Jack Robbins - Roamin Sex Games

He escorted the two couples to a neat row of huts sitting a little apart from the others. They were the guest huts, he explained. He assigned a but to each of them and told them to make themselves comfortable, then he departed.

Pam walked into her but and looked around. It was sparsely furnished with a bed in one corner, a table with a cracked mirror above it in another corner, and a couple of thatched chairs. She tried the bed and found it to be quite comfortable. She closed her eyes and imagined the village-dwelling American she'd seen earlier. She pictured him lying there beside her, his arms around her, and a tingle went through her body. While she was lying there relaxing and daydreaming, she heard a loud commotion in the village. She got up off the bed and looked out the window. Where she could see the ocean through the trees, she saw the canoes returning. The children of the village were running down to the shore to meet them. She went outside and hurried toward the beach to watch.

As the canoes rode in on the tide, several men jumped out into the shallow water and guided them into the beach. When all the canoes were in, the children crowded around the men chattering excitedly and asking questions. Pam stood a short distance away observing, her eyes closely watching the movements of the men.

Kapuna saw Pam and waved to her, walking to where she was standing. He smiled broadly and said, "Well, we finally made it back."

"You made good time, considering you were depending on muscle power alone," she replied.

"Yes, I guess we did," he agreed. "My men are very good with the oars, but nothing to compare with the powerful engine of your big cabin cruiser."

"I'm so happy that it's operating again," she said. "We can't ever thank you enough for what you've done."

"We are very happy to help."

Together they walked to the village and Kapuna escorted her to her hut. When they reached the hut, he paused a moment and inquired, "Pam, what's your girlfriend like?"

"Shelly? She's really something," she said in a carefree tone. "Why, you like her?"

"I find her quite beautiful. Don't misunderstand me, you, too are most beautiful, but I've noticed that you have your eye on my brother Phillip."

"Your brother?" she questioned. "I thought he was American."

"He is, but to me, he's my brother. You see, Phillip came to this part of the island three years ago, with me. I'd been going to college near Hawaii, and after deciding I wanted to live once again with my people, I decided to quit school and do a bit of island hopping before returning home. I met Phillip on Maui. He was living in a valley with wild goats, no people. I found it interesting that an American could enjoy living off the land like he was doing."

"He sounds like quite the Bohemian. Please go on. This is becoming more interesting," she said.

"Well," Kapuna said, taking a breath, "we struck up an immediate friendship and traveled together for a month until I asked him if he'd enjoy living at the village with me. He said yes, my people took him in as one of their own, and the rest you can see for yourself."

"Does he speak the language well?" she asked. "Your language, that is."

"Yes, but Phillip doesn't speak much at all." Kapuna said.

"With the exception of this morning, I haven't seen him around," she said.

"He spends most of his time walking in the jungle or just sitting by the sea meditating," Kapuna told her. "But don't worry, you'll get a chance to meet him at the feast later on."

"I hope so," she said enthusiastically.

"But back to my original question. How attached is Shelly to the man she's with?" Kapuna asked.

"Believe me, Kapuna, she's not too attached to not be ink in you," Pam answered with a smile that stretched from side to side.

"That's most reassuring," he said. "'Thank you."

Kapuna excused himself and left her at the door, promising to see her later. Pam went inside the but and stood looking out a window at the bustle of activity in the village. People scurried about making preparations. The mouth-watering odor of cooking food floated on the air and a general feeling of excitement filled the surroundings.

A young boy came to the door of Pam's but and said, "You come now, Chief ready." Then he went to the other guest huts and summoned the others, and together they followed him to a large clearing at the edge of the village. All the villagers were assembled around the clearing. On a raised platform sat the chief and Kapuna. They stood when they saw the guests arriving. The chief motioned for them to join him, and they mounted the platform.

"You come now," the chief said, "we entertain you."

The chief clapped his hands and the festivities began. The first event was a race run by the young boys of the village. The people clapped and cheered, encouraging their favorite runner to victory. When it was over, the winner came and knelt before the chief, who put a crown of woven palm fronds on his head. The boy smiled broadly at the chief, looked self-consciously at the others, and got up to join the losers. Next, several wrestling matches took place, pitting together the biggest and strongest men of the village. Pam watched intently, her eyes closely following every move of -the superbly built, bronzed bodies and their display of brute masculine strength. Each winner of the wrestling exhibition came, as the winner of the race had done, and knelt before the chief to be crowned the victor. Each winner smiled and bowed to the guests and went to join the other villagers to watch the rest of the entertainment.

The beat of the drums began, their pounding rhythms spreading through the village, and into the clearing came a dozen or more of the island's loveliest young girls to perform the hip',-wiggling, graceful dance of the islands. As they moved in the rapid, undulating movements, Shelly turned to look at Kapuna. He was gazing at the young beauties, his eyes riveted to their swiveling hips as though he was hypnotized. Pete and Ted had the same looks on their faces.

The young girls finished, and in their places came an equal number of young men to entertain with the exciting fire dance. Each of them held lighted torches which they twirled dangerously above their heads, in front of them, behind them, and between their legs. Pam felt her breath catch several times as the flaming batons whirled faster and faster, narrowly missing the bare skin of the dancers. When they were through, she joined the others in a wild ovation to all participants.

As a finale to the entertainment, the young girls and young men united in another hip-wiggling, sensuous dance, accompanied by the hypnotic, ever-increasing rhythm of the drums.

As Pam watched their graceful, beautiful bodies come closer and closer together, she felt herself caught up in the excitement. She ran her tongue wetly across her lips and pressed her thighs tightly together. The beat of the drums penetrated her body, igniting a fire deep within her, and when the dancers finished their sensuous movements, she felt stimulated and aroused. She joined in the applause and found that her nipples were taut and tingling.

The chief got up and announced that the feast was ready. The villagers cheered and followed him to the place where the luau was spread. When Pam stood up she felt slightly dizzy and her crotch was hot and sticky. She took Pete's arm and together they followed the others to the feast.

What looked like acres of food was spread on the ground on long, colorful cloths. The chief sat down first, then Kapuna, then the guests who were seated near the chief. When they were seated, the rest of the islanders sat down and the feast began. Pam looked in amazement at the amount and' variety of food spread before her. Great slabs of meat, whole birds, exotic vegetables, bushels of fruit, and gallons of the native drink to wash it down with. She took a sip of the potent liquid and looked across at Shelly.