The Flag Girls Get Fucked

"Thanks," they said in unison, thrilled to have something to cover themselves up with.

The resort had a large restroom with shower stalls. There were some other women changing and showering. Dixie and Rose pulled their tops off. Dixie was about to set hers on a bench when Rose stopped her. "Mine's coming in with me. If this gets stolen, we'll be naked."

"Except for these shirts Gage gave us." Dixie held her white tee shirt up. "It's not even a real shirt. It's only a half shirt. The thing is barely going to cover my tits."

"What's written on it?" asked Rose. There was only one stall open and both women crowded into it.

"BBC ONLY" Dixie looked at it. "Whatever that means." She pulled off her panties while Rose removed her own. Nude, both friends squeezed under the shower head, big breasts pressing together as they tried to clean themselves off. They'd showered together often in college and didn't think twice about sharing a shower or having their nude bodies rub against each other. They discussed their situation as they took turns soaping their hair. They didn't have towels so Dixie pulled the shirt on while she was still wet. The tight shirt, clung tightly to her breasts, leaving her flat, tanned, athletic stomach bare. The confederate flag pin in her belly button sparkled. The water on her breasts soaked through the tee shirt leaving little to the imagination. BBC ONLY ran across the tops of her breasts. Both long nipples and even her areola were perfectly visible. Dixie pulled her bikini bottoms back on and stepped into her flipflops.

Rose didn't like Dixie's wet tee shirt look so she put her bikini top back on and her bottoms before pulling her tee shirt on. This helped hide her nipples. Her shirt was longer, but just as tight. It left her belly button exposed, but covered her breasts and top of her stomach. Her American flag bikini top was visible through the wet tee shirt, but the impression of her nipples was fainter. Her areola were puffy and her nipples were long. They were visible through just about anything she wore as were Dixie's. She looked down and read her shirt. I (HEART) BBC ran across the tops of her large bosom.

Jamon, Mark, Gage, and half of everyone else at the crowded bar stared at them as they approached. "What's BBC?" asked Rose loudly, pointing at her shirt. She looked startled as her question drew some laughs.

Mark smiled. "British Broadcasting Company. They made a television special on the Keys a few years back."

"You discuss it?" asked Gage. He had removed his security guard shirt and was wearing an open flower print Hawaiian shirt that showed off his over muscled chest. He'd also lost his black shorts and was wearing colorful pajama bottoms that clashed with his shirt.

"We haven't made up our minds," said Rose. "Excuse us a moment." Rose grabbed Dixie's hand and led her over to the other side of the bar.

"We don't have much of a choice, Rosie," said Dixie.

"I know, but we don't know these guys or whether or not we can trust them." Rose waved her hands to get the Irish looking female bartender's attention.

"Can I get you something?" asked the bartender. Her nametag read, SIOBHAN.

"No thanks," said Rose, leaning in. "I just have a question. My friend and I are stuck here. We were robbed and..."

"I know your situation," said Siobhan. "I heard Mark and Gage telling Jamon that you might be staying with them tonight."

"Oh good." Rose glanced over at the two black men sitting on the bar stools. Jamon was busy mixing drinks. None of the blacks were paying attention to them. "I'm just a little nervous since we don't know these guys. Can you vouch for them? Are they gentlemen?"

Siobhan smiled at both Rose and Dixie. "I can tell you this about them. They're all real men and they know how to treat a lady." Siobhan winked at them and turned to go wait on someone.

"Satisfied?" asked Dixie.

"Still nervous," replied Rose.

"Look, I don't like the idea of staying with three black men any more then you, but what are our other options?"

"Come on then," said Rose. The two flag girls returned to their stools by Mark and Gage.

"Make up your minds yet?" asked Gage.

"Yes, we'd like to take you up on your offer," responded Dixie. Dixie gave Rose a reassuring nod. Rose just frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Great," said Mark. "And don't worry, everything will be fine. You can hang out here with us tomorrow and drive your rental back to our place. Monday, you should have some cash and get a hotel."

"Thanks," said Rose sitting down beside Mark. "But I'm so upset over getting robbed that by Monday, I'm just going to call this vacation a disaster and go home."

Dixie sat on a stool beside Gage. "Maybe, the police will find our stuff before then."

"And we can loan you some money for food until then," added Gage.

"Thanks again," said Rose. "That's very generous. You guys are too good to be true."

"It's nothing," said Gage. "Jamon, hook the ladies up with some beers and set us up with five sex-on-the-beach shooters."

"No, you're lifesavers. Thanks and I mean it," said Dixie. "We're very grateful. You guys are regular knights in shining armor coming to the aid of some damsels in distress."

"Well, black knights," said Gage, winking at Dixie and everyone chuckled. Jamon set four shots in front of them and kept another one for himself. Gage held one up. "To new friends," he toasted.

"To new friends," said Mark, Jamon, Rose, and Dixie clinking their shot glasses against his.

The four new friends spent the next hour drinking each having several more beers and three more shots ranging from Jagermeister to Tequila. Dixie and Rose had been drinking all day, but the robbery had sobered them up some. By the time, Gage announced that it was time to go back to their condo, the "flag girls" were quite drunk.

Gage and Mark led them past a giant stuffed shark at the entrance to the resort and towards the highway through the Keys. Both the women were unsteady on their feet. Mark was walking beside Rose. He put his arm around her shoulders to help her, but she pulled away. She almost fell getting away from his touch, but he grabbed her arm. She pulled her arm out, but he held firm to her hand. Rose decided this was alright and ended up walking hand in hand with Mark across the crosswalk.

Dixie was just as unsteady. Gage wrapped his big muscular arm around her back and pulled her tight against his strong body. She jumped at first, startled, but realized he was just trying to help her. If Billy Ray could see me now, she thought. Dixie drunkenly looked down her body, she could feel his hand, but not see it past her big breasts. Gage's hand was right on her flat belly. His hand felt big and strong, his black skin touching her tanned white stomach. She wondered what the contrast might look like, but she couldn't see thru her bosom. His hand shifted a bit, his fingers were spread apart, his thumb was under the short titty hugging BBC ONLY shirt. His nail just touched the bottoms of her breasts. As she looked down, Dixie was embarrassed to see her nipples starting to harden. The shirt had dried by now and wasn't as clingy, but it was still tight. Her nipples were long and pointy. She watched them harden, the entire areola puffing out.

They were always sensitive and hardened easily, a cool breeze, friction from her clothes, and especially at the first hint of arousal. Dixie frowned not knowing what was making them so erect now. It couldn't be from Gage's touch, could it? He was strong, masculine, and good looking, but he was black and Georgia peaches did not get turned on by having a black man touch them.

The public parking lot was only a quarter full at this time of the evening. The foursome passed Dixie's trashed rental and Mark led them to a four door truck. He opened the back door for them, Rose climbed in and slid over so that Dixie could follow. Mark slammed the door, he and Gage took the front seats, and they were off, heading back North towards Key Largo.

Rose and Dixie held hands in the backseat for comfort in this strange situation they now found themselves in. They'd been robbed, were penniless, owned nothing but small bikinis and loaner tee shirts (plus shoes, sunglasses, and a straw hat), were in cars with two strange black men, and on their way to an unknown location. Both women were glad that their husband and fiancé couldn't see them now. Their nerves were spared a little when Mark finally pulled the truck into what looked like a decent condo complex. Dixie had been expecting low income housing with gangs of blacks loitering around selling drugs. She was relieved to see the condos were all clean and the only people she saw were white with one Mexican couple out pushing a stroller.

Mark turned the car into an empty driveway and pulled up to a blue and white three story condo. "Here we are," said Mark. "Home sweet home."

They exited the truck and Mark unlocked the condo. "Here we are ladies, not too big and with five guys living here it can get crowded. Luckily, Amir and Shawn rode down to Key West and you can use their room on the top floor. Shower on the second floor between mine and Gage's room. Jamon's also on the top floor. Not his real name by the way. Here what you see is what you get, laundry, living room, kitchen, dining and a small bathroom. Make yourselves at home and help yourself to anything in the fridge. Me casa su casa."

"You guys are way too kind," said Rose.

"I'll grab us some beers," said Gage. He went to the kitchen and returned with four Corona's with slices of lime in them. He passed the beers out. He held his beer out until the others banged theirs against his. "Cheers," he said.

They drank for about ten minutes getting to know each other. They toasted again when Rose told them that she'd just gotten engaged. Mark and Gage were high school friends taking in roommates to help pay the bills. Mark drained his beer and announced, "I need to go get a quick shower. I'll be right back down."

"And I will get us three more beers," said Gage, returning with three more Coronas.

Dixie accepted hers and took a sip. "Excuse me," she said, standing and walking towards the bathroom.

Gage let her get to the doorknob before saying, "Dixie wait. Sorry, but that bathroom isn't working. You'll have to use the upstairs one."

"Isn't Mark in there?"

"Yeah, you'll just have to wait." Gage took a big sip of beer. He watched the Confederate flag girl cross her legs and dance around a little. "Can't hold it?"

Dixie grimaced. "I'm afraid I'm a little out of practice holding my booze. My bladder's about to burst."

Gage's lips curled up in a smirk but quickly disappeared. "Go upstairs then."

"I can't, but I don't want to pee all over the floor."

"Can't have that. It's not polite for guests to piss all over their host's floors. Just knock and tell Mark you're coming in."

"Alright."

Gage watched her CSA flag bikini bottomed tight ass wiggle as she climbed the stairs. He smiled and turned his attention back on Rose."

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Dixie knocked on the bathroom door, but there as no answer. She pushed it open and steam came out of the bathroom. She could hear a shower running. "Mark?" she called.

"Yes," said his voice.

"I need to pee and Gage said the downstairs bathroom isn't working."

"It isn't? I mean, yeah that's right, it doesn't work. Sorry, I forgot. Sure come on in."

"Thanks, I'll be quick." Dixie entered the room and raced to the toilet. She pushed her panties down and sat on it, her urine coming out almost immediately. She sighed in relief. With a satisfied smile on her face she looked around. The bathroom had a large shower and to her shock, it was clear glass. The glass was steamy, but she could clearly make out Mark's nude form through the glass. She couldn't help but stare, not at his muscular form, but at the giant appendage sticking out between his legs. The glass must be magnifying it, she thought. His penis stuck out and down, but as she watched, Mark's hand came up and started stroking it.

"Oh shit," she mumbled, he must think I've left. He's actually playing with himself while I watch. Mark's hand moved down and seemed to release his shaft, but he was just grabbing the base between two fingers. His penis looked at least a foot long from where she sat. He turned and the big head of his penis pressed against the glass door. She could clearly see the huge head from the crown to the urethra. It was as big as a golf ball. She saw it even clearer when Mark opened the door and stepped out without shutting off the water.

He stepped right by the toilet, his huge erect penis pointing at her face. "Jeeesuuss," said the Southern belle, drawing the lord's name out as she stared down the foot long shaft.

"Whoops, sorry Dix. I thought you were done," said Mark, making no move to cover himself up. He even moved the huge penis a couple inches closer to her shocked face.

"I don't believe it!" Dixie seemed mesmerized by Mark's giant shaft.

"Never seen a big black cock before, obviously" said Mark.

"No, I can't say that I have," whispered Dixie still staring in awe at Mark's penis. "I didn't know penises got that big."

"Penises don't, Dixie. Big black cocks do. What's hubby, half as big? Smaller?"

"Smaller."

"Too bad. Your body was built for something bigger. White women cum like crazy once they get a real man's cock in them. Why don't you touch it?"

"I shouldn't," said Dixie, but her hand was already up and reaching for it. Using two fingers and her thumb she touched the bulbous head, squeezing it. Mark's cock head wasn't as spongy as she would have expected. It was almost as hard as a rock. Dixie angled her hand until the head slipped between her fingers and she ran her hand down his entire shaft and then back up. "It's so hard, Mark!"

"It gets that way when pretty white girls in bikinis touch it."

"It's hot too and I can feel your pulse." Indeed, the big penis was crisscrossed by long blue-black veins that throbbed with every heart beat. His cock felt like a living thing. "Can I feel your balls?"

"Be my guest."

Dixie lifted up the huge penis and looked at the wrinkly brown sack beneath his legs. Each testicle was as big as her fist or about the size of a tennis ball. Billy Ray's balls were probably only walnut sized. She hefted each nut and then the entire sack, feeling it's weight in her palm. When she finished examining his scrotum, she pulled his shaft back down, her hand slowly stroking it out of instinct. "I can't get over how big your penis is," she said, still in denial.

"Look down," ordered Mark. Dixie looked down at the shaft she was stroking. She'd bent it down so that the head was pointed at her chest. The fat knobby end of his penis was pointed right at the BBC ONLY lettering on her tee shirt. "Again, that ain't no penis. That's a big black cock. Got it?"

"Yes," she whispered. Dixie watched her hand gliding up his wet cock. Her breasts were visible to either side of the huge shaft. Her nipples were completely hard, puffy and swollen. The tight tee shirt left little to the imagination. No doubt Mark could see how aroused she was. She'd never felt more embarrassed.

"Say it."

"It's a big black cock," she agreed. The cock in her hand jerked a little when she spoke and for a moment she thought he'd ejaculated. His cock had just shot a load of precum on the letter C on her tee shirt. The C was now wet. Mark's cock was producing a lot of precum now, the head glistening with his fluid. She pulled it up towards her mouth to keep her shirt from getting messier.

"You ever suck cock before?"

"Just my husband and not in years," she answered. Truthfully, it had been many years. Her wedding night to be exact. She'd blown him several times before marriage and he'd gone down on her. She didn't let Billy Ray cum in her mouth. When he got close, she would remove it from her mouth and jerk him off, letting him cum on her tits. He liked that. She pictured Billy Ray's little white penis in her hand, straining to reach six inches compared with the foot long black monstrosity she was slowly stroking now. Billy Ray had cum on her tits, but it hadn't been much more then the precum, Mark's cock was spitting up now. "I mean no, I've never sucked cock before, just a penis."

"Good. Then I get to be the first. Open wide." Mark pushed his cock through her fist and towards her mouth.

"I shouldn't," said Dixie as Mark's cock pushed against her lips and she opened her mouth wide enough that the head could slip inside her.

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Rose smiled at something Gage said. She took a sip of beer and looked over at the black man going on with a story about how Mark was swimming in a river nearby and thought a alligator was about to eat him, but it was only a manatee. She laughed with Gage's description of Mark's screams as he swam towards a dock. Gage was such a large masculine man, but he was charming and she felt comfortable being alone with him. Even given that he was black and she was nearly nude in only a bikini and tight tee shirt. She should have been nervous as hell.

The only real conversation she'd ever had with a black male before was answering his, "May I take your order?" question. Rose glanced at the clock on the wall.

"My story that boring?" he asked.

"Not at all. I was just wondering what was taking Dixie so long."

"She has been awhile. Maybe you should go check on her."

Rose frowned. She took another sip of her beer, looked at the clock again and then up the stairs. "I think I will. Maybe she's getting sick. We haven't drunk this much since college." Rose got up off the couch, put her beer on the table and walked up the stairs. Gage watched her go.

"Dixie?" said Rose as she approached the bathroom door. It was partially closed. The light was on underneath it, and she could still hear the shower running. She reached the door and slowly pushed it open until she could put her head through. What she saw made her gasp in shock. "DIX...Mmmph," she mumbled as a huge black hand slapped across her mouth and she was pulled back into a hard muscular chest.

"Sssshh, don't disturb them," whispered Gage in her ear.

Rose watched in horror as her blonde best friend, little Miss Southern pride redneck, married five years, and someone she'd known for almost ten years slurped on the biggest blackest penis Rose had ever seen. It must have been seven inches long and Dixie had the head in her mouth. As Rose watched, she realized just how wrong she was. Dixie pulled back, but the head didn't spring free of her mouth. Inch after inch of hard black cock appeared until his huge penis pulled free and jerked up to his stomach. Rose had grossly underestimated the giant penises size. Mark put a hand on the back of Dixie's head and pulled her into his balls. Rose watched Dixie's tongue come out and lick his giant nut sack. Dixie soon pulled back, bent his penis down and started sucking it again. "NmmOmmph," Rose muttered, her voice muffled by Gage's beefy hand, while shaking her head in denial at what she was watching.

"It's ok," whispered Gage in her ear. He slowly removed his hand. "Let them have their fun."

Rose shook her head in shock. No no no kept going through her mind. This can't be happening. This can't be real. "She's married," Rose whispered back, still shaking her head as if to clear it of the image she was seeing. "She doesn't even like black people."

"She does now. She's gonna be fucking him before the night is over."

"NO," said Rose loudly, but the couple didn't hear her over the noise from the shower. "She'd never cheat on Billy Ray."

"You think Billy Ray has a cock like that? Does what's-his-name, Jake, come close to Mark in size?"

"No," said Rose, suddenly feeling funny. She couldn't look away from watching Dixie suck off the black man. Her friend was bobbing her head rapidly, struggling to take more and more of the shaft in her throat. Dixie's nose was slowly approaching Mark's pubic hair as she tried to suck his entire cock down her throat. Rose was no longer horrified. The bottoms of her American flag bikini bottoms were becoming damp, then wet, then soaked. Her nipples were hardening. She'd worn her bikini top to keep them hidden, but they were so hard, her nipples and areola were visible through the bikini and the white tee shirt.