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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 2 of ??  :  Revised!
--> M/F, F/F and just about everything else
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   My arms folded, a smile was upon my face as I stood near
the entrance to the recreation room.  Inside, Lindsay was
lounging upon one of the leather floor cushions, a pair of
earphones atop her head, with an accompanying walkman radio
clipped to her belt.  Lindsay's tender body was swaying back
and forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed
whatever music that was playing within her ears.  Up to this
point, at least, Lindsay did not realize that I was silently
admiring her immense beauty from this short distance.
   Even after all the things I have been through with her,
Lindsay still appeared to be nothing more than a delicious,
tempting, innocent little girl every time I laid my eyes upon
her.  Her pristine, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a
bushy pony-tail was enough to drive me 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.  Was there anything NOT to like about this goddess?
   I guess Lindsay would always feel a bit insecure about her
body, but I absolutely adored her smallish-sized breasts.
They emphasized her youthful look and exuberance to an even
greater extent.  At least, her thoughts of one day having a
D-cup like Amy and Devon had dissipated greatly over the past
year or so.  The last thing she needed was plastic surgery.
I would be most disappointed if she chose to go that route.
   At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, Lindsay was the sweetest, most
tantalizing thing in the whole, wide world to me.  Everything
about her - at least in my eyes - was positively flawless.
Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was
even more perfect - if possible - on the inside.  She was a
total sweetheart whose outgoing nature could endear her to
anyone.  She was the type other people gravitated toward.
   Lindsay was my drug; my addiction in life - but there was
no cure.  Of course, I did not want to be cured.  I wanted to
throw myself into Lindsay and revel in her countless charms
from now until the end of eternity.  Even, beyond eternity...
   During my brief marriage to Pamela, I often thought of her
as the matriarch of this island.  Pamela had always been a
very serene and loving sort, and cared for all of the other
ladies just as much as I did.  Our relationship ended in a
tragic fashion, indeed, but I still thought of Pamela as the
matriarch of the island.  I could never bestow that title
upon someone else.  I would forever associate it with Pamela.
   But if Pamela was the matriarch of the island, Lindsay was
surely its princess.  I have often referred to her as a
princess, but never once was that term taken out of context
or exaggerated.  Lindsay WAS a princess.  Not only did she
look like one, but my wife had the inner qualities and caring
attitude that others could look toward and pattern themselves
after - like a true princess.  This planet would be a much
better place if more people in it had Lindsay's personality.
   As she sat upon the leather floor cushion, listening to
her walkman radio with its earphones on her head, I offered
Lindsay yet another smile.  She still hadn't realized that I
was at the doorway, watching her.  I knew I was an extremely
fortunate man to have an angel such as this as my wife.  I
cannot stress how important this one woman was to me.  The
term "love" cannot begin to describe my feelings for her.
   Lindsay wore a white stretch top, which showed a generous
amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders.
The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy,
off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most
appealing.  Her little breasts were jutting outward from
underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed.
I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra.
   In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts
which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along
both her front and back pockets.  The 19-year-old's legs were
trim and slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and
both sported a very rich, deep tan.  Lindsay's legs were so
lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshipping
them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time.
   Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along
with leather hiking boots.  As she continued to listen to
her walkman radio, I could do nothing but stare and gaze at
my young wife's wondrous beauty.  She was beyond perfection.

                           * * *

   I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek
arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind.  I
quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the
beautiful and enchanting Kristanna smiling right back at me.
   The 22-year-old's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing
as it cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish
ringlets.  Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her
face glow in an exotic fashion.  Even better, the mini-dress
that Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a
tantalizing view of her lush cleavage.  The Norwegian was
gorgeous, sexy and perfectly dressed for what awaited her.
   "Do you like it?" Kristanna asked me, offering a full view
as she spun around upon a high-heel.  "I'm looking forward to
visiting that dance-club in Lima later tonight."
   "Do I like it?" I returned, my eyes appraising her body
from head to toe.  "I absolutely love it."
   Kristanna glanced over at Lindsay for a quick moment, then
offered me a playful smile.  "Were you just going to stand
here and watch her until she noticed you?"
   "I like watching Lindsay," I said, eyeing my young bride
as she continued listening to her radio, still oblivious to
our presence behind her.  I focused upon her denim-clad ass
and added, "Watching Lindsay is my favorite past-time."
   "I can see why," Kristanna said, her eyes now glaring at
the precious 19-year-old.  As Lindsay twitched her hips in a
subtle, yet sexy motion, Kristanna licked her lips and then
looked at me with a wide-eyed expression.
   "I think I better get down to the docks," she told me.
"I'll be waiting for you on the boat, Jeremy."  Kristanna
offered Lindsay another quick glance before adding, "If I
don't, I may not be able to control myself much longer.
That little girl is too much temptation for me."
   "I know the feeling," I countered, grinning.  "I'll be at
the harbor in five minutes, and we'll set sail for Lima."
   "See you there," she smiled, before turning and walking
away with a sexy strut.  I kept my eyes trained on the
lovely blonde until she turned the corner and disappeared
from view.  Then, I turned my attention back toward Lindsay.
   I slowly but surely made my way into the recreation room,
and closed the distance between us.  With my right hand, I
reached out and gently patted Lindsay's tight, little ass,
which caused her to immediately turn and look at me.  A big
smile came to her face as she first turned her walkman radio
off, then slipped its earphones from atop her blonde head.
   "What were you listening to?" I asked, curious.  "Looks
like you were training to be a dancer in some music video."
   "I was listening to Britney!" the little vixen replied,
her eyes glowing in their usual, vibrant manner.  "Hmmmmm...
what I wouldn't give to stick my face between that girl's
thighs, and lick her pussy for hours on end!"
   My eyes widened in response to that comment, as my cock
went rigid with absolute desire.  Just the simple thought of
my adorable wife and the pop diva in such a situation was
more than enough to get me excited.
   Lindsay giggled at my predicament and said, "Let me guess.
You're here to tell me that you're ready to go to Peru with
Kristanna, and neither of you will be back for several hours.
Am I right, Jeremy?"
   "Pretty much," I told her.  "I already spoke to Devon and
Amy earlier.  You three going to be alright, here all alone?"
   "Of course," Lindsay assured me, flicking her wrist for
emphasis.  "We'll get some ice cream and sit up and talk for
a long time.  Take 'Kris out, Jeremy, and show her a good
time.  She hasn't been off the island since arriving here."
   "Devon and Amy say they plan on showing you a good time
tonight too, sweet princess," I grinned.
   "I'm sure they do!" she countered, giggling.  "Amy is
probably sorting and indexing all of her sex toys right now.
With any luck, she and Devon will use all of them on me."
   My cock twitched with arousal once more as I pressed my
lips to Lindsay's forehead and kissed her there.  I offered
her another gentle pat on the ass, then smiled and said, "I
love you, princess.  You probably won't see me again until
tomorrow morning.  Have a good time with Devon and Amy."
   "YOU have a good time with Kristanna," she chirped,
playfully pushing me away from her.  "Go!  Have fun!  Go!"
I took a step back on my own, then Lindsay rushed forward
and threw both arms around my shoulders.  "I love you too!"

                           * * *

   One of the new routines I wanted to establish amongst my
three wives, as well as our housekeeper Kristanna, was to
take one of them to the mainland every Friday night and let
them do as they wish.  Since we returned from Anguilla two
weeks ago, I had already took Devon and Amy out on Friday
night excursions.  This week, it was Kristanna's turn in the
so-called rotation.  Next week, Lindsay would have her own
opportunity before the rotation reset itself.
   Kristanna did a little bit of research of what to do in
Lima, and opted for one of its upscale, trendy nightclubs,
which was located in the heart of the city.  We traveled by
boat from the island to the city harbor, which took about an
hour or so, and then docked there.  I had already made prior
arrangements with a limousine service, so a ride was waiting
for us as we stepped off the big boat.

   Even amongst a group of (mostly) Peruvian citizens, all
eyes were on Kristanna as the two of us waited in line at
the popular nightclub.  After all, why wouldn't people want
to look at Kristanna and admire her in that outrageously
sexy mini-dress she had on?  She looked like a world-class
model among all the local citizens.
   I also got the sense that most of the men in the vicinity
were jealous of me because Kristanna had latched herself onto
my arm and was talking up a storm.  It was a good feeling to
have, at least on my part.  Too many times in the past, I had
been among the ones who silently stared at beautiful women,
and wished that I was the guy holding her hand - not the
joker with her.  Now, I found myself as the joker...
   Once we entered the packed nightclub, I was immediately
overwhelmed by the loud, glaring music and the outlandish
decor.  An alternative-rock band was playing as the highly
sophisticated lighting system dazzled my senses and made
everything seem as if the world was spinning.  The purple
and black colors that the nightclub was primary adorned in
made it difficult, along with the lighting, to make my way
through.  I could barely see anything as I kept bumping into
tables.  Give me my peaceful, tranquil island anytime!
   Kristanna seemed right at home in this raucous atmosphere,
however, so I simply let her guide me by the hand to wherever
it was that she wanted to go.  Soon, I realized that we were
in the middle of the central dance floor.  "Let's get crazy!"
she screamed at me over the booming music, her eyes sparkling.
   Kristanna grasped my hand even tighter and began to bump
and grind her body to the music, but then was momentarily
disappointed as the wild song came to a sudden end.  Just as
quickly, however, the live band resumed things with a slow,
tender love song.  This was more my taste.
   Kristanna snuggled closer to me, wrapping her slender arms
around my neck and planting the side of her lovely face upon
my chest.  I encircled her frail waist with both arms, and
linked my hands together as the intoxicating fragrance of her
perfume flooded my senses.  Our bodies began to move and sway
about in a tender rhythm as I suddenly felt at ease.
   Kristanna withdrew her head from my chest and stared into
my eyes, a look of pure happiness upon her face.  "Thank
you," she silently mouthed, as the band then changed songs
once again.  This time, the beat was so fast and maddening
that I knew I would be unable to keep up with it.
   Not having that problem, Kristanna slipped from my arms
and began to move about the dance floor with the grace of a
ballerina and the power of a gymnast, her long-flowing blonde
hair whipping and flailing about wildly.  I tried to match
her effort, but found it was to no avail.  It suddenly seemed
as if Kristanna was dancing with everyone on the stage at the
same time, the deafening music dulling my senses.
   The Norwegian bombshell seemed to sense my predicament as
she stopped dancing and latched onto my hand.  She led me to
a nearby corner of the club, where there was an empty table.
Kristanna's eyes seemed to survey the entire building as she
told me above the music, "We can take a break, Jeremy.  Do
you mind getting me a drink?  Some club soda, perhaps?"
   "I'd love to," was my response, as Kristanna smiled and
took a seat at the table.  I glanced around the club and
realized that the bar was on the other side.  I returned my
focus toward Kristanna and hollered, "I'll be back soon!"

   As I walked toward the bar, I placed a hand to my head
and held it there.  I had not been in a place so wild and
raucous since I was a teen-ager - and that was a long time
ago.  I guess it's a definite sign that I am getting older,
though I am only 28, when I wonder how people could truly
enjoy an atmosphere such as this.
   But at the same time, I was happy that Kristanna was
having a good time.  I could handle the massive headache
that tonight would bring me as long as Kristanna enjoyed
herself.  That was the most important thing to me.
   I then realized that Lindsay, being the very wild and
adventurous type, would absolutely love this nightclub.  I
privately wondered if she would ask that I bring her here
next Friday night after conferring with Kristanna about it.
Could I handle this place two weeks in a row?
   I waited a good five or ten minutes at the bar to be
served, and finally wound up ordering the club soda which
Kristanna had asked me for.  I then made my way back toward
the table on the opposite side of the spacious floor, but
stopped halfway there and almost dropped the drinking glass.
   Kristanna was still seated at the table, but had a pair
of men flanked on either side of her.  There were smiles and
laughs all around as I watched them interact with each other
from afar.  The men, who appeared to be U.S. citizens (most
likely here on business), were both a few years older than
me.  One of them was a muscular-looking black man, while
the other was tall and skinny, with brown hair.
   I inwardly wondered if Kristanna still wanted me to
bring the club soda to her, or stay back and allow her to
continue her lively discussion with the pair of men.
   Unsure what to do, I took the safe route and found an
empty table of my own.  I shot Kristanna a glance, but she
was too immersed with the pair of guys to even notice me.
Taking a deep breath, I downed a swig of the club soda and
slumped down into the chair.  Where was Lindsay, Devon or
Amy right now, when I needed a hug?  I did not particuarly
enjoy this sudden feeling of loneliness...

                           * * *

   It was another minute or two until I looked up and saw
Kristanna, along with her two new boyfriends, standing
before me.  The young woman seemed to be alive with vibrant
energy as she shouted over the music, "Jeremy, I want you to
meet Michael and Darius.  Guys, this is Jeremy."
   I nodded my head at the pair of men, who seemed a bit too
excited as they hovered close to the beautiful Kristanna.
She placed her mouth and a single hand near my ear and said,
"Jeremy, Michael and Darius invited me to their hotel room."
My eyes nearly exploded in shock as the 22-year-old went on,
"I told them I would go, but only if you could too, and it
was also alright with you."  She giggled and concluded, "I
told them that you are my fiance, and you like to watch."
   An even mixture of apprehension and excitement coursed
throughout my entire body as I nodded my head, as if on
impulse, at her.  Kristanna flashed me that charming smile
of hers, then motioned with her head for me to follow them.
"The hotel is just across the street," one of the two guys
(Michael) offered, his eyes never leaving the bombshell.
   The pair of men wasted no time as they literally dragged
Kristanna out of the wild nightclub.  I tagged along behind
and realized that Kristanna was walking with a little more
shake in her hips than usual.  It was clearly obvious that
she was going to let these two guys have their way with her,
but also wanted to put on a show for them beforehand.
   The seductress moaned and writhed about in pleasure as
halfway across the street, the African-American man (Darius)
grabbed her ass with his big hand and squeezed it roughly.
Michael had his own arm wrapped tightly around Kristanna's
statuesque body, and was holding her close.
   Darius even went so far as to lift the hem of the blonde's
sexy mini-dress, fully exposing her luscious ass, which was
barely concealed by a tiny G-string.  Kristanna giggled in
pure lust as she quickly smoothed her dress back down, not
wanting anyone to see her exposed on this public street.
   As we soon entered the hotel and walked through its lobby,
all eyes were on Kristanna once again.  With two men who had
eager expressions upon their faces on either side of her,
along with another tagging along behind them (me), things
should have been obvious to everyone in the hotel - Kristanna
was going to have a very eventful evening.
   I followed the trio into the elevator against the far
wall, and Michael pushed the button for the 12th floor.
Fortunately for them, the elevator was old and it moved
slowly.  Darius had his hands on Kristanna's tight ass now,
massaging it roughly through her little mini-dress, as he
ravaged her mouth with his own.  Clearly, the 22-year-old
was enjoying herself with this burly-looking black man.
   Not to be outdone, Michael slid his body in close behind
Kristanna, grabbing two handfuls of her taut breasts.  She
moaned and growled in satisfaction, her head now tilted to
the side as her feverish kiss with Darius continued.
   I stood in the corner and watched the proceedings, not
wanting to interrupt.  I remembered Kristanna telling Devon
one day while all of us were still in Anguilla that until
meeting Lindsay and Amy, she had never had sex with two or
more people at the same time.  This, quite obviously, would
be her first-ever time with two men at once.  The heated
expression upon her face spoke volumes about her inner lust.
   Once the elevator finally reached the 12th floor, Michael
ran to a nearby room and unlocked its door, then ushered all
of us in.  My eyes were glued to Kristanna's ass, of course,
as it jiggled and twitched as she made her way into the room.
   The hotel suite was a typical size, with a pair of beds,
a desk and cabinet, and a television.  The man locked the
door behind us, then Kristanna wiggled out of Darius' strong
arms and turned to face Michael.
   "You'll get your turn with me soon enough," she told him,
before focusing her attention upon Darius once more.  "I'd
like to have Darius first, though.  I've always wondered
what it would be like to be with a big, strong, black man."
   Michael offered a begrudging smile in response, but nodded
his head and seemed to accept Kristanna's words.  Darius
would get her first, but at least Michael would have plenty
of opportunity with her a bit later on.  He banked on that.
   On the other hand, Darius was beaming with pure arousal as
Kristanna dutifully dropped to her knees just before him.
The enraged vixen unbuckled Darius' belt and pulled his
slacks downward, then did the same to his briefs.  Her blue
eyes flashed with fascination as his (rather large) shaft
popped out, and wobbled before her face in an obscene manner.
   Darius' grin became even wider as Kristanna took his cock
into her right hand and stroked it.  The blonde's face was
awash with total excitement.  She glanced my way for a quick
instant and I nodded my head in response at her.  Then,
Kristanna re-focused upon Darius and guided the tip of his
throbbing cock into her soft, little mouth.
   Kristanna bobbed her head up-and-down over his erection a
few times in succession, her eyes now locked upon Darius'
face.  I could tell just by her reactions that Darius had
the biggest cock she had ever been a witness to.  Kristanna
gripped its base with her hand and then really went to town
on it, her head now bobbing away at a frantic speed.  Her
plump lips were stretched thin as she then swallowed as much
of his length as she possibly could, which wasn't half of it.
   Kristanna then withdrew Darius' cock from her mouth and
licked it in the open air, while also swiping away at his
testicles with her velvety tongue.  Not only was Darius fully
hard, but so was Michael.  The other man had his cock out and
was busy stroking it while watching Kristanna please and
orally service Darius upon her knees.
   My shaft had definitely reached its full potential as
well, but I felt a bit self-conscious about yanking it out
and whacking off with two men (strangers) also present.  I
was not sure that I could do such a thing.
   Still wearing her slinky, black mini-dress, Kristanna
slowly moved upward, dragging her breasts first across
Darius' legs, then his cock, his stomach and finally his
chest.  She pressed her lips to his mouth and offered him a
heated kiss, her tongue swirling about wildly.
   Kristanna broke the kiss, but the look upon her face told
me that she was incredibly turned on.  She yanked the hem of
her mini-dress upward, then reached underneath it and slipped
her G-string down and off.  Obviously wanting that big cock
inside of her, Kristanna first aligned her sweet pussy, then
lowered herself onto it and growled out like a wild animal.
   "Oh yeah..." the Norwegian sighed, clutching her breasts
with both hands through the mini-dress, as she squirmed and
writhed about upon the monster erection.  Soon, Darius placed
both of his hands upon her hips and held on tightly, then
forced her to bounce and flop about upon his shaft.
   In response, Kristanna began to scream and wail out in
utter passion, which only caused Darius to intensify his
movements.  The man roughly pushed Kristanna up-and-down
over his shaft as she placed both hands upon his chest,
using it as a balancing point.  The two seemed to really
be into this, but suddenly Darius lifted Kristanna off of
his erection and smiled at her, his breathing ragged.
   "Let's go doggie-style, blondie," Darius huffed, as
Kristanna completely withdrew herself from his shaft.  She
seemed to miss it being inside of her almost immediately,
but tried to remedy the situation as quickly as possible by
literally ripping the mini-dress from her body.
   After disposing of her bra, the 5-foot-11 Kristanna stood
up and strutted over to the bed, then leaned over at the
waist and placed both hands upon the mattress for support.
Her ass perched high in the air, with her incredibly long
legs on display as she bent over, Kristanna glanced over her
shoulder as Darius prepared to enter her from behind.
   Standing directly behind her, Darius plunged his cock
into the exotic blonde and began pounding away at a much
more intense, frenetic pace.  Holding onto her hips, Darius
was completely in control of the action as his body pistoned
back-and-forth like a high-octane engine, his huge erection
blazing a deep trail within her scrumptious pussy.

   Finally deciding that he could no longer withstand being
just a voyeur, Michael grasped his cock and went over to the
bed.  He took a seat there and positioned himself so that
his own erection was within reach of Kristanna's mouth as she
was bent over, receiving the hammer treatment from Darius.
   Kristanna let out a moan, seemingly a bit overwhelmed,
but quickly opened and then closed her mouth over Michael's
pulsating shaft.  She obviously tried her best to give him a
good and proper blowjob, but the hot, powerful sensations as
Darius invaded her from behind seemed to be too much.
   That was definitely the case with Michael, who was so
excited that he emptied his spermy load in Kristanna's mouth
just a matter of seconds after inserting his cock into it.
Michael growled out in wild, intense arousal as Kristanna
momentarily choked on his semen, but she recovered quickly
and promptly guzzled the gooey juices down her hungry throat.
   Roaring out like a wild animal, Michael withdrew his cock
from Kristanna's mouth as Darius offered her pussy another
powerful thrust with his hips.  He suddenly stopped, however,
his hands still clutching her ass with a vice-tight grip.
   "I see that you like cum, baby," Darius said, trying to
catch his breath.  "I have a lot of it for you down here."
   Without even a hesitation on her part, Kristanna turned
and dropped down to her knees once more, and took the man's
huge erection into her mouth.  She frantically slurped away
upon it for several seconds, but then pulled the throbbing
monster out and aimed it directly at her immaculate face.
   Darius grinned and moaned in satisfaction as his first
blast of sperm landed upon Kristanna's awaiting tongue, after
which some of it began to dribble out of her mouth and onto
her firm, taut breasts.
   Next, Darius came all over Kristanna's face and mouth -
so much so, in fact, that it dripped from her tongue, her
cheeks and chin.  A second or two later, there were thick
globs of semen all over the blonde's mouth, face and chest.
I wondered how a single man could produce so much sperm.
   "What a wonderful piece of fuck-meat," Darius groaned in
the aftermath.  "It's been awhile since I had a white girl.
Now I remember why I miss them so much."
   Some people may have been offended by such words, but
Kristanna was so turned on and aroused that she simply
stared up at Darius and smiled at him in warm delight.
Still holding his (now) deflated cock, her alluring eyes
never once left his as she swiped away at his testicles.
   "You got yourself a wonderful fiance, man," Darius said
to me, looking my way.  I smiled inwardly, wondering what
his reaction would be if the sweet-as-silk Lindsay or the
irresistible Devon was his partner, instead of Kristanna.
Could Darius even handle the totally ravenous Amy?  She
could take that cock of his and make him feel small.
   "'Krissy is quite special," I nodded, seated in a nearby
chair.  My cock felt as though it was about to burst within
my slacks.  Even through her adventures with my three wives,
as well as myself, I had thought of Kristanna as the pure
and wholesome type since first meeting her several weeks ago.
Now, however, the young woman was a raging nymphomaniac.
   That point was validated as Kristanna turned her head and
noticed that the other man, Michael, had developed a second
erection.  She immediately licked her lips at the mere sight,
then motioned for him to come closer as she sprawled herself
all over the bed, upon her back.
   Wasting absolutely no time, Michael mounted Kristanna in
the missionary position and hooked both of her legs over his
shoulders.  He then guided his hard cock into her pussy and
a very short time later, was banging away at her with every
last ounce of strength within his body.
   The pair of strangers grunted and growled as their bodies
violently slapped together in the wild throes of passion.
The action between them was fast and furious, and loaded
with a mixture of uncontrollable moans and loud screams.  I
silently feared that Michael may split Kristanna in half.
   Darius took a step back and watched, along with me, as
Michael absolutely pulverized Kristanna in the missionary
position.  He drilled her long and hard, but soon, lost his
stamina as his cock simply erupted within the confines of
her tight, silken pussy.
   Michael continued to roar out and scream as he experienced
the joy of orgasm, while the blonde enchantress beneath him
did the same as she dealt with her own inner feelings and
sensations.  Then, Michael collapsed on top of the overheated
Kristanna in a very blissful, satisfied heap.

                           * * *

   "Let me get this straight," I said to the 22-year-old
several hours later, as both of us were perched inside the
limousine as it whisked us away to the marina.  "Your only
intent in going to that dance-club was to pick up a guy?"
   "Yup," Kristanna grinned, her hair - which had been
styled to absolute perfection earlier - now all wild and
dishelved.  Her slinky mini-dress had a series of small rips
and tears in it, and Kristanna smelled like a whorehouse (due
to the sperm which had been caked-onto her skin) as she was
curled up next to me in the limousine.  "But it turned out
much better, because I picked up two guys instead of one."
   I smiled at her and said, "Lindsay and Devon played that
game a lot when we went on vacation in Scotland earlier this
year.  They were the two most popular girls in the hotel we
stayed at, and for good reason."  I paused and added, "Why
didn't you just tell me that you wanted to pick someone up?"
   "It's always been a fantasy of mine - to meet someone in
a club like that, and then have sex with them," Kristanna
replied.  "I mean, I really knew nothing about those guys
except for their names.  But doing that, it made me feel so
slutty and raunchy.  It's always been a fantasy for me.  I
just didn't want you to know about it before it happened."
   I chuckled softly and told her, "I was glad to get out of
that club.  The music in there was way too loud for me.  And
all those lights - my head was spinning."
   "The island has made you too soft," she told me, a slight
grin upon her face.  "You're too used to laying in a hammock
and drinking coconut juice.  A club such as that is how a lot
of people my age like to spend their time.  Your age, too."
   "I think I'll stick with the island," I smiled.  "As long
as Lindsay, Devon and Amy wish to stay there, at least."
   "It is a beautiful place," she nodded.  "But still, I
need nights like this every now and then to go out and
really get crazy.  I had a great time tonight."
   "With all that cock," I mused, "you should have.  You had
both of those guys two or three times apiece."
   She smiled and offered, "I'm still buzzing from it.  Just
wait until I tell the other girls when we get home."
   "They will want to know every detail," I advised her.
   Still smiling, Kristanna reached between my legs and
caressed the huge lump within my trousers.  "You've had
that big thing all night long, Jeremy.  You should have
joined us.  I would have loved to have three cocks at once."
   "Sir, hemos llegado el embarcadero," came the driver's
voice over the intercom, speaking in his native Spanish.
"usted tiene gusto ahora de salir, o permanece en el
limousine un poco mientras que mas de largo?"
   "What was that?" Kristanna wondered, looking at me.  "What
did the man say?  Or do you know?"
   "We're at the marina, and it's time to go home," I told
her, before responding back to the driver and telling him,
in his own language, to open the door and let us out.
   "Are you going to tip him?" Kristanna asked.
   "Of course I'm going to tip him," I countered.  "He waited
a good four or five hours for us without leaving once."
   Kristanna smiled and rubbed the big bulge within my slacks
once again.  "Wait until we get on the boat, Jeremy, and into
the open sea.  You helped bring one of my fantasies to life
tonight.  It will then be MY turn to tip YOU."  As Kristanna
tightly squeezed my shaft with her hand, I gulped my throat
and swallowed hard in anticipation.

   It was going to be an interesting ride back home...


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