48 What Happens on Trinibogo...

What happens on Trinibogo...
An E&I Island Story
Copyright 2005 by Stormbringer
Revised 2010

June 2004


"Cough." Despite being one of Floyd's closest friends, the doctor always
snickered when he cupped Floyd's genitalia. "You don't really want to do
this do you?"

"No." Floyd had come in for a physical and was under orders to discuss
getting a vasectomy. "And you know what, screw Jess." Floyd looked down
at his penis in the doctor's hand. Floyd was a fit, muscular guy that
looked like a movie star, but fate had cursed him with a small penis. It
looked like a little thumb dangling over two walnuts. Erect, it strained
to reach four inches on a good day. "How'd you like to help me get back
at her?"

Screw the bitch is exactly what I'd like to do, thought the doctor.
Jessica Frost was one stunning woman. "What did you have in mind? You
can get dressed now."

"Write me out a prescription for fertility pills. The strongest you
got."

"Unethical, but consider it done. I know how much you've always wanted
children."

*****************

"I still don't think this is a good idea. The Senator needs me."

Floyd Frost smiled at his wife as they walked through Tyson's Corner, a
large mall outside Washington DC. "The Senator was all for the idea my
love. He thinks you need a vacation as much as I do."

Jessica was the chief of staff to Senator Spalding of Idaho. The Senator
was a strong white house contender and Jessica could well end up as the
Chief of Staff to the President or maybe even Secretary of State. The
one roadblock to the Senator's rise was that he was slightly bigoted.
He'd never been a racist before, but his daughter, a Miss Teen Idaho
contestant, had moved to New York to start a modeling career and ended
up in lesbian and interracial porn.

Jessica's career was her number one priority. Her husband was number
two. Floyd didn't mind all that much. Jessica was making the big bucks,
but he was desperate for children. Jessica was so petrified at the
thought of children interfering with her rise to power, that she rarely
allowed her husband to touch her sexually. When they did have sex, Floyd
always had to wear a condom as Jess was allergic to the pill. Her fear
of pregnancy also had her freeze up in bed. She wasn't experimentitive,
never did oral, and basically laid still praying for Floyd to get over
quickly which he usually did.

Floyd had tried everything to get his wife to loosen up. He tried
getting her drunk and once thought she moaned softly in her stupor, even
raised her hips slightly. He tried porn, but that only made Jess comment
on the size of the male porn star's dicks. Floyd lied and told her that
the men were all one in a thousand super studs hired for their large
cocks. The truth was that the men in the movies they watched were all
normal men with average penises in the six inch range.

"Did I just see you grin?" asked Floyd, as they entered a swimwear store.

"I am looking forward to getting some sun." Jessica's one small luxury was to take two weekends during the summer to go to the beach on Maryland's Eastern shore. She loved lying in the sand and sun tanning.

Jess started looking through the swimwear. Floyd shook his head as she
flipped through some conservative one piece suits. "Why Trinibogo?" she
asked. "I've never heard of it. "Why not Saint Martin, Saint Thomas, or
Aruba or something?"

"Trinibogo is a fairly new resort. Remember the hurricane that wiped it
out some years back? Apparently the island is sparsely inhabited and
not overrunning with annoying tourists or Eurotrash. I wasn't aware of
it, but the travel agent had just gotten back from there. She seemed
rather in awe of the place and looked dreamy eyed the whole time she
talked about it. She's planning on going back with friends as soon as
she can get away."

"Well honey, it's a wonderful anniversary present." Jessica had now
moved on to a rack of bikinis much to Floyd's delight.

"We arrive the night before our anniversary and exactly six weeks."

"What do you mean?"

"Six weeks after my operation," lied Floyd. "Right when we can make love
again."

"Oh yeah." Jessica crinkled her nose at the thought and Floyd didn't miss it.

"Meaning no more condoms."

"I'm not so sure about that. How do you know it's 100% guaranteed not to
get me pregnant. Plus it's messy." Jess crinkled her nose again.

"Come on Jess. Just for the week we're there. I didn't get fixed so that
I had to wear a condom. Plus, condoms aren‘t one hundred percent effective either."

"Sshh, keep it down. I'll think about it. Maybe that week I'll let you.
I just can't get pregnant. Not now of all times."

Floyd smiled and nodded. Tonight he would began slipping the fertility
pills into Jess's drinks. The vacation falling on their anniversary was
just a lucky coincidence. He'd actually tied the trip to what he had
calculated as Jessica's most fertile time period.

What neither husband nor wife knew was that Floyd's penis wasn't capable
of getting her pregnant. His ejaculate didn't shoot, It dribbled, barely
enough to fill a thimble. This, along with his short length and a low
sperm count meant that it would be a miracle for him to conceive at all.

Jessica tried on some swimsuits with Floyd peering over the changing
room door giving his opinion which she never listened to, but always
asked for. Jessica spun around seeming to like a lame one piece all
black suit. The black did look good on her. Jessica had creamy white
skin. Her hair was also raven black and black was her best color. She
had bright green eyes and full pouty lips. Jessica Frost stood nearly
six feet tall with a supermodel's willowy body and a stripper's DD
chest. Her proud breasts were just now starting to sag as she approached
thirty. Women should not look this good and refuse to show off their bodies, thought Floyd. Jessica wasn't completely conservative.
She could look simply magnificent in an all black evening gown at
political balls. Floyd looked quite good in his tux for that matter too.
Together, they looked like a Hollywood glamour couple. "I think, I'll go
with this one," she said.

"Honey, you're going on vacation. You shouldn't be so conservative."

"I wouldn't mind a more even all around tan," she said, thoughtfully.
Jess tanned fairly well and with her pale skin, the covered areas of her
body always stood out when she was nude. She picked up a two piece. This
one fit perfectly, but I don't like the color. White doesn't suit me."

Jessica handed Floyd the suit and he returned it to the rack. Nearby a
dummy wore a sexy string bikini. "Now that's a swimsuit," said Floyd.
The dummy's Barbie-esque figure was amazingly close to Jessica's. "Wow!"
He pictured his wife wearing this perfect bikini. It came in black too.
The bottoms were held together by strings on the hips. Floyd looked
around and no one was near. He reached out and tugged on the strings.
The bottoms fell off the dummy revealing it's plain hairless crotch.
More strings held the top on. One around the neck and one around the
back. Four tugs and he could make his wife naked. "I wish," he mumbled.
Unfortunately, the black bikini had bottoms her size, but the maximum
top size was only a double C cup. Floyd shrugged and returned to his
wife.

"We have our winner."

Floyd peeped over the door and felt disappointed. The two piece was the
least she'd ever worn to the beach, but it was sad compared to a real
bikini. The bottoms were intended for a mother to cover stretch marks or
the bulge under her belly. They stopped just above her navel which was
sad because Jess had the sexiest stomach and belly button. The top was
more of a sports bra. Oh well, he thought, at least there was some bare
skin showing under her breasts.

Jessica took the suit off. "Be a dear and pay for this while I change."
She threw the suit over the door. Floyd took it and headed for the
cashier. He paused as he passed the string bikini display. He looked at
the lame suit in his hand and the sexy suits on the models. He smirked
and hung her two piece on the rack.

The bikini he bought was the black one with a cup size to small.

**************

Jessica was actually horny. She almost looked forward to sex when they
landed. They'd switched to a small sea plane in Puerto Rico. Apparently
Trinibogo didn't have an airport. Guests came by seaplane or cruise
ship.

Her arousal confused her. She'd started feeling it the day she and Floyd
went swimsuit shopping. It had grown as the date of their trip had
arrived. Jess couldn't recall feeling horny since the first couple of
times she and Floyd had gotten together as teenagers. She'd been horny
and ready then, but her arousal had faded after experiencing sex a
couple times. She knew she was between cycles which increased a woman's
arousal and she was nearing the so called female sexual peak, though to
her sex was more of a flat line experience. Even so, she was horny
enough to initiate sex which she never did. Not that she'd need to,
Floyd was chomping at the bit to get in her pants.

The plane flew over Trinibogo. The island was around the size of Key
West. Currently, they kept guests at only around 300 until the resort
could expand. The plane came down smoothly on the water and stopped
perfectly even with the dock. Three enormous black men greeted the dozen
plane passengers. Devon, the island's Governor shook each passenger's
hand. Jessica shivered as he took her hand in his strong grip.

The guests split onto two buses each driven by muscle bulging black men.
One bus headed towards the motel and resort. The other with Floyd and
Jess, headed towards the private suites. The private bungalows were
little houses right on a secluded beach. The sun was setting when the
bus came to a halt.

"What say we call it an early night," said Jess, dropping her bag.

"I agree, but how about we go get one drink." Floyd was eager to get his
wife into bed, but he had an ulterior motive for getting a drink.

"Why not?"

A small tiki bar served the bungalows. It was on the beach. Guests could
get cots or snorkeling equipment from a shed beside it. Another giant
black man was bartending. This one was as big and muscular as the
others, but had long dread locks down his back. Another tourist couple sat at a table playing dominoes. "Still serving?" called out Floyd.

"Getting ready to close up." The black looked up and his eyes fell on
Jessica. "But I'll stay open a while longer. What can I get you?"

"Amstel," said Floyd.

"White Russian," said Jessica.

"Samuel Dong. I'm here most nights."

"I'm Floyd Frost and this is my wife, Jessica."

"How long you here for?"

"All week."

Sam handed Floyd his beer. Unfortunately, Floyd had ordered a bottle and
Sam couldn't slip any Xcite into it. The sexy bitch however, got a
strong dose in her drink. "You're going to love your stay here." Sam
stared directly into Jess's eyes when he talked.

"Seems rather secluded," she replied. The huge black man was making her
nervous.

"Oh I think you'll find our island has more to offer then what you get
back home, Mrs. Frost."

Floyd didn't care for the way the intimidating
black man was staring at Jessica. "Lets take our drinks back inside,
honey. I'm sure Mr. Dong wants to get home."

"All right." The couple carried their drinks back up to their bungalow.
"I need to use the restroom."

This was just the opportunity Floyd had been waiting for. He had three
fertility pills left. As Jessica disappeared, he slipped them into her
white Russian.

Jessica returned and they finished their drinks. She leaned over and kissed Floyd on the lips after finishing. "What was that for?" he asked.

"For this wonderful surprise." She leaned over and kissed him again,
slipping her tongue into his mouth this time. Floyd's eyebrows shot up
in surprise. He quickly took Jessica in his arms and led her towards the
bed.

"Floyd."

"Yes," he said, unbuttoning her top.

"Can you were a condom?"

"Jess!" His words came out just like a pouty child might whine.

"We're all nasty from the flight and I want to fall asleep without the
mess.

"I didn't bring any."

Jessica reached into her shorts and pulled out a condom. "Tomorrow. On
our anniversary we can do it. I promise."

<"I think that has to be the hottest bitch ever to grace our island."
Devon stared at the screen from the island's command center. The other
islander with him agreed. "Looks like she's gotten some Xcite in her.
The horny bitch is about to be disappointed. Husband's gotten a dose too."

"Look again, mon."

"Zoom in on his prick. He's erect! That thing is tiny even for a norm.
The first of us to get his cock in that pussy is going to be a lucky
man.">

*************

Floyd was hard when he woke up the next morning. He pressed his erection
into Jessica's backside. She surprised him by pressing back. "No condom?" he asked.

"Alright, but lets shower first. I still feel dirty."

Jessica used the shower first. It was barely warm, but refreshing. She
finished, wrapped a towel around her and walked out to the bed. Floyd
playfully smacked her ass as he passed her towards the shower. Jessica
just shook her head and opened her suitcase. Her swimsuit was still in
the store's bag as she reached for it.

Floyd's dick stayed mostly hard throughout the shower. In a few minutes
he would be sinking his coatless prick into his wife's hot pussy and
maybe, she'd get knocked up. Floyd hurried up and quickly toweled himself dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and entered the bedroom. The sight before him nearly stunned him.

Floyd's eyes ran up Jessica's long shapely legs. The bikini bottoms were low cut and left the sexy area under her flat belly bare. Jessica's long stomach was exposed as were her ribs and a good two inches of breast flesh under the bikini top. The cups only covered the area around the nipples. He had a hard time taking his eyes of her bosom, but when he did, he nearly recoiled at the angry expression on her face. "How dare you?" she growled.

"I have no idea how..."

"Don't bullshit me, Floyd. I'm in politics."

"Sorry. I just thought you could stand to loosen up a little and go
crazy."

"I don't believe you did this."

"You look incredible. Hot. Sexy. Black is so your color."

"Asshole! I hope you still don't think you're going to get in my pussy.
You'll be lucky if I forgive you by the end of the week."

"But Jess? It's our anniversary."

"Leave me alone." Jess dug a wrap around skirt out of her luggage and a
blouse. She put both on, but left the blouse unbuttoned. Jessica grabbed
a bottle of suntan lotion and stormed out the door.

Floyd climbed the stairs and walked out on the balcony. The beautiful
blue waters of the Caribbean greeted him. They were in paradise and his
wife was ruining it. He watched Jessica walk down to the beach. She
grabbed a cot near the tiki bar and dragged it closer to the water. The
beach wasn't crowded and after awhile, Floyd watched her remove the
skirt and later the blouse.

Floyd returned inside and put his own suit on. He figured he'd give her
a little cooling off time before trying to join her or at least getting
his own cot and enjoying the sun alone.

Floyd returned to the balcony when he was finished. He looked down at
Jessica and found she had strolled down to the water. Floyd stumbled
back inside and quickly grabbed his digital camera. He snapped a quick
dozen shots of Jess wading in the water. She was so beautiful she could
have been a model used in an ad to come visit the island. His friends
would drool over these pictures.

Floyd put the camera down and noticed a black man with very dark skin
was strolling down the beach. The man called out to Jessica who turned.
Floyd could make out long dreadlocks down the black's back and realized
it was Samuel Dong, the bartender from the tiki bar. Sam's body rippled with muscles and he appeared to have a tube wrapped around his waist so that it swung freely between his legs. Floyd brought his camera up and zoomed in on the black man. Sam was as muscular as any man he'd ever seen. As big as any linebacker or heavyweight boxer, Floyd could think of.

Floyd frowned when he focused on the swinging tube between the islander’s legs. Nothing was tied around Sam's waist. The black man was nude! Floyd zoomed in on the islander's crotch and couldn't help snapping a picture. Dong's dick was a long plump monster that reached halfway down the black man's leg.

Floyd put the camera down and noticed Jess was staring down, her mouth
open in shock, as the islander approached. Sam stopped beside her and
chatted for awhile. Floyd couldn't help taking a picture of the two
perfect bodies standing together. Jessica made no attempt to cover up
her scantily clad body in the presence of the black man. Sam left and
strolled over to the tiki bar with his monster cock swinging between his
legs. Another black man was behind the bar. He waved at Dong and
switched places with him. The other black pulled down his shorts
revealing another monster cock. The black man headed down to the water
and went for a swim. Dong took his place behind the bar.

Floyd was rather surprised by the sight. Evidently Jess was too, because
she had stared at Dong as he walked away and now she appeared to be
staring at the other bartender swimming around. Floyd decided it was
time to go join her.

"Still mad?" he called, approaching her cot.

"Yes."

"Can I join you anyway?"

"Go ahead. It was still a jerk thing to do, but apparently I'm
overdressed."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at them." Jessica pointed at a couple walking down the beach. It was the couple they had seen playing dominoes last night. The man was nude and the woman was only wearing bikini bottoms. "Tell you what Floyd. I'll forgive you if you go nude."

"No way, Jess."

"No pussy, Floyd."

"Really? That's what it's going to take?"

"You embarrassed me by making me wear this piece of dental floss in public. Now I need you to feel embarrassed too."

"Ok, but just for awhile." Floyd stood up in front of Jess. He felt his
dick stir as he stared at her body lying on the cot. He gulped before
pulling his trunks down.

"I brought you two some complimentary drinks," said Sam strolling up. He
stood side by side with Floyd who suddenly wished he hadn't pulled off
his trunks. Floyd's thumb sized prick was now on display next to a huge
black salami nearly ten inches soft. "White Russian for the lady. And a
beer for my little buddy here." Floyd took the open bottle of beer.

"Thanks Sam," said Jessica smiling. Her face was eye-level with the
black's huge cock.

"Why don't you two allow me to give you one of my patented island tours.
I'm only filling in for an hour while my partner takes his break."

"That sounds good," said Jess.

"Great. Why don't you two enjoy yourselves for a few hours before I
pick you up. We'll do the scooter tour first and later I leave you two
to have dinner and change then I'll show you the island's nightlife.

"That was nice of him," said Jess, as Dong walked back to the bar.

"Yep," replied Floyd. He waited for Jessica to bring up the subject of
the islander's huge penis, but she didn't. He drained his beer still
picturing the giant black cock in his head. Even as he pictured it, he
felt his own penis shriveling up with inferiority. Floyd retrieved his
shorts and pulled them up to cover his less then impressive penis.
Jessica didn't object. Even as Floyd felt all sexual desire disappearing
from him, Jessica's appeared to be growing. Her nipples were very erect
and she squirmed in her cot as if aroused.

Indeed, she was quite horny. The beautiful woman threw herself on her
husband when they got back to their bungalow. Her arousal turned into an
angry disappointment when Floyd failed to get an erection. She was still
angry when Samuel knocked on their door.

They took two scooters on their tour of the island. Floyd and Jessica
doubled up on theirs. They passed through the undeveloped side first. The road circled the island. At the center of the island was a mountain. A road lead to a door in the side of the mountain. The whole area was protected by a tall security fence with cameras mounted on it. Sam explained that the place would serve as a hurricane shelter if the island ever got hit again. He didn't explain why so much security as needed.

They next rode past a forested area. Overturned mangroves and other
storm damage was still evidence of the destructive power of the
hurricane that had hit the island several year earlier. They stopped on
the North Beach and Floyd got to be horrified by the sight of a third massive black cock. An islander Sam introduced as Joseph Ngong was leaving the beach with a white female tourist from France. Both were nude.

"Come we can make the sunset," said Samuel, taking off on his scooter. The trio headed over to the main area of the island where the resort and casino was located along with some nightclubs and the marina. They watched the sunset over the fishing boats. A cruise ship was leaving the harbor just as the sun went down. "Lovely isn't it," said Sam and the Frosts had to agree.

Sam showed them one of the finer restaurants for the couple to enjoy
their anniversary dinner while he left them alone. The couple received a
complimentary bottle of champagne with their meal. Both were a little
tipsy by the meals end.

Sam met them back at their bungalow. He was wearing white shorts,
sandals, and an open Hawaiian shirt showing off his bare chest. The
black man whispered something to Jessica that made her frown as she went
to change. Floyd felt comfortable with what he was wearing so he and Sam
had a drink at the tiki bar while Jess got ready.

Jessica arrived at the tiki bar wearing her wrap around skirt and a
camisole top. She seemed nervous. "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Doing what honey?" asked Floyd.

Jess glanced at Sam who just grinned. "Wearing this," she said.

"You look fantastic."

"Not this. What's undernea..."

"Lets surprise your husband, girl." Sam stood and clapped Floyd on the
back. Floyd was a pretty big guy, but the black man made him feel small
and inadequate. He decided that he and his wife would have to ditch the
islander the rest of their trip. "Now let me introduce you to the
hottest nightclub on the island."

Floyd and Jess doubled up on their scooter and followed the black man
back towards the main resort. Sam's Hawaiian shirt flapped behind him.
"This is it," he said pulling his moped into a parking spot for
scooters.

"Shit," complained Jessica. "He wasn't kidding."

Floyd looked up at the building. Ska music was blaring out of the front door. Neon lights on a bra and panties lit up above a sign naming the club "The bikini bar".

"Shit!" Jess got off the moped and pulled her camisole off over her
head.

Floyd gaped as her big breasts bounced free of the top confined by the
undersized black bikini. "Jess! What on earth?"

"Apparently, this club only allows women inside who are wearing
bikinis." Jess nodded towards the entrance as a drunk woman in a bikini
stepped outside with her husband. Three girls in their late teens also
wearing bikinis came laughing down the docks to enter the club.

Floyd was overwhelmed by the eye candy inside the club. At least four
dozen women in bikinis filed the place and most looked good. Only a few
of them had no business wearing a bikini. Floyd filled with pride that
his wife was hotter then most. An equal number of men filled the bar.
Most wore open shirts or tee shirts and shorts. Six of the giant black
islanders were mingling with the tourists. All had white women on their
arms. Sam bought them three drinks as they made their way through the
crowd. Sam talked to a muscle bound black bartender who glanced at
Jessica with a smug grin on his face.

The trio made their way to a table and sat watching the crowd. Floyd
thought the club was a great place for people watching especially when
all the women wore bikinis.

Sam stood up. "I'm sure you two don't want a third wheel hanging around
on your anniversary. If Jessica will give me the honor of one dance,
I'll be on my way."

"Honey?" Jessica looked at Floyd. Her expression implied that she would
be happy if her husband said no.

"Sure go ahead and have one dance," said Floyd, thinking he was getting
revenge for her being such a bitch about the bikini earlier. He watched
them walk out and start dancing to a Bob Marley song. Jessica tried to
keep her distance, but Sam put his hands on her hips and held her
closer.

They returned when the song had ended. "Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Frost. I hope to see you at the tiki bar soon."

"You taking off?" asked Floyd.

"I'm going to step outside for a smoke, then probably mingle for awhile.
Have fun."

Jessica stared at Sam as he walked away. She turned to her husband.
"Ready to head on back?" She put her hand on his knee and winked at him.

Floyd gulped. He tried to concentrate on his penis and could barely
sense anything. It still felt shriveled and unresponsive. "Lets stay for
a few more." Jess looked disappointed, but Floyd hoped the drinks would
get his juices flowing.

Floyd went up to the bar for two more drinks. Both he and Jessica were
feeling quite drunk. The champagne from dinner was heady stuff.
He paid for the drinks, but when he returned to the table, Jessica was
gone.

Jessica was dancing with Sam Dong again. Her back was to the black man
and her ass was grinding against his crotch. Sam spun her around. He
held her hips and mashed their crotches together while they danced. The
song ended, but they didn't stop dancing. Sam slid a hand under
Jessica's sarong and whipped it off. He let his flowery shirt fall to
the floor and tied the skirt around his neck like a cape. Jessica was
now dancing in just her bikini. Sam continued dancing, stooping and grinding his crotch into Jessica's. He kissed her hand when the next song ended and disappeared.

Jessica came back to the table and downed half her drink. "Take me back
to our room and fuck me, Floyd. I don't care if you wear a rubber."

Floyd's wife was hot and bothered and his dick felt like a limp noodle.
Pissed, his fantasy night was about to get ruined, nevertheless Floyd
nodded and left the bar with his wife. He prayed his dick would come
through for him in the end.

Floyd straddled his moped and pressed the ignition. Nothing happened. He
tried kick starting it, but it still wouldn't start. Floyd was bent over
checking the spark plug when a voice said, "Having trouble."

Floyd looked up at Sam climbing on his own moped. "She won't start."

"Got gas?"

"I was half full when... wait the meter is reading empty."

"Happens sometimes. Probably someone siphoned off your gas. Well if
you'd like, I can give Mrs. Frost a ride back on my moped then come back
and get you."

"Would you? That would be great."

"Hop on Jessica," said Dong. "You look a little unsteady, better climb
on in front of me."

Floyd watched his drunk wife straddle the moped and Sam mount behind
her. Big black muscular arms held her in place as they gripped the
handle bars. It was a tight fit on the seat and Sam's crotch was pressed
against Jess's bikini clad ass. Floyd didn't know where the sarong had
disappeared too. Sam winked at Floyd and sped off. Before the moped was
out of sight, the transport bus pulled up and Floyd decided to take it
rather then wait for Sam to return.

************

Floyd entered his bungalow just as Sam said, "Let me help you get ready
for bed."

"Sam! Stop that."

Floyd looked towards the stairs. Jessica's bikini top dropped down from
Above and landed on the floor. Sam said "Come on Jessica, this is the islands, you don't need to wear that thing." The bedroom door opened and closed.

Floyd suddenly realized, Sam was making a play for his wife. The thought
made him nervous. He could end this now, by calling out. He did trust
Jessica. She wouldn't cheat on him, not with a black man especially.
Floyd decided to watch how far Jessica would go before she called an end
to it. Outside the bungalow was a patio with some chairs. He could
easily climb up to the balcony and see into his bedroom

Floyd gripped the rails and pulled himself up to the second level. The
sight through the sliding glass door stunned him. Jessica was facing him
with her eyes shut. She was topless, but Floyd couldn't tell because
Sam's huge black hands were cupping her breasts. Jess was leaning back
into Sam's bare chest breathing heavily. The black man was tugging on her nipples and Floyd had never seen them look so hard before.

As he watched, one black hand left her breast and slid down her pale
white belly. The hand slipped beneath her panties. Jess suddenly arched
her back and thrust her hips outward. Her mouth open in a silent moan.

Floyd crept towards the door and pulled it open an inch so he could hear
just as Sam spun Jessica around and pushed her back on the bed. "Some
parts of the island, you don't even need to wear these," said Sam. He
pulled the strings holding Jessica's panties on.

"I'm so drunk," moaned Jessica, writhing on the bed as Sam pulled her
panties down exposing the curly brown hair on her crotch. "I don't know
what I'm doing."

Sam Dong laughed. "You know exactly what you're doing and you ain't that
drunk. You been horny since you met me and even hornier once you saw my
big black cock this afternoon. I bet you thought of my cock all day."

"No!"

"Admit it. Come on slut or you ain't going to see my cock right now.
I'll take it away. I seen your hubby today. He's hung like a little boy.
Your horny pussy is craving a man sized cock. You've only seen my black
cock soft baby, well you ain't seen nothing yet and you won't unless you
admit it."

Jess scrunched her face up trying to fight the truth. "It's true, damn
you. You've made me horny. I want to see your big black cock again."

"You going to do more then see it, slut. You want it in your pussy?"

"Yes...no, It's too big. It won't fit."

"You going to let me try?"

"No…maybe, ok, but go easy."

"Sure thing, baby. I know nothings been near that pussy even close to
this big." Sam yanked his shorts down and his monster black cock sprang
up. It was hard already and seemed happy to be freed. The huge cock
looked to be between twelve and thirteen inches long. Floyd's feeling
of inferiority at the sight was mollified by his knowledge that Jessica
would not be able to take something as thick as her wrist into her
pussy.

"I can't believe this is happening," moaned Jessica. She stared down her
body and watched as Sam lined his giant black cock up with her pussy. He
was kneeling between her legs now. Sam inched forwards until his
cock head pressed against her pussy lips.

Floyd watched transfixed as Jess began lifting her hips up towards Sam's
shaft. The black man was teasing her with his cock head by rubbing it
along her slit. Semen shot up into Jessica's pubes and Floyd exhaled in
relief. Little jets of semen shot out each time Sam raised his cock head
and Floyd realized that it wasn’t semen, the huge black cock was producing precum in these large amounts. The black man was lubricating Floyd's wife up good, but judging from the way Sam's cock head was glistening with juice, she didn't need the help.

"Ugh!" Jessica grimaced.

Sam had pushed forward and his cock head had forced Jessica's pussy lips
apart. They stretched wide enough for Sam to push his cock head through
the opening.

"Jesus, that's big."

"And your fucking tight. Hubby's little prick never opened this thing
up."

"I guess not," gasped Jess. She was breathing heavily now.

"This tight puss is hugging my cock." Sam worked the end of his cock
around a little. He forced his cock in deeper and deeper. Jessica began
raising her hips up into his thrusts. "That's it baby, starting to like
having your pussy stuffed."

"You got that right. I've never felt so full. I feel strange. Give me more."

"Gladly." Sam slammed his cock in hard. This deep, her pussy felt even
tighter as he pushed deeper then her husband ever had.

"Ugh! Ah Aaahhh!" Jessica's body exploded with pleasure. "W-what was
that?" Her entire body felt alive and tingly. “What just happened?”

"You just came baby."

Floyd felt sick to his stomach as he watched his wife submitting to
Sam's monster cock.

"I've never had an orgasm before." Jessica seemed to be in shock. “I liked it.”

"You never been stuffed by a man sized cock before. Baby, we is just
getting started."

Jessica did cum again. And again. She wrapped her legs around Sam's back
trying to pull him deeper. There was a stab of pain as his cock head
slammed her cervix. His cock squirted a coating of fluid on her cervix.
"Oh no. Don't cum in me." Jess suddenly remembered she was unprotected
and right around her fertile period.

Sam grunted and pressed his cock hard against her cervix. His precum had
softened it and his cock head slowly pushed through. "Too late, baby."

"My gawd... I think it's in my womb. Take it out. You'll make me
pregnant."

"I told you it's too late. Why did you let me in if you didn't want a
load of black sperm?"

"I didn't think it would fit. I still don't bel...aahh" Jess moaned as
Sam buried his cock up to the balls in her pussy. "...lieve it. You got
to pull out."

"Too late." Sam pulled back, but the ridge of his cock caught inside her
cervix. "It ain’t coming out until it blows." It was stuck.

"No," moaned Jess. She suddenly realized that her legs were squeezing
Sam's hips. She had unconsciously tried to hold him inside when he
started pulling out.

"You'll just have to cross your fingers, baby." Sam started fucking her.
He was only able to withdraw a few inches or so. His hips bucked faster
and faster.

Floyd watched the black man's ass cheeks flex. He tried to open the door
further and put a stop to this. His hand wouldn't budge. It was as if
waves of masculinity were pouring out through the crack in the door.
Jessica started screaming now. She was having one long continuous
orgasm. Sam's hands were squeezing her tits as she arched her back.

"Here it cums, baby."

'no don’t,' she thought, but her voice betrayed her. "Fill my pussy. Give me your sperm, stud."

Sam grunted and buried his cock. Jessica's body went wild as a massive
load of sperm filled her womb. Her pussy quivered as his cock
continuously jerked shooting more semen inside her. One wad of cum from
Sam was greater then her entire marriage's worth of sperm from Floyd.

Floyd's stomach sank as he realized Sam had become the first man to
ejaculate inside Jessica's unsoiled pussy. He could only pray that the
black man's sperm didn't find a home. He held out hope that Sam's sperm was weak as none had leaked out of Jess yet.

"Bad news, baby," growled Sam working his cock around. "It's still hard.
We gonna hafta do this again."

"What!" Jessica was astounded that the black man was apparently ready to
go again. His cock was still pumping little jets of sperm out. "Ugh,"
she cried as Sam fell on her. He rolled her over so that she was on top
of him.

"Your turn to work that pussy. Lets see what a white American slut can
do with some Trinibogon big black cock."

Despite being exhausted, Jessica pushed up off his chest and began
riding Sam's prick. His cock sure didn't feel like it had softened one
bit and it was still stuck in her cum-filled womb. She ground her pussy
hard into his crotch loving every inch of his huge black shaft. Jess
started bucking again and was startled when her pussy began orgasming
again. It was almost too good.

Sam's cock outlasted her strength and he had to help by cupping her ass
cheeks and bucking his hips. Jessica had her biggest orgasm of the night
as Sam flooded her womb once again with his hot black sperm. She
collapsed like a rag doll on top of him completely exhausted.

Sam rolled her limp body over so that he was on top. He waited until his
cock quit squirting and softened slightly before removing it. Nearly a
soda can's worth of semen poured out of her pussy and that wasn't all of
it. More sperm got trapped in her womb as her cervix closed back up.
She'd leak semen for days.

"Get rid of hubby tomorrow so I can fuck you again," said Sam, as he
dressed.

"No," gasped Jess. "I can't do this again. It's a one time thing."

"It's already been a two time thing, whore. You’re hooked on this big
black cock and will beg me to fuck you again."

"No."

"I think so. If you want this again..." Sam shook his cock at her before
tucking it away into his shorts, "Go topless on the beach tomorrow." Sam
shook his head making his dreadlocks shake. He turned and left.

Floyd watched Jessica stumble to her feet. She retrieved a towel and
struggled to clean the sperm off the bed. More sperm dripped to the
floor as she walked around. He turned and climbed back down the balcony
just as the noise of Sam's moped faded in the distance. Floyd wandered down to the beach and sat silently in the moonlight for several hours. He prayed Jessica hadn't gotten pregnant and decided to forgive her if this was truly a one time thing.

***************

It was afternoon by the time the couple got moving the next day. Jessica
put her bikini on. This time she didn't bother putting anything over it.
She no longer seemed ashamed of her magnificent body.

Sam was working the tiki bar. He waved at them, but Jess ignored him
which was all right with Floyd. They found two cots and sunned themselves for an hour. Jessica rolled over on her stomach and untied
her bikini top. She promptly fell asleep.

Floyd wasn't one for sitting still in the sun. He didn't really want to
talk to Sam, but he wanted to try snorkeling. He walked up to the big
black man. "Allo Floyd. Sorry mon, but I was low on gas last night and
couldn't pick you up."

"I made it back. Can I get a mask and snorkel please?"

"Sure ting, mon. Need any drinks?"

"Not right now, thanks." Floyd took his gear back to his wife and froze
in his tracks. Jessica had rolled over and hadn't bothered putting her
bikini top back on. "Jess!"

"Sorry, honey, but most of the women here go topless. Besides, this way
I don't have those dumb looking white strips on my body."

Floyd was horrified as he waded out into the water. He snorkeled out to a small reef. It was filled with colorful fish. He was in paradise, but he couldn't focus on it. Floyd lifted his head up and looked back over the water. He watched his topless wife stand up and stroll over to the tiki bar. She talked to Sam for several minutes before coming back with a drink in her hands.

Floyd felt the sinking feeling in his stomach return. He swam back to
shore and waded out of the water. Jessica was undoing her bottoms and
she didn't look happy about it. She threw them over the top of her cot
beside her top. She glanced towards the tiki bar just as Floyd walked
up. He could see her slit between her legs. Her labia glistened and her
clit was engorged. Her nipples had popped out also. Jessica was clearly
quite aroused. "Oh, hi honey," she said as Floyd walked up.

"Jess. Decided to go native, I see" he replied without grinning.

"When in Rome." Jess reached over beside her drink. "Sam got you a
present. It's a ticket for a fishing trip at dusk tonight. He got it
free."

Floyd looked at the voucher. "This is only good for one person, honey. I
won't leave you behind. I'll either not go or try to get you a ticket."

"Boats aren't my thing. Honestly, I'm feeling a little off and could use
the rest. Go have some fun, dear."

"If that's what you want, honey."

**************

Floyd actually drove his scooter down to the docks though he had no
intention of getting on the boat. He saw the boat being boarded. Two
black crewmen were helping five white men onboard. Several wives
standing by islanders waved goodbye to their husbands.

Floyd turned his scooter around as the sun was setting. He returned to
his bungalow thirty minutes later. He could see Jessica at the bar when
he parked. Floyd entered his bungalow and climbed the stairs. He snuck
back out on the balcony.

Jessica was sitting at the bar wearing her bikini and the wrap around
skirt. Sam was behind the bar and the other black bartender was sitting
beside Jess. Two more black islanders sat at a table playing dominoes.
One he recognized as Devon, the island's governor. The other black man
took him a minute before it hit Floyd. It was Joseph, the islander who
They saw walking nude along the beach.

"I'll finish your shift, mon," said the bartender, sitting beside Jess.

"Hey, thanks, bro." Sam came out from behind the tiki bar, grinning.
Jessica took his elbow and they headed for the bungalow. The three
remaining blacks all watched Jessica walk away. Floyd closed the sliding
glass door without doubting he was about to see his wife cheat on him
again. Sam's big black cock seemed to have turned her into a slut.

The interracial couple soon entered the bedroom. "Strip," ordered Sam.

Jessica pulled five strings, the skirt and bikini falling to the floor.
"How long do we have?"

"My friend, the captain, will develop engine trouble. Your husband won't
be home until dawn."

"You need to wear a condom, this time."

"I don't wear those things."

"Pull it out before you cum then," said a worried Jessica. "Don't get it
stuck again."

Sam shrugged before dropping his shorts. His cock was only half hard,
but still close to a foot long. Floyd couldn't believe his wife had
taken that monster.

"I can't believe I took that monster," said Jessica, echoing her husband’s thoughts.

"Time for your first taste of black cock, mama."

"What? Oh, I don't do that."

"Time to learn how to suck some dick then." Sam placed his large hands
on Jessica's shoulders and pushed down.

"No. I mean it. Oral sex is disgusting." Jess found herself staring at
Sam's foot long cock. It looked even larger up close. "I would never..."
Jessica moved her head closer to the black man's crotch. She sniffed it
before taking the fat cock head in her mouth.

"Never say never, slut." Sam wrapped a meaty hand around her head and
pulled her forwards. "Just like you learned to love it in your pussy,
you'll learn to love it in yo mouth."

Her strange desire to please the black man coupled with her fascination
with his huge black cock had Jessica enjoying an act she considered
obsene. He pushed more down her throat until she choked. Sam pulled his
cock out of her mouth while she caught her breath. Impatient, he pulled
her head under his cock. Jessica found herself licking two testicles
bigger then some of the coconuts found on the island.

Jessica returned to sucking Sam's cock again. Her neck and mouth grew
sore. She stroked what she couldn't swallow. Her arms grew tired before
she noticed his cock swelling up even larger. She remembered the
extraordinary size of his ejaculate just as he came. Jess hadn't intended to swallow his seed, but the first wad sent half a soda can's worth of semen down her throat. Sperm quickly filled her mouth and shot out the sides of her lips. She rapidly gulped it down, her mouth quickly
refilling after each swallow.

"Go get cleaned up," ordered Sam, as he removed his spent cock from her
mouth. He smacked the rubbery shaft across her forehead twice before
Jessica leaped to obey.

Floyd was scared to see Sam turn towards the balcony when Jessica
disappeared into the bathroom. He slid away from the door and curled up
on the balcony's corner pulling a chair to hide his body. Sam opened the
door all the way and whistled down towards the tiki bar. He held his
fist up and opened it flashing five fingers before returning to the
bedroom.

Jessica returned and Sam positioned her on the bed on all fours. She
faced the sliding glass door. Floyd watched Sam mount behind her and the
look of pure sexual satisfaction on his wife's face as Sam pushed his
cock back inside her pussy. Jessica's big tits started swaying as Sam
started fucking her pussy hard.

Floyd was watching his wife cry out in orgasm when he noticed the second
black man enter the room. It was Joseph Ngong. He stripped off his
clothes behind Sam. The expression on Jessica's face turned to shock
when Joseph walked out naked before her. Floyd watched Joseph angle his
twelve inch cock towards Jessica's mouth before the black man's ass
blocked his view. Joseph's ass started flexing and thrusting. Floyd knew
Jessica was sucking him off too.

24 hours ago, Floyd would never have conceived of what he witnessed his
conservative wife do that night. Jessica had turned into a complete slut
for black island cock. Sam filled her unprotected pussy again and pulled
out while Jessica continued blowing Joseph. After Joseph came, he pulled
his still erect cock out of her mouth and laid down on the bed. He
pulled Jessica on top of him.

This time, Jessica was facing away from Floyd. He watched his wife's ass
bounce up and down on Joseph's cock until Sam walked back out onto the
balcony. Sam flashed five fingers again at the black men down at the
bar. He was telling them how many minutes to wait until they came up.
Sam had set Jessica up for a gang bang.

Floyd watched Joseph grab Jessica's hips to stop her from bouncing. His
hands spread her ass cheeks open. Jessica looked over her shoulder,
horrified to see Sam approaching, hard cock in hand. Soon Sam blocked her ass and Floyd knew he had penetrated her ass by her scream.

Jessica's scream soon turned into a moan. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass. So
full. I love your big cocks." Her words were soon muffled as the third
black man from downstairs entered the room and shoved his cock in her
throat. Devon, the governor, undressed while she sucked his dick.
Floyd's wife had three foot long cocks in her. The fourth black man
entered the room. He stroked his cock waiting for an opening.

Floyd watched throughout the night as Jessica sucked off all four cocks,
took three in her ass, got titty fucked, and jerked off on until her
body was white and slippery. The night ended when one of the black men
plopped Jessica down on the room's card table and started fucking her
hard. Her cervix no longer trapped their cocks. The black man fucked her
with the full length of his shaft. When he finished filling her pussy
another took his place. All four fucked her like that. As each finished,
he dressed and left the bungalow.

Floyd climbed down after the last black man had left. He dragged a cot
out to the beach and went to sleep.

****************

"Sorry I'm late, honey. We had boat trouble and didn't get back until
dawn."

"That's fine, dear." Jessica yawned and went back to sleep.

Floyd shook her awake again. "Jess, you look awful. Are you feeling ok?"

"Just tired."

Floyd noticed how rubbery her cheeks looked from sucking off all the
black men. Her tits also had red marks on the skin from getting mauled
by black hands. She hadn't been thorough in getting all the dried cum
off her. He didn't want to see what her twat or ass hole looked like and
was thankful she was covered by a sheet. "Are you sure? We could always
leave early. This island isn't as nice a place as I hoped."

"It's paradise," mumbled Jessica, falling back asleep.

Floyd crawled in beside her and tried to sleep. He knew his marriage was
probably over. He decided to adopt a "what happens in Vegas..."
attitude. If she went back to normal when they got home and if she wasn't pregnant, he'd forgive her. If not, it was time to move on.

The rest of the week, Jessica found an excuse to disappear for awhile
everyday. A walk on the beach to Jess meant stepping behind the tiki bar
and blowing both Sam and the other bartender. She borrowed the moped to
go shopping and returned ten hours later explaining that the moped had
broken down.

On their last day, the islanders threw a beach party complete with
bonfire and barbecues. The women staying at the bungalows wore bikinis
and chatted around the fire. One by one, their husbands drank too much
and one of the islanders carried the drunk man inside his bungalow while
the wife stayed. Floyd felt woozy and Sam half carried him back to his
bungalow. Floyd realized he'd been drugged as had the other white men.
After Sam dropped him on the bed, Floyd wobbled to his feet and made it
to the balcony. Many of the wives had lost their bikini tops and were
now in the arms of the black men. Floyd passed out as the action heated
up.

***************

Floyd was ready to move out even before Jessica admitted she was
pregnant. She turned bitchier and bitchier as the weeks passed. He even
caught her flirting with a black intern who worked at the senator’s
office. Floyd was positive she slept with him, but it didn't improve
Jessica's attitude and the intern was no match for the muscle bound
giants of Trinibogo. Floyd regretted losing his wife. Pregnancy seemed to improve her already magnificent body. Her nipples darkened, swelled, and she had a lovely flush to her cheeks.

The day Jessica came home and announced she was pregnant, Floyd moved to
the guest room. Jessica didn't stop him nor even comment on it. A month
later she came home bawling. Some of his old love for his wife flooded
back to him and Floyd asked with compassion, "Jess, what's wrong?"

"The ultrasound... four heartbeats..."

"Quintuplets! Ha, serves you right, slut." No doubt the fertility pills he had been slipping her had helped, thought Floyd.

"Floyd!"

"I know that island turned you into a whore, Jessica. I hope you're
happy with your screaming brats. I'm going to go stay with my brother."

Floyd was still packing when Jessica entered the room. "Floyd, I love
you and you've been a great husband, but now I know that you are
inadequate and will always remain so." She glanced at his crotch and
left the room.

The word "inadequate" haunted Floyd for the rest of his life and ruined
many of his future relationships. Jessica had the quintuplets, three
boys and a girl. The bigoted senator gave her maternity leave and found
an excuse not to rehire her. Floyd lost contact with her, but when his
lawyer tried to serve her the final divorce notice, he found that she
had moved to Trinibogo.

The End