As dawn broke on the morning of the Islands open day Dave felt Ama shudder and come. He eased his head back from between her legs and savored the smell and taste of her wet African pussy.
His mouth had made love to many pussies in the dark that night without really seeing them. He had stroked them, smelt them, kissed them, nibbled them, licked them, fingered them and made love with his mouth to four different jet-black bodies in the dark.
Now in the early light his eyes caught a slash of color. "Beautiful," he gasped as drank in the sight of the shiny red puffy flesh of her inner pussy lips.
Last night he had been caught kissing Layla`s pussy by three of the other members of the African women's quintet. They had smothered him with kisses when he told them he loved eating pussy.
"The men of our Central African tribe would never kiss a woman's pussy. They say that the gods forbid it as unclean and demeaning to man." Layla had told him when he first kissed up between her legs.
Her colleagues had climbed up on the barge where he had Layla sprawled legs apart, moaning and crying for more. "Don't stop we're next," they whispered as they sat and watched.
Ama was the last. She lay nude on top of the open barge. The others were gathering their clothes on the beach. "That was the most marvelous night of my life," she groaned. "Now fuck me."
Dave was running his tongue over her clit, thinking whether they had time, when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
"Oh shit." he cried. "I'd love too but you know that today is the day we are open to the public. We are trying to convince them that my family is not a threat to society."
"This barge has been set up as a stage for invited performers like yourself to entertain." He laughed, "I do not think you and I should be the opening act. If we are, we may also be the closing act for my island family."
"You talk too much," she moaned as she kissed him.
Lisha threw their clothes up on the barge. "Get dressed," she ordered. Dave studied her as she stood and watched him pull his shorts up over his erection. She was the most striking woman he had ever seen. "Where did you get to last night? I was looking for you," he whispered.
She climbed down the ladder and stalked up the beach. "Were you now? I would have thought you would have been too busy to miss me."
Dave finished his breakfast as Matron her belly growing larger every day issued final instructions. Family members were rostered to meet each boat and offer guided tours of the island.
Dave and at least one of the wives would stay under the big Moreton Bay fig tree to answer questions. She smiled and stroked her belly when she told them that his pregnant wives would take turns to sit with him.
The public response was overwhelming. Ferry captains reported long queues waiting on the mainland. Church and sporting groups were sending out for more supplies as food stocks ran out.
The marquee in front of the fig tree was crowded with people when the official guests arrived. Nicki in a very brief mini skirt and an even smaller top escorted them from the boat.
Delfina and Lola hovered near by as the local Member of Parliament introduced Dave to the minister and his two young female advisors. "Can we interview you before you leave?" Lola asked politely. "I have a tape I want to give you."
Donna and Betsy introduced themselves to the Minister and the gathering as his wives. "We are the cause of the entire hubbub," Betsy cried as she held up her baby. "Donna and I were dumped by the bludgers who got us pregnant. Our parents didn't want to know us. We were in a hostel alone and miserable when we met him and Annabelle at the clinic."
"Dave took us in and gave us love and support. We set up this place on the island and he invited other sad and lonely people to join us. We are not sad and lonely any more. "Do you all sleep with him?" someone called.
"Yes we do," she answered defiantly. "Why wouldn't we. In fact why shouldn't we. He is a wonderful lover. We are young we have needs just like you. No one forces us into his bed in fact we fight to get there. If that is bad in your eyes, so be it. But don't destroy this haven because of your prejudices." The crowd broke into applause. Dave noticed that the minister's advisors joined in.
The states attorney general was a surprise visitor just as the VIPs sat down to lunch. He spent some time with Lola before joining them at the table. His ministerial colleague having noted the discussion called, "very interesting." He replied, "Yes it is. I will take it further."
"Everything that happens today will play second fiddle to that exchange," Matron said as they walked away from the lunch. "He is the states top law officer. If he uses his officers and the support of a few of his ministerial colleagues to force a Royal Commission, the Premier will be in real trouble. He will be too busy to worry about you and your island if he faces corruption charges."
She pointed to the two young Ministerial advisors, "Spend a bit of time with them, they will be called upon to help him make a decision." Dave looked over at the two women they were talking to Ruby. "I'll let Ruby entertain them," he groaned "I'm off to have a camp on the house boat. No one will think to look for me there."
Dave woke with a start. The door to his cabin swung open and two tall slim brunettes stepped inside. They signaled to Dave to be quiet as they closed and locked the door. "You don't know us," one said "and we are not going to tell you our names. We have heard all the stories about you and we want to find out if what they say is true."
He sat up and started to speak. The oldest one stopped him "Don't worry love we're both married so we won't tell. This afternoon will just be between us three." They pushed him back on the bed and started to remove his shorts. "Bloody hell I ought to at least know your names," he gasped. "Call us Jo and Flo; I'm Flo," the more talkative one whispered.
"Nice equipment," Flo whispered as she dropped to her knees beside the bed and kissed his erect cock. Jo cried, "You're a bitch I wanted to do that." She licked her lips as she watched Flo`s head bob up and down. "Hurry up," she moaned.
Dave studied Jo as she moved to the side of the bed. At first sight she was top heavy her large breasts out of proportion to the rest of her body. She leant over her heavy breasts touching his arm as she proceeded to kiss him. He loved her kiss enjoying the way her teeth nibbled and bit his lips. He relaxed enjoying the sensations as he felt her fingers run lightly over his chest.
Dave woke from a near dream state when she pinched and pulled his nipples.
He shuddered; he had found in the past that his nipples were very sensitive. He knew from experience that if she kept that up he would not last another minute. He pushed her away "get those clothes off," he groaned. "Let me see you."
She stood and dropped her skirt then hooked her fingers in the top of her tiny black French knickers. She looked to see if he was watching and ran her tongue over her luscious red lips as she wriggled her hips and slid her knickers down before kicking them away.
She stood legs apart her hands on her hips and waited. Dave did not disappoint her. He slid over to the edge of the bed and ran his hands over the cheeks of her arse. "Beautiful," he whispered as he spotted a shiny wet patch amongst her pussy hairs.
Jo gasped when he ran his fingers up and down the crack of her arse and tentatively pushed against the tight dry hole. She had never done anything like this before. They had come over to the island on her husband's boat and spent the morning under the marquee.
They drank and ate seafood as they listened to Dave's wives tell stories about Dave and their island hideaway. When the men wanted to leave and go fishing, they decided to stay and catch the ferry home.
Flo had first broached the idea of calling on Dave as soon as their husbands left. "Wouldn't it be great to have him in your bed," she said as they bought more drinks. They had laughed and joked at the idea of sharing him for an afternoon never dreaming that they would even get an opportunity.
