Mick was an ocean lover. He was 6 feet tall and had worked his six pack, arms, and tan that made his brown skin cause his muscles to pop. He liked to feel good under the sun and in the water. He was turning 40 this year and his life had been a good one.

One day, after surfing, he walked back up the cliff. On the path, a woman was looking for something.

She was about 5'3 with black hair, slender with medium hips and medium bust. A thin waist. She was in a white sundress with brown Hermes sandals. She had a sunhat and Prada sunglasses. She was taking sips of water from a designer bottle. She was built like a ballet dancer but with curves. As he looked over, she glanced away and looked back. She looked in her 30s and Asian.

"Hello, what are you looking for?" Mick asked.

"My phone," she responded.

"Let me help you," Mick said.

The woman paused and nodded. Through her sunglasses, he saw deeply intelligent and playful eyes that stunned him for a second.

He saw a glimmer in the bush and reached for it. It was the phone screen. As he picked it up, the woman impulsively reached across him and into his hands. Her arm brushed against his. The phone dropped and he jumped over it. Comically, she tripped and fell on him, her arms and leg brushing his bare back. She tackled him to the floor. Her hands were quick, beating him to the phone at every grab. But, his hands were quicker, and he managed to seize the phone. His heart was beating, and he was starting to sweat. She was persistent and wouldn't stop. Neither would he. Sweat poured down his chest and body. To an observer, the two bodies flowed like liquids to the ground.

He could feel her skin on his and her skin was feeling wet. Both of them were panting. He felt her sweat on his skin. She blushed. Red looked good on her pale skin. To Mick, her long black hair, cheekbones, and slender build looked Korean, Korean-American.

To her, the man was built and moved like a wrestler. Fluid like water.

But she was the type of girl who never gave up. She lunged again for him and ended up on top of him. She looked into his brown eyes and got lost for a second. Her arms tangled his while they impulsively wrestled for the phone. She "won" and held the phone. Mick's arms inadvertently reached under her dress and felt her black g-string. He glanced at two tattoos on her thighs and her shoulders. He felt the lightest touch of a wet pussy on the tip of his cock. She pulsed and quivered at the sensation and lost control of her body, releasing with his gentle touch of the tip inside her labia. Her hips pulsed and her pussy tightened, holding the tip inside.

The moment overwhelmed Mick, and he felt a pulse of warm energy go through his shaft and release. He shot three streams of semen onto her labia and her pale Asian thighs as he felt her hips on his. He was drained for a second in deep relaxation.

On the ground, dirt covered his skin and the dirt put some green and brown spots on her previously impeccable white dress. Her knees were a little scratched from the altercation. Her hair and makeup were messed up.

She looked into his wondering eyes.

The sun hit Mick's chest while he was soaked in sweat and dirt and straddled by a slender black-haired nymph. He looked like a Greek figure in the sunshine.

"You came so fast," she laughed, "like a schoolboy." She wrapped a thin palm around his thick brown shaft. Smiling, she squeezed and then slapped the tip, rubbing some of the semen on her fingertips.

Without a word, Mick, enjoying the taunt, took some of his semen on his finger and rubbed it over a tattoo of a mermaid on her thigh and on her left nipple, marking the areas for himself.

She looked into his eyes deeper and relaxed for a second. The semen was thick, white, and opaque. The warm semen oozed out of her pussy and onto her thigh.

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During the scuffle, her water bottle had spilled on both of them. His chest was soaked with sweat and water. The water had made its way onto her white skirt and had tarnished the edges of her makeup further.

She let go of Mick's cock and demanded, "Give me my phone," pulling the device close to herself.

They got up off of the ground, Mick helping her up.

"Are we a couple now?" Mick teased, noting her self-consciousness.

"I'll be your girlfriend for the day if you buy me dinner, my Latin lover," she taunted back.

The two stood up. Mick in shorts and putting on a white shirt, the woman in her white dress and sandals. The designer white dress was lightly tainted with grass, dirt, and a bit of Mick's semen.

"Who said I was Latin?" Mick said.

"Maybe it was how fast you came," the woman teased.

Mick felt a pulse in his crotch and abdomen. "I don't even know your name," Mick said, "what do I call you?"

She silently looked down, laughing to herself.

"You look like a 'Kim.'"

"You think all Korean girls are Kims? she taunted.

"It was an honest guess!" Mick laughed.

"Call me Kim then," the woman said.

They walked through the quiet beach town past art shops, a bookstore, and three new coffee spots.

A white building with blue trim and an animated water fountain caught Kim's eyes. Inside the fountain was a statue of a nude Greek hero with a weapon. The hero was clean-shaven, and his muscles embodied virtue, youth, and fluidity. Something deeply masculine and fluid about the statue made her stomach tingle.

Mick asked for a table. The only table was upstairs. A voluptuous Latina waitress led the couple upstairs through a labyrinth of stairs. It was crowded and smoky. A tight, uncomfortable space.

The waitress sat them and asked for drinks. She returned with water and two sodas.

"Is she your type?" Kim taunted.

“Maybe one of my types,” Mick played along.

"What do you like about her?" Kim taunted further.

"The way she moves," Mick said. "She moves gracefully, like a dancer," Mick insinuated.

The waitress took their order and took her time talking to them. The waitress, for some reason, was really interested in how they met and why they were together. The two role-played a story about having a crush in college and then meeting blindly 10 years later.

At dinner, the two talked a bit about life, college, and friends. They had almost nothing in common. She was from the east coast and he, California. She liked hip hop and he punk rock. She liked brands, and he couldn't care less about them.

They both liked ancient Greece for some strange reason. They talked about the sea and the idea of temples on Santorini. On Santorini, there are remnants of a pre-Hellenic civilization that harvested saffron and had monkeys.

Their eyes connected, dreaming of the white and blue buildings and the blue Mediterranean. Kim felt a hand on her thigh and looked into Mick's eyes. Mick got closer, and their lips touched. They kissed deeper.

Mick felt a hand on his thigh reaching into his shorts. The hand touched his head and played with it. It was a slender Asian hand that had played a violin and maybe a piano. It was experienced. Mick was deeply aroused.

Mick picked up Kim and pushed her against the smoky wall. It smelled like grease and olive oil. Her white dress pushed against it. He pulled her black g-string down and threw it to the ground. He released her pink nipples out of her white dress and let her breasts hang. Her disheveled black hair hung over her chest. He pushed her to the ground and mounted her, spreading her legs.

Spreading her legs out, he put the head of his 7" cock into her pink Asian pussy. The tip felt the wetness of her pussy. She saw just the tip go in and then looked at Mick's muscular figure over her. Then, she felt the tip go in. At the same time, his tongue touched her tongue in a light kiss. He grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks to go in deeper. His 7" cock pushed in lightly and then sped up.

"Marry me," Mick said.

Kim shook her head, “How do I know you’ll be loyal?”

Mick pushed in. Kim squealed.

Kim was a little surprised at how slow he took it. He was huge inside her and filled her. Each thrust, he touched the tip in and felt inside her and then pushed in. He didn't go fast, like other guys did. He was slow, deliberate, and deep. So deep inside that she could let him do the work. Time stood still for her while the sounds and smells of the room engulfed her. His eyes were innocent but wise. He took his time to stretch her.

He pushed in and penetrated her until she squealed. And did it again. And again.

She felt her hips quiver and her body shake. He went in three more times as she released herself onto him.

Kim then felt him flip her over so her ass faced him. He was such a wrestler. He pushed his dick in again. The tip went in with a different angle, and she opened up. This time slower and deeper. She let squeals go as she was pushed into the table that he had put her chest on. He was so thick, he was stretching her in a way no one had. She felt him hold her hips and push in, repeatedly. She had no control. She was wide open to the elements, the oceans, the sea, the skies.

She arched her back deep and let him in.

"I'll marry you, I'll do it if you put a ring on it," Kim said.

As he pushed her into the table, the water glasses on the table fell and spilled liquid uncontrollably. Liquid seeped into the carpets and onto Mick and Kim's already stained bodies.

Kim thought about the statue in the fountain. Masculine, muscled, toned. She thought about the delicate penis and balls on the statue. She felt the warm light and thought about ancient Greece. Something in her built up deep and tingled. The sensation went up her body and into her core. Mick was hitting her deep. Again and again.

Mick felt her cream on his cock. Her hips relaxed. She screamed.

And he felt her cream on his cock again. And again.

Her body went limp. Then, he smacked her ass and put a finger on her clit again, rubbing slow circles while he pushed in.

"I felt that," he whispered to her. The hot sun hit Mick's chest while he was covered in sweat and liquids. She was covered in sweat and a cocktail of liquids. She was a mess, an educated mess. In addition to the marks on her legs and thighs from earlier, her abdomen was now red from being pushed onto the table, and her hips red from the squeeze of Mick's hands.

She was deeply relaxed.

"Did you finish?" she almost asked, but then modified her query to, "Ready to cum, fiancé?"

“Are you convinced I’m loyal now?” Mick asked.

Kim shook her head and arched her back.

Mick smiled a sweaty no. He then kissed her deeply so their tongues flowed together. She could feel his saliva in her mouth with his cock against her body. She could feel his cock inside her and his thumb on her clit.

Kim reached down and felt Mick still hard against the back of her thigh.

They looked up and froze, seeing the waitress in the corner of the room. Mick had Kim pushed on a table. Kim still had her white dress, g-string down her leg, and breasts hanging out, and Mick had his trunks pulled to the floor with shirt off. His erect cock was against Kim's rear.

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Valeria was an observer of things and especially people. She was 5'4, with black hair, tan skin, and used to be a classical dancer in her native Colombia. In the US, she was a waitress. Despite her occupation, she liked designer, clothing, and jewelry. She had a lot of money stockpiled from family wealth.

It was a pretty quiet day at work, with the regulars drinking and being loud downstairs.

While working, an odd couple came in. A gorgeous, impeccably dressed Asian woman in a white dress and designer hat, and a brown-skinned man. The woman dripped of class and money. Valeria could tell she was a ballerina who couldn't continue once her boobs grew.

The man looked good, brown skin, tattoos, a short beard, wearing shorts and a light shirt that matched the woman's dress. Put together and sexy. He had the body of a Greek hero, more Hercules than Apollo.

The woman moved like a ballerina. The man, like a fighter.

If he were Latin, he'd have been Valeria's type. But he wasn't, so right now, he wasn't.

Valeria placed the woman's type as a rich, WASP-y New England white guy in tailored clothing.

As she seated the couple, she noted their eyes on her. When she left the room, the couple were talking. They looked like they had been together on a few dates. Valeria spoke to them for a few more minutes and found out they had been together since college. And, he hadn't even asked her to marry him. Why was she with him, she questioned.

So long together, and not married. And the woman’s white dress was gorgeous.

As Valeria returned to the room, the couple was a lot closer to each other. The woman's eyes locked with the man's. They were really close.

Watching their body language, she saw a delicate touch, and then another. And the man reached in for a kiss. Valeria went silent and stood near the entrance of the room. In complete silence.

The woman reached into the man's pants.

Valeria watched closer and felt heat building inside her body. She was breaking the rules, and in a place she shouldn't have been. But, she kept watching.

Quickly, the couple was against the stained wall and then on the squalid floor, the man on top.

Valeria took a peek at his cock. It was large, thick, brown, with a polished head. It wasn't the biggest she had seen, but it was really nicely formed. One secret is that she liked porn a lot. She had seen a lot of dicks.

But this one was thick and regular except for a slight curve to the left. It was ready to penetrate. The man looked into the woman's eyes. Her dress was still on, but her breasts hung out. Her hair was a mess.

Valeria watched the brown cock touch the tip of the pink pussy. Valeria was wondering how the cock would fit into such a tiny hole. Valeria's heart started beating a little faster. It made sense why the woman was with the man.

Valeria watched as the man gently put the head in and then shifted his momentum into the woman's delicate Asian pussy. The speed was a work of art. It was a fluid dance between a wrestler and a ballerina. She could not take her eyes off their bodies.

A deeply jealous person, Valeria watched each stroke go in and out. This was happening as she was working her job in this cheap restaurant. Valeria took three silent steps closer to the couple to get a better view. Her heart beat was very high. She kind of wanted the man for herself.

She then watched something special. The woman shook on the floor as the big brown cock kept entering her pink pussy. Fluids gleamed on the bodies and the cock. "What a slut," Valeria thought, "he just went deep and made her cum."

Her jealousy was deeply piqued.

Were they done?

Valeria saw the man then lift the woman by her hips and rotate her into a doggystyle position. "Again?" Valeria almost groaned to herself in silence. Valeria got a little closer to the couple. Her heart beat was peaking.

The man went in from behind, leaving the designer dress on the woman and letting her breasts hang. Valeria started tingling and felt her own pussy getting soaked. She took her top off, watching in a red bra.

The big brown cock went into the pink pussy repeatedly from behind. It was beautiful. The woman shook again in her white dress, quivering in the sunlight. Two glasses of water and one soda had fallen on the couple, and they were soaked in sweat and every other bodily fluid. The man had his big brown cock against the woman's pale butt cheeks. "She came again, fucking hot," Valeria thought.

The couple paused suddenly. The woman looked at Valeria in shock, like she was about to get arrested or denied admission to an Ivy League institution. Valeria looked away immediately and then looked back. Her heart was racing. She couldn't look away the wet cock on the woman's ass cheek, a beautiful moment.

Valeria was less than 5 feet away from the sweaty, entangled couple.

Instinctively, Valeria said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I just like to watch." That sounded so stupid, she thought immediately.

Almost without pause, the man put his cock into the woman's pussy again.

"Please watch us," he said, speaking for the couple, "it's been a fantasy of ours since college."

Valeria approached closer and held the woman's ass and hips open. She reached her lips to the man's for just a touch.

Holding Kim's hips, Mick hit deep and fast, speeding up to break her pussy. Valeria's warm lips, tan skin, and touch were a nice contrast to the pink pussy he was hitting.

"Break it for me, baby," Valeria taunted Mick in her best Latina porn star voice, "break it for me, break that pussy for me."

Valeria put a hand on Kim's clit and held it gently while her lips touched Mick's. "Finish for me, baby," Valeria told Mick, biting Mick's ear. The movement of the bodies caused Valeria to quiver and release. She was having a deep orgasm, and her pussy hadn't even been touched.

“Does he always take a long time to cum?” Valeria asked Kim. Kim squealed a yes, laughing inside at her earlier taunt about how fast Mick came.

Mick thrust into Kim and then tried to pull out. Valeria held his hips so his brown cock stayed inside Kim’s pink pussy.

He squirted repeated streams of semen into Kim's pussy and then let it ooze onto Valeria's hands and arms. It was a complete mess. He continued to push semen onto Kim’s pussy and Valeria's fingers, palm, and wrists, and onto Kim's thighs, coating their warm bodies with his warm fluids.

Valeria held Mick's lips to hers while he came, indicating she owned his orgasm. It was hers. His semen was hers.

Kim arched her back to indicate Mick’s semen and orgasm were hers.

Valeria wiped Mick's semen on her bra and jeans. She took some of the semen off of Kim's tattoos and brushed it against the white dress. The trio was covered in fluids.

“Why haven’t you married her yet?” Valeria asked Mick, “She’s even wearing a white dress for you.”

Kim, bent on the table, smiled, feeling the sunlight hit her bare body.

Valeria curled her thumb and four fingers around Mick’s fat cock, making an impression of a ring. She took some of his semen and wiped it in a circle around Kim's naked hips.

Holding Mick's cock, she said solemnly, "I now pronounce you man and wife." A last drop of semen fell from the tip of Mick's cock onto Kim's ass.