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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise"  Part 20 of (now) 30  M/F, F/F
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Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 20 of 30) -
                      M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   When someone is very angry or upset, their initial or gut
reaction is often done without much (or any) thought.  If
the impulse reaction happens to be bad or negative, it is
oftentimes wrong and later regretted.
   Pamela's slapping of me upside the face after learning of
my voyeur room was what I would most definitely classify as
an "impulse reaction".  She developed a sudden fit of anger
because I had been eavesdropping on not only with her, but
all of the other ladies as well, with my hidden cameras.
   As a result, that rage was suddenly channeled to her
right hand - which had greeted my face with a hard and
stinging slap.  I felt both dazed and hurt, but was not one
bit angry with Pamela herself.  I understood her actions.
   My only hope was that this "impulse reaction" was one of
those which would be wrong - and later regretted.  Otherwise,
I would be screwed.

                           * * *

   The look upon Pamela's face after she had slapped my face
suggested both anger and shock.  The 25-year-old was mad at
me because I had been spying on her and the others since
they arrived on the island three weeks ago.
   I believe her shock came from the fact of the sudden
violent rage she had displayed.  I'm not quite sure that
Pamela - as warm and as friendly as she was - had that in
her.  It seemed as though she didn't even know herself.
   Perhaps I should not have told her of the voyeur room.
But if she was going to be my soul-mate in life - which
two minutes ago seemed like an excellent possibility -
Pamela needed to know everything about me.

   Even my secrets...

   After several seconds in which she continued glaring at
me, I finally broke the silence.  "I deserved that."
   The expression upon her face softening somewhat, Pamela
still looked mighty angry as she glanced over at the monitor
which showed Lisa begging Torrie to use the strap-on dildo
upon her.  Torrie soon complied - and my hidden camera and
microphone was catching all of the hot, erotic action.
   "OHMIGOD!" Pamela said in a quick verbal burst.  "OhmiGod
Jeremy... I can't believe you've been doing this."  She
shook her head in denial, her anger transforming into hurt.
"I... I have to tell the others.  Now!"
   The blonde goddess turned around to exit the voyeur room,
but I placed my hand on her shoulder, stopping her movement.
"You can't tell the others," I informed her.  "You promised
me before I showed you this room that you would keep this a
secret."  I paused, letting that sink in.  "Several times."
   Realizing this as fact, Pamela took a few seconds before
turning her head to look back at me.  Then, she flailed her
arm in anger - causing me to pull my hand away from her
shoulder.  It was a tense moment, indeed.
   "Yes I did," she countered in a cold voice.  "But that's
a hard promise to keep."
   "Why are you so angry?" I asked, knowing the answer.
   "Why am I so angry?" she exclaimed, her ire raising again.
"YOU'VE BEEN SPYING ON US FOR WEEKS!  We have no privacy!"
   "Privacy?" I responded in a calm voice, wanting her to
see things from my viewpoint.  "I see what you're saying.
But you were never assured any privacy.  Besides, you girls
are all a bunch of exhibitionists.  You like being watched."
   "That may be!" Pamela shot back.  "But still, you have
absolutely no right to invade on our privacy!"
   "No right?" I countered in a surprised tone.  "Pamela
dear... this is my island.  This is my mansion.  This is not
your house or apartment.  I have the right to do whatever I
want here.  If I want to have hidden cameras everywhere -
which I do - that is my right."  I paused and gently added,
"Besides... all of you ladies are being well compensated for
your time this summer."
   Folding her arms, Pamela was still steaming, but slowly
settling down at the same time.  She let my words sink in
before saying, "Is this how you make your money, Jeremy?  Is
this how you have become a gazillionaire?"
   "What do you mean?" I asked.
   "Your cameras," she responded.  "Do you videotape us
girls together and sell the footage for profit?  Are all of
our private actions on a live feed... on the Internet?"

   Her accusations hit me like an absolute ton of bricks.
I was not expecting something like that.

   "You hurt me, Pamela," I returned quietly.  "I would
never do anything like that to any of you girls.  These
videotapes are seen by no one except me and Christina."
Her eyes bugged-out at those words.  "That WOULD be an
invasion of privacy.  You and the other girls... you all
mean too much to me, for me to do something like that."
   "Christina is in on this too?" Pamela asked, surprised.
   I slowly nodded my head and returned, "Yes, she is."
   "And she goes along with it?" the stripper exclaimed.
   "Yes," I countered, nodding once more.
   "OhmiGod," Pamela said once more.  "I can't believe this."
   "Christina knows the value of the voyeur room," I told her
in a soft tone.  "She knows that whatever happens on the
island - thanks to the cameras - it is captured forever on
tape.  Christina can go back and re-live every moment."

   Offering an example, I reached into my keepsake box -
which was full of videotapes that I wanted to keep forever.
I pulled out one out which was labeled PAMELA AND AMY -
6/18/2001 (LAP DANCE), and flashed it before her eyes.
   "Do you remember that?" I asked the blonde as she read
the label.  "You remember giving Amy a lap dance before you
and her had sex together?  That was one of the hottest
things I have ever seen in my whole life."
   "I can't believe this," she quietly returned, her eyes
focusing upon mine as her body trembled.
   "How about this?" I said, showing her yet another tape.
This one was marked DAISY CHAIN / PAMELA'S TABLE DANCE FOR
THE GIRLS (6/19/2001).  A third tape was titled PAMELA AND
JEREMY - OUR FIRST TIME TOGETHER (6/18/2001).  I went to
retrieve another cassette, but Pamela stopped me.
   "I get the point," she said.
   "Your words hurt me, Pamela," I told her again.  "I would
never show these videotapes to anyone who didn't need to see
them.  Total strangers, Internet viewers... no way."
   The young woman pouted for a moment before nodding her
head.  "Yes, you're right.  That accusation was a bit harsh.
But still... you have invaded our privacy."
   "No," I told her, shaking my head.  "None of you girls
were given any privacy.  This is like any big hotel, Pamela.
There are cameras everywhere.  Besides, as I said... this is
my island and I can do what I want here.  You and the others
are being well-paid for your time and effort."
   Not only was she a very level-headed person, but Pamela
was also passive and giving.  Despite her earlier anger, I
could tell that her stance was softening more and more with
each passing second.  She had a submissive, yielding side...
"Cameras are not in hotel rooms," the blonde quietly informed
me.  "At least, I hope they're not."
   "Are you going to keep your promise and not tell anyone?"
was my next question.
   After a short pause, Pamela nodded her head.  "I have to.
I've never broken a promise before in my life."

   Not knowing how she would react, I slowly reached out
with both hands and placed them upon Pamela's shoulders.
She flinched for a moment but did not resist.  Then, I
brought the goddess to me and offered her a warm embrace.
   "I love you, Pamela," were my words.  "I told you about
my secret BECAUSE I love you."  After a short pause, I
kissed her neck and added, "I know why you are upset.  I
understand why.  But still... this is my island and if I
want cameras here, cameras will be here.  It's that simple."
   "I still don't agree with you," she countered, not making
any motion to return my hug with one of her own.  "But you
have my word, Jeremy.  I won't tell anyone else."  Pamela
paused and added, "If I did... I'm sure you'd know about it
with all these cameras and microphones.  It's wrong..."
   "Perhaps it is," I told her.  "But who knows?  Maybe by
the end of the summer, I'll gather up the courage to tell
all of the ladies about my secret as well."  I hesitated,
then smiled.  "That could bring five more slaps for my face."
   Showing a definite good sign, Pamela let out a tiny
giggle in response to my words.  It was music to my ears!
"I'm sorry for slapping you, Jeremy.  I have no idea where
that came from... I've never hit anyone before in my life."
   "I deserved to be slapped," I said after ending the
embrace.  Still, Pamela had made no effort to hug me back.
I'm not sure if that was good or bad.

   Sensing an opportunity here, I noticed that on the screen
which surveyed the kitchen, Amy and Christina were becoming
a bit more intimate with each other.  Their conversation had
been transformed into blissful kisses and an erotic embrace.
   On another screen, Torrie was giving Lisa the goods as
she pumped her pussy with a strap-on dildo.  While highly
erotic, I thought it would be best to concentrate on what
Amy was doing right now.  After all, Pamela and Amy were not
only room-mates, but also very close and special lovers.
   Flipping off the screen which showed Lisa and Torrie, as
well as Trish and Lindsay as they sat together in their room,
I pointed toward the screen that oversaw the kitchen.  Pamela
turned her head away as I did so.
   "Just watch this," I told her.  "You may like it."
   "I can't," she countered.  "It's wrong."
   "Of all the girls on the island, I think Amy would care
the least about being watched," were my words.  "She would
like knowing she is being watched.  Besides, Pamela... Amy
is your girlfriend.  Don't you want to see her have sex?"
   Pamela's mouth twitched as she faintly shook her head.
She was still in denial.  Nonetheless, I placed both hands
upon her face and gently turned it toward the monitor.
Pamela's eyes darted away for a moment, but then she sighed
in frustration while finally focusing upon the screen.
   I guided her to the swivel chair just in front of the
large control panel and had her sit down.  Then, I flipped
the audio switch for the kitchen on so we could listen to
the erotic sounds that both Amy and Christina would make.

   This was my one chance to have her see things my way...

                           * * *

   Christina was perched on the kitchen countertop as Amy
stood between her legs, their lips pressed together in an
erotic kiss.  Pamela turned her head away from the screen
once more, then looked at it again.  In her mind, she was
obviously wrestling with her emotions on the subject.
   "Look at that," I purred, standing behind Pamela while
placing my hands upon her shoulders.  "Amy looks like she is
enjoying herself.  I want you to enjoy yourself, Pamela."
   Although she did not give me a response, the blonde
pouted while now keeping her eyes on the screen.  Gentle
sounds of desire could be heard as Amy and Christina swapped
both their lips and tongues together in a far-reaching kiss.
   The lusty couple upon the monitor then broke their kiss
and exchanged knowing grins, before Amy pulled Christina down
from the countertop.  The red-headed slut ran her hands up
and down Christina's lithe body in a leisurely fashion, then
Amy grinned again as she started to undo her lover's blouse.
   I kissed the top of Pamela's head as Christina shrugged
the blouse from her shoulders.  Without a bra on underneath,
the blonde's perky breasts came into full view.  Amy seized
the opportunity presented to her as she leaned over and
attached her lips and mouth to one of those erect nipples.

   I felt my cock pulsing to life as I gently massaged both
of Pamela's shoulders.  Her eyes were finally fixated upon
the monitor in front of her.  But at the same time, I could
tell by her expression that Pamela did not feel completely
comfortable being an un-invited voyeur.

   "Oh yeah," Christina sighed as Amy offered her left breast
and nipple a series of gentle bites and licks.  At the same
time, Amy used her right hand to tweak the other nipple.  In
response, Christina continued sighing in building approval as
her head rolled about in obvious arousal.
   It wasn't too long before Amy unbuttoned her own blouse
and got rid of it.  She too, was not wearing a bra.  Seconds
later, her denim shorts and G-string were discarded as well.
Nevertheless, Amy continued paying homage to Christina's
firm breasts as she eagerly nibbled and sucked upon them.
   Pamela groaned with her first sign of arousal when Amy
placed a hand between her thighs and started masturbating.
With all of her fingers extended, the nymphomaniac rubbed
and caressed herself as she still focused upon Christina.
   "Let it out," I whispered to Pamela, still massaging her
shoulders.  "See... this can be a very exciting place."
   Amy's next move was to finally pull her probing lips and
mouth away from Christina's small, pert-sized breasts.  The
insatiable red-head followed that up by extending her arm,
then offering Christina's shorts-clad ass a hard swat with
her hand.  Christina jumped at first, then yelped in lust.
   The two ladies grinned at one another as Amy smacked the
blonde's ass yet again.  Next, the 27-year-old placed both
hands upon Christina's slender waist and proceeded to pull
her stretchy shorts down - and off.  Much to the delight of
not only Amy, but myself and (hopefully) Pamela as well,
Christina was not wearing any panties.

   Now... both ladies on the monitor were completely nude.

   Pamela let out another sigh as Christina dropped to her
knees before Amy's spread thighs.  Using the counter behind
her for support as she stood, Amy growled in pure lust as
Christina began to probe her tender pussy with her tongue.
At the same time, Amy clutched and squeezed her own breasts,
which only added to her already high level of pleasure.
   Taking a cue from that, I slid my hands from Pamela's
shoulders, across her neck and then down to her luscious
breasts.  I took each of them into my hands and offered both
a hard, firm squeeze.  Pamela's body arched and she sighed
in response, which only encouraged me to fondle her more.
   "Oh fuck yeah..." Amy growled, her eyes closed as the
20-year-old from New York orally worshipped her pussy on
her knees.  I had a full erection as I continued to grope
and squeeze away at Pamela's big, heaving breasts.
   "Wish you were there with them?" I asked Pamela, gently
kissing the crown of her head once again.
   "Yeeeeeah..." she responded in a tiny whine, her eyes
glued to the screen.  "But I like being here with you, too."

   I smiled at her words.  The tide was changing.

   "Touch yourself," I quietly instructed her.  "Go ahead
and do it, Pamela.  Touch yourself.  Touch yourself while you
watch Christina eat your girlfriend's pretty, little pussy."
   "Oh God..." Pamela moaned gently as she slipped a hand
downward, between her thighs.  Looking down from above, I
smiled once again as the buxom stripper began stroking her
clit with a pair of extended fingers.  "This is wrong..."
   "No it's not," I countered in a whisper, as Amy screamed
out her passion upon the monitor.  "It's human nature.  We
are all voyeurs, Pamela.  Some of us just don't know it yet."

   Christina was rewarded for her expert oral work as Amy's
pussy exploded in orgasm, creaming the young blonde's face
with her sticky, gooey juices.

   As Amy moaned and sighed in the sweet aftermath of
release, Pamela's body started to buck and churn about in
arousal.  Not only did she have the images in front of her
for pleasure, but Pamela was masturbating with two fingers
while I continually groped and mauled her breasts at the
same time.  I wanted to turn her on, big-time...

   Despite the fact that Christina's face and mouth were
splattered in her own orgasmic fluids, Amy showed no
hesitation as she knelt down and kissed the blonde hard.
   The two embraced and rolled around on the kitchen floor
for quite some time, before Amy settled between her lover's
thighs and immediately started lapping away.
   "Is your pussy wet yet?" I whispered to Pamela, while
sliding my right hand down her body and then between her
own thighs.  "Oh yes... it is," I grinned as two of my
fingers replaced hers, each starting to pump deep into her.
   Christina's body was already beginning to writhe and
thrash about upon the tiled floor as Amy deeply probed her
pussy with her tongue.  I saw a unique opportunity...

                           * * *

   "What are you doing?" Pamela said as I moved around to
her front side as she sat in the chair, before dropping down
to my knees.  I maneuvered myself until I was seated upon
the floor, directly between her thighs.  Without saying a
word yet, I then curled an arm around her waist and pulled
her forward... until she was sitting on the chair's edge.
   "I want you to keep watching the monitor," I told her,
which I could no longer see myself as I was on the floor
nestled between her thighs.  "Watch the monitor, Pamela...
I'm going to eat your pussy and make you scream in orgasm."
   "Oh God..." the blonde moaned - her loudest yet.

   I smiled while extending my tongue and offering the
blonde's sweet, intoxicating slit a long and thorough lash.
There should be little doubt that it tasted wonderful to me.
With Christina's sighs in the background, I then started to
flick and swipe my tongue across Pamela's pussy and clit in
quick, rapid-fire succession.
   Glancing up at her for a short moment, I smiled again as
Pamela's eyes were fixated upon the monitor in front of her.
Maybe that hand-slap wasn't such a bad thing after all...
   "Oh yeah..." I moaned, my tongue shifting into overdrive
upon her tender folds.  "You're soaked, Pamela.  I thought
you didn't like the idea of watching others..."
   "It's turning me on," she whined as Christina's screams
and sounds of passion were becoming even louder.
   "See that roller-ball in front of you?" I said, pausing
my oral work for a moment.  "It's like a computer mouse but
it's built into the control panel.  See it?"
   "Yeah..." Pamela squealed in return.
   "Move it around," I told her.  "It controls the camera.
Press and hold the button next to it, to zoom in and zoom
out... you can get all different types of camera angles."
   I watched as Pamela extended her arm above me.  I could
not see the screen, but kept an eye on her hand as it played
around with the roller-ball.  I then heard the faint sound
of the camera zooming inward.
   "Oh God..." Pamela moaned once again.
   "What are you looking at?" I asked, grinning.
   The blonde hesitated before answering, "A close-up shot
of Christina's pussy... as Amy tongues away at her.  Oh God
that is so fucking hot..."

   I chuckled to myself.  Had I created a new monster?

   Picturing the image in my mind, I grinned once more before
resuming my oral work upon Pamela's womanly slit.  At the
same time, I grasped my cock with my right hand and began
stroking it.  This was turning out to be something special...
   Pamela continued playing with the camera above me, her
eyes fixated upon the monitor, as I really began to do a
number on her pussy.  Soon, Pamela started to moan and whine
out in sheer arousal as Christina did the same, courtesy of
Amy's hot tongue.  Both were growling about in unison.
   When Pamela clenched her thighs tightly around my head, I
knew she was hooked.  I continued licking and swiping away
at her wetness, enjoying it even more, while causing her to
experience greater lust and passion.
   "Oh wow..." Pamela sighed as Christina screamed out in
carnal abandon, going through the progression of orgasm.  I
could only picture it in my mind as I'm sure Amy did not
slow her oral ministrations upon Christina down one bit.  I
bet Amy continued lapping away, wanting to gather up all the
pussy-juice she could.  After all, the slut was thirsty.

   Perhaps able to focus upon me now, Pamela reached down
with both hands and cradled my head as I continued my oral
work upon her.  She was close to an orgasm of her own - and
I was intent on providing her with one.  A BIG one...
   "Oh Jeremy this is so nasty," Pamela snarled in total
passion, having just witnessed her first encounter from the
comfort of the voyeur room.  "Oh it's so perverted..."
   "I know," I told her, suddenly jamming three fingers
hard and deep into her slit.  "And you love it... right?"
   "YESSSSS..." the busty goddess screamed as her body
exploded in a fierce, powerful orgasm.


                  <<<- End of Part 20 ->>>


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