Island Paradise 7

Finally, Christina and I were together again. The level of happiness which both of us felt at this moment in time manifested itself when Christina ran over to me and threw her arms around my shoulders in an emotional embrace. Both of us hugged each other tightly, relishing the moment. It lasted for an extremely long time, and only ended when the 20-year-old goddess pressed her lips to mine for a kiss.

The kiss was very soft and tender at first. It was good to taste her sweet lips again. However, things escalated slightly when Christina extended her tongue to meet mine. Our tongues touched and danced together for a short while.

I didn't realize how much I had missed her until just now.

"It is so good to see that you're finally back where you belong," were my words after our kiss was broken. "Here, on the island... not only with me, but also with the girls."

Christina grinned and nodded her head in approval. "Yes, I agree. This is where I belong." She kissed me again and added, "It's good to see you again, too, Jeremy."

Christina turned and looked at the spread of television monitors on the wall. We noticed that Pamela and Trish were busy with their friendly tennis match, while Lindsay and Amy were off to the side, watching them. Torrie, meanwhile, was toweling herself off, from the shower, in her room.

"I've been here in the voyeur room for a couple of hours," Christina said, "and I've been reviewing some film. Looks like all these girls have been keeping you busy, Jeremy."

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "Yes, they sure have. I knew there would be lots of sex this summer but I guess I didn't realize how much. These girls are insatiable and I don't know if I can keep up with them."

"Well, if you're not always up to the task, I'm sure they can keep each other occupied," Christina told me. "I'll be in that mix as well. You know, Jeremy... what a girl wants, is a good tongue. It's what she needs. No one can give that to a girl better than another girl herself."

"Maybe so, but these ladies are also hungry for cock," I countered. "I'm to the point where I think that Amy is obsessed with it. She needs it more than any of the others."

Christina paused for a moment, lost in thought. "Oh, Amy. If I remember correctly, isn't she the one who has like five or six boyfriends back home who gang-bang her on a regular basis? I think I remember that from her profile..."

"Yes, she's the one," I said. "Amy is so used to having all the cock she wants, anytime she wants... but here on the island, it's not always there for her. Not yet, anyway."

Christina giggled and returned, "You're not thinking of bringing that big group of guys here early, are you?"

"Oh no," I replied. "They're still down the line. But I am looking forward to watching Amy get gang-banged. I'm also going to make sure that Pamela gets one, too. She told the others yesterday that it is one of her fantasies."

The 20-year-old nodded. "Yes, I seen that tape. Pretty hot - what they did to Lindsay with those big dildos."

I took another look at the tennis match on screen, then sat down in a nearby chair. "Tell me, Christina. What is the deal with you, all of a sudden, being the new maid?"

The slender blonde giggled. "Oh, it's just an idea. I want to fit in with the rest of the girls. I don't want them to look at me as an authority figure, as they do you. I think it will be much better this way."

"But a maid?" I asked. "I can't think of you as a maid."

She shrugged her shoulders and returned, "Well, if I knew

that Gianna wanted to leave early, we could have slid myself right in as her replacement instead of Lisa. But I didn't know that Gianna was leaving until I got to the voyeur room this morning. I watched and listened to you talk to the other girls about it. I already told Amy and Pamela last night that I was the new maid. Can't change that now..."

"Louisa isn't going anywhere," I said in a firm tone.

"I don't think there's a better housekeeper anywhere."

"Oh, I'm not wanting to get rid of Louisa," the vixen returned. "Think of me as the Assistant Housekeeper, but in name only. Louisa will still be able to do her job." She grinned and added, "Besides, I brought with me a little French maid's outfit... and I'm dying to wear it."

My cock began to twitch with those words. Imagining the tall, waif-like blonde in a French maid costume sent my mind racing with desire. Christina wasn't quite as physically developed as some of the other ladies on the island, but her figure would look quite nice in such a revealing outfit.

Christina looked at my crotch and giggled. "Torrie was probably right. Why, you've had a non-stop erection since the very moment their plane touched down... haven't you?"

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "Yeah, and I can't help it. On the other hand, as I said, I don't know if I can keep up with them. I'm pretty worn out now, as it is."

Christina sneered and countered in a teasing tone, "You told me once you could fuck 24-7. Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You seem to be backing away now."

I laughed and replied, "That was before I actually had to go 24-7. These girls here are insatiable."

"Yes, I learned that from Amy and Pamela," Christina grinned. "Especially Amy."

"Why did you come in here last night and take them from me, Christina? I was looking forward to waking up with them in my arms. Amy said you came into my suite, in the middle of the night when I was sleeping, and took her and Pamela away for a three-some."

"I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I was so fucking horny," was her blunt reply. "I just think Pamela is so beautiful, and I had to get my hands on her. Amy isn't bad either. We went back to their room and had a WILD time."

"Get your hands on her?" I countered. "Don't you mean, get your tongue IN her?"

"That too," the quirky blonde giggled. "Just the same way you just got to stick your cock in Torrie."

I nodded at her. "I know you were watching us."

"I don't deny it!" the nympho returned. "I don't deny it

at all. I was sitting here, watching and masturbating. It really get me off to see you treat Torrie that way, Jeremy." Christina turned her attention toward the spread of monitors and pointed at one. "Look. The tennis match ended and now they're all sitting around, talking." She grinned and said, "I feel like eavesdropping on them... don't you?"

"Of course!" was my incredulous reply. Christina flipped the audio on, then took a seat beside me.

"I wish Jeremy would tell us more about the money," Trish said, in the middle of a conversation. She, Lindsay, Pamela and Amy were all relaxing at a table near the tennis court. Torrie was the only one of the ladies who wasn't there. A quick check of the monitor for her room showed that she was fixing both her hair and mascara.

"The difference between fifty grand and half a million is a lot," Lindsay offered. "I'm with Trish. I wish he would tell us how to get the big money."

"It could really be anything," Pamela chimed in.

"What happens if having sex with him is against his

rules?" Trish wondered. "I mean, I know you two - Amy and Pamela - have had sex with him. What happens if he only plans to give the big money to the one who doesn't seduce him... or the one who seduces him last? Maybe this summer is a big test of our willpower to resist... I don't know."

"Maybe the rule is whoever seduces him the MOST," Lindsay offered. Everyone took a deep breath. They were at a loss. They had no idea what my supposed "rules" were.

Amy sighed and said, "Well, to tell you the truth... if it does happen to be that whomever has sex with him the LEAST amount of times gets the money, or whatever... I'll lose. I need to get fucked. I'll take the fifty thousand and be happy with it as long as he fucks me all summer long."

"Having sex with him is not against his rules," Pamela told the group. "I remember him telling me yesterday that, as he put it, gorgeous women wanting to have sex with him is definitely not against his rules. So it's not a worry."

"Then it must be the one who fucks him the most," Lindsay surmised. "That has to be it."

"He'll probably give the money to you, Pamela," Amy said.

"What makes you think that?" the blonde asked, seemingly

caught off-guard by the comment.

"Heh," Amy countered. "Jeremy likes you more than anyone else here. I think that's pretty obvious."

Trish snickered and said, "He likes Pamela more, yes.

But he hasn't been with me yet."

I gulped at those words, then felt a hand rubbing the big bulge which had formed between my legs. For the first time here in the voyeur room, while watching the ladies, that hand did not belong to me. It was Christina's. I looked over at her as she rubbed my crotch, a smile on her enchanting face.

"How does it feel, Jeremy?" she asked in a teasing tone. "How does it feel hearing these girls talk about you like you're a piece of meat?" She giggled and added, "Why, all Amy wants is for you to fuck her... all summer long."

I sighed and took a deep breath. "I won't make it."

Christina giggled again, still rubbing my crotch. "I

don't think you'll have all that much of a choice in the matter. Doesn't sound that way. You'll have to find a way to make it." She paused and added, "Amazing. Amy don't even care about the money. All she wants is to get fucked."

Christina's nasty words were getting me more excited with every passing second. "If you don't watch it, dear, you're going to wind up getting fucked by me in a minute here."

The blonde laughed and countered, "Oh really? I thought you said you were too worn out for that." Her hand, which had been massaging my cock through the shorts I had on, now started to pump and stroke it vigorously.

I shook my head at her. "You asked for it, girl."

The conversation between the four ladies on the "spy cam" continued as I pulled Christina into my lap. We looked at each other for an instant and smiled, knowing what was about to happen. Then, I cupped her chin with my right hand and pressed my lips to hers for a warm kiss. At the same time, my other hand rubbed and caressed the side of her hip.

Christina moaned gently as she sat in my lap, while also gyrating her tender ass in a very suggestive manner upon my increasing erection. The action only excited me even more. I wrapped my arms around the vixen as the ferocity of our kiss reached even greater proportions. We were exchanging both our lips and tongues in a mad, heated rush of passion.

Meanwhile, Christina grabbed my right hand with one of her own and moved it up to her left breast, and held it there. I already knew what she wanted. I squeezed the side of her firm breast and offered it several quick strokes through the tank-top she wore. I moved my opposite hand to her ass and started to pinch and grope it as well. Between the kiss and the dual work of my hands, it wasn't too long before the 20-year-old was squirming about in pure arousal.

"Do you know what I want to do right now, sweetheart?" I gasped, after breaking our kiss. I looked at her, awaiting a response.

"No, Jeremy... what?"

A smile came to my face. "Let's forget simple foreplay

this time and get right to the good stuff."

She grinned at me in return. "What do you have in mind?"

I looked over at a wooden table which was against the far

wall. "I want you to go over there, Christina. Lay down upon that table and open your legs for me."

"You... You're going to eat my pussy?" was her question.

Just the mere thought of it, I could tell, excited her.

"Yes dear, I am."

Christina sprung up from my lap and hurried over to the table. Once there, she pulled her cotton shorts down, and off. It didn't surprise me that she wasn't wearing panties. The perky blonde then got rid of her tank-top and just like that, her firm, taut body was all there for me to see. No bra on her either, quite obviously.

Her very next move was to take a seat on the edge of the table. She scooted backwards and then laid down across the hard, wooden surface, in a length-wise position. Christina spread her succulent thighs for me, opening herself up. She then rubbed herself as I admired her pretty, little pussy.

"I'm already wet from when I masturbated before," the blonde said. "But I'm sure you'll get me even more wet."

"You can count on that, sweetheart," was my response. I grabbed a chair and walked over to where Christina was sprawled across the table. Then, I put the chair down and took a seat - directly in front of her outstretched thighs.

I reached out with a fingertip and flicked it across the delicate area between Christina's moist pussy lips. She writhed about in response, obviously enjoying this. I loved to watch a woman squirm. Next, I inserted a finger between her womanly folds and thrusted it in-and-out at a slow pace.

"That feels so good, Jeremy," the 20-year-old moaned.

I smiled at her. "Wonderful, sweetheart. I like to hear

you say that. Tells me I'm doing something right."

Christina reacted with a shrieking moan when I inserted a second finger into her. Now, two fingers were busy pumping themselves in-and-out of her. I increased their speed just before extending my tongue and offering her delicious pussy a full, sweeping lick.

As a result, the seductress cried out and arched her back high into the air. As my fingers continued with their deep thrusts, I gave her pussy another slow, thorough lash with my tongue. Christina let out a wild moan and clenched her thighs tightly around my head. She definitely enjoyed this!

I switched to a series of short, quick jabs with my tongue, with the occasional slow, sweeping lash mixed in for variety. Needless to say, the taste was heavenly. Christina could only squirm and writhe about in lust, as moans and gasps continued pouring out from deep within her throat.

Once my tongue began to work in rapid-fire succession upon her gooey clit, I realized that Christina was very close to an orgasm. Wanting to bring her that pleasure, I flicked and raked my tongue even faster upon her ultra-sweet spot.

"You like this, don't you?" I mumbled against her slit.

"Tell me you like, sweetheart. Tell me."

"OH YES..." Christina groaned. "YES, I DOOOOO..."

My tongue shifted into an ever higher gear, and now I was

determined to make her explode in climax. Not surprisingly, I was successful in my attempt. Christina arched her neck and back high off the table and into the air, then wailed in pure and utter lust as she experienced a ferocious orgasm. I continued lapping away at her pussy, wanting to taste and sample every last ounce of the love-juice which seeped out. It was so intoxicating!

I only stopped my licking once her orgasm subsided.

In the aftermath, Christina's body shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow. I eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of the vixen's thighs. Then, I reclined back in the chair and looked at her. Her expression was golden; full of contented bliss. It made feel really good to know that I had brought her such pleasure.

"Please fuck me," she said.

I was caught off-guard by that comment. "What?"

"Please fuck me," Christina repeated, almost begging for

it. "I want you, right now. Fuck me. Fuck me now!"

Unable to ignore such a request, I stood up and moved the chair out of the way, then got rid of my shorts. Laying across the table with her hips at the very edge, Christina extended both of her legs high in the air and looked at me expectantly. Still standing, I moved between her thighs and then guided my erection into the tight confines of her pussy.

Christina's eyes closed and her expression became very tense as she let out a long sigh. I grabbed her ankles, which were up around my shoulders, and held onto them with both hands as I immediately began to thrust myself into her. Everything about this particular encounter was quick, and to the point. There was no foreplay or teasing involved.

Soon, I caught a steady rhythm as I continued to hammer away upon Christina's sweet, little pussy. I was using a tremendous amount of energy and strength while thrusting away as hard as I possibly could. I reached down with one hand and latched it onto the blonde's tight, taut ass.

My only regret about this encounter was that there was no camera here in the voyeur room. It would have been nice to have one right now. I would love to re-live this moment, over and over again. Then again, who wouldn't?

Christina was laying across the table, her legs high in the air, as I stood and fucked her pussy with all the power I could muster in my body. Her face full of wanton lust, Christina's firm breasts were bouncing about wildly as I continued to pummel away. It truly was an erotic sight.

It was also enough incentive for me to decide, right there, to install a camera here in the voyeur room at the earliest opportunity. I was quite certain that Christina and I would have several more encounters like this here during the summer... especially when spying on the other girls as they had sex with each other too.

The enchantress let out a thunderous, booming scream and then proceeded with a series of short yelps and moans as I continued with the heavy, non-stop thrusting motion. I was pounding Christina at a furious, unrelenting pace. Her eyes were wide open, her expression tight, as she glared up at me in what best could be described as absolute, carnal delight.

No matter how I much tried, though, I could not contain the explosion which was about to occur within myself. I wanted to pound Christina a bit longer, but couldn't.

A scream ripped from my throat as my cock erupted like a volcano deep within the blonde's pussy. At the very same time, Christina experienced yet another orgasm of her own. Both of us growled and wailed out in utter lust as we rumbled together in a mutual climax. What an awesome moment...

After the waves had come and gone, I took a step back and leaned against the side wall. Christina was incredible. She was a little hellcat when it came to sex. I was so glad that her and I were "partners" in terms of the island this summer. I really could not think of a better person to have with me.

"That was even better than I remembered it," the goddess cooed. "That felt very, very good. Made my day!"

I was about to say something in return, but a voice from behind us jarred my senses.

"I can't believe you had sex with Jeremy too!"

I turned and realized that the voice came from the audio speaker, in connection with the "spy cam". The voice, as I recognized it, belonged to Lindsay.

On one of the television screens, the group of Lindsay, Trish, Pamela and Amy were all still near the tennis court, sitting and relaxing at a table. Torrie had joined the mix as well. Lindsay's exclamation was pointed toward Torrie.

"Now everyone has fucked Jeremy except me and Lindsay," Trish said, looking at Torrie. "That's not fair."

I took a step closer and decided to pay attention to this part of the conversation. It looked promising. Christina, also curious, sat up on the table and looked at the screen.

"We need to make it fair," Lindsay said to Trish. "If Pamela and Amy can go to his room at night, basically show up and ask him to fuck them... so can we. In fact, we should go and do it right now!"

My eyes grew big with those words. Lindsay and Trish wanted to have sex with me... right now? I was so tired. Being with Christina only added to it. How in the world could I handle two more women with such a short period of rest? Both of them at the same time? I'd pass out!

"I don't think now is a good time," Torrie told them. "Jeremy did say that he had some things to do on the island. That's why he didn't stay in the shower longer with me. Else, he and I still may be in there..."

"Now is not a good time - fine," Trish countered. "Then Lindsay and I will just go to his suite tonight, after dinner. Since he fucked the three of you already, we're going to DEMAND that he fuck us too!"

I gulped at those words. How could I satisfy both of them? My body was running on fumes. One, maybe. But two luscious ladies, at the same time? I couldn't do it...

"Hey, what about me?" Torrie said, almost in a whine, looking at Trish. "You said I could spend the night with you and Lindsay, after Gianna left this morning. I don't want to spend the night all by myself..."

"You don't have to," Lindsay told her. "I don't see any problem with you joining Trish and I. All three of us can have sex with Jeremy. Three girls on one guy!"

I let out a loud gasp in response to those words, which

brought a sneery giggle from Christina. She knew what was

going through my mind. She knew that I was tired and needed

a break from all this wild, carefree sex. I needed to

re-charge my batteries. Still, my immediate reaction to

Lindsay's idea of a three-on-one was funny to Christina.

"I'll... I'll never last," were my quiet words. "There is no way... No way at all."

I wasn't complaining, mind you. I just needed some time for my body to recuperate. I was very thankful that these women, as beautiful and as charming as all of them were, wanted to throw themselves at me. But I was just about at my physical limit. I needed some rest. A day or two at the very least. Maybe even three.

How could I satisfy Lindsay, Trish and Torrie all by myself, at the same time? It seemed to be impossible...

"Hey..." Amy said, "if the three of you are going to his room tonight, is it alright if Pamela and I tag along too?"

OH MY GOD! I almost blacked out when Amy said that.

"All five of us can have him at the same time," she added with a hopeful, mischevious smirk.

"We'll give him a heart attack," Pamela quipped.

"I don't have a problem with you two coming with us,"

Trish replied. "It can be a big group fuck. Five girls and one guy." She grinned and added, "We'll see what he's made of... how long he can last."

"If he can't last," Torrie said, "we still have each other. I'll bring my collection of dildos, just in case."

Christina was laughing at the situation as I turned and looked at her. I didn't know what to do, or even what to think. ALL FIVE OF THE LADIES WANTED ME! AT THE SAME TIME!

These girls were so insatiable that no matter how tired I was, or even if I passed out on them, they would not quit until receiving the proper amount of satisfaction from me.

Pamela was right in what she said... I could very well have a heart attack! At age 27, no less!

That was a bit of an exaggeration, of course. But hey, if it were to happen, at least I'd go out with a smile...

"You'll be okay, Jeremy," Christina offered in a soothing voice. "I'll talk to the girls. I'll see to it that this five-on-one doesn't happen tonight after all."

I was confused. "How will you do that?"

Christina let loose a big smile and replied, "I'm sure

they will let me join them. So instead of five, you'll have six girls to fuck!" She laughed at her own words for several seconds and then added, "All at the same time!"

I could do nothing but stare at her in stunned silence.

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