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Bridgewell Island #2
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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.
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