Pam was sitting, idly pulling the material of her thin dress up her thigh and back down again. It was a hot, humid day in San Francisco, and the dress clung to her in a maddenly sensuous way. She was thinking and remembering. It had become her favorite hobby lately.
Her blue-green eyes stared out of the ceiling-to-floor bay window, half-focusing, dream-like, on the busy people down on the street. They were all so intent, going to or coming from somewhere. The apartment was a modest third floor walk-up. As if mesmerized by the activity in the streets below, the five foot-six beautiful eighteen year old absently stopped caressing the dress long enough to light a cigarette, then let her hand drop back down to her soft, moist thigh again.
Mike. Ah yes, Mike! He was the one who had started all her desires brewing, the night he had made her a virgin-no-more. Mike, the high school football star, Mike the cherry-stealer. She remembered her own voice singing out in that car, parked by the fishing lake. "Yes, Mike. So good!" It had hurt, but at the same time felt so unbelievably good: And she remembered too, his voice, saying, "Oh, man!" as her hot, slippery flesh squeezed at his shaft.
She was away from that now, on her own in the big city. In the few months since leaving home she had been a waitress, a nudie model, and slept with both the manager of the restaurant and the photographer. And oh how she had come to love sex! She thrived on it, yearned for it, like a baby thrives and yearns for its bottle or breast nipple. She had found loving more fulfilling with older men, but somehow she wasn't remembering them now. Her memories were of young Mike.
She blinked her long, thick eyelashes, and pursed her ripe, red lips, thinking how much easier life would be if she wasn't such a warm, sensuous girl.
Pam pulled herself up and made her way into the bedroom. She sat before her mirror, staring at her reflection, thinking about the trip she was going to begin the following day. She wondered what adventure lay in store for her. She could imagine herself now on the white, sandy beach, soaking up the sun, listening to the rhythm of the pounding surf. Maybe a bronze god of a man would come along and begin an interesting conversation with her. She smiled to herself and picked up a hairbrush and began brushing her long, blonde hair.
The mammoth jet soared up and away, carrying Pam, winging toward her dream vacation. She could hardly believe that at last she was on her way. Resting her- head against the seat, she listened to the soft rush of the engines and let her thoughts wander. Her mind turned, as it usually did in such situations, to men. She mulled over the guys in her life, back to Mike.
He had introduced her to the joys of lovemaking, and ever since, she'd had a lustful craving for sexual gratification. She loved what she did to men – and the thought of what they did for her made goose bumps rise on her back.
She gazed down at the water far, far below the plane, the waves rippling, the bright sunlight dancing on the water. The sight made her sleepy, and soon her head dropped back against the seat and she dozed off. She dreamed of swaying palms, sandy beaches, blue waters and bronzed men. She awoke with a smile on her face and found that the jet was nearing the islands. The jet soared over Hawaii like a giant bird and glided into the airfield, coming to a halt alongside the terminal. Pam disembarked and claimed her luggage, found an old jalopy of a taxi and told the driver, an elderly copper-hued man, to take her to the Moalakoi Hotel. He started the ancient auto and they rattled off toward the hotel. The streets were quite busy with traffic. Pam watched intently from the back seat and found, as they rode along, that Hawaii was everything she had hoped it would be. It was large enough, but didn't appear too cluttered with tourists, and its quaint streets were filled with interesting shops.
The Moalakoi Hotel, one of the island's nicest and most modern, was perched on the edge of the sea, a short distance from town. A beautiful structure, tall and white, it rose six stories from the ground, and each room had its own balcony overlooking the ocean.
The taxi creaked to a halt in front of the budding and Pam paid the driver and went inside the lobby. She checked her reservation and found that everything was in order and her room was waiting. She went up, and as soon as her luggage was brought, changed into a brief bikini and went back downstairs, not wanting to waste a minute.
She walked out to the pool and all heads turned to look at her as she passed. She put an extra little wiggle in her walk and smiled to herself at the response she got.
Several people were swimming in the enormous pool, but most were seated in the comfortable lounge chairs flanking the pool. Pam chose one and sat down, immediately applying suntan oil to her smooth skin. While she rubbed, she looked around at her fellow hotel guests. There were all shapes and sizes, all age groups, different colors and different nationalities.
At a nearby lounge was a girl about the same age as Pam. She saw Pam looking at her and she smiled, getting up and coming over to join her, she put out her hand and said, "Hi, I'm Shelly Freeman."
Pam took her hand briefly, and returning her smile said, "I'm Pam Thompson."
"Nice to meet you, Pam. Did you just get in?"
"Yes, I did," Pam replied. "Haven't done anything yet. I just threw on a bikini the minute I got to my room and came down here to soak up some of this sun."
"I've been working on a tan, too," Shelly said, "but I stay inside so much I don't make much progress."
"Inside?" Pam asked. "In a place like this?"
"Yeah. Inside, in bed!" Shelly told her.
Pam laughed and said, "Oh, I see!"
"I was over on Maui with a guy and we came over here, but then he had to split."
"Too bad," Pam said.
"I'm glad in a way," Shelly told her. "I was about tired of him and I was definitely tired of Maui. That's why we came over here. This place is more to my liking, more people, and more competition for the busy."
"You shouldn't have any trouble in that department."
Shelly was a very attractive girl, though not a beauty like Pam, but still very pretty. Pam's opposite, she was dark-haired and dark-eyed. Not quite as tall as Pam, she had a well-stacked figure. She didn't have an ounce that wasn't distributed in the right place. Her big breasts almost spilled out of the top of her bikini and the bottom covered a cute, well-rounded ass. Her legs were twin columns of perfectly curved ivory.
"This Hawaii is a swinging place, all right," she confided to Pam. "The guy I came from Maui with had no sooner left that I was propositioned by a good-looking guy in the elevator."
"Did you take him up on it?" Pam asked.
"Not the first time. I was tired and needed a rest after all the trip from Maui. But last night I was all rested up and I saw him again, and he asked me again and I accepted. He took me out to dinner and dancing, and then we came back to my room and had a few drinks and before I knew it I was in the sack! He's a little older, which I prefer, and he was very good in bed, and he seems to be loaded. He threw money around like it was toilet paper. I haven't seen him around today. He's probably gone already. That's the way it is around these places, but that's the way I like it. I don't like long; involved relationships. I like nice little affairs which allow me to play the field, and resorts are just the place for it."
"Yeah, me, too," Pam agreed.
"Hmmmm, I wonder who I should try first," Pam pondered, looking over the people around the pool.
Shelly gazed dreamily toward the opposite side of the pool and said, "See that blond god of a lifeguard over there?"
Pam followed her gaze and her eyes came to rest on a handsome man she had noticed earlier. "Yes, I see him."
"He's the one I'm after," Shelly said. "I've never seen such a handsome hunk of man. Look at that face, look at that body, look at everything! He is in fantastic shape for an older guy. I can just imagine how it would be with him. I get turned on just thinking about it! I would let him have me right here on the edge of the pool in front of all these people!"
Pam laughed. She looked at the bronzed lifeguard. About that time, he got down off his perch and walked along the edge of the pool. Her eyes followed every step, watching the way his muscles rippled when he walked and the self-confident air about him. Her eyes traveled down to the brief bikini-swimsuit he was wearing. Her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard at the sight of the tight, clinging fabric covering the bulge of his cock. As he walked the tight material of the trunks kneaded it gently, moving it slightly from side to side.
"I see what you mean, Shelly," Pam declared. Her breath was coming faster and her heartbeat had increased. She got that same tingling feeling she'd experienced so long ago with Mike. She hadn't realized how horny she was!
"His name is Jeff Madison," Shelly said. "I know that much about him. I intend to find out lots more." Pam stood suddenly and said, "Let's take a swim, Shelly!"
She ran to the edge of the pool and jumped in, her lovely young body cutting the water like a knife. She came up and saw Shelly dive and then surface near her.
"I'll race you to the other end," Pam challenged.
"Let's go," Shelly said, and they were off, paddling and splashing through the clear water toward the opposite end of the pool.
It was a close race and Pam won by a slim margin. When they stopped, sputtering and gasping for breath, they looked up and saw Jeff Madison watching them. He nodded and gave them a smile and strode back to his lifeguard's perch and sat down.
"Well, at least he noticed us," Shelly said.
"Yeah, we're making progress," Pam added.
"That swim made me thirsty," Shelly said. "Let's go get a drink."
Pam followed her up the ladder, out of the pool and back to their lounge chairs. A waiter came by and Shelly ordered two Polynesian Passions, a specialty of the hotel. In a few minutes he was back with the tall, frosty glasses. Pam took a sip of the cold, fruit-flavored liquid. It was delicious. She sipped it and chatted with Shelly as she watched the people around the pool. The more she sipped, the more relaxed she felt. She didn't realize how strong the drink was until she got up and started to leave.
She wove a pattern through the crowd, making her way into the hotel, to the elevator, and up to her room feeling as though she were walking on air. She stepped from the elevator and walked down the thick-carpeted hallway to her room. Once inside, she went to the bathroom and peeled off her wet bikini, hanging it over the shower door, and went back into the bedroom. On the opposite wall there was a full-length mirror attached to the closet door. She stood looking at her nude reflection, turning first to one side and then the other. She cupped her hands under her large breasts and shook them slightly. Taking the nipples in her fingers she stroked and tickled them, sending small waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged the brown nipples until they stood out, firm and pointing. Then her hands moved down over her firm stomach, kneading the smooth flesh.
Her fingers tangled into the blonde bush of her pubic hair, and slowly pulled apart the fat lips, exposing the red interior to the mirror. She walked closer looking at the reflection of her slit, the sensitive seat of her pleasure. She rubbed the lips together and felt the slippery, lubricating juice facilitate the movement. She inserted a finger just inside the lips and stirred. Her pussy sucked at her finger like a hungry mouth. Her clit was hard and pointing, and when she touched it, bolts of electricity shot through her body. She stirred faster and her finger made slurpy noises in the hot, juicy flesh.
She decided to take a shower. As she crossed the room she glanced at her unpacked luggage on the racks. Oh, well, there was plenty of time to unpack, she said to herself. Right now she was hot and she was going to relieve herself. She was already horny and that Polynesian- Passion had made her even hornier. She wandered what the hell was in it.
She stepped inside the shower, closed the door, and turned on the water. When the temperature was right, she took the nozzle and aimed the fine spray at her nipples, the sensation like hundreds of pleasurable little needles sticking her flesh. Then she aimed the spray downward over her stomach and directed it to her hairy mound. She arched her body backward, thrusting her pussy as high as she could so the spray could get at her most sensitive area. She moved her hips back and forth while the jet of water sprayed over her bush, making the hair stand out in little ringlets.
Reaching for the soap, she made a thick lather and applied it to her smooth, creamy skin. She covered her enormous tits, kneading and massaging them until they were pink and glowing. She worked the lather down, until her pubic hair was frothy with suds. She worked her hand round and round in circular motions while her box was tingling with excitement.
Inserting her finger again, she made contact with her clit and began massaging the hard, little button. She ground her hips in circular motions against her working finger. Leaning back against the wall of the shower, she added another finger to her cunt and added an up and down motion while she finger-fucked herself. As the delightful feeling increased, she moved faster and saw her stomach muscles flexing and unsexing involuntarily.
Her body tensed, her heartbeat increased, her breathing became heavier, and she was on the verge of a beautiful orgasm when suddenly she heard a loud knock at the door. At first she ignored it and kept masturbating furiously, but the knock came again, louder and more insistent.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she said disgustedly and stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. "Now who the hell can that be?"
She draped the towel loosely around herself and went to the door muttering under her breath. She opened the door and her eyes grew wide with amazement when she saw a bellhop standing there with a tray in his hands. A big smile spread across his lips when he saw Pam standing there with a towel barely covering her naked body. He swallowed hard.
"Your order, miss," he said, his eyes taking her in from head to foot.
"But I didn't call room service," she told him, letting her gaze travel over his body. He was at least six feet tall and-filled out the bellboy's uniform in a way that pleased her very much. He was an older man, yet extremely attractive, quite broad-shouldered and slim-hipped, and he had a thatch of curly, sandy hair, trimmed with gray at the temples. His gray eyes had a twinkle to them and his smile was punctuated by two dimples.
"I'm terribly sorry, miss," he apologized, his eyes fixed on her breasts. "I'll go back downstairs and find out the right room number."
He kept standing there gazing at her, not wanting to leave. She kept lingering in the doorway, hoping he would stay.
Finally he said, "Can I come back after I deliver this order?" His voice was husky with desire.
"Yes, come back," Pam said, letting her voice tremble slightly with passion.
She closed the door and dropped the towel and felt juice from her pussy running down her legs. She stood there, her heart pounding, her breath coming in gasps. Her hands began moving over her soft flesh again, stroking and caressing. Every pore of her body was on fire with desire.
Soon there came a soft knock at the door, the sound she had been waiting for. She raced across the room to answer it, her big tits swinging and the stickiness between her legs exciting her even further. She opened the door and there stood the handsome bellboy. He saw her naked body and his own lust reflected in her eyes.
"My God!" he exclaimed, but more of a groan stuck in his throat. He rushed into the room and slammed the door behind him. He quickly removed his jacket and shirt, shoes and socks, keeping his eyes riveted to Pam's beautiful body.
She also watched him and liked very much what was being revealed to her. She saw that his erection already made a big bulge in his pants. He unfastened his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down and struggling out of them. Standing there in only his shorts, his cock was like a tent pole straining at the fabric. He gripped the waistband and maneuvered it dower over his rigid dong.
When it came into view, hard and straining, Pam's eyes widened and she licked her tongue out over her lips. It was long and thick, at least seven inches, and it stood up against his hairy belly, throbbing and jerking, his hairy balls swinging beneath it.
He advanced toward Pam holding his prick like a lance and she spread her legs apart and pushed her pelvis forward. He lowered himself until he was on a level with her and placed the bell-shaped head against her blonde pussy. She was so hot she groaned with lust and took it in her hand, and placing it on her waiting cunt lips, shoved forward. She was so hot and slippery the head went in immediately with a slurp.
The bellboy reached down and took her thighs as she gave a little hop in the air and he picked her up. She locked her legs around his waist. That caused his prick to slide into her hot snatch all the way to the hilt.
"Ummmmmm," they both moaned happily when they were coupled.
She pulled his head to her and pressed her mouth to his. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she tasted his warm, sweet, rushing breath and his slippery saliva. His tongue retaliated like a wild serpent and probed and licked in her mouth.
He tensed the muscles of his ass, causing his shaft to rear up deep in her and he felt her cunt squeeze tightly around it in sucking motions. Some of the juice from her cunt ran down on his balls.
He walked around the room holding her up like that and each step he took caused his dick to work in and out of the moist snatch. He backed her up against the wall and gave her several long, slow, in and out strokes.
"Ahhhh, ummmmmm!" Pam sighed when she felt the hot pole of flesh working in and out of her grateful pussy. It penetrated wide and deep, pushing the walls of her cunt aside in its journey into her depths, then pulled back again, making sucking noises.
He walked back to the middle of the room and said, "Hold tight. I'm gonna lower you to the floor."
She kept her legs locked tightly around him while he lowered her to the soft carpet and she felt his muscles tense as he came down with her, making sure they didn't become uncoupled. When she felt the carpet under her back she pushed upward, locking her legs tighter about him, causing her cunt to caress its welcome intruder like a tight glove. Her hands were all over him while her mouth worked his in hot, passionate kisses.
He began to push his hips, hunching fiercely, driving his sword to the hilt in thrust after thrust, deeper and deeper. She met each thrust by pushing her pussy upward, her ass bouncing up and down on the carpet.
She felt pleasure flowing over her in waves, and the waves became stronger and stronger; propelling her into a blissful, satisfying orgasm.
"Oh, it's good… so good!" she moaned into his mouth. "Fuck me good like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He moved faster, until his balls bounced against her ass, driving his hot prick into her slick snatch, filling the room with the beautiful music of fucking.
"I'm coming," Pam cried. "Coming and coming… ooooooooooooh… you're making me… COME!"
Her cunt gripped tightly, squeezing his huge prick, and the flood of her orgasm washed over it, driving him wild.
"I'm coming too, baby!" he groaned and shoved faster, faster, and deeper, until he felt his balls twitch and his cock reared up deep in her and exploded, sending sticky come spurting into her.
She felt the hot, creamy liquid gushing against the pulsating walls of her pussy and her orgasm reached another peak and -the intensely ecstatic feeling made her cry out with grunting animal noises. She felt the intermixed juices of their orgasms run down into the crack of her ass, and he felt his balls and thighs become saturated with it. Their bodies slipped and slid together as he kept pumping and her cunt sucked on his meat, squeezing every drop from it.
His orgasm slowly subsided and he fell on Pam in an exhausted heap. She covered his face with kisses.
"It was wonderful," she sighed. "So wonderful!"
"You were fantastic, baby!" he told her. "Let me rest a few minutes and then I want some more of that wonderful stuff!"
They rested and she learned that his name was Lou Grayson. He was nearly forty, an ex-sailor who had been stationed in the South Pacific. He enjoyed the tropics so much, he came to the islands immediately after discharge. He had various jobs, then ended up at the Moalakoi. The nay was good and he had plenty of free time to enjoy his island paradise, plus he was to be appointed bell captain soon.
They sat there chatting, naked, on the soft carpet, Lou feasting his eyes on Pam's luscious body. Her loose breasts hung down like ripe melons and he crawled over to taste them. His tongue licked gently over the smooth surface, sending chills of pleasure over Pam.
While he kissed and tongued her tits, his hands wandered over her, feeling, exploring, probing over the expanse of warm, sensuous flesh. He felt the moist, sticky flesh of her cunt and he kneaded and stroked the dewy fur. His finger felt the fat lips and wormed its way inside. It was like a pot of hot glue. Another finger was added, stirring and massaging until her clit became hard and pointed.
Pam moaned softly while he petted, growing hotter and hotter by the minute. She pushed hard against his probing fingers and her hands reached out and began stroking his strong, muscular body. She looked at his long, thick cock protruding from his sandy-colored pubic hair and watched as it rose to its fullest again, standing out, throbbing and jerking like an angry snake.
He was overtaken by the desire to eat her lovely snatch and he. crawled down between her legs, Pam spreading them wide apart. He buried his head in her fur. He was intoxicated by the strong female odor and the lingering smell of their fuck, their mixed loads on her cunt and thighs. His tongue dove into the spread lips and immediately his mouth and chin were drenched with hot juice.
"Ahhhh!" Pam sighed when his tongue speared deep, flicking at her clit. She reached down and held tightly to his head while he ate her. He moved his head up and down, his tongue making long, lapping motions. Her pussy ran with hot juice and soon his face was bathed in it. His lips encircled her clit and began sucking, Pam's whole body shuddering with pleasure. She rotated her hips in circular motions and imprisoned his head with her thighs.
"Oh, Lou, Lou," she moaned. "My pussy is on fire!"
He kept probing and sucking, his mouth making sensual music, and Pam tensed, on the verge of orgasm. Her ass beat a steady rhythm on the carpet as she thrust her cunt up to meet his lips and tongue.
Totally ravaged, Pam rolled over, taking Lou with her until she was seated on his face in the dominant position. She began moving her hips frantically, up and back, with circular movements, the whole while holding Lou's head firmly between her hands.
She leaned back, arching as much as possible. Lou's hands immediately found their position on her beautiful, heaving breasts. He squeezed tightly, she yelped with pleasure, his tongue still working frantically between her thighs. She felt like an animal, totally without inhibition and with thoughts of nothing other than pure lust.
She placed her right hand to his opposite side, and with one, swift motion, was now facing his throbbing penis. Lou grabbed her ass with both hands, her cheeks fitting perfectly within the palms of them. Pulling her cunt to his mouth he gnawed at it as if it were prime filet – which it was. Deeper and deeper his tongue lapped at the inner walls of her cunt, his lips smothering those of her pussy.
Pam had both hands on Lou's hard, sticky rod, squeezing while pumping up and down. "Oh my God, Pam!" he cried. "I think I'm going to lose my mind!"
She stuck the head of his cock in her mouth, her teeth scraping the head slightly. He shook abruptly. She took his cock – to the hilt, her tongue bathing his penis with warm saliva. Lou's entire body shivered a$ she continued her up and down strokes while squeezing his balls.
"Lou, I'm going to come!" she garbled, his prick halfway down her throat. "Fuck me with your tongue like that! Yes, that's it! Oh, it's soooooo good!" Faster, faster he went and her stomach muscles rolled and her cunt twitched involuntarily. "Now, Lou! Now! I'm… I'm… coming! Oooooh, aaahhh, ummmmm!"
Lou never let up while her orgasm came in waves, making her body tremble with ecstasy. He let her ride out the storm and when she was satisfied, he stopped eating and told her to get on her hands and knees. She quickly did as he instructed and he crawled into position, aimed his rigid prick and shoved it in her dripping cunt, all the way to his balls.
He kept still for a moment letting it soak, savoring the feeling of his sensitive prick embedded in her hot, slippery flesh. He reached around and got a tit in each hand and kneaded the soft orbs.
She loved having his shaft in her, hot and hard, and when he made it jerk deep inside her hole, the walls of her pussy contracted and sucked at it, sending shivers of delight through both of them.
He began to move slowly, pulling back until only the head was in, then giving a long push all the way back in. As each inch penetrated, quivers of ecstasy permeated his whole being. In that wonderful, dog-style position he could stick her long and deep and his hands were free to explore her tantalizing curves.
It felt so good. Lou's cock throbbed and he began fucking faster, his balls swinging to and fro like a pendulum. He felt Pam's snatch contract and squeeze his meat and she was moaning beneath him, ready for another orgasm. He moved faster, ready to come with her.
Prick in cunt made loud slurping noises in the quiet room, accompanied by their moans and sighs. Pam pushed back hard to meet Lou's long thrusts.
"I'm coming, Lou!" she cried.
"Me, too, honey!'' he gasped. "It's ready to shoot!"
She felt his prick swell even bigger and the long shaft tensed as his cum gushed out and her own orgasm exploded, mixing with his. She felt his cream flow into her, hot and thick, setting her on fire, filling her with exquisite pleasure.
He felt her climax wash over his shaft while his load boiled deep in her snatch and he pounded furiously, sending spurt after spurt to its target. He kept fucking until he was spent, and both of them fell to the soft carpet, two tired masses of satisfied flesh.
After a short rest, Pam suggested they get cleaned up and Lou followed her to the shower where they bathed each other from head to foot. When Pam began washing his cock and balls, Lou, who thought he didn't have another fuck left in him, got hard and backed her against the wall and shoved his cock in that delightful snatch and pounded it until both of them exploded in another gratifying orgasm.