Hawaiian Hooker
by Valerie Hart
(LLP-915)


CHAPTER ONE 

Hawaii is still the single most beautiful state of the fifty United States. 
It's a paradise consisting of a series of islands, the largest of which is 
Oahu. Tourism is probably the biggest industry in Hawaii. Not that the 
Hawaiians don't have other large industries. Their pineapple industry is the 
largest and finest in the world, and they have a cocoanut industry, a rubber 
industry, and many other large, moneymaking propositions. Still, because 
people from the mainland ache to see Hawaii so much, tourism is their 
largest industry, and they have exploited it in a magnificent manner with 
sights to see and places to go, many of which the average person living in 
Hawaii has yet to look at. But then, how many New Yorkers have gone to the 
Statue of Liberty, and how many Californians have visited a movie studio? 

The tour guide industry in Hawaii was extremely profitable, what with all 
the beautiful girls hired to escort and usher people around Oahu, showing 
them all the sights and, for a small consideration on the side from 
prominent shop owners, showing them so-called out-of-the-way places to buy 
things where the "average tourist" seldom went. The shoppers were happy, the 
shop owners were overjoyed, and the tour guides were more than content with 
the additional stipend they earned on top of the money they were paid, and 
the tips they got from the tourists. 

Such a tour guide was Lynn Kaneha, one of the few pure-blooded Polynesian 
girls working for OAHU TOURS. Now twenty-five, Lynn had been working for the 
same company for four years, ever since she had been graduated from Honolulu 
University. She hadn't majored in anything SPECIFIC, and when she FINALLY 
did receive her degree, she had been confused as to what to do. A girl 
friend had suggested that while she contemplate what to make her permanent 
life's work, she might consider becoming a tour guide for awhile. It would 
at least bring in much-needed money, and even though the initial salary was 
nothing fantastic, between the tips and the payoffs by the different store 
owners, she would be able to put aside a goodly amount. Eventually, she 
would be able to do something else, something she truly wanted, but by then 
she would have some cash to cushion her. 

Lynn agreed, and for four years worked for Simon Sumatsu's Tour Company, 
guiding people around the island. It was her job to lead groups of ten to 
twenty people on full week tours, showing them all the worthwhile islands, 
taking them to countless shopping places, showing off the delightful sights 
of Hawaii. Each tour was a week-long affair, and though people within the 
tour group had the right to go off and do some shopping on their own, they 
all initially traveled as a group, meeting every morning in the lobby of the 
hotel, taking the same bus, and always with the same guide. 

It was the women who did most of the shopping, and the men were always 
trying to proposition the tour guides. Lynn noticed the married men tried 
harder than the singles. 

Though the new morality had reached Hawaii a long time ago, Lynn was an 
old-fashioned girl. She went on dates with single men, mostly airline 
pilots, and she allowed a little fooling around, even indulging in heavy 
petting, but somehow she managed to keep her virginity in tact. 
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, she took the Pill ... just in case. 

Lynn was quite tall for a Polynesian girl. She had a healthy tan with dark, 
almost black, limpid eyes, a nose slightly thinner than most Polynesians, 
and sensuously alluring full lips. She had an unusually large bust 
development for a Polynesian girl, most of whom were noted for their petite 
figures. Her waist was narrow enough, but she had trim hips. Constant 
exercise and movement at her job kept her from developing a large behind. 
Her legs were very long, and under the mini-skirt of her green tour guide 
uniform, they looked like two tan, slender pillars. Because Hawaii was so 
pleasantly warm, she was not required to wear stockings or pantyhose, and in 
fact wore sandals on her bare feet. Other than that, her uniform was almost 
something worn by a stewardess. White blouse, green skirt and green vest to 
match. The blouse was open at the collar, since the girls had to be 
comfortable while performing their duties. Un-like stewardesses or nurses, 
they were simply not required to wear caps, for which Lynn was eternally 
grateful. Her long, black hair trailed halfway to her waist, giving her 
round, girlish face the appearance of childish innocence. It was this look 
of innocence that kept the horny men chasing after her for four years, and 
though she loved being chased, she had never gone out with any tour 
customers. 

Lynn had come to enjoy being a tour guide very much. She was earning good 
money, and would have had a nice bank account by now had she not sent some 
of her money to her parents to help them. As the years passed, she came to 
realize that this would be her job until she was finally lucky enough to 
marry. Oh yes, one had to be lucky to marry correctly, and Lynn was not 
going to settle for anything less than the perfect husband. The perfect 
husband had to be a man she loved, but equally important, he had to have 
enough money. Lynn had been born to poverty, had only gone to the university 
because she had been smart enough to get a full scholarship, and having 
tasted what it was like to have a little money, would not marry until she 
found a man with a lot of it. 

To look at Lynn and to listen to her talk when she was not guiding tourists, 
one would think of her as a dizzy-headed brunette. Nothing was further from 
the truth. Lynn Kaneha had planned her life, and now she would live her 
plan. 

So she thought until one fateful day in late August. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

She was at the airport as usual that Friday, seeing off a group of tourists, 
then getting ready for the next group. She would be allowed a couple days 
off in the middle of the week, usually Tuesday and Wednesday, and the other 
girl with her, Mariko, who was Japanese, being relatively new, had to settle 
for Monday and either Thursday or Friday. Usually Mariko took Thursday, 
since she wanted to be on hand Friday, when the tourists left, and they gave 
the girls tips. Too, Mariko, unlike Lynn, didn't mind dating certain male 
tourists, even the married ones, because she discovered these were the ones 
who tipped the most, especially when their wives were shopping. 

The flight to the mainland had just departed, and Lynn was counting up her 
tips, noting it had been a good week. The tips came to better than 
three-hundred dollars. This, added to the hundred-and-forty seven dollars 
and fifty-six cents, after taxes that she took home, helped make things 
quite comfortable for her. She was able to send her parents a hundred-and 
twenty dollars this week. 

The amounts would vary weekly, depending on the tips she received, and her 
parents were more than grateful for what little money she sent them. They 
never complained and whined the way many parents did, nor did they ever ask 
for more. 

She had tucked her wallet into her shoulder bag, keeping the flap of the bag 
turned in, aware of the pickpockets who worked the airport, when Mariko 
announced the new plane from the mainland was landing. The huge jetliner set 
down, and she and Mariko stood beside the open train of five empty cars, 
looking very much like the little vehicles used at Walt Disney World to 
transport the people to and from the parking lot. There was a large sign 
held up by two posts in the front vehicle, that read OAHU TOURS. She already 
had a list of the names and addresses of various people who would be part of 
the tour group. The addresses were just in case the tourists lost anything, 
the girls would be able to return the lost item. 

There were, as usual, ten married couples. Single men almost never took a 
tour, preferring to see the island by themselves at a much more leisurely 
pace. Once the plane began unloading, Lynn gave instructions to the boy who 
was with Mariko and herself to see to the luggage of the people whose names 
were on the list. Usually the luggage was loaded into the rear van before 
all ten couples got to them. 

There were the USUAL people, most of them in their late thirties to middle 
sixties, the men pot-bellied and overweight for the most part, and the women 
dumpy imitations of what they had been when they had gotten married. It was 
obvious from the looks in the eyes of the women their main concern was to 
see how much of their husbands' money they'd be able to spend without 
bankrupting the men. It was equally obvious the men were bored and had come 
merely to shut their wives up. Naturally, on seeing Mariko and Lynn, their 
interests were finally focused on lust, pure and simple. 

During the ride to the hotel, nothing untoward happened, but in the hotel, 
while the women were looking the place up and down, the first men to 
register had to wait while the others did so, and they were already 
whispering propositions to the two lady tour guides. Mariko giggled without 
making any other comment, letting the men know she might be interested on 
her days off. Lynn, on the other hand, said absolutely NOTHING. 

The tour guides worked during the day, but during the evenings they were on 
their own, and after getting the new tourists checked into the hotel, Lynn 
informed them Friday was the day for them to relax and enjoy the hotel's 
facilities. She would be back tomorrow morning, Saturday, at nine-thirty, to 
begin the tour of the island. 

It was while Mariko was off to the side, talking to a group of the women, 
that a small, Eurasian man approached Lynn and said, "Miss Kaneha, I am Bhin 
Sumatsu. My brother owns OAHU TOURS. I live on the mainland, in the east. I 
and my wife have come here to forget a business failure. My wife will be 
with some of her own relatives much of the time, but I chose to stay with 
the tour because of you." 

"Because of me?" she asked, somewhat surprised. 

"Yes," the small, weasel-faced man nodded. 

His dark skin was even more swarthy than her own, and he was perspiring 
profusely. He had black, stringy hair, and it was obvious from the two 
indentations, one on each side of his nose, that he usually wore glasses. 
His yellowed teeth were somewhat uneven, and he wore tight-fitting blue 
jeans and a white shirt open at the collar. 

"I don't understand," Lynn told him. 

"My brother came to the mainland some weeks ago, brining with him 
photographs of the many young women who work for him. He was trying to cheer 
me up, knowing my business was about to go under, and he promised me the 
pick of his young women should I and my wife come out here on vacation." 

"The pick of..." 

"For SEXUAL reasons," Bhin nodded. "I selected YOU." 

"Well I hate to disappoint you, Mr. Sumatsu, but I don't just ... " 

"You will be well-compensated, of course," Bhin told her. "My brother told 
me to offer you five-hundred dollars which he, himself gave to me. He said 
you might be somewhat reticent, but that enough money would convince you..." 

"I told you, I'm not THAT kind of woman," Lynn insisted, her voice soft but 
strong. "I don't do things like that." 

"Everyone does things like that," Bhin told her. "You, dear lady, are no 
different. I am told you support two parents, both of whom are very old. You 
were a change-of-life child. Jobs are very scarce here in Hawaii." 

"I beg your pardon..." 

"What I am trying to tell you. Miss Kaneha, is that if you do not accede to 
my wishes, you will be summarily fired, and it might be some time before you 
can find another job. How will you then be able to support your parents?" 

"That's a contemptible thing to say," Lynn insisted. 

"I am a contemptible person," Bhin admitted. "I am not interested in your 
opinion of me. I am solely interested in your body. I intend making use of 
it tonight." 

"Tonight?" she gasped. 

"Precisely. I know not what other plans you may have, but cancel them. My 
wife will be with some cousins of hers, and I, supposedly will be with my 
brother. In reality, you and I will be together at a small villa owned by my 
brother. We will be alone. Rest assured. Miss Kaneha, I want privacy as much 
as you. Do not tell me you will not meet with me in front of the hotel at 
eight o'clock. Do not argue with me. Just be here." 

Lynn had no intention of letting Bhin Sumatsu ravish her body, but she had 
been unable to tell him as much that late afternoon. He had walked away 
after talking with her, and she knew the Sumatsu family was a closely knit 
group of Burmese who had come to Hawaii some fifty years earlier. From 
nothing, they had built themselves up and they were proud of it. Simon 
Sumatsu was always boasting at staff meetings about how well his family had 
done. He was prouder of himself than anyone else, since he was the most 
successful of the five Sumatsu grandsons. Anyone daring to so much as hint 
that he had gotten where he was by means of payoffs and extortion would, one 
way or another, rue it. If that someone was an employee of one of Simon 
Sumatsu's companies, the man immediately had that individual summarily 
fired. Lynn knew full well it would be impossible to talk to Simon and tell 
him she would not allow his brother to dishonor her body, if for no other 
reason than Simon's belief that her body was being honored by being merged 
with that of a member of the Sumatsu family. In point of fact, he would have 
been grossly insulted if she had refused his brother outright, and he would 
be almost as insulted were he to learn she took contraceptive pills to 
prevent the bastard child of a Sumatsu from being born. 

If there was no other way open to her, Lynn would have to meet with Bhin 
Sumatsu again that evening at the appointed hour and let him know she would 
not let him simply make use of her body. She would return the five-hundred 
dollars he had stuffed in her shoulder bag, and she would reason with him, 
convincing him it just wasn't right for him to do what he was contemplating. 
She was certain he would listen to reason. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

That evening, wearing a white, knee-length island dress of white cotton with 
a green print on it, and a little white cape to cover her upper bare 
shoulders, Lynn returned to the hotel. She had coiled her hair up on her 
head in case she might see any of the other tourists. This way, she hoped 
they wouldn't recognize her. 

Bhin Sumatsu didn't recognize her when he first saw her, and she had to 
speak to him before it dawned on him who she was. He was wearing a tan 
business suit and a white shirt open at the collar. 

"Ah, Miss Kaneha, I did not recognize you," he said, smiling his affable 
evil smile. "Indeed, you were most wise to change your appearance so we 
would not be noticed by other people from the tour. Come this way, please." 

"Please, Mr. Sumatsu," she insisted, not moving even though he was trying to 
tug her by the elbow toward the hotel parking lot. "I want you to 
understand, I didn't come here to do what you wanted me to do. I was hoping 
to reason with you and make you understand. I am twenty-five years-old and 
I'm still a virgin. I intend to remain that way until I meet the man I will 
someday marry." 

"A virgin?" he asked, making clucking sounds. "This is UNHEARD OF in a woman 
twenty-five-years old and older. Why no man expects his bride to be a virgin 
at your age. You'll be a disappointment to your husband, Miss Kaneha, if you 
do not allow yourself to gain some previous experience. It seems I have come 
along just in time to save you from yourself." 

"Mr. Sumatsu, I do not want ... " 

"Surely you are not going to tell me you do not want to be touched by a 
Sumatsu," he warned. 

"Mr. Sumatsu," she insided. "I'm not really ... uhhh ... worthy of such an 
honor," she told him. "I mean, there are so many other young ladies who 
would appreciate you so much more than I..." 

"We shall have a drink first," he told her, leading her to the Cadillac 
Seville his brother had loaned him while he was here, on the island. "It is 
not good for two people to talk without sharing a friendly drink. 

Without thinking, Lynn allowed herself to be ushered into the car, and then 
Bhin was behind the wheel, driving off. He drove into the hills, into the 
suburban area of Oahu, where each house had hundreds of acres of land. Lynn 
sat there, trembling, frightened, knowing this little brown man was intent 
on having his way. She was equally certain she would not let him have his 
way, and as a result she started thinking of other possible jobs she might 
try. She had always wanted to be an airline hostess, but the one local 
airline had a waiting list of girls two years long. She would never be able 
to wait that long. Her poor parents needed money badly. Her father, who 
worked at various jobs, depending on the season, never made very much money. 
Although her parents had never asked her for money, she knew they were 
dependent on her for much of their support. Being a waitress in a good 
restaurant was impossible. The pay was small and the tips smaller. Working 
in a bar would have been out of the question. Lynn knew she would lose a lot 
more than her virginity in a bar. She would lose her total self-respect. 

The car pulled up before a large, flat-roofed house, and Bhin pocketed the 
car keys, smiling as always, saying, "You see, Miss Lynn..." he was using 
her first name now, ". . . we are already here. Come, we shall go inside, 
have a friendly drink, and discuss this at greater length. Yes?" 

Shrugging, Lynn got out of the car. It would have been foolish to ARGUE with 
the man, now. He used another key to open the front door and led her into 
the lavish mansion. It was obvious the place was a sort of retreat for the 
members of the Sumatsu Family, though at the moment it appeared empty. 
Nevertheless, everything was clean and dusted, and there was a light on in 
the large front hallway. 

Bhin led the trembling girl through the hallway into the huge, almost round, 
palatial guest room that is, a room for entertaining guests. There were 
cushions artfully tossed all over the floor, and in the middle of the room 
was a very low table on which sat a bottle of wine. Two glasses were near 
the bottle. 

Lynn sat on a large red cushion, noting the walls of the room were dark. She 
waited while Bhin Sumatsu poured drinks for both of them, handed her a 
glass, then held his own up in a toast, saying, "To a close understanding 
between us, Miss Lynn. My brother has asked me to let you know that since 
you agreed to everything so affably..." 

"I AGREED to everything?" she asked. 

"Yes, of course. I informed him you were most anxious to make love with a 
member of the Sumatsu Family," he told her, and she realized that whatever 
she might say to contradict the man wouldn't be heard. He was purposely 
ignoring her protestations, hearing only what he wanted to hear. 

"At any rate," he continued, "my brother, realizing you felt signally 
honored by being chosen by me, has raised your salary an extra twenty 
dollars a week. You understand this raise is not something you should expect 
each time you sleep with a Sumatsu. However, this first time, since you 
understand how you are being honored, your understanding ought to be 
rewarded. It MUST be, in fact. 

There was a panel of buttons built into the small table, and Bhin Sumatsu 
pressed one of them. The walls lit up, revealing all kinds of erotic Burmese 
paintings. Every one of them dealt with one kind of fornication or other. 

Lynn jumped, almost as if she had been struck. This was something she hadn't 
expected to see, and it had taken her totally by surprise. 

"Ah, you are surprised and delighted at seeing such wonderful pictures," 
Bhin said, tossing off his drink and putting the glass down. Lynn, without 
touching hers, also put the glass down. His smile was a twisted thing as he 
looked at her and exclaimed, "Your pride need not be insulted. I know how 
much you wish to be part of that which you see etched into our family walls. 
Your body shall now know what it means to be blessed with the entrance of 
part of my own body. I do not believe in disappointing young ladies." 

Bhin rose to his feet and hurriedly shed his clothing, standing nakedly 
before her, letting her see his small, almost inadequate penis. Yet he 
behaved as if he were proud of it. As far as he was concerned, it was longer 
than the longest, bigger than the biggest, and thicker than the thickest. . 
Lynn stiffened, her face draining of color, her cheeks almost white under 
her naturally tan flesh. Her mouth opened to speak, but she was only able to 
emit a strangled, horrified sound. It was a noise she didn't even recognize 
as coming from her. 

The whole world seemed topsy-turvy to her. 

This was crazy! This imp of a man, a man who stood two inches shorter than 
herself, was waggling his penis before her, letting her know he expected her 
to simply undress, lie back, and let him bury his full length in her 
shuddering body. Lynn felt a wave of dizziness pass over her as the little 
man laughed a vilely obscene cackle. He disgusted her, and yet she also felt 
hurt. Her own pride had been wounded, because this man, like his male 
ancestors for hundreds of years before him, thought of women as CHATTEL, to 
be used only at a man's convenience. She felt somehow wounded, but she felt 
something else. It wasn't the man, but rather all the pictures on the walls. 
The erotic scenes caused all kinds of butterfly-like sensations to flit 
through her quivering belly. It was a feeling she had once had not too long 
ago when she was sitting in a restaurant with a handsome airline captain who 
had suggested she come to his apartment with him. There had been good reason 
for the butterflies on that particular day, for even though her virgo had 
remained intact, he had made mad, passionate love to her with his mouth that 
had set sexual fireworks off in her body. She had reciprocated by satisfying 
him manually. He had wanted her to do it orally, but that was something she 
had never done with a man before. 

Grabbing the glass of wine liqueur, she suddenly tossed it down, and liquid 
fire seeped into her belly. She looked from one erotic picture to another, 
remembering how that man's penis had felt in her hand, and the butterflies 
in her belly began to get stronger. She realized that the drink was 
aphrodisiacal. 

All kinds of marvelous, exciting feelings shuddered through her quivering 
form, and her remembrances of her night with that airline captain were 
arousing her in spite of herself. From the look in the hideous man's eyes, 
he was certain his own nakedness was what caused the desire to build in her. 
The pompous ass-hole! 

This was wrong, ALL WRONG, and she ached to say as much to Bhin Sumatsu. She 
wanted to protest that she was entertaining no lascivious thoughts about his 
ridiculous body whatsoever. But the image of the handsome airline captain 
had merged with that of Bhin Sumatsu, and now she was totally unsure. Her 
body was suddenly aching for some of the satisfaction she had received from 
that airline captain, and she wondered if a man like Bhin Sumatsu would 
consider doing something like that. What if the aversion she felt for this 
man was not really an aversion after all. What if she really felt attracted 
to him in spite of his skinniness? 

"Please ... Mr. Sumatsu..." she gasped. "You must understand ... this is all 
wrong ... I can't do what you want. I wish to retain my virginal status, 
even if it costs me my job. There are other jobs, but once my virginity is 
gone, there is no way to restore it." 

The mere thought of rejection at this point made Bhin Sumatsu snarl 
viciously at her, and the beautiful Polynesian girl began violently 
trembling. 

"You are not a stupid woman," he said to her. 'There is a waiting period for 
any decent job here in Hawaii, especially for beautiful young women like 
yourself. What are you so terrified about? All you are asked is to sacrifice 
a worthless bit of tissue in your body, a bit of tissue that some other man 
would rip out of you much more brutally than I. In return for this, you keep 
the five-hundred dollars and a permanent twenty dollar a week raise. Also, 
you have been honored by a Sumatsu. Why do you even think of resisting. Miss 
Lynn? I am certain this is something about which you have been curious for 
the longest time. Now that curiosity shall be settled, and think how 
fortunate you are that it shall be settled by a Sumatsu. My brother makes it 
a foolish policy of never having anything to do with the help, himself, or 
he would have long ago relieved you of your hymeneal burden. Fortunately for 
you I am here to do the honors. I shall fuck you with honor. I shall fuck 
you as my brother would never be able to fuck you, for my penis is so much 
longer and thicker than his." 

Inwardly, Lynn wondered if the little man was telling the truth. If his 
brother's penis was even smaller than his, then Simon Sumatsu had a penis 
the size of his pinky. Lynn found that hard to believe. Still, she didn't 
particularly care. 

"Please, Mr. Sumatsu..." she gasped, falling on her back and then rolling to 
the cushion next to the one on which she was lying. "I just won't let you 
force me, no matter what the consequences. I still have my pride, and I 
won't let you take that from me. What kind of a man are you who would force 
a woman to do something against her will?" 

Bhin Sumatsu, on his feet, moved toward where she sat on the next cushion, 
his body standing neatly between that of Lynn and the way out of the room. 
He had a defiantly angry look on his evil face as he looked at her 
tear-stained countenance. She heard the wicked chuckle coming from his 
throat and a dreadful apprehension overcame her as she realized no matter 
what she said, this man was intent on ravaging her body. Though he was 
shorter than she, he was still considerably stronger. 

Her hair was now disarrayed as she cowered back into the plump cushions on 
the floor, looking for some way out. She was whimpering with fright, and it 
was at that moment that Bhin Sumatsu knelt on the cushion before her, 
denting it deeply with his knees. Alarm shuddered through her long, willowy 
form. 

"OHHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... DON'T ... don't ... " she 
pleaded, holding out one hand at arm's length as if to ward off the evilly 
lecherous little man who kneeled in front of her with the snarling leer on 
his face. He took her by surprise by not clawing for her, but simply 
reaching out and taking her extended hand in his. 

"You must calm down, Miss Lynn," he told her, his voice a softly insidious 
whisper. "There is no reason at all for you to become so upset. You are 
behaving so foolishly. You know full well you wish to be made love to. If, 
by some mischance, you do not believe this at the moment, I promise you, you 
will indeed believe it once the two of us proceed." 

"No!" she gasped. "Please ... I have never done anything like this with a 
man. I am not ready for it. Please, Mr. Sumatsu, I will not allow you to do 
this to me. You can't make me do it! I'll fight you!" 

"You will not fight. Miss Lynn," he said, feeling self-confident, moving 
closer to the semi-supine brunette, his arms circling the beautiful 
twenty-five-year-old woman, drawing her closer to him. He laughingly ignored 
her futile struggles and attempts to ward him off. "You will see. Miss 
Lynn," he told her. "When this is all over, you will be more than pleased 
that we made love, and if we ever do make love again, it will be because you 
come to seek me out. First, however, you must be made aware of how 
pleasurable something like this can be." 

All kinds of wild thoughts ran through Lynn's mind. Against the walls of the 
room, under the erotic art, were all kinds of credenzas. Perhaps, in one of 
the drawers, she might be able to find a knife or a weapon of some sort to 
keep this man away from her. But then she realized, if she were to actually 
stab this man and not kill him, he would find a way to contrive charges 
against her. If, on the other hand, she did kill him, leaving his body here, 
his brother would know she was the one who did it and would seek revenge 
against her. This whole thing had turned into a nightmare. 

The thoughts suddenly came to nothing as the lovely Polynesian woman found 
herself being tightly drawn against the naked, hairless chest of the small, 
brown-skinned man. He crushed her to him as his powerful arms surrounded 
her, and his hot, hungry mouth came down in search of hers. Finding her 
lips, he pressed his own mouth tightly against them, pressing so hard, he 
was pushing her lips into her teeth, hurting her. 

Lynn groaned and found herself struggling, but her struggles were feeble in 
the arms of this man as, for a sudden panicky moment, she felt his squirming 
hand pressed hard against the tender fullness of her solid breasts beneath 
the silky material of the summer dress she was wearing. 

Futilely, the horrified beautiful tour guide continued struggling, and then, 
seeing how useless it all was, allowed herself to go totally limp, surprised 
at the hungering softness of the horrible man's kissing lips against her 
own. Once more, fluttering little sensations began running through the 
depths of her shuddering belly, making her quiver uncontrollably. 

"Ah, now, this was not too bad, was it. Miss Lynn?" the man asked, an evil 
leer continuing to light up his face as his hand kept on stroking the 
fullness of her swollen breast outside the summer dress. When the cape she 
was wearing got in the way, he peeled it off her shoulders and tossed it off 
to the side. "You must learn to relax, Miss Lynn," he told her. "You must 
let yourself go. You have missed a lot, keeping yourself from men, not 
permitting your body the use to which it was intended. You are, after all, a 
most sensuous woman, and it would be a shame for you to keep that body of 
yours preserved as you do." 

The words disturbingly echoed through the beautiful woman's mind as she 
realized they were almost mirroring her own thoughts. The trapped Polynesian 
woman was moaning in sheer desperation, now. She realized quite clearly that 
the aphrodisiac he had given her was working very strongly now, and this, in 
addition to the wants and needs she had denied her body for so long, made 
her understand her own physical being was about to betray her. The effects 
of the wine liqueur had caused her to turn into a bundle of loose, raw 
nerve-endings. She felt her mind rapidly losing what little control over it 
she had maintained, before. She was well aware by now that to plead any 
further would be totally useless. 

At this point the beautiful tour guide made no effort to stop her employer's 
brother as he slipped his hand around the back of her dress and pulled down 
the zipper. With the dress loose, he was able to slip his hand inside the 
built-in bra and caress the fullness of her naked breasts. He felt her 
nipples trembling with desire, and his groping, grasping fingers moved 
swiftly over the fullness of her dark-brown taut nipples, sending tiny 
lashing, licking flames of passion through Lynn's satiny flesh. Small 
needle-points of delicious delight continued wildly racing through the 
rubbery tip of her full, pliant breast as he continued rolling the 
delightfully hardened eraser-like surface of one nipple back and forth again 
and again, moving it maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. 

An obscenely horrid thought began flickering through the shuddering mind of 
the helpless Polynesian woman as she felt herself continuing to succumb to 
the coursing desire within her own aching system. She wondered if she would 
be like this from now on with all men. Would she succumb to other tourists? 
Now that this man was tearing down all the mental barricades she had set up, 
was it possible she was going to yield to the blandishments of other married 
men, the way Mariko did? 

The quivering thought sent an odd shiver charging through her entire long 
form as she felt something akin to actual desire at the mere thought of 
being possessed by so many men. Why, if she was able to earn extra money 
with Bhin Sumatsu, there was no telling how much higher her tips would be if 
she willingly slept with some of the horny men she guided around. She would 
be discreet of course, and she would be selective. If she was able to put up 
with Bhin Sumatsu, surely she would be able to put up with the grossest of 
men. All she had to do was make certain they had money. 

MY GOD! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER? WHY WAS SHE THINKING THIS WAY? She was 
certain her parents would rather see her dead than actually contemplating 
the use of her body for money. 

Looking at the little man who was fondling her bosom, she felt disgust well 
up inside her. But under that disgust was passion, there was no getting away 
from it. He looked almost like a little child as he moved his head, bringing 
his lips down against hers, locking his mouth wetly to her lips. She opened 
her mouth to protest and was surprised to discover she was thrusting her own 
tongue forward very sharply in lascivious reply. He sucked on the tongue of 
his brother's employee, pulling it all the way into his hungry mouth. 

Bhin Sumatsu was quite good when it came to titillating women, and right now 
this particular woman was being titillated, all right. She was responding as 
he knew she would, and soon her arms were wrapping themselves tightly around 
his shuddering body, holding him close to her. She was melting into him when 
he finally whispered to her, "Let us not ruin these lovely clothes of yours. 
Miss Lynn. It would be wise to remove them." 

The whispered sound of the man's words were like a sudden gust of cold wind 
blowing through her mind and Lynn realized precisely what she was allowing 
to happen. She was going to permit this man to use her body. She thought of 
breaking away once again from her employer's brother, of breaking this 
terrible bond of intimacy that had developed between the two of them. She 
wanted to run. But even as she thought about it, she wanted to know just 
where she ought to run to. She was certain she would not even be able to 
stand on her legs, because they felt as if they had the consistency of 
jelly. Even if she was able to get up, to where would she run? On foot, 
Honolulu was a good four or five hours away. There was no one living in this 
rural area that she knew. If she went to the police all she would be doing 
was exposing herself to unwanted publicity, and she would lose her job and 
the money she so badly needed. 

She began sobbing softly as Bhin Sumatsu released her and she sat up on the 
heavy cushion. He was stroking his small penis as if intent on keeping it 
hard so he'd be able to bury it in her body. Weary from all the struggling, 
Lynn moved her head limply from side to side in protest. She was still 
wondering if anyone in the world was her friend. Why wonder? The ANSWER was 
no! There wasn't a man or a woman in the entire world on whom she would be 
able to depend. 

Suddenly she felt heat blister through her body, as if telling her that if 
she had no friends in the world, then why should she care what anyone else 
in the world thought or felt? She ought to make her own morality, and if 
Bhin Sumatsu was wrong, who was to say the morality she had been taught all 
her life was right? Her body was telling her it felt physical desire. Even 
though her eyes rejected this small brown man, her inner self was in need of 
affection. All Bhin was offering was a physical release, but surely that 
much was better than the frustration of no release whatsoever. 

She looked up at the brown-skinned man, looking at his nakedness, and she 
realized it was simple for her to accept him or any man for that matter, if 
she was going to receive a measure of affection from the individual. Lord! 
She felt so lonely! 

Bhin was squatting beside her, and then letting his legs extend themselves 
alongside her body as his arms reached for her. He embraced her as her hand 
automatically went up and pressed against the boniness of his flat, hairless 
chest. His skin was hot and sweaty under her palm as he brought her closer 
to him, his mouth once again closing over hers, pressing down hard, his 
tongue sliding between her soft lips, past the barrier of her small, even, 
white teeth. 

Lynn, without realizing it, began sucking on his oral extension, pulling at 
it with all her might as a baby might suck at a nipple, as if doing so might 
give her some kind of solace. Unconsciously, the lovely Polynesian woman let 
her hand slide against the man's bony chest, and her fingertips began 
rubbing his tiny masculine nipples. Without paying attention to what she was 
doing, she used her fingertips to squeeze and roll his small male nipples as 
he had done to her. 

Lynn Kaneha shuddered, suddenly very much aware of the little brown man's 
hand tracing its way up the soft hot flesh of her smooth inner thighs, 
rubbing the tingling tan flesh, pushing the bottom of her dress back at the 
same time and letting the cool air in the room wash over her flesh and 
caress her loins. For a brief moment the young woman's breath caught in her 
throat as the fingers of her employer's brother slid very gently inside the 
elastic leg band of her small white bikini panties. The finger moved higher, 
worming upward, and eventually it touched the ultra-sensitive lips of her 
hair-covered vagina. He added a second finger to the first, and the two 
manual digits slipped into her heated wetness and found the soft inner lips, 
and the fold of membrane at the top of them that enshrined her clitoris. 

It was at this moment that memories of all the pleasant things she'd done on 
dates she'd had with other men came back to her. As surely as if the airline 
pilots she had dated were standing above her, leering down and tut-tutting 
her for giving in to this man when she would not surrender herself to them, 
she shuddered and tried pulling away. They were right. It wasn't fair. She 
had liked all of them considerably more than she liked this weasel-faced 
man, and yet she was letting this terrible man have his way with her. Her 
legs clamped themselves together as she came to life, squirming and 
wriggling with renewed strength as she did her best to get away from her 
employer's brother. She had to escape from this shame, somehow. It was time 
for her to take stock of her life, and if it meant finding another job with 
less pay for awhile, then perhaps this was what she ought to do. It had come 
to a point where she felt SHE was the one who should rule her life, and not 
allow outside influences to control or govern her. She knew it was no longer 
the need to be loved by all those other men she had refused that moved her 
away from Bhin Sumatsu. On the contrary, her proximity to this man made her 
realize he was, in his own way, no worse than any of the others, and she had 
a feeling of contempt for them as much as for him. It was as if all the 
things they had done to her orally and manually had been building her up to 
this. They were as much responsible for what was happening to her as Bhin. 

"Damn you!" she cursed at the man. "Damn you to hell! May Pele come and 
swallow you up! Don't you dare touch me! Don't you dare put hands on me! You 
may think of yourself as something special because of your name, but I don't 
think of you in terms of your name. To me, you're just another rotten male 
animal who has decided to drag me to a spot away from the rest of the world 
so you can take advantage of me. How many other women do you have ear-marked 
for this kind of rape, Mr. Sumatsu?" 

"Rape?" the little man laughed. "You are the ONLY woman I know of who thinks 
of this in terms of being raped. I have already spoken with two other tour 
guides, both of whom I have scheduled for tomorrow and the day after. 
They're looking forward to this. As a matter-of-fact, the young Japanese 
girl was so eager to meet with me, I fear she will be the one to rape me. 
Now, you will behave properly. Miss Lynn, and you will not give me any more 
troubles." 

He was almost angry as he reached out and caught the woman's two wrists and 
held them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost crushing the 
sobbing young woman with his skinny little bony body. He lay on top of her, 
pressing his sleight weight on her until she was totally immobile. 

"Please ... don't ... " she pleaded. "You wish to do it the hard way. Miss 
Lynn, this much is obvious. Therefore, this is the way we shall do it! Hard 
or easy, we are going to do it, and whether you like it or not, you shall 
earn that money I gave you as well as the raise my brother will give you." 

There was the look of determination in the little brown man's eyes. She 
struggled with him, pleading, "Don't. . . don't ... " 

But all he said was, "I have been most patient with you. Miss Lynn, but the 
time has come for you to realize men were made physically stronger than 
woman for a good reason, that reason being to dominate the woman whenever 
possible. You must learn that you were meant to be ruled, and the sooner you 
discover this, the happier you will be." 

"OHHHHH ... HHHUUUNNNHHH ... N-O-O-O-O-O ... PLEASE ... Mr. Sumatsu, please 
don't do this to me! Please let me go! Please! If you wish to have your 
brother fire me, do so, but please let me go!" she begged, hot tears 
streaming down her cheeks as the man grabbed her roughly and tugged down on 
her dress, sliding it below her hips so that the voluptuousness of her fully 
ripe thighs were finally exposed. Her belly looked as evenly tan as the rest 
of her, and though her breasts were also tan, they were slightly less than 
breasts were also tan, they were slightly less tan beach. He tugged the 
dress even harder, and it slid from her thighs, and under her white panties 
the slightly less tan flesh of her body was now visible. The soft, ebony 
hair covering her trembling little pussy was plainly visible through the 
white of the panty crotch. 

His hands proceeded to peel away her panties now, exposing the pouting 
ripeness of her pink cunt lips under the abundance of hair that grew on her 
pelvis. She saw the way his right hand once again gripped his solid little 
cock as he came closer to her quivering, whimpering form. 

Finally he was forcing his way between her long, lithe legs, spreading the 
pillars of her softly defenseless tan thighs unmercifully as he proceeded to 
guide his lust-stiffened member forward. He shoved her legs upward, pushing 
her knees back, treating her as if she were some helpless store manikin 
rather than a human being. He used the small, rubbery tip of his throbbing 
penis to part the pouting, hair-lined lips of the beautiful woman's vagina, 
as she lay there with her legs unwillingly spread. 

Lynn tossed her long, ebony hair wildly about, terror closing in around her 
as she shut her eyes with a shudder of horror as she became aware of the 
light, almost electrical contact of Bhin Sumatsu's solidly pulsating, 
vibratingly throbbing penile point as it pressed against the involuntarily 
quivering, reaching, inwardly anxious flesh of her soft cunt. The trembling 
lithe female captive held her breath deep in her lungs for what seemed like 
forever, horrified and petrified. She was now totally subjugated as she lay 
under the horrible brown-skinned man. 

"AAANNNHHH ... OHHHHH DDDEEEAAARR GODDDDDUUUHHH..." she gasped as she felt 
the initial solid pressure against the tight elastic opening of her 
midnight-black-hair-fringed pussy. The vaginal lips pulsated and quivered. 

Bhin was pushing, his own mouth tightly compressed at the moment as he 
grunted with the effort, realizing how tight she was. She hadn't lied to him 
about her virginity. Only a woman who had never before been opened up was 
able to feel so tight around his skinny little wanger. 

"AAAUUUWWWHHH AAANNNHHH!" the helpless Polynesian woman shouted as the hard, 
round tip slowly began slipping into her body, stretching the curl-covered 
flesh of her pink labia. The inner walls of her vagina pulled and milked and 
sucked on the skinny little cock even as she felt the pain of being 
stretched. Bhin kept up a steady, driving pressure, and when his cock 
touched her hymen it continued moving deeper and deeper, snapping the 
membrane as if it were a weakened rubber band. " Y Y Y AAA I I I Y Y Y A 
AAH-HH!" Lynn shouted, feeling as if the little man was actually pulling her 
thighs apart like a wishbone. internally splitting her with nearly 
unbearable pressure. 

He might have been smaller than the average man, but he was certainly large 
enough to make her feel the pressure as he continued driving deeper and 
deeper into her quivering body. She realized now that a larger penis probing 
initially into her vagina would have caused considerably more pain. 

"AAAAIIIIGGGHHHAAANNIMGGGHHH!" she yelled. "You're ... aaarrrhhh ... 
hurrrrtttiiinnnggg ... uuuhhh ... meeeee..." she bellowed as she jerked her 
eyes open to see the evil grin on the face of the man who was her employer's 
brother. His was an almost evil, sadistic grin as his face hovered above 
hers, his teeth still yellow and slightly pointed, looking more like 
something belonging to a beast than a man. As the frightened young 
Polynesian beauty watched, the man's grimace suddenly gave way to a 
contorted, wide smile of total animal lust. 

Bhin Sumatsu was staring down at the trembling young woman, enjoying the 
sight of her cringing face. He loved to see women in awe of him, even if it 
meant they had to be frightened to be so afraid. The debauched sight of this 
naked swarthy beauty, lying there, helplessly spread out beneath him, her 
sleek, slender, pillarly thighs wide apart as he continued penetrating the 
depths of her shuddering cunt filled him with desire the like of which he 
hadn't known for many, many years. Until coming to visit his brother here in 
Hawaii, Bhin Sumatsu had been forced to content himself with his wife's 
body. Not that his wife was an ugly looking worran, but it was the same 
plain body attached to the same plain face for so many, many years. His 
business had kept him so preoccupied, he hadn't the time to think of other 
women, except when he was in bed with his wife. Then he would imagine she 
was some other woman, and he would be able to maintain his erection long 
enough to satisfy both, the woman, and himself. 

Now, however, it was an entirely different story. This was a stunningly 
beautiful woman, and she was, in essence, his slave, his captive, his to do 
with as he pleased for as long as he pleased. 

"AHHHHH ... YESSSS ... yesss indeed. Miss Lynn," he gasped. "I have been 
waiting for this. I do so enjoy fucking you, and I shall make it a memorable 
experience for ... uhhhhhh ... both of usssss..." 

The slender little brown man came down heavily on the helplessly conquered, 
body of Lynn Kaneha, his slender weight just enough to press against the 
fullness of her delightfully naked brown breasts with their small aureolas 
and dark nipples. The little man's hips thrust themselves solidly forward 
with the same brusque motion, sending the full length of his lust-stiffened 
cock sliding all the way into the tightness of Lynn's defenselessly 
quivering vagina. It charged in with a roaring fury, pushing the wetly soft 
flesh of the lovely Polynesian woman's vaginal walls in tiny pressured waves 
of intimate flesh before it. There was no stopping the man now, or so it 
seemed, until he was finally buried in the seething depths of her raw cunt 
to the balls, his scrotum thwacking between her thighs against the perineum 
separating her vagina from her ass-hole. He grunted heavily, almost snorting 
as he thrust the cock into her. 

"OHHHHHWWWWAAAAUUUGGGHHH!" she cried out from beneath the skinny little 
man's body. 

Her impossibly filled womanly passageway throbbed against the solidity of 
the small penis that had spread its walls when entering inside. The deeply 
throbbing phallus lay as far into her womanly belly as was humanly possible 
for the man to thrust. There was not a single tiny ridge of flesh that the 
older woman was unable to feel as the invading penis pressed very tightly 
and snugly against the soft, tender walls of her fearfully tensed vagina. 

Above her, panting heavily, the lust-inspired brother of her employer lay, 
for the moment totally unmoving as he panted, his ugly face positioned 
directly above hers, grinning evilly. Lynn, still horrified, remained 
completely immobile for the moment, afraid to stir for the emotion, good or 
bad, that such stirring would cause within her body. There was silence 
except for the heavy breathing that hung in the air between the two of them 
for a long, long interval, and then Lynn became aware of a throbbing taking 
place deep inside her trembling body. The length and breadth of the brown 
man's skinny cock was trying to jerk its way even deeper into her as he 
flexed it within the dark shelter of her sucking cunt. The only trouble was, 
it was already all the way in and just wouldn't sink any deeper. 

"HHHHAAAUUUNNNHHH!" the helpless tour guide grunted breathlessly, her face 
twisting with the shooting pain she was feeling as he probed ever harder 
into her formerly virgin pussy. 

The thought came to her that her virginity was gone ... gone for good. She 
ought to have been weeping for it, but the practical side of her told her 
weeping would not bring that virginity back. 

"You are most tight," Bhin Sumatsu was saying to Lynn. "Yessss ... I cannot 
remember when I have had a woman tighter. Not even my own wife was this 
tight on the night of her defloration. You are a real treasure, Miss Lynn, 
and I hope the man who finally does marry you will be able to appreciate 
that fact." 

Bhin continued causing his cock to throb in the right depths of her seething 
pussy, his hands now starting to wander over the smooth, tan creaminess of 
her breast flesh as he rubbed her nipples and massaged her paps. They were 
such beautiful tan mounds, he was sitting up, unable to take his eyes off 
them. Yes, she was lovely, really lovely. He had to admit, he wasn't able to 
remember when he had seen a woman this lovely. To think, he was having the 
pleasure of fucking her, as well. Well, in reality SHE was the one being 
honored, having her virginity removed by a Sumatsu. His roughly kneading 
fingers tightly gripped her brown nipples and pulled on them, making them 
expand and throb. 

"AAANNNHHH ... OHHHHH ... ITTTT ... HURRRTS..." she gasped, trying to tell 
herself the pain was even greater than it was. She was already aware of her 
resistance fleeing from her in the face of the helplessness of her position. 
She wondered if she would have the courage to look at her image in the 
mirror again, especially knowing her body was responding to what this evil 
little man was doing. Her employer's evil-looking brother had completely 
stripped her of more than her clothing. He had taken away her 
self-respect-the one thing she had sworn to retain. What was there left of 
life to her? Were her family to ever find out, they would REFUSE any help 
from her and would shut her from their house forever. All she had left was a 
shattered image of herself as a disgraced woman. Right now there seemed to 
be no future for her because of what this man had done. Nothing was left for 
her ... nothing other than this wicked little man and the small length of 
his evilly throbbing, fleshy phallus buried as far as it was able to go in 
the depths of her inflamed vagina. 

Lynn was aware that Bhin Sumatsu already sensed the loss of her last 
remaining ounce of resistance. He was glorying in his victory over her as he 
continued wriggling around inside her. He leaned down and clamped his wetly 
open mouth over hers. Then he began a slow rocking motion between the 
captive tour guide's widely held, columnar thighs. 

There were all kinds of thundering sensations in her shuddering body as Lynn 
felt what seemed like little explosions of gunpowder going off inside her 
seared loins. The heat of the explosions seemed to burn her sensitive inner 
flesh, making her vaginal cauldron bubble all the more excitedly. All the 
while, the little brown man continued plundering her trembling body, his 
motion increasing, forcing the narrow passage of her vagina to slowly expand 
a little at a time with each short, smooth, powering stroke. Finally there 
was nothing more for her to do but groan in helpless defeat beneath this 
horrible monster who had forced his way into the tight feminine depths of 
her quivering body. 

Then, very abruptly, her body, as though it was actually severed from the 
resisting thoughts in her mind, abruptly began to respond with involuntary 
reactions. Lascivious flames of shuddering desire continued coursing through 
her blood vessels, and Lynn realized she no longer had the will or the 
strength to fight what was happening to her. She had lost the battle and now 
she knew that in spite of all the horror and repugnance she felt, she was on 
the verge of totally surrendering herself to this horrible little man lying 
between her long, widely spread-open thighs. The mere thought that she was 
so helpless against herself as well as the man sent wild chills running 
along Lynn's quivering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of the skinny 
little man's thrusting penis continuing to skewer itself wetly into the 
narrow tightness of her highly stimulated vaginal corridor. 

Mewls of thrilling, animalistic and shudderingly servile acceptance came 
from the depths of the lovely tan-fleshed woman's voice box. Her beautiful 
Polynesian features had slowly become distorted with thrilled and aroused 
passion as, her mouth working, her Venus-like neck straining, and her 
delicate nostrils widely flaring, the now disheveled brunette pressed the 
full length of her womanly nakedness back against her ruthless captor. 

Her body was covered with sheets of perspiration as she worked in rhythm 
with the man fucking into her. The firm, taut mounds of her swollen breasts 
continued to nakedly thrust against the hairless chest of the nasty little 
man, and the fully exposed surfaces of her shudderingly ravaged vagina 
ground and rubbed lasciviously against her thoroughly aroused tormentor's 
wiry-haired pelvis. 

The cords in her neck as well as those in her loins were now standing 
clearly out, hard and tense as she writhed underneath the vicious little 
man. She was becoming carried away with the fervency of the feeling in her 
quivering body. There was no doubt at the moment that she was enjoying what 
was happening to her for the pain was slowly fading to nothingness, while 
the simmering thrills that had been cooking in the shuddering depths of her 
trembling body now rose to the fore. She wanted more of this mindless 
fucking, and all thoughts of shame and indignation passed from her mind. She 
was no longer able to deny her craving for this wonderfully delicious 
sensation building higher and higher in her as she lay beneath her 
employer's brother like this, digging her heels into the floor beneath, 
lifting her buttocks with each of his powerful downward thrusts, giving him 
back in heavy measure what he was giving her. 

Above the beautiful black-haired Polynesian woman the little monkey-like man 
continued to slave, his small, narrow forehead and his skinny back covered 
with dripping perspiration as he shifted his rhythm to longer, smoother, 
stronger strokes that drew his shining, glistening lust-swollen little cock 
nearly all the way out of the beautiful woman's throbbing vaginal tunnel on 
each backstroke, and then plunged forward once more into her willingly 
uplifted loins until the lovely brunette felt the slamming of his tightly 
drawn-up testicles touching her perineum. Her anal crack opened and closed 
in time to the way she worked her body. 

The fucking man was smiling, grinning a broad, cocky leer of total triumph 
into the beautiful woman's panting face as he once again allowed his lips to 
press themselves against hers. He had her hopelessly staked, and she was all 
his to do with exactly as he pleased. This was the way he had always wanted 
a beautiful woman, and his brother had selected this most beautiful of all 
women for him. He decided a woman looked better with his cock buried in her 
cunt than any other way. 

This delightful long-legged beauty who had been so haughty in her attempts 
to refuse him was beginning to mewl and gasp with lust, sighing as he always 
made his own wife sigh. Not even VIRGINS were immune to orgasms if the man 
did everything right, and Bhin Sumatsu prided himself on being able to do 
everything right. Hell! If he was able to satisfy an ugly old bitch like his 
wife, there was no reason on earth why he shouldn't be able to satisfy a 
really beautiful cunt like Lynn Kaneha. 

It was indeed DELIGHTFUL! In fact, it was far BETTER than anything Lynn had 
ever imagined. She hated to admit it to herself, but she grudgingly did so. 

Then the little brown man was moving his hand directly beneath her reaching 
between her luscious thighs from underneath, feeling where his lust-driven 
phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the tightly clasping, 
hair-surrounded pussy. He fondled her labia, making the thrilled tour guide 
gasp and shudderingly keen with wantonly shameless delight as she felt his 
fingers continually fondle those soft, hair-lined labia. Her inner cunt was 
milking at his rampaging penis, now. He continued playing there, and softer 
groans of unrestraint formed in the beautiful brunette's throat and her 
widening vaginal passage seemed to gape with greedy desire, swallowing in 
its entirety his thrusting penis as it continued plunging mercilessly to her 
burning inner core. The man was carrying her higher, ever higher up to the 
mountain top of ecstasy. 

Bhin was maddened by the silky softness of her trembling womanly sheath, 
thrusting into her palpitating pussy again and again as it enveloped the 
length of his throbbingly thick penis. He drove far into the sucking 
tightness of her squirming vaginal nave, powering into her with all his 
strength, while running his sweat-soaked hands over the voluptuous surface 
of her shuddering body. The ugly little man was already half out of his mind 
with the thrillingly exquisite sensation of continually fucking his 
brother's employee. He loved feeling the way she responded so eagerly, so 
perfectly, so delightfully. Indeed, she was starting to react so strongly, 
she was trying to take the lead. Her beautiful long, brown legs wrapped 
themselves firmly around his back, so tightly in fact, that she was able to 
effectively control the way the man thrust his throbbing cock into her. Her 
heels were digging into his ass-cheeks, pushing his cock ever deeper into 
her hair-surrounded split, squeezing her clasping pussy all the more 
tightly. Wow! He felt as if he was going to pop his load at any moment. A 
stream of obscenities began issuing forth from the man's mouth, words Lynn 
would never dream of using. The sound of such obscenities only served to 
arouse her that much more, making her pump her body that much more furiously 
against his. 

Lynn realized she was not the same, somewhat uptight woman she had been 
prior to all this happening. Not that she would ever forgive Bhin Sumatsu 
for this rape, but he had definitely awakened her to the needs of her body, 
and if her virginity was gone, it was well gone, for in its place were 
sensations the like of which were thrillingly delicious. She was not only 
being fucked right now, but her naked body was responding in such a way, she 
was actually fucking back. It was all so delectable and wonderful. Even with 
an evil-looking man such as this, the act itself was something FANtastic to 
the beautiful woman. She had suddenly become very aggressive, and this 
worried Bhin, for he was no longer able to control her. Now she was doing 
precisely what he wanted her to do, but she was the one controlling all the 
action. 

"AAAANNNHHH! FUCK ME!" she finally said, gasping. 

The word felt good rolling off her tongue. She liked saying it, and she 
loved feeling the slender little penis continue its work in her cunt, 
widening it just enough so that in the future, when a longer, thicker penis 
worked its way into her, there would be almost no pain. As the cock 
continued moving through the depths of her cunt, she said the word again and 
again. "FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK ... 
AAANNNHHH ... DO IT TO ME THERE ... YESSSS ... FUCK ME IN THERRRE ... 
AAANNNHHH..." 

"Uuuunnnggghhh ... I'm ... AAANNNGGGHHH ... fucking you as hard ... Ohhhh 
... as I cannn..." he told her. 

"Fuck me harrderrr..." she insisted. "Harrrderrr ... I can feel something 
... yesss ... I'm almost there ... fuck meeee..." 

His pounding cock was like an unrelenting animal as it continued thrusting 
into the tightness of her womanly opening. It hurtled into her again and 
again, making her entire inner self tingle with thrilled life from the tips 
of her toes to the top of her head. It was really wonderful... 

BEAUTIFULLLL ... it was even better than feeling a tongue lapping against 
her clitoris, though this last was something she still ached to experience 
again. The beautiful Polynesian woman was sucking in her breath and then 
bellowing, "OHHHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH ... PELE ... AAAI I I GGGHHH ... HELP 
MEEE ... YYAANNGGHHUUNNGGHHAAGGHH!" 

Every violent thrust of the brown-skinned little man's solid, lustfully 
surging phallic lance continued creating a thrillingly delightful series of 
blistering pleasures that released the lust that had been hidden inside her 
for too long a time. It was much more than just another orgasm, although it 
was certainly that. It was the rebellion of her body winning out over the 
narrow mindedness of her brain, and it had thrilling wings that seemingly 
carried her to fantastic heights as she seemed to fly greater and greater 
distances. Her body bucked and jerked against that of the little man. 

At least he smelled clean. She had to give him that much. 

His pumping phallus was swelling inside her, enlarging, thickening, and he 
gripped her shoulders and dug his fingertips into her flesh as he bellowed, 
"HHHAAAIIIYYYAAAGGGHHHR-RRGGGHHH!" 

Hot, thick spurts of seminal fluid shot from the tip of his thrusting cock 
into the seething depths of her quivering belly, blasting again and again, 
firing uncontrollably into the softness that was her body. Feminine and 
masculine juices continued to commingle in the swirling depths of the 
trembling, swooning tour guide; and her lips curled into a smile of total 
and utter satisfaction as if she was now aware of something she had never 
known before. 

When at last her legs went limp and her body still continued jumping 
convulsively, he kept on pumping into her until his penis had shrunk to 
near-nothingness. Even then, she hurled her groin against his in an effort 
to make him swell and enlarge again, but it was no use. Bhin Sumatsu was 
drained. 

She slid out from underneath him, found a bathroom, washed herself, and had 
to wait three hours for him to recover enough strength to drive her home. 
Inwardly she smiled. This was only the beginning. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lynn and Mariko had apartments in the same building, less than ten minutes 
away from the offices of OAHU TOURS. In fact, Lynn had helped Mariko find 
her apartment when the Japanese girl had been hired. She and the Japanese 
girl often visited one another in each other's apartment. They left their 
doors unlocked unless they were going out, or if Mariko was "entertaining" 
which she did often enough in the evenings. Mariko preferred bringing men 
back to her apartment rather than going to some hotel room with them. She 
knew there would be no chance of anyone waiting in her apartment to surprise 
her and steal from her. 

Mariko had lovely saffron skin, a shade lighter than the Polynesian flesh of 
Lynn, but her hair was just as black. Though she had been brought up in a 
morality as strict as Lynn's, she had broken away from her family at an 
early age, determined to go out and make good for herself. Her nose was 
uptilted, and she possessed lovely almond eyes that glistened a bright 
brown. Her lips were full and sensuous, unusual in a Japanese girl, though 
it was rumored that five or six generations earlier, one of her great 
grandmother's had mated with someone who wasn't Japanese. It was an 
accusation no one had ever dared voice out loud, and so disgrace in the 
family had been avoided. But all the children descended from that female 
ancestor had full lips. 

The morning following Bhin Sumatsu's rape of her body, Lynn met with Mariko 
and told her everything that had happened. Mariko sighed, claiming she 
wished it had been her. 

"Don't worry," Lynn assured her. "You're next on the list." 

"Ah yes, no wonder the little creep slipped me an extra hundred." 

Lynn was already in her uniform. Mariko was fastening her mini-skirt. 

"Only a hundred?" Lynn asked. "He gave me five-hundred." 

"Five hundred? Why that little creep," Mariko snapped. "I guess it was 
because YOU were a VIRGIN." 

"His brother must have told him as much," Lynn nodded. 

"So what are you going to do now?" Mariko asked. 

"Tell me," Lynn wanted to know. "How much more do you get in tips from the 
tourists with whom you sleep?" 

"Each one slips me an extra hundred," Mariko admitted quite frankly. "But 
that's because that's my asking price. I don't let them screw me and then 
hope for the tip. One thing I learned from the hookers is, get all the money 
up front." 

"Do you mean after spending a good night with you in bed they would actually 
try and gyp you out of the money?" Lynn asked in amazement. 

"A lot of them WOULD," Mariko admitted. "However, every now and again you 
meet the really nice John who not only pays the asking price, but tips, as 
well. Every now and again, when one of them returns, say a year or two 
later, I make sure to look him up. Even though I still collect the money up 
front, I'm extra-nice to him." 

"Just what constitutes being extra-nice?" Lynn asked. 

"Usually I let them go a second time. A lot of them dig blowjobs the second 
time around." "Blowjobs?" 

"You know, COCKSUCKING. Honey, they love it!" 

"I don't think I'd EVER be able to do that." 

"Up to last night you were CERTAIN you wouldn't be able to sleep with any 
man unless you were married to him. Now I KNOW you were raped, but you 
wouldn't be asking me these questions if you didn't intend to carry on some 
more." 

"You're right," Lynn nodded. "Still, I don't think I'd be able to suck on a 
man's penis. The mere thought of him shooting that stuff down my throat ... 
uuuggghhh!" 

"Don't knock it until you try it," Mariko told her. "Sperm, like caviar, is 
something for which you have to acquire a taste. But believe me, it's 
delicious once you become accustomed to it." 

"I still don't think I'd like to do it." 

"After the FIRST time, it'll be easy. Now come on, we have to meet the 
suckers ... I mean the customers, at nine-thirty. Today we won't be getting 
much action from the men. But I'll be setting up a date with one of them for 
Monday, when I have my day off. How about you, don't you have a date with 
one of those airline pilots tonight?" 

"No," Lynn admitted. "The last time he was starting to get much too intimate 
and I wanted to give him some time to cool off. Now I'm thinking I made a 
BIG mistake." 

"I'll buy THAT," Mariko nodded. 

The two of them left Mariko's apartment and headed for the Honolulu Sheraton 
where the tourists would have finished their breakfast and would be waiting. 
When they arrived, all twenty of them, including Bhin Sumatsu, were in the 
lobby. The little brown-skinned man behaved courteously toward her, but 
there was no hint of what had taken place between them the night before. 

For the rest of the day the two female tour guides took the twenty tourists 
through Honolulu, showing them the so-called off-beat spots where they would 
be able to pick up bargains cheaply enough. The women did most of the 
shopping while the men snapped pictures, more often than not of the two 
girls doing the guiding, though every now and again one of the men would 
stop off at a store like a tobacco store to sample a Hawaiian cigar, which 
was fairly atrocious. 

It was when they returned to the hotel that first day, Saturday, that a 
tall, somewhat overweight husband approached Lynn and said, "Lynn, you've 
done a marvelous job of guiding us around. I was wondering if I might be 
able to hire you as a personal guide tomorrow, Sunday. I know that's 
supposed to be a free day, and my wife has decided she wants to stay around 
the hotel and do some swimming. I'd like to see some of the sights you don't 
normally take tourists on." 

"Mr. Zurmer, you KNOW I'm not supposed to take anyone on private sightseeing 
tours," she teased. 

This was the point at which she normally would have continued spieling off 
into a long dissertation about how it was against the rules, etcetera, 
etcetera, but she shut her mouth and waited. 

Stan Zurmer, with dark-brown, curly hair, a long face and a sharp nose with 
piercing eyes and thin lips smiled at her. In his own way he WAS handsome 
enough, and she supposed if she was going to begin a career, it might just 
as well be with a man who was good-looking even if he was a little 
overweight 

"Surely in my case you might make an exception," Zurmer said to her. 

"I might," she admitted. "As a tour guide, I've been known to give special 
tours on Sunday, though usually with groups." 

"Are you taking a group tomorrow?" he asked curiously. 

"No," she admitted. 

"Would you CONSIDER taking a group of one?" 

"I usually take groups of four," she told him. 

"I suppose you charge EXTRA for this service," he said. 

"Since it's not part of the regular itinerary, and it does cut into my day 
off," she told him, though Sunday was not a paid day off, "I have to 
charge." 

"How much?" Stan Zurmer asked. 

"When I take four people I do charge an extra twenty-five dollars a person." 

"Well suppose I slipped you a hundred dollars, you know, to pay you as if 
you were guiding four people. Do you think I might be able to take up your 
time, say in the late morning, for about two hours?" 

"It might be arranged," she nodded. "Where were you thinking of having me 
take you?" 

"I've always wanted to take a tour of the little motels on the island," he 
said to her. 

"I have a MUCH BETTER idea." she told him. "Suppose I give you a tour of my 
apartment, complete with a nice Hawaiian breakfast." 

"You see," he smiled at her. "I would never have thought of that by myself. 
That's why I need a tour guide. Where shall I meet you?" 

She pointed to a little luncheonette down the block and said, "I'll be on 
the corner there, at nine o'clock. The tour will begin at nine-fifteen and 
end at eleven-thirty." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

At precisely nine o'clock that Sunday morning, Lynn, wearing her hair swept 
up, and a summer, sleeveless dress which just barely covered her breasts, 
met Stan Zurmer. He handed her the five twenty dollar bills, and then she 
led him promptly up to her apartment, which was only ten minutes away on 
foot. She let him into the little three-room apartment and brought him 
directly into the eat-in kitchen. There, she served him thick slices of hot 
bread and butter, baked pineapple, eggs, bacon, and lots of coffee. 

Afterward, the two of them went into her living room and sat on her large 
modular sofa. It was supposed to be part of a pit grouping, but she hadn't 
been able to afford the rest of the pieces. Also, her living room was too 
small for the rest of it. So they sat on the blue fuck sofa, and she rested 
with her head on his shoulder. Stan Zurmer liked it, he liked it a lot. She 
was a real live one, this gorgeous Polynesian. Back home, he'd had his 
little affairs. Being a stock broker, he had slept with more than one female 
customer in order to bring her around to his way of thinking in investments. 
Fortunately, he was a good broker, and his way usually turned out to be the 
best way. 

They sat that way on the sofa for a good ten minutes, and then he whispered, 
"I HOPE you aren't falling asleep on me this early in the day." He gave the 
rounded curve of her shoulder a little nudge, and she felt the fact that he 
had muscles in that arm of his. 

"No," she told him. "I was just relaxing a little. It isn't often a girl can 
find a man with whom she can relax." She surprised herself by discovering 
she was squeezing even closer to the man. She was actually looking forward 
to this, her first willing affair with a married man. 

Without another word between them, Stan Zurmer slid his arm around her and 
let his hand move beneath the up-thrust swell of her right breast until his 
open palm cupped the full, surging mound of her swollen breast very 
carefully, as if handling something fragile. 

He smiled as he felt her body automatically stiffen, her breathing suddenly 
speeding up, turning to panting as with one finger, his middle finger, he 
began very carefully caressing the inviting softness of her swollen breast, 
rubbing the tiny peak of her trembling nipple through her flimsy summer 
dress of blue rayon as he admired the ample womanly figure she possessed. 
Hell! 

His own wife at twenty-five had already started looking dowdy. She was a 
perfect specimen of delightful womanhood. Most of the women with whom he had 
affairs were frustrated married hens who were actually looking for a good 
cock. This one had tight, resilient skin, and her upswept hair was long and 
lustrous and smelled of cocoanut oil shampoo. He heard a little purr coming 
from her lips, and he smiled to himself, savoring the effect he was having 
on her. He didn't know this was, in essence, her first affair. He thought 
she was a lady who was experienced at this sort of thing, and therefore he 
was proving he was one helluva lot better than even HE had originally 
believed. Hell! He sure had this lovely native girl wrapped around his 
little finger. That much was FOR SURE, that was for DAMN SURE. That was 
right where he intended keeping her, too. She was special, this one, and he 
wanted to enjoy her to the utmost these two hours he was going to spend with 
her. For one thing, since he was paying, he was damn well going to get 
whatever he wanted, and not have to do something to make HER happy as he did 
with all those frustrated biddies back home. 

He began tweaking the sensitive nipple of her right breast with his thumb 
and index finger, and the lovely girl began involuntarily shivering from the 
base of her spine running all the way up to the nape of her neck. He 
hesitated for a tense moment, then he moved his exploring hand around the 
full curve of her breast, massaging the mammary again and again. Then he 
made her lean forward while he pulled down her zipper in back. His hand slid 
inside and rubbed her spine, moving down to the top of her panties. For a 
moment he hesitated there, and then he slipped his fingers between the nylon 
of her panties and her warm flesh. He dipped his fingers a little lower, 
touching the top of her rectal crease, and then slowly pushed his finger 
lower, lower still lower, until he was actually touching her anal button. 
She shuddered. Not even Bhin Sumatsu had touched her back there. Stan 
teasingly flicked a finger against the tightly puckered ring of her anus, 
and when he pushed with his finger, she slipped away a little, not wanting 
his digit to penetrate her there. 

Stan smiled to himself, thinking not too many men had touched her back hole. 
He pressed his nose to her shoulder and inhaled the rich fragrance of her 
flesh. It wasn't cologne or deodorant or soap. It was the clean, natural 
smell of her body. 

His hand continued massaging her smoothly naked flesh in very slow, 
clcokwise circles as his hand eased upward along the smoothness of her back 
until he reached the stretched fabric of her dress, pulled taut now under 
her arms. He pulled the dress with its built-in brassiere down until it hung 
limply around her waist, exposing the beautiful twin swells of her breasts. 
There were two lovely tan mammaries, full, round, standing high, and making 
his mouth water. 

He stopped his smooth, seductive motions once more and looked at the lovely 
shape of the beautiful Polynesian woman. His eyes reamined locked on the 
full, smooth, womanly swells of her lovely breasts. Her waist, he noticed, 
was nipped in, and she had nice wide hips. Yessir! She was one helluva 
nice-looking woman. If only women STAYED this way! Trouble was, once they 
got married, they tended to let themselves go, eating all the wrong things, 
not getting enough exercise, and losing all those good looks that had 
attracted the eyes of their men in the FIRST place. 

Again with his right hand, Stan Zurmer began tugging her dress down over the 
swelling bulge of her hips. Her ruli ripe breasts shook delightfully, making 
his mouth water. Her nipples were too long brown pinkies with small circles 
of the same color around them. They were both swollen and excited, though 
the right breast, the one with which he had been playing, had a slightly 
longer nipple at the moment. Now the two nipples seemed to swell even more 
as a sudden warm breeze blew in from the open window, caressing her breasts, 
sending bursts Of static shooting through the tits and down into her aching 
belly, fanning the embers of lust. Lynn suddenly realized she was really 
looking forward to being fucked, this time. Now that she had gotten rid of 
all her mental hang-ups, she was going to enjoy this session. 

Heaven help her, but she wasn't the LEAST BIT sorry for what she hoped the 
man would do. She was looking forward to being roundly and soundly FUCKED. 
She wanted the thrilling ecstasy of a good penis buried inside her. There 
was magic in a man's touch, even such a man as Bhin Sumatsu. If THAT kind of 
man was capable of arousing her, then she ought to have no trouble 
whatsoever with Stan Zurmer, who was a ten-thousand percent improvement over 
Bhin. She liked the way he looked at her, with a combination of lust and 
desire in his eyes, making her feel more and more like the woman she knew 
herself to be. 

His outstretched fingertips were brushing ever so lightly over the 
delightfully soft, warmly beckoning bulge of her mammaries, first one, then 
the other, before eventually tightly clamping against the delightfully ripe 
and swollen mound of her right breast again. He squeezed the full, brown, 
delightful flesh between his clenched fingers, grinning all the while. 

Lynn was gasping, and though she had kept silent up to now, felt she was 
able to remain silent no longer. "UUUNNNGGGHHH... 

YESSSSS ... OHHHHH ... that feels good ... don't stop ... don't stop ... 
keep doing that ... UUUHHH..." 

Her legs were suddenly swinging open and shut like a pair of bat-wing doors, 
and her firmly fleshed buttocks were now grinding themselves tightly against 
the sofa bottom. Lynn gasped, realizing she was lubricating heavily, and she 
felt the warm dampness spreading between her thighs as the cheeks of her 
fully rounded buttocks were clenching like starved lips at the hanging 
fabric beneath them. 

Stan Zurmer's tingling touch was driving her out of her mind with thrilling, 
all consuming desire. Blind passion was making her wildly shudder, and a 
scream was ready to burst from her gasping lungs at any moment because of 
the thrilling delightfulness the man's tantalizing and knowing fingers were 
bringing her. She offered no resistance at all as the man suddenly pushed 
her over onto the cushions of the shaggy sofa. The cushions were not only 
long and wide, they were deep, and he was able to lie beside her, continuing 
to relentlessly caress the nakedly soft tan mounds of her full, fleshy 
bosoms. A low sort of gasping, moaning cry escaped from her pursed lips as 
he roughly squeezed the tenderly pulsating nipples between his pinching 
fingers and toyed with them mercilessly as her entire body trembled and 
quivered from his grasping touch. 

His hands left her feverishly jutting nipples and then slowly began easing 
along the flat plane of her quivering belly. He rubbed her belly again and 
again, making the beautiful Polynesian woman dig her heels into the cushions 
and arch her back off the sofa as his fingers once again slipped under the 
elastic waistband of her teasing panties, brushing over the fluffy mound of 
her dense pubic hair until his fingers came into maddening contact with the 
heatedly wet lips of her soaking pussy. In the bright morning light Stan 
Zurmer was able to clearly see her flesh was covered with millions of tiny 
goose bumps. She was actually shaking, quivering convulsively at the 
thrilling way he continually touched her. 

"Ummmmm ... aaannnhhh ... ohhhh ... it's so nice ... so nice," she gasped, 
her mouth half open, her tongue moving mindlessly from one corner to the 
other. She felt as if she were floating in space at the moment because of 
the rapture of a man's hands down there on her naked cunt. 

Clutching the wetly soaking flanges of her sodden cunt with the flat of his 
hand, Stan Zurmer ventured a finger between the drippingly wet pink ridges. 
Lynn shuddered and gasped as her feverishly aching loins suddenly ground 
themselves solidly against the man's pressing hand. His middle finger now 
carefully, slowly, tantalizingly explored the entire flaming length of her 
narrowly soaking slit, beginning with the taut, muscularly rubber ring that 
was her sphincter, then slipping out and easing over the perineal separation 
that divided the two orifices. His probing finger rubbed swiftly up and down 
for an exciting moment before finally reaching the wetly dribbling, tightly 
clasping sheath that of her juicy cunt. 

The tenderly soft, pink walls parted like two halves of a peach before a 
razor-sharp knife as his outstretched and rigid middle finger slipped slowly 
into the heatedly clinging, sucking tunnel. He was able to feel the fleshy 
passage open hungrily as he probed it all the more deeply with his massaging 
finger. 

"LIKE the way I touch you, honey?" he smiled, certain of himself at this 
point. 

Lynn didn't know what to say at this point, and though she opened her mouth 
to speak, the man sadistically squirmed a second finger stiffly into the 
tightness of her narrowly constricting passageway. He pushed, burying both 
fingers right to the last joint in the warm, juicy depths of her sucking 
pussy. Only a muffled cry of mixed pain and pleasure came hoarsely from her 
gasping throat. 

"Well?" he asked. "Do you like it or not?" He was teasing her again, 
wiggling his two sticky fingers deep inside the cloying swamp of her hot, 
softly layered womanly flesh. 

"UUUNNNHHH! AHHHH! YESSS! I LOVE ITTTT!" she gasped. 

The man's ravishing fingers slipped from the sucking tightness of her wetly 
gripping pussy's clasping clutch, and Stan Zurmer tantalizingly dragged his 
finger along the length of her heated slash until he finally found the tiny 
little pink bulb of her over-sensitive clitoris. Now bringing his thumb into 
play, he compressed the little organ between said thumb and his forefinger, 
squeezing the incredibly sensitive nerve-ending as the sex-starved woman 
gasped. She continued moaning, writhing and helplessly squirming, wriggling 
next to him on the sofa. She moved her body back and forth, back and forth, 
and he played with the little nodule as if it were a flesh marble, rolling 
the pulsing little nubbin, making Lynn gasp and choke for air. Rippling 
waves of undiluted raw animal passion and delicious rapture swept over the 
shamelessly aroused body he continued diddling. 

As her naked pelvis pushed itself higher, grinding upward all the more 
tightly against his palm, Stan Zurmer continued his maddening assault on her 
loins, his fingers twisting and tugging on the delicate nerve-endings inside 
her hardened pink clitoris until she was moaning and crying out loudly from 
the thrillingly delightful agonies of his skillful fondling. He would make 
her climax, all right, but not the way she had expected. Hell! HE was paying 
for this, not she. It stood to reason that even if she did enjoy herself, it 
ought not to be as much as he. 

"Don't ... uhhh ... stop ... please ... don't stop ... don't ... " she 
gasped out loud, her panting words reverberating through the quiet rooms of 
her apartment. 

Sensing she was close to her satisfaction, Stan Zurmer began rubbing all the 
more roughly against her throbbing vaginal slash, pressing solidly with the 
tips of his fingers, continually stroking over the quivering fleshy thrust 
of her penis-like organ. His other fingers continually ran through the 
furrow between her hungrily pursed vaginal labia. He massaged more and more 
vigorously. 

"UUUNNN . . . YESSS . . . HHHAAANNNHHH ... ONNNHHH . . AAANNNHHH ... YESSS 
... MORRRRE..." 

Abruptly the beautiful Hawaiian woman's buttocks and back arched themselves 
high off the sofa as if her body was suddenly possessed by a hundred demons, 
her soddenly soaking pussy lifting itself and grinding insanely against his 
flat, open hand as a deep, low, almost pitiful moan slipped from her 
parched, half-open lips. 

"OOOHHH ... WWWAAAGGGHHHUUUNN-NGGGHHH ... 
HHHAAARRRGGGHHH-AAAUUUWWWAAAGGGHHHGGGHH!" 

The impassioned tour guide was quivering and quaking from top to bottom as 
her entire form began to wildly convulse and jerk and twitch. Shuddering 
currents of her screaming orgasm raced from her heatedly straining loins, 
bathing his hand in a slippery gush of orgasmic juices that soaked his palm 
and seeped into the crevice between her buttocks before spreading in 
lascivious trickles over the soft, tan moons of her bottom cheeks. She 
tightened one more time, and then, with a contented sigh, her body slowly 
sank down onto the sofa, and once again she lay face to face with the man. 

Lynn gasped, still struggling to regain her breath, and she said, "HHHUUNNHH 
... YOU'RE ... UUUNNNHHH ... as good with your fingers as other men are with 
their penises." 

As far as Stan Zurmer was concerned, this was a tacit admission on her part 
that she obviously did things like this with many other men, and so he had 
no qualms about what he intended next. He smiled, saying nothing, easing his 
two fingers slowly from the sucking grip of her squeezing cunt, wiping the 
slippery traces of her orgasmic fury from his hand with a handkerchief in 
his back pocket. Then he spoke to her, saying, "Remove the rest of your 
clothes, honey. I'm not done with you, yet. When I shoot my load, I must see 
that LOVELY naked body of yours." 

Without thinking, even though she was a little tired, the lovely Hawaiian 
woman removed her crumpled dress and panties, then unhooked her brassiere, 
leaving everything in a heap in the middle of the living room floor. In just 
a few moments she was totally naked, revealing her tan and lovely, ripely 
mature body to him in its totality as it glistened with tiny beads of 
perspiration from the excitement and the anguished anticipation of having 
her first willing man. That is, the first man SHE was willing to accept. She 
glanced down at him as he remained lying on the sofa and covetously eyed the 
thick, swollenly long member that bulged in his trousers. To her 
passion-glazed eyes it looked to be a good foot long, and she twitched a 
little nervously, still not really used to feeling a man's eyes on her 
lovely nakedness. As far as she was concerned, his fingering of her vagina 
had been an "appetizer." Now she was looking forward to the "entree." 

"Come on, Mr. Zurmer," she said, trying to make herself sound as sexy as 
possible. "Come on and fuck me!" She wanted that nice, thick penis pushing 
between her thighs, and she ground her loins together, making her labia rub 
against one another. 

But Stan Zurmer had other plans. Hell! He was paying for all this, and he'd 
be damned if she would come twice to his once. At least he'd be damned if 
she would come as a result of his stimulating her lower genitalia with his 
cock after he had done as much with his finger. This was going to be the 
only chance alone he would have with this beautiful wahine, or native-born 
Hawaiian. Any time he wanted to dip his wick, his wife would spread her 
thighs. No! He wanted something from this bitch his wife never did. It was 
nothing imagine, but since his wife never did it for him, it was something 
special as far as he was concerned. 

Lynn watched impatiently, feeling a little nervous as the slightly 
overweight man swung his legs off the sofa and took his time removing his 
own clothing. He tossed them all onto the nearby easy chair. Staring, she 
had to press her hands to her mouth to stifle the gasp in her throat as he 
tugged his undershorts down and the entire length of his massively thick, 
swollen penis swung into view. God! It was overpoweringly immense. It was so 
big around, so much larger than the penis of Bhin Sumatsu, she was unable to 
believe how massive it was. 

"Okay honey," Zurmer said to her, his voice now demanding rather than 
asking. "I want you to get on your knees in front of me and suck my cock. 
Come on, I'll bet you're a real expert at it!" 

Lynn's mind reeled at the words she was hearing. Surely the man didn't mean 
it! Why the mere thought of doing such a horrible thing made her stomach 
feel queasy. She had already told 

Mariko she thought the idea of doing something like that was 
stomach-turning. She simply didn't want to do it with this man. 

The aroused young tour guide wracked her spinning mind for some kind of way 
out, looking for an excuse that would free her from this terrible act the 
man was obviously expecting her to perform. It was also obvious from the 
look in his eyes he didn't think of this as any big deal. Still, she just 
wouldn't do it! Never in her entire life had she done such a terrible thing. 
Not even Bhin Sumatsu had insisted she do that, and he had been horrible 
enough. 

"PLEASE..." she pleaded. "Mr. Zurmer, I don't do such things. I just don't 
... " 

But the "tourist" at this point was determined that the woman perform this 
for him. He had taken enough crap from his wife over the years, and he'd be 
damned if he was going to let a little whore tell him she wouldn't do it. 

"Get down on your knees," he told her, "and do it right now! I've paid in 
advance for this, and it gives me the right to do whatever I want as long as 
I don't beat you." 

Brushing a strand of ebony black hair from her blinking eyes, the helpless 
woman slowly fell to her knees". Inwardly sobbing, she crawled over to where 
the man was standing, all the while thinking, trying to find some way out of 
this, desperately seeking the answer that would help her escape this. But 
she realized she HAD agreed to meet with this man, and she'd accepted his 
money, and he was entitled to the kind of service he expected a whore might 
give. There simply was no way out of all this. Besides, if she intended 
making a habit of extra-curricular activities in order to increase her 
monetary intake, she would have to get used to things like this. 

The man's dangling penis, sagging from its own immense weight, was now 
scarcely a foot away from her face as she struggled to hold back the burning 
lump in her throat. Inwardly she was quaking, actually repulsed at the mere 
thought of performing what this man wanted. That thick, long penis was going 
to probe into her mouth. It was OBVIOUS it was much longer than her mouth 
was deep. From what Mariko had told her in previous conversations, men 
wanted every last little bit of the organ sucked. What was even worse, when 
he finally spewed out the contents of his penis, she knew he expected her to 
swallow every last drop. 

Stan sat down on the sofa, sliding his buttocks right to the very. edge of 
the seat cushions, carefully judging the distance between his limply hanging 
penis and her wetly trembling lips. He adjusted his hips the littlest bit so 
that the purplish, swollen head brushed her lips ever so slightly. 

"All right, Lynn-honey," he told her. "The cock is ALL yours. Do a good job, 
and if I can get it up a second time, I'll FUCK you with it." 

His hand pressed on her naked shoulder, a tight squeeze, letting her know he 
was serious, so that no matter how much she wanted to escape this, there 
wasn't going to be a way out for her. 

The beautiful Hawaiian girl turned her lovely face away from the enormous 
bulb-shaped head and closed her eyes, tightly, hoping somehow to make the 
sight of that organ disappear. It was a vain hope on her part, yet it was 
the only thing left. Maybe, if she shut her eyes and opened them again, the 
penis would no longer be there. 

Stan Zurmer gently gripped her cheeks between his hands and adjusted her 
lovely head so that her lips were less than a scant inch away from his 
semi-rigid, still-dangling penis. She was going to do as he said, or else... 

"Listen, good-looking," he whispered to her. "I don't believe in rough 
stuff, but I paid in advance for this, and I intend having it. Got me?" 

His tone was calm, and yet it was threatening, and Lynn Kaneha knew better 
than to make the man angry. Although she had no idea how he would react when 
angry, she did know it would not be to her advantage. 

Abruptly, Stan Zurmer became tired of waiting. He gripped her by the ears 
and with his powerful hands he began twisting the shell-shaped extensions, 
pulling them upward, causing pain. It was a strong pain, the kind of agony 
Lynn had never felt before, and the kind she never wanted to feel again. For 
a moment she was afraid she would pass out. 

She cried out for the man to stop, but he simply smiled, ignoring her plea, 
and he tugged her face roughly against his naked loins, slamming his hips 
forward so that the blunted end of his heavy, pulsating penis pressed 
lasciviously against her wetly glistening lips. Once more he twisted at her 
ears and her mouth opened, though her throat was too constricted for any 
sound to come out. 

"Now, Lynn ... open that gorgeous mouth of yours a little wider and suck my 
cock! Do it now! Suck on it!" 

Her mouth opened wider as he once again twisted her ears, her agonized lips 
slowly parting just enough for him to fit the breadth of his prick between 
them. He gazed at the wetly open orifice in front of his loins then very 
carefully eased his massively throbbing, purple head into the wetly warm, 
pink cavern and let it lay there, twitching slightly as his cock slowly 
hardened even more, growing more and more solid and erect. The beautiful 
young woman remained perfectly still, her lips opened all the more widely 
now, preventing her quivering tongue from brushing against the enormous 
thickness of the heated lance of muscle, knowing to lick it would only make 
it swell some more, growing even larger. 

"Either I'm going to be sucked willingly, or not," he told her, his hand 
tangling in her hair. "The choice is YOURS, but I'm telling you right now, I 
WILL BE blown. Do it nice and willingly and it'll all be over before you 
know it. Give me a hard time and don't do it, and I'll get nasty and force 
my cock all the way down your gullet." 

Lynn realized there was absolutely no way for her to resist the stock 
broker. He was a powerful man even if he was a little overweight. He might 
hurt her, and if he did so, it would mean not only an end to her 
extra-curricular activities, but an end to her job as a tour guide as well, 
if he hurt her badly enough. She had no one but herself to blame. She had 
brought all this on herself. So she had to go through with it all, no matter 
how disgusting and terrible the whole thing seemed to be. She fought back 
the growing swell of nauseated feeling getting heavier and heavier by the 
moment in her fear-knotted belly, and against her will she finally closed 
her lips wetly and suckingly over the throbbing, fleshy staff of the man's 
cock and licked it strongly with her tongue. She felt his hands slowly 
loosen their grip on her hair and ear as she obediently complied with the 
man's harsh demands. His strong hands still gripped her, but not as 
strongly, and there was no more pain. Not that she had any illusions about 
his releasing her. She knew very well he would cause more pain again if he 
had to. She sensed the fact that the man had it in him to be cruel if he so 
chose. One didn't get to be as successful as he claimed to be in his field 
without being ruthless, especially with other people's money. Since he 
revered money and yet handled it so carelessly, how would he manhandle her, 
a woman, someone for whom he had considerably less regard than he did for 
money. She closed her eyes, determined not to think of the awful things he 
might do to her. For the moment she had to concentrate on this humiliating 
task that he was demanding of her. 

The slightly overweight stockbroker looked down at the long, thick pole of 
flesh protruding from his hair-matted pelvis and throbbing ever so gently in 
the warmth of her delightfully small, half-opened mouth. She closed her lips 
then, letting them stretch tightly around the immense, purpling head, and 
Stan Zurmer realized he felt a twinge of disappointment that she had not 
protested even more. He had always been a gentle man with his wife, and he 
was looking forward to actually being rough with a woman, but her obeying 
him took that little bit of pleasure away from him. It would have REALLY 
done him one helluva lot of good to kick her tan ass around a little bit 
more before she started sucking his cock. However, this woman at least had 
the good sense to understand just who was running this show, which was 
something his wife never accepted. Maybe, in the future, he would kick HER 
ass a little. Even as he thought that, Stan Zurmer KNEW VERY WELL THAT he 
would never do it. His wife had all the property and valuables in her name, 
and if she ever kicked him out of the house, he would have nothing. 

Godddd! Her mouth felt so good, letting him know there wasn't time to think 
about his wife. All he wanted to do was ENJOY this blowjob. He wanted to see 
her beautiful black hair shine as her head slid back and forth, somewhat 
reluctantly at the beginning, on his lengthy saliva-wetted elongation that 
was his stiffly swollen cock. 

Looking at the way she was doing it, Stan Zurmer realized this woman, whom 
he had supposed to be so experienced, had never sucked cock before in her 
life. He was taking her oral virginity. Well, well, well! This made Stan 
feel good, very good in fact. She might have fucked for others, but her 
mouth had been virginal ... until now! 

He permitted his hands to slide from the top of her head and move down over 
her face, and then touch her smoothly naked, velvet shoulders. God! That tan 
skin was so perfect, so lovely, so silk-textured and unblemished. She was 
deliciously soft and hot to his caressing touch. 

It was ALSO obvious she wasn't putting any real effort into the sucking of 
his cock, so the stockbroker brought his hands back up to the sides of her 
head, his open palms pressing flatly against her tender cheeks. He pressed 
tightly with both hands, holding her face positioned neatly so that he was 
able to pump his cock straight in and out of her narrow mouth. He began the 
rhythmic back-and-forth motions with his lower body. His still-swelling cock 
continued standing out from his hairy pelvic thatch and rubbed between her 
wetly ovaled lips as the bloatedly distended tip poked against the back of 
her mouth. He was aware of her small, white teeth grating against the 
sensitive underside of his throbbing cock. He was also keenly aware of the 
wetly rough surface of her tongue as it brushed along the full length of his 
throbbingly erect flesh. His cock was starting to feel delightful prickly 
sensations, becoming finely attuned to the tiniest subtle movements of her 
heatedly licking tongue and lips. Each little touch sent waves of pleasures 
surging into the man's trembling masculine loins. 

"OHHHHH ... UUUNNNHHHH ... YYYEEEAAAHHH ... that's nice ... really nice ... 
that's ... UUUHHH ... TERRRRIFIC!" he gasped deeply, continuing to move his 
hips as if they were on swivels, pumping the thickness of his rigid phallus 
into the tight depths of her sucking throat. Her warm, enveloping lips slid 
along its full length with each forward plunge of the man's driving hips, 
and his fleshy stalk grew stiffer and stiffer, swelling to greater, thicker 
size with each passing moment. His cock stretched like an elongated rubber 
balloon until it reached the full length of its enormous proportions when 
bloated. 

The man grinned to himself as the beautiful Lynn struggled, doing her best 
now to take as much of his enormous cock into her mouth as she was able. She 
seemed to think it was impossible to take all of it, certain she would 
strangle and gag. Nevertheless she tried, swallowing, sucking, choking, 
gurgling each time the man flicked his hips forward very suddenly. The 
sadist surfaced in Stan Zurmer who was enjoying the sensation of what she 
was doing for him. 

He had found one hell of a GOOD cocksucker. After all, even if she was still 
new to this. Since he had paid her, he wasn't able to refer to her as an 
amateur, and with the passing moments, as her throat and mouth became used 
to his cock, she was proving she was every bit as professional as he had 
originally believed. She was learning quickly, and little by little she was 
relaxing her throat muscles, letting his cock slide inside a little deeper, 
moving right down the wet channel until the sides of her throat compressed 
around the head of his cock, pulling on it as if intent on tearing it from 
the rest of his organ. For a beginner she was actually doing FANTASTICALLY 
well. He had to admit, she was spectacular. 

Lynn was still gagging, desperately doing her best not to strangle on the 
thickness of the pulsatingly fleshy shaft as it continued delving deeper and 
deeper into her throat. This was all so new to Lynn. That penis of the man's 
was so enormous. Each time his muscular, abdomen slapped against her wetly 
pursed lips, the terrible, punishing throbbing head of his penis pushed 
salaciously against the back of her tortured throat. In the beginning, 
certain she was going to be choked to death, she had struggled and she had 
fought back. She had gasped and coughed and hacked with each of the man's 
vicious skewerings into her gullet. 

Out of sheer desperation she had found a way to relax her throat muscles, 
and now it wasn't quite so bad. He would pull it almost all the way out of 
her wetly clasping oral opening, feeling the way her mouth clasped his cock. 
He stared at the way her widely ovaled lips formed themselves around the 
throbbing corona as he pulled back JUST far enough so that only the tip was 
inside, and then he began that thrusting in-stroke, causing his cock to once 
again make that journey into the depths of her sucking throat, sne was 
completely amazed to feel the stiffened shaft seemingly press deeper and 
deeper into her gullet, bending to conform to the bend in her throat. It was 
sodden and lubricated with her saliva and his own oils as the stuff oozed 
fitfully from the head of his penis. Every time the cock went into her 
esophagus, she realized she had to relax her throat and swallow his penis, 
or else she would simply strangle. 

Lynn became aware she was flexing her throat muscles, and the more she 
flexed them, the sooner the man would achieve his climax. A torrent of hot 
sperm would shortly be exploding its way down her tight throat. She viewed 
the horrible finish to all this with mixed emotions. She wanted it over and 
done with, to be rid of his heatedly throbbing staff as it continued gagging 
and choking her so painfully. But the thought of what was coming next, his 
ejaculated semen emptying itself down her gullet as if she were some common 
kind of tramp! Oh God! God! The thought of it all was too horrible for her 
to contemplate. She didn't want to think about it. 

Lynn did her best not to swallow the oils and saliva building in her mouth, 
but she began gargling and choking, and the next time the man pulled his 
penis back, actually tugging it out of her mouth and rubbing it around her 
puckered lips, she SWALLOWED. She tasted the oiliness of his seminal 
lubrication as the fluid continued dripping from the throbbing tip of his 
hard penis. He took the blunted head between his clenched fingers and 
lasciviously and salaciously began painting her lips with his warm, somewhat 
salty discharge, leaving her lips glistening from his impatiently dribbling 
oiliness. She was TOTALLY beaten at this point, kneeling at his feet like an 
old-time slave in Rome, being used solely for the enjoyment of her lord and 
master. 

Stan Zurmer smiled, feeling a wonderful telltale twitch in his loins. He was 
suddenly aware of the weighty quantity of sperm that restlessly surged 
behind the restraints of his throbbingly aching testicles as he slowly, 
rhythmically, pumped his cock in and out of her elastic-tight ovaled lips, 
savoring every millimeter of the wonderful in-stroke. He thrilled to see his 
cock slowly disappearing ecstatically into her mouth, feeling the head work 
its way deeper and deeper into the velvet channel of her throat. He ached to 
feel every last screaming millimeter of his sperm's long charge as it moved 
from his lust-swollen testicles to his penis's throbbing, blood-bloated head 
while his hands squeezed tightly against her ears. He held her face 
absolutely motionless in his powerful grip while he continued ramming his 
throbbing cock as far down as he was able into the narrow constriction of 
her throat. 

It was at this point that Lynn realized she no longer disliked what was 
happening to her. On the contrary, she was enjoying it all immensely. The 
more the penis rubbed in her throat, the greater the thrill, and she 
suddenly became aware she had feelings in her throat similar to those in her 
vagina. She was capable of an orgasm this way, as well. 

She began bobbing her head FASTER now, moving so quickly, he had to take his 
hands from her head in order to enjoy the full movement of her gullet around 
his cock. Her pharynx was squeezing all so tightly around his digging penis, 
all but crushing it, and he first began to understand she was feeling 
something, too. He wondered if all women felt something in their throats 
when they blew men. No wonder so many of them became addicted to fellatio! 

Lynn savored the thrills building in the narrowness of her gullet as her 
head continued its frenzied bobbing. Her lips pursed themselves all the more 
tightly around the man's throbbing penis, and she nodded all the more 
quickly, her head suddenly bobbing up and down, up and down, and she was 
suddenly aware of the overpowering sensation of orgasm as it closed in 
around her, caused by the massage of the cock in her gullet. 

"GGGHHHAAAWWWRRRGGG-HHHUUUCCCHHH!" she gagged out, clamping her throat 
muscles all the more tightly around the thrusting length of his pulsating 
penis. 

"Aha!" Stan Zurmer gasped, realizing his sperm was starting to churn in his 
testicles, and the liquid was bubbling in his prostate. He felt the semen 
rising, moving from the depths of his testicles through his prostate, into 
the base of his cock. He slammed his penis all the way down her gullet and 
held it locked in there, feeling her tongue wash across the base of his 
urethra, that tube that ran through the underside of his penis. He pushed 
harder, ever harder, holding his cock down there, keeping her head perfectly 
still as he waited breathlessly for the agonizing explosion he knew was 
about to take place in his loins. It was coming, coming, yes, yes, yes, 
yes... 

"HHHAAAYYYAAAGGGHH-HAAARRRGGGHHH!" he bellowed, feeling the heated sperm 
leaving his cock in heavy eight-tenths-of-a-second spurts at the same moment 
all the air rushed out of his lungs. 

Hungry for his semen, Lynn drank, sucking madly, slurping and pulling the 
oily white fluid down her gullet, wanting to taste more and more of the 
wonderful fluid. This was the first time she had tasted the delicious 
pungency of the fluid, and she decided the aroma masked the true delicious 
taste of it. She drank eagerly, wanting every drop of this brutal man's 
heatedly seething liquid. Her mouth tugged, sucking at the length of the 
quivering cock, swallowing and gulping the fluid in gushing waves, drinking 
like an animal dying of thirst. Her arms spontaneously wrapped themselves 
around the man's hips as she remained kneeling at his feet. Her fingers dug 
into his ass-cheeks, trying to pull his body all the more firmly against her 
face until every heated swallow was finally lodged in the depths of her 
belly. 

. Finished at last, she slowly eased her head away from the now-shrunken 
penis which, in its flaccid state looked more formidable than Bhin Sumatsu's 
had looked, hard. A thin line of seminal fluid went from her lip to the tip 
of his penis until her tongue snapped out and licked it all inside. 

"You're good!" Stan Zurmer told her. "You keep using that mouth like that, 
and you'll make a fortune." 

"I intend to," she told him flatly. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Although Simon Sumatsu made it a strict rule never to fool around with the 
help, he continually loaned his working women to his brothers and other 
relatives. He usually didn't loan out those women whom he knew supposedly 
didn't fool around. However Bhin, his brother, had been feeling so 
crestfallen after losing his reclining chair business, Simon had shown him 
photographs and allowed him to pick out whomever he wanted. When Bhin had 
reported being successful with Lynn, Simon saw no reason not to continue 
loaning her out. 

Aside from his brother, he had spoken with a close neighbor, who, with his 
wife, had been looking for something more in the way of perking up their sex 
lives. So on Monday, Alan Silver and his wife Pearl, joined the sightseeing 
group, even though they had been living in Hawaii for five years. Alan was a 
roundish-looking man five-feet-eight, though not really fat. His features 
added to the illusion of his being overweight, because he had full cheeks, a 
curved nose, and he waddled a little when he walked. He had short, brown 
hair, and equally brown eyes. 

Pearl, Alan's wife, is living closely with her husband for so many years, 
had come to take on a lot of his physical characteristics. Though she was in 
no way fat, her shapely body was somewhat round all over. Her breasts looked 
like round bowls, and her buttocks were also round, as were her outer hips. 
Facially, she was lovely, with curly brown hair, a small nose, twinkling 
eyes, and a rather full mouth. Both Alan and Pearl had enjoyed life sexually 
for more than thirty years. Now, in their early fifties, they had decided to 
branch out and bring in a third party, but with the idea that both of them 
would enjoy that third party, equally. 

Lynn accepted the two new additions to the tour. Today, she was handling the 
touring by herself, since it was Mariko's day off. She led them on a 
complete tour of southern Oahu, showing off the different sights, including 
certain old sacrificial altars. Someone asked her where Krakatoa was, and 
she replied it was somewhere near Java, not Hawaii. Hawaii had its own 
volcano, and the goddess Pele was supposed to live inside. 

Lynn led the people through so-called out-of-the-way curio shops where they 
were able to purchase all sort of genuine Hawaiian artifacts. At lunch time 
she took them to a place that served poi, fish, and all the other island 
delicacies. She, herself, had brought along a salami sandwich, since she 
hated Hawaiian food. 

During the afternoon, she took them on a tour of the coastline, and even let 
the people soak up some sun on the marvelously clean Hawaii beaches. By five 
o'clock she had them back at the hotel, and told them all she would pick 
them up at noon the following day for a tour of the east end of the island. 
Then she amended her statement, saying Mariko would pick them up, since 
Tuesday was one of her paid days off. 

As she walked away from the hotel, the Silvers approached her and Alan 
Silver said, "Look, Miss Kaneha, my wife and I live here in Oahu, and we 
really enjoyed the tour. To show our appreciation, we'd like to invite you 
home for supper." 

"You showed your appreciation when you paid," she told them, smiling. 

"But we'd like to go further," Pearl Silver insisted. "Please come home with 
us, and, in fact, spend the night with us." 

"That sounds a bit different than what I'm certain you mean," she said, 
smiling, not realizing they meant exactly what they said. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Somehow the Silvers finally convinced Lynn to come home with them. After 
all, they were a nice, fifty-odd-year-old couple. Surely there was no danger 
in being with them. 

The Silver home was on the west side of Oahu, right near the house of Simon 
Sumatsu, though Lynn, at the time didn't realize her employer lived nearby. 
Pearl, in anticipation of bringing Lynn home with them, had cooked a meal 
earlier in the day and had kept it in the oven, with the oven temperature on 
"warm." 

The meal took almost two hours to eat in its entirety. Pearl taking a long 
time between courses while she and Alan continued talking to Lynn, drawing 
her out, trying to discover her-likes and dislikes. They were seated in the 
large eat-in kitchen in the Silver home on expensive kitchen benches near a 
matching table. 

When the meal was over, they went into the huge living room, where Pearl 
brought in demitasse. Although Lynn was not really a coffee drinker, she 
accepted the small cup graciously, sitting in a large overstuffed chair. 
After the demitasse. Pearl served brandy. 

The living room was glass-walled on two sides, and at the touch of a button 
dark curtains slid across the glass walls because it was getting dark out 
and the Silvers didn't want anyone peering in. 

"Do you like erotic things?" Pearl asked Lynn, showing her a sculpture of a 
penis. 

The woman asked it so matter-of-factly, Lynn didn't feel the least bit 
embarrassed. She looked at the teak carving, and said, "I never really 
thought about it one way or the other." 

"How about erotic movies?" Alan asked, pressing a button so that a screen 
came down from the ceiling. 

"I've never really seen one," Lynn admitted. 

"Well then, you're in for a treat," Pearl told her, as her husband pressed 
another button, and a projector, hidden behind an opening in the far wall, 
started. "You're going to see an erotic double feature." 

For the next sixty-five minutes, Lynn sat, staring, seeing all the erotic 
things taking place on the screen, feeling her own body inwardly responding, 
realizing that where such sights might have disgusted her not too long ago, 
now they aroused her. She saw all kinds of intercourse, fellatio, and even 
cunnilingus taking place. Cunnilingus! That was something she hadn't 
experienced in a little while, and she looked forward to doing so. The only 
trouble was, she didn't know with whom she would be next experiencing 
something like that. Shrugging, she smiled to herself, inwardly amused that 
middle-aged people like the Silvers actually enjoyed eroticism. So few 
people were open and honest about sex. 

When the first movie ended, Lynn went into the bedroom with Pearl so both 
women were able to touch up their makeup. Both had perspired heavily during 
the first movie, and a little facial arrangement was definitely in order. 

"That was interesting," Lynn admitted. "Do you mean you have another film 
like that?" 

"YES," Pearl nodded. "I'm glad you're accepting all this so calmly, and 
you're not a prude like so many other girls. My husband and I would like to 
make love with you while we watch the next film. What do you say?" 

"I'd REALLY rather not," Lynn told her. "I MAY BE open-minded, but I don't 
believe in displaying myself to a STRANGE man, expecially when his wife is 
present." 

"Funny, but Simon said you would respond differently." 

"Simon?" 

"Your employer, our neighbor, Mr. Sumatsu. Simon is a VERY good friend, and 
when we told him we wanted to experience a new thrill in sex, he suggested 
this menage-a-trois. He also suggested that we use you. That's why we came 
on the tour today." 

"But ... " 

"Don't WORRY, honey, we understand that you won't simply give it away. We 
want to buy some of your time. When it's all over, my husband'll pay you a 
substantial amount for your time." 

"Please ... I really..." 

"Don't be silly," Pearl insisted. "Come on, let's go watch the next movie. 
By now, Alan not only has it threaded on the machine, but he's pulled the 
overstuffed couch into place so all three of us can sit comfortably on it. 
Now I'm certain you don't want us to report to Simon that you were 
uncooperative, do you?" 

"Well ... no ... but ... " 

"Then come on." 

They returned to the living room, and sure enough, the large couch that had 
been against the left wall was now pulled into place where the chair in 
which Lynn had sat had previously been. The three of them sat with Lynn in 
the middle, and Alan pressed the buttons that turned out the lights and 
started the movie showing. 

As she sat, Lynn felt Alan Silver's hand resting on her knee. She wanted to 
brush it off, but she remembered what Pearl had said about her being 
recommended by her employer. This was getting out of control. It was one 
thing for her to select a man like Stan Zurmer, by herself, but it was 
something else again to be "sold" to people, even if her employer was 
gaining nothing but good will from such a sale. 

The title of the second film they watched was THE KIDNAPPED GIRL. 

The scene showed a helpless young girl being dragged into a cabin from a car 
after presumably having been kidnapped. She was thrown down on an iron cot 
and she was forced to lie, face-up, while her captor bound her wrists to the 
railing above her head, and then spread-eagled her feet, tying a rope around 
one ankle, throwing the rope beneath the cot, and then bringing it up and 
tying it around her other ankle so that her thighs were spread wide apart. 

"Wh-what are you going to do?" the helpless girl demanded, and Lynn thought 
the dialogue was terribly hokey. The girl, herself, was a slender blonde, 
with large breasts that were already poking through a half-open blue blouse. 

"I'm gonna FUCK YOU while your family stews," the tall, handsome, muscular 
man told her. "After a GOOD hot fuck, I'll call 'em and tell 'em where to 
deliver the money, then I'll fuck you once more." 

The man tore the clothing off the girl, as the camera panned over her body, 
showing off her appealing attributes, stopping at the fullness of her 
breasts, and then moving down between her thighs to focus on the pink bubble 
of her clitoris, already trying to peek out from the hood of membrane 
covering it. 

Lynn felt an empathy with the girl, since the girl was about to be used much 
the way these people wanted to use her. 

"Her breasts ARE very nice," Lynn heard Pearl say, "but I'll bet you have 
nicer-looking breasts." 

"I'm quite well satisfied, thank you," Lynn smirked. 

She jumped up when unexpectedly, the older woman suddenly reached out and 
cupped the fullness of her breasts, gripping both of them and squeezing 
them. She was actually being fondled by another woman! 

"Please. . . that's not RIGHT," Lynn gasped. "You shouldn't be touching me 
there." 

"Don't be RIDICULOUS," Alan Silver told the girl. "My wife-likes your tits, 
and believe me, she knows how to touch to arouse a person. You ought to be 
happy to have her touch them. Lean forward, will you?" 

Without even thinking to ask why, Lynn did as the man ordered, and suddenly 
she felt the zipper on the back of her uniform being tugged down, and the 
man's hands were busy, unsnapping her brassiere as he pulled her uniform top 
off. She felt her twin breasts being freed, and they bounced up and down on 
her chest. 

"What are you doing?" Lynn asked, crossing her hands in front of her naked 
mammaries. "And why?" 

"We're undressing you," Alan Silver told her. "We're doing it because we 
want to compare your tits with those of the woman in the film. Besides, we 
like looking at a good set of knockers, right Pearl?" 

"Oh, but definitely," Pearl widely grinned, returning her hands to Lynn's 
breasts, massaging her nipples and tweaking them, teasing and tantalizing 
them into hardness, making them more and more tense. "You know," Pearl 
continued, pushing Lynn's hands aside, "if I were a man you can bet I'd go 
for you. Don't let the fact that I'm a woman make you think I can't 
appreciate a good set of jugs, though." Her voice sounded almost crude at 
this point. 

"My God! What's happening?" Lynn asked. "Mrs. Silver, are you a lesbian?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, honey," Pearl laughed. "A lesbian had the hots for 
women only. Me, I'm a lover of beauty, whether it be MALE OR FEMALE. Stop 
worrying. A little fun with a woman as well as a man is certainly not going 
to make you look or behave differently in the future. If anything, it'll 
broaden your outlook on life." 

Pearl was grinning lasciviously, her fingers still continuing to explore the 
beautiful ripeness of Lynn's full, quivering breasts. She tweaked and 
pinched the sensitively erect dark nipples, making blood fill them, causing 
them to swell and enlarge a little more. 

Meanwhile, on the screen before them, the action was becoming more and more 
arousing and torrid with each passing moment. The kidnapper had undressed 
and revealed the kind of cock that made Lynn realize this was the reason why 
the man had been hired in the first place. The penis was immense, truly 
immense, and huge, and it waggled back and forth, making the blonde on the 
cot scream again and again as she realized the man was going to plant every 
last inch of that huge organ between her shuddering thighs. Lynn found 
herself pitying the actress, because she didn't think any woman was capable 
of handling such a piece of machinery. 

"I feel all hot and bothered already," Alan Silver insisted, moving his body 
ever closer to the slenderly lithe form of the quaking Lynn, his left hand 
across his body in front of him, stroking the slenderness of her bare knee. 
The beautiful young tour guide, more than a little afraid all of a sudden, 
drew in her breath very sharply as she found herself being caressed by the 
husband and wife at the same time. Dear God! Why was all this happening to 
her? What had she done to have all these people with "different ideas" when 
it came to sex come seeking her? Granted she had given in willingly to Stan 
Zurmer, but the fact after all was, the man HAD come looking for her, just 
as this couple was doing. She had acceded to Zurmer's vile wishes at the 
time simply to keep herself from being hurt, but afterward she had come to 
like it. Now she was worried she was going to like what this married couple 
was doing to her. Why in the name of heaven wasn't she able to stop all 
this? 

On the screen, the kidnapper was moving to a drawer, and Lynn found her 
attention drawn by the action there in spite of the two pairs of hands 
undressing her. She gasped as she saw the man-who was the kidnapper say, 
"You thought you were going to get MY cock, didn't you. Well, maybe, but NOT 
RIGHT NOW, honey. Right now I have a BETTER idea." 

The man opened the box and removed the penis. It was made of a large rubbery 
substance. It was OBVIOUS the object was even larger than the erection 
sported by the man. The blonde actress, bound to the cot, realizing what the 
madman intended doing with the object, began to writhe and squirm. She 
twisted and thrashed wildly on the cot, but the man ignored her, completely. 

The man seemed to be doing something to the object for awhile, and when he 
was finished, he once again turned to the lovely blonde, running his large 
hands lecherously over the delightful contours of her youthfully firm body, 
apparently taking particularly obscene delight in continually prodding and 
poking at the defenselessly quivering orifice of her helpless pussy. 

"You're TOO DAMN DRY," the kidnapper snapped, a frown of total displeasure 
crossing his face. He seemed annoyed at the fact that the blonde was 
resisting him. Her body was not cooperating and making him enjoy what he was 
doing. 

Crossing to a small table in the room, he pulled out a conveniently 
available tube of special lubricating ointment which he squeezed into the 
tightness of her narrow little vagina, causing the beautiful woman to gasp 
and shudder aloud as the cold, slippery jell invaded the interior tissues of 
her extremely vulnerable coral tunnel. As an afterthought, he forced her 
legs wider apart, using ropes around her knees to pull her thighs open even 
wider. Now the walls of her narrow, tightly clasping pussy were pulled even 
farther apart, popping open suddenly to reveal the gaping hole, letting more 
of the grease smear its way inside. 

Wiping his hands on a conveniently available rag, the mad kidnapper began 
angling the rubber dildo into position. Now that Lynn looked, she saw it was 
more than just a dildo. It had all kinds of buttons on the end of it, where 
it was bulky and obviously housed some kind of motor. Babbles of protests 
began erupting from the helpless blonde's gasping lips and she desperately 
tried hard to pull away. But it was hopeless. The crazed kidnapper forced 
the rubbery point of its thickness between the violently trembling, vainly 
resisting inner labia of the young woman's tormented vagina. The helpless 
girl screamed and did her utmost to wiggle out of position, attempting to 
escape from the depraved aggression, but the good doctor had already slipped 
the tapered point of the hardened rubbery penis into her pussy. The large, 
massive instrument was sufficiently flexible so that it bent with the 
movements of her body as she flexed one way and then another, and she 
realized there was no way she was going to free herself of the dildo by 
herself. 

Lynn was unable to believe what she saw taking place on the screen. When she 
felt the hands of the married couple touching her body again, she found it 
even more difficult to believe what was happening to HER. The upper half of 
her body was totally naked, and they had already pulled off her shoes and 
panties, and now they were pulling her uniform down over her hips, yanking 
it lower and lower until her pubic hairs were seen to be peeping out. What 
was crazier than anything about all this was the fact that in spite of what 
she was saying, Lynn was not physically resisting them. 

"Don't ... uhhh ... please ... please ... don't do this ... " Lynn was 
begging, her mind suddenly whirling because even though she knew this was 
wrong, her body was aching for more and more. "You're treating me as if I'm 
some kind of whore." 

"You're no more of a whore than I am," Pearl assured her, grinning at her. 
"All we want is to enjoy you, and to have you enjoy us." 

"B ... but ... oh no..." she whimpered, still letting them do as they 
wished. 

"Why don't you stop pretending you don't like this," Alan insisted. "There's 
no one else here other than the three of us. All we want to do is make 
things enjoyable for you, and we hope you'll do the same for us. We showed 
you that first movie to see how you would react. It was important for us to 
find out how you feel, internally. You're a highly sensuous woman, so why 
don't you just relax and stop fighting your inner emotions. Enjoy everything 
that's happening to you instead of fighting it. In the long run you'll find 
it's all so much more pleasant. Don't think in terms of whore or any other 
word the prudes invented to use on people they secretly admire." 

"Of course," Pearl told Lynn. "The reason why Alan and I get along so well 
is the simple fact that we're open and honest with one another. Instead of 
sneaking off and having tawdry little affairs on the side, we have affairs 
and involve each other in them. This way, the both of us get to enjoy the 
third person." 

"You mean the TWO of you sometimes do this with another man?" Lynn asked in 
amazement. 

"When we HAVE another man, I'm the CENTER of attraction," Pearl explained 
with a pleased smile. "Alan has no bi-tendencies the way I do. So he and the 
other man play with me and use me in any and every way possible. I, on the 
other hand, am even more open-minded than my husband, and so when we find 
another lady like yourself, instead of sharing him with her, I make it a 
THREE-WAY groove for all of us. The two of us will share him, he and I will 
share you, and you and he will share me. Wait and see, you'll love it!" 

"UUUNNNHHHAAANNNHHH!" the lust-stricken Polynesian woman gasped as Alan's 
fingers finally found what they had been seeking. They inched forward and 
invaded the tight pinkness of her vagina, finding her interior already 
well-lubricated, as her inner labia heatedly pulsed and shuddered. 

"Un-like the young lady on the screen, you don't need any artificial 
lubrication," the man commented, enjoying the wonderful sensation of her 
feminine oils oozing very slowly out of her over-stimulated pussy, running 
onto his hand and down his wrist. "Now lift up your ass and let me take off 
this ridiculous uniform so that we can enjoy the sight of your nakedness 
once and for all." 

"Please ... I don't know if I'm ready for anything like this ... " she 
gasped, but even as she moaned the words out she was doing exactly what the 
man was telling her. Her body was enjoying it all so much, it wanted more, 
even if her consciousness was arguing against it. She hoisted her smoothly 
rounded buttocks from the sofa just long enough for Alan to tug her uniform 
down and off. Alan let everything lay where it fell on the floor. 

Lynn, totally naked now, let her eyes wander over to Pearl Silver. The 
latter was on her knees on the sofa, almost hovering over the tan-fleshed 
woman, and she was opening her own blouse, baring her own breasts, which, 
for a woman of her years, was not only ample, but still fairly firm. The 
flesh was still smooth and not wrinkled, but perhaps this was because of 
Pearl's roundness. 

"Hmmmmmm ... oh yes, yes indeed," the older woman commented as she began 
running her hands very lightly over Lynn's tan nakedness, feeling the lush 
fullness of her body. 

"Unh ... don't ... please ... Mrs. Silver ... please don't do this," Lynn 
mumbled and begged, the drink causing her to slur her words, for she had 
indeed taken something to drink, earlier. She would NEVER learn. It seemed 
as if everyone in Hawaii managed to get his or her hands on some kind of 
aphrodisiac or other. 

"We're only going to make you happy," Pearl insisted. 

"You're turning me into a sex-crazed animal," the helpless tour guide 
gasped, whimpering. 

"But my dear, we're all sex-crazed animals deep down," Pearl insisted. "We 
just want you to realize your full potential and to enjoy yourself. We're 
going to break you down to the barest elements of your being, and what's 
more, you're going to love every last little bit of it. Look at that blonde 
on the screen. She appears to be suffering, but the truth of the matter is, 
she's enjoying every last little bit of what's happening to her. You will, 
too." 

Lynn's eyes automatically returned to the screen and she stared at the 
action taking place there. The vibrating, pumping dildo was now in motion, 
and what seemed to be an unrelenting driveshaft was forcing the huge, 
artificial penis into the tightness of the lovely girl's defenselessly open 
vagina. The dildo was moving at low speed at the moment, moving almost 
gently in and out of the tight pussy with only half its length inside the 
supposedly fear-ridden actress. It was clear to Lynn the blonde lying on the 
bed seemed surprised by the actual tenderness of the machine, obviously 
expecting to feel it all but tear the flesh from her helpless interior. She 
had, in all probability, thought of it like a propeller, whirling about 
inside her, ready to cut her up. 

The actor playing the part of the crazed kidnapper showed himself to be a 
HIGHLY impatient man at this point. With a wide, sadistic smile surfacing on 
his face he pressed another button on the side of the dildo, evilly grinning 
even more widely. The engine inside the dildo seemingly sputtered and then 
the depraved mechanism began stroking longer and deeper, forcing the massive 
rubbery cock a few inches deeper into the oil-gleaming lips of the 
wide-split vagina. The girl's scream was loud and clear as the false penis 
moved all the more quickly. Lynn's face was suddenly drained and looking 
very pale. 

"My God! He's REALLY hurting her!" she gasped, quivering, wondering if this 
man and this woman intended submitting her to such evil treatment, as well. 

Lynn quivered and tightly clamped her eyes shut, praying and hoping for some 
way she might be able to relieve the itching, burning tormented sensation 
she was feeling. She knew it was the aphrodisiac stimulating her, and that 
much of what she was feeling in the way of salaciousness was artificially 
induced. Her loins were being stimulated again and again. 

What made all this worse was the realization that her troubles were, to a 
certain extent, caused by her own inner emotions, her own personal weakness 
for sexual enjoyment. She hadn't an ounce ot morality left in her body, for 
if she did, she would take her clothing and walk out of this house, even if 
it meant LOSING her job. 

But she remained there, spread out on the sofa, her legs wide apart, knowing 
she wasn't going to go anywhere. She was indeed a slave to her inner 
emotions. All the aphrodisiac had done was build her own unquenchable lust 
higher. She was a slave to her feelings whether she liked it or not. 

Pearl Silver was now totally bare breasted, and she was leaning toward Lynn. 
Alan had slid from the sofa to the floor and he was staring between her 
widespread thighs where his fingers were probing. He continued massaging her 
clitoris with his thumb while pushing two fingers in and out of the 
tightness of her sucking pussy. Now he used his free hand to pull on one of 
her legs as he rose and sat on the sofa again, pulling her body so that she 
lay across his legs and the lap of his wife. 

Lynn jumped when she felt a mouth sucking on her breast and realized Pearl 
Silver was doing it. While Alan continued staring intently between Lynn's 
thighs, his wife was hungrily masticating Lynn's breast, nibbling on one 
nipple, and then the other. She sucked noisily and hungrily, slurping and 
sucking and lapping insanely, her mouth working uncontrollably, fondling the 
breast she wasn't sucking. 

"UUUUUNNNNHHH ... HHHAAANNNHHH..." Lynn gasped and groaned, feeling her body 
helplessly manipulated by the two people as she made a half-hearted, totally 
unsuccessful attempt to push them away. 

Pearl responded to her attempts to push her away by biting one of Lynn's 
taut nipples very gently, sinking the edges of her sharp white teeth into 
the rubbery yielding flesh around the hardened nipple until the beautiful 
woman was moaning, groaning with anguished lust. As she squirmed in arousal 
and thrilled desire, Lynn without knowing it gave Alan the opportunity for 
which he had been waiting by widely spreading her pillarly tan legs. His 
hand had been in there before, but now he was going to suck that sweet 
pussy. With a quick, well-timed movement, he pulled his fingers from her 
slurping female tunnel and lurched forward, his heatedly wet mouth coming 
into direct contact with the beautiful Polynesian's wetly cringing cunt. 

Lynn gasped in shuddering dismay and protest. Yet a thrillingly electrifying 
shock was already charging uncontrollably through her quiveringly naked, 
ravaged body as the man's stretched out, lengthy, snake-like tongue began 
circling and surrounding the throbbing little bead of her extended clitoris. 
She groaned aloud, but even as she heard the different sounds she was 
making, she knew full well it was a continuous groan of pleasure and not a 
moan of pain. By turning her head slightly, she found she was able to still 
see past Pearl-who was happily and enjoyably licking her full breasts one at 
a time as if they were two succulent mounds of upstanding mocha ice cream 
topped by little cones of chocolate. She stared at Alan, who was on his 
knees on the floor again, his head probing between her widespread legs, 
grinning like Satan, himself. The wetly pink feminine flesh of her nakedly 
vulnerable and helpless vagina was totally exposed, offered in complete 
sacrifice to this depraved SEX MANIAC. She was wide open to any indignity he 
wanted to perform on her helpless body. 

"UMMMMM ... GOOD ... YES ... mmmm!" Pearl murmured in delight, lifting her 
lips for a moment from the fullness of the beautiful Polynesian woman's 
warmly glistening breasts. "Am I getting in your way, Alan? Do you want to 
fuck her? Or have you something else in mind?" 

"I'll fuck her in a little while, when she's so hot she's begging for it," 
Alan told his wife. "How about you, Pearl? Are you enjoying her as much as 
I?" 

"Of course, darling," Pearl replied. "I'm getting all heated up. But 
sweetheart, just remember, no matter what you do with her, I'm expecting you 
to finish with me." 

"Have I EVER disappointed you?" Alan asked her frankly. "Don't worry. There 
may be some snow on the roof but there's still a lot of fire in the old 
furnace." He grinned evilly and let his mouth once again gape and thrust 
itself at Lynn's soaking vaginal crevice. 

Lynn found it impossible to believe the incredible conversation she was 
overhearing between the married couple. She wondered how many other married 
were like this pair. She also wondered if something like this was going to 
happen to her later in life, if SHE got married. This was all so incredible. 

She was helpless at the moment, unable to do a thing as the hungry man's 
head once again returned to the work it had been doing. He was planting his 
palms flatly against the insides of her tan thighs, pressing the tenderly 
soft flesh, rubbing the smoothness of her skin. Then he slyly inserted his 
two thumbs directly into the softly wet flanges of her palpitating vagina. 
Little by little, moving ever so slowly, almost torturously, he began 
spreading the softly ragged pink edges of her creaming vagina wide apart. He 
exposed to his lecherous eyes the delicious, secret recesses of the lovely 
woman's voluptuously ripened body. 

Lynn found herself wildly jerking, totally out of control, moans of lust 
coming from her clamped lips. She realized there WAS no escape, now. In 
fact, the idea of escape vanished from her mind. She was far too overwhelmed 
by all this now to even think of backing out, and her restlessly tormented 
body was practically screaming for physical satisfaction. She had to have 
that sexual release or she felt she would fall apart. 

Pearl continued her hungry, methodical sucking, moving her lips from one 
ripely swollen nipple to the other, sending little currents of thrillingly 
delightful pleasure coursing through the beautiful woman's entire body. Lynn 
felt her arms, her shoulders, her neck, and her spine quivering with delight 
because of the oral attentions paid to her by the Silvers. At one point she 
lifted her head from the bolster on which it was resting and stared down the 
length of her body, seeing the two people working on her, noting how she was 
nakedly writhing in total disbelief. She was unable to bring herself to 
believe all this was actually happening to her. It was much too bizarre! 

Whipping her head up and down, letting the back of it slam against the 
bolster repeatedly, the sex-frenzied young tour guide once again noticed the 
action taking place on the screen, and suddenly she knew her body was unable 
to stand this any longer. 

"Uhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... I can't stand this ... no..." she sobbed 
loudly as her eyes stared at the long mechanical artificial cock continually 
thrusting in and out of the tight pussy between the frantic blonde's 
quivering legs, burying itself almost to the hilt again and again. It 
ruthlessly rammed in and out of her tortured and aching vagina. The crazed 
kidnapper was obviously beside himself with lascivious enjoyment, and he 
hovered menacingly over her while his hand continued stroking the rest of 
her naked body with feverish passion. The dildo was moving in high gear, 
slamming into the tightness of the poor spread-eagled victim showing her no 
mercy whatsoever. 

The camera zoomed in for a close-up of the action that was taking place. The 
sound track was very clearly picking up the noisily obscene sucking sounds 
the artificial phallus made as it continued to relentlessly probe in and out 
of the thrusting pussy, for the blonde's cunt was reacting and thrusting 
itself up to meet the downward strokes. 

Despite all that was happening to her own body, Lynn found it all but 
impossible to tear her eyes from what was taking place on the screen. Her 
pupils widened as she watched the inner pinkness of the seemingly fragile 
blonde's vagina being drawn out with every backstroke of the massive rubbery 
phallus. Her wet, coral flesh was clinging tightly to the sides of the 
instrument as it glisteningly moved in and out, reluctant to let go. 
Tenths-of-a second later, the cycle would reverse itself, and with another 
mechanical grunt, the fiendish mechanism would move into a forestroke, 
plunging once more deep into the helpless woman's belly. 

It was OBVIOUS to everyone, Lynn, Pearl, and Alan, the latter watching from 
the corner of his eye, that the battered blonde movie actress had physically 
resisted the thrusts of the machine as long as she had humanly been able to 
do so. It was EQUALLY obvious that any and all resistance was now completely 
at an end. Already her lithe, high-breasted torso was beginning to wantonly 
stroke and undulate in perfect synchronization, matching the dildo stroke 
for stroke, and the sound track was now filled with all kinds of thrillingly 
obscene noises as she started shrieking out her shuddering feelings. 

"AAAIIIEEE ... FUCK ME ... FUCK MEEEE ... YESSSSS ... FUCK ME IN ANY AND 
EVERY WAY POSSIBLE ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she shrieked again and again, like a 
woman totally possessed by some evil spirit. 

Lynn was doing her best to desperately ignore the continuous shooting 
sensations that thrillingly seared through her own wanton and shamelessly 
aroused torso. She tried hard to ignore what was happening to her by keeping 
her eyes glued to what was happening on the screen, irrationally hoping that 
in SOME WAY watching this salacious spectacle would help her to hang onto 
her own faltering sanity. Looking at the morally depraved porno film star, 
she wondered if she, herself, in a few months might have her own desires 
built to the point where she would be willing to allow anything and 
everything to happen to her. 

The kidnapper had pushed the last button on the artificial cock, making it 
move at top speed now, and he was running his free hand lasciviously over 
the helplessly naked body of the lovely blonde again and again. He inserted 
his fingers between her sweat-soaked ass-cheeks and probed her tightly 
crinkled anus, timing his movements to match those of the machine. Then he 
thrust the finger forward, hard, burying it all the way into the tightness 
of her cringing rectum. 

"AAAAHHHHAANNHHH!" the blonde gasped, her voice coming over the hidden 
speaker as her eyes suddenly popped wide open with fright as the mad 
kidnapper continued moving his finger around and around inside her tight 
anal cavity. Saliva was actually falling from the man's open mouth. 

THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. Lynn thought, in a state of wild shock at seeing all 
this. Then the lovely blonde's eyes popped open with even more fear as the 
madman let go of the dildo, leaving it on full power as it slid in and out 
of her cunt, and then he pulled his other hand from her ass-hole. He began 
crawling up on her, letting his naked cock dangle in her face as he sat on 
the roundness of her full breasts. The fatly throbbing phallic length 
dangled menacingly. 

"Now!" he ordered. "While the dildo keeps on fucking that sweet pussy of 
yours, suppose you take a taste of old peter, here," she heard the man say, 
his VILE words ringing loudly in Lynn's ears. 

The blonde, completely dominated by now, opened her mouth and took in the 
massive length of his immense cock. She closed her eyes as if not wanting to 
witness her own shame. 

The end of the film was spectacular. After pumping his throbbing organ in 
and out of her mouth savagely for a few minutes, the kidnapper began jerking 
and twitching, convulsing as if his body were undergoing some kind of fit. 
The blonde responded by licking and sucking all the more furiously, pulling 
on his massive blunted cock as he slammed the full length of it all the way 
into her mouth, cramming it down her throat. He pressed his cock so strongly 
into her mouth, his balls almost went in as well. At the same time, the 
lower half of her body continued bucking up and down in time to the way the 
dildo was moving in her cunt. The fucking machine, battery powered, was 
proceeding ruthlessly, driving her closer and closer to the brink of her own 
satisfaction. It was going to be an orgasm too powerful to be denied. 

"AAAIII YYYAAAGGGHHHUUUNNNG-GGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" the madman bellowed, tugging 
his cock from her mouth at the last second as it burst forth with heavy 
loads of sperm, like a dam being overcome by a spring flood, and the hotly 
sticky semen splashed into the blonde's wide-open mouth. The cock continued 
spurting like a fire hose while the girl stretched her neck up in an attempt 
to take the penis back into her mouth. White sperm splashed on her lips, in 
her eyebrows, on her eyelids, on her nose, and all over her cheeks. She 
gasped and finally gripped the head of his cock with her teeth and then 
sucked the penis back into her mouth. 

Suddenly Lynn knew she was unable to stand it any longer, and she gasped out 
loud, "FUCK ME! PLEASE, FUCK ME!" 

"Me first," Pearl insisted, and she took her mouth from Lynn's breast and 
lay flat on the floor in front of the sofa as her husband hurled himself on 
top of her, hesitating only long enough to tear off his pants, revealing a 
modest but solid cock. He pushed Pearl's dress up to reveal she had no 
panties on, and he pumped into her. Lynn lay there, staring at them, getting 
more heated up by the moment, knowing her turn would come soon-if the man 
didn't shoot too quickly. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Mariko Oyama was totally unlike Lynn. She had never once hesitated when it 
came to sex. The moment she had freed herself from her family, she had 
embarked on a sexual side-career that would have put most of Honolulu's 
whores to shame. Most of the pimps knew about Mariko's extra-curricular 
activities, but they ALSO knew she worked for Simon Sumatsu, who was very 
influential in the islands. 

Two of the men who had gone on the tour with Mariko and Lynn on Saturday had 
approached Mariko, propositioning her almost at the same time. 

"Gentleman," she had said to them. "Rather than have to choose between the 
two of you, why not let ME take the two of you on at the same time. If you 
can leave your wives for awhile with my associate on the tour on Monday, 
then I will meet with the two of you and we will spend the whole afternoon 
together. Believe me, it will take an entire afternoon if the two of you 
intend doing justice to me." 

So they had met her Monday afternoon while their wives had continued with 
the tour, and they had each paid her a hundred dollars and had gone with her 
to a motel where she always went to entertain when not using her own room. 
She was CERTAIN this particular motel was as safe as her own room. 

The two men, Dan Mannel and Jeff Warren had taken turns fucking her all 
afternoon, and when the evening came, while Lynn was being fucked by the 
Silvers, the two men decided they wanted to each enjoy Mariko just one more 
time. 

Her skin was smooth, saffron-gold, and she had shining black hair. Her 
breasts were not huge, but they were larger than those of most Japanese 
women, probably attributable to that ancestor in her past who was not 
Japanese. 

Mariko had gotten supper for the two men, for which both had paid her and 
then while they had eaten, she had taken a shower. Afterward, Dan, who was 
the shorter of the two men, also went and showered. Dan was in his late 
thirties, balding, dark-brown-hair, about five-eight, with a scraggly 
mustache. Jeff, who was six-feet-two-inches in height, had naturally blonde 
hair and light skin. He was the dumber of the two. 

When Dan came out of the bathroom, Jeff went in and Dan and Mariko sat on 
the edge of the bed that had been used so consistently that afternoon and 
evening. 

"Let's get started," Dan said to Mariko. "Jeff can catch up when he comes 
out." 

Leaning forward, he kissed the outthrust nipple of the lovely Japanese girl, 
while his left hand began jerking on his cock, trying to make it stiffen 
after he had already fired two loads from it. 

"Anyone ever tell you, you smell and taste just like JASMINE?" he asked, his 
mouth still crammed with her breast. 

"I thank you, kind sir," she said, smiling. 

"So far, we've both fucked you, and you've sucked the two of us," Dan 
commented. "When you were in the bathroom before, did you wash out your 
cunt?" 

"Of course," she nodded. 

'Then maybe this time Jeff and I will do a little pussy eating." 

"You must do whatever pleases you," Mariko insisted, turning her body so Dan 
was able to suck her other breast into his mouth. "Maybe if we show Mr. Jeff 
how much we enjoy loving each other, when he comes out he will be more than 
anxious to use his tongue." 

"That's NOT a bad idea at all," Dan agreed. 

The man ran his licking tongue around her nipple again and again, biting 
tenderly down on it, then using his tongue to push it out from between his 
lips. "Or maybe the two of us will fuck you at the same time," Dan mused. 
"That might be a lot of fun." 

"As I said," she told him, stroking his hair. "Whatever gives the two of you 
the most pleasure. We shall make this the most pleasurable time for the two 
of you so that you may return to the hotel with pleasant memories, and 
tomorrow, the two of you will of course not look at me in any special way 
when I take over the tour guide." 

"Sure, whatever you say." 

"I always enjoy having two men make love to me at once. It is a most 
pleasant feeling," she said, smiling. 

"I dig the idea even more," Dan told her. "It's kinda like you're our own 
private Geisha, and we can sort of make you do anything and everything. 
You'll fuck for us, suck us, and everything else, but the two of us at once. 
Man! That'd be SOMETHING ELSE!" 

"Listen," Mariko said to Dan. "Jeff has turned off the shower. He will be 
with us at any moment." 

The two of them lay down on the sweat-soaked sheets, side by side. Dan 
propped himself up on one elbow and ran his free hand smoothly over her 
saffron-fleshed body, from breasts to cunt and back again. Jeff came into 
the room, still toweling himself, and he stopped to look at the two of them. 

Hi, big stiff," Dan said to the blonde man. "We're so glad you're here. 
We've been waiting for you. Come on over here and help me fuck this 
delicious bit of Japanese pussy. She says she wants the TWO of us to shove 
it to her." 

Jeff let the towel fall to the floor and approached the bed, his penis 
rising and swelling just from looking at Mariko. With each step he took his 
penis seemed to enlarge just a little bit more. 

"You know," he said to the two of them. "This is the first time since I've 
been married that I stepped out on the old wife. A girl like you, Mariko, 
makes it all so worthwhile." 

The lovely Japanese girl looked up at the throbbing, pulsating cock, and at 
the dark-gold hair between the man's legs, as well as at his muscled body. 
She said, "I hope I can make this last time around for the two of you the 
most memorable time of all." 

"Son of a bitch!" Jeff swore. "You know, with the old bitch, I'm good for 
one shot at a time. This time, after two loads, I figured I'd had it for 
sure. I mean after blasting two loads into a woman like Mariko, any man 
ought to be drained. I guess it takes you, Mariko, to make a man realize he 
has strength for just one more go at it. Okay, Dan, what do we do first?" 

Dan looked at Jeff and asked, "D'you ever eat your wife's pussy?" 

"Hell, no! I've never sucked a cunt in my life. I don't think I'd dig a 
scene like that. I mean, it's just too ... well, you know, it just doesn't 
happen to appeal to me..." 

"Jeff, you're a stiff," Dan laughed. "Let me show you just what the hell 
YOU'RE MISSING." 

Mariko opened her thighs wide and allowed the shorter, dark-haired man to 
crawl between them. He kissed her breasts first, letting his tongue trail 
over each of her upstanding little nipples. Then he pressed his lips tc her 
rib cage. He drew a hot, wet trail with his tongue, letting it run across 
her flat belly. When his face was poised directly above the humid mound of 
her sopping cunt, smelling the soap she had used to clean it out mixed with 
her natural juices, he said, "What a beautiful pussy, Mariko. Has anyone 
ever told you how beautiful your cunt is? That dope over there thinks a cunt 
is only good for fucking. Well I'm gonna show him how wrong he can be. I'm 
gonna kiss it now, and then I'm gonna stick my tongue inside it, sucking 
that sweet pussy of yours until you hit the top of the rainbow, honey. 
There's nothing like eating a pussy that smells good, and Mariko, yours 
smells damned good!" 

"Thank you so much," Mariko murmured, and jamming her elbows into the 
mattress, she lifted her hips slightly as Dan Mannel plunged his seeking 
mouth into the steaming abyss lurking between her soft inner labia. As the 
man worked his tongue and his teeth against her vulva, Mariko reached out, 
took Jeff's hand, and drew the blonde man down onto the bed with the two of 
them. 

"Ah," she gasped out loud. "This is so wonderful, feeling the gentleman's 
mouth in and on me, enjoying the way his slick, wet tongue runs around 
inside my vagina, as well as the way his mustache tickles my clitoris. This 
man is no novice at this. He is indeed most expert at things like this." 

Jeff let his tongue travel around his lips, wetting them as he stared down 
at the wonderful sight of Dan Mannel burrowing his face hungrily into the 
depths of this woman's hair-surrounded vagina. 

"Yeah," he nodded. "That looks okay. I'll admit, watching it does excite 
me!" 

Considering how tall Jeff was, his cock was on the stubby side. It was a 
little smaller than Dan's, even if it was somewhat thicker. Mariko reached 
out and gripped the cock, running her thumb around the widely flaring head, 
and she said, "You have a very nice-looking organ," to the man, knowing he 
felt a bit embarrassed because it was smaller than it ought to have been 
considering his height. "It is so firm, and it is such an intimate organ. 
Aiiiie! Mr. Mannel! Yesssss! Do that!" she gasped as Dan licked her clitoris 
again. "I LOVE what you are doing to me! It arouses me and builds me to 
higher peaks of desire. The two of you are such wonderful lovers. I love the 
feeling of your tongue, Mr. Dan, and your teeth as they bite into my flesh. 
Ahh! Mr. Jeff, see the way I am fucking with this man, only instead of 
riding his cock in and out of my pussy, I am riding his tongue. I am fucking 
this wonderful man in his handsome face." 

Shuddering, Jeff moved his hips back and forth, letting his stiff cock slide 
through her fingers. Mariko, hearing the harsh rasp of Jeff's breath, 
realized he was more than a little aroused from watching everything. 

Dan lifted his face from the beautiful Japanese woman's vagina, her oils 
dripping from his chin as he smiled and said through panting lips, "Come on, 
Jeff, get with it! You push your face into her cunt now while I move up and 
start pushing my cock between her breasts, tit-fucking her while she licks 
the tip of my prick. After you bring her off by sucking her cunt, just climb 
on up and push your cock into the same hole where your tongue will have 
been. What d'you say?" 

"Damn, I'll try it," Jeff agreed eagerly. 

He moved to take Dan's place as the latter moved up. He lay down flat on his 
belly, his head between Mariko's thighs. Dan slid his crotch higher on her 
body, moving it across the flat plane of her belly, shoving his hands under 
her curvaceous ass-cheeks to get a good firm grasp of her ass. Mariko stared 
at the approach of Dan's throbbing cock. It was a big sucker, all right. It 
was much bigger than she would have imagined. The head was a brilliant red, 
and the shank was a shiny white, distended as it was from crown to root, 
shiny with his leaking lubricity. She literally salivated at the sight of 
it. When it came to SEX, Mariko might have been mercenary, but it didn't 
prevent her from enjoying a good, solid cock lick every now and again. Once 
the man paid, she enjoyed herself as much as if she were in love with the 
man. In fact, she IMAGINED herself in love with the man, if only to fully 
enjoy sex. 

Jeff was a little uncertain in his movements, in the beginning lightly 
kissing the Japanese girl's belly, then letting his breath flow into her 
pubic hair and caressing her slender inner thighs. But as the beautiful 
Japanese woman rolled her hips and then hunched her sodden cunt at him, he 
became bolder, and bolder, pressing his lips to her wet, sopping mound. 
Then, with something of a loud gasp, he pushed his face all the way into the 
lubricated hairs, rubbing his cheeks into her labia, pressing his nose and 
his chin against her flesh, as well. Opening his mouth, he fastened his 
widespread lips to the trembling orifice of Mariko's aching, gaping cunt and 
tried drawing her inner labia between his teeth. 

Shuddering from the thrilling sensation Jeff was creating, Mariko was also 
thrilled by Dan pressing his hands around her breasts and pushing them 
together. He had already dripped some of his seminal oil into the erotic 
valley between her full; round breasts. Dan held them squeezing very close, 
and he began working the spongy head of his throbbing cock between them, 
fucking between her mammaries, sliding back and forth in the fold of warmly 
throbbing flesh he had created. She gripped his sinewy buttocks with her 
slender, delicate fingers as he pushed the well-oiled penis in and out of 
the valley formed by her pressed-together mammae. He watched the polished 
head slide closer to her chin with every forward stroke. 

Between her thighs, Jeff gutturally gasped, "Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!" He 
burrowed his teeth deep and caught her clitoris solidly, worrying it with 
his tongue again and again, then plunging his tongue into her frothing 
cavity below, gulping out the oils she was emitting and hungrily swallowing 
them down. There was a hurricane loosed within the walls of her trembling 
vagina, creating a wet storm of passions that swirled and beat against his 
mouth over and over again. 

Now Mariko opened her own small mouth, smiling as Dan Mannel brought the tip 
of his lunging penis closer, and when it tapped her chin, she reached down 
to capture it, using her pursed lips to try and grab the red, rubbery head. 
Dan began edging closer on his knees, his slender belly heaving in and out, 
back and forth, his testicles dangling in a captivating rhythm against the 
fullness of her lovely breasts. 

"UMMMMM ... THIS IS SO GOOD!" she mumbled as the head of his cock pushed 
between her lips. 

She sucked his cock deeper into her mouth, washing it, licking it, lapping 
it, giving it oral adoration with the heated pressure of her tongue and the 
gentle nibbling of her teeth. 

Her buttocks began tightening and her vagina seemed to inwardly contract 
instantly responding as a heated flash burst through it. She sucked 
strongly, VERY STRONGLY, in fact, pulling more and more of Dan's prick from 
between her breasts into her mouth. At the same time Jeff continued his 
strong sucking of her delicious pussy. His tongue flatly rubbed against her 
expanding clitoris again and again. Her vagina thrust itself solidly against 
his face, and she clamped down savagely with her thighs, holding his head 
pinned between them. 

Drawing Dan Mannel's cock even farther back into the velvet sleeve of her 
throat, the beautiful Japanese tour guide used her tongue to press it up 
against the roof of her mouth while continually licking the delicious 
underside. She used her back teeth to chew on his spongy cock head. Each 
time it pulled back, she probed into the little slit in the glans with the 
tiny tip of her tongue. When she felt she was about to lose his cock, she 
sucked hard, pulling it back inside. 

Her hands were now holding Dan's testicles, squeezing them, and her nose 
nuzzled into his crisply curling pubic hair. She tightly clutched at his 
buttocks, and one of her delicate forefingers was soon probing into the 
crevice, trying to find his ass-hole. The tip of her finger found it and 
pressed, making the man work his cock in and out of her mouth all the more 
quickly. 

She was aware of Jeff lifting his face from her crotch to get a breath of 
air, and then she knew he wasn't going to wait for her to climax. He was 
MORE than anxious to have his satisfaction now, and he was going to fuck 
her, hoping she would come when he did. She was aware of the mattress 
wobbling a little as the blonde-haired man ran his hands under the quaking 
cheeks of her rounded buttocks and literally lifted her pelvis higher so he 
was able to probe with his stiffly wet cock. He pushed, and the organ 
slammed right into her tight pussy, pushing all the way into the juiciness 
of her vagina until his testicles were slamming against her soft perineum. 

One man's cock filling her cunt and another man's cock in her mouth. Ah, but 
this was good, so very good, and Mariko went totally out of her mind with 
the combined pleasure of being able to fuck and suck at the same time. 
Heaving and arching her back, her breasts slapped up against Dan's 
testicles, shoving his cock even deeper into her gullet. Her cheeks hollowed 
as she pressed them inward to massage the shaft of the man's cock at the 
same time. Dan's ass began pin wheeling and churning as he continued pumping 
his throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her tight mouth. Her fingernails 
bit deeply into his ass-flesh, dragging his cock forward with each ramming 
thrust, feeling his testicles battling against her chin. 

At the same time, Jeff continued pumping into the tightness of her narrow 
pussy, his own balls keeping time with Dan's as they slapped against her 
perineal flesh again and again. 

Man alive!" Dan Mannel was gasping. "Oh hell! This is really something. Oh 
lady, you are the sweetest prickeater alive, you are. I'm about to shoot my 
load. I'm gonna let it all go down your throat, you lovely bitch. It'll 
flood your face, honey. Now, you're going to get every last little drop of 
my sperm ... RIGHT NOW! HERE IT COMES! HHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH 
YYYYAAAAHHHHHGGGGGRRRRH-HHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAA!" 

She sighed in thrilled ecstasy as delicious streams of sperm shot into the 
back of her throat. There wasn't much this time, since it was his third 
load, but what there was, was thick, hot, slippery and creamy. The man's 
heavy sperm splashing the palate of her mouth and saturated her tongue, 
drenching the insides of her suctioning, pulling cheeks and washing over her 
teeth. 

Mariko clung to the man's testicles, moving her finger around and around in 
his anal ring while she continued sucking and sucking. All the while, the 
head of his throbbing cock continued expanding and contracting, and even 
though there was no semen left to ejaculate, there was feeling as he 
continued pumping. 

"Ohhhhhh mannnn!" Jeff gasped and grunted, continuing to pound his throbbing 
penis into the tightness of her quivering vagina. "Shit! What a tight pussy! 
Man, am I ever fucking this bitch! It's really something to fuck a cunt 
right after I've eaten it. Man! She is tight, really tight! Now I'm pumping 
my cock into the seething tightness of her wetly delightful snatch! 
Ahhhhhhh! Mariko, honey, you are really something special. You have the best 
cunt of all time. I love the way you shake that lovely ass of yours, moving 
it up and down, up and down, hunching your cunt against my cock. Heyyyyy ... 
Dannnnnnn ... I'm ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... gonna shoot my load into her cunt, 
againnnnnn..." 

Dan turned his head around and looked behind him with his dwindling cock 
still a captive in the woman's sucking mouth. He smiled at his blonde friend 
and said, "Beautiful, man! Beautiful! Let it all go into her sweet, lovely 
pussy ... pump it into her tight cunt. . . shoot in her..." 

As he shouted out, his pelvis continued grinding into the lovely Japanese 
woman's face and his prick wiggled about in her mouth. Her fingers happily 
dug into his manly buttocks as she continued bucking and groaning, feeling a 
thrillingly debauched rapture as she still possessed the two masculine 
appendages. 

Her own orgasm was building in her body now, and she bucked and jerked 
uncontrollably. Her mouth was filled with the man's penis, as she garbled 
out, "YYYYYAAA-AAUUUUUWWWWWR R 
RRRGGGGGHH-HHHFFFFFUUUUUGGGGGNNN-NNNCCCCCHHHHHH!" 

At that moment, Jeff, biting down hard on his lower lip to keep himself from 
screaming, blasted what was left of his own semen inside the tightness of 
her squeezing pussy. He shot again and again, shooting one thick load after 
another into her as he bucked and bounced, slamming back and forth, back and 
forth. 

"OOOHHHHHHH YESSSS!" Jeff gasped. "I thought my spinal fluid was shooting 
into the wbman's cunt. I can't remember ever having enjoyed myself as much 
with a woman, before. Oh man! Mariko, you have to be the greatest, the TRULY 
greatest. Next year, I'm gonna come back without the wife. I'm gonna 
monopolize every last little bit of your free time." 

She has some cunt on her, all right," Dan agreed. "I've never fucked 
better." 

"Thank you both," Mariko said, smiling. "Now gentlemen, I suggest that we 
call an end to all these festivities. Tomorrow, it will be my turn to act as 
guide, and please to remember, neither of you is to behave differently 
toward me because of today. Now, shall we go? Your wives will be wondering 
where you are." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Mariko arrived at her apartment that evening, even though she was 
bushed, she decided to stop in and see Lynn. The long, beautiful Polynesian 
woman was still up. She had just taken a shower and was sitting around 
wearing her dressing gown and not much else, when she slept, she preferred 
sleeping in the raw. 

"You look BEAT," Mariko said, sitting in an overstuffed chair Lynn had found 
in a second-hand store some months earlier. Lynn was stretched out on the 
couch, knowing if she went to bed she would never be able to sleep. 

"I am BEAT," Lynn nodded. 

"Taking those tourists around knocked you out that much?" 

"Heck, no!" Lynn smiled. "It all happened after I had the group just about 
tucked in for the evening. Which reminds me, the reason I was able to take 
two additional people on the tour today was because two of the husbands 
didn't show. Their wives said something about their playing golf." 

"Actually they played Mariko," the Japanese girl said. "What's this about 
extra tourists?" 

"Friends of the boss. They decided to tour the island with us, and 
afterward, they invited me to their home for dinner." 

"You, like a dope, went." 

"I, like a dope, went." 

"Aha! What happened?" 

"Everything ... well, ALMOST everything. I don't have to get graphic, do I?" 

"Please, feel free," Mariko laughed. 

For the next ten minutes, Lynn went into a step-by-step description of all 
that had happened with her at the Silvers. 

"Sounds like fun," Mariko smiled. "I wish they had chosen me instead of 
you." 

"If you had been working today instead of me, they would have chosen YOU," 
Lynn assured her. "As for me, I must have the next two days off, and I'm 
going to spend them at Waikiki. For two days I won't be bothered with 
tourists or anyone else. Frankly, I've had my FILL of sex for a little 
while. My vagina needs a rest." 

"Who do you think you're kidding?" Mariko asked. "Now that you're no longer 
a virgin, the moment you see the first pair of attractive broad shoulders on 
the beach, you'll jump, and you know it. 

"Probably," Lynn nodded. "Still, I'm going to give resting a try. I deserve 
it" 

"Just remember, it never pays to do it for love, Lynn. Make the man pay, no 
matter who he is." 

"Mariko, you have a different outlook on life than I. Money is important, 
sure, but believe me, there are times when I'll be doing it just for the 
sheer hell of liking it." 

"Well, at least make him come to you." 

"If I like him enough, believe me, I'll run to him." 

"Still a little girl, eh, Lynn?" 

"At heart that's what I'll always be." 

'Then maybe you'd better get yourself some sleep. As for me, I'll just hope 
our boss selects me the next time he has someone in mind to entertain. By 
the way, did these people pay you anything?" 

"Sure! TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was a typical beach day at Waikiki. The blazing sun was high in the blue, 
cloudless sky by the time Lynn put her blanket down and lay down. She didn't 
burn, so there was no need for her to cover her body with greasy sun tan 
oil. 

The sky was a brilliant cobalt blue, with no clouds, and the light breeze 
did nothing to offset the humidity, which was about ninety-six percent. 
People rested all around Lynn, and yet the beach, for all the kids running 
on it, was always strangely quiet. 

Out at sea, hundreds of people were riding surfboards, trying to ride waves 
all the way in. Most never succeeded. Lynn watched them, sitting up for 
awhile. She noticed one man in particular, a Polynesian like herself, but 
with broad shoulders and a very narrow waist and flat hips. He wore very 
small trunks, and he rode the surf perfectly, every time. His trunks were as 
brilliant a blue as the sky, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. 

NOW IF A MAN LIKE THAT PROPOSITIONED ME, I JUST MIGHT SAY YES IMMEDIATELY, 
Lynn thought 

She lay down on her blanket after that, and fell asleep for a short time. A 
little later on, she awoke feeling very hungry. There were places all along 
the fringe of the beach where she would be able to buy something to eat, but 
somehow she didn't feel much like eating at any of them today. 

Sitting up, she noticed the man with the blue trunks was playing volley-ball 
with some other men and a couple of girls. He was much closer now, and she 
was able to make out his handsome figure. She was also able to distinguish 
his features, and she decided he was a good-looking man. She wondered just 
how she might meet him. 

As if Providence had overheard her, the volleyball came bounding in her 
direction, and the man with the blue trunks came hurrying after it. He 
grabbed the ball standing in front of her, and the moment he saw her, he was 
as awed by her as she was by him. 

"Hey, hi there," he greeted, wiping his straight black hair out of his eyes. 

He was tall, about six feet in height, maybe an inch less. He had skin as 
bronzed as her own, and he had a prominent nose which didn't detract from 
his good looks at all. His eyes were a piercing brown, and when he smiled he 
displayed a perfect set of even white teeth. 

"Hi," she smiled back. 

"I'm Orin. Orin Lahuana." 

"I'm Lynn Kaneha," she smiled back. 

"Lynn Kaneha. That's a name as beautiful as you are. Where shall we have 
dinner this evening?" 

"Wherever you wish," she replied, surprised that she was allowing herself to 
be picked up so easily. 

"Will you wait for me here while I return the ball?" 

"Of course," she nodded. 

He brought the volley-ball back to the group, told them he was through 
playing, then picked up a robe and hurried toward her. Lynn felt odd, 
letting this man pick her up, yet she would never have forgiven herself if 
she had allowed a chance to meet him slide by. 

Picking up her own robe, she slipped it on, then picked up her beach bag, 
and the two of them walked off the beach. He led her to one of the huge 
parking lots, where he got his car, a large Oldsmobile, and then drove the 
two of them away from there. He had his clothes in the car, and he drove her 
to her apartment where the two of them took turns in the shower and then 
dressed in separate rooms. 

They still had the balance of the afternoon before dinnertime, and they went 
walking. For more than four hours they walked and talked, discovering they 
had a lot of-likes and dislikes in common. 

Afterward, he took her for dinner, and then took her to a local movie. 
Funny, but Lynn hadn't been to a movie in quite awhile. Then he took her 
home, kissed her goodnight, and promised he would be by to pick her up early 
the following morning. 

Sure enough, at eight the next morning, he was pushing her doorbell, and he 
brought her back to the beach where he tried teaching her how to surf. For 
some reason Lynn didn't think she was ever going to get the hang of it, and 
she finally gave up on it. 

At lunch time, he took her to a small, casual restaurant that allowed people 
in bathing suits as long as they had something sufficient covering their 
upper torsos. She enjoyed being with him, really enjoyed it. Just being 
around him seemed to mean so much to Lynn. She had never felt this way with 
any man, before. 

By now, she knew he was a marine biologist who had taken an extra day off 
just to be with her. He found her as special as she found him. The more she 
knew him, the less she wanted to be without him. 

For dinner, he took her to the Alamoana restuarant, the best place in all of 
Oahu, and afterward he asked, "Where would you like to go tonight?" 

"Would it be all right with you if we just stayed at my apartment?" she 
asked. 

Lynn didn't know how serious she was going to get with the man, and it was 
obvious he didn't know, either. Both were just going to let nature take its 
course, and whatever happened, happened. 

They returned to her apartment. All she had was a soft drink. He told her 
that was fine, and it might be a nice idea for them to share it. 

She brought the soda in two glasses and put it down on the coffee table in 
front of them. Then she sat next to him and cuddled against him while they 
listened to the music coming from her stereo setup. It was soft, romantic 
music, and there was only one light on in the apartment, a table lamp at the 
other end of the room. 

"So tomorrow it's back to work for both of us," Orin said at about 
eight-thirty. 

"I'll be guiding a bunch of tourists around who'll be wanting to see 
everything in the shortest time possible, and you'll be looking at a lot of 
marine vegetation." 

"Lady, let tomorrow take care of itself. Right now, all I'm interested in is 
tonight. I'm not going to let the next few hours just go by, if it's all 
right with you." 

"I'm willing to play 'follow the leader,'" she laughed. 

He grabbed her shoulder and pulled, and Lynn found herself moving very 
easily toward him. She slid willingly into his arms, and her own arms 
wrapped themselves around him, feeling the strength in his warm, slender, 
eager body. 

He pressed his mouth to hers and found her lips warm and sensual, and 
eagerly responding to his own. As he'd expected, the girl was more than 
ready for him, and in fact, was even slightly aggressive. 

Lynn nibbled at the lips pressing on hers and began sucking at his exploring 
tongue, sucking hard, actually drinking in his saliva while she rubbed his 
back through the green print shirt he was wearing. His hand moved over her 
aching body, enjoying the feel of her heated female flesh through the rayon 
blouse she was now wearing. It felt softer than skin to him at the moment, a 
fabric surely designed for the sensuousness of the mood surrounding the two 
of them. When he let one hand move part of the way around to the side curve 
of her swollen breast, she made a little moaning noise and worked her lips 
against his as if gasping in desperation. 

He allowed his mouth to ease itself clear of hers, though he pressed his 
cheek firmly against hers, and he said, "Woman, you do something to me. I 
can't figure it out, but I have to have you or I'll die." 

"We can't have that happen, can we?" she asked, a little smile playing on 
her lips. "I wouldn't want to be responsible for something happening to you, 
darling." "Darling?" 

"Yes, darling. Right now I feel like an aggressive woman." 

"Ah, and how aggressive do you feel?" 

"Agressive enough to say, take me into the next room where there's a nice 
bed." 

"I LOVE aggressive women, ESPECIALLY when they're YOU," he smiled. Standing 
up, he picked her up in his strong arms and very easily carried her into the 
next room. He kissed her one more time then put her down as she snapped on a 
little lamp on the dresser. They wasted no time, but undressed immediately. 

Each admired the body of the other, noting neither of them had any extra 
meat. Where his hips were slim, Lynn's had that lovely voluptuous roundness 
to them, and she had good, strong calves, too. As far as he was concerned, 
they were just right for his hand. 

Naked, he displayed a penis that while not the longest or the thickest Lynn 
had ever seen, was certainly more than large enough to make her happy. At 
the moment it was semi-flaccid. 

As bare as the day he was born, he went to the naked Lynn and allowed his 
hands to wrap themselves around her waist just above the lush swell of her 
lovely hips. She pressed herself warmly against him. When they kissed this 
time, her full, naked breast pressed forward, the nipples digging into his 
almost hairless chest. Her lips pressed firmly to his, and then she eased 
herself from his arms and went to the bed, where she peeled back the spread. 

Standing directly behind the lovely Polynesian woman, Orin reached around to 
fill his large hands with the swells of her breasts. She stood up straight, 
arching her back in, pressing her breasts out His throbbing penis began 
stiffening and pulsing against her softly naked rear-end. She moved her 
muscular cheeks sensually, humming, feeling lost in the total happiness 
overwhelming her while his hand went to work re-shaping her breasts ever 
very gently, after which they traced out her soft-skinned contours. 

After several minutes of this delightfully lovely activity, Lynn leaned 
forward, forward, forward, until suddenly both of them over-balanced. With 
little gasps and shudders the two of them fell onto the bed. It had a 
marvelously firm mattress, which surprised Orin, since most women he had 
known slept on soft mattresses. She was laughing out loud, and he was 
chuckling right along with her as the two of them writhed about. Then he 
pulled her over toward him, moving his body against hers while he kissed her 
again and again. The kisses merged into a single, long kiss, and one of his 
hands returned to the delightful mound of her full breasts. 

When the lovely Polynesian girl twisted lithely, she pressed the pouting 
fullness of her vaginal mount against the man's aching shaft. He moved his 
hips to rub her with it, then used his oral digit to caress the interior of 
her mouth. Now he slid his hand down the length of her slender body, letting 
it run over her vibrant flank, slipping it beneath her. He began fondling 
one tensing, flexing ass-cheek. 

"OOHHHHHH ... MYYYYYY!" Lynn gasped, entranced as she had never been, 
before. "You have such nice hands. They make me feel so ... secure." 

He laughed at that, telling her, "I hope so." 

Even with little ripples of arousal coursing madly through her jolting, 
quivering body, the lovely woman managed to laugh and said, "There's no 
modesty in your family, is there." 

His hand pulled and then pushed, pressing against her writhing vaginal swell 
all the more solidly against the upstanding shaft of his throbbing cock. 
"There's a time and a place for everything, including modesty," he told her. 
"This isn't one of them." 

"That's fine by me," she murmured, nuzzling his lips. "Lord, but you make me 
feel SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD!" 

The two of them kissed strongly and rubbed some more against one another. 
Finally she asked, "Do you prefer any single part of a woman's anatomy?" 

"Now there's a ridiculous question if ever I heard one," he laughed. "What 
good is any one part of a woman's anatomy without the rest of her?" 

"Still," she purred, "there are quite a few men who describe themselves as 
breast lovers. Then there are others who love legs, or who are partial to 
the ass." Her hand was gently gliding down his thigh by now. "Would you care 
to know what part of the male anatomy I like most?" 

He began kissing her neck softly, expertly, and then moved to nibble her 
earlobe, noting it wasn't very large. Still, there was enough for his teeth 
to grip. "I'd be pretty dense if I didn't know what part of the male anatomy 
you favored," he said. "ALL WOMEN seem to favor that part of the man, once 
they become acquainted with it. Which is fine by me, since that was the way 
nature intended things to be." 

"You seem to know a lot about women," she teased. 

"Just enough," he assured her, "to know you're the most delightfully 
uninhibited lady I have ever known, and the one who has built arousal in me 
well past the point it has ever risen with any other woman." 

"That sounds like a line you hand just about every woman you sleep with," 
she mocked, her hand slipping in along his inner thigh, her long, slender 
fingers insinuating themselves beneath his heavy scrotum. They explored the 
tightened, hair-covered sac that contained the two oval shapes of his 
testicles. "Still, we women DO LOVE to be flattered. Men who have the sense 
to flatter us at the right time and in the right way, and who look at a 
women the way you do, deserve to have all they can get. I'll bet you've 
never had a problem with women." 

"To reply to that statement would be like admitting something 
self-incriminating," he muttered, listening to her laugh, the sound like ice 
cubes tinkling in a glass. 

He pushed down a little to bring his face into direct contact with the two 
outstanding monuments that were her breasts. He was salivating as he stared 
at them, unable to remember ever having been so hungry for a woman before in 
his entire life. 

Her warm hand started sliding upward, caressing, fondling, and teasing the 
broad base of his throbbing cock. He responded to her hand, feeling a twitch 
of pleasure inside him as he began playing a little tongue game, licking at 
the very end of her nipple as it seemingly stretched to greet his lingual 
organ. 

A moan escaped from her lips. Her warm, soft hand reached for and finally 
surrounded his sex organ in a swift, almost convulsive movement. His tongue 
lashed out over her breasts again and again until the crest hardened into a 
rigid brown tip. It was large, thick, and seemingly got darker as it 
swelled. Had it not been so thick-skinned, he was certain he would have seen 
the red of her blood coursing through it. At the moment, she was the single 
most important woman in his life, and he had to admit, he was fascinated by 
her. 

The thrilled woman squirmed and wriggled, crooning while she stroked and 
squeezed the thickness of his hard cock. All the while he nibbled insatiably 
on the swollen bud of her upstanding nipple. Her other hand came up to 
stroke his hair, and she found it clean and without oil. With her face 
working in open-mouthed desire, she pressed the fullness of her breast 
brashly into the man's wide-open mouth. The nipple was thrusting lustily 
upward. 

His cock was thrusting lustily upward, too. Lynn found herself pressing 
downward on the strongly resisting masculine shaft to keep it perpendicular 
to his body. The man was panting and breathing much more heavily now, 
bathing her quivering breast with the heat of his exhalations. 

Lynn delighted in the thrillingly arousing opening and closing of his 
nibbling teeth around her nipple as his tongue flatly washed the little 
extension up and down. He whipped the little bud again and again. 

Then his tongue started running back and forth across the nipple very 
rapidly, flatly pressing against it rather than lashing it. Lynn groaned and 
gasped, working her body restlessly against his. 

"UUUUUNNNNHHHH ... STOP ... STOP..." she gasped. "You keep this up and I'm 
going to climax. I can feel it!" 

Orin lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes wide with incredulity. 
"You're KIDDING!" he said. 

Shaking her head, panting heavily, a smile creasing her lips as her hand 
continued jerking on his penis the entire time, she told him, "I know it 
sounds crazy. It's never happened to me before, but the truth of the matter 
is, I can feel an orgasm building. Does that turn you off me?" 

"By now, you ought to know, nothing in the world is going to turn me off 
where you're concerned," he insisted, growling at her. As if to emphasize he 
meant what he said, he slid his hand up to pinch her right nipple while he 
resumed the rapid tonguing of the other nipple, as if trying to see whether 
his mouth or his fingers were able to build the bigger nipple. 

Lynn wasn't able to understand why she was so close to her peak, but in 
fact, she was. For some reason she was unable to fathom, the pressure of the 
man's hand and mouth on her breast detonated an explosion of ecstasy deep 
inside her quivering body, and she had to jam a pillow into her mouth to 
keep herself from shouting it out to the entire world. She gasped and 
trembled, vibrating uncontrollably. Spasms worked their way through every 
little bit of nerve tissue in her quivering body, shaking her as if she were 
a marionette whose strings had suddenly been cut, after which she was caught 
up in a strong wind. Sensually moaning, gasping into the pillow and sounding 
as if she was all set to burst into sobs, she found her body covered with a 
misty sheen of perspiration. 

Little by little she drifted down from the peak of her climax, moaning, 
"AAAAAIMNNNNHHHH-H ... OHHHHHHHHH ... THAT WAS NICE ... that was ever so 
nice ... yessssss ... that was s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o goooooood..." 

"Son of a gun!" he gasped, taking his mouth from her breast for a moment. 
"I've never had a woman do something like that. You're the most sensuous 
woman I know." 

"Oh come on, I can't be that sensuous." 

"To come off from so little?" 

"From so little? I can't wait to see what you think is a lot, you wonderful 
man." 

He pressed his hand firmly over the ebony tendriled bulge that was her 
vaginal purse, feeling the tremendous amount of heat radiating from within. 
He only pressed his hand there flatly, shaping his fingers to the curve 
without moving them. 

Lynn was planting heavy kisses on the man's chest, as there was so little 
hair there. She kissed him hungrily all over his front, enjoying the strong 
masculine aroma that came from him. Though he had a musky scent to him, he 
was clean, very clean. 

"You're one very special woman, all right," he said to her, almost groaning. 

Her mouth was on his navel now, flicking in and out, tasting the sweetness 
within, and the firm, heated pressure surrounding his upstanding cock were 
her twin breasts. 

"I guess that's because you are one very special man," she told him, 
hesitating, pushing herself up on her hands. 

Her smoldering dark eyes stared straight into his own brown orbs, then, 
without feeling shy, she allowed herself to admire the full length of his 
hard, masculine body. "Yes, I've never known a man like you, before. I think 
it only fair to warn you, I'm not a pure, pristine young lady, so if that's 
what you're hoping to find, then..." 

"Why don't you shut up about that," he said to her. "I've learned the value 
of things other than virginity," he insisted. "Besides, if you were a 
virgin, you wouldn't be the dynamite woman you are, and being very honest, I 
much prefer you this way." 

Her lips curved up at the corners as she smiled at him again, thanking Pele 
for leading her to a man like this. Right now she didn't think in terms of 
any kind of permanent relationship. She was overjoyed just to have met the 
man. Lynn was willing to accept each day as it came. Besides, even if the 
man claimed to prefer her this way, in the back of her mind she was still 
worried about the fact that her virginity had been surrendered to a thing 
like Bhin Sumatsu, when something as wonderful as Orin was so close. 

Not wanting to think about anything distasteful, and, on the contrary, 
wanting to fill her mouth with something very tasteful, she ducked her 
pretty head. Her mouth gasped wide, and the broad shaft slid across her 
tongue toward her gullet. 

Orin found himself staring at the dark top of her head, thrilling to the 
pressure of her forehead against his belly. Son of a gun! She had run her 
narrow little mouth all the way down the length of his throbbing cock-ALL 
THE WAY DOWN-and he knew he had considerably more than the standard six 
inches. His girth was well over two-and-a-half inches, and he wondered how 
such a tight, narrow mouth was able to gobble up so much of him so quickly. 

This beautiful woman he had picked up seemingly so easily on the beach was 
the most delightful female he had ever known. The funny thing was, he'd had 
to be coaxed to go to the beach that day because normally he didn't care for 
the beach. Oh, he liked water-skiing, and surf-riding, but he really hated 
the sand. Now he would think of the beach as the best place in the world 
because he knew, without anyone having to tell him, he was already 
infatuated with this lovely woman, and it wouldn't be much longer before it 
turned to love, assuming she let it. Christ! It was amazing the way her 
lovely lips stretched all the way around the bulky width of his throbbing 
cock. She had her face pressed right against his hairy groin, and the only 
way for her to perform this was to take his hen's-egg-sized cockhead all the 
way into the depths of her gullet. 

Lying on the beautiful woman's firm bed, propped up on his elbows with his 
legs spread as wide apart as possible, he watched her head slowly starting 
to lift itself. Christ! He felt the slithering movement of her tight lips 
and the flat of her tongue tugging its sensuous gut-stirring way along the 
voluptuously aroused shank of his swollen cock. She paused when only the tip 
of his penis was between her nibbling lips, compressing them tightly around 
the rubbery head, building the thrills higher and higher in him as she 
pulled, making the skin directly beneath the corona stretch and strain. 

Sucking hard, she tugged her slurping mouth from the tip of his solid cock 
with a loud "pop." 

She didn't even bother looking up, but gripped the base of his solid penis 
tightly with her hand, her fingers surrounding it all over directly beneath 
the flared crown where she pretended to chew with lip-covered teeth, and 
then ran the flat of her tongue all over the cock. 

Lynn didn't know what possessed her. She had never been this forward, 
before. In fact, now that she thought about it, this was only her fourth 
sexual encounter, and the first one in which she had all the feelings she 
had always read about. Yet she loved what she was doing, and she was intent 
on doing more. Opening her mouth wide, she plunged all the way down to the 
base of his phallic lance. 

"Oh Christ!" he groaned, quivering and trembling. 

Orin Lahuana was not the kind of man to compliment a woman if she didn't 
deserve it. It simply wasn't part of his makeup. He was from the school that 
said, "If you can't say something nice, say nothing." Often he said nothing. 
Occasionally, he did say something, and it always pleased the woman he was 
with, because she knew he meant what he was saying. With Lynn it was easy to 
utter sighs and make loud gasps, because she was making him feel thrills the 
like of which no one else had ever been able to do. He knew his emotional 
feeling for her was a good part of it, but it was more than that. She had a 
natural ability about her. Well, it was understandable. He suspected he had 
been able to see something of it in her from the moment he had seen her, 
otherwise he probably would never fallen for her as hard as he had. 

She was a thorough-going sensualist, a natural lover, and yet she was far 
and away above all that, as well. He trembled and gasped, once more staring 
at the black crown of her head. Up it rose again, her hair falling loosely 
about her face, framing it, and the wetly shining staff once again appeared, 
slowly emerging from beneath her rising head. It shone as if it had been 
spit-polished, and now that he thought about it, that was precisely what had 
happened to it. 

The slurpy pop once again accompanied the parting of his throbbing penile 
head from her lips. The man felt a jolt of lightning shoot through him at 
the same time. There was something so extra-special about this woman, he was 
unable to put it into words. 

Lynn looked at Orin, one hand continually fondling his weighty balls. From 
the way she was touching them, he was ready to swear they were all set to 
slide back up into his pelvis. Christ! They blazed with the need for more of 
what she was doing. "You are unbelievable!" he gasped. "You like it?" she 
asked, genuinely thrilled that he was enjoying what she was doing. 

"I'm CRAZY about it!" he admitted. "like some more?" 

"Bet your life on it, honey. I want more and more and more, but let's be on 
the safe side. For now, you'd better stop, because if you keep that up, I'm 
going to erupt like a volcano. Honey, if I'm going to fire, it would be 
better to put it inside you." 

Smiling, she ducked her head and kissed to top of his penis, licking it just 
once more. "I don't know why," she admitted, "but this is the first time 
I've ever done something like this of my own volition. I love it, Orin, just 
because it's you." 

"Come on, honey. You know it's dying to feel your interior." 

He was still lying back, and she lay down between his outstretched legs, 
away from him, and she lifted her arms as if to heaven, and she said, "Take 
me, I'm yours," in a stagey voice. 

Orin laughed out loud, remaining flat on his back, and he said, "Let's see 
if you really are as good a woman as I've imagined. You come on and take 
ME!" 

She looked at him. Her eyebrows went up a little in the middle as she said, 
curious, "Doesn't it bother your masculine ego to have a woman on top?" 

"That's the first disappointing thing you've said since I've known you," he 
told her, mocking her. "You're such a beautiful woman, and you seem to exude 
so much self-confidence. Is it possible that you're hiding an ego problem, 
yourself? Let me tell you right now, it doesn't matter who's one top. When 
it comes to making love, especially with someone like you, all that really 
matters is the sharing between two bodies. Anything else is totally 
insignificant." 

Her teeth flashed in a gloriously open and wide smile of thrilled pleasure. 
"Definitely, totally insignificant," she nodded, and sitting up, she 
balanced herself on her knees, then lifted her right knee, her breasts 
bouncing and jiggling, and set it outside his left thigh. She did the same 
thing with her left knee, and now she was astride the man. She moved 
forward. 

Orin watched. He loved looking at the way this particular woman rose above 
his stretched-out loins, taking his huge, wedging cock into her body. He 
thought just looking at it would be enough to set him off. It was wonderful 
not only to feel, but to see, as well. Her flesh was very firm, and her 
thighs didn't jounce at all, but her flat tummy moved a little. Most of all 
there was the jiggle and bounce of her two breasts as they flopped this way 
and that, the nipples pointing straight in his direction. They were huge, 
firm, meaty jugs, all right. He also noticed the changing expression on her 
face from happiness to sheer bliss as she tucked the head between her labia 
and slowly began lowering herself, measuring his cock with a ruler hidden in 
her cunt, feeling how long he was and how deep he was able to go. Then she 
lifted herself up, a little too high, and his cock was out of her again. 

Still kneeling astride Orin, Lynn took her time impaling herself, this time, 
thrilling to the oil-slick column standing directly above her shuddering 
loins. This time she was going to keep it inside her. 

Swaying gently, the damndest tour guide Orin had ever expected to see rubbed 
the night-colored down of her lower belly over the crown of his baseball 
bat. It was a completely thrilling and delightfully sensuous caress, and he 
rewarded her with a loud, throaty groan. His fluids oozed out and made his 
penis shine even more licentiously than before. 

Now she caught his throbbing erection near the base as she had when 
preparing to suck it, only she gripped it with her thumb and forefinger this 
time, and once again she pushed it into the open tea-rose-colored hole of 
her vagina, and then once more sank down the full length on the massively 
swollen penis. 

"OHHHHHHHHH. . . HHHHHUUUUUNNNN-NNHHHHH ... YESSSSSSS..." she hissed out 
loud, her head turning upward in bliss. 

She was smiling, her entire body shivering, feeling a strained spasm as his 
erection clogged her, distending her interior without causing pain. 
"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH ... YOU FEEL S-O-O-O-O-O GOOD ... YOU'RE ... 
AAAAANNNNNNHHHHH ... FILLING ME WITH THAT WONDERFUL FLESH OF YOURS." 

The squatting Polynesian woman moaned and sighed, sinking lower and lower 
this time, trying to push it even deeper into her guts. 

"ALL THE WAY, MY LOVE," he panted, and the words, "my love" spoken for the 
first time, thrilled Lynn, making her smile, happily. 

Then she began writhing and squirming. 

Thrillingly intense and intimate sensations began rippling through her 
satin-textured stomach as she accepted the long length of his slick penile 
shaft between the lips of her wetly receptive womanly cleft. She writhed on 
it, pumping herself up and down on the throbbing organ. She tensed her legs 
and jerked herself upward, only to lessen the tension so she was able to 
once more allow herself down. She smiled and sighed, enjoying each little 
movement. Her lovely, rounded tan buttocks flattened on her descent as her 
full breasts leaped upward with the force of her body thudding against his 
pelvis. She was continually pumping wildly, thumping herself up and down 
with frenzied lunges and insane vibrations. 

The black-haired penis rider sighed and gasped. 

She whimpered, and perspiration shone, running down her body and rolling off 
her. She lifted her ass, then rammed herself solidly against his thighs, 
slamming solidly down on him so that the heated delicacy of her narrow slit 
sucked on his cock. He gasped and panted, totally shocked as thrillingly 
sensual delights burst uncontrollably through his body. His testicles felt 
swollen and bloated like two balloons. All his penis wanted was more, more, 
and more. 

The air in the tiny bedroom was filled with the sounds of their grunting 
moans and loud sighs, added to the mingled aroma of their genitalia uniting 
again and again. There was also the squishing sounds of a cock slurping 
noisily in and out of her wetly split pussy. The air in the room grew more 
and more humid as sweat continued washing both their bodies. 

Lynn moved faster and faster, bucking her body uncontrollably up and down 
again and again, and she felt her strength starting to give out. She had 
already had two more minor orgasms, but she hadn't said anything to him 
about it, not wanting him to think she was incapable of making him climax. 
Her body tensed and quivered when she wagged her rounded hips from side to 
side, keeping time to the slap of his thrusting cock against the slippery 
walls of her well-clogged vaginal nave. Her own moisture resulting from her 
inner arousal filled that dewy cloister with the clutchingly strong spasms 
that tried squeezing him to where he would climax while locked all the way 
inside her clamping cunt. 

She was panting now. Her full breasts heaved uncontrollably with her panting 
exertions and the efforts from her breathing. With her eyes misty and her 
mouth drooping, she finally allowed herself to collapse weakly on top of 
him, no longer strong enough to bounce. 

His hands tightly gripped the cheeks of her behind, and he began lifting and 
lowering her, while moving his own body under her. It required a heavy 
straining effort since Lynn was not exactly a small woman, and he was 
starting to tire, as well. But he tightened the cheeks of his ass and 
continued somehow to punch his cock in and out of her quivering pussy. He 
shoved the full length of it in and out of her sucking slit as Lynn lay 
gasping on top of him with her perspiration-covered, heaving breasts flatly 
squashed against his chest, looking like mocha pudding that had been spread 
all over the man. 

"YOU ... HHHHHHHHUUUUUHHHHH ... DO IT . . " she gasped, sighing wearily, 
letting him know she was already worn out. 

Finding her flexible, malleable, and more than willing to obey him, Orin 
turned Lynn onto her side and then turned her onto her her back as he moved 
on top of her, keeping his cock locked inside her. For a few long, glorious 
seconds he lay stretched out on top of her sweat-slick torso, enjoying the 
thrilling feel of her as she lay beneath him. God! Considering the size of 
her breasts they were really nicely solid. Even though they were puddled 
out, they were still cushioning him, letting him know of their solidity. 
When he looked at her sweet, sex-flushed face, he became even more aroused 
than before. Little midnight tendrils were now pasted to her forehead and 
cheeks here and there, glued there with her own sweat. 

Lifting himself onto his forearms, he planted his hands flatly on the nicely 
firm, resilient mattress on either side of her lovely body. Then he tested 
the soft resiliency of her black-furred mound, while seeking to learn the 
full depth of her vagina, as well as trying to discover the bed's 
springiness. 

His uptight testicles were pressed very firmly against her perineum and her 
sex lips were sucking on the base of his cock, their pubic hairs mingling 
and intertwining tightly together. Orin rode the beautiful tour guide deep, 
slamming into her with maddening thrusts, filling her soft, tremorous 
tissues. Groans were forced from him by the soothing wetness and flaming 
friction. 

Her expandable vagina, burning hot and sultry inside, was now inwardly 
stretched into a more pliable oval tube to accommodate the full length of 
his thickly probing cock as it continued driving ever more violently into 
her. Her gaping vaginal mouth continually stretched along the receding 
shaft, then tucked in again when he stroked forward, massaging the organ 
firmly between its slippery walls. His prick continually stabbed into a 
torrid, lake-wet gulf making louder and louder squishing sounds. 

Her curly midnight womanly fleece was soaking wet with the mingled juices of 
her vagina and her perspiration, as well as some of the lubricity that came 
from the tip of his penis. Slowly he tugged the length of his cock back 
until only the bulbous tip, looking like a huge, purple onion, was contained 
in the soft pinkness of her tender pulpy labia. Then he stopped moving. 

The livid-faced Polynesian woman wriggled and squirmed, wanting the organ 
back inside her. The slender feminine body sinuously twisted from side to 
side and she moaned softly. 

But Orin remained perfectly still, and all the while his exploring hand 
reported to him how slick and oily his penile stalk had become in the depths 
of her love-slick sheath. She even lubricated delightfully. 

With little muffled mewling sounds Lynn twitched her hips and shuddered them 
about, rocking her womanly crotch on the fullness of her buttocks, pivoting 
her entire lower half in continuing little circles in an insane effort to 
once again fill herself with the full length of the man's vibrantly 
delightful stem. She was whimpering like a child. 

Orin wanted to tease her a little more, but he was unable to keep himself 
from inside her. By the same token, if he pushed in and held his cock inside 
her body for any length of time, the pressures of her cunt would make him 
climax too quickly. The slippery sliding and nipping of her tightly supple 
vagina was pushing him steadily along each time he was inside her. She, in 
spite of being tired out, was somehow or other managing to move her vagina 
around his throbbing cock without moving her thighs. 

Lynn was raised to a near frenzy of passion at this point, and she dug her 
heels into the mattress and lifted her fulcrum, nipping his spongy glans 
with her oil-slick vaginal muscles. Her cunt clamped like a lion's starved 
mouth on the head of his throbbing cock. 

"AAAAHHHHHUUUUUNNNNISIHHHHH!" he gasped, exclaiming out loud, his eyes wide 
with total astonishment. "Oh wow! That is the most beautiful feeling I have 
ever known. I can FEEL what you're doing to me." 

"Well then, start moving," she wailed, desperate to feel his penis stroking 
inside her body as she writhed on the bed while fiercely clinging to him. 
"Move, damn you, move! FUCK ME!" 

"I'm about a half dozen strokes away from blowing off!" he gasped. 

"I'm even closer," she purred, smiling at him with her eyes closed, moving 
against the luxurious firmness of the bed. "So fire when ready, Gridley, 
fire when ready!" 

Spurred by the coaxing of the lovely woman's words, as well as the greedy 
sucking of her tugging interior, the man began moving all over again. His 
hips jerked forward and back, plugging her deep in heated friction. Her hips 
whipped insanely from side to side, sliding the vastly swollen penis to and 
fro in the depths of her gobbling pubic cavern. Orin groaned and tensed. 
Swollen and pressed tightly between his legs his huge testicles wallowed 
over the wetness dribbling from her vaginal lips. Unable to withstand the 
strain any longer, they finally gave up the task of holding his sperm. 

The lustfully driving stiffness that was his throbbing penis started pumping 
steaming semen into the slippery depths of her inner womanly chamber as he 
bellowed long and loud, 
"HHAAAYYYAAAGGGHHHAAARRRGGGHHHUUURRRGGGHHHGGGHHHAAAUUUUWWWWHHHH!" 

He shuddered, jerking again and again moving wildly as the steaming streams 
left him. fountaining into the depths of her inflamed womanly crypt. 

"EEEYYYAAAAIIIIGGGGAAAANNNNGGG GHHHHAAAAHHHHIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHH H A 
AAAGGGGHHHH!" she shrieked, feeling the strongest of all climaxes totally 
overwhelm her. She felt swamped and inundated with sensation as never 
before. 

"All the way, all the way!" he was encouraging her, as if she needed 
encouragement at this point. 

"You're so WONDERFUL!" she gasped into his ear, crooning happily, her arms 
tightly pressing him to her with such fierce, overpowering strength, as if 
pleading with him to never leave, that her shoulders and head quivered from 
the taut strain. 

Emptied, he lay there gasping, terribly hot and yet enjoying being held this 
way by a fulfilled, crooning, happy woman whose body was filled to 
overflowing with his seed. Aware his weight might be too much for her at 
this point, he rolled to the side, but her clamped-together thighs kept his 
shrinking cock locked inside her. 

Lynn had found the man she had been seeking, at last. He was a lover, not a 
cocksman. He was one who adored her, and not one who used her. He was, in 
fact, everything she wanted in a man. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

It was Thursday, time to get back to work. She would be without Mariko 
today, because Mariko would be taking her second day off today. 

Orin had made her promise to call him when she was through for the tourists 
for the day, but Thursdays was the night of the luau, which meant she 
wouldn't be getting away before nine in the evening. 

Mariko had shown them almost all the other sights in the islands, including 
King Kamehameha's tomb, and some mock native villages that had been erected 
strictly for the tourists. 

Throughout the day she was constantly being followed by one tourist in 
particular, a May Strand, who seemed to be observing her more than casually. 

That night, she gathered everyone at the hotel's stone courtyard in the 
rear, and she brought them down to the beach where a luau had been set up. 
She noticed Mrs. Strand, an old woman of close to seventy-odd years 
continually observed her, smiling strangely at her whenever she looked at 
the old woman. 

When the luau was over, the old woman approached Lynn and said, "Miss 
Kaneha, that was ALL VERY INTERESTING, but can you tell me if you'll have 
some free time now that the others have gone?" 

"How may I be of service, Mrs. Strand?" Lynn asked, noticing the 
white-haired old woman was still smiling strangely at her. 

May Strand had wrinkled skin. It was obvious she had not enjoyed any fleshy 
contact with a male for quite some time, now. 

"I was speaking with your employer, Mr. Sumatsu, this morning, and I asked 
him for a particular kind of lady, and he told me you perform the kind of 
service I had in mind, if you're given a high-enough tip." 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Strand," she replied, "but if it has to do with anything 
PHYSICAL, may I suggest that tomorrow morning you speak to my associate, 
Mariko. I'm certain she will be more than happy to oblige you. I don't do 
those things." ANYMORE, she added, silently. 

"Tomorrow will be too late," May Strand insisted. "You see I'm going back to 
the mainland, tomorrow. So I'm afraid you'll have to come, tonight." 

"I already have an appointment ... " Lynn was cut off very suddenly. A hood 
was thrown over her head and she was lifted and carried very easily, and 
though she screamed, her screams were muffled. 

She felt herself being dumped into narrow, cramped quarters, her feet 
pressing down on top of her. Then, even though she was being forced to lie 
down, she felt herself moving. She was on the floor in the rear of a car. 

Some minutes later, she was being hauled out of the car and the hood was 
taken off her head. She was on the beach, near a seaside villa, and standing 
next to her was a powerful, squat little man who, it was obvious, would 
clobber her if she dared scream. He had probably been the one to throw the 
hood over her head. He propelled her toward the villa, and made her hurry 
inside. Once she was there, he waited for May Strand to come in. Together, 
Mrs. Strand and the squat man brought her to a room in the middle of the 
villa with no windows and only one door. When the door was open, they pushed 
her inside, and then followed. 

"What's this all about?" Lynn asked. 

As she spoke, the squat man began undressing her, and she had enough sense 
not to fight him. Soon she was totally naked, and as she stood before May 
Strand's critical eye, she shivered a little in apprehension. The old woman 
was holding a whip, of all things. She used the handle of it to touch Lynn, 
letting the handle circle Lynn's breasts. 

"Yes, my dear," she said, nodding at the squat man. "You are perfect. You 
see, I came here not only for a vacation for myself, but for my idiot son, 
as well. Michael has the brain of an infant. But he has the body of a man 
and the sexual needs of a man. In order to compensate you for your time, 
I've deposited a thousand dollars in an envelope and slipped it under your 
door where you live." 

A clanking sound made Lynn turn her head, and it was at that moment she saw 
the skinny little man with the huge head who was literally chained to the 
wall in the room. He was totally naked, and it was obvious his mother had 
done her best to make him presentable by giving him a sponge bath. He had 
lots of brown hair covering his head, and his eyes all but popped out as he 
looked at her. It was obvious this was not the first time his mother was 
offering him a woman. But if the rest of him was small and skinny, aside 
from his head, his cock certainly wasn't. It looked like something that 
ought to have been attached to an elephant. It was already stiff and 
jerking, standing out far away from his groin as he drooled at the sight of 
her. 

"Chain her so she can't get away," May Strand said to the squat little man 
who had brought her there. . 

Lynn panicked as the man grabbed her by the throat, hauled her to the wall 
near the drooling idiot, and clamped a chain around her throat, letting her 
move twelve feet from the wall. 

Lynn's mind was spinning and whirling, now. What was happening to her? All 
this was different from anything she had been made to do before. All the men 
her employer had sent after her had at least been rationally sane men, even 
if they were horny sons of bitches. But before she was able to reason things 
out, her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the old woman suddenly 
flicking the whip. It sailed through the air in the semi-dark room and 
caught her on the left buttock. 

"Yyyyyyyaaaaiiiii!" Lynn shrieked, jumping, her hand touching the sore spot, 
feeling where the skin had been broken. 

"Michael-likes to hear people yelp a little, especially pretty women," May 
Strand explained. 

"As soon as I get out of here I'm heading for the police," Lynn gasped. 
"I'll have you thrown into prison for whatever is left of your miserable 
life." 

"One thing you ought to learn is, never threaten someone when that someone 
you threaten is holding the whip hand, literally." She lashed out again with 
the whip, and the leather cut across Lynn's back, making the beautiful 
Polynesian woman scream. 

"YUUUUUAAAAAI I I I IYYYYYY-AAAAGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked in her agony, her 
mind all awhirl and in a jumble. This entire business was pure madness. Why 
were they doing this to her? 

The whip came slashing down at her again, making her yelp again, and then it 
hit her another time, making hr screech helplessly. She continued screaming, 
and listened to the big-headed idiot laugh and clap like an infant as the 
whip continued crisscrossing on her back. 

Finally the whipping stopped. Lynn raised her head and saw the drooling 
idiot gripping his penis, jerking it back and forth, making it swell to even 
larger proportions. 

"Does Michael want to fuck the pretty lady?" May Strand was asking. 

"DUHHHHHH ... HHHHHHUUUHHHHH!" came the idiot's reply. 

His eyes were glowing with lust, and if he didn't have an ounce of brains in 
his head, he still had his instincts. He obviously knew all about sex, and 
this was a routine with which he had become very familiar. 

"Listen to me," May Strand said to her son. "You must do precisely what 
mother tells you to do, do you understand?" she purred as the idiot stood 
up, letting his thick cock stand out and sway from side to side. He stood 
stock-still, waiting for the command he knew would eventually come whenever 
he obeyed his mother. His beady little eyes fastened firmly on the smooth, 
tan body of Lynn Kaneha, and he drooled again. 

May Strand walked over to where Lynn now was kneeling on the floor of the 
room, and she grabbed her by her ebony hair. 

"D-don't hurt me!" Lynn gasped. "I can't stand pain." 

"Now, dear girl, we're going to have a little fun. You will give my 
dull-witted son exactly what his body is craving, or I'll lay this whip 
across you until you go insane with agony," she said, smiling. 

"My God! No! For the love of heaven, don't let that ... thing come near me," 
Lynn groaned, her eyes transfixed on the skinny little man's enormous cock. 

"Get those legs open, my girl," May Strand commanded the helpless Polynesian 
woman. 

By now, Lynn knew better than to argue with a woman with a whip in her hand, 
and so she timidly spread her legs as she squatted on the floor. To do 
otherwise would be to invite a whipping. When she raised her head, looking 
up, she saw the way the half-witted Michael had his tongue hanging out, 
drooling, as he hungrily stared at the sparse patch of hair between her 
naturally bronzed legs. 

"Now my dear son," the old woman was saying. "Take a good look at that. 
Doesn't that look yummy?" she asked, prodding the idiot. "I brought you here 
to Hawaii because it's the only safe place for you ... at least until 
tomorrow. But by the time this woman tells her story to anyone, we'll be on 
our way to South America, where we can find even more girls for you. But for 
now, this is the girl for you. Wait, my handsome son, and I'll show you a 
part of her that's even more interesting." She raised the whip threateningly 
and said to Lynn, "Turn over on your belly and show him your backside. Let 
my boy see everything and enjoy you." 

As Lynn saw the evil-looking bullwhip hovering over her, fear took total 
possession of her brain for the moment, and she hurriedly obeyed, not 
understanding precisely what part of her she was suddenly supposed to show. 
Nevertheless, she hastily flopped onto her belly. 

"Spread your thighs, my dear," the old woman commanded. 

With terror traumatizing her, making her feel as if a cold hand was 
clutching her heart, Lynn slowly parted her trembling thighs again, and she 
heard chains clanking as the idiot ambled over and hunched down beside her, 
leaning menacingly over her nakedly helpless body. 

She gasped when she felt a hand invade her vagina, and she realized from the 
touch of it, she was being fondled by the old lady and not the idiot son. 

"Look, Michael. See how nice it all is in there?" she asked. "Hmmmmmmm? My, 
my, look how long and thick that wonderful penis of your is growing, my 
fine, handsome son. This lovely lady lying here on her belly would be more 
than happy to have you make love to her, but she's too shy to ask you to do 
so. So your mommy will ask you to do it for her. Go on, Michael. Fuck the 
lovely lady. She really wants you to do it." 

"HHHHHRRRRRMMMMMNNNNNGGGGHHH the idiot boy grumbled in assent, trying to 
reason just why this strange woman, whom he had never before seen in his 
life, was so anxious to make him feel happy. Still he didn't fight his 
mother as she guided him into position. 

The old woman's fingers were wandering lewdly over the helpless Polynesian 
female's body. The chained young woman began shivering with horror as she 
felt the old lady slowly begin separating the fearfully trembling gluteal 
cheeks of her rounded behind. A prodding finger began moving back and forth 
across her anal pucker. 

"Come on, baby, come on my son," the old woman was murmuring to the idiot. 
"Do it! Do it!" she encouraged, one of her hands continually kneading and 
twisting and rubbing the flesh of the helpless woman's buttocks, biting into 
the flesh without mercy. "We'll do it differently, this time," the old woman 
whispered, softly. "Instead of putting that big, hard cock into the swampy 
pink hole as you always do, we're going to let you poke that nice, thick 
penis of yours into the hot little hole, back here. She wants you to do it, 
Michael. She'll be hurt if you don't do it to her." 

NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, DON'T DO THIS TO ME, the helpless tour guide was 
screaming, her head pressing against the carpeted floor, using her fingers 
to claw at the metal collar around her neck in a completely futile attempt 
to break away from the tortures she was feeling. 

"Come on, come on," May Strand was urging. "Put that nice, big, thick cock 
of yours into this tight little round hole back here. You can do it, 
darling. Yes, yes, yes, you can do it. If you do, you'll make HER happy, and 
you'll make yourself very happy. Come on, my sweet love." 

The young woman lying prone on the floor was completely frozen with terror. 
She realized the old woman was poking, not into her open, empty vagina, but 
rather her fingers were prodding into the tight rictus of her anus, teasing 
and pinching the skin around it, luring her son closer. 

"You can't MEAN this!" she gasped to the old woman. "Not in there! For the 
love of heaven, don't let him put that log of his in there!" she gasped, but 
the idiot wasn't listening to anything she said. His mother's voice was the 
only one coming through to him, and he would obey her no matter what she 
told him to do. 

Lynn was aware of May Strand's hands suddenly moving away very quickly, 
replaced almost immediately by the slavering, disgusting mouth and lips of 
the half-witted young man as he thrust his face into the narrow crevice 
separating her frantically cringing, squeezing ass-cheeks. Fear, like an icy 
stalagmite, seemed to spear its way up her spine. 

The human monster hovering against her rear-end with his face pressed 
between her buttocks had lost total control of himself. He was lapping and 
slurping and even biting wildly, his huge hands firmly pinning her to the 
floor as his fingers inched their way into the heated wetness of her 
flamingly quivering vagina. 

The pain was becoming more and more intense, and the lovely Polynesian woman 
knew, this time, without question, she was definitely experiencing the 
ultimate in degradation. Michael was moving closer steadily, forcing her 
helpless thighs farther apart as he continued prodding her, opening her 
ass-cheeks with unconscious roughness, thinking only of getting to that 
little puckered opening. His finger was still poking, digging, lancing at 
the narrow little brown hole, causing the nakedly kneeling woman to jerk her 
helpless body forward spasmodically each time she felt some new, additional 
pain. 

"Stop FIGHTING him," the older woman ordered. Her voice was steady and 
menacing. "I brought you here for my son to enjoy, and you will allow him to 
enjoy you. If you struggle, I'll use the whip on you again, and you know how 
painful that can be." 

By this time it made no difference whatsoever whether Lynn was willing to 
cooperate. The idiot Michael had apparently decided to take matters into his 
own hands as he let more of his slaver fall on her buttocks. One thick 
finger of his had already poked deeply into the elastic opening of her anus, 
stretching the ring of rubbery muscle. He was working the finger around and 
around and around very methodically, pressing it deeper and deeper inside 
the rubbery, buttery depths of her anal flesh. She was moaning and groaning 
in a pathetic way, letting her face press against the carpeted floor. She 
desperately attempted to relax her stunned, helpless body in order to 
minimize the pain when his finger came driving even deeper into her. 

Lynn was unable to believe this was happening to her. Never in her life had 
she heard of such a thing, and she was unable to make herself believe this 
terrible, sordid sodomy was actually taking place. She, who had taken her 
job in order to better help her family, and who had finally found a man she 
was actually able to love, was being manhandled by a brutish idiot, and she 
was still unable to believe it. Yet, if she had any doubts concerning the 
reality of the situation, they were very shortly washed away. The idiotic 
young Michael added yet a second finger to the first one, each as thick as a 
small banana, and he began violently thrusting the two fingers in and out of 
the narrow, tightly clasping tunnel of her back passage. He moved his 
fingers with ever-increasing vigor, and the helpless Lynn found herself 
forced to jerk her buttocks back and forth in a helplessly futile attempt to 
escape the anal ravishment. 

"She's ready for your penis, darling," the half-crazed mother gasped to her 
brainless son. "Give it to her, darling. You don't want to disappoint her." 

The empty-headed, large-skulled youth grunted in complete agreement and 
finally jerked his fingers very abruptly from the tortured anal crevice. He 
tightly gripped his own hugely pulsating masculine organ. It was now 
full-grown and as stiff as a ramrod. Gleefully he slowly began moving 
forward. 

He still didn't know who this new woman was, but his mother had told him the 
only way to make her happy was to poke his cock into that tiny hole of hers 
in the rear. Well that was just what he was going to do. He was going to 
make this woman happy, and he was going to make his mother proud of him at 
the same time. His mother had told him, quite truthfully for a change, that 
his was probably the largest penis in existence, and that women loved large 
penises. The larger they were, the more the women liked them. This being the 
case, he was certain this woman who lay with her back to him was going to be 
the happiest woman around. 

Somehow he sensed her position was not quite right. No, she had to have that 
lower half of her body a little higher. So the young man used his hands to 
force her into a kneeling position. Now that was better. Pressing the tip of 
his penile head against the puckered little opening, he rubbed the head up 
and down, letting some of his penile oils lubricate the little opening. 

Considering his total lack of thinking ability and his relative inexperience 
when it came to sodomy, it was amazing he was able to penetrate her 
sphincter as swiftly as he finally did. Her tight ring of muscle offered a 
considerable amount of resistance for a brief span of time, but it was 
obvious the contest between the moronic male and the helpless female was 
completely unequal. In spite of his skinniness, he had great strength, and 
with that great strength he had more than a little clumsiness. He gripped 
her ass-cheeks instinctively and pulled her back toward him as he pushed 
hard, then harder, until at last he felt the tight little elastic opening 
leading to her rear tunnel finally cave in. A broad, happy smile crossed his 
face as the dim-witted monster of a human grotesquerie realized he was about 
to have a different kind of sexual experience in his tragic life. He shoved 
forward all the harder for joy, ignoring her loud, agonized screams of mercy 
as he did so. 

Lynn Kaneha knew nothing now other than the searing pain in her rectal 
tunnel. She knew full well that if all this didn't end shortly, she would 
pass out from the agony of it all. OH HELP ME! PELE! HEAR ME AND PLEASE 
HELP! she silently pleaded, but the goddess apparently didn't hear her, or 
if she did, she must have been too busy, elsewhere. 

The poor Hawaiian woman was almost out of her mind with pain and fright. She 
didn't even feel human any longer as she continued twisting and turning, 
screaming her lungs out for someone to come and save her. She shrieked again 
and again, the pain unbearable as the thick cock forced its way deeper and 
deeper into her rectal interior. 

"EE EEE YYYYYAAAAAIIIIIIYYYYAA-AAAGGGGGHHHHH!" she bellowed, wiggling 
helplessly on the end of the thick cock, and her screams sounded like shouts 
of joy to the sick mind of the man who was fucking her in the ass. 

He grinned all the more broadly and shoved harder. 

Her quivering rectal interior felt aflame with burning torment, and she 
wiggled and squealed like a woman possessed by some demon, totally incapable 
of rational thought and driven only by an overwhelming need to free her 
poor, fragmented rectum from the Sequoia trunk which had suddenly been 
rammed inside her. The helpless woman slammed herself back at the man with 
all her strength, but her frail muscles were no match for the crazed idiot 
who had hurled himself on top of her. 

"Oh my God! My God! Pele! Pele! Help me!" she pleaded, feeling as if this 
dreadful judgment had reduced her to something less than human at the 
moment. 

Michael continued skewering himself forward again and again, drops of saliva 
dripping from his open mouth onto the tan of Lynn's naked back as he 
instinctively established a rhythm and began fucking steadily in and out of 
the tightness of her ass-hole with steady, regular strokes. 

Lynn felt as if the battle was suddenly over, and her strength totally 
disappeared. She fell forward, collapsing on her belly, her ripely dangling 
breasts cushioning her against the hardness of the carpeted floor. 

"Well, Miss Kaneha, aren't you enjoying what my son is doing to you?" May 
Strand smiled sadistically, as if getting some kind of enjoyment from the 
helpless woman's torment. 

The poor Hawaiian woman's only response was a gasping groan as her 
pain-wracked body was continually jerked back and forth involuntarily by the 
violence of the crazed idiot's powerful sodomizing thrusts. The pain, 
although not going away just yet, had slowly become more manageable now, and 
the helpless woman found her mind clearing, somewhat. She had to survive 
this, if only to find some way to revenge herself on Simon Sumatsu for all 
this. She had to find a way to show them how much she hated them, and yet 
she had to keep them from hurting her some more. In a sudden burst of rage 
she slammed her buttocks solidly back against the idiot who was savagely 
hurting her. She hurled herself back again and again, squeezing down with 
her rectal muscles, doing her best to tear his huge, beating penis right out 
of his body if it was at all possible. 

She would find a way to get even with Simon Sumatsu and the whole Sumatsu 
family. Had it not been for them the only moments of sexual knowledge she 
would have had would have been those with Orin. There had to be some way to 
get back at these people. 

The chained body of the helpless woman was undulating and vibrating very 
fiercely now. Her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks were rotating in vicious 
little circles and the man's massively throbbing length of solid cock was 
tingling with a strange delight he had only enjoyed previously when poking 
it into a vagina. 

With his heavy, muscular hands, the idiot spread the cheeks of her firmly 
working behind even farther apart. His eyes almost bulged, ready to pop from 
his head as he watched the glistening thickness of his long, steel-solid 
prick continually gliding smoothly in and smoothly out of the tightly 
narrow, tortured receptacle of the lovely woman's squeezing rectum. 

Mistaking the frantic woman's writhing and squirming as well as her moaning 
for intense passion rather than overpowering pain, he began increasing the 
tempo of his wild stroking. He plowed into her with the maniacal fury only a 
brainless monster was capable of mustering. He felt the beginnings of a 
wildly exciting sensation building deep in the pit of his own belly. 

It was at this point that Lynn realized she was feeling less and less pain. 
As her asscheks shuddered back and forth more and more rapidly, she felt the 
thrills building higher and higher in her, and the realization struck her 
that it was possible to attain an orgasm rectally just as she was able to do 
so vaginally. 

"AAAAANNNNNNHHHHHHH ... HHHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNHHHHHH ... OOOOOOH HH H H H H..." 
the beautiful woman continued groaning as she became aware of the idiot 
continually jerking and slamming the full length of his cock back and forth 
inside her narrow rectal tunnel. She realized from his movements and the 
swelling of his penis that he was on the verge of having an orgasm. He was 
going to fill her large intestine with his heatedly churning semen, but by 
now the feelings in her were so intense, it was precisely what she wanted to 
experience. Even if she hadn't wanted it, there was nothing in the world to 
prevent it. 

She didn't think in terms of being submissive at this point. She WANTED the 
penis to continue and finish what it was doing inside her. Chained as she 
was, she felt like a slave during the early settling of Hawaii, bowing down 
humbly and letting this crazed man have his way with her. 

"Yes, my son, yes," May Strand was saying, encouraging him, causing the 
idiot Michael to want to spew his hot, vile sperm into the helpless Lynn's 
tremblingly naked body. Lynn wanted it too, but not before the climax 
building in her own body had finally arrived. She no longer thought about 
the bestial indignities being heaped on her, and instead, thought of herself 
as another Mariko, who was willing to let any and all orifices in her body 
be used if the price was high enough. In this case it was, and since there 
was no way for Lynn to stop what was happening, the only sensible thing left 
was to enjoy it. Yes, she would enjoy it. As for Simon Sumatsu, she would 
find some way to keep the man from ever causing her misery again. He was the 
one who had to pay for all this more than anyone else. 

Michael laughed in a silly, high-pitched voice and dug his long, black, 
sharp fingernails into the sensitive flesh of Lynn's ass. He was doing his 
best to try and force his mammoth thickness even deeper into the sucking 
depths of the helpless Polynesian woman's anus, enjoying the sight of her 
arms flailing out even as she remained balanced on her knees. His massively 
murderous penis continued slamming deeper and deeper, and then it swelled 
one more time before exploding like a weakened dam. 

"AAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH-HAAAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUUNNNNN-NGGGGGGHHHH H H AA A 
AAGGGHHH!" he bellowed, firing blast after heavy blast into the tightness of 
her rectum, making Lynn think it was going to go on forever. It was as if he 
were firing a lifetime of accumulated lust into the tight, unnatural cavern 
of her clinging anus. The heatedly sticky sperm flowed heavily and thickly, 
forcing its way out of the tightly clogged nether opening to dribble 
heatedly between her thighs, making the stickiness spread as it mixed with 
her own oils. 

Now it was her own turn to climax. The heated sperm shooting through her 
rectal cavern. added to the continued thrusts of the cock in her anus 
finally sent Lynn over the top. She shuddered and shrieked, and began 
shouting, "AAAAAIIIIEEEEYYYYYIIIIIGGGG-HHHHHGGGHGGGHHH!" 

Her ass shuddered back and forth, back and forth, and the sensation was so 
strong, she passed out, sinking deeper and deeper into a dark, black hole, 
falling, falling, falling, unable to check herself and stop her fall. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

When Lynn awoke, she was in her own apartment. She was lying naked, in her 
bed, with the lights on in her room. Orin was seated in the chair near the 
bed, and dawn was streaking the horizon. 

"Wh-what happened?" she asked. 

"I wanted to ask you the same question," he said to her. "You were supposed 
to call me when you got off work, last night. When you didn't call, I came 
over here, but I found the door locked and the apartment dark. I went away, 
worried, and went to toss off a couple of drinks. The next time I came back, 
I was met by your friend, Mariko, who explained that you might be detained 
somewhere against your will. She told me your employer tries making use of 
your body even though you want nothing to do with it." 

"Does he ever," Lynn gasped. 

"Well, I waited in Mariko's apartment because she had nothing doing. She 
wanted to come on to me, but when she saw how hot I was for you, she backed 
off. Anyway, at about three in the morning, after a long bull session, we 
checked your apartment again and found the door open. I came inside and 
found you sprawled naked on the bed, your body washed from head to foot, and 
your rectal pucker a bright red as if someone had been pushing a file in and 
out of it. Now suppose you tell me what happened." 

"Me, too," Mariko said, coming into the room. Apparently the Japanese girl 
had been unable to sleep, and when she had heard the voices in Lynn's 
apartment, she had gotten up and had put on a robe and had come over. 

She and Orin listened attentively as Lynn told them what had happened to 
her. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Simon Sumatsu was one of the most influential businessmen in Hawaii. He 
never let business interfere with pleasure, nor did he allow pleasure to 
interfere with business. He was a pudgy man with a round face, married to a 
strong-willed woman who owned more than half his holdings. The woman was one 
who would not hesitate to divorce him in a moment should she catch him being 
unfaithful to her. It therefore followed that the black-haired, 
five-foot-six-inch Japanese businessman was very careful to avoid having 
anything to do with the various women who worked for him in the different 
industries he owned. 

One particular evening, he drove to Makai Point, basically because he had 
received some correspondence from someone he knew to be wealthy, and that 
someone wanted to speak to him about building a new dog-racing track in Oahu 
that would net a fortune. Simon had carefully sent letters to the man, Kono 
Lahuana, guardedly telling him he was more than interested in discussing the 
proposition face-to-face. But it wouldn't pay for the two of them to be seen 
openly, and so they had agreed to go to Makai Point, where there would be no 
one around. 

He drove his Cadillac Seville to the Point, a high cliff where there were 
lots of trees to cover everything, and he got out and waited, walking around 
in his twenty dollar short-sleeved sport shirt and fifty dollar slacks. 

He didn't have long to wait. Before he knew what was happening a man 
overpowered him and covered his face with a chloroform-doused rag. He 
immediately sank into unconsciousness, and when he awoke, he was in a little 
shack, stripped completely naked. With him, was one of the Japanese girls 
who worked for his tour guide service. She was also naked, and though he 
tried fighting her off, he discovered he had been injected with some 
depressant which made him very weak and unable to struggle with her. As a 
result, she used her mouth to build his erection up, after which she sat on 
it until she came. Because of the depressant, he didn't climax, and so she 
proceeded to sit on it with her buttocks, letting it work its way into her 
rectum This time he climaxed, and she pulled off at the moment of orgasm so 
that his sperm spewed all over her ass-cheeks. 

He realized pictures had been taken of everything, and he would be ruined if 
the pictures ever got out. Someone dressed him and then carried his body to 
his car, where he lay slumped, in a daze, while the man drove him halfway to 
his home. By this time, the depressant began wearing off. The man stopped 
the car, got out, and got into another car he'd had waiting for him, and 
drove off, telling Simon Sumatsu he would be contacted. 

Simon waited a bit longer for the depressant to wear off some more, then got 
behind the wheel of his car, and drove home. That night, he slept well in 
spite of all his worries, first, because of the dregs of the depressant in 
his system, and second, because of the overpowering orgasm he'd had with the 
Japanese girl. Being Japanese, himself, Simon was partial to Japanese girls. 
So the orgasm has been far more powerful than anything he had enjoyed in 
years with his own wife, who was also Japanese. 

When he awoke the following morning, Simon wondered just what was going on. 
When he went to his office in the Surratsu building where OAHU TOURS was 
located, he immediately had the Japanese girl, Mariko, called into his 
presence. 

"You realize," he told her, "for what you did, I will not only fire you, but 
will take steps to see to it you work for no one in Hawaii again. This is an 
outrage." 

"What you did to Lynn Kaneha was an outrage," Mariko said, calmly. "She is 
not Like myself. She was virgin until your brother dishonored her with his 
miserable self." 

"How dare you say something like that about a Sumatsu," he roared. 

"Be silent!" she snapped back. "Your days of dictating, at least to me, are 
over with. From now on you will do precisely as I say, or those photos will 
find their way into your wife's hands. You know I will keep my word." 

"How much do you want?" he asked. 

"For myself, very little," she told him. "First, from now on, if you have 
anyone you want entertained, you will direct them to me, and not to any 
other woman, unless I tell you otherwise." 

"I can think of certain very powerful men who I would love to see entertain 
you," he snapped. 

"I'm sure," she nodded. "But THEY will not entertain me. You see, there are 
many different prints of those pictures taken last night, scattered to the 
hands of many different people all over Hawaii by now. If anything ever 
happens to me or to Lynn Kaneha, those pictures will reach every newspaper 
and TV station on the islands. Am I making myself clear?" she asked. "Now, 
you will agree to let me entertain high-paying guests from now on, except 
for a Sumatsu. I will never again dishonor my body by allowing it to be 
touched by you or members of your family. Second, Lynn Kaneha is leaving. 
You will give her a half year's pay as a going away present. On top of that, 
you will also settle on her parents the sum of one-hundred dollars a week, 
permanently. This sum is to increase by fifteen dollars every year, from now 
on." "This is blacktrail!" 

"Yes," Mariko nodded. "Finally, Lynn has decided to marry. You, as a gesture 
of good will, will pay for her wedding." 

"When do I get the pictures back?" Simon wanted to know. 

"You don't," Mariko told him. "Do you think I am a fool? I will keep the 
pictures with me for as long as you live. Once you are dead, they will be 
destroyed. If, however, any harm comes to me, to Lynn Kaneha, or to her 
fianc'-soon-to-be-her-husband while you live, those pictures will go to your 
wife and the news media. Have I made myself understood?" 

"Yes," Simon-Sumatsu nodded, bowing his head. 

When Mariko left the man's office, she went to Lynn and let her know all 
that had happened, and the two women laughed. At last, Lynn was free to 
pursue her own life with Orin, who had proposed to her the day following her 
tragic rape by Michael Strand. He wanted to make sure she never left his 
protection again. 


THE END
