I had never thought of experiencing anything sexual with a guy.Despite this, I found myself very, very interested. To my surprise, I found myself turn...d on. While the visual image of his hard on is still memorable to me, I remember nothing of the conversation except for how it ended.I invited him to our private thatch hut room that evening. It was clear that the invitation was for a sexual experience.Since I had no previous idea that I could be turned on by a male hard-on, I obviously had never. "From stereo behind us the faint voices of males chanting is heard between the rhythmic beatings on gourds. It gradually increases in volume until the chanters appear to be directly behind us. They then summon the goddess and from a distance in the house we hear Pele and her attendants responding in their own chant. We can hear the movement of their feet as they approach. This continues until they enter.Janice, Bobbi, Helena and Malia enter in a single file. They are all bear breasted; only. 'Well, well,' I said, 'you are both certainly all dressed up for the occasion!'And indeed they were, for both, as I surmised, had made good use of the money that had been presented them upon their last visit to the place to buy themselves new articles of apparel, and they certainly looked refreshing indeed!Both girls thanked me for the compliment and Anna, throwing herself back on one of the low lounges that graced the room, lighted herself a cigarette and asked for a drink.I obligingly secured. Our soft breasts touch his legs where we lean on him and press against his back. We are soft, but not delicate. A dextrous hand appears from behind him, and takes a firm grip on his hard shaft. Most of the force of its movement is going toward him, allowing those of us on the ground to perform our jobs better.He is so close. We can feel it, hear it, and taste it. He is salty, metallic, a little acidic. The way he tenses before he cums is a little hard to believe. He does so with such intensity.