Hawaii is still the single most beautiful state of the fifty United States. It's a paradise consisting of a series of islands, the largest of which is Oahu. Tourism is probably the biggest industry in Hawaii. Not that the Hawaiians don't have other large industries. Their pineapple industry is the largest and finest in the world, and they have a cocoanut industry, a rubber industry, and many other large, moneymaking propositions. Still, because people from the mainland ache to see Hawaii so much, tourism is their largest industry, and they have exploited it in a magnificent manner with sights to see and places to go, many of which the average person living in Hawaii has yet to look at. But then, how many New Yorkers have gone to the Statue of Liberty, and how many Californians have visited a movie studio?
The tour guide industry in Hawaii was extremely profitable, what with all the beautiful girls hired to escort and usher people around Oahu, showing them all the sights and, for a small consideration on the side from prominent shop owners, showing them so-called out-of-the-way places to buy things where the "average tourist" seldom went. The shoppers were happy, the shop owners were overjoyed, and the tour guides were more than content with the additional stipend they earned on top of the money they were paid, and the tips they got from the tourists.
Such a tour guide was Lynn Kaneha, one of the few pure-blooded Polynesian girls working for OAHU TOURS. Now twenty-five, Lynn had been working for the same company for four years, ever since she had been graduated from Honolulu University. She hadn't majored in anything SPECIFIC, and when she FINALLY did receive her degree, she had been confused as to what to do. A girl friend had suggested that while she contemplate what to make her permanent life's work, she might consider becoming a tour guide for awhile. It would at least bring in much-needed money, and even though the initial salary was nothing fantastic, between the tips and the payoffs by the different store owners, she would be able to put aside a goodly amount. Eventually, she would be able to do something else, something she truly wanted, but by then she would have some cash to cushion her.
Lynn agreed, and for four years worked for Simon Sumatsu's Tour Company, guiding people around the island. It was her job to lead groups of ten to twenty people on full week tours, showing them all the worthwhile islands, taking them to countless shopping places, showing off the delightful sights of Hawaii. Each tour was a week-long affair, and though people within the tour group had the right to go off and do some shopping on their own, they all initially traveled as a group, meeting every morning in the lobby of the hotel, taking the same bus, and always with the same guide.
It was the women who did most of the shopping, and the men were always trying to proposition the tour guides. Lynn noticed the married men tried harder than the singles.
Though the new morality had reached Hawaii a long time ago, Lynn was an old-fashioned girl. She went on dates with single men, mostly airline pilots, and she allowed a little fooling around, even indulging in heavy petting, but somehow she managed to keep her virginity in tact. Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, she took the Pill ... just in case.
Lynn was quite tall for a Polynesian girl. She had a healthy tan with dark, almost black, limpid eyes, a nose slightly thinner than most Polynesians, and sensuously alluring full lips. She had an unusually large bust development for a Polynesian girl, most of whom were noted for their petite figures. Her waist was narrow enough, but she had trim hips. Constant exercise and movement at her job kept her from developing a large behind. Her legs were very long, and under the mini-skirt of her green tour guide uniform, they looked like two tan, slender pillars. Because Hawaii was so pleasantly warm, she was not required to wear stockings or pantyhose, and in fact wore sandals on her bare feet. Other than that, her uniform was almost something worn by a stewardess. White blouse, green skirt and green vest to match. The blouse was open at the collar, since the girls had to be comfortable while performing their duties. Un-like stewardesses or nurses, they were simply not required to wear caps, for which Lynn was eternally grateful. Her long, black hair trailed halfway to her waist, giving her round, girlish face the appearance of childish innocence. It was this look of innocence that kept the horny men chasing after her for four years, and though she loved being chased, she had never gone out with any tour customers.
Lynn had come to enjoy being a tour guide very much. She was earning good money, and would have had a nice bank account by now had she not sent some of her money to her parents to help them. As the years passed, she came to realize that this would be her job until she was finally lucky enough to marry. Oh yes, one had to be lucky to marry correctly, and Lynn was not going to settle for anything less than the perfect husband. The perfect husband had to be a man she loved, but equally important, he had to have enough money. Lynn had been born to poverty, had only gone to the university because she had been smart enough to get a full scholarship, and having tasted what it was like to have a little money, would not marry until she found a man with a lot of it.
To look at Lynn and to listen to her talk when she was not guiding tourists, one would think of her as a dizzy-headed brunette. Nothing was further from the truth. Lynn Kaneha had planned her life, and now she would live her plan.
So she thought until one fateful day in late August.
CHAPTER TWO
She was at the airport as usual that Friday, seeing off a group of tourists, then getting ready for the next group. She would be allowed a couple days off in the middle of the week, usually Tuesday and Wednesday, and the other girl with her, Mariko, who was Japanese, being relatively new, had to settle for Monday and either Thursday or Friday. Usually Mariko took Thursday, since she wanted to be on hand Friday, when the tourists left, and they gave the girls tips. Too, Mariko, unlike Lynn, didn't mind dating certain male tourists, even the married ones, because she discovered these were the ones who tipped the most, especially when their wives were shopping.
The flight to the mainland had just departed, and Lynn was counting up her tips, noting it had been a good week. The tips came to better than three-hundred dollars. This, added to the hundred-and-forty seven dollars and fifty-six cents, after taxes that she took home, helped make things quite comfortable for her. She was able to send her parents a hundred-and twenty dollars this week.
The amounts would vary weekly, depending on the tips she received, and her parents were more than grateful for what little money she sent them. They never complained and whined the way many parents did, nor did they ever ask for more.
She had tucked her wallet into her shoulder bag, keeping the flap of the bag turned in, aware of the pickpockets who worked the airport, when Mariko announced the new plane from the mainland was landing. The huge jetliner set down, and she and Mariko stood beside the open train of five empty cars, looking very much like the little vehicles used at Walt Disney World to transport the people to and from the parking lot. There was a large sign held up by two posts in the front vehicle, that read OAHU TOURS. She already had a list of the names and addresses of various people who would be part of the tour group. The addresses were just in case the tourists lost anything, the girls would be able to return the lost item.
There were, as usual, ten married couples. Single men almost never took a tour, preferring to see the island by themselves at a much more leisurely pace. Once the plane began unloading, Lynn gave instructions to the boy who was with Mariko and herself to see to the luggage of the people whose names were on the list. Usually the luggage was loaded into the rear van before all ten couples got to them.
There were the USUAL people, most of them in their late thirties to middle sixties, the men pot-bellied and overweight for the most part, and the women dumpy imitations of what they had been when they had gotten married. It was obvious from the looks in the eyes of the women their main concern was to see how much of their husbands' money they'd be able to spend without bankrupting the men. It was equally obvious the men were bored and had come merely to shut their wives up. Naturally, on seeing Mariko and Lynn, their interests were finally focused on lust, pure and simple.
During the ride to the hotel, nothing untoward happened, but in the hotel, while the women were looking the place up and down, the first men to register had to wait while the others did so, and they were already whispering propositions to the two lady tour guides. Mariko giggled without making any other comment, letting the men know she might be interested on her days off. Lynn, on the other hand, said absolutely NOTHING.
The tour guides worked during the day, but during the evenings they were on their own, and after getting the new tourists checked into the hotel, Lynn informed them Friday was the day for them to relax and enjoy the hotel's facilities. She would be back tomorrow morning, Saturday, at nine-thirty, to begin the tour of the island.
It was while Mariko was off to the side, talking to a group of the women, that a small, Eurasian man approached Lynn and said, "Miss Kaneha, I am Bhin Sumatsu. My brother owns OAHU TOURS. I live on the mainland, in the east. I and my wife have come here to forget a business failure. My wife will be with some of her own relatives much of the time, but I chose to stay with the tour because of you."
"Because of me?" she asked, somewhat surprised.
"Yes," the small, weasel-faced man nodded.
His dark skin was even more swarthy than her own, and he was perspiring profusely. He had black, stringy hair, and it was obvious from the two indentations, one on each side of his nose, that he usually wore glasses. His yellowed teeth were somewhat uneven, and he wore tight-fitting blue jeans and a white shirt open at the collar.
"I don't understand," Lynn told him.
"My brother came to the mainland some weeks ago, brining with him photographs of the many young women who work for him. He was trying to cheer me up, knowing my business was about to go under, and he promised me the pick of his young women should I and my wife come out here on vacation."
"The pick of..."
"For SEXUAL reasons," Bhin nodded. "I selected YOU."
"Well I hate to disappoint you, Mr. Sumatsu, but I don't just ... "
"You will be well-compensated, of course," Bhin told her. "My brother told me to offer you five-hundred dollars which he, himself gave to me. He said you might be somewhat reticent, but that enough money would convince you..."
"I told you, I'm not THAT kind of woman," Lynn insisted, her voice soft but strong. "I don't do things like that."
"Everyone does things like that," Bhin told her. "You, dear lady, are no different. I am told you support two parents, both of whom are very old. You were a change-of-life child. Jobs are very scarce here in Hawaii."
"I beg your pardon..."
"What I am trying to tell you. Miss Kaneha, is that if you do not accede to my wishes, you will be summarily fired, and it might be some time before you can find another job. How will you then be able to support your parents?"
"That's a contemptible thing to say," Lynn insisted.
"I am a contemptible person," Bhin admitted. "I am not interested in your opinion of me. I am solely interested in your body. I intend making use of it tonight."
"Tonight?" she gasped.
"Precisely. I know not what other plans you may have, but cancel them. My wife will be with some cousins of hers, and I, supposedly will be with my brother. In reality, you and I will be together at a small villa owned by my brother. We will be alone. Rest assured. Miss Kaneha, I want privacy as much as you. Do not tell me you will not meet with me in front of the hotel at eight o'clock. Do not argue with me. Just be here."
Lynn had no intention of letting Bhin Sumatsu ravish her body, but she had been unable to tell him as much that late afternoon. He had walked away after talking with her, and she knew the Sumatsu family was a closely knit group of Burmese who had come to Hawaii some fifty years earlier. From nothing, they had built themselves up and they were proud of it. Simon Sumatsu was always boasting at staff meetings about how well his family had done. He was prouder of himself than anyone else, since he was the most successful of the five Sumatsu grandsons. Anyone daring to so much as hint that he had gotten where he was by means of payoffs and extortion would, one way or another, rue it. If that someone was an employee of one of Simon Sumatsu's companies, the man immediately had that individual summarily fired. Lynn knew full well it would be impossible to talk to Simon and tell him she would not allow his brother to dishonor her body, if for no other reason than Simon's belief that her body was being honored by being merged with that of a member of the Sumatsu family. In point of fact, he would have been grossly insulted if she had refused his brother outright, and he would be almost as insulted were he to learn she took contraceptive pills to prevent the bastard child of a Sumatsu from being born.
If there was no other way open to her, Lynn would have to meet with Bhin Sumatsu again that evening at the appointed hour and let him know she would not let him simply make use of her body. She would return the five-hundred dollars he had stuffed in her shoulder bag, and she would reason with him, convincing him it just wasn't right for him to do what he was contemplating. She was certain he would listen to reason.
CHAPTER THREE
That evening, wearing a white, knee-length island dress of white cotton with a green print on it, and a little white cape to cover her upper bare shoulders, Lynn returned to the hotel. She had coiled her hair up on her head in case she might see any of the other tourists. This way, she hoped they wouldn't recognize her.
Bhin Sumatsu didn't recognize her when he first saw her, and she had to speak to him before it dawned on him who she was. He was wearing a tan business suit and a white shirt open at the collar.
"Ah, Miss Kaneha, I did not recognize you," he said, smiling his affable evil smile. "Indeed, you were most wise to change your appearance so we would not be noticed by other people from the tour. Come this way, please."
"Please, Mr. Sumatsu," she insisted, not moving even though he was trying to tug her by the elbow toward the hotel parking lot. "I want you to understand, I didn't come here to do what you wanted me to do. I was hoping to reason with you and make you understand. I am twenty-five years-old and I'm still a virgin. I intend to remain that way until I meet the man I will someday marry."
"A virgin?" he asked, making clucking sounds. "This is UNHEARD OF in a woman twenty-five-years old and older. Why no man expects his bride to be a virgin at your age. You'll be a disappointment to your husband, Miss Kaneha, if you do not allow yourself to gain some previous experience. It seems I have come along just in time to save you from yourself."
"Mr. Sumatsu, I do not want ... "
"Surely you are not going to tell me you do not want to be touched by a Sumatsu," he warned.
"Mr. Sumatsu," she insided. "I'm not really ... uhhh ... worthy of such an honor," she told him. "I mean, there are so many other young ladies who would appreciate you so much more than I..."
"We shall have a drink first," he told her, leading her to the Cadillac Seville his brother had loaned him while he was here, on the island. "It is not good for two people to talk without sharing a friendly drink.
Without thinking, Lynn allowed herself to be ushered into the car, and then Bhin was behind the wheel, driving off. He drove into the hills, into the suburban area of Oahu, where each house had hundreds of acres of land. Lynn sat there, trembling, frightened, knowing this little brown man was intent on having his way. She was equally certain she would not let him have his way, and as a result she started thinking of other possible jobs she might try. She had always wanted to be an airline hostess, but the one local airline had a waiting list of girls two years long. She would never be able to wait that long. Her poor parents needed money badly. Her father, who worked at various jobs, depending on the season, never made very much money. Although her parents had never asked her for money, she knew they were dependent on her for much of their support. Being a waitress in a good restaurant was impossible. The pay was small and the tips smaller. Working in a bar would have been out of the question. Lynn knew she would lose a lot more than her virginity in a bar. She would lose her total self-respect.
The car pulled up before a large, flat-roofed house, and Bhin pocketed the car keys, smiling as always, saying, "You see, Miss Lynn..." he was using her first name now, ". . . we are already here. Come, we shall go inside, have a friendly drink, and discuss this at greater length. Yes?"
Shrugging, Lynn got out of the car. It would have been foolish to ARGUE with the man, now. He used another key to open the front door and led her into the lavish mansion. It was obvious the place was a sort of retreat for the members of the Sumatsu Family, though at the moment it appeared empty. Nevertheless, everything was clean and dusted, and there was a light on in the large front hallway.
Bhin led the trembling girl through the hallway into the huge, almost round, palatial guest room that is, a room for entertaining guests. There were cushions artfully tossed all over the floor, and in the middle of the room was a very low table on which sat a bottle of wine. Two glasses were near the bottle.
Lynn sat on a large red cushion, noting the walls of the room were dark. She waited while Bhin Sumatsu poured drinks for both of them, handed her a glass, then held his own up in a toast, saying, "To a close understanding between us, Miss Lynn. My brother has asked me to let you know that since you agreed to everything so affably..."
"I AGREED to everything?" she asked.
"Yes, of course. I informed him you were most anxious to make love with a member of the Sumatsu Family," he told her, and she realized that whatever she might say to contradict the man wouldn't be heard. He was purposely ignoring her protestations, hearing only what he wanted to hear.
"At any rate," he continued, "my brother, realizing you felt signally honored by being chosen by me, has raised your salary an extra twenty dollars a week. You understand this raise is not something you should expect each time you sleep with a Sumatsu. However, this first time, since you understand how you are being honored, your understanding ought to be rewarded. It MUST be, in fact.
There was a panel of buttons built into the small table, and Bhin Sumatsu pressed one of them. The walls lit up, revealing all kinds of erotic Burmese paintings. Every one of them dealt with one kind of fornication or other.
Lynn jumped, almost as if she had been struck. This was something she hadn't expected to see, and it had taken her totally by surprise.
"Ah, you are surprised and delighted at seeing such wonderful pictures," Bhin said, tossing off his drink and putting the glass down. Lynn, without touching hers, also put the glass down. His smile was a twisted thing as he looked at her and exclaimed, "Your pride need not be insulted. I know how much you wish to be part of that which you see etched into our family walls. Your body shall now know what it means to be blessed with the entrance of part of my own body. I do not believe in disappointing young ladies."
Bhin rose to his feet and hurriedly shed his clothing, standing nakedly before her, letting her see his small, almost inadequate penis. Yet he behaved as if he were proud of it. As far as he was concerned, it was longer than the longest, bigger than the biggest, and thicker than the thickest. . Lynn stiffened, her face draining of color, her cheeks almost white under her naturally tan flesh. Her mouth opened to speak, but she was only able to emit a strangled, horrified sound. It was a noise she didn't even recognize as coming from her.
The whole world seemed topsy-turvy to her.
This was crazy! This imp of a man, a man who stood two inches shorter than herself, was waggling his penis before her, letting her know he expected her to simply undress, lie back, and let him bury his full length in her shuddering body. Lynn felt a wave of dizziness pass over her as the little man laughed a vilely obscene cackle. He disgusted her, and yet she also felt hurt. Her own pride had been wounded, because this man, like his male ancestors for hundreds of years before him, thought of women as CHATTEL, to be used only at a man's convenience. She felt somehow wounded, but she felt something else. It wasn't the man, but rather all the pictures on the walls. The erotic scenes caused all kinds of butterfly-like sensations to flit through her quivering belly. It was a feeling she had once had not too long ago when she was sitting in a restaurant with a handsome airline captain who had suggested she come to his apartment with him. There had been good reason for the butterflies on that particular day, for even though her virgo had remained intact, he had made mad, passionate love to her with his mouth that had set sexual fireworks off in her body. She had reciprocated by satisfying him manually. He had wanted her to do it orally, but that was something she had never done with a man before.
Grabbing the glass of wine liqueur, she suddenly tossed it down, and liquid fire seeped into her belly. She looked from one erotic picture to another, remembering how that man's penis had felt in her hand, and the butterflies in her belly began to get stronger. She realized that the drink was aphrodisiacal.
All kinds of marvelous, exciting feelings shuddered through her quivering form, and her remembrances of her night with that airline captain were arousing her in spite of herself. From the look in the hideous man's eyes, he was certain his own nakedness was what caused the desire to build in her. The pompous ass-hole!
This was wrong, ALL WRONG, and she ached to say as much to Bhin Sumatsu. She wanted to protest that she was entertaining no lascivious thoughts about his ridiculous body whatsoever. But the image of the handsome airline captain had merged with that of Bhin Sumatsu, and now she was totally unsure. Her body was suddenly aching for some of the satisfaction she had received from that airline captain, and she wondered if a man like Bhin Sumatsu would consider doing something like that. What if the aversion she felt for this man was not really an aversion after all. What if she really felt attracted to him in spite of his skinniness?
"Please ... Mr. Sumatsu..." she gasped. "You must understand ... this is all wrong ... I can't do what you want. I wish to retain my virginal status, even if it costs me my job. There are other jobs, but once my virginity is gone, there is no way to restore it."
The mere thought of rejection at this point made Bhin Sumatsu snarl viciously at her, and the beautiful Polynesian girl began violently trembling.
"You are not a stupid woman," he said to her. 'There is a waiting period for any decent job here in Hawaii, especially for beautiful young women like yourself. What are you so terrified about? All you are asked is to sacrifice a worthless bit of tissue in your body, a bit of tissue that some other man would rip out of you much more brutally than I. In return for this, you keep the five-hundred dollars and a permanent twenty dollar a week raise. Also, you have been honored by a Sumatsu. Why do you even think of resisting. Miss Lynn? I am certain this is something about which you have been curious for the longest time. Now that curiosity shall be settled, and think how fortunate you are that it shall be settled by a Sumatsu. My brother makes it a foolish policy of never having anything to do with the help, himself, or he would have long ago relieved you of your hymeneal burden. Fortunately for you I am here to do the honors. I shall fuck you with honor. I shall fuck you as my brother would never be able to fuck you, for my penis is so much longer and thicker than his."
Inwardly, Lynn wondered if the little man was telling the truth. If his brother's penis was even smaller than his, then Simon Sumatsu had a penis the size of his pinky. Lynn found that hard to believe. Still, she didn't particularly care.
"Please, Mr. Sumatsu..." she gasped, falling on her back and then rolling to the cushion next to the one on which she was lying. "I just won't let you force me, no matter what the consequences. I still have my pride, and I won't let you take that from me. What kind of a man are you who would force a woman to do something against her will?"
Bhin Sumatsu, on his feet, moved toward where she sat on the next cushion, his body standing neatly between that of Lynn and the way out of the room. He had a defiantly angry look on his evil face as he looked at her tear-stained countenance. She heard the wicked chuckle coming from his throat and a dreadful apprehension overcame her as she realized no matter what she said, this man was intent on ravaging her body. Though he was shorter than she, he was still considerably stronger.
Her hair was now disarrayed as she cowered back into the plump cushions on the floor, looking for some way out. She was whimpering with fright, and it was at that moment that Bhin Sumatsu knelt on the cushion before her, denting it deeply with his knees. Alarm shuddered through her long, willowy form.
"OHHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... DON'T ... don't ... " she pleaded, holding out one hand at arm's length as if to ward off the evilly lecherous little man who kneeled in front of her with the snarling leer on his face. He took her by surprise by not clawing for her, but simply reaching out and taking her extended hand in his.
"You must calm down, Miss Lynn," he told her, his voice a softly insidious whisper. "There is no reason at all for you to become so upset. You are behaving so foolishly. You know full well you wish to be made love to. If, by some mischance, you do not believe this at the moment, I promise you, you will indeed believe it once the two of us proceed."
"No!" she gasped. "Please ... I have never done anything like this with a man. I am not ready for it. Please, Mr. Sumatsu, I will not allow you to do this to me. You can't make me do it! I'll fight you!"
"You will not fight. Miss Lynn," he said, feeling self-confident, moving closer to the semi-supine brunette, his arms circling the beautiful twenty-five-year-old woman, drawing her closer to him. He laughingly ignored her futile struggles and attempts to ward him off. "You will see. Miss Lynn," he told her. "When this is all over, you will be more than pleased that we made love, and if we ever do make love again, it will be because you come to seek me out. First, however, you must be made aware of how pleasurable something like this can be."
All kinds of wild thoughts ran through Lynn's mind. Against the walls of the room, under the erotic art, were all kinds of credenzas. Perhaps, in one of the drawers, she might be able to find a knife or a weapon of some sort to keep this man away from her. But then she realized, if she were to actually stab this man and not kill him, he would find a way to contrive charges against her. If, on the other hand, she did kill him, leaving his body here, his brother would know she was the one who did it and would seek revenge against her. This whole thing had turned into a nightmare.
The thoughts suddenly came to nothing as the lovely Polynesian woman found herself being tightly drawn against the naked, hairless chest of the small, brown-skinned man. He crushed her to him as his powerful arms surrounded her, and his hot, hungry mouth came down in search of hers. Finding her lips, he pressed his own mouth tightly against them, pressing so hard, he was pushing her lips into her teeth, hurting her.
Lynn groaned and found herself struggling, but her struggles were feeble in the arms of this man as, for a sudden panicky moment, she felt his squirming hand pressed hard against the tender fullness of her solid breasts beneath the silky material of the summer dress she was wearing.
Futilely, the horrified beautiful tour guide continued struggling, and then, seeing how useless it all was, allowed herself to go totally limp, surprised at the hungering softness of the horrible man's kissing lips against her own. Once more, fluttering little sensations began running through the depths of her shuddering belly, making her quiver uncontrollably.
"Ah, now, this was not too bad, was it. Miss Lynn?" the man asked, an evil leer continuing to light up his face as his hand kept on stroking the fullness of her swollen breast outside the summer dress. When the cape she was wearing got in the way, he peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it off to the side. "You must learn to relax, Miss Lynn," he told her. "You must let yourself go. You have missed a lot, keeping yourself from men, not permitting your body the use to which it was intended. You are, after all, a most sensuous woman, and it would be a shame for you to keep that body of yours preserved as you do."
The words disturbingly echoed through the beautiful woman's mind as she realized they were almost mirroring her own thoughts. The trapped Polynesian woman was moaning in sheer desperation, now. She realized quite clearly that the aphrodisiac he had given her was working very strongly now, and this, in addition to the wants and needs she had denied her body for so long, made her understand her own physical being was about to betray her. The effects of the wine liqueur had caused her to turn into a bundle of loose, raw nerve-endings. She felt her mind rapidly losing what little control over it she had maintained, before. She was well aware by now that to plead any further would be totally useless.
At this point the beautiful tour guide made no effort to stop her employer's brother as he slipped his hand around the back of her dress and pulled down the zipper. With the dress loose, he was able to slip his hand inside the built-in bra and caress the fullness of her naked breasts. He felt her nipples trembling with desire, and his groping, grasping fingers moved swiftly over the fullness of her dark-brown taut nipples, sending tiny lashing, licking flames of passion through Lynn's satiny flesh. Small needle-points of delicious delight continued wildly racing through the rubbery tip of her full, pliant breast as he continued rolling the delightfully hardened eraser-like surface of one nipple back and forth again and again, moving it maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger.
An obscenely horrid thought began flickering through the shuddering mind of the helpless Polynesian woman as she felt herself continuing to succumb to the coursing desire within her own aching system. She wondered if she would be like this from now on with all men. Would she succumb to other tourists? Now that this man was tearing down all the mental barricades she had set up, was it possible she was going to yield to the blandishments of other married men, the way Mariko did?
The quivering thought sent an odd shiver charging through her entire long form as she felt something akin to actual desire at the mere thought of being possessed by so many men. Why, if she was able to earn extra money with Bhin Sumatsu, there was no telling how much higher her tips would be if she willingly slept with some of the horny men she guided around. She would be discreet of course, and she would be selective. If she was able to put up with Bhin Sumatsu, surely she would be able to put up with the grossest of men. All she had to do was make certain they had money.
MY GOD! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER? WHY WAS SHE THINKING THIS WAY? She was certain her parents would rather see her dead than actually contemplating the use of her body for money.
Looking at the little man who was fondling her bosom, she felt disgust well up inside her. But under that disgust was passion, there was no getting away from it. He looked almost like a little child as he moved his head, bringing his lips down against hers, locking his mouth wetly to her lips. She opened her mouth to protest and was surprised to discover she was thrusting her own tongue forward very sharply in lascivious reply. He sucked on the tongue of his brother's employee, pulling it all the way into his hungry mouth.
Bhin Sumatsu was quite good when it came to titillating women, and right now this particular woman was being titillated, all right. She was responding as he knew she would, and soon her arms were wrapping themselves tightly around his shuddering body, holding him close to her. She was melting into him when he finally whispered to her, "Let us not ruin these lovely clothes of yours. Miss Lynn. It would be wise to remove them."
The whispered sound of the man's words were like a sudden gust of cold wind blowing through her mind and Lynn realized precisely what she was allowing to happen. She was going to permit this man to use her body. She thought of breaking away once again from her employer's brother, of breaking this terrible bond of intimacy that had developed between the two of them. She wanted to run. But even as she thought about it, she wanted to know just where she ought to run to. She was certain she would not even be able to stand on her legs, because they felt as if they had the consistency of jelly. Even if she was able to get up, to where would she run? On foot, Honolulu was a good four or five hours away. There was no one living in this rural area that she knew. If she went to the police all she would be doing was exposing herself to unwanted publicity, and she would lose her job and the money she so badly needed.
She began sobbing softly as Bhin Sumatsu released her and she sat up on the heavy cushion. He was stroking his small penis as if intent on keeping it hard so he'd be able to bury it in her body. Weary from all the struggling, Lynn moved her head limply from side to side in protest. She was still wondering if anyone in the world was her friend. Why wonder? The ANSWER was no! There wasn't a man or a woman in the entire world on whom she would be able to depend.
Suddenly she felt heat blister through her body, as if telling her that if she had no friends in the world, then why should she care what anyone else in the world thought or felt? She ought to make her own morality, and if Bhin Sumatsu was wrong, who was to say the morality she had been taught all her life was right? Her body was telling her it felt physical desire. Even though her eyes rejected this small brown man, her inner self was in need of affection. All Bhin was offering was a physical release, but surely that much was better than the frustration of no release whatsoever.
She looked up at the brown-skinned man, looking at his nakedness, and she realized it was simple for her to accept him or any man for that matter, if she was going to receive a measure of affection from the individual. Lord! She felt so lonely!
Bhin was squatting beside her, and then letting his legs extend themselves alongside her body as his arms reached for her. He embraced her as her hand automatically went up and pressed against the boniness of his flat, hairless chest. His skin was hot and sweaty under her palm as he brought her closer to him, his mouth once again closing over hers, pressing down hard, his tongue sliding between her soft lips, past the barrier of her small, even, white teeth.
Lynn, without realizing it, began sucking on his oral extension, pulling at it with all her might as a baby might suck at a nipple, as if doing so might give her some kind of solace. Unconsciously, the lovely Polynesian woman let her hand slide against the man's bony chest, and her fingertips began rubbing his tiny masculine nipples. Without paying attention to what she was doing, she used her fingertips to squeeze and roll his small male nipples as he had done to her.
Lynn Kaneha shuddered, suddenly very much aware of the little brown man's hand tracing its way up the soft hot flesh of her smooth inner thighs, rubbing the tingling tan flesh, pushing the bottom of her dress back at the same time and letting the cool air in the room wash over her flesh and caress her loins. For a brief moment the young woman's breath caught in her throat as the fingers of her employer's brother slid very gently inside the elastic leg band of her small white bikini panties. The finger moved higher, worming upward, and eventually it touched the ultra-sensitive lips of her hair-covered vagina. He added a second finger to the first, and the two manual digits slipped into her heated wetness and found the soft inner lips, and the fold of membrane at the top of them that enshrined her clitoris.
It was at this moment that memories of all the pleasant things she'd done on dates she'd had with other men came back to her. As surely as if the airline pilots she had dated were standing above her, leering down and tut-tutting her for giving in to this man when she would not surrender herself to them, she shuddered and tried pulling away. They were right. It wasn't fair. She had liked all of them considerably more than she liked this weasel-faced man, and yet she was letting this terrible man have his way with her. Her legs clamped themselves together as she came to life, squirming and wriggling with renewed strength as she did her best to get away from her employer's brother. She had to escape from this shame, somehow. It was time for her to take stock of her life, and if it meant finding another job with less pay for awhile, then perhaps this was what she ought to do. It had come to a point where she felt SHE was the one who should rule her life, and not allow outside influences to control or govern her. She knew it was no longer the need to be loved by all those other men she had refused that moved her away from Bhin Sumatsu. On the contrary, her proximity to this man made her realize he was, in his own way, no worse than any of the others, and she had a feeling of contempt for them as much as for him. It was as if all the things they had done to her orally and manually had been building her up to this. They were as much responsible for what was happening to her as Bhin.
"Damn you!" she cursed at the man. "Damn you to hell! May Pele come and swallow you up! Don't you dare touch me! Don't you dare put hands on me! You may think of yourself as something special because of your name, but I don't think of you in terms of your name. To me, you're just another rotten male animal who has decided to drag me to a spot away from the rest of the world so you can take advantage of me. How many other women do you have ear-marked for this kind of rape, Mr. Sumatsu?"
"Rape?" the little man laughed. "You are the ONLY woman I know of who thinks of this in terms of being raped. I have already spoken with two other tour guides, both of whom I have scheduled for tomorrow and the day after. They're looking forward to this. As a matter-of-fact, the young Japanese girl was so eager to meet with me, I fear she will be the one to rape me. Now, you will behave properly. Miss Lynn, and you will not give me any more troubles."
He was almost angry as he reached out and caught the woman's two wrists and held them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing the sobbing young woman with his skinny little bony body. He lay on top of her, pressing his sleight weight on her until she was totally immobile.
"Please ... don't ... " she pleaded. "You wish to do it the hard way. Miss Lynn, this much is obvious. Therefore, this is the way we shall do it! Hard or easy, we are going to do it, and whether you like it or not, you shall earn that money I gave you as well as the raise my brother will give you."
There was the look of determination in the little brown man's eyes. She struggled with him, pleading, "Don't. . . don't ... "
But all he said was, "I have been most patient with you. Miss Lynn, but the time has come for you to realize men were made physically stronger than woman for a good reason, that reason being to dominate the woman whenever possible. You must learn that you were meant to be ruled, and the sooner you discover this, the happier you will be."
"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... PLEASE ... Mr. Sumatsu, please don't do this to me! Please let me go! Please! If you wish to have your brother fire me, do so, but please let me go!" she begged, hot tears streaming down her cheeks as the man grabbed her roughly and tugged down on her dress, sliding it below her hips so that the voluptuousness of her fully ripe thighs were finally exposed. Her belly looked as evenly tan as the rest of her, and though her breasts were also tan, they were slightly less than breasts were also tan, they were slightly less tan beach. He tugged the dress even harder, and it slid from her thighs, and under her white panties the slightly less tan flesh of her body was now visible. The soft, ebony hair covering her trembling little pussy was plainly visible through the white of the panty crotch.
His hands proceeded to peel away her panties now, exposing the pouting ripeness of her pink cunt lips under the abundance of hair that grew on her pelvis. She saw the way his right hand once again gripped his solid little cock as he came closer to her quivering, whimpering form.
Finally he was forcing his way between her long, lithe legs, spreading the pillars of her softly defenseless tan thighs unmercifully as he proceeded to guide his lust-stiffened member forward. He shoved her legs upward, pushing her knees back, treating her as if she were some helpless store manikin rather than a human being. He used the small, rubbery tip of his throbbing penis to part the pouting, hair-lined lips of the beautiful woman's vagina, as she lay there with her legs unwillingly spread.
Lynn tossed her long, ebony hair wildly about, terror closing in around her as she shut her eyes with a shudder of horror as she became aware of the light, almost electrical contact of Bhin Sumatsu's solidly pulsating, vibratingly throbbing penile point as it pressed against the involuntarily quivering, reaching, inwardly anxious flesh of her soft cunt. The trembling lithe female captive held her breath deep in her lungs for what seemed like forever, horrified and petrified. She was now totally subjugated as she lay under the horrible brown-skinned man.
"AAANNNHHH ... OHHHHH DDDEEEAAARR GODDDDDUUUHHH..." she gasped as she felt the initial solid pressure against the tight elastic opening of her midnight-black-hair-fringed pussy. The vaginal lips pulsated and quivered.
Bhin was pushing, his own mouth tightly compressed at the moment as he grunted with the effort, realizing how tight she was. She hadn't lied to him about her virginity. Only a woman who had never before been opened up was able to feel so tight around his skinny little wanger.
"AAAUUUWWWHHH AAANNNHHH!" the helpless Polynesian woman shouted as the hard, round tip slowly began slipping into her body, stretching the curl-covered flesh of her pink labia. The inner walls of her vagina pulled and milked and sucked on the skinny little cock even as she felt the pain of being stretched. Bhin kept up a steady, driving pressure, and when his cock touched her hymen it continued moving deeper and deeper, snapping the membrane as if it were a weakened rubber band. " Y Y Y AAA I I I Y Y Y A AAH-HH!" Lynn shouted, feeling as if the little man was actually pulling her thighs apart like a wishbone. internally splitting her with nearly unbearable pressure.
He might have been smaller than the average man, but he was certainly large enough to make her feel the pressure as he continued driving deeper and deeper into her quivering body. She realized now that a larger penis probing initially into her vagina would have caused considerably more pain.
"AAAAIIIIGGGHHHAAANNIMGGGHHH!" she yelled. "You're ... aaarrrhhh ... hurrrrtttiiinnnggg ... uuuhhh ... meeeee..." she bellowed as she jerked her eyes open to see the evil grin on the face of the man who was her employer's brother. His was an almost evil, sadistic grin as his face hovered above hers, his teeth still yellow and slightly pointed, looking more like something belonging to a beast than a man. As the frightened young Polynesian beauty watched, the man's grimace suddenly gave way to a contorted, wide smile of total animal lust.
Bhin Sumatsu was staring down at the trembling young woman, enjoying the sight of her cringing face. He loved to see women in awe of him, even if it meant they had to be frightened to be so afraid. The debauched sight of this naked swarthy beauty, lying there, helplessly spread out beneath him, her sleek, slender, pillarly thighs wide apart as he continued penetrating the depths of her shuddering cunt filled him with desire the like of which he hadn't known for many, many years. Until coming to visit his brother here in Hawaii, Bhin Sumatsu had been forced to content himself with his wife's body. Not that his wife was an ugly looking worran, but it was the same plain body attached to the same plain face for so many, many years. His business had kept him so preoccupied, he hadn't the time to think of other women, except when he was in bed with his wife. Then he would imagine she was some other woman, and he would be able to maintain his erection long enough to satisfy both, the woman, and himself.
Now, however, it was an entirely different story. This was a stunningly beautiful woman, and she was, in essence, his slave, his captive, his to do with as he pleased for as long as he pleased.
"AHHHHH ... YESSSS ... yesss indeed. Miss Lynn," he gasped. "I have been waiting for this. I do so enjoy fucking you, and I shall make it a memorable experience for ... uhhhhhh ... both of usssss..."
The slender little brown man came down heavily on the helplessly conquered, body of Lynn Kaneha, his slender weight just enough to press against the fullness of her delightfully naked brown breasts with their small aureolas and dark nipples. The little man's hips thrust themselves solidly forward with the same brusque motion, sending the full length of his lust-stiffened cock sliding all the way into the tightness of Lynn's defenselessly quivering vagina. It charged in with a roaring fury, pushing the wetly soft flesh of the lovely Polynesian woman's vaginal walls in tiny pressured waves of intimate flesh before it. There was no stopping the man now, or so it seemed, until he was finally buried in the seething depths of her raw cunt to the balls, his scrotum thwacking between her thighs against the perineum separating her vagina from her ass-hole. He grunted heavily, almost snorting as he thrust the cock into her.
"OHHHHHWWWWAAAAUUUGGGHHH!" she cried out from beneath the skinny little man's body.
Her impossibly filled womanly passageway throbbed against the solidity of the small penis that had spread its walls when entering inside. The deeply throbbing phallus lay as far into her womanly belly as was humanly possible for the man to thrust. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh that the older woman was unable to feel as the invading penis pressed very tightly and snugly against the soft, tender walls of her fearfully tensed vagina.
Above her, panting heavily, the lust-inspired brother of her employer lay, for the moment totally unmoving as he panted, his ugly face positioned directly above hers, grinning evilly. Lynn, still horrified, remained completely immobile for the moment, afraid to stir for the emotion, good or bad, that such stirring would cause within her body. There was silence except for the heavy breathing that hung in the air between the two of them for a long, long interval, and then Lynn became aware of a throbbing taking place deep inside her trembling body. The length and breadth of the brown man's skinny cock was trying to jerk its way even deeper into her as he flexed it within the dark shelter of her sucking cunt. The only trouble was, it was already all the way in and just wouldn't sink any deeper.
"HHHHAAAUUUNNNHHH!" the helpless tour guide grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with the shooting pain she was feeling as he probed ever harder into her formerly virgin pussy.
The thought came to her that her virginity was gone ... gone for good. She ought to have been weeping for it, but the practical side of her told her weeping would not bring that virginity back.
"You are most tight," Bhin Sumatsu was saying to Lynn. "Yessss ... I cannot remember when I have had a woman tighter. Not even my own wife was this tight on the night of her defloration. You are a real treasure, Miss Lynn, and I hope the man who finally does marry you will be able to appreciate that fact."
Bhin continued causing his cock to throb in the right depths of her seething pussy, his hands now starting to wander over the smooth, tan creaminess of her breast flesh as he rubbed her nipples and massaged her paps. They were such beautiful tan mounds, he was sitting up, unable to take his eyes off them. Yes, she was lovely, really lovely. He had to admit, he wasn't able to remember when he had seen a woman this lovely. To think, he was having the pleasure of fucking her, as well. Well, in reality SHE was the one being honored, having her virginity removed by a Sumatsu. His roughly kneading fingers tightly gripped her brown nipples and pulled on them, making them expand and throb.
"AAANNNHHH ... OHHHHH ... ITTTT ... HURRRTS..." she gasped, trying to tell herself the pain was even greater than it was. She was already aware of her resistance fleeing from her in the face of the helplessness of her position. She wondered if she would have the courage to look at her image in the mirror again, especially knowing her body was responding to what this evil little man was doing. Her employer's evil-looking brother had completely stripped her of more than her clothing. He had taken away her self-respect-the one thing she had sworn to retain. What was there left of life to her? Were her family to ever find out, they would REFUSE any help from her and would shut her from their house forever. All she had left was a shattered image of herself as a disgraced woman. Right now there seemed to be no future for her because of what this man had done. Nothing was left for her ... nothing other than this wicked little man and the small length of his evilly throbbing, fleshy phallus buried as far as it was able to go in the depths of her inflamed vagina.
Lynn was aware that Bhin Sumatsu already sensed the loss of her last remaining ounce of resistance. He was glorying in his victory over her as he continued wriggling around inside her. He leaned down and clamped his wetly open mouth over hers. Then he began a slow rocking motion between the captive tour guide's widely held, columnar thighs.
There were all kinds of thundering sensations in her shuddering body as Lynn felt what seemed like little explosions of gunpowder going off inside her seared loins. The heat of the explosions seemed to burn her sensitive inner flesh, making her vaginal cauldron bubble all the more excitedly. All the while, the little brown man continued plundering her trembling body, his motion increasing, forcing the narrow passage of her vagina to slowly expand a little at a time with each short, smooth, powering stroke. Finally there was nothing more for her to do but groan in helpless defeat beneath this horrible monster who had forced his way into the tight feminine depths of her quivering body.
Then, very abruptly, her body, as though it was actually severed from the resisting thoughts in her mind, abruptly began to respond with involuntary reactions. Lascivious flames of shuddering desire continued coursing through her blood vessels, and Lynn realized she no longer had the will or the strength to fight what was happening to her. She had lost the battle and now she knew that in spite of all the horror and repugnance she felt, she was on the verge of totally surrendering herself to this horrible little man lying between her long, widely spread-open thighs. The mere thought that she was so helpless against herself as well as the man sent wild chills running along Lynn's quivering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of the skinny little man's thrusting penis continuing to skewer itself wetly into the narrow tightness of her highly stimulated vaginal corridor.
Mewls of thrilling, animalistic and shudderingly servile acceptance came from the depths of the lovely tan-fleshed woman's voice box. Her beautiful Polynesian features had slowly become distorted with thrilled and aroused passion as, her mouth working, her Venus-like neck straining, and her delicate nostrils widely flaring, the now disheveled brunette pressed the full length of her womanly nakedness back against her ruthless captor.
Her body was covered with sheets of perspiration as she worked in rhythm with the man fucking into her. The firm, taut mounds of her swollen breasts continued to nakedly thrust against the hairless chest of the nasty little man, and the fully exposed surfaces of her shudderingly ravaged vagina ground and rubbed lasciviously against her thoroughly aroused tormentor's wiry-haired pelvis.
The cords in her neck as well as those in her loins were now standing clearly out, hard and tense as she writhed underneath the vicious little man. She was becoming carried away with the fervency of the feeling in her quivering body. There was no doubt at the moment that she was enjoying what was happening to her for the pain was slowly fading to nothingness, while the simmering thrills that had been cooking in the shuddering depths of her trembling body now rose to the fore. She wanted more of this mindless fucking, and all thoughts of shame and indignation passed from her mind. She was no longer able to deny her craving for this wonderfully delicious sensation building higher and higher in her as she lay beneath her employer's brother like this, digging her heels into the floor beneath, lifting her buttocks with each of his powerful downward thrusts, giving him back in heavy measure what he was giving her.
Above the beautiful black-haired Polynesian woman the little monkey-like man continued to slave, his small, narrow forehead and his skinny back covered with dripping perspiration as he shifted his rhythm to longer, smoother, stronger strokes that drew his shining, glistening lust-swollen little cock nearly all the way out of the beautiful woman's throbbing vaginal tunnel on each backstroke, and then plunged forward once more into her willingly uplifted loins until the lovely brunette felt the slamming of his tightly drawn-up testicles touching her perineum. Her anal crack opened and closed in time to the way she worked her body.
The fucking man was smiling, grinning a broad, cocky leer of total triumph into the beautiful woman's panting face as he once again allowed his lips to press themselves against hers. He had her hopelessly staked, and she was all his to do with exactly as he pleased. This was the way he had always wanted a beautiful woman, and his brother had selected this most beautiful of all women for him. He decided a woman looked better with his cock buried in her cunt than any other way.
This delightful long-legged beauty who had been so haughty in her attempts to refuse him was beginning to mewl and gasp with lust, sighing as he always made his own wife sigh. Not even VIRGINS were immune to orgasms if the man did everything right, and Bhin Sumatsu prided himself on being able to do everything right. Hell! If he was able to satisfy an ugly old bitch like his wife, there was no reason on earth why he shouldn't be able to satisfy a really beautiful cunt like Lynn Kaneha.
It was indeed DELIGHTFUL! In fact, it was far BETTER than anything Lynn had ever imagined. She hated to admit it to herself, but she grudgingly did so.
Then the little brown man was moving his hand directly beneath her reaching between her luscious thighs from underneath, feeling where his lust-driven phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the tightly clasping, hair-surrounded pussy. He fondled her labia, making the thrilled tour guide gasp and shudderingly keen with wantonly shameless delight as she felt his fingers continually fondle those soft, hair-lined labia. Her inner cunt was milking at his rampaging penis, now. He continued playing there, and softer groans of unrestraint formed in the beautiful brunette's throat and her widening vaginal passage seemed to gape with greedy desire, swallowing in its entirety his thrusting penis as it continued plunging mercilessly to her burning inner core. The man was carrying her higher, ever higher up to the mountain top of ecstasy.
Bhin was maddened by the silky softness of her trembling womanly sheath, thrusting into her palpitating pussy again and again as it enveloped the length of his throbbingly thick penis. He drove far into the sucking tightness of her squirming vaginal nave, powering into her with all his strength, while running his sweat-soaked hands over the voluptuous surface of her shuddering body. The ugly little man was already half out of his mind with the thrillingly exquisite sensation of continually fucking his brother's employee. He loved feeling the way she responded so eagerly, so perfectly, so delightfully. Indeed, she was starting to react so strongly, she was trying to take the lead. Her beautiful long, brown legs wrapped themselves firmly around his back, so tightly in fact, that she was able to effectively control the way the man thrust his throbbing cock into her. Her heels were digging into his ass-cheeks, pushing his cock ever deeper into her hair-surrounded split, squeezing her clasping pussy all the more tightly. Wow! He felt as if he was going to pop his load at any moment. A stream of obscenities began issuing forth from the man's mouth, words Lynn would never dream of using. The sound of such obscenities only served to arouse her that much more, making her pump her body that much more furiously against his.
Lynn realized she was not the same, somewhat uptight woman she had been prior to all this happening. Not that she would ever forgive Bhin Sumatsu for this rape, but he had definitely awakened her to the needs of her body, and if her virginity was gone, it was well gone, for in its place were sensations the like of which were thrillingly delicious. She was not only being fucked right now, but her naked body was responding in such a way, she was actually fucking back. It was all so delectable and wonderful. Even with an evil-looking man such as this, the act itself was something FANtastic to the beautiful woman. She had suddenly become very aggressive, and this worried Bhin, for he was no longer able to control her. Now she was doing precisely what he wanted her to do, but she was the one controlling all the action.
"AAAANNNHHH! FUCK ME!" she finally said, gasping.
The word felt good rolling off her tongue. She liked saying it, and she loved feeling the slender little penis continue its work in her cunt, widening it just enough so that in the future, when a longer, thicker penis worked its way into her, there would be almost no pain. As the cock continued moving through the depths of her cunt, she said the word again and again. "FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... AAANNNHHH ... DO IT TO ME THERE ... YESSSS ... FUCK ME IN THERRRE ... AAANNNHHH..."
"Uuuunnnggghhh ... I'm ... AAANNNGGGHHH ... fucking you as hard ... Ohhhh ... as I cannn..." he told her.
"Fuck me harrderrr..." she insisted. "Harrrderrr ... I can feel something ... yesss ... I'm almost there ... fuck meeee..."
His pounding cock was like an unrelenting animal as it continued thrusting into the tightness of her womanly opening. It hurtled into her again and again, making her entire inner self tingle with thrilled life from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. It was really wonderful...
BEAUTIFULLLL ... it was even better than feeling a tongue lapping against her clitoris, though this last was something she still ached to experience again. The beautiful Polynesian woman was sucking in her breath and then bellowing, "OHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... PELE ... AAAI I I GGGHHH ... HELP MEEE ... YYAANNGGHHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH!"
Every violent thrust of the brown-skinned little man's solid, lustfully surging phallic lance continued creating a thrillingly delightful series of blistering pleasures that released the lust that had been hidden inside her for too long a time. It was much more than just another orgasm, although it was certainly that. It was the rebellion of her body winning out over the narrow mindedness of her brain, and it had thrilling wings that seemingly carried her to fantastic heights as she seemed to fly greater and greater distances. Her body bucked and jerked against that of the little man.
At least he smelled clean. She had to give him that much.
His pumping phallus was swelling inside her, enlarging, thickening, and he gripped her shoulders and dug his fingertips into her flesh as he bellowed, "HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHR-RRGGGHHH!"
Hot, thick spurts of seminal fluid shot from the tip of his thrusting cock into the seething depths of her quivering belly, blasting again and again, firing uncontrollably into the softness that was her body. Feminine and masculine juices continued to commingle in the swirling depths of the trembling, swooning tour guide; and her lips curled into a smile of total and utter satisfaction as if she was now aware of something she had never known before.
When at last her legs went limp and her body still continued jumping convulsively, he kept on pumping into her until his penis had shrunk to near-nothingness. Even then, she hurled her groin against his in an effort to make him swell and enlarge again, but it was no use. Bhin Sumatsu was drained.
She slid out from underneath him, found a bathroom, washed herself, and had to wait three hours for him to recover enough strength to drive her home. Inwardly she smiled. This was only the beginning.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn and Mariko had apartments in the same building, less than ten minutes away from the offices of OAHU TOURS. In fact, Lynn had helped Mariko find her apartment when the Japanese girl had been hired. She and the Japanese girl often visited one another in each other's apartment. They left their doors unlocked unless they were going out, or if Mariko was "entertaining" which she did often enough in the evenings. Mariko preferred bringing men back to her apartment rather than going to some hotel room with them. She knew there would be no chance of anyone waiting in her apartment to surprise her and steal from her.
Mariko had lovely saffron skin, a shade lighter than the Polynesian flesh of Lynn, but her hair was just as black. Though she had been brought up in a morality as strict as Lynn's, she had broken away from her family at an early age, determined to go out and make good for herself. Her nose was uptilted, and she possessed lovely almond eyes that glistened a bright brown. Her lips were full and sensuous, unusual in a Japanese girl, though it was rumored that five or six generations earlier, one of her great grandmother's had mated with someone who wasn't Japanese. It was an accusation no one had ever dared voice out loud, and so disgrace in the family had been avoided. But all the children descended from that female ancestor had full lips.
The morning following Bhin Sumatsu's rape of her body, Lynn met with Mariko and told her everything that had happened. Mariko sighed, claiming she wished it had been her.
"Don't worry," Lynn assured her. "You're next on the list."
"Ah yes, no wonder the little creep slipped me an extra hundred."
Lynn was already in her uniform. Mariko was fastening her mini-skirt.
"Only a hundred?" Lynn asked. "He gave me five-hundred."
"Five hundred? Why that little creep," Mariko snapped. "I guess it was because YOU were a VIRGIN."
"His brother must have told him as much," Lynn nodded.
"So what are you going to do now?" Mariko asked.
"Tell me," Lynn wanted to know. "How much more do you get in tips from the tourists with whom you sleep?"
"Each one slips me an extra hundred," Mariko admitted quite frankly. "But that's because that's my asking price. I don't let them screw me and then hope for the tip. One thing I learned from the hookers is, get all the money up front."
"Do you mean after spending a good night with you in bed they would actually try and gyp you out of the money?" Lynn asked in amazement.
"A lot of them WOULD," Mariko admitted. "However, every now and again you meet the really nice John who not only pays the asking price, but tips, as well. Every now and again, when one of them returns, say a year or two later, I make sure to look him up. Even though I still collect the money up front, I'm extra-nice to him."
"Just what constitutes being extra-nice?" Lynn asked.
"Usually I let them go a second time. A lot of them dig blowjobs the second time around." "Blowjobs?"
"You know, COCKSUCKING. Honey, they love it!"
"I don't think I'd EVER be able to do that."
"Up to last night you were CERTAIN you wouldn't be able to sleep with any man unless you were married to him. Now I KNOW you were raped, but you wouldn't be asking me these questions if you didn't intend to carry on some more."
"You're right," Lynn nodded. "Still, I don't think I'd be able to suck on a man's penis. The mere thought of him shooting that stuff down my throat ... uuuggghhh!"
"Don't knock it until you try it," Mariko told her. "Sperm, like caviar, is something for which you have to acquire a taste. But believe me, it's delicious once you become accustomed to it."
"I still don't think I'd like to do it."
"After the FIRST time, it'll be easy. Now come on, we have to meet the suckers ... I mean the customers, at nine-thirty. Today we won't be getting much action from the men. But I'll be setting up a date with one of them for Monday, when I have my day off. How about you, don't you have a date with one of those airline pilots tonight?"
"No," Lynn admitted. "The last time he was starting to get much too intimate and I wanted to give him some time to cool off. Now I'm thinking I made a BIG mistake."
"I'll buy THAT," Mariko nodded.
The two of them left Mariko's apartment and headed for the Honolulu Sheraton where the tourists would have finished their breakfast and would be waiting. When they arrived, all twenty of them, including Bhin Sumatsu, were in the lobby. The little brown-skinned man behaved courteously toward her, but there was no hint of what had taken place between them the night before.
For the rest of the day the two female tour guides took the twenty tourists through Honolulu, showing them the so-called off-beat spots where they would be able to pick up bargains cheaply enough. The women did most of the shopping while the men snapped pictures, more often than not of the two girls doing the guiding, though every now and again one of the men would stop off at a store like a tobacco store to sample a Hawaiian cigar, which was fairly atrocious.
It was when they returned to the hotel that first day, Saturday, that a tall, somewhat overweight husband approached Lynn and said, "Lynn, you've done a marvelous job of guiding us around. I was wondering if I might be able to hire you as a personal guide tomorrow, Sunday. I know that's supposed to be a free day, and my wife has decided she wants to stay around the hotel and do some swimming. I'd like to see some of the sights you don't normally take tourists on."
"Mr. Zurmer, you KNOW I'm not supposed to take anyone on private sightseeing tours," she teased.
This was the point at which she normally would have continued spieling off into a long dissertation about how it was against the rules, etcetera, etcetera, but she shut her mouth and waited.
Stan Zurmer, with dark-brown, curly hair, a long face and a sharp nose with piercing eyes and thin lips smiled at her. In his own way he WAS handsome enough, and she supposed if she was going to begin a career, it might just as well be with a man who was good-looking even if he was a little overweight
"Surely in my case you might make an exception," Zurmer said to her.
"I might," she admitted. "As a tour guide, I've been known to give special tours on Sunday, though usually with groups."
"Are you taking a group tomorrow?" he asked curiously.
"No," she admitted.
"Would you CONSIDER taking a group of one?"
"I usually take groups of four," she told him.
"I suppose you charge EXTRA for this service," he said.
"Since it's not part of the regular itinerary, and it does cut into my day off," she told him, though Sunday was not a paid day off, "I have to charge."
"How much?" Stan Zurmer asked.
"When I take four people I do charge an extra twenty-five dollars a person."
"Well suppose I slipped you a hundred dollars, you know, to pay you as if you were guiding four people. Do you think I might be able to take up your time, say in the late morning, for about two hours?"
"It might be arranged," she nodded. "Where were you thinking of having me take you?"
"I've always wanted to take a tour of the little motels on the island," he said to her.
"I have a MUCH BETTER idea." she told him. "Suppose I give you a tour of my apartment, complete with a nice Hawaiian breakfast."
"You see," he smiled at her. "I would never have thought of that by myself. That's why I need a tour guide. Where shall I meet you?"
She pointed to a little luncheonette down the block and said, "I'll be on the corner there, at nine o'clock. The tour will begin at nine-fifteen and end at eleven-thirty."
CHAPTER FIVE
At precisely nine o'clock that Sunday morning, Lynn, wearing her hair swept up, and a summer, sleeveless dress which just barely covered her breasts, met Stan Zurmer. He handed her the five twenty dollar bills, and then she led him promptly up to her apartment, which was only ten minutes away on foot. She let him into the little three-room apartment and brought him directly into the eat-in kitchen. There, she served him thick slices of hot bread and butter, baked pineapple, eggs, bacon, and lots of coffee.
Afterward, the two of them went into her living room and sat on her large modular sofa. It was supposed to be part of a pit grouping, but she hadn't been able to afford the rest of the pieces. Also, her living room was too small for the rest of it. So they sat on the blue fuck sofa, and she rested with her head on his shoulder. Stan Zurmer liked it, he liked it a lot. She was a real live one, this gorgeous Polynesian. Back home, he'd had his little affairs. Being a stock broker, he had slept with more than one female customer in order to bring her around to his way of thinking in investments. Fortunately, he was a good broker, and his way usually turned out to be the best way.
They sat that way on the sofa for a good ten minutes, and then he whispered, "I HOPE you aren't falling asleep on me this early in the day." He gave the rounded curve of her shoulder a little nudge, and she felt the fact that he had muscles in that arm of his.
"No," she told him. "I was just relaxing a little. It isn't often a girl can find a man with whom she can relax." She surprised herself by discovering she was squeezing even closer to the man. She was actually looking forward to this, her first willing affair with a married man.
Without another word between them, Stan Zurmer slid his arm around her and let his hand move beneath the up-thrust swell of her right breast until his open palm cupped the full, surging mound of her swollen breast very carefully, as if handling something fragile.
He smiled as he felt her body automatically stiffen, her breathing suddenly speeding up, turning to panting as with one finger, his middle finger, he began very carefully caressing the inviting softness of her swollen breast, rubbing the tiny peak of her trembling nipple through her flimsy summer dress of blue rayon as he admired the ample womanly figure she possessed. Hell!
His own wife at twenty-five had already started looking dowdy. She was a perfect specimen of delightful womanhood. Most of the women with whom he had affairs were frustrated married hens who were actually looking for a good cock. This one had tight, resilient skin, and her upswept hair was long and lustrous and smelled of cocoanut oil shampoo. He heard a little purr coming from her lips, and he smiled to himself, savoring the effect he was having on her. He didn't know this was, in essence, her first affair. He thought she was a lady who was experienced at this sort of thing, and therefore he was proving he was one helluva lot better than even HE had originally believed. Hell! He sure had this lovely native girl wrapped around his little finger. That much was FOR SURE, that was for DAMN SURE. That was right where he intended keeping her, too. She was special, this one, and he wanted to enjoy her to the utmost these two hours he was going to spend with her. For one thing, since he was paying, he was damn well going to get whatever he wanted, and not have to do something to make HER happy as he did with all those frustrated biddies back home.
He began tweaking the sensitive nipple of her right breast with his thumb and index finger, and the lovely girl began involuntarily shivering from the base of her spine running all the way up to the nape of her neck. He hesitated for a tense moment, then he moved his exploring hand around the full curve of her breast, massaging the mammary again and again. Then he made her lean forward while he pulled down her zipper in back. His hand slid inside and rubbed her spine, moving down to the top of her panties. For a moment he hesitated there, and then he slipped his fingers between the nylon of her panties and her warm flesh. He dipped his fingers a little lower, touching the top of her rectal crease, and then slowly pushed his finger lower, lower still lower, until he was actually touching her anal button. She shuddered. Not even Bhin Sumatsu had touched her back there. Stan teasingly flicked a finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, and when he pushed with his finger, she slipped away a little, not wanting his digit to penetrate her there.
Stan smiled to himself, thinking not too many men had touched her back hole. He pressed his nose to her shoulder and inhaled the rich fragrance of her flesh. It wasn't cologne or deodorant or soap. It was the clean, natural smell of her body.
His hand continued massaging her smoothly naked flesh in very slow, clcokwise circles as his hand eased upward along the smoothness of her back until he reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled taut now under her arms. He pulled the dress with its built-in brassiere down until it hung limply around her waist, exposing the beautiful twin swells of her breasts. There were two lovely tan mammaries, full, round, standing high, and making his mouth water.
He stopped his smooth, seductive motions once more and looked at the lovely shape of the beautiful Polynesian woman. His eyes reamined locked on the full, smooth, womanly swells of her lovely breasts. Her waist, he noticed, was nipped in, and she had nice wide hips. Yessir! She was one helluva nice-looking woman. If only women STAYED this way! Trouble was, once they got married, they tended to let themselves go, eating all the wrong things, not getting enough exercise, and losing all those good looks that had attracted the eyes of their men in the FIRST place.
Again with his right hand, Stan Zurmer began tugging her dress down over the swelling bulge of her hips. Her ruli ripe breasts shook delightfully, making his mouth water. Her nipples were too long brown pinkies with small circles of the same color around them. They were both swollen and excited, though the right breast, the one with which he had been playing, had a slightly longer nipple at the moment. Now the two nipples seemed to swell even more as a sudden warm breeze blew in from the open window, caressing her breasts, sending bursts Of static shooting through the tits and down into her aching belly, fanning the embers of lust. Lynn suddenly realized she was really looking forward to being fucked, this time. Now that she had gotten rid of all her mental hang-ups, she was going to enjoy this session.
Heaven help her, but she wasn't the LEAST BIT sorry for what she hoped the man would do. She was looking forward to being roundly and soundly FUCKED. She wanted the thrilling ecstasy of a good penis buried inside her. There was magic in a man's touch, even such a man as Bhin Sumatsu. If THAT kind of man was capable of arousing her, then she ought to have no trouble whatsoever with Stan Zurmer, who was a ten-thousand percent improvement over Bhin. She liked the way he looked at her, with a combination of lust and desire in his eyes, making her feel more and more like the woman she knew herself to be.
His outstretched fingertips were brushing ever so lightly over the delightfully soft, warmly beckoning bulge of her mammaries, first one, then the other, before eventually tightly clamping against the delightfully ripe and swollen mound of her right breast again. He squeezed the full, brown, delightful flesh between his clenched fingers, grinning all the while.
Lynn was gasping, and though she had kept silent up to now, felt she was able to remain silent no longer. "UUUNNNGGGHHH...
YESSSSS ... OHHHHH ... that feels good ... don't stop ... don't stop ... keep doing that ... UUUHHH..."
Her legs were suddenly swinging open and shut like a pair of bat-wing doors, and her firmly fleshed buttocks were now grinding themselves tightly against the sofa bottom. Lynn gasped, realizing she was lubricating heavily, and she felt the warm dampness spreading between her thighs as the cheeks of her fully rounded buttocks were clenching like starved lips at the hanging fabric beneath them.
Stan Zurmer's tingling touch was driving her out of her mind with thrilling, all consuming desire. Blind passion was making her wildly shudder, and a scream was ready to burst from her gasping lungs at any moment because of the thrilling delightfulness the man's tantalizing and knowing fingers were bringing her. She offered no resistance at all as the man suddenly pushed her over onto the cushions of the shaggy sofa. The cushions were not only long and wide, they were deep, and he was able to lie beside her, continuing to relentlessly caress the nakedly soft tan mounds of her full, fleshy bosoms. A low sort of gasping, moaning cry escaped from her pursed lips as he roughly squeezed the tenderly pulsating nipples between his pinching fingers and toyed with them mercilessly as her entire body trembled and quivered from his grasping touch.
His hands left her feverishly jutting nipples and then slowly began easing along the flat plane of her quivering belly. He rubbed her belly again and again, making the beautiful Polynesian woman dig her heels into the cushions and arch her back off the sofa as his fingers once again slipped under the elastic waistband of her teasing panties, brushing over the fluffy mound of her dense pubic hair until his fingers came into maddening contact with the heatedly wet lips of her soaking pussy. In the bright morning light Stan Zurmer was able to clearly see her flesh was covered with millions of tiny goose bumps. She was actually shaking, quivering convulsively at the thrilling way he continually touched her.
"Ummmmm ... aaannnhhh ... ohhhh ... it's so nice ... so nice," she gasped, her mouth half open, her tongue moving mindlessly from one corner to the other. She felt as if she were floating in space at the moment because of the rapture of a man's hands down there on her naked cunt.
Clutching the wetly soaking flanges of her sodden cunt with the flat of his hand, Stan Zurmer ventured a finger between the drippingly wet pink ridges. Lynn shuddered and gasped as her feverishly aching loins suddenly ground themselves solidly against the man's pressing hand. His middle finger now carefully, slowly, tantalizingly explored the entire flaming length of her narrowly soaking slit, beginning with the taut, muscularly rubber ring that was her sphincter, then slipping out and easing over the perineal separation that divided the two orifices. His probing finger rubbed swiftly up and down for an exciting moment before finally reaching the wetly dribbling, tightly clasping sheath that of her juicy cunt.
The tenderly soft, pink walls parted like two halves of a peach before a razor-sharp knife as his outstretched and rigid middle finger slipped slowly into the heatedly clinging, sucking tunnel. He was able to feel the fleshy passage open hungrily as he probed it all the more deeply with his massaging finger.
"LIKE the way I touch you, honey?" he smiled, certain of himself at this point.
Lynn didn't know what to say at this point, and though she opened her mouth to speak, the man sadistically squirmed a second finger stiffly into the tightness of her narrowly constricting passageway. He pushed, burying both fingers right to the last joint in the warm, juicy depths of her sucking pussy. Only a muffled cry of mixed pain and pleasure came hoarsely from her gasping throat.
"Well?" he asked. "Do you like it or not?" He was teasing her again, wiggling his two sticky fingers deep inside the cloying swamp of her hot, softly layered womanly flesh.
"UUUNNNHHH! AHHHH! YESSS! I LOVE ITTTT!" she gasped.
The man's ravishing fingers slipped from the sucking tightness of her wetly gripping pussy's clasping clutch, and Stan Zurmer tantalizingly dragged his finger along the length of her heated slash until he finally found the tiny little pink bulb of her over-sensitive clitoris. Now bringing his thumb into play, he compressed the little organ between said thumb and his forefinger, squeezing the incredibly sensitive nerve-ending as the sex-starved woman gasped. She continued moaning, writhing and helplessly squirming, wriggling next to him on the sofa. She moved her body back and forth, back and forth, and he played with the little nodule as if it were a flesh marble, rolling the pulsing little nubbin, making Lynn gasp and choke for air. Rippling waves of undiluted raw animal passion and delicious rapture swept over the shamelessly aroused body he continued diddling.
As her naked pelvis pushed itself higher, grinding upward all the more tightly against his palm, Stan Zurmer continued his maddening assault on her loins, his fingers twisting and tugging on the delicate nerve-endings inside her hardened pink clitoris until she was moaning and crying out loudly from the thrillingly delightful agonies of his skillful fondling. He would make her climax, all right, but not the way she had expected. Hell! HE was paying for this, not she. It stood to reason that even if she did enjoy herself, it ought not to be as much as he.
"Don't ... uhhh ... stop ... please ... don't stop ... don't ... " she gasped out loud, her panting words reverberating through the quiet rooms of her apartment.
Sensing she was close to her satisfaction, Stan Zurmer began rubbing all the more roughly against her throbbing vaginal slash, pressing solidly with the tips of his fingers, continually stroking over the quivering fleshy thrust of her penis-like organ. His other fingers continually ran through the furrow between her hungrily pursed vaginal labia. He massaged more and more vigorously.
Abruptly the beautiful Hawaiian woman's buttocks and back arched themselves high off the sofa as if her body was suddenly possessed by a hundred demons, her soddenly soaking pussy lifting itself and grinding insanely against his flat, open hand as a deep, low, almost pitiful moan slipped from her parched, half-open lips.
The impassioned tour guide was quivering and quaking from top to bottom as her entire form began to wildly convulse and jerk and twitch. Shuddering currents of her screaming orgasm raced from her heatedly straining loins, bathing his hand in a slippery gush of orgasmic juices that soaked his palm and seeped into the crevice between her buttocks before spreading in lascivious trickles over the soft, tan moons of her bottom cheeks. She tightened one more time, and then, with a contented sigh, her body slowly sank down onto the sofa, and once again she lay face to face with the man.
Lynn gasped, still struggling to regain her breath, and she said, "HHHUUNNHH ... YOU'RE ... UUUNNNHHH ... as good with your fingers as other men are with their penises."
As far as Stan Zurmer was concerned, this was a tacit admission on her part that she obviously did things like this with many other men, and so he had no qualms about what he intended next. He smiled, saying nothing, easing his two fingers slowly from the sucking grip of her squeezing cunt, wiping the slippery traces of her orgasmic fury from his hand with a handkerchief in his back pocket. Then he spoke to her, saying, "Remove the rest of your clothes, honey. I'm not done with you, yet. When I shoot my load, I must see that LOVELY naked body of yours."
Without thinking, even though she was a little tired, the lovely Hawaiian woman removed her crumpled dress and panties, then unhooked her brassiere, leaving everything in a heap in the middle of the living room floor. In just a few moments she was totally naked, revealing her tan and lovely, ripely mature body to him in its totality as it glistened with tiny beads of perspiration from the excitement and the anguished anticipation of having her first willing man. That is, the first man SHE was willing to accept. She glanced down at him as he remained lying on the sofa and covetously eyed the thick, swollenly long member that bulged in his trousers. To her passion-glazed eyes it looked to be a good foot long, and she twitched a little nervously, still not really used to feeling a man's eyes on her lovely nakedness. As far as she was concerned, his fingering of her vagina had been an "appetizer." Now she was looking forward to the "entree."
"Come on, Mr. Zurmer," she said, trying to make herself sound as sexy as possible. "Come on and fuck me!" She wanted that nice, thick penis pushing between her thighs, and she ground her loins together, making her labia rub against one another.
But Stan Zurmer had other plans. Hell! He was paying for all this, and he'd be damned if she would come twice to his once. At least he'd be damned if she would come as a result of his stimulating her lower genitalia with his cock after he had done as much with his finger. This was going to be the only chance alone he would have with this beautiful wahine, or native-born Hawaiian. Any time he wanted to dip his wick, his wife would spread her thighs. No! He wanted something from this bitch his wife never did. It was nothing imagine, but since his wife never did it for him, it was something special as far as he was concerned.
Lynn watched impatiently, feeling a little nervous as the slightly overweight man swung his legs off the sofa and took his time removing his own clothing. He tossed them all onto the nearby easy chair. Staring, she had to press her hands to her mouth to stifle the gasp in her throat as he tugged his undershorts down and the entire length of his massively thick, swollen penis swung into view. God! It was overpoweringly immense. It was so big around, so much larger than the penis of Bhin Sumatsu, she was unable to believe how massive it was.
"Okay honey," Zurmer said to her, his voice now demanding rather than asking. "I want you to get on your knees in front of me and suck my cock. Come on, I'll bet you're a real expert at it!"
Lynn's mind reeled at the words she was hearing. Surely the man didn't mean it! Why the mere thought of doing such a horrible thing made her stomach feel queasy. She had already told
Mariko she thought the idea of doing something like that was stomach-turning. She simply didn't want to do it with this man.
The aroused young tour guide wracked her spinning mind for some kind of way out, looking for an excuse that would free her from this terrible act the man was obviously expecting her to perform. It was also obvious from the look in his eyes he didn't think of this as any big deal. Still, she just wouldn't do it! Never in her entire life had she done such a terrible thing. Not even Bhin Sumatsu had insisted she do that, and he had been horrible enough.
"PLEASE..." she pleaded. "Mr. Zurmer, I don't do such things. I just don't ... "
But the "tourist" at this point was determined that the woman perform this for him. He had taken enough crap from his wife over the years, and he'd be damned if he was going to let a little whore tell him she wouldn't do it.
"Get down on your knees," he told her, "and do it right now! I've paid in advance for this, and it gives me the right to do whatever I want as long as I don't beat you."
Brushing a strand of ebony black hair from her blinking eyes, the helpless woman slowly fell to her knees". Inwardly sobbing, she crawled over to where the man was standing, all the while thinking, trying to find some way out of this, desperately seeking the answer that would help her escape this. But she realized she HAD agreed to meet with this man, and she'd accepted his money, and he was entitled to the kind of service he expected a whore might give. There simply was no way out of all this. Besides, if she intended making a habit of extra-curricular activities in order to increase her monetary intake, she would have to get used to things like this.
The man's dangling penis, sagging from its own immense weight, was now scarcely a foot away from her face as she struggled to hold back the burning lump in her throat. Inwardly she was quaking, actually repulsed at the mere thought of performing what this man wanted. That thick, long penis was going to probe into her mouth. It was OBVIOUS it was much longer than her mouth was deep. From what Mariko had told her in previous conversations, men wanted every last little bit of the organ sucked. What was even worse, when he finally spewed out the contents of his penis, she knew he expected her to swallow every last drop.
Stan sat down on the sofa, sliding his buttocks right to the very. edge of the seat cushions, carefully judging the distance between his limply hanging penis and her wetly trembling lips. He adjusted his hips the littlest bit so that the purplish, swollen head brushed her lips ever so slightly.
"All right, Lynn-honey," he told her. "The cock is ALL yours. Do a good job, and if I can get it up a second time, I'll FUCK you with it."
His hand pressed on her naked shoulder, a tight squeeze, letting her know he was serious, so that no matter how much she wanted to escape this, there wasn't going to be a way out for her.
The beautiful Hawaiian girl turned her lovely face away from the enormous bulb-shaped head and closed her eyes, tightly, hoping somehow to make the sight of that organ disappear. It was a vain hope on her part, yet it was the only thing left. Maybe, if she shut her eyes and opened them again, the penis would no longer be there.
Stan Zurmer gently gripped her cheeks between his hands and adjusted her lovely head so that her lips were less than a scant inch away from his semi-rigid, still-dangling penis. She was going to do as he said, or else...
"Listen, good-looking," he whispered to her. "I don't believe in rough stuff, but I paid in advance for this, and I intend having it. Got me?"
His tone was calm, and yet it was threatening, and Lynn Kaneha knew better than to make the man angry. Although she had no idea how he would react when angry, she did know it would not be to her advantage.
Abruptly, Stan Zurmer became tired of waiting. He gripped her by the ears and with his powerful hands he began twisting the shell-shaped extensions, pulling them upward, causing pain. It was a strong pain, the kind of agony Lynn had never felt before, and the kind she never wanted to feel again. For a moment she was afraid she would pass out.
She cried out for the man to stop, but he simply smiled, ignoring her plea, and he tugged her face roughly against his naked loins, slamming his hips forward so that the blunted end of his heavy, pulsating penis pressed lasciviously against her wetly glistening lips. Once more he twisted at her ears and her mouth opened, though her throat was too constricted for any sound to come out.
"Now, Lynn ... open that gorgeous mouth of yours a little wider and suck my cock! Do it now! Suck on it!"
Her mouth opened wider as he once again twisted her ears, her agonized lips slowly parting just enough for him to fit the breadth of his prick between them. He gazed at the wetly open orifice in front of his loins then very carefully eased his massively throbbing, purple head into the wetly warm, pink cavern and let it lay there, twitching slightly as his cock slowly hardened even more, growing more and more solid and erect. The beautiful young woman remained perfectly still, her lips opened all the more widely now, preventing her quivering tongue from brushing against the enormous thickness of the heated lance of muscle, knowing to lick it would only make it swell some more, growing even larger.
"Either I'm going to be sucked willingly, or not," he told her, his hand tangling in her hair. "The choice is YOURS, but I'm telling you right now, I WILL BE blown. Do it nice and willingly and it'll all be over before you know it. Give me a hard time and don't do it, and I'll get nasty and force my cock all the way down your gullet."
Lynn realized there was absolutely no way for her to resist the stock broker. He was a powerful man even if he was a little overweight. He might hurt her, and if he did so, it would mean not only an end to her extra-curricular activities, but an end to her job as a tour guide as well, if he hurt her badly enough. She had no one but herself to blame. She had brought all this on herself. So she had to go through with it all, no matter how disgusting and terrible the whole thing seemed to be. She fought back the growing swell of nauseated feeling getting heavier and heavier by the moment in her fear-knotted belly, and against her will she finally closed her lips wetly and suckingly over the throbbing, fleshy staff of the man's cock and licked it strongly with her tongue. She felt his hands slowly loosen their grip on her hair and ear as she obediently complied with the man's harsh demands. His strong hands still gripped her, but not as strongly, and there was no more pain. Not that she had any illusions about his releasing her. She knew very well he would cause more pain again if he had to. She sensed the fact that the man had it in him to be cruel if he so chose. One didn't get to be as successful as he claimed to be in his field without being ruthless, especially with other people's money. Since he revered money and yet handled it so carelessly, how would he manhandle her, a woman, someone for whom he had considerably less regard than he did for money. She closed her eyes, determined not to think of the awful things he might do to her. For the moment she had to concentrate on this humiliating task that he was demanding of her.
The slightly overweight stockbroker looked down at the long, thick pole of flesh protruding from his hair-matted pelvis and throbbing ever so gently in the warmth of her delightfully small, half-opened mouth. She closed her lips then, letting them stretch tightly around the immense, purpling head, and Stan Zurmer realized he felt a twinge of disappointment that she had not protested even more. He had always been a gentle man with his wife, and he was looking forward to actually being rough with a woman, but her obeying him took that little bit of pleasure away from him. It would have REALLY done him one helluva lot of good to kick her tan ass around a little bit more before she started sucking his cock. However, this woman at least had the good sense to understand just who was running this show, which was something his wife never accepted. Maybe, in the future, he would kick HER ass a little. Even as he thought that, Stan Zurmer KNEW VERY WELL THAT he would never do it. His wife had all the property and valuables in her name, and if she ever kicked him out of the house, he would have nothing.
Godddd! Her mouth felt so good, letting him know there wasn't time to think about his wife. All he wanted to do was ENJOY this blowjob. He wanted to see her beautiful black hair shine as her head slid back and forth, somewhat reluctantly at the beginning, on his lengthy saliva-wetted elongation that was his stiffly swollen cock.
Looking at the way she was doing it, Stan Zurmer realized this woman, whom he had supposed to be so experienced, had never sucked cock before in her life. He was taking her oral virginity. Well, well, well! This made Stan feel good, very good in fact. She might have fucked for others, but her mouth had been virginal ... until now!
He permitted his hands to slide from the top of her head and move down over her face, and then touch her smoothly naked, velvet shoulders. God! That tan skin was so perfect, so lovely, so silk-textured and unblemished. She was deliciously soft and hot to his caressing touch.
It was ALSO obvious she wasn't putting any real effort into the sucking of his cock, so the stockbroker brought his hands back up to the sides of her head, his open palms pressing flatly against her tender cheeks. He pressed tightly with both hands, holding her face positioned neatly so that he was able to pump his cock straight in and out of her narrow mouth. He began the rhythmic back-and-forth motions with his lower body. His still-swelling cock continued standing out from his hairy pelvic thatch and rubbed between her wetly ovaled lips as the bloatedly distended tip poked against the back of her mouth. He was aware of her small, white teeth grating against the sensitive underside of his throbbing cock. He was also keenly aware of the wetly rough surface of her tongue as it brushed along the full length of his throbbingly erect flesh. His cock was starting to feel delightful prickly sensations, becoming finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movements of her heatedly licking tongue and lips. Each little touch sent waves of pleasures surging into the man's trembling masculine loins.
"OHHHHH ... UUUNNNHHHH ... YYYEEEAAAHHH ... that's nice ... really nice ... that's ... UUUHHH ... TERRRRIFIC!" he gasped deeply, continuing to move his hips as if they were on swivels, pumping the thickness of his rigid phallus into the tight depths of her sucking throat. Her warm, enveloping lips slid along its full length with each forward plunge of the man's driving hips, and his fleshy stalk grew stiffer and stiffer, swelling to greater, thicker size with each passing moment. His cock stretched like an elongated rubber balloon until it reached the full length of its enormous proportions when bloated.
The man grinned to himself as the beautiful Lynn struggled, doing her best now to take as much of his enormous cock into her mouth as she was able. She seemed to think it was impossible to take all of it, certain she would strangle and gag. Nevertheless she tried, swallowing, sucking, choking, gurgling each time the man flicked his hips forward very suddenly. The sadist surfaced in Stan Zurmer who was enjoying the sensation of what she was doing for him.
He had found one hell of a GOOD cocksucker. After all, even if she was still new to this. Since he had paid her, he wasn't able to refer to her as an amateur, and with the passing moments, as her throat and mouth became used to his cock, she was proving she was every bit as professional as he had originally believed. She was learning quickly, and little by little she was relaxing her throat muscles, letting his cock slide inside a little deeper, moving right down the wet channel until the sides of her throat compressed around the head of his cock, pulling on it as if intent on tearing it from the rest of his organ. For a beginner she was actually doing FANTASTICALLY well. He had to admit, she was spectacular.
Lynn was still gagging, desperately doing her best not to strangle on the thickness of the pulsatingly fleshy shaft as it continued delving deeper and deeper into her throat. This was all so new to Lynn. That penis of the man's was so enormous. Each time his muscular, abdomen slapped against her wetly pursed lips, the terrible, punishing throbbing head of his penis pushed salaciously against the back of her tortured throat. In the beginning, certain she was going to be choked to death, she had struggled and she had fought back. She had gasped and coughed and hacked with each of the man's vicious skewerings into her gullet.
Out of sheer desperation she had found a way to relax her throat muscles, and now it wasn't quite so bad. He would pull it almost all the way out of her wetly clasping oral opening, feeling the way her mouth clasped his cock. He stared at the way her widely ovaled lips formed themselves around the throbbing corona as he pulled back JUST far enough so that only the tip was inside, and then he began that thrusting in-stroke, causing his cock to once again make that journey into the depths of her sucking throat, sne was completely amazed to feel the stiffened shaft seemingly press deeper and deeper into her gullet, bending to conform to the bend in her throat. It was sodden and lubricated with her saliva and his own oils as the stuff oozed fitfully from the head of his penis. Every time the cock went into her esophagus, she realized she had to relax her throat and swallow his penis, or else she would simply strangle.
Lynn became aware she was flexing her throat muscles, and the more she flexed them, the sooner the man would achieve his climax. A torrent of hot sperm would shortly be exploding its way down her tight throat. She viewed the horrible finish to all this with mixed emotions. She wanted it over and done with, to be rid of his heatedly throbbing staff as it continued gagging and choking her so painfully. But the thought of what was coming next, his ejaculated semen emptying itself down her gullet as if she were some common kind of tramp! Oh God! God! The thought of it all was too horrible for her to contemplate. She didn't want to think about it.
Lynn did her best not to swallow the oils and saliva building in her mouth, but she began gargling and choking, and the next time the man pulled his penis back, actually tugging it out of her mouth and rubbing it around her puckered lips, she SWALLOWED. She tasted the oiliness of his seminal lubrication as the fluid continued dripping from the throbbing tip of his hard penis. He took the blunted head between his clenched fingers and lasciviously and salaciously began painting her lips with his warm, somewhat salty discharge, leaving her lips glistening from his impatiently dribbling oiliness. She was TOTALLY beaten at this point, kneeling at his feet like an old-time slave in Rome, being used solely for the enjoyment of her lord and master.
Stan Zurmer smiled, feeling a wonderful telltale twitch in his loins. He was suddenly aware of the weighty quantity of sperm that restlessly surged behind the restraints of his throbbingly aching testicles as he slowly, rhythmically, pumped his cock in and out of her elastic-tight ovaled lips, savoring every millimeter of the wonderful in-stroke. He thrilled to see his cock slowly disappearing ecstatically into her mouth, feeling the head work its way deeper and deeper into the velvet channel of her throat. He ached to feel every last screaming millimeter of his sperm's long charge as it moved from his lust-swollen testicles to his penis's throbbing, blood-bloated head while his hands squeezed tightly against her ears. He held her face absolutely motionless in his powerful grip while he continued ramming his throbbing cock as far down as he was able into the narrow constriction of her throat.
It was at this point that Lynn realized she no longer disliked what was happening to her. On the contrary, she was enjoying it all immensely. The more the penis rubbed in her throat, the greater the thrill, and she suddenly became aware she had feelings in her throat similar to those in her vagina. She was capable of an orgasm this way, as well.
She began bobbing her head FASTER now, moving so quickly, he had to take his hands from her head in order to enjoy the full movement of her gullet around his cock. Her pharynx was squeezing all so tightly around his digging penis, all but crushing it, and he first began to understand she was feeling something, too. He wondered if all women felt something in their throats when they blew men. No wonder so many of them became addicted to fellatio!
Lynn savored the thrills building in the narrowness of her gullet as her head continued its frenzied bobbing. Her lips pursed themselves all the more tightly around the man's throbbing penis, and she nodded all the more quickly, her head suddenly bobbing up and down, up and down, and she was suddenly aware of the overpowering sensation of orgasm as it closed in around her, caused by the massage of the cock in her gullet.
"GGGHHHAAAWWWRRRGGG-HHHUUUCCCHHH!" she gagged out, clamping her throat muscles all the more tightly around the thrusting length of his pulsating penis.
"Aha!" Stan Zurmer gasped, realizing his sperm was starting to churn in his testicles, and the liquid was bubbling in his prostate. He felt the semen rising, moving from the depths of his testicles through his prostate, into the base of his cock. He slammed his penis all the way down her gullet and held it locked in there, feeling her tongue wash across the base of his urethra, that tube that ran through the underside of his penis. He pushed harder, ever harder, holding his cock down there, keeping her head perfectly still as he waited breathlessly for the agonizing explosion he knew was about to take place in his loins. It was coming, coming, yes, yes, yes, yes...
"HHHAAAYYYAAAGGGHH-HAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, feeling the heated sperm leaving his cock in heavy eight-tenths-of-a-second spurts at the same moment all the air rushed out of his lungs.
Hungry for his semen, Lynn drank, sucking madly, slurping and pulling the oily white fluid down her gullet, wanting to taste more and more of the wonderful fluid. This was the first time she had tasted the delicious pungency of the fluid, and she decided the aroma masked the true delicious taste of it. She drank eagerly, wanting every drop of this brutal man's heatedly seething liquid. Her mouth tugged, sucking at the length of the quivering cock, swallowing and gulping the fluid in gushing waves, drinking like an animal dying of thirst. Her arms spontaneously wrapped themselves around the man's hips as she remained kneeling at his feet. Her fingers dug into his ass-cheeks, trying to pull his body all the more firmly against her face until every heated swallow was finally lodged in the depths of her belly.
. Finished at last, she slowly eased her head away from the now-shrunken penis which, in its flaccid state looked more formidable than Bhin Sumatsu's had looked, hard. A thin line of seminal fluid went from her lip to the tip of his penis until her tongue snapped out and licked it all inside.
"You're good!" Stan Zurmer told her. "You keep using that mouth like that, and you'll make a fortune."
"I intend to," she told him flatly.
CHAPTER SIX
Although Simon Sumatsu made it a strict rule never to fool around with the help, he continually loaned his working women to his brothers and other relatives. He usually didn't loan out those women whom he knew supposedly didn't fool around. However Bhin, his brother, had been feeling so crestfallen after losing his reclining chair business, Simon had shown him photographs and allowed him to pick out whomever he wanted. When Bhin had reported being successful with Lynn, Simon saw no reason not to continue loaning her out.
Aside from his brother, he had spoken with a close neighbor, who, with his wife, had been looking for something more in the way of perking up their sex lives. So on Monday, Alan Silver and his wife Pearl, joined the sightseeing group, even though they had been living in Hawaii for five years. Alan was a roundish-looking man five-feet-eight, though not really fat. His features added to the illusion of his being overweight, because he had full cheeks, a curved nose, and he waddled a little when he walked. He had short, brown hair, and equally brown eyes.
Pearl, Alan's wife, is living closely with her husband for so many years, had come to take on a lot of his physical characteristics. Though she was in no way fat, her shapely body was somewhat round all over. Her breasts looked like round bowls, and her buttocks were also round, as were her outer hips. Facially, she was lovely, with curly brown hair, a small nose, twinkling eyes, and a rather full mouth. Both Alan and Pearl had enjoyed life sexually for more than thirty years. Now, in their early fifties, they had decided to branch out and bring in a third party, but with the idea that both of them would enjoy that third party, equally.
Lynn accepted the two new additions to the tour. Today, she was handling the touring by herself, since it was Mariko's day off. She led them on a complete tour of southern Oahu, showing off the different sights, including certain old sacrificial altars. Someone asked her where Krakatoa was, and she replied it was somewhere near Java, not Hawaii. Hawaii had its own volcano, and the goddess Pele was supposed to live inside.
Lynn led the people through so-called out-of-the-way curio shops where they were able to purchase all sort of genuine Hawaiian artifacts. At lunch time she took them to a place that served poi, fish, and all the other island delicacies. She, herself, had brought along a salami sandwich, since she hated Hawaiian food.
During the afternoon, she took them on a tour of the coastline, and even let the people soak up some sun on the marvelously clean Hawaii beaches. By five o'clock she had them back at the hotel, and told them all she would pick them up at noon the following day for a tour of the east end of the island. Then she amended her statement, saying Mariko would pick them up, since Tuesday was one of her paid days off.
As she walked away from the hotel, the Silvers approached her and Alan Silver said, "Look, Miss Kaneha, my wife and I live here in Oahu, and we really enjoyed the tour. To show our appreciation, we'd like to invite you home for supper."
"You showed your appreciation when you paid," she told them, smiling.
"But we'd like to go further," Pearl Silver insisted. "Please come home with us, and, in fact, spend the night with us."
"That sounds a bit different than what I'm certain you mean," she said, smiling, not realizing they meant exactly what they said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Somehow the Silvers finally convinced Lynn to come home with them. After all, they were a nice, fifty-odd-year-old couple. Surely there was no danger in being with them.
The Silver home was on the west side of Oahu, right near the house of Simon Sumatsu, though Lynn, at the time didn't realize her employer lived nearby. Pearl, in anticipation of bringing Lynn home with them, had cooked a meal earlier in the day and had kept it in the oven, with the oven temperature on "warm."
The meal took almost two hours to eat in its entirety. Pearl taking a long time between courses while she and Alan continued talking to Lynn, drawing her out, trying to discover her-likes and dislikes. They were seated in the large eat-in kitchen in the Silver home on expensive kitchen benches near a matching table.
When the meal was over, they went into the huge living room, where Pearl brought in demitasse. Although Lynn was not really a coffee drinker, she accepted the small cup graciously, sitting in a large overstuffed chair. After the demitasse. Pearl served brandy.
The living room was glass-walled on two sides, and at the touch of a button dark curtains slid across the glass walls because it was getting dark out and the Silvers didn't want anyone peering in.
"Do you like erotic things?" Pearl asked Lynn, showing her a sculpture of a penis.
The woman asked it so matter-of-factly, Lynn didn't feel the least bit embarrassed. She looked at the teak carving, and said, "I never really thought about it one way or the other."
"How about erotic movies?" Alan asked, pressing a button so that a screen came down from the ceiling.
"I've never really seen one," Lynn admitted.
"Well then, you're in for a treat," Pearl told her, as her husband pressed another button, and a projector, hidden behind an opening in the far wall, started. "You're going to see an erotic double feature."
For the next sixty-five minutes, Lynn sat, staring, seeing all the erotic things taking place on the screen, feeling her own body inwardly responding, realizing that where such sights might have disgusted her not too long ago, now they aroused her. She saw all kinds of intercourse, fellatio, and even cunnilingus taking place. Cunnilingus! That was something she hadn't experienced in a little while, and she looked forward to doing so. The only trouble was, she didn't know with whom she would be next experiencing something like that. Shrugging, she smiled to herself, inwardly amused that middle-aged people like the Silvers actually enjoyed eroticism. So few people were open and honest about sex.
When the first movie ended, Lynn went into the bedroom with Pearl so both women were able to touch up their makeup. Both had perspired heavily during the first movie, and a little facial arrangement was definitely in order.
"That was interesting," Lynn admitted. "Do you mean you have another film like that?"
"YES," Pearl nodded. "I'm glad you're accepting all this so calmly, and you're not a prude like so many other girls. My husband and I would like to make love with you while we watch the next film. What do you say?"
"I'd REALLY rather not," Lynn told her. "I MAY BE open-minded, but I don't believe in displaying myself to a STRANGE man, expecially when his wife is present."
"Funny, but Simon said you would respond differently."
"Simon?"
"Your employer, our neighbor, Mr. Sumatsu. Simon is a VERY good friend, and when we told him we wanted to experience a new thrill in sex, he suggested this menage-a-trois. He also suggested that we use you. That's why we came on the tour today."
"But ... "
"Don't WORRY, honey, we understand that you won't simply give it away. We want to buy some of your time. When it's all over, my husband'll pay you a substantial amount for your time."
"Please ... I really..."
"Don't be silly," Pearl insisted. "Come on, let's go watch the next movie. By now, Alan not only has it threaded on the machine, but he's pulled the overstuffed couch into place so all three of us can sit comfortably on it. Now I'm certain you don't want us to report to Simon that you were uncooperative, do you?"
"Well ... no ... but ... "
"Then come on."
They returned to the living room, and sure enough, the large couch that had been against the left wall was now pulled into place where the chair in which Lynn had sat had previously been. The three of them sat with Lynn in the middle, and Alan pressed the buttons that turned out the lights and started the movie showing.
As she sat, Lynn felt Alan Silver's hand resting on her knee. She wanted to brush it off, but she remembered what Pearl had said about her being recommended by her employer. This was getting out of control. It was one thing for her to select a man like Stan Zurmer, by herself, but it was something else again to be "sold" to people, even if her employer was gaining nothing but good will from such a sale.
The title of the second film they watched was THE KIDNAPPED GIRL.
The scene showed a helpless young girl being dragged into a cabin from a car after presumably having been kidnapped. She was thrown down on an iron cot and she was forced to lie, face-up, while her captor bound her wrists to the railing above her head, and then spread-eagled her feet, tying a rope around one ankle, throwing the rope beneath the cot, and then bringing it up and tying it around her other ankle so that her thighs were spread wide apart.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" the helpless girl demanded, and Lynn thought the dialogue was terribly hokey. The girl, herself, was a slender blonde, with large breasts that were already poking through a half-open blue blouse.
"I'm gonna FUCK YOU while your family stews," the tall, handsome, muscular man told her. "After a GOOD hot fuck, I'll call 'em and tell 'em where to deliver the money, then I'll fuck you once more."
The man tore the clothing off the girl, as the camera panned over her body, showing off her appealing attributes, stopping at the fullness of her breasts, and then moving down between her thighs to focus on the pink bubble of her clitoris, already trying to peek out from the hood of membrane covering it.
Lynn felt an empathy with the girl, since the girl was about to be used much the way these people wanted to use her.
"Her breasts ARE very nice," Lynn heard Pearl say, "but I'll bet you have nicer-looking breasts."
"I'm quite well satisfied, thank you," Lynn smirked.
She jumped up when unexpectedly, the older woman suddenly reached out and cupped the fullness of her breasts, gripping both of them and squeezing them. She was actually being fondled by another woman!
"Please. . . that's not RIGHT," Lynn gasped. "You shouldn't be touching me there."
"Don't be RIDICULOUS," Alan Silver told the girl. "My wife-likes your tits, and believe me, she knows how to touch to arouse a person. You ought to be happy to have her touch them. Lean forward, will you?"
Without even thinking to ask why, Lynn did as the man ordered, and suddenly she felt the zipper on the back of her uniform being tugged down, and the man's hands were busy, unsnapping her brassiere as he pulled her uniform top off. She felt her twin breasts being freed, and they bounced up and down on her chest.
"What are you doing?" Lynn asked, crossing her hands in front of her naked mammaries. "And why?"
"We're undressing you," Alan Silver told her. "We're doing it because we want to compare your tits with those of the woman in the film. Besides, we like looking at a good set of knockers, right Pearl?"
"Oh, but definitely," Pearl widely grinned, returning her hands to Lynn's breasts, massaging her nipples and tweaking them, teasing and tantalizing them into hardness, making them more and more tense. "You know," Pearl continued, pushing Lynn's hands aside, "if I were a man you can bet I'd go for you. Don't let the fact that I'm a woman make you think I can't appreciate a good set of jugs, though." Her voice sounded almost crude at this point.
"My God! What's happening?" Lynn asked. "Mrs. Silver, are you a lesbian?"
"Don't be ridiculous, honey," Pearl laughed. "A lesbian had the hots for women only. Me, I'm a lover of beauty, whether it be MALE OR FEMALE. Stop worrying. A little fun with a woman as well as a man is certainly not going to make you look or behave differently in the future. If anything, it'll broaden your outlook on life."
Pearl was grinning lasciviously, her fingers still continuing to explore the beautiful ripeness of Lynn's full, quivering breasts. She tweaked and pinched the sensitively erect dark nipples, making blood fill them, causing them to swell and enlarge a little more.
Meanwhile, on the screen before them, the action was becoming more and more arousing and torrid with each passing moment. The kidnapper had undressed and revealed the kind of cock that made Lynn realize this was the reason why the man had been hired in the first place. The penis was immense, truly immense, and huge, and it waggled back and forth, making the blonde on the cot scream again and again as she realized the man was going to plant every last inch of that huge organ between her shuddering thighs. Lynn found herself pitying the actress, because she didn't think any woman was capable of handling such a piece of machinery.
"I feel all hot and bothered already," Alan Silver insisted, moving his body ever closer to the slenderly lithe form of the quaking Lynn, his left hand across his body in front of him, stroking the slenderness of her bare knee. The beautiful young tour guide, more than a little afraid all of a sudden, drew in her breath very sharply as she found herself being caressed by the husband and wife at the same time. Dear God! Why was all this happening to her? What had she done to have all these people with "different ideas" when it came to sex come seeking her? Granted she had given in willingly to Stan Zurmer, but the fact after all was, the man HAD come looking for her, just as this couple was doing. She had acceded to Zurmer's vile wishes at the time simply to keep herself from being hurt, but afterward she had come to like it. Now she was worried she was going to like what this married couple was doing to her. Why in the name of heaven wasn't she able to stop all this?
On the screen, the kidnapper was moving to a drawer, and Lynn found her attention drawn by the action there in spite of the two pairs of hands undressing her. She gasped as she saw the man-who was the kidnapper say, "You thought you were going to get MY cock, didn't you. Well, maybe, but NOT RIGHT NOW, honey. Right now I have a BETTER idea."
The man opened the box and removed the penis. It was made of a large rubbery substance. It was OBVIOUS the object was even larger than the erection sported by the man. The blonde actress, bound to the cot, realizing what the madman intended doing with the object, began to writhe and squirm. She twisted and thrashed wildly on the cot, but the man ignored her, completely.
The man seemed to be doing something to the object for awhile, and when he was finished, he once again turned to the lovely blonde, running his large hands lecherously over the delightful contours of her youthfully firm body, apparently taking particularly obscene delight in continually prodding and poking at the defenselessly quivering orifice of her helpless pussy.
"You're TOO DAMN DRY," the kidnapper snapped, a frown of total displeasure crossing his face. He seemed annoyed at the fact that the blonde was resisting him. Her body was not cooperating and making him enjoy what he was doing.
Crossing to a small table in the room, he pulled out a conveniently available tube of special lubricating ointment which he squeezed into the tightness of her narrow little vagina, causing the beautiful woman to gasp and shudder aloud as the cold, slippery jell invaded the interior tissues of her extremely vulnerable coral tunnel. As an afterthought, he forced her legs wider apart, using ropes around her knees to pull her thighs open even wider. Now the walls of her narrow, tightly clasping pussy were pulled even farther apart, popping open suddenly to reveal the gaping hole, letting more of the grease smear its way inside.
Wiping his hands on a conveniently available rag, the mad kidnapper began angling the rubber dildo into position. Now that Lynn looked, she saw it was more than just a dildo. It had all kinds of buttons on the end of it, where it was bulky and obviously housed some kind of motor. Babbles of protests began erupting from the helpless blonde's gasping lips and she desperately tried hard to pull away. But it was hopeless. The crazed kidnapper forced the rubbery point of its thickness between the violently trembling, vainly resisting inner labia of the young woman's tormented vagina. The helpless girl screamed and did her utmost to wiggle out of position, attempting to escape from the depraved aggression, but the good doctor had already slipped the tapered point of the hardened rubbery penis into her pussy. The large, massive instrument was sufficiently flexible so that it bent with the movements of her body as she flexed one way and then another, and she realized there was no way she was going to free herself of the dildo by herself.
Lynn was unable to believe what she saw taking place on the screen. When she felt the hands of the married couple touching her body again, she found it even more difficult to believe what was happening to HER. The upper half of her body was totally naked, and they had already pulled off her shoes and panties, and now they were pulling her uniform down over her hips, yanking it lower and lower until her pubic hairs were seen to be peeping out. What was crazier than anything about all this was the fact that in spite of what she was saying, Lynn was not physically resisting them.
"Don't ... uhhh ... please ... please ... don't do this ... " Lynn was begging, her mind suddenly whirling because even though she knew this was wrong, her body was aching for more and more. "You're treating me as if I'm some kind of whore."
"You're no more of a whore than I am," Pearl assured her, grinning at her. "All we want is to enjoy you, and to have you enjoy us."
"B ... but ... oh no..." she whimpered, still letting them do as they wished.
"Why don't you stop pretending you don't like this," Alan insisted. "There's no one else here other than the three of us. All we want to do is make things enjoyable for you, and we hope you'll do the same for us. We showed you that first movie to see how you would react. It was important for us to find out how you feel, internally. You're a highly sensuous woman, so why don't you just relax and stop fighting your inner emotions. Enjoy everything that's happening to you instead of fighting it. In the long run you'll find it's all so much more pleasant. Don't think in terms of whore or any other word the prudes invented to use on people they secretly admire."
"Of course," Pearl told Lynn. "The reason why Alan and I get along so well is the simple fact that we're open and honest with one another. Instead of sneaking off and having tawdry little affairs on the side, we have affairs and involve each other in them. This way, the both of us get to enjoy the third person."
"You mean the TWO of you sometimes do this with another man?" Lynn asked in amazement.
"When we HAVE another man, I'm the CENTER of attraction," Pearl explained with a pleased smile. "Alan has no bi-tendencies the way I do. So he and the other man play with me and use me in any and every way possible. I, on the other hand, am even more open-minded than my husband, and so when we find another lady like yourself, instead of sharing him with her, I make it a THREE-WAY groove for all of us. The two of us will share him, he and I will share you, and you and he will share me. Wait and see, you'll love it!"
"UUUNNNHHHAAANNNHHH!" the lust-stricken Polynesian woman gasped as Alan's fingers finally found what they had been seeking. They inched forward and invaded the tight pinkness of her vagina, finding her interior already well-lubricated, as her inner labia heatedly pulsed and shuddered.
"Un-like the young lady on the screen, you don't need any artificial lubrication," the man commented, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her feminine oils oozing very slowly out of her over-stimulated pussy, running onto his hand and down his wrist. "Now lift up your ass and let me take off this ridiculous uniform so that we can enjoy the sight of your nakedness once and for all."
"Please ... I don't know if I'm ready for anything like this ... " she gasped, but even as she moaned the words out she was doing exactly what the man was telling her. Her body was enjoying it all so much, it wanted more, even if her consciousness was arguing against it. She hoisted her smoothly rounded buttocks from the sofa just long enough for Alan to tug her uniform down and off. Alan let everything lay where it fell on the floor.
Lynn, totally naked now, let her eyes wander over to Pearl Silver. The latter was on her knees on the sofa, almost hovering over the tan-fleshed woman, and she was opening her own blouse, baring her own breasts, which, for a woman of her years, was not only ample, but still fairly firm. The flesh was still smooth and not wrinkled, but perhaps this was because of Pearl's roundness.
"Hmmmmmm ... oh yes, yes indeed," the older woman commented as she began running her hands very lightly over Lynn's tan nakedness, feeling the lush fullness of her body.
"Unh ... don't ... please ... Mrs. Silver ... please don't do this," Lynn mumbled and begged, the drink causing her to slur her words, for she had indeed taken something to drink, earlier. She would NEVER learn. It seemed as if everyone in Hawaii managed to get his or her hands on some kind of aphrodisiac or other.
"We're only going to make you happy," Pearl insisted.
"You're turning me into a sex-crazed animal," the helpless tour guide gasped, whimpering.
"But my dear, we're all sex-crazed animals deep down," Pearl insisted. "We just want you to realize your full potential and to enjoy yourself. We're going to break you down to the barest elements of your being, and what's more, you're going to love every last little bit of it. Look at that blonde on the screen. She appears to be suffering, but the truth of the matter is, she's enjoying every last little bit of what's happening to her. You will, too."
Lynn's eyes automatically returned to the screen and she stared at the action taking place there. The vibrating, pumping dildo was now in motion, and what seemed to be an unrelenting driveshaft was forcing the huge, artificial penis into the tightness of the lovely girl's defenselessly open vagina. The dildo was moving at low speed at the moment, moving almost gently in and out of the tight pussy with only half its length inside the supposedly fear-ridden actress. It was clear to Lynn the blonde lying on the bed seemed surprised by the actual tenderness of the machine, obviously expecting to feel it all but tear the flesh from her helpless interior. She had, in all probability, thought of it like a propeller, whirling about inside her, ready to cut her up.
The actor playing the part of the crazed kidnapper showed himself to be a HIGHLY impatient man at this point. With a wide, sadistic smile surfacing on his face he pressed another button on the side of the dildo, evilly grinning even more widely. The engine inside the dildo seemingly sputtered and then the depraved mechanism began stroking longer and deeper, forcing the massive rubbery cock a few inches deeper into the oil-gleaming lips of the wide-split vagina. The girl's scream was loud and clear as the false penis moved all the more quickly. Lynn's face was suddenly drained and looking very pale.
"My God! He's REALLY hurting her!" she gasped, quivering, wondering if this man and this woman intended submitting her to such evil treatment, as well.
Lynn quivered and tightly clamped her eyes shut, praying and hoping for some way she might be able to relieve the itching, burning tormented sensation she was feeling. She knew it was the aphrodisiac stimulating her, and that much of what she was feeling in the way of salaciousness was artificially induced. Her loins were being stimulated again and again.
What made all this worse was the realization that her troubles were, to a certain extent, caused by her own inner emotions, her own personal weakness for sexual enjoyment. She hadn't an ounce ot morality left in her body, for if she did, she would take her clothing and walk out of this house, even if it meant LOSING her job.
But she remained there, spread out on the sofa, her legs wide apart, knowing she wasn't going to go anywhere. She was indeed a slave to her inner emotions. All the aphrodisiac had done was build her own unquenchable lust higher. She was a slave to her feelings whether she liked it or not.
Pearl Silver was now totally bare breasted, and she was leaning toward Lynn. Alan had slid from the sofa to the floor and he was staring between her widespread thighs where his fingers were probing. He continued massaging her clitoris with his thumb while pushing two fingers in and out of the tightness of her sucking pussy. Now he used his free hand to pull on one of her legs as he rose and sat on the sofa again, pulling her body so that she lay across his legs and the lap of his wife.
Lynn jumped when she felt a mouth sucking on her breast and realized Pearl Silver was doing it. While Alan continued staring intently between Lynn's thighs, his wife was hungrily masticating Lynn's breast, nibbling on one nipple, and then the other. She sucked noisily and hungrily, slurping and sucking and lapping insanely, her mouth working uncontrollably, fondling the breast she wasn't sucking.
"UUUUUNNNNHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH..." Lynn gasped and groaned, feeling her body helplessly manipulated by the two people as she made a half-hearted, totally unsuccessful attempt to push them away.
Pearl responded to her attempts to push her away by biting one of Lynn's taut nipples very gently, sinking the edges of her sharp white teeth into the rubbery yielding flesh around the hardened nipple until the beautiful woman was moaning, groaning with anguished lust. As she squirmed in arousal and thrilled desire, Lynn without knowing it gave Alan the opportunity for which he had been waiting by widely spreading her pillarly tan legs. His hand had been in there before, but now he was going to suck that sweet pussy. With a quick, well-timed movement, he pulled his fingers from her slurping female tunnel and lurched forward, his heatedly wet mouth coming into direct contact with the beautiful Polynesian's wetly cringing cunt.
Lynn gasped in shuddering dismay and protest. Yet a thrillingly electrifying shock was already charging uncontrollably through her quiveringly naked, ravaged body as the man's stretched out, lengthy, snake-like tongue began circling and surrounding the throbbing little bead of her extended clitoris. She groaned aloud, but even as she heard the different sounds she was making, she knew full well it was a continuous groan of pleasure and not a moan of pain. By turning her head slightly, she found she was able to still see past Pearl-who was happily and enjoyably licking her full breasts one at a time as if they were two succulent mounds of upstanding mocha ice cream topped by little cones of chocolate. She stared at Alan, who was on his knees on the floor again, his head probing between her widespread legs, grinning like Satan, himself. The wetly pink feminine flesh of her nakedly vulnerable and helpless vagina was totally exposed, offered in complete sacrifice to this depraved SEX MANIAC. She was wide open to any indignity he wanted to perform on her helpless body.
"UMMMMM ... GOOD ... YES ... mmmm!" Pearl murmured in delight, lifting her lips for a moment from the fullness of the beautiful Polynesian woman's warmly glistening breasts. "Am I getting in your way, Alan? Do you want to fuck her? Or have you something else in mind?"
"I'll fuck her in a little while, when she's so hot she's begging for it," Alan told his wife. "How about you, Pearl? Are you enjoying her as much as I?"
"Of course, darling," Pearl replied. "I'm getting all heated up. But sweetheart, just remember, no matter what you do with her, I'm expecting you to finish with me."
"Have I EVER disappointed you?" Alan asked her frankly. "Don't worry. There may be some snow on the roof but there's still a lot of fire in the old furnace." He grinned evilly and let his mouth once again gape and thrust itself at Lynn's soaking vaginal crevice.
Lynn found it impossible to believe the incredible conversation she was overhearing between the married couple. She wondered how many other married were like this pair. She also wondered if something like this was going to happen to her later in life, if SHE got married. This was all so incredible.
She was helpless at the moment, unable to do a thing as the hungry man's head once again returned to the work it had been doing. He was planting his palms flatly against the insides of her tan thighs, pressing the tenderly soft flesh, rubbing the smoothness of her skin. Then he slyly inserted his two thumbs directly into the softly wet flanges of her palpitating vagina. Little by little, moving ever so slowly, almost torturously, he began spreading the softly ragged pink edges of her creaming vagina wide apart. He exposed to his lecherous eyes the delicious, secret recesses of the lovely woman's voluptuously ripened body.
Lynn found herself wildly jerking, totally out of control, moans of lust coming from her clamped lips. She realized there WAS no escape, now. In fact, the idea of escape vanished from her mind. She was far too overwhelmed by all this now to even think of backing out, and her restlessly tormented body was practically screaming for physical satisfaction. She had to have that sexual release or she felt she would fall apart.
Pearl continued her hungry, methodical sucking, moving her lips from one ripely swollen nipple to the other, sending little currents of thrillingly delightful pleasure coursing through the beautiful woman's entire body. Lynn felt her arms, her shoulders, her neck, and her spine quivering with delight because of the oral attentions paid to her by the Silvers. At one point she lifted her head from the bolster on which it was resting and stared down the length of her body, seeing the two people working on her, noting how she was nakedly writhing in total disbelief. She was unable to bring herself to believe all this was actually happening to her. It was much too bizarre!
Whipping her head up and down, letting the back of it slam against the bolster repeatedly, the sex-frenzied young tour guide once again noticed the action taking place on the screen, and suddenly she knew her body was unable to stand this any longer.
"Uhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... I can't stand this ... no..." she sobbed loudly as her eyes stared at the long mechanical artificial cock continually thrusting in and out of the tight pussy between the frantic blonde's quivering legs, burying itself almost to the hilt again and again. It ruthlessly rammed in and out of her tortured and aching vagina. The crazed kidnapper was obviously beside himself with lascivious enjoyment, and he hovered menacingly over her while his hand continued stroking the rest of her naked body with feverish passion. The dildo was moving in high gear, slamming into the tightness of the poor spread-eagled victim showing her no mercy whatsoever.
The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the action that was taking place. The sound track was very clearly picking up the noisily obscene sucking sounds the artificial phallus made as it continued to relentlessly probe in and out of the thrusting pussy, for the blonde's cunt was reacting and thrusting itself up to meet the downward strokes.
Despite all that was happening to her own body, Lynn found it all but impossible to tear her eyes from what was taking place on the screen. Her pupils widened as she watched the inner pinkness of the seemingly fragile blonde's vagina being drawn out with every backstroke of the massive rubbery phallus. Her wet, coral flesh was clinging tightly to the sides of the instrument as it glisteningly moved in and out, reluctant to let go. Tenths-of-a second later, the cycle would reverse itself, and with another mechanical grunt, the fiendish mechanism would move into a forestroke, plunging once more deep into the helpless woman's belly.
It was OBVIOUS to everyone, Lynn, Pearl, and Alan, the latter watching from the corner of his eye, that the battered blonde movie actress had physically resisted the thrusts of the machine as long as she had humanly been able to do so. It was EQUALLY obvious that any and all resistance was now completely at an end. Already her lithe, high-breasted torso was beginning to wantonly stroke and undulate in perfect synchronization, matching the dildo stroke for stroke, and the sound track was now filled with all kinds of thrillingly obscene noises as she started shrieking out her shuddering feelings.
"AAAIIIEEE ... FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEE ... YESSSSS ... FUCK ME IN ANY AND EVERY WAY POSSIBLE ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she shrieked again and again, like a woman totally possessed by some evil spirit.
Lynn was doing her best to desperately ignore the continuous shooting sensations that thrillingly seared through her own wanton and shamelessly aroused torso. She tried hard to ignore what was happening to her by keeping her eyes glued to what was happening on the screen, irrationally hoping that in SOME WAY watching this salacious spectacle would help her to hang onto her own faltering sanity. Looking at the morally depraved porno film star, she wondered if she, herself, in a few months might have her own desires built to the point where she would be willing to allow anything and everything to happen to her.
The kidnapper had pushed the last button on the artificial cock, making it move at top speed now, and he was running his free hand lasciviously over the helplessly naked body of the lovely blonde again and again. He inserted his fingers between her sweat-soaked ass-cheeks and probed her tightly crinkled anus, timing his movements to match those of the machine. Then he thrust the finger forward, hard, burying it all the way into the tightness of her cringing rectum.
"AAAAHHHHAANNHHH!" the blonde gasped, her voice coming over the hidden speaker as her eyes suddenly popped wide open with fright as the mad kidnapper continued moving his finger around and around inside her tight anal cavity. Saliva was actually falling from the man's open mouth.
THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. Lynn thought, in a state of wild shock at seeing all this. Then the lovely blonde's eyes popped open with even more fear as the madman let go of the dildo, leaving it on full power as it slid in and out of her cunt, and then he pulled his other hand from her ass-hole. He began crawling up on her, letting his naked cock dangle in her face as he sat on the roundness of her full breasts. The fatly throbbing phallic length dangled menacingly.
"Now!" he ordered. "While the dildo keeps on fucking that sweet pussy of yours, suppose you take a taste of old peter, here," she heard the man say, his VILE words ringing loudly in Lynn's ears.
The blonde, completely dominated by now, opened her mouth and took in the massive length of his immense cock. She closed her eyes as if not wanting to witness her own shame.
The end of the film was spectacular. After pumping his throbbing organ in and out of her mouth savagely for a few minutes, the kidnapper began jerking and twitching, convulsing as if his body were undergoing some kind of fit. The blonde responded by licking and sucking all the more furiously, pulling on his massive blunted cock as he slammed the full length of it all the way into her mouth, cramming it down her throat. He pressed his cock so strongly into her mouth, his balls almost went in as well. At the same time, the lower half of her body continued bucking up and down in time to the way the dildo was moving in her cunt. The fucking machine, battery powered, was proceeding ruthlessly, driving her closer and closer to the brink of her own satisfaction. It was going to be an orgasm too powerful to be denied.
"AAAIII YYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNG-GGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" the madman bellowed, tugging his cock from her mouth at the last second as it burst forth with heavy loads of sperm, like a dam being overcome by a spring flood, and the hotly sticky semen splashed into the blonde's wide-open mouth. The cock continued spurting like a fire hose while the girl stretched her neck up in an attempt to take the penis back into her mouth. White sperm splashed on her lips, in her eyebrows, on her eyelids, on her nose, and all over her cheeks. She gasped and finally gripped the head of his cock with her teeth and then sucked the penis back into her mouth.
Suddenly Lynn knew she was unable to stand it any longer, and she gasped out loud, "FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME!"
"Me first," Pearl insisted, and she took her mouth from Lynn's breast and lay flat on the floor in front of the sofa as her husband hurled himself on top of her, hesitating only long enough to tear off his pants, revealing a modest but solid cock. He pushed Pearl's dress up to reveal she had no panties on, and he pumped into her. Lynn lay there, staring at them, getting more heated up by the moment, knowing her turn would come soon-if the man didn't shoot too quickly.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mariko Oyama was totally unlike Lynn. She had never once hesitated when it came to sex. The moment she had freed herself from her family, she had embarked on a sexual side-career that would have put most of Honolulu's whores to shame. Most of the pimps knew about Mariko's extra-curricular activities, but they ALSO knew she worked for Simon Sumatsu, who was very influential in the islands.
Two of the men who had gone on the tour with Mariko and Lynn on Saturday had approached Mariko, propositioning her almost at the same time.
"Gentleman," she had said to them. "Rather than have to choose between the two of you, why not let ME take the two of you on at the same time. If you can leave your wives for awhile with my associate on the tour on Monday, then I will meet with the two of you and we will spend the whole afternoon together. Believe me, it will take an entire afternoon if the two of you intend doing justice to me."
So they had met her Monday afternoon while their wives had continued with the tour, and they had each paid her a hundred dollars and had gone with her to a motel where she always went to entertain when not using her own room. She was CERTAIN this particular motel was as safe as her own room.
The two men, Dan Mannel and Jeff Warren had taken turns fucking her all afternoon, and when the evening came, while Lynn was being fucked by the Silvers, the two men decided they wanted to each enjoy Mariko just one more time.
Her skin was smooth, saffron-gold, and she had shining black hair. Her breasts were not huge, but they were larger than those of most Japanese women, probably attributable to that ancestor in her past who was not Japanese.
Mariko had gotten supper for the two men, for which both had paid her and then while they had eaten, she had taken a shower. Afterward, Dan, who was the shorter of the two men, also went and showered. Dan was in his late thirties, balding, dark-brown-hair, about five-eight, with a scraggly mustache. Jeff, who was six-feet-two-inches in height, had naturally blonde hair and light skin. He was the dumber of the two.
When Dan came out of the bathroom, Jeff went in and Dan and Mariko sat on the edge of the bed that had been used so consistently that afternoon and evening.
"Let's get started," Dan said to Mariko. "Jeff can catch up when he comes out."
Leaning forward, he kissed the outthrust nipple of the lovely Japanese girl, while his left hand began jerking on his cock, trying to make it stiffen after he had already fired two loads from it.
"Anyone ever tell you, you smell and taste just like JASMINE?" he asked, his mouth still crammed with her breast.
"I thank you, kind sir," she said, smiling.
"So far, we've both fucked you, and you've sucked the two of us," Dan commented. "When you were in the bathroom before, did you wash out your cunt?"
"Of course," she nodded.
'Then maybe this time Jeff and I will do a little pussy eating."
"You must do whatever pleases you," Mariko insisted, turning her body so Dan was able to suck her other breast into his mouth. "Maybe if we show Mr. Jeff how much we enjoy loving each other, when he comes out he will be more than anxious to use his tongue."
"That's NOT a bad idea at all," Dan agreed.
The man ran his licking tongue around her nipple again and again, biting tenderly down on it, then using his tongue to push it out from between his lips. "Or maybe the two of us will fuck you at the same time," Dan mused. "That might be a lot of fun."
"As I said," she told him, stroking his hair. "Whatever gives the two of you the most pleasure. We shall make this the most pleasurable time for the two of you so that you may return to the hotel with pleasant memories, and tomorrow, the two of you will of course not look at me in any special way when I take over the tour guide."
"Sure, whatever you say."
"I always enjoy having two men make love to me at once. It is a most pleasant feeling," she said, smiling.
"I dig the idea even more," Dan told her. "It's kinda like you're our own private Geisha, and we can sort of make you do anything and everything. You'll fuck for us, suck us, and everything else, but the two of us at once. Man! That'd be SOMETHING ELSE!"
"Listen," Mariko said to Dan. "Jeff has turned off the shower. He will be with us at any moment."
The two of them lay down on the sweat-soaked sheets, side by side. Dan propped himself up on one elbow and ran his free hand smoothly over her saffron-fleshed body, from breasts to cunt and back again. Jeff came into the room, still toweling himself, and he stopped to look at the two of them.
Hi, big stiff," Dan said to the blonde man. "We're so glad you're here. We've been waiting for you. Come on over here and help me fuck this delicious bit of Japanese pussy. She says she wants the TWO of us to shove it to her."
Jeff let the towel fall to the floor and approached the bed, his penis rising and swelling just from looking at Mariko. With each step he took his penis seemed to enlarge just a little bit more.
"You know," he said to the two of them. "This is the first time since I've been married that I stepped out on the old wife. A girl like you, Mariko, makes it all so worthwhile."
The lovely Japanese girl looked up at the throbbing, pulsating cock, and at the dark-gold hair between the man's legs, as well as at his muscled body. She said, "I hope I can make this last time around for the two of you the most memorable time of all."
"Son of a bitch!" Jeff swore. "You know, with the old bitch, I'm good for one shot at a time. This time, after two loads, I figured I'd had it for sure. I mean after blasting two loads into a woman like Mariko, any man ought to be drained. I guess it takes you, Mariko, to make a man realize he has strength for just one more go at it. Okay, Dan, what do we do first?"
Dan looked at Jeff and asked, "D'you ever eat your wife's pussy?"
"Hell, no! I've never sucked a cunt in my life. I don't think I'd dig a scene like that. I mean, it's just too ... well, you know, it just doesn't happen to appeal to me..."
"Jeff, you're a stiff," Dan laughed. "Let me show you just what the hell YOU'RE MISSING."
Mariko opened her thighs wide and allowed the shorter, dark-haired man to crawl between them. He kissed her breasts first, letting his tongue trail over each of her upstanding little nipples. Then he pressed his lips tc her rib cage. He drew a hot, wet trail with his tongue, letting it run across her flat belly. When his face was poised directly above the humid mound of her sopping cunt, smelling the soap she had used to clean it out mixed with her natural juices, he said, "What a beautiful pussy, Mariko. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your cunt is? That dope over there thinks a cunt is only good for fucking. Well I'm gonna show him how wrong he can be. I'm gonna kiss it now, and then I'm gonna stick my tongue inside it, sucking that sweet pussy of yours until you hit the top of the rainbow, honey. There's nothing like eating a pussy that smells good, and Mariko, yours smells damned good!"
"Thank you so much," Mariko murmured, and jamming her elbows into the mattress, she lifted her hips slightly as Dan Mannel plunged his seeking mouth into the steaming abyss lurking between her soft inner labia. As the man worked his tongue and his teeth against her vulva, Mariko reached out, took Jeff's hand, and drew the blonde man down onto the bed with the two of them.
"Ah," she gasped out loud. "This is so wonderful, feeling the gentleman's mouth in and on me, enjoying the way his slick, wet tongue runs around inside my vagina, as well as the way his mustache tickles my clitoris. This man is no novice at this. He is indeed most expert at things like this."
Jeff let his tongue travel around his lips, wetting them as he stared down at the wonderful sight of Dan Mannel burrowing his face hungrily into the depths of this woman's hair-surrounded vagina.
"Yeah," he nodded. "That looks okay. I'll admit, watching it does excite me!"
Considering how tall Jeff was, his cock was on the stubby side. It was a little smaller than Dan's, even if it was somewhat thicker. Mariko reached out and gripped the cock, running her thumb around the widely flaring head, and she said, "You have a very nice-looking organ," to the man, knowing he felt a bit embarrassed because it was smaller than it ought to have been considering his height. "It is so firm, and it is such an intimate organ. Aiiiie! Mr. Mannel! Yesssss! Do that!" she gasped as Dan licked her clitoris again. "I LOVE what you are doing to me! It arouses me and builds me to higher peaks of desire. The two of you are such wonderful lovers. I love the feeling of your tongue, Mr. Dan, and your teeth as they bite into my flesh. Ahh! Mr. Jeff, see the way I am fucking with this man, only instead of riding his cock in and out of my pussy, I am riding his tongue. I am fucking this wonderful man in his handsome face."
Shuddering, Jeff moved his hips back and forth, letting his stiff cock slide through her fingers. Mariko, hearing the harsh rasp of Jeff's breath, realized he was more than a little aroused from watching everything.
Dan lifted his face from the beautiful Japanese woman's vagina, her oils dripping from his chin as he smiled and said through panting lips, "Come on, Jeff, get with it! You push your face into her cunt now while I move up and start pushing my cock between her breasts, tit-fucking her while she licks the tip of my prick. After you bring her off by sucking her cunt, just climb on up and push your cock into the same hole where your tongue will have been. What d'you say?"
"Damn, I'll try it," Jeff agreed eagerly.
He moved to take Dan's place as the latter moved up. He lay down flat on his belly, his head between Mariko's thighs. Dan slid his crotch higher on her body, moving it across the flat plane of her belly, shoving his hands under her curvaceous ass-cheeks to get a good firm grasp of her ass. Mariko stared at the approach of Dan's throbbing cock. It was a big sucker, all right. It was much bigger than she would have imagined. The head was a brilliant red, and the shank was a shiny white, distended as it was from crown to root, shiny with his leaking lubricity. She literally salivated at the sight of it. When it came to SEX, Mariko might have been mercenary, but it didn't prevent her from enjoying a good, solid cock lick every now and again. Once the man paid, she enjoyed herself as much as if she were in love with the man. In fact, she IMAGINED herself in love with the man, if only to fully enjoy sex.
Jeff was a little uncertain in his movements, in the beginning lightly kissing the Japanese girl's belly, then letting his breath flow into her pubic hair and caressing her slender inner thighs. But as the beautiful Japanese woman rolled her hips and then hunched her sodden cunt at him, he became bolder, and bolder, pressing his lips to her wet, sopping mound. Then, with something of a loud gasp, he pushed his face all the way into the lubricated hairs, rubbing his cheeks into her labia, pressing his nose and his chin against her flesh, as well. Opening his mouth, he fastened his widespread lips to the trembling orifice of Mariko's aching, gaping cunt and tried drawing her inner labia between his teeth.
Shuddering from the thrilling sensation Jeff was creating, Mariko was also thrilled by Dan pressing his hands around her breasts and pushing them together. He had already dripped some of his seminal oil into the erotic valley between her full; round breasts. Dan held them squeezing very close, and he began working the spongy head of his throbbing cock between them, fucking between her mammaries, sliding back and forth in the fold of warmly throbbing flesh he had created. She gripped his sinewy buttocks with her slender, delicate fingers as he pushed the well-oiled penis in and out of the valley formed by her pressed-together mammae. He watched the polished head slide closer to her chin with every forward stroke.
Between her thighs, Jeff gutturally gasped, "Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" He burrowed his teeth deep and caught her clitoris solidly, worrying it with his tongue again and again, then plunging his tongue into her frothing cavity below, gulping out the oils she was emitting and hungrily swallowing them down. There was a hurricane loosed within the walls of her trembling vagina, creating a wet storm of passions that swirled and beat against his mouth over and over again.
Now Mariko opened her own small mouth, smiling as Dan Mannel brought the tip of his lunging penis closer, and when it tapped her chin, she reached down to capture it, using her pursed lips to try and grab the red, rubbery head. Dan began edging closer on his knees, his slender belly heaving in and out, back and forth, his testicles dangling in a captivating rhythm against the fullness of her lovely breasts.
"UMMMMM ... THIS IS SO GOOD!" she mumbled as the head of his cock pushed between her lips.
She sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, washing it, licking it, lapping it, giving it oral adoration with the heated pressure of her tongue and the gentle nibbling of her teeth.
Her buttocks began tightening and her vagina seemed to inwardly contract instantly responding as a heated flash burst through it. She sucked strongly, VERY STRONGLY, in fact, pulling more and more of Dan's prick from between her breasts into her mouth. At the same time Jeff continued his strong sucking of her delicious pussy. His tongue flatly rubbed against her expanding clitoris again and again. Her vagina thrust itself solidly against his face, and she clamped down savagely with her thighs, holding his head pinned between them.
Drawing Dan Mannel's cock even farther back into the velvet sleeve of her throat, the beautiful Japanese tour guide used her tongue to press it up against the roof of her mouth while continually licking the delicious underside. She used her back teeth to chew on his spongy cock head. Each time it pulled back, she probed into the little slit in the glans with the tiny tip of her tongue. When she felt she was about to lose his cock, she sucked hard, pulling it back inside.
Her hands were now holding Dan's testicles, squeezing them, and her nose nuzzled into his crisply curling pubic hair. She tightly clutched at his buttocks, and one of her delicate forefingers was soon probing into the crevice, trying to find his ass-hole. The tip of her finger found it and pressed, making the man work his cock in and out of her mouth all the more quickly.
She was aware of Jeff lifting his face from her crotch to get a breath of air, and then she knew he wasn't going to wait for her to climax. He was MORE than anxious to have his satisfaction now, and he was going to fuck her, hoping she would come when he did. She was aware of the mattress wobbling a little as the blonde-haired man ran his hands under the quaking cheeks of her rounded buttocks and literally lifted her pelvis higher so he was able to probe with his stiffly wet cock. He pushed, and the organ slammed right into her tight pussy, pushing all the way into the juiciness of her vagina until his testicles were slamming against her soft perineum.
One man's cock filling her cunt and another man's cock in her mouth. Ah, but this was good, so very good, and Mariko went totally out of her mind with the combined pleasure of being able to fuck and suck at the same time. Heaving and arching her back, her breasts slapped up against Dan's testicles, shoving his cock even deeper into her gullet. Her cheeks hollowed as she pressed them inward to massage the shaft of the man's cock at the same time. Dan's ass began pin wheeling and churning as he continued pumping his throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her tight mouth. Her fingernails bit deeply into his ass-flesh, dragging his cock forward with each ramming thrust, feeling his testicles battling against her chin.
At the same time, Jeff continued pumping into the tightness of her narrow pussy, his own balls keeping time with Dan's as they slapped against her perineal flesh again and again.
Man alive!" Dan Mannel was gasping. "Oh hell! This is really something. Oh lady, you are the sweetest prickeater alive, you are. I'm about to shoot my load. I'm gonna let it all go down your throat, you lovely bitch. It'll flood your face, honey. Now, you're going to get every last little drop of my sperm ... RIGHT NOW! HERE IT COMES! HHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH YYYYAAAAHHHHHGGGGGRRRRH-HHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAA!"
She sighed in thrilled ecstasy as delicious streams of sperm shot into the back of her throat. There wasn't much this time, since it was his third load, but what there was, was thick, hot, slippery and creamy. The man's heavy sperm splashing the palate of her mouth and saturated her tongue, drenching the insides of her suctioning, pulling cheeks and washing over her teeth.
Mariko clung to the man's testicles, moving her finger around and around in his anal ring while she continued sucking and sucking. All the while, the head of his throbbing cock continued expanding and contracting, and even though there was no semen left to ejaculate, there was feeling as he continued pumping.
"Ohhhhhh mannnn!" Jeff gasped and grunted, continuing to pound his throbbing penis into the tightness of her quivering vagina. "Shit! What a tight pussy! Man, am I ever fucking this bitch! It's really something to fuck a cunt right after I've eaten it. Man! She is tight, really tight! Now I'm pumping my cock into the seething tightness of her wetly delightful snatch! Ahhhhhhh! Mariko, honey, you are really something special. You have the best cunt of all time. I love the way you shake that lovely ass of yours, moving it up and down, up and down, hunching your cunt against my cock. Heyyyyy ... Dannnnnnn ... I'm ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... gonna shoot my load into her cunt, againnnnnn..."
Dan turned his head around and looked behind him with his dwindling cock still a captive in the woman's sucking mouth. He smiled at his blonde friend and said, "Beautiful, man! Beautiful! Let it all go into her sweet, lovely pussy ... pump it into her tight cunt. . . shoot in her..."
As he shouted out, his pelvis continued grinding into the lovely Japanese woman's face and his prick wiggled about in her mouth. Her fingers happily dug into his manly buttocks as she continued bucking and groaning, feeling a thrillingly debauched rapture as she still possessed the two masculine appendages.
Her own orgasm was building in her body now, and she bucked and jerked uncontrollably. Her mouth was filled with the man's penis, as she garbled out, "YYYYYAAA-AAUUUUUWWWWWR R RRRGGGGGHH-HHHFFFFFUUUUUGGGGGNNN-NNNCCCCCHHHHHH!"
At that moment, Jeff, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from screaming, blasted what was left of his own semen inside the tightness of her squeezing pussy. He shot again and again, shooting one thick load after another into her as he bucked and bounced, slamming back and forth, back and forth.
"OOOHHHHHHH YESSSS!" Jeff gasped. "I thought my spinal fluid was shooting into the wbman's cunt. I can't remember ever having enjoyed myself as much with a woman, before. Oh man! Mariko, you have to be the greatest, the TRULY greatest. Next year, I'm gonna come back without the wife. I'm gonna monopolize every last little bit of your free time."
She has some cunt on her, all right," Dan agreed. "I've never fucked better."
"Thank you both," Mariko said, smiling. "Now gentlemen, I suggest that we call an end to all these festivities. Tomorrow, it will be my turn to act as guide, and please to remember, neither of you is to behave differently toward me because of today. Now, shall we go? Your wives will be wondering where you are."
CHAPTER NINE
When Mariko arrived at her apartment that evening, even though she was bushed, she decided to stop in and see Lynn. The long, beautiful Polynesian woman was still up. She had just taken a shower and was sitting around wearing her dressing gown and not much else, when she slept, she preferred sleeping in the raw.
"You look BEAT," Mariko said, sitting in an overstuffed chair Lynn had found in a second-hand store some months earlier. Lynn was stretched out on the couch, knowing if she went to bed she would never be able to sleep.
"I am BEAT," Lynn nodded.
"Taking those tourists around knocked you out that much?"
"Heck, no!" Lynn smiled. "It all happened after I had the group just about tucked in for the evening. Which reminds me, the reason I was able to take two additional people on the tour today was because two of the husbands didn't show. Their wives said something about their playing golf."
"Actually they played Mariko," the Japanese girl said. "What's this about extra tourists?"
"Friends of the boss. They decided to tour the island with us, and afterward, they invited me to their home for dinner."
"You, like a dope, went."
"I, like a dope, went."
"Aha! What happened?"
"Everything ... well, ALMOST everything. I don't have to get graphic, do I?"
"Please, feel free," Mariko laughed.
For the next ten minutes, Lynn went into a step-by-step description of all that had happened with her at the Silvers.
"Sounds like fun," Mariko smiled. "I wish they had chosen me instead of you."
"If you had been working today instead of me, they would have chosen YOU," Lynn assured her. "As for me, I must have the next two days off, and I'm going to spend them at Waikiki. For two days I won't be bothered with tourists or anyone else. Frankly, I've had my FILL of sex for a little while. My vagina needs a rest."
"Who do you think you're kidding?" Mariko asked. "Now that you're no longer a virgin, the moment you see the first pair of attractive broad shoulders on the beach, you'll jump, and you know it.
"Probably," Lynn nodded. "Still, I'm going to give resting a try. I deserve it"
"Just remember, it never pays to do it for love, Lynn. Make the man pay, no matter who he is."
"Mariko, you have a different outlook on life than I. Money is important, sure, but believe me, there are times when I'll be doing it just for the sheer hell of liking it."
"Well, at least make him come to you."
"If I like him enough, believe me, I'll run to him."
"Still a little girl, eh, Lynn?"
"At heart that's what I'll always be."
'Then maybe you'd better get yourself some sleep. As for me, I'll just hope our boss selects me the next time he has someone in mind to entertain. By the way, did these people pay you anything?"
"Sure! TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!"
CHAPTER TEN
It was a typical beach day at Waikiki. The blazing sun was high in the blue, cloudless sky by the time Lynn put her blanket down and lay down. She didn't burn, so there was no need for her to cover her body with greasy sun tan oil.
The sky was a brilliant cobalt blue, with no clouds, and the light breeze did nothing to offset the humidity, which was about ninety-six percent. People rested all around Lynn, and yet the beach, for all the kids running on it, was always strangely quiet.
Out at sea, hundreds of people were riding surfboards, trying to ride waves all the way in. Most never succeeded. Lynn watched them, sitting up for awhile. She noticed one man in particular, a Polynesian like herself, but with broad shoulders and a very narrow waist and flat hips. He wore very small trunks, and he rode the surf perfectly, every time. His trunks were as brilliant a blue as the sky, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
NOW IF A MAN LIKE THAT PROPOSITIONED ME, I JUST MIGHT SAY YES IMMEDIATELY, Lynn thought
She lay down on her blanket after that, and fell asleep for a short time. A little later on, she awoke feeling very hungry. There were places all along the fringe of the beach where she would be able to buy something to eat, but somehow she didn't feel much like eating at any of them today.
Sitting up, she noticed the man with the blue trunks was playing volley-ball with some other men and a couple of girls. He was much closer now, and she was able to make out his handsome figure. She was also able to distinguish his features, and she decided he was a good-looking man. She wondered just how she might meet him.
As if Providence had overheard her, the volleyball came bounding in her direction, and the man with the blue trunks came hurrying after it. He grabbed the ball standing in front of her, and the moment he saw her, he was as awed by her as she was by him.
"Hey, hi there," he greeted, wiping his straight black hair out of his eyes.
He was tall, about six feet in height, maybe an inch less. He had skin as bronzed as her own, and he had a prominent nose which didn't detract from his good looks at all. His eyes were a piercing brown, and when he smiled he displayed a perfect set of even white teeth.
"Hi," she smiled back.
"I'm Orin. Orin Lahuana."
"I'm Lynn Kaneha," she smiled back.
"Lynn Kaneha. That's a name as beautiful as you are. Where shall we have dinner this evening?"
"Wherever you wish," she replied, surprised that she was allowing herself to be picked up so easily.
"Will you wait for me here while I return the ball?"
"Of course," she nodded.
He brought the volley-ball back to the group, told them he was through playing, then picked up a robe and hurried toward her. Lynn felt odd, letting this man pick her up, yet she would never have forgiven herself if she had allowed a chance to meet him slide by.
Picking up her own robe, she slipped it on, then picked up her beach bag, and the two of them walked off the beach. He led her to one of the huge parking lots, where he got his car, a large Oldsmobile, and then drove the two of them away from there. He had his clothes in the car, and he drove her to her apartment where the two of them took turns in the shower and then dressed in separate rooms.
They still had the balance of the afternoon before dinnertime, and they went walking. For more than four hours they walked and talked, discovering they had a lot of-likes and dislikes in common.
Afterward, he took her for dinner, and then took her to a local movie. Funny, but Lynn hadn't been to a movie in quite awhile. Then he took her home, kissed her goodnight, and promised he would be by to pick her up early the following morning.
Sure enough, at eight the next morning, he was pushing her doorbell, and he brought her back to the beach where he tried teaching her how to surf. For some reason Lynn didn't think she was ever going to get the hang of it, and she finally gave up on it.
At lunch time, he took her to a small, casual restaurant that allowed people in bathing suits as long as they had something sufficient covering their upper torsos. She enjoyed being with him, really enjoyed it. Just being around him seemed to mean so much to Lynn. She had never felt this way with any man, before.
By now, she knew he was a marine biologist who had taken an extra day off just to be with her. He found her as special as she found him. The more she knew him, the less she wanted to be without him.
For dinner, he took her to the Alamoana restuarant, the best place in all of Oahu, and afterward he asked, "Where would you like to go tonight?"
"Would it be all right with you if we just stayed at my apartment?" she asked.
Lynn didn't know how serious she was going to get with the man, and it was obvious he didn't know, either. Both were just going to let nature take its course, and whatever happened, happened.
They returned to her apartment. All she had was a soft drink. He told her that was fine, and it might be a nice idea for them to share it.
She brought the soda in two glasses and put it down on the coffee table in front of them. Then she sat next to him and cuddled against him while they listened to the music coming from her stereo setup. It was soft, romantic music, and there was only one light on in the apartment, a table lamp at the other end of the room.
"So tomorrow it's back to work for both of us," Orin said at about eight-thirty.
"I'll be guiding a bunch of tourists around who'll be wanting to see everything in the shortest time possible, and you'll be looking at a lot of marine vegetation."
"Lady, let tomorrow take care of itself. Right now, all I'm interested in is tonight. I'm not going to let the next few hours just go by, if it's all right with you."
"I'm willing to play 'follow the leader,'" she laughed.
He grabbed her shoulder and pulled, and Lynn found herself moving very easily toward him. She slid willingly into his arms, and her own arms wrapped themselves around him, feeling the strength in his warm, slender, eager body.
He pressed his mouth to hers and found her lips warm and sensual, and eagerly responding to his own. As he'd expected, the girl was more than ready for him, and in fact, was even slightly aggressive.
Lynn nibbled at the lips pressing on hers and began sucking at his exploring tongue, sucking hard, actually drinking in his saliva while she rubbed his back through the green print shirt he was wearing. His hand moved over her aching body, enjoying the feel of her heated female flesh through the rayon blouse she was now wearing. It felt softer than skin to him at the moment, a fabric surely designed for the sensuousness of the mood surrounding the two of them. When he let one hand move part of the way around to the side curve of her swollen breast, she made a little moaning noise and worked her lips against his as if gasping in desperation.
He allowed his mouth to ease itself clear of hers, though he pressed his cheek firmly against hers, and he said, "Woman, you do something to me. I can't figure it out, but I have to have you or I'll die."
"We can't have that happen, can we?" she asked, a little smile playing on her lips. "I wouldn't want to be responsible for something happening to you, darling." "Darling?"
"Yes, darling. Right now I feel like an aggressive woman."
"Ah, and how aggressive do you feel?"
"Agressive enough to say, take me into the next room where there's a nice bed."
"I LOVE aggressive women, ESPECIALLY when they're YOU," he smiled. Standing up, he picked her up in his strong arms and very easily carried her into the next room. He kissed her one more time then put her down as she snapped on a little lamp on the dresser. They wasted no time, but undressed immediately.
Each admired the body of the other, noting neither of them had any extra meat. Where his hips were slim, Lynn's had that lovely voluptuous roundness to them, and she had good, strong calves, too. As far as he was concerned, they were just right for his hand.
Naked, he displayed a penis that while not the longest or the thickest Lynn had ever seen, was certainly more than large enough to make her happy. At the moment it was semi-flaccid.
As bare as the day he was born, he went to the naked Lynn and allowed his hands to wrap themselves around her waist just above the lush swell of her lovely hips. She pressed herself warmly against him. When they kissed this time, her full, naked breast pressed forward, the nipples digging into his almost hairless chest. Her lips pressed firmly to his, and then she eased herself from his arms and went to the bed, where she peeled back the spread.
Standing directly behind the lovely Polynesian woman, Orin reached around to fill his large hands with the swells of her breasts. She stood up straight, arching her back in, pressing her breasts out His throbbing penis began stiffening and pulsing against her softly naked rear-end. She moved her muscular cheeks sensually, humming, feeling lost in the total happiness overwhelming her while his hand went to work re-shaping her breasts ever very gently, after which they traced out her soft-skinned contours.
After several minutes of this delightfully lovely activity, Lynn leaned forward, forward, forward, until suddenly both of them over-balanced. With little gasps and shudders the two of them fell onto the bed. It had a marvelously firm mattress, which surprised Orin, since most women he had known slept on soft mattresses. She was laughing out loud, and he was chuckling right along with her as the two of them writhed about. Then he pulled her over toward him, moving his body against hers while he kissed her again and again. The kisses merged into a single, long kiss, and one of his hands returned to the delightful mound of her full breasts.
When the lovely Polynesian girl twisted lithely, she pressed the pouting fullness of her vaginal mount against the man's aching shaft. He moved his hips to rub her with it, then used his oral digit to caress the interior of her mouth. Now he slid his hand down the length of her slender body, letting it run over her vibrant flank, slipping it beneath her. He began fondling one tensing, flexing ass-cheek.
"OOHHHHHH ... MYYYYYY!" Lynn gasped, entranced as she had never been, before. "You have such nice hands. They make me feel so ... secure."
He laughed at that, telling her, "I hope so."
Even with little ripples of arousal coursing madly through her jolting, quivering body, the lovely woman managed to laugh and said, "There's no modesty in your family, is there."
His hand pulled and then pushed, pressing against her writhing vaginal swell all the more solidly against the upstanding shaft of his throbbing cock. "There's a time and a place for everything, including modesty," he told her. "This isn't one of them."
"That's fine by me," she murmured, nuzzling his lips. "Lord, but you make me feel SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD!"
The two of them kissed strongly and rubbed some more against one another. Finally she asked, "Do you prefer any single part of a woman's anatomy?"
"Now there's a ridiculous question if ever I heard one," he laughed. "What good is any one part of a woman's anatomy without the rest of her?"
"Still," she purred, "there are quite a few men who describe themselves as breast lovers. Then there are others who love legs, or who are partial to the ass." Her hand was gently gliding down his thigh by now. "Would you care to know what part of the male anatomy I like most?"
He began kissing her neck softly, expertly, and then moved to nibble her earlobe, noting it wasn't very large. Still, there was enough for his teeth to grip. "I'd be pretty dense if I didn't know what part of the male anatomy you favored," he said. "ALL WOMEN seem to favor that part of the man, once they become acquainted with it. Which is fine by me, since that was the way nature intended things to be."
"You seem to know a lot about women," she teased.
"Just enough," he assured her, "to know you're the most delightfully uninhibited lady I have ever known, and the one who has built arousal in me well past the point it has ever risen with any other woman."
"That sounds like a line you hand just about every woman you sleep with," she mocked, her hand slipping in along his inner thigh, her long, slender fingers insinuating themselves beneath his heavy scrotum. They explored the tightened, hair-covered sac that contained the two oval shapes of his testicles. "Still, we women DO LOVE to be flattered. Men who have the sense to flatter us at the right time and in the right way, and who look at a women the way you do, deserve to have all they can get. I'll bet you've never had a problem with women."
"To reply to that statement would be like admitting something self-incriminating," he muttered, listening to her laugh, the sound like ice cubes tinkling in a glass.
He pushed down a little to bring his face into direct contact with the two outstanding monuments that were her breasts. He was salivating as he stared at them, unable to remember ever having been so hungry for a woman before in his entire life.
Her warm hand started sliding upward, caressing, fondling, and teasing the broad base of his throbbing cock. He responded to her hand, feeling a twitch of pleasure inside him as he began playing a little tongue game, licking at the very end of her nipple as it seemingly stretched to greet his lingual organ.
A moan escaped from her lips. Her warm, soft hand reached for and finally surrounded his sex organ in a swift, almost convulsive movement. His tongue lashed out over her breasts again and again until the crest hardened into a rigid brown tip. It was large, thick, and seemingly got darker as it swelled. Had it not been so thick-skinned, he was certain he would have seen the red of her blood coursing through it. At the moment, she was the single most important woman in his life, and he had to admit, he was fascinated by her.
The thrilled woman squirmed and wriggled, crooning while she stroked and squeezed the thickness of his hard cock. All the while he nibbled insatiably on the swollen bud of her upstanding nipple. Her other hand came up to stroke his hair, and she found it clean and without oil. With her face working in open-mouthed desire, she pressed the fullness of her breast brashly into the man's wide-open mouth. The nipple was thrusting lustily upward.
His cock was thrusting lustily upward, too. Lynn found herself pressing downward on the strongly resisting masculine shaft to keep it perpendicular to his body. The man was panting and breathing much more heavily now, bathing her quivering breast with the heat of his exhalations.
Lynn delighted in the thrillingly arousing opening and closing of his nibbling teeth around her nipple as his tongue flatly washed the little extension up and down. He whipped the little bud again and again.
Then his tongue started running back and forth across the nipple very rapidly, flatly pressing against it rather than lashing it. Lynn groaned and gasped, working her body restlessly against his.
"UUUUUNNNNHHHH ... STOP ... STOP..." she gasped. "You keep this up and I'm going to climax. I can feel it!"
Orin lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes wide with incredulity. "You're KIDDING!" he said.
Shaking her head, panting heavily, a smile creasing her lips as her hand continued jerking on his penis the entire time, she told him, "I know it sounds crazy. It's never happened to me before, but the truth of the matter is, I can feel an orgasm building. Does that turn you off me?"
"By now, you ought to know, nothing in the world is going to turn me off where you're concerned," he insisted, growling at her. As if to emphasize he meant what he said, he slid his hand up to pinch her right nipple while he resumed the rapid tonguing of the other nipple, as if trying to see whether his mouth or his fingers were able to build the bigger nipple.
Lynn wasn't able to understand why she was so close to her peak, but in fact, she was. For some reason she was unable to fathom, the pressure of the man's hand and mouth on her breast detonated an explosion of ecstasy deep inside her quivering body, and she had to jam a pillow into her mouth to keep herself from shouting it out to the entire world. She gasped and trembled, vibrating uncontrollably. Spasms worked their way through every little bit of nerve tissue in her quivering body, shaking her as if she were a marionette whose strings had suddenly been cut, after which she was caught up in a strong wind. Sensually moaning, gasping into the pillow and sounding as if she was all set to burst into sobs, she found her body covered with a misty sheen of perspiration.
Little by little she drifted down from the peak of her climax, moaning, "AAAAAIMNNNNHHHH-H ... OHHHHHHHHH ... THAT WAS NICE ... that was ever so nice ... yessssss ... that was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooooood..."
"Son of a gun!" he gasped, taking his mouth from her breast for a moment. "I've never had a woman do something like that. You're the most sensuous woman I know."
"Oh come on, I can't be that sensuous."
"To come off from so little?"
"From so little? I can't wait to see what you think is a lot, you wonderful man."
He pressed his hand firmly over the ebony tendriled bulge that was her vaginal purse, feeling the tremendous amount of heat radiating from within. He only pressed his hand there flatly, shaping his fingers to the curve without moving them.
Lynn was planting heavy kisses on the man's chest, as there was so little hair there. She kissed him hungrily all over his front, enjoying the strong masculine aroma that came from him. Though he had a musky scent to him, he was clean, very clean.
"You're one very special woman, all right," he said to her, almost groaning.
Her mouth was on his navel now, flicking in and out, tasting the sweetness within, and the firm, heated pressure surrounding his upstanding cock were her twin breasts.
"I guess that's because you are one very special man," she told him, hesitating, pushing herself up on her hands.
Her smoldering dark eyes stared straight into his own brown orbs, then, without feeling shy, she allowed herself to admire the full length of his hard, masculine body. "Yes, I've never known a man like you, before. I think it only fair to warn you, I'm not a pure, pristine young lady, so if that's what you're hoping to find, then..."
"Why don't you shut up about that," he said to her. "I've learned the value of things other than virginity," he insisted. "Besides, if you were a virgin, you wouldn't be the dynamite woman you are, and being very honest, I much prefer you this way."
Her lips curved up at the corners as she smiled at him again, thanking Pele for leading her to a man like this. Right now she didn't think in terms of any kind of permanent relationship. She was overjoyed just to have met the man. Lynn was willing to accept each day as it came. Besides, even if the man claimed to prefer her this way, in the back of her mind she was still worried about the fact that her virginity had been surrendered to a thing like Bhin Sumatsu, when something as wonderful as Orin was so close.
Not wanting to think about anything distasteful, and, on the contrary, wanting to fill her mouth with something very tasteful, she ducked her pretty head. Her mouth gasped wide, and the broad shaft slid across her tongue toward her gullet.
Orin found himself staring at the dark top of her head, thrilling to the pressure of her forehead against his belly. Son of a gun! She had run her narrow little mouth all the way down the length of his throbbing cock-ALL THE WAY DOWN-and he knew he had considerably more than the standard six inches. His girth was well over two-and-a-half inches, and he wondered how such a tight, narrow mouth was able to gobble up so much of him so quickly.
This beautiful woman he had picked up seemingly so easily on the beach was the most delightful female he had ever known. The funny thing was, he'd had to be coaxed to go to the beach that day because normally he didn't care for the beach. Oh, he liked water-skiing, and surf-riding, but he really hated the sand. Now he would think of the beach as the best place in the world because he knew, without anyone having to tell him, he was already infatuated with this lovely woman, and it wouldn't be much longer before it turned to love, assuming she let it. Christ! It was amazing the way her lovely lips stretched all the way around the bulky width of his throbbing cock. She had her face pressed right against his hairy groin, and the only way for her to perform this was to take his hen's-egg-sized cockhead all the way into the depths of her gullet.
Lying on the beautiful woman's firm bed, propped up on his elbows with his legs spread as wide apart as possible, he watched her head slowly starting to lift itself. Christ! He felt the slithering movement of her tight lips and the flat of her tongue tugging its sensuous gut-stirring way along the voluptuously aroused shank of his swollen cock. She paused when only the tip of his penis was between her nibbling lips, compressing them tightly around the rubbery head, building the thrills higher and higher in him as she pulled, making the skin directly beneath the corona stretch and strain.
Sucking hard, she tugged her slurping mouth from the tip of his solid cock with a loud "pop."
She didn't even bother looking up, but gripped the base of his solid penis tightly with her hand, her fingers surrounding it all over directly beneath the flared crown where she pretended to chew with lip-covered teeth, and then ran the flat of her tongue all over the cock.
Lynn didn't know what possessed her. She had never been this forward, before. In fact, now that she thought about it, this was only her fourth sexual encounter, and the first one in which she had all the feelings she had always read about. Yet she loved what she was doing, and she was intent on doing more. Opening her mouth wide, she plunged all the way down to the base of his phallic lance.
"Oh Christ!" he groaned, quivering and trembling.
Orin Lahuana was not the kind of man to compliment a woman if she didn't deserve it. It simply wasn't part of his makeup. He was from the school that said, "If you can't say something nice, say nothing." Often he said nothing. Occasionally, he did say something, and it always pleased the woman he was with, because she knew he meant what he was saying. With Lynn it was easy to utter sighs and make loud gasps, because she was making him feel thrills the like of which no one else had ever been able to do. He knew his emotional feeling for her was a good part of it, but it was more than that. She had a natural ability about her. Well, it was understandable. He suspected he had been able to see something of it in her from the moment he had seen her, otherwise he probably would never fallen for her as hard as he had.
She was a thorough-going sensualist, a natural lover, and yet she was far and away above all that, as well. He trembled and gasped, once more staring at the black crown of her head. Up it rose again, her hair falling loosely about her face, framing it, and the wetly shining staff once again appeared, slowly emerging from beneath her rising head. It shone as if it had been spit-polished, and now that he thought about it, that was precisely what had happened to it.
The slurpy pop once again accompanied the parting of his throbbing penile head from her lips. The man felt a jolt of lightning shoot through him at the same time. There was something so extra-special about this woman, he was unable to put it into words.
Lynn looked at Orin, one hand continually fondling his weighty balls. From the way she was touching them, he was ready to swear they were all set to slide back up into his pelvis. Christ! They blazed with the need for more of what she was doing. "You are unbelievable!" he gasped. "You like it?" she asked, genuinely thrilled that he was enjoying what she was doing.
"I'm CRAZY about it!" he admitted. "like some more?"
"Bet your life on it, honey. I want more and more and more, but let's be on the safe side. For now, you'd better stop, because if you keep that up, I'm going to erupt like a volcano. Honey, if I'm going to fire, it would be better to put it inside you."
Smiling, she ducked her head and kissed to top of his penis, licking it just once more. "I don't know why," she admitted, "but this is the first time I've ever done something like this of my own volition. I love it, Orin, just because it's you."
"Come on, honey. You know it's dying to feel your interior."
He was still lying back, and she lay down between his outstretched legs, away from him, and she lifted her arms as if to heaven, and she said, "Take me, I'm yours," in a stagey voice.
Orin laughed out loud, remaining flat on his back, and he said, "Let's see if you really are as good a woman as I've imagined. You come on and take ME!"
She looked at him. Her eyebrows went up a little in the middle as she said, curious, "Doesn't it bother your masculine ego to have a woman on top?"
"That's the first disappointing thing you've said since I've known you," he told her, mocking her. "You're such a beautiful woman, and you seem to exude so much self-confidence. Is it possible that you're hiding an ego problem, yourself? Let me tell you right now, it doesn't matter who's one top. When it comes to making love, especially with someone like you, all that really matters is the sharing between two bodies. Anything else is totally insignificant."
Her teeth flashed in a gloriously open and wide smile of thrilled pleasure. "Definitely, totally insignificant," she nodded, and sitting up, she balanced herself on her knees, then lifted her right knee, her breasts bouncing and jiggling, and set it outside his left thigh. She did the same thing with her left knee, and now she was astride the man. She moved forward.
Orin watched. He loved looking at the way this particular woman rose above his stretched-out loins, taking his huge, wedging cock into her body. He thought just looking at it would be enough to set him off. It was wonderful not only to feel, but to see, as well. Her flesh was very firm, and her thighs didn't jounce at all, but her flat tummy moved a little. Most of all there was the jiggle and bounce of her two breasts as they flopped this way and that, the nipples pointing straight in his direction. They were huge, firm, meaty jugs, all right. He also noticed the changing expression on her face from happiness to sheer bliss as she tucked the head between her labia and slowly began lowering herself, measuring his cock with a ruler hidden in her cunt, feeling how long he was and how deep he was able to go. Then she lifted herself up, a little too high, and his cock was out of her again.
Still kneeling astride Orin, Lynn took her time impaling herself, this time, thrilling to the oil-slick column standing directly above her shuddering loins. This time she was going to keep it inside her.
Swaying gently, the damndest tour guide Orin had ever expected to see rubbed the night-colored down of her lower belly over the crown of his baseball bat. It was a completely thrilling and delightfully sensuous caress, and he rewarded her with a loud, throaty groan. His fluids oozed out and made his penis shine even more licentiously than before.
Now she caught his throbbing erection near the base as she had when preparing to suck it, only she gripped it with her thumb and forefinger this time, and once again she pushed it into the open tea-rose-colored hole of her vagina, and then once more sank down the full length on the massively swollen penis.
"OHHHHHHHHH. . . HHHHHUUUUUNNNN-NNHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS..." she hissed out loud, her head turning upward in bliss.
She was smiling, her entire body shivering, feeling a strained spasm as his erection clogged her, distending her interior without causing pain. "UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... YOU FEEL S-O-O-O-O-O GOOD ... YOU'RE ... AAAAANNNNNNHHHHH ... FILLING ME WITH THAT WONDERFUL FLESH OF YOURS."
The squatting Polynesian woman moaned and sighed, sinking lower and lower this time, trying to push it even deeper into her guts.
"ALL THE WAY, MY LOVE," he panted, and the words, "my love" spoken for the first time, thrilled Lynn, making her smile, happily.
Then she began writhing and squirming.
Thrillingly intense and intimate sensations began rippling through her satin-textured stomach as she accepted the long length of his slick penile shaft between the lips of her wetly receptive womanly cleft. She writhed on it, pumping herself up and down on the throbbing organ. She tensed her legs and jerked herself upward, only to lessen the tension so she was able to once more allow herself down. She smiled and sighed, enjoying each little movement. Her lovely, rounded tan buttocks flattened on her descent as her full breasts leaped upward with the force of her body thudding against his pelvis. She was continually pumping wildly, thumping herself up and down with frenzied lunges and insane vibrations.
The black-haired penis rider sighed and gasped.
She whimpered, and perspiration shone, running down her body and rolling off her. She lifted her ass, then rammed herself solidly against his thighs, slamming solidly down on him so that the heated delicacy of her narrow slit sucked on his cock. He gasped and panted, totally shocked as thrillingly sensual delights burst uncontrollably through his body. His testicles felt swollen and bloated like two balloons. All his penis wanted was more, more, and more.
The air in the tiny bedroom was filled with the sounds of their grunting moans and loud sighs, added to the mingled aroma of their genitalia uniting again and again. There was also the squishing sounds of a cock slurping noisily in and out of her wetly split pussy. The air in the room grew more and more humid as sweat continued washing both their bodies.
Lynn moved faster and faster, bucking her body uncontrollably up and down again and again, and she felt her strength starting to give out. She had already had two more minor orgasms, but she hadn't said anything to him about it, not wanting him to think she was incapable of making him climax. Her body tensed and quivered when she wagged her rounded hips from side to side, keeping time to the slap of his thrusting cock against the slippery walls of her well-clogged vaginal nave. Her own moisture resulting from her inner arousal filled that dewy cloister with the clutchingly strong spasms that tried squeezing him to where he would climax while locked all the way inside her clamping cunt.
She was panting now. Her full breasts heaved uncontrollably with her panting exertions and the efforts from her breathing. With her eyes misty and her mouth drooping, she finally allowed herself to collapse weakly on top of him, no longer strong enough to bounce.
His hands tightly gripped the cheeks of her behind, and he began lifting and lowering her, while moving his own body under her. It required a heavy straining effort since Lynn was not exactly a small woman, and he was starting to tire, as well. But he tightened the cheeks of his ass and continued somehow to punch his cock in and out of her quivering pussy. He shoved the full length of it in and out of her sucking slit as Lynn lay gasping on top of him with her perspiration-covered, heaving breasts flatly squashed against his chest, looking like mocha pudding that had been spread all over the man.
"YOU ... HHHHHHHHUUUUUHHHHH ... DO IT . . " she gasped, sighing wearily, letting him know she was already worn out.
Finding her flexible, malleable, and more than willing to obey him, Orin turned Lynn onto her side and then turned her onto her her back as he moved on top of her, keeping his cock locked inside her. For a few long, glorious seconds he lay stretched out on top of her sweat-slick torso, enjoying the thrilling feel of her as she lay beneath him. God! Considering the size of her breasts they were really nicely solid. Even though they were puddled out, they were still cushioning him, letting him know of their solidity. When he looked at her sweet, sex-flushed face, he became even more aroused than before. Little midnight tendrils were now pasted to her forehead and cheeks here and there, glued there with her own sweat.
Lifting himself onto his forearms, he planted his hands flatly on the nicely firm, resilient mattress on either side of her lovely body. Then he tested the soft resiliency of her black-furred mound, while seeking to learn the full depth of her vagina, as well as trying to discover the bed's springiness.
His uptight testicles were pressed very firmly against her perineum and her sex lips were sucking on the base of his cock, their pubic hairs mingling and intertwining tightly together. Orin rode the beautiful tour guide deep, slamming into her with maddening thrusts, filling her soft, tremorous tissues. Groans were forced from him by the soothing wetness and flaming friction.
Her expandable vagina, burning hot and sultry inside, was now inwardly stretched into a more pliable oval tube to accommodate the full length of his thickly probing cock as it continued driving ever more violently into her. Her gaping vaginal mouth continually stretched along the receding shaft, then tucked in again when he stroked forward, massaging the organ firmly between its slippery walls. His prick continually stabbed into a torrid, lake-wet gulf making louder and louder squishing sounds.
Her curly midnight womanly fleece was soaking wet with the mingled juices of her vagina and her perspiration, as well as some of the lubricity that came from the tip of his penis. Slowly he tugged the length of his cock back until only the bulbous tip, looking like a huge, purple onion, was contained in the soft pinkness of her tender pulpy labia. Then he stopped moving.
The livid-faced Polynesian woman wriggled and squirmed, wanting the organ back inside her. The slender feminine body sinuously twisted from side to side and she moaned softly.
But Orin remained perfectly still, and all the while his exploring hand reported to him how slick and oily his penile stalk had become in the depths of her love-slick sheath. She even lubricated delightfully.
With little muffled mewling sounds Lynn twitched her hips and shuddered them about, rocking her womanly crotch on the fullness of her buttocks, pivoting her entire lower half in continuing little circles in an insane effort to once again fill herself with the full length of the man's vibrantly delightful stem. She was whimpering like a child.
Orin wanted to tease her a little more, but he was unable to keep himself from inside her. By the same token, if he pushed in and held his cock inside her body for any length of time, the pressures of her cunt would make him climax too quickly. The slippery sliding and nipping of her tightly supple vagina was pushing him steadily along each time he was inside her. She, in spite of being tired out, was somehow or other managing to move her vagina around his throbbing cock without moving her thighs.
Lynn was raised to a near frenzy of passion at this point, and she dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her fulcrum, nipping his spongy glans with her oil-slick vaginal muscles. Her cunt clamped like a lion's starved mouth on the head of his throbbing cock.
"AAAAHHHHHUUUUUNNNNISIHHHHH!" he gasped, exclaiming out loud, his eyes wide with total astonishment. "Oh wow! That is the most beautiful feeling I have ever known. I can FEEL what you're doing to me."
"Well then, start moving," she wailed, desperate to feel his penis stroking inside her body as she writhed on the bed while fiercely clinging to him. "Move, damn you, move! FUCK ME!"
"I'm about a half dozen strokes away from blowing off!" he gasped.
"I'm even closer," she purred, smiling at him with her eyes closed, moving against the luxurious firmness of the bed. "So fire when ready, Gridley, fire when ready!"
Spurred by the coaxing of the lovely woman's words, as well as the greedy sucking of her tugging interior, the man began moving all over again. His hips jerked forward and back, plugging her deep in heated friction. Her hips whipped insanely from side to side, sliding the vastly swollen penis to and fro in the depths of her gobbling pubic cavern. Orin groaned and tensed. Swollen and pressed tightly between his legs his huge testicles wallowed over the wetness dribbling from her vaginal lips. Unable to withstand the strain any longer, they finally gave up the task of holding his sperm.
The lustfully driving stiffness that was his throbbing penis started pumping steaming semen into the slippery depths of her inner womanly chamber as he bellowed long and loud, "HHAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHGGGHHHAAAUUUUWWWWHHHH!"
He shuddered, jerking again and again moving wildly as the steaming streams left him. fountaining into the depths of her inflamed womanly crypt.
"EEEYYYAAAAIIIIGGGGAAAANNNNGGG GHHHHAAAAHHHHIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHH H A AAAGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, feeling the strongest of all climaxes totally overwhelm her. She felt swamped and inundated with sensation as never before.
"All the way, all the way!" he was encouraging her, as if she needed encouragement at this point.
"You're so WONDERFUL!" she gasped into his ear, crooning happily, her arms tightly pressing him to her with such fierce, overpowering strength, as if pleading with him to never leave, that her shoulders and head quivered from the taut strain.
Emptied, he lay there gasping, terribly hot and yet enjoying being held this way by a fulfilled, crooning, happy woman whose body was filled to overflowing with his seed. Aware his weight might be too much for her at this point, he rolled to the side, but her clamped-together thighs kept his shrinking cock locked inside her.
Lynn had found the man she had been seeking, at last. He was a lover, not a cocksman. He was one who adored her, and not one who used her. He was, in fact, everything she wanted in a man.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Thursday, time to get back to work. She would be without Mariko today, because Mariko would be taking her second day off today.
Orin had made her promise to call him when she was through for the tourists for the day, but Thursdays was the night of the luau, which meant she wouldn't be getting away before nine in the evening.
Mariko had shown them almost all the other sights in the islands, including King Kamehameha's tomb, and some mock native villages that had been erected strictly for the tourists.
Throughout the day she was constantly being followed by one tourist in particular, a May Strand, who seemed to be observing her more than casually.
That night, she gathered everyone at the hotel's stone courtyard in the rear, and she brought them down to the beach where a luau had been set up. She noticed Mrs. Strand, an old woman of close to seventy-odd years continually observed her, smiling strangely at her whenever she looked at the old woman.
When the luau was over, the old woman approached Lynn and said, "Miss Kaneha, that was ALL VERY INTERESTING, but can you tell me if you'll have some free time now that the others have gone?"
"How may I be of service, Mrs. Strand?" Lynn asked, noticing the white-haired old woman was still smiling strangely at her.
May Strand had wrinkled skin. It was obvious she had not enjoyed any fleshy contact with a male for quite some time, now.
"I was speaking with your employer, Mr. Sumatsu, this morning, and I asked him for a particular kind of lady, and he told me you perform the kind of service I had in mind, if you're given a high-enough tip."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Strand," she replied, "but if it has to do with anything PHYSICAL, may I suggest that tomorrow morning you speak to my associate, Mariko. I'm certain she will be more than happy to oblige you. I don't do those things." ANYMORE, she added, silently.
"Tomorrow will be too late," May Strand insisted. "You see I'm going back to the mainland, tomorrow. So I'm afraid you'll have to come, tonight."
"I already have an appointment ... " Lynn was cut off very suddenly. A hood was thrown over her head and she was lifted and carried very easily, and though she screamed, her screams were muffled.
She felt herself being dumped into narrow, cramped quarters, her feet pressing down on top of her. Then, even though she was being forced to lie down, she felt herself moving. She was on the floor in the rear of a car.
Some minutes later, she was being hauled out of the car and the hood was taken off her head. She was on the beach, near a seaside villa, and standing next to her was a powerful, squat little man who, it was obvious, would clobber her if she dared scream. He had probably been the one to throw the hood over her head. He propelled her toward the villa, and made her hurry inside. Once she was there, he waited for May Strand to come in. Together, Mrs. Strand and the squat man brought her to a room in the middle of the villa with no windows and only one door. When the door was open, they pushed her inside, and then followed.
"What's this all about?" Lynn asked.
As she spoke, the squat man began undressing her, and she had enough sense not to fight him. Soon she was totally naked, and as she stood before May Strand's critical eye, she shivered a little in apprehension. The old woman was holding a whip, of all things. She used the handle of it to touch Lynn, letting the handle circle Lynn's breasts.
"Yes, my dear," she said, nodding at the squat man. "You are perfect. You see, I came here not only for a vacation for myself, but for my idiot son, as well. Michael has the brain of an infant. But he has the body of a man and the sexual needs of a man. In order to compensate you for your time, I've deposited a thousand dollars in an envelope and slipped it under your door where you live."
A clanking sound made Lynn turn her head, and it was at that moment she saw the skinny little man with the huge head who was literally chained to the wall in the room. He was totally naked, and it was obvious his mother had done her best to make him presentable by giving him a sponge bath. He had lots of brown hair covering his head, and his eyes all but popped out as he looked at her. It was obvious this was not the first time his mother was offering him a woman. But if the rest of him was small and skinny, aside from his head, his cock certainly wasn't. It looked like something that ought to have been attached to an elephant. It was already stiff and jerking, standing out far away from his groin as he drooled at the sight of her.
"Chain her so she can't get away," May Strand said to the squat little man who had brought her there. .
Lynn panicked as the man grabbed her by the throat, hauled her to the wall near the drooling idiot, and clamped a chain around her throat, letting her move twelve feet from the wall.
Lynn's mind was spinning and whirling, now. What was happening to her? All this was different from anything she had been made to do before. All the men her employer had sent after her had at least been rationally sane men, even if they were horny sons of bitches. But before she was able to reason things out, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the old woman suddenly flicking the whip. It sailed through the air in the semi-dark room and caught her on the left buttock.
"Yyyyyyyaaaaiiiii!" Lynn shrieked, jumping, her hand touching the sore spot, feeling where the skin had been broken.
"Michael-likes to hear people yelp a little, especially pretty women," May Strand explained.
"As soon as I get out of here I'm heading for the police," Lynn gasped. "I'll have you thrown into prison for whatever is left of your miserable life."
"One thing you ought to learn is, never threaten someone when that someone you threaten is holding the whip hand, literally." She lashed out again with the whip, and the leather cut across Lynn's back, making the beautiful Polynesian woman scream.
"YUUUUUAAAAAI I I I IYYYYYY-AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked in her agony, her mind all awhirl and in a jumble. This entire business was pure madness. Why were they doing this to her?
The whip came slashing down at her again, making her yelp again, and then it hit her another time, making hr screech helplessly. She continued screaming, and listened to the big-headed idiot laugh and clap like an infant as the whip continued crisscrossing on her back.
Finally the whipping stopped. Lynn raised her head and saw the drooling idiot gripping his penis, jerking it back and forth, making it swell to even larger proportions.
"Does Michael want to fuck the pretty lady?" May Strand was asking.
"DUHHHHHH ... HHHHHHUUUHHHHH!" came the idiot's reply.
His eyes were glowing with lust, and if he didn't have an ounce of brains in his head, he still had his instincts. He obviously knew all about sex, and this was a routine with which he had become very familiar.
"Listen to me," May Strand said to her son. "You must do precisely what mother tells you to do, do you understand?" she purred as the idiot stood up, letting his thick cock stand out and sway from side to side. He stood stock-still, waiting for the command he knew would eventually come whenever he obeyed his mother. His beady little eyes fastened firmly on the smooth, tan body of Lynn Kaneha, and he drooled again.
May Strand walked over to where Lynn now was kneeling on the floor of the room, and she grabbed her by her ebony hair.
"D-don't hurt me!" Lynn gasped. "I can't stand pain."
"Now, dear girl, we're going to have a little fun. You will give my dull-witted son exactly what his body is craving, or I'll lay this whip across you until you go insane with agony," she said, smiling.
"My God! No! For the love of heaven, don't let that ... thing come near me," Lynn groaned, her eyes transfixed on the skinny little man's enormous cock.
"Get those legs open, my girl," May Strand commanded the helpless Polynesian woman.
By now, Lynn knew better than to argue with a woman with a whip in her hand, and so she timidly spread her legs as she squatted on the floor. To do otherwise would be to invite a whipping. When she raised her head, looking up, she saw the way the half-witted Michael had his tongue hanging out, drooling, as he hungrily stared at the sparse patch of hair between her naturally bronzed legs.
"Now my dear son," the old woman was saying. "Take a good look at that. Doesn't that look yummy?" she asked, prodding the idiot. "I brought you here to Hawaii because it's the only safe place for you ... at least until tomorrow. But by the time this woman tells her story to anyone, we'll be on our way to South America, where we can find even more girls for you. But for now, this is the girl for you. Wait, my handsome son, and I'll show you a part of her that's even more interesting." She raised the whip threateningly and said to Lynn, "Turn over on your belly and show him your backside. Let my boy see everything and enjoy you."
As Lynn saw the evil-looking bullwhip hovering over her, fear took total possession of her brain for the moment, and she hurriedly obeyed, not understanding precisely what part of her she was suddenly supposed to show. Nevertheless, she hastily flopped onto her belly.
"Spread your thighs, my dear," the old woman commanded.
With terror traumatizing her, making her feel as if a cold hand was clutching her heart, Lynn slowly parted her trembling thighs again, and she heard chains clanking as the idiot ambled over and hunched down beside her, leaning menacingly over her nakedly helpless body.
She gasped when she felt a hand invade her vagina, and she realized from the touch of it, she was being fondled by the old lady and not the idiot son.
"Look, Michael. See how nice it all is in there?" she asked. "Hmmmmmmm? My, my, look how long and thick that wonderful penis of your is growing, my fine, handsome son. This lovely lady lying here on her belly would be more than happy to have you make love to her, but she's too shy to ask you to do so. So your mommy will ask you to do it for her. Go on, Michael. Fuck the lovely lady. She really wants you to do it."
"HHHHHRRRRRMMMMMNNNNNGGGGHHH the idiot boy grumbled in assent, trying to reason just why this strange woman, whom he had never before seen in his life, was so anxious to make him feel happy. Still he didn't fight his mother as she guided him into position.
The old woman's fingers were wandering lewdly over the helpless Polynesian female's body. The chained young woman began shivering with horror as she felt the old lady slowly begin separating the fearfully trembling gluteal cheeks of her rounded behind. A prodding finger began moving back and forth across her anal pucker.
"Come on, baby, come on my son," the old woman was murmuring to the idiot. "Do it! Do it!" she encouraged, one of her hands continually kneading and twisting and rubbing the flesh of the helpless woman's buttocks, biting into the flesh without mercy. "We'll do it differently, this time," the old woman whispered, softly. "Instead of putting that big, hard cock into the swampy pink hole as you always do, we're going to let you poke that nice, thick penis of yours into the hot little hole, back here. She wants you to do it, Michael. She'll be hurt if you don't do it to her."
NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME, the helpless tour guide was screaming, her head pressing against the carpeted floor, using her fingers to claw at the metal collar around her neck in a completely futile attempt to break away from the tortures she was feeling.
"Come on, come on," May Strand was urging. "Put that nice, big, thick cock of yours into this tight little round hole back here. You can do it, darling. Yes, yes, yes, you can do it. If you do, you'll make HER happy, and you'll make yourself very happy. Come on, my sweet love."
The young woman lying prone on the floor was completely frozen with terror. She realized the old woman was poking, not into her open, empty vagina, but rather her fingers were prodding into the tight rictus of her anus, teasing and pinching the skin around it, luring her son closer.
"You can't MEAN this!" she gasped to the old woman. "Not in there! For the love of heaven, don't let him put that log of his in there!" she gasped, but the idiot wasn't listening to anything she said. His mother's voice was the only one coming through to him, and he would obey her no matter what she told him to do.
Lynn was aware of May Strand's hands suddenly moving away very quickly, replaced almost immediately by the slavering, disgusting mouth and lips of the half-witted young man as he thrust his face into the narrow crevice separating her frantically cringing, squeezing ass-cheeks. Fear, like an icy stalagmite, seemed to spear its way up her spine.
The human monster hovering against her rear-end with his face pressed between her buttocks had lost total control of himself. He was lapping and slurping and even biting wildly, his huge hands firmly pinning her to the floor as his fingers inched their way into the heated wetness of her flamingly quivering vagina.
The pain was becoming more and more intense, and the lovely Polynesian woman knew, this time, without question, she was definitely experiencing the ultimate in degradation. Michael was moving closer steadily, forcing her helpless thighs farther apart as he continued prodding her, opening her ass-cheeks with unconscious roughness, thinking only of getting to that little puckered opening. His finger was still poking, digging, lancing at the narrow little brown hole, causing the nakedly kneeling woman to jerk her helpless body forward spasmodically each time she felt some new, additional pain.
"Stop FIGHTING him," the older woman ordered. Her voice was steady and menacing. "I brought you here for my son to enjoy, and you will allow him to enjoy you. If you struggle, I'll use the whip on you again, and you know how painful that can be."
By this time it made no difference whatsoever whether Lynn was willing to cooperate. The idiot Michael had apparently decided to take matters into his own hands as he let more of his slaver fall on her buttocks. One thick finger of his had already poked deeply into the elastic opening of her anus, stretching the ring of rubbery muscle. He was working the finger around and around and around very methodically, pressing it deeper and deeper inside the rubbery, buttery depths of her anal flesh. She was moaning and groaning in a pathetic way, letting her face press against the carpeted floor. She desperately attempted to relax her stunned, helpless body in order to minimize the pain when his finger came driving even deeper into her.
Lynn was unable to believe this was happening to her. Never in her life had she heard of such a thing, and she was unable to make herself believe this terrible, sordid sodomy was actually taking place. She, who had taken her job in order to better help her family, and who had finally found a man she was actually able to love, was being manhandled by a brutish idiot, and she was still unable to believe it. Yet, if she had any doubts concerning the reality of the situation, they were very shortly washed away. The idiotic young Michael added yet a second finger to the first one, each as thick as a small banana, and he began violently thrusting the two fingers in and out of the narrow, tightly clasping tunnel of her back passage. He moved his fingers with ever-increasing vigor, and the helpless Lynn found herself forced to jerk her buttocks back and forth in a helplessly futile attempt to escape the anal ravishment.
"She's ready for your penis, darling," the half-crazed mother gasped to her brainless son. "Give it to her, darling. You don't want to disappoint her."
The empty-headed, large-skulled youth grunted in complete agreement and finally jerked his fingers very abruptly from the tortured anal crevice. He tightly gripped his own hugely pulsating masculine organ. It was now full-grown and as stiff as a ramrod. Gleefully he slowly began moving forward.
He still didn't know who this new woman was, but his mother had told him the only way to make her happy was to poke his cock into that tiny hole of hers in the rear. Well that was just what he was going to do. He was going to make this woman happy, and he was going to make his mother proud of him at the same time. His mother had told him, quite truthfully for a change, that his was probably the largest penis in existence, and that women loved large penises. The larger they were, the more the women liked them. This being the case, he was certain this woman who lay with her back to him was going to be the happiest woman around.
Somehow he sensed her position was not quite right. No, she had to have that lower half of her body a little higher. So the young man used his hands to force her into a kneeling position. Now that was better. Pressing the tip of his penile head against the puckered little opening, he rubbed the head up and down, letting some of his penile oils lubricate the little opening.
Considering his total lack of thinking ability and his relative inexperience when it came to sodomy, it was amazing he was able to penetrate her sphincter as swiftly as he finally did. Her tight ring of muscle offered a considerable amount of resistance for a brief span of time, but it was obvious the contest between the moronic male and the helpless female was completely unequal. In spite of his skinniness, he had great strength, and with that great strength he had more than a little clumsiness. He gripped her ass-cheeks instinctively and pulled her back toward him as he pushed hard, then harder, until at last he felt the tight little elastic opening leading to her rear tunnel finally cave in. A broad, happy smile crossed his face as the dim-witted monster of a human grotesquerie realized he was about to have a different kind of sexual experience in his tragic life. He shoved forward all the harder for joy, ignoring her loud, agonized screams of mercy as he did so.
Lynn Kaneha knew nothing now other than the searing pain in her rectal tunnel. She knew full well that if all this didn't end shortly, she would pass out from the agony of it all. OH HELP ME! PELE! HEAR ME AND PLEASE HELP! she silently pleaded, but the goddess apparently didn't hear her, or if she did, she must have been too busy, elsewhere.
The poor Hawaiian woman was almost out of her mind with pain and fright. She didn't even feel human any longer as she continued twisting and turning, screaming her lungs out for someone to come and save her. She shrieked again and again, the pain unbearable as the thick cock forced its way deeper and deeper into her rectal interior.
"EE EEE YYYYYAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYAA-AAAGGGGGHHHHH!" she bellowed, wiggling helplessly on the end of the thick cock, and her screams sounded like shouts of joy to the sick mind of the man who was fucking her in the ass.
He grinned all the more broadly and shoved harder.
Her quivering rectal interior felt aflame with burning torment, and she wiggled and squealed like a woman possessed by some demon, totally incapable of rational thought and driven only by an overwhelming need to free her poor, fragmented rectum from the Sequoia trunk which had suddenly been rammed inside her. The helpless woman slammed herself back at the man with all her strength, but her frail muscles were no match for the crazed idiot who had hurled himself on top of her.
"Oh my God! My God! Pele! Pele! Help me!" she pleaded, feeling as if this dreadful judgment had reduced her to something less than human at the moment.
Michael continued skewering himself forward again and again, drops of saliva dripping from his open mouth onto the tan of Lynn's naked back as he instinctively established a rhythm and began fucking steadily in and out of the tightness of her ass-hole with steady, regular strokes.
Lynn felt as if the battle was suddenly over, and her strength totally disappeared. She fell forward, collapsing on her belly, her ripely dangling breasts cushioning her against the hardness of the carpeted floor.
"Well, Miss Kaneha, aren't you enjoying what my son is doing to you?" May Strand smiled sadistically, as if getting some kind of enjoyment from the helpless woman's torment.
The poor Hawaiian woman's only response was a gasping groan as her pain-wracked body was continually jerked back and forth involuntarily by the violence of the crazed idiot's powerful sodomizing thrusts. The pain, although not going away just yet, had slowly become more manageable now, and the helpless woman found her mind clearing, somewhat. She had to survive this, if only to find some way to revenge herself on Simon Sumatsu for all this. She had to find a way to show them how much she hated them, and yet she had to keep them from hurting her some more. In a sudden burst of rage she slammed her buttocks solidly back against the idiot who was savagely hurting her. She hurled herself back again and again, squeezing down with her rectal muscles, doing her best to tear his huge, beating penis right out of his body if it was at all possible.
She would find a way to get even with Simon Sumatsu and the whole Sumatsu family. Had it not been for them the only moments of sexual knowledge she would have had would have been those with Orin. There had to be some way to get back at these people.
The chained body of the helpless woman was undulating and vibrating very fiercely now. Her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks were rotating in vicious little circles and the man's massively throbbing length of solid cock was tingling with a strange delight he had only enjoyed previously when poking it into a vagina.
With his heavy, muscular hands, the idiot spread the cheeks of her firmly working behind even farther apart. His eyes almost bulged, ready to pop from his head as he watched the glistening thickness of his long, steel-solid prick continually gliding smoothly in and smoothly out of the tightly narrow, tortured receptacle of the lovely woman's squeezing rectum.
Mistaking the frantic woman's writhing and squirming as well as her moaning for intense passion rather than overpowering pain, he began increasing the tempo of his wild stroking. He plowed into her with the maniacal fury only a brainless monster was capable of mustering. He felt the beginnings of a wildly exciting sensation building deep in the pit of his own belly.
It was at this point that Lynn realized she was feeling less and less pain. As her asscheks shuddered back and forth more and more rapidly, she felt the thrills building higher and higher in her, and the realization struck her that it was possible to attain an orgasm rectally just as she was able to do so vaginally.
"AAAAANNNNNNHHHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH ... OOOOOOH HH H H H H..." the beautiful woman continued groaning as she became aware of the idiot continually jerking and slamming the full length of his cock back and forth inside her narrow rectal tunnel. She realized from his movements and the swelling of his penis that he was on the verge of having an orgasm. He was going to fill her large intestine with his heatedly churning semen, but by now the feelings in her were so intense, it was precisely what she wanted to experience. Even if she hadn't wanted it, there was nothing in the world to prevent it.
She didn't think in terms of being submissive at this point. She WANTED the penis to continue and finish what it was doing inside her. Chained as she was, she felt like a slave during the early settling of Hawaii, bowing down humbly and letting this crazed man have his way with her.
"Yes, my son, yes," May Strand was saying, encouraging him, causing the idiot Michael to want to spew his hot, vile sperm into the helpless Lynn's tremblingly naked body. Lynn wanted it too, but not before the climax building in her own body had finally arrived. She no longer thought about the bestial indignities being heaped on her, and instead, thought of herself as another Mariko, who was willing to let any and all orifices in her body be used if the price was high enough. In this case it was, and since there was no way for Lynn to stop what was happening, the only sensible thing left was to enjoy it. Yes, she would enjoy it. As for Simon Sumatsu, she would find some way to keep the man from ever causing her misery again. He was the one who had to pay for all this more than anyone else.
Michael laughed in a silly, high-pitched voice and dug his long, black, sharp fingernails into the sensitive flesh of Lynn's ass. He was doing his best to try and force his mammoth thickness even deeper into the sucking depths of the helpless Polynesian woman's anus, enjoying the sight of her arms flailing out even as she remained balanced on her knees. His massively murderous penis continued slamming deeper and deeper, and then it swelled one more time before exploding like a weakened dam.
"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH-HAAAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUNNNNN-NGGGGGGHHHH H H AA A AAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, firing blast after heavy blast into the tightness of her rectum, making Lynn think it was going to go on forever. It was as if he were firing a lifetime of accumulated lust into the tight, unnatural cavern of her clinging anus. The heatedly sticky sperm flowed heavily and thickly, forcing its way out of the tightly clogged nether opening to dribble heatedly between her thighs, making the stickiness spread as it mixed with her own oils.
Now it was her own turn to climax. The heated sperm shooting through her rectal cavern. added to the continued thrusts of the cock in her anus finally sent Lynn over the top. She shuddered and shrieked, and began shouting, "AAAAAIIIIEEEEYYYYYIIIIIGGGG-HHHHHGGGHGGGHHH!"
Her ass shuddered back and forth, back and forth, and the sensation was so strong, she passed out, sinking deeper and deeper into a dark, black hole, falling, falling, falling, unable to check herself and stop her fall.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Lynn awoke, she was in her own apartment. She was lying naked, in her bed, with the lights on in her room. Orin was seated in the chair near the bed, and dawn was streaking the horizon.
"Wh-what happened?" she asked.
"I wanted to ask you the same question," he said to her. "You were supposed to call me when you got off work, last night. When you didn't call, I came over here, but I found the door locked and the apartment dark. I went away, worried, and went to toss off a couple of drinks. The next time I came back, I was met by your friend, Mariko, who explained that you might be detained somewhere against your will. She told me your employer tries making use of your body even though you want nothing to do with it."
"Does he ever," Lynn gasped.
"Well, I waited in Mariko's apartment because she had nothing doing. She wanted to come on to me, but when she saw how hot I was for you, she backed off. Anyway, at about three in the morning, after a long bull session, we checked your apartment again and found the door open. I came inside and found you sprawled naked on the bed, your body washed from head to foot, and your rectal pucker a bright red as if someone had been pushing a file in and out of it. Now suppose you tell me what happened."
"Me, too," Mariko said, coming into the room. Apparently the Japanese girl had been unable to sleep, and when she had heard the voices in Lynn's apartment, she had gotten up and had put on a robe and had come over.
She and Orin listened attentively as Lynn told them what had happened to her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Simon Sumatsu was one of the most influential businessmen in Hawaii. He never let business interfere with pleasure, nor did he allow pleasure to interfere with business. He was a pudgy man with a round face, married to a strong-willed woman who owned more than half his holdings. The woman was one who would not hesitate to divorce him in a moment should she catch him being unfaithful to her. It therefore followed that the black-haired, five-foot-six-inch Japanese businessman was very careful to avoid having anything to do with the various women who worked for him in the different industries he owned.
One particular evening, he drove to Makai Point, basically because he had received some correspondence from someone he knew to be wealthy, and that someone wanted to speak to him about building a new dog-racing track in Oahu that would net a fortune. Simon had carefully sent letters to the man, Kono Lahuana, guardedly telling him he was more than interested in discussing the proposition face-to-face. But it wouldn't pay for the two of them to be seen openly, and so they had agreed to go to Makai Point, where there would be no one around.
He drove his Cadillac Seville to the Point, a high cliff where there were lots of trees to cover everything, and he got out and waited, walking around in his twenty dollar short-sleeved sport shirt and fifty dollar slacks.
He didn't have long to wait. Before he knew what was happening a man overpowered him and covered his face with a chloroform-doused rag. He immediately sank into unconsciousness, and when he awoke, he was in a little shack, stripped completely naked. With him, was one of the Japanese girls who worked for his tour guide service. She was also naked, and though he tried fighting her off, he discovered he had been injected with some depressant which made him very weak and unable to struggle with her. As a result, she used her mouth to build his erection up, after which she sat on it until she came. Because of the depressant, he didn't climax, and so she proceeded to sit on it with her buttocks, letting it work its way into her rectum This time he climaxed, and she pulled off at the moment of orgasm so that his sperm spewed all over her ass-cheeks.
He realized pictures had been taken of everything, and he would be ruined if the pictures ever got out. Someone dressed him and then carried his body to his car, where he lay slumped, in a daze, while the man drove him halfway to his home. By this time, the depressant began wearing off. The man stopped the car, got out, and got into another car he'd had waiting for him, and drove off, telling Simon Sumatsu he would be contacted.
Simon waited a bit longer for the depressant to wear off some more, then got behind the wheel of his car, and drove home. That night, he slept well in spite of all his worries, first, because of the dregs of the depressant in his system, and second, because of the overpowering orgasm he'd had with the Japanese girl. Being Japanese, himself, Simon was partial to Japanese girls. So the orgasm has been far more powerful than anything he had enjoyed in years with his own wife, who was also Japanese.
When he awoke the following morning, Simon wondered just what was going on. When he went to his office in the Surratsu building where OAHU TOURS was located, he immediately had the Japanese girl, Mariko, called into his presence.
"You realize," he told her, "for what you did, I will not only fire you, but will take steps to see to it you work for no one in Hawaii again. This is an outrage."
"What you did to Lynn Kaneha was an outrage," Mariko said, calmly. "She is not Like myself. She was virgin until your brother dishonored her with his miserable self."
"How dare you say something like that about a Sumatsu," he roared.
"Be silent!" she snapped back. "Your days of dictating, at least to me, are over with. From now on you will do precisely as I say, or those photos will find their way into your wife's hands. You know I will keep my word."
"How much do you want?" he asked.
"For myself, very little," she told him. "First, from now on, if you have anyone you want entertained, you will direct them to me, and not to any other woman, unless I tell you otherwise."
"I can think of certain very powerful men who I would love to see entertain you," he snapped.
"I'm sure," she nodded. "But THEY will not entertain me. You see, there are many different prints of those pictures taken last night, scattered to the hands of many different people all over Hawaii by now. If anything ever happens to me or to Lynn Kaneha, those pictures will reach every newspaper and TV station on the islands. Am I making myself clear?" she asked. "Now, you will agree to let me entertain high-paying guests from now on, except for a Sumatsu. I will never again dishonor my body by allowing it to be touched by you or members of your family. Second, Lynn Kaneha is leaving. You will give her a half year's pay as a going away present. On top of that, you will also settle on her parents the sum of one-hundred dollars a week, permanently. This sum is to increase by fifteen dollars every year, from now on." "This is blacktrail!"
"Yes," Mariko nodded. "Finally, Lynn has decided to marry. You, as a gesture of good will, will pay for her wedding."
"When do I get the pictures back?" Simon wanted to know.
"You don't," Mariko told him. "Do you think I am a fool? I will keep the pictures with me for as long as you live. Once you are dead, they will be destroyed. If, however, any harm comes to me, to Lynn Kaneha, or to her fianc'-soon-to-be-her-husband while you live, those pictures will go to your wife and the news media. Have I made myself understood?"
"Yes," Simon-Sumatsu nodded, bowing his head.
When Mariko left the man's office, she went to Lynn and let her know all that had happened, and the two women laughed. At last, Lynn was free to pursue her own life with Orin, who had proposed to her the day following her tragic rape by Michael Strand. He wanted to make sure she never left his protection again.
