Island Fever Ch. 02

For as beautiful as the beach was, however, it did not even come close to comparing with the trio of Devon, Amy and Camille as they all lay together upon the sun-kissed sand. Much to my delight, all three of the ladies seemed to be deep in conversation. Intrigued, I quickly flipped the hidden microphone on so I could eavesdrop...

"We're all horny, thinking about the summer," Amy mused. I would have to inform her that it was the winter-time, too. Winter in June was obviously a foreign concept to these ladies since they all resided in North America.

"I definitely agree with that," Camille nodded. "We're going to spend so much time with one another over the next six weeks. I really cannot believe it." The 25-year-old tenderly caressed one of her own big breasts and said, "Maybe we're all going to turn into a mob of pussy-hungry lesbians! That wouldn't be such a bad thing..."

Devon laughed and countered, "I may have an interest in women, but I'm surely no lesbian. I love cock too much."

"Have you learned anything more about Jeremy, Devon?" the Mexican wondered. "I know he is a pet project for you."

"I haven't had the chance to speak to him one-on-one yet," she answered. "I hope to soon, though."

"He's going to be the only man we see until we leave the island," Camille murmured. "There is no possible way that he can satisfy all of us. No possible way. I guess in the end, that is maybe what we will have each other for."

"He better," Amy remarked in a stern tone, which made my body shiver with absolute lust. "You don't advertise and insinuate a sex resort without enough cock to go around. If he is the only man we see, he better be prepared to deliver. That's all I got to say about that."

"What happens if he is not interested in us?" Camille said to her two friends. "Maybe all he wants to do is watch us have sex with each other. Some guys are like that."

"I guarantee you that he is interested," Devon responded. "I saw the way he looked at us. If anyone wants to fuck him, all they have to do is go up to him and tell him so. It is really that simple. I guarantee it."

Camille shrugged her shoulders, which caused her large breasts to bounce about in an enticing manner. "What about if seducing him is against the rules? I don't want to ruin my chances at the big money pay-out at the end. I don't know about you two, but I could really use a half-million bucks."

"You can always ask, but I don't think seducing him is against the rules," Devon offered, before turning toward Amy. "What about you? Have you gotten anything out of him, Amy?"

The 30-year-old sat up and grinned, "Yes, I did."

Devon raised up as well, and looked at Amy with an eager expression. "What? Tell us."

Amy smiled and replied, "He's one hell of a fuck. That's what I found out - just last night."

"WHAT?" Camille asked, in disbelief. "You said you got something out of him. What was it?"

"One great orgasm. That's what. I'm still all mellow from it." Amy sighed and flipped her silky, flame-red hair away with a single hand, then let out a content sigh.

Devon looked at her for a moment. "You're not kidding, are you? You're quieter today. Tell us about it."

"While Pamela was relaxing in the jacuzzi last night, I decided to put on a denim blouse and my favorite miniskirt, and sneak out of our room and go to Jeremy's suite. I had on a pair of come-fuck-me pumps, too. He met me at the door after I knocked on it." Amy paused for a moment, then smiled from ear to ear. "I could tell that he was devouring me with his eyes. I teased him a little by bending over and pretending to look at things in the bedroom, all the while flashing him my ass. I started sucking him off. His hands were ALL OVER me. We wound up on the bed and he fucked me there." My spine tingled with heated sensations as Amy added, "Oh God ... Jeremy made me feel SO GOOD."

"When I went back to our guest room, I could barely walk," Amy continued. "Pamela asked what was wrong, but I told her that nothing was wrong. I told her everything that happened with Jeremy." My eyes went wide as Amy concluded, "Pamela sucked his cum right out of my pussy. She loved it!"

WHOA! ... My heart began racing with those nasty words. Pamela sucked my sperm right out of Amy's pussy? Intense...

I could envision the scene now. Amy sprawled out across the bed - her thighs spread wide - with Pamela on her elbows and knees, her tongue buried deep in the seductress' little pussy. Oh my ... Pamela extracting a big glob of sperm from Amy's folds, and then swallowing it down her hungry throat. Not just any sperm, but my sperm! What a perverse, but very exciting thought!

"Damnit there, girl! What are you trying to do?" Camille griped. "Trying to fuck that half-million out of Jeremy?"

Amy looked hurt. "No ... I was just horny for some cock and when I saw that big hard-on in his shorts yesterday, I couldn't resist giving it a try. I needed it so bad!"

Devon made a face. "HEY! What about the rest of us?"

Camille snapped and complained, "Six whole weeks on an island with just one cock and Amy has already claimed it."

"No way!" Devon said. "Amy can't claim it for herself!"

Camille giggled and countered, "You see, Amy ... Jeremy is a pet project for Devon. She really likes him."

"I think all of us like Jeremy," Amy breathed. "He's very nice and sweet. What is there not to like about him?" I smiled as she added, "I wasn't trying to claim him for myself. And it had nothing to do with the money. All I wanted to do was get fucked. I was so horny last night, thinking about what these next six weeks will be like. I was thinking about all of you girls, too."

"How was he?" Devon squealed, with an inquisitive look.

"Wonderful!" Amy gushed. "I haven't had an orgasm like that from a single man in quite sometime."

"A single man?" Camille asked, somewhat confused. "What do you mean? You prefer married men, or something?"

Amy laughed. "No, not exactly. A single man as in ONE man. Back home in Ohio, I'm used to being gang-banged. I have a group of five boyfriends who I see every weekend. They come over to my apartment and basically stuff me full. Sometimes, it can be more than five."

Camille's dark eyes were wide. "Stuff ... you full?"

Amy grinned. "Yes. All at once. Five-on-one sex."

"Hmmmmm," Devon purred. "Sounds VERY intriguing!"

"I've never been with more than one guy," Camille openly admitted. "But where I live, in California, I get together with some friends I had when I was still in college quite a bit. It's me and ten different girls." She grinned and added, "We all get together and fuck each other silly, in big daisy-chains orgies. Talk about fun!"

"Sounds like it..." Devon murmured.

"My favorite part is when we put on blindfolds," Camille continued. "Most of the time, I have no idea whose pussy I am eating, or who is eating my pussy. All I can do is search for the closest pussy, and start licking away. It is one giant free-for-all which lasts for hours on end."

"That sounds incredibly hot," Amy commented, massaging one of her big breasts with an open palm. She turned toward Devon and said, "What about you, honey? Anything wild?"

"Not really," the luscious blonde replied. "I had a boyfriend for eight years and running, but we broke up a few months ago. I was totally faithful and monogamous to him."

"Oh, you poor thing," Amy squealed, patting Devon on the shoulder. "I'm sorry to hear that you broke up with him. Of course, his loss is our gain because if you were still dating him, you would not be here on the island right now."

"His name was Barrett," Devon pouted. "But don't feel sorry for me because the guy was a total jerk. I should have gotten rid of him a long, long time ago. If you want to hear a wild experience about me, I have to go all the way back to high school to tell a story. It's been that long."

"I love stories," Camille grinned. "Tell us a naughty story about something you did in high school, Devon."

The young woman paused before saying, "Hmmmmm ... okay. I had a boyfriend in high school. Let me say that his name was Tim, and he was the quarterback of the football team. I was the captain of the cheerleading squad."

"That doesn't surprise me," Amy snickered. "Blondie..."

Devon smiled and continued, "Well, during one game, Tim was tackled real hard by a defensive lineman or linebacker - I'm not really sure which. But he was roughed up pretty bad, and taken out of the game. I took a little break to go over and see how Tim was doing. He was in a lot of pain and needed some ... help. The type of help that only I could give him. So we snuck off and went under the bleachers."

"I started sucking him off, which made his pain go away just a little bit. One thing led to another, and then we did a full-on doggie." Devon paused and grinned, "It was the most OUTRAGEOUS thing to watch a football game going on right in front of me, while being FUCKED from behind..."

"Underneath the bleachers?" Camille gushed. "With all those fans and spectators above you? You weren't spotted?"

"Fortunately, no," Devon swooned. "But it was intense. It was the most crazy thing I have ever done in my LIFE. I still have no idea how I could have gone through with it. I know that I could never do something like that again."

"I bet he fucked you in your cheerleading uniform, too," Amy speculated. "Guys love cheerleaders. I had an older boyfriend once when I was in high school. Actually, a lot older. He LOVED fucking me in my cheerleader uniform."

"Yes," Devon nodded. "Tim wouldn't let me take it off! But once these six weeks are up here on the island, I am certain that I will go home with plenty of wild stories."

Amy giggled. "I think all of us will go home with wild stories. Even Lindsay, a Bible-thumping virgin, is going to leave this place in six weeks with a boatload of experience and adventures. I'll PERSONALLY see to it." Amy licked her lips and added in a devious tone, "It has been my life-long fantasy to corrupt an innocent virgin. Just totally corrupt her beyond any and all reason ... break her will completely."

"Lindsay is a virgin?" Devon countered, very surprised. "How do you know that? Did she tell you?"

"I overheard Lindsay talking with Trish and Jeremy last night at the reception party," Amy answered. "Lindsay was fearful that all of us would find out about her secret of being a virgin." Amy rolled her eyes. "GOOD GOD, Lindsay was whining so much. I wanted to take a dildo and shove it in her mouth and down her throat. It would've shut her up. She was whining like a spoiled, little baby."

Suddenly, Devon appeared to be very uneasy. With what she had just been told, one could definitely understand why. "Whoa! Take it easy there, Amy. If Lindsay is indeed a virgin, we don't need to talk about taking dildos and stuffing them clear down her throat. That's not right."

Camille offered a wicked smile. "I kind of like the idea myself." Amy nodded at her as she continued, "I also heard bits and pieces of what Lindsay said to Trish and Jeremy. I totally agree with Amy. Lindsay was whining. But instead of shutting her up with a dildo, I would have preferred to jam my pussy in her face. I would make that girl lick my pussy until her tongue fell off."

"Like you did to Devon early this morning?"

"Exactly!"

Huh?

Did Devon and Camille have sex with each other earlier? Judging by this discussion, it certainly seemed that way. Last evening, Devon was pretty upset at some of the very straightforward and outlandish things that Camille was saying to her. The idea of them having sex together after Devon stormed out of their guest suite did not seem to add up. However, apparently that was what had transpired.

Devon no longer had to be classified as curious when it came to other women. She was truly bi-sexual now. The next to join that list, hopefully, would be Lindsay.

Although I had missed what happened between Devon and Camille sometime early this morning, I was thankful for the fact that I could go back and re-live it with the voyeur room. I would definitely being queuing up footage a bit later on...

Devon laughed at her friends, then shook her head in denial. "You two girls are terrible. Just terrible. Lindsay is such a sweet, little thing. Remember, all of us were strangers to each other until just yesterday. Lay off of Lindsay for a while. Let her go at her own pace. She is so young and innocent, and very, very shy."

Camille shook her head. "I don't consider any of us to be strangers. All of us may have just met yesterday, but we will be together for six long weeks. With the way that Jeremy has set things up - everyone gets a room-mate, we do daily activities together - there is no time to think of anyone as a stranger. I think all of us are just alike."

"The girls, you mean?"

"Yes," Camille told Amy. "We may be from different walks of life, but we are all in the same boat. My only hope is that Jeremy does not have something sneaky up his sleeve for us." I frowned at those words as Camille kept talking, "He is paying us a lot of money to stay with him. What is it? $500,000 for one, $100,000 for the other five? That's a million bucks. It just seems like he would want a lot more out of us than to just stay here and look pretty for him all summer long. That is what I think, at least."

"What more do you think he would want?" Devon asked.

Camille shrugged her shoulders and answered, "I don't know. Bondage, maybe? Something sick and twisted?"

Amy made a face. "There is no way that Jeremy is into bondage. God, Camille ... lighten up. I had one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life with him last night. This morning, Jeremy gave me a big hug and said how much he enjoyed what happened last night. He was smiling. He was GLOWING. Would a bondage Master or a twisted freak do something like that? Would one act that way? I truly think we are in for more of the same with Jeremy for the rest of the summer. He is the nicest guy that I have ever met."

"Wouldn't you like Jeremy to be into bondage?" Camille asked Amy. "I thought you said you were into that stuff."

"I am," the red-head nodded in response. "But trust me when I tell you that Jeremy is NOT into bondage. I know a dominant man when I see one. Jeremy is not dominant. He is too passive, too easy-going, too sweet. Trust me. I think this island is going to an absolute paradise for all of us. In fact, I would bet my bottom dollar that Jeremy does not even have the slightest clue as to what bondage is."

"I'm not an idiot," were my words, as I looked at Amy on the television monitor with narrow eyes. In fact, I thought inwardly on my own behalf, I have watched a couple of bondage movies over the years. So take that, Amy!

Camille shrugged her shoulders once again. "Maybe ... I don't know. I suppose that I should lighten up, but I will still have my reservations about this place until I learn more about Jeremy. A LOT more, in fact. It just seems very strange and suspicious he is paying us all of this money. He wants something out of us. I know it."

"It would be another fantasy of mine if Jeremy WAS into bondage, though," Amy grinned, licking her lips for emphasis. "He could gag me, tie me up, degrade me ... and turn me into his personal fuck-slut any old time he wanted! He could keep me on a leash and I'd follow him around like a puppy all day! I'd kneel and beg ... I would even try humping his leg!"

Suddenly, I flipped the audio switch off and took a deep, ragged breath. I simply could not believe what Amy had just suggested! Even though I had very limited interest in the bondage lifestyle, Amy's nasty words and the naughty images they conjured up had not only caused my heart to pound in my chest, but also for my cock to bulge and ache in tremendous lust. Then, throw in all of that talk about virgins being corrupted and cheerleaders getting it on with quarterbacks underneath the bleachers at football games ... I could not take much more of this without going totally insane!

And yet, this was just my second day with these ladies. I could look forward to six whole weeks of this! (!!)

-

After clearing my senses - at least somewhat - I went back into my personal suite and worked on the order for the next shipment of food and supplies from the catering company in Peru. Basically, I used a telxon gun to scan individual bar codes from the company's order guide. Everything had its own bar code. If I wanted 20 pounds of whole salmon, I had to scan the appropriate bar code with the telxon gun. If I wanted freshly cut rib-eye steaks, ice cream, shampoo, soap, hair brushes and so forth, I had to scan its proper bar code. Then, once I scanned all of the items that I wanted, I uploaded the information onto my computer and transmitted the order to the company's website.

I always sent my weekly order into the caterer on Tuesday morning. It took them three days to process and prepare the order, and get it to me. I paid them the healthy amount of 5,000 Nuevo Sol ($1,483 in US currency) to deliver the order to my island by way of one of their fishing boats each week. Having been doing business with the company for eight years, I think it is safe for me to claim that I am their favorite customer. I have paid them well over 2,000,000 Nuevo Sol (or roughly $600,000 USD) in delivery charges alone! The two owners led quite the lavish lifestyle because of me. They were good people, though, and deserved it.

After uploading and then transmitting the order via the world wide web, I took a few moments to contemplate what I should do next. Should I go to the library and attempt to strike up a conversation with Pamela? How about the exercise room, where Trish and Lindsay were located? Or maybe the west beach? Devon, Amy and Camille were having a very naughty discussion there. Decisions, decisions, decisions...

Ultimately, I went back to the library with the sincere hope of finding Pamela there so we could stir up our own discussion. Much to my delight, I found the blonde and buxom goddess reading a book at the circular table. Pamela was so involved with her reading that she did not even realize that I was also in the library until I made my way over to her.

"Of all the books in here," I gently said, looking at its title, "THAT is the one I would have least expected to see you reading." I offered Pamela a smile as she glanced up at me. "I'm not disturbing you ... am I? I'll leave if I am."

"No, not at all," Pamela responded, motioning for me to take a seat across from her at the table. She then peeked at the cover of her book and mused, "You would not expect me to read a book about Egyptian artifacts, huh? Let me tell you that I love to read ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that has to do with the mythology of Egypt. I am fascinated by it."

Egyptian artifacts? The mythology of Egypt? Not only was Pamela beautiful, obviously, but she was also smart and well-schooled. I knew nothing about either of the subjects, unfortunately. "That poses a question ... since when does a stripper have an interest in Egyptian artifacts?"

Pamela giggled as I referred to her profession. "Oh ... give me a little credit. I am a stripper, yes, but I do it for the money. I need it for college tuition. One day, I want to make something of my life and be successful. Being a stripper does not make me an air-head, you know. I am a member of Mensa too, F-Y-I." Yes... Mensa. The group for those individuals with ridiculously high IQ ratings...

"I would never accuse you of being an air-head," I told her. "Me, maybe. But not you. Definitely not you."

Pamela laughed. "That's good to know."

Once again, the thought crossed my mind that Pamela looked downright irresistible with those reading glasses on. Maybe I was developing a new, unique fetish? Of course, Pamela looked downright irresistible without her glasses on, too. Or any other piece of clothing or accessory under the sun. But I had a strange attraction for her wire-trimmed glasses. My naughty side had a stake in the matter, too. What would the lenses look like with sperm splattered all across them? But my attraction for her glasses went well beyond that.