Wealthy Tamara Astor-Smith sat beneath the burning tropical sun on a beach towel, wishing with all her might that she had not come to Hawaii. She should have gone back to her father's home in Boston. But she knew she hadn't the courage, not after what had happened. Maybe David had been right, after all, insisting she get away from California and take this little vacation to Hawaii. She needed time to sort out her thoughts, for at eighteen years old, the voluptuous bikini-clad blonde felt as though her whole world was shattered ... and all because of S.E.X.!
Tammy sighed heavily. Sex had ruined her life, but she knew she couldn't live without it. Kind of a catch-22. She knew that she wasn't a babe-in-the-woods, golly, what girl was nowadays, but she had been totally unprepared for that day in Los Angeles a week ago!
It had all started when she had decided to leave the posh women's college in New Hampshire. She didn't like the school, and was bored. So why study, when she could be having all kinds of fun with her daddy's money? The young blonde had hopped in her bright yellow MG one morning, and had driven all the way to California, charging everything on her charge cards.
Naturally, her daddy had been horrified. Not about the money, for she was used to spending it freely -- but he was most upset about her leaving school, and then taking off so impulsively across country. But Tammy didn't care. She was young and deserved to live a little. Besides, she had had a lot of exciting experiences on her way out to California, and wasn't worried in the least what she would do once she arrived in Los Angeles. David was there, and if she ran across anything she couldn't handle, something which the overconfident young blonde doubted -- David could help her out! And as it turned out, the handsome bachelor had given her a big broad shoulder to cry on when she needed it.
Tammy reached into the beach bag she had brought along with her and took out a thermos full of rum and Coke. Taking a long swig out of it, she lay back onto the warm sand, letting her mind drift back, back to the first time she had met Stoney Kilburne.
She had only been in Los Angeles for three days when she took her MG into his service station. She'd been having carburetor trouble, and the tall lanky young man had zeroed into the problem immediately. He was a wizard. And something seemed to click between them.
It wasn't long afterward that they decided to live together. Tammy rented them a small little house -- she called it "quaint!--not far from the station, and they set up house. Of course, her daddy was horrified that she had taken up with a mere "mechanic," although the wealthy father kept the money rolling in. The pretty spoiled blonde had never met anyone like Stoney -- or his friends -- before. She was used to being around cultured, more educated men, but Stoney and his friends' wild beer parties and rough talk was part of her lover's charm! They had been so happy ... or so she thought.
One day, Tammy had decided to drive over to the station on an impulse. She liked the place, and was happy she could use her riches to a good purpose. She had bought it outright for her handsome lover.
She parked her car out in back of the ladies room, and walked toward the front of the station. Stoney was probably inside working on a car, she had thought. How he loved anything mechanical. To Tammy, the station was a symbol of their life together, their togetherness. Her long hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail with wispy bits intentionally left at her neck as she walked toward the entrance. It would be no trouble to persuade Stoney to take the day off on a day like this ... she wanted him to fuck her!
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." she sighed. They had an ideal sex life, that was for sure! Tammy's heart skipped a beat as she thought of how he had fucked her last night. Stoney's experienced tongue raced through the back of her mind, across her shoulders, and hesitated at her titties, bringing her nipples erect. She felt her pussy tingling and she was pleased. She would often go for days at a time in a state of aroused passion, even though she and Stoney fucked as often as they could. Stoney made her hot little cunt cum each time they had sex, but Tammy was always ready for more of his delicious loving.
She pushed open the door to the station, but couldn't see Stoney, or the other attendant, Jack McCullan, there. She could feel her heart beat and taste Stoney's cock ... mmmmmmmm ... and then she could feel Stoney's huge, throbbing prick inside her hungry pussy, fucking in and out in her belly with long gentle thrusts building their passion with each stroke. Her thighs brushed each other, giving her clitty a thrill. Tammy's excitement was unusually high this morning, for some reason!
The young woman decided, as she opened the door to the garage, that she would not be able to wait until they got home. Stoney could get rid of Jack easily enough, and close the station. Then he and Tammy would fuck on the cot in the back where the employees hung their uniforms. She had let Stoney fuck her for the first time on that cot six months ago, only a few hours after they had met.
Tammy closed the large door softly behind her and entered the dimly lit garage. He's probably taking a break, she thought, as she moved around a car that was parked.
The tangled bodies on the tarpan on the garage floor hadn't heard the door's echo as it closed, and Tammy's lover would not have heard an A-bomb explosion at this moment. Stoney's body glistened with sweat in the half-lit garage. His huge cock was about to burst inside the hotly writhing confines of the young girl's, Ruthie Leeds's, asshole. "Uuuughhhh!" Stoney grunted savagely and thrust his prick into her hot buttery ass and then another groan of satisfaction burst from his lips with each ass-splitting in-fuck.
Agony had turned into excruciating joy for Stoney's newest lover. She moaned and rammed her greedy ass cheeks into each attack by the huge thick cock that was nearly splitting her asshole in half. She moaned and thrust again, feeling every fibre of her body tingle. Ruth moaned, but could not gasp, for her mouth was greedily sucking on a second lust-hardened prick.
Jack McCullan, one of the station attendants, lay spread-eagled on his back, his head twisting from side to side. Ruthie's mouth bobbed up and down rhythmically on his thickly pulsing hardness. He wanted to scream, but bit his wrist hard, drawing blood. Passion rose from his cum-swollen balls as Jack's girl sucked and teased his near-bursting prick with her swirling tongue and nipped at the hard cockhead with her teeth. Ruthie's expertise grew with each one of these daily fuckings. Jack thrust his body to meet her each time, driving his cock deep down into her throat. The squirming young girl sucked harder, trying to draw the delicious cum deep from Jack's balls far into her own body.
Stoney's hands dug into her hips and ass cheeks as he ass-fucked her from behind, his thrusting motions setting the rhythm for the trio. They looked like a single monster in convulsion to Tammy, who stood in the middle of the garage, too shocked to scream, too shocked to turn and run. Her emotions had struck down the passion she had built up during the last few minutes. Tears streamed down her cheeks, running her mascara as she watched with horror as her lover threw back his head and groaned out his cum.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhh! Now! Now! I'm cumming! God! I'm creaming in her ass!" Ruthie felt Stoney's hot jism creaming into her ass, filling her like a bellows. Her naked body thrust back with a great shudder, grinding into Stoney's loins, and began to twitch, then squirm and heave, building momentum like a crashing wave. Her mouth sucked harder as Jack's rock-hard cock throbbed spastically and spewed his hot, white cum deep into the warm cavern of her eagerly gulping mouth.
"Oh, my God ..." Tammy moaned and collapsed to the dirty cement floor when she saw the great three-way animal on the tarpan scream with ecstatic joy. Neither her lover nor his two sex-partners had heard Tammy's despair above their own ecstasy. Ruthie still sucked on Jack's now deflated prick. Jack's breathing came deep from his chest, rasping in his throat. Stoney jerked himself from Ruthie's wet slippery asshole and lowered his head to her legs. He brushed his lips along the backside of her thighs, then bit the fleshiest part of her inner leg, leaving a bruising red mark that reflected the intensity of his passion.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiii ... mmmmmmmmmm ...!" Ruthie moaned, her mouth still tightly around Jack's rapidly deflating prick. She sucked the last of his cock juices and moaned again, knowing that the tongue slithering up her inner thigh would soon bring her to another wild state of excitement. The vibration of her tongue and cheeks on Jack's cock brought a renewed surge of lust searing through his cock; and the gently nibbling young girl felt the new heat of his hard-on and moaned louder and louder.
Stoney lay on his back underneath her kneeling body, working his tongue up into the soft wetness of Ruthie's pink open pussy. His hands pushed her legs out, bringing them almost to their full length. Her soot, black cunt-hairs were less than an inch from his face, and Stoney probed her succulent pussy-flesh with his nose, the moisture from her warmly moistened cunt caressing his cheeks. He edged his nose to her hotly tingling clitty and began to shake his head.
Ruthie gasped, swirling her tongue desperately around Jack's cock. He grunted, arched his back, and started to cum again! He rolled his head to one side in uninhibited ecstasy and suddenly stopped frozen, his eyes riveted to Tammy's while he shot great gushes of hot white cum into the young girl's hungrily sucking mouth.
Stoney's tongue swirled around Ruthie's insatiable little pussy-hole as her muscles flexed again and again to suck the hot, licking tongue deep inside her hot, juicy cunt.
Jack McCullan's cock deflated like a popped balloon, and he withdrew himself from Ruthie's mouth with a jerk, tearing at the loose skin.
Ruthie turned her head in time to see Tammy's arm follow through as she threw a heavy monkey-wrench at them on the garage floor. The crash of the heavy metal against the side of one of his customer's cars brought Stoney out of his sexual trance. He sat up, propping himself with one arm. "Don't do that!" he yelled.
Tammy, in a rage, picked up another tool and heaved it at her lover. Jack jumped up and finally got her on the floor, pinning her arms to her sides. Kicking and screaming, Tammy fought to no avail against his superior strength. Her struggling ceased, and she began sobbing helplessly in her anger and frustration.
Tammy's tears had stopped when Ruthie brought her a Coke from the machine. Stoney kneeled beside his girl friend, while Jack McCullan sat on the hood of a car a few feet away. Stoney took the Coke from Ruthie and passed it to Tammy.
"Take a sip," he insisted coldly. "You need something to soothe your throat after all that fucking screaming."
Tamara Astor-Smith obeyed silently, her mind confused by the sight of the obscenely naked bodies surrounding her. The young brunette stood beside Jack who was stroking his huge naked prick back to hardness. Clearly, neither of them wanted any part of this scene, though they had no idea of what was going to happen next.
"Are you together?" Stoney asked.
Tammy nodded her head and tried to adjust the blouse and skirt of her dress, but with little success. The top had lost a button, exposing her huge tits all the way to her rosy nipples.
"You should have told me you were coming, baby," Stoney chided her, almost defensively.
Tammy raised her eyes in astonishment. What had he said?
"Too bad you didn't. We wouldn't have cum if you had," he grinned at his pun, then continued. "Me and Jack here have been thinking of asking you if you'd be interested in fucking around with us, but I wasn't sure you'd dig this scene ... yet, anyway."
Tammy rose to her feet, shattered. This isn't my Stoney, she thought. What in the world is going on? She backed into the wall. Startled, she reached behind her, trying to regain her composure by holding onto the wall, but Stoney's voice pierced her ears through the barrier she was building. He stood up and walked nakedly toward her.
"Come on, Tammy, baby. No shit. Your cunt's all hot and wet, isn't it?" Stoney's grin seemed to mask a perversity that Tammy knew she must escape. The man before her was a pervert, something to be hated, not someone to live with! He was a man she didn't know, and perhaps never had known ... oh, what a fool she had been!
Tammy felt panic building within her as she began to move along the wall toward the door. She watched Stoney lift his hand and extend it toward her. It seemed grotesque, out of proportion. The room began to take on the shape of a funhouse of mirrors, and her lover, one ,of the misshapen reflections.
The brunette girl's voice joined Stoney's. "Aw, come on, Tammy. Stoney has told us so much about you. He says you're a real hot chick!"
Tammy saw the girl standing beside Stoney, her one hand on his shoulder, the other holding his arm. The room began to spin. Jack stood next to the naked couple, his hand also extended. "Yeah, why don't you stay..." he added. "We could have a real good four-way. Fuck ... I've been wanting to get a good lick of your pussy ever since you pulled up at the station for the first time ... come on, honey ...!"
"Oh, God ... never ... never in a million years!" she screamed. Tammy took two steps and turned to run out the station. Stoney reached for her, but missed. Before he could say another word, she was out the door and rounding the station, tears pouring down her beautiful face.
The bright southern California sun hit her face, awakening her to reality.. She knew she had to run somewhere, but she was not sure where ... and then she remembered David Whittington. The Whittingtons, too, were counted as among America's most wealthy families, just as the Astor-Smiths, and Tammy had grown up with David. His father, Charles, had died the previous year, leaving his only son a fortune. David, a graduate of Harvard law school, had decided to keep his money in the bank and live off the more than sizable interest, retiring at twenty-seven into a life of luxury, and, Tammy had guessed, parties and plenty of S.E.X. He had moved out West from Boston, just as she had done, and now had a mansion in Beverly Hills. He was surely there now, playing tennis on his court, or perhaps sunning by. the pool ...
Somehow, Tammy had managed to make it to Beverly Hills in her car, and David's maid, Mimi, had led her in back by the pool. The handsome young man had been sitting in a lounge chair in his tennis outfit reading and sipping on a tall iced drink. When he saw Tammy he stood up, starting to smile. But then he realized the state she was in, and helped her into a lounge chair.
"That's all, Mimi, thanks," he'd said to the young woman as Tammy had fallen into the chair. Her nerves frayed, she looked frantically about the pool area, searching for something to take her attention.
David automatically handed her a gin and tonic. "You look horrible," he said anxiously. "What the fuck is wrong?"
Tammy stared in her drink for a moment, trying to blot out what she had seen at Stoney's station, but her torn blouse and bare feet betrayed the reality of her experience. There was nowhere to turn. It was too late. She began to cry, her body wracked with helpless sobs. They were the only sounds for a few moments, until she was too exhausted to sob any longer. Her wet cheeks were contorted with anguish as she said, "Oh, David, what am I going to do? I'm soooo ... so terribly ... hurt!"
David knelt beside her, gently pulling her toward him, cradling her tear-stained face on his shoulder. There was no question in David's mind about what Tammy had seen. He knew that one day she would discover Stoney's perverse obsession with sex.
David, too, was almost obsessed with sex, especially group sex, so he had known what a horny bastard Stoney Kilburne was from the moment Tammy had introduced him to the lanky, rough-looking mechanic: it takes one horny bastard to recognize another.
The wealthy young man took a sip of his gin and tonic and continued to observe the sobbing, relatively innocent young blonde he had grown up with. It was obvious that she hadn't known about the prick. The kid had a lot to learn, the handsome playboy thought wryly. Too bad she had never gotten into wild group sex, though. There were many times David had wanted to invite her to one of the nude swim parties he held at least once a month in his mansion here in Beverly Hills, but he had sensed her inexperience, hoping one day that she would start swinging. He took another sip from his gin and tonic. It would be very interesting, for curiosity's sake, to know the sperm count in his pool, and he made a mental note to check into it.
But back to the immediate problem: Tammy. David secretly loved her, and, despite his big brotherly manner toward her, his cock grew hard every time he imagined the sensuous young blonde all naked and spread-eagled, her pussy all wet and hot, eager for a good fucking. He had vowed long ago to one day marry her. Of course, he had been disappointed when Tammy had run away from school in Boston to shack up with the Kilburne bastard, but he reasoned that the affair wouldn't last, and that Tammy's hot little pussy would gain experience. But now, with her shuddering in front of him, David swore he would make Stoney Kilburne pay.
"Hey, Tammy," David said gently. "It'll be all right."
Tammy tried, but unsuccessfully, to pull herself together. She had never seen anything so shocking in her whole life!
"I can take you upstairs and maybe you'll be able to talk after you rest a little," David of offered.
"No, I'll be okay. Just give me a minute." She took his handkerchief and tried to wipe her eyes. "I look just awful!"
Just like a chick, he thought, no matter what happens, she can't stand to have her mascara smeared. David took the young blonde's hand and led her across the patio of his Beverly Hills mansion. He remembered the trouble he had gone to to make this place a comfortable place to conduct his life. The decorator had done a good job, he thought, as he opened a door that led to the dressing rooms and a bathroom. "There are clean towels in the changing rooms," he told her. "Help yourself."
"Oh, David, you're wonderful!"
"The super-rich have to stick together!" Tammy smiled at his effort to cheer her up; she closed the door and started to wash her face, as though trying to scrub away the memory of the most shocking scene of her young life.
That day in David's house in Beverly Hills could have been a whole lifetime ago, Tammy thought as she toyed with the warm sand between her legs. She was now sitting up, half-on half-off her beach towel, and began to pour herself another rum and cola from the thermos she had brought along. The overhead sun beat down hotly on her voluptuous, bikini-clad body, and the sensuous young blonde began to feel little spasms of desire rippling through her cunt. She clamped her legs tightly shut, and wriggled her pussy hard down onto the sand. She was glad she had decided to come to Hawaii, after all.
Tammy looked at her drink. It tasted so good. Her daddy's butler on the yacht used to serve rum and Cokes, always slipping her one on the side when she had been too young to drink. But Tammy wasn't drinking for the taste. She just wanted to get smashed. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea under this hot sun, but too fucking bad, she thought a bit drunkenly.
She lifted the thermos to her full, sensuous lips and started to gulp the remains, and when she had placed the empty thermos back on the sand, she suddenly gave a cry of alarm when someone spoke from behind her.
"Hi there, beautiful."
Tammy spun around swiftly, her eyes wide and startled. Heaven knew where he had come from, not from the road, or from further down the beach, or certainly she would have seen him! The young blonde looked up and into the eyes of a man with startlingly dark eyes, but there was something else besides curiosity in this man's gaze as he hungrily took in every ripe curve of her trembling, near-naked young body.
His stare was bold and speculative and her pussy started tingling once again in excitement ... Golly, but he was handsome! she thought somewhat drunkenly. He was very tall, she judged, a good two or three inches over six feet. And he could have been Hawaiian, his skin was such a glowing, golden bronze and his hair so jet-black. Yet there was a look about his features that could have been European, despite his coloring. A strong, square jaw and a wide, firm mouth, slightly crooked at one corner, and with deep creases. He still stood over her, his eyes roving almost insolently down the impressive length of a strong, hawkish nose in contrast to which his long black lashes looked almost feminine.
He wore a pair of blue swimming trunks, and Tammy gasped when her eyes fell to the huge bulge in his crotch. But he merely smiled.
"I said, hi, beautiful," he repeated charmingly.
"Hi ... hi ... there ... " Tammy replied, not certain of what she should do. She looked quickly around the beach, but as far as she could tell, they were the only two people there. God, and her pussy was so hot! Obviously, the man was aroused too, judging from the size of the bulge in his swimsuit. What if he tried to ... to rape her?
"My name's Kai ... Kai Fulton. I don't know when I've been lucky enough to meet a woman as ... shall I say ... as beautiful as you ... in a long, long time ..."
Despite himself, Kai Fulton acknowledged the young blonde's smile. This cunt will be very succulent, he thought longingly. Christ, her pussy will melt in my mouth like honey ...!
During the past hour, he had watched the near-naked young girl down the entire contents of the thermos. Sitting out beneath the gun as she was, he knew she was in deep trouble. He had been watching the voluptuous little blonde for almost an hour now, standing behind the rocks and jerking his prick off, wondering what the fuck it would feel like screwing his huge naked cock deep up inside her blonde cunt as he creamed in his hand.
Instinct told him that she was fighting sadness ... a love affair that she was trying to forget. Ah, yes, indeed, she was like all other women. He knew them very well. So well that he could analyze the meaning of . their every gesture. Obviously, this horny blonde pussy had been hurt. Well, that would make her a willing and easy mark once he had made the contact. Of that, Kai was sure even before he knew her name. Like all the rest, she would need someone to talk to, preferably a stranger like him, someone who didn't know the people in her past, and who could sympathize with the torment she was feeling. Kai would provide the sounding board she needed. It was a small price to pay, being bored a bit by these chicks and their identical tales of woe. Kai Fulton didn't really give a fucking shit about the broads he met ... Christ, some even cried for hours before he ever made a move. Others were even too bitter for tears. They blamed their lovers, swore they would never trust another man, but they all trusted Kai in a matter of days ...
Ooooohhhhhhhhhh, Jesus. This hot, juicy little blonde cunt was going to be a lot of fun!
Chapter Two
Kai Fulton had really loved only one woman in his entire lifetime, and that woman had been Donna Langeford, the wanton, totally sensuous wife of a colonel who was based at Pearl Harbor.
By no means had the young man Kai been considered tender, at any age, indeed, his quarter-Hawaiian, English-Irish, and German ancestry should have made him sturdy stock for the years ahead of him ... and eventually it had.
Kai had been born on December 7th, 1941. His native mother, Noelani, was a part-time maid for a U.S. navy couple living in the tract of land between Hickham Field and Pearl Harbor. She had been changing beds at the time of the Japanese attack, on the second floor, and according to the story Kai had heard during his growing-up years, his mother, nine months pregnant, had looked right into the eyes of a Japanese bomber-pilot out of the second-story window, they were flying so low. During all the commotion, several hours later, his mother had given birth to him. The young woman hadn't found out until the next day that the man she had planned to marry, and the father of her child, Captain Robert Fulton, had been killed in the attack, along with so many others.
Noelani had never gotten over it. During the war years, she became a prostitute, her many customers mostly service men. Kai had a tough childhood, lying in bed at night hearing his mother in the next room scream with desire to be fucked harder and harder. As the years passed, the once lovely Noelani had turned to the bottle. It had seemed to the impressionable youth that all his mother ever cared about was booze and fucking ... she had no love for him. So he had taken to staying out later and later, until he never went home at all, preferring to sleep on beaches by night, and by day stealing small sums of money and food when he could, and running small errands for the shopkeepers in Honolulu ... until he had met Donna Langeford, the wealthy wife of a colonel.
He had been sleeping in an alley that night, by the back door of a swinging bar called Davey Jones's Locker. In the early hours, he had suddenly been awakened by the
high, drunk voices of a woman and a man. He opened his eyes to see a beautiful blonde with the biggest tits he'd ever seen half-popping out of her very low-cut dress, and a man in his mid-forties staring down at him.
"My, my, what do we have here?" the woman had said.
Kai had continued to look up at them, and then smiled. "I guess I fell asleep," was all he could think of to say.
"Oh, you poor dear..." the older woman had purred. "What's your name?"
"Kai," he'd replied. And then the man had started to chuckle. "He's all yours, Donna baby," he'd said, walking back into the bar and closing the door.
She had ignored the older man, and her eyes had roamed hungrily over his lean young body. "What are you doing out here? You should be at home, dear."
Kai had told her somewhat bitterly that he had no home. She shook her head, and then said:
"Please stand up, Kai. Your family surely loves you. They would not want you to sleep here all night. Come home with me." Donna's voice was gentle; but it had an air of command in it that he could not ignore. She put her arm around his shoulders and they walked from the alley to her car.
The colonel's wife, Mrs. Langeford, was a hot-blooded, sexy woman who had been left a lot of money by her first husband, an oil man from Houston. She was now wearing out her second husband, a handsome man in the navy. Because of her money, she insisted they live in a large home off base. Arriving at last at her beach-front villa almost half an hour outside of the city, she stopped the car in a long winding driveway, and the pair entered the house through a garden of tropical trees and flowers that scented the air with a natural sweetness. The lush grass wove in between half a dozen trees, accented with dozens of bright green ferns whose shadows in the dusk gave a jungle appearance. Kai had never entered a house through the front entrance. He was impressed, and for a .moment forgot where he was.
Kai followed her up a long, winding staircase. He forgot the heavily perfumed smell that ran through the rest of the house. There was no trace of it here. Instead, he could smell the fresh flowers through an open window. A bright light shone from the top of the stairs. He could see a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. As his eyes came over the top level, Kai was astounded. He had never seen such a richly furnished home!
Two adjoining walls were covered by green brocade drapes. The rug, in a Chinese pattern, looked smaller than it was because of three huge pillows set in a line down one wall. A large mahogany table was at one end, and a deep aquarium was at the other, filled with exotic tropical fish: Beneath a large, pornographic painting sat a rattan chair and matching footstool. And to complete the room were two end tables, each of which held a brass lamp and a few half-read novels, waiting to be finished.
Mrs. Langeford drew open the drapes by the rattan chair, exposing a view of the gardens and the private beach in front. He was awed by this older woman's good taste and what seemed like great wealth to a boy whose life had been spent in a bare room and alleys.
"You like the place?" she had asked, in an amused voice, noting the look of awe on his face.
"Oh, yes. It's ... it's ... I've never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life!" Donna Langeford smiled. "Would you like to live here?"
Kai's eyes flew open even wider.
"L-live here?" he had asked, astonished. "Yes. I -- um-need a houseboy. Your duties would include serving meals, and running a few errands for me ... among other things." The older woman's eyes once again roamed hungrily over his muscular young body, and she licked her full, sensuous lips. "'The pay is very good."
Kai could hardly refuse; after all, he had nowhere to go. And he certainly wasn't going to return home!
The voluptuous older woman seemed pleased, though not surprised, as he agreed. Then, she had taken him on a quick tour of the house, finally showing him the room that would be his that led off from the downstairs kitchen.
"I've had quite a ... night, shall we say, dear Kai, in town. My husband, Colonel Langeford, will be returning around noon, from his fishing trip further up the island," she explained. "And I'd like to be refreshed before then. There is a small lagoon that leads up the front gardens from the beach, and I like to take an early morning swim in the sun before retiring for the day. I'd like you to change into a swimsuit; there should be one in the closet over there," she pointed, "and then join me. Just follow the path down."
With that, she smiled, and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Kai couldn't believe his good fortune, and with a quick look around the small, but well-furnished room, he quickly found the swimsuit, stripped, and changed. And five minutes later he was out of the house, making his way down along through the gardens on the path Mrs. Langeford had said led to the lagoon. He walked cautiously, though, hoping that the wealthy older woman had not changed her mind about hiring him as a houseboy.
"Is that you, Kai?" he heard her call from close by, and he knew he must be near the lagoon.
"Yes, Mrs. Langeford," he answered.
"Good. Well, hurry up now, I'want you to rub some suntan oil on my back."
Kai hesitated. Rub suntan oil on her? Sure that he had misunderstood, he stood in the gardens, his heart pounding, and didn't move a muscle.
She called him again, and he cautiously walked toward the sound of her voice. He peered bashfully through some ferns. Not seeing the secluded beauty of the small lagoon, his eyes were riveted to the bare shoulders of his beautiful new employer.
Mrs. Langeford's body was submerged in the water. Her blonde hair was pinned high on her head, and he felt his cock lurch.
"Come in, dear," she said. "Don't tell me you've never rubbed suntan oil on a girl before?"
"N-No," was all he could say.
"Then you must learn. The Coppertone is there," she said, pointing to the brown bottle by the water.
Kai picked it up. He turned to face her, not moving. Mrs. Langeford lifted her arm and motioned for him to come to her. This shifted her body, exposing the rounded tops of her huge naked tits above the water-line. Kai could see her brown nipples through the clear blue water, inciting him on, and he groaned inwardly ... what a luscious woman she was!. And she was begging him to touch her naked may!
Kai knelt beside the water. His fear left him as he applied the oil to Mrs. Langeford's tanned shoulders. With smooth circular motions, timid at first, he began to rub her back, his young virgin cock swelling painfully. He increased the pressure, moving over her shoulder, then back and across her smooth, swanlike neck.
Donna, her head erect, squeezed her shoulders toward her neck, making a deep crevice run down her back. "You're doing so well, are you sure this is your first time, honey-buns?"
"Yes," was all he could answer. Kai was engrossed' in the pleasure of moving his inexperienced hand over her soft flesh, experiencing the newness of a delicious, sensuous contact with another human being. His hand slipped from his grasp over her shoulder, accidentally brushing her huge, wetly gleaming tit. He jumped and started to withdraw his hand, but she quickly closed her fingers over his.
"It's all right, Kai," she said. "Mmmmm ... felt so good. But you dropped the suntan lotion. Find it!"
Kai obediently groped with his hand in the clear lagoon, searching around her thighs, finding the bottle lying between her slightly spread legs. He had no thoughts, only sensations, and suddenly he felt young, his hardened cock pushing for freedom in his suit.
He lifted the bottle from the water, dragging it slowly across Donna Langeford's erect nipples, exposing all of her firm, almost perfect tits. Her voluptuously naked body quivered as his hand passed over her. "Would you like to massage me all over, Kai?"
In answer, the boy gently pushed the lotion around under her arm to the rising and falling tits that eagerly waited to be caressed by his sensuous hands. He nervously guided them across the erected nipples, then under the heavy roundness and between the deep cleavage of her rising and falling breasts.
"Get naked and I'll rub you too," she whispered huskily.
Without hesitation, Kai arose, and in his haste, nearly ripped a button off his suit. He was not at all embarrassed by the huge, thick cock jutting from his loins.
Donna Langeford turned her head to view the young cherry cock that throbbed with heated excitement. A pleasant gasp of surprise slipped from her lips. She placed a wet hand between his thighs, running it slowly up the inside, gently fondling his balls, then sliding her sharp fingernails along the underside of his lust-thickened prick, gliding over the throbbing veins to the tip.
Kai, burning with desire and anticipation, allowed himself to be led into the lagoon by the older woman's guiding hand. He sat with his legs spread, his knees above the waterline. Donna Langeford rearranged herself, kneeling before the boy, her huge tits jutting toward his hungry mouth. She squeezed some lotion from the bottle and began rubbing his shoulders with even, sensuous strokes. Her hand moved teasingly over his chest to his stomach, then down his side to the outside of his leg.
Donna's other hand rested on his shoulder, giving her balance. She guided her hand under the outside of his leg up to his knee, then over his leg to the inside of his thigh. Slowly she worked her hand toward his huge, eagerly jerking prick, her eyes greedily watching it twitch in the water of the lagoon. Kai felt her hand separate the water between his balls and inner thighs, then enfold his cum-filled balls, massaging them gently, lifting them slightly, making his prick grow, knowing it too would soon be enveloped in the pleasure of his employer's hands. Donna Langeford's fingers rose to skim over Kai's sparse pubic hair, the cloth trailing its tail behind, giving her touch an electric tingle to his nerves.
Mrs. Langeford's hand" was an independent organ of pleasure. She grasped his now fully extended cock with her small hand. Her fingers did not touch as she encircled it. Kai's hard-on was as large as any grown man's. Then, gently turning, her hand moved from the smooth, thick base to his painfully throbbing cock-head.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh ... ohhhhh, my... God!" he moaned excitedly as her fingers moved over the top of his hotly burning prick, dragging her wrist through the breathing opening at the end, taking with it the large drop of cum juice that in his excitement had leaked from the tip.
Then, she slid her free hand around his neck, lowered her head, and pressed her open mouth to his, savagely thrusting her tongue deep into his wide-open mouth, curling it around deep inside the soft, wet cavern of his throat. Kai responded with awkward excitement and he pushed his own tongue clumsily in between her lips, meeting hers, feeling shocks of excitement run up and down his spine as she numbly curved her tongue, half-encircling his, and powerfully drawing and sucking it further into her own hungrily gulping throat.
Her jaws worked forcefully, almost causing him pain, but an exquisite pain that he had never imagined, which felt as though it could pull his tongue from its roots! Almost choking, his arms flailed, trying to grasp her slippery back. And then he lost his balance, pulling both of them down into the shallow water. Twisting, trying to catch his balance, as if out of fear of drowning, he thrust his right hand out for something to grasp. His groping hand slid across the soft curve of her hips and into the arched crevice of her straining thighs.
"Kai, hold on for a second!" she laughed softly at his impatience. "We'll be more comfortable on the sand."
Dazed with the charged excitement and sudden realization that this was no game, that in moments he would be making love for the first time and ... with a woman old enough to be his mother, Kai nodded!
As he stood shakily, trying to help the colonel's wife up, he reached for one of the huge beach towels. Then she grabbed his arm.
"Don't bother, Kai. There's a better way to dry ourselves."
He allowed himself to be blindly led by the wrist up from the water, watching droplets of water glistening in the overhead sunlight on her smoothly curved thighs and naked ass cheeks. She turned around, grasping his other wrist and pulling him to her as she fell gracefully back onto the sand.
Kai felt a prickling chill streak down his back from the evaporating water. Then, without warning, a blinding rush of heat enveloped him as he fell across her splayed form and felt her warmly heaving tits and her belly. A thin film of liquid fire boiled between them as the warm water from the lagoon matched the flames burning in his virgin balls.
Kai felt her draw one of her legs up, at the same time pressing a hand on his shoulder as she deftly rolled him over onto his back. He threw his-arms around her to pull her more tightly to him, to feel every inch of her naked flesh molded to the urgency of his craving body. But he didn't seem to have the strength as she raised herself to kneel astride his chest.
"Don't move, Kai, sweetie. Let me show you a real woman's charms ..."
Kai lay quivering as Donna Langeford lowered her head and he felt her lips, her darting tongue kissing, then biting across his chest and teasingly across the straining muscles of his neck. He felt the sharpness of her teeth nibbling at his ear lobe. Her tongue traced erotic designs around his ears as he could feel the fiery bellows of her breath penetrating to the very center of his desire-wracked mind. A violent shock shook his body as he felt the wet probing tip of her tongue voraciously devouring the whole center of his very being.
Practically welded to the beach as she raked her fingernails down his arms, he felt powerless, unable to do more than lie there in lust-maddened paralysis. His arms spread wide, his fingers clenched and unclenched as she moved her smoothly curved ass cheeks slowly, ever so slowly, toward the agonizing ache of his cock.
The wildly thrilling touch of her teeth and fingernails continued downward as he felt her body moving even further backward on him. And then it touched! The jolting shock as his rigid, thickly pulsing cock brushing the deep tinted flesh of her quivering, nakedly spread ass cheeks.
Then, she moved downward, almost imperceptibly, until the throbbing head of his prick began -to eagerly nestle itself between the jutting roundness of her ass. The jerking quake of his body was matched almost simultaneously by hers, as together they felt the first electrifying shock of the softness of her smoothly curling pussy-hairs teasingly brush against the trembling flesh of his naked young cock.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh ...!" he moaned as Donna began to raise her hips slightly, undulating them in slow revolving circles, forward and backward. He felt the hot wetness of her cunt sliding silkenly across the thick straining shaft of his pulsing cock. Though this interval of pleasure was in reality only a moment, it seemed to go on and on, his body crying out in maddening frustration for fulfillment and relief from this excruciating pleasure!
And then, as if she could sense the raging need in his white-hot balls, she raised herself away from him. Jesus, he wanted to cry out for her to come back, to scream that he needed her, when he felt the muscles in her thighs tremble as she lowered herself directly upon him, the awaiting wetness and soft velvet lips of her naked widespread cunt seeming to swallow the head of his rigid young hardness like a hungry, nibbling mouth.
Kai reached violently, frantically, for Mrs. Langeford's naked ass cheeks to pull her onto him, but she had already moved away. She knew that his soul was crying out for her. He had to fuck this beautiful woman's cunt ... he had to! Then she was there ... then gone! His mind echoed with the hot, heaving gasp of her breath and he ached with a deep, all pervading pain inside, feeling the pressure mounting in his cum-filled balls, hurting. Blinding lights flashed before her eyes when, with a guttural moan, she dropped herself completely upon him, the warmly moistened flesh of her cunt enveloping his cock like a tight sheath of greased rubber.
Wild eruptions of light, dizzying circles, the lagoon seemed to be spinning. He was caught in the vortex of a thundering, roaring trail of carnal desire that was sending him down into depths of exquisite pleasure that he had never dreamt existed. Shit, it was crazy! There could be nothing like this. Then suddenly, somewhere deep in his loins was a bubble rising to the surface of a raging sea, expanding, growing, the pressure rising and rising ...
And then, suddenly, Kai came with a fury of youth that had never known such relief, pouring forth every rejection, every disappointment that had been hidden deep within him throughout his young life.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaiiiii ... aasaaooooohhhhhaaaaiiiiiiii!" he'd wailed over and over again.
During the months that followed, Kai spent hour upon hour in his employer's bed. His knowledge of her body and his own pleasure increased each day with such speed that he was soon as knowledgeable as any man ten years older than he. Kai Fulton's natural instincts were developed to razor sharpness, allowing him full sensuous pleasure.
In gratitude for what Mrs. Langeford had done for him, Kai thought he had fallen in love with her. Dressed in expensive clothes, presented as gifts, Kai had rationalized his life before as only a vague dream, not at all a part of his real past.
He felt an assured self-confidence. He had started smoking and had developed a taste for the good things in life.
Donna Langeford, amused by her young employee's attitude, often talked to her friends about the young man. One of her lovers, a man called Davey Jones who owned a chain of bars in Honolulu, related Donna's stories to his own circle of friends who had also seen him, and a lot of other older women started lusting after him in their strange ways, each telling the other how she would take Kai for herself if she could ever get her hands on his virile young prick without the colonel's wife knowing it.
Kai accepted Mrs. Langeford's insatiable desire for cock as completely natural. They did not discuss it. He felt, however, that she must be faithful to him aside from her husband, of course. His possessiveness and jealousy amused Donna Langeford who would try to placate him, assuring him that he was her only real lover. The older woman tolerated him and his childishness, only because she had reasons of her own. His trips into Honolulu gave her the chance for other company, particularly Davey Jones, for the older man was well known for his knowledge of how to please the senses. They often spent hours together when her husband was not in the house.
One such day, Kai had gone down the beach and then changed his mind, for his prick had suddenly started to ache and swell in his swim trunks. He stared to walk back to the house, massaging the hard-on in his pants while he thought of the day of wild fucking ahead of him. They would maybe come back down together as they often did for a swim, then lie in the sand and fuck ... or maybe she'd let him lick her naked pussy!
Kai's mind followed his hands over Mrs. Langeford's imagined body, then bathed itself in the ecstasy of her touch. Today would be as fiery as the first time they had fucked, he thought. But every time was that way. The pair never seemed to tire of each other, at least in Kai's mind. She will be pleased that I have come early, he thought as he walked into the large home, and climbed the familiar stairs. There was no one else in the colonel's house. He, of course, was on the base, and the maid Mrs. Langeford kept to do the housework was not at work today, and Kai was glad, for they would be able to suck and fuck the whole day long until the colonel returned without interruption.
He started to take his swimsuit off, deciding to surprise the hot older woman by his huge hard-on, when he heard voices from down the hall, from the bedroom. Kai stared, unbelieving, at the partially opened bedroom door. He thought first to walk casually into the sacred bedroom, expecting to find Mrs. Langeford talking on the phone. But he knew better. One of the voices talked back, and it was male. Kai's heart pounded in his chest as he silently sneaked toward the open bedroom door, afraid to look, but dying to listen, though he knew he had to face the truth.
"The little fuckface would go out of his nasty little mind if he knew about us," the man's voice said with a lewd laugh.
"Oh, Davey, he hasn't the sense to know," said the familiar tone of Mrs. Langeford's lilting tongue. "He's young ... besides, my darling husband is much more experienced than young Kai, and he doesn't suspect. But I suppose it doesn't matter anyway. I've had many houseboys since my husband has been stationed here on the island."
"Yeah, so when can my gal have a try at him?" Kai heard the man's voice ask.
"Dammit, Davey, stop asking me," she answered. "I told you that she and her weird dildos could bugger the little prick when I get tired of him ... but only then!"
"So, when will that be, Donna baby?"
"Well ... hummmmmmmmmmmmmm, I guess it won't be long ..." Mrs. Langeford stopped short. Kai was in the bedroom door, his legs spread, his fists clenched at his side.
"Why, Kai, you're back early. I thought you were planning to spend several hours on the beach!" Unanswered, the colonel's wife continued, "I didn't mean anything unkind about your prick, lover."
Young Kai -Fulton could stand the cruel teasing no longer.
"You bitch ... you fucking bitch!" He burst into the room, attacking Mrs. Langeford. He heard a dull thud as his balled-up fist connected with her face, sending blood gushing onto the carpet. But Kai's rage could not match the older man's strength and experience, and in a minute Kai found himself knocked sprawling on the bed, his head spinning.
"Get that little creep out of here!" Kai heard the colonel's wife shriek from the floor. "Just get him out ... out of here!"
"Sure thing, honey," Davey said, a lewd smile spreading across his face. "I'll take him to Rebecca. She'll love him!"
Kai knew all about the older man's kinky girl friend, Rebecca, and her sex-urges. She wasn't a very good-looking woman, plump with curly red hair and horn-rimmed glasses -- but she was wealthy, and her money could buy her anything. Her accent was from the Deep South -- but her fantasies were straight out of the Marquis de Sade. She loved to be the supreme mistress and have slaves, Mrs. Langeford had told him, the idea apparently amusing her. And she was nuts about young men like himself, simply adoring to dress them up in bras and panties. Kai wanted no part of that shit, for sure!
Davey Jones drew closer to Kai and bent over to pull him up, but at his touch, animal instinct took over in Kai's body. With the grace of a jungle cat, he kicked out with one foot, connecting a blow to the older man's balls. Davey gasped and doubled over, groaning in pain. Kai jumped to his feet and turned, viciously kicking Davey square in the face, knocking him into a corner, unconscious.
Then, he turned toward the now-cowering Mrs. Langeford, clenching his fists into tight balls and glared at her.
"You're not going to get away with this, you bitch!" he had screamed. "I'm going to get even with you, if it's the last thing I do!"
And he had gotten even with her, had he ever, the young man thought, looking at Tammy's bikini-clad young body on the beach. He had made every chick he had met since that day pay for the older woman's deceit and his unhappy childhood. Though he had had his personal revenge on Mrs. Langeford by turning her into to the local authorities and ruining her husband's career, it hadn't been enough. He knew Donna didn't care a shit about the colonel, so he had only succeeded in hurting someone who had had nothing to do with his revenge on Donna Langeford. By being wealthy in her own right, the cock-hungry older woman had paid off the judge, and left the islands.
Kai had never seen her again. He wanted more, for that hadn't been enough, so Kai was driven by a constant need for revenge.
At first he felt guilty for mistreating the chicks he met because he knew that he was punishing them for something that was caused in large part by his own naivete. Time, however, had clouded that reason. Channeled properly, Kai could have become wealthy on his own with his drive and intelligence, but he chose instead to look up some other wealthy women on the island, making sure never to mention his association with the Langeford woman scandal that had rocked the island. Being underage, his name was never mentioned, so the hot and eager-to-fuck older women, who enjoyed his pleasures, showered him with gifts and money, and eventually made him what he was today, were none the wiser. And now, at thilty-eight, Kai Fulton was an educated, wealthy, handsome young man with an insatiable appetite for sex, in any way, in any form!
Nope, there was nothing Kai Fulton got off on more than sex. And there were so many chicks willing and ready for almost anything on the island that he was kept constantly busy. Not even time to jerk himself off. Naturally, he'd let the chicks do it for him. Why do something yourself when you could get a horny little pussy practically begging for cock to do it for you? The cunts love it ... chicks just like this little spoiled brat on the beach. She wasn't any different than the rest.
Yes, the handsome young man thought. The ancient Hawaiians had the right idea. Their laws even forbade the cunts to eat food with the men, and all the choicest foods were Kapu to the Wahinis ... except, of course, cock!
Chapter Three
I�ll just bet anything that he wants to fuck my pussy silly, Tammy-Astor Smith thought, shielding her eyes with her hand from the glaring sun as she gazed up into the handsome man's dark, lusting eyes. But, try as she might, she couldn't help glancing down every once in a while at the huge, delicious looking bulge in his swim-suit and the young blonde hoped he didn't notice.
The rum and Coke she'd just finished in the thermos was beginning to take effect, and she knew that if she tried to stand up that she would surely topple back down on the sand. But that was all right. She'd wanted to get drunk on purpose, and besides, she was really beyond caring about anything.
"I'd offer you a drink, but I guess I finished it all," she slurred, motioning to the empty thermos lying in the sand by her feet. And then, for some reason, unknown even to herself, she started to giggle.
Kai Fulton merely smiled. Christ, but her tits were big, and he couldn't wait to get a taste of her cunt! The blonde's legs were spread wide apart now in her sitting position on the towel and he could see a few strands of blonde pussy-hairs curling out from the cunt-band of her bikini bottoms. They looked like threads of pure gold glistening in the sunlight, and Kai could feel his cock begin to swell to even greater proportions, tenting shamelessly out from his crotch. Tammy's big blue eyes grew wide as she stared at it in awe, and she could feel her hot, juicy cunt tingle with desire.
"I have a bottle of rum in my car. If you would like some, I'd be very happy to get it," he offered, his ivory-white teeth gleaming against his tanned skin.
"Sure, that sounds great, er ... what did you say your name was?" she asked.
"My name's Kai ... Kai Fulton," he replied and then turned and started walking up toward the road, returning in less than five minutes with the bottle of rum. He unscrewed the cap and offered her a drink. Tammy accepted gratefully-after all, she had planned to get drunk, so why not have some company ... especially the company of such a good-looking man who called himself Kai. God, he was ten times more handsome than Stoney Kilburne! And judging from the size of the bulge in his suit that she just couldn't seem to keep her alcohol-glazed eyes from, his cock looked ten times bigger than Stoney's, too!
They sat on the beach for awhile, passing the bottle back and forth between them, though Kai actually drank very little. It was just too fucking hot, and he hated to be uncomfortable.
"Hey, I don't know about you, but I feel like a swim. Are you game, pretty lady?" he asked suddenly.
Tammy didn't catch the double entendre. "You bet!" she laughed, and in a little more than two seconds they were actually in the water. Splashing about happily, the beautiful young blonde lost sight of Kai for several seconds, then saw him going further out and decided to follow him, calling as she swam for him to wait for her. It was surprising how quickly it got deeper and she had lost sight of him again when she stood up and looked around.
"Kai!" she called out, but the sound of the water was enough to dull and flatten her voice into no more than a faint flutter of sound that died almost at once. "Kai ...!"
Maybe he couldn't hear her, because he certainly didn't answer, and the drunk blonde went on, suddenly determined not-to be left behind if he was seeking to challenge her by going further out. Tammy was not a very strong swimmer, but she was good enough to keep up with any average swimmer and she did not mean to be left behind.
The sand was soft under her bare feet and she was still no further than her waist so that she was not in the least nervous and still searched the water for Kai somewhere nearby. It was then as if some gigantic sea-monster had suddenly appeared when she turned her head and saw the comber bearing down on her, and she screamed as much in surprise as in alarm.
The huge curl of water came with breathtaking speed and she had no chance to avoid it or to get out of its path before it engulfed her, arms and legs flailing helplessly, tossing her up and over as if she were a lifeless rag doll. She was rolled over and over, her lungs bursting as she fought helplessly against the drag of the surf when the water returned to gather itself for another assault.
A thousand and one things ran through her mind as she was dragged down again and again, and the most vivid sensation was one of regret that she had had time to do so little fucking in her young life. This Pacific paradise on Ohahu had proved that it could not only be beautiful, but dangerous too, and her last conscious thought was that all the people who loved her and would grieve for her the most, were far, far away.
For some time before she opened her eyes, Tammy was hazily conscious of a sequence of sounds, and of one sound in particular: a deep, heavy sound of breathing that was somehow connected with her own breath rhythm. Her heart felt as if it was thudding away for dear life as she began to remember, and panic, and then another mouth was pressed over hers and the force of a deep, warm breath entered her lungs and shuddered throughout her whole being.
The young blonde stirred, turning her head from side to side and making, a small, soft sound of protest, and then something beside her moved, a voice not even a whisper, breathing words that sounded pretty much like a groan of pleasure. Then she opened her eyes and found Kai Fulton on his knees beside her in the sand, his dark features looking like chiseled bronze and gleaming wetly with sea water.
She looked at him for a long breathless moment, trying to understand in her hazy mind the look of sheer passion in his eyes, and then she took a shuddering breath of her own volition and turned her head away.
"How are you feeling now?" Kai asked, and got to his feet in one swift easy movement, standing in the sand beside her.
"I ... guess I'm okay ..." she replied, turning to look at him again. But she found the lustful expression in his dark eyes too much to hold for very long, and again turned away, looking up at the sky like a vast bale of blue silk, shimmering with golden overtones. Everything, she thought hazily, seemed golden on these islands, especially Kai Fulton who looked as smoothly golden as a pagan statue as he stood over her.
And then she realized she was naked!
"Oooohhhh, my God!" she squealed suddenly, the shock bringing her back to her senses. Quickly, she tried to cover herself, and Kai started laughing.
"That comber was a bad one. Must have pulled your suit off. I looked for it on the beach," he lied, "but it must have washed out. If you're one of those modest chicks, why don't you cover up with the towel?"
Gratefully, Tammy complied. "I'm used to the surf," he told her, amused. "But anyone who's been on the islands more than a day should know how easy it is to get out of your depth, until you're more experienced ..."
"I ... I guess you're right," Tammy stammered, her eyes searching down the beach for her yellow bikini bra and panties. Then, certain she saw them, she asked if he wouldn't mind bringing them to her.
"It would be my pleasure to help such a lovely lady as yourself," he replied, and brought them to her.
"Thank you," she blushed, reaching for them gratefully. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll change in the bushes. I'll be back in a moment."
"Of course. I will eagerly await your return, and you'd better believe it."
Tammy felt his eyes on her back as she walked toward the lush undergrowth up by the road, and once hidden, she nearly passed out. Grabbing a rock for support, she unsteadily lowered herself onto it in front of a large palm.
Lovely, lady bull, she thought, looking into the mirror she had taken out of her purse. Her hair was a mess. I look like I've been dead and then dug up. Beads of perspiration had formed at her temples, and her makeup was smeared. She reached into the handbag and began repairing her makeup, then put her bikini back on. That's better, she thought. Golly, how embarrassing that he saw me naked! But, deep down inside, Tammy was even pleased that she could still attract a man. At eighteen, she felt that all her sex appeal was gone. She had somehow convinced herself that Stoney had rejected her because she had not been sexy enough for him, rather than face the reality of his sexual appetite that had caused him to stray.
She stared for a moment into her reflection, questioning her obvious attractiveness. Her eyes, with the aid of a bit of shadow makeup, were huge and inviting. She buried her head in her hands, thinking, I've got to stop these conversations with myself. Tears formed, moistening her long lashes; and she quickly pulled a tissue from her purse to blot them before her makeup smeared again.
At least her eyes did not appear too red, and she was thankful for that. Her moment of self-analysis sobered her enough to walk back down to the beach.
"Beautiful body," Kai said as Tammy approached. He rose with no effort and helped her back down onto the sand.
"Thank you for saving my life out there," she said sincerely.
"A lady in distress ..."
"Are you always so gallant? I would suppose you wouldn't be. A man like you probably has more chicks waiting on him than he has time for. He doesn't have to be polite."
"Thank you very much for the compliment. Actually, yours is the first life I've saved all day.
Tammy laughed. "I guess it's kind of comical, me losing my suit and all," she blushed. "Of course not ... in fact, I'm glad you did." He grinned. "I might make a habit of rescuing lovely blondes ... hey, I've been watching you for an hour. You don't look like a happy girl."
"You're rather perceptive, but I'm not sitting here to burden you. Let's drink to my Hawaiian vacation," Tammy said, amazed that she could feel a lightness flow from her huge young tits to her head. She didn't feel drunk or frightened, but suddenly free for a moment from herself... so what that she had almost drowned? She hadn't, had she?
"To your Hawaiian vacation," Kai responded, and he raised the bottle to meet his lips as she had done only moments before. Then she took another sip.
"Oh, wow," she exclaimed, "that sure does burn ... all the way down ..."
"You'll get used to it after awhile," he said, staring at her huge luscious tits.
Despite herself, Tammy laughed. She couldn't help but feel a little flattered by his attentions, just like those Stoney used to pay her.
She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling. "Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?" she asked.
"No, I'm not married. Of course I have women who are friends," he replied. "How about you?"
"No, not anymore," Tammy heard herself say, shaking her head. Her thoughts raced again back to that day in her boyfriend's gas station. It had been the most shocking thing she had ever witnessed, and now she realized that she had no more confidence in herself.
"Here, let me," Kai said, holding her chin and wiping the tears quickly from her eyes. "Oh, I'm so embarrassed. I didn't mean to involve you. Please, I should go."
"Only if you let me come with you," Kai said. "Come on, I'll take you for a ride."
Tammy allowed herself to be led from the beach to the road. She seemed to be floating behind the guiding sureness of Kai's hand.
The overhead sun was really blinding now, and she tried to focus, dabbing at her still damp eyes with a crumpled tissue. Looking around, Tammy saw that the shady road was deserted just as the beach had been. Thank God no one else had been around when she had lost her bikini top and bottoms!
"This time of day is just too hot to be out, so most of the islanders relax for an hour or two until the heat is more bearable."
"You must love Hawaii. I can tell from your voice."
"My, you are observant," Kai said, not looking at her. Man, but he was horny for her! She had one of the most beautiful bodies he'd ever seen on a chick! "Come on, let me show you some of the island," he beckoned.
"Yes, I'd like to see something I might remember without tears. Oh, I feel so stupid."
"Don't worry about it. You'll be all right sooner than you think." Kai led her to his car and opened the door with a bow; gesturing her inside. Tammy laughed at his flair.
He returned the chuckle and crossed in front of the expensive car to the driver's side. Once inside, he started the powerful engine and pulled away. "We're off to see Ohahu," he exclaimed.
Tammy wasn't thinking about the island or her close call with death, or her smeared makeup. She sat watching the beautiful scenery moving by, thinking about the extremely interesting man guiding the luxurious car along the road. God, but he was handsome. And now that she was feeling a bit better ...
Soon he stopped in front of a small stare, which housed a delicatessen, and a moment later he was back with a bottle of fruit juice and one of rum in an iced paper bucket plus a couple of small packages of food. "We'll have a small luau," he told her, "out near where the breeze is always up."
Tammy thought about the island as they drove and chattered about passing sights. They drove for about half an hour. "I used to have a house not far away from here before I moved into my villa further up. It's very peaceful out here and gives one time to think."
Tammy didn't answer, but smiled at the sweetness of his tone. She saw the spot he had selected before he told her. It was just off the road, another sandy beach with green tropical trees reaching nearly to the sea. They got out of the car and walked toward the water. Kai carried the provisions, and Tammy, her beach towel and purse. "Be careful," he said, indicating a jelly fish that was probably still alive. A cool breeze immediately slipped its fingers around Tammy's calves and moved to her legs, cooling her perspiring legs.
Kai stopped and spread the towel on the sand at his feet beneath a coconut tree. Tammy stood, her arms folded, gazing at the vast blue Pacific at close range. The color of the water was as light as a filtered swimming pool, only a little more green than blue; and the breakers were pure white when they broke.
Kai opened the rum and put the bottle directly to his mouth for a short swig to see if it had chilled adequately in the paper bucket. He offered Tammy the opened bottle, watching her from beneath his dark brows. She took a long drink, feeling that she needed some more, since she was by now sober.
"Thanks again," she said, returning the bottle. Kai passed her a piece of bread and cheese while he took the rum. Tammy leaned back, supporting herself with one outstretched arm. Kai propped himself on one elbow, lying lengthwise, his feet toward the water.
Neither said a word as they ate and drank more. Tammy's thoughts began to center again on her own dilemma. There was no sound on the beach, except for the waves crashing, and she thought of the many afternoons she and Stoney had spent lying silently on the beach at Malibu, most of the time waiting for the sun to come out. But as soon as she thought of her relationship in any context, she began to cry. She turned her face so that Kai might not see her tears.
But his experience taught him to notice every sign that a woman made. Ids knew she was crying and he had an idea why. It was time for him to move in. He sat up and reached across Tammy's shoulder, hooking his index finger around her chin, urging her head to him. She resisted for a moment, but his gentle, but firm touch brought her around.
Their faces were only inches apart. "There is nothing in the world terrible enough to make such a lovely young girl cry. No one and nothing is worth that. Your affair may have ended- in bitterness, but it doesn't mean that you will stop living. Now is the time for a new era to start for Tammy."
"Oh, Kai," she moaned and let herself collapse in his arms.
He said nothing. He held her close until he could feel that her sobbing had ceased. A shudder of resignation through her body gave him the signal he had waited for; and he pushed her gently from his warm embrace, tilted her head slightly back, and kissed her gently and almost innocently, almost brotherly.
Tammy needed the reassurance of that kiss. She returned it eagerly, not thinking about who offered it or where. She just wanted the security of someone holding her. Their lips clung for a long moment, not moving, not grasping at each other, only holding onto a few seconds of time so that she would know she was not really alone.
That's nice, the horny young Hawaiian thought to himself. This little pussy is almost ripe and man, am I ready for a piece. She has no suspicion. I could be her brother at this moment, but in an hour, when she feels my long hard cock ramming up inside her hot little cunt, she'll know better, that's for damned sure!
They looked at each other for a few minutes, then without comment, he picked up the towel, leaving the bottle behind, and walked her up the beach. No smile crossed Kai's face as he drove, listening to Tammy's story, looking at her from time to time. She lay her head back on the seat as they wound their way back along the coastal road. She talked and talked, until finally all the liquor of the afternoon and the tension of a horrible week alone sent her to a deep sleep.
A white wall and a tile roof covered with vines came into view. Kai parked his car in front, carrying the young blonde inside, down the hall into a large bedroom. Placing her on the bed, he began to take off her beach robe. She cooperated in her sleep, turning her body so that he could easily remove her clothing. He smacked his lips and emitted a soft whistle as more and more of her voluptuous body came into view once again.
Of the scores of girls who had been disrobed in one manner or another on this bed, she possessed, without question, the most beautiful, desirable body of all, he thought once again. Hers was the form dreamed of by every man, envied by every woman. Kai didn't care where he dropped her robe. He merely stared, almost unbelieving, at the sight before him in the late-afternoon light. His dark eyes encompassed the curve of her neck and her huge young tits straining under the prison of their small yellow bikini top. He bent forward and unfastened the clasp in back which caused Tammy to sigh in her sleep at the comfort that came as the air-conditioned atmosphere of the room ran its cool fingers over her sensuously rising tits.
The two mounds stood erect and full, even as she lay sleeping on her back. They were alabaster pale which accented her bright pink areolas, her soft nipples blending into the rosy circles. No blemish spoiled the symmetry of her huge succulent tits. Kai's mouth dried as he bent above her, his mind savoring the taste his tongue would soon sense.
He slid his hands down her side, the tips of his fingers barely touching the thin skin along her ribcage, falling into the slope of her waist, hesitating, then continuing over her hips, resting at the top of her bikini panties. Two fingers and the thumb of each hand fastened themselves inside the elastic, then began to slowly pull the soft yellow material down, exposing at first just a few light strands of softly curling cunt-hairs leading up to her tanned belly. He hesitated, making the last tantalizing moment one to remember, fixing his mind and eyes on the thin yellow band of silk that ran between her loosely open thighs. Then with one smooth motion he pulled the bikini off.
Tammy unconsciously raised her ass cheeks to cooperate as he pulled the suit down her long legs and off in one free movement. She was unconscious, but the secret reverie of a big huge cock she had been deprived of lately lived on in the recesses of her mind.
Kai hadn't taken his eyes from the soft garden of pussy-hairs that warmed the smooth cavern of pleasure between her legs. The sight of her hot, succulent cunt-flesh held him immobile for a moment, his eyes set deep under his brows.
The tantalizing body on the bed stirred in its sleep and turned slightly, adjusting its legs. Kai broke from his trance to smile, then followed the long line of her legs to the ankles and back again, to the soft mound at the base of her lightly rounded tummy, stopping only for a moment as he lifted himself to his feet. He imagined a ruby placed in her naval, deciding on second thought that an emerald would be much more appropriate with her hair coloring. He smiled, exposing bright teeth between his dark lips. Moisture spread over them as he salivated in silent anticipation. He knew that he would have more than ample time to discover every inch of this beautiful blonde's secret treasures. For now, he would let her sleep. She will need her sleep, he thought, considering what lay ahead.
Kai picked up the sleeping girl's robe and bikini, running them gently through his fingers and sniffing at the cunt-band of the panties. Then he walked silently across the polished tile floor, taking the clothes with him as he softly closed the door.
"Leia," he said to the girl who had been waiting all the time outside, "take these and hang them to dry. I'm going downstairs to join my friends. Please ensure that Kono has our drinks in the next five minutes."
Kai walked along the terrace to the stairs. Leaning on the upstairs railing and looking down into the expansive living room, he spoke with a smile to the couple standing by the fountain, "I shall be downstairs in one moment. Please go ahead to the party room. Kono has our drinks."
"We'll be waiting," the woman answered back to him. "I hear you have a new surprise for us."
"You shall soon see," Kai answered, as he stepped back and opened the door to his own bedroom.
The woman, Susan Marlowe, took Neil Atherton's arm and walked toward a door at the end of the large living room. Her eager smile of anticipation gave away her thoughts. She was as horny as a bitch in heat!
"How are you doing, babe?" Neil asked her. "That pussy of yours all heated up and ready for big daddy's hot rod?"
"You and your nasty words, Atherton," she complained in a mocking tone. "You damned well know that this little pussy is juicier than a ripe pineapple ... it always is!"
Suddenly, in the doorway, Neil stopped her. "I haven't caught you in a lie, yet babe. But do you mind if Daddy here checks?"
Susan grinned teasingly up at him, and crinkled her nose. "I�m not lying to you, honey ... but if it would make you happy ..." Eagerly she pulled up her skirt for him and wriggled her smoothly curved ass cheeks in anticipation, spreading her legs apart with her feet on the floor.
Taking his cue, Neil reached down and spread the light elastic cunt-band of her panties enough so that he could insert two of his fingers in between her softly curling pussy-lips.
"Oooooohhhhhh, my ... now that feels real good! Real good, lover!" Susan exclaimed, spreading her legs even wider apart on the floor to give him more access. "Now, tell me that my cunt isn't the hottest, wettest little pussy you've ever felt!"
Neil could feel his cock start to swell even more as his fingers slushed around in the beautiful woman's drenched cant. Man,- she was ready for a cock all right, he thought excitedly, and knew that tonight was going to be one hell of a wild luau.
Reluctantly, Susan took hold of his wrist and guided his hand from between her tingling little cunt. "There'll be plenty of time for that later, sweetie," she said, and then brought his cant juice-drenched fingers up to her lips and flicked her tongue out to taste the sweetness of her own pussy, dripping from his fingers. �Mmmmmmmmmmmm, but that is good," she purred, and then took his arm and started to enter the room.
Chapter Four
Neil Atherton didn't know if he was a grade-A number-one bastard, or just a downright bastard, but the handsome man in his mid-twenties really didn't give a shit at this point. He'd lived a full life, so far, and he still had a lot of good years ahead of him. When he got older, maybe he'd start thinking back on all his "sins" of the flesh and try to repent -- though he had to admit that he somehow doubted it. But for now, no way was he going to give up the good life here on the island.
The tall handsome man had grown up on his father's ranch on the island of Hawaii and had been raised by a succession of stepmothers after his own had leapt from a cliff at Mauana Loa when he was three years old. In spite of the tragedy to the Atherton family, and his wealthy father's succession of wives, young Neil had a happy childhood, unmarred by anything traumatic, known to him. His mother had died when he was too young to really feel the pain of her loss, and she had been quickly replaced by another woman's warm, loving arms, his father's second wife, Nikki. She was a young native girl who, he later found out, had been his father's mistress. Eight years later, when she and her baby had died in childbirth, the young boy had died a little too. He had loved her very much. With the help of his father, a ruthless businessman with enormous sexual appetites, though kind and gentle with his son, young Neil had managed to weather the storm.
In his sixteenth year, the very day his then aging father had taken his fifth wife, he had been sent to a military school in San Francisco for the duration of his two remaining years of high school. At first pleased with the prospect of seeing a new place and meeting new people, he had quickly become disillusioned ... realizing it was not the kind of life for him. He had always been more or less the free spirit type, roaming around his father's ranch at will. Always bright in school, he never had to study to make good grades, and would never exert himself. Why the fuck should he? Someday Kilauea-Lilieo would be his. Fuck geometry, fuck chemistry, and English Lit, 101. Who needed them? And who needed the shit-ass discipline?
One day, Neil Atherton decided to split the academy. It was the age of Aquarius and the city was in full bloom. Besides, it was spring, and he was getting horny as hell. He wanted to live! He tried to call his father, but the old man was too busy screwing the hell out of his new wife, some gal named Donna something, who had been involved with some scandal on Honolulu a few years back, to answer the phone. So he had taken the liberty of informing his father's secretary, Betty Fernandez, of his change of address to send his father's cheques. And, since he was underage, he contracted a buddy from school's shady brother and had a phony ID made up -- there were so many runaways at that time and the cops were really cracking down -- and rented an apartment near Haight-Ashbury. He was set-up.
The first person he met was his neighbor, a beautiful red-headed girl with bright blue eyes who shared the place next to his with three other hippies. She called herself "Seagull," explaining that she chose her name because it was synonymous with freedom. When he asked her out of curiosity what her real name had been, she refused to reply, merely shaking her head and smiling as though he hadn't understood what she had been talking about. But he didn't really care what her name was, not with the hot- little cunt she had. Seagull and her friends were the wildest people the young man had ever met, and he had learned a lot about life, people ... and sex. They had been wonderful.
When. Seagull had found out that he was still a cherry, she immediately decided to do something about it. "No sense in wasting all that ..." she had looked down at the crotch of his jeans, "when you could be filling someone with all kinds of love ..." she had cooed. And then asked him more questions. Neil had explained his difficulties finding a chick back on his father's ranch in Hawaii, and that of course there simply weren't any at the military academy he had just split from, so there he was. Pure cherry-cock, ripe for the pickin'.
"Well, you certainly won't be for long, Neil. Not around the Haight, with all the love and freedom. Golly, there are so many bitchin' lovers around -- chicks and dudes. You can take my word for that, 'cuz I've been hanging out around here for a long time now."
They had been sitting on the floor of his sparsely furnished apartment passing a toke back and forth and sharing some carrot juice and dates, and she suddenly jumped up. "I�m gonna get you a pussy, Neil!" she nearly shouted. "It's my time now, so I can't really do it with you, but I can get hold of some chicks who would be more than happy for a little loving."
His mouth had dropped open, but the thought of actually fucking a naked cunt for the first time in his life made his prick lurch in his jeans again. This gal named Seagull was really too much. She told him to stay right there and that she would be back in a little while.
After a few minutes, Neil could hear some excited voices coming from her apartment through the paper-thin walls of the old building, and then his own apartment door opened. To his horror in walked Seagull with the two hippy dudes she lived with! At first he thought Seagull intended for the three of the guys to make it, and Neil knew no way, even if he was stoned like he was, could he get it on with two other dudes! But then he remembered she had said "I can get hold of some chicks" and he felt a little better. But what were these two doing here?
"Neil, you already know Ellis," she nodded toward a slender young man in his early twenties with tangled shoulder-length brown hair who was dressed in beads and feathers. Ellis returned Neil's smile, and shook his head from side to side. "Wow, man ..." was all he could manage.
"This is my other friend, I don't think you two have met yet. Johnny has been up to Santa Cruz to help harvest his brother's crop, and brought us back some beautiful grass."
"Peace, brother," the tall, bearded young man said, and raised his hand, spreading his fore and middle fingers to a "v." Then he sat down on the floor Indian fashion. "Wow, man. Seagull told me and Ellis about you being a cherry ... wow."
Neil had wanted to die of embarrassment. Why the fuck did the chick have to go around spreading the news? Pretty soon it'd be all around the Haight, for Christsakes!
"Don't worry, love," Seagull soothed, noticing his discomfort. "We love you, and just want to help, that's all ..."
"No shit, man," the two other dudes agreed. Then Ellis asked if he'd ever had a chick go down on him. Neil had to shake his head.
"Ever go down on a chick?" Seagull asked excitedly, her big blue eyes sparkling. "Well, no. But I've felt one up. My old man's secretary back on the ranch. I was really getting her worked up, and she was talking about letting me lick her ... well, you know ..."
"Pussy ...?" Seagull said, trying to make it easier for him.
"Yeah, pussy ... but then we heard my old man start to come down the hall and she had to pull her skirt down. I left for school in California the next day and never got another chance," he sighed.
For the next hour, the three of them sat in a circle smoking grass and talking about sex. Neil became very relaxed with his newfound friends who were giving him a lot of pointers on how to get a chick going. Ellis and Johnny were very experienced, as was Seagull, and she could add a lot of interesting information from a woman's point of view. It had been some crash course, and his head had been spinning, and his cock nearly bursting in his faded jeans. Apparently, everyone else was as horny as he was, and soon Seagull was pushing him down on the floor, unzipping his fly and giving him a blow job like he'd had only once or twice since. After he had cum in her mouth, and she had gulped down every last drop of his burning hot virgin cum, she started on the other two dudes, making the rounds at least four more times before it grew dark outside.
Because it was "her time" she didn't want to ball, but as soon as she heard footsteps in the hall outside, she muttered something about Marcie being back from the concert in the park, and ran out of his apartment to get the young girl. Several moments later, the two of them appeared in the darkened apartment. Johnny lit a candle and some incense, and a beautiful smiling Marcie walked over to him.
"Love, brother ..." she said, handing him a flower. Then, very gently, she brushed some of his bangs from his eyes, and reached up to kiss him on the lips. It had been a deep kiss, gentle at first, but it grew more passionate and urgent. His deflated prick was still hanging out of his fly, for Neil had not thought to stick it back in when Seagull had returned with this beautiful young hippy girl dressed in a long dress and beads. It started stirring, twitching a little, and soon had swollen into a full-blown hard-on. Someone had put on an album, and there in the candlelit room, he and Marcie had fucked and sucked in every conceivable position amidst the urgings of Seagull and the two other long-haired men, until the first light of day. Finally, exhausted, they had all slept, and Neil had never felt so contented in his whole young life.
He had a wonderful two years in 1967 and 1968. He met many beautiful people and had fucked many beautiful chicks. Eventually, Seagull and Johnny migrated south to live a life of peace in the mountains of Santa Cruz in a commune on his brother's marijuana farm, and had a child. Ellis joined a rock group and left the city on tour, and Neil's father, after divorcing Donna Langefofd, suddenly stopped sending his son money. Suddenly, at eighteen, life was not so sweet for Neil Atherton.
At first, he tried his hand at doing odd jobs like dishwashing -- about the only work available for a young man with no training. Plus, his long-hair ponytail was no help. No one wanted a "hippie long-hair" working for him back then. No one who paid well enough for him to keep up his life-style, which was modest compared to what he had been used to back home in Hawaii, that is. And Neil had been young and stubborn enough not to cut his hair. As luck had it -- or so he thought at the time -- a couple moved into the place where Seagull and her two men had lived. He later found out that the guy, a fat dude with a peaches-and-cream complexion, Ollie Brandstedder, and his equally obnoxious old lady, a chick so fucking skinny that strangers would come up on the street and offer to buy her milkshakes, even in the Haight, were the biggest dope-dealers around. They had connections everywhere!
It didn't take them long to sniff out a hungry dude like their neighbor, and soon they were doing business -- good business. They would supply, and Neil would connect, all of them reaping great profits. They made a lot of bread in the following year, and Neil had once again felt like the king of the mountain. They dealt in grass, speed, LSD, and a new cap in the city. Christ, they were getting on top!
... And then toppled. Neil was making a connection over on Oak Street one afternoon in the early spring of 1972, with the wrong guys. Two fucking narcs and a black chick. The chick was his connection.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... Jeeeeezzzzz, honey, like, you really blew it this time ...!" he remembered her taunting him after he was handcuffed and sitting in the back of the squad car. "An' it's too bad, too, cuz, sugar, you're gonna be sent away for a couple o' years, at least!" and he had been. Four years in San Quentin. Four tough, dangerous and miserable years, but he'd learned a lot in Quentin. It had been quite an education.
In 1976, when he had been released, Neil went back to the old neighborhood, planning to go back into business. But times had changed in four years and all his connections were no longer around. Ollie Brandstedder, whose name Neil had never mentioned at his trial, had been knifed over in Borth Beach the year before, he had learned, and many of his friends and other business associates had either left the city or were underground. It had been just as well, Neil reasoned, because he knew deep in his heart that he didn't want to become involved in dope-dealing anymore. Sure, it made a lot of bread for him, but the price of getting caught was much too high. Four years in the federal pen was more than enough for his tastes. And he was longing to return to his home -- Hawaii. And to see his old man who was still going strong. So after about two years of kicking around, he hopped on a United Air Lines flight to Honolulu, bound for his father's ranch on the big island where he planned to get his head straight.
Sitting on a window seat on the right-hand side of the plane, Neil got tears in his eyes as he got a glimpse of the green mountain islands and white sand beaches for the first time in years. His old life of dope-dealing and prison was behind him, and new horizons were waiting ahead.
Landing at Honolulu International Airport, Neil learned he couldn't get a connecting flight to Hawaii until the next day, so he walked around, finally ending up sitting at the bar in a place called Davey Jones's Locker, with a tall iced drink in front of him.
"Are you a Malihini?" a feminine voice asked from the seat next to him. "A tourist?"
Neil looked with appreciative eyes at the woman sitting neat to him. Her dress didn't hide any of her obvious assets. About his age, he thought as he answered her, telling the story he had invented to cover his years in prison in case he might speak to someone who had connections with his father. He told her he was going back to his old man's ranch and introduced himself as Neil Atherton.
Susan Marlow responded, "My name's Susan," and she said it with her whole body. Their conversation carried through four drinks. Susan explained that she had moved to Honolulu after leaving her boyfriend and told how much she enjoyed the life on the islands.
Susan was impressed with her new friend's excellent physique, knowing he must have been an athlete at one time, though he denied it. Susan didn't believe Neil's whole story. But she didn't care. If he had a cock as big as the rest of him, so fucking what! But he was sure of himself, aggressive and obviously self-centered, she thought, and for some reason a little nervous. Susan dismissed it though, not caring what he had left behind. She checked her mental file to find the right approach to introduce him to the island and her way of life.
"You must be exhausted from your flight," she said. "Are you staying in town?"
"I'm not sure. I really haven't made any plans."
"Good," Susan said, pleased. "There is more than enough room at my place and you look like a man who could use a rest and a good massage. You could stay there tonight instead of a hotel. I might be able to give you a break."
Neil held his drink almost eye level. "That's a great idea. I'm exhausted and I wouldn't mind a massage, either," he added, staring at her huge tits. "I'm really very tired, and a massage and a shower would be very refreshing.
"Great. Then we'll take a little walk and pick my car up. It's only a little ways down the street." She licked her lips, glancing down at his crotch.
It was only an hour later that Neil Atherton was undressing in a room at Susan's house outside of Honolulu. She stood by, taking his clothes as he removed them, giggling like a young girl -- man, she had been one of the easiest pickups he'd ever made -- if indeed he'd made it. Was more like she had picked him up! But he wasn't going to argue, no way! He was horny as a stallion and wanted a piece of her hot little cunt, so he'd play it her way.
Looking around the apartment, Neil noticed that the room was masculine and strong. I wonder how many other men she's picked up? he thought. Susan's a beautiful woman and is probably sought after by any number of men. This is too good to be true! Man!
Susan held the towel after Neil had put on the robe. "If you will follow me, master, I will show you to the bath."
Neil grinned at her, but said nothing and followed her down the hall to a small door at the far end. Every bit of furniture in the house was dark with strong designs depicting a masculine homestead. Neil thought that Susan must have rented or bought the house from a bachelor, when she had come to the island, for there was no hint of a woman's touch in the whole decor.
Susan opened the door and stood inside while Neil walked through. The bathroom was large and tiled in mosaic, each tile hand painted. The walls were bamboo with wood hangers, obviously for robes. A large shower stall stood at the end wall. A few feet from the door Neil could see the bath she had drawn him. Smiling, he walked toward it and started to take his robe off.
"Allow me, master," Susan said eagerly, helping him disrobe. "Your towel," she said, handing Neil a large white towel, which he wrapped around himself, and tucked in.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" he said aloud, opening his mouth and taking a few more deep breaths, his cock getting hard, and he was surprised and delighted that she was taking a bath with him. Then, he closed his eyes and waited for her to say something else. There was no need for him to begin the conversation. This is her show, he thought. She'll make her move when she's ready and not before; and I have the patience to wait when I know what is in store for me. Neil, my boy, you are a free man and you deserve the fantastic fucking or sucking that you're about to get.
Repositioning himself, Neil Atherton looked at the voluptuous red-headed woman's silhouette moving toward him. The artificial light gave her skin a greenish tone as she came closer, as if she were walking under water in a heavily chlorine-treated pool.
"Are you ready for your rubdown?" she asked. "I've learned to do it very well, even if I do say so myself. I've had lots and lots of practice."
"I bet you have. Well, go ahead, baby!" Neil said, laughing. "You may do with me what your little heart desires. I've not the energy to resist, and I really mean that."
"Okay then. Lie on your stomach and let's get on with it. Those gorgeous muscles of yours will lose their tone if you neglect them, my dear."
Neil half-stood, then lay face down on the floor, his cheek touching the cool tile. Man, this chick was something else! He wasn't quite sure what he was in for, but one thing was for certain, it was going to be one hell of an afternoon.
Susan, wearing a towel exactly like Neil's, knelt over the tall masculine form lying straight out on the floor, her eyes running from the nape of his neck across the rippling muscles of his back to the lean raw muscle of his ass, covered by a wet, clinging towel. Her mind touched the backs of his legs and traced its way through the dark hair to the taut muscles of his calves. Gorgeous, she thought, what a hunk!
Then, readjusting her towel further, almost to the tops of her thighs, so that she could see more easily, she leaned forward on her hands, resting them on the small of his back. Her thumbs together, she pushed her hands upward, leaning heavily on them, sliding up the center of the young man's back. Her hand traveled along his spine bumping over each vertebra. The steam and perspiration slicked his skin, allowing her hands to move as if lubricated by melting butter.
Susan's fingers folded momentarily around the back of his neck, then followed their trail onto the back of his head, through his curling brown hair. Twisting and turning she massaged his scalp, pulling lightly at the roots of his thick head of hair, knotting it, then gently yanking the knots. The little finger of each hand spread away from its partner to the edge of his scalp, stroking his temples, the long nails barely scraping the surface.
"How's that?" she asked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" was again all he could answer.
"Don't go to sleep on me," the woman said. "I�ve only just begun, darling ..."
The heat in the room was ignored, replaced by new fires building inside, as Neil felt the woman's naked an cheeks pressed softly down on his own, her nails working into the sides of his neck and digging their way to his well-muscled shoulder, working along an even path on each shoulder, turning their way around to the front of the muscle, lifting his relaxed body partially from the tiles, then finding the muscles of his biceps and moving over his forearms, around his wrist and back up the inside to his armpits, pulling a few hairs with them as the painted nails ran onto his back.
Susan felt the moisture welling up deep in her pussy, spread wide by the position of her legs. Her eyes followed her hands, feeling twice the sensation of gliding over the strange man's body. She flexed the inner muscles of her thighs against his muscular ass cheeks, and he responded with a similar flex of his own.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh ... Jesus ...!" he groaned as her nails found their way to the small of his back, then traced small figure-eights around his sides, her wrists touching her inner thighs to increase her own rising excitement.
Susan rose to her knees, not taking her hands from his body, and worked her way backward so that his body was entirely free from restrictions except for the towel. With a sweeping motion, she quickly passed over the towel and clawed her way down the back of his thighs, stopping to make tiny circles at the back of his knees, then continued across the calves to his ankles.
Neil's breathing was deep and labored. Normally the sensation of her nails crossing twice lightly across the bottom of his feet would have tickled; but instead, it sent shocks through his bones to the center of his groin, nipping at the root of his restlessly stirring cock, opening the channels to allow the blood of excitement to begin its seeping into the fleshy membrane, giving rise to the beginning of a hard-on. Christ, his whole groin tingled as his prick began to slowly come to erection. His mind raced erratically between the erotic sensation in his groin and the light touch of her fingernails as they made their way more swiftly back up his legs, this time on the inner surface rather than the back. He anticipated the sensations that would suffuse his body as he imagined his towel being removed.
Susan leaned over the back of his legs as she ran her fingers toward their goal. She could see his cum-filled balls from beneath the towel. Her hands never stopped at the wet covering, but slid smoothly along his sweating skin under the tunnel and between his spreading legs. His half-hard member lay stretched out down between his legs, straining its head against the hot tile painfully awaiting release.
But instead of using her nails, Susan spread her hands on the insides of his thighs, stretching the tips of her fingers to the creases on either side of the base of his straining cock, her knuckles lightly caressing the sides of the rapidly growing flesh.
Neil Atherton raised himself slightly, and with an even pressure, she lifted her splayed hands up and around his sweating cheeks to pull the towel free and throw it to the tiles and before Susan could say turn over, he whipped himself up and around, freeing his tortured cock.
Leaning on one hand, he grabbed the top of her towel with the other and jerked it away from her body, exposing all of her lush, ripe nakedness in a single glance. They kept their eyes riveted on each other. Susan surveyed every glistening muscle on Neil's body while his eyes ravaged her huge tits, the curve of her waist and hips, and the dark bush of soft, wet pussy-hairs up between her legs.
With his free hand, Neil grabbed her behind the neck and brought her mouth to his, crushing her lips, forcing his tongue deep into her throat, probing at her own hardened tongue.
"Wait," she said, with a teasing smile curling her lips. "I'm not through with you yet. I want to suck your cock first, baby!"
Neil said nothing. The prospect of her soft, warm mouth wrapped around his throbbing prick gave him the will power to stop himself from taking her immediately. No chick had ever said what she had just said to him, and the lewd words excited him* even further. Silently, he lowered himself back, propping his body on both elbows so that he could hold his head up and watch her as she began. Susan's own legs spread wider so that she could straddle him. The pink lips of her cunt standing open, she knew she was torturing herself; but her mouth needed to be filled first so that her own passion and hunger would be totally satisfied when he would finally fuck it into her hot, juicy cunt.
Quickly, she wiped the water from her forehead as it streamed down from her slightly perspiring scalp. Her eyes stopped momentarily. Neil hadn't bothered to wipe the sweat from his own brow; and she reached across and wiped his forehead and face, knowing that the temporary delay would only further excite them both. She threw the towel to the side and lowered her head to his chest, twirling her tongue around one of his nipples, hungrily tasting the salt of his sweat.
Her nose followed her tongue's path across his belly, spreading a wake in the water dripping on his skin. She circled his navel, probing it twice; then swiftly moving down toward his groin, she took a mouthful of loose, lean skin and nipped it gently, sending a shooting pain in all directions. Instead of tightening his muscles and moving away, Neil relaxed even more and swooned in the pleasurable pain that permeated the deepest parts of his body.
Susan Marlowe loosened her grip slowly, the teeth parting to make way for her tongue, and lowered her head, her chin grazing tantalizingly along the trunk of his straining cock, as she ran her mouth to the hard thick base and spread his pubic hair with her nose. Then, turning her head sideways, she pressed her lips against the throbbing cock and kissed it at the base, sucking at the hotly pulsing veins that looked as if they were about to burst from his desire.
Neil could only see the auburn head hiding the show that was going on below. But his perceptions were obstructed only from his eyes. His other senses felt each move she made. Her tongue snaked its tip out from between her teeth and tested the pulsing hardness, pushing at its softness. Still supported on her hands, she raised her head slightly like a hungry kitten, licking slowly up and down with even, flowing movements.
Then, she lifted her weight to one hand and brought the other alongside her cheeks,. fondling his cum-filled balls, stretching the skin and cradling them gently in her hands. Her tongue reached the overhanging edge of the smooth rubbery head; with two quick strokes, she licked her way around the cock to the underside. The hardened tip found the fine line to the small hole on the tip of his cockhead and teased in and out of it like the tongue of a snake.
Neil could see her purse her lips behind the curtain of her hair as she kissed the rubbery tip of his cock, sucking air into her mouth and making a light low whistle with her lips. She lowered her head slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth a little wider, never taking her lips from the throbbing head. Slowly, ever so slowly, she enfolded her lips around the head of his cock until it was entirely enclosed within the moist warmth of her mouth.
Her tongue mixed with his seeping cock-juices, lubricating the smooth, hot tip. Neil leaned back on his elbows and lifted his ass off the floor, pushing his cock deeper up between her hungrily nibbling lips.
With her free hand she released his balls and slid her hand along the crevice between his ass to his asshole, rubbing her nail back and forth across the tiny, puckered ring, lubricating it with some spit.
Then, without warning, Susan Marlowe suddenly grunted, and thrust her finger deep in his asshole!
Neil jerked upward at the intrusion, shoving his cock completely into her mouth and deep into her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. Then, she began working her head up and down, sucking harder with each stroke, while she imitated the motion with her finger in his ass. The double rhythm threw him flat on his back. The mixed pain and pleasure was almost too much! He clenched and unclenched the cheeks of his ass in time with the rhythmic working of the hot, clasping mouth and the thrusting finger.
Stroking harder and harder, he felt a rising balloon of pressure building in his balls. It tingled with electric shocks, finding its way to his tubes, and like a bursting dam broke and rushed to the end of his cock.
�I�m cumming ..." he wailed. "I�m cuuummmiiiiiiiinnnnngggggg now!" With a jerking, spasmodic quake, he thrust his giant, exploding cock again and again into her mouth, flooding her open cavern with hot cum gushing deep into her throat.
"Mmmmnunmnnnnnnnnnn ... mmmmmmm ..." she moaned and swallowed voraciously, feeling it force its way down her gullet to her stomach, savoring every last drop.
But his passion still not fulfilled, he ripped his still-hard rod from her mouth, grabbed her by the shoulders, and turned her, pushing her to the floor of the bathroom, letting his body fall on top of her. He bit into her neck and thrust his body hard against hers, like a tomcat. She was ready and wet between the legs ... she didn't need to be prepared! He wanted to drive inside her with all his might and force himself voraciously into her naked cunt! A sudden sense of sadism came over him. He wanted to destroy this woman who had, in reality, reversed his role by seducing him; she had used him!
Susan's hips lifted to meet the cum-covered tip of his prick. Thin trails of cum ran down from the corner of her mouth. He opened his own mouth and drove his lips against hers, pushing his tongue deep into her throat, savoring the dry pungency of his own cock-juices still lining her mouth and full, lush lips.
Her hips groped for his cock, wanting him to find her nakedly glistening cunt and drive himself home. The tip brushed momentarily against the soft open lips. Then, with one grinding motion, he swirled his own hips, then slammed his pelvis hard down against hers, throwing the whole weight of his body behind his rushing cock. Though her nakedly gaping pussy had been open, anticipating his entry, it was not ready for the huge, lust swollen cock that hit so hard, almost ripping her open! His tremendous thrust, coupled with the huge size of his cock, sent pain searing through her whole body.
"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Oooooooooooohhhhh, stop, you're hurting me! You're hurting meeeee! Oh God, it's so big ... aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!"
But Neil paid no attention to her wailing, knowing full well that she didn't really want him to stop. He fucked again and again, driving her further to the boundaries of ecstasy. She felt as if he were a jackhammer driving her down like a stake into the hard, resisting tiles of the bathroom, tearing them relentlessly apart.
On the out-fuck she felt her legs twitch out wide in the air. On the down stroke they jerked in once again, and as he pulled out for another giant burst, every tingling nerve in her body centered itself at the center of her belly. He drove himself deeper, harder than ever, and the bomb exploded deep down in the muscles of her wildly contracting cunt. Susan jerked spasmodically, her whole body heaving upward.
�Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed as she came. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!" as she came again and again in a multiple cum, feeling her juices swirling around inside and mixing lewdly with his heated jism as he filled her a second time with the hot, boiling cock juices of his orgasm. He made no sound, but continued to jerk deep inside her another few seconds until he had emptied the last of his passion into the greedy cavern of her cunt.
They both lay silent in the bathroom. Susan felt absolutely complete with his weight on top of her and his deflated cock still enfolded within the walls of her still-throbbing pussy.
"That was one hell of a sucking you just gave me, lady, and man, was that little cunt of yours experienced -- it almost bit my prick right off"
Neil rose halfway and offered her his hands. She was too weak to raise her arms to him, so he bent to pick her up off the floor, walking her out the door to the outer room.
"I could use a drink," he told her. A bottle of rune was on the bar in the living room and he poured her a glass. She sat on the sofa, totally exhausted.
"Drink it," he said; "might perk you up a bit."
Susan took the liquid as he had ordered. His command was law now. He had satisfied her as even Kai could not. She held the glass to her lips. and watched the handsome man with newfound admiration as he drank.
Then, after a shower, the two finished off most of the bottle of rum and both put on some robes.
With one arm around his new lover, Neil Atherton started to the door and stepped outside for some air.
"Don't go yet," she said. "I think we both need a good sleep. My bedroom is at the end of the hall."
A minute later they both disrobed and fell onto the cool white sheets of her bed. They lay on their backs silently staring at the ceiling, their hands intertwined.
"That was a wild cum," she said after a while. A pack of cigarettes was by the bedside, and Susan tenderly handed him one, then lit it with her gold lighter. The late afternoon sun filtered through the white hand-woven drapes and mixed with the smoke from Neil's cigarette, the smoke curling toward the mirror on the ceiling, spreading like a blanket of fog over their reflection.
"It's like nothing before," he said aloud. "I'm surprised that we're still alive."
"Dear, I have a suggestion, though," she said, "one that should make it even better for both of us, if that's possible."
"It would take something unearthly to top that wild fuck," he said. "What do you have in mind, babe?"
"It will be different," she said. "I can promise you that. I have a wealthy friend, the one I told you about who owns the house near here. He often has luaus that are most entertaining. I don't want to tell you more than that now. If you want to know any more, you'll have to take me to his next one."
"Sure," Neil agreed, thrilled with the speed with which life was proving to be an adventure beyond his wildest dreams.
Chapter Five
Susan Marlowe had always been cock hungry, or at least she had been as far back as she could remember! Christ, as a kid even, she used to rub her hot little cunt up and down over the bedpost after her momma and daddy had kissed her goodnight and closed the door. They had never had any trouble with her, an only child, after night-night time ... in fact, Sue always remembered bedtime as her favorite time of the whole day! No way would she ever interrupt her deliciously thrilling pussy-rubbings, as she called them, for a dumb old glass of water! And, she hardly ever got scared at night, the only childhood nightmares that she could recall being the one when she and Danny-o and his two older brothers, JR and Timmy, were playing with her naked little pussy and got caught by old Moss Tanner in the barn. It was a wonderful "nightmare," one that she had often as a little girl, and she would always wake up in a hot sweat ... Mister Tanner used to do such horribly exciting things to her in, those dreams as punishment!
Always a clever child, Susan, like the handsome Kai Fulton she was to meet later, never accepted no for an answer to anything. She, like Kai, was a natural leader. A girl or boy never said no to her, either. Susan would always find a way to get that piece of chocolate from a schoolmate, a special award from a teacher without deserving it, the undivided attention and adoration of her peers and most adults who made up her little world.
The days grew into months, and the months into years, and the Marlowes' daughter into a beauty. Finally, in her eighteenth year, Durakton, Kansas, became too small for her. And her reputation as the town slut became too big. Susan knew she had to leave... it was that or die. A beautiful girl like her would surely stifle and shrink in such an atmosphere anyway!
Besides, her cock-hungry ways were killing her father. Martin Marlowe was a soft-spoken gentle man, who wanted nothing more out of life than to fill prescriptions, speak with his many customers at the drugstore, then go home and watch television. He was nothing more than a mild-mannered druggist who was able to tune-out the high-pitched shrills of his obsessively nagging wife and horny little ,daughter and enjoy Lawrence Welk.
In Susan's dreams, though, that was something different. He was no mouse, that was for sure. He would talk back to her mother. "You fucking slut! Suzie-doll can do anything she wants to do! And don't you dare make her get down on her knees and wipe out that oven ...!" Susan would always imagine her daddy yelling. Yes, in her dreams her father was a man, a real man, and would take no back talk from his wife or daughter.
One day, Susan walked out onto the freeway and got a ride with a man named Weiner. Just like that. She wasn't sure where she was going, she told him, so he suggested going to a motel. They did and had a wild time, and Susan had never regretted it. For it was through this man that Susan was able to get out to California and meet Dalton Thomas, the man who taught her anything she already didn't know about sex ... which by that time was very little. But poor Dalton, she soon tired of him when she met his best friend, Daniel.
To Susan, Daniel was godlike, and it didn't take long for the sexy, cock-worshipping redhead to fall head over heels in love with the wealthy playboy, although she wasn't quite sure how he felt about her. He seemed so aloof, so cold. He hardly ever talked to her, and would take none of her back talk ... Susan loved it. And they got to travel all over the world, places she had never dreamed she would go: Mexico, Hong Kong, London, Rome ... they were exciting times, exciting places, but she liked Daniel's villa on Oahu best of all. Little did she know that day they flew from Mexico City to that villa for a few weeks in the sun, that it would be her last visit.
She and Daniel had awakened in bed early in the morning, and, as usual, she was as horny as a bitch in heat. But her lover just wasn't in the mood and that made her angry.
"I won't have you being a bitch, Susan," he had said. "I don't want to fuck you right at this moment, and even if I did, I wouldn't because I do not like your attitude this morning," he added, then got out of bed, dressed, and left the villa. Susan had been furious, but decided to make the best of her predicament and went down on their private beach to sunbathe in her new bikini, trying to figure out Daniel, a task which she knew to be impossible. Why wouldn't he fuck her! And then she remembered the night before he had mentioned he had a meeting with some man in the yacht harbor that morning. That was it! It wasn't that he didn't want to fuck her ... he just wanted to be punctual, one of his obsessions. Well, why hadn't he said so, like any normal person? But Daniel wasn't a normal person, she knew. It was one of the qualities Susan found attractive about him. And she loved his games. It was just like him to make her suffer all day long, longing for the feel of a big, thick cock fucking up her horny cunt but uncertain if he would even fuck her when he returned, when he knew damned well he would!
Damn him anyway! Knowing Daniel, he would tie up his business at the yacht harbor, and then go into the club for a few drinks while he wiled away his time, knowing how eager her pussy was for his return! Well ... maybe this time, she would fool him! Maybe she could get a piece of cock before he came back, many hours from now, Susan thought hotly, as she noticed a young man walking down the beach with a surfboard under his arm.
And she did, too. It wasn't long before the two were talking on the sand like old friends. The young man's name. was Chuck, very good-looking, and friendly. And he seemed very eager to please.
"You sure are a beautiful woman, Susan. I've seen lots of out-of-sight chicks on the island, but you sure do take the cake," he said, staring at her huge titties. "Where do you live?"
"I'm staying at the villa up there," she pointed, glad he was starting to show more interest in her body now that he sensed what an easy pickup she would be. "With my boyfriend."
Chuck's face fell, but his eyes lit up with a lustful glint when she added that they had had a fight earlier that morning and she was horny as hell.
"That's too bad," he replied, suddenly slipping his strong young arm around her waist, hoping that his timing was right, still not quite sure that it was really happening ... and with no effort on his part!
Susan felt his arm and leaned against him, cupping her tits in both hands and mewling with pleasure, urging him on. Chuck sat silently, but he'd never run across a chick like her! He turned toward her, putting his other arm around her. "Quite a pair you've got there," he said, looking excitedly down at her tits.
Susan laughed and put one arm around his neck, crushing her mouth against his. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmmmmmmmm � mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred as she kissed him with all her strength. "You kiss like you've had quite a lot of experience." Then she said seriously, "Take me up to the villa, Chuck, and fuck my hot little pussy!"
Startled, the young man took the sudden turn in his usual laconic manner and returned her almost desperate kiss. Fresh out of high school, he was unaccustomed to girls taking the first step, though most of the ones he met were secretly eager to hop in the sack with him. Time to stop thinking, you fool! It was time to act with the impulsiveness of youth -- while he still had it!
The slight, but sinewy young man bent and picked the cock-hungry redhead up with a swift, easy motion, never taking his lips from hers. He carried Susan effortlessly as she rested her head on his shoulder, her cheek feeling the lean muscles ripple as he lifted her higher.
Chuck carried her up from the beach to the terrace. He felt his cock swelling hotly in his suit as he anticipated what was about to take place. God damn, but he couldn't wait to fuck this hot little piece of cunt! His prick was really getting harder than he'd ever remembered it having been before! He could feel it swelling in the crotch of his swimsuit, constrained by the elastic fabric, yearning to burst into the free air. And it rose too between the legs of the fiery little bitch he carried in his arms.
The slightly built young surfer carried her into the terrace. The tropical sun was high now, casting its brilliance across the sea, through the palms, and into the cooler shade, giving Chuck the strange feeling that they were not alone, that they were going to be watched by swaying trees and the unknown eyes of animals in the branches. His excitement grew as he thought, then felt, the chick in his arms. He leaned to put her on the floor, and fell on top of her, his knee burrowing its way between her widespread thighs. There was not the slightest resistance left in her body.
I�ll bet his cock is huge! she thought excitedly. Never had she felt so comfortable, yet so ready for the pain and the pleasure of sex. She bent her leg, bringing it against the heavy bulge in his skin-tight suit. Her long thighs pressed against the leg she had trapped. A rippled muscle answered her squeeze, telegraphing an urgent message to her own aching pussy. A flood of delicious warmth rushed from the walls of her loins, wetting the pink hair-lined lips between her legs and the smooth, soft, silken cunt-band of her panties.
A tangle of teeth, lips, and tongues fought a battle at their mouths, one biting, then probing with a tongue, withdrawing, sucking. Her tongue, hardened like a huge, erect cock, forced its way into his mouth; across the roof of one cheek, teasing at the wet lining then sliding across the front of his teeth, sending tingling electrical shocks through his lips and the flesh of his cheeks. Now, both of them fought for supremacy.
His hands roved over her body, rough and demanding, her hands grabbing at his chest, grasping his hard, taut muscles, making them react, spasmodically, involuntarily. Her long fingernails scratched their way in a single heavy stroke down his sides to his hardened belly, to surround the hardened dick-bulge in his swimsuit.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm ... ooooohhhhhhhhhh ... yesssssssssss," he gasped into the hungry young woman's eager moist ear, his tongue fucking in and out. "Take my cock out. Do it! Now! Take my prick out of my suit!"
"Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssss," she answered, her hands slipping his suit down, relieving finally the pressure on his hugely straining prick.
A spot of warm cock juice darkened his suit. A soft feminine hand, eager for something to hold, slid the elastic band and fastened itself to the base of his hotly throbbing hardness, sliding with eager ease down to the rigid, reddened tip. Lubricated by the warm, slippery juices at the head, her fingers massaged the smooth rubbery crown, sending sparkling electric flashes burning all the way up through the young man's more than eager loins.
"Hang ... on ... being on a sea..." he said, his breath strong, heaving like an animal. The pair stood up together. They got naked, their eyes devouring each other's bodies as their clothes fell hurriedly around their feet. Susan fumbled with the clasp of her bikini bra-top, then threw it off; her hugely quivering titties fell free, bouncing for a moment, swaying in the bright sunlight like two ripe melons, cratered by large areolas and lust hardened nipples. Then, sliding her panties down off her smoothly curved ass cheeks, Susan started to straighten up again, but in his sudden wild, animal passion, he gave her no chance.
Chuck grunted as he rushed at her with his head and hands, throwing her back onto the floor. But instead of following her, crushing her again with his own weight, the eager surf-bum forced her legs open wide and lowered his head onto her naked cunt, licking, kissing, and biting her hotly trembling cunt higher and higher. The red-haired beauty thrashed her head from side to side, "Oh, aaaaaaiiiiiii ... ooooohhhhhhhhhhh ... yeeeesssssss ... lick my cunt! Oh, Chuck, lick my hot, juicy cunt until it cums!" Susan moaned in lewd delight as his heated lips reached the pussy-juice-drenched cunt-hairs at the base of her thighs. His hardened tongue wiggled its way up the crevice on one side of the wetly throbbing slit of her pussy, making her belly quiver with lewd and shameless excitement, then slid down the other side, leaving her cunt-hole still wanting, yearning for the curled tongue to find its way to her steaming pussy depths.
Susan's fuzzy little cunt-lips hidden in the soft, wet forest flowered open, exposing the hidden treasure within that seemed to breathe like the mouth of a struggling fish, the muscles expanding and contracting rhythmically. Hesitating for a few seconds to heighten the intensity of the moment,-his hot tongue, a sexual instrument now, seemingly entirely free of any other act, moved closer to the flesh just below the hungrily nibbling little hole between her widely spread legs, then suddenly lashed out, spearing at the quivering flesh. Once, twice, then gently remaining in contact, slithering to the opening, swirling only a short way inside, teasing. Savoring the sweet cunt-juices that spilled over the straining dam of passion within, his tongue removed itself from the contracting little hole and searched its way higher, greedily seeking the erect, throbbing bud of her clitty.
"Oh, this is fantastic... ooooohhhhhhhhhhh ...!" she had whimpered, her pleas rolling from her lips in a voice that sounded distant and alien to her, one she had never known before. "Ooooohhhhhh, turn around, turn around! Let me suck your prick while you're licking my pussy!"
The young surfer, never losing contact with his lips between her legs, slithered hurriedly around until he could feel the coolness of her fingers closing around the hardness of his hotly pulsing cock. And then came the warm, wet contact of her lips as they slid hungrily over the hardened, lustfully jerking head.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh ... aaaaiiiiiiiiiii ... oooooooohhhhhh!" he groaned, feeling the moist, warm cavern of her mouth close around his throbbing prick as though she possessed another and more insatiable cunt than that grinding greedily around his own tongue and lips.
But the more strongly she sucked, the more strongly he fucked his cock into her mouth, fearing that its huge head might explode from its by now huge trunk. He felt his cock trying to suck back at her throat, running over the roof of her mouth, deep into the ravenous cavern of her warm, wet saliva. He himself teased the warmly perfumed layers of her cunt-lips, one side, then the other, sucking it deep into his own mouth, drawing and biting at the inflamed little button of her clitty as she writhed out of control beneath him.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhhhhhh ... aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii!" she moaned again and again, the great cock in her mouth stifling the sound. She cupped the cheeks of his lust-tautened ass cheeks with her hands, spreading them, allowing the cool air of the room to tease the rubbery opening of his asshole. Her fingers went gently up and down the open crevice, sending tantalizing electric shocks into his loins as she probed at his ass a little harder with her extended middle finger.
The naked young surfer took his cue and released her clit from between his teeth, sliding his tongue hungrily down between her open thighs to the contracting ring of her asshole, moistening the circular little mouth and wetly preparing it for a much greater assault. Then, he began to probe the brown, rubbery opening with his tongue, his mind whirling out of control as she sucked harder on his wildly jerking cock buried deep in her soft warm mouth. He hardened the tip of his tongue and thrust it deep into her anus as she screamed aloud and rammed her own middle finger far into his, sending him almost straight into the air with the sudden pain and pleasure of penetration.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh ... aaaaiiiiiiiii ...!" he moaned as she rotated her finger around obscenely inside his rectum and then started to crook it, spasmodically, against his prostrate gland from within. He felt the heat of a thousand suns burning through his entire body. Overcome entirely, he tore his huge, thick cock from her mouth, her sharp white teeth raking against it as the weapon sought free air. He jerked his asshole free of her finger, turned, picking her up with both arms, and threw her face down on the hard; cold tiles.
Automatically, she rose to a kneeling position, her hips resting on her knees and elbows. Kneeling behind her, the sex-crazed young man spread the cheeks of her ass with his thumbs, and positioned his hard, throbbing cock between the soft cheeks of her ass. "Relax!" he commanded. "I'm going to slip it in your asshole!"
"I can't, but fuck me there anyway! Split me! Anything, but just fuck me now, hard! Hard!!!"
He gave a slight jerk forward, probing against the tight, puckered opening, then, with a deep-throated grunt, thrust with all his might, shoving the throbbing prick deep, deep into the far recesses of her rectum.
She felt as if she had been split wide asunder back between her thighs. Her asshole was completely filled with his thickly pulsing prick. The moon's silver light was drowned by the red, yellow, and blue flashes slapping at her mind. The pain rose beyond all comprehension and then began to subside, leaving only the lewd, obscene pleasure filling her rear end. The rippled walls of her ass sensed an easing, then a slow, rhythmic pistoning of the trunk embedded deep between the rounded white moons of -her nakedly upraised ass cheeks.
Slowly, at first, then with quickening speed, his huge thick cock moved back and forth in the warm dark passage, opening by force the tight elastic channel a little wider each time it thrust into her.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiii ... oooaaaahhhhhhhooohhhhh!" she groaned and twisted beneath the lewd ass-fucking like an animal gone berserk. No one, not even her boyfriend, had ever fucked her with such wild abandon and lack of respect before; and somehow the obscene plundering of her asshole by this man she had never even seen before several hours ago strangely excited her and filled her with the lewd desire to feel his hot, liquid cum spewing deep up into the virginal depths of her ass. She felt filthy and used, used like a whore off the streets, and yet she wanted more, more of the final and ultimate humiliation of this strange man's warm gushing cock juices flooding into her.
Her naked ass slapped back at his thrusting loins, the flat smacking sounds of flesh beating against flesh resounding through the air as they crashed together. His cum-swollen balls swayed violently back and forth, bouncing off his thighs, then hers. A great swelling storm built deep within him, searching for a passageway in which to erupt. Building, scraping at the inside of his two crashing globes, the white-hot lava found the gate and shot through the open tubes deep within her ass. The cock juice exploded forth, pounding what seemed like gallons at a time from the gaping opening. "Aarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh, I�m cuuuumiiiing ... I�m cuuuuuiiiinnnnnnggggggggggg!" he moaned.
As. the hot, white lava spewed into her and filled her insides, Susan almost instantaneously felt a roaring torrent of blood flood the muscles of her belly, lift her ass back, then throw her forward like a snapping bullwhip. Again and again she jerked, her whole body erupting with the heat and light of an erupting volcano, blinding her to everything but the explosions within as she came in a wild cataclysmic cum she had never before experienced.
For nearly a minute they lay still, the young surfer's cock still fucked far up in her tightly clenching asshole. Their sweating bodies breathed in unison.
"What a fantastic fucking scene, Chuck. You're even better at ass-fucking than surfing."
It was Daniel. "Don't bother to get up," he said as he snapped on the light. "I'm not foolish enough to fight you, nor am I rational enough to shoot you. Let yourself out the back door. I'll see you when you're dressed, Susan." Without another word he closed the terrace door and walked downstairs.
Well, at least there wasn't a scene, Chuck thought as he dressed. Both of them had jumped up as soon as the terrace door had closed. They said nothing as they dressed. Chuck put his sandals on as Susan walked into the house to prepare herself to meet her ex-boyfriend. Chuck finished pulling his suit on and let himself out the door. He never saw her again.
Oh, shit, what have I done? Susan thought as she tried to arrange her hair in-the bathroom. He's probably going to throw me out, if I know Daniel. But why is he so calm about it? Susan stood, looked in the mirror, then with all the courage she could muster, walked to the door, snapped off the light, and stepped into the by-now darkened hallway. The living room was lit only by the light from the rising moon. Carefully, she walked down the steps, watching her wealthy boyfriend rubbing his cock through his pants!
"Your drink is on the table," he said, not turning to look at her.
Susan obediently crossed the room and picked up a glass. Her boyfriend lifted his drink from the mantle and turned. "To our relationship. This is the last drink we'll be sharing."
The wealthy man made arrangements for her to move from his mansion, while his unfaithful girlfriend sipped at the last drink she would share with the man she had loved so much and hoped to marry.
Daniel Wallace's pride could not allow him to keep her, nor would his heart. It would be impossible for a Wallace to be cuckolded. It just didn't happen.
"Pack your things, tomorrow," he said, breaking the silence. "Hanuah will arrange for a place for you to stay. You can contact your bank. I will deposit ten thousand dollars and you will never try to contact me in any way. I never want to see you or hear your name again. Do you understand, my dear Susan?"
"But, Daniel ..."
"There's nothing to discuss. I've known about these little affairs of yours for some time; but I didn't think you'd show the poor taste to pick up a surf bum and then bring him to my house. You should have stuck to the alleys in Honolulu. Now finish your drink and go to bed."
Susan had been dismissed without a chance to say a word. She had been sent from the room, from his beautiful home, and from a year of wealth and love, of perhaps a lifetime of it in ten minutes. She climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door, staring at the bed -- the bed that had been her ultimate weakness.
A few days later, she sat in a Honolulu bar, not particularly sad, not particularly happy. The bartender had poured her another Mai Tai, her fifth, and had set it softly in front of her.
Kai Fulton was sitting one seat down from her, and had been watching the pretty young woman get slowly drunk. She didn't, however, appear sorrowful; she seemed void of feeling. Her look gave the impression of deep thought, but not self-pity, not despair.
When Kai offered to buy her a drink, he saw a nicely rounded thigh, exposed by Susan's short skirt. He still sat on the corner stool and ordered another straight Coke. When she nodded her head, he ordered her a drink, too. He knew this one was going to be a very easy pickup, indeed.
"Are you from around here?" he asked her.
"Yes, I am, and thanks for the drink," she replied. "How about you? You look like a native."
"How right you are, pretty lady. But your accent ... sounds Mid-Western. Lived here long?"
"Only about a week ... or maybe a month all together. I've been traveling around quite a lot with my boyfriend ... I should say, my ex-boyfriend, the stuck-up bastard."
"I see," Kai replied, totally delighted with the beautiful woman's response. "What did he do; sounds like you're quite bitter."
"Yeah, I guess you could call me bitter," Susan answered, and took a long sip from the drink the bartender had just placed on the bar in front of her.
Kai knew he didn't have to pull any punches with this one. She was about as tough as they came, and ripe for the picking.
"What'd he do, fuck you in the ass?" he asked, anticipating the shock in her face. But her expression didn't change.
"Wish he had ... I love that!" she replied. "No, he kicked me out of his place. I was fucking some young surfer and he caught us together. Was a bad scene."
"That's too bad ... er ...?"
"Susan. Susan Marlowe."
"Very pleased to meet you, Susan Marlowe. My name is Kai Fulton, and I think I know just the thing to cheer you up."
Susan looked up from her drink into his eyes. They were so dark, and their lewd twinkle made her pussy start to burn with desire.
"Oh?" She smiled at him, already knowing what he was going to suggest, and thrilled with the idea. After all, she hadn't been fucked by a cock now for at least a couple of days!
"How about coming to my villa. It's just outside Honolulu."
"You have a deal," she answered.
And from then on they had been friends ... very intimate, best friends!
Chapter Six
"Ohhhhhh ... mmmmmmmmmmm ... ohhh, yes, fuck me just like that, Stoney ... ram your big hard cock deep up my pussssyyyyyy ... ooohhhhhhh!" Tammy Astor-Smith groaned hotly. The beautiful young blonde was writhing in the strange bed dreaming about her experienced ex-lover back in Los Angeles. And then, something filtered through her consciousness -- a noise from somewhere far off. Suddenly, Stoney wasn't fucking her any longer, and she was in a void.
But her eyes refused to open, and she tried to focus her mind on where she was -- certainly not fucking like a wild cat in bed with the, handsome mechanic. Then, gradually Kai Fulton's blurred image on the beach came into view. Her mind raced through the happenings of the afternoon: drinking rum, almost drowning, being saved by the stranger with the huge bulge in his swimsuit ... yesss ... she remembered telling him afterward all about Stoney's obscene sexual practice that he had indulged in behind her back and how understanding he had been. She must have been drunk!
"Oh, God ... where am I? I must have passed out!" Suddenly, her eyes flew open and Tammy looked to where she had heard the noise. A beautiful Hawaiian girl stood looking down at her from across the room. Her hair fell around her dark bare shoulders, almost to the tray she held waist high, shielding her huge tits from view. Her slender waist curved out to perfect hips, covered by a brief, very tight wrap-around skirt. Her shapely legs were dotted by shining beads of water.
"I am Leia, Kai's servant," the young girl said as she walked across the room to the large bed. "I know I don't look much like a servant in this outfit, but I was swimming when Kai told me to bring you a drink and see if you were awake. How are you?"
Tammy stared at the girl as she poured the chilled beverage from a pitcher into a glass. She could see that Leia wore no top, and her black hair did not conceal the perfectly round circles that tipped her huge brown tits. My God! Tammy thought. What kind of man is Kai? I wouldn't think that he would be the type to keep half-naked girls around to play with! Stoney would -- and probably David -- but not Kai!
Lei smiled and handed the full glass to the questioning blonde on the bed. "You must be tired," she said. "I heard about your almost drowning. Thank God Kai was there."
"Yes ..." was all Tammy could say. She was still half-asleep, and her imagination placed Leia and Kai on the tarpan in Stoney's garage, fucking in all different ways with her ex-lover. She sipped the juice -- it tasted like pineapple, and was delicious. Then, she shook her head, trying to throw the awful thought of Stoney, Leia, and the handsome Hawaiian who had become her confidant out of her mind.
"No, no," she said aloud, trying to dismiss her thoughts; but she could think of nothing else to replace them. "Oh, what's happening to me?" she wailed, and threw herself onto the pillow, beating it with her fists, unable to construct any thought picture other than the frightful one in Stoney's gas station. Colors flashed through her mind nightmarishly in a psychedelic strobe like pattern and she thought for a moment that she was losing her sanity.
Tammy felt the girl's weight shift her balance on the bed. Leia put her hands on Tammy's bare back. It was the first time the weeping girl realized that she was naked beneath the sheets. Had Leia undressed her, or was it Kai? At last she thought of him alone. She saw him kneeling on the bed removing her clothing, looking at her with lust-filled eyes, the same eyes Stoney displayed when he used to undress her.
"Please don't cry. You are safe here," Leia said, bringing Tammy back to reality again. "Let me give you a massage. It will calm you. You are much too tense to enjoy yourself at the luau tonight.
"Luau?"
"Oh, yes. Kai is giving it -- a small one in your honor. Some of his friends have already arrived. It's nearly seven, you know. You've had a nice nap."
Tammy heard the girl's voice, but felt in no condition to go to a luau, especially one given in her honor. Kai was truly thoughtful, though. He probably decided to have a luau to bring her out of her mood. Maybe she would-be all right, if she could take a shower and fix her makeup.
The young Hawaiian girl's hands slid up and back. Tammy imagined Kai's hands kneading the light, smooth muscles that were so tense. A tingle passed from the hands through her skin and into her spine, sending a chill down her back and into her naked ass cheeks. She clenched her cheeks together, trying to force the tingle back to its origin. She knew she shouldn't feel that kind of pleasure from another girl's touch, but she was!
Her pussy was starting to burn. God, she was horny! And it kept getting even hotter, electric tingles shooting through her cunt each time she was touched by the lovely Leia.
Though she willed the tingling to cease, Tammy couldn't control its movement. Like small ripples at first, it ran over her body on the surface of her skin, leaving no wake, only another ripple to follow. Leia's hands guided the small waves gently, changing their origin from Tammy's shoulders to her back, to her naked ass.
"Oooohhhhhh, stop it!" Tammy wanted to cry out, but her mouth would not respond. What�s going on? she thought. She shook her head, trying to tell Leia that this was wrong, that no girl is to touch another like that, but when her head moved involuntarily from side to side, it seemed to be in slow motion, sending stronger and stronger shock waves from her neck over the spine to the hands stroking the cheeks of her soft, smoothly curved ass.
Oh no, she thought again, oh my dear God, she now muttered as each wave rose and fell across her body, going deeper and deeper, far beneath the skin. She could feel her pussy, hot and moist, aching for stimulation.
A small drop of cunt juice seeped from her pussy, the very center of her awareness, dampening her soft cunt-hairs and trailing a small wet spot on the bed. Golly, she didn't want the girl to stop now, her pussy was way too hot!
Each stroke of Leia's hands, as they pushed and pulled at the smoothness of her skin, built a strange, all-encompassing yearning deep between her legs.
The Hawaiian girl's dark skin contrasted with Tammy's pale leg as she straddled one leg. Her pink nails scratched their way to the young blonde's thighs, tantalizing the white skin as it crossed the almost imperceptible line which her tiny bikini had left after many summer afternoons last year with Stoney at Malibu.
Leila leaned and kissed the tormented girl on the back, her huge full titties brushing against the excited cheeks of Tammy's writhing ass.
The young Hawaiian's nipples reacted to the touch, standing suddenly erect. She marveled that she too had become slightly excited by the treatment she was giving the strange Tammy. She could feel her own little pussy become hot and wet as she stroked and kissed the warm, nakedly squirming body beneath her.
Kai had told her to give Tammy a fruit punch, then a massage to prepare her for tonight. She had become expert during the last few years at pleasing both men and women, but Kai had never fucked her. He had not even allowed her to fuck more than once a week, wanting her to be hot and ready to please his friends at his wild luaus. Sometimes she would go crazy with desire; yet she loved him and would do anything he asked of her, even when he made her suffer.
Tammy's cunt was on fire. Her teeth clenched at the looseness of the pillow, biting and tearing at the sheets, needing to be relieved now. She no longer cared about who the hands belonged to. The fingernails that played down between her legs and teased the lips of her blondly curling, dripping pussy could belong to anyone. She didn't care. Her pussy was too hot, and it had been so long since ,it had been fucked!
Then suddenly, she felt a second pair of hands on her thighs, a second pair of lips kiss one of her naked ass cheeks, first one, then the other. Not sure what was happening, nor really caring at this moment, she didn't turn to look. All her energies were directed to moving her ass in rhythm with the hands at her hotly aching cunt. They were still teasing . at the soft pink pussy-lips, caressing them lightly one at a time and then together.
Then, the other pair of legs straddled her other leg and the first pair removed themselves from her. The second legs were hairy and much heavier. As the new lips widened, allowing a moist tongue to snake its tip of Tammy's skin, she felt the weight of two huge balls brush their way across the back of her thigh to the soft, wet split between her ass, following their owner's weight as his lips nibbled higher and higher up her back.
Kai had dismissed Leia as he had done so many times before. The time was right for the blonde beneath him. Leia stood by the door for some minutes, her right hand up inside her skirt, teasing her tingling clitty. In a moment she must go; but until then she could excite her pussy, then hide and finger fuck herself until she came. "
All day long, when he had first met this girl named Tammy, he had been horny for her, and now he knew the time had come. He could feel the static electricity of the satin sheets raise the hair on his legs. The long black hairs that curled down from his balls connected with Tammy's naked body like high-voltage wires, sending fire into his balls and out to the head of his thickly pulsing cock.
The entire scene was viewed behind a two-way mirror in the next room. Neil Atherton's eyes were glued to the mirror, unable to move from the two naked bodies that were tormenting each other on the bed. The liquor he had drunk before had slowed all movement, giving the lovemaking a macabre slow motion effect. Susan sat next to him on the grass mat, smiling at his reaction and watching the large mirror, building fires deep within her hot-to-fuck pussy, but not touching the enormous erection building in Neil's white cotton pants.
Kai Fulton kneaded at the flesh on Tammy's left ass cheek, the other cheek contracting as his hand squeezed and hurt the girl. He released his grip, sliding his hand around the half-moon of her ass, and inserted all four fingers between he thighs, resting them against the open lips of her wet cunt, fingers joined together in a tight group. Then, without warning, he drew his hand back and slapped her hotly throbbing pussy between her widespread legs, then brought his hand away and slapped the red welt that was left on her right cheek where he had grabbed her.
"Oh, oh," she gasped, the pain searing through her already sore behind, the pain not too intense, but still sending shivers through the lower half of her body. And then, Kai spanked her again, harder.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered. Tammy obeyed, not quite fast enough to please Kai Fulton, but not slow enough to anger him. She raised her naked ass high, supporting herself on knees and elbows, her head hanging loosely between her arms. Her kneeling body swayed limply from side to side as Kai slapped her time and again, with increasing savageness. But the pain was not pain to the hot young blonde. Each resounding slap seemed to reverberate against the inner walls of the fiery cunt, only heightening her obscene excitement.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... harder," she cried. "Harder. Spank my naked ass harder!"
He slapped her, again, this time between her widespread thighs, the tips of his fingers at the exposed, erected clitty.
"Aaarrnrrggggghhhhhhhh, ocooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed as the pain pounded like a hammer on an anvil on the sensitive pink flesh between her legs, each blow rocking her forward on to her desire -- contorted face. Each time she would push with her elbows, repositioning her ass high above her knees, just in time to meet the next blow as she rocked forward, burying her head into the mattress, then she rocked backward again to meet the torturing hand.
The exquisite pleasure of so much pain built a well inside her, filling higher with each blow. She was on the brink of cumming!
"Oh, please," she screamed, her voice punctuated with a resounding slap. "Don't hit me again! Just fuck me! Please, fuck me now! Now fuck my hot pussy!"
But the Hawaiian ignored her pleas as he knelt on the bed beside her swaying ass. His glazed eyes could not take themselves from the red, nakedly quivering cheeks. He lifted his hand high above her head, knowing that she was ready for the final blow, and hit her with all his strength.
A sharp thunder clap exploded in the room as his open hand hit her open defenseless ass. The force knocked the girl off the bed onto the floor; and the well of fiery water inside her disintegrated, its tumbling bricks blowing in all directions, pounding against her insides. Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her body arched upward as she climaxed. "I'm cuuuuuuummmmifnnnnnngggggg!" she screamed in one long animal howl. "Oh God, I'm cummmmmingggg!"
For a moment she lay horizontally against the wall, breathing heavily. She had never experienced such a cum, such pleasure and at the same time such pain. But instead of hurting, the pain at her rear only kept her high on a floating plane of sexual excitement. She was ready for more and wanted to be fucked as she had never wanted to be fucked before!
Kai rose, took two steps toward her, and ordered, "Stand UP!"
His cock, huge and throbbing, stood out from his body arching upward and jerking uncontrollably with lust.. He reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to her feet like he might lift a sheet crumpled on the floor and flung her onto the other side of the room. Tammy rolled over on her back on the floor, to stare up at the man .coming toward her like a sex-maniac, throwing his weight over her entire body.
He started to fuck his thick cock into the opening of her naked little cunt-hole, but changed his mind. He raised himself to his knees, straddling her body and crawling up over her stomach, setting his ass on her belly, his cum-filled balls resting on her- smooth white skin and his white-hot cock jutting between her huge, sensuous titties.
Then, he reached to the sides of her breasts, and brought them upright, to their fullest peak and closed them around his cock, exposing the hot, throbbing head toward her gaping eyes. Her nipples stood straight and tall, excited at the touch of his thumbs, brushing lightly across the tips.
He rolled her tits slightly, at the same time pushing his hips back and forth, the, red crown of his cock appearing and disappearing in the flesh of her tightly held breasts. Drops of white-hot cock juice dripped on her chest. Her eyes anxiously waited for the tip to reappear each time as she tilted her head up off the floor, wanting the huge prick inside her, wanting him to put it in her, anywhere! God, she couldn't wait!
His rubbing hands let go of her huge tits as he stroked back. They fell slightly apart, though still firm and hard. His sensuously dangling balls suspended for a moment, then lifted themselves slightly up and down as he involuntarily flexed his stomach muscles. The swollen organ came forward toward her salivating mouth like a crawling snake, cruelly, relentlessly. Her eyes bulged, the desire to suck it rippling through her passion-crazed mind. She moaned and opened her mouth wide, her lips barely covering her teeth.
Tammy bent her head forward an inch and snaked out her tongue to taste the sweet pungent liquid seeping from its tip.
"Oh, Kai, I want it fucking deep down in my throat," she moaned helplessly. "I want to swallow it."
Her lips parted, exposing two rows of perfect white teeth, and with a singular motion, they closed around the hard, throbbing cock head just back from the tip. She bit lightly, once, twice, nibbling greedily at the smooth, rubbery flesh. Then she released her grip and pulled back, allowing her soft, wet lips to take over the job of tantalizing the man straddling her chest.
Kai Fulton leaned forward, his hands on either side of her head, his mouth open, hot air passing from deep within his lungs. Her full, sensuous lips nibbled at it, and white-hot razor blades raked through his throbbing cock, burning deep into his cum-swollen balls.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... lick it ... ooooohhhhh ... aaaahhhhhhhh!" he groaned aloud; and then with a gasp, he pushed his cock deep into her throat, choking the sucking blonde for a moment.
Tammy tried to gasp for air, unable to cope with the deeper intrustion into her throat, but with the fire burning inside her, she suddenly found the mass of hot, pulsing cock in her mouth pleasurable and sucked at it hungrily in spite of the difficulty in breathing.
Kai, sensing her discomfort, pulled back, relieving the pressure in her throat, then gently he pressed back again into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. "Ooooohhhhhhhh ... mmmmmnnnnnnnn!" she moaned crazily and began to move her head in a steady back-and-forth rhythm. She cupped the cheeks of his ass with her hands and pulled him toward her as she pushed her head toward the giant cock in her mouth, each movement more desperate and forceful. Faster and faster she bobbed her head, sucking at the huge, lip-stretching cock, her hands slapping at his ass, trying to keep up with her wildly sucking mouth.
In a frenzy the two animals jerked at each other, trying to speed what was coming. Two invisible hands grasped at the insides of Kai's balls, closing into fists for a moment; then without warning, opening viciously, spreading their fingers, bursting the prison of passion, and freeing the white-hot jism from within, shooting it through the base of his cock to the tip and spewing out into the wet, sucking cavern of her mouth.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhh!" he screamed as the white-hot cum shot again and again through his cock. "Aaaaaiiiiii ... ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... aaaiiiiiiii!"
The bittersweet juices poured into her mouth, spurting deep into her open throat. She sucked and swallowed voraciously trying to force every drop into her mouth as he continued to stroke in and out viciously, her teeth teasing at the overheated, sensitive skin. She could taste his delicious cum, the flavor intensifying her desire. She wanted every last drop to fill her, to drown her deep down in her belly. There was nothing else in the world but that driving hunger torturing her there ... she wanted to drink every last drop!
Totally exhausted, Kai fell forward onto the floor, his cock deflating slowly in her mouth, his empty balls resting beneath her cum-smeared chin. Tammy continued to suck on the deflating prick, sucking it clean with her tongue, biting lightly, her lust-aroused cunt still burning hotly, needing a release.
"That's enough," he said between breaths. "We shall go on in a minute. We're going downstairs to the luau."
"No, please, not yet!" she said. "Please fuck me now! I need it! I need it! My pussy is on fire!"
With a flash, Kai sat up and slapped her. "Don't ever tell me I must do anything! You'll do as I say. You'll get fucked all right, but when I'm good and ready. And I will be when we join the others."
"No, you won't," she whimpered, "not with other people in the room, for God's sake."
"Not only in the room, but watching, just as they have been behind that mirror," he said, pointing to the wall on the other side of the room.
"Oh, Kai, how could you?" she moaned.
"It was easy; besides, it doesn't matter. You enjoyed it and you'll enjoy it more," he said, slapping her thigh, throwing a tingling back into her hot, juicy cunt. He was worse than Stoney!
"What ... what are you planning to do, and who are these people?" she asked fearfully.
"We're planning to give you pleasure, my sweet. And you will like my guests. Two of them have arrived already."
"Two ...?"
"Yes, a lovely woman named Susan. My, she is an exciting and very excitable piece of pussy. We've known one another for quite a long time now."
"... and?" Tammy asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"And a very handsome young man by the name of Neil. He's Susan's lover. You'll love his cock. Susan says it's most enjoyable."
"I ... I think I'd better leave, Kai. I'm not used to this type of thing!" the naked young blonde pleaded, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Have you forgotten about how hot your pussy is, already, my dear?" he teased. "I thought it was just dying to be fucked!"
Kai was right. She couldn't understand how she could be so damned horny at a time like this! And her head was spinning so!
Inside the house Kai led the young blonde girl from the room down the stairs. Tammy started to pass out, and he caught her and eased her to the floor.
"Come on, babe, come on!" he muttered under his breath while the near-naked Leia grabbed Tammy's bathing suit panties and pulled them quickly on. Leia's ripe, sensuous body glistened with sweat and she moved as quickly as possible, though her movements were slow for such a lean, strong young woman, but she was exhausted from all her pussy-teasings!
After leaving Kai and Tammy alone, Leia had run outside, her hand still tickling her hot little clitty, and had worked her pussy into a frenzy, finger-fucking it to a wild cum! For the last half-hour, she had lain naked and panting on the terrace outside, unable to do anything but breathe until Kai had called for her. When he did, she ran inside to the kitchen, made a pitcher of a very potent drink, being careful not to spill any, took a few sips, and ran back upstairs to get in on the action.
"Fucking chick, move your ass!" Kai stared at her as she handed him the glass. "Christ, we have to give her more now, or it will be impossible for the hot little cunt to go on! Here, take this," he said after pouring a full glass into the naked blonde's mouth. "Help me get her to her feet and down onto the beach!"
Leia, nearly naked and trembling with passion, helped Kai Fulton and her fantasy lover lift the wealthy young blonde to her feet. The delicious spiked juice was beginning to take effect, and she was regaining her strength. One by one they walked down the stairs. Tammy felt her consciousness returning, but recognized that she was still burning inside, that she still had that wild, burning sensation deep in her hot little cunt ...
Golly, her pussy was so hot!
Kai wore only his shorts and Tammy yanked them from his body as he half-carried her down the stairs. She dropped to her knees, grabbing his deflated prick in her hands and sucking it into her mouth, making low, moaning sounds.
But he shook her by the shoulders and forced her to let go.
"Not yet, wahini! Wait until we get to the luau."
Tammy Astor-Smith tried to obey, but her passion had complete control over her. Even Kai's foreboding tone commanding obedience could not force her to stop grappling for his delicious cock with her fingers. She put one hand between her legs to feel her pussy and to try to relieve herself, her own touch filling her with erotic shocks of pleasure.
"I said stop it! No touching my prick!" Kai slapped her hard across her face, raising an immediate welt under one eye. The pain turned quickly to pleasure, but the force of the blow instructed her to cease for a moment, and the look in his eye told her to obey, ox else. Then, when they reached the bottom of the stairs, she was able to walk on her own. Kai strode behind her, his arm around the passionate Leia. Shit, he knew what the chick had been doing. He had watched through the peep-holes that covered every strategic room in the fucking place. He had known when he had met her that in a few weeks she would be ripe and ready enough to be his slave for aE long as he wished, once she experienced the pleasure and pain he would give her.
As they neared the door leading out to the private beach, there was a knock on the front door.
"Take her outside," Kai told Leia, "and introduce her to everyone. Then, darling, if you�re horny, you do have my permission to finger that hot little cunt of yours."
He crossed the room to a chair and picked up a yellow silk wrap. Putting it around his waist, he picked up a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and straightened his hair in the hall mirror as another few knocks sounded. He opened the door.
"Yes?"
"Hello. Is Kai Fulton here?"
"Yes, I'm Kai Fulton."
"I'm David, a good friend of a chick named Tammy. She's blonde, about five-foot-four, and real big tits. I was told that you throw a lot of parties, and was wondering if she's ever been to one?"
"Oh, yes, I do know her. Haven't seen her for a couple of days," the handsome Kai Fulton told David.
David believed the darkly handsome young man standing at the door. His manner was soft and polite, not at all like he had imagined. He was looking past Kai into the house, just to get a glimpse of the layout. Obviously the guy was wealthy, and he had good taste; David could see an original Gauguin hanging on the far wall.
"Did she say where she was staying?" he asked, hearing some sounds corning from inside.
Kai told him that she had been around to a few of his bashes, but as far as he knew, the chick was in Honolulu soaking up some sun on Waikiki beach.
David smiled, thanked Kai, and left, the door closing quickly behind him. Something was wrong here. Suddenly, he didn't like the Fulton man. The dude was just too smooth; could Tammy possibly be in his house?
David drove the silver XKE Jaguar he had rented at the airport in Honolulu carefully around the circular driveway and out the wide gate, hoping to find some clue. He steered the Jaguar along the road and drove a ways down, to make it look to whomever was watching as if he were leaving. Then he could come back along the road without his lights. The bright moon lit the road, illuminating the lush tropical greenery that stood guard along the sides, guiding his way.
There were some real crazy fuckers around, and David Whittington wanted to make damned sure Kai Fulton wasn't one of them -- if Tammy were there, which he was pretty sure was the case. Now, if the hot little blonde was there and liked his company, that was different. If what the guy at Davey Jones' Locker had said was true about this turkey, if he really did hold wild orgies all the time, and Tammy was having the time of her young life, the case would be different. Maybe she had grown up after all!
David sighed, very glad that he had come over to Honolulu. Life was getting awfully dull in Beverly Hills, even though he always got his share of pussy. Mary Lou had been a great piece, too. In fact, it had been the pretty blonde who spurred him on to make his decision to fly over to find Tammy. The girl had looked so much like the young woman he realized he was in love with, and David, after fucking Mary Lou, decided to do something positive for a change. Maybe Tammy felt the same way about him. Whether or not she did or didn't, David had already made his decision. He would find out.
As he waited, David lit a cigarette with the gold lighter Tammy had given him for his birthday when she had first come out to California, and sat back, thinking about his wild time with Mary Lou.. Poor chick probably thought he had been crazy fucking her from behind like that as she bent over the net of his tennis court. Naturally, she loved it, every single minute of it, with her little white panties pulled down. The chick was a tennis pro, and they had a deal. Whoever lost the match would get fucked, right there on the court over the net. Naturally, she couldn't fuck him, so they had hit upon the idea of him standing on one side of the court while she knelt on the other, sucking his cock. What a kick she was, too! The chick, he was certain, could beat the pants off him in a game, but most of the time she lost. David had the sneeking feeling she did it -- losing the game -- all the time on purpose. It just seemed like the chick of his couldn't get enough cock!
Sitting back in his seat in his car parked along the dark roadside, David Whittington smiled to himself. It had been while she was cumming, her tight little cunt-walls gripping his prick like a vise, that he had realized he had to see Tammy. Sure, he would have to give up girls like Mary Lou, for the time being at least, while he re-educated Tammy, but what the hell. He was sure the pretty young blonde would come around to his way of thinking soon. At least he hoped she would!
David Whittington sighed, and could feel his cock beginning to swell in his pants. Wouldn't it be great if Tammy would come back from her little vacation here in Hawaii; and live with him in his house in Beverly Hills? What a fantastic time they would have together. David could just imagine he and Tammv fucking in the pool, playing tennis on his private court all naked. Man, would he ever get a kick out of her calling "Fuck" like Mary Lou always did when she'd won a match! Naturally, he'd let Tammy win ...
David looked down at the illuminated dial of his wristwatch, snuffed his cigarette out in the ashtray, and started the car up. He'd spent enough time daydreaming about Tammy Astor-Smith's hot little pussy. If his hunch was right, he might just be able to see it in action ...
Chapter Seven
Kai Fulton was very pleased with himself. How lucky he was to have found friends like Susan Marlowe and her lover that she acted so crazy about, Neil Atherton ... of course, he had many more friends just like them, all willing, hot, and eager to suck, lick, and fuck all day and night long!
As he started toward the small, semi-enclosed beach that led out from his large, richly decorated living room, Kai could feel his cock hardening in his pants. Glancing at his wristwatch, he decided that Richard Kaluma should be arriving in an hour, plenty of time to get their little luau going full swing. Richard Kaluma was a real kick!
"Want more pussy?" he said to the pair sitting on the mat outside. Neil watched Kai come out of the home, smiling. He walked to the bar and poured himself another glass of rum, downed it in one swallow, then poured three more for his guests. Susan Marlowe smiled at her friend and put an arm around Neil's shoulder, turning her face toward his.
"Ho, ho, ho, you just finished another bottle of rum," she said in a low voice, trying to imitate a pirate, but unable to conceal her laughter at what she considered an amusing joke. Neil smiled, still horny from fucking Susan's hot little cunt. If I feel like creaming now, he thought, what will I feel like when the "luau" really gets started?
Their drinks looked almost gray in the glare of the green outdoor lights. Susan poised the glass at his lips, whisking his hands away as he started to take it himself.
"Let me do it," she said. "I'll take good care of you tonight, all the way, baby."
She banged the glass accidentally into his teeth with a clink, spilling a few drops on his chin, and before he could reach for a handkerchief, she had pulled the glass away and licked his chin clean. Though he had shaved and readied himself for the luau only three hours before, his beard had already started to grow again, the stubble roughly scraping against the wet roughness of her tongue, leaving an uneven pattern on its coated surface.
At the outdoor bar, Kai sat high atop a stool, watching the Atherton guy and Susan prepare for their next encounter. He was never jealous of Susan and the dudes she brought with her, knowing that she would always come back to him when she wanted real pleasure. It was as if each time she brought a man to one of his sex feasts, she was performing for his benefit, rehearsing for the next time Kai would call her to spread her legs wide.
Lying on some blankets nearby, Tammy stared into her drink, the light filtering the liquid. Then she noticed a tiny light show in the crystal facets of the glass and she thought how very beautiful it was. Some time soon she would have to take another vacation in Hawaii ... it was so beautiful -- and exciting! But the young blonde's mind slowly returned to more immediate concerns. She looked over occasionally at the pair on the mat who seemed unaware that anyone was watching, though they obviously knew it ... it only increased their excitement!
Tammy, afraid to move, thinking she might be slapped again, was breathing as quietly as possible. She was an obedient animal, trapped into something that gave her more pleasure than she had ever experienced, but something that she knew was wrong, that she had been forced to submit to. Her degradation and shame were nearly complete in her living cage. She had been exploited in the grossest manner, her body a mere instrument for the Hawaiian Kai Fulton's neurotic pleasure, his pleasure with no thought for her own burning desires!
But strangest of all was the fact that she enjoyed it all. There seemed to be no explanation for her outrageous sexual hunger. Her memory had not failed her. She knew what she had done a little while ago. The thought of grabbing Kai's soft cock and sucking it into her mouth produced a silent sob of shame in her mind; but at the same time, she felt a sharp sensation flash between her legs at the thought of sucking his prick again!
A single note from a guitar broke the silence in the night, followed by another. Kai had turned on the music, carefully selecting a solo that would start softly and build to a passionate crescendo. It was Susan's signal to start her work on the young man now lying on the mat!
Slowly, at first, the music played a light melody on his temples. He watched excitedly as Susan reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Her hands returned to her front, and, with a smooth, even motion, she reached to her shoulders and pulled the fabric free to her waist. As usual, she wore no bra to hinder her tits. They were as strong, as firm, and as big as the day she turned eighteen. She had no tan lines now, the privacy of her home affording her the opportunity to sunbathe naked whenever she desired. Her taut nipples welled and jutted from the dark circles of their areolas as if they had been placed there as an afterthought. She released the dress at her waist, still sitting, and brought her hands with fingers spread wide, up her delicious curves, over her ribcage and around the fullness of her huge tits. Her thumbs moved round and round over the sides, then tantalizingly slipped over her hardened nipples which popped upright as her thumbs crushed, then released them.
Susan Marlowe reveled for a moment in her own world, her caresses giving her the the touch that she alone knew she wanted at the moment. Neil Atherton, watching, reached for her with his hands, but she backed away. "Not with your hands tonight," she said, "not with your hands, baby."
Neil held them aloft for a moment, trying to comprehend what she had in mind; then he lowered them, lifting his head a moment and pillowing it in his folded fingers. His hard-on had not subsided since watching the other couple; and he concentrated on the swelling between his legs, as well as the beautiful woman beside him, as she slid her dress off her hips, over her ankles, and threw it to the mat. He could see the dark bush of her pussy-hairs under the sheer tight panties.
She sat down and stretched, balancing herself on her ass, flexing the muscles of her outstretched legs, her hands reaching toward her knees, her fingers spread wide in a total muscular effort; like a cat awakening from a long night, yawning with glistening fangs and taut face.
Her fingernails clawed lightly like a playful kitten, touched her knees curiously. She looked at them as though her own fingernails were not a part of her, but those of an unseen lover. She traced a wavy line along the inner flesh of her thighs to the tight elastic cunt-band at their junction. The nylon was already wet from the show she had seen before, and a new flush of dampness surged through the tight fabric as she excited herself further, slipping a finger from each hand under the tightness and toying with the soft reddish hairs, tangled and wet with her own hotly flowing pussy juices.
Each finger probed its way across the dark patch to meet in the center, but instead of opening the waiting lips of her cunt, they pressed the loose flesh together, folding it inward, depriving the pink inner lips of direct contact.
The wanton redhead opened her mouth and sighed at the torment she was inflicting upon herself. Each push of her fingers, forcing her flesh to fold inward, brought her even more torture, knowing how close, yet how far she was, from ecstasy; yet she had the willpower to keep from going too far.
Susan looked at the sprawled man beside her, his thickly pulsing cock pressing hard against his restraining pants. She ran her tongue over her lips, moistening them, and took her fingers from the lips of her cunt, leaning on her hands and kissing him. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it, pulling it hard into herself, as he did the same to her upper lip, caressing it with his tongue as it slithered between his open lips. Then, Susan raised herself and loosened his top button, and greedily, tore at the buttons of Neil's shirt, breaking all of them from their holes. She left the shirt on his back and got off the mat and began to strip him. His sandals slipped easily off his feet, and she bent for a moment and nibbled at the sparse hairs that dotted the tops of his feet, then slid her hands up his pant legs and quickly unfastened his belt, pulling his pants and shorts off with two strong tugs of her whole body, nearly falling backward onto the ground as she slipped the remaining clothing from his feet.
She pushed herself off one knee to her feet, standing on the mat, straddling his body, her juicy pussy lightly dripping hot sweet fluid on his muscular belly. With both hands she grabbed the wet elastic and ripped her sheer panties off, exposing her naked cunt to the men's lusting gazes.
Her plan was complete, and she followed her outline to the letter. Yesterday she had spent three hours preparing an exacting course for tonight's luau. Instead of dropping to his body to gorge herself with his hugely swollen prick, she gently lowered herself above his head, her soft, moist cunt-hairs dangling inches from his open mouth.
Neil lifted his head, grasping the outsides of her thighs with his hands, and buried his nose between the hotly twitching lips of her excited pussy. His nostrils sensed the sweet scent of her cunt as he ran his nose back and forth along the crevice, nipping at the bud of her slit and playing at the edge of the warm, smooth cavern between her legs which opened and closed with practiced precision.
"Lick me, Neil," she mewled down at him, an obscene grin playing across her lips. "Lick your tongue all around my pussy ..."
Susan let her body sink, almost her whole weight crushing against the scavenging mouth that sucked and pulled at her hungry pussy, her cunt that chewed back at the lips and teeth that had opened it to force a tongue deep into her fiery little cunt-hole.
Burning with raging passion, Susan began to rock lightly up and down, her smoothly curved ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as she raised and lowered herself rhythmically in time to his darting tongue splitting between her thighs. Neil was glued tightly to her cunt.
"No, stop!" he heard. Susan pulled at his hand. "I said I would take care of you tonight, and I will!"
Neil said nothing, but looked at the voluptuous redhead as she turned, crawling to the side of the mat where Kai stood, his hard-on standing out from between the folds of his wrap, curving slightly upward, one hand beneath it, massaging his balls. He bent to the mat and handed two bananas from the bowl of fruit on the bar to the redhead's outstretched hands.
"I know how you love bananas, darling!" he said, grinning at the red-faced woman who bent forward and licked the head of his hugely throbbing cock affectionately. Susan just adored Kai.
She withdrew her head and crawled back to the other side of the mat, bananas in each hand. Without changing her pace, she crushed her lips against Neil's. For a long moment they kissed passionately, then she broke the seal and began working her way downward across his muscular chest, toying with his belly button, sticking her tongue in and out, then taking the whole well into her mouth and sucking the loose lean skin, giving him a strange sensation, one he had never experienced before. It was sexual, yet playful, but his urgent passion quickly ruled out the playfulness and he pushed his abdomen upward.
But Susan loosened her toothless grip and lashed her head sideways, burying her mouth in the tangled hair at the base of his thick, upright prick, swaying spasmodically, like a tottering palm about to blow over, but not knowing which way to go. His hands held the soft flesh of her thighs. His neck muscles strained as he lifted his head with each rising motion of escape that she made, his whole mouth entombed within her, pulling at the throbbing void, anxious to cum.
Neil, picking up her increasing rhythm, began to blow deep into her as she came down, and suck and swirl his tongue around inside her as she rose again. The bellows that filled her only further heated her burning little cunt, and she could feel hot pussy juices seeping from herself down onto his cheeks.
Suddenly, Susan raised to her full kneeling height, as if a spear had been shot through her entire body!
"Aaaaaaiiiiii ... oohhhhhhh . . , aaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she groaned hotly. "Oh, yes, darling!" Encouraged, Neil licked again.
"Aaarrrrrrrgggghhhhhh, aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she screamed this time with all the animal lust within her. "I'm cummmmmmmmmmiiinnnnnnggg, now. Oh yes, oh yes, my pussy is cumming in your mouth!"
Susan's naked body twitched, and spasmodically she shot to her feet, her legs spread wide. Her body quivered out her release; and with a groan she fell back onto the mat, hitting and rolling to the side, still twitching for a moment.
"Oooohhh," she moaned. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh ..." She lay still, still tasting the delight of the pussy-licking, but not forgetting what she was going to do.
Neil lay on the mat where he had dropped, his own, passion unfulfilled. He thought that she was unconscious, and her last screams had nearly blasted him to his own cum. He needed release and started to rub his cock unconsciously with both hands, like a man possessed.
Kissing her way around his cock, one way, then the other, hardly touching his hugely throbbing hardness, but just pushing at the hair, she built a fire at the stake, a fire that would soon explode as it had never exploded before.
While her lips warmed him, her fingers began to grasp the two bananas in her hand tighter. Her barely perceptible moans purred in Neil's ears.
Neil opened his eyes to view the exciting sight, recording her every movement, his every expression of pure ecstasy. Her head changed positions, moving a few inches downward between his thighs.
His cum-swollen balls were churning hotly, eagerly, waiting for release, wanting the pressure to give way, that they might be free of the increasingly painful tension! Susan opened her mouth wide and pulled at the loose skin of his scrotum with her lips, grasping a wrinkled portion between her teeth and sucking it further into her mouth, one of his balls following it, then the other.
Neil watched the banana in her hand move, slowly, haltingly, to the side of her mouth, resting on her swollen cheek. It touched one ball through the flesh of her mouth and nearly rattled him apart with intense electric shocks as she massaged his balls with it, one touching the other, transferring what seemed like a million volts of high-powered sensitivity through his entire body to his brain, exploding in brilliant fiery volcanic light, red and yellow.
"Oooooohhhhh, Jesus!" he moaned. Susan didn't hear him. The rising hum that was coming from her throat drowned out all other sounds. Her own gutteral utterances changed in pitch and volume, as, one at a time, she released his excited balls from her mouth, trailing saliva into the crevice between the cheeks of his ass.
Then, the excited redhead's tongue efficiently followed the road signs of two parallel veins back to the erect, swaying cock and began its climb to its peak, running back and forth, time and time again at the mound of his glans, making him think that she had burned him with jagged razor blades, though he knew well what she was doing.
Suddenly she lifted her head and dropped it upon the smooth, rubbery head, sucking away the few drops of jism that had formed at its opening. She toyed with the whole head, rasping the roof of her mouth across its tip and over the top, driving him almost to insanity. Then, with a downward bob of her head she forced three-quarters of his cock into her mouth, deep into the hot confines of her throat, barely allowing herself enough room to breathe, the tip forcing a slight bulge on the outside of her throat just below the surface.
Susan took the banana and rubbed it against his hotly pulsing cock. In an instant, it began to jerk, with the spasmodic twitch of an impending cum and she removed it, relaxing her mouth, ceasing to suck on him and letting him get some control. She didn't want him to cum yet, not until she was ready!
They lay silent for a minute; then she started rubbing the banana against her skin and began to stroke her throat and cheek in an easy motion, feeling his passion again begin to build.
He hardly recognized the touch of the second piece of fruit as he watched her. Susan's hand moved from its supporting position on the mat to just below his cum-swollen balls, hanging loosely, swaying slightly, oiling them in the film of her saliva that had trailed down between his legs.
The top of the banana tingled in the hair two inches from his asshole. Slowly, with deliberate pressure, it slid toward the tiny, dark hole that had never been violated before during its adult life. Susan laid the fruit lengthwise across the uninhabited space, glistening with the moisture of her mouth, her rubbings increasing in intensity.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooohhhhh, sweet Jesus ... you're gonna stick that banana up my ... asshole?" he groaned as she positioned the tip at the tightened ring of his ass.
Neil resisted mentally, still thrashing his head from side to side vigorously, trying to keep his vision focused on his wanton redheaded lover. He knew what she was about to do, and wanted her to do it, but somewhere inside him, something resisted just for the sake of resisting, for the sake of prolonging the agony of waiting, making the pleasure that lay ahead that much more intense.
Susan, gently at first, then more forcefully, probed the opening, letting the forbidden little hole get a light taste of what was to come, making it more relaxed, so that the entry would not tear the tender, unused flesh. More than an inch of the fucking banana had worked its way into Neil's asshole.
"Aaaaaggghhhh ... Jesus! Ooaaaaaaiiiiiii!" he groaned, fighting to regain his control. "This is a first!"
Susan felt him continue to resist, even more strongly, so with one great push, she shoved the banana deep into his asshole, leaving less than an inch protruding from between his ass cheeks.
"Jesus ... ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, wow..." was all he would allow himself to utter, for the inhibitions of his ego would not permit any more than a slight utterance of pain, though his eyes filled with tears when he thought his asshole had been split in two!
At first he shirked away from the cock-shaped piece of fruit, his ass-walls pulling away from it, increasing their own size naturally, adapting to the strange invasion. Then feeling that it was no longer an enemy, but a friend intent only on bringing further pleasure, his asshole held tightly to the yellow fruit, holding it firmly so as not to let go. Then, his body began shaking all over. The light massages against his cock in her mouth, coupled with those strange, more intense feelings deep within his ass, took hold of his entire being. Neil Atherton was blind to everything. He had no thoughts, only sensations. The pain was gone, replaced by the building waves shaking him inside and out, like the first warning grumbles from an exploding volcano.
Then, a great rumbling started in his belly, rising and surging like the sea, during a hurricane. Every blood vessel, every bone, every muscle in his lower body split into thousands of pieces as the tidal wave burst from his mouth.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ... God ... Goooooooooddddd ...!" he groaned as rivers of hot cum flooded into the redhead's eagerly gulping mouth, filling it beyond capacity, some leaking from the corners onto her cheeks, covering the banana with gushing rivulets of white, hot jism.
My God, these people are something else! David Whittington thought hotly to himself. He was a few feet away, standing in the ferns around the small beach just off the house. His eyes had adjusted to the dim lights just in time to watch the spectacular climax in the sand. He stood riveted to the spot, watching the man and woman in the last throes of their wild cum.
He had driven his XKE back to the bend in the road just before the Fulton villa and parked it facing the highway in case he had to leave quickly with Tammy. But the pretty blonde looked just fine. He could feel his prick about to cream already, and decided he just might stick around in the bushes for a while to see what was going to happen next!
Hanging onto his crotch like a young boy who has to pee, David looked through the bushes as he saw a beautiful young Hawaiian girl step from the house, and take Tammy back inside. Several minutes later, they both reappeared, Tammy dressed in a long, brightly colored muu-muu. And then, almost at the same time, Kai stood up from his place at the bar to greet a big man who came out of the living room.
What is going to happen now? David wondered, but one thing he knew for sure: he was going to watch, no matter what!
Chapter Eight
"Richard! Well, well, come on outside and have a drink!" Kai enthused, shaking the bigger man's hand and patting him on the shoulder. "I have a special treat for you tonight. A pretty young wahini with a nice juicy pussy."
Richard Kaluma's broad face broke into a grin when he saw the beautiful Tamara Astor-Smith standing by one of the coconut trees nearby.
�My, my. You're a good friend, Kai," the big man enthused. There was nothing he liked more than a young pussy, and Kai Fulton sure as hell knew where to find them!
"I know you'll want to get acquainted with her, so we'll just leave you two alone. We'll be in the dining room, and will join you later. Come on, Neil, Susan," he added to the naked couple. "Richard Kaluma, the horny bastard, likes to fuck in private. He's a little shy." Everyone grinned, and left the beach area for the feast that was awaiting them in the dining room.
"My, but you sure are a pretty thing," he said to Tammy. By then, the effects of the drinks she had been plied with earlier had all but worn off.
"Why don't you take off that muu-muu. It's not very becoming, too loud for your fair coloring."
Now it starts again, the young blonde thought grimly as she obediently removed her muu-muu and stood before Richard Kalama stark naked. By this stage of the game, being naked in the presence of a man meant nothing to her anymore. She was so accustomed to men's eyes that she could have walked down the main street of Honolulu with nothing covering her naked titties and pussy. If only he would be gentle with her ...
"Kai and Neil have both told me that your cant is rather tight," he commented clinically, using the obscene word so naturally that for a moment Tammy was not sure that she had heard him right.
"We shall have to remedy this situation, and I am the island specialist in these matters. Would you be so kind as to step over to the mat, wahina?"
Tamara Astor-Smith was fighting within herself, trying to force out an objection to whatever madness the man had in mind, but her nervousness and fright had silenced her completely. There was no point in refusing, she realized miserably. Richard was much bigger than the other two men, and he was easily big enough and strong enough to make her do just about anything he wanted.
Timidly, Tammy took a few faltering steps toward the mat, noticing that there were four palm trees in each corner around it, wondering what he meant to do with those ropes.
"Wonderful!" he exclaimed, beginning to excite himself by running his hands lewdly over her nakedly shivering flesh as she stood trembling at the base of the mat. "You have no cause to be afraid, wahini. Now kindly kneel on the mat with your pretty white shoulders touching the ground ... that's right ... now turn your pretty blue eyes in my direction so you can see what is going on ... arms here, ah, wonderful, wahini."
Richard Kaluma arranged the young rich girl in the most humiliating position he could think of, her knees tucked under her body while the shimmering cheeks of her ass stuck invitingly up into the air and her sensually ripened tits were crushed down against the firmness of the mat. It was the position she had once slept in as a child, but as a fully mature young woman, she, felt absolutely ridiculous, since the whole of her naked ass was exposed to him!
Richard Kaluma was beginning to lick his lips in lustful anticipation now as he circled around behind the obscenely positioned blonde, his eyes sparkling with depraved excitement as he stepped behind her and viewed the blushing pink flanges of her cunt nestled below the starved little circle of her asshole.
Tammy's wide eyes followed his every movement as the big, but slender man, moving almost too quickly to give her a chance to -resist him, quickly fastened the ropes each to her wrists and ankles.
"Wha ... what are you doing." she asked. What on earth was he going to do? If he wanted to fuck her, why didn't he just go ahead and do it!
"I find it much more exciting when the wahini is unable to resist," he explained. There's something about a naked girl with rough ropes against her unblemished skin which rather excites me."
"Please ... please don't hurt me." she began to protest, tears of stark terror coming to her eyes. Oh, what a horrible vacation this was turning out to be!
"You'll soon love it," he replied, busying himself with another rope that he passed behind her knees so that she was held fast in the position.
Tammy moved experimentally, finding that she could be reasonably comfortable if she stayed where she was, but could not alter her position in the slightest.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered, no longer feeling courageous enough to make any threats. In this villa, no one would hear her if she screamed, and she realized that she was totally at the mercy of Richard Kaluma's corrupt sensual desires. Wildly, she watched as Richard started toward a long, wide flat table.
"Bananas are good, but they're forbidden for wahinis." He announced in the same cool tone, "But vibrators now -- that's different. Consider that there is a totally self-contained motor inside each one of these, each fed by ordinary batteries and good for two hours between recharging ... now, these are for a woman!"
Tammy's eyes widened with terror as she surveyed the loathsome object he held lightly in his hands. Even years ago she would have guessed what it was after awhile, but her sexual education had been progressing so rapidly since her vacation in Hawaii that she was able to identify it immediately. It was a vibrator, a kind of plastic cock which a lonely woman could fuck into her pussy to take the place of a real man. The object was about seven inches in length and shaped roughly like a man's prick, but thicker, and on the end there was a dial which obviously controlled the intensity of the vibrations.
"Most women just love it when I use this on them," he informed her, tapping the artificial cock absentmindedly against the palm of his hand as he approached her, "and that is through constant use. I have them in all sizes, to fit every woman. Tell me, wahini, is your pussy getting hot yet?"
Her face darkened with shame as she realized that she would have to answer this vile question.
"Yes," she admitted, now blushing to the roots of her hair. "But ... please ... don't stick that in me!"
Oh, how in the world had she ever gotten herself in such a position, and her pussy ... my God! It was hot to be fucked!
"You have no choice in the matter. Being innocent is charming, Tammy, but I know that you mainlanders take it to excess. But now you are a woman and you should act like one. You must adapt yourself to the demands which will be placed upon you."
Tammy was going nearly out of her mind with a mixture of desire and fear now as he walked toward her nakedly struggling figure, the obscene fake cock in his hand.
"But ... I thought you wanted to fuck me!" she cried in despair, knowing that she was probably disgracing herself eternally with these words in his mind, but unable to hold herself back any longer.
"But I do, I do," Richard Kalama reassured her calmly, dipping his finger into a jar of coconut oil and smearing it liberally over the plastic prick. "We have many things to do together this evening, little one, things you never dreamed of before."
Tammy's bound and helpless body began trembling uncontrollably as he placed his hands on her softly yielding ass cheeks and dug his fingers into the fleshy, cunt hair-covered lips of her defenselessly exposed pussy. She was still dry from fright, and the young rich girl groaned with discomfort, knowing the insertion was going to hurt, but not yet sure how bad.
Richard Kaluma's hand went again to the jar of coconut oil, and she wriggled involuntarily as she felt him spreading the greasy substance up and down the length of her throbbing pussy slit. She groaned in desire, unable to help herself as he inserted his lubricated middle finger into her tight little cunt where he rotated it in ever-widening circles, spreading the oil in preparation for the dildo's fucking.
"Oh, my God," Tammy found herself chanting mindlessly as he probed deep up inside of her. She was so abject in her misery that she didn't realize he was whistling tunelessly under his breath, as if this were all in a day's work for him.
"My, my, we are terribly tight here-even after, all that fucking," Richard Kaluma commented. "But we'll remedy that before long, won't we?"
Richard pushed her legs apart, spreading her naked ass cheeks apart unmercifully, until Tammy felt as if she were about to be split down the middle, the walls of her pussy protesting as they were forced apart against her will.
"That's better," he complimented her cheerfully, and her nakedly bound body jerked as she felt the cold plastic of the fake cock pressing into the entrance to her widely stretched pussy. Tammy strained forward against the ropes in a vain effort to escape this new kind of fucking, but there was nowhere to go, and Richard Kaluma applied a steady firm pressure, gently pushing the foreign object farther and farther into the back of her inexperienced little cunt.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh ... oooooohhhhhhhhh! I can't take it all! Please!" the blonde girl groaned, but Richard was too absorbed in his depraved work to pay even the slightest attention to her. Waves of dire shame and passion washed over her, but worse than anything was the haunting fear that the man was somehow finding a new way to excite her! It had started this way with each of Kai's friends. They had begun by hurting and humiliating her and finished by arousing her into a mindless frenzy of lust!
Richard Kaluma chuckled and pushed one last time, feeling a shudder run through the roped young girl's tormented body as the vicious instrument slid home, colliding with the delicate interior flesh of her pussy as it touched bottom.
"Now, we seem to be in place, and if you're ready, I can turn it on. First, on number one, then five ... and finally, twelve. I expect you will find this quite pleasant, and while you are enjoying yourself, I will occupy myself with other matters."
Tammy felt him pressing with the dial on the end of the plastic dildo, and suddenly the long hard object lodged in her pussy came alive, beginning with a slow, almost imperceptible vibration.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned and could feel her strained cunt walls gradually relaxing as the fake cock did its work, and tiny pin-pricks of pleasure started to spread lasciviously through her cunt.
Richard Kaluma was gently stroking her nakedly uplifted ass cheeks, kneading and twisting the soft fleshy cheeks as he waited for the cock to have its desired effect. Finally, impatience got the better of him, and he switched it quickly to number five ... Tammy gasped as she felt her insides begin to come alive. Then she watched it turn higher ... and higher!
"Oooooooghhhhh!" she emitted a long low groan as a lewd carnal pleasure began to overcome her. The sensation was totally different from being fucked by a man's cock, since all the action was contained far up inside of her clasping pussy walls. Tammy tried to fight it off, but a depraved fantasy swept into her over-stimulated mind as she imagined placing this deep up inside her cunt, turning it on, and then going out disco dancing in Honolulu! It suddenly occurred to her that such a thing was entirely possibly. The devilishly vibrating artificial cock hardly protruded at all from her wide-stretched cunt, and in any event would be covered by a dress!
Tammy caught herself, suddenly realizing that she was drifting off into a series of vile, erotic thought& and fantasies which would stay with her until she unexpectedly found herself screaming with a violent cum! That, at all costs, was to be avoided. She must never surrender to the cold plastic surface of a machine. And besides, Richard Kaluma had promised that there were other things as well which he planned to do to her. Even now he was fussing around between her ass cheeks, running his finger teasingly up and down the narrow crevice of her ass. Every so often Richard would slide his index finger dexterously around the moist rim of her pussy to collect a few drops of the excited juices she was slowly beginning to secrete, and each time he would return to the tiny brown ring of her asshole.
My God, what is he going to do? she asked herself in genuine puzzlement, twitching a little with embarrassment as he touched her puckering asshole. With his finger, moist with her own fluid and the vestige of the coconut oil, Richard Kalama slowly began to work his way into the narrow confines of her tightly clasped ass.
"Nooooooo ... oohhhhhh ... noooohhh ... please!" she groaned, not taking this new depraved provocation too seriously at first, but Richard Kaluma ignored her, and forced his prying middle finger up into her tight little asshole as far as the second knuckle. Had Tammy been able to see his face, she would have realized in an instant precisely how serious he was. The man was beside himself with the lurid pleasure of having this spectacularly beautiful wahini at his complete and total disposal, to torment and abuse as he pleased. He had not enjoyed himself quite so thoroughly since he had fucked Susan Marlowe a few years before, but the basic sadism in his character demanded a new victim every so often.
Quicker and quicker, he rotated his finger inside of her helpless little asshole and a lewd, sadistic chuckle gurgled out of his throat as the blonde's body began to twitch convulsively under the dual stimulation he was bestowing upon her. A moment later, a second finger had joined the first, and Tammy groaned in pleasure as these cruel probings stretched the delicate flesh of her rectal opening to the snapping point.
"Oh, please ... please ... stop ...!" she begged him through tightly gritted teeth, vainly hoping that he was only kidding and would stop if he realized that he was causing her some serious discomfort. "It hurts ..."
"It always does, the first few times, little one," he informed her heartlessly. "You need to be stretched here as well if you are to be a true woman."
A terrible thought infiltrated Tammy's startled brain, but she was too frightened to ask him exactly what he had intended by these ominous words. Could it be that he proposed to fuck her there? Tammy was vaguely aware that some men preferred this bestial business to normal fucking, but she had never in her young life imagined that she would find herself a victim of such a man.
She tried desperately to jerk her body away from his relentlessly probing finger, but the ropes held her fast as the dildo inside of her cunt seemed to go wild. It was a strange bizarre sensation, and she was getting one lewd thrill after another up and down her spine at precisely the same time that Richard Kaluma was mercilessly punishing her anus so severely a scant inch or two away from her.
Tammy heard Richard grunt with exertion as he slaved over her, adding a third finger to the other two as he laboriously widened the narrow little asshole between her widely stretched ass cheeks. Then there was a vile popping sound as he abruptly pulled his hand free of her, and she almost sobbed with relief, knowing that she could not have stood it for a moment longer. Then, he knelt further down behind her, and she stretched her neck trying to see what he was doing.
A moment later the captive young rich girl wished to the bottom of her heart that she had not looked. The Hawaiian had opened his pants and his long thick cock was standing out straight from his groin like a spear. The thick leathery foreskin had already been pulled back to expose the moist pink top of his glans and the oozing tiny droplets of pearl-colored cock juice as he maneuvered himself into position between her legs. She thought at first that he was going to ram his way into her and braced herself for the shock, but instead, the kneeling Hawaiian dropped his head to run his wet, slippery tongue over the wildly puckering hole, moistening it even more for the lewd unnatural entry he was about to make.
"Oooooohhhhh ... aaaoooohhhhhhhh ... aaaaiiiiiiii ...!" she moaned, her whole body quivering as the dildo continued to build her arousal to even greater heights despite her desperation over the situation which was confronting her. "Ooooohhhhh... nooooooooooo ... nooooo!"
"You're all hot, wahini," he chuckled obscenely; "my friend Kai sure does know how to find them!"
Then, Tammy's body quivered with anticipated pain as she felt Richard Kaluma's fingernails bite cruelly into the softly yielding flesh of her hips while he maneuvered his long pulsing cock into position behind her. She had only gotten one quick glimpse of his lust-thickened cock, but now she felt its huge throbbing head pushing insistently at the tight muscular ring which guarded the entrance to her ass.
"Your prick is way too large!" she groaned at him in despair.
"No it isn't," he grunted between clenched teeth, stabbing at her fiercely as he labored to violate the puckering little opening. Richard Kaluma pushed at exactly the right moment, and the tightly resisting little ring caved inward before his huge prick.
"Aaasaggggghhhhhhh! Aaaiiiiiii!" Tammy suddenly screamed in soul-searing anguish as the older man skewered mercilessly up into her tight asshole, going very deep on the first jab before she could get her wits together and throw him off.
When she finally recovered from the shock of his initial assault, the moment for resistance was long past. His heatedly pulsating cock was half-inside of her now, and the tender walls of her abused little ass burned excruciatingly from the massive shaft of flesh stretching her until she was positive that something inside of her was about to give! Tamara Astor-Smith felt filled, stuffed in a way she would not have believed was possible, between the big fake cock fucking so obscenely far up in her cunt, and Richard Kalama's long thick prick mercilessly forcing its way farther and farther up inside her tortured little asshole.
Tammy's muscles were completely slack now, and she was afraid to move or even to breathe for fear it would bring her more pain-pleasure. The Hawaiian's hands were clinging with sadistic strength to her hips as he forced his rock-hard spear of cock-flesh even farther up into her vainly resisting ass until she felt his loins slap against the cheeks of her buttocks and knew that the wicked sodomy had been consummated.
Tammy moaned, hearing him mumble an assortment of obscenities as he labored tirelessly behind her, levering up on his knees to begin a long series of smoothly punishing in-fucks, in and out of her defensively puckering ass. The young blonde had never known such people as she had met here on the islands, and she was sure she was going to get out of Hawaii as fast as she possibly could!
The natural love juices within Tammy's ripe young body were beginning to flow now, and Richard Kaluma found it easier to fuck rhythmically in and out of her rear passage, each stroke plunging deeper up into her belly than the one before. The tight pink hole of her ass seemed to be clinging jealously to his thick prick; on each withdrawal stroke a ring of her raw clasping flesh clung to the glistening shaft of his cock as if he were in the process of turning her belly inside out. As the physical pain of being ass-fucked gradually lessened, Tammy found that the shame and humiliation of what was happening to her seemed to be growing greater. She was doubled over in humble slavish submission before this sadistic stranger, completely at his mercy, her hot pussy turning into a churning mass of unwanted pleasure. The emotional tension was too much to bear!
Knowing that Richard Kalama would not stop the ass-fucking until he had emptied his cum deep into her ass, Tammy realized the sooner she could make him cum, the sooner it could all be ended, and she could go back to plotting her escape from this sensual madness. Her mind made up, she tried to ignore the flames of forbidden pleasure which were threatening to blaze out of control in her loins, and bucked wildly back against him. Richard Kalama was all too willing to play this obscene game, and he fucked into the roped young blonde's asshole with extra vigor, grinning in lewd victory as he watched her wildly undulating her hips and rotating her ass cheeks in ever-widening circles. He knew exactly what she was trying to do, she hadn't fooled him, but this sign of initiative pleased him and he rolled with the movements of her voluptuous body, knowing the last real resistance had long since disappeared. She was engaged in a race with him to try to make him cum before she did!
Tammy's long blonde hair flailed back and forth on the mat as she writhed frantically beneath him, and the Hawaiian rode her with all his might. For a few minutes he enjoyed himself, full of self-confidence that he could play this exciting game at least a minute or two longer than she could. After all, she was an inexperienced chick, and he was a master at this and countless other erotic games. but a vague warming sensation in his balls suddenly told him the truth, that, she was slowly but surely forcing him toward cumming. If he failed to make her cum, Richard Kaluma knew that she would have scored some kind of subtle victory over him, and he swore that he would never let her get away with it.
Richard Kaluma, working hard now, reached beneath them and seized the tiny little bud of her clit, and began to tweak it in rhythm to his ass-fucking strokes. At the same moment, he increased his thrusts, knowing that the interior walls of a wahini's ass were almost as sensitive to erotic stimulation as her pussy.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as his attack doubled in intensity. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
His hotly pulsating cock seemed to be growing larger by the minute, and both the pain and the pleasure were becoming so intense that her confused, dazed mind could now barely distinguish one from the other.
Without clearly realizing when and where she had crossed the frontier, the young rich girl had somehow slipped into a new world of rapture now, and she was quickly forgetting about all the things which had occupied her brain for the past several days. Escape and her plans for the future seemed like colorless dreams, and the only reality was the long insistent prick which kept pounding in and out of her ravished asshole without a moment's relief. She was waving her smooth fleshy ass cheeks at him now and Richard Kaluma pistoned into her, his cock fucking into her tightly clasping ass unitl he had to bit his lips to keep from exploding.
All Tammy could think of now was making this man cum, and she had frankly forgotten why. There was a great emptiness deep inside of her somewhere and some primitive sensual instinct told her that it could only be filled by his cum.
But Kaluma won the contest between them, if only by seconds. Tammy never felt her cum coming, and her release hit her suddenly, violently, forcing a savage scream of passion out of her throat before she could understand even half of what was happening to her.
A second later she felt the first heavenly waves of his hot, steaming cum pouring up into the quivering depths of her ass, and every muscle in her abused, over-stimulated body tensed to the breaking point as she received his offering of white-hot jism. His churning semen gurgled past the tight little asshole which was puckering around the base of his wildly cumming prick and trickled down the widespread crevice between her buttocks, mixing with the steady stream of liquid passion ...
"Oh fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she babbled wildly as his insanely jerking cock pumped a flood of heated juice into her very depths, but even as she cried out, her mind cleared enough for the roped young rich girl to realize that somehow everything had just changed permanently. A lot of things had happened to her here that she could pretend hadn't really happened and forget about.
But this was not one of them!
Minutes later, Tammy opened her eyes and tried to catch her breath. The big Hawaiian was humming a tune as he untied the now smiling blonde's hands and feet. Then, he helped her up from the mat.
"It seems as though you liked my little game," he grinned widely. "Now, how about joining the others in the dining room for a real luau?"
"Do you have a place for a stranger?" David asked, stepping out of the lush tropical foliage.
Richard Kaluma's face showed surprise, but only for a moment.
"But of course!"
Tammy's big blue eyes flew wide open. "David! Oh, David!" she squealed happily. "Where on earth did you come from!"
"Things got a little boring in Beverly Hills, so I thought I'd spend a little time with you during your vacation," he grinned.
The pretty young blonde ran over to him, her huge naked tits dancing in the dim lights. As she threw her arms around his neck in a big hug, she could beel the raging bulge in his pants. "I'm so happy you've come!"
"I haven't cum yet, that's the trouble!" he laughed, glancing over at the big Hawaiian. A flicker of understanding passed between them.
And Tammy wasn't dumb. "I guess you've been watching all this, huh?"
"Do you mind?" she asked when he nodded his head up and down.
"No, not in the least." David was very pleased, for he knew that he and Tammy would be spending a lot of time together back in his mansion in Beverly Hills.
"I'm so glad!" she exclaimed. "Look, I'm starved ... why don't we go back inside for something to eat, then later maybe we can do something about that hard-on of yours ... besides, I want you to meet my new friends. I didn't think they were at first, but not I know better. How about it?"
"It's a deal! Besides, I've got a feeling Kai Fulton has planned something even bigger for later on. Right, Kaluma?"
The big Hawaiian grinned, leading the two newcomers into the house. What a night this was going to he!
