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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 5 of ?? - Completely re-written
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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 though I may just spontaneously combust. I was
somewhere up in the clouds. My feet definitely weren't
touching the ground as I moved and walked about on this
beautiful, wondrous day. I felt like singing in unison with
all 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 nine years ago, it seemed as though 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. It may have been a mere four days since the two
of us first met each other, 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 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 deep 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 them. 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
mouth 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 time.
Unfortunately, I had not saw Devon for the past couple
of hours on this lazy Sunday 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 the next 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'd
be, unfortunately, right here - all alone.
Kristanna badly wanted to be here to meet and greet all
of the ladies upon their arrival four 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 state that she would
be arriving on the island sometime tomorrow evening. I
simply could not wait for that to happen, because I knew
that Kristanna would fit in quite nicely with the others.
A luscious 22-year-old who split her life between Oslo and
Los Angeles, 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 don't 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 the one
who was my best friend. 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.
* * *
When I entered the voyeur room, I noticed on one of the
monitors that Devon was lounging beside the indoor (heated)
pool along with Pamela, Trish and Lisa. Apparently, the
four ladies were deep in conversation.
Located just underneath the glass portion of the roof, I
figured that the indoor pool would become a favorite spot
for many of the ladies over the coming days and weeks. The
best word to describe it would be "pristine". The pool was
large and immaculate, and quite the luxury hang-out spot.
Its primary feature was a long and twisting water-slide
which emptied into the beautiful grotto outside.
I had the urge to eavesdrop on the conversation between
Devon, Pamela, Trish and Lisa, but chose not to because of
what was happening upon another surveillance monitor.
Stephanie was in Amy's guest suite, squirming about as
she sat upon the bed in a little, two-piece bikini swimsuit.
Of course, Amy was beside her, running her slender fingers
through the vixen's silky-smooth brown hair. Intrigued, I
flipped the hidden microphone on for that room.
"Everybody is gonna wonder where I'm at," Stephanie said,
appearing a bit distraught. "I told Devon I would only be
gone for a few minutes - long enough to get a drink in the
kitchen. I don't want them to worry about me..."
"Wouldn't you rather be here with me, though?" Amy asked,
a wicked, nasty glint in her eyes. "I mean... think about
it. You could lay at poolside with the others and talk about
nothing. Or, you could let me fuck your brains out."
Stephanie squirmed about some more in response to those
words. "Well, if you put it that way..."
"That's my girl," Amy grinned, as she continually stroked
and brushed Stephanie's hair with her fingertips. "You're
such a pretty thing. Did anyone ever tell you that, honey?"
Stephanie blushed and replied, "A couple of times."
"I heard that you are somewhat submissive," Amy grinned.
"You like to submit to your lovers during sex; obey them."
She stroked Stephanie's hair some more and cooed, "Is that
true, honey? Are you submissive?"
"Yes, I am."
"I am submissive too, but I can also be dominant," Amy
told her. "There are a couple of things that I would be
interested in trying with you - if you're interested." The
red-head offered Stephanie a kiss on the cheek and cooed,
"Would you be willing to allow me to... oh, indulge myself?"
"Indulge away," Stephanie giggled in response.
"First thing is first," Amy said, before her voice turned
more dark and fierce. "Take your bikini off."
Stephanie looked at the 27-year-old with wide eyes, but
complied with the request. She wiggled out of first her
top, then her G-string. "Quick personality change, huh?"
"I don't mean to scare you, honey, or make you feel one
bit uncomfortable. Not my intent. "The red-head reached
underneath the bed and produced a pair of silk scarves.
"Let me live out this fantasy with you, Stephanie. I want
to tie you up, and make you scream."
"It's not normal that I allow someone to tie me up just
a few days after meeting them," the brunette murmured,
gulping her throat. "But I trust you, Amy. I trust all of
the girls here. Jeremy has assembled a nice group."
"Come here, sweetheart," Amy breathed, embracing Stephanie
with both arms and kissing her passionately. I watched with
very interested eyes as the pair of ladies swapped their
tongues together through a heated, open-mouthed exchange.
Stephanie, whose hot, nude form was on total display, seemed
to be succumbing to the idea of being placed into bondage.
"Are you going to let me do it?" Amy insisted, waving
one of the white scarves before Stephanie's face once their
kiss ended. Not getting an immediate answer, Amy buttered
Stephanie up some more with another tongue-filled kiss.
"Oh yes," she finally replied. "Do it..."
As I sat in the voyeur room and watched this amazing scene
unfold before me, I had to sigh and take a very deep breath.
I had a novel interest in the art of bondage, but certainly
no first-hand experience. I would never advocate hurting or
causing another person excessive pain, but the thought of a
playful bondage session was quite enticing to me. With any
luck, I told myself, that was what Amy had in mind now...
* * *
"Lay down front-first on the bed, sweetheart," was Amy's
instructions. Stephanie did as she was told, then squealed
once Amy grabbed her right wrist and guided it toward the
headboard of the bed. She double-knotted the scarf around
her wrist, and then securely fastened its opposite end to a
hole in the headboard. Amy did the same with Stephanie's
left wrist; binding it with the second scarf and attaching
it to the other side of the headboard.
"It's okay," Amy purred, kissing Stephanie's shoulder as
the busty enchantress breathed in heavy, quick gasps. "I'm
not going to hurt you. Well, I'm not going to hurt you too
much, at least..." Stephanie whined at those words. I could
tell that her excitement level was building by the second.
"Try to get loose, honey."
Stephanie squirmed about and did her absolute best to
break herself free of the silk scarves which bound her wrists
to the headboard. But it was no use. They were too tight.
"Excellent," Amy grinned. "But I can't take any chances.
I'm going to have to tie your legs up, too."
Stephanie moaned, then squealed once more as Amy produced
a second pair of scarves. She double-knotted both of them
over and around Stephanie's ankles, and eventually offered
each a tug to make sure they were secure. Next, she spread
the 25-year-old's legs apart, placing her feet upon opposite
corners of the bed. Finally, Amy took the ends of each silk
scarf and tied them around the bed's wheels on either side.
Satisfied with her evil handiwork, Amy took a step back
and smiled. Meanwhile, I already had my cock out and was
busy stroking it. I was very attached to Devon and wanted
to spend the majority of my time with her, but even she took
a backseat right now. Seeing Stephanie tied spread-eagle to
four corners of the bed piqued my interest like never before.
"What are you going to do to me?" Stephanie quaked, maybe
a bit frightened, as Amy folded a pillow and placed it under
her waist. Now, Stephanie's sweet ass was upturned - and in
all probability, about to receive a good spanking. Watching
her writhe and squirm about against the unbreakable bonds
was enough to make me gasp in desire.
"I'm going to worship your body," Amy replied, that nasty
glint still in her eyes. "But I'm going to do it in my own,
special way. You just need to relax, honey."
Stephanie's own eyes went wide as Amy pulled a blindfold
out from underneath the bed. Stephanie turned and shook her
head wildly, but it did her no good. Amy slipped the red
blindfold over her head, completely shielding her eyes.
"I can't see!" Stephanie whined. "Take it off! PLEASE!"
"Shhhhh," Amy offered in a soothing voice, her lips now
close to Stephanie's ear. "You'll be okay. I'll make sure
that nothing bad happens to you. You do trust me, right?"
"Yes," the brunette answered, her tone of voice somewhat
distraught. "But I can't see! Why is that thing on me?"
"It's better this way - trust me," Amy countered, kissing
her on the cheek. "You won't have any idea as to what I'll
do to you next. Things will be more exciting for you." Amy
paused and added, "I thought you were a submissive, right?
For a submissive, you seem to whine an awful lot."
Despite her continual cries and pleas, I could tell that
Stephanie was extremely aroused right now. "Yes, I am a
submissive," she countered. "It's just that I'm used to
soft and loving bondage, with my ex-boyfriend. To... to
tell you the truth, he is the only one who ever placed me
into any sort of bondage. He was so soft and gentle."
I nodded in total approval as Amy began to shed her own
clothing. First it was her sandals, then her red tank-top,
and the matching pair of short-shorts. She tossed the items
elsewhere, then stepped out of her white G-string and kicked
it into literal oblivion. "I will try to be soft and gentle
with you, too," Amy purred. "But I can't promise anything."
Having foregone the use of a bra (which did not surprise
me), Amy was now totally nude. What an incredibly-stacked,
lovely woman, I said to myself. No wonder she had such a
large group of boyfriends in her hometown of Cincinnati.
"Oh God... what are you doing?" Stephanie asked, her head
twirling about as Amy pulled a backpack out from underneath
the bed. "What's that noise?"
"Settle down," Amy told her, as she reached into the bag
and retrieved a black leather whip. My eyes nearly exploded
as I quickly used the camera to zoom in on the cruel object.
Was it a cat o' nine tails? I wasn't sure. But if it was,
I knew those could be quite painful with enough force. I
then panned the camera back for a wider view of the action.
Amy seemed to be glowing as she held the whip up and let
its leather strands caress her left arm and wrist. She kept
an eye on Stephanie, who continued a losing fight against her
unforgiving bonds. No matter what, she couldn't break free.
With an evil grin, Amy extended her arm back and let the
whip fly. Its leather strands struck Stephanie's unsuspecting
ass with moderate force, but made her entire body jump as
she screamed wildly in response. Before she could catch her
breath, Stephanie's ass received another blow from the strap.
Then another, and another, and another...
"FUCK!" the normally sweet, charming young woman finally
roared. "FUCK, AMY! FUUUUUCK! MY ASS!" After just four
lashes, Stephanie's ass was already a bright shade of red.
It was also shaking and quivering about uncontrollably, too.
"I know it hurts, honey," Amy said, placing the whip upon
Stephanie's upturned ass and sliding it about ever-so-softly.
"But I can see that you like it. You like the hurt." Amy
paused and asked, "Want me to continue?"
"Yes," Stephanie breathed.
I gulped and cringed as Amy offered Stephanie a series of
five more quick, unrelenting swats upon the ass with that
cruel whip. The brunette continued to scream out in an even
mixture of pain and pleasure, her words now incoherent.
Amy, of course, still had that glow about her. She seemed
to enjoy having her dominant side on display like this...
Stephanie's entire body was now trembling as Amy dropped
the whip and climbed onto the bed with her. She settled
herself upon her elbows and knees - just above Stephanie's
prone form as she lay in bondage front-down on the mattress.
With Stephanie's lovely face turned to the side, Amy used the
opportunity to curl her own neck and offer her a soft kiss.
"I want you to feel real good, sweetheart," Amy murmured,
kissing her yet again. "If I hurt you too much, just let me
know. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I am..." Stephanie whined, that blindfold around her
eyes concealing what had to be a sheet of erotic tears.
"You do make me feel good, Amy! Very good!"
"I love your face because it's so pretty, but it's not my
favorite part of your body," Amy told her. "I love your big
breasts, too. They look fabulous on you. And your pussy
looks so inviting... and delicious. But neither it or your
breasts are my favorite part of your body, either. Do you
know what my favorite part about you is?"
"My ass?" the 25-year-old speculated.
"You're very perceptive," Amy giggled, giving her lover
one more kiss on the lips before hopping off of the bed.
She offered that ass a playful smack with her hand and said,
"I just think it is so sweet, and perfect. Really perfect!"
She paused and added, "The whipping was just to warm it up
for me. Now, dear Stephanie... NOW comes the main course."
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked again. "Are
you going to fuck it? Is that the main course?" Oh God...
I nearly blew my load at those nasty words. Stephanie asked
about anal sex as if it were a normal occurrence for her.
"I have something even better in mind," Amy said wickedly,
licking her lips in pure anticipation as she eyed Stephanie's
firm, tight ass. I quickly got an idea as to what may be on
Amy's mind. No, I told myself. Amy wouldn't do that...
"I have wanted to do to another woman for basically all
of my life," the 27-year-old confessed. "Your ass, baby...
it's so precious. It needs to be worshipped."
"How?" Stephanie asked, confused. "If you're not going to
fuck it... how? You've already whipped me."
"Like this..." Amy breathed, my eyes wide, as she leaned
over and spread Stephanie's asscheeks apart with both hands.
My earlier belief was now validated as Amy extended her wet
tongue and offered Stephanie's anus a full, sweeping lick.
"Oh God, Amy! No!" she screamed, though her voice was
still full of erotic stimulation. "It's so nasty!"
"I don't care," Amy sighed, giving that puckered orifice
another full lash with her tongue. "I've wanted to do this
to another woman for so long. Now is my chance..."
"Licking my ass!" Stephanie screamed, trying her best (but
failing) to sound offended. "OH... IT'S SO NASTY!"
Those words only added fuel to Amy's already burning fire.
I shook my head in denial as she offered Stephanie's rectum
swipe after swipe with her tongue. Soon, Amy tried to jam
her tongue inside the air-tight crevice. She had her tongue
fully extended, and was jutting her head back-and-forth in a
quick, continual motion. I could not believe my eyes!
"OH GOD!" Stephanie kept screaming. "NASTY! NASTY! IT'S
SO NASTY!" She paused and added, "BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD!"
"Hmmmmm..." Amy moaned in response, obviously liking that
last part. She gave up trying to stuff her tongue inside of
Stephanie's anus, and decided to concentrate on it with
another round of full, sweeping licks. Simply incredible...
Myself, I did not look at this particular sex act as being
"nasty". Instead, I felt as though it was taboo; forbidden.
Personally, I would never do this to someone else. But that
did not mean that I wasn't enjoying the show. Actually, it
made me happy to see Amy in some perverse, warped state of
Heaven. After all, the red-head claimed that she had wanted
to do this to another woman for a very long time. It made me
feel good inside that this island of mine aided in making her
lewd, fiendish fantasy a reality.
As for Stephanie, I really enjoyed her reaction. She
continually screamed about how nasty and awful this was, but
her body mannerisms told me that she was incredibly turned
on right now. It was as if Stephanie thought this was taboo,
too. But at the same time, she could not deny her arousal.
"I have a little surprise for you," Amy cooed, finally
withdrawing her face from inbetween Stephanie's asscheeks.
"It's for being such a good girl, and letting me do that to
you without protest. Well... at least, real protest."
"Oh fuck!" Stephanie moaned. "What are you going to do to
me NOW?" I felt somewhat sorry for her because she had that
blindfold on. Watching Stephanie's head jerk about to every
little noise was pure entertainment. But on the other hand,
Amy was right. The blindfold obviously added to her pleasure.
Reaching into her backpack once again, Amy pulled what
appeared to be - of all things - an egg. At least, it was
shaped like one. The device had a thick wire attached to it
with what looked to be a hand-held control pad on the other
end. What was that thing?
Stephanie's whole body squirmed and tensed up as Amy
gently inserted the round object between her thighs, and
into her pussy. Amy made sure the "egg" was buried deep,
too. All I could see now was that black wire coming out of
the brunette's swollen pussy folds.
"WHAT IS THAT?" Stephanie demanded. "It feels funny!"
Once Amy flipped a switch on the hand-held controller,
Stephanie roared out like she never had before.
"It's a vibrating egg!" Amy exclaimed, enjoying the loud,
continual series of screams emanating from the submissive.
"I have it turned to maximum power, too!" She grinned and
wryly added, "It's gonna make your pussy EXPLODE, baby!"
My eyes were wide and my heart was racing at what I saw
before me upon the monitor. It was readily apparent that
Stephanie had NEVER been quite this excited before. First
it was the harsh whipping, then the rim-job courtesy of Amy.
Now, her tender pussy was getting what appeared to be the
ultimate workout from that "vibrating egg". The thing must
have been turbo-charged. Stephanie was screaming so loudly
that I feared she may wake people all the way over in Peru!
It was over quickly, though. There was no possible way
that Stephanie could stave off this orgasm. Not only did
her pussy explode - as Amy said it would - but seemingly so
did her whole, entire body. Stephanie let out one final,
earth-shattering scream before the dam busted.
The juices literally flowed from her pussy, trailing down
her inner thighs and forming a small puddle upon the bed
beneath her. Wanting to taste and swallow them, Amy did her
best to swipe up that delicious nectar with her tongue. In
the process, she flipped the switch for that egg to "off".
* * *
Once Stephanie finally settled down from the height of
joyous orgasm, she was motionless upon the bed for several
seconds. For an instant, I wondered if there was something
wrong with her. Every muscle in her body was still.
Displaying her tender side, which I enjoyed, Amy leaned
forward and kissed the side of Stephanie's head.
"I really hope you enjoyed having that done to you as much
as I enjoyed doing it to you. I think you're so precious..."
After a brief moment's hesitation, Stephanie finally spoke.
"Untie me," she said in a very flat, uncharacteristic tone.
Certainly, it was not the voice of a typical submissive.
"What?" Amy countered, perhaps taken off-guard.
"Untie me," the brunette reiterated, using the same tone
as before. "Untie me now!" She paused and demanded, "NOW!"
Amy looked startled, but did what was told of her. I got
the sense that she felt that Stephanie was angry with her.
As strange as that may sound, I had the very same feeling.
Stephanie had been very charming and sweet since her arrival
on the island, but this was a new side to her personality.
After her arms were free, Stephanie whisked the blindfold
off of her head. She blinked for several seconds, her eyes
adjusting to the sudden beam of light. Then, she had a wild
look in those eyes while turning her head to watch Amy undo
the two silk scarves which bound her legs to the bed.
"I didn't hurt you... did I?" Amy wondered, scared. "Are
you mad at me? I would never do anything to you, honey, if
I didn't think you would like it." Amy appeared genuinely
concerned. She had good reason to feel that way too, simply
because Stephanie was staring an absolute hole in her.
"Get on the bed," the fully-loaded vixen demanded, her
dark eyes flashing with wanton desire. "Get on the bed so I
can fuck the ABSOLUTE STUFFING out of you!" A sudden rush
of excitement overtook my body as I watched Stephanie grab
Amy, and throw her down to the bed. She was displaying a
very uncharacteristic amount of force. She was turning the
tables on Amy, and becoming dominant herself. I loved it!
Amy's uneasiness and trepidation from seconds ago had
faded away in an instant. Now, her lovely face was burning
with heated arousal as Stephanie inspected the same vibrating
egg that Amy had just used on her.
Suddenly, Stephanie shook her head and placed the object
upon the floor. Then, she reached into Amy's backpack and
pulled out a monstrous, strap-on dildo.
My aching cock - which I had been busy stroking all this
time - just erupted like a volcano. I could not believe my
eyes as I stared the gigantic strap-on dildo, which appeared
to be at least 12 inches in length. I had saw my fair share
of X-rated movies with "toys" involved, but certainly never
before did I personally know any women who used them.
Nor did the thought cross my mind that Amy - or any of
the other ladies - had brought a collection of "toys" with
them to the island. Amy's backpack was already becoming
quite legendary. First she pulled out a cruel leather whip,
then a vibrating egg and now a humungous strap-on dildo.
Thus, the question begged to be asked...
What else did Amy have in that backpack of hers?
Whatever the answer was, Amy was currently trembling with
sheer, obvious anticipation. The look in her eyes as she
watched Stephanie step into the massive dildo's harness,
then fasten and buckle it into place around her trim waist
told me all that I needed to know. Amy was well aware of
the fact that Stephanie was about to give her the absolute
pounding of a lifetime. Fortunately, I had a front row seat
for what promised to be a memorable encounter...
"Oh yeah..." the 25-year-old hissed, her delicate hand
busy frigging the massive, purple-colored instrument as it
protruded outward from her pelvis. "Look at what you made
happen, Amy! Look at the hard-on you gave me!"
The red-head giggled at that accusation, obviously
enjoying it. "I didn't realize how well-hung you were,
Stephanie, until just now!" She snickered some more before
adding, "Looks like you got a whole foot-longer there!"
"You're such a nasty girl, Amy. You licked and tongued
my ass like it was a lollipop! That's so NASTY!"
"And you loved every single minute of it," Amy countered,
nodding her head for emphasis. "Tell me that you loved it."
Instead of replying verbally to that, Stephanie instead
let out a sigh and shook her head. An instant later, she
hopped onto the bed with Amy and spread her willing thighs
with both hands. She positioned her body between them, then
grasped the obscene-looking dildo with her right hand and
immediately thrusted it hard and deep into Amy's pussy.
Stephanie's large breasts wobbled back-and-forth as her
body bucked and churned about in a frantic, non-stop motion.
The excited look upon Amy's lovely face - and her unyielding
screams of pure arousal - were something to behold.
"OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! YES! YES!"
Amy wrapped both arms around Stephanie's shoulders and hugged
her tightly, adding, "OH, DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Stephanie had the glare of a deranged maniac in her eyes
as she absolutely throttled Amy and her pussy with the huge
strap-on dildo. Her athletic, taut body was a literal blur
as she pounded her nasty lover in the missionary position.
I also enjoyed the sight of Amy's own breasts, as the large
globes of luscious flesh bounced and flopped about wildly.
"YOU LIKE ME FUCKING YOU!" Stephanie roared outloud, her
comely face just inches from Amy's. "YOU WANT ME TO SPLIT
YOU IN HALF! OH, YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY SLUT! THIS IS WHAT
YOU GET FOR LICKING MY ASS!"
"FUCK, STEPHANIE!" Amy screamed in response. "OH FUCK!
I... I'M GONNA CUM! OH... FUUUUUCK! *FUUUUUUUUUUCK*!..."
My cock exploded once again as Amy's entire body arched
high off the bed. She let loose with yet another tirade of
profanity which lasted several seconds, then her body simply
collapsed onto the bed. All the while, Stephanie continued
to hammer away at her pussy with the obscene strap-on dildo.
She only stopped once it appeared that Amy had all of the
life literally fucked away from her body.
* * *
Instead of lunging forward and attaching her mouth to
Amy's for a tender kiss - which I thought would be the
appropriate thing to do, she instead stood up. Stephanie
glared at Amy for several seconds, the fires of unquenchable
lust still burning in her eyes. Soon, she unbuckled the
dildo's harness and angrily threw the crude object to the
floor. I then realized that Stephanie wasn't finished...
"Lick my ass!" she demanded, turning her back to Amy and
bending over slightly. She reached back with both hands
and spread her asscheeks, saying, "I know you want to! Come
on... lick it some more! Do it!"
Amy was obviously tired after what her body had just went
through. Still, however, she found the energy to sit up on
the bed. Stephanie then bent over even lower - jutting and
flaunting her sweet, whip-reddened ass just inches away from
Amy's hungry, eager mouth.
"LICK IT!" she demanded again.
"Oh my..." I moaned, as Amy moved her lips inward and
began to assault Stephanie's puckered anus with her tongue.
Newfound life quickly found its way back into my cock, and I
began stroking it rather briskly. The beautiful woman had
her own unique reaction as well - she squirmed and writhed
about in forbidden arousal while keeping a firm grip on her
asscheeks - holding them far apart for Amy's probing tongue.
"YOU'RE SO NASTY!" the 25-year-old screamed, the level of
passion within her seemingly multiplying by the second. "OH
GOD, AMY! YOU'RE SUCH A NASTY GIRL!"
"I know what you need... you little SLUT!" Amy announced,
getting into the verbal game as she withdrew her lips from
Stephanie's outstretched ass. With a fierce look in her
eyes, Amy reached down and retrieved a hand-held dildo from
within her ominous backpack. The dildo was thin, and about
six or seven inches in length. It appeared perfect for...
"I'm gonna fuck your ass now!" Amy roared, pressing the
dildo's head to Stephanie's anus and then jamming it inside.
The vixen's reaction was predictable. She pushed her
ass backward, causing the entire length of the black dildo
to disappear into the confines of her rectum. Only its
handle (which Amy had a firm grip on) was still visible.
What amazed me the most was that Amy had not taken the
time to properly lubricate Stephanie's ass, but the lusty
brunette did not seem to mind. She was too excited, as was
I. Needless to say, I had another throbbing erection now.
An instant later, all Hell broke loose.
Amy's arm was a blur as she thrusted the dildo in-and-out
of her new lover's anus as hard as she possibly could. I
was not surprised to watch Stephanie lose her balance, and
fall to the floor (upon her hands and knees) as she screamed
out in response. Her words were totally incoherent...
It was obvious that Amy wanted to return the favor from
moments earlier. She wanted to brutalize Stephanie with a
dildo - just as the young woman had done to her.
I gulped my throat as with her free hand, Amy picked up
the "vibrating egg" and flipped its power switch on. The
erotic object began to shudder about with battery-powered
electricity, and then Amy inserted it back into Stephanie's
overheated pussy - perhaps, where it rightfully belonged.
Considering what the vibrating egg had done to her
earlier, I was surprised that Stephanie lasted 15 seconds
before her whole body just seemed to spontaneously combust.
Not only did she have the powerfully-charged object in her
pussy, but Amy was still blasting her ass with that dildo.
Combine that with everything else which happened to her...
Stephanie's screams were high-pitched while on her hands
and knees, she pounded her fist upon the carpeted floor
repeatedly. I legitimately wondered if the four ladies who
were at the indoor pool - Devon, Pamela, Trish and Lisa -
could hear her. Stephanie was screaming THAT loudly...
Whatever the case, the massive orgasm she experienced was
something which I will never forget. I had never witnessed
such an animated, wild reaction from another person before.
Stephanie's whole body shook and shivered in the aftermath,
her lovely face a twisted sea of lust, as Amy continued to
work over her pussy and ass, respectively, with those toys.
And it should come as no great surprise that sometime
during Stephanie's orgasm, my cock exploded - AGAIN. My
wrist and legs had become completely covered with sperm.
When it was finally over, Stephanie's whole body went limp
as she crumbled to the floor. Amy flipped the egg's power
switch off, but left it embedded within the submissive's hot,
swollen pussy. She did withdraw the thin dildo from her ass,
however, and then leaned upward and offered Stephanie a
series of tender kisses upon her neck and shoulders.
"Oh God... that was simply incredible," Amy breathed, now
nibbling upon one of her ears. "Just incredible!"
Unable to speak, Stephanie groaned and nodded her head in
response. It looked like she had been hit by a train...
* * *
Amy and Stephanie were not the only ones feeling the
after-effects of their monumental encounter. An hour had
passed since its conclusion, and yet, I was still stroking
my shaft just remembering the mere images in my mind as I
lounged upon the bed in my personal suite. The voyeur room
was quickly becoming my sanctuary. I was definitely glad
that I could go back in time and review all of the trysts
and encounters between the girls, as well as those including
me. The most recent one, though, was dominating my mind.
I tried to put the pieces together and make sense of
everything which had just transpired before my shocked eyes.
Never before had I witnessed two people try to blast one
another into absolute oblivion during a sexual encounter.
Amy and Stephanie certainly took a gigantic leap beyond the
bounds of what was normally thought of as "rough sex". It
surprised me that both of them were still in one piece.
Yet, nothing they did seemed so excessive that I found
myself offended or disturbed. As I stated earlier, I could
never harm or hurt another person in any fashion whatsoever.
Yet both Amy and Stephanie seemed to enjoy whatever pain
they put each other through. Thus, since they enjoyed it,
so did I. I wanted all of the ladies to be happy.
I also wondered what else Amy could possibly have in that
backpack of hers. Was it full of whips, dildos and various
other sexual devices? The mere idea of Amy carrying that
backpack around with her over the next ten weeks and blasting
every woman in sight with her collection of toys sent shivers
down my spine. Amy was a remarkable woman, however, though I
sometimes wondered if she was actually a human being. The
27-year-old just seemed so overly fiendish and insatiable.
Another thing which definitely caught my eye about her
encounter with Stephanie was that the hot brunette seemed to
handle the double-penetration she received from Amy with
relative ease. I wondered to myself if Stephanie had allowed
others to do that sort of thing to her body in the past.
I seemed to recall the conversation Stephanie had with
Devon and Amy a few days earlier, when she spoke about a
whole group of women who used to get together with her for
some sexual fun. Perhaps they wielded dildos, too?
* * *
As these wicked thoughts swirled throughout my mind and
clouded my senses, a knock suddenly came to the front door
of my personal suite. For a moment, I wondered if it was
the luscious duo of Amy and Stephanie. Wouldn't it be
something if they ravaged each others' bodies right here
upon my own bed, before my very eyes?
Intrigued, I threw on a pair of shorts and hurried over
to the door. No, it wasn't Amy and Stephanie. Instead, it
turned out to be something much, much better.
Still overcome with an unspeakable amount of desire, I
grabbed sweet, beautiful Devon by the shoulders and pulled
her into the room with me. She gave me a smile, but then
gasped as I smashed my mouth upon hers for a feverish kiss.
Devon's eyes were wide, perhaps in shock, as I released her
after ten seconds of the hardest kiss I ever gave anyone.
"What's with you?" she asked, in her squealy tone.
I took a deep breath and knew that I had to settle down.
Even though I wanted to share everything about myself with
Devon, I could not clue her in about the voyeur room just
yet. I could not tell her that I had earlier watched Amy
and Stephanie absolutely throttle each other beyond belief.
What if Devon did not approve of the voyeur room?
Thus, I offered her a gracious smile and remarked, "I am
just happy to see you, dear." That certainly was not a lie,
but it wasn't the truth either. "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, 'hon,"
was my response. "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, dear."
"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 unequaled.
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 taht 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," Devon added. "Is that okay?"
"Is that my surprise?" I grinned, knowing the answer.
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 snickered 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
and closed its door behind her. "Absolutely insane." I
then smiled and rubbed the aching bulge which was still
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 front door to the suite.
Startled for a moment, I quickly sat up and looked at the
door. Could it turn out to be Stephanie and Amy after all?
"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 though 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 26-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 didn't 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 really 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
this 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 couple of 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 blonde 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... FUCK!" she screamed out, her head raised as
she stared down at me. "FUCK 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."
"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 restroom's entrance with
both arms folded in front of her. My heart literally sank
in my chest as I quickly sensed that Devon was upset that I
had been fooling around with Pamela right under her nose...
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