Passion Island


CHAPTER ONE

This was going to be one great vacation. I had been working on it for over 
three months. I, by the way, am Ronald Wilson. My wife is Missy Wilson and 
this vacation was a combination of just a winter get away and anniversary of 
our marriage. Five wonderful years of wedded bliss. Actually that isn't 
entirely correct. The last six months wasn't all that great. Both of us were 
working hard at our careers and that was not leaving much time for good 
times.

Missy is a lawyer and she is on a fast track in her firm. I am co-owner of 
Wilson-Taylor Advertising. My partner and I have worked out asses off to 
make the company fly and now it was. Wilson-Taylor was flying very high. 
Robert Taylor and I started our company after a year of working for another 
ad agency. We had met in college and had been good friends every since. In 
fact it was Rob who was responsible for Missy and I getting together. Rob 
dated her a few times in college and when they didn't click I dated her. 
Missy and I clicked immediately. Right after graduation Missy and I tied the 
knot and Rob was my best man.

I'll try to describe Missy though it will not do her justice. She is a 
petite woman. Just a hair over five feet tall and built like a brick 
shithouse. Missy works out three time a week and she has kept her figure. In 
fact, she looks better now then she did in college. She is a natural blonde 
with big tits, that almost look too big for her size. She looks like a sweet 
little girl next door type. Many opposition lawyers have found out that she 
is anything but a sweet little girl in the courtroom where she has ripped 
many hotshot lawyers a new asshole. When we first got married, Missy was a 
little conservative then me when it came to sex. She wasn't very willing to 
try anything new. She has changed some over the years, but not enough for 
me. That was another reason for this get away. I wanted to get her alone and 
see if I could get her to loosen up some.

I worked the internet many long hours to come up with the perfect plan. I 
was near ready to give up and opt for the routine, Cancun or Honolulu or 
some place like that. I was sure I wanted some place warm. I dreamed of 
laying on a tropical beach while my friends and my partner were freezing. As 
I said, I was about to throw in the towel when I ran across Captain Arnie's 
web site. Captain Arnie advertised that he had the perfect tropical island 
paradise. We e-mailed back and forth for several days and he did describe 
the perfect spot for out vacation. Being in the ad game I didn't just take 
his word for it. I checked him out ten ways from Sunday. Everything I got 
indicated he was on the up and up so I sent him a hefty deposit. It took 
some doing, but Missy and I got our schedules worked out and the plans were 
solidified. We were going to our own tropical island. Just Missy, me, the 
sand, the surf, the sun and fourteen glorious days of love and lust.

We flew to Miami, connected with a charter plane to St. Croix. We got on an 
even smaller plane and flew to the Netherlands Antilles where we met Captain 
Arnie. The Captain was a big man with a big smile and a booming laugh. I 
would guess his age at about sixty or so. Real personable but his boat 
looked like shit. I don't know much about boating but I know a floating dump 
when I see one.

When I expressed my doubts about the sea worthiness of the boat, Captain 
Arnie laughed, "Hey man, she's a good boat. Don't let her appearance fool 
you. She's got just the right draft to work in close to these islands." He 
explained that he let his boat look like it did to fool the tax collectors. 
"These Dutch will rob a man blind if you let them," he said.

Still with some doubts we loaded our things on board. Arnie showed me the 
engine and it did look like it was in good shape as did the navigational 
equipment, so I figured I was wrong to doubt.

We left and went south toward the South American coast. I knew from the maps 
that Arnie had sent me that we were going to an island not far from 
Venezuela. In fact the islands were we were going are claimed by the 
Venezuelan government. I asked Captain Arnie about it.

"Hell man," he said with his booming laugh, "They claim everything around 
here. There are thousands of little islands scattered in this part of the 
Caribbean Sea. Almost every government in the fucking world claims them. 
Ain't nobody willing to fight too hard for them, though. Some of them ain't 
nothing but a pile of sand and a few trees. Now your island is the best of 
the bunch. Got fresh water, lots of palm trees and a great beach to lay on. 
I've fixed up the cabin and I've hauled in a picnic table and benches. I 
call the cabin a little grass shack but the palm fronds are just decoration. 
I tacked then over the weatherboard and roof for show. It's lasted through a 
couple hurricanes. You are going to fall in love with the place. I'm the 
only charter boat company that even knows about it. I kinda found it by 
accident."

"Have you been there lately?" I asked.

"Sure," he said grinning at me, "I was there day before yesterday. I took 
your food and supplied and unloaded them. You and your pretty little wife 
are all set up. I said there was fresh water but I wouldn't take a chance on 
drinking it. I took plenty of water and you ordered enough booze to float a 
battleship I cleaned your little grass shack for you. Hell man all you have 
to do is move right in and get to living or whatever you are going to go." 
He was eyeing Missy who had come up on deck wearing a tiny bikini. I 
couldn't fault him for that. She looked like a million dollars. Her huge 
boobs were just barely covered by the tiny top she wore. "Wow, man," he said 
still watching her. "That little girl is going to kill your ass. You sure 
you want to be alone with just her?"

I laughed, "I'm sure," I said. "And what a way to go, huh?"

"Yeah man," he said laughing, "That is the only way to go. You might as well 
go down and get a beer. Going to take us a couple more hours to get there."

I went down below and got Missy and I a couple of cold beers. "So what do 
you think so far?" I asked her handing her a beer.

"Wonderful," Missy replied. "I feel the pressures lifting off of me already. 
This is just great." We lay back and enjoyed the rest of the trip. It was a 
perfect day and I had to laugh to myself. When Rob took us to the airport it 
was eighteen degrees and the wind was blowing fifteen miler an hour. I only 
had on a pair of shorts and I was hot. What a wonderful life.

CHAPTER TWO day one

When our island came into view, Captain Arnie called us, "There it is folks. 
Your own island paradise." Sure enough there paradise was. Palm tress waving 
in the breeze, and a long wide beach with glistening white sand. "Now comes 
the tricky part," Arnie said. "Getting through the reef." He had explained 
how he had discovered a way in through the coral reef when we e-mailed each 
other. He had some skin divers as a charter several years earlier and they 
found a way through. Arnie had marked it on his charts and had used it 
several times over the years.

Captain Arnie got us through the reef and took us the rest of the way to 
shore in a zodiac which was a plastic rowboat except bigger. He made several 
more trips bringing us our stuff. On his last trip, he sat down on the beach 
with us. "A few words of warning," He said, "I'll leave you the zodiac in 
case you want to go exploring. If you don't feel comfortable, don't get too 
far out. You can see them breakers over there," he pointed. "I wouldn't go 
out beyond them That's the reef around the island and it keeps the big 
sharks out for the most part, but don't bet your ass on it. I've been around 
here for several years and I ain't never even seem any sign of humans around 
here but I can't guarantee it. " He got to his feet. "You can take me out to 
the boat and bring the zodiac back. I'll see you in a couple weeks. I got a 
charter down toward Aruba so if you need anything give me a yell on the 
shortwave."

Soon Missy and I were alone on the island. It was still early in the 
afternoon and I told Missy, "first rule of Passion Island is no clothes," I 
stripped off my shorts. Missy looked at me for a moment, then with a giggle 
took off the wisps of her bikini. We spent the rest of the afternoon setting 
up housekeeping. Arnie had furnished a bottled gas stove and there seemed to 
be plenty of food and we quickly discovered that Arnie's method of cooling 
beer worked well enough. He had hung up a wet heavy cloth bag in the limb of 
a tree and the breeze kept the beer in it cool. Not ice cold like I like it 
but cool enough to drink. I was sitting on a camp stool watching a naked 
Missy putter around. Missy is very watchable.

"You know what I'd like," I said to her.

"Not a clue," she replied. "what?"

"I'd like to eat your pussy," I said.

Without any hesitation she was in my lap. "Then get to eating, my friend," 
she said giggling. "Nothing or nobody is stopping you." That is one thing 
Missy really likes. unhappily for me, she's one way about it.

We went at it like rabbits the rest of the day and into the night. Later we 
way, naked on the beach, drinking wine and watched the moon come up. It was 
larger then I had ever seen it. This was really paradise.

CHAPTER THREE day two

I woke up with the bright sun streaming in the open doorway to the shack. 
Missy wasn't any where to be seen. I got up and grabbed a banana and went 
out into the bright sunlight. I saw Missy coming back from the beach.

"About time you got up," she called. "The boat is missing."

"What do you mean, missing?" I asked.

"Gone, not here, out of sight," she said. "Get it now?"

We spent an hour looking for the boat, without see it. I had pulled it way 
up on the beach and had tied it to a stake someone had driven in the sand. I 
was mad but not too worried about it. It wasn't as if we needed the boat.

We lay down on the beach to rest after our search. "I could use a beer," 
Missy said.

"Yeah me too," I said. "When you get yours, get me one and a sandwich to go 
with it."

She complained that I was being unfair, but not too much. I told her I'd 
save her spot for her. She gave me the finger as she made her way from the 
beach.

I lay there watching the waves and tried to figure out what had happened to 
the damned boat. I'm not sure how long I lay there but when my stomach 
growled I realized that Missy had been gone for a long time. I got up and 
went to the shack.

"Hey what's keeping..." I stopped in mid-sentence. Missy was laying on the 
sleeping bags but she wasn't alone. A very large black man was with her. He 
had one hand on her breast and the other was working on her pussy. Missy was 
wide eyed with fear.

"What the hell is going on?" I said and took a step forward.

"Now just hold on a minute," A voice behind me said. I felt cold steel 
against my throat. I carefully turned my head to see who was talking. It was 
a short, scruffy man and he had a wicked looking knife to my throat. "You 
stay calm and I won't have to cut you," the scruffy white man said. My heart 
was racing a mile a minute but I managed to speak without showing the fear I 
felt.

"Leave my wife alone!" I yelled, looking back at the big man with Missy.

"Easy pal," scruffy said. "He ain't going to hurt her none. Besides she 
looks like she can take a lot of fuckin'."

I glanced to where I had left the shortwave radio. It was in several pieces. 
I looked back at Missy with a feeling of total helplessness. The big man was 
kissing and biting her nipples. With one huge hand he had pushed her boobs 
together so that he could bite both nipples at the same time. His fingers 
were still buried in her pussy. I was only vaguely aware that there were 
other people in the room. I looked around and saw that there were a total of 
four inside and at least two outside of the shack. They were a mixed looking 
lot. Two other black men besides the one messing with Missy, a white man 
with the knife and the others were dark skinned. I figured them for 
Hispanics of some type.

"Hey boss," one of the men said. "Mateo ain't goina fuck that woman first is 
he? He'll stretch her for sure. You know how he is."

"Yeah I know," the scruffy one answered. "He ain't doin' nothing but warming 
her up for the rest of us. He knows the drill. You men tie this jasper up to 
that tree over there."

Two men grabbed me and tied me to the same tree our beer hung from. They 
made me sit down and tied me from behind. The bastards didn't seem to notice 
that I struggled.

"I'm Carl," the man said squatting down beside me. "I'm the boss of this 
bunch of riff raff. Don't give me any trouble and you'll get out of this 
with a whole hide. If you give me any trouble I'll make you crab food. You 
got it?" I nodded. I couldn't work up enough spit to talk.

"Good," he said. "We got to stay here a few days then we'll be out of your 
hair. Now I got to tell you this. That little gal is going to get fucked. 
Ain't no way I could hold them back if I wanted to. Which I don't. Fact of 
the matter is, I'm looking forward to some of that myself. You can fight it 
and get dead or you can accept it and be okay. Either way don't much matter 
to me." He stared at me for a while then yelled, "Mateo, bring that gal out 
here."

The big man half carried Missy out of the shack. Her boobs were red where he 
had mauled them.

One of the other men went inside and returned with one of our sleeping bags. 
He unzipped it and spread it on the ground in front of the shack. I had a 
cold sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. They were going to rape my 
wife and I was helpless to do anything about it.

"I forget," Carl said. "Who's time is it to be first? Yeah I guess it's you 
Ike." The man he identified as Ike had already dropped his shorts and stood 
naked beside Missy. She looked at me and back at Ike. He was becoming erect 
and his dick was larger then mine by several inches. Her eyes grew even 
wider when she saw it. The big black man they called Mateo pushed her down 
onto the sleeping bag.

Carl went over to where she knelt, "Now look here, Missy. That's your name 
ain't it?" she nodded, "Yeah," Carl said reaching out and began to fondle 
her breast. "This can go hard or it can go easy. All up to you. You do what 
your told to do and it'll be easy. Give me any shit and it'll be hard." He 
emphasized his words by giving her nipple a hard squeeze, causing her to 
yell. "Now the fact of the matter is we all are going to fuck you. Get that 
through your head. Me and these men don't get to see much white pussy so we 
kind of consider you a treat. What do you think about that?"

When Missy didn't answer he smacked her across her face knocking her back on 
the sleeping bag. "I asked you a question," Carl said. "What do you think 
about that? All of us fucking your cunt?"

"I suppose I can't do anything to stop you," Missy said in a small voice.

"Now that's right," Carl said. "Ike here is going to be the first to fuck 
you. We'll take turns at first and Mateo will be the last to have a turn. 
You know why? Show her Mateo."

The big man dropped his shorts and displayed a giant cock. It hung nearly to 
his knees and was bigger around then a beer can. The purple looking head was 
like a dark mushroom on the end of his cock. It looked like a cobra with 
it's hood flared. Missy looked like she was going to faint.

"Now after everybody has had a turn at your cunt we'll just play it by ear 
from then on." Carl took hold of one of Missy's breast and stroked it, his 
fingers coming to a rest on her nipple . "You ever get ass fucked, Missy?" 
When Missy hesitated he squeezed her nipple some.

"Yes a few times," Missy said hurriedly. Well that was news to me. She had 
never let me do her ass.

"Did you like it?" Carl asked keeping his fingers on her nipple.

"No, not very much," Missy answered.

"Well you'll get so you like it well enough," Carl said with an evil grin. 
"Ever had two men at once?" Missy, to my surprise, nodded. That was news, 
too.

"You and hubby and who else?" Carl asked, glancing at me. "Oh I see the 
surprise on hubby's face," he said laughing, "So who was it then?"

"A man I dated in college and a friend of his," Missy answered, her voice so 
low I could barely hear her. Ike, apparently tired of waiting had got down 
beside her and was feeling her other breast.

"Ah, I see," Carl said grinning at me. "Did you like it?"

"I guess," Missy said. She was squirming around as the two men played with 
her tits.

"Did they fuck your cunt and ass at the same time?" Carl said.

Missy shook her head, "No."

"Tell me what they did," Carl insisted.

"One did me," Missy stammered. "I sucked the other one."

"Oh ," Carl said. He reached over and played with her pussy. "One did you? 
Do you mean one fucked you and you gave the other one a blow-job?" Missy 
nodded her head.

"Say it," Carl snapped.

"One fucked me and I gave the other a blow-job," Missy said her voice 
breaking. I didn't know if was the fear or that she was getting excited 
being felt up. I was trying to figure out who it could have been. We had 
started dating right after she and Rob broke up and I didn't know she had 
dated anybody else.

"Well speaking of blow-jobs I think Ol' Ike need one right now. Ain't that 
right Ike?" Ike just grinned and stuck his black cock to her lips. "Get to 
suckin', bitch," Carl snapped.

Missy opened her mouth and accepted the cock. She had to raise her head to 
get him into her mouth and Ike put his hand under her heads to support it.

Carl stepped back and watched as Missy sucked the black man's dick. One of 
the others, Pedro, I later found out, knelt down and began to play with 
Missy boobs.

Carl came over to where I sat, bound and helpless. He squatted down beside 
me. "So how you doin'?" he asked. "Oh yeah," he said grinning at me. "Not 
all that good, huh? Well son, I'll say this for you your little gal is one 
hot momma. Yes sir, you got a hot one on your hands for sure."

I didn't see any need to comment so I didn't. I didn't want to watch what 
they were doing to Missy but for some perverse reason I couldn't take my 
eyes off the depraved scene.

"Them ropes getting a mite uncomfortable, sport?" Carl asked me. I nodded. 
"Well sir I would cut you loose but you look like a man who would rush over 
there and try to defend your wife. Then Mateo and the boys would beat the 
living shit out of you...or worse. Maybe even kill your ass." Carl spat out 
a toothpick he had been chewing on. He looked over at the three people on 
the sleeping bag. Ike was now positioning himself to penetrate my beautiful 
wife. "well you think on it and let me know if you would give me your word 
not to make them boys hurt you. Don't make me much difference either way."

He drifted back to the group and my eyes went back to the rape of my wife. 
The black man was taking his time by rubbing his cock up and down Missy's 
slit. I wanted to yell or cry but I did neither. I watched and the cold hard 
ball in my stomach got bigger. Suddenly the man hunched forward causing his 
rod to go deep into Missy. She cried out and he withdrew and shoved it back 
in, this time going all the way into her defenseless pussy. He did this over 
and over and I tried to take my eyes away from the rape of my little wife 
but I couldn't.

I'm not exactly sure of when it stopped being a rape. It suddenly seemed 
that Missy had become a willing participant in the act. Her hand were 
pulling on the man's hips and she was rising to meet his thrusts. I couldn't 
hear what she was saying but it certainly seemed that she was urging him on. 
Missy started getting louder as the man pumped her. She was always a vocal 
sex partner. Ike speeded up and suddenly he gave out with a groan and empted 
his seed into my wife.

When Ike rolled off another man took his place and fucked her. He was 
followed in turn by all the rest until it was Carl's turn. He looked over at 
me and grinned as he rammed his dick into my wife. When he finished it was 
the one they called Mateo's turn. Mateo stood looking down at Missy who lay 
as if dead except for her very deep breathing. Her eyes were closed and her 
hands were slowly rubbing her stomach and thighs.


"Open your eyes, cunt," Mateo said loudly. He had a thick island accent . I 
saw Missy slowly open her eyes and look up at the giant. "Look what I have 
for you." he said while slowly stroking his giant cock. "You ready for a 
real man's cock, little one?"

I couldn't believe my eyes. Missy was reaching up toward the man and she had 
a smile on her face. My sexually repressed wife of five years was actually 
reaching out to a stranger...A black stranger. I guess it was then that I 
realized that I was hard. My cock was standing up looking at the sky and by 
balls were in agony.

Mateo pulled Missy up to her knees, "Suck me slut," he said his voice harsh. 
Missy reached out and took the big man's enormous cock and licked first one 
side and then the other and then took the head into her mouth.

"That is a first rate fucker you got there Ronnie," Carl said. He was 
standing beside me. I had been so focused on Missy and Mateo I hadn't seen 
him approach. "That's as good of pussy as I had in a long time. Of course I 
had to figure that being fifth took some of the shine off. Your hands 
hurtin', son? Just tell me that you won't jump up and run over there and get 
killed and I'll let you go. Hell if you behave I may even let Missy take 
care of that boner you're sporting."

It was killing me that I was tied to a damned tree while my wife got fucked 
by a bunch of men and I was as hard as I had ever been. But the simple truth 
was, my hands were throbbing almost as much as my cock was. I nodded and 
Carl went back to the shack and got his big knife. He cut my hands loose and 
I stayed seated on the sand until the blood began to circulate again. Missy 
was still sucking the black giant.

As I slowly got to my feet, Mateo pushed her head away from his cock and lay 
down on the sleeping bag. He held his huge cock up and said, "Get on, bitch, 
and fuck yourself with my cock."

"Come on over here where we can see better, Ronnie," Carl said. "This ought 
to be good." I followed him and we joined the circle of men watching. Missy 
stood and stepped over the prone gigantic man until she stood with one leg 
on ether side of him.

CHAPTER FOUR

Missy slowly lowered herself down toward the shiny black cock It seemed to 
me that she was moving in slow motion, but probably it was just an illusion. 
When she felt the head of that massive rod touch her she stopped. Mateo 
reached up and took both nipples in his fingers and tugged, pulling her 
downward. Missy took a deep breath and eased down onto the head of Mateo's 
cock. She paused, wiggled around and continued her downward movement.

"Man, ain't no way she could take that dick if I hadn't open her up," Ike 
said watching as Missy eased down on the massive cock. His comment was 
answered by a chorus of ribald chatter. Most of the men seemed to think it 
was them that had paved the way for Mateo.

"Hey Carl," the one they called Bird said. "Who's going to be first in her 
ass?"

"I guess it should be needle dick," Carl answered with a laugh. He was 
pointing to the one they called Pedro. Pedro just grinned and stroked his 
dick. He wasn't what I would call needle dick because he was at least as big 
as I am. I'm about average I guess, with five and a half inches. I felt much 
larger then that right at the moment. Missy had about two thirds of Mateo's 
cock in her. She had put her hands on his massive shoulders to steady 
herself and was rocking back and forth. Her eyes were closed and she had an 
expression on her face that I had never seen before. It was what I would 
describe as ecstasy or bliss or something like that.

Missy was moaning softly as she worked the rest of that cock into her. Mateo 
reached around her and put his big hands on her hips and jerked her down. 
Missy screamed as she fell the rest of the way onto his cock. She screamed 
and just kept on screaming for several moments. She had her eyes wide open 
and they looked wild.. "Oh my God, oh my God." she kept repeating over and 
over.

After a couple of minutes of just resting there fully impaled, Missy started 
to move ever so slightly. A gentle rocking at first then she got a little 
more active. She rose up a few inched and back down. She did it again only a 
bit higher. Each time she went higher until finally she was riding the full 
length of the man. She was jabbering but damned if I could make out any real 
words. My cock was now aching. I wanted to jack off to ease the pain but I 
was afraid to even touch it.

"That's good, cunt, "Mateo said his voice even huskier then it had been. 
"Fuck my cock you worthless piece of shit, you fuckin' whore, you slut." He 
kept a running nasty dialog going as Missy bounced up and down on him. I 
don't know if Missy even heard him or not or if it was exciting her even 
more because she was fucking him hard now. She was having one climax right 
after another. She was cursing, crying, moaning and laughing all at the same 
time. I didn't even recognize my wife. It was like she was taken over by 
someone or something else.

Suddenly she stopped and lay still on the man and I could see Mateo's balls 
jerking twitching and I knew he was filling her with his sperm. Missy was 
sobbing and her breathing was coming in great heaves. They lay there still 
for a few minutes and then Mateo, without withdrawing, rolled her over. 
Missy opened her legs wide to accommodate his girth.

"Oh God, no more," Missy whimpered, "Please no more."

"Hell, you stinkin' whore," Mateo said laughing. "We just getting started." 
He started pumping. I stepped back so that I could see between their legs. 
Great gobs of cum were leaking out around his immense cock and when he 
withdrew it looked like Missy's pussy was being turned inside out.

I think Missy passed out after about thirty minutes of his fucking her. That 
didn't seem to matter to Mateo as he just kept fucking her anyway. After 
another half hour or more, Mateo finally finished. He pulled his softened 
cock out of her and it made a sucking sound. Mateo got to his feet and 
deftly caught a can of beer someone tossed him. He had a look of complete 
satisfaction on his shiny black face.

I stared at Missy. She lay still her legs sprawled open and cum leaked out 
of her red and swollen pussy. I could see up into her body through the 
opening that had not closed. Her eyes were closed tight and her breathing 
seemed labored.

"Hey Ronnie," Carl said coming up beside me. "Let's take her down to the 
beach and you can wash her off. I suspect she could do with a rest, don't 
you?" Between the two of us we managed to half carry, half drag Missy to the 
water's edge.

"You let her soak for a while," Carl said. "I guess she a mite tuckered out. 
She had a lot of fuckin' and there's more to come. Now Ronnie don't you be 
getting' no ideas. You got no place to go and no way to get there. Ain't no 
place on this island that you can hide that we couldn't find you in less 
then a hour. You don't want us havin' to look for you." He left us there and 
he was laughing as he went up the dunes away from us.

I managed to wash the sperm and sweat from Missy's body. The cool water 
seemed to revive her some. After a half hour of me washing and stroking her, 
she still had not said one word. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say 
anything.

We were sitting in the surf and it was only a foot or so deep, but as the 
tide came in it got deeper. I encouraged Missy and we stumbled out of the 
water and up onto the sandy beach. She lay down and I sat beside her. Soon 
she was sound asleep. I guess I must have doze too. I awoke with a start. I 
had felt Missy moving.

"You okay?" I asked. She was sitting up, her legs spread and was looking at 
her pussy. She didn't say anything, just kept staring at herself. "Talk to 
me Honey," I said patting her arm.

"What?" she said. "I'm sorry what did you say?"

"I asked if you were alright," I said.

"I guess," she muttered. "I though I was dreaming." She looked back at her 
red and swollen pussy. "Wasn't a dream, I guess."

"No, not a dream," I said. A fucking nightmare I thought, but not a dream 
for sure.

"You kids hungry?" Carl asked coming from behind us. I jerked but Missy 
didn't seemed to notice. Carl had a plate with some sandwiches and he 
carried two cans of beer.

"Yes," Missy said. "I'm starved."

"I thought you might be," Carl said standing beside Missy. "Suck my dick and 
I'll let you have these sandwiches."

To my shock and surprise Missy sat up on her knees and took Carl's soft dick 
in her hand. She jacked it a few time and then shoved it in her mouth and 
suckled like a starving baby. This was my wife who hardly ever gave me oral 
sex? I was learning a lot about my wife. It didn't take very long for Carl 
to cum. Missy spit it out onto the sand.

"Now that was a mighty fine blow job, Missy," Carl said handing me the plate 
and the beer. "Don't do that again. Don't you ever spit our cum out. You 
swallow it like a good little whore."

Missy just nodded and reached and grabbed a sandwich off of the plate. After 
Carl left us and we had consumed the food and drunk the beer Missy lay back 
on the warm sand and said in a lazy tone of voice, "So how much is all this 
costing us?"

"The vacation?" I said. "I told you about five thousand."

"No I mean all this extra...these men. What is it costing us?"

I didn't understand what she was asking. Did she think I had planned all 
this? I was trying to formulate a response when she said, "Doesn't make any 
difference, I guess." She rolled over and took my dick in her hand. "Damned 
well worth whatever it was. I'll tell you this though," she said jacking my 
cock back to life. "Scared the hell out of me at first. I thought it was the 
real thing."

I was floored. I didn't know what to say. The fact that she was sucking my 
hard cock may have had something to do with my inability to speak. I lay 
back and she leaned over me and sucked me with a passion she had never 
showed before. I could feel the pent up cum starting to rise and I told her 
that I was about to come like I always had done. Missy just grunted and kept 
sucking until I had spent in her mouth. She swallowed my sperm and smiled at 
me. "Thank you, my darling husband. This is the best vacation ever."

CHAPTER FIVE

We lay there on the beach for a while longer. The sun was beginning to go 
down when Carl came can yelled for us to come.

The men had build a roaring fire just outside of our shack and in the 
dancing light I saw the men waiting for us. Well, waiting for Missy really. 
I doubt they gave me much thought at all.

"Hey Missy," Carl said. "Come over here and let me wash that sand off you. 
Take it from me you don't want no sand in your cunt when your fuckin'. As 
bad as sandpaper, I tell you."

With a squeeze of my hand, Missy left me and went to where Carl and Romero 
waited with one of the water containers. I found a comfortable spot and 
watched as the two men washed my wife in her most intimate places. They used 
something that looked like a turkey baster to clean her pussy . I wondered 
where they had gotten that apparatus. I also noticed that there was a big 
pile of empty beer cans. A lot more then we had brought to the island. I 
concluded that they had some supplies somewhere and apparently intended on 
cooking a turkey. Missy was giggling a lot while they cleaned the sand off 
of her and out of her.

"That ought to do it," Carl told Missy. "Go on over there to them sleeping 
bags and sit down." I noticed that someone had zipped our two bags together 
over near the fire.

Missy went over and sat down and she was quickly joined by Ike and the one 
they called Bird. The two men didn't waste any time. Bird started to fondle 
her tits and while he did that he planted a kiss on Missy's lips and Ike 
dove down between her legs and started to eat her pussy. I watched the two 
men sexing up my wife and again felt the mixed emotions welling up inside 
me. It was obvious that Missy was enjoying the attention she was getting.

"How's it going sport?" Carl asked as he sat down beside me, handing me a 
beer. It was cold. These bastards had ice somewhere close by.

"I don't know how to answer that," I said. "How would you expect me to be? 
How long does this go on?"

"Well I figure the boys should be done with her in four or five hours. Then 
maybe not. Never know about these things. She's really getting into it now 
so it might take a while longer. Could go on all night." Ike had stopped 
eating her and was fucking her while she sucked Bird. "One time a couple 
years back we had this old white woman and she damned near fucked all of to 
death. Only time I ever saw Mateo give up on pussy. That old bitch could not 
get enough."

"That's not what I meant," I said. "How long before you go away and leave us 
alone?"

"Hell boy," he said laughing, "Don't tell me your already tired of our 
company. Bet your wife ain't. Look at her go."

I was looking. Missy was now on top of Ike and still sucking Bird. She was 
fucking like there was no tomorrow. One of the other men, Romero, had joined 
them and was sucking her tits.

"Want another beer?" Carl asked. "You might as well. Your wife's busy and 
apt to be that way for a while. Don't worry we got plenty." He went over to 
a giant cooler and took a couple cans of beer out and brought me one. "Here 
you go sport. Going to be ass bustin' time soon. I see Pedro is oiling his 
dick up."

Missy had been moved to a doggy position and Ike was pounding her from 
behind. Missy was sucking Romero's cock. I heard Ike yell out that he was 
cumming. He was soon replaced by Pedro who stuck his cock in Missy's pussy 
and gave her a couple thrusts. I saw that he had a tube of something. 
Lubricant I hoped. After he dosed her ass with it he put his cock to her 
tight ass and pushed. Missy stopped sucking Romero and was yelling for Pedro 
to stop.

"You're splitting me, dammit! Stop! stop...oh shit!" Pedro was in. He had 
the decency to wait a moment until she could adjust to his cock and then he 
started hunching her. Missy wasn't blowing Romero but she was holding on to 
his cock for all she was worth. From the look on Romero's face it didn't 
feel too good.

Pedro fucked Missy's ass and then Romero, who had gotten loose from her 
death grip, took her second. They took turns with her ass for a while. All 
except Mateo who just watched with an amused expression on his face. Carl, 
who had just finished his turn came over. "You want a turn, boy?" he asked. 
"Mighty good piece of ass."

I started to decline when I thought, why not? Hell I didn't want to die 
knowing that other men had fucked her ass and I hadn't. It had crossed my 
mind that these men just may kill us before they left.

I went over to where she was. Ike was just finishing up. "All yours," he 
said getting to his feet. I noticed that there was a lot of sperm dribbling 
out of her butt hole. I knelt down and leaned over her. "Mind if I have a 
turn?" I said to her.

"No, sweetie," she said. "But I really want a peter in my pussy so hurry up 
and get through."

I don't know why that pissed me off but it did. I slammed my cock into her 
ass with all the force I could muster. All that effort got me was a soft 
grunt from Missy. She was very loose but I guess after five pretty big cocks 
it would be loose. It didn't take me very long and I added my cum to the 
lot.

A couple of the men helped Missy clean up and soon she was back on the 
sleeping bags. "I'm ready," Missy announced. I just shook my head. Who was 
this brazen slut that looked like my wife?

"Come over here," Bird said to her. He was sitting on one of the picnic 
benches. He, or someone, had folded a blanked and he was sitting on it. "You 
want me to eat your cunt?"

"Oh yes, please," my wife said. He got up and she lay down on the bench. 
Bird got down on her in nothing flat. It didn't take long before she was 
cooing and hunching back at his face. Like I said that is one thing she 
really loves. Her head was laying back at the end of the bench and Pedro 
went over and bounced his cock against her lips. Missy opened her eyes and 
mouth at the same time. This rough lot had her trained in just a few hours. 
Training that I had not been able to accomplish in five years. Something to 
think about.

Bird lay back on the bench, "Hey cunt," he said. "You get up here on me.." 
Missy hastily complied with his demand. She quickly got his cock in her and 
started ridding it. After a few minutes Bird called, "Who's up?"

"Me," Ike said. He straddled the bench coming up behind Missy and eased his 
cock into her puckered asshole.

"Oh God!" Missy yelled. "Oh shit! Yeah, do it. Oh fuck that's good, Give it 
to me!" They did. The doubled her for a long time and when they were 
finished two more took their place.

For the next two hours Missy didn't have a single minute when she didn't 
have at least one cock in her. I dozed off as some point. I don't know what 
woke me up but when I did I saw that Missy was being fucked hard by Mateo. 
They had moved to the picnic table. Missy was moaning and grunting at his 
every thrust. I looked around and the rest of the group was sleeping. In the 
light of the dieing fire, I watched Missy ravish herself on Mateo's hard 
black cock for a while and then I dozed off again.

CHAPTER SIX day three

When I woke up again it was daylight and I smelled coffee. I got to my feet 
and looked around. Most of the men were still asleep. Carl was standing by 
the gas cook stove watching the coffee perk. Mateo was laying on his back on 
the sleeping bags. Missy was laying on top of him. Both were sound asleep, 
his cock still in her pussy.

"That's a sight ain't it," Carl said grinning at me. "Coffee is 'bout done. 
Get yourself a cup."

I went over and he poured me a cup. "Ol' Mateo ain't much to look at, but 
the black bastard has stayin' power. That black snake he carriers don't ever 
get soft like a human's cock should. I think they went at it all night." 
When I didn't comment he went on. "That woman is one fucking machine. She 
wore the others out before midnight. That's when Mateo took over." He 
grinned at me again, "So what are you going to do when you get home?"

"I don't know what you mean," I said. The coffee was delicious. I couldn't 
remember when I had last enjoyed perked coffee. "What do you mean?"

"Now boy you got to be realistic 'bout these things. There ain't no way on 
God's earth that one man is going to ever satisfy her after this. That 
little gal is going to get more fucking here in just a few days then most 
women get in a lifetime. You ain't silly enough to think you and your cock 
is going to keep her happy are you? No sir she's getting used to cock and 
lots of it. You better be thinkin' on that." He looked past me and said with 
a laugh, " Look at that."

I turned to see what he was looking at. Mateo was awake and hunching his 
hips. I went back over to where they lay. Missy's eyes were still closed but 
she had a smile on her face. She was awake or nearly so. She started to move 
with Mateo. Soon she was sitting up on him sliding up and down on his cock. 
I was immediately hard and I moved closer and stood where she could reach 
me.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Good morning honey," she said, slightly 
breathlessly. "come closer." I did and she took me in her mouth and quickly 
adjusted her movements so that she could suck me and fuck Mateo at the same 
time.

I had this silly thought. Getting a blowjob, first thing in the morning and 
having a cup of fresh brewed coffee at the same time is really the only way 
to start the day.

Carl fixed breakfast for the crew. While he expertly fixed the meal, Missy 
and Mateo screwed. Carl was right, Mateo wasn't much to look at, but the son 
of a bitch could fuck.

When Missy and Mateo finally got through with the early morning fuck-a-thon, 
and breakfast was over we all went down to the beach for a swim. Carl stayed 
behind to clean up. I had to wonder what a visitor would think about five 
naked men and one naked woman frolicking in the surf.

Missy and some of the men were diving into the waves while Mateo and I lay 
on the sand a few feet apart. I was working on my tan, but I don't know what 
Mateo was doing, because he was as black as any man I had ever seen.

"Hey man," Mateo said after we had been sunning a while. "Your woman is 
good."

"Ah...well thanks," I said.

"I mean it man," he said with his heavy accent. "Best fuck I ever had. Lot 
of women run when they see my cock. I could make a lot of dollars if I had 
her in some big town. Lot of men would pay lots to fuck her."

What the hell do you say to someone who just told you that your wife was the 
"best fuck he ever had"? I just grunted and hoped it would do.

"Hey you lazy bones," Missy said. She was stand over me and dripping water 
on me, "This all you are going to do all day?"

"Not a bad way to spend your vacation," I answered. "Mateo and I were just 
discussing what a great fuck you are."

"Oh really," Missy said with a giggle. "Thank you kind sirs." She sat down 
on my stomach and leaned down and gave me a sloppy kiss. "Your are getting 
kind of left out aren't you?"

"No," I said after giving it some thought. "Not really. I kind of like 
watching you have a good time." I was a bit surprised to find I was telling 
the truth. I had decided not to tell her that I had not arranged this. If 
she knew the truth she would just be afraid and what was going to happen was 
going to happen anyway. "You are having a good time aren't you?"

"Oh yes," she said, "I'm discovering some things about myself I wasn't aware 
of."

"Like what?"

"That I like sex," she said seriously. "I thought I was supposed to so I 
tried, but frankly I could take it or leave it."

"And now you would rather take it?" I said teasing her nipple.

"Damn straight," She said, raising up so that I rising cock could fit into 
her. "Anytime or anyplace. Ahh that feels good." she added as she settled 
down on my dick. "Am I too loose now? I was wondering if I had been 
stretched out of shape by Mateo."

"No, not that I can tell. Feels pretty good to me." I answered truthfully. 
Her pussy didn't seems too loose. Usually she was tight but that was mostly 
from inactivity and now I slipped right into the velvet glove.

Missy bounced on me for a while then suddenly stopped. "I see what Carl was 
talking about," she said. "Sand and fucking do not go together." She raised 
up off of me. "Come on, lets wash this sand off and finish this. I was just 
getting started." She helped me up. "Come on guys," she yelled. "Lets wash 
off and par-tee."

"Hey, let's go to the pool," Ike said.

"What Pool?" I asked.

Ike told us about a small waterfall and deep freshwater pool inland a little 
way. I wondered why Captain Artie hadn't mentioned it. We followed him for 
about half a mile and sure enough there was a waterfall and a pool. It 
wasn't very large but it was nice and the water cool and fresh.

We splashed around for a while and I looked up to see a very nude Missy 
sitting under the small cascade of water coming off the rocks. She looked 
like a goddess. "Somebody should be fucking me," she said to the group. 
Looking like a goddess and sounding like a whore. Hell, I can live with 
that.

"I want to try something," Missy announced. We were laying in the sandy 
shore of the pool. "I want all of you at one time." Missy took over and 
arranged us as she wanted. I lay down on my back. Missy mounted me. Ike and 
Bird lay beside me where she could reach their cocks. Pedro took her ass and 
Mateo knelt in front so she could blow him. And so we went at it. Bird and 
Ike complained that Missy forgot to move her hands, and Mateo said would 
forget to suck, but Pedro and I didn't complain at all. After a few minutes 
of that arrangement Missy called a switch, so we did. In fact we switched a 
couple of times and things were going good until it came Mateo's time at her 
ass. That didn't work so we finished that session. Everybody came at least 
once. Missy came a bunch of times. We were having such a good time I almost 
forgot to remember that we were captives. These guys were friendly and a 
happy go lucky bunch for kidnappers and rapists.

When we all got back to the shack Fred had lunch ready for us. That was 
something else strange. Fred, the leader of a cut-throat band of villains, 
acted like a cruise director. Well when he wasn't threaten me with a knife.

"You guys have a good time?" Carl asked cheerfully. "Get us some beers out 
of the cooler, Ronnie," he said. I hated being called Ronnie, but it didn't 
seem worth it to make an issue. I went to the cooler and saw that it was 
full of beer and ice. Last night when I had gotten a beer out of the cooler 
it was mostly just water and there were only a couple cans of beer left. 
More strange shit to ponder. Where on earth were they getting ice?

Lunch was boiled shrimp and home-fries and a nice salad. Everybody ate with 
gusto and there was more than enough for everybody to eat their fill and 
then some. Since we didn't have any of that as our food supply, I assumed 
that it had come from the same place the ice and the beer had.

I made me a nest under the shade of a tree and lay back to let my meal 
digest. I love shrimp almost as much as I love lobster. I wondered if that 
was for dinner.

Missy came over and lay down and put her head on my lap. "Did you get enough 
to eat, Ron?' she asked me.

"Oh hell yes," I said, "Be careful where you put your head. My stomach is 
stuffed. I should have quit long before I did. Are you still enjoying 
yourself?"

Missy giggled, "You know I am. Wow, this is the best vacation ever. Oh I 
guess I already told you that didn't I? Let's do this again next year. Can 
we?"

"Yeah I guess," I said. I didn't even know if we would be alive next year 
but there wasn't any point in worrying Missy. Actually I wasn't very worried 
myself. These people didn't seem to be killers. Of course I didn't know if 
they would be available for island gang-bangs. "What are your favorite parts 
of the vacation?" I asked her.

"Everything," she answered. "I like it all."

"Oh," I said. "You like all that cock at your beck and call? How about big 
black cock. What do you think of Mateo?"

Missy didn't answer me right away but she finally said, "I like all that, 
Ron. I like the fact that for some strange reason I feel sexually free. I 
feel alive and totally uninhibited. I love feeling like a slut. I love it 
when they don't ask me, that they just take me. All any one of them has to 
do to turn me on is touch me...or maybe even just look at me in that lustful 
way." She paused, then giggled. "Now as far as Mateo is concerned, he has 
something about him that just makes me want to fuck more. His big cock, 
which is almost too big, fills me completely up. Yesterday when he first 
took me I thought I was going to die. I wanted his big cock but I didn't 
think I could take it." She paused and laughed again. "Yesterday...It seems 
like it was longer ago then that, doesn't it? "

It certainly did to me. It seems like we had on this island at least a week. 
"So, tell me, how do you like double penetration? I understand that was a 
first for you. At least pussy and ass. Apparently two men at a time wasn't 
new."

Missy rolled over and looked up at me with her big blue eyes. "Ah, yes," she 
said. "I guess I should have told you about that. It happened before we met, 
Ron. I went through an experimental stage my sophomore year in college. I 
got a little wild, I guess. By the time we met I was through all of that." 
She giggled, "Well, until yesterday, anyway. Besides I'll bet you haven't 
disclosed all of your sexual activities, have you?"

I smiled and shook my head, "No, but I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. I 
figured you didn't want to know all the steamy details of my former love 
life. Hey, Missy, I'm not mad at you for not telling me. I wish you had but 
what the hell? Neither of us can do anything about it now. I'll make a deal 
with you. I'll tell you anything you want to know and you can tell me. How 
about that?"

"Deal," she said with a smile. Missy looked over behind me. "I wonder where 
they are going?"

I raised up and looked to see Pedro and Romero carrying masks and fins. They 
were headed toward the beach. Carl was coming over to where Missy and I 
were.

"They are going diving and with any luck at all we should have lobster for 
dinner," Carl said. Was that son of a bitch reading my mind? "Hey Missy," 
Carl said. He was standing beside her, "How 'bout a blowjob and a piece of 
ass while we wait?" Missy got to a kneeling position and begun to suck his 
cock. Carl grinned at me, "She getting to be a fairly good cocksucker, ain't 
she?" I nodded my agreement to that. I was still at a loss as to how to 
respond when someone complimented my wife's sexual skills. "Ike said Missy 
took all five of you on while you were at the pool. What a fuckin' slut." He 
got a handful of her blonde hair, "You are a fuckin' slut ain't you Missy?"

Missy took her mouth off of his cock long enough to answer, "Yes I am. I'm a 
fucking slut." She went back to her oral task

"It's a lucky man who has a wife that knows she's a slut, Ronnie", Carl 
said. "A damned lucky man." He laughed. I told Pedro if they saw an eel to 
catch it and bring it in."

"Eel? What on earth do you want an eel for?" I asked.

"I plan on a couple of the boys holding Missy down with her legs spread and 
I'm going to shove that eel up her cunt. When that eel goes to thrashing 
,wiggling jerking and spasms ol' Missy will start to come. We did it to a 
whore in St. Thomas one time. Bitch come so much she passed out." I watched 
Missy while Carl was talking. His obscene portrayal seem to excite her even 
more.

"You are kidding, right?" I said. "No woman is going to stand still for 
that."

"Maybe not," Carl said, with a laugh. "That's why I mentioned the boys 
holding her. Won't have to hold her very long though." I wasn't sure if he 
was putting me on or not.

"Hey Sport," Carl said, "I ain't using all of her right yet. You want some 
pussy?"

We adjusted ourselves so that I lay on the ground and Missy sat on my cock 
and blew Carl. Our actions caused Ike and Bird to come over to where we 
were.

After watching for a while, Ike said. "Seems like there one hole being 
wasted."

We re-adjusted our positions. Missy turned around so that she was laying on 
me and Ike moved in to take her ass. Carl moved around to where Missy could 
reach him with her mouth, and away we went. I was still amazed how Missy had 
taken to all of the sexual activity. It was as if she was a completely 
different person. It wasn't too long before Carl and I were finished but Ike 
and Missy continued on for a while longer.

Ike had Missy on her hands and knees and was doggy fucking has hard as he 
could. Missy gave a loud grunt every time Ike slammed into her. He was doing 
her so hard that they were literally moving forward a few inches at a time. 
Carl commented that they would be at the beach if they didn't stop soon.

"I guess you're right," I said watching my wife get hosed. "Hey where is 
Mateo. I haven't seen him today?"

"Aw, he's around somewhere," Carl said. "Mateo wanders off from time to 
time. I know he'll be back in time for lobster."

"What makes you so sure that Pedro and Romero will catch some?" I asked.

"Oh that reef is full of them," Carl said. "They'll get plenty, you can 
count on it. Want a beer?"

I took the beer and sat on the picnic table and watched Ike finishing up 
with Missy. I heard her tell Ike to come on her face. It was funny because 
the only time I ever did that to her, she didn't speak to me for three days. 
My little wife was changing quickly and I thought for the better.

After Missy and Ike got through, Missy lay there for a few minutes and then 
jumped up and ran over to where I sat. She took the beer out of my hand and 
gulped it down. Sperm ran down her face and she was smiling to beat the 
band.

"You got a dirty face, Angel," I said.

Missy laughed and wiped the come off with her hand, "That's the only problem 
I see with being nude," she said. "No sleeves to wipe with. I'm going down 
to the beach for a while. You want to come?"

"I came a few minutes ago," I said smiling at her. "No, I think I may take a 
nap. This fucking is wearing me out. I've had more action the past few days 
then I had all last year."

"Yeah, tell me about it," Missy said, reach out to pet my soft cock. "I had 
more action then I ever had in my whole life." She giggled, "I hope it's 
just the beginning. I'll see you later, sweetheart. The surf beckons."

I found a shady spot and sacked out.

CHAPTER SEVEN third day afternoon and night

I slept for a couple of hours and when I woke up the camp was deserted. I 
got up, stretched, grabbed a beer from the cooler and headed for the beach. 
The beach, too, was deserted. I walked down the beach a little way to where 
there was a deep cove. As I approached I could hear talking.

"Come on, give it to me you big bastard!" It was Missy's voice. When I 
rounded the point I could see them. Missy and Mateo and Missy was laying on 
her back on a beach towel and Mateo was between her raised legs. "Fuck, 
fuck, fuck," Missy was chanting. Apparently Mateo was back.

I enjoyed watching the others fuck Missy but frankly there was just 
something extra special about Mateo. The fact that he is a big man with a 
huge cock, the fact that he is as ugly as a mud fence, and the fact that he 
doesn't quit all work together to make his fucking special.

I went over to where they coupled. Mateo glanced up and saw me without any 
change of expression. Missy smiled up at me with a glazed look in her eyes.

"Been at it long?" I asked. I could see a puddle of cum had formed beneath 
her ass and a rivulet ran down the crack of her ass.

"Oh God, honey," Missy gasped. "Seems like hours. He's a machine."

I had to admit that he did seem like a machine. A fucking machine. "Maybe we 
need to buy you one of these machines," I said.

"I...I...oh FUCK!" Missy screamed as she reached another orgasm. Mateo just 
kept fucking her for another ten minutes. He gave out with a might grunt and 
collapsed on her.

If my geography wasn't messed up, I figured that the stream of water that 
ran into the cove came from the small waterfall and pool that we had been 
using earlier. Mateo disappeared down the beach and I led Missy back by way 
of the pool where she soaked and cooled off for a while.

The sun was just starting to set when we got back to the shack. I was 
surprised, although I don't know why, to see a giant kettle on the gas 
stove. Steam was rising out of the kettle. I deduced that the divers had 
indeed been successful. I had to wonder where in hell they had gotten the 
big pot. I would bet a thousand bucks it had not been there earlier. Just 
more mysterious shit to think about.

I had just started to mention it to Missy when we heard a distinctly female 
laugh coming from inside the shack. That laugh was followed by a strange 
woman coming out followed by Carl. I don't mean to imply that the woman was 
strange but that she was someone we had never seen before. A stranger to 
Missy and I. I had always heard that a clothed person in a nudist camp felt 
out of place. I'm here to tell you that that is bullshit. Everybody was 
bare-assed naked except the new person and I felt very...well, naked.

"Who are you?" Missy demanded to know. Oh, oh. I could feel the tension in 
the air. Somebody wasn't happy to have competition. She also didn't seem to 
notice that we were all naked and the woman wasn't.

"Hello," the woman said with a big smile. "I am ..."

"This is Rosa," Carl spoke up. "She was in a boat wreck and washed up on 
shore a short time ago." From the expression on the woman's face it was news 
to her. "I thought about throwing her back to the sea," he said, "but then I 
thought she might be a welcome addition to our little group."

I wasn't buying one damned word of it and I could see from the expression on 
Missy's face that she was having some mixed feeling about the situation. 
Part of her seemed to want to comfort the woman and part probably wanted to 
kick her ass off the island.



While Missy wrestled with her conflicting emotions, Bird and Ike arrived 
from wherever they had been. "Hey here's Lucia. How are you doing, girl? Ike 
said.

"Mistaken identity, Ike," Carl said quickly. "This is Rosa. She's a 
castaway."

Ike looked at Carl for a minute then back at "Rosa". "Well that's good. That 
Lucia is a lousy fuck, and can't suck dick worth a damn. Howdy Rosa."

Rosa picked up a small pan and threw it at Ike. Her red face fit her name.

"Hey settle down," Carl said grabbing Rosa's arm. She had picked up a shark 
knife and was advancing on Ike. "Stop it Lucia...I mean Rosa."

Missy went over to the woman, "Hi Lucia. I'm Missy." Missy held out her 
hand. Rosa/Lucia hesitated a moment then lay the knife down and took Missy's 
hand with a smile. "If you plan on staying here, you are way over dressed." 
Missy steered Lucia to the shack.

Carl looked around with a mean look on his face. "Dammit to hell," he said. 
"Everything is all fucked up now." He settled his look on Ike. "What the 
hell were you thinking?"

"Sorry boss," Ike said. "I was surprised to see her, that's all. I thought 
she wasn't coming until tomorrow."

"Hey," I said. "No harm done. You weren't really fooling anybody anyway."

"Huh? What the hell do you mean. You were nearly pissing in your 
pants...well if you had pants on, you would've." Carl seemed exasperated.

"Oh hell yeah," I assured him. "At first I thought we were goners. Scared 
the hell out of me, but you boys gave it away."

"How?" Ike demanded.

"Too nice," I answered. "All of you were just too nice to be cut-throat 
rapists or what ever. And Carl, the super chef, really blew it. Gourmet 
meals and wine at every meal? Ice chest that never got empty? Enough cold 
beer to satisfy an army? Come on guys. Dumb as I am I finally figured it 
out. Missy caught on a lot quicker then that. Anyway don't sweat it. Keep on 
doing what you are doing. We love it."

Carl continued to scowl for a few minutes. "Ah fuck it," he said with a 
laugh. "It wasn't designed to last forever."

"So catch me up," I said. "How did you guys get hired?"

"Arnie called me and I rounded up the boys," Carl said. "We've done this a 
time or two but not quiet as fucked up as this gig."

"Who hired you?" I asked. "I mean who is paying the bill?"

Carl explained that he didn't know who had contacted Captain Arnie or who 
paid Arnie. He told me that he was a teacher at the American school on 
Granada and that Ike, Romero, and Bird work at the school. Mateo and Pedro 
have a fishing boat operation and Carl uses them in the off season. Lucia is 
Carl's wife and she helped out from time to time. I knew there had to be a 
good story there.

Missy and a now nude Lucia came out while Carl was telling me the details 
"So you got another day folks. Do we press on or what?"

I looked at Missy and she smiled and nodded. "I think we want everything 
we've paid for," I said. "Or that somebody paid for. Press on my good man. 
Let's party on."

After a scrumptious meal of fresh lobster with all the trimmings most of us 
just sat around in a stupor for a while. Missy and Lucia sat on the sleeping 
bags, side by side, talking. I have to say it, Lucia is one fine looking 
woman. Massive boobs on a small frame, coal black hair and flashing eyes. 
The men were too full to even engage in conversation, but apparently that 
wasn't true for the ladies. I could hear most of what Missy and Lucia were 
saying. Missy, who never met a stranger, had gotten Lucia to tell her, her 
life's story. Lucia was born in Columbia, in some obscure village. Her 
parents both died when Lucia was fourteen and she was taken in by an uncle. 
Then when Lucia was sixteen, her uncle simply sold her to a pimp in some 
larger town that I had never heard of. For the next two years Lucia worked 
in a whorehouse and that was where she met Carl. I'm not sure exactly what 
Carl was doing there, but I got the impression that he was working for some 
government agency. CIA or DEA or may some other alphabet group.

Carl, according to Lucia, fell madly in love with the young whore and bought 
her out of prostitution. Carl took her back to the good ol' U S of A and 
married her there. They lived in south Florida for several years and then 
Carl took a teaching job in Grenada

"Tell me about when you were working as a prostitute," Missy asked Lucia. As 
a litigator Missy knows how to get people talking. "I mean I've heard and 
read about what a terrible life it is."

"Terrible?" Lucia said looking puzzled. "Oh no I wasn't miserable at all." 
Lucia had only the slightest accent. "I discovered sex when I was fourteen. 
I also discovered that I liked it very much. Truthfully I liked working for 
Papa. That is the man who owned the house I worked at. The work was easy and 
I could sleep late. I got a lot of sex and I liked that. I too have heard 
stories. There was one girl who came to work for Papa who told us about some 
of the terrible things that happened to her at the place she had been. She 
told us that every night one of the girls had to put on a sex show with an 
animal of some kind. I think that must have been bad. At Papa's we had clean 
rooms and there was always singing and laughter. I loved it there."

"So why did you leave?" Missy asked. "I mean if you liked the job so 
mush..."

"I did like it very much," Lucia said with a laugh. "But Carl came along and 
promised me that I would have a better life with him. He spoke the truth. I 
am an American citizen and I live in Paradise. I have lot's and lots of sex. 
I have a wonderful life. I would not trade with anyone."

"Did you know that Carl was a...ah...swinger, for lack of a better word, 
when you married him?" Missy asked.

"Oh yes," Lucia said. "He promised me that I would meet a lot of men and I 
have for sure." She was laughing, "I have regular sex with Ike, Romero, and 
Bird and some of the others Carl works with."

"What about Mateo?" Missy asked. "Don't you get it on with him?"

"I tried only one time, but he is much to big for me. I had to give him a 
tit fuck and hand job to get him off. It was good that Pedro and Carl was 
there to help me out, or I would have been unsatisfied. Poor Carl," Lucia 
said with a smile. "He so wanted to see me fuck the big man." Lucia turned 
to look directly at Missy. "I heard that you have taken his big dick many 
times . How did you manage that? You are not as large as me."

Missy laughed, "It wasn't much fun at first but then it was great. I really 
like his big cock in me. I suppose my vagina is larger then yours. I can 
tell you this, I have never felt as full as when Mateo is fucking me. 
Another thing, he doesn't quit . He just keeps going and going and going."

"I hope to see you and Mateo," Lucia said. "I have never seen him fuck a 
woman before. Carl said it was something to see."

"I hope you do, too," Missy said laughing and looking around. "Right now I 
don't think any of these worthless men are going to do us much good."

"I think you are right," Lucia said grinning and she looked at us. "Maybe we 
don't need them right now. Do you like women?"

"Huh? Oh you mean..." her voice trailed off. "Well I have never made love to 
another woman," Missy said after a long pause. "One time when I was in high 
school, my friend, Mary and I fooled around a little. I mean we kissed and 
rubbed each other but that was as far as we went."

"Have you thought about making love to a woman?" Lucia asked, laying her 
hand on Missy's leg.

I never thought I'd see the day that Missy was at a loss for words but there 
it was. All the hot shot lawyer could do was stammer.

"Ah, you have thought about it," Lucia said, continuing to stroke Missy's 
thigh. She wiggled closer to Missy. "You have wondered what it would be like 
to kiss another woman and to have that woman caress your breasts." Lucia 
bent over and taking Missy's breast in her hand, she kissed missy's nipple, 
which immediately grew hard. I wasn't about to take my eyes off of the scene 
in front of me, but I was aware that the other men were watching intently.

Lucia released Missy and gently pushed her to a prone position. "I know you 
have wanted to have a woman lick your pussy," Lucia said softly while she 
licked the top of Missy's thighs. "You have wanted to have a woman caress 
you and make you weak with desire." Lucia spread Missy's legs and bent to 
kiss her pussy. There was no resistance from Missy. I couldn't see exactly 
what Lucia was doing so I moved closer to the edge of the sleeping bag.

Lucia raised her head and smiled at me, "Your woman tastes sweet. I am going 
to eat her until she comes for me. Is that okay with you?"

Hell, it was fine with me. I nodded my head. Like Missy I found that I 
didn't have command of the language right then. Lucia went back to what she 
was doing. I could see Lucia's tongue flicking Missy's clit. Missy was 
breathing heavily. I turned to see who had joined me. It was Carl

"Watch closely, my friend," Carl said. "Lucia has many talents but I think 
she is best at this. She will take Missy to heaven and back." From the 
blissful look on my wife's face she had already started the trip.

After a few minutes of Lucia's ministration, Missy was jerking and 
twitching. She was actually purring like a contented cat.

"I can do many thing for you," Lucia stopped licking to say, "I will eat 
your pussy until you scream. I will eat your pussy while one of the men 
fucks you. Would you like that, little one?" Missy bobbed her head but 
didn't speak. "I want you to eat my pussy also," Lucia said. She had two 
fingers in Missy's snatch and her thumb was working the clitoris. "Will you 
do that for me?" Again Missy nodded her head while not speaking or even 
opening her eyes. "Say it, little one," Lucia insisted.

Missy swallowed a couple of times and said softly, "I will eat your pussy, 
Lucia." Words I never thought I'd hear Missy say. I had already heard so 
many things I never expected to hear from her, I don't know why I was 
surprised. "I will do whatever you want me to do."

With cat like grace, Lucia moved into a sixty-nine position on top of Missy. 
I moved around so that I could see my wife lick the woman's cunt. I had to 
see it. The two women were of a size so that they fit perfectly. I watched 
in amazement as my wife licked and sucked on Lucia's cunt. My cock was so 
hard that I had no skin left to even blink. I saw Missy's eyes open and I 
saw that she was watching me. I could tell that she was smiling even though 
most of her lower face was obscured by Lucia.

"Man that would give a dead man a hard on," I looked up to see Bird and Ike 
watching the two women. "Man o man are we going to have some fun tonight." 
Ike said. He was stroking his hard cock. I had to agree with Ike. It did 
look like a fun night was beginning.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The ladies stayed in sixty-nine for a long time. At least it seemed that way 
to me. When they finally did come up for air they both had a big smile on 
their shinny face. I knelt down beside Missy and put my arms around her 
heaving body. "That looked like fun, was it?"

"Yes it was," Missy admitted with a smile. "Just another first in a long 
line of firsts."

"Are you glad you did it?" I asked. "I mean was it an one and only thing?"

"Oh I doubt that it was a one time shot," Missy answered leaning back 
against me. "Like they said, this is a vacation and vacation time don't 
count. Why are you so curious?"

"I was just thinking about this girl I know that says she bisexual. She's 
hinted a time or two that she thinks you're and hot."

"Who?" Missy demanded. "Do I know her?"

"Sure you do," I answered. "Lori Hall. She's the one that works for me and 
Rob part time. Short, cute, blonde hair."

"Oh I remember seeing her at a party at Rob's house. She interested in me?" 
Missy said. "Huh, who would've thought it? Maybe...hell I don't know Ronnie. 
What we do way off and gone from the real life is one thing but doing it at 
home...well, I guess we'll have to wait and see won't we?"

I agreed that no life alternating decisions had to be made anytime soon. 
Missy had turned into a sexual stick of dynamite and I didn't want the fuse 
to get wet when we got home, but I actually didn't think that was much of a 
problem. I think that Missy was hooked on lots and lots of sex.. A lot more 
then I was capable of giving her.

"Lady you are a wonderful pussy eater," Lucia said sitting down bedside us. 
You know what is great after girl-girl sex? I'll tell you. Getting a stiff 
dick in your pussy. Hey Carl, I'm ready, sweetheart."

"Be Birds turn next," Carl called back.

"Okay, sure," Lucia said. "Ike thinks I'm a lousy fuck. He don't get no 
pussy from me."

"I was just puttin' you on sweet thing," Ike said. "You are a great fuck. 
You know I love your cunt."

Lucia lay back beside us as a grinning Bird approached. He got down between 
her spread legs and she guided his cock into her wet pussy.

"You want some pussy?" Missy asked me as she stroked my cock. I did, but I 
didn't want to get put out of action too soon. I told her I'd like to wait a 
few minutes. Since Lucia had cut Ike off I suggested that maybe he should go 
next.

Ike was more then willing and soon he was behind my sexpot wife, fucking her 
doggy style. I sat between the two couples and alternated my attention 
between them. Pedro took advantage of Missy's unattended mouth and Romero 
did the same for Lucia.

I was getting bounced around by the double threesome so I got up and got a 
beer. Mateo and Carl were watching at the edge of the sleeping bags so I 
joined them.

We all watched in delighted silence for a while. "Man I'd sure like to get 
my cock in Lucia," Mateo said. "Just once. I'd die a happy man if I could."

Carl laughed, "Welcome to try," he said. "Up to her, but at least you got 
Missy to fall back on if it don't work."

"Oh I plan on fucking Missy, too," Mateo said with a grin. "Soon as the 
shorthorns get her opened up good. That little gal is a great fuck. I think 
that's what was wrong the last time I tried it with Lucia. I didn't wait 
until she was opened and loose. I'll wait until everybody had fucked Lucia 
then I'll make my move."

It sounded like a plan to me. I wanted some of that Latina's pussy too. When 
Ike and Pedro switched places, they got Missy on her back and the other 
threesome had switched Lucia to her hands and knees I heard Lucia tell 
Romero to come in her mouth. Romero grunted and said that he was about to do 
just that. Then when he had spent his come in her mouth, Lucia leaned over 
and put her mouth on Missy's mouth. Damnest thing I ever saw. I had heard of 
a snowball, but I had never witnessed it before and I never thought I would 
see my wife participate. Missy took the load of come from Lucia and 
swallowed every drop and as soon as she finished swallowing she went back to 
sucking Ike who was making some awesome faces. Pedro groaned and jerked his 
cock out and came on Missy's back. Ike came at about the same time, as did 
Bird. Lucia rolled over and lay back and Missy gave her a snowball of Ike's 
come. Both women giggled and lay hugging each other for a while.

"There is more," Lucia said after a while. "More come in my puss. Suck it 
out for me, Little One." My wife hesitated only a second and then got 
between the Latina's legs. I remembered for the first time that I had 
brought a digital camera. I ran into the shack and got it and started 
snapping pictures of my wife eating another woman out. At the first flash, 
Missy looked up startled, then smiled when she saw it was me. While Missy 
are Lucia, Carl took advantage of her unused cunt.

Ike offered his semi-hard cock to Lucia. "Say that you are sorry," she said 
to Ike. "Tell me that you are a liar and that I am a good fuck and I suck 
better then anybody else." Ike was still apologizing when Lucia, with a 
giggle, took his manhood into her mouth.

"Well it looks like they have kissed and made up," I said to Carl.

Carl laughed, "bound to happen," he said, not missing a stroke. "Lucia loves 
his black cock."

Seven men and two women made for some unusual combinations, but I think it's 
safe to say that everybody got some of what they wanted. Even Mateo. He got 
his giant cock in Lucia with Missy's help.

It was somewhere around midnight and we were all taking a break. Mateo lay 
down beside Lucia and said softly, "I want to fuck you." He stroked her 
breast with one hand and her pussy with the other one.

"And I would love to have your magnificent cock in me," Lucia said, "but 
honey you will not fit."

Missy rolled over and said to Lucia, "You have to try, Lucia, because he's a 
stallion. You'll love it, I promise." While she spoke she pushed Mateo's 
fingers out of the way and started working first two, then three and finally 
four fingers into the other woman's cunt. Pretty soon she had her whole hand 
inside the woman. Lucia had closed her eyes and raised her legs to help 
Missy get her fist into her. Lucia had a smile on her face. Missy nodded to 
Mateo and he moved around to get in position. Missy removed her hand and 
Mateo slipped the head of his cock into Lucia pussy. He leaned forward and 
got another three inches into her. Missy was rubbing the woman's clit. "How 
does that feel, sweetie?" Missy asked. Lucia silently nodded her head and 
continued to smile. Mateo pushed another three inches into her and waited. 
Lucia groaned and started to hunch. Just a little at first then harder. 
Mateo got into the rhythm and soon he had all of his massive cock into the 
woman.

"Son of a bitch," Carl said softly, "I never thought I'd see the day that 
she could take all of that horse cock." Lucia was bucking and thrashing and 
swearing in several languages. She demanded that Carl come and hold her hand 
while Mateo fucked her, which he did.

Everybody watched as Lucia was fucked by Mateo's enormous black cock. It was 
a sight to behold. When Mateo began to slow down, Lucia urged him to keep 
on. I haven't a clue how many time Lucia had an orgasm, but it was over a 
dozen, I know. I looked at the other men and I saw that they too had a 
hard-on. Missy watched enthralled as the big man plowed into the little 
woman. I handed Like the camera and went over to Missy.

"Did I look like that?" Missy asked. "I mean when he was doing me, did I 
have the same look that Lucia has?"

"Very similar," I said hugging her from behind and cupping her breasts. "You 
both look like you've died and gone to heaven."

We continued to watch and Missy was getting hot again. "I'm going to need 
someone," she said. "Is it your turn now?"

"You know I think it is," I said. I put her on her knees and took her from 
behind so that we could continue to watch Mateo and Lucia. When I came, Bird 
took over and when he finished it was Ike next. Ike had just finished when 
Lucia screamed and Mateo filled her cunt with hot come. Mateo had fucked 
Lucia for over forty minutes with out stopping.

Later we all took a moonlight swim in the surf and cleaned off in the fresh 
water pool. Carl and Lucia fixed us a snack and we rested for a while and 
then the debauchery started all over again..

Because I knew she wanted me to, I held Missy's hand while Mateo fuck her. 
We all three enjoyed the experience. What a wonderful vacation and we still 
had another day with the pirates or whatever..

Epilog

It was on the flight back home that I figured out that it was my business 
partner, Rob Taylor, that had hired the extras for our vacation. I had to 
smile when I thought that he was one big self-serving bastard. He just 
wanted to get in Missy's pants. You know I think he had a good shot at it.