As I latched my glossy lips around Ben’s salty cock, tickling the rim of his anus with my manicured nails, I thought of my old life, thousands of miles away across the Pacific Ocean. I’d called my boyfriend, Jack, the night before from the private room he and I were supposed to share here on Molokai, and broken it off with him. I told him he cared for money more than for me, and that I wasn’t his trophy cheerleader anymore. He was supposed to be here with us”"his sister Nora, her boyfriend John, and me”"island hopping in Hawaii. We’d planned it for months. We’d had the tickets, the accommodations. Then, at the last minute, he’d cancelled on me. “An important client’s coming,” he’d explained. And I had finally admitted to myself that he would rather run his dull business than be with me.
But I knew Ben had wanted my plump ass, my C-cup tits, and my curvy 110-pound frame since the day we’d first seen each other at the pool. He was so quiet and manly. I’d wanted to fuck him too, from the very first second I saw him, and I pleasured myself three times a day with images of Ben at the beach in my head”"his broad shoulders, his sinuous six-pack and his big biceps. Early each morning he ran barefoot and shirtless across the prickly native grasses of the golf course down to Three Mile Beach”"the longest uninterrupted span of beach in the Hawaiian Islands”"running all the way to the end and back. Then he’d return to his condo, straight across from my bedroom window, his muscles defined and glistening as he sat out on the patio picking the barbs from his feet. My muff would beat like a bass drum when I’d glimpse his bulging package, and it took everything I had in me to hold in my desperate squeals as I jilled off into ecstasy.
But now that I’d broken up with Jack once and for all, I could finally have Ben inside me! So when I’d seen him leave for his run early that morning, I’d gone to take a shower and prepared myself to seduce him. I made up my face only a little, put on a pair of hoop earrings and left my wavy black hair loose to blow as it would in the wind. I pulled on a pair of skimpy surf shorts and found my tiniest, tightest tank-top. No bra, no panties. Then, with John and Nora still sleeping, I took the long walk down to Three Mile Beach.
Though it wasn’t terribly hot at that early hour of the morning, the low tropical sun was glaring off the emerald Pacific, and I soon started to sweat. So I walked down to the water and sat on the wet sand to wait for Ben. The waves washed far up the beach, licking at my crotch like a wet tongue. Sometimes they’d rush upon me, tossing my delicate body to and fro, and almost suck me out to sea as they retreated. I imagined that was how Ben would be with me”"forceful but tender. I started touching myself again. With my thighs spread wide, my back arched, and my tits and rib cage gloriously presented to the deep blue sky, I rubbed my throbbing clit through my tight shorts, imagining his meaty manhood thrusting inside me, his strong hands firmly tossing my supple body from side to side.
A sweet tropical breeze blew across my face, mingling with the scent of my pussy juices, and I imagined his rough fingers sailing softly across my thin strip of pubic hair. I yearned desperately to take all his length deep inside me. I groped my plump ass, pretending to be Ben, and slipped a manicured finger between my butt cheeks. Then I took hold of my tits, kneading them strongly and pinching my nipples underneath my tank top.
After a while Ben’s faraway figure appeared down the beach. I leaped up to get my flip-flops and walked quickly up to the skinny trail leading back to the golf course. On this higher ground, I could hide behind the outcrops of volcanic rock and coconut trees. As I diligently fingered my smooth, slippery slit beneath my shorts, the silhouette of neighboring Oahu’s ancient Diamond Head volcano, far across the deceptively calm Kaiwi Channel, revealed itself in fleeting glimpses through the fluttering palms.
My thin surf shorts were soaked, and my white tank top was wet and clinging, so that the shapes of my taut nipples and every ridge of my rib cage were highly visible. When Ben finally appeared on the beach below, my pink hole was throbbing and ready to erupt. I watched him walk into the water to cool off. Then, dripping, he headed toward the trail. As he passed the group of trees where I was waiting, I called to him: “Hey, hot stuff!”
He stood silently as I approached him. His gaze flitted over my green eyes, my slim belly, and my ripe tits, until I was close enough to press myself against him. I rubbed my firm, milky melons around on his solid torso and whispered, “Where would you like to start? With my tits?” Then I turned around and pulled my shorts down just enough to reveal the top half of my tan, toned butt. “Or with my ass?”
Suddenly he had a huge tree trunk pounding away inside his shorts. I licked my lips and dropped to my knees. “Better yet,” I breathed as I slowly slipped his shorts down his over his monster erection, “why don’t I start where I want?”
And with that I slid my soft lips gradually down the entire length of his iron rod. I felt it fattening rapidly inside my mouth as he tangled his fingers in my wet, silken hair. I reached around, grasping his rock-hard ass with both hands.
“Oh . . . Damn!” he exclaimed as my nimble tongue worked over his shaft inside my moist, salivating mouth. I bobbed my head up and down his length, from base to head, slowly at first, and then vigorously.
“I want this inside me!” I demanded, yanking feverishly on his branch. “I need you to fuck me right now!”
He lifted me with ease and walked to the green of the nearby 13th hole, where the grass was soft and less prickly than the native Hawaiian grasses surrounding the course. He laid me down on my back and straddled me. My tits jiggled as he liberated them from my tight tank top, pulling it up past my beckoning lips, but leaving it draped over my eyes, so I couldn’t see. Then, powerfully but gently, he flipped me onto my front, yanking down my shorts like a Hawaiian whitetip reef shark tearing into an octopus. As I swayed my tanned, bubbly ass for him, I felt his fingers dig into it. Then he flipped me over onto my back again, and was in me instantly. I squealed so loudly that they might have heard it in their condos all the way on the other side of the hill. I was so creamy already that he was able to give me the entirety of his thick ramrod right from the start.
I was so aroused I screamed, “Pull my hair! Pull it hard!”
Without lifting my shirt from my eyes, he gathered a handful of my loose tresses, and I moaned with pleasure as he tugged at them, while with his other hand he held my wrists together behind my head. My glistening cunt was seething, sending surges of heat through my entire body. I arched sharply up on my shoulder blades as he hammered me harder, faster, deeper, and I screamed again.
“Yes, fuck me, Ben!” I howled. “I need you to fuck me harder!”
I still couldn’t see, but even with my shirt blocking my eyes the bright Polynesian sun was almost blinding. I felt my boobs bouncing about from the pounding he was giving me. The more uncontrollably they quaked, the harder he thrust. I don’t know how he held out for so long. I felt that my delicate body might break apart, but I never wanted it to end.
Suddenly he pulled out and turned me over onto my hands and knees, intending to finish me off doggie-style. As he re-entered me I ground my ass against him as hard as I could. My tossing head whipped my hair all around, until he grabbed it again and yanked my head backwards. I loved it, and I could hear myself moaning and squealing like mad. Finally I collapsed on the lawn as he pushed against me. Ben straddled my ass, and reached back for my feet. Bending my legs at the knees, he held my feet up against his sides as he rode me home, right there on the 13th hole. In a few more seconds I exploded, and as I screamed I felt him launch his molten-hot sperm inside me like a missile. He let off three or four more bursts as a warm serenity enveloped me.
We were weak, worn out and sweating, so we cooled off in the ocean.
As we walked together across the hilly golf course back toward our condos, I explained to him how I’d just broken up with Jack, who was my friend Nora’s brother. Given that, we decided, it was best to keep our new relationship a secret for the time being.
The hot Hawaiian sun had dried us both by the time we got back. I opened the large glass sliding door of my condo and looked around. No sign of John and Nora. Ben pulled me to him, kissed me and slapped my ass. As we broke apart, I slid my tongue out over my upper lip to reveal the underside of my tongue stud, then winked and looked suggestively down at the regenerated volcano in his thin shorts. I took a swift look into John and Nora’s room to make sure they really weren’t around.
“Must’ve gone to breakfast,” Ben suggested.
That was good enough for me. I shoved him to the sofa, climbed up on all fours beside him, and greedily helped myself again to a mouthful of his mighty battleship. It tasted like come and saltwater at first, but I soon had it squeaky clean. I worked the swollen head with my tongue stud, and licked the massive stalk from base to tip like a melting ice-cream cone. Only it wasn’t melting. “Oh Jesus!” he gasped out.
Without releasing my wet lips from his engorged missile, I climbed over him and straddled his face. He groaned as I pressed my smooth ass to his mouth while sucking on his balls, with my hand desperately wrapped around to his rock-hard cock as though it were a rescue rope tossed from a lifeboat. I rocked my ass from side to side as he expertly worked my sensitive clit. Clutching his ass cheeks in my hands, I again took his shiny man meat deep inside my mouth while he tickled my pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. God, he knew just how to lick me! Reacting to the intensity of my squeals, he spun his skillful tongue speedily and repetitively inside my pounding pussy as I rode his face into a sustained ecstasy. It was then, with his mouth on my pussy, my lips locked around his meat, my fingertips tickling his rectum, that I realized how happy I was to have broken up with Jack.
I sat upright on Ben’s face, then dismounted. “Tie me up, Ben,” I demanded. “Tie me up and take me!”
Bless him for not questioning my needs! He bound my thin wrists and one foot together behind my back, using my stretched-out tank top. With his fingers inside my creamy cunt, he flipped me onto my back, onto my belly, onto my side, showing his total control of my body. It was the first time I had given myself to someone so completely, and it was the most exciting moment of my life. I began to cry with happiness.
“Are you all right?” Ben asked me.
“I’ve . . . never . . . been better!” I struggled to reply.
As he carried me to climax, lapping at my clit and finger-fucking my pussy, I was like an undersea hot spot, bursting through a crack in the ocean floor, rising up through the cold darkness and finally breaking the surface of the still Pacific in a glorious eruption of fire and magma.
I was out of breath and panting as I lay limp and contented on the bed. But as I slowly regained my senses I was more than eager to return the favor. “C’mon up here, big guy,” I suggested.
Ben sidled his stiff plank up to my mouth, and I had at it, slurping, humming, making all sorts of sounds to excite him, my cheeks still wet from my tears. There I was, still tied up, my lips locked to his fat, shining stalk of sugar cane, when we heard a key in the door”"the sound of John and Nora coming back. They would be inside within seconds.
Ben quickly scooped me up and bounded up the stairs with me as though I were weightless. “Wait!” I whispered, “Our clothes!”
He ran back, gathered our clothes fast as lightning, then bolted back up the stairs, carrying me into my room and placing me gently on the bed. I lay on my belly, my arms and one leg still tied behind me, and felt him struggling to undo the knot.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “They’ll be downstairs a while. Go lock the door”"I have some unfinished business.”
So when he got back to the bed I resumed my sucking, slurping and tongue swirling, until at long last he shot into the back of my throat with more force than I’d ever experienced. As I swallowed, we heard Nora and John laughing on their way upstairs. Again Ben set to untying me.
Nora knocked on my door. I called out for her to hold on just a moment.
“Where were you this morning?” she asked through the door.
“Went for a walk,” I answered. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“We stopped off at Ben’s. Thought we’d invite him for dinner tonight. He wasn’t there, though.”
“No? Probably still running.”
“He goes for a long time, huh?”
“Oh, he’s been going very long this morning,” I replied, smiling at Ben. He finally got the knot loose, then quickly pulled on his shorts, went out the window and dropped to the ground, leaving me free to open the door for Nora.
Later that evening, the four of us drove into the island’s only town to have dinner at a romantic patio restaurant on the very edge of the water. Our table overlooked a thin strip of sandy beach lined with coconut trees, and we could hear the waves peacefully massaging the shore a few feet below us as the red sun sank into the ocean. The evening air was sweet and warm, and we enjoyed Mai Tais to a background of a soft ukulele music. My low-cut summer dress fluttered delicately in the gentle breeze. Ben couldn’t take his eyes off my creamy cleavage, and his obvious desire called to me powerfully.
Finally I excused myself and walked out into the shimmering darkness of the white-sand beach. A few minutes later I felt Ben’s rock-solid package press against my ass. His rugged hands slipped the thin straps smoothly from my shoulders, and he cupped my exposed tits. I slid my fingers inside his trousers to fondle his towering spire, then brought them to my mouth and licked his precome off them, one by one.
“How fast can you fuck me?” I whispered, and a moment later I was on my hands and knees in the moist sand, absorbing Ben’s thunderous thrusts as the last glimmer of blood-red sun quietly sank into the Pacific.
Early the next morning the four of us took a guided hike through the rain forest to a magnificent waterfall and freshwater lagoon hidden deep in a lush mountain valley. The ancient Polynesians had carved huge stone phalluses throughout Molokai, and it was easy to understand why: the heat, the sweet scents, the endless ocean, the naked skin glistening from sweat and sunscreen, filled me with an all-consuming, overwhelming carnal desire that I simply could not contain anymore. Nor did I want to.
We followed a winding dirt trail through a thick forest, past wild passion fruit trees and the low, overgrown ruins of ancient temples. As we came within sight of the falls, I nudged Ben and beckoned subtly to a secluded outcropping of shimmering rock alongside the lagoon. We fell unnoticed to the rear of the group, and faded silently together into the forest. There in that secret spot, enveloped in the mist of the waterfall, my wonderful lover fucked me again.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
He was standing, lifting me up and dropping me down hard on his solid shaft, over and over. Cool droplets of mist sprinkled my ass, my bouncing boobs. Holding onto his strong shoulders, I leaned back and watched the sky shake. When he lowered us into a shallow pool, we fucked entwined, staring into each other’s eyes.
“This seems like a dream,” I whispered.
“It’s . . . real,” he assured me, between thrusts. “Feel it, baby . . . Feel everything!”
I laughed, and with Ben supporting me with his hands below my spine, I arched up to him as far as I could. My milky, mist-sprinkled melons pointed gloriously skyward, my wavy hair floating in the water. As I watched the waterfall plummeting violently into the tranquil lagoon, I felt a torrent of his powerful juice gushing inside me. We orgasmed simultaneously, our moans only slightly drowned out by the thundering of the falls.
We flew home the next morning. I didn’t regret having wasted most of my vacation being angry about Jack, because the last two days with Ben had been the single most sensual experience of my life.
Nora sat beside me on our flight. At one point, out of the blue, she said, “So when where you planning to tell me about your new fuck?”
I looked at her in surprise. “You know?”
“Of course,” she laughed. “It was obvious. We’ve never seen you so happy as in the last two days.”
I could only blush.
“You know,” she continued, “our vacation isn’t quite over yet. And I see that the rear lavatory sign has just blinked off . . .”
I smiled, then got up and walked down to Ben’s seat. I leaned over, giving him a faceful of cleavage, and put my moistened lips to his ear.
“Ever been sucked off in a 767?”
A minute later he joined me in the lavatory for the flight of his life.