Pam walked into her but and looked around. It was sparsely furnished with a bed in one corner, a table with a cracked mirror above it in another corner, and a couple of thatched chairs. She tried the bed and found it to be quite comfortable. She closed her eyes and imagined the village-dwelling American she'd seen earlier. She pictured him lying there beside her, his arms around her, and a tingle went through her body. While she was lying there relaxing and daydreaming, she heard a loud commotion in the village. She got up off the bed and looked out the window. Where she could see the ocean through the trees, she saw the canoes returning. The children of the village were running down to the shore to meet them. She went outside and hurried toward the beach to watch.
As the canoes rode in on the tide, several men jumped out into the shallow water and guided them into the beach. When all the canoes were in, the children crowded around the men chattering excitedly and asking questions. Pam stood a short distance away observing, her eyes closely watching the movements of the men.
Kapuna saw Pam and waved to her, walking to where she was standing. He smiled broadly and said, "Well, we finally made it back."
"You made good time, considering you were depending on muscle power alone," she replied.
"Yes, I guess we did," he agreed. "My men are very good with the oars, but nothing to compare with the powerful engine of your big cabin cruiser."
"I'm so happy that it's operating again," she said. "We can't ever thank you enough for what you've done."
"We are very happy to help."
Together they walked to the village and Kapuna escorted her to her hut. When they reached the hut, he paused a moment and inquired, "Pam, what's your girlfriend like?"
"Shelly? She's really something," she said in a carefree tone. "Why, you like her?"
"I find her quite beautiful. Don't misunderstand me, you, too are most beautiful, but I've noticed that you have your eye on my brother Phillip."
"Your brother?" she questioned. "I thought he was American."
"He is, but to me, he's my brother. You see, Phillip came to this part of the island three years ago, with me. I'd been going to college near Hawaii, and after deciding I wanted to live once again with my people, I decided to quit school and do a bit of island hopping before returning home. I met Phillip on Maui. He was living in a valley with wild goats, no people. I found it interesting that an American could enjoy living off the land like he was doing."
"He sounds like quite the Bohemian. Please go on. This is becoming more interesting," she said.
"Well," Kapuna said, taking a breath, "we struck up an immediate friendship and traveled together for a month until I asked him if he'd enjoy living at the village with me. He said yes, my people took him in as one of their own, and the rest you can see for yourself."
"Does he speak the language well?" she asked. "Your language, that is."
"Yes, but Phillip doesn't speak much at all." Kapuna said.
"With the exception of this morning, I haven't seen him around," she said.
"He spends most of his time walking in the jungle or just sitting by the sea meditating," Kapuna told her. "But don't worry, you'll get a chance to meet him at the feast later on."
"I hope so," she said enthusiastically.
"But back to my original question. How attached is Shelly to the man she's with?" Kapuna asked.
"Believe me, Kapuna, she's not too attached to not be ink in you," Pam answered with a smile that stretched from side to side.
"That's most reassuring," he said. "'Thank you."
Kapuna excused himself and left her at the door, promising to see her later. Pam went inside the but and stood looking out a window at the bustle of activity in the village. People scurried about making preparations. The mouth-watering odor of cooking food floated on the air and a general feeling of excitement filled the surroundings.
A young boy came to the door of Pam's but and said, "You come now, Chief ready." Then he went to the other guest huts and summoned the others, and together they followed him to a large clearing at the edge of the village. All the villagers were assembled around the clearing. On a raised platform sat the chief and Kapuna. They stood when they saw the guests arriving. The chief motioned for them to join him, and they mounted the platform.
"You come now," the chief said, "we entertain you."
The chief clapped his hands and the festivities began. The first event was a race run by the young boys of the village. The people clapped and cheered, encouraging their favorite runner to victory. When it was over, the winner came and knelt before the chief, who put a crown of woven palm fronds on his head. The boy smiled broadly at the chief, looked self-consciously at the others, and got up to join the losers. Next, several wrestling matches took place, pitting together the biggest and strongest men of the village. Pam watched intently, her eyes closely following every move of -the superbly built, bronzed bodies and their display of brute masculine strength. Each winner of the wrestling exhibition came, as the winner of the race had done, and knelt before the chief to be crowned the victor. Each winner smiled and bowed to the guests and went to join the other villagers to watch the rest of the entertainment.
The beat of the drums began, their pounding rhythms spreading through the village, and into the clearing came a dozen or more of the island's loveliest young girls to perform the hip',-wiggling, graceful dance of the islands. As they moved in the rapid, undulating movements, Shelly turned to look at Kapuna. He was gazing at the young beauties, his eyes riveted to their swiveling hips as though he was hypnotized. Pete and Ted had the same looks on their faces.
The young girls finished, and in their places came an equal number of young men to entertain with the exciting fire dance. Each of them held lighted torches which they twirled dangerously above their heads, in front of them, behind them, and between their legs. Pam felt her breath catch several times as the flaming batons whirled faster and faster, narrowly missing the bare skin of the dancers. When they were through, she joined the others in a wild ovation to all participants.
As a finale to the entertainment, the young girls and young men united in another hip-wiggling, sensuous dance, accompanied by the hypnotic, ever-increasing rhythm of the drums.
As Pam watched their graceful, beautiful bodies come closer and closer together, she felt herself caught up in the excitement. She ran her tongue wetly across her lips and pressed her thighs tightly together. The beat of the drums penetrated her body, igniting a fire deep within her, and when the dancers finished their sensuous movements, she felt stimulated and aroused. She joined in the applause and found that her nipples were taut and tingling.
The chief got up and announced that the feast was ready. The villagers cheered and followed him to the place where the luau was spread. When Pam stood up she felt slightly dizzy and her crotch was hot and sticky. She took Pete's arm and together they followed the others to the feast.
What looked like acres of food was spread on the ground on long, colorful cloths. The chief sat down first, then Kapuna, then the guests who were seated near the chief. When they were seated, the rest of the islanders sat down and the feast began. Pam looked in amazement at the amount and' variety of food spread before her. Great slabs of meat, whole birds, exotic vegetables, bushels of fruit, and gallons of the native drink to wash it down with. She took a sip of the potent liquid and looked across at Shelly.
"Now this is the true Polynesian Passion, isn't it, Shelly?"
"You said it," Shelly replied, taking a long drink. "Makes me tingle all over."
"Me, too," Pam agreed, "And I'm already so turned on from the entertainment I can't stand it.
Her eyes turned and gazed at Kapuna, who was eyeing Shelly as he ate a piece of melon. She noticed the distraction in his eyes as he looked up smiling, waving one hand in a semi gesture. She turned to see Phillip walking slowly into the village, dressed in what seemed to be a robe of some kind. He nodded at everyone and immediately took his place next to Kapuna.
"I trust you've had a relaxing day, my friend," Kapuna said, placing his hand on Phillips shoulder.
"Quite, thank you. I was by the ruins earlier. Seems the little animals have turned them into a regular hotel. It's really beautiful."
Pam stared at Phillips expression, which was one of total peacefulness. He had a gentle face, good features, and an air about him that blended perfectly with the surroundings. He spoke in low tones to Kapuna for a moment, and then commenced to begin enjoying the feast.
Kapuna looked at Shelly, who was sitting across from him, and gazed deeply into her eyes. She felt her blood turn into liquid fire and pump wildly through her veins. "Is everything to your liking, Shelly?" he asked in his deep resonant voice, calling her by name for the first time.
She felt her brain whirl and answered somewhat shakily, never taking her eyes from his, "Yes, very much to my liking."
Ted and Pete were attended on either side by a shapely, gorgeous island beauty, who kept stuffing food in their mouths and offering them drinks while they giggled and chatted excitedly. They spoke little English, but Pete and Ted understood them perfectly.
The luau lasted for hours and when it finally began to slow down, the sun was already lowering in the western sky. Pam felt in a rare state of euphoria. The local drink has made her feel relaxed and happy, and she was full of the delicious food.
She gazed serenely at the beauty around her. A soft breeze blew gently through the trees, fragrant odors filled the air, music floated languidly about her, and in the distance she heard the lazy roll of the surf.
Couples began pairing off and walking away hand in hand. Kapuna looked at Shelly, and standing up, motioned for her to.follow. She got up and followed him as though she were in a trance. Turning briefly, she saw Ted and Pete, their arms around the young beauties who were still feeding them.
Pam shot a quick smile to Shelly as she walked off with the chief's son. She noticed that the chief and Phillip were engaged in conversation, laughing and drinking, while Phillip politely declined invitations from various island women. She felt her body tremble as she studied this unique individual, and thought to herself how enjoyable it would be to bed down with him. She looked at the activities Ted and Pete were involved in, smiling to herself, knowing some lucky villager would be getting the treat of her life getting fucked by either of the young men.
At that moment, Phillip excused himself and began walking towards the beach. Pam jumped up and spoke. "Excuse me Phillip, would you mind some company?"
"Not at all," he replied in a soft tone.
Pam and Phillip followed a fragrant, flower filled path that led from the village.
"I'll show you some of this beautiful island," he told her. "I'll give you a personal guided tour."
"I'd like that very much," she said, looking up at him and smiling. "Your island is beautiful, all right. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."
"Wakaui would be very pleased to hear you say that. I myself couldn't agree with you more," he said. "That's why I've chosen this place to live."
"My name is Pam," she said with a tone of anticipation. "We were never properly introduced."
"Well, Pam, now we can communicate on a more informal level," he said.
They walked along side by side; their bodies touching at times. Phillip pointed out places that were significant to him, and asked Pam personal questions about herself.
"What's your last name?" she inquired.
"Downey," he answered. "I'm not much for last names, and here they're totally unnecessary. But if you have to have one, that's mine. And yours?"
"Thompson. Pam Thompson. I guess I'm just used to being places where everyone is expected to know everyone's full name."
He took her hand as they strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand and wading ankle-deep in the low surf. They walked further and then he led her inland along a small path, heavy with low growth and lush vegetation. It was dusk, and the night was beautiful, once again filled with the sounds of the jungle inhabitants.
"There's nothing out here that can hurt us, is there?" she asked.
"No, just little creatures, beautiful birds and nature's wonders."
"You're a real nature freak, aren't you?" she asked, hoping that what she said would not be taken offensively.
"Yes, very much so," he replied. "It's all free, and I believe that it's the only honest thing there is."
"How long have you been away from the mainland?" she inquired.
"For nearly fifteen years," he said. "I left and traveled Europe for awhile, then island jumped for the remainder."
"Do you mind me asking how old you are?" she asked, looking at him questioningly.
"Not at all. I've just reached the magic number forty. But I think age is totally insignificant."
They continued their walk through the jungle, chatting, until they came upon a clearing surrounded by huge trees. Phillip walked over to a fallen tree and sat down. She studied his face as he surveyed the area, gazing up, and then down again. "Do you come here often?" she asked. "Sometimes," he said. "It's kind of sacred ground you might say. Most of the time I spend my days either helping out in the village or simply resting at my nest in the hills."
"I'd like to see your nest," she said, smiling at her usual coy manner.
"You may, if you'd like to. But first, I'd like to show you something." He got up, took her by the hand, and walked through the clearing to where a statue was placed. "If I didn't know better," she said, "I'd say that looks like a man's organ."
"It is," he replied. "It's a fertility rock. There are a few scattered in various sections of the island. They're stones which mark the ritual place of early Hawaiian women who made offerings to the rock to achieve fertility."
She looked at the stone carefully. It was at least six feet in length, and it was in the form of an erect penis and testicles. "God, can you imagine the size of the guy that could support that!"
"I take it you're very interested in cocks," he said.
"You could say that," she replied, gazing at the wondrous rock which stood before her.
"There's more to life than simply fucking, Pam. To truly experience sex to its fullest, you have to have an understanding of your own body."
"I know my body pretty well," she said laughingly.
"Show me," he said. "Sit on the rock and explore your body. I know that you're in the mood. I was observing you during the feast. You're a very sensuous woman and react sexually to the slightest motives." He motioned for her to straddle the giant penis, and after stripping, she reluctantly did as he instructed. "Don't let the fact that you're being observed bother you. Non-inhibition is the key. Just let your fantasies carry you away, just as if you were in the privacy of your own place."
As she mounted the stone, she felt the surge of cold rock beneath her. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, her ass and thighs clinging tightly to the massive circumference of the stone penis. She placed her feet on each of the round, stone testicles, giving herself the balance she needed as she leaned backwards. She placed one hand behind her, and with the other, played with the curly bush between her legs. She rubbed up and down the lips of her cunt, feeling the lips begin to react and swell to her caressing motions. She inserted both her thumb and forefinger in her slit, and contacting with her clit, rubbed it between them.
"Ooooooh, it does feel good," she moaned slightly.
Phillip sat on the ground to her right and slightly in front, enabling him to fully observe her every move. "Get into it," he told her. "Don't just masturbate, make real love to yourself. Take it slow and explore every inch of your body."
She inserted another finger into her juicy hole. With all three fingers she started fucking herself, slowly and sensuously. Her cunt began secreting fluid as her hand moved faster, causing her stomach to twitch involuntarily. Her tits heaved back and forth as her nipples became as hard as the stone upon which she sat. "Oh God," she whimpered, "I could almost come right now!"
"Don't think about coming," he said. "Just ride the feeling and do things to yourself you never dreamed of."
She sat upright, taking her sticky fingers from her steaming slit, and began massaging her tits. She rubbed the smooth flesh and grabbed the nipples between her fingers, pinching slightly. "Aaaaa!" she squealed. She massaged the sticky juice over her chest and onto her stomach. She found herself humping the stone statue while her hands explored the entirety of her flesh. She grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began kneading the mounds of soft flesh, all the while humping the huge erection.
She opened her eyes slightly and saw Phillip, cross-legged, watching intently as she was driven into ecstasy. He nodded and smiled, motioning for her to become more involved. She licked her lips as she inserted a finger into her cunt from behind, stirring the hot juice until it ran down the backs of her thighs.
"Jesus!" she cried, rubbing her other hand between the cheeks of her ass, the other hand still caressing her yearning pussy. She began moving up and down on the stone figure, then in circles, nearly grinding her breasts flat. The coldness of the stone made the sensations even more intense as her whole body became inflamed. Pam made noises that were totally unrecognizable and she realized that she was in a delirious state. She had never before felt such complete satisfaction during masturbation. It was actually as if she was being made love to.
Her voice came in low, husky tones now, "Phillip! Phillip! Please fuck me, please!" He looked at the pleading expression on her face and answered. "You don't understand, you are. being fucked, but by yourself." He reached over, and finding a smooth, rounded piece of wood, stood up and handed it to her. "Here," he said. "Use your imagination with this."
She took the instrument and slowly placed it against her awaiting cunt lips, pushing it ever so cautiously into her undulating orifice. She grunted like an animal as she pushed it in, then retracted it and repeated the procedure. "I'm going to come!" she cried out, pumping faster and faster with the object she held tightly in her grasp.
"Then stop doing that and do something else," he answered. "The best orgasms come when you postpone one or two. Let your desires continue to build, then slowly get into something else, then when you finally reach the ultimate climax, you'll lose all sanity."
She released the sticky hunk of wood and it fell to the ground. She sat there for a minute, holding back with all she had, doing her best not to come. Her body shook and trembled as she waited momentarily for the urge to subside.
"Play with it, Pam. Play with your pussy," he instructed.
She sat up again and put her hand between her thighs, once again stroking the thick growth of hair. Her fingers outlined the lips and length of the slit. Clear, sticky juice began to ooze from the hole, and she massaged it all over the lips with her fingers. She stuck her finger in and stirred it around making a squish sound. She let her finger lay on her clit, massaging it, thrusting her hips back and forth until her throbbing hole sucked furiously at her finger. She moaned softly and writhed under the motions of her caresses.
"Tell me how it feels," Phillip said.
"Ummmmm, it feels so good!" she sighed. "It's so hot and sticky, and now I'm adding… another… finger… ummmmm."
She pushed the two fingers rapidly in and out of her dripping cunt. He watched the gaping hole close and squeeze around her fingers. "Ooooooh, it's getting better and better. So hot, oooh, so hot." She thought of Pete and wished he were there pushing his big hard cock in and out of her cunt till it exploded. She pushed her fingers faster in circular motions, until so much juice ran from. her soaking cunt and saturated her thighs.
Phillip spoke in a very gentle tone. "Lay on your back and bring one leg up till your heel touches your ass." He was on his feet now, unclothed, standing just a few feet from her.
She braced herself as she turned over, maneuvering into the different position. With one leg draped over the side of the stone image, she raised the other, spreading widely until her foot was resting below her butt. She lay there, staring at Phillip, who was now standing directly in front of her. The angle of the monument was just enough for her to lay comfortably, and it afforded Phillip the perfect viewing position.
"Now, stick your finger up your, ass," he instructed.
Up to this point he hadn't been wrong, so without hesitation she did as he suggested. The crack of her ass was so wet and sticky, it wasn't at all difficult to lubricate her asshole. Running her fingers in the moist sauce, she carefully inserted her forefinger into the opening. At first, the muscles resisted, but with constant flowing motions, they began to relax. A strange sensation went through her body as she continued to run her finger in and out of her ass. This was one thing she had never done, nor ever thought of doing. She would have felt perverse, but under the circumstances, the only thing that mattered was the satisfying of the flesh.
He reached up, and taking her thumb in his fingers, placed it on the eager lips of her snatch. Immediately, she buried it as deeply as it would go, caressing the inner walls of the torrid interior. She removed her finger from her ass, and replaced it with her middle finger, while she reinserted both forefinger and thumb into her pulsating vagina. Her hips whirled from side to side and up and down as her fingers pressed against the insides of her body.
Pam was so totally aroused she couldn't utter anything other than grunting and groaning sounds. She took her free hand and began massaging her breasts; first one, then the other, until she was squeezing them with animal lust. She bent her head forward while lifting a breast to her mouth, licking the erect nipple. Tingles of electricity ran through her as she bit and chewed at it. Her entire body was on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Dropping her head back, she began grabbing at her legs, stomach and any other part of her body she could come into contact with. Blurry eyed, she noticed Phillip standing before her, stroking his cock, not once taking his eyes from the activities which she was engaged in. She could barely make him out but the sight of him jacking off intensified her emotions.
She lay there, tongue hanging out of her mouth, with her legs drawn up. The sounds of her finger-fucking filled the clearing, as she stroked faster, her head thrashing from side to side.
"Aaaah! aaaaah! Yeees, I… can't… hold… back anymore!" she blurted out. Her hips bounced, pushing her cunt up to meet the thrust of her fingers. Her orgasm broke like an earthquake, causing her entire body. to go into convulsions as she shuddered with immense pleasure. She moaned,and shook wildly as she came. Her fingers probing and pushing in the slick hole. Slowly, slowly her climax ended, and she lay still, panting and sighing.
Totally exhausted, Pam slid from the stone figure and fell to the soft grass beneath. She looked up at Phillip who was smiling down to her. "Did you find it interesting?" he asked.
"I've never experienced anything quite like it," she sighed, her lower lip trembling slightly.
He extended his arm, offering his hand to help her to her feet. She took it and slowly stumbled to an upright position, her knees shaking. "I still feel a bit unsure of myself," she said.
"No rush, take your time and catch your breath. What you just went through was simply an example of getting acquainted with yourself. Now, I'd like to show you yet another path to sexual fulfillment."
Pam gave a slight giggle and said,. "That experience was like a fertility sacrifice. 'I hope the Gods were appeased."
"I don't think they'll be offended," he said, "I can't think of a nicer offering than the one you just presented."
She picked up her clothes and threw him his robe, then they proceeded to walk through the clearing to a path which appeared to be a well beaten one. Nude, they walked hand in hand, clothing draped over their shoulders. The entire affair had been such a unique and different one, she hadn't even taken the time to study in depth the man who was escorting her on this mysterious journey.
As they reached the path Phillip took up the lead, as it was quite narrow and heavy with underbrush. She watched as he walked ahead, his tall, lean body striding along at a slow but even pace. He was well built, not particularly muscular, but in good shape. She noticed that he definitely carried himself well, and there was something about him that assured her that he knew his way around the female body. He appeared quite free, totally uninhibited and tremendously peaceful.
He didn't speak as they continued down the path, maneuvering around rocks, trees and small streams. When they came to a steep place, he put both hands about her waist to help her down. She stumbled and fell heavily against him, feeling his muscles tense against her. She looked up into his face and saw him gazing at her body. She smiled and returned the gaze, starting with his eyes and moving slowly downward. He had a beautiful physique, trim and tanned. Her hands stole down his sides as she softly kneaded at his skin.
They stood there smiling at each other for a few moments, then he spoke to her. "Come on. I want to show you the most beautiful place of all. My favorite spot on the island."
Pam heard the loud rush of water as they continued down the path. There was another bank that Phillip helped her down, caressing her soft flesh as he held her firmly under the arms. She moved close to him, their naked bodies pressing against one another. He bent his head and kissed her passionately, his tongue tracing her lips, then probing within her mouth. She sighed as their tongues intertwined, their mouths sucking gently. He rubbed his fingers through her hair and held her head between his hands, kissing her more passionately than before.
When their lips parted, he tenderly kissed her nose and smiled. "You are truly a beautiful girl," he said sincerely. "One of the most beautiful I've ever seen:"
She hugged him and kissed his chest, entranced by the cool night air and the melodic sound of the rushing water. He took her by the hand and led her a bit further until they came to a small clearing.
"Here it is," he said. "What do you think?"
She looked about her. From far over their heads a waterfall cascaded down over a wide bed of huge boulders in a white, frothy torrent to a blue, crystal-clear pool below.
"Oh, Phillip. It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "It's breathtaking!"
"I come here often," he told her. "This has always remained my favorite place. I like to come here to think and just to be alone."
"But not always alone," Pam said, thinking what a romantic spot it was.
"No, not all the time," he replied. "I've made love to a few women here."
"Tell me about them," she said, moving closer to him, letting her body come into contact with his.
"Not too interesting. Enjoyable experiences, but I'm afraid they don't make very.good stories," he said.
They sat for a while, listening to the water as it followed its path over the maze of rocks. The evening air was clean and fresh, the soft, warm breeze blowing at their nude bodies. Phillip rested on the soft ground covering and gazed up at the millions of stars. Pam studied his face in the moonlight, pleased that she was here with him.
"So this is your nest?" she said. "A fine nest for a bird of paradise."
He smiled and said, "I enjoy being free as a bird."
"Please tell me about the girls, you've balled up here," she asked again.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," he said. "As I said. Just a nice place to do nice things at."
"I'll bet you really know how to do nice things, too," she said, rubbing her hand along his face.
"I do my best," he replied, kissing her hand as it rubbed across his mouth.
His hand stole to the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading softly. "And how about you, Miss Pam?" he said, pulling her close to him. "Do you like doing nice things?"
"I love doing nice things," she answered, smiling broadly at his grinning face. "Especially with a beautiful guy like yourself."
He poked her in the ribs and began to tickle her up and down her side. She retaliated by pinching his ass.
"Ouch!" he yelped. "There's the devil in you, I know there is."
They both started laughing, rolling on the soft leaves and grass. Phil pointed to the reflection which the moon made on the still ocean. "Looks like a pathway to nowhere," she replied, gazing, almost transfixed.
"Yeah," he added, "The opposite of a highway to happiness."
She stared at him momentarily, then cracked a broad smile and placed her hand on his. face, rubbing it softly. She bent over and kissed his neck.
"You see that fruit hanging from that bush to the left?" he said. "Pick it and hand it to me."
She rolled to her left and grabbed one of the pear-shaped objects, then handed it to Phillip. "You going to eat it?" she inquired.
"Hope. This is a very unique type of fruit. There's something about it that does wonders.during sex. Besides being a great lubricant, when you breathe on it, the hot breath makes it get warm. It tingles the skin. Rather erotic, wouldn't you say?"
"I heard Shelly talking about something she used in the states once, I think she called it Emotion Lotion." She thought for a moment then continued, "Yeah, that's the stuff. She said it was really great!"
"If it's anything like this, it is great stuff," he said.
She tore the fruit open and let some of the sticky pulp drip onto her arm. She breathed on it and smiled, saying, "It works, or else I'm so stoned I'm imagining everything."
Phillip leaned up and kissed her shoulder, her neck, and then her lips. He let his arm encircle her waist and tilted her body towards his. She let her breath sigh into his mouth and he moaned softly as he pulled her closer. She shivered as he cradled her in his arms, kissing her warm, ripe lips until she was crazy with desire. She put one hand up along the back of his neck and rubbed' and ran her fingers through his hair. Her other hand traced a pattern along his shoulder, his bicep, and forearm.
His right hand began to move over her body, exploring her voluptuous curves. He caressed her soft, smooth skin, and his erection became full grown and demanding.
"Take your hair out of the pony-tail," she whispered. "I want to feel your hair on my body."
With one quick motion, his hand unfastened the leather tie which held his hair in place. He leaned his head forward slightly and shook it, his hair coming forward, hanging well over his shoulders.
"I've never made it with a guy with such long hair," she said. "In a way it feels kind of weird, but very sexy."
Pam could see translucent images floating about in the area around where they lay. "God, I feel wonderful," she exclaimed. "I hope this feeling never ends."
He grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her to him, kissing her with a passion unlike anything she had ever felt. While they kissed, their tongues moved slowly and sensuously, first tracing the pattern of lice, then stroking at each other's surfaces.
His hand moved to her breast and he groaned slightly as he rubbed the cool flesh, massaging its contour. She began kissing more wildly as he fondled her tits. Cupping a breast in one hand, he lowered his head and began tracing the nipple with his tongue, while his other hand was busy caressing her other breast. He chewed gently and she squealed with delight, her body twitching with each nibble. He placed his hands to the outside of her tits and pushed them inward, burying his face in their fullness, licking and sucking until he was so hot he was panting. The thumbs and index fingers of his hands found their mark on the bull's-eye of her big breasts, manipulating them in small circular patterns. She groaned loudly as her lust grew with intensity.
Phillip dropped one hand and began following the curves of her body downward towards her crotch. His hand went between them, rubbing her stomach as the fingertips felt her ridge of pubic hair. She allowed her upper leg to slide back slightly as he put his hand to her blonde bush, stroking the silky mass. She sighed and laid back on his arm, kissing and biting at his neck. As he rubbed her pussy he felt his hard prick bursting under the pressure, and his heart pounded more wildly than ever.
His fingers stroked the lips of her cunt, moving up and down, outlining the opening. He felt a trail of slippery liquid begin to moisten her snatch, and he parted the lips, letting his middle finger probe just inside. The flesh was fiery hot and slick. He stuck his finger further, and the flesh closed around it and sucked it in.
Pam moaned and kissed him harder when his finger penetrated deeper into her cunt. Her hands played over his body, rubbing and stroking.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed blissfully as her cunt sucked tightly on his finger. He pushed it in and out in slow strokes. She reached and felt for his hard-on.
As she touched his rigid dong he pulled her closer, rubbing his body against hers, his hard cock stabbing at her body. She reached out and took it in her hand and stroked the length of the shaft. It was fiery hot and throbbed against her palm and fingers.
He sucked in his breath and groaned while she stroked it. She jacked it forward and a stream of sticky juice oozed from the tip. She massaged the juice over the smooth skin of the knob. They lay there, kissing and masturbating each other, their tongues licking at each other's face.
He rolled back and pulled her on tog of him, his hands moving to her ass, kneading the soft flesh. He spread her cheeks and rubbed their insides, letting his fingers occasionally slip to her pussy, returning with slippery sauce. She placed her hands on his hips and began stroking along his sides and chest. She wiggled from side to side and ground her hips into his crotch, feeling his stiff prick jerking against her belly. She spread her legs widely as his hands rubbed frantically over her cant, ass, and the rear of her thighs. Her entire lower portion was wet and sticky from hot juice which Phillip was massaging into her flesh.
They rotated their chests in opposite directions, her tits grinding into his. He licked her mouth, her neck, and tongued a trail to her ear. He outlined her inner ear, then buried his tongue as far as it would go. She jerked spasmodically as chills ran down her spine. He ran his hands up either side of her spine, his fingers massaging in circular motions as he undulated beneath her.
"Have you ever taken a ride on the Chocolate Speedway?" he asked, his voice so low she could barely hear him.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered.
"I want to butt-fuck you, Pam."
"Will it hurt? Ooh… I don't care if it does. Yes, please do it!" she pleaded.
Phillip slid out from under her and positioned himself so that his thighs were resting on the backs of hers. "Just relax," he told her.
"I've never been so relaxed in all my life," she replied, moaning as his hands began rubbing her back. She felt as if she were floating in space, completely weightless. She couldn't believe the strange sensations she was experiencing-the most delightful ones she'd ever encountered.
His hands kneaded at the backs of her thighs, her inner thighs, and her ass. She could feel his hot pole rubbing against her skin, stroking ever so slowly. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it from her sticky pussy to her asshole, spreading the liquid up and down the back of her ass. He separated her cheeks with his palms and lowered himself until his erection was in line with her hole.
Slowly, he pushed forward, then retracted. He repeated the procedure until the head of his cock was embedded. "Aaaaaah!" she grunted at the initial penetration. He backed off momentarily and repositioned his hands until he was holding her hip bones from underneath, then pulled her towards him as he descended into her depths. They both made noises like wild animals, the inner muscles of her ass giving way to his pleasure stick. He began pumping slowly as she moaned with each stroke.
Lifting himself slightly he pulled her legs to the sides, spreading them as wide as possible, cocking his knees behind hers. He placed his hands to either side of his pumping organ, cupping a cheek in each palm, squeezing as he stroked in and out.
"Sweet Jesus!" he cried. "Oh, God; does this feel good!"
She began arching her rear to meet his thrusts, the juice from her snatch now pouring from the torrid hole. "My God, I've come," she mumbled, still arching frantically and rotating her hips. His cock retreated from her ass and began grinding between her buns, then slipped through the back door and into her waiting cant. The fat, swollen lips engulfed his penis like a vacuum cleaner, slurping and sloshing as he jabbed and thrashed in the inflamed flesh. He inserted his thumb into her anus as his prick jack-hammered into her vagina.
She attempted to speak but could only garble unidentifiable words. His hands were now all over her body, massaging and caressing every inch. She moaned and thrashed about muttering under her breath, the undulating sound of prick and cant seemingly echoing through the night.
Once again he withdrew his hard shaft, this time reaching underneath her pelvis and raising her rear to meet his face. She arched to her knees slightly and he rested on his elbows, lancing out at her snatch with his tongue. She yelped as he began eating her from behind, his lips and her caressing one another, juice and saliva mixing in a torrent of pleasure. He licked and ate savagely, his tongue probing deeply, fondling her inner walls. His tongue flicked from asshole to cunt and back again, as she writhed with ecstatic delight.
Phillip leaned forward, his chest pushing against her ass, causing her to lay flat. He crawled on top of her and rammed his pud back up the dirt road, his other hand leaching around and grabbing at her pussy. He held her and rolled to his side, remaining coupled, grabbing a firm breast and squeezing. She turned her head and kissed him passionately, nearly trying to eat his tongue. He released her tit and reached for the half-torn piece of fruit which was lying nearby. Scraping some of the juicy pulp from its skin, he lubricated his prick and the crack of her ass. Then he spread the remainder of the fruit's contents over her tits, stomach, thighs, and crotch. She gasped as he breathed on her sensitive nipples, the heat generated from the pulp causing her breasts to heave as her nipples became so hard she felt like they might explode at any minute.
Holding her by the waist he rolled onto his back and took a breast in each hand, his legs spread around hers, holding her in a locking position as he continued thrusting into her ass. He moved his head slightly, taking a nipple in his mouth, allowing his hand to explore her steaming slit: Pam couldn't believe this was really happening: Cock in her ass, hand in her cunt, tit in his mouth, while the other tit was being fondled.
"Ooooooh, Pam," he sighed. "This feels sooo good."
"Phillip, I want you in me again. Please, now," she moaned, trembling with desire.
He pulled out and got to his feet. "Put your legs around my waist," he said. She obeyed instantly, and wrapped her long, gorgeous limbs about his waist. While she put her arms around his neck he supported her with one hand, and with the other he reached around and guided his cock to the lips of her waiting cunt. She felt the head of it touch against her box and she relaxed, the lips opening up as she lowered herself, taking the head into her with a slurp.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Phillip moaned happily at the first contact of his prick with her bush. He hunched his hips while she lowered herself and it slid slowly into the cozy, hot, juicy hole all the way to his balls.
"Oooooooh, Phillip, it's good. It's so very good!" she cried, while the slick, throbbing walls of her cunt closed tightly around his stiff prick.
"Oh, God, yes! So good!" she sighed, ecstatic at having Phillip in her.
Their arms wound tightly around each other and their mouths came together hot and moist, their tongues twined and curled passionately.
Pam's hands played all over his hard body while his hands supported her by the cheeks of her ass. He raised and lowered her on his shaft, feeling a glow spread all over his body as the slippery sheath of her snatch slid over the sensitive flesh of his cock.
He began to walk around and each step he took was an intensely blissful thrill for both of them. Each of his movements made his prick stir, jab and wiggle in her slippery pie.
Walking towards the crystal pool at the foot of the waterfall, he told her, "I'm going in. I want to fuck you in the water."
Pam, delirious, said, "Fuck me anywhere, sweetheart. Just fuck me!"
Phillip cautiously descended the bank holding Pam tightly to him so they wouldn't uncouple. He walked into the water and it almost sizzled at the contact of their hot bodies. The water got deeper, covering their connected organs, and its force pushed them even closer.
"I love to fuck in the water," Phillip said, giving her several hard strokes.
She made an animal sound and grabbed him tightly, bouncing up and down on his prick, she screamed, "It's driving me crazy! Oooooooh!"
He leaned her back slightly in the water, and while he held her he gave it to her in long, slow strokes.
"Oooooh, aaaaah, uuuuuum!" she chanted as his fuck-stick cruised in and out, stroking the sensitive walls of her cunt. Her pussy responded by squeezing and massaging his hot meat and oozing slippery juice all over it.
He lay back, floating while Pam kept straddling his body, never letting his prick out of her for an instant. They swam, played and floated like two coupled fish, their organs growing hotter by the minute.
"Pam, I think I'm going to shoot my wad soon," Phillip groaned, pushing it into the depths of her throbbing snatch.
"Me, too," she sighed. "Any time now… ooooooh, ooooooh, OOH!" she cried out in rhythm with the thrusts of his prick.
He got into shallower water to finish it, his feet planted firmly on the bottom, Pam still with her legs around his waist, riding his cock. He began to hunch faster and faster, his hips driving his hot cylinder deep and hard.
They were like two wild things, grunting and moaning, fondling and rubbing, their orgasms imminent. Beneath the surface of the water, the sounds of their working organs could be heard, sucking, squishy sounds as prick plowed in and out of cunt in an ever-faster motion.
Pam felt his pelvis vibrate and darts of bliss began shooting through her. Her
nipples tingled and she sucked harder on Phillip's tongue.
"I'm gonna come!" she wailed.,I'm gonna come… darling… you're… making… me… come! Ooooooh!"
He felt the whole sheath of her cunt grip and pull at this pounding cock, manipulating it like a hungry, sucking mouth and his balls tingled as the head of his meat throbbed and swelled.
"Now? NOW!" he cried. His jizm blasted out of his prick propelling him into indescribable bliss. It spurted out the end of his fucking joint and splattered deep into Pam's coming snatch. Their bodies were a blur of motion while they abandoned themselves completely to the ecstasy of their mutual climaxes.
Their loads blended together, flooding her cunt, washing over his cock like a hot shower. He kept hunching until his climax subsided while her pussy kept squeezing, milking all his nectar out of him.
They finally uncoupled and swam around the pool, luxuriating in its refreshing coolness. It was a twilight atmosphere, and as Pam looked around, she could see why this particular spot was Phil's paradise location for retreat.
Phil swam to the shallow side and climbed out of the water, sitting on the bank, his feet dangling knee-deep in the crystal pool.
Pam swam to him, mooring herself between his legs, resting her arms on his thighs as she floated.
"Why don't you be a nice girl and whip a little skull on me?" he said, looking hungrily at her luscious lips. She smiled up at him and then took his limp dong in her hands, fondling until his erection began to return.
"Wait a minute," he requested, pulling himself to his feet and walking to the edge of the small clearing. He reached to a growth of vegetation and plucked another piece of the stimulation fruit. He relocated himself in his original position and she once again began to massage his prick. Phillip tore open the fruit and let its juicy pulp pour over her hands and his now fully aroused muscle.
"Is this stuff edible?" she inquired.
"Totally non-toxic," he replied. "And besides that, it really has a quite unusual and delicious taste."
She spread the thick juice over his rigid prick, stroking and massaging it over the entirety of his crotch. He sighed and moaned softly, leaning his head back and propping himself up with his arms outstretched behind him. He gazed up at the stars, feeling the light breeze blow over his face and through his hair.
He sighed heavily as Pam's hot breath came into contact with the head of his cock, the juice making his pecker feel as if it had been stuck inside a tub of hot water. Cupping his balls with one hand and holding the base of his shaft with the other, she went down on his cock, her mouth enclosing it like a warm glove. Her tongue played around his pole, all the while her mouth sucking and caressing. She realized that she was able to get the majority of his cock in her mouth, without stretching or feeling uncomfortable. As his throbbing prick jerked within the confines of her mouth, Pam was enjoying fully the sensations of mass penile engulfment. She closed her jaws about his prick gently and began gnawing at the flesh of his pole. The juice tasted good to her, and she sucked more feverishly until she was drooling from the sides of her mouth. The mixture of sloppy juice and saliva ran over her hands, down over his nuts, and over his thighs and ass.
He lay there smiling with eyes closed; lost in outer space.
"Jesus!" he remarked. "You really know your stuff."
His enthusiastic approval of her sexual technique caused her to lose herself even more, becoming fully engrossed in satisfying his pleasures.
He squirmed under her touch, rotating his hips in circular motions as she continued to bob up and down on his hot, tingling stick.
"Oooooh, do I love getting head!" he exclaimed. "You give the best blow-job I've ever experienced."
Pam moved her tongue up his slippery prick and began nibbling and biting his knob. Her tongue flicked and encircled it, tracing the outlining ridge of the bell-shaped bulb.
She squeezed his balls and he let out a groan, his hips now thrusting to meet her advances. He leaned forward and grasped a tit in each hand, pushing them together and pulling them towards his valley of deep desire.
She released her grip and repositioned her hands to the sides of his thighs, caressing his flesh. He rubbed her breasts against his crotch, letting his prick sink between the two ripe mounds. She licked at the head of his cock as it popped up between her breasts, then disappeared within the lubricated flesh.
Her hands moved along his sides, squeezing at his ass and massaging down the length of his thighs to his knees. He bent his head forward and breathed heavily on her breasts and his own throbbing meat. Immediately the pulp of the fruit went to work, sending hot, tingling sensations through both of them. He squeezed her nipples as his remaining fingers worked on the soft flesh of her tits. She began writhing under his caresses.
He released her breasts and held her head firmly between his hands, pushing it down to meet head-on with his waiting oint. She once again clasped his shaft with her hands, squeezing and folding as his hands maneuvered her head up and down, and from side to side.
Phillip uncoupled her head from his cock and reached down grabbing her underneath the arms, pulling her on top of him as he let himself fall back on the soft grass.
He kissed her like a savage animal, his hands kneading deeply into the flesh of her back and ass. His hands stroked her entire backside as they squirmed, rotated, and ground themselves into one another.
Phillip rolled on top of her, straddling her chest. He grabbed his cock in his hand and placed it to her lips. As her lips opened to greet his welcomed organ, he leaned forward, letting it slide down her tongue and jerk on the roof of her mouth. He hunched back and forth, rotating his hips as his hot. meat stroked in and out from between her red lips.
"I really want to fuck you in the face!" he told her. She gazed up at him, glassy-eyed, as he moved forward slightly, getting a good grip on either side of her head. He began moving in slow, steady strokes. The circular motions of his ass pressing against her breasts sent chills of pleasure through Pam, and she responded by kneading the flesh of his ass while he continued. on his way towards his orgasm.
His in and out thrusts became more rapid and he groaned as he hunched wildly. She inserted a finger in his anus and he let out a grunt, shoving his prick all the way in to his balls. She felt his cock ride to the back of her throat and she thought she was going to gag.
He pumped like a madman, holding her head steady while his body vibrated and jerked: "Aaaaaah!" he groaned, and she felt a spurt of hot juice collide with the back of her throat. Phillip retracted his pulsating member and spun himself around until his face was directly above her hairy bush. His hands rubbed the length of her body as he buried his mouth deep within her crotch. She pulled his hips towards her, grasping his cock and shoving it in her mouth. They were both fiery-hot as they lay there, sucking and eating at each other.
They worked like two see-saws, in rhythm with each other, then in opposite rhythm. They worked faces against organs until they were moving at a feverish tempo, her working hard on his red-hot prick, while he chewed, licked and devoured her cunt. Their hands massaged juice and saliva into the other's flesh, while their bodies wiggled in constant motion.
Phillip was working himself into a double climax, the first one having been quickly subsided before prematurely shooting. Pam was moaning loudly as her snatch poured a constant stream of sticky cream. Their bodies tensed almost simultaneously as they neared mutual orgasm.
"Aaaaaah, aaaaah, aaooooh!" she cried out, gripping. and scratching his backside. "Baby, baby, baby. Eat it all! Please, eat it all!" She squeezed his muscle as she met his deeper thrusts with a wanton lust.
Phillip hunched and pulled Pam's ass upward, his come gushing from his meat like a fire hose. His ejaculation made her come instantly. bathing his face with frothy syrup. They milked each other in a slow, rhythmic motion. their bodies overcome with a trembling feeling of electric current.
He sucked at her clit as spasms ran through her legs, causing her to lurch forward from the waist down. His hips made a final thrust, plunging his cock into the cavern of her face. Their separate loads traveled down their throats, each of them moaning with total satisfaction. Lying in the afterglow, they kissed and caressed, their tongues cleaning and lapping at the sticky jizm which had saturated both of them.
She bit his ass gently, kissed it tenderly. "You have a beautiful ass," she said. "I've never been a fancier of men's asses, but I love yours."
"I find yours extremely pleasurable as well," he answered, giving her a lick from asshole to snatch. She giggled as he blew a breath into her slippery hole.
Phil brought himself around and lay beside her, holding her closely and kissing her ever so gently. "Ummmmm," she sigh "This has truly been a most unique and enjoyable a evening."
"I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did,'' he said.
"At least, if not more," she replied, licking his face and ear.
"What's say we go back to the village and see if there's any food and drink left " he said. "I've really worked up quite an appetite."
"Me, too," she added. "You know something lover-boy?"
"No, what."
"I'm going to have the best sleep of my life tonight," she said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said. "I feel like I've been reborn."
They got up off the ground.and threw their clothes on. They looked at each other as they staggered around, obviously weak-kneed. Phil laughed as he tripped and fell to the grass. They rolled around laughing and giggling for several minutes, then once, again got to their feet and started on their journey back to the village.
He pulled her close as they walked, hugging her and running his hand up and down her arm. They walked the remainder of the way without speaking. until they finally reached the outskirts of the village. A few villagers were still dancing about, drinking and singing. The remains of the luau were spread about, large amounts of food still unconsumed.
Phillip and Pam seated themselves beneath a palm and began picking at the left-ovens, pouring themselves another shell of Polynesian liquid. They smiled at each other and chatted quietly, involved in one another and totally unaware of the activity around them.
"I really had a wonderful evening, Phil," she said.
"So did I, babe " he replied. "I'd like to spend more time with you before you all leave, but I may have to take off early tomorrow on a little errand."
"What sort of errand?" she asked.
"Occasionally I take small side trips into the jungle and along the coast in search of new food sources and good fishing locations."
"Do you have to leave tomorrow?"
"I don't know yet," he said. "Kapuna will undoubtedly let me know when I should leave, and until he does, I won't know when I'm leaving."
"I'm really disappointed," she added. "I really hoped we could spend the day together. I hope they wait a day or two before sending you."
They sat quietly, gazing at each other dreamily.