Chapter 8
For four days and nights after the idyllic interlude with Leilani, Jeff devoted himself to catering exclusively to his mother's every whim, both social and sexual. She was supremely happy at his attentiveness. She had no reason to suspect that as long as he kept his balls thoroughly drained he wouldn't get a hard-on thinking of the now unattainable native beauty.
On the fifth day, Vickie booked them on a sightseeing bus tour of some of the historic spots of interest around the main island. Jeff went along in a docile frame of mind. Then, by a miraculous coincidence, he noticed that the hairy she-ape from the ship, Mary-Lou, was on the same sightseeing bus. She made no sign of recognition, even as a fellow passenger on the ship. On about the sixth stop to examine local volcanoes and age-old monuments, they were re-boarding the bus when Mary-Lou happened to be just ahead of them. As she was about to step onto the big bus she dropped her purse and the contents scattered on the ground. Jeff, reacting as any young gentleman would under the circumstances, stooped to help the lady retrieve her valuables. Prominently displayed among the items he picked up was her hotel key. The big plastic tag announced that she was staying in Room 212 of the Island Reef Hotel. He burned the information indelibly into his mind. She thanked him, smiled at Vickie and they re-boarded the bus. Now he had the facts. All that was needed was the opportunity. This came the following noon. Vickie and Jeff were in their bungalow preparing to go to lunch when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Wallace, Vickie's bridge partner on the ship. She explained that there was a tournament at her hotel and begged Vickie to come and be her partner. Vickie hesitated and then turned to Jeff.
"They want me to play in a bridge tournament this afternoon. Would you mind?"
"Not at all, mom. Why don't you go along and enjoy yourself. I'm going to be taking a surfing lesson, anyway, and I know that wouldn't interest you." He was delighted to hear her accept the invitation. It meant that he would be free from two until after six.
He didn't have a chance to phone Mary-Lou but decided to take a chance. Once Vickie's cab was out of sight he hopped into another and went to the Island Reef Hotel. His loud knock on Room 212 was answered almost instantly. Mary-Lou opened the door clad only in a thin negligee. The huge patch of jet black showed through the gossamer material like it had been cellophane.
"I hoped you'd be able to make it," she said, smiling. "I've almost been afraid to leave the room for fear of missing you."
"I got away the very first chance I had," Jeff explained as he grabbed her up in his arms and ground his semi-erect cock up against that mammoth mound of fur. A minute later they were stripped naked and approaching the bed. Jeff had his own ideas about how he wanted to take her this afternoon. Before he had a chance to even broach the subject she got on her knees on the edge of the bed and elevated those lovely buttocks to him. She reached back and spread wide the lush cheeks revealing her unbelievably hairy ass-hole. His cock twitched and jerked at the sight of it. She handed him a jar of cold cream from the bedside table and in a matter of seconds he had applied the lubrication and was slipping very readily into her rear canal.
"Oh, Jeff, I was afraid I'd lost you and that I'd never get any more of this wild kind of sex. No man ever screwed me in the rear before you came along and I'd surely be too embarrassed to ask one to do it that way. It's all I've been able to think about since that night on the boat deck. Well, not really all. I've also thought a lot about the taste of your delicious cum in my mouth. Oh, cripes, but it's good to feel your prick plugging my ass-hole again! There's just one thing you can do to make it better. Do you think you can reach around front and play with my clit while you fuck me up the ass? If you can, I'm sure I'll climax a dozen times in a row like a string of Chinese firecrackers. Ah, yes, that's it, just like that. Oh, that's beautiful. Here I cum! I knew that would trigger me off. Now! See if you can feel it back there."
Once the violence of her first anal orgasm had passed he began to stroke all the way in and then almost all the way out of her soft hot ass. Now and then he would release her clit and straighten up while he spread the cheeks of her ass wide with his hands and stared down at the lovely sight of his hard thick staff sliding in and out of her sensitive edges of her ass. The profusion of hair around the pulsating erection served to tickle with each stroke and add to the sensuous delight of buggering the pretty girl. While he was watching the repeated anal entrances and exits, she would reach back between her thighs and fondle his balls and work a finger in and out of his ass-hole in time with the throbbing cock as he moved in and out of the cheeks of her buttocks.
When he bent over again and reached around her hips to tickle and rub her panic button he would encounter that massive growth of belly fur. It didn't take much clit rubbing, along with the rear reaming to bring her to another orgasm.
The soft warm membranes that lined her rectum began to feel better and better to his tortured cock until he knew that they couldn't feel very much better and that he would soon flood her bowels with his hot searing love juice. Since she had wanted multiple orgasms she clasped her swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and worked the head of the sensitive little erectile organ in and out of its protective sheath.
"Hold on tight. I'm going to let loose. Here it blows!" he announced with obvious pride.
As he lunged one final time into the very depths of her bowels, Jeff felt the floodgates burst and the uncontrollable filling of the spillways of sex. It was as though all of his guts had melted and were flowing into hers, through the rear door.
"Oh, .God, Jeff, I love to feel you cumming in my ass. In some ways it's even better than when I cum. It's like you're moving right inside of me to live and to comfort and take care of me, inside as well as out," she moaned.
Later she cleaned Jeff's stained cock and prepared to take her second lesson in fellatio. Today she went down and slid her soft lips around it while it was still soft. In this way she could get a lot more of its bulk into her mouth than when it was hard and swollen. Jeff thrilled as he felt her tongue and lips graze the very base of his soft prick. Her throat was almost as tight as her cunt had been the first time he had fucked her, he thought. Perhaps he should take the same approach towards really opening it up. Pulling out of her mouth he instructed her to lay flat on her back on the bed with her head propped up high on two pillows. Once she was in position he adjusted her so that her head was pressed up tight against the padded headboard of the bed so that she couldn't back off so much as an inch. Now he straddled her chest and allowed his hairy balls to dangle and tickle her pretty tits. In this position he grasped her jaws and forced her mouth open. Then he shoved the huge bulbous tip of his huge rod into her mouth. Then he grabbed her ears and rammed his cock unmercifully deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed and sputtered and (gagged and the saliva ran out of her nostrils but he gave no quarter, driving it ever deeper into her oral cavity.
Jeff's burning, throbbing prick was rampaging like a mad man as it viciously face-fucked the prone girl who was held helpless by his strong thighs. The corners of her lips split from the excessive stretching and little trickles of blood ran down her chin. He had it all there now and she made little gurgling sounds as she tried to breathe through all the saliva with her windpipe choked and blocked with cock. Every time he would pull out to the tip she would take a huge gulp of air. On the final stroke he held her ears and lunged into her mouth with all his might until her lips grazed his balls as he let a blast and nearly drowned her in a flood of hot jism that made her choke and gag and sputter. Some of it even ran out of the nostrils of her nose. He kept her throat and mouth plugged with his prick until she had swallowed every bit of his cum that he had blown into her mouth. When there wasn't a drop left to spit out he pulled out of her mouth and she gasped for air.
Jeff had assumed that she would be as mad as a wet hen at having been so violently orally raped after she had shown her willingness to try to the limits of her capacity. He had been intent on having his cock all the way in all three of her sex cavities. He had had to force his way into the other two, why should her mouth be the exception?
At four-thirty, Jeff mumbled his apologies, dressed quickly and left Mary-Lou's room. He promised to contact her again if he could. She knew and understood the situation with his mother so she didn't force the issue.
Jeff beat Vickie back to the bungalow. He quickly took off his slacks and sports shirt and hung them in the closet, quickly substituting his surfer shorts. Next he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and let himself out of the French door to the beach. He dashed down and plunged quickly into the surf to get his hair and shorts wet and then came right out again, drying himself enough to make the towel look used. He kept an eye on the bungalow and saw Vickie arrive five minutes later. Making sure that there was plenty of dark sand caked on his wet feet, he strolled back to the bungalow.
"Hi, mom, been home long?" he asked. "How'd the "bridge game go?"
"Fine, dear, and, no, I haven't been home long at all. As a matter-of-fact, I arrived just before you did. How was the surfing?"
"Great! I think I'm beginning to get the hang of it. Only thing is that it made me ravenous. Can we go to dinner early tonight?"
"Of course, dear. Get a shower and dress and we'll go right now if you like," she said, smiling and wondering why he didn't have more of a tan from having been on the beach and in the surf all afternoon.
For their final five days and nights in Hawaii, Jeff devoted his entire and undivided attention to his mother. He fucked her on every possible occasion and when she was too tired he sucked her cunt. At times when she felt so moved, he let her suck off his balls through his cock. The days were idyllic for them both and they felt closer together than ever. One afternoon while Vickie was shopping, Jeff went to a phone booth and called Mary-Lou. The desk clerk at her hotel informed him that she had checked out the day before. Well, that was the end of that. It had been an interesting interlude. He wondered if he would ever again meet a girl with such a hairy cunt.
On the day that they checked out of the hotel and were waiting for a cab to take them to the ship, Leilani and another girl approached and hung farewell leis around Vickie's and Jeff's necks. Jeff knew that there was nothing personal in the gesture. It was part of the hotel's routine for all its departing guests. Leilani made no sign of recognition but the lei she selected for him was white ginger, such as she had worn the night they met. When she gave him the perfunctory kiss she brushed those huge tits against his chest. It was the secret way in which she said good-bye. They both knew that they could be no more than ships that pass in the night. She was the first girl with whom Jeff had ever really fallen in love. The memory of their wonderful hours together on the beach would stay alive in his memory for a lifetime. She would always remain a prime souvenir in his scrapbook of sex.
As they approached the gangplank they were given another lei by the commercial greeters and wavers. There was much singing, guitar music and strains of Aloha music. It was a fitting end for a beautiful experience. Jeff was taking back memories and experiences that even Vickie could never share with him.
The purser explained that because of redecorating they were being assigned to a much more expensive stateroom than the one they had reserved but that there would be no additional charge. They were both delighted with their unexpectedly luxurious quarters.
They rushed back to join the other passengers on deck for the ceremonial departure with the paper streamers, music, cortege of outrigger canoes and the full Hawaiian treatment. The powerful turbines hummed below decks, the steam whistle blew and the big white liner backed out into Honolulu Harbor, was nudged around by tugs, and slowly eased its way out past Diamond-head and into the open Pacific. Jeff watched until the skyline and even Diamondhead had dropped beneath the western horizon. Then he took Vickie to the cocktail lounge to drink a toast to the successful completion of a delightful island holiday.
It seemed strange to dress formally for dinner that night after they had gotten used to the studied informality of the islands. The atmosphere wasn't as happy as it had been on the first night heading West. No one is ever happy to leave the islands. Vickie reacted to it in her usual way-by getting quite drunk. That evening something new had been added. She got loud along with getting drunk. This new development would prove to lead to tragic ends.
A little after eleven o'clock Jeff helped Vickie back to their stateroom. She was crying and sobbing and moaning and seemed unable to control the volume of her speech.
"Oh, Jeff, I hate to see it all end. I don't want to go back to our dull life in the city. Why can't we just travel and live in romantic places forever? It seems unfair. The shitty parts of life are endless and the happy moments are so fleeting."
"I know, mom. I feel the same way about it but take it easy. You're practically screaming," he said, trying to calm her.
"I'm sorry, son. I don't mean to embarrass you. It's just that I can't bear to think of the dreary months ahead when we get off of this ship. Take my mind off of it, Jeff. Take your poor old mother to bed and suck her cunt and make her cum, in your mouth and then fuck her with that big beautiful cock of yours and fill her with your sweet juices. Then later I'll suck your cock for you and let you cum in my mouth and I'll swallow every drop of your honey." Instead of getting quieter her voice had risen even higher and Jeff was afraid that the whole ship would hear her. There was only one way to shut her up at the moment. He opened his fly and whipped out his prick and stuffed it in her mouth. She couldn't talk and suck cock at the same time.
The experience seemed to calm her some. After she had sucked him off thoroughly, he helped her out of her clothes and into bed. This stateroom had a full-size double bed rather than the over-and-under bunks of the cheaper cabins. Then he went down and pressed his mouth to her moist slit and licked and sucked her to quiet her nerves.
"Oh, Jeff, that's wonderful. I love the way you suck my cunt. Keep your tongue deep in it and then lock your lips on my swollen clit and suck my pussy dry, my precious son." Again her voice came out in what was almost a scream.
At length he made her cum twice to his mouth and then she fell into a blessed quiet sleep. Jeff got dressed and sneaked back up to the bar. Tonight he was the one that needed a few drinks in order to calm his nerves enough to sleep. A well-dressed old woman came in and sat a few stools away from him. She seemed to be studying him carefully. Jeff hoped the old bitch didn't have any bright ideas about trying to pick him up. When he finished his drink and returned to their stateroom he had the feeling that she was following him. He let himself in quickly. She was less than ten feet behind him. He closed the door and was afraid that she would knock but she passed on down the passageway.
In bed beside Vickie, he enjoyed the throbbing vibration of the ship's engines and the gentle rocking motion. His mind was full of thoughts of the wonderful experiences on this trip. With any luck he might relive them in his dreams.