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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 2

   When I woke up in the morning, I realized that I had not
slept this good in quite a long time.  The sun was already
high in the sky; I looked at the clock and it was precisely
9:08am.  I told the collection of ladies last night that our
first _official_ meeting would be at 10:00am this morning,
so I had an ample amount of time to prepare for it.
   I showered and shaved, but did not rush.  When I was done,
I splashed on some cologne and slipped into a pair of shorts
and a loose-fitting shirt.  I also found a pair of sandals
and exited my personal suite, ready for the 10:00am meeting.
   In the dining room, I put on some coffee for the others
and poured myself a glass of fresh, delicious orange juice.
The girls were drifting in and helping themselves to the
fruit and breads laid out on trays which Louisa, the elderly
housekeeper, had pulled from the walk-in cooler.  Pamela and
Stephanie sipped coffee as the others 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 undivided attention.
   "Ladies..." I said, then all of them looked over at me.
"Hmmmmm, thank you.  Now... did all of you sleep well?"
   Heads nodded and lips smiled.  I caught of glimpse of
the insatiable Amy; there was a dreamy look upon her face
as she nodded her head 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 women had been
in this particular area.  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.  It
seemed to be the perfect place to have a get-together.
   We entered the room and I immediately went to the podium,
where there was a stool for me to sit on.  There were seven
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
DVD discs 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.  The best place to listen to
music, besides your own bedrooms, is the recreation room.
Remember, it is downstairs and accessed by the elevator.
There is also a fully-fledged OmniMAX movie theater located
on the other side of the mansion.  I have a couple of movies
in the OmniMAX format and if any of you would like a list,
all you have to do is ask.  It's that simple."
   "Do you have any PORN?"
   "Amy!..." Pamela playfully chided her.
   I laughed, thinking that Amy would fit real well in porn.
With her checkered past as an unfaithful wife and an appetite
for sexual satisfaction that was second to none, Amy would
most likely go really far in the world of adult movies.
   "There are also plenty of board games, so none of you
should feel complacent in any way."  I paused and went on,
"My first priority is your comfort.  It is really my only
priority.  If there are any problems, complaints or if you
would like to see something added that isn't here... please,
by all means, speak up.  You have access to everything here."
   "Everything?" Trish giggled, looking at my crotch.
   "Whatever is here, is for your use," I responded, not
letting on that I meant that answer with the same double
meaning that Trish had used in her question.  Many of the
girls giggled, though, easily 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 ten weeks here
from amongst 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.  I
want this to be the best ten weeks of all your lives."
   Stephanie raised her hand, and I acknowledged her with a
friendly 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, "I won't
ask any of you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.
I do have set rules which we will go over, but none of them
should be a problem for any of you.  My rules are clear-cut,
basic stuff.  As for OBEYING me, you will never once have a
problem with what I ask of you.  Trust me."
   "What happens if we do have a problem, though?"
   "If you do, let me know," I told Stephanie.  "If any of
you have a problem with what I say to you, ask of you or do
in your presence... let me know.  I'll stop immediately."
   "Our comfort is his only priority," Devon smirked.
   Stephanie nodded and countered, "Sounds fair enough."
   "Good," I returned.  "Now, where were we?  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 bedrooms 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 (my yellow duckie girl (her cute pajamas
from last night)) offered.  Many of the others nodded in
total agreement in response to Lindsay's words.
   "Whenever a meeting is called, everyone must attend.  Can
all of you agree with that?  If so, please raise your hand in
acknowledgment."  Affirmative.  "Furthermore, you will find
me to be a very easy-going sort of guy.  I'm quite lenient
and for the most part, will let all of you do as you please.
As I said, only a few meetings and daily activities will be
required.  And that's about it... except, of course, the
mansion, grounds and the island itself.  Use them as you
wish, but do not abuse them.  That is really the only type
of situation where I would have problems with any of you.
This island is as much your home for the next two and a half
months as it is mine.  Treat it as such.  By that, I mean
take care of it.  Are there any questions?"
   "Can you explain the money payouts?" Lindsay asked.
   "Certainly.  Anyone else wondering about that?"  Several
of the ladies nodded.  "Very well.  Let me go over things so
there won't be any confusion.  As you were informed in the
mail, at the end of these ten weeks, each of you except one
will receive a check for $100,000.  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 very confused with that comment.
That, of course, was excellent.  My plan was in motion...
   "How do we even work that OmniMAX theater if we want to
watch a movie in there?" Trish asked, breaking the silence.
   "Just come to me, dear, and tell me what movie you want
to watch," I answered.  "I'll set everything up for you.
Come to me with any questions, concerns or requests.  I am
here to make sure that all of you have the absolute best time
of your lives.  Anything less on my part is unacceptable."
   Pamela took a sip of her coffee and cooed, "This island
is turning out to be much better than I ever imagined."  Wow,
I said inwardly.  Pamela was SO beautiful.  A hot, ravishing
blonde with a full D-cup; I thought a body like hers only
existed in fantasy worlds.  She had obviously made a ton of
money throughout the past nine years as a stripper.
   But Pamela also came across as quite classy and refined.
I realize that exotic dancers are generally not thought of
in such a light, but Pamela was unique.  She was very unique.
Despite her physical attributes, one would never believe that
Pamela was a stripper unless they already knew it beforehand.
She just seemed too good to be cast in such a profession.
   "I want to try all those arcade machines in the recreation
room," Lindsay offered.  "I just love playing video games."
   "Are there any further questions?"  I waited, but there was
only silence.  I stole another glance of pretty Pamela before
saying, "Thank you, ladies.  That will be all for now."
   "What about that hike you promised us?" Devon wondered.
"You said you were going to take us on a tour of the island."
   "Indeed, I did," was my response.  "In a couple of hours,
perhaps at two o'clock... yes, two, I'll lead anyone who is
interested on a hike to the most majestic waterfall on the
island.  It's a long, tiring hike, so wear some good boots."
   "We're all interested in going," Trish nodded.
   "I don't have any hiking boots," Stephanie fretted.  "I
forgot to bring them with me."
   I smiled at her and commented, "It's okay, dear.  There
are plenty of extra boots and shoes - in all sizes - tucked
away in the storage room.  You'll find a pair in there.  It
is located behind the closed door in the recreation room."
   "You really thought of everything, huh, Jeremy?" Devon
grinned.  "You even got us some extra boots and shoes.  Wow."
   "Of course I thought of everything," I told her.  "I want
everything on the island to be perfect for all of you."
   "We're off to an excellent start," Devon smirked, before
stepping forward and planting another gentle kiss upon my
cheek.  This lovely, curvaceous creature had done me the same
honor last evening at the opening reception.  This time,
however, her friendly kiss was not that big of a surprise to
me.  Still, I enjoyed it greatly.  What normal man would not
enjoy a heartfelt kiss from a woman as beautiful as Devon?
   I did throw a quick glance toward Amy, though.  She was
the first (and thus far, only) woman in the group who had
gotten her clutches into me.  Of course, that happened after
the informal reception party last evening.
   I was curious as to whether or not Amy would show even a
hint of jealousy because Devon had planted that kiss upon my
face.  Fortunately, she did not.  Amy still had that far-out
expression from earlier as she lovingly gazed my way.  It
was like she was in a different world, or something.  I must
have done something right last evening during our encounter.
I still have quite vivid memories of her warm, amazing mouth
wrapped around my cock, sucking and slurping away...
   "If we're allowed to do pretty much what we want, this is
going to be a GREAT summer!" Lindsay chirped.  The sweet and
lithesome teen-ager took a cue from Devon and grazed the side
of my face with a whispery kiss of her own.  She then stepped
back and offered me a tender, sweet smile.
   Trish grinned and placed a reassuring arm around Lindsay's
shoulder, then cooed something into her ear.  Lindsay nodded
and smiled sheepishly in response, while looking at me.  Her
face also turned red in the process.  Lindsay was a doll!
   "Where's my kiss?" Pamela asked, her tone insistent, as
she gazed my way with a playful expression.
   I was about to invite Pamela to come and get one from me,
but Amy stepped in front of her and said, "Here it is."
   Along with the other ladies, I watched with interested
eyes as Amy pressed her lips to Pamela's mouth for a sweet,
probing kiss.  Amy held onto the back of Pamela's head as
their velvety tongues then began to swipe away at each other
between their pressed mouths.  Pamela let out a gentle sigh
and seemed to sag against Amy for a moment as the aggressive
red-head placed a hand upon her shapely ass and squeezed it
rather harshly.  Pamela really seemed to enjoy that.
   Once their kiss was broken, I took a deep breath and
stepped down from the podium.  "Let's go back out to the
dining room and finish our breakfast."

                           * * *

   Most everyone was anxious to walk down to the beach and
take a dip in the ocean after our meal was completed, so I
decided to let them do their thing while sneaking back up to
my personal suite.  Due to the kiss she just placed upon my
cheek - and the light-up-the-darkest-room type of smile that
went along with it - Lindsay was in a running derby with the
likes of Pamela, Devon and Amy as I contemplated which of the
ladies was my early favorite.  It was much too close to call.
   At this stage, could I go wrong with any of them?  Lindsay
had the innocent look going for her, which I found to be
extremely tempting.  She had earlier come to breakfast with
her immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a bushy
pony-tail.  Lindsay looked to be no older than 14 or 15,
though her actual age was 18.  That was extremely tempting
for me.  So was her very nubile, lithe and slender figure.
   Pamela, on the other hand, had the top-heavy look of a
seasoned stripper, which was quite fitting, because that was
how the 28-year-old had made her living for the past several
years.  She had a spectacular body, but also seemed extremely
down-to-earth and likable.  Pamela's personality and demeanor
certainly did not fit the stereotype that comes with being
an exotic dancer.  I could picture the blonde and busty
Pamela as a librarian, solely because of her personality.
As strange as that may sound, it was the honest truth.
   A self-proclaimed _slut_, Amy was easily the most forward
and aggressive of the group when it came to anything sexual.
I could still visualize the sight of Amy from last evening,
when she appeared at the door of my suite wearing nothing
but a little chemise and a smile upon her charming face.
She had an incredible body as well, though it was not quite
as developed or busty as was Pamela's.  Still, that takes
nothing away from Amy.  I liked her just the way she was.
   Everything about Devon thus far seemed to indicate that
she was nothing but a total sweetheart.  It was also clear
that the 27-year-old from Pennsylvania was quite candid and
honest with her feelings.  I still got butterflies in my
stomach as I thought back to last evening, when the lovely,
voluptuous blonde planted that tender kiss upon my cheek out
of nowhere.  It really surprised me, and caught me off-guard.
   Obviously, there was no way that I could go wrong if I
chose my favorite from these four women.  Lindsay was so
fresh and wholesome, while Pamela was the mature and classy
woman of the group.  Amy was an all-out slut - just as she
had told me last evening - and that thought excited me.
Devon was obviously very straightforward and open with her
thoughts, which was a quality that I greatly appreciated.
   Of course, I was not about to sell Trish or Stephanie
short, either.  Trish was a certified fitness instructor
whose physical attributes rivaled those of Pamela's.  My
problem thus far with her was that the interaction between
us had been very brief and limited.  Still, Trish was very
friendly and elegant.  It seemed every time I had looked her
way thus far, she was smiling brightly.  Perhaps that was
because Lindsay was always with her?  If only one thing was
certain on the island thus far, it was that Trish had a
definite attraction for Lindsay.  Who could blame her?
   Stephanie was the type of nurse that hospital patients,
particularly the male ones, could usually only dream about
having come to their bedside.  I am fairly certain that the
stacked brunette looked like an angel of mercy in her white
uniform while she made the rounds at her job.  With any luck,
Stephanie had brought along her nurse's outfit and would one
day model it for me.  Ahh yes... that is a wondrous idea.
   According to the discussion she had with Devon last night,
Stephanie did not fully trust me - or my intentions - yet.  I
certainly understood her concerns, though she seemed to be
the only one who had doubts as to whether or not my ideas
for the upcoming ten weeks were good and genuine.  I would
have to earn her trust over the following days and weeks.
The best way for me to do that would to simply be myself.
   Stephanie did score some definite points in my book,
though, for the way she introduced Devon to the joys of
lesbian sex last evening.  She treated Devon like a true
princess, which I thought was quite fitting.  Now, all I had
to do was work on gaining Stephanie's trust.
   I could easily picture myself falling endlessly in love
with any of these six women.  All of them had qualities and
characteristics that were very near and dear to my heart.
What I had to figure out over the next ten weeks was which
of them appealed to me the most.
   As I briefly mentioned in the prior chapter, my ultimate
reason for bringing these women to the island with me was so
I could, hopefully, find someone to eventually settle down
with, and marry.  I will expound upon that in the future.

                           * * *

   While sipping a glass of fruit punch inside my personal
suite, I suddenly came to the conclusion that at least for
now, Pamela had reclaimed her spot as my favorite lady.  I
went to sleep last evening thinking that it was Amy, but had
now done an about-face and went back to my original favorite.
   I could not get the image of Pamela's immaculate face and
perfect body out of my mind.  The thoughts were haunting me
and causing my cock to stir within my shorts once again.  I
took a big swig of fruit punch, hoping it would settle and
heal my rattled nerves.  Unfortunately, it failed.
   I inhaled a deep breath and then decided to venture back
into the nearby voyeur room.  All of the monitors which
surveyed the guest suites were blank, indicating that none
of the ladies were in them since the system was triggered
with the use of motion detectors.  The screen displaying the
west beach, however, was registering some activity, as well
as the exercise room and library.
   For now, I decided to focus upon the beach.  I zoomed in
with my hidden camera and noticed that the trio of Devon,
Amy and Stephanie were all running along the shoreline,
splashing each other with water and having an overall good
time in their teensy-weensy bikinis.  I quietly wondered to
myself if the bikinis would eventually come off, and these
three ladies would go _au natural_.
   It was a bit surprising to me that Trish and Lindsay -
both of whom I thought would definitely be at the beach -
were now in the exercise room.  Trish was putting her body
through a good workout on a nautilus machine while Lindsay
sat on a nearby bench and watched her and chatted away.
   Trish was quite the fitness freak, I guess, so perhaps
she and Lindsay stumbled across the gigantic exercise room
and the Canadian could not stop herself from trying it out.
There were so many machines and free weights that it could
easily pass for a five-star fitness center.
   Lindsay was so small and frail that I had a difficult
time trying to imagine her lifting any sort of weights.  If
anything, perhaps Trish could bench-press Lindsay herself!
That would be a definite sight to see...
   On the monitor which displayed the expansive library,
Pamela was seated at a table, wearing neat, wire-trimmed
glasses and looking as desirable as ever.  She seemed very
interested in her book, although I could not tell exactly
what it was.  The question then crossed my mind as to why
Pamela was all by her lonesome in the library.  Hmmmmm...
   All of the other ladies were keeping one another company
elsewhere on the island, so I decided that I would try my
hand at offering Pamela some as well.  After sealing the
entrance to the voyeur room, I left my personal suite and
wandered off toward the library.
   When I got there, I was vividly reminded of Pamela's
immense beauty once again.  Never before did I think a
woman could look so luscious while wearing glasses.  In a
strange twist - at least for now - I actually thought that
Pamela looked better with her glasses on instead of off.
They gave her even more of a classy, worldly appearance.
   Of all the women here - for whatever reason - the one
that I seemed to respect the most thus far was Pamela.  I
think it was due to the fact that I got the overwhelming
sense that she was so much better - in so many different
ways - than your prototypical, garden variety stripper.
   However, the 28-year-old still seemed too interested in
her book.  She did, however, look up long enough to offer
me a friendly nod and a smile, but then went right back to
reading.  In a way, I felt deflated.  Pamela was far more
interested in her book than she was in talking with me...
   I took a painful sigh and moved on from the library.  I
should not feel too bad, I told myself.  Perhaps Pamela was
one of those people who enjoyed throwing her heart and soul
into a book, and did not want to be disturbed.  Hopefully, I
would be the object of her undivided attention one day.

   Adjacent from the spacious living room was the sliding
glass door, which led outside.  I decided to take that route
while getting rid of my shirt.  Then, I dove head-first into
the pristine, infinity-edged pool and began swimming several
laps back-and-forth.  Not only was this good exercise for me,
I inwardly told myself, but it was also a tremendous amount
of fun.  Swimming was one thing that I definitely enjoyed.
   My spirits seemed to enliven moments later, however, once
I came up for a breath and noticed Pamela standing outside
the sliding glass door, watching me.  She was dressed in a
pair of denim cut-offs and a loose-fitting, silky blouse.
Her glasses, however, were a thing of the past.
   "Hi there," I greeted her, wanting to sound as friendly
as possible.  "Had enough of your book?"
   "For now," was her response, as she clasped both hands
together at her waist and leaned back against the door.  "I
thought I would look in and see if you were skinny-dipping.
I see you're not."  Pamela grinned at her own words.
   "Were you hoping?" I teased her.
   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."
   "Actually, it's the winter," I advised her.  "We're near
the equator, remember?  It is winter-time right now in this
part of the world.  Yet, it's still swimming weather."
   "That's good to know," the blonde smirked.  "It wouldn't
be as fun right now if we went around dressed like Eskimos.
Winter in June... what a concept."
   I swallowed hard as Pamela shifted her weight from one
foot to the other.  It was a subtle move on her part, but
also powerfully erotic to my adoring eyes.  I wondered if she
did that on purpose to get a reaction from me?  "You have a
good point.  Hey there, dear... want to go for a swim?"
   Pamela grinned, but shook her head.  "No, not right now.
Maybe in a little while, but not now."
   I held back an evil chuckle before telling her, "I'll go
skinny-dipping with you if you want me to.  Of course, you
will have to go skinny-dipping too, you know."
   She laughed.  "I think it's time I go back to my book."
   "What are you reading?"  I tried to keep the conversation
going, but Pamela quickly turned and went right back into the
mansion.  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 lush 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 more
laps around the pool, but it was futile.  I felt as if I
needed to have sex once again.  It would be the only way I
could get rid of this tension and desire within my body.

   I got out of the pool and dried off, then decided to go
back to my suite.  I went directly into the voyeur room and
just like before, found the same television monitors active.
Trish and Lindsay were still in the exercise room, while
Pamela was perched at the table in the library, reading.
   As I eyed the screen which displayed the picturesque west
beach, I could tell that the tide was not as high today as
it usually was.  Still, the tranquil sound of the incoming
waves as they rolled onto the beach was always relaxing.
There was not a single cloud in the sky; it was blue for as
far as the eye could see.  The air there was always soft and
pure, and had that tropical smell which was so intoxicating.
   The island really had a lot to offer.  In addition to the
sprawling beaches and various waterfalls, there was the sheer
beauty of the forest, the grandeur of a dormant volcano and
the breathtaking views atop high-steeped peaks and cliffs.
   But few things could compare to the beaches, which were a
wonderful place to heal jaggled nerves.  I could sit there
for hours on end and simply meditate, and feel much better
because of it.  If I were to stay there all day long, I would
later witness the sun sinking into the Pacific Ocean amidst
a blaze of glorious tropical colors.  That was, without a
doubt, the most stunning sight of all on the entire island.
   For as beautiful as the beach was, however, it did not
even come close to comparing with the trio of Devon, Amy and
Stephanie as they all lay together upon the sun-kissed sand.
Much to my delight, all three of the ladies seemed to be deep
in conversation.  Intrigued, I quickly flipped the hidden
microphone on so I could eavesdrop...
   "We're all horny, thinking about the summer," Amy mused.
I would have to inform her that it was the winter-time, too.
   "I definitely agree with that," Stephanie nodded.  "We're
going to spend so much time with one another over the next
two or three months.  I can't believe it."  The 27-year-old
tenderly caressed one of her own big breasts and said, "Maybe
we're all going to turn into a mob of pussy-hungry lesbians!"
   Devon laughed and countered, "I already am pussy-hungry,
but I'm surely no lesbian.  I love cock too much."
   "Have you learned anything more about Jeremy, Devon?" the
brunette wondered.  "I know he is a project for you."
   "I haven't had the chance to speak to him one-on-one yet."
   "He's going to be the only man we see until we leave the
island," Stephanie murmured.  "There is no possible way that
he can satisfy all of us.  No possible way."
   "He better," Amy remarked in a stern tone, which made my
body shiver with absolute lust.
   "What happens if he is not interested in us?" Stephanie
said to her two friends.  "Maybe all he wants to do is watch
us have sex with each other.  Some guys are like that."
   "I guarantee you that he is interested," Devon responded.
"I saw the way he looked at us.  If anyone wants to fuck
him, all they have to do is go up to him and tell him so."
   Stephanie shrugged her shoulders, which caused her large
breasts to bounce about in an enticing manner.  "What about
if seducing him is against the rules?  I don't want to ruin
my chances at the big money pay-out at the end.  I don't know
about you two, but I could really use a half-million bucks."
   "You can always ask, but I don't think seducing him is
against the rules," Devon offered, before turning toward Amy.
"What about you?  Have you gotten anything out of him?"
   The 29-year-old sat up and grinned, "Yes, I did."
   Devon raised up as well, and looked at Amy with an eager
expression.  "What?  Tell us."
   Amy smiled and replied, "He's one hell of a fuck.  That's
what I found out - just last night."
   "What?" Stephanie 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 silky, flame-red hair
away with a single hand, then let out a content sigh.
   Devon 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
from last evening.  "When I finally went back to my room, I
could barely walk.  Pamela asked what was wrong, but I told
her nothing was wrong.  I told her everything that happened
with Jeremy."  My eyes went wide as Amy continued, "Pamela
sucked his cum right out of my pussy.  She loved it!"

   WHOA!...  My heart began racing with those nasty words.
Pamela sucked my sperm right out of Amy's pussy?  Intense...
   I could envision the scene now.  Amy sprawled out across
the bed - her thighs spread wide - with Pamela on her elbows
and knees, her tongue buried deep in the seductress' little
pussy.  Oh my... Pamela extracting a big glob of sperm from
Amy's folds, and then swallowing it down her hungry throat.
What a perverse, but very exciting thought!

   "What are you trying to do?" Stephanie 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 in his jeans yesterday, I
just couldn't resist giving it a try."
   Devon made a face.  "HEY!  What about the rest of us?"
   Stephanie snapped and complained, "Ten whole weeks on an
island with just one cock and Amy has already claimed it."
   "No way!" Devon said.  "Amy can't claim it for herself!"
   Stephanie giggled and countered, "You see, Amy... Jeremy
is a pet project for Devon.  She really likes him."
   "I think all of us like him," Amy breathed.  "He's very
nice and sweet.  What is there not to like about him?"  I
smiled as she added, "I wasn't trying to claim him for
myself.  And it had nothing to do with the money.  All I
wanted to do was get fucked.  I was so horny last night,
thinking about what these next ten weeks will be like.  I
was thinking about all of you girls, too."
   "How was he?" Devon squealed, with an inquisitive look.
   "Wonderful!" Amy gushed.  "I haven't had an orgasm like
that from a single man in quite some time."
   "A single man?" Stephanie asked, somewhat confused.  "What
do you mean?  You prefer married men, or something?"
   Amy laughed.  "No, not exactly.  A single man as in ONE
man.  Back home in Ohio, I'm used to being gang-banged.  I
have a group of five boyfriends who I see every weekend.
They come over to my apartment and basically stuff me full."
   "Hmmmmm," Devon purred.  "Sounds VERY intriguing!"
   "I've never been with more than one guy," Stephanie openly
admitted.  "But where I live, in Connecticut, I get together
with some friends I had when I was still in nursing school
quite a bit.  There's ten of us, me included.  Ten girls."
She grinned and added, "We all get together and fuck each
other silly, in big daisy-chains orgies.  Talk about fun!"
   "Sounds like it..." Devon murmured.
   "My favorite part is when we put on blindfolds," Stephanie
continued.  "Most of the time, I have no idea whose pussy I
am eating, or who is eating my pussy.  All I can do is search
for the closest pussy, and start licking away."
   "That sounds incredibly hot," Amy commented, massaging
one of her big breasts with an open palm.  She turned toward
Devon and said, "What about you, honey?  Anything wild?"
   "Not really," the luscious blonde replied.  "I had a
boyfriend for seven years and running, but we broke up a few
months ago.  I was totally faithful and monogamous to him."
   "Oh, you poor thing," Amy squealed, patting Devon on the
shoulder.  "I'm sorry to hear that you broke up with him."
   "His name was Barrett," Devon pouted.  "But don't feel
sorry for me because the guy was a total jerk.  I should
have gotten rid of him a long, long time ago.  If you want to
hear a wild experience about me, I have to go back to high
school to tell a story.  It's been that long."
   "I love stories," Stephanie grinned.  "Tell us a naughty
story about something you did in high school, Devon."
   The young woman paused before saying, "Hmmmmm... okay.  I
had a boyfriend in high school.  Let me say that his name
was Tim, and he was the quarterback of the football team.  I
was the captain of the cheerleading squad, naturally."
   "That doesn't surprise me," Amy snickered.  "Blondie..."
   Devon smiled and continued, "Well, during one game, Tim
was tackled real hard by a defensive lineman or linebacker -
I'm not really sure which.  But he was roughed up pretty bad,
and taken out of the game.  I took a little break to go over
and see how Tim was doing.  He was in a lot of pain and
needed some... help.  The type of help that only _I_ could
give him.  So we snuck off and went under the bleachers."
   "I started sucking him off, which made his pain go away
just a little bit.  One thing led to another, and then we
did a full-on doggie."  Devon paused and grinned, "It was
the most OUTRAGEOUS thing to watch a football game going on
right in front of me, while being FUCKED from behind..."
   "Underneath the bleachers?" Stephanie gushed.  "With all
those fans and spectators above you?  You weren't spotted?"
   "Fortunately, no," Devon swooned.  "But it was intense.
It was the most crazy thing I have ever done in my LIFE."
   "I bet he fucked you in your cheerleading uniform, too,"
Amy speculated.  "Guys love cheerleaders."
   "Yes," Devon nodded.  "Tim wouldn't let me take it off!"
   Suddenly, I flipped the audio switch off and took a deep,
ragged breath.  Listening to the trio of ladies as they
shared intimate details about themselves with one another
had not only caused my heart to pound wildly in my chest,
but also for my cock to bulge and ache in tremendous lust.
I could not take much more of this without going insane!
   And yet, this was just my second day with these ladies.
I could look forward to ten whole weeks of this!  (!!!)

                           * * *

   After clearing my senses - at least somewhat - 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 an extremely
important matter of business.  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 life was doing these days.  Of
course, they knew nothing about my newfound harem.
   Moments later, I decided to go back to the library with
the hope of finding Pamela there so we could stir up our own
discussion.  Much to my delight, I found the blonde and buxom
goddess reading a book at the circular table.  Pamela was so
involved with her reading that she did not even realize that
I was also in the library until I made my way over to her.
   "Of all the books in here," I gently said, looking at its
title, "THAT is the one I would have least expected to see
you reading."  I offered Pamela a smile as she glanced up at
me.  "I'm not disturbing you... am I?  I'll leave if I am."
   "No, not at all," Pamela responded, motioning for me to
take a seat across from her at the table.  She then peeked
at the cover of her book and mused, "You would not expect me
to read a book about Egyptian artifacts, huh?  Let me tell
you that I love to read ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that has to
do with the mythology of Egypt.  I am fascinated by it."
   Egyptian artifacts?  The _mythology of Egypt_?  Not only
was Pamela beautiful, obviously, but she was also smart and
well-schooled.  I knew nothing about either of the subjects,
unfortunately.  "That begs a question... 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.  I am a
member of _Mensa_ too, F-Y-I."  Ahh yes, _Mensa_.  The group
for those individuals with incredibly high IQ ratings...
   "I would never accuse you of being an air-head," was my
response.  "Me, maybe.  But not you.  Definitely not you."
   Pamela laughed.  "That's good to know."
   Once again, the thought crossed my mind that Pamela looked
downright irresistible with those reading glasses on.  Maybe
I was developing a new, unique fetish?  Of course, Pamela
looked downright irresistible without her glasses on, too.
Or any other piece of clothing or accessory under the sun.
But I had a strange attraction for her wire-trimmed glasses.
   "I think some of 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 shook her head.  "I had no idea where
they went.  The last time I saw the others was at the
breakfast table this morning."  She placed a marker in the
book and set it down upon the table.  "I felt like checking
out the library, you know.  I just LOVE books."
   I nodded at her.  "I remember from your profile that you
are an avid reader.  You read several books a week, yes?"
   Pamela frowned for an instant and shrugged her shoulders.
"If I'm not working, I'm usually home - reading a book."  A
smile flashed across her lovely face as she added, "Most of
the employees at the neighborhood library know me by name."
   "How could they forget a beautiful woman like you?"
   Pamela smiled.  "Thank you, Jeremy."
   "Feel free to shut me up at any given time," I advised
her.  "I don't want you to think that I am prying, or being
nosey.  I just... why... why are you a stripper?"
   "Why do you ask that?"
   I shrugged my shoulders.  "I have never met a stripper
before.  I have never even been in one of those places, so I
cannot really say what it is like.  But I know the stereotype
that goes along with being a stripper."  I paused for a
moment, attempting to find the right words within myself to
say to her.  I did not want to offend or upset Pamela in any
possible way.  "You just seem... so much better than that."
   Pamela tilted her head to the side and looked at me for
several seconds.  I got the sense that she was judging the
sincerity of my words via my expression.  I meant what I had
said, of course, so hopefully Pamela came to that conclusion.
   "Why are you a stripper?" I asked again.  "Is it because
of the money?  I imagine with a body like yours, you make a
nice living for yourself.  You must get a lot of tips."
   "I am a stripper because it helps pay the bills and lets
me lead the type of life that I want to lead," Pamela said.
"At least, financially.  I know it may not be much to you,
Jeremy, since you're obviously worth millions and millions
of dollars with this mansion and island.  But I live with my
sister, Candace, in a really nice apartment.  A penthouse,
actually.  I have a 2000 _BMW 323ci_ convertible.  I'm going
to sell it for $35,000, or thereabouts, and might buy a new
car twice that expensive."  She paused, allowing me to take
those words in.  "Being a stripper lets me and my sister
live in a very nice, upscale penthouse.  It lets me afford
to own a _BMW_.  Our quality of life would not be near as
good as it is now if I was say... a waitress."
   "Your sister... Candace?  You two are close?"
   "Candace is my best friend," Pamela admitted.  "She is a
couple of years younger than me.  25, to be precise.  I have
another sister, Paula, who is 33.  But Paula is married and
has her own family.  I have lived with Candace for the past
seven years - ever since she graduated from high school."
   "What type of work does your sister do?  Candace?"
   "She works at a flower shop in [city name] and goes to
college on a part-time basis," Pamela replied.  "Candace is
hoping to get into the world of science one day."
   I smiled at those words.  "She must be smart - like you."
   Pamela giggled.  "I come from a smart family, I guess."
   "I imagine that you take care of your sister in terms of
finances?" was my next question.  "Unless your sister is the
manager or owner of the place, I just cannot imagine that
she makes a whole lot of money at a flower shop.  Plus, you
live in a very expensive and deluxe penthouse, you said."
   "I handle 90 percent of our expenses," Pamela nodded.  "I
made over $100,000 last year alone, and have three times that
in the bank.  I've been a stripper for nine years.  Candace
is my baby sister.  I am happy to give her a good life."
   "What about your parents?"
   Pamela shrugged her shoulders.  "I get along with my mom
and dad, I guess.  But they have never approved of me being a
stripper.  And they do not approve of Candace living off of
my money because of where it comes from."  She puckered her
lips together and added, "Doesn't really matter, though."
   "But you are studying to be a schoolteacher, correct?"
   "Yes," Pamela answered.  "I get my degree next year.  I
cannot strip forever, you know.  But I am going to do it for
as long as they let me, and save as much money as possible.
The $300,000 I have in the bank - I try to never touch it.
The only thing I want to do with it is add onto it.  I know
I will have a NORMAL job one day.  Probably sooner than I
think, too.  I'm not 21 anymore.  I'm 28."
   "Even without ever having been to your club, dear, I
already know that you are the best-looking girl there."
Pamela smiled as I continued, "I am sure that the powers
that be will let you work there for as long as you want."
   "I don't know," Pamela fretted.  "I'm the oldest girl
there - by far.  I think the next youngest is 23.  24, max.
I cannot tell you how many girls I have seen come and go
over the years.  Most of them do not last but a couple of
months.  Some even a few weeks.  Why, I have seen some girls
quit even after their first hour.  But I'm the one constant.
I've been working there for nine years - since I was 19.
The next girl in terms of seniority is three years."
   I felt like telling Pamela that there were much better
ways for her to make her money in life.  But on the other
hand, I did not want to offend her.  Thus, I held back on
my comment.  She did not need to live in a glitzy penthouse
and parade around town in a _BMW_.
   In my eyes, at least, Pamela would make a great librarian.
Money would be much tighter, of course, and Pamela would not
be able to afford many of the luxuries in life that she now
enjoys.  But I felt as if it would be a much better fit for
her.  To me, anything is better than being a stripper.  I am
not saying one negative thing about anyone in her profession,
either.  I just thought Pamela was so much better than this.
   I did not like the idea of Pamela exposing and degrading
herself to what must have been thousands and thousands of
strangers over the past nine years.  I may never have been
to a strip club, but I had a pretty good idea of what went
on in those places.  Vulgar, drunk men who are lewd and
totally disrespectful toward the dancers, shelling money out
of their wallets for a _lap dance_ which lasted for three or
four minutes.  Not every man is that way at those places, of
course, but I imagine that a healthy percentage of them are.
It only takes one bad apple to ruin the bushel, you know.
   Personally, if I was a woman, I could never work in such
a place.  No amount of money could get me to subject myself
to what Pamela must have endured for the past nine years.
   However, Pamela seemed very at ease and content with her
career.  So really, who was I to judge, or tell her what to
do with her life?  I may not agree with it - again, Pamela
seemed SO MUCH BETTER than your prototypical stripper - but I
was not going to say anything negative to her about it.  It
was not my place to do so, and I would be out of line.
   "What else can you tell me about yourself?" I inquired,
wanting to change the subject.  "What do you enjoy in life?"
   "Reading," Pamela responded, picking up the book about
Egyptian artifacts and showing it to me.  "As I told you
earlier, if I'm not working, I'm reading.  I love to read."
   "Don't you ever go out?"
   She shook her head.  "No, not really.  I work three or
four nights a week, sometimes more.  Each shift is nine or
ten hours long.  The place opens at seven o'clock and does
not close until four or five in the morning, depending on
business.  I have terrible sleeping hours.  It's not that I
don't have the time to go out, because I do.  I just don't
WANT to go out, that's all.  I'm pretty boring, actually."
   I smiled.  "I very seriously doubt that you are boring."
   "Well, I haven't been on a date in eight months."
   "Why is that?"
   "I want to find someone who likes me for the person that
I am inside, not outside," Pamela replied.  "In my line of
work, that is very difficult to do.  I am so used to being
viewed and looked at as nothing more than an object."
   "I like you for who you are, Pamela."
   The young woman frowned and tilted her head at me.  "I've
caught you looking at me - checking me out - several times
already, Jeremy.  I have been here less than 24 hours."
   "I cannot help but to look at you because you are a very
beautiful woman," I admitted.  "But I am just as interested
in the person inside of you, if not more."  I extended both
arms and held my hands out.  "We've been talking for several
minutes here.  I don't know about you, but I am enjoying
this conversation.  I'm perfectly content with this."
   Pamela laughed.  "You are running a sex resort, Jeremy,
and yet you are perfectly content to sit here and talk?"
   I cringed at her words.  "This is not a sex resort.  Call
it that if you wish, but it's far from the truth."
   "But the information packet I got in the mail said..."
   "Disregard what it said," I interjected, cutting her off.
"You can do whatever you please over the next ten weeks.  If
you don't want to have sex, Pamela, then don't have it.  I
just want you and all of the other girls to be comfortable
and happy here.  Believe it or not, but you are the boss.
I'm not the boss here.  You are.  The others are.  Not me."
   "Why did you bring us here?" Pamela asked in a suspicious
tone.  Actually, it seemed as if she was more confused than
suspicious.  Whatever the case, I could not tell Pamela that
I was on a personal crusade to find my soul-mate and eventual
bride in life.  Not yet, anyway.
   "I brought you and the others here, Pamela, because I
enjoy the company," I said.  "Aside from the housekeeper
Louisa - who is only here when I have guests - and a very
close, dear friend of mine named Kristanna who visits me
from time to time, I'm all alone on this island.  The only
other people who have ever come here are family members of
mine.  But they only come once or twice a year."
   "Amy was saying something about Kristanna," Pamela mused.
"Amy said you mentioned her last night.  Who is she?"
   "Kristanna is a friend of mine," I answered.  "She is
from Norway.  Kristanna was hoping to be here yesterday to
meet and greet all of you girls upon your arrival."
   "Oh?"
   "Hopefully, Kristanna will be here in a couple of days.
She ran into some problems with her passport in Norway.  I
am hoping she will be here by the end of the week.  You'll
like her, Pamela.  Kristanna is a real sweetheart."
   "Is she bi-sexual like the rest of us?"
   "Yes," I nodded.  "Kristanna will be staying with us for
the next ten weeks, whenever she finally shows up."  I
reached into my shirt pocket and pulled out a 3x5 photograph
of a tall, slender blonde smiling and posing next to a horse,
decked out in riding pants, a white t-shirt and denim jacket.
I offered it to Pamela and said, "This is Kristanna."
   "She is very pretty," Pamela remarked, inspecting the
photograph.  "Is she your girlfriend, or something?"
   I chuckled at those words.  "No, not quite.  A friend.  A
wonderful friend, but just a friend.  Not my girlfriend."
   "That horse... was this picture taken on the island?  I
have always wanted to go horseback riding."
   "The information packet you got in the mail promised many
things," I reminded her.  "One of them was a horse stable."
   "It also promised a sex resort," Pamela said.
   "This island can be a sex resort if you want it to be a
sex resort," I commented.  "All you have to do is find a
willing partner.  I'm sure that won't be difficult for you."
   Pamela laughed.  "I haven't had sex in eight months."  She
hesitated for a moment, then grinned.  "Until last night."
   "Last night?" I inquired, suddenly very curious.  Ahh yes,
I said to myself.  Earlier, I eavesdropped on the discussion
(with the help of my voyeur room) at the beach where Amy
told Devon and Stephanie that Pamela sucked my sperm out of
her pussy with her lips and tongue.  Suddenly, I wondered if
Pamela enjoyed the taste of my man-seed.  Pamela could have
another taste if she wanted to.  All she had to do was ask...
   Pamela smiled and shook her head.  "I shouldn't have said
anything.  I'm not the type to kiss and tell."
   "You had sex with Amy?"
   "No comment," she grinned, shaking her head.
   No comment?  No problem.  I could always re-live their
sexual encounter in the voyeur room at any given time.  All
activities here on the island were being archived onto the
computer system.  I would have to review the footage from
last evening at the earliest opportunity.
   "At least you seem like a nice guy."
   "Why do you say that?"
   Pamela shrugged her shoulders.  "I wouldn't want to come
to a sex resort where the guy running it is a total pervert.
I deal with enough of them at my job.  This is supposed to
be a vacation, you know.  Something out of the ordinary."
She paused, lost in thought for a moment.  "You still did not
tell me why you brought all of us girls here."
   "Yes I did - because I enjoy the company."
   "The REAL reason," Pamela insisted.  "Why?"
   The time was not right for me to tell Pamela that I was
on a mission to find my bride in life.  I had known her and
all of the other ladies for less than 24 hours.  It is not
that I did not trust Pamela with the whole truth, or think
she would take it the wrong way.  It was just too early in
our relationship.  That was the reason.  It was too early.
   "If I did not enjoy your company, why else would I have
brought you and the others here?" I told Pamela.  "Except
for Kristanna and the one or two times my family comes and
visits me each year, I'm all alone.  Louisa does not count.
I enjoy the company, Pamela.  That is why you are here."
   "You're not telling me the whole truth."  Wow, I said to
myself.  Not only was Pamela smart and intellectual, but she
was also very perceptive.  "It's okay, though, Jeremy.  I'll
find out eventually.  I'm the type of person who has to know
everything.  I'll figure you out sooner or later..."
   Actually, I would welcome that.  I wanted Pamela to know
everything about me - but in due time.  Her stunning beauty,
combined with a fresh and friendly attitude, an unending
quest for knowledge and, most importantly, the desire to one
day get married and settle down had catapulted Pamela to the
head of the class.  She was my favorite of all of the women
here - bar none.  Whether she was an exotic dancer or not, I
could definitely see this wondrous woman as my future wife.
   "Are you going to kiss me or not?"
   Pamela's question caught me off-guard.  So much so, in
fact, that I found myself doing a double-take.  "Wh-What?"
   "You were going to kiss me at the big, official meeting
before breakfast... remember?" she mused.  "Amy stepped in
at the last second and kissed me instead."  Pamela glanced
around in all different directions, then focused upon me and
offered a glittering smile.  "No one is in our way now."
   I gulped my throat.  "Do you want me to kiss you?"
   "Yes, I do."
   What seemed like an awkward situation at first - once I
leaned my head across the table - quickly changed to a
moment of total delight when my lips met Pamela's for a kiss.
Once she grasped my hand with her own and held it tightly, an
erotic tremble ran throughout my entire body.
   Pamela pressed her tongue between our lips and found my
own, causing my body to rumble and vibrate down to its very
core.  I met her tongue with my own like a sword swinging
into battle.  Suddenly, what started out as a gentle and
loving kiss had quickly transformed into a very heated,
passionate exchange of lips and tongues.  It seemed as if
this carnal woman wanted to totally devour me!  YES!
   Just as soon as our kiss started, though, it was over.  I
was temporarily stunned as Pamela broke our kiss off and
pulled back, a starry, wide-eyed expression upon her face.
She took a deep breath and then gazed at me for several
seconds.  Finally, Pamela spoke, "Whoa... that was nice."
   "Very nice, indeed," I nodded, short of breath.  All of a
sudden, I realized that my shaft was as hard as a rock.  It
was pulsing and bulging so much in my shorts that it ached.
   Pamela tilted her head to the side and looked at me with
an inquisitive expression, but soon a smile flashed across
her lovely, elegant face.  She removed her reading glasses,
which was somewhat of a disapointment to me.  "That was the
first time I kissed a guy in well over a year."
   "Really?" I asked, surprised.  "I thought you said it was
eight months.  That was your last date, correct?"
   Pamela's smile widened.  "I didn't say that date was with
a guy."  My eyes went wide as she coyly added, "It was with
one of the girls at the strip club."
   "How did that work out?"
   This time, Pamela had to forge a smile.  "It didn't work
out.  Her name was Kitana.  We're still friends, I guess."
   "Why didn't it work out?  If you don't mind my asking..."
   "We went to a restaurant where there were families and
kids around, and she wanted to make out with me right in
front of everyone," Pamela replied.  "I may be a little bold
and adventurous, but nowhere near like that.  It's one thing
for a woman to hug and kiss on a guy in a public place.  It
is something else for a woman to do that with another woman.
I'm not looking to broadcast my sexual orientation in front
of a group of strangers like that.  Especially kids.  We did
go back to her apartment and wound up having sex, though."
   I nodded my head and offered her smile.  "Sounds like your
friend enjoyed living in the fast lane.  Rest assured that
you can hug and kiss on me all you want, though, dear."  The
28-year-old giggled as I added, "I don't think that anyone
here is going to be shocked or offended if you do.  And you
do not have to worry about kids seeing you.  None are here."
   "Do you like children, Jeremy?"
   "I love kids."  Pamela smiled as I continued, "I want to
have three or four, maybe even five kids, one day."
   "I want to have a bunch of children too," Pamela swooned,
her expression conveying the notion of what it would be like
if I was the father of her children.  She rolled her head in
an innocent fashion and lamented, "I just haven't found the
right man to settle down with yet."
   "Who knows?" I countered.  "Sometimes you can meet the
person who is best suited for you in the strangest place."
   "Like a tropical island in the middle of the ocean..."
   My heart fluttered at her comment.  "Sounds good to me."
   Suddenly, Pamela stood up and slowly walked around to my
side of the library table.  Pamela glanced downward and our
eyes locked as one for several seconds, before she took a
step back and licked her lips.  Then, without any warning,
Pamela made her boldest move yet by plopping herself down
upon my lap.  She curled her slender arms around my neck and
shoulders, then pressed her lips to mine.
   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 could not believe it.
   I was quickly becoming overwhelmed by this woman.  The
intoxicating smell of Pamela, the taste of her luscious lips
and her small, delicate 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 wanted this woman - right now.
I needed her more than anything in the whole, wide world.
   During our shared kiss, I managed to undo several buttons
upon her blouse and pull it open.  She wiggled her shoulders
several times in succession, until the blouse loosened and
fell harmlessly to the floor.  I used this opportunity to
squeeze and knead her left breast through the fabric of her
silky, white bra with my hand, luxuriating in its plump
firmness.  She let out a squeal as I moved a few fingers
underneath the cup of her bra and pinched her nipple, my
lips and tongue savoring her delicious mouth.  Eventually,
however, Pamela broke the kiss and looked into my brown eyes
with a dreamy, lust-ridden expression upon her face.
   She slipped her hand inside my shorts and gripped the
base of my erection, then smiled.  "Are you sure the other
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."
   "Trish and Lindsay are together in the exercise room," I
managed to get out, unsnapping her bra in back and then
disposing of it.  "They will be there for awhile."
   "As long as they stay there..." she nodded.
   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.  Now, she was stroking my erection in
plain sight, as I massaged both of her breasts with my own
hands.  It was a very intense moment - to say the least.
   Pamela broke the kiss, which disappointed me momentarily.
I was quickly overcome with lustful desire, however, as she
soon dropped to her knees and assumed the fellatio position.
Pamela tightly grasped my cock and while looking up into my
eyes, slapped it against her chin three times, giggling.
   "It's been awhile since I did this," was her comment.
"Let me see if I remember how to do it."
   Grinning, Pamela's eyes never lost contact with mine as
the head of my cock then disappeared into her wondrous mouth.
   I groaned in pure arousal, realizing that my shaft was
fully jammed against the back of her mouth, as she massaged
my aching testicles with both of her hands.  Pamela kept that
same position for several seconds, looking up into my eyes
while moaning and panting out with her own sheer desire.
   I quickly got the sense that Pamela was just as turned on
as I was - if that was possible.  She was burning up!
   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
rate of speed.  At the same time, she massaged and tweaked
my testicles with her fingertips.  I could really do nothing
but toss my head back and moan in undeniable passion.
   The blonde bombshell took my cock out of her mouth for a
spell and lapped at my testicles, 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 ferocious nature that words could never 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 throughout her immaculate, long-flowing hair.
   "You're beautiful, sweetheart," I moaned, looking down at
her.  Pamela's response was a cock-filled smile and giggle.
   The wicked seductress withdrew my erection from her mouth,
lapped away at my testicles and then swallowed my length once
again.  She repeated the same process, over and over again,
several times.  Soon, her head plunges became quicker, which
caused me to moan and groan even louder than before.  I was
becoming lost in a sea of wicked stimulation.

   What an remarkable woman, to say the least.  Is there a
better feeling in the world - at least for a man - than
having a beautiful lady perched on her knees in front of you,
orally servicing your cock?  Some may disagree, but I really
cannot think of one.  Nothing even compared to this for me.
   What made this even better was that Pamela was the total
embodiment of the ultimate fantasy girl.  Blonde and overly
busty with a ferocious sexual appetite, women such as Pamela
were only supposed to exist in centerfold magazines.  But
she was here right now - with me - on my island.  What good
had I done to deserve this?  Thank you, God.  Thank you!

   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 erection was all the way
embedded within her mouth and throat, without a trace of
it exposed.  Then, the eruption inside my body took place.
   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 semen went straight into her mouth, with
big globs of it splattering across her teeth in the process.
I grasped my cock and stroked it fiercely, wanting to spray
even more of my seed into her hungry, awaiting mouth.
   I was successful, at least partially, as half of my next
blast landed on Pamela's pretty face and lovely 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.
Soon, there were two thick, gooey strands of hot 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 desire.  Of course, she swallowed it whole.
   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 very beautiful sight to behold, however.
   "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's?" Pamela asked, in a quizzical tone.
"I know she went to your room last night."
   "Amy was fabulous, dear, but no one compares to you."
   The buxom stripper smiled at me while rising to her feet.
She grasped my hand and pulled me into a standing position
as well.  Then, 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 and
squeezed it roughly, then managed to slip her tight-fitting
denim shorts downward, and off.  When her G-string followed,
Pamela was just the way I wanted her - completely nude.
   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.  I've waited long
enough to be with a man again.  Please... now..."
   With the enchantress soon 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 burrowed the tip of my shaft into Pamela's opening and
watched as her face turned red with hot passion and desire.
Both of us groaned as I then 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 one another, 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.  In no time flat,
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.  In addition, I loved
the sound of Pamela talking to me with each and every inward
cock-stroke that 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 with all of my strength now.  This definitely
did not sound like the sweet and well-mannered woman I had
spoken to over a 10 or 15 minute span.  Beneath that cool
and friendly exterior, Pamela was a nasty hellcat in heat!
"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 large, heavenly 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 absolute dream woman screamed in desire as a helping
of sperm jettisoned itself from my cock directly into her
womb.  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
throughout my hair, and repeated, "Good boy..."
   I put my arms around her and held her close to me.  I
offered Pamela a kiss of my own and said, "Good girl..."
   Pamela giggled at me as we embraced one another tightly.
"I hope you don't mind me being straightforward and honest,
Jeremy, about telling you this was my first time with a guy
in over a year.  I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
   "You can be as honest and as straightforward with me as
you like," I advised her.  "Tell me anything."
   "It's a two-way street, you know," she reminded me.  "You
can be totally open and honest with me too, Jeremy."
   "I have been."
   "No you haven't," she countered.  When I pulled back and
looked into her eyes - wondering what that comment meant -
Pamela waved a finger before me and said, "Tell me the reason
you brought me and all of the other girls to the island with
you, Jeremy.  The REAL reason.  Not a half-reason."
   I chuckled inwardly, suddenly feeling a certain sense of
ease.  Pamela may very well be the one for me.  In fact, as
of this moment in time, I was absolutely positive of it.  I
could easily envision myself marrying this angel one day...
   "The real reason, sweetheart, is because I want to find
the girl of my dreams," I said, my voice gentle and soothing.
I kissed her on the forehead.  "I think I already found her."
   Pamela sighed and closed her eyes for several seconds,
allowing those heartfelt words to sink in and register.
When she finally opened her eyes and focused upon me, her
face was awash with emotion.  "Dare I say it, but I think
you have helped me find what I've been searching for, too."
   "And what is that?" I asked, kissing away a tear which
trickled from her left eye.
   "The perfect man."
   Feeling playful, my head shot up and I glanced about in
all different directions.  "Oh?  Where is he?  Can I meet
him?  Maybe I could get some advice, and a few suggestions."
Much to my delight, Pamela laughed at my words.  My feeble
attempt at humor was successful,
   Pamela kissed me flush on the lips and literally begged,
"Stay with me here.  Hold me.  Hold me in your arms."
   Although I realized that the library was not the typical
place for such romance and togetherness, I could never turn
down that type of request from Pamela.  So, I smiled at her
and said, "I'll stay with you as long as you want me to..."