Temptation Island

"Very nice honey but we're not quite there yet are we," Pops said smiling.

Heather looked down then reached around behind her and undid her top pulling it off and dropping it on the floor leaving her breasts in plain view. Heather was startled when Pops immediately grabbed them with both hands.

"What are you doing," she screamed.

Pops ignored her squeezing them a few times and running his thumbs over the nipples before saying, "Fuck me Jomo these are some world class titties, on such a thin pretty bitch too. Mind if I have a taste?"

"Help yourself," Jomo replied without turning away from his work.

Heather started to protest but before she could say a word Pops had already buried his face in her breasts licking and sucking them. She briefly tried to pull away but he had them gripped too tightly. He took his time as he went from one to the other sucking in each nipple and flicking it several times with his tongue until they were hard as little pebbles. Despite herself Heather couldn't help but moan lightly. The old islander certainly knew how to treat a woman's breasts. She looked at Jomo for help as he approached her sticking a tiny bit of coke in her face. The booze and pot had kicked her buzz back in full gear and she knew the coke was a bad idea but she just couldn't resist. With some urging from Jomo she sniffed it up. Jomo slid his hand inside her bikini bottoms groping her ass then gently kissed her neck. Heather gasped when she felt him slip a finger in her pussy from behind and twirl it around.

"You must be turning her on Pops her pussy's soaking wet," he said as he slid a second finger inside.

Jomo slid his other hand down the front side of her bikini and found her clit flicking it back and forth with his finger. She was pinned between these two big blacks and couldn't move even if she wanted to. The four hands and two mouths that were roaming the sensitive parts of her body were driving her nuts and she leaned back into Jomo and moaned.

Jomo licked and kissed her neck then whispered in her ear, "Feels good doesn't it baby?

She moaned and sighed "Yes, so good."

They worked her over for a few minutes then Jomo pulled her away and said winking to Pops, "She's been a good girl why don't we give her what she wants."

Heather was confused but then realized he was leading her over to the table with the coke on it. She bent over and inhaled half a line and rested on her elbows with her ass sticking straight back and up. She felt someone behind her grab her by the waste. She was dizzy again and couldn't react in time as she felt her bikini being pulled aside and something large slap against her ass then press against her vagina. It quickly popped in and she was sure it had to be Jomo's penis because of how full she felt but when she looked back she saw that it was the old man that was thrusting himself into her.

"Fuck this bitch's pussy's tight," he said as he began to slide himself further in.

"You think it's tight now you should have felt it before. It took me ten minutes just to get my dick in the bitch," Jomo responded as he sat in a chair watching.

Heather thought about resisting but she was horny as hell and the dick felt unbelievably good inside her. She didn't even care that it belonged an old grey-haired Rastafarian. She untied her bikini bottoms letting them fall to the ground then kicked off her flip flops to get better traction and braced herself against the table pushing back into him.

"That's right baby, that's right. Slam that pussy back into me. Help me fuck that white pussy, let's do this shit together."

Heather looked back at him with lust and yelled, "God that big dick feels good, fuck me."

Pops didn't have to be told twice as he dug his fingers into her hips and jack hammered his cock in and out. Heather was going crazy and she quickly came. Screaming and moaning she looked back to watch Pops slam himself into her. His dreadlocks swung wildly and his big belly jiggled with every thrust.

He smiled at her, "You like this old black dick in you don't you baby?"

She adamantly shook her head yes and screamed, "Oh my God yes, that black dick feels so good."

And it did to, Heather was in ecstasy. She couldn't believe how good this old black man was making her feel. First Jomo and now Pops, she was starting to think that maybe all these island men were all built like this. Jomo smiled as he watched the action. Most people would have been surprised at Heather's change in behavior but he'd seen it so many times he almost expected it. There was just something about these white bitches he thought, glancing at the two women still sleeping on the bed. The minute they stepped foot on the island things changed and it doesn't matter how prim, proper and sophisticated they thought they were.

"Fuck Jomo this is some good pussy. I fucking owe you one, why don't you help yourself to some of that," he said motioning to the two women.

Jomo laughed, "No thanks bro, I'll just wait and take my turn with her. Just do me a favor and pull out will you."

Pops nodded and never slowed his pace pounding Heather into another orgasm. He was getting close to coming himself but being a gentleman let her finish then pulled out, grabbed his dick and shot several long ropes of cum onto Heather's lower back. When he was done he jammed his cock back into Heather's sloppy hole and slowly pumped it in and out a few times while he caught his breath. Heather was out of breath herself and it took a few minutes for her to recover. Jomo threw him a towel and Pops wiped the cum from her back. Finally, Pops softening dick flopped out and he released her hips as Heather leaned down to snort the remainder of the coke. She turned around grabbing his wet dick and stroked it a few times.

"I thought you said you were too old to get it up again," she asked with a smile.

"Baby me and my dick have an agreement. We don't pass up fresh pussy regardless of how tired we are."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek, "That was amazing; I can see why these two come back so often."

Pops laughed as he patted her on the ass then went over and pored himself a drink.

Jomo, whose dick was rock hard from watching the two fuck, stood up and grabbed Heather by the arm.

"Thanks Pops," he said as he led the still naked Heather out of the room and into the hallway.

They passed a couple guys, who stopped to admire Heather's bouncing breasts, as he led her into a different room. Not bothering to shut the door he pushed her down on a bed then quickly stepped out of his shorts. His dick bobbed up and down obscenely as he climbed between Heather's legs.

"I got to get in that pussy baby," he said almost frantically as he lined his cock up with her wet slit.

Heather looked up at him smiling as she spread her legs. Now, completely broken, she wanted nothing more than for Jomo to put that big dick inside her. Her pussy was still soaking wet from her session with Pops and this time Jomo slid in easily.

"Fuck ya baby, pussy's opened up nice now," he said as he started to slide himself in and out.

"Oh my God you feel good," Heather moaned as she ran her hands over Jomo's hard, muscular body.

Heather was in ecstasy as Jomo rhythmically pounded into her. She was so into the sex it didn't even phase her when people walked by the open door occasionally stopping to watch for a minute or two. After who knows how long they were both covered in sweat and Heather could tell that Jomo was tiring.

She pulled his head to her kissing him deeply then pushed him away as she said, "I want to sit on it."

Jomo laughed then flipped over as he held her to him never allowing his cock to come unsheathed. She quickly gathered her feet beneath her and his hands went to her big, jiggling breasts as she started to bounce up and down. From this position it felt like his cock was going even deeper and Heather went nuts as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her. She slowed briefly to recover then started to bounce up and down again. After several minutes Heather's pace and beautiful breasts started to have an effect on Jomo and he felt himself getting close.

"Oh shit baby, I'm going to fucking cum," he said as he gripped her ass with both hands and started to buck up into her.

"Oh ya baby, cum for me. I want to feel it inside me," she answered.

Jomo only lasted a couple more strokes then bucked up into her one last time and launched several thick streams of cum deep inside the beautiful wife and mother. Heather continued to fuck him until she was sure he was done then collapsed in a heap on top of him.

They rested for a few minutes then Jomo slapped her on the ass and said, "Come on baby, let's get to the party."

Heather was in a daze from all the sex, drugs and booze but she followed Jomo back to Pop's room where she put her bikini back on. Five minutes later she was outside with a drink in her hand dancing to the island music with Jomo and the rest of the party. Every so often a joint would make its way to her and she'd occasionally take a hit. This went on for the next few hours; it had been years since Heather had partied like this and she was having a blast. At one point Jomo pulled her down the beach a bit and fucked her right there on the sand. Finally about midnight Jomo, having to work in the morning, decided to call it a night but Heather clearly wasn't ready. She'd made her way back into the mob of sweaty, dancing bodies and was moving to the sound of the music between two young islanders Jomo knew well. He watched for a few minutes then headed home. Heather mind went blank and the next thing she could remember was waking up on the floor of her hotel room wrapped in a towel. All she knew was that what little cloths she'd had on were gone and her head hurt like hell. Slowly she sat up and looked at the clock shocked to see that it was already after noon.

"Oh shit," she blurted out when the thought of her husband popped in her head.

Her eyes went to the bed and with relief she saw that Mike was literally in the same spot she'd left the night before. She stood up slowly and gingerly made her way to the bathroom. Her whole body ached and she felt like she'd been in a car accident. Knowing she had to get it together before her husband woke she ran herself a hot bath and settled down in it. Thinking back to the day before she tried to remember as much as she could but only parts of it came back to her. Of course she remembered the beach and partying with her husband and Jomo. She remembered the sex and drugs and leaving with Jomo to get more. She remembered Pops, the party and the dancing. But that's when things started to get hazy. From then on only tiny pieces came back to her and she certainly had no idea how she got home or what happened to her bikini. Finally she decided to stop trying knowing she probably didn't want to know anyway. By the time she'd finished and gotten dressed her husband was finally awake.

"I can't believe I slept that much. I'm going to call for some room service, I'm starving," he said as noticed his wife walking out of the bathroom.

She walked up to him smiling and gave him a kiss then said, "Sounds good, I'll order it while you jump in the shower."

She felt like shit but didn't want Mike to know for fear he might start asking questions. They had lunch then went down to the bar so Mike could get a beer.

Of course, the minute they sat down Jomo was there. He greeted them with a smile and Heather thought she might lose it. Thankfully he and Mike got into a conversation and she had time to gather herself. Mike ordered a beer then Jomo went back to work serving drinks to the tourists. After a few minutes Mike excused himself and stood to use the restroom. Jomo watched him leave the bar then walked over to Heather smiling.

She put her head in her hands then said, "I'm so embarrassed, I can't believe I did those things. I have no idea what got into me"

Jomo laughed, "Looked to me like you were having fun."

"Oh I won't deny that, it's just not like me to behave that way. By the way, I have no idea how I got home. Please tell me you took me."

Jomo shook his head smiling, "Baby when I left you were still getting after it."

"Getting after what, no no no never mind I don't want to know," she said throwing her hands in the air.

Jomo knew she'd hooked up with a friend of his but could tell she was already feeling guilty, "Listen, don't be too hard on yourself. You're not the first woman to lose her inhibitions around here. "

She shook her head then looked up at him and said, "Thanks, but that doesn't help much. I'm not sure what hurts worse my ego or my head."

He laughed, "Well I can't help the ego but I can probably make your head feel a little better."

After quickly mixing up a drink he slid it to her just as Mike came back. She crinkled her nose as she took a sip of the strong beverage. They sat there for awhile drinking and talking. Mike had polished off 4 beers by the time Heather finished her drink but she had to admit she did feel a bit better.

As they got up to leave Mike reached out and shook Jomo's hand as he said, "I didn't get a chance a chance to thank you for yesterday. Had a great time, sorry I passed out so early."

Jomo smiled as he said, "No problem bro, I was happy to do it."

Heather smiled and waved bye to him as her husband paid for the drinks leaving a massive tip. Jomo watched them walk away then grabbed the money.

He laughed then leaned over to the other bartender and said, "That guy has no idea he just tipped me for fucking his wife."

The next couple of days were mellow as they just relaxed around the resort. Heather needed the time to recover and finally by the third day she felt normal. It was their last day on the island and Mike had booked a fishing trip. He'd left early so Heather slept in a bit and didn't get out to the beach until about noon. It was a slow day on the beach with only a few other people around. She stripped down to her bikini then surprised herself by taking off the top. She thought she'd get a tan on her breasts to surprise Mike. After oiling up her skin she leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes.

Just before drifting off she heard a voice with a heavy island accent say, "What's a pretty woman like you doing all alone?"

She opened her eyes and was greeted by the easily recognizable sight of Pops standing over her. He wore nothing but a swimsuit and his big belly hung out over the front. With his long grey dreadlocks and shaggy beard he looked like some vagrant living on the street. She'd forgotten how big he was and for some reason, despite his appearance, she found herself attracted to him. Probably had something to do with that big piece of meat in his shorts and how he used it, she thought.

She smiled and said, "Hey you, what are you up to today."

He ran his eyes up and down her body as he replied, "I ain't doing shit now baby, I almost forgot how fucking fine you are."

She laughed then said, "Where are your friends? It looked like you had your hands full the other night."

"Gone, left yesterday," he said as he sat down next to her in the sand.

She smiled then said mockingly, "Oh, you must be so disappointed."

He laughed then said, "They'll be back, always are. Besides, this island's full of bitches wanting to party."

She laughed, "That's starting to become pretty clear to me."

They sat there and talked for some time then Pops put his big hand on her thigh and said, "Listen baby, I want to smoke a little but these assholes around here get upset if you do it around the resort. How about taking a walk down the beach with me?"

She paused looking at his big, black hand running up and down her tan thigh then said, "Actually that sounds good, but only if you're willing to share."

"Always willing to share with a sexy bitch like you."

Heather had come to realize that the island men used the word bitch like it was girl or woman. A week ago she'd have been insulted but now it didn't even faze her. She stood up and grabbed her things not bothering to put her top on; something she never would have done before this trip. A lot certainly had changed.

As they started to stroll down the beach Heather said, "I think I've had enough sun for the day, let's just go back to your place."

"Even better baby," he said with a big smile on his face.

Fifteen minutes later she sat on the edge of his bed taking a hit from a small pipe. She just took a little hit not wanting to get out of control again. She handed the pipe back to Pops and watched as he took a couple big puffs. He'd offered her a drink but she refused then they sat there for a few minutes quietly as the weed went to work. Heather felt amazing and didn't fight him as he pushed her back onto the bed. They both knew what was going to happen with Heather probably wanting it more than him.

Ever since that night with Jomo she'd been so damn horny she didn't know what to do with herself and sex with her husband did nothing to help it. He untied and peeled away her bikini bottoms then slowly licked his way up her inner thigh until his tongue rested on her already wet vagina. Heather moaned as she dug her hands into his long, grey dreads and pulled his head into her. It didn't take her long to realize Pops was as good with his mouth as he was with his dick. He licked her through a couple of orgasms then slid up her body stopping briefly to lick and suck her breasts. Heather spread her legs wide to accommodate his large body then wrapped her arms around his back when she felt him enter her.

The sex was amazing and they went at it for the next several hours only stopping briefly after Pops came. They'd take a hit from the pipe then Heather would work her way down his body to lick and suck his cock and balls until he was hard again. She'd forgotten how good sex was on marijuana. Pops, finally satiated, after his third orgasm had drifted off to sleep and Heather quietly stood to leave. It was now late afternoon and Mike's boat would be back in a couple hours. They were going out for one more nice meal before they had to leave in the morning and she wanted to get cleaned up.

As Heather made her way back down the beach she knew she should feel guilty but for some reason she didn't. As much as she loved her husband everything that had happened on this island just felt right. The sex was without a doubt the best of her life; how could she regret that? Later that night as she held her husband's cock in her hand she couldn't help but think how different it looked and felt compared to the giant black one she'd had inside her earlier. As much as she loved her husband and enjoyed the sex with him she knew that she would no longer be satisfied with just him. An idea formed in her head as she slid down his body until his cock was in her face.

She looked up at him with her pretty eyes then said, "Honey, I have a favor to ask you."

Mike's dick was rock hard and he couldn't wait to feel his wife's warm mouth on it, "Anything honey, what is it."

"My sister's birthday is in a couple months and I'd like to bring her here. I don't get to spend much time with her and its so relaxing; I think she'd love it."

He thought about it for a few seconds as she stroked him then answered, "Sure, I don't see why not. Remind me and I'll book you guys a room when we check out in the morning."

"Thanks honey, I think I may want to come back a lot," she said with a big smile just before engulfing his cock with her mouth.

He moaned as he watched his pretty wife suck him then said, "Sure honey, the kids are a bit older now. I don't see why you can't get away more often; it'd be good for you. Hell, maybe I'll even buy you a place."