island05.txt

Just after the break of dawn, a small Learjet touched down on the
island's runway.  Charles 'Chuck Fuck' Danvers emerged carrying two
suitcases and walked over to the line shack.  He waved to the Pilot, who
then restarted the port engine, which was the only one he shut down,
taxied back onto the runway and took off.  Danvers dropped his luggage,
pressed the buzzer near the door of the shack which let someone in the
house know he was there, and then walked toward the castle.

Once there he headed for the room in the main studio which he knew was
reserved for the director.  He took out a small vial of white powder,
placed in under his left nostril and sniffed.  He repeated the process
with the right nostril and then proceeded to examine and markup a
script he had with him.

Later in the morning, Jess and Dave were down for breakfast and then had
left for the studio, located in one of the new wings of the castle.
They had already been working on the last minute changes and details of
production with Danvers and Matt when, they heard a small plane come in
for a landing on the airstrip behind the mansion.  They all went out to
see who was paying them a visit.

Taxiing down the runway was a single engine Cessna.  Two people were in
the four seat airplane.  It turned toward the hanger where Jess and the
other were standing.  When it rolled to a stop, Jess recognized Greg Up
in the left hand seat but the girl next to him was partially hidden from
view by the door frame.  The plane came to a stop, the engine shut down,
and Greg jumped out.  He was wearing a pair of short cutoffs and no
shirt.  The girl soon stepped out and the four saw that she was
completely naked.  Her colossal bouncing breasts caught their
eyes so that she was almost around the plane and next to Greg before
they saw that it was Tanya Tyson; Tanya I. Tyson, TIT for short and for
two very obvious reasons.

Greg reached his hand out to Tanya, gave her a big kiss and they walked
toward the group on the tarmac.

"My God!  Have you ever fucked in one of these teeny planes?" was the
first thing Tanya said as they reached the group.  "Gregy had a hard
time keeping it level as I sat on him, and those airpockets.  Wow!"  She
grabbed her crotch and squeezed with her legs held tightly together.

"Hello, Jess, Dave.  And hello Mr. Danvers."

"Call me Chuck, Greg," said the director.  "And you, Tanya, can call me
anything you want -- as you always do."

"Greg, Tanya, this is Matt Giesler.  He's the production assistant and
he runs the film lab -- he's also the lead camera and light man."

The appropriate handshakes were made and the six then walked back to the
studio.  Roger and his Jamaican helper were already heading toward the
house with the luggage from the plane.  When they reached the studio,
Jess picked up a short robe and handed it to Tanya.

"Here, love, put this on.  You're making me too hot with that available
bod.  If you don't cover it a bit I won't be able to get anymore work
done until I fuck you."

"Anytime, Jess," she answered.

But she still put the robe on; it barely covered her pussy and her
breasts were so large that the robe hung away from her body, giving
everyone a great view with each slight movement of her body.  She seemed
to enjoy the effect and no one seemed to mind.  Each one knew that they
would fuck her many times before she left the island; she knew it too.
She smiled.

"All pleasure aside, why are you two here so early?"

"The mainland got a little boring so Tanya and I decided to hop around
the islands for a week or so.  We've been to the Bahamas, the Virgin
Islands, and a few of the smaller ones.  We found a really neat resort
for the more liberal minded among us .  It catered to our every sexual
fantasy.  It was fan-fucking-tastic -- orgies on the beach every
afternoon, hot tubs and pools in the evening, and saunas afterwards.
You pay for the week and every pleasure is free.  We only stayed for
three days, but we'll catch up on the way back.  Didn't want to wear
ourselves out, you know.  So we came here a day early."

"As long as you're here, we might as well get started.  Here are a
couple of scripts, we still have a few changes but basically it's going
to shoot as is."

Jess handed a script to each of the newcomers.  They went off to a
corner of the studio and began reading it.  The others sat just off
stage in the chairs that were always there.  They each had a script and
began discussing it.

Meanwhile back upstairs, Sandy had finally succumbed to the sunlight,
which was coming from a high angle in the sky, and opened her eyes.  A
quick look around told her where she was and a smile grew on her face.
With a swift roll, she climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom to
freshen up.  Then, still nude, she walked into hallway and across to
Ariel's room.

Ariel had just awakened from the noise of the plane landing and rolled
over to greet Sandy.  Sandy leaned over the bed and gave her a big kiss.
Ariel's tongue struck out at the luscious mouth and the two sexy ladies
fell back onto the bed.  Ariel 's left hand glided swiftly down Sandy's
silky body, stopping long enough to kneed her breast until the nipple
was very erect.  She then let her hand slide down the slender belly to
the triangle of hair between the tender thighs.

Sandy helped by parting her legs and rolling over on her back.  She then
grabbed the hand and forced it to rub her clitorus.

"Do it like only a woman can.  Please send me off."

Ariel pushed two fingers into Sandy's cunt, gently sliding them in and
out.  Her mouth now relinquished the tongue she had been sucking, only
to move to the nipple she had made hard.  She sucked on the nipple
causing it to grow even harder as she put three fingers into the pussy.
In and out.  In and out, the four fingers went, with a gasp from Sandy.

"Can I do it all, love?"

"Yes!, do it all.  Please go all the way."

"Beg me to do it."

"Do it.  Please do it."

"Beg.  What do you want me to do?"

"Stick it in me."

"Ask me, Sandy.  Beg me."

"Please stick your fist in me.  Fist fuck me, Ariel, my love."

Ariel began working her thumb into the tight hole.

"Push your fist into me."

"And what do I get, love?"

"I'll lick your pussy for hours.  I'll lick your asshole for hours."

"Ooooh, sounds fun.  And then what?

"I'll Stick my tongue in your ass and then I'll bite your nipples."

Ariel gave a gentle shove and her hand disappeared into the womanly
depths of Sandy's body.  Her pussy was wrapped tightly around Ariel's
wrist.  Ariel began pushing in and out, going in a little farther each
time.

"Oh, my God!  Fuck me!  Your fist!  Ariel!  Fuck!  Push it!"

Ariel pushed her fist in almost to her elbow and pulled out to her
wrist.  Then she did it again, and again, and again.  Each pump was a
little faster than before.

"Go!  Fist fuck me!"

Sandy rolled over onto her hands and knees and began helping with the
pumping.  She also fondled her breasts and took turns with Ariel,
rubbing her clit.  Soon she was buried deeply in a wonderful orgasm.

"Slowly now.  Slow down and pull it out gently.  I want this to last
awhile."

Ariel pulled her fist out of the other girl's pussy and began slowly
licking the still pumping, swollen area covered with hair.  Sandy rolled
onto her back again to rest.

"Your turn," Sandy said with a smile.

"Do it to me!"

Ariel climbed over Sandy's shoulders and bent down to lick her pussy in
the standard sixty-nine fashion.  Sandy then forced her arms over
Ariel's legs, thus pushing Ariel more toward her feet.  In this
position, Sandy could lick her pussy as well as her ass, with no trouble
at all.

Sandy then pulled down on Ariel's back, pushing her ass closer to
Sandy's face.  Out went her tongue as the cheeks of Ariel's ass made
contact with the cheeks of Sandy's face.  Sandy's tongue pushed directly
into the asshole, almost two inches deep.  Ariel moaned and did
likewise to the pussy at her mouth.  Sandy wiggled her tongue as she
pushed two fingers into the pussy on the other side.

The two girls went at each other for quite a few minutes before a maid
came into the room.

"Excuse me, Madams, but Mr. Bridgewell said that I should wake you if
you weren't down by noon.  It's just after noon now."

"Finish this pussy for me, Meg."  Ariel had bent upward keeping her ass
in Sandy's face.

Meg, the maid, came over to the bed and climbed between Sandy's legs.
With a swift motion, she shoved a thumb into the wide open pussy and a
finger in the asshole beneath it.  She then placed her mouth over the
cunt hole and began moving thumb, finger, and tongue all at once.
Sandy's mouth went wild on Ariel's ass as she came again at the expert
hands of the maid.  Ariel came too, as her pussy dripped all over
Sandy's chest and down her breast.

When the ordeal was over, the two thanked Meg and got up to clean
themselves before heading down to breakfast.  Meg straightened the bed
and left.

"Good morning, Sandy," Ariel said as she brought her head up from the
wash basin.

"Great morning, Ariel."

One more kiss, and the two went downstairs to breakfast.  And within a
half hour they had joined the others in the studio.  Soon the talk was
about the shooting schedule and other arrangements of the filming of
Diary of a Horny Housewife.

"So tomorrow the rest of the cast will arrive and the next day we start
shooting the fuck scenes and then every morning we continue with them.
In the afternoons we shoot the straight scenes.  This will keep us from
tiring out the stars too much."

"Ok, Chuck, but what about Tanya and Greg, since they're here we could
go ahead and get their fuck scenes out of the way. that would put us
more than a day ahead of schedule."

"Sounds good to me, Dave.  Let's ask them -- they might be a little beat
after the plane flight, but we could start them tomorrow at the latest.
That's still ahead of schedule."

Jess looked over to where the two stars were and saw them busily engaged
in acting out the stage directions from the script; but it wasn't their
scene.  Greg had Tanya bent over a folding chair; the script actually
called for a stuffed chair.  Her ass was high in the air and Greg's
enormous shaft was poking straight out toward her wonting pussy.  With a
few brushes of her clit with the head of his cock, Greg teased her until
the juice was dripping noticeably from her cunt.  He then slipped the
shaft into her and began fucking her with all his might.  The cock drove
in deep and pulled out, glistening with moisture.

Tanya rubbed her breasts and then moved her hands down to the rod
protruding from her body.  She circled it with her hands and stroked it
as it moved within her cunt.  She brushed his balls as he had brushed
her clit.

Their voices couldn't be heard but it was obvious that they were
enjoying themselves and had lost track of the script.  Jess walked over
to them.

"If you two can't keep from acting out the story, how about starting the
filming today?"

"I'd love it!" exclaimed Tanya.

"Ok by me," said Greg.

"Then don't wear yourselves out until we load up the cameras.  Matt will
need some time to set up equipment.  So stop your fucking, go get
something to eat and meet back here in one hour.  We'll start on page
23.  You two are alone there."

The two sex stars broke away and left without bothering to put their
clothing on.  The rest of the group pitched in to set up the stage.  The
scene was to be outside on the beach near the sailboat which housed the
college boys.  Greg was one of the boys.

They loaded up three electric carts with equipment and headed over to
the cliffs.  At the island's rocky edge they set up for the long shots,
then moved the rest of the equipment down to the beach for the close
ups.