Drinks, a Towel, and Some Sand

Mia and you find an open package store and pick up a six pack of seltzers. Next door in a beach supply place you buy a couple of towels. After that it’s a quick walk to the beach.

The sand is warm and the sound of the surf is soothing. Mia slips a bikini top under her shirt. Then takes off her shirt. She repeats the feat with her bottom.

You admire her tight toned body. Then you spot it. There is a black boil on her inner thigh.

“Mia, what’s that?” You point at the boil.

“Nothing! Just a blackhead!”

“Are you certain?”

“I won’t…I won’t become like them! They’re evil! Hypocrites to the core. They should be cleansed from the earth! Beaten! Shot!”

You feel yourself swept up in her speech. You hate the racist bastards, you want to take a baseball bat and beat them to nothing more than a pulp.

“Mm, you smell delicious, Jamaal. Fuck me! Fuck me now!”

You free you cock, no longer caring about public indecency laws, you part her. You only desire is to pound her hard.

She moans and purrs in delight as you fuck her like an animal.

You cum and lay beside her feeling spent and very strange. You look at Mia. You love her. The strangeness passes and you feel normal.

“Mia, I don’t think whatever he did will make you a racist. You just did something to me.”

Her fingers dance on your chest. “And, you did something to me.”

“Mia, I hate fucked you. Tell me you love me.”

“That’s silly, Jamaal.”

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I lo…Ow!”

She grasps her belly in obvious pain.

“I love…”

She screams and passes out.

Her eyes flicker open a few minutes later.

“I’m so sorry, Jamaal. He left something inside me.”

“Promise me you won’t do that to me again.”

“I promise, Jamaal.”

“Now let’s find a way to cure you.”