island02.txt Bridgewell Island was located in the calm Caribbean Sea, almost two hundred miles east of the coast of Central America. Jess Bridgewell inherited the island which included a small castle of Scottish design. Over the few years since he acquired the island and received the freedom to handle his own financial affairs, he has renovated the castle and added new modern construction which increased the size of the structure four-fold. The island itself covers nearly eighteen square miles with a little less than 30 miles of beach circling the irregular land mass. Many coves dig into the wooded areas with cliffs and sandy beaches. The 3000 foot airstrip sits just behind the mansion/castle which is about 400 yards from the southern beach. The travelers entered the mansion through a huge set of double oak doors which were opened by two maids. Once inside, Jess led the maids through an archway toward the kitchen; they were joined along the way by a butler. The three guests went the other way and climbed a long curved staircase to the second floor. Dave walked between the girls and managed to keep his left arm around Sandy with his hand stroking her left tit while his right hand massaged Ariel's ass. "More fucks later, Dave," said Ariel as they reached the second floor and she turned right to head down the hall. Dave let his hand slip off her ass and trail down her outstretched arm as they parted. He then turned and gave Sandy a kiss. She quickly slid her hand down the front of his jeans and grabbed his growing cock. Her tongue shot into his mouth and mingled with his tongue as she pumped her hand up and down on the ever larger shaft confined within the tight jeans. "I want that in my ass!" "You'll get that and more as soon as I develop the film from the plane." He turn to go to his room but Sandy held tightly to his cock and followed him. "I want it now, Dave, please stick it in my ass. Please!" She pulled at the buttons on her blouse and had it off before Dave had opened the door. Her lovely breasts were bouncing gently against Dave's arm as she purposely rubbed herself against him. "Ok, sweet kitten, you've got it." Only then did she release his dick and slip her hand from his pants. Both hands then went to the bottom of her skirt and, in one motion, swiftly pulled it over her head and threw it against the wall where it dropped to the floor. Dave removed his clothes, but because his huge cock was now fully extended, it was a slower process than Sandy wished for. But before too many seconds had slipped by, Sandy was standing next to the bed bent over it with her ass promptly displayed for Dave to see. Which he did see. He finally removed all his clothes and knelt behind Sandy. His hands were stroking her thighs and gently rubbing against her cunt and asshole in equal turns. Dave's right hand tangled through the hairs surrounding the dripping opening of her vagina while the left hand massaged the area around her ass. When Sandy was just about ready to scream 'stick it in me', Dave thrust his fingers into her pussy; first one, then two, then four. He slid them in and out to get them really juicy. When their slickness satisfied him, he pulled them out and began reaming her asshole. Gently sticking the first finger in, pushing it as far as it would go; then two, then three, then with a measured slowness -- four. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass now, Dave." Sandy's voice was barely more than a whisper as she lay with her face buried in the bed, her knees bending and straightening, in turn, to enhance Dave's pumping action. In the meantime, Dave had stood up behind Sandy and while leaving his fingers in her ass, he thrust his long shaft into her cunt. By pumping in and out several times he was able to lubricate it enough for the journey into the depths of her ass. He pulled both his fingers and his cock out and slowly rubbed the head of his cock around the enlarged opening of her behind. "Here it comes." He started sliding it in with a slow but steady movement. The head slipped by the tight outer ring of her ass with almost no force and Dave had to hold back as Sandy's ass practically sucked the huge rod in. Quickly, four inches went in; then two more almost as fast. The next three inches had to be pu shed but they went easily as Sandy moaned and bunched up the bedspread in her hands. Dave stopped pushing inward and slowly rotated his hips stretching Sandy's ass; first to one side, then to the top, then the other side, then to the bottom and back again. As the limp mass of female body lay on the bed, Dave shoved the last inch into the pulsing rectum. With very slow movements, he pulled his cock out a very small amount and pushed it back in. As Sandy continued to moan louder and louder, he pumped faster and faster, and pulled out further and further. Soon his ten inch shaft was moving very quickly as it buried itself deep in the lovely asshole and then pulled out until the head just about surfaced. The tight sphincter muscle clamped over the head to help prevent total withdrawal and consequently prevented breaking the continuous spell of pleasure Sandy was obviously experiencing at the able hands, and cock, of Dave. A few minute eternity passed before Sandy could gain enough control to begin helping out in the sexual encounter. She began shoving her ass up as Dave pushed inward, thus forcing the long, hard rod deeper still into the wonting hole. Before too long she was able to slide her hand between the bed and her belly by pushing off the floor with her now almost worthless toes. She was able to reach her cunt and began rubbing the stiff, almost erect, bulb of flesh hidden under the folds of her soft pussy lips. Her moans were growing into gasps as she stroked her clit in time with Dave thrusting cock. "Fuck my ass, Dave, Fuck it." Her voice was as high a pitch as any soprano would dream of and full of heart felt, exhausting pleasure. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK ME!" Dave smiled and added a little more sideways movement to his thrusting. Sandy forced two fingers into her pussy just to help hold her hand in place as she masturbated under the weight of Dave's movements. A few more minutes passed before Sandy began screaming. "I'm cumming, love. I'm really cumming. Keep fucking. PLEASE! keep fucking my ass. FUCK my ass! Fuck my ass!" The last few words never really made it out of her mouth, but Dave knew what they were -- and so did Ariel, who had been standing behind the two for some time. As Sandy began to go limp, Dave slowed his pumping and then began the process of pulling his massive member from her asshole. Ariel made herself known at this time by reaching out and grabbing the throbbing dick. "Let me help with that." She proceeded to jackoff the shaft that had rendered Sandy paralyzed. "After what you did for my best friend, I can't let you go unsatisfied." Ariel talked to the cock as she expertly pulled and pushed, rubbed and stroked, until white gobs of semen gushed out, splashing her face and dripping onto Sandy's back. Dave climbed onto the bed beside Sandy and rolled over onto his back. Ariel climbed on top of him and planted a long luscious kiss on his opened mouth. Sandy rolled over and got her mouth in on the action. The threesome laid there with their three mouths touching and their three tongues darting to and fro until Sandy fell back flat on the bed. "I have never been butt fucked that well. You must have rammed my ass for twenty minutes. I don't think I can even take it that long when I'm drunk!" "Well then, babe, let's get you drunk and find out." Dave and Ariel got up from the bed, leaving Sandy to rest. "Not so fast, stud. I get the next fuck from that cock, so you better give it a little rest." Ariel pulled Dave away from the bed. "Ok, ok. You get the next fuck." Dave smiled and turned toward the connecting bathroom to wash up. Ariel helped Sandy get up from the king size bed. The two girls gathered up Sandy's clothing and left the room -- Sandy never bothered putting her clothes back on. As they left a maid came in started to lay clean clothes on the bed for Dave. When the clothes were all set she entered the bathroom where Dave was wiping himself down with a damp washcloth. "Allow me, Mr. Rothman." She took the washcloth from him and began wiping his naked body ever so gently. As she came upon his dangling male organ, she pushed it upward and sucked it gently into her mouth. She sucked it deep and then let it pull out while she continued to wipe with the cloth. "You're not getting very stiff, Mr. Rothman. Could it be that you've had too much today?" "Never too much, Sylvia, just too soon." She let the large limp cock slip out of her mouth and gave it one last long wipe with the damp washcloth. She stood up and the two entered the bedroom. "If there's nothing else sir I'll go help Alfred with the meal and see you later." "That's fine Sylvia. I can manage from here. Thank you." As Sylvia left the room, one of the Jamaicans came in with Dave's baggage and photo equipment. He set then on the bed and left. Dave picked up the film containers and the movie camera he had been using today and left also. He was heading for the photo lab which consisted of the entire lower level of one of the newer wings of Bridgewell Castle.