Among those who had attended the party was one who had appreciated it more than most, even though the reason for his appreciation was somewhat less than esthetic. Hoku Hamonu, known among his friends as "Wikiwiki", was a beach boy. He was from Hana, on the windward side of the island of Maui, and was one of the very few natives of nearly pure Hawaiian blood left in the islands. His grandmother had claimed, with great pride, to have been raped and impregnated by none other than Bully Hayes himself, last of the freebooters who had once roamed the South Pacific. The story may even have been true, for there was a touch of the pirate in the make-up of Wikiwiki.
Not that it was readily apparent. His protective coloration was perfect. He wore his wavy, black hair short, scorning the girlish hair styles of the mainland youth so widely copied by most of the beach boys at Waikiki, and all of the well-muscled, cookie-with-cream complexioned, two hundred pounds of his lazy, six-foot frame exuded a kind of smoldering and indolent masculine sexuality. He was so good-looking he would have been considered a "pretty boy" had he been less obviously and blatantly male. Superficially at least, he appeared to be a guileless, happy-go-lucky, good-natured but shiftless slob who happened to be very good at his chosen career of guide, swimming and surfing instructor, and male prostitute. As a matter of fact, Wikiwiki was possessed of a mind that was one-third steel trap and two-thirds calculating machine. As he lolled on the beach, hands clasped behind his fine head, his innocent brown eyes fixed on the distant, heat-shimmering horizon, his mind was busily at work on the problem of the three girls who lived in Number Four at the Pacific Paradise Hotel.
Being a man who recognized talent when he saw it, he considered the girls only a problem to the extent that they had a certain genius that was going woefully and shamefully to waste, a genius he felt would be better and more profitably put to work enhancing the life and filling the wallet of Hoku Hamonu, known as Wikiwiki.
At the party the night before, he had consumed less liquor than most, although he had taken an active part in the ensuing fun and games. From the vantage point of relative sobriety, he had deduced that the girls in question were not rich, although they had spent money like drunken sailors. Handling money wisely was not, he decided, one of their many virtues. No matter. People who could throw such an amazingly and spectacularly successful party (impromptu at that) had no need of other talents. What those girls needed, he saw, was the fatherly guidance of a man. Besides, he also perceived that in gathering them to his protective and manly bosom he would be acquiring a ready-made harem, and he was thoroughly fed up with making love to the fat, middle-aged tourist ladies who were his usual victims.
His decision made, Wikiwiki arose from his reclining position on the sand and sauntered slowly but purposefully in the direction of the Pacific Paradise Hotel. He didn't bother to knock but mounted the rotting steps to the porch and lounged in the open doorway. He arrived just as Ellen finished announcing her seduction of Joe Moto.
"Hi," Wikiwiki said.
Three pairs of eyes, brown, blue and green, opened wide at the sight of his handsome face, broad shoulders and massive muscles.
"Hi, yourself, gorgeous," Lynn replied. "The party is over but you're welcome."
"Take your trunks off and come in," Kalola invited.
"Hold on, you two," Ellen objected. "I saw him first."
"Ladies!" Wikiwiki exclaimed, holding up a hand as if to fend off imminent attack. "Let us remember our manners. I'll be most happy to service you one at a time, but no unseemly conduct, please." He had decided that the colorful pidgin that was part of his act when dealing with rich tourists would be wasted on these babes, so he spoke, instead, in the English he had learned while a student at U.C.L.A.
"I have a proposition for you. No, no! Not that kind! Oh well, all right… pleasure before business, if you insist. Then, when I have satisfied your animal appetites, I will tell you how you are going to make us all rich."
"Oh, we'll love being rich," Lynn agreed. "But, for right now, why don't you remove your trunks? We want you to be comfortable."
"Let me help you," Kalola suggested eagerly.
"Me, too," Ellen offered, showing more enthusiasm than was customary with her.
Wikiwiki sighed and allowed the girls to roll his swim trunks down over his hips. He gazed upon them with fond indulgence as they went into raptures of delight over his long, brown cock with its bulbous, businesslike head.
"Did you ever see such a set of nuts?" Lynn demanded, cupping his scrotum in her hand and hefting the Brobdingnagian balls.
"If you ladies don't mind," he said, gently disengaging six avid hands from his genitals, "I'll first administer to the little blonde."
Ellen's blue eyes sparkled as she jerked her muumuu off over her head. She seemed undaunted by Kalola's catty suggestion that it was obvious Wikiwiki wanted to save the best for the last.
"Come now, little one," Wikiwiki said when Ellen stood naked before him. "Join me in this comfortable chair." He sat down, drew her to him and, lifting her easily by her hips, set her on his lap so that she was facing him, her cunt, so recently used by Joe Moto, poised over the head of the now stiff prick that had swollen and hardened to twice its former girth and length. He continued to hold her out to the full extent of his arms, as a man might do it examining a painting he considered purchasing.
"You're a beautifully constructed bit of ass," he commented. "I hope all of the men who have had you have appreciated the fine points of your body: the delicate shape of your tits, the cute, little curve of your tummy, your really magnificent thighs, and this delicious, pink snatch that is now kissing the head of my cock. Shall we let them get better acquainted?" He lowered her so that only the head disappeared into her body.
"For chrissake, quit teasing," Ellen said to him. "I want that big thing stuck up in me so far it comes out between my tonsils."
"Tsk, tsk," he clucked at her, shaking his head. "I see you have a lot to learn about the fine art of fornication. Slow and easy is better. I raped a blonde chick at your party last night. All her husband had ever done was to hump hell out of her as fast as possible. But even rape must be done gently and lingeringly. Before she left she looked me up and asked me for another date. Now, because you've been a good girl and have listened without interrupting, I will let you have another inch. Isn't that nice?"
Kalola and Lynn, breathless with suspense, were watching intently.
"Oh, my God!" Ellen groaned, "what the hell are you doing to me? I never felt like this before in my life. It's barely in but it feels like it's dancing inside me."
"Only throbbing," Wikiwiki explained. "It is excited and hungry for you, too. I have tried to teach it patience, but it is slow to learn."
He took thirty minutes to lower Ellen all of the way so that she was finally sitting on his thighs, his cock in her up to his balls. By that time, she was a nervous wreck, a mass of insanely tingling nerves, and his body no sooner came in contact with her clitoris than she exploded into a violent orgasm. Smiling smugly, he continued to hold her while she climaxed, then began lifting and lowering her with his powerful arms and hands, occasionally bending her toward him so as to kiss her writhing mouth or nibble at her bouncing breasts. When he finally grew tired of this, he held her snugly against him and rotated his strong hips to drive his cock in and out of her in a slow, perfectly timed rhythm. The watching girls, hearing the familiar, wet, slushy sound of semen, knew that he had at last deigned to complete the act and to honor their hippie friend by filling her cunt with cum. He released her, and she slid from his lap to the floor where she lay on her back, her eyes closed and moaning softly.
Wikiwiki smiled at Lynn and Kalola. "Who's next?"
"But you just did it!" Kalola protested. "How can you…"
"I see it's still hard," Lynn pointed out. "Amazing!"
"Oh, I'm always good for three or more on one erection," Wikiwiki explained carefully. "How about you, Red?"
"I'd like to suck you," she told him. "It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, and putting a lovely thing like that in my pussy seems a sacrilege. May I?"
"Be my guest," he replied graciously, "but let's not hurry. I would first like to see you undressed and do a little petting with you. I suspect your figure is even superior to that of the blonde… riper and more lush."
Kalola looked disappointed, but she didn't say anything as Lynn took her clothes off and sat on Wikiwiki's lap, his cock between her legs. They kissed and ran their hands over each other. He murmured extravagant compliments but, although Lynn had figured by this time that he was full of bull, she also knew that he meant the things he said to her, at least in part. As any woman would have done, she enjoyed hearing her breasts, her face and her legs described in glowing terms, and she liked it even better when he kissed each place as he spoke of it.
"I have a cute asshole, too," she said, laughing at him.
"Let's see," he said, turning her over and spreading the cheeks of her buttocks. "You sure do," he agreed. "You didn't think I'd kiss it, did you?" It was his turn to laugh as he ducked down and kissed her very thoroughly, then let his tongue curl up and around until it was licking at her vulva and he was sucking up the musky juices that seeped from her passion-throbbing cunt. Just when his tongue had found her clitoris and had given it a friendly lap or two, and she had begun to believe that he intended to make her come, he pulled his head from between her thighs and, changing his position, presented the head of his prick to her mouth. Eagerly her red lips closed over it.
"Easy," he cautioned her. "Make it last."
She tried, but she was so anxious he had to push her away from it from time to time to delay the final climax. His reason for doing this was not entirely selfish. He knew she was boiling with passion, not only as a result of his caresses but from the vicarious thrill she had received by watching him make love to Ellen.
"Rub your thighs together and hunch yourself like you were being fucked," he instructed her. She blindly obeyed and found that the action caused the mucus-slick lips of her vulva to agitate her clitoris. Before another minute had passed, she was having an orgasm of unprecedented strength. It came just as his prick began to jerk in her mouth, spurting loads of semen into her throat.
"How about my turn?" Kalola asked as Lynn rolled away, so drained by the discharge of physical and emotional tension that she was nearly unconscious. The little dancer had stripped out of her clothes and now she rubbed herself against him, purring and squirming like a cat in beat.
"Sure," Wikiwiki agreed, grinning happily. "I wanted to fuck you last night, but there were too many guys in line ahead of me. As they used to say at U.C.L.A.: 'you're built like a brick shithouse'. Back in the old days, I'll bet you would have been the number one girl at the court of Kamekameha. The old boy would have fucked you every night and twice on Sundays."
"Do you think the old days would have been better?" she asked him. She was rubbing her nipples across his face and she had his prick between her legs, massaging it lovingly.
"No," he replied, digging his fingers into the resilient, brown flesh of her ass. "I think it's more fun now. In those days, I'd have spent most of my time out on the reef, fishing. Now all I have to do is lay around the beach, screw white women and take their money. You're very athletic and supple. Can you stand up and touch your toes?"
"Sure I can," Kalola said. "Watch this." She stood up and reached down to put both hands flat on the floor.
"That's fine," Wikiwiki applauded. "Just hold that pose." He stepped behind her, placed a hand on either side of her hips and began pushing his cock into her.
"Hey!" Kalola said, "you got it in my asshole."
"I know," he replied evenly. "After all the screwing you did last night, I thought your cunt might be tired. Don't you like it this way?"
"Yeh, but it's the biggest one I ever had in my brownie. Gosh, I can feel it getting even bigger! You gonna come so soon… right after already doing it twice with Ellen and Lynn?"
"Yes. Doing it excites me… makes it harder for me to hold back." With one more lunge he began to squirt into her, and she could feel the hot stuff against the sensitive wall of her anus. Excess semen ran down the back of her legs. She straightened when he withdrew. To her surprise, he caught her small body in his arms, flipped her end over and stood her on her head, then stopped to push his face between her thighs and, holding her erect but upside down, he began to vigorously suck her clitoris. When she came, she felt like a fountain or a geyser that shoots straight up into the air. It was a strange but wonderful sensation and she was delighted that he continued, making her come over and over again until she was weak from the tension and dizzy from her inverted position. When he finally lowered her gently to the floor, she passed out, her supine body appearing as limp and lifeless as that of a doll as she lay across the equally inert forms of the other girls.
"Now how can I talk business with them when they're crapped out like that?" Wikiwiki complained, shaking his head. Then he remembered that he had a date with the young tourist girl he had raped the night before. "Oh, well," he said aloud, "I can always see them later. I think I'll only ask the tourist girl for fifty dollars. I'm worth more, of course, but I don't want to scare her away. She's very beautiful, and playing around with these girls has gotten me turned on." He put his swim trunks back on and returned to his own shack where he donned white trousers and a blue Aloha shirt. On the way out of the yard he picked a flower from the plumeria tree and tucked the stem into his thick, black hair above his ear. Thus attired in his Sunday best, he went to keep his date with the tourist girl.
Lynn sat up slowly and shook her head, her expression one of dazed bewilderment. It took several minutes for her to arouse the other girls.
"Tell me," she demanded, "did I dream all this, or did some fantastically beautiful giant come in here, promise to make us all rich, and then, single-handed, fuck us all into insensibility?"
"You didn't dream it," Ellen assured her. "He accomplished in two hours more than all those soldiers and sailors could do in a night. Or, as you say, 'single-handed'."
"More like single-pricked," Kalola corrected them. "Maybe he wasn't real. Maybe he is one of the old Hawaiian Gods come back to life."
"Real enough for me," Ellen stated, looking down at the froth of drying semen fringing her pubic hair.
The girls discussed their mysterious visitor the rest of the afternoon until Lynn remembered that she had a date with Tony. She hurriedly showered, changed and ran to the bus stop. She was only a few minutes late when she entered the room on the top floor. She was surprised to find the door already unlocked.
Tony was there, on the bed. His naked body, huge and black, was still, his open eyes staring at the ceiling. Lynn's mouth opened, and she started to scream in terror when she saw the wound in his chest from which the blood still oozed sluggishly and the red tide rolled across the white spread to drop in a widening pool on the floor.
Her scream was cut off by the shock of seeing a small woman with slanted eyes hurl herself from a closet, a red-stained butcher knife in her hand. Lynn did not need to understand the sputtering stream of Japanese words to know that this would be Tony's wife, that the woman had already committed murder and was bent on doubling her score.
Lynn did the natural and instinctive thing. She ducked and sidestepped the first lunge, then turned and ran. She went the length of the hall, down the stairs and out onto the street, not more than one jump ahead of Mrs. Nunez. Taking full advantage of her longer legs, she raced through the business district of Pearl City with her deadly pursuer close on her heels. The only thing that saved her life was the fact that Orientals in the islands are, by and the large, conscientiously law abiding. Lynn fled across an intersection on an amber traffic light, but Mrs. Nunez arrived just as the light turned red. From force of long habit, she dutifully stopped and was still standing there when a policeman approached her and asked her what she was doing on the main street with a bloody butcher knife. While he was interviewing her, Lynn disappeared in the crowd and went through a store that fronted on two streets. Emerging from the opposite entrance, she caught a bus and returned to Waikiki.
Mrs. Nunez convinced the policeman that she had been butchering a goat when she suddenly remembered she had forgotten to purchase any sushi for supper. She had not remembered to lay the knife down before sallying forth on this innocent mission.
Her brother, the gangster, arranged to have Tony's body disappear, and the word was spread around that the big man had gone to the mainland, deserting his wife and five children.
The police were the only ones in Pearl City who were not in on the open secret that Tony's wife had murdered him. Never a popular woman before her impulsive deed, she now became a favorite among the Japanese on Oahu. They expressed their approval of her by inviting her to all of their weddings, christenings and funerals. She was the guest of honor at the ceremony celebrating the opening of the new Buddhist temple.