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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Honolulu, HA

“If everyone can please take their seats, we’ll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes,” Lynda stated over Air Force One’s intercom.

“I guess we have to get up,” I sighed to Mary.

She pouted, her green eyes shining up at me. “But I don’t want to.”

I smiled at her as we lay in bed in the small cabin that nestled in the tail of Air Force One. We spent the bulk of the six hour flight in here making love and enjoying each other’s company as we celebrated our first year of marriage. It still left me dazed that only a year ago we’d united our lives on the slopes of Mount Rainier. So much had happened: Brandon’s attack, the Fall of Seattle, the Wormwood Plague, the Patriots, and the birth of our beautiful daughter, Chasity.

It felt like we’d been married a lifetime. I knew Mary so well. My soulmate. My goddess.

We left our daughter Chase with the sluts and the bulk of our servants in Washington State. The only staff on the plane with us were a squad of bodyguards and the necessary personnel to pilot it. I wasn’t sure what awaited us in Hawaii. Mary had flown out several times with her father over the last month, all excited as she prepared a big surprise for our anniversary. She’d taken her father with her which meant she was binding people with the Zimmah spell.

Hopefully, some nubile, island girls.

No one could be trusted around us not bound to us by one of several spells. The Zimmah was the strongest. It protected thralls, people under our mind control, from being dominated by other forms of magic and then being used as weapons against us like my sister had been over a year ago.

“C’mon,” I said as I rose. “Let’s go find our seats.”

She just held out her arms to me as she lay on the bed, her auburn hair spread our around her flushed face. Her plump tits jiggled. I couldn’t resist her and scooped my wife up in my arms.

She threw her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into my throat. “I love it when you carry me. It makes me feel so cherished and protected. Safe in your arms.”

I kissed her forehead. I enjoyed carrying her, too. There was something sexy holding a naked, loving woman in your arms. “Than you better keep your girlish figure. As long your light and nubile, I don’t have a problem with it.”

She giggled. “That’s a pretty good incentive. I would hate to give this up!”

I carried her out of our cabin and into the plane proper. It had plump, leather seats with plenty of leg room. The President of the United States flew in a style that befit gods like us. I walked towards the front seat and set her down. She squirmed in it, her breasts jiggling as I took the one next to her. She snuggled up next to me. My arm went around her shoulders, her hair spilling over my sculpted chest. My nose filled with the coconut scent of her shampoo and the salty, sweet musk of our love making.

“You smell wonderful,” I whispered.

“You smell like sex,” she answered. “Wicked, naughty sex.”

“That’s because I spent the last few hours with a wicked and naughty filly.”

She arched an auburn eyebrow. “Only wicked and naughty?”

“And beautiful and loving,” I quickly added. “My goddess.”

She let out a happy sigh and gave me a deep, loving kiss. I savored the hot feel of her lips on mine. My dick ached. Despite cumming a lot, her pussy and asshole dripped with jizz, I could always enjoy more pleasure. I made a Pact with the Devil. Besides my mind-control powers, I had unlimited stamina.

Lynda and Joslyn, our sexy pilots, flew the plane as skillfully as ever. We touched down at Honolulu International Airport with a screech of tires and a roaring rumble as the plane slowed to a graceful stop. My excitement grew for Mary’s surprise as the plane taxied up to a waiting reception. Our flight attendants, the lovely Monique and Lize, opened the cabin door.

“Enjoy your vacation,” Lize purred, a saucy grin her lips, her slutty stewardess outfit leaving her busty breasts exposed, nipples hard.

“I plan on it,” I grinned as pulled her to my naked body and embraced her, savoring the pillowy delight of her tits against me.

Beside me, Mary enjoyed a kiss and a grope from Monique, the other stewardess squeezing my wife’s delicious breasts. My dick throbbed against Lize’s belly. I almost fucked her right there, but Mary’s surprise awaited.

What was it?

“Shall we?” I asked my wife when she broke her kiss with Monique, the Frenchwoman who shivered in delicate delight.

“Let’s,” Mary said with a regal bearing, holding out her arm for me to take it.

I glanced out the open hatch of the plane at sunny Honolulu. The Legion guarded the perimeter and a ring of bodyguards, all wearing mirrored sunglasses, waited at attention around an open-topped, white Rolls Royce converted into a limo. The limo idled at the end of a red carpet. Three Hawaiian women, dressed in grass skirts and leis, stood willowy before it. Beyond, palm trees waved in a lazy breeze.

“Do we need to get dressed?” I asked Mary.

“No,” she answered. “It’s our vacation. We don’t need to wear clothes if we don’t want to. Besides it’s more than warm enough here in Hawaii.”

I grinned at her, then eyed her naked, pale body. “And what about sunscreen?”

Mary laughed and patted my arm. “Mark, haven’t you realized one of the side-effects of Molech’s power?”

“What?” I frowned. When I killed the demon Molech last year with my celestial blade, I stole his fiery abilities.

“We’re pretty resistant to flames, remember.” Mary rolled her eyes like she couldn’t believe how dense I was. “You got pretty scorched last November by one of Lilith’s daughters. You should have been killed, but you barely had second degree burns. The sun’s not going to do anything to us. We might not even tan.”

“Huh,” I grunted then glanced at the Rolls Royce. I cocked my head. “Is that limo open-topped? Isn’t that dangerous?” While we had a lot of the world under our powers, ordered to love us, enemies still lurked around.

“It’s a custom job,” Mary answered. “Just for Hawaii. I want to feel the air rushing through my hair as we drive.”

“What about snipers?”

“Sam’s had her hands on it. The car’s been warded against projectiles. It’s as safe as one of our armored limos.”

I whistled. “You have been busy.”

“And I expect you to show me just how much you appreciate all my hard work.”

I grabbed her hand and brought it my cock. “Can’t you feel how much I appreciate you, Mare?”

Her hand stroked me. “Well, at least one part of you does.” She giggled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “C’mon, let’s go meet the girls.”

We had to wait a few minutes while the workers positioned the stair car, then beautiful Monique, bowed and ushered us out of the plane. I gave her magnificent, bare breast a squeeze as she purred, “Enjoy your anniversary, sir,” in her delightful, French accent. “Make those girls moan.”

“I will,” I said while her lover Lize gave Mary a passionate kiss.

“Have fun, sir,” Lize said when she broke the kiss and gave me a playful slap on my naked ass.

I grinned at her.

The Hawaiian sun fell warm on my skin while a cooling breeze blew in from the sea, caressing my skin. Arm-in-arm, my wife and I descended the stairs. When we reached the bottom, the assembled bodyguards saluted us. They all were gorgeous in their navy blue uniforms, their tits about to spill out of their half unbuttoned blouses. They carried a mix of M16s, P90s, and MP5s.

Mary and I took our security very seriously.

The three Hawaiian girls who sauntered up from the limo took my breath away, their bodies lithe and lovely. They wore grass skirts, and not the fake kind, but actual grass tied about their waists. I could see exciting flashes of naked pussy through the strands. They wore no tops, only a few flowery leis that did nothing to hide their golden breasts. As they walked up to us, their hips rolled seductively; my cock hardened at the sight.

Mary gave my cock a quick stroke. “I know. Aren’t they wondrous?”

“Yeah,” I said, my mouth dry. Even after all the women I’d been with, a new beauty, or three, could affect me.

The first to reach me was a very busty and curvy young woman with gold-brown skin. She possessed a vulpine light glinting in the dark pools of her eyes. Her hair fell in white-gold strands about her shoulders, obviously bleached from her natural black. It gave her an even more exotic and lovely appearance. Her leis of orange and white flowers fluttered, flashing glimpses of her gold rings piercing her brown nipples

“Aloha,” she gushed, pulling a lei off her neck and draping it over mine. Then her body melted against me as she kissed me passionately, flowers and tits crushing against my chest.

My dick throbbed against her, aching for the feel of her hot lips. My shaft pressed into her grass skirt. I loved how they rustled as her mouth worshiped me with such passionate love. I groaned when she broke it.

“I’m Malia,” she purred, “and I hope you enjoy your time in Hawaii, my Lord.”

“I think you’ll make it memorable.”

Malia grinned at me as she broke our embrace. As she greeted Mary just as passionately as me, the next Hawaiian slut stepped up to me. She had a feisty smile on her lips, sweat glistening on her golden skin. Her black hair had streaks of green highlights and fell down to her waist. A pair of perky tits, the size of Mary’s, peeked through her leis made of red and violet flowers.

“Aloha, I’m Apikalia, and I’m looking forward to making your stay as wonderful as possible, my Lord.” She draped a lei about my neck before kissing me with the same ardor as Malia.

I savored the sweetness of her lips and the feel of her body, my dick aching for island girl pussy.

The last Hawaiian slut was young, barely eighteen. She had a slim and graceful figure, her face cute and pixyish. Like the other two, her skin possessed a rich, gold-brown hue, her hair deep black, and her eyes dark and sultry. A gold nose ring glinted as she swayed to me, distracting me momentarily from her budding breasts peaking through swaying leis made of yellow and blue flowers. She draped a lei about my neck and kissed me, grinding her groin against my hard cock.

I held her lithe body, worshiping her as Apikalia gave my wife a hungry kiss beside me. My dick throbbed now, begging to enjoy one of the Hawaiian girl’s pussies.

“Aloha, my Lord,” the barely legal beauty greeted after breaking our kiss, her voice breathy. “I’m Leilani.” Then she greeted my wife with a naughty kiss full of tongue.

I groaned at the lesbian sight.

“Aloha, my Lady,” Leilani purred before stepping back to join the other two.

“Wow, Mare,” I breathed, taking in the sight of all three island girls. Each had surrendered two of their leis, their tits even more visible now.

“And there’s more of them at the beach house,” Mary smiled at me, giving my cock a nice, hard stroke. “Happy anniversary, Mark.”

“You outdid yourself, Mare,” I said in awe.

“What until the luau tonight.” She paused, a nervous look in her eyes. “I’ve been practicing hard, so I hope you’ll love it.”

“Love what?”

Her smile was mysterious, promising, gorgeous. “You’ll see.”

We followed the swaying Hawaiian girls down the red carpet to our Rolls Royce limousine. Leilani opened the door for us, bowing as Mary climbed in. My wife grabbed Leilani’s hand and pulled the barely legal slut in after her. I watched as Mary slid across the seat, leaving room for me, and spread her legs. The Hawaiian slut smiled, fingered her blue-and-yellow leis, before kneeling down and burying her face into my wife’s snatch.

“Oh, yes!” Mary purred. “You’ve been practicing I see.”

“Every night,” Leilani answered, her lips smeared with pussy juices. “All the girls let me practice on them.”

Busty Malia laughed, her tits jiggling invitingly. “She’s been very diligent, my Lady.”

Malia’s breasts were too inviting and, after I sat down on the white leather seat, I said to her, “Come sit on my cock, slut.”

“Absolutely, my Lord,” she breathed.

Mary quivered beside me, grinding her pussy on Leilani’s hungry mouth as Malia gave me a vixen’s grin. The busty beauty’s tits swayed as she climbed into the limo after me, her grass skirts swaying. Mary mewled in delight, giving me a smile.

“Enjoy, my horny stallion.”

“I will,” I groaned as the vixen straddled my waist.

Malia leaned forward, her huge breasts smothering my face and filling my nose with the sweet scent of her flowers. They kissed my cheeks as I reveled in the pillowy softness of her soft tits. My dick ached and throbbed as she grabbed me. She guided me to her hot pussy.

I groaned as she sank her island pussy down on my cock with one plunge, her cunt tight, sopping wet, and wonderfully warm. She wiggled on me, moaning in delight as her snatch clenched about my thick girth.

“Fuck, that’s nice!” I grunted, loving the feel of her about me.

“My Lord,” she moaned, “I knew your cock would be wonderful! All of us have been so excited to finally meet you!” She lifted my face from my tits and leaned down, kissing me so hard on the mouth.

My dick twitched in her pussy as her breasts pressed against my chest, her flowers crushed between us. The sweet aroma grew stronger as her tongue thrust into my mouth. I savored it, my dick twitching and throbbing inside her juicy cunt, aching to feel her fuck me.

She broke the kiss and moaned, “And we’ve been so eager to fuck you!”

“So eager, my Lord,” Leilani moaned from between my wife’s legs, Mary shuddering beside me, her tits heaving, her leis spilling about those perky tits I loved.

“Yeah, we have,” Apikalia said as she climbed into the driver seat. She sounded disappointed.

“You’ll get your chance to fuck me, Apikalia,” I groaned as she started up the limo.

The Hawaiian girl flashed me a grin. “I’m looking forward to it, my Lord.”

“You will love him, Apikalia,” Malia moaned as she worked her pussy up and down my dick, her snatch so juicy and silky. “Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

An escort of cop cars, driven by the bodyguards, formed up around the limo as Apikalia drove us out of the airport. Outside the gate, huge crowds waited. My dick ached in Malia’s hot cunt, caressed by her tight walls as she rode me. I grinned as the love and adoration of our worshipers washed over me, adding a spice to the pleasure shooting down my cock.

They were excited to see their “gods.” Mary and I waved to them, my wife shuddering on Leilani’s mouth, her green eyes glassy. I groaned, loving the sight of our followers. Malia’s pussy clenched down at me as she stared in awe at the worshipers.

“They’re watching me fuck you, my Lord,” she whimpered. “Worshiping you with my pussy.”

“The women want to be you,” I told her. “Wave to them.”

Malia’s eyes widened. The busty, Hawaiian girl stared at the women in the crowd her bared their breasts at me, shaking their tits that came in of all shapes and sizes. They all had such wanton passion in their eyes, moaning out to me.

“They envy you, Malia,” I groaned as her silky pussy worked up and down my dick, her cunt growing juicier and juicier. “They want to fuck their God, but you actually get to do it!”

“Oh, yes, my Lord!” Malia moaned as she gazed out at the adoring masses. She straightened and turned her shoulders to expose her breasts to the crowd. Her tits bounced as she rode me faster. She lifted her right arm, waving to them. “Oh, my Lord! Your cock’s filling up my cunt! Yes, yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming on a God’s cock!”

It shocked me hot fast she came. Her pussy spasmed about my dick as she writhed atop me. She drank in the screaming crowd, exposing her body to the world. I groaned, savoring the delight as she bucked atop of me, her cunt massaging my cock.

She threw her head back, her bleached-blonde hair whipping in the wind. Her tits jiggled before me, her lies dancing across those lush mounds. Groaning, I buried my face into her tits, smelling sweet flowers and apricot shampoo. I found her hard nipple, sucking the brown nub into my lips. Her arms wrapped around my head, cradling me, as her hips kept rocking on my cock, her orgasm spilling through her.

“They’re watching me, my Lord,” she whimpered. “They’re watching me fuck you!”

I sucked harder on her nipple, giving her such delight. Her silky, convulsing flesh sucked at my dick. My balls ached and groaned. My cum swelled in them. I moaned about her nub, nibbling on it as she convulsed and shuddered.

“Eat my pussy!” Mary moaned beside me. “You fucking little dyke! Eat me! Make me cum! I’m going to cover your slut face with my juices!”

“Yes, my Lady,” Leilani groaned. “Shower me in your juices.”

“Yes,” my wife howled as her body heaved in rapture.

We left Honolulu behind as I savored Malia’s pussy. She rode me as the limo drove through lush hills towards the beach house that Mary bought. The island girl pumped her hips on me the entire time, working that cunt up and down my dick. She came several times, massaging my cock. I held off cumming, savoring the feel of her cunt as I admired the countryside.

Lush jungle flashed by interspersed with sugar cane and pineapple plantations. Then came a large, grassy field along the slope of a volcano full of grazing cattle. The limo came around a bend and the blue of the ocean appeared before us. Malia fucked me hard, grinding her clit into my groin, while her hungry pussy tried to suck the cum from my balls.

“Fuck me faster!” I command as I stared out at the ocean, squeezing her plump ass. “Make me cum in your filthy cunt!”

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Cum in me! My Lord, please! Flood my naughty pussy!”

Mary shuddered through her third or fourth orgasm as I felt that wonderful sensation of release nearing in my balls. Watching the ocean over Malia’s shoulder, I thrust up into her cunt, bouncing her convulsing cunt on my cock.

“My Lord!” she howled over and over, her breasts crushed to my chest. “Cum in me, My Lord! I want it so badly.”

I growled and captured her sweet mouth in a kiss. I thrust my tongue into the slut’s mouth. My passion swelled in my balls. I crushed her body to mine, her flowers breaking apart and rubbing stickily on our skin as we fucked.

She whimpered into our kiss, her pussy sliding up and down my cock as our flesh came together. Her pussy convulsed harder. Another orgasm spasmed through her body. She broke the kiss, throwing back her head.

“You fucking slut!” I moaned. “Beg for my cum!”

“Please cum in me!” she purred. “I’m so fertile! I bet you would plant a baby inside me! Maybe a little girl! And when she’s all grown up, it could be her sitting on your cock as you drive through Hawaii!”

Her words detonated my orgasm.

My balls unloaded my spunk. My cum fired into her. As the rapture shot through my body, I hoped my sperm would knock this slut up. In eighteen years, when my nineteenth wedding anniversary came around, I would have a beautiful, Hawaiian daughter sitting on my cock.

My dick spurted over and over as the fantasy consumed me. I growled out my pleasure as her hot pussy milked my cum. Malia shuddered atop me, whimpering in utter delight as her naughty cunt wrung me dry.

“Fuck, you are one nasty slut,” I panted after my orgasm peeked. “If I plant a daughter in you, I’ll fuck her when she’s eighteen.”

She beamed at me. “Thank you, my Lord.”

I looked over at my wife, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the gentle licking from Leilani. The barely legal slut looked so cute between my wife’s thighs while Mary looked ravishing as she enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm.

I caught her hand and squeezed. “Thank you for this, Mare. I’m so glad I met you.”

Her eyes opened lazily, a smile dimpling her cheeks. “Here’s to a lifetime of anniversaries.”

We arrived at the beach house that Mary had prepared. House was a loose term. It was massive bungalow, practically a mansion, that looked so modern. It’s walls were all open glass that faced out at the beautiful jungle terrain and the white-sand beach that the blue lagoon washed up against. It looked so remote, private, like the only structure built for miles and miles.

The perfect place to enjoy our honeymoon.

I grinned as the limo pulled up before the house. Nine more Hawaiian girls waited for us, greeting us with leis and kisses. They were all so different and wonderful, each making my dick throb. I couldn’t wait to explore all of them.

“We have time to kill before the sun sets,” Mary said, giving me a mysterious look. She glanced around at the bevy of island girls. “There are plenty of ways to pass the time.

I enjoyed Leilani’s youthful cunt followed by Apikalia’s ass, loving both the girls who came to the airport and picked us up. The other girls fluttered around the open bungalow, some masturbating as they watched, others busy with the preparations for tonight. Mary then suggested we go for a swim in the ocean as Apikalia sucked my dick clean of her ass.

“Sure, Mare,” I answered her. I had enough sex. For now.

We didn’t need bathing suits even if we weren’t gods. We had the lagoon all to ourselves. The water was warm, the surf gentle, and we laughed and kissed and groped each other as we swam through the crystal-clear water. I hugged her and loved her like I had in our shared dreams.

A few of the Hawaiian girls joined us, swimming naked and frolicking in the water around us, their black hair wet and shiny, their bodies bronze and gleaming beneath the setting sun. Others prepared a luau on the beach complete with pig roasting on a spit.

It smelled wonderful. My stomach started to rumble.

After an hour, Mary retreated to a towel on the beach, sunning herself. I think she held out a vain hope that her pale skin could tan. A lush eighteen-year-old slut named Haukea busied herself between my wife’s thighs, face buried in heavenly snatch.

I grabbed two girls—Melika and Kalena—and carried them to the beach to amuse myself while waiting for dinner. The girls were eager to play with my cock, kissing each other around my hard shaft until I erupted like a volcano upon their golden flesh. Giggling, they licked my cum off each other’s bodies.

All the fucking and swimming caught up with me. I lay there, the sun warming my skin, and fell asleep. I napped for… I don’t know how long. But I awoke to the sounds of my wife moaning. I opened my eyes and smiled, finding her tribbing on top of bleached-blonde Malia. They their pussies ground together as they kissed with wild passion.

“Aren’t they beautiful, my Lord?” Apikalia asked, lounging nearby.

I grinned at her, my dick throbbing hard. “So are you.”

She gave me a coy smile and pushed off the rock, sauntering naked towards me. She impaled her cunt on my cock and rode me hard while I watched Mary trib her girl. The sun set behind Apikalia’s figure as she rode me, haloing the gorgeous Hawaiian with orange light.

A Hawaiian angel loving her god.

I came hard in her pussy.

The luau was ready not long after. Mary and I sat together the sandy beach before a small table covered in food. Around the table burned smoky torches, filling the air with a sweet, sage fragrance to drive off the insects. My mouth watered at the centerpiece: the pig. But other exotic dishes covered the table. Barely legal Leilani sat next to me and busty Malia next to Mary.

“Enjoy, my Lord,” Leilani said after piling my plate with food, her firm, young breast rubbing against my arm, her nipple hard.

My dick throbbed.

Then I turned to my wife, snagging my champagne flute, and held the bubbly drink to Mary. As I stared into her green eyes, words poured out of my soul: “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, the delight of my heart. Every day I am thankful I met you. I would be nothing without you: my wife, my lover, my companion, and my support.”

“Oh, Mark, that was beautiful.” Tears glistened on her lush eyelashes. She raised her glass. “You are a wonderful man that has made every day a joy for me. You swept me out of my boring old life and gave me a whole new world full of love and passion. I didn’t live before I met you. You gave me life. You are my life.”

Emotion choked my throat as clinked our champagne flutes together. We each sipped and then she glued her lips to mine. Her heart flowed through me. I lost myself in the passion of her kiss. I felt like I married her all over again.

The girls erupted into cheers, clapping for us. I barely heard them above the pounding of my heart. Something wet splashed on my chest, my champagne spilling out of my flute. I didn’t care as it ran down my stomach. I just kept loving her. My beautiful bride.

My soulmate.

Mary giggled, breaking the kiss. “You made a mess, Mark.”

“Why don’t you clean it up?”

Mary bent down and licked at the champagne on my chest. She seemed to enjoy it, so I dumped some on her breast. She gasped as sucked her hard nipple, a mix of bubbly champagne and sweet breast milk filling my mouth.

Mary pulled my face up and we kissed, sharing her milk and the drink. It added a delicious spice to the feast. My stomach growled.

“Enjoy,” she breathed. “The real fun begins after.”

Grinning, I dug in savoring the food. Young Leilani had a lot of fun feeding me juicy pig, and sticky poi, and all the other delicious food as she straddled my lap, her ass impaled on my cock. I didn’t fuck her, just enjoyed the hot sensation of her velvety bowels wrapped about my shaft.

The sun had disappeared over the ocean when we finished, leaving only a faint blush on the horizon; a memory of the day slowly eroded by night’s encroachment. The evening stayed warm despite the sun vanishing.

The Hawaiian girls went to work, some clearing away the feast while others dragged out a pair of huge drums. Leilani knelt on her hands and knees before me, giving me something to do. I fucked her ass. Hard.

“What’s going on?” I asked, my balls slapping loudly against the girl’s cunt, pleasure spilling through my body.

“Your surprise,” Mary said. “Don’t take too long fucking the slut, Mark. It’s almost ready.”

I groaned, “Her ass is tight, I’m not going to last long!”

“Good.” She bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back, I have to go change.”

Change? Mary’s words teased me. What was going on? My balls boiled over and I basted Leilani’s ass with a huge load.

“Oh, thank you, thank you,” she moaned, her orgasm rippling through her, milking my cum out of my balls. “Ooh, amazing.” She collapsed on the sand, my cock popping out of her asshole, white cum leaking out of her.

“You need to get ready,” one of the girls yelled at Leilani. “Remember?”

Leilani squeaked and scampered off into the darkness.

I sat back on the sand excited for Mary’s surprise. My dick quivered as I watched the girls snuff out the torches. The only light came from a bonfire burning on the beach, spilling oranges and reds across their sands, illuminating flashes of the girls as they moved in the dark around me.

Then a steady, primal beat thudded through the air. Two of the girls pounded away at the large drums. The deep bass rumbled through me, powerful and compelling. My heart beat to their rhythm my breath quickened.

Then I held it as the remaining girls swayed into the light, their golden skin bathed orange. All had leis over their breasts and grass skirts rustling about their waists as they formed a line of beauty. They stood motionless, facing me, smiling in anticipation and—

I groaned.

Mary stood at the center of them, a pale, beautiful rose amid a field of tulips. She had her own grass skirt that fell down her sleek thighs. Leis of white-and-pink flowers hung around her neck, falling about her perky breasts. She’d tucked a purple flower into her auburn hair. The colors tickled my mind. They were so familiar and…

A memory of Mary floating down the aisle on our wedding day clutching a bouquet of white, pink, and purple flowers blossomed in my mind.

In unison, Mary and the Hawaiian girls started dancing. Their hips swayed, rustling their grass skirts. Their feet shuffled on the sand. Breasts jiggled beneath their flowery necklaces. They raised their arms up in the air as their turned, rolling their asses from side-to-side, Mary giving me a naughty smile as they finished their slow spin.

The beat intensified. The roll of their hips became more sensuous, more challenging. They made love to invisible partners, writhing their bodies. My blood pounded hot through my veins; my cock painfully hard. Breasts bounced now, heaving beneath the flowers, flashing dark nipples.

My dick begged to be touched. But I could only watch entrance by their beauty.

A beautiful, ethereal song issued from the women’s lips in the musical, Hawaiian language. Their hips swayed faster. They raised their hands over their heads again, reaching to the night sky. This thrust thrust out their breasts. They clapped a counter-beat to the drums. They twirled about, grass skirts flaring, exposing asses and flashes of naked pussies, all shaved bare.

I struggled to breathe. Their graceful movements ignited an inferno in my body. Every bounce of their breasts and sway of their hips seemed purposefully performed to increase my ardor. I had never witnessed anything so purely erotic in my life.

My skin broke out in prickling delight.

Abruptly, the drums slowed, the roll of the dancer’s hips matching the beat. A sensuous sway, like they rode their lovers, filled their movements. Mary’s green eyes fixed on me, a sultry smile spreading her lips. She drifted forward until she stood just a few feet in front of me. Passion moved her body, undulating her hips, her body moving with such grace, her breasts swaying.

She winked at me.

I groaned, my blood melting. My dick aching to be touched.

The beat increased as she turned away from me; my eyes fixed to her plump ass beneath the grass skirt as she writhed and danced. The green strands rustled as she shook her hips faster and faster. She twerked before me, her auburn hair dancing about her shoulders and supple back.

“You’re so beautiful,” I moaned in awe. “My goddess.”

Her hips rolled, pivoted, and moved in ways I didn’t think were possible. The grass skirt parted to to reveal flashes of her gorgeous, freckled rear. She leaned over, her waxed-bare pussy peeking through strands, glistening with her passion.

Then she whirled about, her auburn hair whipping around her excited face. She stopped abruptly, planting her feet in the sands, her breasts jiggling beneath her pink and white flowers. She worked her hips, thrusting that beautiful pussy towards my face as a sensual grace inhabited her body. I breathed in, smelling her arousal, that spicy and sweet musk I loved, above the salt tang of the ocean. I took a deep breath, enjoying the fragrance of my wife’s passion.

The music ended. Mary ended in a strutting pose before me, her breasts heaving with her exertion.

“That was amazing! Beautiful!” I groaned and gained my feet. Passion swelled through me for this incredible woman. I caught her in my arms, my lust pressing hard against her stomach. “Thank you, Mare. I love you.”

She threw her arms around my neck, rubbed her cute little nose against mine, and moaned, “Next year, I expect you to top this.”

“I don’t think I can,” I answered. “You were so graceful and…” I floundered for the right word, settled on: “Exotic.”

She pressed her pussy against me, wet and hot on my thigh. I shuddered, feeling her aching need. Then she broke away and danced into the darkness. She gave me a beckoning look, her features half in shadows, then darted down the dark beach.

I chased after, led by her sweet laughter. The black water lapped beside me, flashing silver as waves caught the moon’s soft light. She became a wanton shadow racing before me, rustling and giggling her delight.

I ran faster. Caught her.

The warm surf spilled over our feet as I pulled her to me. My wife’s body melted against me as we kissed. Her hard nipples and the soft petals of her lei rubbed on my chest while my hard dick pressed against her smooth belly. My hands roamed her back down to her grass skirt. I squeezing her ass through the fibers. Her hips writhed, pressing her clit against my thigh, her pussy hot and ready, eager to be fucked.

To be loved.

I pulled her down to the wet sand. The salty sea lapped against us as I settled down on top of her and kissed her sweet lips. The dance gave us all the foreplay we needed. I could feel her heat, her need to be penetrated, and ached for her so much.

My goddess. My wife.

Mary spread her legs as her hands grasped my cock. She guided me to her dripping pussy. The tip of my dick nudged her labia. She slid me up and down, letting me feel her wanton heat as she writhed beneath me, her breasts rising and falling as she sucked in deep breaths.

I felt the entrance to her pussy’s depths. She let out a wanton moan as I thrust forward into her spongy, wet depths. Her hot, tight sheath engulfed my girth. I groaned as I savored sliding into her, uniting with her.

“My naughty filly!” I groaned as I stared into her emerald eyes reflecting silver passion.

“Fuck me!” Mary gasped, her pussy clenching down on my dick. “My horny stallion!”

Her legs hooked around my waist, holding me tight. She thrust her hips up against me, working her pussy up and down my dick. I shuddered, her silky passion massaging me, driving me wild. I couldn’t hold back.

I made love to my wife. Our bodies moved together, my cock stirring through her passionate depths. Her pussy stroked me with silky friction. Warm and salty water flowed around us, adding primal energy to our lust. Her fingernails clawed my back as she trembled beneath me, clenching her hot sheath about me.

“I love you!” she moaned. “And your cock! Oh, god, Mark!”

“You are so beautiful,” I groaned, staring down at her moon-painted face contorting in rapture. I gave her that pleasure. “My lovely filly! My goddess!”

She kissed me with that hot mouth, her tongue plunging into my depths. I thrust harder and harder, my heavy balls smacking into her. I shuddered, savoring the silky grip of her pussy about my cock. The heat bathed me, drove me wild.

Our tongues dueled. She whimpered, undulating her hips faster and faster, stirring her pussy around my cock, giving me such pleasure. It flowed through me as I groaned into her mouth, my orgasm building in my balls.

“Oh, Mark!” she moaned, breaking our kiss. “Let me be on top! Let me ride my stallion!”

“Yes,” I growled, loving to be ridden by my wife.

I rolled over, carrying Mary on top of me. She reared up, her breasts swaying beneath her bedraggled leis. She arched her back, thrusting her tits out before her, and rode me with such passion. She worked her hips, her pussy squeezing down on my cock, sending such bliss through me.

Silver light shone on the profile of her smooth skin, illuminating the curves of her hips and the slopes of her perky tits. Her auburn hair appeared almost black against her pale skin. She slid her pussy up and down my cock harder, faster. Her cunt gripped me with silky heaven, building my passion and bringing my balls to a boil.

I stroked her hips, loving the smooth feel of her wet skin. I slid up to her breasts, sliding beneath her leis. I cupped them, feeling their perky fullness. I found her nipples, massaging my thumbs over them.

Her cunt clenched down hard on my dick.

“Ride me!” I groaned. “Ride me, my naughty filly!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Your cock is driving me wild, my stallion! Oh, fuck! I’m going to cum, Mark! Oh, Jesus!”

“Do it!” I groaned. “I love watching you cum. I never get tired of seeing how beautiful and passionate you look.”

She beamed at me and slammed her pussy down my cock. Her orgasm spilled through her. She rippled about me, her cunt massaging my cock, always greedy for my seed. She bucked atop me as her climax kept rolled through her.

I groaned, savoring the feel of that wonderful hole caressing my cock with wet silk. My balls came closer and closer to showering her with my love. I shuddered, pressing my thumbs into her nipples as the pleasure coursed through me.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “Goddamn, I love your pussy!”

“Cum in me!” she moaned. “My horny stallion! Erupt!”

“Yes!” I growled and exploded.

My cum shot into her, my back spasming on the soft sand. Pleasure boiled through me as my wife’s pussy milked my cock. Ecstasy slammed into my mind. It drowned me as the sea washed around us. I squeezed my wife’s breasts as the rapture peaked in me.

Her pussy milked out the last drop of cum as she whimpered in delight. She leaned over me, her wet hair falling on my face. I groaned, delight buzzing through me as I stared into her eyes, drinking in her love.

“Happy anniversary, Mark,” she groaned.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” I pulled her down for a salty kiss as the warm surf gently rolled around us.

The first year of our life together was over, and I knew we had a lot more in front of us.

The END

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