Story Name / Genre: "Island Paradise" (Part 29 of 30) -
M/F, F/F & just about everything else _____________________________________________________________
In the wee hours of the morning, not long before sunrise, I found myself slowly drifting out of a very relaxing and peaceful sleep. Once becoming somewhat aware and alert of my immediate surruondings, I could not help but to smile.
Tucked away all nice and snug in my arms, Amy slept quietly as the two of us lay together upon the wide bed in my personal suite. I luxuriated in the warm feel of her wondrous, naked body, letting it comfort and soothe both my skin and my senses. I then brought a hand to Amy's head, and gently ran my fingers through her long, silky red hair. Just having Amy so close to me was something very special.
Next, however, a frown came to my face. I was well aware of the fact that I had a little more than 24 hours before the group of Lisa, Torrie, Christina and even Amy would all be leaving the island. This was going to be their last full day here before returning home - and it obviously made me feel bad inside. I would miss all of them so very much.
Early tomorrow morning, I would escort the ladies to the mainland via the big boat which I originally brought them here in. Then, I would see to it that all four of the girls who were leaving boarded their flight back to America.
It had been an interesting summer to say the least. With the early departures of Gianna and Trish, to the friendship and camaraderie among all of the girls and the (hopefully) long-lasting relationship I would have with both Lindsay and Pamela... indeed, this summer had been very interesting.
Of course, one could not forget about the mind-blowing and seemingly non-stop sex which had taken place on the island over the past ten weeks. I had both witnessed and participated in many sexual encounters this summer, but my most memorable was undoubtedly the first time the ladies saw fit to gang-bang me.
It was after Gianna had left the island, but before Lisa (her replacement) arrived. Nevertheless, having to satisfy six women all at the same time proved too heavy of an undertaking for me to handle.
Still, however, this gang-bang was my favorite happening of the entire summer. In addition, it was not only the first time I got to have sex with the tender and sweet Lindsay, but I also got to loot and pillar her ass, too.
I will NEVER forget what a wonderfully intense feeling it was when I first inserted my cock into that little, precious ass of Lindsay's. Eventually, I simply passed out from it.
For those who like to re-live history - as I do - that encounter was detailed in chapter nine of this story.
I look back and smile at the way the relationship between Lindsay and Trish took off, then absolutely flourished. And at the same time, I frown at the shocking way it ended.
I smile at the realization that I had helped bring two people - Lisa and Christina - together. They were very much in love, and planned to build their lives around each other upon returning home. I can frown too, because it meant that I would likely never see either of them again.
I smile, knowing I had possibly created two monsters in Amy and Torrie. Both ladies had lofty aspirations of making a name for themselves in the porn industry. If they become big-time stars, I can take some of the credit for helping to broaden their horizons. Without my island, of course, I do not believe either lady would even be thinking of porn now.
To all of Amy and Torrie's future fans : YOU'RE WELCOME!
I also frown when thinking of the two sluts. Not only because they too, were leaving, but also because of the heated friction which existed between Amy and Trish when they had their dual spat over Lindsay a few weeks ago.
It was rather unfortunate, to say the least, and caused both Amy and Trish to ultimately distance themselves from each other. Although things were quickly settled between them, Amy and Trish did nothing together from that point on. There had been a genuine dislike between each of them.
I - like many of the other ladies - was still heartbroken over Trish's decision to suddenly leave. It had been a very tough and arduous final week on the island for most everyone here, but we made a joint commitment to one another to have the most fun possible. Considering the circumstances, I think the ladies and I had been greatly successful.
One person I found nothing to frown about was none other than Pamela. She was the woman I had been searching for my entire life. I was positively sure of that. Pamela was everything I had ever wanted in a woman - and more.
Not only was she beautiful, but Pamela was also very nice and friendly. She was outgoing and personable, and had a heart of pure gold. Even better, Pamela also had a very naughty and adventurous side of herself - but unlike Amy and Torrie - was able to control and harness it.
Thus, despite some of her wild shenanigans - including the fact that she had been employed as an exotic dancer - I didn't look at Pamela in the same light I did Amy and Torrie. Those two hellcats were out-and-out sluts, while Pamela straddled the delicate line of crossing over to become one.
That was the type of woman I wanted in my life. Someone who was adventurous and wild when it came to sex, but also self-guarded and always in control of herself.
My inner thoughts about the island and everything which had transpired during the summer were interrupted when Amy, still sleeping away in my arms, rustled around upon the bed. I held her close to me and kissed the crown of her head as she soon settled down and fell back into a relaxing sleep.
"You're a slut, Amy," I whispered outloud, wanting to speak but not wanting to wake her up. "But I also know beneath that, you're a good person. Others here on the island may not have seen that about you this summer."
I paused and added, "It's because of the things you have done this summer. Everyone here knows you're a slut. Look at what you did to Lindsay - that sweet, little girl." I kissed her head once again and concluded, "I hope whatever it is you are looking for in life, Amy, you find. I do."
If I needed a reminder of Amy's insatiable hunger when it came to sex, all I had to do was remember last evening.
Since it was her turn in the "rotation" to spend the night with me, Amy came to my personal suite with one thing on her mind. Normally, I sit and talk with the girls before we venture into the pleasure side of our evening. But last night with Amy, she was on her knees sucking my cock no more than five seconds after entering the suite.
Things between us escalated from there, of course. Once I filled her mouth with my sperm, I returned the oral favor and made Amy scream with my tongue. It wasn't much later when Amy and I were locked in the missionary position, pounding and hammering each other into sexual oblivion. I flipped her over, and sealed the deal by unloading a fresh batch of sperm fast and deep into her incredibly tight ass.
And that was just the beginning of our encounter.
I smiled to myself while imagining what type of roles Amy would play in her career as an X-rated actress. The first which came to mind was the image of Amy walking the streets at night, portraying a billion-dollar whore. Perhaps a married couple could acquire her services for the evening... or maybe a big group of guys? I could picture that easily.
I could also imagine Amy playing the role of a devoted submissive in her upcoming movies. All gagged and tied up, Amy would whimper and cry under the lashful whip of her Master or Mistress (or both). Indeed, that would be an adult film which I would do anything to get my hands on.
Turning the tables, I could also envision Amy playing the role of a bitchy lesbian boss in an adult movie. Perhaps she could "persuade" her female employees into providing favors for not only her, but some beautiful clients as well.
In a surreal idea, Amy playing the role of a cheerleader coach - with a group of fresh-faced college girls at her disposal - suddenly crossed my mind. The rumor among the girls could be if they want to make the squad, they have to do sexual favors for their nasty coach, Amy.
The reason it was a surreal thought was because I could also imagine Lindsay as being one of those cheerleaders. Amy, of course, had totally corrupted the once-pure-as-the- driven-snow Lindsay during the first week on the island. In the film, she would be corrupting those sweet cheerleaders...
My thoughts were interrupted once more as Amy rustled about upon the bed again. Still holding her tenderly, I smiled and gently kissed her forehead.
"What time is it?" came a weak, tired voice.
I frowned for an instant, because I did not want to wake Amy up. I wanted her to get some rest after what both of us went through last evening. "Five o'clock in the morning," I told her, looking at the digitized alarm clock beside us. "Go back to sleep, Amy. It's too early."
I felt some shuffling beneath the thin bed sheet, before one of Amy's hands gripped the growing lump between my legs. "You have a hard-on," she told me, still groggy and tired.
Leave it to none other than Amy to immediately notice an erection - even when she was half-asleep.
"You haven't been whacking off again... have you?" she said, letting out both a tired sigh and a lustful giggle.
"No, not really," I told her. "I've just been awake for a couple of minutes. I've been thinking about all of the wonderful things which have happened this summer." Amy began to stroke my erection as I moaned, before adding, "I was also thinking about what a slut you are."
Amy giggled at my words as she also became more alert and awake with each passing second. "Oh! That's why you have a big hard-on. Did you have any nasty thoughts about me?"
"Of course I did," was my chuckle of a reply.
Amy let out another moan as she continued frigging my erection. "What can I say, Jeremy? I simply can't resist a nice, hard cock. Whenever I feel one," she said, squeezing my shaft harder than before, "I just can't control myself." The slut moaned once more before saying, "Take me, Jeremy."
I growled outloud as Amy did not even wait for me to respond to her demand. She simply rolled on top of me, her hands going crazy upon both my chest and shoulders. An instant later, she attached her juicy lips to mine, and immediately began to ravage my mouth with her hot tongue.
As I encircled her voluptuous body and held her tight against me, Amy re-gripped my erection with her hand and started stroking again. At the same time, the nymphomaniac tilted and rotated her head about as her tongue lashed and explored every conceivable nook and cranny within my mouth. My world was already spinning...
Our breathing had quickly become fast-paced and quite labored, but that did not stop Amy from continuing her assault of a kiss upon me. She was much too consumed in the heat of the moment to be worrying about anything else.
Using my strength, I surprised Amy by suddenly rolling on top of her, and pinning her to the bed beneath me. I broke the kiss for a moment to catch my breath, then became the aggressor as I jammed my tongue hard and deep into her sweet mouth. All the while, Amy continued pumping my cock.
It may have been 5:00am in the morning - and despite the fact that neither of us were fully awake - Amy and I wasted no time as we heated each other up rather quickly.
I felt a certain, indescribable rush within myself while I continued to pin the naughty slut to the bed beneath me as our shared kiss only intensified. With my strength, I could keep Amy pinned beneath me upon this bed from now until the end of eternity. Even if she wanted to break free, the only way Amy could do so was if I were to let her.
It was a side of me which I had corralled and mostly kept concealed during the entire summer. But if there was ever a woman who I knew would be comfortable in a submissive role, it was Amy. She was a SLUT! I felt like being in control.
I wanted to dominate Amy.
This was also a side of me which I had yet to seriously explore with anyone. I would not be harsh or cruel; that was not my style - or my intent. I simply wanted control.
I broke the kiss off, but continued holding Amy upon the mattress beneath me. She looked up at me with a somewhat curious expression, then realized what was on my mind as I increased the pressure upon her shoulders. I could tell that this tiny bit of roughness had turned her on.
"You like that, Amy?" I asked in a taunting voice.
The vixen took in a deep breath before she nodded her head at me, her eyes wide with lust. "What are you doing, Jeremy? I haven't seen you act this way all summer..."
"When was the last time you were tied up?" I said, my voice calm and collected. "I know you have a submissive side, Amy. Tell me."
The 27-year-old's eyes flashed with hot desire as she stared up at me before replying, "Before I came here to the island... the day before, in fact."
"Tell me what happened," I demanded of her.
"My group of boyfriends," she replied, a mix of emotions running across her face. "All five of them... Each time I was gang-banged by them, they would always tie me up beforehand." She paused and added, "They treated me rough. Real rough, and harsh. I always felt it for awhile."
"You liked it... didn't you, Amy?" I said, pinning her shoulders to the mattress a bit harder. A new side of me was definitely coming out. "You liked it? DIDN'T YOU? Tell me you liked it, Amy. TELL ME!"
Talk about getting caught up in the heat of the moment...
"I loved it," she replied in a hushed tone. "Oh God... those guys could make me cum so hard. They would tie me up, and do so many nasty things to my body..."
I nodded my head at her and said in a calm tone, "Do you know why you loved it?" She shook her head, so I replied, "Because you're a SLUT! That's why you loved it." She nodded at me as I continued, "I know something else too, Amy. You know what that is? I know you want me to tie you up right now. You want me to make you into MY slut."
"Oh God, Jeremy..." Amy moaned, suddenly short of breath. "Please... please tie me up. I... I'd love that so much."
I originally planned for this exact moment to happen last evening, but when Amy came to my suite and sexually attacked me, all of my prior ideas went out the window. But with the domination, so to speak, of Amy already planned, I had a pair of silk scarves hidden away underneath the bed.
After retrieving them, Amy's eyes again flashed with hot desire as I grabbed ahold of her left wrist and placed it upon the headboard of the bed. Holding it there with one hand, I used the other to securely wrap the long scarf around her wrist and palm. Then, I triple-knotted it.
Laying flat upon her back, Amy tilted her head and looked up at her left wrist. She tried to move it, but found there was absolutely no give in my handiwork. It was secure.
I offered her a wicked smile before doing the exact same thing to her right wrist. A moment later, it was secure too.
Now with both wrists tied to the headboard above her, Amy was powerless. The way she squirmed about in the bonds - her arms flailing but her wrists staying motionless - told me so. The mere sight, along with Amy's excited expression, gave me a feeling of power which I had never felt before.
I did not need to verbally confirm that the red-head was comfortable in experimenting like this with me, because her face told me all I needed to know. Amy may have been more excited than even I was. It was entirely possible.
I offered Amy a hot, tongue-filled kiss before venturing south, trailing my lips down her chin and neck, her slender shoulders... and stopping at her breasts. I gently kissed and licked each nipple, before sliding my tongue into the deepened valley of her cleavage. As I did so, Amy's whole body tensed and flinched with obvious arousal.
"Tell me what your group of boyfriends did to you," I said, gently sucking on one of her plump nipples again. "I want to hear about it, Amy. Tell me how they treated you."
Moaning in response to my oral work upon her breasts, Amy squirmed about before replying, "They tied me up and spanked me. They... wh-whipped me, called me bad names. They made me beg to be fucked. Then they were always real rough and rugged when they gang-banged me."
"They made you beg?" I asked, wanting that confirmed.
"Yes," she replied.
I smiled to myself, before maneuvering about and standing up upon my knees. With my cock in hand, I then straddled Amy's neck and face, and started whacking off before her.
The nymphomaniac attempted to curl her neck upwards, so she could take my erection into her mouth. But, she found it was just barely out of reach. And with her wrists tied and secured to the headboard of the bed, there was nothing Amy could do about it, either.
The 27-year-old let out a whimper and stared up at me.
"I want to hear you beg," I said, stroking my erection before her pretty face. "I want you to beg me... beg, if you can suck my cock. Beg for me, Amy. Do it!"
The submissive in Amy was definitely coming out as an intense flash of excitement suddenly appeared upon her face. Her eyes wide, she shook her head before pleading, "Oh God Jeremy... let me suck your cock. Please let me suck it."
"What was that you said earlier?" I asked, still stroking my cock - just out of the reach of her mouth. Amy continued to squirm and writhe about, but her efforts were useless since she was so very well-restrained. "What was that?" I reiterated. "You... simply cannot resist a nice, hard cock?" Amy moaned loudly as I continued, "You can't control yourself when you feel one?" I rubbed the tip of my shaft upon her cheek, making her whimper in response.
"Oh yes," she said, her eyes alive with desire.
"Beg for me," I demanded. "Do it!"
"Fuck Jeremy!" she exclaimed, her temper flaring a bit. "I want that cock in my mouth! Please... please put it in my mouth. I want it so bad. I NEED it in my mouth!"
"What if I don't want to put it in your mouth?" I teased.
"Oh God..." she whined. "PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU!"
I suddenly realized that this was not a game anymore. Amy was completely serious. She needed it bad.
Not wanting her to wait any longer, I quickly thrusted my hips forward, jamming my cock hard and deep into her mouth. Although the slut did not have the use of her hands - which she always put to good use during oral sex - Amy still set forth with a very spirited and extremely ravenous blow-job.
Both of us growled with desire as I watched Amy bob her head up-and-down upon my erection, moving about at a fast, brisk pace. Her eyes locked with mine, I offered her a grin while running both hands through her silky mane of red hair.
"Oh yeah," I moaned, still smiling down at her. "No one sucks cock better than you do, Amy. I've always thought that." I paused and added, "But then again... no one gets quite as much practice at it, as you do, either."
Amy giggled at my words as she then swallowed the entire length of my shaft into her mouth, and held it there. I squinted my eyes and growled with intense passion as I felt the head of my cock lodged somewhere deep within her throat.
"Oh yeah..." I moaned, grinning. "You are a slut."
Amy never broke eye contact with me as she then started to bob her head up-and-down over my erection again. Just the mere sight of her as she lay on the bed beneath me, her wrists tied to the headboard as she orally worshipped me... it was almost enough to blow my mind (among other things).
Sensing this, I whisked my cock out of her mouth - and her reach - and began stroking it again. This time, I whacked myself much harder and faster than ever before. I had a mission in mind.
"I think all sluts should have cum on their faces," I growled, building toward an inner explosion within me. "I think they should have cum on their faces whenever possible, to let others know they are a slut too." Amy whined as I spoke, trying - but being unsuccessful - to curl her neck far enough to reach my cock with her lips and tongue.
I growled once more as my shaft erupted, sperm gushing outward from its tip. Amy kept her mouth open and tongue extended, but I made a conscience effort to aim elsewhere. The majority of my sperm landed upon her forehead and eyes, while the third (and final) blast splattered all across her cheek and nose.
Some of the excess cum oozed downward and onto her awaiting tongue, but for the most part, her face was completely saturated with my release. I moaned while releasing my cock, then placed a hand upon her forehead, and rubbed the cum which was there into her hair.
NOW she looked like a slut, too!
Amy whimpered yet again as I moved backward and took a seat beside her on the bed. She tried to break free from her bonds, but the silk scarves tied around both of her wrists were much too secure for that to happen. Defeated, she turned her face to look at me, and whimpered again.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked in a teasing voice.
"I'm so fucking hot now!" she exclaimed. "I need to cum. Please Jeremy... will you help me cum? Please?"
I smiled at her words while wondering to myself if this was the same overly aggressive Amy which I had known for the past ten weeks. She had displayed signs of dominance in her early encounters with Lindsay, and was usually the predator during her times with me.
However, I already knew from her profile/application on my computer that she had some experience as a submissive. Amy still seemed aggressive in this role. But, she had been reduced to a whimpering, needful slut who, at least for now, could not get what she wanted - as was usually the case.
I had to give it to her instead.
"Help you cum?" I said, still teasing her. It was good to have the shoe on the other foot, so to speak, during an encounter with Amy. I loved teasing her! "Help you cum? What have you done to DESERVE, to cum?"
"I sucked your cock..." she replied, her expression becoming more desperate. Amy was REALLY turned on now. "I think I did a good job. You said I suck cock better than anyone. Didn't you?"
I nodded my head and countered, "Yes, I did. No one has ever sucked my cock better than you." I paused and added, "But still... I don't see why you deserve to cum."
"I need it!" she exclaimed, still whining. "Oh God I need an orgasm right now... REALLY BAD! Please fuck me, Jeremy... or use your tongue on me. Something to get me off!" As she spoke, the vixen struggled and squirmed about in her restraints once again. "PLEASE!"
"Oh... okay," I told her, giving in. "I'll see what I can do for you, Amy. Slut Amy, that is."
The red-head's eyes grew wide as I reached underneath the bed and retrieved a hand-held dildo. "You're going to fuck me with that?" she asked, before squealing as I then found a tube of anal lubricant from underneath the bed as well.
I did not reply to Amy. I simply spread a good helping of the liquid gel over and across the big, eight-inch dildo.
"You're going to fuck my ass," she moaned in a statement, not a question. "With a dildo..."
I extended my tongue and held it outward from my mouth for a good five seconds before saying, "Yes, indeed. And while I fuck your ass with this dildo, I'm going to lick that slutty little pussy of yours with my tongue."
Amy moaned while her body vibrated with anticipation as I moved in between her widespread thighs. Settling down, I placed the dildo upon her rectum and held it there for a few seconds. Then, I suddenly popped it into her.
Panting with lust, Amy squirmed about some more as I soon inserted seven of the dildo's eight inches into her bowels. Her breathing had become a bit ragged, which I enjoyed. She let out a needful groan as I then said, "It's dinner-time."
With the dildo embedded deep within her ass, Amy's body thrashed about as I extended my tongue and began to swipe away at her pussy. Its folds were already damp and moist - and needless to say, it tasted absolutely delicious.
When I settled in and caught a rhythm with my tongue, I watched Amy from her joining of her thighs as she tried to fight her restraints yet again. No matter how much she arched her neck and back, or wildly flailed her arms, Amy could not free either of her wrists. It was useless and a waste of time to try, but she persisted...
Still holding the dildo within her anus, I focused all of my effort and energy upon her little nub of a clit. I nudged it with my lips while flicking my tongue over and across it in quick, rapid-fire succession.
That, along with the silk scarves, caused Amy's body to thrash about in an uncontrollable manner upon the bed.
Slowing my oral ministrations for a moment, I extended two fingers and thrusted them deep into Amy's pussy. She screamed out in pleasure as I did so, then her body began to hump and grind about as I jammed the fingers in-and-out of her. For good measure, I soon added a third finger too.
Focusing on her clit once again, I trapped it between my lips and gently tugged on it. This caused Amy to let out her wildest and most carnal scream yet. As a result, I did it again. This time, the insatiable slut clamped her thighs tightly around my head as she let out a deafening roar.
Sensing that Amy was close to an orgasm, I resumed my thrusting action as I drilled her pussy with three fingers. At the same time, I started to move the big dildo in-and-out of her rectum at a good, steady pace. Then, my tongue went into overdrive upon both her nether lips, and her clit.
Her thighs putting a vice-clamp upon my head, Amy screamed out a list of words and phrases which I could not make out. Whatever she said, it was erotic in nature because her voluptuous body was bucking and thrashing about upon the bed. It HAD to be erotic in nature.
"OH GOD!" I finally deciphered her saying. "MY PUSSY IS GOING TO EXPLODE! OH FUUUUUCK... I'M CUMMING!"
The 27-year-old clamped her thighs even tighter around my head as her neck and back arched high off the bed. She let loose a wild, animalistic scream as her sweet, delectable then pussy creamed both my tongue and face.
Nevertheless, I continued thrusting my fingers, as well as the dildo, into her respective orifices. As a result, Amy's cries and sounds of passion did not dwindle away as her body came down from the intense high of orgasm. They only stopped once I did - ONLY after licking her pussy dry.
"Oh fuck..." she moaned breathlessly, seconds after I withdrew both my face and fingers from the joining of her thighs, as well as the big dildo. "Oh fuck Jeremy... that felt so good. Thank you..."
I offered her a smile and said, "You're welcome, dear."
Amy grinned as well, before looking up at her wrists as they were still helplessly bound to the headboard of the bed. "I would give you a hug and a kiss, Jeremy... but I can't. Not right now, at least. Will you untie me?"
"No," I laughed, shaking my head. "I think you can stay that way for another two or three hours. I'm going back to sleep." I grinned before moving upward and laying down upon my side, next to her. "You're a slut, Amy. You need to be bound and restrained. Get some sleep yourself."
The red-head shot me a glance as she shook her head. "OHHHHH... you're going to get it now, Jeremy."
"What do you mean?" I asked, grinning.
"The other girls and I... we had a morning gang-bang planned for you," she replied, which caused my eyebrows to skyrocket. "This being the last full day all of us are here, you know. That will still happen." She paused and added, "But I'm going to personally see to it, Jeremy, that your entire world is ROCKED." She giggled and concluded, "We're going to DEMOLISH you during the gang-bang."
I turned my face the other way, not allowing Amy to see my expression as I gulped my throat in both apprehension and desire. A gang-bang which will rock my world? Demolish me?
I really did need a catch a few hours of extra sleep...
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