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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 25 of ?? - Completely re-written
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At the one month mark of their ten-week-long visit, the
ladies were positively delighted when I told them that we
would be spending a full day on the mainland. We would go
to Lima, which was the capital city of Peru, and located a
good 130 miles or so from my personal island paradise.
There were several valid reasons for the excursion, but
the primary one was the simple fact that a few of the girls
(Devon, Pamela and Trish to be precise) had made recent
comments about it being time for a trip to the hair stylist.
Once the others (Kristanna, Amy and Stephanie) caught wind
of those requests, they joined the bandwagon as well.
Thus, we boarded the big boat on Monday morning at 6:00am
and finally docked at the pier in Lima some four hours later.
With an 11:00am appointment at the city's most upscale and
prestigious hair salon, the group and I hopped into the
limousine I had arranged for, and made our way across town.
I paid the equivalent of $3,000 in American funds for six
haircuts/perms, along with full cosmetic, skin and nail care,
not to mention facial and massage service. All six ladies
were pampered and spoiled beyond any and all reason, which
made me happy simply because they enjoyed themselves. During
the long and tedious stay, I even got a haircut of my own.
There were no drastic changes among the ladies in terms
of their hairstyle. Perhaps Devon had the most noticeable
change, as she got a few inches trimmed off in back. Still,
her hair could be classified as long and free-flowing, so I
did not consider it to be that drastic. I actually liked
Devon's style better this way, because it accentuated that
lovely throat and neck of hers to an even greater extent. I
know, I know... but I have a strange fetish for necks.
Once we finally left the salon at 3:00pm, I asked the
ladies if they would like to go on a whirlwind tour of the
city. As I stated earlier, Lima was Peru's capital city,
and had a tremendous amount of tourist traps. Everyone was
in agreement on wanting to explore what Lima had to offer.
Kristanna, who had been here many times before, literally
begged the others that we pay a visit to Museo de la Nacion,
which was Lima's best known and most respected museum. The
reason Kristanna had such a vested interest in this museum
was that its main theme was archeology, which also happened
to be the collegiate course that she was majoring in.
Thus, Museo de la Nacion was the first place that we
visited. During our one hour stay, Kristanna displayed her
considerable knowledge about archeology as she explained (in
great detail) many of the exhibits to the other ladies.
Our next stop was Convento de los Descalzos, a museum that
featured colonial paintings and religious objects. Later, we
went to Casa de la Riva Aguero, an 18th-century mansion
located on Camana Street. The ladies, aside from Kristanna,
seemed most interested during our visit to the mansion.
At 7:00pm - our standard time for dinner on the island -
we made our way into perhaps the most glitzy, expensive
seafood restaurant that Lima had to offer. It wasn't until
two hours later when the limousine whisked us back to the
harbor, where we boarded my catamaran cruiser (the big boat)
and finally began our long journey back to the island.
* * *
We were still in the open ocean past the midnight hour.
I was in the main bridge of the ship, guiding it toward our
island paradise. Feeling tired after our long day on the
mainland, the trio of Devon, Stephanie and Trish had retired
to the indoor cabin, where a row of comfortable bunk beds
were located. All were fast asleep, while Pamela and Amy
were seated upon the upper deck, engaged in conversation.
Kristanna drifted back-and-forth between them and the kitchen
quarters several times. She seemed very antsy tonight.
"Why don't you try and get some sleep?" I suggested to
Kristanna, as she stepped into the enclosed bridge with me.
"There is plenty of room left down in the cabin."
"I don't feel like sleeping," the Norwegian told me, a
frown upon her face as she shook her head. "I was hoping
that I could talk to you for a little bit, Jeremy. You know
that privacy is hard to come by sometimes on the island.
Would it be okay if you and I talk for awhile?"
"Of course we can talk," I grinned, motioning for her to
take a seat upon the padded bench beside me. Kristanna did
just that, but shivered for a brief moment in the process.
"Are you cold?" I asked, already gathering a blanket from a
nearby storage cabinet. "Here... want this?"
"Yes, thank you," she murmured, taking the blanket and
wrapping it around her body. It was 50 degrees Fahrenheit
on the ocean tonight, which was a vast difference from the
warmer temperatures found during a typical day on the island.
Kristanna shivered again, then offered me a faint smile.
"Do you think Pamela and Amy need a blanket, too?" was my
question. "The wind is pretty harsh up on the top deck."
"They have three blankets... they're fine," Kristanna
countered, before frowning once more.
"What's up, dear? You seem glum tonight. I thought you
had a great time in Lima today. Talk to me."
"I'm worried about our friendship, Jeremy," she replied.
"You and I have been friends for three years, and I don't
want that to change. Ever since I told you of my feelings
last week, though, things have been different between us."
After a slight hesitation, I shook my head and retorted,
"Things have been different, Kristanna, because you allowed
them to be different. This must be the reason why you've
been so uptight this week. I don't hold anything against
you, or look at you in a negative light. I'm glad that you
shared your feelings with me. It's okay."
"Then why don't I have the feeling that it's okay?"
"Lighten up, 'hon," I chuckled. "Look around you. Devon
is my number-one girl in life. No one is ever going to come
between us. I'll never let that happen. But look what has
happened here during the past month. I won't allow anyone
to tear Devon and me apart, yet... Pamela, Amy, Lindsay and
now you, have all told me that you love me. You and Amy, in
fact, both told me that you could make me happier than Devon
ever could." I paused and added, "Perhaps I should look at
that in a negative sense, but I don't. I'll never have any
problems with anyone who is honest and straightforward. I
would only look at that in a negative sense if you or Amy,
or anyone else, tried to come between me and Devon."
"That will never happen," I mused, "because you're not
that kind of person, Kristanna. In fact, you were the one
who literally saved my relationship with Devon when she
nearly walked out on me after finding out about the voyeur
room. If you didn't talk to her and change her mind the way
you did, Devon may be back in Pennsylvania right now."
"She would have never left the island," Kristanna nodded.
"Devon would have eventually come to her senses."
"Regardless, I have no problems with you, dear," I told
her. "You're my best friend in the whole, wide world... and
nothing is ever going to change that. Well, almost nothing.
The only way that would change is if you tried to come
between me and Devon. I can throw Pamela into that mix as
well, since she has decided to stay with us long-term. But
you would never do that. You're not that type of person."
Kristanna let out an exasperated laugh while shaking her
head in the process. "You talk to me like a friend, Jeremy,
which I find somewhat funny. I want so much more from you.
It's right there, but it's like I can't touch it."
"You're hurting yourself by continuing to feel the way
you do," I frowned. "We're from different worlds, different
cultures. That's the way I have always looked at you, dear.
I could have fallen in love with you a long time ago. I
almost did - several times. But I never allowed myself to
get that far because I always knew that sooner, rather than
later, I would have to say goodbye to you. It was that way
every single time. You would come and visit for a few days
or a week, and then you were gone for three or four weeks."
I shook my head and continued, "Feeling the way you do will
only make it more difficult in six weeks, when you leave."
"I can't help the way that I feel about you," Kristanna
frowned. "If I could, Jeremy, I would." She paused and
added, "I do appreciate, though, you allowing me to be so
open and honest with my feelings. A lot of people would
feel threatened by what I say. I don't want to hurt you or
Devon, or even Pamela, in any way."
"If things were different, Kristanna, I could very easily
fall in love with you. If we were born in the same country,
grew up the same way. Or even now, if we lived a lot closer
than we actually do. I have known you for so long that I
could snap my fingers and fall in love with you right away.
But our geographics won't allow me to do that."
"You could feel that way about me," she countered, her
eyes wide, "if we lived closer?"
"Of course I could," was my answer. "Not only are you
beautiful, sweetheart, but you're also incredibly smart,
warm-hearted and loving, sensitive, kind... and you have a
wonderful sense of humor. You have made me laugh for three
years with that quirky accent of yours."
"The accent, I think, is a thing of the past," she told
me. "I think it lost its luster once you found out that I
didn't really talk that way. My opinion, at least."
"It did lose its authenticity," I nodded. "But still, I
love hearing it. Be honest with me, dear. I would bet that
you are the prettiest girl in all of Norway. You go to
college in Los Angeles, and I'm sure a ton of guys are all
over you there every single day. Why me? Why do you love
me, when there are so many other fish in the sea for you?"
"Fish in the sea?" she countered, which made me laugh.
Kristanna may speak perfect English, I guess, but she does
not have all of its common phrases down just yet.
"Fish in the sea," I nodded. "That means so many others
out there in the world for you to focus on. Why me?"
"Oh," the 22-year-old said. "Well, I guess it is for the
same reason that Devon, Pamela, Lindsay and Amy all love you.
You have never given yourself any credit, Jeremy. Ever since
Victoria walked out on you, you walled yourself off from the
rest of the world and went into a deep, deep depression. I
personally think that Victoria, though I never met her, is a
total and complete idiot for what she did to you."
"But because of just one person, Jeremy, you went into a
protective shell for the better part of nine years. You
have lived on the island in total isolation for six years.
Yet... you have so much to give. Any woman would be crazy
not to want to be with you. You're so kind and generous.
You're always on an even keel - you never get upset, angry.
You do things for others like it is nothing."
"The point I'm trying to make, I guess, is you shut out
the rest of the world for nine years, Jeremy. Yet during
that time, you could have had your choice of several women
to spend your life with. You could have lived in California
like you did before, or went home to Ohio. I bet no matter
where, you would have had your pick of several women... if
for no other reason than your personality, and demeanor.
But you still have so much more to give than that."
"Victoria leaving you at the altar like she did did not
make you an undesirable person, Jeremy. It shattered your
heart, yes, but it did not make you an undesirable person.
Yet, in your mind, it did. And you went into a shell."
Kristanna's words really struck a nerve within me as they
continued to sink in and register over the next several
seconds. Suddenly, I felt like crying - but held back.
"You're a great guy, Jeremy. It took me a long time to
finally understand why you have lived the way you have for
so long. If the women of the world knew that there was this
great guy living all by himself on an island off the coast
of Peru, they would be coming here in droves. You never
felt that way, though, because of what Victoria did to you.
Myself... Devon, Lindsay, Pamela and Amy - all of us have
fallen in love with you for a reason, Jeremy." Kristanna
paused and finally concluded, "The one thing I can't seem to
understand is why Stephanie and Trish have not fell for you,
either. Lisa too, for that matter."
I hesitated for a moment, but then turned my face away
from Kristanna as a single tear streaked down it. I did not
want her to see that, so I quickly wiped it away and turned
to look back at her. "I don't know about Trish, dear," were
my soft words. "As you know, she declined Devon's offer to
stay with us on the island. She wants to go back to Canada."
"Trish has her family in Canada," the Norwegian nodded.
"Her roots are there. I can understand why she wants to go
home, instead of staying with you and Devon. Although..."
Kristanna's eyes flashed as she added, "True love, if it is
strong enough, could be worth sacrificing your home life and
family for - IF... it is strong enough."
She then smiled and concluded in her native language, "Ver
ikke overrasket om eines tages snart, I velgar De og Devon
over min egen familie. Jeg elsker De som mye, Jeremy."
I shot Kristanna a curious glance and said, "I hate it
when you do that to me! What did you say?"
"It is a secret," the perky blonde responded, offering a
playful smile to boot. "I may tell you one day... yes."
"Jeg elsker De..." I murmured, nodding my head. "I know
what that means... you told me before."
"I love you," she nodded. "Jeg elsker De."
"But what was the rest of what you said?"
"A secret," she reiterated. "A big secret. But I think
I will clue you in before the summer is over, Jeremy."
* * *
Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies
has been working on automobiles. I'm certainly no expert in
the field, but I do know my way around vehicle repair and
upgrades. As a result, I do not have to have my trusty, old
Jeep shipped to the mainland when it needs a tune-up, or
hire a master mechanic and have him come here. I am more
than capable of doing the work myself.
The day after our trip to the mainland, I decided that it
was high time that I finally give my Jeep the tune-up that I
had been avoiding for the past couple of months. I called
my friend Will, who owned a helicopter, and had him transport
all the auto parts I needed for the job from the mainland.
He was my "go-for", so to speak, but I paid him good money.
Once Will dropped off everything I needed, I buckled down
and got to work on the Jeep. In the maintenance garage just
east of the mansion, I was pretty focused on the upgrade job
after more than an hour of doing it. Only a few things could
have possibly broken my concentration at this moment in time.
"Aren't you ever gonna finish with that Jeep?" came a
familiar female voice from outside the garage. Of course,
that particular voice easily broke my concentration.
I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered
around the raised hood of the Jeep. There she was - Devon.
Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Devon's
face and head were visible as she mischievously peeked
around the side of the building. God, she was beautiful!
"I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why?"
Devon rolled her eyes in response, then flashed me that
winning smile of hers. "Oh, I don't know. It's just... I
am feeling kind of... fluttery, this afternoon."
"Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised.
She smiled once again and nodded her head for emphasis.
"Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Fluttery... you know?"
I held back a laugh and answered, "I guess."
Devon giggled as she stepped out from behind the corner
of the building, and into the garage itself. At that exact
moment in time, my heart literally skipped a beat and I
dropped the heavy, steel wrench on the ground beside me.
"Do you like my uniform?" Those sweet-sounding words
brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment
later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit
the floor. Devon was the cheerleader of my dreams...
The 25-year-old wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a
green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it.
The sweater-vest was a tight fit, naturally, and showed off
Devon's taut, voluptuous curves in an enticing manner. The
vest also bore a high school's name and emblem, so I figured
the uniform was from Devon's days as a varsity cheerleader.
The skirt she wore was green-and-white, with knife-like
pleats all around it. The skirt was made of a very light
cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as Devon
stepped closer to me. It was also very short and low-cut.
Underneath the little skirt, a pair of green cheerleader
panties could barely be seen. From what I saw, they looked
purely intoxicating. Devon's outfit was topped off with
green socks which were rolled down to her little, slender
ankles, and a pair of white athletic sneakers.
"Oh God..." I moaned, my eyes ravaging her luscious body,
encased in that sinful, little uniform, from head to toe.
Devon giggled as she stepped even closer toward me. "It's
just you're over here, working on the Jeep..." She stopped
walking, then shrugged her shoulders. "You're not in the
mansion or at the beach - with me."
"Should I be with you?" I croaked, a full, hard erection
having already formed within my shorts.
Again, Devon shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a
simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression
upon her enchanting face. "I wish you were." She then shot
me a grin and said, "We could play `Stuff the Cheerleader'."
As I moaned outloud at those words, Devon playfully winked at
me and concluded, "I'll be waiting for you in our suite..."
Devon turned, but then looked back over her shoulder and
blew me a kiss. The naughty vixen giggled at my reaction,
then turned her head and began walking away. Devon decided
to put a punctuation point on things as she overly strutted
while walking, her round, tight ass swaying back-and-forth,
her little cheerleader skirt also freely swishing about.
After she disappeared around the corner of the building,
it took me one second to weigh my options. I looked into
the Jeep's engine and realized there was still a whole lot
more work to do. On the other hand, though, the image of
Devon and her cheerleading uniform flashed throughout my
mind. Fix the Jeep, or have sex with Devon? Hmmmmm...
I may be lots of things, but one thing I definitely am not
is a fool. I quickly closed the Jeep's hood and decided that
I would just have to finish the tune-up job at a later time.
I then hurried over to the large sink, scrubbed and rinsed
myself of all the automobile grease and grime, then was ready
for some action. YES! Time to stuff that cheerleader!
While en route to the luxurious suite which Devon and I
shared together, the best way for me to describe my walk is
to say that it was brisk, and fast. I could have ran the
whole way - in fact, I felt like doing just that - but did
not want to be short of breath for when I reunited with
Devon. I needed all of my reserve strength for her.
* * *
"Oh yes," came a female's voice as I opened the door to
our personal suite. "Look at that! Little green panties.
Cheerleader panties! So precious..." My eyes wide, Amy
looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, hi Jeremy! It took you a
bit longer to get here than we thought it would."
I was momentarily stunned at the sight of Amy, who was
seated upon the edge of the bed without a single stitch of
clothing on, with Devon sprawled out across her lap. Amy,
whose hand was caressing Devon's upturned ass, glanced my
way and smiled again. "Is this a sweet ass, or what?" She
then brought her hand down hard upon the blonde's backside,
slapping it and causing Devon to yelp wildly in response.
Amy opened her mouth and gasped, then offered a playful
expression as she slowly peeled Devon's green panties from
her hips. My sweetheart's body flinched with perhaps an
equal mixture of apprehension and excitement as her lush,
little pussy came into full view.
"Oh... will you look at that?" Amy asked, looking at me
as she ran a finger along Devon's puffy folds. "So this is
what these naughty cheerleaders hide under their panties!"
"Oh God..." I moaned in response, realizing that Devon
had set me up for a three-some involving her and Amy.
"I think you need to be spanked!" Amy exclaimed, turning
her attention to Devon. "Cheerleaders shouldn't EVER wear
panties! You should flaunt your little pussy for everyone
to see!" She turned back toward me and asked, "What do you
think, Jeremy? Should I spank her for hiding her pussy?"
"Oh yes..." I gasped in response. "GOD, YES!"
"You 'lil slut!" the red-head exclaimed, smacking her
hand across Devon's ass. She groaned and yelped as Amy
proceeded to land a series of swift blows and hard swats.
"Spank me harder..." Devon soon begged, and then Amy got
a determined, somewhat scary look in her eyes.
My heart was now racing as Amy proceeded to pepper the
young woman's backside with swat after heavy swat, courtesy
of her hand. Soon, Devon began to scream in response as her
whole body rocked back-and-forth atop Amy's trusting lap.
Her uniform, with the exception of her panties, was still in
place. Well, Devon's skirt was hiked above her waist...
"Oh God..." she cried loudly, the skin upon her tender
ass turning a bright shade of red before my very eyes.
"Take that, you slut!" Amy screamed as she continued to
slap her hand upon Devon's upturned ass. After several
more blows, Amy finally relented as her breathing became
rather labored. She had a glazed-over look in her eyes.
"I think she deserved that," Amy grinned, her breathing
still a bit ragged. "Don't you think she deserved that,
Jeremy?" Amy paused for a moment, then looked down at Devon
and cooed, "What about you, sweetheart?"
"Yes..." came her answer. "I... I deserved it."
"Of course you deserved it," Amy said, grabbing Devon by
the pony-tail and gently pulling her into a seated position.
The 25-year-old shuffled around for a bit, and then found
herself seated upon Amy's comfortable lap.
"Awww... does that sweet, little ass hurt?" she teased,
before turning Devon's face toward hers and offering the
princess a soft, gentle kiss. I groaned at the mere sight
of their lips and tongues dueling together. Gentle, lustful
moans could be heard as the two ladies continued kissing...
Devon sighed herself as she used both hands to openly
squeeze and caress Amy's big, ample breasts. This caused
the insatiable hellcat to first break the kiss, then look
down at her girlfriend's hands. "Like my breasts, honey?"
Devon let out a gasp and nodded, her eyes flaring. That
spanking must have aroused her more than I thought it did...
Amy turned her attention toward me and offered a sly,
evil grin. "Devon tells me that you like to watch, Jeremy."
My eyes went wide as the thought of the voyeur room flashed
throughout my mind. No way... Devon would never tell Amy of
my secret. "Well, I'm going to give you something to watch.
I'm going to fuck your little, cheerleader princess here...
and make her squeal like a pig!" As Devon fidgeted about at
those words, I nearly had a heart attack. My cock was so
hard and raging that it could explode at any given moment.
"This is better than working on that old Jeep of yours...
isn't it?" Devon asked me, before offering a loud sigh of
her own, as Amy reached into that ominous bag-of-toys and
pulled out a humungous strap-on dildo.
"I'm gonna show you what hard love is all about," the
nymphomaniac promised, her own eyes glaring as she stared
a hole through Devon. "Hard, dildo love..."
"Oh God, yes!" Devon whined as she watched Amy rise up and
step into the strap-on's harness, then lift it, and secure it
around her waist. The massive, nasty dildo - all 12 inches
of it - protruded outward from Amy's pelvis as she violently
stroked it with her right hand.
Amy's expression became more heated as she said, "Why
don't you get on your hands and knees, so I can fuck you like
the BITCH you are?" Devon let out another aroused whine, but
did as instructed. Meanwhile, Amy continued to pump and
stroke the huge dildo as if it were a real cock. She then
looked at me and cooed, "This is how girls play, Jeremy."
With Devon now perched upon her hands and knees, I shot a
glance toward her upturned ass, as well as her exposed pussy
lips. I could not believe that she was about to allow Amy
to use and abuse her in the manner that she had made famous.
Amy had all the qualities of a "Fem Domme", and seemed to be
making Devon into her submissive at this very moment in time.
Those thoughts fresh in my mind, I moaned with pure lust
as Amy then positioned herself upon her knees directly behind
Devon. She latched onto her quivering ass with both hands,
then a series of squeals and growls were heard from Devon as
the massive dong was being forged deep into her silky depths.
Amy wasted no time as she inserted the tool all the way
into her lover, before smacking her ass rather cruelly with
both hands. This made Devon shriek and cry out, but it was
fairly obvious that she was enjoying every minute of it.
"What do you think?" Amy asked, looking at me once again.
"Should I fuck her real nice and slow? You know, treat her
softly, and warmly? Like a princess, maybe?" She paused
for a moment, then her expression became more intense again.
"Or should I fuck her HARD and NASTY?"
Hard and nasty. Hard and nasty. Hard and nasty. Those
three words were blazing throughout my mind at a continuous
pace. Obviously, Amy could gauge that by my expression.
"Devon is a slut," she proclaimed. "So yes, I agree.
She needs it HARD, and NASTY. Just for you, Jeremy!"
The blonde screamed and cried out in a mixture of pain
and extreme pleasure as Amy began to pound her pussy with
the big strap-on. In no time flat, Amy was hammering away
at her in the doggie-style position at warp speed. I kept
still at the doorway, while paying close attention to the
wondrous sight of Amy's large breasts as they bounced and
flopped about in unison with her powerful thrusting motion.
A moment later, Devon's booming screams had lessened to
a series of hard grunts and growls. Still, it was readily
apparent that she was enjoying this physical treatment.
I took a deep breath and moaned as my heart was beating
at a mile-a-minute, while my hand was now massaging the huge
lump within my shorts. It was so incredibly exciting for me
to watch another woman treat my charming bride-to-be like a
rancid piece of meat. It was a wonder I didn't pass out...
"SCREAM FOR ME!" the red-head demanded, leaning over and
yanking on Devon's pony-tail. "SCREAM FOR ME! LET ME KNOW
HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT!" Devon did not respond at first,
which prompted Amy to harshly smack her ass with an open
hand. "SCREAM FOR ME, BITCH!"
This time, Devon did as she was told. Her cries and
whines vibrated throughout my personal suite, and I wondered
if the other ladies (who were all elsewhere) could hear her
through the walls. Amy was not satisfied, however, as she
offered Devon's upturned ass yet another stinging slap.
"OH GOD WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" the 25-year-old cried
out, obviously full of intense passion and arousal. "THAT
THING IS ABOUT TO TEAR MY PUSSY IN HALF!"
"That's what I want!" Amy exclaimed in response. "I want
you to tell me and your boyfriend here just how good I'm
making you feel! Keep screaming for me, BITCH!"
My cock erupted like a volcano as Amy began to slap
Devon's ass repeatedly with both of her hands, while still
pummeling her with the massive strap-on dildo. A moment
later, with my shorts drenched in sperm, Amy again demanded
that Devon continue to scream. She did just that, but also
Amy also kept up with the spanking and discipline, smacking
Devon's round, picture-perfect ass with quick-fire whacks.
Before I knew what happened next, Devon's body went
rigid with absolute desire. She continued screaming, and
then I realized that the young woman was experiencing a
rather fierce and intensive orgasm. The action reached a
fever pitch as Devon then squealed out at the top of her
lungs, before falling upon the bed in an exhausted heap.
Amy withdrew the monstrous dildo from within her satisfied
lover, then unbuckled its strap from around her waist and let
it fall harmlessly to the mattress. The fiendish slut's next
move was to lean down and plant a tender kiss upon Devon's
lips, before turning and smiling directly at me.
"That's how us girls play, Jeremy. That's how we play."
Once Devon rolled over onto her back and let out another
content sigh, Amy immediately reached down and placed a hand
upon her forehead. "You're such a nasty girl." Amy nodded
her head and added, "You ARE a nasty girl... aren't you?"
"You're the nasty girl!" Devon exclaimed, turning her
face to the side, but keeping her eyes locked upon Amy's.
"Say you're a nasty girl," Amy demanded, as Devon squealed
in both excitement and (mock) denial. "Say it!" Not getting
the answer she wanted just yet, Amy grabbed Devon's forehead
and turned her face toward her. Holding it tightly, she
reiterated, "Say you're a nasty girl! Say it!"
Grunting with lust, Devon's eyes flashed as she angrily
returned, "YOU'RE THE NASTY GIRL!"
"You little whore!" Amy growled, before looking at me once
again. "Look, Jeremy. Your little sweetheart slutted out
for me and my big, nasty dildo... right in front of you! It
was her very idea to have this whole thing set up."
"Two can play at that game, Mistress Amy," I told her, my
insides raging with desire. "I want you to get down on your
knees - RIGHT NOW - and suck my cock."
Those words surprised me as they came out of my mouth.
Amy did have a submissive side, indeed, but in no way was I
the dominant type. Well... not until now, at least. That
woman just had me so aroused right now...
"Oooooh, I like that!" the nymphomaniac grinned, her eyes
flickering as she glared at me. Amy dropped to her knees
and began to crawl over to me on all fours, saying, "I like
a man who is not afraid to take charge."
Once reaching me, however, Amy's aggressive side took
over as she violently ripped my shorts down, and off. My
cock was still experiencing the aftermath of its earlier
eruption, but that did not seem to matter to Amy. She took
my near-limp member into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
Amy's mouth felt like a powerful vacuum as she literally
tried to suck the length of my cock right down her throat.
She was being extremely hard and forceful, but I definitely
had no complaints about it. The reward for her efforts was
that my cock seemed to get an instant erection while in the
confines of her hungry, unforgiving mouth.
As I moaned and sighed in response to this beautiful woman
orally servicing me upon her knees, I looked over at Devon
and smiled. She reminded me of a car wreck - all curled up
and sprawled out in different directions upon the bed. She
had been violated and thumped by Amy's nasty dildo, indeed,
but there was obviously no complaints from her side, either.
Devon still looked fantastic in that little uniform she
had on. The white blouse with the green sweater-vest over
it, along with a swishy, little green-and-white skirt which
was now bunched up around her abdomen. Her green panties
were long gone, but the matching socks and shoes were still
upon her feet. Devon was the cheerleader of my dreams!
I began to wonder just how many uniforms and costumes
Devon had in her arsenal. She had already dressed up as a
naughty French Maid and cheerleader (a very different one
than her current get-up) for me in the past, and once let
Lindsay borrow a schoolgirl uniform. Obviously, Devon liked
to role play. I was very happy for that.
Once Amy withdrew my (now) hard cock from her mouth and
slapped its bulging tip upon her chin and giggled, I turned
all of my attention toward. "This is where you belong," I
said to her, also showing that I could play the verbal game.
"You belong on your knees in front of me - AT ALL TIMES."
She nodded her head and replied, "Yes." Amy took my shaft
back into her mouth and resumed her earlier sucking action,
but then another idea came to mind. I didn't want her to
give me a blowjob anymore. I wanted something better.
"I want to fuck your mouth now, Amy."
The vixen looked up at me and smiled with desire as I
withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips. Both
of us maneuvered around until she was seated on the floor
with her back against the bed, while I was standing before
her. We were in the perfect position for a mouth-drilling.
I quickly grasped my shaft and rubbed it all over her
pretty face and quivering lips. Then, I grabbed a clump of
her silky red hair and wrapped it around my cock. I begin
stroking, and felt as though blowing my load right there
would be an excellent idea. But, Amy obviously needed my
sperm in more important places than her hair.
Releasing her hair, I pushed my hips forward until my
shaft was completely in her mouth. I used both hands to
squeeze and massage her scalp while beginning a steady
thrusting motion. I pulled my cock out, until just its tip
was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her
mouth until my pubic hair was nestled against her nose.
Then, I repeated the process... over and over again.
By this time, my fingers were twisting and weaving their
way throughout Amy's hair. I could see her throat swell as
each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It wasn't
too long before I was pounding her at warp speed. Obviously,
I could not take much more of this passionate torture.
I jammed my cock all the way inside her mouth one final
time, then began to blast spurt after spurt of semen into her
hungry throat. I screamed out in wild desire as Amy stared
up at me, moaning madly, with forbidden lust in her eyes. I
then watched with pure amazement as her throat rippled, while
she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.
I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by
me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It
was still coated with sperm, so Amy's head darted forward and
she quickly sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.
I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free
of her mouth. "That was incredible, Amy."
The 28-year-old brought a hand to her mouth and opened it,
stretching it. "Sure was." She giggled and added, "My jaw
is going to be sore for the rest of the day."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"Good thing!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "A sore
mouth for me means a well-fucked mouth!"
I smiled down at her. Amy was something else...
"And you call ME a nasty girl?" Devon laughed, as she had
lounged upon the bed and watched us during that sequence.
"My dear Amy, YOU are the nasty girl." She giggled and wryly
concluded, "A sore mouth means a well-fucked mouth... HA!"
"I think Devon needs another fucking," Amy nodded, looking
up at me, while also reaching for her trusty strap-on dildo.
"Even better, I think she needs a DOUBLE-FUCKING." I gulped
my throat as Amy sneered, "BOTH her pussy and ass, stuffed...
TO THE MAX! Which part would you prefer to have, Jeremy?"
"Her ass," I replied, without any hesitation whatsoever.
"Definitely... her ass."
"Jeremy!" Devon squealed in (mock) protest. "NASTY!"
Amy turned toward the blonde and grinned, "You know what
to do, honey." Once Devon nodded in agreement, Amy slipped
the monstrous strap-on dildo back into place around her hips
and pelvis. Then, grasping the dildo with her right hand,
Amy took a seat upon the bed and reclined all the way back.
Devon flashed me that charming smile of hers before she
stood up and then straddled herself across Amy's hips. An
instant later, she cupped her own breasts and let out a wild
squeal as she lowered her pussy upon that humungous dildo.
Once the instrument was embedded deep within her, Devon
bent at the waist and leaned all the way over - until those
breasts of hers were all nice and snug upon Amy's very own.
As I retrieved a tube of anal lubricant from a nearby
drawer, just the thought of what I was about to do to Devon
caused a newfound rush of life to go coursing into my shaft.
I smeared a nice helping of the thick, gooey gel over and
across Devon's puckered anus. She wiggled her hips at me,
obviously enjoying the sensations my finger brought her.
With her pussy already jammed full of Amy's dildo, I took
great care when inserting my erection into Devon's vice-tight
anus. Inch after inch, I gently nudged myself into her. All
the while, the young woman's body shuddered about in arousal.
I let out a loud, raucous moan once my shaft was stuffed
in her anus as far as it would possibly go. My testicles
squished upon her upturned ass, I grasped Devon's hips and
let out another deafening groan. I then sighed before
announcing, "Whenever you are ready, Amy, I am..."
The red-head took the cue and thrusted her hips upward,
driving the dildo far and deep into her girlfriend's pussy.
An instant later, I pulled back and then thrusted my shaft
directly back into Devon's magnificent ass.
I grasped her hips even tighter and began to piston my
throbbing member in-and-out of Devon's bowels as Amy thumped
her dildo in a continual, upward motion, right into her
pussy. With each new stroke, Amy and I used a bit more
force. We were going to absolutely hammer Devon tonight...
"FUCK ME!" Devon suddenly demanded, showing her more
vulgar side. "OH, FUCK! YES JEREMY, YOUR COCK! COCK! MY
ASS! FUCK MY ASS! AMY! AMY! FUCK MY PUSSY! HARDER!"
It wasn't too long before Amy and I caught a mutual
rhythm. Working in tandem, she would thrust her hips
upward, causing the dildo to forge itself deeper within
Devon's pussy. Then, I would lunge forward, which drove my
cock far and deep into the 25-year-old's ass. Amy and I
repeated this very same sequence over and over again - which
was obviously what Devon wanted us to do.
"OOOOOH YEAH, FUCK ME!" Devon continued screaming. "YES!
YES! OH GOD, YES!" She repeatedly slammed her open palm
down upon the bed and added, "YES! YES! YES! GOD YES!"
I was now gripping Devon's hips as hard as I possibly
could while I churned myself in-and-out of her air-tight
anus. At the same time, Amy had her arms wrapped around
Devon's back and held her tightly as she screamed out in
wild pleasure, the massive dong still pumping furiously up
and into her awaiting pussy.
The action between the three of us hit its boiling point
once Amy and I were blasting Devon with every last fiber of
strength in our bodies. My sweetheart's body was actually
vibrating due to the intense amount of pleasure that Amy and
I were providing her with.
"IS THAT ASS TIGHT ENOUGH FOR YOU, JEREMY?" Amy growled.
"CUMMING!" I suddenly screamed, before letting out a loud,
roof-raising roar. I buried my cock all the way in her ass
one final time, and then the explosion took place.
Devon writhed and squirmed about in utter, total passion
as thick, gooey globs of sperm were being pumped deep into
her ass. At the same time, she experienced quite a powerful
orgasm of her own. Devon screamed out a very long list of
vocal obscenities as Amy continued to pillar her pussy with
the massive dildo. The orgasm which gripped my own body
shook me to my very core, racking my soul with powerful
waves of erotic electricity.
"Oh God yes..." Devon moaned weakly in the aftermath of
our simultaneous orgasms, her body still shuddering about as
I collapsed on top of her. It felt as though I was set to
pass out, but I somehow maintained my consciousness and
smiled at the tantalizing sight of Devon and Amy trading
their lips and tongues over a full, open-mouthed exchange.
Amy giggled and said, "I've never fucked another girl who
left her top on the whole time." She ran her fingers across
Devon's white blouse and green sweater-vest, both of which
were still fully buttoned and in place. "I've never fucked
a cheerleader before, either, to tell you the truth!"
"I've never been fucked so hard before, period..." Devon
groaned. She turned her face and looked over her shoulder
at me, then smiled. "That was incredible, Jeremy!"
"You are what's incredible," I countered, curling my neck
and kissing her on the lips. At the same time, Amy grinned
and pecked Devon's cheek with a kiss of her own. I offered
Amy a quick kiss, then gave another to Devon. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jeremy! My future husband..."
<<<- End of Part 25 ->>>
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