Working Vacation
An E&I Island Story
Copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009
April 2003
Angie looked out the plane window and down at the island of Trinibogo.
It was a serene sight, an island about the size of Key West in the
Southern Caribbean. A new resort had just opened on this tropical
paradise and was getting rave reviews in all the travel books and magazines. The island was virtually undeveloped except for the resort and had been inhabited only by a small fishing village that had been tragically wiped out by a hurricane several years back. The survivors had built this resort with the help of a wealthy American investor. The resort was run by just the two dozen or so islanders and some imported help. They only allowed three hundred guests at the resort at a time.
Angie didn't care about that, she only cared that she wouldn't have to
think about work for the next week. She was an anthropologist at a major
university and put in long hours helping her husband, the professor,
with his classes. She looked over at James. At fifty, he was twenty
years older than she was. His head was buried in a Caribbean fishing
magazine and he planned on going out fishing several days during the
vacation. Angie planned on soaking up some rays while he was gone during
the day and hopefully rekindling some of their stagnant sex life during
the night.
The seaplane turned towards the resort and came down for a landing.
They left the dock and were greeted by three of the largest black men
Angie had ever seen. Each was bigger than the quarterback at her
university.
"Welcome to Trinibogo. I am Devon, the islands Governor and manager of
the resort. These men will take you to your rooms. Guests staying at the
hotel can take the left bus and the beach bungalows take the bus on the
right."
Angie and Jim were staying in a bungalow and followed a few people to
the bus on the right. The bungalows were on the western end of the
island and supposedly featured spectacular views of the sunset. They
featured running water and electricity, but no TV’s and phones. Moped's
were provided for traveling back to the resort with it's restaurants,
pool, bars, and casino.
The island was very beautiful. The dirt road the bus traveled along
followed the clear blue sea. The island was surrounded by beaches and
hidden coves allowing privacy. All the beaches were clothing optional.
Here and there, Angie could still see signs of the destruction caused by
the hurricane. Within minutes, the bus pulled up at their secluded
bungalow.
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Devon hopped on his scooter and traveled to Trinibogo's command center.
After the disaster, a hurricane shelter had been carved into the side of
Trinibogo's peak. A secret door led to the nucleus of the island, the
video monitors connected to the cameras hidden in every room and
bungalow on the island. Except for a few select wells, all the water on
the island was laced with Xcite and would make the women unusually horny
while making their men impotent. One by one, the female guests were
seduced by the "enhanced" islanders. The prettier ones were broadcast
over the internet to E&I's online subscribers. Many, were blackmailed
for money. Critics and travel agents had been seduced or blackmailed
into giving rave reviews of the new resort. After only a few short
months, 8 out of every 10 women visiting the island had given into their
lust and fucked islanders.
In addition to internet feeds and videotaping, the cameras were used to
follow the movements of the couples to see when the women were alone and
vulnerable. No TV’s kept the guests bored and out looking for something
to do. After a couple days, women were usually so horny the could think
of nothing but sex.
Devon walked over to the monitors and watched Angie changing into a
string bikini. The brunette beauty had the body of a stripper and bore a
striking resemblance to the actress Denise Richardson. Her breasts were so big and firm they looked like she would burst out of her bikini. This
one would definitely go out over the internet.
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Angie thanked the bartender for the drink and turned around a little
flushed. He was another giant black man like the ones that had greeted
them at the plane. She was wearing a halter top and skirt with her hair
done up. The man had openly ogled her body as she ordered a drink. His
attitude was one of complete superiority, like she was his for the
asking. Angie felt her nipples popping out under his scrutiny.
Jim was at the concierge making reservations for his first fishing trip
tomorrow. She saw an empty seat across from a woman and said, "Mind if
I sit down?"
"You too, huh?" said the woman.
"What's that?"
"Here for the men."
"I'm not sure what your talking about," said Angie sipping her drink.
The woman was slurring her words and appeared inebriated. "I'm here with
my husband on vacation. Aren't you?"
"My vacation ended weeks ago."
"Oh, then where's your husband?"
"I sent him packing. He will never satisfy me again. I'm staying till my
money is gone, then they tell me I can stay on as a maid or something."
Angie still couldn't quite make out what the woman was talking about.
"You’re telling me you like it here so much, you’re going to stay and become a maid?"
"It's the black cock that I like so much. These men are huge. I've
fucked eight of them and there hasn't been a cock under ten inches."
Angie wanted to laugh at the woman's drunken fantasies. "I can assure
you that the male penis doesn't get much bigger then six inches amongst
any culture or race in the world. Ten inch penises are rarities in
nature that occur only amongst a few individuals and never amongst a
small group."
"How do you know? You ever fucked a black guy?"
"I'm an anthropologist and I've participated in several studies of sex
organs on both men and women. Men don't have large penises largely
because women aren't built to accommodate them."
Angie didn't answer the second question. She had only slept with Jim,
but it was none of this drunken fools business.
The woman actually laughed at her. "Be at the North beach tomorrow
around noon and you'll see the truth."
Angie was saved from the drunken fools ramblings by the arrival of Jim
and their being called to go to their table for dinner. Angie was glad
to get away from the woman.
Their waitress was a French girl who had come here on vacation and
decided to move here. "Where are all the native women?" asked Jim.
"They were all killed during the hurricane. The men who survived were
part of the town's fishing fleet and took refuge at a larger island. The
tragedy is still too recent, the men don't like discussing it." said the
waitress.
They ate dinner and then left the resort riding double on a moped back
to their bungalow. Angie and Jim walked hand in hand along the beach
before retiring for the evening. Angie slid into her husband's arms on
the beach and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed her.
She pulled him closer. She couldn't remember being this horny. Her
vagina was soaked. Her nipples looked like two little missiles under the
halter top. She slid her hand under her husband's shorts and felt around
for his penis. She frowned when she found it, all shriveled up and
shrinking up into his scrotum. It felt tiny as she grabbed the head and
tugged on it a few times to make it hard.
It was Jim's turn to frown. "I'm sorry honey, I must be uncomfortable
doing this outside. Let's go inside."
Inside wasn't any better. "I guess I’m tired from the flight. I'll make
it up to you tomorrow."
Frustrated, Angie rolled over and took along time falling asleep.
Angie woke up extremely horny. She rolled over to see if Jim was up for
some action, but he was already gone. Today was Bill fish fishing day,
tomorrow was shark, if she remembered correctly. She got up and
showered, before heading down to the beach.
The problem with having an isolated, romantic spot with your husband,
was that when your husband was gone, it was just isolated. Angie quickly
grew bored. She couldn't believe she didn't bring a book to read. She
explored for a while and snorkeled for a bit, then decided she wanted to
be around people.
Angie put some flip-flops on and a wrap around skirt over her bikini
bottoms, then hopped on the moped and headed for the resort. She had an
early lunch and tried to decide whether to hang out by the pool or head
to a beach. Something nagged at the back of her mind and she remembered
the drunk woman telling her to be at North beach around noon. Angie
thought, why the hell not, asked directions and drove the short distance
to North beach.
The beach turned out to be a pristine little cove inhabited by about
twenty tourists lying around completely naked. Many were European and
didn't seem to mind, but a few looked American and seemed uncomfortable.
Angie noticed every male eye turning on her with interest to see her
remove her clothes. She wasn't sure whether or not to feel flattered or
embarrassed and decided to be both.
She had never considered doing anything even close to sunbathing nude
before and needed to think abut it. She removed a towel from the moped
and carried it down the beach near the water. Angie laid down and saw
the men's eyes turn away, their faces expressing disappointment at her
not stripping her clothes off. She decided she wouldn't mind an all
around tan on her breasts and surreptitiously removed her top. Angie
promptly dozed off.
She awoke hearing the sunbather's gasping and giggling. She blinked away
the sunspots and checked her watch. It was noon, she hadn't been asleep
too long. She sat up, saw what the tourists were looking at and she
gasped herself.
One of the islanders was slowly walking down the beach towards them.
Sunlight glinted off a sweaty nude body covered in muscles. He could
easily have been a heavyweight boxer he was so big. The biggest things
about him were between his legs. The man's genitalia were huge. His
penis was plump and dangled down about ten inches, swinging ponderously
as he walked. His testicles were in a huge scrotum. They looked bigger
then oranges and hung down halfway to his knees.
Angie felt guilty staring at the black man, but she wasn't alone. Every
person on the beach was staring at him. The women looked fascinated, the
men horrified. None of the men came close to the black islander in terms
of physical perfection. Most were chubby Europeans with shrunken little
penises hiding in the shade under their bellies.
Several women seemed familiar with him and waved at him. They seemed to
wait on baited breaths hoping he would approach them, but he just kept
walking down the beach.
Angie was fascinated as she watched him go by. She had never seen
anything like this in her life. The intellectual side of her wanted to
study this perfect man. It was as if he were a genetically superior
human. The drunk woman had indicated that the genitalia of all the men
on the island were like the nude, black beachcomber's. Impossible, but
she would have said the same thing about one man being like this. His
physical perfection was also abnormal for the usually malnourished
islanders. She had vowed not to think about work at all this vacation,
but this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Angie packed up her
things and ran for the moped.
Angie was intellectually curious about this man and the people of
Trinibogo, but there was another side to it. Her body was just as
fascinated as her mind with the man. Angie's heart was beating fast
and her nipples had hardened as she road topless down the street. The
vibrations of the moped between her legs was doing strange things to her
vagina. She felt her bikini bottoms moistening, but attributed it to the
heat.
Angie stopped the moped a short while up the beach and walked back down
to the water. Soon enough, the black man appeared around a cove and
grinned at her. "Didn't I see you down at the North beach?" he said with
a thick island accent.
"Yes," said Angie.
"Something you want?" he asked grinning.
"Yes. This is hard for me to say, but I couldn't help but notice your
large genitalia."
"Large? I'm about average for a black man."
Angie was taken aback. "I can assure you that I've participated in sex
surveys and there's no real difference between the races. You are quite
unique."
"I've gone swimming with the other islanders and we're all like this."
This was a scientist's dream come true. An island of hung black men. "I
would like to study you. I'm an anthropologist in the states."
"What exactly do you want?
"I know this is awkward, but I'd like to measure your penis and I'd need
to take a picture of it. I'd need to examine some other men also."
"This would be published?"
"Hopefully. I wont use your name but pictures of your penis would be in
the paper. I can pay you."
"How much?"
"A couple hundred."
"I'll do it."
"Great, I'm staying at the bungalows. Could we do it today? My husband
is out fishing and won't disturb us. I could give you a lift on my
moped."
"Let's go. By the way, my name is Joseph Ngong."
"Angie Simpson."
"Nice to meet you. Let me steer, you can ride behind me."
Before she knew what was going on, Angie found her breasts mashed into
the back of a nude black man as they rode towards the bungalows. She had
forgotten she was topless. Thank god she didn't know anyone on the
island.
Angie invited Joseph inside her bungalow and he sat on the couch while
she got a notebook and camera. She hadn't brought a ruler, so she took
out a one dollar bill to use as a measuring tool.
"First off Joseph, may I take a picture of you? I can do it from the
neck down."
"It doesn't matter to me. Tourists take pictures of me all the time.
Didn't you see all the cameras going off when I walked by on the beach?"
"No, I hadn't noticed. Have you ever measured your penis?"
"No ma’am."
Angie was making notes in her book. She was so intent on her work, she
remained topless and didn't give a second thought to having a nude black
man in her room. "I'm going to measure it against this dollar. I want
you to take a picture as I do it."
"Ok, no problem mon."
Angie kneeled down and found her face was dead even with Joseph's
crotch. "I'm going to have to lift your penis up."
"Be my guest."
Angie had only actually touched a few men's penises in her life, just
her husband's and a few boyfriends. None of them even came close to
Joseph's in length or girth and he wasn't even hard. "Is it always this
plump?"
"Yes."
"How much smaller does it get? Like when you're cold."
"It never gets smaller."
"Interesting. I'm going to lift it up now." Angie grasped the tip and
pulled it out. It immediately grew another inch. ""Damn you're getting
hard. Hurry up and take the picture," she said holding out the dollar
along his shaft. It was bigger then the dollar.
"Sorry," he said taking the picture. "The damn thing gets hard all the
time. It rarely goes down."
"Hand me the camera, I want to get a shot of your testicles. Hold your
penis up so that I get a clear photo." Angie clenched a fist to get a
comparison shot against his balls, finding them as large as her fist,
probably twice as large as any nut sack she had ever seen in any book.
When Joseph released his penis it stood straight out from his crotch,
completely hard. She gave him the camera back and held the dollar up
against his thick shaft. It took over one and a half bills from base to
tip. She estimated it at a foot long, maybe a little more.
His entire penis was dark black, crisscrossed with dark blue veins. She
stared at the thick head for close to five minutes then wrote in her
notebook: Appears bigger then a foot, head the size of a golf ball.
Precum glistened on the tip and a large drop formed, falling to the
floor. His precum was almost as much as one of her husband's real
orgasms. "Do you smell something?" she asked.
"No."
Angie sniffed the air around Joseph's penis. She smelled a strong
masculine scent. It didn't stink, it was actually a very enticing aroma.
She could almost sense his need to cum. Her own nipples ached they were
so hard. She had been so caught up in her research that she hadn't been
aware of her own arousal. "Do you masturbate to make it go down?"
"No, I just walk down the beach until I meet a woman to take care of it
for me."
"You’re kidding? I'm sorry if I ruined your day."
"The day ain't over Mrs. Simpson."
"What do you do if you don't meet a woman?"
"It has not happened yet."
"Joseph, I would like to get a DNA sample."
"What do you mean?"
"I would like a sample of your sperm and I'm also interested in seeing
the amount of ejaculate those large balls of yours produce. Would you
masturbate for me?"
"No, my people do not masturbate." Angie's stomach fell with
disappointment. "You can jerk it off for me if you want to see my sperm
that bad.
"What? I couldn't do that."
"Come on lady. You’re a scientist. All you have to do is be clinical about it. My cock won't hurt you. It don't bite."
Angie furrowed her brow and shook her head to clear it. She couldn't
think straight, She couldn't think beyond that foot long rod staring her
in the face. She wanted to touch it. She wanted to make it cum. "Ok,
I'll get some hand cream," she said getting up.
"I'll sit down on the couch and you can kneel between my legs while you
jerk off my cock."
"I was thinking, I would just stand behind you and stroke it for a few
minutes until you ejaculate."
"It's safer my way. You can make sure I cum on my chest instead of your
carpet and I don't know what you're used too, but it will take a lot
longer then a few minutes.
"Interesting. I should time it then and you're probably right about the
position."
Joseph spread his legs and Angie kneeled between them. His huge
testicles dangled over the couch and his penis stood up, angled towards
the ceiling. She squeezed out a dollop of lotion onto her hand and began
coating his cock with it. She had given a hand job to an old boyfriend
in high school. This would be similar, though more clinical, but the
outcome would be the same. She checked her watch and then began stroking
him with her right hand.
Joseph helped her by bucking his hips and thrusting his cock through her
fist. She stared fascinated as the big head thrust up, the pee-slit
opening as his skin stretched out.
Angie's arm quickly grew tired and she switched to her left arm. She
jerked him rapidly hoping he would cum soon, but then slowed to pace
herself as her left arm grew tired.
"Knead my balls. Get my cum churning."
Angie thought that might help so she brought her right hand up and
started gently squeezing his balls. She heard the camera click and
looked up. "Thought you might like a few more pictures," he said.
"Alright, try to get one of you ejaculating."
"Yes ma'am, but I'm not close yet."
He was long past the point any normal man would have ejaculated. "Try to
hurry ok, my arms are tiring."
"Try using both."
Angie nodded and brought her other hand up from his balls. She began
stroking him off with both hands. She bent the shaft down so that it was
pointed at her face and the camera went off again. "Can't you help me at
all? My arms are really tired."
"No ma'am. If they're that tired try using your mouth for awhile."
"No way," she cried, though the thought didn't disgust her like she
thought it would.
"Just put the head in. It'll excite me to see such a sexy lady sucking
my big black cock, that I'll cum quicker." Angie opened her mouth to
protest again and Joseph said, "Here I will help you get moving." He
grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down right over his
rigid cock. Angie tried to protest, but found she was licking all over
the head instead.
Joseph let go of her head and took some more pictures while she bobbed
her head along the tip of his cock. "Yeah that's it baby. Getting close.
Better suck some more of that big cock in your mouth." He tried not to
look at the mirror and the camera hidden behind it, probably zoomed
in on his cock right now. Being a simple fisherman, it was hard to
believe that people all over the world might be watching him getting a
blow job over the live internet feed. Part of his income depended on the
number of downloads he got and sales of the videos E&I would put
together. So far Joseph had done quite well for himself.
"How is it coming?" she asked taking her mouth off his cock, but
still licking around the tip.
"Not bad, but I've had better," he said. "Some girls know how to suck
your balls dry."
"This angered her. For some reason, she felt possessive of the big cock
in her mouth. Angie began bobbing her head over his cock again. This
time swallowing more with each thrust.
"That's it bitch suck that cock. Here it cums."
Angie had noticed his cock swelling in her mouth for a few minutes now
and she could feel the big veins pulsing. His entire cock spasmed and
her precious sperm sample was deposited in her belly. Angie moved back
and another wad slid down her throat. A third wad filled her mouth.
Angie was surprised at how hot it was and the taste was not unpleasant.
Angie was actually reluctant to take his cock out of her mouth, but she
tried anyway. Joseph had a tight grip on her head and she couldn't move
her head back any farther. She gave up trying and closed her eyes as she
suckled on his cock until she was sure she had milked it for every drop
of sperm left in the rod.
"Sorry about that," said Joseph. "You're one damn good cocksucker and I
lost control."
Joseph was crude, but his words sent a thrill up her spine knowing that
she had pleased him. "I actually enjoyed doing it, but I really need a
genetic sample."
"Oh, I can go again," said Joseph.
"Seriously?"
"Sure, look it hasn't shrunk much at all."
"I really wanted a shot of your initial ejaculate. A second time this
soon won't be as much."
"Look at my balls baby. There'll be enough to fill up that canister."
Angie had prepared an empty film canister to get her sperm sample.
"You’re just going to have to keep me aroused."
"What do I do?"
"Lay back on the couch," said Joseph standing up.
Angie did as she was told and before she knew it, Joseph had yanked her
bikini bottoms off, throwing them across the room. "What are you doing?"
She was now completely nude and still very aroused from blowing him.
"I need to see you in order to stay hard." He climbed on the couch and
kneeled between her spread legs. "Spread your pussy lips apart."
Angie's hand automatically went between her legs and held herself open
for him.
"Man, you're really soaked. Let me rub it in some of your juices."
Before she could stop him, Joseph pushed his cock head down and slid it
along her labia. Angie let out an involuntary moan. "Oh god, be careful
with that thing," she cried.
"Oh oh. It's not working. My cocks starting to lose interest."
"It looks fine to me," said Angie. His cock was as big as she had ever
seen it.
"No, no, no, I know me own cock."
"What do we do?"
"Better let me put it in you. Pretend we're fuckin. That'll fool it."
Joseph pushed down on his thick black rod until her lips stretched wide
and the head entered her pussy.
Angie's pussy had never stretched that far open and she was surprised it
didn't hurt. Damn it, it felt good even. It was all Jim's fault for
leaving her all horny. "Ok, just the head, but no more. Women aren't
built to handle equipment like yours."
"I haven't had any complaints yet," said Joseph rotating his hips so
that his cock head moved around in her pussy.
"You mean to tell me that you know women who can take all that monster?"
Angie stared at the 10+ inches sticking out of her vagina, though her
hips were bucking up into it blocking her view.
"Every woman I've been with."
"You mean the female natives of this island?"
Joseph's face darkened a moment. "No, I mean the white sluts from the
mainland and Europe."
"Impossible!"
"Here, I'll prove it. I'll push it in all the way and then pull out."
"Ok, but pull out if I tell you to and try to orgasm on my belly for the
sample."
Angie braced herself for pain, but thankfully Joseph took it slow,
working his cock in and out of her pussy almost as if they were fucking.
This was feeling less like research every second.
"Tell me when I'm in as far as your husband," he said grabbing her legs
and pulling them farther apart.
"It's hard to tell, you’re so much thicker and all, but I think you're
there now." Angie was sweating now. He was so big, every single nerve
ending in her vagina seemed alive."
Her body was starting to respond to this new cock. She was finding it
impossible to remain clinical. Her hips were still rising to meet the
thrusts of his cock as he continued to work it deeper. He let go of her
legs and she immediately wrapped them around his back pulling him down
on her body.
Joseph's muscular body completely enveloped her. She felt completely
safe and submissive in his arms. It did hurt a little. It felt as if she
was losing her virginity all over again. Her pussy stretched and
reshaped itself to Joseph's cock. "I'm having trouble with the last few
inches," he said. "Hang on."
Joseph pulled back so that just the tip was in her vagina and then
slammed forward. He rammed his entire cock forward until his balls
slapped her ass. Angie's screamed in delight as her pussy ballooned up and spasmed around his cock with her first orgasm in months.
"There you took it all," said Joseph his face just inches from her own
as he stared into her eyes. "Ready for me to pull out?"
"No," she said meekly.
"What do you want then?"
"I want you to fuck me with that thing, fuck my pussy with your big black cock," she panted. Her words were cut off as he leaned down and kissed her, his cock beginning to move in her pussy.
Angie had never imagined sex could ever be as good as it was with Joseph
Ngong. His cock relentlessly pounded into her pussy bringing her to
orgasm after orgasm. She had never had multiple orgasms before and each
one grew in intensity, each successive one becoming the biggest of her
life. Her body writhed in ecstasy beneath his pounding.
"Here it comes," he said. "Where do you want your precious sperm
sample?"
"In my pussy. Fill me with your cum." It felt like a fire hose was turned on in her pussy as his cum hosed her womb with sperm. Her body shook from the orgasm he gave her. Angie's eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she passed out with a smile on her face.
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Angie woke up to find herself nude on the couch with her legs still
splayed open and sperm pouring out of her open pussy. Joseph was gone.
She checked her watch. It was almost three, two and a half hours after
she had started stroking the islander's cock. She had forgot to check
how long it took him to ejaculate. She wondered how long she had been
passed out, he couldn't have lasted this long both times, but then his
semen hadn't even started to cake yet. All his cum was now mixed with
her own, ruining any hopes of a sample.
Walking bow legged, Angie went to clean up the couch and shower before
Jim got home.
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Luckily, Jim seemed tired from fishing all day and wasn't interested in
sex. She watched appalled as he changed, his little shriveled penis
shrunken into his scrotum. It was like a worm compared to Joseph's black
snake. They were both tired so they went to sleep instead of hitting the
clubs.
Angie awoke feeling terrific and refreshed. Despite the best sex of her
life yesterday, she was still horny. Must be something about this
island, she thought getting a drink of water.
Angie showered, threw on some clothes and rode into the resort for some
breakfast. She planned on spending the day on the beach at her bungalow
so she bought a paperback romance by Lacy Lovelorn and headed back to
the beach.
Angie threw on her bikini, grabbed a chair and headed down to the water.
When she got there, she decided to go naked, no one would see her. She
removed the bikini, sat, and started to read.
She had never read Lacy Lovelorn before, but she was popular and her
books had been about all the little store carried. Angie found herself
drawn into the plot about a Southern Belle and was shocked to find she
was yearning for a slave. Angie closed the book and looked at the cover.
It was die cut so she opened it and saw a picture of a muscular black
man standing over a white woman in a ripped gown. The picture wasn't of
the woman in the man's arms like most romances, but of her kneeling
submissively at his feet.
Angie started reading again, finding the sex growing more and more
graphic until the book was little more then a pornographic story. The
black slaves rose up and took over the plantation forcing all the white
men to watch as their women became addicted to the large cocks of the black men.
Angie closed the book. It had ended with two slaves fucking the heroine
and she was horny as hell. Her nipples looked liked missiles and the seat of her chair was wet from her dripping juices. Then she noticed the
black men.
Joseph had rounded the corner walking down the beach, nude again,
followed by two men. One was Devon, the manager of the resort. He was
tastefully dressed for work in white shorts and a shirt. The other man
was wearing skin tight Speedos. His bare chest was as big as Joseph's
and the bulge under his Speedos was almost as impressive.
"Allo Miss Simpson," called Joseph.
"Hello, What are you doing here?"
"You said you'd need to get some measurement off the other islanders, so
I brought some friends. I'm sure you've met Devon and this is David Mafune, one of the resort‘s bartenders." He pronounced David, Daveed.
"Oh, well, I wasn't exactly prepared for guests."
"You look ready to me," said David.
Angie was suddenly very conscious of her nudity and her state of
arousal. Her eyes kept flicking longingly towards Joseph's dangling
cock. Yesterday, had been a fluke and she wasn't about to repeat it, but
it was hard not to think about it. "Alright then, let me go change and
I'll be ready in a minute. Joseph, would you mind coming with me?"
"Of course not," he said following her into the bungalow. He immediately
grabbed her and spun her around kissing her passionately.
Angie let their tongues play tag a moment before finding the strength to
push him away. "Joseph, you didn't tell those men about yesterday did
you?"
"Of course not, I'm a gentlemen." He hadn't told them, they had watched
the whole thing over the internet. Angie and Joseph's little scene had
received thousands of downloads in just twenty-four hours. Viewers liked
the anthropologist angle.
"Thank you. What happened yesterday was a mistake and can't happen
again. I'm a married woman."
"Most of the women I fuck are married, but if you got a problem with it
I understand. If you change your mind though," he said shaking his cock
which had hardened considerably from their embrace.
Just once more? No, she shook her head to clear it. Angie grabbed her
bikini and put it on while Joseph watched her. "Call your friends in."
Devon, David, come on in."
"You two know why you’re here?" she asked.
"Yes," said Devon. "Is it true you might publish pictures of us in a
journal?"
"Yes. The men of this island seem to be unique in the genital area and
for usually malnourished islanders in extremely good health."
"What do you mean?" asked David.
"Your cocks- your penises are bigger then average."
"I lived in the mainland for years and I can assure you all the black
men I know are like this," said Devon.
"Every study ever done shows no size difference of any significance
among the races. I've seen nude black men before and they're all the
same as whites. I think there must be something in your diets."
"What do you want from us?" asked Devon.
"Remove your clothes and let me get some pictures of you. Then I'll need
to measure your erections. Do either of you know how big you are when
erect?"
David shook his head. Devon said," If my understanding of American
measurements is correct, twelve of your inches."
Angie watched them change. "I was wondering how your English got so
good," she said to Devon. He was slowly removing his shirt opening it up
to reveal his muscle covered chest. David had pulled off his Speedos
revealing an incredibly thick, dangling cock.
"I moved to New York and ended up working as a lifeguard on Long Island.
I returned home after the disaster. I've met the author of that book you
were reading."
"Lacy Lovelorn?"
"Yes, she lives in Stony Harbor, the town I worked for." His shirt was
completely off and he was slowly opening his shorts. Her eyes followed
his hands as he unzipped and lowered his shorts to show his impressive
coc-penis. She needed to remain clinical. She was a scientist after all.
"Great. Now let me get a picture of each of you." Angie found the film
was almost all used up from her session yesterday with Joseph. She
changed the roll and replaced it taking some close-ups.
"Bring those big coc- bring yourselves over here so I can measure and
compare your penises," she said kneeling. All three black men walked
over to her, their cocks hanging right before her face. "Joseph, I don't
need any more measurements from you." He was standing in the middle of
the two other men.
"I thought I could help take pictures for you," he said.
"Good idea. Lets start with you Devon. May I touch your penis?
"Of course. You need to make it hard."
Angie didn't have to do all that much. All three cocks were rising as
she stared at them. She grabbed the tip of Devon's penis and tugged to
get it fully erect. Joseph took a picture as she held the dollar up to
it. She borrowed the camera and took a picture of his testicles, then
turned her attention to David. His wasn't as long, maybe eleven or a
little less, but his was thicker then the other two. Angie noticed that
the masculine smell from yesterday had returned and was stronger, coming
from all three men.
Angie tugged on David's cock watching her hand slide along it's length.
She didn't want to stop stroking it, even though it was completely hard.
She looked over at Devon and was surprised to see her left hand had
never let go of his cock and was slowly stroking it. Joseph's cock was
rock hard and bobbing before her face. "You still need a sperm sample,
Angie."
"Yes," she said. As she spoke, Joseph moved forward so that the head of
his cock pressed against her lips. She puckered to kiss it, then opened
her mouth to let him in. Soon she had a huge black cock in each hand and
one in her mouth.
Angie began concentrating on Joseph's cock, trying to swallow more then
yesterday. She was only vaguely aware of Devon pulling back until his
cock was out of reach. She brought her free hand up to massage Joseph's
balls. She still wanted that sperm sample, but also craved swallowing
every drop of his cum.
Angie sighed as Devon began massaging her shoulders and neck. One hand
rubbed her neck while another worked it's way down her back until with
one swift motion, her bikini top fell to the floor. Her sighs turned to
moans as his hands slid around her sides and began stroking her nipples
like they were miniature cocks. Just when her nipples turned so
sensitive, she thought she couldn't take anymore, he released them and
began rubbing her back again. Devon's hands massaged her waist, working
down until they rested on the knots of her bikini bottoms and then they
too fell to the floor.
David pushed his way forward and she turned her attention to his cock.
She kissed, licked, and sucked both black cocks alternating every few
minutes. She was bobbing her head over Devon's cock when he began
pulling back until she had to fall forward on her hands and knees to
keep his cock in her mouth. He sat, then laid down on the floor as she
continued sucking his cock on her hands and knees.
Devon moved between her legs and placed the head of his cock against her
moist pussy lips. He slid the tip along them until they became coated
with her juices and then he pushed forward. He slowly worked more inside
her. Her pussy received him more readily then it had Joseph yesterday
and she feared becoming addicted to these black cocks. "Shit, that feels
So good," she moaned as he pushed half inside her. She was already
addicted.
Angie returned her mouth to sucking off David while Devon began pumping
her pussy. The force of Devon's thrusts pushed her forward until her
lips were touching David's pubic hair. She had swallowed him whole, his
thick cock stretching her throat out farther then Joseph's had.
Eventually, Devon worked it all in and she found it hard to concentrate
on David's cock when the orgasms started coming. She settled for sucking
the tip while stroking him off with her hand. Her ministrations worked
and David's cock began swelling as his orgasm approached. The size of
his orgasm was as impressive as Joseph's had been. Her cheeks bulged
out until she had to gulp his first wad of sperm down. Devon's cock
exploded in her pussy causing her to shudder as a big orgasm rocked her
body. The orgasm caused her to lose control of the cock in her mouth and
David's second wad splattered across her face. She clamped her mouth
back down over it in time to swallow the rest.
Joseph pushed David aside and she resumed sucking on a hard cock while
Devon pulled out. Joseph fell to his knees and laid down on the floor. He pushed her head back and said, "Mount me."
Joseph's cock and body were so big that she had to squat down over his
cock. She groaned in orgasm as she slowly lowered herself down until
their pubic hair ground together. She rode Joseph for awhile cumming
constantly as he sucked on her nipples. He grabbed her ass, pulling her
cheeks apart as he lifted her up and down his rod. Something poked her
exposed rosebud and she looked over her shoulder to see Devon squatting
down with his cock poised to enter her asshole.
Devon pushed and a searing pain ripped through her body as his big cock
head entered her. He paused to let her get used to him and then pushed
another inch in. Luckily, his cock was still coated with their cum and
the friction was minimal.
Devon pushed more in until she could feel both their cocks rubbing
against each other separated by only a thin membrane. Joseph had paused
while Devon broke her anal cherry, but now he grew impatient and began
bucking his hips. Angie was now used to having her ass stuffed full of cock and was beginning to enjoy the double penetration.
Hands grabbed her cheeks and pulled her mouth upwards. David's cock was
hard again and he pushed it in her mouth. All three black men had
now plugged her holes.
Devon came first. His cum filled her ass and he withdrew in time to
spray some on her back. David pulled his cock out of her mouth and took
Devon's place. His thick cock stretched her out a little more, hurting
her, but she quickly grew used to that too. He came just as Joseph did
and Angie shuddered as a huge orgasm rocked her body.
******************
"Honey, why are you crying?" asked Jim. Angie looked out the window of
the plane as they flew over Trinibogo. "I promise I'll see a doctor
about my erection problem when we get back."
Like it makes any difference, she thought. "It's not that Jim. I just
don't want to leave. I'm not ready to go back to work yet." Angie had
turned into a complete slut, fucking and sucking at least eight other
black men the rest of the week as well as Joseph, David, and Devon.
"Cheer up, maybe we can come back next year and you were hinting about
some paper you wanted to write."
Could she wait a whole year? She was still a scientist and did want to
get her paper published.
*******************
"Honey, this is bullshit," Jim had said after reading her paper. Now he
knew the truth. He was white as a ghost and looked like he would throw
up. She had sent him to develop her film from their vacation.
"Sorry Jim, I had to get measurements. Don't let it give you an
inferiority complex." He didn't say anything as he threw the film pack
at her, hitting her in the chest.
Jim turned and walked out the door. "I'm keeping the negatives. You
won't have anything after the divorce, you slut. Be out of my house by
tomorrow night."
Angie was too shocked to cry as she sat down on the couch and opened the
film packet. The one on top showed her pussy splayed open and filled
with cum. Joseph had taken pictures of her after she had passed out and
before. She felt a deep sense of longing as she looked at half his cock
protruding from her mouth. The pictures grew worse. David had taken
pictures of her being double fucked by Joseph and Devon. Somehow, there
was even a picture of cum pouring out of her ass as her sphincter closed
up.
The measurement pictures were in there and Angie's paper was published in every major medical/anthropology paper in the country. Dozens of
theories were thought up to explain the large genitalia of the
Trinibogans. None made sense.
********************
Angie patted the small mound growing in her belly as she sat nude on the
beach. The drunk woman she had met her first night on vacation sat
beside her. The other woman's pregnancy was much later.
Angie had received a large grant to further study the Trinibogans. She
had stolen the money and moved here only to have Devon confiscate it the
moment her plane landed. Not that she needed money here. Both women were
deliriously happy. Before their pregnancy showed, they worked as
waitresses or maids. When they weren't working, they were expected to
serve the black men in whatever capacity they could, cooking, cleaning,
and sex, lots and lots of sex. Every black man needed to get off at least three times a day and so far there weren't enough women living here to take care of them all.
That was slowly changing though, she thought as she watched the plane
carrying the next batch of tourist circling the island.
The End
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