Cucked in the Tropics Ch. 02

"Oh god," Mei grunted, struggling to catch her breath. She reached her arms above her head and hug onto a low hanging branch, bucking herself against Andre's body. "Don't stop. Don't stop... just keep going." She begged.

"I'm not stopping baby," he moaned, hands moving to her hips and gripping tightly. His body drove into her in deep long strokes, that gave Callie a sense of just how mammoth his organ really was. Callie began to rub her clit in fast little motions.

"You're my slut until I'm done," he grunted.

Mei moaned louder. Not a hint of regret on her face.

"Say it," Andre barked at her in a voice so rough and forceful, that it made Callie jump. At the same time, her body was leaking juices onto her fast moving fingers.

"I'm your slut," she agreed. "I'm your slut." Her eyes shut, her head thrown back. Her hips were working, trying to meet Andre's powerful thrusts, but she was doing barely a fraction of the work compared to what this hulking muscular tower of a man was doing to her.

"You might be with your husband," he continued to grunt, "But out here, the only one you're married to is me."

"Yessss," she cried out, and Callie realized that Mei was in the throws of a long string of orgasms, the likes of which, she probably wasn't used to. Not if what she'd confided to Callie about June's lack of endowment was true. Her cries of pleasure went on and on, and when Mei was finally able to speak again, she blurted out "I don't have a husband when you're around."

"You know your place," he grunted, his hips slowing to long deep stabs as he rammed himself into her pussy again and again. "It's right here on my cock."

"I'm all yours," she told him, her face a mask of pleasure. Pleasure that she had never experienced before, and that Callie could only imagine. Her voice lost to the fog of her post orgasm. She was clearly growing exhausted as the waves of pleasure in her body receded.

"Good girl," Andre grunted. He withdrew his cock from her body with a wet sucking sound. As it dropped into view, Callie almost gasped again. He really was huge. Nearly a foot long, or damn close. No wonder his swim trunks bulged the way they had. Fully erect, there was probably no chance he'd even be able to put them back on.

"Service me," Andre ordered Mei, like a lord would order a servant girl. "Now," he added a snarl for good measure.

Without a word of protest, Mei dropped to her knees in eager delight. She wrapped her hand around his shaft... or at least tried to. A small woman like Mei stood no chance of getting her fingers completely around Andre's girth. His cock was as thick as a tree branch. The head, like an apple dipped in dark chocolate. As Mei shrank to her knees and positioned her face in front of Andre's shaft, Callie thought the small honeymooning wife stood no chance of fitting that thing in her mouth.

But Mei wasn't going to let her opportunity to pleasure this sexual beast slip away. Callie felt like she understood. She would be just as intimidated by Andre... and her first instinct would be to pleasure him like he'd never been pleasured before... to please him, to make him happy with her... Callie sucked in a breath as she spun her fingers faster on her clit, building up to her own inevitable conclusion. Her hand gripped her breast harder... the way a hulking alpha of a man would need to grope her.

Mei licked her lips, opened her mouth and proceeded to fit Andre's tool inside.

"Suck that black dick, girl." Andre said, folding his fingers around her ponytail and holding her head by it. "Suck it."

And indeed Mei did. She bobbed her mouth on it, taking him deeper. Muted moans came from her small frame. Mei wrapped both hands around Andre's shaft as she gorged herself on his penis. Callie was shocked that there was even enough room for her to place both hands along it. Whenever she stroked Jake as she sucked him, she only ever had enough room to pinch him between her thumb and forefinger. Mei was able to use every part of both hands. Callie took note. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She felt like the whole earth was shaking, not just her body.

Mei sucked like her life depended on it, her voice making eager muffled sounds. "Mmwahh mmwahh mwahh!" she moaned out loud, as though she was making kissing sounds.

Andre was pushing his cock deeper with each plunge of Mei's mouth. He was testing her limits to see how far she could take it.

Callie's own mouth was hanging open. Her breathing in quick deep draws. It was coming now, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

Andre bit his own lip, gazing down at Mei with approval in his eyes. Otherwise, he said nothing, and focused his concentration on fucking this married slut's face. His cock began to hit the back of her throat. "Glug glug glug!" Mei's moans turned wet and choking, but still she didn't let up. With tears in her eyes, she held on, bobbed her head for all she was worth, worked her tongue to take quick tastes along his shaft, and spun her hands along his length like mad. Andre's balls swung in a steady rhythm, bumping against her chin as he took this happy bride for all she was worth.

It was all too much. The excitement, the watching, being out in public, witnessing the defilement of a small young wife by this bull of a man. Callie's body began to quiver, taking over her orgasm and guiding it from there. She braced against the tree and clapped her hand over her mouth. Then it was happening. Stars danced in front of her vision. Her hips humped forward out of pure reflex, seeking what they needed-- something big and hard inside of her.

Her pale flesh broke out in goosebumps, and the rush of wetness between her legs told the story of how aroused she had been throughout this secret peep show of hers.

Oh god, it was so much more powerful than anything she'd felt before, because piggy backing on the tail end of her first orgasm, came another. Callie barreled through, working her hands in a blur around her clit. She shut her eyes, clenching her mouth shut to keep from accidentally crying out in pleasure. Fireworks behind her eyelids. She was certain she'd never stop. But eventually it did. She came-to, a quivering soaked mess of hormones, sweat, and lust.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Andre staring at her from the clearing. His eyes were burning with intensity. Not the smooth-talking flirt from the tiki bar, but an animal at his wildest-- devoting all of his focus to consummating with this new mate. Callie had never seen a look like that on a man's face, and for a second, all she could do was freeze in shock. Mei hadn't noticed her intrusion. She continued to suck, and stroke, and slobber away on Andre's pipe.

Finally, when Callie regained her wits, she pulled her hands from herself, fixing her bathing suit as quickly as she could, and darted away into the trees, blushing harder than she ever had in her entire life.

When she eventually returned to June and Jake, she found she couldn't look at either of them. When June asked if she'd seen Mei, Callie found herself uttering some line about looking for a lost earring in the sand. She was always a bad liar, but June didn't know that. Then she put on her sunglasses, and pretended to fall asleep.

***

Back at the room, Callie was restless. She couldn't get the image of Mei and Andre out of her head.

She had tried to convince herself on the beach that it had all been a dream. That Mei wouldn't cheat. Not on her honeymoon/anniversary. And certainly not on June. "I love June. He's kind and gentle. He looks at me like a princess..." Mei's words echoed in Callie's head. But they were always followed a second later by her words to Andre: "Who owns this pussy, bitch?" "You do! You do! I'm your slut! I don't have a husband when you're around."

Had she really meant all that? Mei had rejoined them at their lounge chairs about ten minutes later, like nothing had ever happened. She'd casually kissed her husband, lain back down, and resumed their lazy afternoon in the sun. The only tell-tale sign that anything had happened at all was the way that the sweat had glistened on her skin. Callie knew damn well that it wasn't all Mei's sweat either. But she would never say a word.

She just didn't know what to do with this knowledge. Or those images. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Mei throw her head back, her eyes shut and her mouth open in a scream of pure primal pleasure. She saw the muscles of Andre's body, so hard and so smooth. She saw the cock that swung between his legs, so swollen and so ready and so... big.

The thoughts alone made her instantly soaked. The orgasm on the beach hadn't been enough. Callie needed more. And she needed more right now. There was just one problem...

"I think I'm in trouble," Jake remarked, glancing down at himself. It was a common problem for Jake-- having such fair skin meant he'd go from pasty white to red and burnt very easily.

"Oh Jake, I told you to put on more sun screen."

"I did... it was SPF one hundred and twenty... or something crazy like that." He eased himself down onto the bed, still in his swim trunks. He sucked in a harsh breath as his shoulders touched the pillow, then he sighed. His chest, stomach, shoulders, and face were bright pink, and only growing darker by the minute.

Callie bit her lip, watching him. Images of Andre's manhood, his powerful thrusts, and his domineering grunts were fresh in her mind. She supposed she could climb in the shower and enjoy some alone time like she had before, but she needed more than just that. She dropped her towel to the floor. A moment later, her bikini followed. Standing fully naked before her husband, she strode to the edge of the bed.

His eyes were still shut as she mounted the foot of the bed and began to crawl up toward him. There was something submissive to her movements that was new, called to mind from the way Andre had told Mei to "service" him.

When Jake opened his eyes and spotted Callie on all fours, crawling up to him, he cocked a confused eyebrow. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Servicing you," she said back, her voice dropped to a husky tone. She didn't realize how badly she needed it, until the words floated from her mouth.

Then she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down until his cock came into view. It was a pale flaccid pinky between his thighs. He wasn't up and hard to his fullest potential, and Callie was struck by how small and unimpressive it was. That wasn't fair to Jake, as it was all she'd ever known. But she couldn't help but regard it with disappointment, especially after seeing something so vastly different this afternoon.

"I don't know if I can," Jake groaned. "It hurts to move."

Callie wasn't listening. She ran her tongue along his limp shaft, up through his mane of strawberry blonde curls, and up to his belly. He sucked in a breath as her hot tongue slid along his sunburned skin. Then Callie hovered her chest over his cock, and started to slowly mash her tits against it.

"Can't you?" she smirked, peering up at him as she dragged her heavy boobs in slow little circles around his dick. She could feel it responding almost instantly, thickening and growing at an eager rate.

"You are so evil," he groaned.

"Wicked," she agreed, using the slow steady movement of her tits to nudge his cock around until it was nearly standing upright. She slid from side to side until his cock rolled between her breasts. Then she grasped her tits and mashed them together on either side of his shaft. His cock all but disappeared into her heavy bosom. "Where it go?" She teased in an innocent voice.

"Oh god, you know damn well where it went," Jake smiled. His face contorted in a lustful stupor. Her body always had a way of rendering him stupid.

Callie giggled naughtily and jiggled her tits playfully around it, earning a pitiful grunt from Jake. She slid her boobs up and down along him before his cock popped free. They had attempted this move many times before-- for whatever reason Jake had always wanted to place his cock between her tits and rub himself up and down between them. But there was never enough slack on his shaft to do so, and he popped free often... when her boobs weren't completely enveloping him. But Callie knew he loved the sensation, so she'd often hold his cock between her boobs and just mash them together.

It worked, because his penis was like a soldier at attention. A pale white five inch soldier. But it was hers, and she needed it now more than ever.

She leaned over and began to pepper his skin with warm kisses. Jake grunted and gasped softly as she took him in her mouth and softly began to suck. When she shut her eyes, images of Andre came roaring back with photograph-like intensity. "Service me, bitch," she could almost hear his voice in her ears. Commanding and authoritative. No regard for politeness, or fear of rejection. Without thinking about what she was doing, she plunged Jake to the back of her throat, well beyond how far she usually took him, past her gag reflex.

He hit the back of her throat as her lips came to rest against the very base of his shaft. She needed more. She pushed harder, her nose digging into his stomach, drool running from her lips and pooling around his member. She swallowed, and Jake let out a surprised gasp. Callie held him there, as the look of pleasure on Andre's face came roaring forth from her memory.

Finally Callie came up for air, gasping, and watching the saliva streamers run down Jake's shaft. She never sucked so messily before. And before she could chase that thought, she dove back in, and chased the thick drops of saliva with her tongue. She stroked him with two fingers and she licked the underside of his member, collecting what she'd left behind on him. She chased them to his round pale balls and lapped at them hungrily. Jake was gasping. His face a mask of confusion, questions, and pleasure.

Before she could even catch her breath, Callie was plunging him down her throat again. She stared up at him, the tears forming in her eyes and she gave fast eager bobs of her head to really stroke him with every part of her mouth. Her cheeks puckered in and she sucked until she heard Jake let out a groan of satisfaction.

Then she was up and clambering on top of him.

"Careful, careful," he urged her as she straddled his lap. She found herself staring down at his pale sunburned body. He looked very frail, like this simple act of mating might break him. She opted to shut her eyes, and the image of Andre's body was right there again. A body that not only would never break, but that could overpower and dominate any foe... and pleasure any woman.

Jake was gasping. She had already started grinding on his cock without realizing it. The head was slipping in and out of her pussy, slick with the saliva that she'd left behind. His face was a contorted mask of pleasure and pain.

"Awww... poor baby. Does the sunburn hurt?" She cooed.

Jake shut his eyes and nodded his head quickly.

"Let me help with that," Callie bit her lip and reached for the bottle of aloe beside the bed. She leaned back, until she was fully upright. She felt Jake's cock slip easily into her body and she sank down on it. Then she thrust her chest forward, proudly displaying her breasts and proceeded to squirt a tremendous dollop of the white creamy aloe all over her own breasts. She threw her head back and moaned like a slut in a porno movie, happily receiving her hard earned money-shot at the end.

She couldn't help but giggle, amused with herself, as she played the part and covered her chest with a thick layer of the goop. Jake was staring, too fixated on watching to register the humor. To him, it was wildly sexy, and wildly out of character for his wife.

Then Callie leaned forward, hovered her chest over Jake's and proceeded to rub her tits across his burn skin in slow sensual movements. Jake sucked in a breath as his skin stung, and the aloe chilled him. Then Callie began to move her hips up and down, riding him slowly as she used her tits to rub aloe back and forth, up and down.

"Oh god," Jake moaned, his eyes as wide as saucers as his wife gave him an eyeful. Her luscious breasts were shiny and caked with a thick white cream. They slid smoothly across his chest. He could feel her nipples poking against his skin as she moved. Her hips rocked against him in slow steady movements. It hurt like hell to move, so he laid still, feeling her belly on his, her chest pressing down on him.

Callie's eyes were shut, moaning softly as she bit her lip. She was seeing that look of intense, animalistic focus on Andre's features as he fucked Mei-- not caring at all who she was or whether or not she was married. In that moment, she didn't belong to her husband. She belonged to Andre. And there was no doubt among any of them.

"I'm your slut," Callie blurted out the words to the memory of Andre's face, echoing what Mei had said to him.

"What?" Jake was shocked to hear his wife say such things.

"I'm your slut..." she grunted, her hips building speed, no longer slow and gentle in their up and down motion. She was rocking them from side to side now as she let her heavy tits drag along his pecks.

Jake shut his eyes, too wrapped up in what was happening to question it. He moaned to the ceiling.

"I'm your slut," she repeated, almost mindlessly as she moaned. Her heavy hips and full tits pinned her husband to the bed. She wasn't even aware of her own building speed until she heard the headboard begin to thump against the wall.

"Oh... god... Callie," Jake managed to force out the words between his fast breaths. "Slow down... slow down," he plead, his toes curling and clenching.

"It's just a sunburn," Callie whispered, dismissive. Her eyes still shut, her thoughts somewhere else-- back in that cluster of palms-- as she slid along Jake's length in fast movements. Her butt bouncing up and down. The headboard now a steady THUMPTHUMPTHUMP into the wall. "Just keep going. Keep fucking your slut," she urged. "Let your slut service you."

Jake grunted, his whole body going stiff, and Callie felt the familiar inflating sensation in her loins-- Jake's cock hardening to its max, just before orgasm.

"I'm going to... I'm going to..." he was urging.

"No," she said rather severely. She wasn't done. Wasn't ready. She wanted to keep going. To get the fucking she desperately needed after what she had seen earlier today.

"Yes!" He said urgently, his eyes rolling back, trying to control it. But it was a battle that would be impossible to win. The orgasm was coming. Callie's sexuality and behavior was just too much to hold back.

"No, no, no, no, no," she ordered again and again, in time with the rhythm of the headboard pounding the wall. Her bounces were no longer gentle. They were aggressive, determined.

"Ugh... oh god," Jake's eyes suddenly fluttered. "It's happening!" He cried out. His mouth hung open, his tongue slack.

"Not yet! Oh god, please not yet!" Callie cried out, but she felt Jake's cock give the smallest hint of a twitch. Then came the spill of warmth. A few spurts, and it was over. He'd cum inside of her, and his cock was rapidly deflating.

Still Callie clung to him, trying to ride him, trying to scratch that insatiable nagging itch with what little remained of Jake's retreating erection. But it was to no avail. His limp penis slipped out of her moist lips with flop and a leaking trickle of the seed he'd deposited inside of her.

Her body still bouncing so fast and hard, that Jake started to gasp. "Honey, honey you're hurting me," he whimpered.

Callie's eyes popped open, the image of Andre disappearing, and beneath her was only Jake and his raw red burn. His eyes were a mixture of confusion and agony. She stopped almost immediately. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she clambered off of him.