Flex Appeal
written by:
Stormbringer

Flex Appeal Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer

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

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

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

The young red headed wife turned to check on the baby, peacefully sleeping in the backseat. John had a bag resting on the floor and she saw several magazines sticking out of it. She grabbed them both. One magazine was called Iron Man and the other was Flex. The same black man was on the cover of both. The man was a bulging mass of muscles. His skin was as dark as Marisa's was white and he had referred to her as the whitest white girl, he'd ever seen. He wasn't an attractive man normally and even less so when he was posing, muscles straining, veins bulging across his forehead, skin oiled and glistening. "Why did you bring these?" she asked her husband.

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

The bodybuilder was one of John's frat buddies. His name was Shane, but everyone called him Flex after the magazine that had given him his first cover and the current issue was his third time. He had been called Token at first as he was the only black guy in the fraternity, but he hadn't cared for that nickname. He did approve of Flex and told everyone to call him that. Marisa didn't care for the black man. He was arrogant and full of himself. He had no problem flirting with her or any other of his friend's wives. He drank more then she approved of and usually had pot with him when he wasn't competing. She'd met him three times now. The first was at her and John's wedding. Shane was 26 then and dating the woman who would become his second wife. She was a lovely black girl named Lola. Lola also competed and looked great when she wasn't posing which made her look man-ish. Marisa had met her again a year later when she married Shane and then again on one of their weekend getaways. Lola was pleasant and funny, completely smitten with Flex. Her only physical flaw was her chest was as flat as John's. She was close to 0% body fat and often commented on how she wished she had Marisa's breasts. Marisa had always been buxom with heavy C-cup breasts. Wait until she sees me now, thought Marisa glancing down at the milk laden DD's she'd had since having Jack eight months ago. She was looking forward to seeing Lola again, even if that met spending a weekend with Shane. Flex was 6'2" and weighed according to the magazine 320lbs and none of it was fat. His dark black skin had been a problem for him. He was African black and when posing always had to have a light background and plenty of lighting to see his musculature. His pose on Iron Man was full frontal and everything was bulging out, it even looked like he had muscles under the tight crotch hugging dick sack he was wearing. Jesus, but that was a huge bulge. "What is that thing under his suit?" she asked staring closely at the magazine cover.

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

"No, I don't."

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

"Oh," she replied.

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

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

"We're almost there."

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

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

He glanced over at her breasts again. Her bra had been driving her crazy where it rubbed her nipples and she lost it during the first hour of their five hour drive. All Marisa was wearing over her black shorts was a green blouse that looked lovely under her red hair. The blouse was loose and gaped open between buttons and she'd even undone a couple as if her breasts needed air. He could see tantalizing glimpses of flesh through the gaps and it was enough to make his penis stir. She'd be getting some this weekend. Even if he wasn't in the mood, it was their fourth anniversary in two days and he was obligated to perform his husbandly duties.

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

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

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

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

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

"John! The baby!"

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

Marisa looked down at her son, hungrily slurping and as he so often did while breast feeding, Jack's eyes were growing lidded, closing, and then her nipple sprang free as he fell asleep. "Stop staring," she scolded her husband, feeling his eyes on her breasts. Marisa buttoned her blouse to hide her breasts from passing traffic. She gently placed Jack back in the back seat carrier and buckled him in. She retrieved her bra from her bag and returned to the front seat, struggling to put her bra on under her top and wincing as the material rubbed her sensitive nipples. She needn't have bothered for when they arrived at their destination there was no one around the cabins and John went alone to retrieve their keys from the office.

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

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

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

John felt like taking his wife then and there, but unfortunately, Jack was wide awake and gurgling. Marisa had an odd shaped body and had trouble finding clothes that fit. In winter, when she wore bulkier clothes, she looked dumpy, but her true form was revealed the less clothes she wore and nude she looked glorious. Her waist wasn't thin, but it was shapely. She'd worked out to lose her belly fat and her stomach was sexy and mostly flat. She still carried extra weight in her ass as well as the increased cup size for her breasts. If anything, the extra weight had improved her already decent looks. Her hips were larger then her waist and nearly matched her bosom. Her crotch was smooth and as white as the rest of her, but for a small red landing strip. It looked good enough to eat and he hadn't done that for her since before they were married nor would he ever again after watching his son's head come out of there. John felt the blood leaving his penis at the memory.

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

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

Marisa smiled gratefully. "The top's going to be worse. Maybe, I can pick up a suit that fits in Key West?' Her fears were justified as she tried to squeeze DD cup breasts into a C cup top. Her breasts stuck out of the tops, the sides and the bottoms. Even worse, her nipples had doubled in size during her pregnancy and her areola were barely contained by the stretched out triangular cups of her bikini top. She had to stretch out and adjust the material to hide them. "Not sure why, but this material doesn't feel as bad on my nipples as my bra."

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

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

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

The young couple walked down towards the beach. Marisa carrying the baby. There was a boat out in the water with an older couple getting in the water to snorkel, but otherwise Grant and Candace were the only two others on the narrow little beach. "There they are," shouted Grant rising to his feet. His eyes zoomed in on Marissa's breasts and widened in amazement. Candace noticed the improvements to Marisa's figure too and her eyes narrowed in jealousy. John had just seen his wife naked and was turning his appreciative gaze on his friend's wife. Candace did look like a Victoria's secret model and she actually did model bikinis and lingerie though the company she worked for wasn't as prestigious, but neither was it sleazy in any way. Candace had an absolutely stunning face and was the best looking woman any of them had met in person. Her eyes were a bright blue and her wavy blonde hair fell down her back between her shoulder blades. She was curvy, but thin, almost too thin, but that was what modeling agencies wanted these days. Her breasts were small B cup mounds, perfect for her figure and like most models, her skimpy bikini top was tight and pushed her breasts together creating cleavage. Her bottom was a thong too and she had no problem showing off her bare ass. Despite her religiosity, she felt no shame showing off her sexy body. A silver cross hung from her neck and sunlight glistened off a diamond stud in her navel.

"Marisa you look fantastic," said Grant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hoy shit!" said Flex, his eyes falling on John's wife. "Marisa? You look fucking amazing. John take your baby so that I can give your wife a proper greeting." Marisa reluctantly handed her son over to her husband. Flex always greeted her with a hug. She hated to admit it, but she was slightly racist. She didn't believe blacks were inferior or anything, but she didn't think the races should mix and didn't like having physical contact with black men outside of a handshake. Flex grabbed her hips with his ham-like hands and pulled her forcefully against his chest. Marisa grinned and bore it. It was like hugging a brick wall, correction, a sun heated, sweaty black brick wall. Much to her embarrassment, her nipples hardened under her top and pressed against the muscles on Flex's chest.

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

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

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

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

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

John interrupted. "Marisa suffers from a condition known as hyperlactation."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa walked back up the beach to their cabin. She changed Jack and then put him down. She decided to get a jump on John, taking a shower and drying her long red hair. She put her bra on, wincing as the material rubbed her sensitive nipples and then pulled on a short green summer dress. Her breasts made the material hang straight down to her hips, hiding her shape, and disguising the fact that she was truly hiding a magnificent body underneath it. She pulled some heeled sandals on, that made her legs look really good. She winced as the bra hurt her nipples and finally gave up, removing the annoying support for her boobs. Braless, she didn't look too bad, but her dress did hug her breasts and the outlines of her nipples appeared from time to time. Then she played with Jack for awhile waiting for the group to get back. John got back to the cabin around an hour before sunset, took a quick shower and they were ready to go. A freshly showered Grant was waiting in their little courtyard patiently waiting for Candace who always took the longest to get ready. Flex hadn't bothered showering or even changing. He was sitting in a lounge chair, sipping a beer.

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

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

Marisa crinkled her nose in distaste. She strapped Jack into his baby seat while John started the car. Soon they were off to Key West, just a short drive from Big Pine Key. They found a parking space and John pulled out the stroller from the trunk. They walked down to Mallory Square and watched some of the street performers do their acts for about fifteen minutes before Flex found them. A short time later, Grant and Candace walked up, holding hands. Candace looked great. She wore black shorts, sandals, and a white tank top that left most of her sexy belly bare showing off the diamond stud. Marisa couldn't help noticing that for the rest of the night, most of the male eyes were once again favoring the blonde model. John had a fetish for a sexy belly and would have killed someone to get Marisa to pierce her navel or wear something to show off her stomach. She felt jealous to see him taking as many glimpses at his friend's wife's stomach as he could.

The five friends watched the sun go down and then hurried off to find a nice restaurant. They all had seafood. They walked around sightseeing for another hour before finding a nice quiet bar with an outside deck and plenty of seating so that they could enjoy a few drinks and the sights and sounds on Duval Street. The sounds suddenly grew too loud as nearly two dozen motorcycles swiftly roared up the street. Marisa watched them going by, noticing that they were all black men and wore jackets showing a black panther on the back. The noise stirred Jack and he started to cry. Marisa picked him up and started comforting him.

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

"Does he know them?" asked Candace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I knew it," said John laughing.

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

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

John stumbled in a half hour later. He was wasted off his ass, but then he usually got that way around his college friends. He hit something with his foot and cursed. Marisa winced, but the loud noise didn't wake Jack. She turned the light on for him and he smiled at her, his eyes going wide at finding his wife laying on the small bed wearing nothing but panties. Marisa climbed to her feet and helped her husband undress. She got his shirt off and then pushed him down on the bed. He fell on his back, lifting his hips so that she could pull his shorts down. His underwear followed and his penis sprang into view. It was floppy and limp. She took it in her hand and tugged on it, massaging his balls. John was half asleep, looking at her drunkenly. Desperate for some loving, Marisa took him in her mouth, easily fitting his entire penis inside her mouth. Finally, it started to respond. John quickly turned completely hard. She released his penis and sprang to her feet, pulling her panties down as fast as she could.

Marisa straddled her husband's legs and grabbed a hold of his penis. It was a little over six inches long, but it was thin with a small streamlined head. She'd never thought of it before, but since Flex had called John a pencil dick earlier, John's penis really did resemble a pencil. She lowered her pussy over his pencil...penis, feeling the small head pushing at the entrance to her vagina. Marisa was just about to drop down when Jack started crying, waking with a loud, hungry wail. "NO!" she sobbed. Marisa stood up. "Don't you go nowhere," she told her husband. John just shook his head, stupidly. Marisa walked over to the baby and picked him up, his mouth immediately latching onto a nipple. She glanced over at her husband to find the erection gone and John fast asleep. She cursed silently. If it wasn't her husband's lack of interest, it was the baby that always got in the way of her getting laid.

Marisa sat down on the couch and let Jack feed. If things didn't change soon, she was going to take things into her own hands and buy a dildo or something. The sounds of lovemaking that started coming from next door did little to improve her mood. "Come on Grant," said Candace's voice. "That's it baby fuck me. Give it to me. NO! Slow down. Not yet, honey. Please? Just hold it still. Oh... DAMN!" The sounds stopped entirely and Marisa suddenly had a good idea of why Flex called Grant, Minute Man. Well at least their sex life wasn't perfect either.

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

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

John was carrying a bag filled with snorkeling equipment. He dropped it at a spot near the water. Marisa came up beside him and placed the baby carrier in the shade of a palm tree noticing some lizards scurry off. She spread a blanket out on the sand and sat down in it. Candace sat down beside her while Grant spread out a blanket beside theirs. Candace was already wearing her bikini and was perfectly content to wear that and nothing else all day until they went out at night. Grant had his shirt off and was wearing a bathing suit with flip flops. He was a good looking guy with sandy brown hair and a nice physique. John was wearing his suit too, but kept his shirt on to protect his fair skin. Candace poured some tanning lotion in her hand and started coating her lovely skin with it. Grant did the same as did John.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa tried not to watch, but she found herself staring as Candace ran her hands all over Flex's chest. He held his arms out, making those biceps that had graced a half dozen magazine covers already. His biceps might nearly be as big as Candace's waist. How could she stand touching a black guy? Candace didn't seem to mind at all. It wasn't sexual either. Candace was just one gorgeous model helping out another model. The blonde was very white, though she tanned easily and was already turning darker. She wasn't as white as Marisa's pale skin, but still Marisa stared at the contrast on Candace's white body superimposed before the hulking dark black skinned man. Other then for a few strategically placed strips of cloth, Candace was all but completely nude. Her bare ass was facing Marisa, now the blonde was behind the giant black man, her perky breasts pressing into his back as she ran her slick hands up his back. Marisa's eyes roamed down to the black man's baggy shorts. A long tubular object caused the material to bulge out as it swung between his legs. The end nearly reached the black man's knees and the bottom of his long beach shorts. That outline certainly didn't look like he stuffed his pants with socks! It appeared to get bigger under her gaze and Marisa quickly took her eyes off it. She looked up to find Shane was staring at her even as Candace finished coating his body with lotion. Marisa looked away with embarrassment, hoping he didn't think she was trying to check out his junk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you tried maybe doubling up on the condoms?

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

"I've only had sex several times since Jack was born," interrupted Marisa, shutting Candace up. Clearly Candace was getting something off her chest and she had a tendency to make everything about herself. "John's never had a high sex drive even before I got pregnant, but since the baby was born it's fallen to almost nothing and to make matters worse I took hormone injections to help me get pregnant and they've made me horny all the time."

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

"Too much information."

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

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

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

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

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

"CANDACE! You just flashed him."

"No harm teasing him a little."

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

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

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

Marisa blushed which tended to turn everything from her chest up red. "I kind of outgrew my bikini." She peeked at the big black man standing down by the river. He was still staring, but it wasn't Candace he was looking at and Marisa couldn't tell if he'd even noticed her little show. He was staring at Marisa. Marisa glanced down at her bottoms. She was sitting up with her knees bent and legs spread. She could see the entire outline of her labia through the tight bikini bottom. She quickly closed her legs in horror. Marisa turned around, not wanting to look at him, but presenting her ass to the black man and giving him another good beaver shot. She lowered herself down to the blanket, front first, her ass the last to slide down. She sent a quick message off to Lola: Sorry to hear about you and Shane. Wish you were here.

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

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

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

"What exactly is hyperlactation?"

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

"How did you get it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine. I'll go alone then." Marisa walked down to the water and set off down the beach. She wished John had come along with her, they didn't get much time alone since Jack was born. A smile slowly spread across her face. She didn't get much time alone period. This was nice. It was quiet, mostly private, sunny and warm with a lovely view. The beach wasn't crowded, but she did pass an RV pulled over with a pair of married seniors. The husband glanced at her, then did a double take, pausing to stare at her body. The wife didn't notice and Marisa gave him a friendly wave. Suddenly, her private little walk was ruined when a humongous black figure stood up from where he was sitting under some palm trees. "Flex?" she asked, curious. "What are you doing out here?" She noticed the straining bulge under his swimwear and tried not to stare, but it was hard not to look at something so obvious. Though to be fair, he was staring full on at her breasts and she knew the exercise probably had made her nipples leak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I said no, now leave me alone."

"A hand job then."

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

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

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

"I promise."

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

"Great. Come on lets get off the beach." Flex reached for her hand.

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously?"

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

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

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

"You take it out."

"Fine." Marisa shook her head in exasperation. She kneeled on the blanket and reached down for the gloves. She was pulling one on while Flex moved in front of her, his bulging crotch right before her face. When both gloves were securely on her hands, Marisa reached up and tentatively moved her hands to the waistband of his Speedo just like a nurse would when about to examine a patient. She gingerly pinched the waistband and pulled it out. Flex's cock seemed to uncoil a little and his huge cock head slowly rose up and grew until nearly four inches of cock was sticking out from the waistband reaching all the way up to the belly button centered in his hard muscular stomach. "Wow," she muttered, pulling the waistband out and down. His cock fell down like a felled ebon colored redwood tree nearly smacking her on the nose. Marisa reared her head back and stared at the monster. "WOW!" she said again, more loudly.

"Like it?" asked Flex.

"No, I don't like it, but it sure is huge!" she gasped, feeling her heart racing. Flex's cock was magnificent. It was indeed longer then a foot long and thick too, probably as big around as her wrist. Not only was his size impressive, but the whole thing was simply beautiful. His cock looked like it had been sculpted from black granite. If it were even possible for a penis to have muscles, Flex's penis had muscles and as great and gigantic as it was, it looked almost normal sticking out from his sculpted body. The head was serpentine and long, between two and three inches. The flare was great, probably sticking out another half inch above the shaft. Shane was a black man's black man, but his cock was even darker then his skin. It was so swollen with blood, that his entire cock was nearly blue-black and even purplish around the large veins crisscrossing the shaft. Marisa felt her own fluids begin dripping down her thighs as she stared at it. Her body responding to some primal instinct. Maybe she did like it.

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

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

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

Marisa looked at the big black cock again and nodded in agreement. She lifted the bottle above the long shaft and turned it upside down, letting oil fall along his thick cock like she was squeezing mustard out over a burnt foot long hot dog. When she felt it was good and coated with oil, she dropped the bottle and reached out for the big cock. Her fingertips brushed his cock head and it leaped, eager for her touch. Marisa finally wrapped her fingers around it and began twisting her gloved hand along his rod, coating every square inch with oil. The thin layer of latex did little to hide how hard and powerful Shane's cock was. She could feel every bump, ridge, and vein along his shaft. She could even feel the heat his cock was giving off.

Marisa had run her hand along the entire thing and figured she was ready to get this over with. She was bringing her other hand up to steady his penis and for the first time noticed how big his balls were. Her hand slid down his shaft as she stared at his testicles. They were sized for both Flex and Flex's cock which is to say they were huge. Her hand stopped heading for the base of his shaft and instead went over to cup his balls. Just one of Flex's testicles barely fit in her gloved hand. She could cup John's entire scrotum in one hand. She released it and went back to stroking the giant black shaft with one hand while steadying the base with her other hand.

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

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

Marisa's arm began to tire, so she switched and began stroking him with her left hand. Her knees were digging into the sand through the blanket and hurting. She fidgeted trying to get more comfortable. Her left arm was tiring rapidly. Flex had some amazing stamina. Doubt started creeping in that she might not be able to get him off. He was enjoying it at least. Flex would grunt from time to time and a few times, he'd let out an "Oh yeah baby, jerk off that big black cock". She looked up his amazingly defined chest and to his head. He'd thrown his head back and was looking up at the sky. He brought his head back down and looked down at her. Their eyes met and locked. She couldn't look away. Right then, her only desire was to make sure that Flex got off. She started using both hands, jerking his shaft faster and faster using every bit of her strength. His lips curled up in a wry grin. "Try sucking on it, that should work."

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

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

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

"Damn Isa, dems some big white titties."

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

"Lets lay down."

"Alright," she said, releasing his cock. She sat back on her ass as Flex sat down on the blanket and laid on his back. It was a large blanket, but Flex was so tall, most of his legs were in the sand. She reached over for his cock without being told to and started stroking him again. They were positioned in a way that had her kneeling by his head with her right hip near his head. Now she was leaning over his stomach, her large pendulous breasts swinging like udders underneath her. Her nipples scraped across his hard stomach. Suddenly a jolt of pleasure shot up from her nipple and coursed through her entire body. "What are you doing?" she gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa didn't even like physically touching him and now his penis was ejaculating sperm down her throat. She pulled back, her mouth swelling with semen until her cheeks bulged. She swallowed a load, surprised that his protein rich sperm didn't taste all that bad. As her cheeks bulged out a second time and sperm began to dribble down her chin, his cock head sprang free of her mouth and she got a blast of hot semen in her face. She pushed herself up off the blanket, his wildly spurting cock covering her breasts and chest with yet more sperm. Cum had coated one of her eyes and she opened the other. Flex was holding his cock up and it looked like a long black volcano. Sperm was still shooting up from it about an inch only to fall back onto the head to drip down the shaft like hot lava. She could even fancy that she could see his heavy scrotum jerking at it pumped out more semen this one time then her husband had probably cum in his entire life.

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

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

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

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

He grinned at her and used both hands to untie the strings of her bikini bottoms. "Look at that red haired pussy," he said as her crotch was revealed. She shaved it in a long strip, shaving the sides to fit in the bikini. Her pussy tended to be quite bushy and the strip from her clit up to her lower stomach was a healthy patch of red hair. He positioned her ass on the edge of the blanket as he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs open. She laid back in the sand. Flex was squatting between her legs on the rest of the blanket. He didn't want his wet cock in the sand. Marisa could see his mighty phallus sticking straight out, dripping his seed. She was surprised at how large it remained after cumming. John's tended to shrink pretty fast. Then Flex's cock disappeared as he lowered it to the blanket, his head approaching her hairy crotch.

Marisa had never found Flex attractive. She didn't like African features and Flex looked very African. She didn't like his dark skin and though she liked fit men, Flex's bodybuilder's frame looked unnatural to her going beyond fit. Still, as his ugly face drew closer to her pussy until she felt his hot breath on her genitals, she couldn't look away. When the first flick of his tongue hit her labia, she shuddered and spread her legs wider for him. The tip of his tongue touched her anus and then pushed hard against her crotch as he licked up, wiggling his tongue between the folds of her labia and then flicking it over her clit. She moaned loudly when he suddenly sucked her entire clit between his lips. Flex then attacked her needy pussy with gusto. Marisa had never felt anything so good before. He licked and sucked her pussy, sometimes using his tongue as a cock fucking her with it. Before she knew it, her belly began undulating downwards as her hips lifted slightly off the blanket into his thrusting tongue. An orgasm was growing, getting bigger, her world exploded as she came all over his mouth.

Flex had kept his promise, but he wasn't done with her yet. Marisa hadn't completely recovered from her orgasm when she felt his fingers entering her again. Flex's two fingers were as big as John's penis, but they felt better, more flexible and he was moving the tips around deep in her pussy. His mouth hadn't slackened off either. He was still teasing her clit, tongue twirling around it, flickering up and down over it. "Oh god! Flex, I'm going to cum again!" Pressure was growing inside her pussy. Marisa was tensing up, lifting her hips up into his fingers and mouth. Her hands were on the blanket, squeezing handfuls of sand through the cloth. Flex let the pressure build until finally he sucked the entire nub of her clit between his lips and sucked hard. "Aaaahhhhh!" screamed Marisa as she came. She was so loud, passersby on the beach path might have heard her, but she was beyond caring at that point. She'd never cum so hard or so powerfully before. Her eyes rolled up in her head and the pleasure left her dizzy. Her nipples ached with need as they'd both leaked milk as she came.

Marisa smiled with satisfaction as she recovered. Flex was still teasing her pussy with his fingers, but now it was just the tips. His tongue had moved up the side of her bush, then the top of her bush and over the slight mound beneath her belly button. His tongue pushed into her navel just as his fingers left her pussy, his hand moving through her bush, over her hip and up over her ribs to grab her left breast and pinch her nipples. He quit tonguing her belly button, kissed it, and then proceeded to kiss up the line above her stomach, over her rib cage and then up her right breast. He planted a kiss right on her nipple, flickering it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips just as he had done with her clitoris. She felt some relief from the pressure in her breasts as milk emptied through her nipple into his mouth.

Despite recently having an orgasm, well two actually... wait, she had three since they'd laid down on the towel. Marisa came so rarely, that she estimated she'd only had three orgasms over the last two years and now she'd had three in less then an hour. The last one had been the biggest of her life. Well, despite all that, laying beneath the strong man with his fingers teasing one nipple and her other nipple in his mouth had her body getting aroused again. It was too much for the neglected wife. Marisa caught herself writhing beneath him, lifting her hips up into him in the natural act of the female to receive the dominant male.

Flex's mouth left her nipple and he kissed up her pendulous breast to her shoulder. Marisa moaned slightly as his mouth reached her neck. She knew his ugly face was approaching her mouth to kiss her, but instead of turning away, she closed her eyes and parted her lips as his mouth met hers. She tried to pretend it was John kissing her so passionately, but the only image her mind could produce was of black muscles, black skin, and giant spurting black cock. She didn't resist as his tongue entered her mouth and her own tongue began dueling with it. Flex arched his back, his fingers pinching her nipple. His fingers returned to her pussy, the tips teasing her slit, growing wet with her arousal, pushing into her, a big round knob the size of a golf ball parting her labia and pushing her pussy lips inside, stretching her out like her insides had never been stretched out before.

Marisa opened her eyes in alarm, then closed them again when she saw the black man's ugly flat nose before her face. She kept kissing him even as his cock worked in and out of her pussy, using her own arousal to lubricate it before pushing deeper. Any anxiety that she'd felt knowing they were now fucking disappeared after a few seconds to be replaced with awe at this man's stamina. In her limited experience, no man had ever gotten erect again on the same day let alone within an hour of cumming once before. She'd never even considered it a possibility. She knew that she should push him off, but instead her legs opened wider for him making it easier for his cock to go deeper. Her unease had disappeared and now her awe was fading as her lust grew. There would be no more thinking, there would only be fucking and she told him so. "Fug meh," she moaned into his lips.

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

"Fuck me," she whispered.

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

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

"As you wish," he replied, adjusting his body directly over her. He hovered over her, his back bent, strong hands grabbing the sides of her head. He kissed her forehead and then began to pump his cock in and out of her. She'd taken about a third of the long thick shaft at this point. It wasn't quite as deep in her as John could go, but the additional thickness made it feel deeper. Soon it was deeper as each thrust of his cock sent the head further into her pussy. Soon it was as deep as her husband had ever been on those days when John had a good erection. Soon after that, it was in virgin territory. Marisa wrapped her arms around his back. Her blue gloved hand's squeezing his back as she also wrapped her legs around his waist. "Aarghhh!!" she gasped in pain-pleasure as his cock head knocked on her cervix. The entrance to her womb was a weak barrier to the mighty battering ram that was his black cock. The pain grew as his huge cock head forced it's way into her womb, then disappeared as she orgasmed for a fourth time that day. From here on out, there was only pleasure. She leaned up and kissed his hard black chest, submissively.

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

Flex finally slowed, but he was just changing positions. He pushed himself off her and sat back on his knees. He cupped his arms under her knees. Marisa looked up at him, then glanced away. "Look at me," he ordered. She turned to look at him. His dark African features weren't as ugly to her anymore. They were still brutish, but they were masculine too. He slowly moved his hips back, his long twelve inch plus cock, slowly slipping out of her. With a wet, plop, the head sprang free of her pussy. He pushed his hips forwards and his cock moved up her crotch and stomach, the head passed her belly button. "You wanna keep fucking?" he asked, staring hard at her. Marisa nodded in reply. "Then you put it in." Marisa leaned up, her gloved hand sliding between their bodies to grab the head. She caressed the knob and then slid down the shaft. She leaned up further as Flex pulled his cock back and she could bend it down so that the head was at the entrance to her pussy. "Put that black cock where it belongs, Isa." he ordered.

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

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

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

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

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

"What kind of cock is it, Isa?"

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

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

Marisa felt another orgasm growing. She'd never been fucked this hard or fast before. John would have cum a long time ago. She felt a strong urge to touch his chest. Marisa moved her hands up to his chest, feeling his hard pectorals beneath her gloves. How ridiculous, she thought looking at the blue latex. She pulled her hands back and pulled off the gloves as fast as she could, tossing them to the side. She brought her hands back to his chest, the second her bared flesh touched his chest, the orgasm broke. "Aaagh! Your black cock's making me cum," she cried.

Marisa slid her hands all over his chest and muscular arms, through his sweat. How had she ever thought that this was unattractive. Flex's muscles had muscles, muscles she'd never heard of. She shuddered with desire as she stared at her pale white hands against his dark black skin. There was only one sight she'd ever seen sexier then her hands running over his chest and upper arms and that sight was further down his body. Marisa sat up so that she could stare at the glistening shaft coming up out of her pussy only to piston back in. She fancied she could see his large cock head bulging out her skin as it worked it's way deep into her womb. She stared with fascination at the thrusting black cock until she felt Flex's hot breath on her face. She turned her head up to look upon his handsome face before their lips met and they kissed again as the black man slowly kept fucking the married white mom. He broke the kiss. "Who owns this pussy?" he asked.

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

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

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

"Good," he growled, picking up speed.

Jesus! She was going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. Marisa's toes curled as the pressure grew. White drops of milk formed on her nipples, until rivulets started flowing down onto her breasts. Flex suddenly buried his cock, the first powerful jet of his fertile sperm striking the back of her womb. "NO!" she screamed, realizing that he was cumming in her. "Pull out!" His cock spurted a second time and the damn broke. Her pussy contracted all over the still spurting cock, pulling his semen deeper inside her. He finally realized his mistake and began to withdraw his cock with her pussy muscles milking every inch of the thick shaft for more of his sperm as he withdrew it.

Marisa missed his cock the moment the fat head cleared the opening of her pussy. She looked at that dark black knobby head even as his long urethra opened and spit another long strand of his seed that struck her chin and left a trail all the way down to her bushy red pubes. He thrust his cock up over her belly, ribbons of cum hitting her face, chest, breasts, and ribs. Finally, it quit shooting, but sperm continued to pour from the tip in a white stream that splattered on her belly and began to form a pool in her navel. She wondered if there was such a thing as hyperejaculation. If so, Flex suffered from it. "Damn that was great, Isa," said Flex, rising to his feet. "I've been wanting to do that since the first time I set eyes on that milky white skin of yours. He held his hand out. She took it and he pulled her to her feet.

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

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

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

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

Marisa looked down at his cock, still swollen and huge. It wasn't proudly sticking up any more, but it was still hard and sticking a good twelve inches straight out from his curly black pubic hairs. A large pearl of white semen had formed around the urethra. In a day of uncharacteristic behavior, Marisa did one more uncharacteristic thing. She squatted down and planted her parted lips right over his cock head, gripping the base with one hand and squeezing her hand up along the shaft. She milked it of the last bit of sperm still stuck in his shaft and was rewarded with a small squirt of his seed across her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and took the head in her mouth, letting her tongue twirl all around it before pulling back and planting a long kiss right on the tip. "That was the best ever," she said looking up at him. "And your cock's amazing." The head had risen a little and was now angles upwards. Marisa rose to her feet and looked deep into his brown eyes. "But this can never happen again. I can't risk John finding out. It has to be a one shot deal."

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

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

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

Marisa turned around. "What?" she asked, not seeing anything. Flex strong hands came to rest on her shoulder. Instead of turning her to look at whatever it was he was seeing, they started applying pressure. "Flex?' she asked, as her legs gave way and he pushed her down to her knees. He moved a hand to her back and pushed her forwards. She caught herself with her hands. He then grabbed her hips and pulled up until she got on all fours. Before Marisa, knew what was happening, his cock was slipping back in between the folds of her pussy lips. She moaned, her pussy and his previous deposit of sperm quickly lubricating his reinvigorated cock. Flex fucked her hard, pulling her hips back into each thrust of his cock. "How ‘bout this Isa? Is this happening? You glad I'm fucking you again?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just as her mind registered what was happening and she thought that this wasn't normal or natural, her body began to respond to his thrusting cock and the thumb in her ass. She came again as he pushed his thumb inside her up to the knuckle. Flex just held his thumb inside her, pulling her hips into his thrusting cock. Marisa's strength gave out and her head fell on the blanket. Her ass staying up and presenting itself to the male taking her. There was no kissing or foreplay this time. It was simply a dominant male taking a female for his pleasure so that he could get off. Luckily, for her abused pussy, the rapid speed of his thrusting cock had him cumming quicker then the last time. He stabbed forward with his cock and once again filled her womb with a large load of semen. He shot several more jets of sperm into her womb before pulling his cock out and letting fly on her back. When he was nearly done, Flex leaned over her and stroked out a few more wads into her ass crack.

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

"What was that?" asked Flex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You sure?" he asked.

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

"I could get your back for you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

It turned out to be a fun evening. Dinner was good. Marisa slowly nursed one beer while the others quickly went through the case, empty cans forming an ever growing pyramid. Flex whipped out a deck of cards and the men began playing poker while Candace cleaned up and Marisa went inside to put down the baby. She stepped inside the trailer and lowered the straps on her dress. She breathed a sigh of relief when the material cleared her sensitive nipples. Jack latched on to one hungrily and began sucking greedily. She sighed with contentment as the pressure began to abate from her milk-laden breasts. Marisa strolled over to the window and stared out at the group playing cards. The window was high enough they couldn't see her bare breasts. Candace had joined in and the foursome was laughing and drinking happily. Her eyes rested on the big black man and stayed there. She pictured it was Flex sucking her nipple instead of her infant. Flex's cock was in her hand as she stroked it. Flex's big cock was filling her mouth with his hot seed as she leaned over it. Flex's big black cock was pushing inside, fucking her hard, making her cum, giving her the best sex of her life as she kneeled before him, his big black cock fucking her to orgasm after orgasm, his thumb pushing past her rectum as his big black cock spurted his hot fertile seed into her hungry womb.

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

"Wanna play?" asked John.

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

Flex reached into his pocket and pulled out a big fat joint. "It's HIGH time we got this party started," he said, receiving only a few chuckles at his pun. He lit the joint and passed it to Grant. Grant took a big drag and handed it to Candace. John looked at his wife for permission. He was already showing the signs of being quite drunk and certainly didn't need to get stoned on top of the beer, but Marisa nodded for him to go ahead. He happily accepted the joint from Candace and took a long drag. He swayed in his seat as he held it in, eyes closed. Her husband's lower lip was sucked inside his mouth. As his lips became wet from drinking, John would start sucking it inside his mouth without realizing it. He also had a weird habit of holding his head down when he was drunk and he was looking down as he passed the joint back to Flex.

Marisa squeezed in between Candace and her husband. She didn't want to sit beside Flex, but instead found herself sitting across from him and his eyes went right to the cleavage the tight dress displayed. Her already hard nipples popped out like to erasers under his scrutiny, she felt them start to leak. The joint passed under her nose several times. She was never one for drug use so it wasn't a great sacrifice to pass on taking a hit because she was a nursing mother. Still, it wasn't long before she started feeling really good and giggling a little as she began to get a contact high.

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

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

"Soundsh like fun," said John, drunkenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Listening to Grant and Candace having sex, her contact high, and thinking about the big black man had her horny and ready for sex. Plus, the guilt she felt over cheating on John had her wanting to make it up to her husband in some way. John's penis if anything looked smaller then normal. His earlier erection was completely gone and his penis had shriveled up, shrinking into his scrotum. Marisa reached out and fondled it, but neither John nor his penis stirred at all. Compared to Flex, John's penis looked like it belonged on a little boy and as horny as she was, there was no desire in her whatsoever for his penis. It wouldn't have satisfied her if it had been fully erect, not when there was a real man's penis just a few feet from her. Why would she want this small shriveled white thing when there was a big steel hard black shaft more then willing to fuck her again? Flex had cum three times earlier that afternoon, yet somehow she knew that he wouldn't have any trouble getting it hard for her again. Marisa stepped away from John and headed outside to his waiting black friend.

Flex had spun around on the picnic bench so that her was facing away from the table. He was leaning back into the table, elbows on it and a beer bottle in one hand. He looked over at her, but Marisa held her finger up to her lips so that he would stay silent. The lovely married redheaded mom walked over to her husband's black friend. He stared at her, wondering what she was up to, but there was a knowing grin on his face. His eyes locked with hers as she reached out and lowered the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The summer dress fell down, exposing her bare breasts, ribs, and belly, but catching on her hips. Flex leaned forwards, his massive black hands grabbing the undersides of her DD breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Marisa sucked her lower lip into her mouth to stifle a loud moan of desire. Her already hard nipples swelled up even more under his pinches, milk forming at the tips. He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, burying his head in her tits. Her pussy started leaking profusely. She could feel the wetness soaking her thighs. Flex sucked one nipple between his big lips and pulled back, stretching her tit out as her milk squirted across his tongue. Flex switched breasts and sucked more of her mother's milk into his mouth. Marisa couldn't help herself and let out a loud squeal of relief. Any reprieve in the pressure inside her milk full breasts was an immense relief to the young mom. However, her nipples were so sensitive, she couldn't take any more of his lips, tongue, and sucking. She pulled back from his grasp.

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

Marisa reached out and grabbed his hard shaft pulling the mighty black cock off his abdomen. She looked up at him as she leaned forward and licked around the tip of his swollen cock head. She started sucking the end, still looking at him. His stare was intense, both possessive and dominating. She wanted to taste his seed again. Her first taste had only wetted her appetite for more. Marisa broke eye contact as she sucked his shaft deeper, his cock head pushing past her tonsils. She stared cross-eyed down his shaft watching his pubes growing closer to her nose with each bob of her head, but then her eyes wandered up his stomach to his hard muscles and she couldn't resist touching him again. Her free hand slid up his thigh to his hard stomach and the ridges of his six pack abs. Marisa shuddered as she stared at her white arm and hand on his dark black body. Her desire to taste him again was superseded by her need to have his cock in her pussy again. Marisa released his shaft and placed her hands on her knees pushing herself up.

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

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

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

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

"Once you go black you never go back."

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

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

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

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

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

"I hears ya. My cock's done turned you into a cock crazy whore." He buried his face in her breasts and started licking and sucking her nipples. Being a professional weight lifter and model, Flex had never lacked for women to fuck. Fucking was probably his number one skill. He'd had hundreds of women at this point, but out of all of them, Marisa had the most magnificent breasts. She was in the top ten for tight wet hot pussies too. He loved her pale skin and her flame red hair too, but it was her breasts that he couldn't get enough of. The last dozen or so women he'd been with had all had smaller breasts with Lola being down right flat chested. It had been a couple years since he'd a woman with such a great pair of breasts and she had been a stripper with implants. Marisa's large pale white mounds were just too good to be true and her nipples were amazing too. They hardened easily and were ultra sensitive clearly helping her have bigger orgasms when he teased them with his cock buried in her. She wasn't his first lactating mom either, but he'd never fucked a woman who produced so much milk so quickly.

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

"Gonna cum," he grunted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I want you again," she told him.

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

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

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

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

"Better then John's?"

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

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

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

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

She sat on the bench and lit her cigarette. Grant didn't know she still smoked or at least pretended he didn't know after she promised to give them up several years ago. She now only smoked when she felt stressed out or frustrated. Grant had left her hanging again. Just when she started to get into it, he groaned and filled the condom with cum. She kept humping him, feeling an orgasm starting to grow, but Grant's penis had grown too sensitive and he'd had to pull it out. Candace was left unsatisfied once again. She wished she'd had him go down on her fist, she'd sometimes cum when he tongued her pussy, but he didn't enjoy it and even though it felt good, she found it dirty also and only returned the favor on Grant on special occasions.

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

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

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

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

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

"Lets see how much of this big black cock you can take."

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

"Here it cums, slut."

"Seed my ass, you big black stud."

Candace backed away from the cabin. She turned and hurried into her own cabin. She slipped inside and peered through the window expecting the woman would be leaving soon. She didn't how the hell Flex would have found a slut willing to let him fuck her ass so quickly after they'd all gone to bed that night. She wouldn't have put it past Flex to have called a prostitute. Lola had told her that Flex seemed to actually need to get off several times a day. Candace waited by the window, but the slut with her husband's black friend never emerged from the cabin. She gave up and returned to her bed, pulling off Grant's tee shirt. When she did, she was surprised to see her nipples were completely hard. Her thighs were damp too. She slipped into bed beside her husband, hornier and more frustrated then ever.

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

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

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

"Get on the bed, slut."

"Yes, sir."

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

Marisa obeyed. On her back, her breasts tended to fall over her sides they were so large and full. She snaked one hand down her chest between her breasts and grabbed the coiled coal black shaft. It stiffened at her touch. She slowly caressed it and stroked the thickening shaft until she was once again holding his full revived 12-13 inch steel hard cock. He surprised her again. This time by not sliding back between her legs and guiding his cock to her pussy, but by sliding forwards until he was over her crotch. She winced when he spit in his hand and started coating his cock, masturbating it as he looked down at her breasts. He released his glistening cock and reached down to heft the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together. "What are you doing?" she asked.

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

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

"Prop your head up with a pillow."

Marisa grabbed a pillow and moved it underneath her head. Now the tip of his cock could actually slide past her lips and into her mouth. She sucked the tip while he shoved his giant cock between her breasts. Marisa looked up at him. His huge torso with every muscle perfectly defined. The giant black cock sticking out between his legs now nested between her pale white breasts. How could she have ever found this man unattractive? His skin was dark black and he had negroid features and too many muscles, but he was the sexiest manliest looking male she'd ever seen. Marisa moaned and writhed beneath him. She quickly had a small, but satisfying orgasm as she looked up him. But it wasn't just from staring at him, her breasts were tingling sending spasms of pleasure through her body, pleasure that was quickly turning to lust as she wished he'd put his big beautiful cock back in her horny white pussy.

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

Marisa writhed with lust trying to wriggle free of the black man's substantial weight. He held her down firmly. She stared in awe at his cock. Milk was shooting about an inch from the tips of her nipples to fall on his shaft. The opaque white fluid nearly covered his cock from the crowned black head to the base of his shaft. The plump curved head of his cock head was retreating into the cave of her breasts, then shooting forwards, directly into her open mouth where she tried to run her tongue all over it before it disappeared again. The head was dribbling precum, mixing with her milk each time it disappeared into her breasts. His cock was almost hypnotic and she couldn't take her eyes off it. The head even appeared to be growing, hardening, pumping up, and swelling. His long urethra opened.

Marisa shut her eyes just as his hot seed sprayed out over her face. The head entered her mouth, filling it with cum, then exited, more sperm shooting across her nose to her forehead. She swallowed, quickly opening her mouth so the head could enter her again and fill her mouth with another load of his seed. He released her breasts and sat up a little. His semen splattered on her pale breasts before he guided the tip of his cock back into her mouth. She gulped contently, while he stroked his shaft, draining it of every last drop of cum.

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

"What do ya mean?"

"This is the best my breasts have felt in nine months. They normally feel like they're about to pop from the pressure." Marisa wiped the sperm off her eye lids until she could open them. She slid off the bed and walked to the bathroom, using a towel to clean her face off. Her pale skin showed red marks easily and her breasts had red hand prints across him, not to mention her lower belly to her thighs were red from where he had sat on her. She spun around. Her hips and ass had marks too from where he had fucked her ass. She spread her cheeks and could see a rivulet of white semen still flowing from her ass hole to drip onto the floor of his bathroom. It's his mess, I'll let him clean it up, she thought. "Quite a day, huh?" she asked, feeling foolish when she left his bathroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I got him," she reassured her husband. Marisa picked up Jack which instantly helped calm him. She took him over to the chair, grabbing some wet wipes from her bag and cleaning the area around her nipples of any old milk or remains of Flex's semen which felt like it was covering her entire upper torso, not to mention soaking her thighs, and leaking out of her ass. When she felt it was clean, she let Jack nurse. Her milk-laden breasts did their job, satisfying the hungry baby and soon putting him back to sleep. She replaced him in the crib and stepped into the small shower in their trailer. She spent the next twenty minutes trying to remove every trace of her lovemaking with her husband's black friend from her body.

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

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

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

"No argument from me," she replied.

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

Jack was playful and active that morning so Marisa didn‘t get as much rest as she would have liked, but then no new mother ever did. Marisa carried the baby over to the bed and sat him down beside John while she went to take another shower. She examined her nude body in the bathroom. The red marks were gone, but she still had some flaky semen on her thighs and in the crack of her ass. She'd thought she'd gotten it all in her early morning shower, but then this was probably leftovers that had leaked out of her all night. She showered and cleaned herself, brushed her hair and teeth. She was a natural beauty and didn't need makeup. Marisa pulled the small bikini back on. It took her twenty minutes to dress in her bikini and she wished again that she'd thought to get a new one before this trip. She had to stretch and adjust every inch of fabric to cover her areola and pubes. It was so skimpy that if they were on a more public beach, she might have been arrested. She slipped her feet into flip-flops and took Jack from her husband while John took a shower to wake up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I got some sandwiches," said Grant. "Lets do lunch."

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

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

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

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

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

"Getting antsy," said Grant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa glanced down at his crotch and sure enough that monster black cock of his was barely contained by his swim trunks. She wanted to reach down into his trunks, pull his cock out and then fall to her knees so that she could suck him before guiding that big cock right where it belonged, stuffing her white pussy. She broke her gaze away instead staring at the baby in her arms. The power the black man had over her was frightening. She needed her son to ground her back into her mundane reality. "Anyway, I can't. We can't do this anymore Shane. It's been amazing and you're the best lover I ever had, but I can't risk my marriage or you cumming in me again."

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

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

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

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

"Feed him out here."

"Out here in the open?"

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

"What if John or the others comes back?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whose cock do you love more?"

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

"Whose cock?" he asked again.

"Your cock, Shane."

"Who owns your white pussy?"

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

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

Marisa didn't respond. She just turned her head up to the black man towering over her and he bent down, his broad flat lips pressing against her soft pink ones. His tongue pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth letting it inside, her own tongue pushing back. Her nipples pressed into his hard abdominals as he kissed her. His hands left her hips and slid up her waist. She could feel her panties fall to her feet. He'd untied them while they kissed. The hands slid up to cover and squeeze her large chest, pinching and teasing her nipples. She felt them squirt milk into his hands, one hungry baby was never enough to drain them. He stepped back a little, but kept kissing her while one hand left her breast and traveled down her flat stomach to her bushy red pubes. The tip of his finger pressed against her opening, feeling her heat and her wetness. Marisa gasped as his finger pushed into her. He moved it in and out slowly and before she knew it, she had cum all over his big digit, her juices soaking his hand.

That was all it took. Marisa melted into his arms. Her own hands reaching into his shorts to feel and caress his growing cock. She pulled it free and pushed his shorts down. Marisa broke their kiss first, falling to her knees and taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Flex gasped as she started sucking him with abandon, her lust for his cock growing, turning into desperation for his seed. He gently ran his hands through her red hair while she sucked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He let her suck his cock for several minutes before pushing her back and pulling her to her feet.

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

Marisa guided it over to the entrance to her pussy and gasped as the head pushed her pussy lips inward until she opened enough to take him inside her. He worked his cock around. Loosening her up before pushing it deeper. Marisa had yet to let go, she felt his shaft sliding back and forth through her hand. She felt it's heat. She felt it throb with every beat of his pulse along the big blue vein that crisscrossed it. She felt it's wetness as her pussy continued soaking it. Each time he pushed forwards, her pussy opened more and inch after inch of his cock slid through her hand to enter her pussy until her fist was trapped between her pussy and his crotch. She released it and he buried his cock home. "Aaahhh!" she moaned contentedly. "So full. So big. Fuck me Flex. Fuck me with that big black cock," she muttered.

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

"Faster! Harder! Fuck me harder."

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

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

"Want me to stop?" he asked.

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

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

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

As she neared the three trailers, she heard noises coming from John and Marisa's. It sounded like constant grunting and moaning noises. Confused, she placed her things on the picnic table and snuck over to the door to listen. It sounded every bit like a couple having sex. Was Marisa taking a nap and dreaming? She remembered the wounds of the woman getting her ass reamed by Flex last night. The voice sounded the same. Candace shook her head in denial. There was no way, her married friend was sleeping with the black man. She glanced over at Flex's trailer. His motorcycle was still there. Candace had to know what was going on . Her hand was shaking as it reached for the door to Marisa's trailer.

"GIVE ME YOUR SEED!"

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

Candace crept closer into the room. Flex suddenly sat up off the woman and Candace confirmed what she already knew. Her friend Marisa was a cheating adulterous slut. What came next both horrified and haunted Candace. Flex yanked his cock out of Marisa's pussy. It was at it's biggest and hardest when it came. His cock had to have been every bit of thirteen inches long. She's heard it was big, but nothing her mind had pictured could compare to seeing it before her eyes. It was still pumping sperm. Strands of the white fluid were shooting across Marisa's belly and tits. He then leaned up over her and jerked off his huge cock, more jets of his semen shooting right on Marisa's anniversary present. The loving image of the husband and wife holding the baby was drowned in the black man's sperm until it disappeared. "AAAHHH!" gasped Candace still coming down from what must have been a large orgasm.

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

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

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

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

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

"Why are you nervous about tonight?"

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

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

"Thank you."

"I can see your nipples through that top."

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

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

The rest of Marisa's outfit consisted of tight white shorts. Her feet were adorned with sandals with short heels. She'd painted her nails green. Not only was her tank top tight, but it was short too. The top was low and showed off her amble cleavage, while the bottom stopped halfway down her ribs, showing off her bare belly. It wasn't tight and flat like Candace's, but it still looked good on display even with some extra baby weight. John had always had a weird belly fetish. He loved her navel, liked kissing and tonguing it when they were intimate. He'd always wanted her to show it off more, but Marisa had always preferred hiding her body under bulkier clothing. "You look nice too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was just something I ate."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You heard that?"

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

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

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

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

Candace's eyes widened. "Hours?"

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

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

"Please Candy, lets just keep this our secret."

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

"Please not this."

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Candace bounced Jack on her lap. She looked over at her husband. He was drunk and swaying. Her eyes moved over to Flex. He had a cocky grin on his face and just stared at Grant, trying to intimidate him. Flex had this air of superiority about him. No matter how good his poker hand was, he looked like he was going to win it. He was shirtless. The hot Florida air had a sheen of sweat covering his dark rippling muscles. His skin glistened in the light from the streetlamp between their three trailers. Candace pictured herself rubbing lotion all over his chest on the beach. Her hands had slid over every inch, every hard indentation of his hard bodybuilder's chest. She'd never found Flex attractive, but she did admire his physique and his dedication to perfection. Her nipples hardened. The image of her friend laying on her bed getting the fucking of her life returned to her mind. His cock, his giant cock, black and hard, shooting hot white sperm all over Marisa's breasts even after he had flooded Marisa's pussy with his seed, even after he had flooded Candace's pussy with his seed. Candace reached down and grabbed Flex's still spurting cock, guiding it back between her legs. She wanted more.

"You feeling ok, honey?" asked Grant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Alright," said Marisa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Candace ran her hands over her breasts and pinched her own pointy nipples, squeezing her small breasts. They were small mounds. She wore a B-cup, but could easily go without a bra. Candace had nearly zero percent body fat. Her ass was firm and round, nice, but it wasn't plump and nothing on her jiggled. Not like Marisa. Candace had the perfect bikini models' body and she made a good living at it, but her friend was built like a porn star and Marisa certainly looked like a porn star lying squealing and moaning like a whore as a giant black man's penis pounded her pussy. Candace's hands slid down her flat belly to her pubes and then between her legs. She felt her engorged clit and rubbed it. Maybe if she got a head start, the minute man might actually make her cum tonight? She instantly felt guilty after thinking that.

Candace pictured her loving husband hovering over her, pushing his hard prick into her needy pussy. She loved her husband, loved how he felt inside her. All she ever wanted from Grant was for him to last just a little longer. Grant pulled his penis out. "Is this what you want?" he asked. His hard penis grew and turned dark. Grant had a giant black penis sticking out from his crotch. Soon the black penis was pushing inside her. Candace fingered her pussy and diddled her clit faster as Grant's muscles grew and he turned darker slowly morphing into Flex. She was fucking the black man. He reached down and squeezed her heavy milk laden tits. "Is this what you want Candace?" asked Flex. She was still Candace, but now she had Marisa's body. Her big tits were flopping hard as Flex fucked her. Flex buried his cock and came. Grant had worn a condom since they dated and Candace almost came at the thought of the black man ejaculating inside her pussy like he had in Marisa's. Flex pulled his cock out and sprayed his hot seed all over her breasts. Candace aimed her spraying cock at Marisa's tits and then moved it up to her face. Her red headed friend swallowed the sperm that fell in her mouth. Candace pulled back, bending her hard black cock down towards her friend's pussy again and pushed it back inside. Marisa's pussy was such a tight fit. So snug, so hot and wet around her big black cock. Candace started fucking Marisa as hard as she could, bending down to suck one of Marisa's nipples between her dark lips, milk filling her mouth. "AAAGGHH!" moaned Candace as she came picturing herself fucking Marisa. She wanted to giggle with delight as she pulled her fingers from her wet pussy. It was the best orgasm she had in years. Satisfied, tired, and still a little intoxicated, she started falling asleep even as the door to her cabin opened.

Candace was a little out of it as she slowly woke back up. Her legs were being held open. Even as she was waking up fully, a long flat tongue licked hard up her pussy from almost her anus up to her clit. "OH MY!" she squealed in delight even as she hoped Grant wouldn't notice how wet her vagina already was from her recent orgasm. Grant pushed hard on her thighs, pushing her legs up and lifting her ass off the bed. His tongue was moving rapidly now, licking her like crazy. His tongue was reaching her anus and instead of backing off, the tip licked around the rim and pushed into her a little before it slid back up to dip into her pussy. Instead of repulsing her, it felt good, real good. Grant had never gone down on her with such gusto before. He was attacking her pussy like a man that actually enjoyed going down on a woman. She was going to cum again and that would make this the best sex of her life. She'd never cum twice in one night before. "Oh god! Lick me Grant. That's it baby. Eat me. Harder baby. YES! Right there. That's it. That's it. CCUUMMMMIINNGG!!"

Candace was in heaven as her husband adjusted his heavy massive body on the bed. His rock hard cock knocked on her blonde pubes, trying to find it's way into her pussy. Grant was overeager tonight. He adjusted his body backwards and the hard giant head of his penis was pushing against her soaked pussy. The pressure grew as the huge head pressed hard against her labia, pushing her lips inwards. Her pussy started opening for it. She had never had this much trouble taking Grant before? Finally, she opened wide enough that the big golf ball sized head entered her. God, he felt huge! She was still fantasizing that she was fucking Flex. No doubt his wrist thick shaft would be pushing into her next and she was right. He was working his big cock in and out of her as fast as he could, lubricating every bit of it as he tried to push it deeper and deeper. He wanted it as deep as it could go before she came to her senses. Candace for her part was helping him. Her mind was still telling her this was a fantasy while her body was pulling his cock in deeper. Her vagina was producing so much lubrication she felt like she was peeing constantly while her vaginal muscles were pulling inwards. Her ass was bouncing upwards of it's on accord, raising into him each time he thrust forwards. "There it is," said Flex's deep voice as the tip of his cock knocked on her cervix.

"Oh my god, it's so big," she moaned. Not only had the big cock pushed deeper then Grant had ever been, but it was also stretching her wider then Grant's could. Plus, Grant would have ejaculated a long time ago. Large hands came down to engulf her entire breasts. He squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Candace moaned, squirming around the large cock impaling her. He was still applying pressure to push it deeper. It hurt a little pressing hard against her cervix, then a little more as her cervix opened for him, and then it was through the barrier and his cock slid the rest of the way into her pussy. If that hurt, she didn't care for she was too busy cumming all over his huge cock. Candace arched her back up and reached out for the chest. She ran her hands over the hard muscles, feeling it ridge and outline. The same chest, she had rubbed lotion on two days earlier. "Thank you," she gasped.

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

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

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"What's wrong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa leaned down to kiss her husband before dismounting and going to the bathroom to clean off. She returned with a tissue for him to clean up. She watched him wipe up the semen from his belly and she couldn't help wondering how such a small amount had managed to make her pregnant with Jack. Speaking of Jack, she went to check on the baby as John turned the light out and went to sleep. She heard him snoring quickly there after. Ejaculating tended to put John to sleep faster then any sleeping pill and tonight was no exception. Jack was sleeping peacefully. She peaked out the window towards Flex's cabin. His lights were out. Marisa was horny as hell and desperately wanted to orgasm, but she fought the urge to sneak over there for a quicky. She'd just made love to her husband and it was her anniversary for Christ's sake. She resolved to stay away from the black man that night. She and Flex would be fucking for hours tomorrow if she had her way. She intended to enjoy his cock so much, she'd get it out of her system for good and her life as a married mother would return to normal just as soon as she got home. She was going to suck his cock dry and even ask him to take her in the ass again. After that, she wanted it in her pussy as often as possible. She'd risk feeling his cock squirting inside her one last day.

Thinking about tomorrow had her hornier then ever. She still resolved to stay away tonight, but she didn get an urge to step outside for some fresh air. She grabbed John's white tee shirt that she used as a nighty. Her breasts stretched out the top and the hem stopped at mid thigh. Wearing only that, she stepped outside for a moment.

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

"What kind of cock?"

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

"What kind of cock?"

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

"Turn the light on, slut."

Marisa heard Candace gasp. No doubt the prissy blonde had never been called a slut before. The snooping woman was so close to the window, she could hear Candace fumbling with the light switch on the lamp beside the bed. The room was suddenly illuminated and Marisa blinked, moving her eyes up to the blinds. "This is so hot," moaned Candace, looking in awe at the black man. Marisa had a full on side view. Flex was kneeling on the bed, cupping Candace's long thin legs. "No! No! Don't pull it out."

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

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

Despite her jealousy. It was beautiful watching them fuck. Flex had opened a flood gate. Candace wouldn't shut up about his black cock. "Big black cock. Black cock so good. I love your black cock. I'm cumming all over your black cock." Flex seemed to like it and fucked her hard giving Candace the pummeling of her life. Marisa decided her friend had cum at least three times since the light came on. Her jealousy faded a little. She almost felt happy for Candace to be experiencing sex with Flex for the first time. Marisa's only fear was that Flex might prefer the skinny blonde to herself. "Black cock better then white cock."

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

"A big black cock," moaned Candace.

"And what does your husband have?"

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

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

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

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

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

Flex ate this shit up and Marisa once again feared that he might prefer Candace over her. The black man pulled back. No doubt, he planned on marking his conquest. He liked cumming on his women. His cock, hard and rampant sprang up, shooting a load of semen from her breasts to her belly. He sat up a little, jerking his cock. More semen shot forth, falling across her face and shooting all over her tits. Her milked a final large rope of milky white sperm out onto Candace's cross just as her had covered Marisa's anniversary pendant in cum. He seemed to enjoy drowning out everything his women stood for with his white semen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Call me a nigger."

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

"Call me a nigger, slut. NOW!"

"You're a nigger."

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

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

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

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

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

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

So this was what Flex meant when he'd told Marisa, that he'd take care of it. His plan was to turn Candace into as big a slut for his cock as Marisa had become. Marisa sat outside and watched them fuck for a good forty minutes longer. The sight was hypnotic and despite her jealousy, she couldn't look away. Flex's cock seemed to have set off some trigger deep in Candace's psyche. The religious model rarely cursed in public or behaved in anyway untoward, her makeup was perfect and she was always impeccably dressed, but now that her makeup was smeared and she was covered in Flex's sperm and now that she was willingly cheating on Grant, she was babbling like a low class whore. She rode Flex's shaft hard, babbling about only giving her white pussy to niggers from then on. Black cock this, nigger cock that, yadda yadda. Flex ate it up and seemed to really get off on it. He bucked his hips up into her descending pussy. At times, Candace seemed to cum so hard, she went comatose and Flex held her sides as she went all limp, but he didn't stop fucking her. Eventually, he rolled over on his side and had her get on all fours. He quickly inserted his cock back in her pussy and took over where he left off. Candace had quit with her dirty sex talk by this point and just kept squealing every time he buried his cock in her womb and by now his thumb was pressing hard against her ass. The pretty blonde recovered enough to moan, "Give me your seed, nigger," as Flex slammed his crotch hard into hers and pushed her head down hard on the pillow. He didn't move his cock at all, letting every little bit of his cum flood her womb. He grunted as his balls emptied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, sitting back and opening his legs wider as he enjoyed his blow job. "You know how to treat nigger cock, Isa," he said as she swallowed his entire shaft down her throat. He sat up and leaned forward. His hand grabbed the back of her tee shirt and pulled it up. She felt the cool night air on her bare ass and then on her back. He bunched the shirt up just under her shoulders and reached under her to squeeze her dangling breasts. "I'm in love too," he said. "I love these big ol lily white titties of yours." He squeezed her breasts up to the nipples and then pinched her hard protuberances. Milk squirted down onto the sand.

Marisa moaned around a mouth stuffed full of cock. Ever since getting pregnant, her breasts were extra sensitive and seemed to have a direct line to her pussy. Milk wasn't the only thing dripping to the sand. Her arousal was leaking from her pussy and dripping down her clit. She wanted him in her again, but she wanted to taste his sperm too. She could taste his semen now, but it was old from his time with Candace, not the same as when his cock was pumping her mouth full of his hot seed. She could taste something else too and it could only have been Candace's pussy juices and cum. It didn't taste bad and she wouldn't have cared anyway. She wanted his cock in her mouth and it wouldn't have mattered how bad it tasted. If he hadn't showered in a week, she'd still be down on all fours cleaning off his funky tasting cock for him. She wasn't lying when she said, she loved it. She wasn't lying when she said he was a jerk either. She was lying when she said she didn't love him. She told him that yesterday in the throws of an orgasm. Her feelings were growing for Flex every time they got together. She didn't know if she'd ever love him as much as she loved John and Jack, but she did love him.

"Here it cums, baby," he grunted.

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

"Awesome, baby," growled Flex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Flex growled and pushed forwards. It still took a bit for her pussy to give in to the pressure and open for the large purplish cock head, but it did and his cock slipped inside. He hunched over her then kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed. Flex fell on top of her, his powerful body embracing hers. He worked the end of his cock around in her pussy, pushing it deeper and deeper as he bent over her to kiss her. His fingers pinched her nipple as he slowly began fucking her. Marisa had her first orgasm of the day when his cock bottomed out in her pussy. "I love your cock so much," she moaned, kissing his neck.

"I know," he replied.

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

"Yet you kept right on fucking me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do it! Seed me now!" Marisa grabbed his back so hard, she pulled herself off the bed just as Flex buried his cock in her to the root and the first strong load of his ejaculate started filling her womb. "AH AH AARRGGHH!!" she screamed as she came. This time was different as Flex didn't yank his cock out to shoot a few wads across her belly or chest like he seemed to enjoy. This time, he just held his cock still to make sure she got every last drop of his seed planted in her womb. His cock wasn't moving in and out of her, but she could still feel it bucking inside her, each leap sending more of his seed deep into her fertile womb. Each jerk of his cock seemed to prolong her own orgasm. Marisa grew weak and couldn't cling to him any longer. She dropped off his chest and fell to the bed. He lowered himself on top of her so that his cock didn't move much out of her pussy. When he was finally done ejaculating, her womb felt bloated it was so full of semen. Still Flex didn't remove his cock. He held it buried in her, plugging her full of his sperm. He was playing their little game of pretend impregnation to the maximum. When finally He started withdrawing his cock, her womb contracted as it pushed some of the sperm out. Marisa sighed in relief. Her head turned looking around Flex. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

Candace licked Flex's sperm from Marisa's pussy as rapidly as she could and the river of semen was turning from a flicker to a flood. Marisa's pussy had kept it hot and it tasted good and fresh. She worked her fingers into Marisa's pussy while sucking the red head's rather large bloated clitoris between her lips. Marisa, to Candace's intense satisfaction, had a large orgasm, her contractions forcing more sperm from her pussy. Isa even had one hand in Candace's blonde hair pulling her face deeper into her needy pussy. Neither Flex nor Marisa knew it, but this wasn't Candace's first time between a woman's legs. Candace had an encounter with her college roommate. Candace had woken from a deep sleep to find her roommate between her legs one night. It was too late for Candace to stop her and her roommate quickly brought her to orgasm. She then taught Candace how to please a woman and Candace had enjoyed giving as well as receiving so much, she feared she might be a lesbian. Both her parents and her religion taught that homosexuality was a sin, so Candace told her roommate that it was only a one time thing. They did it twice more. The next time Candace got so drunk at a party, her roommate had no trouble getting her into bed a second time. Their last encounter, Candace had been drunk again and horny. That time, she initiated the sex, kissing her startled roommate smack on the lips in the middle of a room full of delighted frat boys. The two women ran from the party and soon found themselves in the sixty-nine position on Candace's bed. There were no more encounters, but Candace often dreamed about her ex-roommate and sometimes other women including other models she worked with and often Marisa. In her dreams, she was often the man shoving his spear into the woman. Sometime when making love to Grant, she even fantasized that she was her husband. Now, years later, Candace found herself between Marisa's legs, looking up her sexy white undulating belly to her magnificent milk-laden breasts and her beautiful face moaning in ecstasy and Candace realized she was fully bisexual.

Flex was pleasantly surprised to see Candace give in to going down on her friend so quickly. Women usually did what he said in the long run, but not only had Candace gone down without argument, but she appeared to be good at it. Marisa had looked on in horror at first, but now her entire body was writhing sinuously under Candace's skillful ministrations. "Now that's what I'm talking about," said Flex, pulling Candace's bikini bottoms down her ass and legs to the floor. He stepped behind her and lined his black cock up with Candace's pussy. It was soaking wet and looked ready for him as he pushed his cock into her. Candace grunted, her face pushing hard into Marisa's pussy. He reached up and untied the string around her neck. Candace's bikini top fell to the floor leaving her as naked as Marisa. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her pussy from behind. He looked at his friend's two wives. This wasn't his first threesome, nor even his second or third, but he couldn't recall ever having two hotter women before. This was going to be a good day.

Marisa came hard in Candace's face. "No more," she whispered. Her genitals had turned so sensitive they couldn't take much more. Now, with Flex behind Candace fucking her steadily, Candace's tongue was pushing deep inside Marisa's pussy with each pounding of Flex's cock. "No more," she said, louder. Candace heard her this time. She raised her head out of Marisa's pussy. Marisa saw that the pretty blonde's mouth and chin were soaked. She looked up at Flex. He winked at her. She looked back down at Candace. Grant's wife appeared drunk with pleasure. Her eyes were lidded and she had a dull smile on her face. Candace bent her head down and kissed the red patch of pubic hair between Marisa's legs. Flex's thrusts were pushing the blonde forwards. Candace licked and kissed under Marisa's belly button and then kissed her navel itself, putting her lips right on the green emerald. Her mouth and tongue moved up Marisa's rib cage to her swollen breasts and erect nipples. Marisa moaned as Candace took a hard nipple into her mouth. The red head felt milk spray from her breasts into Candace's mouth. This only encouraged Candace to suck harder. Marisa groaned and placed her hand in Candace's hair, holding her to her breast, though her head was thrust forward with each stab of Flex's cock. Marisa had never fantasized about a woman or even dreamed she'd ever be doing something like this, but pleasure was pleasure and Candace knew what she was doing. Their soft bodies felt good smashed together. It wasn't long before Flex had pushed Candace fully on top of Marisa. Their heights were close to each other. Flex's heavy testicles began slapping against Marisa's pussy as he fucked Candace. The blonde brought her lips down to Marisa's. Marisa fought it at first, keeping her lips tightly closed, but she gave in, opening her mouth and letting Candace's tongue inside to duel with her own tongue. Just as Candace was cumming, Marisa had a small orgasm as Flex's balls kept smacking her sensitive labia and clitoris. He'd just managed to get two women off at the same time.

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

Candace had been softly moaning as she passionately kissed Marisa. Her moans grew. Marisa opened her eyes to see that Candace's eyes were wide open. Candace sucked Marisa's lower lip into her mouth and softly screamed in delight. Marisa felt hot fluid dripping onto her crotch from Candace's pussy. Candace suddenly arched her back, releasing Marisa's lips and cried, "Give me your nigger cum...ming! AAAHHH!" She buried in head in the pillow next to Marisa's head. Marisa watched Flex over Candace's shoulder. The black man's cock appeared, rampant and swollen in all it's glory rising up above Candace‘s ass. She watched the eye open and a long string of his white sperm shot forth from the head. Marisa closed her eyes just as the end of the strand fell down on her forehead and across her face. Another strand fell on her lips and Flex's grunts assured her that even more of his semen was covering Candace's back. Marisa's tongue came out to lick the sperm around her mouth. She raised her hand to wipe some semen off her eyelids before she could open them again. Flex pushed the two women apart and then laid down between them. They both leaned into him, their naked bodies pressed into his, their hands feeling his huge chest as they came down from their orgasmic high.

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

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

"You too, Isa," he said.

"Yes, Flex," she replied.

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

For the next twenty minutes, the two married women shared the thirteen inch black cock between them. Marisa was slightly miffed that Candace had joined them, she had wanted Flex all to herself for most of the day and she hadn't wanted to share sucking on his cock with anyone, but she had to admit, Candace was very generous with it. The blonde would suck on it, taking his shaft deep down her throat and then pull it free of her mouth, aiming the huge cock over to Marisa who then mirrored what Candace had been doing. During one of Marisa's turns, she had managed to swallow the whole shaft to the root, when she felt one of Candace's fingers teasing her pussy. Candace proceeded to finger her for a good five minutes while Marisa bobbed her head over Flex's shaft. She began to choke and needed a break so Marisa quit sucking and pointed the enormous cock over towards Candace. Marisa then decided to return the favor and moved her fingers over to Candace's pussy. She'd never done anything like this before, but then this weekend had been full of first time experiences. The heat and wetness of Candace's pussy surprised the red headed woman. Candace seemed thrilled to have Marisa fingering her and humped Marisa's fingers like wild until she actually had a small orgasm that was still strong enough to make her gag on Flex's cock.

"Gonna cum, girls," groaned Flex.

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

Flex's cock erupted.

Candace waited until Marisa's cheeks bulged out before she yanked his cock over to her own mouth. It erupted between the two women before the head found it's way into Candace mouth and continued ejaculating across her tongue. She swallowed two loads before Marisa had managed to wrap her hands around the shaft and pulled it free. His cock cleared Candace's mouth and blew a load in her face before Marisa had gotten her lips around the head. Candace pulled it back, but Marisa fought her this time. They ended up cheek to cheek while Flex's cock shot it's last three wads into both their faces. Finally, Candace relaxed and Marisa leaned forward to lick the remaining cum off his cock head. Candace was generous again, jerking his shaft so that a few more squirts of his seed filled Marisa's mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I sure do," said Flex, approvingly.

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

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

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

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

"But?" Marisa looked at him. His expression was serious. She opened the door and peered out. Their trailers were arranged in little cul-de-sacs and no one would see her. "Alright," she said, flicking the switch on the baby monitor so that they could have a two way conversation if need be. She slipped out the door, feeling the hot sun strike her bare skin. Her fair white skin hadn't tanned despite wearing little but the small bikini all weekend, but then she was diligent with her sunscreen. The sun had brought out some freckles though. They were appearing on her cheeks and the tops of her breasts. She walked nude from Flex's cabin, past the grill, the picnic table and up to her trailer.

Jack reached for her breasts the moment she picked him up. He needed changing too, but for now he was just hungry. She flickered a nipple across his lips until he latched on and started sucking. "WHOA!" The sound came from the monitor and Marisa glanced at it. "Wrong hole," came Candace's voice. "Shut up," said Flex. "It's too big for that," complained Candace. "Isa took me, you can too." "Jesus, just go easy ok?" "Aargh!! OHGOD! It hurts!" "You ain't a true slut until you've had a nigger cock in every hole, Candy."

Marisa listened intently as Flex broke Candace's ass in. She was jealous again as she'd wanted to experience anal sex one more time. She did take some pride in the fact that Candace was having a harder time taking the thick shaft, but then her ass was a lot bonier then Marisa's. It took awhile, but the sobs and groans were turning to moans. "fuck." Marisa had to crane her neck to hear as Candace's words were so soft. "fuck. Fuck. Do it. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS! Shove that big nigger cock deep. I fucking love it. Fuck my white ass with that big black cock."

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

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

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

Marisa stared at the couple. Candace's ass cheeks were now bright red. The black man had nearly eight inches of cock buried into her ass. Flex had his eyes closed and was gritting his teeth, clearly cumming. As was his habit, he pulled back and yanked his cock out. The rampant shaft sprang up and launched a long string of semen from the back of Candace's blonde hair down to the small of her back and onto her ass cheeks. He jerked a few more strands out and then collapsed on the bed. Candace fell on her arms, ass sticking up in the air. Marisa noticed she had one hand between her legs and was slowly diddling her clit as Flex's sperm started welling up in her ass to trickle down to her pussy and fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marisa came to her senses. She was laying on his hard chest, his plump cock still in her, but it had gone soft. Candace had sidled up next to Flex and was cradled in his arm. Marisa sat up a little, arching her back and Flex's lips quickly found her right nipple. He started licking and sucking her erect nipple, her milk squirting in his mouth. She was surprised when Candace joined him. The blonde also wrapped her lips around Marisa's left nipple and started sucking. She moaned and started shaking. Flex's cock still stuffed her pussy though it had gone soft. She couldn't help herself. The pleasure from having her pussy stuffed full of cock, from the pleasure radiating out from her sensitive nipples, and the sheer relief she was feeling in her breasts and the pressure from all her milk abated had her cumming one last time. Flex and Candace sensed she was done and they both released her nipples, their heads falling back on the pillows. Marisa wriggled herself free. His cock plopped out, followed by a flood of his semen. She rolled off him and snuggled up in his other arm. She and Candace ran their hands lovingly all over his hard chest.

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

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

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

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

"When can we fuck again?" asked Candace.

"Me too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're not suggesting?" Candace asked.

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

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

"Is he a big guy?"

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

"You should fuck him," said Flex.

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

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

"What is he?" asked Flex.

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

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

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

"Fuck him anyway," said Flex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe," giggled Candace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lets go check out the beach," said one of the girls.

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

"I'll get the linens changed while you're gone," said the landlord. He took the keys from John and Grant, handing one set to the mom and another to the twins. The three women ran to the trailers.

Flex fingered his keys and watched the women go. He glanced at the newcomers' car. It was a rental, probably from Miami International. They had some brochures on the dash, coral castle, theater of the sea on Islamorada, and the Miami Metro zoo. "No husband?" he asked.

The hippie paused as he gathered some fresh bed sheets from the back of his car. "She said something about her husband being stationed oversees."

The twins reemerged quickly and Flex's eyes zoomed in on them. They looked eighteen, both with long blonde hair and blue eyes. They didn't appear to be identical, but were close enough that strangers wouldn't be able to tell them apart. The girls were wearing modest bikinis that they both filled out impressively. Their tits were as big as Marisa's and bounced when the two girls locked arms and jumped up and down excitedly. They were the kind of pale white he loved. Both girls as pale as Marisa, but it was a winter pale and they would probably have nice tans by the end of their week. His mind raced. High school seniors. Stunning. Popular. Probably cheerleaders. Probably dating the two most popular boys in school, football players. Only fucked their boyfriends or maybe one other guy before them. They plan on being together with their boyfriends forever, but the girls will dump them when they move on to college and encounter other boys. Number of niggas in their high school? Slim to none. They needed some integration immediately and then come college, they'd seek out some black cock to satisfy them.

Mom came out of her trailer and Flex's cock extended an inch. She was more demure then her daughters, not willing to walk around in just a bikini, she had an open men's button down shirt over her bikini. The mom was probably forty, but looked younger. Her blonde hair had some faded patches, gray that blended in with her natural color. She threw her head back up to the sun, her shirt fell open. Her bosom was huge, larger then Marisa's, EE's he guessed. Her bikini top was actually quite modest, but she had so much tit flesh, it looked small. The outlines of large areola were visible through the bikini top. Those udders probably would have sagged down, but for the tight bikini top. He forced himself to lower his gaze from her swollen white tits and took in her torso. The woman was very fit. With her back arched, he could make out her abdominals and some musculature. Her belly was as flat as her daughters and there wasn't even a slight bulge under her navel. She put her arms up in her hair, enjoying the warm sun. There wasn't even any loose skin hanging off her arms. Her legs were long, fit, and well toned. Other then her breasts, the only extra fat on her was in the plump ass, he'd seen as she walked to her cabin. Perfect for grabbing on to when he pulled her back into his thrusting cock.

His mind analyzed her just as it had her daughters. When it came to sizing up women, his brain worked like a regular Sherlock Holmes. Married young, probably high school boyfriend. He took her virginity and was the only man she's ever been with. She's lonely, frustrated. She peaked sexually and hubby hasn't been around to take care of her needs. Takes out her sexual frustrations with exercise. Probably has a vibrator in her nightstand drawer and uses it once or twice a week, crying and thinking about her husband as she fucks herself with it. There was a store in Miami called the BBC LOVERS BOUTIQUE. He'd buy her a foot long black dildo to replace the little one in her drawer. It wouldn't satisfy her any longer once Flex got his cock in her and he would get his cock in her.

"I have a shoot in Miami in five days," said Flex, watching the three newcomers head down the path to the beach. "I was gonna get a room in Miami and hang out in the city, but now..." He turned to the hippie. "Is my cabin available if I extend my stay a week?"

"Sure is," said the hippie.

"Lets do it then," said Flex with a grin still watching the three blondes walk down the beach trail.

"Which one, mother or one of the daughters?" asked John.

"Yes," replied Flex.

"Lets get going," said Grant. "Good luck Flex. Not going to get far with that lot. Mom's married and the girls are too young."

Candace snorted beside her husband. He glanced at her, but she just pretended her nose was itching. She glanced at Marisa and the two shared a knowing grin. Neither woman doubted that he would have banged all three by the end of the week. The twins would probably be his next threesome.

They all said their goodbyes. John and Grant shook each others and Flex's hand. Candace hugged Flex as did Marisa. Marisa had come a long way from the woman who hadn't wanted to even touch his black skin a few days ago. Now she didn't want to let go. Now she wanted him to lift her in his arms and lower her over his stiff cock. "Here, use this," she whispered handing him the Iron Man magazine with Flex on the cover, showing the huge bulge in his crotch. "Leave it on the picnic table for them to find. Put ideas in their heads." She winked up at him.

"Marisa, you are a delight," he told her, kissing her on the forehead and then quickly on the lips as the others got into their cars.

Marisa climbed in next to John and they drove off. "Promise me you'll wear that for some of the guys back home," said John, looking over at her. His friends knew she had big tits, but they also falsely believed she was dumpy.

Marisa laughed. She was keeping her promise to him to show off some more of her body. She wore short shorts to show off her legs and a belly baring halter top. Sunlight through the car window made her emerald piercing glisten. "I promise," she replied, picturing his friends ogling her, but then her thoughts turned to a certain black lawyer she worked with. "I might even do better then that."

"Holy shit," said John as his wife yanked the halter off over her head. She then opened the clasp on her bra and removed it. His buxom wife was now riding topless down the oversees highway.

Marisa looked at her swollen nipples before pulling the halter top on back over her tits. "Stupid bra keeps rubbing my nipples. I hope Jack gets thirsty soon, they‘re feeling heavy."

"I‘m a little thirsty myself," replied John. Marisa's phone went off. "Who is that?" he asked.

Marisa checked her cell. "Text from Lola. I sent her one when we got here saying I was sorry about her and Flex and missed her." Marisa read a little more. "She misses us too and wishes she could have met Jack. Umm.. Don't feel bad about her and Flex. Umm.. She still loves the big asshole, but he couldn't stay faithful."

"She knew that," said John. "She was the other woman once."

"Yeah, she says here, It's not so much the cheating," Marisa felt the color drain from her already pale face. "As it is his obsession with knocking up white woman."

"You okay honey?" asked John.

"Yeah fine," she replied, faking a smile. "I'm just shocked to find out what kind of man Flex is." He's a real man, that's what kind of man he is.

"Yeah, there's something wrong with him up here," said John, tapping his head with his finger. "He knocked up three girls back in college. Told me he poked holes in his condoms so that they'd pop. Two of the girls ended up dropping out to raise babies."

"And you're friends with this guy?" she asked. John just shrugged. Marisa looked down at her phone. "Lola says Flex knocked up her best friend, Melissa."

"Oh yeah, another female bodybuilder."

"Swore to her that he'd had a... OHMYGOD!"

"What?" asked John in alarm.

"He is an asshole," said Marisa, hoping John was paying attention to the road and not to how much her hands were shaking. "He told Melissa that he'd had a vasectomy."

"You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine," she snapped. "Just pull over soon. My boobs are aching and I need to feed Jack." Marisa stared out the window at the passing palm and cypress trees and the beautiful clear blue water. A tear rolled down one cheek as she thought of Flex. He had sent load after load of his apparently potent seed directly into her womb this weekend and she was right between periods, her most fertile time. Candace and her own periods were closely synced too. The thin blonde was holding off on pregnancy for career reasons. Stretch marks and weight gain could cost her a fortune and now Candace had taken billions of his sperm into her fertile womb. My god, she thought. I just helped enable him to fuck that mom and her twins!

Marisa lowered her arm and placed one open hand over her womb. She wondered if there was life growing there. She was almost certain of it. She thought of Flex's cock and how good it felt, especially when it was cumming in her womb. Thinking about him made her horny. What a man! What a cock! That mom and her twins were lucky that Flex wanted to fuck them and put babies in their bellies. They owed her. So did Candace. Marisa rubbed her womb and smiled.

No regrets.

THE END

Author's Note: Some inspiration for Flex Appeal came from the story "Beach Teasing Goes Too Far" by Oppy-N-Rose which may be found at eroticstories. I used the names Marisa and John to honor one of my favorite authors over at literotica named Chassuer11 who always uses those names . The character of Candace is based on South African model, Candace Swanepoel, a Victoria's Secret model. The black motorcycle gang that appears near the beginning is the same gang from my story, "The Flag Girls Get Fucked." I thought about including the Flag Girls with the gang, but the timing was wrong. It's a shame because Flex would gladly have taken part in the Flag Girl's gang bang, but sadly that event happened mid-week and this story is set over a weekend. The BBC LOVERS BOUTIQUE is also mentioned in "Flag Girls."