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"Island Fever" - Chapter 3 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2005
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After our sizzling, red-hot sexual encounter had reached
its conclusion, I stayed (and cuddled) with Pamela for a long
period of time upon the carpeted floor of the library. It
was a quiet, tender series of moments which I still look back
on and cherish to this very day. That should be obvious.
If I did not know it before, I was most definitely aware
of it now - Pamela was the woman that I had been searching
for throughout my entire life. There was absolutely no doubt
about that in my mind. I was totally in love with Pamela.
Some people may suggest that I sit back and evaluate all
of the women before coming to such a conclusion, but at this
point in time, there was no need. Pamela was the one for me.
Guaranteed. All of the other ladies here were beautiful and
desirable, indeed, but Pamela was my chosen one. I realized
that when she was laying in my arms upon the library floor.
As the time went by, Pamela commented that she wanted to
wash up, and take a shower. She also said it would not be a
good idea if the other five ladies showed up and found the
two of us together like this - cuddling as one upon the
floor. They would all want me at once, Pamela predicted,
and she wondered if I could physically withstand that.
I did not respond to her speculation, but instead gave
Pamela a friendly reminder about the 7:00pm dinner tonight.
All of the ladies were required to be there. Pamela asked
me what the penalty would be if one of them were to skip
dinner, and I playfully replied by telling her that it would
most assuredly be a harsh spanking. Pamela giggled and, of
course, threatened to be elsewhere at dinner-time tonight.
After a long and tender kiss, the two of us finally
parted ways. I decided to go back to my personal suite and
take a shower. It was definitely needed. I took an extra
long shower, reliving the earlier experience with Pamela in
my mind, over and over again. Her nasty words and demeanor
when I was penetrating her had a profound effect on me. I
really have a bona-fide soft spot for attractive women who
are friendly and respectful in general circles, yet nasty
and aggressive during sex. Pamela had turned me on...
The mahogany library was not out of the voyeuristic view
of my hidden cameras, of course, so I also had my first-ever
sexual encounter with Pamela archived on the computer. You
can bet that it will be forever saved - and cherished. It
may turn out to be my most-watched encounter of all. I would
have to burn a DVD copy of it at the earliest opportunity.
After stepping out of the shower and drying off, I threw
on some light clothing and decided to lay down for awhile.
It was early in the afternoon and since dinner-time was not
for several more hours, I figured that it would be best to
catch up on a little rest. I wanted to take a nap, but...
I then remembered I had promised all of the ladies that I
would guide them on a hike to the island's most picturesque
waterfall. I did not have a whole lot of time to prepare for
it, either. We agreed to begin our trek at 2:00pm - and that
was only 20 minutes from now. I had to get ready!
I threw on a pair of sturdy shorts and an old t-shirt, and
my best hiking boots. I loaded my backpack up with plenty of
water bottles and snacks, and a first aid kit (just in case
it was needed). I also retrieved several cans and tubes of
insect repellant from the storage room, so the ladies and
yours truly would be properly protected from Mother Nature.
Shortly thereafter, it was time for the journey to commence.
Our hike began at the north end of the mansion, where I
guided the entire group - Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy
and Camille - up a very steep trail into the woods and then
along a winding cliff. We eventually got back down to sea
level, and then took a different trail which veered off to
the right. I informed everyone that the waterfall we were
visiting today was only a mile up this particular pathway.
However, most of it was along a steady incline.
There were plenty of large rocks and muddy spots to deal
with as we drew closer toward the waterfall. Soon, we had
to be careful with tree roots and fallen branches as well.
Needless to say, I had to stop and allow several of the girls
to rest and catch their collective breaths while they eagerly
downed the energy snacks and bottles of water.
Pamela and Trish, both of whom were very physically fit,
did not seem to be having much of a problem with the trail.
Lindsay and Amy, however, were often having to stop and pant
for breath. Lindsay, in fact, was holding hands with Trish
so she would not slip and fall on the treacherous terrain.
Still, Lindsay and Amy insisted that we move on regardless.
Fortunately, the steady incline eventually flattened out
and the latter portion of the hike became much easier to
navigate. All of the ladies were very intrigued once we
came across a lava cave just a few hundred feet from the
waterfall. Thus, we took another sit-down break in the cave
and listened to the ocean's heavy waves crash into the rocky
shoreline off in the distance, while having a quick snack.
After exiting the cave, I offered to take the group on a
side trip into the clearing, where a series of petroglyphs
(drawings by natives from hundreds of years ago) could be
seen on the collection of lava rocks. These petroglyphs
were all over this particular area. To me, the aboriginal
writings had always been most fascinating.
The true meaning of the drawings will most likely forever
remain a mystery, but one could make out figures representing
men and women, family units, goats, pets, canoes and even a
possible surfer. Petroglyphs are made by pounding a pointed
rock with a larger, dull rock into the boulder, thus carving
out the figures. Considering that these drawings were, quite
possibly, 300 years old, they were priceless in my eyes.
"What is this?" Pamela wondered, pointing toward a boulder
with the phrase _Kristanna vilje elsker deg for evig, Jeremy_
carved out across it. "It has your name on it."
I laughed at the mention of the one rock which had given
me the most fits over the past two years. "Remember when I
told you about my friend from Norway, Pamela? Kristanna?
The one who will hopefully be here by the end of the week?
Well, at times, she will start talking in her own language
right in the middle of a conversation. It drives me insane,
but that is why she does it. Kristanna enjoys pestering me,
but does so in a comical way. Unfortunately, Kristanna came
across an empty rock here one day two years ago and decided
to carve out a cryptic message for me."
"What does it mean?" Devon inquired.
I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "I have no idea.
But one of these days, I am finally going to break down and
buy a Norwegian-to-English dictionary. You will see what I
mean when Kristanna arrives here later in the week. She is
quite a character. You'll see what I mean. Trust me."
"At least the rock she left that message on was otherwise
bare," Pamela observed. "It would be a shame if someone
messed up a rock that had some of these writings on it. I
should have brought my camera along with me." Pamela looked
my way and literally begged, "Will you bring us back here in
the future, Jeremy? Please? I would LOVE to photograph the
writings... be able to study and research them."
I chuckled, thinking to myself that Pamela was anything
but the prototypical stripper. How many exotic dancers would
even be remotely interested in a series of petroglyphs like
this? Not only was Pamela interested, but she wanted to
_study_ them. She wanted to _research_ them. Incredible...
"I'll bring you back here as often as you like, dear," I
promised her. "Just tell me when, and we'll be off."
After getting back onto the path, it only took a minute
or two before we reached our final destination. Once there,
several of the ladies stood and stared in silent awe at the
grand beauty of the island's biggest waterfall. A thick,
steady stream of water cascaded down the steep mountain face
and into a shimmering pond, which emptied out into the ocean
further below. The mountain itself was rich with green weeds,
giving it a tropical appearance. In a word, it was majestic.
Now, Trish and Lindsay both claimed that they wished they
had brought their respective cameras along to capture the
moment as well. I promised them that we would come back here
several times in the near future so they could do just that.
All of the ladies wore swimsuits or bikinis underneath
their clothing, so they quickly stripped down and jumped into
the beautiful, chest-deep pond. Devon made an immediate move
toward the heavy falls, where she allowed herself to bask in
the cascading rush of water. Lindsay and Camille soon got
the same idea and joined the 27-year-old there as well.
As for myself, I sat on the rocky ledge and smiled as
Pamela, Trish and Amy all got into a water-fight with one
another. It sure was a sight to watch them squeal and
giggle as they blindly splashed water upon each other. Soon,
Lindsay waded over and joined the playful fight as well.
Trish grabbed Lindsay's bare shoulders and dunked her head
underwater several times in succession. Each time she came
up for a breath, Lindsay would grunt and squeal that revenge
would soon be exacted upon Trish for this. The Canadian did
not seem to take her seriously, however, as she continually
dunked Lindsay's head underwater. Of course, all of this
was done in a very playful, fun sort of way. I got the sense
from watching them together thus far that Trish would never
do anything to harm a single hair upon Lindsay's head.
In an unexpected move, Pamela laughed as she literally
jumped on the back of Trish's shoulders. This caused Trish
to fall underwater as well, and then Lindsay used the golden
opportunity to relentlessly splash her once Pamela allowed
her to re-surface. Amy stood back and smiled warmly at the
exchange, while Devon and Camille were still underneath
the constant sheet of oncoming water on the other side.
Soon, Devon tore herself away from that prime location
and made her way over to me. She was joined at her side by
Amy, and the two ladies suggested that I take a dip in the
water with them. I politely declined, though, saying I had
left my swimming trunks back at the mansion.
Devon and Amy glanced at one another for a quick moment
and smiled, then both reached out and grabbed my wrists, and
pulled me into the basin with them. I was surprised, but
really should not have been. Both ladies giggled with pure
delight as I flopped about in the water. I was not angry at
them, of course, but I was a bit worried about my hiking
boots. I had worn my best pair, but now they were soaked.
Undaunted, I returned their splashes with some of my own.
Pamela snuck up from behind me and jumped on my back as well,
but I did not allow her to submerge me underneath the water.
"Get him!" Pamela then screamed, and soon all of the ladies
were tugging at various portions of my body. I was no match
for the entire group. Thus, I was (cruelly) dunked.
We stayed at the spectacular waterfall location for two
more hours - just frolicking and playing around with each
other. The hike back to the mansion was obviously less
strenuous, since the majority of it was downhill. I was
somewhat surprised that everyone had gone through my vast
assortment of chocolate power bars and snacks, and was now
feeling a tad hungry myself. But oh well... I would rather
be hungry instead of having one of the girls feel that way.
Upon our return to the mansion, I agreed to convene with
the ladies yet again at 7:00pm for our dinner. I reminded
them that our nightly meal would always take place at this
particular time. Then, I ventured off to my private suite,
knowing it was time for a long and relaxing whirlpool bath.
Everyone made me promise that I would take them on yet
another hike sometime during the next two days. I figured
the best place for that would be the cliffs on the opposite
side of the island, where views of the ocean never failed to
take one's breath away. It was another good, long trek, but
the group seemed up to the challenge.
* * *
After I was done with my hour-long dip in the whirlpool
bathtub, I stepped out and dried off, then returned to my
adjacent personal suite. Curious about the ladies and what
they were up to (as I always was), I strolled over to the
nearby voyeur room and took a seat at its control panel.
Much to my delight, only one of the surveillance monitors in
front of me was currently active. Meaning, of course, that
all of the ladies were together in the same place since the
system was triggered with the use of motion detectors.
That particular place was none other than the indoor
poolhouse, which was found underneath the glassed-in portion
of the roof. The swimming pool there - 17x60 in dimension -
featured an underwater music system and a black bottom floor
with 2,250 fiber optic lights installed, giving the illusion
of a clear, brilliant evening sky. Swimmers could also dive
underneath a glass wall and emerge outdoors by the terrace.
The view from there, overlooking the rugged forest and the
picturesque beach further beyond, was simply breathtaking.
I rarely had to do anything with this pool, or the one
located outdoors, in terms of maintenance since both were
equipped with automated cleaning systems. In fact, the
automated cleaning systems for both pools were the best that
money could buy. Obviously, it was a nice luxury to have.
All I had to do was flip a switch, and the pools would be
totally clean and crystal-clear a short time later.
Getting back to the topic at hand, all of the ladies -
Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Camille - were
currently enjoying one of the many features that the indoor
pool offered. Specifically, they were playing volleyball.
With a heavy duty nylon net installed on the shallow end
of the pool, I reclined back within my chair here inside the
voyeur room as I watched the ladies play what seemed to be a
carefree and jovial game of water volleyball. Devon, Trish
and Lindsay appeared to be on one team, with the lovely trio
of Pamela, Amy and Camille comprising the other. All of
the ladies were still wearing the same bikinis they had on
during our earlier adventure up at the waterfall.
It was most definitely a wondrous sight to witness the
likes of Pamela and Camille, with their massive 38d-sized
breasts bouncing and flopping about underneath their bikini
tops, as they exerted themselves in the volleyball game.
The same could be said for Devon, Trish and Amy, all of whom
sported proud D-cups as well (although none were quite as
large and majestic as were Pamela and Camille's).
But the most amazing vision of all was undoubtedly the
young and docile Lindsay, with her humble and modest figure
(5-foot-3, 95 pounds and 34b-22-30 measurements) in a simple
red bikini swimsuit. With her tight, little body on display,
the 18-year-old angel looked even _MORE_ like a high school
freshman or sophomore than she usually did. Of course, the
aura that constantly surrounded Lindsay - that of still being
an untouched virgin - was a big attraction for me. It would
be for any man who was lucky enough to be in my position.
Since Lindsay was obviously the youngest and most freshly
innocent of all of the ladies, I caught several of the others
stealing quick peeks of her as she frolicked about during the
game of water volleyball. It would be easy for me to anoint
Lindsay as the most beautiful woman of the entire group as
well, but I was not quite ready to do that just yet (not with
Devon and Pamela around). Still, Lindsay was a gorgeous
little thing. Just imagine that sweet, toothy smile of hers
wrapped around my hard shaft, sucking it to the root. Oh
my... a series of wicked chills just went down my spine!
I had the sudden urge to whip my cock out of my trousers
and begin stroking as my wide, lecherous eyes soon became
solely focused upon Lindsay. How many people in Lindsay's
life had the priviledge of seeing her in a tiny bikini like
the one she was wearing right now? How many people had seen
Lindsay _this close_ to being totally nude? It got to the
point where I used my hidden cameras to zoom in and totally
concentrate on Lindsay and whatever movements she made in
the pool. Could I be devloping a slight obsession here?
Oh dear God... the sight of Lindsay in her little swimsuit
and the vivid thoughts it conjured up within my mind sent me
to the very brink of erotic madness. I soon fell over that
proverbial ledge, as my cock exploded and left a thick, heavy
helping of sperm upon my wrist in the aftermath.
Now feeling light-headed and mentally exhausted, I settled
even further into the chair and took a deep, ragged breath.
These next ten weeks were going to drive me totally insane!
* * *
Once it was time for dinner, all of the ladies met up
with me in the formal dining room and purred with hungry
delight as Louisa, the housekeeper, wheeled out the cart of
steaming food and prepared to serve it to all of us. She had
fixed two different casseroles - one chicken and the other
turkey, with sides of oven-baked garlic bread and pumpkin
muffins. Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Camille chose the
chicken casserole, while Pamela, Amy and yours truly opted
for the turkey. The food smelled absolutely delicious!
We all thanked Louisa, who dutifully meandered back into
the kitchen with her cart and promised to bring our drinks
right out. As could be expected, the meal was wonderful.
Louisa really was the best cook in the whole, wide world.
Because Louisa was so old (and had an aching back), I did
my best to help her out whenever possible. One thing which
was very common for me to do, as I mentioned in the previous
chapter, was to take care of the clean-up after every single
meal. It was the least I could do for Louisa, considering
what a wonderful, quality job she had always done for me.
Honestly, I loved doing dishes. When I was still in high
school - which seemed like several eons ago despite the fact
I was only 30 - I worked at a fast-food restaurant (_Kentucky
Fried Chicken_, to be precise) and washed dishes there every
single night. Although this chore was a pet-peeve of many,
I was the exact opposite. For whatever reason, I loved it.
Of course, I should also point out that many of the girls
volunteered to take care of the dishes themselves once they
learned that I did not want Louisa to do any of the clean-up,
preferring to handle it myself. Trish, Lindsay and Amy were
quite adamant in wanting to wash the dishes.
My best guess as for the reason why they wanted to help
out was that they were thinking of ways to get on my good
side. None of them, of course, knew what the criteria was
for taking home the $500,000 grand prize at the end of these
ten weeks. Trish, Lindsay and Amy - inparticular - were
trying their best to be overly helpful with me. I do not
know if the money possibilities was foremost on their minds,
or if they were truly good people who simply wanted to help.
However, I told each of them to go off and do their thing.
I even referred to the dishes as a _sacred ritual_ - and no
one on the island was to wash them except for me. I also
informed those three ladies, as well as Devon, Pamela and
Camille, that I did not want them to do any chores while
they were on this island of mine. They were my guests.
What type of host requires his or her guests to do chores?
Perhaps some would, but I was definitely not one of them...
* * *
That same night, the time was 9:30pm when I was lounging
about upon the oversized, round bed within my private suite.
My cock was in hand and I was busy stroking it as I thought
about not only Pamela - still my favorite, although Lindsay
was closing ground fast - but really all of the ladies. It
was as if a flock of angels had been sent my way. I could
not believe how lucky I had been by having selecting these
six specific women to spend the upcoming ten weeks with me.
After pumping myself to a full erection, I growled like a
madman and rolled off of the bed. I stood up and arched my
sore back, then a wicked smile came to my face as I pulled
my trousers back on and into place.
I wondered what it would be like if I could experience
the joy of Pamela's luscious body once again - _RIGHT NOW_.
I figured that she was in her guest suite with Amy, who was
more than welcome to join us. Pamela had been with Amy and
yours truly in separate encounters, of course, and seemed to
enjoy herself in both. Would she consider a three-some? I
would absolutely love to fall asleep tonight with a blonde
head on one shoulder, and a red one on the other...
I was certain that they were in their own bedroom right
now - as I said - but wanted to make sure before I went there
and extended them an invitation to spend the evening with me
here in my suite. I figured that a quick trip to the voyeur
room would clue me in as to their exact whereabouts...
Just as I was about to unlock the secret chamber, a knock
came to the front door of my personal suite. I immediately
stopped dead in my tracks and smiled inwardly, thinking that
it was either Pamela or Amy (or even better, _both_ of them).
Maybe they had the same thoughts and ideas for the evening
that I did? Maybe they wanted a three-some too? I already
knew that Amy would love to have a three-some with Pamela and
yours truly. Then again, Amy would love a three-some with
_ANYONE_. She was quite the insatiable sort.
I definitely was not disappointed, but I did feel a
certain sense of surprise upon opening the door. Instead of
finding Pamela and/or Amy, the blonde and gorgeous Devon was
standing on the other side of the entranceway.
Adorned in a classy, loose-fitting summer dress that went
all the way down to mid-calf, Devon's blue eyes flashed as
she offered me a friendly smile. The dress that she wore was
a predominantly dark color, but had decorative, flower-print
designs all over it. Devon looked absolutely beautiful.
"Hello Jeremy."
"Why, hello Devon," I said in response. "What do I owe
the pleasure of your company to tonight?" Devon may not
have been the lusty duo of Pamela and Amy, but I was not
complaining. How could I, considering that Devon was a
ravishing young woman who opted to show up at my door? No
normal man could find anything wrong with that...
Devon clutched both hands together at her stomach and
looked down for an instant, while twirling a sandal-clad
foot about upon the carpet. She then made eye contact with
me once again and said, "I was wondering, Jeremy, if you
would be interested in going on a date with me tonight."
"A date?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. _A date_?
"Yeah, a date!" she squealed in return. "This island may
not be a busy metropolis with all sorts of clubs to visit,
but I bet you and I could make the best of it."
Intrigued, I smiled at her. This was obviously different
than last night - when Amy showed up at my door and seduced
me almost immediately. "What do you have in mind, dear?"
Devon's spirits seemed to enliven as she said, "There is
nothing more romantic than a walk on the beach - especially
at night. Wouldn't you agree? Perhaps we could go there
and, you know... get to know each other a little better."
I smiled at her once again. It seemed as if Devon
actually wanted to talk to me and first become friends
before something major happened between us. Perhaps I was
spoiled somewhat by Amy in thinking that all of these women
wanted to jump into bed with me before doing anything else.
Devon's idea of a so-called _date_ interested me very much.
I had no complaints or problems with it whatsoever.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea, dear," I told her.
"You are right. A walk on the beach does sound romantic."
I smiled and added, "Why don't you come inside for a little
bit? I'll need a moment or two to change."
"Sure," Devon nodded, stepping into my personal suite.
"Oh wow..." she gushed, after getting her first glimpse of
the dramatic view that my room had to offer. A panoramic,
180-degree view of the Pacific Ocean could be seen, thanks
to the collection of six floor-to-ceiling picture windows
that wrapped halfway around the suite.
"Incredible..." Devon murmured, as she openly gazed at
the moonlit, white tips of the incoming waves below us. The
tranquil sounds of the tide gave the moment a special touch.
Devon turned toward me with a look of sheer awe upon her
lovely face. "Amy told me that the view from your room was
breathtaking... but I had no idea it was quite like this!"
I smiled at the 27-year-old and gently told her, "The
deck is right out there. Why don't you go outside and sit
down for a bit, listen to the waves, while I change? It
will only take me a minute or two to change my clothes."
"You're perfectly fine the way you are," Devon nodded,
eyeing me as I wore a muscle shirt and a pair of trousers.
I did not feel comfortable in the muscle shirt, however,
simply because I would never be confused with a bodybuilder.
I was, as I have said before, just a normal, ordinary man.
A muscle shirt was one of those pieces of clothing that I
only felt comfortable wearing when no one else was around.
"There is absolutely no need for you to change," Devon
added, extending her arm while offering me a tender smile.
"I like you just the way you are."
I shrugged my shoulders and hooked my right arm around
her left. Devon grinned once more and said, "Let's go."
* * *
Devon kept her arm entwined tightly with mine as we made
the leisurely trek from the mansion down to the west beach.
It was a typical night on the island - quiet and peaceful,
with only the ocean's waves and the occasional bird overhead
accounting for all of the noise. This was a true paradise.
It was a special night for me as well - as Devon rested
the side of her face upon my shoulder. I felt so peaceful;
so much at ease with her right now. This was wonderful...
"Tell me about yourself," was her quiet request. "How
long have you lived here on the island?"
"Eight years," I answered, as we stepped onto the sand
and began the stroll toward the water's edge.
"All by yourself?" she returned, somewhat surprised.
I nodded and replied, "Yes, pretty much. Louisa lives
and works here with me, off and on, whenever I have company -
whether that be you girls, my family or a good friend of
mine named Kristanna. Remember? I mentioned her earlier
during our hike. She left that message on the boulder."
"I remember," Devon countered, turning her head to look
up at me. "Didn't you say that she was coming here, too?"
"Yes dear, she is. Kristanna is bi-sexual just like the
rest of you. She'll fit in real nicely."
"I don't have to ask if she is pretty or not. With a name
like that, she HAS to be pretty. Can I ask what type of name
that is? Is it foreign? I really like that name."
"Yes, Kristanna is originally from Norway," I responded.
"That is what the secret message was written in - Norwegian.
Anyway, besides my family, she is the one who has visited me
the most. I've known her for about five years now."
"Where are you from, originally?" Devon wondered. "Me, I
have spent my whole life in boring, old Pennsylvania."
"I was born in Ohio," I told her. "Believe it or not,
but Amy and I were in the same second grade class together.
She is from the same town in Ohio that I am."
"REALLY?" Devon gushed. "Does Amy know that, too?"
I shook my head. "I don't think so... else, she would
have probably mentioned it. I have yet to tell her that I
am originally from the Cincinnati area as well. One reason
why I chose Amy from among all those applicants is because
she and I actually have a link to each other from the past.
I barely remember her since I was so young, but her name did
ring a bell and it prompted me to do some investigating. I
have an uncanny knack for remembering names."
"That's so neat!" Devon grinned. "I think you should tell
Amy about it. What was she like back then?" Devon giggled
and added, "Was Amy a troublemaker like she is now?"
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I honestly don't
know, Devon. I wasn't friends with her. She was just in my
class. I had to check my yearbook to confirm it. I was
like most seven year old boys back then... I hated girls."
"Did you grow up in Ohio?"
"No," I answered, shaking my head. "Well, kind of. My
father was transferred to New Jersey when I was in the
seventh grade. So I was uprooted and lived there, with him
and my mother, until I graduated from high school. Then he
was transferred again, and we all moved to Los Angeles. I
also spent some time in Oregon on my own."
"You've lived on this island for eight years, right? That
means you were 22 when you moved here?"
"Yes. I bought this island from a private developer. It
was just a big chunk of barren land back then. I had the
mansion and all of the other man-made things, such as the
pool, rock fountains and athletic complex - along with
everything else - built from scratch. This is all my idea."
Devon took a deep breath and smiled. "Let me say you did
a wonderful job. How could you possibly afford everything?"
I smiled at her and replied, "Money is not an issue for
me, dear. It hasn't been since I was 20."
"What happened when you were 20?"
"I really rather not go into any specifics about my money
and career just yet," were my words. "I've learned over the
years that money - especially lots of it - can ruin chances
of a possible relationship. I rather get to know you first,
Devon, and vice-versa, before talking about my money."
"I can live with that," she purred, placing the side of
her face upon my shoulder once again as we strolled along
the beach. "A possible relationship, huh? Have you ever
had the feeling, Jeremy, that someone was SO right for you?"
The image of Pamela immediately popped into my mind as Devon
continued, "I mean... so AMAZINGLY right?"
When the blonde increased her grip upon my arm, my eyes
suddenly went wide in response. I realized that Devon was
talking about me! I was the someone who was so right for
her? So amazingly right? My body tingled at the mere idea.
Devon had dropped a series of powerful hints concerning
her feelings for me since the dinner reception last evening.
First it was the unexpectant kiss upon my cheek, followed by
the bold proclamation that I was already her favorite. And
today, she offered me another gentle kiss while complimenting
me on the thorough job I had done in preparing the island for
the arrival of she and all of my other guests.
During our earlier hike to the waterfall - when all of
the ladies tagged along - it seemed as if every single time
that I looked at Devon, her eyes were trained solely on me.
I even got the sense that she could not stop looking at me...
I was starting to piece the puzzle together. Did Devon
feel the same way about me as I did about Pamela?
When it became obvious that I would not answer her bold
question - if I ever had the feeling that someone was so
amazingly right for me - Devon purred and snuggled her face
even tighter upon my arm. She seemed to be very happy being
this close to me. An instant later, however, her entire body
jerked as she stood erect and stared off into the distance.
200 feet ahead of us, it appeared as if Trish and Lindsay
had started a bonfire on the beach. Both Devon and I could
clearly see the two ladies huddled together underneath a thin
blanket, as they laughed and giggled in unison. Obviously,
neither Trish nor Lindsay was aware of our presence.
"Can we go back up to the mansion?" Devon asked, almost
pleading with me. "I... this is MY night to be with you -
no one else." Devon wanted me to herself? Hmmmmm...
The idea of being the centerpiece of a frenzied four-some
suddenly crossed my mind. Wouldn't it be something to be in
the middle of not only Trish and Lindsay, but Devon as well?
Indeed, it was a tempting thought, but I felt the need to
honor Devon's wishes. After all, we were out on a _date_.
In addition, Lindsay was still a virgin and I would never
force myself on her. Well, she may not have been a virgin
any longer. Trish may have gotten to her already...
"Back up to the mansion we go," I smiled, turning and
guiding Devon toward a narrow pathway. "C'mon... this way.
This is a shorter route than doubling back the way we came."
As could be expected, Devon was not about to let me leave
her clutches. She held onto my arm with a vise-tight grip
as we made our way up the little path.
"What would you like, dear?" I asked, as we approached
the northern side of the mansion. "Where should our date
go now? I have an OmniMAX movie theater, remember. Or...
maybe you would like an ice cream cone from the kitchen?"
"How about right here?" Devon asked, as she finally broke
away and hurried over toward the grotto. Made of rock and
granite, the grotto was a chest-deep pool which surrounded
the mansion much like a moat does a castle. Its primary
feature was a rock-enclosed alcove with a jacuzzi inside,
which was perfect for the aquatic erotic encounter.
"The grotto?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "I am afraid
that neither of us are dressed for the water."
"Wanna bet?" Devon squealed, as she suddenly lifted her
beautiful, flower-print dress up, and over, her head. My
eyes went wide with wondrous appreciation as I took in the
amazing sight of the curvaceous Devon in a yellow, two-piece
string-bikini swimsuit. Along with that inviting, playful
smile on her enchanting face, it should not come as any real
surprise that I developed an immediate erection as well.
"Come on!" Devon chirped, getting rid of her sandals and
then plopping down into the grotto. "The water feels great!"
"I'm not wearing swimming trunks underneath my trousers,
sweetheart," I informed her, adding a smile for emphasis.
"So?" Devon asked, suddenly using both hands to splash me
with an onslaught of water. I was soaked from the waist down
in an instant, while Devon snickered and giggled at her own
handiwork. "See? A little water won't hurt you one bit.
It didn't hurt you at the waterfall earlier... remember?"
Smiling, I shook my head at the 27-year-old enchantress
while getting rid of my muscle shirt. "You win," I offered,
jumping down into the water and joining her there. Devon
then squealed, however, as I dunked her head underneath the
water for a good five seconds.
When I allowed her to re-surface, Devon breathed in heavy
gasps as her blonde hair - once styled to total perfection -
was now a slick, wet mess. I laughed at her predicament.
"You're mean!" she snapped, albeit in a playful way.
"That's what you get for splashing me," I told her. "Of
course, that was probably your intent all along. Otherwise,
you would not have worn that swimsuit underneath your dress."
"Actually, I was hoping for a quick dip in the ocean," she
informed me. "But when I saw Trish and Lindsay down there, I
knew it was time to leave." Devon slithered up close to me
in the water and placed both arms around my neck in a loving
way. "Can you blame me for wanting you to myself tonight?"
"I guess not," was my response, as I cleared my throat.
The feel of Devon's large breasts upon my chest sent pulses
of hot pleasure shooting throughout my body. "You obviously
like me, Devon. May I ask why?"
"Everyone here likes you," she told me. "I'm just more
open and straightforward about it than the others. Maybe
it's because you're the only man any of us will see for the
next two or three months. We have no choice but to like you.
But as for me, I REALLY like you. Honestly. Fully. Truly.
_I_ would like you even if there was a million men here."
"Why?" I wondered. I had been alone for the overwhelming
majority of my life. I just found it unique that a woman as
beautiful and alluring as Devon would have such a tremendous
crush on me. She could have anyone. Why did she want me?
Devon pouted and replied, "I've had problems in my life,
Jeremy, where I've been a little TOO honest - especially
when I first meet someone. I don't want to ruin things by
scaring you off, or making you feel uncomfortable. Let me
just say that I like you. I like you a lot." Devon pouted
once again and added, "That's probably too honest itself."
"No, you're fine," I assured her. "Perfectly fine. One
thing that you will learn about me is that I truly appreciate
people who are honest. You can say whatever you want to me,
dear, as long as it is honest. I'll never look down on you.
And trust me - you'll never scare me off. Trust me."
With Devon's slender arms still entwined around my neck
and shoulders in a caring embrace, there was a moment of
awkward silence between us. I honestly did not know what to
do next, so I let my gut reaction take over and guide me.
I slipped my own arms around Devon's magnificent body and
then pressed my lips to hers for a tender, loving kiss. For
an instant, Devon's eyes went wide and she seemed genuinely
surprised at my bold move. Her arms tightened around my
body, however, when I opened and then closed my mouth over
hers. Our tongues met in the middle, and I sighed at the
sudden rush of pure arousal that shot throughout my soul.
Our mutual kiss heightened in its intensity as I literally
crushed Devon against me in a powerful embrace. Our tongues
were dueling together between our pressed, open mouths, both
of them slipping and sliding in an erotic, blissful dance.
I then backed Devon against the edge of the grotto's wall
and kissed her with even greater passion. When I trailed my
hands down her sides, however, and found the shapely outline
of her lush ass, she flinched against me and broke the kiss.
All of a sudden, there was an uneasy look upon Devon's
gorgeous face. Did I do something wrong? It seemed pretty
apparent to me that this was what Devon wanted. She wanted
me to kiss her... right? Or did I anger her?
"What's wrong?" I asked, both scared and confused. The
absolute _last_ thing that I would do was force and/or impose
myself on a woman who was not interested.
"I... it's... nothing, Jeremy," Devon told me in response.
"I... I should really be getting back to Camille." Devon's
expression tightened as she added, "I... I don't want her to
start worrying about me, or something."
"What?" I returned in an exasperated fashion, as Devon
climbed out of the grotto and gathered both her sandals and
flower-print dress from the ground. Unfortunately, I did
not get any further explanation as Devon then scurried off.
It was like she had been shot out of a cannon.
Although I was left high and dry in the grotto - with a
hard, aching cock, noless - I felt deflated. What did I do
wrong? Was I the one who scared Devon, instead of the other
way around? I truly thought that she wanted me to kiss her.
Frowning, I climbed out of the grotto, retrieved my muscle
shirt and slipped it over my head. I then took a deep breath
and shrugged my shoulders. Perhaps Devon would speak her
mind to her room-mate, Camille? That was where she said
she was off to. I figured that the voyeur room would be my
best bet - at least right now - to learn some answers.
* * *
"I think you're a crazy girl," Camille said to Devon
moments later upon the television monitor, as I flipped the
audio switch for their restroom on from the prime comfort of
my voyeur room. Devon was seated in the empty bathtub, both
arms wrapped around her raised knees, as she shook her head.
Devon still had the yellow bikini swimsuit on. "You are
getting yourself too worked up over him," Camille added.
"I can't help it!" Devon insisted, shaking her head some
more while also trying to hold back a flow of tears. "There
is nothing I can do. I can't help the way I feel about him!"
Camille gently laughed and said, "Devon, sweetheart...
you just met Jeremy a little more than 24 hours ago. How in
the world can you sit there and tell me that you love him?"
My eyes nearly exploded at those words - and for good reason.
Devon was in love with me? Already? The sweet Devon? _ME_?
"Because I do love him!" she exclaimed in defense. "I'm
not even able to explain it myself, Camille. I don't know
why I feel this way, but I do. I can't help it. Ever since
I saw Jeremy at the airport yesterday, I was totally in love
with him. The very first moment I saw him, I was in love.
Everything I have learned about him thus far has just made
me fall even deeper in love with him. I cannot explain it.
I... I've never felt this way about anyone before. Never.
Up until now, I never once believed that love-at-first-sight
existed. But I am living proof of it. I know it exists!"
As I gulped my throat at those powerful words, Camille
forged a smile and patted Devon on the wrist. "You said he
kissed you... correct? Why did you run away from him?"
"I don't want to scare him off," Devon answered, wiping a
tear away from her eye. "I know that if that kiss lasted a
few more seconds, I would not have been able to control
myself." My heart literally skipped a beat as she added, "I
don't want to do anything that ruins my chances with Jeremy.
I've been too fast and aggressive with others in the past.
I don't want to screw up again. I want to do this right. I
compare Jeremy to my ex-boyfriend, Barrett, and there is no
comparison. Jeremy is everything I've ever wanted in a man!"
"You need to take it slow," Camille advised her. "You
can speak to me, Devon, but I hope you're not thinking about
telling Jeremy these things. At least, not yet. If you
tell him you love him and quote, want to wrap your arms
around him and never let go, end-quote, you will scare him."
I grimaced at those words. Because of the voyeur room, I
had the ability to eavesdrop on private discussions like
this. Yet at the same time, I wanted to keep my voyeur room
a secret. Thus, I could not even hint to either Devon or
Camille that I knew that the blonde already loved me.
"Every time I see Jeremy, all I want to do is kiss him,"
Devon frowned, still fighting her tears. "I cannot help it,
Camille. Yet, I think he's far more interested in Pamela
and Amy than he is me. I even think that he may like Lindsay
more than he likes me. I saw how he was looking at her at
the waterfall earlier. But I want to change that."
Speaking of Pamela, she was the furthest person from my
mind at this particular moment in time. The same thing could
be said for Lindsay and Amy. Devon was at the center of my
private universe right now. She may stay there, too...
"Take it slow," Camille advised Devon again. "It seems
like you want to advance ten years in your relationship with
Jeremy over a ten minute period, honey. You just met him.
I don't want to see you get upset or hurt over this. You
have to take it one step at a time. _BABY STEPS_... okay?"
"I've never felt this way about anyone," Devon reiterated,
shaking her head once more. Camille quickly leaned over
and embraced her friend within the bathtub as Devon added,
"I know it's crazy, but I love him so much..."
Feeling somewhat dazed and confused, I flipped the audio
switch for their restroom off and stumbled back into my
personal suite. Devon was in love with me? A woman who was
not only beautiful, but also that sweet and kind-hearted was
madly in love with me? Me? Me? It made no sense. _ME_?
Yet for my entire life, I had dreamed and fantasized about
finding a woman who would have such genuine, pure thoughts
for me. All I ever wanted was to get married, have a couple
of children and grow old with my wife, while using our love
as an unbreakable foundation for a life-long relationship.
The great majority of women throughout my adult life did
not even want to truly love or care about me. They were far
too interested in my billion-dollar empire than the person
that I was inside. For most of the women I had known, they
looked at me as a free ride through life. Sad... but true.
Yet Devon seemed to be someone who did have those genuine,
pure thoughts for me. What did it matter that she and I met
a little more than 24 hours ago? Love does not make always
make sense, or come across with perfect logic. Love can be
crazy and unpredictable. But it is the greatest feeling in
the whole, wide world when you experience it. Yes, it is.
And yes, it was time. I did not know what I was going to
say, but it was time for me to go right over to the guest
suite that Devon and Camille shared together. It was time
for me to wrap my arms around Devon and never let _her_ go.
I wanted Devon's feelings for me to grow and spiral out
of control. Of course, I wanted to feel the same way about
Devon as well. Someone who spoke so poignantly and highly
about me... Devon had a definite head-start with my heart.
She was the centerpiece of my entire universe right now.
* * *
After throwing on a new pair of trousers, I was ready to
exit my personal suite and comfort Devon. Upon opening the
door to leave here, however, I received what best could be
described as a double-bolted shock.
Standing on the opposite side of the doorway were the duo
of Pamela and Amy, both of whom were looking back at me with
expressions of both lust and desire on their beautiful faces.
Pamela, the incredibly stacked blonde who had been my
favorite of the ladies until just a few moments ago, was
wearing a skintight t-shirt which hugged and clutched her
big breasts in a truly intoxicating manner. I could easily
see her nipples through the thin fabric, so it was quite
obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath it. The
only other thing Pamela had on was a purple G-string. What
a truly mouth-watering, awe-inspiring body she had...
Amy, on the other hand, was wearing the same thing she
had on last evening when she showed up at this same door.
Looking at her again in the white, see-through nightie (with
no bra or panties on underneath) caused my cock to ache in
erotic remembrance. My insides began to tingle with lust...
"Can we come in for a bit?" was Amy's question. I could
tell by the naughty look upon her face that she and Pamela
did not come up here to borrow some sugar.
My cock screamed _yes_, but my senses said _no_. Devon.
I wanted to find and have a good, long talk with Devon...
"Step on in, girls," I said in a friendly tone, my cock
winning its struggle with my senses. Perhaps it was best
that Devon be given some time to sort through her feelings
before I talk to her again. That was what I told myself,
although I am not certain that I truly believed it.
The two beautiful ladies strolled into my suite and first
looked around it, then turned their attention toward me as I
closed the door. I then remembered that earlier - before
Devon showed up - I wanted a three-some with Pamela and Amy.
Now, it looked as if my fantasy would become a reality.
"Is it okay if we show up unannounced like this?"
"Of course it is," I told Pamela in response. "Feel free
to stop by at any time... especially if you two charming
ladies choose to dress like this."
The girls looked at each other and giggled. Now, both of
them knew they had me right where they wanted me - as if they
did not know that before. I was theirs for the taking...
Pamela spoke in a sultry voice, "Jeremy, I told Amy about
our little encounter earlier in the library. Amy said that
since we're all friends now, maybe you would like to have a
three-some with us. So... let's have one."
"Right now," Amy concluded.
Direct, blunt... to the point. I liked that. Was it any
surprise that my cock was about to burst from being so hard?
Although... Devon and her feelings were still on my mind.
The ladies did not wait for my verbal response. Instead,
they closed the distance between them and me, and literally
attached our three bodies together as one. Pamela's arms
were around my shoulders, squeezing hard, as she ravaged my
mouth with a heated, tongue-filled kiss. Amy wrapped one arm
around my lower back and the other around Pamela's slender
waist, then started to plant kisses along my face and neck.
Needless to say, I was disoriented for a moment. Two
gorgeous women basically having their way with me at the
same time was a very unique and scintillating experience.
It was certainly not an everyday occurence in my life. In
fact, I had never experienced anything like this. Ever.
I quickly regained my composure and returned Pamela's kiss
with all the fervor and passion that she was exerting upon me
herself. Meanwhile, I felt Amy grab my left hand and place
it upon Pamela's sweet, perfectly-proportioned backside.
Amy kneaded the back of my hand for a moment, which told me
that she wanted me to pinch and squeeze Pamela's ass. When I
started doing so, Amy giggled and let go of my hand.
I used my other hand to reach around Amy's body and grab
hold of her round ass, too. Now, I was fondling both ladies
as they continued to assault my neck, face and mouth with
their splendid barrage of nibbles, licks and kisses.
The exchange of tongues between Pamela and I had become
rather intense in a very short period of time. Amy, who had
been munching on my neck and face, suddenly decided to enter
herself into the kiss that Pamela and I shared. She moved
her lips in close to ours and seconds later, I had the
tongues of two gorgeous women in my mouth at the same time.
Although our heads were all cramped together as one, the
triple-kiss lasted for several seconds. Soon, however, we
found a more comfortable position and began to play the
wonderful game of _tongue tag_ in the open air. At the same
time, Amy reached down and rubbed the bulge in my trousers
as I continued to squeeze both her and Pamela's sweet asses.
"You two girls are incredible," I moaned, trying to catch
my breath. "Simply incredible!"
Pamela and Amy giggled at my words, then focused their
attention on each other for a short time, first attaching
their lips together then licking and slurping away with their
tongues. Seconds later, they broke the kiss and glanced at
me, giggling with an equal mixture of lust and happiness.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Amy said, now looking at her new
girlfriend and pecking her on the cheek. "Simply gorgeous."
Pamela smiled and snickered at those words. I could tell
that even though they had been together a very short time,
these two ladies already had something special together.
"Amy's my little fireball," Pamela chirped, kissing her
lover's cheek in return. Fireball, I assume, referred to
Amy's flame-red hair. What else could it mean? "My wild,
little, cock- and pussy-hungry fireball."
Amy was still massaging my erection through the trousers
I wore. Pamela noticed this and decided to join in on the
fun. As Amy rubbed away on my hard cock through the fabric,
Pamela dropped to her knees and undid my trousers, then
yanked them downward in a flash. She took off my shoes and
had me step out of my trousers, then pulled my briefs down
and tossed them off to the side as well.
"A big, hard cock can only mean good things," Pamela
observed with a grin. "Hmmmmm... my night-time snack!"
My body tensed with hot desire as Amy now latched onto the
base of my shaft, as well as my testicles, and squeezed. I
looked at her with a dazed expression, which brought a smile
to her lovely face. Her hand was VERY skilled...
"Do you like that?"
"Yes, Miss Amy," I moaned. "I like that a LOT."
The excitement level within me increased tenfold when I
felt a pair of lips wrap themselves around the head of my
cock. I looked down and noticed Pamela, still on her knees,
had done me the honor. She stared back up at me, a carnal
grin upon her face, as she sucked and slurped the head of my
shaft with her soft lips. At the same time, Amy was busy
pumping and frigging the base of my cock. However, all of
my attention was currently focused upon Pamela.
I could forever watch the blonde and bodacious 28-year-old
service my cock on her knees, and never lose interest. I was
intent to do so, too, until Amy used her free hand to cup my
chin, and turn my gaze toward her. A split-second later,
she attached her mouth to mine for a heated kiss. We traded
both our lips and tongues while out of the corner of my eye,
I saw Pamela still looking up at me as she sucked my cock.
Her luminous brown eyes, in fact, were trained upon my face.
My right hand had never left Amy's sweet, beautiful ass.
I had been groping and massaging it thoroughly for several
seconds, but was soon joined by one of Pamela's hands as
well. She reached up and gently touched my arm, then sunk
her fingers into the lush skin of Amy's backside too.
Disappointment washed over me as the seductress suddenly
broke our kiss, out of nowhere. However, my feelings soon
changed to unspeakable desire as Amy dropped to her knees
right alongside Pamela. Still grasping the base of my cock
with her hand, Amy watched with interest as Pamela continued
to provide me with her special brand of oral worship.
I tossed my head back and sighed in utter lust as Amy
swiped her tongue over and across my very delicate, aching
testicles. I looked back down and noticed that the two
ladies, both on their knees side-by-side in front of my
erect cock, were now looking at each other. It almost
appeared as if they were communicating with their eyes.
Perhaps they were, because Pamela withdrew my cock from
her mouth and offered her lover a sweet smile. Amy returned
it, then she swallowed my shaft in one, easy motion.
I almost lost control of myself right there, but was able
to somehow keep my composure. Amy wasted no time as she
began to furiously suck my cock right away. I watched in
amazement as Pamela splayed a series of kisses alongside
Amy's face, while still cupping and massaging her ass with
one hand. "Such a pretty thing," Pamela commented, clearly
referring to her girlfriend while kissing her.
The red-head, or _fireball_ as Pamela so affectionately
called her, continued forth with her oral assault upon my
cock for several seconds until coming to an abrupt halt.
Amy withdrew my big erection from within her mouth, which
made me wonder if something was wrong. Why stop such a great
blowjob, so sudden? It made no sense to me. Everything was
perfectly fine, though - as I soon would find out.
Amy offered my shaft back to Pamela, who greedily stuffed
its full length back into her mouth. The two ladies were
taking turns, sucking my erection! I could not believe it!
Pamela's head bobbed back-and-forth upon my enlarged shaft
as I continued to moan and sigh in pure lust. Meanwhile, Amy
was keeping herself busy as she busily groped and squeezed
one of Pamela's full, luscious breasts through the incredibly
tight t-shirt that she wore. Again, what a body Pamela had!
No wonder she had $300,000 saved in the bank from nine years
of working as an exotic dancer...
I could feel my cock lodged somewhere deep within Pamela's
throat once she had taken its full length into her mouth. I
growled at the sensation, looking down and noticing that her
mouth and nose were jammed against my pubic hair. I reached
out and caressed her head, running my fingers throughout her
long-flowing blonde hair. Pamela looked up at me, then took
my cock out of her mouth and offered it back to Amy.
Shaking my head, I moaned once again as Amy jammed my
erection back into her hungry mouth. The 29-year-old
emulated her room-mate by bobbing her head back-and-forth
upon my throbbing cock. I could feel her tongue, inside of
her mouth, slipping and sliding like crazy over my shaft.
This type of encounter was something most men could only
fantasize about experiencing. I consider myself just your
typical, average guy... and definitely never dreamed that I
would be involved in a three-some such as this one day. I
was with two of the most beautiful women I had ever known in
my whole, entire life, and both of them were starved for my
erection. Absolutely STARVED! It was totally unbelievable!
My shaft was close to an explosion as Pamela nuzzled her
nose against my pubic hair, then used her tongue to swipe
and lick my testicles. This was incredible to experience!
One gorgeous woman was sucking my cock while another was
licking my testicles. Both of them, of course, were in very
submissive positions - upon their knees in front of me.
At least for now, though, I was far from the one in
control. Pamela and Amy were in control at this moment in
time. I was their submissive! As you may have guessed, I
had no problem with that - considering what was happening.
Amy took my member out of her mouth, then fisted its base
once again. She began to lick and kiss its tip while Pamela
moved her attention from my testicles to the middle of my
cock. She used her lips to gently suck its diameter from
the side while Amy continued to pump and frig the base, all
the while kissing and licking its bulging tip.
The sensation of what basically amounted to a dual blowjob
by two luscious women was about to send me over the edge of
madness. I was very close to an orgasm, but felt as if I
could hold out for another 30 seconds or so. After all, I
wanted to prolong this feeling of pure, unequaled ecstasy.
However, I suddenly erupted like a volcano when Pamela and
Amy exchanged tongues with my erection firmly wedged between
their lips. The first shot of sperm blasted out from within
my shaft and landed squarely on Pamela's shoulder.
Both ladies quickly moved so their beautiful faces were
directly in line with my cock. I looked down and let out a
wild groan as Pamela and Amy had their mouths wide open,
their tongues extended, their eyes locked upon my face.
The second spurt hit Amy on the tip of her nose and her
upper lip. A big glob dripped down and fell onto her tongue,
which obviously made her very happy. My third cum-shot was
aimed directly at Pamela's wide-open mouth. A huge blast was
directly deposited onto her tongue... and quickly swallowed
down her hungry, greedy throat.
Both girls grasped my cock and began to pump it, wanting
more sperm. They put their tongues together - and that was
enough incentive for me to produce one final shot. Half of
it landed in Amy's mouth while the other half went to Pamela.
What better way to punctuate such an intense double blowjob?
I took a deep breath and collapsed into a seated position
upon the bed behind me. Both women knew that for the time
being, my proverbial well had run dry. I was tapped out.
I would need some time to rest and recover, of course,
but that did not stop Pamela and Amy from enjoying the
company of each other. The pair of lust queens looked at
one another and smiled, then shared a sperm-filled kiss.
I moaned at the sight of Pamela and Amy as they clutched
each other in a warm, passionate embrace. I watched as the
two ladies squished their breasts together tightly, their
lips locked, their tongues dancing. I could not help but to
grasp my deflated cock, and start pumping.
Amy slipped a hand between their pressed bodies, then
started fondling Pamela's large breasts through the small,
snug-fitting t-shirt she wore. The pair of lovers broke
their kiss for a moment, and used the opportunity to catch
their collective breaths. Seconds later, however, the two
hellcats were engaged in another heated lip-lock.
It did not last long, though. Amy broke the kiss and
immediately pulled Pamela's t-shirt up, and over, her head.
The stacked blonde, as I noticed earlier, was not wearing a
bra. Her big, heavy-set breasts came into view - which
brought a aching twinge to my cock. Amy reached out with
both hands to fondle and squeeze Pamela's heavenly rack.
The red-head looked back at me and smiled at the sight
of me pumping myself toward an erection. She licked her
lips for a moment, then grinned and asked me, "Isn't this
girl gorgeous?" She was referring to Pamela, of course.
"Look at those breasts... no wonder she's a stripper! Those
are what you call _God-given sweater busters_!"
"Absolutely," I agreed, watching the pleasure-filled
expression upon Pamela's immaculate face. It seemed as if
she truly enjoyed having her breasts touched and groped. I
would have to remember that for future reference...
Pamela focused her attention on me long enough to notice
that I was busy masturbating to the sight of her and Amy
together. She motioned toward me with her head, then turned
and grinned playfully at Amy.
"I love it when guys whack off for me," Amy commented, her
green eyes flashing. "It turns me on SO MUCH..."
I stroked myself at an even faster pace as Amy pulled her
lover down to the floor with her, while disposing of her
G-string panties at the same time. The two ladies took a
seat and embraced quickly, their lips finding each other for
yet another tongue-filled kiss. When it ended a short time
later, Pamela used the opportunity to pull Amy's see-through
nightie up, and over, her head. She tossed it to the side,
leaving Amy completely, gloriously nude.
Realizing that the only one remaining in the room who even
had a single piece of clothing on was yours truly, I decided
to remedy the situation. I discarded my muscle shirt and
began stroking my shaft again, while focusing all of my
attention upon the two angels making out in front of me.
Pamela tilted her head and attached her lips to one of
Amy's nipples, then began sucking away. The vixen tossed
her head back and sighed in obvious pleasure. I watched
with interested eyes as Pamela slurped and licked away upon
Amy's delicate, sensitive nipple. She soon switched over to
the other breast and gave it the same type of oral treatment.
"Oh yeah," Amy moaned, cradling Pamela's head with her
hands. "Yeah... that's what I like. Suck my breasts. Suck
on them, baby. Get me all hot and bothered. Suck them."
Obviously, Pamela had no problem following through with
the nymphomaniac's request. She continued to feast away
upon Amy's rigid nipples, alternating between each of them
every 15 seconds or so. Eventually, Pamela slipped a hand
between Amy's spread thighs, then used two fingers to prod
and massage her swollen clitoris. Next, she extended her
tongue and lapped away madly upon Amy's deepened cleavage.
"What a perv..." Amy snickered, looking at me. "Watching
us have sex while you whack off." She shook her head and
grinned, "I like it, though. I like it a lot."
Pamela glanced at me for an instant, then looked back at
her girlfriend. "Don't you know what Jeremy is doing? He's
getting his cock hard again so he can fuck both of us."
"He doesn't need his hand for that," Amy remarked in a
matter-of-fact way. "My hand could do that, or my mouth.
Get him hard, you know."
Pamela smiled and said, "Why don't you go over and suck
his cock while I lick your pussy?"
I almost blew another load right there...
Amy grinned and rose to her knees, then made her way over
to where I was seated on the edge of the bed. She spread her
knees on the floor, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away
from my erection. Seconds later, it was better replaced by
her own hand as she began pumping me furiously.
Meanwhile, I watched Pamela as she brought a hand to her
mouth and licked its palm thoroughly. Next, she laid down
on the floor and rolled onto her back. I smiled to myself
when she scooted along the floor until her head was directly
between her girlfriend's spread-open thighs.
"Lick my pussy, baby," Amy said to Pamela, just before
she closed her thick, pouty lips over my pulsating cock.
Amy's green eyes were alive with desire as she looked up
at me from her knees, her lips and mouth busy savoring the
taste and feel of my erection. At the same time, I could
look down and watch as Pamela - flat on her back with her
face between Amy's spread knees - started to go to work on
the 29-year-old's beautiful, wondrous pussy.
Moaning with hot desire, I reached down with both hands
and grasped Amy's head as she continued to feverishly suck
and slurp away upon my erection. The seductress bobbed her
head back-and-forth at a blistering pace, while constantly
looking directly up and into my eyes.
Meanwhile, Pamela was thrusting two fingers in-and-out of
Amy's pussy as she continually lapped away with her tongue.
This was having a definite effect on Amy, too. As she sucked
my cock, Amy's body began to vibrate and writhe about in
obvious arousal. Clearly, Pamela had a very skilled tongue
and knew just how to please all of her lady friends.
However, Amy was not the only one at this point in time
who was experiencing the absolute ultimate in pleasure.
I let loose a wild growl as the suckstress swallowed the
entire length of my erection into her mouth, only to then
begin deep-throating me. I looked at Amy's face, noticing
those alluring green eyes staring right back at me as she
simply tried to devour my shaft. The goddess, without any
doubt, was a wonderful and extremely polished cock-sucker.
Since I was the 38th man she had been with in a sexual
sense in her life, Amy had a lot of practice at this.
Amy then screamed and wailed in indescrible passion as an
orgasm suddenly gripped her body - courtesy of Pamela's
tongue. The young woman cried and rocked about in lust, but
somehow managed to hold onto my cock and stroke it the whole
time. A few more seconds of this, I told myself, and I would
most definitely blow my load all over that pretty face...
Once her orgasm subsided, Amy let out a content sigh and
stopped pumping my cock, but still held onto it. She moved
out from over Pamela, allowing me to the see that the blonde
bombshell's face was completely covered with a thick sheen
of orgasmic, female juices. Dear God...
I moaned at the sight while Pamela looked at both of us
and grinned with pure, erotic delight. Amy's little pussy
must have tasted absolutely wonderful to Pamela...
"I want you to fuck her," Amy said to me, still holding
my erection as she glared down at Pamela. "I want you to
put that big cock in her pussy, and fuck her REALLY HARD."
Pamela let loose another smile, obviously liking this
particular idea. "Sounds like a good plan to me."
Grasping my cock, Amy yanked on it slightly until I rose
to a standing position. Then she pulled downward, causing
me to drop to the floor right beside Pamela.
"I want you to fuck her," the fiendish vixen repeated, her
voice full of passion. "I want you to fuck her, and spurt
off deep in her pussy." She paused and added, "After that,
I'm going to suck all of the cum right out of her pussy."
I took in a deep breath and sighed while an excited
squeal came from Pamela. This was going to be fun...
Amy released my erection and then pointed at her lover,
wanting me to penetrate her. I smiled and prepared myself
to enter Pamela. Fisting my cock, I watched with interested
eyes as Pamela dutifully spread her thighs wide beneath me.
I could see the look of pure desire in her own eyes as she
stared back at me, while Amy continued to egg me on.
"Fuck her, and fuck her HARD."
"Don't you worry," I told Amy in a low tone. "I will."
In a flash, I hooked Pamela's legs over my shoulders and
moved in between her spread thighs. Still fisting my cock,
I then mounted the 28-year-old in the missionary position
and proceeded to sink my cock into her hot, moist pussy.
"OH YES," Pamela growled in wanton lust. "YES! FEELS SO
GOOD! SO GOOD! FEELS SO GOOD!" She was quite the vocal
sort, for sure. I liked that quality in a woman...
"HARD!" Amy demanded. "FUCK HER _HARD_!"
Those naughty words, combined with the fact that I had my
cock buried in such a gorgeous, ravishing woman, simply set
me off. I clutched Pamela tightly to me and then started
slamming myself in-and-out of her at a furious rate of speed.
She roared out her approval while reaching up and wrapping
her arms around my shoulders. I continued hammering away at
her as she placed the side of her face upon my shoulder.
"OH YES!" Pamela screamed in total arousal. "FUCK ME!
FUCK ME! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Amy sat off to the side and watched with interested eyes
as I drilled Pamela with all the strength I could possibly
muster. Thrust after powerful thrust, my cock pistoned
in-and-out of her silken pussy at warp-speed.
"OH YES!" Pamela continued to scream. "YES! FUCK MY
PUSSY! FUCK IT HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!"
Amy moved up to her knees directly beside me, then turned
my face toward hers and put her lips to mine. The insatiable
tart literally jammed her tongue down my throat and kissed me
with an intensity and passion which could not be put into
words. All the while, I continued to pummel away at Pamela.
Sensing that a monumental orgasm was about to overcome me,
I slammed my cock deep into Pamela one final time and held it
there. Amy continued to kiss me as I growled, emptying my
man-seed into the stripper's willing pussy. Pamela screamed
out her obvious approval, her body writhing and squirming
about beneath me, until my cock was completely dry.
Amy broke the kiss with me, then looked down at the
quivering blonde and let out a tiny giggle. I pulled my
shaft out of her, then watched as Amy's eyes shifted to
Pamela's soaked pussy. She giggled once more while licking
her lips - obviously knowing what her late snack would be.
"I'm gonna suck all the cum out of that pussy now," the
minx proclaimed, with a nasty, erotic glint in her eyes.
I pulled myself away from the scene - at least a couple
of feet - so Amy could have ample room to indulge herself.
My cock was deflated once again. I wondered to myself if I
could possibly get hard one more time...
Her face flushed with desire and anticipation, Pamela
watched as Amy got herself into position.
Now kneeling in front of her, Amy caressed Pamela's knee
and then spread her legs apart. She began to lick and kiss
Pamela's calf, then worked up her leg, past her kneecap and
to her inner thigh. I watched as Amy traced her tongue in
slow circles upon Pamela's inner thigh for several seconds,
until deciding that it was time for the main course.
Slowly and deliberately, Amy buried her moist, pouty lips
in Pamela's pussy. She probed the opening with her tongue,
as Pamela squirmed and writhed about in total, lustful bliss.
Amy used long, slow swipes with her tongue, obviously wanting
to tease and excite her girlfriend beyond any and all belief.
It must have worked, because Pamela reached down and
grabbed Amy's head, encouraging her to go further. Amy
did so, as she started to flick her tongue across Pamela's
silken opening at a rapid-fire speed. This set her off.
"That's it, honey," were her words. "Lick my pussy with
your tongue. Make me cum like only you can."
After what these two women had just put me through, I
was amazed when my cock started to get hard one more time.
I could not believe it. I felt totally exhausted, but my
shaft was springing to life once again.
I started stroking myself when Amy pulled her lips away
from Pamela long enough to look at me and extend her velvety
tongue outward, showing me a big glob of sperm which she
had just extracted from her room-mate's pussy. Amy put her
lovely tongue back in her mouth and swallowed the glob, then
returned to licking and slurping away upon Pamela's slit.
I got an idea as I watched the scene unfold before me.
Pamela was flat on her back, her knees in the air and feet on
the floor as she writhed about in pleasure, massaging her own
breasts. Amy was on her elbows and knees, hovering just
above Pamela's pussy. Her rounded ass, looking sweet and
oh-so-scrumptious, was upturned and wiggling about.
Amy was in the perfect position for me to enter her from
behind, doggie-style. I could pound away at her while she
had her face stuffed full of Pamela's pussy. An excellent
idea, indeed. It became even better when I decided that
instead of drilling her pussy, I could plow her ass instead.
I wondered how Amy would react to something so big and
pulsing in her own ass. Judging from her preference of
gang-bang sex with her group of boyfriends in Cincinnati, I
figured that she would probably enjoy it very much.
I got a tube of anal lubricant from a nearby drawer and
shined my cock up with it, then got onto my knees and moved
in behind Amy. My shaft was only about half-hard, but that
was fine. Once its tip barely touched Amy's little, puckered
anus, I knew I would have an instant, full-blown erection.
The red-head had been concentrating on Pamela, so she did
not know that I planned on entering her from behind until I
placed my hands on her ass. She turned around and looked at
me for an instant, offering a playful giggle, before diving
right back into Pamela's sweet muff.
Amy let out a very long and deep moan, however, when I
pressed the head of my cock to her anus. I think it is safe
to say that Amy did not expect me to penetrate her there.
Judging from her reaction, though, she wanted me to continue.
I had a perfect view of Amy as she licked Pamela's pussy.
She used two fingers and was thrusting them in-and-out of
her girlfriend, her tongue working overtime. Meanwhile, the
blonde was moaning and panting in lust as she looked up at
me. A smile was on her beautiful face as she realized that
I was going to perform anal sex on her lovely, wicked Amy.
I grasped the 29-year-old's shapely ass with both hands
and gave it a hard, rough squeeze. I offered her a very
long and thorough massage, digging my fingertips into her
wonderful flesh. Amy had a truly beautiful ass...
"I'm going to enjoy this..." were my words.
It was not too long before I fisted my cock and nudged it
into Amy's small, incredibly tight anus. I grunted in
response, my shaft now fully erect, as the enchantress let
out a very hoarse, dry moan.
"OHHHHH YESSSSS," was her initial reaction. I watched as
Pamela, her pussy still getting a tongue-bath, continued to
look up at me and smile. This had turned into a three-some
if there ever was one. I was a lucky man, indeed...
I continued nudging myself further and further into Amy.
Soon, the entire length of my cock was embedded deep within
her bowels. I cannot describe how incredibly erotic it felt
to have my testicles stuffed against Amy's upturned ass.
"OH YEEEEEAH," the insatiable hellcat panted. "YEAH.
THAT'S IT. FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. YEAH! ASS. ASS. ASS.
_ASS FUCK_! FEELS GOOD! YEEEEEAH! OH YEAH!"
Amy's sounds of passion increased once I started to
thrust myself in-and-out of her tiny rosebud. I held onto
her ass with both hands and steadily increased the power of
my hips. Each stroke I gave her was a bit harder and faster
than the prior one. I felt so incredibly excited!...
I continually increased the speed of my thrusts for the
next 30 seconds - until I was pounding into Amy as hard as
humanly possible. The action had hit a fever pitch.
Amy cried and screamed out in wanton lust as I hammered
her from behind. At the same time, she still had her pretty
face buried between Pamela's inviting thighs and was busy
lapping away. She was also violating Pamela with a pair of
fingers. I had a perfect view of the bi/lesbian-style
action, and it did nothing but encourage me even further.
I pulled my right arm back, then offered Amy's luscious,
curvy ass a hard swat with my hand. Amy jerked in response,
obviously enjoying it, then I realized what I had done. I
did not even think about spanking her naughty, rounded ass
beforehand. It was as if my hand on acted on its own.
"SPANK ME!" Amy begged, now looking back at me with her
head turned. "OH GOD YES, PLEASE SPANK ME! SPANK ME!" She
buried her face in Pamela's muff one more time, but continued
to voice her request. "SPANK ME! SPANK ME!"
I needed no further coaxing as my opposite hand joined the
fun. I started to pepper her lush ass with swat after swat.
I did not use excessive force on Amy with my hands - I would
never do that to a woman - but my blows were strong enough to
turn her ass a bright shade of red. That is, after all, what
she obviously wanted - to be a spanked nymphomaniac.
Pamela let out a shrieking moan before she clasped her
thighs tightly around Amy's head. I watched as an expression
of pure ecstasy washed over Pamela's face. When her eyes
rolled into the back of her head, I realized that she was
having a ferocious orgasm - mainly due to Amy's oral work.
Her body rocking and writhing about in delight, Pamela
screamed and cried in satisfaction as Amy continued to lap
away at her. Though I continued to spank her, while also
drilling her ass, Amy did not cease her oral feast on Pamela.
In fact, she kept lapping away even after the stripper's
orgasm subsided. Watching Pamela get off like that, though,
had a definite effect on me. I was about ready to lose it.
I grasped Amy's hips as hard as I could and hammered away
at her ass with every last ounce of strength left in my body.
Seconds later I let out a wild growl, just before jamming my
erection into Amy one final time before it simply exploded.
"YES!" Amy screamed in desire. "CUM! CUM IN MY ASSSSS!"
I screamed too, while pumping glob after glob of sperm
into the young woman's incredibly tight ass. I had a lot to
offer this time, as well. This was my biggest load thus far.
I seriously wondered if Amy's bowels would overflow...
As I emptied the last of my sperm into her anus, Amy let
out a wild scream and had an orgasm of her own. She then
collapsed onto the floor, her face still buried between
Pamela's widespread thighs. God... what an experience!
I pulled my cock out of Amy, then settled down on top of
her and massaged her shoulders in a tender fashion. Pamela,
who was laying in a heap upon the floor herself, looked up at
me and offered yet another grin. All three of us let out a
series of moans and sighs as we tried to catch our breaths.
This had been an remarkable encounter for everyone involved.
* * *
"I've never done something so wild and crazy in my life
before," Pamela commented moments later, breaking a stretch
of silence, as the three of us continued to cuddle together.
"I... this... WOW. That was downright incredible!"
Amy took a deep breath and sighed, then extended that
magical tongue of hers and licked away at Pamela's thigh.
"It will get much better, babydoll. Trust me. I have a
feeling that this will be the best summer of our lives!"
"Winter, sweetheart," I gasped in response. "Remember
that it is winter-time in this part of the world."
Pamela made eye contact with me and offered the most
heartfelt, sincere smile anyone had ever bestowed upon me
before. A wave of love seemed to wash over her pristine
face all at once as she cooed, "This already is the best
summer-slash-winter of my life, Amy." Her face sparkling,
Pamela winked an eye and blew a kiss in my direction.
Suddenly, the thought of Devon flashed across my mind. I
still wanted to be with her, and calm whatever fears she had
about her feelings toward me. It was certainly fine in my
book if Devon wanted to love me. I thought that was great
and everything, but as I lay in the aftermath of what had
been a magnificent three-some, I began to wonder...
While Devon had made her feelings about me loud and clear
to Camille (as I eavesdropped on them), I debated whether
or not Pamela felt the same, exact way about me. Was Pamela
in love with me the very same way that Devon seemed to be?
Although Devon had been very open and forthright with her
feelings thus far, Pamela did drop a powerful, yet indirect
hint, about me in the library earlier. I was - I am quoting
here - _THE PERFECT MAN_. Pamela said so herself.
Now, I felt confused. Why was I so excited and eager to
get together with Devon when it seemed as if Pamela was
everything that I had ever wanted in woman? Furthermore,
it appeared as if Pamela was in love with me herself. It
seemed very simple. I believe Pamela was in love with me.
I think I was in love with Pamela. We should be together.
Why was I even entertaining thoughts of Devon?
Whatever the reason was, I soon realized that my wish
from earlier was going to come true when Amy suggested that
I climb into bed with her and Pamela, the idea being that we
would all eventually fall asleep together. It sounded like
an excellent idea to me, of course. I got in and settled
down upon the center of the mattress, then had Pamela lay
her head on one shoulder, with Amy's on the other.
As the centerpiece of a Pamela and Amy sandwich, I was
surprised that I got any sleep at all. It was difficult to
doze off - and when I did, stay that way and _not_ wake up -
because their beautiful, naked bodies continually squirmed
and writhed against me all throughout the night. It seemed
as if I had gone to bed with two world-famous centerfolds...
Maybe Pamela could marry me in the future, and Amy could
be our live-in playmate. Hey... that was my best idea yet!
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