Chapter 11

Morning. The sun was off at a distance, slowly rising over the horizon. Seagulls and other beach birds squawked as they glided across the sky in search of a meal. The beach was still relatively quiet aside from a few early morning joggers. Bree laid on top of Allen as his cock filled her cunt, he pressed his thumb into her tight puckered ring and listen to her moan.

He had been dying to pop her anal cherry ever since he heard that she had never tried anal. During their last few sessions, he had prepped her, by fingering her tight little hole. He knew he had a lot of cock and that it wasn’t going to be easy accommodating him.

“Ahh, fuck Allen, shit, babe,” she moaned. He continued to stroke her nice and slow until he heard a soft hum from her, “Ummmmm.”

He whispered into her ear, “I think you’re ready.”

She was scared. Her ex had tried numerous times, but she would always chicken out. She didn’t think she could handle it, but Allen was convincing. He eased her into it. Got her passed the pain to pleasure. She dismounted his cock and tooted her ass in the air. He got in position and surveyed her petty round bottom. He rubbed and gave it a nice slap.

He opened her up and saw her hole was no longer tight. He placed his tip at the entrance and slowly pushed, “Relax, babe, you can do this,” he coached.

“Ah fuck,” she said as she buried her face into the pillow. Her ass began to swallow the entirety of his cock. She was nice and stretched. Allen’s forehead beaded with sweat as he finally found a nice rhythm allowing her to get used to him. When he saw her throw it back on his cock, he smiled, “Yeah, that’s it.”

He gripped the top of her ass, then her hips, pulling her into him. Their bodies ricocheted repeatedly as they bumped and grinded. He pulled her up so she could sit back onto his cock while he fingered her cunt with his right and toyed with her pearl with the left.

He brought his left finger up to her mouth and she sucked his finger. Her body began to quake. Her legs attempted to close, but he held the right open and felt her pussy contract on his finger and her ass tighten on his cock. She cried out, “Oh fuck, Allen, no.”

“You want me to stop,”

“No,”

“Okay.”

He eased her down until her body was flat, his chest to her back. He held her hands and pushed his cock deep into her ass and bit on her shoulder as his balls tightened. He grunted, “Fuck,” as he emptied into her hole. When he pulled out, he saw the cum leak from her ass along with her juices. He slapped her brown butt and collapsed next to her, “You did good.”

She chuckled, “Oh my god. I did.”

“Would you do it again?”

She nodded, “I would.”

After shower and breakfast, Bree donned a sexy red string bikini with a white crochet maxi cover-up dress. She stood on the deck of the condo as he stood a few feet away snapping shots of her as the sun kissed her skin.

He walked over and showed her the shots, “You are beautiful, you could be a model.”

She blushed, “Well thank you.”

He kissed her mouth, “We should get ready, I have an awesome day planned for us. One where we won’t have to worry about running into any more of your crazy ex’s friends.”

“Now, that sounds wonderful.”

“Let’s head out.”

They ended up at this dock that had several types of boats. “Are we taking a boat ride?” she asked with her face aglow.

He grinned as he walked with her up to an older gentleman with a fluffy white beard and a head full of white hair, “You must be Allen,” he said with his arm stretched out for a handshake.

“I am sir.” He shook the man’s hand.

“Let me show you to one of my finest watercraft,” he said as she walked along the deck. Bree was impressed. She had never done anything that fancy with her ex.

“Here she is,” he said as he guided Allen to the boat and Helped Bree up. It was a Cutwater C-24, a nice-sized craft. He showed them around, “there’s a bathroom, nice and clean,” he pointed to the ice chest, “there are drinks and the sandwiches and fruit you asked for, and I think that’s about it,” he said with a smile that was full of wisdom and life.

“Are you not taking us?” asked Bree.

They chuckled, “Well, your boo thang here told me he knew a little about sailing boats. I thought I’d let him try.”

She gave Allen a look. He laughed, “I have a boater’s license. They don’t give those to anyone. I promise you’ll be fine.”

“The water’s pretty calm where you’re headed. No need to worry pretty lady.”

She nodded, “Okay.”

“Stay out as long as you like. Bring her back here and secure her to the dock.” He placed his hand on his shoulder, “Y’all have yourselves a good old time.”

“Thanks, sir.”

She bit her lip, “I had no idea you were spoiling me today.”

“You said to convince you, right?”

She watched as he prepared the boat to leave, releasing the bow and stern and using a paddle to push away from the dock. The current pulled them out a little before Allen took off on the open water.

Kate was in D.C. visiting her aunt. Yet, she had only spent a few hours on Friday at her aunt’s home. She had a friend from college that she visited twice a year. They would meet at an apartment that Kate owned.

She sat on the sofa with her friend Judith a tall slender woman with jet black hair and soft brown eyes. Her hands with pretty polish rubbed Kate’s feet, “I forgot to ask you, how is Allen?”

She allowed a small chuckle to escape, “He’s with our neighbor on the beach.”

“Someone bought the house? Is he married or single?”

“She’s not married. Very young and beautiful. A black woman, she’s sweet.”

Judith gasped, “You got Allen a girlfriend. How nice of you.” She smiled, “Paul has been fucking his secretary for years. I tell you it’s good to have someone to occupy their time.”

Kate nodded, “Don’t get me wrong, I love fucking Allen. But—”

Judith nodded. She understood. It wasn’t that Kate was just having medical issues. She also had an appetite for other things. She and Judith had experimented with each other in college. They never considered themselves Lesbians, but they did love getting together.

Judith smiled, “Do feel up to it?”