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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 23 of ?? - Completely re-written
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I was making my way throughout the mansion one afternoon
when I noticed that Trish was seated outside on the front
swing, rocking back-and-forth in a rather languid motion.
I stopped and peered through the window blinds, and then
noticed that she was alone, too. Trish also had a depressed
look upon her lovely face as she munched on a small tub of
ice cream. What was wrong with her? I had to find out...
I strolled outside and when Trish looked at me with her
glum eyes, I offered her a friendly smile in return. "Hi
there," was my greeting. "Care for some company?"
"Not at all," Trish responded, pointing to the spot next
to her on the swing. She continued spooning the ice cream
into her mouth and offered, "Take a seat."
I did just that, and then helped her in making the swing
rock back-and-forth in a peaceful, slow motion. I smiled at
Trish again and said, "Why do you look so unhappy, dear?"
Hopefully, she still wasn't feeling bad about Lindsay...
Frowning, Trish shook her head and replied in a breathless
tone, "I don't know, Jeremy. Life is so terrible. If it's
not one thing happening to me, it's another. I try my best
to be nice to Lindsay, yet I wind up sexually harassing her.
Now, apparently... Stephanie is no longer interested in
having a relationship with me." My eyes went wide as Trish
added, "Stephanie has decided that she likes Amy more."
"What?" I exclaimed.
Frowning again, Trish shook her head as a string of tears
went cascading down her face. "I'm not good enough for her."
As she then broke down and began sobbing, I wrapped an arm
around Trish's shoulder and consoled her the best I could.
"St-Stephanie likes A-Amy because she-she dominates h-her."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I moaned, my body tingling in a
very negative manner. Suddenly, the thought of what happened
yesterday between Amy and Stephanie - with the heavy bondage
and inflatable butt-plug - no longer excited me. Apparently,
that encounter put the final nail in the coffin, so to speak,
for any possibility of a relationship between Stephanie and
Trish. The brunette found more Amy more exciting...
"This is the story of my life!" Trish sobbed. "Every
single time, I am a step slow, or a step late. I'm never
good enough! You... you don't know how much it really hurts
me, Jeremy, that I hu-hurt Lindsay. I l-loved her more than
anything. All I ever wanted to do was make her happy. But
whenever she thinks of me in the future, if she does, the
only thoughts that will come to her mind are negative ones.
That... it... it hurts me. I wanted to be nice to her!"
Trish sniffed her nose and continued, "Now... Stephanie.
She was nice to me and all. She said she could love me,
and help me. Everything was going great. But then, all of
a sudden, Stephanie tells me that she wants to pursue a
relationship with Amy. Just like that... I'm not good enough
for her. I... I'm not good enough for anybody!"
I took a slow, deep breath and shook my head in response
to those words. I felt terrible for Trish. This was the
second time in the past two weeks that someone had stuck a
dagger through her heart. This was not part of the master
plan I had before bringing all of these women here...
"I'm sorry, Trish," I reiterated, placing an arm around
her shoulder. "But maybe it's best that it happened this
way. It is much better for Stephanie to break things off
with you early on, rather than do it later. I know how
intense you get about relationships, dear, and those feelings
would only become stronger as time went on."
"Oh, I'm not so upset about Stephanie breaking me off,"
Trish offered, flicking her wrist for emphasis. "What I am
upset about is that this is the story of my life. The way
things are going, I'll never be happy. I'll just be lonely."
A new set of tears began to flow as Trish added, "All I've
ever wanted in life is for someone to love me..."
"It won't happen overnight," I told her. "It took me 28
years, sweetheart, to find the right woman for me - Devon.
I can't tell you how many times I laid awake at night, all
by myself, thinking about how lonely and depressed I was. I
knew I had so much love to give, yet no one to give it to. I
wondered if I would spend the rest of my life this way."
"I feel the same way," Trish cried, covering her eyes
with an open hand. "I feel the same way..."
* * *
As you may expect, Trish and her problems were foremost on
my mind throughout the majority of the day. I simply could
not believe that a woman who was as beautiful as Trish, both
inside and outside, could have so many problems when it came
to relationships. Trish was much too good of a person to be
experiencing this type of heartbreak time and time again.
After dinner, which consisted of top sirloin steaks with
crushed peppercorns, mashed potatoes and brown beans, Devon
felt so sorry for Trish that she volunteered to spend the
evening with her. "Maybe I could make her feel better, you
know?" Devon said to me. "I think Trish could really use
another woman to talk to tonight."
I was in complete and total agreement, though the idea of
a heart-to-heart discussion between Devon and Trish seemed a
bit interesting. Devon was overly loquacious, while Trish
was not afraid to share either her problems or feelings. I
figured that they could be talking very late into the night.
I should also point out that over dinner, I did not say
much of anything to both Amy and Stephanie. I was not angry
or upset at them - if they were happy together, then so be
it. I just felt bad for Trish. She deserved better.
It was rather obvious, though, that Amy and Stephanie
were absolutely infatuated with one another. They sat very
close together at the dinner table and never stopped trading
smiles. I got the sense that Stephanie wanted to be treated
like an object, with (borderline excessive) force involved.
Amy was so rough around the edges and aggressive herself
that it seemed as if she and Stephanie were an ideal couple.
Again, if they made each other happy - I was happy for them.
I just wish that it did not have to come at Trish's expense.
* * *
It was later that same evening when I found myself in the
spacious central room, located on the lower level of the
mansion, with a fire raging in the hearth behind me. It
wasn't necessary for warmth, despite the fact that there was
a cool breeze blowing outside on this June evening. Nor was
the fire for light, as there were plenty of wall and desk
lamps lit up all around me.
I simply enjoyed listening to the sounds it made.
As the fire cackled behind me, I heard footsteps from the
nearby staircase and smiled at what I saw descending toward
me. I had been reading a book, but slipped a leather marker
into its pages before closing it as Pamela slowly made her
way to the bottom of the steps.
"Hey," Pamela said with a hopeful smile. "Good book?"
I nodded my head at her while placing the paperback onto
a nearby end table. "Of course it's a good book. It's the
one you suggested to me earlier in the library."
"Ghost stories," Pamela returned, her voice picking up.
"I thought you would like a book about them." She paused
before adding, "I'm glad you were reading it, Jeremy."
I held out my arm and motioned with my head for Pamela to
come over to me. She did just that, and I pulled her into a
seated position - all snug and close against my side.
I planted a gentle kiss upon her cheek, and offered her a
warm smile. "How are you doing tonight, dear?"
"All of a sudden, things are so jumbled up around here,"
the vivacious blonde responded, sighing. "Now, Amy wants to
be room-mates with Stephanie, so she and I are no longer
together. Devon and Trish are together tonight, I guess, so
that leaves Kristanna for me. But I don't know who I'm
going to room with after tonight. Devon will be with you..."
I patted my lap with an open hand, and then Pamela smiled
as she moved up and took a seat across it. I grinned at her
again as she hooked her arms around my neck, while I slipped
mine around her lower back.
"Much more comfortable now," Pamela smirked, looking at
the fire cackle on behind me. "Very romantic scene, here."
"You could always room with Devon and me," I reminded her.
"Have you... thought about my proposal from yesterday?"
She nodded her head and answered, "Yes, I have, but I am
still considering it. You did say I have seven weeks to
come to a decision. I really like you, Jeremy. I think you
know that. But I just wouldn't want to drive any sort of a
wedge between you and Devon."
"I don't think you would," I told her. "But that is what
the next seven weeks are for. I talked to Devon earlier.
She wants you to stay with us, too. But if you don't want
to, Pamela, we would understand. We really would."
"I can't tell you how much I appreciate your kindness and
generosity," Pamela cooed. "I find it hard to believe that
you would actually have a private school built in Maryland
just so I can fulfill my dream, and become a teacher."
"It would be built for you," I nodded. "But I could do a
lot of good with that school, too. Maybe it could be for
underprivileged, perhaps disabled, children. But I would
see to it, provided you finish college and get your degree,
that you would be a teacher there." I smiled and added, "I
don't hold you being a stripper against you, as a lot of
other employers would. I'm not judgmental like that."
Pamela shook her head and laughed gently. "I have never,
in my life, known anyone who is nicer and more giving than
you are, Jeremy. You're almost too good to be true. No
wonder Devon latched onto you so quickly."
"I just treat people the way I'd like to be treated," I
told her. "As long as I do that, I'll be okay. I have been
this way my entire life, sweetheart."
"Do onto others as you'd have them do onto you?"
"Exactly." I paused and added, "I just want you to be
happy, Pamela. I think everyone in this world deserves to
be happy. I would hate to see you go to college for four
years, or however long it is, get a teaching degree, but
then be shut out from finding a job because you were once a
stripper. I know that you're a good, hard-working person,
and you would make an excellent teacher. I want to give you
that opportunity. Just because you take your clothes off
and dance for others does not make you a bad person."
Pamela frowned and countered, "Being a stripper has never
really bothered me, I guess, but it has never exactly been
my life's ambition. Since I have the body and looks for it,
I decided to give it a try. Really, it is very easy money."
"How did you get started?"
"My boyfriend, back when I was 19, suggested that I try
amateur night at a strip club in Baltimore. We were going
away for the weekend, and needed some extra money. I had
never been in a strip club before, or took my clothes off
for strangers, of course, but I won first prize anyway. I
think it was one or two hundred bucks. The manager asked me
if I would like a job there, and the rest is history."
"You've been an exotic dancer since you were 19?" were my
words. "Wow... that's seven years. I bet you have a lot of
men who go to your club to see no one but you."
"Yes, I do," she grinned. "Women too. I bet they are
wondering where I vanished off to over these past couple of
weeks. They probably think I quit, or something."
"Their loss is my gain," I grinned, patting Pamela on the
hip as she sat all nice and snug in my lap. Pamela giggled
for a brief moment, then smiled as I moved my hungry lips
toward hers for what promised to be a delicious kiss.
Both of us sighed in wondrous arousal as I opened my lips
over Pamela's mouth, my tongue sneaking inside for a taste.
She met my tongue with her own, and soon both of them were
dueling and jousting between our pressed-together mouths. I
used both hands to cup and squeeze her tight, rounded ass,
and the feel of her firm, massive breasts upon my chest as
we rumbled together was giving me a definite erection.
"How can't I stay with you?" Pamela asked once our kiss
was over, her eyes sparkling as she looked at me. She gave
me a warm-hearted smile and kissed my cheek, then sprung off
of my lap with cat-like quickness and stood up before me.
"I better get going," Pamela mused. "Kristanna and I are
going to spend the night together. I don't want her to worry
about me, or think that I forgot about her."
What about me, though, I said to myself. I had a massive
erection and it needed to be taken care of! The intensive
feelings of Pamela's body so close to mine, as well as our
deep-rooted kiss, had a definite fire raging inside of me.
Not one to complain or detour any of the ladies from what
they wanted, I simply nodded my head and smiled at Pamela.
"Tell Kristanna I said hello - haven't seen her much today."
"Will do," the blonde promised, before turning around.
Like all of the other ladies, I hated for Pamela to leave,
but LOVED to watch her go. What a magnificent ass! It
looked even more appealing in those skintight denim shorts...
"Stop looking at my ass!" Pamela giggled as she ascended
the steps, without even glancing back toward me.
"Oh God..." I gently moaned, rubbing the tremendous bulge
within my trousers, once she disappeared up the staircase.
* * *
Moments later, I still had somewhat of an erection as I
returned to the luxurious suite that I shared with Devon.
Devon and Trish, Pamela and Kristanna, Amy and Stephanie.
It looked as if everyone had a room-mate tonight except for
me. I would miss having Devon in my arms, no doubt, but
perhaps it wasn't all that much of a bad thing. My body
could really use a night off in terms of sexual play. All
of these women were pushing me toward the breaking point.
However, I received somewhat of a surprise as when I
first stepped into my personal suite, Kristanna emerged from
the voyeur room. I offered the quirky Norwegian a curious
expression as she then pushed the button that moved the
retractable wall back into place, sealing the voyeur room.
"Hello there, dear," I said to her, offering a smile. "I
would say that Pamela is looking for you right now."
Kristanna shook her head and countered, "No. When Pamela
did not find me, she joined Devon and Trish in their talk.
I saw everything with the surveillance system." Call it a
surprise, but Kristanna - at least right now - had chose to
forego using her exotic accent. In fact, she seemed rather
downtrodden and depressed. "Pamela will be fine."
"Anything wrong?" I asked, extending my hand and grasping
hers. "Are you feeling okay?"
Kristanna frowned as I led her over to the big, oversized
bed, before both of us took a seat upon its edge. "I really
should not feel this way, Jeremy, because I know how happy
you are. You're with Devon. It looks like Pamela wants to
stay with you, too. And now, Devon has offered to let Trish
stay here on the island as long as she wants."
"She has?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. "Devon told Trish
that she could stay with us, too?"
"Yes," Kristanna responded. Again, her Norwegian accent
was non-existent right now. The 22-year-old spoke like a
normal, American citizen. "You know how Devon is, Jeremy.
Trish was telling her all about what Lindsay and Stephanie
did to her, about how lonely she is in life. Devon said she
felt the same way many times before in her own life. Soon,
they were crying, and that's when Devon made the offer."
I smiled in a faint way, though the mere idea of Devon
shedding any sort of tears was not a good one. "That's my
girl. She is always looking to help others out."
"It looks like everything is coming together so good in
your life," Kristanna frowned. "I just wish... I wish that
maybe... I could be your Devon. Me, Jeremy. Me."
Those words were certainly not expected, and thus, I did
not reply to them for several seconds. Kristanna wished
that she could be my Devon? In other words, she wanted to
be the centerpiece of my life. I had suspected this for
quite awhile now, but now was the first time Kristanna had
made any of these private feelings known.
"Kristanna, I love you. You're my best friend in the
whole, wide world. Any and all future happiness that I
have, I'll owe it to you. If not for you, I would have
never met Devon and Pamela, and everyone else." I shook my
head and continued, "But Kristanna, we have tried our hand
at a relationship in the past. It just... it won't work.
Your family is too important to you. I wish that they were
closer, but they're not. They're all the way over on the
other side of the world. You want to be with them."
"I don't see why you couldn't come to Norway with me, and
live with me there," Kristanna croaked, a tear running down
her face. "Before Devon and the others came here, you had
nothing to hold you back from doing just that."
"Sweetheart, I don't want to live in Norway. I'm sure
that it is a nice country, but I don't want to live there."
"You would move to Norway if Devon wanted you to," the
young woman scorned, her eyes narrow. I sighed and took a
very deep breath, simply because she was right. "That is
the difference, Jeremy. You love Devon with all of your
heart. You would do anything to make her happy. Me, I'm
just a friend. Thing is, I love you with all of MY heart.
You would move to Afghanistan with Devon if she wanted to."
I shook my head and sighed deeply. "Why didn't you tell
me about your feelings before now?"
"I'm not trying to steal you away from Devon," Kristanna
stressed. "That is the last thing I want, because I know
that she makes you happy, and vice-versa. I'm not even
trying to steal you away from Pamela or Trish either, Jeremy.
I am simply telling you how I feel. I know that I should
have done this a very long time ago, but I didn't."
"I've always just been your FRIEND," she continued. "You
have never looked at me as anything more. But our situation
these past three years has been very unique. I would come
here for a few days, maybe a few weeks, at a time. At first,
it was so I could be on this island. It's a true paradise.
But as time went on, my sole reason for visiting here was so
I could be with you, Jeremy. And when I was away, whether
it be home in Norway, or school in California, you were all
that I thought about. You were everything to me."
I gulped my throat as she added, "But I always got the
sense that I was nothing but a friend to you. You just said
it yourself - I'm your best friend. I thought if I were to
make my true feelings be known, you would feel threatened or
harassed, and would not want me in your life anymore."
"That's crazy, Kristanna!" I exclaimed.
"No, it's not crazy. Over the past three years, Jeremy,
I gave you everything I had in terms of feelings and love.
There isn't one thing I wouldn't do for you. That is why I
volunteered to write that match-maker software for you. All
I have ever wanted, Jeremy, is for you to be happy. I love
you so much, but I'm just a friend in your eyes."
"You're more than a friend," I gasped, taking her into my
arms and embracing her tightly. "God, Krissy. You... you
made me start living again. I was at the absolute depths of
Hell before I met you. I didn't trust anyone because of
what Victoria had done to me, leaving me at the altar the
way she did. You made me start believing in people again,
Kristanna. You made me see that there are good people in
the world. Not everyone is out to get me."
Now sobbing, Kristanna asked, "Do you love me, Jeremy?"
I groaned and responded, "Yes, but not the way you love
me. I never allowed myself to fall that deep in love with
you, honey, because our worlds are so far apart."
"Why are they so far apart?" she asked. "Say a year ago,
if I offered to come and live here full-time, you and I may
be the ones getting married now. But why should I have to
do that? Why should I have to come here, and stay with you,
when you could have very easily moved to Norway with me?
Why does it have to be on your terms, Jeremy? Why?"
"You had nothing at all holding you here," she added. "No
family, no commitments, nothing. Me, my whole family is in
Norway. Why should I leave everything I have known my entire
life, so I can come live here with you? You, on the other
hand, would leave nothing if you went to Norway with me. I
would have given you everything, Jeremy. Everything."
"I... I don't know what to say," I stammered out, but only
after several seconds of silence. "I... I'm sorry."
Kristanna shook her head and reiterated, "I don't want to
steal you from Devon, Jeremy. I cannot say that enough. I
just wanted you to know how I feel. It's about time. Devon
is a great girl. She is my friend, too. I would never try
to take you away from her. Never. But I'll never stop
loving you. I love you more than Devon EVER could."
Kristanna shook her head once more, then wiggled out of
my embrace and rushed toward the exit of the suite. She
careened through it, and did not look back or acknowledge
me when I yelled out her name. I felt terrible.
* * *
Kristanna's words were still first and foremost in my mind
when moments later, I decided to venture down to the kitchen.
I needed something to drink. If I condoned alcohol (which I
don't), I would have poured myself a stiff drink. Instead, I
settled for a healthy glass of orange juice.
I felt like finding Kristanna, so we could continue our
discussion and clear the air. On the other hand, though, I
figured that she probably wanted to be left alone right now.
I could certainly understand why.
For awhile, I had the sneaking suspicion that Kristanna
was secretly in love with me. If you recall, I did ask her
flat-out if she loved me after my argument with Devon last
week, and Kristanna said no. I could tell that she was
lying, but did not think all that much of it at the time.
I certainly never imagined that her feelings ran so deep
for me, though. There was love, indeed, and then there was
LOVE. It seemed as if Kristanna felt the latter way for me.
What if she had told me of her feelings last year? Would
Kristanna and I now be married, and living in Norway? I
would have sacrificed my island in order for Kristanna to be
closer to her family _IF_ I knew how deep her feelings were.
I could have very easily fell in love with her. But I never
allowed myself to, because our worlds were so far apart.
A sickly, but funny thought then popped into my mind. If
indeed, I fell in love with Kristanna and agreed to move to
her homeland with her, I would have to eat Norwegian food...
NOOOOO! Anyone care for fish pudding? Fish puffs? Lutefisk
and lefse? Goat cheese sauce? Spinach soup? Riskrim?
In all seriousness, Kristanna had come to me with her
feelings a little too late. Devon was still the centerpiece
of my life, and nothing was ever going to change that. There
was a certain spark that existed between us, and it was very
special. I was not about to jeopardize it for anyone.
However, I still felt awful inside. I downed the glass
of orange juice in one, big swig, then poured myself another
one. I was about to do the same to it, but then Amy walked
into the kitchen and offered a wicked smile as she caught
her first glimpse of me. The truly insatiable, red-headed
nymphomaniac licked her lips and smiled. "Hi there, Jeremy."
Amy sashayed over to me and snuggled her voluptuous body
all nice and tight against mine. I sighed for an instant,
but it was not a good sigh. I did not want this now.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sensing my mood. "You didn't
have another fight with Devon... did you?"
"No," I said after a brief hesitation. "No fight. I
just uhh..." I grimaced before continuing, "Ever feel, Amy,
that you are empty and hollow inside? Something bad happens
to you, and you just feel terrible?"
"We all have at some point in our lives," she responded.
"Are you sure you didn't get into a fight with Devon? You
and her are still together, right?"
"Of course we are."
"That's good," Amy breathed, relieved. "What happened?"
I sighed deeply and answered, "It's a long story." I
shook my head and told her, "You know what would make me
feel really better right about now?"
"What?"
"A nice, long hug," was my response. "You game?"
"For you, I am," Amy said, wrapping her arms around my
shoulders and offering me a warm, loving embrace. I slid my
own arms around her body as well, and held her tightly. "I
will always be here for you, Jeremy, if you need my help."
Those words made me smile. Underneath that aggressive
exterior of Amy's was a good, compassionate person. I had
only saw little traces thus far, but I knew it was there.
"What did you come here for?" I asked, referring to the
kitchen. "Want a snack before you go to bed?"
"I was going to get a bottle of orange juice for me and
Stephanie," Amy replied, before giggling. "I can't believe
that you barred us from soda like Coke and Pepsi. But I
have felt so good over these past three weeks. The constant
glasses of orange juice and fruit punch is good for me."
"Yes, it is," I nodded. "It is much better for you than
soda products. I want you girls to be healthy, and live
long lives. I live on juice and punch, myself."
Our heartwarming embrace finally over, Amy stepped back
and cooed, "I am here for you, Jeremy, if you want to talk.
I don't know what the problem is, but I'd love to help."
I nodded my head and returned, "I appreciate it, dear,
and I'll keep that in mind. You're a... good person."
* * *
After Amy and I parted ways, I downed that second glass
of orange juice in one full swig. I glanced outside at the
night-time sky for a moment or two, then took a deep breath
and began the long trek back toward my personal suite.
Wanting to get some sleep, I rolled onto my side and
curled up in bed, and closed my eyes. I nearly drifted off
into dreamland, but was suddenly jarred awake by the sound
of someone opening the main door to my suite.
"Devon?" I said, rising to a seated position in bed as
the beautiful, stunning blonde approached me.
Wearing just an oversized night-shirt, Devon immediately
closed the short distance between us and took a seat on the
mattress beside me. "What's wrong?" she insisted, her hand
already grasping mine. "What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"I was just talking to Amy," Devon answered. "She said
there was something wrong with you, but you wouldn't tell
her what. Are you feeling okay, Jeremy? What's wrong?"
I smiled at Devon. Indeed, it was sweet of her to walk
out right in the middle of her conversation with Pamela and
Trish so she could check on my welfare. Her warm-hearted
and caring nature endeared me to her so very much.
On the other hand, I really did not think Devon needed to
know what was said between Kristanna and yours truly. I did
not want to cause a rift, or any sort of friction, between
the two of them. Kristanna was probably Devon's closest
female friend here on the island, and I certainly did not
want that to change. Plus, I did not consider Kristanna to
be any sort of a threat to my relationship with Devon. The
Norwegian was telling the truth earlier when saying that the
last thing she wanted was to come between Devon and me.
"I'm just... I'm out of it tonight, sweetheart," I told
Devon. "I'm not feeling all that good." There. Certainly,
it was not a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth, either.
"Oh, you poor thing," Devon cooed, placing her open palm
upon my forehead and then running over the crown of my head.
"Do you have the flu? Is there anything I can do to help?"
I smiled and nodded, "Just you being here right now,
Devon... it's making me feel a whole lot better." I brought
her free hand to my lips and kissed it in a gentlemanly way.
I then used my opposite hand to seek out and clutch one of
her large, plump breasts through the night-shirt she wore.
"Is it too much to ask you to spend the night with me?"
"That is never too much to ask," Devon grinned, pecking
my cheek with a kiss and then bumping her nose against mine.
"What about Pamela and Trish?"
"You watched us with your cameras?" Devon frowned. Before
I could answer, she said, "They're together. Kristanna is
with them, too." My eyes went wide at those words as Devon
added, "I don't think they'll miss me all that much."
"Kristanna is with them, too?"
"Oh yes," Devon responded. "She was just coming in when I
was going out. I think they'll all be okay. Amy was on her
way back to her own room, with Stephanie." She paused and
added, "I would have come back to you anyway, Jeremy. I do
not like the idea of you spending the night alone." Devon
pressed her lips to mine and offered me a loving kiss.
"Tonight belongs to us, sweetheart," I told her, a smile
upon my face. "Me and you. I'm gonna give you something
special tonight, sweet Devon. You're all I want." Soon, my
mouth closed over hers for another kiss.
Devon moaned with arousal as I then began to grope and
massage her breasts with both of my hands, kneading the
ripe, supple flesh through the thin night-shirt she had on.
An instant later, Devon's hands were roaming my back - her
fingernails scraping my own skin in a tantalizing manner -
as she returned my heated kiss with one of her own.
As things began to intensify between us, I rolled on top
of Devon and really beared down on her mouth with my own.
My tongue had shifted into high gear, and suddenly I was
kissing her with mad passion and unquenchable lust.
The 25-year-old vixen responded to my strong advances by
wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and squeezing tightly.
I tilted my face to the side, allowing myself better access
to her mouth. Then, I literally jammed my tongue clear down
her luscious, velvety throat - wanting to taste all of her.
Once Devon began to squeal, I knew she was on her way to
becoming very excited. That was the indicator with her - if
and when Devon squealed, she was always REALLY turned on.
The erotic sounds subsided momentarily as I broke off our
shared kiss, only to press my mouth to her neck and nibble
away upon it. Devon purred out in satisfaction as she then
brought her hands to my head, and ran her fingers throughout
my hair. She tilted her head backward upon the mattress,
allowing me better access to her tender, delicate neck.
"Oh yeah... I like that," the lust bunny cooed out. "Oh
yeah, Jeremy... that feels so good. I like that a lot."
"I like it too, sweetheart," I breathed, while in the
process of literally devouring her neck. Soon, I slid a
bit lower and nibbled upon her collarbone and shoulder.
Devon let out another squeal as I lifted her night-shirt
up and over her head, exposing her large, bare breasts. My
mouth went lower once again, but this time come to a halt
once reaching one of her plump, juicy nipples. Obviously,
she had foregone the use of a bra. I was delighted that
she did not have any panties on, either...
Devon cooed and sighed in approval as I squeezed that
breast with my right hand, while taking its nipple into my
mouth. I trapped the sensitive bud between my teeth and
tugged on it ever-so-gently, while flicking my tongue over
and across it in a continual, leisurely manner.
I continued paying oral homage to that breast for quite
some time, until offering Devon's lush, deepened cleavage a
full swipe with my tongue. I did it once more, then moved
my mouth even lower and dabbed my tongue in-and-out of
Devon's belly button several times in succession.
"Are you going where I think you're going?" my princess
asked me, a happy tent to her squealy voice.
"You're very perceptive, dear," I replied, before snaking
my head between her thighs and offering her exposed slit a
full, sweeping lick with my tongue. Devon's body tensed as
she sighed in response, and then she dug her fingers into my
scalp once more and massaged me there.
"It's all pink and pretty down here," I quietly mused,
giving the young woman's slit another lash with my tongue.
"All pink and pretty... and VERY delicious."
Once my tongue started swirling in a continual fashion
upon her little nub of a clitoris, Devon's body tensed and
she let out a series of loud, hoarse moans. Those sounds of
of passion and sheer arousal were absolute music to my ears.
Devon squealed as I latched onto her hips with both
hands, holding them tightly. Soon, she clamped her thighs
together around my head - which I LOVE - and let out her
loudest, most intense squeal yet.
"You like that, honey?" I asked, my tongue only pausing
long enough to say those words.
"Hmmmmm..." was the sound Devon offered in return.
I chuckled and said, "I'll take that in a positive way."
An instant later, I added two fingers to the mix as they
joined forces with my tongue. It was at this time when
Devon and her squeals of arousal became more prevalent and
continuous. Again, it was music to my ears.
With Devon's fingers knotted in my hair, she soon clamped
her thighs even tighter around my head and really started to
bellow out her passion. Her knees bent, she placed her feet
upon my back and used it as a way to lift her body, and arch
her own back high off the bed.
When I added a third finger to the erotic parade, Devon
simply lost simply control of herself.
Her screams and cries of passion flooded my senses as the
orgasmic juices flowed from within her pussy. Of course, I
lapped up all that delicious nectar with my tongue. I can
say nothing about her juice, except for it had a very sweet
taste. But what else would one expect from Devon?
Once the blonde's body finally settled back down upon the
mattress, she released that vice-grip with her thighs (around
my head) and let out a content, satisfied sigh.
"Oh wow..." Devon murmured as I withdrew from the silken
joining of her thighs. "That was wonderful, Jeremy."
"It was for a wonderful person, dear," I said, leaning up
and offering her mouth a slow, languid kiss. "You." I gave
her another kiss and mused, "It was awfully sweet of you to
ask Trish if she wanted to stay with us." The image of
Kristanna then flashed throughout my mind. "The more I think
about it, though, maybe it would be best if we kept things
between just you and I. No Pamela, no Trish, no one... but
you and me. You're all I need in life, Devon."
"Oh, be serious," she playfully scorned me. "You're crazy
about Pamela. I know you want her, Jeremy." I groaned as
Devon found the aching bulge within my trousers with her
right hand, and offered it a series of soft, gentle strokes.
"And Pamela wants you, too."
The thought then crossed my mind that my body did not need
a rest tonight after all. My body needed a dose of Devon...
The vixen hesitated for a moment, her eyes trained upon my
face, then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most
tender of fashions. Within my body, a sense of unspeakable
love seemed to wash over me all at once. I cannot even
begin to stress what this woman meant to me. I did not need
anyone else in my life. I did not even WANT anyone else...
"Hmmmmm..." the gorgeous blonde purred, withdrawing her
lips from mine for a short second. Devon heightened the
intensity upon my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it
roughly through the pair of trousers I still wore.
She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied
my face for a moment. I'm quite positive that Devon saw a
look of lust and undying devotion in my eyes. She enjoyed
it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine yet again.
"Oh God..." I moaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned
my trousers and dug her right hand down deep into them. A
sudden rush of pleasure coursed throughout my body as she
then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked
flesh of my throbbing cock. Devon busily frigged it while
slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste.
At the same time, she rose to her feet, but kept her lips to
mine by maintaining by a full, bent-over posture.
With her left hand, Devon grasped my right and pulled it
toward one of her large, heavenly breasts. She placed my
hand upon it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively
caused me to cup and squeeze the full mound of flesh.
She broke our kiss and offered me a playful smile. Devon
then pecked my cheek with her lips, and trailed them down to
my neck. Shivers resulted as she nibbled upon the sensitive
skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my erection. My
hand, however, seemed to lose contact with her large breast.
Then, I growled like a madman as Devon slowly but surely
dropped to her knees in front of me. She reached upward and
placed her right hand upon my chest, then trailed it all the
way down to my waist in a very sensuous manner.
"Just call this my late, after-dinner snack," Devon cooed,
pulling my trousers and briefs downward.
"Oh God..." I moaned once more, as my hard cock sprung
out and wobbled before Devon's adoring, blue eyes. Grinning,
she offered me one more glance before latching onto my shaft
with her hand and squeezing it firmly.
"You could have this from me, as well as Pamela and
Trish, every single night of your life from now on," the
vibrant enchantress purred, an instant before opening her
mouth and literally swallowing the full length of my cock
into it. I tossed my head back and moaned wildly as Devon
began to bob back-and-forth upon my aching member, her hot
mouth working my entire body into a passionate frenzy.
Perched upon her knees here in the bedroom, Devon was
absolutely ravenous and insatiable, her velvety mouth gliding
back-and-forth upon my erection as if it were her first meal
in days. Indeed, Devon was all I wanted in life.
Sounds of pure passion and hunger were emanating from deep
within her throat as her blonde head continued on with its
wicked, non-stop bobbing motion. Soon, I had to place both
hands behind me and lean upon the bed. Without its support,
I may have toppled over. There were so many emotions running
throughout my body at this moment in time. The reason for
that, of course, was because I loved Devon so very much.
Devon gripped the base of my cock with her right hand
and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with hot
desire as she withdrew my length from the confines of her
mouth. The 25-year-old looked up at me and smiled warmly.
Now, Devon seemed to know that she had me curled around her
finger. Of course, that was always the case.
"Oh yeah," Devon grinned, her hand now a blur as she
frigged my erection. "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy?
Are you gonna shoot it all over my face? Yes! Cum for me!
Come on, Jeremy... cum for me. Cum all over my face!"
"OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of
thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed
upon Devon's forehead. The second quickly followed, hitting
her square in the nose. Devon then took my cock back into
her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the third and
fourth explosions in rapid-fire succession. Unbelievable...
"Hmmmmm," Devon growled, her lips still wrapped tightly
around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of semen
out of it with her hand. Finally, Devon withdrew my cock
from her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile.
The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over my princess'
face had saturated it completely. Her face was covered
with my wet, sticky juices, and she obviously enjoyed it.
Devon always seemed to smile when she had cum on her face...
Devon nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I
want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me." She then
rose to her feet and turned her back to me. Now glancing
back over her shoulder, Devon leaned over slightly at the
waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward. She twitched
her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative
eyes, and said in her most sultry tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy."
A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged
its way into my cock. It was as if my shaft was a balloon,
and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine.
Devon's words and actions were the primary reason for that,
too. In fact, they were the sole reason.
"Fuck me, Jeremy," the blonde purred, still glancing over
her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in a
slow, sensuous manner. "Come on... fuck me. Put your cock
in my pussy. Pound me with your cock! Do it! Do it now!"
That was it.
With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched
onto Devon's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock
hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy.
Devon tensed up for a brief moment, then placed both hands
upon the nearby night-table and held on tight, using it for
support, before glancing over her shoulder at me once again.
"Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded. "FUCK ME NOW!"
I did not need any further coaxing. My hips were already
a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Devon at a very
powerful, blazing rate of speed. And almost on cue, Devon
began with her verbal tirade, which had never failed to get
me even more excited than I already was while with her.
"GOD, YES! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me! HMMMMM... pound me
with that big cock! Hurt me with it, Jeremy! Yes! FUCK
YES! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME, JEREMY! FUCK ME!"
My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I
drilled Devon with every last ounce of strength I could
muster. I could not believe, at this time at least, how I
could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this
voluptuous body of hers for the first 28 years of my life.
"HMMMMM... FEELS SO GOOD!" Devon continued, her cries
and screams echoing loudly throughout the suite. "FEELS SO
GOOD! YES! YES! FUCK ME! OH FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT I
NEED! FUCK ME, JEREMY! YES! FUCK ME!"
The sound my pelvis made as it crashed hard into Devon's
upturned ass with every forward stroke was violent, and
almost scary. I was certain that I had never pounded her
pussy with this type of excessive force before. I was not
afraid of hurting her, though. This was what Devon wanted.
Of course, we were in the most naughty of positions, too.
Devon's legs were widespread and she was bent at the waist,
holding onto the night-stand, as I battered into her from
behind. I wondered if others in the mansion could hear us...
"You know what, Jeremy?" Devon asked, her voice now low
and controlled, yet still tented with erotic passion. "This
is OHHHHH... how the rest of our lives are going to be! We
are gonna get married, and we're gonna have sex like wild
animals from now until the end of eternity. Even better,
we're gonna have LOTS and LOTS of children together!"
In response to those words, my body received a new, even
greater burst of energy. Where it came from, I don't know.
But as a result, Devon was the beneficiary.
"OH GOD, JEREMY! THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH FUCK... YOU'RE
GONNA MAKE ME CUM! FUCK... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME _CUMMMMM_!"
My breathing ragged, it felt as though my body was going
to spontaneously combust. My head literally in the clouds,
I gave Devon everything I possibly could in terms of power
and effort. It was only a matter of seconds before her words
proved to be prophetic. Devon screamed out in a wild, very
intense orgasm, while I lost grip of my own self-control.
The action hit its fever pitch once I pistoned my cock
into her swollen, little pussy one final time. An instant
later, I roared out - screaming at the top of my lungs -
while depositing a fresh batch of sperm into the vixen's
exquisite pussy. I pumped my thick seed into her womb for
several seconds, while both of us continually rocked and
rumbled together in the throes of sweet orgasm and release.
I DEFINITELY did not need anyone else in my life.
* * *
Before I knew what happened next, Devon had dislodged her
pussy from my shaft and dutifully dropped to her knees. She
then swallowed my cock whole, and began to milk whatever
juices remained in it down her hungry, greedy throat.
Devon then wrapped both arms around my waist and held on
tight even as I took a few steps back, so I could lean upon
the wall. Her mouth, of course, never released its warm,
slippery grip upon my relieved shaft.
I then took a deep breath and sighed in pure satisfaction,
while glancing downward and admiring Devon's blonde head as
she still slurped away upon my cock. I touched her head and
caressed it with my right hand, which caused her to look up
at me with an overwhelming sense of devotion in her eyes.
"I love you, Jeremy!" she cried, a thick, gooey strand of
sperm dangling from her chin in a very nasty, obscene manner.
"God, Jeremy... I've always loved you! And I always will!"
As Devon swallowed my deflated shaft and began working it
over with her mouth once again, a feeling of ease and peace
seemed to overtake my body.
I would be quite happy with just Devon in my life, but
her needs and desires were far more important to me than my
own. If she wanted Pamela and/or Trish to stay with us on a
long-term basis, I was not about to object to it. All that
mattered to me in life anymore was whether or not Devon had
a smile upon her face. If she was happy - _I_ was happy.
"I love you too, princess..."
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