"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 6 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 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 lush 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 I met her some five 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." I smiled 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_ to her? Norway was certainly 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 a primary reason why all of the other ladies here were on the island in the first place. Without her assistance. I would still living on this tropical paradise all by myself. Her travels started last evening in Oslo, Norway, where she boarded an airline flight to Frankfurt, Germany. The 24-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. Of course, as I continually gawked at Kristanna, I knew that the other ladies would grow to love her just as much as I did. She was just so nice and friendly, and irresistible. "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 awhile before I finally decide who my favorite really, truly is. At various times I have liked Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy the most. Since yesterday, at least, I am becoming more and more attracted to Trish. Yesterday was... it was... INCREDIBLE." Kristanna smiled at me. "Vat happened yesterday?" "Trish helped me take Lindsay's virginity." "Oh," she 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." "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." "Ahh yes, I remember her from da computer," Kristanna mused. "Devon is da pretty blonde from Pennsylvania, no?" I nodded at her as she added, "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 except Stephanie?" "Stephanie is a real sweetheart," I told her. "But I really haven't had the chance to sit and talk with her yet. Most of my time has been spent with Devon, Pamela and Amy. I just had a three-some with Trish and Lindsay yesterday. I cannot emphasize enough how incredible it was, Krissy." "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." "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 could say that." "I am sorry I could not arrive here earlier," Kristanna frowned. "Had problems vid da passport." "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 can't 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 was some sort of Norwegian name, but I do not know if it had any special meaning or not. Knowing Kristanna the way I do, though, it probably meant something 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 awhile earlier, playing with them." Needless to say, Kristanna was an animal lover. She had grown up on a humongous farm in Norway which was home to a large variety of animals. Over the five 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, Kristanna still considered all of my 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'm always nice to your pussy... cat." "Did yew buy ATV off-road vehicles for all da girls like I suggested yew should?" I smiled at her. "Of course I did. You gave me a big list and I bought everything on it two weeks ago." "Vat about me high score on da pinball machine? Is it still there? 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 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!" "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." * * * 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, where 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 different than what Kristanna 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 fish, 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. Everyone got a good laugh when Stephanie, who worked as a registered nurse in her homestate of Connecticut, claimed that finally, she was no longer _on call_. The 27-year-old went onto say that the telephone ringing and waking her up in the middle of the night was no longer a concern for her. "Let's see my boss find me now - five, 6,000 miles away!" 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 (30)) would LOVE to get their 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 Stephanie 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, it seemed like 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 Devon, Pamela, Lindsay and Amy. I found myself attracted to the Canadian after having witnessed the tender and loving manner in which she helped me take Lindsay's virginity. I felt like wrapping my arms around Trish's body and never letting go because she was such a warm, compassionate person. Kristanna was very observant when she stated earlier that Stephanie was the only woman whom I failed to mention when speaking about potential favorites. I had nothing against Stephanie, mind you. My interaction with her thus far had been mostly null and void, but that certainly did not mean that she was unappealing to me. In fact, I could easily see Stephanie one day emerging from the pack as my favorite. I could see any of the ladies doing that. I thought every single one of them was fantastic, but in their own way. 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, believe it or not, 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 her occupation from her profile. 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'll gladly take all the credit for it, though!" There was another round of laughs in response to the very creative terms before we moved onto another topic. Now, it was Trish's turn to give some details about her profession. She was employed as a certified fitness instructor near her hometown of Toronto. "Sometimes when I run the aerobics class, I wish a big orgy would break out. A lot of the women in that class are real hotties, you know." Everyone seemed to squeal and fidget about at those words... With so much sharing and insight into the people that all of them truly were, I found this particular dinner to be my favorite thus far. I think 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. 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. Stephanie, who stood 5-foot-8, 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 grinned. "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 24-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 countered. "Maybe yew could bring me family here - to island?" Kristanna laughed at her own words 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. "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 the same things that I do in life, too." 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. Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy, even Stephanie. 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 liked 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 large sentence, but after realizing it was the same quote (weeks later, with the help 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 - 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, of course, but I did not want to reside there, either. I lived there before and had no aspirations of ever returning. Geographics had forever blocked any type of real commitment for us. "How is me English?" she asked, looking a bit 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 five years that we've known each other." "I could not speak a lick of English ven ve meet! 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 some day, and while everyone is having a cheese sandwich during lunch break, you'd 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 upon 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. "Why do you slip in Norwegian words like that all the time?" "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, then 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. "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 upon 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 upon 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 the next nine veeks with 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 upon 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." "Lay down on the bed for me." She obliged, but only after leaning over and planting a sensuous kiss upon 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 upon 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 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." 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 vice-tight grip upon 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 upon 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 20 hours today, at 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 am beat. I need some rest. Maybe yew and me can have sex some udder time, ya?" "We have nine 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 five years," I said to the entire group the following morning, as all eight of us were gathered together at the dining room table. "Five 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. Just telling yew and all da udders vat it is dat I am used to... dat is all." "Butter and yam?" Pamela asked, confused. Stephanie giggled. "I think she meant butter and jam." Kristanna focused her attention upon the girls and added, "Jeremy and I have been friends for five 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 60 or 70 times over the past five years." "What is Machu Picchu?" Stephanie 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 grinned. "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," Stephanie 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 me, it was great to see that Lindsay still retained her shy and 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 and I can't imagine you letting her 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. "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!" Stephanie responded. "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." * * * "Yew verr really gentle 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 upon the monitor in front of us - when Trish and I took Lindsay's virginity. "Lindsay is such a pretty ding. It must have been special for yew too, Jeremy." "It was very special," I countered, feeling uncomfortable because I had a raging erection hidden away in my shorts. 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 24-year-old giggled, motioning toward my crotch with her head. Upon 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 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 her talk! 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 Devon, Pamela or Trish," 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 tree 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 don't think Amy was ever happy with her husband. That is why she cheated on him. Personally speaking, I think Amy got married way too young. 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." "What about Lindsay and Stephanie, dear?" I wondered. "You said I could not go wrong with Devon, Pamela or Trish. We've talked about Amy. What about Lindsay and Stephanie?" "Stephanie is easy," Kristanna said. "Dis is yewr sixth day vid all da girls, and Stephanie 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 avile ago dat Stephanie made move on Devon, Trish and Lindsay so far... but not yew. Plus she does not trust yew, yew said." Kristanna giggled and added, "She be afraid dat yew run... slave camp. I could see yew as dominant Master, Jeremy." Kristanna laughed again. "Dat vould be sight to see!" I smiled at her words. "What about Lindsay?" "Lindsay is vay too young for yew." This time, her words made me frown. I was getting to the point in my life - age 30 - where some could say that I was _too old_ for certain individuals. Although I personally do not think there is THAT much of a descripancy between an 18- and 30-year-old, others feel the exact opposite way. I understand their viewpoint, but do not agree with it. "She yust lost her virginity two nights ago," Kristanna added. "She is 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... 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. "She 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 she do. Pamela is da vayvard stripper voo lost her grasp on reality four or five 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." 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. "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, excluding da night 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." 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 is Ragnhild. I compare her to Pamela because I see many similarities between 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." "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 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 well." "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." "ME?" I was _STUNNED_ by her words! "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 11 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 11 years is... I vas only 13 summers old den. _13_! I vas little girl playing on me family farm vid da goats and cows. Yew have let Victoria rule and effect yewr life for much too long. Yew live all alone on dis island for eight 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, a family. But yew choose to stay all alone on dis island." 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." Upon 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!" Suddenly, another monitor flickered to life. Because the system was triggered with the use of motion detectors, the screen overseeing the long corridor that led to my personal suite suddenly popped on. I turned my attention toward it, naturally, and felt overly curious once I noticed that it was Pamela. For some reason, the enchanting young woman was dressed in a large, overflowing trench coat. It looked drab on her, to say the least. Why was Pamela wearing that brown coat anyway? The weather outside was warm, and beautiful... "Looks like Pamela vants to talk to yew," Kristanna said, as the voluptuous vixen made her way up to the entrance of my personal suite and knocked on its door. "I vill stay here - in voyeur room. I vant to catch up on some of da udder events I missed dis past week. I vill look into archives." "Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Yes," she confirmed. "Go and talk to Pamela." After giving Kristanna a full kiss on the lips, I exited the voyeur room and then sealed its wall entrance. I took a moment to look in the nearby mirror and run a brush through my hair, then scurried over to the door and opened it. "Hi Pamela," I greeted her, smiling. She certainly did look odd with that trench coat on. "What can I do for you?" "You were talking about me being a stripper the other day," the 28-year-old cooed as she stepped into the suite and then closed the door behind her. "You were making fun of me, too, Jeremy." Pamela grinned at her own words and wryly added, "I thought you would be interested if I was to... oh, hmmmmm... give you a _lap dance_." I was about to say something, but then the coat came off. I literally drooled at the sight of Pamela, who now looked as hot and as sinfully sexy as she possibly could. I could not believe my eyes as Pamela wore a black leather vest, which was zippered up to only her midriff. Thus, the black bra that barely concealed her large, heavenly breasts was on display. It was decorated with flower-print designs and offered a clear view of her juicy, plump nipples just underneath it. In addition, Pamela wore a leather mini-skirt which was so small and low-cut, she might as well not had it on. Fishnet stockings adorned her legs, and the pair of knee-high boots looked extremely tantalizing on her. The little mini-skirt, stockings and boots were black, just like her bra and vest. With her silky-smooth blonde hair braided up in a stylish, classy manner, Pamela appeared as if she had just stepped out of one of my ultimate fantasies. My heart was pounding within my chest as I stared and gawked at the luscious woman standing before me. Maybe she truly was the woman for me?... "You're going to dance for me?" I breathed, swallowing hard. My whole body was alive with heated, intense arousal as I already knew the answer to that question. "Yes, I am," the seductress replied, the excitement level in her sultry voice readily apparent. "Oh God..." I growled. "Remember the number one rule of lap dancing, Jeremy," Pamela chided me, stepping back. "No touching. Got that?" "No touching?" I exclaimed, somewhat exasperated. "I don't want to have to punish you for breaking the rules," she warned, a naughty grin upon her charming face. The top-heavy blonde took another step back and offered me a very beguiling smile. An instant later, she cupped and squeezed her fabulous breasts with both hands, their flesh rolling underneath her touch. Pamela's face came alive as she purred, "Do you WANT me to dance for you, Jeremy?" Unable to speak, I eagerly nodded my head at her. "Do I turn you on?" Pamela asked, her remarkable body starting to buck and churn about in a sensuous manner. I quickly sensed that was her standard routine for dancing. Pamela turned her back and gyrated her shapely ass for me, which was barely concealed by that mini-skirt, before spinning back around. Her body kept grinding as she teased, "I only want to dance for you if it turns you on, Jeremy." "You're turning me on, big-time," I managed to get out, my eyes wide as I openly gawked at her. "Trust me." In the voyeur room, I wondered what Kristanna thought of this? Pamela pulled her skirt upward for a brief second - long enough to flash me a view of her black G-string - before shoving it back down into place. "Are you getting hard yet?" she wondered, her tone soft and silky. "I just can't tell you how much I like nice, hard cocks, Jeremy." Instead of waiting for me to answer, Pamela simply reached out with her right hand and rubbed the humongous bulge that was stationed within my shorts. "Oooooh," she cooed, her hips swaying back-and-forth in a rhythmic motion. "You are hard, lover. REAL hard. I like that. I like that a LOT." With my own hands, I made a move to grasp and latch onto both of her breasts, but Pamela backed away and shook her head at me. "No touching!" she reminded me, being playful. I let out another exasperated moan, but decided to let the game continue. Soon, I would absolutely ravage this woman. Pamela then placed both hands upon her head and swayed her hips for me once again, her breasts jiggling and bouncing about within the confines of her lacey bra. She trailed both hands down to those big breasts and cupped them for a second time, then massaged them. "I like showing off my body," she said, being coy. "Do you like my body, Jeremy?" "Oh God... you know I do, Pamela. You're so gorgeous." There was a bona-fide reason why I found Pamela to be so very irresistible. That fully-loaded figure of hers, which she now flaunted about with the flair of a seasoned, professional stripper, had something to do with it. "Ohhhhh," Pamela grinned, now hooking her left leg over my right knee and straddling me somewhat there. Her body bounced about in that position for several seconds, but then she recoiled her leg and stood straight up once more. "You like my nice, big breasts?" Pamela asked, in total teasing mode, as she continued to mash and maul them with her hands. I nodded as she added, "Would you like to see my breasts, Jeremy? Do you think you would like that?" "Oh yes," I replied quickly, my cock about to burst within my shorts. I could not believe how sinful and erotic this woman was as she bumped and weaved her body about before me. I could easily tell that Pamela had done a lot of stripping and dancing over the course of the past several years. Pamela undid the zipper upon her vest-like top, and easily shrugged it from her shoulders. The garment fell harmlessly to the floor, and then she unsnapped her lacey black bra in front. The siren pulled its cups outward, baring her big, glorious breasts for my eyes to luxuriate in. Pamela tossed the bra elsewhere, then moaned as she openly massaged and fondled her naked breasts with both hands. Pamela brought a finger to her mouth and wet it, then turned her back to me and giggled. "Like my ass?" she asked, her hips suddenly undulating in a wicked manner. She bent over slightly and leaned up hard against my pelvis, then started to bounce upon it. "Want me to rub my ass all over your cock like this? Does that feel good, Jeremy?" She continued bumping her hips upon my pelvis, saying, "You like my ass all over your cock?" She slapped that curvaceous backside and cooed, "Is my ass tight enough for you, Jeremy?" "Oh God..." I trembled. This was much better than any lap dance that I ever once fantasized about receiving... Pamela kept up the churning and grinding motion for a few seconds before finally withdrawing that luscious ass of hers from my pelvis. She turned back around and trailed both hands down the front of her body, her hips bucking wildly, with a smile upon her face, before undoing the zipper upon the side of her mini-skirt and quickly whisking it away. I took in a deep breath and shook my head in a mixture of lust and appreciation as Pamela continued to dance in front of me, the only articles of clothing remaining on her being a black G-string, fishnet stockings and knee-high boots. "You like it when I tease you like this?" Pamela wondered, still dancing. "You like me doing this, Jeremy?" She paused and moaned, "Hmmmmm... I know I just love it." Pamela then dropped to her knees between my widespread legs, and smiled at the tremendous bulge which was within my shorts. Her eyes locked upon mine, Pamela extended her tongue and swiped away at the lump. Her white teeth then clamped down upon a portion of my shorts' fabric, and she pulled her head back. She then nuzzled her nose upon my aching erection and giggled, her eyes never once leaving my face. The young woman soon rose up to her feet and resumed her erotic dancing routine. "Want me to take my G-string off for you?" she asked, unsnapping a button upon the garments' side which held it together. She held the loose G-string in front of her pussy for several seconds - teasing me - before pulling it away and fully exposing herself to me. "Do you like my pussy?" Pangs of unspeakable lust were coursing throughout my entire body as Pamela then straddled my hips. "Like my naked body all over your body?" she wondered, starting to bounce up and down upon my shaft - as if we were having sex. I needed to get rid of my shorts! "HMMMMM... I _LOVE_ feeling your cock between my legs like this," she moaned, her face flushed with desire. "Your cock is all big, and hard. Hmmmmm... feels so good!" My body overcome with lust, I grabbed Pamela's breasts with both hands and squeezed them roughly. She then jumped off my lap and scurried backwards, shaking a menacing finger at me. I sighed as she playfully scolded me, "No touching, Jeremy! You do that again, and I'll have to tie you up." My eyes went wide in response to those words as Pamela dropped to her knees between my widespread legs once again. She placed both hands upon the side of my hips and looked up at me with a playful expression, then began to grind her luscious breasts upon my pelvis in a wanton, lewd manner. Acting coy and innocent, Pamela continued to gaze up at me as she snickered, "You look so uncomfortable, Jeremy. Oh, you poor baby. Let's see if I can make you feel better." I took in another deep breath as she undid my shorts and reached within my briefs, then pulled my fully erect cock out and let it wobble before her eyes in the open air. "Is that better?" she inquired, still acting innocent. "I think he needed a breath of fresh air, Jeremy." She giggled once more, gently stroking and then kissing the tip of my cock. Pamela stood up and placed both hands upon my head, then brought my face into contact with her breasts. She rubbed my face upon those glorious breasts of hers for several seconds, her hips still undulating, before dropping back down to her knees between my legs. She pulled my shorts and briefs downward, fully exposing my shaft. Pamela tilted her head all the way forward, until its crown was pointing downward. She then rubbed the back of her head upon my erection, which nearly caused me to explode. I loved the feel of her silky-smooth blonde hair upon my skin... "Why don't you suck it?" I asked her, referring to my cock, my tone of voice very flat and uneven. Pamela took a step back upon her knees and flashed me a look. "Suck it? What type of dancer do you think I am, Jeremy?" She huffed playfully and added, "Not me..." Finally, Pamela had pushed me too far. The stripper grunted and squealed with obvious arousal as I clutched both of her shoulders with my hands and literally tossed her onto the bed. Pamela gave me an expectant look as she gazed up at me, her firm thighs already spread wide and parted. I licked my lips at the mere sight of her little pussy, which glistened with its shiny, erotic moisture. I hesitated for a second or two, but then dove face-first right between those luscious thighs. Pamela's body tensed with arousal as I grasped her hips with my hands, my tongue already flicking itself over and across her swollen slit. The voluptuous vixen moaned out her approval, her hands clutching my head, her fingers weaving themselves throughout my short brown hair. The feel of her fingernails upon my scalp sent absolute shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Not only did Pamela have a beautiful pussy, but she had a very delicious one as well. I lapped away at her moist, tender folds, my tongue darting about wildly, my nose sniffing and luxuriating in the scent of her womanhood. That was yet another thing - her pussy smelled wonderful. Everything about Pamela, in fact, was wonderful... I inserted a pair of fingers into that sweet pussy and immediately began to thrust them in-and-out at a rather torrid pace. Pamela clutched her thighs tightly around my head, as well as my hand, as I continually forged those fingers into her. She arched her neck and back high off the mattress, a series of moans and growls emanating from deep within her throat. Obviously, Pamela enjoyed this. Likewise, I was happy to be the one giving her this pleasure. "Oh yeah..." she sighed, her thighs now loosening the dual grip upon my head and hand. "Oh yeah, Jeremy... that's good. That's real good! Hmmmmm... lick my pussy! Lick it! Hmmmmm... come on, lick it. OH YEAH... there. Right there! OH GOD... don't stop! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" I concentrated on her little nub of a clitoris, gently trapping it within my mouth and flicking my tongue across it in rapid-fire succession. Pamela let out a thunderous squeal in response, then pressed her palms upon the crown of my head and applied a generous amount of pressure. She arched her neck and back once again as well, her moans and cries of arousal quickly becoming more loud and heated. I released her clitoris from my mouth, only to then offer it a series of slow, leisurely swipes with my tongue. I got the sense that Pamela was extremely close to an orgasm, which was a bit of a surprise to me. I could get off a beautiful woman like this with my tongue alone, and no foreplay? Then the thought hit me that the wicked lap dance which Pamela had earlier given to me must have excited her as well. It was a combination of both the strip-tease and my oral worship which would ultimately lead toward her orgasm. Whatever the case, I bore down with my lips and tongue, and was intent on bringing this hot, ravenous creature to an earth-shattering climax. Once I inserted a third finger into her glistening folds and pounded away at them, I had succeeded. Pamela roared out at the very top of her lungs, her exquisite pussy literally erupting in a sea of passion. "HMMMMM... GOD!" she screamed out, her head raised as she stared down at me. "GOD YES!" My tongue had already shifted into erotic overdrive, and was busy lapping up the delicious fruits of my labor. Juices seemed to continually ooze from Pamela's pussy; and I was quick to gather it with my tongue and swallow it down my throat. Delicious! "Hmmmmm... yes," Pamela moaned in the aftermath, after she had settled her body back down upon the bed. "Yesssss... Oh Jeremy, you made me cream my pussy." She smiled and coyly added, "I'm going to have to pay you back for that. GOD, lover. You made me feel SO GOOD." "I thought you said I wasn't allowed to touch you," I grinned, finally raising my head from between the silken joining of her thighs. "Did you change your mind?" Pamela moaned and replied, "If you want to lick my pussy like that, Jeremy, you can do whatever you want!" For a moment, I extended my tongue and dabbed away at Pamela's belly button. Then, I trailed my lips and tongue up Pamela's torso - over her midriff and through her vast cleavage - and finally planted a deep kiss upon her mouth. Once our kiss was broken, Pamela smiled up at me and wrapped her arms around my neck in a tender fashion. "It has been awhile, dear Jeremy, since you and I have gotten together like this. Tuesday night was the last time we got close with one another like this." Pamela hesitated for a moment, then kissed my cheek. "Is there any particular reason why we haven't been together since Tuesday night? That was when we had the three-some with Amy." I shrugged my shoulders and replied without thinking, "Not that I can think of..." Pamela giggled at me. "You were with Devon on Wednesday. Thursday night, Trish and Lindsay. Then last night, it was Kristanna. She was with you ALL night. And now, Amy wants to have sex with you tonight." I shrugged my shoulders again. "I guess I'm popular." Pamela waved a finger in front of my face and grinned. "I want you to have your fun with these girls, Jeremy. I know that this island is - at least on the surface - a sex resort. But you told me your REAL reason for bringing me and all of the other girls to the island with you. You want love, and to get married. It's not a sex resort at all. This is like one of those reality dating shows on TV, but with a very erotic twist." "I trust you haven't told anyone..." "Of course not," Pamela responded, shaking her head. "As I was saying, though, I want you to have your fun. I do." "What do you mean?" Pamela took a deep breath before answering, "No matter how many times you have sex with Devon, or Trish, Lindsay, or anyone else, I just want you to remember one thing." "What?" "No one could ever possibly love you, or care for you, more than I would," Pamela said, those words sending a shiver down my spine. "I guarantee you that. No one would ever treat you any better than me. I am not just saying that, either. I mean it. I really do. And no one - and I mean _NO ONE_ - would make you any happier than me. No one." For the time being, I was totally speechless. So, Pamela decided to press on, "I want to be with you." Pamela hugged me fiercely and murmured, "I want you in my life, Jeremy. I want us to be together. We BELONG together." "Pamela..." I sighed, touched by her honesty. She released me from her arms and sniffed her nose. "You have avoided me the past few days." "I have not!" was my defense. "That's CRAZY!" "No, it's not," she countered. "I understand. It is natural. You have a whole group of beautiful women here with you. All of them like you, want to get to know you better. You want to get to know them. You think, maybe, that you jumped the gun a little by telling me that I am your _dream girl_ on just my second day here. Considering the circumstances, and the theme of this place, it's okay. If I were you, I'd want to look around a little bit too, before deciding which girl is the one for me." Was this woman reading my exact thoughts, or something? Pamela grinned at me. "It is my job to show you - to PROVE to you, Jeremy - that I really AM your dream girl. Eventually, you will not even THINK about another woman. I am all the woman you will ever need." She smiled once again, then kissed me. "Just wait. You'll see." When I did not respond, Pamela giggled. "You better be glad that I am not the jealous type, though. Carrying on with all these girls like you have..." "You've spent an awful lot of time with Amy," I told her. "I know I have," Pamela nodded. "Your sex resort idea is a fantasy for me, too. I have been able to let loose and be totally carefree with Amy. But I would trade all of it for a one-on-one commitment from you. Total, true love." Pamela smiled and added, "When you are ready to make that commitment, Jeremy, I'll be waiting for you." Pamela kissed me flush on the lips and concluded, "You're worth the wait."