Tropic of Eros

Chapter 1

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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 1 of ??

  || (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)

Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 1998-2004

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   Finally, the time was at hand - the girls were arriving
today!  This past week was spent getting everything on the
island ready for the six young ladies who would spend the
upcoming ten weeks here with me.  I worked 20 hours per day
getting the mansion ready, putting in all of the wiring and
video equipment, and finally stocking the supplies for the
six women and yours truly with plenty left over to spare for
emergencies.  The supply boat would only come once a week,
so if there was a storm or unforeseen disaster, we would be
stranded - but with the reserves, not without food.

   Now, everything on the island was as ready as it was going
to be.  Soon, I would take the big boat to the mainland and
pick the ladies up at the airport.  I could hardly wait!

   With their detailed biographies and several photographs
archived on my computer server, I decided to take one final
look at the collection of women before departing.  They had
been interviewed and screened extensively for what would
happen over the following ten weeks.  I did my best to get a
nice variety of different looks and personalities but at the
same time, my goal was for the ladies to be compatible with
not only me, but each other as well.  Their individual
profiles were a definite sight to behold on my computer.

   All six of these women were chosen with the highest
regard to physical appearance, brains and temperament.  A
great deal of time and money had been invested into this.  A
whole year of preparations were at stake, beginning with the
thousands of flyers sent to health clubs and universities
across North America offering ten weeks of relaxation and
fun on the tropical island that I called home, and a cool
payment of $100,000 at the end.  One of the six women would
net something even more lucrative - $500,000.

   The inquiries flooded in and then the applications.
Going over them resulted in three-fourths being rejected
right away, but then it got tougher.  A requirement for
additional information, including photographs, was sent out
and as a result, some of the applicants replied.  The list
was pared once again and then from there, the finalists were
chosen subject to comprehensive background searches and,
more importantly, very detailed telephone interviews.  The
selected six would finally make their arrival today.

   Who were these ladies?  They ranged in age from 18 to 29,
and all of them were bi-sexual - that was a key requirement
for acceptance.  It obviously turned a lot of potentials
away, but I was only interested in bringing bi-sexual women
with me to the island.  As for who each of them were...

   Stephanie was a buxom, charming brunette who worked as a
registered nurse in her Connecticut hometown.  She had an
incredible body, but also the demeanor and friendly nature
to match.  I got the sense that Stephanie, 27, was a mature
and level-headed young lady, with a real sense of direction.
One should expect nothing less from a registered nurse.

   The dancing queen of Baltimore, Pamela had made quite a
nice living for herself in the fast-paced, frenzied world of
adult entertainment.  More specifically, Pamela (age 28) was
a stripper.  She certainly did not fit its usual stereotype,
however.  Pamela was perhaps the smartest, most intellectual
person I had ever come across in my life.  She was a proud,
card-carrying member of _Mensa_ and ranked very high on the
Dean's List at the Maryland university which she attended.
Pamela was using her earnings as an exotic dancer to make it
through college, with the goal of one day becoming a teacher.

   Trish was a marvelously beautiful young woman with lush
green eyes, long, yellow-blonde hair and the type of bright,
pearly-white smile often seen in toothpaste advertisements.
Trish's natural beauty was all-encompassing - from the toes
on her feet all the way up through a 5-foot-4 frame of toned,
busty flesh, to the very crown of her pretty head.

   Trish was the only woman of the group who did not reside
in the United States.  She was a born-and-bred Canadian who
had spent all of her life in and around Toronto.  Trish was a
physical fitness enthusiast who found work as an instructor
at a health club in her hometown.  The 28-year-old was full
of the sweetness and sunshine that made everyone around her
feel as if they had just met a new friend.  Trish was the
type of woman that good things always seemed to happen to,
simply because she was such a warm-hearted, friendly person.

   Trish's dream in life, aside from getting married and
having a family, was to own a fitness center.  Perhaps the
money that I was paying her for spending these ten weeks
here would help make that dream a reality for her?  Or maybe
I would assist in helping Trish's ultimate dream come true?

   At age 29, Amy was the oldest woman in the troop.  She
was employed as a waitress at a Cincinnati area steak-house.
However, serving food did not seem to be the right career
choice for her.  You see, Amy had the type of body whose
destiny was to be showcased on television - particularly,
the world of adult films.  A luscious red-head, Amy had the
top-heavy look of a seasoned pornstar, and could easily be
described as very flirtatious, and overly aggressive.

   Despite the fact that Amy had been through a failed
marriage and seemed to take pride in exuding a _bad girl_
persona - she cheated on her ex-husband three times in their
first year of marriage - I got the sense from our telephone
discussions that Amy was a good person.  The young woman had
made some very misguided and wayward decisions in her life,
indeed, but there was something about Amy which drew me to
her, and piqued my interest.  My feeling was that if she
found the right man in life, Amy would finally settle down.
Unfortunately, her ex-husband was never that right man.

   Even amongst a sea of beautiful women, Devon still stood
out.  Not only was the 27-year-old naturally attractive,
with inquisitive blue eyes and a lovely smile, but the way
Devon filled out any set of clothing she had on was a true
sight to behold.  Never before in my life had I met a woman
who possessed a large D-cup, yet weighed a mere 105 pounds.

   The blonde-haired seductress, who lived in Pennsylvania
and found work as a project manager, was a princess in my
eyes.  I found myself addicted to Devon from the very first
moment she and I spoke over the telephone.  Her squealy
voice and infectious attitude had warmed my heart, and made
me feel good inside.  I figured that Devon had that sort of
effect on just about everyone in her life.

   Last but certainly not least was Lindsay, a deliriously
beautiful young woman who just graduated from high school
three days ago.  Lindsay was a total vision of loveliness
who seemed entirely too sweet and innocent to get involved
in a naughty project such as the one I was presenting.
Nevertheless, I gladly welcomed Lindsay, along with her very
ripe and nubile 34b-22-30 figure, into my midst.

   With long-flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of
a cosmetics model, Lindsay was the embodiment of everything
that a cheerleader should be.  She was the captain of the
squad while attending high school in Ohio and, I am certain,
brought a great deal of _team spirit_ to the mix.  I would
also wager that Lindsay had invoked a lot of vivid fantasies
and desires for others while shaking that little cheerleader
ass of hers, too.  She definitely would have for me...

   All six of these women were bi-sexual, beautiful and very
unique, but in their own special way.  This upcoming time
with them promised some fireworks as this group of charming
ladies began to compete for the grand payout of $500,000.

   The catch, however, was that none of them knew what the
criteria for winning the big prize was.  I was not about to
clue them in, either.  All they knew and all they would be
told was that ten weeks from now, one of them would receive a
cashier's check for $500,000.  The remaining five would also
receive a cashier's check, but for $100,000.  The process for
choosing the winner would remain a mystery until the end.  I
felt as if this was really the only way to go.

                           * * *

   A short five minutes after I arrived at the airport on
the mainland, the jetliner approached and touched down.  I
watched it taxi to the terminal building and stop 50 feet
short.  In a minute, the plane moved forward until it reached
the gate.  There were about 200 passengers aboard, but six of
them belonged to me.  My body started to tingle as droves of
travelers began filing out into the airport gate.

   It was easy to pick out which of the passengers belonged
to me.  All I had to do was pay attention to the twitching of
my cock - it had an excellent memory of all the photographs
and profiles saved on the computer server back on the island.

   As the travelers exited the airline, I held up a sign to
let the six girls know that I was here to greet them.  In
five minutes, the whole group was standing around me in a
semi-circle.  They were even more beautiful in person!

   "Welcome ladies," I announced to them.  "My name is Jeremy
and I shall be your host for the next ten weeks.  We'll have
your luggage taken to the boat and then we'll head for our
island paradise.  Are there any questions?"

   "Can we stop and have something to eat?  I'm STARVING!"

   My mind played through with the many photographs/profiles
and tried to put the name with the face.  "Sure... Trish,
isn't it?  There is plenty of food and refreshments on the
big boat.  You'll have all you can eat there."

   Several of the girls laughed.  I headed for the door to
the terminal building and the group followed in tow.  I
could tell that they had already developed some friendships
as they got to know one another on the long airline flight
here.  They were bound to find each other - since all of
them were instructed to wear black wristbands around their
right elbow.  It had been my plan for them to develop
friendships on the flight.  Now, I realized it had worked.

   In 15 minutes, all of their luggage was gathered and we
were taken by bus to the dock where the big boat was at.  A
quick five minutes later, we shoved off.

   The boat was a 62-foot-long catamaran, which had cost
yours truly quite a pretty penny (lots of them, in fact).
It was large enough to comfortably fit all of us inside, as
well as the luggage.  I had dubbed the catamaran as the
_Pussywillow Express_ (for obvious reasons!).  An insignia
saying so was stylishly painted upon its right hull.

   A couple of the ladies had gathered in the lower cabin,
where they were relaxing while snacking and sipping some
refreshments.  The others were all on the top deck, working
on their suntans.  The respective conversations between both
groups had become quite friendly and animated; everyone was
having a great time.  That made me feel good.

   Past the barrier reef, the waves became larger and some
of the ladies squealed with delight at the roller coaster
ride, while others held on tight, looking scared and pale.
Fortunately, no one in the group suffered motion sickness
during the scenic, four-hour cruise.

                           * * *

   With layers of clouds trickled here-and-there, the sky
surrounding the setting sun on this breezy June evening was
a brilliant, tropical shade of orange as the catamaran made
its final approach toward the island.  All six of the ladies
were gathered together upon the top deck of the boat, so they
could take in the wondrous, untamed beauty of the island.
The general consensus among them was a sense of sheer awe.

   I have maintained for a long time that anyone would be
hard-pressed to find a more beautiful, picturesque location
in the entire world than the private island which I had
called home for the past eight years.

   Located 115 miles away from the coastal city of Lima, Peru
(South America), the island was literally a virgin territory.
With the exception of the large mansion, outdoor recreation
complex, horse stables and access roads which encircled it,
the island was basically the same as God had created it.
That, of course, was the way it should be.

   The few people who visited my little corner of paradise
over the past eight years fell in love with the dramatic
views, the tropical fusion of stars at night and the chance
to be alone with the elements.  Here one found palm-fringed
blue lagoons, a lush rain forest, hidden gardens, cascading
waterfalls and a wild river running between two canyons.
And those beautiful beaches - gold, red, black and green
sands - were caressed by an endless, peaceful surf.

   The putt-putt golf course, located in the recreation area
next to the mansion, had a intricate (and very unique) design
which appealed to even novice players.  Alternative forms of
outdoor entertainment included horseback riding in the
forest, scuba diving off the coast, or taking the _Jeep_ for
the day and paving one's own course through the wilderness.
This island was, without question, a true paradise.

   The stirring of my cock reminded me to keep my mind on
the task at hand, or run the definite risk of foundering of
the barrier reef.  I quickly steered the large boat into the
opening of the reef left by the fresh water pouring into the
ocean at that spot, and docked at the pier.

   "Ladies, we have arrived.  There are also food and drinks
at the mansion.  Please leave your luggage here on the boat.
We can come back later and pick the bags up with the _Jeep_.
No use carrying the luggage all the way to the mansion."

   They all seemed in agreement.  After I secured the boat,
the girls jumped out and we headed up the narrow path to the
main house some 2,000 feet away.  The last 100 were steps
which had been laid with slabs of volcanic rock.  The estate,
a Mediterranean-style villa, greeted us with its wide-open
design which allowed the sea breezes to easily pass through
and carry the scent of flowers and the fresh, tropical air.

   At the front entry, several of my lovely female guests
turned their attention toward the center peak of the home.
This was where, at a two- and three-story height, etched
glass front doors and windows depicted the sea at the bottom
and birds in the sky at the top.  Outside colors, I should
mention, were peach and aqua, which (in my opinion) enhanced
the serenity and tranquil ambiance that prevailed here.  But
the outside of the estate, although beautiful, did not even
begin to tell the story about what awaited indoors.

   Stepping inside, the ladies were immediately stunned by
the eye-catching assortment of interesting and entertaining
details.  To help create and maintain a sense of warmth in
a residence this large, there was an abundance of visual
stimuli.  Everywhere there was something to see, something
going on, something intriguing.

   Inside the front room was a circular wet bar sculpted
with a rich, blue granite countertop.  Several panels of
beveled mirror wrapped around the bar and reflected the
creamy-toned marble floor outlined in sheer, black granite.

   Beyond the bar was the rear wall of glass doors which
opened to a reflection pond.  In the center of the pond
were two volcano-like apparatus structures which erupted with
fire under the control of the home's automation system.  The
automated computer system included 30 miles of wiring which
controlled all of the home's lighting, climate settings,
music and security.  At the touch of many LCD panels located
throughout, music by way of radio, CD or satellite station
could be played in any zone of the estate.

   Views from inside the front doorway also included the
tropical forest and the infinity-edge swimming pool which
seemingly emptied out into the Pacific in the distance.
Additionally, the backyard included waterfalls, pools and
rock fountains surrounded by lush, abundant landscaping.

   Ahead and off to the left of the bar area was an informal
eating nook which was nestled in a corner beside the glass
windows and doors for maximum views of the outdoors.  To
preserve these views from nearby areas, the nook featured an
all-glass table with acrylic chairs.  Solid furniture would
have obstructed the view and distracted from the openness.

   Adjacent from the nook was the kitchen.  A chef's dream,
this kitchen contained two of each major appliance, and a
trio of dishwashers.  One of them was a huge machine that
featured a conveyer belt for the cleaning and drying of the
dishes.  Cabinetry was maple with black granite countertops
and backsplashes to contrast the light colors of the walls.
The design of the ceiling mimicked the shape of the island
and breakfast bar cabinetry.  In the dining room, the dark
wicker chairs and wooden table (large enough to comfortably
seat 15) made an elegant statement without being too flashy.

   The living room was seen from the dining room through an
archway.  There, the fireplace of French marble rose more
than 20 feet and was framed by sweeping panels of mirrors.
Glass doors revealed the awesome view of the pools and
rock fountains against the backdrop of the lush forest.

   Needless to say, the ladies were captivated as I took
them on the whirlwind tour.  Trish made the comment that she
believed houses like this only existed in the movies, while
Lindsay said that this was definitely not anything like the
Ohio home she had grown up on during all of her 18 years.

   Before reaching the master suite, one would have to pass
through the anteroom where the _glass wall_ was showcased.
Weighing a full two tons, the nine-foot-wide curving wall was
3,000 feet of 1/4-inch plate glass layered and secured into
place.  Over 1,000 fiber optic strands were inserted when
the glass was installed.  Those fiber optic strands produced
dazzling, brilliant beams of light of 56 different patterns.

   The ceiling here was also a work of art, consisting of
four fiberglass sections forming a dome that was painted to
resemble the evening sky and then illuminated with fiber
optic lights to twinkle like bright stars.  A medallion on
the floor also reflected the changing colors of light.

   The opposite wing of the mansion included a hobby room,
shower room, ten guest suites with restrooms, the home
office and an OmniMAX movie theater.  The walk, 200 feet in
length from one wing to the other, was entertaining.

   One of my favorite features was the wall of electronic
art located just before arriving at the huge office.  Three
abstractly-configured, etched glass frames contained flat
screen studio monitors for digital art.  Thousands of
digital photographs were stored in computers that drove the
screens.  The automation system could randomly sequence the
pictures, or change them after a sensor detected someone
passing by.  Either way, the digital art was unique and
provided an interesting and ever-changing variety of images.

   Beyond the hobby room was a spiral staircase that led to
a rooftop garden overlooking the main pool and tennis court.
An elevator descended to the below-ground recreation room,
which included a variety of slot and pinball machines with
bubblers, arcade games and neon lights above.  I even had a
_Playstation 2_, _X-Box_ and three _Sony Vaio_ computers
with full Internet access available.  The bright colors of
the carpet throughout the room added to the sense of fun.

   After doubling back to the main entrance, I turned and
smiled at the lovely collection of ladies.  "This is as much
your home for the upcoming ten weeks as it is mine.  I want
you to explore and dabble in everything that there is to do
here.  The only place that is strictly off-limits to you,
without getting permission first, is my own bedroom.  No one
is allowed in there without knocking first.  Please, now...
can everyone agree with that?"  Nods all around...

   "There is so much that I want to do here!" Trish squealed,
obviously full of excitement.  "I want to try the recreation
room where all those games and pool tables are.  But I also
want to go swimming in that beautiful pool outside.  I want
to play putt-putt golf and watch movies in that theater!"

   "I could go for in a good dip in the pool," Pamela mused.
"It felt so humid and dry outside."

   I smiled at her.  "Another thing all of you will like is
that each guest suite comes with its own personal climate
conditioning system.  Just type whatever temperature you want
on the wall panel, and you're set.  It ranges from 50 to 85
degrees Fahrenheit.  The change is almost instantaneous.  It
is the best climate conditioning system money can buy."

   "50?" Devon gushed.  "I don't think we want it THAT low."

   "My brother, Shane, keeps his house around 60 degrees in
the summer," Stephanie complained.  "I'm always cold there."

   "I bet there is plenty more to see in this mansion," Amy
said, looking my way.  "You didn't show us everything..."

   I shook my head at her.  "No, I didn't.  But I will in due
time.  Feel free to branch out and explore on your own.  You
may go anywhere except my private suite.  As I think about
it, Louisa's room is off-limits, too.  But I see no reason
why you would want to go into her suite.  She is our cook
and housekeeper, and is 76 years of age."

   Pamela glanced about in all different directions.  "The
guy who owns the strip club where I work has a mansion sort
of like this.  I say SORT OF because this place is so much
better.  He throws holiday parties for us there every year."

   "Where can a girl get something to drink around here?"
Amy asked, obviously referring to alcohol.

   I pointed toward the circular wet bar located on the other
side of the front room.  "You will find plenty of whatever
you need behind the counter there.  It is well stocked-up."

   Amy smiled in delight, then sashayed off toward the bar.
Stephanie followed her.  Swish swish, wiggle wiggle... it
sure was a sight to admire the lush, rounded backsides of
Amy and Stephanie as they made their way over to the bar.
I found myself temporarily mesmerized by the wondrous view.

   "I'm too young to drink," Lindsay pouted, looking at me.

   "It's okay," Trish said, wrapping an arm around Lindsay's
shoulder.  "You don't need any of that nasty stuff anyway."

   Lindsay offered a very shy, somewhat embarrassed smile
the very instant Trish slipped that arm around her shoulder.
The 18-year-old's humble and innocent nature seemed out of
place amongst this group of older counterparts.

   One of my early priorities would surely be to get Lindsay
to open up to us over the coming days and weeks.  Being a
sheltered Christian girl from Ohio who just graduated from
high school a mere three days ago, everything here may have
been too much for Lindsay to digest all at once.

   Maybe I was wrong - it has happened many times before, of
course - but I got the sense that Lindsay seemed somewhat
intimidated by all of the things that were happening around
her so fast.  With her humble upbringing thus far in life,
one could definitely understand why.

   "Alcohol is bad for you," Trish added, slowly guiding
Lindsay away.  "Let's go into the kitchen and see if we can
find something decent for you to drink, like some juice."

   "Help yourself to anything you want," I told the girls.
"This is all here for you to enjoy.  There are plenty of
drinks behind the counter where Amy and Stephanie are, and
much more in the walk-in cooler in the kitchen."

   Louisa, the elderly housekeeper, had set up a large table
with baskets of fruit in the dining room with lots of snacks,
including a variety of smoked fish, breads and cheeses.

   "In a little while," I said, "we'll get your luggage, then
your room assignments.  I see that most of you have already
made friends, so if you find someone you want to share a
room with, let me know.  If not, you'll room with someone
of my choosing for now, but you can always pick someone else
later.  Your comfort is my number-one priority."

   The ladies ate and drank, chatted and got acquainted.
About an hour later, when everyone seemed to have settled
down and found a room-mate, I asked for two volunteers to
help me with getting the luggage.  Devon and Pamela were
quick to offer their services, so I took them to the main
carport and the three of us hopped into the _Jeep_.  Driving
to the dock was much longer in distance than walking to it,
but the amount of time was basically the same.

   In a few minutes, Devon, Pamela and I had the luggage
loaded into the trailer that was attached to the _Jeep_, and
we were on our way back up to the mansion.  Once there, all
of the girls pulled their suitcases off of the trailer and
quickly headed for their respective rooms.  Before they left,
however, I reminded them that the big reception party was at
9:00pm tonight.  Everyone had to attend.  It was to happen
two hours later than our standard time for dinner of 7:00pm
each night.  Once I made those two points perfectly clear to
them, I decided to head off toward my own suite.

                           * * *

   To the right of the anteroom was the master bedroom.  My
own personal haven, the domed ceiling detail above the bed
incorporated 100 fiber optic stars which twinkled in the
dark.  The illusion was that a seven foot opening had been
carved through the roof to reveal the evening sky.  It had
fooled the vast majority of those who had been here at night.
They wondered why there was such a _big hole_ in the roof.
My little niece once asked if a meteorite had struck here!

   With a single touch of the automated system, an eight foot
wide screen slowly dropped from the ceiling directly in front
of the bed.  At the same time, the lights dimmed, any music
playing ceased, and the bedroom was suddenly transformed into
a nighttime theater.  One had a choice of high-definition
television or DVD playback for the big screen.

   Across from the bed was a sitting area that was stepped
up from the rest of the room.  This large space included a
desk on one side next to a window with a full view of the
outdoors and, on the opposite side, a morning kitchen with
a refrigerator, sink, counter space and bar.

   The master bath was to the left side of the anteroom.  A
whirlpool spa was positioned here to maximize the view of
the scenic south beach in the distance.  Sunk into a black
granite surface, the tub offered side-by-side seating to
enjoy the outdoor scenery or a DVD movie on the flat panel
screen in the wall beside the bath.  The ceiling overhead
featured a painted tropical sky with its orange hue dabbed
with wispy clouds.  The floor was heated to alleviate any
cold chills after stepping out of the spa.

   But my destination at this moment in time was completely
sealed from all other areas of the mansion.  Its entrance
was behind a wall panel within my private suite that gave no
indication whatsoever that it was hiding anything.

   To access it, I had to punch in a detailed security code
on the suite's LCD panel.  After doing so, the computer asked
for voice verification.  After saying my name out loud, the
wall opened and suddenly, the secret room was revealed.

   Inside, I flipped a metal switch and the wall slid back to
its former place.  There were a large spread of television
monitors, each of which surveyed different places both in
and around the mansion.  I had hidden cameras - large and
small alike - scattered everywhere on the island.  There was
literally no place that one of my cameras would not pick up.

   With all activities being recorded and archived into the
computer (the lone exception being the housekeeper's private
quarters), I could also re-live anything which took place
over the next ten weeks with just a couple of keystrokes.
The cameras were linked to motion detectors (also hidden)
and when activated, the screens instantly came alive.

   Yes - I had built myself quite the voyeur room.  With the
help of a UNIX server and a large satellite dish next to the
garden on the roof, I could see any part of the island - at
any time.  Indeed, I was quite the voyeuristic type.

   For now, I decided to focus all of my attention upon the
second guest suite - which Pamela and Amy were occupying.
Pamela was seated at the table reading a magazine, while Amy
was busy chatting up a storm.  I decided to turn the hidden
microphone on for that room, and do a little eavesdropping.

   "This island is so beautiful!" Amy gushed.  "I can't wait
to explore and find all the hidden places.  Think we'll get
to do that?  How about we ask at dinner tonight?  Want to?"

   Pamela smiled softly and replied, "Sure, we can do that."

   "Boy, I want to take a shower!" Amy exclaimed.  "That
long airline flight, from Cincinnati to Miami, then all the
way to South America... I need a shower, real bad.  Want to
take one?  I saw a bunch of towels in the closet.  There's
some other stuff in there, too.  Like some colored sheets,
or something.  Have any idea what they are?"

   "Those are to dress in, like the natives," Pamela mused.
"They are called pereos."  Wow, I said inwardly.  Pamela was
sharp.  I was surprised that Pamela knew what a pereo was -
considering that she was a life-long resident of Maryland.
Then again, I told myself, Pamela was a member of _Mensa_.
That was, of course, the organization for those people with
incredibly high IQ ratings.  I could already tell that Pamela
was certainly not your stereotypical exotic dancer.

   "Oh, neat," Amy responded.  "Natives wear pereos?  Maybe
we should dress up in them?  What do you think?"

   Pamela thumbed through a few more pages of the magazine
before setting it down on the table.  "Maybe we can, later.
First, we have to figure out how to put them on."

   "Yeah, sure.  Maybe we could just experiment?  That would
be fun, wouldn't it?  Just like when we were kids, dressing
up.  That would be real fun."  Amy sure was the chatterbox
today.  She seemed a little bit too excited, and anxious.
With a dream vacation on the horizon, who could blame her?

   Pamela sat back in her chair and smiled at her room-mate.
"You need to settle down, Amy.  Take a deep breath... and
settle down.  Yeah... that's it.  Much better."

   "I'm usually not this talkative or hyper," Amy offered,
after taking Pamela's advice.  "It's just that this whole
place - the island, the concept, Jeremy and all the other
girls - everything seems like a complete fairy tale to me."

   "What do you mean?"

   "This is what I have always dreamed of," Amy responded.
"I've always wanted to go to someplace like Hawaii or the
Bahamas.  This island, from the little of it I've seen thus
far, can stand up to either of those places.  I've always
wondered what it would be like in a multi-million dollar
mansion.  All of the other girls here are so beautiful, and
so nice.  Then there is Jeremy.  I... I'm just so excited!
It's like all of my dreams are coming true at once!"

   "Speaking of Jeremy," Pamela said, looking over at her new
friend, "do you have any idea how one of us is going to get
paid $500,000?  The information packet I got said we were all
going to be paid $100,000 each, except one.  That one gets
$500,000.  Have any ideas on how we get that big money?"

   Amy giggled and replied, "It will probably be the girl who
gives him the best fuck."  She laughed again, while Pamela
looked at her with a surprised expression.  It was obvious
that she did not expect Amy to use such foul language.

   "What?" Amy snickered.  "It's the truth.  The packet made
it very clear that we were going to be used as sex objects
this summer.  The $500,000 prize will probably go to the girl
who fucks him the best.  In fact, I guarantee it."

   Pamela shook her head and laughed in mock disgust.  "I do
say, you're terrible, Amy!"  She paused and added, "But then
again, you may be correct.  You probably are."

   "I could use a half-million," Amy remarked.  "All I know
is that I am going to do EVERYTHING that Jeremy tells me.
Obey, obey, obey.  Hopefully, I'll get that money."

   "If I get the 500-K... then great," Pamela told her.  "But
if I don't, I'll gladly take the $100,000 instead.  I could
use it toward tuition, and a new car.  I really need one."

   Amy made a face.  "I thought you said you made $100,000
alone last year as a stripper.  You need a new car?"

   The 28-year-old laughed.  "I've held onto the Pamelamobile
for too long.  It's time to finally let go."

   "When we get the chance, let's ask Jeremy how we get the
big money," Amy said.  "He probably won't tell us, but maybe
we can sneak it out of him.  You know... trick him."

   Pamela shrugged her shoulders and countered, "Jeremy does
not seem to be the type of person who can easily be tricked."

   "I used to be able to trick and fool my ex-husband all of
the time," Amy admitted.  "Until he finally smartened up."

   "You were married?"

   "Yes," Amy nodded.  "His name was Eddie.  He was black."
She waited to see if Pamela would have any type of reaction
to that little tidbit of information - positive, negative or
neutral.  What Amy got was no reaction.  Pamela just sat
there, waiting for Amy to talk more about her ex-husband.

   "We were only married for three years," Amy finally added.
"It was really all a big mistake.  I never loved him enough."

   "Then why did you marry him?" Pamela wondered.  "Me... IF
I ever get married, I will be 100 percent, totally in love.
I would never get married unless I felt that way."

   "I married him because the sex was great at first," Amy
answered.  "You know what they say - once you go black, you
never go back.  But even that grew old after awhile."  Amy
shook her head.  "I cheated on him three times in the first
year of marriage."  Pamela's eyelids skyrocketed as Amy went
on, "I worked for a financial group back then in an office
building.  All three of the guys I cheated on Eddie with that
first year, I knew from work.  One was my boss."

   "What did your husband say after he found out?"

   Amy pouted.  "He kicked me out.  I went to live on my own
for awhile.  Had to get an extra job at a supermarket, and
worked there at night.  But Eddie took me back after a few
months.  I was faithful to him for a year."

   "Only a year?"

   "Yeah," Amy frowned.  "First it was this guy I met at the
movie theater.  We kind of... got into his van... and found a
dark corner of the parking lot."  Pamela looked intrigued.
"Then it was my boss again.  And his wife."

   "HIS WIFE?" Pamela exclaimed.

   "Both of them were much older than me," Amy fidgeted.
"They were into some pretty kinky stuff, and it excited me.
I can't tell you how many three-somes I had with them.  I
remember times I would lie to Eddie and say I was going to
the mall with a friend, just so I could spend a couple of
hours with Master Jack and Mistress Kim."

   "What happened when Eddie found out?"

   "He kicked me out again, and then divorced me," Amy
sulked.  "I went back to the supermarket.  I had quit there
when Eddie took me back the first time.  Then my boss got
into trouble with his boss, and was fired.  I was let go
from the financial group, too.  I got a job as a waitress at
a steak-house.  Because I could work however many hours I
wanted, and made good tips, I quit the supermarket again.  I
made enough money as a waitress to survive on my own."

   Pamela smirked.  "Master Jack and Mistress Kim?  You're
into that bondage stuff, huh?  I have a friend like you."

   Amy nodded.  "I'm into it both ways.  I can be dominant
or submissive.  Either way, I feel comfortable."  She sighed
and shook her head.  "When I cheated on Eddie, I was a lot
younger.  I was a different person in those days."

   "You regret the way things turned out?"

   Amy took a deep breath.  "I look back on it now and feel
guilty because I lied to him, and cheated on him, for such a
long time.  But truth be told, I should have never married
Eddie in the first place.  It was a mistake.  I did not love
him enough.  Nor was I ready to settle down like that."  Amy
rubbed her eyes with two fists and sighed.  "What about you,
Pam?  Have you ever been married?  Or come close?"

   "Pamela," she corrected her.  "Please... Pamela, not Pam.
No to both.  Never been married, never been close."

   "Do you want to get married?"

   The blonde nodded her head.  "Oh yes.  I just have yet to
find the right man.  If I get married, though, there will be
no turning back.  It will be forever."

   "It must be difficult to maintain a relationship with the
type of job that you have," Amy remarked, sounding tentative.
She did not want to step on any toes with her comments.

   Pamela laughed.  "Being a stripper?  It can be, yes.  It
is one of the reasons why I haven't been on a date in eight
months.  I find it difficult to trust guys because of what I
am forced to go through each and every night that I work.  I
am continually exposed to the lesser, vulgar side of men.
It has tended to grow and wear on me after all these years."
Pamela placed both hands upon the small, circular table in
front of her, then stood up.  "Well... I need a shower."

   "I was going to take one, but you take yours first," Amy
told her.  "I'll stay out here and unpack my suitcases."

   "Are you sure?" Pamela confirmed.  "I almost forgot that
you wanted to take a shower, too."

   "Go ahead," Amy insisted.  "I still have a lot more work
to do with my suitcases.  Go ahead... and take your time."
Amy nodded her head and added a smile for emphasis.

   Pamela made a motion to grab a pair of towels from the
nearby bed, but Amy stepped forward and offered her a kiss
on the cheek instead.  Pamela hesitated for a moment, then
tilted her head and looked at Amy.  "What was that for?"

   "I'm just glad that we're room-mates, and friends."

   Pamela smiled.  "I'm glad too, Amy."  She grabbed her
towels, then smiled again.  "I have an idea."

   "What?"

   "Let's both take a shower together."

   Amy's green eyes swelled with interest.  "Really?"

   "Why not?" Pamela asked, already beginning to unbutton
her blouse.  It was silky-white and made of sheer lace, and
showed her bra straps through its ultra-thin fabric.  This
woman was loaded!  A chance of seeing those bare breasts of
hers made my cock instantly spring alive.

   "Yeah... why not," Amy agreed.  "You and me are gonna be
room-mates all summer long."

   Pamela simply slipped her blouse from her shoulders, then
opened her jeans.  "This will happen eventually anyway."

   "Good point.  Wait for me!"  Amy slipped her t-shirt over
her head, and pulled her shorts down.

   Pamela was now in her sexy bra and tiny G-string, but not
for long.  She reached back and unhooked her bra, which
allowed her large, overflowing breasts to spill out into open
view.  Now I definitely had an erection.  She was gorgeous!

   Once the bra joined her blouse and jeans upon the floor,
Pamela hooked her thumbs into the G-string and guided it down
her shapely hips and thighs.  She lifted each leg gracefully
to step out of her G-string, then stood up at full height,
completely nude, her immaculate blonde hair cascading down
her shoulders and across her luscious breasts.  Pamela swept
it back with a quick motion of her right hand.

   "Wow, you're beautiful," Amy said, full of awe.  "I wish
there were more bi girls who looked like you."  Next, Amy
returned her attention to undressing before looking at her
room-mate once again.  "Pamela, could you unhook my bra?"

   Pamela stepped around to Amy's back and undid all four
hooks, allowing the red-head's fabulous breasts to pour
out.  Amy immediately rubbed them and said, "I hate wearing
bras.  They're so tight.  Look at the impression that thing
left on my skin."  Amy continued to rub her own breasts,
before giving Pamela another lustful glance while stepping
out of her little bikini panties.

   "I wonder if Jeremy will like the way we look?" Pamela
speculated.  "Hopefully he will."

   "If Jeremy is a real man, he will," Amy replied.

   Both ladies giggled as the 29-year-old grabbed some towels
and followed Pamela toward the entrance to their personal
restroom.  As could be expected, both of them were impressed
with what they saw once entering the restroom.  There were
the usual amenities, along with a wall-length mirror, a green
marble sink which had seashells and fish designs carved into
it, and a huge floor rug with two dolphins adorning it.  I
thought little touches like this added to the island theme.

   There was the luxurious whirlpool as well, but the only
place on Pamela and Amy's collective minds right now was the
spacious shower stall.  And why not?

   Large enough to comfortably fit five people (if not more),
the shower itself came complete with programmable body jets,
a cascading waterfall for the neck and shoulders, hot,
cleansing steam and a pair of fully adjustable shower-heads
and foamers.  There was even a stereo/CD system included in
the shower itself, though I am certain that neither Pamela or
Amy had caught onto that just yet.  Maybe I would personally
get to show it to them one day?  I sure hope so.

   All of the guest bedrooms and restrooms were replicas of
each other, so the other ladies had the same luxuries that
Pamela and Amy did.  Everything was exactly the same.

   Inside my voyeur room, I glanced at another monitor and
noticed that in guest suite one, Devon and Stephanie were
having similar ideas.  It looked as if Devon was preparing
to get ready for a shower, while Stephanie was relaxing upon
her bed with a wet towel over her face.  Everyone was spent
after their long airline flights from North America.

   My interest level perked up once Pamela and Amy came into
view upon the monitor which surveyed the shower stall.  They
fiddled around with the intricate controls for awhile, then
smiled as warm, soothing water sprayed from the dual shower
heads.  Pamela and Amy stood underneath the relaxing stream,
quickly soaping themselves from head to toe with the foamers.

   Pamela caressed her breasts gently with lathered hands,
squeezing her nipples and rubbing them briefly before
venturing downward toward the cleft between her thighs.  Her
movements were slow and sensuous as she applied the soap in
a lush, thick lather.  Then she slid her hand between her
thighs once again and lovingly caressed herself.

   I zoomed in and watched intently as Pamela ran her finger
back-and-forth along the slit of her pussy.  Zooming out, I
noticed Pamela sighing as she held her face directly in line
with the spray.  Her rounded hips swayed in a gentle motion
and her nipples stood even more erect than before.

   Underneath the secondary shower nozzle, Amy had rubbed and
soaped her own breasts into a creamy lather.  She watched
Pamela, but tried her best not to be obvious about it.  Amy
turned toward the spray of water and let it pour over her
breasts, rinsing off the thick soap, while her right hand
slipped between her thighs and began frigging her pussy with
an ever-increasing rhythm.  She then rubbed her own nipples
with her left hand until they became even more rigid.

   Amy looked over at Pamela and watched with a mixture of
lust and fascination as the blonde's hip movements were more
rapid than before.  Amy then increased her own motion with
her right hand, massaging her silken pussy faster.

   Pamela's breathing was coming in raspy sounds as her face
appeared flushed.  Her hand went deeper between her tanned
thighs, which were now spread further apart.  Her long,
slender middle finger disappeared into the pink crevice
while the ridge of her thumb kept rubbing her little nub of
a clitoris that was set to trigger an explosion.

   Pamela's left hand reached for her pussy and massaged her
clitoris more vigorously.  It was obvious that the tension
rose within her, and soon she let out an audible moan which
resulted in her body shaking with pleasing, orgasmic lust.

   Next to her, Amy was building to the point of release as
well.  Her hand reached for her slit and she jammed three
fingers as far and as deep as they would go into herself.
She let go of her breasts with her other hand and used it to
massage her engorged clitoris.  Amy then squealed with hot
passion as she too, experienced a self-induced climax.

   I watched in shocked silence - my shaft hard as a rock -
as the pair of heavenly beauties shivered and vibrated in
the aftermath of orgasm underneath the dual shower heads.

   Once those sensations of arousal settled down, Pamela
strolled over to her new girlfriend and embraced her from
behind, cupping Amy's large breasts with both hands in the
process.  "Wow sweetheart... I really needed that."

   The red-head giggled and placed her hands upon Pamela's.
"I needed it too, honey."  The two stayed together for a
couple of seconds, grinding their bodies as one, as I spied
on them while rubbing the enormous bulge within my shorts.
I was so aroused from watching their masturbation display
that I felt as if my body would just spontaneously combust!

   Amy's next move was to turn her head around and place her
mouth upon Pamela's for a truly deep-rooted kiss.  The pair
of gorgeous ladies moaned and shivered together, while my
erection grew so much that it actually ached.  As you may
imagine, this voyeur room was its very own paradise for me.

   I moaned like a madman and watched with interested eyes
as their kiss continued.  Pamela and Amy were now exchanging
tongues between their open-mouthed kiss.  I zoomed in for a
closer look with the hidden camera, which did nothing but
cause my cock to finally reach its fully erect status.

   "Wash my hair for me tonight?" Amy asked with a friendly
smile, now facing away from Pamela and adjusting the wall
lever just a tad.  Amy settled on a warm/hot temperature,
then let the steamy water engulf her voluptuous body as she
stepped into the proverbial line of fire.

   Pamela was already squeezing shampoo from a bottle and
onto her hand as she smiled at Amy from behind.  An instant
later, Amy dutifully dropped to her knees and looked over
her bare shoulder at Pamela with an expression full of pure
gratitude upon her lovely, enchanting face.

   Amy's red hair was already completely soaked, so Pamela
wasted no time as she placed both hands upon her new lover's
head and began to lather her up with the shampoo.  My cock
was throbbing uncontrollably as this highly erotic scene
continued to unfold before me.  Amy's silky hair was not
quite that long - only slightly more than shoulder-length -
but Pamela took her sweet time anyway.

   Amy let the shampoo sit in her hair as she then told
Pamela to kneel in front of her.  The exotic dancer did just
that, then giggled as Amy began to lather up her own hair
as well.  Pamela's blonde hair was much longer than Amy's, so
there was a tremendous amount of time and effort required to
shampoo and lather it up.  Amy, of course, was in no rush.
She seemed to genuinely enjoy doing this for Pamela.

   Moments later, both ladies were giggling and standing
underneath the heavy stream of shower water from above.
They were sharing the water, and letting it rinse the thick
shampoo from their hair, and down their luscious bodies.

   I sighed as a short time later, Pamela and Amy were busy
soaping each other's bodies up with the hand-held foamer
and sponges.  Pamela seemed to pay close attention to Amy's
large breasts, fondling and squeezing the firm mounds.  Amy
reciprocated by placing a soapy sponge between Pamela's
thighs, and massaging her nether regions rather thoroughly.

   Amy sighed as Pamela brought a knee up between her thighs.
Amy seemed to straddle that knee and allow it to stimulate
her pussy as she sought Pamela's mouth with her own.  Once
finding it, the two ladies shared yet another loving kiss.

   "Will you let me?" Amy asked once their lips parted, her
voice sultry, as her eyes shifted downward for an instant.

   "Let you what?"

   This time, Amy lowered her gaze and held it at that level
for several seconds.  "I want to lick your pussy," were her
words.  "I want to lick your sweet, little pussy... and make
you EXPLODE in orgasm right here in the shower."

   Pamela's body squirmed about in an obvious rush of heated
anticipation as she offered Amy a gracious smile.  "Really?"
When Amy nodded her head, Pamela stepped away from her and
then leaned back against the side wall of the shower stall.
As Amy dropped to her knees, Pamela spread her trim thighs,
allowing the red-head full access to her womanly treasure.

   "Hmmmmm..." was the initial sound that Pamela made once
Amy's hot tongue came into contact with her precious pussy.
Amy placed one hand upon Pamela's left leg, with the other
clutching her ass, as she let her tongue do all the work.
Pamela, of course, was quite appreciative of the oral favor.
"God, Amy," she squealed, reaching up with both hands and
massaging her own breasts.  "Hmmmmm... that feels good."

   Standing sort of bow-legged in the shower stall, with
Amy on both knees directly in front of her, Pamela let out
her loudest groan yet and then tilted the back of her head
upon the wall behind her.  By now, Amy was thrusting a
single finger in-and-out of Pamela's luscious folds while
her tongue continued with its all-out, ravenous assault.

   Pamela's audible noises and squeals of passion became even
more resounding once Amy added a second finger to the mix,
her tongue still continually swirling itself over and across
Pamela's tender pussy.  I simply could not believe my eyes!

   Both Pamela and Amy could easily pose as pin-up centerfold
models if given the opportunity.  They were that beautiful.
I had become so overly aroused while eavesdropping on these
two ladies as they took a dual shower that I was about to
lose my mind.  This was not one of the many adult movies
that I had watched throughout the years to amuse myself.
No... this was real!  Even better, it was taking place on
my private island - in my very own home.  Unbelievable!

   "OH MY GOD!" Pamela whined out in pure ecstasy, her body
bucking and churning about within the shower stall.  It was
obvious that Amy was intent on bringing Pamela to an orgasm.
It was probably the only thing that mattered to her at this
point in time.  Shortly thereafter, Amy's concentration upon
Pamela's little clitoris was finally rewarded with a climax.

   With Amy's face still firmly nestled between her thighs,
Pamela rocked and gyrated her pelvis about in erotic delight
as she went through the joyous progression of orgasm.  Like
the hungry nymphomaniac that she seemed to be, Amy eagerly
lapped up all of the delicious juice and nectar that oozed
from Pamela's pussy as a result of her mind-blowing orgasm.
She did not stop, in fact, until that pussy was licked clean.

   When Amy finally withdrew her face from the joining of
Pamela's thighs, the 28-year-old enchantress from Maryland
had a dreamy look upon her face.  As a show of appreciation,
Pamela then knelt downward and shared a slow-moving kiss with
Amy.  Best of all, it had a lot of tongue action included.

   "Hmmmmm... I needed that SO bad," Pamela commented once
their kiss had reached its conclusion.  "You do not know how
long it has been since someone made me feel so good inside."

   Amy smiled at those words, then pecked Pamela's lips with
another kiss.  "It was my pleasure, honey.  My pleasure..."

   Pamela suddenly giggled.  "All we need now is a man!"

   "Yeah," Amy agreed.  "Where is Jeremy when we need him?"

   "Oh God..." I moaned, as those wicked words caused my cock
to erupt within my shorts.  My whole body trembled with lust
as I squirmed about in the chair, surprised that mere words
could cause an explosion like this within me.  Of course, the
red-hot encounter that preceded those words helped, too.

   Taking a deep breath, I rose up from the chair and exited
the voyeur room.  I hated to miss any of the live, spicy
action, but knew that my cameras were always on the lookout
and would dutifully record any movements for me.  I needed to
wash up and prepare for the official reception party which
would take place in the dining room later tonight.

                           * * *

   All of the ladies showed up that evening at the right
time - 9:00pm.  The buffet table was set up with the dishes
that had been prepared by Louisa, the elderly woman whom I
considered to be the world's best cook/housekeeper.  Never
once had the 76-year-old fixed a meal which I did not like,
or fully appreciate.  Tonight would be no exception.

   In addition to fruit juices of all varieties, other
beverages, such as bottled water, coffee and iced tea were
available as well.  My goal was to keep the reception as
informal and as friendly as possible.  Tomorrow, I figured,
my plans for the upcoming ten weeks would actually begin.

   For this evening, I chose to mingle and meet all of the
girls, trying not to give any impression of favoritism.
Right now, though, I found myself feeling attracted most to
Pamela, the 28-year-old from Maryland with the long blonde
hair and loaded, top-deck figure.

   Not only was she very exquisite to look at, but there was
something in the way that Pamela carried herself which was
just as enticing.  It is hard to explain, but she seemed to
be very sophisticated and refined.  Those are certainly not
the qualities that one usually associates with a stripper.

   When I approached her, Amy was at her side.

   "Are you two beautiful ladies enjoying yourselves?" I
asked, trying to be friendly and casual, the sight of them
quivering together in the shower still fresh in my mind.

   Amy jumped in before Pamela could even attempt to answer.
"Oh, yes.  This island is so wonderful.  And the food is
absolutely delicious.  Can we eat all we want?"

   "Of course.  You can eat all you want, and ANYTHING you
want."  I put more emphasis on the _anything_ to see if
there would be a reaction.  Pamela smiled and giggled as she
caught the double meaning, but Amy just kept talking.

   "Oh, okay.  I just didn't want to mess up my chance at
the big prize - the 500 grand in cash.  I mean, I don't
know the rules or anything, so I thought I'd ask.  It is
okay to ask, isn't it?  Or should I back off?"

   Twirling her silky red hair around an extended finger and
batting her eyelashes, Amy was really laying on the sweetness
now.  She was trying to seduce the answer out of me.  Little
did Amy know that due to my eavesdropping on the conversation
that she had with Pamela earlier, however, I was prepared for
it.  Amy was not about to trick me tonight.

   "I bet there are lots of rules, aren't there?" she asked.

   "I cannot answer that."

   "I knew it!" Amy whined, even stomping a high-heeled foot
upon the ground.  She was obviously an expert at seduction.
"But I wish I knew what the rules were.  I mean, a girl has
certain needs, but I don't want to break any of your rules."

   "Needs?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

   "You know," she said.  "Different things.  Like how a
girl feels, what she wants.  Needs."

   I shrugged my shoulders.  "I'm not sure I do."

   "I don't need to talk about it in front of everybody,"
Amy fretted.  "But if I asked you in private... would that
be okay?  Could I do that?  Please?"

   "You can ask me anything, at any time, any place."

   "Oh, good!  I'll be sure to remember that."

   I looked around and murmured, "I must be going now, before
the other ladies start to think I'm playing favorites.  Both
of you, Pamela and Amy... enjoy the party."

   "You have a beautiful home."

   And you are a beautiful woman, Pamela, I said to myself.
"Thank you, dear.  I appreciate that."

   "You're welcome."

   I began walking toward another two-some, but heard Amy say
to Pamela, "Do you think it was okay for me to ask him that?
I hope I didn't cross the line, or anything."

   "You're fine, Amy.  I mean, he SAID it was okay.  Right?"

   Devon and Stephanie were huddled together and engaged in
a lively conversation, but both offered me a friendly smile
once I made my way up to them.  I did the same, but added a
second grin for Devon.  A well-stacked blonde herself, Devon
had a small American flag on full display - its stick was
embedded in her cleavage, and the actual flag was flowing
out from her camisole top.  She was proud to be an American!
Who could blame her for such a wonderful thing?

   "Has the island been kind to the two of you thus far?" I
asked them, wanting to be as friendly as possible.

   "It's been great!" Devon chirped in response, her blue
eyes glowing.  "I just cannot wait to get out and explore
this place tomorrow.  I bet the beaches are beautiful."

   "They sure did look beautiful in those pictures that I
got in the mail," Stephanie offered.  "I cannot wait to see
them with my own two eyes, either.  You did say, Jeremy,
that you would take us on a hike of the island tomorrow."

   "I most certainly did.  And, I will."

   "What can we expect over the next ten weeks?" Devon said
to me, her head tilted in an inquisitive manner.  "I mean,
are you going to ask us to do anything shocking?"

   I reached out and gently brushed Devon's American flag
with a fingertip, while also smiling at her.  "Whatever you
or any of the others do, dear, will be up to you.  I won't
ask or force any of you to do something that makes you feel
one bit uncomfortable.  Remember, your comfort is my goal.
I want you and the others to have the time of your lives."

   In a move that surprised me, Devon smiled and leaned
upward, then planted a gentle, whispery kiss upon my face.
I even felt myself flush red with embarrassment as Devon
then looked at me, her expression vibrant and cheerful.

   "What was that for?" I managed to get out, holding the
side of my face with an open palm.  I was _stunned_!

   Devon grinned and responded, "That was the first kiss of
many between us, hopefully."  Stephanie cooed at those words,
as did Pamela and Amy (both of whom were closeby), while I
tried to make sense of this.  Both hands clutched together
at her waist, Devon simply continued to look at me and grin.

   Still feeling a bit flustered, I managed to put forth a
smile while telling Devon and Stephanie, "I better get going.
As I told Pamela and Amy, I don't want to show favoritism.  I
should go over and talk to Trish and Lindsay.  They seem to
be sampling all of the fruit punches at the drink table."

   "Is it okay if any of us show favoritism?" Devon asked,
those pretty eyes sparkling as she studied me from head to
toe.  "I already know who MY favorite is."

   Just like that, Devon replaced Pamela as my favorite.  Of
course, I figured that I would switch back-and-forth between
several (if not all) of the ladies before finally deciding on
the one I liked the most.  It could take days, weeks, months.

   But for now, my favorite was the blonde and voluptuous
Devon.  I appreciated a woman who was open, honest and very
straightforward about her feelings.  In fact, I do not think
there are enough people like this in the world today.

   "You can do whatever you want," I said to Devon, before
turning and slowly walking away.

   "But you don't understand," Lindsay spoke to Trish in a
hushed tone, as I approached them from behind.  "It's not
that I've never been with another girl.  I've never been
with anyone before - boy or girl - period.  I'm a virgin..."

   "You're a VIRGIN?" Trish exclaimed, although she kept her
voice low so the others would not hear her.

   Unfortunately for the two ladies, however, I was standing
directly behind them.  Trish turned and looked at me, then
brought a hand to her mouth and sighed.  Meanwhile, Lindsay
was shell-shocked.  Was the fact that she was still a virgin
supposed to be kept a secret?  It sure did appear that way...

   Trying to calm the sudden rush of anxiety that was here, I
patted my right ear with an open hand several times.  "What
did you say?  I've been having problems with my ears lately.
There are certain times when I just cannot hear a thing."

   Lindsay seemed to appreciate my response, but continued
to pout anyway.  "Please don't tell the others, Jeremy.  I
beg of you... PLEASE!  It's a personal and private thing.  I
was only telling Trish here because she has been the nicest
to me thus far, and she is my room-mate."

   I smiled at her.  "I said I've been having problems with
my ears.  I didn't hear anything.  I cannot tell the others
something that I did not hear.  So your secret is safe."

   Lindsay suddenly looked relieved.  "Thank you."

   "You are very welcome."

   It should come as no great surprise that Lindsay was an
early favorite of mine as well.  It was easy to understand
why just by looking at her.  The 18-year-old appeared to be
nothing more than a delicious, tempting little girl every
single time that I laid my eyes upon her thus far today.
Her pristine, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a bushy
pony-tail was enough to drive any man insane by itself.  Her
hair was so shiny and immaculate; it glowed in the light.

   But there was plenty more - her wholesome, sweet-cheeks
face and her sexy mouth enhanced with its pink, glossy lips.
Lindsay had a smile which could make my heart flutter.  Of
course, one could never forget that lithe, slender figure of
hers, either.  At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, it seemed as if
Lindsay belonged on a homecoming float somewhere right now.
She surely did not belong in a hedonistic haven such as this
island.  On the other hand, though, I was glad she was here.

   Lindsay's innocent, religious schoolgirl demeanor was what
got me most about her, though.  One could easily tell that
she had spent a secluded life growing up in a small rural
town.  But now, Lindsay wanted to branch out and do a little
exploring.  Discounting the $100,000 in guaranteed earnings,
it was her primary reason for coming to the island.

   The little sweetheart received extra points, at least in
my book, for still being a virgin.  Devon was my current
favorite, yes, but Lindsay was nipping at her heels.  Pamela
had fallen a little behind, but I had a sneaking suspicion
that she would find herself back in the running very soon.

   "How are the two of you enjoying your time thus far on
the island?" I asked both Trish and Lindsay.

   "This place is beautiful," Trish responded.  "I know I
sound like all the others, but it's the truth.  This is way
better than I ever imagined it would be.  They certainly
don't have any places like this in Canada."

   I nodded my head and smiled.  "Wait until our nature hike
tomorrow.  You will be awestruck... trust me."

   Speaking of being awestruck, that was personally how I
felt right now.  I was such a lucky man to have been able to
surround myself with this group of lovely women.  Never in
my life had I witnessed such a collection of beauty assembled
together in just one place.  This was incredible for me!

   "You own this island, right?" Lindsay said to me.  "If
you do not mind my asking, Jeremy, how much did all of this
cost you?  I mean, not only the island, but the house, too.
And everything outdoors - the pool, the garden, the stables.
You must have spent a fortune on this place!"

   "Many millions of dollars, I'd bet," Trish speculated.

   "I'd rather not get into specifics about myself right now,"
I told them.  "In due time, though, all of you will know most
everything about me.  I am a very open and honest person."

   Suddenly, I noticed that Lindsay was wearing a wristband.
But not just any wristband, or the one I had instructed her
to wear around her elbow on the flight from North America.
This wristband had the phrase _What would Jesus do?_ printed
on it.  Clearly, Lindsay was a very religious girl.

   "Nice wristband."

   Lindsay smiled at me, then raised her right hand and
pointed at its wrist with her left.  "Oh... this.  Faith is
a very big part of my life.  I am a believer that the only
way to God is through Jesus.  I've always believed that."

   "I am not very religious myself," I admitted.  "I have
been to church a few times, but that is it."

   "You should become more interested and get involved with
the church," Lindsay urged me.  "God has helped me through
many of the problems that I have faced in my own life.  If
you devote yourself to Him, Jeremy, He would help you too.
Any problems that you have, God would guide you through."

   That was a good mindset to have, I said inwardly.  But I
had so many problems that God would not know where to start.

                           * * *

   After two hours of meeting and mingling, I called for
everyone's attention.  "Ladies.  This has been a delightful
evening, but I know you are all very tired from your long
airline flights and wish to rest.  Sleep late tomorrow if you
like.  We'll get together for awhile at ten o'clock and then
the afternoon is all yours to enjoy the island.  Remember,
my personal suite is on the other side of the mansion from
where all of your rooms are.  If you have any questions or
concerns, suggestions, whatever... feel free to knock at any
time.  Your comfort is my goal.  Good night, and sleep well."

   The girls began to drift off to their own rooms while I
cleaned up and cleared the dining room.  The whole job took
less than ten minutes.  One could say that I did have a
live-in housekeeper to do this job for me, but Louisa was a
senior citizen and I felt as if I asked too much of her as
it was.  So, I was more than happy to help with the clean-up.
I also did my fair share of daily chores around here, too.

   Next, I went to my private suite and locked the door, then
opened the secret panel to the voyeur room and scanned the
television monitors.  All of the guest suites showed up with
some of the ladies in various stages of undress, getting
ready for bed.  I immediately got hard once again.

   For the time being, I decided to focus my attention upon
Devon, who was sharing the first guest suite with Stephanie.
Judging from her words, the 27-year-old from Pennsylvania had
a definite crush on me.  It was wonderful that Devon felt
this way about me, but I had one question: Why?

   Obviously not afraid to speak her mind, Devon was very
outgoing and amicable, and her warm nature complemented her
striking looks.  Her physical appearance by itself simply
demanded one's attention.  Was there any normal man alive
who could resist a woman as sultry and beautiful as Devon?
What man hasn't dreamed of a shapely blonde with a small,
rail-thin waist, with the face of an angel to boot?

   But since Devon was someone who could easily have her
choice of any man, I wondered to myself why she had taken
such a sudden interest in me.  Of course, not only was this
her first day on the island, but Devon and I had yet to sit
down and thoroughly introduce ourselves to one another.  It
was not all that often when a beautiful, breathtaking woman
such as Devon made a pass at me right out of the gate - even
before knowing me.  In fact, this was the first time ever.

   I hardly considered myself some type of Casanova, or a
very desirable man.  I was really just your normal, typical
guy.  There were both good and bad things about me, but
nothing stood out either way.  Devon could have her choice
of any man.  Why did I interest her so much at this very
early stage of our relationship?

   I contemplated several reasons in my mind, but none of
them seemed to make any sense.  Meanwhile, I kept an eye on
Devon with the help of my hidden surveillance cameras.  She
was on the edge of the bed, wearing an oversized night-shirt,
while Stephanie sorted through her suitcases just a few feet
away.  Curious, I flipped the microphone for their room on.

   "What's it like in Pennsylvania?" Stephanie asked.

   Devon, brushing her long-flowing blonde hair, offered a
smile and replied, "Probably not much different than what
you're used to in Connecticut.  There's snow in the winter
and it gets really hot in the summer.  I guess it is an okay
place to live, but I'm glad I finally got out - at least for
the time being.  I love this island."

   "Already?" Stephanie countered, giggling.  "I'm going to
miss my family while we're here.  My mom and dad, and my
older brother, Shane.  I'm going to miss all of them."

   "That's one thing about me," Devon commented, her lips
pursed.  "I really don't care to see my parents anymore.  I
wanted to get away from them more than anything else."

   "Oh," Stephanie replied, looking hurt.  "Did your parents
do something wrong to you?  Why are you mad at them?"

   "It's a long story," Devon told her.

   Sorting through her suitcase as she sat upon the floor,
Stephanie nodded her head and said, "Well, if you ever want
to talk about it, let me know.  I'd love to listen and help."

   Devon gave Stephanie a smile and mused, "I appreciate it.
I think maybe I'll feel more like sharing in the future, as
we get to know each other better.  Sound good?"

   "Of course," the brunette responded.  "Hey, what was that
earlier when you tried to put the move on Jeremy?"

   "Yeah," Devon grinned, shrugging her shoulders.  "So?
What can I say?  I like him.  I like him a lot."

   "He does seem nice," Stephanie offered, sounding reserved.
"I was talking with some of the others earlier.  We really
don't know what he expects from us over the course of the
next ten weeks.  I'm going to hold back my judgment on him
until I learn more about him.  One of my friends back home
warned me that Jeremy may run some sort of slave camp here."

   I scoffed at those words - a slave camp(!/?) - as Devon
shook her head in denial.  "No, I don't think so.  I asked
Jeremy that very same thing at the party - what he expected
from us.  He said he would not ask us to do anything that
made us feel uncomfortable.  You were there too, Steph.  I
trust him.  He is very, very nice.  He is honest, too.  I
like those qualities in a man.  I appreciate them."

   "How do you know that he is honest?" Stephanie inquired.

   "Call me an excellent judge of character," Devon told her.
"I can see right through men when they are being dishonest."

   "Why are we even here, though?" Stephanie wondered, a bit
skeptical.  "Why did Jeremy bring all of us here?  Why is he
paying us so much money?  Surely, he wants something."

   "To find the right woman, and eventually marry her," I
replied out loud.  Obviously, since I was in the voyeur room,
neither of the ladies could hear me.  But still...

   "Those are good questions," Devon nodded.  "Maybe we can
ask Jeremy about them tomorrow.  But still, I believe this
is going to be the absolute best time of all our lives.  I
think you have nothing to be worried about, Stephanie.  I
can promise you that Jeremy will treat us very, very well."

   "You must really like him."

   "Most definitely," the blonde returned.

   "Is your love life as bad as mine?" Stephanie inquired,
suddenly changing the subject.

   Devon frowned momentarily.  "I was dating this guy named
Barrett for a long time, but he was a total jerk."  Devon
took a deep breath and shook her head.  "I don't know why I
stayed with him as long as I did, but I did.  Years."

   "Have you ever been married?"

   "No, but I'd love to be someday," Devon replied.  "I came
close with Barrett, I guess, but it never would have worked
out.  He was such a jerk.  He wanted me to live my life HIS
way.  I felt suffocated.  And he cheated on me, too."

   "How could anyone cheat on you?  You are so beautiful!"

   Devon blushed again.  She seemed genuinely grateful for
these nice compliments.  "Thank you, Stephanie.  But after
me and Barrett broke up, I kind of lost myself in my job.
I was a project manager for a large company in Pennsylvania.
I devoted my heart and soul to that company.  I worked 16
to 20 hours per day.  I worked off days, even vacations."

   "Why would you do that?  Why work so hard?"

   "I wanted to be promoted, but things got to the point
where it seemed as if that would never happen," she said.
"I saw people with half my experience pass me by.  They got
to work on the bigger projects, and make more money.  And I
hated the fact that my boss took ALL of the credit for the
work I did.  ALL OF THE CREDIT."  Devon became agitated as
she continued, "I worked my ass off for that company.  All
those hours and I never got any credit whatsoever."  Devon
pouted and fretted, "I'm sorry... please excuse my language."

   "There is no need for you to be sorry," Stephanie mused.
"You wanted a little appreciation from your work.  You say
those with less experience passed you by and were promoted?
Yet you gave your whole life to that job?"

   "I haven't been on so much as a date in four months,"
Devon sulked.  "I never had any time for anything other than
work.  But I got so angry with my boss and burned out that
after I saw a flyer at a local health club, advertising this
island and the chance at $500,000, it seemed like the right
choice for me.  Once my application was accepted for coming
here, I quit my job.  I told my boss to shove it."

   That was an interesting tidbit of information to me.  I
was not aware that Devon had quit her job in order to come
to the island.  Suddenly, I felt worried for her future.

   "What are you going to do once you go back home?"

   "I'll land on my feet somewhere," Devon answered.  "Even
if I don't get the $500,000, I'll get $100,000.  Not bad for
a ten week vacation, huh?"  Devon grinned and added, "Plus,
it looks like my life-long fantasy will come true here."

   "What is that?"

   Devon hesitated, then smiled again.  "To be with a woman."

   Stephanie's eyes went wide.  "You have never been with a
woman before?  And you're 27?  Talking sexually, right?"

   Devon nodded her head.  "I have been attracted to other
women since I was in high school.  But I was too afraid to
let anyone know about it.  Too scared of embarrassment, I
guess."  Devon seemed a bit uncomfortable as she continued,
"I take it... you have been with... women before?"

   "Yes, I have.  Since I was 17.  Lots of girls."

   "Are those... is that... what you prefer?"  Devon seemed
even more uncomfortable now.  She was very curious about
Stephanie and her experiences, obviously, but did not want
to come across as being too intrusive or nosey.

   "Sometimes I like being with guys," Stephanie responded.
"Sometimes I like being with girls.  Depends on my mood.
Sometimes I like being with guys AND girls at the same time."

   Devon smiled.  "You mean a three-some?"

   "Or a four-some," Stephanie mused.  "Five-some, six-some.
The more people for me, the merrier... you know?"

   Now, Devon was frowning.  "I've been with two people in
my life.  Barrett, and my boyfriend from high school, Tim.
Everyone always tells me how beautiful I am.  But I'm 27,
and I feel as if a big part of my life has passed me by.  I
just... I get the feeling that I'm missing out on something."

   "You are beautiful," Stephanie stressed, her gaze locked
upon Devon's face.  "You are the sexiest woman that I have
ever seen in my entire life.  I think you are a goddess."

   Devon offered a slight (perhaps stunned?) smile, then
gulped her throat.  Stephanie quickly went on, "I am happy
that you are willing to tell me things about your life.  I
want you to trust in me.  I want to be your friend."

   "You are very easy to talk to," Devon nodded.  "I feel as
if I could tell you anything, Stephanie.  I really do.  Just
from these few minutes here, and the reception party."

   "You can," the brunette purred, before shifting gears in
their conversation.  "If you like Jeremy as much as you say
you do, why not let him know about it?"

   Devon laughed in a negative manner and shook her head.
"I tried that at the party earlier.  I kissed him, you know,
but I hope I wasn't too forward with what I did.  I really
don't want to mess things up.  I like him a lot."

   "I like you too, dear," I commented, watching the monitor.

                           * * *

   My attention was diverted as I noticed in the third guest
suite, there was what appeared to be a little girl seated on
the far bed.  She was wearing white pajamas that had feet in
them, with yellow duckie designs all around.  Oh my God!...

   "I just never found the right person to give myself to
yet," Lindsay said, as I flipped the audio switch on for the
room that she shared with Trish.  "I want my first time to
be very special and wonderful.  Is that too much to ask?  I
want to look back 50 years from now and not regret one thing
about it.  That is why I've waited this long.  I had lots of
opportunities with guys in high school, but I never found the
right one.  I guess I'm a little old-fashioned..."

   "There's nothing wrong with that," Trish, who was seated
on the opposite bed, told her.  "But why did you come here,
knowing what this place would be like?"

   "For the money," Lindsay admitted.  "For the money.  I...
I know it will happen here.  I just want to feel comfortable
and secure with whomever it happens to be.  I guess I won't
be in love, but I at least want it to be with a friend.  I
don't have any friends here yet because we just met today."

   "I'm your friend," Trish cooed.

   Lindsay seemed to fidget about at those words.  "I have
never had a girlfriend, unfortunately, and I've only had a
couple of boyfriends.  I've always been curious about other
girls but have always been too afraid to approach them.  I
live in a really small town and if word got out... OHHHHH...
I don't even want to think about it.  But I've dreamed of
one day having a girlfriend for probably five or six years."

   Trish smiled and winked an eye.  "I want to be the one
who makes your dreams come true.  I would be HONORED."

   Lindsay gulped her throat, then pointed toward the nearby
restroom.  "I think I'm gonna take a bath in the jacuzzi.
Never been in one of them before."  She smiled at Trish and
added, "I'm only staying in there for a half-hour, though.
I'm really tired and want to go to sleep.  I cannot believe
that it's almost midnight.  I never flew so far before in an
airplane before.  I don't even like being in them."

   "Do your religious beliefs make you believe that sex is a
bad thing?" Trish wondered.  "Sex outside of marriage?"

   Lindsay nodded her head.  "Yes.  It was instilled in me
by my parents that I should save myself for marriage.  My
oldest sister, Jennifer, waited until her wedding night.
She was 23 then.  My other two sisters, Gina and Alicia, did
not wait."  Lindsay frowned again.  "Alicia is younger than
me.  She is 17 and has already been with three boys."

   "Does that make you jealous?"

   Lindsay contemplated Trish's question for a moment, then
nodded her head in a shy manner.  "Sometimes I think about
what it would be like.  Alicia has told me... a few stories."

   Trish smiled at her.  "Oh yeah?  What type of stories?"

   Lindsay gulped her throat.  "Alicia tells me of the many
things that she does with her boyfriend."  Suddenly, the
18-year-old looked very agitated.  "If it is God's will for
me to save myself for my wedding night, then why do I have
the feelings and desires that I do?  Why does listening to
Alicia and her stories about Eric make me... umm... uhh..."

   "What?" Trish insisted.

   Lindsay turned beet-red with embarrassment, but took a
deep breath and admitted, "Hot.  They make me feel hot."

   Now, Trish was smiling from ear-to-ear.  She had just
managed to get Lindsay to confide something in her that no
one, with the possible exception of Alicia, had ever heard
her say before.  "Having sex is not a bad thing, honey.  I
have never been married, but I've had sex with five people
in my life - three men and two women.  It does not make me a
bad person.  I KNOW that I am a good person.  I also know
that no matter what, I will go to Heaven when I die."

   Now, Lindsay appeared so incredibly flustered that she
was actually trembling.  "I'm gonna go take my bath..."

   Suddenly worried, Trish sat up in her own bed and implored
to her room-mate, "I didn't mean, honey, to make you feel one
bit uncomfortable with what I said.  You gave me your views
on sex.  I gave you mine.  That is all."

   "You did not do anything wrong," Lindsay assured Trish.
"Nothing at all.  I just... I have been thinking about this
day for the past three months.  Ever since Jeremy said he had
accepted my application and was bringing me to the island, I
knew this would be the place where I would lose my virginity.
Now that I'm finally here, I... I... I don't know."

   "Don't know what?"

   "I need to come to grips with what will happen here," she
explained.  "Look at the other girls here.  Pamela is a
stripper.  She has been a stripper for nine years.  My mom
would freak out if she knew that I was hanging around with a
stripper.  Look at Amy.  She told me on the airline flight
that she has sex with FIVE GUYS AT ONCE every weekend.  I
heard that Stephanie has a whole group of girlfriends back
home.  I... it seems to me that I'm the odd one out here.  I
have no experience.  You have been with three guys and two
girls, Trish.  I am sure that Devon has had her fair share
of lovers, too.  Plus, all of you are so much older than me."

   "Everyone has to start somewhere, honey," Trish countered.
"Does Pamela being a stripper make her a bad person?"

   Lindsay took a deep breath and sighed.  "A week ago, I
would have said yes.  But now... I'm not so sure.  Pamela is
so nice and friendly.  She told me to come to her if I ever
needed any help or advice.  She... she seems way too nice to
be a stripper.  I have a hard time imagining her that way.
Strippers are supposed to be bad and immoral."

   "I happen to think that Pamela is a sweetheart," Trish
commented.  "I sat next to her on the flight from Miami.
But Pamela is nowhere near as sweet as you are, Lindsay."

   With that, the young minx bolted up from her private bed
and declared, "I'm DEFINITELY going to take my bath now."

   Trish grinned and waved at Lindsay as she made her way
into the restroom.  "Have fun in the jacuzzi..."

   Of course, with Lindsay stepping into the restroom and
triggering its motion detector, the corresponding monitor
here within the voyeur room came to life.  After closing the
door, Lindsay went over to the tub and turned its water on.
She adjusted its temperature to her liking and then allowed
the tub to begin to fill with water.  A moment later, the
little blonde leaned against the sinktop and began tugging
at the feet part of her pajama bottoms.  Decision time...

   What should I do?  I was presented with the opportunity
to sit back here in my voyeur room and watch Lindsay peel
away her entire pajama suit from her heavenly body, only to
then submerge herself into the luxurious whirlpool bathtub.

   Of course, I could throw another descriptor onto that body
of hers, too - virginal.  Lindsay was a virgin and thus, no
one had ever been graced with the sight of her nude body.
But the moment was here.  It was mine for the taking...

   It should not come as any shocking surprise that the very
moment Lindsay began to tug her pajama bottoms downward, I
temporarily deactivated the camera in the restroom, thus
causing the monitor in front of me to go blank.

   I simply could not bring myself to spy on Lindsay in such
a private moment.  Until she was comfortable sharing her
body with others, it would not be right of me to eavesdrop
as she took a bath.  I could never do that to a virgin.

   But none of the other ladies here were virgins.

   Back in their guest suite, Trish was eyeing the closed
restroom door while gently caressing and prodding each of
her large, beautiful breasts with an open hand through the
t-shirt that she wore.  Judging by what had transpired thus
far, it was obvious that Trish wanted the opportunity to get
to know Lindsay.  I got the sense that she actually wanted
to care about Lindsay as a person.  But by watching her now
upon the survelliance monitor, I could easily tell that Trish
had a serious physical attraction for Lindsay, too.

   Trish's green eyes were glazed over as she continued to
stare at the closed restroom door, while also still rubbing
her breasts through the fabric of her t-shirt.  There was
one thing on her mind, and it was obvious.  The 28-year-old
was fantasizing about the very thing I chose to forego just
seconds ago.  What did Lindsay look like when totally nude?

   Trish let out a long-winded sigh and now used both hands
to generously cup and squeeze her breasts.  The busty vixen
glanced at the door again, then gently murmured, "Oh God...
Lindsay is so pretty."  My eyes wide as I watched her, Trish
settled down onto the mattress and moaned out in arousal.

   Before gliding her right hand underneath the waistband of
her shorts, Trish looked at the restroom door yet again.  It
seemed as if she wanted to make certain that Lindsay would
not be stepping out anytime soon.  Satisfied for now, Trish
groaned out as she slid several fingers between her thighs.

   The young woman's body began to squirm and writhe about
upon the bed, albeit in a gentle fashion, as she twiddled
away at her pussy with a bevy of fingers.  Her shorts were
blue and made of cotton, and were quite a snug fit.  Though
I could not see Trish's pussy as she massaged it, I followed
the plight of her long, supple fingers through the fabric.

   "Hmmmmm," she sighed, her knees now in the air and feet
flat upon the bed.  "I want to love that girl so much..."

   Inside the voyeur room, I could not resist the urge to
withdraw my throbbing cock from my own shorts and feverishly
stroke it in the open air.  Trish came across as very classy
and distinguished, so having the opportunity to watch her as
she masturbated in this private moment was very special.  It
was also incredibly naughty, but I could not help myself.

   Trish licked her lips as her actions upon the bed became
more animated.  Her knees still in the air, those legs were
moving as she continued pleasuring her pussy with her right
hand.  With her left, she traced it across the outline of
her breasts.  Wow, I said to myself.  What a goddess...

   I should have felt guilty for spying on Trish, but I
didn't.  The sexual voyeur in me always won out over my
decent, logical side in the end - with the lone exception of
Lindsay.  Though my voyeuristic side wanted me to, I could
not bring myself to eavesdrop on an untouched virgin.  All
of the other ladies, though, were obviously fair game.

   "Let's get off together," I growled out loud in the voyeur
room, busily frigging my cock, my eyes transfixed upon that
one monitor.  "Come on, sweetheart.  Get yourself off.  Get
yourself off, and help ME get off, too."

   Trish giggled as I said those words.  I wondered if she
was fantasizing about what it would be like to do the things
to Lindsay's sweet pussy that she was now doing to her own.
I did not need to wonder.  That was obviously on her mind.

   "Hmmmmm..." Trish soon moaned, her movements becoming
even more agitated.  She was fingering her pussy nice and
fast now.  Her moans were becoming more prevalent, too.

   I almost blew my load as Trish used her free hand to
pull a white vibrator out from underneath the pillow.  It
looked like one of those _magic wands_ which I had saw so
many times in adult mail-order catalogs.  Trish held the
pleasure tool above her face for an instant and giggled to
herself.  "Why... it's Mr. Happy time!"

   But when Trish began nudging her shorts downward, there
was a noise from elsewhere in the suite.  Trish jerked about
and instantly sat up as if she had just heard a gunshot go
off.  In reality, it was the sound of the restroom door being
unlocked from the inside, then opened.

   In her haste not to get caught _in the act_, Trish was
able to stash the vibrator underneath the pillow behind her.
But her posture was erect and straight, and she had quite
the guilty, dumbfounded expression upon her face as Lindsay
glared at her with a very peculiar, odd look.

   "Is everything okay?"

   "Oh... yeah," Trish nodded, her breathing ragged.  She
tried to compose herself.  "Oh... yeah.  I was... I was...
you... you startled me!  Yes!  You startled me!  That's all.
I was... I was about to doze off."  Trish vigorously shook
her head and then did her best to come across as an innocent.
"I thought you were going to take a bath?"

   With her yellow-duckied pajamas still on, Lindsay pointed
toward the suitcase that was perched atop her own bed.  "I
forgot my hair dryer," she said, that same odd look upon her
beautiful face.  "I... I think I'll get it now."  Lindsay
quickly stepped toward the bed and retrieved the hair dryer.
She offered Trish one more strange look, then backed her
way into the restroom and closed (and locked) the door.

   Trish sighed deeply and brought her right hand to her
face.  She rubbed her eyes with her thumb and forefinger,
then shook her head and sighed again.  "That was close," she
breathed.  "I need some fresh air."  A moment later, Trish
rose to her feet and quickly exited the suite.

   In the voyeur room, I shook my head as well.  I got the
impression that Lindsay knew Trish was not being completely
truthful with her.  But at the same time, I do not believe
that Lindsay had any clue that Trish had been masturbating.
Even more, masturbating to the thought of Lindsay herself.

   Trish was EXTREMELY lucky that she did not get caught...

   The sight of Lindsay in her pajamas - which did nothing
but make her appear even younger - coupled with the fact
that she was an untouched virgin, made my senses shift into
overdrive.  I continually stroked my cock here in the voyeur
room, fantasizing about what it would be like to take this
erection and insert it into that sweet, little mouth of hers.
I wanted to deflower Lindsay's pussy more than anything!

   On the other hand, I would only do those things to Lindsay
if she were to afford me the opportunity.  I was not going to
be forceful or try to sway her opinion toward me at all.  I
was not the type of person to do such things.

   I may have naughty thoughts, indeed, but I pride myself
in being a gentleman and thus, my actions would always be
totally pure and sincere.  All one had to do is point toward
my turning off the hidden survelliance camera in the restroom
once Lindsay started getting ready for her dip in the tub.  I
would feel so very guilty now if I had actually spied on her.

   Over the course of a few hours, I had gone from Pamela
being my favorite to Devon, and now Lindsay.  Yes, Lindsay
was my new favorite.  There was something to be said about
her sweet innocence and wholesome good looks.  I found that
young and naive aura she displayed to be very magnetic, too.

                           * * *

   "I have an idea," Stephanie purred, as I went back to the
audio for the guest room that she and Devon shared together.
Now seated upon the bed, Stephanie eyed Devon as the sultry
blonde from Pennsylvania paced back-and-forth.  "You say that
you really like Jeremy.  You have an attraction for women
that has yet to be explored.  And you seemed very curious
and interested when we were talking about group sex earlier."

   "I've never done that sort of thing before," Devon said
in her soft, squealy tone.  "I mean... I don't even know
anything about it.  But the thought does intrigue me."

   "Here is my idea," Stephanie cooed, a devious smile upon
her face.  "I say you and me go to Jeremy's room right now,
knock on his door... and then we seduce him.  Together."  My
eyes suddenly wide, I coughed out loud and felt my erection
twinge and pulsate within my shorts.  Stephanie wanted Devon
to tag along with her for a night of sex with me?  Just the
mere idea sent erotic shivers coursing throughout my body...

   "Oh no, I could never do that," Devon offered in response,
shaking her head.  "I... I'm not that type of girl."

   "What type of girl?" Stephanie giggled.  "Look at you,
Devon.  Look at all the pent-up sexual frustration that is
inside of you.  You haven't been on a date in several months.
How many times have you seen a good-looking guy on the
street, or at the corner market, and just wanted to let go?
Just wanted to throw yourself at him, and let go?  Bend over
right there and let him violate you like no one's business?"

   "Stephanie!..." Devon squealed, fidgeting about as she
leaned against the dresser in their suite.  Devon's good
side wanted to deny those allegations, but if so, it would
have been a lie.  Judging by her reaction, Devon had many
ideas similar to the one which Stephanie just eluded to.

   "I know your type."

   "My type?" Devon screeched.  "WHAT are you talking about?"

   Stephanie smiled.  "You worked in an office setting, yes?
I bet you wore tight, little outfits every single day to
work - showing off your body for all the men, and even the
women."  Devon squirmed and fidgeted some more, silently
admitting that Stephanie's speculation was dead-on accurate.
"You were the best-looking woman in the entire company, and
you knew it.  You wanted others to know it, too."

   Stephanie eyed Devon from head to toe and continued, "How
many times did you fantasize about sucking one of your male
co-workers off?  Even if it was just for fun?  Or how many
times did you think about hooking up with the hot red-head
in the corner cubicle, and licking her pussy?"

   "Act-Actually," Devon stammered, "the hot blonde.  I...
it was a hot blonde in the corner cubicle.  Je-Jesse."

   Stephanie smirked and nodded her head.  "Thought so.
You understand what these next ten weeks are for, right?
This island is a place where you let inhibitions go.  It is
a place where you allow all of your fantasies to come true."
Stephanie smiled sweetly and patted the mattress next to her.
"Why don't you come over and sit down with me, pretty girl?"

   After the 27-year-old momentarily frowned and then gulped
her throat, Devon decided to accept the invitation and took a
seat beside Stephanie on the bed.  Taking the seduction one
step further, Stephanie smiled and gently caressed Devon's
left kneecap with her right hand.  Devon looked at that hand
and sighed, then focused her gaze upon Stephanie's face.

   "I... I've never been with another woman before," Devon
reiterated.  "I... I don't even know... what... what to do."

   In a very bold move, Stephanie cut Devon off by pressing
her lips to hers for a deep, exploratory kiss.  Devon looked
at her with wide eyes for several seconds, then sighed as
Stephanie's hot tongue sneaked into her mouth.  Devon's body
sagged in arousal for a short moment, then she regained her
composure and met Stephanie's velvety tongue with her own.
The two ladies embraced warmly as their wet tongues slivered
and dueled together for quite a long time.

   "Nice..." Stephanie moaned once their mutual kiss reached
its conclusion, even bumping noses with Devon.

   "It was incredible," Devon countered, her inquisitive blue
eyes glazed-over with absolute lust.  "I... it... WOW."

   "Let me kiss you again," Stephanie said, cupping Devon's
chin with her hand and then closing her mouth over hers.
Inside the voyeur room, I took a deep breath and sighed as
Stephanie explored the inner walls and tasty recesses of
Devon's lush mouth with her curious tongue.  I felt somewhat
jealous simply because I wanted to be the one kissing Devon!

   "Hmmmmm... you are so beautiful," Stephanie cooed, an
instant before glancing downward and realizing that Devon's
hands were busy squeezing and massaging her massive breasts.
Stephanie, who wore a white tank-top, smiled at her new
girlfriend while saying, "You like my breasts, baby?"

   "Oh yes," Devon replied breathlessly.  "They're so nice,
and feel so firm!  I... I've never known of another woman
who is sexier than you, Stephanie.  I mean that."

   "No woman alive is sexier than you," Stephanie purred.

   I eyed the screen intently as Stephanie encircled Devon's
body with both arms, then offered her another tongue-filled
kiss.  It did not surprise me one bit to see that yet again,
Devon's hands had gravitated toward Stephanie's exquisite
pair of breasts.  She was cupping and squeezing both of them
with wild, reckless abandon, her tongue swirling like crazy
upon Stephanie's through their maddening, frenetic kiss.

   "You want to take my tank-top off?" the 27-year-old asked,
now pecking kisses along Devon's neck and cheek.  "Maybe even
my bra too, babydoll?  Would you like that?"

   "Oh God, yes..."

   Stephanie scooted back somewhat upon the bed and offered
her newfound lover a gracious smile.  "Come on..."

   Devon hopped up to her knees and closed the short distance
between herself and Stephanie.  Very slowly, she gathered the
shoulder straps of Stephanie's white tank-top and lifted the
garment from her body.  Devon's eyes were suddenly locked
upon the sight of Stephanie's bra-clad breasts.  If I did not
know any better, I would fear that Devon was close to a heart
attack.  Her fantasy was quickly becoming a reality.

   "Take my bra off now," Stephanie instructed her, giggling.

   Devon let loose with a long, drawn-out moan, then reached
around Stephanie's body and undid her bra in back.  Suddenly,
her bare breasts spilled out into view.  They were a proud
38d, without a single trace of sag anywhere to be found.  Her
lush nipples looked most inviting...

   Devon seemed frozen in time for a moment, so Stephanie
took hold of the back of her head, and brought her face upon
her breasts.  Devon rustled around for a moment, then sighed
once again as she extended her tongue and offered Stephanie's
delicious cleavage a long, leisurely swipe.

   "You like my breasts?"

   Devon burrowed her face in even deeper and proclaimed,
"I never want to leave here!"

   Stephanie giggled once more as Devon really started to
work her cleavage over with her lips and tongue.  Cradling
her head with her hands, Stephanie was beaming with delight
as she allowed Devon to feast away upon her womanly delights.
Inside the voyeur room, my erection was hard, and throbbing.

   "That's it, baby.  Oh yes.  Use your tongue just the way
you are.  God, sweetheart.  Your tongue feels so good..."

   Soon, Stephanie extended one of her own hands and looked
at it tentatively.  I wondered what she was doing for a
moment, but then the bombshell reached down and hovered that
hand close to Devon's ass.  I suddenly realized that
Stephanie was trying to decide whether or not she should
touch Devon there.  Go for it, I said inwardly.

   Feeling confident, Stephanie brought her hand to Devon's
tight ass and patted it gently through the denim shorts she
had on.  When Devon offered no resistance - only a gentle
moan - Stephanie smiled and firmly squeezed the vixen's ass.
In response, Devon groaned and rolled her head.

   "Do you like that?" Stephanie asked, her hand now gripping
and clutching Devon's tender backside in a repeated fashion.

   "Uh huh," she nodded in return, before moving her mouth to
one of Stephanie's plump nipples and sucking on it.

   "Oh yeah..." the brunette growled in response, offering
her first outward sign that Devon was pleasuring her.  She
continued to cradle Devon's head with one hand, while firmly
squeezing her ass with the other.  I could tell that Devon
was getting very excited, too.  Her movements were becoming
more animated, and her hunger as she sucked and slurped away
upon Stephanie's nipple only seemed to multiply.  Inside the
voyeur room, I was about to go out of my mind with mad lust
and desire.  I simply could not believe what I was seeing!

   Devon gave no resistance as Stephanie slipped her orange
halter-top up, and over her head.  An instant later, she sat
idly by as Stephanie then unhooked her bra, and disposed of
it.  Suddenly, Devon's large, bouncy breasts were on display.

   Upon the monitor, Devon had an apprehensive expression,
but she again offered no resistance as Stephanie undid her
shorts and pulled them down her hips and thighs.  With her
bra already disposed, as well as her shoes and socks, only a
flimsy pair of panties separated Devon from being totally
nude.  Overjoyed, Stephanie licked her lips at the sight.

   "Never in my life have I seen a more beautiful woman than
you," Stephanie said, re-emphasizing an earlier point.  "Not
even in my fantasies.  You are a goddess, Devon."

   Stephanie offered another smile before she rolled Devon
onto the comfortable mattress beneath her.  The pair of
ladies then moaned in unison as they shared another heated
kiss, their velvety tongues dancing in a blissful symphony.
Not surprisingly, Devon was mauling Stephanie's breasts with
both hands again.  She seemed fascinated with them...

   A moment later, Devon's entire body was shuddering with
pure arousal as Stephanie splayed tender kisses all across
her breasts, as well as her nipples.  Being overly loving
and compassionate, Stephanie took one of Devon's pert
nipples into her mouth and sucked on it gently.  I enjoyed
the reaction she got; Devon let out an audible moan as she
arched her neck and back high off the mattress.

   "Gorgeous..." Stephanie whispered, her tongue now blazing
a hot trail over and across Devon's breasts.  She glanced up
at her new room-mate and said, "Are you really ready, honey?
Are you ready to go the distance?  The whole way?"

   "With you I am," Devon replied, nodding her head.

   "Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime," Stephanie
murmured, now eyeing the silken joining of Devon's thighs -
concealed only by a silky pair of panties.  "Although... once
I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."

   "Do it, Stephanie," the 27-year-old nodded.  "Do it.  I
want you to do it.  Show me how a woman loves another woman."

   Instead of jumping right in and letting herself go,
Stephanie wanted to prolong the moment.

   Now cupping one of Devon's breasts with her right hand,
she slowly trailed her tongue down the vixen's quivering
torso.  Stephanie licked and swiped at Devon's midriff for
several seconds, then stopped and planted a series of angel
kisses upon her stomach.  A moment later, she was tonguing
away at her belly button.

   Obviously, Stephanie wanted Devon to receive the maximum
amount of pleasure from their encounter.  I thought she was
displaying a remarkable amount of self-control.  I do not
know if I could be that slow with Devon during sex, simply
because the stacked blonde would drive me absolutely insane.
She had done that already, believe it or not, despite the
fact that I had yet to touch her in any single way.  Just
looking at her for the past few hours, combined with our
little discussion at the party, had done the trick for me.

   "That's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Stephanie
cooed as she slipped Devon's panties down and off, her
petite, lithe body trembling with desire.  Now totally nude,
Devon gulped her throat as she stared up at Stephanie.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen.  So pretty..."

   All Devon could do was offer a shy, red-faced smile.

   "Relax, baby," Stephanie soothed, reaching up and stroking
her face with a hand.  "I know how nerve-racking this can
be.  I remember the first time I spread my legs for someone
else.  I was so scared... but Lita made it all better."

   "Another girl?  What did she do?"

   Stephanie grinned and replied, "Lita made me feel like a
princess.  She prodded and teased me with her tongue, and
then, she made me explode in orgasm."  Devon's body shivered
as Stephanie added, "I'm going to do the same to you."

   Devon squealed and moaned in response as Stephanie's head
then settled between her outstretched thighs.  First she
planted a series of tender kisses upon Devon's lower abdomen,
then the insides of her creamy, quivering thighs.

   But when Stephanie's tongue made its initial contact with
Devon's pussy, the enchantress let loose with a thunderous
groan as her legs vibrated in the sensations.  Stephanie
smiled in return, then extended her skilled tongue and swiped
away at those damp, tender folds in a slow, languid manner.

   "Such a pretty pussy," the young woman reiterated, her
tongue constantly swirling.  "I shouldn't have expected
anything less from you, sweetheart.  Your whole body is one
complete thing of beauty.  Oh wow..." Stephanie murmured,
extending her tongue fully and licking the full length of
her exposed slit.  "Your pussy is absolutely delicious, too!"

   "Oh my God..." Devon moaned, her eyes wide, both hands
upon her own breasts as her body writhed and squirmed about.
"Oh God, Stephanie... that feels so good!"

   "Hmmmmm, you taste good!" Stephanie remarked, her soft
tongue now offering a series of full, loving swipes upon
Devon's folds.  "You even smell good.  You're so precious."

   Stephanie may have taken the route of providing excessive
compliments, but Devon surely did not seem to mind.  I think
it was good that Stephanie was so very complimentary, too.
She was doing everything right in terms of introducing Devon
to the extreme joys of female-to-female passion.

   "Tell me if you like this," Stephanie quietly murmured,
her tongue now jabbing and poking at Devon's little nub of a
clitoris.  Immediately, the shapely blonde began to wail out
in extreme, lustful pleasure.  "Hmmmmm... I guess I'll take
that as a _yes_."  Stephanie giggled and coyly asked, "Are
you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?"

   "God, yes!  YESSSSS!"

   "Let's help you GET OFF, now."

   Devon's entire body started to buck and churn about upon
the bed in unspeakable desire as Stephanie really bore down
on her pussy with her lips and tongue.  For a brief moment,
she took Devon's clitoris into her mouth and nibbled upon it
ever-so-gently.  In my mind, I was trying to imagine how
Devon's pussy must taste to Stephanie.  Hmmmmm...

   Devon's body was thrashing about so wildly upon the bed
that Stephanie had to place both hands upon her hips in an
attempt to hold her still.  She jabbed at that clitoris with
her tongue, teasing and playing with it, while Devon
continued to shudder and vibrate about in ultimate passion.

   She really seemed to go off the deep end once Stephanie
parted the luscious, delicate folds of her pussy with a pair
of fingers, and inserted her tongue for a luscious taste.

   "OH GOD!" the heavenly angel screamed out, her movements
becoming too strong and frenzied for even the stronger, very
athletically-inclined Stephanie to handle.  "OH GOD... FIRE!
I... FIRE!  FIRE!  MY PUSSY IS ON _FIRE_!"

   Since she was living out a fantasy and experiencing her
first encounter with another woman, Devon did not require a
lot of work from Stephanie to guide her along to the point
of release.  Stephanie withdrew her tongue from the silken
depths of Devon's pussy, then concentrated on her clitoris
once again.  Stephanie swirled her tongue in heated circles
around it, wanting her girlfriend to explode.

   "OH MY _GODDDDD_!" Devon suddenly screamed, her thighs
clenched tightly upon Stephanie's probing head.  "I'M...
IT'S... OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

   The juices of sweet orgasm were flowing from Devon's
pussy as if a river dam had burst.  She was grabbing her
breasts, squeezing them with all of her strength, as her
cries and screams of intense passion echoed throughout the
room they shared together.  Stephanie's tongue was lapping
up the luscious fruits of her labor, and did not stop until
Devon's little, overworked slit had finally run dry...

   In the seconds following that monumental orgasm, Stephanie
moved up Devon's body and kissed her tenderly upon the
mouth.  The two ladies glanced at each other and smiled once
their kiss ended, then Stephanie placed the side of her face
upon Devon's and laid down with her upon the bed.

   "That was... it was... AWESOME..." Devon groaned.  "I
never knew that sex could feel so good!  NEVER!"

   Stephanie smiled and gave Devon, whose body was glowing,
another kiss on the lips.  "You were awesome, honey."  The
registered nurse grinned once more and said, "Now I have all
night to teach you how to eat a pussy - MINE!"

   All Devon could do in response to those words was moan
and lick her lips in anticipation.  All of a sudden, though,
Devon and Stephanie were no longer on my mind.

                           * * *

   The surveillance monitor which displayed the long corridor
outside my personal suite flickered to life, and my eyes went
wide at what I saw.  Amy was approaching my room, decked out
in a sheer white nightie - and nothing else.  She even went
right past the glass wall (and all of its shimmering lights)
that I spoke of earlier, and paid it no attention whatsoever.
It was crystal-clear what she had in mind.

   I growled at the sight of the loaded red-head in the
flimsy piece of lingerie as she took in a deep breath, then
knocked on the front door of my suite.  I quickly exited the
voyeur room and sealed its entrance, obviously not wanting
Amy (or any of the other ladies) to know about my secret
just yet.  Perhaps in time, I would let them know about it.

   I took a deep breath of my own before opening the door
and offering Amy a gracious, friendly smile.  Of course, she
looked absolutely luscious in her little, sheer nightie.  It
was a nice contrast to her flame-red hair, too.  Suddenly,
my erection felt as if it was going to burst.

   "Hi Amy.  What can I do for you?"

   "Can I come in for a minute?  I gotta talk to you."

   I stepped aside to allow her access.  "Sure.  Come on in.
Can I get you a drink?  Some orange juice, maybe?"

   "Ahh, sure.  That would be nice."  She looked around the
suite, which had over a million dollars worth of collectables
and decorations scattered all throughout it.

   Of particular interest to Amy, however, was the 180-degree
view of the Pacific Ocean through a large collection (six) of
floor-to-ceiling windows which wrapped halfway around the
bedroom.  It was a beautiful spectacle at night, but even
moreso in the daytime when there were no clouds in the sky.
There was nothing but blue for as far as the eye could see.

   "Wow..." Amy murmured, her green eyes flashing.  "That
sure is some nice view you have there.  All lit-up at night;
I can even see the beach below us."  She paused and added,
"Just how much money do you have, Jeremy?"

   "Enough, but I'd rather not tell just yet," were my words.
"Perhaps in due time, I'll let you ladies in on my secrets.
Right now, we're in the _getting to know each other_ stage."

   "Oh... okay," Amy responded, looking a bit uneasy.  "Thank
you," she said next, as I handed her a glass of orange juice.

   "You're welcome," I nodded in return, before glancing
around the suite.  "This mansion sure does keep me busy."

   "Really?" Amy said.  "Don't you get kinda lonely here,
all by yourself?  I mean before we came, there was no one
here, right?  Except for Louisa, of course?"  Amy took a swig
of the orange juice, then set her glass down upon a coaster.

   "That's right... just me and the housekeeper.  I do have a
friend - a lady named Kristanna - who visits me on occasion.
But I don't see her quite as often as I'd like to."

   "I mean, you're a normal man, right?" she continued.  "I
mean, you have... needs, right?"

   "I sure do."  I looked at Amy and could not keep my eyes
off of the full breasts upon her chest, pulling up the front
of her nightie with each and every breath.  Her nipples were
clearly visible through the sheer material and her red pubic
hair was in full view every time she inhaled.  My cock was
so hard that it was about to cream the inside of my shorts.

   Amy caught that bulge with her eyes.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  Am
I making you uncomfortable?  I really should have put more
on, but then again, we're all friends here.  Aren't we?"  Amy
tilted her head to the side and gently cooed, "You know, we
are gonna be here for ten whole weeks and well... we might as
well be comfortable.  Know what I mean?"

   "Sort of," I choked out.  My throat was raspy and my
pulse was racing.  Amy was a pure sex-pot!

   She stepped closer to me until I could feel her warm
breath upon my neck.  Amy pushed her large breasts against
my chest and reached downward, finding the pulsating lump
tucked away in my shorts.  "I can see you're uncomfortable.
I can feel it, too.  Oh, real uncomfortable."

   "If you keep that up," I whispered, "I'll be much more
uncomfortable with sticky, wet shorts."

   "Well, let's take care of that."  Amy grinned and reached
for my zipper, then tugged it downward.  Her hand slid inside
and immediately wrapped itself around my throbbing erection.
Her long, slender fingers felt wonderful grasping my cock; it
was difficult for me not to just let my spermy load loose.

   "Oh my..." was all I could say.

   "Does this make you feel anymore comfortable?" Amy asked
quietly, in a teasing way.  Her hand was very busy, squeezing
and releasing my full shaft, in rapid-fire succession.  I
did not know how much longer I could hold out.

   "I... I... I feel much more... comfortable."

   "That's good to know," the 29-year-old cooed, her smile
golden, just before she pressed her mouth to mine for a
fervid, exploratory kiss.  My whole body tensed up and I
growled like a wild animal as Amy soon found my tongue with
her own, and erotically stabbed away at it.  I slipped my
arm around her lower back, and caressed her supple waist
with a hand.  All the while, Amy continued to frig and pump
my cock with her own hand.  I was about to explode...

   Amy was going through her own progression of moans and
sighs as she literally assaulted my mouth with her lips and
tongue.  The feel of her big, wondrous breasts upon me as
she pressed her chest hard into mine sent heated shockwaves
coursing throughout my entire body.  I was on cloud nine!

   "I hope I'm not being too forward with you," the charming
seductress offered, her voice tender, as she broke our kiss.
"I just needed to get fucked tonight and unfortunately, you
are the only man here.  I need a cock."

   "You can be as forward or aggressive with me as you like,"
I told her, my breathing tense and ragged.  Amy had a bright
smile upon her face, her pretty eyes flashing, as I gazed at
her.  I cupped her chin with both of my hands, then massaged
her lips with both thumbs before kissing her yet again.

   "Tell ME what you want, Jeremy," Amy said in a breathless
tone.  "Tell me what you want me to do.  I want to obey you."

   I held back a laugh and wryly countered, "Does this have
anything to do with the money you were asking about earlier?"

   "It has NOTHING to do with it," Amy responded, her tone
and expression honest.  "I just want to get fucked.  These
beautiful girls all around me, anticipating what the summer
has in store.  Plain and simple, I want to get fucked."  Amy
offered another beguiling smile as she leaned forward, her
eyes never leaving mine.  "I am here solely for your pleasure
tonight, Jeremy.  I want to make you happy."

   "How about this, dear?" I countered.  "I want to make you
happy.  Why don't you use me for your pleasure tonight?"  It
probably was not all that often when someone actually refused
a personal offer from Amy to use her as his or her plaything.

   Amy looked surprised at the rejection, but stepped forward
and attached her lips to mine for yet another heated kiss.  I
responded immediately by wrapping both arms around her hot,
curvaceous body, pulling her closer and luxuriating in the
feel of her firm, large breasts upon my chest.

   I showed absolutely no resistance as Amy guided me over
to the big, comfortable bed.  Our mouths still entwined as
one - with our tongues dancing - Amy took me down to the bed
and straddled my body with her own.  The mutual kiss between
us as she leaned over only intensified once Amy placed both
arms around my shoulders and clutched them tightly.

   I moved my hands to both of Amy's breasts and began to
eagerly maul them through her sheer nightie, groping and
squeezing the big globes thoroughly.  Amy tilted her head to
the side above me, her tongue running roughshod within my
mouth.  My only response for that was to literally jam my
own tongue down her throat, wanting to lose myself there.

   "I enjoy a good, hard fuck," Amy purred, as I then moved
my lips to her breasts and kissed them through her chemise.
Of course, her words had an immediate impact on me.  I felt
my cock getting even more erect.  "Fuck me hard, Jeremy,"
she added, while slipping the nightie up, and over her head.

   I gulped my throat at those words before asking, "But you
do enjoy a bit of foreplay before that too, right?"

   "Oh yeah," she cooed, my tongue now flicking itself over
and across her hardened nipple.  "I like it a lot.  I'm just
not all that used to it... you know.  I prefer my sex HARD."

   Burying my face in the lush, deepened valley between her
breasts, I moaned out loud while trailing my tongue over and
through Amy's scrumptious cleavage.  "I like it hard, too,
dear.  Don't worry... I'll take good care of you tonight."

   Amy's body trembled with desire as I kissed my way from
her cleavage to her midriff, and then her abdomen.  I paused
for a quick moment, tracing the tip of my tongue in circles
around her navel before dabbing it inside.

   "I like that..." she squealed, arching both her back and
neck in response to my forward actions.  I twirled her body
around and then pinned her beneath me upon the mattress.

   I glided even lower, only coming to a stop at the silken
joining of her thighs.  Amy's entire body tensed as I gently
extended my tongue and swiped away at her swollen clitoris.
I brushed the little nub with my tongue several times before
asking in a gentle tone, "How many men and women have been
this close to your pussy, dear?  Tell me."

   "Oh God..." the red-head answered, lost in thought for a
couple of seconds.  "I think... 37 men, and 11 women.  Yes."

   I smiled, thinking to myself that Amy was definitely not
a virgin.  The bloom went off this rose long ago, but that
was perfectly fine to me.  "That's an awful lot of partners.
You're only a few months younger than me."

   This may came as a surprise to some, but Amy was only the
second person I had ever been with in a sexual sense.  I did
not tell her that, however.  It was another one of my (many)
so-called _secrets_.  Perhaps in due time...

   "What can I say?" Amy countered.  "I'm a slut.  I once was
gang-banged by 20 men... all at the same time.  I'm a slut!"

   I moaned wildly at those words while nuzzling her clitoris
with my lips and tugging it very gently before countering, "A
slut, huh?  I have a definite weak spot for sluts."  I paused
and added, "You have a beautiful pussy, dear."  I swiped away
at the exposed area once again.  "Enjoy your sex hard, huh?"

   "I certainly do," she grinned, nodding her head.

   "Let's make you happy, then."

   Amy grunted with obvious anticipation as I forcefully
mounted her in the missionary position.  My cock fully hard
and erect, I fisted it and prepared for entrance.  I used my
opposite arm to securely hook Amy's beautiful legs over my
shoulders.  Then, it was finally time to sink my throbbing
shaft into the tight confines of the vixen's little pussy.

   I did just so, burying the entire length of my cock into
her.  And wow... did she feel wonderful!  It felt as if I
had stuck my full erection into a slippery vise, which was
trying to squeeze the absolute life out of it.

   "Oooooh yeah," Amy grunted, already starting to display
some heated emotion.  "That feels GOOD..."

   Her words and noises of loud passion only intensified
once I started to thrust myself in-and-out of her.  Wasting
no time whatsoever, I was hammering away at her voluptuous
body as hard as I possibly could from the very outset.  This
was, needless to say, what Amy wanted me to do.

   Amy continued to scream and wail out in approval as she
then wrapped both arms around my shoulders.  The red-head
held on tightly as her enchanting face began to rock from
side-to-side in a constant, repeated motion.  It was very
obvious that she enjoyed rough, physical sex like this.

   I was grunting and growling like a wild animal, focusing
all of my attention upon Amy and my ability to blast her
pussy as hard as humanly possible.  I think I was very
successful in doing so, too.  I knew my hips could not move
any faster.  Plus, watching the priceless expression upon
Amy's face as I drilled her pussy was something else.

   The nymphomaniac's pussy felt so incredibly tight and
luscious upon my cock that I really never wanted to pull
myself out of it.  Would there be a way for me to dive right
in there, and never come out?  That was my only thought at
this exact moment in time.  Talk about a slice of Heaven...

   Amy's slender neck and back were now arched as she
continued to cry out in her own desire and passion.  The
squealy, high-pitched sounds she made, combined with the
incredible amount of sexual heat and friction upon my cock,
was enough to finally push me over the edge of release.

   I blasted my way into her incredible pussy one final time
before letting out a long-winded growl of ultimate desire.
I could feel the thick sperm just pulsing outward from my
cock, filling and flooding Amy's hot, thirsty pussy.  The
29-year-old squirmed and writhed about beneath me, while
continuing to voice and moan out her own total arousal.

   Just when my orgasm had reached its apex and began to
simmer down, Amy experienced one of her own.  She screamed
and embraced me even tighter than before, and then her
beautiful body shook and rumbled about in joyous release.

   "OH GOD!" Amy exclaimed, clutching me tightly.

   When it was over, my cock was still embedded within the
seductress' pussy as I settled down on top of her.  I took
a deep breath and offered Amy an appreciative kiss, before
flashing her a smile.  "You were marvelous, dear."

   "Oh yes..." she sighed, obviously still caught up in the
sweet aftermath of orgasm.  "I loved it, Jeremy..."  Amy
slithered out from underneath me, however, and pushed me
onto my side.  She reached for my (now) semi-hard cock with
her right hand and began to frig it gently.

   Next, the wicked vixen moved her head to my cock and
swiped its tip with her tongue.  A soft, gentle licking soon
changed into a hard sucking.  I could feel the head of my
shaft deep within her throat as she swallowed it whole.

   Amy then started a slow bobbing motion with her head,
sliding her velvety lips up-and-down my cock.  With every
downward movement, she sucked it into her mouth with her
tongue sliding along its base, lapping its thick underside.

   Amy then reached between my legs and slid her fingers
over and across my testicles.  My shaft was at full strength
yet again, and was aching for release.  She played with my
testicles for a little while longer, her mouth working pure
magic upon my cock, until I simply could not take any more.

   A fire shot from deep within me and went straight for my
erection, which exploded within the confines of Amy's hot
mouth.  Amy pumped and sucked it until she had taken nearly
every last ounce of sperm down her greedy, little throat.
It was very obvious that she thrived on the taste of semen.

   When Amy finally let my cock go and looked up at me, she
had a far-away look in her eyes, with a drop of sperm running
out of the corner of her mouth.  I reached out and wiped the
drop away, then she immediately licked the finger dry I had
used to do so.  Amy had made me feel so good that my body
actually ached.  Personally, I love sex like this.

   "Are you more comfortable now?" was her teasing question.

   "Oh yes, much more comfortable," I responded.  "How about
you, Miss Amy, dear?"

   "Just fine..." she winked, before getting up and reaching
for her nightie.  She slipped it over her body, covering her
luscious, heaving breasts.  (NO!)  Next, Amy leaned down to
me and planted a warm, inviting kiss upon my lips.

   "Are you going to leave me?" I asked, somewhat depressed.
However, it was probably for the better.  I really needed to
get to sleep.  This woman had totally worn me out.

   "I'd love to stay and fuck the night away," Amy swooned.
"But I told Pamela that we could stay up tonight, and talk.
Pamela logged a good eight hours in the air today just like
I did.  I want to catch her before she falls asleep."

   "Understood," I said, nodding my head.  "Remember, though,
there is a meeting tomorrow morning at ten o'clock.  It is
mandatory, so don't stay up too late."

   Amy giggled and nodded her head, then blew me a kiss
before opening the door and exiting my private suite.  Wow,
I said to myself.  What a luscious ass...

                           * * *

   I closed and locked the door behind her, then headed for
the voyeur room.  There, I turned on the monitor for the
camera in my personal suite.  I loaded up footage from just
moments ago and smiled at what I saw.

   There I was with Amy - on the television monitor - as I
blasted her in the missionary position.  My hips were a blur
as I forged my way in-and-out of her in a repeated fashion.
I fast-forwarded and then watched as she bobbed her head over
my cock, seconds before I filled her mouth with my sperm.

   Although all of the erotic footage was archived on my
computer system, I burned a DVD copy of the whole encounter
anyway.  This way, I could watch it someplace other than the
voyeur room.  It sure would be something to be able to watch
Amy's seduction of me upon the theater screen in my suite...

   This was just the ladies' first night on the island.  I
had ten whole weeks to look forward to!  Six beautiful
women, all of whom were bi-sexual (or at least had the
interest), and me.  How long would it be before Stephanie
convinced Devon to fulfill another fantasy by inviting me
into a three-some with them?  Just the simple thought of
submerging myself between two ladies with the looks and
class of Devon and Stephanie sent my mind racing with lust.

   Pamela was the very buxom and enchanting stripper from
Maryland.  Would I one day get lucky, and be the recipient
of a lap dance from her?  When would Trish make her first
move on me?  Would Amy blab and tell everyone about the
passionate encounter we just had?

   And, of course, I could never forget sweet, innocent
Lindsay.  She came to the island as a virgin but that, of
course, was probably about to change.  Who would get the
honor of popping Lindsay's virginal cherry?  Trish seemed
to have the inside track since they were room-mates, but I
wanted to throw my hat into the mix, too.  I would treat
the little angel like a true princess if she were to afford
me the opportunity to be the person who took her virginity.
I would consider that to be the ultimate honor.

   All of these questions - and many more like them - would
be answered in the coming days and weeks.  More than anything
else, however, I had to remind myself of why I had brought
all of these enchanting women here in the first place.

   "To hopefully find the girl of my dreams, and then marry
her," I said out loud, glancing at the monitor for Devon and
Stephanie's guest suite.  Both ladies, apparently having went
through another round of heated sex with each other, were now
cuddling and kissing as if this was their wedding night.  Amy
was having a discussion with Pamela in their suite, while in
room three, Lindsay was already fast asleep as Trish lounged
in bed and read a magazine about physical fitness.

   Deciding that it was time to finally catch some sleep of
my own, I shook my head and smiled at all of the images
before me.  "These ten weeks are going to be really fun."

   Oh... and did I mention that Amy was my new favorite?


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