This is the end of a series. Without reading Chapters 4 and 5, it might not make much sense, given Ginny's experiences while on vacation. Don't forget to vote for each and send feedback!
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I slept apart from JJ and Luala the night after my gang bang in Lulu's poolroom, afraid that I might spread some awful tropical disease if I let down my guard and had sex with them. Instead, I lay awake in the other room and heard their passionate whimpers and groans as they found their pleasure without me. When I finally fell asleep, my dreams were filled with awful images of me being raped to nearly to death by an endless procession of evil, gold-toothed island demons...all with lumpy, green-colored faces. They were reflections of the day's reality...except for the elements of rape and death. Though drunk, I'd been quite willing to take on all those men and had been driven crazy by fucking them in public, thinking that I'd die from pleasure by doing it in front of so many others. I tossed and turned continually during my dreams, and awoke in the morning with wet fingers in my crotch and a sore rectum from the previous afternoon's repeated, brutal use of my ass.
I was up early, though, and fixed us all breakfast, much to the surprise of JJ and Luala, to whom I didn't reveal the bawdy secrets of the previous day. Both of them looked so
clean
compared to the way I felt, and were a most unlikely pairing...a handsome, mid-50s, mature white man and a gorgeous, late teen, Asian island girl. They both ate ravenously, replenishing what I knew was exhausted sexual energy leached from their bodies during the night...in JJ's case with the help of Viagra. As we finished our meal, I was reflecting on the way we'd live together in our California house, after Luala returned with us to enter the university.
But that thought was interrupted as my attendant, Muana, stuck her head in the front door and announced, "Phone call, Ginny!"
I'd thrown on a pair of shorts and a crop top after my morning shower, and raced to the enclosure housing the village phone lines. "Ginny?" said Nick's deep, sexy tones on the other end. "I got the results of your tests, and..."
"Yeah, Nick!" I gasped, as my vitals froze, anticipating the worst...contracting a sexual disease from my one-woman orgy of the day before at Lulu's.
"You're clean...everything's negative," he said. "But, the doc suggests that you continue with the antibiotics 'til you get home and get re-tested there, just in case."
"Thank Gawd," I muttered, clutching at my hammering heart. In a few moments I uttered, "Nick. Nick! I'm so grateful! I've been such a fool! How can I ever thank you! Will I see you before we leave? We're flying out Sunday night!"
"Expect a miracle, Ginny," he said, in the most reassuring tones I'd ever heard. Jeezus! One sound of this guy's voice and I'd follow him anywhere! I thought. "If you don't see me, I'll call when I get to the mainland. I get to the States once or twice a year."
"The college has JJ's contact info!" I bleated. "Please don't forget...and...Nick...thanks again, so much!"
"Sure, Ginny...my pleasure...buh-bye," and the line clicked off.
For some reason, tears were forming in my eyes as I replaced the receiver. I hurt deeply in my lower belly, from an unlikely longing that I hadn't felt in years...since JJ and I had first begun our affair and I'd been unable to have him all the time. I'd really been impressed with Nick and had thought of him since I'd awakened. But I collected myself, threw my shoulders back, and walked back to our vacation bungalow, telling myself to stop acting like a schoolgirl.
Anu, the Chief's son, was standing outside the entrance, waiting for me. I hadn't seen him for more than two minutes since our feverish few days of fucking days before. "You go...'Mer-kuh," he mumbled, piercing deeply into my soul with his eyes. "Come back?" he asked. "Be Queen?"
"Oh, Anu...I'm not worthy," I gasped, at which he looked at me quizzically, not understanding. We dropped down to sit on the hut's elevated lanai for a half-hour, with me doing most of the talking. At the end, I said, "I'll always remember you...feel you...but...," and I grasped his hand. I held his arm next to mine, thinking that our different skin colors might be the easiest way to explain my spurning of his love. Though I'd gotten a deep tan, the contrast in color was striking, given his rich, dark brown body. "My people need me," I said, pointing to my forearm, "...and your people need you," I continued, pointing to his. Then I placed my hand over my heart for a moment and touched my fingers lightly to his lips.
Anu looked down, squeezed his eyes closed for a moment, seeming to stifle a tear, and looked back at me with moist eyes. "I give you...me," he said, and handed me an oblong package, wrapped in the broad leaf of a jungle plant. I opened it and was stunned. It was a long piece of polished, purple mahogany, meticulously hand-carved, of his erect cock and balls, complete with ringlets of pubic hair. Even the foreskin behind the head looked so lifelike that I wanted to put it in my mouth. It was a perfect rendering of his princely sexual package, and I immediately moistened. He'd carved it for me! And, though we were sitting on the front porch, I stifled an impulse to throw myself on him and fuck ourselves to orgasm in front of our village neighbors.
Re-wrapping the beautiful object, I held it to my bosom and murmured, "I'll cherish your gift always," and once again touched his lips with my fingers.
With that, he rose, gathered himself, and said, "I go...build canoe," and strode toward the beach, out of my life, probably forever.
I was shaken as I walked inside, past JJ and Luala, and flopped down on the bed in the second room, my eyes once again leaking tears as I clutched Anu's hardwood dildo. This was
not
going to be a good day, I thought. All of my indiscretions seemed to be catching up with me at once. And, sure enough – as if I'd predicted it – around mid-morning I heard the unmistakable sounds of Sam's motorcycle outside our bungalow. "JJ!" I yelled to my father-in-law in the next room, who was editing dirty fuck pictures of me on his laptop, "I'm in miserable shape and will need your support with Sam!" I got up slowly, wondering why I'd been born, and walked out front to talk with the young island stud who'd gotten drunk and left me at the mercy of the rapacious gang of truck drivers at Lulu's bar the day before. As I passed JJ, I pleaded, "Close the porn film deal with Sam when I ask you to, okay? I need to talk with him first, uuh...personally."
"Sure, kiddo," he said.
"God, Ginny, I really fucked up. I'm so sorry," said Sam.
"That's okay, guy. I'm a big girl," I said, with bravado, though I felt angry with him, especially since my ass hurt as much as my pride. I'd lost count of how many times I'd been viciously sodomized by his acquaintances, the crew of native truck drivers who worked in the
kava
fields.
"Yeah, but, I wanna make it up ta ya...".
"Sam!" I interrupted. "What's between us from now on is strictly business...the porno film business. JJ will explain it all to you. Right now I've got stuff to do...with Andi an'...JJ!" I called out.
JJ ambled outside and I said to him, "Explain our film deal to Sam, will you? I've gotta, uuh...get ready for tonight." Turning again to Sam, I said, perhaps more curtly than I should have, "We'll see you tomorrow afternoon...
if
you're driving us to the airport. If you're not, I'll e-mail you at the college, okay? I gave him a quick, sisterly hug, a passionless kiss on the lips, and said, "See ya!"
I walked back inside, trembling, then continued out the back door to the outdoor toilet, and felt like I was going to vomit my breakfast into the bowl. Instead, I sat on it until my stomach spasms passed, and tried to piece together the conflicting events of the past couple of weeks. I peed finally and, as it made its
swishing
sound, I thought of the absurd way that my pussy had governed my behavior...not only during our vacation, but for years! Once I'd been thought of as intelligent, and I think JJ still considered me so. But, whenever I was away from him it seemed that my brains migrated to my cunt! I vowed at that moment that, once stateside, I'd see a therapist who specialized in sexual disorders. Seriously, I was in deep, obsessive trouble. As I wiped myself clean, I rationalized that such self-realizations as these were what vacations were all about.
Luala, Andi and I spent a few hours together, starting to weave together what I hoped would be a nurturing three-part relationship in our California home for the next few years. In late afternoon it became time for JJ and I to prepare for our evening dinner party. I then lost myself in one of the activities at which I seemed best...decorating my body for the ceaselessly horny male of the species. Luala helped me. JJ had told me she was already on the company payroll. Privately, I wondered how she justified in her mind being paid equal amounts to help me shower and brush my hair to a glittering sheen...and bring JJ – and sometimes me – to orgasm in the middle of the night. It was as if she were a "lady in waiting," as well as a nanny for my daughter, and a mistress for JJ. Was it
right
? I reflected. I didn't know. But, of course, I was a vulgar American, not a sophisticated Asian, and still had a lot to learn about such things.
JJ was familiar with fancy dinner parties. I was not, and as the day wore on I grew increasingly nervous. I decided to wear a rather formal looking, stretchy, dark blue knit dress, highlighted with strands of silver in the weave. It had full-length sleeves and a straight-cut neck at my throat. Its skirt was a wraparound type, starting underneath at my right hip, encircling me and fastening at the left hip, overlapping the opening completely. Below the waist, it clung revealingly to my bottom. Yet, only in the most revealing sitting position would my legs be exposed at all – unless I wanted them to be – in which case they could be revealed to my crotch. The designer garment made me feel very sexy underneath. It clung nicely to my upper body, emphasizing my breasts, yet – superficially – it was very modest and tasteful.
The back of the dress was a different story. Though it stopped in front at my throat, behind my shoulder line it scooped open widely to end in a vee just inches above my butt crack. In effect, then, most of my back – rather nicely-muscled and tanned if I must say so – was nude from shoulders to ass, even showing my gluteal dimples...which was why JJ had bought me the very revealing thing in the first place. In a deceptive attempt at camouflaging the fully open back, the designer had attached two narrow pieces of the dress's material at the front shoulder line, which could either be tied in a bow or trail down the back like streamers when I walked. All they did, of course, was draw more attention to the ample expanse of skin on my back. Moreover, wearing panties or a thong underneath would only show above the butt line, and invite clucking critical tongues, so I decided to go without underwear, including a bra, which would've thrown off my smooth torso line in any case. So, I figured that 2", black, ankle-strap heels – drawing attention to my small feet and nicely turned ankles – and dangling silver earrings would round out the ensemble. For everywhere but at the dinner table, I decided discreetly to wrap my shoulders and back with a navy blue-and-white flowered shawl that I'd bought in Honolulu.
JJ started to dress as I applied makeup in front of my mirror and said, "You'll be the belle of the ball tonight, babe!"
"I'm so nervous, JJ. I've never been to college. What do I say if some faculty member asks me something?" I was also afraid that news of my gang bang at Lulu's might have spread. Though I'd applied some healing ointment to my colon and rectum, I was constantly reminded of that public orgy since I was still very sensitive back there.
"Just be honest, Ginny. These are hardly Nobel Prize winners. Just give 'em your impressions of the island, talk about Andi, and our nice, conventional life."
"Yeah...our swinger's club, our adultery and incest, my group sex with a dozen village natives, and our plans for a porn business," I said, bitchily. I hadn't told him about the score of men I'd fucked and sucked in the poolroom's phone booth the day before.
"C'mon, babe, you look fabulous! You'll put every broad there to shame! Just...maybe a little more silver highlight on your dark blue eyelids...," he said, squinting and giving me a makeup tip.
"Goddammit, JJ! I can do this alone!" I barked, shrugging his hand from my shoulder. Jeezus! One thing I
