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Deidre in the Islands Ch. 01

By: eatoure



The taxi pulled up under the canopy of the grand entrance to the chic, ultra-modern resort. So far, nothing unusual, Janine thought to herself. No naked men hanging from the trees. No naked women parading in the parking lot. No couples copulating in the street. Maybe this assignment will turn out to be boring! 

Not a chance. Janine had been given the assignment of a journalist's lifetime. Against Moss was the magazine of her generation, the ultimate weekly review of rock 'n roll, popular culture, radical politics, gonzo-ness, and the greatest social and political issue of the mid-1980's, the legalization of marijuana. It was also famous for its excellent and detailed coverage of media. Its media coverage was superb, with particular attention to influential media, like itself, that shapes generational opinion. And now the editor had given her, Janine, this plum, assignment. It was awesome, as expressed by a word just beginning to be used in place of groovy. 

She was going to write a story on Iznoma Hedonia! 

Iznoma Hedonia was the most notorious beach resort of the 1980's! Rumors abounded about licentious behavior and the "anything goes" atmosphere. Everyone who went there came back with a tan all over, a big smile on their face, and walking funny. Most of them wouldn't say a thing about what they did there. The few who did just smirked and said that it was the greatest resort on earth -- for those who could take it! Not since the early days of the Sexual Revolution and the Pill, twenty years before, had there been anything like it. 

But Janine was not here to get some action herself! She tossed her head at the thought and the long brown hair shimmered. She knew her 26-year old tight, petite body looked good in a bathing suit. C-cup tits on a petite frame, long legs and an apple-shaped ass made her a killer on the dance floor. When she went to a club, she never had to buy a drink or go home alone. But she was not at Iznoma Hedonia to get lucky. She was there for a purpose. She was a professional, after all. She was going to cover the story and not get personally involved. Still ... she could not help but be titillated by the opportunity for a little voyeurism. 

As Janine got out of the car she was impressed by the attractive and attentive staff. The men, obviously local, looked like handsome Latin lovers with brown skin, wavy black hair, and soulful brown eyes. They wore manly uniforms: crisp brown and blue shirts, khaki shorts coming to the knee, brown stockings pulled up over the calf. The women behind the check-in counter wore attractive embroidered brown and blue blouses that were obviously fitted to every woman individually -- they were tight in the bosom and sleeveless, emphasizing their femininity. Around the hips, the women staff wore white wrap-around brown skirts that showed flashes of leg as they walked. All staff conversed easily in English or Spanish. The island was bilingual, a legacy of its colonial -- and genetic -- past. So far, charming, thought Janine. 

Check-in went quickly and on hearing her name the registration clerk called the manager's office while she checked her in. Janine's bags were taken up to her room for her while a young woman met her and took her to the public restaurant, down a short corridor from the lobby. There Janine would not wait long to meet the owner, the person who personified Iznoma Hedonia and gave it its uniquely sensual reputation. She looked around. None of the patrons were naked. The décor was tasteful, creative even, mixing Island themes with contemporary design. She was looking at the clean-lined, modern bar when a woman walked up and stood across from her at the table. She glanced over at the new arrival and gasped. People often gasped and stared when they first saw this woman. 

The woman, as she knew well, was the famous Deidre. Deidre had a beautiful, hardly lined face, despite her mature years (Janine knew from her research that Deidre had to be at least 45 years old), with crystalline blue eyes and a sensual, pouting mouth. Her hair was naturally light blonde, with streaks of darker blonde. Her flawless skin, barely lined, obviously had bronzed beautifully in the tropical sunlight. Deidre was dressed in a thin, almost transparent blouse -- her large nipples made rather large impressions in the fabric and the dark areolas were barely but distinctly visible in a wide circle around them. Below that abundant bosom was a waist so narrow it did not seem possible on a mature woman. The blouse, tapered dramatically at the waist, came just to the top of a long black skirt that was slit up each side, revealing Diedre's long, smooth, and shapely legs when she walked. 

Janine could not help staring at Deidre. When Janine started to breathe again, it seemed to her that Dedrie was exuding a scent of pure estrogen for her to inhale. 

"Hello. I'm Deidre," the woman said, needlessly. Janine was still staring. Deidre was used to this reaction. "You must be Janine," Deidre continued, to give the young woman more time to recover. 

"Yes ... I'm Janine. Pleased to meet you!" Janine stammered. She had been told that Deidre was beautiful and she had seen her pictures in the infamous book -- pure porn, of the highest quality, packaged as art! But she had been totally unprepared for the eroticism of the real woman. Janine suddenly felt sexually inadequate.

Deidre sat down across from her, swinging her hips wide as if even sitting was a sexual act. After a few awkward moments that Deidre helped Janine over with small talk, they ordered lunch and an Island rum drink and Janine laid out the purpose of her five-day visit. 

There were so many stories about Iznoma Hedonia. Was it really a "hedonistic nudist camp for the very rich"? Was it true that people had sex in public? Who comes here? How long do they stay and how many people do they have sex with? Deidre smiled. "All in due time. The first day we will simply get you oriented and then you can explore and decide for yourself!" Deidre's voice was husky, an alto that perhaps had spent too much time in smoky bars in her youth. 

In an inept and unnecessary effort to lull Deidre into complacency over the idea of a journalist freely roaming around, Janine said, disarmingly, "Well, what little I have seen so far has been lovely -- a beautiful beach resort." Deidre gave her a half smile. There was no need to state the obvious, which was that Janine had nothing to say after only forty-five minutes. "Let's go over to the beach side." Deidre was hardly lulled, not at all disarmed, and was certainly not impressed by Janine so far. 

After a brief argument over the bill -- Janine insisted on paying her own way and putting the room and meals on her Against Moss expense account, so that nobody could accuse her of being "bought" for the story she would write -- Deidre led her to the elevators. Right away Janine saw that this was not a typical resort hotel. The elevators went up to the guest floors but there was no visible passage to the other side on the lobby level. Deidre took Janine to the third floor (called the "second floor" in the European manner), where Janine could see that there was a second bank of elevators that took guests to the beach side. Walking along, Janine did a double-take. In a corner sitting area, a young couple was making out and he had his hands on her naked breasts, in plain view of the other guests, who whether coming and going didn't stop or even stare. Some of the guests were in regular dress and a few were in skimpy bathing suits but most were either nude or wearing little loincloths that were almost transparent. There were fewer men than women, and Janine noticed that many of the men had erections. Some of the men were very attractive and others were just average but all of the women she saw were stunning. Odd, she thought. Also, an unusual number of these women had very large breasts. 

Beyond the elevators on the beach side was a long, wide corridor with chairs and leather loveseats that were mostly empty although some were occupied by guests, mostly couples, wearing clothes. Deidre explained that when guests planned to go to the public restaurant or into town, they usually met here before going downstairs, which was why so many people were dressed. On the wall were exquisite paintings, prints, and sculpted works in various styles, showing the beauty of the human body and people in acts of copulation or other forms of sexual intimacy. The seating against the wall faced a vast window giving a panoramic view of Iznoma Hedonia. 

Spread below them was a beautifully-manicured grassy landscape dotted with tables with big umbrellas and the tan-colored beach beyond and the crystalline blue sky. There were many chairs, little cabanas, umbrellas and naked people on towels, some colorful little pushcarts, and a few outbuildings with thatched roofs that looked like they might be shacks or bars. The left-hand side of the lawn was almost empty but the right-hand side was crowded and the beach was dotted with clusters of people as far as she could see. It was hard to tell what people were or were not wearing except, Janine could see, the staff, who were in blue and brown uniforms. There was a mountain in the distance to the right and a long fence to the left, over which Janine could see a beautiful garden in the next hotel over.

"This is the main attraction! One of the most beautiful beaches in the Caribbean. My guests have a full range of activities here but mostly they come to relax." Janine could see at least two large swimming pools, tennis courts on the right, what looked like a volleyball court on the beach, and, in the far distance, sailboats on the water. 

"How relaxing can it be if everyone is here searching for someone to screw?" Janine smirked. She thought that was a zinger.

"Well, that is a choice every guest has," Deidre said smoothly. "The north end, on the left-hand side of the lawn that you see, and the north end of the beach, up to the property line, is for people who want to be left alone. The middle ... (actually it's the middle-left now -- the line has been creeping northward for years! And we've moved the pathway twice) ... the middle separates the area on the north, which is for guests who have already paired off and want to be by themselves. The south side, from the pathway to the lines of trees way over there, where the mountain park starts, is open to fun and games, but guests who want to do something a little provocative are encouraged to go far enough south that they don't bother anyone to the north."

There isn't anyone to bother, Janine thought, observing how few people were on the north side. She guessed that those would be either people recovering from surgery or new arrivals from Middle America not quite sure of the rules. Deidre explained. "There are always a few people who want to be left alone, maybe because they just broke up with someone or because it's their period and they don't like to be seen menstruating nude or they're strict lesbians who don't like to look at straight sex or they're here as a couple and don't want to mix. Some guests just prefer to masturbate. We give them lots of space to be sure they feel comfortable. Besides, the 'hard-core fornicators' like it crowded over on their side because they want to show off!" Janine blushed despite herself at Deidre's references to menstruation and masturbation. How could Deidre talk about these things so off-handedly? It was gross!

Seconds later, Janine felt even more mortified because she realized all of a sudden that these bodily functions are perfectly normal. She was the one with hang-ups, not Deidre. Here she had thought she was so liberated and after only an hour she was already showing her conflicts and inhibitions. Deidre, well aware that Janine was flustered but pretending not to notice, continued: "The viewing gallery is a convenient place to meet before they go downstairs, either over to the public side or the beach side. Most of our guests would of course rather be outdoors during the day but at night, people like to come here at night to fool around and watch the fireworks show we put on every Thursday, the night before most people leave. It's also a great place to watch a tropical storm -- best show in the Islands!" Deidre nodded toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. "We have steel shutters that come down when there's a real hurricane." 

"Now," Deidre continued, nonchalantly unbuttoning her tight, almost see-through blouse in full view of everyone in the corridor, "we're going to go down to the beach side. Go up to your room and change if you want and I'll meet you down here. You'll find a complimentary cord-belt you can tie around your nice little waist and two cotton strips. One is for your loincloth -- you wear it like you see on me -- and the other you can either tie around your tits, if you don't want to go topless (and I hope you do go topless -- you look like you have nice tits, not too big like mine)." Deidre's heavy, perfectly rounded, wonderfully suspended breasts with their long, puffy nipples pointing forward and the extravagant, darkly accenting full-circle coaster-sized areolas surrounding them were now on display. "Or" she continued, "you can tie back your hair with it or fold it over and put it inside your loincloth to use as a pad if you gush easily (like I do) or you're on the rag. (Our guests like to take a vacation from tampons, too!) Or you can use it as a spare if your loincloth gets dirty, but you don't really need a spare. You can get a new cloth whenever you want and we give you a new set every day. If you don't want to wear the loincloth, you can wear whatever you brought with you but I'll tell you right now that most people here are either nude or wear their loincloths topless. Most people don't bother with any clothes once they get here, unless they go in town or to the restaurant over on the public side to meet people. You'll stand out if you wear street clothes and you'll disappoint everybody, because you look hot. Anyway, you have a nice body -- you might as well flaunt it!" Janine felt her face flush again -- this was getting very personal very fast. 

While she spoke, Deidre had unzipped and opened her skirt at the right slit, revealing a very sheer loincloth underneath. Because Deidre was a large woman, the front and back panels of the loincloth hung down just a few inches below her crotch. It couldn't be seen through the slit in her skirt but if the fabric had not hung over in front as far as it did the outline and color of Deidre's pussy through the thin fabric would have been easily visible to anyone who looked. Then, while Janine watched in amazement, Deidre removed her blouse completely and freed her perfect, beautifully shaped, lightly-tanned gently-swaying and obviously firm breasts. Janine was speechless but it registered somewhere in her mind that Deidre, an older woman with at least an E cup, had less sag than she did. (They also, Janine noticed, both shared the same boob feature -- big areolas!) Some of the guests who were lounging in the corridor broke out in applause and Deidre raised her arms above her head, which lifted her bosom and showed off her body even more, and gave a little wave. A staff attendant had already scurried up to Deidre and was taking her boss's clothes as she handed them to her. Obviously this happened all the time. Janine later learned that Deidre's public strip act was a Iznoma Hedonia tradition, repeated several times a day. 

Janine went to her room shaken, not by the casual nudity but by the prospect of what she seemed to be getting herself into. She didn't turn on a light because she could see easily in the afternoon light. The room was very plush, done in a tawny beige with accent shades of rosy pink and red, leather furniture and a queen-size bed. A big framed picture of a couple in the throes of passion hung over the bed. On the opposite wall, just over the television set, hung an abstract painting of a pink oval shape with a red center and curved brown accents on the outside  not unlike her own vulva, she couldn't help but notice. Laid out on the bed was a soft black cord with gold threads and tassels that she could tie around her waist or hips and two long, thin strips of exceptionally soft, thin white muslin cloth. She put the cord around her hips, low down to show that she was cool with this, and pulled the loincloth under the cord in back, through her legs, and under the cord in front, letting the ends hang down. It was surprisingly awkward to put it on and it took a while to spread it out so that it was smooth. She wondered if she was doing it right. When in Rome! The loincloth was surprisingly comfortable because once it was pulled tight it formed a little pouch that cradled her sex, caressed her sensitive labia up to the V that hid her clitoris, and nestled in the grooves of her groin.

She thought about going down topless but decided against it. She had to maintain an air of professionalism Her pleasantly full boobs had wide, dark pink areolas around her nipples, as big on her small frame, proportionally, as Deidre's but more prominent against her fair skin. They always attracted notice and right now she did not want to be the center of attention. Men loved those big wide haloes but they made it hard to wear anything fashionably revealing without a full bra. Even a half bra showed her colors when she wore a low-cut dress. When Janine wore a bathing suit the top had to be full, not bikini, or her pink circles would peak out over the top and she would always be checking and adjusting herself. She was here to do a story and if her own body was going to influence people's behavior toward her she had to dress up -- or down -- or undress down, or whatever. She took the second cloth strip, twisted it, covered her breasts with the twist in the middle and tied it in back to make a bra. The soft but thin muslin fabric was almost transparent and when she glanced in the mirror she could see that she was only partly successful -- her pink halos could be seen around the nipple but they weren't prominent in the shadows of the unlit room and that was the best she could do, she thought. 

Janine came down from her room in her loincloth and top ensemble, determined to blend in with the guests. Because she was a small woman and had tied the belt low down around her hips, the cloth strip of her loincloth draped far down both front and back and brushed her inner thighs as she walked. The fabric bunched between her legs and rubbed her lightly but very pleasantly. 

"There you are!" exclaimed Deidre as Janine came out of the elevator. "You look great in a loincloth! And I was right about your tits being nice -- very nice!" Janine was aware that her near nudity, all this stimulation, and the suspense of not knowing what to expect, was making her nipples erect. She still did not realize that in the bright sunlight her erect nipples cast moving shadows on the white fabric of her thin top, which was now almost transparent so that everyone could see the pink color of her big areolas anyway. 

Janine saw that Deidre's skin was shining and there was a strong scent of coconut in the air. In the ten minutes she had been gone, Deidre had obviously had sunscreen lotion applied all over, including her breasts, right there in front of everyone. Janine noticed that one of the staff attendants standing nearby still had lotion on her hands. That must be a fun job! Deidre spoke. "You should put suntan lotion on. I live here and if I don't protect myself from the sun every time I go out I'd turn into a piece of leather in no time." Janine unwisely turned it down. 

The two women, one big and one little, one tall one short, one older one young, made an incongruous pair as they took the elevator opposite the one they came up on down to the private, or beach side of the resort. As the elevator opened, Janine immediately saw that she was overdressed. Almost nobody wore anything, even a loincloth, except Deidre, who Janine suspected only wore hers to make Janine comfortable. The only exception were staff, who wore comfortable-looking sarongs, both men and women, with a simple twisted and tied top for the women, both garments in turquoise and brown. The guests were talking and lounging in the shade at tables on the wide, long lawn that stretched from the building, where there were many little shops at ground level, to the beach, which seemed much further away than it had from the observation gallery. Scattered here and there were pushcarts painted in bright Island colors. Janine saw that the one closest to them carried cold drinks, snacks, suntan lotion, little foil packets of personal lubricant, and a big box of condoms and on its side hung a collection basket for dirty loincloths and towels. There were many towels but only a few loincloths in the basket. 


Deidre in the Islands Ch. 01



The first sexual act that Janine saw was on the right. A woman was sitting on the lap of a man at a table in the shade, her legs on his. Her partner was seated in a wrought-iron chair and was moving his hips very slowly. Her loincloth was covering them in front and his hid his butt in back but Janine could see that the back was out of her belt and pulled to the side and the front of his was not covering him either. He must have been all the way inside her and by the looks of it they had been fucking leisurely for a long time. They were talking with another couple like it was perfectly natural. Perhaps it was ... at Iznoma Hedonia. 

As they passed, Deidre noticed what Janine had seen and said, quietly, "That's nothing. They get more frisky closer to the beach and farther to the right, toward the mountain." There was a very large hill just beyond the south property line of the resort. The island side was a gentle slope to the peak, where there was a tower for radio transmission, but on the beach side a treacherous rocky outcrop had been rounded off by erosion and curved into the sea in a near-perfect hemisphere. The resort staff called it Mount Deidre. 

While they walked slowly along the pathway to the beach, Deidre told Janine the history of the resort. Janine barely heard what she said, first because the sun felt warm and very sensual on her shoulders and breasts and then because of what she saw along the way. The further they went, the more she could see what was happening. On the left, or north, side people were lying on blankets or in lounge chairs, reading, napping, or talking. Some women with very large racks had a sort of light muslin sling suspended from the back of their chair that lifted their breasts up and spread them apart. They had little aluminum foil mirrors in their laps, so that their boobs would tan evenly underneath and on the sides, Janine guessed. Some of the women and a few of the men were sitting back in a type of chair she hadn't seen before, low and with footrests on each side, legs spread comfortably, their crotch and thighs naked to the sun. But on the right, or south, side of the lawn, almost nobody was alone and there was more activity. There were couples, threesomes, and even one group of eight, most of them just fondling and petting each other but one of the men in the group had his cock buried in the ass of a young woman with a blank expression on her face and glazed-over eyes. 

A little further to the right, closer to the property line to the north, two nude men sat under an umbrella. They were holding each other's penis in their hands. Janine had no idea what they were doing. She asked Deidre why gay men would be interested in coming here, since the whole scene seemed so hetero. Deidre smiled and said, "First, we don't put people in categories. What you do when you are aroused is what you want to do at the moment. These labels mean nothing." Janine wondered if Deidre was telling her that she herself was bisexual. "And besides, you haven't seen the fourth floor." 

Deidre and Janine stopped under the shade of a spreading tropical tree Janine did not recognize. Deidre was telling Janine how the previous owners had sunk millions into the property after a hurricane had nearly destroyed it and how they went broke after all that investment because a second hurricane spoiled the grand opening. But there had been other problems. There were rumors of embezzled funds. Also, the previous owners tried to market it as a family resort. A big mistake. The Island was just too far from Florida to go with children when other islands were much closer, easier to get to, and had wider beaches. Besides, there was nothing much for kids to do on the Island. So Deidre had the chance to buy the resort for next to nothing when it went into bankruptcy. There wasn't much work on the Island and the staff was grateful to her when they were kept on. Some staff quit when they found out that it would be an adults-only resort where almost anything goes but those who didn't mind got good jobs at a good wage. They appreciated it and would have done anything she asked. And so she asked a lot. 

While Deidre was talking, Janine was watching two couples near them, on a chaise lounge. One man was tall and muscular and lying on his back on a blanket while a buxom woman, sitting cross-legged and showing fine blonde pubic hair, carefully and deliberately stroked his long erect penis, up and down, with both hands. The other man kneeling on a chaise lounge and rubbing lotion onto the shoulders of a very pretty young brown-haired woman who was sitting on the edge, eyes closed, letting his hands first brush and then stroke her full, rounded breasts. Janine watched the man fondle the woman and then tug at her brown nipples, openly, in plain view of everyone. The woman didn't seem to know his name but she wasn't discouraging him. While Janine watched, he moved in to kiss her neck, which hadn't been slathered with lotion yet. 

Just then Janine heard a groan and felt a big glob or two or three of something hot and gooey hit her thigh! "We're sorry!" squeaked a natural blonde, who was sitting with a man on a big beach blanket spread out next to the pathway. She was apologizing on behalf of her dazed, post-orgasmic partner whose penis she was holding, but she obviously did not consider the misguided spurt to be a very big deal. To Inadvertently spray someone with your partner's semen was clearly not considered much of a social faux pas around here. "Uh, that's OK," was Janine's unimaginative response as she felt the stranger's cum drip down her leg. 

She looked over at the amorous couple in the chaise lounge again. The woman had gotten on her hands and knees and the man was behind her, kneading a hanging breast with one hand while he pointed his erect dick at her entrance. While Janine watched, the attentive staff converged on the couple but to Janine's surprise they did not break it up. They just opened a condom and handed it to the man, who grunted his disapproval at being interrupted but put it on anyway and proceeded to mount the young woman, with everyone watching. 

Deidre had not being paying attention to this sexual scene -- it obviously was an everyday occurrence. She was telling Janine how she guaranteed the success of Iznoma Hedonia by sending announcements to every stripper who had ever worked in her club in Los Angeles and combing her address book for beautiful women who she knew liked sex and had voluptuous figures. Then she put ads for the resort in the raunchiest adult magazines she could afford. She paid men's club managers around the country to put up her advertising where patrons could see it, and to keep replacing it when patrons stole the highly suggestive poster with the two coconuts and the palm tree. She gave the women such a discount that they would have been crazy to take their vacation anywhere else that year! But the men all had to pay full price, even that first year. Once the first wave of tourists got there, the staff made sure that their every need was catered to and every sexual desire satisfied, even if she had to hire professionals to make sure that all the men got laid and the picky women all got a man they liked. She was able to keep the resort half full the entire season, which was not great but not bad compared to the previous owners. Every year after that, it got easier and easier as word spread. Satisfied women guests told their friends and returned year after year, keeping the sexual draw alive. As horny men flocked to the resort to get at these women, Deidre raised the price for the men each year and that's where she made most of her profit because she kept her rates low for the women and gave big breaks to strippers and club girls, who often just paid a little over cost. Within three years, there was no need to do any more advertising. Iznoma Hedonia was running at full capacity. 

Janine could hardly believe the carnality of it all. She could hardly believe that a strange man's come was drying on her leg. Most of all, she could hardly believe how wet she was under her loincloth.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 02



Deidre kept up her mystique by strolling the inside grounds at Iznoma Hedonia nearly naked, showing herself off with unusual and erotic jewelry, thin gauzy wraps or loincloths than concealed nothing, and, on more formal occasions, fabulous gowns cut low to display her generous, exceptionally firm, flawless bosom like ripe melons in a basket. Unlike her guests, who were here for the sun, she seldom went outdoors at midday. When she did she often walked nude and well protected by sunscreen, to keep away the wrinkles but also to be sure that what tan she did get turned her skin bronze rather than brown and was uniform over her body. Deidre was telling Janine about her Island empire, while all around them guests were groping each other, copulating, and exhibiting themselves. 

Janine's head was spinning. Iznoma Hedonia was as free and open sexually as its reputation had suggested, and then some. She had never imagined a resort where condoms were passed out to couples screwing in public! And she never expected to be hit by flying semen as she walked down a path. But she had seen all of this happen in the first twelve minutes that she had been walking around the grounds of the infamous vacation paradise. 

She and the fabulous Deidre walked further along the resort grounds toward the beach, dressed in their flimsy loincloths. Deidre was continuing the story of how she had single-handedly brought Iznoma Hedonia back from bankruptcy and made a fortune for herself by marketing the resort first to voluptuous women in the adult entertainment industry and then to the men who wanted to meet (and mate) them. Now she was the sole owner of the hottest adult resort of the mid-1980's. 

But through Janine's research, the journalist knew much more of the story than Deidre was telling. Small wonder that Deidre had succeeded so brilliantly in the sex industry. Her unbounded ambition, natural business instincts, and calculated drive for money and power took over after her initial success as an object of sexual desire. Deidre's early fame as an exotic dancer and nude model had led rich and sometimes foolish men to obsession with to having sex with her. Once they did, they were hooked. A series of affairs resulted in her coming to possession of the most popular strip club in Los Angeles and contacts all over the world. She became a force in the industry, with the support of the richest and most powerful men in the business, men who were generous beyond reason to their coveted mistress and who bankrolled her success.

The two women passed the first jalapa, a sort of thatched-roof shelter set up with a bar. Deidre asked if Janine wanted another rum drink and Janine was happy to accept but she insisted on signing for it so that there could be no charge of buying influence on her magazine article. While they waited for it, a very cute young woman with short brown hair and lots of energy, wearing a loincloth, bounded up to the bar while they waited and ordered a Harvey Wallbanger. What drew Janine's attention were the woman's unusual tits. They were very big for her little body and hung down low on her chest. Every time the woman moved there was a ripple and a swing in her chest. Even when the woman stopped moving for a moment her breasts seemed to keep going. Finally she got her drink and ran off to rejoin whoever it was she was with, tits bouncing wildly. 

Janine glanced over to the right, to the area where people expected more privacy, and did a double-take. In the distance, almost to the far wall of the property, she saw a pale young woman with curly hair lying on her back on a towel. A hugely oversize flesh-colored floppy dildo protruded from her vagina. She was pounding herself holding the dildo with one hand and frigging herself with the other. She remembered what Deidre had said earlier, that some people just liked to masturbate even when the real thing was close at hand. As Janine watched, the woman climaxed but she was too far away for Janine to hear her moan. 

Janine was still smitten by Deidre's beauty. Janine felt very intimidated. Her C-cup breasts, pale tourist's skin, and girlish figure with her little round butt may have drawn men to buy her drinks in New York bars but she didn't feel all that hot next to Deidre. 

The woman was old enough to be her mother but Deidre's skin still looked younger than her own. Deidre's light tan was striking. Janine guessed that her customary nakedness evened the light tan over her tall, flawless body, which was a perfect but exaggerated feminine shape. It was the body of a naturally beautiful, hormone-intoxicated, sexual, abundantly fertile but unstretched, strong but feminine mature woman who took care of her body out of professional commitment and personal obsession.

They walked a little further and Deidre pointed out all the little details that made Iznoma Hedonia unique. The attentive staff was always quick to supply a condom when needed. The convenient pushcarts carried everything a guest might need on short notice, including suntan lotion, vibrators, and condoms to cover them for sanitary reasons or, even better, to use on the real thing. There were specially-designed chairs, thought up by Deidre herself, with footrests where guests could spread their legs comfortably in the sun to warm their genitals and hooks for slings to raise the breasts of the bigger women so that they could get a tan on the underside. For the active guests, there was aerobics and volleyball and tennis, all nude of course. And that was just outdoors. Indoors, there was a pole-dancing studio where guests could try out the new craze and her professional strippers could learn routines of this new sensation, which Deidre was convinced would take over adult entertainment. There were cooking lessons, makeover sessions, masturbation demonstrations for all erotic persuasions, and language lesions, with native instructors teaching dirty words, sex vocabulary, and pick-up lines in English, Spanish, and Moldavian. 

This crowd seemed to like to shave their pubic hair, at least the girls, Janine thought. She saw more shaved pussy here than she ever saw at the nudist colony she had visited for that story a few years ago, in 1980. Maybe it was a trend! There were also more tattoos than she ever remembered seeing, even some on women. She even saw some nipples pierced with rings or little barbells, which she had never seen in New York. 

The further they went down the path, the more people there were, especially on the left. Most were under umbrellas but a few were out in the sun and the staff was keeping an eye on them so they wouldn't burn. About fifty feet away, two women had got carried away in the sun. While Janine watched, they stopped kissing and stroking one another's breasts and the larger woman, with brown hair, had moved between the legs of the smaller girl, a black-haired young woman who looked Asian, eagerly lapping at her cunt. But the one on top was pink on her back and butt. As Deidre and Janine approached, two of the staff had gathered over the amorous ladies and opened a parasol to protect them from the sun. The two didn't notice and kept at it. As they got closer they could see that the brunette had started fingering the one on the bottom. She had at least three fingers in her, curled palm up, obviously stroking the smaller woman's G-spot. Just as they passed, the woman being diddled gave a shriek and a shudder and as they watched a little gush of fluid wet the hand of the diddler. Janine felt her already damp loincloth turn a little wetter. 

They were almost to the beach. Janine could see that it was a beautiful, clean sandy beach, a light copper in color instead of the more common beige. Small sailboats were drawn up on the beach off to the left, beyond a sign warning away swimmers. Palm trees dotted the landscape but did not provide much shade so there were scattered jalapas and small cabanas in clusters of two or three. Most of the cabanas had the side facing the ocean open and Janine could see two chairs and what looked like a low bed or a bench with a cushion on it. Janine saw one naked couple walk into one and close the canvas flap behind them. 

Before they left the lawn and reached the beach, Deidre took Janine off the path and walked a while on the grass, passing in front of a row of nude guests who greeted Deidre warmly and invited her to remove her loincloth. They happened to spot the young woman from the bar in front of them and not far away, sitting on a towel thrown over a chaise lounge under a tree, with a very handsome, thin young man who had a very long, very erect cock. They were kissing with tongue and he was kneading her loose, mobile, pendulous breasts while she stroked his rampant dick. Her loincloth was off and bunched up on the towel. Her legs were spread and, framed by an oval of brown pubic hair, her pink sex lips were separated, her deep entrance open and visible to everyone around her who cared to look, and many did. He had probably just finished fingering her. "This should be interesting", Deidre murmured and directed Janine silently to a seat at an unoccupied table under an umbrella. 

The man lifted his petite partner's hanging tits to his mouth without even having to bend over and suckled her nipple first on one side, then the other until her breathing became ragged and her rhythm on his cock broke up. Then he gently pushed her to the side and touched her back to make her go down on her hands and knees. In this position her loose tits hung down very low, almost to the towel. While they were watching, an attentive staff attendant had passed by and not only put a condom down beside him on the lounge but had opened it for him. The man saw it, grabbed it like a thirsty man grabs a drink of water, and rolled it onto his cock, which he then thrust into the young woman with such enthusiasm that he hit bottom on the first stroke. Her loose tits shimmied and swung with the motion but it was out of synch and with every pounding thrust he gave her jiggling tits went flying in all directions, swinging back to hit one another with a smack. 

After a few minutes of this she whispered something to her partner and he eased back and sat on his ankles. She followed him backwards, keeping him inside her, and while everyone watched she picked up the cord. In what must have been a well-practiced move, she took the black cord belt in her hand and draped it over her forearm so that it dangled over her elbow. She leaned forward and brought her forearm across her body under her boobs. Then she lifted her loose, low-hanging tits with her forearm, reached over to grab the end of the cord with her other hand, brought it over her breasts, tied it and pulled the cord. Her breasts were now bound at the chest with the big, soft cord holding them together. She pulled it tighter around her yielding breasts and knotted the cord. Then she reassumed the position and he mounted her again, with equal enthusiasm. This time, her tits swung together, forward and back, in time to his thrusting motion but still jiggled invitingly even though they swayed less from side to side. The binding had pushed enough flesh out from her chest and into her boobs that they hung a little lower now and the nipples grazed the towel, giving her a little thrill from the friction. 

The man held on tightly to her hips and was positioning himself so that his thrusts were directed forward, to hit her right where she loved it. It didn't take long for her to stiffen and shake, holding her body rigid while he continued to pound against her and heaving with deep breathing. Her tits were wobbling so much they looked alive. Then she relaxed a little and he almost knocked her over with a big final thrust when he also went rigid and shook. The two of them held their position while the nearby guests applauded. Everyone appreciated their public orgasm, which in addition to their own exhibitionistic pleasure made the atmosphere more erotic for everyone else. The man gingerly disconnected and sat back, pulling the condom off his softening dick. The woman sat on the edge of the lounge and untied her tightly bound boobs, letting them wobble and sway freely again. She reached over and took the used condom from the man and let the contents spill out onto each of her huge breasts. While he and everyone else watched, she leaned back on the lounge and rubbed his semen into her skin with her fingers, breasts rippling with the motion, until it dried. He let the last drops of come from his prick drip onto the grass and lay down on the lounge next to her. They cuddled, wetly, and fell sleep. 

Janine felt overwhelmed. Her head was spinning. She had seen more people performing more sex acts in one hour than she had ever seen before in her life, even after three years of sorority parties where the girls made out with their boyfriends in dark corners. She wasn't just damp any more. Her pussy was leaking and making her loincloth wet. She felt flushed from the sun, the rum drinks ... and her own arousal. "Deidre," she said, "I need to go back to my room to lie down. It was a long flight from New York and I ... " her voice trailed off. Deidre knew exactly what she was experiencing. "I'm sure you're tired. You go take a nap," Deidre said in a motherly voice. "Everything will still be here later. I suggest that you dine tonight at the beach restaurant, La Diva -- you've already seen the public restaurant. I'll be there at 7:00 if you want to join me. If you want to dine alone, I suggest the Conch Shack, the Arepa House, or the Beach Bar, if you just want something light. They make great conch fritters at the Beach Bar. Oh, and we require guests to wear at least a loincloth at La Diva -- it's formal." Saying that Deidre sauntered away, breasts swaying. 

Janine was confused and upset. She felt flushed and lightheaded and unsteady on her feet. Was it the combination of two rum drinks in an hour and the sun? Was it the unrelenting sexual stimulation? A dried splash of a strange man's come was on her leg! Gross! But most of all she felt conflicted, she was going to be here for five days and during this time the only person in this exhibitionistically sexual environment not having sex was going to be her. She had to be objective because she was a journalist and couldn't let her own feelings color the story. She felt a huge tension between her professional duty to report the facts and her personal emotional reaction at being assaulted by other people's blatant display of sensuality. And the truth is that she didn't know how she really felt about it. 

She had thought she was so liberal and modern, yet all this unrestrained sex around her was disconcerting. Retracing her steps she kept seeing things that either aroused disturbed her. A hand under a loincloth, three people playing with vibrators, a man stroking the ass of a woman young enough to be his daughter. Or a tattoo on someone's back that was more sexual than any she had seen before, a studded choke collar on a woman's neck, pierced nipples (she had never seen one before 1982 and now they seemed to be getting popular). She didn't know what she thought about that. She didn't know what she thought about anything right now. Back on the path, she saw on the north side in the distance the fair-skinned size queen pushing an even larger dildo into herself and rocking her pelvis to get it deeper, a living tribute to the elasticity of the human vagina. A woman sitting at a table had her foot buried in the crotch of the women sitting across from her and seemed to be wiggling her toes. It was all too much. She was getting dizzy. 

After Janine had been gone a few minutes and she was sure that she was not coming back, Deidre walked over to the Beach Bar, a little further down nestled in a small grove of palm trees toward the mountain, and used the telephone.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 03



Janine was panting by the time she got back to her room. She felt so lightheaded after the sun, the rum, and especially all the stimulation around her. It was disconcerting. She had thought that she was so liberal and her politics were libertarian but Iznoma Hedonia was libertine. The atmosphere of intense but casual sex at the resort aroused her but the intensity was too much. It overwhelmed her. Just being around it was disorienting because of the tension she felt. She wanted it for herself but felt that she had to keep away from it. It was her duty as a journalist. 

She had to keep her distance from all this. She was a professional, for goodness' sake! Her standards of reporting were too high to let herself get sucked into all this sensual permissiveness! She had to be objective! She had to resist! Her story had to show that ... what? It was then that she realized that she really had no idea what she was going to write and how to tell the story. She was observing something that was affecting her, awakening desire, but she had to resist....and why was that? In order to observe because the angle of her story was ... what? It was to tear the lid off this privileged playground for the over-sexed and tell her readers the truth,....which was? She was here to do an investigation to reveal....what, motivation -- of who? She had already started writing the story in her mind and was focused on the history of Iznoma Hedonia -- not so much what she got from Deidre on their walk but the real story of how a strip club owner was able to get her sugar daddy, the country's biggest pornographer, to finance acquisition of this anything-goes resort....in other words, by going on this visit could she really tell her readers anything more about the how and the when? But now that she was here, she realized, with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, that her readers wouldn't care beyond the amusement of a few interesting details. 

The real story....she was just starting to believe was why. Not why people wanted to have sex with beautiful partners in a paradise setting but why....why what? 

She was still hot as well as overheated and the stress was giving her a headache. She thought perhaps a shower would calm her down. She started the water running and when she took off her loincloth it was still damp with her secretions and tossed it on the bed. She had never dripped so much in her life without having actual sex. The cool water did feel good on her skin and seemed to cool down her pussy. She felt a little, but not much, better when she stepped out of the stall and toweled off. For no particular reason, since it was comfortably warm in the room, she wrapped the damp towel around her shoulders as if shielding her nakedness, although her lower body was uncovered. She knew that unsatisfied feeling she felt was horniness. She fingered her crotch before she sat down to see how wet she still was. Damn! she thought, she was still dripping and her lips still felt puffy. 

She decided to lie down for a while and lay nude on the bedspread. She did not feel the slightest sleepy even though she felt tired and her mind was racing with thoughts of sex temptation, and her duty as a journalist to be detached from what she was reporting. She got up after a few minutes, very unsatisfied. 

Maybe there was something on television to distract her. Janine looked past the coffee table, with its big bowl of condoms and decorator wooden box filled with packets of personal lubricant, to the television set across the room. She picked up the remote and tried some channels. She should have known better. There was one weak channel from Miami, a signal from Jamaica with a lot of interference, and the local broadcast channel, which was playing amateur soccer. Everything else was closed-circuit and porn. There were channels running loops and channels running full-length dirty movies, of every description and persuasion that was legal under international law. She saw anal, which she never much cared for, long and hot oral, which she had always loved, threesomes, orgies, kinky stuff with dungeons, large insertions, very large insertions, Japanese girls getting tied up in ropes, gay men, women, Brazilian girls with dicks, multiethnic and multiracial couplings, underwater sex, and obscene acts with peeled avocadoes. She was never going to get away from titillation this way. After making the rounds of channels with the remote, she settled on a station that seemed to specialize in dreamy, romantic seduction and mutual oral pleasure. She watched for a few minutes as the woman on the screen -- who looked a lot like her, was pleasured by another woman while a man sucked on her nipples and then came wetly in a wave of passion....

Suddenly, the headache was gone, like that magic moment at the end of a hangover when it all disappears. She realized exactly what she had to do! She had been resisting the obvious. After all, she was not just a writer telling a story about sexual real estate and hedonism. She was a writer for Against Moss, the magazine of her generation! The magazine that made "gonzo" journalism an art form! That made it fashionable and even respectable for the reporter to put themselves in the story and to write about their reactions instead of maintaining professional objectivity. That wrote about being "terrified and disdainful" (in the words of her hero at Against Moss, Fisher Simpson, the locally famous would-be self-regarded protege of the great but inattentive Hunter Thompson, who started it all with "fear and loathing" at that other magazine, the competition) rather than the facts -- really, any facts. 

This was 1985, after all! She was a modern journalist! This was the new wave of journalism! If she really wanted to connect with her readers, she needed to feel Iznoma Hedonia deeply and personally, take in the entire experience, and report what she felt....that is what would make not a good story, but a great story!

With a new sense of purpose, she took out her pad and started writing the opening of a story about a woman who tells her readers about abandoning inhibitions in the search for sensual knowledge, for....

There was a knock on the door of her room. Shit! thought Janine. Just when she was making progress. "Coming!" she yelled. She hit "Mute" on the remote button to silence the television. She quickly looked behind the bathroom door for a bathrobe and found a thin cotton gown hanging there, but then she remembered that she was at a resort where everyone went nude. Why bother? But she didn't still feel right answering the door in the nude so she grabbed a towel. There was another knock. Holding the towel in front of her, modest from force of habit rather than conviction, she opened to the door. 

There, standing in front of her, was the most gorgeous man she had ever imagined. He was not too tall but almost a head taller than Janine, brown-skinned, with deep, limpid brown eyes and black wavy hair, matched by a sexy moustache and goatee, with broad shoulders. He was dressed in a more formal version of the resort uniform, like a tailored suit in brown and blue, and held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other, with a towel draped close to his wrist and a fresh loincloth draped close to his elbow. 

"Good afternoon." His voice was like honey and he smiled broadly and invitingly but not lasciviously. "I am Carlos. I here to welcome you and to repeat La Dama Deidre's invitation to dine tonight at the restaurant downstairs, La Diva. May I come in?" His voice was softly accented with Spanish. 

Janine was flustered -- she had never let a strange man into her hotel room before. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Well, I will put your flowers into a vase," (he pronounced it "vahz") "and give you champagne and while I am here I will prepare your room. Before I became the maitre d' I worked in housekeeping, so I can also turn down your bed and replace your loincloth." Janine knew perfectly well that resorts, even the most expensive, do not usually do bed turn-downs at 2:00 in the afternoon or deliver a clean garment unrequested and in person every day. Nevertheless, something in her mind whispered that she was not in danger and that she should not resist. This could be opportunity knocking. "Of course", she said and stepped back. Carlos stepped in. She had just willingly allowed a penis to enter the room. 

With easy grace and efficiency, Carlos put down the bouquet and bottle, draped the two cloth strips and cord belt of the fresh loincloth over a valet rack next to the door, opened a cabinet, and found a vase, which he filled with water in the bathroom and brought out to receive the beautiful, colorful bouquet, radiant in shades of pink and red. This he put on the coffee table next to the bowl of condoms, glancing at the silent television screen -- still playing on the oral sex channel, suggesting Janine's preferences -- without saying a word. He asked her how she felt, if she liked her room, how her first day was going, and whether she would like a glass of champagne. She was feeling a little better, she said, and the idea of sipping champagne was refreshing. She was still standing and holding the towel, which hid her breasts and, because she was a small woman, fell below her crotch but revealed her pretty legs. Carlos returned to the cabinet and found a champagne flute. He opened the bottle and poured for her -- only her, not for himself. 

As he did so he said, "You cannot be comfortable standing there holding that towel. There is a housecoat behind the bathroom door and I have put your clean loincloth on the over there, if you wish to wear something." He did not have to say it - that she did not have to wear anything at all. 

"Oh, I'm fine. I'll just sit here on the sofa. Why don't you pour some for yourself and sit here when you finish with the bed?" she purred. She still held the dry towel in front of her with her left arm but now she was sitting on one end of the sofa holding her glass of champagne in the other hand.

Carlos smoothed out the bedspread and started to turn down her bed, with practiced and deliberate movements. He folded it over with a sharp and straight crease and then did the same for the sheet, smoothing it with his long, sensitive hands, as if caressing the place where Janine would soon lay her body. He fluffed the pillows as if he were preparing a nest for her. Janine noticed that he had very broad shoulders. 

Finally, he picked up Janine's used loincloth strip, now dry from her juices. He went to the cabinet and Janine saw that while she took a sip he sniffed the cloth and then put it into his pocket. Only then did he bring out another glass and pour some champagne for himself. 

"May I?" he asked, before sitting down on the leather sofa next to her. 

"Of course, she replied, "as long as you take advantage of the situation", and let the front of the towel drop as she extended her left arm across the back of the sofa. The towel fell in her lap and her pretty, firm C-cup tits with their dark pink nipples and wide pink areolas that surrounded them and that were such a part of her image were revealed to the man sitting next to her. Carlos looked at her chest appreciatively as he sat down on the other end of the sofa, his eyes obviously taking in their features but he said nothing about her nakedness that would disturb the naturalness of the situation. He smiled but when he spoke he kept his eyes locked on her eyes, without staring at her chest. 

"I toast your visit to Iznoma Hedonia and I hope that you return many times," he said, holding up his glass. "You brighten this place." Janine was quite happy with this remark and took another sip of champagne. Her nipples were visibly erect and she felt wet again under her towel. 

"This is very nice champagne," Janine said, although she knew very little about the quality of champagne. "Do you do this for all the women guests?" 

"Of course not," Carlos smiled, a brilliant and disarming smile with a gleam in his eye. "But I am very glad that I was asked to do so for you." 

"Carlos, you wouldn't be trying to seduce me, would you?" she said, sitting there naked by choice next to the clothed messenger. 

"Well, what is that?" Carlos replied. "Seduction means that you do something you really want to do, even if you do not know it, but you are holding back until someone makes you comfortable. If it is forced on you, it is bad and it is not seduction. If you go after it yourself, it is not seduction either. Seduction is a way of helping you do what you wish to do. If you mean by that do I want to help you do what you wish to do -- of course! But in the end it is you who must decide what you wish to do." 

Janine liked that answer so much she would have written it down in other circumstances but she did not want to break the flow of this very interesting conversation. 

"Well then let's talk about what you want. Do I understand correctly that you would not object if I agreed to get on the bed that you have just carefully prepared for me? And that you plan -- have every intention -- of joining me there and of acting out some fantasy of yours involving my body?"

"I am a man in the presence of a beautiful woman, so of course I have those thoughts. But my human desires are not what decides what will happen. It is your desire and wish that will decide. So you can concentrate on the process of agreement and the pleasure of anticipation or you can concentrate on the act and the pleasure it will bring or you can bring it all to a close and watch television." This last remark, a little joke, might have sounded too downbeat except that there was a particularly torrid scene of cunnilingus on the TV at that moment. 

"So it all comes down to what I want," Janine mused. She was aware that Carlos had put his arm up on the back of the sofa and their fingers were touching. 

"Yes, and if you and I want the same thing, then it can happen to us together and I can be the instrument of your desire. But if you do not wish for it, then all I can do is provide the opportunity for your fulfillment and I must respect your wishes." 

"How do I know that I would want what it is that you would like to give me? How do I know you will be what I want?" She let him entwine his fingers in hers and then shifted her position to face him, causing the towel in her lap to fall away from her fine brown pubic hair. 

When she moved, so did he, as if to face her as she faced him, coming closer to her side of the sofa but not past the middle. 

"I cannot give you any promises and so there is always a risk but what is life of disappointment without risk. We could never explore or learn without trying the unknown." He kissed the back of her hand. "But if you are concerned, I can show you how I treat a woman and you can decide if that is what you like." He kissed the palm of her hand. 

"Yes," Janine said as he kissed the inside of her wrist and forearm. "I would like for you to show me how you would treat a woman like me. Whether I 'wish' for anything more I cannot say until I know what I am wishing for. " 

"You are a very wise woman," said Carlos, who after he put the glass down on the table in front of them moved closer to her and was now kissing the inside of her elbow and upper arm. His face brushed her young and firm tit. He rose to kiss her shoulders and neck and around her face to the lobe of her ear, which he took into his mouth and sucked, pausing for a moment to lick the inside of her ear. His other hand had gone around her waist to pull her to him and was now gently caressing her other firm tit. The towel had fallen to the floor and she sat there leaning into him, legs together, and put her hand on his thigh for support -- without looking she placed it a little too high and it came down on a very nice sized, very firm erect cock in his tight-fitting uniform pants. She was breathing heavily now as he held her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth -- she offered no resistance as his tongue entered her. Her breasts were pushed out to the sides as they pressed up against his uniform coat. She felt his fingers running up and down her back and neck as he kissed her long, hard, and deeply. Then he loosened his embrace and let her sink back a little, arching her back as he kissed the front of her neck and between her breasts, stopping now and then to press them together against his cheeks. Then he leaned forward and kissed the tops and sides of her breasts, licked her wide, dark pink areolas, and took the nipple of one breast in his mouth, sucking each one first gently and then forcefully and flicking it with his tongue inside his mouth. Janine loved having her breasts played with and he was doing it masterfully, slow and gentle. 

He continued to hold her around her waist but they had dropped lower. She was aware that his hands were inches away from her groin. He gently let her sink back even more until she was lying on the sofa with her feet on the floor, but the position was not going to be comfortable for long so he leaned back and lifted her left leg up and to the back of the cushion. He did it so smoothly and naturally. 

Now he kissed from between her breasts down the midline of her stomach, her young, flat abdomen, her button, and, after shifting position, began to approach her pelvis with his lips. His trim goatee and moustache felt soft and slightly ticklish against her tender skin. This was getting serious but she offered no resistance or sign of reservation. Her hands, which had been clutching her breasts after he left them, now rested on her thighs. She moved her right foot a little further out on the floor. 

He sat up and with his right hand gently lifted her leg to the back of the sofa, exposing her cleft within its nest of pubic hair. It was closed right now, a brownish pink seam set within a pale pink mound, surrounded by soft brown hair. He opened it with his thumbs. He could see inside now, and it was very pretty. Pale pink, with a good-sized clit that protruded from under its little hood, and an opening that looked very wet and inviting. He leaned into her and she felt the cloth of his uniform against her legs as he pressed his face to her pussy, paused to take in the fresh scent, and then put his tongue in her opening. He took his time, very relaxed, lapping at her entrance and kissing her lips and inner thighs, keeping away from her clit for now. She liked it and she had to admit that participatory journalism beat any other kind for this assignment. As he used his talented mouth on her, she felt herself climbing higher and higher in her arousal -- she had been frustrated emotionally before they began and now she felt the tension build physically. Higher and higher, until he finally moved his tireless tongue an inch and began to lap her quivering clit. It only took a couple of minutes for her to come, a massive, pelvis-shattering orgasm that made her squirt a little stream into his waiting mouth, which covered her and was sucking on her wetness. 

"And that is how I would treat a woman like you," Carlos said, while she was still feeling little aftershocks. 

"That would be fine," she said breathlessly, still coming down from the high of her climax. "Under those circumstances I will let you seduce me."

Carlos got up and gave her his hand, then pulled her up from the sofa and laid her on the bed. He carefully, meticulously took off his clothes, folded them, and draped them over a chair to prevent wrinkles. 

"Carlos," asked Janine, while she was waiting for him to seduce her, "how did you come to speak such excellent English" She was also thinking, how did you learn such great moves?

"I taught comparative literature at the university," he said. "Sometimes the women students would tempt me for a better grade. I'm only human! The ugly students complained, so I left. Deidre pays much better, so I am better off. And in this job I have many additional benefits...."




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 03



At this point, he was taking off his pants. He was not wearing undershorts so Janine got her first glimpse of the cock that was soon to be deep inside her. It was beautiful, long and thick. Carlos opened a condom packet and rolled it onto his erect penis. He knew she was ready and wet and relaxed from her orgasm, so there was no need for more lubrication. 

Janine, lying on her back anticipating what was to come, could not help but be the journalist, even now. "Carlos, do you ever fuck without a condom?" 

"Yes, of course. But only if the woman wants it and can deal with the consequences. We take a test downstairs, to protect both of us." He saw that Janine was skeptical. "Yes, it is always planned. I don't gamble with the health of guests. A few women want a different father for their children than who they are married to. Some like the feeling better. Most like the fantasy of -- how do you say it -- impregnation -- they like the risk." Janine liked the fantasy but not the risk. 

Now nude like Janine, Carlos lay down in bed next to her and after a short kiss and caress he mounted her and they fucked for three hours. He was hard and relentless and came three times. She felt buttery soft inside her pussy. They used up many condoms. She lost count of how many times she came but she paid close attention to how she felt because that would be the story. She had been doing her research. 

And when they finished he tucked her in, set the alarm for two hours, and whispered for her to take a nap. He reminded her of her dinner reservation at 7:00.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 04



Janine strode confidently into Iznoma Hedonia's private-side restaurant, La Diva. Heads turned and people smiled at her and she knew they were looking at her unusual breasts, which had very large pink areolas that colored a large part of her C-cups around the nipple. It was an attention-getting feature on her small, taut body. 

Carlos, the maître d', who had just fucked her sensationally that afternoon, was solicitous and attentive. She smiled warmly at him but neither of them tried to make anything more out of the encounter thanit was. He was the best gigolo imaginable -- she was completely satisfied that afternoon and she had no doubt that he had thoroughly enjoyed having sex with her, too -- but the reality was that he was a resort employee doing Deidre's bidding and both of them knew it. Both he and she knew they had no real relationship.

La Diva was similar to the public restaurant on the other side, where she had first been received by Deidre, and shared the same kitchen. The dress code at La Diva was "resort formal" -- it was the only food service on the beach side where clothes were required. Some women went topless and others covered their tits but everyone at least wore loincloths. Janine didn't even have to decide. Now that she had broken through her inhibitions and was focused on her feelings, with the help of Carlos, it only felt right to go topless. 

Deidre was already sitting at the table, with another woman Janine did not know. Deidre's Dutch and English heritage had given her an extraordinary body: tall, voluptuous without sagging, very narrow-waisted, wide-hipped, long-legged, skin slow to wrinkle, naturally blonde with light streaks on her head and fine soft pubic hair, and a hauntingly beautiful face that men and women could not help but stare at. At 45, Deidre was still the most beautiful woman in the Islands. Her breasts were uncovered and elegant, sitting high on her chest with the nipples pointing defiantly straight ahead. 

"You made it!" Deidre said, in her husky alto voice, as Carlos pulled the chair out for Janine. "Let me introduce Marjorie." Marjorie, thin, blonde, pale and pretty, with high Slavic-looking cheekbones and low-hanging, full breasts with prominent veins and red-tinged nipples, said hello and that it was a pleasure to meet a real, published New York journalist. Janine noticed a strong accent, which did not sound exactly Russian to her but was obviously Eastern European. I've taken the liberty of ordering for all of us -- I want to show off our Island specials. But first, how are you feeling?" 

Janine had no doubt that Carlos had already reported that she was feeling much better after being orally pleasured and boned within an inch of her life that afternoon, but she answered anyway. "Much better. I got some rest and got my head straight. It was a little overwhelming. It kind of freaked me out when that guy's come hit my leg as we were walking by." 

Deidre laughed, a hearty but feminine, almost feline laugh. "You get used to flying body fluids around here." 

"You know, I'm impressed with the luxury of the resort," Janine remarked, to change the subject. "The erotic art is really beautiful. All your inside furniture is real leather and your carpets are gorgeous. I love the tiled floors, too. Everything looks so expensive!"

Deidre laughed again. "That's so that everything will be easy to clean and will stand up to the use. Remember that we have to clean every chair and loveseat twice a day and when they get soiled. It's bad enough that most of our guests are nude and sit on things with their bare butts smeared with sunscreen. Here you have people screwing on them and women dripping with arousal and men ejaculating all over the place and sometimes guests lose control during orgasm and squirt or pee on things. Nobody wants to sit on a sticky chair in a sex resort." Janine gulped. She remembered that just a few hours ago she was dripping with arousal herself. 

Marjorie had not said much but she joined the conversation about things that had happened on the Island. Janine understood from the conversation that Marjorie's role was make sure every man had a good time and that if the staff told her that someone was somehow not getting any, or not enough, her job was to seek him out and screw him, but always in a way that let him believe that he had seduced her, not the other way around. She was the mercy fucker. Deidre explained that it was too early in the week for Marjorie to get started, because they did not know yet if any of the new male guests would soon be feeling neglected. All of the stay-overs were paired up or doing fine by themselves. When Marjorie shifted position in her chair, Janine noticed that her long, pale, veined tits swayed and rippled. They must be very soft to touch, she thought. She kind of wanted to. 

Marjorie and Deidre then told some of their favorite stories about life at the resort, including celebrities who showed up, porn films that were shot on location there (including four starring Deidre), couples who conceived children while on vacation (between themselves or not, who was to say) and then named their children Deidre (maybe, maybe not) or Carlos (suspicious), couples that had split up and recombined for the trip but went home together at the end, and at least three nude marriages consummated in front of the guests. Funny things had happened, like the man who fucked his sister in the dark during the big Island power failure a few years back. 

Janine watched the interaction between the two other women during the conversation. There was a spark there. The way they glanced at each other when they thought Janine was not looking was another hint. Janine figured they must both be bisexual and maybe they got it on together. She did not see what was plainly visible to the waiter and several of the other diners, which was that Deidre had her hand on Marjorie's thigh under the tablecloth and was stroking her. She also missed the moment when Marjorie patted Deidre's left tit while the women were arranging their napkins in their barely-covered laps. 

"Marjorie has an interesting story to tell." Deidre said after a while. Janine invited her to tell it. 

"My real name is Madalina," Marjorie began, leaning forward so that her white tits rested comfortably on the table. "I took the name Marjorie when I came here because it started with the same letters and would not stand out on any list. I learned my English in school but we have much better language teachers than you do. Also, every one in our school wanted to speak English well so we could get out of our country and away into the world." She leaned back to sip her rum drink and her long tits lifted and swayed. 

"In my country, the government is run for the benefit of a few people in power who get very rich. I knew that -- everybody knew that -- and I wanted to be with people with power instead of people without anything. I finished secondary school and I wanted to go to university to study English and German, because good language was, how do you say, our "ticket" out. I was kind of rebelling at home, also. We lived in a medium-size town in the west, but our country is small so nothing is far from the big city. There is only one big city, our capital. So my parents sent me to live with my sister, who had moved there and started a beauty shop that did the hair of the wives of the government officials and because they favored her she had a flat. My sister did not like that I came, because she wanted her own freedom, but she could not deny our parents. 

"I had lots of boys. My sister was unhappy because I spent all my time out of class with boys. In our country the government did not mind young people having sex and made it easy to end pregnancy because they wanted young people not to ask questions or talk politics. Soon I met a special boy who was a military cadet. He was very serious and he wanted to marry me. I said OK and we got married. Then I got involved with his commanding officer -- he did not know. My husband was sent far away to another country for training and then again to a base in the south for joint maneuvers with the country we border and every time he was gone his commander was with me. One day I went to a party of the nomenklatura with his commander. I had too much brandy to drink and he had sex with me in front of other people. Then two other officers had sex with me. I didn't mind. 

"Word spread that sex with me was very good and I got a visit from a man who asked me to come along to meet someone important. So I went and I found out later that he was a very big military chief but he did not command anything in the army." Janine looked puzzled. "OK -- I know you don't know anything about the world I grew up in but I figured out pretty fast that he was chief of the secret police. In my country that person has a military rank. 

"The General wanted to have sex with me too and after he did me once he me wanted me every week, more if he had the time. He wanted me real bad. He said nobody had ever made him feel that way. He seemed to go a little crazy for me. He gave me good food, from special hard-money shops, and lots of brandy, and money. Then he got for us small flat near his office but a long way from the flat my husband and I were given. I visited him there during the day and he screwed me, maybe two, three times a week. I stayed for the night, maybe one time a week for months. When my husband was home I got less money and no gifts from my lover. My husband was confused. He did not know why I was unhappy every time he came home. His career was going very good but I was unhappy with him so he was unhappy. He did not know about the General and that this person in the high command did not want him, my own husband, to have sex with me but nobody could tell him. He did not want me to have sex with my own husband any more. I did not know that the General was falling in love with me, like a -- what do you call it - obsession. He was getting -- how do you say -- possessive. Very possessive. Jealous -- even of my husband. 

"He never talked about the General's wife but he did not go home on the days we were together. He couldn't get a whore or play around like other men -- he had to be very careful. It must have been very hard for a powerful man with big appetites and lots of stress. I think I was his only outlet for sex and he needed me. I was his sex life." Deidre smirked and Janine thought her suspicions about the two of them were probably true. 

"One day my husband found out about the General and he was very angry. He wanted to leave me but he had nowhere to go himself because the General had helped us get our flat and there was for many years the shortage of flats. Also, he could not do anything against my lover -- he said my lover was too powerful and knew everything that happened anywhere in the country. He just got angrier and angrier and we lived three years more together with no relationship. I was sorry for him but my time with the General was more important. There is a word I learned in English for this: 'cuckold'." Janine could not help but say "You're English is pretty good." 

"The General was very gentle with me but he expected a lot and sometimes he tied me up. I would have to sit on his lap for a long time with my hands tied behind me while he played with my tits and sucked on me, sometimes really hard. His hand was always between my legs and he liked to put his fingers up me and then lick them because he said I had a beautiful pussy. And he wanted me to suck on him for hours! Sometimes that was all he wanted. It didn't matter if he was on the telephone or looking at papers, he wanted me to get on my knees and suck his penis with my hands tied. He had a cushion on the floor by a writing table and that's where I would spend hours if he had work. Then at night he would release me and let me put on a dress. He liked to dress me up in girly, frilly outfits or peasant dresses, without panties. He said it was so my pretty pussy would be there ready for him anytime he wanted." For a moment Janine found herself wondering what Marjorie's pussy actually looked like. She would bet it looked good. 

"We would go to some fancy restaurant -- he was always given a room of his own, or to a party, usually in the officer's club, with other nomenklatura and their girlfriends -- never ever their wives. Sometimes they would come with prostitutes. Those parties were fun at first but they were always the same and all the time everybody drank too much. He liked for me to kiss other girls and let them feel me and sometimes he let the men kiss me and feel my breasts but never my cunt because that was his. And only he could fuck me. He liked to do it with people watching. Then we would go back to the apartment late the next morning and he would tie my hands together and we would go to sleep with his dick in me from behind. I couldn't get up in the middle of the night without waking him." Deidre laughed at that detail. Marjorie saw that Janine was stunned by it and didn't understand.

"It took me a long time to figure it out. He was in love with me but he lived in a state of fear. There was always a guard at the door and the guard always searched me before he came in the room. The guards sometimes put their fingers up my holes -- they would say they were looking for hidden weapons but they were laughing when they did it. I didn't mind because many men had fingered my pussy -- what was one more - and I knew it was probably necessary. 

"Many people would try to kill the General if they had a chance. He knew many bad things and he had files on them. He could be assassinated, even by his own men - even by me. I think he tied me up so I could not surprise him and kill him somehow. But it was just to be sure, not because he thought I would do it. I think that he loved me and tying me up was his way of making sure I could not do anything to spoil it, to keep me his special friend forever. His way of feeling safe with me so there would be no doubt and no regret. Janine sat there spellbound by the story.

"I think if he lived a normal life he would have taken me as his wife or at least his regular mistress. Once he said that he would make me pregnant someday when I did not expect it. I did not understand because I took pills and I got them from the chemist in my neighborhood. He said our child would be very smart from him and beautiful from me or it could turn out wrong and the child could be paranoid like him and irresponsible like me." Marjorie laughed at the thought.

"One day the General was very serious. He had been drinking. He told me that I was in danger because of my husband. Something he had said or done about the government. Something big, involving a lot of people. I never knew what. The General gave me advice. "They" were watching my husband and if they came to get him they would come get me too because I was married to him. I didn't know who "they" was or why the General could not stop them -- maybe "they" worked for the General. He told me I might have to go far away and he gave me a package to keep safe until I needed it. I told him that I had relatives in Chicago who could take me in. He said he knew that and so did the enemies of my husband, so I would not go to Chicago. But he had a friend who maybe owed him a favor in a place I could easily understand the language and get work. He would protect me and I would have fun and maybe make some money. When it was all over, then I could go where I want because at the end of it I would be single again. I didn't understand at the time. He looked very sad when he said this. That day for the first time he could not get an erection but I helped him to be satisfied with my mouth anyway, and he felt better. He was ok the next time and the time after that. 

"One day I got off the tram and was walking toward our little flat and I looked up at the balcony, as I was told always to do from that day. The flower pot was on the right. It was always on the left before. That was the sign." 

Marjorie had been very calm up until now but Janine could see that reliving the day made her upset. 

"I walked past the building and kept going to my sister's beauty shop. I went into the alley behind it and the back entrance was open, as usual. I sneaked in quietly and went to the toilet in back. I could hear my sister and her customers talking but they did not hear me. My sister knew I had a lover but did not know it was the General and she thought my lover was going to take me on a vacation to the Black Sea but I had to hide my bag from my husband. She believed this. She let me leave a suitcase with her and it was hidden behind some boxes stored in the toilet of her shop. I put the suitcase on the toilet and took out the package the General had gave me and opened it. There was a scarf with a pattern in brown and yellow, some money in Deutsche marks and our money, a passport, an air ticket, and some papers. I put the passport, ticket, and papers in the pocket of my coat. I combed my hair back and put the scarf over it. The General told me to be sure to wear the scarf, that someone would look for the design on it. I always wore dark glasses to go to the General and I put them back on then. Then I closed the suitcase and sneaked out the back carrying it. I knew my sister would be happy I am gone. 

"I knew that day that I would not see my husband again, but I didn't care." 

Janine suddenly realized that she had been holding her breath for a long time, in suspense. This was better than a spy movie. 

"I walked quickly to the square and hailed a taxi and went to the airport and paid the fare with some of the money. I don't think anybody saw me but you don't know. I had put some paper and a pen and a stamp in my suitcase for writing goodbye. I wrote a message in the taxi to my parents that I am ok -- nothing else -- so they would not worry. I told the taxi driver to stop so I could put it in a mailbox. I did not want to mail it at the airport. It will take two days to get there, I thought, and even when the censors read it at the post office tonight I will be gone for a long time. 

At the airport I went to emigration and security checkpoint for the citizen leaving the country. Second window from left, what the General told me. The man there, he saw my scarf and seemed to know it. He got very nervous as I came up. I gave him the passport and my identification card and all the papers and he looked around and reached under his desk. He handed me back another passport cover, empty with another passport inside, from a different country, and new papers. The name was not my name. He said 'you are finished' and it was clear he wanted me to go away fast. 

"The General told me to stay away from the VIP room, so I went to the woman's toilet and stayed for a long time. You might say I hided -- no, hid.

"I went to the door -- no, it is 'gate' in English -- at the right time and got onto the plane right away. It was not crowded. My seat was in the very back. I kept my dark glasses and my scarf on and did not look at anyone in the face. I did not see anybody on the plane I knew. 

"When we got to Vienna, I felt so good. It was an adventure to travel outside. The airport was like a big market with many shops. Still it was possible that passengers from my country could be there, so I kept to corners facing walls. I went to another plane gate and when the airplane took off I felt truly free! I took off my scarf and glasses. Then I got out again in Amsterdam, where I did not hide. It was a long flight, I thought, but I did not mind because I was now free! I had another airplane to get into but time and money to eat something. The next one took a very long time more and I was very tired. I sleeped -- slept -- for many hours even though there was cinema -- on the plane! Then another flight from Mexico City all the way back to here. I went west to go east. I got here in two, almost three days. But whatever was happening back in my country, I was more happy to be in an airplane far away than to be there. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 04



"When I got here there was a man waiting for me at the airport. He knew what I looked like and spoke to me in Spanish. I understood him well enough to know I must go with him. He brought me to Deidre, who took me in like a real sister! That first night I slept in a softer bed and ate better food than in my life. The next day, after some rest, I go -- went -- to see a man who seems already to know a lot about me. I don't know anything about him. That was two years ago. He sends a car to fetch me every week and I stay with him two days and then I come back here. It is the 'deal'. So that is how I have lived for two years now and I like it fine!" 

"Who is this guy?" asked Janine naively. 

Deidre answered for Marjorie, saying dryly, "Well, I have a feeling he might run the secret police here." 

The three women were silent after that remarkable story. Janine did not know what to say. Deidre had heard it many times and it always aroused her -- her fabulous nipples had been erect on her voluptuous chest for half an hour.

Deidre broke the silence. "Tell Janine more about how you spend your weekends with him, Marjorie." 

Marjorie was whispering now. "It is much the same -- how do you call it -- set up as with the General. I spend Saturday and Sunday with this man at a villa on the beach and the rest of the week here. This man does not tie me up. He likes me to stay outdoors and swim in the pool without clothes all day. We don't go out at night. He has many parties, too, but the guests always come there. He likes to fuck me in front of them and sometimes he gives me to them to fuck. I'd rather pick the men myself I am going fuck but I am not going to complain. This is not so bad and I am always happier when I have a penis inside me than when I am empty so I don't mind." Marjorie giggled. "With the General it was one man for those years. Now I get variety again. This man never gives me trouble as long as I give him my body any time he wants while I am with him. He comes a lot -- more than the General, but of course he is younger." 

Deidre giggled at some private joke between them. "How does Raúl taste?" Obviously, Raúl was this man's name, Janine thought.

Marjorie laughed out loud. "You know how he tastes! Like Carlos! His semen is sweet and good and really thick, like Carlos." Deidre glanced at Janine to see if she would react. Carlos had used a condom with Janine that afternoon and she never thought of a taste test.

Deidre's eyes sparkled mischievously. "So Marjorie, tell Janine more about how Raúl makes love to you." 

Marjorie did not miss a beat. "He fucks me the same way he fucked you before I came to Iznoma Hedonia! He loves tits. He would love your tits!" she said, looking at Janine, whose oversize pink areolas looked like two lollipops hovering over the table. "He likes to put me on my knees or bend me over a bar and fuck me from behind. He likes to see my tits hang down and move around and swing. If there is a mirror he likes to see my tits swing when he fucks me. He likes to see my tits shake when other men do me and sometimes he plays with my tits and squeezes them while men come inside me. Also, he likes to come inside me and then watch it drip out. Sometimes he likes to see me kiss girls, like the General." She looked over at Deidre and giggled. "That is not hard for me!"

Deidre rejoined "Raúl likes to see your tits flop around because mine don't! So tell us...." This had obviously been a matter of a lot of discussion between them. "Is Raúl paying back the General a favor by protecting you or did the General owe Raúl a favor and pay him back with pussy? And how did they come to know each other?" 

"All these secret police guys know each other because they trade information and prisoners." Marjorie was maybe revealing that maybe she knew more than she had let on before. "There is no question in my mind," she said with a smile, "It was an even trade between them and a favor to me. The General did not like to owe anybody anything. He gave me up to Raúl for my own good and the rest was up to me. For Raúl to protect me, I pay him back with my body. Protecting me is easy for him here in his own country which he controls. My body is worth a lot and he gets it two days a week. So he gets a good deal. This is not like the General, who was a different type of man with big needs and nowhere to go but me. He was depending on me because only I could satisfy him safely. This with Raúl is just sex. He is not -- how do you say it in English -- hung up on me. If I go away someday, I just need to find someone else he likes, to replace me." 

Janine asked the obvious question. "So you are not being kept here against your will?"

Marjorie laughed and Deidre smiled. "Do I look like a prisoner? I have been here two years and Deidre has sheltered me and gave me a job. I put money in the bank for later, I keep a little spending money but I don't spend much because I eat free and I don't need clothes here. For every man I would not choose for myself if I was not working I fuck ten beautiful men I would choose anytime. I get to have time with girls when I am not busy making sure that every man here gets at least one good fuck every day. Life is not so hard. Still, it will come to an end someday." Marjorie sighed and looked over at Deidre. Obviously they had talked about this a lot. "I have been talking to my family in Chicago. They do not know anything about my life in the old country except that I ran away from the government, so they think I am a hero -- heroin? -- heroine! They want me to come live there and my cousin knows a commissar -- no, that is not the word -- alderman! in Chicago. Maybe I meet him and sleep with him!" 

Janine wanted to know the ending to the story. "So what happened back in your country?"

Marjorie shrugged. "Who knows? They don't tell you what happened in the newspaper! You don't call up on the telephone and ask for news -- especially not from anyone who really knows. Nobody ever -- ever -- talked about the General then so why would they say anything now? I know what I need to know. My parents are fine and my sister got married. My husband disappeared but our relationship was long over so it is no business of mine." She said nothing more. Janine shivered.

Janine felt movement and noticed that Deidre was leaning slightly. She became aware that Deidre was fondling Marjorie under the table. Janine was sure the two women were going to share a bed that night and what little talk there might be would be about Raúl, not what happened to Marjorie's husband. 



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 05



The table was cleared and the waiter brought desert. Each woman got two round scoops of low-fat ice cream with a half cherry on top. Janine noticed that at her table Marjorie, who was pale, got vanilla and Deidre, who was a tanned to a bronze color, got caramel. She noticed with a shock that she got two scoops of bubblegum-colored ice cream topped with a circle of strawberry syrup, a darker pink, just like the very wide areolas that covered her own tits around the nipples. Someone had told the kitchen about her most unusual physical attribute! 

"This is just a sample we arranged to surprise you. Breast Day is actually Moday," Deidre explained. "Guests get chocolate, coffee, orange, lemon, or pistachio, depending on their skin color. Tuesday will be Cock Day and we'll have kielbasa and banana splits on the menu." She explained that Sex Organ Days gave the resort a theme for every day of the week. It was great for merchandise and restaurant marketing. 

Janine thought to herself that that explained why there were so many varieties of melons on the lunch menu that afternoon. "What about Wednesday?" she asked. 

"Pussy Day," said Marjorie, with a laugh. "Seafood. Don't miss the clams and oysters. Pussy Day is really the highlight of the week, at least for the straight, bi and lesbian guests. The gay guests like Tuesday and Friday."

"Thursday is Balls Day -- I'll let you find out for yourself what we do! But I'll give you a hint -- everything is made with nuts and the pasta comes with meatballs." Deidre continued. "Friday is Ass Day, lots of peaches, rump roast, that kind of thing. Most of our guests come in on a Sunday, like today, for a two-week vacation and leave on a Saturday, and they lose days from the first and last weekend, however long they stay. So those two days don't get as much play and we do less popular organs for the guests who stay over. Saturday is Foot Day, for the fetishists, and Sunday is Pelvic Day. The kitchen mainly does eggs. We used to call it Uterus, Ovaries, and Tubes Day but the dinner menu got a little too complicated and we couldn't work in the Prostate very easily."

Janinine didn't quite know what to say. "I've always heard people say that the most important organ of the body for eroticism is the Brain. Why don't you have a Brain Day?"

Deidre and Marjorie looked at each other blankly. Finally Deidre spoke. "That would be silly." 

Eider and Marjorie clearly wanted to get away by themselves after dinner and Janine knew exactly why. She found herself attracted to both women herself, so it was small wonder they would attract each other and the sexual heat between them was obvious. Before the two left, they ran down the list of the many ways that Janine could amuse herself during the evening at Iznoma Hedonia. 

"There's a show in the ballroom (we like that name) most weekday nights. It doesn't have to be about sex but somehow it usually is. On Tuesdays it's a musical with dancing and singing, mostly by the staff or visiting performers -- we do "Oh! Calcutta!" a lot. We do a guest talent show every week on Thursday. Sometimes we have big-name guest performers who pay for their stay with a show or two. On Saturday and Sunday we show big-screen porn films, especially the ones I'm in -- keeps the brand image going!" She sipped from her glass of water and licked her lips, perhaps anticipating the night with Marjorie. "Then there are lectures. We do intellectual stuff here, too. We had a great one last week on newly discovered techniques for masturbation. The owner of the world's largest dildo collection gave a slide talk on the subject. One of our most popular lectures ever was the year we started: it was on sexual themes and promiscuity in Greek mythology. Oh, and every other Wednesday we usually have a costume party."  

Janine was puzzled. "What kind of costume? And why not every Wednesday?"

Deidre explained. "Most of our guests stay for two weeks, so they participate in at least one costume party. A costume party requires planning and a little work. Guests have fun with the costume part and it's a highlight of their trip but they mostly come to Iznoma Hedonia to be spontaneous, so we don't want to overdo it. Anyway, the shops downstairs sell sexy Halloween-like costumes -- pirates are really popular, here in the Caribbean! You'd be amazed at how many of the fur-trimmed, red-lined capes people have bought here. You have to wonder when they ever get a chance to wear them at home. Some of our regulars bring fancy costumes with them, especially the strippers. Some of the feature dancers even get new stage costumes made for them while they're here -- some of our staff do seamstress work on the side and they're very good. But most of our guests get body painting!" Deidre smiled at that. "We have very artistic people on our staff and once every two weeks they paint beautiful designs on the skin of our guests in time for the party and everyone has a good time. Sometimes returning guests ask for the same designs." Janine was impressed at the refinement of the visual arts at Iznoma Hedonia. 

Deidre continued. "Then after the shows and parties there's always dancing. There is a dance club here in the hotel, dancing at the Beach Bar and an open air dance floor on the patio on weekdays. All have bars, good music, and lots of little nooks and hideaways if you hook up and want privacy. If you go out on the beach during the dancing hours you'll see we leave out the life jackets out to use as cushions. People like to use the beached sailboats so we leave them out at night with the detachable masts put away. Then, at dawn, there's breakfast and you can start all over again."

Janine, trying to understand the business model, said that there was a lot of structured activity guests could do at night and that the disco would always fill in the gaps. Deidre made a face. "No disco! This is 1985, not 1978, and our guests hate disco music now! I didn't much like it back when it was popular." 

Marjorie was getting restless. "Deidre, dear, don't you think it is time that we let Janine go off on her own?" Her hanging tits were practically rolling on the table as she moved. 

Deidre looked at Janine and a smile formed on her perfectly sculpted, pouty naturally succulent red lips. "Well, maybe Janine would like to join us tonight!" Marjorie looked surprised at first, and then grinned. 

Janine was tempted -- she had not had much experience with girl threesomes -- but the idea of having her pussy licked by the subject of her magazine feature just seemed to be crossing a thin line in journalistic integrity. Besides,if Janine was going to let anything into her cunt that night, she wanted dick, the real thing, not the strap-on she thought might be in their plans, the way they were acting. 

After saying good night, the two stunning women strolled out of the restaurant, hand in hand, with the gazes of the other diners following them hungrily, to pursue their night pleasures. Janine was on her own now. Janine thought about what she would do next. She felt all charged up just being at Iznoma Hedonia. 

It being a Sunday, with new guests arriving and settling in, there was not as much entertainment scheduled as on a weekday. Janine went to the movie and TV room, on the second floor, which was set up like a living room with a very large entertainment center, to watch Deidre get fucked on screen. She had seen Deidre's famous -- infamous, really -- book and now she wanted to see how the older woman looked getting it herself. The older porn flicks had been shot on film and converted to video and she noticed that they looked muddy but had brilliant colors. The newer flicks were on video and looked crisp but a little flat. She decided that she liked film better but she had to admit that she was very impressed with all that Betamax could do, technically. Still, film gave a more rounded image. Deidre's beautiful bronzed skin, her lovely blonde hair, and her pinkest parts glowed on screen in film. Janine felt drab by comparison. Deidre's unnaturally narrow waist was dramatic in video but stunning on film. 

For the next hour she watched as Deidre sucked cock, licked cunt, spread wide, got herself reamed, and, in every possible manner and orifice, got screwed. And remained in control every second! Janine could not understand how she did it but onscreen, as in real life, she was in command and the man was working to please her. When she sucked dick, it was because she wanted come in her mouth, not to give pleasure to a lover. She didn't give up her ass to anyone  she told the man to fill up her rectum, and to do it now! When 14 men showed up to gang-bang her, she told them to come on down and picked the man she wanted next, who had better be ready! She did so many things on screen that Janine never did, or only did reluctantly, or couldn't think of herself doing. So assertive! She was an inspiration to women everywhere! So much so that soon Janine started feeling like she wanted to move around and touch flesh herself and not just watch it being done. 

Janine left the movie room and wandered in the corridor, checking out all the options. There was the workout room, with gym equipment and mats, where an attractive older woman who looked in top shape was lying back on a bench, nude, lifting weights. Janine saw why -- the woman's pecs stood out and lifted up her full, voluptuous breasts. She had well-toned arms and her thighs were strong and shapely. Janine guessed, from everything that Deidre had told her, that the woman was a mature stripper, at the peak of her career, and was putting in the extra time on body conditioning to compete with the younger girls. Deidre gave people in the business a big discount and they in turn attracted high-paying male guests, like honey attracts flies. Janine felt just fine after her workout with Carlos that afternoon and didn't want to exercise so she moved on, but not before she watched the woman from the door for a few minutes and admired her buff body and tight ass. 

Further on, there was an AA meeting and beyond that the B&D/S&M demonstration room. The resort had three fully-equipped dungeons, the biggest one in the basement. A private one was for rent in the penthouse and had a spectacular ocean view to enhance the whipping experience. This one was set up with a row of comfortable seats and a stage on which to display the sub in all his or her humiliation to whoever walked in and wanted a cheap thrill or vicarious pleasure. A sign said that guests were welcome to touch whoever was being tormented but only if the dom gave his or her permission. A skinny girl with red hair and a sneer was onstage brandishing a whip onstage while a man with a collar and leash groveled at her feet. The girl was dressed in a red leather outfit consisting mostly of straps and buckles: they criss-crossed between her small breasts, a belt with metal rings wrapped around her narrow waist, and straps attached to it ran between her legs, on either side of her fleshy mons and shaved pussy, squeezing and pushing out her oversized, pouty outer lips. They must have been joined together behind her cunt because a single strap ran up the crack of her butt and buckled onto her belt in back. Janine decided that wasn't her scene, although later she found herself thinking about the girl and what it would be like to be dressed that way. She also thought, almost against her will, about what it would be like to feel the girl's cunt, whether her pubic hair was naturally red when it grew out, and whether the straps made her cunt tighter when a man penetrated her or a woman fingered her. Where did these thoughts come from? Janine was surprising herself with her reactions to almost everything!

Another room held a huge library of porn, with lots of diversity and every fetish practiced that was not illegal, dangerous, or abusive. Guests could read, view, or listen to hundreds, maybe even thousands, of books, tapes, and videos of their favorite perversions and kinks. The current issues of all the major dirty magazines were displayed like in a library. One guest was watching pornographic cartoons from the early days of animation on a videocassette player. Another was watching a young woman being penetrated with an eggplant on a long-play laser disc, with the player hooked up to a television set, using headphones so as not to disturb the other guests. Janine thought this would be a great place to do background research for her story but reading and watching was not what she wanted right then. She was feeling restless. 

Then she spotted the massage parlor. A nice, sensual massage sounded great! But as she got closer to the door, she saw a sign, decorated with pink flowers, attached to the door: "Massage in progress downstairs! Come back in half an hour or come downstairs and watch!" The other side said "Come on in!" Since there was no time given on the sign, half an hour could be anytime. Janine turned to go, thinking that she might call for a reservation for a massage the next day, when a slender, tanned woman with long brown hair walked up carrying a key and a basket with bottles in it. The woman was wearing a loincloth but in the colors of the staff uniform, not the resort-supplied black cord belt and transparent muslin, and she was topless, like Janine. Her brown breasts were set with dark nipples and small brown areolas. Janine noticed that the woman's hands were very small, which surprised her. She thought that a professional masseuse would have strong, wide hands. 

"Hi there!" the woman chirped. "You want a massage? I just finished one downstairs!" 

Janine liked the idea of having her body felt up and kneaded by this sexy girl. "So you have a massage parlor downstairs too?"

"Kinda," the masseuse said. "We have a table set up under a tree for guests who like it outdoors. There's a screen, too, if you want privacy but most of the guests don't want it. They like to let other people watch."

Janine had never thought of a massage as an opportunity for exhibitionism, but why not. But she wasn't ready for that yet, she thought. "I'll just have a sensual massage up here, then." 

"That's great too," the woman said, opening the door to reveal an outer reception area, dimly lit with a tropical fish tank and plaster ancient Greek-style statues of a nude woman and a nude man. Beyond it was a small room with a massage table and a pushcart with some bottles on it. "Come on in, take off your loincloth, and get comfy. By the way, I just love your tits!" The woman was referring to Janine's C-cup boobs and the wide, dark pink areolas that surrounded her gumdrop nipples, such an erotic contrast against her pale white skin. 

Janine thought for a minute and then changed her mind. The room was nice enough but who wouldn't want a sensuous massage on the beach with a warm tropical breeze from off of the ocean, come to think of it? "On second thought, I wouldn't mind getting it downstairs."

The masseuse beamed. "You won't regret it!" she chirped. She led Janine back out, turned the sign on the door around again, and they rode the elevator back down to the ground floor. The masseuse took Janine to a massage table set up under an umbrella near the pathway, between the lawn and the line of shops, most of them closed for the evening. Several guests were sitting at tables, having after-dinner drinks. The area was well lit by the hotel floodlights. Janine was surprised that it was in such an exposed area -- she thought it would be more private. 

"Here we are!" the masseuse said brightly. "Time to take it all off! I'll help you get up on the table!" 

It was funny but although Janine was getting used to walking around half-naked in her loincloth especially since many guests were completely nude, but she felt ill at ease taking clothes off in public. Still, this was Iznoma Hedonia and anything goes, right? she thought, so off came the loincloth. 

Once naked, Janine lay face down on the massage table, which the masseuse had draped with a sheet, and put her face into the padded hole. She wondered for a minute if being nude in public made her ass look bigger. The masseuse turned up the volume on a nearby speaker that was playing soft, romantic Island music for background, and soon Janine felt warm oil being drizzled on her back. 

The massage was superb. The masseuse started with Janine's shoulders and neck and worked down between her shoulder blades, sides, and the small of her back. Janine felt every muscle in her body was going slack. Her small but strong hands seemed to reach into every corner of Janine's upper body and worked out the kinks and the sore spots, even the little soreness in her neck from that afternoon, when Carlos had kept her just a little too long fucking in position. 

Then the masseuse's talented hands moved to Janine's little apple-shaped butt. Her glutes were tenser than she had realized but the masseuse turned them into putty, kneading them over and over again and even spreading Janine's crack to pull on the tense muscles. Janine wondered if anyone was watching -- they were in public, after all, and with the masseuse doing that anyone who wanted could walk up and look at her asshole. But as Janine stiffened in apprehension at this thought, the masseuse quickly relaxed her again. The action then moved to Janine's thighs, milky white and very tender and responsive to the touch, and shapely calves. Janine particularly loved the foot and toe massages and quivered when the masseuse brushed the fingers of her little hands across the back of her knees. Soon it was time to turn over!

As Janine turned onto her back, she noticed that three or four other guests had gathered and were sitting at a nearby table, watching her get her massage. To Janine's surprise, the masseuse laid a piece of black silk over her eyes, and tied it loosely behind Janine's head. Her attention was now focused on touch and she was reveling in the masseuse's soft, butterfly-like hands. Then the frontal massage began.

Janine knew that any massage at Iznoma Hedonia was bound to be erotic, so she was not surprised at what happened next. Janine had never in her life felt the sensations this masseuse was giving her! From the gentle massage of her jaw line and collarbone, and the muscles of her arms and shoulders, to the firm grasp of Janine's pecs to the insistent strokes on the sides of her breasts, the other hand resting casually on her lower belly. She found herself panting as the masseuse fondled her tits and then stroked her belly, just short of tickling, until she dropped past Janine's pussy to her legs, which got the same wonderfully relaxing treatment. The masseuse's little hands came very close to Janine's pussy many times as she worked the muscles in the front of her thighs. 

Janine welcomed what she was sure was coming next. 

The talented masseuse came back up to Janine's belly, skipping the pubes, with her one hand gently resting about where Janine imagined her own ovaries would be, while the other little hand boldly lifted Janine's tits from the side, then traced the wide margin of the big pink areolas, and pulled on the nipples. Soon both of the masseuse's hands were fondling Janine's lovely breasts, bringing them together and letting them fall to the sides again over and over until the time came to work the nipple and teat. No man had ever given Janine's boobs more attention than this masseuse. 

The brown-haired girl finished stroking Janine's breasts by caressing the sides and letting her hands travel along her sides, lingering again and provocatively on Janine's belly, one palm centered above where Janine's uterus might be while the other traced the outlines of her puffy outer pussy lips and mons. Janine gave out a little moan. Janine felt movement in the table and although she did not understand how it worked she felt her legs being brought up to rest on some sort of foot and leg rest so that they were splayed but supported. Janine felt herself tense, in reaction to spreading her legs so wide and displaying her pussy. She couldn't help but remember that she was in a public place and there were people watching. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 05



The masseuse rubbed the inside of Janine's thighs and the crease between her pelvis and her leg until she felt completely relaxed again and stopped caring that she had an audience. The brown-haired girl applied more oil to Janine's pubes and soon was running a finger between the outer lips and lightly over Janine's clit hood. The masseuse grasped Janine's labia between thumb and forefinger, tugging on them, letting them slip through the oily grip, and then separating them like petals of a flower, first with one hand and then with both. It was heavenly and Janine thought to herself that never in her life had she masturbated as well as she was being rubbed by this girl.

The masseuse applied more oil, this time directly to Janine's cunt, and seemed to be running her finger over Janine's clit hood at an angle intended to give the little pearl just enough stimulation without too much the tension too soon. One little hand was caressing Janine's pussy while the other was gently pushing down on her lower belly, as if the masseuse wanted Janine to feel full, to feel an erotic pressure building in her pelvis. But then the masseuse surprised Janine by dropping to her entrance and inserting first one, then two fingers as deeply as they could go inside Janine, who gasped at the intrusion and tilted her pelvis up in surprise. The masseuse calmed her down again, though, by gentle stroking and curling her fingers inside Janine's vagina so they raked across her G-spot, giving thrilling sensations. Janine let down her guard of modesty again and allowed the masseuse to pleasure her, first with the fingers of one hand and then with the fingers of both until she had four fingers up Janine's tight channel and the masseuse was gently, very slowly, pulling them apart so that her cunt was opened up. Janine had never experienced anything like this before!

The masseuse gently stretched Janine and then let her cunt rest for a moment, several times, concentrating on her clit during the rest periods, until finally she brought Janine up to the threshold of orgasm. The she kept her there, just short of climax for what seemed like a very long time. 

Just when Janine felt that she couldn't take it anymore and was just about to cry out to be allowed to come, the masseuse applied even more oil and stuck four fingers in Janine's entrance. Janine felt pressure, a probing, then a pushing sensation and suddenly Janine gasped! Something much bigger than a finger was sliding up her passage! With firm, steady pressure the masseuse was pushing her whole little hand, up to the wrist, into Janine's unexpectedly flexible and surprised but welcoming vagina. Janine was shocked. Her breath came in gasps. She didn't know whether to feel violated or grateful! She did know that she had been hovering on the brink of climax for what seemed like hours and in her aroused but confused state having a woman's hand up her did not seem like something to complain about, at least not right then. 

Janine had never been fisted before but at least with this woman's small hands it was a completely pleasurable experience so far. The masseuse had made a fist inside her cunt and was slowly moving her arm, pushing in and pulling out. At first it made Janine feel a little sick to her stomach but very soon she got used to the feeling of her insides being pistoned. She relaxed and began to enjoy the weird sensation. The masseuse's other hand was now laying palm down on top of Janine's pelvis bone, right at the top of her pubic hair, and she was rocking it back and forth. As her fist pushed up inside Janine's cunt, she pressed her fingers into Janine's belly, so that could feel her other hand move inside Janine. As her fist pulled out, she moved the thumb of her other hand to jiggle Janine's clit. And on every stroke, in or out, the masseuse's thumb was rubbing hard against Janine's G-spot. And with every stroke Janine was losing control, surrendering it to this brown-haired young woman who was touching, stroking, and manipulating every sexual organ in her body, including Janine's brain. 

The tension inside Janine's pelvis could not build any higher. She reached a strange place of desire and urgency and stayed there for what seemed like an eternity before tipping over the edge in a convulsive, ragged, shattering climax that caused ripples of contractions around the masseuse's hand and arm. She felt turned inside out, caressed from the inside, seized inside herself, possessed, consumed, and sexually electrocuted. In response, Janine bucked, tried to sit up, fell back down, pushed her feet against the supports, pulled her legs up even further, rocked her pelvis, gasped for breath, and curled her toes. Janine felt that she had totally surrendered control over her body to the brown-haired woman with little hands who at that very moment was touching her deepest sex organs from the inside. 

Then Janine did something that she had never done before and would rarely do afterwards. She squirted. 

Where it came form she did not know and in the midst of her powerful orgasm she couldn't tell but during her long slide of pleasure she felt a gush, the masseuse's arm seemed slippery against her thighs, and the taint her pussy suddenly felt warm and wet, and she could feel fluid dripping toward her anus. 

In her ears she heard distant sounds of hands clapping but they did not register as anything to do with her. She was floating on a cloud of sexual relief and she stayed there for a long time. 

It took Janine several minutes to get over that deepest, most prolonged, wettest orgasm. The masseuse let her down slowly, continuing to fist her slowly, her hand and wrist lubricated by Janine's own fluids after her female ejaculation, and when she withdrew she did it slowly and with the palm of her other hand putting pressure on Janine's clit, which was much too sensitive now for direct stimulation. When the masseuse was outside, Janine's vagina gaped for several minutes. She could feel it open and -- was it just her imagination? -- felt the tropical breeze blowing gently onto her pussy, cooling the warm fluids she had expressed, and into the open cavity of her gaping cunt. 

She felt the masseuse clean her off with a damp towel and then rubbed the oil off with a dry a towel. Her legs were brought back down and the masseuse brought her feet together. Then Janine's blindfold was lifted. She was shocked to see about thirty people crowded around the massage table, most of them at the foot, where they had been watching her unasked-for penetration, her fisting, every twitch of her spectacular orgasm, her delicious squirt, and the spectacle of her gaping and now slowly closing vagina, which must have given them all a view deep up inside her body. Her face reddened and for a moment she wanted to put the blindfold back on.

"That's it hon -- you're done!" the masseuse chirped brightly. She helped Janine off the table and steadied her as Janine's legs wobbled for a minute. She handed Janine her loincloth but Janine shook her head. She didn't want anything more rubbing on her sensitive pussy just then. Her mind was still foggy, dwelling on those spectacular sensations she had felt during her climax. She thought she would just go upstairs in the nude -- lots of guests were walking around naked -- and take a shower, just to get the oil off.

As she passed through the crowd, the other guests complimented her on how beautiful her orgasm was to watch, how much they appreciated watching her lose control, and what a nice cunt she had, inside and out. She was happy they had a good time. She certainly had had a good time! 

Later that night she woke up from a sound sleep and sat bolt upright in bed. The events of the day came back to her in a rush. She had been manipulated, fucked, masturbated and then fisted in public, with dozens of people watching as she lost control over her own body! And it all felt perfectly normal.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 06



The next day started early for Janine, since she really had not been out very late the previous night. Her massage, external and internal, and the resulting colossal orgasm had drained her energy the night before and she conked out early. The first full day of her visit to Iznoma Hedonia started with the pleasant feeling of a tension-relieved pelvis and a well-stretched pussy, from the exertions of the previous evening and the obscene liberties the pretty masseuse had taken with Janine's body -- not that Janine had resisted. 

Now, Janine was fully rested and her pussy was completely tight again after the stretching it had taken the night before, by the ministrations of the masseuse with the little hands. She felt better than she had the day before, if that was possible.

Today, Janine thought, she would take it easy and pace herself. Her project for the day was to reconstruct her feelings from yesterday and to take notes on her emerging subjective reactions to the resort as they occurred. She carried a steno pad and a pen with her all day and scribbled her impressions, knowing that soon they would be knit into a blockbuster magazine article for Against Moss, the leading "alternative" (what used to be called counterculture) and rock'n roll magazine of the new generation. She, Janine, was going to go where no other contemporary journalist had dared to go. Following the legendary Fisher Simpson, the gonzo journalist who invented a brand-new style of journalism in the pages of Against Moss, in the tradition of the Terrified and Disdainful books (Terrified and Disdainful in Indianapolis: A Savage Journey to the Heart of American Indifference, Terrified and Disdainful on the Talk Show Circuit: Strange Times call for Strange Clocks, Terrified and Disdainful in Los Angeles: An Evening at Lester's Boom-Boom Club) she was going to write "gonzo pornography". Nobody had ever done that before!

The entire day, she watched the guests around her and wrote down her reaction to what she saw around her as it happened and as she felt it. The skinny girl sitting nude in the lap of a tall man, rocking back and forth because his cock was way up inside her. (Arousing, eliciting three degrees of envy for her figure and one degree for her position.) The white-haired, trim man who dedicated most of the morning to licking and sucking on the pussy of a much younger black-haired woman. (Very appealing, eliciting five degrees of envy.) The twenty or thirty obviously close friends who spontaneously formed a daisy chain, licking and sucking each other on the south lawn. (Highly arousing, four degrees of envy.) The athletic-looking man in his thirties who was receiving a massage in the very place and on the very table Janine had lost it last night. Only this time a tiny masseuse with pixie-cut blonde hair was giving him a hand job in public. (Highly arousing, five degrees of envy before he ejaculated, two after.) The two women, with the enhanced figures of professional strippers, who rubbed suntan lotion into each others' breasts, ass, and pussy. (Just arousing, three degrees of envy.) The young man sitting in the lap of an older woman with huge breasts, letting himself be masturbated until he spurt in a fountain all over her boobs and face. (Mixed emotions, not particularly appealing from either point of view, no degrees of envy.) 

She sat for a while with Marjorie, the "pity fucker", whose job at the resort during the week was to make herself available to men who weren't getting any from the other guests, and who during the weekends entertained the insatiably randy Raúl, chief of the secret police on the Island, who had been her protector after she escaped from her Eastern European homeland, passed over to him by the General, who wanted his mistress safely out of the country. After all, that was 1982 and political ferment was in the air. It was now 1985 and she didn't know where either her husband or the General had ended up. In fact, she didn't care much. 

"What are you writing on?" Marjorie asked. She was wearing a loincloth below and another above, made into a very strange support for her chest up. It consisted of a muslin strip, the same as used for the loincloth, tied behind her back and running under and supporting her low-handing, pendulous tits, with the cord-belt over her neck tied to it on the sides. It looked like a basket of pale, ripe, succulent fruit presented like a gift to anyone in front of her, and rolling from side to side with every step she took. 

Janine briefly explained her bright idea -- that she would tell the story of sex in paradise from a subjective point of view, emphasizing her emotional reactions rather than the facts. She would write a masterpiece in the style of the new "gonzo" journalism. Marjorie thought that made perfect sense. Facts were boring. 

They started talking about a young woman lying on an air mattress on the lawn, about 50 feet away. She was a little thick in the middle and plain-featured but she was ordering the boys around like they were servants. Janine and Marjorie were overhearing comments like "Are you just going to stand there and watch? Get into my other hole!", "Don't quit on me now! I don't care if you can't get it up again. Get someone who can!", "Is that all you've got? Make more -- you've got two nuts, use 'em!" and "I don't care if you get shit on your dick, I want it in my ass!" 

Janine asked Marjorie what that was all about. 

"Don't you know? That girl is Gerhard Nuszsaecker's daughter?"

"THE Gerhard Nuszsaecker???" Janine exclaimed. He was the richest pornographer in the country until his untimely death in front of a bus a couple of years before. "She doesn't look a thing like him!" Of course Janine only knew what the man looked like from pictures but this modest-looking young woman did not resemble her famous father in the slightest. At the same time, staring at her, she could not help but notice that the girl's pussy was bright red and looked well used. She must have inherited his libido, if nothing else. "Are you sure that's his daughter?"

"Of course she is! She had to prove it to win her inheritance because the old man never believed she was his. He thought her mother, his third wife, had fooled around on him because her daughter doesn't look anything like him. He was trying to have a son when he got hit by the bus but he waited too long to change his will and she got the business. His fourth wife got plenty, though, because a lot of property and stuff was jointly held so she owned it outright when he died. Deidre was his mistress for years but I guess he figured she was taken care of already!" Marjorie was referring to Iznoma Hedonia, which everyone knew Deidre had bought with Nuszsaecker's money. It was nice that his daughter and his former mistress got along so well, Janine thought. Sweet. 

Marjorie noticed that Janine' skin was getting pink. "You don't use enough sunscreen!" Marjorie scolded. "Here, let me put more on you." Janine had noticed how Marjorie had been looking at her, always looking sideways to check out Janine's ripe C-cup breasts with the extravagant pink areolas that were her most attractive feature. She was not surprised that Marjorie was finding an excuse to touch her. 

Janine wondered how Marjorie kept her skin so fair but was happy to feel the sensuous touch of the pretty, bisexual, and promiscuous one-time refugee. It was a pleasant contrast to the epic massage last night, which had left Janine exhausted and feeling pulled inside out. She wondered if it felt the same for Deidre having Marjorie stroke her back and shoulders and ass cheeks, thoroughly rubbing in the lotion into the backs of her legs and slipping her strong hands under the loincloth in back to slather Janine's apple butt thoroughly under the nearly transparent muslin, which gave no protection from the sun. Janine turned over and let Marjorie apply the sunscreen all over her arms and boobs. Marjorie was obviously enjoying applying the suntan lotion as much as Janine was receiving it. When Marjorie started rubbing the lotion into Janine's belly, it was like a flashback to last night, when the masseuse had made Janine aware for the first time that stroking her belly could be highly erotic, not just ticklish. And when Marjorie slipped her hands into Janine's loincloth from the front, applying lotion to Janine's crotch and even rubbing it on her slippery pussy lips, it was clear to both of them that Janine's body was going to respond with the first orgasm of the day. Marjorie let the erotic tension build in Janine and as three or four other guests gathered to watch, pulled her loincloth to the side and brought her over the edge with practiced hands, deftly rubbing Janine's clit for her until she bucked her hips and climaxed with a loud groan. It was the second time in 24 hours that Janine had had an orgasm in public with people watching. 

"You juice a lot," observed Marjorie, patting Janine's crotch dry with the loincloth. Janine was coming down from her climax and didn't respond but after the experience last night with the masseuse she started to wonder if her body was learning to squirt! 

Janine wanted to pay back the favor but Marjorie was about to meet Deidre for a woman-on-woman afternoon delight in half an hour. It wasn't that Marjorie wanted to save her erotic energy for her patroness -- Marjorie was a dynamo of erotic energy -- but that she had to have her nails done first. So Janine was left to her own devices, sitting under a tree, watching the world go by and enjoying the afterglow of her come. 

That afternoon, Janine started writing long draft passages of the story while the events and feelings were still fresh in her mind. 

She was thinking deeply about her story for Against Moss. She had already decided that his would be a classic piece of "gonzo" journalism -- after all, it was 1985 and the style was all the rage! -- and not a straight dispatch from the front of sexual license. She would write about how she felt about being promiscuous and libertine, not the facts on the history of Iznoma Hedonia and what went on there. 

But something was missing. There was a hole in the material. Was it because gonzo journalism was the wrong stylistic choice or didn't she do it right? Basically, Janine thought the idea of a first-person highly-subjective off-center narrative piece was the right choice but she wasn't sure how to pull it off. As a professional writer she knew that her draft story about how she was responding to what others were doing just didn't seem to do it. Her plan to write about her feelings in response to everyone around her fucking did not feel like it was working. She decided to put the story aside for the night and to use the time to get inspiration. 

By nightfall, Janine also was feeling restless. She had spent the late afternoon and most of the evening writing out the draft of her story and it had made her horny again. She had come just once that day, in the hands of Marjorie, and that was just not enough for someone on a mission to experience the sexual paradise that was Iznoma Hedonia. It was leaving her unsatisfied. 

She broke for dinner at the resort hotel coffee shop, where she saw a woman with an improvised bra made out of beer can tabs. Janine could not see how that could be comfortable but there was no denying that it was an attention getter.

It was Tuesday and that meant performance night. A stage show would be put on the ballroom and so after a rum drink alone at the bar, she wandered over to the ballroom before the show to get a good seat. 

It suddenly dawned on Janine that aside from Marjorie and the bartenders, she had only talked to other guests a couple of times. Maybe that is what was missing from the story! Janine was writing about her reaction to what she saw, not to the deeper story or from guests' experience. She had to think about that more. This story would propel her to the apex of journalism if she got it right -- the world's first gonzo porn magazine article! It was her third day at Iznoma Hedonia and she had lost time getting guests' stories, if she planned to write a conventional story as backup. No she decided, the gonzo, first-person experience plan was the way to go. She had to base it on her own experience, which she took to mean reacting to what others were feeling.... Wait a minute. I'm thinking way too hard about this, she thought. Time to relax! 

The hotel ballroom was a big space with cut glass chandeliers and an elevated stage at one end. It was much bigger than the resort needed, because Iznoma Hedonia did not often put on banquets or big meetings and there were no ballroom dances at Iznoma Hedonia. There were plenty of small, intimate dance floors, the kind guests liked better anyway. 

Janine remembered that Deidre said that in Phase 2 of the expansion plan she would convert the ballroom into a theater. It wouldn't be an auditorium, with rows of chairs all facing the same direction -- guests wouldn't like that. It would be terraced and have couches, daybeds, upholstered benches, and oversize chairs that two could squeeze into, with built in baskets with holders for guest's drinks. That way when guests got carried away and started making out or fucking they would have a place to get horizontal and wouldn't knock over tables. Obviously, a renovation like this would be expensive so Deidre was putting it off until she finished redoing the fourth floor. 

But for now the ballroom was set up with circular tables and chairs around them on the side facing the stage. There were little printed programs and long pink feather boas on each table. Guests were filing in and taking seats and some of the women had already put on the boa. One had wrapped it around her breasts in a figure 8 and tied the ends behind her neck. Her boobs looked like they were encrusted with cotton candy. 

One man over to her left was out of uniform -- instead of wearing the traditional Iznoma Hedonia loincloth, which gave tantalizing but side views of a man's genitals under the think fabric, he was wearing a very tight red thong, showing off huge testicles, with his very large penis sticking straight up. Obviously advertising the goods, Janine thought. The head of his cock came out above the waistband. Janine noticed with a flash of interest that there was a little drop of precum coming out of the eye as he sat down with his gorgeous companion, a willowy redhead who wore the resort's trademark cord belt but without the loincloth. It had been replaced by a second black cord belt, tied front and back, that ran between her legs and was pulled tight into her butt crack and her pussy. When she squatted awkwardly to sit down Janine realized that it was holding in a very big butt plug -- so big the woman could not sit down normally. She had to hold the chair and carefully lower herself down with her pelvis kept straight. I know who's going to get ass-fucked tonight, Janine thought to herself. 

The show was actually very good. It was based on American burlesque theater from around 1930 and featured alternating striptease and variety acts. The program explained that the strippers were volunteer guests who were at the resort anyway (Deidre gave a big discount to girls in the business and a free day to guests who performed), using costumes from the resort's collection. The performers in the variety acts all knew each other from making pornographic films together. They all had had exclusive contracts with companies owned by the infamous Gerhard Nuszsaecker, the biggest pornographer in the business, in his heyday, before his not-so-tragic bus accident. The actors and actresses had put their show together to try to cross over into the "legitimate", mainstream movie business. They were going to put it on in a local theater in Los Angeles to show the world that they could really sing, dance, and act, that they their talent included more than just looking pretty and fucking well on camera. 

Janine was impressed with the performance the actors gave and the strippers certainly did look pretty good, dancing and grinding away. At the end of the show, the audience was very appreciative and gave them all a standing ovation. Then for an encore, the dancers came out in their resort loincloths and tantalized the audience by taking them off slowly, artistically, gracefully, and in unison. When they were done, the actors came out and did an impromptu orgy scene, just a little number they remembered from the last movie they worked on together. Janine thought that they all looked very nice and with that degree of coordination they must fuck well on camera, too. 

When it was over, the audience took a while to leave. During the orgy scene on stage, some of the guests had started touching each other and a few had sat in one another's laps and were snuggling and fondling. The woman with the butt plug had reached over to the man with the thong and was smearing the precum over the head of his cock while she was rocking in her seat. Janine figured that by now she must be desperate for relief. 

Janine started to think about what she might want to do before turning in for the night. A porn movie was showing that night but Janine had seen it twice already, so she thought she would go dancing. Back home that always worked as a way to meet someone and get laid. She headed out to the Beach Bar, her unusual breasts attracting much attention as always. There was a three-quarter moon out on this cloudless night and she could see easily, even away from the lampposts and the lights marking the path. In the still tropical night, guests in the throes of passion could be heard copulating and climaxing throughout the resort.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 07



The Beach Bar was a long walk and on the way Janine dimly saw guests making out on the beach or the lawn in the dark. In the distance she heard an unseen woman cry out in a long, uninhibited moan of passion and imagined a huge stream of hot, white semen flowing from the body of a man into the body of this woman, filling her up and satisfying for the present the deepest, most basic animal desires of both parties to the copulation. She suddenly realized that she wanted the same thing for herself and that she was wet again between her legs, under the loincloth. 

She reached the Beach Bar, which was just beginning to fill up, got a tall rum drink from the appreciative topless female bartender, who ogled Janine's bare tits and their prominent pink circles. Janine thought the barternder's firm brown tits were cute but she wasn't interested in girls tonight and so she left the bar and hopped onto a stool in the corner to look around. The bar was decorated like a tropical fisherman's hut, very casual and inviting, with loudspeakers hanging from poles. It had open walls to let the breeze blow through and slowly turning fans overhead to ensure that dancers stayed cool. A long bar took up the entire north side and there was a wide shelf running along the other three walls for guests to park their drinks, broken only by the entrances and exits on each side, where baskets of condoms hung. Seating was on tall wooden stools with leather cushions and matched circular tables held the drinks of guests sitting just off the dance floor, in the center. A dj in a corner was playing traditional Island melodies, hauntingly beautiful ballads in Spanish, but he would soon switch to the same familiar dance music heard everywhere in the world. 

To her right, a nude couple bickered. She could hear the woman berate the man, probably her husband, in a whiney voice: "I don't understand you -- it is so dumb. We pay all this money to go to a fancy place surrounded by beautiful men with big dicks and you want to be the only one fucking me with your little wiener and you don't want me to get any from anyone else bigger than you are. That is so dumb. I want to get laid right now." From what Janine could see, the guy's "wiener" looked plenty big enough, so maybe her cunt was loose. She watched as the man grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her roughly down the steps onto the sand and over to a palm tree, where he shoved her over an overturned boat and pushed himself into her from behind without a condom, with no sign of resistance. What an unpleasant couple! Janine hoped they didn't procreate. 

Her gaze would have returned to the bar when she jumped with a start. She was looking into the eyes of an olive-skinned man standing in front of her, almost between her legs. He made her gush in her loincloth, he was so attractive. His body was muscular and lean, and he had broad shoulders, narrow hips, and athletic, powerful legs. He had curly black hair and his green eyes. His loincloth was pulled tight showing off his very large package and the ends were tucked in on the sides so as not to obstruct the view. Excellent advertising, though Janine, but it would be considered unsubtle in New York. 

"Hi!" said the man, looking deeply into Janine's own eyes. "I think you have the prettiest boobs of anyone here tonight. Can I touch them?" Janine admired the original pick-up line, as unsubtle as his loincloth, and was thankful that her distinctive areolas had finally attracted a guy this good looking. "Can I touch your cock and balls?" She asked in return, to show him she wasn't a pushover. He said sure and they shook private parts and not hands in greeting. 

They talked for a while about the Iznoma Hedonia experience, touching each other, his hands resting on her thighs and hers holding his heavy genitals through the loincloth. She found out that he was from Westchester County. She had no interest in talking about suburban life, however, so she asked him what he did for a living. He answered that he was an aspiring actor trying to get to Broadway but was out of work at the moment. He had come down to the resort to meet someone who could cast him in an adult movie. 

Janine decided that she wanted to talk about that even less, so she agreed right away when he asked "Would you like to dance?" They were only a few couples on the dance floor already and so they danced with abandon, not caring how much space they took up. She noticed with interest how he moved his sculpted pelvis, bending the taut six-pack ripped belly above it and how his package moved between his legs. She hoped that he was noticing how firm her ass was and how her pretty tits bounced. He was. The dj, who might have been watching them, played a few slow dances. His muscled shoulders and chest were rock-solid and when he took Janine into his arms she felt wrapped in steel armor, her full breasts mashed against this tanned chest. His dick pushed into her pelvis through the loincloth when they danced close and soon he dropped both hands to her apple butt and was bending over to feel it up. 

Janine thought this was all very promising. For a moment, her attention was diverted by a yelp -- the unpleasant couple she had noticed before was finally reaching a noisy climax -- and then she settled back to the mood. She impulsively decided to make her own move.

She started by dropping her hand to his crotch and lifting his balls as they hung in the loincloth, feeling the enormous weight of is oversize testicles. She pulled the cord of his loincloth down and underneath his ballsack, so big, long dick and his huge, dangling balls were out and could be seen by everyone. 

When the tempo speeded up, he turned her around and leaned on her back, dirty dancing with his hands around her waist. She felt him grinding his cock on her back and butt and his warm, slick precome smearing on her skin from behind. "You're leaking all over me!" she said to him as he kissed her neck and licked her ear. But she was leaking, too! Her pussy was dripping in her loincloth and just maybe that was what he meant when he whispered in Janine's ear that she smelled as hot as she looked. She felt his hands travel down her hips and the creases of her groin and close in on her cunt. By now he would feel the dampness. She felt him bunch the fabric up and grasp her outer pussy lips from the side with the other hand. Within seconds he had curled a finger into the entrance to her vagina. Everyone was watching them intently. Some of the other guests were doing the same. 

"Let's go outside!" Janine whispered. She did not care about getting away from the boisterous crowd, or the curious eyes watching her get fingered. She just wanted to lie down and get fucked and the only horizontal space big enough here was the dance floor, where they might get stepped on, or the bar but it was full of drinks. 

It might have been the rum but she had suddenly had a mental flash about how she would write about all this. She started to think of his body and her body and what it all meant. She was getting into the mindset she had wished for that afternoon, when she suddenly realized that her story for the magazine should be all about her own reactions and her experience to actually experiencing sex, not observing it or reacting to the libidinous atmosphere of Iznoma Hedonia. She had to experience it herself! Now was the time to do her most important research, through taking ownership of her feelings. This was going to be participatory gonzo pornography! 

Without bothering to rearrange their clothes, Janine led the hunk out of the bar by the penis, as if she were leading her stud bull by a leash, all eyes following them. Janine saw an overturned boat on the beach under a palm tree and headed for it. As they left the bar, the man grabbed a handful of condoms from the nearest hanging basket. Confident, optimistic, and also responsible, but capable of showing submission! thought Janine. Nice combination in a man! 

As they walked down the beach away from the bar, this is what went through Janine's mind:

"This gorgeous man has a very big cock that he is going to push right into my body soon. I am going to be fucked well and for a long time. He will handle my breasts roughly and I will enjoy it, even when he sucks on me so hard it hurts. My cunt is juicing for him and that is a good thing because he will be tight and he will stretch me. 

"There -- I was right. He is kissing me on my neck and shoulders, over my face, and on my mouth, and he is licking my tongue. My hand is still on his cock and I can feel a drop coming out of the eye. I feel very desired, because his body is changing just in anticipation of having sex with me. I am dripping into my loincloth -- I can feel it. 

"Now he is kneeling on the boat to bring his mouth to level with my breasts. He is fondling me roughly, as I thought he would. He is licking my beautiful pink discs. He is sucking my nipples very hard and I feel it in my cunt. His hands are stroking and squeezing me and the nipple he is not tasting he is pulling with his fingers. I wish I could milk right now. Oh, he is standing up again!

"He has pushed me down on this boat and he is standing in front of me with his dick sticking in my face. Of course I want to suck it. I want to taste that drop and the flow coming after it. I am sure that I will also taste his semen before long. 

"I surprised him -- made him realize I had ideas too! When I licked his dick he thought I was going to start sucking him right away. I surprised him by wrapping my tits around his cock and rubbing him. My tits are big enough to hold his cock. They are firmer than Marjorie's and higher than Deidre's and they may be smaller but I have enough to wrap around the side of this man's big cock. He is fucking my tits. I like to watch it slide up and down between my breasts. My breasts look very big when he does that. His little eye opens and closes when he does that. I see another emission coming out of his cock, thin and watery. This man is very good at making precome and it is visible evidence of his desire for me. He has probably come several times today so he is not going to come right away. That is very good because I have plans for this beautiful cock. 

"It is long and hard in my mouth now. His precum glided into my mouth from the end of my tongue and tasted savory and good. I am sucking him and letting my throat relax. I am breathing deeply and I know that my chest is heaving and he likes that. I am pushing down on him and letting the length of him pass over my tongue and into the back of my mouth and down into my throat. He is deep inside my mouth and throat, just like he will be deep in my vagina soon. His balls are swinging below my chin now -- I can feel them touch my neck. His pubic hair tickles my nose. I would like to take a deep breath to smell him but I cannot breathe this way so it will have to wait. I am possessed by his cock but right now I am in control of his cock -- I put it down my throat. I am feeling a little lightheaded -- it is time to stop and take a breath. I am going to do it again, several times, but first I want to lick those enormous balls that were knocking under my chin, the balls that right now are making sperm because his body wants me. They taste masculine and powerful, like the clean sweat of an athlete or dancer. It makes me wonder how his semen will taste. 

"He has put his hands under my arms and is lifting me up from the sand. He has taken off my loincloth and thrown it on the ground but left the cord around my hips. I am leaning back and now lying on the overturned boat. This man is clever -- he has put my butt where the boat comes to a point at the bow he has and so now my pretty pussy is spread wide and available to him and my legs are down at the sides. Now he will show me how generous he is. If he drives his cock hard into me right away, he is selfish and concerned with his own pleasure and I will feel possessed and ravished by a dominant male. If he takes time for my pleasure, I will feel caressed, secure, and seduced by a caring love partner. 

"He is licking me -- he is taking time for my pleasure! His tongue is lapping up the wetness at the entrance to my cunt. I am making more because I am so aroused. Now his tongue making circles around the hood of my clit -- he is staying away from my pearl for now. But I still feel the movement and the little feelings as they pull on my clit. From time to time he goes back to my entrance and licks out the fluids that I have produced for him. Ohh -- now he is back and he has stopped toying with my clit. He is sucking it into his mouth! I feel his tongue on my pleasure and he put his finger in my oh this is so good and he is rubbing at the top of oh fuck it feels like he is oh oh"

Janine's mind went blank for a few minutes during her long, satisfying orgasm and the bliss that followed, during which the man freed his big cock and balls entirely from the loincloth, pulled on one of the condoms, and mounted her, bracing his feet on the sand and thrusting into her silky, wet pussy, which had sprung back to its nice tightness in the hours since Carlos stretched her. It took him four thrusts to get all the way in, each of which felt magnificent. Janine moaned and started to come around to awareness again, feeling this welcome intruder tunnel into her vagina. 

"This talented man is fucking me in the best way. He is angling right where I like it and pushing in and out to rub that place with his length. My cunt is his but he is doing it right for me. He is bent over kissing my tits -- he sucks on me. My clit is being pulled up and down by the action of his thrusts. My whole pelvis feels stuffed and vibrating. I am building up inside. He feels so good sliding in and out of me. I need relief to come soon. He is licking my neck. He is going to make me come again! His cok is long and uh I push up he garg"

Janine floated away on another peak, mind again erased blank as she felt him buck his hips above her and push in hard. He was coming, she knew, but all she could think of was pure pleasure and the image of his rich creamy semen shooting into her. 

They came back down to earth together and the man lay on top of her, supported on his elbows, for the longest time. His dick softened after a long time and Janine could feel it slide out of her tight passage. The man stood up and started to pull the condom off when she said "Wait! Bring it over here. I want to taste you!"

The man knelt by her head and pulled the condom off over her face. A big glob of come dripped out and fell onto her cheek and then another hit her neck. He brought his now-limp dick to her lips now and she sucked him into her warm, inviting mouth, playing with it with her tongue. Janine now knew how he tasted and it was very good. 

After several minutes, the man's dick was still soft. It was obviously done for the night. Janine released him from her mouth to let the man stand up. "Wow," he said. "I've come five times today. I didn't know I could do it. I think it was your tits."

Janine was happy to take credit but just then she wanted to lie there on her back a bit longer, listening to the ocean and feeling the final tingles in her pussy. So they said good-bye and the man started walking back to the hotel, nude, soft cock swinging, not bothering to look for his loincloth. The remaining condoms were scattered on the sand next to the boat. Janine's legs were still splayed by the bow of the overturned sailboat hull and her feet were firmly on the sand. 

She must have dozed for a few minutes because when she awake another man was standing in the moonlight looking at her naked body. He was tall, imposing, and thin, with long fingers and a long, thin cock dangling visibly below the hanging front of his loincloth. "You are a beautiful sea creature, washed on the beach!" he informed her with a laugh, in a deep, masculine voice. His eyes took in her entire body but lingered on her fine tits. 

"I swam ashore to deposit my eggs in the sand," she said deadpan, remembering her zoology class in college. 

"Then allow me to fertilize them," said the man, pulling off his loincloth. Despite the joke, he leaned over to pick up a condom pack lying on the sand. Janine was only too happy to receive a third man that day because she felt an itch in her cunt and a new sense of whorish sensuality. She wanted to see where this wanton promiscuity would lead her, at least within the libertine but protected atmosphere of Iznoma Hedonia. 

The tall man with the long cock did not wait, as he could see from her glistening, relaxed and slightly gaping pussy that Janine was not in any need of foreplay. While she lay there unmoving, he crouched and mounted her in a single thrust, causing her to yelp and arch her back when she felt the crown of his long penis slide across her cervix until he reached her depth, high up in her welcoming vagina. The man settled onto his elbows above her, the upper part of his manly chest in front of her face making her feel protected and dominated, and started to fuck her. 

It was a languid, relaxed, easy fuck, at least at first. He took his time pulling out of her, letting her enjoy the full length and then he would thrust back in a long slide. Janine felt every inch even though she knew she was much looser and wetter than usual. It was a new sensation and that is what she wanted. She started to feel more energy in their coupling and lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He started to thrust a little harder and she could feel the weight of his swinging ball sack hitting her butt with more force now. She started to meet his thrusts by raising her pelvis up, lifting her lower body off the boat an inch or two. She raised her hands to his chest, but instead of pushing him away she followed his body up and down as he started to pound into her forcefully. She relaxed into it, enjoying being taken a little more roughly than before, feeling her butt skid on the smooth hull of the boat from the thrusts, her mind turning over half-formed, unfocused images of sea turtles and warm sea water full of sperm and fertile eggs until she felt herself tip over the edge. 

It was deep, long, slow orgasm that seemed to come from deep in her pelvis and made her pull him closer and deeper into her with her legs until he was grinding against her clit and at the same time she could that he was all the way in deep inside her. The muscle contractions in her belly felt intense on top of the slight soreness she already felt from her earlier fucks that day. Her climax triggered his and he bellowed and arched his back, pushing into her at the same time she was pulling him in, bucking his hips and grimacing, lost in the sensation of his semen flowing and filling her up, ignoring for a moment the condom that was protecting them from their own fertility and impulsiveness and promiscuity. 

She rode the wave all the way and moments later he exploded inside her, rigid as a board over her while she rocked her pelvis upwards to keep him going as his semen flowed into her, or at least into the condom inside her.

This time it took both of them several minutes to get over their orgasms and clear their heads. The man slipped out of her and dropped down to lick Janine's beautifully erotic breasts, with their prominent pink discs, and suck on her generous nipples. She happily paid him back by sucking on his limp cock after pulling the condom off. She was enjoying the aching feeling deep in her pelvis, muscles sore from repeated orgasmic contractions and exertion. Thank heaven she was multiorgasmic, she thought. She usually only had a couple in a night with her old boyfriends, although she could pull out a couple more with the men she picked up at bars, because the idea of promiscuity excited her. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 07



Iznoma Hedonia had shown her tonight that she was capable of so much more. For the first time, ever, she felt almost sexually satisfied. One more should do it for the night, she thought. Her cunt itched. 

Janine looked around for her loincloth and saw that it had been thrown aside on the ground and stepped on. The last thing she wanted when she fucked was sand in her crotch, so she left it there. She walked naked back to the Beach Bar, which by now was crowded and in full swing with the party crowd - nude and nearly nude guests dancing and groping. As she walked to the hut from the darkness, the guests nearest her stopped and stared at her. Mostly they were looking at her colorful boobs, but she looked a sight -- a real mess, with her hair mussed and frizzy from the damp sea air, a thin film of sweat on her skin, her pubic hair all disheveled, and eyes gleaming from sexual excitement. Seeing her glow like that, the lesbian bartender couldn't help but lick her lips and grin at her. She made Janine a double rum drink, on the house, thinking that she had earned it. 

It took her no time at all for Janine to pick up a third man at the bar (wow! impressive). This man was muscular and studly and a real show-off on the dance floor. He had a towel draped around his neck that he used to wipe the sweat off his face when he danced, because the weather was warm and humid. Janine drew his attention while she made her way to the bar, skirting the dance floor. It only took him seconds to cut off the other men who were circling Janine as she got her drink. She finished the drink a little too fast as he hovered over her, polite but insistent -- they both knew what the other wanted. 

He had spent the afternoon sailing and so he walked her further down the beach, way beyond her first passion stop, to where the bigger sailboats were pulled out of the water. Along the way he stopped several times to feel her up and kiss those beautiful tits and she was happy to let him. They went to where the big ocean buoys for races and regattas were beached, unused since Deidre had taken over the resort but left there for atmosphere. This one was orange and some of the surface had chipped, showing the yellow foam underneath. 

This time, Janine lay face down, her round, apple-shaped ass at the high end of the big round buoy angled into the sand. The sailor-dancer spread his towel on the top of it for her, like a gentleman, so her bare skin wouldn't stick to the coated surface of the big cylinder. Her big boobs separated on the curved surface and pushed out to the sides under her. While the man was kneeling on the sand, she folded her arms and rested her head contentedly on them, looking back and up, to see if she could see his head bobbing as he licked her clit. Her cunt was already well used that day and was starting to feel it a little. His tongue was rubbing on parts that were already well rubbed but as long as he licked her a lot to keep the friction down, it didn't hurt or feel raw, just tingly and sensitive. She had a nice little come from that and then the man stood up and paused for a minute. Janine heard the sound of a condom package opening. Then he aimed a nice, wide, meaty dick right at her hole and thrust home. 

Ohh, that felt good! Janine thought. The man knew how to work it, hard and fast, and soon he was shooting into her. Janine's own last climax of the night was low-energy compared to the others but very pleasant and made her sleepy. The double rum drink helped, too. 

Janine knew she couldn't take any more tonight but this last fuck was so great because her cunt was so sensitive and the slightly burning feeling made it all the better. She drifted off as he pulled out of her and -- wiped his dick on her leg? She wasn't sure if he did that or if she dreamed it. She dreamed a lot of things that early morning on the beach -- had another man come by and helped himself to her ass? She didn't try to remember -- it was probably just a dream. The noise of the pounding surf lulled her back to sleep.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 08



The sand on the beach at Iznoma Hedonia was a tawny sable color, like the flawless skin of the magnificent Deidre. The sky was a clear and limpid blue, like the piercing eyes of haughty Deidre. The mountain in a distance was sculpted into rounded, sensual curves, like the body of voluptuous Deidre. The coral from the reef that they made into jewelry were rounded buds of a rosy pink, like the erect nipples of aroused Deidre. The conch shells on the beach showed colors ranging from creamy white to dusky red as its inside curve went deep and hidden, like the inviting cunt of sexual Deidre. 

Janine woke up with a start. She was lying nude on her front on a damp towel spread over a foam ocean buoy stuck in the sand, with her ass up in the air and her head further down on the slanting cylinder, arms and legs draped over the curve, hands and feet feeling heavy. Her head felt big and a little throbbing. Her back and her butt were a little too warm in the sun. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy. Her tits felt mashed under her. And her crotch itched. Boy, did it itch! She lifted her head and saw that she was on the far beach, a long way from the hotel, almost halfway to the rounded peaked mountain they call Mount Deidre. She couldn't stay there forever, she thought. She had to get up. She had lost her loincloth the night before and there weren't any service carts nearby. Oh well, she thought. Today is going to be Bare Ass Day for me. 

The sacrifices she made to do research for her story. 

She forced herself to get off the big foam cylinder and on her feet, but it took a lot of effort, accomplished over several minutes. She first noticed that her head hurt, but it wasn't the worst hangover she ever had. Her cunt itched and felt tender to the touch. Then she noticed, as she sat up on the buoy, that the muscles ached in her groin and deep in her pelvis. She next noticed, as she began to stand up, that she really, really had to pee! 

Nobody was around, so she simply squatted, rested her little apple ass on the side of the buoy, and let go. Her pee stream arced gracefully from her little hole, which burned a little from the exertions of the previous night, to a loud splatter on the sand, where it quickly sank from sight. It took Janine a long time to empty her over-filled bladder and the relief she felt was almost sexual, it felt so good. She stayed in a squatting position for a moment to let the last few drops fall, since she didn't have anything to wipe herself with and she didn't want the shock of wading into the water. Looking down at herself, with her pelvis thrust out, she noticed that her pubes were reddened and her labia were a little swollen. There was a streak of something whitish and dry on the inside of her thigh. But these things were not as disturbing as what she felt in her behind. 

Squatting and standing up again made something in the crack of her ass move. She could feel it. She was sure that it didn't belong to her. When she squatted, it rubbed against the inside of her crack. When she stood, she could feel that, whatever it was, it was also in her anus. Not knowing exactly how big it was, she sank to her knees in the sand (avoiding the damp area where she peed) and bent over. She reached behind her with her left hand and gingerly ran her fingers down the crack of her butt until she found it. It was rubbery. It felt like the end of a balloon. She knew what it was but she really did not want to think about it too much. She knew it was a condom sticking out of her asshole. 

Janine made a face. This was gross! But unless she wanted to walk back to the resort hotel with this souvenir hanging out of her butt, she had to take it out. She grasped the end between her fingers and pulled. She could feel it come out but as she pulled it seemed to get bigger in her anus and then she felt her sphincter clamp down and the condom suddenly emptied. A gush of cum squirted on her fingers and dripped down the back of both her legs. The condom dropped out now and Janine raised her hand to look at it. Was this disgusting or erotic? What seemed so sexy last night made her a little queasy this morning and for a moment she wanted to throw up. But wait, her analytical mind said. Was it really so terrible to wake up naked in public with a used condom hanging out of your ass?

Janine tried to reconstruct the events, like the journalist she was, but thinking a little more slowly than usual because her head was still feeling thick. First, whoever it was, he had used a condom, although in 1985 this was just smart and at Iznoma Hedonia it was the polite thing to do. There was no one else around in the wee hours of the morning and if she had been taken by surprise he could easily have cornholed her bareback, but he didn't. So he was a gentleman. Second, her asshole was obviously tight enough to hold it in when he pulled out, and for that she was grateful. Tight was good when it came to things a person wants in their anus. Third, he must have started big, because her anus felt stretched but not sore, but he obviously shriveled after coming because he slipped out of a regular-sized condom. Her tight ass must have held onto him hard while he pulled back. Fourth, he had shot a big load and it must have got squeezed into the tip of the condom and held there by her tight sphincter, maybe helped by gravity since her butt was higher than her head on the buoy, until it spilled all over her legs just now. OK, so the sequence of events was clear. But it bothered Janine that she didn't remember any of it happening. It sounded like it had been fun: buttfucked on the beach by a big prick packing a heavy load. She wished she could have been there, she thought sarcastically. (Actually, she had never much cared for anal sex.) 

It was time to walk back to the resort hotel. Holding the used condom between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, the one she had used to explore her crack, and away from her naked body, she started walking back, slowly because of her foggy head, the stiffness in the muscles of her legs, and the not-unpleasant ache in her deep pelvis from all those orgasms. 

It was an effort for Janine to walk barefoot in the sand and it must have taken her a half hour to walk all the way back to the end of the path, passing the Beach Bar where she picked up her three men the night before, and then a few more minutes to go up the path between the north lawn, for guests who wanted to be by themselves, and the raunchy and crowded south lawn. There were not many guests out at that time of the morning but the few there were said hello and stared at her. She assumed that they were admiring her fine C-cup breasts with their huge dark pink areolas surrounding the nipples, or her girlish figure with the apple-shaped butt. But they could as easily have been saying to each other: look! That girl's cunt is rubbed red and she's got dry cum on her legs. 

All the bars were closed by then, so she knew it had to be after 6:00 in the morning. She kept walking. Finally, she reached the Caffeinery, an informal, nude-friendly quick-service coffee shop. She plopped down in a deep, leather bean-bag chair next to a low table and ordered coffee and an apricot croissant. Iznoma Hedonia did not put clocks everywhere because Deidre wanted guests to forget about time while they were having fun but they could be seen in places and Janine saw that it was 7:00 am, very early for the resort. 

Janine was a fairly small woman sitting in a big deep chair, so she crossed her legs for comfort, a posture that resulted in her showing herself to anyone who passed by. There were not many people out at that early hour but whoever was there got a good look, enjoying both her pretty tits and her reddened cunt. The waitress remarked that Janine looked a little rough this morning, but she wasn't going to bother with appearances. She would just get something to eat and then go upstairs to her room. 

She had to be very careful with her coffee because she was clumsy that morning, from her hangover and the stiffness from sleeping with the buoy. She dropped her croissant in her lap twice. But her headache started to go away after she ate the pastry and she felt better with food in her. She did not want to spill hot coffee on her hot box, so she held it with both hands when she drank. 

She felt much better after her breakfast, so she stood, brushed the crumbs out of her crotch, and started to go into the hotel when she noticed that the clinic was open. I'll just get the nurse to look at my pussy, she thought to herself, because I don't want to spend the rest of my time here on the sidelines, or only able to suck and take it up the ass. Janine didn't like anal very much, anyway, and if she couldn't take it in her cunt, the next few days weren't going to be much fun for her. 

The clinic was at the far end of a line of shops and services on the ground floor of the hotel. There was a massage parlor, a swimsuit and lingerie shop which also sold sexy pirate costumes (the resort often had costume parties), a book store that sold both regular paperbacks and porn, a sex shop specializing in dildos and flavored condoms, a hair stylist, and a souvenir shop, all decked out to look like a tropical village. 

When Janine entered the clinic, there was a desk in front with a hand-lettered sign next to a bell. The sign said: "Have a seat! I'll be with you in a minute! If it's an emergency or you're having a baby, ring the bell!" Some chairs were lined up along the wall, on both sides of a table with porn magazines dating from 1976, 9 years before. A crumpled loincloth was on the last chair. A curtain was drawn behind the desk but Janine could see that there was a sparkling clean white hospital-like room behind it. Janine didn't think that an itchy crotch was an emergency, at least until a man was standing by, so she sat down but as soon as she did she heard a whimpering sound from behind the curtain. Then there was a little cry. She heard a bumping noise. 

"Hello?" Janine called. "Are you all right?" She thought there might be an injured or sick guest all alone back there. 

"Doin' great! Out in a minute!" called a chirpy voice. Then, after some more bumping sounds and a gasp followed by a moan, "Come on back if you want!"

Janine pulled back the curtain and now it was her turn to stare. A tall, young brown-haired woman with very long-legs, clothed only in white stockings held up by garters and a little nurses' cap, was leaning over a doctor's examining table, bracing herself with her arms. Bent over her, clinging tightly to her small breasts and buried deep in her vagina, was a large, heavily muscled man with tight gluteal muscles that tensed with every powerful thrust, which seemed to lift the tall girl off her feet. 

The resort nurse spoke, "I'm kind of busy right now but you're welcome to watch until we're done! Ooo! I like those circles on your great tits!" Considering the pounding she was getting, it was amazing that the pretty nurse even noticed Janine's boobs, but she immediately went back to concentrating on the cock inside her. Janine sat down and watched the tall girl get fucked. The man had a good-sized dick and he knew how to use it! After several minutes of this, the man bent over the girl even more, forcing her over more, and dropped his hands from her tits to her crotch. Janine couldn't see it all but she knew from the position that he was stroking her clit with his fingers while he pounded her from the back. She obviously liked it because within a minute she started breathing in gasps and her face flushed and she froze perfectly still and moaned, while the obviously excellent orgasm coursed through her. Her partner gave a series of deep, fast thrusts and then pushed so deep and hard into the young woman that she gasped and then he rocked back and forth for a minute or two as he ejaculated with great force. The remained locked together for a couple of minutes until the main straightened up and pulled out of her, his condom-covered cock dangling limply and covered with her juice. 

"Now Mr. Patterson," the nurse said, while she peeled the condom off his dick for him, "I want you to come back anytime you feel another attack of blue-balls coming on and we'll take care of it for you!" The man thanked her, gave her a wet kiss, nodded at Janine, put on his loincloth, and walked out. 

The nurse, with those impossibly long legs sheathed in white and nothing else on but the little hat and white shoes, turned to face Janine, who, Janine reminded herself, may have been much shorter but had much bigger boobs. "How can I help you today?" The nurse patted her glistening wet pussy with a tissue while she talked. 

Janine told her about her sore cunt. The nurse had her get up on the examining table. In order to get a good look, the nurse focused on overhead light on Janine's crotch and put her feet up in stirrups. Janine felt like she was visiting her gynecologist. The nurse put on gloves, picked up a comb and started to go through Janine's rather sparse pubic hair, face so close that Janine could feel her breath on her pussy. It was not an unpleasant feeling for Janine, who could not but wonder what the nurse might be smelling after her rough night. 

"What's this?" the nurse asked at one point, holding up a little piece of orange goop. Janine answered that it came from a piece of croissant that had fallen in her lap. The nurse popped it into her mouth. "Apricot!" she exclaimed. "I love those!" She resumed inspecting Janine's pubic hair. 

"Well," said the nurse after a long time spent examining Janine's crotch, "you don't have crabs." Janine was very relieved, although she hadn't thought that she did in the first place. "We see this a lot here at Iznoma Hedonia. It happens to people who don't have sex much and then come here and get more than they can handle at first." 

Janine wanted to punch her but it was hard to do that lying on your back with your feet up in stirrups. She had plenty of sex, she'll have you know! She had just got laid, oh, well maybe a month ago. But before that, well, maybe not so much since she broke up with Brad. And maybe her relationship with Brad wasn't all that sexy but she had had one-night stands when she went clubbing. At least, well, three. Her girlfriends tended to leave with the guys she liked. Maybe she had had a disappointing year. Maybe the year before that wasn't so hot either. 

While Janine was getting over her remark, the nurse had reached for a squeeze bottle and was putting a dollop of lime-green gel into her palm. It smelled like wintergreen. 

"This works every time," the nurse said. "but it may sting a little at first. It will heal fast -- it's got something called aloe vera in it."

Janine braced herself but it was not so bad. The nurse was rubbing the gel into her pubes and it felt warm and tingled very nicely. But the nurse didn't stop there. She applied the gel and rubbed it in on her outer labia down to the taint and on Janine's smooth thighs up to the crease where they met her mons. The nurse grasped Janine's swollen labia and pulled them gently, massaging them between her fingers with gobs of gel. She put a dollop right on Janine's clit and massaged it all around, circling the little pearl, getting it up into the clit hood, over her pee hole, and all around her entrance, and a little inside. Janine gasped and stiffened as the nurse massaged it into her clit with circular motions and pushed it into her vagina with two fingers of the other hand. She felt a strange warmth penetrating her pelvis and deep into her cunt. The medication seemed to be stimulating all the nerve endings in a new way, soothing rather than irritating, but just as intense. Despite her aching muscles, Janine promptly climaxed and the nurse had to follow her rocking pelvis in order to finish applying the wonderful gel. 

Then the nurse put a gob of gel on her finger and smeared it on Janine's anus, poking into her sphincter to spread it around inside. Janine wondered, in her foggy, postorgasmic state, if the nurse saw something and if she was red down there, too. Janine wondered for a moment what the nurse would have said if she had left the used condom in her ass. Janine normally did not like her anus to be violated but this was different and she was getting into it. The nurse was pushing gel into her butt with two fingers of one hand and into her vagina with the other and Janine felt the nurses fingers pushing past against one another inside her. It all felt wonderful and it was not long before the effect of the gel and the talented nurse's fingers brought her to a second delicious orgasm. This time Janine did not notice the aching feeling of her sore pelvic muscles. Maybe the gel had treated that problem, too!

The nurse didn't stop even then and rubbed a third one out of Janine, until finally Janine had stopped quivering. Bringing her down gently, the nurse said "Feel better now?" and Janine had to agree that she did, even though it meant that the nurse had stopped her heavenly masturbatory treatment. The nurse helped Janine up, her legs now wobbly, and said "You look like you have dried come on the back your legs!" Janine had to agree that that's what it was but she really didn't want to take the time to explain. "You come back and see me again if you feel like your cunt needs help!" Janine wasn't quite sure what that meant by that. 

Janine felt so relaxed she wanted to float back to that ocean buoy and lie on it upside down again for the night. But it was a shorter walk to her room and so she would like down on a soft bed instead. As she passed through the lobby on the beach side, several guests turned and stared as she walked past because her pubic hair was all matted down by the thick bright green gel and she smelled like a breath mint. Janine didn't care. She started the morning feeling very rough and now she felt great. Weird but great. In the elevator, the fragrance from her gel got to be very intense and one of the other guests had to get out. When Janine got to her room she flopped on the bed and slept till noon without even taking a shower to get the dried come and all that smelly green gel off her body.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 09



Janine awoke knowing that the reeking green gel the nurse had applied to her crotch had saved her trip from catastrophe the day before. If her pussy had remained irritated and red, she might have had to stop fucking. The loss of even a day would have sidetracked her from the research she needed to do now that she had a clear idea what she wanted to write. It was 1985 and she was a modern journalist -- and she was going to show everyone at her magazine, Against Moss, that she could write gonzo with the best of them! 

Yesterday, after she recovered from her hangover and let her cunt recover, she had one of the most important experiences of her trip, an encounter that helped her visualize how her story would be written. It wasn't a dramatic orgy or a desperate, grasping orgasm. It was more like a sensual picnic on the grass. 

She had spent four hours in the company of fourteen very attractive people from various places and of various races and colors, sitting naked on oriental-style carpets outdoors in the shade or an open tent, under the palm trees, stroking and fondling each other, trading partners, talking about everything under the sun, having sex if they wanted to, masturbating themselves and the others if they wished, breaking off and starting over without always progressing to orgasm, languidly enjoying each other's bodies as they desired. There were no social conventions or expectations, just pleasure for hours on end. Janine had hands groping her fine C-cup breasts, with their huge pink areolas, for almost the entire four hours. In turn, she enjoyed the new and vicarious pleasure to be had in making a young man come just by manipulating his balls. 

Other guests came and went, some joining in, others just watching for a while and moving on, some staring intently for almost the entire time. Some masturbated, others fondled their neighbor, and three fucked on the sidelines. It was all very slow and easy. 

And for the second time that trip, but the first that occurred when Janine was conscious to enjoy it, she had a man in her ass. Other guests were stroking her back and reaching under to fondle her tits as the very male guest inserted his long, thin prick deep into her rectum. 

She felt her anus first stimulated by the friction of the invading member, then felt it resist on its own until the slow steady pressure broke through with a sudden pop that felt like a celebration of penetration! Then the slow slide of the prick stimulated her again with long strokes. It felt odd, but good. She did not know what the intruder felt but she felt pleasantly stuffed, stretched, and rubbed and she was surprised how much better it began to feel after a few minutes. 

This time wasn't like any time before. It was slow and easy and the man stayed motionless for a long time to let her adjust. He moved slowly, letting her follow with her pelvis, and when he exploded she felt a warm feeling in her pelvis even though she didn't come. I could get used to this, she thought. Anal isn't as bad as I thought. She thought it was a nice change of pace and much different from the brutal ramming and pounding that was becoming popular in porn flicks in those days. 

Her fresh experience with anal was a rousing success and it was good for each of the men too, as they came, jerkily, one by one, each in a private orgasm drawn from one of Janine's three holes. When the man in her cunt pulled his condom-sheathed dick out, Janine could feel lots of juice running down her leg and she knew that it was the product from her own excitement.

But overall she still preferred to be fucked in the cunt alone so that she could concentrate on the experience. This crowd indulged her, bringing her up to the edge and then letting her back down slowly, the better to enjoy the next wave of sensation. When she seemed to herself and all of them to be ready, they brought her to long, deep orgasms with gentle stroking -- no frantic pounding. This is sexual life! she thought. If I can capture this spirit of abandon, free of inhibitions, I can carry the message of Iznoma Hedonia to the world!

The impromptu orgy had attracted a crowd. Many guests pulled up chairs and lay down towels in a circle around the orgiasts, to watch them and try out the moves they saw that they liked. Being watched just added to the participants' pleasure, including Janine's. She knew that she had crossed the line from objectivity to true gonzo participatory journalism. She was now fucking the subjects of her interviews. 

She had every intention of writing her story that very night but in the early evening after dinner she had a chance to get stretched by a man with a 12-inch cock and juiced with balls that hung halfway to his knees and she did not want to pass it up. It was indeed a memorable experience. 

That was yesterday. Today she was going to write her story for sure! 

Downstairs at the Caffeinery that morning, Janine ran into Marjorie, sitting in a chair outside the hotel wearing her loincloth loose, so that her crotch could be seen from the side, and a strip of transparent muslin over her full, floppy boobs that showed off her nipples nicely, scanning the lawn and the far beach with binoculars. 

Marjorie, who started as a refugee, protected on the Island after her flight from her native country in Eastern Europe, was the resort pity fucker. Her role was to seek out the men, and occasional woman who liked women, who weren't getting any and to make sure they got some. "It's Wednesday morning and by now some of the men who are not laid right away have beginning of panic!" she said, in her hard-to-identify Eastern European accent. "It is time for me to spot them, to get to work. If they get lucky today or Thursday, the slow ones, they will go home happy if they stay one week and have me in their bed once or twice. Or if they stay two I will get them, how you say, 'in the groove' for themselves to make them feel sexy." Marjorie's eyes and ears were the staff, who reported the unpaired-off guests to her. Marjorie pointed to a nearby chair on the lawn outside. 

On the lawn Janine saw a middle-aged man with wavy silver hair and a slight paunch sitting alone in a chair, nude. His dick looked lonely and shriveled. Around him were couples in various sexual poses, getting an early start on the day, but he was alone. Marjorie was preparing to move over next to him. She needed to make the encounter seem completely natural so that he would not be conscious that he was being serviced. A satisfied male guest is a guest who thinks he is a stud, not the beneficiary of professional largesse. 

"Why is that man all alone?" Janine asked. "He's nice looking for an older guy. Who is he?" 

"The staff tells me he is distributor of adult films," said Marjorie. Deidre had brought in many people from the sex industry in the first years of her managing the resort, through her contacts and through advertising to the trade. They loved it and kept coming back. Now, the chance to meet and possibly lay the big-name pornstars who came to Iznoma Hedonia at a big discount attracted lots of men who paid much higher fees. 

"But wouldn't that make him a valuable contact for an aspiring pornstar?" Janine asked. 

"Not really," said Marjorie, who had obviously learned a lot in her two years at Iznoma Hedonia. "He doesn't cast the movies he sells and he doesn't book personal appearances at porn shops -- the producer does that. He doesn't even have the power to do product placement at the point of purchase in retail outlets. Why would they care about him?" 

Janine understood. The girls either went for the studs or someone who could do them some good. Well, was that so different from what she did herself cruising the bars in New York? 

Marjorie had to figure out a way to pick up the silver-haired man without him knowing he was being accosted. Her plan was pretty basic. She said goodbye and walked out through the hotel exit, so that she could circle around and walk nonchalantly in front of the man, at which time she planned to smile sweetly. It shouldn't be hard to get him interested. After all, when he didn't think anyone was watching he was playing with himself. 

Alone, Janine went back to her notes and started to organize her story. Once she got organized, she went to the resort library and used the little work station there to put her notes together and build a first draft. They had something new there called a "word processor". It was there in case the adult film writers got a great idea for a movie and wanted to knock out a script or the literary pornographers got inspired to write the great American dirty novel. Janine had used a word processor before, a Wang something, and this one, which they called a "Dec" was easy to figure out. She loved the convenience of how easy it was to write and rewrite. 

The only problem was the distraction of an apparently married couple who wandered into the library and started looking at a copy of Deidre's infamous book, the one she had to sue her publisher to print! Their giggling was annoying but the distraction got worse when they began fucking, without a condom, on the sofa in front of her workstation. Fortunately the pictures of the fabulous Deidre, shot in every conceivable sexual position but always in control of the situation, turned them on so much that they both came within minutes of starting their copulation. Then they drug themselves out of the library listlessly, come dripping down the woman's leg, and left Janine alone again with her notes on her own sexual behavior. 

It was a silly way to spend the morning at a beautiful seaside resort with sexy people all around her, Janine knew, but she had to get this story written. Against Moss was the voice of her generation. Her reputation as a serious journalist was riding on the chance to get her byline on a story that got a lot of attention. Soon she had several pages, the first part focused on how she felt about the sex and promiscuity all around her and the second part thrusting the reader, without warning, just as she had been thrusted into, into a long and very intimate narrative on how she felt personally being fucked, kneaded, sucked, repeatedly screwed, sodomized, stroked, slimed, and groped, not in that order. It would be her contribution to gonzo journalism -- a new genre of gonzo porn! She was so proud of herself for thinking up the idea but she knew she had to deliver the goods to her editor or it wouldn't mean anything. 

Janine broke for lunch and then went back to work. A little before two o'clock, however, she had to quit and take a shower in preparation for one of the most famous rituals of Iznoma Hedonia! The biweekly costume party was tonight! Janine had an appointment with the body painter! She had thought about buying a costume but decided not to. Deidre was giving her the body painting free (was it a breach of journalistic ethics to accept the gift from the subject of her story? Not gonzo ethics!) and it would give her a chance to sample the graphic arts at Iznoma Hedonia. 

Besides, the idea of going to a costume party with body paint as the costume was intriguing to her. Her wide pink areola already looked painted onto her gorgeous breasts. It was time to see what could be done on the rest of her body.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 10



The offer to paint Janine's body came with a string attached, and that was that the design was already chosen. She didn't know what it was but it would be painted on her by the same nurse who had given her the gel treatment yesterday that quieted down her raw and red pussy. She was supposed to meet the nurse in the clinic. 

Apparently the nurse was quite a good artist. The massage girl, was also a good artist, painted other guests and about a dozen members of the staff in various capacities also did body painting on the side. That wasn't enough to cover all the guests, so Deidre hosted an "arts festival" every other week for local artists from the village and even the nearest city. They bussed in to make a few pesos (actually, quite a lot of money by local standards!) painting beautiful and provocative designs on beautiful and provocative guests. They loved their work! and it supported the arts. It was one of many things Dedire did that made her so popular with the villagers that the priest, the mayor of the town (who was the cousin of the priest), and anyone else who talked about the immorality of Iznoma Hedonia was hushed up immediately by their neighbors. 

The artists had set up at tables on the patio and the part of the lawn nearest the resort hotel. They had been at their work since noon and as Janine passed she already could see some of the finished work: guests walking around with spectacular tropical sunsets on their back, lizard-like scales all over their body, boa constructors around necks and encircling breasts and, in more than one case, frogs with their drawn mouths across a woman's belly button and googly eyes on their big breasts. She particularly liked the fairy princess, with wings painted on her back and a crown painted on her forehead. One tall, skinny woman, with spiky hair that was sprayed with green, was painted up to look like a palm tree, with her boobs as coconuts. 

Janine was a little disappointed that her body would be painted indoors. While she was being painted herself, she had wanted to watch the spectacle as these works of art were created on skin by the outdoor artists. But she accepted the terms of gift of artwork and stepped inside the clinic. There she noticed something she had overlooked on her first visit. There was art on the walls, nicely drawn commercial-style art, featuring naked men and women in tropical landscapes, full of detail and bright colors. In the corner of each piece was a label with a price and Janine guessed that the multi-talented nurse had painted them. If so, Janine was going to get a good paint job. Maybe more if she was as lucky as yesterday!

The nurse greeted Janine like an old friend and asked about the condition of Janine's pussy. She was so happy when Janine reported that it was just fine and all the soreness and redness had gone. "Works every time!" the nurse chirped, in reference to the green smelly gel she had applied the day before all over Janine's vulva and anal area. 

The tall, long-legged young nurse was still wearing white stockings up to her thighs and nothing else but a little nurse's hat. She must have a wardrobe full of clean white stockings and needed very little else to wear, Janine thought. Janine noticed a proper nurse's uniform hanging on a hook on the other side of the room next to a desk and guessed that she only put it on when she had to go into the public area. 

"First we've got to shave you, hon!" Janine hadn't expected this. Shaving off pubic hair was becoming a new fad, she knew, but in 1985 a bald beaver was unusual outside of porn flicks. She wasn't sure how she would explain it to....who? She had broken up with Brad and it wasn't like she was getting action every weekend in New York. OK, why not. So what if it was going to be prickly for a while while it grew back? Maybe she'd just keep it shaved and shock her next lover. 

Janine had already let herself be fingered by the nurse the day before so she didn't flinch when the nurse had her lie on the examining table with her legs spread wide and feet in the stirrups. The tall, naked nurse put a basin of warm soapy water on the side table. With a sure touch and deft strokes, the nurse trimmed Janine's modest "hair down there" with scissors, then sponged her crotch with water and, with her bare hands, started rubbing liquid soap into a lather all over Janine's pussy, brushing many times against Janine's clit, which was waking up after what seemed like a long sleep. 

The nurse started to shave Janine, carefully but quickly, rinsing the razor in the basin and reapplying soap to Janine's now-smooth skin. The nurse stretched Janine's outer lips this way and that and pulled on her inner lips to keep them out of the way, every move stimulating Janine's increasingly interested clit. Finally, Janine could feel that her pussy was perfectly smooth – she felt more naked than she had ever been in her life! The nurse was rubbing her smooth skin with some light oil and letting her fingers stray deep into Janine's cunt, not even pretending any more to stick to business. Janine was gasping and heaving her pelvis by the time the nurse was finished. She had built up a lot of sexual tension that morning reliving her experiences at Iznoma Hedonia and working on her story and this nurse was stoking it beyond the point of control!

"Now hon, it's very important for you to lie still while I paint you. So I'm going to do a little something to you to make you relax while I work. It'll only take a minute and I think you"ll like it!" The nurse pulled out the largest vibrator Janine had ever seen – it was a foot and a half long and had a big pad at the end that the nurse applied right at the top of Janine's now practically vibrating clit. Janine was startled – it was a frightening instrument, even in the hands of a professional, even this nurse who was giving her such pleasure! With her other hand, the nurse thrust two fingers into Janine's wet cunt, curling them to press on and stroke her G-spot as the powerful vibrator pushed Janine toward release. In no time, Janine came hard, moaning so loud it could be heard outside, vagina contracting around the nurse's long, thin fingers, as the vibrator slipped all around on her wet, oil pussy. 

But that was not all! The nurse never let Janine come down from her first climax. Instead she ramped it up a second time, turning the speed of the vibrator up and thrusting a third finger into dazed Janine! It was more than the poor girl could stand and within seconds Janine was coming again, even better, feeling as if the nurse had reached in and pulled a massive orgasm she didn't know she had from out of deep inside her! She hadn't asked for either orgasm but they were both so good, especially the second, that she wasn't going to complain! 

"There! That's better, hon. You were a bit tense before. I'm sure you feel a lot better now. You'll lie all quiet now while I work." The nurse said matter-of-factly. "Stand up for a minute while I set things up."

Janine felt unsteady on her feet and was glad to settle back onto the examining table after the nurse put down some pillows. This time the nurse did not put Janine's feet up in stirrups. The pillows behind Janine's head, back and pelvis lifted her shapely torso up and let her legs and arms drop to the sides, out of the way. The nurse turned on a bright overhead light and turned a switch. Janine heard the sound of a compressor and realized that the nurse was going to paint her with an airbrush – that was a professional touch!

The artist-nurse had obviously done this design many times. She laid out a stencil on Janine's lower abdomen, taped it in place, and sprayed over it. Then she removed it and started to do spot painting on the background she had sprayed. She worked fast. Not able to see what the nurse was doing, Janine, still postorgasmic, became drowsy listening to the whirr of the compressor and the hiss of the airbrush. She dozed off for a while. She dreamed of penises and swinging balls, men with strong arms and broad shoulders, and being crushed in the embrace of.... Janine woke up with a start. The nurse immediately shut off her brush and chirped "You ok? You can't move like that, hon!" 

Janine settled back down to let the nurse finish the detail work. Most of the action seemed to be along a line from her belly button down to below where her pubic hair had been but there was also a lot of painting going on over her outer labia and crotch. Janine could also feel when she took a deep breath that there was paint to the sides of her belly button as well. 

But that was all! The nurse had not painted her face, her arms, her chest, or her back. Janine was disappointed that she would not have a full-body costume. Obviously her design was limited to her abdomen. What kind of body painting was that? She had expected her lovely breasts to be incorporated into the design. Then she remembered – she was here as a journalist, not as a vacationer. She was getting too involved and expecting too much. This was about reporting on the experience, not how well her tits were decorated. 

Finally, after taking much longer than Janine had expected, the artistic nurse stood up to examine her handiwork. "All done, hon! You can get up and look at yourself in the mirror!"

Janine expected to see something like a tropical beach scene, a bunny with tall ears or a sad clown with big eyes. She was totally unprepared for what she saw. She gasped in shock and stood motionless for a long time taking in the weird sight. 



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 11



The costume party started earlier than other entertainment at Iznoma Hedonia, in the late afternoon and evening, so that the guests could see all the detail of the artistry in the sunlight before the sun set, the paint got smeared and the costumes got torn in the throes of passion. Guests mingled, holding drinks and tasting the local seafood delicacy, conch etouffe, catered by the resort restaurant, La Diva. The men gorged on oysters in preparation for the night ahead and the straight or bi women nibbled suggestive, circumcised-looking wieners on bamboo sticks. The lesbians seemed to enjoy the artichokes. 

It all looked like a living art gallery colliding with a menagerie at a pool party in outer space. A surprising number of guests, surprising at least to Janine, were wearing actual costumes, although they were skimpy and had to be cool for the tropical climate of Iznoma Hedonia. The most popular costume had many variations: a fur-trimmed cape with a pink lining and a pink-colored cap on the head of the guest. All the wearer had to do is lift the cape and she became her own pussy, with her head for a clit. One woman had her belly button painted to look like a peehole and the inside of her thighs painted light red, so that when she stood with her feet together the illusion of a vagina was complete. Another had a pink hood on her cape, which made a great clit hood. The penises showed every conceivable variation of costume, from a flesh-colored caftan (worn by a tall man wearing a flesh-colored motorcycle helmet) to a fantasy prick made of painted styrofoam that stood upright from a man's groin, supported with a leather strap around his waist. There were lots of pimp outfits, and many of the strippers wore their skimpy working clothes, which, since they were not transparent, made them the most fully dressed people at the party! 

The body painting was even more spectacular and sexy. Some of the guests had finely drawn paintings on their backs and buttocks of tropical scenes or fantasy landscapes with moons hanging in the painted sky and rockets. One well-hung man had his shaved genitals painted to look like an elephant. Several of the women had pussy cats drawn on their pussies. There were lots of Greek statues, body and hair painted to look like white marble. One woman was painted to look like her face and body, including her crotch and ass, were splattered with white come. She even had a long whitish piece of dried glue tied by a thread to her nipple, so that it looked like come was dripping off her tit. It looked so real! Another woman had a very realistic picture painted on her back of a man humping her doggie style. In the front, there was a scene in superb perspective of a man, lying with his head forward, thrusting his big prick between her tits. 

Many of the guests accessorized their painted skin with unusual loincloths or wrap-around skirts made of transparent muslin material. Many women were painted by the village artists to look like they were wearing low-cut tops with their breasts spilling out (when they were really just hanging there naturally). Some of these wore flouncy peasant dress costumes, which, however, could be seen through, especially when they stood in front of the sun. Other women were painted to look like mermaids, their breasts exaggerated by the painted shadows and either a transparent green tube skirt or a long green loincloth to make it look as if their legs were joined together. Green slippers completed the effect. 

A tall, stocky man with a barrel chest and no neck was painted grey, wore a gray sarong, and had a cone-shaped hat on his head – he really did look like a swimming porpoise, and every time he moved his arms, which were painted blue except for a grey "fin" coming out of his shoulder, it looked like he was breaking the surface of the water. One woman was painted in an undersea design, each breast painted to look like jellyfish, with long tentacles painted across her abdomen. One woman came as a bunch of grapes, with her pendulous boobs and her round butt cheeks painted purple and purple balloons taped all over her brown-painted torso. 

Janine spotted the resort nurse across the lawn. Janine's imaginative and stunning design had been painted on her abdomen by this fantastic, libidinous, bisexual, long-legged multitalented nurse, who had decorated her, treated her cunt itch, and brought her to three convulsive orgasms, all in two days. The nurse was still in her unique uniform – she looked like she always did, nude as usual with her hat on and white stockings up to her thighs. Then Janine noticed the difference – the stockings were painted on this time! There also seemed to be something a little different about the nurse's pussy and it took Janine a few minutes to realize that there was glitter in the nurse's pubic hair, catching the late afternoon sunlight. Janine marveled at the artistic talent the resort nurse had shown, both in the pictures in the clinic and in the fabulous painting on Janine's body. Between art, nursing, and creative promiscuity, this was a young woman of many talents. 

Janine's own design was simply astonishing. An artistic triumph of body painting. 

In vivid colors, with a precision that looked like they were in three dimensions, with highlights that glistened as if they were moist and perfectly natural, the nurse had painted an enlarged image of Janine's sexual organs, as they might appear inside her, on the skin of her abdomen! Like a living anatomy book, everything was in proportion and on display: an oversize rosy pink cunt – exactly Janine's real color – opened into a beautiful, pink vagina that extended all the way up to her belly button and met a red uterus, where tubes led to big pink ovaries on both sides, a few inches below her untouched breasts. Great care had been taken with highlights and proportion but the dimensions were of course exaggerated, so Janine's painted clit looked huge. Her whole real pussy was painted into the entrance of her newly painted vagina, which seemed to an inside view, a wet inviting channel beckoning to any penis in the vicinity. The painting was, in a word Janine had just heard someone use, awesome. She felt as if her own body had been blown up, turned inside out and put on display, for the admiration of everyone she met! It was more than a little creepy but it was without doubt an artistic masterpiece!

Janine avoided all the guests' efforts to photograph her with her spectacular design but the resort photographer had snapped her anyway. She pleaded with him to burn the negative but he smiled and said that he would just alter her face in the darkroom so she couldn't be blackmailed.

Janine spotted the first man who had sodomized her the previous afternoon and greeted him with a kiss. He was wearing a pirate costume with the crotch cut out of his pants and his penis painted like a cutlass. He complimented her on her exquisite body painting and groped her breasts, saying that he had not gotten enough of her the day before. She laughed and said that he had got her ass and that should have been enough for any man. She was still feeling a little sensitive back there after her triple penetration and she thought she'd stick to cunt-fucking for the rest of the trip. He did have a good suggestion, though. He told her that next time she should got an anatomical body painting she should have an image of her rectum drawn on her lower back, just like the image of her vagina in front. She told him she would think about it. 

No matter where she went in this crowd of body artistry, Janine's anatomically correct, if larger than life, female reproductive tract stopped people in their tracks. Everyone wanted to touch Janine's uterus for good luck, even though it wasn't painted to be pregnant! For the first time since she grew boobs, when she was naked in public people looked and stared at something other than her tits! Her belly had never gotten so much attention! When it came to drawing stares, she was the hit of the party! 

That is, until Deidre made her entrance!

Deidre stole the show, of course, as she always did. She strode confidently into the throng, as she did twice a month at these costume parties, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, dressed in a masterpiece of body painting – a fully detailed, intricate and highly realistic dominatrix outfit painted onto her body as if she were wearing black leather. Her breasts were abundant and natural – they were very firm and did not move at all when she was young and they hung no more than a younger woman's now, but the slight sag of age must have made them even more enticing when they swayed from side to side as she walked and swung under her when men fucked her from behind. They looked as if they were separated by leather straps crossing over her chest but the firmness and lift were all natural. Her waist was painted to look like an extreme corset pulled very tight, with all the intricate lacing perfectly represented. Under the gorgeous, glistening paint it really was like a wasp's, not only tucked in but constricted all the way from her chest to her broad, womanly hips. And between those hips was an abdomen that, while no longer absolutely concave like it was in her 20's, was flatter than most women 20 years younger. Her exquisite long legs were painted with thigh-high black leather boots that looked completely realistic. And to complete the illusion and send a thrill through the crowd, a black mask was painted around her eyes and she carried a whip. 

Deidre moved easily among the guests, who clamored to have their pictures taken with her as a souvenir of their fabulous time at Iznoma Hedonia. Many of them would then never develop these pictures when they got home because they could not take film down to the corner drugstore that showed them dressed like a penis and standing next to a dominatrix. Others would send the film away to be developed and then hide the prints. But the many guests in the sex industry would frame the photos and put them proudly on their desks. 

Walking around next to Deidre was Marjorie, looking beautiful and strangely virginal in a white lace painted-on bridal outfit accessorized with a veil and head dress and a chiffon train, attached behind her to a loincloth belt. Her enticing swinging breasts were painted to look like lace ruffles on a demur wedding gown. From the tiara painted on her forehead to her perfectly-manicured toes, Marjorie was painted to look like she was wearing silk panties and stockings with garter belts under a transparent, flowing bridal gown – a masterpiece! 

Marjorie nodded from time to time to the men she had fucked that day but tried not to get wrapped up in conversations with them because she had to circulate. She used the occasion as an opportunity to meet more men she was going to satisfy over the next two days. As the designated pity fuck girl, it was her job to look for men who weren't getting any and to give it to them. Now that it was mid-week, she had to create opportunities to meet and pair off later with guests who needed her services, without them realizing it. It was hard work but somebody had to do it. Maybe this week she could come to the rescue of a girl, too, but that was pretty rare by comparison.

Compared to most events at Iznoma Hedonia, the costume party was relatively chaste. The body-painted guests didn't want their art work to be smeared or rubbed off too early, so they resisted being groped early on. The guests in costume wanted to stay that way, at least for a while. Everyone wanted to show off but after nightfall, when it became a little harder to see the detail and inhibitions had been drowned by the flood of rum drinks Deidre had provided on the house, things changed and the pent-up libidos started to get released. 

The guests started to pair off. A pirate captain was groping Goldilocks. Kneeling in front of his chair, a woman with a huge seahorse on her back deep-throated a blue genie with painted gold earings. He had worn a blue sarong earlier to hide his legs, to look more genie-like, and one foot was still in an oversized costume shoe that looked like Aladdin's lamp, but now the sarong was pulled up to reveal a big unpainted dick. On a chaise lounge, a woman who obviously didn't mind getting paint inside her cunt was getting fucked by a man with a very big dick painted like a barber pole. 

Janine danced with her back to a handsome but not very adroit young man decked out to look like a famous rock star. There was a guitar body painted on his belly and his dick was the neck, with frets marked off. He got close behind her and reached in front to put his hands on her ovaries, that is, the painted ones!, as if staking a claim to territory. Janine let him. He was good looking and it was only a matter of time now before her design flaked off anyway and the time had come to let go of inhibitions. Body painting does not last forever and neither does restraint, at least at Iznoma Hedonia! His hands wandered and as Janine danced she felt him stroke her belly, fondle her breasts, and then drop his hands to Janine's real clit, buried in her painted vaginal entrance. 

In the meantime, an impromptu show started in front of them! Together, while the man fingered Janine, they watched a lusty scene unfold involving as a slender young woman with brown hair and dark brown nipples on her breasts, who seemed vaguely familiar to Janine. 

The woman was "dressed" (actually with a seemingly transparent gown painted on her) as a provocative, sexy Princess Leia from Star Wars, complete with her long brown hair done up in those round side things. She twirled a few times to show off her slender body, long legs, and long arms with those tiny hands, which looked very familiar to Janine. The young woman then dropped to her hands and legs on a chaise lounge, head down flat, with her butt sticking up in the air, which she wiggled to attract attention. A man painted in black to look like Darth Vader stepped out from the crowd and positioned himself with his hands on her ass cheeks. Another man stepped forward on the other side of the crowd. He was painted to look like Han Solo, in a brown leather vest!  

Janine and the man groping her had to laugh – both of them had their erect dicks painted with fluorescent body paint, to look like light swords from the movie! 

Darth Vader Guy slipped a condom onto his long glowing cock and proceeded to enter her. There must have been a black light source somewhere in the lights because the light emanating from his penis was bright and looked eerie as it disappeared inside her. Han Solo guy had an even bigger dick and it glowed just as much. Princess Leia Girl took him in her mouth without a condom! While she was doing this, Darth Vader Guy pulled out of her obviously very wet cunt and, with all that lubrication shimmering on his glowing prick inside the condom, thrust deep into her anus! She yelped but it was obvious she knew that it was coming and she was not opposed!

The two movie rivals then had a ten-minute swordfight inside the girl's body! She obviously loved it! 

Then another man (Janine thought he might be the Luke Skywalker character but he was a little too tall and the hair wasn't quite right), lay on his back next to the woman on the chaise lounge and reached out his arms. Without hesitating, she crawled over on top of him, dragging over the Darth Vader Guy who was still inside her ass. Han Solo Guy, embedded deep in her mouth followed her, too. She lowered herself as best she could onto the second man's cock and someone from the audience helped to get his covered dick inside her cunt. It was a new world of space exploration! She must have felt absolutely stuffed in her pelvis and she could feel the two cocks rubbing against each other inside her, separated only by a thin wall! It took the men a while to coordinate their thrusts but Princess Leia Girl didn't seem to mind. She gasped just as much during the random pokes while the men were trying her out as when they coordinated. She obviously liked the feeling of being stuffed by three times the cock, entering all her holes at the same time, and experiencing the strange feeling of one cock sliding over the other deep inside her. 

Princess Leia Girl came to climax easily and naturally, impaled on the three men. It looked like a long, deep, satisfying orgasm, one of the best orgasm shows Janine had watched at Iznoma Hedonia! The only reason it wasn't noisy was that the woman kept the cock in her mouth the whole time. Princess Leia Girl then kept her position long enough for all three of them to come, in turn. It suddenly dawned on Janine, when she noticed that the woman had small hands, who the woman was: the masseuse who had brought her off the first night, and who finished her off with her first fisting ever! 

It was already two hours past sunset now. Janine wondered what the night would bring. Some guests were already washing the seat from dancing and their designs off in the open showers near the swimming pool. Other guests were already disappearing to their rooms to get ready for a late night of revelry. Janine was wondering whether to give up and go upstairs to have sex with the man fingering her, and not particularly imaginatively at that, when Marjorie came up to them and to her rescue. 

"Janine," Marjorie began, "if you're not busy, Deidre wonders if you want to come up to the penthouse." The penthouse was Deidre's apartment in the main resort building. Guests couldn't reach that floor on the elevator because it took a special key to access. 

Janine knew a better deal when she saw one. "I'll just take a shower and join you both in a few minutes." The man behind her lost his erection. 

"Don't bother showering," Marjorie said. Deidre wants you to come as you are! She wants face time with your reproductive organs!" 

Janine wasn't sure if Marjorie meant the painted ones, the real ones, or both! "Aren't you coming, too?" she asked. 

"Sorry, no," Marjorie replied. "I've got work to do! A, what do you call it in English – assignation? Anyway, I've got a date! I'm going to fuck that porn distributor we talked about this afternoon. He thinks he bumped into me at the costume party tonight by chance and he's so horny his eyes are white! He's going to buy me a drink at the bar in an hour." She turned to the guy who was trying desperately to pick up Janine. "Hey, I can get you laid by somebody in your own league. Give me your hand!" The bewildered young man let Marjorie lead him away, limp dick swinging, to meet a wallflower with glasses from Parma, Ohio, who had been taking tennis lessons since Sunday, not willing to let herself commit to abandon, and getting increasingly frustrated because her girlfriends were not showing up to sit with her at meals or spending time with her because they were all getting laid and she wasn't. This was Marjorie's chance to match up two pity fucks and cancel out her obligation to both. 

Janine didn't pay attention because she was still stunned. Deidre actually wanted time with her? Would it be in bed??

(To be continued.) 



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 12



Janine's hands were shaking as she punched the keypad of the elevator next to the "Penthouse" button. She had been asked to come up to Deidre's penthouse by an invitation sent through Marjorie, just as the costume party was winding down. It was a shock to her when Marjorie said she would not be coming along. Her new and dodgy European friend then disappeared. Knowing that Marjorie and Deidre often shared a bed, she had assumed that a lesbian threesome was in the making and that Marjorie would help her satisfy the older woman's legendary appetite for men and women. Now, the nervous would-be gonzo journalist would have to join the awesomely beautiful icon of extreme femininity in bed for the first time alone! Could she ever meet the expectations of the voraciously sexual Deidre by herself? 

Janine was so nervous that couldn't remember the code Marjorie gave her. Oh yes, she thought. It was 6942. She punched it in and the elevator rose, past the floor with the activity rooms and theater. A breeze from the air movement tickled her bare thighs and reminded her that she was naked. The elevator whooshed past the regular guest rooms, past the fourth floor (beloved of the gay guests), past the premium guest rooms, and finally stopping at the penthouse level. 

Janine's best feature was her tits and they were very nice, C-cup with huge pink areolas around the nipples. But she was a smaller woman and her boobs were nothing compared to Deidre's perfect mammary globes or Marjorie's ripe hanging fruit. She knew that Marjorie was almost a sexual match for Deidre but Janine could never keep up – they were out of her league! She wished she were not left to face Deidre alone. She wished Marjorie had come with her and not left her alone. She was scared!

Suddenly, Janine was very conscious of her body paint. She had spent the last four hours standing around, dancing, and drinking with big female reproductive organs painted on the pale skin of her abdomen, not thinking twice about it except as a joke. Now, about to face the awesome and publicly bisexual Deidre, Janine felt more naked than her nudity, as if those pink ovaries painted under her ribs were actually hers and Deidre would be able to see right inside her and judge her inadequate. 

Deidre herself had disappeared from the costume party about a half hour before. Probably to prepare for Janine, Janine thought. Why did Deidre want to see her privately? Was this simply about influencing Janine's story or was Deidre actually attracted to her? Why was she hot for Janine, when she could have her pick of any man or woman at Iznoma Hedonia? What sexual acts would Deidre desire from her? Did Deidre want to do something involving Janine's tits? Would Janine experience pleasure or would Deidre take what she wanted and leave Janine wanting and desperate? Would she turn into a full-time lesbian after experiencing love with Deidre? Janine had no idea and was frightened to her core, but still she was inexorably drawn to the fantasy of submitting to Deidre's sexual desire and releasing her own inhibitions by surrendering her will to the powerful, seductive, dominating, and more beautiful older woman.

Janine stepped out into a roofed colonnade, a long space between the elevator door and the entrance to the penthouse in front of her, open to the fresh, cooling sea air and with views of the ocean on one side and the town on the other. The bronze-colored columns tapered from the bottom to the top, like the shapely thighs of a woman lying on her back. There was a wooden bench, in case anyone had to be kept waiting, and some flowers in big clay pots. Tall Island traditional carvings, made from palm tree trunks, were mounted on brass brackets to the columns, made for a sort of outdoor art gallery to liven up the space. Janine glanced at the carvings as she passed, then did a double take and took a better look. The carvings obviously represented penises, with finely detailed copulating couples incised on the sides. Janine looked for lesbians among the figures on the carvings and didn't find any. 

The door to the penthouse was set in an entrance that looked like a boat, coming to a point at the top. The colored light fixture hung above the door looked like a pink pearl. The double doors were wide and covered with brown leather. Janine knew what it was designed to look like – the entrance to a woman. 

Janine approached the doorbell with sweaty palms. Janine noticed that the doorbell was a brown, round knob sitting on a rounded ceramic base the same shape as her own boobs but the same bronze color as the columns. Janine touched it gingerly and then pushed it and waited. Her mind wandered. 

Deidre was the most sexually alluring woman on the planet, a pornstar of global acclaim as well as a really astute businesswoman – the brains behind Iznoma Hedonia. Janine was just a young journalist with pale white skin, now beginning to tan a bit, a big rack with oversize pink areolas on her tits, apple-shaped ass, and a curvy body, who had been lucky enough to be assigned to write the story. Which she had already decided would not be a traditional personality profile or even an ironic travel piece on the libertine resort – no, she would write in a new style. Her magazine, Against Moss, had been famous for "gonzo journalism" in the 1970's – well, now it was 1985 and Janine was going to take it in a new direction – gonzo pornography! Her story was going to be a stream of consciousness, subjective, barely coherent rambling account of how she, herself, felt subjectively while she was getting ogled, seduced, felt up, fondled, fingered, shtupped, diddled, cornholed, and passed around the last several days. It was first-person journalism, eye witness to the "I" witness's feelings about the events that surrounding her and caught her up, free from the constraints of fact and narrative and liberated to follow....well, she wasn't sure exactly what but it sure sounded good. She'd work on the details, she thought, but that was how she would explain it someday to the hordes of journalism students who would come knocking at her door after she became famous as the inventor of "gonzo porn". 

But that confidence-building thought rapidly evaporated as her mind came back to the present moment. She had to confront the reality that there was no turning back. She had already pushed the doorbell. She was delivering herself up to the queen of sensual desire, to do with her – and to her – what the queen willed. She was submitting her body and her anxious mind to the experience, to abandon herself to rampant lust and to feel it coursing deep in her body, all the better to write about it later. She was a dedicated journalist. 

The door opened and a maid who was dressed in a staff uniform greeted Janine. She spoke with a mixed accent of Spanish and British and a casual "avast!", reflecting the heritage of the Islands and its infamous pirates. The maid asked politely if Janine was Janine and on being reassured that she was led the nervous journalist through the elegant entrance hall of the penthouse, with huge flowers on display in a big open vase on a marble pedestal, and into a side room. The maid smiled but did not comment on Janine's outrageous body art. Janine could only think that she had seen it all and was simply escorting another lamb to her slaughter. 

Passing through the entrance hall, Janine caught a glimpse of an elegant formal dining room to the right but the maid led her to the left, through what seemed to be a formal, British colonial-style sitting room into a smaller room in the back with huge louvered windows open toward the ocean, with a spectacular view of the mountain to the south (called "Mount Deidre" because of its rounded shape, protuberance on top, and slope on one side).

The lights in this room were turned down but the glow from the resort below and the brightness of the moon made it easy to see. The deep salmon-pink color of the walls gave her a warm feeling of being enclosed, or even inside something organic and natural. It was a strong feeling and she knew perfectly well what it was meant to represent. 

The penthouse was a tropical dream. It looked like a Caribbean villa on the beach, not a penthouse on top of a hotel. There were flowers everywhere. There was a sofa, where the maid had indicated she was to be seated, facing two loveseats, all upholstered in very soft leather and stacked with plush, yielding throw pillows. In the middle was a very large, low Oriental-style brass table – or possibly set of brass tables pushed together. Janine couldn't tell which because it was mostly covered with a deep-pile, oriental carpet, exquisite with pink flower designs with red centers against a bronze-ochre colored background. The table formed a platform large enough for two women to lie on. 

There were other furnishings, some of which seemed to have uses that were not obvious. Against one wall was a padded bench and a solid-looking chair with a padded seat and back that was set back at an angle, with no arms but with peculiar straps on each of the two front stair legs, at just the right place for a foothold. Janine stared at it, wondering what it used for. There were sturdy-looking hooks and rings mounted in the ceiling and Janine wondered what was hung on them. On one wall was a display case for a collection of dildos, at least a hundred of them, of all various sizes and styles. 

The maid came back in with a tall drink, one of the many special rum recipes served at Iznoma Hedonia. In her nervousness, Janine gulped the drink down before realizing that it was stronger than the usual pina colada and not as sweet. It was smooth, creamy, with a slightly salty taste and left a slippery feel in her mouth. She knew what it reminded her of. 

Janine looked around the room some more. Deidre had obviously spent a lot of time creating this little erotic nest for herself. The art in the room was exquisite and highly sexual. The paintings were nudes, mostly, with some scenes from mythology of Greek gods fornicating and other scenes of abandon, some lesbian and a few showing what looked like women with dicks. Statues of nude men with erections and women in all degrees of exposure and stages of copulation were scattered on bookcases and placed in niches in the wall with museum-style lighting. Deidre was so sophisticated, Janine thought. How could Janine ever measure up? 

But what caught Janine's eye after she sat down was right in front of her. On the table, just sitting there in plain sight, was a black leather belt and dildo strap-on harness with a large, firm, bright red silicone cock already fitted into the harness. Next to the strap-on was the usual bowl of condoms (seen everywhere at Iznoma Hedonia) and a big dispenser bottle of lubricant. 

Janine avoided looking at it for several minutes but here eyes always came back to the strap-on harness. She was sure it was not just left there for decoration. She wondered, in a panic, if this huge artificial member was left over from the previous guest or meant for her. Then she noticed that it was completely clean. It had either been cleaned thoroughly or it had never been used. It was obviously there for a purpose, Janine was sure now, not just left behind by the previously penetrated. She was also sure that she was the purpose. As the seconds dragged by, she stared the strap-on, unable to resist its erotic menace, comparing the dildo to dicks she had had. This was definitely larger. It was at least as large around as the hand of the masseuse who fisted her that first night, but it was much longer and – come to think of it, maybe it was thicker, because the masseuse had really small hands. Damn! Would it hurt going in? Would it stretch her beyond repair? Would it make her walk funny afterward?? Would she ever be the same again??? What if Deidre wanted her ass???! She found herself wondering how she could ever take it and started to hyperventilate. She was losing control of herself! She wanted to run away! And she didn't even know for sure if it was meant for her yet!

Just then, with flair and a swing of the hips, Deidre entered the room, in all her glory! She took Janine's remaining breath away, as she did all the lucky people, men and women, who had the chance to see her body close up. Janine felt butterflies in her stomach and worried that she might throw up from excitement. Then Deidre smiled at her, a tight-lipped feline smile, and Janine felt riveted to her seat and honored to be in the presence of towering mature and such powerful female-ness. 

Deidre's body painting was spectacular, of course, even more spectacular than Janine's. A black leather dominatrix outfit was painted right on her bronze skin. Leather straps were holding up her abundant, firm breasts and a wide belt with an intricate leather buckle was tightly constricting her unnaturally narrow waist, and straps from it were running across her wide, fertile-looking hips and between her shapely legs, sinking into the groove between her luscious full outer lips and up through the crack of her ass to reemerge behind her to connect with rings to her belt in back. Of course, it was all an illusion and when the resort guests at the party had looked closely, especially when it was still daylight, they could see that her big, succulent nipples were not really pushing through holes in the leather, that her thick, leaf-like normally leather-brown lips were camouflaged by black paint and hid her salmon-pink cunt only so long as her legs were closed, and that her high, firm breasts did not need any support. Her perfect skin or long blonde hair was no illusion, however. Deidre was astonishingly beautiful for any age. For a woman in her forties, she was unbelievable, a living monument to natural estrogen. 

Janine felt so inadequate.

"I like your uterus," said Deidre. It took Janine a moment to realize that Deidre was referring to the painted organ on her belly, a masterpiece of body art but one that made her a little self-conscious at the moment, as if Deidre could see her sexual organs right through her and into the confusion and turmoil she was feeling in them just then. 

"I like your leather straps. They look so real." Janine couldn't say more. She was wondering if Deidre was going to strap her down tonight with real leather straps. 

"You came," said Deidre in her sultry voice, starting the conversation over again. Was this a statement of fact about the invitation, a description of how Janine had spent the day, or a prediction?

Janine felt weak in the knees even though she was sitting down. "You invited me," she replied, with a shaky voice. Janine's clit gave a little spasm. How could she ever hold her own against this woman?

"I did," rejoined Deidre. "I wanted your company. You came here to do a job but you are doing more.... Much more...."

Janine almost choked as she said, "I am doing my job. I am experiencing what I will write about." Janine suddenly felt her cunt juice. 

Deidre smiled a half-smile, the corner of her left lip curling up. "And are you enjoying what you are experiencing?"

"Yes-s," Janine said in a low tone, as if this were a psychodrama and she was confessing her inner torment, torn between desire and apprehension. "I am experiencing pleasure I have never known." A small drop of her juice dripped and rolled down the inside of her leg. 

Deidre looked her in the eyes. "Would you like to experience more?"

"How can I experience more when what I have experienced is already so new and overwhelming?" Janine blurted it out. She felt her strength ebbing away. She thought she might faint. 

"You are playing with words now. We will simply play with those same words and in our imagination and passion we will score at new heights."

Janine felt like she would pass out with fear and passion. "I don't know if I am ready...." She squeaked in a tiny voice, starting to pass out from the tension. 

"Of course you are," snorted Deidre. "You are a journalist and you know many words. You should be very good at Scrabble with your vocabulary."

"What?" said Janine, confused. 

"You know, the word game." Deidre was bringing out a battered and obviously well used box of the game from under the sofa and was beginning to put the letter tiles face down on the table next to the dildo, which she shoved to the side. "We count only dirty words, gynecological terms, and names of famous lovers, pornstars or prostitutes. Since there are no dirty words with z in them, the letter z is wild, like a joker in cards. The word "cum" subtracts three points from your total if you use it because it's too easy and uses up too many valuable letters. You got it, hon?"

Janine was stunned. "You mean you just asked me up here to play a board game with you?"

"Sure, hon. It's a great icebreaker. It'll a great way to pass the time while we talk. We'll do that interview you want tomorrow morning but I thought we'd get to know one another first."

"So you didn't.... I wasn't.... You're not going to.... Oh, I thought.... " And Janine burst into tears from all her anxiety and foreboding. "I was so scared!"

"Hon! What's the matter? Come here to Deidre, baby." In a moment Deidre was standing in front of Janine, hugging her, kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair. "You got all worked up for nothing! It's just me!" 

Janine's face was beet red from embarrassment – here she had built up the encounter with Deidre in her mind and all the woman wanted was to play Scrabble! She was ashamed of herself! It was like that first day on the beach, when she couldn't take the overstimulation and had to run back to her hotel room like a scaredy cat. She couldn't control herself, like a mature woman!

Still, despite her shame, it felt wonderful to be in Deidre's arms. The older woman was much taller and was standing up, so Janine was looking straight at her pussy. There was the slightest whiff of fragrance, Janine stood up to respond to a sudden urge to kiss Deidre, who had to lean down a little but the kiss was full on the lips and passionate, but only on the lips. Then Deidre gathered Janine in her arms and Janine's face nestled in the deep valley between Deidre's full, ripe, firm breasts. Her own breasts were pushed against Deidre's warm lower chest. Deidre was holding Janine firmly and had wrapped her arms around her back. Janine's arms surrounded Deidre's exceptionally, almost freakishly narrow waist and her unnaturally flat and taught belly. Her belly was warmed against Deidre's womanly hips and her legs stood straight between Deidre's bronzed, shapely tapered thighs, her legs apart and bent at the knees. 

The two women stayed that way for a long time. Janine could feel the warm air rise from Deidre's groin. Deidre smelled warm and musky and Janine inhaled deeply. It seemed to Janine that she was drawing all her warmth and feeling from Deidre's body at that moment, flowing into her own body and lifting her up to float on.... 

It suddenly occurred to Janine that she was becoming very aroused. Another drop of vaginal fluid rolled out of her and ran down the inside of her leg. She felt confused. Was she being comforted or seduced? 

By now Deidre had sat down on the edge of the brass table, half on the carpet thrown over it and half on the cool metal and had drawn Janine to her. Her face was at the level of Janine's belly and she was looking at the younger woman's body artwork. Deidre traced her finger down the length of Janine's painted vagina. "Beautiful!" she said. "Can I see the real thing? Did Giselle" that was the first time Janine heard the name of the masseuse turned body paint artist "get the color right?" 

The last thing Janine expected, other than being asked to play Scrabble, was for this legendary seductress to ask permission for anything. Janine expected Deidre to get intimate with her cunt for sexual, not esthetic, reasons. She expected Deidre to take it when she wanted it. But this was a question about art. Anyway, Janine didn't know the answer to Deidre's question because she had not got a good look at her own vagina since it was painted – she needed a mirror to do that. But it seemed like a legitimate question – after all this was art. Without speaking, Janine thrust out her pelvis in response and pulled her big, youthful, puffy banana-shaped outer labia apart with her fingers. Giselle had painted over them to incorporate her entire real vulva into a huge painted cunt, sitting in her crotch at the bottom of the oversized painted vagina that ran up the middle of her belly to a painted cervix where her bellybutton was. Opened up for inspection, Janine's real vagina was a light, bubble-gum colored pink. Her painted vagina was a slightly paler shade of pink with white highlights to make it look moist and glistening. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 12



"Close! Giselle did a good match!" said Deidre, looking up Janine's twat. "You're not quite as dark as I am!" The older woman opened her shapely bronzed thighs and with her fingers spread apart her own, more elegantly curved outer pussy lips. Sure enough, she was a darker, salmon shade of pink. 

Even internally, Deidre was more beautiful than she was, Janine thought. She just couldn't compete but then why should she? What was she competing for? Deidre had asked her to visit, so obviously Deidre liked her but what did the older woman expect of her? A moment ago they were talking about playing Scrabble and now they were playing show and tell. It was so confusing. What was going on? Was she being seduced or was this just a pleasant intimate evening between two nude women showing their pink off? She felt way out of her league. But in the end, so what. There was no turning back now. If Deidre was going to seduce her the only sensible thing to do was enjoy the experience. 

Deidre sensed that Janine was getting over her apprehension and yielding to her without a fight. "Your body is much prettier in real life than your painting...." Deidre whispered. She had seen the second bead of juice rolling down Janine's thigh. 

Janine nodded. "Deidre...." She paused. "I'm so confused. I thought you wanted me and I didn't know if I could do it or if I wanted to. Now we're not doing it after all and I think I want you."

Deidre rose slightly, and without a word kissed Janine between the younger woman's breasts and pulled her gently down onto the carpet-covered brass table, which Janine quickly realized served as a wide, firm platform with room enough for two bodies. A few letter tiles were pushed off and fell on the floor. 

Once on the table Deidre quickly took control, nuzzling Janine's neck and kissing her, this time with tongue, and kneeling over the smaller woman, who felt overpowered but strangely secure as the woman above her had her way with her. Deidre ran her hands over Janine's body with slow caresses, racing the outlines of Janine's wide pink areolas, stopping at the sides of her lovely breasts, and flicking or gently twisting Janine's nipples, which stood up erect and inviting. Deidre licked and kissed Janine's buoyant breasts and sucked hard on her nipples, taking in a mouthful of Janine's soft tit flesh first on one lovely breast and then on the other as her knee rubbed rhythmically against Janine's cunt. 

It went on like this for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minutes, until Deidre sat back up and without warning moved her hands to Janine's now-gushing cunt, pushed three fingers in, and curled them inside Janine, rubbing the rough vaginal tissue of her G spot and causing Janine to try to sit up in surprise but to fail, falling back on the carpet-covered table and quickly losing all control, as all her pent-up sexual tension burst forth in a long, fluid orgasm during which she squirted for only the second time in her life. A woman had made her ejaculate both times! Was she going lesbian? She didn't have energy to think about it through her fog.

Deidre slowed for just a minute as Janine lay there gasping. "That's good, hon. Now one more and you'll be good for the long haul." Then she started up again, fingering Janine back to full arousal, then positioning Janine on the low table like a rag doll with legs spread and licking her, sucking up Janine's abundant secretions with gusto and flicking Janine's clit with her tongue from time to time, which caused the smaller, younger woman to jump each time as if she were shocked with electricity. It did not take long for Janine to come again, with a loud moan she didn't even try to suppress. 

Janine lay back, spent, but Deidre got on the loveseat and spread her classically-shaped bronzed legs to and expose her deep pink pussy, breaking through the painted dominatrix costume as if the painted leather strap, made to look as if it ran between her legs and covered her own cunt, had split down the middle. 'Come over here and bring me off with your mouth," Deidre commanded. 

One look at Deidre's cunt and Janine felt infused with new energy. She got off the table as quickly as she could to kneel in front of Deidre. Janine had never performed cunnilingus before she came to Iznoma Hedonia and now she was making up for lost time, as if she was a recent and enthusiastic convert from straight to lesbian. She licked Deidre's soft parts thoroughly, from clit hood to taint and lovingly inserted her tongue in Deidre's vaginal entrance, which in her sexual frenzy she still noticed tasted funny – good but funny. Then she settled on Deidre's clit, first lapping at it and slowed down by Deidre pulling back her pelvis and sharply telling her to take it easy. Janine felt ashamed all over again, and started over, taking a long time, with slow tongue strokes as Deidre played with her hair, signaling by the firmness of her touch how she wanted to be pleasured. 

It didn't take long for Deidre to relax and, moaning in satisfaction, let herself go with a nice, long orgasm coming from deep in her pelvis, accompanied by with a tingling feeling in her abundant breasts, something she never told her lovers because the unusual sensation was her little secret, the one thing among the many erotic features of her marvelous body that she did not share freely with the world. 

Janine was rewarded with a sudden wetness from Deidre's vagina and there was that taste again. "Deidre," Janine said after they had both recovered a little, "your cunt tastes sweet." They had moved form their positions and were lying next to each other on the table. Deidre was fondling Janine's pussy, pulling on her stretchy inner lips in a cuddly interlude. 

"Thank you, hon, I like yours too."

"No, Deidre, I mean for real. Clean cunts taste a little salty" she said, with the experience of about four, all in the first few days of this week, "and sometimes a little fishy" which she had only been told – she didn't know from experience other than the occasional odor of other women in the locker room at school, "but yours tastes like sugar." 

"A little tart, like lemony?"

"Yeah! Exactly!"

"Oh, hon, don't be silly. I just had a popsicle up my twat an hour ago, that's all."

Janine looked at her oddly. "What?" 

"Me and a guy were just fooling around and he told me I was sweet as a popsicle. I told him I was sweeter. So he went to the store and got one and then dared me to show I was sweeter. So I squatted down and shoved it up my vag and then he sucked on it and said I was right! It tasted sweeter!"

"That's kind of weird. How did it feel?" 

"Cold. Sure it's weird but you have to do that kind of thing from time to time to keep the crowd interested, especially this crowd, 'cause they've seen everything. Speaking of ice, it's also good when you want to make your nipples stand up and when you want to numb up parts of your body. Do you want Celestina," apparently the name of the maid, "to bring us a chunk of ice you can put up your own vag, so you can go fast with less pain or do you want to take if very slow and build up?"

"What are you talking about?" Janine was still thinking about Deidre's twat and hadn't quite made the transition to talking about her own.

"Ravishing that beautiful little cunt of yours – the real one – with that big dong over there," Deidre nodded toward the dildo in its harness. "Isn't that why we're here?" 

"Uh, I don't think I want that...."

"Sure you do. If you didn't you'd have run away before I came in the room. Besides I want it and I know you want to feel how it is to satisfy my wants." Deidre was completely sure of herself. 

"Uh, how do you know that.... or what.... I want...." But it is true that Janine had just licked Deidre to orgasm and enjoyed doing it. And would do it again if Deidre asked her to. But could she admit that she might be receptive to being penetrated to her depth by a long thick hard plastic cock mounted on the voluptuous body of this captivating older, in-control woman who....

"Because we're having this discussion and you're not walking away. I'm talking about penetrating you deep and wide with a big red dildo strapped to my pelvis and you can hardly wait. You're already dripping thinking about it." 

Janine was shocked but she knew how Deidre knew. The older woman had been stroking her between her labia and had inserted her finger deep into Janine's twat again. She must have felt the gush and spasm in her vagina that happened at the moment that Deidre mentioned the strap-on. Janine felt it herself but had tried to keep it secret. Deidre pulled her fingers out of Janine and returned to the sofa. She then lifted Janine up by the hips to get her to move and positioned her lying on the brass table with her butt on the edge. Janine right butt cheek was on the carpet and felt warm but her left butt cheek was on the metal and was cold at first. 

"We've got to get you ready so this big monster over there" Deidre nodded toward the strap-on "feels good and doesn't tear you to pieces."

Janine wanted to say no but she didn't really want to say no and by the time she figured out what to say (kind of a weak "no") Deidre had applied a big dollop of lubricant to her fingers and was putting them back in Janine's vagina. She pushed two fingers up Janine and then three and then pulled her opening to one side and then the other a few times to loosen Janine up. The younger woman was getting very aroused again, but was able to contain herself better this time because of her two earlier orgasms. Then Deidre brought her other hand between Janine's legs and put two, then three fingers of her other hand up Janine's barely resisting pussy and pushed in and out, slowly. She then raised her elbows and turned her hands down and around at the wrists so her palms faced outward. She Janine's opening apart slowly, stretching Janine with her fingers. Janine opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out – Deidre stopped short of causing her pain. Deidre stopped to let Janine relax for a while and then did it again, each time trying to pull Janine's cunt open a little wider. It was becoming a game to both of them and Janine herself was thrilling to the challenge: how far could she go? She wished she could see herself! She must be quite a spectacle, still painted and with this cunt-within-a-cunt getting a workout. 

After a half hour of this, Janine was keeping her gape open for several minutes after Deidre let go. Finally, just after Janine had been stretched one last time and was gaping wide, Deidre reached over and got the intimidating red dildo strap. Janine could see that it was actually a double dong – there was an extension that went up into the wearer's own cunt while she used it. Whatever happened to Janine, Deidre was obviously going to enjoy this! 

Janine sat up to watch Deidre put on the monster dick. In a haze of emotion, as if contemplating her own doom, Janine watched as Deidre put lube on the back end of the dildo and then inserted it (roughly, it seemed to Janine, like her pussy was used to being manhandled) into her vagina, smiling as she did and strapping the harness to her pelvis. 

It was like Deidre's painted-on dominatrix outfit came to life. The outfit was complete now, with a foot long, red reinforced dong standing out straight from between her legs. Another seven inches in the back fit up inside her in back and couldn't be seen. That part was made of more flexible material and custom molded to curve into her own vagina perfectly. It was obviously designed to rub Deidre's own G-spot and clit at the same time, while she used the strap on women like Janine. 

Deidre poured gobs of lubricant on the big red dildo sticking out from her crotch, smearing and spreading it with both hands and sighing from the movement, which the back part to move inside of her but looking as if she were masturbating a huge penis growing out of her own body. As she manipulated the huge dildo, Deidre stared at Janine and smiled, almost purred, obviously enjoying the sensations from the part deep inside her own cunt but enjoying even more the prospect of ravishing the younger woman. 

Janine watched all this with wide eyes, knowing that this huge dick was going to stretch her to the limit very soon and knowing she was going to let it happen. Could she take it? Would it split her open? Would she ever be the same again? Would she be able satisfy a man and to bear children after this penetration? Would she ever walk normally in the years to come? It was time to find out.

Deidre pushed Janine back on soft carpet on the low table, knelt on the floor between Janine's legs, and positioned her cock at Janine's open entrance. Janine took a deep breath. "Breathe, Janine!" Deidre said. "Don't hold your breath! It's easier if you breathe!" Janine exhaled and at that very moment Deidre leaned forward and pushed. Janine felt the rounded tip go into her a little way, spread her, and center itself inside her hole but almost immediately the full dimensions of the cock filled her entrance up and started stretching her. The dildo was firm and smooth. At first Deidre kept up a steady pressure but Janine's vagina yielded only very slowly, despite the careful preparation. The dildo was much bigger than Deidre's eight fingers. It went in an inch and then stopped. Janine bit her lip – this was hard and it was starting to hurt. Deidre kept up the pressure and the long prick moved in another inch. Janine started to sweat. 

Deidre started rocking back and forth and the thick dildo slid a little further into Janine's resisting cunt. She felt stuffed already. The dildo went in a little more. Janine noticed a change – she felt a fullness high up and deep inside in addition to a stretching feeling that was so intense it was starting to make her feel sick. Then Deidre's rocking motion pushed the fat cock further into Janine and the stretching stayed about the same. From then on, Janine felt a sliding feeling but the stretching didn't get any worse. The feeling started to change as Janine's vaginal got used to the invader and relaxed a bit. The early pain turned into something else – first a sense of triumph and then a craving for more as the pleasure started to grow. Deidre kept rocking. The dildo went deeper. Janine could feel that Deidre's legs were closer to hers, too. Her own clit felt the presence of a warm body coming nearer. 

Janine felt impaled on a post, barely able to move one way or another, pinned down by the rigid shaft. She gasped as the dildo hit something deep inside her – that had to be her cervix! That meant the dildo was filling her up faster and going deeper than she thought. Janine felt funny in the pit of her stomach as the long dildo rubbed across her cervix, that little doughnut at the entrance of her womb, and kept going, deeper inside her pushing on until it reached the very top of her vagina, then stretched her beyond, testing the limits of her upper vagina just as the lower vagina had been tested, until Deidre couldn't push any further without hurting her. Janine was stretched as far as she could go, further than she had ever been, and further than she would ever be until she would give birth, she imagined. Janine couldn't tell how far in it was but Deidre later told her nine inches! 

Deidre kept rocking back and forth and the dildo now moved in and out about an inch with each stroke. Janine was getting used to it now and it was no longer agony. Her vagina gave little weak twitches but did not resist any longer. A few minutes later, Deidre was even able to slide another half inch. 

It was time to fuck. Deidre switched to a pistoning movement, thrusting her hips forward and back, changing the angle of the part of the cock inside Deidre as well as the angle of penetration into Janine, alternatively throwing her head back and enjoying the pleasure from the back part of the dildo, which was moving inside her own cunt, and leaning over Janine until their big tits touched, showing Janine that Deidre was in control of her body and her sex. 

And Deidre was in control – in every way! Janine was pinned by the huge shaft and couldn't move but Deidre had worked on her mind so she didn't want to move – didn't have a thought in her head anymore, really, except to focus on the thrusts and the movement of the big cock deep inside her. Janine became her own cunt. There were just two things in the world that mattered, her body and a penis, and that's all there was in the world. She had given up will and expectation and was drifting on the feeling of being stuck on a stick and manipulated by another woman. 

Deidre was pounding away, meanwhile, adjusting her rhythm and the depth of her strokes to suit herself and letting Janine follow along. Janine felt possessed, penetrated to her depths, so full she was incapable of squeezing or bearing down on the massive prick inside her, and riding Deidre's wave, which had taken over any natural rhythm of her own. Janine's body had been taken over her pelvic piston. When Deidre pulled back, it was like her insides were being sucked out. When Deidre thrust, it was like her insides were stuffed. She could only take it and moan with mounting excitement until she reached the edge of endurance. Deidre held her there for what seemed hours, slowing when Janine showed signs of approaching orgasm, speeding up when Janine struggled for control, arching her back away from Janine when the smaller woman reached for Deidre's breasts, and leaning on top of her when Janine gasped for air. 

Finally, at a time of her choosing, not Janine's, Deidre changed the angle to push even harder against Janine's G spot, rolled her hips in a sweeping motion, thrust her cock forward several times, and slapped Janine's breasts with her open palms to shock her. Janine lost herself in a wave of orgasm, sobbing and spasming all through her pelvis as her over-stretched vagina tried but failed to squeeze down on the intruder that possessed her. Janine shouted out, it was so intense, as wave after wave of incomplete, ineffectual contraction rippled out from her frustrated cunt through her stuffed pelvis as Deidre continued to pound her through the peak of Janine's orgasm and keeping up the pace even through the excruciating hyper-sensitivity that followed as Janine thought she couldn't take it anymore until she suddenly got hit with a second massive orgasm, her fourth with Deidre that night, which felt like she was suddenly flushed with heat and the warmth spread from a center in her cunt through the rest her body all the way from her tits to her toes. 

It took Janine a long time to focus again after that. By that time Deidre, kneeling above her, was orgasming herself and obviously really enjoying it. Deidre was panting open-mouthed as her hips bucked and the cock rocked inside Janine but the back end of the cock was also moving inside Deidre herself, giving them the experience of a shared penetration and reciprocating every motion. Janine, through her postorgasmic haze, watched Deidre as the older woman's lascivious body elegantly arched and bent in response to the climax rippling through her. Janine felt so connected that for a moment Deidre's pleasure was her own. She was proud and honored that Deidre had made her the instrument of Deidre's sexual satisfaction! 

After the two women recovered somewhat, Deidre pulled out of Janine, unbuckled her strap-on, pulled the dildo out of herself, and lay on top of Janine, resting on her elbows, letting the younger woman suck on her nipples lazily. The maid, without having to be called, came into the room, and put down a tray with two cold drinks. She then gathered up the used strap on and put the dildo in a plastic bag, obviously, Janine thought, to clean and sterilize it for the next girl, and then left, without a word. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 12



They lay like that for a long time, until Deidre got up and said to Janine, "You still want to do that interview tomorrow morning?" Unexpressed, but hanging in the air, was the thought that a conventional journalist would not be objective after this little experience. But Janine had a different view. The new style of writing she would create – gonzo porn – was going to record the writer's feelings and reaction to an experience like this, not mundane facts. 

"Sure," Janine said, realizing that they were back down on earth. For Janine, nothing had changed even though everything had changed. She paused for a minute. "You didn't really invite me here for a game of Scrabble, did you?"

Diedre looked at her. "What do you think, hon?"



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 13



Deidre's image as the sexiest stripper before pole dancing became popular was part of the draw to Iznoma Hedonia. Her reputation for sensuality -- even carnality -- drew visitors to the sex-friendly resort from the first day it opened. Long after she had been through her Rolodex of contacts in the adult film and sex industry and the first season's wave of guests from the sex industry had gone home, her personal larger-than-life reputation and the sensual experience she personified kept the guests coming back, spreading the word among their friends, and longing for the one protected place where it seemed that the hunger for raw, driven sex could finally be satiated. Now it was 1985, her business was spectacularly successful and she was famous, even at the advanced age of 45, for being the epitome of beauty and sex. 

But where did she come from and how did she get to be the physical embodiment of extreme femininity?

Deidre was sitting in front of Janine, for the interview. The two women sat in Deidre's private office, up in her penthouse, surrounded by elaborately framed, larger-than life black-and-white close-up pictures of Deidre's body. Janine was sitting under a blow-up of Deidre's big clitoris. Deidre was sitting under a big art print of her own mammogram, on pink paper. It would be the only time during Janine's visit to Iznoma Hedonia that she got to explore Deidre's personal story, although she knew some of it from reading the classic, highly-praised erotic story "Emily's Experience". Today, she was going to get the inside story for her magazine, Against Moss. The story no one had heard before. 

Janine had slinked back to her own room the night before, after her fuckfest with Deidre, slept it off, and was now back at the penthouse, dressed as modestly as anyone at Iznoma Hedonia every got in the resort loincloth and the second flimsy muslin strip as a top. She told herself that she had covered her tits that morning just because she wanted to look business-like but she and Deidre both knew that it was an overreaction in response to the intimacy of the night before. 

Deidre was not wearing resort clothes, because she was going out after the interview. She was dressed in a miniskirt so tight her luxuriant boobs were barely contained and Janine could see the perfect shape of Deidre's flat abdomen and wide hipbones which curved inward toward the little mound visible under the fabric stretched over her groin. After the interview Deidre was going to visit the Attorney General of the Islands Government, a powerful politician with whom she kept company overnight at least twice a month in the capital, for reasons of both pleasure and business insurance. She would leave that afternoon for the two-hour drive to the capital and might not be back before Janine left Iznoma Hedonia, depending on whether she and the gentleman made it a weekend. 

Janine was direct. "I've seen and I've gotten to know and appreciate Iznoma Hedonia. It is a dream of sensuality that came entirely from your own mind. But now I want to understand where that vision came from. You didn't need to be a stripper to be successful and you didn't need to own a strip club to make big bucks. You could have done anything and you would have been a success. What shaped you and how did you start on this path in your life? You are beautiful -- that is putting it mildly -- and very smart and your business sense is second to none. Even if you were not such a fantastic businesswoman rich men would have given you anything you wanted to be with them. How did it happen that a woman with everything going for her would choose sex as a career and trade on her body, right from the beginning?" 

Deidre thought for a moment and then spoke in her husky voice. "First of all, you don't get it. You see sex as something dirty and beneath the talent of someone like me. You don't understand that sex, physical desire, and the pleasures of the carnal senses" Janine quickly wrote that phrase down "are what motivate me and always have. I have always had a very strong sex drive and I didn't want it to be suppressed in my life. I intended to make sex my life, from the beginning. I wanted to show off my body and I wanted a body to show off that nobody else could match. I wanted to be able to pick any partner I wanted -- to have my pick of any man to penetrate me with his cock and work hard to pleasure me. To me sex was a goal above everything else. My availability for sex was a means to an end. My attractiveness and my availability, what you might call promiscuity," Deidre arched her eyebrows as if accusing Janine, who had been getting herself screwed all week, of hypocrisy, "gave me power and made other things possible, so that I could acquire wealth and the means to get my own needs satisfied whenever I wanted." 

Janine found Deidre's honesty breathtaking. "How did it start?" she asked. 

"I was the daughter of two very beautiful and rich parents, with great genes and no brains. I don't know where I got mine from. The two of them met on the West Coast, and in no time they got married and I was born. I inherited my bone structure and boobs from my Dutch mother, whose family had been in America a long time, and my face and sex drive from my randy British father, who was a new arrival. He was a bit of a coward and was trying to stay out of the British Army, which had already gone to war. But he was later drafted into the US Army and couldn't get out of it because he was perfectly healthy. He got himself killed in France. My mother moped around for a long time and, frankly, neglected me. She sent me to religious boarding school. 

"One day, when I was in my last year of high school, I got called to the school office. There was my mother's brother, who was a lawyer. He told me my mother had died and by her will my uncle was now the executor of the estate and my guardian, although I didn't really need one because I had just turned eighteen. Well, my life changed completely and then again it didn't change at all. 

"My uncle moved into my parent's house and made himself at home. I graduated and nobody came to my graduation -- nobody! I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I came home to the house that summer and the first thing that happened was my uncle tried to get me in his bed! I wouldn't sleep with the old bugger, so in retaliation he interpreted the rules of the will very strictly. 

You see, my mother was kind of careless and she didn't keep the will up to date -- it was written when I was a kid. Of course I wanted to go to college and make something of myself -- I got good grades in high school. But my uncle told me that he was going to enforce the terms of the will that said I had to go to a church school and live on campus. He said that since it was my mother's clear intent that I had to go to a church boarding school for high school, and the will did not specify the level of education, he was going to enforce her wishes for college, too. At that age and having really grown up in a religious school, spending more time as a celibate was the last thing I wanted. He told me it was for the best because I was still young for my age -- I really hadn't even started to develop breasts -- and needed the discipline. But it was really because he was pissed off that I wouldn't commit incest with him -- I had a pretty face then, even if my body was undeveloped. Then there was the worst part -- he showed me where it said in the will that I had to remain a virgin until I finished my schooling! And the trust fund and my liberation from the terms of the will wouldn't happen until I was 25! I guess my mother thought I was irresponsible. 

"But I was smarter than he was. I knew from my friends at school about a church college about 300 miles away (too far away for him to want to come visit) that had a credit-sharing connection with a bigger church-sponsored school in the same town that had an affiliation with a state college nearby. It took me seven years to graduate, which I stretched out by getting a master's degree too, but I stayed away from home and my uncle for seven years. 

He thought I was lazy and didn't want to work but if I wasn't going to fuck him he was just as happy I was living so far away and he didn't have to deal with me. For the first two years I had to take all my courses at the hick school I got my first degree from, so I took as many business courses as I could and tried to catch up on my sleep in the religion courses. But after I finished the business degree requirements, I started taking almost all my classes at the state school. It only took a few applications for credit transfer, acting innocent to get instructor's permission, and a little forgery. Then I figured out a way to stay to get my master's degree in church social work, which was another cover for taking lots of courses from departments in the state college. I didn't have to leave for another three years."

"By that time I knew that when I turned 25 and got control of my trust fund I was going to break out but I didn't want to just go wild. I had learned a lot of discipline denying myself sex for so long. I thought maybe there was a career path I could make for myself in the one thing that had been denied me all those years. I took every course I could that had to do with sexual relations -- biology, social work, psychology, counseling -- this was right at the beginning of the Sexual Revolution and people were interested in these things, so there were lots of classes and lectures. I knew there was a career for me in sex studies. I also figured out how to have every kind of sex imaginable that didn't involve penetration, mostly with girls and guys I could trust not to try to break me in, but I stayed away from real men who might get carried away and bust my hymen. My pervert uncle had me checked by one of his doctor friends once a year. 

"The best thing that happened to me, though, was during that first year. Since I didn't have any place anymore to go during the holidays, I looked up my aunt in San Francisco. She was my father's sister, the one we never talked about -- the black sheep of the family. I had found her address and phone number at home that summer. I took the bus to see her -- first time we had met! -- and it was a real eye-opener! I learned so much! One thing she told me right off is that the women in our family were very late bloomers. She hadn't even grown tits until she was in her late teens and now she was really big up top. My mother was the same way, even though they were unrelated, so I got a double dose of late blooming genes, I guess. 

"My aunt was a dominatrix. She got into it early. My aunt taught me a lot about what men wanted. When she first turned out she had some johns who liked young girl fantasies and since she hadn't developed much yet, even though she was of age, it became like her specialty. She was earning her a lot of money, more than she had been making from straight prostitution, but then her body started to develop. She had already noticed that there was a certain really exaggerated super-female body type men craved in a dom. So she started body training when she heard about it from one of the other dom girls. She was finally filling out herself so she figured her late development was a gift -- a chance to shape her body the way she wanted it. Her big thing was to wear a corset and over the years she had tightened it and shrunk her waist so it was unbelievably small. A big man could wrap his hands around her middle. My aunt showed me books where women had done that to themselves and got really tiny waists, like a wasp or an hourglass, and that showed ads from a hundred years ago that showed that women did this all the time back then. 

"My aunt had me strip naked and looked and felt me all over and told me that if I wanted to do corset training, now was the time -- it was perfect because I was only just beginning to fill out and my body was very flexible could be shaped more easily. At my hick college, everyone wore sweatshirts, frumpy frocks, and loose clothes to hide their girly shapes -- heaven forbid they be attractive to anyone! -- and we each had individual rooms for modesty. No one would have to know my secret, as long as I didn't let anyone put their arm around my waist and nobody really touched each other anyway, even in sports. My aunt got a couple of training corsets made for me and I laced up!

"It wasn't easy. I was still developing and my boobs were growing very fast. As I filled out, I still kept lacing myself tighter and tighter instead of getting bigger corsets. I wore the corset all night in bed and most of the day and always during classes. I had trouble staying away during some of the classes so I pinned a ribbon from the back of the corset to the front so that it would rub my clit under my panties. That helped me stay awake during boring lectures. 

"My aunt had had problems with backaches because what she did made her abdominal muscles weak. But I did a lot of exercises in the gym without the corset on to keep my muscles toned and to keep my weight down as my body grew up. I also did weight lifting for girls to build up my upper body while my boobs were growing and did a lot of running to shape my legs. Our stupid school didn't allow dance, which would have been more fun, but that was ok because in leotards (which my school would never have allowed) people would have seen how extreme my body was getting and I had to hide it. It took three years but eventually my waist was permanently shaped like an hourglass, even without the corset on. I still like to wear one at night -- I must have gone through a hundred in my life. 

"I was spending lots of time with my aunt on weekends and holidays but nobody got my cherry -- I couldn't afford to give it up because then I'd lose everything coming to me in the will! But I was desperate for a real sex life and a career and preferably the two together, so I learned as much as I could for the day when I could bust loose. 

"I stayed away from boyfriends. Got really good at masturbating rubbing my clit. I kept fingers and dildos out of my pussy, just in case, to keep my cherry. My dumb girlfriends at school just thought my boobs were getting big fast -- which was true. They didn't realize that at the same time I was pulling in my waist size because I had been so undeveloped and skinny before and nothing was changing that they could see underneath my clothes."

"So anyway, in my last year at school I was filling out really well, had my body shaped to kill, I was horny as hell, and just about to turn 25 and get control of my trust fund when I got word that my uncle had killed himself." Janine gasped. "There was nothing left but the house. He had drunk and gambled and mismanaged all my money and he knew he was dying of cirrhosis, so he took a gun to his head and made a mess all over the bedroom of the old house. I had to borrow money from my aunt to get it cleaned up so I could sell it to pay off the debts! So after all that trouble and damned abstinence and hiding myself, I had nothing to show for it and I was getting a seven-year late start on my sex life, thanks to the son of a bitch! But I did have my virginity and that was unusual. I figured that was worth something so I wasn't going to just give it away! Not after so long. Since after all those years I knew how to discipline myself, I decided I could wait a little longer and make it pay. 

"So I went back up to San Francisco and worked for my aunt, doing fetish work at first until I decided on the future of my career and my sex life. I helped my aunt out doing non-penetrative sex fantasies with men who were into kinky stuff. They loved my extreme figure and I looked much younger than 25, which played to their kinks. Sometimes I dressed up in old-timey clothes and pretended to be a Victorian virgin or a damsel in distress. Most of them were rich and some of them were really powerful -- a lot of lawyers. My aunt was great to me and she came up with a great idea for how to lose my virginity. She knew a lot of horny rich men, both customers and in her social circle and among the politicians she paid off. Why not put my most valuable asset on the market? So we auctioned off my virginity!" Janine couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"The Pill was still brand new then but my aunt's doctor was using it and started me on it. A lot of working girls went to him. My aunt spread the word that a virgin was available and we were open for business. She took bids for a month and they got higher and higher as more men learned about the auction -- they went through the ceiling when she had a bunch of pictures taken of me in the nude and showed them around. By that time I was starting to fill out -- I was only a C-cup but I was growing fast" Janine winced because that was her size and she thought she was pretty big for her height, "and my boobs were all-natural. I had this unnatural tiny waist and I was pretty. I was a wet dream for any middle-aged rich guy pervert. 

"The guy who paid the most acted like he had died and gone to heaven. He worshiped me in that bed. He was all kissy and handled my boobs like they were made of gold and he even came one before we got started with actual penetration. I liked him well enough, though. For an older guy he was OK looking. I was glad that my first dick was someone who appreciated me and even happier that it was big and long. He paid a lot of money for me but I earned it. The first time I had a penis in my cunt. He started off all slow and pushed into me all gentle but nothing was happening -- it felt good to me but he just couldn't get it in far enough because of my hymen. So he said I'm sorry and just rammed it in me! I felt a pop and it hurt and then he was sliding. He felt huge because I was so tight! Pretty soon the pain disappeared completely and it felt wonderful -- best feeling I ever had was that day with a guy I wouldn't normally look twice at! He was so excited about being my first ever that even though he had already come once he came inside me fast and I felt how slick and slippery it gets and once it stopped hurting I loved it. I had come many times from masturbating and playing with my friends, of course, but this was the first time I had had a cock and within seconds after he came in me I had my first vaginal orgasm! It was sloppy and long and tingly and wonderful! I wanted more so I let him do me a second time even though that wasn't part of the deal. I came again and again and my pussy started to feel stretched and even more lubed and then he came again and I felt a warm gush inside and it was great. He couldn't do it any more after that but I rubbed out two more orgasms with my fingers sliding in my slippery hole. I didn't mind a little blood on the slop. Still don't. 

"I didn't tell him that my aunt had started me on birth control pills already so he might have had the idea that maybe he would knock me up the very first time I had sex. That happens to some girls, when they don't use protection. I walked away from that lay feeling really great about finally being sexual for real and never looked back. Now I had money of my own in the bank, a stake to get started in life -- maybe a little late but better late than never -- and I knew that finally my investment in shaping my body to extremes was going to pay off. So I went to work with my aunt for a while to earn spending money while I decided what to do with myself. Men loved my boobs and tiny waist and big hips and I was making real money." 

Deidre sighed and took a sip of her run and cola. "Those were the days." 

"I owe so much to my aunt. She taught me how to play on men's fantasies and how to shape my body the way I want it and how to make money doing what I like. I stayed with her a few more weeks and let crowds of men who came around have sex with me. They paid a lot. But my aunt and I were too different. She liked to slink around behind closed doors and satisfy men's deep dark fantasies in private. But because I had had to hide it for so long I like to be right out there in front of everybody, showing what I've got and letting men act out in public. She liked to do stuff for men but not let them inside her -- she liked girls better, really. I like girls too, sometimes, but after so many years, I wanted dick, dick, and more dick. She really liked girls in her personal life. She even got me in her bed a few times, but I thought it was creepy having sex with a relative." Janine had not expected this and she flinched. She thought it was beyond creepy to have lesbian sex with your aunt. "But I wasn't that into it -- I knew I was bi but I wanted more experience with men. I wanted more than anything to show my body off because it had taken me so long to make it my way. So my aunt got me a gig dancing through her contacts and that was the beginning of my career taking my clothes off in public!"




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 13



Janine knew the rest of the story but listened to Deidre finish it her way, the sanitized version. When her mind wandered she reflected on Deidre's unhappy early life. She had taken her disappointments and disadvantages and turned them into something positive. Janine couldn't help but think that but for her obsession with sex Deidre's life would have turned out so differently. Instead of achieving unmatched success as a porn star, sex goddess, mistress to the rich and powerful, and millionaire businesswoman, she might have wasted her life using that degree to serve humanity as a social worker providing help and comfort to the poor and needy.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 14



By Thursday afternoon, Janine had written and polished the first draft of her story. She had only been at Iznoma Hedonia for four days but she wanted to capture her subjective reactions to the sexual life at while they were still fresh in her mind --while her pussy was still tingling from the excitement! 

She was confident that her editors at Against Moss would love it -- she was bringing the gonzo journalism of the early 1980's, what her magazine was famous for, into a new world -- the world of sex! She was inventing a new form of gonzo journalism: gonzo porn, in the form of the whacked-out sexual diary, where the reader follows the participant on a first-person emotional and libidinous sex binge and the feelings that get communicated don't have a lot to do with actual facts. It was 1985, after all -- the world was ready for it! 

She had spent the morning with the indescribable Deidre, who had welcomed Janine to her fabulous resort and then ravished her with a strap-on the night before. Her head had been filled with images of Deidre naked all during the interview, a distraction made worse by the blown-up and handsomely framed pictures of Deidre's body hanging on the walls of her office. Janine had particularly enjoyed the artistic treatment of the mature woman's vulva behind her desk. It had shown her generous, sun-bronzed, pillowy mons to perfection, denuded of hair, two crescents of her outer lips framing a delicate brown butterfly formed by her long, spread labia, lightly ruffled, moist and between them a wet, pink orifice, slightly gaping in the picture, that led to earthly delights for men, the secrets of womanhood, and the hormone-spilling female glands and organs inside that made it all possible. Deidre's erect and oversized clitoris could be seen asserting itself from beneath a retracted hood, so riveting the attention of the viewer that the tiny and barely visible peehole was overlooked in the public representation of her anatomy, as important as it was. It was a beautiful cunt. 

What athletes were to muscles, Deidre was to sex organs. But now Janine had to stop fantasizing about the older woman's incredible body. She had to get her story to the magazine now. 

Janine had gone down to the library and printed out the draft of her story from the Dec word processor. She watched the dot matrix printer as the letters took shape on the scrolling paper. They had the most modern equipment here at Iznoma Hedonia! It was set up to be business-friendly for the benefit of the many porn producers and directors who came to Iznoma Hedonia, attracted not only by the sex resort's reputation but by the chance to meet the latest performers and, hopefully, screw them, or to cast them in their latest production, or both, or both at the same time. Here in the resort library they had lots of research material and a workstation all ready, in case they got sudden inspiration for the perfect porn movie script. Now Janine was using this same state-of-the-art office for her masterpiece! 

The dot-matrix typing was a little light, so she copied the pages on a copier set to a darker image, clipped them with a paperclip, and set off for the resort office. Within half an hour after feeding the first page into the machine, her story was being transmitted by fax to New York, to the offices of Against Moss, the magazine of her generation. Wasn't technology wonderful! 

Now all she had to do was wait for the praise! She was free of her obligation to report on Iznoma Hedonia! Now, she could have fun without obligation! 

Tonight there would be the weekly talent show for guests to show off. Janine was looking forward to that -- many of the top strippers in the business tried out their new acts here before they debut them on the circuit. One of the biggest, by the name of Charlene, was rumored to be in camp and likely to participate in the talent show. Many other top adult performers demonstrated their specialties onstage but others showed that they could sing, dance, and act for real. It was going to be great. But how would she spend the afternoon? What sexual adventures did she crave now that she had finished the research for her story? 

That was the problem with Iznoma Hedonia -- too many choices! Should she go for novelty and sample the delights broadly, or for epicurean delights and intensity and go for depth? Janine decided that that since her first experience with anal sex on Tuesday afternoon had been positive and her butt was not sore yet, so maybe she would explore her backdoor sensations a little more. She was sure that there were different ways to be sodomized and she had only experienced one. Besides, who knows. Another session with a woman like Deidre might not be confined to a single hole. She should be prepared for the next time. But then she thought to herself, well, anal was a lot better than I thought it might be but I don't really like it any more than fucking or oral. Besides, the next time someone takes me in the butt it'll stretch on its own and I don't really like the idea of loosening it up. So, let's take a pass on anal. 

Then she thought that she might like an orgy scene -- it had been fun yesterday morning with that mellow group. And since then she had had her pussy shaved, so the experience would be different, so this was an interesting possibility. By now she had discovered the "erotic interest group" bulletin board. Guests posted announcements for planned sexual adventures. Janine went over to the board and looked under "open house orgy". Open house orgies were group fucks in which anyone could join in at any time. "Party orgies" had limits on the number participating and used sign-up sheets. There were none going on right then and the last party orgy started an hour ago, too late. 

She thought for a while, standing in from of the bulletin board, nude, when a good-looking couple walked by carrying towels, water drops still glistening on their skin. That's what I'll do, thought Janine. I'll go for a swim. A little physical activity will do me good -- the only exercise I've had here for days has been fucking and cumming. 

The swimming pool was on the south side where the lawn ended. It was sort of T-shaped, which is unusual for a swimming pool, and had a lot of shallow nooks and coves in the crossbar of the T. That is because the upper part was designed for play, not for serious swimmers. The pool may not have been an Olympic practice pool but the long part was plenty deep enough for naked dives -- beautiful to watch! -- and had lanes painted on the bottom for swimmers who wanted to do laps. There were only about three dozen people there at the time, since there was a popular cooking demonstration going on at La Diva and a tantra yoga workshop was about to start indoors. 

Janine got a towel from the attendant, staked her claim to a poolside chair by throwing the towel on it, and walked down the steps into the shallow end, at the very top of the T. The water was warm and very comfortable. She moved into the deep part and swam a few laps. It felt good to use her muscles beyond rocking her pelvis back and forth. She floated for a while on her back with her eyes closed. The sun felt good on the front of her naked body. Although there were about a dozen people in the pool, and another two dozen around it, she wasn't worried about bumping into anyone. Her fine boobs kept her upper body floating easily. She could almost fall asleep, now that she was so relaxed after finishing her story. 

When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was floating into the left side of the crossbar, where there were little coves around the sides, and she noticed a naked young man with dark glasses and a large erection sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. He was muscular and very hairy, Janine thought that he looked like a weightlifter. He was staring at her very nice breasts. Janine had C-cup boobs, which were large for her body size, and they were very distinctive -- her areolas were huge and dark pink around the thick, suckable nipples. 

"Hello!" Janine said. "I'm Janine!" Janine was getting used to men staring at her tits and after years of being offended by tit-centered male attention she was learning to like it. In fact, she had started staring at dicks and his was long. 

"You're also gorgeous!" the man said, and his penis twitched visibly. "I'm Randy!"

"So I see! Your name could be Harry, too" she said brightly. "Do you always salute the girls like that?" She was still floating -- her breasts kept her small body very buoyant in the water. 

"Only the ones I'd like to fuck!" he replied, cleverly. 

"O-oh," she drew out the vowel, "so forward!" She let her legs drift apart, enjoying the feel of the water on her bare pussy lips. "And why would a girl you like want to do something like that with a guy like you?" 

The young man thought for a moment, and said "Because I have a big, hard dick and right now your cunt is empty. You look like the kind of girl that wants hers filled." 

"And why do you say that?" Janine was getting turned on. 

"Lots of reasons. You keep your pubic hair beautifully trimmed. That means you like to show it. Second, your clit is sticking up, like it wants attention. Your nipples are stiff and it's not cold out -- you are obviously horny. They look really suckable, by the way. Finally, I saw you screwing in that orgy yesterday morning and you showed real appetite for it and real talent." Janine wondered after he said that if he was an agent for porn actors. "The buzz was that it was your first time for anal!" Buzz? Janine had no idea that people were talking about her like that. 

Janine was now standing in the shallow part now, water up to her nipples. She had immediately righted herself after he pointed out that her delectable little pearl had poked its head out from under her clit hood to signal its arousal to the world. She was still getting used to her freshly-shaved crotch and how its signs of arousal were no longer so easily concealed. Even standing in the water didn't hide her crotch completely and she now realized that without her pubic hair she couldn't hide her reaction to men! Standing in the pool at least made it harder to see embarrassing details like an erect clit. Such an obvious display of arousal made it hard to play hard to get. 

"Well," Janine said defensively, "everyone's got to have a first time." Her buoyant breasts were lifted up by the water and were floating in front of her, making her look bigger than she was.

"Hey! I'm not giving you a hard time -- well, in another way I'd love to give you a hard time, but anyway I think it's sweet that at your age you were still an anal virgin!" 

At my age!! Janine thought to herself! What the fuck! Does the whole world have anal sex before they turn 26? But she didn't say anything about it. He seemed to be fixating on her butt, she thought. Maybe she was going to get buttfucked today after all. 

"Well, you have a really nice ass and you should be proud. Hey," the man continued. "You look thirsty. Can I get you a drink?" She kind of nodded, like she was going to think about it. Without waiting for a definite answer he dashed off toward the bar, dick bobbing up and down as he ran. 

Janine knew he wanted to ply her with liquor and get her drunk so he could have his way with her ass. That seemed just fine to her, a perfectly reasonable way to conclude the afternoon swim session. She was in the mood for one of the special resort drinks, not just the usual rum punch, and she called after him to get her an Iznomia Hedonia "cream pie", that yummy confection she had first had in the penthouse with Deidre last night but by the time she got it out he was already out of hearing range. She settled into one of the little semi-circular coves built into the walls of swimming pool. They had little built in seats big enough for four people who didn't mind their legs touching.

A small group of guests, all women, all naked, and all in possession of their pubic hair, had drifted into the shallow end and two of them recognized Janine from the costume party the night before. Janine's outrageous costume -- the sex organs on her front were painted in such colorful anatomical detail they looked real -- had attracted a lot of attention then. The tallest woman in the group was a heavy-set, zaftig woman with a pretty face and enormous boobs who stood about a foot above Janine's height. The shortest one was in the water up to her neck and her breasts were bobbing and floating around like buoys in the ocean. Janine didn't recognize the women out of costume, although she thought the tall one might have been the one at the party with the "bass fiddle" costume (belly painted with f-shaped figures to look like a musical instrument, with vertical strings going up her neck and black pegs sticking out of her ears, breasts painted to look like hands moving toward the strings to play them) but one of them she recalled very well from the special burlesque revival show on Tuesday night. She had been in the audience, wearing the butt plug. They all started chatting about the costume party -- the women were all old friends but they quickly made Janine feel very much at home in their company. 

As the girls were talking, they heard a loud splash -- a guy had jumped into the pool doing a cannonball, splashing water all over! When he surfaced he swam over to them. 

"Hey there!" the diver said, as he surfaced. He was blonde, built like a football player, and hunky in the extreme. Janine didn't need the water to make her wet anymore. The man was well aware that he was intruding on a ladies' conversation but that happened all the time at Iznoma Hedonia. Men picked women they liked out of a group all the time and the reverse happened almost as often. This particular group of women didn't mind him crashing the little group because he had a penis and at some time in the next half hour or so at least one of them would probably want one. The women couldn't see the length of his penis clearly in the water but they could tell that he was hung! And whether it was a trick of the water or for real, Football Guy's balls looked huge!

The male intruder was trying to be polite and made a joke about coming over to protect them from the sea monsters, followed by small talk about the talent show that would be the evening's entertainment, which was always an icebreaker. Since Iznoma Hedonia attracted a lot of Deidre's friends and business associates from the sex industry, the talent show was usually a highlight of the vacation. Professional strippers and famous pornstars often used it to break in new acts, new costumes, and new tricks. One of the new sensations was something called "pole dancing", which was taking off in a big way in 1985. All of them wanted to try it out and Janine thought it might be fun to rub her crotch against the pole in public, never mind the dancing. 

As they talked, Janine became aware that the hunk was edging between her and the other women. As they talked, he was slyly positioning himself so that he was cutting her out of the pack. So that was the game, she thought! She was the real object of attention!

After a few minutes, the other women decided to move on, especially now that it was clear that Football Guy was focused on Janine and had no interest in the tall girl, who was a better match physically. They left Janine alone with him. As soon as they were gone, he started to back her into the little cove and against the wall, where he put his hands on her hips and started to whisper that he thought her tits were very hot. Janine knew it was her tits that grabbed everyone's attention right away but she also thought her butt looked nice and wished more men would notice while it was still small and cute. However, just then her butt was under water and facing away from him so she forgave him for not noticing. 

"Hey, buddy! Where did you come from?" The first guy had come back, carrying two rum punch drinks. His cock was still erect and Janine wondered if it had gone down and come back up again when he saw her or had been stiff for all that time. 

"Who invited you to the party?" snarled Football Guy. 

"This drink's for her, dude. I was here first!" Weightlifter guy was getting angry.

"Well, she's with me now, dude!" Football Guy drew the word dude out sarcastically, making fun of Weightlifter Guy. 

"Get lost! I saw her first," said Weightlifter Guy. He threw the drinks on the lawn and jumped into the pool. The two big, strong, and testosterone-addled men circled each other in the water. Janine heard them mutter insults to one another and say things like "your dick's too short for her!" and "she needs a guy with balls, not a gorilla". There followed a stream of insults and macho posturing. 

Janine was alarmed but also flattered! This was the first conflict she had seen at Iznoma Hedonia and the first time in her life two guys had actually faced off in a fight over her! In the bar scene in New York she had had guys start up but one of them -- usually the smallest -- had always backed down. 

"Boys, boys!" she shouted, "stop it! You don't get to decide this! You can't get me to screw one of you by fighting! It's my body and I'll decide who I want to fuck!"

Just then a bright-yellow security patrol golf cart came screeching to a halt (well, a golf cart makes a little screech, maybe not like a patrol car and nowhere near as impressive but still a short screechy-like sound when it stops quickly) by the side of the pool and an older man in the resort uniform with a cloth badge stitched on the arm, wearing a cowboy hat and dark aviator sunglasses, jumped out. He moved fast, even though he was bigger than either of the two guys. He had silver hair and a barrel chest but no beer belly, and just exuded authority. Janine learned later from Marjorie that his name was Cal and he was from Texas -- Deidre's chief of security. 

"Knock it off, you two!" he barked. He said something into his walkie-talkie like "got it covered" and continued, "we don't 'low no fighting at Iznoma Hedonia. Especially over pussy. There's lots of pussy here if you want it and you ask for it nice. You don't need to fight and we won't stand for it!" 

The two men looked sheepish and backed away from each other. It was true. They were fighting because it was a guy thing -- if they wanted pussy they didn't have to go after the same one, they could get it anywhere in the resort. Once this was pointed out, Janine was starting to feel like nothing special again, like her pussy wasn't worth fighting over after all. Damn, she thought, it had been nice, just for a moment, to have two hunky guys willing to fight to screw her! 

Cal, the chief, called all three of them to come out of the pool. Janine swam to the steps and climbed out, her naked body dripping, showing the gathering crowd just what it was the two men had been ready to fight over: pretty face, lovely tits, bubble butt....and a shaved pussy with her clit hanging out, but her brown hair was wet and stringy on her shoulders. Weightlifter Guy's hair was matted down all over his body -- he looked like a broad-shouldered swamp creature with a long dick and swinging, egg-sized balls. Of the three of them, Football Guy looked best wet -- his curly hair was in place and his huge genitals -- big dick and balls the size of peaches -- were on display now for everyone's enjoyment. There were about forty people standing around by then, watching the action, including the women from the pool. 

Cal was carrying on with his lecture to the two miscreants. "Now I don't deny that this pretty young lady has fantastic tits and a primo-looking pussy but there is no way we are going to condone fighting at Iznoma Hedonia. Besides -- it's her choice, not yours who she lets suck on those great boobs and get into that little cunt. I'll bet it's tight!!" Janine felt better now, knowing that her charms were appreciated. 




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 14



Marjorie told Janine later that Cal had been fired from the Houston police force for running a moonlighting business providing security services for area brothels. When Deidre heard about it, she contacted him and hired him right away. She needed someone to protect her guests but could also keep them in line. At the same time, since many of them were rich and famous, she needed someone who could handle VIPs and very big egos. So she gave him a contract to set up her security system and to train Island guys to be her security guards. It had worked out really well and now Cal was permanently on staff as her head of security. 

While Cal was chewing out the two guys, Janine was drying off in the sun, getting increasingly horny, feeling a little frustrated because the natural progression of things had been interrupted. She was glad that he had made the point that she had a choice -- it was her right to choose which of them she was going to allow entry into her warm, soft, fertile body (with suitable protection, of course, but she liked to think that with those balls either of these studs could knock her up in an instant if she let them into her deepest recesses without it) -- but now she wanted to exercise that choice and get laid. 

Finally Cal finished lecturing the two men and turned to her. "Little lady, you've got to decide. You have seven alternatives that I can see. What'll it be? 

Seven??? Janine was confused. "What do you mean, seven? There are only two guys here!"

"Well, Little Lady," Cal repeated himself, this time making it into a nickname, "you can fuck one or the other, you can choose to not fuck either one, you can fuck them both at the same time, you can fuck one and then the other or the other way around, or you can fuck someone else standing here, singular or plural, and although there looks to be about fifty people here watching, I will count it as one possibility or we'd be here all day. Your choice."

Janine was starting to like Cal. He had a way of getting to the heart of the matter. 

"I'll fuck both of them, at the same time!" she announced. The two guys who almost went to blows over her could not believe their good luck! 

Cal was grinning ear to ear -- another conflict resolved through justice! Cal particularly liked that alternative because it would teach them both a lesson -- to avoid conflict and to work together as a team! Then over his shoulder he yelled "Make a little space over there and put one of the chaise lounges down flat in the middle. Little Lady here is going to do a double P! OK, let's make room here, now. OK! Which one gets which hole?"

Janine didn't recall saying that she was going to do a double penetration in public, but then again why not? She'd done it before with people watching and this crowd seemed interested in seeing her do it, all sixty or so of them. 

"I'll take the first guy anal 'cause he really seems interested in my ass, so he'll be, like, motivated" Janine declared. Football Guy looked puzzled because he hadn't been around when Weight Lifter Guy had come around the first time, so he thought he was the first guy, but he was much more interested in her pussy. "That's him." and Janine pointed to Weightlifter Guy, who grinned ear to ear. Then Janine turned to Football Guy. "And I'll take him in my cunt! I want to feel those big balls swinging between my legs!" Football Guy looked down with an "aw, shucks!" look on his face, pleased that he was getting a shot at her pussy after all. 

Meanwhile, the eager audience rearranged the chairs and lounges to form a little circle on the lawn near the pool and set up a chaise lounge in the middle, which they put down flat and padded with towels to make a low fuckbed. Then about four dozen eyes turned to look at Janine, expectantly. 

Cal broke the silence. "OK, Little Lady. The studs are ready," both men having stiff hard ons, "but you all need to prepare yourselves! You can't go screwing like that!"

Janine didn't know what he meant. She was halfway to the fuckbed when Cal said that. The crowd of about sixty people were disappointed -- they thought Cal was breaking it up for some reason. 

"Little Lady, your skin is liable to burn the way you walk around naked in the sun here. You're about to fuck for a while in the sun and you're gonna be beet red by the time your sweet little body stops throbbing uncontrollably in the throes of the last bone-shaking climax. You need protection!" Cal took two tubes of suntan lotion brought to him by a staff porter and handed one each to the men. "You!" Cal nodded to Football Guy, "smear it on front, all gentle like, and don't forget her face, tits, her pink, and her really pretty groin areas, on both sides of that yummy crotch. I know you want to spend all your time with those luscious boobs with their really pretty pink circles, but think of what's best for her! You!" Cal nodded toward Weightlifter Guy, "smear it on her back and be sure to get her neck, the back of her knees, the inside of those smooth thighs. I know you'll want to spend your time in the crack of her really pretty bubble butt, but do a good job all around 'cause with the buttfuck she's gonna let you have in a few minutes she deserves it!" Janine was touched at how well Cal was looking out for her best interest! "And you can meet in the middle! Give her lots of lotion on her tender pink pussy lips and clit hood -- it sunburns real easy when it's out for a long time." 

At first it wasn't clear how they were going to do this but in the end, coached by Cal, Janine stood on the chaise lounge turned fuckbed and that brought her height up to where she was more or less eye to eye with the two men who were going to double-tag her in from the crowd. The two men each stood on one side of the chaise lounge and started slathering Janine with oily suntan lotion, carefully, methodically, spending extra time with her boobs, which got a thorough sucking and licking from Football Guy before he applied the lotion and sharing crotch time from the front, including fingering, of pussy by Weightlifter Guy, who diddled her pussy first from the back, and then her butt, and applied suntan lotion liberally to her asshole, in case the sun ever shined there. Janine had never had so much manual attention! Even if she hadn't already been horny this treatment would have steamed her up. Her legs were getting weak and at one point Football Guy held her up under the armpits while Weightlifter Guy put suntan lotion in the soles of her feet and between her toes. 

Finally, after almost half an hour of being fondled front and back, Janine said "I can't stand this any more!" -- and the truth is that she thought she would orgasm and fall down if they didn't stop handling her. "Put me down and fuck me!" The crowd of eighty or so people was all in favor of that. 

Weightlifter Guy got down on his back on the fuckbed and rolled a condom on while a friendly girl from the audience brought him a big tube of lube and squirted it on his covered dick for him, holding it as she did and giving it a friendly tug. Not even paying attention, but trusting Cal to be sure that she was well protected, Janine squatted facing away from him and with a moan lowered herself onto his firm, long but not very thick penis. It was a great match -- Janine's anus, stretched out just the night before, greeted this intrusion like an old friend and opened up with only a little resistance to make things interesting. She could feel the now-familiar sensation of a long member sliding past her sensitive nerve endings and filling her happy rectum. 

Weightlifter Guy didn't mind that she was lying with her back on him because he was in deep and her ass was gripping him tightly -- it was just as good as he thought it would be! He even reached around to play with her boobs, while he could. He was strong and Janine was light, so even though he didn't have much room to move, he could thrust into her ass from below and lift her whole body with his hips. Janine was starting to moan. 

Cal let them fuck for a minute alone and then signaled for Football Guy to join in. He positioned himself above Janine and lowered himself down, trying to avoid touching Weightlifter Guy's legs. He already had his condom on and he knew just by looking at her drool down there that Janine didn't need any more lube -- she was making plenty of her own! Even so, his big, thick dick slipped into her with effort because of his size -- he had to buck his hips a few times. Not only was she tight for him, big as he was, but there was someone else in residence inside her pelvic region and that made for an even tighter fit. But once he got inside Janine, it sure felt good! Her pussy was constantly moving, on the outside because Weightlifter Guy was pushing her up and she was thrusting her hips along with him, and on the inside because the two men were slipping past each other with only a thin separation between them! They could feel every thrust and even the ridge on the crowns of each other's circumcised cocks through her! 

All three of them were getting slick with suntan lotion now and the slipperiness of their bodies made the movements inside Janine a little unpredictable, adding to Janine's passion! The crowd, about a hundred people, was staring at Janine's stuffed pelvic parts and admiring the lustful expression on her pretty face. 

Janine was moaning loudly now, almost screaming! Her shoulders were being held by Weightlifter Guy, so she felt restrained, and Football Guy was picking up speed and lying over her supporting himself on extended arms but her body was lifted up because Weightlifter Guy was under her, so her tits brushed up against Football Guy's broad chest and she felt squeezed between the two big men. Janine could feel Football Guy's big, heavy balls slapping one thigh and then another and hitting her taint on the upstroke. Weightlifter Guy was tall and had long arms but his crotch was matched up with Janine's ass, so it was easy for him to reach around and diddle her clit. It took the men several minutes to try a whole bunch of uncoordinated variations until they finally got in synch and started thrusting into poor Janine at the same time! It felt different from Tuesday morning because this was not a polite group of sensuous hedonists lying on blankets on the grass and exploring one another, like last time. This was a good, hard, testosterone-driven double fuck that stuffed her and then emptied her over and over again in unison until her insides felt churned to pure lust! She had never experienced anything like it!

Finally, Janine couldn't take it any longer and screamed as a massive orgasm hit her and her pelvic muscles squeezed down on both guys! She felt like every bit of strength and energy in her body was focused on her pelvis and she was probably right! Football Guy could feel her juice and the new lube reduced his friction just a little and this let him go on longer without coming himself. At the same time her asshole squeezed down tight on the base of Weightlifter Guy's long dick, helping him to hold off, too! 

Everything came back to normal, or as normal as a double penetration gets, as Janine got over her first come and the guys went back to heavy, synchronized fucking. Weightlifter Guy came next, grabbing Janine by the hips and holding her tight while he gritted his teeth and squirted a huge load into her rectum, protected as it was by the thin rubber condom but nothing else. Then Janine came again, gasping and twitching, beside herself with pleasure and loving the twitches she was feeling in her butt from Weightlifter Guy's ejaculating cock. Then Football Guy came, face red and hips pounding, sweat pouring down his face and torso and dripping onto Janine's sprawled-out body as he spent his own huge load into her cunt, also protected only by a thin sheet of rubber. Then Janine came a third time, imagining that the slipperiness of the suntan lotion was because of puddles hot creamy semen and loving the thought of come all smeared on her body! Of course, for that to happen they would have had to empty the condoms on her but unfortunately nobody thought to do that. 

The audience, of about two hundred people, many of them standing on chairs to get a better view, broke out in applause! 

The three of them cooled down for a while and they all had a big hug. Cal could see, from his position walking in circles around them, to be sure they behaved, that things had changed. The two men no longer seemed to mind if their legs touched and Football Guy's hanging balls actually touched Weightlifter Guy's when they were both deep inside Janine. Weightlifter Guy's hands were back on Janine's clit now, gently rubbing it -- she didn't seem to mind even though she was probably hypersensitivity coming down from her third climax! He didn't seem to mind that his hand occasionally touched Football Guy's dick, which seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her vagina. His own dick softened and he could feel it being pushed out of Janine's anus by her rectum as it asserted itself again. 

Finally, the crowd of almost three hundred dispersed and Football Guy pulled out of Janine, which allowed her to disengage from Weightlifter Guy and for them all to get up. The men pulled off their condoms, each with a big charge of come visible in the bag, and tied a knot in it for safe disposal. They had both had an excellent time and they even smiled at each other when it was done. 

The crowd of four hundred started to drift away in small groups, some pairing off and others forming groups of from three to seventeen to try out for themselves what they had just witnessed. The cooking demonstration was cancelled for the day for lack of participants. The tantric yoga session became less tantric as returning guests commandeered the mats for another purpose. 

Janine looked dazed and walked unsteadily through the dispersing crowd. One of the women who had been with her in the pool came out of the audience, took her under the arm, and led her away, to a little calm space away from the crowd, where the other women were sitting on towels on the grass, waiting for her. 

"There, you see boys?" Cal said heartily, slapping both men on the back as he stood between them, watching Janine be led away. "It pays to work together as a team! I hoped you learned something today and that you'll remember this lesson the rest of your life!"

Cal continued talking to the men about teamwork, as the crowd drifted away. "Now boys, let's go have a drink on the house!" And the three of them walked away in the direction of the nearest bar. About two hours later, after Cal left them behind, the two guys got into a fight again and Football Guy punched Weightlifter Guy's lights out. They both got thrown out of Iznoma Hedonia and were last seen in town, together, hitching a ride to the airport. 

Meanwhile, the women were taking good care of the orgasmically exhausted Janine, who had let herself be lowered gently down onto a towel spread out for her on the grass. Gently the women wiped the suntan lotion off Janine's breasts and another wiped down her pussy. After that, they cleaned those same parts off with a moist towelette, like they hand out on airplanes, and dabbed a well-aged Puerto Rican rum on Janine's breasts and poured a little nonalcoholic caramel flavor syrup that they got from the Caffeinery on her pussy. Once this was done, one of the women took Janine's left nipple into her mouth and the other took her right nipple and a third started licking her well-used and deeply wet but semen-free flavored pussy. They each took turns with her soft parts and over the next two hours Janine had so many additional orgasms her pelvis got very sore on the inside and she did not have a thought in her head that made sense. 

Finally, Janine was spent and left the group. It was late afternoon before Janine got back to her room, her legs feeling like they were made of rubber. Once Janine left, the pool women then turned their attention to exploring other sexual opportunities, in the course of which they met and later were to have a wonderful time with a visiting basketball team from Yonkers.



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 15



Janine's pelvis was sore on the inside from the pounding she had taken with the double penetration and from the ministrations of the horny women who followed them. Her only regret was that she had not taken a third man in her mouth but if she had done that, she wouldn't have been able to cry out when she came and it was kind of fun to let herself go in front of a crowd. When it was over, she could barely walk and one of the women, not the short one and not the tall one but the one in between who had started by sucking on her left breast, had taken her up to her room, assisted by a friendly man in the crowd who had watched them through it all. The woman draped Janine's arm over her shoulders and half carried her, while the man put his hand between her legs and lifted, steadying her with his hand grasping her breast. He also copped feels of the woman carrying Janine whenever he could. 

After a late afternoon nap to sleep off her post-orgasmic drowsiness, Janine felt rested but still sore and depleted, so she thought she would take it easy on herself that night. She would take in a show and keep her pussy to herself tonight. Let it rest for a while. Same for her ass but she wasn't planning to give that up again, at least any time soon, after the pounding she had just had. 

Thursday was talent show night, where guest who volunteer and some of the staff perform for the crowd! This year they called it "Follies of 1985!" and it was going to be great, judging from what they had already seen of the resort's talent pool -- the special preview of the burlesque revival show on Tuesday, two nights before. Of course, that had been a well-rehearsed professional production, with the cast doing these performances at Iznoma Hedonia to prepare for touring and the big time, eventually opening on the Great Pink Way (porn's equivalent of the Great White Way, the theater district off Broadway, and rumored to be somewhere in Roselawn, Illinois). The talent show would be different, with each guest's and staff act featuring what they do best. But since Iznoma Hedonia attracted many professional strippers and porn stars, the talent show should be just as good! 

Marjorie came by Janine's room and tapped softly on the door. Janine, still nude, went to the open the door and Marjorie seemed surprised to see her -- even though she had knocked! "I thought you would still be asleeping," Marjorie explained, her English sometimes slipping. "I heard you took double penetration and then many girls. Did you come many times like they say?" Marjorie giggled because she knew exactly what that experience felt like. 

"Oh yeah," Janine assured her. "And I'm sore down there because I came so much! But my asshole isn't sore -- it took a big prick but he was long and not wide and it wasn't stretched so bad -- not like last night!" Janine was referring to how Deidre used a strap-on on her the night before. "I just got up and I'm hungry! Want to go to La Diva?"

"Yes. Is it not great to be fucked like that good in the ass with a prick that a woman is using -- who knows well how to use it?" Marjorie asked, with a grin on her face, referring to Deidre's predilection for a strap-on. Obviously, this was a scene that Marjorie, as Deidre's frequent bed partner, knew very well. Marjorie had sat down on the bed where Janine had been sleeping minutes before. There was something erotic about the voluptuous eastern European, low-hanging breasts swinging loose in the gauzy muslin top tied around her chest and knotted between her tits to form a totally ineffective bra, sitting on an unmade, mussed bed, as if she belonged there. Then Marjorie remembered that Janine had asked her a question but Janine had gone back to the conversation about Deidre's strap on. 

"I still wish you could have been there," Janine chided Marjorie. "I was so scared! But after it was over and my butt was reamed out, I realized how much fun I had! That's why I didn't mind doing the 'DP' this afternoon but it wore me out! Let's go eat. Then you can tell me about who you fucked today!" Marjorie was the resort's professional pity fucker, the girl who makes sure that guests who aren't getting any get taken care of before the end of the week, so they'll go home on Saturday telling everyone what a good time they had. Usually the reasons were that the guest (usually a man but sometimes a girl) was too shy, overweight (or thought they were), or too young and inexperienced and just didn't know how to accept and enjoy an attempted seduction. (Marjorie thought 18 was much too young to do anything else but have sex with multiple partners, so that by the time someone turned 20 they would be good at it. She believed that school was a distraction from this all-important social skill.) 

As a result, Marjorie spent a lot of her time from Wednesdays through Friday coaching shy, moderately overweight people on how to put out and how to take it. The results were often spectacular and more than one heavy-set guest had found his match with a heavy-set girl on the lawn or at the pool of Iznoma Hedonia, inspired by their new-found liberation to ripple sensuously in public. Just in case they got carried away, a certain percentage of rooms at Iznoma Hedonia had exceptionally sturdy frames, reinforced with steel, and these were usually assigned discreetly to particularly heavy guests, without them knowing it. It paid off, because the heavier guests usually preferred to do their fucking in the privacy of their rooms because of body image issues. One month, when there were several guests like that at the resort who stayed on vacation for a second week, and the skinny guests had got caught up in their excitement so much there was suddenly a fad at the resort for big sex, doing it and watching it! That lasted six weeks, as each new wave of guests saw how much fun they were having. Several beds got broken from the combined weight and the guests who were reassigned to these special rooms had to be told why. Then the fad died down as the peak vacation season drew to a close and the skinny guests went back to fucking each other during the off season. The following year, the staff noticed that a disproportionate number of new guests who were making reservations at the start of the new season were heavy-set and came from the same towns and states, and almost always asked ahead of time for the numbers of those special rooms. 

Marjorie gave Janine's pussy a look that showed what kind of eating she had in mind. "I am also hungry," she said, nonspecifically, "so let's go to La Diva!" 

La Diva was the most formal of the restaurants on the resort side of Iznoma Hedonia, which meant that loincloths, at least, were required, although tops were optional. Thursday night was Balls Night at La Diva and the special menu appropriately featured meatballs, gnocchi, kibbe, gyoza, steamed dumplings, pyrogies, and many other delicious, round or elliptical chewy foods. These were often served with sausages or thick asparagus and many featured a cream sauce. Marjorie ate with gusto. Janine was a bit put off because the menu items didn't go together particularly well. 

Then came a real treat: Marjorie and Janine caught a glimpse across the room of the famous Charlene! one of the world's most famous strippers! There had been rumors that she was coming to stay a while as a guest at Iznoma Hedonia! Charlene used to work at Deidre's club in Los Angeles and the two women were good friends. Charlene was probably staying for a long time, as she was older than the other girls and very successful: she had made as much money taking her clothes off as sleeping with rich boyfriends! Her exploits were immortalized in the critically-acclaimed literary porn masterpiece "Charlene on the Streets", which Janine considered a classic of the picaresque exhibitionistic genre. Charlene also makes a cameo appearance in "Emily's Enterprise", where she pulls down the panties of the reluctant exhibitionist-entrepreneur! That Charlene! You never know what she will do or where she will turn up next! 

The talent show took place in the same ballroom as the Tuesday burlesque show. Eventually, Deidre was going to renovate the ballroom into a special auditorium, with terraced seating on long sofas and loveseats so guests could spread out, lie down, and copulate if they wanted. For now, though, it was typical ballroom seating around tables, with staff bringing around complimentary Iznoma Hedonia "cream pies", the thick, salty, slippery-feeling rum drink that was the house specialty. Marjorie sat to the left next to Janine, who scooted her chair back a little and put her bare feet up on the chair next to her on the right, since it was empty. 

The women from the swimming pool, who had ravished her after the double penetration earlier in the day, took a table nearby and waved! They were nude but Marjorie and Janine, having just dined at La Diva, had their loincloths on. 

The lights dimmed and a spotlight shown on the stage as the master of ceremonies came out: Carlos!, who seemed to be every woman's sexual initiation to Iznoma Hedonia, as far as Janine could tell. In his charming accent, Carlos introduced the evening, thanked the guests performers in advance for being brave, and complimented the beauty of every woman guest and the virility of every man guest, all in less than two minutes. 

The first act was a well-known stripper who was trying out a new act involving a bright red cowgirl outfit and lariat! It was a very cute outfit, with her abundant boobs spilling over the top of the tight leather vest with all that fringe flying while she gyrated. When the time came to break out of the vest, at the beginning of the second song, she just pulled it open because it was held by just two snap fasteners. The crowd roared to see her all-natural bosom swing free! (Of course the crowd was mostly naked themselves, but as always it was the enticement more than the display that was arousing.) As she spun the rope over her head, her boobs bounced enticingly. Her fringed panties broke away in the crotch, like a pair of miniature chaps, leaving her pussy exposed while she leaped in and out of the twirling loop, raising and lowering it around her curvaceous body. It was a fun act and no one in the audience doubted that when this feature dancer went back to her home club she was going to get a lot of bills stuffed in her garters for it! 

The second act was even better. It was a mime act. The blond nurse, who had treated Janine's pussy that fateful morning and painted her before the costume party, had traded her trademark cap for a bowler hat, with her hair tucked up into it, and white face makeup but kept her trademark white stockings. She was paired with the masseuse, who wore the same hat, covering her tucked-up chestnut brown hair, and white face but black stockings. Each of them had rouged their pussy, so between their legs they had the same red highlights to attract the eye! Through clever body paint, slightly taller shoes, and perspective by having her stand slightly in front of the nurse when they were side-by-side, they made themselves look like identical twins! Their act was very original -- it involved a mirror with no glass and one girl miming the reflection of the other as she masturbated, until the supposed image jumped out of the frame and started licking the "real" girl's cunt! When it was all over, the cuntlicker hopped back through the mirror and the act ended with the reflection illusion being restored. Very artistic! 

It went on like this for almost an hour! Some guest performers sang and danced, some stripped, others (always guys) told jokes (usually lame -- the audience didn't much like naked standup comics but they kept coming up anyway). Then there was an intermission. 

Janine and Marjorie got up to refresh their drinks and greet the bisexual ladies at the other table. Janine spotted Charlene again -- beautifully tanned with light highlights in her brown hair -- moving around the ballroom to position herself at the front, off to the side. She was going to perform tonight! How exciting! Janine would get a chance to see the best strip act in the world! This was something she had looked forward to for a long time!

Drinks were served and then everyone got back to their seat for the second set of acts. The lights dimmed and Janine noticed that Marjorie had scooted her chair forward to be right next to Janine. Moments later, Janine felt a hand on her left leg, just above the knee. She didn't mind. 

The first act in the second half was a new stripper who was just learning to pole dance. In 1985, pole dancing looked like it was going the be the next big thing and so Deidre had had a temporary brass pole installed off to the side of the stage, but since the ceiling was high it had to be secured by a cross bar to the wall. This wasn't ideal but it was tall enough for a stripper to show her stuff without hitting her head. This dancer had just worked out an act since she came to Iznoma Hedonia and she was nervous about trying it in front of an audience for the first time. 

Janine felt the hand move up her thigh. She parted her legs slightly. Her loincloth fell between them. The hand went under the loincloth.

The stripper danced a little, peeled off her top and then her bottom, and mounted the pole. When her crotch touched the metal, she pulled back quickly the first few times, almost as if the pole was hot. Then she rubbed herself on it and curled her leg and twirled on the pole, did it in the other direction and with the other leg, then climbed halfway up the pole using her legs while bending her torso back and jutting her breasts out, and then spun as she corkscrewed down the pole, in a move that seemed impossible! Then suddenly her hips bucked and she came crashing down the remaining distance, which fortunately was only about a foot and a half! She lay there for a while, moving jerkily as she fought to regain control. The dancer had given herself a completely unexpected and unwanted orgasm on the pole! In her inexperience, she had not learned how to pole dance without overstimulating her genital contact points! Janine could see how it might happen! Strippers almost never climax during a performance and when they do it is a very unnerving experience because they lose the beat of the music. The woman seemed terribly embarrassed and ran off stage, face bright red, as the audience laughed! 

The next performer, a handsome, distinguished-looking man, was caught off guard when the orgasmic dancer couldn't finish her act. He was only half dressed in his "Masterpiece Theater" costume when Carlos called him up but he strode up to the microphone anyway, without his pants, and proceeded to recite "Beverly Bottomley", the always-popular classic of rural sexuality, in a magisterial voice to the appreciative audience. 

Janine felt the hand resting on her crease. She bent her knees and opened her lap up. The hand under her loincloth had pulled it aside and her bare pussy was visible from the left side. 

The next act was something most of the crowd had never seen before -- a Japanese rope bondage act! A handsome, muscular Japanese samurai-looking man named Ramapo was the fetish artist -- experienced in the ways of the rope! He was dressed in a beautiful embroidered robe that looked like a kimono. A sturdy table was onstage and behind it was a baggage cart, the kind hotels use. He bowed to the audience and in broken English called for a volunteer from the audience. The spotlight searched the crowd.

Suddenly Janine felt the hand in her crotch grab her pussy! She yelped from surprise at the unexpected grope! Her cry drew the attention of the spotlight grip! As if by prearrangement, the bright light was turned on her! Marjorie -- who had swiftly removed her invading hand and was now pointing her finger at Janine! The crowd applauded this brave volunteer, not knowing that she had been pushed into it, and Janine, suddenly on the spot in front of the audience, felt obligated to go through with it!

With knees shaking, she walked up to the stage, her lovely bare breasts swaying in the spotlight and stood next to a low table, directly in front of the intimidating Ramapo himself! She whispered to him, "Do you speak English? Will you understand me if what you are going to do pushes me beyond my limits?" Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a hotel baggage cart next to the stage but didn't give it a thought. 

"Believe me, you'll enjoy this!" he replied, in a strong accent that was not Japanese, except for the native Japanese people who came from New York. "I got it straight out of 'The Kinsey Report'!" 

In a stage Japanese accent, he told Janine in front of the audience to take off her loincloth, which she did, standing there naked (and delectable). Then the true artistry began. Janine was surprised! The ropes were very soft and comfortable! She had expected rope burn and constricted limbs but these ropes were almost soothing as they restrained her. He worked quickly, binding her arms behind her and to one another and then criss-crossing the rope over her tits to make a rope bra that pushed her up and held her spectacular boobs high and hanging way out! With Janine's C-cup tits and big pink areolas, the effect was lovely, as if her breasts were ripe fruit hanging from a tree. Janine was surprised that it did not feel bad at all to be bound that way, either! Then Ramapo had her get up on the table, lifting and rolling her freely, because she did not have use of her arms, and in the process touching her in many places unlikely to provide the leverage he needed when all he had to do was use the rope. Sitting her on the edge of the table, Ramapo tied more rope around her legs and thighs and did something involving many knots that she couldn't see because it was all behind her back. 

He produced a stubby little dildo in his hand. "Now we're going to try a little gag, so suck on this like you really love it!" Ramapo instructed her. Janine misunderstood him. She thought that he meant a gag, like in a joke! She was totally unprepared, then, when he pulled the straps bunched up in his palm around her head and gagged her mouth! Then he put a blindfold on her. She hadn't expected that, either! She struggled against the rope but she was firmly bound! He tipped her backward but didn't let her fall, pulled on some ropes and suddenly her legs were bent at the hip and knee, spread wide, and showing everything she had! With no discomfort and maximum leverage, he lifted her by one set of ropes and rolled her over so that he could make a series of knots up her back and loop two sets of rope under her butt, almost like a sling, leaving her crotch spread and completely exposed in front but supporting her firmly and comfortably under her delectable bubble butt. 

She didn't mind being bound -- it was actually fun! -- but she thought being gagged, and blindfolded too, was beyond her limits and she tried to tell him that but he was spinning her around too much to pay attention. Finally, she heard the sound of wheels and felt herself being lifted up by what seemed to be more than one person, one of whom was taking advantage of the opportunity to fondle her. Then she seemed to be hanging and swinging, back and forth like on a playground swing, except that she was bound with ropes and showing her tits and pussy to the world!! And yet she was perfectly comfortable, because the ropes carried the weight and made a perfect sling under her ass and the tension from being bound was distributed evenly and comfortably all over her body! 

It took her a minute to figure it all out. She must be suspended from the cross-pole of the baggage cart, where clothes are normally hung, and she was swinging in the space where luggage would be stacked! That made sense! The resort had lots of baggage carts with heavy frames and they could support a lot more weight than just a bound and trussed girl. She could feel herself swinging back and forth, front to back, and she liked it! Then someone -- it had to be Ramapo -- patted her on the ass to stop her swinging for a minute and dangled a rope between her legs in front. She could feel that something metal was at the end but once it dropped the object hung below her legs and all that she could feel directly was the rope, positioned right between her pussy lips and running over her clit. Ramapo then instructed her to try to get out of her rope bondage! She struggled and strained but it was no use! She was held firmly but without discomfort -- she wasn't going anywhere! This made her feel hot!




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 15



Then she heard a click -- it must have been a snap hook -- and the rope over her pearl got tighter and she found herself being rocked back and forth by someone pulling on a line connected to the rope in her crotch, which was rubbing right up against her clit and stimulating the little button delightfully! She couldn't tell if it was the bondage, the swinging, or both that was getting her excited!

Then Ramapo called up the five or six bisexual women at the table who had ravished Janine after her double penetration that afternoon and invited them to decorate her! Janine couldn't see a thing but she could hear him tell the audience that he was giving each girl a lead weight to hang on her body! Janine had no idea what these were like, since she couldn't see them: would they clamp or hook onto her tender parts? and would they hurt?, and she started to protest, as best she could with the gag in her mouth! But she shut up immediately when the girls lovingly fondled and pulled on her nipples and cunt lips to elongate them and decided to go with the flow! The clamps were firm but not painful as each girl applied one to her favorite dangling part on Janine's nude body, so thoroughly explored earlier that afternoon! The weights didn't seem heavy at first but as the act went on they seemed to focus all her attention to those parts of her body. Janine started to feel that her most sexual parts were changing in some weird way, getting prepared for a different type of pleasure. Through it all, the constant rocking continued and the rope rubbed against her clit, already so well-used that day. Soon she had the strange sensation of things pulling down and swaying with their own rhythm, adding a new sensation to the rocking and stimulating her nipple, her pussy lips, and even her earlobes!

It didn't take long for the jiggling and rocking and rubbing to have the predictable result: Janine climaxed with a long, gag-suppressed moan and shook in her ropes as she experienced a very pleasant, long orgasm, something like the ones she had when she masturbated but lasting longer and with more feelings in her tits and amplified about twice by the weights swinging from her tits and her pussy lips. She shook and swung for several minutes while the crowd applauded and stamped their feet! Ramapo, meanwhile, unsnapped something and moved the rope dangling in her slit to the side. He groped her and gave a detailed description to the audience on just how wet she was! The guests crowd in the front could see for itself a big spurt of female come slip out of Janine and drip to the platform of the baggage cart. The applause died down and Janine got her breath back. She was totally unprepared for what happened then. 

Janine could feel the cart being moved. Carlos must have stepped back on stage because Janine heard his voice while the baggage cart was pushed across the stage and down a short ramp, which dangled her at an angle from only one point (the only time she was even a little uncomfortable). The weights dangling from her body pulled at an angle now. Then the baggage cart reached the end of the ramp and she straightened out as she was pushed for what seemed like the length of the ballroom. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," Carlos intoned in his (genuine) accent, "let us give a round of applause to the brave Janine! She will be waiting for you at the back of the room! After the show, please show her how much her arousal has pleased you and will continue to please you!" 

What the hell did he mean by that? Janine thought. When were they going to take her blindfold off? When were they planning to take that dildo gag out of her mouth?? When were they going to take these dangling weights off her tits???

"And now, the act you have been waiting for! The fabulous Charlene!" Oh no! Janine was still dangling from the baggage card, gagged and blindfolded! She couldn't see anything! She was going to miss Charlene's act if someone didn't take off her blindfold!! In the meantime, she felt another snap on the line and the rocking motion started again as someone behind her pulled on the rope rubbing her clit to get her swinging back and forth! How could she tell them to stop and let her see Charlene's act!

Music was playing loudly now and Janine could hear the audience respond to Charlene's act. She tried to figure out what was happening -- Charlene was a classy but traditional stripper, so she was probably starting her dance with clothes on. Within the first twenty seconds there were "oohs!" and "aaahs!" and soon there were even gasps! Maybe she didn't keep her clothes on? A series of rhythmic clapping noises started and then stopped and the audience broke out into peals of laughter! A stripper doing a comedy routine? What the heck was Charlene doing up there on stage? Janine heard the quick rat-a-tat-tat of a snare drum on top of the recorded music (Charlene must have brought in a drummer) and then the audience went very quiet. Janine could almost hear them hold their breath. Was Janine holding an erotic position or doing something unusual or what? The music swelled and the drum rolls became more frequent until suddenly cymbals crashed and a bell rang out and the audience hooted their approval in unison and started clapping furiously as something happened. What the fuck was going on? What was Charlene doing to whip the crowd into such a frenzy?? How much stimulation can one person put over to a crowd in a big room in just a few minutes??? But obviously Charelene was doing something sexually entertaining and the audience loved it!

Janine had no idea what was going on except that the steady swinging was building her up to another climax, whether she wanted one or not. As she reached the top of the hill, something else happened on stage and the crowd went wild! But whatever Janine was missing didn't bother her anymore because she was deep into another orgasm, this one so strong that she felt herself pulling hard against the welcome resistance of the rope, which made the muscle tension in her body more delicious, and juicing, making the soft rope wet where it passed over her cunt. It took a long time for her to recover her wits from that one! 

Exhausted, Janine at last heard the crowd settle down around her after giving Charlene what sounded like an apparently well deserved standing ovation! Then Carlos took the microphone again, thanked everyone and then made an announcement: on the way out the door, all members of the audience were invited to inspect Ramapo's handiwork, which would be exhibited for half an hour at the back of the room! 

Janine gasped! It wasn't that she was uncomfortable -- the ropes were soft, the knots were so intricate and well placed that the weight was distributed evenly to support her, she wasn't cramping up, and Ramapo had already done a quick check to make sure that the circulation to her hands and feet was fine. But to be put on display as a sex object? Wasn't that pretty awful? But then again, she told herself, in a postorgasmic haze, she was really more like an artist's model, wasn't she? This was like a work of art featuring her, so why not? And didn't she display herself as a sex object when she went out to bars in New York with that loose red top and no bra? Of course, she was doing it voluntarily but now....it was all too complicated and her mind was fuzzy because not only was she coming down from her orgasm but the weights were still dangling and distracting her with their movement while she was hyper-sensitive in the cunny. 

Janine surprised herself by being disappointed, then, when she felt someone (probably Ramapo) take off her hanging weights as the audience got up (she could hear the chairs moving). When they were just taken off, the blood came rushing back and it tingled down in her pussy lips -- her nipples just throbbed, helped along by a friendly pinch. 

For the next 30 minutes, she hung there, swinging back and forth, as disembodied hands groped her, patted her butt, fondled her hanging breasts, pulled on her nipples, stroked her inner thighs, tugged on her lower lips, tickled her feet, and furtively (she guessed it was when no one was looking) frigged her clit or stuck fingers in her twat, which was very wet. (Only once was it her anus.) Janine wondered if she was dripping! She felt like it! This was all so arousing -- she never thought that being felt up while tied up would turn her on but it did! At the same time, her public fondling was frustrating because it was like intense, continuous, constantly changing foreplay that never stopped, but she had already had two orgasms that night, after a sexually full afternoon, and unless someone started pulling the rope against her clit again she knew she wasn't going to come again. All this time she had been touched, rubbed, and diddled until she wanted to scream -- and would have, if she didn't have the dildo gag in her mouth! 

It wouldn't take much to rub another orgasm out of Janine if someone just focused on her clit but everyone seemed focused on her tits or pulling on her cuntlips and the guests who touched her button just did it once or twice and then moved on, never letting her climax. Once she felt a man stand up on the platform behind her -- someone must have been holding the front of the baggage cart to keep it from tipping over -- and rub his groin on her suspended ass until she heard him grunt and felt a warm, thick fluid land on her lower back and run into her crack. Seconds later, she felt someone with a wet napkin clean her off but it was cold and impersonal by comparison and she wanted the feeling of the warm, thick fluid back. Most of all, she decided, she wanted to be penetrated! You've had your fun, now make me come! she wanted to scream!

After what seemed like hours of this (it only seemed that long), with Ramapo checking the circulation in her hands and feet from time to time to be sure that the bondage wasn't hurting her, Janine got exasperated and shook her body as much as her bonds would allow her, to show her displeasure! She wanted cock to finish herself off! However, the people around her obviously didn't get her meaning -- they thought she was having another orgasm! 

But the message did not get through clearly. Everyone stimulated her, nobody gave her what she needed or stuck with it long enough to let her achieve satisfaction. That, and the fact that she had already climaxed so often that afternoon during and after the double penetration by the pool and again that night in bondage and had been brought off twice while she was swinging in the baggage cart could be why she couldn't possibly manage another come that night. Or could she?



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 16



Janine didn't know much about Japanese rope bondage before that night: in 1985 it wasn't as popular as it became later. What she did know is that she was ready to explode with frustration at being publicly groped but not brought to climax! 

After the talent show was over, Janine found herself willingly (more or less) blindfolded, gagged, bound, and suspended by ropes in a baggage cart that was wheeled out of the ballroom and through the corridors of Iznoma Hedonia, the fabulous libertine resort, into the elevator, and out on the patio for no obvious reason than to let any guest who wanted to gawk at her and touch her butt, her widely spread crotch, and her hanging boobs! Hands were everywhere! She overheard dozens of people talk openly and very candidly about her womanly charms, as if she were not there at all!, and most of that conversation was about her lovely hanging tits and the big pink areolas that adorned them. She wished that more people would admire her little bubble butt, which was currently suspended in a rope sling, and was appreciative of the fact that so many people patted her cunt for good luck and liked that it was wet. Some guests went so far as to insert their finger up her -- Janine wouldn't have minded if they moved it around long enough to let her come but they never did! It was a strange experience to be on public display but not to be able to see the people who are fondling you! 

"Janine, sweet honeypot," she heard Marjorie's heavily accented voice through her giggles, "do you want to go back to room now and give pleasure to girls and take a nice cock or more?" Janine tried to move again -- it really did look more like she was cumming than that she was trying to say something. What she wanted to say was, I like girls just fine but right now I've been touched enough and I need to be fucked! Somebody cut me down, suck me, and screw me right here right now or I'm going to explode!

Finally, after several more minutes of being handled, she felt the baggage cart moving again. She could tell that they were taking her back indoors, down the corridor, where they stopped several times to let passing guests pat and stroke her, and into a crowded elevator, where the laughing riders touched and rubbed her wherever they felt like it (one of them even leaned over and sniffed her crotch!), and up to her own floor, where she was brought into what felt like her own room. There was obviously quite a crowd around her, judging from the number of voices, and the room must have been packed. Janine smelled that men were there. She wanted one, and most particularly, she wanted a man who could fuck her deep and hard NOW!

Then she heard Ramapo's voice. The bogus Japanese bondage enthusiast was in her room? He was the one who got her in this ridiculous situation in the first place!, by tying her up as the volunteer from the audience in his act in the talent show! And yet -- she hadn't really volunteered, she hadn't really agreed to the gag (she thought he meant a joke when he used the word), she hadn't really agreed to be blindfolded, and when she tried to get their attention they just thought she was having another orgasm! On the whole, she would have to admit, it had been lots of fun but it was getting frustrating. How could she make them understand that she wanted to stop being groped and start getting fucked?

Suddenly she smelled men up close and felt herself being lifted up. Not just Ramapo -- there had to be several men, judging by the mix of scents and the voices. Many hands touched her body, some of them unnecessary. The tension on the web of ropes holding her and binding her went slack. There was some movement and she could feel herself being lowered down. She could feel the faint scent of herself now, on sheets and her pillow. She was being placed face-down on her already mussed-up bed, still tied up, with her head on a pillow and her butt sticking in the air. Then, at long last, the blindfold was taken off!

She couldn't move her head easily but she could see that she was at the center of a circle of about a dozen men with erections who were surrounding her bed, some naked and some wearing resort loincloths. The sight of her tied up and the surprise in her eyes had stiffened their waiting dicks. She noticed that the ones she could see seemed tall. One man had on a blue basketball jersey with "Yonkers" spelled out in white across the back -- which she saw when he turned around to joke with another guy -- and was naked below: his big, stiff prick looked yummy. Behind them were about five or six women. Janine recognized the friendly bisexual pool girls who had finished her off in the afternoon, after her double penetration in public. She didn't see Ramapo but she knew he was there, probably behind her. Marjorie had to be there, too. Then Ramapo came forward, unfastened the straps, and pulled the dildo gag out of her mouth. 

"You son of a bitch! I should kill you!" Janine yelled, still tied up and in no position to make good her threat. "You tricked me!" The men around her bed were laughing and found this very funny! Most of them were staring at her bubble butt, stuck up in the air. At last it was being appreciated!

"No he didn't!" Janine heard Marjorie's accented voice, behind her. "You volunteer, you suck down dildo in your gag, you hold still while blindfold put on you!" Marjorie, of course, had started it all by groping Janine and making her yelp in surprise when Ramapo called for volunteers. 

The Janine heard Ramapo's voice "and you've been coming like a porn starlet auditioning on a casting couch for the last hour! If anybody tricked anybody, you tricked yourself! Now, do you want me to untie you?"

"Just my legs -- I'm getting a cramp." Then Janine realized she wasn't really angry and admitted, "I like the feeling of being tied when I come. It feels good to strain against the rope. I really need to come now, so you guys should fuck me!" Janine was pretty direct in expressing her desires that night. A dozen cocks were pointed right at her, ready to take up the challenge. 

Ramapo had a grin on his face. "You want it? You'll have to work for it!" And he unbound her legs so she could sit up and move around with her arms tied behind her. Janine could kneel on the floor, sit on the bed, or lie flat but she couldn't move her arms. 

The men around her were all tall, as basketball players should be, and their dicks were proportionately long. Going counterclockwise, Janine went from one man to the next, first stroking their cocks, then licking the underside, putting them into her mouth, and finally giving them deep throat, sucking them down and holding her breath for what seemed like forever until she pulled back, gasping for breath! Every time she did it, her throat muscles gave her away as much as the dreamy look the man's face: she was making swallowing movements, gripping the lucky man's dick with her throat! Each of them continued to stroke themselves while she passed on to the next until she did this for all the men. Then she started over again but this time after she gave their dicks a few strokes she sucked their testicles, pulling them into her mouth one at a time or both, if they fit. Her mouth would be full when she would rear back, with her teeth loosely clamped on his scrotum, pulling on his nuts. While she serviced them, the men helped themselves to handfuls of tit. All this time her boobs were pushed out and hanging and her hands were bound behind her by the ropes, her lovely breasts swinging with every move.

Then, with every dick in the room as hard as a drill bit and all eyes on Janine, she flopped back on the bed and spread her legs! Her arms were still tied behind her so Marjorie and two of the pool girls lifted her up and put pillows under her shoulders and hips so the weight didn't rest on her arms. But these preliminaries made Janine impatient because the time had clearly come to fuck men. 

There were too many for Janine to satisfy at once so while they waited some of the men turned to Marjorie and the pool girls, who obliged by stroking their cocks and letting the men fondle them. Marjorie, with her blonde hair and very floppy big tits, got the most attention and seemed to have a dick in her mouth every time Janine looked over. 

But the centerpiece was Janine, lying there tied up with her legs spread, her lovely boobs sticking up unnaturally because of the support from the rope bra. Janine was practically begging to be fucked now and when a man's turn came around, it didn't matter which girl had been fluffing him and how he was getting on with her, he went to Janine's bed because the set-up was just too hot to miss out on. The girls took on the responsibility of putting a condom on each guy just before his turn, with great ceremony and many unnecessary stokes. They all helped themselves to the minibar, refreshing themselves in preparation for the sexual athletics ahead. 

The first man was tall and had a big grin on his face, like he had just scored a slam dunk. He mounted Janine in a hurry and the crowd in the room could hear her gasp as he thrust his long dick into her in one fast motion. Janine was so ready for it that she surprised him by coming loudly very quickly, straining against the ropes binding her arms, arching her back and curling her toes. It took him a minute or two to finish and Janine enjoyed watching the man's face and feeling his cock spurt as he came inside her. There were others behind him so he didn't have a chance to rest on top of her for more than a few seconds before he pulled out of her, holding the condom so it wouldn't slide off. 

As soon as he got off her, the second man mounted her. He was very good looking and something sexy about him turned her on in a big way. She almost came underneath him, too, but he climaxed first and then pulled out, taking her to the edge but not over. The third guy was very different in his thrusting motion but equally attractive. Janine found herself first pulling back from the edge as she got used to the new guy and then climbing again to his different rhythm, one that also worked for her and brought her a fluttery, twitchy, skating-type orgasm that was just finishing when he busted his nut in her. Pleasantly postorgasmic, Janine happened to notice that as each of them got off her, the pool girls took off their condoms for them and pinched them off. The fourth man did things differently: before diving into her he licked her pussy for a minute, seeming to enjoy the juice she had made during her several penetrations and lubing her up until her pussy was almost as wet as if the men had left their come inside her. When he raised up, she saw why he had done that: he had a very big dick and she was going to be very pleasantly stretched! He mounted her gently and shoved his cock up inside her in a steady but single motion and because she was so well lubed she took it all the way in easily but with enough feeling to enjoy the penetration a lot. He knew how to move, too, and of all her basketball lovers he turned out to be the best! He paced himself and let her climb all the way back, even though she had just come ten minutes before, and then came with her, which is hard to do in a gang bang! 

Janine stopped the train for a minute and told Ramapo that she had to be untied -- her arms were getting uncomfortable bound behind her back, especially when the men rested their weight on her. So, he and two of the other men lifted her up and he untied all of the elaborate knots binding her arms and holding her boobs. It took a minute or two and while he did it he asked Janine if she wanted to be spread-eagled on the bed, so she could pull on the ropes with her arms and legs during orgasm! She thought that was a great idea, so a minute or so after she was freed Janine was lying on the bed tied with ropes pulling her arms and legs off to each corner. The bed didn't have big bedposts so Ramapo tied the ropes to the legs of the bed. This kept Janine's body flatter than he liked, so he put a pillow under her pelvis, to push her tender parts up for easier reach, and another pillow under her head so she could watch herself being penetrated. 

The other men took their turns, mounting, pounding, and coming in and on top of Janine, according to their own desires and pleasure. Janine no longer tried to match or join them, happy to let them do the work and to come whenever her body felt like it. Janine was very happy to be multiorgasmic that night!

The last man to take her was Ramapo himself, and he gave her the final orgasm of the evening, with his lean, muscular body and a long, refined-looking penis, while whispering to her how beautiful and vulnerable she looked bound up and reminding her to pull on the ropes to enhance her climax, which she did. Ramapo came in her with obvious relish just after Janine's last orgasm. He was slow to pull out and get off her, since neither of them was in a hurry, and whispered in her ear how she was a good sport on stage and an excellent fuck and if she ever got to Westchester County to look him up. He'd get the basketball team back together and they'd dribble on her and shoot her hoops. 

All the players had been serviced now and the ones who had gone earlier were ready for a second round. Janine was reaching her limit and the team knew that. Some of them had already paired off with the pool girls, who were going to have their hands full because there weren't nearly as many of them as there were basketball players. Couples and threesomes and one foursome (One guy on each boob and a one on the pussy) were already making out on the loveseat or on the floor of the crowded room. 

After she finished screwing Ramapo, Janine lay on the bed, pleasantly dreamy, tired but satisfied, and just sore enough, from the ropes at last and in her pelvis after the day's exertions, that she was not really in the mood to pull another train. Janine was about to tell them that she was finished and to untie her when the pool girls got up and gathered around her bed with their hands behind their backs. For a moment they just stood there, breasts jutting out, not saying anything. 

"Surprise!" they yelled in unison as they brought out the filled condoms and emptied them on Janine! There was a lot of come in them and it all got deposited on Janine's face, chest, tits, and neck, although the girls took care not to get any in her eyes! They all had a good laugh as Janine was initiated into another Japanese erotic art form, bukkake, as she laughed along with them!

Now that Janine had pulled the train and the party was over in her room, at least for them, the basketball team and the pool girls left to continue the fun, leaving the room littered with paper cups and forgotten loincloths, each carrying the smell of an aroused crotch and together making Janine's room smell like a gym locker room. Janine stayed tied up but Ramapo showed Marjorie how to pull the slipknot and release her arms and legs whenever she wanted. 

Only Marjorie stayed behind, blonde hair mussed, eyes bright with arousal, and tits hanging low as she bent over Janine. At first, Janine thought that Marjorie was going to wipe her off and then do something lesbian, but Marjorie surprised her! The cunning vixen crawled on top of Janine and rubbed their breasts and body together in the pool of slime while licking it off Janine's face until come was smeared come all over their front chests and faces. It soon started to dry in a crusty white film but Marjorie licked it off Janine's breasts and face and proceeded to suck on Janine's erect nipples and to kiss her on the mouth, breath smelling of semen, as she aroused herself off of Janine's body! Marjorie kept licking the semen off Janine's body for a long time, until Janine felt like a kitten being cleaned by the momma cat. Janine didn't object when Marjorie moved down to her cunt and ate her but after a few minutes she tensed. In the back of her mind she remembered what was on Marjorie's lips and tongue and fingers. She hoped that there wasn't enough semen left to do anything to her. Too late now!

"At last I have you to myself!" Marjorie murmured as she ravished Janine's helpless body for her own pleasure. Janine had expected to get it on with Marjorie eventually but not in this weird way and without being able to fondle Marjorie's boobs for herself. But in a funny way it was sexier that way, surrendering complete control to this aggressively sexual creature. 

Marjorie spent more than an hour playing with Janine -- her lips, tongue, and fingers went everywhere! No wonder the sexually frustrated guests who Marjorie pity-fucked went home feeling happy! Marjorie was insatiable. Sleep overtook both of them early in the morning hours. 

Some time during the night Marjorie had released her from her bondage and the two women slept in each other's arms, skin almost stuck together by the dried slime and spit. 

Janine woke up once or twice during the night. Her life at Iznoma Hedonia was so simple, compared to normal life. All that was asked of her by anyone here was to receive pleasure and to be sexually available. She was going to tell the world about Iznoma Hedonia and in so doing invent a brand-new fashion in journalism! She was looking forward to tomorrow and her editor's reply!



Deidre in the Islands Ch. 17



Janine awoke from her night tired and still sore from all the sex the night and afternoon before but satisfied. The two women, her and Marjorie, now intimately familiar with the feel and taste of each other's bodies, showered together to get the grit, sweat, and dried semen off before heading down to a late breakfast at the Caffeinery. There they sat, nude, both women sharing the seat in one extra-wide, low over-stuffed leather chair, Janine's right leg over Marjorie's left. Marjorie frequently reached down and stroked Janine's pussy in plain sight of everyone while they munched their muffins. 

They both knew that it might be the last time they spent time together. Janine had grown close to the Eastern European bombshell over the last several days and now that they had finally made lesbian love she felt sorry that she wasn't going to see Marjorie again. Janine was scheduled to leave the next day but Marjorie was leaving the resort that afternoon. Marjorie had explained to Janine that she was leaving in a few hours for her regular weekend with Raul, the shadowy chief of the secret police in the Islands, not a man to be kept waiting! Lending Marjorie to Raul every weekend was insurance for Deidre -- together with her own sexual services to the attorney general, they kept the Islands' political leaders happy and more than willing to let Deidre do whatever Deidre wanted at Iznoma Hedonia! 

Marjorie kept an overnight bag packed for these weekends but she didn't need much in the way of clothes. Raul usually kept her naked or wanted her to wear clothes he bought for her and kept at the villa -- these were always revealing and sexy: peasant blouses cut so low that her boobs always fell out, miniskirts (Raul preferred them without panties!), "come-fuck-me" shoes with impossibly high heels he got for her on trips to Miami, and hot pants with a see-through blouse (that style went out twenty years before, in the 1960's!).

Marjorie had a full schedule at Iznoma Hedonia, between the resort job and servicing Raul. Every week by this time, Marjorie's work at the resort was finished for a few days. The guests who weren't getting any on their own had been treated to at least one carefully arranged pity fuck and the next week's wave of guests hadn't arrived yet. So for the weekend, Marjorie was sent to Raul and stayed in his villa -- and mostly in his bed -- for two or three days, with breaks for parties and occasionally being passed around to Raul's friends, especially when Raul was out of town. It wasn't so bad, Marjorie said. Raul was not the most sensitive lover in the world but he had a big cock and knew how to use it! The sex was actually the best part of the deal! But Raul was less exciting than he had been at the beginning of this arrangement, two years before. He was starting to act like screwing her was something written in on his schedule, like exercise at the gym, instead of indulging his old lecherous ways, when he thought up all kinds of imaginative ways to show her off and use her body and he used to grope her in front of his friends to get himself thoroughly roused before he boned her. She was getting the idea that maybe Raul was getting tired of her -- she was certainly getting tired of Raul! -- and maybe he wanted new pussy.

And on her side, Marjorie was getting a little restless in the arrangement, since she had been confined to the Island all this time. When she arrived, penniless and fleeing the political crackdown in her country, it was a fair trade. Deidre used Marjorie's body to satisfy Raul, which protected both of them, not just Deidre and the resort, since in the early days Marjorie had nowhere else in the world to go where she would have protection provided for her, as a courtesy to the General (her powerful and secretive lover back in the old country). It wasn't unfair, either, because Deidre gave herself up to the attorney general one a month, too. And when she wasn't giving out sexual favors to guests, male or female, who hadn't been able to get them for themselves, Marjorie was usually welcome in Deidre's bed. But Marjorie was getting tired of the deal and she had talked to Deidre about leaving. She wanted to move on, now that she had a little money saved and the heat was off in her home country, not that she ever wanted to go back. What's more, it was important to keep Raul happy because he was protection. Marjorie was worried that he was getting tired of her. She knew she was getting a little tired of him!

"Some things have changing to do," Marjorie said. "I need to find another girl for Raul so I can go to Chick-a-go!" Marjorie had relatives in Chicago -- nice people who hadn't known anything about her except her name because the family in the old country had not shared much information with them about anything for years. Her cousin, Lucian, was an engineer for a company that did a lot of business in Japan. His sisters, her cousins too but she didn't know their names, worked as secretaries in the city government. They were completely unaware of her sordid past and had been surprised to hear from her a few months ago. They thought she was a recreation director at the resort, which in a sense was true! She thought it might be nice to go visit them for a while and see what opportunities there were in the big city. Maybe she could become the mistress of somebody rich! But that dream seemed to be a long way off! For the moment, Marjorie was going to go to Raul as she did every week and she couldn't see any future here beyond it. 

So, not long before noon, Marjorie excused herself and left, kissing Janine on the mouth and patting her left boob in front of everyone. She was going back to her room to take a shower. Later, she would put on street clothes before leaving Iznoma Hedonia and being driven to Raul by one of his leering security men. Her street clothes would be sexy but nothing like the loincloths, nudity, and erotic costumes of the resort. 

As Janine sat there, one of the staff men, panting, ran up to Janine holding an envelope marked "Urgent Message!" Janine immediately concluded that the envelope contained a message and that it must be urgent, considering the effort the young man had exerted to bring it to her. She took it and thanked him and then settled back in the shade. The envelope was very thin. It was from New York!

I'm going to take my time and savor this moment, Janine thought to herself. 1985 is going to go down in journalism history as my year -- the year I invented gonzo porn! Slowly she ripped the end off the envelope, reached inside, and pulled out a single sheet of slick fax paper. It was her future she was opening. It was the message that she expected from her editor at Against Moss, the magazine of her generation. It was a reply to her draft story from the hip man with a big inkpot who had assigned her to visit and then write an expose of Iznoma Hedonia, the libertine resort where she had just spent the last six days. The man who surely, more than anyone, would appreciate that she was taking the gonzo journalism for which this magazine was famous to new and undreamed of heights. 

She was so excited she squirmed in her seat as she started to read. 

"Are you out of your mind? What the fuck do you think you are doing? This is shit. You're fired." There wasn't much else. Just a "Dear Janine" at the beginning and a "Sincerely" at the end. She read through the body of the letter again. She admired her editor for the concise but accurate way he expressed himself in simple but earthy language. On the other hand, she would have preferred a more positive response! 

Deeply disappointed, Janine got up and walked slowly back to her room. 

So that was it. No story, no fame, no job anymore. No job to go back to. Her life in New York revolved around her job -- the only "friends" she had outside work were the ditzes she hung out with at bars and who competed with her to get the attention of guys. The rest of her life was -- boring! And she never seemed to get ahead. Janine had been counting on this story for job advancement and more money. Her rent was due in a week but the landlord already was holding the deposit she paid when she took the place. Her furniture was from a thrift store and her bed carried no meaningful memories -- a couple of one-night stands and sleepovers by that idiot Brad. Janine had nothing at home to speak of except a few bar dresses that were rapidly going out of fashion. She had brought her business suit, a few dresses and the little jewelry she had, the only things she had that were of value, to Iznoma Hedonia. Once she arrived, she found that she would be naked or half naked the entire assignment and didn't need them after all, but she had them here. 

What was she going to do?

Turning a corner, she bumped into a nice-looking man wearing the loincloth. That was a little unusual because by the end of the week most of the guests had dispensed with clothes altogether. Most of the men went nude after the first day, when they discovered they could. 

"Hi there!" said the man, and the loincloth twitched as something under it moved. "You don't remember me but I know you!" What he meant was that he knew parts of her intimately.

Janine was puzzled but welcomed the distraction from her difficult situation. "I don't recall ever...."

"I thought so!" the man interrupted. He had curly black hair and the physique of a tennis player. "You were kind of wasted on Tuesday night. I found you lying on a buoy on the beach with your ass in the air. I just loved your pretty bubble butt. I asked you if you minded if I cornholed you right then and you said to help myself! I think you might have passed right out afterward but you sure seemed to like it at the time!"

"So you're the guy!" Janine squealed. "You were my first anal at Iznoma Hedonia and I don't remember any of it!" She thought back to the morning after, only three days before, when she woke up on that bouy. "Thanks for using a condom but you left it in my rectum!" She told him about finding it the next morning and how it spilled his come all over the back of her legs when she pulled it out. 

"Yeah, it slipped off and I didn't want to wake you by fiddling with your anus while you were asleep. I knew it would come out the next time you pooped, if not sooner." Janine thought it was charming the way he said pooped instead of shit. "Sure, I always use a condom. I'd never do an unconscious girl bareback. It isn't right. So, you like it in the ass?" he queried, with obvious interest in her answer. While he was talking he had put his hands on her hips and turned her around to look at her pretty little ass. She bend slightly at the waist and thrust it out for him. She was happy to show it off to someone who appreciated it! 

"I didn't think I did but since I've come here I've done it lots and it's growing on me. I did a double penetration yesterday! People always like my tits but since I've come to Iznoma Hedonia my ass has been getting lots more attention, too." 

"Good for you!" the guy said, encouragingly. "Want to do anal with me again, conscious this time?" As he spoke he pulled aside his loincloth to show Janine why he was wearing it -- his prick was very long and his balls were huge -- like baseballs. The loincloth kept both from swinging from side to side while he walked. 

"Sure! Don't mind if I do!" Janine blushed a little, contemplating the ease with which this guy was talking himself into her ass. It didn't seem to matter that she was standing there naked and showing it off to him. Well, it would be fun. This little encounter would take her mind off her bad situation. "But I think I need a drink first. I just got some shocking news and I need to settle down before I can enjoy this." He took her arm and led her off in the direction he had been going when they met. 

The man didn't readjust his loincloth so as they walked his package bounced and moved enticingly. He took her to a bar she hadn't been to yet -- she favored the beach bars at Iznoma Hedonia and this was in the resort building. It was still morning so the bar wasn't very crowded. He got her a "cream pie" -- the delicious coconut and rum drink with a creamy texture and a slightly salty taste that was a specialty of the resort. It always felt slippery and delicious going down! He had a Dubonnet. They sat in the back on bar stools with a high table between them as they drank up and fondled each other. 

It was dark in the back of the bar, a contrast with the bright tropical sunlight outside. That seemed appropriate to Janine, because after they had their drink, she thought, they would go somewhere private and she would take it where the sun didn't shine. Here at least they would have a little privacy to make out and indulge themselves. Her double penetration by the pool the day before had been a little too public -- too many people cheering them on and distracting her from the sensations being created deep inside her body, at least until she got so close to orgasm that she lost interest in everything around her. On the other hand, there was no question that it gave Janine rush to show off in public. Even back home in New York she didn't mind guys she met in a club touching her on the dance floor or at the bar, although she drew the line when they slipped their hand under her short skirts. Here she didn't mind being groped at all and there were no skirts -- she was naked. 

Soon Janine got off the bar stool and stood in front of him to let him feel her up, enjoying his hands as they gripped and kneaded and parted her buttcheeks. Soon, Janine had his big balls in her hand and was rolling them around under the table as his dick bobbed up and down. He pulled on her nipples to get them hard and they both knew she was getting wet from his touch. His dick was enormous now, long but still thin, just right for deep anal. 

Janine was beginning to feel like she had felt the night before -- stimulated to the max and impatient waiting for penetration but they were in a public place -- the resort bar had other guests present and they were being watched with curious and lustful eyes from across the room. The man got a condom out of the basket on the table -- one was always close at hand at Iznoma Hedonia -- and Janine suddenly realized that he intended to take her right there, in front of other people! 

Well, so what? She did not resist when he turned her around and pushed gently on her back to bend her over the bar stool. She didn't stop him from putting his hands on her hips and pulling himself into her cunt, where he let her secretions coat the condom-covered prick and got her even more in the mood, as she sighed and enjoyed the feeling even though her pussy was still tender from the night before. Then he pulled out of her, she felt his hands spread her cheeks, then one hand went away, and she gasped in shock! Something cold and wet was being poured into her butt! She looked up and saw that her anal-loving lover had poured the slippery drink right in her crack! and that they were surrounded by seven or eight other guests! He put the glass down and positioned his cock, still wet with the lube from her cunt, right at the hole and pushed! Janine felt her anus open and although her sphincter resisted at first, all that practice she had put in this week paid off because the man slipped inside her easily and her butt suddenly felt delightfully full! 

Exactly where he wanted to be, her butt-lover took his time. He leaned over her and kneaded her abundant breasts as he thrust deeply into her. Whenever she felt dry, he poured more of the coconut drink into her ass, where it ran down her crack and lubricated his dick. She felt a burning from the rum on her sensitive tissues but it was not unpleasant and maybe the alcohol was giving her a little buzz. Mostly, she felt filled, churned, and ravished as he took his languid pleasure in her ass. She knew that everyone was watching her and she didn't care. 

Finally she reached down with one hand and started to frig herself, because she could sense that he was going to come and she didn't think she could just from anal stimulation alone, as good as it felt. He got the idea and dropped both hands to her crotch, letting her boobs hang free and wobble, for the enjoyment of all the men around her, now numbering about twenty as guests who wandered into the bar saw that sexy something was going on in back! He pulled her tender cuntlips, still sore from the night before, put a finger up her and rubbed the palm of his hand right on her clit, keeping her up to speed with him, he thought, but miscalculating a little because Janine got ahead of him! With a loud moan, Janine's entire body but especially her hanging, natural boobs shook in a delicious orgasm in front of all the bar patrons and underneath her anal lover. Just then, his strokes became deeper and longer and slower as he rammed her ass over and over again pounding her standing up through through her orgasm, keeping it going strong while his own built up. Finally, with a muted roar, he thrust into her so hard that he nearly pushed her and the bar stool over but she wouldn't have fallen because he had such a tight grip on her hips that she had a bruise the next day. His penis gave a jerk and he bucked his hips and a long ejaculation, with several spurts and what Janine later learned was a massive load from those oversize balls filled the condom inside her rectum. It must have been like that the first time and Janine wished she could have been awake to enjoy it then! 

It took a long time for both of them to come down but this time when the man pulled out of her butt he kept control of the condom, which had an impressive load in it. Janine suddenly felt empty. She stayed hunched over the bar stool for a minute, enjoying the feeling of her sphincter gaping and then slowly closing. The guy was watching it and several guys behind him had almost as good a view. It smelled like coconut and rum. When it was finally shut, she had an urge to pull her dress down over her ass and smooth it down for modesty and it took her a moment to remember that she wasn't wearing any clothes. However when she touched herself she realized she was sticky from the drink the guy had poured in her butt. So she took a glass of water and splashed her ass crack with it to freshen up. 

The bartender, who had been watching the whole thing closely, just laughed. He would be the one to mop up the floor after they left but he had mopped up much worse, usually at the end of a busy night. 

"That was just what I needed. And it was a pleasure being sodomized by a real gentleman!" Janine gushed! "I like that you entered my cunt first -- it got me more relaxed and in the mood. I really liked it when you put it in my ass slowly and I felt you enter me long and hard. You pounded me just fine. I could even feel your dick spurt inside me. You also diddled me just right to help me get off!"

The guy couldn't believe his luck, of course, having such a pretty partner let him take her in the ass not only once but twice! "Thanks for letting me fuck your butt!" he said gallantly, "I loved every second! You have a tight anus and you have a beautiful ass! I hope we can do it again!"

She was sure that there would not be a third performance, since he was leaving the next day, but at Iznoma Hedonia you never kew, so she kissed him without actually saying good-bye, and left the bar, smiling at the bartender, who was grinning at her and giving her the "thumbs up" sign as she walked out. She was tempted but still ignored invitations from the other guests in the bar to do it again, with each of them! Her ass was satisfied now and her mind was focused on other things. 

The orgasm from her anal encounter had relaxed her and taken away the tension. The anxiety Janine had felt after reading the letter had disappeared. The disappointment that had overwhelmed Janine that morning had gone. She was able to focus now, after getting her satisfaction.




Deidre in the Islands Ch. 17



Janine was thinking clearly for the first time since coming to Iznoma Hedonia. Her dream of fame and fortune and the availability of multiple sexual partners of her choosing which would have come from creating a new genre of gonzo porn had just been a fantasy -- it was never going to happen. As she walked out into the sunlight, she saw that and realized that she had to be realistic. 

A plan formed in Janine's mind. At first she rejected it -- it was just too gross -- she wasn't that kind of girl! But it made sense. What was really wrong with it? How could she ever do it? What else could she do? What kind of girl was she really, anyway? She had just taken a dirty butt fuck in the back of a bar and loved it! She had come to Iznoma Hedonia timid, full of conflict, and so nervous about her sexual expression she almost passed out that first day. By last night, she was exploring everything that didn't hurt and had happily let herself be tied up and gang-banged by a basketball team from Yonkers. It was a different world here, with different rules! Finally, she made up her mind. She ran to find Marjorie. 

And so it happened that four hours later, after a bumpy car ride to the capital during which Janine's braless boobs kept popping out of the very low, tight scoop-cut pullover she borrowed from Marjorie, and Marjorie's unrestrained chest never stopped moving inside her tight peasant blouse, the two women found themselves in the parlor of a tropical villa, facing a darkly handsome, powerfully-built middle-aged man with an inscrutable expression. 

Marjorie still had most of her clothes on, although her floppy boobs were hanging out, but by this time, Janine was naked and was standing right in front of the man in nothing but very high heels. Marjorie was speaking to Raul in Spanish, which was easy for her to learn because it is close to her native language. Janine didn't speak Spanish but she knew perfectly well what was being said about her. Periodically Marjorie would rattle off a long description and then remove an article of Janine's clothing to show him something. They had spent a long time examining Janine's tits and Raul obviously liked them very much, especially the areolas and how Janine's nipples stood up when Marjorie gave them a little suck. 

"Bend over, Janine, and spread your cheeks." Marjorie told her in English. "He need to see what you look like from back. He love your butt." He was stroking himself through his pants. Janine did as she was asked. Raul sniffed the air and seemed pleased.

A few minutes later, Raul had made up his mind. He switched to heavily accented English, so Janine would understand. "I want for you to stay weekend, so we two have a little celebration for the change! I -- how you say it -- break you in tonight." He nodded to Janine, and smiled as if to say he would respect her in the morning if she put out for him at night. "I say goodbye to Marjorie, who I like very very much. I fuck her one last time, maybe lots, in bed with you too. She will show you what I like. I am sorry to see her go. Then," he nodded at Janine, "we party - every weekend - for a long time!" Raul unzipped his pants. "We start now."