[[[-Island_Fever06.TXT-]]] +========================================================================+ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || || ------------------- Island Fever ------------------- || || -------------------- An erotic story ------------------ || || --------------------- M/F, F/F and a lot more ----------------- || || ---------------------- Written by JeremyDCP ---------------- || || ----------------------- Copyright (c) 2014 --------------- || || =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- || ------------------------------------------------------------------------ +========================================================================+ ======================\___________________________________________________ Chapter 6: Vernacular --------------------------------------------------- ========================================================================== Looking over at Kristanna for a brief instant, I could not help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to appreciate about this enchanting young woman and her overall physical appearance? If so, I certainly was not aware of it. Kristanna's graceful, tall frame, long-flowing blonde hair and pretty blue eyes helped make her into a classic beauty. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a truly exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a nice, tantalizing view of her sexy, yet humble, cleavage. Kristanna, of course, was my friend from Norway. Blessed with a very slender and athletic body, her personality and infectious demeanor matched flawlessly. She had been a ray of sunshine in my life ever since the day that I met her some four years ago. Now, Kristanna had finally made her return to the island. I could not be any happier, either... As we were en route from the heli-pad to the mansion in my trusty, old _Jeep_, I glanced over at Kristanna and smiled at her once again. "How was your trip, dear?" "It vas long and tiring," she replied, using a Norwegian accent. "Da vedder vas so cold and brisk in Oslo last night. But I shed me yacket ven da plane reach Florida. It vas like night and day, Jeremy. Florida be steaming hot!" I grinned at her. I simply loved to listen to this young woman talk. Her unique (and extremely sultry) voice _ALWAYS_ made me smile. I also liked her yacket/jacket pronunciation. I sometimes wondered why Kristanna said my name correctly. Why wasn't I _Yeremy_, instead of _Jeremy_, to her? Norway was a great country to have produced a woman like this... I was so glad that Kristanna had finally returned to the island after a three week hiatus. After all, Kristanna was the primary reason why all of the other ladies were here on the island in the first place. Without her assistance, I would still be living on this tropic of Eros all by myself. Kristanna's travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The 23-year-old hooked up with a connector flight to Miami, Florida, and then finally made her way to Lima, Peru. From there, she was escorted to the island in a helicopter by a pilot friend of mine (whose name was Kevin). Her family lived outside of Oslo, but Kristanna had also spent some time in California during recent years as a college student. She was majoring in - of all things - archeology. Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew that the other ladies would grow to like her just as much as I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and charismatic. How could anyone not like a woman this beautiful and funny? "Tell me about da udders," was her next comment. "Do yew have a favorite amongst da girls yet?" "I thought I did, but I'm not so sure anymore," was my response. "If you made me pick one right now, I think it would be... Trish. Yes, Trish. I have gone through so many of the girls this week, and flip-flopped between them so many times, that I am going to hold off for a while before I finally decide who my favorite really, truly is. At various times I have liked Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, and Devon the most. Since yesterday, at least, I am becoming more and more attracted to Trish. Yesterday was... it was... INCREDIBLE. The most incredible experience of my entire life, bar none." Kristanna smiled at me. "Vat happened yesterday?" "Trish helped me take Lindsay's virginity." "Oh," Kristanna responded, looking a bit surprised. "I still cannot believe that we brought a virgin to the island with us, Krissy. Lindsay is so sweet and innocent, and so young! She reminds me of you when you were 19." "I vas not a virgin ven ve meet each udder back den." "Yes, but you were sweet and innocent." Kristanna smiled at my words as I added, "You still are - just like Lindsay." "But yew like Trish da most now?" I nodded my head. "Yes, right now. But that is subject to change. It can change from minute-to-minute, actually. Of the girls, I think Devon has the biggest crush on me. In fact, I think that goes without saying." "Ahh yes, I remember Devon from da computer," Kristanna mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?" I nodded at her as she continued, "From da pictures on yewr computer, I liked Devon da most. She da prettiest. I have to see dem in person, dough, to be honestly sure. So... let me get dis straight. Yew like all of da girls here? Vait a minute... yew name every girl on da island except Camille?" I shook my head in a painful manner. "I do not know if I really like Camille as a person. She has said some really hurtful things about not only me, but a few of the others as well. In her defense, though, Camille and I haven't had the chance to sit down and really talk with each other yet. Most of my time has been spent with Pamela, Amy and Devon. I just had a three-some with Trish and Lindsay yesterday. I cannot emphasize enough how incredible it was, Krissy. I had never been with a virgin before. Well, you know that." "Lindsay is da Bible girl if I am not mistaken? She be da one voo really devote herself to its teachings, ya? Da one vid da aspirations of one day getting into da ministry? Yust like her papa? Follow in his footsteps?" I nodded my head. "Yes, that would be Lindsay." "Pamela and Amy... vat are dey like?" "I really like Pamela a lot, Kristanna. And Amy is just the way that the computer program predicted she would be, judging from the questionnaires we sent out many months ago." "Amy da slut puppy!" Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I drove the _Jeep_, I told her, "Yes, you can say that." "I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna frowned, deciding to change the subject. "Had problems vid da passport. Had to get me passport straightened out first." "It's okay, sweetheart." I just loved that accent! "It wasn't your fault. I'm just glad that you are finally back with me. I always miss you when you leave." "I missed yew too! Du inviterer alle disse kvinnene her for å være med deg siden du leter etter kjærligheten. Men jeg elsker deg mer en noen av dem kan noen gang komme til å gjøre. Jeg bare håpte at du kunne innse det." I shook a menacing, but playful finger at her and grinned, "Don't you go Norwegian on me, sweetheart. You know I cannot understand a word you say - and it drives me crazy." "But it be fun," she giggled. "And yew crazy anyvay..." "That's not very nice," I scolded her in a teasing way. "How is Blakken?" Kristanna inquired, referring to her horse here on the island. There were a pair of horses in the stables (Blakken and Smokin' Satin Bars (my horse)). Blakken is some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it has any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I do, though, it probably means something extremely funny. "Blakken is fine," I responded. "I have been taking good care of both of the horses in the stable." "And vat about Vincent Van Goat?" I laughed at the mere mention of Kristanna's pet goat. Now that was a cute name for an animal. "He is fine, too. I saw Trish and Lindsay playing around with him on Tuesday. All that goat of yours does is eat, drink, sleep and play." Kristanna tilted her head to the side. "Bow Vow Meow?" Bow Wow Meow! Now _THAT_ is a name - for a cat - which I find to be totally hilarious. "Just fine, dear. I am sure that Bow Wow Meow will be happy to see you again. Before you ask, Hogglesworth the Pig is perfectly fine, too. And those two geckos you have - Geico and Gonzo - are plugging along. I had them out for a while earlier, playing with them. Jack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny are the same as always, too." "Let us not forget Da Lambinator!" I laughed and shook my head at Kristanna because of her quirky attitude. "The Lambinator... I had to pay for a veterinarian to come out here from the mainland two weeks ago." Kristanna suddenly looked frightened as I continued, "I could tell that Lambinator was sick and not feeling good. The veterinarian took a look and said he had an internal parasite. He gave me some medicine, or drenches as I think he called them, and told me to administer them to Lambinator every day for ten days. Apparently, it worked. Lambinator is acting like his old self again." Relieved, Kristanna took a deep breath. "Dat is good. Yew had me vorried dare for a minute. Yew know how much all da animals mean to me, Jeremy. Lambinator is da oldest - age eight - of all da pets I have on da island. Are yew sure dat he is feeling better? Are yew sure dat he is cured?" "The doctor told me what trouble signs to look for," I answered. "I have not seen any of them pop-up yet. You know more about sheep than I do, Krissy. So, you are very welcome to take a look at him once we get to the mansion." She nodded her head. "Yes. I vill look at him." "Lambinator is, as always, in the fenced-in area outside with Vincent Van Goat. They have been getting along good." Needless to say, Kristanna was an animal lover. She had grown up on a humongous farm in Norway which was home to a wide variety of animals. Over the four years that she and I had been friends, Kristanna had persuaded me into bringing a large collection of animals and pets to the island. Although they all lived here and I was the one who took care of them more often than not, Kristanna still considered all of these pets to be her very own. I had no problem with that. "Bow Vow Meow, yew better be nice to me pussy... cat." I snickered and shook my head because of Kristanna's playful nature. "I am ALWAYS nice to your pussy... cat." "Have yew been taking Yack Rabbit and Bugs Bunny out of dare bunny condo so dey can get dare daily exercise?" "Of course," I nodded. "I take the rabbits out of their cage and let them rumble throughout my bedroom for an hour or two each and every day. I also ordered them some new chew toys, and they seem to love them. Keeps them occupied." "Dat is good," Kristanna surmised. "Yew alvays do a great yob ven looking after all me pet animals here, Jeremy." "Thank you, dear." "No... dank yew, Jeremy," she countered, grinning. "Yew do a vunderful yob vid dem. Hey... did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all of da girls like I suggested yew should?" I smiled at her. "You bet I did. You gave me a big list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago. Nothing was left out. No expense was spared. Not for these girls." "Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it still dare? Or did yew beat it yet?" Kristanna giggled at her own words. "Vell, of course yew beat it..." I laughed at her. "You still have your high score on your favorite pinball machine in the recreation room. I haven't beaten it yet. You are right, though. I beat other things." "Like yewr cock..." Kristanna chided. "You're a naughty girl. A very naughty girl." "So yew are happy?" she asked in that unique voice, as I drove her to the mansion in my _Jeep_ on this Friday evening. "Yew are happy vid all da girls yew bring to da island? Is all da trouble dat ve vent true really vurd it?" "These five days have been the best five days of my entire life," I told her in response. "But things are even better now, because you're back with me." I grasped the blonde's left hand with my right and brought it to my lips, then offered it a tender kiss. "You make me happy, dear. And yes, everything was worth it. Well worth it." "I go avay for one day and miss yew, Jeremy," Kristanna grinned. "But tree vull veeks! Ven I come here, dough, I miss me family too much. I need a happy medium!" I smiled at her and said, "I hope you are hungry, dear. We're only 30 minutes away from dinner-time. I even got Louisa to fix one of your favorite meals - lutefisk." "Oooooh, lutefisk!" she exclaimed, referring to Norwegian cod soaked and pickled in a lye solution. "Had some lutefisk two nights ago but happy for anudder today. Lutefisk pizza! Yew ordered lefse? I like dat, too." "Of course. You know Louisa will fix whatever we ask her to - even your crazy food. So are you hungry? Have you had anything at all to eat today?" "Momma fixed vafler before I left." She pouted and added, "But dat vas 24 hours ago. Flight lasted forever. Oslo, Frankfurt, Miami, 14 hours. Miami, Lima, six hours. I did have two hot dogs at Miami airport, dough. Big vieners!" I laughed at her. "You like big wieners?" "Da bigger, da better," she grinned. "What is vafler?" "Vaffles and sour cream. Yum-yum. But no food on da airplane ride. Airplane food, yuck-yuck." Kristanna and her words never failed to make me smile. "You must be starving, then. We'll get some food in you." Laughing, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it again. "I'm so glad you're back where you belong - on this island." "Jeg hører til her med deg, gift." "Kristanna!..." * * * Dinner-time on the island was set for 7:00pm each and every evening, and tonight would be no exception. All of the ladies were required to be in the large dining room at that time, when Louisa, the 76-year-old housekeeper, would serve up the most scrumptious food ever known to mankind. Tonight, it was no different. Louisa had fixed all of us a huge, wide-ranging buffet of foods. How could anyone go wrong with a selection of marinated chicken to choose from, as well as freshly baked turkey breast, Angus rib eye steaks, pork sausage patties, lasagna, wild rice and various seafood and salad dishes? If anyone were to make it to dessert, Louisa had even prepared a raspberry chiffon pie. As all of us - myself and the seven ladies - enjoyed our delicious meal, we got better acquainted with each other. Our conversation was quite lively and included many various topics. Kristanna, who seemed to be a big hit with everyone due to her accent and overall friendliness, conveyed some stories to those who were interested about life in Norway. Kristanna spoke highly of the 300-acre farm that she lived on with her parents, saying it was one of the most profitable markets in all of Norway. The farm even featured a bakery, an ice cream parlor and a petting zoo for young children. There was a six hour difference between Norway (located in the Central European Time Zone) and the island (Eastern Time Zone), Kristanna told us. The average temperature for this time of year (June) there was 70 degrees Fahrenheit, but it had dipped down to 48 last night before her departure. In fact, Norway rarely topped the 75 degree mark all year. Here on the island, of course, it was winter in this part of the world (in the tropics). But winter here meant 70-75 degree weather, so it was not much different than what she left behind in Norway (although the past couple of days had been somewhat humid). The hottest months here were January, February and March (with average temperatures of about 80). I considered those months to be the _dog days of summer_. At the dinner table, Kristanna even convinced Trish to try a bite of her precious lutefisk. Trish, who claimed to enjoy fish in general, said lutefisk had a strange taste. In other words, she did not like it. If there is one thing that I have learned from having Kristanna as my friend over the past several years, it is that people in her native country have a very unique and exotic appetite. I did not care all that much for Norwegian food myself. Her people did eat a lot of seafood, though, and that was probably one reason why Kristanna was so healthy, and in such excellent shape. Pamela told everyone that she was simply amazed with not only the beauty of the island and its surroundings, but also the ocean itself. It was crystal-clear, which was vastly different from the ocean in Maryland - where Pamela resided. She could not believe how beautiful the water was. Camille claimed that she had the _most boring job_ in the whole world - being a title processor for a real estate agency in the San Diego area. Camille told everyone at the table that the opportunity to get away from her job and spend six weeks on an island paradise such as this was something that she simply could not pass up. The only redeeming thing about her job, Camille explained, was that she got along with all of her co-employees. Some were even close friends. Other than that, though, she was happy to get away from it. Lindsay went onto share a story about the supermarket in Ohio where she was employed as a cosmetics clerk. The young woman said that customers - of all ages - were always trying to flirt with her. Gee, I said to myself. I wonder why? Lindsay was the epitome of sweet innocence, and everything that an 18-year-old girl should be. Any man who was older (like me (39)) would _love_ to get his clutches into her. Devon had no job to speak of, simply because she had quit her position as a project manager for a large corporation in Pennsylvania in order to come to the island. Basically, Devon told her counterparts here at the dinner table the same thing she had said to Camille during their first night here (when I eavesdropped on them by way of the voyeur room). Devon felt that she was being cheated and stepped on at her job, as her boss always took the credit for the 80 hours (and sometimes more) of hard work she put in every week. Even though Devon claimed that no one at the company worked harder and more diligently than she did, she said that it seemed as if a promotion would never come her way. Trish had the slimmest of leads in the race for who was my favorite lady from the entire group. She barely edged out Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Devon. I found myself attracted to the Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving manner in which she helped me take Lindsay's virginity. Go ahead and accuse me of being a hopeless romantic, but I felt like wrapping my arms around Trish's wondrous body and never letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person. Indeed, she was the coolest _chick_ I had ever met. Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that Camille was the only woman whom I failed to mention when speaking about potential favorites. Suffice it to say, but I did not particularly care for some of the things Camille had said since her arrival on the island. Camille tried to convince Devon that I had nothing but evil intentions in mind with the whole _island concept_. Camille was brutally direct and blunt (to be the point of being nasty) when she suggested that Trish should sit back and watch her give a _good, hard fucking_ to Lindsay at the water basin two days ago. What made those words downright despicable was the fact that Lindsay, still a virgin at the time, was also there with them. It was wrong of Camille to say that in her presence. Just plain wrong. Still, being the very forgiving person that I am, Camille one day emerging from the pack as my favorite was not out of the realm of possibility. For that to happen, however, Camille would need to show a very different attitude toward not only me, but the others as well. I found dinner-time to be very fascinating and insightful on this warm June evening. I loved to listen to any and all information concerning the girls. I wanted to know every little detail about their lives. I considered the entire group - even Camille - to be my private flock of angels. "Tell us about your job, Amy," Trish said to the red-head. "You're not a pornstar, or Internet sex model... are you?" "No, but maybe I should be," Amy replied. "Sounds better than what I am - a Professional Nourishment Provider." Many of the ladies appeared to be dumbfounded for a brief moment. "What was that?" Trish asked, finally speaking up. "Professional Nourishment Provider? What the heck is that?" "Oh..." Amy said, matter-of-factly. "Some people refer to my job as a Nutritional Transport Engineer. But you know what? I like Professional Nourishment Provider much better. I think it has a better ring to it." Trish just looked at Amy and shook her head. She was lost. The other ladies felt the same way. They had no idea what Amy was talking about. I did, however, and smiled to myself. I remembered Amy's occupation from her profile. I then recalled that Pamela knew about her job as well. Amy giggled and finally confessed, "I'm a waitress!" Trish paused for a second, taking that in, then laughed. "Hey! That was cute! Professional Nourishment Provider... Nutritional Transport Engineer. Waitress. Originals?" "P-N-P is an original of mine," Amy replied. "But N-T-E, a friend thought that up. It was her idea. I will gladly take all of the credit for it, though!" Amy snickered for a few more seconds and then offered, "To be precise, I am a _Hooters_ girl. I am both a waitress and bartender there." "_Hooters_?" Lindsay asked, her tone a bit incredulous. "Isn't _Hooters_ like a strip club, or something?" Amy laughed at Lindsay's utter naivety. "No, _Hooters_ is not a strip club! Don't you ever get out, girl?" "Do you have anything against people who work at strip clubs?" Pamela asked, her own voice leery. Obviously recalling that there was someone here - Pamela - who actually was employed at such an establishment, Lindsay seemed eager to back off of her words. "Oh! I... I... I didn't mean anything negative by it." The 18-year-old then cast her eyes downward, perhaps a bit ashamed. At least Trish was there to slip a reassuring arm around Lindsay's shoulder and give her a peck on the cheek. "_Hooters_ is inherently a sexually charged atmosphere," Camille said. "I've been to a couple of different _Hooters_ in my life, and they are all basically the same. Beautiful women squeezed into too-tight tank-tops and orange shorts... they make you forget the fact that the food there is quite mediocre." She hesitated for a moment, lost in thought. "_Hooters_ is like a strip club, but only it's safer." "Oh, stop it!" Amy responded in defense of her employer. "Families go there! Mom and Dad bring the T-ball team or the gymnastics girls... I see kids where I work every day." "What type of message do parents send to their children when they take them out to eat at a place where all of the waitresses are women in ultra-tight clothes, bearing as much cleavage and leg as possible without breaking the law?" Amy had no answer for that question from Trish. Instead, she simply glared at her with inflamed eyes. "The last time I went to _Hooters_, a few months back, I tried to tuck a buck in the waitress' shorts when she brought me a draft refill," Camille chuckled. "Needless to say, she did not appreciate it. Nor did the management. I also told the waitress that if she ever got a job at the strip club down the street, I would go there and tip her even better. I told her I knew that was what she was aspiring toward." Lindsay seemed absolutely bewildered by that statement. As I sat idly by here at the dinner table with everyone else, I actually had to stifle a laugh because of the look on the poor girl's face. Obviously, she had never been involved in a discussion quite like this before. "I have been to _Hooters_ once in my life," Devon mused. "It seemed one step above a strip club, if you ask me." She quickly turned toward Pamela and added, "Not that I have anything against strip clubs or people who work there, mind you. Just, _Hooters_ is not a family-type restaurant to me." Kristanna decided to add her own unique thoughts on the subject. "Vatever dis _Hooters_ place be - beautiful vomen vid cleavage and legs on display - I need to check it out!" Perhaps wanting to lighten the mood - after all, Amy was getting hammered here from all ends because of her job - Trish decided to change the subject. "Hey Lindsay, how about you tell Kristanna and the others about that man and his son you came across in Miami on Monday? The ones who knew you?" "Oh... yeah!" Lindsay chirped, her zest and enthusiasm suddenly returning. "I stopped at the Chinese food mart at the Miami airport this past Monday, in-between my flights on the way here to the island, and this little boy runs up to me, screaming. His father flags him down and tells him that yes, this is the nice girl who helped us pick out Mommy's perfume last week at [Supermarket Name]. I was totally dumbfounded. I could not believe that I had come across one of my recent customers, from all the way back home in Cincinnati, so far away in Miami. I remembered them, too. I helped them pick out perfume for a good 15 minutes that day. The man said that he and his family were flying to Antigua on vacation, and I told him I was going to Peru. I still cannot believe that I saw one of my customers there." "I am sure that the father wanted you," Amy told her. "I bet that he wanted to make you into his 'lil slut daughter." "AMY!" Devon gasped. Trish made a face at those words and quipped, "Is that all you think about, Amy? Sex?" "Pretty much." Trish shook her head. "On my airline flight from Toronto to Miami, I sat next to a man who was going there to visit his father, who had been diagnosed with cancer. Listening to him made me feel very sad, and reminded me just how much my own family - especially my mother and father - mean to me. I called them both the very moment the plane touched the ground and told them how much I loved them and would miss them." "I wish I could see my father again..." Lindsay pouted. "Did you ever think that he was lying to you?" Amy asked Trish. "He could have just made all of that up so he could talk to you. It was his way of flirting, and making you feel sorry for him. Maybe he thought he had a chance at getting some from you before you took your connection to Peru. I bet he wanted to join the _Mile High Club_ with you." "Amy!" Trish exclaimed, upset. "You don't make up stories about cancer," Pamela sniped. "I was lucky on my flight from Philadelphia to Miami," Devon said. "There were three seats in my row, but I had the whole row to myself. I did not have to sit next to anyone. I stretched out and relaxed... listened to my _iPod_. I'd have died without it because I don't like flying at all." "I have no idea how much Jeremy paid for my first class ticket from Los Angeles to Miami, but the guy who sat next to me said his was $3,600 when he bought it at the counter just before the plane was about to take off," Camille told us. "For such an exorbitant price, the little flight attendant - Hayley was her name - I was thinking the whole time that she should have offered everyone _complimentary blowjob or pussy licking service_." The lusty Latina laughed at her own words and added, "For $3,600, why not? That is ridiculous." "I vant to be on an airplane dat offers dat!" Kristanna exclaimed, giggling merrily. "That would be a good job for Amy," Pamela smirked. "A flight attendant who takes care of customers on her knees?" "Talk about flying the friendly skies!" Devon grinned. With so much sharing and playful banter (and sometimes not playful) amongst the entire group, I found this particular dinner to be my favorite thus far. I believe that Kristanna and her presence had a lot to do with it. Kristanna had the unique ability to bring out the best in everyone, and get them to open up. Plus, she was a total riot to listen to. I hated for our meal to end, but realized that time would come sooner rather than later. At least no one left the dinner table for 90 minutes, though. That was excellent. * * * Kristanna was a very beautiful young woman with a classy appearance - especially with her long-flowing blonde hair pinned up (like now). There were so many wondrous details about her outer beauty that I could delve into, but perhaps the most striking thing about Kristanna were her legs. At 5-foot-11, Kristanna had what best could be described as _skyscraper legs_. They were incredibly sleek and toned, with nary a blemish on them. Even better, those legs seemed to go on forever. Kristanna was incredibly thin (only 115 pounds at her height) and did not have the overly voluptuous figure that many of the other ladies here did. But she more than made up for whatever deficiencies with those legs. Camille, who stood 5-foot-9, also had legs which were very long and graceful. But I am afraid that they did not even compare with the beauty and symmetry of Kristanna's legs, which appeared worldly in their own right. Best of all, those wondrous legs of hers were on total display as she paraded about my personal suite in nothing but a black bra and G-string set on this Friday evening. Everyone had retired to their respective rooms for the night. Kristanna and I were no different. She was not always going to sleep with me, but that was the plan for tonight. We would worry about tomorrow when the time came. "Yew looking at me legs again?" she swooned. "BAD BOY!" "You're quite the bad girl," I countered, being playful. "The only reason you stripped down to your little bra and G-string is so you can tease me, and drive me crazy." "Is it vorking?" "Yes, it is. Very much so." The 23-year-old let loose with a charming smile as she took a seat directly across from me upon the bed. I inhaled sharply and told her, "I've said this a million times tonight, dear, but I think it bears repeating. I've missed you so much over the past few weeks. You're my best friend in the whole, wide world. I wish that you could live here with me, full-time." "A nice dought, but I vould miss me family too much," she remarked. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to island?" Kristanna laughed at the mere thought and added, "I could see dat. Momma and Papa vould yust not like it here. Dey prefer farm life at home in Norvay, ya." "You've told me that before, sweetheart." "I vant to know much more about Devon," the seductress offered. "I dink Devon may very vell be da sexiest voman dat I ever meet. Vat do yew like about her, Jeremy?" "Oh, can I say... everything?" I replied in a serious tone. "I don't know, Kristanna. This may sound hard to believe, but for as beautiful as Devon is on the outside, she is a million times more beautiful inside. Plus, Devon wants all of the same things that I do in life, too." "Den I have someding else in common vid her!" I smiled at Kristanna and added, "I am still going to evaluate all of the others and focus on them individually before making my final decision, though. It's just very difficult right now. Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, Devon, even Camille. This is going to be a tough decision." Kristanna took a deep breath. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy. Dat is all I have ever vanted for yew." I grinned once again and told her, "I trust that you will find the right man - or woman, too, dear. Who knows? Maybe that person is on this island right now. You said that you like Devon the most, right? Talk to her." "Hmmmmm... Devon," she purred. "But I like Trish now too. I like all da girls! Dey all pretty!" "How do you say _I love you_ in your language?" was my next question. "Maybe I can spring it on whomever I choose and see if I can get a reaction or not." "Jeg elsker deg." I did not realize it at the time, but Kristanna said those same three words - jeg elsker deg, or _I love you_ - to me while we were riding in my _Jeep_ hours ago. Perhaps I took her words out of context since they were said in a very large sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (days later, with the aid of the voyeur room), I began to wonder... Was Kristanna in love with me? Our prior attempts at a bona-fide relationship always seemed to fail no matter what we tried, though the two of us remained the absolute best of friends. I had my share of highly intimate moments with Kristanna, indeed, but I still could not look at her as anything more than a friend. A close, wonderful friend, indeed - but a friend nonetheless. The biggest obstacle we had in terms of a commitment was the simple fact that she was a farm girl from Norway, and I was an islander from the South Pacific (though born and bred in the United States). Neither of us wanted to leave our respective homelands, although Kristanna did go to college in California. Nothing against California, mind you, but I did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before and had no aspirations of ever moving back. Geographics had forever blocked any chance of a real commitment for us. "How is me English?" Kristanna asked, looking hesitant. "I have been vorking super-hard on it da past few veeks." "Your English is fine, sweetheart. You have that accent and you pronounce a few things differently than common English-speaking people, but it is fine. You've come a long way in the four years that we've known each other." "I could barely speak a lick of English ven ve meet da first time! Going to university in Los Angeles has helped." I shook my head and mused, "I still cannot believe that you are studying Archeology. You could be exploring a dark cave somewhere someday, and while everyone is having a turkey sandwich during lunch break, you could have lefse." "And lutefisk!" the young woman giggled. "You're priceless, dear. Just priceless." Kristanna seemed to notice the huge bulge within my shorts as I used my right hand to reach out and touch her face. The erection could not be avoided, as the gorgeous Kristanna was lounging upon the bed in nothing but her sexy black bra and G-string. Those heavenly legs looked most inviting... "I have you to thank for all of these girls being in my life," I said, embracing her warmly, my voice delicate and soothing. I gently nibbled on her earlobe. "How will I ever be able to re-pay you in exchange for helping me write that matchmaker software? These girls are angels." "Betal meg tilbake? Du kunne giftet deg med meg isteden." "Why do you do that to me?" I smiled and shook my head at her. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all of the time? I cannot understand a single word of it!" "As I said earlier, it be fun. I like yew not knowing vat it is dat I say to yew, Jeremy. If yew vant to know vat it means so badly, den simply learn me language!" "You could be cursing me out..." Kristanna laughed at my words. "I do not dink so." She brushed her long-flowing blonde hair away from her forehead with an arm and mused, "I need a snack before going to bed." "Would you like anything specific? A sandwich? I'll be happy to get something from the kitchen for you." "I vant some cock," Kristanna replied, which temporarily caught me off-guard. The ravishing young woman emphasized her point with a subtle, sensual move - by licking her lips. Next, she broke away from our embrace and dropped down to her knees beside the bed. Kristanna looked up at me and pointed toward her mouth. "Can yew give me a snack?" "Of course, sweetheart." Kristanna smiled and crooked a finger, motioning for me to move closer toward her. I did just that, then let out a soft, gentle moan as she immediately reached out and ran her long, slender fingers over and across my crotch. Kristanna smiled once again as she then rose up to her feet and wrapped her arms around my shoulders for a loving embrace. I immediately sought her mouth with my own, our warm tongues slipping and sliding together over an easy, languid exchange. Soon, I tilted my head to the side, allowing myself better access into that velvety mouth. Naturally, after pulling Kristanna close and hugging her myself, my right hand drifted downward. I ran it over and across that nice, firm ass, then ventured even lower. She giggled upon our shared kiss as I caressed the back of her thigh, tracing the tips of my fingers over it. I stood up and increased the ferocity of our deep, mutual kiss. Kristanna giggled yet again as she backed me against the night-stand and then hooked her opposite leg around my own. Our kiss intensified, naturally, and soon I was ravaging her mouth with all of the passion and fervor I could muster. "Oh yeah," I sighed as Kristanna then reached into my shorts and pulled my semi-hard cock out, breaking our kiss in the process. She again dropped to her knees and tugged my shorts downward with both hands, then began to pump and squeeze my shaft toward an aching, powerful erection. "Dis vill really be more dan a snack for me," Kristanna snickered, her right hand a blur it frigged the base of my shaft. "I am going to treat dis like da main course!" I groaned with pure arousal as, while still perched on her knees, Kristanna snaked her head toward my pelvis and then engulfed my awaiting cock into her hungry mouth with one, swift movement. Oh... what a wonderful feeling! As usual, Kristanna moved slowly. She wanted this to last for both of us. With each head-bob, the quirky vixen looked up at me and smiled. I cannot say enough good things about a woman who enjoys the simple pleasure of performing oral sex for her man. Especially when that man is me! As could be expected, Kristanna looked wonderful on her knees in front of me. She was still dressed in that sexy, little bra and G-string set. Best of all, however, those lips of hers had formed a large 'O' around my erection as she gently worked away at it. I surrendered myself to the sensations of her lips, tongue and throat, as all three provided me with wondrous pleasure. Soon, her bobbing motion quickened and my testicles seemed to tense up. I could feel an orgasm brewing. Combined with the sight of Kristanna's blonde head bobbing back-and-forth as she slurped me into a frenzy, I lost control of myself. I thrusted myself forward and buried my erection deep within her throat. Sperm jettisoned outward as if it was fired from a cannon. Kristanna wrapped both arms around my hips and dug her long fingernails into my skin, her throat making a hungry, hearty sound as she guzzled down every last ounce of sperm which I had produced for her. As my body then crested downward from the incredible height of orgasm, I sighed deeply as Kristanna withdrew my cock from her exquisite mouth. She grasped its base once again and squeezed away, her lovely eyes sparkling as she gazed up at me in a passionate manner. "Aren't you the sweetest thing?" I asked, taking a step back and then leaning over. Kristanna smiled as I planted a simple kiss on her forehead. "So very sweet." "Dat hit da spot," the young woman swooned, extending her tongue and then licking her lips. "Dare is nudding quite like da taste of cum at night! Or in da morning, or da afternoon... any old time, for dat matter!" I grinned at her. "You're a naughty, little girl." "Ve are going to have a lot of fun over da next five veeks vid all dese pretty girls on da island. Dank yew, Mister Jeremy, for letting me be a part of dis. Dough, I did miss nearly a vull veek. Unfortunately. But dank yew." "It was the least I could do, Krissy. After all, you are the one who helped me find all of them in the first place." I smiled at her and asked, "Can _I_ have a snack now?" Her smile brightened. "I dought yew vould never ask!" When Kristanna rose to her feet, it was my turn to drop to my knees. Or, at the very least, drop to one knee. I did just that, then reached out and gently massaged both of her immaculate legs with my hands. Eventually, I found the need to kiss them. I trailed my tongue over-and-across her thigh, and even nibbled oh-so-tenderly on her kneecap. I slid one hand upward, squeezing and prodding her tight ass. Using both hands, I slowly but surely nudged her little G-string down until it fell harmlessly to the floor in a circle around her bare feet. I was rewarded for my efforts with the sight of the sweetest, prettiest pussy in all of the world. I just had to lean forward and gently kiss it. "How's my honey?" I asked, staring at that little pussy. Kristanna decided to remove the black bra that she was wearing herself. She cupped and squeezed each of her modest breasts with her hands as I was still on bended knee in front of her. "Yew da naughty one, Jeremy. But I like yew." "Lie down on the bed for me." She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a sensuous kiss on my lips. Kristanna groaned and sighed seconds later when, flat on her back, she spread her thighs for me. Wow, I said inwardly. Her pussy was beautiful. "All I need now is a fork and one of those big napkins," I grinned, my eyes transfixed on her womanly treasure. "This is the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world!" "Eat as much of it as yew vant," Kristanna giggled. "Yew know dat I love it ven yew eat me pussy, Jeremy, but yew do not do it enough. Eat as much of it as yew vant, ya." I smiled. "I may just go all night, then." "Yust do not use a fork on me pussy... please!" I chuckled at her. "I'll try not to." Kristanna groaned once again, this time as I extended my tongue and swiped it over the full length of her exquisite, velvety slit. I used fingers from my left hand to part those lush folds, then inserted my tongue for a taste. She was, as you may imagine, absolutely delicious. As I soon began to concentrate on the most sensitive flap of skin any woman has - the clitoris - I embedded a pair of fingers into Kristanna's depths and kept them there for now. My tongue was fast and furious as it licked and dabbed away at her clitoris. I did feel like tasting her all night... Showing her true appreciation for my oral work, Kristanna sought my right hand with her left, and squeezed tightly. She was not about to let go of it, either, as I worked her pussy into more of a frenzy with every passing second. "Oh, Jeremy... Jeremy..." Squirming about, she arched her neck and back high in response to my handiwork. "Yes, Jeremy..." "You're the best friend anyone could ever have," I told her. "I'd do anything for you... Missy Krissy. Anything." "And I vould do anyding for YEWWWWW..." the blonde sighed, as I increased the speed and tempo of my probing tongue. In addition, I was jamming two fingers in-and-out of her pussy at a rather frenetic pace. Once Kristanna began to squeal and grunt, I knew I was guiding her along the right path. It would not be too long before I brought her to an orgasm. I would enjoy watching it happen just as much as she would enjoy experiencing it. When Kristanna's entire body seemed to tighten up all at once, I thrusted two fingers into her pussy one final time, and burrowed my tongue in quite deeply as well. Kristanna put a vise-tight grip on my head with her long, slender legs, and screeched out at the very top of her lungs. I lapped up the delicious passion fruit of her release with my probing tongue. Only once her orgasm had crested and then began to fade away did Kristanna loosen the grip across my head with her muscular, yet doe-like thighs. My thirst temporarily quenched, I slid my head upward and came to a stop once Kristanna and I were at eye level. We exchanged smiles, then I gave her a kiss on the lips. "I know yew are going to hate me for dis, Jeremy," the Norwegian frowned. "But I be really tired. I vas on da airplane for tventy hours today, at da least." Her frown widened as she added, "I need to get some sleep." I chuckled at her. "You think I want to have sex all night long with you? Is that why you think I'll hate you?" "I do not DINK yew vant to have sex vid me tonight," she countered, grinning. "I KNOW yew vant to have sex vid me." She giggled and added, "Yew nasty pervert..." I smiled down at her. "Look who's talking." Kristanna even let out a little whimper of a cry. "I am so sorry, Jeremy. But I be beat. I need some rest. Maybe yew and me can have sex some udder time, ya?" "We have five more weeks," I reminded her. "The most time you have ever spent with me on the island was 11 days in a row. Remember that? Last year? Anyway, I am really looking forward to spending all this time with you, Krissy. You're going to be my naughty, little co-hort here." "How could I miss being around so many beautiful vomen?" she cooed. "Dis is like dream-come-true for girl like me." I slipped both arms around her lithe body in an embrace and smiled once again. "You can go to sleep, fine. But I get to hold and caress your body all night long." "Oooooh... I have no problems vid dat!" * * * "Kristanna and I have been good friends for four years," I said to the entire group the following morning, as all eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table. "Four very LONG years," Kristanna snickered, nibbling on her breakfast meal (bacon and eggs). "I am used to having an open sandwich vid butter and yam, and slices of meat or cheese for breakfast. And milk from da cows." "Are you complaining about Louisa's cooking?" I asked. "Oh no," Kristanna replied, shaking her head. "I dink Louisa is a great cook. Yust telling yew and all da udders vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all." "Butter and yam?" Camille asked, confused. Pamela giggled. "I think she meant butter and jam." Kristanna focused her attention onto the girls and added, "Jeremy and I have been friends for four years. How I lasted dis long vid him as me friend is, how yew say... beyond comprehension." Kristanna laughed at her own words, letting all of the ladies know that she was simply joking around. That was good. Kristanna should rarely be taken seriously. "How did you and Jeremy meet, Kristanna?" Devon asked. "I vas visiting Inca ruins in Peru vid me family. Momma and Papa alvays vanted to tour Machu Picchu. One day I met Jeremy in da village outside da temple. He vas touring dare, too. Ve started talking and I decided to stay an extra veek after me parents vent home. I vent to dis island vid Jeremy and fell in love vid da place. Beautiful, beautiful island." "And ever since then," I chimed in, "Kristanna and I have been the best of friends. She has probably been here to see me 40 or 50 times over the past four years." "That's a lot of airline miles!" Devon squealed. "You said it takes 20 hours just to get here by airplane..." "What is Machu Picchu?" Camille inquired. "I think I have heard of it before, but don't know exactly what it is." "It's an ancient city located high in the mountains in Peru," was my response. "It is nothing more than stone ruins now, of course, but it is a national treasure and is protected by the government. But people can visit and take tours. The area around it is very, very beautiful." "Machu Picchu is vat got me interested in archeology," Kristanna offered. "I study it at university in California." "You seem to get around," Pamela observed. "This island, Norway, California. You must be a world traveler." Kristanna laughed. "I have many frequent flyer miles." "Machu Picchu sounds like an interesting place," Camille mused. "Would it be too much to ask, Jeremy, if you were to take us on a little side-trip to it before the summer ends?" "Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "There are many things to see and do in Peru - especially the capital city, Lima. We'll talk about trips in the future." Lindsay raised her hand and offered me a shy, sheepish expression when I nodded my head at her. Despite losing her virginity just two days ago to Trish and yours truly, it was great to see that Lindsay still retained her humble nature. It was the one thing that I found most appealing about her. "I was just wondering," Lindsay murmured, "about who will be Kristanna's room-mate? All of us already have room-mates. I can't imagine you letting her stay all by herself. Nor can I imagine Kristanna wanting to stay all by herself..." "Maybe Jeremy will be her room-mate," Trish speculated. "They did stay together last night, you know." "Kristanna CANNOT keep Jeremy all to herself," Devon insisted, which made me smile. I liked that attitude. Devon was very intent on getting her fair share of private and intimate time with me. It was flattering to me. "Actually, to let yew in on a secret," Kristanna cooed, "da idea is for Jeremy to spend da night vid a different girl every night. Like rotation system... yew know? Den I stay vid room-mate dat is vid Jeremy." "That sounds really... interesting," Pamela responded. I got the sense that she did not care for a _rotation system_. "I want to stay with Jeremy tonight," Amy claimed, her tone uneven. "I haven't had a cock in what... a couple of days?" My body shivered with erotic sensations as Amy then added, "I'll explode soon if I don't get some cock." "A couple of days for you without a cock?" Pamela grinned. "I'm surprised you can last a couple of HOURS without one!" * * * "Hi Jeremy," Devon greeted me, much later that afternoon, as she approached me here in the hobby room of the estate. Seated in a comfortable lounge chair and glancing through a fitness magazine which I had borrowed from Trish, I looked up at Devon and she smiled at me. "How are you doing?" "I'm doing just fine," I told the radiant 27-year-old from Pennsylvania in a friendly, melodious voice. I tilted my head at Devon and offered her an inquisitive expression before continuing, "What can I do for you, my angel?" Devon giggled at my choice of words. "Hmmmmm... angel. You're not going to stop calling me that, huh?" I shook my head at her. "No, of course not. Why should I? Give me one good reason to stop calling you _angel_." "Because I'm the furthest thing from being an angel..." I shook my head once again and chuckled ever-so-softly. "You know that isn't true, Devon." There was a moment of silence between us until I decided to break it. "Is there something that I can do for you? Is that why you're here?" Devon displayed another bold move on her part by stepping forward and then plopping herself down upon my trusting lap. Even before my mind could register what had just happened, my hands were resting on either side of Devon's trim waist. It must have been an instinctive reaction for me. Soon, I made eye contact with this enchanting woman and found myself momentarily gasping for breath. Those blue eyes of hers were sparkling and glittering with an obvious attraction for me as Devon offered a sweet, sincere smile. Needless to say, Devon looked absolutely sensational. Dressed in a form-fitting blouse which had flower print designs all over it, the intoxicating shape and outline of Devon's full, firm breasts were emphasized to their fullest extent. The little blouse, which ended at her midriff, also did a wonderful job of showcasing Devon's flat stomach. Plus, Devon wore a sexy pair of hip-hugging denim shorts, as well as pink sneakers and white socks which were rolled down to her ankles. Devon's free-flowing, shiny blonde tresses descended across her slender neck and shoulders in loose, healthy wavelets. This woman was purely captivating! "Actually, there IS a little something that you could do for me," Devon murmured in a soft, sensuous voice, as she wrapped one arm around my shoulder and squeezed generously. Still nestled upon my lap, Devon then placed her lips close to my ear and cooed, "I was hoping, dear Jeremy, that you and I could spend the night together again." "Really?" I asked, somewhat surprised. Devon pulled back and lovingly gazed into my eyes once again. "Most definitely. I had the time of my life with you on Wednesday evening. You made me feel so wonderful." My eyes went wide at that last sentence. "Not only because of how you made my body feel... but also because of how you made my heart feel. You made me very feel special inside." Devon paused and added, "I... I haven't felt that way in a long, long time. Like I was... I was someone special." "Because your last boyfriend did not treat you with the respect and dignity that you deserve?" Devon shook her head as if she did not want to answer that particular question. Instead, the goddess told me, "I could not have asked for, or even imagined, a man who treated me any better than you did that particular evening. I... hmmmmm... it was like all a dream to me. One big dream." I choked in response to her preceding comment. "What? Dream? Did you say that it was like a DREAM to you?" Devon nodded. "Yes, definitely. It was awesome. I want to get to know you, Jeremy. I want you to get to know me. I truly believe that we are a lot alike. A lot more alike than anyone else would ever believe. I know this may sound totally insane since we met a mere five days ago... but I think there could be something really special between us. I want to explore it. I want the opportunity." "It doesn't sound insane at all, sweetheart," I countered. "I have those same feelings about you." "Awesome!" Devon gushed, bouncing about upon my lap in a brief instant of glee. "So it is settled? Can I spend the night with you again? It would make me so very happy." "It would make me very happy too," I said, before taking a deep breath. "But, remember... I already promised Amy that she could stay with me in my personal suite tonight." Devon made a face as I went on, "Remember? Amy said that she wanted to spend the night with me at the breakfast table earlier. I said that she could. I cannot go back on my word to Amy, Devon. You know that just as well as I do." Devon let out an exasperated sigh, but then nodded her head in acceptance. "Yes, I know. I forgot that Amy kind of claimed you already for tonight. That was my mistake." Still sitting in my lap, Devon's posture seemed to sag at the unwanted reminder. "What about tomorrow... Sunday? Do you think we could spend some time together tomorrow?" Before I could give her an answer, Devon pressed on by saying, "I don't want it to seem like I am being too pushy or too aggressive with you, Jeremy. It's just... there are so many other girls here right now, and all of them seem to like you. I just want to be your favorite. I want you to think of me as your favorite. You're my... my favorite." "You could never be too pushy or too aggressive with me, dear," I assured her. "Trust me on that. Keep being honest in what you say to me. I love it, Devon. I really do. I have been alone for so long that I welcome a woman who is as open as and as vocal with her feelings like you are. I do." Devon giggled, then frowned the very next instant. "I have confided a couple of things about what has happened thus far between you and me with Camille. Please don't tell her I told you that." I shook my head, indicating that I would not break Devon's confidence in me. "Camille tells me that I am going too fast with you. I'm speeding with you and in the end, I will crash and burn because of it. She says I am being too open and honest in what I say to you. Even that, what I just said about crashing and burning... that was incredibly honest. But I can't help it. When I like someone, I feel the need to talk, to be honest. I have been this way my whole life. I'm honest to a fault." "There is nothing wrong with telling me how you feel... what you think," I implored. "There are plenty of people throughout the world who, if in my position, would be feel a bit hesitant right now. As you said, you and I have known each other for a short time. Yet you are saying all these personal things to me. That would be too fast for a lot of people. But not me, Devon. Not me at all." She smiled at me as I continued, "I want you to be honest. Pour that loving heart of yours out to me. No matter what you say, you will never scare me, never intimidate me, never spook me. You'll just make me even more interested in you." "I've done this before," Devon fretted. "Been too open and honest in what I say to people. The first boyfriend I ever had was in high school. His name was Tim. One of the reasons we split up was because I confided in him a little too much. What I said at times, it scared him. We were only 17, but I was already talking about marriage." "I'm not Tim," was my simple response. "I'm Jeremy. You can say whatever you want to me, Devon. I welcome it. I appreciate it. Don't listen to Camille. She does not know who I am, what I think, what I want. Listen to _ME_." "Okay," Devon nodded, now straightening herself up within my lap. "So what do you say, Jeremy? Would you like to get together with me tomorrow? I would love to have some more private time with you. I mean, if you're interested..." I laughed at her. "Of course I am interested, Devon. The answer is yes." Suddenly, Devon appeared genuinely happy. "Yes, we can plan something for tomorrow." "What are you doing after dinner tonight?" she wondered. "Before Amy comes to visit you?" "Kristanna and I are going to do some more catching up with each other in my suite," I answered. "You know, she and I are such good friends, but I haven't seen her in three whole weeks. In many ways, Kristanna is like a confidant to me. A lifeline, if you will." "I can tell just by being around Kristanna yesterday and today that she cares about you very, very much," Devon said. "But the two of you claim to be nothing more than friends." "Best friends," I corrected her. "You are more than welcome to meet up with us in my personal suite after I clear the dinner table and wash the dishes, Devon. I can guarantee you that Kristanna would love your company." "Really?" "Yes, really." Devon crinkled her nose and shook her head in response. "No, that's okay. Kristanna probably wants that time alone with you as well. As you said, Jeremy, you and her have a lot of catching up to do. Just promise me that we can spend some time together tomorrow, and I will be happy." "If you don't see me anywhere, I'll probably be in my room," I advised her. "Come find me tomorrow afternoon. How does noon sound? That time will be reserved for you." Devon squirmed about within my lap for a moment or two, but then offered that glittering smile and found my lips with her own for a soft, sensuous kiss. Not only was our kiss slow and languid, but it also lasted for several seconds. Devon seemed reluctant once she finally broke it. "Excuse me, Jeremy," came a tender, squealy voice from the opposite side of the hobby room. Devon and I quickly turned our sights toward the source of that voice, which was none other than Lindsay. The wholesome 18-year-old was standing at the entranceway to the hobby room, waving her right hand with quite the apprehensive expression on her face. "I hope that I am not interrupting anything, but..." Devon, whose lips were no more than three inches from my cheek, took a deep breath and stood up, then backed away from me. Next, she again focused on Lindsay. "You could never interrupt us, honey," Devon told her. "What's up?" Lindsay flashed Devon that shy, humble smile of hers. What a doll! "I was going to ask Jeremy for a favor." "Oh?" I inquired. "What would that be, dear?" Lindsay looked over at me and smiled yet again. "Trish and I are having problems beating one of the big bosses in _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_ for _X-Box_. We have tried and tried, but cannot get past that level. Trish told me to find you, Jeremy, and ask if maybe you could help us out. You said the other day that you already beat the game." "I beat the game twice," I corrected her. "I haven't played that particular game in a very long time, though. I'm talking several years, here." Devon rolled her eyes and let out an exaggerated laugh. "Ughhhhh... video games. Not my cup of tea." "It's the part of the game where you play as Faith," Lindsay explained. "We cannot get past the final boss!" "It took me awhile to get past that part too," I mused. "But I eventually made it through. I'll see what I can do for you and Trish, Lindsay. How does that sound?" "Great!" she chirped. "We really need the help!" I glanced over at Devon. "Is it okay with you if I go and give them a hand right now? I know that we were having a nice discussion and all..." "It's fine," Devon mused, grinning at me for emphasis. "I promised Camille earlier that I would go on a walk with her before dinner tonight." Devon looked at her wristwatch and added, "I'm supposed to meet her in ten minutes." As I stood up from the chair, Devon stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you at dinner-time, Jeremy. Have a good time playing video games." "You have a good time with Camille. I enjoyed talking with you. Hopefully we can do it again sometime." "Sometime SOON," Devon insisted, before turning and facing Lindsay. "Will you take good care of Jeremy for me, honey? You're not going to wear him out, now... are you?" "Wear him out?" Lindsay giggled, her cheeks flushing a bright, crimson red. This teen-ager's humble innocence and naive nature were two of her most appealing traits - if you ask me, at least. I absolutely loved to see Lindsay blush! "I just want Jeremy to help me and Trish with Buffy!" "Can I get a kiss before I leave?" Devon inquired, to which Lindsay's eyebrows shot upward. Just 48 hours removed from losing her virginity, I believe it is safe of me to assume that the only individuals on the island that Lindsay had kissed thus far were Trish and yours truly. Was she ready to take that step with someone else? Was Lindsay prepared to open herself up to the others, too? Perhaps realizing that she had caught Lindsay off-guard with her bold request, Devon backed off by saying, "Oh... you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, honey. I shouldn't have said something like that to you. I'm sorry." "No, it's okay," Lindsay murmured. She took a very deep breath, as if to collect her courage, then stepped forward and planted a simple kiss onto Devon's luscious mouth. When it was over, Lindsay slowly backed away and, not surprisingly, was blushing beet-red once again. Devon moaned and smiled at her young friend. "Hmmmmm... that was nice. Thank you, honey. Thank you very much. I hope there is more of where that came from in the future. Much more." As Lindsay blushed yet again, Devon grinned and waved her hand at me, then turned and exited the hobby room. She was off to find Camille for their pre-dinner stroll. "Hi sweetheart," I said to Lindsay, closing the distance between us and then giving her a warm embrace. "How is the prettiest 18-year-old girl in all of the world doing today?" "The prettiest?" she exclaimed, blushing one more time, as our embrace ended. "Do you really mean that?" "Find me an 18-year-old girl who looks better than you," I challenged her. "You will look your whole life, because you'll never find one. I promise you that." I snuck one arm around Lindsay's firm, slender body, then moved my hand downward and patted that nice, tight ass. Much like Devon, Lindsay had on a pair of denim shorts. She had perhaps the sexiest ass I had ever laid my eyes on. "Such a doll..." Lindsay closed her eyes for a moment and groaned. "Oh my stars... I love how your hands feel on me, Jeremy." Suffice it to say, but Lindsay was much more comfortable around me (as well as Trish) than she was anyone else at this point in time. Why? Simply because Lindsay had experienced the joys of sex with Trish and yours truly. As far as I was aware of, at least, we were the only ones - _yet_. When I felt a big erection forming within my shorts, I quickly reminded myself of why Lindsay had sought me out on this late-day afternoon. Before I lost control of myself - which seemed like a real possibility with Lindsay looking so very desirable in front of me right now - I remembered that she had come to me with a request. And, most likely, Trish was waiting for us, too. It was time to fulfill it. "Let's go off to the recreation room and conquer that level in the Buffy game," I said, but only after clearing my throat. Still, my cock was hard - and throbbing. I wanted to get my clutches into this wondrous, lovely girl and never let her go. She was a living, breathing aphrodisiac to me. "Trish also wanted me to ask you to bring that fitness magazine you borrowed from her along," Lindsay commented. "Apparently, Trish is not yet finished reading it herself." I gathered the aforementioned magazine from the nearby table and held it up for Lindsay to see. "Off to the recreation room we go, dear. You lead the way." When Lindsay nodded her head and turned to walk away, I smiled inwardly. I was going to keep my eyes glued to that tight, little ass of hers until we reached the elevator on the opposite side of the mansion. Certainly, the scenery during this upcoming walk was going to be most lovely. And when we stepped into the elevator, I would make sure that my curious hands would be all over that precious ass... * * * "Yew verr really yentle and loving vid her," Kristanna commented to me, perhaps two hours later, as we relaxed in the voyeur room together. She and I were watching footage from Thursday night on the monitor in front of us - when Trish and I took Lindsay's virginity. "Lindsay is such a sveet ding. It must have been special for yew too, Jeremy." "It was very special," I countered, feeling uncomfortable because I had another erection hidden away in my trousers. Watching my red-hot encounter with Trish and Lindsay did the trick. The thought then crossed my mind that my cock needed some attention. Maybe Kristanna could help me out? "It vas also very exciting too, I see," the 23-year-old giggled, motioning toward my crotch with her head. On the monitor in front of us, Trish literally begged me to allow her to help place my cock into Lindsay's pussy. When I agreed, Trish was all happy and smiles, and soon did the deed. Kristanna watched intently as I eased my shaft into Lindsay - who was still a virgin at the time - before I began to gently pump and thrust away at her. "Oh my..." was Kristanna's reaction to the footage, even running a hand over and across one of her taut, firm breasts. Kristanna focused upon one of her breasts and began to knead it through the silky blouse that she had on. When I was going full-throttle at Lindsay on the screen, Kristanna turned her head and smiled up at me. "I vish yew vould have been da one to take me virginity too, Jeremy!" Although she was being honest and forthright, I could not help but to chuckle at Kristanna's broken English. I cannot emphasize just how much I enjoyed listening to that accent! Kristanna then pointed at the image of young Lindsay and rightfully said, "Dat girl is having da time of her life!" "What do you think, Krissy? I know you have been here less than 24 hours, but what do you think? If you were in my shoes and had to make a decision, who would you pick? Which girl do you think is best for me?" "I dink yew could not go vrong with Pamela, Trish or Devon," she answered. "I like all of dem a lot. I like Devon da most, dough. But I see vy yew like Trish too, Jeremy. Yew said earlier dat she is yewr number-one now. But yew said Pamela is attracted to yew, too." Kristanna smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Yew have a lot of difficult decisions to make, Mister Jeremy." "What about the others?" "Amy come from broken marriage and admit dat she cheat on her husband many times in da first year of marriage. She vas telling Devon and me all about it after breakfast earlier. Den she got back togedder vid her husband, but cheat on him again." Kristanna vigorously shook her head and surmised, "Yew do not vant voman like dat to be yewr vife, Jeremy. It almost seem like Amy vas bragging about all dat cheating." I frowned and shrugged my shoulders. "I do not think Amy was ever happy with her husband. That is why she cheated on him. Personally speaking, I think Amy got married way before she was ready. If she could find someone who made her happy, I think Amy would settle down and be a good wife." "I am not telling yew how to live yewr life, Jeremy," Kristanna advised me. "Yew did ask for me opinion. Dat is vat I am giving here. But I hope yew are not entertaining doughts of Amy. She is da one girl here voo has da highest probability of breaking yewr heart. Trust me on dat, ya. Yew could not stand anudder voman breaking yewr heart again." "It's not that I'm thinking of Amy as a possible choice right now," I countered. "It's just... I like to look for the good in everyone." Kristanna nodded her head as I went on, "It just seems to me that if Amy found the right person, it would change her life completely. Her ways, her attitude. Everything. I think she would settle down and be faithful." "Dat is only ding I do not agree vid," Kristanna mused. "I dink Amy is a nymphomaniac voo cannot be corralled. I am not saying dat is bad ding. I yust dink dat yew do not vant to have dat type of voman as yewr vife, Jeremy. As yewr playding or one-night stand, yes, but not yewr vife." The 23-year-old from Norway paused for a moment, but then added, "I dink I have Amy figured out. I dink I do. Da reality is dat Amy is a little girl trying to play big girl games." "A little girl trying to play big girl games?" I had no clue where Kristanna was headed with this analogy. "Do you mind explaining what you mean by it?" "Amy be so caught up in da appearance of control - she claims she vants to take little Lindsay and do all dese nasty dings to her. She says she vants to violate her. Amy even says dat she wants to tie Lindsay up and hurt her. I do not dink so. All Amy really vants in life, dis be my opinion, is to curl up in someone's arms, and be protected or even dominated herself. She may envision dat vid yew, Jeremy." "Then why does she act dominant and harsh at times?" "Simple," Kristanna said. "Cannot yew see how lonely and depressed Amy is in life? Yust look at her actions dus far. Amy screams and begs for attention at all times. As long as someone is villing to give Amy a reaction - any reaction - she will adapt her vays to suit dem or da situation on a moment's notice. Under all of dat, dough, is a little, timid submissive girl. I can see it." Kristanna nodded her head and continued, "If yew asserted yewrself vid her, Jeremy... I mean REALLY asserted yewrself, Amy vould melt in yewr arms yust like butter." Kristanna paused for a moment, but then concluded, "Da best ding dat could happen to Amy is dat yew take total control of her - 100 percent - and dominate her. Yew dominate her from da time she vakes up in da morning, Jeremy, until she goes to bed at night. And even ven she sleeping. Dat is vat Amy vants. She vants yew to own her." "You know I don't have that type of personality, Krissy." "Yew should try it vid her sometime. Yew really should. Yust be aggressive vid her. Take control, show her voo da boss is. She vould melt like butter for yew, Jeremy." "What about Lindsay and Camille, dear?" I wondered. "You said I could not go wrong with Devon, Pamela or Trish. We've talked about Amy. What about Lindsay and Camille?" "Camille is easy," Kristanna said. "Dis is yewr sixth day vid all da girls, and Camille is only one voo has not made move on yew yet. Yew have to start vundering if da girl is interested in yew, Jeremy. Yew did tell me a vile ago dat Camille made move on Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Devon so far... but not yew. Plus she does not trust yew, yew said. How could anyone not trust such a vunderful man like yew?" I smiled at her words. "What about Lindsay?" "Lindsay is _VAY_ too young for yew." This time, Kristanna's words made me frown. Three or four years ago, I would have strongly disputed the notion that there was that much of a discrepancy in age between myself and an 18-year-old. But now, at the creaky age of 39, I had finally accepted the fact that I could be considered _too old_ for certain individuals. I tried not to think about it too much, obviously, because it was so depressing. But the simple truth? I was more than twice Lindsay's age. I was old enough to be her father. "She yust lost her virginity two nights ago," Kristanna added. "She be pretty, pretty girl. After her time here on island ends, Lindsay vill vant to go back home and experience vat udders have to offer her. Guys, girls. She is yust a baby, Jeremy. Yew vant to get married right now in life. Lindsay vant to go out and have fun. Yew and Trish opened new door for her yust da udder night. Let her explore it." Kristanna pointed toward my crotch and cooed, "Dis part of yew vants to dink of Lindsay as possible vife. Vat yew did vid her Dursday night vas so exciting." Next, she pointed at my head. "But dis part know better. Dink about it." "Dursday?" I laughed. Kristanna was priceless! "I had a real good time with Trish and Lindsay in the recreation room earlier. I gave them some hints and advice about how to get through _Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Chaos Bleeds_. It took a little while, but they finally beat the whole game." "Yew did not help dem by playing yewrself?" I shook my head and responded, "No, I thought it would be better if they beat the game themselves instead of me. As I said, I simply gave them advice and pointers on what to do." "Dat game is eight or nine years old, no?" "Something like that," I nodded. "Oldie, but a goodie." "Yew are oldie, but goodie too. Real old!" "Gee, thanks Krissy," I sarcastically grinned. Glancing at the monitor in front of us, Kristanna watched for a couple of seconds as Lindsay's blonde head bobbed up-and-down over my shaft, while Trish was nestled beneath her, licking that sweet, delicious pussy. "Do yew get yewr cock in Trish sometime during dis?" "Eventually, yes," I nodded. "Trish goes oral on Lindsay while I do her from behind, doggie-style." "Trish is da confident and cheerful fitness instructor," Kristanna observed. "I get feeling from talking to her dat she has to be da best in everyding dat she do. Pamela is da vayvard stripper voo lost her grasp on reality many several years ago." My eyes narrowed because of that last comment as she continued, "And Devon is sveet, innocent girl voo is looking for love. Her life is not complete vidout it. Yew cannot go vrong vid any of dem, Jeremy." I have always considered Kristanna to be one of the most intuitive people I have ever known. She is an excellent judge of character. But her words about Pamela disturbed me. Once again, I needed a clarification on what she meant. "Wayward stripper who lost her grasp on reality?" "Yew ask me opinion, I give it to yew," Kristanna reminded me. "I am not saying anyding bad about Pamela. I like her a lot. But her senses have been dulled and yaded. Da computer program ve vrite togedder predicted Pamela vould be dis vay. I have seen nudding to change me opinion duss far." "What do you base your opinion on?" "A voman DAT hot and beautiful has sex vid yew, Jeremy, and says yew are first man for her in over a year. Yew are first PERSON for her in eight months, only excluding da day before ven she vas vid Amy. Vat is vrong vid dat picture? Pamela obviously vants to fall in love and get married. But me dinks dat being stripper has ruined da vay she perceives how udders are looking at her. Dare are many men, and vomen, voo vould die for a chance to be vid a voman dat smart and beautiful. But Pamela cannot see dat. She cannot infer it. Vat she sees is everyone looking at her as sex object. It is vat she is accustomed to in life." When I did not respond for several seconds, Kristanna added, "I have a friend in Hermansvark, vitch is city in Norvay, voo is stripper. Her name be Ragnhild. I compare her to Pamela because I see many similarities betveen dem. Ragnhild has stripped for so long, and exposed herself to so many strangers, dat she does not trust anyone anymore. She is blind even to dose people voo are good to her. Vy... Ragnhild does not even trust ME, if yew can believe dat." "Pamela trusts me," I countered. "Pamela trusts yew because yew are incredibly kind and humble person," Kristanna mused. "Yew radder sit down and talk vid a hot voman for hours at a time instead of having sex vid her. No one else in da vorld is like dat. I dink Pamela may look at yew, Jeremy, as her last, best chance at happiness. Dat is vy she has clutched onto yew so hard and heavy so far. Dat me opinion. I am not saying dat Pamela is not da right girl for yew. In fact, yew and her are a lot alike. Yew match up very vell." "In what way?" "Yew are male version of Pamela, but for many different reasons," she said. "Yew lost yewr grasp on reality long ago, Jeremy, because of vat Victoria did to yew." I gulped my throat as Kristanna continued, "Dare is reason vy most of dese girls love yew. But yew cannot see it, eedder." "I'm a lot better than I used to be," I defended myself. "Yes, yew are," Kristanna nodded. "Yew most definitely are. But yew still have a long vays to go. Yew hot, sexy man. But yew see yewrself as ordinary, plain man." "Hot... and sexy?" Kristanna laughed at my response. "See vat I mean? Yew hot and sexy. Yew incredibly kind and gracious. Yew vould give shirt off yewr back to anyone dat needed it. Yew are most caring man... PERSON, I have ever met. And yew are humble, and very loyal. Every voman dreams of marrying a man like yew, Jeremy. Yew yust cannot see dat." "What Victoria did to me, Krissy, it sh-shattered me..." "Victoria vas 19 long years ago in yewr life!" Kristanna exclaimed. "I know it hurt, Jeremy! I know vat she did vas totally humiliating to yew! But yew HAVE to move on! Dink how long 19 years is... I vas four summers old den. Only four! I vas tiny girl playing on me farm vid da goats and da cows. Yew have let Victoria rule and effect yewr life for much too long. Yew live all alone on dis island for 17 years, shielded from da rest of humanity. Scared to death dat someone may hurt yew like Victoria once did! But during all dat time, life passes yew by. ALL DOSE YEARS! Yew could have met a Devon a long time ago, Jeremy. A Pamela, a Trish. Yew vould be so happy now. Yew vould have a vife, children, a family. But yew choose to stay all alone on dis island. I have never really fully understood vy yew do dis." When I hung my head low and took a deep, painful breath, Kristanna sprung up from her chair here in the voyeur room and embraced me with both arms. She rubbed her hands over and across my shoulders several times in succession, then kissed the crown of my head. "I do not mean to hurt yew, Mister Jeremy. Yew know yew are vunderful man in me eyes. Vunderful man, vunderful friend. I yust do not like to see yew vaste avay on dis island like yew have." I sighed, then nodded my head, trying to hold back a rush of tears. "I'm glad you convinced me, Krissy, to bring all these women here. I really am. This is going to work. All the time and trouble we went through, all the money this is costing me. If I find happiness, it will all be worth it." "Da money is drop in da bucket to yew," Kristanna grinned, releasing me from her loving arms. "Yew can afford to lose a few million American dollars." She kissed me on the lips and cooed, "It vill be good for yew." "Since when is losing money good?" "Look at vat yew are gaining, dough," Kristanna smiled, embracing me again. "I yust vant yew to be happy, Jeremy. As long as yew are happy, Kristanna is happy, ya." On the display monitor now, there was the image of me blasting Trish from behind in the doggie-style position as she busily slurped and lapped away at Lindsay's pussy. Because the three of us were making a lot of noise with our collective screams and grunts, Kristanna turned and eyed the action. "Yew sure did have a lot of fun dat night!" "More fun than you would ever imagine..." Kristanna grinned once again. "Seems to me dat Devon really, really like yew, Jeremy. But I like Devon too! Vat do yew dink me chances are of getting up-close and personal vid her? I am not talking yust about sex, eeder. I dink she is really sveet girl, and I vant to get to know her." "Talk to her," was my advice. "If there is one thing that I know about Devon thus far, it is that she wants a very open and honest relationship. Tell Devon that you like her, want to get to know her. Don't be afraid to hold back with her, either. I think Devon is a lot like me that way, Kristanna. She wants others to give her positive re-enforcement. She will eat up any and all compliments that you give her." Kristanna giggled. "Hopefully she eat udder dings, too." Suddenly, another monitor flickered to life here in the voyeur room. The motion detector at the far end of the hall which led to my personal suite picked something up, and those images were now being relayed to the equipment here in the voyeur room. Curious as to who it may be, Kristanna and I both glanced at the monitor intently. "Looks like Pamela and Amy vant to talk to yew, Jeremy," she observed. "Judging by dare choice of clodding, dough - or lack dareof - I do not dink dey vant to talk for long." I gulped my throat at the wondrous sight upon the monitor in front of us as Kristanna added, "I vill stay here - in voyeur room. I vant to catch up on some of da udder events dat I missed dis past veek. I vill look into da archives." "Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Yes," she confirmed. "Go and be vid Pamela and Amy. Yew promised da night to Amy earlier. But... yew supposed to be vatching hockey with Trish tonight." Kristanna pointed to the monitor that oversaw a live feed of the recreation room. In it, Trish was seated at one of the computer terminals watching an Internet broadcast of game five of the Western Conference Finals between the Los Angeles Kings and Chicago Blackhawks. Sure enough, Trish had on a Toronto Maple Leafs' jersey. She was quite the fanatic when it came to her hometown team, the Maple Leafs. "Yew and Trish planned on vatching dat game tonight, no?" "It was gonna be tonight, but we decided a couple of hours ago that we would watch the game on Monday night instead," I told her. "Lindsay is even going to watch it with us. Trish knew that Amy was itching to be with me tonight." "Amy be itching to be vid yew in more vays dan one." * * * After giving Kristanna a full kiss on the lips, I exited the voyeur room and closed off its entrance. I took a long, deep breath, knowing what was soon in store for me, then went over to the door and opened it. Standing on the opposite side of the doorway were the duo of Pamela and Amy, both of whom were looking back at me with expressions of pure lust and desire on their beautiful faces. Indeed, I knew exactly what was about to happen. Pamela, the incredibly stacked blonde from Maryland who had swung back-and-forth like a pendulum in being (or not being) my favorite thus far, was wearing a skintight halter top which hugged and clutched her formidable breasts in a truly intoxicating manner. I could clearly see her nipples through the thin fabric, so it was quite obvious that she was not wearing a bra underneath it. The only other thing Pamela had on was a purple G-string. What an inspirational, mouth-watering and simply awe-inspiring body this woman had. Amy, on the other hand, was wearing a see-through nightie (with no bra or panties underneath). The mere sight of her in the flimsy piece of lingerie caused my cock to ache in total arousal. She obviously had no shame. "Can we come in for a bit?" was Amy's question. I could tell by the naughty look on her face that she and Pamela did not come up here to borrow some sugar. Nor did they want to sit down and have a heart-to-heart discussion for two hours. "Step on in, girls," I said in a friendly tone, thinking to myself what Kristanna was up to in the adjacent voyeur room right now. She was going to get a quite a spicy, live show here in another minute or two... The two ravishing ladies strolled into my suite and first looked around it, then turned their attention toward me as I closed the door. I then remembered a few nights ago - before my bicycle ride with Devon turned into something erotic - I wanted to have a three-some with Pamela and Amy. Now, it seemed as if my fantasy would become a reality. "Is it okay if we show up unannounced like this?" "Of course it is," I told Pamela in response. "Feel free to stop by at any time... especially if you two ladies choose to dress like this. I would have no objections." The girls looked at each other and giggled. Now, both of them knew they had me right where they wanted me - as if they did not know that before. I was theirs for the taking... Pamela spoke in a sultry voice, "Jeremy, the whole island is buzzing with the news of what happened on Thursday night between you, Lindsay and Trish. Not only did you get to take Lindsay's virginity, but Trish was there too, and she made it a three-some. Amy was going to spend tonight with you alone, as she asked for earlier today. But now she says that since we're all such good friends, maybe you would like to have a three-some with us as well. So... let's have one." "Right now," Amy concurred. Direct, blunt... to the point. I liked that. Was it any surprise that my cock was about to burst from being so hard? The ladies did not wait for my verbal response. Instead, they closed the distance between them and me, and literally attached our three bodies together as one. Pamela's arms were around my shoulders, squeezing hard, as she ravaged my mouth with a heated, tongue-filled kiss. Amy wrapped one arm around my lower back and the other around Pamela's slender waist, then started to plant kisses along my face and neck. Needless to say, I was disoriented for a moment. Two gorgeous women basically having their way with me at the same time was a very unique and scintillating experience. It was certainly not an everyday occurrence in my life. I then realized that from this point forward, because of the island and its nature, this may very well be a common thing for me. The ladies may expect to share me in group sex settings from now on. Maybe nothing I experience would be one-on-one again. A three-some with Devon and Kristanna in the morning? Maybe another with Trish and Lindsay a few hours later? Or, perhaps all seven of them would want me at once in a big, full-blown orgy? I was just one man, mind you. How was I going to survive the next five weeks? I quickly regained my composure and returned Pamela's kiss with all of the fervor and passion that she was exerting on me herself. Meanwhile, I felt Amy grab my left hand and place it on Pamela's sweet, perfectly-proportioned backside. Amy kneaded the back of my hand for a brief moment, which told me that she wanted me to pinch and squeeze Pamela's ass. When I started doing so, Amy giggled and let go of my hand. I used my other hand to reach around Amy's body and grab hold of her round ass, too. Now, I was fondling both ladies as they continued to assault my neck, face and mouth with their splendid barrage of nibbles, licks and kisses. The exchange of tongues between Pamela and I had become rather intense in a very short period of time. Amy, who had been munching on my neck and face, suddenly decided to enter herself into the kiss that Pamela and I shared. She moved her lips in close to ours and seconds later, I had the tongues of two gorgeous women in my mouth at the same time. Although our heads were all cramped together as one, the triple-kiss lasted for several seconds. Soon, however, we found a more comfortable position and began to play the wonderful game of _tongue tag_ in the open air. At the same time, Amy reached down and rubbed the bulge in my trousers as I continued to squeeze both her and Pamela's sweet asses. "You two girls are incredible," I moaned, trying to catch my breath. "Simply incredible!" Pamela and Amy giggled at my words, then focused their attention on each other for a short time, first attaching their lips together, then licking and slurping away with their tongues. Seconds later, they broke the kiss and gazed at me, giggling with an obvious sense of arousal. "Isn't she gorgeous?" Amy said, now looking at her sweet girlfriend and pecking her on the cheek. "Simply gorgeous." Pamela smiled and snickered at those words. I could tell that even though they had been together a very short time, these two ladies already had something special together. "Amy's my little fireball," Pamela chirped, kissing her lover's cheek in return. _Fireball_, I assume, referred to Amy's flame-red hair. What else could it mean? "My wild, little, cock- and pussy-hungry fireball." Amy was still massaging my erection through the trousers I wore. Pamela noticed this and decided to join in on the fun. As Amy rubbed away on my hard cock through the fabric, Pamela dropped to her knees and undid my trousers, then yanked them downward in a flash. She took off my shoes and had me step out of my trousers, then pulled my briefs down and tossed them off to the side as well. "A big, hard cock can only mean good things," Pamela observed with a grin. "Hmmmmm... my night-time snack!" My body tensed with hot desire as Amy now latched onto the base of my shaft, as well as my testicles, and squeezed. I looked at her with a dazed expression, which brought a smile to her lovely face. Her hand was _very_ skilled... "Do you like that?" "Yes, Miss Amy," I moaned. "I like that a LOT." The excitement level within me increased tenfold when I felt a pair of lips wrap themselves around the head of my cock. I looked down and noticed that Pamela, still on her knees, had done me the honor. She stared back up at me, a carnal grin on her face, as she sucked and slurped the head of my shaft with those soft, luscious lips. At the same time, Amy was busy pumping and frigging the base of my cock. However, all of my attention was currently focused on Pamela. I could forever watch the blonde and bodacious 30-year-old service my cock on her knees, and never lose interest. I was intent to do so, too, until Amy used her free hand to cup my chin, and turn my gaze toward her. A split-second later, she attached her mouth to mine for a heated kiss. We traded both our lips and tongues while out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pamela still looking up at me as she sucked my cock. Her luminous brown eyes, in fact, were trained on my face. My right hand had never left Amy's sweet, beautiful ass. I had been groping and massaging it thoroughly for several seconds, but was soon joined by one of Pamela's hands as well. She reached up and gently touched my arm, then sunk her fingers into the lush skin of Amy's backside too. Disappointment washed over me as the seductress suddenly broke our kiss, out of nowhere. However, my feelings soon changed to unspeakable desire as Amy dropped to her knees right alongside Pamela. Still grasping the base of my cock with her hand, Amy watched with interest as Pamela continued to provide me with her own, special brand of oral worship. I tossed my head back and sighed in utter lust as Amy swiped her tongue over and across my very delicate, aching testicles. I looked back down and noticed that the two ladies, both on their knees side-by-side in front of my erect cock, were now looking at each other. It almost appeared as if they were communicating with their eyes. Perhaps they were, because Pamela withdrew my cock from her mouth and offered her lover a sweet smile. Amy returned it, then she swallowed my shaft in one, easy motion. I almost lost control of myself right there, but was able to somehow keep my composure. Amy wasted no time as she began to furiously suck my cock right away. I watched in amazement as Pamela splayed a series of kisses alongside Amy's face, while still cupping and massaging her ass with one hand. "Such a pretty thing," Pamela commented, clearly referring to her room-mate while kissing her. The red-head, or _fireball_ as Pamela so affectionately called her, continued forth with her oral assault on my cock for several seconds until coming to an abrupt halt. Amy withdrew my big erection from within her mouth, which made me wonder if something was wrong. Why stop such a great blowjob, so sudden? It made no sense to me. Everything was perfectly fine, though - as I soon would find out. Amy offered my shaft back to Pamela, who greedily stuffed its full length back into her mouth. The two ladies were taking equal turns, sucking my erection! Wow! Pamela's head bobbed back-and-forth on my enlarged shaft as I continued to moan and sigh in pure lust. Meanwhile, Amy was keeping herself busy as she busily groped and squeezed one of Pamela's full, luscious breasts through the incredibly tight halter top that she wore. Again, what a body Pamela had! No wonder she had $600,000 saved in the bank from 11 years of working as an exotic dancer... I could feel my cock lodged somewhere deep within Pamela's throat once she had taken its full length into her mouth. I growled at the sensation, looking down and noticing that her mouth and nose were jammed against my pubic hair. I reached out and caressed her head, running my fingers throughout her long-flowing blonde hair. Pamela looked up at me, then took my cock out of her mouth and offered it back to Amy. Shaking my head, I moaned once again as Amy jammed my erection back into her hungry mouth. The young woman emulated her room-mate by bobbing her head back-and-forth on my throbbing cock. I could feel her tongue, inside of her mouth, slipping and sliding like crazy over my shaft. This type of encounter was something most men could only fantasize about experiencing. I consider myself just your typical, average guy... and definitely never dreamed that I would be involved in a three-some such as this one day. I was with two of the most beautiful women I had ever known in my whole, entire life, and both of them were starved for my erection. Absolutely STARVED! It was totally unbelievable! My shaft was close to an explosion as Pamela nuzzled her nose against my pubic hair, then used her tongue to swipe and lick my testicles. This was incredible to experience! One gorgeous woman was sucking my cock while another was licking my testicles. Both of them, of course, were in very submissive positions - on their knees in front of me. At least for now, though, I was far from the one in control. Pamela and Amy were in control at this moment in time. I was their submissive! As you may have guessed, I had no problem with that - considering what was happening. Amy took my member out of her mouth, then fisted its base once again. She began to lick and kiss its tip while Pamela moved her attention from my testicles to the middle of my cock. She used her lips to gently suck its diameter from the side while Amy continued to pump and frig the base, all the while kissing and licking its bulging tip. The sensation of what basically amounted to a dual blowjob by two luscious women was about to send me over the edge of madness. I was very close to an orgasm, but felt as if I could hold out for another half-minute or so. After all, I wanted to prolong this feeling of pure, unequaled ecstasy. This was the most stimulation that I had ever felt, bar none! However, I suddenly erupted like a volcano when Pamela and Amy exchanged tongues with my erection firmly wedged between their lips. The first shot of sperm blasted out from within my shaft and landed squarely on Pamela's shoulder. Both ladies quickly moved so their beautiful faces were directly in line with my cock. I looked down and let out a wild groan as Pamela and Amy had their mouths wide open, their tongues extended, their eyes locked on my face. The second spurt hit Amy on the tip of her nose and her upper lip. A big glob dripped down and fell onto her tongue, which obviously made her very happy. My third cum-shot was aimed directly at Pamela's wide-open mouth. A huge blast was directly deposited onto her tongue... and quickly swallowed down her hungry, greedy throat. Both girls grasped my cock and began to pump it, wanting more sperm. They put their tongues together - and that was enough incentive for me to produce one final shot. Half of it landed in Amy's mouth while the other half went to Pamela. What better way to punctuate such an intense double blowjob? I took a deep breath and collapsed into a seated position upon the bed behind me. Both women knew that for the time being, my proverbial well had run dry. I was tapped out. I would need some time to rest and recover, of course, but that did not stop Pamela and Amy from enjoying the company of each other. The pair of lust queens looked at one another and smiled, then shared a sperm-filled kiss. I moaned at the sight of Pamela and Amy as they clutched each other in a warm, passionate embrace. I watched as the two ladies squished their breasts together tightly, their lips locked, their tongues dancing. I could not help but to grasp my deflated cock, and start pumping. Amy slipped a hand between their pressed bodies, then started fondling Pamela's large breasts through the small, snug-fitting halter top she wore. The pair of lovers broke their kiss for a moment, and used the opportunity to catch their collective breaths. Seconds later, however, the two hellcats were engaged in another heated lip-lock. It did not last long, though. Amy broke the kiss and immediately pulled Pamela's top up, and over, her head. The stacked blonde, as I noticed earlier, was not wearing a bra. Her big, heavy-set breasts came into view - which brought an aching twinge to my cock. Amy reached out with both hands to fondle and squeeze Pamela's heavenly rack. The red-head looked back at me and smiled at the sight of me pumping myself toward an erection. She licked her lips for a moment, then grinned and asked me, "Isn't this girl gorgeous?" She was referring to Pamela, of course. "Look at those breasts... no wonder she's a stripper! Those are what you call _God-given sweater busters_!" "Absolutely," I agreed, watching the pleasure-filled expression on Pamela's immaculate face. It seemed as if she truly enjoyed having her breasts touched and groped. I would have to remember that for future reference... Pamela focused her attention on me long enough to notice that I was busy masturbating to the sight of her and Amy together. She motioned toward me with her head, then turned and grinned playfully at Amy. "I love it when guys whack off for me," Amy commented, her green eyes flashing. "It turns me on SO MUCH..." I stroked myself at an even faster pace as Amy pulled her lover down to the floor with her, while disposing of her G-string panties at the same time. The two ladies took a seat and embraced quickly, their lips finding each other for yet another tongue-filled kiss. When it ended a short time later, Pamela used the opportunity to pull Amy's see-through nightie up, and over, her head. She tossed it to the side, leaving Amy completely, gloriously nude. Realizing that the only one remaining in the room who even had a single piece of clothing on was yours truly, I decided to remedy the situation. I discarded my muscle shirt and began stroking my shaft again, while focusing all of my attention on the two angels making out in front of me. Pamela tilted her head and attached her lips to one of Amy's nipples, then began sucking away. The vixen tossed her head back and sighed in obvious pleasure. I watched with interested eyes as Pamela slurped and licked away on Amy's delicate, sensitive nipple. She soon switched over to the other breast and gave it the same type of oral treatment. "Oh yeah," Amy moaned, cradling Pamela's head with her hands. "Yeah... that's what I like. Suck my breasts. Suck on them, baby. Get me all hot and bothered. Suck them." Obviously, Pamela had no problem following through with the nymphomaniac's request. She continued to feast away on Amy's rigid nipples, alternating between each of them every 15 seconds or so. Eventually, Pamela slipped a hand between Amy's spread thighs, then used two fingers to prod and massage her swollen clitoris. Next, she extended her tongue and lapped away madly on Amy's deepened cleavage. "What a perv..." Amy snickered, looking at me. "Watching us have sex while you whack off." She shook her head and grinned, "I like it, though. I like it a lot." Pamela glanced at me for an instant, then looked back at her girlfriend. "Don't you know what Jeremy is doing? He's getting his cock hard again so he can fuck both of us." "He doesn't need his hand for that," Amy remarked in a matter-of-fact way. "My hand could do that, or my mouth. Get him hard, you know." Pamela smiled and said, "Why don't you go over and suck his cock while I lick your pussy?" I almost blew another load right there... Amy grinned and rose to her knees, then made her way over to where I was seated on the edge of the bed. She spread her knees on the floor, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my erection. Seconds later, it was better replaced by her own hand as she began pumping me furiously. Meanwhile, I watched Pamela as she brought a hand to her mouth and licked its palm thoroughly. Next, she laid down on the floor and rolled onto her back. I smiled to myself when she scooted along the floor until her head was directly between her girlfriend's spread-open thighs. "Lick my pussy, baby," Amy said to Pamela, just before she closed her thick, pouty lips over my pulsating cock. Amy's green eyes were alive with desire as she looked up at me from her knees, her lips and mouth busy savoring the taste and feel of my erection. At the same time, I could look down and watch as Pamela - flat on her back with her face between Amy's spread knees - started to go to work on the 30-year-old's beautiful, wondrous pussy. Moaning with hot desire, I reached down with both hands and grasped Amy's head as she continued to feverishly suck and slurp away on my erection. The seductress bobbed her head back-and-forth at a blistering pace, while constantly looking directly up and into my eyes. Meanwhile, Pamela was thrusting two fingers in-and-out of Amy's pussy as she continually lapped away with her tongue. This was having a definite effect on Amy, too. As she sucked my cock, Amy's body began to vibrate and writhe about in obvious arousal. Clearly, Pamela had a very skilled tongue and knew just how to please all of her lady friends. However, Amy was not the only one at this point in time who was experiencing the absolute ultimate in pleasure. I let loose a wild growl as the suckstress swallowed the entire length of my erection into her mouth, only to then begin deep-throating me. I looked at Amy's face, noticing those alluring green eyes staring right back at me as she simply tried to devour my shaft. The goddess, without any doubt, was a wonderful and extremely polished cock-sucker. Obviously, Amy had a lot of practice when it came to fellatio. Then again, I said inwardly, look at all of the guys - by her own admission - that she had been with over the years. Amy then screamed and wailed in unparalleled passion as an orgasm suddenly gripped her body - courtesy of Pamela's tongue. The young woman cried and rocked about in lust, but somehow managed to hold onto my cock and stroke it the whole time. A few more seconds of this, I told myself, and I would most definitely blow my load all over that pretty face... Once her orgasm subsided, Amy let out a content sigh and stopped pumping my cock, but still held onto it. She moved out from over Pamela, allowing me to the see that the blonde bombshell's face was completely covered with a thick sheen of orgasmic, female juices. Dear God... this was too much! I moaned at the sight while Pamela looked at both of us and grinned with pure, erotic delight. Amy's little pussy must have tasted absolutely wonderful to Pamela... "I want you to fuck her," Amy said to me, still holding my erection as she glared down at Pamela. "I want you to put that big cock in her pussy, and fuck her REALLY HARD." Pamela let loose another smile, obviously liking this particular idea. "Sounds like a good plan to me." Grasping my cock, Amy yanked on it slightly until I rose to a standing position. Then she pulled downward, causing me to drop to the floor right beside Pamela. "I want you to fuck her," the fiendish vixen repeated, her voice full of passion. "I want you to fuck her, and spurt off deep in her pussy." She paused and added, "After that, I'm going to suck all of the cum right out of her pussy." I took in a deep breath and sighed while an excited squeal came from Pamela. This was going to be fun... Amy released my erection and then pointed at her lover, wanting me to penetrate her. I smiled and prepared myself to enter Pamela. Fisting my cock, I watched with interested eyes as Pamela dutifully spread her thighs wide beneath me. I could see the look of pure desire in her own eyes as she stared back at me, while Amy continued to egg me on. "Fuck her, and fuck her HARD." "Don't you worry," I told Amy in a low tone. "I will." In a flash, I hooked Pamela's legs over my shoulders and moved in between her spread thighs. Still fisting my cock, I then mounted the exotic dancer in the missionary position and proceeded to sink my cock into her hot, moist pussy. "OH YES," Pamela growled in wanton lust. "YES! FEELS SO GOOD! SO GOOD! FEELS SO GOOD!" She was quite the vocal sort, for sure. I liked that quality in a woman... "HARD!" Amy demanded. "FUCK HER _HARD_!" Those naughty words, combined with the fact that I had my cock buried in such a gorgeous, ravishing woman, simply set me off. I clutched Pamela tightly to me and then started slamming myself in-and-out of her at a furious rate of speed. She roared out her approval while reaching up and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I continued hammering away at her as she placed the side of her face upon my shoulder. "OH YES!" Pamela screamed in total arousal. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH GOD YES, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Amy sat off to the side and watched with interested eyes as I drilled Pamela with all of the strength I could possibly muster. Thrust after powerful thrust, my cock pistoned in-and-out of her silken pussy at warp-speed. "OH YES!" Pamela continued to scream. "YES! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK IT HARDER! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO MEEEEE!" Amy moved up to her knees directly beside me, then turned my face toward hers and put her lips to mine. The insatiable tart literally jammed her tongue down my throat and kissed me with an intensity and passion which could never be put into words. All the while, I continued to pummel away at Pamela. Sensing that a monumental orgasm was about to overcome me, I slammed my cock deep into Pamela one final time and held it there. Amy continued to kiss me as I growled, emptying my man-seed into her hungry, willing pussy. Pamela screamed out her obvious approval, her body writhing and squirming about beneath me, until my cock was completely dry. Amy broke the kiss with me, then looked down at the quivering blonde and let out a tiny giggle. I pulled my shaft out of her, then watched as Amy's eyes shifted to Pamela's soaked pussy. She giggled once more while licking her lips - obviously knowing what her late snack would be. "I'm gonna suck all the cum out of that pussy now," the minx proclaimed, with a nasty, erotic glint in her eyes. I pulled myself away from the scene - at least a couple of feet - so Amy could have ample room to indulge herself. My cock was deflated once again. I wondered to myself if I could possibly get hard one more time... Her face flushed with desire and anticipation, Pamela watched as Amy got herself into position. Now kneeling in front of her, Amy caressed Pamela's knee and then spread her legs apart. She began to lick and kiss Pamela's calf, then worked up her leg, past her kneecap and to her inner thigh. I watched as Amy traced her tongue in slow circles across Pamela's inner thigh for several seconds, until deciding that it was time for the main course. Slowly and deliberately, Amy buried her moist, pouty lips in Pamela's pussy. She probed the opening with her tongue, as Pamela squirmed and writhed about in total, lustful bliss. Amy used long, slow swipes with her tongue, obviously wanting to tease and excite her girlfriend beyond any and all belief. It must have worked, because Pamela reached down and grabbed Amy's head, encouraging her to go further. Amy did so, as she started to flick her tongue across Pamela's silken opening at a rapid-fire speed. This set her off. "That's it, honey," were her words. "Lick my pussy with your tongue. Make me cum like only you can." After what these two women had just put me through, I was amazed when my cock started to get hard one more time. I could not believe it. I felt totally exhausted, but my shaft was springing to life once again. I started stroking myself when Amy pulled her lips away from Pamela long enough to look at me and extend her velvety tongue outward, showing me a big glob of sperm which she had just extracted from her room-mate's pussy. Amy put her lovely tongue back in her mouth and swallowed the glob, then returned to licking and slurping away on Pamela's slit. I got an idea as I watched the scene unfold before me. Pamela was flat on her back, her knees in the air and feet on the floor as she writhed about in pleasure, massaging her own breasts. Amy was on her elbows and knees, hovering just above Pamela's pussy. Her rounded ass, looking sweet and oh-so-scrumptious, was upturned and wiggling about. Amy was in the perfect position for me to enter her from behind, doggie-style. I could pound away at her while she had her face stuffed full of Pamela's pussy. An excellent idea, indeed. It became even better when I decided that instead of drilling her pussy, I could plow her ass instead. I wondered how Amy would react to something so big and pulsing in her own ass. Judging from her preference of gang-bang sex with her boyfriends back in Ohio, I figured that she would probably enjoy it very much. It certainly would not be anything Amy had not experienced in the past. I got a tube of anal lubricant from a nearby drawer and shined my cock up with it, then got onto my knees and moved in behind Amy. My shaft was only about half-hard, but that was fine. Once its tip barely touched Amy's little, puckered anus, I knew I would have an instant, full-blown erection. The red-head had been concentrating on Pamela, so she did not know that I planned on entering her from behind until I placed my hands on her ass. She turned around and looked at me for an instant, offering a playful giggle, before diving right back into Pamela's sweet muff. Amy let out a very long and deep moan, however, when I pressed the head of my cock to her anus. I think it is safe to say that Amy did not expect me to penetrate her there. Judging from her reaction, though, she wanted me to continue. I had a perfect view of Amy as she licked Pamela's pussy. She used two fingers and was thrusting them in-and-out of her girlfriend, her tongue working overtime. Meanwhile, the blonde was moaning and panting in lust as she looked up at me. A smile was on her beautiful face as she realized that I was going to perform anal sex on her lovely, wicked Amy. I grasped the nymphomaniac's shapely ass with both hands and gave it a hard, rough squeeze. I offered her a very long and thorough massage, digging my fingertips into her wonderful flesh. Amy had a truly beautiful ass... "I'm going to enjoy this..." were my words. It was not too long before I fisted my cock and nudged it into Amy's small, incredibly tight anus. I grunted in response, my shaft now fully erect, as the enchantress let out a very hoarse, dry moan. "OHHHHH YESSSSS," was her initial reaction. I watched as Pamela, her pussy still getting a tongue-bath, continued to look up at me and smile. This had turned into a three-some if there ever was one. I was a lucky man, indeed... I continued nudging myself further and further into Amy. Soon, the entire length of my cock was embedded deep within her bowels. I cannot describe how incredibly erotic it felt to have my testicles stuffed against Amy's upturned ass. "OH YEEEEEAH," the insatiable hellcat panted. "YEAH. THAT'S IT. FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. YEAH! ASS. ASS. ASS. _ASS FUCK_! FEELS GOOD! YEEEEEAH! OH YEAH!" Amy's sounds of passion increased once I started to thrust myself in-and-out of her tiny rosebud. I held onto her backside with both hands and steadily increased the power of my hips. Each stroke I gave her was a bit harder and faster than the prior one. I felt so incredibly excited!... I continually increased the speed of my thrusts for the next 30 seconds - until I was pounding into Amy as hard as humanly possible. The action had hit a fever pitch. Amy cried and screamed out in wanton lust as I hammered her from behind. At the same time, she still had her pretty face buried between Pamela's inviting thighs and was busy lapping away. She was also violating Pamela with a pair of fingers. I had a perfect view of the bi/lesbian-style action, and it did nothing but encourage me even further. I pulled my right arm back, then offered Amy's luscious, curvy ass a hard swat with my hand. Amy jerked in response, obviously enjoying it, then I realized what I had done. I did not even think about spanking her naughty, rounded ass beforehand. It was as if my hand on acted on its own. "SPANK ME!" Amy begged, now looking back at me with her head turned. "OH GOD YES, PLEASE SPANK ME! SPANK ME!" She buried her face in Pamela's muff one more time, but continued to voice her request. "SPANK ME, JEREMY! SPANK ME!" I needed no further coaxing as my opposite hand joined the fun. I started to pepper her lush ass with swat after swat. I did not use excessive force on Amy with my hands - I would never do that to a woman - but my blows were strong enough to turn her ass a bright shade of red. That is, after all, what she obviously wanted - to be a spanked hard. Pamela let out a shrieking moan before she clasped her thighs tightly around Amy's head. I watched as an expression of pure ecstasy washed over Pamela's face. When her eyes rolled into the back of her head, I realized that she was having a ferocious orgasm - mainly due to Amy's oral work. Her body rocking and writhing about in delight, Pamela screamed and cried in satisfaction as Amy continued to lap away at her. Though I continued to spank her, while also drilling her ass, Amy did not cease her oral feast on Pamela. In fact, she kept lapping away even after the stripper's orgasm subsided. Watching Pamela get off like that, though, had a definite effect on me. I was about ready to lose it. I grasped Amy's hips as hard as I could and hammered away at her ass with every last ounce of strength left in my body. Seconds later I let out a wild growl, just before jamming my erection into Amy one final time before it simply exploded. "YES!" Amy screamed in desire. "CUM! CUM IN MY ASSSSS!" I screamed too, while pumping glob after glob of sperm into the young woman's incredibly tight anus. I had a lot to offer this time, as well. This was my biggest load thus far. Where it was coming from (considering everything that I had been through thus far), I have no idea. As I emptied the last of my sperm into her bowels, Amy let out a wild scream and had an orgasm of her own. She then collapsed onto the floor, her face still buried between Pamela's widespread thighs. God... what an experience! I pulled my cock out of Amy, then settled down on top of her and massaged her shoulders in a tender fashion. Pamela, who was lying in a heap upon the floor herself, looked up at me and offered yet another grin. All three of us let out a series of moans and sighs as we tried to catch our breaths. This had been an remarkable encounter for everyone involved. * * * "I've never done something so wild and crazy in my life before," Pamela commented moments later, breaking a stretch of silence, as the three of us continued to cuddle together. "I... this... WOW. That was downright incredible!" Amy took a deep breath and sighed, then extended that magical tongue of hers and licked away at Pamela's thigh. "It will get much better, babydoll. Trust me. I have a feeling that this will be the best summer of our lives!" "Winter, sweetheart," I gasped in response. "Remember that it is winter-time in this part of the world." Pamela made eye contact with me and offered the most heartfelt, sincere smile anyone had ever bestowed on me before. A wave of love seemed to wash over her pristine face all at once as she cooed, "This already is the best summer-slash-winter of my life, Amy." Her face sparkling, Pamela winked an eye and blew a kiss in my direction. "It will only get better once it ends with me emerging from of all of this craziness with a husband." "Oooooh!" Amy squealed in response. My world right now, to say the least, was hazy. I was floating on cloud nine in some place far, far away. Yet again, one question begged to be answered. How was I going to survive the next five weeks? I certainly had no idea. Over time, these ladies were going to become more and more ravenous, and thus, expect more out of me in return. Just a three-some today? Maybe a four-on-one tomorrow? Maybe even a seven-on-one? I had the sense that a wild, free-for-all orgy with everyone involved was going to happen here soon. Of course, I could never forget about Kristanna. What was she up to in the voyeur room right about now? Knowing her, Kristanna was probably stripped naked, and she had been busy masturbating to the sights and sounds of Pamela and Amy having their lustful way with me on the surveillance monitor. I could envision her now with a vibrator between her thighs, having gotten off multiple times to what she had witnessed. I also knew that Kristanna wished she could have come out and joined in on the fun. That could not happen, however, because if she did, the voyeur room would have been exposed to Pamela and Amy. We did not want the ladies to know that every single move they made was being recorded and archived with high-tech spy cameras and microphones. Not yet, anyway. Lost in thought, I soon realized that my wish from a few days ago was going to come true when Amy suggested that I climb into bed with her and Pamela, the idea being that we would all eventually fall asleep together. It sounded like an excellent idea to me, of course. Thankfully, there was a comfortable sofa and a stocked refrigerator in the voyeur room. Kristanna was stuck there tonight. She would have to sleep in the voyeur room, but I knew it would not be an issue for her. We had already discussed the possibility of one (or even both) of us being _trapped_ in the voyeur room because my personal suite had company inside of it. Thus, we were prepared for it. I got in and settled down upon the center of the mattress, then had Pamela lay her head on one shoulder, with Amy's on the other. Talk about living the high life! As the centerpiece of a Pamela and Amy sandwich, I was surprised that I got any sleep at all. It was difficult to doze off - and when I did, stay that way and _not_ wake up - because their beautiful, naked bodies continually squirmed and writhed against me all throughout the night. It seemed as if I had gone to bed with two world-famous centerfolds who were not only crazy about me, but each other as well... Maybe Pamela could marry me in the future, and Amy could be our live-in girlfriend. Hey, that was my best idea yet! <<<- End of Chapter 6 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com - MSN Messenger (JeremyDCP@hotmail.com) - ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/JeremyDCP/ Feedback is always appreciated!