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"Island Fever" - Chapter 1 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2005
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-*- Monday, June 7, 2004 -*-
Finally, the time was at hand - the girls were arriving
today! This past week was devoted to 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 massive 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. At the
same time, though, my goal was for the girls to be compatible
with not only me, but each other as well. Their individual
profiles were a definite sight to behold on the 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 all 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 these six women would receive
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. From
those 15 finalists, the super six were eventually chosen.
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...
A glorious, sexy melange of Spanish and Asian heritage,
Camille was a buxom and charming 26-year-old who worked as
a title processor for a real estate agency in the San Diego
area. Camille had an incredible body, no doubt, but also
the outgoing nature and friendly demeanor to match. Long,
coal-black hair and dark, piercing eyes only added to her
sensuous appeal. The luscious Latina still lived at home
with her parents, but looked at these upcoming ten weeks on
the island as a way to really branch out in life and explore
new possibilities. I was happy to afford her the chance.
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.
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 that 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.
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.
Could that right man ultimately turn out to be me?
Trish was a marvelous, captivating 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?
That being, of course, the aspiration of one day finding a
husband and having children with him. Could that man be me?
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 that 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 the 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 who got the big payout 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. A few moments later, the plane rolled 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 of 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?"
"How about we stop and get something to eat, eh? I do
not know about everyone else, but I'm absolutely STARVING!"
My mind flashed through the several photographs/profiles
and tried to put a name with the face. "Sure... Trish,
isn't it?" Yes, Trish... I said to myself. I actually came
to that conclusion not because I had placed her name with
any of her photographs, but because of the Canadian flavor
in Trish's voice (the _eh_ gave it away). "There is plenty
of food and refreshments on the big boat," I added, my focus
locked upon the beautiful, breathtaking blonde from Toronto.
"You'll have all you can eat there."
Several of the girls laughed as Trish rubbed her flat,
toned stomach with a hopeful expression upon her enchanting
face. She must have really been hungry, I told myself.
Wanting to soothe those pains, I quickly headed for the
door to the terminal building and the group followed in tow.
I could tell that the ladies had already developed some
friendships as they got to know one another on the _long_
airline flight here from Miami, Florida. They were bound
to find each other - since all of them were instructed to
wear black wristbands around their right elbow. Not only
that, but their seats were all grouped together on the
airline as well. It had been my plan for them to develop
friendships on the flight. Now, I realized that it worked.
I could not be more happier because of this, too...
All of the ladies and yours truly hopped into the private
bus that I had previously arranged for, and we were promptly
whisked across town to the marina. Once their luggage was
stowed away, the group boarded the big boat with me - a 72
foot, high-speed _Teknicraft Catamaran Excursion Cruiser_ -
and we immediately set sail for our destination. Since the
capacity for this vessel - aptly dubbed by myself as the
_Pussywillow Express_ (for obvious, clear-cut reasons!) -
was 172 passengers, there was an ample amount of room for
everyone to kick back, relax and feel comfortable.
During the cruise, a couple of the ladies had gathered in
the lower cabin, where they relaxed while lightly snacking
and sipping some refreshments (the hungry Trish included, of
course). The remaining ladies were all assembled on the top
deck of the boat, getting an early start with their suntans.
The respective conversations between both groups had become
quite friendly and animated; everyone was having a wonderful
time. That made me feel even better. Needless to say, I was
aiming for a very peaceful co-existance between myself and
everyone else during the course of the next ten weeks.
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.
Lindsay, the 18-year-old from Ohio, seemed to be having the
most difficulty during the choppy water phase of our voyage.
But a big bowl of vanilla ice cream, as well as words of
support from Devon and Trish, seemed to help settle and
soothe Lindsay's jaggled nerves. Still, the girl was having
problems and would probably be happier than anyone else once
we finally reached landfall. Clearly, Lindsay had never been
on a long ocean cruise - four hours - like this before.
Add all those thousands of miles Lindsay spent flying in
the air earlier today to the bumpy boat ride, and I believe
that it would be safe to assume that she was likely feeling
a bit nauseated right now. I promised Lindsay that we would
reach our island destination soon enough, though.
And sure enough, we did.
* * *
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 130 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 promptly 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 nothing like the Ohio
residence 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, Eduardo, keeps his house around 60 degrees in
the summer," Camille 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.
Camille followed her. Swish swish, wiggle wiggle... it
sure was a sight to admire the lush, rounded backsides of
Amy and Camille 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.
Oh dear Lord, I said to myself, Lindsay was a complete and
total doll. She looked incredibly sexy with that tiny pout
upon her beautiful, unblemished face, as well. Lindsay was
too young to drink? Oh... poor baby. I felt like wrapping
my arms around that hot, little body of hers and telling her
that everything would be alright. What a sweetheart!...
"It's okay," Trish said, slipping 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 wrapped 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 be to get Lindsay to open
up to us over the coming days and weeks. Being a sheltered
girl from Ohio, with devout religious beliefs, who just
graduated from high school three days ago, everything here
may have been too much for Lindsay to digest all at once.
Perhaps 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. Over time, I hoped to
help bring Lindsay out of that apparent life-long shell.
The others would have to play an important role in that, too.
"Alcohol is bad for you," Trish added, slowly guiding
Lindsay away. "Trust me, sweetheart. You don't ever need
to get started on alcohol. All it does is lead to bad
things down the road." Lindsay nodded her head as Trish
chirped, "Let's go into the kitchen and see if we can find
something decent for you to drink, like some orange juice."
"There is nothing wrong with getting started on alcohol,"
Amy commented, taking a heavy shot of gin. With Trish and
Lindsay now out of earshot, Camille nodded her head in total
agreement as Amy continued, "It does not lead to bad things
down the road, either. That only happens when the alcohol
becomes an addiction that spirals out of control. Don't let
that happen to you, though, and there will be no problems."
Amy grinned and added in a most devious tone, "I would LOVE
to get Lindsay totally drunk some night soon!"
Although I could not tell if Amy was serious with what she
had just said or was merely joking around, I narrowed my eyes
in displeasure at her regardless. Needless to say, I did not
like or approve of that particular comment.
"Lindsay is too young and impressionable to be forced or
coerced into anything," Pamela surmised, looking at Amy with
a disapproving glare. "I hope you were kidding with what you
just said, Amy. If Lindsay wants to try alcohol, let her do
it on her own terms. She does not need someone to get her
drunk, no matter if it would be a thrill to you or not."
"Lindsay is a baby compared to the rest of us," Devon
chimed in. "We are all ages 27 to 29. She is 18. Not only
that, but the girl seems so incredibly shy and apprehensive
about everything here. I just think that it is plain wrong
to talk about her that way, Amy. Just plain wrong..."
"If I got Lindsay drunk, it would help loosen her up."
Pamela tilted her head and shot Amy quite the evil eye.
"Stop it! It is wrong to even think something like that."
Devon frowned and shook her head at Amy. "You better be
glad that Trish is in the kitchen right now with Lindsay.
If Trish heard you say these things, Amy, she would be most
unhappy. Trish really likes Lindsay, you know."
"And has nothing but Lindsay's best interests in mind,"
Pamela nodded, her arms folded across her front. "I can
guarantee you that Trish does not have a selfish thought at
all when it comes to Lindsay. Not one selfish thought."
"Oh... settle down!" Amy squealed, flicking her wrist
toward Devon and Pamela. "I was only kidding..."
"Really?" Devon asked, obviously skeptical.
Since it seemed as if this discussion had the potential
to turn into a heated argument, I decided to put an end to
it before things got that far. "Settle down, ladies. I am
sure that all of you are a bit irritable and cranky after
all those airline miles today, but there is absolutely no
need for raising your voice. Take a step back and relax.
There are plenty of drinks behind the counter where Amy and
Camille are. In the walk-in cooler, in the kitchen, you
will find a wide variety of orange juice, soda products,
milk and punch. Everything here is for all of you to enjoy.
Why not get something to drink and settle down... relax?"
"Alcohol and I simply do not mix anymore," Devon told us.
"I could go for a tall glass of orange juice, though." With
that, Devon turned and then made her way into the kitchen.
"I could go for a tall glass of Lindsay," Amy mumbled,
although I could make out what she said. "Or just a shot..."
"You better stop talking like that," Pamela warned Amy,
obviously having heard and understood her words as well. I
simply looked at Amy and shook my head. She was clearly a
very out-spoken and blunt - almost gruff - type of person.
Amy needed to use a lot more tact when choosing her words.
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 Camille 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, Camille 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. Once doing so, the computer asked
for voice verification. Then, 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 _Hewlett Packard AlphaServer GS1280_ computer
system (you do not want to know how much it costs - trust me
on that!) and a large satellite dish next to the garden on
the roof, I could see any part of the island - at any time.
Over the next ten weeks, this voyeur room would definitely
be a favorite spot of mine - for many, various reasons.
For now, I decided to focus all of my attention upon the
second guest suite - which Pamela and Amy were occupying.
Amy was busy chatting up a storm, but Pamela was seated at
the table, reading a magazine. I decided to turn the hidden
microphone on for that room, and do a little eavesdropping.
Hopefully, their debate about Lindsay and alcohol was over...
"This island is so beautiful!" Amy gushed. "I cannot 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
ridiculously 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 of 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!"
I should point out that this particular side of Amy was
quite appealing to me. Unlike earlier, when she made the
comment about wanting to get Lindsay drunk, Amy did not seem
cold and abrasive at all. In fact, she seemed very likable.
Then again, I said to myself, the personality profiler on
my computer predicted that Amy would be prone to extreme mood
changes. Those mood changes, the program surmised, would not
necessarily have to be triggered by a certain event, either.
But most troubling of all, the software suggested - judging
by her responses on the long questionnaire - Amy may very
well suffer from _Cyclothymic Personality Disorder_. That, I
am afraid, will be touched upon later in the story.
"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 Pamela 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." I frowned at those words as Amy kept talking,
"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 suggested. "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 could be wrong, but I do not think so."
"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."
Amy waited to see if Pamela would have any type of reaction
to that little tidbit of information - positive, negative or
neutral. What she 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 cannot 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. I... I...
none of that should have ever happened."
"You regret the way things turned out, huh?"
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.
"Thank you," Pamela smiled in response.
"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. "Would 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 complained, "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 Camille were
having similar ideas. It looked as if Devon was preparing
to get ready for a shower, while Camille 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 with 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. Despite the fact that she was an exotic
dancer, which, of course, brought a horrible stereotype with
it, Pamela seemed to be the type of woman that I should get
to know on a much deeper and more personal level.
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 away.
"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.
"You may ask me anything you want," I answered.
"I bet there are lots of rules, aren't there?"
I nodded my head. "A few rules, actually. We will go
over everything in the morning before breakfast. Right now,
I think it is best that all of us simply enjoy the evening.
All of you certainly did have a long trip to get here today."
"You can say that again!" Amy huffed in an exaggerated
fashion. "During the last few hours of the flight from Miami
to Peru, I felt as if my ears were going to pop! Add in the
flight from Cincinnati... 3,700 miles! I had never been in
an airplane for so long before."
"You don't have to worry about getting back on a plane for
ten whole weeks," I advised her, smiling leisurely. "By that
time, you will be a lot richer than you are now. You know...
either $100,000... or $500,000. We shall see."
"How will you determine who gets the big money?"
"That, my dear Amy, I cannot answer."
"I knew it!" Amy huffed, even stomping her foot. She was
obviously an expert at seduction and manipulation. "But I
wish I knew what the guidelines for getting it were. I mean,
a girl does have certain needs, but I would not want to break
any of your rules and ruin my chances."
"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 Camille 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 sound 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," Camille 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."
Camille took a sip of her hot, steaming coffee, then
flashed me a winning smile. This mocha-skinned beauty of
Spanish and Asian descent was the type of woman who had
been inhabiting my dreams and fantasies for as long as I
could remember. "Everyone seems to be complaining about
what a long airline flight it was from the states," she
commented. "But I had the longest flight of all - from
San Diego to Los Angeles, all the way over to Miami, and
then back in the same general direction to Peru. I wound
up flying 12 hours when it could have just been six! It'd
been so much easier to just go from San Diego to Peru."
I nodded at her. "I understand that, Camille. But I
wanted you to be on the flight from Miami to Lima with all
of the other girls so you could talk and develop friendships
before even stepping foot on the island. You are the only
girl who came from the west. The others all reside in the
east - Devon lives in Pennsylvania, Pamela in Maryland, Trish
in Ontario, and Lindsay and Amy are both from Cincinnati." I
paused for a brief moment before continuing, "I did make it
worth your while, though, Camille. I paid for you to have a
three day vacation in Miami inbetween flights, with a quick
trip to the Florida Keys. You said you have family there."
"Oh... I'm not complaining or griping about it," the
26-year-old assured me. "I had a good time in Miami. And
I definitely thank you for paying all of my expenses. It is
just that mostly everyone is complaining about the long
airline flights they had. Mine was twice as long as theirs!
But you did make the strange journey worth my while. I got
to visit my cousin Maria for the first time in 15 years. I
used to visit her all of the time when she lived in La Joya."
"So everything worked out well," I nodded.
"Yes, it did," she agreed.
"Where is La Joya?" Devon asked Camille, curious.
"Across the border from San Diego, in Mexico," she said.
"Cousin Maria lived there until her family upped and moved
away to the Florida Keys. That was 15 years ago."
"It must have been something to see her again," Devon
remarked. "Is she the same age as you?"
"Two years younger. I'm 26. Maria is 24."
"Most of my inner and outer family is in Pennsylvania,"
Devon offered. "I never have to travel far to see them.
Problem is, I'm not particularly close with any of them.
Well, except my sister and my grandparents. I am close with
them. My sister, Denise... she is happily married, and has
the two most adorable children. I am always willing to
baby-sit for them whenever the need arises! Hey... how do
you like it in California? I've never been there."
"Where I live - San Diego - it is beautiful," Camille
answered. "Actually, I live in Chula Vista. It is a suburb
of San Diego. I was born in Mexico, but my family came to
the United States when I was three years old."
"I spent four years in and around the Los Angeles area,"
I said, tossing my two cents into the conversation. "Others
say differently, but I never really liked it there. I lived
in Los Angeles from the ages of 18 to 22. I go back there
on occasion to visit my father."
"How old are you now?" Camille inquired.
"30."
"There is a running feud between people from San Diego and
Los Angeles," Camille smirked. "I cannot say anything good
about Los Angeles. I don't like it there much myself."
"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.
The only chance I have of that happening is if you and all
of your fellow ladies are 100 percent comfortable here."
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." Camille 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 Camille, "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 (but not to the point of
being potentially hurtful, as Amy was earlier when discussing
the possibility of getting Lindsay drunk). In fact, I do not
think there are enough honest people 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 (presumably) 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
of anyone 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. You
never have to worry about me exposing a secret."
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.
Certainly, I was not complaining about her presence at all.
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 spread her wings, so to
speak, and explore new avenues in her life. Discounting the
$100,000 in guaranteed earnings, it was her primary reason
for coming to the island. No one could blame her for that.
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 do
do not 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, eh?" 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, concerns,
suggestions, whatever... feel free to knock at any time. I
will do whatever I can to adhere to your requests and wishes.
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 Camille.
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 man alive who could
resist a woman as sultry and as beautiful as Devon? What
normal 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, radiant 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 Camille sorted through her suitcases just a few feet
away. Curious, I flipped the microphone for their room on.
"What's it like in Pennsylvania?" Camille asked.
Devon, brushing her long-flowing blonde hair, offered a
smile and replied, "A WHOLE lot different than what you are
used to in San Diego, I'd say. 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?" Camille countered, giggling. "I'm going to
miss my family while we're here. My mom and dad, and my two
brothers. 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," Camille 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,
Camille 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 Camille 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 lusty Latina 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," Camille 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, Camille. 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?" Camille inquired.
"I mean, you just met him a couple of hours ago..."
"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?" Camille 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. Nevertheless, I believe this
is going to be the absolute best time of all our lives. I
think you have nothing to be worried about, Camille. 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?" Camille 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, Camille. 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," Camille 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. I
was under the impression that she and all of the other ladies
had taken an excused leave of absence from their jobs.
"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."
Camille'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
Camille and her experiences, obviously, but did not want to
come across as being too intrusive or nosey.
"Sometimes I like being with guys," Camille 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," Camille 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.
Like I have let so many opportunities pass me by in life in
terms of relationships, and I don't have all that many left."
"You are 27, Devon," Camille reminded her. "Not 77. Not
too many chances left for a relationship? That is crazy!
You have all sorts of time. What about Jeremy?"
Devon smiled. "Hmmmmm... Jeremy. I really like him. I
want to get to know him better. I felt a certain spark the
first time I looked at him earlier. You know what I mean?"
Camille tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at Devon.
"The type of spark where you feel as if, quite possibly, you
have finally found what it is that you have been searching
all 27 years of your life for? Perhaps... the perfect man?"
Devon offered a sheepish grin. "Exactly."
Inside the voyeur room, I gulped my throat and felt a
sharp tingling sensation shoot right down my spine. Devon
viewed me as _the perfect man_? _ME_? The idea was quite
flattering, indeed, but I simply could not accept it. I was
not perfect. I had way too many flaws as a person to be
considered anything more than average, or even below average.
"You are beautiful," Camille 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. Camille 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, Camille. I really do. Just
from these few minutes here, and the reception party."
"You can," the Mexican 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 SO MUCH."
"I like you too, dear," I commented, watching the monitor.
"I feel as if I'm back in high school!" Devon giggled,
tilting her head from side-to-side in a repeated motion.
"Like I am vying for the attention of the hottest guy in
class! I certainly haven't felt this way since then."
"The hottest guy in class?" I chuckled, not believing my
ears. Was Devon actually making a reference to me?
Camille laughed as well. "I was always vying for the
hottest girl in class when I was in high school. Everyone
knew that I was bi-sexual, and that I adored other girls."
"Wasn't it embarrassing?"
"What?"
"Everyone knowing that you were bi-sexual?"
Camille shook her head. "Not at all. I never really
cared what others thought about me. I had four different
girlfriends when I was a senior in high school, and many
more in the years following that. If I kept the fact that
I am bi-sexual to myself and never let anyone know about
it, I would be in the same predicament that you are now."
"What do you mean?" Devon wondered, curious.
"Age 27 and a virgin in terms of being with other women,"
Camille replied. "Instead, because I was not afraid to let
others know of my sexuality, my first time with another
woman happened ten years ago - in 1994. A girl, actually.
An Asian girl named Gail." Camille closed her eyes for a
moment and sighed at the memories. "Hmmmmm... Gail had a
tongue and know how to use it..."
"Really?" Devon fidgeted, but also seeming very intrigued.
"How you could have survived this long with just two men
in your life - and no women - is beyond me," Camille told
her. "I would go insane without the taste of pussy."
* * *
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,
honey, knowing what this place would be like?"
"For the money," Lindsay admitted. "For the money. I...
I know it will happen here. I know that I will lose my
virginity here. I just want to feel comfortable and secure
with whomever it happens to be with. 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 all just met today."
"I'm your friend," Trish cooed.
Lindsay seemed to squirm 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.
Even as early as age 12, I was attracted to other girls..."
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 quite so far 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, eh?"
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, eh?"
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 over nine years. My
mother 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 Camille 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.
I... I feel so out-of-place. I feel so different!"
"There is no reason for you to feel out-of-place, honey,"
Trish countered. "Everyone has to start somewhere. And I
love the fact that you are still a teen-ager. I may be ten
years older than you - 28 - but I never want you to feel
out-of-place when you're with me. What I want is for you to
feel comfortable and at ease. I want to be your friend. I
want you to feel as if you could trust me with anything."
Lindsay swallowed hard. "Like my virginity?"
Trish nodded her head. "If your virginity is something
that you would be willing to give to me, Lindsay, I cannot
tell you how much of an honor and a privilege it would be
for me." Lindsay lowered her head and blushed a crimson red
yet again as Trish added, "I would treat it as such, too. I
would make you feel so incredibly special, so wonderful..."
Lindsay was so disoriented now that it seemed as if she
could not offer a single word in response.
"But I am not going to coerce or try to talk you into
anything," Trish quickly told her. "Whomever you decide to
have your first time with, sweetheart, the choice will be up
to you. I want what you want. As long as you are happy,
Lindsay, _I_ will be happy. Please remember that."
Still embarrassed and flustered, Lindsay glanced upward
and made momentary eye contact with Trish. "I will."
"Can I ask you something, eh?"
"Sure," Lindsay replied, her eyes cast downward again.
"You mentioned the fact that Pamela is a stripper, and
your mom would not like the fact that you were hanging
around with one," Trish began. "You are very religious.
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.
She was so nice to me on the boat ride from Lima to here.
You were nice too, Trish. I... I really appreciate that."
"I happen to think that Pamela is a sweet girl," 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 blessed with the sight of her nude body
before. But the moment was here. I had a one-in-a-billion
chance of eavesdropping on an untouched virgin as she took a
private bath. All I had to do was sit back, and watch...
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 on her
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 surveillance 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?
Or, perhaps more likely - Trish was contemplating how that
little, virgin pussy would taste on her lips and tongue...
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.
A whole lot of other things were on her mind, too.
"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, eh?"
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. Much like Trish,
I was not going to try and 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 surveillance 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," Camille purred, as I went back to the
audio for the guest room that she and Devon shared together.
Now seated upon the bed, Camille 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," Camille 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. Camille 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?" Camille 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?"
"Camille!..." 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 Camille just eluded to.
"I know your type."
"My type?" Devon screeched. "WHAT are you talking about?"
Camille 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 Camille'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."
Camille 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? 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."
Camille smirked and nodded her head. "Thought so. I
bet you would have made a fine _sucretary_."
"Sucretary?" Devon asked, confused.
"A sucretary," Camille repeated. "Your job each day
would be to wait on your knees underneath your boss' desk.
When he comes into the office and sits down at his desk, you
would be required to start sucking his cock immediately."
Camille nodded her head for emphasis and purred, "Oh yes...
you would be REALLY good at that. Or maybe your boss could
be a woman? Me... perhaps? _I_ would have you lick my pussy
all day, Devon. I would also have you fuck my clients and
all of your co-employees on demand. Oh yes... I would!"
"Oh God..." Devon sighed, those words and the thoughts
they conjured up within her mind obviously turning her on.
"You would be really good at that," Camille surmised, a
wicked grin upon her face. "You and your hot, little body.
If I were your boss, Devon, your only job would be to fuck
and please others. Most importantly, though... me."
"Camille!..." Devon gasped, even more flustered.
"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."
Camille 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 Camille upon the bed. Taking the seduction one
step further, Camille smiled and gently caressed Devon's
left kneecap with her right hand. Devon looked at that hand
and sighed, then focused her gaze upon Camille'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, Camille 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
Camille's hot tongue sneaked into her mouth. Devon's body
sagged in arousal for a short moment, then she regained her
composure and met Camille'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..." Camille 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," Camille 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
Camille 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," Camille cooed, an
instant before glancing downward and realizing that Devon's
hands were busy squeezing and massaging her massive breasts.
Camille, 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, Camille. I mean that."
"No woman alive is sexier than you," Camille cooed.
I eyed the screen intently as Camille 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 Camille's exquisite
pair of breasts. She was cupping and squeezing both of them
with wild, reckless abandon, her tongue swirling like crazy
upon Camille's through their maddening, frenetic kiss.
"You want to take my tank-top off?" the 26-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..."
Camille 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 Camille. Very slowly, she gathered the
shoulder straps of Camille's white tank-top and lifted the
garment from her body. Devon's eyes were suddenly locked
upon the sight of Camille'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," Camille instructed her, giggling.
Devon let loose with a long, drawn-out moan, then reached
around Camille's body and undid her bra in back. Suddenly,
her bare breasts spilled out into view. They were a proud
36d, without a single trace of sag anywhere to be found. Her
dark, lush nipples looked most inviting...
Devon seemed frozen in time for a moment, so Camille
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 Camille'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!"
Camille giggled once more as Devon really started to
work her cleavage over with her lips and tongue. Cradling
her head with her hands, Camille 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, Camille 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
Camille was trying to decide whether or not she should
touch Devon there. Go for it, I said inwardly.
Feeling confident, Camille 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 - Camille smiled and firmly squeezed the vixen's ass.
In response, Devon groaned and rolled her head.
"Do you like that?" Camille 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 Camille's plump nipples and sucking on it.
"Oh yeah..." the Latina 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 Camille'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 Camille slipped her orange
halter-top up, and over her head. An instant later, she sat
idly by as Camille 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 Camille 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, Camille licked her lips at the sight.
"Never in my life have I seen a woman more beautiful than
you," Camille said, re-emphasizing an earlier point. "Not
even in my fantasies. You are a goddess, Devon."
Camille 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 Camille's breasts with
both hands again. She seemed fascinated with them...
A moment later, Devon's entire body was shuddering with
pure arousal as Camille splayed tender kisses all across
her breasts, as well as her nipples. Being overly loving
and compassionate, Camille 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..." Camille 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," Camille
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, Camille," 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,
Camille 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. Camille 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, Camille 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," Camille
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 Camille.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. So pretty..."
All Devon could do was offer a shy, red-faced smile.
"Relax, baby," Camille 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 Gail made it all better."
"The girl from high school? What did she do?"
Camille grinned and replied, "Gail 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 Camille added, "I'm going to do the same to you."
Devon squealed and moaned in response as Camille'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 Camille'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. Camille
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..." Camille 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, Camille... that feels so good!"
"Hmmmmm, you taste good!" Camille remarked, her soft
tongue now offering a series of full, loving swipes upon
Devon's folds. "You even smell good. You're so precious."
Camille may have taken the route of providing excessive
compliments, but Devon surely did not seem to mind. I think
it was good that Camille 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," Camille 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_." Camille 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 Camille 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 Camille. Hmmmmm...
Devon's body was thrashing about so wildly upon the bed
that Camille 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 Camille
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 Camille 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 Camille to guide her along to the point
of release. Camille withdrew her tongue from the silken
depths of Devon's pussy, then concentrated on her clitoris
once again. Camille swirled her tongue in heated circles
around it, wanting her girlfriend to explode.
"OH MY _GODDDDD_!" Devon suddenly screamed, her thighs
clenched tightly upon Camille'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. Camille'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, Camille
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 Camille 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!"
Camille smiled and gave Devon, whose body was glowing with
satisfaction, another kiss on the lips. "You were awesome,
honey." The young woman 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 Camille were no longer on my mind.
* * *
The surveillance monitor which displayed the long corridor
outside of 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.
But that time had definitely not come yet.
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. I
could not believe just how good she looked right now! And,
needless to say, my cock 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."
As the 29-year-old sashayed her way by me and into the
suite, I took a deep breath and eyed the wondrous beauty of
this amazing young woman. In terms of physical appearance,
I considered Amy to be an absolute work of art. Aside from
that impeccable face of hers, Amy had eyes which could truly
mesmerize, along with an amorous, captivating smile, and a
flawless complexion. The silkiest and smoothest red hair
cascaded across her slender, delicate neck in very stylish,
exotic waves, ending just below her shoulders.
Amy's breasts were so large and beautiful (a 36d cup),
yet at the same time, hers were amazingly firm and toned.
They looked most enticing, too, snugly nestled underneath
the lacey, see-through fabric of her little chemise.
As evidenced by her lean, perfectly-proportioned legs,
Amy must have enjoyed the outdoors because she sported a
rich, spectacular tan. The white nightie she wore was so
small that it (literally) did not even have a hemline. Thus,
I could tell that Amy was not wearing any panties underneath
it. The red, downy bush of curls at the joining of her
thighs was clearly visible underneath the thin fabric.
As this vixen stood before me now - looking as sinful and
as erotic as any woman could - I did my best to suppress the
immense feelings of lust and desire that were building up
within me. I wanted to pounce on Amy and rip her to shreds!
I had to control myself - at least for the time being.
"Can I get you a drink?" was my timid question, after a
few seconds of awkward silence. "Orange juice... perhaps?"
"Ahh, sure. That would be nice." Amy 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. My erection 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 truly scintillating!
Amy took a step or two forward, closing the short distance
between us. I could feel her warm breath as she momentarily
nuzzled her nose upon my neck. Amy gazed at me with a lusty,
come-hither expression, but then the moment became quite
blissful once she moved her lips upward and met mine for a
kiss. When Amy grasped my hand with her own and held it
tightly, an erotic tremble ran throughout my entire body.
Amy forged her tongue between our pressed lips and found
my own, causing my body to rumble and vibrate down to its
core. I met her tongue with my own like a sword swinging
into battle. Suddenly, what started out as a gentle and
loving kiss had quickly transformed into a very heated,
passionate exchange of lips and tongues. It seemed as if
this carnal woman wanted to totally devour me! _YES_!
Just as soon as our kiss started, though, it was over. I
was temporarily stunned as Amy broke our kiss off and pulled
back, a starry, wide-eyed expression upon her face. She took
a deep, labored breath and gazed at me for several seconds
once again. Finally, Amy spoke, "Whoa... that was nice."
"Very nice, indeed," I nodded, short of breath. My cock
was pulsing and bulging so much in my shorts that it ached.
"I hope I'm not being too forward with you," the charming
seductress offered, her voice tender, as grinned back at me.
"I really need to get fucked tonight and unfortunately, you
are the only man here. I need a cock." Amy sighed in a
leisurely manner and added, "What can I say? I am a slut."
"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.
In fact, this may have been the first time it had happened.
Whatever the case, Amy again tilted her head to the side
and looked at me with an inquisitive expression, but soon a
smile flashed across her lovely, elegant face. She pointed
toward the nearby computer chair and motioned for me to take
a seat there. I adhered to her silent request and then, Amy
made her boldest move yet by plopping herself down upon my
trusting lap. She curled her slender arms around my neck
and shoulders, then pressed her lips to mine.
Our kiss was soft and gentle for a short time, but that
soon changed as Amy reached for the bulge in my shorts and
groped it fiercely. I responded to her by increasing the
ferocity of the kiss, our tongues slipping and sliding
together as one. Amy's breathing was becoming ragged, and
labored - as was mine. I could not believe it.
I was quickly becoming overwhelmed by this woman. The
intoxicating smell of Amy, the taste of her luscious lips
and her small, delicate hand rubbing and squeezing the huge
bulge within my shorts was taking its toll on me. Not to
mention, of course, her angelic face and voluptuous body.
There was no question that I wanted this woman - right now.
I wanted her more than anything in the whole, wide world.
During our shared kiss, I managed to lift the only piece
of clothing that she had on - her silky white chemise - up,
and over, her head. I used this opportunity to squeeze and
knead her left breast and its cushiony, wondrous flesh.
Soon, Amy let out a squeal once I zeroed in on a nipple and
pinched it. All the while, she and I were still savoring
each others' mouths with our lips and tongues. Eventually,
however, Amy broke the kiss and looked into my brown eyes
with a dreamy, lust-ridden expression upon her face.
She slipped her hand inside of my shorts and gripped the
base of my erection, then smiled. "Are you feeling more
comfortable now, Jeremy?" Amy snickered at her own words
and glanced back at me with quite an expectant look.
"Much more comfortable, yes," I nodded, again short of
breath. "But there is still work to do, I think. We need
to keep going until I feel 100 percent comfortable..."
"I'm not leaving until you are satisfied, Jeremy," Amy
purred. "Nor, more importantly, until _I_ am satisfied..."
I moaned in pure delight as Amy closed her mouth over
mine yet again. This time, our kiss was much more intense
than before. We attacked each others' mouths, diving our
tongues far and deep. In the process, Amy managed to
yank my shorts down. Now, she was stroking my erection in
plain sight, as I massaged both of her breasts with my own
hands. It was a very intense moment - to say the least.
Amy broke the kiss, which disappointed me momentarily.
I was quickly overcome with lustful desire, however, as she
soon dropped to her knees and assumed the fellatio position.
Amy grasped my cock tightly and while looking up into my
eyes, slapped it against her chin three times, giggling.
"Let's see if this makes you feel more comfortable!"
Grinning, Amy's eyes never lost contact with mine as
the head of my cock then disappeared into her wondrous mouth.
I groaned in pure arousal, realizing that my shaft was
fully jammed against the back of her mouth, as she massaged
my aching testicles with both of her hands. Amy kept that
same position for several seconds, looking up into my eyes
while moaning and panting out with her own sheer desire.
I quickly got the sense that Amy was just as turned on
as I was - if that was possible. She was burning up!
All of a sudden, Amy changed her technique and began to
bob her head up-and-down over my erection as if her very
life depended on it. Her head was moving at an incredible
rate of speed. At the same time, she massaged and tweaked
my testicles with her fingertips. I could really do nothing
but toss my head back and moan in undeniable passion.
The fiery bombshell took my cock out of her mouth for a
spell and lapped at my testicles, getting them all nice and
moist. Amy then stuffed my erection back into her mouth,
this time jutting her shapely ass outward, and sucked away
with a ferocious nature that words could never describe.
Yet again, Amy took the full length of my cock into her
mouth. But this time, I felt the tip of my shaft slip and
slide down her throat. She was deep-throating me! I yelled
out in pure ecstasy while massaging her head, running my
fingers throughout her immaculate, silky red hair.
"You're beautiful, sweetheart," I moaned, looking down at
her. Amy's response was a cock-filled smile and giggle.
The wicked seductress withdrew my erection from her mouth,
lapped away at my testicles and then swallowed my length once
again. She repeated the same process, over and over again,
several times. Soon, her head plunges became quicker, which
caused me to moan and groan even louder than before. I was
becoming lost in a sea of wicked stimulation.
What an remarkable woman, to say the least. Is there a
better feeling in the world - at least for a man - than
having a beautiful lady perched on her knees in front of you,
orally servicing your cock? Some may disagree, but I really
cannot think of one. Nothing even compared to this for me.
What made this even better was that Amy was the total
embodiment of the ultimate fantasy girl. Sultry and overly
busty with a ferocious sexual appetite, women such as Amy
were only supposed to exist in centerfold magazines. But
she was here right now - with me - on my island. What good
had I done to deserve this? I was so incredibly fortunate!
I used both hands to grab the back of Amy's head before
letting out a thunderous, earth-shaking scream. I pulled
her head to me so that my erection was all the way embedded
within her mouth and throat, without a trace of it exposed.
Then, the eruption inside of my body took place.
I growled as my cock fired its first batch of sperm into
her mouth. Amy choked for a moment but then pulled back,
placing my burning shaft directly onto her soft tongue. The
second laser-shot of semen went straight into her mouth, with
big globs of it splattering across her teeth in the process.
I grasped my cock and stroked it fiercely, wanting to spray
even more of my seed into her hungry, awaiting mouth.
I was successful, at least partially, as half of my next
blast landed on Amy's pretty face and lovely hair. I watched
her as she sucked and swallowed down what sperm went into her
mouth, as more of it was jettisoned from my shaft. Soon,
there were a series of thick, gooey strands of semen slowly
trailing down either side of her sweet face.
When I had finally run dry, there was one final string of
cum which dangled the tip of my cock. I shook it loose, and
the big glob landed directly on Amy's expectant tongue as she
giggled with pure desire. Of course, she swallowed it whole.
I looked down at this fabulous, exciting woman. She was
a mess, with my white man-cream all over her face and hair.
It was a very beautiful sight to behold, however.
"How was I?" Amy asked, smiling up at me.
"You were wonderful, sweetheart," I moaned. "That was,
by far, the best blowjob that I have ever received."
The buxom red-head smiled at me while rising to her feet.
She grasped my hand and pulled me into a standing position
as well. Then, Amy wrapped her arms around me and pressed
her lips to mine for a searing kiss. We kissed with great
hunger and passion while grinding and bumping our bodies
together as one. I cupped her sweet ass with both hands and
squeezed it roughly. Of course, she was already nude.
Amy pulled me down to the floor with her, then broke the
kiss. She grinned lustily at me and said, "Please, I want
you to fuck me right now." The idea of re-paying her oral
favor with one of my own was now on my mind, but...
"Please," she reiterated. "I want you to fuck me now. I
don't want to wait for it any longer. Please... now..."
With the enchantress soon on her back, her legs widespread
and knees in the air, I positioned myself to enter her in the
missionary position. She raised both of her legs and
criss-crossed her feet together behind my neck as I fisted
my cock and guided it toward her slick pussy. It was time.
I burrowed the tip of my shaft into Amy's opening and
watched as her face turned red with hot passion and desire.
Both of us groaned as I then sank my cock deeper and deeper
into her, going very slowly. I cannot believe how tight she
felt! It was simply incredible.
Eventually, I had poked the full length of my erection
into her. Amy moved her feet so they were now upon the
floor again, her knees high in the air. I used this golden
opportunity to lean forward and give her a full kiss on the
lips. Both of us smiled at one another, in sheer arousal.
I withdrew my cock from her, very slowly, then thrusted
it back into her velvety slit. Amy moaned and squealed as I
did it once again, but only faster. I continued doing so,
picking up speed with each new thrust. In no time flat, I
was pumping myself into her at a hard, steady pace.
Still leaning forward, I peppered the goddess' face and
neck with a series of quick-hitting kisses. She seemed to
enjoy this almost as much as I did. In addition, I loved
the sound of Amy talking to me with each and every inward
cock-stroke that I gave her. It was sweet music to my ears.
"Fuck my pussy!" she demanded, encouraging me further.
"Fuck it! Fuck it harder! I wanna feel you. Fuck me in
my pussy!" Her nasty words were only making me thrust into
her harder than before. "Fuck my pussy. Hurt me with your
big cock. Fuck me!" I growled at her verbal onslaught.
"Come on... give it to me. Give it to me!" I was hammering
away at her with all of my strength now. "OH YES! YEAH!
FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Amy's face was thrashing from side-to-side as her large
breasts bounced about wildly. I was really giving it to her
now. I did not know that I had this sort of power in me.
She had drawn it out of me with her nasty language.
Amy let out a series of loud screams before continuing,
"Please fuck me. Fuck me harder! OH YEAH! MORE! MORE! OH
MY GOD! YES! FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY! FUCK IT WITH YOUR BIG
COCK!" She let out another scream, then began to grope and
massage her large, heavenly breasts with her own hands.
The combination of my cock buried inside Amy's sweet
folds and the sound of her nasty words were about to push me
over the edge. I really could not take much more of this.
This luscious woman, of course, sensed that.
"Give it to me," she continued. "Give it to me! I know
you want to. I know you want to, real bad... cum inside me.
Come on, cum inside my little pussy. Do it! DO IT NOW!"
There was no holding back as I lost control of my body.
Growling in a passionate rage, I buried myself all the way
inside of Amy's tender folds and then simply exploded.
This pure sex kitten screamed in desire as a helping of
sperm jettisoned itself from my cock directly into her womb.
I continued to empty my load into Amy, wanting to flood her
insides with my thick and gooey juice. Initially, there were
two large gushes of sperm which had shot out - and they were
followed a series of several smaller ones. During this time,
Amy experienced a rather extensive orgasm of her own. It was
only appropriate that she did so.
Once I was tapped out, however, I lost all of my strength
and fell down directly on top of Amy. Both of us had shared
the ultimate togetherness between two people. Though quite
exhausted, we reveled in that wonderful feeling.
"Good boy," she said, obviously pleased with my efforts.
The 29-year-old kissed me on the lips while running her long,
delicate fingers throughout my hair "Good boy..."
I put my arms around her and held her close to me. I
offered Amy a kiss of my own and said, "Good girl..."
Amy giggled at me as we embraced one another tightly.
"Are you more comfortable now?"
"Oh yes, much more comfortable," I responded. "How about
you, Miss Amy, dear? Are you satisfied yet? I sure am..."
"You bet'cha," 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 even more hours in the air today than 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. Remind Pamela, too."
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 - upon 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 rewound a bit 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 Camille
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 Camille sent my mind racing with lust.
Pamela was the very buxom and enchanting stripper from
Baltimore. 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 inform everyone about the
passionate encounter that she and I 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.
Much like Trish, I would consider it to be a great honor.
It would be the greatest honor of my life to date, in fact.
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
Camille'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?
<<<- End of Chapter 1 ->>>
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