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"Island Paradise: Forever" Chapter 2 Date: Mon, 6 May 2002 19:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates _________________________________________________________________ MSN Photos is the easiest way to share and print your photos: http://photos.msn.com/support/worldwide.aspx <1st attachment, "ipf-x-02.txt" begin> <<< IPF-X-02.TXT >>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise: Forever" : Chapter 2 of ?? : Revised! --> M/F, F/F and just about everything else --> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== My arms folded, a smile was upon my face as I stood near the entrance to the recreation room. Inside, Lindsay was lounging upon one of the leather floor cushions, a pair of earphones atop her head, with an accompanying walkman radio clipped to her belt. Lindsay's tender body was swaying back and forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed whatever music that was playing within her ears. Up to this point, at least, Lindsay did not realize that I was silently admiring her immense beauty from this short distance. Even after all the things I have been through with her, Lindsay still appeared to be nothing more than a delicious, tempting, innocent little girl every time I laid my eyes upon her. Her pristine, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a bushy pony-tail was enough to drive me insane by itself. Her hair was so shiny and immaculate; it glowed in the light. But there was plenty more - her wholesome, sweet-cheeks face and her sexy mouth enhanced with its pink, glossy lips. Lindsay had a smile which could make my heart flutter. Of course, one could never forget that lithe, slender figure of hers. Was there anything NOT to like about this goddess? I guess Lindsay would always feel a bit insecure about her body, but I absolutely adored her smallish-sized breasts. They emphasized her youthful look and exuberance to an even greater extent. At least, her thoughts of one day having a D-cup like Amy and Devon had dissipated greatly over the past year or so. The last thing she needed was plastic surgery. I would be most disappointed if she chose to go that route. At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, Lindsay was the sweetest, most tantalizing thing in the whole, wide world to me. Everything about her - at least in my eyes - was positively flawless. Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was even more perfect - if possible - on the inside. She was a total sweetheart whose outgoing nature could endear her to anyone. She was the type other people gravitated toward. Lindsay was my drug; my addiction in life - but there was no cure. Of course, I did not want to be cured. I wanted to throw myself into Lindsay and revel in her countless charms from now until the end of eternity. Even, beyond eternity... During my brief marriage to Pamela, I often thought of her as the matriarch of this island. Pamela had always been a very serene and loving sort, and cared for all of the other ladies just as much as I did. Our relationship ended in a tragic fashion, indeed, but I still thought of Pamela as the matriarch of the island. I could never bestow that title upon someone else. I would forever associate it with Pamela. But if Pamela was the matriarch of the island, Lindsay was surely its princess. I have often referred to her as a princess, but never once was that term taken out of context or exaggerated. Lindsay WAS a princess. Not only did she look like one, but my wife had the inner qualities and caring attitude that others could look toward and pattern themselves after - like a true princess. This planet would be a much better place if more people in it had Lindsay's personality. As she sat upon the leather floor cushion, listening to her walkman radio with its earphones on her head, I offered Lindsay yet another smile. She still hadn't realized that I was at the doorway, watching her. I knew I was an extremely fortunate man to have an angel such as this as my wife. I cannot stress how important this one woman was to me. The term "love" cannot begin to describe my feelings for her. Lindsay wore a white stretch top, which showed a generous amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders. The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy, off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most appealing. Her little breasts were jutting outward from underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra. In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along both her front and back pockets. The 19-year-old's legs were trim and slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and both sported a very rich, deep tan. Lindsay's legs were so lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshipping them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time. Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along with leather hiking boots. As she continued to listen to her walkman radio, I could do nothing but stare and gaze at my young wife's wondrous beauty. She was beyond perfection. * * * I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind. I quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the beautiful and enchanting Kristanna smiling right back at me. The 22-year-old's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing as it cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish ringlets. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in an exotic fashion. Even better, the mini-dress that Kristanna wore had a plunging neckline, which offered a tantalizing view of her lush cleavage. The Norwegian was gorgeous, sexy and perfectly dressed for what awaited her. "Do you like it?" Kristanna asked me, offering a full view as she spun around upon a high-heel. "I'm looking forward to visiting that dance-club in Lima later tonight." "Do I like it?" I returned, my eyes appraising her body from head to toe. "I absolutely love it." Kristanna glanced over at Lindsay for a quick moment, then offered me a playful smile. "Were you just going to stand here and watch her until she noticed you?" "I like watching Lindsay," I said, eyeing my young bride as she continued listening to her radio, still oblivious to our presence behind her. I focused upon her denim-clad ass and added, "Watching Lindsay is my favorite past-time." "I can see why," Kristanna said, her eyes now glaring at the precious 19-year-old. As Lindsay twitched her hips in a subtle, yet sexy motion, Kristanna licked her lips and then looked at me with a wide-eyed expression. "I think I better get down to the docks," she told me. "I'll be waiting for you on the boat, Jeremy." Kristanna offered Lindsay another quick glance before adding, "If I don't, I may not be able to control myself much longer. That little girl is too much temptation for me." "I know the feeling," I countered, grinning. "I'll be at the harbor in five minutes, and we'll set sail for Lima." "See you there," she smiled, before turning and walking away with a sexy strut. I kept my eyes trained on the lovely blonde until she turned the corner and disappeared from view. Then, I turned my attention back toward Lindsay. I slowly but surely made my way into the recreation room, and closed the distance between us. With my right hand, I reached out and gently patted Lindsay's tight, little ass, which caused her to immediately turn and look at me. A big smile came to her face as she first turned her walkman radio off, then slipped its earphones from atop her blonde head. "What were you listening to?" I asked, curious. "Looks like you were training to be a dancer in some music video." "I was listening to Britney!" the little vixen replied, her eyes glowing in their usual, vibrant manner. "Hmmmmm... what I wouldn't give to stick my face between that girl's thighs, and lick her pussy for hours on end!" My eyes widened in response to that comment, as my cock went rigid with absolute desire. Just the simple thought of my adorable wife and the pop diva in such a situation was more than enough to get me excited. Lindsay giggled at my predicament and said, "Let me guess. You're here to tell me that you're ready to go to Peru with Kristanna, and neither of you will be back for several hours. Am I right, Jeremy?" "Pretty much," I told her. "I already spoke to Devon and Amy earlier. You three going to be alright, here all alone?" "Of course," Lindsay assured me, flicking her wrist for emphasis. "We'll get some ice cream and sit up and talk for a long time. Take 'Kris out, Jeremy, and show her a good time. She hasn't been off the island since arriving here." "Devon and Amy say they plan on showing you a good time tonight too, sweet princess," I grinned. "I'm sure they do!" she countered, giggling. "Amy is probably sorting and indexing all of her sex toys right now. With any luck, she and Devon will use all of them on me." My cock twitched with arousal once more as I pressed my lips to Lindsay's forehead and kissed her there. I offered her another gentle pat on the ass, then smiled and said, "I love you, princess. You probably won't see me again until tomorrow morning. Have a good time with Devon and Amy." "YOU have a good time with Kristanna," she chirped, playfully pushing me away from her. "Go! Have fun! Go!" I took a step back on my own, then Lindsay rushed forward and threw both arms around my shoulders. "I love you too!" * * * One of the new routines I wanted to establish amongst my three wives, as well as our housekeeper Kristanna, was to take one of them to the mainland every Friday night and let them do as they wish. Since we returned from Anguilla two weeks ago, I had already took Devon and Amy out on Friday night excursions. This week, it was Kristanna's turn in the so-called rotation. Next week, Lindsay would have her own opportunity before the rotation reset itself. Kristanna did a little bit of research of what to do in Lima, and opted for one of its upscale, trendy nightclubs, which was located in the heart of the city. We traveled by boat from the island to the city harbor, which took about an hour or so, and then docked there. I had already made prior arrangements with a limousine service, so a ride was waiting for us as we stepped off the big boat. Even amongst a group of (mostly) Peruvian citizens, all eyes were on Kristanna as the two of us waited in line at the popular nightclub. After all, why wouldn't people want to look at Kristanna and admire her in that outrageously sexy mini-dress she had on? She looked like a world-class model among all the local citizens. I also got the sense that most of the men in the vicinity were jealous of me because Kristanna had latched herself onto my arm and was talking up a storm. It was a good feeling to have, at least on my part. Too many times in the past, I had been among the ones who silently stared at beautiful women, and wished that I was the guy holding her hand - not the joker with her. Now, I found myself as the joker... Once we entered the packed nightclub, I was immediately overwhelmed by the loud, glaring music and the outlandish decor. An alternative-rock band was playing as the highly sophisticated lighting system dazzled my senses and made everything seem as if the world was spinning. The purple and black colors that the nightclub was primary adorned in made it difficult, along with the lighting, to make my way through. I could barely see anything as I kept bumping into tables. Give me my peaceful, tranquil island anytime! Kristanna seemed right at home in this raucous atmosphere, however, so I simply let her guide me by the hand to wherever it was that she wanted to go. Soon, I realized that we were in the middle of the central dance floor. "Let's get crazy!" she screamed at me over the booming music, her eyes sparkling. Kristanna grasped my hand even tighter and began to bump and grind her body to the music, but then was momentarily disappointed as the wild song came to a sudden end. Just as quickly, however, the live band resumed things with a slow, tender love song. This was more my taste. Kristanna snuggled closer to me, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and planting the side of her lovely face upon my chest. I encircled her frail waist with both arms, and linked my hands together as the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume flooded my senses. Our bodies began to move and sway about in a tender rhythm as I suddenly felt at ease. Kristanna withdrew her head from my chest and stared into my eyes, a look of pure happiness upon her face. "Thank you," she silently mouthed, as the band then changed songs once again. This time, the beat was so fast and maddening that I knew I would be unable to keep up with it. Not having that problem, Kristanna slipped from my arms and began to move about the dance floor with the grace of a ballerina and the power of a gymnast, her long-flowing blonde hair whipping and flailing about wildly. I tried to match her effort, but found it was to no avail. It suddenly seemed as if Kristanna was dancing with everyone on the stage at the same time, the deafening music dulling my senses. The Norwegian bombshell seemed to sense my predicament as she stopped dancing and latched onto my hand. She led me to a nearby corner of the club, where there was an empty table. Kristanna's eyes seemed to survey the entire building as she told me above the music, "We can take a break, Jeremy. Do you mind getting me a drink? Some club soda, perhaps?" "I'd love to," was my response, as Kristanna smiled and took a seat at the table. I glanced around the club and realized that the bar was on the other side. I returned my focus toward Kristanna and hollered, "I'll be back soon!" As I walked toward the bar, I placed a hand to my head and held it there. I had not been in a place so wild and raucous since I was a teen-ager - and that was a long time ago. I guess it's a definite sign that I am getting older, though I am only 28, when I wonder how people could truly enjoy an atmosphere such as this. But at the same time, I was happy that Kristanna was having a good time. I could handle the massive headache that tonight would bring me as long as Kristanna enjoyed herself. That was the most important thing to me. I then realized that Lindsay, being the very wild and adventurous type, would absolutely love this nightclub. I privately wondered if she would ask that I bring her here next Friday night after conferring with Kristanna about it. Could I handle this place two weeks in a row? I waited a good five or ten minutes at the bar to be served, and finally wound up ordering the club soda which Kristanna had asked me for. I then made my way back toward the table on the opposite side of the spacious floor, but stopped halfway there and almost dropped the drinking glass. Kristanna was still seated at the table, but had a pair of men flanked on either side of her. There were smiles and laughs all around as I watched them interact with each other from afar. The men, who appeared to be U.S. citizens (most likely here on business), were both a few years older than me. One of them was a muscular-looking black man, while the other was tall and skinny, with brown hair. I inwardly wondered if Kristanna still wanted me to bring the club soda to her, or stay back and allow her to continue her lively discussion with the pair of men. Unsure what to do, I took the safe route and found an empty table of my own. I shot Kristanna a glance, but she was too immersed with the pair of guys to even notice me. Taking a deep breath, I downed a swig of the club soda and slumped down into the chair. Where was Lindsay, Devon or Amy right now, when I needed a hug? I did not particuarly enjoy this sudden feeling of loneliness... * * * It was another minute or two until I looked up and saw Kristanna, along with her two new boyfriends, standing before me. The young woman seemed to be alive with vibrant energy as she shouted over the music, "Jeremy, I want you to meet Michael and Darius. Guys, this is Jeremy." I nodded my head at the pair of men, who seemed a bit too excited as they hovered close to the beautiful Kristanna. She placed her mouth and a single hand near my ear and said, "Jeremy, Michael and Darius invited me to their hotel room." My eyes nearly exploded in shock as the 22-year-old went on, "I told them I would go, but only if you could too, and it was also alright with you." She giggled and concluded, "I told them that you are my fiance, and you like to watch." An even mixture of apprehension and excitement coursed throughout my entire body as I nodded my head, as if on impulse, at her. Kristanna flashed me that charming smile of hers, then motioned with her head for me to follow them. "The hotel is just across the street," one of the two guys (Michael) offered, his eyes never leaving the bombshell. The pair of men wasted no time as they literally dragged Kristanna out of the wild nightclub. I tagged along behind and realized that Kristanna was walking with a little more shake in her hips than usual. It was clearly obvious that she was going to let these two guys have their way with her, but also wanted to put on a show for them beforehand. The seductress moaned and writhed about in pleasure as halfway across the street, the African-American man (Darius) grabbed her ass with his big hand and squeezed it roughly. Michael had his own arm wrapped tightly around Kristanna's statuesque body, and was holding her close. Darius even went so far as to lift the hem of the blonde's sexy mini-dress, fully exposing her luscious ass, which was barely concealed by a tiny G-string. Kristanna giggled in pure lust as she quickly smoothed her dress back down, not wanting anyone to see her exposed on this public street. As we soon entered the hotel and walked through its lobby, all eyes were on Kristanna once again. With two men who had eager expressions upon their faces on either side of her, along with another tagging along behind them (me), things should have been obvious to everyone in the hotel - Kristanna was going to have a very eventful evening. I followed the trio into the elevator against the far wall, and Michael pushed the button for the 12th floor. Fortunately for them, the elevator was old and it moved slowly. Darius had his hands on Kristanna's tight ass now, massaging it roughly through her little mini-dress, as he ravaged her mouth with his own. Clearly, the 22-year-old was enjoying herself with this burly-looking black man. Not to be outdone, Michael slid his body in close behind Kristanna, grabbing two handfuls of her taut breasts. She moaned and growled in satisfaction, her head now tilted to the side as her feverish kiss with Darius continued. I stood in the corner and watched the proceedings, not wanting to interrupt. I remembered Kristanna telling Devon one day while all of us were still in Anguilla that until meeting Lindsay and Amy, she had never had sex with two or more people at the same time. This, quite obviously, would be her first-ever time with two men at once. The heated expression upon her face spoke volumes about her inner lust. Once the elevator finally reached the 12th floor, Michael ran to a nearby room and unlocked its door, then ushered all of us in. My eyes were glued to Kristanna's ass, of course, as it jiggled and twitched as she made her way into the room. The hotel suite was a typical size, with a pair of beds, a desk and cabinet, and a television. The man locked the door behind us, then Kristanna wiggled out of Darius' strong arms and turned to face Michael. "You'll get your turn with me soon enough," she told him, before focusing her attention upon Darius once more. "I'd like to have Darius first, though. I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a big, strong, black man." Michael offered a begrudging smile in response, but nodded his head and seemed to accept Kristanna's words. Darius would get her first, but at least Michael would have plenty of opportunity with her a bit later on. He banked on that. On the other hand, Darius was beaming with pure arousal as Kristanna dutifully dropped to her knees just before him. The enraged vixen unbuckled Darius' belt and pulled his slacks downward, then did the same to his briefs. Her blue eyes flashed with fascination as his (rather large) shaft popped out, and wobbled before her face in an obscene manner. Darius' grin became even wider as Kristanna took his cock into her right hand and stroked it. The blonde's face was awash with total excitement. She glanced my way for a quick instant and I nodded my head in response at her. Then, Kristanna re-focused upon Darius and guided the tip of his throbbing cock into her soft, little mouth. Kristanna bobbed her head up-and-down over his erection a few times in succession, her eyes now locked upon Darius' face. I could tell just by her reactions that Darius had the biggest cock she had ever been a witness to. Kristanna gripped its base with her hand and then really went to town on it, her head now bobbing away at a frantic speed. Her plump lips were stretched thin as she then swallowed as much of his length as she possibly could, which wasn't half of it. Kristanna then withdrew Darius' cock from her mouth and licked it in the open air, while also swiping away at his testicles with her velvety tongue. Not only was Darius fully hard, but so was Michael. The other man had his cock out and was busy stroking it while watching Kristanna please and orally service Darius upon her knees. My shaft had definitely reached its full potential as well, but I felt a bit self-conscious about yanking it out and whacking off with two men (strangers) also present. I was not sure that I could do such a thing. Still wearing her slinky, black mini-dress, Kristanna slowly moved upward, dragging her breasts first across Darius' legs, then his cock, his stomach and finally his chest. She pressed her lips to his mouth and offered him a heated kiss, her tongue swirling about wildly. Kristanna broke the kiss, but the look upon her face told me that she was incredibly turned on. She yanked the hem of her mini-dress upward, then reached underneath it and slipped her G-string down and off. Obviously wanting that big cock inside of her, Kristanna first aligned her sweet pussy, then lowered herself onto it and growled out like a wild animal. "Oh yeah..." the Norwegian sighed, clutching her breasts with both hands through the mini-dress, as she squirmed and writhed about upon the monster erection. Soon, Darius placed both of his hands upon her hips and held on tightly, then forced her to bounce and flop about upon his shaft. In response, Kristanna began to scream and wail out in utter passion, which only caused Darius to intensify his movements. The man roughly pushed Kristanna up-and-down over his shaft as she placed both hands upon his chest, using it as a balancing point. The two seemed to really be into this, but suddenly Darius lifted Kristanna off of his erection and smiled at her, his breathing ragged. "Let's go doggie-style, blondie," Darius huffed, as Kristanna completely withdrew herself from his shaft. She seemed to miss it being inside of her almost immediately, but tried to remedy the situation as quickly as possible by literally ripping the mini-dress from her body. After disposing of her bra, the 5-foot-11 Kristanna stood up and strutted over to the bed, then leaned over at the waist and placed both hands upon the mattress for support. Her ass perched high in the air, with her incredibly long legs on display as she bent over, Kristanna glanced over her shoulder as Darius prepared to enter her from behind. Standing directly behind her, Darius plunged his cock into the exotic blonde and began pounding away at a much more intense, frenetic pace. Holding onto her hips, Darius was completely in control of the action as his body pistoned back-and-forth like a high-octane engine, his huge erection blazing a deep trail within her scrumptious pussy. Finally deciding that he could no longer withstand being just a voyeur, Michael grasped his cock and went over to the bed. He took a seat there and positioned himself so that his own erection was within reach of Kristanna's mouth as she was bent over, receiving the hammer treatment from Darius. Kristanna let out a moan, seemingly a bit overwhelmed, but quickly opened and then closed her mouth over Michael's pulsating shaft. She obviously tried her best to give him a good and proper blowjob, but the hot, powerful sensations as Darius invaded her from behind seemed to be too much. That was definitely the case with Michael, who was so excited that he emptied his spermy load in Kristanna's mouth just a matter of seconds after inserting his cock into it. Michael growled out in wild, intense arousal as Kristanna momentarily choked on his semen, but she recovered quickly and promptly guzzled the gooey juices down her hungry throat. Roaring out like a wild animal, Michael withdrew his cock from Kristanna's mouth as Darius offered her pussy another powerful thrust with his hips. He suddenly stopped, however, his hands still clutching her ass with a vice-tight grip. "I see that you like cum, baby," Darius said, trying to catch his breath. "I have a lot of it for you down here." Without even a hesitation on her part, Kristanna turned and dropped down to her knees once more, and took the man's huge erection into her mouth. She frantically slurped away upon it for several seconds, but then pulled the throbbing monster out and aimed it directly at her immaculate face. Darius grinned and moaned in satisfaction as his first blast of sperm landed upon Kristanna's awaiting tongue, after which some of it began to dribble out of her mouth and onto her firm, taut breasts. Next, Darius came all over Kristanna's face and mouth - so much so, in fact, that it dripped from her tongue, her cheeks and chin. A second or two later, there were thick globs of semen all over the blonde's mouth, face and chest. I wondered how a single man could produce so much sperm. "What a wonderful piece of fuck-meat," Darius groaned in the aftermath. "It's been awhile since I had a white girl. Now I remember why I miss them so much." Some people may have been offended by such words, but Kristanna was so turned on and aroused that she simply stared up at Darius and smiled at him in warm delight. Still holding his (now) deflated cock, her alluring eyes never once left his as she swiped away at his testicles. "You got yourself a wonderful fiance, man," Darius said to me, looking my way. I smiled inwardly, wondering what his reaction would be if the sweet-as-silk Lindsay or the irresistible Devon was his partner, instead of Kristanna. Could Darius even handle the totally ravenous Amy? She could take that cock of his and make him feel small. "'Krissy is quite special," I nodded, seated in a nearby chair. My cock felt as though it was about to burst within my slacks. Even through her adventures with my three wives, as well as myself, I had thought of Kristanna as the pure and wholesome type since first meeting her several weeks ago. Now, however, the young woman was a raging nymphomaniac. That point was validated as Kristanna turned her head and noticed that the other man, Michael, had developed a second erection. She immediately licked her lips at the mere sight, then motioned for him to come closer as she sprawled herself all over the bed, upon her back. Wasting absolutely no time, Michael mounted Kristanna in the missionary position and hooked both of her legs over his shoulders. He then guided his hard cock into her pussy and a very short time later, was banging away at her with every last ounce of strength within his body. The pair of strangers grunted and growled as their bodies violently slapped together in the wild throes of passion. The action between them was fast and furious, and loaded with a mixture of uncontrollable moans and loud screams. I silently feared that Michael may split Kristanna in half. Darius took a step back and watched, along with me, as Michael absolutely pulverized Kristanna in the missionary position. He drilled her long and hard, but soon, lost his stamina as his cock simply erupted within the confines of her tight, silken pussy. Michael continued to roar out and scream as he experienced the joy of orgasm, while the blonde enchantress beneath him did the same as she dealt with her own inner feelings and sensations. Then, Michael collapsed on top of the overheated Kristanna in a very blissful, satisfied heap. * * * "Let me get this straight," I said to the 22-year-old several hours later, as both of us were perched inside the limousine as it whisked us away to the marina. "Your only intent in going to that dance-club was to pick up a guy?" "Yup," Kristanna grinned, her hair - which had been styled to absolute perfection earlier - now all wild and dishelved. Her slinky mini-dress had a series of small rips and tears in it, and Kristanna smelled like a whorehouse (due to the sperm which had been caked-onto her skin) as she was curled up next to me in the limousine. "But it turned out much better, because I picked up two guys instead of one." I smiled at her and said, "Lindsay and Devon played that game a lot when we went on vacation in Scotland earlier this year. They were the two most popular girls in the hotel we stayed at, and for good reason." I paused and added, "Why didn't you just tell me that you wanted to pick someone up?" "It's always been a fantasy of mine - to meet someone in a club like that, and then have sex with them," Kristanna replied. "I mean, I really knew nothing about those guys except for their names. But doing that, it made me feel so slutty and raunchy. It's always been a fantasy for me. I just didn't want you to know about it before it happened." I chuckled softly and told her, "I was glad to get out of that club. The music in there was way too loud for me. And all those lights - my head was spinning." "The island has made you too soft," she told me, a slight grin upon her face. "You're too used to laying in a hammock and drinking coconut juice. A club such as that is how a lot of people my age like to spend their time. Your age, too." "I think I'll stick with the island," I smiled. "As long as Lindsay, Devon and Amy wish to stay there, at least." "It is a beautiful place," she nodded. "But still, I need nights like this every now and then to go out and really get crazy. I had a great time tonight." "With all that cock," I mused, "you should have. You had both of those guys two or three times apiece." She smiled and offered, "I'm still buzzing from it. Just wait until I tell the other girls when we get home." "They will want to know every detail," I advised her. Still smiling, Kristanna reached between my legs and caressed the huge lump within my trousers. "You've had that big thing all night long, Jeremy. You should have joined us. I would have loved to have three cocks at once." "Sir, hemos llegado el embarcadero," came the driver's voice over the intercom, speaking in his native Spanish. "usted tiene gusto ahora de salir, o permanece en el limousine un poco mientras que mas de largo?" "What was that?" Kristanna wondered, looking at me. "What did the man say? Or do you know?" "We're at the marina, and it's time to go home," I told her, before responding back to the driver and telling him, in his own language, to open the door and let us out. "Are you going to tip him?" Kristanna asked. "Of course I'm going to tip him," I countered. "He waited a good four or five hours for us without leaving once." Kristanna smiled and rubbed the big bulge within my slacks once again. "Wait until we get on the boat, Jeremy, and into the open sea. You helped bring one of my fantasies to life tonight. It will then be MY turn to tip YOU." As Kristanna tightly squeezed my shaft with her hand, I gulped my throat and swallowed hard in anticipation. It was going to be an interesting ride back home... <<<- End of Part 2 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== Find every chapter of this story updated and archived at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ Reader feedback (HighlanderJM@hotmail.com) is appreciated! ---> Chat with me on MSN Messenger : HighlanderJM@hotmail.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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