[ Sherry : This is your Don Ho in Hawaii story as I remember your telling it to me…if anything is wrong let me know in a few years and I will delete it…otherwise it will be for all to enjoy on the cyberspace. I have gone into some elaboration of your outline. We did get"busybodied"when you sketched it out. And to think in May 2016 you and I almost went for an idyllic trip to Hawaii but it"would mean"something offense to you. How different our summer might have been. This summer wasn't as much fun as final stage year's which you and I enjoyed. You enjoyed that time with Don Ho…telling me even 40 long time later…all the details, including the bronze Adonis with the uncircumcised penis…the baby skin easy rust-colored tip that you told me about…It made me green-eyed I couldn't offer you a rust-colored tip for all the time we fucked…then I remembered, in writing this story…that my brother and I knew the very Harry Hotspur who brought you to bang-up ecstatic peak. There may have been some other Percy but I think our friend, Percy, is the one who brought you a lot of pleasure. Such is life…It is a humble human beings. Did your lady friend ever get to enjoy Percy ? …he loved his"okeh"miss as he called her…It might get been you. He later became an alcoholic and died an early dying at 45.

He was a Nice and loving person…as you I both knew in our own fashion. I think my pal has a moving picture of Percy Kinimaka if you would wish it. It brings me memories…you and I may bear even met once in Hawaii I was drinking Bud sparkle even then and you may have brought me one…I'm sure you were lovely then as now. I might consume invited you for a driving force to Makapuu Beach after oeuvre to see the moonlight and listen to the pounding surf. But I would own been competing for your aid with the Samoan adonis ! I'm returning the pictures you had me print out when we were having so a great deal sexual fun that you later said was"quirky"At the time it was fun for both of us…I didn't have any idea that your bronze Adonis might have been person I knew. These are the pictures you had me print out before I bought you a pressman, and when you were still fascinated, after all these geezerhood, of what the tip of the Samoan's penis looked like when it emerged from his foreskin…you were still thrilled at how pink and delicate it was when allthe respite of him was bronze…and at your thrill of licking and sucking on it…you told me once my semen tasted safe, but zip like his pineapple semen. I guess that was flattery…you were very trade good with mine, too. Remember, I once told you I knew what I wanted for Christmas ? And you laughed because you knew what I wanted. Those were the days you and I enjoyed.

Then more memories…after my sidekick and I were surfing with Sir Henry Percy sitting around with a Primo Beer before the Don Ho show and how he would tell us of the precious petty haole girl who loved to play with his uncircumcised penis and his balls…always stroking his clod for some reason as though that was the way she had learned was part of sucking cock…to stroke him when he was soft and get the piano smooth pink oral sex of his tool emerge from his foreskin…she would look up at him, smiling, and start to puzzle out him…he would express mirth when telling us about her…she seemed fascinated with his pinkness and wanted to lick and suck him until he came but he'd never let her…it wasn't his thing…he loved that haole More than the rest period of Don's lilliputian cuties…loved to acquire her away from licking…lift her chief away…she would stand but then she would lie back, spread herself for him, he would fit himself into her tight, hot cunt…as he said it was…she was his"okey"girl…and he would do it and fuck her as hard as he could until finally she would shout out and labor away on his chest exclamation :"Okay, Okay !"He would fuck her and waited for her to say that and whenever she would say those words it made him come into her. One late afternoon he told us she had gone back habitation and that he missed her…he said she was sweet and kind ; that he actually loved his little haole girl. Then we had another Primo and he was off to the show.

Sherry's Summer in Hawaii : Sleeping with Don Ho and sucking/fucking the Huge Samoan

By Sherry as told to Roger on her gallery in the summertime of 2015.

During summer break from college my girlfriend and I spent the summer in Hawaii where I learned about racism and tolerance though on a mostly mild exfoliation. First we had to find a plaza to stay and position were expensive…We got favourable and found a condo occupied by some guys who weren't there all the time. We had our own room and weren't bothered.
Then we found jobs…the common kind : waitress jobs where Don Ho…"Tiny house of cards"Don Ho… performed. At that time he was the premier Hawaiian entertainer and his nightly shows were always sold out. Being unseasoned, shapely, pretty and white-skinned, it wasn't very long before he got to make out us…to say"Hello…aren't you pretty girls !"but no more than a"Hello"base for several weeks. The excitement would descend a little later on evening and other evenings.

It was an awakening for me and my classmate. We were seen as haole's…or not aboriginal Hawaiians and therefore interlopers. She and I were taking away native Book of Job because we were pretty, comely, shapely and…primarily…because we were blonde and white. For awhile, the barkeep would mix up our drinkable, the former waitresses looked at us as not welcome…but with the men it was another matter. Don Ho took a liking to us…little by minuscule. The others : the beach male child and kanakas and the Samoans were fascinated and we had to stand them off. They were attracted to us for the very understanding that the waitresses were not. We were white, sexy, fairly skin and hairsbreadth and very appealing…so while we were anathema to the aborigine char who treated us with disdain we were just as choice and yummy to the men, some of whom, I have to say were gorgeous specimens of humans.

Some of those brown-skinned men made my bloodline boil up : beautifully muscled, shine peel, burnished dentition and engaging smile and when I looked at some of them they made my groin pulsate with desire. Would one of them approach me and want to kiss and fuck me was my thinking. I put such persuasion out of my mind…I was a dependable girl and a prude…most of the time…but I admit, in all honesty…I loved to suck cock and wondered what a native man's bronze, muscled body would be like : au naturel, erect bronze cock, with my back talk licking and tasting his spend…his finger on my ears and cheeks and coming in my mouth…how would his seed compare to my uncle's and my boyfriends and all the others. I couldn't help but imagine and knew it wouldn't happen. My girlfriend and I were thoroughly young lady, enjoying a summer in Hawaii. But then…then…Oh my…all my dependable attentions !

dark after Night, as Don Ho would walk to the stage, he seemed to place us out with his great smile and then entertain so many of us with his Song and degree bearing. The two of us had been there, working as waitresses, finally being accepted as buster waitresses, because we worked hard and didn't preen over the brown-skinned workers and we began to blend in. One Nox, Don walked by, acknowledging the two of us haoles, smiling and entertaining. Then one nighttime, after the show, we waitresses were sitting around, counting our summit and figuring out our sharing with the barman and bus boys and Don Ho was beside me and my girlfriend. That big smiling and a"hi"and then a pat on our butts and sitting down with us."Why don't you come over and see me at my topographic point ?"It was the sign we were accepted and after splitting up our money of the night, the two of us walked along Kalakaua Ave. a few steps behind Don until we entered a building and went to his retinue of elbow room for to a greater extent"entertainment"after hours.

Don was so cordial and ingratiating…smiling, serving us and his early friends cocktails and among them were some of those gorgeous bronze-skinned dish that made my cunt squirm and get wet just looking at their chip at bodies. I knew, instantly, that my girlfriend and I should soon forget to the refuge of our condominium we shared with some son. These were men, even Don, and I felt it was time to depart after one swallow and amenity.

It didn't happen that way as it turned out. My girlfriend wanted a gustation of more than one drink, telling me that we might not be invited by Don Ho again. We would be invited according to how we behaved and so one crapulence led to another. She said to me :"Relax Sherry. Nothing's going to happen. Don't get nervy as you do. Not now."I resisted and was scared but not scared of being harmed…scared of what my organic structure might do if it took over what my mind was telling me. Later, after some wind up upshot, I knew for sure we would be invited back.

A muscled bronze man put his arm around me and said :"How long have you girls been here ?"I just nodded and walked to my girlfriend. He followed me."You aren't afraid of me are you ?"I shook my head. His arm was around my waist again…his fingers at my side and I sighed…his hand was hot on my skin…dark skin on my white skin…I looked in his eyes and he smiled."No, I'm not afraid of you,"I said. My idea was telling me :'I'm afraid of what I might do with you if I stay much longer.'I looked at my girl. Oh my ! …she was kissing one of the bronze-skinned beauties…her torso melting into his…his handwriting rubbing her ass and then he led her away as they disappeared into one of the bedrooms. Now I was alone with my own muscled person with the lovesome smile and hot hands. Don Ho saved me just in time.

"Hi…what's your name again ?"“ Sherry,"I said."seed with me Sherry."I took his hand. He was rescuing me but he wasn't. He had claimed me. He was the big man in the elbow room and the muscled man backed off. Don led me to his own bedchamber, closed the doorway, turned to me and kissed me."You are one gorgeous chick,"he said."I've had my eye on you for calendar week and wanted to buss you forever."He kissed me again and began to find under my piffling cocktail clothes which was very lean. His breathing space was very liquory and his kissing was sloppy but this was Don Ho…I was his conquest…and boy did his manus finger good on my tired soundbox. It had been a long night. I was tired and a little tipsy and his handwriting was inside my panties now, milking me, searching for my clitoris and my cunt. I opened my leg. The wrong thing to do…He pulled off my panties and kissed me again. He took his pants off. He was limp. It was pre-Viagra and he was only partly hard. He pushed my head down on him and in just here and now I was sucking the cock of the corking Don Ho…I licked him because I liked to work out prick and sucked because I liked to suck on a man's pecker and it wasn't long before…Viagra or not…I was getting a response. His cock was filling. I fondled his formal, like uncle's, and soon enough I had a fairly tough cock in my sass. I was proud of my endowment ! He lifted me up and we laid on his bed. He started kissing me again ; his hired hand on my bare wet bitch, his finger's breadth slippery with my spend and bringing me close to an orgasm…so there we were : the dramatic Don Ho, the entertainer, and me, the little blonde, sexy, haole waitress trying to get him stiff enough for fucking. He leaned down to kiss my slit. He was unspoilt but he was tired. He licked my pussy lips and got me hot again but it wasn't going to happen and he fell back on his pillow and started breathing deeply and snoring.

That was the outset of grave difficulty for me. I was now a hot, wet and torment horny woman with all my internal secretion pumping away and sleeping with the inert Don Ho. My bare body ready for something it needed and at that moment, you guessed it, the door to his bedroom opened.. There standing and looking at our tantrum was one of those gorgeous muscled men…bulging muscles…lustful eyes…endearing grin :"That always happens to Don,"the big guy said."He just has eyes liberal than his abilities. He may get you fix but can't finish you off."I was bewildered and scared and naked and hot and here was this bronze Adonis and me the pretty, blond, hot goddess.

He walked to the side of meat of the bed. He was wearing only one of those wrap around things at his waist…otherwise naked and so beautifully muscled !. He took off his wrapping and there just a few feet away from me was a peter like I'd never seen. He was not circumcised. I have never seen one with foreskin. It just hung there, in repose. It was big and tan and just hanging loose. I looked up at him ; his chiseled hairless bureau. A naked bronze Adonis and me a slender defenseless white woman…hotter than Hell at this moment. I put my paw up as if to push Adonis away and my hands landed on his muscled chest. I felt his teat and then nature took over…my body was doing its thing…my custody moved over his nipples, I licked my backtalk looking at his smile…the brown facial expression and white teeth in a welcoming smile.

My hands moved down his chest, my Caucasian hands and his bronze body…it was a still life but neither of us was still…we were in heat, out hearts beating fast, our bodies producing the fluids for coitus…hands moving down over his smooth stomach and below his stomach to where was this foresightful limp thing surrounded by tight curly whisker. I petted the devil and it began to strike. Like my uncle had taught me : palpate the man's balls where is the joy of spirit, and I did. As I did so, petting his length it began to overturn and grow in little pulses. It rose and rose…an uncircumcised penis was fascinating to me…I carry on stroking his length with one hand gently over the strong cutis. The end of it was funnel-shaped and the tip covered by skin. But it continued to actuate and I continued to pet it. As if by magic it was soon stiff and then the head word emerged. It wasn't bronze, it was reddish and changing in people of color as it stiffened to a deeper, fascinating rust red, it was already wet with his tool juice. It was so silklike soft, like a baby's skin, smooth and virginally corrode in vividness. It was a magic thing and I was in its tour. I looked at it admiringly and licked the top…he flexed to my soupcon and I licked again…until I had cleaned it. It was very smooth and sensitive…not like uncle's or boyfriend's circumcised pecker straits which were a little wrinkled. This was smooth like the position of a vino glass and I loved the new smooth feel as I licked it…my tongue wet with him and he seemed so uniquely sensitive. He tasted like ananas and I liked pineapple…especially this warm, slippery pineapple taste that filled my body with a rush of flavour. I began to shiver and took this huge penis in my mouth. I felt a climax building just from the trouncing and sucking but I was also afraid. He was under my restraint now ; both work force around his cock and my sassing and tongue at work. I would terminate him off, deal all his pineapple fluid and he would go soft and go forth. He was too big for my little frame…my humble cunt could wield big but this guy was huge. It was impossible, so I sucked and licked and stroked but then he lifted me under my subdivision for a fully consistency hugging. I sensed he didn't want me to end up him off with my mouth…that he wanted to taste of the real meat between my legs…which scared me. I felt his stiffness on my belly, hitting between my legs.

I thought of my girl and wondered where she was. Then I heard her cry out from her bedroom…I knew her cries…she would"pay"her rent with our roommate and I listened to her particular speech sound as she would come and pay her rent. I always paid in hard cash, but she would pay in organic structure and soul…I knew her cries of ecstasy and it inspired me…if she could do it I could…and would…soon…do it. We were both petite and we both had our Adonises…she just struck pay grease before I did…I could hardly hold off but was scared at his cinch, his weight, the size of his peter. Like I admired my white hands admiringly moving down his thorax to his stopcock and ballock I wondered how his bronze cock would see thrusting past my White River bitch lips…his bronze curls and mine…but it all happened so fast my sentiment were in a flash.

That loggerheaded loaded pecker scared me, too. It was my dark to be scared. But I was beyond all decorousness at that percentage point. Don had fingered and licked me and I was close…he had done all the stimulation and my trunk was replete of animal lustfulness, make to be taken, to be possessed. I just stood there, stunned, surprised, my legs spreadhead, my cunt exposed, my head word swimming with drinkable and lustfulness and hugging the most glorious specimen of a fucking machine of a bronze chiseled body and rooster that cleaning lady could only dream about.

He took my hand and I slid down on the bed."semen on you honey. Percy knows what you want. Harry Hotspur doesn't want to just be sucked off… The beginning time I saw you I knew it would come to this. See anything you like ?"I nodded…at to the lowest degree my body nodded…I opened my mouth…he put his fingerbreadth on my pinna and pulled me near…I reached out, taking his huge affair again, leaned into it…kissing it…his tip was wet…it was so expectant but he tasted of pineapple and I licked and licked…he pulled my brain on him…I had to spread out my mouthpiece wide…his hammer entered my mouth again…at for the first time I gagged a piffling but adjusted…it was the most wonderful stopcock ever and I felt his balls…I knew how to do that…thank you uncle…and his clod were tight as I stroked him with my deal and oral cavity. Don Ho was sound asleep. I could hear him snoring but I was alive…so very a lot alive for this.

I kept sucking on his monumental member but then he took me off him."Lie down. Cunt. I've something else in mind."I didn't like that Good Book : ‘ cunt'it always seemed a derogatory term but when he said it to me it sent thrills in me and frisson in my cunt. I was so set up for fucking but his turncock wouldn't fit in tiny me…I was certain of that."Yes,"he said seeming to interpret my fears,"It will fit…just lie back and I'll prove it to you."I laid back. He took my legs, petted the blonde scroll around my cunt, spread them and soon his big prick was at me…poking, searching for me."Take postponement of me,"he said and I did."assistant me do it you."And I did. I was so hot and wet and I took his cock and rubbed it all over me…played it on my clit which was almost unbearably rouse, as it flexed in my hands…It was a two-hand cock and I wanted it to love me, if it would only fit.

I held it…his thick arms around me…his mouth on mine…I wanted it all to work and I wanted to be worked and held him against me. We were both so wet and I felt the tip of his shaft spread my puss sassing. I pulled him to me and felt him enter…first just spreading my twat sassing and then hurting a little as he slowly slipped inside but my cunt walls adjusted to his size and trivial my little, the gentle in and out at the mouth of my twat and then further and further. I gasped. I could do this. I could let genus Adonis be intimate me. I was footling and mean and his tool was anointing me with a joy that was taking my breath away. He was finally all the way inside. I could find his grueling globe hit my bottom. I was impaled and helpless to his taking me.

Don Ho was oblivious and me ? I was lifting on this cock, thrusting into my cunt, the depths of my cunt, spreading and luxuriating inside…I began to grunt my little sexual grunts as he hit me and hit me again…his Lucille Ball pounding on my buttocks, his shaft stroking me. I began to lift and lift again and felt a huge flavour building in my body. Tears were in my eyes. His mouth and tongue were on me…my arms caressing his muscles…he was sweating…me too. I spread open. He lifted my peg on his shoulders…I was so vulnerable and so unbelievably somewhere else : not in Hawai'i, not on Don Ho's bed, not impaled by my own King Kong and I started to issue forth and to climax on this tool, this God-given legal document of pleasure. I cried out and held on. I felt his prick tense, his thrusting exquisite, his hot Ananas comosus juice splashing into my vagina. split streamed on my brass. I told him :"OK, okay, Okay."I couldn't stop the smell and it became for him my nickname. He finished me…and finished me again…I tightened my snatch muscles on his pole…Now I wasn't scared of him…I was scared he would exit. I didn't want him to leave my body but then I could feel him going cushy and leaving…a adieu kiss…leaving me to spend the rest of the night…cooling down…sleeping with Don Ho. I wondered where my girlfriend was. Then I didn't care. Part of my summer in HI. I'd finally gotten the big tip I always wanted…it was just not the tip I'd imagined. I sighed, laid my headway back and joined my petty snore with those of Don.

Sometime during the nighttime I was awakened. There was a tender hand on my snatch, petting it."Did Percy contain care of you honey ?"Don asked. I whispered a :"Yes."Don said :"You have a hot cunt."I said :"Yes, I do."The words sent shivers through me and I felt my cunt getting wet again just at the view of my evening in bed with Don Ho. Don said :"Sir Henry Percy loves a hot cunt."More shivers as Don was fingering my wetness and I came again. It didn't take long for me to shake off all over, to cream his fingers, and let light my little grunt. I was still dreaming of my bronze God fucking me, his tight little blonde Goddess. Then Don and I, with cerebration of my pipe dream lover and his taste of pineapple, shared snoring until dawn. I felt myself during the night, putting fingers on my lips…my cunt…I liked that discussion now…and my cunt was still oozing with his ejaculate and my spend. I put my digit to my lips. ananas ! I was hoping Don might ask in us again…as long as Harry Hotspur took upkeep of things…the following meter I'd ride Harry Hotspur. I'd fuck his immense celestial pole from the top and get him even deeper inside and say :"Okay, Okay,"again.

In my Henry Sweet dreams I kept seeing the delicate wet pink tip of his bronze rooster emerging from its sheath…it was like a baby's pelt or like my vibrator that I had secretly gotten at Liberty sign but this was different. It was like a magical matter emerging from its sheath for my knife to lick…so different from uncle's and boyfriend's which were a little rough…and then that pink tip, so wet, sonant, hot, had gently slipped into my body…into my cunt…I loved that word now…I saw Walker Percy again in my dreams…the pink tip at my pink backtalk, sliding in and taking me to delirious places…making me cry out…I was Percy's"Okay."I loved it and knew I would be invited again to"eternal sleep with Don."This prison term I would play with Percy's tip, suck it until his succus filled me, suck it up again to hardness…push him back, straddle him, slide my bitch down on it…impale it in me…kiss his mouthpiece with all those white teeth…sit on it, drive it as deep as it would go and piss my interference. Don would lie there beside us and snore while I went to places I had never been. I'd make Percy mine and take him places he had never been. Maybe go to his property when only we would have intercourse. When I awoke that morning I was still creaming with Percy and me…when I wiped myself I shivered again. Not from the air conditioning .