Message-ID: <42373asstr$1052460602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <highlanderjm@hotmail.com> X-Originating-Email: [highlanderjm@hotmail.com] From: "Highlander JM" <highlanderjm@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <Law10-F101tTU58ugIh00008ee2@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 08 May 2003 20:17:48.0406 (UTC) FILETIME=[E4CB7160:01C3159E] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 08 May 2003 16:17:48 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} "Island Paradise" Chapter 10 (Trish and Jeremy) Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 02:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/42373> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates (Island10.TXT) ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise" - Chapter 10 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/ ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== The morning after the long, memorable gang-bang where not only did seven beautiful ladies have their way with me at once, but I eventually wound up popping Lindsay's cherry as well, I found myself cruelly jarred awake by a bolt of lightning and accompanying thunder around 7:15am. My body had really been pushed beyond its limit over the past week or so - thanks to these ravenous women - so I was incredibly sore. I was so bad off that it even hurt to move. But nevertheless, I managed to get out of bed and slowly walk over to the collection of floor-to-ceiling windows that oversaw the sports complex and pool outside. This island may be a paradise, but it was not immune from the horrible storms which plague the South Pacific on a routine basis. The rain which came down so hard yesterday afternoon and last evening had not let up one bit. Even worse, there were continual flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder now, and the wind was gusting so much that it howled. Having spent a lot of time on this island over the past seven years, I was used to these type of storms. However, I was fairly certain that none of the ladies - except Kristanna (who had been to the island a lot as well) - had been through a massive electrical storm like this. I wanted to be sure all of that the ladies were safe and sound. Instead of checking on them from the voyeur room, I thought it would be best to do so in person. I threw on some clothes and put a hat on - to hide my tousled hair - then left my personal suite and ventured for the guest corridor. Once there, I could hear the storm as it raged outside. Still, I quietly opened the door to Pamela and Amy's room - not wanting to startle them. A smile came to my face as I saw both goddesses curled up together in bed, lost in sleep. Their bodies were entwined and their lips close as both of them were frolicking together in the land of dreams. I gently closed the door and went to the next room, which belonged to Devon and Stephanie. My eyes grew big at what I saw. Devon and Stephanie were fast asleep as well, but they had some company - Kristanna. All three of them were huddled together upon the large bed, sleeping peacefully. It was good to see that Kristanna had found some bed-mates after the massive gang-bang which took place last evening. The original plan was for Kristanna to share the same bed with me once the others finally left us last night. But instead, Kristanna was disappointed when I told her that I was so exhausted and sore after what I had gone through that I rather just spend the night by myself. But I was happy that she had found a temporary home with Devon and Stephanie. The three of them, dare I say, made a good couple. As I closed the door to their room, another lightning bolt flashed outside, followed by the loud crackling of thunder. I wondered to myself how these ladies could sleep so easily through such a storm, while it woke me up so suddenly. That certainly did not seem to make a lot of sense, right? I was supposed to be the hardened islander here... correct? A check of the third suite told me that not all of them were immune. While Trish was in bed, sleeping like a log, Lindsay was seated at the window - looking outside. Another lightning/thunder combination made the charming 18-year-old cringe and shudder in absolute fright. She was mortified... "Lindsay?" I said quietly. "Are you okay?" She turned and saw me. "Jeremy!" was her exclamation. I made my way over to her as she fretted, "I hate storms!" I placed my hand upon her shoulder and offered, "You must be the only one, then. Everyone else is asleep." "How can Trish sleep through this?" Lindsay exclaimed, looking at her lover - all tucked away in bed. "I have been awake for an hour because of all that lightning and thunder!" "Everyone is asleep except you and me," I reiterated. "I see that you don't like storms. But they happen here on the island. Expect a couple of more really big ones before the next nine weeks are up. It's just a way of life here." Lindsay shrieked in fright as another bolt of lightning struck down - this one someplace close, on the island. The little blonde then looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "I hate storms, Jeremy. I just hate them!" I extended my hand to her and said, "I can't make it go away, honey. But let's go to the kitchen and get something to eat. It may help put you at ease." Lindsay took my hand and I guided her out of the bedroom and eventually into the spacious kitchen. Dressed in just an oversized nightshirt, the teen-ager looked like a doll. I felt like playing with her, of course - especially after what happened between us last night - but knew this was not the proper time or place to do so. Lindsay yelped once again as another bolt of lightning crashed down nearby. Apprehensive, she leaned against the countertop and looked at me. "What happens if the power goes out? It could happen, you know." "It could happen, yes," I told her. "I do have backup generators installed for the kitchen and the water pressure. I would have to summon a repairman from the mainland if the power went out... but we would be okay with food and water." Lindsay offered a faint smile. "That's reassuring." She paused and added, "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I'm really not hungry. I just hate lightning. I can't tell you how much." I placed the skillet and spatula, which I had just pulled out, back into the kitchen cabinet and nodded my head at her. "Very well, then. You're not hungry. Maybe you would like it if I took you on another tour of the mansion?" "Yes, I would," she nodded in response. Lindsay then offered me a curious glance as I extended my hand toward her. She hesitated for a quick moment or two, then smiled and grasped my hand with her own. Next, I guided Lindsay out of the kitchen, while pulling her hand toward my mouth and planting a gentle, whispery kiss upon it. "I hope you have no regrets about last night." "Not at all," Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "I never expected to lose my virginity to a woman I met days earlier in Trish, like I did last Thursday, and then you, a man, who I had known for one week. But it all worked out pretty well. I have no regrets whatsoever. Seems as if Trish began to take my virginity, then you finished the job." "If you don't mind me asking, dear... how can a woman who is as beautiful as you are... how can you possibly stay a virgin until you are 18? It seems the temptation would have gotten to you long before now. Just by looking at you, and then judging by how friendly and easy-going you are, I know you had plenty of opportunities before coming here. I bet guys and girls were beating down your door." "I don't know about that," she responded, chuckling. "A lot of it has to do with when my father passed away a year and a half ago, Jeremy. I really lost interest in a whole lot of things when that happened. It took me a really long time to get over his loss. He was only 46 and we had no warning that anything was wrong with him. I always thought my dad would live to be 70 or 80. But we came home one day and there he was... curled up on the floor." Lindsay gulped her throat and added, "Heart attack. I was only 16..." I pouted and shook my head at her. "I'm so sorry, dear. Are you going to be okay? Want some tissues?" "No," she replied, wiping away some tears from her eyes. "I'll be fine." The young woman composed herself and took a deep breath, then went on, "I just lost interest in a lot of things when he passed away, Jeremy. I had just broken up with my boyfriend because, believe it or not, he demanded that I have sex with him after we had dated for so long. I was not about to let someone push me around like that, so I told him to get out my face and never talk to me again. It made me so angry that he gave me an ultimatum like that." "It's good that you stood up for yourself," I nodded. "Eddie was the guy's name. He kind of soured me on the idea of dating and relationships for awhile. Combine that with my father passing away, and I was pretty reclusive for a good six months. I didn't date anyone but when I finally did, it was all casual. I really spent a lot of time with my mom and three sisters, because what happened with my dad made me understand how just how precious family is. Plus, I was working 40 hours a week and going to high school. I was so busy for awhile that I had no time for dating." As we approached the formal dining room, I gave Lindsay a friendly smile and said, "Feel free to shut me up at any given time, dear, if what I say or ask is too personal for you. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable." "You can ask me anything you want," she smiled in return. "I feel very comfortable with you, Jeremy. I get the sense that you are very easy to talk to. I like that." "Thank you," I grinned, patting her on the hand while still holding it with my other. "That's very sweet of you to say. But it sounds like you kept pretty busy once your father died. Work and school full-time, and now, I know you you want to go to college, too. You want to study education, correct? Pamela has the same career goals you do." "Yes, we were talking about that," Lindsay nodded. "I want to be a teacher. I just love being around children. Maybe one day, I can have a few of my own." I smiled in response to those words. Hey... I wanted to be a father one day myself. The idea flashed throughout my mind about what it would be like if Lindsay was not even the mother of my children, but also my wife and soul-mate. I was that taken with her - and I was falling deeper and deeper into that abyss of infatuation with every passing second. "I love children, too," were my words. "My sister has three of them. Whenever I go back to the states, I always try and make a point of visiting them. Ages 13, 12 and 8. The 13-year-old, Tommy, has a birthday in just three days." I smiled at Lindsay and told her in a suggestive voice, "I just haven't found the right woman to settle down with yet." There was a moment of strained silence because of my tone and words, but that all changed once another lightning and thunder combination rocked the island. The lightning was so loud and booming that Lindsay clutched my arm and held on as if her very life depended upon it. "Why are you so scared of lightning?" was my question. "I understand that many women do not like it... some are even scared of it. But it will not hurt you. The chances of being struck by lightning are probably one in a billion." "Consider me that one in a billion, then," she countered. "I was struck by lightning when I was a little kid. I don't know how I survived it. It really did not even hurt me at all, which the doctor said was a miracle. But ever since then, I have been scared to death of lightning. I always just want to curl up and pray that it goes away." "You were okay?" I offered. "That's good to know. I guess you have a legitimate reason to be scared of it. I never worry about what will or will not happen to me, though. My only concern with the lightning is whether or not it causes a power outage. That would be a real mess." I hesitated for a moment and then continued, "I do feel very honored, though, that you chose me as your first-ever man. I had never with a virgin before... or in your case, a partial virgin. It was... very exciting." "I have only known you for one week, Jeremy, but I can't think of a better man to have my first time with. Trish was telling me how lucky I am last night to have had it with you. I told Trish that I agreed with her."" Her words made me smile. "Thank you, sweetheart. Tell me... how is your family holding up?" Lindsay smiled and leaned upward, then planted a gentle kiss upon my cheek. "It's just been so hard on all of us. I make ten bucks an hour - I'm the cosmetics manager at a supermarket - but I make more money than my three sisters, and even my mom. We all pitch in and help one another." "Ten dollars an hour for an 18-year-old is really good," I observed. "And you're a manager, huh?" She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "The store boss wants a pretty girl behind the cosmetics counter, so he gave me the managerial job when I was thinking about quitting last year. I really don't think that I earned that job with good work or anything. But I don't worry about it. I take the money and run with it. $10.15 an hour." "Did your boss actually say he wanted a pretty girl behind the cosmetics counter?" I asked, curious. "Oh, no," she answered. "He would never say that to me. He's way too professional for that. But I know that is his reasoning. Plus, I've heard things through the grapevine." "Well... I can safely assume that if that is what your boss wanted - a pretty girl behind the cosmetics counter - he made the best choice with you. I can't imagine anyone in that store who is prettier than you." "That's so sweet," Lindsay cooed, as her cheeks again reddened with embarrassment. Again, she leaned upward and planted a gentle kiss upon my face. "I originally came here solely because of the money possibilities, Jeremy. But from being here this past week - with you and Trish, and all of the others - I think this will be my best summer ever. It will be the best choice I ever made in my whole life." Even as the electrical storm raged on outside, with the hard, unrelenting rain included, Lindsay was wide-eyed and obviously a bit awestruck as I took her on a whirlwind tour of the mansion. The highest standards of sophistication and elegance were evident in every detail of the home, which featured double beveled-glass doors providing the utmost in natural lighting, a graceful curved staircase, marble flooring and beautifully crafted crown moldings. Lindsay was fascinated with the huge, L-shaped pool on the upper level, along with the mahogany library, grand ballroom, lounge areas and the main recreation room. What she enjoyed more than anything else, though, was the OmniMAX movie theater. I promised Lindsay that soon, I would treat her and the others to a film about underwater marine life in the six-story high theater. "With OmniMAX, you'll really feel like you are diving right with the sharks," I told her. "I only have one question," were my words, as I escorted Lindsay back toward the kitchen. Fortunately, the storm finally seemed to be letting up a bit outside. "Where does your attraction for other women come from? You said that before coming here, you had never even so much as touched another woman - even in a common, simple way." "I've always been attracted to women," she told me. "I had a lot of fantasies about girls I went to high school with. But I have always been too scared to step forward and tell any girls that I have a attraction toward them, though. That is one thing I love about this island of yours, Jeremy. I do not have to worry about my inhibitions, because it seems that all of the other girls here are just like me. We're all here to have the time of our lives." "Where have you been?" came a female's voice from the kitchen as we stepped into it. The voice belonged to Trish, who immediately closed the distance between herself and Lindsay, and placed an arm around her shoulder. "I woke up and you weren't there, honey. I've searched everywhere for you. I've been worried sick, with this storm and all..." "Oh, Jeremy was just showing me around," Lindsay said, shooting a smile my way before turning her attention toward Trish once again. "He's a really good tour guide." "Being in this mansion is like being in a fairy-tale," Trish observed. "I've always wondered what it would be like to live in a huge, sprawling mansion such as this. What makes it even better is that the mansion is located on a big, beautiful island. I still wonder if I'm dreaming..." As Trish continued talking, I lost my focus, and her words faded away as I openly stared at and admired Lindsay. The 18-year-old looked so ravishing in her delightful little night-shirt as my eyes took everything about her in. The white fabric with the two red stripes across her shoulders and down her sides, with a Minnie Mouse design standing out proudly over her firm, smallish breasts, was ever-so-tight. The garment ended at mid-thigh, so Lindsay's doe-like legs were on glorious display. They looked so very immaculate - just like the rest of her precious, adorable body. "Don't you agree with me, Jeremy?" Trish said, those words vaulting me out of my private thoughts. She gave me an inquisitive expression, as did Lindsay. "Well?" "Of course I do," I returned, though I had no idea what Trish was talking about. I had been gawking at Lindsay for the better part of a minute and during that time, all of the words spoken had been completely lost on me. Whatever I agreed with, I hope it did not make me look like a fool... "I think I'm going to get some orange juice," Lindsay told us, freeing herself from Trish's clutches and then strolling over toward the large walk-in cooler. Trish looked on and watched her with love in her eyes until the little minx disappeared into the refrigerator. "That thing is like a shed," Trish mused, now turning her attention toward me. "I've never seen a refrigerator that you could actually walk into. Of course, I've never seen a lot of things that this mansion of yours has." "I got the idea for the walk-in cooler from a meat shop in Peru," were my words. "I have a walk-in freezer, too." Trish grasped my left hand with her right and offered a charming, gracious smile. "Last night was SO incredible. I am surprised that you can walk today, Jeremy, after what all of us did to you last night! It was so wild!" "My body is very, very sore," I said. "It hurts to walk." "Oh, you poor baby," Trish cooed, leaning upward and planting a kiss upon my lips. "Would you like a massage?" "A massage?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "Oh yes..." Actually, I said to myself, I wanted Trish to perform some more of her magical brand of oral sex upon me. She started things off last evening by sharing my cock with Stephanie and later Amy. Then, near the end of the gang-bang, Trish offered Lindsay some advice on the finer points of sucking cock. She also gave her a brief demonstration. Needless to say, that little episode was one of the most erotic moments of my life. Two women upon their knees in front of me - one a virgin and the other a mature, classy bombshell - each of them paying homage to my cock. Lindsay did every single thing that Trish suggested she do to me, too. Lindsay was a little suck machine in training... As things stood right now, of course, Lindsay was my favorite amongst all of the ladies. There was no doubt about that in my mind after I had popped her cherry last evening. But Trish, I believe, was second in line. Not only was the voluptuous Canadian extremely beautiful, but she was also very nice and warm-hearted. Perhaps the one thing that I found most appealing about Trish was that she always seemed to have that remarkable smile upon her face. She was always very upbeat and positive about everything. "A massage sounds great," I said to Trish, clearing my throat. "Actually, anything you and I could do alone sounds great." Those words were a bit forward on my part, but they did not seem to bother Trish. She simply smiled. "You want to be alone with me?" I nodded my head as she added, "That would be kind of difficult right now, with this storm going on, and all. I don't want Lindsay to be alone." Just then, the exquisite duo of Devon and Stephanie came strolling into the kitchen. "Hi Jeremy!" Devon greeted, running over and planting a full kiss upon my lips. Lindsay and Trish may have been my current favorites, I reminded myself, but Devon seemed to have a bigger crush on me than any of the other ladies. I had not forgotten about that, either. After our kiss, Devon took a step back and giggled, "I'm kind of surprised to see you're still in one piece." "We almost ripped him to shreds last night," Trish agreed. "Jeremy vill be in shreds once dese nine veeks are up," Kristanna said in that exotic, Norwegian accent of hers, as she made her way into the kitchen. The 23-year-old looked at me and proclaimed, "Ve yust starting vid yew, buddy. Yew dink last night vas hot? Vait until next time, ya." Trish, who had been holding my left hand with her right, offered a little squeeze before turning toward the trio of newcomers. "Do you guys mind keeping Lindsay company? She is in the big refrigerator right now." Trish glanced at me for a quick instant, then back at the others. "Jeremy and I... we want to go down to the recreation room, and try out the pinball machines. I just love pinball." "Do not yew dare beat me high score on Cactus Canyon!" Kristanna warned Trish, albeit in a playful way. "It took me two years to get a higher score in it dan Jeremy." Trish laughed and responded, "Cactus Canyon, huh? I will not even touch that game, then. There are others to play." "Hi sweetheart," Devon smiled as Lindsay appeared from the walk-in cooler, a tall glass of orange juice in hand. She went over and placed an arm around Lindsay's shoulder. "Looks like you're with us for now. Jeremy and Trish want to run off and do something together." "Oh," Lindsay said, appearing crestfallen for a moment. She placed her glass of orange juice down and embraced Trish with both arms, before turning her sights toward me. All I received from Lindsay, though, was a smile and a wave of the hand. Trish got a hug. I got a smile and wave? That's it? "I'll be sure to catch up with you later," Trish said to Lindsay, kissing her on the lips. "I love you, babydoll." "Oooooh..." Kristanna smiled as Lindsay's immaculate face flushed red with embarrassment yet again. "Yew love her..." "I love you too," Lindsay told Trish, her tone hushed. Trish secured another hug and kiss from Lindsay, then looked at me and smiled. "Are you ready to go and play some pinball, Jeremy? Maybe you'll let me play with YOUR balls?" As Devon and Stephanie snickered in response to those obvious sexual overtones, Trish squeezed my hand and guided me out of the kitchen. For some reason, I said to myself, I did not believe that Trish really wanted to play pinball... * * * I offered no resistance whatsoever as Trish guided me to the elevator that whisked us to the glitzy recreation room, which was located below-ground. Here one could find a whole row of slot and pinball machines, as well as a selection of arcade games, pool tables and video poker screens. The bright colors scattered throughout - from the plush carpet and neon lights above - gave the room a party atmosphere. "I can't believe it," Trish said, glancing all about, as she led me by the hand into the recreation room. "Wow." "What is it, dear?" I wondered. The young woman smiled at me. "You and I are actually alone, Jeremy. No Devon, no Pamela and Amy, Kristanna, Stephanie, no Lindsay. I better take a picture. I better take full advantage too." Trish showed no hesitation as she stepped forward and planted her lips upon mine for a kiss. "What was that for?" I grinned as she eventually moved back, her seductive eyes flashing with newfound desire. "Just for you being you," Trish responded. "I really appreciate everything that you have done for not only me, but really all of the girls, thus far this summer, Jeremy. None of us could ever thank you enough for it." "Feel free to show your appreciation anytime," I told her in sort of a cheesy tone, attempting to sound cute. Trish smiled and pressed her lips to mine once again. This time, however, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and explored its velvety recesses. She met my tongue with her own within the confines of her mouth, and then they began to duel and slip-slide together in hot, erotic unison. Trish's arms encircled my lower back, then she pulled me closer to her. Her large, thick breasts felt fabulous as they were squished all nice and snug against my chest. The kiss continued as I snaked an arm around Trish's slender waist, only to then move my right hand down to her sweet ass and offer it a good, hard squeeze. The Canadian responded by reaching for the large bulge within my trousers and then, she began stroking it rather briskly. Soon, Trish dug her hand into the waistband of my trousers and then reached inside. Our kiss was broken as I tossed my head back and sighed, due in part to Trish wrapping her long, sleek fingers around my erection and offering it a firm squeeze. It was not too long after this that the bombshell had pulled my trousers down, and off. I kicked my sandals off and now, I was completely nude from the waist down. Our game of strip-the-other continued when I pressed my lips to hers for another kiss. I stuck my tongue deep down her throat, never wanting to leave it. At the same time, though, I used both hands to yank her spandex shorts down. It was a rather tight fit on her, indeed, but removed quite easily. Trish broke the kiss and stepped out of her shorts, then turned and led me by my shaft over to the far wall. Fortunately, she had not been wearing any panties under it. "I've waited for this moment since I got off the plane," Trish said, her voice full of lust as she glared at me. "I want nothing more right now than to fuck you, Jeremy." The young woman placed her hands upon my shoulders and then backed me against the far wall in the recreation room. Still stroking my cock, she initiated a heated, passionate kiss between us. I cannot even begin to describe what it felt like to have such a beautiful woman like Trish forcing herself upon me. Let me simply say that it was fabulous! It did not last for long, though. Trish broke our kiss yet again, only to drop to her knees upon the carpeted floor. With only her white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers on, along with white socks, Trish grabbed my erection once again and began stroking it. The hungry, excited expression upon her lovely face told me what this was leading up to... "I need your cock," Trish said, almost in a whimper. "I need it in my mouth. Right now." Trish removed her left hand from my hard shaft, but kept pumping its thick base with her right. Then, her blonde head darted forward and she took half of my pulsating cock between her moist lips and into her mouth. She continued to frig the base of my shaft with her hand while offering its upper half a soft, wondrous sucking. I was already in Heaven! I moaned as Trish's next move was to slide both of her hands to my testicles. She twiddled and played with the delicate flesh, which did nothing but send intense shockwaves of pleasure shooting throughout my body. At the same time, however, the enchantress had taken the full length of my cock into her mouth and was feverishly slurping away upon it. Trish's pretty eyes shifted upward and caught sight of mine. She gave me a cock-filled smile, then giggled. I could feel her tongue sliding over and around my erection, within her mouth. Trish continued to stare at me as she started a slow, up-and-down bobbing motion with her head. The 27-year-old massaged my testicles with her fingertips as she soon began using short, quick head-strokes. With my aching shaft firmly embedded in her mouth, she bobbed her head up-and-down at a furious, but short-distanced, pace. Of course, I am someone who believes that there is not a better feeling in the world than having a beautiful woman on her knees in front of you, servicing your cock. With my situation here on the island, I had an entire group of lovely ladies who were absolutely starved for some cock - MY cock. This truly was an island paradise, and I was the recipient of it. I was very, very fortunate to have this, too... With a forearm, Trish brushed a long mane of blonde hair away from her face and continued to pay erotic homage to my thankful cock. Instead of a up-and-down bobbing motion, now the lovely diva was wildly bouncing her head upon my cock. My body stiffened and I let out a growl. I was about set to explode. Trish realized this and grasped the base of my erection with both hands, then squeezed tightly. She sealed her lips around its bulging head and was quickly rewarded for her efforts with a thick, gooey helping of sperm. Trish growled in hunger, obviously enjoying the taste. Two more heavy spurts went into her hungry mouth and down her throat, but that was all I could muster for the time being. Trish did not seem to mind, though. She swallowed all of the juice and then offered me a gleeful smile. When Trish released my cock from her mouth, she had an exotic, content look upon her face. I took a step back from her and let out a sigh. The Canadian moved forward, though, and cupped my deflated shaft with her right hand. Glaring up at me playfully, it was clear what she wanted. "Trish, I want you to stand up and bend over at the waist, and put your hands flat against the wall here." The seductress looked at me with another grin. "Are you going to give me a spanking?" Her expression seemed to be full of hope. I did not have a spanking in mind, per se, but things were always subject to change... "I'll spank your naughty little ass, sure," I told her, which brought another smile. "But first, I have something else in mind. Do as I told you. Please..." Displaying a true submissive quality that I enjoyed in my women, Trish turned her back to me and leaned over at the waist. She spread her legs apart, then placed both hands upon the wall and wiggled her shapely ass in a provocative manner in front of my leering gaze. I stepped forward and reached around her voluptuous body, and eventually got rid of the loose-fitting t-shirt which had concealed her breasts. I tossed the garment elsewhere, then dropped into a seated position behind Trish's quivering ass and immediately began to thrust two fingers into her. Trish's body stiffened in pleasure and she let out a moan in response. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart?" were my words. Her only reply was another moan, as I increased the speed of my fingers. "Yeah, you like it." I stared at the small, pink crevice nestled snugly between Trish's thighs as my fingers jammed away at it. It was a luscious sight, indeed. I suddenly felt hungry and could not help but to lick my lips in anticipation. "Tell me you like it, sweetheart," I said, now fingering her even faster than before. "Yes..." the vixen moaned. "I like this... I like it a whole lot." Her body was squirming about in arousal. "What am I doing to you, dear?" I was teasing her now. "Tell me what I'm doing to you. I want you to say it." "You're..." Trish moaned, "finger-fucking my pussy..." She growled and added, "Oh yeah! It feels so good!" I continued thrusting two fingers in-and-out of her at a rapid pace for several seconds, then suddenly came to a halt. Trish took a deep breath as I used a finger from each hand to part the lush, velvety folds of her wondrous pussy. Once I inserted my tongue, she let out a long, extended moan. "OH YEAH..." was her response as I burrowed my tongue deep inside her womanly slit, tasting its many delights. The beauty writhed and squirmed about in obvious arousal as I then withdrew my tongue, only to start a series of licks and dabs upon her damp, swollen folds. I began to pound one finger in-and-out of her slit while also working it over with my tongue. Trish's pussy tasted just as wonderful as it looked. It was a pleasure to not only sample her, but to also watch her thrash and shudder about in lustful bliss because of what I was doing to her. Soon, I found myself with another hard, full-on erection. Since that was what Trish wanted most from me, I put an end to the finger/oral assault and rose to my feet behind her. The young woman squirmed about in pure anticipation, knowing full well what I was about to do to her. Trish held her bent-over posture, her hands upon the wall, as I settled in close behind her. I grabbed ahold of her ass and squeezed tightly, then poked my cock between the tight folds of her pussy. Even on the inside, I could feel that Trish was incredibly wet. She was very, very excited. Both of us shuddered and moaned in arousal as I slid my cock all the way inside of her. I continued until my testicles were tightly nestled against her upturned ass. "Oh my God..." Trish moaned, short of breath. "Your big cock... it's filling me... fucking me... fucking me..." I slowly pulled my erection out of her pussy, then jammed it back in. Holding onto her hips with both hands, I then began a continuous, but gentle, thrusting motion. It felt incredible - needless to say - to have my cock inside such a gorgeous lady. Words could not do the feeling justice. It was not too long before Trish was meeting my thrusts with ones of her own. When I went forward, her sweet ass moved backward - and thus, an erotic collision occurred. It only took a couple of these to get me going. The speed of my thrusts increased and in no time flat, I was hammering away at the vivacious blonde as hard as I possibly could. I remembered Trish's earlier request that I give her a spanking - and I was not the type to disappoint a beautiful woman. I pulled my right hand back, then gave her ass a good, hard swat with it. This brought a squeal and yelp from the 27-year-old. I slapped her ass again, my cock still thrusting away in her pussy, and it set her off. "OH GOD YES!" Trish screamed in undeniable lust. "OH YES! SPANK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK IT HARD!" I follow through on her requests by using both hands, alternating between them, to swat each side of her supple ass until it was a bright, crimson-red color. At the same time, my hips were a blur as I pistoned my throbbing shaft in-and-out of her incredibly tight slit. I was truly pounding her luscious body for all I was worth. "OH MY GOD!" the diva screamed. "I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA... CUMMMMM!" Trish continued to wail out in incredible pleasure as she experienced what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm. At the same time, though, I did not let up on her with my powerful thrusts. In fact, I used both hands to grab ahold of her ass and use it for support as I focused all of my energy into pummeling her slit with my willing erection. I did not last very long, though. Seconds later, I too, felt the sweet joy of orgasm. The wonderful feeling gripped my body, and it felt like all the energy suddenly went directly to my cock. An instant later, I screamed out in my own lust as I spewed load after load of sperm into Trish's hungry, awaiting pussy. What an incredible moment... "Oh my God..." the blonde whimpered, still holding her bent-over position, with both hands upon the wall. "Oh my God... Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God..." I'm not quite certain what she was going on about. The best guess I have is that Trish was reacting to the feeling of my sperm being deposited into her little pussy. Whatever the case, she continued talking while I grunted and growled, making sure every ounce of my seed was planted inside her. Several seconds after my orgasm had come and gone, I finally popped out of Trish. I took a step to the side and leaned against the wall, using it for support. I let loose a heavy sigh, then watched as Trish fell to her hands and knees upon the floor. At least for the moment, she was as sexually exhausted and physically spent as I was. "Thank you, Jeremy," were her words, her body shuddering in the aftermath. "I really needed that. Thank you." I dropped down to one knee as Trish rose up and stood erect on her own knees. Smiling, I offered her a warm, loving embrace. "You're very welcome, sweetheart. But in reality, I should be the one thanking you." "Hmmmmm," Trish purred, her eyes dreamy as she looked at me. "Let's forget about who should thank who, and just do it all over again." With those words, Trish kissed me again and grasped my cock - hoping to get another rise out of it. For today, at least, the recreation room would be home to the best recreation of all - sex. I had every confidence that Trish would see to it that I was well satisfied today... <<<- End of Part 10 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "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! 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