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Subject: {ASSM} RP  Island Paradise  Part 6  M/F+, F/F+
Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 6 of ?) -
                      M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Despite the intense three-some I shared with both Pamela
and Amy the evening before, my morning did not get off to a
very good start.  Around 7:00am or so, there was a knock at
the main door to my personal suite which jarred me from a
very peaceful and relaxing sleep.
   I did not mind the fact that whomever was knocking had
woke me up, even at such an early hour.  What bothered me
was that Pamela and Amy, both of whom had fallen asleep in
my arms after our mind-blowing experience here just hours
earlier, were no longer in bed with me.  In fact, they were
not anywhere to be found in the whole suite.  I quietly
wondered to myself where they had went off to - and why.
   However, that paled in comparison to the bad news I was
about to receive.  Whoever was at my door knocked again, so
I stumbled out of bed and threw on some clothes.  Then, I
made my way over to the door and opened it, only to find the
luscious Gianna standing before me.
   For an instant, I thought the Italian-American had come
here to seduce me - just as Amy and Pamela did the evening
before.  However, the look on her face told me differently.
Without going into great detail here, let me just say that
Gianna had come to the conclusion that spending the summer
on the island with myself and the others was a mistake.
   Gianna had nothing against me or the other ladies.  Her
problem, as she explained it to me, was that she had lived
with her family for all of her 21 years.  Even being away
from them for just a couple of days, Gianna told me, she
missed them very much.  Her case of being homesick was not
aided by the fact that we had ten more weeks left on the
island.  Gianna wanted to go home.
   I was disappointed, to say the least, but had prepared
for something like this if it were to happen (more on that
in a bit).  I believe Gianna was afraid that I would be
upset or angry with her, but that wasn't the case.  I told
her that it was only natural to miss her life at home.  If
Gianna missed it so much that she wanted to return, I was
willing to send her back home.
   I explained this to her, and the temptress was very
thankful for my calm demeanor and response.  Again, Gianna
said she wanted to go home.  I told her to go and get her
things together, and I would have her on an airplane headed
back to the United States within three hours.
   Gianna went onto say that she had no money and could not
afford a ticket.  I told her not to worry about it; I would
take care of all the travel arrangements.  Just before she
left my suite, I again told her to get ready for the trip,
and say her final good-byes to the others.
   As a result of this, I suddenly had a lot of work to do.
I called the airline back on the mainland, and booked Gianna
on a 10:00am flight to Los Angeles.  There, she would fly to
New York and board a connector to her home of Rhode Island.
I also had to call a friend of mine who owned a helicopter
and ask him to take her from here to the mainland.  Since it
was such short notice, he wanted to be paid double his usual
fee.  I did not like that, but gave in to his demands because
my first priority right now was getting Gianna back home.
   I had promised all of the ladies except one a cashier's
check for $50,000 at the end of the summer for their time
and services over the next ten weeks.  The one who wouldn't
get $50,000 would receive $500,000 instead.  No one knew, of
course, just what the criteria was for getting the big money.
   The pay-outs had been worked into the contracts each and
every one of the ladies had signed.  But it was also made
clear, in those same contracts, that leaving the island early
(as Gianna was about to do) would result in no compensation.
   I wrote that into each contract to basically cover myself.
But I couldn't send Gianna home empty-handed.  I decided to
dip into my cash vault and come up with $10,000 for her.  She
could use it toward going back to college in Rhode Island.
That was one of her personal goals in life.

   Torrie, who had shared both a room and bed with Gianna
the past couple of days, was rather distraught that her new
lover was leaving.  But I think she understood.  The two
said good-bye for the final time at 9:00am - never to see
each other again.  I then took Gianna to the other side of
the island in my Jeep, to the helicopter landing pad.
   While waiting for my pilot friend to show up, I gave the
Italian-American all the information she needed about her
flight schedule.  I also surprised her with $10,000 in cash.
She took it, very grateful while telling me how generous I
was, then rewarded me with a full kiss on the lips.  Seconds
later, though, the helicopter landed.  Her ride was here.
   I paid the pilot his fee and then watched the chopper
fly away until it disappeared in the distance.  I felt a
bit of sadness.  Gianna had real potential for what I was
looking for on the island this summer.  She was friendly
and outgoing, and very submissive.  Unfortunately, the
situation with her did not work out.

   However, as I said earlier, I had prepared for such an
event if it were to occur.

   Six ladies had been chosen to spend the summer here with
me, and they came from thousands of applicants.  I actually
kept the top ten choices on file.  Numbers seven through ten
could be called upon and asked to become a late entrant to
the island, if one of the top six were to leave early.
   Number seven happened to be a 20-year-old from Illinois
by the name of Lisa.  After speaking with the airline about
Gianna's accommodations, I looked up Lisa's telephone number
and asked her if she would like to come to the island.  With
a chance at $500,000 and a summer full of sex in what truly
was a tropical paradise, the engaging and lively young woman
was more than eager to accept my offer.
   In fact, Lisa wanted to get on a plane right away, but I
told her the flight would have to wait until tomorrow.  I
also said that I would give her another call later in the day
with all the travel information and details she would need.

   If I had any luck, Lisa and Torrie would hit it off real
well.  That way, they could be room-mates.  The separate
pairings of Lindsay/Trish and Pamela/Amy had worked out to
perfection thus far.  Hopefully, the same could happen with
the duo of Lisa and Torrie.  Otherwise, the room assignments
would have to be juggled - but I didn't want to do that.

                           * * *

   It had already been a hectic day when I barely made it to
the 10:00am breakfast on time.  All five ladies were present
and prepared to sink their teeth into the wonderful buffet
which had been laid out in front of them by Louisa, the
housekeeper.  But at the same time, there seemed to be a
gloomy nature around the room.  Torrie was still pretty upset
about Gianna leaving, and the others missed her as well.
   I wanted to ask Pamela and Amy why they had left my bed
the prior evening, after we had fallen asleep.  But I didn't
want to do it in front of everyone.  When I got the chance,
I would ask them about it in private and see if there was
anything wrong.  I just couldn't imagine why they had left.
   Everything had to be perfect; especially for Pamela and
Amy, who were my favorites thus far.  That was my top
priority, not only for those two but for all of the girls.
I wanted nothing negative to happen during the summer for
everyone here.  Unfortunately, Gianna's leaving ruined my
illusion of grandeur.  Negativity had to kept at a minimum.

   Before I sat down for breakfast myself, I decided to
address the ladies on the situation at hand.  "I'm sure
Torrie has told all of you about Gianna, and that she left
us earlier this morning."  The ladies nodded their heads in
unison, with subdued expressions.  "This news has obviously
made all of us feel sad and depressed."  I paused and added,
"I don't like these types of feelings floating around the
island.  All of us are here to have a good time this summer;
the time of our lives.  We don't need to feel any sadness."
   "I only knew Gianna for a couple of days," Torrie said,
"but I already cared about her a great deal.  I can't say
I'm surprised about her decision, though.  She did seem kind
of distant from the rest of us... in a different world."
   "Gianna missed her home life the moment she left it," I
countered, looking at Torrie.  "She told me all about it
this morning before I sent her back to Rhode Island.  She
is very close to her parents, and the rest of her family."
   "I guess I'm the only one who didn't get the chance to
have sex with her," Pamela said.  "I missed the daisy-chain
down on the beach yesterday.  I would have liked to have sex
with Gianna but I guess that's not going to happen now."

   I didn't get a chance with Gianna, either... but that was
beside the point.  Pamela was referring to the other girls.

   I cleared my throat and continued, "As I was saying, I do
not like bad feelings going around the island.  I would like
to know if any of you are having second thoughts about coming
to the island with us for the summer."  Fortunately, no one
spoke up.  "Lindsay and Amy still live with their family,
just like Gianna."  I looked at both of them.
   "I miss my family, sure," Lindsay said.  "But I don't miss
them enough to go back home to them.  I'm having the time of
my life here on the island.  I never want to leave."
   Amy chimed in, "I'm old enough - 26 - to be away from my
family for awhile.  I don't have a problem handling it.
Plus, like Lindsay, I love it here."
   "The rest of you," I said, "Trish, Torrie and Pamela...
you all live alone or have room-mates.  None of you have a
hunger to return to your real lives just yet?"

   All of them shook their head.  That was good to see.

   "Excellent," was my response.  "Of course, feelings may
change in the future and if they do, please come to me and
we'll talk about it.  I just hope it doesn't come to that.
All of us are depressed by Gianna leaving, and I don't want
anyone else to go, either."
   "We're all here for the rest of the summer," Pamela said
in a confident tone.
   "Who is going to be my room-mate now?" Torrie asked.
   "You can move in with us, sweetheart," Trish said, which
brought a smile to Torrie's face.  "I'm sure Lindsay would
not mind sharing our bed with you."
   "Not at all," the 18-year-old chimed in.
   "Those plans sound good for tonight," I told the group,
"but tomorrow evening a replacement for Gianna will be here."
   "A replacement?" Amy asked, puzzled.
   "Yes," I replied.  "Someone to take her spot on the
island.  I like the arrangements of two ladies to each room.
Hopefully, her and Torrie can hit it off and become close.
If not, I'll have to come up with something creative as far
as the room assignments go."
   "I get along with pretty much everybody," Torrie said.
"Whoever this person is, I'm sure we'll be fine together."
   "What can you tell us about her?" Amy asked.  "I mean, I
assume this person is a woman?  You did say `her'."
   "Yes," I replied.  "A woman, a 20-year-old named Lisa.
She is from Illinois.  Just as I screened all of you very
thoroughly before you came here, I did the same to others.
Lisa was one of them.  She is sweet, friendly, down-to-earth
and very likable.  She has been bi-sexual since age 15."
   "What does she look like?" Trish asked, curious.
   "Beautiful," I replied, which brought a smile to many of
their faces.  "Just as beautiful as all of you.  Tall and
blonde, a great body and a killer smile.  You'll love her."
The spirit of the ladies seemed to pick up with those words.
They had a new toy coming - and it made them very happy.
   "Please!" I said in an energetic tone.  "Let's forget all
the sadness and move on.  Let's have breakfast now and talk
about good, happy things."

   Lisa seemed to be a definite elixir for the problems at
hand.  The only good thing about Gianna leaving the island
was that she did it early, after only two nights of being
here.  If she had stayed longer, perhaps a month, the others
would have grown more attached to her.  Quite obviously,
letting go of her then would have been much more difficult.
   The remainder of breakfast was just the way I wanted it
to be - casual and friendly.  More than anything, I think
the girls knew they had to move on from the loss of Gianna.
They weren't about to let it dampen their spirits for an
extended period of time.  I still feared some lingering
effects for Torrie, though - since she was closest to Gianna.

                           * * *

   Before any of us left the breakfast table, Trish asked
Pamela if she would like to play her in a game of tennis.
Both ladies were quite the athletic type, and it did not
surprise me when Pamela accepted the challenge.  The duo
scampered off, around the mansion, to the outdoor sporting
area.  There, one could find numerous tennis and volleyball
courts, an exercise station and even an Olympic-style track.
The adjacent golf course would only be used by me this
summer.  None of the ladies had any interest in golf.
   Lindsay, not wanting to be far from her friend and lover,
decided to follow Trish to the tennis court.  That left me
at the breakfast table with Amy and Torrie.  Torrie said she
was going to her room for awhile, to lay down.  Some of the
sadness which I hoped had disappeared was suddenly back in
her voice.  I felt sorry for the shapely blonde, but told
her to take all the time she needed in her room.

   Thus, I was left alone with Amy.  This was my chance to
ask her what happened the previous night.

   Wanting to help Louisa, my 75-year-old housekeeper, I
began to clear the table of all dishes and trays.  Amy, who
worked as a waitress back in her home state of Ohio, got the
idea and helped me in clearing the table.
   "Why did you and Pamela leave me last night?" I asked her
as we emptied dishes into the washing sink.  "I was hoping
the three of us could spend the whole night together, and
wake up in each others' arms.  I woke up this morning and
neither you or Pamela were anywhere to be found."
   Amy let loose a little giggle before smiling.  "Well, it's
a long story.  Let's just say Pamela and I met your new maid
last night.  We hit it off pretty good with her."
   "My new maid?" I asked, completely lost.  "What are you
talking about?  Louisa is the only maid here."
   "Christina," Amy said, which set off an alarm in my head.

   CHRISTINA!

   OH MY GOD!

   I had been awake for nearly four hours thus far today and
didn't have a single thought about her until just now.  I
was supposed to pick Christina up at the pier last night,
but got sidetracked when Pamela and Amy showed up at my door.
The incredible three-some with them ensued, and I all but
forgot about Christina.
   How could I have went so far today without thinking about
her?  I had been pre-occupied with Gianna, but still...
Christina was my right-hand-woman in everything that had to
do with the island.  How could I completely forget her?

   "She's quite the hot, little thing," Amy added, grinning.
"I thought Louisa was the only maid here, but then Christina
showed up last night when Pamela and I were on the beach.
She said she had pass-port problems, that's why she was
late."  Amy paused and then asked, "Why didn't you tell any
of us about her?"
   I was trying to take in everything Amy had said, and make
sense of it.  Christina was my new maid?  Christina?  How
was that possible?  How did it come about?  She wasn't a
maid.  No way.  I was mightily confused.
   The only thing I could figure was that the blonde vixen
had told Pamela and Amy that she was the new housekeeper.
But why?  One thing was for sure, though.  Louisa wasn't
going anywhere.  Her job as housekeeper was very secure.
   "Why didn't you tell any of us about Christina?" Amy
asked again.
   "I... I... didn't... want to ruin the surprise."  That
was the best answer I could come up with.  It was weak.
   Amy looked skeptical but seemed to accept the reply.  "I
am glad we're going to have a hot little thing like her
around here this summer.  She's like another Lindsay, just
a bit older.  Lindsay is a REAL, little sweetheart."
   I needed to get some answers; some clarification.  "What
exactly happened with you, Pamela and Christina?"
   Amy grinned.  "Well, Pamela and I were down at the beach
last night.  You know... sitting underneath the stars,
listening to the waves, making out with each other.  It was
real romantic."  My cock started to twitch at those words.
"All of a sudden, a boat shows up.  Pamela and I were kind
of scared at first, but out came Christina.  She introduced
herself, telling us she's the new maid here."

   The new maid?

   "We got to talking and the subject of you came up," Amy
continued.  "Pamela and I told her that we had already had
sex with you.  Christina then told us that you and her were
good friends, and that one of your fantasies was to have a
three-some with two women such as Pamela and myself."  Amy
grinned and added, "She kind of suggested that the two of us
go to your room and seduce you.  So... we did."
   Needless to say, I now had a big lump in my shorts.  But
I needed more clarification.  "Christina was not supposed to
show up until ten o'clock," were my words.  "Both you and
Pamela were at my door several minutes before ten."
   Amy shrugged her shoulders.  "I guess her boat got here
early.  I don't know."
   "Why did you and Pamela leave me last night?"  That was
my original question, but it still hadn't been answered.
   Amy took a deep breath before replying, "Well... Pamela
and I had every intention of staying with you all night
long.  But after we fell asleep, Christina came into your
suite and woke us up.  She said she was feeling kind of
horny, and wanted us to have a three-some of our own."

   NOW... my cock was throbbing.

   "Pamela and I went back to our own room, with Christina."
She grinned and added, "Nothing like a good, all-girl-fuck
at three o'clock in the morning, you know."
   I was so excited at the images which were now going
through my mind.  Throw Christina in with Pamela and Amy,
and you have the makings of a sizzling three-some.  Three
gorgeous women, all pleasuring and servicing one another...
There weren't too many more beautiful sights than that.
   But there was one more major question I had to ask.  "Do
you know where Christina is, right now?"
   Amy shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know.  We woke up
this morning and she said she had to get to work.  I was
expecting to see her helping out with breakfast.  But I
haven't seen her since she left our room this morning.  I
hope nothing happened to her; I hope she's okay."

   Christina was perfectly fine, and I had a good idea as
to where she was at.  I'd wager that she was hiding out in
the voyeur room.  No one (except me) would find her there.
However, she had a bird's eye view - thanks to the hidden
cameras and microphones - of almost everything on the island.
   In fact, I bet she was watching and spying in on this
conversation right now.  I KNEW she was...

   "I'm going to go and look for Christina," I told Amy.
   "When you find her," the red-head grinned, "please let
her know that Pamela and I hope to see her again."
   "I'll be sure to do that, dear," was my reply.
   "I guess I'll go over to the tennis court and watch Trish
and Pamela in their game," Amy said.  She giggled and added,
"Maybe Lindsay and I can play a game of our own, a make-out
game.  I think that would be fun!"  Amy gave me a kiss on the
lips, then turned and started off toward the sports complex.

   Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Amy to leave,
but LOVED to watch her go.  What a magnificent ass!  It
looked even more appealing in those skintight denim shorts...

   I took a deep breath and re-thought the situation.  There
was very little doubt in my mind that Christina was hiding
out in the voyeur room.  It was the most logical place for
her to go.  She was the only person, besides myself, who knew
it existed.  There was also very little doubt in my mind that
she had eavesdropped on the conversation I just had with Amy.
   In the kitchen, I turned and looked directly up at the air
conditioning vent above the door.  There was a small video
camera perched inside.  It was so small, in fact, that one
would have to know it was there, then look very hard to
notice it.  Even then, it would be incredibly difficult.  I
shook my head and smiled at the vent.
   "You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady."  I let
out a laugh and added, "I'll be there with you in a moment."

                           * * *

   I exited the kitchen and went through the common room, en
route for my personal suite, and ultimately the voyeur room
hidden inside.  However, before I could make it there, I met
up with Torrie.  She was standing next to the entrance of the
group shower room in the main guest hallway.
   The girls' rooms were close by, of course, and Torrie did
say she wanted to lay down for a bit, I presumed, in her bed.
I was quietly wondering to myself why she was out here in the
hallway, though.  Why wasn't she in her own room?

   Of course, before saying anything to her, I could not help
but to notice (and admire) Torrie's immense beauty.  The
25-year-old was a lifeguard among one of Los Angeles' famed
beaches, and aspired to become a dance instructor, and own
her very own studio.  Her body, of course, was proof of this.
Torrie had a lusciously-tight, 38d-24-36 figure which had
curves in all the right places, with long-flowing blonde hair
that cascaded over her smooth shoulders in shiny wavelets.
She had a very sweet-looking face and a marvelous tan, too.
   Torrie was also looking quite appealing in a loose-fitting
mini-skirt made of cotton, its color white.  In addition, she
had on a matching, vest-like top which was sleeveless.  It
was wafer-thin and a snug fit, and gave a nice hint of the
large, firm pair of breasts which it so lusciously concealed.
The top was held in by a zipper which went up its front.

   Torrie knew I was looking at her.  I cleared my throat
and turned my attention toward her face.  "Hi there," were
my opening words.  "I thought you were going to lay down?"
   Torrie stepped closer to me with a smile on her face.
"Well, I was going to.  But I decided against it."
   "Oh," I said, sensing some sexual tension.  Was Torrie
going to be the next woman who seduced me?  "Why is that?"
   The blonde shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't
think it would do any good.  I still miss Gianna but just
doing nothing, except thinking about her, would probably
make me worse.  That would happen if I were to lay down."
   I nodded my head and returned, "Understood."
   Torrie stepped even closer toward me, and now had closed
the distance.  She grinned, then spoke in a sultry tone, "I
think I know what could be my cure, though."

   Yes... Torrie was the next to seduce me.

   I stammered out in reply, "Wh-What would that-that be?"

   The 25-year-old reached for the big lump in my shorts and
stroked it with her right hand.  "A heavy dose of hard cock!"

   Isn't this island of mine a beautiful place?

   I cleared my throat once again and told her, "I think I
could help you out there."
   Torrie giggled, her lips close to mine.  "It seems as
though your cock is ALWAYS hard.  Every time I see you, you
have a big bulge in your pants."
   I laughed at her words.  "Yes, true.  I guess that happens
to a man when he is around such a group of beautiful women
who, quite obviously, want to have sex with him almost as
much as he wants it from them."
   Torrie continued stroking my cock while saying, "I want it
REAL bad."  She moaned and said, "I need a man.  I need YOU."
   I grinned and returned, "Well then... let's not keep you
waiting any longer."

   I tilted my head to the side, then leaned over and pressed
my lips upon Torrie's for a deep, soul-touching type of kiss.
   When I slipped my tongue into the blonde's luscious mouth,
Torrie moaned and then reciprocated.  She met my tongue with
her own, inside her mouth, and then they began dueling and
slip-sliding together in erotic unison.  Her arms encircled
my lower back, then she pulled me closer to her.  Her large,
heavy-set breasts felt fabulous as they squished all nice and
snug against my willing chest.
   The kiss continued as I slipped an arm around Torrie's
slender waist, only to then move my right hand down to her
sweet ass and offer it a good, hard squeeze.  The young woman
responded by reaching for my cock once again.  She grabbed it
through my shorts and resumed her earlier stroking action.
   Torrie broke the kiss, but her hand kept busy.  She looked
up at me, her eyes full of wanderlust.  "Do you know what the
one place is, where I like having sex more than any other?"
   "I don't know.  What?"
   Torrie turned her head and looked toward the closed door
to the big shower room.  "There."  She looked back at me and
added, "I've always loved fucking in the shower."
   "So do I, sweetheart," was my response.  "So do I."
   I smiled at the luscious blonde, thankful I had run into
her before making my way up to the voyeur room.  Once again,
Christina would have to wait for me...

   Torrie and I turned, then walked side-by-side into the
big, locker-room style shower room.  I kept my right hand
perched on her ass, squeezing it, while she continued to
stroke my cock through the shorts I wore.  Once inside the
shower room, Torrie closed the door behind us and offered
me yet another intense, deep kiss.
   During our exchange of both lips and tongues, I managed
to unzip the front of Torrie's top and sneak my right hand
inside.  I was delighted to come into contact with a bare
breast - meaning, the blonde had not been wearing a bra.  I
fondled her breast, playing with its nipple, then used my
other hand to peel the vest-like top from her body.  It fell
to the tiled floor of the shower room in a harmless heap.
   Torrie responded with a bold move of her own.  She dug
her hand underneath the waistband of my shorts, then reached
inside.  Our kiss was broken as I tossed my head back and
sighed - she had just wrapped her long fingers around my
throbbing erection and offered it a firm squeeze.  It wasn't
too long after this that the bombshell had pulled my shorts
down, and off.  I kicked my sandals off and now, I was
completely nude from the waist down.
   Our game of strip-the-other continued when I pressed my
lips to hers for another kiss.  I stuck my tongue deep down
her throat, never wanting to leave it.  At the same time,
though, I used both hands to yank her cotton mini-skirt
down.  It was a rather loose fit on her, and fell easily.
Torrie broke the kiss and stepped out of her mini-skirt,
then turned and led me by the cock over to the far wall.
   "I've waited for this moment since I got off the plane,"
Torrie said, her voice full of lust as she glared at me.  "I
want nothing more right now than to fuck you, Jeremy."
   On the far wall, Torrie turned the lever which caused the
shower faucet above us to come to life.  The water was cold
at first, but Torrie quickly adjusted the lever so a warm/hot
combination was shooting downward.  I quickly got rid of my
t-shirt and threw it to the other side of the room, then took
a look at the intensely beautiful woman in front of me.
   Torrie was in direct line with the shower spray.  She was
already soaking-wet, and looked fabulous.  Her long-flowing
blonde hair, all neat and styled before, had suddenly become
a complete, watery mess.  She looked heavenly...
   The young woman peered up at me through the shower water,
then pulled my body closer to hers.  Still stroking my cock,
she was the one who now initiated a heated, passionate kiss
between us.  I cannot describe how exotic the feeling was to
share a kiss with such a gorgeous woman, with warm/hot shower
water cascading down upon both of us at the very same time.
It was both a unique, and glorious, feeling.
   It did not last for long, though.  Torrie broke our kiss
yet again, only to drop to her knees on the tiled floor.
With only a pair of G-string panties on, the blonde took
a hold of my erection with both hands and began stroking it.
The hungry, excited expression upon her lovely face told me
what this was leading up to...
   "I need your cock," Torrie said, almost in a whimper.  "I
need it in my mouth.  Right now."
   Torrie removed her left hand from my erection, but kept
pumping its thick base with her right.  Then, her blonde head
darted forward and she took half of my pulsating cock between
her moist lips and into her mouth.  She continued to frig the
base of my shaft with her hand while offering its upper half
a soft, wondrous sucking.
   I moaned as Torrie's next move was to slide both of her
hands to my testicles.  She twiddled and played with the
delicate flesh of my balls, which did nothing but send
intense shockwaves of pleasure shooting throughout my body.
At the same time, the enchantress had taken the full length
of my cock into her mouth and was busy slurping away upon it.
All the while, the water from the shower head continued to
pour and beat down upon both of us.  This was incredible...

   I've said it before, but I'll say it again.  There isn't
a much better feeling in the world than a beautiful woman on
her knees in front of you, servicing your cock.  With my
situation here on the island, I had a whole group of luscious
ladies who were absolutely starved for some cock - MY cock.
This truly was an island paradise, and I was the recipient
of it.  I was very, very fortunate to have this, too...

   Torrie's pretty eyes shifted upward and caught sight of
mine.  She gave me a cock-filled smile, then giggled.  I
could feel her tongue sliding over and around my erection,
within her mouth.  The blonde continued to stare at me as
she started a slow, up-and-down bobbing motion with her head.
   Torrie tickled my balls with her fingertips as she soon
began using short, quick head-strokes.  With my shaft firmly
embedded in her mouth, she bobbed her head up-and-down at a
furious, but short-distanced, pace.

   I was still moaning out my approval for what this goddess
was doing to me.  However, through the constant spray of
water and the hot steam filling the shower room, I saw
something on the side wall which caught my attention.
   To the unknowing person, it was an emergency light.  That
is what it looked like - and no one (without knowing) could
ever think any differently about it.  However, the device was
actually a video camera.  A very sophisticated camera, too.
   As Torrie continued to give me an expert blowjob, I looked
directly at the device and offered a knowing grin.  Even
though I hadn't found her yet, I KNEW that Christina was in
the voyeur room right now... watching myself and Torrie as we
did our thing here in the shower.
   I let out another moan not because of Torrie, but due to
the thought which suddenly went through my mind.  I could
picture Christina, my tender princess, in the voyeur room
right now.  I could see her slumped in a chair, all of her
clothes off, with several fingers buried between her spread
thighs as she spied on Torrie and myself.  In fact, I KNEW
that was what she was doing right now.  Watching others have
sex really got her off - and she LOVED to masturbate.

   With a forearm, Torrie brushed a long mane of wet, sticky
blonde hair away from her face and continued to pay erotic
homage to my cock.  Instead of a up-and-down bobbing motion,
now the lust-queen was wildly bouncing her head upon my cock.
   My body stiffened and I let out a growl.  I was about set
to cum.  Torrie realized this and grasped the base of my
erection with both hands, then squeezed tightly.  She sealed
her lips around its bulging head and was quickly rewarded
for her efforts with a thick, gooey helping of sperm.
   Torrie growled in hunger, obviously enjoying the taste.
Two more heavy spurts went into her hungry mouth and down
her throat, but that was all I could muster for the time
being.  My body had been put through so much over the past
couple of days.  I was about exhausted.  I needed some rest.

   How in the world was I going to keep up with all of these
sex-crazed ladies for the entire summer?

   When Torrie released my cock from her mouth, she had an
exotic, content look upon her face.  I took a step back from
her and let out a sigh.  The warm/hot shower water was now
beating down upon the crown of my head - and it felt good.
Real good, in fact.  Nice, and very relaxing.
   The luscious blonde cupped my deflated shaft with her
right hand and looked up at me with a smile.  Next, she
slipped her G-string panties down, and off.  I could tell
that she didn't think of our encounter as being finished.
Torrie wanted more.  She wanted me to fuck her.

   I couldn't do that just yet, but had an idea...

   "Torrie, I want you to stand up and bend over at the
waist, and put your hands flat against the wall here."
   The Californian looked at me with another grin.  "Are you
going to give me a spanking?"  Her expression seemed to be
full of hope.  I didn't have a spanking in mind, but things
were always subject to change...
   "I'll spank your naughty little ass, sure," I told her,
which brought another smile.  "But first, I have something
else in mind.  Do as I told you.  Now."
   Displaying the submissive quality I sought in all of the
women here, Torrie turned her back to me and leaned over at
the waist.  She spread her legs apart, then placed both hands
upon the wall and wiggled her shapely ass in a provocative
manner in front of my leering gaze.
   I stepped forward and reached up, then adjusted the shower
head so the water was now shooting down directly upon the
blonde's head.  Next, I dropped into a seated position behind
Torrie's quivering ass and immediately began to slide two
fingers in-and-out of her silken pussy.
   Torrie's body stiffened in pleasure and she let out a
moan in response.  "You like that, don't you, sweetheart?"
were my words.  Her only reply was another moan, as I
increased the speed of my fingers.  "Yeah, you like it."
   I stared at the beautiful pink nestled between Torrie's
pussy lips as my fingers thrusted away between them.  It was
a luscious sight.  I suddenly felt hungry and could not help
but to lick my lips in anticipation.
   "Tell me you like it, sweetheart," I said, now fingering
her even faster than before.
   "Yes..." the vixen moaned.  "I like this... I like it a
whole lot."  Her body was squirming in arousal.
   "What am I doing to you, dear?"  I was teasing her now.
"Tell me what I'm doing to you.  I want you to say it."
   "You're..." Torrie moaned, "finger-fucking my pussy..."
She growled and added, "Oh yeah!  It feels so good!"
   I continued thrusting two fingers in-and-out of her at a
rapid pace for several seconds, then suddenly came to a halt.
Torrie took a deep breath as I used a finger from each hand
to part the velvety folds of her pussy.  When I inserted my
tongue inside her, she let out a long, extended moan.
   "OH YEAH..." was her response as I burrowed my tongue
deep inside her womanly slit, tasting its many delights.
The blonde writhed and squirmed about in obvious arousal as
I then withdrew my tongue, only to start a series of licks
and dabs upon her sweet pussy lips.
   I began to thrust one finger in-and-out of her slit while
also working it over with my tongue.  Torrie's pussy tasted
just as wonderful as it looked.  It was a pleasure to not
only sample her, but to also watch her thrash and shudder
about in lustful bliss because of what I was doing to her.

   I thought about Christina again, and knew she must have
liked what was happening right now.  After all, I knew that
she was watching us in the voyeur room.  I just KNEW it.
   Torrie was bent at the waist and leaning over at a
90-degree angle, her hands flat against the wall and her ass
jutting outward.  I was seated behind her, my lips, tongue
and finger working her pussy into a frenzy.  All the while,
water from the shower head above continued to rain upon us.
Yes... Christina was liking this scene.

   I was still very close to sexual exhaustion, considering
everything which had happened to me thus far on the island.
But somehow, someway... I found myself with another full
erection.  I knew just what to do with it, too.
   Since this was what Torrie wanted most from me, I put an
end to the finger/oral assault and rose to my feet behind
her.  The gorgeous blonde squirmed in anticipation, knowing
exactly what I was about to do to her.
   Torrie held her bent-over posture, her hands upon the
wall, as I settled in close behind her.  I grabbed a hold of
her ass and squeezed tightly, then poked my cock between the
tight folds of her pussy.  Even on the inside, I could feel
that Torrie was incredibly wet.  She was very, very excited.
   Both of us shuddered and moaned in arousal as I slid my
cock all the way inside of her.  I continued until my balls
were nestled all nice and snug against her upturned ass.
   "Oh my God..." the 25-year-old moaned breathlessly.
"Your cock... it's filling me... fucking me... fucking me..."
   I slowly pulled my erection out of her pussy, then jammed
it back in.  Holding onto her hips with both hands, I then
began a continuous, but gentle, thrusting motion.  It felt
incredible - needless to say - to have my cock inside such
a beautiful woman.  Words could not do the feeling justice.
   It wasn't too long before Torrie was meeting my thrusts
with ones of her own.  When I went forward, her sweet ass
moved backward - and thus, an erotic collision occurred.  It
only took a couple of these to get me going.  The speed of
my thrusts increased and in no time flat, I was hammering
away at the vivacious blonde as hard as I possibly could.
   I remembered Torrie's earlier request that I give her a
spanking - and I wasn't the type to disappoint a beautiful
woman.  I pulled my right hand back, then gave her ass a
good, hard swat with it.  This brought a squeal and yelp
from the 25-year-old.  I slapped her ass again, my cock
still thrusting away in her pussy, and it set her off.
   "OH FUCK YES!" Torrie screamed in unspeakable lust.  "OH
YES!  SPANK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK MY PUSSY!  FUCK IT HARD!"
   I follow through on her requests by using both hands,
alternating between them, to swat each side of her supple
ass until it was a bright, crimson-red color.  At the same
time, my hips were a blur as I pistoned my throbbing shaft
in-and-out of her incredibly tight slit.  I was truly
pounding her luscious body for all I was worth.
   "OH MY GOD!" the vixen screamed.  "I'M GONNA CUM!  GONNA
CUM!  I'M GONNA CUM!  GONNA... CUMMMMM!"
   Torrie continued to wail out in unspeakable pleasure as
she experienced what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm.
At the same time, though, I did not let up on her with my
powerful thrusts.  In fact, I used both hands to grab a hold
of her ass and use it for support as I focused all of my
energy into pummeling her slit with my big erection.
   I didn't last very long, though.  Seconds later, I also
felt the sweet joy of orgasm.  The wonderful feeling gripped
my body, and it felt like all the energy suddenly went
directly to my cock.  An instant later, I screamed out in my
own lust as I spewed load after load of sperm into Torrie's
hungry, awaiting pussy.  What an incredible moment...
   "Oh my God..." the blonde whimpered, still holding her
bent-over position underneath the constant spray of water.
"Oh my God...  Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God..."
   I'm not quite certain what she was going on about.  The
best guess I have is that Torrie was reacting to the feeling
of my sperm being deposited into her little pussy.  Whatever
the case, she continued talking while I grunted and growled,
making sure every ounce of my seed was planted inside her.

   Several seconds after my orgasm had come and gone, I
finally popped out of Torrie.  I took a step to the side and
leaned against the wall, using it for support.  I let loose
a heavy sigh, then watched as Torrie fell onto her hands and
knees upon the floor.  At least for the moment, she was as
sexually exhausted and physically spent as I was.
   "Thank you, Jeremy," were her words.  I reached over and
turned the wall lever, which brought an end to the constant
stream of shower water.  Torrie, who was completely soaked
from head to toe, looked up at me as leftover droplets of
water cascaded from her body and to the tiled floor.  Her
hair was a jumbled mess.  "I really needed that.  Thank you."
   "It was my pleasure, dear."  That was the best thing I
could say to her right now.  I didn't want to come across as
too overbearing, or too demanding.  The best bet was to try
and be courteous to all the ladies - at all times.

   Of course, while in the wild throes of passion, courtesy
was oftentimes an impossibility.  Outside of sex, though, I
always did my absolute best to be courteous to the women.

   Once again, I thought of Christina.  Staying here with
Torrie and helping her wash up in the shower seemed like an
excellent idea.  But I HAD to find Christina.  I couldn't
put it off any longer.
   "I hate to do this, dear," I said in my most polite tone,
"but I have some things to attend to on the island.  I hope
you will excuse me and, of course, we'll continue what we
started here at another time."
   Torrie settled down onto her side upon the shower room
floor and grinned at me.  "Not a problem.  Just as long as
you keep that promise - we finish what we started here.  And
we finish it, REAL soon."
   "Don't worry, Torrie," was my response.  "I promise you."
I gave her a smile for emphasis, then grabbed my clothing and
immediately exited the shower room.

   I didn't even bother to attempt to dry off.  There was no
need.  Out in the hallway, I tossed my shorts on and held
the rest of my clothing in hand while resuming the long walk
up to my personal suite.  The time was almost at hand.

                           * * *

   I entered the suite, then closed and locked the door
behind me.  Some things were out of order.  I could tell
someone had been in here.  I really knew it before, but now
I was absolutely convinced - beyond a shadow of a doubt -
that Christina was hiding inside the voyeur room.
   The room was concealed behind a panel which gave no hint
it was hiding something.  To open it, I had to turn the
little knob which was part of the wooden tiki decoration
upon the wall.  Then, I had to type in an access number
among a row of keys, also on the wall.  Finally, the panel
opened and I stepped inside the voyeur room.
   Christina, who was wearing a tank-top and a pair of
shorts, looked back at me as she was seated in front of
the spread of television screens.  Not only was Christina's
long-flowing blonde hair in disarray, but I could also see
that she was sweating.

   Just as I had suspected... she had been masturbating
while watching Torrie and myself together in the shower.

   Both her and I looked at each other for several seconds,
in strained silence.  I knew what Christina had been up to.
She was aware that I knew, too.
   But it had been a week since we last seen each other.
The two of us were very close-knit with one another, both as
lovers and as friends, and it was so good to see her again.
   "Hi Jeremy," she said, finally breaking the silence.
   I turned another knob, which closed the panel behind me.
Everything Amy said earlier about Christina flashed through
my mind.  Christina was my new maid - or, at least, that is
what she had told Amy and Pamela.  Christina also came into
my suite last night, pulled Amy and Pamela away from me while
I was sleeping, and had a three-some of her own with them.
Above all else, though, she had just sat by here in the
voyeur room and watched as I dropped the hammer upon Torrie.
   Needless to say, Christina had a lot of explaining to do.
I knew whatever she would tell me in reply to my series of
questions would be interesting.  It always was with her.
   "Hello, princess," was my return greeting.


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