...me, My friend.

Mary Jane walked into her cabin and stripped down to get dressed when Peter walked in the front door.

“MJ, glad you’re here, I wanted to explain.” Peter said as he started to beg and plead as the bedroom door slammed shut. Peter could only wait outside as his wife changed.

“Ti..Peter, just shut up for now. I’m still pissed off and am going to get a drink at the pool by myself.” MJ walked out of their bedroom wearing a Brazilian bikini with transparent strings. In her hand was a see-through sarong wrap and a small clutch. Giving no fucks about Peter’s heated gaze MJ stormed out of the cabin without bothering to look back, not seeing Peter’s gaze to one of hesitation and sadness. He knew he had fucked up.

“Hey MJ, nice swimsuit,” a pleasant, affable baritones of Robby intoned as MJ reached the infinity pools cabanas.

MJ gave a whirl to the adoring crowd of one, “Thanks a lot, I’m going to grab a drink and catch some rays.” It was nice to have a friend who didn’t look at her like a piece of meat. Of course, his wife would probably cut his balls off if he did.

“Gotcha, the bars over there in the pool, so you’ll have to take a swim. Need help with lotion?”

“Thanks for the offer, maybe when I get back.”

MJ left the sarong on a couch and walked to the edge of the huge pool. Gracefully arching forward, she swan dove perfectly into the barely rippling water, the cool skin hitting her in the most relaxing way. Her body had been through so much the past few days and almost always overheated, that the cool water was a god sent. So relaxing was the pool she decided to let her muscles get some more exercise and began five full laps back and forth. Her form perfect in the water, gliding effortlessly from end to end in her own medley of strokes.

Robbie wasn’t dead yet, not nearly, and got hard as rock as he watched MJ dive into the pool, her bikini clad ass exposed as she began to freestyle the first length. She wasn’t setting records, but her form was sublime as it went through the water. Robbie looked around, grabbed the lotion and squirted some on his hand and pulled his cock out and began stroking. Eyes fixed on the redhead’s ass as her muscles rippled through the water. He felt himself close to cumming when she hit the other end and to his chagrin changed to the breaststroke, coming back he could really only see her face deciding to take his time and pull out his phone to record the swim for later.

He prayed she would do another lap freestyle, or gulping, backstroke. His wish was granted as she flipped smoothly onto her back on her third lap. He nearly had a stroke himself when he saw that her tiny Brazilian bikini had shifted on her protruding mounds, riding down and exposing her pink nipples. Not hard, but delightful. Zooming in, he fought not to cum as he searched for a place to release. Without any recourse, he unscrewed the near empty suntan lotion and came hard as he stared at MJ’s boobs and nipples. It was an impressive load as his wife had gotten sick after the party last night and he hadn’t gotten off in nearly three days.

Satisfied he put his softening penis away and began to watch as MJ swam her final two laps, while he shook the lotion bottle, mixing his cum with the remaining lotion. Smirking as he thought about rubbing it into the redhead later. His film catching each stroke of MJ took in the pool.

Swimming up to the bar, MJ noticed the bartender staring at her tits, not something new for her but something she didn’t expect from the older brunette.

“Girl, you are hot and it’s not me judging but I doubt you want to show your tits off that much.” Commented the woman as she pointed a mixer at MJ.

MJ looked down and exclaimed, “Shit, thanks. Err...”

“Call me Quinn. I have your drink ready, sorry if the ice melted a bit.” The bartender said with amusement.

“My drink, but I haven’t ordered yet.” Stammered MJ.

Grinning, Quinn said sliding a yellow drink to the stunned MJ, “Man called a while ago and said to serve you this if you stopped by and charge it to the cabin.”

“What’s it called?” MJ asked, feeling happy her Master had been so kind, until she heard the answer and almost fell over in embarrassment.

“Salty Caramel Lemon Drop.” The bartender deadpanned not noticing MJ’s face. “Just use this floaty to get it back to your cabana.”

“Thanks,” MJ said before paddling away; quick to get away as her loins heated up in the cool pool water, thinking about how she described Nick’s scrotum’s taste. Sweet, salty, earthy with a hint of lemon. What a rascal.

Robbie noticed her distraction, even through the disappointment of seeing her nipples covered, as she waltzed over to the cabana a drink in hand. Distracted enough so she didn’t notice the man was just now turning the camera off on his phone.

“Get what you wanted MJ?” queried Robbie.

MJ came out of her thoughts about Nick and his scrotum and took a sip of her drink, only to picture herself on her knees licking the man. Damnit, this would be a long afternoon. “Yeah, just a bit tired after all the exercising today. Planning to finish this and get some last rays of sun.”

“Nice, well I’m going to snooze in here, but let me know if you need an extra hand with the lotion. The bottle is almost empty but there should be enough for a few more people.” Robbie said before lying down on the cabana sofa trying and failing to hide his growing penis. MJ didn’t notice the small protrusion forming as most men would get hard seeing her like this and she had come to mostly ignore it when it happened. Some part of her brain did register the fact he was hard and she did feel a bit sad for her friend as it appeared her husband had a micro-penis, even smaller than Peter’s less than average one. ‘Guess that disproves the whole, “all black men are hung theory.”’ MJ mused.

Slowly she lost herself in her thoughts, laying back and dreaming of Nick’s cock and balls as she sipped on her drink.

A light buzz going through her head, she decided she better get the last rays of sun before it was too dark. She had already missed the best time by being ravished by Nick and Felicia. Squirting some lotion on her she began by applying it to her face, arms, legs, and stomach before she realized she couldn’t reach her back properly.

“Robbie, could you do me a favor and come over to the pool chairs over there, they have the best sun right now. I already applied lotion to every part of my body but my back. I would love if you could get that for me.” MJ asked sweetly, not knowing she had just spread her friends semen all over her body, effectively giving herself a facial in the process.

Giggling internally at the fact MJ now had his cum spread all over her body the man stood up, “Sure MJ just go lay down and I’ll follow.”

As he watched the supermodel position herself on the pool chair, Robbie shucked his swimsuit as he was wearing a speedo underneath. Then he took the lotion bottle and shook it vigorously. Squirting some of the milky white substance on the beautiful back he ‘accidentally’ let some fall on her ass as well.

“Alright, let me get that into you. Don’t want you to get burned.” Robbie said as he knelt with both legs over MJ’s thighs, pulling out his penis, a distance Nick would have been able to achieve penetration from into her toned ass. With one hand he pushed down on the exposed back, intentionally getting a finger into her bikini string and tugging, “MJ, mind if untie your bikini strings, I assume you don’t want lines.”

With his other hand, he was again furiously jerking off.

“Yeah sure.” A slightly **** and totally exhausted MJ responded without hesitation, thinking he meant the ones on her back.

Taking advantage of the intentionally misleading words, he began lifting and untying every string on her backside as he stared at her ass and jerked at his penis. Making sure they all hung to the side, offering zero protection from his roving eyes, he felt himself close to cumming again.

Robbie proceeded to massage MJ’s back, his strong fingers kneeding her skin the relaxing massage soothing her frayed nerves until she fell asleep. Taking advantage of the sleeping woman, Robbie pulled on his penis out as he bent down to sniff her delectable ass and getting a delightfully full view of her pussy.

Knowing she was out, Robbie placed his hard penis at her pink slit and slowly pushed in, moving to continue his massage. Robbie’s penis slid into MJ’s crotch space, easily penetrating her pussy. MJ barely noticed it, as it was thinner than Peter’s fingers and she was a bit buzzed after her drink with no food the whole day, exhausted and very sleep deprived. She only felt it when it entered her completely, directly hitting her G-Spot, the soft mushroomy head pushing directly onto the spongy pad. Then with hips of magic Robbie began to write with his penile pencil, stirring the exhausted redhead from slumber, but not fully waking her.

MJ had thought Nick had excellent cock control but if she were awake she would know it was nothing compared to Robbie, he was writing poems on her G-spot, wielding his tiny cock as a man would wield a pen. An experienced reporter, his prose was divine as he swiftly covered her soft spot with all manner of words as he got MJ to have minor orgasm after minor orgasm. Approximately the same as when Felicia had fingered her, so much so the sleepy redhead thought she was dreaming of Felicia fingering her. The tiniest cock she had ever had was proving size was not everything, but still size did matter as she never hit her highest peaks and never woke despite the entry. “Right there Felicia, god that’s good.” mumbled the dreaming supermodel.

“Fuck you are loose back here; I won’t get off for hours at this rate.” Said Robbie whispered in a complaining tone, “You’re hot, but my wife is tighter. Peter must be hung like a horse, but I doubt he got you off in such quick succession. Fuck this, it’s not worth my time.”

MJ’s brain was shut off but her body seemed to react to the challenge; as it did what Nick taught her and clamped down on the tiny cock, milking it for all it was worth, locking it in her pussy until it came in dribbles, the amount barely noticeable.

With a slap to the ass which jolted MJ from her sleep causing her to sit up and have her bikini drop from her body, Robbie stood and said proudly, “Not bad girl, guess Pete taught you how to milk a cock, good for him.” He gave MJ a casual up and down with his eyes, devouring her body, as she flinched backward and covered herself with her hands. Unsure of what just happened, MJ could only stammer and watch as the tall handsome black man sauntered off back to his cabin.

MJ just lay there letting the teaspoon of cum dribble from her pussy confused at what her friend just did to her, unsure if she had just been used. She only slightly registered the fact she had been having a lewd dream about Felicia fingering her and was left feeling unsatisfyingly empty, her cunt begging to have Nick’s fat juicy cock inside. Reaching between her legs she began to touch her slit only to feel the familiar sticky substance. Taking a bit from her twat and bringing it to her lips, she confirmed through her haze Robbie had indeed fucked her and she hadn’t even noticed. Shit, she would have to let Nick know about this and let him judge if she should be punished. She hadn’t exactly hated the first punishment, but she was still a bit pissed about it. As she contemplated, she realized she was more pissed she had been fucked without permission than the fact Robbie had basically **** her. What was her problem? Was she truly now just a slut to be fucked by anyone?

Reaching behind her, MJ tied her bikini bottom again and lay back down to tan, letting her brain hit the snooze button. Perhaps she should be angry at Robbie but she just didn’t have it in her at the moment after her experience with Craig and Nick. Knowing the sun was too low already to get too much of a tan let alone a burn she let herself drift. She didn’t wake until it the sun was already setting in the sky, even the bartender was gone.

Diving back into the pool, she took two laps before checking her suit and walking down to the beach, sarong wrapped around her hips, even transparent it covered and hid her ass in the dusk.