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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 5 of ??
|| (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)
Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the
events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity".
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I certainly do not want to say that it was a shame, but
how a woman as beautiful and as stunning as Torrie could be
so turned off from men was a great mystery to me. I mean,
Torrie had the type of body that dreams were made of. She
stood a tall 5-foot-9 and weighed 133 pounds, with a very
thick, toned frame that hinted at her love for exercise.
With an awe-inspiring figure that measured out to 36d-25-36,
and long-flowing blonde hair and green eyes, one could easily
make the case that Torrie belonged in a centerfold magazine.
With all that extreme beauty, though, it was perplexing to me
why Torrie had all but swore off men. She HATED men.
From what I have been able to gather thus far during her
brief visit to the island, Torrie had been engaged to two
different men in the past. Yet both of them, I believe,
cheated on her before the ceremony was to take place. That
in and of itself was a mystery to me. How could anyone
cheat on a woman as gorgeous as Torrie? Was there a woman
in all of Idaho (where she lived) who was more attractive
than Torrie? What in the world were those two guys thinking?
Whatever the case, it seems a lot of Torrie's disdain for
my gender comes from the fact that both of her ex-fiances
cheated on her. I am fairly certain this happened, having
eavesdropped on a discussion between Torrie and Stacy from
the other evening. Torrie made mention of both guys, but
did not elaborate, other than to say they cheated on her.
Having been jilted in the past by a fiancee of my own (the
wicked Victoria), I understand that Torrie must have went
through a great deal of mental pain and anguish. But on the
other hand, there did not seem to be any justification for
Torrie to literally swear off ALL men because of what two
brainless fools had done to her in the past. There are
billions and billions of men in this world, many of whom are
good and decent. Had Torrie met any of them yet? Had
Torrie even ALLOWED herself to meet any man like that yet?
Thus, I decided that one of my pet projects over the next
few days, and possibly few weeks if necessary, was to simply
become friends with Torrie. I had no hidden agenda with her
whatsoever. I was not looking to seduce Torrie, or tell her
lies. I simply wanted to be friends with her. I wanted to
prove to her that there were plenty of good men in the world.
It did not seem right for Torrie to lump my entire gender
together and label us a certain way because of what two guys
had done to her. Or maybe it was more than two guys? Maybe
every single man she had ever met hurt in her one way or
another? Still, that was no reason to give up, or group
everyone together in a negative manner. There are good and
decent men all over the world. Wonderful men. I should
know, simply because I like to consider myself as one.
Most importantly, how many men are out there who would
devote their entire lives to a beautiful woman like Torrie?
Men who would never cheat on her, never hurt her on purpose?
Men who would do everything in their power to make sure that
there was a smile upon Torrie's pretty face at all times?
Personally, I think Torrie had to search for these types of
men. From what it seems thus far, she had not found one yet.
Of course, in no way am I implying that the man for Torrie
was me. I already had my two wives, Devon and Kristanna, and
they are more than enough for me to handle by themselves.
Rather, I simply wanted to attempt to restore Torrie's faith
in men. Could that be done? Maybe, maybe not. But I truly
believed that it was worth a shot. Why not?
After the events of yesterday, when Devon had her little
flare-up at me, I was not about to go back on my promise
again. Today - Friday - I had to stay away from the voyeur
room at all costs. But I wanted to sit down and attempt to
have a conversation with Torrie. To do that, though, I
would first have to know where she was at on this bright,
sunny mid-day afternoon. The voyeur room would have come in
real handy, but it was strictly off-limits to me for today.
In the past, I had given all of our guests a cellular
telephone and required they have it with them at all times.
On a big island like this, the telephones had offered our
guests a sense of comfort if there was ever an emergency out
in the wilderness, or if they simply got lost. They could
call on me at anytime, and I would come rushing to their aid.
Unfortunately, I had not given telephones to the current
group yet. So, I had no idea where Torrie was right now.
Was she at the beach? The outdoor pool? The indoor pool?
Was she taking it easy in the recreation room, or having a
snack in the kitchen? Was she hiking in the forest? Was
Torrie and Stacy making out in some dark corner right now?
The possibilities were limitless. Unless I stumbled
across Torrie beforehand, I was going to wait until after
dinner concluded tonight to talk to her. Like all of the
other ladies, Torrie knew that dinner was at 7:00pm every
single night, and it was mandatory to attend. My plan was
to strike up a simple, friendly discussion with her.
Our guests may not have their own telephones yet, but my
two wives obviously did. After breakfast this morning, I
remembered Kristanna telling me that she was going to take
Ashley and Caitlyn on a hike to the island's lone volcano
(which was inactive). Thus, I knew she was occupied right
now. So, in need of some company, I decided to get in touch
with Devon by way of her personal cellular telephone. All I
had to do was dial DEVON (33866). We had our own, little
telephone network which was exclusive to the island.
"Hello?"
"Hi princess."
"Hi Jeremy!" my wife exclaimed. "Where are you?"
"In the kitchen. Where are you?"
"I'm at the rooftop garden," she responded. "I've been
working and planting new seeds for an hour. Something up?"
"It's not too hot up there... is it?" I inquired. "You
know that I don't want you to overexert yourself."
"I may be pregnant, Jeremy, but I'm not dead!" she told
me. "The temperature is perfectly fine. I feel fine. Is
that the reason you called me? Don't tell me it is..."
"No, not at all."
"Good."
I smiled at her feisty nature. Devon thought I had been a
little too protective of her since she became pregnant some
nine weeks ago. I simply wanted our unborn child to be safe.
Was there any harm in wanting to take extra precautions?
"Actually, princess, I was wondering if you would like to
have an ice cream with me in the kitchen. I will even fix
up your favorite - a strawberry fields sundae."
"Is Krissy going to be there too?"
"I don't believe so," I said. "I think she is still out
on her hike with Ashley and Caitlyn. Been gone for hours."
"Bummer," Devon sighed.
"What about it, sweetheart?" I grinned. "Do we have a
date for an ice cream in the kitchen or not?"
"Give me ten minutes and I will be there," she answered.
"I want to finish up some work here in the garden."
"Ten minutes it is," I countered. "That will give me time
to get your sundae ready. See you then, princess?"
"Most definitely."
I smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jeremy! Bye bye..."
"Bye."
* * *
"There you are..." I said a short time later, as Devon
entered and then approached me in the gourmet kitchenette.
Smiling, Devon closed the distance between us and placed
a gentle kiss upon my cheek. "Hi baby," she cooed, before
turning her attention to the strawberry fields sundae which
I had just prepared for her. Beside it was a scrumptious
orange cream spritzer milkshake, which was for yours truly.
"Thank you!" Devon chirped, once I handed her a spoon.
"My pleasure," I grinned, as she sampled the sundae. I
pulled up a stool from across the kitchen and invited Devon
to take a seat beside me at the breakfast bar.
"Is anything up?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Not really. I just felt like taking
an ice cream break. I appreciate your company."
"Anytime," Devon smiled.
"I called my sister, Di, in Ohio this morning and spoke to
her for a long time," I said, changing the subject.
"Oh? What was the discussion about? And how are her
kids? That little Chelsea is an angel."
"The kids are fine," I nodded. "I confessed to Di that
not only are you and me married to each other, but Kristanna
is part of the arrangement too."
"Oh? What did your sister say?"
I forged a laugh. "It was the first time in my life that
I said something to Di that she did not approve of." Devon
hung her head low and sulked as I continued, "Di has always
been someone that I could talk to, and open up to. She is
very outgoing, friendly, amicable, open-minded. She did not
say it, but I could tell she did not approve one bit."
Devon took a deep breath. "I got the impression that Di
thought something was fishy at our wedding in the Bahamas
last year. You and me were paying the same, equal amount of
attention to Krissy that we were to each other. I sensed
that she thought something was out of the ordinary. What
did we tell everyone? Krissy was just our _friend_?"
"I tried to explain to Di that you and Krissy make me
happy over the phone. What does it matter if we are in a
three-way marriage, as long as we are happy? I guess Di is
someone who believes marriage should be strictly one-on-one.
I see her point. But the three of us are happy."
Devon laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess there
goes the trip we had planned for Ohio three months from now."
I shook my head. "I thought Di would be more receptive
to the idea than my oldest brother, Dan. I still have not
told him about it. Or anyone else in my family. But Di did
not seem receptive at all. In fact, she seemed repulsed.
She told me that marriage isn't supposed to be this way."
"I hope you don't let it effect or upset you," Devon said,
curling an arm around my lower back and patting my side with
her hand. "I know she is part of your family, but Krissy
and me... we're part of your family now, too."
"You two are the most important part of my family. I'm
not even going to worry about what my sister thinks. She
does not have to like the idea of a multiple marriage, or
care for the idea. All I ask is that she accepts it. I am
happy and because of that, I wish she would accept it. No
matter what she or anyone else says, it's not going to
change. I'm staying with you and Krissy for all eternity."
"Amen to that!" Devon chirped, munching her sundae.
"Have you tried contacting your parents lately, mi'lady?"
Again, Devon frowned. "Not in the past two weeks since
the last time I told you and Krissy about. My mom answered
the phone and she still does not want to talk to me. They
never got over me getting into so much trouble in high
school, and later when I became a stripper." Devon lowered
her gaze and fretted, "I'm the black sheep of the family..."
I reached out and extended a pair of fingers, then used
them to lift Devon's chin upward until her eyes were in line
with mine. Unfortunately, I saw tears. But I kissed them
away and stressed, "You're not a black sheep at all. You
are a princess. I want you to always remember that."
"I should really only concern myself with what you and
Krissy think about me anyway, Jeremy. But it still hurts.
It really does. They are my parents, you know."
"If parents cannot accept or forgive their children for
mistakes, no matter the extreme, then they are not good
parents," I told her. "You had your problems that night in
high school nine years ago. You were last a stripper six
years ago. They should forgive and forget. You made a
terrible mistake that night you tried Ecstasy in high school
and lost your best friend as a result. But you were just a
kid who really did not know any better." I encircled my
wife's body with both arms and kissed the side of her head.
"I wish I could have been there for you then, princess. I
know how alone you must have felt after Allison died."
Devon burrowed her face in deep upon my chest and sobbed,
"I thought for the longest time that it should have been me!
Me and Allison took the same, exact drug! I felt sick and
queasy for awhile, but Allison went into a coma and died!"
"Shhhhh..." I whispered, massaging her shoulders and back
with both of my hands. "Shhhhh, honey. Don't cry. I would
do anything to be able to go back in time and erase what
happened to you and your friends that day. I really would."
Devon continued sobbing, but forged a cheerful laugh in
the middle of her fit. "I was only 17, Jeremy, but I still
would have fallen in love with you if I saw you then. Just
like that day when you and me met at the airport last year.
I always knew what the perfect man looked like in my mind.
I always knew who he was. Even when I was younger, I knew
who Mr. Right was in my mind. I... I just never thought...
I would one day meet him. But I did. L-Last year..."
Devon's strong words had left me temporarily speechless.
"You are going to be a great Daddy, Jeremy." She patted
her stomach and went on, "You are so very easy-going and
open-minded, but you can also be strict and authoritative
when needed. That is the biggest thing that has changed
about you in the past couple months. You used to let people
walk all over you, but not anymore."
"You are going to be a great Mommy too, dear."
"Krissy and me will be co-Mommies!" Devon beamed, patting
her stomach once more. "When our child is born, Jeremy,
Krissy will be JUST as much his or her Mommy as I will. And
if and when Krissy gets pregnant, I will be as much a Mommy
for her child as she will be. That's the way it should be."
"That's a wonderful idea," I smiled.
"Remember... I've already picked out names," Devon said,
wiping away her tears. "Ariel Janae if we have a girl. A
boy, Dylan Thomas. And Krissy wants her first boy to be
named Kaden Palmer. I love all three of those names."
As Devon continued to coo and cavort about our future
children, I thought to myself that if this woman was a drug,
I would be addicted to her. I would get high on her and no
matter what, never want to come back down.
I needed to touch Devon every single day. Her hair; her
slender, yet voluptuous body. I needed to smell her on a
daily basis. The exotic, wondrous perfume she always wore.
Lavender was her favorite. I needed to listen to Devon talk.
Her squealy voice; those friendly giggles and funny sneers.
The way she flipped her hair. The way Devon tilted her head
ever-so-slightly to the side when being spoken to. The way
her eyes lit up when I said something that made her happy.
The dreamy expression when I kissed her on the lips..
I needed all of those things everyday from Devon - and so
much more. Without them, I would go totally insane.
"Is something wrong?" Devon asked, nudging my shoulder,
thus bringing me out of my mental reverie about her.
"Nothing is wrong."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What question was that?"
Devon's eyes narrowed. "You weren't listening to me?"
"Actually, princess, I was admiring you, I was thinking
about how special you are, and how much I truly love you."
"Oh!" Devon chirped, her cheeks momentarily turning red.
"Well... that's okay, then!"
"I'm sorry," I told her. "My mind was elsewhere for a
minute or two. What was your question?"
The 26-year-old smiled. "What do you think, after all
the new girls go home, about going to Norway for a month?"
"You want to go to Norway?"
"I'd love to!"
"Why?"
"So Krissy can be with her family," Devon responded. "No
other reason than that. You know how incredibly close she
is with her mom and dad. She even says her dad is her hero."
Devon smiled again. "A month-long trip to Norway would make
Krissy so happy." Devon shrugged her shoulders and added,
"I love her family, too. Her parents were so good to us
when we stayed with them last year on our first honeymoon.
They were also very receptive to the idea of a three-way
marriage, and their daughter being in one. I even got the
sense, as time went on, that they treated me like their own."
"Kristanna's parents just want her to be happy," I said.
"They are happy if she is happy. Really, that is the way it
should be. I wish my sister felt that way."
"What do you think about going there for a month?"
I nodded my head. "Sounds good. If you remember, a few
months ago, I told Kristanna that me, you and her could go
to Norway anytime she wanted. She wanted to wait until her
cast came off. Well... the cast comes off on Monday."
"Hopefully Monday," Devon reminded me. "It was supposed
to come off last week but the doctor changed his mind."
"We can spend parts of June and July in Norway," I mused.
"That's two months from now, and after the girls return home.
After that, we shall return to the island and stay until it
is time for Thanksgiving. No matter if our house is finished
there or not, we will then pack up and move to Anguilla." I
smiled and patted Devon's stomach. "The baby is due before
Christmas. We should be settled in Anguilla by then."
"And I am SO happy because Krissy's parents are going to
live right down the road from us in Anguilla!" Devon gushed.
"I want to have the type of relationship with our children
that Krissy has with her parents. They get along like a
family is supposed to." Devon pouted and shook her head
before continuing, "I wish I had that with my parents. My
mom and dad won't even acknowledge my existence anymore."
I took a deep breath, my eyes wide. "As a man, honey,
and a future father, I would have a hard time going into a
strip club one night with a whole group of my buddies and
finding my daughter dancing up on stage. Just imagine how
humiliating that must have been for your father..."
"They have no right to shut me out!" Devon snapped. "No
matter what I did! They have no right to shut me out!"
"Shhhhh," I consoled Devon, wrapping my arm around her
shoulder from the side and squeezing gently. "Settle down."
"I never asked for their forgiveness!" Devon screeched.
"All I wanted was for them to accept me! I was an outcast
in my own home from the time I was 17 until I was 25! And
I quit stripping when I was 21, and got a good, honest job!
I never did anything wrong from that point on! No drugs, no
stripping! Not even cigarettes or alcohol! NOTHING!"
"Devvy..." came a familiar, quirky voice from behind us
(with an exaggerated accent attached). "Vat is da matter?"
I turned and watched as Kristanna approached Devon from
behind and embraced her warmly. "Vy are yew upset, baby?"
I then realized that Ashley and Caitlyn were also in the
kitchen with us. Thus, that was the reason why Kristanna
was using her Norwegian accent right now. "Vat is vrong?"
Still upset, Devon looked at Ashley and Caitlyn, then me.
She focused upon her wife and answered, "I'd rather not talk
about it in front of the others."
Kristanna immediately linked arms with Devon and pulled
her away from the kitchen stool. "Let us go someplace vhere
ve can talk, den. Maybe the library, ya?"
"Jeremy can come with us," Devon sniffed.
Kristanna glanced at Ashley for an instant, then smiled
and looked at me. "Little Ashley vants to talk to Jeremy
about someding. I dink he should stay here. Dat okay?"
When Devon looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders.
"I want you to meet up with us later," Devon told me,
stepping forward and snagging a quick kiss from my lips.
Kristanna did the same, but offered me a glittering smile
as well. A moment later, Devon grabbed her ice cream sundae
and allowed Kristanna to guide her out of the kitchen.
Caitlyn, the raven-haired Hispanic beauty, gave me a big
smile of her own before saying, "I better get going. Ashley
wants to talk to you in private, Jeremy." Caitlyn turned
and stole a kiss from Ashley's lips. "See you later?"
The innocent teen-ager blushed because of that kiss, but
nodded her head nonetheless. "Yes. See you later." Ashley
waited until Caitlyn exited the kitchen, then turned and
offered me the widest, most sincere smile of them all.
"Hi Jeremy."
It should go without saying that I considered Ashley to
be a sex goddess in training. Just four days removed from
losing her virginity (to Devon and yours truly, of course),
Ashley already seemed to be developing an insatiable lust
when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Ashley seemed so
wholesome and pure, but with an added touch of naughtiness
hidden beneath the surface that was just starting to develop.
Basically, Ashley had been raised as a "good girl" and was
probably taught all along by her parents that sex was bad.
After all, her parents were EXTREMELY religious. Now,
however, this good girl wanted to go bad. I was more than
willing to be the one who "corrupted" this 18-year-old
beauty, and guide her along the path of wanton fulfillment.
"Hello Ashley," I greeted in return, eyeing her somewhat
dishevled appearance. Dressed in a tank top and a pair of
shorts, Ashley looked as if she had just finished running a
marathon. Her hair was all wild, and she looked tired.
Her mascara was in somewhat of a mess too, but in no way was
I complaining. Ashley still looked wonderful to me.
"Looks like you had a rather tough time at the volcano."
"I've never climbed something so big in my life!" Ashley
exclaimed, before smiling again. "Kristanna told me that
the volcano we visited is called Mount Jeremy. That true?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, it's called Mount Jeremy. It's
3,218 feet at its highest point. We name things after each
other on the island. You've already been to Devon Falls,
sweetheart. And there is Kristanna Field, too."
Ashley giggled. "Kristanna told me that the big deck
outside of your bedroom is called Pamela Pavilion." My
eyes went wide as Ashley added, "She said Pamela was an
ex-girlfriend of yours. Why name your deck after her?"
"Pamela Pavilion?" I countered, surprised to hear Ashley
say that name. "I was not aware the deck had a name. I'll
have to get with Krissy and ask her about that." I shrugged
my shoulders. "Probably just being her silly self."
"I'd love to mount YOU, Jeremy," Ashley grinned, reaching
out and trailing a single finger along my shoulder.
My cock rustled about within my shorts as I laughed in
response to her suggestive words. "Is that what you wanted
to talk to me about, dear? You... want to mount me?"
Suddenly, Ashley pouted. "Yes!" Her eyes narrowed as
she continued, "You told me on Wednesday night that I could
suck your cock Thursday morning and Thursday afternoon. I
was all ready for it yesterday, too, but I barely saw you."
She stomped her foot upon the floor in a huff and complained,
"Winds up I didn't get to suck your cock at all yesterday!"
I gulped my throat. "I'm sorry, Ashley, but yesterday was
a bad day for me. Devon and I, we had an argument of sorts."
"What was it about?"
"I'd rather not discuss it. It's personal."
The tender blonde nodded her head. "I understand. But...
everything is okay now, right?"
"Yes," I assured her.
"I've had sex with you two times now," Ashley commented.
"But both times, it was part of a threesome. First with
Devon, then with Caitlyn." She stepped closer to me and put
forth a sweet smile. "I want you for _myself_."
Lift off! I had a full-blown erection now...
"Is that the reason why you wanted to talk to me alone?"
I choked. "Is that why Krissy and Caitlyn walked away?"
Ashley stepped even closer, finally closing the distance
between us. She pressed her nubile young body upon mine
and ran the palm of her right hand up and down my side.
"It's the only reason, Jeremy."
I took a deep breath and sighed once Ashley trailed her
hand downward and gave my aching cock a healthy squeeze
through the cargo shorts that I had on. An instant later,
she brought that same hand up to her face, then opened her
mouth and pointed at it with an extended finger. Clearly,
this little angel wanted to perform oral sex on me. Again.
"Should I take my clothes off first?"
"Yes please," I replied, without hesitation.
Ashley again smiled as she lifted her tank-top up, and
over, her head. She knelt down and unlaced her hiking boots,
then quickly got rid of them. I stood back and admired the
scenery as Ashley slid her denim shorts downward and then
stepped out of them. Next came her white panties, followed
by her bra. Suddenly, the only thing keeping Ashley from
being totally nude was a thick pair of gray hiking socks.
"Oh God..." I growled, eyeing her luscious figure up and
down. Ashley was so incredibly beautiful. She was living
proof that teen-age girls could grow up really fast. I
could easily envision her, just a few years ago, in braces
and pig-tails, with that shy and humble nature to match.
Now, Daddy's little girl had become an 18-year-old woman,
ready to totally indulge herself as she struggled to wrap
her glossy, pink lips around my throbbing erection.
After dropping down to her knees, Ashley reached out with
both hands and tugged at my shorts. Once unlooping my belt,
she undid my shorts and then pulled them down. There was a
dreamy, wide-eyed expression upon Ashley's darling face as
she reached into my briefs and fished my hard cock out. I
growled again, this time as she briskly stroked me off.
I placed both hands upon the stool behind me and leaned
against it for support as Ashley now used both hands to
vigorously pump and frig my shaft. At this exact moment in
time - for whatever reason - I began to wonder about Ashley.
This was going to be our third sexual encounter, but I knew
very little about her - aside from the general information
she provided about herself on her application.
By the time I had my third sexual encounter with any of
the women in my past, I had a general sense of who she was
as a person. Ashley was a sweetheart, indeed, and had a
naive aura about herself that I found totally intoxicating.
Aside from that, and a little bit about her family, I knew
nothing about Ashley. I wanted that to change.
"What can you tell me about yourself, honey?"
"What do you mean?" Ashley asked, extending her tongue
and swiping away at the very tip of my cock.
"I don't know all that much about you," I said. "All I
really know is that you are turning into a blowjob machine."
Ashley giggled as I added, "I just like to know about the
women I am with. What can you tell me about yourself?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Tell me about your family."
Ashley smiled and mouthed the head of my erection for
several seconds before answering, "Well, I live on a farm
in [city name], Oklahoma with my two parents, brother and
sister." Ashley wrapped her moist lips around my cock and
offered it a feverish, but somewhat brief, sucking. "Dad is
a minister at the town church, while Mom is a schoolteacher."
Ashley was frigging my cock with both hands like there was
no tomorrow. "Both my sister and brother are younger than
me. Kasie is 16, and Aaron is 13."
"Your father is a minister and a farmer, too?"
Ashley nodded and responded, "Yes, he is. But our farm
is really not that big. It's sort of a hobby for him."
I closed my eyes and sighed at the wondrous sensations.
When Ashley was not talking, she was servicing my cock with
her magical mouth. It was difficult to hold a conversation
in this manner, but I trudged forward anyway.
"And you are religious, too?"
"Oh yes," she grinned. "Very much so. I sing in the
church choir every Sunday." Ashley then pouted. "That is
one thing I will definitely miss while I'm on this island of
yours. But I think I'll survive." And with that, she took
my cock right back into her mouth and started sucking again.
"What does your family think about you coming here?"
"They don't know," Ashley commented. "All I told them
was that I was going away for two months. I did not tell
them anything else, no matter how much they asked."
"Aren't they worried?"
"Of course they're worried," she said. "But I told them
not to be. I did not tell them that I was going to a sex
resort. If I did, Mom would have probably disowned me. And
Dad would call me a heathen." Ashley giggled. "But I have
three million and one reasons to be here."
"Three million and one?" I asked, confused.
"$3,000,000 in cash," she grinned. "And one big cock."
Oh my God...
"Tell me about your brother and sis..."
"Let's stop talking," Ashley insisted, cutting me off.
"I don't want to talk. I just want to suck your cock..."
"I have something even better in mind," I told her.
Ashley looked up at me with a quizzical expression as I
withdrew my erection from between her pouty pink lips. Then
I grasped it with my right hand and rubbed its bulging tip
all over her pretty face and quivering lips. After grasping
a clump of her silky, dark-blonde hair, I wrapped it around
my cock and started stroking. I really could have blew my
load right there, but knew my sperm was needed elsewhere.
Letting go of Ashley's hair, I pushed my hips forward
until my cock was jammed in her mouth. I used both hands
to cradle her head as I started off with a slow, thrusting
motion. I pulled my shaft out, until just its tip was
encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her
mouth as far as it could possibly go (which was only about
halfway, due to Ashley's inexperience at this sort of thing).
Then, I repeated the process... over and over again.
Eventually, my fingers were twisting and twirling their
way through Ashley's hair. I could see her throat swell as
each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It was not
too long before I was pounding away at her, at warp-speed.
After several seconds of this physical, harsh treatment,
I hammered my cock into Ashley's mouth one final time and
began to blast a load of sperm deep into her hungry throat.
I screamed out in maddening desire as Ashley stared up at
me, squealing wildly, with absolute lust in her eyes. I
then watched with amazement as her throat rippled, while she
guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.
I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by
me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It
was still coated with sperm, so Ashley's head darted forward
and she sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.
I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free
from the wondrous, warm clutches of Ashley's sweet mouth. I
took a step back and sighed deeply, saying, "Incredible..."
"I like that!" Ashley squealed, grasping her chin with her
right hand while opening and closing her mouth in succession,
stretching her jaws. "Sliding your big cock in my mouth like
that!" Suddenly, Ashley was all bubbly. "And I swallowed
every last drop, too! That's a first for me!"
"First of many," I said, short of breath. I leaned down
and gently patted the back of her shoulder. "Let's go off to
my room, dear. There are better places for this than the
kitchen floor. Don't you think?"
Ashley stood up, then reached down with both hands and
rubbed her kneecaps. Unfortunately, they were red from
being on the floor. "Linoleum is a killer on the knees,"
was her comment, as she then made a motion to retrieve her
clothing. I stopped her, however.
"You don't need your clothes."
"But I don't want to leave them here in the kitchen!"
Ashley squealed.
"You don't need them," I reiterated, my voice sounding
firm and authoritative. Ashley hesitated for a moment,
looking at me, but then relented and nodded her head in
agreement. Feeling as if I was about go on a power trip
like I used to when Amy submitted to me in the past, I
pointed toward the general direction of my personal suite
and ordered, "Get moving, Ashley."
She offered me another look, but then turned and began
walking off. I pulled my own shorts and briefs back up and
dutifully followed her. I let Ashley lead the way to the
luxury suite that I shared with Devon and Kristanna, my
lecherous eyes trained upon that tight, little ass of hers.
There were a lot of things I had in mind for that ass...
Once the long trek from the kitchen to my suite was
finally complete, Ashley turned toward me and I admired her
from head to toe. She had a magnificent body. There was no
doubt about that. Of particular interest to me were her
firm, taut breasts, and the patch of blonde curls nestled
between her thighs. But I did have an idea in mind that
could, quite possibly, improve her physical appearance.
"Ashley, sweetheart... can I ask you for something? It
is perfectly okay if you say no. I would understand."
"Sure," she replied. "Ask away."
I offered a cautious smile. "There is something I have
always wanted to do to a woman... but have never had the
opportunity. As I said, it's okay if you say no."
"What is it?" Ashley did not appear apprehensive at all.
She seemed more interested and curious than anything else.
I smiled once again, then turned and retrieved a can of
shaving cream and a straight razor from the nearby dresser.
When the 18-year-old caught a glimpse of what I had in my
hands, her eyes widened in obvious shock.
"You... you... want to shave my pussy?"
I gently shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yes, I'd like
to. If it's okay with you. If not, it is perfectly fine.
I won't hold anything against you."
Ashley paused for a moment, apparently lost in thought.
She seemed to be debating things in her mind. I just stood
there, holding the can of shaving cream in one hand and a
razor in the other, awaiting her reply.
Ashley looked up at me and reached between her thighs,
and ran her palm across her silky bush. "I've never even
thought of shaving my pussy. I... I... the thought... it
has never even crossed my mind!"
"It's okay if you say no, dear," was my response as she
continued rubbing herself. "I would understand perfectly."
"No," she countered. "I want you to." Ashley's posture
straightened and she spoke with confidence, "I want you to.
I want you to shave my pussy."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she replied. "Sure as I've ever been. If it will
make you happy... then I'm all for it."
I nodded my head at her and returned, "Excellent. Get up
on the bed and lay down... and spread your legs for me."
My cock was starting to pulse with newfound life again as
I made my way over to Ashley, the shaving cream and razor in
hand. I knelt down between her widespread thighs and took
in the sight of her lovely, little pussy. It was partially
hidden below a nest of blonde curls - but not for long.
I applied an generous helping of shaving cream to my
fingers and completely lathered up the silken joining of her
thighs. Ashley's body was trembling with an obvious mixture
of apprehension and arousal as she lay on the bed, her head
raised and looking at me. Soon, her eyes darted toward the
razor which I held in my right hand, dangling it before her.
"You sure you want me to do this?" I asked yet again. I
just wanted to be positive it was okay with her.
"Yes," she answered. "I'm just a little nervous... that's
all. You know, that big razor and all..."
"Ahh, don't worry," I soothed her. "I'll be real careful
with it. Just relax, sweetheart. Just relax..."
I sprayed a helping of shaving cream all over my left
hand, then lathered Ashley's tender pussy and inner thighs
up some more with it. Another helping was applied shortly
thereafter. Soon, Ashley looked like a Whip-Cream Sundae.
All she needed now, it seemed, was a cherry on top. But she
had already lost one cherry earlier this week...
"Oh my God..." the teen-ager breathed as I pressed the
razor upon her right thigh, and started moving inward. Her
body tensed as nearly half of her silky bush was taken away
with a series of short, quick swipes. I pulled the razor
back for a quick moment and shook it vigorously, causing any
excess cream to fling off.
"See?" I said, kissing her kneecap. "That didn't hurt...
did it? Just a bit more and I'll be all done."
Using the razor, I now worked on the opposite side.
Being both gentle and extremely careful, I shaved away the
curly blonde patch while Ashley continued to sigh and breathe
beneath me. I think it was exciting her for me to do this.
I pulled the razor back and shook it out again. Now, the
last remaining areas for me to take care of were above
Ashley's pussy and either side of her clitoris. I swiped
away the upper portion with relative ease, but knew extra
caution was needed to take care of her little passion-nub.
The vixen flinched as I gently placed the razor next to
her clitoris. I moved the blade outward, swiping away any
fuzz. Then I did the same on the opposite side. Now, save
for a couple places I had missed here-and-there, I was just
about finished. Just a few razor swipes later, and Ashley's
pussy was completely shaved bald.
"Oh my God!" she breathed, reaching between her thighs
and feeling herself. "It's all gone!"
"Hold on, sweetheart," I said, raising to my feet. I
quickly went to the restroom and got a warm wash-cloth,
then returned and pressed it between her thighs. I rubbed
away all of the excess shaving cream and was rewarded with
the full, unobstructed view of a beautiful, little pussy.
Finally free, it literally glistened in the natural light!
It was almost as pretty as Devon and Kristanna's pussies.
Ashley continued to rub herself for several seconds,
breathing deeply, before finally offering a smile. I think
she was enjoying the way her bare pussy felt upon her hand.
Seeing her smile made me do the same in return.
Of course - by now - my shaft was as hard as a rock. I
am not sure if anyone, except my two wives, had ever gotten
me more hard than I was right now. Although it was short in
length of time, shaving Ashley's pussy had been an incredible
experience for me. It was something I had always wanted to
do to a woman, but never had the opportunity. Until now.
"I hope you like it," I told her. "No blood, either. So
I didn't nick you anywhere with the blade."
"Like it?" Ashley responded. "I LOVE IT! I love how it
feels. I... I feel more exposed now. I love it!"
I smiled at her while tossing the wash-cloth elsewhere in
the room. "May I be the first one to lick your bald pussy?"
"Of course!" Ashley exclaimed, opening her thighs even
further. "By all means, please!"
I moved between her thighs and gave her damp slit a long,
thorough lash with my tongue. Ashley gasped at the initial
contact, then reached down with her right hand and gently
fingered her clitoris. I watched this for a moment, then
made eye contact with her and smiled.
I dropped to my knees and settled between her thighs. As
I started swiping away at her pussy, Ashley hooked a leg
around my shoulder and upper back, and sighed in lust. She
moved her fingers downward, across her pussy, but kept them
wide enough so I had ample access to her wetness. Ashley
groaned in arousal as I worked her pussy over with my tongue.
With her free hand, the young woman grasped one of her
firm, exquisite breasts and squeezed it tightly.
"Feels so good!" she cooed, her eyes fixated upon mine as
I stared up at her.
I licked and slurped away upon her gooey pussy, and paid
special attention to her tiny slit. I brushed my lower lip
across it, to which Ashley squealed in response. It was
quite obvious that she was really turned on right now.
I kissed her womanly folds as her body started to rumble
and vibrate upon the bed. She brought both hands downward,
between her outstretched thighs, and pried open her pussy
with several fingertips. I used the invitation to plunge
my tongue even deeper into her wet recesses.
As I then pressed a finger to her anus, Ashley's body
began to buck and thrash about wildly. She screamed in lust
at the new sensation, just before I used the opportunity to
clamp down hard upon her pussy with my lips and mouth.
Ashley bellowed and cried in passion as a powerful orgasm
overtook her entire body. A split-second later, a stream
of female love-juice was oozing from the confines of her
folds. Of course, I greedily lapped all of it up with my
tongue. I did not stop, in fact, until her pussy had been
thoroughly licked and cleansed dry. That was not for awhile.
"OHHHHH..." the little angel sighed in the aftermath, her
blue eyes closed. "You made my pussy feel so good, Jeremy.
You really did. Oh my... that was something special."
I finally withdrew my face from between her thighs, and
offered a gentle smile. "It was my pleasure, dear Ashley."
I kissed one of her kneecaps and asked in an easy tone, "Do
you masturbate a lot?" Ashley's face reddened (I loved that
look from her) as I added, "I saw you touching yourself."
Ashley pouted, perhaps too ashamed to speak.
I kissed her kneecap again. "It's okay, honey. This is
my island, my mansion. This isn't Oklahoma with judgmental
parents, family members and friends around to condemn you
for any little thing that they think is wrong." I stroked
her leg with my right hand and stressed, "Lighten up. I
want you to be totally open and honest with me. With us.
Devon, Kristanna and me... we will never hurt you, or wrong
you. There is no need to be embarrassed or shy. Now, you
were touching yourself when I was giving you oral."
"I couldn't help it," she confessed, avoiding eye contact
with me. "I... I just couldn't help it. Your tongue... it
made me... it made me... so hot. So incredibly hot."
I smiled at her words, thinking to myself that Ashley was
such a sweetheart. A total sweetheart! Still, I needed to
nudge her some more. "Do you masturbate a lot? Tell me."
"Yes," she answered quickly.
"How often?"
Ashley gulped her throat. "Every... day.."
I smiled and nodded my head in response, once again
kissing her kneecap. "If I was a woman and had a body
like yours, sweetheart, I couldn't resist touching myself,
either." Ashley giggled as I continued, "It is perfectly
normal. Everyone masturbates. Everyone."
"They do?"
"Everyone," I reiterated. "I think you're a good girl,
Ashley. You were raised to be a good girl." I smiled at
her. "But part of you wants to be a bad girl. Correct?"
The blonde vigorously shook her head, although I could
tell that she was hedging somewhat to my lewd suggestion.
"No! I'm a good girl. Bad is well... it's BAD!"
I tilted my head to the side and smiled gently at her.
"Good girls don't whine and complain when they don't get to
suck cock - like you did earlier, to me." There was that
irresistible blush from her again! "And you could never
call a good girl a blowjob machine." I smiled at her once
again. "Know what I call you, Ashley?"
"What?"
"A blowjob machine. Know what else I call you?"
Now, Ashley was fidgeting. "What?"
"A bad girl." I ran my right hand over and across her
inner thigh, relishing its firmness, as she still lay upon
the bed in front of me. "It's okay to be bad, sweetheart.
It's GOOD to be bad." I paused for a moment, allowing my
words to sink in. "Tell me. Are you a bad girl?"
"Yes," Ashley said, still refusing to make eye contact.
"Yes what?"
She squealed and shook her head, not pleased that I
wanted some specifics. "Yes, I'm a... bad girl."
"Good girl," I praised her, grinning. "You admit it.
Do you want to have sex with me now?"
"God yes!" Ashley exclaimed, sitting up upon the bed and
finally looking me square in the eyes.
"Be graphic about it. Tell me what you want."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Talk like a bad girl would," I urged her. "Tell me what
you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
Ashley gulped her throat, but pressed forward anyway. "I
want you... I want you to... fu-fu-fuck... me."
I smiled and nodded my head, rising from my knees and
taking a seat upon the bed beside Ashley. I slipped my
right arm around her shoulder and mused, "Good. Very good.
Now... do you remember when we were talking about Suzi?"
"Suzi? Who is Suzi?" Suddenly, Ashley appeared lost.
"Your first night here, honey," I said. "Remember when
you were telling me about how you read erotic stories on the
Internet?" She nodded her head as I continued, "You were
saying that you read stories about a woman named Suzi. If
memory serves me correctly, Suzi seemed to LOVE anal sex.
Would you... be willing to try that.,, with me?"
Ashley cast her eyes downward and fretted, "Oh... I don't
know about that. I mean... your cock feels so huge in my
pussy as it is. Would it even fit in my... butt?"
"I'll make it fit."
Skeptical, Ashley fidgeted again. "I heard it hurts..."
I nodded my head and countered, "Yes, it can hurt. But
every woman I have ever tried it with seems to enjoy it. It
can hurt if the man does not know what he is doing. If you
ask Kristanna, though, she says that I know what I'm doing.
Devon too... for that matter. Of course, it can hurt even
if the man does it right. Depends on the woman herself."
"Do you call Devon and Kristanna bad girls too?"
I laughed. "I love Devon and Kristanna with all of my
heart, but they are the ultimate bad girls."
"_I_ want to be the ultimate bad girl," Ashley admitted,
her voice low and hushed. "Yes..."
"Yes what?"
She made eye contact with me and clarified, "Yes... you
can do anal sex with me. F-Fuck me... in the... ass."
Although an incredible rush of excitement went through my
body because Ashley was granting my request, I still found
myself chuckling at her nature. With that charming southern
accent of hers, Ashley was a pure country bumpkin of a girl.
"Have you ever said a bad word in your life?"
"Not until now," Ashley responded. "That `F' word... my
mom would skin me alive if she heard me say that."
"You're 18 now, sweetheart. You can say what you want."
"My mom would still skin me alive if she heard me say
that word," Ashley insisted. "As long as I am under her
roof. You just don't talk that way in my family."
"You're not under their roof anymore," I reminded her,
tightening my hold upon her shoulder. "You're under mine."
"Yes," she agreed. "So it's okay for me to say that."
"It's okay for you to do _whatever_ you want," I told her.
"That includes getting up on your hands and knees - so I can
fuck that tight, little ass of yours." Ashley blushed as I
used the most direct, blunt route I could. I usually do not
speak that way myself, but right now, it was justified.
My heart literally skipped a beat as Ashley wiggled free
from my clutches and got on all fours. She offered me a
sultry, steamy glare over her shoulder, then wiggled that
beautiful ass for my adoring eyes. Soon, I reached into the
drawer of the night-stand next to the bed and retrieved a
tube of anal lubricant. I waved it before Ashley's face.
"This is called Astroglide, sweetheart," I informed her.
"Whenever you want to try anal sex with someone - whether it
be me, or someone else - you need some sort of lubricant.
The type that Devon and Krissy prefer is this - Astroglide.
Now I'm gonna smear some on my finger, and put it in you."
"Yes!" Ashley squealed, her hips quivering about in a
forbidden manner. "Put it in my ass!"
Enjoying Ashley's newfound attitude, I applied a generous
amount of lubricant to my right index finger and slowly but
surely inserted it into her rectum. Ashley's body tensed in
response and she sucked in a hard, deep breath as I nudged
my finger into her bowels. I wiggled it about in leisurely
circles, eliciting a squeal and moan from Ashley, before
pulling it out. Next, I spread a large amount of lubricant
over and across the tight, puckered entrance of her anus.
"You like that, honey?"
"Your finger felt all big in there!" she huffed. "I
still don't know how you'll possibly fit your cock into me!"
After getting rid of my shorts and briefs, I made the
final preparations by smearing my erection with Astroglide.
Then I got onto my knees behind her upturned ass and placed
both hands upon her hips. "It will fit," I promised her.
"Trust me on that, Ashley. It will fit. I'll make it fit."
Ashley grunted and moaned with forbidden desire once I
pressed the head of my throbbing cock to the air-tight
crevice that was her rectum. I took a deep breath and
forged my way into her, albeit in a very gentle manner.
Beneath me, Ashley's entire body was flexing about due to
the sensations as she rocked her face from side-to-side.
"OH GOD! OH DEAR GOD! THAT... OHHHHH! OHHHHH!"
It seemed as if I was trying to break down a brick wall
as I attempted to insert more of my erection into her anus.
Once I was halfway in, Ashley made her right hand into a
fist and began pounding it in succession upon the mattress.
I could not believe the highly animated reaction that I was
getting out of her. I had not even begun to thrust myself
into her yet! But she was already screaming.
"OHHHHH! HMMMMM! OH GOD! HURTS! HURTS!"
"You okay, dear?" I sighed, my hands grasping her hips.
I leaned forward and growled, "Everything okay?"
"EVERYTHING IS... FINE. FINE! HMMMMM!"
"Oh wow..." I moaned, now realizing that the full length
of my shaft was now embedded within Ashley's tender anus. I
was stuffed so far into her that my testicles were pressing
upon her upturned ass. I grasped her hips even tighter with
my hands and tossed my head back, enjoying the sensations.
"How does it feel, honey?"
"HMMMMM! LIKE A... LIKE A COCK IS IN MY ASS!" Okay, I
said to myself. Good enough answer. Ashley then flailed
both arms about and roared, "I'VE NEVER FELT... OH GOD! IT'S
SO BIG! AND IT FEELS SO STRANGE! DIFFERENT! DIFFERENT!"
I chuckled and told her, "You let Devon get ahold of your
ass, sweetheart, and she'll lick it. With her tongue."
"EWWWWW!" Ashley squealed, looking back over her shoulder
at me. "She'll lick it? Are you _SERIOUS_?"
I nodded my head and answered, "Yes, she'll lick it. She
has recently started doing that to Kristanna. Both of them
enjoy it a lot. It's really nasty, but that's the idea."
Now, it was time for me to further Ashley's education.
Or maybe a better term would be... her corruption?
I offered the right side of Ashley's quivering ass a
quick, stinging blow with an open hand. She grunted and
looked over her shoulder at me, the expression upon her
lovely face now full of total arousal. With such a good
reaction, I slapped her ass again.
"OH GOD!" she growled, her eyes glazed over. "YOU'RE...
YOU'RE _SPANKING_ ME! I... OHHHHH... I LIKE TO SPANK...
MYSELF... ON OCCASION!" I smiled at the realization as she
added, "I DO IT WHEN I MASTURBATE... SOMETIMES."
Throwing caution to the wind, I now slapped her ass with
both hands - on each side - as I began to thrust my erection
in-and-out of her bowels at a good, steady pace. Soon, I
slipped a pair of fingers into her pussy and imbedded them
there. Ashley was screaming incoherently now, but at least
she was nodding her head. That told me to keep going.
Suddenly, I lost control of my senses and began ramming
Ashley with absolute, brute force. Alternating between the
deep thrusts and the stinging slaps on the reddened ass in
front of me, I inserted two more fingers into Ashley's little
pussy - making the total four. The heavenly angel was crazed
with passion and even through my wild, animalistic rage, I
could tell that she was enjoying what I was doing to her.
Ashley continued to scream as she dropped down from her
hands and knees to her shoulders and knees. She leaned all
the way over, her shoulders and the side of her face upon the
mattress, her arms limp around her. It seemed as if she was
now willing to let me have my way with her in any fashion that
I saw fit. Ashley had never been TAKEN in this way before.
Not only did I cruelly spank ass her with my right hand, but
I penetrated her pussy with four fingers from my left and
pistoned my cock in-and-out of her anus - all simultaneously.
The searing, incredible amount of friction as Ashley's
ass literally gripped and clutched my cock like a tight,
unforgiving vice got to be too much for me to handle. I
jammed the entire length of my shaft into her rectum and,
with four fingers still buried in her pussy, I used my thumb
to massage and stimulate her clitoris. That seemed to set
off a four-alarm fire within Ashley, who did nothing but
scream as her nubile, young body bucked and squirmed about
beneath me in the hot, wondrous throes of orgasm.
An instant later, I felt the familiar explosion inside as
my cock emptied its spermy load deep inside of Ashley's ass.
Both of us were now screaming, our bodies rocking together
on the very brink of madness. I used both hands to slap and
spank her ass until the orgasmic sensations reached the
boiling point and then faded away. Once that happened, I
simply collapsed on top of Ashley. I was totally spent.
* * *
In the wreckage that was our bodies following such a
spirited, lively encounter, we were still on the mattress,
nary a word spoken, for at least a minute. I realized that
my shaft was no longer in her rectum once Ashley began to
gyrate her hips in a nasty, suggestive manner upon my pelvis.
The move caused me to grab a clump of her long-flowing blonde
hair and gently pull on it, bringing her head up so I could
curl my face in for a deep, salacious kiss upon the lips.
"Oh God... I never... Oh God... I never dreamed..." the
young woman babbled on, shaking her head in the aftermath.
She then looked over her shoulder at me and giggled, "I am
gonna be a bad girl for you from now on!"
"Kristanna LOVES to spank naughty, bad girls," I advised
her. "She will spank your ass... and Devon will lick it."
"Ewwwww!" Ashley screeched. "Are you really serious? I
mean, you're not pulling my leg about that... are you?"
"I'd kiss and touch your leg, but I would never pull it."
At this moment in time, I wondered to myself if there was
such a thing as too much hot, 18-year-old pussy. Perhaps
she truly was Daddy's little girl in her Oklahoma hometown,
but on this beautiful island of mine, Ashley was transforming
into a hot, brazen slut before my very eyes. That lovely
face, snug pussy and tight ass of hers were helping turn my
deepest, darkest fantasy into a reality. Is there any man
out there who has not dreamed - at one point or another - of
totally corrupting the sweet and innocent, newly-adult teen?
Not only had I been the lucky one to pop Ashley's virginal
cherry on Monday night, but now I had blazed a hot, forbidden
trail into her ass as well. This good girl was definitely
going bad, and no one could be any happier about it than me.
Ashley was quickly becoming a certified blowjob machine and,
I cannot forget, she allowed me to take a razor and shaving
cream to that scrumptious pussy of hers. What will my two
wives, Devon and Kristanna, think once they learn that I am
the one responsible for Ashley's new, freshly-shorn look?
What would the other girls think about it?
For whatever reason, I had yet to "click" with the trio
of Torrie, Stacy and Caitlyn during the first five days of
their visit to the island. I did have sex with Caitlyn, I
remember, but that was during a threesome with Ashley and
the Hispanic princess was, unfortunately, an afterthought to
me during most of the encounter. Nothing against her, mind
you, but Ashley was garnering most of my attention during it.
Torrie was basically a lesbian who hated men and I STILL
had not gotten a chance to sit down and talk to her. Stacy?
The only thing I knew about Stacy thus far was that she
reminded me an awful lot of Kristanna, with her tall, slender
frame, immaculate blonde hair and those long, luscious legs.
I had yet to thoroughly introduce myself to her, either.
Of our guests, at least I could take solace in the fact
that there was Ashley. She seemed very willing to commit
herself to me as a plaything over the remainder of her stay
in paradise. I had 51 days left with her - or seven weeks
plus two days. Yes, Ashley was turning my darkest fantasy
into a reality. She was allowing me to sexually corrupt her.
I will be sad to see Ashley leave when the time comes,
but it will be necessary. My life will forever change on
that day because from then on, I shall devote myself to Devon
and Kristanna in a truly monogamous relationship. With
Devon pregnant (and hopefully Kristanna soon to follow), it
will finally be time for us to settle down and concentrate
on our impending children. Ashley may turn out to be my
favorite of any woman who had ever been on this island
(excluding Devon and Kristanna, of course), but the day will
come when it will be time to say good-bye to her forever.
Between now and then, though, I was going to enjoy the ride.
Oh... I was going to enjoy it very much!
"I love this island!" Ashley exclaimed, serenading my lips
and mouth with a series of lustful kisses, as we cuddled
together in the aftermath of our explosive climax. "I love
everything there is on this island! Everything!" Ashley
attacked my mouth with a hard, forceful kiss. "EVERYTHING!"
"We love having you on the island," I informed her, short
of breath, once the kiss ended. I could not believe what a
nymphomaniac that this little girl was turning into!
Ashley moved her hands over and across my chest as we
shared another hungry, passionate kiss, then slid them around
my torso and did the same to my back. She even trailed her
right hand downward and offered my posterior a good squeeze,
boldly proclaiming, "I love this island of yours so much that
I never want to leave it! _NEVER_!"
<<<- End of Part 5 ->>>
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"Island Paradise: DevKris"
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