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.