Chapter Twelve – Bora Bora
Our 4-day stay on Moorea was both a wonderful time and an extremely rewarding one, especially for Gale. She managed to fuck Jacque 4 times in three days.
We boarded our flight to Bora Bora on a 20-passenger twin-engine prop from Moorea that took about 1 hour of flight time. The views of the South Pacific and the various islands below were both breathtaking and exciting from 10,000 feet.
When we boarded, there was a beautiful woman about 30 years old sitting at the rear bulkhead, alone. Gale and I couldn’t help but notice that she had her legs parted and showed the insides of her wonderful thighs and a pair of white panties exposed for our viewing pleasure. Her labia were full and plump and filled her panties with a bulge that brought me to full hardness in seconds. My mind went into “I would really like to fuck you” mode. Who knows what evil lies in the minds of men?
It also immediately reminded me of my high school days, while sitting in study hall in the cafeteria, peeking over the top of my book, attempting to get a glimpse of the girl's vagina-covered panties.
The very best times of your life were when you were in high school. You’ve reached puberty; your brain was filled with new and exciting experiences, and you were always horny.
I’ll always remember almost getting caught fucking Valere under the baby grand piano on the stage of the gymnasium. I remember taking her there during lunch hour, slipping down her panties to find a full and delicious cunt just dripping in desire. We damn near were discovered by our janitor, who heard her whimpering with each thrust of my cock into her. When we heard him exit the gym, I continued to fuck her until I pulled out and shot my cum all over the stage floor. God knows it needed a waxing anyway.
A quick 45 minutes from Moorea to this pebble of an outlying island, we step from a small plane to the runway, and from the runway to the tiny terminal. We spot our luggage (BOB, says the airport acronym on the tags). From the scuffed floors of the waiting area, they behold possibly the most seductive vista available from any airport waiting room on Earth: those green island peaks, rising ragged and abruptly from the tranquil blue lagoon. Around the peaks, above the palm groves, nestle pink-tinged clouds. It just doesn’t look real.
On the horizon, there was a speck that became a tall, blunt mountain with cliffs dropping sheer into the sea. About the base of the mountain, narrow fingers of land shot off, forming magnificent bays, while about the whole was thrown a coral ring of absolute perfection, dotted with small motus on which palms grew. The lagoon thus subtended was a crystal blue, the beaches were a dazzling white, and ever on the outer reef the spray leaped mountainously in the air. That was Bora Bora from aloft. When you stepped upon it, the dream expanded
Now we are whisked across the water toward the green peaks. This is the only way to reach Bora-Bora proper from its airport, which sits across a reef-encircled lagoon on a satellite island, or motu. As the 40-foot motorboat proceeds, we glimpse fleeting details along the shore: the white plume of a backyard trash fire, the small fishing boats tied up near a beach. Bora-Bora has a population of fewer than 2,000 on 14 square miles. Its single main road traces a 20-mile circle around the island’s perimeter.
Upon arrival in Bora Bora, a small watercraft met us for transport to our Hotel. Originally built in the late 1970s as a luxury retreat for the production of the 1979 film Hurricane, the resort was commissioned by producer Lawrence De Laurentis. The movie was filmed entirely on location in Bora Bora, and De Laurentis commissioned 40 original garden bungalows to accommodate the film crew. This was really paradise, staying where Mia Farrow and Jason Robards, Jr. had stayed while filming the movie. They added 4 over-the-water bungalows a few years later, and we were very fortunate to have booked one. The beauty of the place was breathtaking.
Gale and I looked like we had just arrived from Hollywood ourselves, not to be vain, however, me in my jungle hat and Gale in cornrows, looking like Bo, we were definitely noticed. We really were a gorgeous couple.
In 1996, Bora Bora was still a very remote island, with only 6 small resorts to serve about 500 guests. The one that really grabbed our attention was “The Club Med,” a French-owned company, well known for its abundance of great-looking women who vacationed there, with one thing in mind: getting fucked by as many men as time permitted during their stay. Also, full frontal nudity was not only allowed but encouraged within the clubs’ confines.
It was approaching noontime after our check-in and getting everything settled in our bungalow, so we headed for the main restaurant for lunch. The restaurant was a beautiful thatched-roof structure with elegant wood furnishings. As we sat down, the young woman from our flight, whom I had the instant hard on fantasizing about, walked in and sat down at the table right next to ours. A few minutes had passed when Gale casually started a small conversation with her. A few minutes after that, we asked her to join us. She accepted, and we spent the better part of the next hour chatting about Bora Bora and its beauty and other small talk.
She happened to be a travel journalist from The LA Times writing a featured travel article on French Polynesia. She was single, 32 years old, had no children from previous marriages or relationships, and was nearly as beautiful as Gale. Gale found an immediate connection with her, in more ways than one. Gale had her eyes on eating that wonderful pussy that lay beneath those white panties that we had gazed upon a few short hours ago.
Julie stated that she was in Bora Bora for just two days, and then off to another island called Raiatea, which was even more remote than Bora Bora. Gale asked Julie if she could join us for dinner later that evening, which Julie quickly agreed to.
That afternoon was taken up by us renting a small version of a jeep to tour the island and its 20 miles of coastline. I wanted to also get many photos of Gale, naked in the lagoon, with her beautiful body and her hair dressed in cornrows. Gale had the most spectacular bush that framed her pelvic area and tits that were meant for a Playboy shoot. It was a wonderful start to our time in paradise.
Julie met us in the bar area of the restaurant, looking like a goddess. Dark auburn hair, a dark complexion from her Italian heritage, and a set of tits that brought tears to your eyes, all extenuated by the strapless floral dress she was wearing. Dinner went along perfectly, with the three of us truly enjoying one another's company. It was then that Gale couldn’t contain herself any longer and just came out with it and said that she would like to sleep with her. Julie didn’t flinch an eyebrow and said I hoped you would ask that question. I’m gay and have been salivating about you since the airplane ride. Soon after, it was off to our bungalow for a nightcap.
As the three of us entered our bungalow, it wasn’t 30 seconds before the two of them were kissing and fondling each other, with both wearing dresses; their hands quickly going up each other's skirts and fingers grasping for the sweetness of their vaginas. Needless to say, I was in 7th heaven just watching the lust they were demonstrating for one another.
Julie then quickly moved Gale to the bed, after removing her dress, panties, and bra, and spread her out like a snow angel, and with her mouth, went straight for Gale's cunt. She began to tongue and suck Gale’s labia, then used her fingers to spread her lips so she could get at Gale’s now swollen and protruding clit. I couldn’t take the passion in my loins any longer, and slipped out of my clothes, my cock pointing at high noon, and proceeded to slip off Julie’s dress and panties, and placed her in a doggy position and began eating her pussy and licking her anus, her pussy dripping with her juices.
After several minutes of hearing Gale’s sighs of enjoyment and watching her legs begin to tremble, I entered Julie’s cunt with my cock, as Julie turned her head, not realizing its size until I was fully in her up to my balls. She began to suck Gale’s cunt with enthusiasm now, while Gale let out a soft scream that she was about to cum. And like a symphony, it happened. All three of us came simultaneously: Gale in Julie’s mouth, Julie from my cock in her cunt, and me, a full load of 5 huge spurts. Wow, we all three just collapsed in one big sweaty mess, kissing one another and holding each other for the minutes that followed. It was like magic.
Julie was lying on her back when Gale decided she wanted a little more, so she quickly placed her head between Julie’s legs and sucked my cum from her vagina. Julie wasn’t done either, as she grabbed Gale’s head and ground it into her pussy until a minute later Julie came once again into Gale’s mouth. Gale received a two-for-one that evening. What a night to remember.
The three of us sat on our bed and chatted for another ½ hour before we said our goodbyes. I asked Julie if she minded me fucking her, and she stated that she prefers women and using a strap-on or dildos, rather than a cock in her, because most men are a turn-off to her. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed me, and that was the first man's cock she’d had in her in many years. She then agreed to join us on the motu the next day for a picnic, just the three of us. Oh my.
Bora Bora continues next with Julie on the motu, and Club Med, a fuck fest for the ages.
