This innocent coed's fantasies had always been hot. But it took a week in this tropical island paradise to make them cum true-even the ones that involved other females. By the time her vacation was over, Tammy knew there was nothing she wouldn't do-as long as it involved a wet pussy or hard prick.
CHAPTER ONE
The big airliner finally left the snow-covered runway at ten in the evening, and nineteen-year-old Tammy Bedford's spring vacation was at last underway. As the plane left the ground, she could feel a tingling little thrill along the secret folds of her young cunt, a sensation she attributed to the throbbing of the huge engines, radiating up through her seat in the crowded cabin.
The succulent little blonde wriggled a bit in response to the pleasant vibration, which seemed to be making the nipples of her small, pert breasts harden as well, and she settled her trim body against the seat of the big plane and thought about the wonders of the week to come.
Tammy had never been out of the country before and, although making the quick three-hour jump across the water from the snowy northern U.S. to the sultry islands of the Caribbean hardly qualified as a major trip overseas, for Tammy it was the journey of a lifetime.
It seemed like entire years had gone by instead of the few short months since Tammy's freshman fall term had begun, and most of that time had been spent huddled against the late winter cold on campus in her drafty college dorm.
Since Tammy was working her way through school, she had not even allowed herself a quick trip home for Thanksgiving or Christmas, but had stayed on instead to work in the college library, helping old Doctor Stephenson catalog his newest acquisitions, some ancient relics from Malaysia.
The extra money would certainly come in handy getting her through the rest of the term, but Tammy had in recent weeks begun to feel the wearing effects of the long months of non-stop work, and she was even afraid her regular class work might soon begin to suffer.
That was when Becky Henderson, Tammy's roommate on campus, had proposed to Tammy a week-long get-away over Spring Break. Becky and three other girls, Tammy knew, had been planning just such a trip almost since the school year had begun.
The girls' reservations had already been confirmed, in fact, at an island resort complex on one of the area's lesser known islands, when Becky first broached the idea with her friend.
"Come on, Tammy! It'll be great!" Becky said, a hand lifting her long, straight brown hair away from her cute face and big, puppy dog brown eyes. "You'll have the time of your life, I promise! There's a huge beach, with miles of absolutely the whitest sand you ever saw. And there's a casino right in the hotel!" Becky's eyes shone wickedly then, as she added, "And the guys! Woooooo! I swear, girl, you won't ever want to come home!"
Tammy blushed at her friend's comment.
Becky was always saying stuff like that, talking about her many boyfriends' hard young cocks and how they made her pussy run with delight. Tammy had even heard Becky and one of their friends, Candy Wilkins, discussing the many techniques of female masturbation-right over lunch in the school cafeteria! Becky had claimed that using a vibrator on her cunt was best, but Candy had protested that nothing was better on a girl's pussy than her own knowing fingers.
Candy even claimed to have masturbated in front of her boyfriend! She declared that nothing on earth could make a young man so hot as watching a girl play with herself. She said she'd even had her boyfriend do the same for himself at the same time. "That way I get to watch him when he shoots off," she said with a wicked little gleam in her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, when you're fucking a guy or sucking him off, you never get to actually see his cum. Seeing that sweet white stuff shooting up into the air and all over the place is almost as good as feeling it gush up your cunt or into your mouth!"
For her part, Becky claimed that letting a man spurt off into the air was a pure waste of good cock-cream. "I'd rather that creamy milk go into my belly, either through my mouth or my cunt any day," she said.
"Oh, we don't waste it," answered Candy, with a laugh. "I make sure I lick up every drop before I let the poor guy off the bed!" She giggled again and added, "I think cock-cream tastes even better once it's cooled off a little."
Tammy had blushed hotly, hearing the way these two were so open about their bodies and what they did with them. Tammy herself masturbated from time to time, but she certainly would never have felt free to discuss such private activities in such a public manner.
Tammy knew that Becky wasn't just talking through her hat about masturbation and vibrators, either. She'd actually heard her roommate sometimes late at night on the rare evenings the girl wasn't out with one of her boyfriends, buzzing herself off under the thick blankets on the bunk below hers in their dorm room.
Sometimes the girl brought herself through what sounded like three or four sweet cums before she finally fell asleep. And from the way Becky writhed and moaned and whimpered down there on those occasions, it was clear that, for Becky at least, a vibrator was in fact the way to go, although Tammy had to admit for her own part, she usually made her own sweet drippy snatch catch fire pretty well with a few flicks of her fingers alone.
But to be fair, Tammy had never tried a vibrator on her clit, so it would have been somewhat hasty for her to pass judgment.
"So, what do you say?" asked Becky, dragging her roommate's mind away from the subject of female masturbation and back to the present discussion of the girls' up-coming island vacation.
Tammy answered her friend quickly: "Oh, I'd love to, Becky." Then she added, sadly. "But ... I just don't have the money. A week at a great place like that must cost a fortune! I'd have to save up for a year or more just to pay for the airfare."
Tammy was somewhat embarrassed by her lack of funds. Compared to her roommate and to most of the other girls at the school as well, Tammy just wasn't in the same league financially. It was only through the various scholarships her superior grades in high school had won her that Tammy was able to attend this particular school at all.
There was no extra money available for a vacation, and that had been an end to the matter, for a while anyway. Becky Henderson was much too considerate a roommate to dwell on her friend's money troubles by bringing the subject of an expensive spring vacation up again.
Until, that is, a few days later, when Becky asked Tammy to meet her after lunch at Doctor Stephenson's office.
Tammy couldn't for the life of her imagine why her friend wanted to meet with her, and at the office of her faculty advisor and sometime employer, of all places!
But the mystery was soon cleared up when Tammy walked through the office door and found the two grinning like mischievous coconspirators. There was something else there between the two that Tammy could not quite define. A shared secret, maybe?
"Sit down, my dear," invited the old professor, motioning Tammy to one of the office's famous leather upholstered easy chairs. Students and faculty alike at the school often jokingly referred to the good doctor's office as "The Club" because of its heavy atmosphere of books, old wood, leather and fragrant pipe tobacco smoke.
In these surroundings, Tammy noted, her roommate's mode of dress, provocatively short denim hot pants-with nothing on underneath, guessed Tammy, knowing her friend's habitual disdain for panties-and matching tight blue halter top, looked ridiculously out of place.
But it was obvious from the many gleeful glances Becky and Doctor Stephenson were exchanging that the two were completely comfortable in each other's presence. Very comfortable, indeed. Something odd there, thought Tammy, again. It was almost as if....
"Now, Tammy," said Doctor Stephenson, breaking the silence that she and Becky had briefly allowed to build. "Miss Henderson has come to me with a proposal that you be considered for a special new grant here at the university, one that I feel no one deserves more than you."
The gray-haired old gentleman sifted for a moment among the many layers of books and papers scattered upon his huge, carved wood desk, and finally came forward with a large, official-looking certificate and gave it into the hands of the baffled Tammy.
It was a certificate indeed, and Tammy's eyes scanned it curiously. It read: "In gratitude for meritorious dedication to the advancement of Malaysian research for the Gerald A. Stephenson Foundation for Primitive Cultures Studies at New
Edington University."
Attached to the certificate was a check.
Tammy Bedford starred at the check for nearly a full minute. She was absolutely astounded. "But ... but...."
"Now, Miss Bedford," Dr. Stephenson said, rummaging through the pockets of his old tweed jacket and coming up at last with his pipe, tobacco and matches, "I want no arguments about this. This is something you richly deserve.
"And," the old gentleman added, pausing to light up and puff blue billows of smoke toward the ceiling, "I don't want you spending all this money on boring things like books and university fees, either! You've worked too hard of late for any nonsense of that sort. I insist you take a portion of this money and get away for a vacation during the up-coming mid-term break.
"I believe your roommate, Miss Henderson, here, can make a suggestion." The old doctor turned to send a pleasurable wink in Becky's direction and the girl took her cue readily, bounding up from her seat and, taking her startled roommate by the hand, announced: "Islands, here we come!"
Tammy was still sputtering with astonishment as her roommate led her quickly from the office and down the hall toward the stairway. Tammy came to her senses then at last, and pulled away to run back and thank her beloved old professor, throwing her arms about the man and hugging him fiercely to her, before decorum took over and she let the poor man go before any passers-by happened to see them.
There was the bright warmth of love in Tammy's blue eyes as she gave her teacher a final, heartfelt look of thanks. "If you think I worked hard for you before," she said, smiling up at the dear old man, "then just you wait until I get back!"
Then Tammy turned to rejoin her roommate, who stood waiting and grinning by the office door, and the two ran off together, talking about everything that needed to be done between then and their flight off to the islands, just a few short days away.
There was one preparation for the trip that Becky insisted on helping her friend with personally, and that was the selection of an appropriate swimsuit for the anticipated long afternoons on sunny white island beaches.
Tammy had protested that she already had a swimsuit-a trim, one-piece tank-style suit she wore when swimming in the athletic center pool on campus. But Becky had just given the girl one of her famous "looks," shaking her head, when Becky had pulled the thing out to show it to her. No, her roommate insisted, this was an "island" vacation, and Tammy must dress appropriately.
So the two girls made a trip downtown to one of the city's most expensive fashion boutiques for juniors, and Becky picked out the cutest-and by far the tiniest-bikini bathing suit Tammy had ever seen.
It was blue, the exact shade of Tammy's eyes, and it made the short-cut hair on Tammy's head shine with an even deeper shade of gold in contrast. Tammy had stood somewhat awkwardly in one of the shop's small dressing rooms, as her roommate helped her adjust the suit for a perfect fit.
"But, Becky, it's so ... small!" Tammy exclaimed, feeling the tight fit against her tits and ass. She could feel the tiny French-cut bottoms hugging the curves of her small, taut butt cheeks. And, even more disconcertingly, she could feel the suit's narrow center panel pressing upward into the intimate cleft of her crotch almost like the hand of a caressing lover.
The top of the garment was nothing more than two small blue cups, which seemed almost too small to contain even the modest development of Tammy's pert, peach-sized breasts, and a tiny string, tied at her back, holding them precariously in place.
The combination of the caressing pressure of the garment at her crotch and over her tits and the thought of actually wearing such a thing in public made Tammy's muff dampen and her nipples become erect. Nothing of the girl's excitement would show below, of course, but her hard pink nipples raised readily discernible bumps at the center of the blue cups of the bikini top.
"Well, I can certainly see that you like it!" laughed Becky, as she stood looking Tammy over in the dressing room. Tammy blushed from head to toe, and quickly turned away to struggle out of the naughty swimsuit and back into the jeans and sweater she'd worn into the store.
Tammy had been more than a bit embarrassed at Becky's presence in her dressing room. It was true that all the other rooms were occupied at the time, and sharing the remaining small cubicle seemed a logical idea. And of course Tammy and her roommate had changed clothes in each other's presence hundreds of times in their months of sharing a room in one of the women's dorms.
But still, as her friend shrugged out of the fluffy black turtleneck and skin-tight jeans, which was nearly always her uniform of choice around campus, in class or out, Tammy felt a little uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because in the tiny changing room the other girl was just a few inches away as she stripped down to try on the bathing suit she'd chosen. Tammy was startled that she could actually feel the heat of her friend's small, lithe body as it came free of her garments.
There was a slight scent suddenly on the air along with her girlfriend's natural heat, a scent of perfume, and something else as well-the more exotic scent of a clean, healthy young woman.
Tammy found herself shivering abruptly, but not with cold, for it was warm, very warm suddenly, in the small enclosure. It was not exactly a shiver of excitement either. It was something that Tammy felt at a complete loss to define, so she preferred to shake loose from the strange feeling with a quick toss of her short blonde hair.
Another thing she shook away was the odd sensation that had crept upon her as Becky's naked flesh had come into view, so close in the small cubicle that Tammy could readily note each small detail on that silky-looking terrain. Each freckle on her friend's skin seemed to have been placed perfectly, as if by the loving hand of a master artist adoring his subject so that nothing less than an exact rendering of that subject would do.
A field of fine, gossamer light brown hair dusted the smooth planes and curves of Becky's now naked flesh, the color a bit lighter than the long, rich, mahogany colored tresses that fell from her head to well past her shoulders-much lighter still than the soft-looking patch of dark fur that crowned the juncture of the girl's trim, athletically svelte thighs.
Perhaps she had noted each and every detail, Tammy would think later, in order that she could shield her strangely over-stimulated brain from the observance of the more obvious features of her friend's naked anatomy.
She could comfortably note Becky's sweet looking freckles and fine body hair, but not the pert, small breasts that she was now seeing up close for the very first time-the rosy nipples, like ripe cherries crowning the contours of the tender, pear-shaped mounds.
She could briefly note the darkness of her friend's closely trimmed bush below the small, flat tummy, but she could not allow herself to acknowledge the faint trace of the darker line at the center of that dark nest that denoted the beginning of the girl's cunt itself.
So Tammy turned abruptly away from Becky Henderson and proceeded quickly to strip herself down in order to try on the suit her friend had selected for her.
A moment later, both girls were clad in their new swimsuits, and stood together gazing at their twin reflections in the cubicle's wall-sized mirror.
Tammy found herself blushing at the size of the suit she saw herself wearing and the amount of flesh the garment left exposed, and also at the ghosts of the only partially shaken off sensations that were still reeling within her blonde head.
"Oh, I don't know what you're so embarrassed about!" chided Becky, amusedly. "You look great! And besides," she added, as the two carried the suit and some selections Becky had made for herself up to the check-out counter, "some of the girls on the island don't wear a complete bikini at all!" Tammy stopped and looked at her friend questioningly. "It's true! A lot of the girls wouldn't even bother to pack their tops at all if it weren't for the swimming pools and that big outdoor hot-tub. As far as I'm concerned, tops shouldn't be mandatory there either!" Becky snickered as she said this, adding with a sigh of resignation, "But I guess there have to be some rules down there, or the island would probably fall apart into some kind of mile-wide orgy."
Tammy still wasn't sure about purchasing the tiny swimsuit Becky had chosen for her, but relented and took the plunge when Becky speculated aloud as to how Tammy's boyfriend, Jimmy, would like the suit on her. "His poor cock will probably burst right through his pants when he sees you!" Becky declared, laughing.
That had turned out to be true, figuratively speaking.
Jimmy was just the most understanding young man in the world, in Tammy's estimation. Other men might have blown up in a tirade of jealousy when told that a girlfriend was flying off for a week-long island vacation without them.
And what would most men have done when shown the tiny, hot bathing suit their girlfriend planned to wear on the beaches down there? But Jimmy was truly one in a million, which was one reason why Tammy was so much in love him. That, and the big hard cock he carried in his tight, faded jeans. The one he gave his girl whenever she wanted it-any way she wanted it.
"God, Tammy!" he said when she stepped out of the bathroom of his small apartment, her small sultry frame clothed only by the two narrow strips of blue. "The guys down there are going to have to stay in the water so their stiff pricks don't show! Some girls are gonna get fucked long and hard after their guys spend the day drooling over you," he added, with a grin. "Either that or I'll bet there'll be plenty jacking off back in the hotel rooms at night!"
Tammy had to admit that was certainly the effect her barely clad body had on Jimmy. It had hardly seemed half a second before her young man had her out of the suit and down on the bedroom rug, his face pressed between her legs and his hot tongue buried deep inside her blonde fringed snatch.
Tammy had begun to cum about a half second after that, her blonde-fringed snatch gushing sweet girl-honey as her loving boyfriend churned and lapped at it with his hot, knowing tongue.
It was always like this between Tammy and Jimmy. Tammy could almost cum in her panties just thinking about screwing around with her hunky boyfriend, and the actual act of fucking was even better than she could anticipate.
Tammy's orgasms with Jimmy were always truly cataclysmic. Her breath would quicken, small lustful cries and whimpers rising gradually upward into uncontrollable screams of absolute delight. Her cunt would gush and grab hold of her lover's hard young manhood with fierce spasms of eager passion as if it were a hungry mouth, sucking and gulping for the burst of creamy essence it so desperately craved.
Then, just when the sensation within Tammy's cunt became truly unbearably wonderful for even her delighted screams to adequately describe, the most incredibly pleasurable moment of all would come-the moment when Jimmy at last let forth that powerful burst of white goodness with spurts that shot with the force of a high-pressure fire hose up her quaking and suctioning cunt-channel to splash deep into her young belly, making Tammy rock and buck in the highest, most intense ecstasy a young woman could know.
Tammy squirmed again against her seat in the south-bound passenger jet as she remembered the way she'd cum and cum again under the fierce thrusts of Jimmy's big hard cock on the final evening before her departure. And she giggled deliciously at how he had awakened her early this very morning by slipping his eager tongue up her still sleeping snatch for a session that had her practically coming before she was fully awake.
She had only just realized that the delicious dream she was having about being licked to orgasm by the tongue of a large jungle cat had become a reality of being licked in her boyfriend's bed when a real-life orgasm had come down upon her like a tidal wave, and she awakened to the harsh sounds of her own cries of climaxing delight.
Tammy felt once again the sweet vibrations of the airliner seat beneath her moistening cunt as she remembered how she had come out of that orally induced early morning orgasm to crawl down into her boyfriend's pajama-clad lap to root out the hard length of stiff flesh she knew she would find there.
Tammy knew that Jimmy had loved sucking and licking the sweet orgasm from her spasming cunt because he was already so excited by his performance of the act that only a moment after she had taken the end of his pole into her warm mouth, he erupted with what felt like a gallon of his own sweet love-juice, filling her throat with gush after gush of the hot fluid, and making her dizzy with the scrumptious taste of it.
Seated now in the southbound plane, her destination the seductive island breezes and sultry hot sun of the Caribbean, Tammy licked her lips, remembering the sweet honey flavor of her boyfriend's hot cock and wondering how in the world she would be able to survive without more of that delicious love juice for the week she'd be gone.
Tammy made a silent promise to herself that she would make up for the lost time the moment she arrived back home. She found herself snickering like the more worldly Becky Henderson at the thought of what she would put her poor Jimmy through on that first night back. His poor big cock would be practically falling off before she was through with it.
With these wicked thoughts of love dancing in her head, Tammy settled herself down for the long flight, soon drifting off to a deep, peaceful sleep that would, by the time she awoke, just before landing, have her panties moistening sweetly, like the moist tropical breeze that would greet her arrival.
CHAPTER TWO
Tammy was jolted awake by the sudden cheer of all those on board as the wheels of the big airliner came skidding down onto the hard, black tarmac of the island airport's single runway.
There were audible sighs of relief even from those who had denied any nervousness before the landing, and soon those happy sounds were replaced by the excited rustle of the vacationers as they reached about them to gather up their belongings even before the plane had coasted to a stop in front of the small airport terminal.
In the midst of the noisy cabin, Tammy could hear the sounds of her four friends a few rows back. Tammy's ticket had been purchased after those of her friends, so her seat had been apart from the rest of her group, a fact that made Tammy grateful now.
For the past couple of hours Tammy had been dreaming about her boyfriend, Jimmy, and so, for the past two hours she'd no doubt been tossing and turning as she slept there in the half-reclined window seat. Jimmy had commented to her on many occasions that he could tell when Tammy was having a "wet dream" from the way she rolled about.
"I can even tell when you cum," he'd laughed to her once. "Your face crinkles up like you're in pain, and then you make this little whimper, like a kitten begging for a cat-treat. Then you let out this low grunt, deep in your throat. That's when your dream finally gets you off."
Tammy believed her boyfriend on this point, as she did about nearly everything he said or did, she was so much in love with the handsome young man. So, knowing her thoughts had been on fucking Jimmy in the moments just before she had drifted off here in the plane, it was a pretty sure guess that the wicked sex dreams that had followed would have had her cumming in her sleep during the two hours she'd been out.
Tammy had other evidence of a "wet dream" as well. The moment she'd awakened she'd felt the warm goo at the center panel of her panties beneath the tight crotch of her white cotton shorts that signaled unmistakably that at least one juicy hot orgasm had bubbled up within her young belly.
She was grateful she'd chosen a pair of cotton panties to wear beneath her shorts, so that there was now no outward evidence of her wicked dreams and the climax this had assuredly brought on in the form of a wet spot where her sweet juices might otherwise have soaked through.
As to the restless motions in her sleep in the hot moments leading up to her sleeping cum, the old man who had been given the aisle seat beside her would have interpreted her unconscious wriggling about as the simple consequences of some innocent, girlish bad dream, and not a wet, X-rated one.
But one of Tammy's girlfriends might have guessed the true source of her restlessness. Her roommate Becky certainly would have. Becky would have no doubt greeted her young friend with outright applause at the moment of her awakening from the wild orgasm she'd obviously enjoyed during her two-hour nap.
As the plane finally came to a stop outside the airport terminal, Tammy shook off thoughts of her recent unconscious cums, and felt a renewed rush of excitement at the exotic vacation that was now about to begin.
The heat and rich humidity of the tropical night wrapped over the young woman as she stepped through the open cabin door onto the portable stairway leading down to the tarmac. Dark, mysterious, sounds of life seemed to close in on her from the unseen jungle beyond. The lights of the small airport terminal seemed like nothing against this busy sounding night.
Tammy was reminded of something Becky had told her about on one of the busy days they'd spent preparing for their trip. "There's something about the jungle down there, Tammy," her friend had said as the two sat in a small coffee shop, resting from a day of shopping for a good duffel bag for Tammy to bring on the trip. "Something about the heat, and the moisture, and all that ... life ... going on in the jungle, right outside your window. I swear, it gets to you! I mean, gets to your cunt!"
Tammy had laughed at her friend when the girl had said this. "Becky," she'd said. "For you, everything gets to your cunt, sooner or later. You even get excited down there over ice cream! Remember how you told me about that guy who worked in town in the ice cream parlor?"
Becky burst out in laughter herself at the memory, as Tammy continued. "You said he made you a banana split that was to die for, and from then on all you could think about was getting at that big banana he had crammed into his jeans! Remember? You said that there was nothing in the world that could make you so hot as the idea of a hot boy-cream sundae! You said you masturbated over the idea for a week, and then fucked the poor guy silly until he finally let you do it!"
Tammy found herself blushing suddenly as she heard herself say all this. Goodness, but hanging around with Becky was making her nearly as open about these subjects as Becky was herself, at least where words were concerned!
Becky nearly rolled out of her seat in the coffee shop booth as she laughed at the memory. "Oh, god, it was good, though, Tammy! A big, juicy, hot cum sundae! Butterscotch and hot fudge will never taste as good to you afterwards! I mean it!"
"But, seriously," continued Becky as the two calmed their laughing a bit. "There is something about that island. I promise you, it'll make your pussy just go all gooey the moment you step off the plane! I swear, sex will be all you'll be able to think about!"
And now Tammy was finding her friend's prediction coming true! The heat and the close humidity and the earthy smell of the rich, loamy soil out there in the jungle night was, in fact, making her young cunt go moist.
Something in the jungle air, and the salty fresh scent of the sea somewhere beyond, was wrapping itself about young Tammy, teasing up her bare legs and insinuating up farther, slipping unseen fingers up the leg-openings of her shorts and into the briefer cotton of her panties beneath.
Tammy suddenly felt a nearly uncontrollable urge to lie right down on the tarmac and masturbate. She could even envision herself doing so, rolling and bucking there on the black pavement, her hand jammed inside her unzipped shorts and pulled aside panties, her fingers digging and frigging at her cunt and clit until she writhed screaming into self-induced orgasm!
She saw herself doing this, and saw the reactions of her fellow tourists as well. Her four girlfriends would join her, of course, dropping down around her to seek thrilling orgasms of their own. And the other couples who had just disembarked from the arriving plane? Why, they'd be whipping off their clothing entirely, for they had willing partners there with them-their husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, lovers who'd be delighted to see to their sudden, irresistible needs. And Tammy would feel jealous of them all, for all she had was her own familiar, knowing fingers with which to satisfy that flashing fire the jungle island had ignited within her poor, aroused young pussy!
Tammy suddenly felt a fresh, hot gush of her female cum-cream up under the tight material pressed close between her young, coltish thighs. Why, she had nearly orgasmed right there on the airport runway, just at the quick fantasy the jungle night had put into her head!
She looked around, hoping that no one had noticed. But a nudge and a wink from Becky Henderson, who had magically appeared by her side, let Tammy know that at least her roommate had noticed her suddenly aroused state.
"What did I tell you?" Becky asked in a whisper. "I'm practically coming in my shorts already!" The girl tossed her short brown hair and giggled. "And wait until you see the hotel," she added. "You'll be creaming big time by then!"
Becky moved off, and Tammy followed, hurrying along to join her three other college-mates as they got in line for customs and the line of taxis that waited beyond to take the excited young women to their hotel.
A half-hour later the five girls were installing themselves in their three rooms at the island's main hotel.
Tammy was surprised at the luxuriousness of the accommodations, though Becky and the other young women seemed to take it all as a given. The rooms were huge, containing big double beds, two per room, a complete wet bar and a locked cabinet containing just about any brand of liquor and snack item you could name.
In addition, each room was equipped with a big bathroom, with a huge sunken tub set up as a Jacuzzi, and a separate clear glass-enclosed shower cubicle large enough for a whole family to use at once!
There was lots of closet space as well, though Tammy couldn't imagine why anyone coming to the island would bring enough clothes along to fill it. From what Becky had told her back home, nobody bothered wearing much here except their swimsuits, and sometimes not even both parts of those, Tammy remembered.
Two of the girls' rooms were adjoined on the second level of the motel-styled complex. Tammy and her at-school roommate Becky would share one of those, and Mary Beth Carlisle, a girl Tammy just barely knew, had the room next door all to herself.
"Mary Beth is so stuck up and snooty, it's a wonder she'd even share a room with herself!" Becky had commented to Tammy when the two had discussed sleeping arrangements for the trip. "We'll probably never even see her once we get there," Becky continued. "Besides, she'll be spending her time spending money down in the casino. I'd rather do the beach, myself."
Of the five young women here from New Edington University, Mary Beth Carlisle was the only one who was a member of one of the school's on-campus sororities, the Sigma Deltas, by far the most elite of the campus Greeks.
"Freaks stick together, you know," said Becky.
"But, hey! If she's too good to hang out with us, then fuck her! Besides, I'm here for the beaches and the guys. I'm not gonna waste time trying to be friendly with some stuck-up rich bitch." Becky laughed and added, "Little Miss Carlisle's cunt is probably so stuck-up that no dick could pry it open, even if they did have the bad taste to try!"
So Mary Beth had a room all to herself next door to Tammy and Beth, and the two remaining girls, Debbie Jacobs and Candy Wilkins, shared a room on the ground floor level of the same building.
Tammy was amazed at the size and beauty of the rooms, and indeed the entire hotel complex. There were two gargantuan swimming pools, one over near the casino building; another, the one Tammy liked best, was situated in the center of the huge circular arrangement of the hotel buildings themselves.
This pool was set up to resemble a tropical lagoon, surrounded by intricately landscaped jungle shrubberies and flowering island plants in a rainbow of exotic colors. There was even a small island set in the center of this pool, a miniature model of the actual island, complete with a rocky "mountainside" from which rained a double waterfall into the calmer waters below.
Adjoining this pool also was a huge hot-tub, designed to resemble a rambling rock pool, bubbling and churning twenty-four-hours a day with the powerful underwater jets of an artificial hot spring. The hot-tub was easily big enough to accommodate thirty people or more, if they were friendly. It was in this hot-tub that the girls had agreed to meet for a midnight swim once their unpacking was done.
Neither Tammy nor Becky wasted much time in that unpacking. They simply stripped out of their travel clothes and tugged on their new swimsuits, gave their hair a quick check in the room's wall-sized mirror, strung their room keys about their necks on the nylon necklaces the hotel had provided, and headed downstairs.
They didn't bother stopping next door to pick up Mary Beth. Either she'd join the rest of them in the hot-tub or she wouldn't. They'd let her decide.
As the two left the room, Tammy remarked to Becky once more about the size and luxuriousness of the hotel. It was much nicer than anything she'd expected. Not bad for a hundred dollars a day!
"Well," said Becky, giving her friend a glance, seeming to be in the process of making a decision. Then she seemed to make up her mind, as she said, "It was really more like a thousand dollars a day."
"What!" gasped Tammy, thinking she'd heard wrong.
"Yeah," said Becky, looking sheepish. "I guess I should 'fess up now that you're here. It's a grand a day in this part of the hotel, and good old Doc Stephenson is paying for the difference."
Tammy was shocked! She still didn't understand. Becky saw her friend's consternation and explained. "Look, you worked hard for the Doc, so he wanted to give you a treat. It's what you deserve, working all those weeks on all those dusty old manuscripts and busted pots and stuff. And besides," she added, with an almost bashful side glance at Tammy, "I gave the old Doc a kind of treat in return."
Tammy looked at her friend in horrified surprise. Surely she couldn't mean....
"Never underestimate the power of a good blow-job, babe!" laughed Becky, making the truth she'd hinted at absolutely clear.
"Becky, you didn't!"
"Oh, yes I did!" laughed the brown-haired minx, with a smile of pride now that her deed was confessed.
Tammy could only shake her head in wonder. Respectable old Dr. Stephenson, getting a blowjob from Becky! She just couldn't picture it.
"Oh, come on, Tammy!" laughed her friend, "he's a sweet old doll! He deserved a present, just like you deserve this vacation. All that rumpled tweed and respectability. Besides, once I got him loosened up a bit, you wouldn't believe the things he told me about his college days. Boy, what a pussy-hound! I bet he kept the coeds creaming night and day, trying to wriggle their way into his bed. And he hasn't lost his technique one bit, either!"
Tammy's eyes opened even wider at this. "You mean you fucked him too?" Becky just laughed, smacked her friend on her bikini-covered ass and ran ahead of her down the stairs, putting an end to any more of Tammy's questions.
Tammy just shook her head again in wonder, and followed her friend. A thousand dollars a day! And she was going to be here on the island an entire week! Never in her young life had she even dreamed of spending that kind of money. And to think it was all paid for by sweet old Dr. Stephenson.
The details of how that had all been arranged still made her somewhat uncomfortable, but from what Becky had said she assumed the arrangement had been to the doctor's satisfaction as well as her own, although she'd had no idea what was being done there behind her back.
But the exciting prospect of a whole week spent in this beautiful place was much too exciting for any misgivings about how such a miracle had been accomplished to blemish it for Tammy. She simply decided to put all that aside and allow herself to enjoy the moment.
So, scampering ahead on bare feet, Tammy moved quickly to catch up with her roommate and move on into the wonders of her well-earned vacation
The huge hot-tub was crowded, even at this late hour. Couples lounged chin deep in the water along the plastic rock-lined perimeters, many with drinks in hand, procured from the thatch roofed island bar a few yards away, from which drifted the rhythmic strains of a genuine native steel band.
Tammy walked with Becky along the covered walkway approaching the swimming pool and hot-tub area, bare feet padding along cement paving still sun-warm even in the lateness of the tropical night.
Although crowded, the simulated lagoon of bubbling water seemed quiet, the guests who frolicked and lounged there in the soothing hot liquid warmth spoke and laughed softly to each other, perhaps in deference to the lateness of the hour.
The steel band from the nearby island bar hummed and rang softly as well, the area under the thatched awning there even darker than the shadowy grove of the hot-tub.
The hot-tub had been thoughtfully designed by some romantic engineer so that couples could have some degree of intimacy. The irregular layout of this design offered little grottoes and cozy cul-de-sacs where those so inclined could nestle together apart from the main center of the steamy lagoon.
Tammy thought she could see more than a few of these little love nooks occupied now by young couples, though the steam which rose from the water's bubbling surface made such judgments difficult. The fact that the heads of most of the occupants were slick from intermittent dipping below that surface also made it difficult, in some cases, to determine which member of a given pair was the male and which the female.
Tammy paused for a moment along with her friend as the two came in line with the bubbly, garden-cradled lagoon.
"This is great," giggled Becky as she surveyed the prospect before her. "Oh, Tammy, this is what
I've been waiting all year for! Come on."
With that, the brown-haired beauty led her friend up the steps leading to the tub's edge, and then down into the churning hot water.
A warmth that seemed to have come from deep in the earth itself swallowed Tammy whole as she let herself down into the welcoming water. The feeling was delicious! Tammy felt once again, just as she'd done stepping onto the island airport runway, the subtle heat of the tropics engulfing her body in an embrace that was nothing less than erotic.
Tammy felt her entire body begin to ripen somehow, blossoming in the balmy night, the sultry heat of the frothing water echoing the heat she'd felt deep within her belly the moment she'd stepped off the plane.
But the heat now was something more than she'd felt earlier. It was somehow more intense, more insistent. It was truly all the young woman could do to restrain herself from reaching down to touch the warm tissues she felt swelling and opening there between her now trembling young thighs.
A sudden thought now gave Tammy a moment's pause. She would be unable to masturbate tonight! She was sharing a room with her friend Becky, and so would not have the opportunity to relieve the urgent itching she was now feeling in her rapidly aroused young pussy.
She would have to try to sleep away the night in a bed just across from her friend, unable to give herself any release of the tension that was growing within her.
Tammy wasn't sure now how relaxing this vacation was going to be if everything here was going to cause her poor pussy to throb. And she was going to be here for an entire week!
Oh, well, thought Tammy to herself, surely the resort had rest rooms available to its guests apart from the ones in their rooms. It certainly wouldn't be the first time the girl had been forced to confine herself in such places in some quiet time of day or night in order to flick away the sweet heat in her juicy young snatch.
A splash from nearby drew Tammy's mind back to the present as Becky's head broke the surface of the water at her side. The girl laughed, and Tammy immediately followed suit, dipping her own head below the surface, submerging herself completely in the deliciously warm waters.
She held her breath and remained submerged for as long as she could, enjoying the sensation, and when Tammy allowed herself to surface, her eyes caught a glimpse of one of the aforementioned couples in one of the secluded grottoes at the hot-tub's perimeter.
The couple in question was huddled nose to nose, chin deep, there in the bubbly cul-de-sac, hair slicked back with the wetness of water and steam. A slight gust of the island's warm post-midnight breeze swept away the hovering mist of that steam just that instant, and Tammy suddenly realized that she recognized these two individuals. They were Debbie Jacobs and Candy Wilkins, two of her sister students who had come along as a part of the New Edington University contingent.
Tammy made a movement in the direction of the two, in order to get their attention, when the girls did something that made Tammy freeze in astonishment. Just as she'd been about to raise her arm above the deep water's surface, she'd seen Candy Wilkins glide closer up to Debbie Jacobs, push the girl's drippy wet red curls aside and begin to nuzzle Debbie softly on the neck just below the girl's left ear.
For a moment, Tammy didn't quite know what to make of what she was seeing, but when Candy's nuzzling shifted around to Debbie's face and the girl's mouth parted to accept a deep and obviously passionate kiss ... well, there little doubt left at all!
The two girls were embracing tightly now beneath the heated churning water, their mouths locked together and working at each other vigorously.
Tammy couldn't believe what she was seeing. Why, the girls were lesbians! Girls she had known and gone to school with, seen every day, even, and Tammy gulped nervously at this-showered with in gym classes. Lesbians!
Tammy didn't quite know what she thought about all this. She was startled and confused. Did Candy and Debbie have an affair going before their arrival here on the island, or was this simply a case of two young women succumbing to the effects of the tropical jungle night, effects Tammy herself had felt since the moment of her arrival?
No, from the way the two young women were going at each other, Tammy was reasonably certain the couple's sexual affair must have begun some time ago. Her mind suddenly filled with an imaginary vision of her two college-mates in one of their beds back in their New Edington dorm, locked in a naked lesbian embrace. The full, fire-red curls of Debbie Jacobs's hair splashing back and forth across a pillow, as the brown-haired, blue-eyed Candy Wilkins kissed down the young woman's body from above.
In her mind, Tammy watched Candy's nipping, wet kisses work their way from the soft hollows of the other girl's neck down over the lush fullness of Debbie's generous breasts, the nipples becoming ripe and large at the teasing sensation. Those kisses moved on downward now across the flat, trembling field of the reclining girl's tummy, until it was the soft, crinkly fur above Debbie's young cunt that Candy was nuzzling.
No doubt the soft folds of flesh below that small crown of short red curls would be as ripe as the girl's nipples, swollen and wetly parted, dripping with an open invitation for the application of her friend's obliging tongue.
And when that adoring tongue finally came down upon those waiting, wanting tissues, would Debbie Jacobs emit a sharp, quiet gasp-or a scream of ultimate delight?
Tammy felt her own water-submerged cunt give a sudden lurch beneath the center panel of her tiny blue bikini bottoms and knew that she'd just gushed a small spurt of girl-cream in response to the imagined touch of a tongue to her own intimate flesh. Was it a male tongue her imaginary vision had touched to her trembling cunt and clit, or was it the tongue of ... another girl?
Tammy jerked awake from her exotic day dream when she felt the touch of a hand on her naked shoulder.
It was her friend Becky. "I thought you'd gone to sleep there for a second. You okay?" the girl asked.
"Uh ... oh, sure," answered Tammy, glancing away from the embracing, kissing female couple, just as a wave of mist drifted across the surface of steamy water and obscured the tableau she'd been watching.
Becky did not seem to have noticed the two other girls, and Tammy didn't want to tell her friend about what she'd seen. She was too confused by her own feelings to even think of sharing them with someone else. Even now, her pussy continued to throb and pulse down there in the wet darkness of the bubbling water, almost demanding some kind of attention, anything that would relieve the hungry, aching need.
So four of the New Edington party were accounted for-Tammy and Becky, and Debbie and Candy somewhere over there in the mist obscured grotto. Of the fifth member of their party there was no sign. Mary Beth Carlisle, never the most friendly, was probably in her room, the one she had reserved privately-and expensively-for herself.
"The hell with her," declared Becky, wrinkling her nose. "That little cunt can do whatever she wants. It's not going to ruin my vacation one bit."
Then Becky gave her friend a mischievous look, a twinkle of naughty merriment in her brown eyes. "Come with me," she said, indicating another of the little grottoes, this one very nearby and just vacated by a couple who were now making their way toward the steps-no doubt heading back to their room, thought Tammy, when she noted the obvious bulge of a stiffly erect cock in the young man's swim trunks.
Tammy and Becky drifted quickly over into the little lagoon before anyone else could move to take the departed couple's place there.
Tammy watched as her friend moved to the far edge of the bubbling pool and seated herself upon the underwater ledge that Becky had told her ran all along the perimeter of the huge hot-tub. Tammy saw her friend's eyes bulge strangely for an instant before the girl motioned for Tammy to come over and sit beside her.
The underwater ledge had been designed so that bathers could lounge there, seated and relaxed, with the water at chin level. When Tammy seated herself there by Becky's side, she noticed something else the tub's architect had designed.
Located in the very center of the ledge where Tammy chose to settle her trim young bikini-clad bottom ... was one of the tub's water-jets, which now squirted a continuous, narrow stream of the heated liquid forcefully up against the girl's nylon-covered cunt!
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy Bedford lay on an open stretch of pearl white beach bordered by the mass of varying shades of green of the tropic island's jungle vegetation behind her, and the incredible expanse of deep blue ocean laid out before her. A canopy of crystal clear azure domed overhead. The island had been appropriately christened. Tammy knew now for certain that she was indeed in Paradise.
The playful noises of jungle birds clattered off in the lush green distance behind her, competing with the gently tumbling notes of island music coming from one of the resort's thatched roofed open-air island bars at the beach's north end.
Tammy sighed contentedly as she wriggled her cute, bikini-clad behind farther down into the welcoming sand beneath her dark blue beach towel, patterned with cartooned palm fronds and a spray of colorful tropical fish. Her red string bikini-another new one-and the creamy whiteness of her skin contrasted beautifully against the sun-washed beach.
The warmth of the bright morning sun soothed her taut muscles and radiated deep within her, penetrating her to the quick like a amorous lover, making small moans of pleasure murmur up now and then from her contented soul.
Tammy felt as much at peace as she ever had in her life. And there was none of the tension within her cunt she'd worried over the night before. She hadn't been forced to endure dark hours of unrelieved passion after all, not after what her friend Becky had demonstrated for her in the resort hotel's hot-tub.
There had been no nocturnal tossing and turning about, while her poor pussy cried out for some finger attention, denied by the closeness of Becky lying on her own bed a few feet away and no cramps from a cunt demanding she masturbate it for relief.
In fact, when Tammy and her friend had finally staggered off to bed, sex was the last thing her tired mind could think of. By that time Tammy's cunt had clenched and pulsated with enough multiple climaxes to exhaust even a nymphomaniac!
It had been those wonderful little water jets in the middle of the hot-tub's underwater seat ledges that had done the trick. The designer of those ingenious devices had obviously been female. Who else would have come up with such a delightful way for a girl to pass her time, lounging in the bubbling hot water, while jets of liquid pulsated directly against her aroused clit and cunt, making her climax repeatedly right there in the midst of a tub-full of other guests?
Tammy had surely surprised herself that night. Who would have believed that shy, innocent, young Tammy Bedford, the quiet student working among Dr. Stephenson's dusty old artifacts and flaking manuscripts in the depths of the New Edington University library would be sitting in an island resort's hot-tub, allowing the forceful pulse of a hot water jet to masturbate her to orgasm after orgasm until she was nearly a wreck of satisfied flesh? And with her roommate Becky sitting right there next to her, doing the very same thing!
As she lay there on the resort's private beach the very next morning, Tammy's mind still hummed with amazement at her actions. But she had indeed done just those things. She'd wriggled and quivered, seated there on the small jetting geyser, and had cum nearly a dozen times before her friend Becky had finally tugged her away from the tub's seat-ledge before she wore herself out completely.
Tammy had nearly jumped off in surprise when Becky had first made her sit down beside her there, the pulse of the up-gushing hot water causing her immediate alarm, but her friend had quickly grabbed Tammy's arm and held the girl in place for the few moments needed for Tammy to understand the purpose of the cleverly placed water jets.
That purpose was clear as crystal a moment later when Tammy felt the jet shoot water up through the thin material of her new bikini swimsuit bottoms, past the delicate already excited lips they guarded, and up into her cunt-hole. That channel was instantly widened and filled with the column of water, just as if a man had driven his cock up inside her with a single, well-lubricated thrust.
She could feel the water jet bubbling all the way up her cunt, and the result of such direct stimulation in her already aroused pussy was irresistible.
Tammy had slipped into orgasm almost immediately. Only the quick thinking of her friend Becky, who pressed her hand over Tammy's mouth an instant before, prevented Tammy's sharp cry of delight from drawing the attention of the hot tub's other occupants.
A little moan of remembered passion echoed up from Tammy's throat even now, as she lay on her towel on the beach and remembered the exquisite surprised passion that had shot forth from her cunt the first time she'd cum on the tub's water jet.
Becky had laughed at her, giggling good-naturedly as Tammy fell back from the height of that delicious moment. Then a few seconds later it had been Becky who had been overcome by the attentions of the small geyser she herself was seated upon, and Tammy had watched, fascinated, as her friend bit her lip and whimpered slightly as she began to tremble and quake though an initial orgasm of her own.
"Oh, that was what I came down here for," the brown-haired Becky had moaned, smiling mistily when this first climax had run its shivery course. "Oh, it's just the best, isn't it, Tammy?"
"Y-yes," Tammy had begun to answer when suddenly another sweet cum was bubbling its way up from beneath her. Becky watched her friend closely, ready again with her muffling palm, but this time Tammy seemed able to keep from squealing out her pleasure as she came, jerking and twitching on her watery seat as the honey-sweet thrills raced up her cunt channel.
When Tammy had calmed herself down after this first climax, Becky had shared a little of the technique she'd cultivated during her many previous visits to the island resort and its wonderful hot-tub, beginning with vacations with her family some time back.
"I think my two sisters all knew about these hot water jets, too," said Becky with a confiding smile. "But I never asked them. I just spent a lot of my time sitting out here in the hot-tub, reading, or that's what I told my family."
Becky had giggled then, remembering those first visits to the island. "Once this guy tried to pick me up out here. He was about nineteen, I guess. I'd been sitting right here, on this very spot, a paperback in my hand, held up out of the water, like I was reading, ya' know? And this guy swam up right in front of me and said what I was reading must be awful sad from the way I looked."
Becky laughed. "I realized he was right. I was just on the edge of another cum, my sixth or seventh, I guess, by the time he interrupted me. My face must have been all screwed up, me getting ready to cum again and all. I even had a few tears in my eyes-you know, like you get when you've been screwing a guy who really knows how to make a girl fly? Or when you've been lying in bed, doing yourself for a long time and it's just too good to stop!"
Tammy had nodded her head in understanding, amazed at herself being this open with her friend about matters as intimate and personal as masturbation and screwing around with guys.
"Well, anyway," Becky went on. "Here's this guy, treading water right in front of me, feeling sorry for me 'cause I'm so sad and all, and I'm about to cum my pants off and there's nothing I can do now to stop it. So I just let out this little wail, ya' know? I throw my arms around him and I explode into tears! He thinks I'm sad and crying, but what I'm really doing is coming my clit off on this water jet!"
Tammy had giggled at her friend's story, shifting a little on her seat just as Becky was herself, seated on the very same water jet that had made her cum there years earlier in the arms of her sympathetic passerby.
Becky laughed and shook her head in wonder at the memory. "That poor guy. He must have thought I was hysterical. He carried me from the tub and into the bar over there, bought me a drink and stayed with me until I'd calmed down. Believe it or not, that was the first guy I ever had an orgasm with!"
Becky had laughed at her joke, and then got into the business of showing Tammy the special ways she'd learned to maximize her enjoyment of the resort's hot-tub.
"The best way," said Becky, with a wicked smile, "is to get the jet hitting right on your clit. But not all at once," she cautioned. "It's better to kind of sneak up on yourself. Start by making the water shoot up the rear of your cunt." Becky squinched up her eyes naughtily at her friend and confessed, "Sometimes I even let it squirt up my butthole!"
Tammy, who had at first shivered at the thought of letting a water jet stimulate her rear opening, had before the night was out tried it for herself, and she'd found it surprisingly enjoyable.
"Then," continued Becky, "you kind of move your butt back in your seat, real gradually, keeping the jet aimed along your pussy slit, until you finally move it up under your clit right when you feel yourself about to cum off. I swear, you'll have to chew your knuckles just to keep from squealing!"
And believe it or not, Tammy had tried just that technique, with her friend Becky sitting right there next to her in the hot-tub doing exactly the same thing! And when she'd finally shifted until her hard clit was right over the water jet's forceful flow, Tammy had experienced the cum of a lifetime. Nothing-not her own fingers, or even the masterful cock of her loving boyfriend Jimmy back home-had ever thrilled her so thoroughly!
And so, Tammy and Becky had spent nearly two hours of their first night at the Paradise Resort, masturbating on the hot-tub water jets, stifling whimpers and squeals of passion as they enjoyed climax after climax until the two had finally climbed wearily from the water and staggered off to their shared room, legs wobbly from their many orgasms, and their cunts hungry and dripping.
The girls barely managed to peel off their wet swimsuits before falling into their separate beds, their exhausted sleep filled with blissful dreams of the days to come, amid warm tropical breezes and white sandy beaches.
Tammy, lying face up on her blue beach towel on a beach more beautiful even than the one she'd dreamed of the night before, sighed again contentedly, enjoying the early morning warmth of the tropical sun on her oiled, coconut-scented skin.
The angle of the sun, still relatively low in the sky, sent its rays directly into the lycra crotch of Tammy's listlessly parted thighs, and she could feel the heat that was building down there in response.
Tammy allowed her eyes to slit open under the wrap-around sunglasses she'd bought at the souvenir stand near the bar at the beach's far north end, and she let her sleepy gaze fall upon the cute lifeguard who sat on an elevated platform at that end of the beach.
The guy was a real knock-out, alright-blond hair, blue eyes, a tanned, muscular physique and the "chummiest" smile, as Becky had put it when she'd noticed the young man as well.
In fact, Becky had chosen to spread herself out almost right in front of the lifeguard platform, just so she could wriggle and stretch there on her beach towel. "I'll give him such a hard-on he won't be able to climb down without wrapping a towel around himself so people won't see," she had giggled wickedly.
"Fine," said Tammy. "I just want to sleep some more. I'll be down the beach a ways. Don't let me doze around for more than an hour, okay, Beck? I don't want to burn on our first day."
Becky had agreed to come rescue her friend in one hour's time, even setting the alarm on her wristwatch as a guarantee. Tammy had lugged her beach bag, towel, and a book Becky had lent her-Tammy had forgotten to bring any beach reading material of her own-down the stretch of snow white beach until she found a spot far enough away from the rest of the bathers and sun worshippers.
Tammy made camp, spread her towel, shrugged out of the long-sleeved man's shirt-one of Jimmy's, actually-and offered herself to the sun's rays.
For a few minutes she'd lain on her tummy, intending to read the book Becky had lent her, but just a few pages in she'd discovered the book to be made up almost entirely of sex scenes. It was the un-likely story of some female jungle explorer who discovers a lost tribe of natives-all of them male, conveniently-who defeats them and escapes from them by sexually exhausting the entire tribe by means of her cunt and mouth.
Although completely unbelievable, Tammy found the sex scenes to be pretty well-crafted, and after a chapter or two she found her own pussy beginning to respond to some of the things that were happening to the heroine's cunt and mouth.
Tammy shifted her bikini clad pussy against the towel-covered sand and decided that if she read much more, she'd have to run back to the hotel's hot-tub and let off some steam on one of those fantastic water jets. And right then she just wanted the sun and the surf and nothing else. So she abandoned the book, just as its heroine was about to enjoy three of the not native tribesmen at once, and flipped over on her back to doze away the remainder of the hour.
A thought crossed her mind briefly: Three? How was the woman in the book going to service to three men at once? Tammy thought about this, casually. Maybe two. That would be no problem. One in the intrepid woman's cunt and the other in her mouth. But the third? Where would the third hard cock go?
It was then that Tammy allowed her eyes to open slightly, turning her head to the side for a surreptitious gaze up the beach to where the cute lifeguard sat up on his raised platform.
Yep, the guy was certainly a hunk, she thought, watching him from a distance. About twenty, she guessed, though still very much a beach-boy. He was in the process of oiling himself against the intense sun, the oil making his already dark tanned skin shine so that Tammy could see its gleam even from where she was, far down the beach from him.
Tammy closed her eyes now and faced the sky once again. In her mind she saw the cute lifeguard up close again, just as she'd first seen him when she and Becky had first hit the beach. She now realized she'd looked at the guy's crotch then. She hadn't been aware of it before, but now she remembered the way his baggy boxer-style trunks had hugged a pretty big bulge down there. The suit had clung to him wetly from a recent dip.
Tammy shifted her sweetly curved behind gently down against the patch of warm sand beneath her beach towel, moaned slightly to herself in contentment, and slipped into a deep sleep.
In her dream, Tammy Bedford felt a shadow of coolness cross her face, and opened her eyes to find the deep blue eyes of her blonde young lifeguard smiling down at her.
The young man must have noticed her after all, she thought to herself. He must have watched her as she walked past his raised platform as she made her way up the beach, perhaps undressing her in his mind as she went.
Now that she thought about it, she was almost certain she could remember feeling his eyes upon her back, the tickle of his admiring gaze along the curves of her bare back and bikini-covered bottom. She felt sure now that it had been that little tickle that had crept down along her spine and into the sweet divide of her behind to center in finally on the small nub of her clit, as the lifeguard sat watching her from far down the beach.
Perhaps the guy had used binoculars. Of course he had, he would have had to in order to see her from so far away. She thought of the blonde, tanned beach-boy studying her reclining form through his raised binoculars, measuring every single inch of her bare back, in such close-up detail that he would have been able to see every droplet of her perspiration as it trickled down along her moist skin to absorbed by the dampening towel below.
This, then, was what had aroused her as she lay face down on her beach towel. This was what had driven her nearly to distraction as she dozed beneath the hot tropical sun, until she'd been forced to flip over onto her back.
Perhaps it had been a mental impulse of the watching lifeguard that had made her turn over, a projected command sent from his mind to hers, like a hypnotist ordering her subconscious to do his bidding from afar.
Whatever had caused it, she had shifted over on her back, so that for the past few minutes the young man on the platform had been able to study her body's frontal aspects. Her small, bikini-clad breasts, nipples ripening to bullet hard points beneath the tissue thin nylon, the small "V" of matching color that covered her between her trim young thighs, the short bangs of her blonde hair that lay sweat-plastered to her smooth forehead.
The lifeguard had observed all this for as long as he could stand it, until he had been forced at last to climb down from his post and jog up the beach to where she, Tammy, the girl of this young man's dreams lay waiting.
Now Tammy felt herself smile as she watched her tanned lifeguard kneel down in the sand by her side. He whispered to her softly, his voice touched with awe. "You're so beautiful," he said. "So beautiful. I had to ... I just had to...."
"Have me?" Tammy heard herself finish the young man's sentence. Her lifeguard could only nod solemnly in affirmation.
"Then come fuck me," she commanded, her dream self not in the least startled by her lascivious words. "Fuck me, and cum in me, and make me love you."
Then the young man came down upon her, his lips pressing hers, his hands stroking her bare shoulders, lifting her strongly so that one could slip beneath her back toward the clasp that held her bikini top in place.
Tammy felt a lightness at her chest as the clasp was released and an instant later the top of her swimsuit had been cast away, leaving her small breasts open to the balmy sea air and shimmering sunlight. Her nipples were diamond-hard now as the young man resettled her against her beach towel and moved to cup each tit in a strong, brown hand.
Tammy felt as if she might cum right then and there. Her nipples radiated a heat from inside her that must be practically burning the young guy's flesh, a heat that she felt bubbling and churning down in the deepest channel of her young cunt.
She knew that heat well. It was the heat that signaled an onrush of emotion that could only lead to a truly nerve shattering orgasm. It was the heated itchiness, the driving breathless energy that she knew would soon turn her baking cunt into a virtual volcano spewing molten lava.
Tammy knew that whatever else this encounter might lead to, it would most certainly cause a most amazing cum.
Now the guy's hands were busily in motion again, cupping the twin mounds of her bottom from beneath. Somehow he had moved down atop of her so that his lips were kissing and nuzzling heatedly at the small mouth of her navel. She felt him pause there for some excruciatingly long moments, his pointed tongue-tip delving deeply there until she was groaning at the delicious sensation.
Once more Tammy felt her emotions arise within her, the threatening onslaught of orgasm building to an unendurable pressure in her young belly. But again the young man's attentions shifted before the crisis could be triggered.
Tammy heard herself whine somewhere deep down in her throat, as she felt the lifeguard's cupping hands slip beneath the nylon of her bikini bottoms and tug insistently downwards. She automatically lifted her ass slightly in assistance until the small garment was being rolled down her trim thighs.
She didn't remember kicking the bikini bottoms away, or their being pulled from around her ankles by the young lifeguard. A second later they were simply gone, and her delicious young man was settling back down there between her now widely splayed thighs, undoubtedly preparing to nibble and graze at the core of her sexuality.
Tammy could feel the sun blazing hot where it had never shone before, along the exposed "V" of closely trimmed gold that surrounded the tender young lips of her sweetly dripping cunt. She imagined those lips pursing and beckoning to the adoring young male who was clearly about to pay them tribute.
She thought she could feel each little pulse of anticipatory delight spurting tiny streams of clear pussy juice, as if tempting her lifeguard to lap them up and so help her to begin her final climb toward release.
Tammy heard herself whine anew and murmur, "Come on. Oh, come on and lick me. Lick me now! Lick me like...."
The suddenly sensation of a tongue against the very tissues that so begged for attention startled her words into a primitive scream.
Tammy threw back her head and shrieked as her belly erupted in passion. She felt her cunt fairly gush girl-cream, a flowing heated wetness that surely must be searing the wonderfully adoring lips and tongue of her beach-lover. "Please, oh god, please don't stop, don't ever stop!" her mind silently cried, her passion too awesome for intelligible words.
Her hips were bucking and churning now. It must have been all her poor cunt-eating lover could do to hang onto her. But, please let him hang on, she begged.
She felt a rising of her orgasm again now, a feeling so intense it almost hurt her, so hungry was her gushing cunt for its promised release.
But again, Tammy's dream lover somehow seemed to sense this, and again he interrupted his intimate attentions by varying slightly the angle and force of his oral titillation, his tongue shifting diagonally from its previous stroking pattern, his lips puffing against the red, throbbing clit instead of sucking there lightly as he'd been doing only a second before.
Tammy felt she was losing her mind now. She felt she had to cum soon or....
There! It was there! Her orgasm had sneaked around her young lover's watchful guard, and now she suddenly knew she was at the very brink of exploding!
But ... what...? Her lifeguard! He was no longer down between her legs, his lips no longer munching and rolling and torturing her tenderly demanding clit! Where was he? Oh, god, if she didn't cum now she'd....
Suddenly Tammy screamed like a banshee! The young man between her legs had somehow maneuvered himself into a kneeling position before her and had just thrust what felt like ten inches of hard male cock-flesh up into the gushingly wet mouth of her yearning cunt with the abrupt force of a pile-driver!
Tammy's entire body began to prepare for an explosion like none she'd ever known. The force of a dozen delayed climaxes began to gather now at the far end of her cunt channel, and this time nothing would stop the eruption that would result!
"Now!" she thought. "Now, now, now!" Her mind screaming the words in rhythm to the fierce, pounding of her lover's powerful thrusts.
Oh, god, this was it! Here it came!
A shadow crossed Tammy's face, the coolness of the sudden shade startling the young woman awake, just as her dream lover was pounding her toward her long delayed orgasm.
Tammy's eyes fluttered open to find her friend Becky standing over her. "Are you all right?" Becky asked, the note of concern in her voice contrasting suspiciously with the slight trace of a knowing, amused smile that flickered upon her face.
"Whuh? I...." Tammy stammered, coming reluctantly awake, the threads of her sweetly exciting dream receding quickly, flooded away by the bright sunlight, the fresh scent of sea air and softly sighing surf that made up this tropic reality.
"You sounded like you were having a nightmare," said Becky. "Or ... something like that," she added, her wickedly suspicious smile widening.
"I ... I...." Tammy tried to answer her, but the insistent pounding in her belly in the wake of her dream had not receded one bit. She felt almost cramped, her poor cunt absolutely crying, aching for the release that her friend had just now interrupted.
"Come on," said Becky, pulling Tammy to her feet and turning to help her gather up her beach things. "We've hit our first day limit. We don't want to burn, now, do we? So let's go grab some lunch and see what the other girls have been up to!"
Tammy allowed herself to be pulled along, her trembling knees threatening to buckle now and again, and her poor pussy feeling wet and swollen against her bikini bottom's tightly clinging crotch. She felt so wet down there, in fact, that she wrapped her towel around her waist like a makeshift skirt so that no one would see.
As the two girls made their way back up the beach toward the bar and restaurants, Tammy fought hard to keep herself from looking up at the summit of the lifeguard's perch as they passed by it. Finally, though, she couldn't restrain herself. She gave a quick glance upwards as they came right beneath it ... and she was astounded to see the crystal blue eyes of her handsome young lifeguard directly down into hers. He gave her a smile that caused Tammy's poor pussy to weep anew under cover of the towel.
He was smiling at her. Smiling just as if he had been reading her mind and knew she'd been fucking him in her dreams just a few hot moments before.
Tammy smiled back at the tanned young man awkwardly, and felt for about the millionth time that morning that she was going to cum! It was all she could do to keep herself under control until she and her friend had made it back to their room to change out of their swimsuits for lunch.
By the time they got there, Tammy knew what she would have to do. Before lunch, or anything else, Tammy Bedford would have to have an orgasm.
CHAPTER FOUR
All the way back to the room, Tammy wished she'd taken a moment to have a quick dip in the ocean before returning to the hotel. She could feel the warm cling of wetness between her legs where her exciting dream had caused her to soak through her bikini bottoms.
Now the thin nylon hugged her down there in a way that caused each and every step she took to send a tiny little tug at the swollen lips of her pussy, and to give a maddening rub at the slick, distended nub of her erect clit.
Tammy was half afraid that Becky would notice her condition, and she kept her beach bag close to her loins while they walked, wondering all the while just how in the world she would manage to make it through lunch with this urgent burning down deep in her young cunt.
By the time she and Becky reached the room, Tammy's knees were trembling with an urgency that practically forced her hands between her legs in an almost irresistible desire to bring herself the orgasm that had been so close a few moments before in her interrupted dream.
Suddenly Tammy knew there was no way she could wait through lunch. The aching in her cunt had to be dealt with then and there or else she felt she might actually burst, so bad was the pain of her desire now.
"Uh, Becky," she said as her friend unlocked their door and they stepped together into the cool, air conditioned interior. "I think I need a nap before lunch. All that sun really drained me, and I'm still kind of tired from the flight yesterday."
Becky was facing away from the other girl as she began stripping off her small bikini. The top came away, and from beneath the girl's raised arms Tammy could see the slight swell of Becky's breasts as they jiggled free of the garment.
They giggled even more as the girl peeled down the bottoms of her swimsuit and danced from leg to leg until she'd kicked them free of both ankles and turned to stand fully naked before her friend's suddenly entranced gaze.
"Oh," said Becky, "sure, I understand. I'm still a little groggy from the flight, too." The brown-haired girl's brow wrinkled a bit in thought as she considered. "Maybe a short nap would do me some good as well."
No, thought Tammy! Go to lunch! Leave me here in the room alone, just for five minutes! The idea of lying in the bed next to Becky's while the two "napped" and restraining herself from masturbating for even longer was just too much for Tammy to bear!
With all her might, she willed her friend to go on to lunch without her. Please, thought Tammy!
Please go, and I'll see you later! Just let me get myself off before I explode!
Either Becky somehow succumbed to Tammy's silent will or simply decided against joining her for a pre-lunch nap, because a moment later she was putting her clothes on and saying food was tempting her more than sleep.
"Besides," added Becky, "we haven't seen Debbie and Candy since last night, and who knows where that stuck up Mary Beth is!"
With a laugh and a giggle, Becky was off to the shower, and moment or two later was pulling on a pair of tight bicycle shorts and a low-cut tank-top. No underwear, Tammy noticed. Becky had no real need for a bra, of course; she was as small upstairs as Tammy was herself.
Tammy thought she herself might consider forgoing a bra when she dressed again. At least she thought she might try it for a day and see how it felt. Right now, however, Tammy's tits felt absolutely huge! They were swollen by her protracted excitement, and the nipples had ripened into steel-hard bullets the moment she'd entered the frosty, air-conditioned room from the intense tropical heat outside.
Maybe she would think about going without panties as well, like Becky had chosen to do. But on second thought, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. The way Tammy's young cunt was welling up in excitement right now was no recommendation for going without panties in the future. Imagine being out in public with a pussy humming and dripping like hers was now! She'd soak though her shorts in a second!
Tammy wished her friend would hurry up and leave. She simply had to have an orgasm soon or she felt she might die!
But Becky was ready now. A quick toweling of her long brown tresses, still damp from the shower, and the girl was gone, promising to be back in an hour. "I don't want you to sleep your whole vacation away," the girl laughed. She blew Tammy a kiss and slipped out of the room, pulling the door firmly shut behind her.
Tammy instantly ran to the door herself to make sure the lock had caught. Becky had a key to the room, but Tammy, knowing what she was about to do, wanted to make sure no one else could wander in by mistake.
Her bikini seemed to vanish from her naked flesh in less than a second, her skin going all goose bumpy as it came into direct contact with the room's refrigerated atmosphere.
"Uhhmmm," she hummed sensually as she pirouetted giddily and spun over onto her bed, the cool bedspread welcoming her like an ardent lover. Probably she would have found the surface of a sharp graveled road equally as welcoming, so frantic was she now to bring her long arousal to its fruition.
She rolled back and forth over the bed's neatly made surface, loving the teasing way the slightly coarse weave of the spread's cloth buffed at her small, rounded buttocks and chafed at her achingly stiff nipples.
Tammy heard herself groan as she flipped over onto her back and drew her parted knees up until they pressed into the small, heated hillocks of her breasts.
God, she was hot-hotter than she'd ever been, even with her boyfriend Jimmy back home! Tammy knew that the orgasm she was about to give herself was probably going to be one of her best, and she shivered as she brought the fingertips of both hands down along her raised and parted knees toward the dripping well that waited there, pulsing, between her trembling young thighs.
With the first, slight, teasing touch of her two forefingers at either side of her swollen outer cuntlips, Tammy's body began a deep, slow quaking that began at the center of her being and radiated outward until her entire frame quivering with a delicious sensation of pure lust.
Tammy's mind was gone for a moment, absolutely gone, without even the possibility of conscious thought or reason.
Then, at the far outer edge of reality ... stood the tall, tanned figure ... of her lifeguard! It was the same young man, the one on the beach from earlier in the day. The one who had looked into her eyes from his tall lifeguard tower far up the beach, the one she had dreamed about as she lay on her beach towel, the one who had made her pussy hum as she lay dozing and dreaming of passionate, unbridled sex with him, until her young cunt was nearly cumming.
Now the tanned, muscled beach boy, the one with the deep sky blue eyes and the beautiful blond hair falling over his eyes, was approaching Tammy as she lay once again upon her towel on that very same beach, completely deserted now, she noticed.
And there was another difference: Tammy was naked this time, knees up and spread wide in eager anticipation, her forefingers toying teasingly at the perimeters of her welling young cunt.
The sun was searing down upon her with a weight and intensity that threatened to bring Tammy to orgasm even before the boy could reach her and begin making love to her. For that was exactly what Tammy had no doubt the young man was going to do when he did reach her.
Also the young man was still clothed in his tight swim trunks, and she could readily see from their tightness that he was as hotly aroused as she. The long bulge of his swollen cock was prominently defined there, very long, and very hard.
Tammy heard herself give a low whine, like that of a jungle cat in season, as she continued to tease the edges of her outer cunt lips in anticipation of her lover's arrival.
Then, all of a sudden, he was there! The lifeguard was kneeling before her widespread knees, and he was replacing her teasing fingers with his own, brushing Tammy's hands aside, gripping her knees, pulling them more tightly to her chest, which rose and fell quickly as her primitive excitement grew.
Tammy felt an abrupt, wet warmth now at the very center of her womanhood, and she knew that her lover had lowered his face to place that adorable mouth over the female mouth of her cunt.
She rolled her lips upward and groaned out loud at the blissful sensation of it! Her first orgasm of the day hit her with all the force of a fire cracker exploding, as he licked and lapped at her hot slick flesh and she screamed and creamed into the face of the wonderful young man who had just now begun to eat her cunt.
Tammy wailed as the incredible sensations continued on and on. She could feel the guy beginning to use his lips and tongue ingeniously now, nibbling and sucking at the inner lips of her pulsing, trembling snatch, sending wave after wave of delight up her love box.
Now the young man's lips pressed tighter into her flesh, taking the erect bud of her deliriously throbbing clit between them in a direct kiss on this, the apex of her desire, and Tammy felt herself rise once again in a surge of orgasmic pleasure.
She was screaming again, she knew, and she could not have cared less. Her eyes opened to a radiant sun that was exploding with an intensity that echoed her own erupting emotions. Tears streamed from her blue eyes as she saw the silhouette of her young lover move into view as he raised himself up from the position of his oral adoration and now moved to aim his erect cock at the place his tongue had been a moment before.
He's going to fuck me, Tammy realized suddenly. Oh god, yes, let him fuck me! Please! Let him fuck me NOW!
The very next instant Tammy felt as if an express train had come running up into her at high speed!
Tammy's scream of release this time was as long and as loud as train whistle as well. What felt like a full twelve inches of hot male cock rammed up the welcoming channel of her cunt, stuffing her full and sending her careening off into an orgasm that threatened her very sanity.
God, it was incredible! Her entire body convulsed around the huge male rod of hot flesh that was now pumping rapidly in and out of her, her cunt gushing what felt like gallons of lube out to meet each incoming thrust.
Tammy's tits felt on fire, her belly churning with blissful desire and her loins erupting like a volcano that had been seething for years before now exploding forth with a pressure that could be denied no longer.
Her short, blonde mop whipped frantically back and forth on the blue beach towel, her body tossing as the muscle-boy above her pumped at her twat with the delicious fierceness of a powerfully churning steam engine.
Tammy screamed again and again. God, it was incredible! Absolutely incredible! Please, god, she thought, don't let it stop! Don't let it ever stop!
And then, just as her orgasm-was it her third or forth?-came crashing down around her, Tammy Bedford saw something at the far edge of her vision: another figure was approaching from up the beach.
It was a girl. An absolutely beautiful young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes that sparkled in the fresh, clear sunshine. And yet with all these details of the girl's appearance Tammy could not quite make out the girl's face.
As the girl, who was approaching in a slow, easy stride that appeared almost as if in slow motion, came close enough so that the waves of heat that had rippled her image at first now melted away, Tammy could see her more clearly.
The girl appeared to be about Tammy's own age, and she was small, like Tammy herself, with supple breasts as tender looking as ripe pears, the nipples small and erect in excitement. The arms and legs were tanned and well-muscled and sleek with sweat and sweet sun oil.
A faint scent of coconut drifted on the warm sea breeze from the approaching girl to Tammy's twitching nostrils, a scent mixed with a slight note that Tammy recognized as the smell of a young woman in the first stages of sexual arousal.
A flat, smooth muscled belly, dented by the adorable eye of the girl's navel, led Tammy's gaze downward to the close-trimmed patch of brown curls that topped the girl's delicate looking snatch.
Apart from the sheen of perspiration, sea water and coconut sun oil at the sweet juncture of the young stranger's coltish thighs, Tammy could also see the glint of a different kind of moisture. It was, she instinctively knew, the syrupy wetness that had seeped from between the lips of the girl's excited snatch.
The girl was excited, probably by the vision of Tammy being so blissfully pummeled by the huge, hard cock of the young man who was so energetically fucking her there on the open beach.
Oddly, Tammy felt no embarrassment at all at being as exposed there as she was. And the fact that this exposure had obviously caused this strange female to cream herself with arousal at the sight, only made her own excitement all the hotter, so that, as the lifeguard's pumping continued, she threw back her head, tossed back her sweat-matted golden cap of hair, and screamed out her joy anew.
The strange girl was at her side now, kneeling in the cushioning sand and, to Tammy's wonderments, was bending over her to place a slow, warm, wet kiss upon her panting lips!
Tammy felt another rush of molten desire in her cunt, triggered, she knew, not by the pounding cock up inside her snatch, but by the exotic sensation of a woman's lips for the first time pressing insistently against her own.
Sweet. Unbelievably sweet. There was a trembling hesitancy in Tammy's lips as the more confident mouth of this dream stranger met her own. A liquid warmth seemed to spread slowly downward from these lips above to her more secret lips below, and with that warmth Tammy found herself responding and pressing back, her mouth opening in eager invitation for the tongue she somehow knew would slip forth to meet hers.
Then there it was. A warm, wet, velvety thing that searched and explored Tammy's open mouth.
The flavor was even sweeter now, with a hint of cinnamon and a faint ghost of another flavor as well. It was the hint of something forbidden that Tammy's mind took several long moments to identify. Then she realized what it was.
It was something she had tasted just a few times before in her young life, first as a teenager when she'd only just discovered the magical pleasures of solitary sex. She had been lying in the damp sheets of her bed at home enjoying the blissful, sweaty aftermath of a truly massive self-induced orgasm, her small chest rising and falling shudderingly in the effort to catch her breath, when her cum-slicked right hand, the hand that a moment before had been thrusting and teasing, her gushing cunt, fell absently across her panting open mouth.
Just at that instant her tongue had swiped across her parched, passion-swollen red lips ... and one wet finger as well ... and with that Tammy had inadvertently sampled her first taste of pussy.
She had found the taste rich and musky, exciting in a strange, forbidden way. Tammy had barely managed to stop herself from openly licking at the abundant cream that was all over her slippery fingers. Embarrassment at her shameless impulse then took hold and sent her running for the small bath just off her bedroom to wash away all traces of the disturbing slickness from hand and body.
She'd scrubbed the rest of her body as well, and the memory of her strange temptation kept her fingers away from her snatch for days before she finally allowed herself to play with herself again. But even then, she was always careful to wash afterwards lest a finger come to her lips accidentally to give her another taste of the forbidden fruit of her own young cunt.
Later, with her boyfriend Jimmy, she had learned to enjoy the more acceptable opportunities offered by sucking and licking at the softening cock that had just disgorged itself in her hot little snatch, the flavor of her own girl cum nearly but not completely hidden behind the delicious taste of his semen.
By concentrating on Jimmy, Tammy found she could enjoy what she otherwise carefully forbade herself-the taste of the female-and so divert her mind from the possible implications of such an appetite.
Now, in her dream, as Tammy's hot mouth worked and munched at the mouth of the brown-haired stranger, she began to let herself go in a delicious dream-freedom, and she drank in the imagined flavor of female mouth tinged with female cunt nectar.
Had the unknown young woman been recently doing to the wet cunt of another girl what she was doing to Tammy's mouth now? Tammy's passion-fevered mind did not dwell of these specific questions; it simply allowed Tammy to enjoy what was happening.
As the young stranger knelt over her on her left, Tammy suddenly felt the presence of another kind at her left. There was an abrupt coolness across her face and upper body as someone leaned in close from this new direction, blocking the hot rays of the tropical sun. Then that momentary, thrilling coolness was replaced by the heat of sweet breath at the soft flesh of Tammy's neck.
Tammy allowed her eyes to flutter open. She glanced to her right and saw a rich, red cascade of auburn curls brush against the painfully tight nipple of her bare right breast. A beautiful, red-haired girl was kneeling there, her soft mouth now nuzzling at the trembling hollows of Tammy's throat.
Tammy looked down along the supple, tanned and freckled back of this new stranger and found that she was as naked as Tammy and the brown-haired lover kneeling and kissing her there in the hot sand.
Two naked young beauties were now kneeling by Tammy's side and beginning to make love to her there on the tropical island beach of her dreams.
Two sets of female lips were nibbling and sucking lightly at Tammy's neck and right breast, the nipple there tightening and growing harder, the small, pear-shaped swell of creamy flesh surrounding it beginning to ache with arousal, and the pulse at her throat quickening with the swift, heated pace of a heart racing toward orgasmic release.
And the two worshiping young women hadn't even approached her pussy yet, thought Tammy.
The naked pair flanking her seemed to hear her unspoken thoughts, and quickly moved downward in their oral adoration of Tammy's naked body until both were laving the flat plain of her belly, twin tongues now darting forth to dip into the small indentation of Tammy's navel.
Tammy nearly erupted in orgasm at the intensity of the delicious sensation. She gasped and then moaned softly as she grew accustomed to the feeling, wishing those teasing lips would remain there, lapping at her trembling young tummy forever.
But Tammy's lovers seemed to know better what their mistress would enjoy the most, and now they were kissing their way downward once more until they were tracing the uppermost boundary of Tammy's sparse and closely-trimmed pussy fur.
Tammy felt a gush of warm wetness as it became certain where the other two girls were soon to make their way. A pitiful little whine came from somewhere deep within her, maybe from her seething snatch itself, at the thought of how those two deliciously darting tongues were going to feel upon the delicate tissues of her eagerly welcoming orifice. And soon, perhaps in a matter of seconds!
A single trickle of warm pussy juice made its way downward from Tammy's cunt opening and she wriggled delightedly as she felt it settle in lower to moisten the tiny pucker below.
Oh, this was almost too wonderful to bear, too delightful to last! The hot ocean breeze made that growing wetness down between her legs all the more thrilling, and she shivered all over in spite of the heat she was feeling both inside and out.
Then ... the two sets of lips were suddenly withdrawn, and Tammy groaned aloud in protest.
She opened her eyes, which had been closed in her tender pleasure of the moments before, and looked down to see what had caused the two licking girls to impede their progress toward her seething young cunt.
Two sets of eyes calmly gazed back at hers, and in those eyes was but a single question: Do you want this? Is this what you truly want?
And in her dream, Tammy did not hesitate in her response. Yes, she wanted this! She wanted this more than she had wanted any other single thing in her whole life. More than anything, she wanted the lips of these two young women to kiss her there between her legs, at the hotly aroused center of her femininity.
And their tongues. She wanted their tongues down there as well. She wanted to feel their silky wet tongues licking at her delicate pussy lips ... and her throbbing clit as well. Oh yes, definitely her clit!
And she wanted those two tongues to slither up into the darkly pulsing channel of her cunt! She wanted them to reach up inside her belly as far as they could go, until she finally shrieked and bathed them both with the gushing cream of orgasm-an orgasm which she now knew was going to be an absolute whopper!
Tammy knew her own eyes conveyed her hunger for all of these things, but both the brown-haired petite beauty and the lush redhead who knelt together now between Tammy's widely splayed legs seemed to demand that she express her desires in words.
Tammy again did not hesitate for a single instant.
"Lick me," she said clearly. "I want you both to lick me. Lick my pussy until I come. Please? Please do it now?"
The girls kneeling before her exchanged a single glance ... and then moved to obey Tammy's request.
They began at the insides of Tammy's knees, the two working their way inevitably up her now almost violently trembling legs, licking up salt and sweet girl-sweat as they moved along closer and closer to the junction of Tammy's thighs and the treasure that waited pulsing there in blissful anticipation.
When she felt those two tongues tracing the little creases that marked the joining of thigh to torso, she shuddered and heard herself emit a long, low, groan at the incredible pleasure that began breaking over her in wave after wave of dizzying sensation.
Knowing, apparently, that Tammy's crisis of delight had begun prematurely, the two girls down between her legs moved instantly to the heart of their mistress's young womanhood. The brown-haired girl took Tammy's clit between her lips and began a quick, staccato sucking beat, while the red-haired beauty dipped in close to slip a knowing, almost electric, pointed tongue up into Tammy's now clutching cunt, until Tammy was spasming uncontrollably under the two girls' oral expertise.
Again ... and ... again, Tammy heard herself scream at the undeniable pleasure of it all. She felt as if her pussy were exploding. She could feel the warm splash of her erupting cunt juice on her inner thighs ... and her hands.
Her hands? Why should she feel the flow of pussy cream over her hands instead of on the faces of her adoring female lovers?
Tammy opened her eyes again and looked down. Her own hands were down between her legs, the fingers of one hand flicking wildly at the folds of her orgasming snatch, the other plunging rapidly in and out of the spasming mouth of her cunt itself. And both her hands were absolutely drenched with her own cum cream.
The realization that she had been masturbating all this time hit her as an earth-shattering revelation. Never had she come as hard as she was coming right now, never alone by herself or actually fucking in the arms of her boyfriend.
And yet here she was, lying on her bed in a hotel room on a tropical island, and absolutely cumming her brains out to the fantasy of being made love to by a pair of beautiful girls!
Tammy felt confused. Had not yet another delicious wave of continuous orgasm broken over her just then, she would have begun to worry about the effect this island, this heated tropical atmosphere, was having on her mind.
Now, however, all that filled Tammy's mind was the unbelievably delicious thrill of orgasm, and she bucked up against her pleasuring hands once more, her back arching into an almost painfully contorted bridge on the bed as she felt her cunt explode once more, her brain flashing with fireworks and light, another thin scream of pleasure filling the air-conditioned room.
It was several minutes before Tammy's repeated peak of release finally subsided, but oddly, a glance at the bedside clock informed her that a mere fifteen minutes had elapsed since Becky had left her alone in the room for her supposed mid-day nap!
Tammy felt wrung out from her quarter-hour fantasy. It was only the knowledge that a perceptive young woman like her roommate Becky might suspect her lascivious bed behavior otherwise that prodded Tammy toward the bathroom shower before she allowed herself to settle down for a nap in earnest. She knew that unless she washed away the scent of her cum fest, Becky would "sniff out" the true state of affairs.
Then, showered and fresh, Tammy snuggled down beneath the sheets for a much-needed nap. Tonight was to be the girls' first full party night on the island, and Tammy knew it would be a wild one.
CHAPTER FIVE
Casino Night. That's what Becky had dubbed the girls' first night exploring the island resort's night time entertainment facilities.
"First night we soak in that big hot tub," Becky had told Tammy as they sat planning their trip in the dorm room. "Then it's a long, lazy morning lying out on the beach to get a start on our tans. Then it's casino night, and I intend to hit the jackpot again!"
"You mean you won last time?" asked Tammy.
The cute brown-haired girl wrinkled her nose and grinned. "In a way," she said. "I lost about a hundred bucks, but I won about two dozen loads of man-cream-and about a thousand orgasms of my own!"
Apparently the island's resort casino attracted the best and the brightest of the world's millionaires. And, more importantly, their sons, eligible bachelors one and all, to hear Becky tell it. A veritable smorgasbord of prime young male flesh, all blessed with the good health and trim physiques that only money and careful breeding can generate.
On the girls' last visit Becky had apparently
"laid waste" to over a dozen of these delightful specimens, one after the other. And in only seven days!
On first hearing, Tammy had suspected her new friend of exaggerating at least a little in her telling of these stories. But now, having gotten to know the precocious young woman a bit more intimately, she was beginning to wonder.
After all, a girl who would openly masturbate in the communal hot-tub of a resort hotel to a string of hot orgasms, not ten feet from other guests who were complete strangers, would likely do anything at all providing it was of a sexual nature.
Tammy felt herself blushing once again in wondering embarrassment as she remembered that she had also been guilty of the very same transgression, in the very same hot-tub just the night before.
Now making herself up before the bathroom mirror of her hotel room, preparing for her first evening out on the island, Tammy found herself again contemplating the subtle-and not so subtle-changes the tropical atmosphere appeared to be having on her.
Even now, when she should have been drained by the countless orgasms she'd given herself in the still rumpled sheets of the hotel bed behind her, she already felt the spreading warmth of a glowing, almost trembling excitement in her lower belly.
Her secret noontime masturbatory marathon had left her exhausted just a short while ago. Yet the brief, dreamless nap that had followed had refreshed her almost totally
Tammy was nearly dressed as Becky slid open the glass door and stepped from the shower onto the fluffy bath mat. Tammy had on just a pair of bikini panties and a matching bra as Becky stepped out nude and began drying herself.
Tammy's eyes seemed to melt a bit as she drank in the naked beauty of Becky's trim form, newly tan and still moistly glistening from the steamy shower as she stood beneath the crystalline bathroom sconces, reflected about the room from the three wall-sized mirrors.
Tammy tore her gaze away from Becky's naked tits and fluffy brown bush and tried to concentrate on her eye makeup.
Then, as Becky busied herself with dressing as well, all was forgotten in the excitement of two young women preparing themselves for a big night out.
Not content with helping Tammy to pick out appropriate swim wear, Becky had assisted her friend in the choice of her evening wear as well. This consisted of a long, shimmery cocktail dress of deepest midnight blue that plunged deep in both front and back and featured a slit up the right side that nearly reached Tammy's slender hip.
Tammy had misgivings about the plunging neckline, protesting that the cut only emphasized the smallness of her delicate pear-shaped breasts. Plus, there was absolutely no way she could wear a bra underneath. "What on earth do you need a bra for?" Becky had laughed. "You don't wear one under those sweatshirts you're always wearing around campus."
"But," Tammy had protested as the two stood in their shared dressing room at the fashionable boutique to which her friend had brought her, "my-my nipples will show."
"Oh, for god's sake!" Becky scoffed. "No one's gonna jail you for showing a little nip, Tammy! Everyone lets it all hang out! It's the Caribbean!" Becky said it as if that should explain everything.
But now, as the moment for leaving the room and going out in public in the dress was upon her, Tammy suddenly had a new fear.
"Becky!" she exclaimed. "The slit! It's too high! My ... my panties are gonna show!"
It was true. Lifting her right leg onto the stool before the room's vanity table made the side of the dress fall open to reveal the long, trim lines of Tammy's thigh, exposing at its apex a patch of blue that was the side panel of Tammy's best pair of silk panties.
Tammy held her position and looked to her friend for help. Becky just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Tammy!" she said finally, "with a dress like that you don't wear panties!"
This was too much for Tammy. The thought of walking into a casino full of people-strangers, for heaven's sake-with nothing on under the thin silk of her dress, not even panties, was too outrageous to even consider!
Becky was forced to compromise, even after clearly revealing that she herself, who had chosen a dress nearly identical to Tammy's in cut and color, wore nothing at all underneath. She had summarily whipped open the high back slit to show the unpantied naked curves of her own bare behind, giving Tammy a quick glimpse of close trimmed brown pussy hair as well.
With a mildly exasperated gesture, Becky finally tossed Tammy a bit of cloth that she had rummaged from one of her open suitcases. Tammy uncrumpled it and discovered it to be a pair of thong panties.
The tiny garment was black, and consisted of a single triangle for her pubes and nothing in back but a thin black string rigged high at each side and an identical string designed to run up between the cheeks of her trim young behind.
Tammy was horrified. Never had she worn such a provocatively decadent article of clothing. But Tammy saw once again the appraising eyes of Becky Henderson upon her, judging her, measuring her worldliness and her worthiness as a friend, and she quickly came to a decision.
She hiked up her cocktail dress, stepped into the leg openings of the panties and pulled them up into place.
The thin silk of the silk front patch held her small pussy pouch snugly and the center string ran tightly up the divide of her taut behind, teasing at the tiny rosebud of her asshole and making her feel even more excited than she was already.
Tammy looked up to see Becky smiling and nodding in approval. And as the two stepped out of their hotel room in their matching black highheeled pumps, tasteful evening bags in hand, Becky leaned close to her blonde friend and whispered: "You're gonna regret wearing those little pussy-huggers, baby. Believe me, I know. The way they squeeze up in there, in about a half hour they're gonna have your pussy about ready to explode! You're gonna wish you'd gone naked underneath like me."
Becky laughed and gave her friend a small push. Then the two headed down the causeway into the dark, moist tropical night, startlingly hot after their air conditioned room, and Tammy moved toward the next stage of her island adventure.
Across the roadway, at the opposite side of the resort complex, the Arabian spire of the Paradise Island Casino glowed in the pastel neon of electric floods. Limousines and lesser vehicles made a lengthening train along the covered causeway leading to the ornately carved double doors, now slung wide open to the humid night air. A uniformed doorman greeted each vehicle the same way, popping open the passenger doors and waving guests and visitors to enter and try their luck on the games of chance awaiting them within.
Tammy and Becky scampered across the road, past the lush, floodlit gardens that lined the footpath leading up to the casino's entrance from the left. The thatch-roofed taxi stand beyond, so quietly occupied in the day's bright heat by lounging drivers playing perpetual games of dominos between hires, was now abandoned, all drivers apparently in demand, ferrying guests to and fro around the island's small circuit of restaurants and nightclubs.
A burst of cool air, shielded from the night's sultry heat by a set of double glass doors, greeted the two girls, along with the clamor that only a busy casino can generate.
The girls paused just inside and surveyed the prospect before them. The room was huge, an expanse of light and sound and color situated across two entire levels, the upper of the two accessed by the gentle incline of a ramp along the right-hand wall.
Rank upon rank of electronic slot machines-hundreds of them-of various designs from standard lemon and cherry "fruit" machines to "video poker" filled nearly the whole of the left-hand portion of the room. The center spaces were reserved for the roulette and craps tables, where groups of boisterous men and women were laughing, shouting and cheering the clatter of ivory balls and tumbling dice.
To the right, amid many other clusters of electronic slots, were situated over a dozen blackjack tables, each occupied by cheery or serious-faced dealers and the men and women seated before them, stacks of colorful gambling chips stacked before them like some strange foreign currency.
On the casino's upper level were still more slot machines and, at the farthest point, a huge semicircular bar, complete with dance floor ringed with tables and bordered by a line of more intimate booths. This area was more dimly lit than the rest, and a native band was busy there playing traditional island music.
Becky tugged at Tammy's elbow. "Let's get a drink to start, okay?" The two made their way with some difficulty through the packed crowd and up the carpeted ramp leading toward the bar.
Here the music was much louder and Tammy felt once again the excited anticipation. She was really on vacation! She found herself giggling for no reason. Becky noticed her friend's mood and giggled herself in response.
The two chose neighboring stools at the portion of the polished mahogany bar nearest the island band. The moment Tammy seated herself she became aware of a not-so-subtle vibration coming up through the leather padded cushion. A thudding, rhythmic throb was bumping gently at her from beneath! Tammy knew where it was coming from; it was the echoing vibration of the big tom-tom drums the native band were pounding a few yards away.
Tammy shifted a bit on the stool as the primitive beat of the drums began to have a disconcerting effect on her. The rhythmic pounding seemed to be directing itself up through the seat cushion and directly against her silk-encased pussy!
Every beat the young men sounded upon the taut stretched skins of their big drums was being transferred directly to the sensitive tissues of her snatch. And, alarmingly, Tammy believed she could feel the tender lips of her snatch beginning to swell slightly in response!
Her clit was awakening once again as well. Tammy found herself watching the strong hands of the musicians delivering their powerful blows upon the their drumheads and feeling each and every stroke as if it were a delicate tap of teasing fingers on the small node of now erect flesh at the apex of her swollen pussy lips.
Tammy actually wriggled in her seat as the sensations and the imagined touch of the fingers and hands of the native musicians became more insistent. Her entire body seemed to vibrate and tremble with a rapidly accelerating passion.
She saw herself, as if in a dream, slipping from the stool and making her way across the crowded dance floor, her heated flesh, magically naked now, like the naked flesh of the men and women who danced there, moving sensuously to the music's primitive beat.
She saw now that some of those couples were now holding each other more closely, kissing passionately, their hands wandering over the bare, heated bodies of their partners as their combined excitement built along with Tammy's.
Tammy had reached the lead drummer of the band, the throb of his drum at this close range pounding as if at the very heart of her aroused young cunt. The throb was deep in her belly now, as if originating there and begging for release.
Tammy saw herself drop to her knees before the man, her fingers eagerly seeking out the loosely tied drawstrings of his pajama-style black cotton pants. The man's chest was bare and glistening with sweat at the effort of his playing. Tammy's fingers paused to dip at the hot moisture there, slipping her fingertips to her mouth, tasting the essence of the man's heat, before getting down to the business of untying the strings that would give her access to the treasure she felt herself hungering for.
A fumbling moment later and Tammy's hands were pulling the loosened black cotton down his powerful male hips, hips that seemed designed for the express purpose of powering the engine that would drive the piston of the man's cock again and again into the willing hot flesh of the woman lucky enough to receive it.
Then ... there it was. The erect cock of the man, huge and throbbing, stiffly directed at Tammy's passionately parted lips. Nearly ten inches long, nearly two inches wide. A male cock unlike any Tammy had ever seen, and one of dimensions which would no doubt have horrified her in real life. But here in the dream world of her imagination, the sight only made her drool hungrily-from both her mouths-for a taste of that magnificent rod of flesh.
Tammy imagined she could feel the slow, warm trickle of girl cream dripping from the aroused opening of her trembling snatch to wet her inner thighs as she knelt there fingering the slab of male meat before her.
She knew she simply had to have it in her mouth ... and right now!
Tammy parted her lips wide-she would need to-and bowed her face forward to take in the throbbing red plum of the drummer's huge cock. As her mouth closed upon the nearly choking size of it, she tasted the salty sweet tribute of a small spurt of his pre-cum. She savored the rich taste of it, letting it melt there, dissolving slowly in her mouth as she felt an answering spurt of her own pussy juice gush forth.
Delicious! It was delicious, and she knew she had to have more!
Now Tammy's mouth was sucking and drawing at the drummer's big dream-cock, wanting the scrumptious, thick cream she knew was bubbling hotly in the man's bloated balls.
Amazingly, she found her dream-self able to take in the man's entire length now, the full ten inches-or was it twelve-plunging deep in her throat, moving in and out with a rapidly accelerating rhythm accompanied by a like acceleration in the rhythm of the music. The band members seemed to have gathered around her, encouraging her in her efforts to suck their leader's body dry of the rich, male cream he was closer and closer to offering her.
Another change had taken place in the room. Without having to turn her head she somehow knew that the men and women dancing on the polished floor behind her had ceased dancing now. The naked girls had now dropped to their knees before their naked partners and were now employed just as Tammy was herself.
Dozens of female mouths were now working industriously at the rigid poles of their men, their lips and throats sucking, and agile tongues laving erect shafts now suddenly at the point of eruption.
The crucial moment had apparently now come, for just as Tammy heard and felt a deep throated groan-the groan of impending male orgasm-from her gorgeous drummer, she heard a chorus of like warning outbursts from every male on the dance floor.
And the next second Tammy felt the familiar quick throb of male cock-flesh and then the powerful gush of hot, spurting cream. Tammy's mouth seemed to fill as quickly as if she had been holding the open nozzle of a hose between her widely stretched lips. The high-pressure water source had been activated and Tammy's mouth and throat now bulged with an overwhelming abundance of male cum the like of which she had never known.
Tammy also seemed to feel the eruption of every male penis on the dance floor. It was as if each of those hard rods of flesh were spurting into her mouth instead of into the mouths of their sucking partners.
Dozens of subtly different flavors from each cock were noted individually upon her sweetly sucking palate, some registering as a bit more salty, some a trifle more sweet, but none as supremely delicious as the rich and slightly cinnamon-tinged flavor of her big drummer.
The cream kept gushing and Tammy kept swallowing, not allowing a single drop to escape her hungrily swallowing throat. She shivered as she felt her belly filling with mouthfuls of the delightfully rich cream, but still she craved more.
"Hey, you!" It was Becky, interrupting Tammy's lasciviously sweet day-dream and dragging her back to the present. The two were still seated on their barstools as the native band played on.
Tammy was startled. She glanced at the still clothed men and women on the dance floor and the, of course, still clothed lower body of the band's lead drummer, who pounded his tom-tom completely unaware that in the heated imagination of the cute young blonde seated at the bar a few yards away he had just been given the blowjob of a lifetime!
"Oh!" Tammy gasped.
"Where did you go?" laughed Becky, again favoring her friend with an all-too-knowing look of complete understanding.
"I ... I, uh...."
"Come on," said Becky with a giggle. "Let's check out the blackjack tables! I'm feeling lucky!" Dragging her friend behind her, Becky slid from her barstool and made for the main floor.
Tammy came with her, turning back to grab her nearly forgotten drink. Glancing down she saw something on the seat where Becky had been seated.
Tammy's eyes grew wide, and the thought hit her that it might have been a good idea to wear panties tonight after all. Although her little daydream had left her silk thong decidedly wet, at least the moisture of her excitement had something down there to soak it up.
Becky, however, had chosen to go naked beneath her dress, which accounted for the glistening patch of wetness her friend had just left on the smooth dark leather of her bar stool.
Her drink in hand, Tammy hurried after her friend, smiling as she wondered what wild fantasy had triggered the obvious excitement in Becky's cunt.
Becky was headed in the direction of the nearest bank of craps tables, but Tammy came to an abrupt stop several yards short of there, at one of the intervening rows of semicircular tables devoted to blackjack.
Behind this particular table, dealing to a nearly full complement of players, was the most beautiful young man Tammy had ever laid eyes on. He was of medium height, had a gorgeous head of close-cropped brown curls and the deepest, sexiest brown eyes imaginable.
The instant Tammy saw him she had stopped, Becky for the moment forgotten, and she now stood watching the young man as he began to shuffle together the five decks of cards for a new round.
Strong looking fingers joined and separated first one deck then another, their motions almost too quick to follow. It was fascinating to watch fingers so sure, so practiced, so precise at their job.
Tammy caught herself wondering if the young man's digits were as competent at the techniques of love making as they were with the operations they were currently performing.
She suddenly felt another rush of warm dampness within the confines of her tiny thong panties and she blushed, glancing up from the young man's busy hands and into those incredibly deep, brown eyes.
Tammy started. The young man was staring right back at her. There was a knowing look in his eyes as well, as if he could see not only her embarrassment but also the source of that emotion.
Tammy felt her breath give a little catch. It was as if this man could see through her, right down to the quivering nub of her excited clit.
The shuffling of the cards was done now, and Tammy came somewhat to herself as the young man slapped the deck together finally, lay the combined stack of them on their side, and pushed them forward ... toward Tammy!
Somehow, the young man's eyes must have acted like some sort of magnet, drawing the girl over to the very edge of the table. For she now found herself standing before the single unoccupied player's space there.
The handsome young dealer was offering Tammy the "cut." Tammy had played a childish version of blackjack with her friends when she was a kid, but she had no knowledge of the rules or etiquette of the casino version of the game.
The dealer seemed to recognize this quickly; he was no doubt used to unexperienced tourists at the casino. So he simply reached forward and took Tammy's right hand, placed a red "marker" card between her fingers and guided her hand over the waiting card stack.
With a deft little motion he helped her slide the marker into the stack an inch or so from the bottom and then returned her hand with a gentle squeeze of thanks and a reassuring pat.
Tammy felt that small squeeze and pat as if they had been a gentle squeeze of her now throbbing clit and a stroking pat on the swelling pouch of her cunt.
Her knees began to tremble so that she had no choice but to fall onto the seat of the leather upholstered high stool that was suddenly there for her. A casino attendant had moved the chair into place behind her, and was now asking for her drink order. Tammy ordered a vodka-tonic and the attendant nodded and was gone.
The handsome dealer was smiling directly at her now as he lined the newly shuffled and cut stack of cards into the dealing card shoe. The first game was about to begin.
"Playing?" The young man asked quietly with a raised dark eyebrow. His voice pleasantly deep, almost musical, and there was the slightest trace of a British accent.
Without consciously thinking of anything other than how the deep timbre of the dealer's voice seemed to vibrate along the delicate, erect tissues of her clit and echo in the depths of her cunt channel itself, Tammy reached into her small, sequined evening bag to extract the five five-dollar casino gambling chips the hotel presented to each of their guests upon arrival.
Without taking her eyes from the thrilling gaze of the young dealer, she slid one of the five chips forward and sat awaiting the deal.
CHAPTER SIX
Tammy was upset. She was totally embarrassed and ashamed of herself. She had behaved like a fool, and she'd lost the twenty-five dollars she'd promised herself she'd spend on a small gift for Dr. Stephenson to thank him for making this vacation possible.
Now the twenty-five dollars worth of "free" casino chips were gone-lost at a stupid blackjack table. And all because she'd gotten so horny for the good-looking young dealer at the table that she'd lost her concentration and asked for another card when she'd already held a count of nineteen. Nineteen!
Tammy couldn't believe her own stupidity. Even as a kid she'd known never to "hit" on a count of over seventeen! She'd simply been too worried about the way her stupid little cunt had been throbbing to keep her mind on what she'd been doing. What was happening to her? It was as if her throbbing clit was controlling every single thing she did on this vacation!
Tammy found herself nearly in tears as she pushed her way rapidly through the crowded casino, making her way toward the exit.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump. It was Becky, catching her just as she passed the craps table where she'd been playing. "Hey, where you off to, Tammy?"
Then the brunette happened to glance past her friend back in the direction Tammy had been coming from. "Oh, I see!" she said with a grin. "Playing hard to get, huh? Well, running away makes the fucking all the sweeter when you let yourself get caught!"
"What?" said Tammy, confused. Then she saw where Becky was looking. Tammy's dealer was pushing his way deftly through the crowd, his eyes searching the faces of the female guests ... until once again he'd locked on to the blue eyes of Tammy Bedford.
And once again Tammy felt her cunt go all warm, wet and squishy, as her mind became clouded by the undeniable urge rising again within her female belly.
"Good luck, honey!" Becky whispered in her ear as the girl reached a hand behind her to tweak the underside curve of her friend's sequined behind. "Fuck him a few times for me, okay?"
But Tammy was hardly aware of her now as the other girl melted away into the crowd just as Tammy's cute young dealer approached.
"I'm sorry," he said, the deep, refined tones of his slightly British accent sending thrills through Tammy's entire body, making her knees feel all weak and trembly. "You looked upset back there at the table."
His concern appeared genuine and Tammy forced her mind together long enough to make a response.
"It-it's okay, I just...."
"I mean, you really shouldn't play in here unless you can afford to lose. The odds always favor the house, you know. Always."
"No. I mean, that is-" God, she was acting like some stupid schoolgirl! But that curly hair! That accent! And, god, those eyes! She was too turned on to think! It was all she could do to keep her eyes from dropping down for a quick check of the bulge she was absolutely certain she'd find in the crotch of his black uniform pants!
"Look, can I buy you a drink or something?" he was saying, still looking concerned. "I really feel badly about all this, and at least it would make me feel better."
"Okay," Tammy finally managed to answer, and the young man took her arm and led her out through the casino's main doors and into the hot night.
The humidity of the tropic evening enveloped Tammy's body once more and again she felt the almost instinctive primitive urge to cast off what little clothing she wore and walk naked in the thick, torrid air.
Tammy wondered whether the effect of the island's heated atmosphere would have been as exciting as it was without the contrast of air conditioning to point it up. She decided that it probably would be.
All that warmth and moisture would no doubt permeate a girl's being and drive her to distraction even sooner than Tammy was being driven by the repeated moving from the cool air inside to the naturally dense and sultry air outside.
She felt the personal moisture of her lubricating cunt creeping forth, no doubt blending with the hot night air, and she wondered whether the perfume created thereby might not be noticeable to passersby, her dealer included. And she decided that she didn't really care.
In fact, she found herself almost wishing the young man would smell her sweet scent and know how hot and aroused she was becoming, and as he guided her across the busy road in the directing of a group of restaurants and nightclubs Tammy walked with a looseness in her stride now that offered more of her intimate warmth and wetness to the night.
"Here," the young man was saying, leading her toward a dark, ornately decorated wooden doorway guided by yet another uniformed doorman. "It's the best restaurant on the island. Best bar as well. I promised you a drink and only the very best will do for a guest of mine."
The young man gave her a smile that melted Tammy's already soft heart. "Plus, there's the employee discount," she joked, with a flash of perfect, white teeth.
The sign above the door proclaimed: "The Jungle Room" and upon entering Tammy could readily see why. The motif was "jungle" in the extreme. Dark pathways of tropical palms and natural looking undergrowth had been landscaped around small tables hidden from each other in quiet cul-de-sacs.
In fact, Tammy realized now that the restaurant wasn't really indoors at all. She should have noticed instantly the lack of the very air conditioning she'd been thinking of a few moments before. Instead, beneath the low thatched ceiling hung huge, slowly turning paddle fans that stirred the air just enough to keep it in motion, the slight breeze miraculously enough to turn a light sheen of perspiration to cool evaporation.
Tammy was in love with the place at once, as her dealer allowed a waiter in native dress to seat her before slipping into the seat opposite.
What the two talked about as they sat listening to the soft, sweet island music that played from somewhere nearby, sipping sweetly flavored island drinks and then, when it came time for dinner, a delicious assortment of native dishes, Tammy could never later on be certain.
She'd learned that the young man's name was John Stevens, that he was in fact British, had been in the islands for about six months and was well on his way to a position of second senior dealer at the casino. He loved snorkeling, especially spearing for the area's abundant fish of the nearby reefs, and promised to take Tammy out for a lesson.
What Tammy could remember quite clearly, however, was what had happened as the couple's dessert had arrived. A waiter had set before them a small tray of sectioned fruit: Pineapple, papaya, bananas, kiwi, grapes and passion fruit. She had reached to sample a piece when John Stevens had caught her hand in his own. Once again, their eyes met, and there was a passion there that Tammy could feel as an electric impulse shooting from the tips of her trembling fingers to the very depths of her cunt.
"I want you, Tammy," the young man said simply. "I want to taste you." His voice was low, though the two of them were shielded from the sight, and probably the sound, of the restaurant's other diners. "I want to taste you now."
Tammy's eyes remained locked onto his as he startled her with a low murmured question. "What are you wearing under your dress?"
When she heard this, Tammy very nearly came right where she sat. She felt hypnotized by the young man's proximity, and was surprised to hear herself whisper back, "Just ... panties."
"What kind?" The dealer's voice remained low, but was insistently edged now with his own excitement.
"Black silk," she said, involuntarily making a small, slow wriggle against her seat, so as to feel the tight silk thong against the now trembling lips of her wet pussy.
The young man said nothing now but, still holding her hand in his, slowly reached forth his other hand and held it waiting before her.
Tammy understood his unspoken request at once and, amazed with herself but totally unable to resist either his request or her own darkly churning desire to fill it, moved both her hands down to begin the surreptitious chore of removing her black silk panties so that she could hand them over to him.
She wriggled in her seat as she worked her hands up the underside of the black sequined cocktail dress, flipping it open at the convenient, high-cut slit to hook her thumbs beneath the narrow silk strands that rested low on each hip. She lifted her pert behind high enough off the surface of the smooth wooden seat to give clearance and slipped the panties out from under her.
A puff of air from the nearest ceiling fan wafted along her bare thighs as she began to pull the tiny garment away from her pussy and down her legs. The air on her freshly bared snatch made her pussy lips seem to catch fire as the wetness there began evaporating in the abrupt coolness.
Not to worry, though, because new wetness was now oozing forth to instantly take the place of whatever might evaporate. Tammy felt herself wetter now with excitement than she'd ever been in her entire life.
Trembling fingers fished the cast-off panties from where they had fallen around her ankles and she somehow managed to hand the little bunch of silk over to the young man who sat waiting across the table from her.
John Stevens held the panties for a moment, working them with his fingers. Tammy could see the gleam of wetness there upon the small center patch glistening slightly in the light from the candle in their table's hurricane lamp.
Amazingly, she felt no embarrassment at this at all. This young man knew women, knew that an excited young female became wet down below, and that such wetness was entirely natural and beautiful. This man appreciated women, and with that realization Tammy felt something deep inside herself become even more open to this young man than it already had been before.
"Thank you," said the dealer, smiling that wonderful smile at her again and placing Tammy's panties in the lapel pocket of his uniform coat. A portion of the bunched black silk was left showing above the pocket's opening like a stylish silk handkerchief. This was somehow incredibly decadent, and Tammy felt another surge of wetness from the now bare opening between her legs.
"Now," the young man continued, "I want to taste you."
Tammy's eyes showed confusion. She didn't understand. Surely he wasn't suggesting she lay herself out on the table for him to eat like some kind of dessert!
Suddenly Tammy realized she was so hot at this point that if he asked her she would probably do that very thing. But before she could ask for some clarification the young man made his intentions quite clear indeed.
"I said," he continued, picking up a small section of pineapple from their dessert plate, "I want to taste you."
He handed the bit of fruit over to Tammy, and instantly she knew what he had in mind. And without a second's hesitation, Tammy slipped the small piece of pineapple down through the side slit of her cocktail dress ... and between the tender, puffy lips of her girlish snatch.
Tammy's breath caught a little in her throat as the wedge of pineapple pressed into the slit of her heated cunt, the swelling lips parting only enough to allow passage of the sticky fruit.
Tammy's eyes narrowed in intense passion at the sensation. This was incredible! She'd never done such a nasty thing in her life! And now here she was, seated in a public restaurant, sliding a piece of fruit into the aching channel of her cunt!
Suddenly Tammy realized that she was about let go of the slippery pineapple slice. And if that happened, how would she get it back out? And yet part of her wanted to do that very thing. Part of her was almost insisting she press the cool shard of fruit into herself as deeply as if would go, following it with additional pieces, more and more until she had packed herself full of the sweet stuff.
Practicality came to her rescue, however, and she managed somehow to maintain her hold on the small morsel, which had warmed now from its former icy coolness to the frantic heat of her cunt.
Tammy pulled the piece of pineapple back out of her pussy, brought it out through the side slit of her dress and lifted it toward the curly haired young man who sat waiting across from her.
Tammy could feel the slippery juice of her pussy on the piece of fruit now in addition to the more sticky wetness of its natural syrup. It nearly slithered from her trembling fingertips before John caught hold of it with the fingers of his own more steady hand.
She watched breathlessly as he brought the small morsel to his lips. He placed it upon his tongue like a connoisseur sampling the finest rare caviar, his eyes closing in appreciation of the rarity of the moment.
He held it in his mouth for a moment, jaws motionless, as if savoring the slightest nuances of its flavor. What would it taste like Tammy wondered. The sugary sweetness of the fruit, combined with tarter flavor of woman.
Unthinkingly, Tammy brought the fingers of her right hand up to her mouth and slipped the sticky wet tips between her lips, licking and sucking the combined juices that coated them.
Her own eyes slid closed in response to the rich flavor that burst upon her tongue. Incredible. It was incredible!
Tammy suddenly realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away from her face, opening her eyes in time to see that John had caught her unconscious performance. He was smiling at her now, and she watched him as he finally began to chew the section of pussy-flavored pineapple.
Tammy shivered as she watched him, somehow feeling those handsome jaws and lips and tongue that were now working appreciatively on the bit of fruit as if it were the lips of her quivering cunt that they were savoring.
She realized then that the two of them, herself and this gorgeous young man, were destined from that very moment to become lovers. She knew it would be this very night that it would happen, too. It was an absolute certainty. Her young cunt, her entire body simply insisted upon it, and it was an insistent hunger that would not, could not be denied!
Her handsome dealer swallowed finally, sighing appreciatively. Then he fished out another sample from the plate of mixed fruit before them. It was a grape this time, plump, purple and swollen with ripeness.
"More?" he asked, smiling as he passed the grape into her hand, which had almost shot across to meet his, so eager was she to repeat her previous performance.
Passing the cool grape down between her legs, Tammy paused this time to rub the smooth slickness of the fruit upon and down upon the small protuberance of her quivering young clit. She shivered almost violently at the sensation, the tender bud practically begging for the attentions to continue.
Tammy knew she would come if she kept this up, and she suspected that with the heated condition she was in at this point, an orgasm now would hit her with such intensity that a scream of delight would be unavoidable.
Wild as she was with lust, she remained enough in control of herself to know that a scream like that in such a public place would certainly have embarrassing consequences.
So she held herself back, curtailed the stoking of her aching clit with the cool grape, and instead pushed the little globe in between the slippery lips of her waiting cunt.
Once past the opening, the tightness of her lips propelled the round piece of fruit into her cunt much farther than she'd intended, causing her immediate alarm. She wriggled slightly in her seat, feeling the grape resting deep within her tight young pussy channel.
Oh, god, she thought. What if I can't get it back out?
Tammy tried not to allow her distress to show to the young man who sat watching her from across the restaurant table as she worked the fingers of her hand into her pussy opening, searching within herself in an effort to retrieve the deeply-seated grape.
There was no way she could do it! Reaching with one finger alone she could barely touch the grape's rounded surface, but that brief contact only served to push the little globe, even deeper up her juicing passage!
And the fact that her cunt was lubricating even more under all this attention didn't help matters any. She was practically a lake down there now, and the grape appeared to be lost somewhere at its bottom.
"It's ... I ... I don't think I can...." She tried to explain her awkward situation, but faltered. She felt that her own clumsiness had now broken the seductive mood. Now the evening would be remembered only for the stupid thing she'd done.
Instead of an evening of passionate lovemaking with this beautiful young man, she'd be left only with a stupid memory of having gotten a grape lost up inside her cunt!
Tammy felt the sting of tears welling up in her eyes, but before a single droplet fell she felt John Stevens suddenly at her side. He was helping her from her seat, dropping a small stack of colorful island currency on the table to cover their dinner check.
He said nothing, but Tammy felt from the steady assurance of his hand on her elbow that the young man had somehow guessed her problem. But how could that be?
Tammy had no time to think, for her young man was now guiding her, not toward the door by which they had entered the restaurant, but back somewhere toward the restaurant's rear. It was darker here, the candles and oil lamps that had been part of the outer portion of the thatched roofed building becoming fewer and fewer as they walked.
Tammy felt somehow as if the young man were leading her back through time almost, though she could not explain that feeling.
Finally the two reached a place of almost utter darkness where the young man seemed to reach about in search of something for a moment. He'd been looking for a door handle, apparently, for there was the clicking sound of a latch ... and then Tammy found herself staring into an absolute wonderland!
The thatch and bamboo door had swung open to reveal a sandy pathway, lined with palms, which led off into the night-a night that was practically alive with stars!
The sounds of the surf coursed up along the pathway, signaling that the beach lay that way as well. Overhead, an explosion of stars, more stars than Tammy had ever seen, formed a canopy that looked too beautiful to actually be real.
It was a glimpse of heaven, and Tammy thrilled at the sight! The lost grape, still resting within the snugly wet walls of her young cunt, was forgotten in the sheer wonder of what she was seeing.
Her head still raised to the heavens, Tammy felt the hands of her young man at her shoulders. He was standing behind her, pulling her close now and nuzzling his face into the nape of her neck.
Tammy shivered at his touch, feeling John's lips as he placed his first warm kiss upon her there. His lips, and then, thrillingly, his tongue, came into play as he kissed and licked at her gently.
There was a warm gush of pussy cream down between her thighs, and her legs were trembling and suddenly unsteady. From the knowing way her young man was setting her nearly aflame with only a simple kiss at the back of her neck, Tammy knew without a doubt that unimaginable wonders awaited her once the dealer moved down to more interesting places.
The hands at Tammy's shoulders were now slipping the narrow straps of her cocktail dress down off those newly tanned curves, and Tammy shivered as she felt the thin silk of her dress, released now, sliding down her body to form a puddle of darkness around her ankles.
Tammy slipped off her heels and stepped away from her shoes and dress, leaving them in the sand where they had fallen. She turned around then and was gathered into the arms of the curly haired young dealer, the young man's lips moving onto her own in the couple's first real kiss.
Again, Tammy felt the rise of an on-coming orgasm welling up from deep within her belly, threatening to rush throughout her frame, leaving her wrecked and devastated in its wake.
But again she somehow fought off the moment of surrender, choosing once more to delay the final, on-rushing result of desire until later, knowing that the longer she allowed the pressure to build the more withering would be the force of her fulfillment.
The kiss continuing, mouths working and tongues dueling, Tammy brought her hands up to fumble with the dress shirt her dealer wore. His hands joined hers and both worked together to remove coat, shirt and tie, finally leaving the young man naked from the waist up.
The two paused now in their undressing efforts to press naked chest against naked chest, both shivering with arousal at the sensation. This didn't last for long, however, and soon Tammy was working feverishly to relieve John of his pants as well.
Almost magically, his uniform trousers and dark silk boxer shorts were off, and Tammy stood in the hot, naked embrace of her young dealer, one hand wrapped tightly about his back, pressing him closer to her, and the other hand wrapped tightly around the big, hard shaft of the rigid pole she had found there.
Tammy's knees began to tremble again, and she was just about to allow them to finally give way beneath her so that she could lower her hungry mouth to the level of that sweetly throbbing young cock, when the young man in her arms pulled her away instead, and began to walk her down the deep, soft-sanded pathway toward the sounds of the midnight surf.
Tammy walked without resistance, her trust in her companion somehow complete now. There was nowhere she would not follow him, nothing she would not do. She knew this as absolutely as she knew that the orgasm she was approaching was going to be the best of her young life.
She thought of the many hours she'd spent masturbating alone in her bed, rocketing from one sweet climax to the next on her own fingers.
She thought of the many, many times her boyfriend back home had fucked her gushing young cunt until she'd screamed out her passion and nearly passed out from sheer delight.
But even with all that experience behind her, she felt absolutely certain that the orgasm she was about to receive on the hot midnight beach of this island paradise would be the sweetest and most memorable of her life so far.
She wanted that orgasm intensely. But she waited for it to come in its own good time, trusting her young man, the night and the jungle, the noises of which were rapidly receding as the couple neared the dark shore of the ocean up ahead.
John brought Tammy to a stop near the end of the sandy pathway, just under the spread of the last group of palms separating the woods from the open beach. The roar of the nighttime surf was huge now, absorbing almost any sound the two would make.
Tammy realized this was probably why the young man had led her to this spot. There was no scream of passion that would rise above the surging roar of the Atlantic to be heard either along the deserted beach or at the restaurants and clubs far back up the jungle path.
Tammy moved into John's arms once again and the two stood clutched in a tight embrace, he feeling Tammy's small, firm, hard nippled breast pressed against the smooth muscles of his own chest and Tammy feeling the insistent probing of that long, hard rod of flesh against her excited pussy slit.
Now that she sensed the crucial, long-awaited moment had at last arrived, Tammy wanted to climb right up on that stiff pole, pressing down as it entered her, throwing herself onto him, fucking him, ravaging him until she exploded and he shot his white-hot cum deep into her belly.
But firm male hands once again took control over Tammy at that point before she could make a move at fulfilling her fantasy.
John guided Tammy around until her back was to him, and then he pressed her down until she was on her knees before him, legs parted, a gush of pussy cream dripping down her inner thighs. He knelt at Tammy's side and guided her body forward until she was supporting herself with her arms as well.
On all fours now, Tammy watched him move out of sight behind her, then turned her gaze toward the dark surf ahead before her, the sharp line of the horizon beyond marked by an abrupt border of spangling stars against the pitch black of the sea.
She felt movement at her back. Here it comes, she thought. Oh, god, here it comes. Here he comes!
But instead of a hard male cock against the dripping portal of her cunt, Tammy felt the sudden and more delicious pressure of a tongue there.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, her hips wriggling instinctively to increase the teasing pressure. "Ahhh!" she gasped suddenly, as her movement caused a quick swipe of tongue against the rock hard bud of her clit itself!
Tammy nearly screamed at the abrupt, absolutely delicious sensation! But that was nothing compared to what came next.
Tammy came close to actual tears of delight as she felt the young man's mouth open wide to cover her little pussy slit in its entirety-and then she felt him begin to suck!
"Awww, yeah!" Tammy cried, the pressure within her now nearly excruciating in its intensity.
He was sucking her, and even in the blindness of passion Tammy knew why.
He wants the grape, her mind echoed out to her. He's sucking that grape back out of my pussy. He's going to suck it out and eat it and I'm going to CUM like crazy when he does it.
And that is exactly what happened.
There was a small popping sound, that Tammy could somehow hear over the roar of surf-or perhaps she only felt it, and in her highly aroused state her overloaded senses were becoming confused. Either way, Tammy felt an incredible orgasm rushing into her belly. She felt a scream coming up from within her as the sensation rose, and at that very instant Tammy felt the unmistakable sensation of a huge, hard, male cock ramming abruptly up inside her already spasming young cunt.
Tammy's sweet pussy locked down on the huge invading shaft like a powerful fist, and she let out a scream of passion like she'd never uttered before.
Her scream echoed up and down the beach, challenging even the loud roaring of the surf and startling the night birds in the jungle behind.
She had no idea how long it lasted, but finally Tammy felt her young man fucking her there in the sand, breaking her scream down into abrupt, staccato cries at each hard, pounding thrust of that huge, hard rod up inside her, the head of that wonderful, incredible cock touching what felt like her very core at each deep stab.
Tammy's orgasms erupted over and over, one piling onto the next until she could not distinguish one from another. She felt her whole body coming apart, it seemed.
Her arms gave way at one point and her face fell into the sand, still warm from the day's fierce heat, and she chewed a mouthful uncaringly before screaming it back out again as yet another gut-wrenching orgasm coursed through her passion-racked body.
Her short blonde hair flew as she tossed her head from side to side like a maniac, tears of joy running from her eyes as the orgasms went on and on, Somehow she survived until it was time for her young man to give way to passions of his own, and the super-heated gush of what felt like a gallon of spurting sperm shot the length of Tammy's cunt channel to bathe her trembling insides with its hot cream.
That triggered an orgasm within Tammy that put all those that had come before to shame. She beat her supporting knees against the sand like that drummer back in the casino bar beating the native rhythms from his skin covered drum, her fists spastically grabbing huge handfuls of the warm granules and her mouth pressing down into its pillowy depths as she gave out one final, choking shriek of delight, as if offering her thanks to the island itself, the place that had given her such ultimate and unforgettable pleasure.
Then, abruptly, there was nothing. Only the roar of the surf, the taste of the sand, the feel of the warm sea breeze across her naked back, and the loose wetness of her exhausted young cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tammy felt her body might actually melt, so intense was the sultry heat of the morning sun on the white, sandy beach. All the same she found it soothing after the equally intense fucking she'd gotten the night before from the hard, hungry cock of her handsome young dealer.
Now the little aches and small twinges she felt in the affected areas of her body were softening somewhat in the natural sauna of the resort's island beach. Every now and then a mini-spasm would ripple up from the deep channel of Tammy's cunt and she'd shiver deliciously in remembrance of the uncounted orgasms of a few hours ago. With each of these shivers Tammy could also feel a fresh seepage of moisture down there between her young thighs and she knew that her cunt was signaling its readiness to resume erotic activities at any time.
Tammy smiled to herself quietly as she snuggled her face down more closely against the sand cushioned beach towel already damp with her sweet perspiration.
As for her roommate, Tammy had no idea how her night had gone. Becky had not been anywhere around when Tammy had finally stumbled back to their room just a few hours before dawn and when Tammy awoke later that morning, Becky's bed still had not been slept in.
She must have had a night as good as mine, Tammy had thought amusedly. Though when she'd treated her body to a long, luxurious stretch and felt the wonderful litheness the night's activities had left her with, Tammy doubted that her friend's night could have been any better than her own. She felt like singing! And all because that gorgeous young man had fucked her out on the midnight beach three times!
So with Becky temporarily absent, Tammy had found herself on her own and had decided to devote the rest of the morning to nothing more strenuous than sunbathing.
She'd slipped into her tiny bikini, thinking as she tugged the tight fitting bottoms into place that she had lost the little black silk G-string Becky had lent her for her evening out. She smiled to herself. Perhaps Becky had been right after all to forego wearing any panties herself. And maybe on their next night out, Tammy would join her in going bare beneath her dress.
Tammy shook her head wonderingly at the progress she was making toward her friend's openness where matters sexual were concerned and she felt a clear sense of pride at the fact.
The heat was now becoming a bit oppressive, though, and she thought she could feel her back beginning to burn. So she reluctantly roused herself to climb up from her towel and head for a quick dip to cool herself down before adding another layer to the ripening tan on her body's front.
The water here was incredible, Tammy thought, smooth and silky, her body buoyant in its liquid embrace. She loved the cool tickle of it as it slipped up the skin of her legs as she waded into its shallowness. Deliciously, it tickled upwards as she wadded farther in.
She paused when she'd reached a depth where the gentle wavelets brought the water almost, but not quite, to the level of the underside of her bikini bottoms. She was thinking once again of her dealer, her lover of last night, and the talented tongue that had driven her nearly insane with desire as she'd lain beneath its delicious attentions on the soft bed of night-cool beach sand after she'd been fucked there on her hands and knees moments before.
Tammy thought again of the young man's hot tongue as she anticipated the cooler tongue of the water that was about to lap for the first time that morning at the tender gates of her eager young snatch.
Tammy found herself once again wishing she were naked here on this public beach-as naked to the hot sun now as she had been to the cool night air then. What heaven! To swim and sunbathe as naked as the first woman on earth, taking a natural delight in her young body.
She wished the lips of her pussy were unclothed by the bikini that covered her down there now. She would have loved to feel the cool tickle of the lapping water upon her naked snatch instead of the slightly less direct seeping in of the water through the thin bottoms.
Tammy moved forward the few extra steps that brought the swells of the gentle surf into contact with her heated nether lips and she gasped sharply at the incredible feel of sea water against her most intimate flesh.
Right away, Tammy knew what she'd have to do. Her body was aching now. The small twinges in her so-recently-fucked cunt had suddenly increased into an unmistakable hunger for sex.
If Tammy had been anywhere near her hotel room, she'd have known what to do. She'd have headed there immediately, not even bothering to retrieve her towel and beach bag. She'd have left them where they lay and run to the privacy of her room, and there she'd have shucked off both sweat-dampened pieces of her bikini and jumped onto her bed. And seconds later, she would have had the fingers of one hand shoved up her aching cunt and the fingers of the other frigging madly at the nub of her tender, swollen clit.
But here on the beach Tammy's hotel room and bed were much to far away. Besides, a hotel maid was probably there now, straightening up and vacuuming. Or Becky might have returned finally, either to sleep away the excesses of her night out, or to drag Tammy off on another adventure. Either way, there would be no chance for Tammy to masturbate as she now so desperately needed to.
Fortunately, Tammy's mind was working very quickly these days, now that this tropic island vacation had opened her up to the many delicious possibilities of her own blossoming sexuality. The solution was suddenly clear. The beach was not crowded, and the water was certainly not. So why not simply wade farther out to where the water was to her shoulders. Then she could play with herself all she wanted with the blue sea masking her lascivious activities below.
Tammy smiled indulgently to herself, shaking her head at the way her practical student's mind was adapting itself to solving problems presented, not by some question of archeological research, but by the primitive demands of her young body.
She could feel a deeper, more slippery wetness now creeping forth within the confines of her bikini's crotch as the level of the cool waves crept upwards along her body as she waded slowly toward the blue horizon. There was no haste in her graceful stride. Once she had decided upon her plan to release herself in the embrace of the cool sea, her body allowed her to wait for the appropriate moment, knowing now that release was assuredly on its way.
A gentle wave crest now wetted the tips of Tammy's small bikini-clad breasts, bringing a delicious shiver up from deep inside her as she felt her nipples harden into an almost painful arousal. She could feel the small weight of twin peach-sized globes lift slightly in the buoyant salt water.
Tammy abruptly realized that this tropical sea had her smell, the smell that rose usually from her pussy whenever it became achingly wet for her boyfriend's cock or her own skillful fingers.
In a way it was like she was swimming in her own juices, actually afloat in a sea of her own femininity. Or perhaps a sea of femininity in general, the sweet musky female juices of thousands, millions of young women just like herself, ripe with the fluids of sex and sensuality and trembling at the edge of desire.
The fingers of Tammy's right hand were slipping down toward the crotch of her bikini bottoms almost before she knew it, feeling the seawater stirring into motion the short golden tendrils of her pubic hair.
God, she was hot! It was like the mouth of a volcano, bubbling and churning with a liquid flame that threatened to singe the fingers that trembled nearer and nearer to its source.
Then Tammy's mind clouded as a rush of sensation enveloped her. Her sapphire eyes fluttered shut, her head tilted back upon the pillowy water and a small, low moan escaped her parted lips. She had slid a single finger into herself. It passed effortlessly inside her, lubricated by a welcoming gush of cunt syrup.
Time slipped away from Tammy as a thrilling rush of excitement rippled up through her body, demanding that her finger withdraw, then return to the deep-seated heart of herself. In and out, in and out, again and again and again until she felt she might scream, the sensation was so incredibly, indescribably delightful.
Then the fingers of her left hand slipped into the front of her bikini bottoms, moving instinctively to separate the soft folds of her pussy in order to expose the tender throbbing bud of Tammy's clit. The first and third fingers of this hand held those sweet lips apart as the middle finger of her other hand began a tantalizing flicking motion over her swollen love bud.
And now Tammy, standing upon the soft sand of the sea floor, water up to her neck, began to whine and whimper as her fingers began to drive her slowly and insistently up the long, lovely path toward orgasm.
It was approaching. It was close. It ... was ... here!
"Guh ... gluhb!" Tammy's mouth, opening in a wide "O" at the intensity of her imminent climax, suddenly filled with an inhaled breath of salty sea water. Instantly the crisis of approaching orgasm was replaced by the panic of drowning. The bottom! Where was the bottom?
Tammy thrashed about in the water like some wounded sea creature, gulping even more mouthfuls of the briny water. Somehow in the last mindless moments as she slid toward her self-induced orgasm, her knees drawing spasmodically upward as her body attempted to brace itself against the rush, she had apparently drifted out into deeper water.
Tammy was a pretty good swimmer, but she couldn't swim and cum at the same time, and the wave of orgasm her body had been so desperately craving had swelled far too high to hold back even at the risk of drowning.
Tammy floundered and splashed, drinking down more of the salty sea water. Soon she felt her vision going dark, lighted only by the sparking flares of the orgasm that even now insisted upon running its full course.
Everything went dark.
And then there was a face above her-a tanned face with a concerned expression changing gradually into a relieved smile as Tammy's eyes began to focus on his. Yes, the tanned face was that of a male. And she knew that face. But from where?
Then the cloud lifted. The lifeguard! The same tanned, blond, blue-eyed lifeguard she'd seen on her first day on the beach but had not noticed anywhere about when she'd come out this morning.
He'd saved her, she realized suddenly. And what happened next was pure instinct, triggered no doubt by the strange combination of having just nearly drowned-and having lost consciousness in the middle of an unfinished orgasm.
Tammy raised up suddenly and kissed the muscled young man square upon the lips. Then her arms were pulling her brave rescuer down on top of her, her hands struggling to relieve him of his wet swimsuit.
Her hands and his worked together then to tug away both parts of Tammy's swimsuit as well, and a second afterward Tammy felt the huge, hard cock of her savior slide effortlessly into the welcoming wetness of her hotly-aroused cunt.
Tammy hissed and whined like a cat on heat as she felt the young man sink deeply into her, the head of his rod finally nudging at her cervix at the very bottom of her slippery snatch channel.
The orgasm that not many moments before had been interrupted now began to rise up again, the muscles of her cunt locking down convulsively upon every inch of his impaling length.
A long, low, shuddering scream erupted from between her clinched teeth as Tammy felt once again the first excruciating spasms of her climax. She clutched onto her tanned, hard-muscled young lifeguard and rode him from underneath, thrusting her body upwards to meet each one of his powerful thrusts.
She drooled juices from both her mouths, wetting the young man's shoulder where she pressed her chin and drenching the long pole of his pistoning cock with gush after gush of cunt honey, her body wanting the delicious pounding never, never to stop.
How many inches did he possess? It seemed like a shaft a mile long was sliding in and out of her, playing her like a bow plays a violin, the slippery friction setting up a series of vibrations, the music swelling and trilling inside her, rippling her young body inside and out until she sang with deeper, more resonant tones than the mewling little squeals coming from her throat.
Still the young man fucked her on and on, time stopping for Tammy, until only this incredible, achingly wonderful instant remained. She felt her body would burst from the steadily increasing pressure.
Then there was a flash of light somewhere behind her eyes and Tammy felt herself bursting. Her orgasm had ripened to an unendurable pressure and was now beginning to burst through the barriers between her mind and body.
She screamed.
It was a cry of ecstasy reflecting an intensity the like of which she had never known. Once again, Tammy had reached yet another stage in her climb toward sexual maturity. Like her semipublic masturbation two nights before in the resort hotel's giant Jacuzzi, and the episode just last night on the deserted starlit beach with her adorable black jack dealer, Tammy was celebrating the onset of her true womanhood with an absolutely spectacular orgasm.
Ever since she'd arrived on the island, Tammy had been moving steadily, though at times unknowingly, toward that goal. But now the progressive steps of her climb were beginning to slip beneath her at an abruptly quickening pace.
From masturbating against the water jets of the shadowy grotto of a public hot-tub to fucking on the beach with a man she'd known only for a few hours was a huge step for a young woman of Tammy's limited sexual experience. But now Tammy lay beneath a complete stranger, giving up the most private, personal and sacred part of herself to someone to whom she had not even been introduced!
Yet there was no doubt whatsoever that to Tammy's young body her current activities were absolutely appropriate. Her womanhood, her cunt, her clit, her entire body had never felt so much alive. It was all natural, instinctively correct, and Tammy seemed to recognize this and accept it with a certainty which flowed from the center of her very soul.
On this particular step of her carnal development, however, there was to be no period of rest following its attainment. The next, much steeper step was to be scaled almost immediately.
Just as Tammy felt the rise in tension and quickening of thrust that clued her into the rapid approach of her young lover's own orgasm, she also became somewhat more aware of her surroundings.
Until that instant Tammy had not even thought about where her physical body might be, so delicious had been the impending sexual explosion within her mind. But now, as Tammy's initial climax began to gradually roll away from her, she noticed there was a roof above her instead of the bright sun of the open beach where she'd been nearly drowned. It appeared to be some kind of tin roof, supported by thin rafters of the same material.
Tammy glanced to her left and right and saw that the room was square and very small, not more than ten feet to a side. The walls were hung with an orderly array of life jackets, swim fins, plastic snorkels and rubber diving masks.
This must be the lifeguards' storage hut, thought Tammy. This must be where she had been was carried once the lifeguard had pulled her from the water. She had been brought here to be revived, and instead she had come to on her own and had dragged her rescuer down so she could fuck him. Amazing.
And then Tammy was startled see that she and her young lover were not alone in the hut. In fact, the small hut was almost crowded. Five other sun-browned young men stood around the pallet-an inflated life raft of some kind she realized-upon which she and the lifeguard had been, and still were, wildly fucking.
They're lifeguards too, thought Tammy. Two of these young men appeared to be native islanders and the remaining three could have been natives of her own home town back in the states, all three as blond as the boy who was still pounding his way toward orgasm inside Tammy's spasming young cunt.
All five of the young lifeguards were as athletically built as her current partner and Tammy's blue eyes sparkled with excitement as they drank in each tanned, rippling curve presented to her view over the heaving shoulder upon which her chin was still tightly braced.
Suddenly her young stud stiffened above her at the apex of a powerful down-thrust into the deepest part of Tammy's cunt channel. He gave an almost heart-rending cry, a gasping, groaning roar of triumph, pain, pleasure and ultimate resolution. He slid back his long shaft until only its velvety tip remained between those sugary sweet lips ... and then slammed his rod powerfully home.
It was like the down-plunging shaft of a dynamite charger! The instant the tip of that huge cock butted against the very deepest part of her belly, Tammy felt the first hot blast of the young man's cum splash into her there, and once again her body reacted the way mother nature had intended: she orgasmed sharply, with a scream that blended with the sweet cries of her lover and echoed around inside the small tin lifeguards' hut with the combined sound of human fulfillment.
What felt like a gallon of ball cream was squirting into Tammy belly, each delicious gush triggering a sympathetic convulsion within her own body so that both their orgasms erupted in near perfect harmony, making Tammy shiver and clutch at her young lover, her insides striving to extract each and every ounce of the precious male essence until nothing at all remained.
At last there was indeed nothing left for the young man to give, though for several moments more his long hard shaft continued to jerk and contract in dry spasms.
Soon, though, he was done and it was over.
At that point something besides the young lifeguard's spent cock moved within Tammy. It was her instincts again, pushing her forward toward the next higher step of her sexual awakening.
As the now-exhausted young man slid out of her and knelt back away between Tammy's still wide-spread thighs Tammy murmured a single fortune.
Then, of course, all he could think about was the way that tightly embracing, wet sheath was tugging and sucking at him, almost as if it were a mouth down there that was sucking him.
Tammy heard herself purr with delight as she pulled the young man's big rod into her with an insistent press of both her hands, cupped against the smooth cheeks of his naked butt.
Then it was the dance that Tammy was becoming quickly accustomed to: Upthrusting hungry cunt against downthrusting hard cock. Soon after that point the couple's climaxes began to build, and Tammy had managed three screamingly wonderful orgasms by the time the second lifeguard had gushed out the juice of his young balls with a cry nearly as raucous as her own.
Tammy's third lover of the morning slipped into place without the necessity of an invitation. This was one of the three American-looking blonds. The cock of this twenty-year-old was not as large as either of his predecessors, but in performance he proved to be the most experienced of the three.
He screwed Tammy for nearly half an hour until she was nearly beside herself with pleasure. She was screaming and scratching at the young man's back, her teeth bared and her eyes wild by the time he finally allowed himself to erupt within her.
And what this young man lacked in size was more than balanced by the immense productivity word that, though uttered quietly, was as loud as a shout to the ears of the five lifeguards who remained standing in a small circle around her. The word she spoke was the word ... "More."
None of the young men moved. Even the exhausted lifeguard who was still kneeling there between her legs remained silent and motionless.
Tammy sensed the young men's confusion and she spoke again. "I ... want to thank you. You saved my life. All of you did. I ... want to thank all of you."
Now realization dawned in the eyes of the five standing lifeguards. A subtle shift of Tammy's legs, spreading them a bit more widely apart than they already were, made her intent unmistakably clear. She wanted to "thank" them all-by fucking them all.
But still none of them moved. So Tammy made very deliberate eye contact with the young man standing to her left. He was one of the darkly tanned island boys, the one who looked to be the shyest and the youngest, a big young man of nineteen.
"Come here," she said quietly with a welcoming smile.
And that was how it started. In no time, the kneeling, drained blond that she had been first to "thank" for her rescue had moved aside so that the shy young islander could take his place. Tammy had peeled away this dark-haired, handsome lifeguard's brief swimsuit and had guided his well-sized cock into her slippery, cum-soaked depths before he knew what to think of his good of his balls. Somehow amidst Tammy's delirium of delight some female accountant within her brain counted more than ten charges of hot semen shot into her!
Again she cried and writhed, squealed and screamed. And still Tammy's cunt was not satisfied.
The two remaining lifeguards moved in to take the place of the most recently exhausted young stud. These, she was surprised to learn, were brothers, aged twenty and twenty-one, who were working together at the resort for a year's break before returning to their respective colleges in the fall.
These two worked Tammy simultaneously, one settling in between her legs and plugging into her cream-filled young cunt while the other contented himself temporarily with Tammy's equally welcoming mouth.
Before the three were finished, the two brothers had switched places twice, until the first one finally allowed himself to come inside Tammy's softly sucking lower mouth. Brother number two, who had meanwhile been pacifying Tammy's other lips, then followed his sibling home into Tammy's honey and cream drenched cunt, firing off a salvo of cum that filled the young woman to overflowing down there, leaving her approaching a state of real exhaustion.
The second brother having relinquished Tammy's cunt to stagger weakly away, there remained only the second native boy for her to service. This fifth lover was by far the most energetic, moving to flip Tammy over on her belly so that he could shove his sizable cock into her cunt from behind.
Tammy hissed and groaned as she felt him slide home, stretching both her width and her depth with his long, thick shaft. Then he proceeded to fuck powerfully in and out of her until she was once more screaming into orgasm.
Tammy came a full three more times before this last stud gave in at last and shot her already sperm-packed cunt to overflowing with his precious essence. And when she felt the fierce pulsing of those powerful spurts, Tammy arched upwards, lifting the weight of the young man pressed tightly to her back, and let out one final long-trailing cry of release as her orgasm shook her, leaving her collapsed and panting upon the air-filled cushion upon which she fell.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bubbling waters of the hot-tub rippled caressingly against the tender and recently well used membranes of Tammy's pussy. Even through the covering of her bikini bottoms the soothing, liquid heat had managed to transform the not unpleasant little aches and twinges she felt down there to the steadily glowing radiance of a healthily exercised young cunt.
As she sat upon the underwater ledge in one of the tub's secluded grottoes with Becky again at her side, Tammy's body felt more alive, more knowing, more centered than at any time in her nineteen years.
She still felt aroused. Just as she'd been in an electric state of desire since first setting foot on the island, Tammy was feeling again the shivery low hum that radiated out from the center of her belly and she suspected that sensation might never leave her.
Tammy wriggled slightly against the plastic ledge, the nearest underwater jet nudging tonight against the underside of her left buttock instead of at her crotch. A bit later she might give in to the urge to shift slightly to the side so that the jet centered in delightfully on her cunt and clit, but for now she wanted to relax, enjoy the moment, and think about her vacation so far.
Tammy settled more comfortably in her seat and laid her head back, her eyes closed, but instead of darkness there behind her lids Tammy saw again the events of the morning. In her mind the five young men from the lifeguard hut were approaching her from all angles, five hard cocks, dripping with the juice of their excitement, coming at her every opening.
Although her rear opening had been spared in reality, this was not the case in her daydream. That tiny orifice as well was now taking on its share of stiff male attention. Pink male poles of flesh were everywhere-in her mouth, her cunt, her behind. Even her hands were occupied in drawing forth the ocean of sweet ball cream that was being offered to her. A veritable kaleidoscope of young men spun around her, stiff strong shafts of pleasure which her body craved, caught and subdued as naturally as the first woman on earth must have conquered the initial erection of her very first male.
A shiver rippled up from inside her that almost made her moan with pleasure at the memory. Then the swirl of young beach boys from the lifeguard shack were swept away and Tammy saw herself kneeling down on all fours on the starlit beach of the previous evening, being fucked aggressively from behind by her handsome young dealer.
She heard again in her mind the screams and howls of primitive, delirious, nearly unbearable pleasure with which she had filled the night, her ecstatic cries competing with the roar of the nearby surf.
Now the muscles of Tammy's behind did indeed flex and shift, moving herself gradually over on the pressure of the water jet until the teasing little geyser was nearly centered below her bikini covered snatch. Before the jet had made its first tentative kiss against her stiffening clit, however, Tammy was startled from her delicious revelry by a tap on her bare shoulder.
The nudge was from Becky, whom Tammy had nearly forgotten, seated on the ledge beside her. Tammy opened her eyes, caught Becky's mischievously amused expression and followed her gaze to seek out the source of her friend's amusement.
Across the hot-tub, in the dimly-lit shadows of another of the small steamy grottoes, Tammy saw her friends Debbie Jacobs and Candy Wilkins drifting shoulder deep in the mist shrouded, bubbling waters.
Just as she and Becky had seen them on the night of their arrival, the two seemed very cozy in there-and very close. The kissing had begun again as well, two sets of female lips nibbling and teasing at each other's earlobes, mouths and bare shoulders. There seemed to be some tickling going on too, somewhere down there under the bubbling froth, because now and again one or the other of the two would jerk upwards from the water like they had been goosed, pushing away with a small, giggling cry of delight.
Like the first time Tammy had watched these two playing their underwater games together, she again found something strangely exciting about observing her friends in such an intimate moment and again she found herself wondering if such amusements might have been carried on in other periods of privacy. Like in the dorm room Debbie and Candy shared back on campus, perhaps?
Tammy was getting a bit more worked up now and she completed her move over onto the pulsing spurt of the water jet below. The nudge of the pressure as it homed in on her erect and trembling clit sent a thrill up through her body that initiated an audible grunt of pleasure deep in her throat.
Beside her, Becky noticed the sound, turned toward her friend and smiled. Then she closed her eyes as Tammy had, and gave herself over to the enjoyment of the teasing tickle of the jet she herself was seated upon.
Tammy suddenly recognized the approach of her first orgasm of the evening. Her face screwed itself up as if she were anticipating the onset of a great and necessary pain. Then the onrush of a powerful wave of delight swept across her and she bit her lip and whimpered like a kitten as her body throbbed and shivered its way toward nirvana.
An equally audible mewling cry from Becky caused Tammy to open her eyes and turn in time to observe her friend as Becky's water jet induced orgasm flashed upon her as well. The girl was wriggling and jerking like a snake and she danced as convulsed beneath the water.
Though the two girls were seated far away from any of the hot-tub's underwater lights, Tammy could just make out the shadowy shape of her friend's lower body beneath the bubbling surface of the water, the parted bare knees, the dark patch that was Becky's bikini bottom.
But something wasn't quite right down there. An instant later Tammy knew what that something was. Becky's swimsuit bottom was a bit farther forward on the seat than it should have been.
And just as suddenly Tammy understood why this was so. Becky had surreptitiously wriggled her brief bikini bottom down off her trim behind so that her then naked pussy and clit would have direct contact with the tingling gush of the water jet!
The thrill of this revelation of her friend's unabashed behavior sent a second series of rushing thrills up through Tammy's cunt, pushing her through a second orgasm. This time Tammy's climax and Becky's were simultaneous, and the eyes of the two friends locked together as they fought in tandem to hold back their cries of passionate delight.
As the labored breathing of the two girls finally began to quiet after this second attainment of climactic release, Tammy found herself sharing comfortable laughter with her friend.
Tammy understood herself to be growing ever more at ease with her own open and honest sexuality. She and Becky were simply two friends, two vibrant young women, celebrating and enjoying the natural hungers of their healthy young bodies.
Tammy felt as if she had never been more at peace with her body as she was at that very moment. Nothing could be more wonderful than her own femininity and the potential for delight that nature had built into its design.
Nothing seemed more natural on this night than to go on and on arousing and satisfying these instinctive sexual cravings, cycling again and again through the ritual of self-induced passion. Tammy felt as if she could go on masturbating like this forever, or at least until her body told her enough was enough and finally allowed her to drift off to sleep where she sat.
Perhaps that is exactly how the evening would in fact have turned out if Becky had not tapped Tammy on the shoulder for the second time that evening, drawing Tammy's attention away from the delightful pleasures of her own body and again focusing in on their two friends at the other side of the hot-tub.
Tammy's eye fluttered open, saw where Becky was directing her, and watched as Candy Wilkins and Debbie Jacobs waded over to the nearest underwater steps leading out of the tub and began to climb up into the embracing humidity of the warm night air.
Dripping and sleek as two young seals, the girls stepped up onto the ledge of the tub and fished about in a group of lounge chairs nearby for the towels and beach bags they had left there. Not bothering to towel off, the two simply threw their towels over their shoulders and, beach bags in hand, scampered off in the direction of their wing of the hotel complex, their taut little bikinied behinds wiggling in time with of their quick steps.
Becky was grinning mischievously as Tammy's gaze returned to meet her own. "What do you want to bet they're off to do?"
Becky's suggestion was an echo of Tammy's own suspicions of a few moments earlier, but before Tammy could offer any reply Becky was wriggling about in her seat, undoubtedly trying to tug her swimsuit bottoms back into their normal position. "Come on," she said, pulling Tammy up as well.
Not knowing quite what Becky had in mind, Tammy moved to follow her friend up and out of the hot-tub's steamy embrace. The two gathered up their own towels and bags and Becky led Tammy up the path taken by their friends.
The flagstones that lined the pathway were warm to Tammy's bare feet, the sultry night air rich with the intoxicating scent of the lush tropical flowers bordering each side.
A few moments later as Becky led her friend silently on tip-toe through the thick jungle shrubbery that crowded close to the patio outside Candy and Debbie's ground floor room, Tammy knew without a doubt what Becky was up to.
There was a small gap at the left side of the big sliding glass patio door where the inside curtain failed to meet the wall. Through that little half-inch wide gap she and Becky would be able to observe whatever was about to take place within their friends' room.
As this realization hit home, Tammy grabbed hold of Becky's arm, shaking her head at her friend's questioning glance back at her. This wasn't right, spying on their friends like this, Tammy's expression said disapprovingly.
But Becky simply rolled her eyes in response, grinned, and again tugged Tammy quietly forward in the direction of the dim light coming from the curtain gap in front of them. She reached the glass door, knelt there at the edge of the patio, and then pulled Tammy down beside her.
Together, Becky eagerly and Tammy still a bit reluctantly, the two peered through the lighted gap and into the hotel room beyond. What Tammy saw there made her breath catch in her throat.
Candy Wilkins had removed her blue bikini swimsuit top and was standing barefoot at the center of the room between the two double beds and Debbie Jacobs was standing there also, sucking and nibbling at one of Candy's pert, pointed little breasts!
So it was true! Her suspicions had been correct! Debbie and Candy were indeed lesbians!
Tammy was absolutely astounded. But Becky only giggled, quickly covering her mouth with her hand to muffle any sounds the two girls inside the room might hear.
There was little chance of that happening, thought Tammy. Candy Wilkins was much too caught up in the delicious teasing of Debbie's mouth at the small strawberry red nipple it was at work on. And as for Debbie, she seemed in a world of her own as well, her complete attention devoted to the flavor and texture of that small sweet fruit. She was sucking and munching at her friend's nipple for all she was worth, like a baby hungrily attempting to draw forth sustenance from its mother.
"God, she's going to suck that thing right off if she's not careful," whispered Becky.
Tammy had almost forgotten her friend was there. "We should leave," said Tammy in reply.
"What?" hissed Becky. "Why? Are you afraid you might see Candy when she comes or something?" The small brown-haired girl gave Tammy a wicked grin. "After all, you've seen me come in the hot-tub already, and I've see you get off, too. So why be such a prude?"
Becky's grin erupted into a giggle again, which she again smothered with her hand. "I've seen you getting that precious pussy of yours fucked as well." Tammy started at this, tearing her eyes away from the couple inside the room and looking to her friend for an explanation of this remark. Becky batted her eyes innocently. "You know ... on the beach."
Tammy's eyes went wide with shock. "You ... you were there?"
"Yep! I picked up this croupier from the casino. He was on a one-hour break from one of the roulette tables, and we took a stroll down the beach. We saw you come out of the trees with that cute guy I'd seen follow you out of the casino earlier. I was going to walk up and say "Hi," but the next thing I knew you were out of your cocktail dress and down on all fours naked and getting your pussy pounded from behind!"
Becky laughed again in wonder. "You two looked like you were absolutely in heaven! I sure wasn't going to interrupt a hot thing like that. So don't be so uptight, Miss Tammy Bedford! I've seen you come on those water-jets in the hotel hot-tub, and I've seen you come with a man's cock shoved up inside you. There's no reason to feel shy about it. And there's no reason to be shy about watching it happen to anybody else."
Tammy didn't know what to say to this. But she didn't get an opportunity to say anything either, because at that exact moment there was a startling sound from inside the room. It was a sharp cry, the cry of a young female in ecstasy.
Somehow, in the short time Becky had taken Tammy's attention away from the curtain crack, relating the surprising story of her earlier voyeurism, positions within the room had undergone a radical change.
Now as Tammy peered through the lighted crack into the hotel bedroom, she saw Candy Wilkins lying upon the spread of one of the matching double beds. The petite, brown-haired girl was completely naked now, the bottom of her bikini bathing suit having apparently been removed some time in the interim. Her small behind was resting near the edge of the bed's foot, her knees up, wide and parted, and her feet braced up on the bed's edge as well.
There she lay, a luscious vision of young womanhood, her legs parted in obvious invitation to her female lover, who knelt between her open thighs. This was Debbie Jacobs, of course, recognizable now only from her fiery mop of red curls-that was the only feature of Debbie that was visible as her head was buried face down at the juncture of the sweetly spread thighs of her cute roommate.
Apparently the cry Tammy and Becky had heard through the closed patio door had been the one Candy had uttered as her friend pressed the night's first direct kiss upon the lips of the girl's aroused cunt.
Debbie was still dressed in her bikini, top and bottom, and her position, kneeling at the foot of Candy's bed, made the cheeks of her womanly behind swell prominently beneath the skin-tight nylon. There was a lush womanliness as well to her full breasts as they hung ripe and rich in the twin hammocks of the bikini top, threatening at any moment to burst forth from their nylon confines and expose themselves in all their glory.
"Hmmmmph!" Candy cried once again as the red-haired girl between her legs apparently hit the same sensitive spot as before.
Tammy couldn't believe she and Becky were watching this, shamelessly kneeling at the crack of their friends' window curtain, watching such a private moment. Yet she found her own tongue slipping forward between her lips, as if it were she that was licking and sucking at Candy's wet pussy crack. As if it were she that was initiating the growing cries of building pleasure in her young friend.
What would another girl taste like? Tammy wondered to herself. She remembered again how she had on occasion sampled the flavor of her own tender cunt. Like that first time by accident after a youthful session of masturbating in her bedroom back home.
She'd spent a blissful afternoon of wriggling in her bed under the ministrations of her fingers and then, when she had at last lapsed into an exhausted calm after countless deliciously wicked orgasms by her own hands, somehow those hands had thoughtlessly ventured up toward her other set of lips. Before she'd known what was happening, she'd slipped own pussy-wetted finger between those lips and given it a careless swipe of her tongue.
Tammy had found the taste of her own cunt sweet, though indescribably so. Not honey, not sugar, but more of a musky, almost cinnamon flavor. She'd licked and sucked at her fingers a full ten minutes, probably, before she'd finally jerked her hand away.
She had been confused and a bit ashamed of herself for doing something so nasty as tasting the juices of her own orgasms, but a part of her was sorry that she'd been so inhibited in her enjoyment.
And some time later, when she'd moved on in her sexual development from solitary masturbation to sharing her bed and her body with the first young man in her life, there had been her second occasion of sampling the flavor of her own cunt.
She'd just finished a fantastic fuck and was lying next to her man, both young lovers panting and sweating in the aftermath of their mutual explosion, when her boyfriend had rolled slowly around to present his cum-drenched but not quite satiated young cock to her.
It was obvious to Tammy that the young man desired that she reawaken his somewhat wilted rod for a follow-up fucking session. She eagerly obliged, her own well-screwed young cunt still craving a few more thrusts of that once-hard organ. And the incredible combined flavor of her man's ball juice, blended with the cunt cream that had sprayed from her snatch a few moments before was a taste sensation that Tammy had never forgotten.
In fact, from that moment on, when she had sucked and lapped her boyfriend's cum-slippery cock back into erection, the flavor of cock dipped in cunt was something she'd continued to savor, looking forward to such opportunities whenever they came along. And though she nearly always felt a bit ashamed of herself at the strangeness of her appetite in this direction, she couldn't resist indulging in it.
So now, as she knelt by her roommate's side on the flagstone patio outside Candy and Debbie's hotel room in the sultry island darkness, eyes bent toward the narrow curtain crevice so that she could observe the lesbian activities being played out inside that room, this special forbidden desire for the taste of pussy was once again reawakened in Tammy.
She could readily sense the growing arousal deep within her belly, the hot female wetness making itself known beneath the tight-pressing fabric at the crotch of her bikini bottoms.
Within the room, Tammy saw the head of Debbie Jacobs begin to move in a small, gentle circular motion between the legs of the girl she was eating. And soon this slow rotation of face against cunt was reflected by a similar movement of Candy Wilkins's head. It rolled and tossed against the white satin pillow, her brown hair fanning and tossing in its wake.
Candy's eyes were tightly closed, but her tight little mouth was open wide. She was moaning constantly now, a small whine, punctuated now and again by a harsh gasping cry which Tammy supposed was in response to Debbie's tongue hitting on a particularly sensitive portion of the redhead's cunt.
That's when Debbie's tongue hits her clit, thought Tammy. She was now entirely fixed upon what was happening between the two girls before her.
When would Candy begin to come? she wondered. Would the girl cry out more loudly than she was now? Or was Candy one of those quiet gals who experience even the most violent of orgasms in near silence, shaking and gasping and convulsing noiselessly.
That particular question was answered in almost the very next instant as Tammy saw Candy suddenly stiffen against the bed. She inhaled a long, deep, shuddering breath, her back arching abruptly to form a bridge of flesh and straining young muscle. Her eyes flew open, suddenly staring upward in a mixture of frightened panic and awe at what she felt approaching her.
Then, after holding that pose for several long seconds, the girl began to jerk with the first sweet convulsions of a truly devastating orgasm.
There was a shriek the like of which Tammy had never heard, and then Candy's body began to whip about like that of a madwoman, bucking and writhing as she orgasmed again and again against the sweetly sucking mouth of her pretty young roommate.
As for Debbie, she rode the girl for all she was worth, apparently determined to ride out her friend's climax to its very end, even if it meant risking a broken neck. And Tammy felt there might actually be some danger of that occurring, so fiercely were Candy's straining thighs pressing the sides of her lover's head.
Candy's orgasm continued on and on for several minutes as Tammy and Becky continued to kneel there watching from outside the window. In fact, Tammy began to suspect that more than just one single orgasm was involved. From the way Candy's young body was whipping about, her shrieks continuing as each successive earthquake convulsion rippled through her from head to toe, the girl must have had at least six pure spine-stretchers before she began to come down.
But come down she did at last. There were tears of exhausted awe in those sapphire blue eyes now, and the girl who had been licking her began kissing her way upwards across her belly button and small breasts to finally arrive at Candy's gasping mouth.
Debbie's mouth pressed now to Candy's and the two girls cuddled and kissed passionately, demonstrating to Tammy that the sexual activities of these two for the evening had only just begun.
A small gasp from her left drew Tammy's attention suddenly, and she shifted her gaze to the sound's source. It was Becky, still kneeling on the smooth, warm flagstones at Tammy's side, but now the girl's right hand was buried inside the front of her bikini bottoms, the fingers there flicking and frigging away at her excited clit.
Tammy watched in fascination as her friend, eyes pressed shut just as Candy's had been at the approach of her own orgasm, began to shiver and shake as the first wave of her own self-induced climax began to break over her.
Becky's mouth was tightly shut, her upper lip curled between her clenched teeth in an effort to keep quiet as she began to come, but Tammy judged instantly that her efforts would be unsuccessful. The orgasm was going to be too intense for silence.
So, almost without a conscious thought about what she was doing, Tammy slipped her right hand over the mouth of her friend, cupping it tightly, just as a high, kittenish cry of female ecstasy began to issue from Becky's throat.
Then the girl was shaking and trembling, Tammy gathering her into the curl of her free left arm to support her friend as Becky nearly collapsed against the flagstones. Goose bumps spread across Becky's body. Tammy could feel them raising upon the girl's shoulders. She could see them along the smooth surface of the girl's palpitating belly and down her straining thighs.
And through it all, Tammy held onto her friend, somehow once again sensing a transformation somewhere deep within herself. Again, as it had occurred so many times now in her short stay upon this island, Tammy knew that somehow this night she had become a different young woman.
But there was an even more striking development. Tammy suddenly realized that she was not at all alarmed by these changes her mind and body were going through.
The thought made her smile. And she found herself wondering, in excited anticipation, just what other changes awaited her during her wonderful island vacation.
CHAPTER NINE
Having lunch with Candy and Debbie the day after she had watched the two of them making lesbian love in their hotel room was one of the toughest things Tammy had ever attempted.
Keeping up the small-talk, laughing over her two friends' stories of having gambled together in the hotel casino, picked up a couple of young guys and let them take them back to their respective rooms for separate nights of passion, it was all Tammy could do to maintain an appearance of amused attention.
Because through it all the only thing Tammy could think about was the image of Candy laying naked on her bed, being licked and sucked by her roommate Debbie until she was squirming and screaming with delight.
And then of course the situation had been reversed. After Candy had shuddered and writhed through several wild climaxes, it had been Debbie's turn to wriggle her way to heaven, under the busy tongue and lips of Candy. Tammy had thought Debbie would lose her mind completely when that first orgasmic wave had broken over her.
The sound alone of that first anguished cry of hers had been nearly enough to trigger a simultaneous orgasm in Tammy herself, even without the touch of her own fingers to the trembling lips beneath her damp bikini bottoms.
Tammy and Becky had knelt outside their friends' patio door for nearly an hour watching the entertaining activities within. By the time Debbie and Candy had exhausted their lust, at least for the moment, both Tammy and Becky had come about three times each. When Debbie had reached a weary hand for the bedside light switch and so brought down the curtain on their little show, it had been all the two voyeurs could do to raise up quietly on stiffened knees and stagger off into the night.
Both girls had been as totally worn out as if they themselves had spent the evening in an ardent lover's embrace, male or female. They'd barely made it back to their room and tumbled into their separate beds before they'd fallen into a dead sleep.
Tammy had not even bothered removing her swimsuit, but she had retained enough of her senses to notice her friend as she unhooked and tossed away her own top and tugged down her tiny bottoms to add them to the little heap as well. She's pretty, thought Tammy sleepily, hardly aware of the possibly disturbing ramifications of such observations. Her bottom is really cute the way it wiggles when she moves. Those little breasts sort of jiggle too, she thought, watching the girl collapse naked into bed, almost instantly asleep. She has round nipples, like cherries.
Then Tammy had sunk into slumber herself, to dream of pink men's cockheads that somehow transformed themselves into those same ripe red cherries and of gushing cock-cream splashing down upon her waiting open mouth, its milky whiteness changed to the clear sweetness of female pussy cream as it landed upon the her tongue.
Dreams that Tammy had not remembered at all the next morning.
Now, as Tammy, Becky, Debbie and Candy sat together around a big table having lunch in the hotel restaurant a little after one o'clock, Tammy listened to her three friends chat as she thought about the night before, and about the fantastic morning she and Becky had shared.
It had started with a quick breakfast of tropical fruit Becky had ordered from room service. Big, juicy ripe mangos and pineapple dusted with grated fresh coconut that reminded Tammy of her dinner a while back with her handsome young black jack dealer ... and the delicious on-the-beach fuck that had followed. She decided she'd have to check out the casino again that to see if John was on duty. Maybe she'd pick him up on his dinner break for another little "walk" on the beach.
After their quick in-room breakfast, Tammy and Becky had gone snorkeling on the small section of coral reef that was just within swimming distance of one of the other beaches.
All morning long Tammy had reveled in a colorful wonderland of busy sea life. Thousands of fish of all sizes, in an impossible variety of colors, swarmed about her as she swam and drifted.
Tammy had been especially amused at the way one particular variety of black-and-yellow striped fish seemed attracted to the crotch of her bathing suit. Every few minutes she would feel a teasing nibble down there between her legs and, sure enough, there one of those darlings would be, nipping lightly at her cunt through the tight fitting latex.
Must be boy fish, thought Tammy, a small laugh sending a flurry of bubbles up past the submerged lens of her diving mask. Then she had remembered watching Candy and Debbie nibbling and licking at each other's wet pussy lips a few hours before and thought, no, those fish might be female after all.
Tammy had brushed these colorful underwater pussy nibblers lightly away from between her thighs at first, but had finally given in under their prolonged persistence, especially after one of the small creatures had made a sharp nip at her suit covered clit. She'd squeaked into her snorkel at this direct attack, the small cry sounding muffled and odd in her water-filled ears.
Now, as she sat there at lunch, Tammy found herself giggling once again at the remembrance of those amusing creatures. Then she looked up suddenly to see if any of her friends had noticed her laugh and were wondering about its source.
But the three girls were on to another subject entirely, that of the strange absence of the fifth member of their party, Mary Beth Carlisle, who none of the girls could remember seeing since the night of their arrival on the island.
In the case of any other young woman the girls might have been a bit worried, but not with Mary Beth. The black-eyed, raven-haired beauty in question was known all around campus as a loner, which left her fellow students with the impression that the girl was a bit of a snob. Her family had money, of course, but so did many of the other girls at New Edington, certainly not the least expensive university in the state.
For whatever reason, privacy was something that Mary Beth Carlisle apparently cherished. There had been a boy friend or two from time to time, the girls were aware, but Mary Beth had never flaunted one of them around the dorm.
And Mary Beth was the only one on the trip to have a hotel room all to herself, fitting with her character as a lone wolf, so it had taken a few days of her remaining out of sight for the other girls' curiosity to become aroused.
Now it was the talk of the lunch table. As Tammy tuned back in to the conversation, she found the general consensus was that Mary Beth must have found herself a good-looking guy and shacked up for the week in the air-conditioned comfort of her private room.
Soon it was decided that the girls go immediately to their absent sister's room to check out the situation first hand. So, lunch finished, the four girls headed out of the restaurant giggling and laughing into the bright tropical mid-day sunshine, a fresh patina of sweat breaking out almost instantly as their mostly bare young bodies met the day's sultry heat.
The girls trotted along the covered walkway past the pool and hot-tub area, and then up the outside stairway to the hotel's second floor. Mary Beth's hotel room was the fifth door along.
The four young women planted themselves before the door, struggling to stifle their giggling as they fixed looks of purposeful concern upon their faces. Each was hoping they were about to surprise Mary Beth with a stud in her bed.
It was Becky who gave the authoritative knock. For a moment there was no response from within, and Becky was just on the point of knocking again when she heard the door latch begin to turn. The door opened a crack, barely enough to permit a startled-looking Mary Beth Carlisle to peer out at the gathered girls. Mary Beth's eyes widened as she saw her sister students standing on her doorstep.
"Oh!" said Mary Beth. "I ... I can't come out right now, I...." Before the girl could continue with her explanation, a smooth, low female voice from behind her interrupted.
"Mary?" the voice asked. "Who is it?"
Mary Beth turned to whisper over her shoulder. "It's ... my friends. The ones I flew down with from school. The ones I told you about."
"Wonderful!" purred the unseen voice from the dimly lit room behind her. "Why don't you invite them in, darling. I'd love to meet them."
Mary Beth didn't seem to be able to decide whether to do this for a moment. Then she opened the door wide, standing back to allow her friends to enter.
What Tammy saw within the room made her breath quicken suddenly and made her heart do a quiet little flip-flop within her chest. A tall, beautiful young woman of about twenty-two sat at the foot of one of the room's two double beds, the one which remained neatly made, as opposed to the other in which Mary Beth seemed to have been sleeping.
The woman was tall. Even seated, she appeared a full three inches taller than Tammy's five-foot-two. And she was beautiful, with a trim, small-breasted, narrow-hipped figure that seemed perfectly symmetric. Short-cropped brown hair the color of fine polished mahogany shimmered in what Tammy was surprised to discover was candlelight.
But the most attractive feature this young woman possessed were the twin lights of her glittering emerald green eyes, a shade even deeper and richer than those of Debbie Jacobs, who stood now at Tammy's shoulder, transfixed like the rest of them as they watched the young woman who was now rising to greet them.
There was something cat-like in the easy grace with which the woman came to her feet. She was dressed in an expensive-looking silk wrap-around skirt of creamy white, and her smallish breasts thrust carelessly forward beneath a matching sleeveless blouse of the same sheer material.
As it happened, the light from one of the candles shone through this garment for an instant as the woman rose and turned Tammy's way, and she could see a quick glimpse of the woman's figure that revealed her to be naked beneath her thin garments. The points of the two pert nipples looked sharp enough to damage a careless hand, and there was a shadow at the draped juncture of her trim thighs that suggested a soft puff of unconfined pubic fur.
The woman fairly exuded sexuality, and Tammy was feeling it in force as the woman walked easily her way. A smile as warm as the tropical air outside spread across the woman's face as her eyes swept across the faces of each of the four girls standing there on the doorstep. But when those eyes met Tammy's finally the smile seemed to actually burst, almost blinding the girl with its intense light.
Tammy felt herself go suddenly wet down inside her white cotton shorts, her nipples harden to painfully taut nubs beneath her thin blue T-shirt. The points would be prominent through the thin cotton, and Tammy was certain the woman could see them.
Oddly, Tammy didn't care. She realized with a thrilling rush of excitement that she wanted this woman to see her arousal, to note the stiffening of her pink nipples, even to know somehow that she had gone all hot and slippery between her legs.
Tammy wanted this woman to know for sure and certain that her nineteen-year-old body was in a sudden heat for her, that she wanted nothing more than for this woman to drop down to her knees right then and there and press those delicious-looking red lips to the dripping wet opening of her aching cunt.
The woman approached, walking right up to Tammy and taking her trembling hand in one of her own. "Hello," the woman said, her voice even richer in Tammy's ears at this closer proximity. "My name is Sabine. Sabine Porter. And you must be Tammy Bedford."
"Yes, I am. How did you...?" Tammy faltered. The woman's voice fairly vibrated through her, echoing again in Tammy's head her vision of the woman naked and kneeling down before her to suck and drink at the eager mouth of her pussy.
"Mary Beth has spoken of you to me. Of all of you," she added, taking in the other three girls. "She described you all quite accurately, but you are each even more attractive than she said."
Sabine Porter's emerald eyes swept over the four girls in obvious appreciation. Not that there was anything lascivious in her expression. It was more the look of an expert appraiser of fine art scanning appreciatively a collection of newly discovered works of a renowned master.
The woman took each of the girls by the hand in turn, guessed their names unerringly, and offered each a perceptive and quite personal compliment. She met Becky Henderson's eyes with an approving smile that reflected a strength and vivaciousness equal to Becky's own, matching the girl's handshake in strength as well. An impression of quiet understanding seemed to pass between these two, just as it had between the woman and Tammy a moment before.
Then the woman was turning to greet Debbie and Candy, offering each a hand and holding on to both girls simultaneously for a long minute while she spoke softly to the pair. Debbie submitted to the woman's touch as boldly as it was given, but Candy was blushing a deep, bright red that ran from her face all the way down to her neck and bare midriff, left exposed by the brief halter top she wore above her shorts.
Tammy, having spied on the two girls as they had rolled and pitched through a flurry of hot orgasms in their room the night before, could certainly understand why Candy was somewhat embarrassed. It was quite obvious to Tammy that this Sabine Porter was a lesbian, a lesbian openly and proudly, and not just some young college student experimenting with her body in the company of another girl for the sake of satisfying her curiosity.
No, Sabine Porter was as certain, confident and comfortable with her sexual orientation as could be. And this was something that began to make Tammy hotter than ever. This woman knew what she was and what it meant. What secrets must she know about pleasuring another woman? Sex with her would mean much more than a session of clumsy fumbling around.
This woman knew exactly what it took to bring a woman to climax, over and over again. Tammy was certain of it, and it made the hunger that was growing down deep in her belly burn with an even fiercer fire than before.
"Now," said Sabine in that deep, rich and cultured voice. "Since we all know each other now, I would like to invite you all to a party I am hosting this evening in my private suite. There will be a few friends there, and I would like you four to be there as well."
She turned her smile to Mary Beth, who had been silent ever since the other girls had entered. "Mary Beth will be there, of course. Won't you, darling?" Mary Beth ducked her head shyly and nodded quickly, a smile breaking out upon her face at this attention, her dark eyes glittering with pleasure.
"Excellent," said Sabine. "Now, you girls should run along. The sunshine should not be wasted here in gloomy hotel rooms. Go and play, and we'll see you all tonight. Dress is casual, so do not worry over that. You'll find that fashion is very unimportant to my friends and myself."
Tammy and the three friends she'd come to the room with moved back out through the door. Tammy heard Sabine's low voice behind her and glanced back to see the woman step close to Mary Beth and give the girl a tender kiss upon the lips. "Run along out with them, my sweet," the woman murmured. "There's much to do before the night, and you have spent much too much of your vacation inside as it is."
Tammy heard the dark-haired girl giggle softly and then saw her throw her arms about the neck of the older woman, hugging her with an affection approaching love at its most intense. The two shared another kiss before Mary Beth stepped away, grabbed her beach bag from a corner of the room and scampered to follow the other girls outside.
Tammy found herself wondering whether she herself would ever fall in love as heavily as Mary Beth had obviously fallen for this Sabine. The notion sent yet another thrill up through her body, from clit to nipples, and she wondered how she would manage to get through the day without running off to masturbate to wondering thoughts of what wonderful adventures the approaching night in Sabine Porter's private suite might bring.
Sabine Porter's suite of rooms turned out to be one of those on the top floor of the hotel's high-rise Eden Tower, located across the roadway from the less lavish and less expensive rooms the girls were staying in.
Despite Sabine's assurances that dress would be unimportant at this event, the girls had spent over two hours selecting their outfits. They had stayed away from the slinky cocktail dresses they had worn in the fancier restaurants and the casino, and had chosen instead the nicest of their vacation clothes.
Debbie Jacobs had decided on a bold, island print wrap-around silk skirt and sleeveless black tube top. Her roommate Candy Wilkins, still the shy one of the group, had settled on her blue and white sundress, a billowing white with tiny blue print flowers, that was nevertheless cut low and exposed her full braless breasts.
Tammy's roommate Becky had made the choice of white shorts that were cut scandalously short. They showed off not only her trim, tan thighs, but scoops of her white ass, and Tammy was certain she could make out the cleft of her friend's pussy there where her thighs met. And the clingy pink tube-top her roommate wore above the shorts showed off most of her tits.
And Tammy knew for a fact that on this night, once again, her roommate had gone pantiless.
Tammy herself, after much dithering, decided on more demure type of casual wear: A short khaki-colored wrap-around skirt and a low-cut white tank top. She looked like a college girl on safari according to her amused roommate, but Tammy felt the look was a good compromise, and so stuck to her guns on her decision.
The four girls met in the ornate lobby of the Eden Tower, which seemed a palace even when compared with the Oriental opulence of their own section of the hotel. Mary Beth had called to say she would be arriving ahead of them to help Sabine set things up, so not to wait for her, so the girls entered one of the gilded elevators set aside for visitors to the penthouses and started their journey up to the seventeenth floor.
Tammy was excited, and so were her three friends. Once the elevator doors had rumbled closed behind them after depositing them at their destination, the four erupted in excited girlish chatter and giggles.
Becky was the one who calmed them down, though, as the four young women approached suite number six along the thickly carpeted corridor.
"Okay now, ladies," she said, "let's get sophisticated, shall we? We don't want Ms. Porter and her friends to think we're a bunch of kids, after all."
Debbie and Candy nodded in agreement, then assumed amusingly exaggerated expressions of refinement. This caused an explosion of even more laughter, which took the girls a good five minutes to recover from before they finally managed to control themselves before the ornate double doors of suite number six.
Becky pressed button on the wall to the right of the doors ... and a second or two later those doors swung slowly open, revealing at first only darkness and dim candlelight within.
CHAPTER TEN
From out of the near darkness beyond the double doors of Sabine Porter's suite, Tammy saw a figure emerge. A young female of about Tammy's age, with hair as blonde as her own, dressed in a short white tunic. From the way the thin garment moved, shimmering on the young woman's lithe form, Tammy guessed the fabric to be silk.
The garment was belted about the young woman's waist with a black cord, tied loosely and slightly to the side. The loose ends of the cord were tipped with silver ornaments worked in the shape of the female symbol-a small cross fixed to the bottom of a circle.
The front of the tunic was cut wide and deep from the neck to just below the valley of the girl's bosom so that her twin pert breasts were partially exposed and bounced noticeably as she moved.
As the girl stepped aside for the new guests to enter, Tammy saw that the sides of the tunic were slit as well. The tail of the garment came to just below the girl's hips, but these side slits rose nearly to her waist so that her beautiful, long, suntanned legs were displayed from ankle to waist with every step she took as she led Tammy and her three friends into the dimly lit suite.
There were candles everywhere, but so irregularly placed as to give no definite clues as to the exact layout of the suite. From what little Tammy could make out of the room's furnishings, she gathered the motif was intended to reflect the general design and decoration of the hotel complex itself.
Oriental eastern carpets covered the floor of the suite wherever she could see. Colorful tapestries reminiscent of the near eastern Ottoman empire lined the walls as well.
The candles, which turned the suite's interior into an exploding galaxy of starlight, burned in candlesticks of all sizes and design, from small, elegantly carved wood and ivory creations standing upon tables of heavy, brightly polished wood to six-foot-tall floor sconces holding literally dozens of the wax tapers.
Perfume from the candles, or perhaps from unseen incense burners somewhere in the suite, set up an intoxicating aroma that wafted through the rooms, making the whole scene feel like something from a dream.
Large silken pillows, in bright lines, were scattered about upon the thick carpets in luxurious abundance.
The whole scene was like nothing Tammy had ever seen or heard about before other than in descriptions of eastern sultans' palaces she'd read about in some of her classes back at school.
Suddenly, Sabine Porter was at Tammy's side, offering her a heavy, ornately carved cup made of what looked like pure silver and filled with some deep, ruby red liquid that shimmered in the candlelight.
Tammy saw that their host was also dressed in a white silken tunic like the door attendant.
"Thank you for coming, my dear," Sabine said with a knowing smile. She shifted her gaze onto the other three new arrivals. "Thank you all for coming."
Then she was looking deeply into Tammy's blue eyes, fixing them with an almost hypnotic intensity with the emerald light of her own. "You are just in time. The evening's entertainment is about to begin."
Without there seeming to be any communication of this fact to the large group gathered-a contingent Tammy estimated to number possibly fifty in all, all of them women aged from Tammy's nineteen years to perhaps twenty-five-the women at this point began to settle down upon the silken pillows and carpets. They formed an irregular semicircle about a small, black leather couch and ottoman positioned at the center of the room, where Tammy and her hostess were standing.
At a guiding motion from Sabine Porter, Tammy settled herself onto the couch next to Sabine. She moves like a cat, thought Tammy. A big cat, like a panther.
Tammy felt herself moved suddenly by the intoxicating proximity of this woman. She felt herself go a little slippery inside her panties and she wriggled slowly against the pillow upon which she sat, seeking either the delicious friction or a less stimulating position-she was not certain which.
Oddly, the woman beside her seemed to take note of this. Or perhaps Tammy was only imagining the woman's omniscience. Whichever, there was some message Tammy could not quite make out held within the warm, knowing smile that the woman was now gracing her with-a warmth that Tammy felt transferring minute by minute to her increasingly dewy cunt.
"Watch now, my dear," whispered Sabine into Tammy's ear. "The entertainment begins."
The seated crowd became hushed as Tammy shifted her attention in the direction of the padded ottoman at the room's center. Then a movement from her right caught her eye. It was the girl who had let Tammy and her friends into the suite. The little blonde.
The girl moved casually toward the center of the room, stepping lightly with bare feet through the crowd of gathered on-lookers. She was still dressed in the white tunic, but as she reached the leather ottoman she stood for a moment at its foot and then, with a deft movement of her fingers, untied the black and silver ornamented belt at her waist, dropped it at her side, and then shrugged the tunic's shoulder straps off her shoulders and allowed it to glide down past her taut little breasts and narrow hips to puddle around her ankles.
Tammy gasped as the young woman's body was revealed in its nakedness. The girl was absolutely beautiful, with her all-over tan.
Her breasts, though womanly, retained the uptilted fullness of youth, the nipples small dark cherries against the dusky, sun drenched mocha surrounding them. There were no tan lines, so the girl must sunbathe in the nude, thought Tammy, in silent admiration of the uninhibited pride a girl would have to have in order to do such a thing on a regular basis.
There was no sound in the room, no crude remarks over the blonde's nudity, not even a murmur of lust among the crowd of seated and reclining females. All was silent in what Tammy sensed was a deeply felt reverence for the almost unearthly beauty of this young woman.
The girl stood still for a moment, her eyes closed, her face calm, as if she were quieting herself inside as well, quieting her mind and soul.
Then Tammy heard the girl murmur softly, as if to herself alone: "For the glory of woman, for the glory of sex, I offer my pleasure to the universe."
These few words spoken, the girl sank down upon the padded leather surface of the ottoman. Once seated, she then lay back along its cushioned length, her knees bent at the ottoman's edge, the edge facing the side of the room where Tammy and Sabine sat watching.
What was happening here? Tammy wondered silently, but did not shift her eyes away from the naked young woman before her to seek answers from her hostess seated at her own side.
Sabine sat as silently as the others in the room. The only sound that came from the older woman was the occasional sipping of the red wine from her silver goblet, which reminded Tammy that she had to this point forgotten to taste her own. She did so, and found the bouquet delicious and instantly intoxicating.
The redness of the wine was beautiful, but nothing compared to the ripe pinkness of the small pussy slit that met her gaze an instant later as the young blonde reclining on the ottoman slowly allowed her trim legs to slide apart, opening her pussy to the staring eyes of the entire gathering.
Tammy could hardly have imagined such a thing. This was beyond the audacity of laying nude beneath the sun for the purposes of getting an all-over tan. After all, a girl could do that very easily without showing the world her open cunt. A girl would just have to keep her legs together. But this!
As these thoughts raced through Tammy's mind, the girl on the ottoman stretched her thighs apart even farther until Tammy could see the tendons of her inner thighs to each side of the girl's pink slit defined beneath the dusky, creamy flesh.
The tension now between the legs of the displayed blonde served to pull apart her dewy pink lips at their juncture. The girl's slit was now a wetly parted vertical mouth, crowned at top by a few fleecy curls of golden pussy fur.
The girl paused again at this point in her performance to flex her thigh muscles rhythmically. She did this repeatedly for several moments until a small shiver radiated through her entire body and she emitted a small, barely audible moan.
At the apex of this ripple of what was obviously excited pleasure, Tammy saw something that gave her a small sexual shiver of her own. The lips of the already wet cunt of the girl before her shifted apart yet another fraction, and a single droplet of clear lube trickled forth from between them, a sure and undeniable sign of the girl's rising sexual arousal.
The naked young woman whimpered softly, wriggled her hips in one slow circuit, and then seemed to settle down for the next stage of her performance.
This involved the stroking of her upper body, the slow manipulation of her small breasts, the teasing and then pinching of the tiny red nipples until these were hard and pointed as crinkled raisins at the summit of those delicious looking peaks.
Then, finally, Tammy was left in no doubt whatsoever as to the nature of the ceremony she was witness to, for the naked blonde now shifted her manual manipulations away from her upper body and down toward her thighs.
My god! thought Tammy. She is. She really is. This girl is going to masturbate herself in front of all of us!
This was something beyond Tammy Bedford's wildest imagination. Even her roommate Becky, with all her wild sexual exploits, had never mentioned doing a thing like this.
As for Tammy, sure, she had played with herself in front of Becky the preceding evening out in the hotel's hot tub. But that had been in the darkness of night, and it had been the tub's water jets that had done the work, not her own fingers.
And later, it was true, she had actually fingered herself to orgasm as she knelt in the company of her friend as the two had secretly watched two of their sisters getting it on in their hotel room.
But this! Lying in the open, the focus of all these eyes, performing the most private act a girl was capable of, an act that few women ever allowed anyone else to witness, even their husbands and boyfriends. ... It was just unthinkable!
And yet, here this young woman lay, her legs spread open, her pussy glistening wetly in the candlelight that somehow seemed brighter than it had been before, her delicate hands stroking closer, ever closer to the intimate mouth that almost pulsed now in hunger for the pleasure it was obviously anticipating.
Tammy felt her own pussy begin to yearn as if it were her cunt those fingers were approaching. She could feel herself wet to the point of dripping now beneath her shirt. She was seated cross-legged on her pillow, and she began to shift the heel of one bare foot up against her panty covered crotch, hoping a bit of pressure there would somehow soothe the dull ache that was beginning to build there.
But once her heel did make contact with her cunt, she knew her tactic to be a mistake. Her heel had nudged directly against her erectly pulsing clit. The sensation demanded that her hand slip down between her legs and masturbate there until real relief was attained, and this was something she simply refused to do now, no matter how aroused she became.
A brush of Sabine's shoulder against her own distracted Tammy from her own building tension and drew her attention back to the masturbating blonde who lay stretched upon the ottoman before them.
She was just in time, too. The girl had just brought her wandering hands down to the borders of her wet cunt itself and was just lowering them both to cup that pink wet opening.
"Hmmmm," Tammy heard the girl whimper at this, the first direct contact of hands against cunt, and the girl instantly began to work those hands there, massaging her whole pussy mound, just as she'd done a few moments earlier with the twin mounds of her breasts.
"Ohhhhhh," murmured the young woman, a bit louder this time, and Tammy knew from that sound that the girl would not be able to hold herself back much longer. She would have to give way to a frantic rush toward release or something inside might give way under the building tension, like a volcano somehow capped and denied the venting of its subterranean pressure.
She was correct in this appraisal of the girl's situation, for almost in the very next instant the naked young woman moved the fingertips of her cupping left hand up to the apex of her now wetly seeping snatch, capturing the small nub of her visibly erect clit between the second and third finger.
The girl's right hand slipped lower, beneath her left, and with the first and third fingers of that hand she separated the slippery-looking lips at each side of her cunt opening and slid the isolated middle finger plunging up inside herself.
Tammy shivered as she saw the girl writhe up against her hands at this sudden intrusion, arching her back up from the leather surface of the ottoman until she was braced with only her shoulders touching at one end and her feet pressing against the floor at the other.
There was a cry that was the combination of a grunt and a deep-throated squeal, after which the girl came crashing back down upon the ottoman, bringing her feet up from the floor where they had been resting and onto the ottoman's edge, heels braced at each side of her hand belabored cunt.
Now the girl clearly was beginning to work earnestly toward her release. There was no hint of any effort toward artistry or refinement. The event had ceased to be a performance, if that is indeed what it had ever been in truth, and now became simply a primitive act of female self-fulfillment.
The girl might as well have been alone in her own room, submitting helplessly to the passions of her own healthy young body, masturbating as all women masturbate, naturally and uninhibitedly in response to a drive.
Faster and faster her hands moved, the fingers of her left one swirling in a rapid circular motion, her clit in their grip, while a second finger of her right hand had joined the first in pistoning in and out of the girl's now gushing cunt.
Tammy suddenly realized she could actually detect the scent of the girl's excitement, the sweet perfume of an aroused young cunt wafting over to her where she sat, Sabine at her side.
There was a series of quickly rising cries from the masturbating young woman, her hips churning constantly now, both hands digging and frigging at their assigned point of attack while the rest of the girl went absolutely crazy, feeling the approach of what must certainly be an orgasm of the highest intensity.
Little yelps and squeals punctuated each violent up-thrust of those hips. Cunt juice was now practically pouring from her finger-impaled snatch that it caused the frantic action of her fingers to make a squishing sound, her pussy juice nearly splashing as the girl made the final climb towards the summit of her release.
Suddenly, she was there. The girl, writhing and bucking upon the leather padded ottoman, abruptly froze at the very peak of a final, frantic thrust of her hips ... shivered, convulsed ... and then let out a cry that began as a low whine but quickly rose higher and higher until it was a veritable shriek of passion and almost painful delight!
For a full two minutes the girl tossed and squealed as her self-induced orgasm rolled over her in wave after crashing wave. It was truly an earthquake of a cum.
When it was finally over, the poor girl collapsed back onto the surface of the ottoman in blissful unconsciousness, her poor body obviously drained as only a woman knows how to drain herself, and lay dripping with sweet sex sweat and pussy lube.
An instant later, just as someone from the crowd of spectators stepped forward to drape a white sheet-a sheet imprinted, Tammy noticed, with the same ancient cross-on-top-of-circle sign symbolizing the eternal female-over the soaked body of the exhausted girl, Tammy, along with the rest of the company, was startled to hear a cry similar to the cries the unconscious girl had emitted a few moments before.
All heads turned somewhere to Tammy's right, where Tammy now saw her roommate, Becky Henderson, all of a sudden sit violently up from the pillow upon which she had been lying and let out a second cry, apparently an echo to her first.
Tammy's eyes searched for the source of her friend's outburst and an instant later made out the shape of another woman's head perched down between Becky widely splayed young thighs.
Someone was eating her roommate out, Tammy realized. Someone was sucking and licking at Becky's spread beaver and had been for some time no doubt, since her orgasm had nearly coincided with that of the girl on the ottoman.
Hardly had Tammy taken in this realization when she felt activity down between her own thighs. She looked down and saw that Sabine Porter was at that very moment slipping her right hand down the front of Tammy's panties.
With the sureness of a practiced lesbian, Sabine had Tammy's firmly erect young clit between thumb and forefinger and was already working deftly to bring on the orgasm that had been building there all during the little blonde's preceding performance.
Before Tammy could think to brush the woman's hand away, if in fact that is what she would have done given the chance to think about it, she felt herself slip over the edge into a full body orgasm as deep as any she'd felt to date.
No doubt she herself was screaming by that point, though she herself could not have heard, any more than she could hear the multitude of other cries rising around her in the large room. For each of the women in the suite had now fallen into the open arms-or legs-of a willing female partner and a dozen or more orgasms, besides the one Tammy was convulsing through, were being screamed out, a mere prelude of the many others that would come later as the long night rolled on.
It was the last day of Tammy's vacation, the very morning of the girls' flight home, in fact, but Tammy was not engaged in packing for the trip home. She'd taken care of that the night before, after fucking her handsome black jack dealer right on top of his blackjack table in the casino a few hours after it had closed and the overnight cleaning people had already come and gone.
She had fucked him twice, in fact, god bless him-once as she lay on her back, and a second time when she had scrambled down to bend over that same table to offer him her ass, which he took, thank you very much. Afterward she could not say which of the two mind-blowing orgasms had been the strongest.
No, packing had been out of the way long before dawn this morning, and for a very good reason. Tammy had some very important things to do this morning.
She had already said goodbye to her new friend Sabine Porter. She had done that much earlier, meeting the older woman for a last and, this time, private session of lesbian lovemaking that left no doubt in Tammy's mind whatsoever that her roommate Becky was going to find her hands full once the girls got back to their university dorm room. That was a certainty, now that Tammy had gotten a taste-and some real expert instruction-in the complicated refinements of lesbian love. Sabine had Tammy practice what she had learned on Caroline, the blonde who had put on the masturbation show that first night, and that golden-haired cutie had finally had to struggle away from Tammy's eager young tongue and fingers in pure self-defense against so much unendurable pleasure.
No, the packing was all done. All that remained was for Tammy to say a fond farewell to those magnificent young lifeguards she had "met" on the resort's best beach a few days ago.
And that is exactly what Tammy was doing at this very minute. At this very minute there were two hard cocks inside Tammy Bedford-one in her cunt, where it was desired the most, and another sliding in and out of her slurpingly avid lips, her talented tongue swirling against its entire length each and every time it slid deep into her throat.
Tammy was thirsty for that rich pool of cum she knew was hiding within its owner's tightly muscled belly. She could taste the appetizing flavor of it in the richness of the young man's pre-cum as it seeped forth in response to her deep and powerful sucking.
Soon, very soon, that thin, slippery clear syrup would be washed away by the massive surge of the fuller, richer, white cream of a full male orgasm, and Tammy felt as if she could hardly wait another second for that incredibly transforming moment-the moment when the male released his hot, creamy seed.
Just as her mouth craved the first powerful spurt of the hard male cock she was sucking, so Tammy's cunt yearned strongly for the equally huge, hard rod of male flesh that was thrusting into her violently from behind.
As she knelt there on the cushioning surface of the air mattress where she'd taken these two once before, her head was alive with flashing visions of all the events that had taken place during this wonderful island vacation. From her first exciting sip of the jungle night air at her arrival, her first kiss of the hot tropical sun, the pleasures of the island just then beginning to open before her, to the nights and days of lesbian lovemaking in the arms of Sabine Porter and her wonderful friends.
She knew she was leaving the island a changed young woman, and wondered just what would have become of her had she not accepted her roommate's offer to come along on this trip. Would her life have ever become complete for her then? Would she have ever really found herself-her true self-if she had remained at the University working amid the dusty shelves of her grey-haired professor Dr. Stephenson, the man who's given her the money to go in the first place?
Which reminded her-she'd have to make a point of thanking the good old Doc when she got back to campus. She had a pretty good idea of how to go about it, and it certainly didn't involve dressing for the occasion, she giggled to herself.
That giggle proved to be all the additional stimulus the cock that was riding her mouth needed to send its owner over the edge, for at that instant Tammy felt a surging and pulsing along its entire hard length and a moment later cam the reward for all her diligent efforts. A burst of delicious young cum filled her mouth to overflowing, so that she actually missed a few spurts that shot beyond her oral capabilities to capture it all.
This quite naturally triggered the tanned young lifeguard who was riding Tammy's rear to go over the top as well, and then two huge hard cocks were filling Tammy at each end.
It was heaven.
And once her head cleared sufficiently for her to motion the two remaining males, who had been waiting patiently for their turn at goodbye, into position to replace the now wilted pair of cocks that had gone before, a single thought filled Tammy pleasure and cum-drenched brain: Summer vacation was only a few short months away; maybe she should make her reservations now before flying home.
Tammy grinned, and then gobbled up the stiff cock that lifeguard number three was offering her just as number four slid deliciously into her cunt from behind.
