Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 08

"I do," was my answer. "I got two lap dances from you, actually - one each on two separate occasions."

"Yeah," she nodded, now recalling that as well. "After the second one, you told me that you did not want me to dance for you ever again because you were afraid that giving you a lap dance reminded me of work - and I had JUST told you how much I truly despised being a stripper."

"I remember."

"Work never crossed my mind during either of those lap dances that I gave to you," she informed me. "Even though the idea turned you off because you felt it reminded me of work, you were hard as a rock regardless. I had never felt your cock so hard, so I KNOW you had a physical reaction to it. But guess what? I was excited, too. I was excited due to the simple fact that you were excited, and my dancing was giving you pleasure. That was all that mattered to me. I wanted to give the man that I love pleasure."

"Never once did I say to myself, oh, this is what I do for a living. Oh, Jeremy has a hard cock now, so he must look at me in no better light than all the other guys at the strip club. No, I was excited and happy. I WANTED to dance for you and get you EVEN harder."

It proved to be difficult for me to come up with a suitable response for her. "I ... I've just always wanted you to know that I care about you, Pamela, and I think you are special. I have always wanted to ... respect you ... because I think you ... you are so much better than the prototypical stripper."

"I already know you feel that way!" she insisted, kissing me yet again. "Trust me, I am well aware of it. You don't want me to have any doubts as to your sincerity. I understand that. I appreciate it. And no matter what you say or do, Jeremy, I will never forget it. I'll never doubt it."

I gulped my throat once more. "I don't like looking at you, Pamela, in that sort of light - you know, as a stripper."

"Then don't!" Pamela roared, now becoming even more exasperated. "My God, Jeremy! Whatever I do for you, or offer to do for you, it is because I LOVE you ... not because I am being paid to do it. Anything sexual I have ever done with you has not reminded me of work in the absolute slightest."

Suddenly feeling timid and little, I lowered my head and sulked, "I'm different, Pamela, and I know it's frustrating."

"You're you," she offered, using a single finger to lift my chin and bring my eyes in line with hers. "That's why I love you. Listen, Jeremy. I appreciate the fact that you want me to get away and distance myself from my years as a stripper. I really do. But look around you." Pamela motioned toward the bright, sunny sky, as well as the sparkling beach and the tide around us. She grasped my right hand with hers and brought it to her heart. "I cannot get any further away from that life than I am right now, right here - with you. I am so far away from it that I'm actually forgetting it. If I do something sexual with you, or ... PROVOCATIVE, maybe even something really naughty, those memories of what I used to do for a living are not going to come rushing back to me."

"Why is it you can put Amy over your knee so easily, and spank her until she cries?" Pamela wondered. "Why can you have Lindsay dress up as a schoolgirl and cheerleader, and just tear her to shreds without a single thought? Yet when you are with me, you've always been scared to do anything. Why is that? I know you're physically attracted to me. I've known that from the outset. I see the way you look at me, Jeremy. You are always devouring me with your eyes."

"I have just always wanted to respect you," was my honest answer. "I just ... I knew how much you hated your job. You only did it for the money. It was so degrading for you ... so humiliating, to subject yourself to that for all those years. I just never wanted to say or do something that ... that would remind you ... of that aspect of your life."

"Are you saying that you do not respect Lindsay or Amy?"

"Not at all."

"No way I thought you didn't," she nodded.

"It's just ... my relationship with Lindsay and Amy is different. I look at all of you girls differently; I treat all of you differently. I respect the hell out of Lindsay and Amy. I would not be with them if I didn't. But my relationship with them - how it was built and then evolved - is vastly different than what I have with you. They all end up at the same point - I love all three of you more than life itself - but each individual path to get there is different."

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "It has always been easy for me to be sexually free and active with Lindsay and Amy. I don't know, Pamela ... I just don't. There are some things that I am very comfortable doing with Lindsay, for example, that I would never ask or insinuate from say ... Devon. And vice versa. As I said, I treat all of you girls differently, but the end result remains the same regardless."

"I went through this same, exact thing with Trish several months ago, Pamela. I had my reservations about becoming sexually intimate with Trish because I had the underlying fear that if something went wrong in taking things to the next level, it would possibly ruin the friendship I had with her. That friendship I have with Trish is still more important to me than anything else the two of us have with each other. It exceeds everything."

"I remember that you and Trish started talking and really confiding in each other before I originally left," Pamela commented. "I knew that you and her were good friends. But you were able to get past that fear, yes? From what Trish tells me, you and her have a strong sexual relationship now."

"We do," I responded. "We worked through it, I guess."

Pamela smiled. "Then you and I need to do the same. I will have sex with you EVERY SINGLE DAY, Jeremy, until you have no more reservations or concerns about anything that has to do with me and you."

"Every ... single day?" I asked, my eyes wide.

Pamela nodded. "And even after you are comfortable and at ease, Jeremy, I will STILL have sex with you EVERY SINGLE DAY just for the simple reason that I won't be able to keep my hands off of you. I'm going to wear you out!"

Just then, my tablet buzzed.

I glanced back at the device, which was wrapped up in a beach towel and safely away from any harm of being splashed by the incoming tide. Pamela nodded her head at me again, then the two of us ventured the 30 feet onto dry land and noticed that there was a text message from Kristanna.

"You really need to quit being such a gentleman and fuck Pamela now," were my newlywed bride's words for me.

A new message came in just as I finished reading the first one. This time, it was from Lindsay's personal cellular number. "u better respect me, u old man! lol"

Pamela snickered. "Looks like we have an audience, huh? They must be watching us in the voyeur room."

"All of us are in the voyeur room," came a text from Devon mere seconds later.

"We're dying to see Jeremy fuck you!" Amy chimed in.

Pamela was laughing hysterically. "Why am I not offended one bit that we're secretly being watched by a band of sex-starved nymphomaniacs?" Pamela looked up into the air and playfully roared, "You bunch of perverts!"

It took a few seconds, but a new message came rolling in.

"Perverts? We're not the ones naked on the beach fingering our pussies! You're the pervert! LOL"

"You got me there, Kristanna," Pamela conceded, still laughing up a storm.

"Pammy the pervert!" Lindsay offered.

"You need to tear into Jeremy and really go at him," Trish texted. "Trust me, it will loosen him up really quick."

"That's the best idea yet," Pamela surmised, placing both hands upon my shoulders and recklessly shoving them.

When I landed flat on my back, the hot, dry sand literally seared my skin as Pamela ripped my swimming trunks off in one quick, easy motion. My cock, still fully erect from before, sprung out like a flagpole and Pamela immediately grasped its base with her right hand. She offered the underside of my cock a long, sweeping lick with her tongue, then took its bulging tip between her lips and began to work her magic.

I tossed my head back and growled in utter lust as Pamela applied a moderate amount of suction upon my cock with her mouth. Still gripping its base, with her pinky finger now kneading my testicles for good measure, Pamela kept her eyes trained upon my face as her head bobbed up-and-down at a slow, languid pace. I reached out and brushed away a long clump of her wet, messy hair, fully exposing her face so I could admire it as she offered me the royal treatment.

When Pamela withdrew my shaft from the wondrous clutches of her mouth, she again serenaded its underside with slow, loving swipes of her tongue.

"You're going to have to learn how to respect me from now on, Jeremy, with your cum all over my face," she proclaimed, swallowing my cock yet again. Her right hand began to pump and frig harder than before, which did nothing but send erotic bolts of electricity coursing all throughout me.

The 30-year-old moved her lips away one more time, and now stroked the full length of my shaft with her little, manicured hand. It nearly became a blur for several seconds Pamela was doing it so fast, but she released my cock from her hand only then to fully engulf into her hungry mouth.

Teetering on the brink of sexual madness, I grasped Pamela's left hand - which had been buried in the sand - with my right and squeezed lovingly as I glanced at her and really took in the beautiful, amazing sight.

Gloriously nude and on her knees between my outstretched legs, Pamela's backside was perched toward the sky and her luscious, massive breasts bounced and flopped about as she sucked my cock with wild abandon. This time, Pamela was the one who brushed a heavy clump of her pristine, silky-smooth hair away from her face with a forearm.

Unable to take any more of this sweet, divine torture, my body tensed and I growled out like a madman as I lost control of my faculties. When my cock erupted, Pamela quickly pulled it from her mouth and let the gooey blasts of sperm land and splatter all across her face. Her brown eyes flashing with absolute desire, Pamela stroked my shaft for all it was worth until every last ounce of semen had been extracted from it.

Once the intense satisfaction of orgasm had come and gone, I reclined my head back with the sand beneath us and sighed contently. That mouth of hers could bring world peace!

"Now wasn't that FUN?" Pamela squealed, full of happiness, her voice causing me to look up at her. Her face covered in sperm, Pamela began to wipe it with two extended fingers and licked each of them dry in repeated succession.

I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my tablet, which meant I had received a new text. It was quickly followed by another buzz, then a third. I glanced toward the device, but found Pamela already on her hands and knees above it, apparently reading the new stream of messages.

"What is it?"

Pamela giggled. "Just the others being silly is all. They are obviously having a blast spying on us."

I watched with adoring eyes as Pamela then stood up and stretched her arms and legs, her magnificent, nude body on full display, before returning to the water and momentarily submerging herself underneath an incoming wave.

"Hey mister," Pamela called out once she resurfaced, now drenched and refreshed from head to toe, crooking a finger and motioning for me to join her in the water again, "I'm not done with you yet. Get over here! You've got work to do!"

Once I was able to make it to my feet and move toward Pamela, she turned her back to me and met me in a knee-deep current. I slipped both arms around her torso from behind, my hands quickly gravitating toward her bare breasts and groping them thoroughly. Pamela began to grind her ass upon my pelvis - obviously wanting me to become hard again - as she turned her face to the side and found my mouth with her own for a hot, scorching kiss.

I slipped one hand downward, between her thighs, and began to massage her tender pussy as my opposite hand continued to maul her breasts. Pamela reached back and grasped my cock, only to again start to stroke and pump away, as her tongue danced and dueled with mine under the blazing sun.

"Maybe tomorrow or the next day," Pamela giggled, "you and I can have sex like this in the snow in Ohio." She snickered some more and cooed, "Wouldn't that be something?"

"Sounds like an ideal place, sweetheart."

"Yeah, an ideal place to become sick and catch pneumonia!"

"Perhaps we will stick to a nice, warm bed, then."

"Or the kitchen counter," she swooned, which caused me to moan out in response. "Or you bending me over the dining room table and doing me from behind like I'm a bad girl - like Amy. As long as it's indoors, I won't complain"

"What do you want Santa Claus to bring you for Christmas?" was my next question. "I need to know."

Pamela turned to face me in the surf, her arms encircling my shoulders. That radiant smile of hers returned as she kissed me, saying, "I already have what I want for Christmas." The young woman kissed me five more times in quick, rapid-fire succession. "All I want is to be with you and the girls."

"I love you, Pamela," I simply told her, still amazed that she was not only back in my life, but also because of her new-found acceptance of the other ladies and our way of doing things. "I'm so happy that we can finally be together."

"So am I," she whispered, kissing me again. "And I love you too, Jeremy. You'll never know how much."

I latched onto Pamela's ass with my left hand and used my opposite to lift and raise one of her legs. I kept bringing it higher and higher - past her waistline and eventually to a near 75 degree angle pointing toward the Heavens above. Pamela yelped, nearly losing her balance in the process, as she stood on one leg in the water in such an awkward pose. I dropped down to one knee before her, then moved my eager lips and tongue toward her wet, smoldering pussy.

Pamela propped the upper portion of her thigh across my face and held onto my shoulder to steady herself with one hand, the other helping hold her left leg skyward, as I began to furiously swipe and lap away at her exposed folds. It did not matter to me that this image of us in such a unique position seemed to be right out of a pornographic movie. All that mattered right now was my curious, flicking tongue, and how much pleasure it could deliver to Pamela.

She was already panting and writhing about in total desire above me. Listening to her soft squeals and gentle moans as I worked over her swollen, puffy lips - not to mention her tasty clitoris - was absolute music to my ears.

"Fuck me, Jeremy," Pamela suddenly begged, freeing her left leg from my grasp and then slowly bringing it back down to its natural position. "Please fuck me. Do it now."

Unable to ignore such a request, I spun Pamela around so she was facing away from me here in the water. When she bent over and jutted her shapely, picture-perfect ass upon my pelvis, I latched onto either side of her abdomen with my hands and jammed my cock hard and fast into her pussy.

"Oh my God!" Pamela growled when I began to forcefully thrust myself in-and-out of her. Pamela reached back with both hands to spread her ass-cheeks apart, obviously wanting me to achieve maximum penetration. We soon caught a mutual rhythm, our bodies bouncing and slapping together violently, as I hammered away at her with every last fiber of my being.

I certainly hoped that the show Pamela and I were putting on for the others - namely Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - was entertaining enough for them as they spied on us from the comfort of the voyeur room back at the estate. I blasted away at Pamela with all that I had, wanting to jam my cock so far and deep into her pussy that it would literally pop right out her mouth. Watching her toned, voluptuous body as she bucked and churned in response to what I was doing to her was pure visual stimuli to me.

But at such a frenetic pace, this moment could not last.

Pamela and I rumbled and vibrated together in erotic unison as we experienced simultaneous orgasms. It felt like an explosion took place within my lower stomach, only to then quickly spread to my extremities, and all points inbetween. In my mind's eye, guns blazed and fireworks went off overhead as I went through the unequaled joy of release.

A truly good, tingly sensation then washed over me all at once, and I felt weak yet hyper at the same time, as my cock finished injecting its thick and heavy helping of life-giving sperm into Pamela's womb - the same type of life-giving sperm which had recently gotten Kristanna pregnant...

"Oh my God, that felt SOOOOO good!" Pamela exclaimed as she and I sat down together in the aftermath, the seawater now cresting about chest-high all around us. My mind in a daze from the lingering effects of that monumental orgasm, I still sought Pamela's mouth and kissed her regardless. She and I hugged and clutched each other in the swirling current, reveling in the closeness of our pressed bodies and the undying love we shared.

"You and I are going to be having sex together A LOT from this point forward," I informed Pamela, which of course made her suddenly squeak and beam with extreme happiness.

"Oh, so you're finally going to allow yourself to be wild and carefree around me?" Pamela asked, a definite hint of zest and playfulness in her voice.

"Yes, I am."

"Are you going to let me dance for you?"

I needed to break through whatever barriers and obstacles I had left which pertained to Pamela and my relationship with her. If she truly wanted to give me a lap dance, I was not going to stop or detour her from doing so again. Besides, I do admit that the two she had given to me in the past brought forth an extreme physical reaction from my body. Perhaps it was time my good-natured mind joined in on the fun, too.

"I'll even tip you a dollar if you want me to," I joked, answering her question.

"Oh, I'd prefer you tip me with kisses," Pamela mused, planting a series of them all across my face and neck.

"What do you think the other girls are up to?"

Pamela giggled. "Probably having a wild orgy back at the house right now. I bet they just couldn't take watching us and not being part of the fun themselves."

"A wild orgy, huh?" I groaned, my senses shifting into overdrive at the mere thought.

"Do you think we should join them?"

I felt surprised by that question. It seemed out of character for Pamela, but perhaps she was breaking down a few walls of her own. After all, this transition of getting Pamela acclimated to our lifestyle was a work in progress.

"Would you LIKE to join them for a wild, all-out orgy?"

Pamela giggled and bit her lower lip, then offered me a sincere smile. "Yes, I would."

I chuckled and tilted my head at her. "Let's go, then."

***End of Chapter 8***

PLEASE NOTE: This story will end after chapter 10!