Pam's Jamaican Adventure Pt. 07

As I pushed his cockhead into her, Pam let go of my cock and craned her neck for a kiss from Sammy. I let go of Sammy's cock and staggered back. I watched as Sammy skillfully thrust his cock into her a couple of times and Pam broke off their kiss and her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened each time he hit bottom. I felt woozy from the beating I had taken at the hands of Winston and his crew and stumbled around trying to get my bearings. I was wobbly, and William, who was using his camcorder to record Jane and Damon, saw me and helped me across the room. We started toward the other bed, but Jane lay spread eagle on it with Damon between her legs eating her pussy and a uniformed police guy at her head stuffing his cock in her mouth. We went past the bed and William sat me down in the corner and propped me up.

I was in a daze, aware of what was happening but unable to do anything about it. I looked over at Jane on the bed wondering why the Jamaican Police Officer was getting a blowjob. I didn't wonder long. I saw another police officer walking into the hut. I surmised that Jane and William had done more than tell the police that Damon and Sammy were not part of the gang; they had promised a reward for their release. Jane was eager to pay the reward because it meant more black cock for herself.

The second officer walked to the bed and poked his baton into Damon's leg and motioned to him to get up. Damon did and the second cop unzipped his uniform pants and whipped out an impressive semi-hard black cock, knelt between Jane's legs and began rubbing the cockhead over her labia and clitoris. When his cock was hard he rammed the full length of it into Jane in one thrust. Jane's moan was muffled by the black cock she was sucking but it was apparent to me from her wide eyes that she was enjoying being fucked.

My attention shifted to Pam and Sammy. He was still standing behind her with his cock inside of her. Without pulling out, he slowly walked her over to the unoccupied bed and they kind of fell onto it. Pam was facing me but was not even the slightest bit aware I was still in the hut. She was lost in the reverie of having Sammy magnificent cock. They ended up Pam's favorite position. Pam was on her belly and Sammy was astride her ass with his dick l inside her pussy working its magic on her G-spot.

I flashed back to the day before, when we made love in that position after our encounter with Winston on the public beach. I had felt her shudder under me as the bottom of my cockhead pressed down on her G-spot. She had shuddered again on the up-stroke as my cock contacted it again. On the next down stroke I had stopped when the rim of my cock was at her G-spot and clenched my sphincter muscle. (Doing that always makes my cock head swell about 20% bigger.) Pam had moaned softly and I had held my position and clenched again. Another louder moan had come from her. I had clenched several more times and Pam had begun to shudder again then she had bucked and moaned, "Fuck me hard! Cum in me! I want your black seed in my womb!"

I lay there in the corner of the hut, hypnotized by the sight of my wife being fucked in that same position. I heard her moaning those same words, "Fuck me hard! Cum in me! I want your black seed in my womb!"

I looked around the room and saw that William was videoing Jane and her newfound fuck buddies. In the background behind him I could see that Sammy was no longer fucking Pam in her favorite position. They were in the doggie position with Pam kneeling on the bed. I saw another Jamaican policeman at the door walking over to Pam unzipping his pants. It was then that I knew that Pam was part of the deal to save Damon and Sammy from arrest. I struggled to get to my feet to stop it, but instead I collapsed back into the corner and blacked out entirely.

I was down for the count this time. I remember very little for the next few hours. I think I may have been semi-conscious once but have only a foggy recollection of hearing Pam and Jane moaning and then nothing until I came to with Pam sitting next to me wiping my swollen face with a cool cloth. I was propped up in the corner where William had left me hours before. I opened my eyes and gazed into Pam's eyes. She looked relieved and said, "Wake up sleepyhead. You have been asleep for hours and you were resting so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up. I tried shaking you, but you didn't wake up. I was about to suck your cock to see if that would do the trick!"

I was still groggy but managed to joke, "I think I should go back to sleep and let you do that!"

I laughed at my own joke and my head started to throb. I groaned and put my hand on the right side of my forehead and winced as I touched an open bruise. Pam took my hand away and replaced it with the cool wet cloth. She kissed my cheek tenderly and said, "Thank you for trying to save me!"

"I wish I could have!"

I was about to ask her if she was OK when William came over and asked, "I hope you are feeling up to going back to the Sandals. Last night I arranged for a car to come at ten thirty."

I looked at my watch and it was nine o'clock and I answered without looking at Pam, "I'll be OK by then. Let's get back."

"Are you sure? You were out cold less than five minutes ago. Maybe we should wait for a little while?" Pam responded, "Besides, I am a mess, and I don't want to be seen in public looking like this."

Since I had only regained consciousness a few minutes before, I had only seen Pam's face. I took a good look at Pam and thought to myself, "She is a mess. Her chest is sandy brown from lying on the floor. Look at those splotches and streaks of dark brown on her tits and neck. Sammy must have decorated her with his cum last night. Her hair is all matted with his dried cum. How the hell can a guy have so much cum in his balls."

That is when I remembered what I had seen just before passing out the night before. My mind raced, "Fuck! It isn't all Sammy's cum. How many Jamaican cops used her last night?"

Jane had joined Pam and William and me and she was holding two beach bags, ours and another one. She looked at Pam and said, "We both need to get presentable. There is a beach shower you can use." Jane winked and added, "You should have showered with me at the tattoo tent but Sammy was too busy reclaiming you. "

Pam gave me a quick kiss and stood up. She took our beach bag from Jane and they both turned around and walked across the hut an out the door. As they did I got another surprise, Pam and Jane had matching Queen of Spades tramp stamp tattoos. I must have had an anxious look on my battered face because William, "Don't fret mate! Pam's is a temporary. She earned it last night. Sammy got it for her, when we took Jane to get her permanent one."

"While I was out cold?" I asked.

"Yeah! You were snoring away when we left. We just got back from the tattoo tent, when Pam woke you up."

"Now she has two tattoos, that black rooster above her pussy and the Queen of Spades on the small of her back." I commented.

William commented with a bit of a sarcastic tone, "That black rooster right above her landing strip arrow was a big hit with Winston and his gang and the Jamaican Police. They did their best to put their black cocks where the arrow pointed. Pam had a lot of fun teasing them by thrusting her hips to show it off to each guy before he fucked her. Pam sure seemed like it wasn't her first time with BBCs."

I was a mass of emotion when I heard that. "Holy shit! What happened while I was passed out last night; Winston and his men, Jamaican Police?"

"Let's just say that a good time was had by all! I have most of it here on my trusty Hi8. You can see for yourself later on."

I was more than a little upset. I almost lost it. In my mind I thought Pam was raped, that she had resisted what I thought were brutal attacks so I was completely unprepared when William said," A good time was had by all."

I decided I needed to cool it. It wasn't William I should be mad at. Still, what did he mean by the comment about it seemed like it wasn't her first time with BBCs. As far as I knew Pam had had three or four BBCs before then, but William's comment made it seem like she was as much a BBC slut as Jane. I asked, "What made you think Pam had a lot of experience with BBCs. I only know of three or four times and those were many years ago."

"She just seemed to be enjoying it so much. Some things she said to them. A couple times she blurted out what seemed to be some guy's name that I could not make out."

"Dayo!"

"Yes! That is it! Do yuh know who he is?"

"Uh huh! Over 20 years ago Pam was in love with Dayo's huge black cock. He was Nigerian grad student at the same University she was attending. She was head over heels in love. She told me he fucked her at least twice a day for almost three months until his student visa expired."

"That explains why she kept saying to Winston, 'You make me feel like Dayo did.' Did Pam ever tell you how big Dayo was?"

"Yeah! She said he was over 12 inches. She said she would have gone back to Africa with him if she had a passport."

William could only whistle his admiration.

For some reason, my mind shifted from what Pam endured or maybe I should say enjoyed, to her tattoos. I remembered that when we got to the party area, William mentioned that Jane had tried out several temporary tattoos on various places on her body. I was beginning to get concerned with what people would say if they saw her rooster and queen of spades. I asked William, "What did your friends back in the UK say when they saw those temporary tats?"

"The first couple of times Jane removed her cheap temporary tats before we left Hedo, but then she started getting semi-permanent ones, mostly in areas that would be covered by her underwear. The last couple of times she got braver and tried semi-permanent ones, one on her left ankle and the other a tramp stamp just like Pam's. Both were 'Queens of Spades' and her friends asked her about them. She told most of them that I made her get them to remind us of the royal flush in spades I got in draw poker at the casino when my draw card was the queen of spades, but I think that a few know what it really means."

"Did they draw any comments when you and Jane were out at pubs?"

William laughed, "I did notice that almost all the black blokes at the bars were extra nice to us; always asking Jane to dance with them."

"Did she bring any of them home with you? I asked jokingly not expecting William to say yes.

"Quite a few!"

I was dying to hear about some of them but decided not to ask. I was relieved when I had heard William say that that the cheap temporary tattoos were removable but then I thought to myself, "Knowing Pam she would never get something cheap and her new tramp stamp looks every bit as permanent as Jane's. I wonder about the rooster."

"How hard is it to remove the semi-permanent ones?"

"Don't know, Jane let them wear off. It took three weeks for the ankle one and almost two months for the one on her back. Then he added, "The black guys at the pub did not get to see that one unless they got to come home with us."

I laughed and asked, "Did anyone else except them get to see that one?"

"Only her girlfriends that she has Pub Crawls with. Jane has some slutty dresses that are cut very low in front and in back. When she wears one of those to a pub crawl with them, I know she won't be coming home until the wee hours of the morning, if she comes home at all that night."

"Are those the ones she comes down here with when you don't?"

"Yeah! They call them pub crawls but most of the time they only actually go to one pub, the one all the Jamaicans go to."

"Jane's friends have jungle fever too.?"

"Jane says there are only two types of women; those that love big back cocks and those who haven't had it yet"

We both had a good laugh and William asked, "Wanna go to the beach shower and clean up?"

"Yeah. Will we have time before our car gets here?"

"We should if Pam and Jane are done."

William helped me up and I was still a little woozy. He looked at me, "Here! Put your arm over my shoulder and I will support you until your legs are steadier."

I did as he suggested and as we made our way out of the hut toward the shower, my sense of balance returned and by the time we got to the open-air shower stall, I could stand on my own. Pam and Jane were nowhere to be seen. I assumed they were shopping in the tent area.

I took off my shorts and shirt. (I could not remember putting them back after my short interlude of nudity with Sammy and Pam before I passed out.) I got in the shower and the salt water was cool but refreshing except for when it hit the open bruises on my face. It stung for a few minutes, but I got used to it. There was only a sliver of perfumed soap and no shampoo so I did the best I could to lather up. When I was done, I realized that there were no towels, and I had no clean clothes to put on. Then I remembered that Pam had packed towels and a swimsuit and t-shirt but they were in the beach bag with Pam.

I came out of the shower and Pam was standing there still naked and as dirty as she was when she left the hut. It was obvious she had been distracted from taking her shower. She looked timid and explained, "Sammy was leaving and I had to say thank you for last night."

William asked Pam, "Where is Jane?"

"Still thanking Damon and Yvonne. Sammy had to get back to Sandals to start his shift at the Pool Bar." Pam answered.

Judging from wet sand on her knees and the fresh cum on her face, neck and hair, Pam must have thanked Sammy profusely. I should have been humiliated for my wife to be wearing another guy's cum. Instead, I was hard as a rock, albeit a little pissed off that I didn't get to see her send Sammy back to work with empty balls. I was caught up in the moment and took her in my arms and kissed her. I could taste the cum in her mouth even though she had undoubtedly swallowed it a few minutes before. When I broke off the kiss she said, "I love you so much I need to thank you too."

She sank to her knees and licked the rim of my cock and was about to put the head in her mouth when William interrupted, "Need I remind you both that the car will be here at ten thirty and it is almost ten."

Pam looked both disappointed and dismayed that William was there and the magic of the moment was gone as she stood up and rushed into the shower stall. She turned on the water and asked me to get the soap, her shampoo, conditioner and towel out of the beach bag. Usually, it takes Pam an hour to take a shower, primp herself and dress. I wondered how she could do it in half the time. I decided I would stay close so I could help if she needed it.

After about 3 minutes, I heard her mutter, "Those bastards got cum in my hair. I will never be able to get it out. I will have to finish when we get back to Sandals."

Five minutes later she asked if I could wash her back. For some reason I was still naked so I walked into the stall with her and she handed me her soap and said, "Be careful of my tattoo, Sammy wants all the staff at Sandals to see that I have been having fun."

I lathered all around it paying close attention to her ass. As I washed her ass cheeks, I noticed several distinct handprints where she had been spanked. There were different sized hand marks, so several different men had administered punishment the previous night. I wondered, "Which of these is Winston's? Which of these is Sammy's? Who else whacked her ass?

I started to try to push my still rock-hard cock into her pussy from behind but Pam protested and said, "I would love to fuck right now but I really don't want to get stuck in this god forsaken place. Let's wait till we get back to our suite!"

For the second time in ten minutes, she made me stop. I was pissed and let her know, "So you did not mind being in this god forsaken place while you were 'thanking Sammy', but I am not worth the sacrifice."

All she said in response to my complaint was, "That's different" and went out of the shower to dry off.

I looked at my watch and it was ten fifteen. We still had 15 minutes. It took about 2 minutes for me to put on the swimsuit and t-shirt that were in the beach bag and comb my hair with Pam's hairbrush, and stuff my filthy clothes in the bag I ran back to the hut to make sure Pam had not left anything there.

Pam had decided to put the white crochet bikini on and the yellow sundress from dinner the night before over it. She said, "This looks too lumpy."

I showed her my watch. It was ten twenty-five. She stripped off the yellow sundress as fast as she could, folded it and put it back in the beach bag. In less than 2 minutes I was rushing to meet William and Jane in the tent area and Pam was right behind me. We arrived there to find only William waiting for us. The car was not there yet, and William was a little irritated, "I guess, or driver will be here at 10:30 Jamaica time. That means he will get here when he gets here, but not before 10:30. Jane always tells me that, but I never listen. She is with Damon and Yolanda in Tent 4, the novelty tent. I will wait here, if you two want to browse and shop."

Pam said, "That would be nice. I saw some interesting things when Sammy and I were there last night. Let's go over and I will show you."

Pam didn't wait for me to agree. I got my wallet out of the beach bag, put it in the left hip pocket of my swim suit and followed her to the novelty tent. Pam did not seem to be able to walk very fast and was only about 15 feet ahead of me. I had not really seen that view of Pam's white bikini before and was struck by how little of her ass and back the bottoms covered. The white crochet highlighted her new Queen of Spades! She had been right two days before when she said when she wore that suit, it would be kike her screaming, "FUCK ME!"

When we walked into the tent, no one else was there except Jane, Yvonne and Damon and a slender, young black girl who was ringing up their purchases. Pam walked up to them and asked, "Which one did you buy?"

Jane showed her a stainless-steel cock cage and said, "I hope little Willie likes it! He will be wearing it most of the time and here's a silver necklace for the key. Damon says we will have a cuckold key ceremony tonight and he will lock Willie's willy in it and give me the key. Are you here to buy one for Spike? Maybe we can have a two-cuckold ceremony."

I was very startled when I heard that and wondered, "Pam has known her for two days and she has already told Jane her pet name for my dick! What other secrets has she told her?"

Pam joked. "Joe and I aren't ready for that yet. Maybe next year we can stay at Hedo and do it then."

I breathed a sigh of relief when Pam said we weren't ready for that, but the tension returned as soon as she mentioned staying at Hedo next year. We left the three of them and Pam steered me to the dildo section. She showed me a huge black rubber dildo and said, "Sammy and I were in her last night while Jane was getting her tattoo, and he told me that Winston is the model for this one."

I cringed at the sheer size of the thing. "Would you like to buy it as a remembrance of last night?" I asked very sarcastically unable to hide my disgust with the bastard.

Pam's eyes teared up at my suggestion. "I like this one better and she picked up an even bigger dildo, this one had an uncircumcised head. It looks just like Dayo's. Can we buy it?"

I was so relieved that Pam didn't want the Winston replica that I agreed. She handed the monster fake black cock to me, and I looked around and was glad there were no other customers to see me carrying it around. We walked around a little until she stopped in front of the anklet charms. She picked out a small silver heart, and then a miniature black rooster like the tattoo she had on her belly above her landing strip/ arrow. She smiled at me and said, "I hope we have time for you to put these on my anklet before our ride gets here, if not I want you to get them attached while we are in the car."

It seemed like our relationship was changing. For more than 13 years Pam had been very reserved about her sexuality; acting almost like a church lady in public but like a slut in bed. I remembered the first time we met. It was at a speakers' breakfast at a technical conference in DC. I was substituting as a session chairman. Pam was one of the speakers at the session. She wore a frilly long-sleeved white blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck and a long gray wool skirt that went to mid-calf and black two inch heeled office shoes. The only skin visible was her face with a bare minimum of make-up, her hands, and the 10 inches of her legs that were covered by sheer black nylons or pantyhose. Her shoulder length brown hair was done in a curly perm hairdo that looked like she had got out of the shower and just brushed it out. I remember wondering to myself, "Is she a nun in street clothes?"

It wasn't until 6 months later that I was to find that she was hiding a Playboy Playmate quality body. I asked her why she covered herself when she was so pretty and she said, "I used to wear more attractive clothes at my former job but I was getting hit on all the time by married guys. When I got this job I decided I didn't need that."

The beach party seemed to have awakened a hidden exhibitionist streak. Not only had she pranced around without a stitch of clothing during the party and afterwards, but she had picked the most revealing of the three (yes three) bikinis in the beach bag to wear on the ride back to Sandals. Not only was she showing off her body, but she was also flaunting her newfound love of black cock. A few days earlier, she was an aloof prude who would not even think of drawing the attention of the Jamaican males. This morning, she was sporting tattoos and an anklet advertising that she craved sex with them.

I could not help wondering if there was something in Jamaica's air that made unbridled sex seem so natural. I marveled at the change in Pam and then I realized there had also been a change in me. Those same few days before I had a secret fantasy, but I never thought I would actually relish it becoming part of my life. Today I was about to make it more obvious to the local Jamaican Lotharios that my wife craved them.

As we walked toward the cash register we passed through the t-shirt area. I remembered that the night before, William had said you could have a t-shirt made with picture of your wife fucking her black guy on the front or back. Pam looked at me and said, "Sammy and I are having our own personal t-shirts made. They are delivering them to Sandals this afternoon."

I stopped dead in my tracks and my jaw dropped. We were passing a table where two Jamaican women were printing a T-shirt. It was a black and white image of Sammy and Pam in the wheel barrel race. I could not make out either of their faces but in the center of the picture was the black rooster and Pam's landing-strip arrow pointing at half of Sammy's huge cock half in her pussy. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could see the bend of his cock because of the position Pam was in.

Pam had walked ahead and turned around when she realized I wasn't behind her. She beckoned with her finger for me to proceed but my feet were glued to the ground as I gazed around and saw a dozen t-shirts with the same image drying on racks. Pam walked over and glanced at the drying shirts. Then she did a double take, "Oh my god! That's me and Sammy last night, isn't it?"

"Yes! Your Black Rooster and Landing strip arrow are about to become a fashion fad. I think we need to buy the first two. Not to mention that the wheel barrel race at the party will never be the same again."

When we got to the cash register I asked, "Could we have two extra large t-shirts like the ones hanging there."

The girl giggled, "They may not be dry yet." Then recognizing Pam she added, "We can deliver them this afternoon with the two custom shirts you ordered earlier."

Pam blushed as did I because I knew that the girl knew my wife was fucking a big black guy. I couldn't help but wonder if she also knew that my wife was the woman in their newest best seller shirt.

Almost as soon as we paid for our dildo, shirts and charms, Jane appeared and announced, "The car has arrived." And she looked at the dozens of t-shirts. She whistled lustily and told Pam, "You and Sammy will be lifestyle legends on the island by tomorrow."

Pam smiled her sexiest smile. "Thank Joe. He said that every guy on the Island would get the idea if I had the arrowhead at the end of my landing strip! And thank you for suggesting the Black Rooster Tattoo!"

I looked around and saw William motioning for us to hurry. We rushed to the car to find a small Toyota with a very large Jamaican woman driver. One of us would have to sit in front, while three would try to squeeze in the back seat. William took the front seat and Pam got in the middle in back with Jane and me.

The ride to the party was about 15 minutes and I expected that we would only be in the car for a short time but as luck would have it the road back into Negril was restricted to one lane and we waited for half an hour for our lane to open.

The woman driver, Jane and William got out of the car but Pam asked me to attach her charms while we were waiting, We fished around in the beach bag and found the charms and after a few minutes trying to open the clasp on the heart I was able to open it and attach it about an inch from the queen of spades charm. The clasp on the black rooster opened very easily and a few seconds later I had it attached next to the heart. There would be no calling this anklet, "Just an anklet! No special meaning." By wearing it Pam was proclaiming to all who saw her, "I am a Queen of Spades! I love Black Cock!"

We got out of the car and Pam showed it to Jane and the driver. They both smiled and Jane said, "You are now officially a Black Cock Slut like me and Annette. Did you buy anything else at the novelty tent?"

Pam said let me show you and went back to the car to get her new dildo. "You remember I told you about Dayo the biggest and best cock I ever had. This is exactly what it looked like. See how long and thick it is; bigger than Sammy and bigger even than Winston, but uncut."

"May I see that a minute?"

"Sure! Here!"

Jane took the dildo and positioned it on her body so the balls of the dildo were touching her mound. The head of the dildo was into her rib cage. She smiled at Pam. "Did he ever have the whole thing inside you?"

"Yes, after a couple of days he was able to stretch me enough to get it all inside. I still don't know where it all went inside of me, but I could feel his balls touching my ass. I could not stop cumming."

The driver saw the cars at the front of our line start to move and said, "We need to get back in the car!"

We got in the car and Pam invited William and Jane to our suite for lunch. There was a slight problem because neither of them had a stitch of clothes on or even with them and Sandals had a no nudity policy except on the beach. Pam reached into our beach bag and handed Jane her pink bikini and gave William the Hawaiian shirt and shorts that I had worn to dinner the night before. Jane spilled out of the bikini top and the bottoms were about a size to small and my clothes were almost two sizes too large for William but at least they were both at least covered enough to get from the front lobby to our suite. We all agreed to get naked when we got there. We were soon back at Sandals

I paid the driver, and we all got out and hurried to our suite. Once there both Pam and Jane went through the bedroom to the oversize bathroom to freshen up. William went over to the TV and VCR. He said, "At the hut you were very interested in what was going on while you were out of it last night. I have a lot of it on my camcorder. Do you still want to see?"

"Do you think I should?"

"If you don't, you will wonder for the rest of your life. You might imagine a lot worse than the reality."

"You're right! I guess I should see what actually happened."