscreen. The sun had brought out 
some freckles though. They were appearing on her cheeks 
and the tops of her breasts. She walked nude from Flex's 
cabin, past the grill, the picnic table and up to her 
trailer.

Jack reached for her breasts the moment she picked him 
up. He needed changing too, but for now he was just 
hungry. She flickered a nipple across his lips until he 
latched on and started sucking. 

"WHOA!" The sound came from the monitor and Marisa 
glanced at it. 

"Wrong hole," came Candace's voice. 

"Shut up," said Flex. 

"You're too big for that," complained Candace. 

"Isa took me, you can too." 

"Jesus, just go easy ok? Aargh!! OHGOD! It hurts!" 

"You ain't a true slut until you've had a nigger cock in 
every hole, Candy."

Marisa listened intently as Flex broke Candace's ass in. 
She was jealous again as she'd wanted to experience anal 
sex one more time. She did take some pride in the fact 
that Candace was having a harder time taking the thick 
shaft, but then her ass was a lot bonier then Marisa's. 
It took awhile, but the sobs and groans were turning to 
moans. 

"Fuck." Marisa had to crane her neck to hear as 
Candace's words were so soft. "Fuck. Fuck. Do it. Fuck 
my ass. FUCK MY ASS! Shove that big nigger cock deep. I 
fucking love it. Fuck my white ass with that big black 
cock."

Marisa changed Jack. He reached back up for her nipple, 
but his attempts were half hearted and his eyes were 
lidded. "I'm a true slut now, Flex. I've taken you in 
every hole and I like it. I'm your slut. Keep fucking 
your white slut's ass." SLAP "Spank your slut, nigger." 
SLAP "OHGOD" SLAP "Spank my slut ass, master." SLAP

Marisa fixed the diaper. Jack was asleep. She put him 
back down in the playpen and boldly walked naked across 
the yard. She opened the door to Flex saying, "Here it 
comes, slut."

"Fill my ass with your nigger cum, master," screamed 
Candace.

Marisa stared at the couple. Candace's ass cheeks were 
now bright red. The black man had nearly eight inches of 
cock buried into her ass. Flex had his eyes closed and 
was gritting his teeth, clearly cumming. As was his 
habit, he pulled back and yanked his cock out. The 
rampant shaft sprang up and launched a long string of 
semen from the back of Candace's blonde hair down to the 
small of her back and onto her ass cheeks. 

He jerked a few more strands out and then collapsed on 
the bed. Candace fell on her arms, ass sticking up in 
the air. Marisa noticed she had one hand between her 
legs and was slowly diddling her clit as Flex's sperm 
started welling up in her ass to trickle down to her 
pussy and fingers.

"I'm about spent, ladies," said the exhausted black man.

Marisa walked over to the bed. "One more time," she 
said, straddling him. His cock hadn't shrunk yet and she 
lifted it up lowering her needy pussy over it. "I want 
you in me one more time."

"Jesus Isa," he groaned. "I'm only human."

"No you're not," she replied, riding him. "You're a god. 
Let me worship your black cock with my white pussy, 
master."

"FUCK!" he groaned, slamming his hips up into her 
descending pussy. "Now that's what I'm talkin about."

Marisa rode him hard, leaning forwards so that he could 
wrap his black lips around her erect nipples. "I want 
your black seed in my womb again," she moaned. "I want 
your nigger cum. Give me your cum, master."

"You'll get it slut," he growled. Flex's eyes suddenly 
widened in surprise. "That's it lick my balls."

Marisa glanced behind her. Candace had moved over and 
had her face down on the bed, licking Flex's splayed out 
scrotum. She licked and kissed up the base of Flex's 
shaft. Marisa leaned forwards, burying her boobs in 
Flex's face. The tip of his cock was spreading her pussy 
lips out as she slowly fucked just the tip. She felt 
Candace's tongue between her ass cheeks and then her 
tongue was sliding across the exposed part of Flex's 
cock head and Marisa's labia. The tongue teased her, 
moving out of the way when Marisa started riding Flex 
again. Candace's tongue moved up between her ass cheeks, 
teasing her anus. Both Flex and Marisa groaned.

Marisa slammed her pussy down over Flex's cock, grinding 
their crotches together. Then she leaned forward and 
teased him again, fucking just the tip. Candace's tongue 
returned to their conjoined crotches, licking off their 
combined juices. This went on for awhile. Marisa had 
several orgasms. "More Flex. More. Please tell me we can 
fuck again."

"We'll fuck again. I plan of fucking both of ya whenever 
I can."

"I'm your slut, Flex," screamed Marisa. She came hard, 
collapsing on his crotch.

"Prepare to get seeded, slut." He still needed a few 
more strokes to get it out, but Marisa had collapsed. He 
lifted her up easily, bucking his hips up into her.

"All of it," she whispered in his ear. "I want every 
last drop inside me."

Marisa got her wish. He came and she had one final giant 
orgasm as she felt him seeding her pussy with his sperm. 
He should have been drained dry by this point, but it 
still felt like he was hosing her insides with a 
gallon's worth of semen. She had the fleeting thought 
that she should thank god that he's had a vasectomy for 
he surely would have impregnated her this weekend if he 
hadn't. But she also knew that she was hooked. Even if 
he were fertile, she would have kept right on fucking 
him. The pleasure of fucking him bareback and feeling 
his ejaculate in her womb was worth any consequences. 
Marisa collapsed on his chest.

Marisa came to her senses. She was laying on his hard 
chest, his plump cock still in her, but it had gone 
soft. Candace had sidled up next to Flex and was cradled 
in his arm. Marisa sat up a little, arching her back and 
Flex's lips quickly found her right nipple. He started 
licking and sucking her erect nipple, her milk squirting 
in his mouth. She was surprised when Candace joined him. 
The blonde also wrapped her lips around Marisa's left 
nipple and started sucking. She moaned and started 
shaking. 

Flex's cock still stuffed her pussy though it had gone 
soft. She couldn't help herself. The pleasure from 
having her pussy stuffed full of cock, from the pleasure 
radiating out from her sensitive nipples, and the sheer 
relief she was feeling in her breasts and the pressure 
from all her milk abated had her cumming one last time. 

Flex and Candace sensed she was done and they both 
released her nipples, their heads falling back on the 
pillows. Marisa wriggled herself free. His cock plopped 
out, followed by a flood of his semen. She rolled off 
him and snuggled up in his other arm. She and Candace 
ran their hands lovingly all over his hard chest.

"I could use another load," purred Candace, fondling his 
cock. It hung limp over her hand. It was still thirteen 
inches long and as thick as her wrist, but it was soft 
as a noodle, wet and sticky from all his and Marisa's 
cum.

"Enough ladies," he said. "I'm spent. You drained my 
balls dry with that last fuck, Isa."

"My pleasure," she moaned. "And I mean that."

"Besides, you need to go get cleaned up to go pick up 
your husbands."

"When can we fuck again?" asked Candace.

"Me too."

"I'll come by when I can. I can probably visit you Isa 
about once a month. You're a little more out of the way. 
Candy."

"Damn! What about next month? Aren't Grant and John 
going fishing for a weekend?"

"Yeah, they invited me, but I got a competition." Flex 
sighed.

Candace and Marisa were both running their hands over 
the black man's bulging muscular chest. Candace slid her 
hand over to Marisa's and held it. "Maybe we can get 
together that weekend?"

"Alright," said Marisa, feeling Candace squeeze her hand 
in response. They continued to hold hands.
"I don't think I can live with seeing you only once a 
month." Marisa kissed one of his muscles.

"Me neither. I need you now." Candace kissed him too.

"My oh my," he said. "I got a couple of addicts on my 
hands."

"Once you've had Flex..." reminded Marisa.

Flex chuckled. "If you need it that bad, you might want 
to think about spreading them legs for some other niggas 
then."

"You're not suggesting?" Candace asked.

"I am. Now there's no other niggas out there like me, 
but if either of you know any brothers, big build, big 
feet, acting like the own everything. They'll take care 
of those horny white pussies for ya."

"There's this lawyer at the office," said Marisa. She 
was a legal aid in a law firm, but was on extended 
maternity leave. She and John were working out whether 
or not she should resign entirely and be a stay at home 
mom or send Jack to daycare.

"Is he a big guy?"

"He's big, ex-pro football player. Good looking too, but 
he's almost sixty. He's a real flirt with all the ladies 
even though he's married. He's come on to me a couple 
times, but I thought it was unprofessional."

"You should fuck him," said Flex.

"No, I couldn't," she replied. Maybe. I have his number. 
Could I? He'd be discreet.

"You're lucky Marisa," laughed Candace. "The only big 
black guy I know works for the agency and he's no 
model."

"What is he?" asked Flex.

"He does odd jobs for us. I think he's got a mild case 
of Downs. The agency hired him through some firm that 
seeks to place handicapped people. He's huge and does a 
lot of heavy lifting and some janitorial work. I don't 
know if he's even ever had sex."

"There's a brother that needs some white pussy bad 
then."

"Probably, but he's not very good looking and he's in 
his fifties."

"Fuck him anyway," said Flex.

"I'll wait for you," she replied, but Candace was 
already thinking about the janitor. He was an all around 
big guy. Gentle as a rabbit, but he was huge. He had a 
big head, thick neck, big arms, and Candace was sure he 
would have something big under his work trousers too.

Marisa broke her grip with Candace's hand and slid hers 
down Flex's stomach to his penis. She hefted the thick 
slab of dark meat. "You sure you've had enough?" she 
asked, stroking his cock.

"Hey! If that thing gets hard, it's my turn," complained 
Candace.

Flex's cock did seem to plump up a little, but it didn't 
harden. "See, I guess I'm just a man after all," he 
said.

"Yeah, but you're a real man with a real man's cock and 
you know how to use it," sighed Marisa. Jack started 
crying through the monitor.

"You call this a real man?" asked Candace. "Why he's 
only managed to get it up five times today and he's only 
managed to satisfy two women. A real man would be good 
for another dozen or so times."

"You want me to spank that white ass again?" asked Flex.

"Maybe," giggled Candace.

"I'd better go," said Marisa as Jack's cries grew 
louder. "I need to clean up and I think the baby's going 
to be active for awhile."

"You better go too Candy," said Flex. "The boat should 
be docking soon and Grant and John will need a lift 
back.

Candace stood and retrieved her bikini. Both women were 
still messy and needed showers. Neither dressed not 
wanting to mess up their clothes. Marisa opened the door 
and peeked out to make sure no one was around. "Girls," 
said Flex before they left. They turned to look at him. 
"This had been fun. I love you both."

"I love you too," said Candace and Marisa together 
before running out.

***

Grant and John returned from their trip thrilled and 
happy. They'd seen barracuda, nurse sharks, a large 
sting ray, and numerous tropical fish. They were already 
talking about coming back next year and doing it again. 
Candace told them that Marisa and she had just as much 
fun without them and the guys were delighted that the 
two women were getting along so well and openly endorsed 
them having girls only weekends. The five friends went 
out to dinner in Key West and splurged on an expensive 
seafood dinner. Grant and John paid Flex's tab to thank 
him for such a fun day.

Later, they group sat around a pit fire between their 
trailers and laughed and talked. They drank, but none of 
them overindulged as tomorrow's drive home would be a 
long day.

The next morning while they were loading their cars, the 
landlord pulled up followed by another car. Flex watched 
with interest as three women got out of the car. They 
were blondes and appeared to be a mother and twin 
daughters. "Sorry, don't mean to rush ya," said the 
landlord. He was an aging Key West hippie with long gray 
hair pulled back in a ponytail, thin, tattooed, and very 
tan. "My guests got an earlier flight to avoid the 
blizzard about to hit the Midwest." He turned to the 
mother. "I trust this will be satisfactory?"

The mother looked around. "You betcha," she said with a 
Minnesota twang.

"Let's go check out the beach," said one of the girls.

"Okay, let's do it," said the mom.

"I'll get the linens changed while you're gone," said 
the landlord. He took the keys from John and Grant, 
handing one set to the mom and another to the twins. The 
three women ran to the trailers.

Flex fingered his keys and watched the women go. He 
glanced at the newcomers' car. It was a rental, probably 
from Miami International. They had some brochures on the 
dash, coral castle, theater of the sea on Islamorada, 
and the Miami Metro zoo. "No husband?" he asked.

The hippie paused as he gathered some fresh bed sheets 
from the back of his car. "She said something about her 
husband being stationed overseas."

The twins reemerged quickly and Flex's eyes zoomed in on 
them. They looked eighteen, both with long blonde hair 
and blue eyes. They didn't appear to be identical, but 
were close enough that strangers wouldn't be able to 
tell them apart. The girls were wearing modest bikinis 
that they both filled out impressively. Their tits were 
as big as Marisa's and bounced when the two girls locked 
arms and jumped up and down excitedly. They were the 
kind of pale white he loved. 

Both girls were as pale as Marisa, but it was a winter 
pale and they would probably have nice tans by the end 
of their week. His mind raced. High school seniors. 
Stunning. Popular. Probably cheerleaders. Probably 
dating the two most popular boys in school, football 
players. Only fucked their boyfriends or maybe one other 
guy before them. They plan on being together with their 
boyfriends forever, but the girls will dump them when 
they move on to college and encounter other boys. Number 
of niggas in their high school? Slim to none. They 
needed some integration immediately and then come 
college, they'd seek out some black cock to satisfy 
them.

Mom came out of her trailer and Flex's cock extended an 
inch. She was more demure then her daughters, not 
willing to walk around in just a bikini, she had an open 
men's button down shirt over her bikini. The mom was 
probably forty, but looked younger. Her blonde hair had 
some faded patches, gray that blended in with her 
natural color. She threw her head back up to the sun, 
her shirt fell open. Her bosom was huge, larger then 
Marisa's, EE's he guessed. Her bikini top was actually 
quite modest, but she had so much tit flesh, it looked 
small. The outlines of large areola were visible through 
the bikini top. 

Those udders probably would have sagged down, but for 
the tight bikini top. He forced himself to lower his 
gaze from her swollen white tits and took in her torso. 
The woman was very fit. With her back arched, he could 
make out her abdominals and some musculature. Her belly 
was as flat as her daughters and there wasn't even a 
slight bulge under her navel. She put her arms up in her 
hair, enjoying the warm sun. 

There wasn't even any loose skin hanging off her arms. 
Her legs were long, fit, and well toned. Other than her 
breasts, the only extra fat on her was in the plump ass, 
he'd seen as she walked to her cabin. Perfect for 
grabbing on to when he pulled her back into his 
thrusting cock.

His mind analyzed her just as it had her daughters. When 
it came to sizing up women, his brain worked like a 
regular Sherlock Holmes. Married young, probably high 
school boyfriend. He took her virginity and was the only 
man she's ever been with. She's lonely, frustrated. She 
peaked sexually and hubby hasn't been around to take 
care of her needs. Takes out her sexual frustrations 
with exercise. Probably has a vibrator in her nightstand 
drawer and uses it once or twice a week, crying and 
thinking about her husband as she fucks herself with it. 

There was a store in Miami called the BBC LOVERS 
BOUTIQUE. He'd buy her a foot long black dildo to 
replace the little one in her drawer. It wouldn't 
satisfy her any longer once Flex got his cock in her and 
he would get his cock in her.

"I have a shoot in Miami in five days," said Flex, 
watching the three newcomers head down the path to the 
beach. "I was gonna get a room in Miami and hang out in 
the city, but now..." He turned to the hippie. "Is my 
cabin available if I extend my stay a week?"

"Sure is," said the hippie.

"Let's do it then," said Flex with a grin still watching 
the three blondes walk down the beach trail.

"Which one, mother or one of the daughters?" asked John.

"Yes," replied Flex.

"Let's get going," said Grant. "Good luck Flex. Not 
going to get far with that lot. Mom's married and the 
girls are too young."

Candace snorted beside her husband. He glanced at her, 
but she just pretended her nose was itching. She glanced 
at Marisa and the two shared a knowing grin. Neither 
woman doubted that he would have banged all three by the 
end of the week. The twins would probably be his next 
threesome.

They all said their goodbyes. John and Grant shook each 
other's and Flex's hand. Candace hugged Flex as did 
Marisa. Marisa had come a long way from the woman who 
hadn't wanted to even touch his black skin a few days 
ago. Now she didn't want to let go. Now she wanted him 
to lift her in his arms and lower her over his stiff 
cock. "Here, use this," she whispered handing him the 
Iron Man magazine with Flex on the cover, showing the 
huge bulge in his crotch. "Leave it on the picnic table 
for them to find. Put ideas in their heads." She winked 
up at him.

"Marisa, you are a delight," he told her, kissing her on 
the forehead and then quickly on the lips as the others 
got into their cars.

Marisa climbed in next to John and they drove off. 
"Promise me you'll wear that for some of the guys back 
home," said John, looking over at her. His friends knew 
she had big tits, but they also falsely believed she was 
dumpy.

Marisa laughed. She was keeping her promise to him to 
show off some more of her body. She wore short shorts to 
show off her legs and a belly baring halter top. 
Sunlight through the car window made her emerald 
piercing glisten. "I promise," she replied, picturing 
his friends ogling her, but then her thoughts turned to 
a certain black lawyer she worked with. "I might even do 
better than that."

"Holy shit," said John as his wife yanked the halter off 
over her head. She then opened the clasp on her bra and 
removed it. His buxom wife was now riding topless down 
the oversees highway.

Marisa looked at her swollen nipples before pulling the 
halter top on back over her tits. "Stupid bra keeps 
rubbing my nipples. I hope Jack gets thirsty soon, 
they're feeling heavy."

"I'm a little thirsty myself," replied John. Marisa's 
phone went off. "Who is that?" he asked.

Marisa checked her cell. "Text from Lola. I sent her one 
when we got here saying I was sorry about her and Flex 
and missed her." Marisa read a little more. "She misses 
us too and wishes she could have met Jack. Umm.. Don't 
feel bad about her and Flex. Umm.. She still loves the 
big asshole, but he couldn't stay faithful."

"She knew that," said John. "She was the other woman 
once."

"Yeah, she says here, It's not so much the cheating," 
Marisa felt the color drain from her already pale face. 
"As it is his obsession with knocking up white woman."

"You okay honey?" asked John.

"Yeah fine," she replied, faking a smile. "I'm just 
shocked to find out what kind of man Flex is." He's a 
real man, that's what kind of man he is.

"Yeah, there's something wrong with him up here," said 
John, tapping his head with his finger. "He knocked up 
three girls back in college. Told me he poked holes in 
his condoms so that they'd pop. Two of the girls ended 
up dropping out to raise babies."

"And you're friends with this guy?" she asked. John just 
shrugged. Marisa looked down at her phone. "Lola says 
Flex knocked up her best friend, Melissa."

"Oh yeah, another female bodybuilder."

"Swore to her that he'd had a... OHMYGOD!"

"What?" asked John in alarm.

"He is an asshole," said Marisa, hoping John was paying 
attention to the road and not to how much her hands were 
shaking. "He told Melissa that he'd had a vasectomy."

"You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," she snapped. "Just pull over soon. My boobs 
are aching and I need to feed Jack."
Marisa stared out the window at the passing palm and 
cypress trees and the beautiful clear blue water. A tear 
rolled down one cheek as she thought of Flex. He had 
sent load after load of his apparently potent seed 
directly into her womb this weekend and she was right 
between periods, her most fertile time. 

Candace and her own periods were closely synced too. The 
thin blonde was holding off on pregnancy for career 
reasons. Stretch marks and weight gain could cost her a 
fortune and now Candace had taken billions of his sperm 
into her fertile womb. My god, she thought. I just 
helped enable him to fuck that mom and her twins!

Marisa lowered her arm and placed one open hand over her 
womb. She wondered if there was life growing there. She 
was almost certain of it. She thought of Flex's cock and 
how good it felt, especially when it was cumming in her 
womb. Thinking about him made her horny. What a man! 
What a cock! That mom and her twins were lucky that Flex 
wanted to fuck them and put babies in their bellies. 
They owed her. So did Candace. Marisa rubbed her womb 
and smiled.

No regrets.


-THE END-

Author's Note: Some inspiration for Flex Appeal came 
from the story "Beach Teasing Goes Too Far" by Oppy-N-
Rose which may be found at eroticstories.com. I used the 
names Marisa and John to honor one of my favorite 
authors over at literotica.com named Chassuer11 who 
always uses those names. The character of Candace is 
based on South African model, Candace Swanepoel, a 
Victoria's Secret model. 

The black motorcycle gang that appears near the 
beginning is the same gang from my story, "The Flag 
Girls Get Fucked." I thought about including the Flag 
Girls with the gang, but the timing was wrong. It's a 
shame, because Flex would gladly have taken part in the 
Flag Girl's gang bang, but sadly that event happened 
mid-week and this story is set over a weekend. The BBC 
LOVERS BOUTIQUE is also mentioned in "Flag Girls."

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with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it
isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people
other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around
the world contract HIV every year. You only have one
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