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"Now this is the true Polynesian Passion, isn't it, Shelly?"

"You said it," Shelly replied, taking a long drink. "Makes me tingle all over."

"Me, too," Pam agreed, "And I'm already so turned on from the entertainment I can't stand it.

Her eyes turned and gazed at Kapuna, who was eyeing Shelly as he ate a piece of melon. She noticed the distraction in his eyes as he looked up smiling, waving one hand in a semi gesture. She turned to see Phillip walking slowly into the village, dressed in what seemed to be a robe of some kind. He nodded at everyone and immediately took his place next to Kapuna.

"I trust you've had a relaxing day, my friend," Kapuna said, placing his hand on Phillips shoulder.

"Quite, thank you. I was by the ruins earlier. Seems the little animals have turned them into a regular hotel. It's really beautiful."

Pam stared at Phillips expression, which was one of total peacefulness. He had a gentle face, good features, and an air about him that blended perfectly with the surroundings. He spoke in low tones to Kapuna for a moment, and then commenced to begin enjoying the feast.

Kapuna looked at Shelly, who was sitting across from him, and gazed deeply into her eyes. She felt her blood turn into liquid fire and pump wildly through her veins. "Is everything to your liking, Shelly?" he asked in his deep resonant voice, calling her by name for the first time.

She felt her brain whirl and answered somewhat shakily, never taking her eyes from his, "Yes, very much to my liking."

Ted and Pete were attended on either side by a shapely, gorgeous island beauty, who kept stuffing food in their mouths and offering them drinks while they giggled and chatted excitedly. They spoke little English, but Pete and Ted understood them perfectly.

The luau lasted for hours and when it finally began to slow down, the sun was already lowering in the western sky. Pam felt in a rare state of euphoria. The local drink has made her feel relaxed and happy, and she was full of the delicious food.

She gazed serenely at the beauty around her. A soft breeze blew gently through the trees, fragrant odors filled the air, music floated languidly about her, and in the distance she heard the lazy roll of the surf.

Couples began pairing off and walking away hand in hand. Kapuna looked at Shelly, and standing up, motioned for her to.follow. She got up and followed him as though she were in a trance. Turning briefly, she saw Ted and Pete, their arms around the young beauties who were still feeding them.

Pam shot a quick smile to Shelly as she walked off with the chief's son. She noticed that the chief and Phillip were engaged in conversation, laughing and drinking, while Phillip politely declined invitations from various island women. She felt her body tremble as she studied this unique individual, and thought to herself how enjoyable it would be to bed down with him. She looked at the activities Ted and Pete were involved in, smiling to herself, knowing some lucky villager would be getting the treat of her life getting fucked by either of the young men.

At that moment, Phillip excused himself and began walking towards the beach. Pam jumped up and spoke. "Excuse me Phillip, would you mind some company?"

"Not at all," he replied in a soft tone.

Pam and Phillip followed a fragrant, flower filled path that led from the village.

"I'll show you some of this beautiful island," he told her. "I'll give you a personal guided tour."

"I'd like that very much," she said, looking up at him and smiling. "Your island is beautiful, all right. It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

"Wakaui would be very pleased to hear you say that. I myself couldn't agree with you more," he said. "That's why I've chosen this place to live."

"My name is Pam," she said with a tone of anticipation. "We were never properly introduced."

"Well, Pam, now we can communicate on a more informal level," he said.

They walked along side by side; their bodies touching at times. Phillip pointed out places that were significant to him, and asked Pam personal questions about herself.

"What's your last name?" she inquired.

"Downey," he answered. "I'm not much for last names, and here they're totally unnecessary. But if you have to have one, that's mine. And yours?"

"Thompson. Pam Thompson. I guess I'm just used to being places where everyone is expected to know everyone's full name."

He took her hand as they strolled along the beach, kicking at the sand and wading ankle-deep in the low surf. They walked further and then he led her inland along a small path, heavy with low growth and lush vegetation. It was dusk, and the night was beautiful, once again filled with the sounds of the jungle inhabitants.

"There's nothing out here that can hurt us, is there?" she asked.

"No, just little creatures, beautiful birds and nature's wonders."

"You're a real nature freak, aren't you?" she asked, hoping that what she said would not be taken offensively.

"Yes, very much so," he replied. "It's all free, and I believe that it's the only honest thing there is."

"How long have you been away from the mainland?" she inquired.

"For nearly fifteen years," he said. "I left and traveled Europe for awhile, then island jumped for the remainder."

"Do you mind me asking how old you are?" she asked, looking at him questioningly.

"Not at all. I've just reached the magic number forty. But I think age is totally insignificant."

They continued their walk through the jungle, chatting, until they came upon a clearing surrounded by huge trees. Phillip walked over to a fallen tree and sat down. She studied his face as he surveyed the area, gazing up, and then down again. "Do you come here often?" she asked. "Sometimes," he said. "It's kind of sacred ground you might say. Most of the time I spend my days either helping out in the village or simply resting at my nest in the hills."

"I'd like to see your nest," she said, smiling at her usual coy manner.

"You may, if you'd like to. But first, I'd like to show you something." He got up, took her by the hand, and walked through the clearing to where a statue was placed. "If I didn't know better," she said, "I'd say that looks like a man's organ."

"It is," he replied. "It's a fertility rock. There are a few scattered in various sections of the island. They're stones which mark the ritual place of early Hawaiian women who made offerings to the rock to achieve fertility."

She looked at the stone carefully. It was at least six feet in length, and it was in the form of an erect penis and testicles. "God, can you imagine the size of the guy that could support that!"

"I take it you're very interested in cocks," he said.

"You could say that," she replied, gazing at the wondrous rock which stood before her.

"There's more to life than simply fucking, Pam. To truly experience sex to its fullest, you have to have an understanding of your own body."

"I know my body pretty well," she said laughingly.

"Show me," he said. "Sit on the rock and explore your body. I know that you're in the mood. I was observing you during the feast. You're a very sensuous woman and react sexually to the slightest motives." He motioned for her to straddle the giant penis, and after stripping, she reluctantly did as he instructed. "Don't let the fact that you're being observed bother you. Non-inhibition is the key. Just let your fantasies carry you away, just as if you were in the privacy of your own place."

As she mounted the stone, she felt the surge of cold rock beneath her. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, her ass and thighs clinging tightly to the massive circumference of the stone penis. She placed her feet on each of the round, stone testicles, giving herself the balance she needed as she leaned backwards. She placed one hand behind her, and with the other, played with the curly bush between her legs. She rubbed up and down the lips of her cunt, feeling the lips begin to react and swell to her caressing motions. She inserted both her thumb and forefinger in her slit, and contacting with her clit, rubbed it between them.