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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 13 of ?? (Revision 3.5)
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"Is it okay if I suck your cock right now?"
The sweet and charming Lindsay was dressed in a very thin
half-shirt and a pair of white thong panties, with her
long-flowing blonde hair pinned up into a bushy pony-tail.
The 18-year-old, who stood before me right now in my private
suite with an impish expression upon her darling face, was
simply too much temptation for any man to handle. Or any
other normal man, for that matter.
"Are you gonna let me suck your cock or not?"
My body tingled with passionate desire at the thought of
this little plaything sucking my cock until it exploded in
her curious mouth. Lindsay had given me a blowjob during
the legendary gang-bang which took place three days ago, but
I did not get the opportunity to ejaculate in her mouth. It
had been her first-ever blowjob, of course (remember Lindsay
lost her virginity to Trish just last week). Apparently,
Lindsay had been listening to the likes of Trish and Amy as
they implored to her just how good my sperm tasted to them.
Curious, she had barged into my room on this afternoon and
was in the process of literally begging to give me oral sex.
"Sweetheart, you NEVER have to ask if you can do anything
sexual with me," I told her. "You want it... come get it."
Lindsay smiled in the sweetest way while dropping down to
her knees directly in front of me. "This will only be my
second real blowjob, you know, but I've been practicing with
Amy. She let me suck on her strap-ons the past few days."
"You must have enjoyed that," I commented in a quiet tone,
although my insides were raging with lust at the mere idea.
"Oh God... I loved it," Lindsay retorted in a breathless
way, pulling my shorts and briefs down, and then tentatively
taking my swollen erection into her hands. "Especially when
Amy put that big monster in my pussy." She stroked the base
of my cock with her right hand and gripped its length with
her left, then took the bulging head into her mouth. A wave
of passion just seemed to wash over her face all at once.
Those sparkling blue eyes mesmerized me as Lindsay licked
and slurped the very tip of my shaft. Her soft, plump lips
took more of my erection into her mouth. Thing was, though,
mouthing its tip was all the inexperienced vixen could do.
Lindsay's blonde head bobbed back-and-forth in a slow,
languid manner, and soon she was able to take more of my
length into her mouth. She twiddled away at my testicles
with her fingertips while gazing directly up and into my
eyes. I was about to go to absolutely delirious with mad
passion as this overly horny teen-ager offered me a hot,
scintillating blowjob. Even better, Lindsay was performing
the good deed on her knees as she did so. Was this Heaven?
"Am I doing any good?" she asked after withdrawing my
cock from her mouth for a brief moment.
"Oh yes," I moaned in response, as she leisurely licked
and swiped away at my testicles with the tip of her tongue.
My body again tingled with arousal as I added, "Very good."
A happy smile appeared upon Lindsay's face as she then
took my cock back into her hungry, little mouth. Soon, a
determined look came to her eyes, and she seemed intent on
swallowing even more of my erection into her mouth.
I let out a wild moan and sighed sharply as I then felt
its tip nudge itself against her throat. Lindsay gagged for
a moment or two, but then adjusted to the sensations and
began twirling her tongue about upon my shaft within her
mouth. All the while, she continued looking up at me with
those enchanting blue eyes of hers. What a sweetheart!
The feelings within my body seemed to hit a fever pitch
as this natural-born suckstress practiced her craft on me.
An instant later, I roared out like a raving lunatic while
withdrawing my cock from the warm, wet clutches of Lindsay's
mouth. I then grasped my shaft and instinctively aimed it
at Lindsay's face, then the massive eruption took place.
The first blast of semen landed squarely on Lindsay's
cheek. She seemed surprised for a moment, but then opened
her mouth and extended her tongue while still glaring up at
me with those innocent eyes of hers. A thick, heavy glob of
sperm shot out and splattered across her nose and upper lip.
She licked her upper lip with her tongue, and then the third
and final spurt went directly into her awaiting mouth.
Lindsay moaned with pure delight as she then took my cock
back into her mouth and began sucking it again. I quickly
got the feeling that Lindsay could work my cock over from
now until the end of time, and never become bored or one bit
complacent with it. She was a ravenous cock-sucker. I also
knew that over time, her skills would improve even more.
With a youthful zest and enthusiasm that fit her age,
Lindsay's adorable face flashed with extreme arousal as she
glared up at me. "That tasted so good that I want to do it
AGAIN! And AGAIN! And AGAIN!" With those words, Lindsay
inhaled my deflated shaft back into her hungry mouth and
started sucking it yet again. "I NEVER WANT TO STOP!"
My body tingling with desire, I noticed that there was a
huge blotch of sperm draped across Lindsay's face and the
bridge of her nose. Nevertheless, she worked my cock over
with great passion and hunger. And she did it on her knees.
"Do your knees hurt?" I asked, curious. I recalled
during the initial blowjob that she offered me days ago,
Lindsay made the comment to Trish that doing this on her
knees was not the most comfortable position. Trish replied
by telling Lindsay that she would eventually get used to it.
"They hurt some," the little blonde answered. "But Amy
told me I better tough it out because I'll be spending a
LOT of time on my knees this summer!" Oh God, I said to
myself. I was going to be the sole recipient of that...
* * *
After the deep and heartwarming discussion I had with
Pamela last evening, I was absolutely convinced that I was
in love with her. Those feelings were still prevalent in
me, and very strong. Pamela was my ideal woman in many
aspects, but the insatiable suck machine otherwise known
as Lindsay was becoming much too addictive for me. I was
confused. Who did I like more? Pamela or Lindsay?
How could anyone go wrong with Pamela? The 27-year-old
sported an all-natural frame which was home to wonderful,
God-given curves. With an immaculate face and complexion,
and a winning smile, Pamela was the type of woman that most
normal men (like me) could usually only fantasize about.
Or was Lindsay my personal favorite? The 18-year-old had
an innocent, wholesome face, along with a smile which could
melt the heart of any man alive. Her small but precociously
perky breasts only accentuated her youthful image and appeal
to an even greater extent. Lindsay could best be described
as the spunky cheerleader type who, judging by the past week
or so, wanted to devote herself to carnal lust.
Pamela was everything that I had ever wanted in a woman.
She was totally caring and honest - two traits which the
women from my dark past did not seem to have a grasp on. I
got the sense that Pamela was very similar to me, wanting to
devote everything about herself to a life-long relationship
and love. Pamela was seemingly very focused and intent upon
me already, and those feelings would surely multiply as time
went on. I had a really good connection with her.
Unlike Pamela, Lindsay was very young and inexperienced.
The teen-ager had just lost her virginity in recent times.
Obviously, Lindsay needed to branch out in life and do some
exploring before ever thinking about the possibility of a
long-term commitment. That only made sense.
While debating the merits of she and Pamela in my mind, I
had to take Lindsay's youth into consideration. Myself, I
badly wanted to get married and start a family. It is safe
to say that Pamela was at that point in her life, too. But I
could not imagine the same scenario applied for Lindsay.
What if I dedicated all of my focus and energy upon
Lindsay over the coming days and weeks, only to be shot down
with the "I'm not ready for a relationship" line? Pamela, on
the other hand, would be cruelly hurt if I chose Lindsay over
her, and probably would not want anything to do with me ever
again. Why would she? And who could blame her?
It could easily turn out that Lindsay is not ready for the
commitment that I have so desperately sought for 10 years.
I would put all my eggs in that basket, then alienate Pamela
at the same time. Ultimately, I would have neither woman in
my life and I would be right back where I started - alone.
Thus, Pamela seemed like the "safe" choice. This is not
to take anything away from her, of course, and in no way
should it be implied that I would "settle" for Pamela. She
was an incredible woman with centerfold looks and a warm,
loving heart. I say that Pamela was the "safe" choice for
me simply because she and I seemed to have a lot in common.
Still, I could not help the fact that Lindsay drove me
absolutely insane. It was as if she was a drug, and I was
addicted to her in the worst way possible. I wanted to wrap
my arms around her luscious, little body, and never let go.
I wanted to luxuriate in every single thing that she was!
Let me speak in a hypothetical manner - say that Lindsay
and Pamela both wanted to settle down in life (like me), and
get married. Which of them would I choose then?
That was the million dollar question.
What appealed more to me? Was it the older, much more
experienced Pamela? Or the young hellcat in training? Did
I prefer Pamela's mega-voluptuous body, or Lindsay's tight,
lithesome frame? Pamela's tender smile and alluring brown
eyes, or Lindsay's innocent, sweet-cheeks face? Pamela's
thick, radiant blonde hair, or Lindsay's thin-flowing locks?
I really had no answer for any of those questions. Both
of these ladies were fabulous, but in different ways. I
could not say which of them I preferred. Pamela was close
in age (27) to me (29), which was a plus for her. But the
thought of corrupting a sweet, wholesome 18-year-old such as
Lindsay appealed to my more dark, carnal side.
I was so confused that I could not even think straight.
* * *
These thoughts were swirling throughout my mind as I sat
upon the sun-drenched beach on this late Friday afternoon.
Several hours after the "blowjob session" with Lindsay had
ended, the incoming tide was not as high today as it usually
was. Still, the tranquil sound of the incoming waves as they
rolled onto the beach was most relaxing. There was not a
single cloud in the sky; it was blue for as far as the eye
could see. The air was soft and pure, and had that tropical
smell to it which I found so very intoxicating.
If I were to turn and listen carefully, I could hear the
island's biggest waterfall - which was a majestic sight to
behold - in the distance. The scene was so very peaceful
and languid here that it could easily put me to sleep.
The island really had a lot to offer. In addition to the
sprawling beaches and various waterfalls, there was the sheer
beauty of the forest, the grandeur of a dormant volcano and
the picturesque views atop high-steeped peaks and cliffs.
But not much could quite compare to the beaches, which
were a wonderful place to heal jaggled nerves. I could sit
here for hours and simply meditate, and feel much better
because of it. If I were to stay here all day long, I would
later witness the sun sinking into the Pacific Ocean amidst
a blaze of glorious tropical colors. That was, without a
doubt, the most stunning sight of all on the island.
"Vat are yew doing?"
I had been relaxing and was so much at ease with myself
that I did not even realize that I had company until those
words were spoken. The sound startled me, but I smiled
after turning my head and noticing that the beautiful and
charming Kristanna had decided to grace me with her presence.
Dressed in a multi-colored bikini top and a grass skirt,
Kristanna looked like a true islander. She even had a ring
of pretty flowers in her hair, giving her that impression
even more. I just had to give her a second smile, based on
her physical appearance and the way she was dressed.
"I'm just enjoying the day, sweetheart," I quietly said,
answering her question. Kristanna took a seat beside me on
the beach as I added, "Is there anything not to enjoy here?"
"It sure is beautiful," Kristanna told me, gazing out into
the open ocean. "I can see vhy yew never vant to leave dis
place, ya." She linked her left arm with my right, and then
smiled at me. "Vat are yew dinking about, Jeremy?" My
eyebrows raised as she continued, "I know yew too vell. Yew
come here and sit ven yew not feeling good. Everyding okay?"
I pouted. "This is turning out to be a lot more difficult
than I ever thought it would be."
"Vat do yew mean?"
I forged a smile. "Trying to decide who my favorite of
everyone is. I like Lindsay and Pamela the most right now,
but that is always subject to change. Lindsay is so young
and sweet, but Pamela is everything I have ever wanted in a
woman. She is very mature and level-headed, and always
seems to be on an even keel. I like that."
"Yew already heard Lindsay say to one of odder girls last
veek dat in no way is she looking for commitment," Kristanna
reminded me. "My computer program may be good but it is not
infallible. All of girls are supposed to be ready to settle
down. Lindsay may be one day, but not now."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Maybe I could get Lindsay to
change her mind about a commitment. You never know."
"Lindsay is vay too young for yew," the Norwegian said.
"She yust lost her virginity last veek. Dat girl is going
to vant to go back to Ohio in eight veeks. In six months,
her little pussy vill be VORN OUT. I dink dat now ve got
her started, she vill vant to have sex everyday. Lindsay
seems to be type of girl vho vill take everybody on. All
cummers!" Kristanna paused and asked, "Is dat type of girl
yew want to settle down with, and marry, crazy Jeremy?"
"Crazy Jeremy?" I shrugged my shoulders. Kristanna was
a comedian and liked to throw little digs in like that every
now and then. I absolutely loved her personality. "I don't
know if that is the type of girl I want to marry. It's
really not just Lindsay and Pamela, either. I really like
Trish a lot, too. Trish and I have a lot in common. She is
very athletic and sports-oriented. I have always loved
those two qualities in women."
"I am very athletic and sports-oriented, too," Kristanna
reminded me. "Do not yew forget dat."
"Then there is Devon and Amy," I added. "I have not saw
all that much of Devon recently, but I know that she really
likes me. She probably has a bigger crush on me than any of
the other girls do. Amy told me earlier in the week that
she loves me, and no one could ever make me any happier than
her." I shrugged my shoulders again. "I... I don't know."
"Amy is older version of Lindsay," Kristanna observed.
"Lindsay may be all sveet and innocent today, but 10 years
from now, she vill be rough around da edges yust like Amy.
I am not sure yew vant slut puppy like dat as yewr vife."
"But I like Amy, and her look," I countered. "She is my
bad girl fantasy come to life. Lindsay is my good girl
fantasy come to life. And the likes of Devon, Pamela and
Trish are my absolute dream girl fantasies come to life."
Kristanna hesitated before asking, "Vhere do I fit in?"
I smiled at her. "You're my best friend come to life."
Kristanna made a face and shook her head in response.
"Istedenfor å bekymre deg over alle disse jentene, burde du
forstå at jeg elsker deg og at jeg ville bli den beste konen
du noengang ville få. Du har bare ikke forstått det ennå."
I laughed a waved and playful fist at her. "WHY DO YOU
DO THAT TO ME?" Still laughing, I shook my head. "I cannot
understand a word you say when you start talking Norwegian."
I did, however, catch those three magic words once again -
_jeg elsker deg_ (or, "I love you" in her language). Perhaps
it was taken out of context during that long quote, but the
question definitely begged an answer. Did Kristanna love me?
Was she in love with me? We had been best friends for years.
If Kristanna loved me, why hadn't she come forward about it?
Why did she help me bring all these other women to the
island in the first place? That confused me most of all.
"If yew vant to know vat I say about yew, Jeremy, ven I
talk me language, den learn me language!" she suggested.
"Norvegian is language of love. It best language in vorld!"
I laughed at her broken English. "Since when is Norwegian
the language of love, dear? I thought that was French."
"Not anymore," she advised me, grinning. The 23-year-old
then decided to go back to our original topic. "Yew name
every girl as possible vife for yew with lone exception of
Stephanie. You do not like her, or someding?"
"I like Stephanie a lot, but I have the same problem with
her as I did the last time you and I talked about her," were
my words. "I have hardly had any time with Stephanie yet.
I haven't had any time alone with her whatsoever. It is
difficult to have feelings for someone you hardly know."
"Yew and I know each odder VERY well," Kristanna mused.
"But it okay, Jeremy. Me dinks dat Stephanie is much more
into girls dan she is into guys. Dat me opinion."
"You don't think Stephanie likes men?"
"No, I did not say dat," Kristanna countered, shaking her
head. "I said I dink she is more into girls dan guys. She
may like guys but she like girls a vhole lot more, ya."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't blame her for that. I
find women totally irresistible. I love all of them."
"Me too," the quirky blonde giggled. "Me too." Kristanna
curled her left arm around my right elbow and placed the side
of her face upon my shoulder. She gazed out at the ocean and
cooed, "Stay vid me here for avhile, Jeremy. Please? It be
so peaceful and relaxing here. Please stay vid me."
Smiling, I planted a kiss upon the crown of Kristanna's
head. "Of course, sweetheart. As long as you want me to."
"For evig..."
I laughed again. Kristanna and her Norwegian language!
Wait a minute... that sounded like _forever_, didn't it?
* * *
"Oh my..." I murmured the next day, when I was finishing up
the Saturday evening dishes in the kitchen and noticed Pamela
come strolling in. I cannot emphasize enough what a gorgeous,
breathtaking creature of a woman that Pamela truly was.
Dressed in a silky, sleeveless camisole top, it was easily
apparent that Pamela was not wearing a bra underneath it.
Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin top as her
heavy-set breasts swelled against it. The top, held together
in back by a single button, ended just below her midriff.
Pamela also had on a matching black skirt, made of the
same silky material as her top. The skirt was short and
flimsy, of course, and showed off the shape and contour of
her tanned, sleek legs to their greatest extent. Pamela's
flirtatious outfit was topped off with a pair of expensive
black pumps which had four or five inches on each heel.
Smiling, Pamela closed the short distance between us and
grasped my right hand with her own. "I missed you yesterday
and today, Jeremy," she cooed, gently kissing me on the
cheek. "I have wanted to see you again so we could talk
like we did on Thursday night, but you were always busy with
someone else every single time I saw you."
"I spent a lot of time with Kristanna at the beach last
night," I confessed. "But you could have joined us."
"It's okay," Pamela smiled, kissing my cheek once again.
"I will say that I've been thinking a lot about you lately."
Pamela's smile widened. "A whole lot, in fact."
I chuckled lightly. "Hopefully it was all good thoughts."
Pamela now held my right hand with both of hers. "I just
think you and I have so much in common. We want the same
things out of life. I realize that you and I have known
each other for just two weeks, but I feel so good around you,
Jeremy. So good, and so much at ease. So much... well..."
Pamela hesitated, then laughed gently.
"So much what?" I prodded her when she would not continue.
Pamela smiled and blushed. A stripper actually blushed!
Was that a first? "So much... in love."
"You're in love with me?" I asked, surprised.
Pamela tossed both of her arms up and fretted, "I know it
sounds crazy! Maybe I'm not really in love yet, but I do..."
"No... it's okay," I interjected, using both of my hands
to latch onto her right. "It's perfectly okay..."
Pamela still seemed a bit upset with herself that she had
let her true feelings be known at such an early stage of our
relationship. "I shouldn't have said that. I don't want to
scare you off, or anything, Jeremy. I... I'm sorry."
I brought her right hand to my lips and kissed it softly.
"Let me assure you of one thing, Miss Pamela - you could
NEVER scare me off. Never in a million years." I kissed
her hand again. "You can say whatever you want to me. I
don't want you to ever worry about that. I love people who
are open and honest about their feelings."
Pamela lowered her gaze for a moment, then pursed her
lips together and looked directly into my eyes. "I have
never felt the way for anyone the way I do for you." She
frowned and added, "It's really sort of scary."
"There is nothing scary about it," I told Pamela, taking
her into my arms and offering up a warm, soothing embrace.
"I feel the same way about you, sweetheart." She pulled away
from my arms and looked at me as I continued, "I am in love
with you, too. I'm definitely not scared about it. All I
am doing is looking toward the future for us. I want you
and I to progress and move forward in our relationship. I
want to see where it leads. It could be something great."
"You love me?" Pamela asked, genuinely surprised.
I smiled and answered, "I've been in love with you since
the very first day that we met one another. When I saw you
at the airport and you spoke your first words to me, I was
in love with you. I even had a good feeling about you
before that during our telephone conversations."
Pamela shook her head. "Why?"
"Because you're a special girl," I replied. "A very
special girl. I don't know if anyone has ever said that to
you before, dear, but it's the truth. You're very special."
"No one has ever said that to me before," she confessed,
her tone low. "Special and stripper really don't mix in the
same sentence. Everyone in my life knows I'm a stripper. A
lot of people... they... they look down on me for it."
"Being a stripper does not make you a bad person, Pamela.
There are both good and bad people in every profession, in
every walk of life. There are good people who are doctors.
Some doctors are bad people. Police officers, both good and
bad. Office managers, construction workers, secretaries.
Your job does not define you as a person. It definitely does
not determine whether or not you are a good or bad person."
Pamela frowned. "The stereotype for women like me - ones
who strip - is absolutely terrible."
I kissed her on the forehead and stressed, "I don't care
about stereotypes, Pamela. All I care about is reality. The
reality is that you are a very special woman. A woman that I
want to get to know a whole lot more. When I look at you,
sweetheart, I don't see a stripper. I see an angel."
Pamela sighed in response as I continued, "Whatever I say
to you is the complete and honest truth. I don't embellish
anything. I don't say things just to say them." I touched
the side of her face with my right hand and smiled warmly.
"You are an angel. I want you to know that."
The 27-year-old blushed once again. "Thank you, Jeremy."
She seemed genuinely touched that I would say such glowing
things about her. Indeed, Pamela must not have been spoken
to in this manner all that often - if ever.
I got the unfortunate sense that due to her job, Pamela
looked at herself as nothing more than an object. An object
of great desire, indeed, but an object, nevertheless. This
may sound strange, but Pamela - an exquisite, breathtaking
woman - seemed to be lacking self-confidence. Because of
how others had looked at her for so long, did Pamela believe
that someone (namely me) could have honest feelings for her?
That someone could look into those amazing eyes of hers and
say, in all honesty, that she was an angel?
"I'd like for you to spend the night with me," I offered,
my voice low. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want
to, dear. I would be happy just to talk to you, and hold you
in my arms. That would... it would... I would like that."
Pamela smiled. "I would like that, too." She gulped her
throat and added, "But having sex would be even better..."
* * *
No more than five minutes later, Pamela and I had retired
to my personal suite, where the 27-year-old backed me to the
bed and then slid her hot, voluptuous body over top of mine.
Her jug-like breasts pressed hard against my chest, Pamela's
mouth found mine and the two of us shared a scorching kiss.
We both moaned and growled with desire as our tongues met
and danced together, while I embraced her body close to mine.
"Oh yeah, squeeze my breasts," the young woman panted, as
I fondled both of her massive jugs with my hands. At the
same time, our tongue-filled kiss continued and escalated to
even greater proportions.
I rolled Pamela beneath me, pinning her to the bed, while
never once taking my lips away from hers. My next move was
to reach down and yank her camisole top upward, over her
breasts. Now with them exposed, I began to pinch and tweak
both of her thick, lush nipples as she frantically tried to
shove her tongue all the way down my throat.
"That feels so good," Pamela squealed against our shared
kiss as I pulled and yanked her nipples with my fingers.
Enjoying her sounds of passion, I broke the kiss and then
latched my mouth upon her neck. As I nibbled and licked the
sensitive area, Pamela was now given free reign to both sigh
and voice out her obvious arousal.
"Hmmmmm," was the next, leisurely sound she made. "Oh
Jeremy... that feels so good." I now peppered her neck and
shoulder with both angel kisses and licks while also firmly
massaging her full breasts with both hands. "Oh yeah... I
like that. I like that a lot."
I smiled at her approving words while also continuing
along my path of languid pleasure. For a moment or two, I
settled just beneath her neck as I kissed and worshiped the
center portion of her upper chest. In response, Pamela used
both hands and ran them over and across the crown of my head.
Her fingertips sent erotic tingles down my spine...
My mouth slid lower, only stopping once it had reached
the vast, deepened valley between her breasts. I ran my
tongue through her ample cleavage, while also thinking that
my cock would fit real nice in there a while from now...
I nuzzled my face in deep and continued swiping away for
quite some time, until deciding to focus my oral attention
upon Pamela's nipples. I took one into my mouth and sucked
on it gently, while also scraping it with my teeth. As a
result, my Heaven-sent angel moaned hungrily and arched her
back. I then moved to the other nipple and worshipped it as
well, and received a similar reaction.
"Hmmmmm..." Pamela moaned again as I swiped my tongue over
and across her rigid nipples - alternating back-and-forth
between each of them with every probing lick.
Wanting to indulge myself in the sweet taste of her lips
once again, I sought Pamela's mouth with my own and found
it. The two of us traded both our lips and tongues over an
open-mouthed exchange as we sighed and writhed together in
an even mixture of lust and arousal.
I broke the torrid kiss long enough to pull the camisole
top up and over her head, and quickly disposed of it. Then,
my lips found hers yet again.
As I rubbed and massaged her breasts, Pamela used her
right hand to trail it down my side and to my hip. Once
there, she curled her hand inward and latched onto my cock.
I growled in response against our burning kiss as she began
a gentle pumping and grinding with her little, skilled hand
upon my enlarged shaft through the thin pair of shorts that
I had on. I felt so wonderful.
"Oh yeah..." she purred, our lips still very busy. "You
like that... don't you, Jeremy?"
I nodded my head and moaned in response. "Yes dear..."
Pamela giggled and said, "I like it too, Jeremy. But...
I'd like it a lot better if your cock was in my mouth."
I broke my kiss with the stacked blonde and looked down
into her alluring, friendly eyes. "Is that so, dear? You
want to suck on my cock?"
She grinned and nodded her head. "Yes, I do."
"Stay right there," I said, gently pinning her shoulders
to the bed. Once I realized she would comply with my
request, I quickly got rid of my shorts. Soon, I rose up to
my knees and swung one of them over her neck. Now on my
knees astride her face, I placed a pillow underneath Pamela's
head - raising it - then offered her mouth my pulsing shaft.
The exotic dancer moaned as she took the bulging head of
my cock far and deep into her mouth. Her eyes flashing and
locked upon mine, Pamela started to slowly bob her head
back-and-forth as she gave me a hot, hands-free blowjob.
"Oh yes..." I moaned while returning her stare with one
of my own. "I like this a lot better too, sweetheart."
Pamela's expression did not change one bit as she slowly
and leisurely worshipped my throbbing cock. Her brown eyes
stayed focus upon mine, nearly blazing a hole right through
my body because of the pure look of both devotion and total
passion they conveyed for me.
I gulped my throat at the mere sight while reaching down
and running my hands throughout her long-flowing blonde hair.
Pamela never took her eyes away from my face as she soon
gripped the base of my cock with her hand. Then, the bobbing
motion she so expertly displayed became a bit more intense.
Quickening both the pace and speed of her head-strokes,
Pamela took more and more of my erection into her mouth.
When she released its base from the clutches of her hand,
the bombshell then swallowed my entire shaft whole.
I could do nothing but squint my eyes and growl in pure
arousal as the head of my cock was now lodged somewhere
deep within the reaches of Pamela's hungry throat. Her
piercing gaze still focused upon my face and eyes, I looked
down at her and shook my head in erotic amazement.
Pamela's expression broke - but just for a moment - as she
offered me a faint smile. Then, she took my cock out of her
mouth and gripped its base. Next, the blonde took half of it
back inside and began with an eager and hungry sucking.
Rolling my head in pure excitement, I looked up at the
ceiling and thanked the Heavens for helping me come up with
the idea of this island. At the same time, an absolute wave
of pure pleasure coursed throughout my entire body - solely
thanks to Pamela and her exquisite oral skills.
"What are you doing?" Pamela asked, a confused expression
upon her lovely face as I suddenly withdrew my cock from her
mouth. I had to inwardly remind myself of what I was doing -
foregoing a wondrous blowjob - and why I was doing it. One
look at her massive breasts, however, was all I needed...
Without giving her a verbal response, I moved down
Pamela's luscious body until I was standing on my knees
astride her chest. Then, I fisted my cock and slapped it
directly between the silken valley of her cleavage.
"OH! I know what you're doing!" Pamela giggled as she
palmed the outer sides of her breasts with both hands and
and squished them together, trapping my hard shaft between
them. "You want to fuck my breasts, huh?"
I closed my eyes and sighed, knowing my cock could easily
explode at any given moment. "Yes dear... that's what I
want. I want to worship your breasts."
"Do it then," was her simple, sexy command.
I moaned in a mixture of wondrous lust and erotic agony as
I started to slide my cock, all slick and moist from Pamela's
oral workings, through and between the sunken valley of her
cleavage. Due to the amount of friction created from my
shaft trapped between her heaving breasts, I nearly blew my
spermy load right there. Somehow, I managed to hold it in.
"Fuck my breasts," Pamela said in a firm, strict tone.
Now, I had to listen to her talk to me - which only added
fuel to an already out-of-control fire within myself. "Fuck
them, Jeremy. Fuck them real nice and fast!"
"Oh yeah..." she continued as I now used my hips to pump
and grind my erection between her cleavage. With Pamela
squishing her breasts together, the erotic feeling within me
was multiplied ten-fold. It felt as if my shaft was having
the absolute life squeezed out of it. "Oh yeah, Jeremy!
Fuck my breasts! Fuck them! FUCK THEM!"
I growled, trying my best to hold back what promised to
be not only an incredible orgasm, but also a very messy one.
It was all I could to contain myself.
"Oh yeah," Pamela purred, her eyes fixated upon my face
as I continued thrusting away. Of course, her words were
fanning my inner fire. She was quite the talker during sex.
"You like fucking my breasts - don't you, Jeremy? Don't
you?" She let out a content sigh and added, "Oh, your cock
feels so big and strong between my breasts... come on, fuck
me harder. Fuck my breasts harder!"
I roared out in a mad rage of desire as I did my best to
comply with her request. My hips began to churn faster than
before, the speed of my thrusting cock increasing. I was
about set to explode. Despite that, my efforts still did
not meet Pamela's expectations.
"HARDER!" she demanded.
I growled once again and nearly lost control of myself.
My eyes locked with hers, Pamela gave me a sneering look as
her voluptuous body rocked about on the bed with each of my
forward strokes. I was giving her everything I had...
"Do you want to cum on me?" she asked, using her patented,
teasing voice, as I hammered away. "All over my face? Come
on, Jeremy." She extended her tongue and said, "Come on...
cum all over my face. I want it. I want it, really bad..."
"FUUUUUCK!" I screamed as she had simply pushed me toward
the boiling point - and then past it.
On my next forward up-stroke, I gripped my cock and then
it erupted like a volcano. The end result, after three huge
explosions, was that Pamela's cover-girl face was completely
covered with my sticky, gooey sperm.
The first cum-shot had landed square on her forehead,
catching a good portion of her silky hair in the process.
The next caught her eyes and nose, followed by the finale
landing directly on her cheek and extended tongue. Simply
put, Pamela was a complete and sticky mess.
What a beautiful sight...
When the powerful sensations within my body crested and
eventually faded away, I felt like collapsing onto the bed.
However, Pamela took my half-hard cock into her mouth and
gave it a gentle sucking... giving me a renewed sense of
vigor. All the while, she offered me a friendly grin as her
sparkling eyes never lost contact with mine.
"Oh yeah," she purred seconds later, now rubbing the tip
of my cock across her cum-covered face. "I liked that."
I sighed and shook my head in erotic amazement at her.
"You're something else, Pamela." What an incredible woman!
"What do I do with your cock?" Pamela asked, pumping and
stroking it briskly. "Should I give you another blowjob?"
She was headed back to her teasing mode... "Nah, I've done
that already. And you've fucked my breasts too..."
"I could cum again just listening to you," I gasped out,
my shaft hardening with arousal one more time.
Pamela snickered and continued, "My pussy is kind of sore
because Amy did me with a strap-on earlier... so that is
probably out of the question too."
I nearly fainted with those words... that was a videotape
in my voyeur room archives which I DEFINITELY had to see - at
the earliest opportunity. "Wh-What happened?" I stammered
out. "You and A-Amy?"
Pamela grinned before replying, "Oh... Amy used one of
her big strap-ons on me earlier." I figured this must have
taken place sometime earlier this afternoon. "Amy did me
doggie-style before I rode her reverse cow-girl." Pamela's
brown eyes flashed with lust as she added, "I came SO hard.
But the whole time, I was still thinking of you, Jeremy."
"Wow..." I sighed.
"My pussy is kind of sore," she repeated once more. "So
it's best that you don't fuck it. Not my mouth or breasts
again, or my pussy." She stroked my cock some more and said,
"But you're so hard. I'd hate to waste it." Her expression
sparkling, Pamela then said, "But there is one place..."
"Where?" I grinned.
"My ass," the vivacious blonde smirked. I knew that was
coming... "Yeah. You can fuck my ass, Jeremy. Will you do
that for me? I could REALLY go for a good ass-fucking now."
Without waiting for a response, Pamela sat up on the bed
and wiggled out of her mini-skirt and G-string. Next, she
rolled onto her front and then rose up to her hands and knees
just before me. "Will you fuck my little ass?" the bombshell
inquired, turning her head to look over her shoulder at me.
"Are you always such a good talker during sex?" I asked,
raising my to my knees while fisting my cock behind her.
She shrugged her shoulders and offered an innocent pout.
"Am I teasing you, Jeremy? I'm sorry if I am. I just want
to get fucked. Fucked real good, and hard..."
I shook my head and laughed at her. "Though you obviously
love to tease, dear Pamela... at least you back it up."
Holding my cock with my right hand, I squinted and growled
with pure desire while inserting it into the vixen's puckered
anus. Pamela tensed as well, then let out a leisurely sigh
as I prodded my erection further and further into her rectum.
Finally, my entire length was embedded within her - as my
aching testicles were stuffed hard against her upturned ass.
"HMMMMM..." she purred as her head rolled about in erotic
circles. "That feels SOOOOO good..."
"Talk to me some more, Pam," I moaned while pulling back
and then pushing deep inside her ass once again.
"Pamela," my angel corrected me. "What should I say?"
I growled again and replied, "Tell me about what Amy did
to you earlier, with that strap-on... PAMELA." I began to
repeatedly move my cock in-and-out of her small, vice-tight
rectum, but at a leisurely rate of speed.
"Oh God..." she moaned, in response to my stroking motion.
"Oh wow... Yeah. Yeah, Amy... she fucked me so hard with
that strap-on. It-It was at least 12 inches l-long..."
I let out a loud groan as my eyes rolled into the back of
my head at the mere thought. Then, I began to slowly but
surely increase the speed of my thrusts. "Tell me more."
"Hmmmmm Jeremy, that feels so good," were her next words.
"Amy did me doggie-style at first. Sh-She pulled my hair
and HMMMMM, smacked my ass too." Now, the speed and tempo
of my forward strokes were increasing rapidly. I could not
help myself! "OH WOW, Jeremy! She made me-me scream..."
"Then what?" I asked, a sexual rage building inside of me.
"Reverse cow-girl," Pamela replied. "I sat down on her
with that huge dildo jammed in my pussy... and rode her like
a bucking bronco. She smacked my ass then too... an-and wow,
did _I_ have an orgasm. I came so fucking hard..."
Speaking of hard, Pamela's last sentence was enough to
push me past the brink of insanity. All of a sudden - and
without any warning - I began to hump and fuck her sweet ass
as hard and as forcefully as I possibly could. Pamela,
losing her ability to continue with her story-telling, let
out a thunderous scream as her body trembled in response.
Holding onto her hips with both hands, I screamed in
unison with Pamela as I pumped and stroked away at her. She
did not need to encourage me any further - I was blasting
her ass with every last ounce of strength within my body.
Her rectum literally gripped my cock like a wrench...
"OH GOD!" Pamela screamed as she looked over her shoulder
at me, as I drilled her in the doggie-style position. Both
her brown eyes and beautiful face full of nothing but wanton
lust, she continued to glare at me as her body rocked about
wildly. "OH MY GOD! FUCKING ME! FUCKING MY ASS SO HARD!"
I did not have many strokes left in me, but for the ones
I did, at least I made them count. After giving her all I
could, I screamed before jamming my erection in her ass one
final time. Deep within her bowels, my cock then exploded.
Both of us grunted and growled in a passionate rage as
glob after glob of thick sperm was deposited from my shaft
directly into Pamela's anus. I held her ass with one hand
while clutching a clump of long-flowing blonde hair with the
other. At the same time, I nearly passed out from lust as I
realized that Pamela was experiencing an orgasm of her own.
We screamed and rocked together for several seconds, each
wanting to bring the other the ultimate in sexual pleasure.
I added to her enjoyment by offering her sweet, quivering
ass a series of good-natured slaps with an open hand.
When it was all said and done, I collapsed on top of the
27-year-old goddess and let out a content sigh. Pamela did
the same, then giggled as I gently kissed her shoulder. "I
love you, sweetheart," I breathed. "I want to be with you."
"I want to be with you too," she squealed, pulling my hand
to her face and kissing it tenderly. "I love you, Jeremy..."
* * *
Before breakfast the following morning, my eyes were wide
and ready to burst as I sat in the voyeur room and focused
all of my attention upon a single monitor in front of me.
In the guest suite that she shared with Pamela, Amy was
currently alone as she took a seat on the edge of the bed.
The buxom red-head looked marvelous as she was decked out
in a tiny, lacey chemise, its color gold. It looked very
comfortable on her. The 28-year-old from Ohio also had on a
matching G-string and a pair of high-heeled shoes.
I moaned with my own arousal as Amy moved to the center
of the bed, then reclined back until her neck and shoulders
were resting upon the wooden headboard. "I'm not about to
give this up for anything," I said outloud, set to drool, as
Amy then spread her thighs and lifted her knees into the air.
She settled her high-heeled feet upon the mattress and closed
her eyes, all the while moaning and growling gently.
Amy sighed in a leisurely manner as she opened her eyes
and focused upon the 8-inch dildo that was perched on the
night-table beside the bed. Next, she lifted her hips just
high enough to reach underneath herself and remove the gold
G-string. Amy tossed the garment as hard as she could; it
hit the wall and came to a rest in a crumpled mess in the
corner. Obviously, she did not need her G-string anymore.
Amy hiked the hem of her chemise up to her waist and
settled into the most comfortable position possible. Then,
she used both hands and moved the dildo between her creamy
thighs and slid it over and across her little clitoris.
The young woman openly smiled and let out soft moans of
pleasure as her body began to tremble as the dildo continued
to wield its magic for the next few minutes. She used her
left hand to remove the straps of the chemise from her
shoulders, then pushed the garment down far enough so her
breasts were visible. With that same hand, Amy began to
tweak away at one of those plump nipples.
Meanwhile, Amy prodded the tip of the steel-encased dildo
upon her slit, which was getting more wet and slick with
every passing second. Eventually, a much louder, very
intense moan escaped from deep within her throat.
Soon, Amy removed the dildo from her damp pussy. She
held the object in front of her face and smiled lovingly at
it. A moment later, Amy parted her lips and moved the dildo
into her mouth. Moving it in-and-out of her mouth, she
sucked on the dildo as if it were a real cock. The heated
nymphomaniac really seemed to be enjoying herself, too.
A short time later, though, Amy placed the dildo back
onto the night-table beside her. Her next move was to flip
over and rise up to her hands and knees. She gripped the
headboard of the bed with one hand, perhaps using it for
balance, while sliding the other between her thighs. Her
body then began to convulse and contract as she frigged her
little, sweet pussy with a pair of extended fingers.
Amy then sank both fingers into herself and squealed with
hot, wanton pleasure. She thrusted them in-and-out of her
swollen opening for quite some time, then decided to let her
other hand get in on some of the fun, too.
Amy rose up to her knees and moved that free hand to her
large, thick breasts, and massaged them, alternating between
each mound every few seconds. Her other hand was still
nestled between her thighs, her fingers twiddling away.
It did not take too long for her to move the hand from
her breasts around to her ass. Then, Amy spanked herself...
wow! WHACK! A look of hot passion flashed across her
beautiful face as she spanked herself some more. WHACK! I
could not believe that Amy was doing this!
She continued massaging her little slit and spanked
herself at the same time. Suddenly, I got the feeling while
eavesdropping on this solo encounter that I would love to be
there with Amy right now. Maybe I could help take care of
the obvious, great need which she seemed to be experiencing?
Amy stopped slapping her rounded backside shortly
thereafter and concentrated all of her efforts upon her
pussy. She used fingers from both hands and brought herself
to a nice, pleasurable climax. The red-head's curvaceous
body shivered and rumbled in the sensations as the juices
simply oozed out from within her folds. She even opened her
mouth and bit down hard on the headboard in front of her...
* * *
"Oh my God..." I then moaned, my hand coming to a sudden
stop, as the monitor that displayed the corridor which led
to my personal suite flickered to life. The motion detector
that it was connected to picked up the sultry Stephanie, who
took a deep breath before approaching the entrance to my
suite with a self-assured expression upon her face.
Decked out in a pair of denim shorts and a white tank-top
that was completely cut-off just below her enormous breasts,
Stephanie looked like a billion dollars. She was gorgeous!
I hurried to throw my shorts back on and seal the voyeur
room as Stephanie then knocked upon the door of the suite.
When I opened it and offered her a smile in greeting, the
voluptuous brunette bristled right past me and went directly
into the suite without even a word spoken.
My eyebrows raised in surprise, I closed the door and
turned toward Stephanie. "Is there something wrong, dear?"
She shrugged her shoulders and told me in response, "Yes,
there is something wrong. It seems all of the other girls
here are getting action from you. Except me, of course."
Oh God, I said to myself. Was Stephanie upset that she
had not been in a one-on-one encounter with me yet? I was
only one man, and my body was running on fumes as it was.
How much longer could I try and satisfy all seven ladies?
"You and I have been together once," were my calm words.
"The gang-bang from last week," the brunette nodded.
"It's just... you've spent a couple of nights with seemingly
all of the others. Pamela was here just last night. God
knows how many times you've been with Devon. And Lindsay...
she's had much more of you than I have."
"What are you saying, Stephanie?" I remembered Kristanna
speculating that Stephanie was more into girls than she was
guys. Now, however, that did not seem to be the case.
"What I am saying is that I want to get fucked," she told
me in an irritated tone. "I am tired of everyone else
bragging about being with you, while I am left in the cold.
I want you to fuck me RIGHT NOW." My eyes wide, Stephanie
whisked the white tank-top up and over her head, revealing
her large, bountiful breasts for me to luxuriate in. "What
is the matter, Jeremy? Don't you like me?"
For a moment, I was stunned.
Was there anything not to like about Stephanie and her
overall physical appearance? As I gawked at her topless
form, I surely could not think of any faults she may have.
Aside from her breasts, which were very large and looked
lusciously ripe, Stephanie had a beautiful face and a sweet,
tender smile. Her complexion was perfect and at 5-foot-8,
she had those long legs which I admire so much on a woman.
Her hair was long as well; the brown locks flowed down her
slender neck and shoulders in stylish, exotic ringlets.
"Of course I like you, Stephanie."
"Then why haven't you made a move on me yet?" she asked.
"It seems you're too busy with the others to notice me."
"I notice you all the time," I told her in a truthful
voice. "It's just that I'm not going to force myself on
any of you, or make the first move. I'm not that type of
person. I want you to be comfortable with me before we do
anything together. Thus, I always wait for you and the
other ladies to make the first move." I paused and added,
"Ask around, Stephanie. My first time having sex with one
of the others, it's because they initiated it."
Stephanie took a deep breath and tilted her head to the
side, then straightened up and looked squarely at me. "Well,
I'm tired of everyone else getting a piece of you. I'm a
woman and I have needs. One of them is cock. Consider this
as me initiating things between us, Jeremy."
Stephanie made a motion toward me, but I held up my hand,
which caused her to stop dead in her tracks. "There is no
need for an attitude, dear," I told her. "If you want to
have sex with me, all you have to do is step forward and say
so." I hesitated before continuing, "I get the sense that
you swing between dominant and submissive modes a little too
often. Personally, I like women who are submissive."
"Oh?" the registered nurse grinned. "I can be submissive
for you, Jeremy. What would you like me to do?"
Feeling an urge of confidence within myself, I reached
down and massaged the huge lump that was nestled within my
shorts. I then slid my hand inside and whipped out my hard
erection, and wobbled it before Stephanie's interested eyes.
"I think you know what I want, sweetheart." I smiled and
concluded, "Take care of this for me."
"It will be my pleasure," Stephanie said, as she stepped
forward and immediately grasped my thick cock, while also
grinding her large, firm breasts upon my chest. I growled
at the sudden rush of sensations, knowing that I would soon
enjoy Stephanie's vast delights on this glorious morning.
I used both hands to grope and squeeze the 26-year-old's
bare, luscious breasts. I smiled down at her, as she kept
pumping and stroking my cock with her right hand. "You can
do this to me anytime you want," I advised her.
"Too bad it didn't happen earlier," Stephanie snickered.
"From now on, though, whenever I feel as though I need a
good, hard cock - I'm coming straight to your room." She
giggled and added, "Which means I may never leave here, now."
"Oh yes," I moaned, my arms encircling her voluptuous body
and bringing her close against me. Stephanie continued to
frig my shaft while I reached down with both hands and cupped
her shapely, denim-clad ass. I reveled in the feel of its
nice, tight flesh as the brunette then attached her mouth to
mine for a hot, searing kiss. She literally jammed her
tongue right down my throat as I continued massaging her ass.
Our lips were locked together in a vacuum-type seal.
Both of us were kissing one another with wild abandon, our
tongues now dancing and dueling in passionate bliss. It
was not too long, though, until Stephanie felt the need to
follow through on my earlier request. She wanted to use her
lips and mouth on my erection, which was still in her hand.
After breaking our mutual kiss, the young woman dropped
to her knees, which elicited a loud moan from deep within my
throat. Stephanie did not waste any time as she quickly
took my hard cock into her mouth and bobbed away on its tip.
Stephanie's eyes shined with arousal as she looked up at
me, her lips and mouth busy savoring the taste and feel of
my hardness. At the same time, I reached down with both
hands and grabbed Stephanie's head as she worked feverishly
upon my shaft. The vixen bobbed her head back-and-forth at
a quick speed, while never taking her eyes away from my face.
Meanwhile, Stephanie was using two fingers from her left
hand to tease and prod my sensitive testicles. She trapped
the delicate flesh between her fingertips and twiddled away,
which sent shockwaves of absolute pleasure all throughout me.
Both of us, obviously, were really enjoying ourselves...
I let loose with a wild, uncontrollable moan as Stephanie
then swallowed the entire length of my cock into her mouth,
and began deep-throating it. I looked down and noticed
those alluring blue eyes, ablaze with passion, staring right
back at me as the suckstress tried to simply devour my shaft.
Stephanie's mood switched again as she suddenly withdrew
my cock from her mouth and stood up. "I can't wait anymore,"
she told me, her tone persistent. "I want you to fuck me,
Jeremy. Fuck me hard." She glanced around the suite for a
moment before her eyes focused on the large computer table
near the far wall. "Will you fuck me over that desk?"
Another bolt of electric lust shot through my body with
those mere words. "Of course I will, Steph. Why don't you
go over to the desk and bend over it for me?"
Stephanie grinned as she turned toward the desk, her back
to me. She sashayed over to the desk, her hips wiggling in
a sultry manner, then bent over at the waist until her front
was touching the fine, oakwood surface. Stephanie then
squealed as I grabbed her rounded ass with both hands and
again groped it through the cut-off denim shorts she wore.
I quickly reached around Stephanie's trim waist and undid
her belt, then slipped it off. Next, I wiggled her cut-offs
down, followed by the G-string that she had worn underneath
it. I was witness to a truly luscious ass, and a very sexy
pair of long, sleek legs. Indeed, Stephanie was gorgeous!
The enchantress stepped out of her shorts and G-string,
then spread her legs further apart and jutted her wondrous
ass outward in a very provocative manner. My body, as you
may imagine, was alive with unspeakable desire.
I took a moment to step back and admire that ass with my
eyes. It was so round, and firm. I could do so many things
right now with her leaning over my desk in such a position.
I could drill her pussy or ass, give her a good spanking, or
kneel down and use my tongue to please her orally. However,
Stephanie wanted my cock inside of her. It should not come
as any great surprise that I wanted to make her happy.
Stephanie moaned and sighed as I grasped her hips with
both hands, before driving my throbbing erection hard and
fast into her awaiting pussy. "Oh fuck yes..." Stephanie
screeched, my entire length now embedded within her. She
turned her face and looked over her shoulder at me, while
also licking her lips, then let out a excited growl.
Stephanie sprawled her arms out across the desk, her big
breasts squished upon the oakwood surface, as I began to
pump myself in-and-out of her little pussy at a steady pace.
"Hmmmmm, that's it!" she urged me, the passion level
within her obviously rising. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
"My pleasure!" I growled, fiercely gripping her ass, now
thrusting my shaft into her pussy with ruthless aggression.
Still leaning over the desk, Stephanie reached back with
both hands and spread her asscheeks apart, allowing me the
deepest amount of penetration possible.
"YES!" she screamed in wild passion. "YES! FUCK ME!"
I let out a booming growl, then hammered my cock into
Stephanie one final time before latching onto her ass with
all the strength in my hands. Then, I lost control of my
body. My cock exploded in a frenzied rage, as it fired
spurt after thick spurt of fresh sperm deep within the
confines of the beautiful brunette's pussy.
Meanwhile, Stephanie was experiencing an orgasm of her
own. With her eyes closed and face flushed with sheer lust,
she ground her ass upon my pelvis as I continued to empty my
seed into her. Both of us screamed and roared in mutual
release, then things began to slowly but surely settle down.
Eventually, I withdrew my cock from Stephanie's pussy and
leaned forward against her body to support myself. Next, I
sighed in a content fashion and took a seat in the adjacent
chair, while Stephanie continued to lean over the desk, her
rounded hips shuddering in the aftermath. I reached out
with my right hand and gently caressed her lush, sweet ass.
Literally purring like a kitten, Stephanie grinned and
looked over her shoulder at me. "You and me, Jeremy... we
are going to spend a LOT more time together from now on!"
I sighed and told her, "Sounds good to me, sweetheart..."
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