3 comments/ 141843 views/ 16 favorites Jamaican Vacation Ch. 01 By: whiteboy Prologue "I do." Sherri whispered in her wedding dress standing next to her soon to be husband Robert. "Than you may kiss your bride!" The reverend said with a bright smile on his wrinkled face. Sherri felt elation as their lips met in a lustful kiss and her betrothed and her rushed out the door hand in hand both feeling like they were in some fairy tale. The day was rather gloomy with an occasional cool breeze but neither seemed to notice it. They entered the Mercedes together both filled with their own thoughts about what they wanted to do for the day. Sherri was a rather beautiful woman with long golden brown hair and dark green eyes. Her body attracted the male eye like honey did to bees with her ample D sized breasts and the way her body was so fit and yet shapely where all her curves were in just the right places. Rob was less significant looking but still showed a lot of class with his neatly trimmed beard and dark brown eyes. He had one of those office looking bodies that was in a desperate need to get in shape but that was something Rob simply just didn't have the time or luxury for. He was also a only a couple of inches taller than his bride who stood only at five four. Robert was scared for this would be their first time together as a wedded couple and they only did it once before albeit very briefly and lasting no more than three minutes. Neither had much memory of it for they were both drunk. All he really remembered was that Sherri looked more than a little scared when he pulled down his pants, his six inch hard cock came bouncing out announcing its presence. The love making was awkward and he found that he came in less than a fifteen seconds. Sherri's disappointment was all too audible afterwards. "I so can't wait till we're alone together." Sherri said breathlessly breaking his musings. "I know I just can't believe we waited so long to get married." Robert said giving her a gentle kiss on the lips causing her to giggle slightly as his beard scraped against her chin. "I promise it will be better than our first time together." "Well I think one thing that needs to come off is this beard." Sherri said giving him a playful smile as she gave it a gentle tug, apt not to answer his comment about sex finding it crude and even unattractive. "Owe!" Robert winced in mock pain as he pulled away from his pretty bride eyeing her with wounded pride. "Well anyway I hope that this honeymoon is worth it. It's going to cost us a fortune." Sherri said referring to their getaway to a Jamaican resort. "You bet it will be worth it. Everything is booked and what's more my parents helped pay for everything just as they promised they would." Robert replied. As they drove off to the hotel before taking off for Jamaica neither knew that this honeymoon wasn't going to be the perfect one that they envisioned. Week One At The Jamaican Resort "Honey how do I look?" Sherri came out of the restroom dressed in a string sheer bikini that she bought just the other week. It showed her her curves, particularly her large breasts and her generous ass and when wet she was virtually nude with the wet material would show off her nipples and her pussy would become more noticeable. She bought it knowing that it would excite her husband. Excite him it did. He could feel himself instantly harden at the sight of her centerfold looking body. Nothing looked hotter than his beautiful new bride decked out in one of the skimpiest bikinis he ever saw. "Uh you look beautiful." He whispered hoarsely, wanting nothing more to take her in his arms here and now but was afraid that their would be a repeat performance of last night. They were making out hard and heavy, his cock about to enter her beautiful tight pussy when he came in a loud moaning grunt much to Sherri's protest. Embarrassment filled him as he rolled off her and turned to his side away so she wouldn't notice his flushed face, giving away his embarrassment. "Why don't we head down to the beach." He offered, breaking away from his musings, nervously offering his arm which she graciously took. Arm in arm they walked to the beach together in an uncomfortable silence, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. As they walked down the beach feeling the hot sun on their backs Rob couldn't help but stop and stare in disbelief. Two very large black man came running past looking like olympic runners their harsh faces taking on mock concentration. What was so surprising was that they were naked as the day they were born and their large cocks were swinging freely about. He felt inadequate as they raced past them his wife's yelp of surprise as she too stared with something bordered on shock. Her face reddening from embarrassment, was glad that her husband looked just as shocked and didn't notice her embarrassment. Never in all her young life did she ever see such huge cocks and the sight made her compare the large size to her own husbands rather average cock wondering if they lasted longer in bed or not. Not to say that she was a real size queen nor did she have sexual intercourse with her former boyfriend no matter how many times they insisted on having it. No Rob was her first and no pain but just disappointment at the way he came within less than a minute when he entered her. It was almost anti-climatic at the way he just rolled off her too embarrassed for words as she just laid their wanting more. The sight of those cocks awoke a primal need in her that she missed with Rob. "Hey dear what do do you want to do?" Her husbands voice snapped her out of her musings and she found herself staring after the men speeding past them and was instantly embarrassed for herself. "Why don't we for a swim?" She said noticing that her husbands jealous expression quickly changed. "Sure, sounds good to me." Rob said, fighting back his feelings of inadequacies. As she raced ahead in the great beautiful sparkling ocean he laid the towel down along with the food that they took with them before racing to catch up and stopped dead in his tracks. Sherri was half way and talking to what looked like a very dark and strong looking black man who wore a g-string giving away a rather noticeable bulge he was still standing on the beach but looked like he was going to jump in and join her. She seemed to laugh every once in awhile as he spoke and than gestured towards me which he smiled and looked towards me. It was too far away but Rob could imagine the scorn on the negroes face. "What's going on?" Rob asked while rushing down the beach fighting back the breathlessness overwhelming him, noticing that this hulking black man was eyeing his beautiful pale wife like she was some piece of meat. "Oh sorry honey this is Jerome. Jerome this is Rob my new husband." Sherri said brightly. Reluctantly Rob got out of the water and went to shake his hand wincing instantly as his huge palm seemed to crush him. He couldn't help but wonder at the way the guy seemed to look at him that this jerk considered him in part as some worm to crush and dominate. He could tell that this guy had that bully look that Rob was used to seeing in High School as well as some parts of college. "So this is the new hubby is it?" Jerome said with what could only be a smirk on his thick lips. Rob merely grunted in reply and got in the water so he stood next to his beautiful wife. "Yeah this is him." Sherri said giving her betrothed a gentle kiss on the lips. Rob felt embarrassed but nonetheless kissed her promptly back. Afterwards he looked to where the black man stood and was privately relieved that he was walking away. He couldn't get rid of the impression that this guy had some attraction towards his Sherri and she didn't seem to mind at all at the way the guy looked at her. He admitted to himself that he had some problems with black people but this was something he never admitted to anyone much less his beautiful and fairly non-racist wife. As they swam further down the ocean, the cold water chilling his insecurities as he realized that their was nothing to worry about, at least as far as his brides faithfulness was concerned. It was unheard of for the bride to ever cheat on the groom on their honeymoon of all things. Besides he knew that Sherri was one of the most chaste women you could ever meet. Laughing as he struggled to catch up to his wife he grudgingly admitted to himself that Sherri was a way better swimmer than himself. She had him by a half a mile when she finally slowed down waiting for him to catch up with a playful frown on her beautiful face. Her long blond hair was slicked back from the cool ocean he could see the outline of her beautiful breasts in the water and if it wasn't for the freezing ocean he'd probably have a boner. "What's the matter slow poke?" Sherri said playfully, "Are you just too slow for little ole me?" Rob laughing replied, "No just not in the best shape of my life is all." "That's for sure. What's the matter you used to brag at how much you swam every day." Her playful tone had a challenge to it that unsettled his male ego. "Well if you haven't noticed I've been kind of busy at the office." Rob said feeling more than a little defensive all the sudden. "I haven't had the time as of late to go out and go swimming." "Oh Rob don't get so defensive. You know I'm only teasing." She laughed swimming up to Rob and giving me a light kiss on the cheek before pushing away and swimming further off the shore. Rob feeling a sudden need to prove himself rushed to catch up when he suddenly felt a cramp starting to creep up. Gasping he tried to call out to his wife to slow down when a bunch of water filled his mouth causing him to choke instantly. He could feel himself drowning as his arms waved about wildly trying to get his wife's attention which she didn't seem to notice. He felt himself falling in the darkness and knew then that he was going to die. Suddenly he had a vague sensation of very strong arms grabbing around him and taking him but as disoriented as he was he couldn't be sure. "It's okay buddy I got you." A rough familiar voice gritted in his ear as he swam him to shore followed by his wife's voice scared and anxious. Choking loud and hard Rob sputtered in relief as the water fell out of his mouth feeling ashamed at the same time as this black man saved him from certain death. Embarrassed he carefully avoided Sherri's eyes as he got up from the beach and looked at his savior. He had a rather cocky look in his eye as if he took great pleasure in saving his ass, whatever made him look good in Sherri's eyes or so Rob imagined. "Thanks for saving my ass man I most certainly owe you one." Rob grudgingly said feeling humbled despite himself and ashamed of his earlier coldness towards Jerome. "Think nothing of it man. I'm sure you would do the same thing for me." Jerome replied giving me a wink. "Well I for one think that we owe you at least a drink." Sherri cut in giving her husband a kiss on the cheek, feeling suddenly very warm towards Jerome as she realized that she would have been a widow on her honeymoon no less. Rob readily agreed insisting on it even as Jerome voiced reluctance saying that he had some cleaning he needed to do at home but finally relenting when Rob offered to help him out. Jerome laughingly held his arms up in mock surrender and followed closely by as they headed towards the local bar that was no more than a mile away. **** "Once more I thank you for saving me." Rob said for what had to be the hundredth time. "Think nothing of it bro." Jerome said whilst eyeing Sherri while he was sure her husband wasn't looking. Sherri was instantly flattered and found herself admiring Jerome for his courage the more she got to know him. The fact that he saved the man that she loved was an instant plus in her book. She absently noticed how handsome he was and couldn't help but compare his dark hard muscled body to her husbands rather pudgy frame. "If there's anything that I can do for you just let me know." Rob said taking another swig from his fourth beer feeling more than a little drunk. "Well how about you let me dance with your pretty wife?" Jerome suggested with a wide smile that showed off perfect pearly teeth. "That's the least we can do." Rob said looking over at his wife for confirmation who nodded an affirmative Jerome smiled as he got up on his feet Sheri followed shortly, nervously as Jerome grasped her hand in his large paw like hand. She could feel a thrill of electricity rush her body as they strode hand in hand to the dance floor, conscious of Rob's eyes following them. Rob took another sip of his beer as he watched his bride proceed to dance with this black man. Grudgingly he admitted that although they looked like an unconventional couple they still looked great together. It was something that he would only admit to himself because he was drunk. Yet Jealousy began to overwhelm him despite everything as he watched them dance to a particularly slow song. It was almost as if they were dry fucking at least in Rob's drunken induced mind as there bodies moved together as if they were one. "Your a terrific dancer." Sheri said breathlessly feeling at ease dancing with this tall dark handsome man. A scandalous feeling came over as she felt herself drawn into those dark intense eyes, their bodies swaying with the music. "Well I have had some practice." Jerome said conversationally, "I am black after all." Sheri laughed at this comment finding all nervous tension leave her trim body, "Your really funny you know that?" "Yeah and I know that your not exactly at ease with me but trust me." She gasped as he pulled her closer till his lips almost brushed hers. "I wont bite unless you want me to." Abruptly she pushed away suddenly feeling awkward noticing as she turned around walking towards her husband that her he had this simmering look that bordered on jealous rage. "Honey I think we should go." Sheri abruptly said giving her husband a kiss before turning towards Jerome for he followed her off the dance floor. "Thanks for the dance Jerome. I hope to see you some time later." Sheri said trying to avoid Jeromes all to hungry eyes as she grabbed her new husbands hand and stormed off out of the bar determinedly all the while carefully avoiding her husbands questioning gaze. "What's going on dear?" Rob asked worriedly, "You looked like you were having such a good time." "Yeah well I just feel like it's time to go and enjoy the rest of the honeymoon is all." Sheri said, holding her husband's hand determinedly. Rob didn't respond but felt the confidence in his wife start to strengthen and with this the love he held towards his wife grew all the more. The sight of his wife being held so close by another man, his large black hands pawing her like some lecher. He was angry at himself for letting that black bastard dance with his wife never mind that he saved his skin from drowning. They made it back to the hotel room Rob was exhausted but Sherri was having none of it. She pulled off her bikini and began to pull off her husbands shorts. It wasn't even hard when she put her hand around it and began to stroke it eagerly. "Come on baby get hard for me." Sherri said feeling more turned on than she ever felt in her life. Rob was in shock at how eager almost possessed his Sherri was acting and could feel himself beginning to cum in such a short time as she eagerly began to jack him off looking at him what was an angelic innocent look in her eye. "Shit baby I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." Rob warned trying to pull away so he could have a chance to enter her. Getting up on her feet she pushed him roughly on the bed feeling an inner demon take hold of her as she straddled him feeling his half hard cock pressed against her sex. "I love you so much." Rob closed his eyes as he felt himself entering her pussy trying desperately to fight off the ebbing desire to cum to very little avail. Finally at the half way point he saw stars and began to cum in her trying to ignore her cry of frustrated dismay as he jerked away inside her all too tight folds. Sherri couldn't get past her rage and almost slapped her husband across the face. Instead she pushed off of him and rolled over to her side suddenly wanting to cry as she still was unable to cum with her husbands pathetic performance in bed. "I swear we really need to do something about this." Sherri muttered angrily feeling her teeth clench painfully. "You cum in what less than twenty seconds every single time." Rob's ears rang as he realized that his wife was truly pissed at him for his lack of stamina feeling as if she just slapped him across the face. "I love you and will try to look some things up in the local stores maybe they have something like viagra..." Rob stopped as he realized that his wife was already asleep. For a long moment he just laid there feeling himself start to doze off to sleep in dreams of her and Jerome dancing the night away. -End Of Chapter One- Jamaican Vacation Ch. 02 They made it to the hotel room smoothly, their clothes falling on the floor and their lips glued on each other like wild fire. Rob could scarcely believe it as his bride pulled away and proceeded to sexily strip in front of him. "Oh baby, please stop. You're going to make me cum in my pants." Rob said half jokingly, feeling himself harden instinctively. He was more excited than he had ever felt in his life. "Go ahead and take off your pants then, big boy." Sherri responded huskily, smoothly pulling her panties off and showing her smoothly shaved pussy. Rob reluctantly followed his new wife's directions, surprised at her commanding tone. He was hard as a rock, his thin six inch cock leaking pre-cum. His hairy but some what muscular legs looking almost comical in the fading light. "Well I see that my little one is nice and hard tonight." Sherri whispered hoarsely, squatting down on her knees and absently grabbed grabbing his penis in her hand with a teasing smile. Rob felt embarrassment color his cheeks as if he should be ashamed of himself for being hard. Not knowing what else to do, he simply stood there as his wife slowly jacked him off. She had this wicked look on her beautiful face that was rather enticing. "Why don't you cum for me little man." Sherri whispered, her hot breath brushing against his raging cock. Rob couldn't help himself as he stared at his wife in a new light. As he started to moan loudly in mock protest as he proceeded to cum all over his wife's face. He felt almost humiliated at her referencing his cock as "little man", but it was a nick name he admitted was humorously given and not meant to hurt his feelings. After all six inches was hardly small or at least some of the girlfriends he been with Sherri told him as such. Afterwards they lay in bed together: Rob blissfully spent, and Sherri wrapped into her own thoughts. She realized something vital happened tonight as she thought back upon the dance floor. One, that she had to avoid Jerome at all costs, for he was a serious threat to her happiness, and two, Rob was lacking in the bed department, being averagely endowed but thin, and unable to use his cock to boot. Surprise filled her as Rob proceeded to kiss her on the cheek. She was torn between shock and dismay when he rolled over to go to sleep. Rob, she knew, was very unwilling when it came to eating her pussy, but she thought he'd at least be willing to give it a try, given that she just gave him a hand job. Thoughts of Jerome flooded her mind as she thought about how hard he was against her, and wondered if he stuffed his pants, as she knew a lot of guys did to impress the ladies. Yet she also remembered how her girlfriends liked to talk about how hung black men were, especially Carrie, one of her closest friends. When she had mentioned how she was going to go to Jamaica for her honeymoon, Carrie laughingly told her to take note of the native men. It was something that Sheri, for her religious upbringing, found rather crude, but told Carrie that she'd keep that it in mind. Jerome was also a lot more gentlemanly, surprisingly so that she had saved her new husband from drowning. It was the dance that scared her, in a way. Yet at the same time, she couldn't resist the naughty thrill of it. How his coal black flesh rubbed against her body in a tantalizing manner. How he held her as if they were long lost lovers. It was when he was about to kiss her that she had to pull away for Rob's and her own sake. Yet she couldn't help but imagine him nude with his large, hard, black body, so much of a contrast when compared to her husbands soft and almost comically soft wimpy body. Closing her eyes, she pushed these dangerous thoughts away as she drifted off to sleep. * * * * "Honey, your you're not supposed to hit the ball so high!" Rob yelled out as he missed the volleyball for what had to be the fifth time in a row. He couldn't believe how off he felt today. and what was more And to make matters worse, a couple of people were watching their exchange and snickering, or at least he imagined they were. "I don't know man, it just looks like you don't know what the fuck your you're doing." A mean looking African American man hooted loudly, causing his buddies to laugh along with him. Flushing, he gave them a dark look before hitting the ball in which it bounced ineffectively against the netting. He could feel the flush deepening as several more people joined in the laughter. It was embarrassing to his male ego as he realized that his wife seemed to out perform him when it came to any of the physical stuff. "Looks to me that like white boys just can't play volleyball. Or at least weak impotent looking white boys like yourself." The mean looking black man continued as if to goad him into a fight. "Wonder if he can even fuck a woman right." Rob stopped paying attention to what his wife was doing, suddenly angered beyond anything he had ever felt before. So angry, that he didn't notice that his wife hitting the ball again. When he was half way down to confront the black man, the ball hit him on the side of the face causing him to cry out in surprise and fall on hot sand. Everyone laughed then. Sherri, suddenly filled with concern, ran towards her husband who looked at her with reproach as he got up on his feet. "Honey, are you okay? I'm so sorry!" Sherri cried, looking at her husband's face with loving concern, ignoring some of the laughing comments that the jerk was leveling at her husband. "Yeah, I'm fine." Rob muttered, brushing the sand off his ass as the couple proceeded to leave the volleyball court. "Hey, wait up for a minute!" A very familiar voice called out. They turned around simultaneously to see Jerome running towards them with a half smile on his thick lips. "Glad to find you guys enjoying your vacation so well." "I'm no athlete, but the weather is great." Rob said, absently rubbing the side of his face that the volleyball had hit. "Well we all have our strengths." Jerome said, giving him a good natured grin and putting him instantly at ease. "I guess I should know better than to challenge my wife to a volleyball match." Rob grinned, fighting down the insecurity that threatened to engulf him. Jerome laughed and said, "I seriously doubt I could beat her myself bro." All three of them laughed together. Sherri pushed the events that had happened earlier out of her mind, glad that at least her husband could admit that he wasn't every good at sports. "Would you like to come join us at the beach? We're going to just catch some sun before heading back in for the day." Sherri said. "Sure, why not." Jerome replied, casually tossing his towel behind him like luggage, unintentionally showing off his rippling muscles. In which Sherri promptly looked away. The sun was beating down rather heavily and Rob, still feeling the adrenaline pumping in his veins, laid down on the blanket and proceeded to put sun tan lotion on his skin when Sherri's voice rang out. "Hey Rob, could you put some of this lotion on my back?" Sherri's voice rang out. "Don't worry, I'll do it for you." Jerome replied, promptly taking the lotion from her and squirting some on his large, dark hands. Rob watched tongue tied as Jerome proceeded to rub the sun tan lotion on Rob's beautiful wife's back. The jealousy started coming back. "You've got very strong hands." Sherri said breathlessly, feeling horniness begin to take hold despite the fact that her husband was standing less than a foot away, or more likely because of this fact. "I work out almost every day." Jerome said casually, beginning to massage her her slim, womanly shoulders. "I can tell." Sherri said nervous laughter in her voice. Against her will, finding she found herself responding in a most pleasing way that she knew her husband wouldn't appreciate. "Excuse me." Rob broke in, his voice instantly breaking the mood. "If you don't mind, could I take it from here?" Jerome pulled away reluctantly and proceeded to lay down his towel and catch the sun, although he hardly needed it. He couldn't get past the attraction he felt towards this beautiful, pale skinned beauty, and wondered at the way this woman stirred arousal in him. He knew that she felt an attraction to him, but she was wrapped up into denying it, doubtlessly part of the reason being that she was newly married to Rob. As faithful as she was, she probably wasn't keen on cheating. Rob awkwardly applied the lotion on his wife's backside, noticing as he did that she wasn't responding in the way that she had responded to Jerome. This bothered him in more ways than one, but he continued to apply it the lotion till he felt that she was significantly sufficiently covered. "Thank you, sweetie." Sherri said gratefully. "You're welcome." Rob replied, awkwardly getting up and proceeding to apply the lotion on his own skin that which was already was starting to redden in the sun. Jerome was at ease with the environment his hard ebony skin reflecting the sun rays didn't even bother to ask him if he wanted any. He almost envied Jerome's comfortableness with this rather exotic weather, and wondered if his jealousy was due to the fact that this guy was so down right attractive. Rob doubted that his wife would cheat on him with this man, mainly because he was black and probably was broke as black people tended to be. Not to mention that his wife loved him as much as he loved her. He put his sunglasses on and laid gracelessly down and reflected on the day's events. It was a nice day, but what was some what embarrassing was the fact that his wife seemed to be in better physical shape than he himself was. Not to mention at the way Jerome saved him from drowning yesterday. "So where have you two come from?" Jerome's voice rang through the sleep like fog that was coming through over him. Deciding to test the waters, Rob decided to feigned sleep. "We came from Seattle. We're used to more of an urban environment, so we decided to give a more exotic location to try for our honeymoon." Sherri replied after a minute of silence, deciding that her husband must be sleeping because he didn't respond. "That seems to be a typical story. Young, yuppy couple, tired of the same old same old, wanting to try something new." Jerome said. "We've never been to any exotic locations or anything, and we really wanted to try something different than the normal routine we have on a day to day basis." Sherri replied. "Let me show ya something new." Jerome said casually, pulling his shorts to the side showing off his equipment. Sherri to gasped loudly in surprise. His cock stood proudly out, looking to be almost as big as her forearm and nearly as thick. His thick lips curved upward in a mocking smile and he asked, "What's the matter, never seen a cock before?" "No. I mean, I never seen one so big before." Sherri rasped, her throat feeling perched from lack of water, looking over at her husband, trying to see if he was really asleep behind those dark shades deciding that he would have reacted by now if he was awake. "Well maybe you should come over to my house for a try at a real cock." He replied smoothly, placing his shorts back in place and casually handing a card with his address and info to her. Deciding that the game was going to far, Rob moaned and acted as if he had just woken up. He pulled his sun glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "Hey, I think it's time to go back to the apartment. Don't want to catch too much sun if, you know what I mean." "Sure sweetie, let's go.," Shari replied, determined to avoid Jerome's smiling eyes. and She proceeded to roll up her towel and put their stuff back in the basket that they had brought with them. "See you later, Jerome." Rob said, followed by his wife. Jerome didn't reply. He just continued staring out at the sparkling ocean. * * * * "Honey, please, not right now." Shari said, pushing her husband away as he tried to get on top of her. "Why not?" Rob asked, rolling on his back while trying to hide his wounded pride to little avail. Sherri looked over at her husband. "I just don't feel like it, that's all. Maybe later. But for now, can we please just watch some tv and relaxe?" "Alright. I'm not going to force you if that's not what you want." Rob said, getting up and idly turning on the tv than before laying back down next to his beautiful wife. "Not like you'd know what to do with it if it hit you in the face." Sherri muttered under her breath, thinking back at to earlier today when Jerome flashed his huge cock and finding herself craving something that Rob did not have and felt ashamed as soon as she thought about that huge black cock waving freely about. As they sat watching tv, Jerome's offer seemed to haunt her till until that it was all that she could even think about. Deciding to force herself to forget about him, she sighed and resigned herself to watch the tv show Matlock her husbands snores dozing her from her reverie. It would be so easy to sneak out in the fading sunlight to Jerome's place and get a little taste of Jeromes his huge cock. She found herself getting out of bed and, with one look at her husband, started to get dressed. She put on her stockings, and a rather short, black dress that Rob loved to see her in, and matching black pumps that made her look a couple of inches taller. She didn't waste much time in making herself look pretty, lest she risk waking Rob. Needless to say, she was out the door in about fifteen minutes, her husbands snores fading as she shut the door. She decided to use her cell phone to call a cab while waiting outside, hoping that her husband didn't wander out to see what she was up to. If he did, she already had a story worked out in her mind about how she got anxious and decided to go to the local bar. A faded orange cab came out, its lights knifing through the darkness. She got in hurriedly. The driver was black as the ace of spades and had a pleasant enough of expression as she listed off the address that Jerome gave had given her. They drove out in the darkness, the guilt following her like some ghost in the night. * * * * Rob followed nervously over a mile behind so as his bride wouldn't notice. He didn't know why he was doing this to himself. After all, he did notice the exchange of numbers and how his Sherri got rather flustered when Jerome showed off his cock which towered above his own. It wasn't a stretch that he wasn't pleasing his wife in the way that she liked and this was something he took deep personal shame in for like most men he liked to think he had what it took to please her. After a little more than an hour of driving, he stopped the car near what looked to be a mansion. It was even bigger than the house that he had back in the states. He could feel his heart start to flutter nervously as his new wife, looking like some high priced prostitute, got out of the cab and looked around nervously before striding determinedly to the front door. Someone answered the door and she went inside. Rob waited a minute before getting out of his car and decided to go towards the front window, wanting to confront her now. But he loathed confrontation, especially against a man who looked as ripped as a body builder. "I'm glad you came." Jerome said, wearing little besides long black shorts and a wife beater. "You seemed like the faithful sort, and I can't say how happy I am that you aren't." "I thought about what you said, and to be honest, my husband has been pretty pathetic in the sack as of late." Sherri replied, trying not to openly admire Jerome's massive muscles, wishing that Rob looked so good. "I was hoping that you could give me a couple of pointers. No touching or anything, mind you, just some ideas of how to get my husband to please me." "So you want to try some of my black dick?" Jerome cracked laughingly. "Uh well I, I don't want to have sex or anything. But I'd like to at least get to know my husbands rescuer a little better." Sherri replied while taking a seat, showing as much leg as possible while she did. "Are you sure about that?" Jerome asked casually taking off his wife beater and throwing it on the faded oak table. Sherri, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, scooted further in the chair marveling at how ripped he was. "Hey, do you mind if you could you give me a drink or something?" She said, feeling sweat building up in the room. "It's rather hot in here." "Why not? Is a coke good enough?" Jerome asked. "Uh, sure." Jerome left the room feeling a sort of odd power over this woman. He knew he was getting real close to nailing this bitch's pussy and that she was starting to get into him. Instinctively, he knew that she had a thing for him. He knew when he was at the beach and he caught her about to swim. She looked at his cock bulging against his his shorts and proceeded to have a conversation about nothing in particular. Then her husband came running into the picture, distorting the mating game that he loved to attempt with the visiting white women. Now he had her all to himself with plenty of time to put the moves on without her idiotic husband to get in the way. The fact that this one was a newly wed made it all the hotter as far as he was concerned. Smiling, he grabbed the coke and a beer for himself. He walked back into the living room. She was sitting down with her pumps off her feet and had a vulnerable look on her innocent face. "So, are you in love with your new husband?" Jerome asked casually, handing the beer coke to her. "You always seem to out perform him at every turn when it comes to the sports department at least." Sherri blushed hotly at this statement, knowing it to be true. "I love him, but he does brag that he was great in sports. But after witnessing his performance, I seriously doubt that." "Well, you know what they say." Jerome replied, sitting smoothly down and opened his beer. "Some men simply aren't meant for sports, and those tend to be not be men at all." "Well I, uh, don't agree with that analogy." Sherri said as she opened her own coke and took a long sip from it. "Actually, I think your you're wrong, and that my husband's more of a man than you give him credit for." "Really? Is he as much of a man as say... this?" Jerome said, pulling down his shorts till his hard, huge, black cock bobbed up and down into view. Sherri could only stare in disbelief as she numbly set down her coke. She had never seen such a big cock before in her entire life. Of course it could be because most of her intimate time was spent with Rob and that he only sported six inches and was rather thin. She felt extremely hot all the sudden, but in a daze. "Oh my God, I've never seen something so big before!" Sherri exclaimed, feeling her face take on a comical look of surprise. "I mean, I saw it before, but not so up close and personal." "What's the matter? you You're acting like you've never seen a real man before." Jerome taunted, stroking his cock slightly, not in the least self conscious of his nudity. "You're just so big." She gushed, reaching instinctively towards his cock "You saw a little taste earlier." Jerome said with a smile, continuing to gently stroke his cock so pre-cum started to leak from its bulbous head. "Uh, Jerome, you're a really nice guy, and I do find you attractive, but I'm not about to cheat on my husband." Sherri said nervously, finding her eyes drawn to this huge snake, knowing that it had to at least as big as her forearm. Her hand still wanted to reach towards it. Rob stood outside in the bushes, watching with anxiety, not sure what is was causing him to just stand here idly while witnessing his bride getting seduced right in front of him. Maybe it was the fact that Jerome saved him from drowning was what stopped him, not to mention the fact that he had his doubts that his wife was completely satisfied with his performance. He could feel the breath being knocked out of him as his innocent bride reach out and grab the black snake with a lustful expression on her beautiful face. Jamaican Vacation Ch. 02 "My God, your big!" She whispered breathlessly for the hundredth time, already more than a little scared of it. "I thought only porn actors were this huge." "Nah, just us black men." Jerome said jokingly, causing Sherri to laugh nervously. "Most white boys are no where close to my size." Unconsciously she fit her hand around the base, wondering at the sheer girth of it. She couldn't even fit her whole hand around it. Curiously she moved her hand up and down, noticing as she did that it started to leak more pre-cum. "How many white boys are this fucking hung?" Jerome asked, amused by her expression. "Well, I've been with a couple of guys but none compared to this." Sherri cued giving the head a gentle kiss. Her admission a real shock to Rob for he thought he was her first or at least close enough to it. "My husband doesn't know though so don't tell him." Jerome grunted in pure and unadulterated pleasure as she slowly jerked him off. "Use your mouth baby. Don't be shy." Sherri, feeling a guilty pleasure, snuck her tongue out to taste some of his cum, feeling a thrill as she tasted the saltiness of it. With some encouragement, she eagerly got into the blow job, moving her mouth up and down with apparent abandon. Her eyes closed tightly in anticipation as she sucked on this huge, black poll, the taste of his pre-cum like some form of aphrodisiac that spurred her on. "Yeah, that's right. You must have done this before." Jerome groaned as he looked down at the beautiful bride as innocent as they came. The thought of fucking this bitch while her husband was sleeping away in a hotel room was too hot of an idea to resist. "No," Sherri said, pulling away momentary to catch her breath, feeling her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "I've only blown a couple of guys before my husband and him I hardly do at all with the exception of our anniversary. Mainly because he refuses to eat me out." "I bet." Jerome grunted. "Get back to work, beautiful." Sherri continued sucking on this beautiful, black cock, feeling some primal succubus awaken within and felt her pussy start to drip as arousal overcame all reasoning ability. Nothing felt better or more natural than to blow this black man who exerted so much confidence and power that Rob could never have in several lifetimes. Soon Jerome could feel the tingling sensation warning him that he was about to cum. Pleasure filled his entire being as he felt her delicious mouth suck on his huge cock. He eagerly pushed her mouth further down his cock till he was nearly balls deep, and spurted all his cum down her throat. "AHHHH!" He shouted as came for what felt like ten glorious minutes but in reality was a couple of seconds, feeling his ass clench. The windows shook slightly at his cry of delight. Sherri felt his seed fill her mouth and she gulped down every drop that he spilled. This was something she never did with Rob, and something she doubted she'd ever do with him or anyone again. The taste was powerful and disgusting. But despite this fact, she swallowed all his cum with the occasional gagging sounds. Finally, after it was done, she pulled away. The after taste of sperm was in her mouth as she clumsily stood up and brushed back her long brown hair. "I better get back to my husband." Sherri whispered haltingly, taking a couple of steps back, feeling a little sick in the stomach. Rob, alarmed, ran back to his apartment, feeling confused as he came to the realization that his just married wife actually gave this black man a blow job and how she swallowed every drop. He could feel the budding arousal shoot through his veins as he reflected on how beautiful she looked while blowing the brutish looking black man. He made it in to the honeymoon suite before Sherri. Taking off his clothes, he hurried under the sheets, feigning sleep. Twenty minutes past passed when before he heard the door slowly open. Sherri felt dirty as she entered the room, guilt assailing her as she looked over at her sleeping husband. Taking off her clothes, she slid smoothly under the covers, feeling the warmth of his body next to hers. Tears filling her eyes as she felt guilt begin to creep up. "I love you dear." Rob whispered hoarsely, kissing her lightly on the lips before rolling over to go to sleep, the aftertaste of Jeromes cum lightly in his mouth. -End Of Part Two-