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Many thanks to my friend in Hawaii for his help with things Hawaiian, 
and to GreenEyedFemme for helping smooth out the rough spots.
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the 
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental, 
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it without my permission, you're breaking the 
law and pissing me off.
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Island Girl (MF, rom, cons, oral, anal, toys)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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Preface:

During my recent vacation on Maui, I picked up the idea for this little 
story, and managed to get it back to the Mainland, in spite of Homeland 
Security AND the agricultural inspectors!

For those of you unfamiliar with things Hawaiian: The Island of Maui is 
actually composed of two volcanic peaks connected by a narrow isthmus of 
land.  The larger, southern peak, is the Haleakala volcano 
(Ha-LEY-ah-ka-LAH  NOT holly-ACH-ah-lah). From sea level, it rises to 
just over ten thousand feet. Most resorts on the island are on its west 
coast, as is the port town of Lahaina.  Kihei, Wailea, and Makena are 
all located on the western shore at the foot of Haleakala, while 
Lahaina, Kaanapali, etc, are on the western side of the northern peak.

To the west of southern Maui is the island of Kaho'olawe. (Until very 
recently this small island was used for bombing practice by the US 
military. Efforts are currently underway to clean it up and restore 
native plants and wildlife, but tourism is not allowed, as there are 
still any number of undiscovered munitions, some live, scattered about 
the island.)

Between Maui and Kaho'olawe is the tiny island of Molokini. Molokini is 
the crescent shaped partial rim of another volcanic caldera, and is a 
favorite dive spot.

North of Kaho'olawe, off the western coast of northern Maui, is the 
small Island of Lana'i (LAH-na-EE not lah-NYE).

A Hawaiian spear fishing sling is kind of like a slingshot for a fishing 
spear.  The simplest models consist of a hollow, tube-like handle with 
an attached elastic band, usually surgical tubing.  The spear is long 
and slender and usually either barbed or split into two or three smaller 
skewers at the business end.  The shaft of the spear is inserted through 
the handle and fitted to the tubing.  Holding the handle with one hand, 
the fisherman draws back the spear and the rubber tubing, releasing them 
to propel the spear into the fish.

And, oh yeah, since Hawaiian names actually mean something, long ones 
don't get shortened unless the short form also means something, usually 
something pertaining to the original meaning.

Got that? Okay, on with the story...

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Kaho'olawe was already bathed in sunlight as I dropped my fins on the 
sand. Molokini was almost hidden against its bulk, while Lana'i was a 
shadow on the northern horizon.  I figured the timing was perfect.  By 
the time I got my mask adjusted and waded out past the mild surf to put 
on my fins, the sun would be just about ready to pop up above the 
shoulder of Haleakala.

I surveyed the lava flows at each end of Makena beach.  The southernmost 
looked more impressive above water, but I'd found the smaller flow at 
the northern end of the beach to be a better dive.  The coral seemed 
more alive and sea life abounded in the natural crevices and grottoes 
formed when the molten lava flowed into the sea some hundreds of years ago.

I was a little surprised to see another snorkel already making its way 
toward the seaward end of the northern flow, but I could live with it. 
It was a big body of water and one snorkeler wasn't likely to cross my 
path or flail me with his fins the way the dabblers and paddlers often 
did during the day.

I waded beyond what little surf there was and squatted in the warm, 
tropical waters to don my fins. Ducking my head under water to ensure a 
good seal with my mask, I dipped a little sea water into the mask.  I 
had found that if I kept a little water in my mask, all I needed to do 
to clear fogged lenses was roll my head back and forth a bit.

With the snorkel fitted between my lips, I started a leisurely paddle 
toward the sea.  The trade winds were blowing up enough of a chop that I 
had to occasionally clear water out of my snorkel.  With the little 
valve beneath the mouthpiece, it was a simple matter to reach up and 
block the end of the tube with a thumb while blowing into the snorkel, 
expelling water and air alike.

When I got to where the water was between twenty and thirty feet deep, I 
raised my head to look around for the other snorkeler.  About fifty 
yards away, a lovely pair of bare buttocks suddenly humped into the air, 
followed closely by a pair of slender brown legs, ending in small, bare 
feet. I watched as they slipped gracefully beneath the waves, thinking 
that it must have been an awfully skimpy suit she wore, then, figuring I 
was far enough away that we wouldn't get in each other's way, I started 
hyperventilating in preparation for making my own dive.

It's an incredible experience to glide along the bottom in crystal clear 
water and watch the sea creatures in their vicious cycle of daily 
existence.  It looks so serene, until you realize that almost everything 
in the ocean is carnivorous, and that a lot of what we find so strange 
and beautiful in the ocean's creatures are primarily means of predation 
or survival.

I equalized the pressure in my ears and propelled myself along with my 
fins, using my hands mostly to steer.

A small Moray, about two feet long, glided sinuously between rocks and 
coral, darting suddenly under the lip of a lava outcropping to come away 
with a small crab in its jaws. Brightly colored fish, most of which I 
couldn't even begin to name, darted here and there.  They ranged in size 
from tiny slivers to four or five pounders.

Finally feeling the burning in my lungs, I allowed my bouyancy to carry 
me to the surface. As my head broke the waves I expelled my hoarded air 
through the snorkel to clear it of sea water. I paddled lazily, 
regaining my breath, and raised my head to look for the other diver. 
She was a little closer, but still well clear of me, and was doing the 
same as I - looking around for other divers.  We acknowledged each other 
with an exchange of hand waving, and returned to our underwater world.

I had just popped to the surface after my fourth or fifth dive when I 
heard screaming from nearby.  I looked, and sure enough, the other diver 
seemed to be in some kind of trouble.  With the fins and an overhand 
stroke, it took only moments to reach her side.  She had spit out the 
mouthpiece of her snorkel and was clumsily treading water.  I ducked my 
mask under to see if she was fouled in something.

It was only then that I realized she was naked beneath the waves.  I 
might not have noticed anything but that slender, curvaceous body and 
the cloud of long black hair trailing behind, had she not been treading 
water so oddly - using only hands and one leg. I looked closely at the 
stationary foot and noticed a number of slender black spines sticking 
out of its sole.

Raising my head, I dropped the mouthpiece of my snorkel and asked, "Sea 
Urchin?"

She gave me an agonized nod. "Yeah!"

Since I was wearing fins and she wasn't, I was able to keep us both 
afloat. I dumped the water from her snorkel, helping support her with 
one hand, and put the mouthpiece back in her mouth.  It would be easier 
for her to breathe that way, and she wouldn't have to worry about 
keeping her head so far out of the water. I replaced and cleared my own 
snorkel and turned my back to her.

She got the message and draped her arms over my shoulders, a fishing 
spear sling hanging from one wrist, but no spear in sight.  I suppose I 
could have used a rescue carry - swimming on my side with my arm across 
her chest, but piggyback seemed the quickest way to get her ashore, 
especially since she had the snorkel and I didn't need to worry about 
keeping her head out of the water. Her weight pushed me down a little, 
but not much, and my snorkel stayed pretty dry, though I had to clear it 
more frequently.

I prefer to take my time when swimming in the ocean, conserve my energy, 
and let the surge of waves help me get where I'm going, but this time I 
felt a sense of urgency, and stroked toward the beach as fast as I 
could.  I was glad to have the fins on my feet as they drove us 
shoreward at a good clip, despite the extra drag of her body. She helped 
by keeping her feet together and letting them trail behind me, above my 
churning legs.

Despite the urgency of the situation, I couldn't help but be conscious 
of the soft warmth of her breasts against my bare back, nor, 
occasionally, the soft brush of pubic hair above the elastic band of my 
swim trunks. Mentally shaking my head, I tried to put the thoughts those 
touches aroused out of my mind, with only moderate success. Certainly, 
the tent in my swim trunks was creating more drag than I needed at the 
moment.

When we reached shallow water, I slipped my fins off and handed them to 
her.  Her body was surprisingly light as I carried her through the surf 
line, thanking every diety I could think of that she couldn't see my 
crotch.  Light or not, the extra weight made the walk up the beach 
through the soft, dry sand a bit of a chore. A couple of times, her hair 
dragged in the sand as I stumbled up the beach. She had left a mesh bag 
among the rocks and I let her snag it as we went by.  When we got to my 
stuff, I placed her as gently as I could onto the tatami mat I had 
unrolled to keep my stuff off the sand.  I helped her slip a flowered 
shift from the bag over her head and raised her body enough to let it 
slip past her hips.

I was getting worried about the apparent weakness she showed.  Had the 
poison of the Sea Urchin's secondary spines had that much effect on her 
slight body? I thought to try pulling the spines but there was no way 
I'd be able to get the finer spines that actually contained the poison, 
so I rushed getting into my flip-flops and throwing on a t-shirt.  I 
tossed my fins and both snorkel/mask sets into her bag and put it in her 
lap.

"Sorry..." she said weakly as I lifted her again, leaving the mat 
behind, and made my way through the tree line to my rental car. I had to 
be careful as I placed her in the passenger seat, not to bump the red, 
swollen mass of her left foot.

"Clinic..." she said, "South Kihei Road. By ABC."

I had seen the  place she was talking about, and in my worry at her 
deteriorating condition, I fear I broke a number of traffic laws and 
pissed off a lot of otherwise easygoing drivers.

When I carried her into the reception area, a matronly Hawaiian lady 
took one look and said, "Bring her around here, sir!"

Sea Urchin stings are not new news in Hawaii, and she ran a basin full 
of warm, almost hot water as I placed my charge on the examination 
table. The nurse/receptionist gently placed the affected foot in the 
basin, drawing a moan of protest from the lovely young lady.

"I know it's hot, dear." the nurse said solicitously, "but you got to 
soak, okeh? That hot watah kill the poison quick."

"Okay, Auntie." she replied, taking in a hissing breath as the hot water 
enveloped her foot.

Since nobody told me anything different, I pulled up a chair while the 
nurse went to find a doctor.

"Hi," my patient smiled weakly, "I'm Alamea (she pronounced it 
'Ah-lah-MEY-uh')."

"Oh, hey!" I was a little surprised that she spoke to me, and I guess it 
must have showed "I'm Dan! Pleased to meet you!"

"Um, Alamea?" I said, curiosity finally getting the better of me, "Do 
you usually go spear fishing in the nude?"

She laughed tiredly before replying, "No, but I thought it would be nice 
to get some fresh fish for my table today. I didn't have a suit with me 
and didn't think any of the tourists would be out that early. I had my 
eye on a nice big one, too!  Guess I got careless, and didn't realize 
how close I was to the rocks behind me. I was just getting set to spear 
him when my foot kicked the rock and, obviously, the Sea Urchin! I 
missed the fish, lost the spear, and wound up with all these spines in 
my foot! Stupid!"

She pounded a fist onto the padding of the table.

"Yes it was, Alamea!" a silver haired, brown-skinned man entered, draped 
with a stethoscope, followed closely by the nurse.

"I know, Uncle!" the patient replied.

"Hi," the doctor said, turning to me with outstretched hand, "I'm Doctor 
Keawe ('Kay-AH-vey').  Thanks for helping my niece out!  Are you her new 
boyfriend?"

I flushed, embarrassed, and stammered, "Uh, I don't..., uh, I mean, um, 
I just happened to be there, when, you know, when she got hurt!"

"He's not my boyfriend uncle," Alamea said with a tired, sly smile, "but 
he might have been if you'd waited a little longer before barging in!"

She gave me a mischievous wink and my ears burned, but I smiled, flattered.

"This is my Uncle Kale (she pronounced it 'KAH-ley'), Dan, and his 
sister, my Aunt Lea ('LEY-uh')." Alamea said, smiling wanly "They take 
care of me when I get into trouble!"

"Which you do far too often, young lady!" Doctor Keawe said sternly, but 
I could see the smile trying to break through.

"Oh leave her alone, Kale!" her Aunt said, "She's a good girl, just a 
little adventurous!"

She turned to me, saying, "Don't pay him any mind! He's been a stuffed 
shirt all his life. Alamea don't do anything wrong. She just like to do 
things her own way!"

I was a little lost within this obviously close family circle, but had 
to smile at the affection that both, clearly felt for young Alamea.

Lea set about carefully pulling spines with a pair of forceps, and by 
the time she finished, there was a respectable collection of large and 
small spines on the tray beside her.  While she worked, Dr. Keawe made 
Alamea swallow a couple of extra strength Tylenol and wrote a 
prescription for antibiotics.

"See those little black spots?" Lea asked me, pointing to the bottom of 
her niece's foot.

At my nod she continued, "Two, three days, those go away. If not, she 
got to come back here."

I wondered why she was telling me this, but I nodded.

"Use the hot wax to get the little ones, Lea." the doctor instructed 
before leaving her to finish up.

"You don't got to tell me!" she retorted in mock irritation, "How many 
times I do dis?"

"Yeah," he replied, grinning "you always just want to use the shaver, 
but that might not get it all.  That's my favorite niece, there, so do 
it right, okay?"

"She my favorite niece too!" Lea replied, shaking a fist at him, "What 
you think?"

I watched as she melted wax, testing its temperature, then spread it on 
the affected area.  When it had hardened sufficiently, Lea peeled off 
the wax, showing me the forest of almost microscopic fibers that 
sprouted from it.

"See," she explained, "you don't get those out the foot gonna get really 
bad."

When she had finished, Alamea's aunt fitted her for a pair of crutches. 
She still seemed a little listless, and Lea turned to me.

"You keep an eye on this girl, an' if she start feelin' bad, you bring 
her back here, okeh?" she instructed.

Alamea gave an exasperated shrug and said, "He's not my boyfriend, 
Auntie! He probably wants to get back to his vacation!"

The older woman looked at me, gave me a conspiritorial wink, and said, 
"You not married or something? You don't mind lookin' after a pretty 
Hawaiian girl, do you?"

I smiled and shook my head, and she continued, "'Sides, who gonna look 
afta you? That lazy roommate you got?"

"That's your daughter you're talking about, Auntie Lea!" Alamea retorted.

"See what I mean?" she winked at me, then turned back to her niece, "You 
let this nice man look afta you! He won't let anything happen to you!"

"Auntie!" Alamea said, "You know I don't date mainlanders!"

"Who said anything about a date?" Lea retorted, "You need somebody take 
care of you.  This Dan, he did a good job so far, so give him the job!"

The young lady gave me an exasperated smile, and asked, "That okay with 
you, Dan?"

I smiled back and said, "I could think of worse ways to spend my vacation!"

Lea was all smiles as she walked us to the door.

"I need a shower!" Alamea said as I helped her back into the car.

"Yeah," I replied, feeling the salt crusting my own skin, and the 
grittiness of the sand still imbedded in my sunscreen, "me too.  Look, 
my condo's just up the street if you want to shower there..."

She gave me a brilliant smile and said, "That sounds good. Hey, can you 
hand me my phone out of my bag? I need to make a couple of calls..."

"Sure!" I said, reaching into the back seat for the bag, "By the way, I 
didn't see another car at the beach. Did you park somewhere else, or 
ride a bike...?"

She laughed and said, "No, that's one of the calls I've got to make.  My 
cousin dropped me off and is supposed to pick me up later.  I need to 
tell her I've got a ride."

She flashed me a smile and it seemed to me that she was feeling better. 
I was surprised at how that lightened my heart. I hadn't realized how 
tense I had become, worrying about this beautiful stranger.

I tried not to eavesdrop as she talked to her cousin, and by the time 
she was done, we were in the parking lot near my condo.

"Okay, Noe(NO-eh)!" Alamea finished up, "I'll catch up with you later! 
What? NOE!"

She looked sidelong at me then turned away and spoke in hushed tones, 
"Yeah, he is, but he's right here, okay? Bye!"

Since the condo had only one shower, I told Alamea to go ahead, and I'd 
take my shower later.

She looked at me with laughter in those big brown eyes and said, 
plaintively, "But what if I need help? I AM an invalid, after all!"

"I thought you didn't date mainlanders?" I said.

"You heard Auntie Lea." she replied, smiling, "I need someone to 'look 
afta me'. Besides, there's a first time for everything!"

Yielding, not very reluctantly, I joined her in the shower, getting a 
more leisurely look at the lovely golden body I had only glimpsed 
beneath the waves earlier. Her foot was still sore, but with a little 
experimentation, Alamea found that she could put weight on the ball of 
the foot and her toes, so she really didn't need much help in the 
shower.  Her independence notwithstanding, I did my best to be useful.

We took turns washing each other's backs.  Alamea did my back first, in 
a most delicious fashion.  She had me bend my knees to bring me down to 
her height, soaped her own front thoroughly, then, with her arms around 
me, slipped and slid her soapy breasts and belly all over my back and 
buttocks. Her soapy hands took liberties with my front, as well.  Her 
small right hand slid soapily up and down my rampant shaft while her 
left played with my nipples.

"I never thanked you for helping me, Dan." She said huskily, "I think 
it's overdue!"

I was close to peaking but with an effort turned and faced her.

"You're a beautiful young lady, Alamea," I said, sincerely, "And I would 
like nothing better than to be 'thanked' in the way you seem to be 
implying, but I'd feel better about it if I thought you wanted it too, 
and weren't just doing it out of a sense of obligation..."

Alamea smiled and said, "Silly! I just needed an excuse.  I haven't 
quite reached the point where I can come up to a guy and say 'Hey, 
you're hot! Let's fuck!'. I do want to thank you, but if I didn't want 
to do this, I'd give you a pineapple or something instead! Now, if 
you'll be so kind as to wash MY back, perhaps we can find a better place 
to continue this conversation..."

With that she turned her back to me, and looking sexily over her bare 
brown shoulder, gathered her butt-length black hair and pulled it in 
front of her body, leaving her back available for the requested washing. 
I considered using her method, but settled for letting my hands 'slip' a 
little - around to the front to slide soapily across her soft breasts 
and rigid nipples, and between her legs from the rear to thoroughly 
'wash' her slippery slit. I dropped the soap (unintentionally, really!) 
and when I bent to pick it up came face to face with a small, curvaceous 
pair of buttocks.

I couldn't resist. Parting those soft brown orbs gently with my hands, I 
drove my tongue between them, eliciting a shriek, followed by a sensuous 
moan as Alamea thrust backward to meet me.  Taking that as a good sign, 
I slipped the tip of my tongue into the brown crinkled depression of her 
little butthole, probing gently inward.

The sphincter opened before my lingual digit like a flower to a 
hummingbird. I probed even deeper, feeling the muscles quiver around my 
tongue.

"Oh you NASTY, DIRTY man!" Alamea gasped, jutting her ass out to give me 
better access, "Oh, damn that feels GOOD!"

Encouraged, I slipped a finger into her slippery pussy, searching for 
her G-spot.  With my tongue digging for gold in her fundament, and my 
finger lightly stroking the sensitive patch of flesh inside her tunnel, 
Alamea was soon slapping her buttocks against my cheeks. I strove to 
maintain contact as she fucked herself on my tongue and finger.  When my 
thumb began tapping her hooded clit, she went rigid, and with a 
high-pitched squeal, nearly snapped my finger off inside her as she came!

"Oh my GOD!" she gasped as I rose creakily to my feet, "I never knew 
THAT was an erogenous zone!"

I just smiled and accepted her wet embrace.

"What do you say we take this into the bedroom?" I whispered into her 
wet hair.

"You bet," she sighed, then straightened, "Oh! What time is it?"

As we stepped out of the shower, I glanced at the clock in the bedroom,

"About quarter after nine." I answered, reaching for a towel.

"Oh!" Alamea exclaimed, "Look, Dan, can I take a rain check?  I really 
want to continue this, but I'm supposed to have a rehearsal at 9:30, and 
I haven't been able to get hold of anyone to tell them I can't make it. 
If you could drive me down to the Marriott in Wailea I'd really 
appreciate it! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"Sure!" I answered, but my disappointment must have shown on my face.

Alamea dropped her towel and put her arms around my neck, kissing me 
passionately. I felt my cock rise again as she husked, "I mean it, Dan! 
I really want to be with you, but I can't let my girls down, okay?"

"I guess I can wait a little while." I smiled, "But you realize it's 
just going to build the pressure..."

"Ooooh!" she whispered seductively, "Does that mean you won't be able to 
control yourself? You wouldn't go all cave-man on little ol' me, would you?"

"Only if I thought you wanted me to..." I replied with a low growl.

"I can hardly wait!" she kissed me again, taking my breath away.

The shift she had worn to the clinic was the only dress she had with 
her, but it was relatively clean. She did slip on a lacy panty and a 
pair of sandals from her bag. I donned cargo shorts and a sleeveless 
shirt. Alamea's hand rested in my lap all the way to the Marriott, 
keeping my erection hard and ready.

"Why don't you come in and meet the girls?" Alamea asked as I parked the 
car.

She led me to a conference room where a bevy of young ladies and a few 
muscular young men milled about.

"Alamea! Where have you been? Why are you limping?" They all had similar 
questions and it took her a few minutes to calm them down and answer 
their questions.

Finally, she said, "So, Kelly, you'll have to dance my part for the next 
couple of performances, okay?"

"Do you really think I can do the solo, Alamea?" a pretty blonde asked.

"Sure you can, girl!" Alamea replied, "You've been ready for months, but 
all the spots have been full, so we didn't have anywhere to move you."

She clapped her hands and said, "Come on guys! This is still a 
rehearsal! You know what to do, so let's get to it!"

I've watched Hawaiian dancers on the mainland, some quite good at it, 
but this was different. To these dancers, wearing only a motley 
assortment of shorts, pants, skirts and various tops, the dances seemed 
almost spiritual.  Alamea noticed my rapt attention and sat down beside me.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" she whispered, "It's like 'Aloha' in motion!"

I nodded, still watching entranced as the dancers went through the 
graceful routines.  On the mainland, I realized, the dancers I had seen 
had been performing.  These were almost praying - every swing of the 
hips, every hand movement, every facial expression a reflection of their 
love for the dance and what it represented.  Even without the 
body-baring costumes and grass skirts it was the most sensual 
performance I had ever seen, and I was awed by its power.

Alamea watched me with a mixture of affection and amusement.

"I've spent years building this dance troupe." She whispered, "We're not 
the most popular performers on Maui for nothing! I wanted dancers who 
could feel the spirit of the dances as much as I did!  There are a lot 
of good dancers out there, but the best ones dance with their hearts 
instead of their feet!"

I nodded reverently.  "Best I'VE ever seen!" I whispered back.

"Wait 'til you see them in costume!" she laughed, "They're awesome by 
torchlight!"

"I tried," I replied, "couldn't get reservations!"

"Silly!" she replied, "You'll come as my guest, if you'll take me home 
long enough to get some other clothes!"

"It's a deal!" I whispered.

By the time the rehearsal was over, it was almost lunchtime, and we 
drove up to Lahaina, where I splurged on lunch at Kimo's. Alamea was 
cheerful and charming, and during the drive to and from Lahaina, her 
hand in my lap kept me on edge, especially after she nibbled on my ear, 
whispering "I want you SAVAGE tonight!"

Would the night NEVER come? I vowed that if she wanted savage, she was 
going to GET savage!

Alamea and her cousin lived in a small place on the inland side of the 
Pi'ilani Highway in Kihei, partway up the slopes of Haleakala. The 
cousin worked days at one of the shops in Wailea. You know the place - 
where you walk through and wonder what kind of life people live who not 
only WANT the stuff they sell, but can afford to pay the prices they 
charge in Wailea. You know the kind of merchandise - expensive 
sculptures of cartoon characters, that sort of thing.

After a couple of hours of changing clothes, packing, petting, and 
generally working ourselves into a frenzy, Alamea pushed me away and 
said huskily, "You need to cool off, Big Boy! Does that Condo where 
you're staying have a pool?"

"Yeah," I admitted, sorrowfully, "it does."

"Then what say you and I go take advantage of it until time for the 
first show?"

I reluctantly agreed, and she trailed a hand over my cock, whispering, 
"Be patient, Dan. All this teasing has a purpose that doesn't include 
leaving you high and dry. You just have to trust me, okay?"

What could I do? Reflecting back, I suppose it was more a matter of 
being enthralled by her than trusting her, but the end result was the 
same:  I waited.  I seemed to have a permanent erection, but I waited.

Back at my condo, we changed into swimsuits: Mine a flowered swim trunk, 
hers, a couple of scraps of brightly colored cloth held together by 
strings that barely covered her nipples and pussy.  A few stray whisps 
of black pubic hair peeked out from behind the bottom triangle of 
fabric, but Alamea didn't seem to mind. I carried my towel and hers, 
held in front of my crotch to hide the tent in my trunks.

Dropping the towels on our chosen lounge chairs, I sat hunched over, 
trying to minimize the advertisement of my arousal, as Alamea spread 
sunblock on all the exposed areas of my flesh, and some areas that 
didn't really need it...

I was grateful that there were only a couple of other people in the pool 
area, and they weren't paying us any attention.  My condition wasn't 
made any better when the lovely Hawaiian sprite asked me to return the 
favor. In order to cover all the exposed areas of her bronze skin, I 
found myself caressing oily lotion up and down her legs and back as she 
lay on her stomach, then kneading it into those soft, pliant buttocks. 
If I thought I was hard before, my cock became a diamond when she 
sensuously spread her legs, insisting that I cover ALL the exposed areas.

As I spread lotion into the valley between her buttocks, I checked to 
make sure the other couple wasn't looking, then slipped a lotioned 
finger quickly into her sphincter.  Instead of the squeal and evasion I 
expected, Alamea's reaction was to raise her buttocks, inviting deeper 
penetration.

As I spread the lotion into the V between her legs, my finger 
'accidentally' slipped beneath her thong to find her dripping pussy open 
and waiting for my entry! A soft moan issued from Alamea's mouth as I 
stroked briefly in and out, trying to make it look as though I was 
applying lotion. GOD! It was all I could do to keep from ripping that 
little scrap of cloth off her loins and raping her right there!

"Turn over!" I rasped.

Now came the hard part. She had used a different lotion on her face and 
neck, so I started with her arms, moving then to her legs, but stopped 
just at the edge of the fabric of her suit.  Alamea's hips undulated 
upward as I spread lotion in the crease above her thighs.  Shaking and 
sweating, I gingerly worked the greasy sunblock into the softly curved 
expanse of her midriff, allowing my hand to slip beneath the triangle of 
her thong to tease her clit a couple of times.  I was rewarded with a 
moan of frustration.

"You'd better be ready tonight, Alamea!" I growled in her ear.

Her first response was to push her pelvis hard against my hand.

"I'm ready NOW," she gasped, "but I think you'll find it's worth the wait!"

I loaded my palms with more lotion and started in on her shoulders and 
upper chest, finally working my greasy fingers under the fabric covering 
her nipples. I caught the hard little nubbins in the V between my middle 
and ring fingers, squeezing hard enough to draw a gasp from the little 
Hawaiian.

Two can play the teasing game, and I stood abruptly and jumped into the 
pool.

"Hey!" Alamea protested as cool water splashed on her overheated skin.

Next thing I knew, I was almost bowled over by a bundle of soft brown 
flesh as Alamea launched herself at me from the side of the pool, 
wrapping arms and legs around me as she captured my mouth in a 
soul-searing kiss. Our loins ground together as she slid her pelvis 
sensuously up and down my erection, only the thin fabric of our suits 
separating us.

"Do you know what my name means?" she whispered in my ear.

I shook my head, not really paying attention as my hands explored the 
wet flesh of her buttocks.

"I think my parents meant it as 'Precious', but it has another 
meaning..." she pulled my ear close to her mouth and whispered, "at the 
moment, 'Alamea' means 'Ripe', as in 'ripe for picking'!"

Her tongue dipped briefly into my ear, then sharp teeth clenched and 
released on my earlobe, sending delicious shivers down my spine. 
Suddenly, she was gone, disappeared under the water, but not for long.

As I watched the distorted shape of her body under the pool, a sudden, 
shocking warmth enveloped the head of my penis through the thin fabric 
of my trunks as she mouthed my cock under water. As quickly as it 
started, she was gone, only to surface behind me, both hands slipping 
into the front of my trunks to grip my shaft.

"I can hardly wait to get this inside me, Dan!" she whispered in my ear, 
wrapping her legs around me from behind.

Since I couldn't escape without a struggle, I pushed a hand between us 
and sank two fingers deep into Alamea's overheated pussy! For several 
seconds, she screwed herself on my fingers, then surrendered and 
released me.  I swam up behind her and bit gently on the side of her 
neck. Under the water, my left hand found a soft breast to squeeze and 
fondle as my right dove once again between her legs.

"I don't think this is doing much to cool me off," I whispered, 
strumming her clit, "but I'll keep trying, just for you!"

I don't know how I made it through the rest of the afternoon without 
blowing a gasket, because the teasing and touching continued through a 
second shower and preparations for the evening.

The dancers performed at the luau hosted by the Mariott, and Alamea 
apparently had a standing reservation for a number of guest seats as 
part of her deal with the management.

The meal itself was okay - kalua pig, etc. I really don't remember much 
about it, partly because I was entranced by the dancers, and partly 
because, just as the entertainment was about to begin, Alamea's roommate 
appeared.

Noelani was an inch or so taller than her cousin, with shorter hair and 
a slightly more voluptous figure.  She had the kind of eyes that could 
seduce you with a glance, and I greeted her with mixed emotions.  I was 
always happy to meet a beautiful lady, of course, but I feared her 
presence might put a crimp in my evening with Alamea.

After introducing us, Alamea excused herself and took her cousin aside, 
whispering excitedly in her ear I wasn't sure what brought the devilish 
smile to Noelani's face, but she nodded vigorously, and when they 
returned, they took seats on either side of me.

As the evening progressed, I began to get an inkling of what they 
plotted. Alamea and Noelani took turns stroking my erection through my 
shorts throughout the evening, and neither missed an opportunity to 
brush a soft breast against my arm or nibble on an ear under the 
pretense of whispering to me. Since the area where the dancers were 
performing was a little to the left of where we sat, and Noe sat to my 
right, Alamea leaned back against me, making sure my left hand was 
placed strategically over her breast, while her cousin plastered her 
voluptuous body against my right side, using both hands to 
surreptitiously caress and fondle various sensitive portions of my anatomy.

Since this all seemed to be part of Alamea's devilish little plan, I 
reciprocated by insinuating my fingers through the leg of Noe's shorts, 
to find her wet and ready! Her legs parted to allow me easier access, 
and I soon had two fingers sunk deeply into her.

Oh, what a night! As fantastic as the dancers were, and as captivated as 
I was by their performance, I couldn't wait for it to end!

As I walked back to the car, a beautiful lady on each arm, Alamea asked, 
"You don't mind if Noe joins us for a little fun, do you Dan?"

"Depends on how much longer you're going to leave me hanging!" I 
replied, pinching a nipple through her dress.

"No longer than it takes to get back to your condo!" she sighed. 
"Noelani will follow in her car, okay?"

"Okay." Was she really proposing what I hoped she was? I couldn't wait 
to find out!

In the parking lot of my rented condo, Noelani pulled a bag from the 
back of her Jeep before following us up the stairs.  I wondered how long 
she planned to stay.

I had no sooner pushed open the door than both girls attacked, pulling 
off my clothes as they pushed me toward the bedroom. Once I was bare, 
they shoved me down on the bed on my back.

"Stay!" Alamea commanded with an imperiously pointed finger.

...Unnecessarily, as it turned out.  No sooner had they deposited me 
atop the mattress than the girls proceeded to undress each other. 
Actually, that description is kind of like a Microsoft manual - 
technically accurate but bearing little relevance to what was really 
happening.

Noe stepped up behind her cousin and unzipped the back of her dress, 
bending slightly to kiss the graceful curve of Alamea's neck.  The 
smaller girl melted into her, throwing one arm around her neck and 
moaning in passion at the intimate stimulation.

Slowly, Noelani slipped the fabric off Alamea's right shoulder, 
following with little butterfly kisses as it slid down her honey-colored 
flesh.  The taller girl's hands disappeared within the covering of the 
fabric and Alamea's back arched as they found her breasts.

The slender Hawaiian girl dropped her arms and the dress slid to the 
floor, exposing her lovely breasts to my hungry gaze while her cousin's 
hands pinched and tugged at their hard brown nipples. The panties Alamea 
wore covered no more than had the bottom of her swim suit, and what 
little fabric was there was soaked with her juices!

Alamea moaned constantly as her cousin expertly played her body like a 
fine-tuned instrument, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize 
that this was familiar ground for the two of them.

In short order, the thong slipped down Alamea's slender legs, exposing 
her glistening bush to my heated gaze.

"Spread your legs, Alamea!" Noe whispered into her ear.

Alamea moaned and complied. Her cousin knelt behind her and slipped a 
slender hand between the smaller girl's thighs, to slide wetly along her 
crease. On the second pass, Noe forced a cry of passion from her willing 
victim as she plunged two long, slender fingers deep into the slimy 
cavern hidden behind the soaking bush. Alamea's body twanged like a 
bowstring, vibrating on the impaling fingers. Had Noe not jerked her 
hand away, her cousin would have cum in only a few seconds!

With a frustrated groan, Alamea turned and grabbed a handful of the 
larger girl's black hair, forcing her head backward and her mouth open. 
With a lustful growl, Alamea, now the aggressor, plunged her tongue into 
the other girl's oral cavity, sealing her victim's groan between them 
with her own lips.

Using the same handful of hair, Alamea forced the taller girl to her 
feet, and with both hands, ripped open her flowered print shirt, 
attacking first one exposed breast, then the other with bestial growls 
and slurping noises. At one point, she grabbed a large brown nipple 
between her teeth and stretched nipple and tit so far from Noe's body 
that I thought they would rip!

As she devoured the other girl's tits, Alamea unbuttoned and tugged 
Noe's shorts down her legs. I guess my teasing had had the same effect 
on Alamea that hers had had on me! She was unstoppable! Not that anyone 
was trying to stop her, mind you!  Noe hadn't been teased all day like 
her cousin and I, but she was rapidly catching up with the overflow of 
passion from the smaller girl's assault.

Finally, Noe was bare, her chest heaving with lust, and the two lovely 
Hawaiian ladies stood facing me as Alamea once again whispered in her 
cousin's ear.

Noe frowned and asked, "You sure, Alamea? You never did that before!"

"Tonight's the night, Noe!" Alamea replied, "Just do it!"

Without waiting for a reply, Alamea knelt on the bed between my legs and 
captured the head of my bobbing cock, red and slippery with pre-cum, 
between those luscious lips. I lost track of Noelani's activities as her 
cousin swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.

The feeling was exquisite as she slowly conquered more and more of my 
rigid length. Suddenly she moaned around my shaft, and I looked up to 
see Noe sliding a long, slender dildo deep into her dripping pussy. It 
didn't stay long.

Once the shaft was completely lubricated, Noelani withdrew and slipped 
the slender tip gently into her cousin's rectum. Alamea's muffled cries 
of pain vibrated my shaft as she slipped all the way to the root in her 
attempts to escape the invader.

Noe waited, allowing Alamea to grow accustomed to the stretching. 
Slowly, the slender Hawaiian slid backward, taking more and more of the 
plastic shaft as my cock slipped from her throat. When she had the whole 
dildo inside her, Alamea waited, eyes closed, savoring the new 
sensations and idly licking at my engorged plum.

When her eyes opened, she let my cock escape, and staring intently into 
my eyes, she rasped, "Cum now, Dan!"

With that, she again swallowed my cock to the root, wallowing her head 
around the shaft, and moaning as her cousin ravaged her asshole! How 
could I NOT cum?  After a full day of intense teasing, with my cock 
buried to the hilt in the face of this beautiful lady, I blasted what 
felt like a ton of molten lava down her spasming throat!

Alamea backed up and took the rest of my discharge in her mouth, rolling 
it around on her tongue before swallowing.  The motion of her tongue 
caused excruciating aftershocks on my over-sensitive glans.  Looking 
deep into my eyes, her hair fanned out over my thighs, the bronze 
goddess held my still-hard cock motionless within her mouth until the 
spasms ceased, then, lovingly engulfed the entire length once more.

With the initial edge of my lust blunted, she took her time about 
preparing me for what was to come, even as her cousin slowly reamed her 
fundament.  Occasionally, Noe would catch my eye and give me a brilliant 
smile over her roommate's back.  I couldn't help but smile back!

When I had once again achieved diamond hardness, Alamea let me slip from 
her mouth, then eased off of her cousin's plastic phallus as well. 
Standing, surrounded by a cloud of long, black hair, she straddled my 
waist and knelt to receive my shaft in her dripping, gripping, 
undulating pussy!  The exquisite warmth and wetness of her, so like, and 
yet so different from her mouth, surrounded my manhood with 
unadulterated pleasure.

I watched her face as she slowly settled on my shaft, drawing almost as 
much pleasure from Alamea's expression of pure ecstasy as from the 
physical sensations that caused it! Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered 
her body, savoring every stretch and ripple, never stopping, until 
finally, the hard bump of her cervix flattening the soft plum atop my 
pole. Dark eyes wide, she reached down to feel that still a couple of 
inches remained unsheathed! With a look of intense concentration, my 
Hawaiian lover pushed down, stretching, pushing me into unexplored 
depths, struggling to embed the rest of me within her.

Finally, frustrated, she rose halfway up my shaft and dropped, crying 
out as my spear penetrated even deeper! For a moment, my shaft bent 
painfully! Automatically, I flexed, my cock straightened, and something 
rearranged itself inside my lover. Suddenly, her full weight rested on 
my pubic bone, and she shuddered through a mini-orgasm as my joyous rod 
flexed and twitched in the hot, tight confines of her body!

All day we had been working up to this moment, and we stared into each 
other's eyes as our bodies accustomed themselves to one another. 
Tentatively, Alamea rose and fell, finding each descent easier than the 
last.  Finally, she smiled wickedly, and flung herself sideways, pulling 
me on top.

"Remember what I said on the way back from lunch?" she asked in a hoarse 
whisper.

I nodded, "Something about wanting me to be savage, as I recall."

"Well," she said, "now's the time!"

Alamea pulled her legs back to her chest, then threaded her arms between 
them to embrace me once more - her ankles now trapped behind her shoulders.

"Fuck me!" she growled.

Fuck her I did! She had said she wanted savage, and that's what I gave 
her! Like a wild animal, I plundered her tender tunnel, biting at her 
neck and ears, pinching, squeezing, and pulling at her nipples! With the 
initial pressure assuaged by her earlier oral manipulation, I was in no 
hurry.  Again and again she shrieked through her climax, each more 
powerful than the last!

At some point, Noe took the dildo, now detached from her harness, and 
reinserted it in Alamea's ass, reaming it almost as savagely as I was 
doing her pussy! When I felt a warm, wet tongue delving between my 
buttocks, the strength and speed of my strokes doubled, as did the power 
of Alamea's orgasms!

When Noe's fingers replaced her tongue, I thought I'd died and gone to 
heaven! I was driving swiftly to another orgasm of my own when Alamea 
pushed me away, saying, "Wait! Don't cum yet!"

Frustrated as I was, she hadn't let me down yet, so I reluctantly pulled 
out and waited to see what she had in mind.  Noelani apparently knew, 
because she withdrew the dildo from Alamea's butt as I came free, then a 
slender hand guided my dripping, flexing cock to nuzzle its engorged 
head into the small, crinkled brown crater of Alamea's anus.

Again gazing deep into my eyes, Alamea whispered commandingly, "NOW!"

I was tempted to comply, but my cock was somewhat larger than the dildo, 
and I took the initial entry slowly and as gently as I could.  The tight 
brown ring trembled and spasmed around my glans as it slipped wetly 
inside, and Alamea's eyes and mouth tightened from the pain.  With my 
plum resting inside and her muscle milking my shaft just behind the 
head, I waited, watching.

Soon, the clear skin of her face smoothed out again, and Alamea raised 
her buttocks to accept more of my shaft, mouth slightly open in 
anticipation. Our gaze locked again as slowly, inexorably, I sank, 
fraction by  fraction into her depths.  Alamea's eyes widened in wonder 
at the depth of my penetration, then closed, savoring the sensations as 
I flexed, fully embedded within her.

As I began to withdraw, Alamea's eyes flew open again, then fluttered, 
eyeballs rolling back in her head as once more I slid deep into her colon.

"Oh, GOD!" she moaned, deep in her chest, "I never dreamed...!"

Those dark, beautiful eyes flew open once more, staring wildly into mine!

"Fuck me NOW!" she demanded harshly, "Fuck me HARD! Fuck me GOOD!"

Always the obedient lover, I did my best to comply.

Drawing out until the rim of my glans tugged at the inside of her 
sphincter, I slammed full length back in! Over, and over, like a pile 
driver, I strove to sink my pole through the willing body beneath me, 
and Alamea counter-attacked, throwing her hips to meet each stroke with 
wild abandon, shrieking and crying through orgasm on top of orgasm!

Suddenly, the dildo was back, but this time it was knocking at MY back 
door! Noe had reattached it to her harness, and I held still as she slid 
the long, slender, plastic phallus deep inside me!  With her full 
breasts flattened against my back, the voluptous lady bit my earlobe and 
whispered, "You heard my cousin! Fuck her!"

Holy shit! It was just too much! I abandoned any pretense at sanity, 
flailing my hips back and forth between the two beautiful island girls! 
As hard as I slammed into Alamea's ass, I pounded just as hard into 
Noe's hips, the dildo rumbling across my prostate with each stroke, in 
and out!

This overstimulation, after the day's activities, and my earlier cum 
notwithstanding, rocketed me over the precipice, and I, never a vocal 
lover, screamed as I blasted a couple of gallons of cum deep in Alamea's 
guts!  My rectum gripped and spasmed around Noe's dick as her cousin 
blasted off beneath me!

Raking my back with her nails, Alamea did her best to pull my entire 
body inside her, cock first, as she shrieked and spasmed around my 
shaft! I don't know whether Noelani came or not. I was just too far gone 
to notice. The dildo twitched and rotated within me, but that may just 
have been my own spasmodic movements.

Slowly, in fits and starts, Alamea and I came down from wherever we had 
been. I held my weight on my elbows, but that was the best I could do 
for her. Noe, whose timing had been perfect all evening, waited until 
just the right moment to withdraw from my ass, sending me into secondary 
spasms that pumped a couple more spurts of viscuous fluid into her cousin!

After resting for a few minutes, Alamea began to get restless, and I set 
about disentangling myself from her. Slowly, gently, I withdrew my 
oversensitive, wilting member from Alamea's plundered bottom, having to 
stop several times as exquisite aftershocks racked my body. Finally, my 
oversensitive plum slipped from the elastic orifice and I flopped, 
exhausted onto my back.

Noe handed Alamea some tissues which she promptly stuffed between her 
buttocks and headed for the bathroom.

I looked at Noelani through heavy lidded eyes.

"Thank you, Noe!" I said, then, remembering, "You haven't cum yet, have 
you?"

She smiled warmly and started dressing.

"Alamea and I sometimes share lovers," she replied, "but not tonight. 
She wants to keep you  to herself.  You're special to her Dan, I can 
tell by the way she talks about you, and she just wanted my help to make 
this evening memorable for both of you. Me, I'm going to go home and 
find another one of my toys and make sweet love to it."

She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "She never goes out 
with mainlanders.  You guys have something special here, please try not 
to hurt her."

"I wouldn't dream of it!" I replied sincerely.

The rest of my vacation was heavenly. When Alamea's foot healed, I got 
to watch her perform with the other dancers and was awed by the grace, 
beauty and spirituality of her dancing. I don't think I'll ever look at 
Hula the same way again. One night, we made passionate love in the 
ocean, by moonlight, joining our bodies just beyond the surf line where 
the ocean bouyed us, but the sand from the roiling waves didn't create 
problems. We found many creative ways to enjoy each other, some 
including Noelani, not all of them sexual.

As my time on Maui drew to a close, we found ourselves trapped in longer 
and longer silences, neither knowing what to say.  It was clear that I 
couldn't ask Alamea to come with me.  She belonged here as much as the 
Silversword or the Nene, but without a job, it would be foolish for me 
to stay.

All good things must end, and eventually it was time for me to head 
home. Noelani followed us to the airport in Kahului and waited as Alamea 
and I said a long, tearful goodbye.

Winter has set in in California. The skies are dark and cloudy almost 
every day, and the drizzle of rain dampens everything. Alamea and I keep 
in touch by phone and by email, and today, a ray of sunshine broke 
through. I'm getting on a plane next week for a job interview with a 
sugar company in Kahului.  The pay isn't as much as what I'm making 
here, but that's not important.  I haven't told Alamea yet - I thought 
I'd surprise her.

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