Angie looked out the plane window and down at the island of Trinibogo. It was a serene sight, an island about the size of Key West in the Southern Carribean. A new resort had just opened on this tropical paradise and was getting rave reviews in all the travel books and magazines. The island was virtually undeveloped except for the resort and had been inhabited only by a small fishing village that had been tragically wiped out by a hurricane several years back. The survivors had built this resort with the help of a wealthy American investor. The resort was run by just the two dozen or so islanders and some imported help. They only allowed three hundred guests at the resort at a time. Angie didn't care about that, she only cared that she wouldn't have to think about work for the next week. She was an anthropologist at a major university and put in long hours helping her husband, the professor, with his classes. She looked over at James. At fifty, he was twenty years older then she was. His head was buried in a Carribean fishing magazine and he planned on going out fishing several days during the vacation. Angie planned on soaking up some rays while he was gone during the day and hopefully rekindling some of their stagnant sex life during the night. The sea plane turned towards the resort and came down for a landing. They left the dock and were greeted by three of the largest black men Angie had ever seen. Each was bigger then the quarterback at her university. "Welcome to Trinibogo. I am Devon, the islands Governor and manager of the resort. These men will take you to your rooms. Guests staying at the hotel can take the left bus and the beach bungalows take the bus on the right." Angie and Jim were staying in a bungalow and followed a few people to the bus on the right. The bungalows were on the western end of the island and supposedly featured spectacular views of the sunset. They featured running water and electricity, but no tv's and phones. Moped's were provided for traveling back to the resort with it's restaurants, pool, bars, and casino. The island was very beautiful. The dirt road the bus traveled along followed the clear blue sea. The island was surrounded by beaches and hidden coves allowing privacy. All the beaches were clothing optional. Here and there, Angie could still see signs of the destruction caused by the hurricane. Within minutes, the bus pulled up at their secluded bungalow. ****************** Devon hopped on his scooter and traveled to Trinibogo's command center. After the disaster, a hurricane shelter had been carved into the side of Trinibogo's Interracial Sex Movie Kendra Secrets Watching My Mom Go Black Mandingo 10 We are a prominent upper class white couple who started swinging 2 years ago. But we wanted something different and Megan brought up the subject of a blackman who she would like to try - said his name was BLACKBOSS and I had no clue as to who he was so she showed me his ad on your site. 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"No, I hadn't noticed. Have you ever measured your penis?" "No maam." Angie was making notes in her book. She was so intent on her work, she remained topless and didn't give a second thought to having a nude black man in her room. "I'm going to measure it against this dollar. I wan't you to take a picture as I do it." "Ok, no problem mon." Angie kneeled down and found her face was dead even with Joseph's crotch. "I'm going to have to lift your penis up." "Be my guest." Angie had only actually touched a few men's penises in her life, just her husband's and a few boyfriends. None of them even came close to Joseph's in length or girth and he wasn't even hard. "Is it always this plump?" "Yes." "How much smaller does it get? Like when you're cold." "It never gets smaller." "Interesting. I'm going to lift it up now." Angie grasped the tip and pulled it out. It immediately grew another inch. ""Damn you're getting hard. Hurry up and take the picture," she said holding out the dollar along his shaft. It was bigger then the dollar. "Sorry," he said taking the picture. "The damn thing gets hard all the time. It rarely goes down." "Hand me the camera, I want to get a shot of your testicals. Hold your penis up so that I get a clear photo." Angie clenched a fist to get a comparrison shot against his balls, finding them as large as her fist, probably twice as large as any nut sack she had ever seen in any book. When Joseph realeased his penis it stood straight out from his crotch, completely hard. She gave him the camera back and held the dollar up against his thick shaft. It took over one and a half bills from base to tip. She estimated it at a foot long, maybe a little more. His entire penis was dark black, crisscrosssed with dark blue veins. She stared at the thick head for close to five minutes then wrote in her notebook: Appears bigger then a foot, head the size of a golf ball. 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You won't have anything after the divorce you slut. Be out of my house by tomorrow night." Angie was too shocked to cry as she sat down on the couch and opened the film packet. The one on top showed her pussy splayed open and filled with cum. Joseph had taken pictures of her after she had passed out and before. She felt a deep sense of longing as she looked at half his cock protruding from her mouth. The pictures grew worse. David had taken pictures of her being double fucked by Joseph and Devon. Somehow, there was even a picture of cum pouring out of her ass as her sphincter closed up. The measurement pictures were in there and Angie's paper was pubished in every major medical/anthropology paper in the country. Dozens of theories were thought up to explain the large genitalia of the Trinibogons. None made sense. ******************** Angie patted the small mound growing in her belly as she sat nude on the beach. The drunk woman she had met her first night on vacation sat beside her. The other woman's pregnancy was much later. Angie had recieved a large grant to furthur study the Trinibogons. She had stolen the money and moved here only to have Devon confiscate it the moment her plane landed. Not that she needed money here. Both women were deliriously happy. Before their pregnancy showed, they worked as waitresses or maids. When they weren't working, they were expected to serve the black men in whatever capacity they could, cooking, cleaning, and sex lots and lots of sex. Every black man needed to get off at least three times a day and so far there weren't enough women living here to take care of them all. 'That was slowly changing though,' she thought as she watched the plane carrying the next batch of tourist circling the island. The End