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Get 2 months FREE*. http://join.msn.com/?page=features/featuredemail <1st attachment, "ISLAND07.TXT" begin> (Island07.TXT) ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise" - Chapter 7 of ?? (Revision 3.5) || (M/F, F/F and just about everything else) Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003 E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Chat: http://messenger.msn.com - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== Looking over at Kristanna for a brief instant, I could not help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to appreciate about this young woman and her overall physical appearance? If so, I certainly was not aware of it. Kristanna's graceful, tall frame, long-flowing blonde hair and deep blue eyes helped make her into a classic beauty. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a truly exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a nice, tantalizing view of her lush cleavage. Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and infection demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray of sunshine in my life ever since the day I met her some four years ago. Now, finally, she had made her long-awaited return to the island. I could not be any happier... As we were en route from the heli-pad to the mansion in my trusty, old Jeep, I glanced over at Kristanna and smiled at her once again. "How was your trip, dear?" "It vas long and tiring," she replied, using a Norwegian accent. "The vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida." I smiled at her. I simply loved to listen to this young woman talk. Her unique (and extremely sultry) voice ALWAYS made me smile. I also liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation. I sometimes wondered why Kristanna said my name correctly. Why wasn't I Yeremy to her? Norway was certainly a wonderful country to have produced a woman like this... I was so glad that Kristanna had finally returned to the island after a three week hiatus. After all, Kristanna was the primary reason why all of the other ladies here were on the island in the first place. Without her assistance. I would still living on this tropical paradise all by myself. Her travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The 23-year-old hooked up with a connector flight to Miami, Florida, and then finally made her way to Lima, Peru. From there, she was escorted to the island in a helicopter by a pilot friend of mine (whose name was Wayne). Her family lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time in California during recent years as a college student. Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew the other ladies would grow to love her just as much as I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and irresistible. "Tell me about da odders," was her next comment. "Do yew have a favorite amongst da girls yet?" "Sort of," was my response. "I like Devon the most, I guess. But I have gone through so many of the girls, and flip-flopped between them so many times, that I am going to hold off for a couple weeks before I finally decide who my favorite REALLY is. At various times I have liked Devon, Lindsay, Pamela and Amy the most. Now, I'm becoming more and more attracted to Trish. I like Devon the most right now, I guess, but that is subject to change." "Ahh yes, I remember her from da computer," Kristanna mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?" I nodded at her as she added, "From da pictures on yewr computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. So... let me get this straight. Yew cannot decide yewr favorite? Vait a minute... you name every girl except Stephanie?" "Stephanie is a real sweetheart," I told her. "But I really haven't had the chance to sit and talk with her yet. Most of my time has been spent with Devon, Pamela and Amy. I just watched Trish take Lindsay's virginity last night with the help of the voyeur room. That was incredible." "Oh," she responded, looking a bit surprised. "Pamela and Amy... vat are dey like?" "I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just the way that your computer program predicted she would be, judging from the questionnaires we sent out." "Amy da slut puppy!" Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I drove the Jeep, I told her, "Yes, you could say that." "I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna frowned. "Had problems vid da passport." "It's okay, sweetheart." I just loved that accent! "It wasn't your fault. I'm just glad that you are finally back with me. I always miss you when you leave." "I missed yew too! Du inviterer alle disse kvinnene her for å være med deg siden du leter etter kjærligheten. Men jeg elsker deg mer en noen av dem kan noen gang komme til å gjøre. Jeg bare håpte at du kunne innse det." I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned, "Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I can't understand a word you say - and it drives me crazy." "But it be fun," she giggled. "And yew crazy anyvay." "That's not very nice," I scolded her in a teasing way. "How is Blakken?" Kristanna inquired, referring to her horse here on the island. There were two horses in the stable (Blakken and Smokin Satin Bars (my horse)). Blakken was some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it had any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I do, though, it probably meant something funny. "Blakken is fine," I responded. "I have been taking good care of both of the horses in the stable." "Did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all da girls like I suggested yew should?" I smiled at her. "Of course I did. You gave me a big list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago." "Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it still there? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at her own words. "Vell, of course you beat it..." I laughed at her. "You still have your high score on your favorite pinball machine in the recreation room. I haven't beaten it yet. You are right, though. I beat other things." "Like yewr cock..." Kristanna snickered. "You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl." "So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I drove her to the mansion in my Jeep on this Friday evening. "Yew are happy vid all da girls yew bring to island? Is all da trouble ve vent true vorth it?" "These five days have been the best five days of my entire life," I told her in response. "But things are even better now, because you're back with me." I grasped the blonde's left hand with my right and brought it to my lips, then offered it a tender kiss. "You make me happy, dear. And yes, everything was worth it. Well worth it." "I go avay for one day and miss yew, Jeremy," Kristanna grinned. "But tree vhole veeks! Ven I come here, dough, I miss me family too much. I need a happy medium!" I smiled at her and said, "I hope you are hungry, dear. We're only 30 minutes away from dinner-time. I even got Louisa to fix one of your favorite meals - lutefisk." "Oooooh, lutefisk!" she exclaimed, referring to Norwegian cod. "Had some two nights ago but happy for anodder today. Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse, too? Dat real favorite." "Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to - even your crazy food. So you are hungry? Have you had anything at all to eat today?" "Momma fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and added, "But dat vas 24 hours ago. Flight lasted forever. Oslo, Frankfurt, Miami, 14 hours. Miami, Lima, six hours." "What is vafler?" "Vaffles and sour cream. Yum-yum. But no food on da airplane ride. Airplane food, yuck-yuck." Kristanna and her words never failed to make me smile. "You must be starving, then. We'll get some food in you." * * * Dinner-time on the island was set for 7:00pm each and every evening, and tonight would be no exception. All of the ladies were required to be in the large dining room at that time, where Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, would serve up the most scrumptious food ever known to mankind. Tonight, it was no different. Louisa had fixed all of us a huge, wide-ranging buffet of foods. How could someone go wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from, as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus rib eye steaks, pork sausage patties, lasagna, wild rice and various seafood and salad dishes? If anyone were to make it to dessert, Louisa had even prepared a raspberry chiffon pie. As all of us - myself and the seven ladies - enjoyed our delicious meal, we got better acquainted with each other. Our conversation was quite lively and included many various topics. Kristanna, who seemed to be a big hit with everyone due to her accent and overall friendliness, conveyed some stories to those who were interested about life in Norway. Kristanna spoke highly of the 300-acre farm that she lived on with her parents, saying it was one of the most profitable markets in all of Norway. The farm even featured a bakery, an ice cream parlor and a petting zoo for young children. There was a six hour difference between Norway (located in the Central European Time Zone) and the island (Eastern Time Zone), Kristanna told us. The average temperature for this time of year (June) there was 70 degrees Fahrenheit, but it had dipped down to 48 last night before her departure. In fact, Norway rarely topped the 75 degree mark all year. They received a lot of snow each and every winter. Here on the island, of course, it was winter in this part of the world (in the tropics). But winter here meant 70-75 degree weather, so it was not different than what Kristanna left behind in Norway. The hottest months here were January, February and March (with average temperatures of about 80). I considered those months to be the "dog days of summer". In some respects, as you can see, my life on this island was charmed. In others, it left a lot to be desired. At the dinner table, Kristanna even convinced Trish to try a bite of her precious lutefisk. Trish, who claimed to enjoy fish in general, said lutefisk had a strange taste. In other words, she did not like it. If there was one thing that I had learned from having Kristanna as my friend over the past couple of years, it was that people in her country had a very unique and exotic appetite. I did not care all that much for Norwegian food myself. Her people did eat a lot of fish, though, and that was probably one reason why Kristanna was so healthy, and in such excellent shape. Pamela told everyone that she was simply amazed with not only the beauty of the island and its surroundings, but also the ocean itself. It was crystal-clear, which was vastly different from the ocean in Maryland - where Pamela resided. She could not believe how beautiful the water was. Everyone got a good laugh when Stephanie, who worked as a registered nurse in her home-state of Connecticut, claimed that finally, she was no longer "on call". The 26-year-old went onto say that the telephone ringing and waking her up in the middle of the night was no longer a concern for her. "Let's see my boss find me now - five, 6,000 miles away!" Lindsay went onto share a story about the supermarket in Ohio where she was employed as the cosmetics manager. The young woman said that several of the guys that she worked with ("even those old enough to be my father!") were always flirting with her. Gee, I said to myself. I wonder why? Lindsay was the epitome of sweet innocence, and everything that an 18-year-old girl should be. Any man who was older (like me (29)) would love to get their clutches on Lindsay. Then, of course, there was Devon. The incredibly stacked and lusciously beautiful blonde had a few things of her own to share. The best was when she spoke about her own job - as a dental assistant. "I needed a break myself. I get tired of shoving those dental tools into peoples' mouths, having them go `ahhhhh'." Devon then looked squarely at me and added in a very lusty tone, "I much rather have people put things into MY mouth." ...Okay... My mind was in a daze for several seconds with those mere words, while everyone got a good laugh out of my reaction. I had to get my hands on - and cock into - Devon. AGAIN! Devon had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out Lindsay, Pamela and Amy, but after what happened last night, Trish was coming on strong. I found myself wildly attracted to the voluptuous Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving manner in which she took Lindsay's virginity. I felt like wrapping my arms around Trish's body and never letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person. Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that Stephanie was the only woman that I failed to mention when speaking about potential favorites. I had nothing against Stephanie, mind you. My interaction with her thus far had been mostly null and void, but that certainly did not mean that she was unappealing to me. In fact, I could easily see Stephanie one day emerging from the pack as my favorite. I could see any of the ladies doing that. I thought every single one of them was fantastic, but in their own way. I found dinner-time to be very fascinating and insightful on this warm June evening. I loved to listen to any and all information concerning the girls. I wanted to know every detail about their lives. I considered the entire group, believe it or not, to be my flock of angels. "Tell us about your job, Amy," Trish said to the red-head. "You're not a pornstar, or Internet sex model... are you?" "No, but maybe I should be," Amy replied. "Sounds better than what I am - a Professional Nourishment Provider." Many of the ladies appeared to be dumbfounded for a brief moment. "What was that?" Trish asked, finally speaking up. "Professional Nourishment Provider? What the heck is that?" "Oh..." Amy said, matter-of-factly. "Some people refer to my job as a Nutritional Transport Engineer. But you know what? I like Professional Nourishment Provider much better. I think it has a better ring to it." Trish just looked at Amy and shook her head. She was lost. The other ladies felt the same way. They had no idea what Amy was talking about. I did, however, and smiled to myself. I remembered her occupation from her profile. Amy giggled and finally confessed, "I'm a waitress!" Trish paused for a second, taking that in, then laughed. "Hey! That was cute! Professional Nourishment Provider... Nutritional Transport Engineer. Waitress. Originals?" "P-N-P is an original of mine," Amy replied. "But N-T-E, a friend thought that up. It was her idea. I'll gladly take all the credit for it, though!" There was another round of laughs in response to the very creative terms before we moved onto another topic. Now, it was Trish's turn to give some details about her profession. She was employed as a certified fitness instructor near her hometown of Toronto. "Sometimes when I run the aerobics class, I wish a big orgy would break out. A lot of the women in that class are real hotties, you know." Everyone seemed to squeal and fidget about at those words... With so much sharing and insight into the people that all of them truly were, I found this particular dinner to be my favorite thus far. I think Kristanna and her presence had a lot to do with it. Kristanna had the unique ability to bring out the best in everyone, and get them to open up. I hated for our meal to end, but realized that time would come sooner rather than later. At least no one left the dinner table for 90 minutes, though. That was excellent. * * * Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde hair pinned up (like now). There were so many wondrous details about her outer beauty that I could delve into, but perhaps the most striking thing about Kristanna were her legs. At 5-foot-11, Kristanna had what best could be described as "skyscraper legs". They were incredibly sleek and toned, with nary a blemish on them. Even better, those legs seemed to go on forever. Kristanna was incredibly thin (only 115 pounds at her height) and did not have the overly voluptuous figure that many of the other ladies here did. But she more than made up for whatever deficiencies with those legs. Stephanie, who stood 5-foot-8, also had legs which were very long and graceful. But I am afraid that they did not even compare with the beauty and symmetry of Kristanna's legs, which appeared worldly in their own right. Best of all, those wondrous legs of hers were on total display as she paraded about my personal suite in nothing but a black bra and G-string set on this Friday evening. Everyone had retired to their respective rooms for the night. Kristanna and I were no different. She was not always going to sleep with me, but that was the plan for tonight. We would worry about tomorrow when the time came. "Yew looking at me legs again?" she grinned. "BAD BOY!" "You're quite the bad girl," I countered, being playful. "The only reason you stripped down to your little bra and G-string is so you can tease me, and drive me crazy." "Is it vorking?" "Yes, it is. Very much so." The 23-year-old let loose with a charming smile as she took a seat directly across from me upon the bed. I inhaled sharply and told her, "I've said this a million times tonight, dear, but I think it bears repeating. I've missed you so much over the past few weeks. You're my best friend in the whole, wide world. I wish that you could live here with me, full-time." "A nice dought, but I vould miss me family too much," she countered. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to island?" Kristanna laughed at her own words and added, "I could see dat. Momma and Papa vould not like it here. Dey prefer farm life at home in Norvay, ya." "You've told me that before, sweetheart." "I vant to know much more about Devon," the seductress offered. "Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?" "Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. Devon just seems to be everything that I have ever wanted in a woman. This may sound hard to believe, but for as beautiful as Devon is on the outside, she is a million times more beautiful inside. Plus, Devon wants all the same things I do in life, too." I smiled at Kristanna and added, "I am still going to evaluate all of the others and focus on them individually before making my final decision, though. But thus far, I have connected with Devon more than anyone else... if you know what I mean. Plus, she really seems to like me. I have listened to her to say some very glowing things about me to Stephanie with the voyeur room." Kristanna took a deep breath. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy. Dat is all I have ever vanted for yew." I grinned once again and countered, "I trust that you will find the right man - or woman, too, dear. Who knows? Maybe that person is on this island right now. You said that you liked Devon the most, right? I got dibs on her now, but that could always change." "Hmmmmm... Devon," she purred. "But I like Trish now too. I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!" "How do you say `I love you' in your language?" was my next question. "Maybe I can spring it on whomever I choose and see if I can get a reaction or not." "Jeg elsker deg." I did not realize it at the time, but Kristanna said those same three words - jeg elsker deg, or `I love you' - to me while we were riding in my Jeep hours ago. Perhaps I took her words out of context since they were said in a large sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (days later, with the help of the voyeur room), I began to wonder... Was Kristanna in love with me? Our prior attempts at a bona-fide relationship always seemed to fail no matter what we tried, though the two of us remained the absolute best of friends. I had my share of highly intimate moments with Kristanna, indeed, but I still could not look at her as anything more than a friend. A close, wonderful friend - but a friend nonetheless. The biggest obstacle we had in terms of a commitment was the simple fact that she was a farm girl from Norway, and I was an islander from the South Pacific (though born and bred in the United States). Neither of us wanted to leave our respective homelands, although Kristanna did go to college in California. Nothing against California, of course, but I did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before. Geographics had blocked any type of reak commitment for us. "How is me English?" she asked, looking a bit hesitant. "I have been vorking hard on it da past few veeks." "Your English is fine, sweetheart. You have that accent and you pronounce a few things differently than common English-speaking people, but it is fine. You've come a long way in the four years we've known each other." "I could not speak a lick of English ven ve met! Going to university in Los Angeles has helped." I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that you are studying Archeology. You could be exploring a dark cave somewhere some day, and take a lefse break." "And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled. "You're priceless, dear. Just priceless." Kristanna seemed to notice the huge bulge within my shorts as I used my right hand to reach out and touch her face. The erection could not be avoided, as the gorgeous Kristanna was lounging upon the bed in nothing but her sexy black bra and G-string. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting... "I have you to thank for all of these girls being in my life," I said, embracing her warmly, my voice delicate and soothing. I gently nibbled upon her earlobe. "How will I ever be able to re-pay you in exchange for writing that matchmaker software for me? These girls are angels." "Betal meg tilbake? Du kunne giftet deg med meg isteden." "Why do you do that to me?" I smiled and shook my head. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all the time?" "As I said earlier, it be fun. I like yew not knowing vat it is dat I say to yew, Jeremy. If yew vant to know vat it is so badly, then simply learn me language!" "You could be cursing me out..." Kristanna laughed at my words. "I do not dink so." She brushed her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead with an arm and mused, "I need a snack before going to bed." "Would you like anything specific? A sandwich? I'll be happy to get something from the kitchen for you." "I vant some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips. Next, she broke away from our embrace and dropped down to her knees beside the bed. "Can yew give me a snack?" "Of course, sweetheart." Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch. Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy, languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side, allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth. Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss. Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own. Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster. "Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection. "Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my cock. "I am going to treat dis like a main course!" I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched upon her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with one, swift movement. Oh... what a wonderful feeling! As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me! As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy, little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those lips of hers had formed a large `O' around my erection as she gently worked away at it. I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure. Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth as she slurped me into a frenzy, I lost control of myself. I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her. As my body then crested downward from the incredible height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she gazed up at me in a passionate manner. "Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted a simple kiss upon her forehead. "So very sweet." "Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dere is nothing quite like da taste of cum at night! Or in da morning, or da afternoon... any old time, for dat matter!" I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl." "Ve are going to have a lot of fun over the next nine veeks with all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew, Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I did miss a veek. Unfortunately. But dank yew." "It was the least I could do, Krissy. After all, you are the one who helped me find all of them in the first place." I smiled at her and asked, "Can _I_ have a snack now?" Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask." When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over and across her thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly upon her kneecap. I slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass. Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it. "How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy. Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I like yew." "Lay down on the bed for me." She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a sensuous kiss upon my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful. "All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins," I grinned, my eyes transfixed upon her womanly treasure. "This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!" "Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew know I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do not do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya." I smiled. "I may just go all night, then." Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite, velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious. As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now. My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all night... Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly. She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh, Jeremy... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..." "You're the best friend anyone could ever have," I told her. "I'd do anything for you... Missy Krissy. Anything." "And I vould do anyding for YEWWWWW..." the blonde sighed, as I increased the speed and tempo of my probing tongue. In addition, I was jamming two fingers in-and-out of her pussy at a rather frenetic pace. Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it. When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time, and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna put a vice-tight grip upon my head with her long, slender legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs. I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip upon my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs. My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward and came to a stop once Kristanna and I were at eye level. We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips. "I know yew are going to hate me for dis, Jeremy," the Norwegian frowned. "But I be really tired. I vas on da airplane for 20 hours today, at least." Her frown widened as she added, "I need to get some sleep." I chuckled at her. "You think I want to have sex all night long with you? Is that why you think I'll hate you?" "I do not DINK yew vant to have sex vid me tonight," she countered, grinning. "I KNOW yew vant to have sex vid me." She giggled and added, "Yew nasty pervert..." I smiled down at her. "Look who's talking." Kristanna even let out a little whimper of a cry. "I am so sorry, Jeremy. But I am beat. I need some rest. Maybe yew and I can have sex some odder time, ya?" "We have nine more weeks," I reminded her. "The most time you have ever spent with me on the island was 11 days in a row. Remember that? Last year? Anyway, I am really looking forward to spending all this time with you, Krissy." "How could I miss being around so many beautiful women?" she cooed. "Dis is like dream-come-true for girl like me." I slipped both arms around her lithe body in an embrace and smiled once again. "You can go to sleep, fine. But I get to hold and caress your body all night long." "Oooooh... I have no problems vid dat!" * * * "Kristanna and I have been good friends for four years," I said to the entire group the following morning, as all eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table. "Four very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having an open sandwich vid butter and jam, and slices of meat or cheese for breakfast. And milk from da cows." "Are you complaining about Louisa's cooking?" I asked. "Oh no," Kristanna replied, shaking her head. "I dink Louisa is a great cook. Just telling yew and all da odders vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all." She focused her attention upon the girls and added, "But yes, Jeremy and I have been friends for four years. How I lasted dis long vid him as me friend is, how yew say, beyond comprehension." Kristanna laughed at her own words, letting all of the ladies know that she was simply joking around. That was good. Kristanna should rarely be taken seriously. "How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked. "I vas visiting inca ruins in Peru with me family. Momma and Papa alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu. One day I met Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He vas touring dere, too. Ve started talking and I decided to stay an extra veek after me parents vent home. I vent to dis island vid Jeremy and fell in love vid da place." "And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see me 40 or 50 times over the past four years." "What is Machu Picchu?" Stephanie inquired. "I think I have heard of it before, but don't know exactly what it is." "It's an ancient city located high in the mountains in Peru," was my response. "It is nothing more than stone ruins now, of course, but it is a national treasure and is protected by the government. But people can visit and take tours. The area around it is very, very beautiful." "Machu Picchu is vat got me interested in archeology," Kristanna offered. "I study it at university in California." "You seem to get around," Pamela grinned. "This island, Norway, California. You must be a world traveler." "I have many... frequent flyer miles," Kristanna laughed. "Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Stephanie mused. "Would it be too much to ask, Jeremy, if you were to take us on a little side-trip to it before the summer ends?" "Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "There are many things to see and do in Peru - especially the capital city, Lima. We'll talk about trips in the future." Lindsay raised her hand and offered me a shy, sheepish expression when I nodded my head at her. Despite losing her virginity to Trish just two nights ago, it was great to see that Lindsay still retained her shy and humble nature. It was one of the things that I found most appealing about her. "I was just wondering," Lindsay murmured, "about who will be Kristanna's room-mate? All of us already have room-mates and I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself." "Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Trish speculated. "They did stay together last night, you know." "Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon insisted, which made me smile. I liked that attitude. "Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna mused, "da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different girl every night. Like rotation system... yew know? Den I stay vid room-mate dat is vid Jeremy." "That sounds really interesting!" Stephanie grinned. "I want to stay with Jeremy tonight," Amy claimed, her tone uneven. "I haven't had a cock in what... a couple of days?" My body shivered with erotic sensations as Amy then added, "I'll explode soon if I don't get some cock." "A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela grinned. "I'm surprised you can last a couple of HOURS without one." * * * Wanting to help Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, I began to clear the dinner table of all dishes and trays after our breakfast meal had concluded. Amy, who worked as a waitress in her suburban Cincinnati hometown, decided to pitch in and help me with the clean-up too. Trish also lent a helping hand, which was a pleasant surprise. Devon, Kristanna, Lindsay, Pamela and Stephanie all said they were going to change into their bikinis and then go down to the beach for a day of fun and swimming. After the dishes were taken care of and the formal dining room was spic and span, Amy said that she was going to join them. The insatiable red-head planted a kiss both Trish's cheek and mine, then smiled and sashayed off to her room to change. At least that was where I thought she was going... Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Amy to leave, but LOVED to watch her go. What a magnificent ass! She wore a pair of cut-off denim shorts, which clung tightly to that shapely ass of hers, accentuating its gorgeous shape and erotic firmness to the greatest extent. As I watched the 28-year-old strut away, I paid special attention to that wondrous backside. Amy's lush, round ass jiggled and twitched seductively with each and every step, her hips swaying from side to side in an exaggerated fashion. She was giving Trish and yours truly a little tease show. "I think there goes my real breakfast," Trish offered, her green eyes also trained upon Amy until she soon disappeared around the corner. "Yum..." "Trish!" I openly scorned her, albeit playfully. I shook my head and added, "What's the deal, sweetheart? Aren't you going to join the others down at the beach, too?" "I will eventually," Trish said, smiling, her expression somewhat suggestive as she looked at me. I then remembered what happened just two nights ago when Trish took Lindsay's virginity. The images were still very fresh to me. I could not get them out of my mind. Not that I wanted to, you know. I watched the encounter two more times just this morning (with the help of the voyeur room archives). Kristanna even got down on her knees and gave me a slow, loving blowjob as I sat at the panel, watching Trish make love to Lindsay. I was, as a result of how she treated Lindsay that fabled night, extremely attracted to Trish. And why not? Soft green eyes and a lovely, cover-girl face gave Trish an innocent edge to her otherwise sex machine of a body. At 5-foot-4 and 118 pounds, not only was Trish very physically fit, but she was also incredibly voluptuous, too. A fitness instructor in the Toronto area, Trish could easily pass as a centerfold model in an adult magazine. She had all of the qualifications for it, too. Not only was the blonde supremely stacked, with that beautiful face of hers to boot, but she also had a smile which could brighten even the darkest of rooms. Trish could really be a super-model if she wanted to give the profession a try. But the 27-year-old also had a charming personality and infectious attitude which drew others to her. I found myself thinking this about all of the ladies here, but it was the truth. All of them were very friendly and easy-going. The only one who seemed to have any sort of an edge about her was Amy, but that can be discussed at a later time. As for Trish, that smile of hers was what always got me. Instead of calling it `pretty' or `lovely', let me say that Trish's smile could best be described as `genuine'. It was beautiful, indeed, but Trish seemed to convey a series of good vibes and positive emotions through her smile. It was the type of smile which clearly indicated that she was a warm-hearted and loving kind of woman. Trish also seemed to posess a certain sense of poise and confidence about herself that I also found very attractive. She was not confident in an arrogant way, or even an outgoing way. Rather, Trish's confidence was subtle and mostly hidden below the surface. I could tell just from watching her this whole week that Trish was a go-getter; she was goal-oriented and strived for nothing but the best in life. I liked that. That was, of course, my type of woman. "I remember from your profile that you are a big-time fan of professional hockey," were my words for Trish, wanting to strike up a conversation. "Correct?" "Oh yes," she responded. "I love my hometown team - the Maple Leafs. I've been to a ton of their games over the years. You know that us Canadians just love our hockey." I grinned at her. "I'm not much of a hockey fan, but I always heard that you actually have to go to a game instead of watching the sport on television to fully appreciate it. Then, after going to a game, you are hooked on it." Trish nodded her head. "Yes, that's true. If we were in Canada, Jeremy, I'd offer to take you to a Leafs' game. Too bad they flamed out in the playoffs this year..." "I'm more a baseball, basketball and football sort of person," I told her. "Professional, that is. I have my favorite baseball and football teams in Cincinnati, and then for basketball, the Lakers from Los Angeles." "You used to live in those places, right? That is what Devon was telling me and Lindsay yesterday." "Ohio for 12 years, New Jersey for six, California for four, with a short spell in Oregon, and then the last seven on this beautiful island." I chuckled before adding, "You know that Lindsay and Amy are from the same county where I lived in Ohio? I would call it a coincidence, but it's really not. One of the reasons why I chose Lindsay and Amy was because they, along with me, are from the same area." "Amy lives more in the city while Lindsay is out in the country, on a farm," Trish said. "That is what Devon was telling me, at least. They live 15 miles apart." I nodded my head. "Lindsay is from a really small town. That is why, I think, she seems so shy and reserved." Trish flashed that remarkable smile once again. "I like Lindsay just the way she is. That girl is the sweetest little thing that I have ever seen." She giggled and added, "I want to take Lindsay home and play with her for 60 years." "Devon and I were walking together on the beach Wednesday night, and saw you and Lindsay sharing a blanket together." "You did?" she gushed. "You should have stopped by and said hello. We were roasting marshmellows over a bon-fire." I grinned at her. "We didn't want to disturb you." "You wouldn't have disturbed us at all," Trish countered. "I was telling Lindsay all about stars and constellations... that's all. I've always been fascinated with astronomy. When I was little, I would go out at night and look up at the stars. I always wondered if there were other people living on them. Aliens, you know. Back then, my father would point out the stars and tell me their names. Anyway, I was telling Lindsay all about them that night." "Tell me about your family, dear." Trish smiled again. "There is my mom and dad, and I have two younger sisters. Christie is 26 - one year younger than I am - and Melissa is 17." She hesitated before continuing, "It seems kind of strange because Lindsay is only 18. I always think that Melissa is so young and immature. But I'm in love with someone just a year older than she is." Trish flashed another smile. "Christie looks exactly like I do." I laughed. "I don't know if I could survive two of you." "What do you mean?" she asked, twirling several strands of her long-flowing blonde hair around a fingertip. "You're a very beautiful, very smart and kind-hearted woman," I answered. "If your sister looks just like you do, and more importantly ACTS like you do... I might have a heart attack. You're enough temptation for me as it is by youself. Two of you would blow my senses." "Oh... that's so sweet," Trish cooed, batting her eyes. I took a step back and smiled at the amazing beauty that was Trish. She wore a little pair of red spandex shorts, which ended several inches above her kneecaps. Her red top was equally body-hugging as well. It was very tight with a deep, plunging neckline, maximizing the appearance of her formidable cleavage. She also wore a pair of white sneakers and matching socks. Lastly, Trish had a white sweatband tugged across her forehead, with the crimson-red Adidas logo remaining visible to fully compliment her athletic attire. Indeed, I was very attracted to this beautiful woman. And that attraction was multiplying by the second. "Have you ever been to my country, Jeremy?" I nodded my head. "Yes, I have. It was in 1995, if I'm not mistaken. I had a business meeting all afternoon, then caught a baseball game that night at the SkyDome." Trish flashed that golden smile of hers once again. "You should have come and seen me back then, Jeremy. If it was in the spring or summer of 1995, I was only 18. I would have loved to catch a Blue Jays' game with you." "Unfortunately, I did not know you back then," I grinned. "Else... I would have gladly took you to the game." If I did know Trish in 1995, I said inwardly, she and I may very well be married right now. I could easily envision that... "What has happened thus far during these six days is much different than what I expected," Trish admitted. "What do you mean?" "I fully expected you to have all of us in some sort of non-stop orgy by now. With all of the money that you're paying us, I was really expecting nothing less. I thought you would be some sort of big-shot playboy type of guy." "I might still turn out to be that way," I countered, shrugging my shoulders in an innocent fashion. "I don't think so," Trish grinned, shaking her head. "You seem entirely too nice and sweet to be a pervert. I think you're a good guy who has some naughty fantasies. That is what this whole thing is about." I laughed softly. "I shall take that as a compliment. Tell me, Trish. Is this a complaint of yours? Do you WANT to be in an orgy right now, and for me to be a pervert?" She shook her head again. "No, not at all. I'm glad that you're allowing us, as you said earlier in the week, to go at our own pace. Thank you, Jeremy. Thank you." "Your comfort is my goal," I reminded her. "That is my motto for these ten weeks. If you are not comfortable, Trish... or any of the others are not comfortable for that matter, then I'm not accomplishing my goal. Very simple." Smiling, Trish leaned upward and planted a simple kiss upon my cheek. I was not expecting it from her and thus, I now found myself blushing beet-red. Trish's smile became even brighter as she gauged my heartfelt, genuine reaction. "Thank you for making this a lot easier than it should be," she said, leaning up and kissing my cheek again. "You're welcome," I told her, still somewhat embarrassed. I touched my face with my right hand, then looked at it for several seconds. I could not believe Trish had kissed me. Of course, I was not complaining about it. No way... Trish giggled and pointed toward the dining room exit. "I better get going if I want to catch up with the others before they all hit the beach. Why don't you join us, Jeremy? Maybe we can have a big cook-out there later on?" "Sounds like a plan," I grinned. "I'll be down in a bit. I need to change into my swimming trunks." "I need to change too," Trish squealed, before smiling once again. "See you at the beach?" When I nodded my head, Trish waved her hand at me and then turned to walk away. Just like moments ago with Amy, I hated for Trish to go... but LOVED to watch her leave. I fully appreciate a round, firm ass encased in spandex... * * * "God..." I moaned a short time later, my body full of sexual anxiety, as I made my way into my personal suite. "What a woman," I added, shaking my head. Trish was the one now at the forefront of my thoughts - and for good reason. She was a goddess! I wanted the opportunity to get to know her on a much more personal level. As I turned the corner and was about to whisk my shirt off, I suddenly froze up, and my eyes nearly exploded at what they saw in front of me. Lounging upon my own bed was the wicked Amy, who did not have a single stitch of clothing on her fabulous body. Perched upon her side, she propped her head up with an elbow and offered me a beguiling smile, while using her other hand to massage the cleft between her creamy thighs. "What are you doing here?" I managed to get out, admiring her flame-red hair as it was braided in a stylish way. Not only was I surprised with Amy's mere presence, but my heart was suddenly beating at a rapid rate of speed. Indeed, what was Amy doing here right now? I thought she was going down to the beach with the others. That was what she claimed. One of my house rules was that no one was allowed into my personal suite without my explicit permission. Obviously, I did not invite Amy to come waltzing in here this morning. Thus, I was seething inside. I was angry. Beside myself. But of course, I would never let Amy know my true feelings. I refused to display any sort of negativity around her. I was not the type of person to express any dissatisfaction while in the presence of beautiful ladies - especially to those who were on my island. I was just happy that all of them were here. The last thing I wanted to do was make the group of ladies angry at me. The best way to avoid that, I figured, was to always give in and do whatever they wanted. "Aren't you happy to see me, Jeremy?" the 28-year-old said in her most sultry voice. "You're not mad that I invited myself into your room this morning... are you?" Giggling, Amy flipped over and then rose up to her hands and knees. Facing away from me while looking over her shoulder, Amy flaunted that spectacular ass of hers for my adoring eyes and cooed, "Want to spank me for being a bad girl?" Needless to say, those words caused a full-blown erection to quickly form within my trousers. Amy grinned and wiggled her ass some more at me as I first choked, then finally got out, "I thought you were going to the beach with the other girls? And we already agreed you would stay with me in my bed tonight. Can't... can't you wait until then?" "I don't want to wait until later tonight because I need you RIGHT NOW," she told me, which sent absolute shivers shooting right down my spine. My God... I gulped my throat at the mere idea as my shaft now began to bulge and ache within the confines of my trousers. Amy, of course, spotted my predicament with her pretty green eyes and smiled in response. "Need some help?" "You girls are really going to give me a heart attack..." Amy turned to face me upon the bed, then lowered herself to a seated position upon her knees. She massaged one of her full breasts with a hand and cavorted, "Well, if you do have a heart attack, at least you'll have it with a smile on your face." I let out an erotic sigh as she then added, "My body is your playground, Jeremy. Use me as you see fit." I took a deep breath and said, "If you put it that way..." I lunged at Amy upon the bed and met her mouth with my very own for a slow, languid kiss. Both of us moaned with a mixture of sheer lust and desire as our tongues met between our pressed mouths. I stabbed at her tongue with my own, then slid it in erotic circles over and across hers. My hands then trailed down her naked, slender back, and soon I patted her tight, wondrous ass with both of them. "Are you going to fuck me yet?" Amy asked, an expression upon her face which indicated that she was hoping. I laughed at her words and replied, "It's good to see that you realize what it is that you want. I could never turn down such a request. How? What position?" Amy smiled and answered, "Doggie-style, of course!" I smiled at her energetic response and offered her another deep-rooted kiss upon the lips. An instant later, Amy backed away from me upon the bed and flipped over - onto her hands and knees. She wiggled that shapely ass before my admiring eyes once again and cooed, "Come on, Jeremy. Come fuck me!" I took yet another deep breath and sighed, then literally ripped my trousers down and off. My briefs went next, and then I joined Amy on the bed and settled in directly behind her upon my knees. I fisted my cock and prepared to enter her pussy in her desired manner - the doggie-style position. "Hmmmmm," she moaned, her head rolling about, as I latched onto her hips with both hands and squeezed tightly. I nudged my bulging erection between her asscheeks and held it there for quite some time, but then guided its swollen tip directly into her tender, sweet pussy. Amy tensed with sheer desire as I did so, curling her neck backward and sighing. "Oh yeah... that feels good," Amy purred, a smile upon her enchanting face as she glared over her shoulder at me. "Oh yeah, Jeremy... fuck me." Her expression tightened as she added, "Fuck me, Jeremy. Come on... fuck me. Fuck me!" I moaned as well, gulping my throat, as the entire length of my cock had now vanished into the confines of Amy's slit. Not a trace of it could be seen; my testicles were stuffed hard upon her quivering ass. And guess what? It felt GREAT! "Fuck me," Amy reiterated, her tone becoming more heated and impatient. "Come on, Jeremy. I've been waiting for you to fuck me again since Tuesday. Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" With those words, I took a deep breath and began thrusting away at the velvety folds of her pussy. Knowing that Amy preferred her sex to be on the physical side, there was no need to be slow or gentle to start things off with her. Within a matter of seconds, my hips were churning about at full-speed as I blasted my cock in-and-out of her wondrous pussy. Best of all, Amy was already yelping and screaming out in response. Of course, I was, too. My senses were flaring with intense passion as I looked down at the sight of my cock as it entered, exited and then re-entered Amy's pussy in a constant cycle. I clutched her magnificent ass with both hands, mauling its firm flesh, as my body was alive with pure, unadulterated arousal. "Come on, Jeremy!" she roared, looking over her shoulder at me once more. "Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me HARDER!" I would have loved to follow through on Amy's request, but that would be impossible. How could I drill her any harder than this? My thrusts were quick and powerful, as my cock blazed a trail deep within the confines of her slit. It felt as though Amy's pussy was clutching my shaft like it was a fist, and did not want to let go. I was giving her everything I had, yet she still wanted more... "Come on, Jeremy!" Amy demanded, her eyes narrow, as she still glared back at me. "Fuck me harder than this! Pound me with your big cock! Hurt me with it! OHHHHH... come on! YOU KNOW I LIKE IT HARDER THAN THIS, JEREMY! _COME ON_!" I shook my head at her words, wondering how she could possibly even ask me to be anymore rough or physical with her. I was using every last ounce of strength within my body to hammer her as it was. I was just one man - not an army! My body was like a machine as my hips pistoned themselves in a continual back-and-forth motion. I gulped my throat as the sensations slowly but surely began to overwhelm my mind. I hesitated for an instant in mid-thrust to compose myself, and get a second wind. Then, I reached the final stretch. At least Amy wasn't begging me to pound her any harder as I gave one final effort to blast her pussy with a series of intense thrusts. The red-head was now screaming out her lust, pounding a fist upon the bed, as I pummeled her in the doggie-style position. I only had a few more seconds... "OH YES!" she roared, seeming to sense my predicament. "CUM INSIDE ME, JEREMY! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY! FILL IT!" Those words pushed me over the proverbial edge. After burying my cock all the way inside her pussy, I screamed out in absolute desire as I experienced one of my more intense orgasms in quite some time. I could feel the sperm gushing outward from the tip of my cock, filling and flooding her womb like only it could. I teetered on the very brink of madness, and felt for an instant or two that I would pass out from this very extreme level of pleasure. At the same time, however, Amy seemed to let herself go as well. She pounded both fists upon the mattress and screamed out in orgasmic passion, only for her curvaceous body to then go limp seconds later. In the aftermath, I collapsed on top of Amy in a (very) satisfied heap, my cock still embedded within her pussy. My breathing was quite ragged and labored, and my heart was beating at a rapid pace. Still, I caressed her beautiful ass with my right hand and planted a kiss upon the back of her neck. It looked marvelous, being on display, with her red hair all nice and braided up. I kissed her neck again. "You're incredible, Amy..." The enchantress grasped my right hand and pulled it to her mouth, then kissed it. She licked and swiped away at my index finger, saying, "Hmmmmm, yes. I needed that." "Are you going to the beach at all?" I asked, breathless. "I'd rather be here - with you," Amy answered, leisurely licking my index finger with her tongue. She then brought the back of my hand to her forehead and held it there, while also sighing gently. "No one will ever love you more than I could, Jeremy." My eyes wide, Amy kissed my hand and added, "All I want anymore is for you and me to be together..." <<<- End of Part 7 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise" Author e-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Author chat: http://messenger.msn.com - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com Story archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ Please let me know what you think of the story! Your comments are the only reward authors like me receive for our hard work! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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