Oz Beach Boy's Summer Resort Fun

"Oh, my goodness," Meredith said with a slur. "Really?"

"Sven loved it," Mona said with a giggle. "He loved every minute of it, pal!"

"That's beside the point, ladies," Greg said with a conspiratorial giggle. "You can't molest the staff...but he did say you were very good at what you were doing, ma'am."

"Ha," Mona howled. "You bet your ass I am! I've gotten more off the wrist than a card dealer in Vegas!"

"Okay, ladies," Greg said quietly, and placed the bottle of champagne on the table. "Your buggy is waiting outside...with a female driver, Helena. Please enjoy this bottle of complimentary champagne back at your cabin and have a lovely time. Goodnight, ladies."

"Alright, alright," Mona mumbled and dragged herself up out of her chair. "We're going, Greg. Don't you worry no more, handsome. You can officially stick a fork in us...these bitches from Michigan are done!"

"Thank you for the champagne, Greg, that's mighty nice of you," Meredith said, and lurched up awkwardly to leave. "We'll see you again, Greg, but we'll try and behave next time. Once the booze gets its claws into us, we forget that we're ladies and we turn into barbarians. You're lucky we don't rip all your clothes off, Greg!"

"We ain't ladies, Merry," Mona slurred and grumbled. "Stop speechifying and talkin' so fancy."

"Thank you, ladies," Greg said with a forced smile. "You take care of yourselves."

With Greg watching them all the way, Meredith and Mona staggered out of The Indeko Lounge, laughing wildly and clutching their expensive bottle of complimentary champagne. Their night of boozing and carousing would have to continue back at their cabin.

With their smirking, bemused female driver, Helena, giggling knowingly at them all the way, Meredith and Mona sang and howled for the entire brief journey back to their extremely comfortable accommodation.

"Hey, sweetheart," Mona mumbled with a slur to Helena once she'd practically crawled out of the buggy. "We've got a question for you."

"No, I don't want to come in for a drink," attractive young Helena responded quickly with a laugh.

"No, no...it ain't that, Helena," Mona said with a smile. "You sure are cute though. Sweetheart, we've heard rumours there's a young guy that works here with an enormous dick who'll butter just about anybody's biscuit. We're horned up as all fuck, and we've been trying to find him. Is this guy real, or are we wasting our time? Do you know anything, Helena?"

"Well, I actually prefer the muffin to the sausage, so I'm not really an authority on this subject," Helena said, and started up the buggy's engine, "but I did overhear some of my colleagues this morning talking about a guy on staff..."

"Oh, yes?" Meredith prompted enthusiastically from the kerb. "Yes, sweetie? Do tell..."

"One of the bar staff was telling another girl that she'd spent the night with an island co-worker," Helena said, and then paused. "She said he was some kind of sex addict...he went down on her for ages..."

"Yes?" Meredith prompted. "And?"

"She also said he had the biggest penis she'd ever seen," Helena said with a smile, and then started to steer the buggy away from the cabin and back onto the road. "She said it was almost down to his knees."

Meredith and Mona stood open-mouthed at the kerb in front of their cabin, and watched Helena's buggy zoom away down the road and off into the night. The two best friends from Climax, Michigan turned to look at each other, and then smiled broadly, both truly ecstatic.

"He's real, Mac," Meredith said with a gasp. "The Dangling Dong From Down Under is not a myth! He's real!"

"He's real, Merry...and he's here," Mona responded with a wicked smile. "If ol' horse cock was pumping a cutie last night, then he's obviously on the island right now. We'll find him, Merry, I can..."

"Feel it in your clitoris?" Meredith asked with a laugh.

"You betcha, baby," Mona howled. "That thing is going off like a motherfucking fire alarm!"

Medika Island...Day Three...Early Afternoon...

"It sure is beautiful, ain't it?" Mona asked. "It's a natural wonder."

"It certainly is," Meredith responded. "I'm so glad we came to Medika Island. It's truly stunning."

At a small clearing near a tiny, completely deserted beach, surrounded by a thick green canopy of trees, and serenaded by the sweet sound of fluttering native Australian birds, Meredith and Mona were staring right at a young guy's bare ass.

Clearly unaware that he was being watched, the handsome, lightly muscled, completely naked young man walked down the clean white sand toward the crystal-clear water, his tight glutes flexing all the way, and his pile of discarded clothes lumped on the ground behind him.

"I think we should go down and say hello, Merry," Mona said to her best friend with a cheeky wink. "What do you think?"

"I couldn't agree more," Meredith said with a wicked smile, her adult braces glinting in the summer sun. "Let's take him by surprise."

After sleeping off their considerable booze binge from the night before, Meredith and Mona had opted to take an exploratory bush walk. They were yet to truly take a look around by foot, and Meredith was especially excited to get outside and get moving.

"We can't stay in bed all day," Meredith had said enthusiastically late in the morning. "We can do that at home. Let's get out and about, Mac."

"Oh, fuck," Mona had grumbled. "I was gonna lie in bed and pinch the princess while thinking about Sven from last night."

"You can twang your meringue later, Mac," Meredith barked, and the two best friends were soon up and out of bed.

Meredith and Mona took a handful of aspirin, guzzled a jug of water, and made out for the day, soon bashing their way through the gorgeous rainforest trails of Medika Island, their bodies covered in sweat. The fresh air helped with the ladies' cloudy heads, but their stomachs continued to flip and flop all the way during their walk.

The initially hesitant Mona eventually began to enjoy herself, and she was bolstered by Meredith's constant positivity and encouragement. When the two women only barely spotted a tiny, picturesque beach obscured by trees, they made their way down a practically invisible trail through the bushes toward the sand for a look.

It was worth it. Meredith and Mona gasped with shock when they saw a young man from behind stripping off his clothes. Hidden behind a thick swathe of bush and trees, the two women watched in wonder as the hot young guy finally got down to his skimpy, ass-hugging swimming trunks...and then slid them off too!

"The guy is buck fucking naked," Mona whispered. "Not a stitch!"

"Just the way we like 'em, Mac," Meredith said with a giggle. "Young and totally nude!"

Meredith and Mona stealthily made their way through the bushes and then onto the sand of the tiny beach. While the hot young naked guy was submerged in the water, the two women gathered up his clothes and then dumped them behind a small outcropping of rocks. They had him...the hot young naked guy was theirs.

With big, broad smiles, Meredith and Mona walked down toward the shore until they were ankle-deep in water. The two women stood with their arms folded, and then waited joyously for their hapless young victim to realise that he'd been caught red-handed -- red-cocked? --skinny dipping.

As Meredith and Mona watched on, the hot young naked guy's head eventually broke the surface of the water, and he slowly stood up, sweeping the wet hair from his face, and revealing a lean, lightly muscled torso. Just as his crotch was about to clear the water too, the hot young naked guy stopped, opened his eyes, and then screamed when he saw Meredith and Mona standing on the shore.

"We've caught you, pal," Mona said loudly. "We know you're bare-ass naked down there."

"And we'd like to see your johnson, please," Meredith added. "We've hidden your clothes. Walk right out of the water, and we might give them back."

"We might have a little fun with you first though," Mona said with a very, very wicked smile. "We've got you, pal."

"Oh, my god," the hot young naked guy said. "It's you..."

At exactly the same time, Meredith and Mona realised that they actually knew who this hot young naked guy was. Both women smiled big naughty smiles as they looked at his wondrously nude body...it was Greg, the assistant manager who very politely threw them out of The Indeko Lounge the night before.

"Well, hello, Greg," Meredith said with a giggle. "Nice to see you again! Enjoying a nude swim, huh?"

"Givin' your snake a little water, pal?" Mona added with a laugh. "Lettin' your big guy float, huh?"

"Um, yeah," Greg replied nervously. "Only the staff really know about this beach...it's not on the official maps of the island. We often get down here naked. I've got the day off. It was hot."

"It looks like we've got the asshole who bounced us last night right where we want him, Merry," Mona sniggered. "Naked and alone!"

"Well, Greg wasn't really an asshole about it, Mac," Meredith said thoughtfully. "He gave us a free bottle of champagne and organised a ride back to the cabin for us. He wasn't an asshole at all, Mac."

"Geez, I guess you're right, Merry," Mona said after a long pause. "This actually would have been better if he was an asshole! I still want to see his pussy-pounder though, don't you?"

"Yes, I think I do," Meredith said with a giggle. "I'd like to see Greg's vagina-violator...I'd like to see it very much."

"Plus, we need to check if it's him," Mona said. "Greg's cute, young and fit, and he seems like a nice guy. He fits the description."

"Okay, Greg...out of the water," Meredith said firmly. "Let's go! It's time to show us what you've got."

"And don't you dare cover your twig and berries," Mona added. "Hands at your sides...full reveal, stud!"

"Okay, okay...I can't believe you're doing this to me," Greg said, and then slowly rose out of the water, first revealing a sexily flat stomach, then a thick spread of dark pubic hair, and then...an only slightly above-average size penis.

"Oh, well," Meredith said with a sigh as Greg walked out of the water and onto the shore in front of the two ladies. "Greg's not our man either...but his thing sure is pretty."

"It's a cute one...it's a very nice rooster indeed...and the man that comes with it is pretty hot too," Mona said, and quickly started to unzip her shorts, which tightly hugged her big, thick, meaty thighs. "Shall we double-team Greg right here on the beach, Merry? We can break our island dry spell. Do you want to fuck him first, or shall I?"

"You go first, Mac," Meredith said, and unbuttoned her shorts. "You know I'm always okay with seconds, girlfriend. I don't mind my meat tenderised."

"Wait, wait...don't do this," Greg said urgently. "I'm married...I've got two daughters. I'm a faithful husband. I don't want to do this, please. Come on...give me back my clothes, please."

"Well, cook me like a chicken," a stunned Mona groaned, and then quickly zipped up her shorts. "That is a motherfucking, pussy-drying mood killer right there, ain't it?"

"It sure is," Meredith responded, and buttoned up her pants. "I don't want to do that to Greg...he seems like a nice guy. He was okay to us last night, and he actually doesn't want to cheat on his wife. We shouldn't mess with that. I don't want to take him, Mac. That wouldn't be fair on him."

"Yeah, yeah...I tell you what though," Mona said with a giggle. "I wouldn't mind seeing Greg windmill that thing though...he's not our guy, but he's still got a decent pee-pee. That's a fair trade-off, huh?"

"Yeah...you windmill your johnson for us, Greg," Meredith said with a shrieking laugh. "You'll give us ladies a sexy giggle, and you'll still be a good, faithful husband...just a slightly humiliated one. How does that grab ya, Greg?"

"Oh, my god...I can't believe this," Greg mumbled, "but it's not too much to ask, I guess."

"Go on, Greg...swing that sweet thing," Meredith said encouragingly. "Give it a big ol' twirl!"

As Meredith and Mona watched intently, Greg held his arms up at his sides, and then began to swivel his hips, slowly forcing his above-average size penis to swing around in a smooth, circular motion, cutting through the humid summer air just like a windmill. Greg picked up speed until his dick really started to spin at pace, actually looking more like the propellor of a plane.

"Woo hoo," Mona howled. "Look at that thing go! Greg, you're really picking up speed!"

"It's really spinning...he looks like he's gonna take off," Meredith said with a giggle, and mimed a serious, deep-voiced airline pilot. "All aboard for D-I-C-K Airlines! First stop: Pussy Town!"

With his muscles tightened and taut, and a look of great concentration on his handsome face, Greg kept spinning his dick for a few minutes until he finally began to, well, peter out. Greg slumped his shoulders, steadied his hips, and then lightly grabbed his penis with his right hand, signalling that the lurid little beachside show was indeed over.

"Very impressive, Greg," Mona said with a chuckle. "You're a handsome man with a nice trouser snake indeed."

"Thanks, that's nice of you to say...I guess," Greg said with a frown.

"We should ask him," Meredith added. "We've got leverage. We won't give his clothes back until he tells us the truth about King Dong Of Medika Island."

"What are you talking about?" naked Greg asked inquisitively with a giggle. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Greg, one of the reasons we chose to holiday on Medika Island were some reviews we read online," Mona explained slowly. "They spoke about a male staffer with an enormous penis who likes to have sex with all kinds of women...older ones, bigger ones...you name it. But none of the reviews said what his name was."

"Greg, in short," Meredith added with a smile, "we came here to get laid by this guy. We've been trying to find him, but we've had no luck."

"And no offence, pal," Mona said and pointed right at Greg's slightly above-average size penis, "but we now know it ain't you."

"This staffer is said to have a bush-basher nearly down to his knees," Meredith added. "Yours is pretty and all, but it's not quite that big."

"Yeah, thanks," Greg said with a frown.

"Greg, do you know who The Monster Cock Of Medika Island is?" Mona asked firmly. "Be honest, or we won't tell you where your clothes are, and you can walk back to the resort in the nude. Everyone will see your belt-bottle. You'll be a laughing stock."

"Okay, okay...yeah...yeah, I know who it is," Greg said with a smile after a very, very long pause. "It's a guy called Matt. He's a dive instructor and life guard, and he works the bar sometimes too. He's a cool guy. He looks like a model or movie star. He's your man, ladies."

"How do you know?" Mona asked quietly. "Are you sure, Greg? Or are you bullshitting us?"

"I'd heard stories about how many women this guy has slept with here on the island," Greg replied, "so I flat-out asked him about it when we were having a post-work drink one night. Matt told me he just likes to have sex with women...he can't help himself...he's had sex with a lot of women here...all types of women...he thinks he might be a sex addict."

"My kind of guy," Mona said, laughing.

"And what about his, um, manhood?" Meredith asked, and winced slightly. "Is it really that big?"

"Matt prefers to shower alone, but I walked in on him in the staff change room once," Greg replied, and then paused dramatically. "It's a monstrosity...it's almost unnatural what Matt's packing down there."

Medika Island...Day Three...Late Afternoon...

Meredith and Mona stood on Medika Island's main beach in their swimsuits, both with a sensible sarong wrapped modestly around their lower bodies. Meredith's straw-like yellow hair was covered with a big, floppy sun-hat, while Mona's dark curls hung loose on her fleshy shoulders. The two best friends sipped on their Mojitos and looked longingly over at the tiny lifeguard's station further down the sand.

Standing next to the small wooden platform was Matt, his bulging biceps beautifully shown off by his tight, blue lifeguard's t-shirt, which hugged his heavily muscled torso to extremely dramatic and sexy effect. His tight white shorts showcased his long, lean, muscled legs.

Deeply tanned, and with long, sandy brown hair hanging down way past his broad shoulders, Matt was an extraordinarily handsome man, his facial features strong and chiselled, and his eyes a rich, dark, soulful shade of brown. His lips were full, his gaze was intense, and he gave off an almost primal air of threatening sexual allure. Basically, Matt really looked like he knew how to fuck.

Earlier that day, with his exposed dick swinging on the tiny secluded beach, hapless and wholly vulnerable Greg had reluctantly informed Meredith and Mona of hunky Matt's whereabouts for the rest of the day in exchange for the return of his clothes.

Like jungle cats on heat, Meredith and Mona were now on the prowl...and Matt was their prey. Though they still didn't have rock-solid evidence, the two best friends were now almost finally certain of the identity of The Killer Cock Of Queensland...and they were circling it.

"Geez, he's just so handsome," Meredith whispered in the hot summer air. "He looks like a movie star...or a model."

"I'd like to strip him and hoover his turtle-head right there on the sand," Mona said wickedly. "Do you think I'd get in trouble, Merry?"

"Yes, Mac, I do," Meredith replied. "After what we've collectively done to Grant, Sven and Greg, I think we'd literally be thrown off Medika Island as rampant sex pests!"

"Yeah, you're right, Merry, as always...we can have a chat though, can't we?" Mona asked. "Surely they can't lock us up for flirting a little bit, right?"

"I think we're okay to do that," Meredith replied. "There's no law against a little flirting, Mac. Let's go."

Mojitos in hand, and with big smiles plastered across their blotchy, embarrassingly sun-burned faces, Meredith and Mona quickly crossed the clean sand of Medika Island's main beach, and walked right up to lolling Matt next to the lifeguard's platform.

"Hey, how ya doin'?" Mona asked Matt with a smile. "Have you done any rescues today? Had to administer mouth-to-mouth to anyone?"

"I'm doing good, thank you," Matt replied in a deep, sexy, sonorous voice. "No rescues today, ladies. Everybody is safe and happy. How are you enjoying Medika Island?"

"We love it," Meredith replied. "It's gorgeous. We're having a really lovely time."

"That's great to hear," Matt said with a warm smile, and swept his long hair off his face with his right hand. "I'm Matt, by the way. Are you lovely ladies from the states?"

"Oh, yes, we are...I'm Meredith, and this is my best friend, Mona," Meredith replied. "We're from the little village of Climax, Michigan."

"Wow, cool...it's nice to meet you, ladies...have you seen all the sights?" Matt asked with a warm smile. "Have you experienced everything Medika Island has to offer?"

"Well, obviously not everything," Mona cooed absurdly, and then looked right at Matt's crotch.

"We went to The Great Barrier Reef, which was glorious, and we've been all around the island itself," Meredith interjected, and raked her eyes up and down Matt's heavily muscled and sexily hairy arms and legs.

"Yeah," Mona quickly interrupted, and gave Matt a smile so sleazy that Meredith almost choked on her Mojito. "We found this tiny, secluded little beach earlier today...and we swam there naked...completely nude...we took off all our clothes and swam in the ocean like water nymphs. It was so sexy...I don't know if that's against the rules."

"It was so sensual," Meredith added, joining in with Mona's overtly sexual and utterly ridiculous brand of flirting. "The feel of the cool water on my naked breasts was amazing...and the sun on my bare ass...so sexy. We laid in the sun for hours with nothing on...it was summer heaven, Matt. It was like The Garden Of Eden."