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