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Flex Appeal

By: Stormbringer



Copyright 2012 by Stormbringer

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"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.


Flex Appeal



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

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

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

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

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

"Does he know them?" asked Candace.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I knew it," said John laughing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

***************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you tried maybe doubling up on the condoms?

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

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

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

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

"Too much information."

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

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

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

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

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

"CANDACE! You just flashed him."

"No harm teasing him a little."

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

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

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

Marisa blushed which tended to turn everything from her chest up red. "I kind of outgrew my bikini."

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

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

Candace glanced down and saw Marisa remove her hand from under the towel. It was covered with milk. 

"Jack got bad aim or something?"

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

"What exactly is hyperlactation?"

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

"How did you get it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Flex Appeal



"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 Appeal



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.




Flex Appeal



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.