The Bikini Conspiracy (2025)
Copyright 1999 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009 & 2025
Robert Marsh looked down at his wife, who was moaning in ecstasy as he repeatedly impaled her with his ten-inch dark brown cock. He scored pretty big with Mandy, beautiful with an athletic build, brown shoulder length hair and bright hazel eyes. . He caressed her pert breasts with his hands, squeezing them roughly so that her pointy nipples bulged out, a loud whimper escaping her lips. Mandy and Robert had married five years ago. She was 25 and had been working as a model when they met. Robert was twice her age, mixed race, but favored his black father. She’d been hesitant to date him over both those reasons, but changed her mind when she caught wind of how much money he made. He worked out in his free time and was in excellent physical condition. People remarked that the silver streaks in his dark hair made him look distinguished, and a magazine article on successful local businessmen described him as "ruggedly handsome." Mandy shuddered and moaned in orgasmic pleasure as his cock erupted inside her, locking her legs around his waist to hold him deep. That she had undoubtedly married him for his money did not bother Robert, as he had married her primarily as a showpiece for parties and business affairs, the perfect trophy wife. The exceptional sex was a welcome side benefit.
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Mandy reached out and fondled her husband’s dark brown cock. It was still ten inches, but had gone floppy with semen still dribbling from the tip. “Poor Linda,” she mumbled.
Robert’s ears perked up. “Why do you say that?”
"Well," Mandy replied, "I’m always bragging about how you satisfy me with Bob’s Big Boy here, six times a week, and she told me George hasn’t touched her since the baby was born, something called postpartum sexual aversion.”
“Damn,” muttered Robert. “George probably didn’t touch her much when she was pregnant either.” She probably hadn’t gotten laid in at least fourteen months he figured. “Poor Linda,” he agreed.
“Lately, she’s been getting increasingly upset when I talk about our sex lives. I probably shouldn’t but I like bragging about you.” Mandy leaned in and kissed the gray stubble on his cheek. “Anyway, did you know George is the only man she’s ever been with?"
"No," Robert answered, “but I’m not surprised.” Linda was a gorgeous woman and her big mommy titties had given her the body of a porn star. That body was wasted on pudgy little-dicked George. Robert had showered with George at the yacht club on many occasions and noticed that George had an unusually small penis. For that matter George had seemed visibly shaken the moment he noticed his boss’s big hog cock. As George’s gut grew over the years, his penis seemed to shrink further, disappearing beneath his paunch. A woman like Linda deserved more than her husband had, she deserved a real man. Just thinking about Linda’s big white titties made Robert’s substantial cock harden again. Mandy’s caresses turned to squeezing and stroking the swelling shaft. He reached over and pulled his wife on top of him. She squealed with delight as he slowly guided his ten-inch rod back into her.
"Just wait till I tell Linda that we fucked twice in one night. She’s going to be so jealous," Mandy moaned, sinking down onto Robert’s hard shaft.
Robert imagined he was fucking Linda as his wife moved her hips up and down on his cock. Afterward, as they lay panting next to each other, Mandy asked, "Robert, do you ever wish my breasts were as big as Linda’s?"
It was as if she could read his mind. "Of course not, dear," he lied. "Yours are perfect. Besides, Linda’s breasts are barely noticeable under all those clothes she wears."
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Robert was still thinking about Linda as he worked in his office on Monday morning. Around noon, he looked up to see Linda and George talking in the hallway. He decided to go say hello, as he hadn’t seen her in a while. She was wearing a long skirt that reached her ankles and a baggy sweater that was failing to hide the jiggle of her big titties when she moved. "Hello, Linda. What brings you downtown this afternoon?" he called out.
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They chatted for a few minutes before George said they needed to leave. As they turned toward the elevator, Robert called out, "Hey, guys, Mandy and I are taking the boat out for a spin this Saturday. Why don’t you come along? George and I can fish, and you ladies can sunbathe. We’ll make a party out of it."
"Sounds good," George replied.
"Sure, that sounds like fun," Linda agreed. They loved going out on Robert’s boat.
Robert’s phone buzzed in his pocket. “Excuse me,” he said, taking it out. “Enjoy your lunch.” "Hey Ty, what’s happening?" He answered. “You gonna let me have a rematch?”
"Sure am, bro,” said Ty, chuckling. Tyrell Jones was Robert’s lawyer and had handled his two previous divorces. He was a tall, well-built Black man with a quick wit and a dazzling smile. He won half his cases by charming female jurors and the other half through his brilliance. As an extremely successful lawyer, he had become a partner in his firm through merit. He resented assumptions that he was merely a diversity hire and felt that Tyrell Jones was too "Black" a name, so he went by Ty. “How about Saturday?”
"I can’t this Saturday. My wife and I are taking the boat out with some friends. Why don’t you join us?"
"If Mandy’s going to be wearing one of her micro bikinis, I’m in," Ty replied.
"You know her," Robert said. "She’s practically a nudist. Just keep your hands to yourself." Tyrell had a well-deserved reputation as a ladies’ man, and Mandy seemed captivated by the charming black man. Ty was the opposite of George. After their frequent pickleball matches, Robert and Ty would shower together, and while George’s small penis seemed to vanish under his paunch, Tyrell’s black cock was always semi-erect, jutting out from his muscular physique like a mammoth club. Ty’s semi-erect cock was as large as Robert’s when fully erect. While Robert occasionally joked with Mandy about George’s small penis, he never mentioned Ty’s impressive size. He preferred showering with George where he was the bigger man. He and Ty made plans to meet at the boat around noon on Saturday. Robert returned to work and promptly forgot about the conversation.
On Thursday, Mandy called him at work and asked him to pick up some cold medicine, as she wasn’t feeling well. When he got home that evening, she was already in bed with a fever and sore throat. By Friday morning, her condition had worsened. He drove her to the doctor, who prescribed pills to help her sleep through the weekend. Robert asked if she wanted him to cancel going out on the boat with George and Linda so he could stay with her, but she encouraged him to go, saying she was just going to sleep as much as possible.
Robert arrived at work late that day after taking his wife to the doctor. A message from his assistant awaited him: an important client was in town and wanted to meet with a vice president over the weekend. The note mentioned that Mr. Quigley was available if needed. As Robert reached for the phone to call Quigley, an idea struck him.
If he could get rid of George, he’d have the chance to be alone with Linda on his boat. He promptly called George’s extension. "George, I’m sorry, but I need you to work tomorrow." He explained the situation with the client.
"No problem, boss," George replied. "These things happen. It’s a shame, though—Linda was really looking forward to going out on your boat. We already arranged a babysitter."
"Let her come. She can keep Mandy company while I fish," Robert lied, crossing his fingers as he awaited George’s response.
"I suppose she will," George said. "No sense in both of us missing out this weekend."
Robert informed his secretary that he would be taking off the rest of the afternoon and left the building to plan how he would seduce his friend’s wife. He thought about it throughout lunch and finally devised a plan. Even if it didn’t work, it would allow him to see more of Linda’s figure.
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On Saturday morning, Robert got up and kissed his sleeping wife. He went to their dresser and selected a small pair of men’s bikini briefs to wear as a swimsuit. Phase one of his plan required him to show off his physique to Linda, hoping to remind her of Mandy’s stories about his sexual prowess and physical endowments. He then took a small string bikini from Mandy’s drawer and placed it in his travel bag. He drove to the liquor store and purchased rum and tequila for mixing drinks. Phase two was to lower Linda’s inhibitions with alcohol. Next, he visited the bait shop and filled a large bait bucket with chum, which reeked of rotten chicken and smelly squid for phase three.
When he arrived at the boat, Ty was waiting for him. Robert had completely forgotten he’d invited Ty. The two shook hands and caught up briefly. Robert was frustrated that his plans might be ruined. Ty noticed something was wrong and asked what was bothering him. Realizing this might be his only chance to be alone with Linda, Robert confided his plan to Ty.
Tyrell smiled and said, "Nice plan. I’ll just go hit the beach. Bros before hoes, after all. Good luck."
The two shook hands, and Robert boarded the boat. He placed Mandy’s string bikini over the seat in the small open-air captain’s cabin and positioned the fishing gear so that Linda would have to sunbathe near the smelly bait. He heard voices by the dock and walked to the rail, seeing Tyrell talking to Linda. She was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and pants and carrying a large duffel bag. She waved at Robert before shouting that she would change in the bathhouse and be right up. Robert noticed Tyrell’s eyes following Linda as she walked to the bathhouse.
The big Black man grinned and returned to the boat. "Sorry, bro, I think I’ll come along after all, give you a hand turning this one out for the black man. I’ve got to see what she’s hiding under all those clothes." He gave Robert a wink and turned away.
Robert’s jaw dropped in shock as Ty followed Linda to the bathhouse.
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“Welcome onboard the Black Rod,” said Robert, holding her hand and helping her step onto his boat. Linda boarded and paused when she saw Robert’s attire. He noticed her eyes briefly scan his physique and linger on his bulge. He gave her a quick hug, subtly pressing his cock against her stomach.
"Where’s Mandy?" Linda asked, flustered. She had never fully believed Mandy’s stories about her husband’s penis being ten inches, but now only a thin piece of fabric had separated her from it and judging by the bulge, it was definitely pretty big.
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"No, it must have slipped his mind," she replied. "Maybe I should cancel?"
"Nonsense, we’ll have a great time," he assured her.
Ty went into the bathhouse to change, wearing swim trunks and a tight tank top that showcased his muscular biceps. He removed his shirt and flexed in front of the mirror, satisfied with his physique, which still resembled that of the defensive lineman he had been in college 18 years earlier. He stripped to a small bikini brief, his substantial bulge straining against the fabric. He shoved Linda’s duffel bag under the sink, as part of the plan was to leave her change of clothes on shore. He folded his clothes over the bag and headed to the boat. Linda was drinking a margarita with Robert when Ty boarded. She stopped mid-conversation and openly stared at Ty’s body.
She had never seen such a perfect specimen of manhood. His physique was of Herculean proportions, from his bull neck to the massive bulge in his briefs. She thought to herself that even if George stuffed a potato in his shorts, Ty’s bulge would still be larger. She was surrounded by two well-endowed men.
Robert was jealous but impressed by Ty. He wasn’t accustomed to being outdone in the physical department. Shrugging it off, he said, "Let’s get going." He started the boat, and they headed out to sea. The plan was to cruise for two hours while serving Linda drinks. Ty took over bartending duties while Robert steered. The large Black man prepared margaritas or rum drinks and delivered them to Linda’s chair. Her eye level was aligned with Ty’s crotch, and he held each drink near his briefs, ensuring she got a clear view of his impressive bulge every time she reached for a drink. Robert had cleverly chosen small cups so that Linda would lose track of how many she drank, allowing him to gradually increase their strength.
Linda was feeling relaxed after her third drink. Ty quickly brought her a fourth. As she reached for it, the boat banked on a wave, and she accidentally grabbed Ty’s bulge instead. She jerked her hand back and blushed as his thick tubular shaft grew, straining his bikini brief. "Oh my God," she cried, turning bright red. "I’m so sorry."
"Think nothing of it," Ty replied, smiling down at her. "It was an accident."
She stared at his bulge for a few seconds, watching it move beneath his briefs like a caged animal. She felt a strange fluttering in her stomach, which she attributed to the alcohol.
Robert glanced back at Ty and Linda. She seemed captivated by the big Black man, most women were. Ty was a professional at seduction, and Robert realized he might not have succeeded without him. Robert cut the motor, letting the boat drift to a stop. "Come on, Ty, I know Linda’s great company, but we’re here to fish," he called out.
Linda looked around for a spot to lie down and, seeing the only clear space at the back of the boat, threw down her towel and lay on her stomach. She was too shy to remove her shorts in front of the two men. Ty went to the prow and cast his fishing line. Robert looked down at Linda, facing away from him, and decided it was time for phase three. He positioned the bucket of chum precariously tilted on the handle of a long fishnet, with its foul contents aimed at Linda. He shouted to Ty that he was adjusting the boat’s position, then started the engine and turned the boat so that waves crashed against the side, causing the bucket to rock. After a large wave hit, the bucket tipped over, covering Linda with its contents.
Linda screamed as the foul liquid drenched her. She felt nauseous seeing the blood and guts on her body and gagged at the smell.
Ty ran to the back and said, "What’s wrong? I heard a…" He paused, looking at her with mock disgust. "You should jump in the water to clean up."
"Yes, I think I will," she replied, picking a squid tentacle out of her hair. Robert apologized profusely as she jumped overboard into the water. "Brrr," she shivered as the cold water made her nipples harden. She cleaned the chicken and squid off her body and swam to the ladder to climb back into the boat. The men noticed her nipples straining against the heavy fabric of her suit. Robert was dumping buckets of sea water on the deck to wash it off. Her shorts and suit were stained with blood, and she still smelled. "Ty, please get my bag for me," she asked.
He went to the partially enclosed cabin and pretended to look for her bag. "Sorry, Linda, I must have left our clothes in the bathhouse." She looked at Robert, who shrugged and said, "My clothes are in the car."
"What about a towel, then?" she asked. Robert pointed to her beach towel, hanging over the railing, still covered in bait. "That’s it," he said.
"I’m going to try to clean up better," she said, jumping back overboard. Robert leaned over and told her he thought he had some soap somewhere. He returned, tossed the soap down to her, and said, "Linda, you’re in luck—Mandy left one of her bathing suits on board."
She shivered in the cool breeze as she looked up at the men, who stared at her in awe. Glancing down, she was shocked. The bikini top, sized for Mandy’s smaller breasts, barely covered her nipples. The wet white fabric was completely see-through, revealing her blonde pubic hair and hard nipples still swollen and protruding from breast feeding. Stretching the fabric had exposed more skin than it covered. The men stared like boys at their first adult magazine. She turned around to cover herself, forgetting that she was now displaying her bare backside which was well-rounded and firm from countless squats and deadlifts in the gym.
Robert couldn’t believe his eyes. He had been with dozens of women, many of them models, and none compared to Linda. The bikini had worked perfectly, revealing everything from her pubic hair to her large pink nipples. He exhaled slowly, his cock straining against his briefs. Even if he didn’t sleep with his wife’s best friend, seeing her like this was worth the effort. Linda was more stacked than a Vegas deck.
Linda stood with her back to the men, shivering, her face flushed with embarrassment. Ty quickly mixed her a rum and Coke. "Here, this will warm you up," he said, handing her the drink. She downed it in one gulp and asked for another, which she drank just as quickly. Robert guided her back to the deck chair which put her eye level with the men’s crotches. The alcohol’s warmth spread through her body. She noticed Robert’s bulge and stared at it. Maybe Mandy wasn’t exaggerating about its size? Ty stepped in front of Robert, drawing her gaze to his even bigger bulge. "You want this?" he asked.
"What?" Linda stammered, looking up to see him holding another drink. She took it and sipped it more slowly. Her body tingled, and she felt warm. Linda had never been comfortable with her body, covering up for modesty’s sake, but it was a lie. She covered up out of fear of how much she liked it. Her nipples swelled at every male glance. She had weird flutters in her womb every time a man flirted with her. She played it safe with George, wearing baggy clothes, but now she had no choice, her body barely hidden by the tiny wet bikini. These men shouldn’t be seeing so much of her, but she was starting to enjoy their stares, feeling a strange sense of power from their reactions. Her body was awakening, feeling truly alive for the first time.
"Linda, let me rub some coconut oil on you," Ty offered, holding up a bottle of lotion. "You still smell like squid. Go lie down on the deck."
She nodded and lay on her stomach but then hesitated. "Ty, no offense, but I don’t know you that well. I’d rather have Robert do it."
Ty shot Robert an irritated glance and tossed him the bottle of oil. Robert knelt over Linda’s legs, positioning his crotch just behind her bare backside. Ty sat down, sulking, as Robert oiled his hands and began rubbing her shoulders and back. Linda sighed; the massage felt wonderful. After a few minutes, she felt his cock brush against her ass. Mandy’s voice echoed in her mind: *“I swear it’s ten inches long. How big is George?”*
Robert slowly untied her bikini top. She sighed and allowed it. Her large breasts, pressed against the deck, were partially visible from the sides.
*“He fucks me six times a week.”*
Robert rubbed the sides of her breasts and worked his way down her back.
*“He fucked me twice last night.”*
Robert cupped her ass cheeks and began rubbing them. Oil ran between her cheeks, dribbling down the crack of her ass to her pussy.
*“Linda, have you ever had an orgasm? If you have to think about it, then you haven’t.”*
Robert stood, quickly removed his briefs, and knelt again, keeping his erect cock away from her. He massaged her legs, spreading them to rub her thighs. He moved his knees between her legs, continuing the massage. With his left hand, he oiled his cock and let it slide between her ass cheeks. Linda felt the huge shaft against her bare skin, sliding downward.
"What are you doing? We can’t do this. We’re both married." She rose on her hands and knees starting to stand, the end of Robert’s large penis sliding between her thighs. She looked down between her hanging bare breasts catching a glimpse of how big the tip of Robert’s brown penis looked before it slid back between her legs.
"Shh, Linda, Mandy’s told you what I’m capable of. I know you want this." He pulled her hips back, moved her G-string aside, and entered her pussy with the plum-sized head of his cock.
Linda moaned. "No, Robert, please? This is wrong."
“Had black in that white pussy,” growled Ty.
Linda gasped. Finally having her needs satisfied had made her forget they weren’t alone. “Please Robert, not here. Ty’s watching us,” she begged even as Robert’s grip on her hips tightened and his thrusts picked up speed. She didn’t think it was possible, but she might actually cum again. A pressure was building in her womb again, growing each time Robert buried his huge dick in her.
“And I’m tired of watching,” said Ty, moving in front of her.
Linda was swaying forward from Robert’s constant thrusts, her breasts were heavy, swinging, pulling her forward and then back. She looked down at Ty’s huge feet. His tight briefs suddenly dropped to his ankles before he stepped out of them. Her eyes widened in fear. She raised her head, running her eyes up his muscular calves to his thick thighs and finally his…
Her eyes widened even more as they took in the enormity of Ty’s massive black cock. It was truly awe-inspiring, standing out twelve inches from his crotch, as thick as her wrist, with a pulsing blue-black vein running along its underside and a cut bulbous head with a large flaring glans.
"Impressed white girl?"
Linda nodded, unable to take her eyes off it. His scrotum matched his cock, each testicle the size of her fist. “My god,” she muttered.
“Bigger than your white boy?”
Linda nodded again before closing her eyes and moaning as Robert was really doing a job on her starving pussy. When she opened them again, Ty’s black cock head was bobbing right under her nose. He’d kneeled on the deck, sitting up, his foot long cock inches from her lips.
“Suck it, white girl,” he ordered, grabbing the base and guiding the head across her lips. “Come on, open up.”
She couldn’t possibly… Taking two men would be so slutty… Ty ran the head of his cock along her cheeks and over her lips. The monster was drooling precum. She could taste it on her lips. His cock stank slightly of musk, but it was a manly scent. The damn burst again. Linda opened her mouth and screamed as she experienced her second orgasm, even bigger than the first. Her scream turned into, “Mmpph!” as Ty pushed his cock in through her open mouth, stretching her jaw as the flared corona passed under her teeth.
“Suck it, slut,” he ordered, again.
"I said suck it, bitch, not kiss it." He grabbed the back of her head and forced as much of his cock into her mouth as she could take. She choked, her gag turning to a moan around it as another orgasm surged through her. Ty released her head, and she began bobbing her head willingly. "That’s it, baby, now you’re doing me right," he moaned, fucking her face. She hadn’t performed oral sex on George in years, assuming she wasn’t skilled at it since he stopped asking. Now, she felt proud to give Ty such pleasure.
Robert was pounding her pussy hard, his rhythm faltering. "I’m getting close, Linda," he panted.
Linda was moaning as she sucked Ty’s cock, but Robert’s warning brought her back to reality. Her eyes flew wide in alarm, staring cross-eyed down Ty’s black shaft. She pulled back away from Ty and into Robert’s giant brown dick. “Not in me,” she squealed the moment Ty’s cock flew out of her mouth. She and George were planning a second baby and she was off birth control. “I’m not protec…
“Too late,” grunted Robert, picking up speed before holding her hips still, his ten-inch shaft buried in her pussy. The thing gave a powerful jerk, hosing her cervix with his potent seed.
“NO!” she cried in horror, Ty pushing his cock back in through her open mouth. The second powerful spurt of seed had her cumming again. Linda’s eyes rolled up in her head as she gave in to the intense pleasure of her biggest orgasm yet.
He grunted as his cock kept erupting inside her. The hot liquid reached places she didn’t know existed, each spurt prolonging her orgasm. Robert gave little thrusts making sure his cock was drained. Her pussy helped milk him dry, squeezing tightly around his shaft, contracting inwards wanting every drop of his seed. She squeezed him tighter as he backed off. Robert pulled out, and she felt empty without him. He wasn’t quite done as she felt several wads splatter on her rear end. His cum began flowing from her pussy, pooling on the deck beneath her. The growing pool beneath her crotch was more semen than George had ever cum in his life and her womb still felt full of Robert’s cum.
Linda turned her attention to Ty’s cock, the visible shaft beneath her nose glistening with her saliva. She sucked, the huge black man helping her along by grabbing her head and forcing her up and down as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper. She gagged several times, but suppressed it, relaxing and taking as much as she could down her throat. She deep-throated him, bobbing her head for twenty minutes until he bellowed and ejaculated, pulling back as he came until the head exited her throat, filling her mouth with his hot cum. She tried pulling back to spit his semen out, but he held her head, forcing her to swallow as a second eruption filled her mouth.
As the sun set, she sat up. Robert was seated in the deck chair, his spent cock dangling over the cushion still dripping semen on the deck. "Thanks, Robert. That was the best sex of my life," she told him.
"No regrets?" he asked.
"Not this once, but this can never happen again. We’re both married, and I don’t want to hurt George or Mandy."
"Well, my cock is yours when you want it again. Just ask."
When you want it, not if, she thought, raising an eyebrow at his arrogance. Linda stared at the long, dangling cock that had given her so much pleasure, wondering if she could live without it. But she only said, "We really should get going." She pushed herself to her feet trying to adjust her stretched out g-string panty around her crotch. Robert put his briefs back on and started the motor, turning the boat toward shore. Linda was reaching down for Mandy’s tiny bikini top, flashing her well used pussy at Ty.
"What about me?" Ty asked.
Linda looked up to see Ty’s near-foot-long cock, still rock-hard, its large black head pointing at her.
"What? How can you still be hard? It’s not possible," she said, shaking her head. George needed days to recover after sex.
Ty just grinned, reaching out and yanking her G-string off. He grabbed her shoulders pushing her down to her knees and then on her back.
"No, please don’t," she begged as he spread her legs and placed his cock at her pussy lips. "Ty, stop. There’s no way I can take that thing."
“This body’s built for Black cock." He grabbed the coconut oil and poured it over his cock, rubbing it along his shaft and lubricating it fully. He worked the large head inside her pussy. "We just gotta take it slow."
“Just don’t cum in me again,” she begged. Her pussy seemed to spasm, drawing his cock in further. He pushed in eight inches and paused to let her adjust. It hurt as she was stretched like never before. She looked at Robert, pleading with her eyes, but he just shrugged and continued steering, glancing back down at her to watch the action. Ty pushed in another inch and paused again. The pain gave way to waves of pleasure, and she purred as he began fucking her with nine then ten inches, then he was deeper then Robert had been. He worked more of his cock inside, and her body rose to meet his thrusts. "Do it. Fuck me. I want all that Black cock in me," she moaned.
Ty slammed the remaining two inches into her and fucked her with his entire length. "Damn, that’s one tight white pussy," he grunted. "It’s like you’ve never been fucked before."
Her pelvis thrust up to meet his cock with each stroke. "I’ve never been fucked, not like this," she cried, wrapping her legs around his hips and squeezing tight.
Robert winced, realizing she might not want his cock again once Ty got through with her, but watching them fuck on the back of his boat was better than any porn he’d ever seen.
Ty leaned forward over her and squeezed her breasts with one oil-soaked hand, rolling her nipples between his fingers. The pressure built again, not just in her womb, but in her breasts as well. Linda screamed, cumming harder than ever, little matching geysers of milk squirting out of her nipples, stopping when he pinched them and erupting again when he let go. Linda writhed in ecstasy as waves of orgasmic pleasure permeated her body, nothing had ever felt this good in her life. "Fuck me, fuck me," she screamed. "I love your big Black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me, forever.” Her crotch raised rapidly into the thrusts of his cock.
Linda awoke 15 minutes later, his semi-erect cock still inside her. She leaned back and gave Ty a long passionate kiss before groaning as she dismounted. Waves of semen dribbled down her inner thighs. Her legs were wobbly and she sank down to her knees on the deck, only to look up as Robert pushed his briefs down, his hard black cock springing up to brush her nose. Smiling lovingly, she began sucking his ten-inch rod as Ty steered toward shore. Robert pushed her back and straddled her stomach, placing his cock between her breasts, squeezing them together and titty-fucking her while pinching her nipples. She leaned up, the head of his cock pushing in and out of her mouth. “These big white titties were made for fucking,” he growled.
“Better… than… Mandy’s,” she said each time his glans pulled out of her mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the day I saw you.”
“Coming into dock,” said Ty.
Robert climbed off her and sat, pulling his briefs up before standing. Linda saw him wave at several people either on the dock or other boats as he went to take over from Ty. She kept out of sight, wiggling through pools of semen as she struggled to fit back into Mandy’s undersized bikini. She managed to dress just as Robert and Ty were tying the boat up. Linda stood up seeing dozens of people walking the docks, several men glancing and staring at the sudden appearance of a buxom woman in a tiny bikini.
“Thank you for riding the Black Rod,” said Robert, helping her off the boat.
Linda didn’t say anything. She was in a state of shock. She hurried down the dock past a few people, keenly aware of the stares while looking straight forward as she made for the bathhouse, her clothes and a shower. She felt dirtier than she had covered in chum.
She turned the shower on and stepped under the water when it turned hot enough. Linda held her head back, untying the strings on her bikini and letting it fall to the tiled floor. The club kept vials of body wash and shampoo, so Linda quickly lathered up, running the soap around her nipples and over her breasts. Her hand scrubbed down her belly and over her womb, she felt warm inside, she’d never felt more alive or satisfied yet unsatisfied, craving more. They had awakened something in her, something she’d need to suppress, not for her husband, but for their son.
Linda jumped when the curtain pulled back. “You didn’t say goodbye,” Ty said, stepping into the shower with her. His magnificent black cock was sticking out, semi-hard. The huge man leaned down to kiss her and by the time he broke the kiss, her hand had found his shaft and was stroking him back to full erection.
Ty reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, his powerful arms lifting her up against the tiled wall and guiding his huge cock back in her pussy. He held her against the wall, his lips pressed hard against hers muffling her cries of pleasure.
The curtain opened again. Robert paused seeing his friend fucking Linda again. “I was hoping for some more of that white pussy.”
“It’s busy at the moment,” said Ty, squeezing her ass cheeks tight and moving her off the wall. He pulled her cheeks apart. “But you can come in the back door.”
Robert grinned stepping into the shower. He stared at Ty’s huge testicles, they were half again as big as Robert’s large balls. The thick base of Ty’s darker cock spread open Linda’s pussy lips. Slightly above that sight was her tightly puckered little anus. He stepped into the shower and cupped his hand under the body wash dispenser. Linda looked over her shoulder staring wide-eyed at Robert coating his huge shaft in lotion. Ty lifted her up his cock as Robert stepped behind her.
“Mandy loves it,” said Robert. “So will you.”
“No,” said Linda, shaking her head. Ty pressed his lips against her cheek, she turned, her lips meeting his broad black ones, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Robert’s cock head pressed into the small of her back, sliding down until it was pressing on her tight anus. It began to push. Linda struggled, but she was trapped between the two men, her tongue still dueling with Ty’s.
“Don’t tighten it up, relax your sphincter,” said Robert.
“Mmmph,” she mumbled, still struggling. Linda winced, a tear running down her cheek as her anus pushed inward and slowly began to open as Robert pushed forward. Her anus stretched wider, the pain growing. She realized her mistake and quit struggling. She breathed deeply through her nose and tried to unclench as she slowly exhaled. Her rosebud stretched wider and she felt the flare on Robert’s glans pass through her opening. “Mmmph,” she cried, wincing again. Robert pushed a little deeper and Ty lowered her down a few inches on his shaft. “Mmmm,” she moaned this time, turning her head to kiss Ty more passionately than she’d ever kissed a man before.
I can’t possibly be enjoying this, she thought. The two giant cocks were pressing against each other, fighting for space. Ty squeezed her ass cheeks, lifting her up and down his huge shaft. “Oh fuck that’s good,” she squealed. Robert gripped her hips, thrusting his cock in and out. After a few awkward thrusts, the two men developed a rhythm, Robert pulled back when Ty raised her up his shaft and slamming forward when Ty dropped her down to the base of his huge cock. “FUCK,” she screamed. “CUMMING!!!” Linda’s eyes rolled up in her head as the biggest orgasm yet of the day washed over her. Her head wobbled back and forth turning to the left, her lips parted as Robert leaned in, kissing her before pulling back and she turned forward to kiss Ty.
Ty started lifting her faster up and down his shaft. Robert keeping pace. “OH FUCK!” she screamed. “FUCK ME!” Ty chuckled. Robert slid his hands up her waist and around to squeeze her breasts, pinching her swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Linda felt the pressure building. “Gonna… gonna… cum again,” she gasped.
“I’’m about to nut,” grunted Ty, his huge biceps swelling as he bounced her on his cock even faster.
“This ass is so fucking tight,” growled Robert, slamming his cock in deeper in her bowels then it had been yet propelled by Ty pulling her down hard on his cock.
It was timed nearly perfectly. Her bowels were suddenly flooded with liquid heat as Robert erupted in her ass. His cock pumped a second load in her ass just as Ty’s penis exploded in her womb. “AAAHHH!” She screamed as her own orgasm broke, releasing the pressure in her womb and her breasts as twin jets of her mother’s milk shot out of her nipples to splatter on Ty’s chest. Linda’s eyes rolled up in her head and she went limp between the two men.
Linda came to her senses, the men were still working their cocks in her body, they were still jerking and throbbing, sending small jets of their semen into her body. Ty squeezed her ass cheeks and lifted her up, Robert’s cock exiting her ass just before Ty lifted her off his monster cock. He gently set her down on her feet, the two men holding her steady as her legs were weak. Their semen began pouring from her stretched out holes falling to the tiles and mixing with the shower water before running down the drain.
“Damn gurl, you got a great pussy,” muttered Ty, nuzzling her face and kissing her again. She kissed him back. “Gimme your number so we can hook up again.”
“I… I can’t,” she told him. “I’m married.” Fuck George, she thought. This was his fault for not touching her in a year. “I have a family.”
Ty smirked at her. “We’ll see,” he replied, turning his chest towards the spray of shower and rinsing her milk off his chest. He stepped back and let the shower clean his cock off. It was still a monster, sticking outwards before drooping down nearly a foot. “See ya soon,” he said, stepping out of the shower.
Robert squirted some bodywash on his palm and rubbed it into his brown shaft, jerking it off to clean it. When he finished, it was sticking straight out again, hard as a rock. He turned it towards her. Linda’s legs felt weak. She fell to her knees before her husband’s boss and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. It tasted soapy, but good. She stared up at him as she sucked his cock.
Outside the shower, Ty was toweling himself dry. He chuckled. “You’re hooked white girl.” Linda pulled back, glancing sideways at the muscular black giant. “See you soon,” said Ty, turning to leave the shower.
She turned her attention back on Robert, bracing herself on his thighs and sucking his hard brown cock, her nose getting closer and closer to his pubes until she pushed forwards and her nose pushed into his pubes. Robert patted her hair to show his approval. She held still his cock balls deep in her mouth. She pulled back bobbing her head again, looking up at him as she sucked his dick. He smiled down at her, his hand on his head guiding her up and down his cock.
“Gonna nut soon, Linda,” he said.
Linda took over bobbing faster, his cock swelled, hardening even more just before it jerked and semen began hosing her uvula. She pulled back, her mouth filling with his hot semen. She gulped a mouthful down, relishing in the taste of Robert’s potent sperm. It took three more spasms for her mouth to fill again. She swallowed, pulling her mouth back to the head and jerking his shaft with one hand, squeezing it forward to drain every last drop of his semen.
Linda stared up at him, slowly pulling back. The flare of his glans passed under her upper lip. Her lips slowly slid over his rounded cock head, closing down at the tip, to plant a kiss on it. “This cock is yours whenever you want it,” said Robert.
Linda sat back on her legs and sighed as she stared down the length of his big beautiful shaft, still hard and bobbing slightly. She sighed as she stared at it, not wanting this to be the last time she saw Robert’s cock. “Sorry Robert,” she told him. “Mandy’s a lucky woman.”
He smiled and helped her to her feet. “George is a lucky man,” he replied. He winked at her and stepped out of the shower.
Linda rinsed off again and when she stepped out of the shower the black men were gone and her bag with the change of clothes was waiting for her outside the door. She changed and left for home.
**********
Her nipples hardened, stretching out the already taut bikini top that barely covered a third of her breasts. Linda stared through her sunglasses as Robert and George appeared walking along the pool at the yacht club. George had to attend to a client and was dressed in slacks, a dress shirt and tie, but her eyes weren’t on her husband; they were on Robert. Her husband’s boss wasn’t wearing the tiny briefs he’d worn on his boat, but tight cycling-shorts swim trunks. Her eyes ran down his bare brown chest, resting on the sizeable bulge beneath the fabric.
Robert saw her and did a double take. He froze, staring. The corner of Linda’s lips curled into a smug grin.
George noticed Robert had stopped and followed his gaze to the two sunbathing women. “LINDA!” He hurried forward, Robert trailing behind. “What on earth are you wearing?”
“My new bikini,” she replied coolly, finishing the last of her margarita.
“I picked it out for her,” Mandy added with a smile that faltered the instant she saw her own husband’s eyes glued to Linda’s near-nude body.
“You don’t like it?” Linda asked, sitting up on the cot.
“You… you’re barely covered,” George stammered, eyes sweeping up and down.
Linda stood slowly. Robert’s gaze ran up and down her body, his head bobbed slightly nodding in approval. “I bought it for you, George.”
Shocked, George pulled his wife aside. “I love the new outfits you’ve been buying, but this bikini is too much. Everyone’s staring at you.”
“I know,” she whispered, stepping closer. “It makes me feel wanted. You haven’t touched me in over a year, George.”
His face fell. “I’m sorry—”
She stepped back, hands on hips, displaying her oiled, nearly naked body. “Why don’t you find me attractive anymore?”
“I do! You’re stunning, but after the baby—”
“Robert hasn’t stopped staring at me,” she cut in softly. “He’s staring at my ass right now.”
George glanced over his shoulder and noticed his boss was staring at Linda. His eyes glanced down at the thong rear of her bikini, her bare cheeks glistening in the sun. His breath caught.
Linda’s voice dropped to a purr. “Maybe I should go ask your boss if he finds me attractive.”
George gulped. She noticed the growing bulge in his slacks, reached out, and boldly cupped it. He jerked but didn’t pull away.
“Looks like somebody likes the idea of me showing off,” she teased, giving a gentle squeeze before letting go. Interesting, she thought.
George’s cheeks burned. He glanced nervously around to make sure no one was looking. Mandy had pulled Robert away from ogling her friend. “It’s my fault. I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry.”
Linda softened, stepping into him. “Then let’s break our drought tonight.”
He nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. Tonight.”
She hugged him and he embraced her back, not caring that her slick, oiled body was ruining his dress shirt. George wrapped his arms around her, breathing her in.
“I accepted the promotion from Robert,” he murmured into her hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. It comes with more travel. I leave Friday night for five days.”
She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
“But the raise is big,” he continued quickly. “Big enough you can buy all the sexy new outfits you want. And when I’m home, I’ll watch the baby so you can have free time. Deal?”
She smiled, kissed him softly. “Deal. Now go change and bring us fresh margaritas.”
George hurried off, happier than he’d been in months. Linda walked over to her lounge chair.
**********
Mandy and Robert were embracing alongside the pool. Mandy was pouting. “Everybody’s staring at Linda,” she whined.
“Well, she looks amazing,” said Robert, trying to glance back at Linda, but Mandy smacked his chest. “But not as amazing as you,” he quickly added.
“I wanna look more amazing.”
“What do you mean, baby?”
“I want big titties like Linda’s. I want a boob job.”
Robert’s cock gave a lurch. “Your breasts are amazing, Mandy.”
“But I want them to be more amazing. Buy me new boobs, as big as Linda’s.”
Robert pretended not to look interested. “If that's what you want… you sure?”
“The thought of new boobies is making me hot.”
Then you should cool off.” Robert gave a little push and his shocked wife plummeted into the pool with a splash.
Robert slid onto the side of Mandy’s lounge chair, the cushion dipping under his weight. His cycling shorts did nothing to hide the thick swell straining the fabric.
“You look incredible in that bikini, Linda.”
“Thank you,” she said, voice low. “And thanks for promoting George.”
“Well, I have to confess. I have an ulterior motive for getting rid of George.”
Her phone buzzed. “I’d better check that. My parents have the baby.” She glanced at the screen. “It’s from Ty!”
“He made me give him your number. I got it off Mandy’s phone.”
LInda’s eyes widened and she gasped. Robert noticed her chest rising and falling as she stared. She turned the phone around so he could see it.
Robert shaded his eyes. The screen was filled with an image of Ty’s erect black cock. Are you missing this yet? written beneath it.
“God yes,” she mumbled, as she typed.
How’s this weekend sound?
“He wants to meet up this weekend,” she told Robert.
“He knows George will be out of town.”
Linda looked up. George was coming wearing his baggy swim trunks. His pale soft chest and slight gut hanging over the front of his suit. He was carrying two fresh margaritas and had a smile on his face. Mandy was climbing up the ladder out of the pool behind him. She quickly turned her attention to her phone, typing away.
“What did you tell him?” asked Robert when she finished texting.
“I told him, I can’t wait.” She scrolled down slightly to stare at Ty’s huge black cock. “It’s true, you know.”
“What?”
“I can’t wait,” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “Saturday’s a long way off. You think you could take a long lunch on Monday?”
Robert nodded, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. “I could even take a half day. I am the boss after all.”
“Then take the whole day,” she replied. She laid down on the cot, stretching. “I can’t wait.”
Robert stared at the tiny bikini top stretched taut around her breasts, hard nipples poking through the top surrounded by wet spots. His eyes ran down her lithe figure to her panties. A wet spot was growing between her legs.
“Neither can I,” he replied.
THE END
Author’s Note: This updated edition features several changes. The character of Robert Marsh in the original story was a white male. He was changed into a black male for the comic version of the story illustrated by Kaoscomics. The original story didn’t feature the shower scene off the boat, which was also added for the comic.
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