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Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 01

By: jay.palin



Our heroine's saga continues, in three parts. Read "Ginny's Withering Faith" as background. 

Part 1 

The past year had been the best one of my life. My father, JJ – now almost 55 – and I had continued our blistering affair with one major addition. I'd discarded my earlier hang-ups about engaging in group sex with him and we'd become involved with a swingers' club..."The Friendly Friday Society." Each Friday afternoon we'd meet at a member's home and join consensual partners, most times in groups, which had an amazing, enriching effect on our sex life. 

Swinging was easier for JJ than it was for me, since I was somewhat guarded about sharing him with other women. But, it kept him happy and was a tremendous turn-on for me, given some of the attractive, intelligent, sophisticated couples that we met. It got to the point where I knew the people – men and women – I wanted to have sex with within five minutes of meeting them. It's as if a switch flipped inside my head, as I thought, Yeah, I'd like to fuck you! I got so obsessed with group sex that I could hardly wait for each Friday afternoon to arrive. But, as with most things, over twelve months of sinful excitement couldn't last forever. A tragedy occurred, and our swingers' lifestyle stopped suddenly when my mother, Lee, was diagnosed with virulent, inoperable, ovarian cancer. 

"I'll expect you to take care of Jay, Ginny," she said from her hospital bed. "He's strong, but my being sick has made him a basket case. I'm afraid that when I go he'll fall apart."

I was close to doing that myself. Sitting next to her bed and holding her bony little hand, I was crying uncontrollably, trying to staunch the flood of tears. She was hardly recognizable, as her cancer had metastasized and eaten away at her petite, once shapely body. 

"Oh, Lee...Momma...please tell me what I should do," I blubbered. In the seven or so years that I'd known her, before and after I'd married and divorced her son, Mike, she'd been more of a mother to me than my own mom had ever been.

"You'll know what to do, Gin," she said, fixing me with a meaningful stare. "We both know how Jay is – he and women – and, though I've kept quiet about it, I'm aware of your feelings for him."

"He's the sweetest man, and I...I...".

"Don't admit anything you might be sorry for," interrupted Lee. "I feel lucky having spent a few years with him since my divorce from 25 years of an absurd marriage. Now you can reap the good fortune. You and Andi'll certainly be well provided for, much more so than by my wastrel son."

I'd never heard Lee speak of her son – my former husband, Mike – so disparagingly. I wondered if she knew that JJ was the biological father of my three-year-old daughter, Andi, as well. I hoped not. She'd suffered enough through her illness, and would have an eternity in Heaven to know the sordid fact that her husband and I had been having an adulterous, incestuous affair since I'd met him, with but one interruption, for nearly six years. 

"I promise I'll care for him, Lee," I whimpered.

"That's a good girl, 'cuz I'll be watching...from upstairs, or the other place," she whispered, trying to cheer me up and patting my hand. "Now I've got to rest. Bring Andi by tomorrow, okay?" 

Andi saw her grandmother the next day for the last time, because a few days later Lee passed away, which changed all of our lives forever.

Mourning for Lee was agonizing, and took many weeks. JJ was constantly depressed, and didn't respond to my efforts to comfort him. Once Andi fell asleep, I'd join him in bed and hold him until dawn, trying to be a 25-year-old wifely substitute. But, I was unable to stimulate him to the levels of our previous passion. It was as if he'd aged ten years and had become a much older man than his age, and he became nearly oblivious to my hunger for him. Even his custom building design business, which he'd worked so hard for decades to develop, became drudgery, it seemed. His lack of energy also ate away at my spirit, which began to flag because of the pervasive sadness.

"Don't you care for me anymore, JJ?" I asked one night after dinner.

"Of course, babe. I'll always love you," he said, listlessly.

"Well, I don't feel it. When we fu...when we do make love now, you're like a statue. I can cum a half dozen times, but you just...just stay kind of hard...and quiet. You haven't had an orgasm in ages!" I said bluntly, though trying to temper my statement by hugging him...holding him. It was true. In the three months since Lee had been gone, I'd forgotten that life-affirming joy that I used to feel when he'd go out of his mind as he filled me full of his seed...or when he'd watch me getting it on with another man. I knew in my heart that he needed something to reverse his depression...probably other women. 

"I'm sorry, Gin," he sighed. "I'm wrung out emotionally. Lee was my anchor, and I miss her so much. Even the business bores me. The only reason I'm keeping it is for you and Andi. I feel like an automaton. I should go to the doctor and see if he can give me some energy pills or something."

That night in bed I was almost sorry I'd said anything, since we tried to make love and failed, causing me to lie awake nearly 'til morning. He'd tried so hard. I'd felt his wonderful, mature body, straining to get hard and please me, but to no avail. I was relieved when he left the house the next day to go to the office and, later, to see his doctor. 

Three days after that JJ's test results came back from his complete physical exam. He was in very good health, but had some of the potentially dangerous afflictions of the modern professional man: moderately high blood pressure and high cholesterol. To combat them, he brought home some prescription drugs, which did our sex life no good at all.

A month went by and we made love only sporadically. When we did, it was because I forced it, sucking him 'til he was hard – or almost hard – and mounting him until I had an orgasm. I gradually bottled up my frustration and, as I'd done before when Mike and I had ceased having satisfying sex, I reverted to using my dildo to masturbate. To JJ's credit, he didn't mind. In fact, he helped me maintain a regular relationship with my plastic lover as – little by little – he descended into what seemed like impotence.

"The doc also prescribed Viagra, kiddo...to be used in moderation. I need something! When I do get an erection with you, my dick just stands there, feeling numb. I got some, anyway. God! I'm ashamed of getting old," he said, turning away. Then he mumbled, "I think it's time we found you a boyfriend."

"What?" I gasped, shocked that he could be so selfless...so distant...so practical about salvaging our sex life. I began to wonder if it was just because the thrill of our adulterous fucking had ceased with Lee's death. Or, that we'd tapered off on our swinging activity, which had made him a real voyeur where I was concerned. "I love you, JJ. I've gotten by without sex before" – thinking back when I'd "gotten religion" a couple of years before and tried to be celibate – "and I can do it again," I assured him. I truly believed what I said, naively ignorant of how wrong I might be.

"Well, you know, Jim...at the office...has been hot for you for years."

Jim was JJ's lead architect, a tall, sweet, gentle, dark-haired 34-year-old who stammered and was comically clumsy whenever I was around him. No doubt he'd make some woman an ideal mate, but he lacked my father's fire, his humor, and his incredible maleness, which had always left me breathless...the very reasons I'd chosen JJ to be the father of my daughter. On occasion he'd even mentioned selling his design business to Jim if I didn't want it.

"Jim's a prince, JJ, but – I haven't told you this before – he's a little dull, and is consumed by his work. Besides, I'm not sure I'll ever be knowledgeable enough to inherit your business. I'm not a designer, and it'd be difficult to manage technical people who know more than I do." When Lee was alive, our plan had been to ease me into ownership of the company.

"Well, there's the photo and video department that you've always liked," he said. JJ had been an amateur photographer all his life, learning from his father, and that side of the business enthralled me. We'd even photographed and done an ice skating show on video several years before, which I'd loved. 

"Oooh, could you teach me all the technical stuff, JJ?" I asked, fascinated by the prospect of learning that more creative side of the business.

"Sure! Matter of fact, we could do some photo essays. It's about time I published a coffee table book, anyway!" he said, excitedly showing his interest in something...for the first time since Lee had died. 

Maybe this would drag him out of his doldrums, I thought, hopefully. Three days later he came home acting like the energetic JJ of before.

"How would you like to go to Pohnpei?" he asked, his eyes shining.

"Where?" 

"Poh-na-pay," he articulated. In the Eastern Caroline Islands! It's the capitol of the Federated States of Micronesia!"

"Where's that?" I asked, having never heard of it.

"In the Southwestern Pacific. Back in the eighties I designed some buildings for the community college there. Met a native chief and he treated me like a god when the project was finished. They make dugout canoes and boats. I e-mailed him a couple of days ago in care of the college, and today he got back to me and invited us down for a couple of weeks...or longer if we want!"

"What about Andi?" I asked. "I traveled out of the country when I skated with the Ice Capades, but she's never been out of California."

"She'll love it! There'll be tons of kids to play with! And wait'll you see the place. They call it the 'garden island of Micronesia'! It's like Paradise! Tropical jungle, misty mountains, beautiful flowers, gorgeous women!"

I wondered if I'd have to keep him on a leash. But I changed the subject by asking, "Can we do some photo essays?" anxious to help him and learn what I hoped might be an exciting profession.

"Sure! Real National Geographic stuff!" JJ replied enthusiastically. "Let's start with some basics – lighting and portrait stuff – right after dinner!"

After we ate I put Andi to bed and joined JJ in the TV room, in my light blue robe and slippers. He'd already set up lights, reflectors and a bunch of cameras on tripods. He also set up a videocam and hooked it up to the box under the giant, flat screen TV. He was humming to himself as he set up a plant on a stand. I hadn't seen him this interested in anything in months, and his growing excitement was infectious. I asked him playfully, "Want me to model?" and flashed my robe open and closed to show my body, naked except for panties.

"Uuuh...yeeaah!" He hesitated a minute. "But first let's start with the plant. I want to show you what different lights do. Tonight we'll use digital cameras, since we're not being really artsy, and monitor what we do on video!" 

An hour later we had dozens of pictures of the houseplant, taken with different lighting schemes...enough so that I'd learned the rudiments of color and intensity on static objects when we looked at them on the computer. I sat on the sofa and watched him, animatedly explaining what he was doing as he snapped away, and realized all over again the reasons that I loved him. At base, it was his almost childlike enthusiasm, his energy, and the ability to focus on what he was doing. I looked up at him and felt myself get moist as I entertained a few lewd memories. One was of he and I making love outdoors over five years earlier – before I was married to Mike – on a hot afternoon when he was all sweaty from building a backyard fence at the old house. Damn those pills he's taking! I thought to myself, wishing that he were his old horny self.

"Well, do ya' really want me to model?" I asked, again. 

"Hmm? Oh, sure, babe. Go make up your eyes. Put some gloss on your lips, an' bring out one of those dark green bed sheets. It'll make a nice backdrop for your fair skin and brown eyes."

I did as he asked, but removed my panties before returning to the TV room. I was feeling like a Jezebel, and wanted to tease him into fucking me tonight. "Do I look okay?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him, which looked very long, given the green shadow, brown mascara and liner I'd applied. My blush and gloss were pink, very close to the color of my lips...even my pussy lips. 

"Wow!" he said, as if seeing me for the first time. "You look great! Just sit on the edge of the couch, kind of at a 45 degree angle, and look straight ahead. I'll rig the lights for that position."

Halfway through his light rigging, he asked me to drop one shoulder of my robe, down over my right breast. "Like this?" I asked, showing him the inner swell of the breast on the left as well, without baring it.

"Fine," he said, and looked through the viewfinder. "Nope. Light blue doesn't get it with your strawberry blonde hair. Take off the robe, honey, and wrap the green sheet around you like a toga, but show your right breast like before."

In a second I'd done what he asked. "Where should I look, JJ?"

"Drop your head and eyes a little," he said. "I want to get the outline of your lashes...and some facial shadow...as if you were in deep thought. Look down at your nipple."

"Like this?"

"Perfect!" he said. "Now, let me put some of this on it."

"What is it?"

"Glycerin," he said, taking a small brush out of a bottle of clear liquid. "It's okay. It's edible. See." He dabbed a bit on his tongue. "It'll make your nipple shine when it's erect." 

"Why dontcha' just lick it, JJ?" I asked, devilishly.

He stopped and looked into my eyes with amusement. "Ginny. It's my policy never to get physically involved with my models," he said, wryly.

"Oh, right, JJ! Remember those shots you took of all those hot, half-naked babes that were on the walls of the old house? I'll bet you were fucking them! Where are those pictures, anyway?"

"Lee made me stash 'em when we moved here," he whispered, sadly, as he knelt down and sucked at my right nipple, which made me gasp as a pang shot to my pussy. My crotch was hot and wet by this time. 

"Lick the other one, JJ," I whispered, with my hand at the back of his head. He sucked for a few moments as I closed my eyes and groaned, at which he pulled away. All work and no play! He then carefully applied the glycerin with the camel's hair brush – which tickled and made me shiver – making both of my nipples stand out hot pink on my 34C tits.

"Now we'll take a couple of shots, then change position," he said, snapping a half-dozen.

"Can I see?" I asked, going to him so I could view the pictures he'd taken through the viewfinder. I'd let the sheet drop so was completely naked. "They look good! But, ya' know what I'd like? Lemme take some of you and me...ya' know...cuddling. I'll set up the cameras and lights, and you can advise me, okay?"

He sat on the sofa with a bemused smile, watching my nude body on the TV screen as I placed a camera on a high tripod over his right shoulder, focused down at his chest. I put another one on a low tripod just above knee height on the floor, focused on him where he was sitting. I then trained three filtered lights on him from different angles. 

"So, is my little Margaret Bourke White all ready?" he asked.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"Only the most famous woman photographer of the 20th Century," he said.

"Dunno. C'mere and take a look," I said, which he did, making a few lighting adjustments and attaching long shutter cables to the two cameras. "What're those for?"

"So we can snap from remote locations. If I'm not mistaken, you'll want to shoot us while we're...uuh...involved."

"Well, you've got a porn collection, JJ. I've seen it more than once. I just want to add to it. You know, something for our library," I said, coyly. I murmured this while pressing myself to him and running my hand up and down the ridge in his pant leg. He was already half hard! I discovered, and my stroking hand looked huge on the TV screen. Mmmm, this is gonna be fun! I thought, as I spread the dark green sheet over the sofa cushions.

"Here are the shutter cables. When you want to take a shot, just press the button on the appropriate cable," he said. "Always remember where the cameras are, and play to them."

"Okay. Let's tell a story with these shots," I said, slipping back into my bathrobe. "I'll be grooming my toenails, like this." I raised my leg to place my foot flat on the sofa, giving the camera near the floor a clear shot up my robe of my pussy. I snapped, there was a flash, and I asked him to look through the view finder to see if it was okay.

"Perfect," he said. "It even shows how wet you are, you little minx. See! On the TV screen!"

"Okay, JJ. Now come and stand in front of me, just so your pants show." I was making up the story as we went along. "C'mon, it's make-believe! I'll look alarmed, as if you were a neighbor or somebody – Mr. Smith! – who's walked in on me...after I've taken a shower." I clicked. "Now I'll touch your bulge" – click – "and draw down your zipper" – click – "and pull out your cock" – click. "JJ, you're almost hard!" I exclaimed, clicking again, and giving his growing dick a few strokes. "Mmmm...that's good. Now, take your cock and rub it on my lips while I look kind of surprised," I directed, snapping both cameras.

"I took a Viagra a while ago," he murmured. "Should I make like I'm forcing you?" he gasped, now pretty excited, his prick looking huge on the TV. 

"Yeah!" I said. "And call me...uuh...Miz Jones! I'll submit...gradually...then I'll get into it, 'cuz underneath my innocent exterior, I'm just a slutty little housewife who loves to suck strange cocks." I'd felt this way on a number of occasions at our swingers' meetings, I reflected, as he opened my mouth slightly by squeezing my cheeks with his fingers. I clicked the cameras again, and again, as his glans slid into my mouth, with my tongue providing a trough for his now fully erect member. I dropped the robe from my shoulders so that it fell to the sofa, now displaying all of my naked body to the video camera.

"Oooh, Ginny...Miz Jones...this is so hot. I haven't been...turned on like this...in months! Mmmm!" he moaned, turning his head and craning his neck toward the TV.

"Ooohh, that's goood, sweetie. You're all shiny! Like with the glycerin!" I beamed, gaining my breath as I looked up at him and seeing that he was covered with my glistening saliva. 

"Nnngh...yeaaah. Looks...feels...incredible," he grunted, as I put one shutter release behind me and reached for his cock with one hand to guide him deeply, first into my mouth, then my throat. I snapped several shots on the lower camera as he cycled in and out between my stretched lips.

As I did this, JJ threw off his shirt, dropped his pants and stepped out of them, and I pulled away, sliding his boxers to the floor. The video camera caught this action – and I saw that I was smiling – which was hardly realistic for a woman suddenly being surprised by a horny older neighbor. What the hell, I thought to myself, we'll edit the shots later, as I grabbed the other shutter release and clicked away as best I could while I was fucking JJ with my throat.

But I wanted so much more. My crotch was sopping, with my swollen labia dripping onto my robe as I sat on it. If it took pictures and a pornographic fantasy to turn JJ on like this, though, I'd certainly do it. But in addition to taking care of him – in keeping with my promise to Lee – I needed him inside me, thrusting mindlessly until he climaxed. In no more than a second that switch clicked inside my head again and I knew what I'd do.


Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 01



"JJ...Mr. Smith, sweetie...please fuck me," I whined, pulling off, looking up at him, and snapping a picture of my face with strings of saliva looping to his throbbing cock.

"Ungh...Gaawd...yeeaah...honey," he grunted, kicking away his loafers and peeling off his socks before dropping to his knees between my spread legs.

We didn't have to prepare. My pussy was open to him like a moist flower in front of his pulsing cock head, and my legs were splayed at right angles to my torso. I started to reach for him but didn't need to as, with one slow, practiced plunge, he filled me to my cervix.

"Yeeeaaahhh, JJ!" I cried, and threw one arm around his neck to draw him to me, snapping both cameras with the releases in my other hand. I tried to keep my wits about me, and click them at opportune times, but lost myself in our passion, revisiting in my imagination those earlier days when we'd rutted like animals. After several minutes of mewling and moaning, I gasped in his ear, "The cameras, darlin'...the cameras," coaching him as he'd done with me earlier. JJ grunted, moved his legs, and leaned back so that both cameras and the videocam could record our full bodies and the excited meshing of our organs. 

I lifted my legs high and relaxed totally inside so that he could slip past my cervix, but was content just to feel his spastic drilling into me in his quest for an orgasm. I knew it would be good for both of us, but wanted it to be truly superb for him. So, as I ground up against him I began whispering sporadically, "Cum in my mouth, honey...wanna taste your cum. Please cum in my hot mouth...in my hot mouth...wanna drink your cum...in...my...mouth," at which he groaned continually as he watched us to the side on TV. 

Then I came, howling as my fingers closed on the camera cable buttons, their flashes matching those behind my eyelids, as I had the best climax I'd had in months. When I ceased thrashing, JJ froze, pulled out of me, and looped an arc of cum up at my head, with the video camera catching it in mid-flight, which landed on my face. I quickly leaned forward and gulped down two mouths full of his steaming semen – clicking as I did so – then grabbed his cock, as he growled in completion, to play its spewing contents over my face, down my neck and all over my breasts.

JJ collapsed on me, limp, and I took one more picture from the lower camera of our panting, cum-laced bodies. The batteries in both cameras were now almost dead, but the video was still running, and I'd finished my first photo essay. "And that's the story of Mr. Smith and Miz Jones," I whispered, to his sated grin. I said a quick, silent prayer to Lee as I wiped off my face, hoping that she'd witnessed us and approved of the way that I'd cared for her husband. 

When we'd settled down, JJ reviewed the pictures and said, "Gawd, I love to watch you fuck, Ginny...whether it's in person, on TV or in pictures. Wish we'd had another couple with us! With me such a voyeur and you such an exhibitionist – I mean, if lecherous old Smith and slutty little Miz Jones act this way at home – how do you suppose we'll be when we get to the South Pacific?" 

I ignored the question, not even considering what the future might hold. I was very pleased, though, that we'd finally enjoyed ourselves privately...without any other people. And, I was also happy that he'd popped a tab of Viagra. We'd have to be careful that he used it only moderately on vacation. 

Part 2 

Our vacation started two weeks after JJ and I had revived our dormant sexual relationship, with the help of taking dirty pictures of ourselves fucking, as well as Viagra. Our outlooks on life generally had improved as well, three months after my loving mother and JJ's wife, Lee, had died. It was as if we'd been liberated from the past, and were experiencing a new beginning.

We flew to Honolulu, spending two glorious days and nights of shopping and fun before catching a flight to the island of Saipan in the Western Pacific. We traveled lightly, with just two nice evening outfits and casual wear, since we planned to buy clothing in the islands. Our photo and video equipment, though, filled several sturdy cases. I hadn't read a guidebook on Micronesia – I'd only found it on a map – so JJ filled me in on details about Pohnpei as we took a small, two-engine prop plane from Saipan to Kolonia, the island's main town. The co-pilot and crew chief, Tony, a cute Mediterranean-looking guy about my age, spent some time with us and provided stories of local color. I'll bet these pilots lead exciting lives, I thought, as I checked him out, dressed as he was in navy blue shorts and a short-sleeved, white pilot's shirt with insignia. Our three-year-old daughter, Andi – born from my incestuous coupling with JJ – had been a dream child during the entire trip, unlike other kids on the flights whose parents found discipline hard to impose, and was now being bounced on Tony's knee as he talked to me. Of course, JJ and I had been proper parents and had abstained from sex, since Andi had been with us constantly since San Francisco. My body reminded me of that abstinence with a few horny pulses as I looked over at Tony's glowing smile and healthy, tanned body.

"Pohnpei has been occupied by Spain, Germany, Japan and the USA for over 400 years," he informed me. "The gene pool, blended with all those strains, has produced some indescribably beautiful people, as you'll see."

"Besides building canoes and boats, what do they do?" I asked. 

"You ought to visit the two cultural centers to get educated. But, there's a lot of traditional dancing, singing, handicrafts, weaving, fishing, drinking and eating," he said. 

"They're also among the most physically sensuous people on earth," JJ chimed in.

I hoped that I wasn't going to have to act as JJ's chaperone while we were there, but I put the thought out of my mind. "Is it like Saipan? That place was depressing...barren and rocky," I asked.

"No, it's like Paradise," said JJ. "We'll be staying in the Chief's village, 45 minutes outside Kolonia. It's been kept very traditional, but everything runs by electricity, and they've got all the modern amenities. Otherwise it's got mostly thatched roof bungalows, garden showers, fantastic views...you'll love it."

"What about Andi?"

"She'll have about fifty baby sitters," he said, smiling. "It's a matriarchal society, with kids raised communally in their own compound. The men and women stay apart during the workday, but get together at night to eat and party. It's a hierarchal social order, with canoe builders at the top tier. In the Chief's village, the last queen – a white American woman – died many years ago. She'd been there since World War II, so when he dies I assume they'll select another queen." 

"Is there...marriage?...as we know it?" I asked.

"In a loose kind of way," he responded. I got the uneasy feeling that he wasn't telling me everything. "The Chief has several wives."

Great, I shuddered to myself...a man's dream. How was I going to keep old JJ from "going native," with Andi and me being treated as loose change?

The small puddle-jumper in which we were flying did a sudden banked turn and I looked out the nearest window. Below us was a green, almost circular, island dominated by a single, verdant mountain, with a river running down its slopes and a small town accompanied by an airstrip at its base on the shore of a lagoon. "Is that it?" I asked. "It's so small!"

"It's thirteen miles wide, Ginny, and 2900 feet high, with everything you'll need for the next couple of weeks or so!" said JJ, excitedly.

We bid Tony goodbye, told him we'd see him in a couple of weeks, and, as the plane's door swung open, I was hit by a sweet and sour stench and a blast of humid heat that I'd never before experienced. "What's that smell?" I asked JJ.

"The jungle, babe, mixed with the salty trade winds...the smell of Paradise!"

Thank God I'd dressed appropriately, given the heat...just shorts and a halter top. As we descended from the plane, a shiny red, crew cab pickup was racing toward us, its sides custom-painted with pictures of exotic, brown-skinned women rising from the sea. On each door was an over-large painting of an older, Polynesian-looking man, perhaps in his sixties. It looked as though someone on the island was a superb portrait painter. In the back of the truck there was a motorcycle.

"Here's the royal chariot! That's the Chief's face on the doors," said JJ, as the vehicle skidded to a stop next to the plane.

A handsome young man, over six feet tall with dyed blond hair, naked to his brown waist and covered only with a flowered wrap from low on his hips to his knees, called out, "You're Jay?"

"That's me!" said JJ.

"I'm Sam, the Chief's driver," he said, shaking JJ's hand and grinning broadly down at me. His eyes quickly scanned my body in an appreciative way. "Your stuff?" he asked, pointing to our bags and equipment cases.

"That's it," said JJ. At that the boy, perhaps twenty years old, began loading our baggage. I was amazed at the way he effortlessly lifted the heavy equipment cases, showing rippling brown back and shoulder muscles on his vee-shaped torso as he loaded the pickup's cargo bed. When he'd finished, he opened the truck's rear passenger door and bowed dramatically for Andi and me to enter. I scooped my daughter up and sat her on the back seat, then stepped on the running board. The flip-flop on my foot slipped and I almost fell to the tarmac, but Sam caught me around the waist with his strong hands and lifted me up onto the seat. I immediately noticed that his hands lingered on my tummy, then slipped slowly away, as I reached for the seat belt. 

"Thank you," I muttered, impressed with his manners but uneasy with his caressing touch on my flesh, as JJ got into the front passenger seat. Sam's dyed blond hair and light eyes made him look very unusual, but what did I know of people from the Pacific islands? Such rich, dark, unblemished skin, I thought. Must be a blend of the island's German genes.

After customs and document stamping, on the way back Sam kept up a running conversation with JJ. "Where're ya from?" he asked.

"Near San Francisco," replied JJ.

"Yeah? Know anybody in L.A.? Reason I ask is, I wanna go there 'n' try to get into movies!"

"Tough to break into," said JJ. "You from Pohnpei?"

"Yup, born in the college clinic in Kolonia. My mom was a hippie chick who came here in the eighties, fell in love with the place, and got knocked up! Oops, sorry," he said, looking back at me. "Never knew who my father was. She stayed 'til I was 18 – I'm a half-breed – then moved back to Hawaii. Too primitive for her here."

"What do you do?" asked JJ.

"Go to the college, majoring in art...and girls, mostly," he beamed, laughing loudly as JJ smiled at the remark. "I painted the Chief's truck!" he said proudly. "Do artwork for the tourists, work in the video rental store part time, and run errands for the Chief, 'cuz he can't drive. When I'm not drivin' I'm ridin' my motorcycle...the one in back."

"You're an entrepreneur," said JJ.

"That's me!" Sam replied, as we sped away from the airport, down a two lane road into the dense jungle. 

It was mid-afternoon when we arrived at the village – a stroll away from a beautiful nearby beach – after a harrowing ride. I thanked God under my breath that we'd made it alive, given Sam's crazy driving. The whole village, a couple of hundred people it seemed, had turned out to welcome us, all arrayed behind the beefy Chief, who stood at the central apex of the throng. Sam unloaded the truck, winked and gave me a flirty "thumbs-up," and left us in the center of the village. 

The Chief had raised his large arms when JJ had gotten out of the truck, and they'd embraced in a gesture of true, though comical, affection, since the Chief was many inches the shorter of the two...about my height of 5'4". They said a few words that I didn't hear and JJ gestured for me to come forward. I pulled Andi by the hand toward them and the entire crowd of people reacted with a low, murmuring moan. I self-consciously flipped my long hair back over one shoulder – I'd let it grow so it was now down past the middle of my back – and again the people gasped. They must not see many strawberry blondes down here, I told myself, feeling their curious eyes.

The Chief watched me approach with an unblinking stare, his hands on his hips, and I did a small curtsey before him, still holding Andi's hand. "This is Ginny...and her daughter, Andi," said JJ.

The Chief approached me with open arms and I expected a bone-crushing hug such as the one he'd given JJ. But, instead, he clasped both of my hands in his rough palms – extremely gently – and said, "Audra."

"It's Ginny, Chief," said JJ, which was ignored.

"You...Audra," he said, looking deeply into my eyes. Then he turned to the crowd of villagers and said loudly, "Audra!" and pointed back to me. 

The entire assemblage of dark-skinned men, women and children sighed a breathy, collective, "Audra," and swept around us as if they were currents eddying around a rock on the seashore, touching, stroking my hair, arms, even between my legs...any part of my pale white skin that was bare. I didn't notice anyone of mixed blood here, and had never felt so overwhelmed, even when I'd been applauded by an audience of hundreds, years before in the Ice Capades. For some reason these native people liked me...a lot. Was it because Andi's so cute? I wondered. She was now hoisted on the shoulders of a young teenage girl, giggling, or perhaps they revered JJ's architectural genius. I just didn't know. In any case, I was tired, needed a shower, and both Andi and I needed a nap. I told as much to JJ, who muttered a few words to the Chief. 

We were housed in a small two-room bungalow, made of thatch on a mahogany frame. There was a garden shower and toilet out back, enclosed on three sides for privacy. All the furniture was raffia or bamboo. The beds were huge pallets covered with raffia mats, on which Andi and I napped for a couple of hours while JJ relaxed with the Chief. After a shower I put on new clothing I'd bought, an aqua, clasp-backed bra top with spaghetti straps, with a flowered, sarong type skirt that opened quite high in the front. JJ had advised well when we'd shopped in Honolulu, since the costume seemed to blend right in with those worn locally. Being a toddler, Andi didn't need a top, so was free to run about in a pair of shorts like the rest of the little kids. On our feet were typical flip-flop sandals. 

I was curious about JJ, so decided we should look for him. Sweeping aside the mat that covered the front door opening, I almost ran into a boy of perhaps twenty – or young man, since age seemed so difficult to tell with our hosts – who was standing outside. I said, "Oh, excuse me," and walked around him. 

He was maybe 5'10" tall, well muscled, very brown, with a shock of straight, well-trimmed black hair. One could almost swim in his deep brown eyes. He backed away and bowed slightly, seeming almost to blush when I spoke to him, as he averted his eyes shyly from mine. Slung low on his hips was a black wrap that showed a yummy taut abdomen, the skirt-like material extending to his knees but scooped up in front, as with all the villagers. He was strikingly handsome, with a finely cut facial structure and narrow nose, and I must admit to a quickening of my pulse as I glanced over his chiseled build. Then he smiled and...I felt light-headed at the gorgeous white-toothed grin that split his features. "I am Leiuanu," he said, "son of Chief." 

"Ginny," I said, stiffly holding out my hand for him to shake. He looked like a dark, Asian/ Spaniard mix.

"Audra," he said, bowing again and grasping my small hand softly in his much larger ones. "I guard you."

"Oh, thanks," I said, distractedly, and walked toward where JJ and the Chief were relaxing in hammocks a hundred feet away on a lanai in front of the Chief's bungalow, tended by a handful of beautiful island girls in skimpy traditional dress. I glanced over my shoulder at the boy I'd just met as we walked, and his eyes were all over me. He bowed again slightly. On our way, six little girls between the ages of about ten and fourteen came up, grabbed Andi by the hand, and ran away, all of them giggling her name. It would take a while for me to accept so many baby sitters, but my daughter wasn't at all shy. 

As I approached the Chief's lanai, a beautiful teenage girl brought a bamboo raffia chair on which I sat, as JJ and the Chief complimented me on my costume. The girl was stunningly gorgeous, with straight black hair to her waist – perhaps sixteen I thought – her willowy curves covered by a single, orange and white flowered sarong, clinging to prominent breasts and scooped up high in front like mine. She brought me a mahogany cup filled with something.

"It's sakau, Ginny, the traditional Pohnpeian drink made from kava. It's pretty strong, so be careful." His words were slurred and eyes slightly glazed, testaments to what he'd just said. I took a small sip, which warmed my insides immediately. It tasted...green...and peppery, not at all like other liquors I'd had. I flashed back to when I'd had drunk absinthe, which had driven me sexually crazy during an orgy in California a year or so before, and vowed to heed his words.

The chief was expansive. "Audra!" he said with laughter, "you teach me Mer'kuh!" 

English was obviously his second language, so I didn't know what he meant immediately, but surmised that it had something to do with the States. Anxious to be agreeable, I nodded and gushed, "I'd be happy to, Chief!"

He looked at JJ and laughed broadly, "Happy! She happy!" and dissolved into tipsy giggles. 

Then, he looked at the seashore and saw something he didn't like. Grunting, he got up, excused himself by putting his hand on JJ's shoulder, and paced with authority to where some young men, including his son, Leiuanu, my "guard," were working on a canoe. He upbraided them for about five minutes about something. 

In his absence I asked, "Who's Audra, JJ? Everyone calls me Audra."

"Lieutenant Junior Grade Audra Jones, U.S. Navy flight nurse," he replied. "Sole survivor of a plane crash here in 1943, when the Japanese controlled Micronesia. The Pohnpeians patched her up and hid her in a cave on the mountain 'til the end of the war. She stayed after that and became their queen. Never had children of her own. The Chief – who's over 60 – is one of her adopted younger 'cousins'."

Miz Jones? What a coincidence, I thought, wryly, having the same last name as the one I'd chosen when JJ and I had photographed ourselves fucking a couple of weeks previously. "But why do they think of me as 'Audra'?" I asked.

"Because you're the spitting image of her, you little devil. And you told me you were half Greek," he said, teasingly. "When the Chief gets back, he'll show you some pictures."

I spent the next few minutes snapping shots with the digital camera I'd brought with me, and took one of the Chief as he was returning. When he reached us he invited us inside and led us to a shrine-like display on one wall. In the center of the display there was an excellent, large, painted portrait of a white woman in her early twenties, with full, naked breasts and a petite build, with strawberry blonde hair and dark brown eyes. 

"Audra," said the Chief, reverently, gesturing to the pictures, and put his palms together, bowing slightly. 

I was stunned. The face looking back at me from the portrait was a mirror image of my current self, right down to the dozen pin-sized freckles scattered across the bridge of my nose. "Ooohhh, JJ," I gasped, grabbing his forearm. The Chief then pointed out many framed, black and white snapshots, all yellowed with age. They showed the young woman in various garbs, a few in regulation khaki with her silver bar of rank, coupled with shorts, and several others with her in native dress, accompanied by Pohnpeians of the time. There were also pictures of her as she aged, the final one showing her gray-haired and in her sixties. 




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 01



"She was lovely, just like you, honey," JJ whispered.

We could have been twin sisters, I thought. My body was more developed, particularly my hips and legs since I'd skated professionally, yet the similarity was extraordinary. I started to say something to JJ, but the Chief suddenly embraced me from behind, gently running his hands all over my upper torso and breasts, down my bare midriff, over my hips, forward to my crotch, then to my muscular thighs. His touch was among the most tender I'd ever felt from anyone – male or female – and my breath caught in my throat. "Audra," he whispered into my ear, as his palms stroked my high butt and thighs..."Audra."

I was dumbstruck. "JJ, what should I do?" I whimpered, my knees beginning to shake as goose bumps broke out all over my skin.

"Turn slowly, smile, and place one finger on his lips. It's a gesture of affection," said JJ.

I did so, and the Chief released me, beaming, then escorted us outside, where I grabbed my cup of peppery sakau and took a couple of gulps, which numbed me almost immediately...and cooled off the nervous fluttering in my lower belly. We sat for a while, with JJ doing most of the talking, until the Chief announced that there would be a feast in our honor that night. Before that, though, he wanted us to see a canoe that his son and the boat builders had nearly finished. 

We strolled toward the beach and, under a thatched roof sat a single, hollowed out breadfruit tree shaped like a sleek boat, with one outrigger. The 20 foot hull's finish was silky smooth, all done with hand tools and sharp seashells, JJ told me, with the outrigger's members lashed together with coconut husk fibers. The Chief's son, Leiuanu, and his work mates quickly shied and backed away reverently so that we could inspect their work. As I rubbed the smooth, unblemished side of the hull wonderingly, I looked up at the handsome young man and he immediately dropped his eyes, either out of bashfulness or respect, I didn't know which. Regardless, I enjoyed his reaction and thought – no, felt – a profound gentleness, which I wanted to experience further. I snapped a picture of him with the canoe, which caused some teasing from his fellow boat builders. 

"How long have they been building these?" I asked JJ.

"Oh, maybe 4,000 years," he said, off-handedly. "These people were the world's first great ocean navigators, when all Europeans did with water was get sick from it."

By the time the feast began it was dark, and a huge fire had been built, where animal carcasses were being roasted. Women were segregated from men but, out of deference to us as guests, Andi was allowed to stay with me. She quickly lost interest, though, having made many little girl friends during the afternoon, and was soon running around with them. There was one rather mature girl, about 14, whose word was law with the children, so my worried parental feelings were soon lessened. Sakau could have had something to do with it, since I now felt relaxed and carefree...almost childishly happy...for the first time since Lee had died.

JJ and the Chief sat in reclining basket chairs across the fire from me. They were attended by the gorgeous 16-year-old in orange and three other girls who looked slightly older, all of whom could have been poster models for South Sea island tours. I was accompanied on my side of the fire by many women – several of them pregnant – aged 16 to 60. One girl, Muana, who attended the community college, had been assigned to me as my guide, apparently, and was seeing to my every need. 

As I picked at a brimming platter of delicious food brought from somewhere, stacked with meat, vegetables and a breadfruit and yam concoction like mashed potatoes, I asked her about the scrumptious meat. "It is dog," she said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And I guess it was natural...to her. Knowing what I was eating, however, gave me an immediate visceral reaction and I almost gagged. I had noticed a lack of canine pets in the village. After another sip of sakau, though, my initial revulsion faded. That, and the fact that – in my reclining basket chair – I was being groomed by a slight, teenage girl. She was brushing my hair, stopping only to stroke my body, above my bra-top and all over my shoulders and arms, with what I now considered "the Pohnpeian touch." As her smooth fingers fluttered over me, I suddenly realized what JJ had meant when he said these were among "the most physically sensuous people on earth." 

That's when the dancing began. I'd been sipping sakau for hours, which had a narcotic effect on me, my hair glistened in the firelight from several hundred brush strokes, my body was relaxed beyond measure, and I was ready for entertainment. Drums sounded and single-stringed instruments twanged, and two lines of dancers emerged from the darkness to face one another on each side of the fire, young men in one, young women in the other. 

"These are eligible, but unbetrothed, mates," Muana said to me. I noticed that Leiuanu, the Chief's son, was at the center of the male line. He was, to me, the most appealing of all the attractive young men in the assemblage. 

There wasn't much art to the dancing. For minutes, the men shuffled slightly to one side, then the other, while bringing their fisted hands and arms up across their chests. In contrast, the women – girls, really – shook their hips in a jerky fashion and moved their fisted arms forward and backward at about shoulder height. It was an obvious physical reference to the sex act, but there wasn't a hint of the gentleness that I'd experienced for the past few hours. As the young people danced, I noticed that Leiuanu was looking at me every chance he got, as were several of his male companions. I smiled at each to acknowledge what were obvious solicitations of my approval. 

At the climax of the dance, the men began to chant roughly, which sounded like grunts. As they did this they thrust their hips forward in rapid-fire succession which, to me, appeared to be an orgiastic fucking motion. "They are now up the mountain...and into the cave," muttered Muana next to me, as I noticed each man had at least a partial erection swelling the front of his flowered groin wrap. As the men thrust, the women responded by shaking their hips tremblingly and began wailing an eerie sound that could only mean climactic sexual joy. Both grunting and wailing sounds reached a crescendo and stopped, as the two lines of dancers finally dropped to the ground, then rose quickly and ran off into the shadows. I imagined vividly what was at that moment going on under the sheltering fronds of the breadfruit and palm trees surrounding the village...and I felt hot...sticky between my legs.

But I felt that only for a moment. Surprise, then shock, then anger, hit me as I looked across the fire, since three girls had converged on JJ. The giddy smile on his face showed that he'd obviously let himself be taken by them. Two girls had their hands under his unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt and were stroking him all over his chest and shoulders. Another fantastically beautiful older girl had straddled him on his basket chair, was holding onto his shins, and doing what at first looked like a lap dance. Next to him, the Chief was watching approvingly, but exhorting the girl to show more enthusiasm...or inventiveness. I noticed then that it wasn't a dance at all. JJ hadn't worn underwear beneath his traditional wrap, and I glimpsed his shiny cock disappearing into the shadowy furrow between the girl's legs. The ecstatic look on her closed-eyed face and the sound of her soft, high yelps meant only one thing. As had happened so often back in the States, a new little trollop had seduced my man, and he was enjoying it...but without me!

I rose to my feet, staggering because I was drunk, which nearly pitched me into the fire, as I shook off Muana's restraining hand. Marching around the flames to JJ's chair, I spat, "JJ! Stop that immediately!"

The girl who was fucking him grew round-eyed, pulled off of him and ran away, frightened. The other two shrank back, afraid of my jealous wrath. JJ looked up at me and said, "Don't do this, Ginny!" which was lost on me since I'd already spun on my heel and stalked toward our bungalow.

I heard the Chief say to JJ, "She no Audra," then he shouted to me, angrily, "You no Audra!" 

I cried to myself in misery for the next few hours, asking myself why I'd come here, wondering where my baby was, and feeling ashamed at the drunken reaction I'd displayed in front of so many kindly, innocent witnesses from another culture. I said a quiet prayer to Lee, apologizing for screwing things up. I feared, also, that JJ would have a lecture for me when I awoke.

Part 3 

"You offended the Chief, Ginny," said JJ, as I rubbed sleep from my eyes the next morning. "You'll have to make amends."

"Why? That little girl was fucking you!"

"She's not little. She happens to be 18," he corrected. "Think of all of them as 18. Those girls were gifts to me from the Chief. The one who was entertaining me wants to become an architect. It was an honor for her to be with the man who designed the buildings where she goes to college." 

"Be with you? Is that what she calls it? Why not be with me? C'mon, right here...now...fuck me!" I realized that I sounded like a harridan, but I was so pissed off...as well as horny. We hadn't made love since before we'd left California. 

"Relax, kiddo. We'll have sex. I brought my Viagra! But remember, this is a different culture. You've got to be more understanding! Because of your outburst, we won't see the Chief this morning. To settle ruffled feelings, you and I'll go to Liduduhniap waterfalls and have a picnic...maybe do some hiking. But when we get back this afternoon I want you to – you must – apologize to him. And later tonight...he wants to be with you."

"Well, isn't that convenient," I said, sarcastically. "The price of breaking off your piece of ass last night is me fucking that horny old savage!"

"I'm horny too...in my mind! And old, too, Gin," said JJ, almost apologetically. "Besides, he's invited me to be with you two, which is customary. You're a gift."

"Great! My old man gives me to another guy...and gets to watch!" I gasped, disbelieving what he'd said. Ambivalently, I'd thought this vacation might get us away from our lurid group sex trysts! Besides, didn't I have a say in this?  

"It's not that we haven't done this before, hon...watched each other I mean." His face softened and he looked away slightly. "Anyway, you know it really turns me on to watch you fuck somebody else."

"Jeezus," I exclaimed. "Can't you forget that damned swingers' club?" Would I ever have a nice, conventional relationship with this man? I knew I wouldn't, of course, nor did I deserve one...or even truly want one. Had that been my goal, I realized, I could've stayed married and remained a frustrated religious zealot. Instead, being a slut with JJ watching wasn't new to me. I was every bit as lewd as he was. So, accepting the inevitable, I conceded, "Well, if I have to do it, to preserve the Chief's fragile ego...and to turn you on, of course I will! But he doesn't appeal to me at all! And, I'm gonna have a lotta drinks before I become his ceremonial whore!" 

"Think of it as doing something for the village, Gin, for his people. His authority was openly challenged last night," said JJ. 

"Yeah, well, you'll owe me big time for this, JJ," I warned, threateningly. Never in the entire time that I'd known him had I spoken this harshly to the man I loved so deeply. "You better take a Viagra tonight, too, 'cuz I'm gonna need some of you after I screw that old fuck!" 

After I cooled off I saw Andi briefly, she hugged me, then went running after her little playmates, under the tutelage of their primary teenage mentor. An enterprising nanny from here could make a mint back in the States, I thought, maternally, as I saw the young girl shepherd along 20 kids at a time. 

My anger with JJ had faded as we drove the Chief's truck to the falls, fed by the Nanpil River coursing down the mountainside. We hiked into the jungle from a large natural pool at the base of the falls and I became fascinated with all the species of plants and wildlife. We ate a lunch we'd packed, leftovers from the feast the night before, and I purged myself of a lot of frustration.

"I feel that I'm losing you, JJ," I said. "This vacation is only making it worse, since we're seldom alone. I need your...your love so much...more than ever before. And when I see someone else getting it, I go crazy." I wished that I had the guts to admit I was not only horny but, ambivalently, 

– due to our swinging activity of the past year – kinky sex had also become an obsession. 

"I'm getting old, kiddo. It's only a matter of time before all I do is drool over dirty pictures of you. Hell, I do that now!" he said. "You need to look ahead...get some young buck who can satisfy you. Remember, I told you this would probably happen when we first met, years ago."

"You just need some kinks, JJ?" I responded. "You know I'll do almost anything for you." 

"Yeah, I know...". Then, letting the subject drop, he said, "Let's get back to the village and apologize to the Chief for last night's gaff."

Back at the village I again saw Andi briefly, but she was with her new friends, and quickly ran off with them. Then JJ and I trudged over to the Chief's bungalow, with the eyes of the entire village on us. JJ announced us at the entrance, and we were shown in by yesterday's beautiful teenage attendant, who today was wearing a dark green and white flowered sarong. The Chief was sitting in the darkened hut in front of Audra's wall of pictures, and motioned for us to sit in two chairs in front of him. We sat and he looked at me from under a furrowed brow, his black eyes glaring. 

"I want...to apologize...for last night, Chief," I said, haltingly.

He looked at me impassively, not understanding.

"I am sorry," I said, and his features softened.

JJ reached over and squeezed my hand. I looked at the floor and then back up at the Chief, saying, "I'd be happy to make it right for you," and got up to place a finger on his lips.

He then grinned and said, "You be happy?" He pronounced it "hop-py."

I nodded, smiling with genuine relief, and he jumped to his feet, grabbing my hands gently and looking into my eyes. "You be...happy?" he repeated.

I nodded again, saying, "Yes."

He clapped his hands, drew back the mat covering the front opening to the room and shouted to the entire village, "Audra be happy wi' me!"

I heard cheers of acclaim from outside, and everyone seemed relieved, including JJ.

"We feast!" he exclaimed.

Hmm, any excuse for a party, I thought. Good...I'll need a lotta drinks – as I'd told JJ in the morning – which I began consuming early, after which we had a delicious meal. It was a different sort of party – less formal than the night before – but every bit as festive. Torches had been placed outside the entrance to our bungalow, which signified to me that our rooms probably would be the site of my sexual penance. 

At some point the Chief rose, slapped his upper arms with both hands, and everyone rose with him. Muana, again, was with me, helping me to my feet, since I'd finished several cups of sakau and was feeling no pain. JJ and two of the three girls who'd been involved with him the night before – I hadn't seen the one who'd been fucking him – plus the Chief's gorgeous attendant, came along and we entered our bungalow. The mat covering the entrance was left open, and Leiuanu stood outside, performing his duty as my guard. The young man had avoided looking me in the eye the entire evening, and I felt that a bond of understanding had been formed with him as this customary rite was being played out. After all, any of the villagers would be able to see inside our bungalow at the Chief exercising his authority with the woman of his white friend. Therefore, a "guard" outside – his son – seemed superfluous...certainly only ceremonial...almost perverse.

When we walked in, somehow it didn't surprise me that JJ had set up a videocam and several other digital cameras on tripods around the room. He'd obviously leapt at the opportunity to record the session. On the surface, he was taking our "photo essay" mission very seriously. Yet I was beginning to gauge his prurient motives. 

Two basket chairs had been set up at ninety degrees from one another on two sides of the large pallet that was to be our ceremonial, mat covered bed...one for the Chief, the other for JJ. The Chief sat in the one at the end of the bed. JJ stalked about, snapping pictures as the rite quickly unfolded. 

The three girls, excluding Muana, surrounded me and began murmuring, stroking and kissing me lightly, all over my upper body. My bra top was gone in a flash, which invited two young female mouths to my nipples – licking and sucking – causing me to cradle the backs of the girls' heads with my hands, inviting them to taste me more fervently...to suck harder. The other girl quickly unfolded my wraparound skirt and it dropped to the floor, causing the Chief to smile broadly as my sparsely trimmed blonde pussy came into view. It was then that the girls gradually lowered me to the bed, laying me on my back at its center.

I don't know how long my eyes had been closed, nor how long I'd been moaning. However long, when I glanced at the girls pleasuring me all I saw were three small, beautiful, brown teenage bodies whose mouths and hands were covering me with little nips, hummingbird-like licks and caressing strokes. My body was growing warmer...and warmer...and I knew that I'd be afire before the evening was over. 

Soon they changed position. One concentrated on my mouth, kissing me deeply, her tongue lapping throughout my groaning mouth. The two others squeezed my breasts and licked my nipples. The one kissing me then trailed a long lick down from my sternum, concentrating for a while on my navel, then plied my cuntal furrow until the tip of her tongue touched my clit. I quickly lowered my head and saw that it was the Chief's attendant, perhaps the most fetching girl in the village, licking my slit like an experienced lesbian and twisting her face sideways periodically so that the Chief could see her eating me. 

"Oooohhhh...Gaawwwwdd," I groaned, oblivious to anything but the easy, languorous pulses of pleasure that were overtaking me. This was not what I was used to. This was not love, American style. This was genius, borne of thousands of years of joyous, dedicated learning and sublime habit in an insular culture. I hardly noticed the Chief, who was now spreading wide my legs by the ankles to see the depths of my swollen red vagina, which must have been a signal to him, because he grunted.

I looked up in my delirium and saw Muana kneel before him, slip off his wrap, palm his genitals, and envelop his uncircumcised cock with her mouth. He exhaled audibly as she drew the long, purplish tube of flesh into her throat, stopping only at his kinky pubic hair. I was dimly aware of JJ snapping pictures and videotaping the entire proceeding. 

I don't really remember when I started cumming, because it began so gradually and took so long. I do remember one of the girls holding my hands above my head and me mewling orgasmically for maybe ten minutes as my cunt was devoured by the Chief's young attendant, while the other girls paid homage to the rest of my body. At the end of my protracted orgasm I was soooo mellow, and lay relaxed with my legs still open, now ready for almost anything. 




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 02



Read Chapter 1 to catch up. Here, Ginny's sexual odyssey continues.

My life hadn't really changed since we'd come on vacation. Regardless of the reasons, the night before I'd fucked the village Chief, with three of his female servants assisting, all to make up for a misunderstanding of local customs. And still, the only person I trusted was my widowed father, JJ, who was also the incestuous father of my three-year-old daughter, Andi. In the 48 hours since our arrival for vacation on the miniscule Pacific island of Pohnpei in Micronesia, I'd already been the recipient of a native's sperm, planted in me by a 60-year-old hereditary politician. Because of our original agenda to shoot photo essays, JJ had captured the entire episode on video and with digital cameras. 

We were up early and JJ informed me that we were spending the day visiting the ancient island city of Nan Madol, a stone fortress built around 500 AD on a reef southwest of the village. We were going by canoe, spending half the day snorkeling amidst the marine life, and swimming in the lagoon. As protection from the sun, I wore a long-sleeved blouse over my bikini top, and under my sarong of the day I wore my bikini bottom, just a thong. I clipped my hair back at the neck and covered my head with a straw hat, since it would be hot and windy on the way. Before leaving I spent breakfast with daughter Andi, who seemed not to be missing me at all, given her many new friends, aged 3 to 14.

We seemed to be flying over the waves. Using two outrigger canoes, I sat at the very back in the stern seat of one, with the object of my attention, Leiuanu, the yummy 20-year-old who was the Chief's son, at the front of the boat I was in, leading five other rowers at first. Then, he relinquished his seat at the bow and moved back to sit in front of me. I'd wanted him so much the previous night after fucking his father that, now being close enough to touch his broad, muscular back made me wet. As the trip went on, though, my fantasy cooled as each of the lead rowers exchanged seats to sit in front of me – as do geese in their long seasonal flights – in a marvelous display of energy-saving teamwork. JJ was in the other boat, with a similar crew of six, using his cameras as we plied the blue-green water. 

That morning the Chief's virile-looking son had told me that I could call him Anu, short for his full name. I watched him, excited, leading his canoe mates in the deep chanting that is the hallmark of Polynesian rowers as they plunge their paddles tirelessly into the earth's mother, the sea. Anu was back in the lead seat as we neared our destination, steering the boats through an opening in the ancient settlement's reef, with his back glistening in the sun. All of the boys' bodies seemed adapted to – or had profited by – this method of travel, since their bronzed upper frames fairly gleamed with the familiarity of their tasks, performed without a wasted motion, as we voyaged across the frothy chop. 

It had been years since I'd experienced such a feeling of giddy freedom, sailing along the water, and a lump formed in my throat. I hoped that Lee, my mother who'd died of cancer, was watching us from Heaven, and was approving of JJ's enjoyment. As well, I was selfishly relieved at having had a taste of sex the night before – even with the aged Chief, but especially with the lissome, brown girls and their hummingbird tongues – and was blissful at the fact that I felt so young, even as a mother at age 25.

We arrived in Nan Madol lagoon at mid-morning. The boys beached and moored the canoes – much to the curiosity of a boatload of tourists that had docked from the town of Kolonia – and Anu and I took off on a hike to the old stone temple. JJ wandered off to photograph the adjacent fort, and the other eleven of the boat crew set up large umbrellas on the beach, where we'd later have lunch. In the meantime, I discovered, they'd consume two large containers of sakau, the island's alcoholic beverage, since the Chief had given them the day off. They reminded me of American college guys during Spring break…swimming, whooping, drinking and carrying on.

"Why did your ancestors build here, Anu?" I asked.

"Worship gods," he said, pointing out the huge basalt rock blocks that had formed steps, walkways and the ruins of the temple.

"Which gods?" 

"Before be Isokelekel, boss warrior ruling all islands. Look," he said, pointing up the hilly slope to the spectacular Keprohi waterfall. "We go?" Anu asked.

"Sure," I agreed, grinning, "…we go." 

Several minutes later we were at the base of the slope, next to a clear pool, being sprayed by mists from the falls. Now alone with him, I stripped off my sarong and lay down on it, baring my tanning, bikini-clad frame to the sun…and to his eyes.

He sat a respectful distance away, looking off in the distance, smiling at his friends who were running drunkenly about, down on the beach fronting the lagoon. What a young gentleman! I thought. Here I am, nearly naked in front of him and wanting in the worst way to feel some physical…sensual…no, sexual contact, and he's amused by his buddies!

"Are you afraid of me, Anu?" I asked.

"No. You are woman of Jay. He no give you to me," he confessed.

So that was it! I needed to be a gift! Well, JJ, you old reprobate, later we'll have to strike a deal! I thought, wickedly. Gawd, I wanted to fuck this guy! 

I turned over on my laid-out clothing and handed Anu a tube of sunscreen. "Rub, please," I requested, wanting to feel his hands all over me. I didn't have to harbor this wish for long, since his magnificent, strong fingers began to gently massage the ointment into me from my neck to my toes. When he got to my butt I reached back and pulled the thong from my crack, mewling something invitingly, which prompted him to smear the slick goo between my cheeks and on my rectum. While he was in that vicinity I spread my legs further and arched my ass up to him, hoping that he'd reach between my legs and stroke my pussy. But, he didn't. He didn't! Patience, Ginny, I thought, my heart beating rapidly.

When he'd finished with my feet, I flipped over quickly, my breasts heaving underneath my string top, and gave him my most direct sexual invitation. "Now, Anu…do all of my front…please, Anu," and brought his slippery hands with mine to my breasts, squeezing them and gasping to show my enjoyment as I looked into his eyes. 

He stopped, applied more sunscreen to his palms, and worked down from my neck, impassively, as if my invitation had meant nothing. He covered my tits, squeezing my nipples under my string top with his fingers, then down my belly to my…yes! to my pussy!…yet bypassed it at the critical moment…to go below my crotch, then proceeded down my quivering, muscular thighs and calves to my toes. I was breathless from panting by the time he'd finished, and moaned from frustration as he leaned back to sit on his heels.


For what seemed like minutes – though was only seconds – we looked at one another, not saying a word, until his erection began to flag underneath his flowery native loin wrap. I'd never been in the company of any man who'd exercised such sexual restraint, nor had I ever been known to demonstrate the same. Finally, somewhat embarrassed, I gasped, "Let's go have lunch!" and I straightened my bikini before we rejoined JJ and our canoe mates down on the beach. My whole body was buzzing with desire, and I'd leaked what seemed like a cup of moisture into my dark green thong. 

I just nibbled at lunch, with JJ noticing my distraction. Under our umbrella, I was seated on a towel in front of him with my legs slightly spread. Finally he said, so that only I could hear, "Honey, maybe you want to do a little wading, 'cause I can see more than a little juice wetting your crotch. It'll keep the boys from getting overexcited." 

Well, dammit! I thought, I'd like to get them excited! My whole body's screaming for attention, and everybody's acting as if I'm not here! Okay, I decided, check this out, all you guys! I stood up, stepping into the sun, and leaned down to straighten my bikini top over my full tits.

The boys stopped their murmuring conversation as I turned around to look down at my butt, slowly brushing it free of sand that had adhered to the sticky sunscreen. The rear thong string had disappeared into the crack of my ass, but I wasn't about to pull it out. I had a tight, muscular body and I wanted them all to get an eyeful. I wanted them to be so excited that they'd spend the rest of the day and the whole night jerking off to my womanly image if they wanted to. I leaned over and cleaned my legs free of sand to my ankles, lewdly displaying my barely concealed pussy under my thong. With that, I started to stroll toward the placid waters of the lagoon and heard an audible exhalation as a dozen young, virile males released their collective tension.

I knew how to be sexy when I walked. For over a year of professional skating in the Ice Capades I'd focused on stimulating audiences sensually by shaking my booty. That had been the whole point. So, I gave my brown, youthful audience a show as I strolled slowly, pointy-toed, to the water's edge. I rolled my hips – my taut butt cheeks – as I took dainty steps on the hot sand, all the while my shoulders-back posture drew stares from white tourists on the beach…most of whom appeared to be tit and ass-watchers. 

I waded into the very warm water and it rose to my knees, then my crotch, then up to my breasts, then my shoulders. I quickly dipped my head under the water and was suddenly surrounded by a frothy, silvery mass, pressing into me from all sides. My earlier calculated strategy immediately left me and I panicked. I was being attacked by millions of little fish! I flew up out of the water and screamed, prompting Anu to sprint into the lagoon and swim after me. 

The water was boiling! There must have been billions of them! Little silvery fish less than three inches long were everywhere, nipping at every bit of my skin that was under the water! They were even under my suit, especially the thong, but also under my top, kissing at my nipples! Yes…they were kissing at me, not nipping…and…it felt…so good! Better – a dozen times more powerfully sensual – than any Jacuzzi I'd ever felt!

By this time Anu had reached me and lifted me effortlessly in his arms. I wrapped one arm around his neck and giggled, my panic vanishing. "You saved me, Anu!" I said, now embarrassed at my public display of fright. "It's okay…you can put me down," I said, which he did, and I faced him with the water lapping at my chin. The millions of little fish resumed their incessant kissing, and I spread my legs under the water – pulling aside my bikini thong in front and back – and let them have their way with me.

"You okay?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

"Ooohhh…yesss," I gasped, as I reached out to grasp his forearms under the water to hold up my rubbery legs so that the kissing throng could continue their gentle massage of my excited clit and rectum. I leaked pussy juice that they devoured without pause, and the fishy swarm also picked at microscopic tastes in my butt crack, as I plead to Anu, "Hold…still…Anu…still…Anu." Their countless little mouths soon brought on the first numbing rush of an orgasm. It started at my clitoris and its tendrils slowly enveloped my whole body until I was moaning and trembling. "Anu, ooohhh, yesss, I'm…I'm cumming…Anu…cumm-mming…Anu, cu'…cu'…Anu…Anu…Anu," I gasped continually, as the millions of my little sea-borne friends nibbled my entire being to a very quick climax. 

Anu grabbed my arms and held me firmly until I went limp, finally regaining enough energy to walk back to shore with him. I saw JJ smiling and placing his camera back in its carrier as we returned. Apparently he'd captured the entire episode on film, with my wet blonde hair flailing in the sun as I'd reached orgasm and all on shore – including tourists – had watched. I felt shy, deflated and blushing as I walked through the crowd of lounging boys, quite a bit less arrogantly than when I'd gone into the water.

"Guramu," Anu said quietly to them, and they nodded knowingly, murmuring, guramu.

I sat back down under the umbrella, momentarily relaxed from my sudden climax, and JJ said, "This is called – roughly translated – 'Lagoon of the Happy', Gin. When girls come of age, they're brought here to experience their first ceremonial orgasm…with the aid of the guramu fish…a rite of passage, and part of the village's adolescent training program."

"How civilized," I said, sincerely, with no sarcasm intended. If only Americans could deal with sex in such a straightforward fashion, I thought, we might – I might – be a lot less obsessed by it.

"Oh, forgot to tell you," he said. "Leiuanu agreed to do a photo session with us this afternoon in our bungalow. That reminds me, we'd better get back so we can escape the heat of the day out here. You're already turning pink and we don't want you to burn."

On the way back in Anu's canoe – wearing only my bikini – I covered myself with another coating of sunscreen, which I thought made me look shiny and sexy. I looked forward to the afternoon with growing excitement. 

Back at the village most of the people were sleeping, much as Latin American and Mediterranean peoples do when they take a siesta during the day's hottest hours. And it was hot! There wasn't a breath of wind. "It's just before monsoon season," JJ informed me. "We'll see some serious rain before we leave."

I didn't care, nor did I even want to contemplate leaving. After checking on Andi, I went back to the bungalow to prepare for the photo study with Anu. I now itched at what the afternoon might hold. While JJ and Anu talked inside, I went to the toilet and shower. I didn't want to wash off the look that the sunscreen gave me, so I just carefully cleaned inside my crotch area…and deeply into my anus. Running a broad comb through my hair, brushing it, then applying eye makeup for photographs, I was almost ready. I dusted with facial powder to absorb perspiration and stripped off my bikini, putting on a blue and white Japanese sleeping robe I'd bought in Honolulu. Now I was ready…for almost anything.

Back inside, JJ had changed clothes, and was now wearing just a pair of cargo shorts. Anu was naked to the waist, his low-slung groin wrap a colorful bright red with white flowers. Both of them were dripping with sweat, since the temperature was about 120°. "Any ideas, JJ?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Remember Smith, the old voyeur, and Jones, the horny housewife?" he asked, with a twinkle in his eye. I remembered the coincidence that my video character name – Jones – was the same as that of the almost mythical white American island Queen Audra. 

"Yeah, weeks ago when you 'trained' me the first time," I responded, recalling the first of our photo essays when we'd fucked in front of the cameras. I looked above the large bed and noticed that he'd mounted a camera on the cross beams overlooking it, with a long remote shutter cable strung out of range, and had set up others around the room, along with a videocam. A sharp pang stirred my pussy as I realized that he'd engineered this afternoon session with Anu. Apparently he'd made a "gift" of me to the young man. 

"Right," said JJ. "We'll take shots of you on your knees, gradually showing more skin, then of Leiuanu's body from his stomach down, then follow our noses from there. I'll make you up as we go along," he continued, bringing out a spray bottle of water and some glycerin. 

"Think we'll need it?" I asked. "We're already sopping in this heat."

"Gotta be prepared," he said, posing me on my knees and baring one of my shoulders and a breast from under my robe. I was already prepared. My crotch was moist again, just feeling the heat of Anu's legs next to me, as I knelt beside his standing frame. "Okay, Ginny, look down, thoughtfully," and he snapped a couple of shots. "Now, look dreamily over at his groin. That's it…lick your lips" – click – "now put your hand on his thigh." I did so and Anu inhaled audibly. I saw the prominent bulge at his groin pulse once. He was, however, very controlled, as JJ snapped a few more shots and sprayed Anu's lower belly with cold water. To the camera it looked as if he were dripping with sweat, but I'm sure the coldness shocked him momentarily.

"Now, slowly peel down his wrap, Gin…just one side of it…to show his cock…as you look up into his eyes." 

My hand shook slightly as I did so, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. I peeled down one side that covered him, and for the first time saw his magnificent member. Hanging in a downward loop, with a full foreskin covering its tip, was the most beautiful uncircumcised cock that I'd ever seen. It was very dark brown, unwrinkled except the hood over his purple glans, and full of healthy young flesh. It twitched as I scooted closer and maintained the same camera angle. "Like this?" I croaked, realizing that I hadn't breathed for half a minute.

"Perfect! Now move in front of his leg, that's it, pull away your hair, so his cock lays just over your shoulder, flaccid; well, it was flaccid," chuckled JJ. He snapped several pictures of our deeply contrasting skins, posed so suggestively. "Now look over at it, fondly. Wait a sec! Put some glycerin on it first, so it shines."

"Oh, JJ, why bother?" I asked, and thrust my face suddenly to the side, enveloping a few inches of Anu's purplish cock in my hot mouth. He groaned loudly and raised on his toes as I sucked at him, moving my head forward and backward a few times, then I pulled off of him to leave a trail of saliva linked from his glistening tip to my lips. Looking at JJ I asked, "Is it shiny enough now?"

Uuhh…yeah…fine," he mumbled. "Gotta get you to follow direction…," he continued, snapping away as Anu's fine staff filled completely with blood. The water we'd sprayed onto his stomach had combined into three long trails of perspiration that coursed down his belly to be lost in his kinky pubic hair. 

"Maybe we can just wing it from now on, JJ, dontcha' think?" I asked, shrugging out of my robe. "We'll do the modeling work…you do the photography."

"Just remember where the cameras are," he said, as I turned my attention to my young Micronesian lover, pulling his wrap quickly off his hips to finally marvel at his nakedness as the garment dropped to the floor. I finally had him! I wanted to devour him! As I'd imagined I'd do nights before, I kissed him all over his tight belly and moved my hand slowly up from his knees to his crotch, softly palming his scrotum. I was in a bigger hurry than I'd wanted to be for our first time. 

I rolled his large balls in the one hand and, with the other, reached up to stroke the firm, chiseled planes of his pecs down to his strong stomach. His balls continued to move in my palm, swimming in their ocean of hot semen, I imagined, as my other hand grasped his nearly hard staff, pulling back the silken foreskin to bare the crown of his purple glans. Holding back the foreskin, I began a sweet torture, first only breathing hotly around him, then flicking my tongue around the head, then closing my lips around his smooth meat, gradually increasing the speed with which I drooled on him. As I did this he released the pent-up air in his lungs in small, wracking grunts, sounding not unlike a small puppy when it's squeezed too hard. 

Finally Anu's knees began to tremble as I throated him. I pulled off of him quickly and gasped, "Lie down, baby," and he sank to the matted bed on his back, his beautiful cock pointed to the sky. I was on him immediately, straddling one of his legs with mine and rubbing my pussy in long measured strokes against his shin as I took him to his balls in my throat. He was nearly as long as JJ, but not as thick, and continually leaked a stream of excited, youthful liquid into my mouth as I sucked at him, hollowing my cheeks as I pulled back to the angry purple head. 




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 02



I wanted desperately to taste him…to swallow down his first load of cum…but was distracted as JJ whispered between loud snaps of a camera shutter, "Give me a cum shot, Gin…right at your lips. I want to see him shooting into your mouth as it runs down your hand."

I'll give you a cum shot, I thought, acknowledging his direction with a moan in my throat, but I'm gonna swallow the first pop. I wanted Anu to remember this blow job for the rest of his life…and I wanted to have a little cum with him, if I could. Then, with the edge taken off, we could do some serious posing for the cameras. 

I didn't have to wait long, as the brown young man began moaning, thrusting his hips up off the mat, and threading his fingers into my hair. I sped up my grinding against his shin so I could catch up with him, but suddenly he exploded in my mouth with a high groan, lifting his hips as his prick began pulsing between my lips. He filled my cheeks as JJ snapped away, and I swallowed. Then, holding Anu's cock on my tongue, just outside my lips, I let the rest of his copious load shoot upward, bathing my teeth and the entire inside of my mouth, then run out down my hand to my forearm. I tried to cum myself, but was so focused on the young man and his pleasure that it vanished from my mind. When JJ's camera had captured enough, I took long, slow mouthings to his pubic hair, followed by my hand, and milked out the remainder of his seed. 

When he'd caught his breath, I raised to my knees as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My clit was throbbing, and Anu sat up, grabbed me, and lay me gently on my back. I raised my legs high and apart and his cock, still rigid, slid into me to my cervix. I cried aloud, "Aaaannnnuuuu!" and closed my eyes for a moment, my face split in a blissful smile, as I threw an arm around his neck to pull his head down next to mine. Opening my eyes, I looked up and JJ's camera snapped various shots of my facial pleasure and Anu's back and head. Then he moved the camera aside – no more than a foot above my face – and looked straight down into my eyes as I arched my cunt up at my brown lover's surely plunging hips. "Ooohhh…JJ…thank yoooou," I said, as for minutes he watched this comparative boy, five years my junior, fuck me soundly. I mewled wantonly and continuously as JJ my love became JJ my voyeur – my most understanding witness – just inches away from my face. 

"Is it really good, honey? Have you found your young buck?" JJ asked, reminding me of what he'd told me I should do just weeks before. 

"Ohh…JJ…stop! I'm gonna…cuuu…cuuuummmm," I said, as sparks began to shoot from deep within me and my pussy began to tighten on Anu's cock which – to my delight – was still as hard as when I'd sucked him off. I pulled my legs back so my knees were nearly under my armpits and felt him hammer away at me until I screamed, "Cu'…cu'…awww, Gaaawwwd…cumm-mming. Cumm-mming!" until I nearly passed out, all the while JJ snapped away at us with another digital camera. 

I was so relaxed, and finally regained my breath, prompting Anu to raise his head and look at me, still moving his cock slowly in and out of me. I held his face in my hands and gave him a deep, cum-flavored kiss, tasting every nook and cranny of his sweet mouth with my probing tongue. It was our first kiss, and it was wonderful. "You happy?" he asked. Like father, like son, I thought, since his father, the Chief, had used the same words on our second day in the village.

"I'm very hop-py, my sweet Leiuanu," I said, emulating his pronunciation. "But let's do it this way," I murmured, moving so that we rolled to one side, still engaged, as I rolled further to be on top of him. I was sweating profusely by this time, with droplets splashing onto his face and neck, as I placed both feet flat astride his hips. I could now take all of him, into my womb if I chose; anything to receive a second load of his semen, I wished. "Squeeze me…here," I coached, bringing his hands up to palm my breasts, which he handled like two overripe pieces of fruit, plucking softly at my stiff, pink nipples with his fingers. 

I then began long, slow, slippery up, down and circular motions onto him, grasping him with my hot inner sleeve and delighting at the sweet agony on his innocent young face as my body swallowed his cock. His eyes opened roundly as I sat on him repeatedly, our wet pubic hair cushioning the easy impact, then closed blissfully as I slowly rose off of him to stop with just his tip inside my inner labia. We began to speed up, then increased our fusing, until we were both moaning softly.

"Stop!" ordered JJ. I froze in mid-stroke at his command. "I want four shots on the next cycle," he said, kneeling behind Anu's right shoulder.

I groaned and lifted nearly off of Anu, leaving his cock head just inside, and held my pose as JJ clicked, then slid down a couple of inches to stop, at which point he snapped another shot. Two more inches and another shot was taken, then I was down to his belly where I'd absorbed all of the boy's staff. I then sat there, grinding back and forth so that his penis stirred around deeply inside of me against my cervix, causing both of us to moan again.

"Now, Gin, rest on your knees. I'll shoot from both ends. Same drill…four shots in sequence," directed JJ.

I groaned, "Ooohh, JJ, you're driving me crazy!"

"Discipline, girl," he said, patiently. "This is for art."

Yeah, the art of pornography, I thought, cynically, as he scrambled around us, taking eight more of his obscene pictures.

"Now switch, Gin. Face his feet and do the same thing," he said.

I complied, complaining, since my excitement had been placed on hold, and JJ took several close-ups of Anu's cock splitting my swollen cunt as it grasped it, while I heard the zoom lens cycle in an out. In the back of my mind, I wondered how my young lover was responding to all of this, and felt sorry that he'd probably not been told that these cruel interruptions were part of JJ's "gift" of me to him. 

"Beautiful, kids," said JJ. "Now, Gin, on your knees. We'll do some basic doggy stills, then I want you to pull one leg way up – so your knee's nearly outside your shoulder – for some entry and exit shots. We'll try that with both legs."

"Gawd, JJ," I gasped. "We're getting tired and I just wanna fuck! What if Anu pops and goes limp?"

"He's an iron man, honey. Hasn't gone soft yet. I want a sloppy cum shot with one leg pulled up. You'll know what to do if he gets soft."

Yeah, Ginny the professional fluffer, I thought, remembering the term from porno flicks I'd seen. When we got to the leg-forward shots, JJ had more direction. 

"You're a little high for him, babe. Squat down a bit – that's it, bend your knee more – and thrust your butt up at him. That way we get that beautiful curve of your waist as it arcs up to your yummy ass. Mmmm…beautiful," he muttered, as the film camera's motor drive clicked away for full body pictures as well as close-ups.

Regardless of my frustration, I was absorbing all of JJ's directions, thinking that sometime I'd be the one behind the cameras. That was one of the reasons we'd come on this vacation. But, for now, I wanted to cum and wanted my highly disciplined lover to do the same. So, I began diddling myself with my fingers and squeezing down hard on him each time he pulled out of me. It got immediate results, since Anu began gasping deeply and increasing his tempo. "He's getting ready, JJ," I warned.

"Critical timing, Gin. He'll want to pop all the way inside you, but you've gotta keep the head just inside your pussy. We'll need to see his load splashing out of your lips," he said. "I'll let you know when you can take him all."

That's big of you, I thought, as I began thrusting back against Anu's hips, which were now slapping against my butt. I heard his breath coming in quick gasps behind me and felt a slight tremble in his thrusts.

"Now, JJ!" I exclaimed, and pulled slightly forward, at the same time reaching back at Anu's hip – above the lens's line of sight – to push backward on him and prevent him from driving into me. My substantial experience with men paid off, since poor Anu tried to bury himself into me, but wasn't able to before he spewed a huge load just inside, sending streams of cum out of my hole to drip down my thigh…for the camera's sake. At JJ's okay I dropped my upraised leg and then absorbed all of him, granting him the final pleasure of squirting the last of his hot cum against my cervix. 

Minutes later Anu and I were laying next to one another, nuzzling and stroking one another's bodies. JJ said, "I'll leave you kids alone for a while," and got up to download the digital photos into his laptop computer in the next room. It then started to rain suddenly, sending torrents onto our roof, which made our post-orgasmic epilogue seem much sweeter. I ended up lying on top of him, drooling over his strong, brown body, which had a slightly salted taste of coconuts. I covered him with my mouth, sparing nothing. Rolling him over, I licked up his butt crack to taste the tartness of his rectum, and sucked at the goo on either side of his gonads. Rolling him again, I sucked his testicles into my mouth, urging the youthful sperm within them to hurry and multiply…so that the dark recesses of my interior could claim them again. He was ready again soon, and I felt transported into a tropical fantasy as the rain continued to pour down outside.

An idea suddenly struck me. "C'mon, sweetie," I said, dragging him from the bed – his cock half-hard – outside toward the shower, grabbing the tube of sunscreen as we went. The warm, torrential downpour covered us in seconds, and the day's sweat and cum quickly washed from our bodies. My hair soon became soaked, limp, and I wrung it out in the downpour, then leaned up into the strong embrace of my new lover. Taking a shower would be like doing so while swimming, I thought. So, instead, we crept into the nearby jungle, stopping at a huge, volcanic rock underneath some sheltering palms. 

Anu stood before me, confused as to my intent, and I dropped to my knees to take his cock in my mouth, humming in my throat as I did so. Looking up, I asked, "You happy?"

He looked down at me as my tongue lapped at his growing purple corona, and grinned broadly, nodding his head affirmatively. "You Jay gift," he said, which I'd suspected. Well, I thought, you're a gift to me, and squeezed a dollop of sunscreen onto my fingers, smearing it on my rectum. By this time he was fully erect, and I pulled back his silky brown foreskin to fully reveal his purple cock head. I then rose to my feet and bent over the big rock, leaning on it with one hand and pulling one ass cheek apart from the other.

"Do me here, sweet baby," I said, then reached back with the other hand to bare my asshole completely for him. I clenched inside so that it flexed obscenely, lewdly inviting his entrance. 

He was gentle. My Gawd, he was sooo gentle. Probing just slightly at my lubricated opening, he slipped slowly past my anal sphincter and teased me with little pushes, then went more deeply…then deeper…until I felt his rainwater-wet pubic hair brushing coldly against my ass cheeks. We stood there, interlocked, as his prick pulsed inside my colon, for several seconds, then he began to move. Agonizingly slowly he moved, so slowly that I felt as if I were having an endless bowel movement. Out of habit, I reached down to diddle my clit – always ready for an orgasm – and felt him speed up his languorous thrusts. I heard him say in a harsh whisper as he took my dark hole, "You…Audra. You…my gift…my gift…my gift." We continued our slow undulating until we both groaned our lungs empty, like two simian jungle creatures, in the lashing tropical storm. 

By twilight, each grateful orifice of my body, JJ's endowment to Anu – which had been so needy for so long, it seemed – had happily accepted the bounty of the boy's hot, viscous seed. 

It rained the entire next day, giving JJ a chance to drive the Chief's truck into Kolonia, visit old friends at the college, and order some items to be flown in from Honolulu. I also insisted that Andi spend much of the morning with me until, finally, I let her return to the children's compound because she was bored out of her mind and getting cranky with me. Anu arrived shortly after my daughter had departed with one of the older girls, and we spent 'til mid-afternoon outside, under the jungle canopy, duplicating the previous day's tryst, by making glorious, feral love in the continuing downpour. By naptime, my ravenous body had been sated by my young brown lover, who finally had slaked the sexual thirst that I'd had for months. Then he left, saying he had to see his "cousins," the canoe builders. 

Before we'd arrived on Pohnpei, I'd been afraid of JJ "going native," and I now realized that I'd done precisely that since yesterday, subsisting, it seemed, on a diet of Anu's semen. I thrived on being naked most of the day JJ was gone, only slipping into a robe if someone dropped by. As I wished, Anu visited me again later in the day, and I joyously submitted to his languorous thrusting as he filled all of my holes time and again with his tireless cock – in every position imaginable – again outside under cover of the wild adjoining jungle.

"We go Audra mountain shrine," said Anu, toward evening when we were back inside, as I stroked his cock languidly to bring him up for one of the last fucks of the day. 

"When, baby?" I asked.

"In the sun," he said, meaning tomorrow, since the Pohnpeian language had no word for the next day, or any time in the future. JJ had also told me there was no word for yesterday, a week, month, or even 500 years previously. Any time prior to the present moment was called "before," which stuck in my mind for some reason…until Anu slid up between my drawn back legs and began another odyssey of sensual joy for me. How many times had I climaxed today? I wondered, then shrugged it off. It hardly mattered. All of the previous ones had just happened…"before."

JJ arrived at about dusk, announcing humorously, "Hi, honey, I'm home!" along with my attendant, Muana, whom he'd brought back from her classes at the college. Anu had left just moments earlier. "Muana and Luala showed me around, I met with the Dean, talked with faculty, and bought a computer for the village over the Internet. Should be here in a few days. What'd you do?"

"Oh, spent some time with Andi…and, uuh…visited with Anu," I replied uncomfortably, for some reason. "Who's Luala?" I asked. 

"She's the student here who wants to be an architect. You know, the one you were so pissed off at the other night 'cause she was fucking me. Her status among her friends moved up a few notches today, I must say, since she knows me," he said, in that proud masculine way. 

"Oh, how nice," I said, with Muana noticing my sarcasm immediately. Try as I might, I still didn't like her friend, that scrumptious young girl whom I'd caught screwing JJ after the feast on our first night in the village. At base, I was jealous of JJ's attraction to her. 

"Yeah. I've invited them for dinner, since we've got plenty of food. Use the microwave. Maybe drink some sakau?"

"Oh, sure," I said, smiling, now fully aware of the importance of hospitality in the culture, regardless of how short the notice might be. "I'll get started," I said, pouring them each a mug of the kava liquor, sakau. Rather than microwave frozen food, I boiled some noodles for my version of a native shrimp fettucini, with thickened coconut sauce, mild island peppers and other native spices.

In minutes Luala arrived, and made a point of joining me in the kitchen area. She obviously wanted to sooth any ruffled feelings I might still harbor. She was dressed in a single sarong-type wrap, from above the breasts to her knees, pink with white flowers. Her skin was a rich tan, her hair very long, black and straight. Her body was willowy, except that her full breasts and buttocks stood out prominently from an extremely small waist. Her face was very Asian, with narrow nose and almond eyes, probably drawn from Japanese ancestry. She moved with the languid self-assurance of a young woman who was quite comfortable with her sensuality, yet was loath to flaunt it…in the interest of good manners. I got the feeling that, if ignited, she could be a sexual powder keg. Most of all, she spoke very good English – much better than Muana – and not the patois of the villagers. She was an ambitious young woman, I sensed, and not likely to stay on Pohnpei, or on any other island.

The four of us knelt around the large, mat-covered pallet in the second room – which served as a bed when needed – eating and drinking. I was mostly quiet, since my afternoon physical activity had wiped me out. But JJ was enjoying his harem, and we talked of the girls' idealistic plans. Muana would perhaps attend the University of Hawaii. For now, though, her studies in Computer Science would end soon and she'd become the Chief's main information conduit with the outside world, soon to be enhanced by the gift of JJ's computer that would be linked with that of the college. Muana was a sweet, unassuming girl, a bit plain given the other beauteous women I'd seen, but a "salt of the earth" type. For that reason, I'm sure, the Chief had assigned her to me as an attendant. 

Luala, by contrast, had set higher goals. A five-year degree in architecture was her aim, and the University of California was where she wanted to go. She'd already been in contact with the school and was delighted that JJ was an alumnus. He was pleased as well – suggesting that he speak with sponsoring faculty at the school – and, as the evening wore on, they became more animated and exclusive of Muana and I in their conversation…made more lubricious by the sakau we'd drunk. Finally, my attendant and I cleared the table and washed the dishes, as JJ and Luala repaired to the large, bamboo sofa, continuing to speak of architectural styles that I'd never heard of. 

When Muana and I had finished cleaning up, she left and – since I was so tired – I excused myself, announcing that I was going to bed. Luala rose, grasped my hands in hers, then touched my lips softly and affectionately with her finger, muttering something in Pohnpeian. How sweet, I thought, before going into the next room and falling into a deep slumber in my sleeping robe.

It could have been a half-hour, or three hours. Regardless, I awoke with a start and heard moaning from the next room. Knowing full well what was going on, I lay unmoving for a while, listening to the soft, feminine mewling and slippery wet sounds of tongues against skin. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and I rose to peek around the doorway. JJ had turned off all the lamps but one, just on the other side of the doorway, illuminating on their side the bodies of he and Luala, locked into a "69" position on the table pallet. The single pale, yellow lamp showed her atop him, grinding her pussy onto his lapping mouth, as she swallowed his shiny, erect cock. I was astounded that a girl of her size – less than five feet in height – could completely engulf his rampant eight inches. 

I watched her with clinical fascination. Her body was the most extraordinary that I'd ever seen on a petite young woman. The flawless curves of her legs and thighs ended at a luscious, high, pert butt that trembled as she ground her cunt onto JJ's face, then her hips narrowed to a waist under twenty inches in circumference. As she raised her head and neck to slip her lips tautly around JJ's corona, her high, brown-nippled breasts – easily a C cup, looking huge given her very narrow back – stretched out from the strongly articulated muscles that bore their weight from below her clavicle to just inside her shoulders. 




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For a moment I almost swept into the room to join them, but I suppressed a lascivious desire to sample the appetizing girl along with JJ, mainly because – for the first time in months – I wasn't really horny! To do so would just be admitting to myself how perverse I was becoming…though there could be future opportunities. At the same time, I thought, part of my reason in being here was to learn and practice photography. 

It took only a minute for me to retrieve my digital camera from the charger and plan my shots. I'd start in the shadowy room in which I was standing, shooting through the doorway at them, then gradually move forward, capturing their writhing bodies ever more closely, then – hoping for a climax on her part – shoot her face as she reached orgasm. I knew from much experience with JJ that this would happen, and began my voyeuristic photoplay. 

It happened almost on cue. Luala stopped mewling and began yelping, "Aiee!…aiee…aiee," as both of her little hands slid up and down JJ's pulsing member, trying in vain to get him to cum. She craned her neck, directing her joyous cries upward to the thatched ceiling, while her muscular little butt froze in movement, yet quivered as its muscles expelled their vibrating orgasmic charges. In the viewfinder, I was impressed with the final shot, as her jugular pulsed against the brown skin of her neck, her long black hair thrashing about her shoulders. Then she collapsed, as I saw JJ's strong frame rise from under her, stand up, and splay her legs around his hips as her head and shoulders lay on the pallet. He then entered her slowly, very deeply, and, as he did, she pushed herself up from the floor to elevate herself with her arms, and they began a protracted fuck in that position, all the while she was yelping, "Aiee…aiee...aiee!" 

I took a few shots of them, but became sleepy and decided to forget it. After all, I needed the sleep, and Anu was taking me to Audra's mountain shrine tomorrow…in the sun.

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Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 03



Read earlier chapters for continuity. Here, Ginny becomes the village queen for a day – dispensing royal favors liberally – on the primitive island where she's vacationing.

Part 1 

Our island vacation was going beautifully. JJ and I were both relaxed and happy, having found sweet, young native lovers in the beach-front village on the Pacific island of Pohnpei, and our three-year-old daughter, Andi, was overjoyed with her fifty new "cousins" in the children's compound, aged between three and fourteen. 

Throughout the night I was roused by the sounds of sex from the next room between JJ and the island girl, Luala, but lapsed quickly back into dreamland, sexually sated as I was from the previous afternoon with the Chief's son, Anu. In early morning I awoke, refreshed, slipped into my robe, and went to the kitchen to have some breakfast of tea, fruit and rolls. On the pallet in the main room adjoining the kitchenette was JJ on his back, with his long flaccid cock laying back on his belly. The scrumptious Luala was spread half across him with her head on his chest – long hair scattered to his loins – with the lower half of her sleeping face covered by a wide swath of dried cum...a mute testament as to how their tryst had probably ended. It was a sweet picture – two beautiful humans from different races, more than a generation apart – having satisfied their unique, very disparate, needs through the act of love. I snapped a few digital pictures of them as they slept. I knew that JJ would be almost as pleased with the shots as he must have been earlier by his taking a Viagra pill. 

I went to the children's compound to be around Andi, and kept her attention for about five minutes, until she got bored with me and ran off to begin her day of play with friends. Then I returned to the bungalow and left JJ a note, explaining my plans to visit Queen Audra's mountain shrine with Anu. I urged him to join us, but to check on Andi before he did. Dressed in a full breast to knee sarong, with nothing underneath, and flip-flops, I met Anu at the door, who was accompanied – to my surprise – by his eleven "cousins," the canoe builders, all in their late teens. Each of them carried some supplies...food, firewood, containers of water and the alcoholic drink, sakau, etc. I was energized, and looked forward to the hike up the mountain and a day away from the village.

The trek took a long while, with two brief rest stops. The shrine was a cave hidden from the trail by a dense jungle undergrowth, behind which was a short waterfall feeding a placid pool of fresh water, which overflowed down the mountain. Behind the falls, I soon learned, was the entrance to the cave where Audra Jones, an American naval flight nurse, had been hidden from the Japanese and appointed queen by the village natives during the Second World War. It was about eight feet high, which burgeoned into a very large room, perhaps 20'x20', from a small entrance. It was lit inside by a narrow shaft of sunlight that played through the cave's rocky roof onto a back wall. On the wall was a huge, antique mirror that had not fared well over the past sixty years, but was ideal for the reflected light. Next to it was a life-size, carved mahogany statue of the fabled white queen, her hair cascading down over soft shoulders. She was nude, rubbed deeply with palm oil to a lustrous sheen, and was posed alluringly with one leg slightly ahead of the other, with generous breasts that had been rubbed almost tan by human hands over the years. As in her photos, I was struck by the similarity between our faces. She had a slight, enigmatic smile on her lips as her wooden eyes stared down from her elevated height. I felt as if I were looking at a statue of my grandmother as a young woman. Beside it stood a throne-like chair, again carved from mahogany, that gleamed through its oily finish. 

In the center of the cave, about a foot off the floor, was what looked like a very thick, carved mahogany coffee table, except that it was in the shape of a curvy female body. Its outline formed the back of a woman, from the base of the skull down to the bottom of the buttocks, with deep recesses for the butt, rising up at the waist, then with more recesses for the upper back and shoulders. There was a fluted end at the top, indented where a neck could be rested. Like the statue, it, too, was rubbed deeply with palm oil and glistened in the reflected light as if it had recently been dusted and oiled. I knew in a moment that all of these carvings had been done by previous generations of canoe builders, the elite artisans of Pohnpei. 

I sat quickly on the throne, feeling uneasy in this temple that was dedicated to such an exalted personage as Queen Audra, as the boys lit torches, placing one inside and two others outside the entrance, in front of the falls at the pool, where they built a fire. At this point Anu pulled from a bag a circular bouquet of leaves and small, jungle orchid blooms...a crown...which he placed on my head. All of his "cousins" were now inside the cave, looking nervously at me. He dropped to his knees in front of me and grasped my hands, kissing my bare knees – which I unconsciously parted at the soft brush of his lips – and said, "You, Audra, I give to cousins."

I rose immediately and said, "Oh, Anu, I'm so honored, but...," and the sunlight dimmed in the mirror...or was it that I'd been surrounded by a dozen dusky, brown youths with a quasi-spiritual though decidedly glandular experience on their minds? As had happened so many times before, I knew what I'd do. Without giving it a great deal of thought, I knew that it would be most natural...most acceptable...also, most satisfying to me, if I shared my body with all of them. I could almost hear JJ saying that it was what Queen Audra would have done. 

From Anu came warm hands, loosening my sarong and letting it drop gradually over my breasts, then my hips, to whisper to the gravelly, volcanic cave floor. From elsewhere came – it seemed – a hundred more gentle brown hands, some rubbing a warm, oily balm into my relatively pale, white skin...everywhere. Anu began kissing me, rubbing his strong, naked body against mine for minutes, as his fellows caressed my quivering form to the point that I was breathless. 

I didn't have to do a thing. I opened my mouth and threaded my tongue around Anu's, then groaned as my body was lifted off my feet and laid on the mahogany table, which had been newly oiled by the warm hands of some of the boys. It was as if the table had been carved for me. My butt and shoulders fit perfectly into the smooth hollows etched decades before, and – but for the lack of a headrest – was extremely comfortable. My head, however, soon lay back on the warm thighs of one of Anu's cousins, whose wood carver's hands were massaging the last vestiges of moderate tension from my neck and facial muscles. 

I looked down at my legs, which were being caressed by a dozen hands. Soon, they were brought upright and back by two of the boys who held my ankles, as another youth knelt down in front of my splayed, wet pussy. I'd noticed him, in passing, as one of the cuter of the canoe crew the day before. What I hadn't then noticed was even a hint of what had been hidden beneath his loin wrap...a magnificent thick tube of uncircumcised purple flesh that was now erect and pulsing in his fingers. I looked up and met Anu's eyes, now staring down at me as he stroked my face and brushed my lips with his, saying, "My cousins...". The sheer audacity of the act had me moaning within moments, encouraging the boys to continue stroking my entire body with their strong workmen's hands. As always, that switch inside my head had flipped and I'd decided to fuck all of these sweet, brown, guys who'd shown me such respect. I don't know how many of them were touching me initially...it hardly mattered...but every once in a while as I mewled my pleasure, I noticed that more of them were naked. I was now covered with hands and I knew what was coming, wanting it to happen. I was Anu's gift to his mates, and I desired them all...all eleven of them, plus him for good measure. I looked at the appetizing young sexual packages of those within view, and desired to remember each as I – their new queen – blessed them with my royal favors.

The boy poised at my pussy entered me and I yelped happily as he plunged excitedly just a few times prior to an orgasm, which drove me crazy with frustrated lust. I thrust and thrust up at him, trying to prolong our initial fusing, and was rewarded with continuous warm splashes of his cum jetting into me. As he grunted out his eager completion, with teeth gritted, he pulled from me and moved to my lower left side. I felt empty for only a moment as a new boy – whom I could hardly remember – took his place, sinking his shorter but thicker prick into me. I looked into his frenzied almond eyes, memorized his cute, button nose, and felt his palms pulling at my hips. I wanted to give him a name but, in my frenzy, I couldn't. Instead, I closed my eyes to feel his urgent, youthful plunging into my depths, knowing that soon he would be blending his semen with that of his young brown cousin. 

As I lay there, I was awash in feeling. There must have been eight young men ministering to me with their hands as I lay on my back. Every bit of skin on my body was being attended to by someone...always with that soothing Pohnpeian touch. Hands and mouths were at my breasts, more hands stroked my belly and legs, yet I was doing nothing but moaning, "Yesss, yesss, yesss, yesss." 

I opened my eyes again and saw a profusion of young, hard cocks, all uncircumcised and pointing to the sky, each awaiting its turn at my pussy. Four of the boys were just standing and watching! I groaned audibly, grabbing the organs of two of them kneeling at my sides, and began pumping them slowly, which prompted them to move their hips forward and backward as they massaged my torso. I then leaned my head backward between the thighs of the boy holding my head and opened my mouth. "Aaaanngh," I uttered, lewdly, and was immediately understood as the young man stuck his erect dick into my mouth, which I quickly wormed into my throat by arching my head back below the table top as far as it would go. 

At that point my lover of the moment between my legs climaxed and moved to his right, further moving the line one position up, just as the boys always did on the open sea in their canoes when relinquishing the lead rower's position. I felt as if I were one of those sleek canoes that they fashioned from raw jungle logs, with which they were now plying the warm, flowing sea on a maiden voyage. Someone splashed a gob of the oily substance on the two cocks I was jerking. I didn't see whom, since I was sucking off the faceless guy above my head, but soon the two had succumbed to my hand jobs, splashing their copious hot loads onto my breasts. This brought forth several bursts of cum from the cock in my mouth, much of which I quickly swallowed. 

I now had a choice of young men to fellate, since there was a stiff member on each side of my face. I turned my head to the right and maneuvered to take another cock in my mouth. However, the boy currently in my vagina came quickly, moving the group one more slot up on my left, as yet another slipped inside me. My throat was soon filled with hot semen and, though the boy finished ejaculating into my hair, I turned my face to the left and my open mouth was filled with another hard staff, seeking release with rapid stabs into my throat. Once again, much of this load went onto my face and in my hair. 

I finally located Anu with my eyes. He was standing over the pile of writhing bodies while stroking himself and witnessing the proceeding. I looked at him and said, "Sweetie, lie down on your back," and sat up, with a new cock in my mouth popping out and flopping about. His hand reached for mine, which I grabbed, almost dragging him onto his back to the carved table. Several of the young men had cum, with how many yet to go? I wondered. Thank God they don't all have Anu's staying power, I dreamed, somewhere in the depths of my consciousness.

I mounted Anu, sinking to his balls, and someone grabbed whatever goo they were using as a lubricant and spread it on my asshole. Whoever that someone was entered my anus quickly, and I was able to rise slightly to again accept the boy's cock that I'd abandoned with my mouth, mewling in delight as I fellated it. I reached out blindly to my sides as I was held up by supporting hands, and two more greased cocks magically appeared in my jerking fingers. Yes, I thought, this is good...much more efficient. Five at a time. This is something I'd never done...taking on a dozen men, I thought...and my mind was fed with many salacious images as I felt their fleshy purple probes questing more deeply inside the portals of my receptive, white, tourist's body. 

The delightful, persistent drilling, and visions of my slutty willingness, soon overcame me as I felt my internal contractions and piercing shards of electricity arc in every pore, as I realized, oohhh...Gaawd...I'm gonna cummmmm! "Aaaannnnuuuu!" I screamed, as my body wrenched like that of a contortionist around my lover's cock, again abandoning the boy's cock in my mouth. I'd disturbed the faceless young man's passion twice and felt a bit guilty as I thrashed about. I reminded myself to pay him special attention later...if only I could remember what he looked like! 

I can't recall the next hour or two, other than – at the end – most of the young men had spewed their cum in my pussy, ass, mouth and all over me. As I lay on the table, I remember my blonde hair feeling heavy with its burden of fresh semen, with my eyes difficult to open because of their thick, seedy coating, and my inner guilt telling me that I may have short-changed some of my youthful brown subjects.

"What the fuck?" I heard, as JJ's deep voice penetrated the cave. Then came the unmistakable sound of the camera shutter opening and closing, accompanied by flashes. "It's okay, guys," he said to some of the unengaged boys who were now standing in the shadows. "You okay, babe?" he asked me, as I was still impaled and relaxing on Anu's softened cock.

"Uuuhhh...yeeaah...fine," I gasped. "Gimme a minute."

"Hey, if you're gonna be the new queen, you've got to organize things better than this," he said, with typical JJ sarcasm. "Why don't you take a bath break, then we'll decide how you can pull this train properly?" He said, snapping shots of me peering through eyelids encrusted with cum.

"But some of the boys didn't...," I whimpered, feebly.

"That's okay," he said. "Leiuanu, who don't you and the men take a sakau break, then the queen here'll continue her command of the court."

Anu looked puzzled...and a bit frustrated, as he stuffed his half-hard cock under a hastily donned lower wrap to stumble outside with his cousins.

"Wow, Gin. If I'd known you were gonna be hostess of a gang bang, I'd have gotten up earlier!" said JJ. 

"That's not funny, JJ. Some of these boys – that Anu gave me to – haven't had their turn...inside me, anyway," I muttered, sounding like an honorable, bachelor-party whore who'd broken her contract.

"As I said, go outside, take a sexy bath in front of 'em, and afterward we'll give everybody at least one more pop," he said, with an evil glint in his eye. "'Course, we'll need pictures of it all. This is like a coronation!"

I knew, regardless of his sarcasm, that he was right. As I rose to walk outside – through the waterfall to enter the pool and wash myself in front of the worshipful audience – I realized how integral JJ was to not only my sex life, but to my understanding of this culture...perhaps to my entire existence. How else would I know how to act like a proper Queen Audra? I wondered in my addled, sex-crazed brain.

The latter part of the afternoon I spent fucking all twelve young men, assuring that each had been blessed with more than one helping of royal vaginal favors. In short, I was the centerpiece of what had to be the filthiest photo record of any interracial gang bang imaginable, courtesy of my witnessing father.

When it was over, in a gentlemanly fashion, JJ informed my very subdued lovers that the afternoon was finished – the manifold gifts had been given – and that they should return to the village. I languished again in the pool, relaxed beyond measure as I washed semen from my body, and asked sleepily, "Did I do good, JJ?"

"Never seen you better, sweet cheeks," he replied. "You've received bukkake, a ceremonial cum-drenching. Guess the islanders learned it from the Japanese when they controlled these islands. But understand now, each of these kids'll want to make a gift of you to someone they know and love. Unless we do something to fill your calendar, and maybe plan for an early departure, you'll spend the rest of your vacation fucking all the village males. That'll include the old ones with only a few black teeth from chewing betel nut, right up until our departing flight warms up on the runway. Who knows? The women might want a crack at you, too!"

"Have I been stupid?"

"Naw, babe. No harm done, right now. You don't know the customs. But you're not Queen Audra, and there's no war on...not here, anyway. Maybe you should spend a day or two in Kolonia, shopping...being a tourist...with white people. We could also take a trip to Nukuoro, the outer atoll. You know, keep busy away from the village. Take some pictures, for Gawd's sake! All I have to do before we leave is set up the Chief's new computer with Muana."

"...and fuck Luala," I said, bitch that I am.

"Hey, I haven't done a dozen different village girls like you have these boat builders! You should talk," he said. "Besides, Luala wants to stay with us when she enters the university in the Fall."

I froze. "Wha...what'll she do?"

"Be a nanny for Andi...plus, an intern in the business office...and...a 'personal assistant' for an old lecher," he said, with flint in his voice.

"D'you...d'you...want her to take my place?" I asked, my lower lip trembling.

"No, sweetie. I love you, and only you. We just need some eager, energetic help in our lives, both on a personal as well as business level."

"Oh," I whispered with a lump in my throat. I was shattered by knowing that I could mean so much to more than a dozen young males, but could feel so completely inadequate with the man I truly loved. "Okay, JJ, you know best. Let's fill the calendar...and keep me away from all the temptations. Speaking of temptations, what about Anu?"

"Let him down easily, Gin. He's a big boy, and understands that this is his home. He'll be Chief some day! You've already given him enough memories for a lifetime!"

But, if I were the queen...I thought, I could be a real earth mother! I could have a dozen little half-breed kids! That fanciful image stuck with me for a couple of days.

Part 2  

The next morning we were off to Nukuoro, one of Pohnpei's outer atolls, made up of 42 tiny islets in a circle around a lagoon four miles in diameter. It was to be a day of relaxation with Andi along. The Chief's driver, Sam, had been called and he was outside at 8 a.m., revving the truck's engine, anxious to get us to the dock in Kolonia where we'd board a large passenger boat to the reef. 

"Mornin', Jay...ma'am," he said, nodding to me.

"Good morning, Sam. You can call me Ginny."

"Okay," he said, "let's go. Boat leaves shortly after nine an' I've gotta open the TV store." 

We roared off in a cloud of dust. "What does the 'TV store' do?" asked JJ.

"DVD and tape rentals, mostly, but sales, too. My boss has a deal with the hotels and supplies 'em with all their movies. Dubs 'em himself. With that and all the TVs here on the island, he's got a nice little business. Satellite reception here is shitty – 'cept for the military setup we've got at the store – so there's not much to do but watch CDs on the tube. Sorry about my language," he said, glancing over the seat at me in back. His eyes then dropped and checked out my thighs through the front split in my sarong. I'd gotten a great tan in the past week and a half, and the purple and white form-fitting dress made me look pretty sexy.




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"It's so beautiful here," I said.

"Yeah, but once you've seen the sights, collected all the seashells you'd ever want, and gotten drunk a few times, livin' here can get to be a drag," he said.

"The curse of Paradise," sighed JJ, reflecting on a private thought.

"Guess so. That's why I wanna go to L.A.! Get in the movies! Are all the chicks there like the ones on Bay Watch?"

Both JJ and I laughed at Sam's provincial naivete. He reminded me so much of young, bronze, dyed-blond, surfer dudes from Southern California. 

We screeched to a stop on the pier, after Sam pointed out the store where he worked on the main road in Kolonia. It was just one of many tourist shops and bars on the narrow, palm-lined street.

"There's where you pay for passage, Jay," said Sam, pointing to a kiosk some distance away. The boat was already loading passengers. "I'll stay with the ladies and your stuff while you buy tickets."

JJ and I had each brought a duffel bag with photo equipment. In mine was a small videocam and a digital camera. Andi and I waited next to the gangplank with Sam as JJ walked away to buy tickets.

"You're not married, are you," Sam said to me under his breath.

"Wha...? Oh...no, JJ's my father," I said.

"Enjoying your vacation?" he asked.

"It's been lovely." 

"That's what I hear from the village," he said, again in a stage whisper. "Ya know...with that great tan...and the sarong...you look really hot!"

I snapped a look up at this...this kid, and mumbled, "Why, thank you, Sam, but I'm just a mom," as I clutched Andi's hand more tightly. 

"Riiiight," he said, knowingly. "You're the finest lookin' high class tourist lady I've seen here. Were you a jock at one time? Where'd you get those tight pins...your legs?" he asked, now facing me.

"I...uhh...used to ice skate...professionally," I admitted. High class, he'd called me. I, who'd been molested for years as a young teen by my father, now dead, and had been raised by a drug-addicted mother who used to screw her dirt-ball boyfriends in front of me, was high class? I, who'd been used as a willing whore by my Ice Capades producer and his friends whenever they wanted a piece of me, was high class? I, who'd tricked my father, JJ – like some wanton slut – into impregnating me with Andi, was high class? A high class cunt, maybe, as I recalled my repeated adulteries, orgies and swingers' parties. I continued with what I thought was a nice catchall phrase. "I had years of training."

"Training, huh?" he said, his light hazel eyes glinting as he looked into mine. "Well, if you need a personal guide, jus' lemme know. I've got the Chief's truck...or my bike."

"Thank you. I'll keep that in my mind," I said, as JJ walked toward us. "Don't anticipate needing one, though. See you at the end of the day?" I asked.

"Yup. I'll be here. Have a nice trip," he called, while we boarded the boat. As we pulled away from the dock, Andi was waving to Sam, he was waving back, and I was shooting his muscular, brown, six foot plus body with my videocam. He was really full of himself, yet...at the same time...was quite a yummy masculine package...for a kid, I mused.

The trip to the atoll was hilarious. Many of the passengers lived on Nukuoro and were on their way back with food and supplies. This included small, live pigs and scrawny chickens, none of which seemed to be tied down. So, with a number of ukulele-strumming musicians, all competing for tourist attention and tips, plus the wildlife and children running about, the decks were a madhouse. When we docked, everyone tried to get off at once, some young people diving off the side into the water, to meet a throng of relatives and children awaiting the boat's return. 

We claimed a great spot on the beach under a rented umbrella, and were entertained all day by the Micronesian inhabitants. Andi immediately made a new circle of friends, and was soon picking up beautiful seashells and running around. JJ and I spent our first relaxed day together, away from the villagers, since we'd arrived, and we ate, drank, swam since I'd brought my bikini, and napped. 

"Any thoughts?" he asked, around mid-afternoon.

"Not really. I have gotten pretty good with a camera, and wanta learn more...maybe even do some photography of my own, since I've been mostly your porno model," I said.

"But such a good model, babe! You should see the digitals. I can hardly wait to see the shots I've got on film. There's a market for those, you know...in porn."

"You're kidding, JJ. Not of me! And you wouldn't really want to get into the porno industry, would you? With websites and everything? What would your clients think?"

"They wouldn't have to know, Gin. Think about it," he added.

"I will. But what kind of a life would we have with Andi? Can you imagine our daughter explaining to her friends that we made our living by watching...photographing – recording on video! – people fucking? It's so low class and tawdry!"

"Yeah...but loads of fun!" he said.

"You've got problems with intimacy, JJ," I said, suddenly. I'd thought through what I was about to say for a long time, and it seemed an opportune moment to bring it up.

"What do you mean, hon?"

"Your multiple marriages...your constant pursuit of strange pussy...your clinical fascination with the sexual act itself, and now loving to see me fuck – especially with other people! – all add up to a guy who shuts himself down emotionally when women get too close to his heart," I said, sounding like a shrink. "Now, the only time you get it up for me is with Viagra, or if there's another woman with us."

"But I love you," he said, defensively.

"So far as you know you do. But, compare yourself with Anu...Leiuanu. In under two weeks he's so much in love with me that he wants me to be his queen when the Chief dies."

"Gin, Leiuanu's from a primitive society, has primitive artisan's skills, and couldn't survive off this island. And you couldn't survive on this island. You've got "island fever," a perfectly-natural affliction for a beautiful young mainland girl who's gone on a tropical vacation and gotten her pants full," he said, insultingly, I thought.

"It's more than that! It's the joyous feeling of wanting to nurture...give and receive...of spirituality...of innocence!" I said, defending my romantic perspective.

"Yeah, well, let's talk about it later. Wait'll I show you yesterday's pictures of your eyelids stuck shut with cum and spunk running out of your bottom. Then we'll discuss innocence. Here comes Andi," he said, figuratively clearing the adding machine at a moment of his choosing, as he'd always done. I'd obviously struck a raw nerve somewhere inside him. 

The truth was, I didn't want to leave Pohnpei...not just now. I wanted to stay at least a while longer, and vowed to bring up the subject with him again as soon as I could. There was something more – an intangible – that I wanted from JJ that I was only getting from my island experiences...from my new young island friends. It was devotion.

The dashing, bubbly Sam was awaiting us on the dock when we returned to Kolonia, smiling and ebullient after a day's work, and wanting to talk our ears off as we drove back to the village. Before we left him at our quarters, JJ said, "Wait here a minute, I want to talk with the Chief," and walked to the headman's bungalow as we got out. The minute Andi's feet hit the ground, she was off to the kids' compound with her friends.

"So hot!" said Sam, looking me up and down and shaking his head slowly from side to side as his hot gaze ate me up. "Didja' swim today?" he asked. I nodded my head affirmatively and he continued, "In a bikini?" I nodded again, and he said, "Mmm...mmm...mmm! I'll bet those legs of yours 're all brown...an' yer tits 're all...".

"Sam, shut up!" I spat. I couldn't believe how presumptuous this young, motor-mouthed, self-styled stud was being. Everyone else had been so nice! I grabbed my camera bag, now quite heavy since it was nearly full of exotic seashells, and started to march toward our bungalow.

JJ joined him as I stalked away, and I heard him say, "Chief says you can keep the truck tonight and pick up Ginny early in the morning. She needs to spend the day shopping and wandering around town. Bring her back tomorrow night, okay?"

"You got it, boss," said Sam, grinning his incomparable smile, who was then off, spinning the vehicle's wheels in the sand. 

After a good night's sleep I'd forgiven the young guy. He's just seen too many movies, I thought, and thinks – because he looks like some island god with dyed blond hair – that he can turn on all women with his incessant suggestive talk. 

Part 3 

When Sam arrived to pick me up and we were on our way to town, I apologized for my anger the previous evening.

"Thas' okay," he said. "Some ladies react that way to my rap."

"You can be rather forward," I said, reaching into my bag for my digital camera as he drove.

"Yeah, I know. A lot of it's 'cuz I'm a poor boy an' a half-breed. You might not know it, but the social classes here are pretty rigid."

"Really!?" I said, surprised.

"Lotsa' girls at school won't talk ta me. Like that little hottie, Luala – her nose is always up in the air – the one who wants to be an architect."

"Hmm," I mumbled, as I focused the camera on him, realizing that I'd gotten a similar feeling from JJ's gorgeous new protégé of Japanese ancestry. "Gimme a big smile, Sam," I said, ready to snap a candid shot.

He looked over at me, beaming, and stuck out his tongue. By the time I'd tripped the shutter he'd touched the end of his nose with the tip of the long, snake-like thing. It was a most impressive lingual member, I realized with growing surprise, and felt a stirring in my tummy as he did a few suggestive pokes with it – in and out – with it rolled into a "U" shape.

"You're such a clown," I giggled. 

"Yeah...but lovable," he said, with a smile. We drove further and he slowed down, looking for a turnoff from the narrow, two-lane road. "Gotta excuse me. Nature's callin' and I need to pee. I'll only be a minute," he said, pulling into the jungle on one of the many dirt roads that lead to kava fields in the interior. 

He jumped out and hurried into the bush. Two minutes went by, then five, then ten. I got out and stood by the truck, rubbing some saliva on a small cut I'd gotten on my calf when shaving my legs earlier. Should I go after him? No. What if I surprised him while he was relieving himself? In a few moments he slipped out of the greenery and said, "Sorry. It took longer than I thought."

"I was afraid you'd gotten lost," I said with relief.

"Not me!" he exclaimed with bravado. "The jungle's like a woman to me. I could find my way in, out an' all over it, blindfolded!"

Here we go again, I thought, then informed him, "I'm going to the downtown cultural center, then have lunch and do some shopping. Where'll I find you to get a ride back?"

"Drop by the TV store. I should be there on and off all day. Get a card from the shops where you buy stuff an' we'll pick it up later, so you won't have to carry any packages. Jay wants me to check at the airport for the Chief's new computer anyway."

"What about your classes at the college?" I asked.

"Only takin' two...both at night," he replied, as we pulled to a stop in front of the cultural center, a block off the main street in town.

"Okay, thanks...see you sometime this afternoon," I said, stepping out of the truck. Sam's hazel eyes locked onto my bare, tan midriff as I turned away. I'd worn an aqua, short-sleeved cropped top with a scoop neck, leaving the upper slopes of my breasts nude, then my waist and back, down to the low-slung aqua and cream bottom wrap around my hips. My deeply tanned legs showed up to mid-thigh through the skirt's open front. Though I was outside the village, I'd stuck to my habit of wearing no underwear. The weather had been just too hot and sticky. I looked over my shoulder at him and waved, as he shook his head slowly, shifted into gear, and burned rubber as he drove away. That boy's got a perpetual hard-on, I thought, as I entered the museum portion of the center.

The morning was fascinating. I learned much about Pohnpeian history and culture in the museum, then saw a demonstration program of traditional dancing, singing and music put on by native people. I read about ceremonial sakau making, handicrafts and food preparation. I bought a few curios and books of native recipes, and by lunchtime had wiped out the battery in one digital camera. In my shoulder bag I had another, plus a videocam and a 35 mm Nikon using film, so wasn't worried about an equipment shortage. With a growling stomach I walked a block down to the main street and found a dark, air-conditioned restaurant...the first cool air I'd felt in over a week and a half. 

Once inside, I was invited by an attractive Australian couple in their forties – Rafe and Veronika – to join them at their table. They'd just arrived and kept me busy answering questions about the sites to be seen. They were especially interested in our being special guests of the Chief in the village, and treated me as a privileged person – "high class," I mused – after discovering that fact. They were charming and fun, with Rafe being openly flirtatious and complimentary of my appearance. 

We had a delicious seafood lunch, a couple of drinks, and I finally excused myself, explaining that I had shopping to do and a chauffeur to meet. I'd become a little uneasy with Rafe's suggestive remarks, and got the feeling that he and Veronika had experimented sexually outside their marriage. The drinks had made me very relaxed and, once outside in the heat, I felt listless as I bought a few items in several shops...carvings of sharks, dolphins, other fish and canoes...all of flawless, dark mahogany. As I stroked their satiny finish, my mind wandered back to Anu, whose soft brown skin I hadn't felt in a few days, and felt a bit of moisture between my legs other than perspiration. 

I'd better sit down, I thought, and wandered down the street to the TV store where Sam worked. The Chief's truck was parked in front, and Sam's motorcycle was in its bed. On the back seat of the locked cab were some cartons that I assumed contained JJ's computer components flown in from Hawaii. On the store's glass door was a note to me, written in Sam's childlike scrawl: GINNY. I'M NEX DORE AT LULUS.

"Lulu's" turned out to be a smoky bar that reeked of stale beer, sakau and urine, and was equipped with an ancient looking jukebox that played some surprisingly contemporary tunes. As my eyes got used to the darkness, I heard Sam yell, "Ginny!" and saw him beckoning to me from where he sat at the bar. I walked to him, put down my bag, and hiked myself up to sit on the adjacent stool. The place was nearly deserted, with Sam carrying on his usual rapid-fire conversation with an aging – sixty-ish – white female bartender whose cigarette between her lips bore an ash an inch long. "Ginny, this is Lulu." I heard whoops of male laughter and the clicking of billiard balls from an adjoining room in back.

"Hey, Ginny," said the woman in a whiskeyed voice, which was also gravelly from years of tobacco use. "Wanna drink?"

"Probably shouldn't. Drank too much at lunch," I said.

"Aw, c'mon, jus' one," said Sam, pleading with me as he lay his hand on my bare upper thigh. 

I was surprised that I didn't cringe at his touch. At the same time I moved my leg away and he withdrew his hand. "Well...maybe...do you have any absinthe?" I asked Lulu, remembering when I'd had it before...a night a year or so before when JJ and I had participated in an orgy. Hey, this was my day. I could order anything I wanted!

She riveted me with a hard look. "You sure, darlin'? Yeah, I got a ol' bottle aroun' here somewhere. Makes ya kinda crazy in this heat," she warned.

"Just one shouldn't hurt me," I said, blithely, as Lulu dusted off a dark bottle and poured me a generous couple of ounces. 

"To the Green Fairy!" I toasted, raising my glass to them both. Lulu laughed knowingly and raised a half glass of beer, and Sam hoisted his glass of sakau. The liquor hit my stomach like acid and I was instantly warmed throughout my lower body.

"The boss came here for lunch, got drunk, and went home early," said Sam. "I'm dubbin' some CDs on the equipment now. When we finish here, we'll go close down an' get back on the road if you want."

"No hurry," I said, "I don't have to get back 'til tonight," as I sipped more of the deadly green, wormwood liquor.

There was a pregnant silence as Sam looked at me after I'd said that. Then he turned to Lulu. "Ginny here's from California. I'm hopin' she'll invite me back so I can get inta movies!"

"Kinda movies you'd do prolly ain't the kine Ginny's familiar with, young-un," said Lulu, removing the cigarette from her lips, coughing deeply, and paying me an undeserved compliment. I was amazed at what nice clothes, natural blonde hair, a tan and good grooming could do for one's image with strangers. 

"Where do you live, Sam?" I asked.

"Upstairs, over the store. One room. Boss let's me stay there so I can watch over the place at night. Wanta see it?" he asked, trying to appear innocent.

Lulu hacked again, laughing, "Yeah...sure...Ginny wants ta see yer pig sty," she said, shaking her head while wiping a glass. The young man was silent, seeming to be hurt by the remark.

"Well, bottom's up," he said, "let's go close up."

We drained our glasses, with me feeling woozy. I said goodbye to Lulu, and we went next door. Inside, Sam led me back through racks of tapes and CDs to a large room with dubbing equipment and several TVs on one wall facing a couple of sofas. On each TV screen was a movie being burned onto a CD. Each one was pornographic. One showed a black-wigged woman being drilled in each of her holes by three black men. Another showed a blonde sitting on a monstrous white cock while she throated a tan one. Still another showed a petite, smiling Asian astride a white guy, with another cock in her ass and cum dripping down her face, having just sucked some reclining dude to copious completion. There were other variations on these themes.

"Do you deal in any straight films?" I asked in wonder.

"Sure, but most tourists want these!" he replied. "Don't think we ever got an order for Mary Poppins."

I giggled at his joke and said, "Well, I'm gonna sit down 'til you're finished," and flopped down on one of the sofas, self-consciously averting my eyes from the lewd pornographic images on the TVs.

Sam stood leaning against the rack of machines. "You wanna see the rest of the equipment?" he asked. 

I looked up and he was grasping what was, unmistakably, a large, half-erect tubular bulge in the front of his low-slung torso wrap. It was deathly silent in the room, save for what I swore was the sound of his hand rubbing the fabric over his clothed organ. He was looking at my legs as he stroked it up and down. The bulge grew longer and more prominent, and for a few moments I watched with curiosity. Finally, coming to my senses from my reverie, I said, "Don't be silly, Sam," and stood up. "I'll wait for you out front, then we can go." In the front of the shop I wandered through the adult section, looking at the lewd pictures advertising movie contents on their boxes, and finally exhaled quickly, looking away and walking to the front door where I awaited my young driver.

After we picked up my packages and left town, Sam broke the ice. "You don't like me, do you," he said, quietly. "Like you do the guys in the village."

"What do you mean?" I asked.




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 03



"I heard what happened...at Audra's cave 'n' stuff. Is it 'cuz I'm a half-breed, poor, an' talk too much?" he asked. "Is it 'cuz I'm not fit for a queen?"

"Don't be silly, Sam. I'm a mother. I live with an older man...who's my lover. Whatever you've heard from the village is probably exaggerated."

We drove for several minutes, more slowly than is Sam's habit, then he said, "You love Jay, huh, an' he's the father of Andi."

"That's right, Sam." I felt a ton of weight leave my shoulders, since I'd never admitted that fact to anyone. "You see, I'm not the queenly type. That's just superficial. Like you, I'm from a poor family, and – ethnically – I'm mixed too, half-Greek and half-mongrel American. So, it's not you. You can have almost any woman on the island. It's just that I'm trying to keep my head together, 'cause I've got some problems...serious ones." I wasn't about to elaborate on my obsession with sex, particularly since at the moment I was feeling some empathy for this young man, whose mother had abandoned him on Pohnpei when he'd turned eighteen. I reached over and touched his naked brown shoulder, tenderly. "It's not you...really." His shoulder felt good...hot and hard. 

We drove for several more minutes and he slowed, "Sorry. Gotta make a pit stop. This time a serious one," he said, pulling off the highway onto a dirt road as he had in the morning. He coasted to a stop, punched open the glove compartment over my knees, and took out a roll of toilet paper. "See you soon," he said, trotting into the bush. 

Five minutes passed, then ten, and I thought, maybe I should go as well, since my bladder was full from the drinks I'd had. So, I got out and found a suitable place under some broadleaf plants in a clearing to squat down and pee. Without paper, I used the hem of my skirt to dab dry the leftover drops. As I started to rise to my feet I looked up and saw Sam staring at me from a dozen feet away, with only his head and shoulders exposed above the surrounding greenery. I heard a high ring in my eardrums as they excitedly filled with blood. My face flushed in embarrassment as I was still squatted, knees spread, with him looking straight under my upraised skirt – between my legs – at my exposed pussy. 

"Well, I see you're a natural blonde," he said, impudently.

This is ridiculous, I thought, and almost laughed out loud. I cocked my head slightly to the right, pursed my lips and gave him a soundless hmmph – much as an older sister would do to a spying younger brother – and stood up to straighten my skirt and fluff my hair confidently. "You just never give up, do you?" I muttered, as I strutted toward him on the way back to the truck. 

"Is your pussy as sweet as it looks?" he asked, breathily.

I looked down as I passed him, past two broad leaves of some jungle plant, and stopped. I saw that the front of his loin wrap was open and he wore no underwear. My eyes locked onto his hand as it moved slowly up and down the prodigious length of his thick, brown, circumcised cock. An eternity ensued – though it was no more than a second – and a very recognizable switch clicked in my brain, as it had so many times before, telling me it was time to fuck. My pussy had moistened instantly at the sight of his member and I mumbled something like, "You'll never know...," then stalked back to the truck. 

"What?" he called out, now from fifteen feet behind me.

Very articulately, I called loudly, "You'll never know unless you come back to the truck!" and turned back toward him, reaching across under my arms and peeling off my top to leave myself naked from the waist up. My C-cup tits, of which I'm so proud, sprang out at him arrogantly, their nipples already dark pink and stiff, with creamy white triangles around the aureoles where my bikini had been. After he'd gotten his eyeful, I turned and strode back to the truck. I'd left my door open, so I leaned back against the seat in an alluring, one-thigh-forward position as he rushed around the vehicle to me. "Well, c'mon, big guy, show me whatcha got!" I teased, observing his chest rising and falling as he was momentarily speechless. 

"You're so beautiful," he finally said in a hoarse whisper, "an' I jus' had ta letcha see this," he gasped, continuing to stroke himself as he stepped toward me unsteadily. Though my crotch was throbbing, my mind was abundantly clear. 

"I've already seen that," I snapped, bitchily implying that his gorgeous cock was nothing beyond the ordinary. I pulled his head down to kiss him with my left arm around his neck, and with my other hand I grabbed his hot, rigid meat, sliding my fingers backward over the silky skin toward his pubis, which invited a deep groan from his youthful lungs. My fingers didn't meet around his tool, and I suddenly moaned in return at that knowledge, as our tongues dueled for position. 

Sam's mouth quickly left mine and began exploring all of my upper body, along with his hands. His fingers traced the muscles down my back, into the top of my sarong skirt, loosening it, and his lips nipped at me from my ears, down my neck across my clavicle and shoulders, dropping with each foray to the slopes of my breasts, then to my nipples. My belly trembled and I gasped as his open hands ran up from my waist, across my tight upper tummy to my breasts, which he gently cupped as his lips captured first one nipple, then the other. "Mmmm...such fantastic tits," he said, laving each one gently with drool. This guy is good, I thought to myself...gentle...and...he seems to know what I want. Waves of heat were now washing from my nipples down to my groin, heating my pussy...soaking it. Then he lifted me up onto the edge of the passenger seat, with my legs splayed, still suckling at my buzzing tits.

"Uunnhh...Saaaamm," I mewled, as his hands and mouth devoured my nipples, drawing them alternately into his mouth. I leaned back, grabbing the dashboard, and felt his hands spreading wide my sarong, unwrapping it to bare my naked lower body and throbbing pussy. The wrap was gone in a flash from my elevated hips as his fingers tickled me from my knees up the inside of my thighs to my snatch. I closed my eyes, shuddered at the prolonged sensations, and leaned back to brace my upper body on my hands. His mouth soon left my nipples and I felt his hot breath caress my belly, then my pussy, then – Gawd! he bypassed it – down to my legs. 

I leaned forward and grabbed him by his hair, two fists full of it, and tried to direct him toward where I wanted him. But he was determined to tease me...to torture me...to make me crazy...to want him desperately in his way. Oh, this guy is very good, I repeated to myself, as his long tongue began licking the creases on each side of my pussy...very slowly. I could feel my cunt pulsing with each heartbeat, and with every pulse I knew I was dripping more juice, because he was licking it from my perineum – my taint – and lower from around my asshole. Then he began slowly licking my outer lips, pulling the trimmed hair away from them with his fingers, and muttering, "So sweet...so sweet...I knew you'd be the sweetest." 

At that point he flicked at my clit repeatedly, causing it to nearly burst from excitement as I yelped a half-dozen times, then he slowly wormed his long tongue deeply inside my vagina. I'd lifted my calves over his muscled brown shoulders and was trying to pull his face into my gash. This prompted him to withdraw his tongue and lave my pussy with wet, languorous licks and slowly insert two fingers into my begging vagina, slowly worming them around and upward, pulling slightly under my pubic bone to touch my spongy G spot. 

This is sooo gooood, I thought, as visions of the village girls' tongue-lashings revisited me from the previous week. But it's ten times better, 'cuz I'm gonna cum soon and this stud hasn't even gotten started! I'd missed so much being eaten since the week before, and was now deliriously happy that this young man was so gifted, so well equipped with such a marvelous, lengthy, oral tool of pleasure. As I mewled and groaned with delight, Sam pulled from my insides to lap mercilessly at my clit, the tip of his tongue driving me toward a blistering climax. 

I don't remember when I started to cum. It almost seemed as if it'd been always. I heard myself shrieking, yet it seemed from so far off that it didn't sound like me. I felt my hands grasping Sam's head, trying to draw it inside me by his ears, as I thrashed my hips about on the seat, my buttocks quivering as I pushed upward at his voracious mouth, and freezing as I trembled in that position. I thrashed again, repeatedly, and rose to hold still as the sparks continued to shoot through my insides. I finally became hoarse from the shouting, and descended from the peak of my ecstasy to a series of languid pulsations in my vagina, mewling as I came down from his extraordinary cunnilingus and fingering. I finally lay still, whimpering a weak, ineffectual, "Oooooooh."

"You want some o' this now, Ginny?" asked Sam lewdly, as he stroked his mammoth cock, its bulbous head pulsing like a huge, dark purple mushroom at its end. I slid off the seat to sit on the running board and grasped his turgid staff with both hands. Its eye was deeply set into the end, with the shiny flesh forming a perfect oval back to the broad corona, which flared out to a firm, thick, dark red ridge before nipping in to the stiff, brown, piston-like shaft. Clear droplets of pre-coital fluid formed repeatedly as my hands ran from his pubic hair toward my face to squeeze its tip. The prominent veins in his prick were blue-green, and as thick as writhing earthworms under the skin, criss-crossing its ample length. I'd seldom seen a more impressive cock, and looked up into his eyes as my mouth opened slowly to accommodate its size. A slight smile played at the corners of my lips as I pondered for a second how I was going to throat something that must have been ten inches in length. 

Though I'd just had an orgasm, my wanton resolve had returned, and I wasn't about to let Sam know – other than in a tantalizing way – that I'd been in the least moved. "You mean you want me to put this dirty ol' thing in my mouth? Will that make you feel good?" I asked, teasing him in a little girl voice and flicking my tongue at the opening a few times. 

"Nnnngghh...Gaawwd! Just suck it, Ginny!" groaned Sam, as his hips spasmed forward two or three times.

"Okaaaay," I mewled, taking another few seconds to torment him. Then, I was on him like a savage, with both of my hands stroking his length in tandem, my tongue bathing the glans as my mouth drooled on its head. "You are huuuge!" I moaned between licks, then began taking a couple of inches of him at a time, drawing back to get my breath in excited gasps. "I'm gonna swallow all of you!" I warned, gutturally, taking more of him each time, until he reached the top of my throat. 

"Oohh...yeeaahh...suuuck me!" Sam groaned, as I pushed my head forward and back several times to deaden my gag reflex as quickly as I could. "Yeeaahh...! That's it! Take all o' me!" he moaned, as I was able to drop one hand from his shaft, with which I grabbed his taut thigh to keep him from driving fully into my throat. "Yeeaahh! It's...soo...goood!" he exclaimed in a high whine. Our combined movements had pushed him into my totally open gullet, which now made lewd, slobbery sounds like, "ghhllk...ghhllk...ghhllk," while a stream of my saliva cascaded out of my mouth to drip onto my knees and dribble down my shins. 

He leaned forward, reaching over me to grab my open bag, and pulled out my Nikon. The movement served to ease any remaining glottal obstruction, and my nose was suddenly in his pubic hair. My other hand then went to his thighs and we slowed our frenetic pace, allowing me to breathe deeply on each outstroke. As he stood erect again, he focused the camera down at me and snapped a few shots, then laid it on the seat. I was now relatively comfortable, my throat having adapted to his huge intruder. A couple of times on the outstroke, I teased him further, holding his thighs away from me and asking, "Ya gonna cum...in my mouth, Sam? Hmmmm? Gonna blow your...jizz in my hot mouth? Gonna...lemme swallow it...all down? Hmmmm?" I was really playing up the part of the slut now. I'd show this smartass kid a thing or two! I thought, as I reached into the bag for the videocam.

"Oooohhh...Gaawwd...Ginny...I'm fuckin' yer face!" said Sam in ecstasy as I held the camera in front of me between his legs, focused up on my chin, on which his brown balls rested, his cock swelling my cheeks and neck with his swollen meat. "I've wanted ya ta...blow me since the first day. An' now...yer doin' it! Jeezuss, yer mouth feels...so goood!"

Sam had wanted to be in movies. Well, this was going to be his first screen test, I thought, cynically, as I pressed the autofocus and zoom buttons several times on the videocam to record his – our – impromptu jungle performance. But my jaw was getting tired, and the young man showed no signs of peaking or approaching an orgasm. He just continued his soft thrusting and telling me incessantly what he was going to do with what he continually referred to as my hot, white body. Finally, I pulled off, lay down the camera, and said, "Sam, my mouth's awfully tired. Can we...?"

I was unable to finish my sentence. "Ooh, yeah, baby, sure," he said, pulling his cock from my throat along with a stream of mucous and saliva. "I want some o' that sweet, pink pussy. Nnngh, c'mon up here," he said, lifting me with ease and standing me on the running board. Running one of his hands up my inner thighs, he cupped my sopping crotch with his fingers and muttered, "Jeezus, yer all ready for me," and lifted my left leg to place my foot on the door's inside armrest. 

What did he expect? I wondered. I'd been ready ever since seeing his stiff cock back in the bush...what, a half hour ago? "Ya like that?" he whispered in my ear, as he stirred his spongy glans around in my dripping opening. "Huh? Like that great big dick? I'm gonna fuck ya 'til ya scream for me ta stop, ya hot little bitch! Now, c'mon, spread those tight thighs o' yours and lemme all the way innnn!" he said, as he slid easily into me. He followed his first entry quickly – but not harshly, not in a typical stabbing motion – by moving his hips easily in little circles and gaining more depth with each smooth push to my cervix.

"Uuunghh...Gaawwd...Saaam," I bleated joyously, as the tall brown lad began screwing me as well as anyone I could remember...including JJ. 

I was doing it again. Again I was engaged in a lewd, conscious coupling, fucking a relative stranger because I was absolutely consumed by not only the mindless act of fucking...but the idea of admitting a new man's flesh inside mine whenever the urge struck me and pushed me over the edge. I grasped the side of the truck door opening with one hand and, with the other, the top of the open door, to look down at Sam's thick, veiny cock slip upward into me, deeper with each stroke. I was smiling, I know, but it was probably more like an obscene grimace, as I began dropping down to meet his near-vertical cock. It was so easy...and I was so open to this guy...loosening further inside as my cervix dilated and his marvelous glans began slipping inside my womb, causing the internal contractions that I knew would soon transport me to ecstasy. And all the while he was now leaning slightly backward, grasping the door opening's sides, as his animalistic desire drove him deeper and deeper. "I looove fuckin' you...you little blonde cunt. This is the jus' about the best pussy I've ever had!" he crowed, which only drove me on, making me want to fuck him more...harder...for as long as we could. 

But I couldn't last long. I'd been on the verge of a climax since he'd entered me, and the continuous pushing into my womb made me think Sam would enter my stomach. I screamed wildly, clawing at his strong shoulders and whimpering gibberish as my body writhed in exquisite paroxysms. Dozens of witnessing birds in the treetops took flight as my shrieks echoed through the jungle. I ended my orgasm by mewling at him, "Ooohh...please, Sam...Sammmm...please cum in me. I want your cuuummmm."

"Not yet, pretty lady," he said, still stirring into me. "I'm good for hours!" he chuckled, holding me closely and lifting me off the running board, causing me to clasp my heels around his buttocks to hold on. He grabbed my discarded sarong from the seat and carried me to the rear of the pickup, lowering me to my feet as he dropped the tailgate and spread the garment on the truck bed. He then lifted me effortlessly onto it and climbed up behind me, saying, "Gonna do ya like a dawg, baby. Gotta see my big brown dick goin' in an' out o' that fantastic, snappin' pussy o' yours!"

I groaned from fatigue, yet his dirty talk kindled another hungry pang of desire in my lower belly, and I spread my knees in anticipation of feeling his wonderful tool inside me again. "Will you get off?" I asked. "Will you...cum inside me?" I asked, hopefully, as his tool began slishing around between my now-protruding, hot inner lips. 

"Nope," he gasped. "Don't wanna knock you up." 

I groaned again, disbelieving that this young man could naively assume that I wasn't on the pill. Of course, few island girls probably were, so I decided that, later, I'd correct him. "Okay," I said, playing along, "in my mouth, then." I had to taste this boy's cum...to take his final measure.

"You call it, baby," he said. "Since I'm gonna be in movies, I can pop on demand."

As taken aback as I was, I was impressed by Sam's discipline and boastful style. Trying to regain the initiative, I cautioned him, "Just be sure you give me a nice big load, Sammy. Any time I want?"

"You got it, ma'am. Now lemme drill that beautiful cunt o' yours," he gasped, as he grasped my hips and sank his meat into me again. "Nnnnggh...yeeaah...baby. You should see your luscious ass, all tan...jus' a little white line where your thong was...an' yer pussy lips! Ooohh...you should see the way they're kissin' my big brown cock!" 

We fucked like dogs for a long while...until I came...scratching at the paint on the dirty truck bed, and howling my joy into the surrounding jungle, and finally pulling from him to flop to one side, shouting, "Now, Sam, gimme it now...!" In a flash his cock was between my lips, his fist helping to pump gob after gob of thick, creamy semen into my mouth, soon to overflow it, causing me to swallow, again...then again...then again, until he was spent. As each shot of his tasty load slid down my throat I knew that I wanted more of this guy...but I'd have to think exactly how I'd engineer it.

Sam wasn't much of a post-coital lover. No kisses, no hugging, stroking or nuzzling. He's a kid, I thought. He needs training, and as I got up – naked, to get my sunscreen from my bag to rub it into the abrasions on my knees, as well as the cut that I'd re-opened on my calf from my morning shaving – I was silent...which made him nervous.

I got dressed quickly, knowing that silence was anathema to the young man. He threw on his loin wrap and, tentatively, asked, "Whaddya think?"

Knowing full well that he expected a critique – like most men, other than JJ – I responded, "Hmmm? Oh...you were fine, Sam," I said, appearing distracted.

"Welll...whaddya mean fine?" showing further insecurity. "Betcha I'm better 'n' that ol' man ya live with!"

That pissed me off and I shot a glare at him, leaving him standing at the back of the truck as I climbed into the cab. How dare he insult JJ! I stashed my cameras in my bag and slammed the door. In a moment he got behind the wheel and we drove back to the main road, with me fuming.




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 03



"Is your room clean?" I barked, now disgusted with this stud, yet looking ahead to using his body...only his body...the next time with impunity. "I'm coming into town to see more sights tomorrow and I need a ride. If your room's not spotless, including the toilet – if you have one – the next time you'll see me is when you take us to the airport. Now get me home. I wanta see my daughter."

Not a word was said until Sam bade me goodbye at our bungalow. I walked in and Luala and JJ had just finished an afternoon nap, which I interrupted by telling JJ that the Chief's computer had arrived. He threw on a pair of shorts and went outside, as Luala covered her stunning nakedness with a Japanese sleeping robe. Reveling in my new power position, I drew myself to my full height of 5'4" and looked down on her. 

"JJ tells me you're staying with us when you go to school."

"Yes, Audr...Ginny. I am most grateful," she said, fawning. "I will be your servant," she said, placing her palms together and bowing slightly.

You don't know the half of it, I thought, as I stared her down. "While you're here, I need to shower and clean up. Will you help me, please?" I asked.

"It would be my pleasure," she murmured, following me out back to the shower where I stripped, handing her a lofa sponge and some soap, as she began washing me from stem to stern.

I knew that JJ would be busy the rest of the day – perhaps all evening – installing the Chief's computer with Muana and linking it to one of two phone lines into the village. In the meantime, I spent a couple of hours with Andi to acquaint her with Luala, who was to be our live-in nanny, and deposited my daughter in the kids' compound to return to our bungalow. I needed to get to know Luala and plan for the next couple of days. She and I dined together, she brushed my hair until I moaned with pleasure, and both of us went to bed together...seemingly the most natural thing in the world. She was quite aggressive as a body servant and pleased me greatly. 

JJ stumbled in very late to disturb our sleep – Luala's and mine – our naked bodies entwined in post-Sapphic slumber. Rousing, I watched her...and helped her...take advantage of his stiff, Viagra-stimulated erection. As I drifted off to sleep, I hoped that my departed mother, Lee, understood that I was sharing in the care of her husband...with the aid of a young island beauty of his own choosing.

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Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 04



Read Chapters 1-3 for continuity. Ginny's still on vacation, and takes control of her new Polynesian porn star candidate...while practicing at video direction.

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I rose at dawn, leaving JJ and Luala to sleep, and had a light breakfast. My plan for the day originally had been to do some sightseeing, as well as talk more with Sam and his plans for a career in movies. But, as I thought more about it, I began to work myself into a haughty, bossy mood – affecting a snobbish, bitchy attitude – something to keep alive the young man's stereotype of me as a "high class" white woman. That, I figured, would be a way to control him – to see how he behaved under authority and direction – and might also be a way to stimulate peak physical performance on his part. My sightseeing could be postponed. 

I was excited by the prospect of becoming a video director – even in porno films, given JJ's persuasive suggestions – and I prepared accordingly. I dressed in casual mainland wear – a denim miniskirt and a colorful cropped top with spaghetti straps, without underwear out of habit, and packed my shoulder bag with two video cameras, two digitals, and some feminine articles. This day would be devoted to preparing for future work as a photographer and videographer, as well as for pleasure...exactly the way I wanted it.

"Morning, Ginny," Sam said, as he picked me up in the truck.

"Good morning, Sam. Forgive me if I don't talk much. I'm listening to shortwave news broadcasts from the mainland," I lied, placing headphones over my ears to hear some soothing music from my iPod. As we approached downtown Kolonia, I pulled off the headset and asked, "Is your room clean?"

"Yeah!" he blurted. "I was up mosta the night doin' it! But I thought, first, you wanted to go to the other cultural center 'n' stuff." 

"That'll wait," I muttered. "Lemme see your room."

"Okay," he said, quietly, as we parked in front of the store. "I took the day off, 'cuz...".

"Perfect!" I snapped, cutting him off, slamming the door on the truck and stalking, with my bag, to the door leading up the stairway to his room over the store. I knew that he could see my bare ass as he followed me up to the second floor.

I waited at the top of the stairs until Sam opened the upper door, then I walked in. It was a large, shabby room, but quite neat. There was a king-sized bed in its center, covered by a clean white sheet. Overhead was a large light with an industrial aluminum shade. A small table and shelves along one wall held a single TV set, a DVD player and VCR, and a multi-band radio with an amplifier. Opposite the TV was a shabby old couch with unmistakable pecker tracks shining on it. Against another wall was a sink, a counter with a hotplate, clean, stacked dishes, and – in the corner – an enclosure made of used plywood that was full of holes and gashes, nailed to a few 2x4s, surrounding what I assumed was a bathroom. There were crates of TV equipment in another corner, more sheets of used plywood on edge, and wooden boxes of other stuff. The room, apparently, was also used as storage for the business on the first floor. The whole place smelled of disinfectant, yet there was a large window open to the ocean. Another window on the opposite wall, opening onto the street, invited a fresh cross draft. "Is it clean enough?" Sam asked, nervously, as I snooped around.

"D'you have something to cover that sofa? I'm not sitting down on all that dried cum," I said, critically.

He quickly covered it with another sheet, probably the twin to the fitted one on the bed, then stood, waiting, very anxious to please. "Is that a bathroom?, 'cuz I need to pee," I asked, pointing to the rickety enclosure in the corner. He nodded and I went to use the toilet. It had been scrubbed clean and everything was dusted thoroughly. There were old shelves on the left wall carrying all kinds of supplies, and the perforated right wall. I looked through one of the holes while I was peeing, and saw Sam sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. 

Exiting the toilet, I said, "Guess I have to wash up in your sink," as I wet my hands and used a paper towel. "Where do you shower?"

"At the college. I clean the locker rooms and the coaches lemme use the facilities."

"You're quite the young deal cutter, aren't you," I said, admiringly, sitting on the sofa. And I'll just bet you nail horny coeds in the girls' locker room, too, I thought, as I crossed my legs. His eyes went immediately to my tanned upper thighs while he still stood facing me. I took a deep breath and exhaled, as my nipples pulled up my cropped top to show my taut, tan tummy, and raised my arms to lay them flat at shoulder height on the back of the sofa. "Now, tell me about your plans for a movie career," I said, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs, teasingly. I was enjoying the glandular torment he was feeling.

"Uuh...can I sit down?" he asked, softly.

I shrugged my shoulders, my arms still flat on the sofa back, and replied, "It's your place." 

He sat on the bed across from me, splitting his loin wrap in front and showing his package, which he immediately covered by turning his knees to the side. Good, I thought, he's intimidated...and I have him right where I want him.

"I wanna get into porn movies," he said. "I've seen hundreds of 'em, an' I know I'm better 'n' a lotta those guys." 

"What makes you think you've got what it takes?" I asked, seriously. "It requires more than just a big dick."

"Well...yesterday you seemed ta like our...ya know...an'...".

"Yesterday didn't happen, Sam. That was just before," I interrupted, using the island colloquialism. "And, if I ever hear about it again – from anyone, or about today, for that matter – you'll never get to the States!" I said this with such sharp conviction that I almost frightened myself. 

"Okay," he said. He'd obviously accepted the fact that I was in charge.

I quoted JJ as I made a speech. "Porn is a tough business, especially for guys. It's not just fucking. Along with doing the video stories, you've gotta stop when the director says so and keep it up while they position you like a contortionist for website stills...sometimes for hours...then cum, repeatedly, when they tell you to. You do all this with twenty or more cast and crew as witnesses, all either waiting for lunch or watching to see if you screw something up."

"I told ya I could pop on demand," he said, gaining some pride.

"Yeah, but how many times?" I inquired, with growing curiosity.

"Mm...maybe five times a day," he said, watching for a reaction.

I was impressed, but didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it. "Turn on that overhead light while I position the video cameras," I said, bossily. He did so, I set the cameras, then pulled a digital camera from my bag and sat back down. "Now, drop your wrap and let's see your stuff – without touching it – while you're standing there," I said haughtily, stifling a yawn for cruel effect as I rocked my crossed leg up and down in a languid motion.

Sam's wrap whispered to the floor, revealing his cock hanging down halfway to his knees. Though I'd seen and felt it the day before, it – plus his full brown balls – was most impressive. I moistened a bit at the slight loop his dick made at its base before the sheer weight of the thing pulled it slightly off center first toward one thigh, then the other, as he shifted his feet nervously. I snapped a couple of shots. He looked down and giggled embarrassedly, "I'm...uuh...a little nervous." 

"Whatsamatter, Sam, need a little help?" I asked, teasing, uncrossing and re-crossing my legs to flash my pussy at his hot gaze. 

"Gawd, Ginny, yer drivin' me crazy! Yer legs! Yer..., Jeezus!"

"Stay there!" I barked. "We haven't even begun! Is this what you want?" I asked, harshly, and scooted to the edge of the sofa, spreading my legs under my skirt to give him an unimpeded look at my moistening gash. 

"Nngh," he groaned, his thick arm muscles tensing as he balled his fingers into fists. My torture of him was having the desired effect, since his cock began rising slowly as his heart pumped it full of blood. I loved the control I had over him, knowing that I'd reap the rewards of his excitement at the proper time. But that wasn't just yet.

"While you're getting it up, Sam, listen. Even a porno flick has a plot. I'll tell you what this one is. I'm a high class tourist babe walking by on the street, who's being watched by you from your place. To see if you can take direction, take one of my videocams and shoot me walking across the street with my bag. Use that front window there. Then meet me at the downstairs door, and shoot me coming up the stairs as I enter your place. We'll fake the dialogue and ad lib after that. Okay?"

"Nn-kay," he said, his cock now almost erect. I ran my hand over it tauntingly as I sauntered past him.

As I went downstairs and across the street to walk through the shots, I felt a slight twinge of guilt from teasing this boy. At the same time, I figured that JJ would be proud of me and my new directorial manner. For the next several minutes, I lingered across the street, looking in shop windows, and saw Sam in the second-floor window from the corner of my eye, shooting as I crossed the street and knocked at his door. I heard him bounding down the stairs and, as the door opened, I stated for the camera, "I'm looking for Sam's video store. Can you help me?"

Right on cue, he said, "Yes, ma'am. We're closed this morning, but we've got a waiting room up here where you can relax, take a load off your feet, an' watch some movies!"

"Oh, good," I said, reaching under my top to adjust a tit, the nipple of which was being tickled by the material. "Thank you. I'm Miz Jones, by the way," using my stateside sex video name, without thinking.

Sam backed up the stairs ahead of me with the camera live – his cock now fully erect – then stood aside as I strode past, capturing my whole body as my thighs, then my exposed ass and pussy, were captured on camera. I was very impressed by this move, since I hadn't coached him to do it. By the time I reached the second floor, my crotch was wet, not just moist.

"Sit right down, Miz Jones," he said. "My name's Sam." He shut off the camera. "What now, Ginny?" he asked, his prick waving in front of him.

"Put the camera back where it was, focus on the bed, and turn both of them on. This is where we ad lib," I stated, lost as to how to proceed, except for the obvious. In my heated mind, I heard that switch click inside my head again – signaling that I wanted to fuck – and knew that I'd be useless as a director...but pretty good as a porn actress, possibly for the remainder of the day. 

I met him next to the bed, reaching up to wrap both arms around his neck and kiss him. He peeled my top over my head and my knees felt weak, so I kicked my wedgies off as I leaned into his marvelous hands, which pulled at my breasts with slow, milking motions. As my tongue left his mouth and his lips began nibbling at my nipples, he gasped, "Is this whatcha want?"

"Ohh...yeah...but...my bag. Bring it...next to...the bed." I'd packed several things for the day and once my body was on the clean white sheet, I didn't want to move far from it. I unfastened and dropped my skirt as he retrieved my bag. By the time I'd flopped on the bed, beckoning to him with open arms, I'd lost a lot of my bitchiness and was whining shamelessly for him to join me.

He was with me in a flash, his legs and hips between mine. His pulsing cock pressed hotly onto my belly, its tip nearly reaching my sternum. My small hands gripped it, squeezing it hard as if it were a ravenous, invasive animal, and I wanted to feel it deeply inside. I pulled back my legs so that its underside made direct contact with my clit, spreading my outer lips like the proverbial toes of a camel. Then – swapping the positions of our tongues as we sucked at one another's mouth – we lay there and undulated for what seemed like forever...until I came. Sam held me in his iron-like embrace as I shuddered through my first orgasm, moaning, "Oh, yes, Sam, yess, yess, yess...oh, yess." 

"Whatcha want now, Miz Jones?" he asked, now teasing me.

"Sixty-nine!" I groaned, rolling slightly to let him know I wanted to be on top. "I wanna eat some o' this big brown cock!" as he flipped onto his back and my hands moved up and down his prodigious length. 

I hardly noticed the volume of flesh that I was consuming, since – aside from slowly licking each crease beside my pussy – Sam was doing something to my thighs. His large hands were massaging them, one by one, very deeply. This was the obverse of what I called the fluttering "Pohnpeian Touch." His fingertips dug into the muscles developed years before from training, and had, since then, been relatively neglected by hands other than my own. My upper leg muscles seemed to relax for the first time in years...to let go...to transfer their tautness and energy into what now mattered most...my vagina. That part of me soon began its inexorable, fiery ascent to another orgasm...all the while he slowly licked the tender petals of my vulva. 

I was unprepared for my second climax, since I'd taken Sam all the way into my throat. I do remember grinding my clit against his chin and feeling an oncoming rush. But it wasn't until he split my cunt with the full length of his tongue and ground his lip up against my little button that I exploded into a scream, yanking my mouth off his prick to shudder through a series of paroxysms. "Ahhg-ahhg-ahhg-ahhg-ahhg," I uttered, still wringing his cock with my clutching hands. He held my spasming hips until I stopped quivering, then sealed his lips around my opening and sucked at me until I felt nearly dry.

But I wasn't about to stop, or even slow down. I slid downward in one quick motion to straddle his hips, reaching between my legs to place his spongy cock head into my snatch. In one swift downward plunge, I drove the air from my lungs as his rampant cudgel struck my cervix and he cried, "Awww, yeeaah, Miz Jones...fuck me, you sweet...fucking...little whore!"

That's exactly what I did, plunging down onto him until he pierced into my womb, then clasping down hard around his magnificent prick as I slowly pulled up off of him. Grasping his lower legs and filling myself with him, I gasped, "Cum in me, Sam...I wanna feel your heat in me!"

"Gaawwd...yer pussy is...it's eatin' me up! Yer so...so goddam tight! Yer better 'n'...my Mom!" he uttered, mindlessly, as I clutched at him with my trembling inner muscles. His sudden confession surprised me, yet didn't alter my rhythm, nor my resolve, since I wanted to test his "cum on demand" bragging. 

Sam was as good as his word, and helped me over my masturbatory edge, since I'd kept myself on the brink of another climax by diddling myself with my fingers between my legs. What followed was an absolutely amazing simultaneous eruption from our orgasmic peaks. His cock began spasming into me as I flopped backward to his pelvis, and many...many...pulses of his semen splashed into me, which got me off again. I plunged downward and sucked inwardly, repeatedly, wanting to vacuum every fertile seed he had in his youthful balls to my center. "Like tha'...Sam?" I finally questioned, when able to form the words. "You...like...that?"

"Jee-zuss...Jee-zuss," he gasped. 

"Don't even think about stopping," I warned, as I pulled a tube of my favorite strawberry lubricant from my bag. "You've got an insatiable director you've gotta please!" I warned, dropping out of character. The red "record" lights on the cameras showed that they were still documenting our every move as I squeezed a generous dollop of lube onto my fingers. I quickly lubed my anus with the cold goo, pushing much of it inside. 

"Uunngh...uunngh...uunngh," Sam grunted, as he tugged upward on his semi-hard member. The huge head flopped back and forth for several seconds as I watched, yet – miraculously – it began to swell with new blood. I was now on all fours, wagging my greased ass at one of the cameras, with my head no more than a foot away from his hardening cock. Yet I wasn't about to help him with my mouth. I wanted to see if he could do this by himself, so – later – I might show JJ that I'd found a potential recruit. After all, it'd been his idea to go into the porn business. 

"Y'all ready, Sam?" I asked, needlessly, as the young man had jerked his cock to admirable stiffness. By now his copious deposit of semen was running out of me, down my inner thighs, as he positioned himself between my splayed knees like a dog. He was breathing heavily as I felt him slowly ease his glans into my slick anal pucker. He poked at me gently at first, as if testing my resilience, then began a persistent pushing past my gradually loosening sphincter. "Aaaa-aahhh!" I groaned, as the initial pain overcame my bitchy resolve. It felt as if he were inserting a lemon into my ass, causing me to concentrate on relaxing my normally taut muscles. 

I was pleased with Sam's gentleness, as he gasped, "Yer so tight...Miz Jones...don't wanna hurtcha!" as he continued pushing until his prominent coronal ridge popped past my burning asshole. Once inside, though, it was easier to relax, and we alternately gave and received until he'd lodged a few inches into my colon. The entire time my eyes were closed, yet I pictured in my mind the huge meat of this wonderful island stud taking my dark hole. 

"I...it...it's good, Sam...it's...goood!" I mewled. "Just be gentle...and sloooow...okay?"

"Nnnngghh...Miz...I wanna fuck ya hard...so baaaad!" he whined.

"Eeaasy, baby...you're so biiiig!" I whimpered, feeling him dig more deeply into my bowels. "Take a li'l more...then fuck my pussy again. When you're doin' that, squeeze more lube into my ass, then do me there again. I'll tell you...when to stop!"

Sam took direction well, following my every instruction. His strong brown fingers dug into my hips and butt, pulling me slowly back and forth onto his thick rod. I ended up not being able to take him all, yet – while he was deep inside my bowels – we flipped over with him on his back. With my legs spread widely to the ceiling, I then inserted my dildo that I'd retrieved from my bag and masturbated to a climax for the cameras. As I screeched through my orgasm Sam planted an unrequested load of blistering semen deeply into my bowels. As we both came down, he apologized profusely for cumming, confessing that it would never again happen without my request. I was too relaxed to complain.

Sometime after a rest, we had a bite of lunch...finger food he'd gotten from Lulu's bar next door. Not really hungry...for food...I took a bathroom break and wiped myself clean of Sam's semen. It was still early afternoon and, though dying for a shower, I knew that I'd have to postpone one 'til I returned to the village. Sightseeing was out, since I smelled like a whore. So, instead, I decided to plan a big finish. "Sam!" I called from the toilet, and he soon filled the doorway with his large, naked frame. "Could you bring two of those equipment crates in here? The ones about a foot high?" 

He looked confused, yet did what I said. I then went to the main room and reloaded one of the videocams, bringing it into the toilet to set it up on a shelf. "Ya gonna film yerself masturbatin', Ginny?" he asked.

"No. I'm gonna get you with your prick through one of these holes!" I grinned. "We're gonna do a glory hole recording! You have some tape to put around some of these jagged openings? We don't wanta get splinters in that gorgeous cock when you stick it through the plywood!"

In a flash Sam had returned with a roll of duct tape, lining several of the portals in the thin wall with it. I was getting rather excited, since I'd seen a couple of glory hole videos and nothing turned me on more than the idea of anonymous sex...especially when it was viewed by an audience. It was something I'd never before tried, so, since this would be as much of a screen test for me as it was of Sam, I applied some dark makeup around my eyes...and, of course, lots of red gloss on my lips.




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 04



I directed Sam to do nothing, other than hang his flaccid member through whichever hole I wanted, to talk dirty to me so the camera's microphone could pick it up, and to cum when I told him. This video was to be witnessed only by JJ and me, I thought, for whatever reasons we wished. Sam was justifiably nervous, since he was the guinea pig, and it must have given him pause to see his cock disappear through the ¼" wall into another room, even though I'd laughingly assured him I wasn't a cannibal. 

I enjoyed preparing for the sequence. Redressing in my miniskirt and cropped top, I switched on the camera and walked into the john, lifting my skirt to pee. I wiped myself and, hesitating, lifted my skirt slowly, licking two fingers to begin masturbating while I raised my top and pulled at my nipples, slowly closing my eyes and breathing heavily as my excitement mounted. At a predetermined signal – me kicking the wall slightly with my right foot – Sam fed his cock slowly through a hole in the wall, causing me to glance over and give an ever-wider look of surprise. Such a phony business, this movie-making, I thought, barely able to avoid a smile. 

But I quickly got serious. Looking around, then back to the thick, brown, fleshy sausage that appeared to end in a large, shiny, purple plum, I touched the wall at his prick's base with the flat of my hand. I moved my fingers slowly outward toward the tip, causing a couple of jerks as the cock filled with blood. I had to think of it as "the cock," since this was anonymous sex, I reasoned. It was disembodied, with little more soul than a dildo, and needed to be treated as such.

But Sam was an aspiring actor. Though all but his dick was off camera, I'd forgotten how verbose he normally was when I'd told him to talk dirty to me. So, he began his monologue with, "Suck me, baby. You know you want to!"

"Aaaannngghmmmnn," I moaned, as I stuffed his hardening staff into my mouth and slowly began moving my head forward and backward.

"Thaas' it...little white tourist slut...come down here ta get some jizzum from us poor brown boys," he gasped, as I took him deeper. 

"Mmmm...gi' it to me," I gasped, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked well past his fully-engorged glans. By this time I'd raised my top and slipped my arms out of it, waiting for a convenient moment to slip it off my head. That happened in a second as I pulled off him for breath.

"Suck harder, bitch!" he said, now really into a sexist character. "You git me real hard an' I'll plant some babies in that sweet, white pussy, Miz Jones! What'll ya tell the ol' man then?" he asked, chuckling lewdly. 

Good, Sam, I thought. Nothing sells better than a few references to interracial pregnancy. "Nnggh...aaanngslllipp...yeeaahh, big brown stud...gimme your thick...hot cuuumm," I mewled, as I dropped my tongue and forced Sam past my epiglottis for the camera. That was only the beginning, since soon I was throating him completely.

"Jeezus...yer takin' it all!" he gasped. "Horny little white rich bitch! Gonna gimme some o' that tight pink cunt?"

"Want some o' this?" I asked, pulling off him and standing to pull off my skirt and spreading my wet pussy lips for the camera with one hand as I jacked his pulsing penis with the other. "You wanta bang this high-class American pussy?"

Totally nude now, I stepped on one of the crates Sam had brought in and placed my bare foot on the edge of the toilet, my open gash perfectly in line with his rigid, upturned cock as it stuck through the wall. Looking directly into the camera, I backed slowly onto him, taking his entire length into me. As his huge glans spread my tender tissues before it, I closed my eyes and unconsciously uttered, "Oooooohhh," until my ass cheeks pressed against the plywood wall. Grasping the open toilet seat by the top with my left hand, I then pulled off to the maximum, opening my eyes slightly, then slid backward again, feeling his coronal ridge plow through each of my vaginal furrows as they spasmed in response to his delightful insertions. 

"Nuthin' feels as good as a tight 'Merkun cunt," Sam boasted from the other side of the wall. "C'mon, slut, show me some moves!" he cackled, to which I responded by bouncing my ass at him for a couple of minutes like some hip-hop dancer. 

At the same time, I thought, I was the director! "Here's a move, motherfucker!" I snarled, probably striking closer to the truth than I'd planned, as I pulled off him and plunged my lubed asshole onto his cock. "Betcha like boys, too, huh, big fella!" I growled, as I squeezed him mercilessly with my tight rectum. 

"Aaaahh, shiiit! Yeeaahh! Fuck me, you slut!" he crowed, until I stopped, pulled off and spun around to face the wall on my knees.

"I knew it, you half-breed fudge-packer," I said, lewdly. I'm not sure I meant it, but – after all – this was on video. "Now...for the Oscar committee...let's see a titty fuck!" I whirled off him and lapped at the end of his cock, now soured with the taste of my colon, just before cradling it between my breasts. "I'm gonna count to 30, slowly. When I get there I wantcha to cum! One...two...three...".

"Ginny! I can't! I'm...". He was now thrusting between my tits, as my tongue teased his cock head each time he pushed forward. He'd forgotten I was "Miz Jones."

"Ten...eleven...twelve...". Come on, sweet boy, I thought.

"But...I can't see ya! An'...".

"Twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two...". Let's go, big stud...do your thing, I urged, silently, as I pinched my tits together more tightly and sucked at his glans wantonly.

"Yeah! Ginny! Yeah! Do that!" he said, as I covered his glans with my whole mouth.

"Twenty-eight...twenty-nine...thirty!" I cried, and at that Sam's cock began spewing forth thick ribbons of cum into my mouth, which I let pour out over my chin and down my front. I then diverted his spurting dick to my face and lower to my tits, making for a perfect – commercial – cumshot. "Good, Sam...good," I murmured, milking his shaft empty of its warm droplets as he gasped exhaustedly. 

"Gawwd-dammm...yer tough!" he said, after I'd cleaned up and we'd both thrown on some clothing.

"Just acting like a porn professional, young stud. You did pretty well. I'll let you know tomorrow how the tapes and digitals turn out. If they pass muster with JJ, then maybe you can come to the States," I said. "For now, I need a shower and wanta see my daughter, so, take me back to the village." 

I'd proven my point to Sam...as well as to myself. Cameras had been our only witnesses. After showing the results of the day's work to JJ, I'd see what our plans for Sam were. Back at the village, just before leaving him, I said, "Pick me up early tomorrow...around 8...on your bike. I wanta see some sights, and it's been a couple of years since I've been on a motorcycle." 

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Please vote and send constructive feedback, after reading earlier chapters. Ginny's vacation gets hotter in the next installment.



Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 05



Reading Chapter 4 will put this one in perspective. Here, Ginny continues her hands-on study of the natives. 

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Part 1 

"Jeezus, Ginny! Your video and camera work...fabulous!" said JJ. "Or should I call you 'Miz Jones', you budding little porn star?"

"Sam spent a lot of time behind the camera, JJ," I responded. "But, as you can see, he's got real potential as an actor!"

After dinner, JJ and I reviewed the screen tests I'd done with the 20-year-old island stud, Sam. After seeing the videotapes and digital photos, my father thought the guy could be of real use in our porn production business, which was really no more than an idea on which JJ had sold me. "You're gonna see him tomorrow...more 'sight seeing,' right?" he said, sardonically. "So, tell him to save his pennies for a one-way flight to SFO. We'll set up a place for him and get him some gigs, then we'll e-mail him to join us."

"I don't want him staying with us, JJ. Living with Luala and Sam under the same roof would be like refereeing a gang war. I want him just close enough so I can...you know...enjoy him when I feel like it." I guess that I'd found – in JJ's words of a few weeks earlier – my "young buck," a guy I could use for purely recreational sex.

"We'll get him a place in a student co-op apartment. He'll go crazy with the coeds," he said. "I'll let the Chief know we're probably leaving in a few days." 

That news saddened me, but I understood that JJ didn't want to overstay our welcome, particularly since each of the male villagers might want a ceremonial goodbye fuck from me...the designated reincarnation of their long-dead white queen, Audra. We just didn't have time for that. 

This trip to Pohnpei had turned into "separate vacations" for the two of us, given how our individual sexual agendas had evolved since we'd arrived. That night I slept fitfully alongside JJ and my daughter's nanny, Luala, dreaming lasciviously of the island bad boy I'd discovered. In early morning – it was Friday – I rose to shower and eat, after entertaining visions of his buff brown body coupling with me. I prepared carefully, packing my large shoulder bag with one film camera and one digital. The remaining space was devoted to the day's supplies: toilet tissue, flavored lubricant, sunscreen, dark glasses, my dildo, a towel, washcloth and soap, a sponge, a douche, some bottled water, a thermos of sakau, and breath spray. 

I took a while brushing my long hair and applying makeup, selecting just the right shades to match my purple halter top and flowered purple and white sarong skirt that left my midriff and shoulders bare. On my lips I used a dark pink gloss, then outlined them with a darker line. It was only 7:30 when I'd finished my finger and toenails with matching purple polish. I looked in the mirror and, facing me, was the image of a blonde, sexy looking American woman in her mid-twenties who was going "clubbing" – very much the fashion in the States. I was ready for almost anything. Finally, I attached large gold hoops in my pierced ears, which glinted sexily against my deeply tanned face and made me look a little trashy. With my bag packed, sitting next to the door, I sat waiting for Sam...my heart beating like that of an impatient teenager waiting for her boyfriend. Underneath my sarong, my bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation. Today I was going to live up to my fuckable image, I'd decided.

At the stroke of 8 a.m., Sam pulled up in front of the bungalow, revving his motorcycle, which roused JJ and Luala. "Have a great day!" JJ mumbled sleepily, and reached across the body of our bed partner, the beauteous, sleeping, Asian nanny, which – no doubt – signaled to her the beginning of some sort of sexual play with him. 

"Morning, Miz Jones," Sam said outside, cutely, using my assumed porno name. He lengthened my bag's strap so that he could anchor it in front of his seat with the bag resting behind me, against my butt, and he helped me fasten a helmet on my head. I mounted the buddy seat and we were off. Just as we sped out of the village, I saw Anu watching us with a plaintive look, his hand raised to me. I waved back, and vowed to explain as much as I could to him before we left for home. I truly hoped that I hadn't neglected him too much in the past couple of days. 

"No hurry, okay?" I yelled in Sam's ear, and he slowed down so that I could enjoy the heavenly humid morning, still too early to be hot. My arms were wrapped around his tight stomach, yet once out of the village I took liberties. I ran my hands up past his six-pack stomach to his chiseled pecs, then down again to his waist and my fingers plucked lightly at his loin wrap, which was split in front. My heart rate increased as I did this, but I couldn't restrain myself, so I leaned forward, pressing my breasts into his muscled back, and reached forward to slide my hands from his thighs back to his groin. Yes! he was naked under his clothing, as always, which caused my pussy to palpitate. As my fingers touched his growing cock, Sam slowed down a bit more, allowing us a leisurely passage down the road under the jungle canopy. This allowed him to steer with only one hand. With the other he reached back between my legs, splayed underneath my sarong and welcoming the relatively cool breeze against my heated crotch, and slid two fingers up my moistening slit. He then turned his head sideways and made a big show of licking them, causing me to close my eyes and jack his prick more rapidly. 

I'm such a slut, I thought, doing all this with a guy I might not look at twice...maybe three times...back home. But I was on vacation, and was overjoyed that he was letting me use his body for amusement. He turned again and yelled, "Rest stop comin' right up!" and steered off onto one of the many dirt roads leading into the jungle. 

By the time we'd coasted to a stop and he'd killed the engine, I'd taken off my helmet and shaken out my blonde tresses. I slipped off the back of the bike as he set the kickstand and I said, "Today's for sightseeing...and this is Sight #1! Get back on your bike and face the back. It's been a long night and I need my protein drink this morning!" I giggled, still giving orders, though quite apart in mood from the bossy bitch I'd been the day before. "You passed the screen tests, by the way...with flying colors!" I said, as I leaned over the back of the bike and took Sam's purple glans quickly into my hot mouth for the first time since yesterday. 

"Wow! Ginnnny," gasped Sam, as I worked his extraordinary prick past my gag reflex. "I'm gonna get in the movies?" he asked eagerly, panting.

"If you please me, baby. Remember, you told me...you c'n cum five times!" I was going to suck down his first load ten ways from Sunday, I thought – right here, less than a mile outside the village – as my throat muscles gripped him. My primary fixation this morning was sex, sex, and more sex. "Now, just cum...whenever you want...don't hold back...this is for you," I murmured, as I took him deeply. "Just think of it as my congratulations...for yesterday." 

He'd placed his hands behind himself on the handlebars and his legs straddled the bike's seat with his feet on the ground. My eyes never left him as my head bobbed up and down. His narrow, bronzed hips, with their statuesque muscles outlining his flat belly, extended upward as I counted his abdominal ridges with my eyes – three prominent ones, one less so – then I viewed the sexy flare of his ribcage up to his broad chest and deeply-articulated pectorals. My Gawd, he was beautiful! I moaned deeply in my throat in appreciation, and my cheeks hollowed around his glans, hungrily demanding his seedy deposit.

"Goddam, Ginny, yer gonna make me pop!" he groaned, as I sped my pace.

"C'mon, sweetie. Gimme your cum. I dreamt about you all night!" I confessed, my hand jacking him in a twisting motion as I dropped back onto him and felt his cock head growing ever larger in my mouth.

"Fu-u-u-uck, Ginny, yer too much for me!" he gasped, jerking his head back and forth in a snapping motion as he tried to forestall his climax.

"Give...it...to...me...Sam!" I growled, interspersing each word with a deep oral plunge onto his shaft. "I...want...your...cum!"

"Ah! Ahh! Ahhhgh! Ahhhghhh!" he grunted, as his loins began jumping up at my head, trying to bury his prick deeper into my mouth and throat.

I hurried my jacking motion and, with my other hand, reached down to softly stroke his balls, which had an immediate effect. As I hummed encouraging "Mmm-hmmms" in my throat, his first blast filled my cheeks, which I immediately swallowed. As I took a deep breath, another spasm filled my mouth again, which I took down, then another...and another, causing me to seal my lips a couple of inches past his corona to avoid losing any of his semen. After what seemed like minutes of sucking, Sam's grunting and groaning ceased, and he lay back on the bike's handlebars. Still, however, he was leaking his thick cream onto my tongue. When he was finished I rose up over his hips and licked my lips lasciviously, saying, "You're so cute when you're like this...all defenseless!" 

"Shiiiit!" he said, and just lay there, breathing heavily. I got to my feet, reached into my bag and took a deep swig of water from my bottle, then followed it with breath spray.

"C'mon, Sammy, let's get back on the road! We've got four more sights to see today! Next stop, the cultural center I haven't been to!"

It took several minutes for my young brown motorcyclist to come to his senses and continue our journey. He was noticeably more placid – less cocky – as we proceeded toward town. But, as we got closer to Kolonia, I'd found a convenient place for my hands, at his crotch, cupping his meaty genitals with my palms.

Sam walked me through the cultural center, this one devoted chiefly to the time before and during WWII when the Japanese had occupied the Pacific islands. Most of it was devoted to old photographs showing the development of the island's economic infrastructure. There were several old pictures of a beautiful stone church as well, with a tall European bell tower that looked very much out of place in the jungle setting. "What's that?" I asked him.

"The German Catholic Church," he said. "Built when they were here after the Spanish. The Japanese destroyed it – except for the tower – during the Second World War."

"The tower's still there? Could we go see it?" I asked. I was still a sucker for things religious, though most of my fundamental Protestant beliefs had been discarded...chiefly at JJ's urging, and because of our sexual activities as swingers.

"Sure!" said Sam. "It's a half hour away...beautiful place. Only tourists go there now."

We hopped on the bike and made our way into the jungle on the other side of Kolonia. On our way, Sam yelled back at me, "It's Lulu's birthday. Ya know, the owner of the bar next to the store. I told her I'd be seein' ya today an' she begged me ta bring ya by for her party. She liked ya a lot when you two met. Should be pretty wild!" 

I nodded, anxious to do something crazy, but not really looking forward to going. A party in a smelly bar was far from my mind as I let my whole being absorb the warm, humid beauty around us. I'd felt so free on Pohnpei since arriving, and my heart jumped with happiness at the fresh air and blue sky, causing me to lay my head against Sam's broad back. I felt especially reassured by the feeling of his crotch under my hands. He still seemed to be moist between his legs from my earlier saliva bath, though the weather was getting warmer and it might have been only sweat. I knew that the wet between my legs wasn't perspiration.

We rode up to the church tower past an empty tourist bus. A tour guide was leading a crowd of pale-skinned visitors around the grounds, pointing out headstones in the old churchyard and disseminating historical information. We stood at the back of the group, with Sam carrying my heavy bag, and listened to him drone on and on. "Who's that?" I asked him.

"He's the Lutheran minister on the island. Another one o' them 'nose-in-the-air' types. Doesn't like me at all," he said. 

I looked at the people and saw Rafe and Veronika among them – my Australian acquaintances from the first day in town – and they grinned, waving back at me. I touched Sam on his arm and said, "We don't have to stay here. I wanta climb up the tower and see the view, okay?"

"Sure. We'll have ta watch our step, though. It's kinda rickety."

It sure was rickety, but, after several minutes we'd made our way up an old winding stairway to the very top of the bell tower, which looked down on a plain that showed Kolonia lower in the distance, then a breathtaking background vista of the azure ocean. It was an absolutely stunning view, and I wished that I could live on the spot. Below, through a large portal, we could see the group of tourists – along with Rafe and Veronika – in the yard, still mesmerized by the solemn tones of the minister. The place and the moment were perfect, I thought. I slowly backed up into Sam, felt the bulge at his groin, turned around and murmured quietly, "Okay, big guy...this is Sight #2." 

I whimpered as he swept me off the floor into his arms, and ground my crotch against a muscular thigh as he kissed me and lifted me away from the open portal to the center of the belfry. He carried me to a safety railing that surrounded the top of the winding stairway, and I looked down sixty dizzying feet to the floor of the tower and leaned forward against it as Sam lifted my sarong. I whimpered with excitement as I felt his strong legs press against my naked thighs and ass, and I lifted one leg high to rest one foot on a cross beam forming the rail. I heard him rasp from his lungs, "Gawd, yer so hot, Ginny," as he bent his legs and simultaneously lifted my other foot off the floor to probe my dripping pussy with his erect cock. I wrapped that leg behind his knee and slowly felt myself being filled with his hot meat. 

"Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh...Sa-Sa-Saaamm!" I whined, as my sheath slipped down over his rampant prick, which lodged against my cervix. "I really...really...really need you to fuck me to-daaay!" I keened, sounding ridiculously childish as I did so. 

"Uuunngh...so.sweet," he grunted as we slowly began pushing and pulling at each other. With my arms supporting my upper body on the railing, and both legs keeping me at the right height, Sam's hands snaked around me and slid under my halter top to twiddle my nipples. 

"Squeeze my tits, Sammy...pinch my nipples...please...hard, baby!" I crooned, as I cycled back and forth onto his suspending cock. He did so and I moaned, as my entire body began to glow with the delight he was causing. "Aaangh! Aaangh! Aaangh! Aaangh!" I began to grunt, once again losing myself in the sublime rhythm of fucking my mixed race island stud.

That's what he'd become...my island stud. God...forgive me, I thought, sullying your church – what's left of your house – with my base desires. Down deep, though, the fact that I was satisfying my animal needs as a woman in an old place of Christian worship made it all the sweeter. I was still a believer, yet was hardly devout anymore, so my feral hunger drew from the most elemental depths of my imagination a gut-wrenching, guilty joy that transported me to a place where sex was everything. Mindless fucking was all that was important. It was as if I'd found my perfect existential level as the center of my body cyclically swallowed, then expelled, the monster that sprang from Sam's loins.

"Gonna cum soon, Ginny!" he gasped, unlike him. "Can't help it...too good...gonna...".

The sound we both then heard was a surprised, frightened, female cry below us. I opened my eyes to look down and saw a woman turn and run outside from the bell tower floor many feet below, only to be replaced by four or five other curious men and women who felt it necessary to take a peek upward at our feverish coupling. We heard much frenetic jabbering going on outside among the tourists, which only spurred us onward. We thrust faster...then faster yet...mindlessly questing for the orgasms we knew would come...soon, I hoped. I was moaning now, "Unh, unh, unh, unh," and urging Sam to drill me harder, floating as I was on the sensuous cloud that buoyed me. 

It wasn't until my wide open eyes saw Rafe, one of my Australian acquaintances, climbing up the stairs with his camera clicking at us, that I realized I was split wide open for all to see from below, with Sam's huge brown cock plowing the pink furrow between my legs. Rafe laughed loudly up at me and called, "Knew you were one steamin' sheilah when I metcha' the othah day, Ginny. Nikki tol' me she thot so, too. We'll be heah a coupla days yet, so, if ya get tired o' that theah teenageah, give ol' Rafe a call at the Excelsior!" He then snapped a half dozen pictures of me, the last four of which showed me cumming with a vengeance. I couldn't help but scream as Sam began spilling his hot load into me at the same time. When my vocal echoes died down I was hoarse, and I heard the tour bus's engine start. "Oops, gotta go now," said Rafe, who'd witnessed the writhing throes of my noisy orgasm. He slowly lowered his camera, descended the three flights of stairs he'd climbed, and was gone. 

I should've felt ashamed, but I didn't. Instead, I stood up, stretched my legs, and kissed Sam deeply. Going to my bag, I unrolled a bunch of tissue and soaked up his copious cum, which was running down my legs. "Want some water, honey?" I asked. "I need a drink after that," and tipped the bottle to my lips. The liquid felt clean and soothed as it went down.

"Naw...maybe some sakau...a real drink," he said, ever the party boy, as he tipped my liquor-filled thermos to his lips. He seemed remarkably subdued after that, though.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Am I wearing you out?"

"Uh...no, it's just that...I...I've never met anyone like you before," he said.

"And maybe you never will again! C'mon, show me some more sights! What's next? What's #3 gonna be?" I asked, raising my eyebrows several times in succession to show my sexy intent. "Will you carry my bag?"

It was late morning when we rode back to town and Sam took me to the fish market on the lagoon. All the native fishermen had brought their catches ashore and were selling them right off the boats. There were finned fish I couldn't identify, mysterious shellfish...even octopi and squid. They were sold to all comers, as well as to procurers from the tourist hotels, one of which was the Excelsior that Rafe had mentioned. It was a modern, six-story building right on the beach. We had a romantic walk along the beach behind that hotel, with me devilishly pulling Sam under an adjoining pier a couple of times to grope him and taste his tonsils. He talked about his white mother, who had, incestuously, initiated him into the arts of physical love when he was a teen. I didn't tell him about similar experiences with my father. 

We ate lunch at a folksy little native restaurant on the pier. I'd never eaten a tastier fish soup – much better than stateside cioppino or bouillabaise, served with grainy island bread and sakau. I was slightly tipsy and giggly when we'd finished, and decided that I wanted to see how tourists lived in Paradise. "Let's go over to that hotel and raise some eyebrows," I said.

"What, the Excelsior? Ginny, they won't let me in the lobby, even. I told ya 'bout how they look down on us!"

"Aw, c'mon, it'll be fun! A new adventure!" I lowered my voice to a sexy tone and crept my fingers, spider-like, up his bare thigh. "Don'tcha want a new adventure, cutie?" 

He thought for a moment, then brightened, saying, "Wait! One o' the girls from school's a maid there. I'll call her. Maybe she can get us in!"




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 05



"Atta boy!" I said. He was so cute when he was scheming and conniving, though it was at my urging. 

Sam made his call and returned, beaming with news that would please me. "She'll meet us at the rear service elevator. She'll be workin' the top floor all day, getting' it ready for the weekend! I'll owe her one for this!"

"Betcha I know how you'll pay her back, studly," I purred, affectionately.

"Aw, Ginny, I do other things, too!" he responded, hinting that he wanted me to notice something a little more sensitive about him than merely his flesh.

The ride up in the service elevator was chilly, accompanied as we were by Sam's housekeeping friend – "Weiana" was on her name tag – who avoided my eyes, disapproving as would an elder sister who disliked her kid brother's girl friend. "Quick! Follow me to the corner room," she said. "You've got two hours 'fore I get there ta clean. An' don' trash it! If somebody catches ya they'll fire me!" she said, dismissing me with a contemptuous look as she unlocked the door. Social class and racial antipathy, sadly, appeared to be as virulent here as everywhere else I'd been. 

"Look at that Jacuzzi!" I gasped, as we entered the rooms, a three-room corner suite with a bubbling hot tub still splashing from its use by previous tenants. I stripped naked in an instant, stepping into the tub, and giggled, "Break out the sakau, baby. I need a drink!" I dropped to my knees with only my head above the churning water as Sam fished the thermos from my bag next to the tub and handed a cupful to me. "Now, get nekkid and join me, dude!"

He stripped and slipped slowly into the water. "Frothy water scares me...a little," he murmured, as he came to me. I was gulping down a cup of liquor, then we embraced, with me passing a bit of the burning liquid into his mouth.

"Why?" I asked.

"Almost got et by a shark...when I was a kid," he confessed, finishing my drink for me. "Don' worry about it." 

I didn't at that moment, because I was tugging at his hardening cock. He was stiff in no time and I coaxed him to his feet to suck on the wonderful prick that I considered mine today. I wanted this guy so badly again, here in a suite of luxury rooms we'd pirated, overlooking the southern Pacific Ocean. But for his rampant cock, he seemed putty in my hands, and – if a woman's libido can approximate the vicious, intense drive of a male rapist – that's the feeling that possessed me. "C'mere...honey," I said, pulling off, backing away and sitting up on the padded edge of the tub. "Gimme some more. I...need it," as I raised my legs and spread my open pussy to him invitingly.

"Aaagh...Ginny...yer the best," he gasped in my ear. "I've never had a woman as hot as you!"

"Mmnnn...even your...mamma?" I asked, as he plunged into me repeatedly. He'd been relatively quiet...unlike himself...and I hungered for more of his sexual prattle...more of his incessant, dirty compliments. Also, more than his seed, somewhere deep in my subconscious I wanted this boy to worship me. I truly wanted to make him my sexual slave. But the moment demanded something more basic. I wanted to get off! Again! "Gonna make me cum again, big man?" I asked, mewling into his ear. "Gonna make me cum around that gigantic brown cock?"

Suddenly he stopped his tender caresses and broke our embrace. Pushing back from me and causing me to brace myself behind on my hands, he looked me in the eyes and brought my legs down roughly into the bubbling water, which stood at his upper thighs. With his cock still planted deeply in me, grazing my clit, he placed his legs outside of mine, which were now drawn tightly together.

"Wanna cum?" he asked. "I'll make ya cum!" he crowed, and began sawing into me rapidly and ruthlessly, for minutes it seemed. He was rough. He was merciless. He was...oh, Gawd, he was sublime. He fucked me harder than I could recently remember, and brought me to a screeching, clawing orgasm until I finally lay exhausted on my back, unable to continue.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, turning to my side and looking down at his still-rampant dick. "What got into you?"

"Don' like bein' used as a tool," he said. "Women've always done that to me," he mumbled, petulantly.

I suddenly realized the button I'd pushed. "Oh, Sam...sweetie...I'm so sorry! C'mon. Let's take a shower and clean up!" As we walked to the luxurious shower, glassed-in on three sides with jets of hot water everywhere, I recognized that I'd breached the limits of Sam's fragile male ego. I also realized that – like the Chief's son, Anu – I'd caused this "boy," relatively speaking, to feel tenderly toward me. I marveled at the inextricable link between most men's enjoyment of sex and their romantic sensibilities...at least at the beginning of a relationship.

I also felt secure in the knowledge that this dynamic had never existed between my incestuous lover, father, and father of my baby, JJ, and me. That was one of the main reasons why I loved him.

So, ironically, I started becoming a bit distant...and bored. I'd captivated him and he was feeling loving toward me. Why couldn't he just fuck me and let it go at that? I wondered. What I thought of as Sight #3, in the shower with Sam, was fun, but nothing memorable. Lathered with soap, I caused him to cum, feeling the slick, hot liquid bathe me inside, but my mind was strangely – almost coldly – elsewhere. It was about 2 p.m. when we emerged from the room, with me looking like a temptress again, though my hair was in a ponytail because I knew it'd be sweltering outside. So, in my mainland attire and makeup, we took the service elevator down with Sam's disapproving hotel maid friend, Weiana. In the meantime, we'd had another cup or two of sakau, which made me blissfully high and Sam a bit rocky. 

"Lulu's?" Sam asked, as we mounted his motorcycle.

"Sure, baby," I said, leaning my head against his back and grabbing his nuts in my hands. "I need a good party," I said – in kind of a narcotic fog – hoping that my afternoon mood would improve with Sight #4.

Part 2 

We heard music blasting through the open front door of Lulu's bar before we got there. We parked the bike next to a couple of others and walked into the tavern, jam-packed with perspiring people. Sam led me by the hand to the bar and Lulu was sitting on a high stool on the customer side – with her omnipresent cigarette – acting like royalty as her friends and customers surrounded her, congratulating her on her 65th birthday. She saw me and gave me a boozy welcome, hacking up a gob of sputum and hugging me. "Ginny! The Queen's arrived! Thanks so much fer comin', li'l girl!" She reminded me of one of my favorite aunts who'd passed away several years before. "Git Ginny a big absinthe, kiddo. On the house!" she said to a chunky, rough-looking white girl in a tank top and jeans who was tending bar. "Here, Butch! Stow her bag behind the bar, too, an' don' splash on it!" We shouted at one another for a few minutes – trying to make ourselves heard – as the sweating crush of humanity ebbed and flowed, pressing me against Sam and a dozen others. The pressure reminded me of the thousands of little fishes who'd surrounded and nibbled me with their soft, kissing mouths, causing me to orgasm at the Nan Madol lagoon days before. 

The music was absolutely deafening, and I noticed dozens of people dancing in the back room...or at least doing something like dancing. As I sipped my drink it was hard to see, since the air was thick with smoke, and purple black lights were punctuated by silver strobe lights that froze images of writhing bodies in place. Sam knew a lot of people and introduced me around, mostly to men, who eyed my body lasciviously under my tight sarong and purple halter top. It was like being in a mosh pit at a rock concert, surrounded by undulating flesh. As the sakau I'd drunk earlier continued its work, and the deadly absinthe poured in a full water glass worked on my nervous system, I began feeling a part of this group of island strangers, several of whom were workers for mainland American companies, I discovered. 

Someone passed me a joint, and I filled my lungs with the smoke, only to cough and pass it on. It hit me immediately and added to the alcohol mix already numbing me. "I'm Teou," a friend of Sam's said, looking down at me.

"Well, of course you are!" I gushed, with immediate, stoned, almost surreal, understanding. "And I'm Ginny, uuh...Jones!" I said, holding out my hand for him to shake. He was tall, had a very dark native complexion, was broad-faced in a lumpy way, black-eyed and thickly muscled. His hair was dark and frizzy, and he was covered with tattoos. He had a gold earring and gold caps on his teeth, which gleamed in the strobe lights because his smile was as broad as the crescent of a quarter moon. Teou exuded joy, but wasn't really a handsome guy. And, partly because of the alcohol I'd consumed...partly because of my feeling a bit bored with Sam...the moment I met him I knew that I was making him more attractive, exciting...and sexy...than he really was.

"Ha-hahhh!" he whooped. "Only white tourists shake hands, Ginny! Here's how we do it on Pohnpei!" He grabbed me off my feet and crushed me to his thick, sarong-wrapped loins, grinding his upper thigh against my crotch until I'd nearly spilled my drink. He smelled like newly mown hay, and – aside from his tattoos – his hands and arms were colored with green stains. "Whataya doin' here with 'The Snake'?" he asked loudly, for the benefit of five or six similar looking friends of his.

"The Snake?" I asked.

"Yeah! This kid! He din' tellya his nickname?" he leered. As drunk as I was getting, I knew full well why Sam had gotten that nickname...obviously because of his lengthy penile endowment. "Wanna dance?" Teou asked.

"Uhhh...maybe...with The Sna...with Sam...but not here. It's so crowded!"

"C'mon ta the pool room, then, you guys...more room there!" shouted Teou, as he grabbed my hand, blazing a trail slowly through the sea of bodies to the back room, with Sam and all of my new acquaintance's green-stained buddies behind me.

One of the reasons it was less crowded in the pool room was because those who weren't dancing were making room for two couples to fuck on a couple of the billiard tables, which had wisely been covered by Lulu beforehand with thick, protective plastic shrouds. Those who were dancing ground away at one another, in pairs and groups, most of whom only glanced periodically at the lewd sex acts taking place on the tables. Thank Gawd I have a brain, I thought, as I retreated into myself. Though I knew I was seriously impaired at the moment, at least I could choose...either to watch with fascination, to walk away, or exercise some other option.

I did the latter. "Cmon, Snake," I shouted to Sam over the din, "...dance with me!" and we started to grind against each other with the strobe lights illuminating our simulated, stand-up mating. I put my absinthe drink on a pool table's plastic cover as Sam put his empty sakau cup next to mine. I kept my eyes on the couples fucking on the tables as we did our thing, and was soon dripping with sweat. My hair was limp, my halter top was soaked through, and rivulets of perspiration were running down my midriff and legs as we squatted and fused suggestively on each rhythmic upswing. Over my shoulder Teou handed Sam another cup of sakau, which he drained in three gulps while Teou's friends yelped encouragement. I'd witnessed this young male custom many times before in the States, and it became patently clear what Teou was doing, as I felt him press against my backside, rubbing his bulge against my butt crack. He was trying to get Sam drunk. For minutes we three ground together to the deafening music, with me sandwiched between my two island admirers. Macho as ever, Sam continued to drink.

Soon one of the men – a skinny, white, guy – who was fucking a fat, brown woman leaning over a pool tabletop, pulled his prick from her and sprayed several shots of cum onto her back as she mewled her enjoyment. His splashes of seed looked fluorescent white under the black lights and glowed all over her butt. I immediately felt a sympathetic pang in my vitals as he emptied his load, which was soon accompanied by the groans of the other couple, as a fleshy brown woman covered with stretch marks, and a darker man who looked Samoan, came simultaneously. She was on her back, with her legs locked around his plunging hips, and howled for a good thirty seconds, well beyond the ending of the song we'd been dancing to. Cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the room as I reached for my drink to take a huge gulp, which finally pushed me over the edge from being tipsy into complete drunkenness. I backed against the edge of the table and looked up into the eyes of my male cohorts. Sam was blitzed. Teou wasn't. Until the music started again, I thought, I should probably try to talk to this aggressive guy, who was eating up my body with his eyes.

"So, whattaya do, Teou?" I asked, sipping more absinthe.

"Me an' my buds here haul kava in from the fields...in trucks. Nothin' fancy...but it's steady work with the 'Merkun fruit company." That's when the music started again. "Get Snake another drink," he yelled to a tattooed friend. "That's what all this green stuff is," he said to me, holding out his rough palms. 

"How 'bout 'chew, sweet thang?" he asked, reaching over to pinch me hard on one pert nipple that was poking through my sweat-soaked halter top. My shock at his impertinence showed on my face and I looked up at Sam, who just grinned drunkenly. The music started again and, taken aback by Teou's groping, I quickly slipped through an open gap in the crowd to an old-fashioned phone booth, the large, wooden kind with glass on three sides, a seat and a bi-fold door. But Sam and Teou were right behind me. "Wan' more dance, babeee?" asked Teou, his gold teeth glinting.

"Sure," I said, placing my drink on the shelf under the phone, as we stepped away a few paces and began our sandwiched, hip-hop grind. I toked a few more times on a joint that was passed me, and the dancing became more like swimming, it was so hot. My entire body was dripping and the place smelled fetid from stinking, unwashed bodies. Yet, my addled mind loved it, and I felt a thrill as I was absorbed into the midst of the undulating, anonymous press of writhing humanity. Sam was now half-erect, and I could see the tip of his huge cock poking out at me from under his wrap. I could also feel Teou's full erection probing my butt as we did our simulated mating dance, and soon his hands had raised my halter top above my breasts as he pinched away roughly at my nipples. Drunk as I was, my tits felt relatively cool, uncovered as they were, so I just closed my eyes and dizzily accepted the buzzing pulses brought on by his persistent, squeezing fingers. 

An old Eric Clapton song came on – I couldn't remember which – and I shrieked with joy. This was partly because he's my favorite guitarist, but mostly because Sam had lifted my body up to him and I'd locked my legs around his hips to take a couple of inches of his member inside me. "Good boy, Snake," shouted Teou, as my butt suddenly felt cold at the same time. 

The tattooed truck driver had lifted the back of my sarong and was gripping my sweaty, naked ass roughly with his stained, calloused hands. I started to object, but instead just grabbed Sam around the neck with my arms, glad to no longer be bored with him, and held on, as we continued our dance, dropping more fully onto him with each musically timed bend of his knees. I knew that people were watching us, but I didn't care. I also knew that every other second the strobe lights were picking up flashes of the sudden rubbing against my anus of the randy prick of the rapacious Teou who was grinding behind me. When he spread my butt cheeks and finally impaled my sweating rectum with his engorged cock, slipping easily past my slippery sphincter into my colon, I screamed with delight and threw back my head, which he held craned back by wrapping my ponytail in his fist. Just like at Audra's cave, I was again fucking two brown men at a time! 

From that point we could have been dancing to ballet music. The thing relevant to my salacious mind was that I'd taken two cocks inside...one that I'd already tamed, and another that I knew that I could. I was being doubly penetrated and loved the full, driving feeling into my vitals. Selfishly, I wished that there'd been a third prick...from somewhere...anyone's. I looked about through drunken, lusty eyes at the whooping audience around us and, for minutes in the ear-shattering noise...the lurid flashing lights...I writhed bestially around the two probes, now hoping that this obscene public fucking would never stop.

Sam suddenly lost his balance and staggered backward against the nearest pool table to sit on its edge. I clamped my vagina down on him hard so as not to lose him and, comically, Teou staggered with us, gaining a couple of more inches into my ass as we suddenly stopped. "Uuunnghh, Gawd, yes!" I yelped, as he drove further into me, attracting the attention of more surrounding dancers. "Lay back, baby!" I yelled at Sam, which he did, and I straddled him, squatting and grinding my clit against him with my knees on the table's edge. I then began to plunge my cunt fully onto him, twirling it in obscene circles and contracting inside to milk at his embedded shaft. It was then that Teou grabbed the front of my thighs – trying desperately to match my rapid movements – and began brutally to fuck into my colon, which was growing more tender by the minute. "Aaoowww!" I shrieked, and he withdrew, spat copiously onto my asshole – then into his palm, which he used to cover his prick with saliva – and poked deeply into me again, causing me to groan raspingly from deep in my lungs, "Unngh, unngh...oohh...oohh...yeeeahh. Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohh, yeah! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!"

"Lookit this tight little white ass, bruhs! It's alive!" Teou crowed to his gold-toothed buddies. He then dug into me ruthlessly, unmindful of my periodic cries of pain that alternated with mewls of pleasure as my pussy quested for pleasure around Sam's tireless cock. 

Teou's fellow truck drivers now ringed us at the table's edge, drinking their sakau, and two of them had lifted their wraps to pull on their hard, uncircumcised cocks. I looked down from Sam's glazed eyes to my thighs, which were now covered with green sweat, obviously from Teou's mauling, and pictured in my mind what my ass looked like, covered as it must have been with kava stains. The filth of it all was overwhelming, and I was grunting like some feral beast, wanting to draw from these dark island men the seed of their loins. A perverse sense of fairness prompted this. I wanted to grapple with these locals tainted by American influence...relative corporate slaves compared with the more noble native people of the village where I'd been staying. It seemed only right...a fitting means of acquiring blood knowledge of the entire island culture that I'd come to love. 

Soon Teou was goring my ass with lightning-like thrusts, which were met by my constant, grunting, "Ungh, ungh, ungh." In the meantime, I'd worked myself into a slow, drug-addled frenzy on Sam's incomparable cock, causing a languorous, numbing orgasm to rise within me. Just as Teou drove one final time into my ass, I first mumbled, "Ooohh...yesss...it's cu'," then I mewled, "I'm cu'...," then I shouted, "I'm...Sam! I'm cuuuummmiiinnng!" and felt the tell-tale heat caused by Teou's semen filling my bowels. With Sam as our anchor, both Teou and I shuddered for a couple of minutes, giving our bodies a chance to recoup from what they'd done. When he'd gotten his breath, Teou cruelly reached forward and squeezed both of my breasts very hard, then pulled his cock from my anus, slapping me several times contemptuously on the butt. I growled angrily at him, insulted, and looked back. His dripping member slapped down against his thigh. It resembled a very large purple pepper – as I'd observed with previous native organs – ringed with a foreskin of the same color. It was swollen and enlarged on the business end and had a relatively small base and stem, by far the most unusual, alien-looking cock I'd ever seen, much less one that I'd had inside my body. 




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 05



"She's all yours, bruhs!" he cackled, at which point I looked down at the drunken Sam.

"Ginny...I'm gonna puke," gasped my young island stud in a panicked whisper. I pulled off of him so he could get up, which he did, and he staggered into a dark hallway – bumping against people in his path – toward what I assumed was the men's restroom where he could be sick. 

"Aaaww, Snake can't drink! He's a kid!" announced Teou loudly, now the conquering hero to his truck-driving buddies. "You!" he pointed to a cohort, "Take 'im up ta his room an' let 'im sleep it off!" The fellow went to where Sam had disappeared and that's the last I saw of my island stud. 

In the meantime I was lifted off the pool table by six strong, tattooed, truck drivers' arms and moved unsteadily toward the open phone booth where I'd stashed my drink. I was dehydrated and desperately needed water, yet I drained my glass of absinthe when it was handed to me. I really wanted my bag, since it contained stuff that I could take to the john to clean myself up. But it was behind the bar in the other room, and I was in a fog, being held on my feet, since my bloodless legs hadn't yet recovered from their position on the table. I didn't seem to care that my halter top was stretched up over my naked tits, nor did it seem unusual that cum was running out of my rectum down my thighs. So, I just went with how I was being directed. 

I looked down at the guy who was now sitting on the seat in the phone booth. He was one of Teou's grinning, gold-toothed buddies who'd been jerking himself off when I'd been in the pool table threesome. His wrap was lifted and he was now fully erect, his long cock colored green, now lubricated with saliva from his kava-stained hand, as he manipulated his foreskin up and down over a purple glans filled with blood. I shook my head in halfhearted objection as one of his friends spun me around, turning my back to him, and pushed me into the booth with my sarong lifted again to my waist and my legs spread to straddle the man's thighs. 

His insertion didn't hurt, since his friend, Teou, had already blazed my anal trail, leaving me partially open. I was already wet, from Teou's semen, saliva and sweat...and I needed to sit down. "Uuunnngggh," I grunted, as my gaping asshole accepted his cock to the hilt, and my head starting spinning again. Another of the green-stained group now stood in the phone booth's door, the front of his wrap split by a rampant, fat, uncircumcised prick. I didn't know what he wanted, so assumed it was a quick blow job since he was in line with my face. I opened my mouth – whining feebly in my larynx – anticipating an eventual load in my throat. But, whoever he was, he bent his knees, braced himself with his hands around his buddy under me, and rammed his dick into my pussy to his pubic hair. 

"Ooohh, Gaawwd, yeeaahh!" I cried, as he struck my cervix. "Nnnggghh...yeeaahh...fuck me!" I begged, then continued meaningless, desperate paeans as the two men pummeled my insides. I shouted ceaselessly from the rapacious pleasure they brought, now drawing a crowd outside the glassed-in booth. "Aawgh...fuck me!" I begged, as my brain faded into oblivion. I felt my feet being lifted and placed flat against both sides of the door frame, opening me completely to the dark marauder between my upraised legs, and my throaty sounds dropped almost an octave into savage, insensate grunts as a chain of climaxes gripped me. "Aaawwaaggh...fuck me. Aawwggh...fuck me. Aawwggh. Aawwggh. Aawwggh," I continued, until both of my charges had brutally filled me with their seed.

As another pair of workers – both islanders – took their places inside me, I looked to either side and saw other large brown guys grinning through the glassed-in sides of the phone booth. They tugged at their cocks and, laughing, took their respective places in line for a seemingly vengeful shot at me...an unsuspecting white, "high class" tourist woman. A couple of the previous voyeurs hadn't waited for me, I noticed through my blitzed eyes, since streams of cum were running down the outside of the glass on either side of the booth. 

After a while I was deep throating other brown men – as well as submitting to double penetration – and sucking down their viscous, anonymous seed. When each man was finished with me, I was struck by his unique contemptuous act. Whether it was to rub my saliva crudely onto my face, put a filthy finger into my mouth to draw out recently deposited semen and rub it on my tits, or to slap and gouge at my sexual parts, each gesture showed unmistakable social aggression. It was as if I'd provided only symbolic holes, topped with a blonde mane, into which they could spill their political frustration. I felt like a once pristine porcelain vase that had been used as a spittoon. 

Eventually, the witnessing crowd thinned and I was left nearly alone, with the jukebox playing a mournful country western tune about lost love. I looked down at my breasts at the bright white, fluorescent, tracks of wet cum on my tits, stomach and thighs, gleaming under the black lights and shining under the strobes. Getting slowly to my feet, I realized that I was more drunk than I'd ever been...and wended my way back to the dark hallway, where Sam had disappeared into the restroom, hours ago it seemed.

Part 3 

On the restroom door there were two old baked porcelain signs in black and white: LADIES and GENTLEMEN. I giggled to myself, sardonically, because on this afternoon I hadn't seen anyone who filled those classic definitions...myself included. As I entered the stinking toilet room – obviously unisex since there was a stained, rusty, sheet metal trough on one wall serving as a men's urinal – I stumbled sideways into a stall, slamming and locking the door behind me, and flopped onto the filthy toilet seat. Moaning to myself, I let go with a mighty pee, emptying my bladder, which had suffered for at least an hour. I relaxed and belched from deep in my stomach, tasting the plastic-like remains of untold loads of semen, and moaned. From somewhere came a deep male voice, resonant and modulated, that I immediately assumed was God's, saying, "That was quite a show you put on out there."

"Wha...?" I exclaimed, looking around, wondering who had witnessed my performance and was now judging it. I saw nothing, except a hole at about waist height filled with an eyeball, leading into the stall next door. Shit! I thought, a unisex bathroom...with a peephole in the fucking wall! I looked at the hole and saw light coming through it now, as if my neighboring witness had suddenly left his voyeuristic position. "Who're you?" I asked.

"You don't need to know," said the voice. "Are you okay? Can I help you at all?"

"Ya know...my bag's out in the other room, behind the bar. If you could get it for me...," I hesitated, "I'll be real nice to you." One more blow job would hardly matter, I reasoned, self-contemptuously.

"Back in a minute," said the voice. As the restroom door closed all was quiet and I suddenly relieved my bowels noisily, gasping with relief since it was all liquid and felt like diarrhea. Small wonder, I thought, after all that anal abuse.

I heard the door open again and saw my bag being pushed under the door to my stall, and heard the person – the man – who'd brought it to me re-enter the stall next to mine. "Ohh, Gawd, thanks," I said, pulling out the bottle of douche and administering it gingerly. "Another favor, Sir? Could you wet this sponge and washcloth and hand it to me? Please?"

"Sure," he said, taking the things from me under the door, running warm water over them, and returning them to me.

"Thanks. Who are you anyway?" I asked, now naked and wiping down my green-stained body. 

"You've never met me, but I know who you are. You have quite a hot streak under that respectable façade. How's your daughter, Andi?" asked the voice, softly.

I was shocked at his knowing my daughter's name, and strained through my drunkenness to place his voice, to no avail. "Uuh...fine," I responded. "We're all enjoying our vacation."

"Well, I can see that you are," he said. "I hear you've become a legend in the past two weeks. What do you do in real life?" he asked, seeming sincere.

I thought, this is ridiculous! Talking about myself to a disembodied voice that appears to know more about me than I'd ever want in this situation. "I'm in the porn business," I said, embellishing the truth and covering my ass, figuratively, in case this guy could be dangerous in the future.

"I can believe it," he said, chuckling. "Which brings us to another point. Right now, you look like you could use some help...wrung out like you are. I'll wait 'til you get cleaned up and get you back to where you're staying...to the Chief's village...before it gets too late."

As I mopped the last of a stream of douche dripping from my snatch, I realized I was in trouble. If Sam had crashed upstairs he'd be in no shape to bike me back. I could call a taxi, but that would compromise Sam's trust with the Chief, being his trusted driver and all. And I certainly didn't want to throw myself on JJ's mercy. I'd gotten myself into this, and I'd get myself out of it...the best way I knew how. "I told you I'd be nice to you," I said, weakly, my voice quavering. "You probably noticed...I'm pretty good, uuh, with my mouth...". 

"It's not really necessary, you know," he said. 

"C'mon, whoever you are...I'm good for my word," I said, blustering with phony resolve.

"Well, I could stand up...get my cock hard, and take advantage of that beautiful, sculpted jaw of yours...your slick, pink lips. Mmm...you are an artist...with your tongue," the guy said.

Immediately playing into his fantasy, I said, "You can hardly wait until my soft, hot mouth..." – I was really getting into it – "...takes your dick into my throat and swallows down all that thick, syrupy cum of yours."

"Oh, I can wait," he muttered, from deep in his lungs. 

"C'mon, what're you afraid of?" I demanded, my drunken pride now deflated from his rejection.

"Nothing, Ginny. There's just a better time," he said. 

He knew my name! I realized. What could I do? It sounded like a good bargain. He'd help me get home, and I'd pleasure him. Besides, I really wanted to suck him off through this combined peep and glory hole, since I'd done it with Sam for his screen test. But this was real...it was anonymous...I might never know who he was, and the thought turned me on! But his cock wasn't forthcoming. Finally, I got fed up. "My porn name is 'Miz Jones', by the way." There was no response. "Well, it's your loss. I'm headed back to the States soon, so you'll never know what you missed." 

I heard a deep sigh from his stall, then he said, "See you outside...at the bar...okay?" His stall door opened and closed, then he exited the restroom.

Wow! I thought. It'd been a long time since I'd been turned down! But I soon forgot about it and tended to cleaning myself up as best I could. I fixed my hair back into its earlier ponytail and put on my clothing, now stiff with dried cum. Outside, at the bar, there were a few drunken customers. Lulu was gone. One good looking, sandy-haired guy about 35 was sitting in a shadowy corner and waved at me. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, starched khakis and sandals. I walked toward him and asked, "Are you my ride?" His blue eyes flashed intelligently from a beautifully tanned face, and he stood up, extending his hand.

"I'm Nick," he said, in that mellifluous voice. He was about JJ's height of 6'2", weighed maybe 200, had a trim, muscular build, a mustache and nicely cut hair that ended just over his ears. Next to his beer on the table was a pair of light-sensitive aviator glasses. "Want a drink?"

"Just ice water," I said, sitting across from him and putting down my bag. "Two glasses," I gasped, embarrassedly.

"You've earned 'em," he said, and went to the bar, returning with my request. He walked with an easy, unaffected grace that made me feel warm.

Thanking him, I asked, "What do you do, Nick?"

"Work on the island. I've been here a year-and-a-half," he responded. "Ready to go?" he asked, since I'd gulped down both glasses of ice water.

"All yours," I said, wishing I hadn't put it quite that way, as we walked out to a small, gray sedan at the curb. It had CCM painted on the doors.

"What's 'CCM'?" I asked, as we pulled away.

"Community College of Micronesia," he stated. "That's where I work. It's still early yet, so I'm taking you to our clinic. The doctor'll take a few vaginal smears, give you some antibiotics just in case, and see if you picked up anything today."

I was shocked back into reality. "Is that a common...problem here?" I asked.

"STDs aren't rampant, but you'll know by tomorrow," he said. "Either the doc or I will phone the results to you in the morning. He's on duty all weekend at the lab."

I felt so stupid as I explained to the doctor my multiple sex partners over the past couple of weeks. He wasn't surprised at all, though, since mainland whites, he said, frequently go sexually crazy when they're immersed in the island's permissive, sensuous culture. 

As Nick drove me back to the village I'd sobered up, yet I still felt beholden to him. Just before reaching our destination, I almost asked him to pull over...so I could show him how grateful I was, with a nice blow job. But, he was such a gentleman – and I'd embarrassed myself enough in his eyes – that I didn't. He dropped me just outside the village entrance, I slung my bag over my shoulder, thanked him again, and he was gone. Sadly, I realized that I hadn't seen the five sights I'd planned on this day. Yet, I'd been lucky to see four, and as my rational sense returned, I was becoming concerned, hoping that Nick would call tomorrow with negative test results. 

After a thorough shower, at dinner that night, JJ, Andi and I ate our first meal together in two weeks. In my absence this day, JJ had recruited Luala to begin her tutelage of our daughter, and she seemed to be doing a great job, practicing as she was to be our stateside nanny. Though Andi would still sleep in the kids' compound, JJ and Luala were gradually weaning her from the segregated customs of the island.

"Tomorrow night we've been invited to a dressy dinner party at the home of the college Dean," said JJ. "Then, Sunday night we'll get the last flight out to Saipan...then home."

God! I thought. Tomorrow's our last full day! There's Anu...there's Sam...there're my test results! Then Sunday would come, when I'd have to be strong for Andi, who'd be leaving all of her friends! I hoped that Luala could help me do that! 

I'd been such a miserable mother during this vacation...and felt guilty at being such a stupid, shameless slut.

Please vote and send constructive feedback. The vacation ends in a surprise with the next chapter.



Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 06



This is the end of a series. Without reading Chapters 4 and 5, it might not make much sense, given Ginny's experiences while on vacation. Don't forget to vote for each and send feedback! 

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I slept apart from JJ and Luala the night after my gang bang in Lulu's poolroom, afraid that I might spread some awful tropical disease if I let down my guard and had sex with them. Instead, I lay awake in the other room and heard their passionate whimpers and groans as they found their pleasure without me. When I finally fell asleep, my dreams were filled with awful images of me being raped to nearly to death by an endless procession of evil, gold-toothed island demons...all with lumpy, green-colored faces. They were reflections of the day's reality...except for the elements of rape and death. Though drunk, I'd been quite willing to take on all those men and had been driven crazy by fucking them in public, thinking that I'd die from pleasure by doing it in front of so many others. I tossed and turned continually during my dreams, and awoke in the morning with wet fingers in my crotch and a sore rectum from the previous afternoon's repeated, brutal use of my ass.

I was up early, though, and fixed us all breakfast, much to the surprise of JJ and Luala, to whom I didn't reveal the bawdy secrets of the previous day. Both of them looked so clean compared to the way I felt, and were a most unlikely pairing...a handsome, mid-50s, mature white man and a gorgeous, late teen, Asian island girl. They both ate ravenously, replenishing what I knew was exhausted sexual energy leached from their bodies during the night...in JJ's case with the help of Viagra. As we finished our meal, I was reflecting on the way we'd live together in our California house, after Luala returned with us to enter the university. 

But that thought was interrupted as my attendant, Muana, stuck her head in the front door and announced, "Phone call, Ginny!"

I'd thrown on a pair of shorts and a crop top after my morning shower, and raced to the enclosure housing the village phone lines. "Ginny?" said Nick's deep, sexy tones on the other end. "I got the results of your tests, and..."

"Yeah, Nick!" I gasped, as my vitals froze, anticipating the worst...contracting a sexual disease from my one-woman orgy of the day before at Lulu's. 

"You're clean...everything's negative," he said. "But, the doc suggests that you continue with the antibiotics 'til you get home and get re-tested there, just in case."

"Thank Gawd," I muttered, clutching at my hammering heart. In a few moments I uttered, "Nick. Nick! I'm so grateful! I've been such a fool! How can I ever thank you! Will I see you before we leave? We're flying out Sunday night!" 

"Expect a miracle, Ginny," he said, in the most reassuring tones I'd ever heard. Jeezus! One sound of this guy's voice and I'd follow him anywhere! I thought. "If you don't see me, I'll call when I get to the mainland. I get to the States once or twice a year."

"The college has JJ's contact info!" I bleated. "Please don't forget...and...Nick...thanks again, so much!"

"Sure, Ginny...my pleasure...buh-bye," and the line clicked off.

For some reason, tears were forming in my eyes as I replaced the receiver. I hurt deeply in my lower belly, from an unlikely longing that I hadn't felt in years...since JJ and I had first begun our affair and I'd been unable to have him all the time. I'd really been impressed with Nick and had thought of him since I'd awakened. But I collected myself, threw my shoulders back, and walked back to our vacation bungalow, telling myself to stop acting like a schoolgirl.

Anu, the Chief's son, was standing outside the entrance, waiting for me. I hadn't seen him for more than two minutes since our feverish few days of fucking days before. "You go...'Mer-kuh," he mumbled, piercing deeply into my soul with his eyes. "Come back?" he asked. "Be Queen?"

"Oh, Anu...I'm not worthy," I gasped, at which he looked at me quizzically, not understanding. We dropped down to sit on the hut's elevated lanai for a half-hour, with me doing most of the talking. At the end, I said, "I'll always remember you...feel you...but...," and I grasped his hand. I held his arm next to mine, thinking that our different skin colors might be the easiest way to explain my spurning of his love. Though I'd gotten a deep tan, the contrast in color was striking, given his rich, dark brown body. "My people need me," I said, pointing to my forearm, "...and your people need you," I continued, pointing to his. Then I placed my hand over my heart for a moment and touched my fingers lightly to his lips. 

Anu looked down, squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, seeming to stifle a tear, and looked back at me with moist eyes. "I give you...me," he said, and handed me an oblong package, wrapped in the broad leaf of a jungle plant. I opened it and was stunned. It was a long piece of polished, purple mahogany, meticulously hand-carved, of his erect cock and balls, complete with ringlets of pubic hair. Even the foreskin behind the head looked so lifelike that I wanted to put it in my mouth. It was a perfect rendering of his princely sexual package, and I immediately moistened. He'd carved it for me! And, though we were sitting on the front porch, I stifled an impulse to throw myself on him and fuck ourselves to orgasm in front of our village neighbors.

Re-wrapping the beautiful object, I held it to my bosom and murmured, "I'll cherish your gift always," and once again touched his lips with my fingers.

With that, he rose, gathered himself, and said, "I go...build canoe," and strode toward the beach, out of my life, probably forever. 

I was shaken as I walked inside, past JJ and Luala, and flopped down on the bed in the second room, my eyes once again leaking tears as I clutched Anu's hardwood dildo. This was not going to be a good day, I thought. All of my indiscretions seemed to be catching up with me at once. And, sure enough – as if I'd predicted it – around mid-morning I heard the unmistakable sounds of Sam's motorcycle outside our bungalow. "JJ!" I yelled to my father in the next room, who was editing dirty fuck pictures of me on his laptop, "I'm in miserable shape and will need your support with Sam!" I got up slowly, wondering why I'd been born, and walked out front to talk with the young island stud who'd gotten drunk and left me at the mercy of the rapacious gang of truck drivers at Lulu's bar the day before. As I passed JJ, I pleaded, "Close the porn film deal with Sam when I ask you to, okay? I need to talk with him first, uuh...personally."

"Sure, kiddo," he said.

"God, Ginny, I really fucked up. I'm so sorry," said Sam.

"That's okay, guy. I'm a big girl," I said, with bravado, though I felt angry with him, especially since my ass hurt as much as my pride. I'd lost count of how many times I'd been viciously sodomized by his acquaintances, the crew of native truck drivers who worked in the kava fields. 

"Yeah, but, I wanna make it up ta ya...".

"Sam!" I interrupted. "What's between us from now on is strictly business...the porno film business. JJ will explain it all to you. Right now I've got stuff to do...with Andi an'...JJ!" I called out. 

JJ ambled outside and I said to him, "Explain our film deal to Sam, will you? I've gotta, uuh...get ready for tonight." Turning again to Sam, I said, perhaps more curtly than I should have, "We'll see you tomorrow afternoon...if you're driving us to the airport. If you're not, I'll e-mail you at the college, okay? I gave him a quick, sisterly hug, a passionless kiss on the lips, and said, "See ya!"

I walked back inside, trembling, then continued out the back door to the outdoor toilet, and felt like I was going to vomit my breakfast into the bowl. Instead, I sat on it until my stomach spasms passed, and tried to piece together the conflicting events of the past couple of weeks. I peed finally and, as it made its swishing sound, I thought of the absurd way that my pussy had governed my behavior...not only during our vacation, but for years! Once I'd been thought of as intelligent, and I think JJ still considered me so. But, whenever I was away from him it seemed that my brains migrated to my cunt! I vowed at that moment that, once stateside, I'd see a therapist who specialized in sexual disorders. Seriously, I was in deep, obsessive trouble. As I wiped myself clean, I rationalized that such self-realizations as these were what vacations were all about. 

Luala, Andi and I spent a few hours together, starting to weave together what I hoped would be a nurturing three-part relationship in our California home for the next few years. In late afternoon it became time for JJ and I to prepare for our evening dinner party. I then lost myself in one of the activities at which I seemed best...decorating my body for the ceaselessly horny male of the species. Luala helped me. JJ had told me she was already on the company payroll. Privately, I wondered how she justified in her mind being paid equal amounts to help me shower and brush my hair to a glittering sheen...and bring JJ – and sometimes me – to orgasm in the middle of the night. It was as if she were a "lady in waiting," as well as a nanny for my daughter, and a mistress for JJ. Was it right? I reflected. I didn't know. But, of course, I was a vulgar American, not a sophisticated Asian, and still had a lot to learn about such things.

JJ was familiar with fancy dinner parties. I was not, and as the day wore on I grew increasingly nervous. I decided to wear a rather formal looking, stretchy, dark blue knit dress, highlighted with strands of silver in the weave. It had full-length sleeves and a straight-cut neck at my throat. Its skirt was a wraparound type, starting underneath at my right hip, encircling me and fastening at the left hip, overlapping the opening completely. Below the waist, it clung revealingly to my bottom. Yet, only in the most revealing sitting position would my legs be exposed at all – unless I wanted them to be – in which case they could be revealed to my crotch. The designer garment made me feel very sexy underneath. It clung nicely to my upper body, emphasizing my breasts, yet – superficially – it was very modest and tasteful. 

The back of the dress was a different story. Though it stopped in front at my throat, behind my shoulder line it scooped open widely to end in a vee just inches above my butt crack. In effect, then, most of my back – rather nicely-muscled and tanned if I must say so – was nude from shoulders to ass, even showing my gluteal dimples...which was why JJ had bought me the very revealing thing in the first place. In a deceptive attempt at camouflaging the fully open back, the designer had attached two narrow pieces of the dress's material at the front shoulder line, which could either be tied in a bow or trail down the back like streamers when I walked. All they did, of course, was draw more attention to the ample expanse of skin on my back. Moreover, wearing panties or a thong underneath would only show above the butt line, and invite clucking critical tongues, so I decided to go without underwear, including a bra, which would've thrown off my smooth torso line in any case. So, I figured that 2", black, ankle-strap heels – drawing attention to my small feet and nicely turned ankles – and dangling silver earrings would round out the ensemble. For everywhere but at the dinner table, I decided discreetly to wrap my shoulders and back with a navy blue-and-white flowered shawl that I'd bought in Honolulu.

JJ started to dress as I applied makeup in front of my mirror and said, "You'll be the belle of the ball tonight, babe!" 

"I'm so nervous, JJ. I've never been to college. What do I say if some faculty member asks me something?" I was also afraid that news of my gang bang at Lulu's might have spread. Though I'd applied some healing ointment to my colon and rectum, I was constantly reminded of that public orgy since I was still very sensitive back there. 

"Just be honest, Ginny. These are hardly Nobel Prize winners. Just give 'em your impressions of the island, talk about Andi, and our nice, conventional life."

"Yeah...our swinger's club, our adultery and incest, my group sex with a dozen village natives, and our plans for a porn business," I said, bitchily. I hadn't told him about the score of men I'd fucked and sucked in the poolroom's phone booth the day before.

"C'mon, babe, you look fabulous! You'll put every broad there to shame! Just...maybe a little more silver highlight on your dark blue eyelids...," he said, squinting and giving me a makeup tip.

"Goddammit, JJ! I can do this alone!" I barked, shrugging his hand from my shoulder. Jeezus! One thing I did know was how to apply makeup!

"You're right," he said. "Sorry." He looked at me in the mirror and said, "I'm gonna get you a brandy before we leave so you'll chill out a bit."

He left, returning with a snifter of good cognac, half of which I gulped. "Thanks," I muttered, now sorry I'd snapped at him.

"'S'okay, kiddo. 'Bout finished? The car'll be here in 15 minutes to pick us up."

"Sam's not driving us?" I asked, curiously.

"No, why complicate things?" he asked. "The Dean's sending a driver."

Part 2

Forty-five minutes later we were ringing the Dean's doorbell at a beautiful, post-modern glass and concrete house adjoining some other college buildings, all of which JJ had designed. As I stood nervously beside JJ, the door opened slowly and a deep voice resonated to someone inside, saying, "Yeah, that's what I told him!" and I froze in panic because I knew that voice.

The door was now fully open and there stood Nick, who'd witnessed my pool hall exhibitionism the day before, dressed in a linen sport jacket with tie and tropical slacks. I quickly realized that he was the Dean of the college! "Jay!" he beamed, reaching out to shake JJ's hand. "And...?" he said, looking at me.

"Ginny!" said JJ, which prompted a warm look from Nick's eyes as he shook my hand. 

"Very pleased to meet you," I gasped, my heart in my throat.

"Pleasure's all mine, Ginny!" said Nick, inviting us inside and not hinting at our earlier meeting the previous day. He'd created for JJ, and his guests inside, the subterfuge that we'd never before met. Once inside we were introduced around, and after a while a couple of cocktails had lessened my initial social reticence. 

Most of the dozen people there were between 40 and 60, I guessed, with Nick being among the youngest at 35. The woman with Nick, a 5'9", full-bodied, longhaired brunette about 30, had stunning posture. Named Elaine, she was an especially confident hostess, conversing easily with each couple, injecting humor whenever she could, and laughing in a melodious contralto voice. When she spoke with me, however, I felt as if I'd been laid open under the peering eyes of a forensic physiologist, dissecting my entire being to reveal all of my inner secrets.

I was glad, then, when we sat down at dinner. Nick sat at the head of the table, with me to his left as he assumed the host's position, and JJ sat to Elaine's left as she occupied the hostess's seat at the opposite end. We were the guests of honor! How nice, I thought, until I saw Elaine touching JJ whenever she made a conversational point amidst the noisy gathering. I also got the impression that her left hand was busy with his thigh under the table every once in a while. I was kept very busy by an extremely tall man – Paul was his name – about 50, whose leg never left mine under the table, and who tried to screen me from his wife, who sat at his left. I'd removed my shawl and put it behind me on my chair, so my naked back was bare for him to see. He taught math, he said, and was already drunk as dinner commenced. His hands were alive. When he wasn't swilling down glasses of Australian red wine, he was stroking whatever part of my tightly fitting blue dress that was within reach. My only salvation was Nick, who interrupted the math instructor whenever it appeared he was getting too familiar or intimate. 

I became lost in the dinner conversation...something about integration and discrimination...as concepts and realities...practiced in the Pacific islands. Whenever I thought I understood a line of reasoning, I'd come away with a conflicting premise. I hoped that it was the alcohol, rather than my stupidity...or lack of a higher education.

"These islanders can't learn math," Paul said to the gathering, slurring his words. 

"That's probably because it requires discriminatory thought processes," said someone else.

"Ahh...they're just dumb," he responded.

"I think it might be because they're not used to searching for unknowns, like westerners," said Nick.

"I agree, Nick," said JJ. "To them, everything is known...seen...everything happens in the present." 

"All they can do is add," said Paul, "...and only in its most rudimentary form. For example, man plus woman equals children!" he guffawed. "Kava plus peppers equals sakau!" 

"They have no concept of time," said a mousy female English instructor as dessert arrived. "There's no yesterday or tomorrow!"

"Don't you see?" asked Nick. "Everything they need is right there in front of them. Time has no value. Their culture includes all: food, drink, sun, rain, sex...nothing's left out for them to wish for! That's why we Anglo-Europeans depend on time...and math...so by breaking our lives into smaller, more manageable pieces, we can try to make tomorrow more to our liking!"

"These people just can't learn math...," reiterated Paul, "...the simplest science around."

"That's not true, Paul," said Nick, his eyes flashing. "First, math's not a science, it's a language...using different kinds of logic. "Those who want to, get it. For example, Jay's sponsoring one of our students – Luala – in the Architecture Program at U.C. because she's a whiz at Lobechevskian Geometry...the most challenging math field imaginable!"

JJ chimed in, "Yeah, she's going to be a star when her curvilinear designs start to be used. You just watch, Paul!"

I was lost. The only curvilinear form I'd seen Luala design was a contorted, acrobatic pose when she was fucking JJ as he stood holding her up, while she balanced herself on her hands that were flat on the floor. 

Elaine then said, in an attempt at humor, "Yeah, but the question is, can she type?" which drew titters from around the table. Then, riveting me with a falsely polite gaze, she asked, "What do you think of all this, Ginny?"

I froze, flushed with embarrassment at being put on the spot in front of all these faculty members, and reached for my wineglass for support. My ears were burning as I said, haltingly, "These people, as you call them, are inclusive and accepting of anything...or anyone...that is important to them in their culture. We're just visitors here. Those whom they love they remember...forever. Those whom they don't respect, unfortunately, have a perverse effect on them. You can see that in the people who work for Americans...hotel maids, museum workers, even the truck drivers in the fields." I hoped that I'd gotten all my "whoms" right.

"Go on, Ginny," said my table mate Paul, who placed his damp, horny hand on the middle of my naked back. I flashed a quick look at him that said, Don't touch! and he withdrew his hand to scratch absently at his ear. 

I'd been thinking of the truck driver Teou and his crowd who'd gang banged me the previous day at Lulu's when I'd spoken of natives that mainlanders had perverted. "I only hope that you, as educators, learn as much from them as the knowledge they're absorbing from you!" I concluded.

"Exactly," said Nick, into whose blue eyes I looked. There was a boundless universe in them that for a moment paralyzed and thrilled me. I took a deep sip of wine, and the whole table began chattering about something I remember from a high school lit class, "The White Man's Burden" and the "noble savage."




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 06



Nick reached over and grasped my hand, squeezed it, and looked more deeply into my eyes. He then rose, raised his glass, and toasted his "charming guests from the States," Jay and Ginny. Dinner was soon over, as we were invited into the bar for liqueurs. 

As I waited for JJ to escort me from my place at the table, Elaine passed me with her arm through that of another male guest, saying under her breath, "Nick's always had a thing for succulent little blondes. He's just trying to get into her panties which, incidentally, she's not wearing." I flushed at her words, realizing that she, indeed, had checked me out very closely.

For minutes I felt stunned by her rudeness – since I'd heard she'd grown up as the daughter of a man high up in the CIA – who'd been schooled in the social protocol of the Washington, D.C. Beltway. But this was hardly the first time I'd been put down by a snotty bitch. In the bar I made mandatory small talk with a few guests, most of whom left shortly. Nick invited those remaining for an after dinner walk, to enjoy and discuss some murals one of the students had recently painted on the gymnasium building. He got no takers, so asked me, "Ginny? Wanta take a walk?"

"Sure. Fresh air'll do me good," I said, glad to get away from the stodgy, judgmental crowd, as I slipped my shawl around my shoulders to cover my naked back. 

He handed me a pair of black Japanese slippers, saying, "These'll be better than your heels on our gravel paths," and we were off on our campus stroll.

Several minutes later I gasped, "Who painted these?" as I stared at the murals on the gym wall after a vigorous walk.

"Sam...your, uuh...escort...yesterday at Lulu's," Nick said.

"My Gawd...he's good!" I exclaimed, as I traced the pictorial history of the island since the Spanish occupation 400 years earlier. I didn't respond to the word, "escort."

"Yeah, but he's got these delusions about being in Hollywood," said Nick, sadly. "He's one of those kids you referred to as an islander whom 'we've perverted'."

"I'll keep that in mind," I barely whispered.

"What's that?" Nick asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said, finding myself easily as guilty of adding to Sam's perversion as anyone.

"Thanks very much for coming tonight," he said. "Talking with you has been a delight." 

"When JJ told me we were having dinner at the Dean's, I had no idea it was you," I admitted.

"So, I take it that it's okay I didn't mention our meeting yesterday," he said.

"Right now, yesterday is a day I'd like to forget," I said, looking at him searchingly.

"That's fine with me. As we say on Pohnpei, that was before," he said, holding my upper arms gently in his strong hands. 

This is the moment when he's supposed to lean down and kiss me, I thought, as I looked up at him. And, boy! Do I ever want him to! I wished, as a warm numbness crept downward from my tummy. But he didn't kiss me. Instead, we walked slowly back to the house, marveling at its perfect symmetry with the slope of the hill, its cantilevered concrete roof and floor, its warmly lit interiors through glass exterior walls, and the profusion of surrounding jungle plants.

Inside, we discovered that all the guests had departed. I wondered where JJ and Elaine were, yet didn't worry, since he was always disappearing with women, and I'd been through similar situations countless times with him before. Nick poured me another Cointreau and I sat on a stool at the bar, removing my shawl, while he excused himself to go to the bathroom. I sat there a moment, drumming my nails on the bar, then slipped off the stool to get my heels at the front door. I stepped out onto the cantilevered deck that surrounded the house and walked around the structure, looking in each lit room from the darkness. Outside what I assume was the library, crammed floor to ceiling with books, I looked through the tall windows and saw JJ and Elaine talking. She was standing next to a chaise and was facing me as I stood outside in the darkness, invisible to her. JJ was facing her from about six feet away, with his back to me. She had a winsome look on her face and I wished that I could hear what they were saying. 

I didn't really need to, though, because in a few seconds she reached down to her thighs and began lifting her diaphanous, floor-length dress up her body, drawing it past her dark-haired, panty-less crotch, then up over her statuesque breasts, easily a 36 or 38-D. She tossed it aside at about the same time JJ doffed his jacket and tie and walked toward her into an embrace. I watched for a few more moments, until she sat on the chaise, her bare legs on either side of JJ's trousers, and loosened his belt so that his pants dropped. I could have stayed, but I knew what she was doing. I merely released a sigh and slowly walked back to the open glass door leading back into the bar to reclaim my seat.

Nick came out momentarily and said, "Sorry I took so long."

"Oh, no problem," I breathed, finishing my drink and wanting another, as I watched him standing behind me in the bar mirror.

"Your back is easily the sexiest I've ever seen," he murmured, tracing his soft lips over a shoulder blade and breathing hotly. I watched him as long as I could in the mirror, then had to close my eyes because his mustache made goose bumps break out everywhere and my groin began to ache from want. 

"What about Elaine?" I asked, wondering if he knew what was afoot. 

"She and Jay appear to be busy," he said.

"This is a regular thing?" I asked.

"Elaine and I aren't married," he said. "She followed me here a year-and-a-half ago with stars in her eyes, then got bored, and now she exercises her libido with whomever – male or female – when she wishes. At times, I think she does it to spite me."

"And you?"

"I'm a bit more discriminating," he said, and softly traced his hand down my back to my buttocks, gently probing into my crack with one finger. 

"I'm clean, Nick, as you know. And, I like you very much," I said, dropping my head forward as a pleasant numbness suffused my body.

"I got the feeling you did," he murmured, nipping softly at the muscles all over my upper back. His warm hands were now stroking me from the shoulders to my butt. "Mmmm...you have the loveliest little bit of platinum down right at the top of your crack," he said, licking down my spinal valley to where my dress opening stopped. 

I'd inhaled thirty seconds before and was waiting to exhale, but my insides were quivering and I could only do so in brief, hacking, gasps. "You...like...my bottom?" I whimpered, feeling moisture form between my legs.

"Mmmm...I want to nip at it...softly," he muttered, running his flat hands inside my dress's opening to stroke my sides from my armpits down to the flare of my hips, with what I recognized as The Pohnpeian Touch. His hands then moved up to my shoulders, under the dress's yielding, stretchy fabric. He gently moved the material forward, off my shoulders, causing the top to slip down to the top of my breasts. And suddenly his hands were cupping their soft flesh, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers, which made me mewl and gasp at his feathery touches. 

I wanted to wheel around on the bar stool to face him. My legs were slightly apart under my wraparound dress, and I'd hooked my heels over the foot rung on the stool. But I didn't turn. Instead, I reached across my chest and pulled the long sleeves off each of my arms so that the dress top dropped slowly to my waist. I whispered, "I'm not exactly going to throw myself at you, regardless of my actions yesterday."

"I know," he said. "You won't have to," and he filled his hands with my breasts, which now ached in anticipation of more caressing. A long, low moan escaped from my lips as his hands molded my tits gently, and it seemed to take him forever to slowly swing me around on the stool to face him. He breathed inward quickly as my nude breasts and torso lay open to his devouring gaze and incessant stroking. I'd seldom felt so naked...in my entire life. I know that I was blushing, since I felt hot from my face to my upper chest. "Your body is astounding!" he rasped, indicating some urgency, as his lips went to the soft globes of my tits. My back arched at the first touch of his wet mouth to a nipple, tickling the aureole with his mustache as he sucked softly and massaged the other with soft fingers. I was now mewling continuously and raised one hand to the back of his head in an unconscious invitation to suckle my other nipple. 

I reached down to part my dress and show both of my tanned legs, nearly to the crotch. He inhaled sharply when my dress whispered open to bare my taut thighs. I wanted to feel that nakedness with him again, this time with all of me. My body had been appreciated countless times in my life, most compellingly of late with Anu and his cousins, but I'd never been blessed with the feeling of sensual focus that now emanated from Nick. "I...I really...really don't know...what to do...with you. I'm...kind of...confused right now...so bear with me...please," I begged. 

"I think that you need a friend, an unselfish lover, and someone who's not always bargaining with you," he murmured, as his lips and hands coursed over me. "I'm no Jay, but...".

I didn't let him finish. I pulled him to me between my legs and kissed him, immediately thrusting my tongue repeatedly into his mouth as I moaned in my throat. One of my hands was again at the back of his neck, holding his head so that I could suck at his tongue. The other was at the small of his back, pulling him roughly toward my wet vulva, which I'd scooted forward so that my crotch was over the edge of the stool. "Please...Nick...I want you...right now!" I plead, pulling back and looking into the fathoms of his blue eyes. "Nnnngggh," I grunted, as his fingers grazed my dripping pussy, then slowly entered my hot insides. "Aaaahhh...ye-essss...right...there, N-Ni-Niiiick!"

I desperately wanted to strip off my dress, but was getting so excited that I didn't want to waste time in doing it. So, as his tongue licked downward to linger at my navel, which jumped at its touch because my tummy was trembling so much, I pushed down hard on my heels. This raised me off the stool, allowing me to pull the folds of my dress back from under my butt so that they trailed down behind me and my pussy wet the seat's plastic. My labia were hot and swollen from his fingers. I knew, also, that they were pink and ready for him. I leaned back against the cushioned edge of the bar and spread my legs further apart. "You're like a moist, tropical flower," he whispered, to which I groaned and closed my eyes as I felt his heated breath against my vulva. 

Then his tongue touched my cunt, causing a galvanic reaction, a loud grunt, and a sudden upward stab of my hips. He licked my entire gash, from perineum to clit, with one slow, wet, upward stroke. "Uuuunnngh," I uttered, to which he responded by slowly licking the gooey creases on either side of my puffy lips. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh, Nick...yessss," I murmured, as he slowly entered my pussy with his stiff tongue, twisting it in a spiral motion and sucking forth the juice that felt like it was pouring from me. I felt him swallow, more than once, moaning in his throat as he did so, which made me feel very wanted. And, as my body was slowly progressing toward orgasm, he pulled the stool on which I was sitting out a few inches, allowing me to lie back with my shoulder blades against the bar's soft, cushioned edge. Totally comfortable, I reached out and grabbed both of the heels on my shoes to pull my legs apart wider yet, so he could eat all of me that he wanted. 

"Ambrosia...and the finest nectar," Nick mumbled, as he reamed the soft inner tissues of my vagina. I was loving the way this intelligent, sensitive, sensuous man was enjoying me, and abandoned myself to his expert tongue. And it was suddenly there...at my hard, nearly bursting clitoris, flicking away with the rapidity and gentleness of a hummingbird. Had the island girls taught him how to eat pussy? I wondered, remembering when the Chief's attendants had serviced me expertly nearly two weeks before. It didn't matter where he'd learned, I decided. That was before, and my body was responding joyfully to the present...the sublime now-ness of his mouth.

"Ohh, Nick...Nick...Nick...I'm...yes...I'm...ohh...ohh...uuhh...uuhh...uuhhnn...uuhhnn," I chanted as my insides heated from warm, repetitive waves to hot, electrical spasms, to a cauldron of molten sexual lava. I released the grip on my heels and my feet dropped down around his shoulders in a near autonomic response, attempting to draw his head and incredible tongue deep inside to my womb. I yelped sharply as each shard of pleasure hit me at its peak, then moaned as each passed, then mewled, whimpering finally, as the tremors departed to leave me languorous and feeling very loved. 

Only after Nick had risen to his feet and I'd embraced him, tasting myself on his mustache then his tongue as we embraced, that I looked to my right in the floor-length mirror at the end of the bar. In it I saw the reflection of Elaine standing in the doorway to my left, twenty feet from us, wearing a Japanese sleeping robe that she'd left open, revealing her full, curvaceous body. She had a half-smile on her face, one finger at the corner of her lips as if she were nibbling on a fingernail, and turned quickly, vanishing after knowing that I'd seen her. For a moment I wondered if she'd witnessed everything. JJ was nowhere to be seen.

"Nick! Elaine just saw us!" I rasped in a stage whisper.

"Doesn't matter, Ginny. They're busy...and so are we. Let's get rid of these encumbering garments," he said, wryly, and undressed himself completely as I dismounted the stool to peel my dress down past my hips. I stood there in my heels and watched him as his cock popped out. It was long, hard and very ready. My trembling fingers went to it like a child's does to a gift on Christmas morning, pulling at it, feeling its steely substrate under the baby-soft skin. I dropped to my knees, but he pulled me to my feet. "Uh-uh," he whispered, "I want you on the stools," and quickly lined up three bar seats next to one another. I lay on them on my side, and he stepped up to me, saying, "I've had an erection since yesterday...waiting for this moment."

I smiled at him, opened my mouth and said, "Aaahhnn," to let him know that I, also, had missed not sucking him off when we'd had the chance the day before. "Give me your cock, Nick," I whispered. "I want it. I wanta drink down your cum. Aaahhnng," I groaned wantonly, just before his thick glans slipped past my lips to lodge against the top of my throat. He pulled out completely, resting the crown in the corner of my mouth, and I grabbed his member at the base. "More, Nick. Give it all to me," I requested, dropping my head over the edge of the first stool so that my throat formed a straight portal of entry. 

He flexed his hips slowly, allowing me time to work his corona past my epiglottis, then we set up an easy rhythm which seemed to last forever. It was slow, languorous, and allowed me to breathe with ease, as my head lolled upside down over the edge of the stool. I drooled so much that saliva ran from my lips, into and around my nose, and over my eyes and forehead to seep into my hair. I felt at one with Nick's cock, quickly memorizing its unique skin and vein patterns since our pace was so slow, and I was gradually being excited again by his hands. One was performing miracles with my receptive pussy, which was happily accepting his fingers that cycled in and out at the same pace as his cock that plumbed my throat. The other hand was kneading my tits, pulling my hard nipples upward with each inward cycle of his iron-like staff. 

Soon, however, he withdrew his hand from my breasts and placed it against the side of my face, feeling one side of his member as it slid deeply past my lips, and he began a deep panting, which graduated into a modulated groan, then a constant moan. In the meantime, two of his fingers were plucking at my clit, and I knew that I'd cum again soon. I didn't want to leave him in the lurch, so I reached around to grasp his tight, yummy buttocks and pull him more rapidly into my mouth. I felt his glans begin to expand in my cheeks, and our pace quickened. Soon! I exulted, I'd taste this man's load. I hoped he'd enjoy it! I wanted so much to please him! I wanted him so much for him to like and respect me!

And suddenly his cock began jumping, the glans just ahead of my throat, as his rich, creamy semen began to splash onto the roof of my mouth. His hips plunged forward a dozen times, with each spasm delivering a hot jet of tasty seed into my voracious gullet, which I swallowed hungrily...even though I was moaning from a clitoral orgasm of my own. He was wordless, merely groaning, as he emptied his life-giving fluid into me, and I was convinced that I'd seldom tasted better cum...including that of JJ. Two minutes later we'd shuddered to stillness, and had broken apart, with him scooping me onto my feet and crushing me to his body in a breathless hug. 

Part 3

Without a word, he picked my dress off the floor and led me down a hallway to a bedroom, sitting me on a king sized bed, and went to an adjoining bathroom from which he brought me a huge glass of water. "As I recall, you like water after semen," he said, reminding me of my post-gang bang drink of the previous day. 

"Thank you, sir," I said, and swallowed a few gulps. "But, yours is so sweet that all I want is more!" as I reached out and touched his penis, which twitched in response. He handed me a box of tissue and I wiped the saliva from my face as I clambered to the center of the bed. "I don't care what anybody says, I'm gonna spend all night with you. If I miss the plane tomorrow...too bad."

"If I know Elaine, she's well on her way to exhausting Jay by now," he said, ruefully. "And don't worry, Ginny. I'll see that you and Andi get home when you're ready."

I feel so safe with this guy, I thought, as I pulled him to myself to lie between my legs. He was already half-hard again, and my soft hand soon had him erect. "I'm ready...now...for something else," I murmured, plumbing his mouth with my tongue and reaching down to stir his prick into my soggy slit. 

"Ooh...God...Ginny," he groaned, as his glans parted my slippery pussy lips and he moved into me. As he slid past my G-spot I flinched from pleasure and leaned back, raising my bent legs into the air on either side of him. We looked into one another's eyes and gasped together as our parts meshed for the first time, and he slowly pulled out, once again to enter me fully. Once again we moved so slowly that it seemed to take minutes before he met my cervix. I "Kegeled" him slowly, bearing down on each withdrawal, and he seemed to grow inside me...larger in diameter...then larger still, until we were plunging away at one another with his rampant corona creating heavenly havoc with the clasping lining of my vagina. 

He drove straight into me, for many minutes, until I realized that I was on the verge of a vaginal orgasm. It'd been some time since I'd had one of those – and then only with JJ – that I hardly recognized the telltale slow, numbing signs that precede them. When it finally came, I was almost shrieking and Nick was still driving with his interminable, machine-like rhythm. I lost total control, thrashing and scratching at him, until I peaked and bit him hard on the shoulder, unable to contain myself. When I came down I was exhausted and lay nearly comatose, with him still moving in me slightly. My unselfish lover had not himself climaxed...and I felt a bit guilty. Not for long, however, since I soon dropped off to sleep with him holding me gently. 




Ginny's Witnesses Ch. 06



I awoke hearing whispers, but didn't open my eyes. "C'mon, I saw you two. She's so hot...I want some of her myself," whispered Elaine. I snapped my eyes open and she saw that I was awake. "Well, hi, little sweetie! Has Nicky been keeping you warm for me?" she said, edging naked onto the bed and stroking the inside of one of my thighs, right up to my pussy. 

I uttered a disgusted growl in my throat and pulled away. 

"Elaine! Do you have to molest everybody?" Nick asked. "Ginny's a mature adult. If you have a proposition, all you have to do is ask her!"

"Where's JJ?" I demanded.

"He's crashed...and I did a line of coke, so I'm raring to go, honey!" said Elaine. "And you're just yummy! We don't get many guests as appetizing as you. Let me make you feel all nice!"

"I...don't...think...so," I objected. "I'm here with Nick...and...". I didn't want Nick to know I'd been with women – but at the same time he knew I was an exhibitionist – so I said, "If...if you...want, you can...watch us." I looked at Nick, hoping that I hadn't shocked him, but with JJ asleep, my earlier plan of staying the night wouldn't be compromised at all by a voyeuristic observer.

Elaine appeared to think over my idea for a moment, then said, "Okay! You guys get ready, but don't start anything heavy 'til I get back!" Then she was off, returning after a few minutes in her robe, with a bottle of champagne and some glasses, plus a black plastic dildo under her arm. "Okay! I'm baaack!" she said, flopping down in a chair across from the end of the bed. "Champagne, anyone?"

While she'd been gone I'd told Nick I didn't want a threesome, and I couldn't do anal, since I was still sore from the previous day. He'd agreed to my wishes. It was going well, I thought, without him knowing of my prurient past. And, other than what he'd witnessed at Lulu's the day before, performing in front of Elaine would be a piece of cake for me. In fact, I took a great deal of pleasure in the knowledge that I'd be fucking her man – or the guy who used to be her man before she'd gotten "island fever" – right in front of her. This was especially so since she'd insulted me in front of a male dinner guest. I was familiar enough with her type to know that her desire for me was more political than sensual. She wanted to dominate me, a woman she considered inferior to herself.

Nick, though, was not an exhibitionist. He was almost shy with me in front of his partner, causing me to take the initiative. "Lay on your back, baby," I whispered to him, after we'd nuzzled for a while, which he did, allowing me to stroke and lick at his cock lovingly, as I stared openly into Elaine's curious eyes from across the room. As he grew erect, I straddled his head with my legs so that we were in a "69" position, with my head facing the seated Elaine. I grunted, "Unh-unh-unh," as his tongue began softly laving me, from my tender anus to my clit. I then concentrated on encircling his angry cock head with my tongue as if it were a lollipop, all the while boring into Elaine's brown eyes with my own. 

She looked directly back at me while sitting, as if we were in a staring contest. She drained a glass of champagne she'd been sipping and set the glass on a nearby dresser, then peeled her robe from her shoulders and arms. Her body was extraordinary...full...sculpted...firm though not really toned. Her skin was as fair as mine was naturally – before my island tan – and contrasted beautifully with her long dark hair and eyes. Her wide, full-lipped mouth was made for sex, I thought. And even though I was now engulfing much of Nick's prick into my expanding throat, I knew that under different circumstances she and I could easily be lovers. My memory flashed back to several women in my past – one, Carol, an old friend; another was Corista, both statuesque brunettes – with whom I'd enjoyed lesbian sex during our carefree, swinging days. But I wanted to project a straighter image with Nick, and she seemed content with the present situation. As I drooled onto his turgid cock, she hunched down in the chair to part her full, dark brown bush and begin masturbating her pink labia as her breasts began slowly rising and falling with deep breaths. 

I suddenly became aware of my divided attention and reached back blindly to Nick, who whispered, "I want inside you, Ginny...!" I wanted him too, so, of course, complied. Disengaging from his cock, I moved down to squat over his distended probe with my feet on the bed and spread my knees widely. As I slipped his swollen glans between my inner lips to tease Elaine, they made a smacking sound. She groaned and began to diddle herself faster, craning her neck to one side as her fingers strummed her dark red clit, which peeked out at me from under its hood. 

When I sank onto Nick to his balls, she moaned, then rasped to me, "Fuck him, Ginny! Fuck him...you delectable...little...unconscionable...slut!" I did so for a while, moaning sincerely as his meat probed at my cervix, actively soliciting entrance.

But my teasing of her was far from complete. I dropped to my knees and pivoted to face Nick, twisting on his cock and slightly moving both of us so that I could look at Elaine comfortably over my right shoulder. I knew, from many hours of fucking in front of others, that this was one of my best positions, since my ass – developed and toned from nearly twenty years of ice skating – was one of my most sexually attractive parts. So, I used it as a further tease. I dropped fully to Nick's balls, ignoring the initial discomfort as he slipped past my cervix, and twirled my bottom in circles, hammering at him and pulling off so that Elaine could see his corona at the juncture of my swollen, clutching pussy. I plunged on and off him unmercifully, all the while he and I both were moaning nonstop throughout our exertions. I looked down at him and smiled, dripping sweat on him from my brow, as my lungs gasped for much-needed oxygen. He smiled back, as if to agree at our shared knowledge that this could be a fuck for the ages.

But it only had to be for a few more moments, as Elaine screamed in orgasm, twisting and turning in her chair while the fingers of one hand plunged deeply into her yawning crevasse, and those of the other pulled at her nipples. After a minute or so she went limp, muttering, "Jeezus...Jeezus," and sat sprawled in the chair, her limbs still twitching from her self-induced pleasure. "Ginny, you're...you're something," she murmured, still breathing hard.

"You like the way I fuck your lover?" I asked her pointedly, rubbing in my torturous message, as only one bitchy female can do to another. Then, to really drive home my point, I said, "Just wait! We're not finished yet!"

I lifted off of Nick, kissed him sloppily, and whispered, "Cmon, honey. Your turn. Show Elaine how you cum in my pussy!" and flopped over on my back, drawing my legs open and back so that my knees were close to my armpits.

He was in me in a second, plumbing me hard and fast, until I slowed him by saying, "Easy...baby. Do me slowly...yeah...just like that...and wait when you're out so I can see Elaine's face between us when you pull out." I helped him maintain a slow rhythm with my hands under his taut hips, allowing Elaine's eyes to meet mine between our meshing bodies. Soon, I noticed, she'd inserted her black dildo into herself and we were off and running again in our separate-and-unequal cooperative tryst. 

I was in total control of both of them now, and it made me feel awfully powerful. Elaine was plunging her dildo into herself to its terminus and Nick was drilling me slowly toward an orgasm of his own, evidenced by his trembling torso and thighs. As I felt his quivering muscles I begged him softly, "When you cum, baby...give me one shot inside, then pull out and squirt on my pussy...then come back in...okay?" I sounded as I had days before, when I'd been directing Sam in scenes for a porno movie.

He grunted, signifying to me that he understood. I hoped I wasn't being too manipulative but, then again, I enjoyed my power position. And, I knew that he'd do my bidding, since I'd experienced quite a bit of recent success with men doing as I requested. Besides, he was an academic...a real listener, even to a control freak like myself. JJ, wherever he was sleeping, would be proud of me, I thought.

I hadn't realized, given Elaine's distracting presence, how good Nick really was in bed. In this position he'd brought me to an extreme state of arousal though, and I hoped that we could enjoy a nice, mutual orgasm. I looked at Elaine drilling herself with her latex probe and said to her, "Watch, Elaine, 'cuz Nick's gonna shoot his cum all over me! He's gonna show you an awesome cum and...oh, Gawd!" I gasped, as Nick plunged into me and squirted a scalding blast against my cervix. I quickly pushed him out of me as he sprayed two copious shots on my vulva, then pulled roughly down on his buttocks so he'd re-enter me, driving even more deeply, as he emptied his hot seed into my demanding womb. From Elaine's point of view as a witness, Nick's cock was buried in my grasping pussy, with gobs of his cum dripping slowly down from our meshed organs, coating my asshole, to the bed sheet. Planned ahead of time, it was a film director's climax.

We all three shouted our joy, since Nick's ejaculation had triggered an orgasm from me, and Elaine began spasming around the dark, plastic probe stuck between her legs. Then, all was silent, as Nick and I separated to lie next to one another. In a moment I felt the mattress sink as another person joined us. It was Elaine, who snuggled on the other side of Nick, throwing an arm across his stomach. For a moment, I thought ambivalently, I'd brought them closer than perhaps they'd been earlier. Regardless of her gesture of possession, I now considered him mine. 

We slept until just after dawn, and were awakened by my naked, widowed father, JJ – my longtime sweetheart – standing next to the bed. His familiar lengthy, flaccid dong drooped appetizingly down one thigh in the early morning light and I reached for it to softly stroke the incestuous package that had already made me the mother of a three-year-old. "Okay, kids," he said in a humorous tone, "I just popped a Viagra. Who do I have to fuck to get breakfast around here?" 

 Epilogue

 

Our island vacation had shown me that I needed professional help – therapy of some kind – to keep my sex drive under control, especially dealing with sexual exhibitionism. But I wasn't yet ready to give up the great times JJ and I had previously had with our swingers' club. 

"Do you really want to get back into swinging and go through sex therapy?" JJ asked.

"It seems to be contradictory, JJ, but I need to. Regardless of how it seems, I've gotta clean up my act and be a much better mother." He looked puzzled at my underlying logic. "Besides, I need to free myself from your influence. You're always bargaining with me, assuming I'll do what's best for myself, and clearly I don't do that," I said. "Down deep, I always do what I think you want me to do, so you'll still love me, or I do something crazy that hurts other people." 

I now wished that somehow in the future Nick and I could get together in a serious way...if and when he returned from Micronesia. But that was probably a naïve hope. 

"Okay," said JJ. "You're pretty independent now, what with Luala living with us to care for Andi. And our daughter's the most important person in our lives," he emphasized. "You should call Erica about the therapy."

"Erica?" I asked.

"Yeah. The East Indian shrink we ran into just after you and I met. She's been a psychiatric sex therapist for several years now, and still remembers you from years ago."

"Another of your old girl friends, huh, JJ?" I asked.

"She'll be a good guide for both of us...whether we have a swinging lifestyle or are trying to square you away," he said. "I'll do whatever she recommends."

I hoped that he meant it.

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