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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise"  Part 19  M/F, F/F
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Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 19 of 25) -
                      M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   During the first couple of days on the island, there was
absolutely no doubt in my mind that Pamela was the one woman
I had been searching for my entire life.  She had the whole
package - beauty and brains, a friendly demeanor, and total
kindness and consideration for others.
   I fully believed that my ultimate fantasy woman had
stepped into reality - right before my very eyes.

   However, those thoughts quickly changed once I became
more involved with Amy, who replaced Pamela as my ultimate
fantasy.  Amy was a different type of fantasy, though.  As
the only true and bona-fide slut on the island, Amy invoked
the idea of an insatiable porn star stepping into my life.
   Not only could the 27-year-old NOT be slowed down when it
came to sex, but it was virtually impossible to give Amy any
type of erotic gratification or fulfillment, either.  Her
slopey-eyed, been-there-done-that look suggested that no
matter what you tried with her, Amy had not only done it
before, but she could easily handle it as well.
   Her go-for-it attitude and zest for sexual play really
appealed to me.  Amy's recent history in Ohio, where she
lived - with gang-bangs, orgies and strangers all mixed
together, was ample proof of her limitless boundaries.
   The red-head was the type of woman who, if married to me,
would be far from a faithful wife.  A "night out with the
girls" would surely involve the use of dildos.  Amy would
have affairs with other men and co-workers alike.  As her
husband, I would have to accept that, and deal with it.
   Perhaps it was the voyeur in me, but I found the thought
of having such an insatiable slut as my wife suited me well.
Until I really started to think about it, that is...

   It wasn't too long after my initial fascination with Amy
that my attention had diverted itself toward sweet, little
Lindsay.  The 18-year-old was everything which most older
men can only lust and dream about.  With a tight body and a
tender, wholesome face, Lindsay appeared more like she was
15 or 16, instead of her actual age.  She was the neighbor's
flirtatious daughter come to life...
   Better described as a cheerleader sweetheart, Lindsay
exuded innocence and everything which was right about young
women her age.  She was caring and considerate, sweet and
kind... friendly and very respectful.
   Best of all, however, was that Lindsay had a sexual desire
within her that could one day even exceed Amy's.  It had been
awakened and brought to the forefront during our first three
weeks here on the island.

   Of course, my attention did not stay solely focused upon
Lindsay for too long.  Soon, both her and Amy were foremost
in my dreams.  Which one did I want more?  The veteran slut,
or the possible slut-in-waiting?  The edgy, experienced look
of Amy... or the tender innocence of Lindsay?
   Perhaps one reason why I flipped-flopped between Amy and
Lindsay so easily was because they were what could best be
classified as "extreme fantasies" for me.  They were real,
yes.  But were they what I really wanted in life?

   Did I want to have a woman (Amy) who looked like she had
just stepped off a porn-movie set?  Did I want my girlfriend
or wife to be out until the wee hours of the morning,
seducing strangers?  Did I want someone who could not be
controlled or harnessed?  It was a nice fantasy, indeed...
but perhaps best left as a fantasy.
   On the other hand... did I want a "tight little teen" in
my life?  Did I want someone so light-headed and immature
that until reaching the island, Lindsay knew next to nothing
about pleasures of the flesh?  She would learn, of course...
but did I want to go along for the ride with her?
   Much like having a woman who resembled a porn star coming
into my life, the idea of corrupting an innocent teen-ager
was very appealing.  But it too, was best left as a fantasy.
   Only adding to the fantasy appeal was that one day, as I
said, Lindsay may even exceed Amy on the slut scale.  Then,
she could not be controlled or harnessed either.

   So what exactly DID I want?  My initial hope this summer
for the island was to find a woman so enticing and tempting
that I could entertain thoughts of marrying her.

   Being a rich man such as myself has its drawbacks.  I
find it extremely hard to first find, and then maintain a
relationship with a woman.  If they are not just after me
for my money, it seems, I at least have the suspicion that
they are.  It makes things incredibly difficult.  I have
never been a very trusting person to begin with.
   But with the island, I at least had the chance to bring a
group of beautiful women together who appealed to me, albeit
in various ways.  With my voyeur room, I could watch them in
their private moments and eavesdrop on their conversations
about not only me, but each other, and general life as well.
   Maybe, just maybe... I could finally find the woman who
would turn out to be the soul-mate I have long yearned for.
I had a total of ten weeks to evaluate all of the women and
determine which one was right for me... if any of them were.
   Although the girls knew I had money, they were not after
me for it.  Sure... they were overly curious about the big
$500,000 payout at the end of the summer.  That was human
nature on their part.
   But the girls weren't after me for my money.  Right now...
they wanted literally nothing but sex from me.
   During the summer, I had the sincere hope that I would
completely fall for one of these ladies - and vice versa.
That was the whole idea of the island in the first place.
Maybe I could find that one special lady, go past the sexual
play with her... and then the two of us find love together.

   But who did I want?  The realization hit me all of a
sudden that Amy and Lindsay were not the ones for me.  I
thought of both of them more like play-things instead of
actual people... and that was not a good thing when trying
to start a life-long relationship.
   I needed a woman who would not only stimulate my body,
but my mind as well.
   I found that woman upon opening my eyes in the morning.

                           * * *

   Pamela looked very divine and peaceful as she lay next to
me in bed, her eyes closed as she lounged quietly in the
land of dreams.  Her face appeared so content and beautiful;
I could not help but to reach out and graze it with my hand.
She roused for a moment at the touch, but continued sleeping
even as I then pecked her lips with a whispery kiss.

   I knew it before, got sidetracked for awhile... but now
was on the right path once again.  Pamela was who I wanted!

   Pamela was a goddess who could light up the darkest room
with her mere presence alone.  She was young, blonde,
extremely shapely and wondrously beautiful.  As I gazed at
her angelic face while she slept away, I knew the woman I
had long since dreamed about was right there in front of me.
   But it wasn't all about the way Pamela looked.  She was
such a warm and friendly person.  It was obvious to me that
Pamela enjoyed the company of everyone who was around her.
She didn't come across as being conceited at all - much
unlike the great majority of gorgeous women her age.  She
was very warm and considerate person who cared for others.
   Pamela was also a very intelligent and sharp-witted woman
as well.  That was obvious from her own suspicions about me,
which she discussed last night before we had sex with each
other.  I liked that quality a lot.

   A couple of years ago, I would have instantly thought
that any woman who was employed as an exotic dancer was an
automatic slut.  I wouldn't even need to think a second
thought about it.  But Pamela... she wasn't a slut.
   Despite her dancing career - which she was only involved
in to have enough money to get through college - Pamela was
far from a slut.  She wasn't an angel either, mind you.
   Pamela was somewhere in the happy medium between angel
and slut which I found appealed to me very, very much.  She
was very adventurous and willing to try new things... but
would always be smart about it.  Pamela, in fact, was smart
about everything in life.  She had it all together.

                           * * *

   I could not help myself as even while Pamela continued
sleeping, I began to splay gentle kisses and licks all over
the 25-year-old's lovely face.  This roused her awake, but
it did not matter.  I continued kissing her.
   "Wh-What are you doing?" came her sleepy, morning voice.
   "Cherishing you," I sighed as my mouth covered all areas
of her face - at random.
   Pamela moaned and shifted around on the bed.  She let out
a soft giggle and placed both hands upon my head, cradling
it while offering my shoulder a gentle kiss in return.  "You
must be in a romantic mood this morning, huh?"  Having just
come out of a long sleep, her words were still garbled.
   "I love you Pamela," was my heartfelt statement as I
continued peppering her face with kiss after whispery kiss.
   "I thought you loved Amy and Lindsay," she countered,
still holding my head with both hands.
   "No..." I said, switching to her neck.  "I love you.  I
realized that between last night and this morning."  I
pulled back for a moment and gazed into her eyes, before
planting a kiss upon her lips.  "I want us to be together."
   Pamela looked at me with an insightful expression upon
her lovely face for quite some time.  However, it eventually
loosened up, and then she offered me a charming smile.

   "I love you too, Jeremy."

   The bombshell blonde placed both of her arms around my
neck and shoulders, then pulled my mouth down to hers for a
blissful kiss.  We traded our tongues over an open-mouthed
exchange, each swiping the others' mouth with great feeling
and intensity.  This was where I wanted to be...
   "Will you do me a favor, Pamela?"
   "What?"
   "Dance for me," I replied, almost begging her.  This, of
course, was something that I had wanted from Pamela since I
spied on her giving Amy a lap dance three weeks ago.
   "Now?" she countered, surprised.  "I'm in no shape to
dance.  I just woke up... my hair is all messed up, I'm not
dressed for it, my make-up is..."
   "I don't care," I said, interrupting her.  "You look
perfectly fine the way you are.  I don't need an image or a
Barbie doll to dance for me, Pamela.  The way you look now
is perfectly fine."  I paused and added, "Please?"
   Pamela offered me yet another insightful expression
before nodding her head and slowly getting out of the bed.
Her long-flowing blonde hair and facial mascara in complete
ruins due to not only the night of sleep, but our torrid
round of sex beforehand, Pamela still looked stunning to me.

   After all... she was completely, and gloriously nude.

   When I sat up on the edge of the bed, Pamela started to
dance for me.  Swaying her hips and tilting her head to all
sides, she ran both hands up and down her full breasts while
offering me a luscious smile.  I returned it with one of my
own as our eyes spoke silent words of devotion to each other.
   The blonde goddess closed the distance between us and
began to undulate her magnificant body against mine.  Still
in a constant rocking and swaying motion, Pamela nodded her
head as I reached out and grazed her hip and thigh.
   I growled with desire as Pamela encircled my neck with
both arms, only to then grind her breasts upon my face.  As
her body continued to churn and undulate to a silent rhythm,
mine began to move in response to her.  At the same time, my
cock first began to twitch - and then grow rapidly.
   Using her hands, Pamela moved my head away from her
breasts - downward, toward her midriff.  Indulging myself in
the wondrous scent and immaculate beauty of her body, my
imagination began to run wild.  The image of Pamela in a
wedding dress, walking down the aisle, made me smile...

   The professional stripper brought my face back to her
breasts, squishing it there.  I moaned in response, then
heard Pamela giggle as she straddled my lap and took a seat.
Her hands grazed my bare chest and stomach before she used
one to gently tease my pulsating erection.
   Shifting positions once again, Pamela stood up and moved
a thigh between my legs and rubbed it hard upon my shaft.
My breathing was becoming a bit labored and intense as the
excitement level within me was increasing rapidly.  All the
while, Pamela's voluptuous body continued to buck and churn
against mine in a sensual, erotic dancing motion.

   Unable to take anymore of this sweet torture, I grabbed
Pamela by the shoulders and threw her down upon the bed
beneath me.  She giggled in response as I first pinned her
wrists to the mattress, before smashing my mouth upon hers
for a very heated and passionate kiss.
   Our tongues went wild upon one another as Pamela brought
both arms around my shoulders and embraced me hard.  We
rolled over on the bed, with her now on top of me.  Then,
we rolled back to the original position.  I held Pamela's
shoulders down and kissed her with all the ferver I could.

                           * * *

   Suddenly, I got a rush of risky courage in my mind.  At
this point in time, it seemed as though I could do no wrong
when Pamela was involved.  If she indeed was going to be my
soul-mate in life, Pamela needed to know everything about me.

   "Can you keep a secret?" I asked in a breathless tone,
after breaking the kiss.
   "Of course I can," was her reply.  "I love secrets!"
   "I really mean it," I told her.  "It's a big secret.  You
can't tell any of the other girls about this."
   "I promise!" she countered with a grin.  "I won't tell
anyone."  Her eyes flashed as she reiterated, "I PROMISE!"
   I have no idea where this source of energy was coming
from.  Nevertheless, I found myself getting out of the bed
and extending my hand toward Pamela.  She took it, then I
pulled her off of the bed and into a standing position.
   "A big secret..." I said while escorting her over to the
far wall, her hand entwined lovingly with mine.

   Pamela looked confused as I turned the wood-carved tiki
decoration which was part of the wall.  It caused a noise -
something within the wall, Pamela must have thought to
herself.  Now, she was even more confused.
   Still holding her hand, I then took a few steps to the
left and punched in a set of numbers upon the small security
keypad there.  Pamela's beautiful eyes grew big as the wall
in front of her suddenly opened up.
   "Welcome to my secret," I said, extending my other hand
and motioning for her to step into the voyeur room.

                           * * *

   Inside the voyeur room, of course, was a spread of large
television screens, each of them focusing upon a different
room in the mansion - or place on the island.
   Since they were all hooked up to motion detectors, only a
couple of monitors were displaying activity.  I smiled at
the sight as in room two, Lisa and Torrie were locked in a
tender embrace as they kissed each other.  Room three showed
Lindsay and Trish, as they lounged together, engaged deep in
conversation.  Meanwhile in the kitchen, Amy was talking to
Christina about something.
   "Last night you were intent on finding out my so-called
secret," I said to Pamela, as she looked at the monitors in
shocked silence.  "What exactly is it that I do all day long
while you and the other girls are out having fun."
   I waited for a response, but did not get one.  Pamela
just continued staring at the monitors in silence.  Thus, I
decided to step forward and flip the audio switch for room
two.  Sounds of gentle passion could be heard as Lisa and
Torrie continued forth with their embrace and kiss.
   "Welcome to my voyeur room," I said to Pamela, still
waiting for a response but not getting one.  "I've always
been one who enjoys to watch..."

   Several seconds later, Pamela was still silent.  However,
once there was an "Oh God..." from Lisa as Torrie retrieved
one of her massive strap-on dildos, Pamela suddenly turned
her face toward mine and looked at me.
   I offered her a smile, still waiting for a reaction.  I
finally got one... but not the one I wanted.

   The blank expression upon Pamela's face tightened as she
extended her right arm, her hand open.  She let out a grunt
and before I knew what happened next, Pamela had slapped me
across the face - as hard as she possibly could.
   "HOW DARE YOU SPY ON US!" she hissed, her eyes flashing
with absolute anger.
   Both stunned and hurt, I tilted my head to the side while
holding my burning face.  Perhaps I should have kept the
voyeur room a secret from her, huh? ...


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