"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 8 

   With a series of feminine grunts and yelps emanating from
the spacious central room, which was located downstairs, I
finally decided that it was time to investigate.  Curious, I
descended the winding staircase and smiled at what I saw.
   Dressed in full workout garb, the duo of Kristanna and
Trish were honing their martial arts skills in a friendly
sparring match.  In addition to their spandex outfits, the
two ladies wore protective equipment, including elbow and
knee pads, gloves, a chest protector and helmet.  I could
tell that contact between them was being kept to a minimum,
but still, it was good they took safety precautions.
   I had only been aware that Kristanna was an expert in an
Israeli form of the martial arts called Krav Maga - a very
detailed and effective self-defense system - for a couple of
months.  It was totally shocking to me - and I certainly do
not mean this in a negative way, of course - that a woman as
frail and light-weight as Kristanna (5-foot-11 and a mere
115 pounds at her height) could pack such a lethal punch.
   Trish, the physical fitness enthusiast from Toronto,
looked a little more the part (5-foot-4 and 118 pounds of
feminine muscle).  Trish was a student of the martial arts
as well, but her specialty was kickboxing.  These two ladies
were a good fit together like this.  Out of all the women on
the island, Trish was the only suitable sparring partner for
Kristanna because of her experience and background when it
came to controlled hand-to-hand combat.
   As I stood at the bottom of the steps and watched them
trade a series of light (safe) kicks and chops, Kristanna
eventually noticed my presence and motioned for Trish to
cease.  Kristanna slipped her helmet off, then shook her
head vigorously and smiled warmly at me.  "Hi Jeremy!"
   "Sweetheart," I nodded at her, turning my attention
toward Trish.  The 28-year-old took her own helmet and
facemask off, then smiled at me as well.  "Miss Trish."
   "Hi," she greeted in a friendly manner.
   Judging by the amount of perspiration upon the bodies of
both ladies, they had been practicing their skills for quite
some time here in the central room.  Where was Lindsay?  It
was rare for me to see Trish and Lindsay apart.  Aside from
a few instances here and there, it seemed as if Trish and
Lindsay had been glued together since their arrival.
   "Have yew come down to vatch us?" Kristanna wondered, her
exotic, sexy accent bringing a smile to my face.
   "Sure, I can do that," I chuckled in response.  "I have
wondered ever since I learned about this side of you, dear...
why?  Why do you focus so much of your energy and free time
into learning and mastering Krav Maga?  Forgive me, but you
just don't seem the type cut out for this sort of stuff."
   "Oh really?" Kristanna countered in a defensive tone,
placing both hands upon her hips and looking at me.  "Come
over here for a second, Mister Jeremy."
   "She's probably an expert in Krav Maga to protect herself
from guys like you," Trish suggested, being playful.
   Once I made my way over to Kristanna - just as she asked
me to - the gorgeous blonde suddenly reached out and grabbed
my left wrist.  In the blink of an eye, she pulled me toward
her, and then I found myself flat on my back.  Kristanna had
knocked my legs out from underneath me with a sweeping kick,
then shoved me backward - causing me to fall down - with a
hard forearm upon my upper chest.
   "I want to be that good one day!" Trish laughed.
   Disoriented for a moment, to say the least, I gulped my
throat and stared up at Kristanna in a mixture of shock and
awe.  The Norwegian snickered in triumph, then placed her
bare foot upon my exposed throat and held it there gently.
   "Do yew still dink I am not capable enough?"
   "I never said that," I returned, once again gulping my
throat.  Kristanna did not injure me physically, but her
sudden take-down maneuver still had my head spinning.  I
could not believe the speed and ferocity of it.  I was a
good 100 pounds heavier than her, yet she had treated me
like a rag-doll anyway.  "All I said was that you don't seem
to be the type for it.  That's all.  Instead of a deadly
enforcer, you seem to be more the model type."
   Kristanna laughed and slowly removed her bare foot from
my throat.  I then reached up with both hands and grasped
that pretty foot, and held it just inches from my face.  "If
I ever need a bodyguard, sweetheart, the job is yours."
   Kristanna snickered once more as I tilted my head upward
and planted a gentle kiss upon her big toe.  I did the same
for the arch of her foot, then its heel.  "I like dat!" she
squealed in response, wiggling all five of her slender toes.
   Trish reached down with both hands and grasped my right
arm, then helped pull me up to my feet.  Kristanna smiled and
brushed up against me, then offered my lips a whispery kiss.
"Vould yew still like to stay and vatch us spar, Jeremy?"
   "I don't think so," I told her, shaking my head.  "I do
not want to get caught in the crossfire."  Kristanna let out
an exaggerated laugh as I added, "Maybe it's best that I go
someplace else.  Anywhere else.  Away from you two ladies."
   "Girl power!" Trish exclaimed, again being playful, as I
turned and quickly ascended the staircase.

   I am not quite certain whether or not my ego was bruised,
but I definitely felt the need to leave Kristanna and Trish
by themselves to do their thing.  That was the first physical
confrontation that I had been involved in - playful or real -
in 14 years.  I last recall getting into a fight when I was
16 years of age.  It involved a dispute over baseball cards.
   It felt somewhat eerie to realize that if Kristanna truly
wanted, she could take me out without exerting much effort
at all.  I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head at the
mere thought.  I would just have to stay on Kristanna's good
side from now on.  Did I really have any other choice?
   On the flipside, Kristanna's prowess in the martial arts
was something that I should not really concern myself with.
It was wonderful that she could defend herself in any kind
of physical situation.  Could anyone blame Kristanna for
having such a vested interest in hand-to-hand combat?  Young
women, especially those as charming and beautiful as my dear
and good friend, really need to know how to defend themselves
from the cruel predators in today's world.
   Still, I had no reason to think all that much about this.
Certainly, I should not harbor any negative feelings about
this.  But as I said earlier, I just found it... eerie, that
a woman such as Kristanna - who was very thin and fragile -
could make mince-meat of me in seconds if she so desired.
It was a very difficult concept for me to grasp.

                           * * *

   "OH MY GOD!" Amy exclaimed at me, perhaps an hour later,
as the two of us were seated next to the outdoor swimming
pool.  "Are you serious?" she added.  "That's unbelievable!"
   "Of course I am serious, Miss Amy," I said in response.
"You and I were in the same second grade class together.
[City Name] West Elementary, in [City Name], Ohio.  Do you
remember Mrs. Nicholson?  She was the teacher of our class."
   "OH MY GOD!" Amy repeated, now laughing.  "I do!  I DO!
I don't really remember anything specific, because I was so
young back then.  Gosh... I guess I was only seven."  She
shook her head at me and concluded, "I don't remember one
thing about you, Jeremy.  Your name, you, anything..."
   I nodded my head at her.  "It was in 1981 and 1982.  I
really don't expect you to remember me."
   "Do you remember me at all?"
   "Just your name," I answered.  "That's it.  I have an
uncanny knack for remembering names.  I found my second
grade yearbook and looked you up, and sure enough, there
you were.  When Kristanna and I were going through the
applications for the island months ago, I saw your name -
Amy [Last Name] - and a light bulb went off in my head.
Because you and I were from the same town - at least
originally - and I recognized your name, I knew I had went
to elementary school with you.  The book confirmed it."
   "This is incredible!" Amy gushed.  "I cannot believe
that you and I were in the same second grade class in Ohio,
then we meet up 23 years later thousands and thousands of
miles away on this island.  What a coincidence!  Is that
why you accepted my application?"
   "It was one of the reasons, yes," I replied.  "I like it
that you and I are linked together, in some small way.  Do
you remember Traci [Last Name]?"  Amy laughed once again as
I added, "I had the biggest crush on her.  Mostly, I did not
like girls then.  I hated girls.  Traci [Last Name] was the
lone exception.  I had the biggest schoolboy crush on her."
   "I was good friends with Traci until she moved away after
the sixth or seventh grade!" Amy giggled.  "Oh God... this
is so neat!  I wish that you and I could have been friends
back then, Jeremy.  I really do!"
   "If I recall correctly, Traci's mom was a teacher there
at the elementary school, too."
   Amy nodded her head.  "Yes.  I had her in fourth grade."
   "I should have been attracted to you the most, though," I
countered.  "I looked at your picture in the yearbook and
what I saw was a very pretty, little red-head."
   Amy smiled at me.  "Thank you, Jeremy."
   "When you and I were in the second grade, Amy, just think
that Lindsay had not even been born yet," I mused.  "She had
not even been CONCEIVED yet.  Now, Lindsay is an adult."
   "Are you hinting that we're going to be senior citizens
soon?" Amy snickered.  "You're 30.  I turn 30 in ten days.
We were 11 when Lindsay was born 18-and-a-half years ago."
Amy paused and continued, "Did you know that I ran into
Lindsay two years ago?"  I shook my head in response as she
went on, "Lindsay was only 16.  I went into the supermarket
where she works and bought some perfume from her at the
cosmetics counter one night.  I had a hot date lined up!"
   "With someone other than your husband?"
   Amy laughed.  "Yeah, I admit it.  I was going out with
someone other than my husband at the time.  Maybe that is
why he divorced me.  One of many reasons, actually."  Amy
shrugged her shoulders and said, "After seeing and talking
to Lindsay that night, though, I wanted to go out with her
instead.  I wanted to fuck her so bad."
   Now, I was the one laughing.  "And little did you know
that you would meet up with Lindsay again, too - the same
place you met up with me.  My final choice for coming to
the island was Lindsay.  It was either Lindsay, or another
18-year-old girl from Missouri named Amber.  I debated over
it for awhile, but chose Lindsay in the end.  Lindsay lives
just eight miles away from where you and I went to school."
   "Is that why you chose her instead of Amber?"
   "Us Ohioans have to be stick together," I nodded.  "Of
course, I haven't lived in Ohio since I was 12.  Lindsay
was a little baby back then.  I've lived in Ohio, New Jersey,
California, Oregon and now, of course, this island.  But I
will always think of myself as an Ohioan.  I was born there
and, more importantly, most of my family lives there today.
My mother, sister, oldest brother... cousins, aunts, and so
forth.  My other brother lives next door in Kentucky."
   "I was raised as an only child," Amy pouted.  "I think I
was a mistake.  I think my mother and father never wanted to
have kids.  After I was born, my father got a vasectomy."
   "How old was he?"
   "24 at the time."
   I cringed at those words.  "I can see where you say that
they did not want to have kids.  Your father getting a
vasectomy so young.  Were they... good parents for you?"
   Amy shook her head.  "Not really.  I cannot say that my
mom and dad ever did anything wrong to me, or mistreated me.
But they weren't there for me, either.  I pretty much grew
up alone.  I was a latch-key kid from the third grade on.  I
was cooking and taking care of myself at a very early age."
   "My father got a vasectomy after I was born, too," I told
her.  "Difference was, though, I was their fourth child, and
he was 35.  They did not want to have anymore children."  I
paused, lost in thought for a moment.  "I think it was the
second grade when my father went out and bought me a whole
bunch of _Strawberry Shortcake_ Christmas cards to give to
all the kids in our class."  Amy sighed and huffed wildly in
response as I added, "Problem was, _Strawberry Shortcake_
was a doll for girls only.  My father did not know that.  I
wound up giving those stupid cards to everyone in our class.
All of the other boys made fun of me - saying I liked to
play with dolls."  I chuckled at the memory.  "It was BAD."
   "I had a couple of _Strawberry Shortcake_ dolls," Amy
recalled.  "Oh my God... I haven't thought about them in
YEARS.  I had Strawberry Shortcake herself, Custard the cat,
Huckleberry Pie, Hopsalot Bunny and Frappe the frog.  I
think I also had Apple Dumpling and Tea Time Turtle."  Amy
shook her head and giggled.  "I wonder what happened to all
of my dolls from when I was younger.  Probably threw all of
them into the garbage.  I wish I kept them."
   "Why is that?"
   "They would be collector's items today," Amy countered.
"Worth a whole lot of money, you know.  What type of toys
did you have back in those days, Jeremy?"
   "_G.I. Joe_ and _Transformers_," I mused.  "I grew up with
the _Transformers_.  Optimus Prime was my hero.  He was the
leader of the Autobots."  I laughed again.  "I cannot believe
that we are sitting here, Amy, talking about childhood toys.
Of all the things we could be discussing, THIS is it..."
   "This is neat, though!" Amy squealed.  "This is bringing
back so many memories for me!  Second grass with our teacher,
Mrs. Nicholson, my friend Traci, all of my toys and dolls.  I
only wish that you stayed in Ohio, Jeremy, and you and I went
to high school together.  I would have definitely noticed you
then.  I would have been after you big-time!  But you said
that you moved to New Jersey in the seventh grade."
   I grinned at her words.  "Were you wild and adventurous
in high school like you are now?  I heard that you have five
boyfriends back home, right now, who gang-bang you each and
every weekend.  Were you like that in high school, too?"
   Amy giggled.  "The school basketball team had a nickname
for me - B.J.  I went out with all of them.  Sometimes, I
went out with two of them at a time.  Or even three."
   "I would have wanted you for myself," I told her.
   "Really?" Amy cooed.  "You like me that much?"
   "I wouldn't want my girlfriend fooling around with other
guys," I explained.  "Other girls, yes... that would be cool.
I could live with that.  But not other guys."
   Amy shrugged her shoulders.  "I've just never found the
man who could make me settle down into a truly monogamous
relationship, where I would be content and happy forever."
   "What about your ex-husband?"
   "I didn't love him and he didn't love me," Amy sniped.
"His name was Eddie, and he was black.  The only reason I
married him - I know this sounds bad on my part, but it is
true - is because he had a 12 inch cock."
   I shifted about in the lounge chair at poolside, suddenly
feeling small and very inferior.  "12 inches?  R-Really?"
   "The sex between us was incredible at first, but it got
to the point over time where Eddie could no longer satisfy
me," Amy added.  "That is when I started to stray, and have
sex with others.  It led to the destruction of our marriage."
   "Did Eddie love you?"
   Amy shook her head.  "No, he married me for the very same
reason I married him - the sex.  Being a black man, I was a
trophy to him.  A white trophy.  You know that all black men
consider white girlfriends or wives to be a badge of honor.
I was a badge of honor to Eddie.  A trophy.  A WHITE trophy."
   "If a man has 12 full inches and STILL cannot satisfy you,
Amy... is it even possible to satisfy you?"
   "Total satisfaction goes much deeper than sex," she said.
"If someone really loved me, cared for me... and I felt the
same, exact way for him, I would be faithful.  I would be
totally monogamous and committed to a one-on-one type of
relationship."  Amy shrugged her shoulders and sighed deeply.
"You see, Jeremy... I've never really, truly been in love.
And... I do not think anyone has ever been in love with me."
   I narrowed my eyes at her.  "Why do you say that?"
   Amy shrugged her shoulders once again, then offered a
nonchalant expression.  "I think it is because no one,
besides maybe my ex-husband, really ever took the time to
get to know me as a person.  Having sex and getting it has
always been so important to me.  I guess maybe I developed
a reputation for those who have known me throughout the
years, and have never been able to shake it."
   "What reputation is that?"
   "That I'm a slut," Amy replied.  "A nymphomaniac.  Someone
who cares about one thing, and one thing only - fucking.  No
one, I think, has ever taken me seriously because of it."
   "Have you given anyone a reason to take you seriously?"
   Amy hesitated for a moment, then frowned.  "I guess not."
   "I take you seriously, Amy," I told her.  "You and I have
had a neat discussion these past 10 or 15 minutes.  Second
grade, Mrs. Nicholson, _Strawberry Shortcake_ dolls... I
enjoy discussions like this.  I really do.  Sex is wonderful.
I am the first person to admit that.  But there is more to
life than sex.  I think that you need to realize that."
   "But fucking is the only thing that I'm good at..."
   "Oh... stop it, Amy," I chided her.  "You're better than
that.  I know it, and you know it."
   "I think what you and Pamela are developing with each
other is very, very special," Amy said.  "I wish that I
could have that type of relationship."
   "You can," I countered.  "All you need to do is open
yourself up, and let others see the real person inside of
you.  Not the nymphomaniac that you claim to be."
   Suddenly, Amy stood up.  "Just exactly who is the REAL
person inside of me?"  With those words, Amy turned and
began walking away from me.  Soon, she disappeared around
the corner of the mansion without even looking back at me.
   I felt like getting up and going after Amy.  I wanted to
ask her what that last comment meant.  But I held back, and
ultimately decided to stay put.  I figured that if Amy
wanted to expound on her inner thoughts and desires with me,
she would do so when the time was right.  Certainly, I would
lend Amy an ear or two whenever she felt like talking to me.

                           * * *

   The setting was the island at its purest.  What was
happening there was something even more special.
   The northeast beach was one of many quintessential,
picture-postcard locations that the island had to offer.
With its abundant white sand, swaying palm trees and
clear, calm blue water, this crescent-shaped beach was a
natural draw for anyone who worshiped the sun.  The air
of tranquility and relaxing harmony that such a place
provided was the ideal elixir to heal jaggled nerves.  Or,
in some cases, it was a prime spot for romance.
   "Oh my..." I moaned, awestruck, while seated in the prime
comfort of my voyeur room just one hour after the discussion
with Amy took place.  Upon the primary monitor in front of
me, Trish and Lindsay were enjoying the scenic wonders and
peaceful solitude that the northeast beach offered them.
Even better, though, they were enjoying each other.
   Gathered together upon a collection of huge rocks and
boulders near the water's edge, Trish and Lindsay were
slowly grinding and moving together in a beautiful rhythm.
Both ladies wore tight, denim shorts, but the sweet and
charming Lindsay had already been stripped of her top.
   With nothing but a bra on above the waist, the precious
18-year-old squirmed and writhed about in total pleasure as
Trish stood directly behind her.  Trish, who had on a pink
halter top to go along with her denim shorts, squeezed and
caressed Lindsay's smallish breasts in a repeated fashion.
   With the ocean as their backdrop, the two ladies danced
and swayed together upon the rocks.  It was very obvious to
me that Trish and Lindsay were going to take part in a
sexual encounter here.  Much to my delight, I had a front
row, V.I.P. seat within the voyeur room for it.
   Still massaging Lindsay's bra-clad breasts, Trish planted
a series of angel kisses upon her girlfriend's exposed neck
and then trailed her tongue across her shoulders, and down
her back.  Lindsay sighed and nodded her head in approval as
Trish soon dropped down to her knees upon the boulder.  She
slid her left hand between Lindsay's legs from behind, and
caressed her stomach with it.  With her right, Trish placed
it upon Lindsay's hip and held it there.  Then, she kissed
and even licked at Lindsay's little ass through the denim.
   As she did so, Trish moved her right hand upward and began
to massage the blonde's breasts with it.  Lindsay again
sighed in arousal, this time arching her head and neck as
well.  Soon, Trish rose to her feet and now used both hands
to squeeze and grope away at Lindsay's taut breasts.  She
splayed some more kisses along that delicate neck and even
thrust her pelvis hard upon Lindsay's twitching ass.
   Once Lindsay turned her face to the side, Trish was
there to meet her.  I smiled to myself as the two ladies
extended their tongues and kissed in the open air.  I just
cannot stress how incredibly happy Trish seemed to be right
now.  She was totally in love with Lindsay.
   Their kiss did not last long, however.  Trish grasped
Lindsay's right hand and brought it to her mouth, then
gently sucked and nibbled upon her extended forefinger.
She then slid one bra strap from Lindsay's shoulder and
smiled with carnal delight as a pert, little nipple came
into view.  Trish wasted no time as she curled her head
around for a quick, luscious taste.
   Her long blonde hair blowing about in the wind, Lindsay
again nodded her head.  The look upon her face told me that
she was becoming more aroused with every passing second.
Trish pulled her other bra strap down as well, but left
the whole garment around her midriff.  Lindsay's breasts
were exposed, however, and that is what Trish wanted.
   She used the opportunity to spin around to the front
and attach her lips to one of Lindsay's breasts.  At the
same time, she slid her right hand between Lindsay's firm
thighs and caressed her pussy through the denim shorts she
had on.  It appeared as if Trish wanted to worship Lindsay,
and everything there was about her.

   Could anyone blame her?

   It was not too long before Trish had been disposed of her
pink halter top and bra as well.  Lindsay, who seemed to be
fascinated with big breasts, was taken with Trish's wondrous
D-cup.  She leaned over and gently feasted upon both nipples,
licking and sucking them into an erect, heated frenzy.
   "Oh God, honey..." Trish sighed as Lindsay slipped a hand
between her thighs and returned the earlier favor.  Trish's
hips bucked and churned about as Lindsay rubbed an open palm
over and across Trish's own pussy.  But much like Lindsay,
Trish still had on a pair of denim shorts.
   "God, baby..." Trish screeched.  "I love you..."
   Lindsay placed a finger to Trish's mouth and held it there
for the time being.  "Come on, sweetheart... I have an idea."
She grasped Trish's hand with her own and slowly led her down
from the boulder.  "Follow me."

                           * * *

   Not two minutes later, both ladies had gotten rid of the
remainder of their clothing and were now wading about in a
thigh-deep portion of the ocean.  Trish had dropped down her
knees within the water and was now fingering Lindsay's bare
pussy.  Meanwhile, she kissed and licked Lindsay's breasts
while the young minx purred in response.
   Once Trish stood up, Lindsay turned her back and dropped
to her own knees.  She leaned forward and placed both hands
in the water.  Now on her hands and knees, she grunted and
squealed out in desire as Trish began to use a little more
force.  She jammed a pair of fingers in-and-out of Lindsay's
exquisite, little pussy at a rather maddening pace.
   "YES!" Lindsay growled, holding a hand to her mouth.  "YES
TRISH!  OH YES!  Hmmmmm... YES!"
   Trish used both hands to reach around Lindsay's body and
latch onto her breasts, then pulled her back up into a
standing position.  Just like on the rocks moments earlier,
Lindsay's body wiggled and shook in the erotic sensations as
Trish pawed and groped her from behind.  Naturally, she had
one hand nestled between Lindsay's thighs.  The pair of
probing fingers now caused a series of yelps and squeals to
emanate from deep within the young woman's throat.
   Switching positions once again, Trish and Lindsay both
dropped to their knees in the water and faced each other.
This time, Lindsay leaned forward and again worshiped
Trish's breasts with her curious lips and tongue.  Trish
smiled in response, then rewarded Lindsay's forehead with a
quick kiss.  These two ladies were really into each other!
   Their hair soaked from a couple of underwater dunks,
Trish and Lindsay made eye contact and then shared their
most heated, passionate kiss yet.  The pair of goddesses
embraced one another and smashed their mouths together,
their tongues driving far and deep.  Once it was over,
Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's immaculate face
and gently caressed it.  "Wow... you're so beautiful."
   Lindsay smiled at those nice words, then pressed her
lips to Trish's for another soul-touching type of kiss.
Both of Lindsay's hands were beneath the surface of the
water, so I could not see them.  But I figured that she
was frigging away at Trish's pussy with them.  Why?  Her
shoulders and arms were moving about in a rough motion.
   Lindsay whispered something to Trish, then the two
ladies smiled and began moving back toward the beach.
They stopped where the water was only calf-deep.  Soon,
Lindsay proceeded to turn her back to Trish and spread
her feet far apart, then lean over and prop herself up
with one hand.  With Lindsay's bent-over ass now staring
her in the face, it was obvious what Trish wanted.
   She quickly took a seat in the water and burrowed her
face in, then began to eagerly lap away at the intoxicating
folds of Lindsay's pussy.  Trish paused momentarily, taking
the chance to frig and massage Lindsay's clitoris with two
fingers.  An instant later, though, she was once again
licking and swiping away at her with that magical tongue.
   Trish changed the routine yet again, this time jamming
her fingers into Lindsay in a hard, unrelenting fashion.
This, of course, set the little angel off.
   "OH YEAH!  OH YEAH!  Finger me!  Finger me!"
   "Want more?" Trish squealed, her hand a blur.
   "Yeah, more..."
   "I got some more for you."
   "More...  OHHHHH YES, give it to me.  Yes!  YES!"
   "Like that?"
   "OHHHHH yeah... harder...  God, yes!  Harder!  YES!"
   The tide was starting to pick up, but the incoming waves
did not seem to bother either of the ladies.  They were so
into one another that it would not surprise me if they did
not even realize the waves were getting stronger.
   Once Trish inserted a third finger into the mix, Lindsay
started to buck her hips back-and-forth.  The move literally
caused my heart-rate to multiply.  I looked on with wide eyes
from the voyeur room as Trish then extended her tongue and
moved in for another taste.  "Your pussy is so sweet, baby!
It's the sexiest, most delicious, little pussy I ever had!"
   Despite those words, Trish put a momentary halt to the
oral worship.  She spun around to Lindsay's frontside and
offered her a series of heated, passionate kisses.
   Both of them traded their lips and tongues for several
seconds before moving a bit closer toward the shoreline.
Once there, Lindsay took a seat in the sand and, her knees
up, spread her thighs wide.  Trish immediately dropped down
upon her front and moved her mouth for another sweet taste...
   Her tongue in a constant motion, Trish kept her eyes
trained upon Lindsay's face.  "I want to make you cum, baby."
She shook her head and added, "What I really want is to jump
into your pussy and never come out!"
   "Hmmmmm... OHHHHH!" Lindsay squealed, encouraging her.
"Spread it wide open!  Put your tongue in there!"  Trish did
just that, and plenty more.  That tongue shifted into erotic
overdrive as she again thrusted a trio of fingers in-and-out
of her younger lover.  Lindsay, of course, was squealing and
grunting like there was no tomorrow.
   "OH, GOD!  I'M GONNA CUM!  I'M GONNA _CUUUUUMMMMM_!"
   As Lindsay arched her neck and back high off the surface,
she squeezed her thighs tightly around Trish's blonde head.
Lindsay let out a truly deafening roar in the process as her
sweet, little pussy exploded in a sea of powerful sensations.
Trish moaned in response, her tongue never once stopping its
movement until she had lapped up all the delicious juices.
And that, obviously, was not for at least a minute or two.
Trish was in no rush for anything to end...

   In the aftermath, Lindsay sat up in the water, but kept
her thighs spread (and knees wide) so Trish could stay
between them.  Trish rose up to her hands and knees and met
Lindsay's mouth with her own in a series of hot, sweltering
kisses.  In no time flat, their breathing had become quite
ragged as they tried to devour each others' mouth.
   When the kiss was broken, Trish had a look of adoration
and abiding love upon her face.  I could tell that she wanted
to drop everything right there and ask Lindsay to spend the
rest of her life with her.  She probably wanted to marry her!
   Before Trish could tell Lindsay just how insane she was
about her, the 18-year-old offered up another round of
heated, passionate kisses.  I shook my head at the sight,
my cock hard as steel.  I wanted to jump right between the
two of them and get in on some of this action myself!
   "Lay down for me, Trish," Lindsay murmured, grinning.  "I
want to taste you."
   Her eyes wide, Trish traded positions with Lindsay and
made good on the request.  Lindsay immediately moved her
face between Trish's widespread thighs and went to work.
   "Hmmmmm... your pussy is so tight!" was Lindsay's initial
comment, as she inserted a pair of fingers into those lush,
velvety folds and began to swipe away at them with her hot
tongue.  "You taste so good, too!"
   As Trish cooed and cavorted out in approval, she grabbed
her own breasts and massaged them roughly.  The expression
upon her face told me all that I really needed to know.
Pamela may have been smitten with me.  She proved that after
our scintillating encounter a few nights ago with her words
of devotion.  Devon may have been in love with me.  But for
as much as Devon and Pamela seemed to like me, though, Trish
was enthralled with Lindsay a thousand times deeper.
   Lindsay had become a little ball of fire as she swiped
and fingered Trish toward what promised to be a memorable
orgasm.  Although she moaned and squealed, Trish was mostly
quiet as Lindsay brought her to the high pinnacle of sexual
fulfillment.  Trish's entire body rumbled and vibrated in the
sensations of joyous orgasm, her gaze now squarely locked
upon Lindsay. The nymphomaniac continued to lick and swipe
away at Trish's folds until she had been totally cleansed.
   Although I could guarantee her satisfaction, Trish sat up
anyway and pulled Lindsay into her embrace.  Both ladies
hugged and clutched each other in a truly fierce manner,
smashing their lips together for yet another intensive kiss.
   "We need to have sex more often!" Lindsay remarked.

                           * * *

   Perhaps this should not come as any great surprise, but I
found myself right back in the voyeur room much later - in
the evening - and absolutely glued to the surveillance screen
directly in front of me.  This place was too addictive!
   The image of Devon and Amy was gracing the monitor, with
both ladies completely nude as they lounged about in the spa
outside.  Devon and Amy were huddled close, their luscious
bodies pressed tightly together, as they both openly kissed
and licked a humongous hand-held dildo between their probing
lips and tongues.  There was also a mysterious-looking gym
bag laying on the ground between the spa and luxurious pool.
It appeared out of place.  What was it doing there?
   Night-time had already fallen, so the only illumination
came from the bright overhead lamps and lights at poolside.
It was all I needed to fully watch and enjoy what promised
to be a scintillating encounter between these two ladies.
   While holding the dildo up, Devon was really into the act
of licking and worshiping it with her lips and tongue.  So
was Amy, as well, as she sucked and slurped upon the huge
toy at the very same time.  Both ladies also took the time
to fondle and squeeze the others' body, paying extra-special
attention to their full, heaving breasts.
   Devon put the dildo down for a moment and then attached
her lips to Amy's for a heated kiss.  Each of them swapped
their velvety tongues and a mixture of saliva over a deep,
open-mouthed exchange.  Amy moaned shortly thereafter,
before encircling Devon's body with both arms and holding
her tightly.  The simple move only intensified their kiss.
   Using the tip of the dildo, Devon prodded it against one
of Amy's breasts.  She traced circles around the red-head's
full nipple, before sliding the big pleasure tool into Amy's
vast, deepened cleavage and gently thrusting it up-and-down.
   When the two women soon began to rub their heaving breasts
upon one another, their shared kiss reached its apex.  Devon
and Amy were trying to devour each others' mouth with their
own, their lips mingling and tongues diving deep.  The
breathing between them was quite ragged and labored, too.

   Speaking of such things, I already had my cock out and
was busy stroking it.  Watching two beautiful women such as
Devon and Amy heat each other up like this was intensely
arousing for me.  It would be that way for any normal man...

   My excitement level doubled once Pamela suddenly appeared
upon the monitor.  She walked into the picture, standing just
above Devon and Amy as they were huddled close together in
the steaming spa.  The pair of lust-lovers broke their kiss
long enough to glance up at Pamela and motion for her to join
them in the spa.  Pamela smiled at the couple while rubbing
one of her big breasts through the bikini top that she wore.
   Amy reached for one of Pamela's ankles and gently tugged
at it, wanting her to step into the spa.  Still smiling,
Pamela did just that.  She took two steps into the heated
whirlpool, then was yanked downward by both Devon and Amy.
The pair of ravenous hellcats brought Pamela between them
and immediately went to work upon her hot, voluptuous body.
   Pamela moaned with obvious arousal as Devon whisked her
bikini top off in one easy motion, before attaching her
mouth to one of those lovely breasts.  Pamela continued to
moan and sigh in desire until Amy hushed her with a kiss.
   With the two ladies on either side of her, Pamela squirmed
about as she and Amy shared a rather intensive kiss.  At the
same time, Devon continued to worship the blonde's breasts
with not only her lips and tongue, but her hands as well.
   Pamela squealed against Amy's piercing kiss as her body
started to vibrate about within the swirling water.  I then
realized that Devon had slipped a hand between Pamela's
thighs, and was busy thrusting a couple of fingers hard
and fast into her sweet, intoxicating pussy.  Devon must
have also slipped off Pamela's G-string bikini underwater.
   Once Amy broke the hot kiss with Pamela, her lips were
quickly replaced by Devon's.  The charming princess drove
her tongue deep into Pamela's inviting mouth, tasting its
vast, delicious recesses while also luxuriating in them.
   Amy used the open opportunity to clutch and squeeze one
of Pamela's breasts with her right hand, while sliding her
tongue over and across the 28-year-old's delicate shoulder.
   Devon produced the dildo she and Amy had been sharing
earlier, before breaking the kiss with Pamela.  Then, she
shoved it into the stripper's mouth and giggled.  "Suck
that cock, baby!  Get it all nice and hard!"
   Pamela's eyes were wide as she looked at Devon, who
continued to giggle and sneer while thrusting the thick,
12-inch dildo into her hungry mouth.  I could tell that
Pamela was also well aware of Amy, who continued to fondle
one of her breasts while swiping its nipple with her tongue.
   "What do you think, Amy?" Devon asked, a huge smile on
her face.  "You think Pammy here needs to be fucked?"
   Amy giggled while pulling her lips away from Pamela's
breasts.  "Yes!  I do!"  She paused and added, "I really
think that she needs a strap-on, though."
   Pamela moaned and squirmed about in sheer arousal as
Devon said, "Better yet, I think Pammy needs TWO strap-ons."
She leaned over and offered Amy a quick kiss before adding,
"How about it?  Think we should double-fuck her?"
   "Oh yes," Amy replied, grinning.  "But I want her ass."

   With that incredibly naughty exchange of words, my stiff,
throbbing cock suddenly exploded all over my wrist and hand.
My heart was pounding within my chest as I leaned forward
and re-played their quotes in my mind.  Devon and Amy were
going to double-penetrate Pamela with two strap-on dildos?
It was not even Amy's idea - it was Devon's!  That excited
me even more.  Was that what the gym bag was laying there
for?  Was it, by God, a bag full of... toys?  SEX TOYS?

   "Would you like us to double-fuck you?" Devon said to
Pamela in a demeaning tone, while still thrusting several
fingers hard and fast into her pussy within the whirlpool.
"Me and Amy would fuck you REAL good.  Want that, Pammy?"
   Pamela's only response was a whimper, followed by a nod
of the head.  I could easily tell that she was REALLY turned
on right now.  I was also glad that Pamela had showed up and
changed this from a one-on-one encounter into a three-some.
   Devon rose up and stepped out of the spa.  I watched with
interested eyes as she, complete with her nude and soaking,
wet body, retrieved the gym bag.  Meanwhile, Amy stepped out
of the swirling spa as well, followed quickly by Pamela.
   My cock was getting hard once again as I was now able to
witness the three ladies in all their glorious, naked forms.
Amy spread a towel out upon the cement deck next to the spa,
while Devon found a pair of suitable strap-on dildos from
the aforementioned gym bag.  She stepped into the harness of
one; it was thick and appeared to be 15 or so inches long!
   Giggling with an aura of confidence and superiority, the
busty blonde grasped the dildo with her hand and stroked it
before finally making her way over to Pamela.  "On your
knees, Pammy!  Just like a good, little girl!"
   Like a trained submissive, Pamela offered Devon a look of
total servitude before dropping down to her knees upon the
spread-out towel.  Devon's only response was to simply step
forward, and plug Pamela's pretty mouth with the big dildo.
   "Yeah, suck that cock," Devon said in an abrasive tone.
"Suck that cock before I fuck you silly with it."
   Devon giggled at her own words as she handed Amy the
other strap-on dildo.  Not quite as long or thick as its
counterpart, this dildo was tailor-made for anal sex.  Amy
quickly stepped into its harness, and snapped it into place.
Now, the nasty red-head had a truly devilish appearance.
   I could tell that Pamela was even more turned on than she
was just a few moments ago.  The wondrously beautiful vixen
was on her knees, sucking Devon's huge strap-on dildo as if
it were a real cock.  Her head bobbed back-and-forth as she
took in as many of the 15(?) inches that she possibly could.
   Amy stepped forward with her own strap-on secured and in
place, and offered it to Pamela.  She took it into her right
hand and began stroking away, while frigging the larger dildo
with her left.  All the while, she continually slurped it.
   "Look at Pammy go!" Devon exclaimed, snickering.  "She
must be really, REALLY hungry tonight!"

   Pammy?  What is up with that?  A few weeks ago, I called
her _Pam_ during one of her telephone interviews, but she
quickly corrected me on how to pronounce her name - _Pamela_.
It seemed to be a pretty big deal with her, too.  Now, it
seemed as if Pamela had no problems with Devon as she
continually used a somewhat degrading version of her name.

   "Yeah baby," Amy said as she stepped closer, pressing the
tip of her dildo upon Pamela's face.  As she busily slurped
away upon Devon's pleasure tool, Pamela looked at Amy and
smiled.  Amy responded by running the thin dildo over and
across Pamela's face, and through her silky hair.
   "Pammy needs a FUUUUCK...ing," Devon snickered.  "Oh!
Make that a double-fucking.  Her pussy, AND her ass!"
   "Oh God..." Pamela moaned as Devon withdrew the strap-on
dildo from between her lips.  Devon then dropped to the
ground, and positioned herself upon her back.  With the
enormous dildo pointing directly upward from her pelvis,
Devon motioned for Pamela to settle down and take a seat.
   My cock was at full strength yet again as Pamela dropped
to her knees astride Devon's hips.  She positioned herself
for entrance, then squinted and moaned with sheer abandon as
the head of the incredibly thick dildo popped into her.  I
could sense her passion as she continued squealing, while
settling deeper and deeper upon the humongous pleasure tool.
   When about 10 to 12 inches was embedded deep inside her,
Pamela must have sensed she could take no more.  Growling
with desire, she leaned forward until her breasts were
nestled snugly upon Devon's.  Flat on her back, Devon then
smiled before finding Pamela's mouth for a heated kiss.
   I continued stroking my hard cock as Amy smeared an ample
helping of lubricant over and across her own strap-on dildo.
She then dropped to her knees behind Pamela's upturned ass,
and inbetween Devon's widespread thighs.
   Pamela squealed uncontrollably once Devon started to
pump her hips, thrusting the tremendous dildo further into
her pussy.  At the same time, Devon kept both arms fastened
around Pamela's neck and shoulders, keeping her close and
tight, while also devouring her delicious mouth with her own.
   A bit more foreplay here would have been especially nice.
I really enjoyed watching Pamela suck that dildo upon her
knees, as if it were a real cock.  But I could not complain.
Devon wanted to stuff _Pammy_ - and no one could stop her.
   Also, I noticed that despite a few earlier words, Amy was
being strangely quiet.  Normally, she was the aggressor...
   Pamela was now screaming in response to the hard thrusts
which Devon gave her pussy.  Her screams, as well as her
passion level, increased ten-fold once Amy decided it was
finally time to insert her own dildo into that tight rectum.
   "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Pamela roared, breaking her shared
kiss with Devon.  Amy giggled and swooned with arousal as
she slid inch after inch of the dildo into Pamela's bowels.
The insatiable 29-year-old only stopped once she had stuffed
the entire length of the dildo deep inside of Pamela's ass.
   "OH YEAH!" Pamela screamed out, her body starting to
churn as Devon resumed her thrusting motion.  "OH FUCK
YEAH!  THAT FEELS GOOD!  FUCK ME, BABY!  FUCK ME HARD!"
   When Amy joined the parade and began thrusting away, I
had to take a deep breath as my heart pounded yet again.
The mere sight of Amy's big breasts as they bounced and
shook about while she busily slammed her dildo into Pamela's
ass from behind nearly blew my mind (among other things).
   "Bitch in heat!" Devon screamed, laughing, while keeping
an eye on Pamela's facial reactions.  "Bitch in heat!  Look
at her go!  Go Pammy, go!  Go Pammy, go!  Go, Pammy, GO!"
   It seemed as if Pamela's entire body could explode at any
given moment.  Devon and Amy were absolutely hammering her,
with one dildo violating her pussy while another was stuffed
deep inside her ass.  Both ladies were thrusting and pumping
away at Pamela with all the strength in their bodies.
   At the same time, Amy latched onto Pamela's rounded ass
with both hands, then started to slap it in random places.
"She needs a spanking!" Amy exclaimed, grinning, as she
helped turn Pamela's sweet ass a bright, crimson red.
   "Oh yeah!" Devon moaned as she sought out and found
Pamela's vociferous mouth with her own.  She kissed her
roughly, but that did little to muffle Pamela's screams.
   The double-penetration continued for several seconds, as
Amy's own brand of discipline became even more severe.  She
made Pamela squeal with each hard slap upon her ass, which
obviously only added to her already intense passion level.
   "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!" Pamela finally thundered out.
"OH GOD... DON'T STOP... DON'T YOU DARE STOP FUCKING ME!"
   Bearing down, Devon and Amy followed through on that
request as they viciously pumped her with those big dildos.
Pamela's body shook and shivered for an instant, then she
let out one final scream before collapsing on top of Devon
and going absolutely limp.  Then - and only then - did the
pair of dildo-wielding hellcats withdraw themselves from
Pamela.  She had been satisfied - and thoroughly drilled.
   I was sweating profusely and breathing hard in response
to what I had just witnessed.  I will go out on a limb here
and say that was the most powerful orgasm of Pamela's life.
I do not see how anything could have been more intense.

   Devon wiggled out from underneath an exhausted Pamela
before whispering something into her ear.  Pamela nodded
her head, then was greeted by a kiss on the cheek from Amy.
She obviously needed some time to recover.
   Sensing this, Devon turned toward Amy and smiled at her.
She glanced down at the humongous dildo which protruded from
her pelvis, then offered Amy another smile.  Amy got the cue
as she then unsnapped her own strap-on dildo and let it fall
harmlessly to the ground.
   "Now it's your turn to be fucked..." Devon smirked.
   I continued stroking my erection as Devon spread out a
large towel on the other side of the whirlpool.  She pushed
Amy down on top of it, onto her back, and then mounted her
in the missionary position.  An instant later, she had the
dildo shoved far and deep into Amy's burning pussy.
   From the very start, the energy level between these two
lovely ladies was very high.  Amy encircled Devon with both
arms and held onto her tightly as their bodies were slapping
so hard and violently together that I could actually hear
the noises that were being created as a result.
   "FUCK ME!" Amy pleaded, screaming.  "OH YES, FUCK ME!
FUCK ME HARD!  FUCK ME!  OH GOD YES, FUCK ME!  FUUUUUCK!"
   Finding enough strength within herself to do so, Pamela
had turned her face toward the intense coupling.  With a hand
stuffed between her thighs, and several fingers twiddling
away upon her little clitoris, Pamela could not help but to
masturbate.  She certainly was not alone in that regard. (!)
   Devon showed no mercy or tenderness as she absolutely
blasted Amy with the monstrous strap-on dildo.  The blonde
also held onto Amy's large, heaving breasts and used them as
balancing points as her hips continually hammered away.
   As Amy screamed out her orgasmic pleasure just seconds
later, I moaned along with her while my cock erupted like a
raging volcano.  Sperm shot out and leaked all over my hand
and wrist again, as well as my legs, as Amy went through a
very powerful and vociferous orgasm of her own.  She held
onto Devon with both arms and hugged her rather fiercely,
while her mouth shot out expletive after nasty expletive.
   Once Amy's body eventually settled down from her intense
release, I noticed that Pamela was up and about, and busy
sifting through Amy's naughty bag-of-toys.
   For an instant, I imagined what Pamela would look like
with a huge strap-on dildo protruding from her pelvis.  What
a sight that would be!  The thought went away, however, once
she retrieved a hand-held dildo from the bag instead.
   When Pamela turned and focused her eyes upon Devon, I
smiled to myself.  "Get her!" I said outloud, badly wanting
to see the sweet, precious Devon get pounded mercifully.
   Pamela crawled over to Devon and Amy as they were still
locked together in a warm embrace next to the swirling spa.
I squeezed my deflated cock as she did so, trying to pump
some more life into it.  Pamela's next move was to latch
onto Devon from behind and pull her away from Amy.
   Surprised for a moment, Devon turned around but was
immediately met with a searing mouth-to-mouth kiss from
Pamela.  The two ladies were quickly writhing together in
unison as Pamela undid the harness which held Devon's
massive strap-on dildo in place.  Now without any support,
the crude object fell harmlessly to the ground.
   "You're gonna get it!" Pamela warned her girlfriend as
she broke the kiss, before pushing Devon down upon her
back.  She immediately dove face-first between her thighs
and started to eagerly slurp away upon Devon's pussy.
   Moaning in response, the 27-year-old bombshell clutched
and squeezed her own breasts, which only added to her level
of arousal.  I watched with interested eyes as Pamela had
two fingers stuffed deep in Devon's pussy as she used her
velvety tongue to flick away at her swollen clitoris.
   Devon's moans became much louder as she soon clenched
her thighs tightly around Pamela's head.  Devon continued
massaging her own breasts as she lay on the ground, her
head up so she could keep a watchful eye on her lover.
Pamela surely did not disappoint, as Devon's moans got even
louder as she put a vice-grip on her head with both thighs.
   Deciding it was time to interject herself into things,
Amy joined the couple and made it a three-some.  Her pussy
needed some service, it seemed, so she swung one knee over
Devon's lovely face and then settled down astride it.  Amy
lowered her intoxicating pussy to Devon's awaiting lips and
mouth, and was quickly greeted by a wet, probing tongue.
   Pamela watched what was happening, and it made her smile.
It also made her up the ante, so to speak, as Pamela then
produced the big hand-held dildo she had earlier retrieved
from the ominous bag-of-toys.  In one motion, Pamela popped
the humongous head into Devon's slit, then jammed its entire
length hard and deep into her.
   The luscious blonde moaned and squealed in response as her
body tensed in obvious arousal.  However, that did not stop
her tongue from its hot, joyous exploration of Amy's pussy.
   Perched above her, she used one hand to run her fingers
through Devon's silky-smooth hair, while using her other to
grope and squeeze her own breasts.  Amy's body was already
churning about upon Devon's curious tongue...
   "A taste of your own medicine!" Pamela exclaimed, as she
began to thrust the gigantic dildo in-and-out of Devon's
womanly folds.  She too, showed no mercy or passion.  Within
seconds, Pamela was pounding Devon's overheated pussy at an
incredible, alarming rate of speed.
   "Calling me a bitch in heat..." Pamela snapped, her arm a
blur as she hammered her lust-lover.  "You little whore...
who's the bitch in heat NOW?"  My eyes widened as Pamela
somehow increased the speed and strength of her powerful
thrusting motion.  "SCREAM FOR ME!"
   My cock was suddenly hard once more as Devon's neck and
back arched in response to the sensations which swirled
through her, as she screamed and yelled out her passion.
   Pamela thrusted the dildo as hard and as deep as she
could into Devon's pussy, then dove face-first once again
and eagerly licked away at her engorged opening.  The oral
work did not last for long, however, as Pamela withdrew her
face and began pounding Devon with the dildo once again.
   Still nestled atop Devon's face and probing tongue, Amy
turned around as if she was on a swivel.  Now facing Pamela,
Amy leaned over at the waist and found the blonde's chin
with her hand.  She brought Pamela's face in line with hers,
then smashed their lips together for a blistering kiss.
   I was about ready to blow yet another spermy load while
watching this memorable encounter unfold before me.  These
ladies were locked in an intense three-some, with Devon
being the main centerpiece as she lay flat upon her back.
   Devon's face was stuffed full of Amy's hot pussy, who
had settled herself astride the vixen's head.  At the same
time, Amy was turned in a direction so she could keep an eye
on Pamela - who was nestled between Devon's thighs - as she
drilled the Pennsylvanian's slit with the large dildo.  Amy
then took it one step further, however, as she planted her
lips upon Pamela's mouth for a blissful, rip-roaring kiss.
   "OHHHHH, FUCK!" Amy screamed as her sweet pussy suddenly
exploded, creaming Devon's pretty face in the process.  Amy
continued to groan out in pure, undeniable lust for several
seconds as she roughly mashed her pussy upon Devon's face.
In the meantime, Devon kept busy as she eagerly lapped away
at Amy's hot, overflowing pussy.  She enjoyed the taste...
   Once Amy finally removed herself from atop Devon's face,
Pamela now had the sweet, tender enchantress all to herself.
Pamela seized this opportunity too, as she tossed the big,
hand-held dildo off to the side - and into oblivion.
   My whole body began to tremble with unspeakable desire as
Pamela then secured the 15(?) inch strap-on dildo around her
waist and hips.  I knew full well what was happening next...
   The crude object in place, Pamela latched onto Devon's
round ass with both hands and mounted her in the missionary
position.  An instant later, she was brutally pummeling her
with the use of that monstrous strap-on.
   It was a bit of poetic justice for me to watch Devon get
blasted courtesy of the same strap-on dildo that she had
earlier used on Pamela.  What made the situation even better
was that Pamela was the instigator of it, too.  I wanted to
watch her absolutely split Devon in half with that thing!
   Amy sat back and watched with very interested eyes - as
did I - as Pamela continued to hammer and pulverize Devon
in the missionary position.  Once again, the noise created
from the slamming together of their luscious bodies was
incredibly loud and highly erotic.
   Equally loud was the screams from Devon as Pamela's hips
pistoned up-and-down like an engine, while the huge strap-on
engulfed the squealy blonde's pussy with each inward stroke.
Devon's screams were incoherent; I could not make them out.
   Still watching the action unfold before her, Amy slipped
a hand between her thighs and began fingering her clitoris.
   "OH YEAH... YOU'RE GONNA CUM!" Pamela roared at Devon,
her voice loud and ragged.  "YOU'RE GOING TO CUM _REAL_ HARD
FOR ME!"  She went silent for a moment but still thrusted
away at Devon.  "DO IT, YOU WHORE!  CUM FOR ME!  DO IT NOW!"
   Responding to those demands, Devon let out a thundering,
earth-shaking scream as she gave in to the passion which had
built itself up within her body.
   With both arms hooked and secured tightly around Pamela's
neck and shoulders, Devon screamed again as her sweet pussy
erupted in a fierce orgasm.  Her body violently shook and
rumbled about in the sensations of release as Pamela slowed
her thrusting motion somewhat, but still continued to churn
herself into the loud, vociferous 27-year-old.
   "OH YEAH..." Pamela growled in the aftermath, grinning,
as she stared down at Devon.  "You came for me real good,
sweetheart.  Just the way I wanted you to..."
   Breathing deeply, Devon looked up at Pamela and offered
her a smile as her body slowly but surely crested downward
from the height of orgasm.  I caught a glimpse of her eyes,
and noticed there was a total look of adoration in them.
Devon and Pamela sure did make a nice couple...
   Pamela leaned down and placed her lips upon Devon's for
a gentle, loving kiss while saying with a grin, "I want you
to remember one thing, honey - my name is _NOT_ Pammy!"

                           * * *

   After having spent a good portion of the day in the voyeur
room - first eavesdropping on Trish and Lindsay on the beach,
then watching as Pamela, Devon and Amy literally tried to rip
each other to shreds at the spa - I settled down into my bed
on this Monday evening with every intention of falling asleep
fast.  My mind was on erotic overload right now.
   Although she was an exotic dancer and had been working as
one for nine long years, I had nothing but total respect for
Pamela.  Despite her career, she just seemed to be so classy
and refined.  It certainly did not hurt her cause that she
was also incredibly beautiful and overly sweet and friendly.
Nor did it hurt that Pamela had a gigantic crush on me.
   But what I had witnessed upon the surveillance monitor
earlier was the definition of the good-girl-gone-bad.  I
could not believe what Pamela had allowed Devon and Amy to
do to her.  She had been violated by two strap-on dildos at
the same, exact time - one in her pussy and the other in her
ass.  Even better than that, just moments later, Pamela had
one of these nasty objects strapped around her own waist and
absolutely pummeled Devon with it.  Unbelievable!
   Many of the things I just said for Pamela could also be
applied to Devon, who exuded a certain aura of innocence.
Here was a woman that I danced with on Wednesday afternoon
to a series of jazz tunes amongst the glow of candlelight,
before laying her down and making love to her.  It had been
a storybook encounter for a storybook princess.  Then, just
yesterday, Devon and I had a playful three-some with the
equally sweet and engaging Kristanna upon the west beach.
   Yet, earlier today, Devon was harsh and aggressive as she
took control of Pamela and really dominated her at the
outset of their three-way encounter with Amy.  I guess I was
just now starting to realize that though my collection of
ladies were very nice and friendly, some of them could be
downright predators when it came to anything sexual.

   I was about to meet up with their leader in that regard.

   There was a series of loud knocks at the entrance of my
personal suite which jarred me from the beginning stages of
sleep.  Disoriented for a moment, I vigorously shook my head
and blinked at what I saw as Amy came bursting into my room.
Just like Lindsay from last week, Amy had not been properly
invited into my room and thus, she had broke one of my rules.
But I seriously doubt Amy cared all that much.
   "Cock," Amy announced in a hard, strict tone, closing the
door behind her.  "I want it.  I want it NOW."
   Needless to say, those words caused a full-blown erection
to quickly form within my shorts.  I choked in response for
a moment, then finally got out, "You were just here with me
on Saturday night, dear.  Pamela is your room-mate.  You
don't want to neglect her... do you?"
   "Pamela knows how hungry I am for your cock," she told me,
which sent absolute shivers shooting right down my spine.
"Besides, I don't think she is being neglected.  Last time I
saw Pamela, Kristanna's face was between her legs."
   I gulped my throat at the mere idea as my shaft now began
to bulge and ache within the confines of my shorts.  Amy, of
course, spotted my predicament with her pretty green eyes
and smiled in response.  "Need some help?"
   "You almost gave me a heart attack on Saturday night," I
coughed.  "Could I survive another night with you?"
   Amy, who by the way was totally nude, made her way over
the bed and climbed up onto it, then lowered herself to a
seated position upon her knees.  She massaged one of her
full breasts with a hand and cavorted, "Well... if you don't
survive the night, at least you'll go out with a smile on
your face."  I let out an erotic sigh as she then added, "My
body is your playground, Jeremy.  Use me as you see fit."
   I took a deep breath and said, "If you put it that way..."

   I lunged at Amy upon the bed and met her mouth with my
very own for a slow, languid kiss.  Both of us moaned with a
mixture of sheer lust and desire as our tongues met between
our pressed mouths.  I stabbed at her tongue with my own,
then slid it in erotic circles over and across hers.  My
hands then trailed down her naked, slender back, and soon I
patted her lush, rounded ass with both of them.
   "Are you going to fuck me yet?" Amy asked, an expression
upon her face which indicated that she was hoping.
   I laughed at her words and replied, "It's good to see
that you realize what it is that you want, dear.  I could
never turn down such a request.  How?  What position?"
   Amy smiled and answered, "Doggie-style, of course!"
   I smiled at her energetic response and offered her another
deep-rooted kiss upon the lips.  An instant later, Amy backed
away from me upon the bed and flipped over - onto her hands
and knees.  She wiggled that shapely ass before my admiring
eyes once again and cooed, "Come on, Jeremy.  Come fuck me!"
   I took yet another deep breath and sighed, then literally
ripped my shorts down and off.  My briefs went next, and
then I joined Amy on the bed and settled in directly behind
her upon my knees.  I fisted my cock and prepared to enter
her pussy in her favorite manner - the doggie-style position.
   "Hmmmmm," she moaned, her head rolling about, as I latched
onto her hips with both hands and squeezed tightly.  I nudged
my bulging erection between her asscheeks and held it there
for quite some time, but then guided its swollen tip directly
into her tender, sweet pussy.  Amy tensed with sheer desire
as I did so, curling her neck backward and sighing.
   "Oh yeah... that feels good," Amy purred, a smile upon
her enchanting face as she glared over her shoulder at me.
"Oh yeah, Jeremy... fuck me."  Her expression tightened as
she added, "Fuck me, Jeremy.  Come on... fuck me.  Fuck me!"
   I moaned as well, gulping my throat, as the entire length
of my cock had now vanished into the confines of Amy's slit.
Not a trace of it could be seen; my testicles were stuffed
hard upon her quivering ass.  And guess what?  It felt GREAT!
   "Fuck me," Amy reiterated, her tone becoming more heated
and impatient.  "Come on, Jeremy.  Fuck me!  FUCK ME HARD!"
   With those words, I took a deep breath and began thrusting
away at the lush folds of her pussy.
   Knowing that Amy preferred her sex to be on the physical
side, there was no need to be slow or gentle to start things
off with her.  Within a matter of seconds, my hips were
churning about at full-speed as I blasted my cock in-and-out
of her wondrous pussy.  Best of all, Amy was already yelping
and screaming out in response.  Of course, I was, too.
   My senses were flaring with intense passion as I looked
down at the sight of my cock as it entered, exited and then
re-entered Amy's pussy in a constant cycle.  I clutched her
shapely ass with both hands, mauling its firm flesh, as my
body was alive with pure, unadulterated arousal.
   "Come on, Jeremy!" she roared, looking over her shoulder
at me once more.  "Come on!  Fuck me!  Fuck me HARDER!"
   I would have loved to follow through on Amy's request,
but that would be impossible.  How could I drill her any
harder than this?  My thrusts were quick and powerful, as
my cock blazed a trail deep within the confines of her slit.
It felt as if Amy's little pussy was clutching my shaft like
it was a fist, and did not want to let go.  I was giving her
everything I had, yet she still wanted more...
   "Come on, Jeremy!" Amy demanded, her eyes narrow, as she
still glared back at me.  "Fuck me harder than this!  Pound
me with your big cock!  Hurt me with it!  OHHHHH... come on!
You know I like it harder than this, Jeremy!  _COME ON_!"
   I shook my head at her words, wondering how she could
possibly even ask me to be anymore rough or physical with
her.  I was using every last ounce of strength within my body
to hammer her as it was.  I was just one man - not an army!
   My body was like a machine as my hips pistoned themselves
in a continual back-and-forth motion.  I gulped my throat as
the sensations slowly but surely began to overwhelm my mind.
I hesitated for an instant in mid-thrust to compose myself,
and get a second wind.  Then, I reached the final stretch.
   At least Amy was not begging me to pound her any harder as
I gave one final effort to blast her pussy with a series of
intense thrusts.  The red-head was now screaming out her
lust, pounding a fist upon the bed, as I pummeled her in the
doggie-style position.  I only had a few more seconds...
   "OH YES!" she roared, seeming to sense my predicament.
"CUM INSIDE ME, JEREMY!  CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!  FILL IT!"

   Those words pushed me over the proverbial edge.

   After burying my cock all the way inside her pussy, I
screamed out in absolute desire as I experienced one of my
more intense orgasms in quite some time.  I could feel the
sperm gushing outward from the tip of my cock, filling and
flooding her womb like only it could.  I teetered on the
very brink of madness, and felt for an instant or two that I
would pass out from this very extreme level of pleasure.
   At the same time, however, Amy seemed to let herself go
as well.  She pounded both fists upon the mattress and
screamed out in orgasmic passion, only for her magnificent
body to then go limp seconds later.
   In the aftermath, I collapsed on top of Amy in a (very)
satisfied heap, my cock still embedded within her pussy.
My breathing was quite ragged and labored, and my heart was
beating at a rapid pace.  Still, I caressed her beautiful
ass with my right hand and planted a kiss upon the back of
her neck.  It looked marvelous, being on display, with her
red hair all nice and braided up.  I kissed her neck again.
   "You're incredible, Amy..."
   The enchantress grasped my right hand and pulled it to
her mouth, then kissed it.  She licked and swiped away at
my index finger, saying, "Hmmmmm, yes.  I needed that."
   "Kristanna and Pamela are together tonight?" I asked her,
my voice weak.  "Why aren't you with them?"
   "I'd rather be here - with you," Amy answered, leisurely
licking my index finger with her tongue.  She then brought
the back of my hand to her forehead and held it there, while
also offering a gentle sigh.  "I know you and I just had sex
Saturday night.  But I wanted it again.  God, I NEEDED it."
   "I think you NEED it every night, Amy."
   She giggled at me.  "If you'd be willing to give it to me
every night, yes."  The 29-year-old paused and added, "Hey...
why were you going to sleep alone tonight?"
   "I'm actually pretty tired from you girls and your first
eight days on the island," was my response.
   "What about that rotation system that Kristanna spoke of?
You know... you were going to go to bed with a different one
of us each night, every night.  It's hard to have a rotation
system, Jeremy, if you sleep alone.  Know what I mean?"
   "I don't want to set up a rotation until all of you girls
are included," I told her.  "For that to happen, I have to
be assured that all of you are not only comfortable in being
with me, but you also WANT to be with me."
   "Who doesn't want to be with you?"
   "Stephanie comes to mind," I answered.  "Out of all of the
girls here, Stephanie is the only one who has not made any
sort of move on me yet.  I don't want to have a rotation up
and running until I am assured that she wants to be with me."
   "Stephanie is crazy if she doesn't want to be with you..."
   I smiled at her.  "Devon and Pamela want to be with me, I
am sure.  You do too, obviously.  Kristanna.  I do not think
Trish and Lindsay would have a problem with me.  My one time
with them thus far was incredible.  Though, it may be hard
to get them apart for an entire evening.  I think it is
apparent that those two are really in love together."
   "Trish is in love with Lindsay," Amy commented.  "Not the
other way around."  I was about to respond to those words and
ask what they were based on, but Amy spoke up before me.  "I
know that Pamela is really in love with you, Jeremy.  Pamela
was telling me earlier tonight that you are the nicest guy she
has ever met.  It was like she was glowing.  Just glowing."
   I smiled again.  "What can you tell me about Pamela, Amy?
You have spent more time with her than anyone thus far."
   "What do you want to know?"
   "What do you think of her as a person?"
   "Pamela is very quiet, very reserved," Amy replied.  "Not
a whole lot fazes her.  I think she has probably seen it all
being a stripper for so long, and maybe put up a protective
barrier around herself.  I also think she is depressed."
   My eyes were narrow as I countered, "Depressed?"
   Amy laughed.  "I don't think she is depressed now because
you are in her life, Jeremy."  Amy settled down and shrugged
her shoulders.  "But overall, yes, I think she is depressed.
Just hearing her talk at night about her life.  How she
wants to get married, but can't trust anyone.  How she loves
kids, but questions whether or not she will ever have any.
How she sits at home and reads a book while her sister, who
lives with her, goes out with guy after guy each night."
   "She can't trust anyone?"
   "Being a stripper for nine years has ruined her image of
people," Amy explained, those words reminding me of my long
discussion with Kristanna after dinner the other evening.
Kristanna referred to Pamela as a _wayward stripper who lost
her grasp on reality_.  Did Amy have that same perception?
   "Pamela sees the dark side of men every single time that
she goes to work," Amy added.  "Men come to that strip club
where she works and get drunk.  They get plastered.  Men go
there without their wife even knowing about it.  They tell
Pamela things like _I'd drop my wife in a second for you_.
They are loud, rowdy and obnoxious.  They are also vulgar and
disrespectful.  Pamela has to put up with that every night."
Amy shook her head.  "So when a nice guy comes up to Pamela
on the street in the middle of the day and just wants to be
friendly, she cannot trust him.  Even though the guy has no
idea that she is a stripper, Pamela cannot allow herself to
trust him.  She sees guys who look just like he does every
single night that she works drunk, loud and disrespectful.
She can imagine that nice guy on the street as one of those
guys at the club that she degrades herself to."
   Stunned by that explanation, I countered, "How do you
know all of that, Amy?  Did Pamela tell it to you?"
   Amy nodded her head.  "Yes, she most certainly did."
   "Does Pamela... does she... trust me?"
   "So far, yes," Amy responded.  "She is starting to, I
think.  It is easy with you though, Jeremy.  You are the
nicest guy I have ever met, too.  Any of us have ever met.
And your friend, Kristanna, has nothing but good things to
say about you.  She's known you for five years.  I think it
says something that she flies all the way from Norway to
Peru, and then back, to be with you one week every month.  I
had a hard enough time from Cincinnati to Miami, not to
mention Miami to Peru.  Kristanna flies double, triple that.
I think it says something about you.  Pamela thinks it says
something.  Kristanna is this sweet and cheerful girl.  She
probably has guys beating down her door in Norway to go out
with her.  But she flies here once a month to be with you.
And she has nothing but good things to say about you, Jeremy.
She told Pamela awhile ago that she would never meet a more
kind and loving man than you.  But I think Pamela knows that
already, all by herself.  Kristanna was just confirming it."
   "Pamela is an incredibly special girl in my eyes, Amy," I
confessed.  "And you can tell her I said that, too."
   Amy shook her head.  "She denies it - why I don't know -
but Kristanna is totally in love with you too, Jeremy."
   "WHAT?" I asked, caught off-guard.
   "Is this some kind of dating island?" Amy said after a
short pause.  "That is the impression that I have gotten
thus far, at least.  It seems like you are evaluating and
judging all of us.  I made the comment to Pamela a few days
ago that this island seems like one of those reality dating
shows on television."  Amy giggled and added, "You don't
have cameras hidden everywhere... do you?"
   Although I could tell that Amy was only joking, I gulped
my throat at her remark anyway.  Fortunately, Amy did not
catch me doing that.  If she did, though...