Pam unfastened her shorts and lowered them slowly to the ground over her sensuously long, shapely legs. Standing there in only a thin pair of panties, she smiled at Pete. He could see the contours of her pussy and her gorgeous blonde bush through the delicate fabric. He stood gazing for a moment, then knelt before her, his face even with her cunt. He buried his face in her muff and breathed in the odor of her hot box. His cock felt like it was ready to explode.
Pam closed her eyes in eager anticipation of the thrills she was about to receive from her lusty lover. She knew that this was one vacation that would have many sexy memories.
CHAPTER 1
Pam was sitting, idly pulling the material of her thin dress up her thigh and back down again. It was a hot, humid day in San Francisco, and the dress clung to her in a maddenly sensuous way. She was thinking and remembering. It had become her favorite hobby lately.
Her blue-green eyes stared out of the ceiling-to-floor bay window, half-focusing, dream-like, on the busy people down on the street. They were all so intent, going to or coming from somewhere. The apartment was a modest third floor walk-up. As if mesmerized by the activity in the streets below, the five foot-six beautiful eighteen year old absently stopped caressing the dress long enough to light a cigarette, then let her hand drop back down to her soft, moist thigh again.
Mike. Ah yes, Mike! He was the one who had started all her desires brewing, the night he had made her a virgin-no-more. Mike, the high school football star, Mike the cherry-stealer. She remembered her own voice singing out in that car, parked by the fishing lake. "Yes, Mike. So good!" It had hurt, but at the same time felt so unbelievably good: And she remembered too, his voice, saying, "Oh, man!" as her hot, slippery flesh squeezed at his shaft.
She was away from that now, on her own in the big city. In the few months since leaving home she had been a waitress, a nudie model, and slept with both the manager of the restaurant and the photographer. And oh how she had come to love sex! She thrived on it, yearned for it, like a baby thrives and yearns for its bottle or breast nipple. She had found loving more fulfilling with older men, but somehow she wasn't remembering them now. Her memories were of young Mike.
She blinked her long, thick eyelashes, and pursed her ripe, red lips, thinking how much easier life would be if she wasn't such a warm, sensuous girl.
Pam pulled herself up and made her way into the bedroom. She sat before her mirror, staring at her reflection, thinking about the trip she was going to begin the following day. She wondered what adventure lay in store for her. She could imagine herself now on the white, sandy beach, soaking up the sun, listening to the rhythm of the pounding surf. Maybe a bronze god of a man would come along and begin an interesting conversation with her. She smiled to herself and picked up a hairbrush and began brushing her long, blonde hair.
The mammoth jet soared up and away, carrying Pam, winging toward her dream vacation. She could hardly believe that at last she was on her way. Resting her-head against the seat, she listened to the soft rush of the engines and let her thoughts wander. Her mind turned, as it usually did in such situations, to men. She mulled over the guys in her life, back to Mike.
He had introduced her to the joys of lovemaking, and ever since, she'd had a lustful craving for sexual gratification. She loved what she did to men-and the thought of what they did for her made goose bumps rise on her back.
She gazed down at the water far, far below the plane, the waves rippling, the bright sunlight dancing on the water. The sight made her sleepy, and soon her head dropped back against the seat and she dozed off. She dreamed of swaying palms, sandy beaches, blue waters and bronzed men. She awoke with a smile on her face and found that the jet was nearing the islands. The jet soared over Hawaii like a giant bird and glided into the airfield, coming to a halt alongside the terminal. Pam disembarked and claimed her luggage, found an old jalopy of a taxi and told the driver, an elderly copper-hued man, to take her to the Moalakoi Hotel. He started the ancient auto and they rattled off toward the hotel. The streets were quite busy with traffic. Pam watched intently from the back seat and found, as they rode along, that Hawaii was everything she had hoped it would be. It was large enough, but didn't appear too cluttered with tourists, and its quaint streets were filled with interesting shops.
The Moalakoi Hotel, one of the island's nicest and most modern, was perched on the edge of the sea, a short distance from town. A beautiful structure, tall and white, it rose six stories from the ground, and each room had its own balcony overlooking the ocean.
The taxi creaked to a halt in front of the budding and Pam paid the driver and went inside the lobby. She checked her reservation and found that everything was in order and her room was waiting. She went up, and as soon as her luggage was brought, changed into a brief bikini and went back downstairs, not wanting to waste a minute.
She walked out to the pool and all heads turned to look at her as she passed. She put an extra little wiggle in her walk and smiled to herself at the response she got.
Several people were swimming in the enormous pool, but most were seated in the comfortable lounge chairs flanking the pool. Pam chose one and sat down, immediately applying suntan oil to her smooth skin. While she rubbed, she looked around at her fellow hotel guests. There were all shapes and sizes, all age groups, different colors and different nationalities.
At a nearby lounge was a girl about the same age as Pam. She saw Pam looking at her and she smiled, getting up and coming over to join her, she put out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Shelly Freeman."
Pam took her hand briefly, and returning her smile said, "I'm Pam Thompson."
"Nice to meet you, Pam. Did you just get in?"
"Yes, I did," Pam replied. "Haven't done anything yet. I just threw on a bikini the minute I got to my room and came down here to soak up some of this sun."
"I've been working on a tan, too," Shelly said, "but I stay inside so much I don't make much progress."
"Inside?" Pam asked. "In a place like this?"
"Yeah. Inside, in bed!" Shelly told her.
Pam laughed and said, "Oh, I see!"
"I was over on Maui with a guy and we came over here, but then he had to split."
"Too bad," Pam said.
"I'm glad in a way," Shelly told her. "I was about tired of him and I was definitely tired of Maui. That's why we came over here. This place is more to my liking, more people, and more competition for the busy."
"You shouldn't have any trouble in that department."
Shelly was a very attractive girl, though not a beauty like Pam, but still very pretty. Pam's opposite, she was dark-haired and dark-eyed. Not quite as tall as Pam, she had a well-stacked figure. She didn't have an ounce that wasn't distributed in the right place. Her big breasts almost spilled out of the top of her bikini and the bottom covered a cute, well-rounded ass. Her legs were twin columns of perfectly curved ivory.
"This Hawaii is a swinging place, all right," she confided to Pam. "The guy I came from Maui with had no sooner left that I was propositioned by a good-looking guy in the elevator."
"Did you take him up on it?" Pam asked.
"Not the first time. I was tired and needed a rest after all the trip from Maui. But last night I was all rested up and I saw him again, and he asked me again and I accepted. He took me out to dinner and dancing, and then we came back to my room and had a few drinks and before I knew it I was in the sack! He's a little older, which I prefer, and he was very good in bed, and he seems to be loaded. He threw money around like it was toilet paper. I haven't seen him around today. He's probably gone already. That's the way it is around these places, but that's the way I like it. I don't like long; involved relationships. I like nice little affairs which allow me to play the field, and resorts are just the place for it."
"Yeah, me, too," Pam agreed.
"Hmmmm, I wonder who I should try first," Pam pondered, looking over the people around the pool.
Shelly gazed dreamily toward the opposite side of the pool and said, "See that blond god of a lifeguard over there?"
Pam followed her gaze and her eyes came to rest on a handsome man she had noticed earlier. "Yes, I see him."
"He's the one I'm after," Shelly said. "I've never seen such a handsome hunk of man. Look at that face, look at that body, look at everything! He is in fantastic shape for an older guy. I can just imagine how it would be with him. I get turned on just thinking about it! I would let him have me right here on the edge of the pool in front of all these people!"
Pam laughed. She looked at the bronzed lifeguard. About that time, he got down off his perch and walked along the edge of the pool. Her eyes followed every step, watching the way his muscles rippled when he walked and the self-confident air about him. Her eyes traveled down to the brief bikini-swimsuit he was wearing. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard at the sight of the tight, clinging fabric covering the bulge of his cock. As he walked the tight material of the trunks kneaded it gently, moving it slightly from side to side.
"I see what you mean, Shelly," Pam declared. Her breath was coming faster and her heartbeat had increased. She got that same tingling feeling she'd experienced so long ago with Mike. She hadn't realized how horny she was!
"His name is Jeff Madison," Shelly said. "I know that much about him. I intend to find out lots more." Pam stood suddenly and said, "Let's take a swim, Shelly!"
She ran to the edge of the pool and jumped in, her lovely young body cutting the water like a knife. She came up and saw Shelly dive and then surface near her.
"I'll race you to the other end," Pam challenged.
"Let's go," Shelly said, and they were off, paddling and splashing through the clear water toward the opposite end of the pool.
It was a close race and Pam won by a slim margin. When they stopped, sputtering and gasping for breath, they looked up and saw Jeff Madison watching them. He nodded and gave them a smile and strode back to his lifeguard's perch and sat down.
"Well, at least he noticed us," Shelly said.
"Yeah, we're making progress," Pam added.
"That swim made me thirsty," Shelly said. "Let's go get a drink."
Pam followed her up the ladder, out of the pool and back to their lounge chairs. A waiter came by and Shelly ordered two Polynesian Passions, a specialty of the hotel. In a few minutes he was back with the tall, frosty glasses. Pam took a sip of the cold, fruit-flavored liquid. It was delicious. She sipped it and chatted with Shelly as she watched the people around the pool. The more she sipped, the more relaxed she felt. She didn't realize how strong the drink was until she got up and started to leave.
She wove a pattern through the crowd, making her way into the hotel, to the elevator, and up to her room feeling as though she were walking on air. She stepped from the elevator and walked down the thick-carpeted hallway to her room. Once inside, she went to the bathroom and peeled off her wet bikini, hanging it over the shower door, and went back into the bedroom. On the opposite wall there was a full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stood looking at her nude reflection, turning first to one side and then the other. She cupped her hands under her large breasts and shook them slightly. Taking the nipples in her fingers she stroked and tickled them, sending small waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged the brown nipples until they stood out, firm and pointing. Then her hands moved down over her firm stomach, kneading the smooth flesh.
Her fingers tangled into the blonde bush of her pubic hair, and slowly pulled apart the fat lips, exposing the red interior to the mirror. She walked closer looking at the reflection of her slit, the sensitive seat of her pleasure. She rubbed the lips together and felt the slippery, lubricating juice facilitate the movement. She inserted a finger just inside the lips and stirred. Her pussy sucked at her finger like a hungry mouth. Her clit was hard and pointing, and when she touched it, bolts of electricity shot through her body. She stirred faster and her finger made slurpy noises in the hot, juicy flesh.
She decided to take a shower. As she crossed the room she glanced at her unpacked luggage on the racks. Oh, well, there was plenty of time to unpack, she said to herself. Right now she was hot and she was going to relieve herself. She was already horny and that Polynesian-Passion had made her even hornier. She wandered what the hell was in it.
She stepped inside the shower, closed the door, and turned on the water. When the temperature was right, she took the nozzle and aimed the fine spray at her nipples, the sensation like hundreds of pleasurable little needles sticking her flesh. Then she aimed the spray downward over her stomach and directed it to her hairy mound. She arched her body backward, thrusting her pussy as high as she could so the spray could get at her most sensitive area. She moved her hips back and forth while the jet of water sprayed over her bush, making the hair stand out in little ringlets.
Reaching for the soap, she made a thick lather and applied it to her smooth, creamy skin. She covered her enormous tits, kneading and massaging them until they were pink and glowing. She worked the lather down, until her pubic hair was frothy with suds. She worked her hand round and round in circular motions while her box was tingling with excitement.
Inserting her finger again, she made contact with her clit and began massaging the hard, little button. She ground her hips in circular motions against her working finger. Leaning back against the wall of the shower, she added another finger to her cunt and added an up and down motion while she finger-fucked herself. As the delightful feeling increased, she moved faster and saw her stomach muscles flexing and unsexing involuntarily.
Her body tensed, her heartbeat increased, her breathing became heavier, and she was on the verge of a beautiful orgasm when suddenly she heard a loud knock at the door. At first she ignored it and kept masturbating furiously, but the knock came again, louder and more insistent.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she said disgustedly and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "Now who the hell can that be?"
She draped the towel loosely around herself and went to the door muttering under her breath. She opened the door and her eyes grew wide with amazement when she saw a bellhop standing there with a tray in his hands. A big smile spread across his lips when he saw Pam standing there with a towel barely covering her naked body. He swallowed hard.
"Your order, miss," he said, his eyes taking her in from head to foot.
"But I didn't call room service," she told him, letting her gaze travel over his body. He was at least six feet tall and-filled out the bellboy's uniform in a way that pleased her very much. He was an older man, yet extremely attractive, quite broad-shouldered and slim-hipped, and he had a thatch of curly, sandy hair, trimmed with gray at the temples. His gray eyes had a twinkle to them and his smile was punctuated by two dimples.
"I'm terribly sorry, miss," he apologized, his eyes fixed on her breasts. "I'll go back downstairs and find out the right room number."
He kept standing there gazing at her, not wanting to leave. She kept lingering in the doorway, hoping he would stay.
Finally he said, "Can I come back after I deliver this order?" His voice was husky with desire.
"Yes, come back," Pam said, letting her voice tremble slightly with passion.
She closed the door and dropped the towel and felt juice from her pussy running down her legs. She stood there, her heart pounding, her breath coming in gasps. Her hands began moving over her soft flesh again, stroking and caressing. Every pore of her body was on fire with desire.
Soon there came a soft knock at the door, the sound she had been waiting for. She raced across the room to answer it, her big tits swinging and the stickiness between her legs exciting her even further. She opened the door and there stood the handsome bellboy. He saw her naked body and his own lust reflected in her eyes.
"My God!" he exclaimed, but more of a groan stuck in his throat. He rushed into the room and slammed the door behind him. He quickly removed his jacket and shirt, shoes and socks, keeping his eyes riveted to Pam's beautiful body.
She also watched him and liked very much what was being revealed to her. She saw that his erection already made a big bulge in his pants. He unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down and struggling out of them. Standing there in only his shorts, his cock was like a tent pole straining at the fabric. He gripped the waistband and maneuvered it dower over his rigid dong.
When it came into view, hard and straining, Pam's eyes widened and she licked her tongue out over her lips. It was long and thick, at least seven inches, and it stood up against his hairy belly, throbbing and jerking, his hairy balls swinging beneath it.
He advanced toward Pam holding his prick like a lance and she spread her legs apart and pushed her pelvis forward. He lowered himself until he was on a level with her and placed the bell-shaped head against her blonde pussy. She was so hot she groaned with lust and took it in her hand, and placing it on her waiting cunt lips, shoved forward. She was so hot and slippery the head went in immediately with a slurp.
The bellboy reached down and took her thighs as she gave a little hop in the air and he picked her up. She locked her legs around his waist. That caused his prick to slide into her hot snatch all the way to the hilt.
"Ummmmmm," they both moaned happily when they were coupled.
She pulled his head to her and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she tasted his warm, sweet, rushing breath and his slippery saliva. His tongue retaliated like a wild serpent and probed and licked in her mouth.
He tensed the muscles of his ass, causing his shaft to rear up deep in her and he felt her cunt squeeze tightly around it in sucking motions. Some of the juice from her cunt ran down on his balls.
He walked around the room holding her up like that and each step he took caused his dick to work in and out of the moist snatch. He backed her up against the wall and gave her several long, slow, in and out strokes.
"Ahhhh, ummmmmm!" Pam sighed when she felt the hot pole of flesh working in and out of her grateful pussy. It penetrated wide and deep, pushing the walls of her cunt aside in its journey into her depths, then pulled back again, making sucking noises.
He walked back to the middle of the room and said, "Hold tight. I'm gonna lower you to the floor."
She kept her legs locked tightly around him while he lowered her to the soft carpet and she felt his muscles tense as he came down with her, making sure they didn't become uncoupled. When she felt the carpet under her back she pushed upward, locking her legs tighter about him, causing her cunt to caress its welcome intruder like a tight glove. Her hands were all over him while her mouth worked his in hot, passionate kisses.
He began to push his hips, hunching fiercely, driving his sword to the hilt in thrust after thrust, deeper and deeper. She met each thrust by pushing her pussy upward, her ass bouncing up and down on the carpet.
She felt pleasure flowing over her in waves, and the waves became stronger and stronger; propelling her into a blissful, satisfying orgasm.
"Oh, it's good ... so good!" she moaned into his mouth. "Fuck me good like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He moved faster, until his balls bounced against her ass, driving his hot prick into her slick snatch, filling the room with the beautiful music of fucking.
"I'm coming," Pam cried. "Coming and coming ... ooooooooooooh ... you're making me ... COME!"
Her cunt gripped tightly, squeezing his huge prick, and the flood of her orgasm washed over it, driving him wild.
"I'm coming too, baby!" he groaned and shoved faster, faster, and deeper, until he felt his balls twitch and his cock reared up deep in her and exploded, sending sticky come spurting into her.
She felt the hot, creamy liquid gushing against the pulsating walls of her pussy and her orgasm reached another peak and-the intensely ecstatic feeling made her cry out with grunting animal noises. She felt the intermixed juices of their orgasms run down into the crack of her ass, and he felt his balls and thighs become saturated with it. Their bodies slipped and slid together as he kept pumping and her cunt sucked on his meat, squeezing every drop from it.
His orgasm slowly subsided and he fell on Pam in an exhausted heap. She covered his face with kisses.
"It was wonderful," she sighed. "So wonderful!"
"You were fantastic, baby!" he told her. "Let me rest a few minutes and then I want some more of that wonderful stuff!"
They rested and she learned that his name was Lou Grayson. He was nearly forty, an ex-sailor who had been stationed in the South Pacific. He enjoyed the tropics so much, he came to the islands immediately after discharge. He had various jobs, then ended up at the Moalakoi. The nay was good and he had plenty of free time to enjoy his island paradise, plus he was to be appointed bell captain soon.
They sat there chatting, naked, on the soft carpet, Lou feasting his eyes on Pam's luscious body. Her loose breasts hung down like ripe melons and he crawled over to taste them. His tongue licked gently over the smooth surface, sending chills of pleasure over Pam.
While he kissed and tongued her tits, his hands wandered over her, feeling, exploring, probing over the expanse of warm, sensuous flesh. He felt the moist, sticky flesh of her cunt and he kneaded and stroked the dewy fur. His finger felt the fat lips and wormed its way inside. It was like a pot of hot glue. Another finger was added, stirring and massaging until her clit became hard and pointed.
Pam moaned softly while he petted, growing hotter and hotter by the minute. She pushed hard against his probing fingers and her hands reached out and began stroking his strong, muscular body. She looked at his long, thick cock protruding from his sandy-colored pubic hair and watched as it rose to its fullest again, standing out, throbbing and jerking like an angry snake.
He was overtaken by the desire to eat her lovely snatch and he. crawled down between her legs, Pam spreading them wide apart. He buried his head in her fur. He was intoxicated by the strong female odor and the lingering smell of their fuck, their mixed loads on her cunt and thighs. His tongue dove into the spread lips and immediately his mouth and chin were drenched with hot juice.
"Ahhhh!" Pam sighed when his tongue speared deep, flicking at her clit. She reached down and held tightly to his head while he ate her. He moved his head up and down, his tongue making long, lapping motions. Her pussy ran with hot juice and soon his face was bathed in it. His lips encircled her clit and began sucking, Pam's whole body shuddering with pleasure. She rotated her hips in circular motions and imprisoned his head with her thighs.
"Oh, Lou, Lou," she moaned. "My pussy is on fire!"
He kept probing and sucking, his mouth making sensual music, and Pam tensed, on the verge of orgasm. Her ass beat a steady rhythm on the carpet as she thrust her cunt up to meet his lips and tongue.
Totally ravaged, Pam rolled over, taking Lou with her until she was seated on his face in the dominant position. She began moving her hips frantically, up and back, with circular movements, the whole while holding Lou's head firmly between her hands.
She leaned back, arching as much as possible. Lou's hands immediately found their position on her beautiful, heaving breasts. He squeezed tightly, she yelped with pleasure, his tongue still working frantically between her thighs. She felt like an animal, totally without inhibition and with thoughts of nothing other than pure lust.
She placed her right hand to his opposite side, and with one, swift motion, was now facing his throbbing penis. Lou grabbed her ass with both hands, her cheeks fitting perfectly within the palms of them. Pulling her cunt to his mouth he gnawed at it as if it were prime filet-which it was. Deeper and deeper his tongue lapped at the inner walls of her cunt, his lips smothering those of her pussy.
Pam had both hands on Lou's hard, sticky rod, squeezing while pumping up and down. "Oh my God, Pam!" he cried. "I think I'm going to lose my mind!"
She stuck the head of his cock in her mouth, her teeth scraping the head slightly. He shook abruptly. She took his cock-to the hilt, her tongue bathing his penis with warm saliva. Lou's entire body shivered as she continued her up and down strokes while squeezing his balls.
"Lou, I'm going to come!" she garbled, his prick halfway down her throat. "Fuck me with your tongue like that! Yes, that's it! Oh, it's soooooo good!" Faster, faster he went and her stomach muscles rolled and her cunt twitched involuntarily. "Now, Lou! Now! I'm ... I'm ... coming! Oooooh, aaahhh, ummmmm!"
Lou never let up while her orgasm came in waves, making her body tremble with ecstasy. He let her ride out the storm and when she was satisfied, he stopped eating and told her to get on her hands and knees. She quickly did as he instructed and he crawled into position, aimed his rigid prick and shoved it in her dripping cunt, all the way to his balls.
He kept still for a moment letting it soak, savoring the feeling of his sensitive prick embedded in her hot, slippery flesh. He reached around and got a tit in each hand and kneaded the soft orbs.
She loved having his shaft in her, hot and hard, and when he made it jerk deep inside her hole, the walls of her pussy contracted and sucked at it, sending shivers of delight through both of them.
He began to move slowly, pulling back until only the head was in, then giving a long push all the way back in. As each inch penetrated, quivers of ecstasy permeated his whole being. In that wonderful, dog-style position he could stick her long and deep and his hands were free to explore her tantalizing curves.
It felt so good. Lou's cock throbbed and he began fucking faster, his balls swinging to and fro like a pendulum. He felt Pam's snatch contract and squeeze his meat and she was moaning beneath him, ready for another orgasm. He moved faster, ready to come with her.
Prick in cunt made loud slurping noises in the quiet room, accompanied by their moans and sighs. Pam pushed back hard to meet Lou's long thrusts.
"I'm coming, Lou!" she cried.
"Me, too, honey!" he gasped. "It's ready to shoot!"
She felt his prick swell even bigger and the long shaft tensed as his cum gushed out and her own orgasm exploded, mixing with his. She felt his cream flow into her, hot and thick, setting her on fire, filling her with exquisite pleasure.
He felt her climax wash over his shaft while his load boiled deep in her snatch and he pounded furiously, sending spurt after spurt to its target. He kept fucking until he was spent, and both of them fell to the soft carpet, two tired masses of satisfied flesh.
After a short rest, Pam suggested they get cleaned up and Lou followed her to the shower where they bathed each other from head to foot. When Pam began washing his cock and balls, Lou, who thought he didn't have another fuck left in him, got hard and backed her against the wall and shoved his cock in that delightful snatch and pounded it until both of them exploded in another gratifying orgasm.
CHAPTER 2
Pam met Shelly in the hotel bar for a drink before dinner. She didn't tell Shelly about her delightful interlude with Lou Grayson. Shelly thought Pam looked awfully tired, but figured it was because of the plane trip.
The bar was quiet and cool and soft music was coming from somewhere. They chose a booth and settled into the comfortable seat. The waiter came and they ordered Polynesian Passions.
"I don't know what They put in those drinks," Pam said laughing, "but that one this afternoon really turned me on."
"Me, too;" Shelly said. "I tried to get to Jeff but there's always a flock of girls hovering around him."
"The lifeguard?"
"Yeah, Jeff Madison, the one I pointed out to you at the pool."
"Yes, I remember," Pam said. "I couldn't forget that one."
"If I can just get him alone for a while," Shelly said, I'm sure I can get him to ask me for a date."
The waiter came and set two tall, frosty glasses before them. Pam picked hers up and took a long sip.
"Ummmm, delicious," she said.
"Sure is," Shelly replied, taking another sip. "These things make me awfully romantic. If I get any hornier I'll probably end up raping somebody."
"You shouldn't have any trouble raping or getting raped," Pam said with a smile.
They sat sipping their drinks, their eyes roaming over the people in the bar, Suddenly, Pam's eyes stopped at a guy at a table across the room. He was involved in intimate conversation with a beautiful girl. As Pam looked at him she felt her heart pound and her mouth went dry. He was dark and handsome, a Latin type, and she found herself extremely attracted to him. He looked up suddenly as though he felt Pam's eyes upon him and returned her look. A slight smile played about his full, sensual mouth. Pam returned the smile and stirred in her seat, a tingling feeling in her crotch.
He returned to his conversation with the girl sitting with him and Pam turned to Shelly and said, "Talk about raping somebody, I see the one I want."
"Where?" Shelly asked, and Pam pointed out the man across the room. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I see what you mean! I could really go for him myself, but it looks like he's taken."
"That's all right," Pam said, a seductive look crossing her face. "A little competition never hurt anybody."
Pam took another sip of her Polynesian Passion, and swirling it around in her mouth, gazed into the glass and drifted off into space. She was thinking of all that had taken place that day, all the changes she'd been through. A slight smirk came over her face as she took another sip from the frosty glass. God, she thought to herself, how good these drinks really were! She looked over at Shelly, who was busily scouting with her eyes every male that occupied the bar. Pam was glad she'd met Shelly. It was nice how they'd become close friends so quickly. There were no false fronts with Shelly, she was the type who could be communicated with honestly and sincerely.
After a while, Pam and Shelly left the bar and went to dinner. They had no sooner started eating than the guy and girl from the bar walked in. Pam flirted openly with him all through dinner. She didn't even remember what she ate.
After dinner Shelly wanted to do the town together, but Pam begged off. She had had a busy day and was tired. The trip, the excitement of being in a strange new place, and the fucking session had left her worn out.
"All right," Shelly said. "You go on and get your rest. Tomorrow you'll be ready and eager to see what Hawaii really has to offer."
If today was a sample, Pam thought to herself, then, you bet I'll be ready and eager. To Shelly she said, "I'm sure I will. Goodnight, Shelly."
"Goodnight, Pam. I think I'll look around and see if I can find Jeff."
"Good luck!"
Pam went up to her room and finally managed to get her clothes unpacked and arranged in closets and drawers. She undressed and crawled between the crisp, clean sheets of the comfortable bed. She fell asleep with visions of Lou, Jeff, and the, guy she had seen in the bar filling her head.
The next morning she awoke rested and relaxed. Stretching luxuriously in the. bed, she sighed happily and looked out at the bright sunlight and blue sky. She jumped out of bed, not wanting to waste a minute of the beautiful day. Glancing at the alarm clock next to the bed, she saw that it was almost noon. She hurried to the shower and turned it on, letting the water cascade over her voluptuous body. She worked up a rich lather and massaged the fragrant bubbles over her smooth skin. Massaging her white tits, she smiled to herself and thought of Lou Grayson, the handsome bellboy. She wished he were there with her in the shower.
She rinsed the suds off herself, stepped out and reached for a towel. She tried herself briskly until her flawless-skin glowed pink and rosy. She went back into the bedroom and chose as outfit and dressed, preparing to go downstairs and get some breakfast. The phone rang.
"Hello," she said.
"Hi," a voice said at the other end. "Shelly."
"Oh, hi, Shelly."
"What do you have planned, Pam?"
"Nothing special: I've just been up a short while. Just had a quick shower and was just going to get some breakfast. I suppose you're ready for lunch by now. I didn't realize it was so late. I slept like a baby."
"Yes, I wondered what happened to you," Shelly said. "Say, I've just ordered some lunch for myself. I can order you some breakfast and you can come and join me. Want to?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be right down."
She hung up, picked up her bag and went to Shelly's room. It was on the floor below, at the other end of the hall. When she got there she gave a knock and a smiling Shelly greeted her.
"Hi, Pam. Come in." Pam went in and Shelly closed the door. "You really look fresh and rested today."
"I feel wonderful, Shelly. This island certainly agrees with me."
"Me, too," Shelly said. "I love it." She sat down in a chair opposite Pam. "I ordered breakfast for you. The usual: eggs, bacon, juice ... you know."
"Great," Pam said. "I hope they hurry, I'm starved."
No sooner than she had said it, there was a knock at the door and Shelly jumped up to answer it. A bellhop was there with a table of food. He rolled it into the room and Pam gave him the once over. Her certainly wasn't Lou. He was much older, fat, and almost bald. She turned her attention to the food. As soon as he left, Shelly joined her and they dove into the food.
"I've got a surprise for you, Pam," Shelly said, a smug look on her face.
"What, what? Tell me, Shelly!"
"You'll see," Shelly said. "If I tell you it won't be a surprise."
Pam took a sip of the strong black. coffee, wondering what kind of surprise Shelly had in store for her. She soon found out.
Before they finished eating, there was another knock at the door. Shelly went to answer it. She opened it and there stood Jeff Madison.
"Here's the surprise," she called brightly to Pam, "all six-feet-plus of him."
Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Pam thought: She watched as the tall, handsome lifeguard strode into the room.
"My pleasure," Jeff said in a deep, resonant voice. "I remember Pam from the pool yesterday."
Pam smiled and said, "And I remember you, too, Jeff."
He folded his big frame into a comfortable chair and Shelly poured him a cup of coffee. They sat there making small talk for a while, then Jeff suggested they have a smoke. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package. He opened it and they saw several loosely rolled joints. Shelly took one, then Pam. Jeff pulled out one for himself and rewrapped the package, returning it to his pocket.
He found some matches, struck one, and Shelly lit up. He held a match for Pam and she bent over the flame, sucking hard on the joint. The end glowed. She took a big mouthful of smoke, a gulp of air, and inhaled deeply.
Jeff struck another match and lit his. Sitting back and relaxing, he took a big lungful of smoke. It was good stuff. Soon Pam was high and she abandoned herself to the pleasant feeling of euphoria. Shelly got up and walked across the room, selected a tape, and inserted it into the player. Suddenly beautiful music filled the room. Each note stood out clear and distinct. Pam felt it penetrate her very being. She rose and fell with the tempo and the beat of the bass matched the beat of her heart. The vibrations sent a pleasant tingle through her body.
Shelly began to sway gently to the music, her body supple and graceful. She moved a lame off a table, and climbing on the table, began to remove her clothes, slowly, sensually. Her blouse came off and her hands fumbled for the catch in her short skirt. She found it, and the skirt fell down around her ankles and she stepped out of it, kicking it aside.
Jeff stirred uneasily in his seat and Pam saw a tremendous bulge in his tight pants. Shelly unfastened her bra and slipped it off, throwing it into Jeff's lap. He smiled at her and put it to his lips. She peeled off her pantyhose and stood completely nude before them. Jeff stared at her, transfixed, his eyes traveling slowly over her well-stacked frame. He gazed longingly at her huge breasts, firm and pointing, capped by thick nipples. His eyes moved down over her firm belly to the dark abundance of pubic hair between her legs, and she turned around for him to feast his eyes on her delightful little ass.
She came down off the table, trailing her pantyhose behind her, and draped the nylon over Jeffy's head. He put it to his face and inhaled deeply of the feminine aroma.
She turned to Pam and said, "Your turn, baby! Get naked!"
Pam gave a sexy smile and undressed where she sat....Jeff's eyes fairly bulged as her gorgeous body was uncovered. When he saw her fabulous tits, his hand stole downward toward his crotch and he gave his dons a squeeze. Her blonde bush and pink slit made him groan in anticipation.
When Pam was totally nude, Shelly said, "Now we unveil our beautiful lifeguard."
Pam came over to help and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned, muscular chest. Shelly helped him out of the shirt and then knelt before him, unfastening his pants and unzipping his fly. He stretched out in the seat and the two girls stripped his pants from him after Shelly removed his shoes and socks.
They stared intently at him sitting there in only a thin pair of shorts, his hard cock almost bursting through the fabric. Pam put her hands to the sides of them and he lifted himself while she pulled. He had to reach in and hold his prick while she tugged. Shelly helped and they pulled them down over his thick-muscled calves and past his feet.
They gasped with desire at the unclad male before them. His throbbing cock jutted out at least seven inches from the forest of golden hair around it. Below it, in their hairy sack, nestled testicles the size of golf balls.
Shelly sighed and reached down and touched the long prick. She took it in her hand and it jerked spasmodically. She ran her thumb over the velvet surface of the big head. A drop of clear liquid appeared from the hole and she massaged it into the flesh. Jeff sucked in his stomach and sighed with pleasure.
Pam felt her crotch all sticky, filled with desire for Jeff. Shelly kept fondling his cock and balls until he reached down and pulled her up in the chair on top of him. He embraced her and kissed her hard, forcing her lips open and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She writhed and squirmed on his hot body like a worm on fire, feeling his hard, torrid cock imprisoned between them. She ground her hips hard against him and felt her crotch get moist and sticky.
Pam sat watching, her mouth dry with lust, itching to get into the act. Jeff and Shelly slid out of the chair onto the soft carpet, their bodies still tight together, their hands all over each other. Pam crawled over and joined them.
When Jeff felt Pam's fabulous breasts against him, he turned toward her, sandwiched between the two hot girls. Pam felt his burning meat against her, and reaching down, stroked it and put it between her legs. She squeezed .her legs around it and kissed him the way he'd been kissing Shelly. He sighed into her mouth as their tongues intertwined.
Shelly was at his back, her body tight against him while her hands stroked and fondled. Jeff was so hot between the two luscious dolls, he had to exercise all the control he had to keep from coming.
They changed positions and Jeff got on his back, Pam starting at his head and Shelly at his feet. They kissed and licked until they met at his prick. Pam popped the big head into her mouth and slithered her tongue around on the smooth flesh. Shelly teased and licked his balls. The pleasurable feeling made him groan like a wild man. He reached down and seized Pam's head, forcing it further down on his hot cock, almost choking her. She went down as far as she could, her red lips tight around the big prick, her tongue sending darts of pleasure all through his body.
While she sucked him she maneuvered herself into an inverted position over him, until her luscious blonde bush and pink slit were right over his face. He reached up and pulled her down to him, burying his face in the thick, abundant hair, inhaling deeply of the musky aroma of the aroused female. He gave her box a juicy kiss and spread the fat lips apart with his mouth. She moaned and ground her hips hard against his face, making his tongue a spear, thrusting it into the fiery, moist opening. He located her clit and spun his tongue round and round on it. She hunched against it and sucked harder on his cock.
Shelly stopped nuzzling and licking his balls, saying, "Hey, Pam, let me have it awhile."
Pam stopped sucking and sat back squarely on his face, almost smothering him, causing his tongue to go even deeper in her juicy snatch. Shelly put his cock in her mouth and began sucking furiously while Pam continued to straddle his face, rotating her body in circular motions. Jeff's tongue thrilled her with long, lapping strokes all the while. The thrill was intensified by the joint she had smoked and she felt that she was soaring, floating in space, her body pulsating and tensing for the beautiful climax that was about to come.
Her hands stroked Jeff s body and she watched while Shelly's mouth held his cock, going up and down in long sucking motions. It glistened, lubricated with Shelly's saliva, and it throbbed and swelled, ready to empty its load.
Jeff began to push his hips upward to meet the downward thrust of Shelly's luscious red lips. She felt the rigid shaft become even bigger and the thick tube on the underside filled as he groaned loudly and held tighter to Pam, while his tongue brought her to the brink of orgasm. Shelly felt the big shaft rear up and the head swelled, Jeff's load gushing into her mouth, filling her jaws and sliding down her throat. Pam saw the slimy cock coming and her own climax started, wave after wave filling her with uncontrollable bliss while she bounced up and down on Jeff's face, her cunt pouring juice, almost drowning him. Her pleasure became so intense, she cried out and bit her lip and clutched at his body.
Shelly took all Jeff's load until some of it ran down and dripped off her chin. She stopped sucking and took her mouth off the spent stallion. Pam, having reached her satisfaction, fell over on the rug and sighed happily.
Shelly crawled up beside Jeff and cradled her head in his arms. "I'm still on fire, Jeff," she said. "I haven't come yet."
He turned toward her and his hand moved down toward her steaming cunt. "Don't worry, baby. Let my old cock rest a minute and I'll give you a fuck you'll never forget."
She shivered with anticipation and pressed her mouth to his. His hand caressed her hairy pussy and pulled the lips apart. He inserted his middle finger into the fiery, slick hole and began finger fucking her. She sighed and hunched her hips against his hand.
His cock, still almost completely erect, began to throb and jerk, expanding to its full extent. He was eager to stick it in that glorious cunt where his finger was now probing and exploring.
He rolled her over on her back and she drew up her knees, spreading wide for him. He sat there for a moment looking at the gorgeous sight before him. Her slit was red with excitement, working in and out, waiting for his hard prick. As it throbbed and quivered, juice ran down onto her thighs and into the crack of her ass. Jeff reached and got a finger full of slick liquid, spreading it over the head of his dick.
He crawled into position and hovered there. Shelly seized his throbbing cock and led it to her cunt lips. He wiggled it back and forth a few times and placed it directly over the target. Jeff pushed forward and the head slid in, the lips closing around it with a sucking sound. Shelly sighed happily and put her legs around him. She reached up and pulled his head down to her, and while they kissed, he fed his meat to her all the way to his nuts.
"Oh, God! Jeff!" she exclaimed ecstatically. Her whole body shuddered with the intense pleasure of his penetration.
He lay still for a moment, letting it soak in her juicy cavern, feeling the walls tighten and squeeze the whole length of his shaft. Their hands were all over each other, massaging and caressing, while their lips kissed hard and passionately.
Pam looked at the connected couple and smiled to herself. What a beautiful picture they make, she thought. Dark-haired, pretty Shelly and blond, handsome Jeff. Shelly's dark bush filled with Jeff s long, thick cock, his golden pubic hair intertwined with her black curly cunt hair. She crawled over closer to them. As she stared intently at their joined organs, she could feel some of their pleasure transmitted to her.
She saw Jeff draw back a little and the thick base of his cock emerged from Shelly's can't, slick and gleaming. Her cunt lips tightened around it and he shoved it back again until their black and golden hairs met again. Pam heard their sighs of pleasure.
Reaching down and feeling her own pussy, hot and slick from Jeff's eating, Pam stroked the lips and inserted a finger, continuing to watch Jeff and Shelly fuck.
He started fucking a little faster, bringing his prick out further, then shoving it back to the hilt.
"Ummmmmm, yesss, ooooh," Shelly crooned in rhythmic syllables, as the hard cock worked in and out of her juicy snatch. At each advance and withdrawal it made a loud, slurping sound. "Oh, Jeff, it's so good!"
"Yeah, baby," he agreed and fed it to her.
His motions increased and the sounds became louder, joined by their sighs and moans. Pam massaged her clitoris and watched Jeff's hairy ass go faster and faster, driving his slick cock in and out of Shelly's cunt in an ever-increasing tempo. Shelly threw her pelvis higher and faster to meet the thrusts.
"Ah, Jeff," Shelly groaned, "It's sooo goooood! My cunt is on fire!"
Jeff responded by slamming it harder and deeper, their bodies whacking together, the squishy sound of prick in cunt filled the room. Shelly felt her cunt begin to tingle and then her whole body filled with warmth. Her heartbeat and breathing increased and sweat popped out on her face. She held more tightly to Jeff and cried out, "Oh, God, Jeff, I'm going to come! You're making me come! OOH!" And then her voice trailed off into a mumble of unintelligible sounds.
Jeff felt her snatch squeeze tightly and she let out a loud moan, the hot flow of her orgasm started, gripping and massaging his pounding prick. He let go and his cock jerked deep in her and he groaned loudly. She felt the sprat of his seed splash against the walls of her can't and mingle with her juice.
They rode the ecstatic storm of their mutual orgasms until their bodies were completely satisfied and their passions diminished. Jeff stopped and withdrew his dripping cock from Shelly's pussy. He rolled over on his back, looked around and saw. Pam, her legs spread, her finger in her pussy. He smiled at her and told her to come over. She crawled over and joined them.
"Here, let me do that for you," he told her, inserting his finger in her hot hole. He moved it around in the torrid interior and Pam moaned with delight. He massaged her clit ' and she reached over, taking his slick cock in her hand. It was still bone-hard. She wanted it in her. He gave her a few more strokes with his finger and then withdrew it.
She straddled his body and reaching down, took his prick in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. He lay there, staring down the length of his body. He saw the head of his dong come in contact with her blonde bush, and the pink slit opened as she guided it in. It entered with a slurp and he sucked in his breath at the feeling of having his sensitive prickhead entering a hot pussy again.
Pam hovered a moment and then she slowly sat down on the hard prick, taking it all the way to his balls.
"Ahhhhhh!" Jeff groaned, watching his shaft disappear inch by inch into the hot, slippery flesh of her cunt.
"Ummmmmm!" Pam responded and moved her hips in a clockwise rotation, stirring his stick deep in her.
He reached up and got two handfuls of her melon-sized tits and played with them while she squirmed on his cock. He fondled and caressed the soft flesh until the cherry nipples were taut and heaving. Pam leaned over toward him until her breasts hung down in his face. He licked and sucked, burying his face in their spongy fullness.
All the while, she was letting her cunt work on his cock like a hungry mouth, massaging and squeezing its entire length. She spun in circles and went up and down on it, letting it fill and satisfy her burning pussy. She sat up again, moving her boobs away, and began going up and down in long strokes. Jeff put his hands. behind his head and lay there watching while his prick emerged from her cunt, dripping and gleaming, only to be swallowed up again. The fat lips of her cunt caressed his shaft tightly at each in and out stroke, and the melody the well-lubricated organs played was beautiful to listen to.
As the hard, hot pole of muscle moved in and out of her can't in rhythmic motions, the pleasure became so intense for Pam that she began a series of shattering orgasms. Jeff relaxed and watched, letting her ride his cock until she was completely satisfied. He knew he could last a long time without shooting off, since he had already come twice, and he was going to stay in Pam's lovely box for a long time.
After she satisfied herself by sitting on him, Jeff took her dog-style. She got on all-fours and stuck her gorgeous ass up in the air. He crawled behind her, driving it into her until he felt the lips tighten around the base of his shaft. It was so hot it almost burned him, and so full of juice from her orgasm, the slightest movement on either of their parts made a slurping sound, like somebody walking in mud.
He reached around and grabbed her enormous tits and played with them while he gave her a hard and furious fuck. Soon he had her coming again.
Shelly had lit another joint and was sitting casually, watching them. Pam cried out and pounded the floor at the height of her climax and pushed her creaming can't hard against the repeated blows of Jeff's relentless fuck-stick.
When her orgasm subsided, he laid her on her back and gave her a slow, soul-satisfying fuck until he was ready to come. He hunched wildly, faster and faster until they were a moaning, biting, scratching, mass of flesh, exploding in a violent fit of orgasm.
After they cooled down, they joined Shelly in another smoke.
CHAPTER 3
Pam walked along the beach, the tangy salty air caressing her body like an invisible hand. She was quite a way from, the hotel and saw it in the distance, tall and white against the horizon. Her gaze traveled down the graceful curve of the coast, looking along the limitless stretch of golden sand to where it blended into infinity with the blue water of the sea. The sky was cloudless and the breeze was so gentle that the branches of the palms swayed only slightly.
She continued her walk, stopping here and there to pick up an unusual or interesting shell. When she found one she deposited it in the pocket of her beach robe.
Sitting on the soft, white sand she gazed out over the blue water, letting her mind drift awhile.
After awhile, she stood up and continued her search for shells along the shoreline.
She was so engrossed in what she was doing she didn't see the man approaching until she had almost collided with him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she apologized.
"Don't be sorry," he said, smiling. "I'm not."
She looked closely at him and her breath caught in her throat. It was the dark, handsome man she and Shelly had seen in the hotel bar and later at dinner. He was wearing a pair of walking shorts and a matching shirt.
"I didn't see you coming," Pam said. "I didn't realize I was on a collision course."
"It's quite all right," he said, gazing down into her lovely face. "The pleasure would have been mine, had we collided." His voice was a deep, pleasant baritone and Pam felt goose bumps start on her arms. "You're staying at the Moalakoi, aren't you?" he asked.
"Yes, I am," she replied.
"So am I," he said. "I knew I'd seen you around. I couldn't forget such a beautiful face."
"Thank you," she said, her face coloring slightly.
"I'm Pete Everett," he said, offering his hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Pam Thompson," she said, taking his hand and feeling sparks of electricity as she touched him. He's even more handsome up close, she thought to herself. I could really go for him. I wonder where the girl is that was with him the other night?
"Mind if I walk along with you, Pam?" he. asked.
"No, of course not. I was just on my way back to the hotel."
"So am I. I was just out for a stroll. I love it here. One of the most beautiful beaches I've ever seen."
"I think so too," Pam replied.
"This is the kind of place I'd like to settle down in. A real tropical paradise."
"Me, too," Pam offered. "I've only been here a few days but I love it already."
"I've been in the islands before, and I can't get enough of it." He looked at Pam and added, "and I'm sure it has some of the most beautiful scenery."
She looked at him and replied, "I'm sure, too."
"Where are you from, Pam?" he asked.
"I'm from California."
"Not L.A.?"
"No, San Francisco."
"I lived in Frisco, for a while," he replied. "Small world, isn't it? Here we are, thousands of miles from home and we run into each other. Fate, don't you think?"
She gave him a sexy smile and said, "Yes, I'm sure of it."
Pete was a writer and photographer for a magazine. He traveled all over looking for interesting places to photograph and write about. He had just been in Tahiti on assignment, and having some free time, decided to come to the islands. Pam was more interested in his more personal statistics. He was a swinging bachelor, welleducated, and had many hobbies and interests, foremost among them was girls. The girl Pam had seen him with was just one he had met in the hotel and dated that night. She had already left.
As they walked along, their bodies touched and each time Pam felt a thrill of excitement. When she found a shell she wanted he stopped and picked it up for her, and when he handed it to her their hands touched. She liked Pete's hands. They were big and strong with long, thick fingers. He was a man who could take care of himself, she thought, and of her.
They approached the hotel and he asked her if she would have a drink with him. They found a table at the edge of the pool and sat down. The table was sheltered from the sun by a big, colorful umbrella.
"I'm glad to get out of the hot sun for awhile," Pam said.
Pete looked admiringly at her creamy complexion. "Yes, a little longer and you would have been blistered." He looked at his own dark skin and said, "Luckily, I don't have any trouble. I can stay out all day if I like."
The waiter came. Pam ordered a Polynesian Passion. She asked Pete if he had tried one. He told her he hadn't.
"They're delicious," she said. "A specialty of the hotel. They really turn me on."
The waiter smiled and said, "Yes. Very good Tropical fruit and several kinds of spirits."
"Very well, you two have sold me. Bring me a Polynesian Passion," Pete said, laughing.
The waiter left and Pete sat gazing at Pam. She was looking at the flower-filled gardens around the hotel.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" she remarked.
Pete, never taking his eyes off her, replied, "Yes, very beautiful." She turned her head slowly and saw his gaze, knowing he was referring to her. He reached over and gently laid his hand on hers. She felt her heart begin to beat faster. "I'm glad I ran into you on the beach, Pam. Ever since I saw you the other night I've been wanting to meet you. Since we agree that fate intended us to meet, I think she should begin to get better acquainted. Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
She turned her incredibly beautiful blue-green eyes on him and lowered her thick lashes and said, "Yes, Pete, I'd be delighted."
Pete felt his heart race. His balls tingled and his cock moved slightly in his shorts. He was thinking about how much he would like to ball this gorgeous creature.
The waiter brought their drinks and set the tall, frosty glasses in front of them. Pete took a sip.
"You're right, Pam. This is delicious."
She sipped the cool refreshing liquid. "Ummm," she said as the fruit flavor filled her mouth and trickled down her throat. She flicked her tongue out over her luscious red lips, looked across the rim of her glass and smiled seductively at Pete. Then she heard somebody call her name. She looked around and saw Shelly and a man coming around the edge of the pool. The man was somebody she hadn't seen before. They approached and Pam asked them to join her and Pete. They pulled up chairs and sat down. Introductions were made.
When Pam introduced Pete to Shelly, Shelly exclaimed, "Of course, I remember him! The guy we saw in the bar and at dinner the other night. The one you-thought was so handsome, Pam, and you said you could really go for."
"Oh, Shelly," Pam said, coloring. "Be quiet!"
"Let her continue," Pete said, "I'm flattered!"
"I think you're handsome too, Pete," Shelly said, "and I also think Ted is very groovy and handsome." She smiled and put her hand to the cheek of the man with her.
He was Ted Bradley, a good-looking, well built middle-aged man. Shelly had met him the night before and they had taken an instant liking to each other. He came from a wealthy shipping family. He was on the islands on business and, since he met Shelly, he was in no hurry to leave.
Shelly and Ted had a drink with Pam and Pete, and afterward, challenged them to a game of shuffleboard. Shelly and Ted won and then the guys played the girls. Ted and Pete won by a big margin. After the game, Ted had to leave and go to a business meeting. Shelly went up to her room to get ready for a date with him later, and Pete and Pam were left alone again.
They found a couple of lounge chairs and stretched out, enjoying the breeze, watching the sun lower into the blue sea. Pam felt high and relaxed after the drinks she had and sitting so close to Pete made her even higher.
When dusk began to gather, she told Pete she would have to go and get ready if they were going out to dinner. They went into the hotel and boarded a waiting elevator. Pete's room was on the second floor. He squeezed her hand when he left her and told her to meet him in the bar at eight. When he left and the elevator door closed, Pam felt that she could have floated up the rest of the way without the elevator.
She showered and selected one of her favorite dresses to wear to dinner. A pale green outfit, it showed off her blonde and gorgeous curves to good advantage.
At eight she walked into the dimly lit bar. Pete saw her enter and went to meet her. He felt his breathing increase and his legs weakened at the sight of her. This time they passed over Polynesian Passions in favor of a more conventional martini.
They drove into town in the golden twilight and chose a small, uncrowded restaurant on the town's main street. After dinner they danced cheek-to-cheek at a cozy little club that featured a native band.
When they left, it was getting late and Pam felt as though she was walking on air. Pete drove along the coast, and finding a secluded place, parked. The full moon rode high over the ocean, making a silvery path across the rippling water. Pete pulled her close and she put her head on his shoulder.
She could feel the warmth of his body and his breath sighing through his lips. Beneath the fabric of his jacket she could feel his hard, rippling muscles. She didn't want to throw herself at him. She really dug him and she wanted him to be more than just a fast lay like Lou and Jeff. She wanted to cool it with Pete and lot it develop into something more. But she liked him so much she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to.
He turned and kissed her. His warm breath came into her mouth and his tongue pushed between her lips and met her tongue as they intertwined, feeling and probing. His hand rubbed and caressed her body.
Then, suddenly, the headlights of a car loomed out of the darkness, illuminating their car in a bright circle of light. They sat up and watched while the other car parked nearby and a group of people got out and walked toward the surf.
"Damn!" Pete said. "I didn't think we'd be disturbed here."
Pam looked at him, his face clear in the moonlight. "I'm sorry, Pete." Looking about them at the beautiful night, she said, "Let's walk down to the water's edge." She needed to cool off.
They walked across the sandy beach and kicked off their shoes and waded in the cool, refreshing surf. The group of people were nearby, laughing and talking, shining lights into the wet sand to see what the sea had washed up.
Pete and Pam walked for awhile, holding hands, stopping every once and a while to kiss. When they returned to the car, the group of people were still close by. Pete suggested they drive further down the beach to another secluded spot. Pam looked at her watch and remarked at how late it was. She told him they'd better return to the hotel.
They drove back to the Moalakoi and Pete escorted her to her door. He kissed her warmly and promised to call her the first thing the following morning.
She went inside and undressed and crawled into the big bed. Immediately her hands stole down to her sticky crotch and she inserted a finger into the hot flesh, and masturbated. She thought about Pete until she came, her cream running all over her thighs and onto the clean white sheets.
CHAPTER 4
In the morning, Pam was awakened by a sharp knock at the door. She stretched comfortably, at first not paying any attention to the intruding noise, but it came again, sharper and louder. She sat up, fully awake, her peaceful slumber shattered. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and standing up, walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she called
"It's me, Shelly."
She opened the door and Shelly rushed in, dressed in a pair of shortie shorts and a colorful blouse. She looked at Pam's naked body and smiled.
"Have fun last night?" she asked.
"Yes," Pam answered and shivered, remembering. She walked to the closet and took out a negligee and put it on.
"I had a ball!" Shelly exclaimed. "Ted is a gas! We went to dinner at an Oriental place and he stuffed me with all kinds of delicious food.
We went dancing and for a drive, wound up back at his place for a couple of drinks. He's staying in a gorgeous apartment that a friend of his is letting him use. Well, before I knew it he had me in a sac. Pam, he's fantastic, really fantastic! You ought to see him naked! He's perfect! He can really turn a girl on. He showed me all kinds of tricks! Say, how was the good-looking Pete Everett?"
"Wonderful," Pam answered, "simply wonderful."
"I knew he would be," Shelly said. "What do you two have planned for today?"
"I don't know," Pam told her. "He said he would call me early this morning."
"It's still early," Shelly said. "How would you like to go sailing?"
"I'd love it," Pam said.
"Ted has a boat. It belongs to a friend of his. He wants to go sailing and wants you and Pete to come along."
"When Pete calls, I'll ask him. I'll let you know."
Just as Shelly started to go, the phone rang. Pete was on the other end. Pam told him of Shelly's proposition. He was agreeable and told Pam to meet him downstairs when she was ready and they would have some breakfast.
Pam showered and dressed, singing happily to herself, thrilled at the thought of being with Pete again. She put on a pair of shorts and a blouse and went downstairs to meet him. He was in the restaurant sipping coffee when she approached. His eyes widened when he saw her and he stood up.
"Don't wake me," he said. "Don't anybody wake me. I've got to be dreaming."
Pam playfully pinched him on the arm. He quickly drew back.
"No, you're wide awake," she said.
He held her chair for her and she sat down. He returned to his seat. "God, you're beautiful, Pam! You look good enough to eat."
She smiled and gave him an extra-sexy look and said, "Do I?"
"Ummmmm," he groaned, rolling his eyes.
The waiter appeared and they ordered breakfast. Before they were through eating, Shelly and Ted arrived, ready and eager to set sail on their cruise. They sat down and had coffee while Pam and Pete finished eating.
"Are you a good sailor?" Pam asked Ted.
"Very good," he answered. "I've been sailing since I was a boy. I come from a long line of sailors."
"Where are we headed today?" Pete wanted to know.
"Oh, just exploring around. To some of the less inhabited portions of the island maybe."
"Sounds like fun," Pam offered.
"We're gonna be the crew," Shelly said.
"The crew?" Pam queried. "I don't know anything about being a crew member. Do you, Pete?"
"A little," he replied.
Ted laughed and said, "The boat, we're going on doesn't need a crew. It's small, just a cabin cruiser. You can just relay and enjoy yourselves. Plenty of provisions aboard. And there are four bunks," he said with a wink, "In case anybody gets sleepy."
"When are we coming back?" Shelly asked.
Ted shrugged his shoulders. "Don't know. No hurry is there, baby?"
"No hurry," she said.
"I'm certainly not in a hurry," Pete told him, "not with these two gorgeous chicks along." He reached over and patted Pam's leg.
She squeezed his hand and said, "Neither am I."
They left the hotel and went to the harbor at the foot of one of the main streets. Ted pointed out the boat to them. It was riding anchor, rising slowly up and down in the water, bouncing gently against the dock. He parked the car and they got out and approached the boat.
"What's the name of the boat?" Pam asked.
"Island Sun," Ted replied, "quite appropriate, wouldn't you agree?"
"Very," Shelly agreed.
Ted went aboard first and helped the girls on. Pete removed the ropes from the moorings on the dock and tossed them onto the deck. He jumped on board and Ted started the engine. The anchor was weighed and Ted maneuvered the craft expertly out of the harbor into the open sea.
The day was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. Pam and Shelly went on deck and found a comfortable place to sit. Pete stayed with Ted in case he needed any help. They cruised out about a mile and headed down the coast towards Kona, gazing out over the beautiful, blue Pacific.
The sea was calm and smooth and the boat steady. Pete brought the girls a drink and they sat sipping them and chatting.
"Ted says that according to his charts there should be some worthwhile coves not too far ahead, maybe another hour," Pete told them. "We'll put in there and go ashore for some exploring and maybe have a picnic."
"Great," Pam said smiling at him. "Sounds like fun."
He sat down beside her and took her hand in his. "Ah, this is the life, Pam," he said happily, "I could sail like this forever."
She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "So could I, Pete."
They motored for some time, sunning themselves and enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, Shelly squealed, pointing to a coastal area off to the right in the near distance. "Look over there! It looks like it's a beautiful spot!"
They followed the direction of her pointing finger, and there ahead of them was a spot of white out-lined in green, an area almost hidden from view. Soon they could see in detail individual trees and plants. As they neared and saw the white, sandy beach Ted circled around until he found a good place to anchor. They came upon the quiet, secluded cove and he steered into the crystal-clear lagoon and dropped anchor.
"What a spot!" Ted exclaimed.
"It's beautiful!" Pam agreed. "Breathtaking!"
"Shall we go. ashore and explore?" Pete asked.
"By all means," Ted replied. He got the picnic basket and he and Pete disembarked and helped the girls onto the bank.
They found a grassy spot and sat down. Pam and Shelly spread a cloth and began getting out the food. Pete and Ted walked around the edge of the lagoon, looking about.
Wild, exotic jungle flowers were everywhere and their fragrance perfumed the air. Pete plucked two orchids for Shelly and Pam. They returned to where the girls had the lunch spread and Pete handed the flowers to them. The girls put the flowers in their hair.
They sat down around the picnic spread and began eating. The food was fit for a king. There was even a big bottle of wine in the basket.
They finished eating and finished off the wine, at which point Ted and Shelly decided to go for a walk. Pete stretched out and put his head in Pam's lap. He lay there looking up at the sky through the canopy of trees. He saw the clouds gathering overhead but thought nothing of it. He looked up into Pam's beautiful face.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Very," she replied. "I feel as though I'm in a dream, a dream I hope I never wake from."
"Me, too," Pete said lazily. He reached up and pulled her head down, kissing her warmly. She felt a tingle all through her body when her lips met his. When he released her, he gazed into her eyes and said, "Is it true what Shelly said? That you could really go for me?"
"Yes, it's true, Pete," she answered, her heart pounding.
"It's true that I go for blonde, beautiful chicks like you, Pam!" He sat up and drew her close to him. "You're all I've been thinking about ever since I met you! You're like a fire in me!" He kissed her waiting lips and forced them apart, feeling her sweet, warm breath come sighing through. His tongue traced the outline of the lips while his hands explored her voluptuous body.
His hand closed over her breast and felt the soft flesh under the material of her blouse. He deftly unbuttoned it and removed it. As he was about to remove her .bra, Ted and Shelly came running out of the woods. Shelly was topless and her tits bounced up and down like large rubber balls. She was struggling into her blouse as she ran.
"Look at those clouds!" Ted exclaimed, pointing.
They looked, and what had been a few scattered clouds a little while before was now a mass of ominous gray. Just then they saw a flash of lightning and heard a loud clap of thunder.
"I don't like the looks of it," Ted said. "Looks like a storm coming up. I've been in these islands before and I've seen how fast they come up and what bastards they. can be."
"Won't we be safe here, Ted?" Shelly asked.
"No, not if it's a storm. A tropical rain, yes, but a storm, no. I'd rather get this boat back to port. After all, it's not mine. I'm going on board to see if I can get a weather report."
He boarded the cabin cruiser while the rest of them cleared up the remains of the picnic. Pete looked at Pam with a disappointed look.
Ted called from the boat. "I just got a report. There is a storm headed this way out of the southeast. Small craft warnings are already in effect. If we leave immediately we should be able to make it back to port."
They scrambled aboard and Ted started the engine, steering the craft out of the lagoon and into the open area. The water was already becoming choppy and the whole southeastern sky was filled with dark, threatening clouds. Pete stood beside Ted at the wheel.
"Aren't we directly in the path of the storm now?" he asked.
"Yes, but maybe I can stay ahead of it and reach port. I'd rather try that than stay in that lagoon we were in."
"You're the skipper," Pete said smiling. "I would probably have stayed there and gotten blown away."
"That's what would have happened," Ted told him. "And my friend's boat would have been destroyed. I wish we could have stayed. I was just getting ready to fuck Shelly."
"And I was getting ready to fuck Pam," Pete lamented. "Oh, well, when we get back to port...."
Pam and Shelly were huddled in the cabin, scared. Shelly was threatening to get seasick, so Pam made her lie down on one of the bunks and she put a cold cloth to her forehead. Pete came in and found some brandy in a cabinet and poured her a stiff drink. At this point, that was the only stiff thing she could handle.
She took the glass and drank the thick, sweet liquid.
"Damn," she said. "What a day. And it started out so beautifully."
"Yeah," Pam said, "just when everything was going so well." She looked at Pete, an unhappy expression on her face.
A jagged streak of lightning split the sky and was answered by the loud roar of thunder. The wind began to rise, making the waves higher and choppier, and the boat began to roll and sway.
"Better find something to hang onto!" Ted called. "Looks like she's going to break!"
Pete sat down and held out his arms to Pam. She went to him and he enfolded her, holding her tightly. Across the cabin, Shelly held securely to the bunk and moaned softly.
The storm broke in full force, sweeping over them with all its fury. The rain came in sheets, blotting out the view in all directions. Lightning flashed on all sides and thunder rumbled, vibrating through the boat. The wind tossed it to-and-fro as though it were a toy.
Ted no longer had any control over the direction they went, but he held fast to the wheel trying to keep them upright. The boat tilted precariously, first to one side then the other, and rode the rolling waves as though they were giant roller coasters. White, foamy water washed over the deck and ran into the cabin.
On they went, riding the storm for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly Ted cried out, "I see land ahead! We're going to hit!"
Where the rain slackened slightly, he had made, out the dim outline of a shore. He fought hard trying to steer away, but the wind kept pushing and pushing and the Island Sun was blown closer to the island. Suddenly the wind shifted and diminished and the boat was blown toward a cove and into a lagoon. They braced tightly as they approached the bank, but when they hit, there was only a slight impact. The craft simply rode the high water up on the bank and was deposited there, half in and half out of the water, sitting firm and upright, leaning against a tree.
Ted walked into the cabin looking slightly dazed, astounded that they were still upright.
"I'll be darned!" he said, and went to the cabinet to pour himself a drink. He went over to the bunk and sat down next to Shelly.
Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the wind subsided. The thunder and lightning rumbled off into the distance, and the rain slackened into a slow drizzle. Ted went outside to view the damage. When he came back aboard he tried to radio the port, but the radio was out.
"Goddamnit!" he swore and kicked it. "Here we sit, grounded, with no radio. I guess we'll just have to wait until another storm comes and washes us off this fucking bank!" Turning to Pete he asked, "Can you repair a radio?"
Pete shrugged and said, "Sorry, old man. Don't know the first thing about 'em."
Ted smiled then and said, "Well, we might as well make the best of our situation." Walking over to Shelly he asked, "How do you feel now?"
"I feel fine now that the storm is over," she told him.
Pam put on some coffee, and when it was ready they ate the remainder of the food left from the picnic, sipped coffee, and laughed loudly.
CHAPTER 5
The rain stopped, the sun came out and the sky cleared. Pam and Pete went outside to look around. They climbed off the boat and looked at it, sitting here at an angle, her bow resting on the bank of the lagoon. Ted started the engine and tried to back her off the bank, but it was no use. She wouldn't budge. He threw up his hands in disgust and went to see if he could find out what was wrong with the radio.
Pete and Pam went for a walk. The place where they had run aground looked very much like the place where they had had the picnic. It was a beautiful spot, a paradise, filled with exotic flowers and lush, thick jungle vegetation, crystal-clear waters, and golden, sandy beaches.
They walked through the low underbrush, keeping close to the water's edge, not knowing what lay in the interior. They came out on the beach and walked along in the surf holding hands. Often they stopped, and Pete kissed her.
Now, he thought, I'll continue what I was doing when the storm came up.
When they were quite a distance from the boat, they found a little clearing at the edge of the jungle and sat down on the soft bed of leaves under the trees. Pete took Pam's face in his hands and gazed deeply into her eyes. He drank in the sight of her flawless features and then pressed his mouth to her ripe lips in a long, lingering kiss.
She felt sparks of electricity flood her body the way she did every time he kissed her. While they kissed, her hands rubbed over his hairy arms, feeling the powerful muscles underneath the skin.
He pulled her closer, harder, his kiss becoming more urgent, his tongue licking her lips and tongue. She molded herself to him and felt the hardness of his erection against her stomach. She ground her hips, pushing hard against it. They kissed and dry-fucked for a long time, then he released her and stood back slightly from her, his breath coming in gasps, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Undress for me, Pam!" he requested.
Her own breath sounded like a dog panting while she quickly removed her blouse and bra. When her enormous tits were freed, and Pete saw their size and beauty, he gave a grunting sound like an animal.
She unfastened her shorts and lowered them slowly and sensuously over her long, shapely legs. Standing there in only a thin pair of nylon panties, she smiled seductively at Pete. He could see the contours of her pussy and her gorgeous blonde bush through the delicate fabric. He stood gazing for a moment as though she were a superbly wrought statue, and then he went and knelt before her, his face even with her cunt. Reaching up, he placed a hand to each side of her panties and peeled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and threw them aside.
He buried his face in her muff and breathed in the odor of her hot box. He nuzzled her soft fur and she reached down and ran her fingers through his dark hair. He ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs and up and over the matchless twin mounds of her ass.
He stopped and sat back on the soft bed of leaves, pulling her down beside him. Then his hands were on her soft breasts, and he kissed and licked them until the thick nipples stood out hard and erect. He laid her back and kissed downward over her firm stomach while his fingers stroked her pubic hair. He rubbed the lips of her snatch and felt the stickiness of her juice. He gently parted her cunt and felt the slick flesh of the interior. With a thumb on either side, he pulled the twin flaps further apart and gazed into the pink, moist, pulsating pussy.
He groaned lustfully and stretched out along side of her, kissing her lips again. His cock was so hard it was about to burst out of his pants. Pam reached down and felt the hard, rock-like protrusion. He sighed as her hand touched it, and grunted with pleasure. She stroked its length and circumference, marveling at the size of it.
Oh, it's so big and wonderful, she thought, just the way l hoped it would be!
He rolled over on his back and unfastened his belt.
"Let me, Pete," she requested, her voice thick with passion.
She unzipped his trousers and he lifted his body as she tugged them down over his hairy, muscular legs. He had to help her, and together they pulled them over his feet and tossed them aside. He lay back again, and she saw the jutting protrusion of his rigid prick straining at the thin fabric of his shorts. She tugged at them and pulled them down until his thick, black forest of pubic hair came into view. His cock was in the way and he held it while she pulled his shorts down and off. He let go and it sprang back against his hairy belly like an angry eel. Pam's mouth flew open at the sight of it. At least nine inches from the base to the head of it, and it looked as big around as a man's wrist! It was covered with thick, pulsating surface veins. Pam was fascinated, hypnotized by it. She took it in her hand. It was taut, throbbing with passion. She couldn't begin to reach around its thick circumference.
She was filled with a hungry urge to kiss it. Leaning down, she put her lips to the huge head peeping out from the thick foreskin surrounding it. She was happy that Pete's cock had been left the way nature made it. He sucked in his breath when her hot mouth blew on the extremely sensitive head. She pulled the fat foreskin back until the chubby head was fully exposed. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over the smooth surface.
"Ooooooh, baby!" he groaned.
"Like it?" she asked.
"God, yes!"
She kissed and licked down the long shaft and her hand reached down and caressed his immense testicles. She looked down at his hairy sack and nuzzled, licking at the big balls.
She kissed his shaft again and worked upward over his hairy stomach, his hairy chest, and back to his lips. Then she stretched out beside him again, looking up into his face and smiling. She was filled with happiness that Pete had turned out exactly the way she hoped he would be ... and more. He propped up on one elbow and gazed at her from head to toe. He took his well-hung dong in his hand and said, "Let's put him in your cunt, Pam. He wants to fuck."
She trembled with anticipation. She drew up her knees and spread her thighs wide apart. Pete crawled between them and looked at the beautiful, inviting sight. He poised himself over her, taking his enormous shaft in his hand and guided it to the lips of her waiting can't. He wiggled it back and forth a few times in her dewy hair, transferring some of her juice to the head of it. Placing the slippery head directly in her hole, he gazed deeply in her eyes, and pushed his hips forward. Her slick pussy received the head with a slurp. They both made deep moans at that first contact of prick and snatch. Pete pushed and gave her several more inches. She cried out with pleasure and pulled his head down to her, pressing her lips hard against his, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her can't worked in and out with desire and he filled it with his prick all the way to his nuts.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, filled with the intense pleasure of his penetration, the bliss of the deepness of his thrusts.
The walls of her can't squeezed tightly around the hot meat, gripping and massaging. Pete shivered at the unbelievably good feeling of her tight, slick box. Pam arched her back and pushed her pelvis upward, her pussy lips making a tight band of pleasure around the thick base of his shaft. She felt his big hairy balls against her ass, tickling delightfully.
Their hands were all over each other, and they were lost in each other during the ecstasy of the moment, the past and future blotted out, the present all that mattered.
When Pam's cunt squeezed, Pete's cock jerked deep in her, thrilling her to the depths of her being.
He let it soak for a long time in the burning, slick flesh of her cunt, then he pulled back slightly. When he pulled it back, he felt the thick foreskin close over the head. He knew he wouldn't come as quickly if the foreskin stayed over the head.
He began to move slowly, giving her short, measured strokes, her cunt responding deliciously to his thrusts. Their organs played a beautiful melody to the rhythmic movements of his ass.
Pam was delirious with pleasure at being covered by his big, hairy, muscular body, this dark handsome man she had wanted so much was now in her, penetrating her wide and deep. She felt so completely fulfilled as a woman, her whole body quivered with ecstasy.
Pete had never had a better piece. He couldn't believe that at last he had his cock embedded in this beautiful creature he had wanted from the moment he had first laid eyes on her.
He began to move faster, pulling his prick further back with each stroke, then shoving it all the way in, to the hilt, his balls swinging against her ass. Pam planted her heels firmly on the ground and bounced her pelvis up to meet his deepening thrusts, her pussy massaging the welcomed intruder like a hot, gentle hand.
Pete shoved it deep, then squeezed the muscles around his asshole, making his prick jerk deep in her snatch, sending her into fits of passion. She was so hot, her can't poured juice until it ran down out of her slit into the crevice of her ass and all over Pete's nuts. Their organs were so well-lubricated they made a beautiful, sensual sucking sound.
As his motions became faster and faster, she scissored her legs into the air and lashed her can't hard at his thrusting fuck-stick. He stroked her wildly, maddeningly, until she could hardly bear the intense pleasure of it.
"Oooooooh, aaaaah, ummmmm," she moaned in a rhythmic chant. "It's so good, so good!"
"Yes, baby, so good," Pete echoed. "So good and hot and slick!"
"Oh yes, darling! That's it! Deep! Oh, it's so deep and good! Ooooooooh!" He pounded fast and furiously, their bodies smacked together as prick and can't worked together in joyful unison. She felt transported into space as his hot cock wormed in and out of her in an ever-increasing tempo. She was riding a cloud, mounting up on one side of a rainbow, reacy to plummet down the other side.
"Pete, it's so beautiful! It's heavenly! I'm going to come soon!" She felt her body tense and she clung tightly as he fucked, his prick shoving deeper into her, shooting darts of pleasure through her.
He felt her cunt squeeze tightly and work on his pounding prick like a hungry mouth.
"Darling, I'm going to come!" she whimpered. "You're making me come!"
"Me, too, baby. I'm ready, too!" he groaned.
Her cunt clasped tightly over the length of his blood-engorged prick, and suddenly he gave an extra-hard lunge and the muscles of her cunt skinned his foreskin all the way back, bringing their most sensitive parts together at that wonderful moment.
"Now, Pete, NOW!" she cried. "I'm coming! Oooooooh! I'm COMING!"
"Me, too! I'm gonna shoot-off!" He felt her cream come pouring over the head of his cock and his prick reared up, his load skyrocketing from his balls. spurting deep into Pam's coming pussy. "Argh!" he cried as his load gushed out, filling him with intense ecstasy. Her ass bounced wildly, her whole body shaking under the exquisite pleasure of her shattering orgasm. Pete's hot cream boiled into her, his prick throbbing and jerking, and it was almost more pleasure than she could stand.
He kept fucking until his load was completely shot, and slowly his thrusts subsided. He lay on her, pleasantly exhausted, and kissing her, told her how wonderful she was. He felt her cunt throbbing and palpitating, squeezing the last drops of his come from his swollen cock. He let it soak in her for a while longer, until it began to soften. He pulled it out with a slurp and sat back on his heels. He gazed at her, lying there, her legs spread wide, her cunt working in and out, oozing his come.
"The most beautiful sight in the world," he sighed. "Goddamn, I'm glad I'm a man!"
"I'm glad you're a man, too, darling," Pam said. "But I'm more glad I'm a woman!"
Pete stood up and Pam looked up at his naked body, his cock hanging down like a golden-ripe banana, glistening with the juices of their lovemaking.
"That sight is beautiful, too," she said.
Pete reached down and pulled her up, and they proceeded down to the ocean and waded out into the surf.
Back at the boat; Ted puttered around with the radio for a while after Pete and Pam left. Finally, he gave up in disgust. He went back into the cabin to join Shelly. She was stretched out on a bunk.
"I think I'll take a swim," he said. "Want to come along?"
"Sure," she answered. "It's so hot. Maybe it'll cool off."
Ted stripped off his clothes and threw them on a bunk and walked up on deck. Shelly undressed and went up to join him. He walked to the edge and climbed on the rail and dived into the clear blue water. Shelly saw him plummet down into the depths and then return to the surface.
"Come on in," he called, looking up at her. "It feels wonderful!"
She climbed up and dived in. Ted watched her graceful dive and descent into the lagoon. She surfaced close to him.
"This is heavenly," she said. "So cool and refreshing. This place is so beautiful and romantic. I wouldn't mind staying here forever!"
"We may have to," Ted said laughing, "if somebody doesn't come along to help us."
"That wouldn't be so bad," Shelly declared.
"You'd soon get tired of it, Shelly. You'd miss civilization with all of its modern conveniences."
"I guess you're right. Still, I wouldn't mind trying it for a while." Ted moved closer to her in the water and put his hand over one of her big breasts. "So you think it's romantic, huh? Let's go over to the bank and I'll show you just how romantic it is!"
They swam across the lagoon and climbed up on the bank. Already, Ted had a hard-on and it stood up, jerking and stabbing at the air as he climbed up, water dripping off his body, and sprawled out on the grass. Shelly sat down beside him.
"Play with my puppy," he teased.
She reached over and stroked the smooth flesh of his hard cock. "It's a nice puppy. What kind is it?"
"It's a Cunthound," Ted answered.
Shelly laughed. "Is it a rare breed?"
"No, it's very common. They. make good pets." He made it jerk back and forth. "He likes you. Make friends with him. Kiss him."
Shelly leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. "Does he like that?" she asked.
"Very much. He wants you to do it again."
Shelly leaned down and kissed the head again. She kissed down the length of the shaft and nuzzled his balls. Then she started licking round and round the shaft slowly, working her way upward, toward the head.
He sucked in his breath and said, "Ah, that's it, baby!"
Working her way to the head, she popped it into her mouth like a ripe plum. He groaned with pleasure. She worked her tongue around on the smooth prick until it was juicy and slick with her saliva.
"Go way down on it," he said.
She slipped her mouth down on the shaft as far as she could. Ted grabbed her head and forced it down a little further until she felt his cockhead in her throat.
"Now, go up and down, baby," he instructed.
She began to go up and down, her lips caressing his prick tightly, her mouth making slurping noises.
Ted looked down his body and watched as his cock went in and out of Shelly's mouth, her luscious red lips encircling it.
"Ah, that's the way, Shelly! Go faster now!"
She began to go faster and faster until her head was a blur. While she sucked, she played with his balls, and as he got hotter and hotter, she moved her fingers to the sensitive area behind his nuts and tickled there, sending delightful sensations through his body.
"Oh, that's good, Shelly! That's the way! Suck it, suck it! You'll soon be rewarded!"
She felt his body tensing and his pulsating penis became even more rigid, the tube on the underside swelled and filled with juice. She moved her hand back to his ass and let her fingers tickle deliciously around his asshole.
"Ah, yes!" he moaned. "Now, I'm going to COME!" He grabbed her head tightly, guiding it up and down, faster and faster. Her mouth clasped his meat with an exquisite suction. She felt the head of his cock swell and the whole shaft jerked and he cried, "Now! Here it comes! Aieeeeee!"
The hard cylinder exploded-in her mouth and his load gushed out, splashing into her throat, some of it spilling out and running down her chin. She kept sucking until he was satisfied. When he relaxed, she took his prick from her mouth.
She stretched out beside him and kissed him while she swallowed his come. Some of it ran into his mouth.
After he rested a few minutes, Shelly straddled his body and sat on his chest. "Eat me," she said lewdly.
He looked up and saw her pink slit gaping above him. He reached up and stroked it, parting the lips with his fingers, saw the interior was glistening with sticky juice. He put in a finger and the lips grabbed it and sucked it in. He pushed in, and out with his finger and she sighed happily. When he contacted with her clitoris, she moved her body forward until her gleaming slit was just above his mouth. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could and she lowered herself onto it.
He flicked his tongue rapidly, its slippery tip tracing the outline of her cunt lips. She moaned ecstatically and lowered herself still more, causing his hot tongue to go deeper.
"Oooooooh, it's good!" she cried. "Lick me deep like that!"
He stuck his tongue deeper and lapped in low, slow strokes, setting the intensely sensitive flesh of her cunt on fire. She ground her hips wildly in circles and up and down movements until Ted was almost smothered. Her throbbing snatch oozed juice until it ran down all over his face. He let his tongue play and tickle faster, concentrating on her hard, pulsating clit.
While he ate her, his hands roamed over her smooth body, stroking and caressing. He had her so hot, every nerve of her body was turned on, bringing her nearer and nearer to orgasm.
She thrashed wildly as his eating tongue skewered faster and faster, in and out of her burning hole.
"Oh, God, Ted, it's so good! It's driving me crazy!" she exclaimed, her ass bouncing in rhythmic motions.
The tingling sensation in her cunt increased and spread in blissful waves throughout her whole body. She felt as though she were whirling, spinning, and flying through space, and almost blacked out from the intensity.
She gave a high, piercing cry and Ted felt her cunt quiver and then she shuddered all over.
"Oh, I'm coming! I'm COMING!" she screamed, and he felt her orgasm break in waves of hot cream, pouring from her steaming slit in a stream, bathing his face and running down onto his neck.
She kept shoving her cunt at his tongue until her climax began to subside, and she heaved a long sigh and came to rest, her breath coming in gasps.
She got up slowly and looked around and saw Ted's cock standing up, bone-hard, jerking and thrashing wildly about.
"Put him in that hot, juicy cunt I just ate," he told her.
She straddled his body again, hovering above his stiff, throbbing rod. She reached down and stroked it a few times with her hand. Then she held it steadily and guided it to the lips of her well-lubricated snatch. A trickle of hot juice ran down on the smooth head of his prick, and she wiggled it around until it was good and slippery.
Poising herself, she aligned it with her eager hole and lowered herself, taking it all the way .to the hilt. Ted let out a loud groan as his hard meat cruised deep into her unbelievably hot, juicy box. He felt the walls close around it and clasp the tingling flesh of his rigid pad. She felt it jerk deep in her, tickling her can't, and a shiver of bliss went through her body. He jerked it several times like that and she squeezed her pussy tightly around it. The slick juice from her snatch ran down into the hair around his cock and on his balls and thighs. She began to move her' hips in little circles and her ass slipped delightfully in the juices. Each time she moved, there was a loud, squishy sound.
Ted closed his eyes and abandoned himself completely to the feeling of Shelly wiggling on his cock. Nothing else mattered except his finely tuned senses to the feeling of fuck. The swaying palms, the sound of the surf, and the grounded boat, were all far away.
She began to move up and down on his throbbing shaft slowly, slowly, her can't lips sucking tightly on each upward movement, then relaxing on the downward stroke. Ted opened his eyes, looked down his body and watched as his prick came out of her box, slick and glistening, and then was swallowed up immediately, disappearing into the luscious flesh all the way to his balls.
The feeling became so intensely pleasurable, he started to push himself upward to meet the up and down movements of her body. He pushed so hard he lifted her up on his body, and she was impaled on his stiff shaft as if it were a sword.
"Ah, baby, it feels good," he moaned. "So hot and juicy. Let's roll over so I can really drive it!"
They rolled over until Shelly was on the bottom, their organs staying tightly together as they changed positions. She put her legs around him and pulled his head down, kissing him hard and passionately.
He shoved his rigid, steaming member as far as it would go into the depths of her pulsating pussy: Faster and faster he pounded until his ass was almost a blur, driving him nearer to his explosion.
His hands worked frantically, probing and fondling her voluptuous curves, while his tongue twined around hers in an intimate kiss.
He moved faster, until he felt his nuts tingle, and his body tensed to the climax that was about to come.
"Now! NOW!" he cried, and Shelly felt the cock inside her swell and jerk, and his hot come gushed against the walls of her pussy. Her own release came in wave after wave, her juice mingling with his while her cunt squeezed and caressed his pounding prick.
CHAPTER 6
Pam and Pete walked leisurely, arm in arm, back to the boat. The sun was lowering in the western sky, its rays casting long shadows across the beach. The constantly changing colors in the clouds made a kaleidoscopic panorama above the island.
"It's so beautiful," Pam declared. "I've never seen anything so beautiful!"
"Neither have I," Pete agreed. "If we have to be shipwrecked, this is the place."
"I'd almost forgotten our predicament," Pam said. The memory of Pete's lovemaking blotted out everything else.
"I've forgotten everything except that I'm the happiest guy in the world," Pete said softly.
"And I'm the happiest girl, Pete."
He tightened his arm around her and pulled her close to him. He felt the warmth of her body against him, and the odor of her flooded his nostrils and he sighed, remembering.
Further ahead they could see the graceful curve of the shore where it turned inland, forming the lagoon. They approached it and saw the Island Sun sitting up on the bank as they had left her.
Pete looked at the boat and mused, "Oh, well, it could be worse. At least she's upright and we'll have a comfortable place to' stay until help comes along."
"Somebody will probably come along soon and we can signal for help," Pam said optimistically. "But I don't care if anybody comes. I'm not in a hurry to leave."
"Neither am I," Pete said, looking down at her.
When they got closer, they heard a splashing sound in the water. Looking out into the lagoon, they saw Shelly swimming around in the clear, blue water.
"Hello," she called when she saw them.
They waved to her and she swam closer to the shore. Pete gazed at her well-stacked body, clearly visible in the crystal water.
"Where's Ted?" he asked.
"On the boat. Probably taking a nap," she answered. "I think I tired him out this afternoon."
They smiled at her knowingly. "We thought that by now you would have the boat afloat," Pam teased.
"We tried, but no luck," Shelly said. "We're just stranded here in this tropical paradise."
"Terrible, isn't it?" Pam said with a laugh.
"Awful," Shelly answered. "We could hike the inland route back to civilization. It might only take a week or two," she said with a half-smile.
"Not me, sister," Pam replied. "I'll just relax and enjoy myself. If you'd like to try and find your way through the jungle, you're on your own."
They all laughed, then Shelly said invitingly, "Hey, why don't you two join me for a swim? The water feels great."
"You go ahead if you like, Pam," Pete said. "I think I'll go aboard and fix myself a drink."
"All right," Pam said. "We'll be in to join you a little later."
Pete left and Pam pulled off her clothes and joined Shelly in the refreshing water of the lagoon
"How was your walk?" Shelly asked.
Pam sighed and smiled dreamily. "Wonderful, beautiful. Pete is everything I'd dreamed he would be, and even more!" She felt a shiver of pleasure run through her just thinking about him.
"I figured he would be," Shelly said, "if you can judge by looks. He's so handsome!"
"It doesn't stop with just his face either," Pam told her, "You ought to see him naked. He's unbelievable!"
"I'd like to," Shelly said. "Ted and I had a wild time this afternoon. He's terrific! Do you find him attractive?" Shelly inquired.
"Very," Pam replied.
"If you tried him, you might find him quite interesting."
"Maybe I will," Pam said coyly.
They swam around in the placid water of the lagoon, enjoying the refreshing coolness. As the sunlight began to fade, a gentle breeze wafted through the trees, moving the branches with a soft, rustling sound. Sounds of birds and creatures around the lagoon filled the air as they prepared for the oncoming night.
Pete found Ted awake when he went aboard the boat. He was lying on one of the bunks staring dreamily at the ceiling. Pete began fixing himself a drink.
"Want one, Ted?"
"Yeah, I'll take one."
Pete poured out two stiff drinks of Scotch, added a little soda, and handed one to Ted.
"How was your walk with Pam?" Ted asked, taking the drink.
"Fantastic," Pete told him. "Pam is really fantastic. I've had a lot of girls, but I think Pam beats them all."
"A good piece, huh?"
"The greatest," Pete answered.
"I'd put Shelly up against her," Ted said. "She's really wild. Hot and horny. She's game for anything."
"Maybe we'll do that," Pete said smiling.
They took their drinks and went out on deck and watched the two luscious girls cavorting in the water. Ted whistled softly as he gazed at Pam.
"Man, oh, man!" he exclaimed. "Look at those boobs! And I thought Shelly's were big! I'd like to bury my face in them for about an hour!"
The girls saw Pete and Ted watching them and they waved. "Fix some martinis," Shelly called. "We'll be coming out soon."
"All right, Shelly," Ted called back. He watched them a few minutes longer and then went inside and made a big pitcher of martinis. When he had completed his task, he carried them back out on deck.
The girls came out of the water and climbed on board dripping water. Pete went inside and got two big towels. He handed one to Shelly and held the other one for Pam. She walked toward him and he embraced her in it and began drying her. He dried her from head to foot, lingering over her smooth breasts and luscious blonde bush between her legs.
Ted watched intently. His mouth watered for a sample of Pam's goodies. Shelly walked over to him and handed him her towel.
"Dry me, Ted," she said.
He dried her, teasing her as he worked his way from head to foot. She playfully slapped his hands several times and told him to stop when he pinched her tits and ass, or stroked her pubic hair.
When they were dry, they wrapped the towels around themselves and had a martini. The four of them sat on the deck, sipping their drinks, and watched the final rays of the sun disappear, the red ball dropping into the Pacific.
The peaceful night fell over the island, and the creatures that inhabited it filled the sir with a variety of sounds. Nearby, the wash of the surf slapped onto the bank, making a rhythmic soothing sound.
A little while later, after another martini, Shelly asked, "Is anybody hungry?"
"Starved," Ted replied.
"Famished," Pete answered.
"Ravenous," Pam added
"Okay, okay, I get the idea," she said laughing. "Pam, come along and we'll see what's in the galley."
Pam got up and followed her inside. As Ted had told them, the boat was well-stocked, and in a short while they had an appetizing meal on the table. They called Ted and Pete when everything was ready, and the four of them sat down on the table in the small galley.
"Hey, this looks like a banquet!" Ted said, looking at the spread of food.
"Yeah" you two should be proud of yourselves," Pete added.
Shelly, already high on martinis, picked up her wine glass and said, "A toast!"
The rest of them picked up their glasses and she continued, "To Ted and Pam and Pete, my beautiful friends. I'm glad I found you three; and if I had to be shipwrecked, I don't know anybody I'd rather be with."
They laughed and turned up their glasses and drank. Pam looked across the rim of her glass and her eyes met Pete's and held them, gazing deeply while the heady wine went down her throat.
"Those are my sentiments, exactly, Shelly," she said.
Pete smiled at her and reached across and touched her hand. She picked up his hand and kissed his fingers, each one individually, and then his palm. When she was through kissing his hand, she picked up a morsel of food from her plate and reached across and put it in his mouth. He ate it and then kissed her fingers and fed her some of his food.
"How romantic," Shelly observed. "Isn't that romantic, Ted?"
"Yes, it is, babe," Ted agreed and fed some of his food to Shelly. Shelly retaliated and began feeding him.
The four of them continued the meal, feeding each other, kissing; and drinking wine. When they were almost through eating, Pam put her foot under the table and began rubbing it up and down Pete's leg. She rubbed up along the hard muscle of his calf, massaging it with her toes. She worked her foot higher and he spread his legs apart. She continued the journey, along his inner thighs until she felt his hardening cock along the leg of his trousers.
He gave a sigh and leaned back in his seat while she rubbed his enormous erection. Moving his foot over to her side of the table, he let it move slowly up her leg to her hot thighs and under her towel, until his toes came in contact with her naked, hairy bush. They sat there gazing at each other, playing with each other, all the while sipping wine.
Shelly and Ted smiled when they saw what they were doing. Shelly got up and went around to Ted's side of the table and sat on his lap. They began kissing and feeling each other. She unfastened the towel from around her and let it fall, freeing her breasts. Ted buried his face in them, kissing and licking them, sucking the nipples. Shelly ran her fingers through his hair and moaned while he made love to her tits.
Pam was high, hot and horny. Her cunt was oozing juice on Pete's big toe as he stirred it around in her slit. Her foot, meanwhile, kept rubbing up and down the length of his hardened shaft.
She made her towel loose and Pete watched intently as her enormous tits were freed. He stopped playing with her and got up, knelt in front of her chair, and fondled and stroked her soft breasts. He put his mouth to them and Pam held tightly to his head while he kissed and licked the nipples.
Shelly sipped her glass of wine while Ted kept playing with her. When he stopped, she stood up, letting her towel fall off. She climbed on the table, completely naked. Ted looked at her lovely young body and ran his tongue across his lips hungrily. He pulled his chair closer to the table and Shelly slipped closer to the edge. She spread her legs wide apart, exposing her steaming snatch. Ted began stroking it with his hand, moving his fingers up and down the fat lips. She moaned and moved her ass under his touch, and he parted the lips and inserted a finger. He pushed his finger in and out rapidly, found her joy button and massaged it.
"Yes, oh yes, Ted," she sighed. "Now do it with your tongue the way you did this afternoon."
He removed his finger and buried his head between her legs. She draped her legs up around his shoulders and spread wide. He placed his mouth over her slit and speared his tongue into the fiery-hot interior. When it contacted her clitoris she let out a cry of pleasure and Pam and Pete turned to see what they were doing.
"Looks like Ted is having his dessert," Pete remarked.
"Are you ready for yours, darling?" Pam asked, a sensuous smile playing across her lips.
"Yes, ready and eager," he answered.
Pam crawled onto the table next to Shelly and Pete pulled his chair up and sat beside Ted. Pam opened her legs before him and he leaned over and nuzzled his lips in her blonde bush. His tongue snaked out and began crawling up and down the smooth lips. She writhed blissfully as it traced a tickling path over the lips of her cunt. When it darted into her hot, sticky hole, she moaned loudly and pushed her hips up off the table. Her thighs clamped tightly around his head and she reached down and stroked his hair.
Next to her, Shelly was breathing heavily and moaning softly. Pam turned to look at her. Shelly's eyes were glassy and she looked as though she were unconscious. But she was very conscious and her ass bounced wildly on the table while Ted ate her. Her cunt began to work in and out and seeped juice until his face was wet with it.
Pam began to moan and undulate under Pete's tonguing, and she began moving faster and faster while his tongue spun round and round her clit.
The moans and cries of Pam and Shelly made an erotic duet, accompanied by the loud eating noises made by Ted and Pete.
"I'm coming!" Shelly cried. "Keep eating it like that! Oh, oh! I'm coming!" Ted thrust his tongue deeper and his lips encircled her clit as she exploded, her cunt throbbing and pumping cream into his mouth.
"I'm coming, too!" Pam yelled. "Now! Now! Oh, I'm on fire, darling!" Pete felt her pussy palpitate frantically and her ass bounced faster and faster to meet the deep thrusts of his tongue. Her body tensed and she exploded in a brilliant burst of fireworks, her hot hole squirting cream in his mouth.
"Oooooh, aaaah, ummmmm," she sang, riding the crest of orgasm until it slowly diminished and she relaxed in a glow of happiness. She opened her eyes and saw Shelly lying there, smiling at her.
Ted pulled Shelly up and motioned toward the big lump protruding in his pants. "Remember Junior?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Get him out and take care of him." They exchanged places, Ted getting on the table and Shelly in the chair. She unzipped his pants and hauled out his throbbing cock. Her hand encircled it and she stroked up and down on it.
"Let's take my pants off, Shelly," he said.
Pam looked at Ted's rigid dong and watched while Shelly pulled his pants and shorts off. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.
Shelly was right, Pam observed. Ted was beautifully built, stocky and muscular, and his cock, though not as big as Pete's, was big enough to thrill any girl.
Pam looked around at Pete and he was beginning to undress. She got off the table and went to assist him. He pulled off his shirt as she unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. He lowered them and pulled them off over his bare feet. He straightened up and his cock pushed at his shorts, almost bursting the seams.
Pam heard Shelly gasp when she saw the big protrusion in Pete's shorts and, when he pulled them down and his prick stood up against his belly throbbing and jerking, she exclaimed, "My God!" Her mouth went dry with desire and her heart pounded wildly. She leaned over Ted and popped the head of his prick in her mouth, spinning her tongue round and round the smooth surface.
Pete sat on the edge of the table and Pam sat in a chair in front of him. She stroked his long, thick shaft with her hand and pulled the chubby foreskin back, exposing the smooth, rosy head. She bent over it and kissed it and he sucked in his breath at the contact of her red lips. He leaned back on his elbows and watched while her lips opened and took the head in like a giant lollipop.
Her slippery tongue licked at the intensely sensitive, uncovered knob and he groaned with pleasure.
Next to them, Ted was sighing and grunting under Shelly's expert tonguing. She began to suck it savagely, her head working up and down, faster and faster. One hand was around the base of his joint, holding it steady while she sucked, and the other hand caressed his testicles.
"Oooooh, baby, that's good!" he groaned. "That's it, go way down on it! Ooooooh!" Her head went faster and he pushed his body up to meet her up and down motions. In a few minutes she felt his body tense and his cock swelled in her mouth. "Now, Shelly, NOW!" he cried. "I'm gonna blow my load!" The head of his prick exploded and his hot cream shot into her mouth and ran down her throat. When he was satisfied, he laid back and relaxed. Both he and Shelly turned to watch Pam and Pete.
Pam could get only a couple of inches into her mouth and she held tightly to the remainder of the saliva-soaked penis, jacking it with her hand while she sucked. With her other hand she fondled his nuts, pulling slightly at the sack which contained them. He looked down and watched happily while the beautiful doll slurped on his hot prick, bringing him to the brink of climax.
"Ah, yes, Pam," he sighed. "That's it!" He pushed his ass forward slightly to meet the downward motions of her mouth. Her slippery saliva was running all over the big shaft and her head worked up and down in the slick lubrication while her mouth sucked at the head of it.
Shelly watched as though she were in a trance, her mouth drooling and her heart pounding excitedly as Pam worked feverishly on Pete's glorious dong.
Pete groaned and said, "I'm almost ready to come, baby," and he reached down and held her head as it flew up and down on his pulsating erection. She felt him stiffen and the head of his cock swelled. The thick shaft jerked and he cried, "Now! Now! It's gonna shoot! Here it comes!" His load gushed out in a rapid spurt and Pam caught it, her jaws puffing out. When it was through shooting, she looked up at him and swallowed his thick, pulpy nectar of love. He sat up and pulled her to him and kissed her sticky lips.
"You're really something, Pam. Really something."
"So are you," she whispered.
"Would anybody like some more wine?" Shelly asked, holding up the bottle.
Everybody was thirsty. She brought a glass for Ted and one for Pete, pouring them full of the red, sparkling liquid. Then she poured one for Pam and one for herself.
"Let's go on deck," Ted suggested. "We'll drink our wine, then have a fucking orgy!"
"Yeah!" Pete said, putting his arm around Pam. They followed Ted and Shelly up the short flight of steps to the deck.
The air was cool and refreshing, and overhead the night sky was splashed with thousands of stars. The silvery moon hung above the sea like a bright beacon.
They sat sipping wine and chatting, intoxicated by the soft tropical night. Pete, feeling Pam's warm body next to him, soon felt his desire return full-force and pulled her close, caressing her smooth flesh.
She purred happily and laid her head on his shoulder, letting her hand come to rest on his leg. She saw his fat cock lying between his legs and watched as it stirred and began to harden. She reached over and grasped it, feeling the throbbing flesh grow thicker and longer, rising up to its full proportions.
"Looks like Pete's ready for our orgy," Ted said.
"Sure does," Shelly agreed, her blood becoming hot and racing wildly through her veins.
"I'm ready, too, baby," he said, taking her hand and guiding it to his hard prick. She stroked it a few times and then went over to join Pete and Pam. Pete stretched out full-length on the deck, his cock standing up and jerking about like a thick water hose.
"Come on, Pam, sit on it," he instructed.
In an instant she was straddling his body, guiding his big prick into her juicy cunt. She lowered herself and took it inch by inch until it was embedded all the way up to his balls in her. They groaned with delight as their hot organs coupled.
He told Shelly to straddle his face. She went eagerly and got over him, spreading wide until her gleaming hole was just above his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and skewered the hot snatch. She sighed blissfully.
Ted came and stood in front of Pam. She took his jerking cock in her mouth and began sucking. Soon the four of them were in a wild rhythm of motion: Pete fucking Pam and eating Shelly, Pam being fucked by Pete and sucking Ted, Shelly being eaten by Pete, and Ted sucked by Pam.
When they were worked up to a fever pitch, they maneuvered themselves into a different position. While Pete stayed on his back, Shelly got down on-all-fours and began sucking him. Ted crawled in between her legs and fed her cunt his cock, dog-style, and Pam straddled over Shelly and shoved her pussy into Ted's face and he ate her while he fucked Shelly.
Shelly shivered happily as she took Pete's big prick into her mouth and felt Ted's hard cock press deep into her. She stroked and fondled Pete's meat and pushed the hefty hood back, letting the chubby head all the way out from its covering. She sucked hard and eagerly at the big knob until be shivered with pleasure beneath her.
Pam found out how good a cunt-sucker Ted was. His tongue did wonderful and magical things to her, setting her on fire, making her tingle all over. He licked deep, spinning his tongue in delightful circles around her clit. Her pussy ran with sticky juice, covering her thighs and his face.
Before anyone could come, ending the orgy, they changed positions again, forming a circle of hot, torrid flesh. Pete ate Pam, Shelly sucked Pete, Ted ate Shelly, and Pam sucked Ted, closing up the circle.
There was a wild tangle of arms and legs, pricks and cunts, as they ate frantically, the loud slurping noises blending in with the loud noises made by the island creatures. Their hands fondled and caressed asses, tits, balls, bellies, and thighs, while their mouths sucked, obliterating all else but their intense feeling of ecstasy and pleasure.
When both Pam and Shelly were just about on the verge of climax, one of the guys signaled a stop. They didn't want to come just then, they wanted the orgy to last as long as possible. They were both ready to fuck and the girls were eager for the same. They all wanted the orgy to end with pricks in cunts.
Pam and Shelly got down on their hands and knees, while Ted and Pete took turns fucking them. Ted crawled up to Pam and poised himself, cock in hand, shivering with anticipation. He had wanted to fuck the blonde, beautiful Pam ever since he had seen her nude. Now he had eaten her and she had sucked his dick, and now he was going to shove it up into her gorgeous blonde pussy.
He held his cock steady and placed it directly over the slippery hole. He gave a gentle push and it slipped into the indescribably delicious, unbelievably hot interior.
"Ahhhhh," he signed, as it cruised all the way in and his balls swung against her. He felt the walls of her can't press around his meat, gripping and massaging, lubricating his whole prick with slimy juice. The lips made a delightful tight circle of pleasure around the base of his shaft.
Meanwhile, Shelly trembled excitedly at the thought of having Pete fuck her. He poised himself behind her and. she reached around to-help guide it. She wiggled it in her dewy hair and placed it on her ready and inviting lips. He pushed his hips forward and she felt the big, fat head push her lips open wide, and then the enormous hard pole of muscle cruised slowly into her, spreading the walls of her can't apart, penetrating deeply.
"Oh, my God! she cried out, and her can't squeezed and caressed that glorious tool she had been wanting in her so badly.
He began making small movements and when she felt it move in her, she felt as though she would faint with pleasure. Every nerve of her body, from head to toe, was alive with the ecstatic feeling of fuck.
He reached around her and began to play with her tits, and she shuddered at the extra feeling of excitement. He began to push in short strokes, and almost immediately Shelly started to come.
She wiggled and moaned, and when Pete felt her coming, he gave it to her hard and deep. She screamed with, joy and her cunt squeezed tightly. He felt the tremors of her climax come in waves, vibrating her whole body, and her cream poured over his cock. When it subsided, he told her to get on her back. He withdrew for an instant and she rolled quickly onto her back, holding up her arms to him. He stuck it in again and shoved it wide and deep, and Shelly began another orgasm as violent as the first one. Pete stroked her wildly, and all the time she kept writhing and squirming and coming. When he reached his climax and shot her his load, she felt as though she was being propelled into the night sky and stars were exploding all around her. His sticky liquid gushed into her, mingling with the flood of her come.
Ted was lost in Pam's heavenly pussy, soaking in it. He wanted it to last and last, but it was so delicious he knew he would come soon. He fucked furiously and his hands were all over her beautiful body exploring her curves. He grabbed handfuls of her breasts, squeezing and pressing, he felt his cock jerk inside her at the sensation.
She hunched her ass rapidly to meet his thrusts. Their organs were so excessively lubricated they made a loud, sucking sound. Ted felt the ecstasy in his cock become more intense and he pushed harder and faster, his prick swelling and rearing up deep in her.
"I'm coming!" he cried. "Oooooooooooh, I'm coming!"
"Me, too! Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh!" she screamed, in rhythm with the thrusts of his hammering cock.
Her can't squeezed his. torrid stallion tightly, and exploded just as he shot off his come. Their mutual climaxes blended in a shattering burst of ecstasy and they rode the crest to the satisfying end, sighing and moaning. They kept fucking until their passion subsided, and they fell to the deck, happily exhausted.
CHAPTER 7
Pam woke to find herself in the small, cramped space of the lower bunk of the boat's sleeping quarters. Pete's arms and legs were draped across her and he was sleeping peacefully. Across the room she saw Shelly and Ted in the other lower bunk sleeping serenely, their limbs also intertwined.
She freed herself from Pete's confining limbs and gazed longingly. at his big, muscular body, relaxed and vulnerable in the remote distance of a sound slumber. He stirred lazily and sprawled on his back, one arm by his side and the other resting above his head on the pillow. Her eyes traveled down his body to where his soft prick reposed like a golden banana. Below, his hairy sac containing his huge, spongy balls hung loosely.
She sighed softly and smiled to herself, remembering what a world of delight he had transported her to the night before. When she got off the bunk he stirred fitfully and mumbled something unintelligible. She leaned over and gently placed her lips on his, careful not to wake him.
She located her shorts and blouse and put them on. She went up on deck, and breathing deeply, she cleared her head of the cobwebs accumulated there from the previous night.
The tranquil scene looked like a mural painted by a master's brush. Everything was still, quiet and peaceful in the early morning sun. She stretched lazily and climbed over the side, down the ladder, onto the bank of the lagoon.
She made her way along the path around the body of water and headed toward the beach. She heard the loud sound of the breakers rolling on the shore like loud drums in the distance. Hurrying her step, she emerged from the wooded area onto the golden sand of the beach. She. took off her shoes and ran to the water's edge, letting the coolness of the incoming tide roll over her feet.
She walked along the sand looking down to see what treasures the sea was washing in. Bending down, she picked up an oddly-shaped, colorful seashell.
When she straightened up, her mouth flew open in surprise and fear. There, no more than twenty feet away, was a man, a native with a long, wicked-looking spear in his hand. She dropped her seashell and began running back up the beach in the direction of the boat. Before she got to the wooded area she gave a glance around and saw that the man was following her. She picked up speed and ran frantically toward the lagoon, the low foliage slapping at her bare arms and legs. The boat came into view and she began calling loudly for Pete. She got nearer but there was no sign that he had heard her. She reached the side of the boat and saw Shelly's face, sleepy-eyed and tired-looking, at a porthole.
"Shelly!" she called loudly, "wake up Pete and Ted. There's a man following me! He's got a spear!"
Pam scrambled up the ladder and got onto the deck. Looking back, she saw the native walking around the edge of the lagoon.
Pete appeared on deck in his shorts, yawning. He was followed by Ted who was throwing on a shirt, and behind Ted was Shelly, wrapped in a towel, looking frightened.
Pete put his arm around Pam protectively. "Darling, what the hell? I thought you were still asleep like the rest of us."
"I just went for a walk, Pete. I was on the beach and I saw that man," she said, panting, pointing in the native's direction.
Ted and Shelly joined them at the deck rail and the four of them watched as the man approached. He came nearer and looked up at them and smiled.
"Did not mean to scare lady," he said in halting, accented English. "Was surprised much to see strange lady on beach."
"I can understand that," Pete said to him.
"We're in trouble as you can see. The storm yesterday blew us here and we ran aground."
The native looked at the Island Sun and said, "Yes, you got much trouble. But we fix. Chief will fix. You come village. Chief help."
"Village?" Ted asked.
"Yes, my village on other side of beach in jungle. You come, I show you."
"Let's get dressed and go with him," Pete said. "If we can get enough men we can pull this boat off the bank." To the native he said, "Give us a minute to get dressed. We'll come with you."
The man nodded and sat down on the bank of the lagoon to wait.
"Thank goodness he's a friendly native," Pam said. "When I saw him and saw that spear it scared me to death. I thought maybe ha was a headhunter."
"Sweetheart," Pete said, laughing, "I don't think there are any headhunters around these parts. I'm sure all the islands around here are friendly."
"I hope so," Pam said. "I didn't know what he might do to me so I just ran."
"I would have done the same thing," Shelly remarked.
They dressed hurriedly and climbed over the side of the boat to join the native. He stood up and smiled when he saw them coming.
"We go now to village. You come. I show."
"Is it far?" Pam asked.
"No, it not far. We go around beach. Better for to walk."
"What tribe do you belong to?" Ted wanted to know.
"Malahani," the native replied.
"You and your people still live the old way of life, complete with tribal rituals?" Pete inquired.
"Yes, still worship Gods, still live in jungle," he answered.
"That's beautiful," Shelly replied.
He led them at a fast pace along the graceful curve of the beach toward the village. Some time later, they saw a gray wisp of smoke curling above the trees, floating up into the bright blue sky.
He pointed toward the smoke and said, "We be there soon. Village."
"Thank goodness," Shelly said. "I thought he said it wasn't far. I'm exhausted."
"It's as if this whole thing were out of some movie," Pete replied.
"If this village has a sixty-foot wall around it, I'm gonna shit," Ted added.
"Rama KONG!" Pete shouted, jokingly.
They rounded a bend of the shoreline and before them lay the village, nestled in a setting of towering palms, lush green foliage, and flowers. As they approached, they heard the loud sound of a horn blowing. When they got nearer, they saw all the village's inhabitants lined up to greet them. The horn sounded again. Looking up into a tall palm, they saw a young man blowing a large shell.
They were led into the village, which stretched from the coastline into the jungle, huts scattered here and there for hundreds of yards. They passed between rows of the palm-thatched huts, and at the end of the avenue was a hut, larger and more luxurious than the others. They stopped before it and soon a tall, suntanned man stepped from it.
"The village of Malahani welcomes you," he said, smiling at them. "I am Wakaui, chief of the village. We are happy to have you here. Tell me what brings you to our village?"
Ted explained at length about their ill-fated voyage. While he talked, Pam let her gaze wonder. Standing near the chief was a bronzed man, so handsome he made her heart pound and her legs go weak. She nudged Shelly and told her to look at him.
"Oh, yeah!" replied Shelly. "My god, he's handsome. Can he be for real?"
"I'd certainly like to find out," Pam paid.
"Me, too," Shelly declared.
While Pam and Shelly gazed at the man and the other villagers, the eyes of the villagers were gazing at them, especially at the blonde, fair-skinned Pam.
Ted finished telling the chief about their misfortune and the chief smiled and said, "I'm sure we can help you. Soon we go and take a look at your boat. But first, come into my house and I will offer you something to drink."
As they followed Wakaui towards his hut, Pam shot a glance in the direction of the handsome man. He was walking in the opposite direction, very slowly. She noticed that he sported excessively long hair, tied in a pony-tail, and was clad in only a faded pair of cut-offs. He was white! Pam thought to herself how strange it was for a white person to be living with a native tribe.
They followed the chief inside and he told them to be seated. They sat on the floor around a low table. The floor was covered by a beautiful rug.
At that moment, a villager entered the but and sat down at the chief's right hand. He was presented to the guests.
"Allow me to present my son, Kapuna," the chief said.
Kapuna nodded and smiled to them. Shelly looked deeply into his dark eyes and felt her heart melt inside her chest. He reached over and shook hands with Ted and Pete. He said he was happy to meet all of them, and that his village was honored by their presence.
The chief clapped his hands and a servant brought in a tray of drinks served in coconut shells. They sipped the cool liquid and found it to be very good. They finished and another round was brought.
Then the chief announced that they would go and take a look at their stranded boat. He stepped out on the porch of his but and hollered something, immediately gaining the attention of the villagers who were standing outside. All the able-bodied men, the chief said, would accompany him to the place where his guests' boat was aground.
Before they got started, Pam spoke up. "Excuse me, Wakaui, but who was that fellow with his hair tied back?"
"That is Phillip. He lives here in the village with the rest of my people."
"But, he's white, isn't he?" she inquired.
"Quite. An American as well. He came here maybe three years ago and never left." The chief looked carefully at her inquisitive expression and said, "Don't worry, you'll see him again, later."
He led the way down to the beach where more than a dozen long canoes were launched. Pam, Pete, Ted, and Shelly were told which boats to board and they piled in, and several pair of tanned, muscular arms propelled them out into the water. The oars dipped and fell in a steady rhythm, the canoes glided rapidly over the smooth surface.
In the first boat was the chief, sitting proudly in the bow, staring straight ahead while a half dozen men manned the oars. In the second was Kapuna, staring straight ahead like his father. The canoes spread out in the water and followed the curve of the shore, while the oarsmen pushed them over the rippling water nearer and nearer to the lagoon.
Pam relaxed and let the cool, salty breeze caress her face and blow her hair. She turned to look at Pete, seated just behind her.
"I'm glad I took that walk now, Pete," she said.
"So am I, darling. It was a stroke of luck for us."
"Even if I did get scared half to death," she said. "I hope they'll be able to free the boat."
"There's enough men for. the job," Pete said, looking over the fleet of canoes.
A little further, the shoreline curved sharply inward to the lagoon. As they approached they saw the Island Sun sitting alone and forlorn, like some unwanted thing cast up by the sea.
The boat bearing the chief stopped and that was the signal for the rest of them to stop. They sat there, the canoes bobbing on the water, while the chief looked the situation over. After a while, when he had figured out what was to be done, he had his men row him in and he boarded the cabin cruiser.
Standing on the deck he looked every inch a chief as he began shouting orders. Ropes were brought forth and tied in strategic locations along the boat. Then several canoes loaded with men moved away from the Island Sun while the ropes were pulled. At the other end of the boat more men pushed. There was a great burst of manpower and Pam thought she saw the boat move slightly.
The chief ordered and more men waded into the lagoon to the end of the boat that was in the water.
The men began to rock the Island Sun slowly, in a steady rhythm, while the others pushed and the men with the ropes pulled. Another great output of energy was put into motion. This time their efforts were successful.
"It's moving!" Pam exclaimed. "It's moving!"
Under the sheer force of raw muscle power, the Island Sun slipped slowly off the bank and into the clear blue water of the lagoon. When it was afloat, the men gave a resounding cheer. Pete and Ted waded out and climbed aboard, exhausted and perspiring, and shook the chief's hand.
"A thousand thanks, Chief!" Ted said gratefully. He looked at the men in the water and those on the bank and thanked them. "How can we ever repay you?" he asked.
The chief smiled and said, "Come back to our village and accept our hospitality. Let us entertain you. Guests of the Malahani are a cause for celebration!"
"We'd be honored, Chief," Ted told him. Strong arms carried Pam and Shelly from the bank out into the water where they could board the cabin cruiser. When they were aboard, Ted started the engine and they followed the canoes out of the lagoon into open water. The chief sat on the deck and watched as The Island Sun passed the canoes and left them far behind. He sipped a drink that .Pete mixed for him and chatted happily while they cruised rapidly over the water.
In a little while they were back at the village and Ted guided the boat into the inlet near the village, anchoring alongside the dock. Pete jumped onto the dock and helped the chief off, then assisted Pam and Shelly. Ted cut the engine and joined them, and together they went to the village.
As soon as they arrived in the village, the chief began giving orders and the makings of a feast were begun. The women and children jumped to his commands, chattering and laughing as they went about their prescribed tasks.
He escorted the two couples to a neat row of huts sitting a little apart from the others. They were the guest huts, he explained. He assigned a but to each of them and told them to make themselves comfortable, then he departed.
CHAPTER 8
Pam walked into her but and looked around. It was sparsely furnished with a bed in one comer, a table with a cracked mirror above it in another comer, and a couple of thatched chairs. She tried the bed and found it to be quite comfortable. She closed her eyes and imagined the village-dwelling American she'd seen earlier. She pictured him lying there beside her, his arms around her, and a tingle went through her body. While she was lying there relaxing and daydreaming, she heard a loud commotion in the village. She got up off the bed and looked out the window. Where she could see the ocean through the trees, she saw the canoes returning. The children of the village were running down to the shore to meet them. She went outside and hurried toward the beach to watch.
As the canoes rode in on the tide, several men jumped out into the shallow water and guided them into the beach. When all the canoes were in, the children crowded around the men chattering excitedly and asking questions. Pam stood a short distance away observing, her eyes closely watching the movements of the men.
Kapuna saw Pam and waved to her, walking to where she was standing. He smiled broadly and said, "Well, we finally made it back."
"You made good time, considering you were depending on muscle power alone," she replied.
"Yes, I guess we did," he agreed. "My men are very good with the oars, but nothing to compare with the powerful engine of your big cabin cruiser."
"I'm so happy that it's operating again," she said. "We can't ever thank you enough for what you've done."
"We are very happy to help."
Together they walked to the village and Kapuna escorted her to her hut. When they reached the hut, he paused a moment and inquired, "Pam, what's your girlfriend like?"
"Shelly? She's really something," she said in a carefree tone. "Why, you like her?"
"I find her quite beautiful. Don't misunderstand me, you, too are most beautiful, but I've noticed that you have your eye on my brother Phillip."
"Your brother?" she questioned. "I thought he was American."
"He is, but to me, he's my brother. You see, Phillip came to this part of the island three years ago, with me. I'd been going to college near Hawaii, and after deciding I wanted to live once again with my people, I decided to quit school and do a bit of island hopping before returning home. I met Phillip on Maui. He was living in a valley with wild goats, no people. I found it interesting that an American could enjoy living off the land like he was doing."
"He sounds like quite the Bohemian. Please go on. This is becoming more interesting," she said.
"Well," Kapuna said, taking a breath, "we struck up an immediate friendship and traveled together for a month until I asked him if he'd enjoy living at the village with me. He said yes, my people took him in as one of their own, and the rest you can see for yourself."
"Does he speak the language well?" she asked. "Your language, that is."
"Yes, but Phillip doesn't speak much at all." Kapuna said.
"With the exception of this morning, I haven't seen him around," she said.
"He spends most of his time walking in the jungle or just sitting by the sea meditating," Kapuna told her. "But don't worry, you'll get a chance to meet him at the feast later on."
"I hope so," she said enthusiastically.
"But back to my original question. How attached is Shelly to the man she's with?" Kapuna asked.
"Believe me, Kapuna, she's not too attached to not be ink in you," Pam answered with a smile that stretched from side to side.
"That's most reassuring," he said. "'Thank you."
Kapuna excused himself and left her at the door, promising to see her later. Pam went inside the but and stood looking out a window at the bustle of activity in the village. People scurried about making preparations. The mouth-watering odor of cooking food floated on the air and a general feeling of excitement filled the surroundings.
A young boy came to the door of Pam's but and said, "You come now, Chief ready." Then he went to the other guest huts and summoned the others, and together they followed him to a large clearing at the edge of the village. All the villagers were assembled around the clearing. On a raised platform sat the chief and Kapuna. They stood when they saw the guests arriving. The chief motioned for them to join him, and they mounted the platform.
"You come now," the chief said, "we entertain you."
The chief clapped his hands and the festivities began. The first event was a race run by the young boys of the village. The people clapped and cheered, encouraging their favorite runner to victory. When it was over, the winner came and knelt before the chief, who put a crown of woven palm fronds on his head. The boy smiled broadly at the chief, looked self-consciously at the others, and got up to join the losers. Next, several wrestling matches took place, pitting together the biggest and strongest men of the village. Pam watched intently, her eyes closely following every move of-the superbly built, bronzed bodies and their display of brute masculine strength. Each winner of the wrestling exhibition came, as the winner of the race had done, and knelt before the chief to be crowned the victor. Each winner smiled and bowed to the guests and went to join the other villagers to watch the rest of the entertainment.
The beat of the drums began, their pounding rhythms spreading through the village, and into the clearing came a dozen or more of the island's loveliest young girls to perform the hip',-wiggling, graceful dance of the islands. As they moved in the rapid, undulating movements, Shelly turned to look at Kapuna. He was gazing at the young beauties, his eyes riveted to their swiveling hips as though he was hypnotized. Pete and Ted had the same looks on their faces.
The young girls finished, and in their places came an equal number of young men to entertain with the exciting fire dance. Each of them held lighted torches which they twirled dangerously above their heads, in front of them, behind them, and between their legs. Pam felt her breath catch several times as the flaming batons whirled faster and faster, narrowly missing the bare skin of the dancers. When they were through, she joined the others in a wild ovation to all participants.
As a finale to the entertainment, the young girls and young men united in another hip-wiggling, sensuous dance, accompanied by the hypnotic, ever-increasing rhythm of the drums.
As Pam watched their graceful, beautiful bodies come closer and closer together, she felt herself caught up in the excitement. She ran her tongue wetly across her lips and pressed her thighs tightly together. The beat of the drums penetrated her body, igniting a fire deep within her, and when the dancers finished their sensuous movements, she felt stimulated and aroused. She joined in the applause and found that her nipples were taut and tingling.
The chief got up and announced that the feast was ready. The villagers cheered and followed him to the place where the luau was spread. When Pam stood up she felt slightly dizzy and her crotch was hot and sticky. She took Pete's arm and together they followed the others to the feast.
What looked like acres of food was spread on the ground on long, colorful cloths. The chief sat down first, then Kapuna, then the guests who were seated near the chief. When they were seated, the rest of the islanders sat down and the feast began. Pam looked in amazement at the amount and' variety of food spread before her. Great slabs of meat, whole birds, exotic vegetables, bushels of fruit, and gallons of the native drink to wash it down with. She took a sip of the potent liquid and looked across at Shelly.
"Now this is the true Polynesian Passion, isn't it, Shelly?"
"You said it," Shelly replied, taking a long drink. "Makes me tingle all over."
"Me, too," Pam agreed, "And I'm already so turned on from the entertainment I can't stand it.
Her eyes turned and gazed at Kapuna, who was eyeing Shelly as he ate a piece of melon. She noticed the distraction in his eyes as he looked up smiling, waving one hand in a semi gesture. She turned to see Phillip walking slowly into the village, dressed in what seemed to be a robe of some kind. He nodded at everyone and immediately took his place next to Kapuna.
"I trust you've had a relaxing day, my friend," Kapuna said, placing his hand on Phillips shoulder.
"Quite, thank you. I was by the ruins earlier. Seems the little animals have turned them into a regular hotel. It's really beautiful."
Pam stared at Phillips expression, which was one of total peacefulness. He had a gentle face, good features, and an air about him that blended perfectly with the surroundings. He spoke in low tones to Kapuna for a moment, and then commenced to begin enjoying the feast.
Kapuna looked at Shelly, who was sitting across from him, and gazed deeply into her eyes. She felt her blood turn into liquid fire and pump wildly through her veins. "Is everything to your liking, Shelly?" he asked in his deep resonant voice, calling her by name for the first time.
She felt her brain whirl and answered somewhat shakily, never taking her eyes from his, "Yes, very much to my liking."
Ted and Pete were attended on either side by a shapely, gorgeous island beauty, who kept stuffing food in their mouths and offering them drinks while they giggled and chatted excitedly. They spoke little English, but Pete and Ted understood them perfectly.
The luau lasted for hours and when it finally began to slow down, the sun was already lowering in the western sky. Pam felt in a rare state of euphoria. The local drink has made her feel relaxed and happy, and she was full of the delicious food.
She gazed serenely at the beauty around her. A soft breeze blew gently through the trees, fragrant odors filled the air, music floated languidly about her, and in the distance she heard the lazy roll of the surf.
Couples began pairing off and walking away hand in hand. Kapuna looked at Shelly, and standing up, motioned for her to .follow. She got up and followed him as though she were in a trance. Turning briefly, she saw Ted and Pete, their arms around the young beauties who were still feeding them.
Pam shot a quick smile to Shelly as she walked off with the chief's son. She noticed that the chief and Phillip were engaged in conversation, laughing and drinking, while Phillip politely declined invitations from various island women. She felt her body tremble as she studied this unique individual, and thought to herself how enjoyable it would be to bed down with him. She looked at the activities Ted and Pete were involved in, smiling to herself, knowing some lucky villager would be getting the treat of her life getting fucked by either of the young men.
At that moment, Phillip excused himself and began walking towards the beach. Pam jumped up and spoke. "Excuse me Phillip, would you mind some company?"
"Not at all," he replied in a soft tone.
Pam and Phillip followed a fragrant, flower filled path that led from the village.
"I'll show you some of this beautiful island," he told her. "I'll give you a personal guided tour."
"I'd like that very much," she said, looking up at him and smiling. "Your island is beautiful, all right. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."
"Wakaui would be very pleased to hear you say that. I myself couldn't agree with you more," he said. "That's why I've chosen this place to live."
"My name is Pam," she said with a tone of anticipation. "We were never properly introduced."
"Well, Pam, now we can communicate on a more informal level," he said.
They walked along side by side; their bodies touching at times. Phillip pointed out places that were significant to him, and asked Pam personal questions about herself.
"What's your last name?" she inquired.
"Downey," he answered. "I'm not much for last names, and here they're totally unnecessary. But if you have to have one, that's mine. And yours?"
"Thompson. Pam Thompson. I guess I'm just used to being places where everyone is expected to know everyone's full name."
He took her hand as they strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand and wading ankle-deep in the low surf. They walked further and then he led her inland along a small path, heavy with low growth and lush vegetation. It was dusk, and the night was beautiful, once again filled with the sounds of the jungle inhabitants.
"There's nothing out here that can hurt us, is there?" she asked.
"No, just little creatures, beautiful birds and nature's wonders."
"You're a real nature freak, aren't you?" she asked, hoping that what she said would not be taken offensively.
"Yes, very much so," he replied. "It's all free, and I believe that it's the only honest thing there is."
"How long have you been away from the mainland?" she inquired.
"For nearly fifteen years," he said. "I left and traveled Europe for awhile, then island jumped for the remainder."
"Do you mind me asking how old you are?" she asked, looking at him questioningly.
"Not at all. I've just reached the magic number forty. But I think age is totally insignificant."
They continued their walk through the jungle, chatting, until they came upon a clearing surrounded by huge trees. Phillip walked over to a fallen tree and sat down. She studied his face as he surveyed the area, gazing up, and then down again. "Do you come here often?" she asked. "Sometimes," he said. "It's kind of sacred ground you might say. Most of the time I spend my days either helping out in the village or simply resting at my nest in the hills."
"I'd like to see your nest," she said, smiling at her usual coy manner.
"You may, if you'd like to. But first, I'd like to show you something." He got up, took her by the hand, and walked through the clearing to where a statue was placed. "If I didn't know better," she said, "I'd say that looks like a man's organ."
"It is," he replied. "It's a fertility rock. There are a few scattered in various sections of the island. They're stones which mark the ritual place of early Hawaiian women who made offerings to the rock to achieve fertility."
She looked at the stone carefully. It was at least six feet in length, and it was in the form of an erect penis and testicles. "God, can you imagine the size of the guy that could support that!"
"I take it you're very interested in cocks," he said.
"You could say that," she replied, gazing at the wondrous rock which stood before her.
"There's more to life than simply fucking, Pam. To truly experience sex to its fullest, you have to have an understanding of your own body."
"I know my body pretty well," she said laughingly.
"Show me," he said. "Sit on the rock and explore your body. I know that you're in the mood. I was observing you during the feast. You're a very sensuous woman and react sexually to the slightest motives." He motioned for her to straddle the giant penis, and after stripping, she reluctantly did as he instructed. "Don't let the fact that you're being observed bother you. Non-inhibition is the key. Just let your fantasies carry you away, just as if you were in the privacy of your own place."
As she mounted the stone, she felt the surge of cold rock beneath her. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, her ass and thighs clinging tightly to the massive circumference of the stone penis. She placed her feet on each of the round, stone testicles, giving herself the balance she needed as she leaned backwards. She placed one hand behind her, and with the other, played with the curly bush between her legs. She rubbed up and down the lips of her cunt, feeling the lips begin to react and swell to her caressing motions. She inserted both her thumb and forefinger in her slit, and contacting with her clit, rubbed it between them.
"Ooooooh, it does feel good," she moaned slightly.
Phillip sat on the ground to her right and slightly in front, enabling him to fully observe her every move. "Get into it," he told her. "Don't just masturbate, make real love to yourself. Take it slow and explore every inch of your body."
She inserted another finger into her juicy hole. With all three fingers she started fucking herself, slowly and sensuously. Her cunt began secreting fluid as her hand moved faster, causing her stomach to twitch involuntarily. Her tits heaved back and forth as her nipples became as hard as the stone upon which she sat. "Oh God," she whimpered, "I could almost come right now!"
"Don't think about coming," he said. "Just ride the feeling and do things to yourself you never dreamed of."
She sat upright, taking her sticky fingers from her steaming slit, and began massaging her tits. She rubbed the smooth flesh and grabbed the nipples between her fingers, pinching slightly. "Aaaaa!" she squealed. She massaged the sticky juice over her chest and onto her stomach. She found herself humping the stone statue while her hands explored the entirety of her flesh. She grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began kneading the mounds of soft flesh, all the while humping the huge erection.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw Phillip, cross-legged, watching intently as she was driven into ecstasy. He nodded and smiled, motioning for her to become more involved. She licked her lips as she inserted a finger into her cunt from behind, stirring the hot juice until it ran down the backs of her thighs.
"Jesus!" she cried, rubbing her other hand between the cheeks of her ass, the other hand still caressing her yearning pussy. She began moving up and down on the stone figure, then in circles, nearly grinding her breasts flat. The coldness of the stone made the sensations even more intense as her whole body became inflamed. Pam made noises that were totally unrecognizable and she realized that she was in a delirious state. She had never before felt such complete satisfaction during masturbation. It was actually as if she was being made love to.
Her voice came in low, husky tones now, "Phillip! Phillip! Please fuck me, please!" He looked at the pleading expression on her face and answered. "You don't understand, you are. being fucked, but by yourself." He reached over, and finding a smooth, rounded piece of wood, stood up and handed it to her. "Here," he said. "Use your imagination with this."
She took the instrument and slowly placed it against her awaiting cunt lips, pushing it ever so cautiously into her undulating orifice. She grunted like an animal as she pushed it in, then retracted it and repeated the procedure. "I'm going to come!" she cried out, pumping faster and faster with the object she held tightly in her grasp.
"Then stop doing that and do something else," he answered. "The best orgasms come when you postpone one or two. Let your desires continue to build, then slowly get into something else, then when you finally reach the ultimate climax, you'll lose all sanity."
She released the sticky hunk of wood and it fell to the ground. She sat there for a minute, holding back with all she had, doing her best not to come. Her body shook and trembled as she waited momentarily for the urge to subside.
"Play with it, Pam. Play with your pussy," he instructed.
She sat up again and put her hand between her thighs, once again stroking the thick growth of hair. Her fingers out-lined the lips and length of the slit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred it around making a squish sound. She let her finger lay on her clit, massaging it, thrusting her hips back and forth until her throbbing hole sucked furiously at her finger. She moaned softly and writhed under the motions of her caresses.
"Tell me how it feels," Phillip said.
"Ummmmm, it feels so good!" she sighed. "It's so hot and sticky, and now I'm adding ... another ... finger ... ummmmm."
She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ooooooh, it's getting better and better. So hot, oooh, so hot." She thought of Pete and wished he were there pushing his big hard cock in and out of her cunt till it exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions, until so much juice ran from. her soaking cunt and saturated her thighs.
Phillip spoke in a very gentle tone. "Lay on your back and bring one leg up till your heel touches your ass." He was on his feet now, unclothed, standing just a few feet from her.
She braced herself as she turned over, maneuvering into the different position. With one leg draped over the side of the stone image, she raised the other, spreading widely until her foot was resting below her butt. She lay there, staring at Phillip, who was now standing directly in front of her. The angle of the monument was just enough for her to lay comfortably, and it afforded Phillip the perfect viewing position.
"Now, stick your finger up your, ass," he instructed.
Up to this point he hadn't been wrong, so without hesitation she did as he suggested. The crack of her ass was so wet and sticky, it wasn't at all difficult to lubricate her asshole. Running her fingers in the moist sauce, she carefully inserted her forefinger into the opening. At first, the muscles resisted, but with constant flowing motions, they began to relax. A strange sensation went through her body as she continued to run her finger in and out of her ass. This was one thing she had never done, nor ever thought of doing. She would have felt perverse, but under the circumstances, the only thing that mattered was the satisfying of the flesh.
He reached up, and taking her thumb in his fingers, placed it on the eager lips of her snatch. Immediately, she buried it as deeply as it would go, caressing the inner walls of the torrid interior. She removed her finger from her ass, and replaced it with her middle finger, while she reinserted both forefinger and thumb into her pulsating vagina. Her hips whirled from side to side and up and down as her fingers pressed against the insides of her body.
Pam was so totally aroused she couldn't utter anything other than grunting and groaning sounds. She took her free hand and began massaging her breasts; first one, then the other, until she was squeezing them with animal lust. She bent her head forward while lifting a breast to her mouth, licking the erect nipple. Tingles of electricity ran through her as she bit and chewed at it. Her entire body was on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Dropping her head back, she began grabbing at her legs, stomach and any other part of her body she could come into contact with. Blurry eyed, she noticed Phillip standing before her, stroking his cock, not once taking his eyes from the activities which she was engaged in. She could barely make him out but the sight of him jacking off intensified her emotions. She lay there, tongue hanging out of her mouth, with her legs drawn up. The sounds of her finger-fucking filled the clearing, as she stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Aaaah! aaaaah! Yeees, I ... can't ... hold ... back anymore!" she blurted out. Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrust of her fingers. Her orgasm broke like an earthquake, causing her entire body. to go into convulsions as she shuddered with immense pleasure. She moaned ,and shook wildly as she came. Her fingers probing and pushing in the slick hole. Slowly, slowly her climax ended, and she lay still, panting and sighing.
Totally exhausted, Pam slid from the stone figure and fell to the soft grass beneath. She looked up at Phillip who was smiling down to her. "Did you find it interesting?" he asked.
"I've never experienced anything quite like it," she sighed, her lower lip trembling slightly.
He extended his arm, offering his hand to help her to her feet. She took it and slowly stumbled to an upright position, her knees shaking. "I still feel a bit unsure of myself," she said.
"No rush, take your time and catch your breath. What you just went through was simply an example of getting acquainted with yourself. Now, I'd like to show you yet another path to sexual fulfillment."
Pam gave a slight giggle and said,. "That experience was like a fertility sacrifice. 'I hope the Gods were appeased."
"I don't think they'll be offended," he said, "I can't think of a nicer offering than the one you just presented."
She picked up her clothes and threw him his robe, then they proceeded to walk through the clearing to a path which appeared to be a well beaten one. Nude, they walked hand in hand, clothing draped over their shoulders. The entire affair had been such a unique and different one, she hadn't even taken the time to study in depth the man who was escorting her on this mysterious journey.
As they reached the path Phillip took up the lead, as it was quite narrow and heavy with underbrush. She watched as he walked ahead, his tall, lean body striding along at a slow but even pace. He was well built, not particularly muscular, but in good shape. She noticed that he definitely carried himself well, and there was something about him that assured her that he knew his way around the female body. He appeared quite free, totally uninhibited and tremendously peaceful.
He didn't speak as they continued down the path, maneuvering around rocks, trees and small streams. When they came to a steep place, he put both hands about her waist to help her down. She stumbled and fell heavily against him, feeling his muscles tense against her. She looked up into his face and saw him gazing at her body. She smiled and returned the gaze, starting with his eyes and moving slowly downward. He had a beautiful physique, trim and tanned. Her hands stole down his sides as she softly kneaded at his skin.
They stood there smiling at each other for a few moments, then he spoke to her. "Come on. I want to show you the most beautiful place of all. My favorite spot on the island."
Pam heard the loud rush of water as they continued down the path. There was another bank that Phillip helped her down, caressing her soft flesh as he held her firmly under the arms. She moved close to him, their naked bodies pressing against one another. He bent his head and kissed her passionately, his tongue tracing her lips, then probing within her mouth. She sighed as their tongues intertwined, their mouths sucking gently. He rubbed his fingers through her hair and held her head between his hands, kissing her more passionately than before.
When their lips parted, he tenderly kissed her nose and smiled. "You are truly a beautiful girl," he said sincerely. "One of the most beautiful I've ever seen:"
She hugged him and kissed his chest, entranced by the cool night air and the melodic sound of the rushing water. He took her by the hand and led her a bit further until they came to a small clearing.
"Here it is," he said. "What do you think?"
She looked about her. From far over their heads a waterfall cascaded down over a wide bed of huge boulders in a white, frothy torrent to a blue, crystal-clear pool below.
"Oh, Phillip. It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "It's breathtaking!"
"I come here often," he told her. "This has always remained my favorite place. I like to come here to think and just to be alone."
"But not always alone," Pam said, thinking what a romantic spot it was.
"No, not all the time," he replied. "I've made love to a few women here."
"Tell me about them," she said, moving closer to him, letting her body come into contact with his.
"Not too interesting. Enjoyable experiences, but I'm afraid they don't make very .good stories," he said.
They sat for a while, listening to the water as it followed its path over the maze of rocks. The evening air was clean and fresh, the soft, warm breeze blowing at their nude bodies. Phillip rested on the soft ground covering and gazed up at the millions of stars. Pam studied his face in the moonlight, pleased that she was here with him.
"So this is your nest?" she said. "A fine nest for a bird of paradise."
He smiled and said, "I enjoy being free as a bird."
"Please tell me about the girls, you've balled up here," she asked again.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," he said. "As I said. Just a nice place to do nice things at."
"I'll bet you really know how to do nice things, too," she said, rubbing her hand along his face.
"I do my best," he replied, kissing her hand as it rubbed across his mouth.
His hand stole to the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading softly. "And how about you, Miss Pam?" he said, pulling her close to him. "Do you like doing nice things?"
"I love doing nice things," she answered, smiling broadly at his grinning face. "Especially with a beautiful guy like yourself."
He poked her in the ribs and began to tickle her up and down her side. She retaliated by pinching his ass.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "There's the devil in you, I know there is."
They both started laughing, rolling on the soft leaves and grass. Phil pointed to the reflection which the moon made on the still ocean. "Looks like a pathway to nowhere," she replied, gazing, almost transfixed.
"Yeah," he added, "The opposite of a highway to happiness."
She stared at him momentarily, then cracked a broad smile and placed her hand on his. face, rubbing it softly. She bent over and kissed his neck.
"You see that fruit hanging from that bush to the left?" he said. "Pick it and hand it to me."
She rolled to her left and grabbed one of the pear-shaped objects, then handed it to Phillip. "You going to eat it?" she inquired.
"Hope. This is a very unique type of fruit. There's something about it that does wonders .during sex. Besides being a great lubricant, when you breathe on it, the hot breath makes it get warm. It tingles the skin. Rather erotic, wouldn't you say?"
"I heard Shelly talking about something she used in the states once, I think she called it Emotion Lotion." She thought for a moment then continued, "Yeah, that's the stuff. She said it was really great!"
"If it's anything like this, it is great stuff," he said.
She tore the fruit open and let some of the sticky pulp drip onto her arm. She breathed on it and smiled, saying, "It works, or else I'm so stoned I'm imagining everything."
Phillip leaned up and kissed her shoulder, her neck, and then her lips. He let his arm encircle her waist and tilted her body towards his. She let her breath sigh into his mouth and he moaned softly as he pulled her closer. She shivered as he cradled her in his arms, kissing her warm, ripe lips until she was crazy with desire. She put one hand up along the back of his neck and rubbed' and ran her fingers through his hair. Her other hand traced a pattern along his shoulder, his bicep, and forearm.
His right hand began to move over her body, exploring her voluptuous curves. He caressed her soft, smooth skin, and his erection became full grown and demanding.
"Take your hair out of the pony-tail," she whispered. "I want to feel your hair on my body."
With one quick motion, his hand unfastened the leather tie which held his hair in place. He leaned his head forward slightly and shook it, his hair coming forward, hanging well over his shoulders.
"I've never made it with a guy with such long hair," she said. "In a way it feels kind of weird, but very sexy."
Pam could see translucent images floating about in the area around where they lay. "God, I feel wonderful," she exclaimed. "I hope this feeling never ends."
He grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her to him, kissing her with a passion unlike anything she had ever felt. While they kissed, their tongues moved slowly and sensuously, first tracing the pattern of lice, then stroking at each other's surfaces.
His hand moved to her breast and he groaned slightly as he rubbed the cool flesh, massaging its contour. She began kissing more wildly as he fondled her tits. Cupping a breast in one hand, he lowered his head and began tracing the nipple with his tongue, while his other hand was busy caressing her other breast. He chewed gently and she squealed with delight, her body twitching with each nibble. He placed his hands to the outside of her tits and pushed them inward, burying his face in their fullness, licking and sucking until he was so hot he was panting. The thumbs and index fingers of his hands found their mark on the bull's-eye of her big breasts, manipulating them in small circular patterns. She groaned loudly as her lust grew with intensity.
Phillip dropped one hand and began following the curves of her body downward towards her crotch. His hand went between them, rubbing her stomach as the fingertips felt her ridge of pubic hair. She allowed her upper leg to slide back slightly as he put his hand to her blonde bush, stroking the silky mass. She sighed and laid back on his arm, kissing and biting at his neck. As he rubbed her pussy he felt his hard prick bursting under the pressure, and his heart pounded more wildly than ever.
His fingers stroked the lips of her cunt, moving up and down, outlining the opening. He felt a trail of slippery liquid begin to moisten her snatch, and he parted the lips, letting his middle finger probe just inside. The flesh was fiery hot and slick. He stuck his finger further, and the flesh closed around it and sucked it in.
Pam moaned and kissed him harder when his finger penetrated deeper into her cunt. Her hands played over his body, rubbing and stroking.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed blissfully as her cunt sucked tightly on his finger. He pushed it in and out in slow strokes. She reached and felt for his hard-on.
As she touched his rigid dong he pulled her closer, rubbing his body against hers, his hard cock stabbing at her body. She reached out and took it in her hand and stroked the length of the shaft. It was fiery hot and throbbed against her palm and fingers.
He sucked in his breath and groaned while she stroked it. She jacked it forward and a stream of sticky juice oozed from the tip. She massaged the juice over the smooth skin of the knob. They lay there, kissing and masturbating each other, their tongues licking at each other's face.
He rolled back and pulled her on tog of him, his hands moving to her ass, kneading the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks and rubbed their insides, letting his fingers occasionally slip to her pussy, returning with slippery sauce. She placed her hands on his hips and began stroking along his sides and chest. She wiggled from side to side and ground her hips into his crotch, feeling his stiff prick jerking against her belly. She spread her legs widely as his hands rubbed frantically over her can't, ass, and the rear of her thighs. Her entire lower portion was wet and sticky from hot juice which Phillip was massaging into her flesh.
They rotated their chests in opposite directions, her tits grinding into his. He licked her mouth, her neck, and tongued a trail to her ear. He out-lined her inner ear, then buried his tongue as far as it would go. She jerked spasmodically as chills ran down her spine. He ran his hands up either side of her spine, his fingers massaging in circular motions as he undulated beneath her.
"Have you ever taken a ride on the Chocolate Speedway?" he asked, his voice so low she could barely hear him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered.
"I want to butt-fuck you, Pam."
"Will it hurt? Ooh ... I don't care if it does. Yes, please do it!" she pleaded.
Phillip slid out from under her and positioned himself so that his thighs were resting on the backs of hers. "Just relax," he told her.
"I've never been so relaxed in all my life," she replied, moaning as his hands began rubbing her back. She felt as if she were floating in space, completely weightless. She couldn't believe the strange sensations she was experiencing-the most delightful ones she'd ever encountered.
His hands kneaded at the backs of her thighs, her inner thighs, and her ass. She could feel his hot pole rubbing against her skin, stroking ever so slowly. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it from her sticky pussy to her asshole, spreading the liquid up and down the back of her ass. He separated her cheeks with his palms and lowered himself until his erection was in line with her hole.
Slowly, he pushed forward, then retracted. He repeated the procedure until the head of his cock was embedded. "Aaaaaah!" she grunted at the initial penetration. He backed off momentarily and repositioned his hands until he was holding her hip bones from underneath, then pulled her towards him as he descended into her depths. They both made noises like wild animals, the inner muscles of her ass giving way to his pleasure stick. He began pumping slowly as she moaned with each stroke.
Lifting himself slightly he pulled her legs to the sides, spreading them as wide as possible, cocking his knees behind hers. He placed his hands to either side of his pumping organ, cupping a cheek in each palm, squeezing as he stroked in and out.
"Sweet Jesus!" he cried. "Oh, God; does this feel good!"
She began arching her rear to meet his thrusts, the juice from her snatch now pouring from the torrid hole. "My God, I've come," she mumbled, still arching frantically and rotating her hips. His cock retreated from her ass and began grinding between her buns, then slipped through the back door and into her waiting can't. The fat, swollen lips engulfed his penis like a vacuum cleaner, slurping and sloshing as he jabbed and thrashed in the inflamed flesh. He inserted his thumb into her anus as his prick jack-hammered into her vagina.
She attempted to speak but could only garble unidentifiable words. His hands were now all over her body, massaging and caressing every inch. She moaned and thrashed about muttering under her breath, the undulating sound of prick and can't seemingly echoing through the night.
Once again he withdrew his hard shaft, this time reaching underneath her pelvis and raising her rear to meet his face. She arched to her knees slightly and he rested on his elbows, lancing out at her snatch with his tongue. She yelped as he began eating her from behind, his lips and her caressing one another, juice and saliva mixing in a torrent of pleasure. He licked and ate savagely, his tongue probing deeply, fondling her inner walls. His tongue flicked from asshole to cunt and back again, as she writhed with ecstatic delight.
Phillip leaned forward, his chest pushing against her ass, causing her to lay flat. He crawled on top of her and rammed his pud back up the dirt road, his other hand leaching around and grabbing at her pussy. He held her and rolled to his side, remaining coupled, grabbing a firm breast and squeezing. She turned her head and kissed him passionately, nearly trying to eat his tongue. He released her tit and reached for the half-torn piece of fruit which was lying nearby. Scraping some of the juicy pulp from its skin, he lubricated his prick and the crack of her ass. Then he spread the remainder of the fruit's contents over her tits, stomach, thighs, and crotch. She gasped as he breathed on her sensitive nipples, the heat generated from the pulp causing her breasts to heave as her nipples became so hard she felt like they might explode at any minute.
Holding her by the waist he rolled onto his back and took a breast in each hand, his legs spread around hers, holding her in a locking position as he continued thrusting into her ass. He moved his head slightly, taking a nipple in his mouth, allowing his hand to explore her steaming slit: Pam couldn't believe this was really happening: Cock in her ass, hand in her cunt, tit in his mouth, while the other tit was being fondled.
"Ooooooh, Pam," he sighed. "This feels sooo good."
"Phillip, I want you in me again. Please, now," she moaned, trembling with desire.
He pulled out and got to his feet. "Put your legs around my waist," he said. She obeyed instantly, and wrapped her long, gorgeous limbs about his waist. While she put her arms around his neck he supported her with one hand, and with the other he reached around and guided his cock to the lips of her waiting cunt. She felt the head of it touch against her box and she relaxed, the lips opening up as she lowered herself, taking the head into her with a slurp.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Phillip moaned happily at the first contact of his prick with her bush. He hunched his hips while she lowered herself and it slid slowly into the cozy, hot, juicy hole all the way to his balls.
"Oooooooh, Phillip, it's good. It's so very good!" she cried, while the slick, throbbing walls of her cunt closed tightly around his stiff prick.
"Oh, God, yes! So good!" she sighed, ecstatic at having Phillip in her.
Their arms wound tightly around each other and their mouths came together hot and moist, their tongues twined and curled passionately.
Pam's hands played all over his hard body while his hands supported her by the cheeks of her ass. He raised and lowered her on his shaft, feeling a glow spread all over his body as the slippery sheath of her snatch slid over the sensitive flesh of his cock.
He began to walk around and each step he took was an intensely blissful thrill for both of them. Each of his movements made his prick stir, jab and wiggle in her slippery pie.
Walking towards the crystal pool at the foot of the waterfall, he told her, "I'm going in. I want to fuck you in the water."
Pam, delirious, said, "Fuck me anywhere, sweetheart. Just fuck me!"
Phillip cautiously descended the bank holding Pam tightly to him so they wouldn't uncouple. He walked into the water and it almost sizzled at the contact of their hot bodies. The water got deeper, covering their connected organs, and its force pushed them even closer.
"I love to fuck in the water," Phillip said, giving her several hard strokes.
She made an animal sound and grabbed him tightly, bouncing up and down on his prick, she screamed, "It's driving me crazy! Oooooooh!"
He leaned her back slightly in the water, and while he held her he gave it to her in long, slow strokes.
"Oooooh, aaaaah, uuuuuum!" she chanted as his fuck-stick cruised in and out, stroking the sensitive walls of her cunt. Her pussy responded by squeezing and massaging his hot meat and oozing slippery juice all over it.
He lay back, floating while Pam kept straddling his body, never letting his prick out of her for an instant. They swam, played and floated like two coupled fish, their organs growing hotter by the minute.
"Pam, I think I'm going to shoot my wad soon," Phillip groaned, pushing it into the depths of her throbbing snatch.
"Me, too," she sighed. "Any time now ... ooooooh, ooooooh, OOH!" she cried out in rhythm with the thrusts of his prick.
He got into shallower water to finish it, his feet planted firmly on the bottom, Pam still with her legs around his waist, riding his cock. He began to hunch faster and faster, his hips driving his hot cylinder deep and hard.
They were like two wild things, grunting and moaning, fondling and rubbing, their orgasms imminent. Beneath the surface of the water, the sounds of their working organs could be heard, sucking, squishy sounds as prick plowed in and out of cunt in an ever-faster motion.
Pam felt his pelvis vibrate and darts of bliss began shooting through her. Her nipples tingled and she sucked harder on Phillip's tongue.
"I'm gonna come!" she wailed. ,I'm gonna come ... darling ... you're ... making ... me....COME! OOOOOOH!"
He felt the whole sheath of her cunt grip and pull at this pounding cock, manipulating it like a hungry, sucking mouth and his balls tingled as the head of his meat throbbed and swelled.
"Now? NOW!" he cried. His jizm blasted out of his prick propelling him into indescribable bliss. It spurted out the end of his fucking joint and splattered deep into Pam's coming snatch. Their bodies were a blur of motion while they abandoned themselves completely to the ecstasy of their mutual climaxes.
Their loads blended together, flooding her cunt, washing over his cock like a hot shower. He kept hunching until his climax subsided while her pussy kept squeezing, milking all his nectar out of him.
They finally uncoupled and swam around the pool, luxuriating in its refreshing coolness. It was a twilight atmosphere, and as Pam looked around, she could see why this particular spot was Phil's paradise location for retreat.
Phil swam to the shallow side and climbed out of the water, sitting on the bank, his feet dangling knee-deep in the crystal pool.
Pam swam to him, mooring herself between his legs, resting her arms on his thighs as she floated.
"Why don't you be a nice girl and whip a little skull on me?" he said, looking hungrily at her luscious lips. She smiled up at him and then took his limp dong in her hands, fondling until his erection began to return.
"Wait a minute," he requested, pulling himself to his feet and walking to the edge of the small clearing. He reached to a growth of vegetation and plucked another piece of the stimulation fruit. He relocated himself in his original position and she once again began to massage his prick. Phillip tore open the fruit and let its juicy pulp pour over her hands and his now fully aroused muscle.
"Is this stuff edible?" she inquired.
"Totally non-toxic," he replied. "And besides that, it really has a quite unusual and delicious taste."
She spread the thick juice over his rigid prick, stroking and massaging it over the entirety of his crotch. He sighed and moaned softly, leaning his head back and propping himself up with his arms outstretched behind him. He gazed up at the stars, feeling the light breeze blow over his face and through his hair.
He sighed heavily as Pam's hot breath came into contact with the head of his cock, the juice making his pecker feel as if it had been stuck inside a tub of hot water. Cupping his balls with one hand and holding the base of his shaft with the other, she went down on his cock, her mouth enclosing it like a warm glove. Her tongue played around his pole, all the while her mouth sucking and caressing. She realized that she was able to get the majority of his cock in her mouth, without stretching or feeling uncomfortable. As his throbbing prick jerked within the confines of her mouth, Pam was enjoying fully the sensations of mass penile engulfment. She closed her jaws about his prick gently and began gnawing at the flesh of his pole. The juice tasted good to her, and she sucked more feverishly until she was drooling from the sides of her mouth. The mixture of sloppy juice and saliva ran over her hands, down over his nuts, and over his thighs and ass.
He lay there smiling with eyes closed; lost in outer space.
"Jesus!" he remarked. "You really know your stuff."
His enthusiastic approval of her sexual technique caused her to lose herself even more, becoming fully engrossed in satisfying his pleasures.
He squirmed under her touch, rotating his hips in circular motions as she continued to bob up and down on his hot, tingling stick.
"Oooooh, do I love getting head!" he exclaimed. "You give the best blow-job I've ever experienced."
Pam moved her tongue up his slippery prick and began nibbling and biting his knob. Her tongue flicked and encircled it, tracing the outlining ridge of the bell-shaped bulb.
She squeezed his balls and he let out a groan, his hips now thrusting to meet her advances. He leaned forward and grasped a tit in each hand, pushing them together and pulling them towards his valley of deep desire.
She released her grip and repositioned her hands to the sides of his thighs, caressing his flesh. He rubbed her breasts against his crotch, letting his prick sink between the two ripe mounds. She licked at the head of his cock as it popped up between her breasts, then disappeared within the lubricated flesh.
Her hands moved along his sides, squeezing at his ass and massaging down the length of his thighs to his knees. He bent his head forward and breathed heavily on her breasts and his own throbbing meat. Immediately the pulp of the fruit went to work, sending hot, tingling sensations through both of them. He squeezed her nipples as his remaining fingers worked on the soft flesh of her tits. She began writhing under his caresses.
He released her breasts and held her head firmly between his hands, pushing it down to meet head-on with his waiting oint. She once again clasped his shaft with her hands, squeezing and folding as his hands maneuvered her head up and down, and from side to side.
Phillip uncoupled her head from his cock and reached down grabbing her underneath the arms, pulling her on top of him as he let himself fall back on the soft grass.
He kissed her like a savage animal, his hands kneading deeply into the flesh of her back and ass. His hands stroked her entire backside as they squirmed, rotated, and ground themselves into one another.
Phillip rolled on top of her, straddling her chest. He grabbed his cock in his hand and placed it to her lips. As her lips opened to greet his welcomed organ, he leaned forward, letting it slide down her tongue and jerk on the roof of her mouth. He hunched back and forth, rotating his hips as his hot. meat stroked in and out from between her red lips.
"I really want to fuck you in the face!" he told her. She gazed up at him, glassy-eyed, as he moved forward slightly, getting a good grip on either side of her head. He began moving in slow, steady strokes. The circular motions of his ass pressing against her breasts sent chills of pleasure through Pam, and she responded by kneading the flesh of his ass while he continued. on his way towards his orgasm.
His in and out thrusts became more rapid and he groaned as he hunched wildly. She inserted a finger in his anus and he let out a grunt, shoving his prick all the way in to his balls. She felt his cock ride to the back of her throat and she thought she was going to gag.
He pumped like a madman, holding her head steady while his body vibrated and jerked: "Aaaaaah!" he groaned, and she felt a spurt of hot juice collide with the back of her throat. Phillip retracted his pulsating member and spun himself around until his face was directly above her hairy bush. His hands rubbed the length of her body as he buried his mouth deep within her crotch. She pulled his hips towards her, grasping his cock and shoving it in her mouth. They were both fiery-hot as they lay there, sucking and eating at each other.
They worked like two see-saws, in rhythm with each other, then in opposite rhythm. They worked faces against organs until they were moving at a feverish tempo, her working hard on his red-hot prick, while he chewed, licked and devoured her cunt. Their hands massaged juice and saliva into the other's flesh, while their bodies wiggled in constant motion.
Phillip was working himself into a double climax, the first one having been quickly subsided before prematurely shooting. Pam was moaning loudly as her snatch poured a constant stream of sticky cream. Their bodies tensed almost simultaneously as they neared mutual orgasm.
"Aaaaaah, aaaaah, aaooooh!" she cried out, gripping. and scratching his backside. "Baby, baby, baby. Eat it all! Please, eat it all!" She squeezed his muscle as she met his deeper thrusts with a wanton lust.
Phillip hunched and pulled Pam's ass upward, his come gushing from his meat like a fire hose. His ejaculation made her come instantly. bathing his face with frothy syrup. They milked each other in a slow, rhythmic motion. their bodies overcome with a trembling feeling of electric current.
He sucked at her clit as spasms ran through her legs, causing her to lurch forward from the waist down. His hips made a final thrust, plunging his cock into the cavern of her face. Their separate loads traveled down their throats, each of them moaning with total satisfaction. Lying in the afterglow, they kissed and caressed, their tongues cleaning and lapping at the sticky jizm which had saturated both of them.
She bit his ass gently, kissed it tenderly. "You have a beautiful ass," she said. "I've never been a fancier of men's asses, but I love yours."
"I find yours extremely pleasurable as well," he answered, giving her a lick from asshole to snatch. She giggled as he blew a breath into her slippery hole.
Phil brought himself around and lay beside her, holding her closely and kissing her ever so gently. "Ummmmm," she sigh "This has truly been a most unique and enjoyable a evening."
"I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did," he said.
"At least, if not more," she replied, licking his face and ear.
"What's say we go back to the village and see if there's any food and drink left " he said. "I've really worked up quite an appetite."
"Me, too," she added. "You know something lover-boy?"
"No, what."
"I'm going to have the best sleep of my life tonight," she said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. "I feel like I've been reborn."
They got up off the ground .and threw their clothes on. They looked at each other as they staggered around, obviously weak-kneed. Phil laughed as he tripped and fell to the grass. They rolled around laughing and giggling for several minutes, then once, again got to their feet and started on their journey back to the village.
He pulled her close as they walked, hugging her and running his hand up and down her arm. They walked the remainder of the way without speaking. until they finally reached the outskirts of the village. A few villagers were still dancing about, drinking and singing. The remains of the luau were spread about, large amounts of food still unconsumed.
Phillip and Pam seated themselves beneath a palm and began picking at the left-ovens, pouring themselves another shell of Polynesian liquid. They smiled at each other and chatted quietly, involved in one another and totally unaware of the activity around them.
"I really had a wonderful evening, Phil," she said.
"So did I, babe " he replied. "I'd like to spend more time with you before you all leave, but I may have to take off early tomorrow on a little errand."
"What sort of errand?" she asked.
"Occasionally I take small side trips into the jungle and along the coast in search of new food sources and good fishing locations."
"Do you have to leave tomorrow?"
"I don't know yet," he said. "Kapuna will undoubtedly let me know when I should leave, and until he does, I won't know when I'm leaving."
"I'm really disappointed," she added. "I really hoped we could spend the day together. I hope they wait a day or two before sending you."
They sat quietly, gazing at each other dreamily.
CHAPTER 9
After the luau, Ted and Pete were taken by the hand and led away by the two young Polynesian beauties who had attended them during the feast. They spoke very little English, but their motives were very clear. They went to a secluded beach quite a distance from the village and told Ted and Pete they wanted to go swimming.
"All right," Pete said, "I'd love to go swimming. Let's get undressed."
They understood most of his words and began to giggle. Pete pulled off his shirt and shoes and when he began to unfasten his belt, they covered their eyes, but continued watching through their fingers. He unzipped his pants and pulled them off, putting them on the sand. The girls uncovered their eyes and stared at his muscular, hairy body. Through the thin material of his shorts they could see the outline of his big prick and the thick forest of his black, curly hair.
The girl he was with walked over and stood directly before him, all pretense of modesty gone from her face. Desire shone in her eyes and she unfastened the brightly-colored, flowered sarong she was wearing and let it fall, revealing a beautiful, tan-skinned body with huge tits, tiny waist, flaring hips, and long, shapely legs. Underneath her sarong she wore only a thin pair of panties. She took a few steps toward Pete and put her hands to the sides of his shorts and at the same time he reached for her panties and they pulled each other's down.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened when she saw Pete's prick. It was getting hard and she watched while it thickened and lengthened, growing to its fullest and standing up, swollen and palpitating. Her hand reached out and took his big balls in her palm and lifted them, letting her thumb trace over their oval contours. He reached for her black bush and began stroking it.
Ted and his girl had come out of their clothes and were inspecting each other's jewels, fondling and stroking them.
"We swim now?" Pete's girl asked, holding onto his prick.
"We fuck now," Pete told her. "Understand? I want to fuck you." He pointed to his cock and then to her cunt. "I want to put this in there."
"Yes, I know," she answered. "Swim first, then fuck. Okay?"
"Okay, we swim first," Pete replied and took her by the hand. Together they walked to the surf and waded in.
She was like a fish, her lovely body meeting the waves gliding over them and slicing through the water to meet the next one. Pete tried to catch her but she was always about a body length ahead of him.
Ted and his girl stayed in shallow water, standing close together, their wet bodies touching intimately. Ted cupped her firm, round breasts in his hands and kissed her while he massaged their smooth softness. She reached down and stroked his hard, hot meat.
Pete's girl finally turned and headed back toward him. He tried to grab her but her wet body slipped from his grasp and she laughed and swam faster, Pete taking off in hot pursuit. She reached shallow water and stood up and started running across the hard-packed sand.
"Damn you!" Pete screamed. "Come back here!"
She looked over her shoulder and laughed again and ran down the beach.
"You catch!" she called, her voluptuous, desirable young body undulating maddeningly.
"I'll catch you all right " Pete said under his breath, "and when I do I'm gonna give you a fuck you won't soon forget."
He ran faster, his hard prick flapping like a flag in the wind, his balls swinging to-and-fro like a runaway pendulum. He got closer to her, making a flying leap, and tackled her. They went sprawling on the sand, laughing and rolling over and over. Their wet bodies pressed close together and she felt his stiff cock jabbing repeatedly at her. He rubbed himself against her and let his hands explore while they kissed. She shivered with the thrill of the delightful tickle his hairy body made against her.
She stopped kissing suddenly and said, "We go now?"
"Go?" he echoed, surprised. "Baby, you've got to be kidding."
"Yes, go to home. Sand no good," she said.
Pete smiled and said, "Oh, I get you, doll. You want to fuck at home where we'll be more comfortable?"
She reached down and squeezed his throbbing prick and said, "Yes, yes. Fuck. I want fuck. On bed."
"Then you've got it, baby " he said and reached down and pulled her up.
They walked back to where their clothes lay and dressed hurriedly. At the edge of the surf Ted and his girl were still kissing and playing with each other.
By the time Pete and his girl reached the village it was almost night. She led him to her but and once inside they were out of their clothes, and in an instant were on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs. They kissed and felt each other until their bodies were on fire with passion. He reached down and felt her cunt and found it to be oozing slippery juice. He stuck a finger inside her and it was so hot it almost sizzled. Her clit was hard and throbbing. He gave her several in and out strokes with his finger. Her pussy squeezed and pulled, making sucking noises. While he finger-fucked her, she stroked his hard cock, jacking the foreskin back and forth over the sensitive knob.
"Baby, let's fuck," he groaned and crawled between her legs.
She sighed and drew her knees far up and spread her cunt wide. She reached down and took his pulsating prick in her hand and placed it against her twitching, juicy pussy.
"Big," she whispered. "You big man."
Pete gave a gentle shove. The head went in with a slurp. "Ummmmm!" he groaned. He pushed and gave her several more inches of hot, throbbing root.
"Aaaaah! Good!" she sighed, putting her legs around him. She pulled his head to her in a hot kiss and he shoved it all the way to his nuts. A grateful moan escaped her lips when she felt it penetrate deep into her, long and thick, hot and throbbing.
He began to undulate while they kissed, their hands all over one another, their working organs making a loud, slurping sound. She began to come almost at once, her hot juicy snatch squeezing and kneading his cock.
She was like a bucking horse under him. She writhed and twisted and pushed her hips up to meet his long thrusts. She cocked her feet on the sides of his hips, spread as far as she could, as her hands, massaged either side of his joint, caressing his groin. She bit and scratched and whimpered, the fury of her orgasm wild and violent, her cunt a spasm of movement. Pete held back and let her ride it out. No sooner than it subsided slightly she began another one as intense as the first. He let go, hunching like a wild rabbit, and his big prick reared up deep in her. His hot, thick, creamy load splattered against the walls of her cunt mixing with her come. Their slippery orgasm played a beautiful melody while they rode out the crest of their orgasms.
During this time, Ted and his girl were fucking furiously on the white sand. Ted had once again displayed his cunt-sucking technique, much to the pleasure of his companion. They rolled and twisted, their bodies sometimes so close to the shore that small waves lapped up against them. The Polynesian beauty screamed and wiggled as Ted thrusted with long, deep movements. She scratched his back violently as her come shot from her snatch, drenching his inner thighs, cock and balls.
Ted allowed a partial climax of his own to fire into her torrid interior, then with one quick motion, pulled his cock out and leaned forward, shoving it into her mouth. He pumped madly as his cock was being devoured, his load oozing in streams and filling her mouth till it ran out the sides, dripping down her chin and onto her chest.
She clutched at his shaft and stroked it, allowing every drop to run down her throat. When they were both spent, they collapsed on the sand, gasping for breath. She moved close to him and he clutched her tightly. They lay there staring up at the stars listening to the rolling surf.
While the boys had been getting their rocks off, Shelly and Kapuna had retired to his hut, drinking and chattering. She found him to be a gorgeous specimen, and the attraction was mutual.
Shelly was lying back, daydreaming peacefully of sunsets and beaches and warm surf, when a movement aroused her attention. Kapitna was standing there smiling at her. She held up her arms to him and he blew out the light and climbed onto the bed with her. He kissed her stomach and unzipping her shorts, pulled them down and buried his face in her snatch. He pulled the shorts down over her legs and threw them on the floor. She drew up her legs and his tongue snaked along the inside of her thighs until her while body tingled with pleasure. It slithered all around her pussy, teasing her and setting her on fire. After awhile he clamped his mouth over the hole and speared his tongue against her clit.
"God, Kapuna!" she exclaimed, reaching down and grabbing his head. "It feels so good!"
He held tightly to her thighs while he licked and sucked her pussy. The pleasure she felt was so intense it made her cunt fiery-hot, pouring juice until his face was drenched in the fragrant nectar.
She gave herself completely to the bliss of his eating, and her head rolled from side to side, moan after moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips. "Oooooooh! Ummmmm! It's soooooo good!" she cried. "It's driving me wild! Oh, darling! That's it! Eat me like that!" Her ass bounced faster and faster while his flicking tongue brought her to the brink of orgasm.
She reached over and unfastened the cloth garment which covered his lower half, letting it fall loosely to his knees. She grabbed at his hot pole and stroked it wildly. Kapuna let out a groan as he began thrusting his hips to the movements of her jacking hand. "Yes, Shelly! Faster! Faster!" he pleaded, hunching quickly.
He spun around and brought her knees to his chest, aiming his stiff dong at her cunt, He pushed deeply and she moaned, his cock aiding in all the way to the hilt. His hands worked at her blouse until her tits were unconfined, then he kneaded the soft flesh until her head thrashed about wildly. His strokes became more rapid, both of them groaning simultaneously as his throbbing meat jetted in and out of her undulating hole.
Her torrid cunt worked in and out, throbbing and oozing honey. "I'm gonna come!" she cried, her voice a mixture of a wail and a sigh. "Now ... yes ... ooooooh ... faster! I'm coming!"
Her thighs squeezed tightly around his hips while the undulations of her climax vibrated through her body.
Kapuna continued thrusting until he felt his balls tingle, then his own climax began, sending spurts of juice in to meet her hot pot of flowing cream. He followed up with long, slow strokes until their climaxes diminished, then they both fell, limp and satisfied. He lay down beside her and she turned to face him, their sweating bodies clinging to each other.
His prick began to get stiff again, and she could feel the stiff joint between them.
"Darling, that was so good," she said, and kissed him, tasting the juice of her cunt on his lips. She stroked his hard-on, letting her fingers play up and down the thick shaft and down to his hairy balls.
She took the hefty cylinder in her hand and pulled the foreskin back letting the big, smooth head out. She massaged her thumb across the velvet surface. She licked his nipples while she played with his cock and began to kiss downward as she slithered toward the foot of the bed.
Nuzzling her nose and mouth in the thick, curly hair around his prick, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked around the thick base. He sucked in his breath and reached down to stroke her hair. Her tongue moved sensuously over his balls and to the sensitive area just behind his sack. A loud moan of pleasure came from deep inside him. She licked the insides of his thighs and then returned to his jerking meat.
With him lying on his side, facing her with his legs drawn up, she put her head between his legs. She rubbed his meat forward and ran her tongue into the foreskin, letting it spear into the hole at the tip of his prick. Then she skinned it back gently and popped the chubby head into her mouth.
"Oh, Shelly, Shelly!" he bellowed, sighing ecstatically at the idea of this luscious girl sucking his cock.
She took as much of it as she could in her mouth and caressed the remainder of it while she sucked. She let her hair dangle down over his groin, moving her head from side to side, until thousands of tingling sensations overcame him. "Aaaaaaah!" he blurted, "ooooooooooh, aaaasah!"
Her mouth moved back and forth over the hot, slick meat, and Kapuna hunched slightly to meet her sucking. She let her hands play up and down the back of his legs while she ate him. When her head stole along the cheeks of his ass and tickled in the crevice and the area behind the ball-bag, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.
"Shelly. It feels so good I have to come," he groaned.
She gripped the hard cylinder more tightly and her mouth went faster, clamping down on the head. She felt his hard muscles tense and his cock became more rigid. The head of it expanded and the entire shaft swelled, ready to explode.
"Now! Aaaaaaahhhhh!" he cried and his load sprang from his prick and gushed into her mouth, flooding down her throat, dripping off her chin.
She sucked furiously, her mouth a tight band of pleasure around his coming cock. As, his orgasm diminished, she slowed her strokes and took his spent cock from her mouth. She jacked it forward and licked the few remaining drops of come off the head.
They untangled and Kapuna lay on his back and she nestled close to him, her head on his arm. They lay there quietly, their bodies touching, listening to the night sounds of the island.
Shelly listened to Kapuna's breathing and the steady, rhythmic beats of his heart. She snuggled closer and he turned to her and began to let his hand play over her smooth skin. "Shelly, beautiful Shelly," he whispered. "How happy you make me." He stroked and kissed her.
The sounds of the sleeping people filled the village ... snoring, sighing, moaning, mumbling. The noises of animals were all about, those of the village and wild animals further back in the interior of the island. The ever present, soothing sound of the surf could be heard nearby, and they both quickly fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, pleasantly exhausted, bodies intertwined.
CHAPTER 10
Pam awoke to find the bright sun streaming through the window of the hut. She stretched lazily, reaching over to the other side of the bed and found that she was alone. Phillip was gone.
She heard the bustle of activity outside as the villagers went about their morning, routine. While she was debating whether or not to get up, a big, buxom woman came through the doorway with a tray of breakfast. She smiled and nodded to Pam, set the tray on the table and left.
Pam got out of bed and sat down at the table. The odor of the food made her mouth water. There was some kind of meat, bread, fruit, and to wash it down, a pot of strong, hot tea.
While she was eating, Kapuna came to the door. He told her that Phillip had wanted him to convey his farewell to her, that he left at sun-up on a journey. She gave Kapuna a slight smile and thanked him for the message. She turned back to the table once he'd left, and gazing out the window, thought to herself how much she would have liked to have seen Phillip before he left. Maybe she would get back here sometime, and maybe she would see him again. She hoped so.
Just as she resumed eating, Ted came to the door. He told her he wanted to leave for port by noon.
"We're not going to stay any longer?" she inquired.
"No reason to," he told her. "Anyway, these people have to get back to whatever it was they were doing before we came along. We shouldn't wear out our welcome."
"I suppose you're right." she agreed.
"Pete and I are going to take a quick swim before we take off," he told her. "So why don't you and Shelly meet us down at the boat?"
"All right, Ted, I'll be ready," she said.
He smiled at her and said, "I would like to stay longer myself, but I have some business to attend to back in town and I have to get the boat back to my friend. I'm glad we can take it back to him in one piece. I was really worried for awhile."
"So was I," Pam stated. "Frantic is more like it.
"Well, I'll go down and see to the boat now. I'll let you know when I'm ready to sail."
When Pam and Shelly got to the boat, Ted was puttering around with the engine and Pete was helping him. When the girls approached, Pete came ashore and embraced Pam, kissing her warmly.
"We'll be ready soon," Ted called. "Everything seems to be in order."
Shelly went aboard to stay with Ted; Pete and Pam stood on the dock with their arms around each other.
"Did you sleep well, Pam?" Pete asked.
"Wonderfully," she said with a sigh. "I'm sure that is the most comfortable bed I've ever seen."
"Mine, too," Pete said. "I slept like a baby."
"This place really agrees with me." she said. "So unspoiled, and the people are so wonderful."
He pulled her close and said, "They aren't the only ones who are wonderful, Pam." He kissed her again and remarked, "This has really. turned into quite a trip."
Ted and Shelly came ashore and-he announced that he would be ready to leave as soon as they made their farewells. They all walked back to the village together. Chief Wakaui was seated on the porch of his hut. The whole population of the village was assembled in front of it. As Pam, Pete, Shelly and Ted approached, they moved aside and made a path and the four of them passed through the crowd.
The chief made a short speech and again told them how honored they had been to have them at their village.
"You must come again," he said.
"We will, Chief;" Ted told him. "Coming to your village and meeting you and your people has turned the misfortune we had with our boat into a joy."
The chief smiled happily. "You are always welcome in the village of Malahani."
Ted thanked him and they shook hands. Then Pete expressed his appreciation and shook his hand. Pam and Shelly leaned down and kissed him.
"Oh, you girls have made my day," he said.
"And you've made ours," Pam told him. "Thank you. Thank you for everything."
Kapuna was on hand to pay his last respects, and they all accompanied them to the boat, all the villagers following behind. When they reached the dock, the four of them boarded the boat and Ted started the engine. The people of the village lined up along the bank and a group of young girls started singing a melancholy song of farewell.
Ted steered the boat away from the dock and moved slowly down the channel. The chief and Kapuna stood on the dock, their hands raised in a gesture of farewell. Their people waved from the bank.
Pam Shelly and Pete stood at the rail waving at them, while Ted guided the boat down the broad stream toward the ocean. As the Island Sun headed into the open sea, the notes of the song of farewell floated out over the water, and the people kept waving until they were out of sight.
Pete went below to see if he could help Ted, while Shelly and Pam stayed on the deck taking in the sun. The day was cloudless and a refreshing breeze swept over the boat.
"What a trip," Shelly remarked. "What a hell of a trip!"
"You can say that again," Pam agreed. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. Not even the storm and running aground. I can say that now that it's over, but meeting Philip made it worthwhile."
"Yes, we did all right for ourselves," Shelly agreed. "Did you see the two beauties Pete and Ted were with?"
"Vaguely," Pam answered. "I was so full of that Polynesian Passion I didn't see anything very well."
"Me neither," Shelly said with a laugh.
Pete appeared topside and offered the girls a refreshing drink, then sat down next to Pam and kissed her on the cheek. "Have a nice trip, honey?" he inquired.
"Very," she said with a sigh. "And you?"
"I agree with you, a perfect trip."
The Island Sun continued on its journey back to port, its passengers relaxing and chatting, discussing the village, they had left and its inhabitants.
At long last they arrived back at their port of departure. Ted maneuvered the craft into the harbor and alongside the dock. Pete jumped out and tied fast the lines, the boat hugging closely to dock-side.
"Everybody out," Pete called, extending his hand and helping the girls off the boat and onto the dock. Ted came from below and handed Pete some luggage, then jumped from the deck and headed with the rest to the parking lot.
They arrived at the car and climbed in, Ted taking the position behind the wheel. The car roared from the lot and down the street towards the hotel. Ted pulled up in front of the Moalakai and Pete and the girls jumped out taking the luggage. Ted said that he'd meet them back at the hotel later on in the evening after he'd cleaned up and taken care of some business.
"I'm really exhausted," Shelly said. "I just want to soak in the tub for the rest of the day."
"Me, too," Pam said. "A tub sure sounds inviting."
"Mind some company?" Pete asked with a smile.
"Not at all," she replied. "In fact, I'd welcome it."
The three of them walked into the lobby and headed for the elevator. Shelly got off at her floor and bid good-bye until later that evening. Pete and Pam proceeded to her room and went inside, Pam collapsing on the bed.
"The last couple of days has really taken it out of me," she stated.
Pete walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, then bent down and kissed her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head back on the pillow. His tongue licked the skin of her neck while his right hand moved to her thigh. Her mouth found his and they kissed tenderly, while his hand was fondling her side.
"Oh, Pete," she sighed. "I'm glad we're back."
"So am I, baby," he said. "I've missed you."
His hand found the zipper of her shorts and pulled it down, his fingers working their way down under her panties. She spread her legs slightly as his hand covered her fluffy muff. His middle finger played with the lips of her cunt until they began to swell and separate. He felt a sticky moistness as he parted the lips, and immediately inserted his finger. She moaned as his finger worked in and out of her eager snatch, her thighs rubbing his hand between them. With his other hand, he reached under her and grasped her shorts by the waistband and pulled them down below her ass. He removed his finger from her oozing cunt and with both hands pulled her shorts completely off. He unbuttoned her blouse and unfastened her bra, throwing both items of clothing aside. His hands kneaded and caressed the soft flesh of her tits, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.
"Oooohhh," she moaned as she squirmed under his touch.
His right hand once again stole down her stomach and found its mark on her yearning pussy. She began thrusting her ass upwards as his hand rubbed and squeezed her twin flaps.
Pam grasped his trousers and unfastened them. pulling them down as far as she could. His bone-hard erection jutted out like a spear, and she grasped it and began stroking up and down. With his left hand, Pete pulled his pants off and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He pulled himself on top of her and began kissing her like a wild man.
Pam bounced up and down on the bed, still stroking his hard-on while his fingers played in her pussy. He raised himself slightly and hovered above her, his right hand working hard on her drenched snatch. She spread her legs wider and her hips began moving in circular motions as his expert hand worked its way deeper between the walls of her lusting snatch. Pam's cunt began pouring butterscotch sauce as Pete's fingers moved in and out in long, slow strokes. Pam writhed under Pete's caressing motions, and she began thrusting her hips to meet the movements of his hand.
"Oh, baby," he sighed, "I love your body."
"Pete, you're so gentle. You know just how I like it."
Pete's fingers stirred in the honey pot, his tongue now tracing her hard nipples. His hand began rubbing harder as her hips ground into it.
"I want to eat you so badly," he whispered in her ear.
"Yes, please do. Lick me, honey," she moaned.
She released his throbbing shaft and he slid down beside her, kissing her stomach, his tongue bathing her flesh while, hid hands worked on her breasts. His hands squeezed and kneaded as his tongue licked the inner thighs, then rested on her throbbing slit. His lips caressed her can't lips and his tongue probed deeply.
"Aaaaaah," Pam whined.
Pete began eating the torrid interior, juice running down his chin, her hips grinding; into his face. His tongue lapped at the fat lips, then pierced into the hot flesh, making several repeated jabs. Pam squirmed with each advance, sighing and moaning, her hands rubbing his head.
She grasped Pete's head between her thighs, nearly smothering him, spreading wide and arching her back pushing his head further until his entire face was buried in the silky, wet mass. Pete's tongue flicked from asshole to snatch and back again, the mixture of juice and saliva saturating his face and her ass and thighs.
"Faster! Faster, Pete!" she begged. "I want to come!"
Pete's tongue found her clit and attacked it, his lips sucking it in between his teeth. Pam thrusted her hips wildly and her ass bounced up and down on the mattress. Sticky cream ran from her hot hole and her whole body was tingling with sensuous delight.
Pete felt her body tense, then a spurt of cream shot from her hole. She was on the brink of orgasm.
"Ooooooh! Don't stop!" she pleaded.
"Roll over," Pete said in a gasping breath.
Pam did so immediately, feeling Pete's hands grabbing and squeezing the flesh of her ass, then his tongue slipped once again into her slippery cavern. Pam arched her back, raising her ass as high as possible while he ate her from behind. His hands worked frantically massaging the cheeks of her ass while his mouth engulfed her aching cunt.
Pam pumped back and forth, her head thrashing about wildly, her hands caressing her own breasts. Her climax broke and she pushed back as far as possible, Pete lancing his tongue in as far as it would go. Pam shook as her come oozed and dripped from her cunt. He held her ass firmly as she bucked and jerked, her orgasm coming in wave after wave.
As Pam's climax subsided, Pete lapped the juice from her ass and thighs, kissing and biting tenderly. "Aaaaaah ... aaaahhhh ... aaahhh," she sighed, lowering her rear and stretching out straight. Pete straddled her ass and began rubbing her back, massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Did that feel good, honey?" he asked.
"You don't know how good," she replied with a sigh of satisfaction.
"Why don't you show me?" he said.
Pete raised himself slightly and Pam rolled over, Pete now straddling her chest. His hands began rubbing her tits, the nipples becoming aroused immediately.
Pam grabbed his pulsating cock with both hands and began kneading and stroking the enormous shaft. It jerked in her hand as she rubbed back and forth along its length. She bent her head forward and took his meat in her mouth, her tongue sliding around the head, saturating it with her saliva.
"Aaaaahhh," he groaned as his cock slid down her throat.
Her head thrust back and forth while she played with his nuts. Her hungry mouth sucked and ate his joint, his hips jabbing at her face with each stroke. Pam was so engrossed, she began pumping her own hips up and down with each of her thrusts.
"I'm gonna come ... ooohhhh ... ooooooh ... aaaaahhhh," he moaned, grinding and squirming wildly atop Pam's face.
His nuts tingled and he felt his load gush from his cock and fire into the depths of her mouth. She held on tightly, sucking more feverishly as his orgasm came in spurt after spurt. She let him ride it out, his ass pumping madly as he hunched forward in long strokes.
They both rolled on their backs and gave a sigh of exhaustion. "Ready for that tub?" he asked.
"Just as soon as you are," she replied.
They jumped from the bed and went into the bathroom. Pam bent over and turned on the tub water. She felt Pet's hands on her hips and his erection poking at her from behind. She reached behind her and took it in her hand, squeezing it. It gorged and jerked as she continued to squeeze, jacking it back and forth. She spread her legs and guided it to her awaiting hole, lining it up in the dripping bush. Pete thrusted forward and his prick sank deep into snatch, jerking and rearing up as it entered.
"Oh, God!" she exclaimed at the initial penetration. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me long!"
Pete humped faster and faster, his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass as his hot cock cruised in and out of her oozing slit. He moved his hands to her front, his fingers playing in her matted pubic hair, his ass driving his cock deeper with each lunge.
Pam turned off the water, then placed her hands on the side of the tub, arching and spreading wider. Pete's hands went to her hips, pulling her towards him, then pushing her back.
"I'm coming!" she screamed, jerking spasmodically as she thrust her ass backwards, grinding it to his crotch.
With one hand between her legs, he lifted her up over the edge of the tub, his cock still embedded in her juicy hole. They stood in the tub, the warm water lapping at their calves. Pam's juice was running down her legs and into the tub water, Pete's pumping iron stretching the walls of her snatch.
"Let's get on our knees," he said, grunting.
They clumsily maneuvered themselves' until they were on their knees in the tub, their coupled, working organs immersed in the warm water. As their hips thrashed back and forth, the water sloshed to-and-fro, spilling from the tub onto the floor. Pam's hands were holding the sides of the tub for support as she bucked furiously to her ever-increasing thrusts.
Her body tensed as a second climax began, washing and mixing with her first one. Her hot juice flooding over his stiff prick made his orgasm begin, his cream shooting from his cock and their loads mixing.
"Aaaaggghhh!" he grunted, jabbing faster and deeper as his come gushed in streams.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she demanded, grinding like a wild animal.
His hands gripped and-squeezed hard at her heaving breasts, his cock ripping at the Rot flesh of her undulating pussy.
They rode their orgasms until they were spent, then uncoupled and lay in the tub, holding fast to each other.
"It sure is nice to be together again," he told her, kissing her on the forehead.
"It sure is, sweetheart," she agreed.
"We should clean up and get some rest. Don't forget, we have a dinner date with Ted and Shelly later on tonight."
"I could use some sleep," she said. "Today has been a pretty full day."
They climbed from the tub and toweled off, taking turns drying each other. Pete set the alarm for three hours later and they climbed into bed and fell fast asleep cuddled in each other's arms.
Pam awoke to the phone and alarm at the same time. She shut off the alarm and answered the call, dazed from her sleep. "Hello ... yes" she whispered.
"Pam, it's Shelly."
"Hi, Shelly," she said, "what's going on?"
"Ted and I are down here in the bar. You two planning on joining us?"
"Yeah, sure. Just give us a few minutes to get up and dressed. We should be down within fifteen minutes. Thanks for calling."
She put down the phone and turned over, kissing Pete. "Honey," she whispered, "time to get up."
"Oooh, I'm so comfortable," he moaned. "I don't ever want to get up."
"Come on, lazy," she said. "We have to meet Shelly and Ted in the bar."
They got up and dressed slowly, then proceeded downstairs to the bar. When they arrived, Ted and Shelly waved from a comer table. "Hi guys," Ted said enthusiastically.
"Hi to you, too," Pete said, still half-asleep.
"You really look worn out," Shelly added, shooting a smile in Pam's direction.
"This has been a hectic vacation," Pam admitted. "I don't know if my body can handle another week."
The waiter came and Pete ordered martinis, then resumed his conversation with Ted. They all sat chatting and drinking, discussing all that had happened since they first got together.
"What we need is another foursome after dinner," Ted suggested.
"Sounds good to me," Shelly said. "How about it, you two?"
"Not tonight," Pete told them. "Tomorrow, fine. But tonight, we sleep. For once."
They all laughed and toasted their friendship. If the last week had been so much fun, they couldn't wait to see what the next week would have in store.
But after dinner, Pam found that Pete wasn't as tired as he thought. Long into the night she rode above his naked body, squirmed below his lunging cock, sat on his chest as his tongue did its wonders on her. And at dawn her own tongue returned the favor, sucking at him, licking him all over.
