Island Fever Ch. 09

Chapter 9: "Rhetoric"

I was making my routine rounds throughout the mansion on this balmy Tuesday morning when I heard a series of feminine grunts and yelps emanating from the central room, which was located downstairs. I was overly curious, naturally, and decided that it was time to investigate. Thus, I descended the winding staircase and was quite surprised at what I saw.

Dressed in full workout garb, the duo of Trish and Kristanna 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 the 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 vixenish 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 30-year-old took her own helmet and facemask off, then smiled at me as well. "Miss Trish."

"Hi," she greeted in her usual friendly manner.

Judging by the amount of perspiration on 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 likely 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.

Trish laughed and clapped her hands together in glee. "I want to be that good one day!"

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 on 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 pretty 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. I don't feel like getting beat up again."

"Girl power!" Trish exclaimed, again being playful, as I turned and quickly ascended the nearby staircase.

I am not quite certain whether or not my ego was bruised, but I definitely felt the need to leave Trish and Kristanna by themselves to do their thing. That was the first physical confrontation that I had been involved in - playful or real - in 22 years. I last recall getting into a fight when I was 17 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 type 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 it. But as I said earlier, I just found it ... eerie, that a woman such as Kristanna - who was very thin and looked so fragile - could make mince-meat of me in seconds if she so desired. It was a very difficult concept for me to grasp.

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Perhaps this should not come as any great surprise, but I found myself 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 way too addictive!

The image of Amy and Camille was gracing the monitor, with both ladies completely nude as they lounged about in the spa outside. Amy and Camille 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 the outdoor 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, Camille 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 on 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.

Camille 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 Camille's body with both arms and holding her tightly. The simple move only intensified their kiss.

Using the tip of the dildo, Camille 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 each other, their shared kiss reached its apex. Camille and Amy were trying to devour one anothers' mouth with their own now, 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 Amy and Camille 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 on the monitor. She walked into the picture, standing just above Amy and Camille 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 Amy and Camille. The pair of ravenous hellcats brought Pamela between them and immediately went to work on her hot, voluptuous body.

Pamela moaned with obvious arousal as Camille 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, Camille 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 Camille had slipped a hand between Pamela's thighs, and was busy thrusting a couple of fingers hard and fast into her sweet, intoxicating pussy. Camille 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 Camille's. The dark-haired beauty 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 30-year-old's delicate shoulder.

Camille 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 Camille, who continued to giggle and sneer while thrusting the thick, 12-inch dildo into her willing 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?" Camille 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 Camille snickered, "Better yet, I think Pammy needs TWO strap-ons." She leaned over and offered Amy a quick kiss before adding, "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. Amy and Camille were going to double-penetrate Pamela with two strap-on dildos? 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?" Camille 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 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.

Camille rose up and stepped out of the spa. I watched intently as she, 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 on the cement deck next to the spa, while Camille 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 Latina 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 Camille a look of total servitude before dropping down to her knees atop the spread-out towel. Camille's only response was to simply step forward, and plug Pamela's pretty mouth with the big dildo.

"Yeah, suck that cock," Camille said in an abrasive tone. "Suck that cock before I fuck you silly with it."

Camille 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 red-headed siren 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 Camille'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 away.

"Look at Pammy go!" Camille 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 our telephone discussions, 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 appeared as if Pamela had no problems with Camille 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 onto Pamela's face. As she busily slurped away on Camille'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," Camille snickered. "Oh! Make that a double-fucking. Her pussy, AND her ass!"

"Oh God..." Pamela moaned as Camille withdrew the strap-on dildo from between her lips. Camille then dropped to the ground, and positioned herself upon her back. With the enormous dildo pointing directly upward from her pelvis, Camille 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 Camille'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 began squealing, while also 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 against Camille's. Flat on her back, Camille 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 Camille's widespread thighs.

Pamela squealed uncontrollably once Camille started to pump her hips, thrusting the tremendous dildo further into her pussy. At the same time, Camille 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 on her knees as if it were a real cock. But I could not complain. Camille 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 Camille 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 Camille. Amy giggled and swooned with arousal as she slid inch after inch of the dildo into Pamela's bowels. The insatiable 30-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 Camille 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!" Camille 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. Amy and Camille 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 of the strength within 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!" Camille 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 on her ass, which obviously only added to her already intense passion level.