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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 21 of ?? - Completely re-written
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With tears streaking down her face, Devon looked at me
and asked, "Then how come I feel like I cheated on you?"
As we sat side-by-side upon the round, oversized bed in
our private suite, I placed my hands upon Devon's shoulders
and gazed deep into her pretty, blue eyes. "Princess, you
did not cheat on me. How many times must I tell you that?"
"I had sex with two different guys!" the blonde whined.
"Strangers, even! I was so into being with that black guy,
Kenyon, that I lost my mind for awhile." She sniffed her
nose and continued, "Don't you see, Jeremy? All of my life,
I have prided myself on being totally faithful to whomever I
am with. I cheated on you. I... I can't believe it."
"Devon, you did NOT cheat on me," I reiterated, a laugh
escaping my throat as well. "I'm the one who brought all
those guys here in the first place. I did it because I
thought you and all the other girls would enjoy the chance
to let your hair down, so to speak, and really go wild."
"I cheated on you," she pouted, her voice weak.
"How did you cheat on me if I don't say you did?" was my
counter. "Devon, honey... I'm not accusing you of anything.
I WANTED you to have fun, and let yourself go with those
guys. There was no crime in it. It was good, harmless fun."
"I can't believe I allowed myself to succumb to another
man," Devon frowned, shaking her head. "Two of them, even!"
"Using your logic, sweetheart, then don't you cheat on me
when having sex with the other girls as well?"
"That's different," she told me. "The other girls and I
are like a fraternity. It's been that way since the summer
started. You can have sex with any of them, Jeremy, and I
do not think that you're cheating on me. I may get somewhat
jealous if you spend a lot of time with them, but in no way
do I consider it cheating. We're like a fraternity here."
"Those guys WERE different," she continued. "They were
not part of our fraternity. Even worse, they were GUYS. I
promised myself after I shared my deepest, darkest secret -
about what happened with Ecstasy in high school - and then
how compassionate and understanding you were about it, that
I would never be with another man. You were the only man I
wanted, Jeremy. I would not even LOOK at another man. Yet,
less than two weeks later, I'm in the middle of a gang-bang.
I saw all those cocks, and I couldn't control myself..."
I kissed Devon on the forehead and told her, "I love your
honesty and faithfulness, dear. I just wish that you would
look at what happened with all those guys the same way I do.
You did not cheat on me. I brought them here, hoping you
would have sex with all ten. That's what I wanted, because
I thought it would make you happy. It obviously back-fired,
so I'll never bring those guys here again. But Devon... in
no way whatsoever did you cheat on me. No way, no how. It
is not cheating if I endorse and condone what you do."
"Well, it's cheating to me," she frowned. "I can't help
the way I feel about it. Anyone outside of the other five
girls on this island is considered cheating in my book."
"Sweetheart, it's okay!" I stressed to her. "The girls
have been BUZZING after what happened to them yesterday! I
just wish you felt the same, exact way. Amy loves being
gang-banged, as does Kristanna. It was Stephanie's life-long
fantasy to be a part of one. Pamela enjoyed it, too. And
Trish? Well, Trish is so worked up after what happened that
she finally got Lindsay out of her mind. Temporarily. Why
can't you be happy and vibrant about it, like the others?"
"Jeremy, none of those girls made a commitment to you,"
Devon squealed. "I did. Forever and ever and ever. As I
said, throughout my entire life, I have prided myself in
being totally faithful. It was something that I always felt
was a good quality to have. Now, it's out the window."
"You did not cheat on me," I told her once again, but this
time in a much softer tone. "You did not cheat on me. I'm
sorry, princess. I should have never brought those guys here
without consulting you first. I just wanted it to be a big
surprise. I never thought you would have this reaction."
"I set very high standards for myself when it comes to
being in a relationship," she offered.
"I know you do," I nodded. "From this point on, you can
be totally faithful to me - no more men, and no women outside
of our quote-on-quote, fraternity. I'm actually flattered
and honored that you want to totally devote yourself to me
like this. I know you could have any man you want, dear,
but you choose me. That is very special."
"The worst part about it," Devon whined, "was when it was
happening, I was not even thinking about what I was doing!
I had no thoughts other than what those men were doing to me
with their cocks - especially Kenyon. I did not even think
about it, or feel guilty, until after the fact."
"It's okay," I reiterated. "I'll never bring them here
again. It already happened, so we can't change it. All we
can do is move forward. I love you, Devon, and you love me.
I know that and you know that. I want to marry you one day.
I want you to be the mother of my children. That's all that
matters, Devon. You and I are together, we're in love and,
best of all, we're going to STAY together. No matter what."
* * *
Several hours later, Devon was still feeling a bit down
and depressed, so I suggested that she and I take a nature
walk throughout the rain forest all the way to the beach on
the most northwestern tip of the island. Devon declined my
offer, though, saying that she did not feel all that good.
I tried to nudge her into a change of heart, but she simply
did not feel up to leaving the mansion's grounds today.
I finally relented on my effort, but Devon did suggest
that I ask one of the others if they would be interested. My
initial thought, of course, was to ask all of the ladies if
they wanted to accompany me throughout the forest and to the
beach. It was Devon who then came up with the suggestion
that instead of leading all of them on the hike, or at least
a group, I should instead take just one lady - Trish.
"Out of all the girls on the island, Trish is the one you
have spent the least amount of time with," Devon told me.
"Why - I don't know, because she is sweet, friendly and very,
very gorgeous. I think she would love to have a couple of
hours alone with you. It would give you two time to talk,"
Devon then smiled and concluded, "and God knows what else."
I chuckled at her playful words and countered, "What are
you going to do while I'm away, dear?"
"Oh... I don't know," she purred. "Maybe dream of you?"
My eyes wide, I smiled and simply said, "Wow."
"What I'll probably do is get with Kristanna, and do some
work in that little garden we're putting together," she told
me. "It may not quite as good as that big, botanical garden
you have, Jeremy, but Kristanna and I are proud of it."
"That is the only thing that matters," I grinned, as Devon
took a seat upon the bed and then laid down. I smiled once
more, then mused, "Can I ask you something, dear? What is
it with you and that teddy bear?"
"Mr. Gordo?" she confirmed, holding the stuffed brown bear
up and showing it to me. "What do you mean?"
"Mr. Gordo? That's its name? What is the deal with him?
You go to sleep with me every night, but also him. I feel
like I'm part of a three-some with you and that teddy bear."
Devon shook her head and playfully scorned me, "Don't
talk about Mr. Gordo like that!" She snickered and added,
"Mr. Gordo is my buddy. He's been my life-long friend. I
may be 25, I guess, but I've never outgrown him. I can't
fall asleep unless he is with me."
"I kind of got that sense last week, princess, when you
brought him to the beach when we camped out overnight."
"I bet you had a teddy bear when you were younger!" she
giggled. "What was its name, Jeremy? Tell me."
I hesitated and laughed, but then confessed, "Henny Owl."
"Henny Owl?" she exclaimed.
"I outgrew her by the time I was 11 or 12, though," I
quickly added. "I had a Garfield, too."
Devon clutched the teddy bear to her shoulders and held
it warmly. "I'll never outgrow Mr. Gordo. One day I'll be
a little, old lady, and I'll still go to sleep with him."
"I don't have any problems with that, sweetheart," were
my words, "provided that he never sleeps between us."
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that!" Devon
squealed, offering me a timid punch upon the shoulder. "I
may be attached to Mr. Gordo, but you're my favorite teddy
bear of all, Jeremy." Devon wrapped her arms around me and
gave me a loving hug, but then pressed Mr. Gordo's furry
face to my mouth and chortled, "Kiss him, Jeremy! Kiss him!"
"I'd rather kiss you," I said, shooing the stuffed animal
away from my face and then pressing my lips to Devon's. Our
kiss was very slow and loving, and tongue-filled. Once it
was over, I nodded and smiled, "Looks like you're feeling
better, dear. I don't want you to feel guilty because of
what happened last night. If anything, I am the one at
fault. I should have conferred with you beforehand."
"I do feel better, but I am still angry at myself, too,"
she responded. "You're the only man I want, Jeremy. You're
the only man I NEED. You may say that you are not mad at me
because of what happened. You wanted me, as well as all the
others, to let our inhibitions go and have fun. But I made
a terrible mistake in doing what I did... and I'm sorry."
I smiled and shook my head at her. One thing that I could
say about Devon was that she was stubborn. Very stubborn.
* * *
I was, in a word, awestruck while standing at the entrance
to the exercise room, my eyes focused and locked upon Trish.
The young woman was currently putting herself through a good,
physical workout as she did her thing on the stair-master.
One should easily expect that Trish, who was employed as a
certified fitness instructor in her hometown of Toronto, was
in excellent physical condition. With her lean, muscular
legs and tight, round ass, the bombshell-blonde looked every
bit the athlete that she undoubtedly was.
But what caught my attention about Trish the most was her
breasts. The large, heavy-set globes seemed to fill out her
red aerobic top in the most mouth-watering of fashions. The
way they bounced and jiggled about as she worked those legs
and hips on the stair-master machine was enough to give me a
hard, bulging erection. Since Trish was perspiring somewhat,
the damp top clung to her breasts, and thus, the outline of
her nipples were clearly visible underneath the fabric.
Moments ago, Pamela suggested that if I wanted to find
Trish, the best place to look would be the exercise room.
Apparently, Pamela had left Trish here about an hour ago. My
intention, of course, in seeking out and finding Trish was
simple - I wanted to ask her if she would like to accompany
me on the hike throughout the forest and to the beach.
As I stood at the entrance to the exercise room, however,
a scenic walk was the absolute, furthest thing from my mind.
I was enjoying the scenery right here just fine.
Trish was oblivious to my presence, but that did not stop
me from leaning against the doorway and letting out a gentle,
content sigh. Trish was so incredibly gorgeous. I wondered
to myself how Lindsay, despite her young age and lack of
desire, did not want to commit to a relationship with Trish.
Excluding her physical appearance, the Canadian was still
a beautiful woman. She was incredibly thoughtful and loving,
and very friendly. In many ways, Trish seemed like the ideal
woman. I guess that is why she reminded so much of Devon.
I was lost in my thoughts for a moment, but was jarred
back to reality as Trish flashed me that winning smile of
hers. "Hi Jeremy," she greeted, noticing me and stepping
off the machine. "How long have you been standing there?"
"A couple of minutes," I responded, eyeing her awesome
figure from head to toe. "Just enjoying the view." Trish
giggled at my words as I added, "How are things?"
"Good," she nodded, taking a deep breath and placing a
towel around her neck. "Very good."
"You and Stephanie seem to be becoming quite close."
Trish smiled and rolled her eyes in response, saying, "It
sure is a lot easier to have feelings for someone when those
feelings are actually returned. A lot easier." Trish tossed
the towel onto the floor and twirled her head in circles.
"You still think about Lindsay, huh?"
"Yeah," she frowned. "But I'm getting better every day.
I am starting to finally realize that I will never see her
again. I knew that before, but now it is sinking in."
"I understand," were my words.
Trish hesitated before saying, "I just wanted to thank
you, Jeremy, for giving me a second and really third chance
when I had those problems with Lindsay. I guess a lot of
people in your position would have automatically sent me
home. I know that harassment is a very serious issue. I
still don't think that I harassed Lindsay, but I can also
see where you and her thought I did. Just... thank you, for
allowing me to stay here. I don't want to go home early."
"I didn't want you to go home early, either," I mused.
"I want you to stay with me for the whole ten weeks. You
are too good of a person to just discard like that."
"I'm beginning to see what you want to happen on the
island," she told me. "It's actually quite clear."
"Oh? What is that?"
"You want us all to fall in love," Trish responded. "You
and Devon, of course, and Stephanie and me. I don't know if
Pamela and Amy love each other, but they have sex just about
every single night. I hear them through the walls. The wild
card around here seems to be Kristanna."
"I want all of you girls to be happy," I told her. "If
you find a life-long relationship with someone else here,
whether it be Stephanie, Pamela, Amy or Kristanna, or even
Devon, that would make things all the more better for me."
"Devon?" Trish exclaimed. "Isn't Devon your property?"
I laughed and corrected her, "No, I am HER property. No,
seriously, Devon also wants a life-long girlfriend in life.
I want her to be happy too, obviously, so I would be more
than willing to share her with the right woman."
"Devon is a real sweetheart," Trish nodded. "But I am
focusing on Stephanie right now. I really like her."
"As you should, because Stephanie likes you, too."
Giggling, Trish looked at the vast array of equipment
throughout the exercise room and decided to change the
subject. "I've been doing aerobics and working out since I
was in high school. But I'm not quite sure I ever got the
type of workout like I did yesterday, with all those guys."
She laughed once again and added, "That was WILD! My only
regret is that I did not have all ten of those guys for
myself! I had to share them with the other girls."
I smiled at Trish as well, wishing to myself that Devon
felt the same way about the events of yesterday. "Again, I
want you girls to be happy. I felt as though a surprise
visit from a group of guys would cheer all of you up."
"It did... most definitely," she assured me. "There is
nothing quite like a big, nasty gang-bang." Trish smiled
and glanced over my shoulder for a moment, then around the
fitness room. "Wow, I can't believe it," she then said,
turning her attention back to me. "You and I are actually
alone, Jeremy. No Devon, no Pamela and Amy, Kristanna or
Stephanie. I better take a picture. I better take full
advantage, too." Trish showed no hesitation as she stepped
forward and planted her lips upon mine for a soft kiss.
"What was that for?" I grinned as she eventually moved
back, her dark eyes flashing with newfound desire.
"Just for you being you," Trish responded. "I really
appreciate everything that you have done for not only me,
but really all of the girls, thus far this summer, Jeremy.
None of us could ever thank you enough for it."
"Feel free to show your appreciation anytime," I told her
in sort of a cheesy tone, attempting to sound cute.
Trish smiled and pressed her lips to mine once again.
This time, however, I slipped my tongue into her mouth and
explored its velvety recesses. She met my tongue with her
own within the confines of her mouth, and then they began to
duel and slip-slide together in hot, erotic unison. Trish's
arms encircled my lower back, then she pulled me closer to
her. Her large, thick breasts felt fabulous as they were
squished all nice and snug against my chest.
The kiss continued as I snaked an arm around Trish's
slender waist, only to then move my right hand down to her
sweet ass and offer it a good, hard squeeze. The Canadian
responded by reaching for the large bulge within my shorts
and then, she began stroking it rather briskly.
Soon, Trish dug her hand underneath the waistband of my
shorts, then reached inside. Our kiss was broken as I tossed
my head back and sighed, due in part to Trish wrapping her
long, sleek fingers around my erection and offering it a firm
squeeze. It wasn't too long after this that the bombshell
had pulled my shorts down, and off. I kicked my sandals off
and now, I was completely nude from the waist down.
Our game of strip-the-other continued when I pressed my
lips to hers for another kiss. I stuck my tongue deep down
her throat, never wanting to leave it. At the same time,
though, I used both hands to yank her spandex shorts down.
It was a rather tight fit on her, indeed, but removed quite
easily. Trish broke the kiss and stepped out of her shorts,
then turned and led me by my shaft over to the far wall.
Fortunately, she had not been wearing any panties under it.
"I've waited for this moment since I got off the plane,"
Trish said, her voice full of lust as she glared at me. "I
want nothing more right now than to fuck you, Jeremy."
The young woman placed her hands upon my shoulders and
then backed me against the far wall in the exercise room.
Still stroking my cock, she initiated a heated, passionate
kiss between us. I cannot even begin to describe what it
felt like to have such a beautiful woman like Trish forcing
herself upon me. Let me simply say that it was fabulous!
It did not last for long, though. Trish broke our kiss
yet again, only to drop to her knees upon the carpeted floor.
With only her aerobic top and a pair of sneakers on, along
with white socks, Trish grabbed my erection once again and
began stroking it. The hungry, excited expression upon her
lovely face told me what this was leading up to...
"I need your cock," Trish said, almost in a whimper. "I
need it in my mouth. Right now."
Trish removed her left hand from my hard shaft, but kept
pumping its thick base with her right. Then, her blonde head
darted forward and she took half of my pulsating cock between
her moist lips and into her mouth. She continued to frig the
base of my shaft with her hand while offering its upper half
a soft, wondrous sucking. I was already in Heaven!
I moaned as Trish's next move was to slide both of her
hands to my testicles. She twiddled and played with the
delicate flesh, which did nothing but send intense shockwaves
of pleasure shooting throughout my body. At the same time,
however, the enchantress had taken the full length of my cock
into her mouth and was feverishly slurping away upon it.
Trish's pretty eyes shifted upward and caught sight of
mine. She gave me a cock-filled smile, then giggled. I
could feel her tongue sliding over and around my erection,
within her mouth. Trish continued to stare at me as she
started a slow, up-and-down bobbing motion with her head.
The 26-year-old massaged my testicles with her fingertips
as she soon began using short, quick head-strokes. With my
aching shaft firmly embedded in her mouth, she bobbed her
head up-and-down at a furious, but short-distanced, pace.
Of course, I am someone who believes that there is not a
better feeling in the world than having a beautiful woman on
her knees in front of you, servicing your cock. With my
situation here on the island, I had an entire group of lovely
ladies who were absolutely starved for some cock - MY cock.
This truly was an island paradise, and I was the recipient
of it. I was very, very fortunate to have this, too...
With a forearm, Trish brushed a long mane of blonde hair
away from her face and continued to pay erotic homage to my
thankful cock. Instead of a up-and-down bobbing motion, now
the lust-queen was wildly bouncing her head upon my cock.
My body stiffened and I let out a growl. I was about set
to explode. Trish realized this and grasped the base of my
erection with both hands, then squeezed tightly. She sealed
her lips around its bulging head and was quickly rewarded
for her efforts with a thick, gooey helping of sperm.
Trish growled in hunger, obviously enjoying the taste.
Two more heavy spurts went into her hungry mouth and down
her throat, but that was all I could muster for the time
being. Trish did not seem to mind, though. She swallowed
all the juice and then offered me a gleeful smile.
When Trish released my cock from her mouth, she had an
exotic, content look upon her face. I took a step back from
her and let out a sigh. The Canadian moved forward, though,
and cupped my deflated shaft with her right hand. Glaring
up at me playfully, it was clear what she wanted.
"Trish, I want you to stand up and bend over at the
waist, and put your hands flat against the wall here."
The seductress looked at me with another grin. "Are you
going to give me a spanking?" Her expression seemed to be
full of hope. I didn't have a spanking in mind, but things
were always subject to change...
"I'll spank your naughty little ass, sure," I told her,
which brought another smile. "But first, I have something
else in mind. Do as I told you. Please..."
Displaying the submissive quality I enjoyed in all of the
women here, Trish turned her back to me and leaned over at
the waist. She spread her legs apart, then placed both hands
upon the wall and wiggled her shapely ass in a provocative
manner in front of my leering gaze.
I stepped forward and reached around her voluptuous body,
and eventually got rid of the aerobic top/sports bra which
had concealed her breasts. I tossed the garment elsewhere,
then dropped into a seated position behind Trish's quivering
ass and immediately began to thrust two fingers into her.
Trish's body stiffened in pleasure and she let out a
moan in response. "You like that, don't you, sweetheart?"
were my words. Her only reply was another moan, as I
increased the speed of my fingers. "Yeah, you like it."
I stared at the small, pink crevice nestled snugly between
Trish's thighs as my fingers jammed away at it. It was a
luscious sight, indeed. I suddenly felt hungry and could not
help but to lick my lips in anticipation.
"Tell me you like it, sweetheart," I said, now fingering
her even faster than before.
"Yes..." the vixen moaned. "I like this... I like it a
whole lot." Her body was squirming about in arousal.
"What am I doing to you, dear?" I was teasing her now.
"Tell me what I'm doing to you. I want you to say it."
"You're..." Trish moaned, "finger-fucking my pussy..."
She growled and added, "Oh yeah! It feels so good!"
I continued thrusting two fingers in-and-out of her at a
rapid pace for several seconds, then suddenly came to a halt.
Trish took a deep breath as I used a finger from each hand
to part the lush, velvety folds of her wondrous pussy. Once
I inserted my tongue, she let out a long, extended moan.
"OH YEAH..." was her response as I burrowed my tongue
deep inside her womanly slit, tasting its many delights.
The beauty writhed and squirmed about in obvious arousal as
I then withdrew my tongue, only to start a series of licks
and dabs upon her damp, swollen folds.
I began to pound one finger in-and-out of her slit while
also working it over with my tongue. Trish's pussy tasted
just as wonderful as it looked. It was a pleasure to not
only sample her, but to also watch her thrash and shudder
about in lustful bliss because of what I was doing to her.
Soon, I found myself with another hard, full-on erection.
Since this was what Trish wanted most from me, I put an
end to the finger/oral assault and rose to my feet behind
her. The young woman squirmed about in pure anticipation,
knowing full well what I was about to do to her.
Trish held her bent-over posture, her hands upon the
wall, as I settled in close behind her. I grabbed ahold of
her ass and squeezed tightly, then poked my cock between the
tight folds of her pussy. Even on the inside, I could feel
that Trish was incredibly wet. She was very, very excited.
Both of us shuddered and moaned in arousal as I slid my
cock all the way inside of her. I continued until my balls
were nestled all nice and snug against her upturned ass.
"Oh my God..." Trish moaned, short of breath. "Your big
cock... it's filling me... fucking me... fucking me..."
I slowly pulled my erection out of her pussy, then jammed
it back in. Holding onto her hips with both hands, I then
began a continuous, but gentle, thrusting motion. It felt
incredible - needless to say - to have my cock inside such
a beautiful woman. Words could not do the feeling justice.
It wasn't too long before Trish was meeting my thrusts
with ones of her own. When I went forward, her sweet ass
moved backward - and thus, an erotic collision occurred. It
only took a couple of these to get me going. The speed of
my thrusts increased and in no time flat, I was hammering
away at the vivacious blonde as hard as I possibly could.
I remembered Trish's earlier request that I give her a
spanking - and I wasn't the type to disappoint a beautiful
woman. I pulled my right hand back, then gave her ass a
good, hard swat with it. This brought a squeal and yelp
from the 26-year-old. I slapped her ass again, my cock
still thrusting away in her pussy, and it set her off.
"OH GOD YES!" Trish screamed in undeniable lust. "OH
YES! SPANK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK IT HARD!"
I follow through on her requests by using both hands,
alternating between them, to swat each side of her supple
ass until it was a bright, crimson-red color. At the same
time, my hips were a blur as I pistoned my throbbing shaft
in-and-out of her incredibly tight slit. I was truly
pounding her luscious body for all I was worth.
"OH MY GOD!" the vixen screamed. "I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA
CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! GONNA... CUMMMMM!"
Trish continued to wail out in incredible pleasure as she
experienced what was obviously a mind-blowing orgasm. At
the same time, though, I did not let up on her with my
powerful thrusts. In fact, I used both hands to grab ahold
of her ass and use it for support as I focused all of my
energy into pummeling her slit with my willing erection.
I didn't last very long, though. Seconds later, I too,
felt the sweet joy of orgasm. The wonderful feeling gripped
my body, and it felt like all the energy suddenly went
directly to my cock. An instant later, I screamed out in my
own lust as I spewed load after load of sperm into Trish's
hungry, awaiting pussy. What an incredible moment...
"Oh my God..." the blonde whimpered, still holding her
bent-over position, with both hands upon the wall. "Oh my
God... Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God..."
I'm not quite certain what she was going on about. The
best guess I have is that Trish was reacting to the feeling
of my sperm being deposited into her little pussy. Whatever
the case, she continued talking while I grunted and growled,
making sure every ounce of my seed was planted inside her.
Several seconds after my orgasm had come and gone, I
finally popped out of Trish. I took a step to the side and
leaned against the wall, using it for support. I let loose
a heavy sigh, then watched as Trish fell to her hands and
knees upon the floor. At least for the moment, she was as
sexually exhausted and physically spent as I was.
"Thank you, Jeremy," were her words, her body shuddering
in the aftermath. "I really needed that. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure," Then, I suddenly remembered the
reason why I originally sought out and found Trish on this
very bright, sunshiny day. I offered up a laugh and asked,
"Would you like to go on a walk to the beach with me, dear?"
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