9.5 Hammered On Vacation

Hammered on Vacation
An E&I Enterprises Story
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009

Note: This story was originally released in 3 parts.

September 1999


Mike Boyer felt ill when he saw the giant black man board the plane.
"Great, he's here," he said, sarcastically.

"That's Jack!" whispered Ali. "My god, he's huge. You never told me he
was black."

Mike shrugged. His rival was decked out for vacation, sunglasses around
his neck, shorts, sandals, and a Hawaiian shirt open enough to show the
replica of a Viking hammer necklace that he always wore. Jack Hammer was
around 6'6" with very dark skin and a flat top haircut.

"Yo yo, what's up, Mikey? Ready for some fun in the sun? Move over, I'm
too big for the window seat."

"I can't sit by the  window," said Mike's wife. She was a nervous flyer.

Mike got up and moved to the window seat leaving his wife in the middle seat between the two coworkers. "Aren't you bringing one of the girls from the office?" asked Mike buckling his seat belt.

"No, canceled on me at the last minute."

"Oh," said Mike, confused. Jack had a steady stream of female coworkers
with the hots for him. Several had openly campaigned to get invited to
go on vacation with him.

"You must be Ali," said Jack, holding out his hand and gently squeezing
her little white one into his big black one. "John J Hammer. I feel like
I already know you. I see your picture on Mikey's desk every day. It
doesn't compare to meeting the real thing."

"Thank you," said Ali, blushing. Mike kept a picture of her in a bikini
from their honeymoon six years ago. Jack didn't let go of her hand until
he finished talking and Ali felt an odd fluttering in her stomach as he
touched her.
 
"Nice of Mr. Gilbert to let you both go on vacation."

"It sure was. Ain't that right Mikey?"

Mike nodded. The two men worked for a plastics company in upstate New
York and the top salesman was to win a trip for two to St. Martin. Jack
had just started this year and tied Mike in sales. The man had a
powerful aura about him that seemed perfect for getting big contracts
(and dates from female coworkers). Their boss was going to give the trip
just to Mike who had three years seniority, but Jack had hinted at
racism. Mr. Gilbert had quickly decided to reward both employees. Mike
was sure Jack would beat him next year when the company vice president
was retiring. With Jack's sales record, his business school education,
and the threat of a discrimination law suit, Jack was sure to be Mike's
boss in a year.

Ali gripped the arm rest as the plane started moving. "Don't be
nervous," said Jack, putting his hand over Ali's and covering it. She
smiled at him and he kept it there until the plane was in the air.
 
Mike put his hand over Ali's other one, a little late to be the
chivalrous one. He hated Jack with a passion. It was mostly racism. Mike
detested blacks as lazy, worthless, criminals with their hands always
out for a government check and both he and Mr. Gilbert often shared black jokes. Jack was everything blacks weren't supposed to be, educated, intelligent, charismatic, and hard working. He was also quite popular with the girls in the office, especially the white ones and that really crawled up Mike's ass. Jack's physique was so perfect he could have been a Mr. Universe contestant. Ali hadn't really shared her husband's view of blacks, but had come around to agree with him after their six years of marriage. There were other big things he hated about Jack too.

The plane headed South along the coast bound for Puerto Rico and
ultimately St. Martin. The Captain came on over the speaker warning it
was going to be a little bumpy for awhile. The plane suddenly dropped as
it hit a pocket of turbulence and Ali gasped with fear. "Whew, said
Jack, "Maybe they should put Velcro on the roof of this thing in case my
seatbelt snaps, huh Mikey?"

Mike turned white. Jack couldn't have heard him tell that joke could he?
Mike and Mr. Gilbert had been in the bathroom. Mike wasn't comfortable
going next to another man so he was waiting for the boss to finish. Mr.
Gilbert had just finished saying he didn't have great expectations for
the new color they'd just hired. Looks more suited to field work if you
get my meaning. Mike agreed, then asked his boss, "You know how they
keep black kids from jumping on their beds?" His boss shook his head and
Mike finished, "Put Velcro on the ceiling." They laughed and turned to
see Jack standing in the doorway. The boss quickly zipped up and left
while Mike went up to the urinal to pee and of course couldn't because
Jack took the one next to him. Mike just focused on the wall hearing a
powerful stream of piss filling Jack's urinal. "How old are you Mike?"
asked Jack.  Jack said he was 29, and Jack said. "Judging by the size of
your penis, I'd a thought you were a lot younger, just a little boy."
Mike looked down confused. His penis was five inches erect and about two
now. He'd never given it any thought, not being in the habit of
comparing men's dicks, but then he saw the hose attached to Jack's body.
It was eight inches soft and still shooting urine. From that day on,
Jack always called him Mikey and treated him like he was a little boy.
"Look both ways crossing the street, Mikey." "Can I buy you an ice cream
cone, Mikey?" "Guess who nailed the Cleaver account while you were at
recess, Mikey?

The turbulence calmed and Ali breathed a large sigh of relief. "Let me
buy us some drinks to calm down," said Jack as the flight attendant
started moving down the aisle with the beverage cart.

"It's a bit early for drinks," said Mike, checking his watch. It wasn't
even noon.

"Lighten up man, this is vacation. Besides, I'm sure she won't check
your I.D."

Ali looked confused by Jack's comment. Mike had never told her about
Jack's constant belittling of him. "I'll have a bloody Mary," she said.

"Beer, I guess," said Mike, not wanting to be a party pooper.

Fours beers later, Mike was snoring softly with his head resting against
the window. Ali was on her second drink and got up to go to the
bathroom, awed by the fact her eyes only came up to Jack's broad chest
as he stood to let her out. No one saw Jack pull a small vial falsely
labeled insulin out of his wallet and divide the contents between the
couple's drinks.

Mike dozed off again after another drink when they switched to a smaller
plane at San Juan airport. Jack was complaining again about being alone.
"Mikey's so lucky to have a beautiful woman like you to go away with,"
said the black man. Once again, Mike found it odd, Jack was stuck alone.
Jack was so popular with the women, but then maybe all those white
tramps had come to their senses about him? Mike fell asleep feeling a
bit better about himself. After all he had the hot wife and Jack would
be stuck roaming the island alone.

"Look Jack," said Ali feeling sorry for the black man. "Feel free to
hang out with us."

"Really?" He seemed to perk up. "I don't want to be a third wheel."

"Nonsense," she said, as the plane started shaking again. The black man
put his hand back over hers comfortingly. Ali felt a shiver go down her
spine at his touch and realized her thighs were a little wet and clammy.
She was horny! Ali never wanted sex, but now she glanced over to her
sleeping husband and wished they'd hurry up and land so that the two
could get to their motel. Must be the booze, she thought smiling up at
Jack. The black man winked at her.

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

Ali pushed her husband down on the bed and let one strap of her dress
fall down her shoulder seductively. She had changed into a light blue
sundress at the airport, both Mike and Jack whistling when she appeared.
Ali had long, straight brown hair and brown eyes. The dress hugged her
curves accenting her amazing figure. She had the thin figure of a girl
in her mid-teens, but large, perky C-cup breasts on her thin frame. Her
nose was slightly large, but it wasn't a flaw, it served to give her
face character.

"What's gotten into you?" asked Mike delighted to see his wife acting a
little aggressively, but not in the least bit horny himself.

"Some booze, a tropical paradise with the man I love, and hey, like Jack
said, we're on vacation." Ali smiled and let the other strap fall down.
She was comfortable with her body, but completely ego-free. She had no
idea how incredibly hot she looked at that moment.

The top of the dress fell down revealing her large chest clad in a
pretty blue bra from Hidden Closet. She wiggled her hips, pulling the
dress down until it fell around her ankles. Her panties were low cut and
equally pretty.

Ali straddled Mike's legs and started unbuttoning his shirt. Mike was a
very pale white compared to Ali's slightly darker complexion. He was
very skinny, his ribs sticking out around his sunken hairless chest just
above a slight paunch. He had no upper body strength, his muscles when he flexed only slightly larger then his wife's. He was also ass-less and
wore his belt tight to hold his pants up. Ali fumbled with the belt,
then with the buttons on his jeans, and finally with his zipper. She got
off him long enough to pull his jeans off, leaving him in just his tube
socks and white underwear.

Ali reached behind her and unhooked her bra, freeing the perfect globes
Mike never tired of looking at. He was surprised to see her nipples were
rock hard, swollen and puffy. Mike got another surprise when she pulled
her panties off. "You shaved?"

"You'll see why tomorrow," she said, winking at him. Ali grabbed the rim
of her husband's underwear and pulled them off. Ali stared at his penis
in anticipation, but his genitalia had shrunken up into his scrotum. His
entire nut-sack was only the size of a golf ball and his penis was as
large as her thumb. She took it between her thumb and forefinger,
pulling it to help stretch it out, but it just snapped back into his
scrotum not moving. She pulled again, but Mike's penis showed no signs
of hardening. Ali's smile left her face when she realized she wasn't
going to get laid that night and she was the horniest she'd ever been.
"What's wrong with Mr. Big?" she asked, perturbed.

"Tired from the flight I guess," said Mike. He was a little worried
about it himself. It had never failed to get hard when Ali touched it
and right now he had absolutely no sexual desire at all. Ali and he had
been virgins when they met and Ali had been impressed when she saw his
dick hard for the first time. Mike enjoyed it when she called him Mr.
Big. "Maybe in the morning, honey. I'm gonna take a shower, then call it
a night."

"I'm going to step out on the balcony for a moment." Ali unpacked her
robe and put it on. She opened the sliding glass door and walked out
into the cool night air. They were on the fifth floor of a resort on the
Dutch side of the island. The view showed the pool, some palm trees, the
pale white beach, and the moon reflecting on the clear blue Caribbean
sea. "It's beautiful," she said.

"And it just got even more beautiful," said Jack.

Ali turned to look at the black man. He was sitting in a chair on his
balcony puffing on a Cuban cigar that he'd insisted on purchasing as soon as they landed. Jack was wearing shorts and had thrown a white tank top that hugged his muscular torso and left his arms bare. "What are you
doing out here, Jack?"

"Enjoying my smoke, before heading down there," he said, pointing his
cigar down at the tiki bar around the pool. About a dozen people were
hanging out there laughing and having a good time. "Then I might hit the
casino. What are you doing out here? If I'd brought a sexy babe with me
on vacation I wouldn't be out on the balcony till the next morning,
maybe even the afternoon."

Ali smiled, sadly. "Mike's in the shower. He's tired from the flight and
were gonna call it an early night. Join us on the beach tomorrow."

"I'll see you there. Hey, if you're not tired, sneak down and meet me at
the tiki bar. Mikey needn't miss his nap time."

"Sounds like fun, but I think I'll call it a night too."

Ali entered the room and slipped naked into the bed, picking up the
paperback she'd brought with her. Mike soon came out of the shower and
joined her in bed. He kissed her, then rolled over and started snoring.
Ali couldn't concentrate on the book so she turned her light out. She
couldn't sleep either and turned to stare at the balcony where she could
just make out the steel drum music coming from the bar. Dammit! This was
no way to spend the first night of vacation. She should be downstairs
enjoying herself or better yet, making love to her husband. She was
still horny and her thighs were damp. Plus, her nipples had remained
hard since Puerto Rico. They were even starting to ache a little.

Ali snuck out of bed and pulled her sundress on. With out underwear, her
nipples were clearly visible through the material, but hell, she didn't
know anyone downstairs except Jack. She walked out on the balcony to see
if he was still at the bar. He was. The big black man was down at the
bar wearing a straw hat and holding a tropical drink with a pineapple
wedge stuck in it. He was also dancing between two older women. He would
dance facing one, then turn and face the other while their husband's sat
nearby at a table talking and drinking beer.

Jack hadn't even been there a half hour and already he'd made friends.
He flexed and the two women touched his biceps. Ali decided not to
disturb him and returned to join her husband.

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

Mike woke up as his wife fondled his penis. It continued to remain as
limp as it had last night. "Sorry, honey. I don't know what's wrong with
me. Must be all the stress competing with little black Sambo."

"Be nice! Jack seems alright for a black man. Just relax and remember
we're on vacation. Promise me I'll get a visit from Mr. Big sometime this trip and I can wait."

"I promise."

Ali climbed out of bed, nude and opened the curtains. Now lets hit the
beach. It's a beautiful day in paradise."

The young couple readied themselves and headed down to the luscious
white sand surrounding the beautiful clear water. Ali waited until
Mike's back was turned before pulling off her tee shirt and slipping out
of her sweat pants. It took a moment for him to turn around, he'd
spotted a topless, pretty, young girl sunning herself. When he turned
around he did a double take. "Holy crap!" His eyes wandered up and down
Ali's bikini clad body. She was wearing a blue string bikini which
covered less flesh then her lingerie had last night. She spun around for
him showing off her bare ass. "I see why you shaved down there."

"Yep," she replied smiling. "Now lets work on our tans and don't overdue
it. You remember our honeymoon."

"Yes, dear." Mike pulled off his shirt, his skin almost as white as the
sand. He burned easily and sunburn had ruined a day and a half of their
honeymoon.

They laid out in the sun for about a half hour before Jack showed up
carrying three pina coladas on a tray. "Ladies," he said, smiling and
winking at Ali. She reached up for one and he angled the tray so that
she would take the one he'd just laced with Xcite. He hadn't brought a
lot with him and figured Mike's dose was enough to keep him limp a few
days, her he wanted to stay horny.

Mike looked at his watch to see how early it was, but took a drink. Jack
was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He stepped before Ali and said, "So
how long you two been down here?" as he pulled off his shirt.

"Not even an hour," said Ali. Mike couldn't believe how built Jack was.
He was like a black Arnold Swartzenegger back when Arnold was still
competing. Mike couldn't understand how an inferior race like the black
one could have turned out something like Jack. He hoped Ali wasn't
staring at the black man's chest, but she said, "That's an interesting
necklace."

Jack leaned over her so that her face was close to his massive chest and
she could see his necklace better. "It's Mjolnir. It's a replica of an
actual Viking necklace. It's the god Thor's hammer. I wear it because I
was into the comic as a kid and because my last name's Hammer."

"How interesting. Did you have a good time last night?"

"I had a great time. Made some friends and partied late. So late, I
think I'll take a nap." Jack dozed for a short time. When he woke up, he
said, "I'm bored. Who wants to go snorkeling?"

"I'd love too, but I'm not much of a swimmer and Mike hates the water."

"Nonsense, I'll keep you afloat. Care if I take Ali down to the water?"

"No, go ahead," said Mike. "Hey, do I look red to you?"

Jack looked down Mike's sun burnt body. "Nah man, you look fine. I'm
gonna run and get some masks."

Ali stood and looked down at Mike. "You better get out of the sun soon."

"I will in a few."

"Alright" said Jack, coming back with the equipment. "Let's go see some
fish. You sure it's ok to leave little Mikey unsupervised?"

Ali laughed. "You a good swimmer?"

"I'm a great swimmer," said Jack, putting his hand on Ali's bare back and guiding her down to the water.

"Then why don't you swim back to Africa," muttered Mike.  

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

Jack did a quick lap out to a little reef while Ali stood knee deep in
the water. The water was so clear, she could see little fish darting
away from her feet. Jack soon returned and stood, sunlight glistening
off his wet chest. "Your turn. Lay down in the water and I'll hold you."

Ali and he waded out a little deeper. She squatted, then fell forward,
but Jack steadied her. One of his big black hands slid across her breast
to rest on her chest and the other cupped her bare ass. She almost
wished she hadn't worn such a small bikini, but he only kept it there
long enough to steady her before moving it under her legs. He was now
holding her up as she swam face down in the water.

"This is absolutely fantastic," she thought, as the underwater world
opened up before her eyes. Three yellow fish with blue stripes swam away
from them and nearby was a red fish hiding in a brown piece of coral.
She would have been nervous, but she felt perfectly safe held by Jack's
protective arms. He led her as close to the reef as he could and she saw
a baby manta ray scoot out from a chunk of coral.

Jack moved his hands for the return trip. He moved one hand to her belly
and turned her around. Then, his other hand grabbed her wrist, then both
hands were holding her wrists. She felt free being pulled by him, like
she was flying, but it wasn't such a good position for seeing fish. All
she could see was his shorts as he walked backwards. The black man's
crotch scared her. At first, she feared an eel must have crawled up his
pant leg. A big, thick serpentine shaft was flopping around under the
loose material. It can't be his penis! If it is, it must be gigantic!
Ali could make out the long outline of a shaft and a plump crown. Then,
she almost laughed, realizing an air bubble must have tented out his
shorts as he pulled her up out of the water. "See anything interesting?"
he asked.

Ali stood and pulled the mask off. "Thank you," she cried hugging him.
"Thank you. It was amazing, wonderful down there." Jack hugged her
tightly and Ali felt her hard nipples pressing a little painfully into
his chest. She pulled back and he released her. Ali was very aware that
her whole body was wet, but the wetness between her legs was noticeably
warmer. She was hornier now then ever. She prayed Mike would be up for
some action as they headed up the beach. She was aware that even now out
of the water, Jack had an amazingly large bulge tenting out his shorts
and she was also aware Mike looked like a cooked lobster. "Oh, honey,"
she moaned.

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

Mike shook violently from the chills as they tried to enjoy dinner. He
looked foolish with a red face and bright white rings around his eyes
from his sunglasses. "Can we call it a night?"

"Come on honey, lets get some drinks first."

"Oh, ok," he said, shaking again.

Jack was at the tiki bar wearing his straw hat and an unbuttoned
Hawaiian shirt. "Yo yo, what's up," he yelled, saying to the bartender,
"two more drinks for my favorite couple." He slapped Mike on the back
and Mike yelped in pain. "Oops sorry, buddy. How you makin out?"

"Miserable." Mike bent and shivered uncontrollably again. "Lets go
honey."

"Can I stay and finish my drink?"

"Sure."

"I'll get you to our room and I will be right back, Jack. Oh, I guess I
should have asked you first. You don't mind, do you or did you have plans?"

"Of course not. Just get the steamed shrimp up to his room and I'll keep
a seat at the bar open."

Ali got Mike to their door. "You gonna be ok down there with him?"

"Of course. Jack seems a perfect gentlemen. He's not like most of them."

"They're all the same, baby, all of them. Don't go anywhere there's no
people around."

Jack had a drink waiting for her when she got downstairs. They sat and
talked together for awhile before some couples started dancing. "Care to
dance?" he asked.

"Love to." Ali stood and the two started dancing with the crowd. Ali
always enjoyed dancing, but Mike hated it, so she never got many
opportunities to strut her stuff. Jack was a good dancer and they danced
several songs together. A slow song came on and Jack grabbed her before
she could head back to the bar. One big black hand wrapped around her
back and pulled her close. Ali gave in and laid her head against his
chest.

Something large was pushing hard into her belly and she assumed he had
something in his pocket. The thing expanded a little and shifted. She
pictured the large bulge she'd seen underwater through her mask. Ali
pulled back and Jack let her go. Ali returned to the tiki bar and
ordered them two more drinks as they sat. "How come you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Mike says you're quite the ladies man at work."

"That's cause I don't get many second dates," Jack said, laughing.

"Why not? You seem perfectly nice, good looking, well built, fun to be
around." Everything Mike isn't popped into Ali's mind, immediately making her feel guilty about the negative thought.

"I'd rather not say, but it is a rather BIG problem I have"

The two stayed and had more drinks. Ali was leaning against Jack as they
walked back to their rooms. "I had a perfectly nice evening," he said
leaning down to kiss her on the cheek, but Ali drew back. "What's wrong,
don't want to be kissed by a black man?"

"No, that's not it, you just caught me off guard." Ali turned just as he
leaned down again, but the kiss fell on her lips. She pulled back,
giggling. Jack was grinning to, but his eyes stared into hers. They were
serious looking, predatory even. "Good night," she said.

"Good night. See you tomorrow?"

"Maybe for dinner, we're going shopping."

Ali entered the room and leaned against the closed door. She was
breathing heavily and as horny as she'd ever been all trip. She used the
bathroom, then slipped into bed beside her sleeping husband. Ali stared
at the ceiling unable to sleep. When Jack kissed her, she had realized
something she never would have believed possible three days ago, she was attracted to a black man. If she hadn't been married and feeling as horny as she'd was, she could very well have been going back to his room tonight. Thank god she was married.

When she did sleep, she dreamed she was snorkeling, swimming away from a
gigantic black eel which was closing in on her, always getting closer.

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

The next day was cloudy with light rain which made Mike very happy he
wouldn't be getting any more sun. The Boyers spent the day shopping and
touring Philipsburg, the Dutch capital. Ali was very pleased that for
the first day this vacation, she actually had a good time with her
husband and for awhile she forgot about Jack.

When they got back to the hotel, Jack had left a message asking them to
have dinner with him. They met the big black man at the restaurant.
"Want something to drink?" asked Jack.

"Just two sodas," said Ali.

"The children's menu is on the back, Mikey," said Jack. They ordered
their meals and Mike shifted uncomfortably as his sun burnt skin rubbed
the back of the seat. "Should I get you a high chair, Mikey?"

"Jack," said Ali, "You're a nice guy and all, but I really don't
appreciate you talking to my husband like that."

"Sorry, it's just that next to me, he looks like a little boy."

"What do you mean?" she asked. Why wasn't Mike standing up for himself?

"It's ok, honey, I don't mind," said Mike. He didn't like the direction
this conversation was going and was grateful Ali let it drop.

The three hit the casino afterwards. Jack wandered off while the Boyers
played blackjack. The waitress came around taking drink orders and Ali
turned her down. "Why not, honey, I'm thirsty?" asked Mike.

"I want to have some fun tonight," she said putting her hand on Mike's
thigh, "and I'm worried the booze might be contributing to your little
problem."

"What problem?" said Jack coming up to them.  "I'll gladly help take care of any problems you might have."

"Thanks, but it's nothing," said Mike.

"Alright, but I'm there if you need me. Deal me in a hand." The dealer
dealt the cards and Ali stayed while Jack and Mike both took hits. Jack
had a seven and six. He laughed. "Hey Mikey, this black Jack has a
thirteen while you only have five. I'm standing."

"I don't get it," stated Ali.

"Wouldn't you rather have thirteen then a five?" said Jack, winking at
her.

"Sure," she shrugged. Jack could have a strange sense of humor
sometimes.

"I thought so," said Jack, and all three people beat him.

"You can't win with a thirteen, Jack," said Ali.

"Sometimes, you can."

They played some more and Mike actually ended up winning some money
which put him in good spirits. "Lets call it a night, honey," he said.

"Hey, what's up for tomorrow?" asked Jack.

"We're spending it alone, but maybe we can meet you for drinks later?"
said Mike.

"Sorry Jack, he's got something special planned for tomorrow and won't
even tell me.

"Tomorrow night then."

Ali climbed in bed wanting to giggle at how stupid her husband looked.
He was lobster red, but his bare crotch was pale white. His penis didn't
look as shrunken as it had been. It was it's two inch norm, but it still
remained limp as a noodle when she reached out to fondle it.

"Sorry," Mike said, flinching. "I'm still too sensitive."

And Ali spent another restless night.

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

Jack covered his face with the newspaper as the Boyers got off the
elevator. They were dressed for the beach, but instead of heading
towards the resort's beach, they hailed a taxi.
Jack got in the next taxi and followed them.

The taxi drove around the island into the French side. They pulled into
a parking area and got out. Jack had his cab park back away from them.
"Hey mon," asked the driver. "Why you following them?"

"I plan to fuck the hell out of that sexy brunette."

"She fine, mon. Good luck, give it to her good."

"I will," said Jack, paying the driver. He hadn't dressed for the beach,
but it didn't matter at this beach. "Big mistake, Mikey," he said
looking at the clothing optional sign. "Big mistake."


Part 2


Mike and Ali walked to the end of the parking area. "What are they
looking at?" she asked. A tour bus of Americans had pulled up and a
bunch of seniors were snapping pictures. "Oh my god! Is that guy nude?"

"This is St. Martin's famous nude beach."

"You don't expect me to take my clothes off do you?"

"Why not? Jack's the only one we know on this island and he doesn't know
we're here."

"Mike!"

"Look, you're the hottest woman here." Mike surveyed the beach, which
wasn't all that crowded. The sunbathers weren't all that attractive,
mostly fat European types. Mike felt pretty good about himself when he
saw most of the men were hairy and fat with little, dangling, penises
not much bigger then his own, which still hadn't grown past it's limp
two inches since getting to the island. The dicks that were an inch or
two longer then his, were hidden in the shadows under big beer bellies.

"Quit staring."

"Sorry," said Mike. He'd been distracted by a completely naked,
attractive woman walking by. She had two nude, small children and spoke
French. The woman was entirely at ease being nude out in public.

"Not here," said Ali, as Mike threw his towel down in the sand. "Lets
move away from the parking area and I'll consider going topless. I don't
want any tourists taking pictures of me. Would you stop?" Ali was
perturbed at Mike for he'd just tried to snap a surreptitious picture of
the nude woman with the kids.

"Sorry," he said, again putting the camera away. He wanted something
interesting to show the guys at the office.

They moved farther down the beach to where they were practically alone.
Ali pulled her shirt off and stepped out of her shorts. She's was clad
in the same bikini she'd shaved her crotch for. Mike pulled off his tee
shirt and immediately started lathering sun block into his red skin.
"Hey, Mike," she said.

Mike looked up and his eyes bugged out as his wife's bare tits were
exposed. She tossed the top aside. He'd noticed her nipples were rock
hard as they had been this entire trip. "Wow!" He felt guilty for even
glancing at the other woman, his wife was so gorgeous. Her body was so
perfect, he wondered why he had absolutely no desire to make love to her
over the last three days.

"Glad you approve. I'm gonna go sit in the water a moment."

Mike sat on his towel making sure he'd protected every inch of his
exposed skin with block. Ali's skin for some reason rarely burnt, but
turned tan quickly. She was noticeably darker already and they'd only
been to the beach one day. He pulled his camera out of his bag and
covered it with his tee shirt. He snapped a shot of her bare back and
practically bare ass in the g-string bottoms. She waded out in the water
and squatted to cool off. He snapped a couple more pictures of her
standing and heading back to him. He hoped to slip some of these
"accidentally" into his vacation pictures when he showed Mr. Gilbert and
the rest of his coworkers what he did on vacation. "Ali, you're
practically nude as is. Why don't you take off the rest?"

"I will, if you will,' she said after looking around and seeing they
were alone down at this end of the beach.

Mike laid back and lifted his hips to pull his shorts off. His wife
seemed surprised, but kept her promise and untied the sides of her
panties and let them drop to the sand. Mike took a quick picture when she wasn't looking and hid the camera under his shirt.
   
"This is weird," she said, coming up to him. "But not that bad. I feel
free like this." Ali posed seductively. "Do you like seeing your wife
naked in the outdoors for anyone to see?"

"Oh god, no,!" said Mike.

Ali quit posing at his rude comment, but he wasn't looking at her, he
was looking past her. She turned around.

"You're the last people I expected to see here," said Jack, walking towards them.

Ali was horrified to see the black man, but then her gaze fixated
between the big man's legs. She was so focused on his swinging penis,
she wasn't even self conscious of her own nudity. Jack's penis dangled
down at least ten inches from the root and his muscular thighs caused
his nut sack to thrust forward. Each time his cock swung, she saw a
testicle the size of a small apple. One ball was bigger then Mike's
entire scrotum. Jack's penis was also very plump, but not the least bit
erect. "Oh my god!" Ali blurted out, then immediately turned beet red.

"Not used to a grown up cock, are you?"

"No...I mean yes...I mean I said it because you'd just caught me nude."
Ali knew the lie was thin, but hoped it would soothe her husband's
pride. Then it hit her why Jack was always saying her husband looked
like a child next to him.

"Maybe we should get dressed," said Mike, reaching for his shorts.

"A little late for modesty, Mikey," said Jack.

"Yeah, we've seen each other nude already," said Ali. "Just don't tell
anybody at the office about this." She wagged her finger at Jack, then
stared between his legs again. His cock had just extended an inch and
risen up a little. "This is so embarrassing."

"No, it's not," said Jack. He was carrying a bright towel and dropped it
next to theirs. It was holding his clothes and a mini football. "Look
Ali, we've got no reason to be ashamed of our bodies." He pointed his finger at her then at his chest.

"I know, it's just weird," she said, failing to notice, he hadn’t included Mike in his comment. She laid down on her towel and realized that with her pussy shaved, Jack was probably looking right at her slit. Her labia throbbed and a wave of juices coated it. She hurriedly clamped her legs shut and decided to roll over. Once on her stomach, she looked up and saw Jack's cock had grown another inch and was almost vertical to his body, angled down only a little. Jack laid down on his back with his legs spread, huge balls splayed out and his cock rising up to thud against his hard stomach. "I'm gonna go cool off again." Ali stood up.

"I'll come with you," said Mike.

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

Jack snickered as the wimp and his wife got up and walked down to the
water. Their voices carried across the sand. Mike wanted to leave and so
did Ali, but she thought it would be rude and they should stay just a
little longer. Jack saw the strap of Mike's camera sticking out from
under his tee shirt. He aimed it at Mike and Ali, then held his cock up
with his free hand and used it to blot Mike out of the picture. He
snapped it so that it looked like Ali was standing beside a human-sized
black cock. "Hope you don't mind, but I took your picture," he called, as they came back up.

"Of course I mind, we're not wearing clothes," said Ali.

"Come on, this is vacation. Develop them some place no one knows you.
You're the only ones going to see them. You're not going to look like
this forever you know. Let me take another."

The Boyer's looked at each other and Mike said, "Fine by me, just take
it from the waist up." The guys in the office would be so jealous when
they saw this picture.

"Fine, lean into each other and smile." Jack of course snapped the
picture from their genitals up.

Ali came up and took the camera from Jack. She sat facing away from Jack
so he couldn't stare between her legs. "Mike's still not over his
sunburn, so we're going to be leaving soon."

"Sure. Hey buddy, lets throw the football around before you go," said
Jack.

"I was never much into sports," replied Mike.

"Nonsense! Come on." Jack grabbed his little football and stood over
Mike who got up just to get away from the eleven inch cock dangling down
at his face.

They threw it back and forth, Jack going easy on the throws. Mike felt a
little pleased with himself for catching so many tosses. "Hey Ali,"
yelled Jack, running up to Mike. "Why don't you get a picture of me and
my little buddy here?" Jack threw his arm around Mike and held him
tight.

Ali picked up the camera and took a picture. Mike had a look of pure
disgust on his face from where his bare skin was touching the black
man's sweaty body. "Wait, let me get another." This time she moved the
camera down a little, then a little more, and some more turning it
sideways, until she thought Jack's entire penis would be in the picture.
Mike really did look like a little boy next to Jack. His penis was so
small right now you couldn't even make it out. "Got it," she said
snapping the picture. She had some friends who wouldn’t believe the size of Jack’s penis. She just hoped she could sneak the picture out of the pile without Mike noticing.

"How about one of me and Ali?" said Jack.

"Maybe, latter when I put my bikini back on."

"Alright then. Why don't you join us. Throw the football to Mikey and
I'll try to intercept it."

Jack let them complete some passes. Mike threw the football back to Ali.
"Go long," she waved." Jack and Mike started running.

Mike was watching the ball sail far away out of his reach, a bad throw
from his wife when he heard a growl. Jack tackled the unsuspecting man
and fell on top of him. The wind rushed from Mike's lungs and Jack's
huge cock pushed into his side. "Sorry buddy, couldn't move in time,"
said Jack.

"You ok, honey?" asked Ali, running up to him, her large breasts bouncing.

Jack stood and pulled a still stunned Mike to his feet. He looked
pitiful, his red burnt skin, sweaty and covered with sand. Mike thought
of that monster penis touching him and shivered in disgust. "I'm gonna
wash this sand off."

"Me too," said Jack, whose body was sandy too.

The two waded into the clear blue water and splashed the sand off
themselves.

Ali came up to the water's edge and tossed Mike his sun block. "Don't
forget to coat yourself."

Mike cleared off the sand and applied the sun block to his sunken chest,
arms and legs. "Can I use that?" asked Jack.

Mike finished and tossed him the bottle, not asking why a black man
wanted sun block. Jack caught it and turned around. He started coating
his chest and working his way down...

"Ready to go?" asked Ali tying her bottoms on.

"Yeah, I've had all I can take from Jack," said Mike. Ali was staring
past him this time. Mike turned.

Jack's Mr. Universe body glistened like he was in a body building contest as did his cock which was rock hard, almost sticking straight out except it was angled up a little. Neither of the Boyer's had ever imagined a man's penis could be so big. "Jesus, Jack," said Mike, openly staring at it. The big cock made him acutely conscious of his own inferiority to the black man.

"H-how big is that thing anyway?" asked Ali.

"Thirteen inches," said Jack. "Sorry, but when it gets like this, it takes a long time to go down."

"I didn't know penises that big existed." Ali felt a shiver run through her body. She was abnormally horny and Jack certainly didn’t have a problem getting an erection.

"This ain’t no penis, Ali. This is a black cock and I've known some
brothers who are bigger."

"Bigger! Are all black cocks big?" Not just it's size, but it's hardness
amazed her. Mike never got that hard. Her pussy suddenly let out a
little squirt of lubrication. Here was a cock hard and ready for action,
albeit one too big for any woman to handle.

"I'm bigger then average, but yes black cocks are bigger."

"You want to catch a taxi back with us?" she asked, breaking her gaze
from his big black cock. It was almost as if it had a hypnotic effect on
her.

"No, I think I'll walk around for awhile." Jack looked down the beach
where the attractive French woman was playing with her kids.

"Ow," moaned Mike, suddenly.

Ali and Jack looked at him. He was trying to pull his shorts on and the
material had scraped across his bright red ass. When they arrived, he'd
put sun block on his exposed skin, but not on his crotch or ass after
he'd taken his shorts off. "Oh, Mikey," she sighed, exasperated and
wondering why he looked like she'd just hurt his feelings.

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

"You guys want to meet for dinner?" asked Jack's voice from the phone.

"No, we're staying in," said Ali. "Mike burnt himself pretty bad again.
He can't even sit down. We're just gonna order room service."

"Wanna meet me for drinks later?"

"No thanks, I'm just gonna call it a night." Mike wanted to avoid the
black man as much as they could the rest of the vacation. Maybe alone,
Jack would meet a woman to spend time with.

Ali hung up the phone. Mike was laying naked on his side in the fetal
position shivering. She had been praying tonight that Mr. Big...no, that
no longer seemed appropriate...his penis would be up for a little
action. Now she was stuck babysitting little Mikey again. Some vacation.

Ali showered and put a robe on. They watched TV for awhile and Mike ate
lying on his side in the fetal position. She gave him some aspirin and
tucked him in. Soon he was snoring softly.  It was only ten so she decided to go sit on the balcony and read. Ali grabbed her paperback and opened the sliding glass door, walking out onto the balcony.

"How's Mikey feeling?" asked Jack.

Ali jumped. Jack was sitting on his balcony in the dark. He was so dark
skinned, he was hard to see except for the red glow from a cigar. "He's
surviving. He's asleep now."

"He's lucky to have you."

"Thank you." Ali took a seat near the railing to Jack's room. "How come
you aren't out at the bar or casino?"

Jack sighed. "Didn't much feel like hanging out with a bunch of
strangers."

"That's not like you."

"I'm just tired, Ali. Lonely and tired. Sick of meeting people and
having it going nowhere."

"Is it because of your penis?"

"Yes. It scares them. I hate it."

Ali stood and stepped over the railing, sitting down next to the giant
black man, noticing now he was shirtless and wearing only sweat pants.
She took his hand and he squeezed it. "I’m sorry, Jack. Your penis
really is quite large and intimidating."

"If I had a penis, there wouldn't be a problem." Jack lifted his hips
and pulled his sweat pants down to his knees. "This is a black cock,
Ali, a big black cock," he said shaking it and the already semi-erect
monster turned completely hard. "I hate this thing. Do you know what
it's like to be so horny, you think you might explode?"

Ali stared at it in the darkness. Yes, she did. She'd felt that horny
all trip. She felt that horny right now and the feeling was getting
worse. "You seem to like showing it off."

"You seemed to like looking at it," said Jack. "Is it too much to ask
for a woman's touch? Does it scare you? Would you touch it?"

Ali gulped. Touching it was exactly what she wanted to do to it. The
poor man. She was filled with compassion for him and lust for his huge
cock. She was married, monogamous, didn't care too much for blacks, and
all she could think about was a monster sized black dong that no woman
could possibly handle.

Jack stood and moved before her chair. His cock only several feet from
her face. Downstairs, they could hear laughter coming from the tiki bar.
"See Ali, my cock scares you. You're afraid to touch it, just like all
the other women who've seen it."

Ali reached out and grasped the end. It felt so weird in her hand.
Mike's penis was completely engulfed by her hand, but just the head of
Jack's practically filled her palm. She squeezed it and the thing was as
hard and unyielding as a baseball bat. She felt a thrill of excitement
run down her spine when Jack groaned. "It's not scary, Jack." Ali let
her hand run down the shaft almost lovingly. It even smelled good.

"Then what is it?"

"It's amazing." Ali was barely aware the black man was even present,
there was just his voice in her head and his huge cock in her hand.

"Please don't tease me."

"I'm not. I think it's incredible."

"Your hand feels good on my cock. Stroke it for me."

Ali grasped it and ran her hand back up to the tip which was quite
sticky. "Oops, it went off," she said, though his cock remained hard as
steel.

"Ha, ha, ha," Jack laughed, so loud the people below him must have heard. "That's just precum."

"But there's so much?"

"It takes a lot to coat that monster."

"Yes, I guess it would, wouldn't it?"

"Coat your hands with it."

The precum quickly covered her fingers and palm. Soon Ali was stroking
his hard black cock. Jesus! What was she thinking? She was giving a hand
job to a massively hung black man and business rival of her husband's.
"I shouldn't be doing this," she said, but instead of stopping she
brought her other hand up to grab the base.

"Please, you don't know how bad I need this." Jack backed up and sat
down, spreading his legs. His huge balls were splayed out on the chair.
"Finish me off on your knees."

Ali should have been offended that he was starting to order her around,
but her body slipped off the chair and she crawled over between Jack's
legs almost eager to take his cock back in her hands. She started
stroking it again, faster this time. Jack relaxed and rather rudely, she
thought, picked his cigar back up and started puffing on it. Still, she
didn't quit. It was as if she had no choice in the matter. She cared
about nothing at that moment then getting the big black thirteen inch
cock off. She wouldn't stop if Mike came into the room. She wouldn't
stop if Jesus' second coming started. There was only one cumming that
could make her stop. Ali stared somewhat wild-eyed at her tired hands
rising and falling along his shaft, which seemed bigger then it had just
minutes ago. "Come on," she whispered, thinking his cock might outlast
her strength. "Cum for me, baby."

The fat cock spasmed in her hand and Ali's eyes followed a long stream
of cum up, over her head, and over the railing. It jerked again and another strand flew up and off the balcony. The third wad had less force and hit her in the forehead. Ali closed her eyes as her face was bombarded by hot wads of sperm.

"I just felt a drop of rain," said a voice below them on the ground.  

"My god! I've never seen that much cum. It's more then Mikey's shot off
our entire marriage." She closed her mouth to stop sperm from sliding into it. The smell was in her nose and it smelled good.

"You can use the bathroom in my room to clean up," said Jack.

Ali felt a little dazed as she walked, mouth held tightly closed into
his bathroom. The sperm covered face staring back at her in the mirror
could have belonged to a slutty porn star. She wiped the area around her
mouth and then spent fifteen minutes trying to get every little bit off
her face. When she left the bathroom, Jack was lying nude on the bed,
his cock still big, plump, and twice her husband's size. It fell across
his thigh.

"Thanks Ali," said Jack. "I've been so horny lately I thought I would go
crazy. You're so lucky to have little Mikey to take care of your needs."

Ali sat down on the edge of the bed. "I've practically been climbing the
walls with horniness this trip too." She looked down at her bare feet.

"What about Mikey?"

"Mikey hasn't exactly been up to bat since we got here. I think stress
and his sunburn have gotten to him. But then, it supposedly happens to
all guys."

"Not black men. Yo, here's an idea. Since you got me off, I should get
you off."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you an orgasm."

"I have problems orgasming. I've only had a few in the early years we
were married and they weren't any big deal. Besides, we've gone too far
already. I should get back to my husband."

"Look, you used your hand to get me off and all I'm asking is that you
let me do the same. I've become quite good at it over the years."

"What do you need me to do?"

Jack grinned. "Just sit on the bed, lay back, and enjoy."

Ali nervously sat on his bed. Jack came around and placed his hands on
her knees, pulling her legs apart. He pulled the bottom of her robe
apart until her shaved crotch appeared. "Can you turn out the light?"
she asked.

"I need to see what I'm doing. I've seen you naked already."

"Yes," said Ali, he had, but the context hadn't been sexual, though the
image of Jack on the beach, his glistening black body sporting that
thirteen inch erection had certainly made her body think about sex.

Ali held her robe closed at her navel while Jack
brought his index finger up to her labia. She jumped when he touched her
even though she'd been expecting it. He slid his finger along her lips,
then started circling the tip around her opening. It felt so good to be
touched, her hips almost imperceptibly began rising up into his finger.
Ali was ashamed to see his finger was soaked already and he hadn't even
penetrated her. It was too embarrassing to watch, so she laid down on
her back on the bed.

Jack's finger teased her, slipping just a little inside her. Then he
removed it and brought the tip up to her clit. Ali felt her clit
swelling as he stroked it. Jack slid it back down and inside, teasing
her again. Ali moaned, her body starting to writhe a little on the bed.
Suddenly, with no warning, Jack thrust his finger as deep as it would go
in her pussy and wiggled it. Ali's eyes flew open and she arched her
back as her pussy clamped down around the black man's finger which was
as large as and more skilled then her husband's penis. The orgasm
centered in her pussy, then ripped through her body. "Aaaaahh
god," she screamed, black spots appearing before her eyes. Ali was
wrong. Those few times with Mike where she'd thought she'd cum had been
false alarms. Ali now knew what an orgasm felt like and she rather liked
it.

"Feel good?" asked Jack.

"Oh yes." She was still breathing heavily and somewhat dazed.

"Want another?"

"Uh huh," she nodded.

"Lay back and enjoy then. I don't know what Mikey's problem is, you're
an easy cummer. White boys don't know nothing about pussy."
Jack started fingering her again and her hips started rising into his
finger almost immediately.

This felt good and Ali didn't think it could feel any better, but then
she felt his tongue lick up her labia, working it's way around her
folds. His tongue licked up and around her clit, before he sucked it up
between his lips. Ali started shaking again as another orgasm built up,
but then Jack ruined it by pulling his finger out. His finger quickly
entered her again, this time he used two stretching her wider then
Mike's penis ever had. This orgasm was even bigger then the last.

When Ali recovered, his fingers were missing from her pussy, but his
tongue was skillfully entering and licking her. Her legs had somehow
wrapped around Jack's shoulders and she used them to pull his face
harder into her pussy. His hands were on her robe, slowly pulling it
open exposing first her belly then her breasts.
His hands reached around her legs and grabbed both her breasts. Ali
whimpered in pleasure as his fingers squeezed her nipples and started
twirling them.

Jack played with her nipples for a good while before moving his hands
back down. Two fingers entered her again and he started flexing them,
the tip rubbing against a sensitive spot deep in her pussy. Her moans
grew in intensity and her back arched as a strong orgasm approached, but
Jack quickly pulled his fingers out. "No," she moaned, changing it to
"Yes" as he pushed two fingers from his other hand in which started
doing the same thing. Soon she was on the verge again, her hands
clenching the bedspread as it built back up.

Ali felt the wet index finger from his free hand slide under her pussy,
the tip pressing against her anus. She tensed up as it pressed against
her tight little rosebud which reluctantly opened up for the big digit.
Ali struggled to tell him to stop, but he pushed his finger in deep
which sent her body into convulsions as her third orgasm tore threw her
body.

Ali recovered a few moments later aware of a fading pain in her ass.
Jack was pushing two fingers into her ass to match the two still doing a
number in her pussy. He was also sucking on her clit again and a fourth
orgasm was already building. "Yes," she cried. "Oh god yes, don't stop.
Make me cum again." But Jack stopped.  Ali said a little more frantically, "Don't stop now. I'm real close."

"Just changing positions," said the black man. "Neck's sore."

"Please just one more," she begged as he laid beside her. Jack assumed a
rather weird position. He was laying backwards so that his head was in
her pussy, not realizing his cock- sporting another massive erection-
was practically rubbing her face as she laid by his side. Jack's back
was bent which put his crotch in her face. He was so tall that if he'd just straighten out, his cock would be nowhere near her face, but he seemed too eager to get back to work on her pussy and ass with his fingers and tongue. He was probably not even aware, his cock was in her face.

Ali found her eyes drawn to his cock, just inches from her face. Every
now and then it would give a little jerk, practically hitting her on the
nose. Now that she wasn't on the beach or balcony, but inside, she
became aware of an intensely strong masculine scent coming off it. She
stuck her nose close to the swollen head and breathed in the scent,
liking it.

Another orgasm was approaching. This one was taking it's time, but
promising to be intense. She was so grateful to Jack for giving her some
much needed relief, that she kissed his cock head the next time it
smacked against her face. She arched her neck putting her mouth near the
tip and luckily his cock quit spasming holding still as she planted more
grateful kisses around the head. Her kisses turned to licks and soon
after that, her hand grabbed the base of his shaft and bent his cock
down into her mouth.

Jack suddenly quit playing with her pussy and ass, gripping her waist
tightly. He held her and rolled over on his back. Ali found herself
lying on top of him with his cock head still in her mouth. She sucked on
the tip almost more interested in getting him off, then with another
orgasm building. Ali took his cock head out of her mouth as the orgasm
approached. Jack was sucking on her clit with an index finger in each
hole. He quit sucking long enough to say, "You like having my finger up
your ass while I eat your pussy, don't cha?"

"Yes," she whispered, feeling slutty for admitting it.

"Think how good it would feel to have my finger in your ass with a big
hard cock fucking you from behind."

"Oh god yeessss," she screamed, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her
loins. She held his cock up while she buried her face in his pubic hair,
sniffing deeply as she recovered. "Oh god, thank you, thank you," she
cried kissing his cock again. Ali started sucking it, glad to reward the
man who had given her so much pleasure. She had never done this before
and quickly choked on the large appendage. Determined to give Jack as
much pleasure as he was giving her, she relaxed her throat and forced
his cock head down her throat while kneading his balls with one hand.

Jack licked up and down her slit, pausing long enough to say. "You got a
body built for black cock. I'm surprised you even feel little Mikey at
all. I bet you could even handle a little of that big black monster
you're sucking on."

Ali moaned, picturing herself kneeling on the bed with Jack hammering
his powerful cock into her pussy while working his finger in and out of
her ass. Ali orgasmed again, choking around his cock. Jack slowly pulled
his finger out of her ass and quit eating her pussy entirely. He
relaxed on the bed, his cock thrusting into her throat as he slightly
bucked his hips. Ali finally gave up trying to get more then half of it
down her throat. She used her free hand to jerk the rest off.

"Suck that black cock," said Jack. "You white sluts sure go crazy for a
man-sized dick."

Jack was being rude, but his words made her feel trashy and at that
moment she did feel slutty. Ali tried harder to make him cum. Even now
his cock seemed bigger and his thrusts were getting harder. Surely, he
would warn her before he came so she wouldn't swallow it? It jumped in
her throat, jerking and pumping. Ali bobbed her head up and felt what
seemed to be a shot glass's worth of hot pudding slide down her throat.
He was cumming! Ali brought her head up feeling more hot seed slide down
her throat, then it was filling her mouth. Ali swallowed, this time
willingly as the taste wasn't as bad as she expected. More filled her
mouth and she stroked upwards on the big cock to drain every last drop
into her mouth.

When Jack's penis quit spurting, Ali pulled it out of her mouth and
moved her hand down to the base. It started out rock hard and swollen
from his orgasm. She could feel his pulse beating through his cock and
with each beat, it lost some of it's steel, slowly bending then falling
over, limp, yet still inches bigger then Mikey's penis. Ali suddenly
remembered her husband and a wave of guilt hit her. "I s-should be
going," she said.

"Stay," said Jack, kissing her pussy.

Ali moaned. "N-no, I can't. Gotta get back to little Mikey." She rolled off Jack, got up and grabbed her robe. The black man looked magnificent
lying nude on the bed. "We shouldn't have done this."

"Hey, this is vacation. We should enjoy ourselves. We can do it again
tomorrow night."

"I can't." Ali stepped out onto the balcony. She'd never felt pleasure
like Jack had just given her and he was offering the same tomorrow
night. How could someone turn that down? Imagine being married to a guy
like Jack and getting it every night? Ali didn't trust herself, she
stared at Jack a moment before turning and stepping over the railing to
her room. She'd need to stay away from Jack until they left for home the
following morning.


Part 3



"Don't answer that," said Ali. "It's probably Jack."

"Right," said Mike. He had been automatically reaching for the
phone. "Ow, ow, ow," said Mike suddenly.

"Sorry." Ali had reached over to fondle her husband's penis and for the
first time this trip it responded a little, but the sunburn made it
hurt.

"Hey, why don't you rub a little calamine lotion into it?"

Ali laughed, but walked to the bathroom and poured a little onto her
palm. She returned and pulled Mikey's little boy's prick out from his
scrotum. "Gentle," begged her husband. "Oh nice," he whispered. "So
cool. Feels good."

Ali looked at her fist with the pink lotion oozing out between her
fingers, Mike's entire penis invisible to her eyes. If it were Jack's
black cock she were holding, there'd still be eight or nine inches
rising proudly skyward. Picturing Jack's cock in her hand made her think
about the hand job and her hand stroked Mike's little penis.  "Oh, oh,
ow," whimpered her husband torn between pleasure and pain. His penis
grew, turning harder, but still limp. "Ow, ow, oh, oh, aaahhh," he
whispered.

Ali watched as a calamine pink bubble burst and turned white as Mike
orgasmed. His semen parted the calamine lotion and shot up on her thumb.
It was no more then a few drops. Ali got up to go clean up. In the
bathroom, she brought her hand up to lick his sperm up, but decided, it
just wasn't worth it. The amount was too small to even whet her
appetite. Had she developed a taste for semen after Jack came in her
mouth?

"What do you want to do today, honey," called Mike.

"Lets just say in," she said.

"Fine by me." Mike's sunburn still hurt pretty bad. He reached for the
remote and flicked the television on.

In the bathroom, Ali heard Jack's shower running and she pictured his
perfect nude body under the running water. Ali came out of the
bathroom and picked up her neglected paperback. Jack knocked on their
door, but neither answered it.

Mike felt better around dinner time and the two showered and dressed
heading down to the restaurant.

"Mind if I join you?" asked Jack, sitting down before either of the
Boyers could respond. Ali was ashamed to feel a surge of lust course
through her body just at the sight of the powerful black man. Jack
ordered a bottle of wine to celebrate their last night on the island.

The three chatted and ate after the main course arrived. Ali jumped a
little when Jack's placed his hand on her knee under the table. Mike
hadn't noticed as he was cutting his steak. Jack started to slide his
hand up her thigh which forced Ali to reach under the table and grab his
hand. Instead, Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over into his
crotch. He had somehow pulled his cock out and it was rock hard. Ali's
fingers closed around it and she struggled to pull her hand back without
Mike becoming suspicious. Jack held her wrist firmly until she quit
struggling. Jack released her wrist and her hand stayed on his cock
slowly stroking it.

Jack reached over for the bottle of wine and accidentally tipped it over
into Mike's lap. "Yo, sorry Mikey."

Mike grabbed the bottle and jumped up. His shorts were stained red.
"I'll be right back."

Jack waited until Mike was out of ear shot. "When do you think you can
sneak over tonight?"

"What happened between us was wrong, Jack, and it can't happen again."

"You haven't gotten enough of my cock. Your hand feels so good."

"Sorry," said Ali, giving his cock one last farewell squeeze before
pulling her hand away.

Jack reached under the table and with apparent difficulty put his cock away.

Mike came back from the bathroom, his pants permanently stained. "What's
wrong Ali, you seem distracted?"

"Just can't decide on dessert." She pretended to be interested in the
menu when in truth, she wanted to be under the table sucking on Jack's
big schlong.

"It's our last day, honey, have whatever you want."

"Hmm, whatever I want," she mumbled.

"What about you, Jack?" asked Mike.

"I think I'll call it a night," said Jack standing up. Both of the
Boyer's eyes zoomed in on the bulge in his crotch straining to rip his
shorts. Mike looked away quickly, feeling emasculated. Ali's eyes
lingered a little longer.

"Sorry, you didn't meet anyone," said Mike, smugly.

"Don't feel sorry for me, Mikey. See you two tomorrow in the lobby and
we'll share a cab."

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

Jack sat naked on his balcony smoking a cigar. He smiled when the
sliding glass door in the Boyer's room opened, but Ali didn't emerge.
Instead, it was Mike opening it because the night was cool with a strong
breeze blowing off the ocean. Soon the Boyer's turned the light off as
they went to bed. Jack sat and waited, but still no Ali

Quite frankly, Jack was impressed by her will power, but he needed to
fuck her tonight. Like all enhanced, he was driven to seed as many women
as possible and he really wanted to cuckold his rival, but there were
other reasons he needed Ali. Jack couldn't wait much longer.

The big black man stood, then stepped over the railing. The moon was
nearly full and the light illuminated the sleeping Boyers. He entered
through the open door, giving several tugs on his cock which quickly
turned rock hard.

“It’s Hammertime,“ he whispered, before stepping over to Ali's sleeping form and pulling the covers down. She was nude, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily, and her eyelashes were flickering. She tossed and turned clearly dreaming and frustrated about something. Jack smirked, imagining the inner turmoil she must be going through. Ali, the faithful, loving wife, attracted to another man and a black man at that, who made her husband look inferior in every way.

Jack held his cock under her nose and waited. Ali's nipples were already hard, but soon her entire areola swelled up and goosebumps appeared on them. After several minutes, her legs spread apart, moonlight making her wet thighs look shiny. Her breathing grew more rapid and one of her hands actually slid down across her bare pussy.

Jack reached down and slid one finger along her slit, pushing it in
deep. Ali whimpered and raised her pussy up into his finger. Her lips
parted and he brought his cock head down against them. Her tongue licked
the head and her eyes opened.

At first, she seemed confused. Ali smiled at him then kissed and licked
his cock. Then she realized this wasn't a dream and her eyes widened in
fear. She glanced beside her to find Mike's back still facing her as he
slept peacefully. She reached down and pulled Jack's hand away from her
pussy which was as wet as ever. Ali tried to wave him out, but Jack just
stood there. Finally, she got out of bed, following him to the balcony.

Not wanting Mike to wake up, Ali stepped over onto Jack's balcony and
entered his room. "Just what the hel..." At that moment Jack grabbed her arms and pulled her body into his. He kissed her deeply, then let go. "No Jack, I'm a marri..." The second kiss was open mouth and her tongue pushed his back out of her mouth entering his. When Jack let go, she was breathing heavily and confused. Her legs were weak and shaky. Ali fell backwards sitting on the bed and Jack stepped up so that his cock was bobbing before her face. "I guess there’s no harm if we fool around a little. How about I jerk you off again?"

"No, suck it." Jack cupped the back of her head and pulled her forwards.
Ali's lips parted around his cock head. She grabbed his shaft and began
bobbing her head over the tip.

Jack let her suck it for awhile. He was impressed with her skill.
Already, she was probably managing an inch or two more then she had
yesterday. Jack stepped back, Ali leaning forward to keep his cock in her mouth until it plopped out. "What's wrong?" she asked staring greedily at his cock.

"Lets make this last. Turn over on all fours and I'll get you off."

Ali obeyed, moaning as Jack pushed his two thick fingers back into her
pussy. He skillfully brought her near the brink of orgasm before he
withdrew. Ali was about to protest when she felt something large pushing
against her pussy lips. "Ugh, Jack, I don't think I can take three
fingers." Ali's pussy lips stretched wide as Jack pushed what felt like
a golf ball inside her pussy. "Jack, stop! What do you think you're
doing?"

"I just knew you could take it." Jack worked is cock head around a bit
making Ali moan.

"We can't go any further."

"Lets just see how much you can take. Aren't you curious?"

"Alright push a little more in, but take it out when I tell you. Just
the head feels like it's ripping me apart."

Jack pushed forwards and another inch sank into her. He brought his
thumb up to his mouth, sucking on it to lubricate it.

Jack pulled back and pushed forwards cramming another inch into her
pussy. "You're so damn big," she said. "I can't possibly handle much
more. Hey! What are you...Aaahh gawd, cumming." Ali trembled as Jack's
thumb pushed into her ass and sent her over the edge. Her cum served to
coat Jack's cock and before she knew it he'd pushed another two inches
in. She now felt as stuffed as a turkey on Thanksgiving. "God that felt good. You're in as deep as Mike's ever been, so I don't think I can take much more."

"I tell you this pussy's built for big cock. Mike ain’t even average for
a white guy. I think I can get a few more in."

Ali felt empty as Jack pulled his cock out, then she almost fell
forwards as he rammed it in. Then it was out and in again. The head
pushed it's way into virgin territory awakening dormant nerve endings
deep in her pussy. He was thrusting steadily now and Ali was pushing
hard against her arms to keep from falling forwards. She was pushing
herself back into Jack's thrusts. His cock in her pussy and his thumb in
her ass felt great and she gasped, "Fuck  me!"

Jack fucked her harder, more inches pushing deeper inside. The orgasms
came, one after the other. Ali started screaming in pleasure. Her thighs
suddenly stung. Jack's huge nut sack was smacking forcefully against
them. His crotch was practically grinding against hers and both white
woman and black man were groaning. His cock jerked in her pussy and it
felt like someone had turned a hose on. Jack's semen bombarded her womb
and Ali finally collapsed forward as a huge orgasm tore through her
body.

When Ali recovered, she was completely enveloped by Jack's body. He'd
pulled his thumb out of her ass, but his cock was still in her pussy,
completely in. She squirmed a bit and the spent cock actually grew an
inch, stiffening again. Jack bucked his hips and his cock turned fully
erect again.

Jack pulled out and rolled over on his back. "Mount me," he ordered.

Ali's sperm filled pussy squished as she pushed herself up and straddled
his legs. Ali raised herself up over his cock and pushed down over it.
She sat in his lap with his entire cock buried in her. Jack reached up
and toyed with her nipples. Ali moaned and began riding him. "J-jack, am
I your first?""

Jack laughed. "You're not even my first this trip."

Ali quit bouncing. "What do you mean?"

"Our first night here I met two older couples downstairs and the husband
confessed that he's always wanted to see his wife with an islander, so I
faked an accent and turned her into a whore for black cock as he
watched." Ali remembered seeing Jack dancing with two older women in
their fifties that night. Jack continued, "the maid caught me naked the
next day and now gives me a blow job every morning."

"The fat black island woman?"

"Yeah, so what, helps relieve tension. My favorite was the French bitch
on the nude beach. I met her after you left and fucked her at her
apartment while the husband took the kids out for ice cream."

"She was your favorite?"

"Until you. Those sluts are nothing compared to you." Jack started
bucking his hips to get her going again. "Want me to quit?"

Tears were rolling down Ali's eyes from jealousy. She also felt betrayed
and lied to, but couldn't stop. "No Jack, I don't ever want you to
quit." Ali began slamming her pussy down hard into his cock. She'd make
this so good, he wouldn't even remember those other women.

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

"Jesus," groaned Mike. "Looks like Jack's finally got a woman." When Ali
didn't respond, Mike said, "are you awake?" He rolled over thinking
there was no way she could sleep with all the racket coming from Mike's
room. He reached out, but Ali was gone.

"Fuck me, fuck me. Give me that big black cock," screamed a woman's
voice next door. Then she screamed in what had to be a very convincing
porno worthy fake orgasm.

Mike had left the balcony door open. Ali must be out there listening to
Jack and his woman.
Mike got out of bed and walked out on the balcony, but it was empty as
was the feeling in his stomach when he started thinking the impossible.

Mike straddled the railing and stepped onto Jack's balcony. The scene he
saw through the sliding glass door was out of his worst nightmares.

"Was that better then that French slut?" asked Ali, whose face was in
Jack's crotch stroking his cock forward and licking up all the sperm
that came out of it.

"That was great, but there was one thing the Frenchie liked."

"What's that?"

"She liked getting it up her "Derry Air".

Ali took her face out of Jack's crotch and stroked his cock until it
turned hard again. She kneeled ass up, face down on the bed. "Fuck my
ass," she said, reaching behind her and pulling her butt cheeks apart.
Jack wasted no time. He poured lotion on his cock and kneeled behind
her.

Mike watched Jack push his dick hard against Ali's anus and reluctantly
it opened for him. Inch by inch, Jack's cock disappeared. Mike could see
Ali's look of determination, but she was squeezing her eyes shut in pain
and her face was pale.

"Fuck this," said Mike. He could never take Jack on, but he had to try.
Mike reached down and opened  the door. Maybe he could sneak up and
punch Jack in his big balls? The smell hit him like a brick in the face
as he stepped into the room.

It was a smell of pure animal sex. Jack was too big, too perfect, so
much more of a man then Mike was. Mike looked down in horror at his
penis which was now as hard as it had ever been. He grabbed it and
tugged feeling like a voyeur in a sex show. Mike could never compete
with that. Ali should fuck him. It was only right and natural for her to
prefer Jack's black cock to Mike's own. Mike came, the tiny clump of
semen spurting up from his tiny penis. Mike's penis quickly shriveled up
and crawled up into his scrotum as he thought how pathetic it looked
compared to Jack's.

Mike went back to his room and laid down in bed. He listened to them all
night until, Ali snuck back just before the alarm went off and hopped in
the shower.

Hopefully things would return to normal when they got home?

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

"You're going out?" asked Mike.

"Sorry, but you know Friday is girl's night out."

"I was hoping you'd stay home tonight."

"I can't give up my Fridays. I know you're upset you didn't get the
promotion, but Jack's better then you...at sales."

Mike was fed up with Ali as she left to meet the damn jungle bunny. She
had started these girl's nights as soon as they got back from vacation
and Mike knew she was meeting Jack, Ali didn't have any female friends.
Mike followed his wife out to the car. "That's it, Ali. I know you been
sleeping with Jack. If you get in that car, I want a divorce."

"Sleep on the couch then," she said, as she drove away.

"Fuck that." Mike wasn't sleeping on the couch in his own house. He was
awake, but pretended to be asleep when Ali came home around three am.
Big hands grabbed his neck and yanked him out of bed.

"I said sleep on the couch," said Ali.

Mike was too scared to fight back and got a shock when he saw that the
black man throwing him out of the room wasn't Jack.

From then on, he slept on the couch while many black men shared his
wife's bed almost every night. Sometimes there were even two.

Mike came to dread going to work under John J Hammer, Vice President of
Sales for Gilbert Plastics Inc. One day, Jack and Ali came down stairs
and they carpooled together. "Ali has accepted a job as my new personal
assistant," explained Jack.

Ali quickly made friends with many of the women at work, all of whom
Jack had dated. Mike even caught her showing off their vacation pictures
to a newly married woman they'd just hired. Particularly, the one of
Mike and Jack nude on the beach. That woman too joined Ali's little
click.

One day Ali came into his office smiling. She set a list of black jokes
in front of him. They were a black man's vocabulary test such as: Hotel-
I gave my girlfriend crabs and the ho tell everybody. Mike laughed and
Ali smiled at him. Did he dare hope she was coming to her senses?

Mike took them to show Mr. Gilbert and the two read the jokes back and
forth, laughing the whole time.

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

Mr. Gilbert slid the contract back across the table to Solomon King. "Is
this some sort of joke?," he asked, the powerful black man. "I'm not
going to sell you a three million dollar company for one dollar."
   
Mr. Jordan, King's lawyer removed a tape recorder from his briefcase and pressed play. Gilbert turned white when he heard his voice reading down the list of black jokes, Mike Boyer had brought him. The lawyer pulled out another sheet of papers. "This is a six milion dollar civil rights lawsuit I'm prepared to file this afternoon on behalf of all the black employees in your warehouse and Mr. John J Hammer. I can have protesters bused in and marching outside within 48 hours."

"I'm sure a man like you has saved up a decent nest egg," said King.
"The question is, do you want to keep your reputation intact?"

"I think I'm going to be sick," said Gilbert, picking up a pen with a
shaky hand. King pulled out a single dollar bill and slid it across the
table.

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

Behind Jack the sign people had finished scraping off Gilbert Plastics
Inc and replaced it with King Plastics Inc, John J Hammer, President.
"I've chosen someone to become the new Vice President of Sales," said
Jack. "That someone is..."

Mike's heart sank when he heard an unfamiliar name. A giant black built
much like Jack came out and waved to the crowd. Mike promptly put his
two weeks notice in which Jack gladly accepted and a day later, Mike was
training his replacement, another muscular black man. Black men were
soon in all the top managerial positions. Mike didn't even get invited
to the Christmas party, just the black managers and the white female
employees.

The new VP of sales scored a major contract days later being hired with a company called E&I Enterprises which was starting a line of marital
aids. They needed plastic for sex toys. It wasn't the kind of contract
Mr. Gilbert would not have accepted, but the new black owner seemed to have different morals.

On Mike's last day, Ali came into his office and pulled him into Jack's
empty office. "What's going on?"

"Mike, I'm so sorry about everything." Ali fumbled with his pants and
Mike who hadn't gotten laid in months quickly became aroused.
"Here, I want to make it up to you."

"Oh god yes," moaned Mike as Ali took him into her mouth. "I want you
back, Ali. I love you."

Ali giggled. "Is this as big as it gets?"

"Yeah, you know that."

Ali pulled out a box and clamped Mike's prick in it as Jack entered the
room. Mike pulled and tugged, but Ali held the box tightly.

"What's going on?" he asked afraid Jack was going to kick the shit out
of him.

"Nothing Mikey, we just needed an impression of a little boy's dick,"
said Jack. "You can go now."

Ali opened the box and he saw the impression his dick had left in the
plastic mold. Confused, he just got out of there never to return.

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

Three years later. Mike smelled like the burgers he cooked all day as he
left work. He'd given up on women after Ali, feeling inadequate around
them. He'd also let himself go and had gained twenty pounds. Horny, he
wandered into the porn store and was quickly turned off by all the
interracial porn everywhere.

He noticed the dildo on the wall and picked it up. Holding the small
five inch white dildo was no different then holding his own penis in
hand. These small white ones were placed alternately between big black
dildoes with names like the "King Cock" and the "White Pussy Pleaser".
The later had a picture of Ali sitting with her legs spread and a black
star blotting out where the dildo was penetrating her.

"The gay section's over there," said a deep voice.

Mike looked over at the Thor hammer on the black chest. Jack Hammer
wasn't paying any attention to him, he was filling out some forms behind
the counter.

Mike put the small white dildo called the "Little Mikey" down and left
the porn store.

The End



Author’s Note: Incidents from real life often stick in a writer’s mind. I took a trip to St. Martin in the early nineties and the description of the nude beach matches my impression.

Some inspiration for this story came from another called, “Sue’s Island Man,” by Suewatcher, and all his stories are worth reading.