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Subject: {ASSM} (REV) "Island Paradise"  Part 18  M/F, F/F
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Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 18 of 25) -
                      M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "While we're out and about on the island, what exactly is
it that you do all day long?" was Pamela's question for me,
as the two of us lounged together in my personal suite.
   Despite the monumental, six-girl shower orgy which took
place earlier today, Pamela was not about to miss her "turn"
in the rotation to spend the evening with me.  Tonight, her
"lucky" number was up.
   As I reclined on the bed, the busty stripper had settled
herself into a nearby chair as I contemplated on ways to
answer her query without giving away the whole truth.
   "I stay busy," was my response.  "It takes a lot of time
and effort to run the island, and make sure everything is in
tip-top working order."  Despite my confident tone of voice,
I do not think Pamela fully bought what I was telling her.
   "I make a lot of phone calls," I continued.  "I have to
make sure we get enough food and supplies each week.  At the
same time, I do not want to over-order.  I go through a lot
of plans and scenarios in my mind."  Now I was reaching...
   "What would that take?" Pamela openly wondered in a
cynical tone.  "An hour each day?  What do you do for the
all the other time?"
   I knew where this conversation was headed, but I decided
to shift gears a little bit.  "Why do you want to know all
of this, Pamela?  Why does what I do... why does it matter?"
   She shrugged her shoulders and returned, "It's not just
me but it's all the girls.  We go out each day on the island
and do things together.  We exercise together, we go
swimming... we play games, sit around and talk, listen to
music.  Lots of things.  We have a great time together."
   "That's wonderful," I told her.  "That's what I was hoping
for when I brought all of you girls here to the island in the
first place.  I want all of you to get along and be friends."
   "Yes, it is wonderful," she countered.  "But at the same
time, while we're doing all these things, you're usually
nowhere to be found.  I am not the only one who wonders what
exactly it is that you do all day long.  We ALL wonder."
Pamela paused, waiting for a response, but did not get one.
"Jeremy... the point is that we just wish you would do more
things with us.  The only times we see you anymore is during
breakfast and dinner, and when we have sex with you."
   If I acted quickly, perhaps I could steer the conversation
away from how I keep myself occupied each day...
   "Is that what you want?" I asked her.  "You want me to go
out and spend time with you and the others?  You want me to
do whatever it is that you and the girls do each day?"
   "Yes!" she replied emphatically, nodding her head.
   I shrugged my shoulders and countered in an innocent tone,
"I didn't think any of you wanted me to do those things... I
thought it was an all-girl thing."  Oh, that was good.  My
tone was purely convincing.
   Pamela shook her head and then offered a faint smile.
"Why don't you go down to the beach with us tomorrow?" was
her question.  "After my morning exercise with Torrie and
Trish, and any of the other girls who want to join us... we
want you to come to the beach with us."  She paused and
added, "During our workout, you will have plenty of time to
go through those PLANS and SCENARIOS in your head."

   Now, Pamela's piercing expression told me that she knew I
was holding something back in my explanation.  Of course, I
couldn't tell her or any of the other girls the whole truth.
How would they react if they knew I spied on virtually their
every move with the help of my trusty voyeur room?

   "I think you're up to something sneaky," the blonde said,
her arms folded as she continued glaring at me.  I had good
reason to consider Pamela the smartest and most intellectual
of all the ladies.  Her suspicions were ample proof why.
   "I just like to keep to myself," I told her, the defense
shield within my body primed and ready.  "Is that a crime?"
   "Not at all," Pamela responded, before pausing.  "But if
I was a guy like you... on an island alone with six girls,
seven if you count Christina... I would spend every waking
hour with them.  I wouldn't want to keep to myself."

   You may think differently, I said in my mind, if you had
the use of a voyeur room like I do Pamela...

   "So are you going to the beach with us tomorrow?" was her
question.  "We would appreciate it if you did."
   "Of course I'll go," I replied.  "As I said, I had always
thought you girls wanted to have the days to yourselves.  I
was never invited to tag along, you know."
   "You're invited now," Pamela said in a firm tone before
pointing at my arm.  "Look at that.  Barely a tan.  Then
look at us... all us girls have great tans.  You need to get
out and enjoy life on the island."

   A little thought began to creep into my mind.  Perhaps
the 25-year-old was right.  Although I loved my voyeur room,
the tapes in it were always recording and would capture any
sexual action which took place.
   I would always have the use of the videotapes... but the
clock was ticking in terms of how long these ladies would be
in my life.  I had a little over seven weeks left with them.
   Perhaps I could spend my days out and about with the
ladies, enjoying both the island and their company, before
reviewing the day's events in my voyeur room after dinner.
Of course, I would not have a lot of time to do so because I
was expected to spend the evening with a different woman
each and every night.  I had to perform for them.

   "You're right, Pamela," I told her, nodding my head.  "I
do need to get out and spend more time with you and the
others."  I paused and added, "I was out one morning and saw
you and Trish playing tennis.  I've got a pretty good tennis
game myself, you know."
   Her eyes wide, Pamela countered, "Is that a challenge?"
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "Sure.  We could have a little
bet - me and you.  If I win, you suck my cock.  If you win,
you suck my cock."  My lame attempt at breaking the tension
between us was successful as Pamela giggled at my words.
   "Challenge accepted," she snickered.  "Before we go to
the beach tomorrow, you and I can have our tennis match.
Oh... and I agree to the terms too."
   I smiled at those words...

   Thanks to my eavesdropping on their conversation from
earlier, I fully knew the ladies did not want me down at the
beach with them so we all could go swimming and surfing.
Things may start out that way, of course.
   But eventually, the group of ravenous hellcats had plans
of gang-banging me.  That was Amy's suggestion earlier, and
no one seemed to have a problem with it.
   Neither did I, for that matter.  But Pamela wasn't being
completely honest with me, either.  It was a two-way street.

   The sight of Pamela as she sat in the chair in front of
me, wearing her snug-fitting t-shirt and pair of ultra-tight
short-shorts... it was nearly too much for me to take.
   What looked better?  Was it her incredibly large breasts
trying to burst through the thin t-shirt?  Or Pamela's
graceful, long legs?  Perhaps it was her wholesome face and
immaculate blonde hair.  Whatever the case may be, there was
no denying that Pamela looked absolutely delicious...
   "Can I ask you for a favor, dear?" was my question.
   "Fire away," she countered.
   "How about helping me out here?" I returned, reaching
into my shorts and pulling my erection out for her to see.
"Just looking at you right now... it is driving me crazy."
   Pamela grinned and said, "Well... if you put things that
way...  There's no way I can turn you down."

                           * * *

   As I reclined back on the bed, the blonde rose from her
chair and immediately slid her buxom body over top of me.
Her jug-like breasts pressed hard against my chest, Pamela's
mouth found mine and the two of us shared a scorching kiss.
We both moaned and growled with desire as our tongues met
and danced together, while I embraced her body close to mine.

   During the first few days on the island with all the
girls, if you remember... Pamela was by far and away my
favorite.  There was a reason for that, too.  Not only was
she incredibly beautiful, but the exotic dancer was also
very mature and level-headed.  That appealed to me.
   Of course, Amy and her brash brand of pure sluttiness
soon surpassed Pamela in terms of who I liked.  Then,
Lindsay and her unique sweetness caught my eye.
   Now, of course, I had a difficult time choosing between
who I found more appealing - Amy or Lindsay.  Still firmly
entrenched behind those two, Pamela was my third favorite.
She easily outdistanced all of the remaining girls.

   "Oh yeah, squeeze my breasts," the young woman panted, as
I fondled both of her massive jugs with my hands.  At the
same time, our tongue-filled kiss continued and escalated to
even greater proportions.
   I rolled Pamela beneath me, pinning her to the bed, while
never once taking my lips away from hers.  My next move was
to reach down and yank her t-shirt upward, over her breasts.
Now with them exposed, I began to pinch and tweak both of
her thick, lush nipples as she frantically tried to shove
her tongue all the way down my throat.
   "That feels so good," Pamela squealed against our shared
kiss as I pulled and yanked her nipples with my fingers.
Enjoying her sounds of passion, I broke the kiss and then
latched my mouth upon her neck.  As I nibbled and licked the
sensitive area, Pamela was now given free reign to both sigh
and voice out her obvious arousal.
   "Hmmmmm," was the next, leisurely sound she made.  "Oh
Jeremy... that feels so good."  I now peppered her neck and
shoulder with both angel kisses and licks while also firmly
massaging her full breasts with both hands.  "Oh yeah... I
like that.  I like that a lot."
   I smiled at her approving words while also continuing
along my path of languid pleasure.  For a moment or two, I
settled just beneath her neck as I kissed and worshipped the
center portion of her upper chest.  In response, Pamela used
both hands and ran them over and across the top of my scalp.
Her fingertips sent erotic tingles down my spine...
   My mouth slid lower, only stopping once it had reached
the vast, deepened valley between her breasts.  I ran my
tongue through her ample cleavage, while also thinking that
my cock would fit real nice in there a while from now...
   I nuzzled my face in deep and continued swiping away for
quite some time, until deciding to focus my oral attention
upon Pamela's nipples.  I took one into my mouth and sucked
on it gently, while also scraping it with my teeth.  As a
result, the 25-year-old moaned hungrily and arched her back.
I then moved to the other nipple and offered it a similar
treatment, and received a similar reaction as well.
   "Hmmmmm..." Pamela moaned again as I swiped my tongue over
and across her rigid nipples - alternating back-and-forth
between each of them with every probing lick.

   Pamela was a living goddess... and I could easily worship
her entire body from now until the end of eternity.

   Wanting to indulge myself in the sweet taste of her lips
once again, I sought Pamela's mouth with my own and found
it.  The two of us traded both our lips and tongues over an
open-mouthed exchange as we sighed and writhed together in
both love and arousal.
   I broke the torrid kiss long enough to pull the t-shirt
up and over her head, and quickly disposed of it.  Then, my
lips found hers yet again.
   As I rubbed and massaged her breasts, Pamela used her
right hand to trail it down my side and to my hip.  Once
there, she curled her hand inward and latched onto my cock.
I growled in response against our burning kiss as she began
a gentle pumping and grinding with her little, skilled hand
upon my enlarged shaft.
   "Oh yeah..." she purred, our lips still very busy.  "You
like that... don't you, Jeremy?"
   I nodded my head and moaned in response.  "Yes dear..."
   Pamela giggled and said, "I like it too, Jeremy.  But...
I'd like it a lot better if your cock was in my mouth."
   I broke my kiss with the stacked blonde and looked down
into her alluring, friendly eyes.  "Is that so, dear?  You
want to suck on my cock?"
   She grinned and nodded her head.  "Yes, I do."
   "Stay right there," I said, gently pinning her shoulders
to the bed.  Once I realized she would comply with my
request, I rose up to my knees and swung one of them over
her neck.  Now on my knees astride her face, I placed a
pillow underneath Pamela's head - raising it - then offered
her mouth my fully-erect, pulsing shaft.

   The exotic dancer moaned as she took the bulging head of
my cock far and deep into her mouth.  Her eyes flashing and
locked upon mine, Pamela started to slowly bob her head
back-and-forth as she offered me a hands-free blowjob.
   "Oh yes..." I moaned while returning her stare with one
of my own.  "I like this a lot better too, sweetheart."
   Pamela's expression did change one bit as she very slowly
and leisurely worshipped my throbbing cock.  Her green eyes
stayed focus upon mine, nearly blazing a hole right through
my body because of the pure look of both arousal and total
devotion they conveyed for me.
   I gulped my throat at the mere sight while reaching down
and running my hands through her long-flowing blonde hair.
Pamela never took her eyes away from my face as she soon
gripped the base of my cock with her hand.  Then, the bobbing
motion she so expertly displayed became a bit more intense.
   Quickening both the pace and speed of her head-strokes,
Pamela took more and more of my erection into her mouth.
When she released its base from the clutches of her hand,
the bombshell blonde then swallowed my entire shaft whole.
   I could do nothing but squint my eyes and growl in pure
passion as the head of my cock was now lodged somewhere
deep within the reaches of Pamela's hungry throat.  Her
piercing gaze still focused upon my face and eyes, I looked
down at her and shook my head in erotic amazement.
   Pamela's expression broke - but just for a moment - as she
offered me a faint smile.  Then, she took my cock out of her
mouth and gripped its base.  Next, the blonde took half of it
back inside and began with an eager and hungry sucking.

   Rolling my head in arousal, I looked up at the ceiling
and thanked the Heavens for helping me come up with the idea
of this island.  At the same time, an absolute wave of pure
pleasure coursed throughout my entire body - solely thanks
to Pamela and her exquisite oral skills.

   "What are you doing?" Pamela asked, a confused expression
upon her lovely face as I suddenly withdrew my cock from her
mouth.  I had to inwardly remind myself of what I was doing -
foregoing a wondrous blowjob - and why I was doing it.  One
look at her massive breasts, however, was all I needed...
   Without giving her a verbal response, I moved down
Pamela's luscious body until I was standing on my knees
astride her chest.  Then, I fisted my cock and slapped it
directly between the silken valley of her cleavage.
   "OH!  I know what you're doing!" Pamela giggled as she
palmed the outer sides of her breasts with both hands and
and squished them together, trapping my hard shaft between
them.  "You want to fuck my breasts, huh?"
   I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing my cock could easily
explode at any given moment.  "Yes dear... that's what I
want.  I want to fuck your breasts."
   "Do it then," was her simple, sexy command.

   I growled in a mixture of pure lust and erotic agony as
I started to slide my cock, all slick and moist from Pamela's
oral workings, through and between the sunken valley of her
cleavage.  Due to the amount of friction created from my
shaft trapped between her heaving breasts, I nearly blew my
spermy load right there.  Somehow, I managed to hold it in.
   "Fuck my breasts," Pamela said in a firm, strict tone.
Now, I had to listen to her talk to me - which only added
fuel to an already out-of-control fire within myself.  "Fuck
them, Jeremy.  Fuck them real nice and fast!"
   "Oh yeah..." she continued as I now used my hips to pump
and grind my erection between her cleavage.  With Pamela
squishing her breasts together, the erotic feeling within me
was multiplied ten-fold.  It felt as if my shaft was having
the absolute life squeezed out of it.  "Oh yeah, Jeremy!
Fuck my breasts!  Fuck them!  FUCK THEM!"
   I growled, trying my best to hold back what promised to
be not only an incredible orgasm, but also a very messy one.
It was all I could to contain myself.
   "Oh yeah," Pamela purred, her eyes fixated upon my face
as I continued thrusting away.  Of course, her words were
fanning my inner fire.
   "You like fucking my breasts - don't you, Jeremy?  Don't
you?"  She let out a content sigh and added, "Oh, your cock
feels so big and strong between my breasts... come on, fuck
me harder.  Fuck my breasts harder!"
   I roared out in a mad rage of desire as I did my best to
comply with her request.  My hips began to churn faster than
before, the speed of my thrusting cock increasing.  I was
about set to explode.  Despite that, my efforts still did
not meet Pamela's expectations.
   "HARDER!" she demanded.
   I growled once again and nearly lost control of myself.
My eyes locked with hers, Pamela gave me a sneering look as
her luscious body rocked about on the bed with each of my
forward fuck-strokes.  I was giving her everything I had...
   "Do you want to cum on me?" she asked, using her patented,
teasing voice, as I hammered away.  "All over my face?  Come
on, Jeremy."  She extended her tongue and said, "Come on...
cum all over my face.  I want it.  I want it, really bad..."
   "FUUUUUCK!" I screamed as she had simply pushed me toward
the boiling point - and then past it.
   On my next forward up-stroke, I gripped my cock and then
it erupted like a volcano.  The end result, after three huge
explosions, was that Pamela's cover-girl face was completely
covered with my sticky, gooey sperm.
   The first cum-shot had landed square on her forehead,
catching a good portion of her silky hair in the process.
The next caught her eyes and nose, followed by the finale
landing directly on her cheek and extended tongue.  Simply
put, Pamela was a complete and sticky mess.

   What a beautiful sight...

   When the powerful sensations within my body crested and
eventually faded away, I felt like collapsing onto the bed.
However, Pamela took my half-hard cock into her mouth and
offered it a gentle sucking... giving me a renewed sense of
vigor  All the while, she offered me a friendly grin as her
sparkling eyes never lost contact with mine.
   "Oh yeah," she purred seconds later, now rubbing the tip
of my cock across her cum-covered face.  "I liked that."
   I sighed and shook my head in erotic amazement at her.
"You're something else, Pamela."  What an incredible woman!
   She smiled at me and said, "Are you going to tell me your
secret now?"
   "Secret?" I countered, confused.  "What do you mean?"
   "Your secret!" she chirped in response.  "What it is that
you do all day long while us girls are out having lotsa fun."
   I shook my head and let out a tiny laugh.  "I sit in here
and whack off, and rest myself... waiting for the next time
one of you goddesses decides to attack me."  Hey, that was
the truth.  Not the whole truth, but at least part of it...
   Pamela giggled at my words.  "Do you subscribe to the
theory - Sex Can Wait, It's Best to Masturbate?"
   Where did that come from?  I could not help but to laugh.
"Oh no, not at all.  Sex can never wait."
   The 25-year-old extended her tongue and swiped away at
the head of my cock.  "You'd get a whole lot more sex,
Jeremy, if you were out and about with us... instead of
staying in here all day long."  She took my shaft into her
mouth and sucked on it some more, before withdrawing it.
"Still, I don't think you're telling me everything.  I'm
going to find out though, Jeremy.  I promise you."

   I gulped my throat at the mere idea.  Again, what would
the ladies do if they knew I spied on their privacy and
intimate moments with my hidden cameras?
   Unless I really screwed up, they would never find out.
No matter how smart or perceptive Pamela was...  I would
have to be caught in the act, and with my door locked and
personal suite sealed, that would be almost impossible.

   "I will find out," she reiterated.  "You're up to some
sneaky business."  Pamela was not mad or angry; she just
seemed inquisitive and suspicious.  Best of all, however,
her gentle oral work had provided me with another erection.
   "What do I do with your cock?" Pamela asked, pumping and
stroking it briskly.  "Should I give you another blowjob?"
She was headed back to her teasing mode...  "Nah, I've done
that already.  And you've fucked my breasts too..."
   "I could cum just listening to you," I gasped out.
   Pamela snickered and continued, "My pussy is kind of sore
because Amy did me with a strap-on earlier... so that is
probably out of the question too."
   I nearly fainted with those words... there was a videotape
which I DEFINITELY had to see - at the earliest opportunity.
"Wh-What happened?" I stammered out.  "You and A-Amy?"
   Pamela grinned before replying, "Oh... Amy got her hands
on one of Torrie's big strap-ons."  I figured this must have
taken place after the huge shower-room orgy.  "Amy did me
doggie-style before I rode her reverse cow-girl."  Pamela's
eyes flashed with lust as she added, "I came SO hard."
   "Wow..." I sighed.
   "My pussy is kind of sore," she repeated once more.  "So
it's best that you don't fuck it.  Not my mouth or breasts
again, or my pussy."  She stroked my cock some more and said,
"But you're so hard.  I'd hate to waste it."  Her expression
sparkling, Pamela then said, "But there is one place..."

   OH _MY_ GOD...

   "My ass," the vivacious blonde smirked.  I knew that was
coming...  "Yeah.  You can fuck my ass, Jeremy.  Will you do
that for me?  I could REALLY go for a good ass-fucking now."
   Without waiting for a response, Pamela sat up on the bed
and wiggled out of her short-shorts and G-string.  Next, she
rolled onto her front and then rose up to her hands and knees
just before me.  "Will you fuck my little ass?" the bombshell
inquired, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me.
   "Are you always such a good talker during sex?" I asked,
raising my to my knees while fisting my cock behind her.
   She shrugged her shoulders and offered an innocent pout.
"Am I teasing you, Jeremy?  I'm sorry if I am.  I just want
to get fucked.  Fucked real good, and hard..."
   I shook my head and laughed at her.  "Though you obviously
love to tease, dear Pamela... at least you back it up."

   Holding my cock with my right hand, I squinted and growled
in pure desire while inserting it into the vixen's puckered
anus.  Pamela tensed as well, then let out a leisurely sigh
as I prodded my erection further and further into her rectum.
Finally, my entire length was embedded within her - as my
balls were stuffed hard against her upturned ass.
   "HMMMMM..." she purred as her head rolled about in erotic
circles.  "That feels SOOOOO good..."
   "Talk to me some more, Pam," I moaned while pulling back
and then pushing deep inside her ass once again.
   "Pamela," the stripper corrected me.  "What should I say?"
   I growled again and replied, "Tell me about what Amy did
to you earlier, with that strap-on... PAMELA."  Very slowly,
I began to repeatedly move my cock in-and-out of her small,
vice-tight rectum, at a leisurely rate of speed.
   "Oh God..." she moaned, in response to my stroking motion.
"Oh wow...  Yeah.  Yeah, Amy... she fucked me so hard with
that strap-on.  It-It was at least 15 inches l-long..."
   I let out a loud groan as my eyes rolled into the back of
my head at the mere thought.  Then, I began to slowly but
surely increase the speed of my thrusts.  "Tell me more."
   "Hmmmmm Jeremy, that feels so good," were her next words.
"Amy did me doggie-style at first.  Sh-She pulled my hair
and HMMMMM, smacked my ass too."  Now, the speed and tempo
of my fuck-strokes were increasing rapidly.  I couldn't
help myself.  "OH WOW, Jeremy!  She made me-me scream..."
   "Then what?" I asked, a sexual rage building inside of me.
   "Reverse cow-girl," Pamela replied.  "I sat down on her
with that huge dildo jammed in my pussy... and rode her like
a bucking bronco.  She smacked my ass then too... an-and wow,
did _I_ have an orgasm.  I came so hard..."
   Speaking of hard, Pamela's last sentence was enough to
push me past the brink of insanity.  All of a sudden - and
without any warning - I began to hump and fuck her sweet ass
as hard and as forcefully as I possibly could.  Pamela,
losing her ability to continue with her story-telling, let
out a thunderous scream as her body trembled in response.
   Holding onto her hips with both hands, I screamed in
unison with Pamela as I pumped and stroked away at her.  She
did not need to encourage me any further - I was blasting
her ass with every last ounce of strength within my body.
Her rectum literally gripped my cock like a wrench...
   "OH GOD!" Pamela screamed as she looked over her shoulder
at me, as I drilled her in the doggie-style position.  Both
her green eyes and beautiful face full of nothing but wanton
lust, she continued to glare at me as her body rocked about
wildly.  "OH MY GOD!  FUCKING ME!  FUCKING MY ASS SO HARD!"
   I did not have many strokes left in me, but for the ones
I did, at least I made them count.  After giving her all I
could, I screamed before jamming my erection in her ass one
final time.  Deep within her bowels, my cock then exploded.
   Both of us grunted and growled in a passionate rage as
glob after glob of thick sperm was deposited from my shaft
directly into Pamela's anus.  I held her ass with one hand
while clutching a clump of long-flowing blonde hair with the
other.  At the same time, I nearly passed out from lust as I
realized that Pamela was experiencing an orgasm of her own.
   We screamed and rocked together for several seconds, each
wanting to bring the other the ultimate in sexual pleasure.
I added to her enjoyment by offering her sweet, quivering
ass a series of good-natured slaps with an open hand.

                           * * *

   When it was all said and done, I collapsed on top of the
25-year-old goddess and let out a content sigh.  Pamela did
the same, then giggled as I gently kissed her shoulder.
"You are right about one thing, dear," I breathed, barely
able to get the words out.
   "What's that?" she squealed, pulling my hand to her face
and kissing it tenderly.
   "I do need to get out more," was my garbled response.  "I
need to spend more time with you and the other girls."
   "Hmmmmm," she sighed, a grin upon her lovely face as she
kissed my finger.  "That's the best news I've heard all day."


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