24-12-2018, 01:11 PM
A cabana girl came around and Drums ordered a margarita. "Already?" Jen asked with a laugh. It was barely noon. Getting into the party atmosphere though, she ordered one too.
"I'm going over to talk with the rest of the gang," Drums said after they finished the margaritas.
"Go ahead, I think I'll take a nap," Jen said closing her eyes. The margarita had been strong and they'd partied hard last night. She fell asleep.
Jen awoke to experienced hands rubbing her body. "What are you doing?" she said groggily, slowly waking up.
It was Mal, he was sitting beside her. "The sun's strong, I didn't want you to burn," he said, rubbing lotion on her legs. He wasn't just putting lotion on her, he was massaging her in a very sensual way. He was getting her hot. This guy REALLY knew how to touch a girl!
"Thanks. I can do the rest," Jen said reaching for the bottle of lotion.
"Come on, let me do your back," he said.
Jen inwardly shrugged. Why not? She rolled over onto her tummy. She felt a wedgie in her bottoms making them look like a thong. She reached behind her and adjusted them.
"Did you have to do that?" Mal said, playful disappointment in his voice. He'd enjoyed the momentary flash of her tight ass.
"Poor baby," Jen said with a laugh.
Mal poured lotion on his hands and rubbed up and down Jen's long legs. "You said my back," she said.
"I provide full service ma'am," he said playfully. She laughed.
Mal rubbed up and down her legs with his palm. As he did he lightly scrapped his fingertips against the back of her knees and along her inner thighs. To anyone watching it would look like he was just putting lotion on her. But really he was sensually caressing her! He was turning her on and she knew she had her cum face on!
"I think I'm good," she said her heart beating fast.
"Still need to do your back," he said moving to her back. Without any hesitation he pulled the strings at her neck and back.
"God you're ballsy," Jen said. But she didn't stop him.
"Don't want tan lines," he deadpanned.
"Yeah right," Jen said with a sarcastic laugh. As he rubbed her back he lightly trailed his fingertips across the sides of her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard. "Where's Frankie?" she asked, trying to keep her voice normal.
"I sent him to get stuff from Felix," Mal said. "You know, our Cuban drug dealer."
"Ooookay," Jen said. "You sent him?"
"Yeah," Mal said with an arrogant smile. "You've figured it out, right? We're equal, me, Jay and Drums. But I'm more equal than them."
God this guy is such an ass, Jen though. She said "Like George Orwell."
"Who's that?" Mal said.
"Forget it," Jen said with a laugh. She wondered if Frankie had read Animal Farm. Probably not.
"Did you talk to your husband?" Mal asked as he trailed his fingertips across the side of her breast. "About hooking up?"
Jen turned her head so she looked into his face. "This may be hard for you to believe Mal, but I haven't thought about you since last night." It was a lie of course, but she wasn't going to give this arrogant ass the satisfaction.
"You'd love it," he said with a confident grin.
She shook her head and laughed. "Do you know how many times guys have said that to me?"
"Once with me and you'll forget all about your husband," Mal promised. "Your pussy will be mine."
"Oh my god!" Jen said with an incredulously laugh. She reached behind her and tied the strings. She turned around onto her back. "You're so full of it," she said with another laugh.
"Admit it I'm getting to you," Mal said, but he laughed too. Then he got silent, looking down at her.
Jen got on her elbows and followed his eyes. He was looking at her crotch. He'd gotten her so worked up there was a camel toe in her bikini bottoms. Worse, there was a wet spot there. He'd gotten her that worked up, and the evidence was right there for his eyes.
She reddened with embarrassment. She moved to jump into the pool but Mal stopped her.
He put a folded towel over her body, from below her belly button to her thighs. "Count to thirty," he said.
"What?" Jen said not understanding.
Mal moved his hand to her legs, like he was rubbing lotion on her. He moved his hand under the towel. "Start counting," he said. "I'll make you cum before you get to 30."
Jen gave him a disbelieving, what the fuck look. "Come on, it's a game," he said with a grin. He motioned to the towel. "No one can see what I'm doing. If I don't make you cum you can tell me I'm full of shit. Now come on, open your legs a little bit, and start counting."
Jen rolled her eyes. But she was breathing hard. He was lightly caressing her inner thigh under the towel. Fuck it, she thought to herself. She parted her legs slightly. With a hoarse voice she whispered "One ..."
Smiling, Mal moved his hand up the towel. He expertly pulled Jen's bikini aside and then found her clit. It was hard. He smiled even wider, knowing this was going to be easy.
Jen didn't even last to 25. By 10 he had her gasping. By 18 she was trying to keep from writhing on the chair (they were surrounded by people after all). By 25 she bit her lip and tried to keep her body from jerking as she had a massive orgasm.
"God," she gasped under her breath as the intense orgasm left her quivering. She reached under the towel and fixed her bikini bottoms.
Mal grinned arrogantly at her. "Told ya," he said. Then he abruptly got up and walked away.
"God," Jen said again, astounded. He'd just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. With his finger!
In London, Mike took at taxi to Hillingdon, a suburb on the west side. He knocked at the row house and Stacy opened the door. She smiled, but clearly she'd been crying. They hugged hello.
"This is Dannika, my daughter," Stacy said, introducing Mike to an infant baby girl. The baby was clearly half black.
"Stacy, where's Jim?" Mike asked.
Stacy looked down, then back at Mike. "He left me," she said, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I thought he wanted this."
"I thought he did too!" she sobbed. She cried uncontrollably. Mike hugged her, trying to calm her down.
Dannika started crying, and that calmed Stacy down. "She's hungry," she said, opening her blouse and nursing bra. For a moment Mike saw her naked breasts. She was a busty girl, and her breasts were even bigger full of milk. Her nipples were larger and darker than he remembered.
Dannika hungrily latched onto one of Stacy's nipples. Mike could hear the baby sucking, and a little breast milk rolled down the infant's chin. The baby's half black heredity was apparent as she sucked at her mother's breasts, Dannika's dark color contrasting with Stacy's lily white skin.
"I'm usually more modest, but you've seen everything. I hope you don't mind. It's easier if I don't have to be careful," Stacy said, referring to the time Mike had watched her with Darren and Jim.
"No worries," Mike said, watching the baby suck greedily at her mother's breast.
"Some guys get grossed out by it," she said.
"I'm good," Mike assured her, forcing himself to look somewhere, anywhere, other than Stacy's naked, full of milk breasts. Stacy wasn't nearly as pretty as Jen. She had a cute face and soft strawberry blonde hair. What Mike found so exciting about her was she'd let another man impregnate her, a black man at that, and the fruit of that union was now sucking on her milk heavy tits.
"We started swinging after we started dating, over 10 years ago," Stacy explained as Dannika continued to drink. "We went to glory holes. Then dogging; there are places around London people go. Then sex clubs. It's not like the movies. Most times our partners weren't good looking. I've fucked so many fat, ugly guys." She laughed at the memories. "But it was the newness, you know? Being with someone different. It got us so hot, Jim and me, we were always so hot for each other after, our sex life was great!"
"You only played with white guys?" Mike asked, remembering Jim telling him that.
"Yeah, until Darren," Stacy said. "I mean, maybe a black guy at dogging, sometimes it's dark and hard to see."
"Okay," Mike said prompting her.
"Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant," she said. "We always played together. In the same room, in the same bed. Jim liked watching me fucking other guys. He said he liked that more than fucking other girls. So we started going to sex clubs and Jim would watch me. Sometimes he had a girl, but most times he'd just watch me with other men. I liked it, you know? Jim watching me. It's like, he loved me so much, he thought I was so hot, he'd rather watch me than fuck other girls."
"Yeah, that's how I am," Mike said.
"So you get it," Stacy said appreciatively. "Things got more intense. It wasn't enough guys fucking me. Jim wanted me to date guys, have boyfriends. I think I've had, like, 10 boyfriends. Most lasted only a few weeks, one or two months. My longest was a year. Jim loved it. He was always hot for me, always giving me so much attention."
She looked down as she got to the part of the story she didn't like. "Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant. I told him he was crazy. He wanted me to go off the pill. We had a big argument. He told me it didn't matter where the sperm came from, he'd be the father. He said that over and over." She shrugged. "Finally I agreed to go off the pill. I wasn't going to let another guy get me pregnant, I made them use condoms. But it really excited Jim. And I felt like he deserved it, you know? I mean, I got to be with different guys. So I went off the pill for Jim."
Stacy looked at Mike. "Do you get this?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement.
"Is this turning you on?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike admitted.
"If you want you can take out your cock and play with yourself," Stacy said.
"That's okay," Mike said with a sheepish smile. He joked, "If I did my wife would kill me." They shared a laugh. "What happened next?" he asked.
"I'm going over to talk with the rest of the gang," Drums said after they finished the margaritas.
"Go ahead, I think I'll take a nap," Jen said closing her eyes. The margarita had been strong and they'd partied hard last night. She fell asleep.
Jen awoke to experienced hands rubbing her body. "What are you doing?" she said groggily, slowly waking up.
It was Mal, he was sitting beside her. "The sun's strong, I didn't want you to burn," he said, rubbing lotion on her legs. He wasn't just putting lotion on her, he was massaging her in a very sensual way. He was getting her hot. This guy REALLY knew how to touch a girl!
"Thanks. I can do the rest," Jen said reaching for the bottle of lotion.
"Come on, let me do your back," he said.
Jen inwardly shrugged. Why not? She rolled over onto her tummy. She felt a wedgie in her bottoms making them look like a thong. She reached behind her and adjusted them.
"Did you have to do that?" Mal said, playful disappointment in his voice. He'd enjoyed the momentary flash of her tight ass.
"Poor baby," Jen said with a laugh.
Mal poured lotion on his hands and rubbed up and down Jen's long legs. "You said my back," she said.
"I provide full service ma'am," he said playfully. She laughed.
Mal rubbed up and down her legs with his palm. As he did he lightly scrapped his fingertips against the back of her knees and along her inner thighs. To anyone watching it would look like he was just putting lotion on her. But really he was sensually caressing her! He was turning her on and she knew she had her cum face on!
"I think I'm good," she said her heart beating fast.
"Still need to do your back," he said moving to her back. Without any hesitation he pulled the strings at her neck and back.
"God you're ballsy," Jen said. But she didn't stop him.
"Don't want tan lines," he deadpanned.
"Yeah right," Jen said with a sarcastic laugh. As he rubbed her back he lightly trailed his fingertips across the sides of her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard. "Where's Frankie?" she asked, trying to keep her voice normal.
"I sent him to get stuff from Felix," Mal said. "You know, our Cuban drug dealer."
"Ooookay," Jen said. "You sent him?"
"Yeah," Mal said with an arrogant smile. "You've figured it out, right? We're equal, me, Jay and Drums. But I'm more equal than them."
God this guy is such an ass, Jen though. She said "Like George Orwell."
"Who's that?" Mal said.
"Forget it," Jen said with a laugh. She wondered if Frankie had read Animal Farm. Probably not.
"Did you talk to your husband?" Mal asked as he trailed his fingertips across the side of her breast. "About hooking up?"
Jen turned her head so she looked into his face. "This may be hard for you to believe Mal, but I haven't thought about you since last night." It was a lie of course, but she wasn't going to give this arrogant ass the satisfaction.
"You'd love it," he said with a confident grin.
She shook her head and laughed. "Do you know how many times guys have said that to me?"
"Once with me and you'll forget all about your husband," Mal promised. "Your pussy will be mine."
"Oh my god!" Jen said with an incredulously laugh. She reached behind her and tied the strings. She turned around onto her back. "You're so full of it," she said with another laugh.
"Admit it I'm getting to you," Mal said, but he laughed too. Then he got silent, looking down at her.
Jen got on her elbows and followed his eyes. He was looking at her crotch. He'd gotten her so worked up there was a camel toe in her bikini bottoms. Worse, there was a wet spot there. He'd gotten her that worked up, and the evidence was right there for his eyes.
She reddened with embarrassment. She moved to jump into the pool but Mal stopped her.
He put a folded towel over her body, from below her belly button to her thighs. "Count to thirty," he said.
"What?" Jen said not understanding.
Mal moved his hand to her legs, like he was rubbing lotion on her. He moved his hand under the towel. "Start counting," he said. "I'll make you cum before you get to 30."
Jen gave him a disbelieving, what the fuck look. "Come on, it's a game," he said with a grin. He motioned to the towel. "No one can see what I'm doing. If I don't make you cum you can tell me I'm full of shit. Now come on, open your legs a little bit, and start counting."
Jen rolled her eyes. But she was breathing hard. He was lightly caressing her inner thigh under the towel. Fuck it, she thought to herself. She parted her legs slightly. With a hoarse voice she whispered "One ..."
Smiling, Mal moved his hand up the towel. He expertly pulled Jen's bikini aside and then found her clit. It was hard. He smiled even wider, knowing this was going to be easy.
Jen didn't even last to 25. By 10 he had her gasping. By 18 she was trying to keep from writhing on the chair (they were surrounded by people after all). By 25 she bit her lip and tried to keep her body from jerking as she had a massive orgasm.
"God," she gasped under her breath as the intense orgasm left her quivering. She reached under the towel and fixed her bikini bottoms.
Mal grinned arrogantly at her. "Told ya," he said. Then he abruptly got up and walked away.
"God," Jen said again, astounded. He'd just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. With his finger!
In London, Mike took at taxi to Hillingdon, a suburb on the west side. He knocked at the row house and Stacy opened the door. She smiled, but clearly she'd been crying. They hugged hello.
"This is Dannika, my daughter," Stacy said, introducing Mike to an infant baby girl. The baby was clearly half black.
"Stacy, where's Jim?" Mike asked.
Stacy looked down, then back at Mike. "He left me," she said, tears falling down her cheeks.
"I thought he wanted this."
"I thought he did too!" she sobbed. She cried uncontrollably. Mike hugged her, trying to calm her down.
Dannika started crying, and that calmed Stacy down. "She's hungry," she said, opening her blouse and nursing bra. For a moment Mike saw her naked breasts. She was a busty girl, and her breasts were even bigger full of milk. Her nipples were larger and darker than he remembered.
Dannika hungrily latched onto one of Stacy's nipples. Mike could hear the baby sucking, and a little breast milk rolled down the infant's chin. The baby's half black heredity was apparent as she sucked at her mother's breasts, Dannika's dark color contrasting with Stacy's lily white skin.
"I'm usually more modest, but you've seen everything. I hope you don't mind. It's easier if I don't have to be careful," Stacy said, referring to the time Mike had watched her with Darren and Jim.
"No worries," Mike said, watching the baby suck greedily at her mother's breast.
"Some guys get grossed out by it," she said.
"I'm good," Mike assured her, forcing himself to look somewhere, anywhere, other than Stacy's naked, full of milk breasts. Stacy wasn't nearly as pretty as Jen. She had a cute face and soft strawberry blonde hair. What Mike found so exciting about her was she'd let another man impregnate her, a black man at that, and the fruit of that union was now sucking on her milk heavy tits.
"We started swinging after we started dating, over 10 years ago," Stacy explained as Dannika continued to drink. "We went to glory holes. Then dogging; there are places around London people go. Then sex clubs. It's not like the movies. Most times our partners weren't good looking. I've fucked so many fat, ugly guys." She laughed at the memories. "But it was the newness, you know? Being with someone different. It got us so hot, Jim and me, we were always so hot for each other after, our sex life was great!"
"You only played with white guys?" Mike asked, remembering Jim telling him that.
"Yeah, until Darren," Stacy said. "I mean, maybe a black guy at dogging, sometimes it's dark and hard to see."
"Okay," Mike said prompting her.
"Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant," she said. "We always played together. In the same room, in the same bed. Jim liked watching me fucking other guys. He said he liked that more than fucking other girls. So we started going to sex clubs and Jim would watch me. Sometimes he had a girl, but most times he'd just watch me with other men. I liked it, you know? Jim watching me. It's like, he loved me so much, he thought I was so hot, he'd rather watch me than fuck other girls."
"Yeah, that's how I am," Mike said.
"So you get it," Stacy said appreciatively. "Things got more intense. It wasn't enough guys fucking me. Jim wanted me to date guys, have boyfriends. I think I've had, like, 10 boyfriends. Most lasted only a few weeks, one or two months. My longest was a year. Jim loved it. He was always hot for me, always giving me so much attention."
She looked down as she got to the part of the story she didn't like. "Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant. I told him he was crazy. He wanted me to go off the pill. We had a big argument. He told me it didn't matter where the sperm came from, he'd be the father. He said that over and over." She shrugged. "Finally I agreed to go off the pill. I wasn't going to let another guy get me pregnant, I made them use condoms. But it really excited Jim. And I felt like he deserved it, you know? I mean, I got to be with different guys. So I went off the pill for Jim."
Stacy looked at Mike. "Do you get this?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement.
"Is this turning you on?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mike admitted.
"If you want you can take out your cock and play with yourself," Stacy said.
"That's okay," Mike said with a sheepish smile. He joked, "If I did my wife would kill me." They shared a laugh. "What happened next?" he asked.
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