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A vacation is Hawaii is the best way to spend your time, it’s hot there and the babes are hot, and for sure you can get one for your dick.

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I went to Hawaii last summer. I rented a small bungalow not far from Honolulu, as I didn’t have enough money to live in a hotel. I went to Hawaii after visiting Australia, New Zealand and Samoa Islands, so it’s not difficult to guess that I was short of money and had to control my expenses.

I met a wonderful girl from Oahu island. She accompanied me during my excursions to many smaller islands of the archipelago. We went to Kauai, Molokai, Maui, and Lanai. We were parting at night carnivals held by locals. Professional dancers took part in performances. We spent hours sitting on the beach listening to beautiful sounds of romantic songs about love, tenderness, beauty, and strength.

A beautiful girl by my side, scent of flowers and high palm trees above breathing warm breeze on my face, swaying up in the sky. That’s how I spent some of the most wonderful nights in my life.

Soon I met even a more beautiful and sexy girl. Her name was Omata. I gave her my phone number, and – it was a miracle! – she called me in the evening and after my persuading her to come over to my place, I saw her in the door way of my bungalow.

We were swimming and lying in the fading sun, kissing. It was all, actually. When the night covered the island and we returned to the bungalow, Omata made dinner for us. I had a lot of different things in my big fridge, including spirits. Anyway, soon we were right in the most suitable condition for the situation. As far as I know from my own experience, girls from southern islands of the Pacific don’t need alcohol to get hot, they’re very vehement themselves.

We were making love all night long. Everything was great. Her kisses and favorite incredible positions were terrific. The night passes by so fast. When she was leaving she told me she would be able to see me only in three days, as she would be extremely busy those days. I decided not to ask what she would be doing. I spent half of the day sleeping, a phone call woke me up then.

It was Mr. Bange. I met him on the beach and we’d already spent some time together drinking rum in the nearest bar. He was American and had huge plantations over there, he was apparently very rich. He asked me if I wanted to visit his bungalow that evening. There was gonna be a great spree there. OK, why not. So I was standing in front of his big bungalow at about 8 o’clock. The windows overlooked the beach. I saw him in the doorway. He invited me in the way rich people invite you, they do it in a special way, haven’t you noticed? He offered me a seat and asked to sit there all alone for a while. He was waiting for a girl he wanted me to meet. I didn’t have to wait for long. I saw a girl’s figure in the doorway in a couple of minutes. Imagine my surprise (which I tried to hide, of course) when I saw that the girl was my Omata! We pretended we’d never met before. Although I noticed that meeting me at Bange’s place wasn’t pleasant for her. So, after all, she turned out to be a prostitute.

-Omata, will you show us your hot dances after dinner? – I heard Bange say.

The dinner was great, we were drinking fizz, whisky. Omata was very cheerful, unlike that time in my bungalow. I figured out it wasn’t her first visit to Bange’s place. I also noticed Bange give her a small silver box that reminded me a cigarette pack.

-Omata is a great dancer, I pay her for it. – Bange said, looking at me.

I couldn’t help asking about the sum of money in the box. Omata told me later that she earned 300 dollars that night. Bange was interested if I liked Omata. I said I did, of course. I wasn’t lying, it was truth, as I already had a chance to explore her slender body the night before.

Omata wasn’t present during our talk. In about five minutes I saw a secret door open. It was Omata. She was dressed as a Polynesian dancer: she had coral beads, her black hair was entwined with flowers, there was a mat belt over her hips, and wreath of leaves was covering her big breasts. Bange turned on the music, and Omata began dancing. It wasn’t a rousing dance. Her movements were very graceful and sensual.

Bange filled our glasses with champagne. I had drunk enough by that time, and was rather tipsy. But on the other hand, I was in high spirits. We were sitting in huge armchairs, watching Omata’s movements. My dick (I felt it suddenly) was getting harder, her dance was very arousing. When Omata was dancing with her back at me, I was looking at her tanned skin. I couldn’t help admiring it. Long nails of her fingers were covered by silver nail polish. Her fingers were like living creatures with their own story. They were also very flexible, I first noticed it during that night in my bungalow.

I saw a smile on her lips. I saw her snow white teeth.

-She’s gorgeous, don’t you think? – Bange broke the silence.

-Yes, she’s wonderful, - I said absent-mindedly, I was still thinking back on the night of love we had.

In a couple of minutes Bange bent his head down to me and whispered:

-You should make love to her after such a dance…

It sounded like an order, rather then advice. “If he could only know,” I thought. Now and then Bange gave her a glass of fizz. She drank it at one gulp, still dancing. She came up to Bange and kissed him, then she kissed me. I heard her whisper: “Honey.”

I was aroused as never before. I wanted to hug and take her. She moved her leaf wreath to her back. Her big boobs were swaying catching the tempo of the dance. I desperately wanted to suck into her hard nipples that were like dark circles on her brown skin. Her movements were getting wilder and more rousing. Bange and I never stopped drinking. Mr. Bange was definitely drunk. Omata unfastened her belt, giving us a chance to enjoy her wonderful nude body. Her crotch was covered by black bush. I remembered how I had been licking it with my lips and tongue to get closer to her juices that were so tasty for me the night before.

She was swaying her hips like dancers usually do while belly dancing. Her belly was moving to and fro, faster and faster, her hands were pressing against her hips or got up to her knockers to caress them. She was imitating love movements so well that we both we short of breath looking at her. Now and then I saw her tongue between her lips, I knew what she wanted. Her hands were moving slowly as if they were fondling a dick. Then she suddenly tossed her head back and started moaning so loudly and passionately that I could no longer hear the music.

Now she was standing leaning against the bar. Her marvelous butt was moving as if pushing something. I can’t say for Bange, but as for me, she made my head feel dizzy. The only thing I could see and feel was her own desire. Her eyes became even darker, she was breathing heavily. Then she suddenly turned her face at me and cried out, moaning:

-Come to me, honey!

-Go and take her, please, - Bange was insistent.

I was all sweat, though there were two fans in the room. Does he really want me to fuck this girl in front of his eyes right here and right now??? I couldn’t even expect that, but I was so aroused that I threw off my clothes and pounced on Omata. She was standing with her legs spread wide. Several movements and my dick was in her wet cave. I missed it so much during the whole day!

I was fucking her intensively. She responded to my every thrust by moaning, crying and hoarse lustful shrieks. Her moaning mixed with mine filled the room, we could no longer hear the music. Omata turned to me. My cock got out of her hot vagina, but I entered her again immediately. This time I was ramming into her butt, the sensations were even better. Then I suddenly saw Mr. Bange. He was totally naked. As if being in a trance he came up to the bar and sat down on the stool. Omata’s hands were resting on the same stool too. In a moment Omata’s wet lips were already sucking into his thick knob, making him cry out in delight.

While I was fucking Omata from the rear, she was licking Bange’s huge hard dick. She definitely seemed to like it. We all were on the verge of cumming. We were moaning, crying, and groaning, floating in the waves of sheer delight. The scene was very arousing. Besides, we were all drunk on champagne. I was focused on the moment of ejaculating that seemed to be of top priority in my entire life.

When the game was over, we were sitting with our eyes closed. We were breathing heavily. We were still drifted in bliss. Omata was sitting between us, kissing us in turn. When Bange went out of the room, she pressed against my chest, kissing. She said something in bad English. I got she was apologizing for sleeping with Bange. He was paying her good money, that was all. I didn’t take her words too close to heart. She had been drinking much fizz too, and she was unlikely to understand the situation clearly. I was convinced she was involved in such kind of games rather often. She was a slut, anyway. She earned money by dancing nude.

We went to the bedroom. The bed was very large, it was from France. Omata was kissing my pecker, Bange was fucking her with his tongue. Omata was incredibly hot. She was like a wild cat. Our threesome was turning us on. It was something very special. I used to know women who were satisfied only if there were at least two men involved in sex games. Omata was surely one of the kind. She told me about it during our first night together. As for Bange, later I found out, it was his hobby to arrange parties and invite some twelve couples for them to make a good gangbang later in the night.

Omata told me about her two friends. Now and then all three of them had special sex games nights.

-Oh, they’re great fuckers! They’re just terrific! – She said, clicking her tongue with pleasure.

She told me the guys were gay. While one of them was fucking the other in the ass, the latter was licking Omata’s tasty cave, or gave her to suck his own dick. Or one of them was caressing her cunt, and his friend was fondling his cock.

-We’ve been practicing most incredible positions for nights! – Omata moaned, saying.

Her detailed stories turned us on again. I recovered consciousness only when my prick found itself in her soft and wet pussy. Her lips and tongue were working the host’s shaft. We all came simultaneously again. The more we fucked, the soberer we became. Bange suggested going to swim in the sea. OK. We ran out of the bungalow and dove into warm water. The water made us cooler, that’s for sure, but we were still very aroused.

Bange told me that sometimes he used stimulants. He was 50, and he couldn’t be as active as I was (I was 25 that time). All three of us were standing in the water. Its ripples were caressing our backs. Omata was fondling our stems till they were rocky hard again. We got back to bungalow. We were drinking champagne, eating something, frankly speaking, I don’t remember all the details, as I found them insignificant that time, I guess. I was concentrated on the game initiated by Omata.

She sat down on the chair, we were standing in front of her. Our dickheads were touching each other. Omata was caressing both of them at once. Her wide wet mouth was sliding along our gushing phalluses, licking the heads. She was sucking them in turn. I was so aroused that turned out to be the first to cum. Bange didn’t keep us waiting either. Omata was licking off our juices.

Omata left when it was dawn. We agreed to continue our love games at night. Omata said she would invite another girl to join us.

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One Response to “Omata”

1. Andrew Says:
   October 6th, 2007 at 6:29 am

   Rate 5, really fond of Hawaii babes, they are hot and have no shit in their mind

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