Vacation Awakening Pt 01

Rebecca and I met after college. I had just secured a good job at an engineering firm. I had my own luxury apartment in a nice part of the city. Rebecca was living with three roommates in a run-down part of the city. I managed to get her number at a bar. She was very drunk. We both were.

The next day she didn't remember me, and it took me a while to get her over to my place. But eventually I succeeded. Once she saw my place, she warmed up to me, and started spending more and more time with me. I bought her fancy things and took her out to expensive restaurants. I wanted to impress her. She stayed over most nights. Eventually I asked her to be my girlfriend and she accepted.

Rebecca was always friendly with other men and had quite a few male friends. This bothered me a bit at the start of our relationship, and it almost made us break up. Eventually I got used to it. After all, she was in a relationship with me, not them. Even if she was friendly with other men, she always came home with me. You can't be insecure if you want to hold onto a girl like Rebecca. We had a lot of talks about this. She said she had no problem with me being friendly with other women either, as long as things never went too far. We weren't puritans living in the 17th century. Women were never particularly interested in me, but it seemed fair.

People were always in disbelief that we were together. They were polite about it... but you could just tell. I am pretty nerdy. 5'8, pasty skin, glasses, not a lot of muscle. Rebecca is the opposite. 5'6, long dirty blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, medium-large breasts, cute bubble butt, and a very fit body.

I was proud of myself for securing a girl like that, who had always been out of my league. But there are downsides to dating a girl who is significantly more attractive than you. Men see it as an opportunity. And I don't think women can fully control their subconscious desire to be with the most attractive and powerful man possible.

The first time I experienced this was at a bar. We had just gotten dinner and went there for a drink. We managed to get a table to ourselves. We were having a good time. We were both pretty drunk. I had to go to the bathroom. When I returned, two businessmen in suits were standing around our table, towering over Rebecca, very close to her. Their waists were about at her eye level. They seemed to have noticeable bulges, but it could have just been the shape of their suits.

I returned and sat down and Rebecca introduced me to them. I forget their names. For about 10 minutes they flirted with Rebecca, getting more and more aggressive as they noticed my lack of action, even touching her playfully at times. Rebecca was drunk with lower inhibitions. So she was lapping it up. I wasn't involved in the conversation, just sipping on my drink and looking around. I started getting pissed off and stood up abruptly.

"Time to go, I think," I said to Rebecca.

Rebecca looked over at me, coming out of her trance for a moment, but didn't get up immediately.

I walked over and grabbed her arm, basically pulling her out of the chair, away from the men. She looked up at one of them with puppy eyes but allowed herself to be dragged away by me.

On the ride home she noticed something was up. It was like she could read my mind.

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey. You know I'm yours. Thank you for taking me away. You know how I get when I'm drunk," she said, and leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder.

I felt the anger wash away and I was content. Her laying on my shoulder: that's what it's all about. I realized I had just been being insecure and my mood improved right away. I felt manly for taking control of the situation.

We got home and Rebecca went to use the bathroom. I undressed to surprise her. She exited the bathroom. I was standing near the bed naked with a boner.

"Want some of this dick, babe?" I said.

Rebecca looked me up and down and looked a little amused.

"Oh, not tonight, honey. I'm so tired," she said as she yawned. I was a little embarassed.

The next day we woke up and Rebecca was pouty.

"I'm booooooooored," she complained.

"Oh yeah? What do you want to do?" I replied.

"Oh, I don't know. What about a vacation? We need to get away from it all," she said.

A vacation sounded good. I could afford it.

"Let's do it! Where should we go?" I asked.

She thought for a second.

"Why don't we go somewhere random? Let's just pick somewhere random," she said.

It sounded fun. We went to Target and bought one of those globes that spins around.

"Okay... close your eyes! I will too. You spin, I'll pick. We go wherever I land on," she explained.

I closed my eyes and spun the globe. She stopped it with her finger. When we both opened our eyes, I saw she had landed on a small island off the coast of Africa. I had always been interested in Africa. It was supposed to be beautiful.

I went to AirBNB and managed to find a very inexpensive listing for a private beach house on the island. The price was good, so I booked it immediately. There weren't any reviews, but I figured this just wasn't a popular place to visit. Perhaps that's why the price was so good. Regardless, it was too good of a deal to pass up.

We arrived at the AirBnB and everything seemed normal, although the place was a little dingy. We went to sit on the beach. Although the AirBnB had advertised a "private beach", local natives were occassionally strolling up and down the beach. Mostly there were packs of men, sometimes accompanied by a single female. Strangely, it seemed as though the female was the ringleader of the men, when there was a female present.

None of the natives were wearing any clothing to speak of. Rebecca and I tried to avoid them by ocassionally moving our towels to lay in a different part of the beach, but the beach was too narrow to completely avoid foot traffic. Every couple of minutes a naked pack of locals would walk either in front of us or behind us. We received many dirty looks from the men, although the women were being helpful and hurrying them along, away from us.

The natives were fascinating. The shape of the women was something I had never seen. All had very large breasts and almost cartoonishly thick curves. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with one of them. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle it.

The men were built like barbarians with broad shoulders and legs like tree trunks. I tried not to look but I did notice they were all very well-endowed. I had heard that black men had larger cocks than most, but I didn't know the difference was so drastic. It made me feel a little meek. I had the thought that I really needed to start going to the gym.

We kept getting dirty looks from the men. Eventually one of the females approached us.

"Not from here?" she asked from afar. She seemed to struggle with English. At least she was respecting our space. Some of the men had been walking very close to us. I saw them openly ogling Rebecca, some making crude gestures, but eventually moving on. I don't think Rebecca had noticed.

I sat up and adjusted my eyes to the blinding sun. "Yes!" I shouted back. I got up to meet her, away from Rebecca.

"This beach no clothes. Locals angry at foreigner no culture! Why here!" she demanded.

"Vacation! Vacation!" I explained back.

She gave me a dumb look, not understanding. I pulled out my phone and opened a translation app, then handed the phone to her. She selected her language (I had never heard of it) and nodded her head to indicate she understood what I had typed. Then she started typing back. I took my phone back from her and read the message she had typed me.

"We welcome you to stay, but this is not a popular place for tourists. This is where the exiled men go, incompatible with mainland customs. There is no law enforcement on this island. For your safety, you must not anger the natives. Please remove your swimsuits or go back inside your vacation residence," it read.

This was news to me, as there was no mention of it on the AirBNB listing. Rebecca surely couldn't have known this since we picked the place at random.

I thanked the woman and walked back to Rebecca. I glanced back and to my relief the woman was ushering the men down the beach. I saw many of the men looking back at Rebecca. One yelled like a hyiena and the rest laughed.

"Uh, honey? The lady said this is a nude beach. So we either take our suits off or go inside. Let's go inside, yeah?" I said, as I leaned down to grab my sandals.

"Oh, I don't know honey. Could be fun. And it's just you and me!" she said, as she rolled over onto her stomach to unhook her bra. We had been sipping on beers for a few hours and it was having quite the effect. I was having trouble standing up and had stumbled to meet the woman and back.

"Oh. Yeah, sure, I guess," I said, not wanting to seem uncool. Rebecca was already in the nude, laying on her stomach. Her ass was on display and it looked magnificent. Hell, why not. I reached over and gave her ass a squeeze. Rebecca said "hey!" and slapped my hand away. I laughed it off and removed my swimsuit.

I think we both fell asleep. The sun was hot and we had finished our waters. The vacation house was in sight, but further back, and neither of us wanted to get up. So we kept drinking beer and I guess we passed out for a little while.

We woke up and I was very groggy. A pack of men had sat down uncomfortably close to us. For a few minutes I watched them hesitantly out of the corner of my eye. They were behaving very childishly - insulting one another, throwing sand, wrestling, and occassionally hitting each other. I had been raised to not judge anyone by the color of their skin, but there is no denying these men were behaving like brutes.

To my relief (and arousal) I saw a woman running down the beach at the pack of men. Upon noticing us, she came over and started talking in a foreign language. Her tone seemed apologetic. I got up to give her the phone so we could communicate.

"I apologize! I went to use the restroom and my associates got away from me. Would you mind if we sit next to you to sunbathe? We are all very interested in you. We do not see many tourists," she said.

I nodded to her. Although I was uncomfortable with the situation, it seemed better to let them stay, than to go inside and deny their curiosity. I hadn't told Rebecca that there was no law enforcement on our island, but I knew, and I was a little worried about the "what if".

So I went back to Rebecca and told her that the group wanted to sit near us. Once again I recommended that we go inside. Rebecca sat up to talk to me and glanced over at the group. Her eyes lingered for a second before turning back to me.

"Why, honey? I'm enjoying myself. So what if they want to sit near us? What, did you not think we'd meet any locals on a tropical island?" she laughed, laying back down and putting her sunglasses back on. She had slurred her words and was definitely drunk. I laid back down too and tried to relax, though I kept a watchful eye out of my peripheral.

I know what you're thinking. The answer is no. Although I saw Rebecca looking at the men occasionally, I don't think she was consciously attracted to them. I trusted Rebecca. What made me uneasy was their physical superiority to me and the news I had received from the woman earlier. Their behavior did not make me feel any better about it, though I think Rebecca was too drunk to notice what they were doing, or what was going on. To her they were just ordinary tropical beachgoers, like us.

About a half hour passed and nothing eventful happened, though the loud and aggressive foreign talk between the men still made me uncomfortable. I wanted to go inside and I was just about to tell Rebecca that we needed to go now when the woman in the group walked over again and gestured for my phone.

"One of the men, DeShawn, is interested in conversing with you. He speaks a little bit of English, and he is interested about your culture, including those silly garments you were wearing earlier," the phone translated to me.

"What's she saying?" Rebecca asked.

"Oh, nothing. One of the men knows some English and is asking if he can come talk to us," I replied.

She sat up and leaned back on her elbows. I had the urge to spread her legs and start fucking her right then and there but I of course didn't. Those were just ideas and you had to treat ladies with respect if you wanted them to respect you back.

"Oh my god, that's so awesome! I bet their lives are so interesting!" she exclaimed.

I took the phone from the woman and was about to take charge and tell her that we were not interested, despite what Rebecca said. However, the man, presumably DeShawn, had already heard Rebecca's excited tone and had started walking over to us. The woman noticed DeShawn walking over and looked back at me apologetically with a small shrug, as if to say she tried, but there was nothing she could do.

DeShawn walked over and sat down in the sand near us, on Rebecca's side, but at a respectable distance away. He leaned over and held out his hand for a handshake.

"Hi... I... DeShawn..." he managed to say in a thick African accent.

"Hi! I'm Rebecca!" said my wife in a bubbly tone, and leaned towards DeShawn to shake his hand. She was still slurring her words. I was uncomfortable with how her naked breasts were so close to this strange man. They looked delicious and I had to imagine that DeShawn felt similarly about them.

"You... McDonalds?" he asked.

Rebecca laughed, and I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself. Rebecca hated McDonalds.

"Yes... I McDonalds... sometimes!" Rebecca replied, and pointed to her belly, which was very fit. DeShawn reached over and rubbed her belly for second before looking up at her, realizing her joke. He pulled back and they both laughed. I let out a sigh of relief and relaxed a little too.

The conversation went back and forth like this for a few minutes. Rebecca was clearly enjoying it, though I was a little irritated by the intrusion into our space. I tried to tune it out. A line in the conversation got my attention back.

"You... beautiful!" said DeShawn.

Rebecca smiled and I think I saw her blush, though her cheeks may have just been red from the alcohol.

"Thank you!" she replied.

"I... touch?" asked DeShawn.

"Uh... no..." Rebecca started to reply uneasily, but DeShawn had already started to get up. He sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing his hands on her breasts and giving them a hard squeeze. It happened fast.

Rebecca let out an involuntary yelp, which caught the attention of the rest of the pack. I got up to protest immediately.

"Yo! What the fuck!" I shouted. DeShawn gave me a dumb look back with his hands still over her breasts. He didn't seem to understand.

I walked over to him and grabbed his arm, trying to get him off of her. I had never been in a physical altercation with another man, and I was not in great shape. I pulled with all of my might, but DeShawn barely noticed. He was significantly larger than me and continued to enjoy Rebecca.

So I started punching him as hard as I could. Still, no effect. I hadn't noticed that the pack of men sitting near us had gotten up and started to walk over. When they saw me trying to harm one of their own, another man came over and gave me a hard shove. I fell back onto the sand and passed out.

When I came to, all of the men were around Rebecca. She was sitting up on the towel. DeShawn was behind her. His big meaty legs were on her flank, trapping her, and his arms were wrapped around her. His unbelievably large and veiny black cock was pressed up against her back and he was still enjoying her breasts, putting his hands over them, pinching her nippes, the works.

I could tell Rebecca was feeling sensations from it, even if she didn't want to. Her head was tilted back and her mouth was open. The other 3 men were standing in front of her, with their cocks at mast. It was a relaxed scene, and even when one of the men noticed me stir, he took no action, and went back to looking at what was happening in front of him and lazily stroking himself.

To get a good visual of what this looked like, see the cover. But imagine a burly black man sitting behind her with his legs and arms around her with three built black men in front of her with their cocks out.

I had no idea what to do. Rebecca noticed I was awake and looked over to me in what I perceived to be anguish. But I couldn't do anything. One of the men could easily overpower me and 4 could probably kill me if they wanted to.

DeShawn adjusted himself slightly so that his member was facing straight up Rebecca's backside. It went so far up her back! He continued groping her and pushing his pelvis into her to massage his testicles on the top of her buttocks. The other men stood in front of her face masturbating, and became enboldened by my inaction to occassionally reach down to touch her naked body.

This continued for a few minutes until the men surrounding Rebecca released. To my relief, they turned away and ejaculated into the sand, and walked away disinterested. DeShawn did not move for a few more minutes however, and continued playing with Rebecca's body from behind, pushing his pelvis into her, enjoying himself. At one point he grabbed his meat in his hand and rubbed it all over the top of Rebecca's ass. Rebecca had ceased to resist.

Eventually he got up and stood in front of Rebecca's face like the other men.

"You... help?" he asked.

Rebecca looked up at him and didn't reply. She looked paralyzed. DeShawn reached down and grabbed Rebecca's hand and placed it on his enormous penis. He moved her hand back and forth a few times, then let go of her hand. Rebecca immediately recoiled and held her delicate hands against her chest protectively.

"No... you help," DeShawn grunted, as he reached down to forcefully place her hand back onto her cock.

She tried to stand up but DeShawn pushed her back down lightly into the sand. Rebecca reluctantly grabbed his shaft with one hand and began moving her hand up and down it, as DeShawn had instructed. For a second, DeShawn relaxed and seemed content, but after a few moments he looked down angrily and grabbed her other hand.

"Both... harder..." he said in a frustrated tone.

Rebecca seemed to realize that the only way this was going to end was if she put in some effort. She grabbed his cock with both hands and began angrily and roughly stroking it all the way up and down as hard as she could. She was letting out small noises each time she did. To me it seemed like she might hurt DeShawn, but he was reveling in it, and began grunting and breathing heavily. Rebecca picked up her pace even more, instinctively matching her motions to his lust.

DeShawn threw his head back and let out a shout as he began to climax. Rebecca started screaming too, but not in a good way. She let go of his cock and turned away to run back to the house, screaming the entire way. She didn't escape quite in time though, and some of DeShawn's semen got on her face, chest, and backside. As soon as Rebecca took off, I ran after her, leaving all of our belongings on the beach.

When I got back, Rebecca was inside, crying on the bed. I consoled her and she fell asleep within about an hour, presumably from the alcohol. I scampered back to the beach to collect our belongings, only because we had left our important items behind, like our cell phones and identification. When I got to the beach I could hear whooping and hollering in the distance. Savages at night. I grabbed our stuff and hurried back inside, laying down next to Rebecca, and falling asleep promptly.

I woke to a loud noise coming from downstairs. Before I went to bed I had grabbed a kitchen knife from downstairs, for protection. I took it from the bedside table and wielded it in my right hand. I heard a thunder of footsteps through the house, up the stairs. I stood up ready to surprise the first one through the door. Someone entered, and I lunged at him with the knife. I clipped his arm and he yelled out in pain, falling over. Before I could lunge again, he stood up and turned around, knocking me straight over with the mass of his body. He put his foot down on me and I looked up to see that it was DeShawn. He looked furious and I feared for my life. Instead of taking the knife and cutting me with it, he hit me in the head, and I partially lost consiousness.