Paranormal

Lanie looked down, mortified. Having graduated from the oversized diaper stage, she was totally naked under the gown. She instinctively covered herself and Maddy chuckled.

“You don’t got nothing I don’t have, only it’s lots smaller and you don’t got nothing Carrie don’t have neither. So don’t be hiding, friendly girl, we got work to do.” Then she smiled smugly. “See, I can use those strange words, too. Hee hee hee.”

Lanie had never heard anyone actually laugh like that and it almost threw her over into a fit of giggles. Darting a quick look, she wondered if Maddy had seen Carrie under the bed, but she was nowhere in sight.

“I think you mean girlfriend, don’t you, Maddy?”

“Just you hush up, child, and let old Maddy dress you up nice.” Maddy scowled as she mumbled. “It’s just like white folk. I don’t know what they would do without old Maddy here to take care of ‘em.”

Getting dressed was a tedious process. Lanie didn’t think she’d ever seen the amount of underwear she was supposed to wear all at once. Under her dress, she wore a garment that resembled a long low-necked sleeveless shirt that reached to mid-thigh. She held up her hands as Maddy started walking toward her with a corset. “I don’t care what argument you give me over this, Maddy. I am not wearing that thing.”

“You’ll wear this here corset, missy, or you won’t set foot outta this room.” Maddy’s scowl was fierce. It was obvious she meant every word she said.

Lanie put her hands on her hips and tapped her toes. “I don’t see you wearing one. Why do I have to?” She hoped they didn’t really expect her to wear that torture device. Just watching Scarlett get trussed up in one of those things in Gone With The Wind was enough to take her breath away. She was sure she could never wear one.

“You have to wear one because you are a lady. I am not a lady, I am a housekeeper. No one expects me to wear a corset.” She looked down at herself and laughed. “Not that I could get one of these tiny things around me anyway.” She held it up to herself and chuckled.

“Well, no one better expect me to wear one either, I’m not stepping one foot into that torture device.” Lanie waved her hand toward the conglomeration of cotton, bone and lace Maddy had slung over her arm.

Maddy put her hand on her hips. “If you want to leave this room, you will put this on or else I’m not going to help you dress.”

Lanie sighed, stuck. Maddy flat-out refused to go any further until she was allowed to lace the thing around her waist. It didn’t take long to realize why women of this age were always fainting. Their laces were probably drawn so tight they suffocated or starved to death. Surely they didn’t expect her to eat in this get-up?

Well, hell. I have to wear the damned thing or spend the rest of my stay in this room. Since the four walls of the room were already driving her loopy, Lanie gave in…probably too easily, but such is life.

After the corset, came what looked like a pair of bloomers. Then stockings, that conveniently enough, were tied very snugly just above her knees.

The bell-hoop and the slip came next. The pure white slip was a work of art itself, with half sleeves trimmed in frilly lace. Finally, Maddy held up the dress. She slipped the sky blue dress over Lanie’s head and smiled approvingly.

“I told Miss Elisabeth this dress wasn’t her color. It makes her look all green in the face.”

This was the second time Maddy said that name. Was she Daniel’s wife? A peculiar feeling shot through Lanie’s chest at the thought. Good grief! I’ve been lusting after a married man. “Miss Elisabeth? Is that Master Daniel’s wife?” She couldn’t keep herself from asking. She had to know.

Maddy whooped with laughter. “Oh, no! Miss Elisabeth is his mama. She is the kindest woman in this world. There isn’t anything any one of us on this plantation wouldn’t do for that lady.”

Lanie slipped her feet into the shoes Maddy held out for her. “They’re a little too big.”

Maddy took them back off and pulled a sheet of paper out of her pocket. “I thought her shoes might be too big for you. I never saw a woman with feet as big as Miss Elisabeth’s.” She ripped the paper in two and wadded the pieces. She crammed them into the toes of the shoes. “Try that until we can get you to the cobbler and get some made for you.”

They were still a bit too big and slid around on her feet when she walked, but Lanie figured she was lucky to have them.

Holy cow! These clothes have to weigh at least ten pounds.

Lanie looked down at the dress and thanked her lucky stars it wasn’t too busy. There was one large bow in the back, which she could see by twisting herself around. And the lace on the slip peeked out from under the sleeves, hem, and around the neckline. If it could be called a neckline since it didn’t even come close to her neck. She blushed. “Aren’t I showing a bit too much?” she asked, tugging at the bodice. Well, apparently corsets did wonders for the figure, even if they did make it impossible to breathe. Her thirty-six C-cup never looked so big, nor her waist so small.

“Is there a shawl or a scarf that goes with this?” She still tugged at the Bodice. It wasn’t budging and she was uncomfortable showing such a tremendous amount of cleavage. “It doesn’t appear to be finished.” Tug. “I think it’s missing some material.” Tug, tug. “I won’t pop out of this, will I?” Tug. Giving up the fight, she sighed. “I think I’m a little too big for this dress.” She placed her hand over her chest, panting from her efforts.

Maddy was scandalized. “Why do you want to cover up the nice attributes God done gave you? Mr. Simonson in town just got himself a brand new stove to sell. Has it sitting right in the front window of his store.” She swatted at Lanie’s hands still covering the exposed area of her chest. “That’s just what you have to do. Put your goods right up there in the front window. How are people going to know what’s at the market, if you keep all of your vegetables in the root cellar?”

She retraced her steps. Thinking excitedly about seeing Eric, she was absent-minded when she took the alternate path. Ellen was some way down this path before it broke into three. She had never encountered this before.

“Damn it,” she muttered exasperatedly, looking for any familiar landmarks above the tree line, but the vegetation was overwhelmingly tall. She turned around again and went back the way she had come. As the shadows grew longer, unfamiliar thoughts flittered through her mind. Were the grasses clinging more to her legs as she brushed past? Did the scraggly branches of the bushes seem to claw at her arms and handbag?

Snap out of it, she thought.

She did not arrive back at the place where the path had broken into three. Instead it veered a sharp left which she had never encountered before, not even a few moments ago. Confusion was blooming into bewilderment. Thoughts of annoyance that she would be late were lost as the terrain became increasingly unfamiliar. She began to panic.

Heart thumping, she nearly cried out when rounding another corner of clinging leaves, she came within a meter of stumbling into someone.

“What—?”

Her eyes widened in shock.

A half-naked man stood before her. His perfectly muscled, naturally toned arms were folded carelessly and artfully across his broad, hairless chest. His admirable upper body tapered down over a well-ripped abdomen. Hanging almost effortlessly from his elegant waist were a pair of shimmering trousers of indescribable color—a confusing blue-gray that form-fitted to his perfectly muscled legs. These legs also seemed to be deliberately arranged, one crossed over the other as he leaned against a burned-out hollow trunk.

His pose of nonchalant arrogance gave the impression that somehow he had beckoned her and had waited for her for an indeterminable amount of time. Now that she was finally here, the moment seemed to hang in the balance—the shocking and unexpected were waiting to be unleashed.

Ellen could not help but blush, admiring this perfection of masculine physiognomy. She glanced up at his face.

And gasped.

His ice-blue eyes gazed at her hungrily, predatorily.

His sensual lips held a slight audacious curve, poised like those of a dangerous seducer.

She could not believe that sensible her almost swooned at the sight of him. She felt a rush of inexplicable faintness. The periphery of her vision blurred. He still had not uttered a word. How could she feel like she was falling under his spell?

A small voice screamed from somewhere inside her, Get away now! Get back home now! Run!

In the snap of a finger, he'd crossed to slam a palm on the sliding door-plate, sealing them in. When he turned to face her, Feyna was shocked at how dangerous he looked. Thinking she'd driven him to strike her, she scooted back several paces, a wave of adrenaline speeding through her bloodstream to trigger her body's fight-or-flight mode.

It didn't matter that she was a specialist in Nevarsis style hand-to-hand combat when DeSardon seized her, pushing her back against the wall. Caging her so she felt the hard ridge of his arousal, her body turned to mush. "W-what are doing?" she flustered. "There's no need for this. I've no intention of damaging your career."

"Forget the job," he rasped. "Don't you feel it?"

She stared back uncomprehendingly, struggling to shift mental gears. For one wild moment, she wondered if she was dreaming or perhaps she was hallucinating. There was a strange sense of unreality about the way they were responding to each other, the room seeming to revolve while strands of sexual energy curled hotly around them, the press of his cock against her mound sapping her will.

"Give in to your needs," he softly urged.

For a moment, the psychologist in Feyna kicked in to question if he was secretly enraged that she'd accepted the assignment--not taking heed of his kiss-off, so to speak--and this was all part of some intricate ploy to discredit her, encouraging her to make the first move. But then again, if security cameras were filming them, he'd be caught as well. And if it wasn't a strategy, then amazingly, he still wanted her.

"I want you," he confirmed, that fantastic mouth hovering a short breath from hers. "Take what you want, Feyna. Ignore everything else."

Later, when she could think again, she would tell herself that something within him triggered a weakness in her. Like a person with an addiction, she craved his particular brand of masculinity, the excruciating pleasure generated by his touch. Now, with a silent moan of despair, she reached up to grasp his thick tail of black hair, tugging his head down.

Ketrick's response was instantaneous. Meeting her open mouth halfway, he seized her bun, pulling her mass of silky hair free, taking handfuls to tilt her head while his mouth went to battle with hers. Sucking and plying, he caught her full lower lip for erotic nips, laving away the hurt, then stabbing forcefully with his tongue, sweeping inside her wetness to draw her smaller velvety tongue into his mouth.

The shock of the I-missed-you-like-crazy kind of kiss powered through Feyna like a lightning bolt, the exotic, male taste of him after her long deprivation unspeakably glorious. She met his assault with one of her own. Arching her body to press greedily closer, her hands clutched at his broad shoulders. Her heart pounding chaotically as she darted her tongue to tangle with his, reveling in his largeness and the tantalizing scrape of male bristle against her skin.

Feyna needed more. Seizing the initiative again, she slid up the wall, making them both cry out when she rocked the vulva that felt as if it had swollen to twice its size against the bow of his pulsing shaft. And feeling the taut muscles of his shoulders moving under her hands, she wanted to feel the heat of his bare skin and tried to slip a hand under the hem of his close-fitting tunic. "Where's the opening?"

Eyes brilliant from urgency, he reached up to tear back the fastening strip, moving closer again as she shoved the black tunic off his shoulders, which dropped to the ground.

As desperate as she was, Feyna had to take a moment to drink in the sight of his wide, bronzed torso and lean waist, her hands, for pure animal pleasure, stoking over the incredible definition in his arms. She understood that some women didn't care for male body hair. She loved it, her fingers drawn like a magnet to his chest's warm, black pelt.

Gently, she circled his flat, dark nipples and he shuddered. When she bent to lap at them, she could hear his chest working for more air. His skin was slick and tasted salty, his masculine musk saturating her senses. Yum, yum.

"God, Feyna, you're killing me."

She reached down to the waistband of his trousers and fumbled.

He caught her hand. "You first."

Then Blossom purred, "Jin. I want you to ketsuman. I want you to bottom."

The two men's faces fell. Tem was back in the wing chair with me and we sat, riveted as the two men seemed to be struggling with their lady boss's demands. Blossom threw back her head and laughed.

"Yi is always the ketsuman. It's time he gets to tachi, to top." Blossom reached for another piece of opium. Man, she'd consumed enough to kill a horse. It was not bringing out a very nice side of her. She was enjoying their discomfort. Me, I was ready to roll. Tem's body was rigid against mine, and not in a good way.

"Move to the floor so Jimmy Thunder and his man get a good view." She chewed another, bigger piece of opium. The two men moved to the floor and undressed each other. They forgot everything then as two men are wont to do when fucking is involved. Jin had some serious hardware on his not too small penis. I'd never seen so many piercings on a cock.

"You ever fucked a guy with all that jewelry on his pecker?" I asked Tem, who gave me a sullen look.

"Only the cock rings I put on you…and the little restraints."

Oh, God. He was making my dick hard now and his stroking hand liked what it felt through my tight leather pants.

"Not so fast. I do believe I owe you one, Mr. Thunder."

Tem rubbed his face into my neck. "We pleasured each other," he whispered, but his eyes were alive with excitement.

"Yeah…but you thought of the blueberries and I do believe I'm hungry again."

Jin was on his back now, squeezing his pierced nipples in his fingers, watching us as Tem and I watched him. Yi spread Jin's ass and the look on his face was priceless as the other man's mouth connected with his ass hole. There is nothing like a tongue in your ass, as I have learned. The slurping sounds Yi made seemed to be turning my man on and I unzipped his fly. His lovely, luscious cock sprang out, needing its man to relieve it.

"Oh…look how big that is," moaned Jin, and Yi stopped what he was doing to take a look at Tem's rigid cock. I always said Tem could have been a fantastic top in movies, except for his overwhelming desire to be fucked. Yi turned back to the hot body in front of him as my mouth went to Tem's goody bags. His balls were the biggest, juiciest ones I'd ever had, in my limited experience of men. My tongue licked away at them because I knew Tem liked it so much.

He slouched further down in the wing chair and I had to have possession of him now. I pulled the leather pants down his thighs and all the way to his ankles. They got stuck on his boots so he lifted his legs and I positioned myself between them.

"Yeah…" Jin groaned, and I glanced up to see a couple of Yi's fingers massaging their way into Jin's bottom, the thumb rubbing against his perineum. 

I mirrored his actions, Blossom's mouth slack as her gaze moved from us to them and back again. Tem went crazy when two of my fingers worked into him, stroking his prostate, my thumb on the other side keeping up a maddening pressure on his perineum. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, my left hand gently nursing his balls.

Tem's legs flailed about as I slipped a third finger into him. The sounds of slurping man joy were loud in that big red room as dawn broke and a soft, very soft apricot glow shimmered through the windows.

 “Lie down, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck and he obeyed me, his cock already flying at full mast. I told him to remain on his right side, facing away from me and he turned to look at me.

“Please take that thing off. I want you naked, too.”

I nodded and removed the robe, his eager hand stoking my proud erection.

“You have such a gorgeous body. I love your muscles, Jimmy.”

I felt my chest puffing out like some ridiculous caricature from a Charles Atlas commercial. I got on the bed, and lying very close to him, I removed one of the mochi and fed him with my fingers. I watched the way he licked the red bean sauce and I hoped one day he’d lick my blood that way. We worked our way to the sweet potatoes and I told him to close his eyes. I held a small fried wedge smothered in honey up to his nose.

“Inhale, darling.” I kissed his shoulder as he took a deep breath and I saw the smile spread over his face as he bit into the morsel in my fingers. Then I took them away even as he was still licking honey from them.

“Do I still keep my eyes shut?”

“Especially now.” I kept my mouth at his ear and I picked up the small, covered jug. Good. It was still warm. I smoothed back the hair away from his ear, tilting his head to the angle I wanted and held the pot under his nose. Complete trust. He hadn’t opened his eyes and I waited for the scent of the honey to reach him. It didn’t take long.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.”

I poured a drop, just a drop behind his ear and he moaned when it hit his skin. I licked it and kept moving down the entire right side of his body. “Turn over, baby.” He turned over, and this time I had him move his left arm up so I could put a drop under his armpit. He went crazy then, grasping and pulling at me, flip-flopping on the thousand-thread count bed sheets, his cock leaking in my hungry hand as he started to sob. “Oh God…nobody has ever made me feel like this.”

Pouring the rest of the honey on my fingers, I gave them to him to suck and bent my head to take possession of his cock with my gluttonous mouth. He sucked on my

fingers with the same fury I did his hot, hard piston. When he came in my mouth, it was better than honey. It was the taste of everything we’d eaten.

It was the taste of love.

Lying side by side, kissing, licking, touching, I felt so much joy when he fell asleep, his head on my chest. I had no idea how we were going to top this night and I had no idea how I was going to cope with the idea of some stranger, probably several, invading his body the next night. But, for now, he was with me and he was safe. I hoped he felt loved, even though no such words were said.

“Where did you come from?” he suddenly asked, his fingers raking down my chest. “Where did you come from, Jimmy Thunder? How did you find me?”

“We just got lucky, I guess. You spotted me in the shower that day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you thought? I’ve had my eye on you for months.”

My arms tightened around him. “Months? And you never said anything? What took you so long?”

I watched Kimo Wilder eating out my ass. He licked me like I was a woman. His woman.

Suddenly, he stopped. “Does this feel good?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“You’re not going to come again, are you? I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”

I hadn’t even thought about how hard my cock was.  The tip was reaching for sky, purple-red, anxious for release.

“Don’t touch it,” I said. “I’ll last.”

“I don’t know that I can’t touch it,” he said, in wonderment. “It’s so pleased to see me.”

He dropped a small, possessive kiss on the shaft and went back to my asshole. I almost jumped from the thrill of having this magnificent warrior’s mouth back on me, licking me with all the passion, all the concentration he normally gave his wife.

Kimo kept at it and it was becoming harder and harder not to come. I focused on breathing, on not doing anything that would take his mouth away from me.

His tongue laved my asshole and I felt myself getting wetter and more open and he sensed it too, moaning into my deepest recesses.

He raised his head again and snarled, “You’re mine now, bitch. If I fuck you, there’s no going back.”

I grabbed his huge tool then, pointing it exactly where I needed it. We were clear now. I wanted his cock. He wanted ownership of me.

He let me guide him to me, then he brushed my hands away as he slowly entered me. The pleasure-pain engulfed me as Kimo Wilder eased himself into me.

“Oh God, you’re so warm in there. I had no idea.” He took his time, working his way into me, until my body accepted the biggest thing it had ever had inside it. “You’re so tight, Bobby.” He rotated his hips and the jolts of pain as he stretched and pulled at my ass muscles shifted to something else. Then he took that massive cock out of me.

“No, no,” I screamed. “Don’t take it away from me!”

And he thrust it back into me again.

“Beautiful mahou,” he said.” You have no idea how good this is.”

“I can make it better.” I started to contract my ass muscles and a look of astonishment crossed his face as he roared to an orgasm, sending his red-hot lava spilling into me.

My cock jerked with the weight of him on me and I reached down to pull myself off, but he was man enough to move my hand away.

“No, no, I want to do it.” He pulled on me in the way men jerk themselves off.

“No, like this,” I said, since I had to teach him. I like the hand curled around the prick, up over the head. He understood at once and took great delight in watching my own release as he slowed down the ass fucking he was giving me.

“I want to stay inside you. I want to do it again. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

“I love getting fucked by you,” I said, surprising him by raising my head with him still impaling me and I licked his nipples.

“Oh…oh…shit, that’s good. Oh fuck…that one, baby. That one, mahou, the left one.”

Indeed, his left nipple was distended now and I sucked on it, knowing what messages it was sending to his cock. Fuck the mahou.

He started again in slow, circular, hula motions and I wished I could watch his ass muscles moving as he sawed in and out of me again. Nothing else mattered but this feeling of ecstasy we had created and I met each of his lunges as his cock got harder and harder and he pulled it all the way out, only to give it right back to me again. He threw my legs over his shoulders, holding them to him, giving him leverage, but also bringing me closer.

There was such fierce absorption on his face, a passion I have never seen before. His mouth opened and I rose to meet him. If there was resistance at first, it soon melted away as I sucked on his whole tongue and he dipped forward to feed it all to me.

Again I was teaching him. He could fuck my mouth with his tongue, bringing us both more joy.

He took his mouth from me, forcing himself down on me. I loved the feel of his hard, masculine body on mine, then he started to suck at my nipples, moving away again, intent on watching how it looked to find his cock in another man’s ass.

Suddenly, the skies opened up in a firework display of thunder and lightning.

“She’s here!” Kimo shouted. Oh, Pele,” he chanted in Hawaiian, screaming into the vast space of stars and sky, alive now with her own power play.

A strange, beautiful night glow filled the sky and I looked up to see millions of twinkling stars as my lover kept up a blistering pace inside me. I felt like Pele’s lover, Kamapua’a, had come back to mortal form, fucking me with his huge cock-tusk, letting her feel our eruptions, sharing the moment we sent each other out into the abyss.

“You’re spoiling me.” Kimo held me to him. “I want to fuck you…God, I’ve always wanted to fuck you in a limousine.”

“Darling, no. Not yet. You can fuck me on our way home. I would never deny you anything, but I’ve got something really special planned. If you wait, you’ll come really, really hard.”

“I always come hard for you.” When I didn’t budge, he frowned. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

“You’d better!” I was thrilled when he gave me the most indecent kiss one man ever gave another man fully clothed.

We had to rearrange ourselves as we pulled up in front of the sleek black building at the edge of the road filled with luxury hotels and boutique shops.

Our driver opened the door. “I’ll be out here waiting for you.”

“Thank you,” I told him and Kimo and I climbed out of the car and the door to the club opened.

Ricky Sweet, one of the male hula dancers from our show opened the door and Kimo and I greeted him. Kimo was surprised to see Ricky, I was not. Ricky had helped me organize my surprise for Kimo and he wished us a Merry Christmas.

“Put these VIP wrist bands on. Have fun! Armand will show you the way.”

We walked into a dense, dark, sexy, exotic space.

Naked men danced in cages, naked and half naked men were walking around, they were dancing with other men and Kimo gaped at the threesomes and foursomes going on in rooms to our left and right.

His eyes were like orbs and I almost laughed, until a big burly guy with cropped gray hair came to greet us.

“Lopaka?”

“Yes.”  

“This way.” He gestured with his left hand. He took us into an elevator and we rose two floors and came out onto a series of doors.

“Number six. Merry Christmas!”

I told Kimo to open the door and we walked into a room with a round banquette in it and glass on three sides. We sat on the banquette and I started undressing Kimo who hadn’t quite finished getting my clothes off when suddenly, the windows were lit up and my husband’s jaw dropped.

Six incredibly huge, hung guys, two of them body builders from the gym where we sometimes trained, walked naked towards chairs and sat in them as six more naked men came and knelt before them.

In a superb display of synchronized cock-sucking, the six kneeling men started working on the big, beefy dudes and I threw myself on the floor, in a panic to get my husband’s pants off.

He was leaking pre-cum all over my face and fingers. He was torn between watching me and watching the show. I was anxious to get his fine meat in my mouth and Kimo moaned. “They can’t see us?” he asked.

“No baby.” I came off his cock for a moment. “Are you sorry about that?”

“Hell no. I don’t want any man coveting the best cock sucker in the business. Lopaka…this is so hot. I can hear the sounds they’re making. Those are some big muscle men getting some really intense action. Oh baby.” He held my head to his cock and he fucked my face, coming with two or three of the other guys in the room. “Six geese a laying,” my husband laughed. “I love it.”

He gasped when all the cock suckers stood up and bent over the chairs. Despite having just come, all the guys who’d just been sucked had huge erections, just looking for homes. “Oh, Lopaka.”

I got on the banquette, face down and my husband pulled down my pants, watching the way those big guys tore into the hot, heaving asses over those chairs and my husband rammed into me, fucking me as he watched and listened to the action on the other side of the glass.

The curtain dropped down again when the last guy had come and we lay, my husband imbedded in me and he kissed my back and shoulders.

“I want to go home and I want you on your back in that limousine. I want to fuck you with that driver going crazy knowing he can’t have you.”

“Okay,” I said.

Kimo took himself out of me, turned me over. “Tonight’s gonna be a hard act to follow, lover man.”

     I just smiled as he took me in his arms and kissed me, once again, as always, sending my spirit straight to the moon.

He rose from the high, glassy surf, negotiating the gigantic waves like some ancient Hawaiian sea god, his long black hair caught back in a ponytail. His naked body glistened in the morning sun, his powerful thigh muscles rippling with each stride towards the shore. His full attention however, was focused on a man cantering across the sand toward him on a magnificent, jet-black stallion.

 The rider, clad only in white pants that clung to his lithe frame, wore a fishhook made of bone around his neck.

Hurricane Flossie had passed the Hawaiian Islands, leaving only big, warm waves and this brilliant morning sun. These two men had taken advantage of the exhilarating surf conditions at Halona Cove, just as we had. Only my roommate, Aloha and I, were still standing by our parked car on the road above them, surfboards in hand, watching these two men in love on that perfect, desolate curve of white sandy beach.

 The naked man, well over six feet tall, was looking up, his face radiant as the rider gazed down at him, mesmerized by the awesome specimen reaching up to him.

"Johnny, tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me he's real," Aloha whispered to me. "That is the sexiest man I have ever seen. And look at that cock. He's huge!"

The naked man swung easily over the top of the horse. There was no saddle, only a thick blanket between the two men and the horse. From where we stood, we could see the tattoos covering half of the naked man's body, down the entire right side as he exchanged a long, heated kiss with his lover.

Their passion transmitting itself to us. My breath caught as Aloha breathed, "Och, look at the way he's kissing him. That's so hot it makes me want to fuck." His British accent made it sound like fook.

 "You always want to fuck." I was laughing now. We glanced back at the beach. The horse and its riders had vanished.

"Did you see that?" Aloha was running up and down the cliff's edge, but the two men were indeed gone. "They just disappeared."

I was not so surprised. I knew both men well. Lopaka, the man in white, had been my lover once. The sea god was Kimo, his partner for life.

"You know, I've seen that guy with the tattoos before. He's a hula dancer. A famous one." Aloha sounded obsessed. "I think his name is Kimo Wilder."

"Yeah, I know."

Aloha turned to me. "I had no idea he's gay. Man, that was so hot."

"So let's go home and fuck." I took the words right out of his mouth.

"Not so fast." Aloha had a look of wildness in his eye. "They can't have disappeared. They have to be somewhere."

Watching my husband’s wonderful face when he talked was my singular obsession in life.

“What?” His voice was gentle, his smile knowing.

I shook my head and he caught my wrist in one of his big hands. “You want your husband to fuck you. Is that it?”

“Oh, Kimo…” I had no idea where our boundless need for one another came from. I had no idea whether right now it was psychological or physical or emotional. Our passionate, early morning romp on the sea grass matted flooring of our bedroom at the Kahuna Village seemed like a long time ago now. I needed him, I wanted him. He pulled me toward him, onto his lap, his scalding tongue roaming over my face and neck. He wanted me, too.

After a couple of minutes, with the sound of Jamie’s chanting and the merry chatter of forest birds drowning our soft moans, Kimo lifted me up and put me on the ground on my back. Pulling down my pants so that they dangled from one leg, his face reflected our mutual urgency and he knelt between my open legs, moving down to my cock and waiting ass. After giving me some long, lavish licks, his tongue stirred up so much heat in my ass that I drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It was as if I had a raging fever. He was hungry for the main course and my fingers shook at the buttons of his Levis, anxious to feed him. Neither of us cared any longer who caught us. We were two married men having consensual sex and my husband’s liberated cock sprang out, jutting straight for my ass.

“I need to be in you, Lopaka.”

His mouth sought out mine again and I tasted myself on his tongue, our souls…our bodies…rejoicing at this trial by fire. I almost screamed when he entered me. My legs spread to give him easier access to me. I was completely open to him and his gaze turned possessive and proud as he gave himself to me fully.

I reached up to take Kimo’s face into my hands and his eyes closed as he thrust himself into me. I felt him enter my thoughts and I knew his joy that only he could make me feel like this. He knew I was as hungry for his release, hungrier even than I was for my own.

“Come with me, darling, come with me, my Lopaka.” Kimo’s hand curled over my rigid cock and I held him tighter, and though he had never, ever taken his cock from me for any reason, I always held onto his ass in our final moments of coming for fear that he would.

“You always put me exactly where you need me.” His voice at my ear sent my orgasm spiraling, a shimmering that consumed us both as we came together. Our pounding hearts beat like the obake’s drums and Kimo laughed, licking up a trail of sweat at my neck.

“You are one hot fuck, my beautiful man wife.”

I laughed. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

In my linen closet, I fumbled for a bag of goodies I’d snagged at a friend’s bridal shower. A woman had come to the party and taught us all state of the art blowjob techniques. I’d bought just about everything, held onto it for two years and now I was about to give my purchases a test run. Finally.

So many delicious toys, which one to try out on him first? Well, I’d said Pig in Paradise, might as well do it. I took out the tube canister and shoved everything else back in the closet.

“What’s going on? What took you so long?” He was pouting like a sexy magazine model. “What’s that?”

I opened the canister and out tumbled the rope of pearls. I took one end in my left hand, the other in my right.

“Think you’re ready for it?” I snapped the strand tight.

He nodded, staring at the pearls, too excited to speak.

I got between his legs and started licking his cock head. I made eye contact with him as I took the whole head in my mouth and he moaned.

“Go deeper, baby…please.”

I ignored him, taking my time, making sure he was good and wet before I gave him that distinct pleasure. I licked to the base of his cock, then let my mouth follow, keeping it tight around his cock. When I took him down my throat, he started going crazy on the bed. I took the pearls and slipped them around his cock and balls and wound them around once, twice, three times, as my mouth came back up his pole.

“Oh…Manalo…that feels…incredible.”

I used the pearls to move up his cock as my mouth met it in the middle. I let the pearls go around the base, then back around his cock and balls, and then I gave his balls some attention. By the time I’d wrapped the pearls around the base and balls for the fourth time, then tightened my grip, my mouth was sucking like a whirling dervish and his ass shot in the air. He came so hard, he startled me.

“Oh God, Oh God!” Holding my head tight, he battered my throat until I thought he would never stop coming. I kept my grip on the pearls the way I’d been taught, knowing he would still be coming long after he’d stopped gushing. His cock throbbed crazily in my mouth and he fell back on the bed.

“Baby…I’m still coming.” He thrashed on the bed and I marveled at how long his orgasm lasted. I finally took pity on him when he flopped back, a tear escaping the corner of his eye.

I released the bonds on his cock and balls and tongued and kissed everything. He was still rigid when my tongue tip met his cock head.

“You belong to this cock, Manalo,” he whispered.

Johnny and I had split because he was a chronic cheat. Now I felt even more cheated knowing he’d been doing things like circle jerks while I was out making a living. Our entire relationship was a lie. I wanted to go home. I was so grateful to share my

life with such an honorable man like Kimo and I wanted to be alone with him and our babies.

He put down his glass and took me in his arms. The kiss he gave me dampened my armpits and the hair at my scalp. And it didn’t stop. I was aware of a few guys in the room watching us and I was aware of the hot man-on-man action on the TV screen. The sounds of two guys fucking distracted me for just a second. I lifted my face from Kimo’s to see the top guy taking his enormous cock out of the bottom and plunging it straight back in. Over and over again, he withdrew completely, the bottom shrieking for that dick in his ass and the top would stick it back in.

The bottom was having a whale of a time and I turned my attention to Kimo’s tight jeans. He was hard and I popped open his buttons. I’d begged him to wear briefs

and now I was frustrated to have them separating me from his cock. Kimo stroked my head and I moaned when I saw his massive tool sticking out of the side of those briefs. I licked it through the fabric, moved to the head, which was very hot, and swiped my

tongue along the slit. Kimo raised himself so I could slide his jeans down and I snatched the briefs down his thighs. His proud erection sprang out at me, pointing right at my mouth.

"Look at that," the guy next to Kimo gasped. "Is it…is it real?"

I looked up, dazed from my cock feast. "Yeah, isn’t he amazing?"

"That must be…what, eleven, twelve inches?" The guy was scrutinizing it. "Can I touch it?"

"No," I frowned. "It’s mine. It’s even got my name on it. Look!"

I gave him my best, sad-dog look. "But, baby, it's Christmas and how much trouble can it get into soaking in milk and cognac? Can't we have a little fun first?"

"Oh, we're going to have fun. We gotta peel the potatoes, pick up the lobsters…what are you doing?"

He laughed as I pushed him back against the bed, got between his lovely legs and lay on top of him, covering his face with kisses. Kiki jumped off the bed. I could hear her tearing into something and hoped it wasn't important. Pono returned my heartfelt kisses as I reached his mouth. I told him I loved him over and over again and felt him becoming aroused. I loved how hard he got just from kisses and of course, I was excited, too. I let my cock roam around his hard, muscular thighs, heard the breath catch in his throat. I let it run across his belly and his body started to writhe underneath me. Our cocks strained for each other and I held them together, stroking them off in my hand as I reached out and kissed him again.

"Oh God, baby, fuck me," he urged.

I had other ideas. As soon as our leaking cocks got all slicked up, I begged Pono to fuck me. I saw the flicker of surprise in his black eyes, felt the hard leap of his cock as I climbed up and straddled him. He reached under me to stick his massive shaft into me. We both cried out as I moved up and down, his hand wrapped around my cock as I concentrated on not letting his come out of me. I loved the feeling of him inside me. I'd never been much into being fucked until I was with Pono. Now I craved him, constantly. He had a big smile on his handsome face and as I rode his body, I felt his heart already pounding. I loved how eager he was for me. He pounded into me and I rode him slowly and felt him all the way in me. I felt his cock tensing with the need for release. I twitched inside me. It excited me, feeling his pleasure. It only increased my desire to give him more. I was really bouncing now.

"I want you to come inside me, baby. I want that hot white come in me," I shouted and we exploded together. In my head, the whale gave its call and I realized it was part of my soul, it was a mating call.

Pono licked my come from his fingers, feeding me some.

"You taste of pineapples," he said. 

“Yeah, well, you can assume anything you want. I’m fucking you right now and I have a little surprise.”

His eyes blazed. “A surprise?”

“Yes, baby.”

My surprise had involved some secrecy and planning and I was still shocked I’d managed to keep it hidden from Kimo. I kept my mind blank as I ripped off his lava-lava and stared down at his black boxer briefs. I swallowed hard. The sight of that beautiful, huge, thick cock always turned me on. I bent down and put kisses all over the covered shaft and Kimo groaned.

“I had something made in Los Angeles,” I told him as I carefully pulled down his briefs and lapped at his leaking cock head. His skin was soft and warm and there was not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame.

“What’s that?” he gasped.

“A special cock ring that had to be made to order. I am thinking after you experience its pleasures, we need to get one made for you.”

“Shit,” he said when I bent down and captured his left nipple in my mouth. I kissed and taunted his cock with my tongue, nothing too serious, grazing his balls and ass with my fingers and the back of my hand

“Guess what, Mr. Supremacy? Your husband is about to give you an ass fucking you will never fucking forget.”

“Oh, fuck.”

I realized he was very turned-on and he wanted my tongue on his ass. He opened his legs nice and wide and begged me to lick him.

“Lopaka, I love your tongue inside.”

Of course, I did. This had been my plan all along.

“I love that we are still like this,” I said, lifting my head. “It’s always hot between us. Hot and beautifully dirty.”

His body felt like it was on fire and I went back to really giving his ass the workout it deserved.

It was time for his treat. I leaned into the bedside drawer and withdrew a long box, removing my specially made cock ring. It was gold and silver and it was fashioned into a cobra. The head came halfway down to the tip of my cock and the ring fit oh so snugly around my balls and cock.

Kimo gasped when he saw it. “My God!”

“Stroke the cobra's head,” I told him.

His eager fingers reached forward and touched it.

“It’s very smooth. It’s a work of real art, Mypaka.”

“Yes, it is.”

“The head looks like a tongue.”

I smiled as my cock moved to his ass, the cobra slithered around and retracted. I entered Kimo slowly and that tongue-like head massaged his perineum. I will never in my life forget the look on his face as he felt it on him.

“Oh, fuck!” he roared.

I fucked him and the cobra seemed to magically know all the right places to stroke him, to turn him on even more as my cock fought its way inside his sweet ass.

I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Kimo’s legs were beating at my back. I could tell he felt the impact of all these things being done to him. His very hard cock leaked fluid like crazy. The cobra swiveled again and the tongue-head moved to his ass hole, fighting me for access. What a greedy cobra. 

Tem moved over to check out the latest gay porn DVDs whilst Kaipo unashamedly checked out my man.

"Anyone using the glory hole right now?" I asked Kaipo.

"Hmm?"

 "You want to suck his cock?"

Kaipo stared at me.

"Turn off the security cameras. I don't want this recorded. I'll get him in the booth and you put your lips to the hole and you can blow my baby."

He opened and closed his mouth and I almost changed my mind.

"There are three of us here," he said, the cheeky bastard. "We'd all love to blow him."

"Okay." I shrugged. After all it was Tem's birthday. It was also our big Halloween night and I was giving him a few tricks with his treats.

I walked over to Tem and put my hand on his crotch. He bulged pretty hard in his tight leather pants and for a second, I wondered if I could go through with it, but then I became turned on at the thought of three guys, two of them total strangers, blowing my hot, hung husband.

Tem grinned and showed me the DVD in his hand. "Want to buy this one, Div?"

"I want you put that down and come with me."

His gaze moved down to his cock. My fingers were massaging the beautiful head through the buttery-soft leather of his hand-stitched pants. I loved knowing that underneath, he was waxed hair-free, by me, and that his balls and cock were enclosed in a tight gold cock ring.

Tem's gaze turned lusty. "You are being such a bad boy, Divine Thunder."

"Not as bad as you're going to be, you beautiful slut." I took his hand and as we passed through the door that led to the stall containing the glory hole, I was aware of Kaipo running to the other side of it.

I kissed Tem as I closed the door and took down his pants. The room was dark, for all those dirty deeds, you know. He was commando, the way I liked, his huge cock hard and looking for a good time. I kissed him and pointed to the glory hole. As we looked over a mouth appeared in the carved out round hole.

Tem gasped.

"There are three men on the other side ready to blow you. Have fun, baby."

His feverish eyes registered shock as well as desire. I'm a vampire, I see best in the dark and I saw his excitement as well a tremor of apprehension.

"I can't do that, Div. We have a covenant between us."

"But I'm allowing you to do this. Our covenant remains unbroken. None of them can fuck you. Your ass is mine. But Kaipo there is screaming for your cock. Tem, I am right here and I love you." 

Kaipo's anxious tongue kept up a lapping motion through the hole as we discussed this.

 "Are you sure?"

"One time only deal, baby. Snooze, you lose."

"I fucking love you, Div." Tem shuffled over there as fast as his leather pants pooled at his knees would allow.

 Soft, gurgling moans came from Kaipo's throat as he took my baby's massive wang into his mouth. They've all seen his movies, they've salivated over his enormous tool, but none of them quite believe how big it really is. In his porn star days he was a hot and heavy bottom, highly sought-after because of that big dick.

Kaipo gagged for a moment and I watched Tem ease back to give his guy a chance to get used to his size. Tem braced his hands against the wall of the cubicle and I watched him find a hot new groove with the mouth that sucked him so well. Tem's head went back as his cock disappeared between the guy's hungry lips. He was giving him a decent workout now and I watched my husband's body slam against the glory hole, the cock ring glinting in the dark.

“I’m sorry.” Kimo made a move toward me.

“No…”

He ignored me, putting his arms around me and I pushed him away.

“Get undressed and get on the bed.”

“But—”

I glared at him.

Kimo’s gaze remained on my face as he started unbuttoning his shirt. I went into the bathroom, washed my hands and opened the box. I lifted out the gorgeous, beige colored gossamer wings. My husband was about to get fucked by one very angry angel. I stripped, slipped on the wings over each arm, smiling to myself because my cock was already getting hard.

There were combat boots in the box that completed my outfit. Yeah, this angry angel was about to give his very bad man one very happy workout.

He was lying on the bed waiting for me and he blinked as I stood in the doorway. He swallowed, his gaze fixed on my cock, which was straining toward him.

“Lopaka…”

I stepped on the bed and placed one foot on his chest. “You will suck my cock now.”

Kimo grinned. “I love when you get bossy.”

“In this family, Kimo, you obey the wife. That means me. Do you understand?” His eyes glinted and his cock hardened as I moved my boot down to it, rubbing the head with a shiny boot tip.

“I understand.”

Playing with him a moment more, I knelt on either side of his chest, feeding him my cock which he started to suck, his eyes closed in apparent ecstasy. I took it away from him.

“Hey!”

I grabbed the two leather ties I’d stashed under my armpit and tethered his hands to the bedposts.

He moved all over the place to get my cock back in his mouth, but I turned myself around, placing my ass right over his mouth. Kimo moaned, his hot tongue slurping at my ass. I didn’t think I was going to be able to stop myself from coming. The sounds of my man loving me drove me to a frenzy and I fell forward, coming off his face for a brief moment, which made him cry out in frustration.

 “Give it back to me,” Kimo hissed, but I was holding his cock now and I reached down, poking it at my ass hole, glancing back to see Kimo’s feverish gaze on his cock, swiftly disappearing into my ass. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned.  “Oh, Lopaka…you feel so good.” 

I bounced up and down on him and he screamed at me.

“Untie me, I need to touch you.”

“No.” I leaned forward, holding his feet in my hands, kissing the tops of them as slid into me even deeper.

Anything to do with his feet made Kimo go crazy. “Untie me. Now.”

I shook my head, the sensation of having my husband’s massive eleven-inch cock buried in my ass coupled with our war of wills, making me feel high before either of us had even come. He kept trying to wrench himself free of his restraints and soon released one hand, sending the shattered bedpost across the room.

“Now, you little bitch. I need to teach you a lesson in ownership.”

Our battle raged until we got to the house, two blocks away, right on the oceanfront on the half moon curve of Hanalei Bay. As always, the moment we were inside the door, I was all over him. I never knew how to respond to his emotional outbursts other than to make love to him. There was nothing we couldn't sort out in bed, he and I.

He resisted at first, he always took a moment to calm down from one of his flare-ups, but then his mouth met mine and we exchanged a long, heated kiss. I heard Ginger whining. She knew already that her daddies were settling in for a long, solid night of fucking and that a sunset walk probably wasn't in her immediate future.

I kept my mouth on Ntino, loving the feel of his slim, toned body. He pressed into me, but I knew he was still angry. Lord, I loved to fuck him when he was mad. It made things even more passionate between us, if that was even possible. I kicked the front door shut and took him down to the floor, trying to get between his legs. He twisted and turned underneath me, as if fighting me, even as his hands held my head to his. Our cocks connected. Mine was rock hard, his was not.

It surprised me. Usually the second we touched one another, Ntino had a raging hard on. I ground myself against him and his breath quickened. I pulled his shirt up and over his head, a couple of buttons popping off against the floor. I took hold of his left hand, licking and kissing the palm as his fingers flexed in pleasure. I stole a glance at his face as I sucked fingertips, one by one. There was a look of disbelief, as well as furious lust. I bent forward to lick his face and neck.

He moaned as I moved down to his torso. As my tongue traced his ribs, I held his hands up over his head and heard his deep, contented sigh. My knee kept rubbing, dry humping his crotch, and I felt him harden.

I reached up with another kiss for his mouth, one hand going to his swollen cock. I couldn't help myself. I needed to touch that sweet, thick, uncut piece of manhood. He had the juiciest one I'd ever seen, his balls heavy in my hands. I ran the cock head against my face and he was squirming for entry into my mouth, but I had to make him wait. I tightened my grip on his cock, running it down my throat and to my chest. The second the head touched my nipple, we both groaned. I took his pants all the way down past his feet. His fingers made quick work of my zippered fly, and as he inched my jeans past my ass, I knew in seconds I was going to be inside him, my man panting for a hard pounding, his legs wrapped around my waist.

No, I wanted this to last.

I grinned at the cute valet, whose name was Justino. He took my name and room number and two hours later we were driving back toward Kona in his car, a ramshackle beach cruiser that had a surprising amount of power for a vehicle that looked like it was held together with rubber bands.

“Boa noite,” he grinned at me.

“Is that good evening?”

He nodded. “In Portuguese.”

I was intrigued. I’d never been out with a Portuguese man before, but my internet wanderings had led me to a few who seemed notorious cruisers.

 “In the morning I have to be back at work and I can drive you,” he told me, and I was impressed with his assumption that he was going to get lucky with me. His hand went between my legs and he worked on the zipper of my jeans, his eyes never straying from the road. His fingers snaked into my boxer-briefs and he tsk-tsked over my iffy stiffy.

“How long has it been since you had a man?” he asked me.

“Too long,” I gasped as I became rock hard and his head went straight to my crotch…as he was driving! I helped steer the wheel to bring Justino’s car to the shoulder of the road, my hips and ass bucked and jumped under his tongue and determined strokes. He licked the head of my cock, ran his tongue along the sides of my shaft and held my balls in his hand as he started to suck in an expert way. When I started to come, he took his mouth off me, laughing as I shot all over the place.

“You make a lot of come. You need.” He stroked me to get the last of my juices, his large, expressive eyes lowered in concentration.

“For one hundred dollars you can come in my mouth, for five hundred, you can fuck me in the ass. I don’t usually like bumming, but for you…” He shrugged.

Bumming? I lost my interest in going anywhere with him, but we were both covered in my come. What a crazy experience! Are there any normal gay guys in Hawaii? My thoughts strayed to Byron and I wondered if his boyfriend appreciated what a nice guy he had there.

“You want me to pay you?” I asked Justino, who let go of my cock. He reached into the glove compartment and brought out a box of tissues. We wiped ourselves down and found ourselves laughing.

“Nah…I like you. You’re meigo…sweet. We can have fun. You pay me if it’s good. Yeah?”

“No. I’m going back to the hotel.”

“Nah…come on, we make fun time.” He gave me a hot kiss that left no doubt that we would have fun and he swung the car back on the road. 

“I did manage to pick up a few interesting sex secrets from the Orient while I was you know…down there.” Tem pointed to the ground.

“Did you, now?”

“Oh, yes. A eunuch who was very mean at first, later became nice. He told me he worked for a sultan and he was supposed to look after the sultan’s wives and he watched them fuck.”

“I bet he picked up a lot of cool tricks.”

“There’s one with chopsticks I am anxious to try.”

“Chopsticks, eh?”

He got up from our bed and left the room, despite my bleat of protest. Moontime turned his back to me until his daddy returned and the cat’s head swiveled around, one eye open, in case fish was involved.

Tem got busy with a pair of black lacquered chopsticks in his fingers.

“Kiss me,” he whispered and I did. With him in my arms, his mouth on mine, I could forget all the demons, my own and everybody else’s. Yes, life was good again. My tongue moved of its own accord down his neck, past my favorite feeding spots on his throat. I felt the racing pulse there and took my time, exploring every sexy inch of him. Tem, however, had other ideas.

“The geisha used chopsticks to hold the man's testicles in a way to increase blood flow, like this.” Tem took my balls in his interesting little vice grip. “Maybe we need to practice it baby, just to be exact.”

“Yes,” I murmured. “We need to make sure it works.”

“I think it would work best with a blow job and I would be certain not to squeeze to tight.” Tem’s head dropped to my thigh and he started to lick and suck my balls.

He raised his head again. “I love your ass, Div, and I never usually neglect it, but this particular method focuses on the balls and cock.”

All I could say was, “Fuck.”

“I love the idea of mixing it up for you, baby…getting your balls in my grip and sucking them…a mixture of sweet and savage…and a few light licks on your perineum and a squeeze of the chopsticks and then hurry up to the main course…your leaking cock.”

My eyes were half closed with the intensity of feeling. I thought my balls would snap off, at the same time, the pressure did produce sensations that were extraordinary. Every lick was like a little electric current shooting through me. Man, Tem had already mastered the art of providing me with multiple sensations as he gave me head, but this was spectacular. He kept his fingers and tongue moving and the chopsticks rocking back and forth.

I got so excited and I knew Tem felt it, too. His own cock was so hard…I reached down to touch it, but he resisted, wanting me to enjoy myself. I put my foot between his legs and rubbed his cock. I loved the feeling of my skin against his rigid cock and he moaned as he took my whole cock into his mouth. I came so hard I was seeing stars, only then did he release me. The orgasm did not stop. I’d stopped shooting, but I was still coming and Tem kept sucking me. We were going to need a hell of a lot more chopsticks in our future. 

We sat on our porch swing, Tem leaning against me, our feet playing with one another's. We looked up at the stars, swapping kisses when a sound came out of the nearest thatch of bamboo. Francois crept toward us. He was dressed in black and he looked damned sexy.

"Nobody else is on the property right now." He looked right at Tem's crotch as he said this. I felt the ripple right then, the underlying sexual tension. I knew he wanted Tem and I knew Tem liked being wanted. I read Tem's thoughts. He was picturing Francois kneeling before him, taking his huge head into his mouth.

As soon as he became aware of my presence in his mind, Tem wiped the thought from his mind. I was both turned on and petrified of him getting it on with Francois, but Tem had the most gorgeous cock and ass and it seemed sort of cruel to deny them both a bit of fun when Francois was so obviously in need. He didn't trust anybody and he'd been quietly drooling around Tem all day.

"The wine was really good," Francois said, licking his lips. He wasn't thinking about wine, he was thinking about come. Specifically, my baby's come.

"Yes, wasn't it?" Tem asked.

I finally interrupted the endless though pleasant, small talk. "Francois, would you like to suck my husband's cock?"

Tem reacted badly. "Div! What are you doing? I want only you. We haven't been near another man since…" he did not say aloud, since we became bonded in blood.

"It would be a turn on to watch Francois suck you, baby. Look how hot he is. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"You know I have."

Francois's face lit up in the semi-darkness.

"You can suck his cock, but that's it," I told him. "Nobody fucks Tem, but me." I could tell that despite his denials, Tem was excited. He was so exotic and beautiful, the idea of this big black man's face between his legs got us both hard. Instantly, in spite of his trepidation, I knew Tem was on fire.

I kissed him and he accepted my kisses. We were really going for it when I felt Francois's clumsy fingers at Tem's button fly jeans. I brushed his hands away and asked him, "Haven't you ever unbuttoned another guy's jeans before?"

He was almost mute with need. "Not for a long time. And not somebody like this." He let out a sound…a sigh of relief as he slid Tem's jeans down and realized he was commando. He saw that big, hard cock spring toward his mouth and went straight to town.

"What a feast," he said, his gluttonous lips descending on Tem's cock. I sipped my coffee, enjoying his oral exploration of my man. Tem was enjoying it. He sat beside me, his crotch jutting forward. He glanced at me a couple of times and he could see that I was okay and he started to get into it.

He gazed down at the big guy servicing him. Francois was in such a state of arousal, he kept rubbing the head of Tem's cock around his lips and finishing each swipe with a lick from the very tip of his tongue.

"You've been thinking about this," I said suddenly.

"Oh yeah, I watched all the movies. I've wanted Tem for a long time."

"I love you," he said.

"And I love you, Kimo."

The words were hardly out of my mouth when his hands were at the snaps on my board shorts, wrestling my cock out of the fly.

"I can't help myself," his voice rasped in the darkness. He dropped to his knees and sucked my entire length into his hot mouth. It shocked me to see him so thoroughly enjoying himself, it always did. Kimo took every moment of our lovemaking seriously. He was an ardent and dedicated lover, but sometimes he took me by surprise. I would be certain his thoughts were far away, on important matters and…

He released my cock, a look of reproach in his smoky, dark eyes.

"Lopaka, I happen to consider fucking you an important matter." He stood, picking me up in his arms, my stiff cock rising up to greet him in happy anticipation. His smile was quick and wide, his tongue flicking right across my lips. I tried to kiss him, but he was too quick and next thing I knew, he was kneeling on a sandy ledge against the cliff. It was cold, dark and wet, but Kimo whipped my shorts from where they were dangling on my legs and placed them under my ass.

"I love how hard you get. Your cock feels so good in my mouth," he whispered and went back to sucking me. I was half-sitting, half-lying on the ledge and I knew he was enthralled with the power and control he had over me. He edged my hips forward and I groaned as his mouth moved to suck my ass, balls and cock at his whim.

He hunkered down between my legs. My balls were a little bit in the way of my ass, but he stopped to suck and lick them. Kimo liked to entertain them and show them what's what.

"I would love to have both of them in my mouth at the same time," he said, scowling, "but I can only fit one at a time." He sucked the second one into his mouth and my feet shot into the air. I could feel his chin on my ass as he took his time releasing one ball and sucking the other, his fingers curling around my rigid shaft.

It was an effort to hold on as he recaptured my leaking cock in his mouth. I gasped when he pulled back, using his lips only, tenderly tonguing the head until I could stand it no longer and forced it all straight back down his throat.

"Take me," I ground out as I felt the orgasm building in the pit of my belly. He nursed by balls with one hand, using the other hand to rub my ass hole. He used two fingers to rub back and forth across my ass, my balls in his increasingly tight hold. I came so hard I saw fireworks in my brain. I sank back against the jagged rocks, Kimo unrelenting in stoking the blaze he'd started within me. My legs held onto his head and I grabbed handfuls of wet sand, my heart thumping in my chest.

At last, he took his wanton mouth off me. "Not bad, Lopaka." He kissed my inner thigh. "Let's see how much harder you come when I take you from behind."

We didn't get a chance to try. Our baby daughter started wailing and Kimo raised his face again.

"You owe me, baby."