Chapter 5
Finally Susan Hopkins decided she would take a vacation. She was grateful for spring. As that would give her a break from the problem that she was forever facing. Even though she had no idea where she would go at first she decided to speak to a travel agent about it.
She went to a travel office and the young man who helped her suggested, "If you don't mind my saying so, why don't you go to Hawaii?"
"Hawaii," she said, "I never thought of going there."
"Well you should," he told her, "because it is a beautiful place. I'm sure that you would have a good time on the beach."
He winked as he said on the beach and she wondered why.
"Could you tell me what that wink was for?" she laughed.
"If you want me to," he said suggestively. "The wink was to tell you about all of the fun that you could have there. You see there are a lot of swingers there."
"Is that right?" she laughed. "That sounds interesting."
"I thought you would find it interesting," he assured her.
The whole idea appealed to her.
"Alright," she agreed, "book me to Hawaii."
She was delighted and gratified for the opportunity to go to Hawaii. However at the same time she was aware it would cost her plenty. Nevertheless she figured she owed it to herself to have a little fun.
She could never forget her first glimpse of Hawaii from the big jet. As she glanced down into the blue waters it seemed as if submerged land had hurtled itself upward and there in green glory stood the island of Hawaii planted in the middle of the sea by a volcanic eruption,
As she landed she had good feelings about the fun she would find in this paradise. She went to her hotel and the room clerk was accommodating.
"We have your reservation and we're sure you'll like your room here."
"I am too," she told him. "As a matter of fact. I really have looked forward to this trip for a long time."
"A lot of people come here to get away from it all," he said, "and this is a beautiful spot."
That evening as she sat down on the balcony and saw the sun setting on the sea she was treated to a rare spectacle. The fantastic rays of the sunshine painted a glorious picture of paradise.
When she went out later that evening, she thought she'd never seen a place quite so beautiful. She went to a bar and got quite a jolt when she realized it was a nude bar. Only it wasn't nude women, it was nude men. As the naked men waited on the overflow crowd of women, she marveled at what was happening. Some of them had hard-ons. She looked at one man and smiled. He looked at her and asked her, "What will you have?"
"About nine inches of cock," she grinned up at him.
"Well I don't serve that here," he smiled, "that comes later at my place. If you're interested, I'm for the asking. But there is a price."
"Of course," she said, "I thought there would be."
He smiled knowingly and said, "Everybody's got to live."
"That's true," she giggled, "well I see you're having fun. So baby when can we make it?"
"I could see you at midnight," he said. "You go back to your hotel and I'll meet you there."
"Well here's my room number," she said, "and my name. What's your name?"
"Ron," he said, "and believe me Susan, I look forward to this. I'd like to do it without charging, but it's a business."
"I understand baby," she said.
As she sipped her drink and looked at the naked men parading around the room, she got stimulated. After a few moments a blue light flashed on the center of the stage and a gorgeous blonde girl came out with a dark skinned man. They performed a sexual ritual dance, and then they went into the simulated act of sex. As she watched this she got hotter and hotter for Ron. She could hardly wait in fact for the big moment to arrive.
She finally decided to leave the place around eleven and as she walked down the palm lined boulevard she got a beautiful impression of Hawaii. Now she was eager for Ron to make it with her.
She was in her room ten to midnight. A few minutes after twelve, the phone rang. A man's voice told her quietly, "This is Ron baby. Are you ready for it?"
"Ready willing and able," she told him emphatically.
"I'm in the lobby at a pay phone," he said, "I'll be right up if it's alright with you."
"It's alright with me," she said.
He came up to her room and from the moment that he walked in she could tell that he was hot for it. She glanced down at his crotch and she could see the enormous bulge there.
"Oh baby, it was my lucky night. From the moment I saw you I knew I had to have you."
"I bet you say that "to all of your customers, eh Ron?" she smiled seductively.
"No," he assured her, "I reserve those words for a precious few. You should see the old dames we get who expect action. It's really bad."
"I guess it is," she agreed.
He could hardly wait for the moment of truth to arrive. When it finally did, he got a jolt.
"You know baby," he said, "I don't know when I've seen a more gorgeous body."
She stood before him naked with a shaved box.
"You're really beautiful," he said, "from the top of your head to the tip of your shaved box."
She smiled as she stroked his cock for him. She reached under his balls and played with them.
"How about a little ball massage?" she smiled, as she rubbed his testicles.
"Oh that feels real good," he told her, "real good."
The pleasure that he was enjoying at this point was increasing every moment.
"Keep that up," he begged excitedly. "Yes baby, that's what I like. Oh yes, baby, that's beautiful."
She loved the sight of his juicy big cock and she could hardly wait to take it in her mouth.
"I want it," she said.
"Well I want you on the bed," he told her frankly, "where I can get the best angle for thrust."
"Alright baby," she told him. "You're going to get that."
She went over to him and got on the bed.
"How do you want me?" she asked.
"I want your head on the pillow," he said, "and then I can stab your face. The view from down there is beautiful, baby."
He wadded the pillows and she placed her head at an angle so he could get the thrust he wanted so much. Then he straddled her. She loved the feel of his buttocks as he thrust them over her bosoms. Then he was directly over her face.
"Isn't the view from there tremendous?" he smiled, as he looked down at her.
"Yes, Ron," she said excitedly, "and what shall I do, lick your balls?"
"Lick everything," he smiled.
She let her tongue lap away at his buttocks. Then with his balls waving over her face she seized one and started licking. Getting the other she licked them both. Opening her mouth, she received them.
"Oh I like that," he told her enthusiastically. "That is real groovy baby."
She knew what he wanted and she was eager to give him all the excitement he could take.
"Lick them," he insisted, "go ahead, lick those big balls."
She licked them and mouthed them. Then, he pointed his penis at her red lips.
"Now this is good cock meat," he said, "and I want you to give it a good licking."
She licked the underside of his cock and then opening her mouth let him stab it to her.
"Take it," he told her, "take every inch of it."
Inch by inch he slid himself into her mouth. When he was all the way in, he was reaching for the back of her throat. She realized now why he wanted her on the pillow placed at this angle.
"Come on baby," he told her, "that's the way. Oh yes. That's the way I want it done."
She was giving him the satisfaction that he wanted and he was getting more and more turned on every moment.
"Oh yes baby," he panted excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh yes."
The pleasure was mounting every moment now as he continued.
"Oh keep that up," he gasped excitedly, "keep it up, baby."
The sensations that swallowed her up now were the most.
"You're going to get a nice juicy load," Ron smiled, as he looked down at her face.
He loved the sight of his cock stabbing her mouth. It gave him a feeling of male dominance.
"Gobble that cock," he exclaimed eagerly, "that's it, beautiful baby. Gobble it. Every juicy inch of it."
She was excited now as he stabbed it viciously in and out.
"Oh wow!" Ron panted. "Does that ever feel good to me. You're right on honey, that's beautiful. Yes, yes, that's the way to do it."
The pleasure was building every second now and he could hardly stand it.
"Keep it up baby," he gasped excitedly. "That's the way. Keep going baby."
With savage cock thrusts he continued.
"Oh yes," he urged her on, "that's beautiful. That's it."
He watched her cheeks suck in as she swallowed his cock like a sword swallower.
"You're going to get a gallon of juice," he smiled at her. "It's thick and it's so good for you."
Now she was hot for it. She could hardly wait for him to unload it. Suddenly he erupted within her mouth. As the steady white stream of shooting spray shot into her mouth she gulped.
"Oh wow!" he gasped excitedly. "That's too much baby."
The intense pleasure that she felt at this point was remarkable indeed.
"Yes baby," he panted, "get it, all of it. Swallow my sperm."
It ignited him to have her swallowing that way. He loved the sight of her as she gulped his juice.
"Every drop of it," he smiled, "that's it. Every drop."
She continued gulping until she had gotten it all. As she pulled off him, she nodded.
"I'd say that was a good gallon," she said, "you always shoot that much cream?"
"All the time baby," he said. "I'm what you call virile."
"I guess you are lover," she assured him.
It didn't take Ron long to get going on her breasts. He moved down and began licking at first one breast and then the other. While he was letting his tongue lash away at one breast, he was playing with the other rather roughly. "That's delicate flesh," she told him. "Now you take it easy lover."
He smiled as he looked at her but he didn't pay much attention. He nibbled at her nipples and then reached down to finger her gash.
"Oh Ron," she said, "I love your fingers sliding in me."
He pulled off her breast a moment, to tell her what he expected her to do.
"You're supposed to grab my fingers in your pussy," he explained with a smile.
"You've got it all figured out haven't you, doll baby?" she said.
"You bet your sweet ass I have," he told her.
She was excited that he was enjoying it this much.
"Oh baby," she smiled at him, "you don't know how much I love you."
The moment she said love, he recoiled.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he said. "We're fuck mates, you're paying me. There's no love involved. This is sex, pure unadulterated sex."
He laughed as he made this announcement.
"That's the truth," she said. "I guess I misspoke."
"I guess you did sweetheart," he grinned. "Now I'm going to eat you. I'm going to eat you, baby, because your pussy tastes good and you're paying me."
"Which motivates you the most? Is it tasting pussy or the money?"
Ron flashed a knowing smile and grinned.
"I'll tell you the truth," he said, "the money."
"Well at least you're honest," she said.
"I try honey," he told her, "so let's cut out this crap and get down to pussy eating."
Saying no more Ron pried her pussy lips apart and stabbed his tongue deep inside her mound. The moment his hot tongue touched the walls of her vagina her body quivered and shivered with passionate pleasure.
"Oh that's how it's done, Ron," she told him excitedly. "Yes baby, yes, that's what I like. Keep doing it."
The pleasure that he experienced now was building and building.
"All the way honey," she told him. "Yes, that's the way I like it. Give it to me."
His hot tongue continued stabbing and his hands massaging her asscheeks as he ate her pussy.
"Oh that feels good honey," she gasped, as she thrust her pelvis forward pushing the pussy in his face.
"Oh I'm juicing," she cried excitedly. "I made it. Yes baby, eat it, lick it. Oh, ah!" she groaned in sexual ecstasy.
When her Hawaiian lover had finished eating her mound he withdrew his tongue.
"Thank you Ron," she smiled at him.
"I enjoyed you," he said.
"Did you really?" she asked.
"I don't lie," he said. "You can count on that. When I say I enjoy eating a woman I mean I enjoy eating her."
Ron lay there between her legs. As he rested his head on one thigh he looked at her ass.
"You've got a real pretty ass," he grinned.
"Why do you say that?" she demanded.
"Because," he said, "it's the truth. It's not too big, and it's firm. It's just right for fucking."
"That's what I thought you said it for," she said. "No you don't. I absolutely refuse to get involved with an ass fuck."
"Have you ever tried it?" he asked.
"Well no. Now that you mention it, I haven't," she admitted.
"Well don't knock it if you haven't tried it," he said.
"I don't live by that rule of thumb," she informed him. "You could say the same thing for arsenic. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it. But I'm willing to listen, from what my good sense tells me about arsenic."
"That's silly," he objected, "to compare an ass fuck to arsenic."
"Well I don't mean that they're identical or anything like that," she said, "but it falls into the category of something I wouldn't enjoy, and if I wouldn't enjoy it, I ask you why should I do it?"
"Well you have a good point," he admitted.
She felt relieved somewhat that he could bring himself to admit anything, for it was obvious to her that he was not the easiest person in the world to satisfy.
"Well I just enjoy that position," he continued arguing for what he wanted.
"That's nice," she said, "I'm so glad that you do. But as for my ass, forget it."
He looked at her eagerly and he got hotter by the moment.
"Now sweetheart," he said, "let's get going."
He was ready and so was she. At this point she was willing to do about everything.
"If you would get on all fours like a fucking animal," Ron suggested, "then I would get behind you and stab it into you. You'd just love that."
She shook her head not quite sure that she would.
As he continued talking to her she became more and more aware of what he meant.
"Now baby," he said, "let's be real nice about this. You know what I want.
On all fours with her ass upturned toward him he got behind her.
"I'll enter your pussy from this angle," he grinned.
Grasping her asscheeks, he boldly thrust himself forward. She loved the feel of it as the rock hard cock stabbed into her.
"Oh wow!" he gasped. "That's wild. Yes, baby, yes. Now you're fucking. All the way!"
The piston stabbing cock continued going into her pussy from the back angle. As he massaged her asscheeks he explained his reaction to her.
"If you would just bend over baby," he smiled, "that would do it. Yes, the farther you bend over the farther I can shove it to you."
She loved the sensation of his stabbing cock now as he continued driving it forward.
"Oh yes, yes," she panted, "I like it. It does feel fantastic. Fuck me, Ron, fuck me."
Ron was turned on as she pushed back just the way he wanted it. Bending over and arching back was producing just the pleasure he desired.
"Fuck ass," he said, "fuck it."
The twisting ass and the stabbing cock were coming closer and closer to climax.
"Grab it," he panted, "snap your pussy around it."
"Do what Ron?" she asked curiously.
"Snap your pussy baby," he said huskily. "That's it. You grab it, you relax it. The alternating action gives me wild charges."
"Oh it does feel good," she admitted. "Yes baby, fuck me."
She was begging her Hawaiian lover to give her all of his meat. Inch by inch he was invading her vagina farther than any man had previously. She was certainly glad that the travel agent had suggested Hawaii for she was enjoying the deep thrust.
"I'm almost there," he cried, as his balls jiggled against her buttocks. "Oh, ah, yes baby, yes, that's the way. Oh, fuck it!"
The super sensations that surged through his body had him turned on all the way and then some.
"Oh that's how I like it," he panted. "Yes baby, yes. Now you're fucking."
He went on stabbing it to her as she continued giving him the alternating current action.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly, "I made it. I'm juicing."
"I am too," she told him, as the white spray shot into her pussy merging with his juice.
Now he was sliding away in a well lubricated hole.
"Fuck me," he said enthusiastically. "Fuck me. Keep that up baby, faster. Faster. Yes, fuck, fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck."
Harder and hotter the wild action continued. As the penis continued stabbing away he got more and more excited.
"Fuck," he gasped excitedly, "fuck baby, fuck.",
The pleasure was mounting every moment to the point where he could hardly stand it.
"Oh yes baby, yes," he sighed enthusiastically. "I like it. That's what I need. Come on baby, fuck it."
The sensations that he was enjoying at this point had him stimulated. Even though he was being paid to perform he would have fucked her tight pussy gratis.
"Let me finish it," he said. "There's a little more juice in there. Squeeze it with your pussy baby."
She squeezed it and suddenly the juice erupted.
"Oh yes baby," he gasped. "That's it. Oh baby, that's beautiful."
As the pussy juice flooded her she was really stimulated.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "You don't know how great that is. Oh yes, baby, that's beautiful."
The fantastic pleasure that they were enjoying at this point really got to them both.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "you should be in the business."
"Business?" she smiled up at him.
"Yes," he flashed her a knowing grin. "The fucking business."
As he withdrew his rock hard cock from her vagina he flipped over on his backside and lay there.
"What on earth did you do before you began working at that nude bar?" she asked, eager to know something of Ron's background.
"Oh a lot of things," he said. "For one thing, I was a law student."
"A law student?" she said. "And now you're working in a place like that?"
"I flunked out," he said sadly. "I didn't make it."
"But surely you could have gotten something better than this," she said.
"I figured after wasting all of those years," he said "and the big job never came, that the smart thing for me to do, was to play it cool."
"And you consider this playing it cool?" she demanded. "Running around bareass naked and fucking women who are hard up for sex?"
"I'm providing a needed service," he argued logically like a lawyer would. "What's wrong with that?"
"I didn't say anything was wrong with it," she laughed. "If I thought it was so wrong I wouldn't be buying your body."
"Well then quit knocking it," he said.
"I'm not knocking it or you," she insisted, "but it's just that I can see you accomplishing so-much more. Can't you understand that?"
"No," he said. "I don't see it that way at all. It's a screwed up world, baby, and so many people are fucked up these days that there's no one honest lawyer is going to save them or save the world. I've found that out."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," she said. "You sound like a drop-out."
"A hypocrisy drop-out," she insisted, "I tell it like it as it is and fuck it as I find it."
"Are you kept busy?" she asked.
"Sure I am," he said, "a lot of broads come over here who need a good fuck."
"And you were born for this, weren't you?" she asked sarcastically.
"You have a mean nasty tongue," he said. "You like to gouge into a man. You know that's why I'm not married. I don't care to have any woman knock me. If you want to knock some other lover, o.k. I'm not going to stay around here for your insults. Got that?"
"Got you," she said. "Oh I've got you fine. I've got your number. You are number seven come eleven and you think you're Mister Lucky. But you're not. You're Mister Weak Knees. You're afraid. You're afraid to go out and face life and grab what you want. Instead you will settle for the husk. You're lost in lust, booze and your illusion land. But you couldn't trade it for anything, because you live an illusion. You lost your illusion. So far be it from me to try to stop you. First place, I couldn't. Second place I wouldn't."
"That's nice," he smiled sarcastically. "I come here to give you a good time and what do you do? You give me a rough time!"
"Do I really?" she smiled, as if she had achieved something.
"Wipe that smile off your face," he said, "I'm sick and tired of that smile."
"What does this certain smile bother you?" she demanded.
"It reminds me of a girl I broke off with," he told her. "She was a sickening piece of ass. I was so glad to get. rid of her and I vowed I never would get tangled up with any dame like that again. Then you come along."
"Business is business," she laughed coyly.
"Yes," he said, "and a mean woman is a mean woman."
"Now I like that," she said, "You're probably expecting plenty of money for this fuck. Incidentally mentioning money, what is your price?"
"It's going to be a little more for all of your bitching," he said angrily. "It's a hundred bucks."
"A hundred bucks," she exclaimed. "Oh Lord, you do live in illusion land. I couldn't give you that much if I wanted to."
"Well that's too bad, because I think I'm worth that much."
"I'm not denying you're worth that much," she explained, "it's just that I don't have that much."
"Alright," he said, "how much do you have?"
"Twenty-five dollars," she said quietly.
"Twenty-five dollars," he said. "With inflation and everything, tint's awful."
"I'm sorry," she said, "maybe you'll figure you had a bad night, but that's all that I've got. We should have figured the price before we began."
Then he looked at the ring on Susan's finger.
"Well that sparkler that you're wearing, honey," he said, "I figured you were worth at least a hundred bucks."
"Don't let that ring fool you," she said. "It's a simulated diamond. It isn't the real thing."
"My gosh," he exclaimed, "they make those imitations so close to the genuine, that I can hardly tell the difference."
"Isn't that too bad," she laughed.
"I would say it is," he told her.
She was getting more and more disturbed about him as she thought about the problems.
"Now sweetheart," he smiled at her, "I've got to tell you a couple of things. Right off I want you to know one thing for sure. If I had my way, I might do it free, but I have to make a living. I've got my wife and kids to support."
"You mean you've got a wife and kids and you're running around that bar nude?"
"Don't get uptight about it," he reminded her. "There are plenty of cocktail waitresses who are cockteasers. These women are fucking up a storm and they're married."
"Well I guess that's the truth," she admitted. "When you look at it from that light it does make a difference."
"Certainly it does," he said.
It was becoming perfectly obvious to her that there wasn't a thing that she could do about his attitude and it was getting her disgusted.
"I want to tell you something," she said, "this is my first experience buying a man, and it will be my last."
"What do you do for a living?" he asked her.
"I'm a teacher," she said. "What's it to you?"
"Do you fuck the good studs in your class?" he asked evenly.
"Why do you ask me such a thing?" she demanded, guilt surfacing now.
"Because," he said, "it's quite obvious to me that you are an oversexed dame."
"Does it show that bad?" she asked.
"Yes it does," he said, "I think that you are a nymphomaniac."
"What makes you say that?" she asked.
"Oh the way you blew me," he said narrowing his eyes. "A dame who is real nympho does things in a weirdo way. It was obvious to me that you really dig giving blow jobs."
"That I do," she agreed, "but I didn't know there was a way of doing it that determined whether or not you were a nymphomaniac."
"Well it's my own rule of thumb," Ron admitted.
"Well I'm glad it's not a scientific fact," she said. "There is a difference you know."
"Of course I know the difference," he said. "What kind of a dodo bird do you take me for?"
"You want me to answer that?" she smiled.
"No," he said, "I just want my twenty-five bucks. I'll just write it off as a loss."
"I hope your wife is warm," she said. "Alone in bed she might be cool. You'd better hurry home and heat her up."
"Don't worry about my wife," he chuckled. "She's probably got some beach boy giving her nine inches."
"Don't you feel awful about it?" she demanded.
"Why should I?" he said. "She gets her price. Those beach boys pay good for her body. She's a gorgeous woman."
"But I would think with children and all she'd have lost her figure."
"Well for your information she hasn't. She took care of herself and took a lot of exercising after she had the children and she has retained a good tight body."
"Then you should be jealous," she said, arguing with him.
"Of what?" he said. "Of my wife's pussy?"
"Of course," she said. "I think it is terrible that you would ever get involved with a situation like that."
"Forget it," he laughed. "Jealousy is a bad emotion. It's a dangerous emotion. I won't have anything to do with jealousy."
"I wouldn't either if I were you," she smiled, "it is a negative emotion."
She was discovering a new lifestyle as she went to her purse and got him the money.
"I'm going to tuck in ten too," she said. "I want you to have a little more."
"Thank you love," he said. "I appreciate it."
"Good," she said. "I'm so glad you do. The next time I'm not going to wear that phony diamond ring. I can see it gave you a lot of wrong ideas."
"That would be a good idea honey," he said, "especially if you're picking up stud meat. You see all of us men have to gauge what we can charge, and I calculate my cock is worth a hundred a night. Now that's all night of course."
She looked at him startled.
"Well if you're staying with me only part of the night," she said, "actually I'm giving you about what you deserve. Because you'll probably go out and hustle up another pussy to love."
"Why not," he chuckled, "the night is young. I'll just go down to some bar and find me a good piece of pussy. One that is willing to pay a price. And this time I'll see to it there's no misunderstanding."
She was becoming more and more perturbed about the situation as it was developing. However, she had made up her mind that there was only one thing that mattered at this point. Her own personal sexual satisfaction and she was thankful that she had obtained satisfaction.
As he left she had time to do a lot of thinking. Time that was ill spent. She looked out at the moonlight and saw a couple swimming in the pool. She wished that she had someone she could swim in the pool with, by moonlight at midnight.