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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 5 of ?? (Revision 3.5)
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The day after my first afternoon (and evening) with the
enchanting Devon, I felt so lively and energized inside that
it seemed as if I may just spontaneously combust. I was
somewhere up in the clouds. My feet definitely were not
touching the ground as I walked about on this beautiful,
wondrous day. I felt like singing in unison with all of the
chirping birds across the island. I was in love!
Is there a better feeling in the whole, wide world? I
certainly cannot think of one. For the first time since my
ex-fiancee, Victoria, left me standing (and whimpering) at
the altar some ten years ago, it seemed as if I now had a
purpose in life; a direction. I had a centerpiece. I had a
reason to wake up each morning, and face the day.
Devon.
Devon had made me feel things about not only myself, but
also life in general, that I never experienced until just
yesterday. We may have known one another for a mere four
days, but I was totally in love with Devon. I found it
difficult to believe, but it was true. I was lost in her,
and never wanted to find my way out. She was - dare I say -
the woman that I eventually wanted to marry.
My original intent was to evaluate all six of the ladies
I had brought with me to the island over the whole ten week
span before coming to a decision about which of them I liked
most. I certainly realized that there was a chance that I
could reach that decision earlier than expected - perhaps at
the five or six week mark. However, never in my wildest
dreams did I think I would fall this far in love so fast.
Devon had just blown my socks off (among other things).
It was insane, indeed. I really did not know any true
specifics about Devon, or her life. I knew nothing of her
family except that she did not get along with her parents.
What was their problem, anyway? What type of music did Devon
enjoy listening to? Did she have a favorite television show
or actor/actress? How about sports? Was Devon an athlete,
or did she simply like to watch? Did she like sports at all?
What appealed to her more? A wild night out on the town, or
staying home and eating a pizza? I had no idea, but...
The one thing I definitely did know about Devon was that I
wanted to be with her. That was the only thing that really
mattered, correct? I wanted to caress and hold Devon in my
arms, and never let her go. I wanted to shower her face and
lips with an endless array of kisses. I wanted to listen to
Devon coo and cavort about how much I meant to her, too.
Being witness to the sincere, loving smile that flashed
across Devon's gorgeous, immaculate face each time she caught
a glimpse of me literally made my heart skip a beat. Devon
gave me butterflies in my stomach whenever I thought of her.
I wanted to cherish every inch of her heavenly body. I
wanted to be with her from now until the end of eternity.
Unfortunately, I had not saw Devon for the past couple
of hours on this balmy Thursday afternoon. She and I took
a walk on the beach together after breakfast, but we then
parted ways and promised to meet up with one another later.
Devon had something planned with Stephanie, while I needed
to catch up on some computer work in my personal suite.
During my Internet travels, I received an e-mail that
made me feel even happier. It was from Kristanna.
Mentioned a couple of times in the previous chapters of
this story, Kristanna was the one person who helped me plan
everything about these ten weeks. It was her idea that I
bring a collection of women with me to the island in the
first place. Without her help and input, all of the ladies
would still be living in their respective hometowns and I
would be, unfortunately, right here - all alone.
Kristanna badly wanted to be here to meet and greet all
of the ladies upon their arrival three days ago. She and I
were going to oversee and watch them from the very beginning.
However, Kristanna ran into some passport problems in her
native Norway and could not make it here in time.
However, the e-mail I received did confirm what she had
told me on the telephone yesterday - Kristanna would be
arriving on the island sometime tomorrow evening. I simply
could not wait for that time to come, because I knew that
Kristanna would fit in quite nicely with the others.
A luscious 23-year-old who split her life between Oslo and
California, Kristanna was not only beautiful, but bi-sexual
as well. I figured that all of the other ladies would feel
lust-at-first-sight when they laid their eyes upon her. I'm
quite certain that Kristanna would feel the same way, too.
I do not want to elaborate too much about her just yet,
but again, Kristanna was the major reason why this fantasy
had been made into a reality for me. I cannot begin to say
how much she helped me with every facet of the preparation,
from planning to research, book-work and even equipment
installation. Without her, none of this would be possible.
The charming Norwegian also helped me get by on those
particular days when I needed some... female companionship.
As one could expect, there were lots of days like that -
especially with a woman such as Kristanna as my option.
I re-read her message one more time, then sat back at the
computer desk and smiled to myself. In a little more than
24 hours, I said inwardly, I would be reunited with my best
friend in the whole, wide world. Kristanna was someone I
trusted. It had been three long weeks since we last saw one
another. Unfortunately, it seemed more like three years.
I wanted to give Kristanna a big hug and thank her because
she was the primary reason why Devon and I were together. I
will go into more detail about her in the future.
Speaking of Devon and wrapping my arms around someone in a
loving embrace, I was starting to miss her a little too much.
I wanted to take Devon out on another romantic walk and hold
her hand at the same time. I wanted to bring that hand to my
lips and kiss it tenderly, while also stressing to her just
how wonderful she made me feel. I wanted to luxuriate in
everything that this incredible young woman had to offer.
I would not have to go far to search for her, though. A
quick trip to the adjacent voyeur room would tell me exactly
where my sweet Devon was on this beautiful, sunny afternoon.
Just as I was about to enter the secret chamber, a knock
came to the front door of my personal suite. Intrigued, I
threw on a pair of shorts and hurried over to the door.
Thinking that my prayers had suddenly been answered, I
grabbed sweet, beautiful Devon by the shoulders and pulled
her into the room with me. She offered a smile, but then
gasped as I smashed my mouth upon hers for a feverish kiss.
Devon's eyes were wide, perhaps in shock, once I released
her after ten seconds of the hardest kiss I had ever given
to anyone in my life. I did not need the voyeur room after
all! Devon came here looking for me on her own.
"What's with you?" she asked, her tone squealy.
I took a deep breath and knew that I had to settle down.
"I am just happy to see you, mi'lady. Did you come here to
spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with me?"
"A repeat of yesterday would be WONDERFUL," Devon gushed,
before glancing around the suite. "Though, there are no
candles." She offered a playful pout and asked, "Why?"
"I removed all of them this morning after you left, dear.
I can set them back up if you want..."
"Oh no, I was just kidding," she snickered, placing her
left hand upon my wrist. With her right, she then held up a
closed shopping bag and flaunted it before my eyes. "I have
a surprise for you, Jeremy. Something special."
"Then the surprise must be you," I told her immediately,
grinning. "Because nothing is more special than you."
"Oh... you're good," the blonde chuckled. "No, it's not
me. But it is something that you will enjoy."
Next, Devon giggled with pure delight as I immediately
latched onto her shoulders with both of my hands and pushed
her down upon the bed. I then pinned her delicate wrists to
the mattress and attacked her mouth with my own, kissing
her with a hunger and ferocity that was unparalleled.
But even as our wet tongues twirled together in the most
erotic of fashions, Devon began to moan and squirm about as
if she was suddenly uncomfortable. Thus, I quickly broke
our shared kiss, but breathed a definite sigh of relief as
she smiled back at me in return and kissed my cheek.
"My surprise!" she squealed, her blue eyes flashing as
she glared up at me. "Don't forget that I have a surprise!"
Devon wiggled free of my clutches, then deftly slid out from
underneath me upon the bed. Next, she grabbed the mysterious
shopping bag and held it up again. "I need some time to
change and get ready. Is that okay?"
"Is that my surprise?" I grinned, motioning toward the
bag. Devon was going to dress up in a sexy outfit and model
it for me! "Hopefully it is something incredibly skimpy and
tight... perhaps made of silk, or lace. See-through, too."
Devon giggled at my speculation and nodded her head at
me. "I don't think you'll be disappointed, Jeremy." She
lunged forward and pressed her mouth to mine for yet another
tongue-filled kiss. "I'll be right back."
"You promise?" I teased, as she turned and began making
her way toward the adjacent restroom.
"I promise," she replied while looking over her shoulder
at me, flipping her long-flowing blonde hair in the process.
"That girl is gonna drive you insane," I said outloud,
speaking solely to myself, once Devon entered the restroom
across the hall and closed its door behind her. "Totally
insane." I then smiled and rubbed the aching bulge which
was present within my shorts. "Let's hope she does."
I took in a deep breath and stroked myself once again
until there was a knock upon the side door to the suite.
Startled for a moment, I quickly sat up and looked at the
door. Now who in the world could that be?
"Come in," I called out, adjusting my shirt collar. An
instant later, my jaw literally hit the floor.
* * *
Pamela sashayed into the suite looking as hot and as
sinfully sexy as she possibly could. I could not believe my
eyes as Pamela wore a black leather vest, which was zippered
up to only her midriff. Thus, the lacey black bra which
barely concealed her large, heavenly breasts was on display.
It was decorated with flower-print designs and offered a
clear view of her juicy, plump nipples just underneath it.
In addition, Pamela wore a leather mini-skirt which was so
small and low-cut, she might as well not had it on. Fishnet
stockings adorned her legs, and the pair of knee-high boots
looked extremely tantalizing on her. The little mini-skirt,
stockings and boots were black, just like her bra and vest.
With her silky-smooth blonde hair braided up in a stylish,
classy manner, Pamela looked as if she had just stepped out
of one of my ultimate fantasies. My heart was pounding
within my chest as I literally drooled at the luscious woman
standing before me. What was Pamela doing here?
"You were talking about me being a stripper the other
day," the 27-year-old cooed as she closed the door behind
her. "You were making fun of me, too, Jeremy." Pamela
grinned at her own words and added, "I thought you would be
interested if I was to... oh, say... give you a lap dance."
"You're going to dance for me?" I breathed, swallowing
hard. My whole body was alive with heated, intense arousal
as I already knew the answer to that question.
"Yes, I am," the seductress replied, the excitement level
in her sultry voice readily apparent. At the same time,
however, I remembered that Devon was changing into something
more comfortable in the nearby restroom. This time had been
reserved for her. But how could I resist a woman who was as
beautiful as Pamela? I did not want to resist her. But what
if Devon did not approve of me being with Pamela right now?
"Remember the number one rule of lap dancing, Jeremy,"
Pamela chided me, stepping back. "No touching. Got that?"
"No touching?" I exclaimed, somewhat exasperated.
"I don't want to have to punish you for breaking the
rules," she warned, a naughty grin upon her charming face.
The top-heavy blonde took another step back and offered me
a very beguiling smile. An instant later, she cupped and
squeezed her luscious breasts with both hands, their flesh
rolling underneath her touch. Pamela's face came alive as
she purred, "Do you want me to dance for you, Jeremy?"
Unable to speak, I eagerly nodded my head at her. Still,
Devon was on my mind. The last thing I wanted was for her
to be angry with me because I had allowed Pamela to perform
a strip-tease for me. On the other hand, there was no
possible way that I could turn Pamela away from me right now.
I was, after all, a man. And no man could resist this.
"Do I turn you on?" Pamela asked, her voluptuous body
starting to buck and churn about in a sensuous manner. I
quickly sensed that was her standard routine for dancing.
Pamela turned her back and gyrated her shapely ass for me,
which was barely concealed by that mini-skirt, before
spinning back around. Her body kept grinding as she teased,
"I only want to dance for you if it turns you on, Jeremy."
"You're turning me on, big-time," I managed to get out,
my eyes wide as I openly gawked at her. "Trust me."
Pamela pulled her skirt upwards for a brief second - long
enough to flash me a view of her black G-string - before
shoving it back down into place. "Are you getting hard
yet?" she wondered, her tone soft and silky. "I just can't
tell you how much I like nice, hard cocks, Jeremy."
Instead of waiting for me to answer, Pamela simply reached
out with her right hand and rubbed the humungous bulge that
was stationed within my shorts. "Oooooh," she cooed, her
hips swaying back-and-forth in a rhythmic motion. "You are
hard, lover. REAL hard. I like that. I like that a LOT."
With my own hands, I made a move to grasp and latch onto
both of her breasts, but Pamela backed away and shook her
head at me. "No touching!" she reminded me, being playful.
I let out another exasperated moan, but decided to let the
game continue. Soon, I would absolutely ravage this woman.
That is... unless Devon did not allow me to do so.
Pamela then placed both hands upon her head and swayed her
hips for me once again, her breasts jiggling and bouncing
about within the confines of her lacey bra. She trailed
both hands down to those big breasts and cupped them for a
second time, then massaged them. "I like showing off my
body," she said, being coy. "Do you like my body, Jeremy?"
"Oh God... you know I do, Pamela. You're so gorgeous."
There was a bona-fide reason why I found Pamela to be so
very irresistible when she first arrived on the island a
couple of days ago. There was also a reason why she was
my initial favorite. That fully-loaded figure of hers,
which she now flaunted about with the flair of a seasoned,
professional stripper, had something to do with it.
"Ohhhhh," Pamela grinned, now hooking her left leg over
my right knee and straddling me somewhat there. Her body
bounced about in that position for several seconds, but
then she recoiled her leg and stood straight up once more.
"You like my nice, big breasts?" Pamela asked, in total
teasing mode, as she continued to mash and maul them with
her hands. I nodded as she added, "Would you like to see
my breasts, Jeremy? Do you think you would like that?"
"Oh yes," I replied quickly, my cock about to burst within
my shorts. I could not believe how sinful and erotic this
woman was as she bumped and weaved her body about before me.
I could easily tell that Pamela had done a lot of stripping
and dancing over the course of the past several years. It
also seemed as if she enjoyed her sexy handiwork.
Pamela undid the zipper upon her vest-like top, and easily
shrugged it from her shoulders. The garment fell harmlessly
to the floor, and then she unsnapped her lacey black bra in
front. The siren pulled its cups outward, baring her big,
glorious breasts for my eyes to luxuriate in. Pamela tossed
the bra elsewhere, then moaned as she openly massaged and
fondled her naked breasts with both hands.
Pamela brought a finger to her mouth and wet it, then
turned her back to me and giggled. "Like my ass?" she asked,
her hips suddenly undulating in a wicked manner. She bent
over slightly and leaned up hard against my pelvis, then
started to bounce upon it. "Want me to rub my ass all over
your cock like this? Does that feel good, Jeremy?" She
continued bumping her hips upon my pelvis, saying, "You like
my ass all over your cock?" She slapped that curvaceous
backside and cooed, "Is my ass tight enough for you, Jeremy?"
"Oh God..." I trembled. This was much better than any
lap dance that I ever once fantasized about receiving...
Pamela kept up the churning and grinding motion for a few
seconds before finally withdrawing that luscious ass of hers
from my pelvis. She turned back around and trailed both
hands down the front of her body, her hips bucking wildly,
with a smile upon her face, before undoing the zipper upon
the side of her mini-skirt and quickly whisking it away.
I took in a deep breath and shook my head in a mixture of
lust and appreciation as Pamela continued to dance in front
of me, the only articles of clothes remaining on her being a
black G-string, fishnet stockings and knee-high boots.
"You like it when I tease you like this?" Pamela wondered,
still dancing. "You like me doing this, Jeremy?" She paused
and moaned, "Hmmmmm... I know I just love it."
Pamela then dropped to her knees between my widespread
legs, and smiled at the tremendous bulge which was within my
shorts. Her eyes locked upon mine, Pamela extended her tongue
and swiped away at the lump. Her white teeth then clamped
down upon a portion of my shorts' fabric, and she pulled her
head back. She then nuzzled her nose upon my aching erection
and giggled, her eyes never once leaving my face.
The young woman soon rose up to her feet and resumed her
erotic dancing routine. "Want me to take my G-string off
for you?" she asked, unsnapping a button upon the garments'
side which held it together. She held the loose G-string in
front of her pussy for several seconds - teasing me - before
pulling it away and fully exposing herself to me.
"Do you like my pussy?" Pangs of unspeakable lust were
coursing throughout my entire body as Pamela then straddled
my hips. "Like my naked body all over your body?" she
wondered, starting to bounce up and down upon my shaft - as
if we were having sex. I needed to get rid of my shorts!
"HMMMMM... I _LOVE_ feeling your cock between my legs like
this," she moaned, her face flushed with desire. "Your cock
is all big, and hard. Hmmmmm... feels so good!"
My body overcome with lust, I grabbed Pamela's breasts
with both hands and squeezed them roughly. She then jumped
off my lap and scurried backwards, shaking a menacing finger
at me. I sighed as she playfully scolded me, "No touching,
Jeremy! You do that again, and I'll have to tie you up."
My eyes went wide in response to those words as Pamela
dropped to her knees between my widespread legs once again.
She placed both hands upon the side of my hips and looked up
at me with a playful expression, then began to grind her
luscious breasts upon my pelvis in a wanton, lewd manner.
Acting coy and innocent, Pamela continued to gaze up at
me as she snickered, "You look so uncomfortable, Jeremy.
Oh, you poor baby. Let's see if I can make you feel better."
I took in another deep breath as she undid my shorts and
reached within my briefs, then pulled my fully erect cock
out and let it wobble before her eyes in the open air. "Is
that better?" she inquired, still acting innocent. "I think
he needed a breath of fresh air, Jeremy." She giggled once
more, gently stroking and then kissing the tip of my cock.
Pamela stood up and placed both hands upon my head, then
brought my face into contact with her breasts. She rubbed
my face upon those glorious breasts of hers for several
seconds, her hips still undulating, before dropping back down
to her knees between my legs. She pulled my shorts and
briefs downward, fully exposing my shaft.
Pamela tilted her head all the way forward, until its crown
was pointing downward. She then rubbed the back of her head
upon my erection, which nearly caused me to explode. I
loved the feel of her silky-smooth blonde hair upon my skin...
"Why don't you suck it?" I asked her, referring to my
cock, my tone of voice very flat and uneven.
Pamela took a step back upon her knees and flashed me a
look. "Suck it? What type of dancer do you think I am,
Jeremy?" She huffed playfully and added, "Not me..."
Finally, Pamela had pushed me too far.
The stripper grunted and squealed with obvious arousal as
I clutched both of her shoulders with my hands and literally
tossed her onto the bed. Pamela gave me an expectant look as
she gazed up at me, her firm thighs already spread wide and
parted. I licked my lips at the mere sight of her little
pussy, which glistened with its shiny, erotic moisture.
I hesitated for a second or two, but then dove face-first
right between those luscious thighs. Pamela's body tensed
with arousal as I grasped her hips with my hands, my tongue
already flicking itself over and across her swollen slit.
The voluptuous vixen moaned out her approval, her hands
clutching my head, her fingers weaving themselves throughout
my short brown hair. The feel of her fingernails upon my
scalp sent absolute shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Not only did Pamela have a beautiful pussy, but she had a
very delicious one as well. I lapped away at her moist,
tender folds, my tongue darting about wildly, my nose
sniffing and luxuriating in the scent of her womanhood.
That was yet another thing - her pussy smelled wonderful.
Everything about Pamela, in fact, was wonderful...
I inserted a pair of fingers into that sweet pussy and
immediately began to thrust them in-and-out at a rather
torrid pace. Pamela clutched her thighs tightly around my
head, as well as my hand, as I continually forged those
fingers into her. She arched her neck and back high off
the mattress, a series of moans and growls emanating from
deep within her throat. Obviously, Pamela enjoyed this.
Likewise, I was happy to be the one giving her this pleasure.
"Oh yeah..." she sighed, her thighs now loosening the
dual grip upon my head and hand. "Oh yeah, Jeremy... that's
good. That's real good! Hmmmmm... lick my pussy! Lick it!
Hmmmmm... come on, lick it. OH YEAH... there. Right there!
OH GOD... don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
I concentrated on her little nub of a clitoris, gently
trapping it within my mouth and flicking my tongue across it
in rapid-fire succession. Pamela let out a thunderous squeal
in response, then pressed her palms upon the crown of my
head and applied a generous amount of pressure. She arched
her neck and back once again as well, her moans and cries of
arousal quickly becoming more loud and heated.
I released her clitoris from my mouth, only to then offer
it a series of slow, leisurely swipes with my tongue. I got
the sense that Pamela was extremely close to an orgasm, which
was a bit of a surprise to me. I could get off a beautiful
woman like this with my tongue alone, and no foreplay?
Then the thought hit me that the wicked lap dance which
Pamela had earlier given to me must have excited her as well.
It was a combination of both the strip-tease and my oral
worship which would ultimately lead toward her orgasm.
Whatever the case, I bared down with my lips and tongue,
and was intent on bringing the hot, ravenous hellcat to an
earth-shattering climax. Once I inserted a third finger
into her glistening folds and pounded away at them, I had
succeeded. Pamela roared out at the very top of her lungs,
her exquisite pussy literally erupting in a sea of passion.
"HMMMMM... GOD!" she screamed out, her head raised as
she stared down at me. "GOD YES!" My tongue had already
shifted into erotic overdrive, and was busy lapping up the
delicious fruits of my labor. Juices seemed to continually
ooze from Pamela's pussy; and I was quick to gather it with
my tongue and swallow it down my throat. Delicious!
"Hmmmmm... yes," Pamela moaned in the aftermath, after she
had settled her body back down upon the bed. "Yesssss...
Oh Jeremy, you made me cream my pussy." She smiled and
coyly added, "I'm going to have to pay you back for that.
GOD, lover. You made me feel SO GOOD."
"I thought you said I wasn't allowed to touch you," I
grinned, finally raising my head from between the silken
joining of her thighs. "Did you change your mind?"
Pamela moaned and replied, "If you want to lick my pussy
like that, Jeremy, you can do whatever you want!"
"What's going on here?" Oh God... that voice.
DEVON!
I sprung up upon the bed like an alert cat and glanced
back at Devon, who stood near the entrance with both arms
folded in front of her. My heart literally sank within my
chest as I quickly sensed that Devon was upset that I had
been fooling around with Pamela right under her nose...
Pamela sat up as well, then offered both Devon and I a
series of curious looks before saying, "Wait a minute here."
She focused upon me and added, "Are... were you and Devon...
did you two have plans?" She turned toward Devon and gushed,
"I'm sorry - I did not know that Jeremy already had company."
Devon appeared to be a bit miffed because she had just
caught Pamela and I in the act of having sex with each other.
Her posture, as she stood near the front door with both arms
folded in front of her, confirmed my fears. The last thing
I wanted was for her to be angry at me...
However, Devon's tension seemed to ease up as she took in
the wondrous sight of Pamela, whose only remaining wardrobe
were the fishnet stockings and knee-high boots upon her legs.
Devon even licked her lips and offered Pamela a wry grin as
she turned and then did the same for me.
"Looks like you two were having some fun, huh?"
Pamela let loose with a cautious smile and mused, "Yeah...
you could say that. I'm sorry, Devon. I know that you and
Jeremy are real close." My eyes went wide as Pamela added,
"This was all my fault. I came here and seduced him myself.
I had no idea that you were here, too."
"You know that Devon and I are close?" I asked Pamela.
"How? It is supposed to be a secret."
"Word spreads, Jeremy," Pamela responded, looking at me.
"Stephanie..." Devon breathed, shaking her head in a very
disappointed fashion. "She blabbed about us..."
"I think it's great," Pamela grinned. "I hope you two
have a long and happy relationship." She paused and added,
"You just need to understand, Devon, that all of the other
girls here - myself included - need a piece of Jeremy, too.
He is the only man we will see until the end of August."
"Oh, I know," Devon nodded, flashing that smile of hers.
"I guess I was a little shocked to come here and see the two
of you together... that's all. I'm not angry, Pamela." She
licked her lips and added, "You and the other girls need a
man over the next ten weeks. Well, I need women, too."
"Oh?" Pamela grinned, straightening her posture as she
sat upon the large bed. "Do you have something in mind?"
"Actually, I do," Devon purred in response. "Maybe all
of us can get together and have some fun of our own?"
As she hinted at the possibility of a three-some between
herself, Pamela and yours truly, I was able to settle down
and then realized what Devon's so-called surprise truly was.
This gorgeous, breathtaking creature of lust had fluffed up
her hair a bit, and was wearing nothing but a sheer nightie
and an inviting smile upon her face as she looked back at us.
I gulped my throat as I took in the amazing sight that
was Devon. In terms of physical appearance, she was a work
of art. Aside from that enchanting face, Devon had eyes
which could truly mesmerize, along with a winning smile and
an absolutely perfect complexion. Long-flowing blonde hair
cascaded across her slender neck and shoulders, going down
to the quarter-point of her back, in stylish, exotic waves.
I quickly realized that the sheer nightie she had on,
which was a virginal white color, was very similar to the
one Amy had showed up in at my door twice before. Thus, I
wondered to myself if Devon and Amy had been trading ideas
about me? It was an intriguing thought, indeed.
Pamela may have had the large breasts of a highly-paid
exotic dancer, but Devon sported a proud D-cup of her own.
Much like Pamela, Devon's breasts were amazingly firm and
toned. Devon's looked most enticing, too, nestled snugly
underneath the lacey, see-through fabric of her nightie. I
gulped my throat at the mere sight.
As evidenced by her lean, perfectly-proportioned legs,
Devon had a truly spectacular tan. The white nightie she
wore was so small and short that it (literally) did not even
have a hemline. Thus, I could easily tell that Devon was not
wearing any panties underneath it. Her pussy, which was also
clean-shaven, was clearly visible at the silken joining of
her thighs underneath the thin fabric.
Devon was just too much temptation for me - or any other
normal man, for that matter - to handle. My heart was set
to explode as I realized that I had to satisfy Pamela as
well, who was a truly breathtaking woman in her own right.
Could I survive a second three-some in a 48 hour time span?
Pamela and Amy, of course, ravaged me just the other night.
"I would LOVE to have a three-some with you and Jeremy,"
Pamela swooned, her eyes focused upon the charming Devon.
Smiling, Devon nodded her head and then made her way over to
us. She climbed onto the bed and immediately closed the
distance between herself and Pamela. Devon used her right
hand to cup and squeeze one of Pamela's large, bare breasts,
as both ladies wiggled together upon the comfortable bed.
When Pamela offered a moan in response, Devon added her
left hand to the mix as well. Now, she fondled and caressed
Pamela's breasts with both hands. "Does that feel good to
you... honey? It sure does feel good for me."
Pamela nodded her head in approval, her gaze literally
piercing a hole through Devon's eyes and soul.
"I love your breasts too," Pamela purred, extending
both hands and massaging Devon's full mounds through the
little nightie that she wore. "They're so big, and ripe."
"I love your body the way it is," Devon said, tapping
Pamela's nose with a fingertip for added emphasis. "Has
anyone ever told you how pretty you are? I think that you
are the sexiest woman I have ever seen, Pamela."
"You're not so bad yourself," the exotic dancer mused,
placing both of her hands upon Devon's face and holding it
lovingly. "I think you're adorable."
"Come here, Jeremy," Devon said, suddenly turning her
gaze toward me while extending her arm. "I think that you
should get in here with us, too."
I smiled, thankful that the two ladies (or at least one
of them) had even remembered that I was in the room, too.
Thus, I slowly scooted over to the couple upon the bed.
Pamela immediately hopped into my lap, and hooked an arm
around my lower back and held on tightly.
Devon giggled and moved closer, and pressed her lips
to Pamela's mouth for a soft, tender kiss. My cock was
still hard as I watched these two beautiful women swap
their lips and tongues together just in front of me. I
pawed and massaged various parts of Pamela's luscious body
with both hands. She had a truly rounded, tight ass...
"Are you sure I'm not ruining your day?" Pamela asked us.
"I mean... I really did not want to intrude upon the two of
you. I would have never showed up if I knew Jeremy already
had company... I promise you that."
Devon offered her newfound lover a glance before saying,
"You being here makes our afternoon a hundred times better."
An instant later, my eyes went wide as Devon lunged at
Pamela - tackling her and knocking her off of my lap. The
two landed elsewhere on my bed, and then began to forcefully
assault and attack each others' mouths with their own.
"Oh my..." I moaned outloud, getting a good glimpse of
Devon as she hovered over top of Pamela upon her hands and
knees. The sheer nightie Devon had on was riding high on
her hips as she was bent over, and thus, I had a clear,
unobstructed view of the blonde's sweet pussy.
My erection was full and raging as I kept an eye on that
picture-perfect, little pussy. At the same time, both
ladies continued to eagerly kiss, while also groping and
fondling one another's bodies with their hands.
Soon, Devon was sitting atop Pamela's sternum and looking
down at her with nothing but pure lust in her eyes. Pamela
returned the fervid glance with one of her own, while also
still holding and squeezing the 26-year-old's full, rounded
breasts with both hands. I cannot even begin to describe
how aroused I was while witnessing this situation up-close.
When Pamela made eye contact with me, I smiled, taking
that as an open invitation. I moved forward upon my knees
and with Devon's back to me, I hugged her and kissed her
slender neck and shoulders in a loving way. Devon moaned
and tilted her head in response. I then placed my right
hand over top of Pamela's and held it as she continued to
fondle the young woman's immaculate breasts.
A moment later, I decided to lift Devon's sheer nightie
up and over her head. She looked absolutely spectacular in
the tiny wisp of lingerie - no doubt - but I knew that her
appearance would only approve with it off. I held the lacey
garment in my hands momentarily, then tossed it elsewhere.
Now completely nude herself, Devon shot me a quick
glance before turning her attention back toward Pamela.
"How about that?" she asked, her tone playful. "Isn't that
a man for you? I go to all that trouble to pick out
something nice to wear, and he takes it off."
Pamela giggled and sneered while looking over Devon's
shoulder at me. "Sounds just like a man."
I responded to those words by moving in real tight behind
Devon, before wrapping my arms around her slender body and
grasping her breasts with both hands. As I splayed kisses
upon her neck and shoulders, Devon leaned down and placed
her lips upon Pamela's for their own open-mouthed exchange.
I sat back and watched with interested eyes as Devon,
who was on her hands and knees over top of Pamela, worked and
explored the 27-year-old's mouth with her lips and tongue.
The best part, however, was that both of their womanly slits
were on total display for me. Devon's pussy was staring
me right in the face as she was bent over, while Pamela's
thighs were spread wide, practically begging me for a look.
Finally, I had saw enough. I could not take anymore of
this. I grasped my cock with my hand and began stroking it,
but then my gaze seemed to focus on Devon's pussy, which
looked oh-so-inviting as she wiggled her ass in front of me.
The two ladies continued to eagerly kiss, now embracing
one another as well. They seemed to be an excellent couple.
I wondered to myself what it would be like, perhaps, if I
were to one day marry Devon - and have Pamela as our live-in
lover. Would that be something special, or not?
Maybe - just maybe - it would be my job to satisfy two
exotic blondes every night from now until the end of time.
My body shivered at the idea as I then moved behind Devon,
and prepared to mount her in the doggie-style position.
My princess was so involved in her kissing match with
Pamela that she had no idea I was behind her. That all
changed, though, once I drove my erection far and deep into
Devon's little, swollen pussy. She immediately broke the
kiss and screeched out in a fit of mad passion, before
turning and glaring at me with absolute lust in her eyes.
I noticed just beyond Devon's shoulder, Pamela was
looking up at me with one of her patented, sweet smiles.
Pamela was growing on me more and more with every passing
second. She looked like an absolute angel with that very
charming, friendly smile upon her face...
Returning that grin with one of my own, I then grabbed
Devon's hips and held them tightly as I started to
thrust my way in-and-out of her. The enchantress snapped
her head back in response, her silky blonde hair whipping
about wildly. She was already squealing rather loudly.
Pamela cradled Devon's face with both hands and pulled it
down to her, so they could share yet another deep-rooted,
intimate kiss. Of course, watching these two lovely ladies
swap their tongues together did nothing but cause me to
become even more excited than I already was.
Suddenly - and without any warning - I was hammering away
at Devon and her sweet pussy as hard as I possibly could.
The stacked vixen broke off her kiss with Pamela so she
could squeal out her erotic anguish and satisfaction for what
I was doing to her. My whole universe was centered upon her
pussy, and my ability to drill it as hard as possible with
my cock. My hands, clutching her perfect, shapely ass with
a vice-tight grip, did nothing but aid in my cause.
"Fuck her!" Pamela exclaimed, offering a glimpse of her
nasty side, as she looked up at me. "Fuck her good!"
Devon was grunting and squealing out like never before,
which was music to my ears. "OH! That feels so good! OH!
OH! Yes! YES! OH YES, DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T STOP!"
Pamela grabbed Devon's chin with her hand and turned
her face toward hers, in order to do some taunting. "You
like Jeremy fucking you... don't you? Oh yeah, you do..."
Devon nodded her head in response as Pamela added, "After
he cums in you, I'm gonna suck his sperm right out of your
pussy. OH YES I AM..."
With those words, I let out an excited groan. Leave it
to the intoxicating Pamela to get me even MORE excited.
All the muscles within my body were at work as I pounded
my cock into Devon with every fiber of strength I had. It
felt as though my cock could explode within her pussy at any
given moment, but I did my best to prolong the wondrous
feelings and sensations which were swirling throughout me.
Somehow, I needed to make this last...
However, I couldn't.
When I felt myself toppling over the edge of release, I
thrusted my way into Devon one final time, and buried my
cock there. An instant later, I roared out like an absolute
madman as my erection exploded within her like a firecracker.
My world was hazy and disoriented as sperm jettisoned
outward from my cock, filling and flooding the young woman's
womb completely. At the same time, Devon's loud cries and
squeals of passion and lust were somewhat muffled because
Pamela had smashed their mouths together, and was kissing
her with great hunger and intensity once again.
I was so excited and aroused that it felt like my body
would just combust. That did not happen, despite the fact
my heart was pounding within my chest at a feverish pace.
Everything seemed to slow down, however, once my orgasm
had reached its peak. It all went downhill from there and
with a deep, exhaustive breath, I finally withdrew my cock
from the tight, unforgiving clutches of Devon's pussy.
Still upon my knees, I took a step back and collapsed
onto the bed... thoroughly satisfied and extremely happy.
I closed my eyes and covered them with an open hand for a
moment, letting the final remnants of sweet orgasm flow and
pass gloriously throughout my entire body.
I heard some rustling noises, but paid them no attention
as I then arched my back and tilted my head. With the final
kinks out, I opened my eyes and literally found myself with
a new erection at what I saw happening before me.
Devon was pawing her own breasts as Pamela's face was now
nestled between her thighs, her tongue eagerly lapping and
swiping away at that hot, velvety slit. Indeed, Pamela was
making good on her promise from just moments ago. She was
going to suck all of my sperm directly out of Devon's pussy.
"Oh my..." I moaned outloud, sitting back and keeping an
eye on Pamela as she continued forth with her oral work.
With my right hand, I reached out and gently massaged her
ass and fingered her pussy, offering both the same amount of
attention. Meanwhile, I used my other hand to tenderly
stroke her long-flowing blonde hair, as well as her slender
back. Pamela was so beautiful, and I truly felt as if every
single inch of her body needed to be worshipped.
The exotic dancer acknowledged my gentle petting of her
by reaching out with her left hand, and rubbing my knee. I
smiled in response, but it was rather obvious that Pamela
was far more interested in delving into Devon's sweet pussy.
I certainly could not blame her...
She did just that, using fingers from her other hand to
open and spread apart Devon's swollen pussy lips. The
blonde had her tongue buried deep, trying her absolute best
to extract every last ounce of sperm which I had deposited
into her. Devon, of course, was enjoying all of this. She
was still massaging her own breasts while rocking her face
from side-to-side, continuously moaning and squealing.
Pamela let out an excited sigh of her own, and then
withdrew her face from between Devon's thighs. My eyes
went wide with unspeakable desire as I then noticed Pamela
had her tongue out and extended - with a heavy, gooey glob
of sperm directly in the middle of it. She moved her face
down toward Devon, who opened her mouth and gladly took that
delicate, extended tongue inside for a taste.
The pair of ladies kissed one another for quite some time,
exchanging and sharing that big strand of sperm between them.
However, Pamela finally let Devon have it for herself. My
princess smiled in response as she guzzled the glob down her
throat, the look on her face saying it tasted wonderful.
Pamela turned toward me upon the bed, and her eyes
immediately shifted downward - toward my newfound erection.
She offered me a knowing smile, then used one finger and
pointed directly at her mouth.
It was obvious what she wanted.
Rising up to my knees once more, I grasped my shaft and
moved it toward Pamela's face. She settled down onto her
side and an instant later, took my cock into her mouth and
began slurping away upon it with great enthusiasm.
"This island is the greatest thing that ever happened to
me," Devon mused in a relaxed tone, her hand snaking around
Pamela's front and squeezing one of her luscious breasts.
"This island really is a paradise."
Meanwhile, I kept an eye on Pamela and what she was in
the process of doing with my hard, rock-solid erection. Of
particular interest were her ruby-red lips, which formed a
large `O' around my shaft as she worshipped it orally. I
smiled at the sight, while also reaching down with my right
hand and gently running my hand throughout her hair.
Holding onto the base of my cock with her right hand, the
vixen's head bobbed back-and-forth as she greedily sucked
and slurped away upon me. I still caressed her head with my
hand, but now my neck was arched back as I moaned wildly.
Pamela was intent on bringing me toward another orgasm, and
this time, she obviously wanted me to spurt off in her mouth.
As if the dual combination of oral sex and her little,
pumping hand upon my erection wasn't enough, I lost control
of myself when I looked down and got just a glimpse of
Pamela as she stared back at me with her puppy-dog eyes.
With that look, she was BEGGING me to unload in her mouth.
I could do nothing but oblige her hot, non-verbal request.
As I growled out in orgasmic passion, Pamela kept her
lips sealed tight around my shaft, not wanting any of the
sperm to escape or seep out. She was successful in doing
so, managing to swallow and guzzle down the whole load.
Meanwhile, Devon looked on and smiled in acknowledgement
at what she saw. It was a touching moment, indeed.
When Pamela finally withdrew my deflated cock from her
mouth, I leaned down and offered her a kiss on the forehead.
"You're incredible, sweetheart," were my heartfelt words, as
I then moved back and settled down upon the bed. I turned
toward Devon and smiled as well, saying, "You're incredible,
too. Both of you are. I'm so lucky."
Devon planted a kiss upon the side of Pamela's face and
then grasped my cock with her right hand. Her smile bright,
she chirped at both of us, "I could get used to this!"
<<<- End of Part 5 ->>>
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"Island Paradise"
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