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Chapter 5 by Zingiber Zingiber

How is Justin and Latifah's skindiving trip going?

Broiled lobster!

While John and Doe considered the resort's "special services" menu and their friends Franz and Rosalia enjoyed a sticky afternoon with Franz's first lover Maria and her husband Miguel, their friends Justin and Latifah were skin-diving, nude but for mask, snorkel, and flippers, above a reef full of colorful coral and fish.

Latifah was in the lead, kicking forward with powerful strokes of her swim fins. She trailed a tight-packed waterproof bag from a line. Justin followed behind, enjoying the view between his wife's legs. When she changed directions or kicked extra hard, he saw little flashes of the bright pink center of her pussy against her dark brown skin.

Latifah led him under a submerged bridge of coral and up into a hidden lagoon. They played together in the clear blue water of the white-sanded shallows, rubbing against each other like dolphins, then playing pinch-and-tickle. Latifah was quicker, and managed to pinch his butt or tweak his cock head far more often than he laid fingers on her nipples, buttocks, or fuzzy mound. When Latifah's hand closed around Justin's fully erect cock, they surfaced and quit the game.

Latifah spat out her snorkel. "Better get you up on land, white boy," she said. "You're due to get parked in the shade and slapped up with a new coat of sun stuff."

Justin spat out his. "Shade, yes," he said, feeling the beginnings of a sun-touched warmth on his skin. "Let's wait to put it on until we're ready to get up and around again." He squeezed one particular muscle, and his cock swelled in his wife's hand.

"Well hel-lo sailor," Latifah said. "I won't argue. That sun stuff tastes like duct tape, and that's not what I like to put on my wieners."

Justin laughed. He and Latifah walked hand in hand up the narrow beach and into the shade of a clump of small palms. They zipped open their waterproof bags and unpacked a red-checked tablecloth, water bottles, snacks, suntan cream, a little bottle of pearly Liquid Silk lubricant, and a few sundries.

They scraped away fallen palm fronds and laid out the tablecloth under the trees. After a drink of water, they fed each other sweet morsels of fruit, nuts, and chocolate, kissing each other lightly on the fingers and lips, lingering longer each time until snacktime turned into a lover's battle of tongues, pressing sweet and spicy bits into each other's mouths. They collapsed in laughter. Latifah rolled over and lay on her back on the tablecloth, spreading her legs. Justin knelt, bending to put his head at the yoke of her legs. He kissed her prominent, fuzzy mound of Venus, the top of her large, strong thighs, the darker brown swells of her outer lips. His wet tongue tip quested forward, parting and opening her labia, teasing out the shy, purple-brown inner lips, and revealing the shocking pink of her center.

Justin moistened his fingertips with lubricant, and stroked the little pink folds at the entrance of her vagina. "Oh sugar," she said. He put his head down and sucked at her dark-hooded clitoris. "Oh! Yeah..." she said. He went round the clock, licking her lips from seven round to clit at twelve and down to five, keeping his fingers stroking slippery lube at six o'clock low. He clenched his tongue, sharpening the tip, and raked it back and forth across her little pee-hole at six o'clock high. Latifah's thighs shook. "Ooooohhww," she cried. Then he started over again from the clitoris.

"Oh baby," Latifah said after several rounds of this. "Let me touch my clitty, I wanna come."

Justin lashed his tongue back and forth across her inner labia, then raised his head and asked, "Where do you want me, lover?"

"Ooh, can you lick my ass, baby? Please, baby?"

Justin grunted, pretending ****, but since Latifah had coaxed him into rimming her, he'd never had a bad experience. Sometimes there was a faint bitter taste or meaty smell, but that was it, and it was a turnon for him because Latifah always went off like a rocket.

"Please, baby, please, with sugar on top?" she begged.

"Okay," he said. "Pull your knees back, little girl." His wife pulled her knees up and back, spreading herself wider and exposing the pleated disk of her rear hole between her buttocks. Justin smiled at the flash of pink at the center of her pussy. Latifah's fingers walked down from her fuzzy mound toward her clitoris as Justin patiently licked his way down her pussy, making sure all the stops along the route were tingling and glowing. He paused, then kissed his wife, his lips to her black rosebud. She trembled. He circled his tongue tip around the radiating pleats of her anus, tickling each sensitive ridge as he went round and round.

Latifah exploded into orgasm. She moaned loudly and bucked her hips, kicking her legs out. A heel smacked Justin's shoulder, and he winced. A squirt of slippery fluid splashed his cheeks and nose. Justin jumped up with his erect cock in hand and climbed into the saddle atop his climaxing wife. She moaned and spasmed again with a stronger orgasm as he entered her. He set a fast stroke in her tight, hot cunt. She gasped in a deep breath, shuddered it out, and put her arms around him, pulling his face down to hers and sucking his tongue into her mouth. She bit down gently on his lip and his rising seed boiled over, shooting jets into her womb as he bucked his final thrusts into her.

Justin lay on top of Latifah in the afterglow. She never complained about the pressure of his weight, his slim frame being no burden to her. They rested in the shade on the red-checked tablecloth.

The wind shifted, bringing the aroma of a beach barbecue nearby. Justin blinked and looked up. He saw smoke rising barely twenty yards away, through a thin patch of palm trees. He shifted off his wife and sat up for a better look. Two young men were working on all-over tans while a little charcoal grill was cooking away. The young men's white butts and backs suggested they were tourists with a long way to go to the even bronze they were probably after.

Latifah rolled over. She sniffed and sat up by Justin. "Makes me hungry," she said.

"The boys or the barbecue?" Justin asked.

"The boys, silly," she said. "Fellows like that be lucky to make scrambled eggs let alone trust them with a fire."

Justin stretched, feeling warm and sexually spent. "Got your travel kit there?" he asked.

Latifah held up the little zippered case with condoms and other necessities to make impulse connections safer and more comfortable.

"Go get 'em," he said. He stretched out and lay back on the tablecloth. "You know you had another wet come?" he said.

"Poor loverboy," Latifah said. "That's three times now? You must be doing something special to me, I've never splashed a man before you." Latifah kissed his cheek. She rose and waded back into the shallows to wash off the fresh scent of sex before she introduced herself to the nude young men, obvious tourists and probably Americans.

Justin dozed. He woke, still lolling sleepily in the shade, and watched his wife strike a pose in front of one of the young men, her hand on her hip. She held up her finger. He laughed and wagged a finger back. She put both hands on her hips and stuck out her chin. His friend said something and tried to cut in. The first young man shrugged his shoulders and dipped his head in surrender. Latifah smiled and stepped forward. She ripped open a condom package and rolled a bright yellow rubber onto his shaft. Justin smiled. One of the pineapple flavored ones. His friend got a white one. Coconut. Justin's eyelids flickered sleepily as his wife had her way with the young tourists. After a few minutes of sucking one, then the other, Latifah arranged one of them standing behind her and the other in front, hugging, touching, kissing her lips, neck, ears, breasts, buttocks. Then she crouched on the ground. Justin's last sight was of Mr. Pineapple's pale butt thrusting into Latifah from the rear as Mr. Coconut fed her his milky white rod. His cock twitched, but he was too sleepy to do anything about it. He slept.

Justin woke later, feeling hot and a little feverish. He opened his eyes to see his legs roasting in full sun, almost up to his crotch. He scrambled fully into the shade and yelped at the pain of his burned skin. Latifah slept nearby. She was lying limply on her side, looking like a cat poured over a stoop on a hot day.

How bad is Justin's sunburn?

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