by R. C. Curtis
The game is rigged.
I groaned. Half as warning to Kelly, half because I had to.
I blame Kelly for this.
Iokua and I were side by side.
Yes OK maybe he is thicker. Maybe an inch longer. I still think my cock is prettier.
Doesn’t matter.
Kelly smiled up at me as she stroked us. “Are you gonna come baby?” Her hands moved achingly on our cocks. “Are you gonna give up? Are you gonna watch me fuck him? Are you gonna watch him make me come? Am I allowed? Come for me if you want him to fuck me.”
I visioned Kelly squirming and begging under him, his thick cock buried to the hilt in her inconstant womb, and I came.
I sprayed all over her. I sprayed on her tits, on her chest, on her beautiful, delicate clavicles, I emptied my soul out onto her soft, poised left nipple. I thrust towards it. Kelly pumped me onto her nipple, squeezing my shaft, looking down as she urged the last few spurts onto her body. The last one dribbled out, a thick gob sliding lazily down the back of her hand and wrist. She smiled, wiping my cock between her breasts.
She smiled at Iokua. “You won,” she said, letting go of my cock.
Her hand was still on my thigh.
He stepped forward and pushed Kelly back onto the bed. Her legs fell open and he was between them in an instant, pressing his cock between her wet folds and then inside her with a quick stabbing thrust.
Kelly gasped, and arched up toward him. He needed no urging, and fucked her hard
I watched them writhe and thrust against each other.
Kelly needed to fuck. Everything so far had been foreplay for her. Now she yielded completely to her arousal.
I watched them fuck. The driver watched them fuck. The driver lit a joint, and passed it to me. We killed it, watching them fuck.
I thought they would both come quickly, but their initial violent lust slowed, and they settled in to a more leisurely pace. He stopped and flipped her over, pulling her ass into the air. He sunk back into her, and Kelly moaned, her face sideways on a pillow.
The driver nodded at her. “Your girlfriend?”
I looked at Kelly. She lay on her back, her arms around Iokua’s neck, her legs wrapped around his ass as he thrust into her. He fed on her bare breast, one nipple between his lips, the other rock hard and glistening with his saliva. Kelly moaned, and her fingers moved through his hair.
“Yes,” I said.
“Paumuku,” he said.
Paumuku. Slut. I guess I should have got mad, but he was just stating the obvious.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Iokua had found one of Kelly’s weak spots, and he fucked her slowly for a few minutes, returning to suck on her nipples. Kelly began to writhe a bit under him, pushing up against his body as he fucked her. Iokua kept the pace going, one nipple in his mouth, and lightly twisting the other one. Kelly thighs clasped his body, and she curled up toward him, her hips very alive, and then she gave a jerking shudder, and came. She clutched him, groaning, her eyes shut tight.
Iokua sucked her nipple until the spasms passed, then he began to fuck Kelly with quick rapid strokes. Kelly cried out now with each thrust, her breasts bouncing freely. Her hands reached out and clawed at the bed, and she shuddered again, a little aftershock of pleasure.
The driver shook his head and smiled. “Paumuku,” he said.
I went outside for some air.
The sun lay warm on my face. An ancient bird of paradise flower grew beside the door. I leaned against the wall of the shack. I could still hear them fucking.
I spent a long while just standing there. I heard them stop, change positions, then start again. Every once in a while Kelly would cry out in orgasm.
In time, I went back in
I guess I had been out there a while. Iokua sat naked in a chair now, his cock glistening and only semihard. He looked mostly spent.
The driver was between Kelly’s thighs now, fucking her steadily. She made soft little sounds with each thrust, little contented sounds of pleasure. She looked like she had come once already.
He wasn’t part of the contest, but I didn’t begrudge her this.
I offered Iokua a cigarette. He took it, and lit it. We sat back, watching Kelly fuck the driver.
Iokua leaned forward for a moment and blew a cloud of smoke out over the couple, then settled back in to watch.
The driver had already come in her mouth, so he was in no hurry, and seemed to take advantage of this to fuck Kelly in a bunch of different positions; from behind, with her knees by her ears, and even on her side. Kelly lay on her side facing us, her leg scissored, while he loomed over her and fucked her steadily. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust. She looked at me, her eyes glazed with bliss, and smiled.
Paumuku
Iokua and I didn’t talk, we just watched the two of them fuck.
At last, holding her hips and fucking her from behind, the driver came in Kelly. He shot it into her deep, a long, twitching orgasm, the base of his cock rotating against her ass, the tip somewhere far inside Kelly’s vitals, spewing cum in wrenching spasms into her core.
Kelly collapsed face down on the bed, as the driver pulled out and lurched away, breathing hard.
Iokua got up again and rolled her over. Kelly looked up at him, her thighs instinctively opening. He climbed over her. His was hard again, not as hard at it had been, but hard enough to penetrate her.
He did so.
Kelly whimpered.
He moved slowly inside her, savoring the moment. Kelly’s arm were surrendered above her head. He fucked her and her whole body moved in response to each stroke. Her breasts moved in lazy circles, nipples pointed blithely to the ceiling.
Kelly glistened in the warm air. Everyone was sweaty. The cum I had emptied onto Kelly’s breasts was long since disappeared, replaced by a gleaming sheen of shared perspiration and body fluids.
He flipped her over again to fuck her from behind. Kelly’s hair stuck damply to her face. Her breasts swung as he fucked her.
I went outside and found an old cup. I rinsed it, then filled it from a poorly coiled hose and brought it inside. I offered it to Kelly. They stopped moving long enough for her to take a drink. She drank half then passed it back to Iokua, who drank the rest of it, his rigid cock motionless for a moment inside her.
I took the cup back and they started again. The water revived them both. Iokua started fucking her rapidly from behind. He must have started to hit some perfect place, because Kelly started to make tense little yelping sounds.
The sounds just made Iokua’s cock more ferocious, and he slammed into Kelly’s pussy over and over, his loins slapping against her ass.
Kelly gripped the sheets.
I watched her breasts sway, I watched her face tense.
She started to tremble.
Then, abruptly, she froze, her whole body rigid for long seconds, then she began to moan and cry out, her body wracked with the pulsing thrills from her clit.
Kelly’s clasping pussy writhing in orgasm proved to be too much for Iokua, and he came for the second time in Kelly, gasping, arching and holding his cock motionless in her as it spurted his own lust into her.
They collapsed together.
I could see everyone was done for the day.
Kelly fell asleep briefly.
I got her out of the bed, and led her outside. I turned the hose on her, and she squealed and tried to block the stream of water. The water droplets clung to her wet wriggling body.
I didn’t have a towel so I dried her with my shirt. She giggled as I rubbed her.
We all got back into the truck, except this time Kelly rode in the back with me and we sat with our backs against the cab, my arm around Kelly and her tired head on my shoulder. She slid her hand inside my pants and held my soft cock, kneading it gently as we headed back down the mountain, back to the beach, back to the rest of our first summer together.
Kelly Rides a Rogue Wave
The swell came in shortl
y before dawn. Kelly and I were on the beach to greet it. We didn’t normally surf at Canoes in the summer, but there are a couple of times each season the surf really blows up and this was one of those days. I was kind of over surfing, but Kelly still liked to go out when it wasn’t at a beach with hostile locals. I’d only had a few hours’ sleep, but hey, Eddie would go, right?
We parked at the zoo for the free parking, and carried our boards on out to the beach. The light was murky, but already a lot of surfers were out. We paddled out to catch our share of the waves.
I’m not spectacular on the water. Kelly’s good, but mostly we were just there to ride and enjoy. And not much in life is more enjoyable than Kelly in a bikini, on or off the water. I wasn’t the only one to notice that too, of course. Made me long for the waters of California where she’d be wrapped up in a wetsuit, instead of mostly naked and tugging her top back around to cover herself again any time she got axed hard by a wave. I could see the eyes watching her every time she dropped into a bottom turn.
Plenty of sharks riding boards in the waters off Waikiki.
Plenty of sharks on the beach too. Mid-morning Kelly and I took a break, sitting and goofing around on the beach. More surfers showing up all the time, some of them raw tourists who were expecting the kid friendly waves Canoes usually feeds the sandy shore, but not today. Most of them were still game enough to paddle out and give it a try, some with instructors, others on their own, some trying to figure how to turtle through the incoming waves and get out to the lineup, and smarter ones learning to stand on the broken whitewater waves close to shore.
And every single one of them seemed to take at least one glance at Kelly before they waded out.
Not that I’m paranoid or anything.
People talk to Kelly all the time. You get used to that pretty quick, partly because Kelly genuinely loves talking to people. Anybody, anytime. The girl has charisma.
People wander up to us, chat for a bit, and move on. Remember I told you before about the guy talking to her when her nipple had slipped out, and Kelly was so busy talking she didn’t even notice she was on display? That’s Kelly. It’s not all guys that talk to her though. We get women, couples, little kids, everyone. Kelly smiles at just about everybody that goes by, and that’s the biggest icebreaker in the world it seems.
An almost naked pretty blonde smiling at you?
Yeah, I’d talk to that.
At one point this guy walked up to us, a little different from the other tourists on the beach, which is an achievement. This is a solidly tourist beach, lined with all sorts of big hotels. Elvis used to stay here, and would go in and out by helicopter off one of the roofs. So you get a wide swath of tourist.
This guy stood out a couple of ways. He wore swim shorts with a black belt, with a silhouette of a girl diving on the left leg. He had on a pink button down short sleeved shirt, unbuttoned. He smoked a cigar, had a close cropped beard, and looked to be middle aged. His body was ripped, strong visible thighs, wide bare chest, and flat abs. He was also African-American. A mainlander. Popolo.
While he was walking up, Kelly whispered to me. “Look,” she said.
The guy stood out, we didn’t see many popolos like him on the beach in Hawaii. Haoles either, but maybe we just weren’t on the tourist beaches enough. Who knows?
He smiled as he got close.
“I’ve been watching you kids for a bit. Looks like you are having a good time.”
We were.
He continued. “I’m from L.A. Just enjoying the warm water, for a change.”
“I was in L.A. a month ago,” I said. “I go to school there.”
“Oh good,” he said. “You know what I’m talking about. You on vacation too?”
“No, we live here.” I included Kelly. “Just going to school on the mainland.”
“You too?” he asked Kelly.
“Not yet,” she answered.
He nodded. “How are the waves?”
“Pretty epic,” said Kelly. “For here, anyway.” She pointed. “Queens is looking pretty good too.”
“Excellent.” He glanced back at Kelly. “Reason I stopped to talk to you kids is I thought you might be perfect for a project I’m working on.”
Kelly bit. “What’s that?”
He continued. “I word in the record business. I do production, a little this and that for the artists. Music and stuff. I also do some stuff on the covers. Oversee artwork and the like.”
Kelly nodded.
He kept his eye on Kelly. “I think you’d be perfect for a cover we’re putting together.”
“That’s cool,” said Kelly. “What band?”
“It’s a first album,” he said smoothly. “Brand new band, we haven’t settled on a name for sure yet. Five guys in the band, they’ve been playing out of San Francisco for a couple of years, but we think they are ready to break big right now.”
“Awesome,” said Kelly.
He checked his watch. I noticed it was a Rolex. “I’ve got to go, but how about we get together tonight at dinner to talk about it?”
“Just me?” asked Kelly.
“No, no both of you. I’m buying. You know the Hilton?”
We did.
“I’m in there. I’m Louis. Meet you downstairs at the restaurant at eight. Sound good?”
“Sure,” said Kelly.
It was my night off, so I was good to go as well.
The man headed back down the beach.
“Damn,” said Kelly. “This is cool.”
“It is.”
She watched him across the sand. “And double damn, that was a good looking old dude.”
Fallen Angel
Kelly went to work that afternoon, and I went home and got some sleep. I figured dinner would be OK, but nothing too remarkable. Someone wanting to take pictures of Kelly wasn’t anything unusual, but being on an album cover would be pretty sweet. For Kelly anyway. Nobody ever wanted to put me on an album cover of course.
I picked her up later that evening.
She came to the door wearing a little sundress, and a pair of heels. “Look at you!” I said.
“Thanks,” said Kelly.
“No kidding,” I said, “You better keep it toned down or you are going to give that old guy a heart attack.”
Kelly laughed, and walked past me. “He’s from L.A. I’m sure he’s used to way hotter girls. Although it would be pretty cool to kill a guy by being too sexy.”
If anybody could, Kelly could.
She looked great in heels. She didn’t wear them much, since we were usually on the beach, or hiking around the island, so it was a nice treat to see her dressed like this. Walking towards me, the little extra shimmy the heels gave her walk made her braless breasts sway becomingly under her dress. And after she walked by, the extra little swing to her hips drew your gaze to her ass, and Kelly had an ass that would keep it locked firmly there. I sighed. Whatever happened with the album cover thing, this would be an enjoyable night.
I had no idea.
Louis was waiting for us in the restaurant. He stood, and took Kelly’s hand and held it in both his as he kissed her cheek, then shook my hand. He was really quite courtly, and put us at ease right away. Or maybe off guard is a better description. I don’t know, things started to veer in unusual directions pretty quickly.
First of all, Kelly ordered a Mai Tai, which surprised Louis. Surprised me too, but for different reasons. Kelly usually drank beer or did tequila or vodka shots. In a fancy restaurant, she was going to try something she wouldn’t have in the places we usually hung out in. Made sense, when I thought of it.
Louis reacted differently. “Oh you can drink?” he said, a little surprised.
Kelly smiled. “Been drinking legally for three months now. It’s been great.”
Louis looked a little surprised. “Wait, how old are you?”
“Eighteen,” said Kelly. “How old are you?”
Louis laughed at her directness. “Sorry,” he
said, “In California the legal age is twenty one. And you don’t look twenty one. One the beach, I thought you looked maybe sixteen.”
Kelly looked a little affronted.
“It’s your face,” said Louis quickly. “You are pretty angelic. Your face is very sweet and innocent.”
“Just my face?” asked Kelly coquettishly.
Louis took a slow sip of his drink. He let his eyes run down Kelly’s body, what he could see of it above the table anyway. He nodded. “Just your face,” he said slowly, his eyes on Kelly’s. “I saw you in that bikini today,” he continued. “No girl with that body is still innocent at eighteen. No way.”
He turned to me. “Am I right?”
I stammered a little. “As innocent as she needs to be, I suppose.” I could swear Kelly blushed.
Appetizers arrived. Louis spoke in front of the waiter. “You aren’t wearing a bra,” he said to Kelly.
“No.”
“It’s a great look for you,” he said.
“Thank you,” answered Kelly. She seemed flattered and uncomfortable all at once.
Louis changed the topic, away from Kelly’s body and its presumed lack of innocence, and we discussed other things. At last he brought up the album cover again.
“The concept is one of a sexy angel. It’s not entirely nude, not on the outside anyway, but we want a gatefold album cover, and on the inside spread it will be you, but without the see through robe.