Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 2 of 25) -
M/F, F/F & just about everything else _____________________________________________________________
When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I hadn't slept this good in quite a long time. The sun was already high in the sky; I looked at the clock and it was a couple of minutes after 9:00am. I had told the girls we were meeting at ten o'clock, so there was plenty of time for me.
I showered and shaved, but didn't rush. When I was done, I splashed on some after-shave and slipped into some casual slacks and a loose shirt. I also found a pair of sandals and ventured outside, ready for the 10:00am get-together.
In the common room, I put on some coffee and poured myself a cup of the strong, fragrant brew. The girls were drifting in and helping themselves to the fruit and breads laid out on trays which Louisa, the housekeeper, had pulled from the walk-in cooler. Some of the ladies sipped coffee as the rest filed into the room. They were all wearing light attire; such as summer dresses or denim cut-offs and tank-tops. It seemed quite informal.
Once everyone had settled down, and found something to drink or snack on, I called for their attention.
"Ladies..." I said, then all of them looked over at me. "Hmm, thank you. Now... did all of you sleep well?"
Heads nodded and lips smiled. I caught of glimpse of Amy; she had a dreamy look upon her face while she nodded vigorously. After last evening, I figured, everything about Amy was quite vigorous.
"Great!" I announced. "Now, please follow me through the door on the back wall. Inside, is the meeting room."
This would be the first time any of the ladies had been in this particular place. It was a 20x30 room with a small podium on one end. The side walls were mirrored and the other two walls were covered with soundproof padding.
We entered the room and I immediately went to the podium, where there was a stool for me to sit on. There were six padded chairs arranged in a curved line, facing the podium. The girls milled around until I invited them to take a seat. Once they did, it was time for me to formally address them.
"It has been a long trip here but I promise to do everything that I can, to make it worth all your whiles. Before we begin, I want to point out to all of you that in addition to living on an island paradise, there is a huge library with books of all varieties, as well as hundreds of video tapes of movies and other subjects of interest. The sound system is state-of-the-art and there are thousands of CDs and tapes to listen to. In addition, each room comes equipped with its own stereo system, just in case you want to listen to something other than what is playing on the main system. There are also plenty of board games, so none of you should feel bored or complacent in any way." I paused and continued, "My first priority is your comfort. If there are any problems, complaints... or if you would like to see something added... please don't hesitate to speak up. You have access to everything here."
"Everything?" Trish giggled, looking at my crotch.
"Whatever is here, is for your use," I replied, not letting on that I meant that answer with the same double meaning she used in her question. Several of the girls giggled, picking up the hidden meaning.
"Are there anymore questions along those lines?" Nobody seemed to have one. "Great. Then we can get started." I settled into the stool and rested my feet upon its low bars.
"All of you know you were chosen to spend the summer here from among thousands of applicants. The reason for the choices I made shall remain confidential. As you know, the next ten weeks will be ten weeks that we spend together."
Gianna raised her hand, and I acknowledged her with a nod. "I have a question," she said. "Do we always have to obey you? No matter what?"
"Life is about choices," I replied, "and all of you are free to make your own." I paused and then added, "But it would be wise for all of you to do as I say."
Gianna nodded. "I think we all understand."
"Good," I returned. "Now, where we were? Ahh yes... We are here for the next ten weeks. There will be meetings and required activities but most of the time, all of you will be free to explore the island as you please. Outdoor activity is encouraged, as staying in your rooms all day long will be frowned upon. Sure... some days, you may wish to stay inside. But doing so repeatedly will not be good."
"I didn't come here to stay cramped inside a room all summer," Lindsay offered. Many of the others nodded in total agreement at that particular comment.
I continued, "Whenever a meeting is called, everyone must attend. Can everyone agree with that? If so, please raise your hand in acknowledgement." Affirmative. "Furthermore, when we are in here, the meeting room, you will follow all directions. And follow them, COMPLETELY. If you agree, please raise your hand." Six girls, six hands. "And that's about it... except, of course, the property. Use it as you wish, but do not abuse it. Are there any questions?"
"Can you explain about the money payouts?" Torrie asked.
"Certainly," I replied. "Anyone else wondering about that?" Several of the ladies nodded. "Very well. Let me go over things so there won't be any mis-understandings. As you were informed, at the end of the summer, each of you except one will receive a check for $50,000. The one left out will get a check for half a million dollars."
Pamela raised her hand. "But how will that decision be made? I mean, if I wanted to work for the big money... how would I go about it?" Everyone nodded at that question.
"That is confidential," I replied, much to their dismay. "None of you will know the criteria for it, which makes things interesting." I decided to add a little fuel to the fire. "Perhaps I don't even know the criteria yet, myself?"
All of the girls seemed confused with my last comment. That was good.
"Since there doesn't seem to be anymore questions," I said, "it is time for all of you to stand up." All six of the ladies rose to their feet. "Now, please take off all of your clothing. Everything."
Most of the girls looked at each other, a bit hesitant. Amy did not waste anytime, however, as she lifted her dress up and over her head. Several of the others then followed suit. Eventually, all of them were peeling off item after item. It sure was a sight to see.
Amy reached around her back and unhooked her bra; her bare breasts were the first to come into view. I caught a glimpse of Pamela, who was my favorite thus far. She smiled back at me while getting rid of her bra, then her little G-string. I only nodded in approval at her.
I stole another glance of pretty Pamela before saying, "Thank you, ladies. I believe that will be all for now."
Torrie's hand shot up, and I acknowledged her. "How come we are all standing here, buck-naked, and you're not?"
"Simply because I am in charge and I do things in my own, good time." I gave her a smile, for emphasis. "The rest of the day belongs to you, ladies. Feel free to explore the island but please, never go alone. Use the buddy system. Lastly, we're having dinner in the common room tonight at seven o'clock. I ask that all six of you be there."
I stepped down from the podium and the girls began to put their clothes back on. When they were finished, I left behind them and locked the door.
Everyone was anxious to explore the island, so I headed back upstairs to my suite. As great as Amy was last night... and as beautiful as all the girls were... I could not get the image of Pamela out of my mind. Her perfect body with the blonde, downy bush and the full, luscious breasts were haunting me and causing my cock to stir again. Most of all, what intrigued me about her were her eyes. They were simply beautiful, just like the rest of her.
Back in my room, I fixed myself a drink of fruit punch, which helped settle my nerves. It was not easy to have six gorgeous women totally nude in front of me, and not make a move on any (or all) of them.
What self-control, I have.
After I sipped half the drink, I made sure the door was locked and then ventured back into the video chamber. The screens in all of the guest bedrooms were dark, indicating none of the ladies were in them. The screen surveying the beach, however, was registering some activity.
I decided to zoom in and noticed that several of the girls were running along the shoreline, splashing each other with water and having an overall good time. At the moment, all of them had skimpy bikinis on. I quietly wondered to myself how long it would take before the bikinis would come off, and they would go "au natural".
Still, none of the other screens were showing any action. I counted five ladies at the beach, which meant one was out of my voyeuristic view. That would be Pamela. I wondered where in the world (or island) she could be? There were a couple of places on the island, particularly a few rooms in the mansion, where I did not install hidden cameras.
Deciding not to worry about it, I opted to take a swim in the estate's heated pool while the girls frolicked around on the beach. I hoped that a good, healthy swim would ease some of the sexual tension which had built up within me.
As I crossed the common room en route to the pool, I saw the door to the library was open. I peeked inside and found Pamela seated at a table, wearing neat, wire-trimmed glasses and looking sexy as ever. She seemed very interested in her book but looked up long enough to nod, and acknowledge my presence. I smiled at her as she went back to the book.
I could have told her to strip and get down on her knees, and give my cock a royal sucking. Pamela would really have no choice but to obey. But... I did not want her that way. I wanted her to want me, just as I wanted her.
So I had no choice but to move on, with a giant bulge in my swimming trunks. I made my way to the pool and dived in, then swam several laps before finding Pamela at the patio doorway, watching me. She was dressed in a pair of denim cut-offs and a loose-fitting, silky blouse.
"Hi there," I greeted. "Had enough of the book?"
"For now," was her response. "I thought I'd look in and see if you were skinny-dipping. I see you're not." She offered a grin after the last comment.
"Were you hoping?" I teased.
She laughed. "Is that why you wore swimming trunks?"
"No. I have my reasons."
"Like getting us naked?"
I grinned sheepishly. "Something like that."
"Or maybe having sex with all of us?"
My eyebrows raised at those words. "Sounds like a plan."
Pamela giggled. "This will be an interesting summer."
I swallowed hard. "Sure does look that way. Hey there, dear... want to go for a swim?"
Pamela grinned, but shook her head. "No, not right now."
I held back an evil chuckle before telling her, "I'll go skinny-dipping with you if want me to."
Pamela laughed once again. "I think it's time I go back to my book."
"What are you reading?" I tried to keep the conversation going, but Pamela turned and began walking away. She looked over her shoulder and first gave me a smile, then a wave, before disappearing around the corner.
The mere sight of Pamela's rounded ass in those tight denim shorts... I hated to see her leave, but LOVED to watch her go.
The conversation with Pamela only added to my sexual tension. I tried to dampen those feelings with a few laps around the pool, but it was futile. I felt as though I needed to have sex yet again. It would be the only way I could get rid of this tension, and desire.
I got out of the pool and dried off, then decided to go back to my suite. I went directly into the secret room and just like before, found just one of the television screens active. I figured Pamela had went back to the library. Once more, it was time to check on the rest of the ladies.
The thick grass beside the shady pool underneath the big waterfall was the place where the same five as before were now located. They were all laying together, in a circle. And much to my delight, all of them were stripped totally nude - with their little bikinis on the ground beside them.
I could see their mouths moving in conversation, so I decided to turn the hidden microphone on.
"So what do you think this whole thing is about?" Torrie asked to the group, in general.
"It sure is mysterious," Lindsay offered.
"Anybody been able to get anything out of him?" Trish asked, looking around.
Amy sat up and grinned. "I did."
The rest of the ladies raised up and looked at Amy with eager expressions. "Tell us," three said, at once.
"What did you find out?" Trish asked, taking the lead.
Amy grinned and replied, "He's one hell of a fuck. That's what I found out."
"What?" Gianna asked, in disbelief. "You said you got something out of him. What was it?"
"One great orgasm. That's what. I'm still all mellow from it." Amy sighed and flipped her long, flame-red hair, then let out a content sigh.
Trish looked at her for a moment. "You're not kidding, are you? You're quieter today. Tell us about it."
Amy proceeded to convey the story about her romp with me the prior evening. "When I finally went back to my room, I could barely walk. Pamela asked what was wrong, but I told her that I was just sore, and tired. I went right to sleep. We were going to stay awake and talk, but I couldn't."
"What are you trying to do?" Lindsay asked, in a cynical voice. "Trying to fuck that $500,000 out of him?"
Amy looked hurt. "No... I was just horny for some cock and when I saw that big hard-on yesterday, I just couldn't resist giving it a try."
"Hey!" Trish said. "What about the rest of us?"
"Yeah..." Torrie giggled. "I haven't had a cock in what... three days? That's much too long for me."
Lindsay snapped and said, "Ten whole weeks on an island with just one cock and Amy has already claimed it."
"No way," Torrie said. "Amy can't claim it for herself."
"That's right," Trish offered. "We all gotta get our turn, especially if Jeremy is as good as Amy says he is."
"I guess we'll just have to make due with the toys we found in our rooms," Gianna said. "He can't possibly take care of all of us... he's just one man."
"We still have each other," Trish grinned, at everyone. "Jeremy may not last, but we have each other for pleasure."
Torrie held up two fingers and announced, "We also have these. Is anyone here going to claim that they DO NOT masturbate? I think everyone does." No one spoke up.
"We all play with ourselves," Gianna finally said. "I think it is only natural."
Torrie, who was completely nude, spread her thighs and began massaging her swollen pussy with two fingers. "I do it all the time," the blonde confessed. "I can't keep my fingers away from my pussy."
"Me neither," Lindsay admitted, as she spread her thighs and started rubbing her clit.
"But you know what is better?" Amy asked, looking at Torrie. "It's when someone helps you masturbate." The beautiful red-head moved between Torrie's widespread thighs and held her hand, as she continued massaging her pussy. I zoomed in and watched as Amy offered her tongue to Torrie's swollen folds, giving them a long and loving swipe.
Amy looked back suddenly, which caused me to zoom out. Gianna was on her hands and knees behind Amy as she lay on her stomach, sampling her pussy with her lips and tongue. Unable to help myself, I got a close-up shot of the action.
After hearing a set of giggles, I zoomed back out and was witness to Trish as she moved in front of Lindsay, who was still masturbating. Trish put her hand on the back of the 18-year-old's head, then pulled Lindsay to her and offered a hot, searing kiss. Their velvety mouths locked and closed together, Trish and Lindsay used their tongues to play an erotic game of tag.
"Oh my..." was all I could say, while watching this action unfold before me. It looked as though a three-some was breaking out on one side, with Torrie, Amy and Gianna all writhing together. Just a few feet away from them, the duo of Lindsay and Trish were heating each other up. One thing which needed no heating up was my cock - it was on fire.
Lindsay reached out with both hands and squeezed Trish's impressive pair of breasts as the duo continued their mutual lip-lock. Trish embraced Lindsay with her arms and pulled the petite blonde close, clenching her tightly. The pair's shared kiss was becoming even more heated than before. Both ladies were laboring to breathe, while making lustful noises.
Torrie was flat on her back, caressing her own breasts, as Amy was between her widespread thighs, thrusting a pair of fingers into her pussy. The insatiable red-head was also using her tongue on Torrie, slipping and sliding it across her wet folds, in unison with her fingers. Gianna was also in the mix; she was on her hands and knees behind Amy as she lay flat on her stomach, stretching the red-head's pussy with a couple of fingers and licking it with her tongue.
"Yeah, baby!" Torrie panted, as Amy swiped away at her pussy while also finger-fucking it. "That's the way I like it! OH MY, what a tongue! Yeah! Keep licking me!"
Amy was not quite as vocal as her counterpart, but was obviously feeling the effects of Gianna dining on her lush pussy. Her body was trembling with obvious desire as she grinded her inner thighs upon Gianna's willing face.
Meanwhile, Lindsay was now feasting upon Trish's nipples, going back-and-forth in a blazing pattern. It was readily apparent that the small-breasted Lindsay was absolutely fascinated with Trish's 38d-sized rack. Who wouldn't be?
I remembered from her profile that the 18-year-old was a bit insecure about her smallish breasts. Looking at her petite, lithe body, I thought she had nothing to be insecure about. Lindsay's breasts matched the rest of her body. She was a "tight little teen", indeed, and looked fabulous.
Trish's head was thrown back and she was moaning as the young, tender Lindsay feasted upon her breasts and nipples. She was using her lips and tongue to tease and torment each, even utilizing her teeth to gently bite every now and then. It was rather obvious from her facial and physical reactions that Trish was enjoying this treatment.
Torrie was now screaming in lust as Amy's face and mouth were literally buried in her pussy. Gianna had taken a move away, reclining back upon the grass with her legs widespread and several fingers rubbing away at her own slit. It looked as though Amy was giving the same amount of enthusiasm to the art of pussy-eating that she gave my cock the prior evening during her magical fellatio act.
Trish's body was writhing in obvious lust as Lindsay continued to suck and nibble upon her breasts. However, the Canadian was looking over at the coupling of Torrie and Amy, as well as Gianna, who watched them. Trish let out a sigh and then said, "You girls know what a daisy-chain is?"
Gianna turned her focus toward Trish and gave her a knowing nod. Lindsay, on the other hand, pulled away from Trish's breasts and shook her head negatively.
Trish chalked up Lindsay's ignorance on the subject to youth. She gave the 18-year-old a kiss and said, "A daisy- chain is when a group of girls, like us, all get in a big circle, on the ground, and lick each others' pussies."
"Really?" Lindsay grinned, her eyes glowing with desire. "That sounds REALLY hot!"
Trish giggled while looking over at Gianna again. "I say the five of us do a big daisy-chain, right now."
"Sounds good to me," Gianna said, as she shot a glance down at the coupling beside her. Amy was about to make Torrie cry out in an orgasm, with her lips and tongue.
I was unsure if the duo heard Trish's daisy-chain idea, but Amy rolled onto her side and then Torrie followed suit. Amy kept her face buried between Torrie's thighs while Gianna positioned herself so that her hips were directly in line with Torrie's head. Then, the Italian-American spread her thighs and Torrie deftly slipped her head between them, and immediately began lapping away.
Lindsay grinned and looked at Trish, knowing it was their turn to join the group.
"I want you to go over and start working on Gianna," Trish told Lindsay. "I want to be the one who licks YOU."
Lindsay giggled then followed orders. She got onto her side and burrowed her head between Gianna's accommodating thighs. Trish then completed the daisy-chain circle, her head diving into Lindsay's sweet muff. Trish spread her own thighs, allowing the aforementioned Torrie, to get a good taste of her own tantalizing pussy.
It was a true daisy-chain now, with the five ladies in a pentagon-like circle upon the lush grass, all of them eating another's pussy while their own was being worked on.
Seated in my voyeur room, I was rubbing the big bulge in my shorts as I watched the action unfold before me. It was a sight to see - to say the least. Five beautiful women writhing together in a big daisy-chain, each of them panting and moaning and writhing with absolute, insatiable lust.
Once again, I could have a let loose a massive load and creamed the inside of my shorts. No one could really blame me for doing so, considering what was happening on the television monitor. But, I somehow managed to stave it off. I did not want to spurt-off in my shorts... I needed to do so in a female mouth or pussy, or better yet, a tight ass. Saving myself was crucial.
Still, this was incredible to witness. Five of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, in a big orgy. The only thing which would have made this better is if there were six ladies involved. Too bad Pamela did not go to the beach... she had to be still playing the book-worm in the library.
Torrie was the first to experience an orgasm, but still managed to keep licking and slurping away at Trish's tender slit. For her oral efforts on Torrie, Amy received a faceful of female ejaculation - which I'm sure she loved.
A short time later, Gianna let out a thunderous scream, signaling her own orgasm. Then, everyone else followed suit. First Amy, then Trish, and finally Lindsay. All five had received the type of oral satisfaction that only a woman can provide another woman.
The quintet lay together in one big group for several minutes, hugging and kissing and feeling all bodies around them. Torrie then suggested that they all jump into the basin underneath the waterfall for some skinny-dipping, and everyone agreed joyfully.
I watched from my secret room as the girls giggled and fooled around in the water, for about 20 minutes, before finally coming out. Due to the cold water, all of their nipples were stiff and rigid. They could join the club, with my cock. Next, the ladies giggled some more before grabbing their skimpy bikinis and running off into the open, their breasts jiggling and bouncing in the sunlight.
After taking a deep breath, I switched the sound off and put the videotape of the encounter in the large, "keepsake" crate. It joined the tape from last evening, which caught the romp between Amy and myself on film. Both definitely qualified as "keepers".
My erection finally started to go down as I sat in the voyeur room, reliving the events since the girls arrived here yesterday. This sure was going to be an interesting summer... to say the least.
I then watched different monitors flicker to life... first the beach, then the open field, to the walkway... it was obvious the five ladies were making their way back to the mansion. I stayed in the secret room and watched as the group went into the kitchen and grabbed a light lunch.
Afterwards, Trish suggested they go back to the beach and take an afternoon swim in the ocean. No one seemed to be at a disagreement... all five returned directly to the beach.
My senses, as well as my body, were unable to witness another daisy-chain (if one were to occur) at this time. However, the videotapes would do their work and capture any action which took place. It was time for me to get out for awhile. One could truly go insane in a voyeur room...
I stepped into my personal suite and called the catering company, and confirmed the delivery date and time for the next shipment of food and supplies. That, quite obviously, was a very important thing. Then, I jotted down some items in my secret diary and even found time to call my family back home and let them know how my "summer vacation" had gone thus far. They knew no specifics, of course.
After the conversation, I made my way over to the library but found that it was empty. I wondered where Pamela had gone off to? Did she go down to the beach and contribute to a SIX-girl orgy? My imagination was running wild...
However, I heard some splashing in the distance which sounded as if it was coming from the mansion's heated pool. I strolled on over and much to my obvious delight, there was the blonde and buxom Pamela, all alone, in a yellow two-piece bikini, getting a good workout in the pool.
Aptly enough, she was doing the breast-stroke.
"Hi there," I said, getting her attention.
"Hi," Pamela smiled in return, turning toward me, her head now the only thing above water.
"I think the girls went down to the beach," I told her, which was somewhat of a lie - I KNEW that was where they were. "Why didn't you go there with them?"
Pamela grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "I had no idea where they went. The last time I seen them was at the meeting, this morning." She took a dive underwater for a few seconds, then her head re-surfaced. "I felt like checking out the library, you know."
I nodded at her. "I remember from your profile that you are an avid reader. Tell me, what book were you reading?"
"Oh, just a book on Egyptian artifacts. That type of stuff has always intrigued me."
Egyptian artifacts? Not only was Pamela beautiful, but she was also smart and well-schooled. I knew nothing of the subject, unfortunately. However... "Since when does a stripper have an interest in Egyptian artifacts?"
Pamela giggled, as I referred to her profession. "Oh, give me a little credit. I am a stripper, yes, but I do it for the money. I need it for college tuition. One day, I want to make something of my life and be successful. Being a stripper does not make me an air-head, you know..."
"When did you come here, to the pool?" was my next query.
"'Bout ten minutes ago," she replied, before sinking underwater again. Her head came back up and she grinned, "Aren't you the nosey one? All these questions..."
I took a step back. "I'm sorry."
Pamela giggled and said, "Lighten up! I was just joking!"
I laughed as well and moved toward her. "Yes, perhaps I need to lighten up."
Pamela made her way to the edge of the pool and looked up at me. "Amy told me what happened between you and her last night." My eyebrows shot up at those words. "She told me this morning, after we woke up." Pamela grinned and shyly added, "Maybe I should have went with her to your bedroom, and made it a three-some?"
My cock, which had been soft and limp, sprang to a full erection within a second - I kid you not - at those words.
Pamela giggled while looking at my crotch. "I see that you would have preferred a three-some."
I cleared my throat before finally saying, "Well... the idea does intrigue me."
Pamela reached out with her right hand and traced a fingertip along my lower leg. "Tell me... was Amy good?"
A bit flustered, I nodded my head and replied, "Oh yes, she was very good."
Pamela giggled and said, "Amy couldn't get over what a great fuck you were for her." I gulped my throat at those words. "She made me really start to think about it."
"How so?" I croaked, my senses ablaze with passion. This goddess was in the process of seducing me!
"Well..." Pamela grinned, her open palm now pressing upon my crotch, "I wondered if you are as good a fuck as Amy says you are. I'd sure like to find out..."
Of all the ladies on the island to be this aggressive and forward with me... if I had my choice, it would be Pamela.
"It's not against the rules, is it?" she crooned.
I shook my head and replied, "No... gorgeous women wanting to have sex with me is DEFINITELY not against the rules."
The blonde sneered and held up her hand for me. "Help me out of the water?"
I extended my own hand and took hers, then she used the small ladder to climb out of the pool. Pamela smiled and giggled ever-so-softly, looking into my eyes. Next, she stepped close to me and pressed her lips to mine for a kiss.
I had been waiting for this moment... really, ever since I first got a glimpse of Pamela when she sent in her picture several months ago.
Our kiss was soft and gentle for a short time, but that soon changed as Pamela reached for the bulge in my shorts and groped it fiercely. I responded to her by increasing the ferocity of the kiss, our tongues slipping and sliding together, as one. Pamela's breathing was becoming ragged, and labored... as was mine.
I was quickly becoming overwhelmed by this woman. The intoxicating smell of Pamela, the taste of her luscious lips and her small, tiny hand rubbing and squeezing the huge bulge within my shorts was taking its toll on me. Not to mention, of course, her angelic face and voluptuous body. There was no question that I needed this woman, right now.
During our shared kiss, I managed to pop the top of Pamela's yellow bikini, and then it fell to the ground. I used this opportunity to squeeze and knead her left breast with my hand, luxuriating in its large firmness. She let out a squeal as I pinched her nipple, my lips and tongue savoring her delicious mouth. Eventually, however, Pamela broke the kiss and looked into my eyes with a dreamy, lust-ridden expression upon her enchanting face.
She slipped her hand inside my shorts and gripped the base of my erection, then smiled. "Are you sure the girls are down at the beach?"
I nodded my head at her. "Yeah, as far as I know..."
She grinned once more. "Good. I want you for myself."
I moaned in pure delight as Pamela closed her mouth over mine yet again. This time, our kiss was much more intense than before. We attacked each others' mouths, diving our tongues far and deep. In the process, Pamela managed to yank my shorts down and she was now stroking my erection in the open air as I massaged both of her breasts with my hands. It was a very intense moment - to say the least.
Pamela broke the kiss, which disappointed for an instant. I was quickly overcome with lustful desire, however, as she next dropped to her knees and assumed the fellatio position. She took a hold of my cock and while looking up into my eyes, slapped it against her chin three times, before giggling. Her eyes never lost contact with mine as she grinned, while the head of my cock then disappeared into her luscious mouth.
Pamela massaged my aching balls with her hands as she slipped the full length of my cock into her hungry mouth. I groaned in utter lust, realizing that my shaft was fully jammed against the back of her mouth. She held that same position for several seconds, looking up into my eyes while moaning and panting with sheer desire.
All of a sudden, Pamela changed her technique and began to bob her head up-and-down over my erection, as if her very life depended on it. Her head was moving at an incredible speed. At the same time, she massaged and tweaked my balls with her fingertips. I could really do nothing but toss my head back and moan in pure arousal.
Pamela took my cock out of her mouth for a short time and tongued my balls, getting them all nice and moist. Pamela then stuffed my erection back into her mouth, this time jutting her shapely ass outward, and sucked away with a furiousness which words just cannot describe.
Yet again, Pamela took the full length of my cock into her mouth. But this time, I felt the tip of my shaft slip and slide down her throat. She was deep-throating me! I yelled out in pure ecstasy while massaging her head, running my fingers through her long-flowing, silky blonde hair.
"You're beautiful, sweetheart," I moaned, looking down at her. Pamela's response was a cock-filled smile and a giggle.
The blonde withdrew my erection from her mouth, lapped away at my balls and then swallowed my length once again. She repeated the same process, over and over again, several times. Soon, her plunges became quicker, which caused me to moan and groan even louder.
What an remarkable woman, to say the least. Is there a better feeling in the world, than having a beautiful lady on her knees in front of you... servicing your cock? Some may disagree, but I personally can't think of one. There was nothing in the world which even compared to this for me.
I used both hands to grab the back of Pamela's head before letting out a thunderous, earth-shaking scream. I pulled her head to me so that my cock was all the way embedded within her mouth and throat, without a trace of it exposed. Then, the eruption within my body occurred.
I growled as my cock fired its first batch of sperm into her mouth. Pamela choked for a moment but then pulled back, placing my burning shaft directly onto her soft tongue. The second laser-shot of cum went straight into her mouth, with big globs of it splattering across her teeth in the process. I took a hold of my cock and stroked it fiercely, wanting to spray more jizz into her hungry mouth.
I was successful, at least partially, as half of my next blast landed on Pamela's pretty face and pool-soaked hair. I watched her as she sucked and swallowed down what sperm went into her mouth, as more of it was jettisoned from my shaft. There were two thick, gooey strands of jizz, slowly trailing down either side of her sweet face.
When I had finally run dry, there was one final string of cum which dangled the tip of my cock. I shook it loose, and the big glob landed directly on Pamela's fiery tongue as she giggled with pure lust and desire.
I looked down at this fabulous, exciting woman. She was a mess, with my white man-cream all over her face and hair. It was a beautiful sight to behold, indeed.
"How was I?" Pamela asked, smiling up at me.
"You were wonderful, sweetheart," I moaned. "That was, by far, the best blowjob I have ever received."
"Better than Amy?" Pamela asked, in a quizzical tone.
"Amy was fabulous, dear, but no one compares to you."
The buxom blonde smiled at me while rising to her feet. "Why don't we go into the mansion? It will be a lot more comfortable on the carpet than out here, on the concrete." Without waiting for my response, she grabbed my hand and guided me into the mansion.
Once inside, by the big sliding door, Pamela wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine for a searing kiss. We kissed with great hunger and passion while grinding and bumping our bodies together, as one. I cupped her sweet ass with both hands, squeezed it tightly, then managed to slip her yellow, G-string bikini down, and off. Now, she was completely nude - just the way I liked her.
Pamela pulled me down to the floor with her, then broke the kiss. She grinned lustily at me and said, "Please, I want you to fuck me right now." The idea of re-paying her oral favor with one of my own was now on my mind, but... "Please," she reiterated. "I want you to fuck me now. I don't want to wait for it any longer. Please... now..."
What is wrong with this picture?
A beautiful woman is begging me to stick my cock in her... and I did not immediately fulfill her request? What in the world was wrong with me? I should have jumped at the chance without any hesitation whatsoever.
Despite my transgression in that particular matter, I did take charge and give Pamela what she needed most.
With the enchantress now on her back, her legs widespread and knees in the air, I positioned myself to enter her in the missionary position. She raised both of her legs and criss-crossed her feet together behind my neck as I fisted my cock and guided it toward her slick pussy. It was time.
I pressed the tip of my shaft into Pamela's opening and watched as her face flushed with hot passion, and desire. Both of us groaned as I sank my cock deeper and deeper into her, going very slowly. I cannot believe how tight she felt... it was simply incredible.
Eventually, I had poked the full length of my erection into her. Pamela moved her feet so they were now upon the floor again, her knees high in the air. I used this opportunity to lean forward and give her a full kiss on the lips. Both of us smiled at each other, in sheer arousal.
I withdrew my cock from her, very slowly, then thrusted it back into her velvety slit. Pamela moaned and squealed as I did it once again, but only faster. I continued doing so, picking up speed with each new thrust. Eventually, I was pumping myself into her at a hard, steady pace.
Still leaning forward, I peppered the blonde's face and neck with a series of quick-hitting kisses. She seemed to enjoy this almost as much as I did. Also, I loved the sound of Pamela talking to me with each inward cock-stroke I gave her. It was sweet music to my ears.
"Fuck my pussy!" she demanded, encouraging me further. "Fuck it! Fuck it harder! I wanna feel you. Fuck me in my pussy!" Her nasty words were only making me thrust into her harder than before. "Fuck my pussy. Hurt me with your big cock. Fuck me!" I growled at her verbal onslaught. "Come on... give it to me. Give it to me!" I was hammering away at her now, with all of my strength. "OH YES! YEAH! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Pamela's face was thrashing from side-to-side as her large breasts bounced about wildly. I was really giving it to her now. I did not know I had this sort of power in me. She had drawn it out of me with her nasty language.
Pamela let out a series of loud screams before continuing, "Please fuck me. Fuck me harder! OH YEAH! MORE! MORE! OH MY GOD! YES! FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY! FUCK IT WITH YOUR BIG COCK!" She let out another scream, then began to grope and massage her big breasts with her own hands.
The combination of my cock buried inside Pamela's sweet folds and the sound of her nasty words were about to push me over the edge. I really could not take much more of this. This luscious woman, of course, sensed that.
"Give it to me," she continued. "Give it to me! I know you want to. I know you want to, real bad... cum inside me. Come on, cum inside my little pussy. Do it! DO IT NOW!"
There was no holding back as I lost control of my body. Growling in a passionate rage, I buried myself all the way inside of Pamela's tender folds and then simply exploded.
My dream woman screamed in utter desire as a helping of sperm jettisoned itself from my cock directly into her slit. I continued to empty my load into Pamela, wanting to flood her insides with my thick and gooey juice. Initially, there were two large gushes of sperm which had shot out... and they were followed a series of several smaller ones. During this time, Pamela experienced a rather extensive orgasm of her own. It was only appropriate that she did so.
Once I was tapped out, however, I lost all of my strength and fell down directly on top of Pamela. Both of us had shared the ultimate togetherness between two people. Though exhausted, we reveled in that wonderful feeling.
"Good boy," she said, obviously pleased with my efforts. The blonde kissed me on the lips while running her fingers through my hair, and repeated, "Good boy..."
I put my arms around her, and held her close to me. I offered a kiss of my own and said, "Good girl..."
Pamela giggled at me as we embraced one another, tightly. "I think we need to have more time together like this, many times again, this summer. How about you?"
I held back a laugh and replied, "I definitely agree."
The other five ladies needed to be taken care of, too. Not only was the summer going to be interesting, but it promised to be quite a challenge for me as well.
It was a challenge which I obviously welcomed...
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