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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 10 of ??  (Revision 3.5)
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   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 ->>>


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