James Barton: The family gets it on

Tom stepped into the early sun and adjusted his sunglasses as he took a deep breath of the fresh sea air. He glanced to his left and over the low fence that separated their cottage from its neighbor.

Glistening with a fine sheen of sweat on his ebony body, Greg dropped the dumbbells he was exercising with and walked to the fence.

"Morning, neighbor," he said brightly, and displayed even, white teeth as he smiled.

Tom felt intimidated and terribly self-conscious when he was around the black man. His ingrained beliefs held blacks to be subservient and docile. This man was definitely not that. Six-foot-three, muscles like Mr. America, highly intelligent and obviously well off enough to spend two months away from whatever it was he did for a living – these facts left Tom totally disarmed whenever they met. And, Tom thought, the man drove a new Mercedes, too!

"How goes it, Greg?"

"Pretty fair… going for a walk?"

His tone of voice was friendly, but still Tom felt threatened. He glanced at the man's bulging muscles, then averted his eyes, deciding against any mention of exercise. "Ah, yes… thought I'd do that. I like the early beach when it's still fairly empty – gives a man a chance to think."

"Know what you mean," Greg replied, then asked, "How's the wife?"

The black man's mention of his wife never failed to awaken a fear in him – he had seen them chatting over the fence on several occasions, and once he had seen Linda, Greg and Greg's wife, Lisa, walking together on the beach. And although Lisa was a lithe, honey-colored woman of ample proportions and great beauty, Tom's fears were still there – he had heard stories enough to be wary of them.

"Headache…" he mumbled, recalling his wife's words. "Had it all night."

Greg laughed and winked. "They get them at the most inopportune times, don't they?"

Tom felt his face burn and he simply nodded in answer and turned for the beach, leaving the black man standing by the fence grinning after him.

Linda heard the screen of the front door slam, then she listened as Tom left the cottage by the back door and struck up a conversation with someone there. She sighed deeply as she realized she had the place to herself for a while – Tom's walks usually lasted for the better part of two hours. "An hour's walk and an hour's return," he told her constantly. "All the exercise a body needs to stay in shape." And he really believed it, she thought, and wondered where Susan was off to so early – and she wondered too, where children found all their energy, for she knew that her daughter was not likely to return before lunch, as had been her pattern since they had taken the summer cottage there at Beach Bay.

Linda threw the sheet from her naked body and stretched luxuriously. Well, she thought, at least she'd have a little peace and quiet until her husband returned. She sat up, swung her long shapely legs from the bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom to relieve herself. As she wiped herself with the wadded tissue, she winced – why should she be sore there? And she spread her legs a bit to look at her cunt. There were no signs of irritation, but she was damned sure sore! Odd, she thought as she flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower – she and Tom hadn't made it the night before – and even if they had, he certainly wasn't big enough to cause her any soreness!

And Linda had no memory of the night before. Her inherent guilt surrounding masturbation was like so many women's, and the stigma attached to such a vile act simply blocked out her memory whenever such a thing occurred. She had been taught at a very early age not to touch herself down there, and she had grown up with the belief that if she did, she would surely grow warts, go blind and possibly insane if she abused her own body. So rather than face the possibility of any of those horrible things, Linda merely shut it out of her mind – and with it, the memory of her husband fucking her daughter's defenseless ass.

Standing beneath the needle-sharp spray of the shower, Linda hummed lightly as she cleansed herself, and she felt a rush of blood to her temples as she soaped between her legs and allowed her fingers to penetrate the lips of her cunt. It might cause warts, she thought, but it certainly felt nice – even if she was a bit sore. Massaging herself gently, she wished suddenly that Tom were there – and she wondered if he would appreciate early-morning sex… he always seemed to prefer waiting until she was so tired from a day's activity, that it was difficult for her to enjoy it thoroughly.

Damn! she thought, and scolded herself for acting like some sex-starved teenager. She rinsed and turned the shower off, and as the water stopped, she heard the rear door open and close, then Pepe barked loudly. Perhaps Tom had decided against his walk after all and perhaps they could…

She stepped from the shower and took a large towel from the rack as the door of the bathroom swung open. Linda froze, and her mouth opened wide, her naked body dripping water to the floor.

"Heard you had a headache…" Greg said nonchalantly, and held up a small bottle of Excedrin.

Linda gave a start as the black man spoke, and reflexively, her hand went to her mouth as he reached inside the door and set the bottle on the counter. She stood there, eyes wide as the water puddled about her feet.

Greg smiled warmly and leaned against the doorframe as Linda swallowed thickly and let her eyes roam from his broad shoulders to his muscular chest, to his flat stomach. There, her eyes stopped, for she realized suddenly that her summer neighbor was clad only in brief trunks, and she had noticed the huge bulge at his crotch too many times before to think it wouldn't be there now.

And Linda had been both fascinated and frightened by Greg's color. Time after time, she had found herself drawn irresistibly to the kitchen window to pull the curtain aside and simply stand there and watch as he went through his daily routine of exercise, his black body glistening with sweat, his muscles bulging – and the sight had never failed to arouse her sexually. Now, that source of arousal stood only a few feet away from her, nearly naked, and she… she was naked! She clutched the towel to her suddenly to cover that nakedness.

"Don't…" Greg said softly, and his right hand reached out and took the towel from her. "To cover such a beautiful body is a waste, Linda," he told her in velvet tones, and Linda felt herself blush from her toes to the top of her head as she stood nakedly exposed before him.

She made no move to retrieve the towel as Greg let it drop to the floor and smiled disarmingly. She felt rooted to the spot, and her eyes followed his hand as he let it move to his crotch and he began to massage his cock gently. Linda's mouth dropped open again as she looked at the bulge there – and it seemed to grow before her eyes. Then she gasped as the purple head of his cock pushed forth from the top of his tight trunks and continued to grow straight upward, lying flat against his belly.

When his cock had reached full erection, Greg took hold of it with one hand and reached out and placed his other hand on Linda's arm. As he drew her to him, she felt the heat of his body and she was terrified momentarily as that gigantic prick touched her tits. Greg pressed himself to her and his cock lay in the valley between her lush breasts. Linda looked down at it and found it nestled against her chin.

"Oh… oh, God…" she whimpered as she felt the velvet smoothness of his prick rub her gently and send wave after wave of electric sensation through her body.

"Go ahead, Linda… that's what you really want, isn't it?" he asked in a low, husky tone as his arms enclosed her and his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass.