Two Tickets to Paradissime Ch. 03

For once, Veronica woke me up. I hadn't opened my eyes yet, but V's voice was sharp and surprisingly cheerful, given how we had ended things last night.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" her voice rang out. "It's already almost lunch time. Did you not sleep well?"

"Umm," I kept my eyes closed but yawned and stretched. "Honestly, not really. I don't know, I guess I was just stressed."

"Aw, I'm sorry about that," V lamented. "Is it because I was such a bitch?"

"No! I wouldn't say-"

"I know you wouldn't, but I kinda was: getting mad at you for something I told you to do, being selfish and possessive when all I've done is tease you all week, all that. Well don't worry, I slept on it and I'm feeling much better this morning. I'm sorry, truly. Can you forgive me?"

"Of c-"

"Hold that thought because I've got a surprise for you today. It was supposed to be a surprise for... well, it's a surprise for you now! I think it'll make you forgive me. But first, let's eat!"

"What?" I finally opened my eyes. There was a whole spread of fruit and sandwiches in our room. "Where did all this come from?"

"From Angélique, of course!" Veronica explained as if it were obvious (which I suppose it was). "I called her about an hour ago to bring us lunch. When she delivered the food, I apologized and made up with her, so two birds."

"You answered the door naked?" I asked.

"Are you still sleeping?" Veronica teased. "Yes! I've been topless all week and I hardly think Angélique cared I was fully naked today. I assure you, she has seen plenty of naked women before."

"Right, right, that makes sense." I sat up as V brought me a sandwich and a shot of rum. "First thing in the morning?" I asked and then took the shot with blind trust for whatever V had planned.

"A, I already told you that it's not morning; it's lunch time. B, I think the rum might help us relax for this afternoon's surprise. I took one shot before I woke you and I actually think I might take another in a minute."

We ate and enjoyed each other's company, like we often had before when loosened by a drink or two. It was as if yesterday hadn't happened. Still, I felt I should bring it up.

"So.... You made up with Angélique. You got me brunch in bed to make up with me-"

"Oh no," Veronica interrupted. "Brunch is bonus. The real making up is coming shortly."

"Ok," I chewed thoughtfully. "But my point remains. And now my question, do you have any plans to make up with Mar-"

Veronica held up a hand. "Uh uh. I'm not ready for that yet. Don't even say her name. I may have found her bikini bottoms in the room this morning. And I may have thrown them off the balcony into the vegetation. Maybe."

I understood, so I didn't say or ask anything further.

About an hour after we finished eating, there was a knock at the door.

"That's it!" V exclaimed nervously. "The surprise! I'm glad I took those two shots..." She got up and answered the door, still nude.

As V stepped aside, two women entered. They were both dressed in the island uniform of a fabric skirt and a lei. The first one was about 5'7", with 36B boobs, which were mostly exposed by the lei that only covered her dark nipples. She looked like Nathalie Emmanuel, but with gorgeous blue eyes. She was carrying what looked like a folding table in each hand. The second was about 5'0", with 34B boobs. She looked like Janelle Monae, but with the same gorgeous blue eyes. She was pushing a small cart ahead of her.

"Good afternoon," the taller one acknowledged us. "My name is Noémie. This is my sister Norah. We will be conducting your massages."

"Every product we use is made with the local water," Norah explained. "Oils, teas, even the incense is made from plants that have subsisted on the groundwater."

"Here, please, have some tea." Noémie began to pour some tea from a thermos that she had produced from I don't know where.

"Drink it, smell it, feel it rubbed into your skin. Let it consume you, while you consume it, and we can guarantee this will be the best massage you've ever had," Norah finished.

"I like the sound of that!" V enthused.

The women nodded professionally and then got to work.

Noémie confidently approached the window and began setting up her tables

Meanwhile, Norah was unpacking her cart. "What scent of incense would you prefer?" she asked.

"Do you have something with lavender?" Veronica asked.

Norah nodded. "And the same for the oil?"

"That would be lovely," Veronica answered.

When the tables were secure, Noémie beckoned me toward hers, and pointed V toward Norah's. I had never had a massage and did not expect to enjoy it, but of course I would go along with any activity V had planned. I settled onto the table, laying on my stomach to begin.

Noémie's hands were soft, but her touch was firm. Her fingers dug into my neck and my shoulders - the pressure was almost painful but the release was euphoric. She progressed down my back, making slower and wider circles on each pass. I shouldn't have been so surprised, at this point, that she massaged my butt cheeks directly, or that she focused on them for so long.

It felt good.

Surprisingly good.

Too good.

I felt my cock start to harden against the cushioned table. This was now the opposite of relaxing, as I worried about developing an embarrassing erection. I was pretty sure that was frowned upon, even during a naked massage. Even when Noémie moved on from my butt and worked her way down my legs, my erection unfortunately did not subside. She applied more oil to her hands as she started on a dedicated foot massage.

"That brings us to the end of part one," Norah announced. "Please flip over, so we may begin part two."

Uh oh. This is the moment I had been dreading. Flipping over would mean exposing the severity of my erection to the room.

"Did you fall asleep, C?" Veronica asked with a giggle. "Time to flip over!"

Well, here goes. I rotated on the massage table, from my stomach, to my right shoulder, to my back, hoping the extra two seconds facing away from Veronica would delay the inevitable. Of course, those two seconds were never going to be enough for my hard on to soften, especially when our masseuses both removed their leis as we settled onto our backs. Without even a towel to cover myself, my cock reached a full ninety degree angle careening toward the ceiling.

Again, I should have expected this by now. But I was surprised to find that nobody, not even Veronica, commented on my erection. I suppose Noémie and Norah were used to seeing such things from their clients. Well, with apparent amnesty, I turned my head toward Veronica. I loved the way her perky breasts thrust upward, in bold defiance of gravity. Her nipples were particularly hard and pointy at the moment, and I found myself wondering whether Veronica was enjoying her massage as much as I was.

In no time at all, Noémie had completed the journey back up my legs and was approaching my chest. As she rubbed oil into my pecs, she appraised, "You seem so tense. Is there anything I can do to help with that?"

Staring at her exposed tits, now swinging tantalizingly above my face, I couldn't help but hear innuendo in her offer. Still trying to be respectful, I spluttered an apology and assured her that I was fine, albeit new to massages. Noémie smiled knowingly.

Veronica ended up speaking to me next. "It's okay, Carlos. Let yourself go. Relax and enjoy this. Remember what Princess Adeline said? The customs here are more lax than we're used to."

"I know..." I responded. "But remember what we talked about last night? I'm trying to be respectful."

"Remember what we talked about this morning?" V countered. "I'm sorry and I'm gonna be less jealous. I promise. Besides, this is different. These women are not trying to steal you from me, like that beach bitch was. Feel free to enjoy this - all of this. I know I will."

"Does that mean you're ready for part 3?" Norah inquired.

"Hmmm, yes please!" Veronica enthused.

"What's part- oh." Noémie's hand wrapped around the base of my cock. Her hands were soft but her grip was firm. She stroked me up and down slowly. I could tell her expert touch would easily make me cum quickly.

V's moans drew my attention. I turned my head and saw her beautiful body arching toward the ceiling. Norah had one hand receiving V's proffered breast, cupping the soft flesh, while her thumb and index finger wrapped around V's nipple. Norah had her other hand working V's sex. From what I could see, Norah had her middle two fingers planted deep in V's pussy, while her thumb swiped back and forth across V's clit. Meanwhile, V was using one hand to pinch her other nipple, while her other hand was gripping Norah's ass for stability.

"Ooooooh," Veronica squealed. "Just like that! Oh fuck, I've never felt anything like this before. Norah, your hands are- Norah- Norah- Nor- ooooooh, mmmmmmmm." She exhaled slowly and deeply. The sounds coming from Veronica's table devolved into inarticulate moans.

Noémie stroked me faster. The heightened pleasure forced me to close my eyes. I tried to hold back from cumming for as long as I could. I found myself holding my breath.

I heard V release a particularly erotic gasp. I opened my eyes and saw that Norah was now eating out my lifelong crush. The sight finally pushed me over the edge immediately. My cum fired into the air in forceful bursts, raining back down on Noémie's hands, my abs, and my thighs. I reflexively humped the air as Noémie continued to jack me off throughout my ejaculation.

Moments later, I heard V scream as a powerful orgasm overtook her as well. Her legs shook, her pelvis ground itself at Norah's face, her arms flailed around searching for an anchor against the waves of pleasure crashing over her. V seemed to feel the impact of multiple consecutive orgasms, or else one incredibly large one, as her screaming and convulsing went on for 2 or 3 minutes.

When Norah finally released her, V slumped down onto the table, her head turned toward mine. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were unfocused. Eventually, she made eye contact with me and blushed.

"I've never cum that hard before," she admitted. "That was incredible. Norah..." V held her eye contact with me. "Norah, whatever you did to me... wow. Did I scream?"

"Oh yeah," I told her. "You screamed a lot."

"I did??"

"I think they probably heard you in the next hut over," I teased her.

"Oh my GOD," V blushed even harder. "Well, it was worth it though."

"If you would like to go clean each other up, we can pack and leave quietly. Alternatively, Norah can join you while I clean up?" Noémie offered.

"No no, this was plenty," Veronica answered. "Thank you so much! I wanna take my husband to the shower alone now!"

At that suggestion, I jumped to my feet next to the table. V wrapped her hand around my sticky penis, and pulled me toward the ensuite bathroom.

"Come on lover," she said, giggling as she led me across the room.

V leaned halfway into the shower while she tested the water. I stood behind her, deliriously happy and staring at her ass. This trip was making my dreams - my fantasies - come true, and faster than I could've believed.

Satisfied with the temperature, V stepped fully under the spray. She stretched her arms high above her head and then bent left and right. I watched her body move. I watched thick drops of water slide down in rivulets over her flushed breasts. I watched her playfully beckon me to join her.

When I first entered the shower, V stepped to me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. She laid her face on my pecs and hugged me for a long time. Her nipples distinctly poked me, and given how hot she'd made this shower, I could only conclude her body was still very turned on.

"Thank you," she said warmly. "Thank you for being here with me. Thank you for supporting me the way you do. And thank you for being part of these new experiences with me."

"Thank you," I said right back. "I am loving every part of this vacation. I love getting to spend this time with you. I love getting to experience these new things with you. I love watching you experience these new things." I felt V smirk against me. "I- I love you." I confessed.

V let that statement hang in the air for a moment. "I love you too, you know I do," she finally said. I felt a little rejected because I could tell she only meant she loved me as a friend.

"So..." I changed the subject before we could get any deeper into our feelings and before V could reiterate my friendzone. "How much of that had you planned?"

Veronica stepped back from me and grabbed the body wash. "I may have known that something sexual might happen." V began lathering my body. "Honestly, I knew we'd be getting happy endings, but I thought it would be hands only. Norah's mouth was a very welcome surprise!" she finished excitedly.

"Some of us did get hands only," I reminded her.

V put on a voice thick with fake empathy, "Aw, poor penis. Didn't get any oral." She stroked my semi-hard cock as she spoke to it. "Maybe next time."

"I'm guessing that was the first time a woman has ever gone down on you?" I inquired.

"That was the first time ANYONE has gone down on me!" V confirmed. "My ex and I did hand stuff and he made me blow him a few times, on his birthday or whatever. But he refused to return the favor, and he never managed to make me cum with his fingers. As a matter of fact, Norah is the first person to ever make me cum, besides myself." V was very candid. "Aw, she was my first. I will remember her fondly."

"We'll have to get her business card, you know, for your scrapbook," I joked.

Veronica laughed, "Baby's first cunnilingus. That's what we'll title the page. Anyway I think I've cleaned you up enough. Do me now!"

I gladly began rubbing V's body down. At this point in our adventure, I felt no qualms about touching every square inch of her body. While I worked, V began humming a happy tune. It made me happy to see her so happy.

***

A few hours later, we were at the beachfront restaurant again. Looking to my right, I saw long stretches of sand and water. Looking to my left, I saw the tropical forest and a small lake, close enough to dip our toes in if we walked to the edge of the seating area.

V was having a glass of wine. I was having a cocktail made with that local rum Marilyn had introduced me to. As usual, I couldn't take my eyes off my date for the evening. V was wearing a light, thin sundress, and I knew first hand that she wore lacy black and green lingerie underneath. I noticed that V's eyes were wandering more than mine, as she seemed to have a newfound appreciation for our topless waitress.

Splashing caught my eye, and I noticed for the first time that the fish in that lake were massive. I again couldn't help but theorize on the conditions that would allow the fish to continue growing to that incredible size. I mentioned my observation to V.

"The fish here are humongous," I pointed out. "They must be well-fed and have no natural predators."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about our waitress's tits," V said without looking at me. "They're humongous, probably well-fed, but if she's not careful, I'm gonna take a bite of them myself."

I shook my head, laughing softly at this wild girl, my best friend, who I feel like I hardly knew before the trip began.

As we finished dinner, our waitress brought us each another drink for the road. We set out on a sunset stroll along the sand.

This island was really beautiful. The tranquility of the sparsely populated beach, with the red sun sinking over the horizon, as the waves lapped gently against the shore... it all stood in such stark juxtaposition to the wild sexual adventure Veronica and I were on, and the even more debaucherous potential that I knew was happening in other suites. I still couldn't believe Veronica had wanted me to join her on this vacation, or that she wanted me to join her in skinny dipping, the shower, happy ending massages, and all the other ways she had stretched out of her comfort zone. It was a dream come true for me, or it would be, if this were our actual honeymoon and not just a lie to retain honeymoon perks at the resort.

The sun finished setting while Veronica and I walked along the beach, quietly enjoying each other's company. We were each lost in our own thoughts, as the stars rose to replace the sun. Without the haze of city lights, the night sky here was so clear and beautiful.

"C..." Veronica started tentatively. "Why did you come on this trip with me?"

I was confused. "Because, well, because you asked me to."

"But you were supposed to be visiting your family and your other old friends at home," she stated plainly.

"Sure, but, you asked me to come here with you. And, well, I wanted to," I explained.

"Why did you want to?" she asked.

"Why wouldn't I? You're my- my best friend," I faltered. "And you were inviting me to this beautiful island with you."

"Best friend. Right." She took a deep breath.

"Why did you invite me?" I inquired.

"Because you're my- my best friend. No, you're more than that. You're my favorite person. I needed you to come with me because I couldn't stand the thought of being here alone... Because, honeymoon aside, I felt like I needed your support more than anyone else's to help me be free... and because, well, I don't know. I guess I wanted to see what you'd do. I wanted to see how you'd... react to this island."

"You wanted to tease me, like you always do," I smirked at her.

"I don't always- well, I didn't want to- well, maybe. I don't know what I wanted. I do like to see you squirm when I give you a flirty look, or touch your chest, or say something with an innuendo. And I guess I knew that if you came with me here, of all places, then I could really see you squirm. But, I think there was more to it than that. Don't you feel something more?"

"I do..." I started cautiously. I measured my words carefully before continuing. "V, I do feel something more. I should be so frustrated and embarrassed with the way you make me squirm. But I'm not. I welcome it. I like when you tease me because, well, because I like you. I've always liked you. And if all I can get is some teasing, then I'll take it. This trip has shown me sides of you, figuratively and literally, that I haven't seen before, and they've only made me like you more. I came on this trip because you asked me to and because I knew you were going to a beautiful island. But honestly, if you'd asked me to go with you to the Gates of Mordor, I would have, just for the chance to spend more time with you. Agreeing to come here wasn't the selfless, supportive offer I'd like to pretend it was. It was also selfish because I was jealous you were going on a honeymoon with some other asshole, and I wanted you to be going on a honeymoon with- well, with this asshole."

"You like me?" V asked demurely.

I took a deep breath. "Yes, V, I like you."

"You think I'm pretty?"

"I think you're gorgeous. I think you're hot. And I think you're amazing." I told her truthfully.

"I guess I knew that. Er, that you thought that." V paused. I held my breath, anxiously awaiting what she'd say next. "C... I like you too. I think I've always liked you... more than I thought I did. But you're also my best friend, and I'm scared to risk that. I don't want to have just some sort of rebound fling with you, and have that ruin our friendship. But I also don't wanna let this moment pass us by."

"Well, we don't have to do everything all at once. Maybe we can just see how the rest of this vacation plays out?" I suggested.

V looked at me and pulled me into another of our increasingly frequent, intimate hugs. I took a chance and kissed her cheek. Then I took a bolder chance and kissed her neck, and then again lower on her neck. As I neared her clavicle, she shivered abruptly.

"I think you're right." V's words halted me. "We don't have to do everything all at once. We can see how the rest of this vacation plays out."

I pulled my head back to make eye contact with my best friend. "So, you think we shouldn't go back to the room and get a little wild?"

"Oh, I think we should go back to the room and get a little wild. Just maybe not with each other - not just yet." V countered.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," V answered. "A surprise I just thought of. Let's head back."

We walked quickly back to the room. To be honest, I somewhat set the pace, in my eagerness to see what surprise V had thought of.

"Okay, you wait out here for... two minutes, while I do one thing," V instructed me.

I've never waited a longer two minutes. I counted in my head for exactly 120 seconds. Images flashed through my mind of all sorts of fantastical things that my crush could be doing right now. When time was up, I immediately threw the door open, stepped into our suite, and found-

Nothing.

Or, nothing out of the ordinary at least. V was standing in the middle of the room, still wearing the dress, but now holding two glasses of the local rum. If she'd done anything at all in those two minutes, she had moved the two desk chairs to the middle of the room, side by side, just a few inches apart. She offered me a glass and a seat.

I didn't say anything, but accepted both. Just as I was about to ask V what was going on, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" V called.

Angélique walked in. I immediately noticed that her normal lei had been replaced by a long strip of fabric, wrapped several times around her body. It was carefully placed to show off her trim young body, but to cover her relatively small but nicely perky breasts. She wore her normal tight skirt.

"Thank you, Angélique. I truly have no idea how you always respond so quickly when I call." V complimented. V took the seat next to me.

Angélique bowed her head in appreciation, then moved quickly to the desk to play some music.

As the music began, Angélique turned gracefully to face us. She swayed her hips back and forth softly to the music. With each beat, her movements grew larger. She looked up at us with a sultry smile. She stepped toward us in time with the music. Swiveling around with her ass extended, she bent forward until her hands almost touched the floor. Reaching back, she shimmied her skirt down, one inch at a time, until it dropped to the floor. To my surprise, Angélique wore a tiny, hot pink g-string. She also had a tattoo on her thigh of one of the birds I'd seen on our hike, but all jet black. She snapped back to a standing position all at once, and looked over her shoulder at her sexual target. One hip at a time, she approached V, until she fully straddled V's lap. She bent at the waist, keeping her legs straight, and whispered something in V's ear that made her blush.

Standing up straight again, Angélique untucked the end of the wrap from itself and I realized it had been held up by its own elasticity. Angélique held the end of the wrap forward, past the side of V's head, her still covered chest only inches from V's face. Angélique circled the end of the wrap around her own body, removing one layer of coverage. The thin fabric (which I suspected was made of the same material as our sheets), had been layered over her boobs multiple times until it had become opaque. Angélique shuffled back from V, pivoted on one foot in a 360, and thereby unraveled another layer of the wrap. As she unwrapped the makeshift garment from herself, she gathered the material together to hold in one hand.

Angélique then turned her attention to me. She actually sat down in my lap, with her legs on either side of my chair. She handed me the end of her wrap, and I pulled it tightly away from her body. Angélique unbuttoned my shirt for me, until she was able to throw it back over my shoulders. We seamlessly transferred the loose end of her wrap from one hand to the next, as Angélique helped me remove my shirt. She looked down at my pecs appreciatively. As she stood up from my lap and stepped back she again turned in place, unwrapping another layer. Her nipples and areola were becoming visible through the now translucent remains of her top.

Leaving the loose end of her wrap with me, Angélique again focused on Veronica. She stood behind V's chair and slipped V's sundress off her shoulders and down to her waist, revealing the lingerie I'd seen V don earlier. Angélique moved to the floor in front of V, unwrapping another layer of the surprisingly long strip of fabric to give herself some slack. Angélique hooked her fingers into the sides of V's dress, V lifted her hips off the chair, and together they removed the dress and V's lingerie bottoms all at once.

I could never get enough of seeing my crush's exposed body. The strip show had long since brought me to another steelhard erection. Angélique eyed the tent in my pants from her place on the floor. She shimmied sexily over to me and removed my pants the same way she'd removed V's dress. Angélique looked at V and raised her eyebrows. V nodded a confirmation, and Angélique separated the flaps of my boxer briefs, pushing them down on either side of my cock. Angélique bent her head, gave my cock a long sniff, and then gave my cockhead a quick kiss hello.

Taking the end of her wrap from me, Angélique continued to dance for us, removing, replacing, and removing again each layer, teasing us with peaks of her boobs. The dance lasted multiple songs before Angélique finished removing the last layer of her wrap and cast the garment to the side. We'd both seen her tits before, but we still applauded when they were fully revealed.

Freed from her anchor, Angélique became more acrobatic in her performance. She placed her thong covered ass in V's face, placed her hands on the floor, and twerked for her. V laughed and slapped Angélique's ass cheeks. Angélique moved into a full handstand and wiggled her hips from side to side. V grabbed the g-string and raised it up Angélique's upside down legs, standing to remove it from the tops of her toes. I saw Angélique's body completely nude for the first time. Her pubic hair seemed to be shaved into a fancy letter P, which I recognized as the logo of Paradissime.

Angélique used her knees to push V's shoulders down, back into a seated position. I could only imagine the close up view of Angélique's holes that V was getting.

Well, at least until Angélique spread her legs into a split, and then replaced her heels onto V's and my shoulders, with us pulled together between her legs.

There were very few articles of clothing left between us. Angélique was completely naked. V was down to her satin emerald bra with the black lace. And I was wearing boxer briefs, but with my cock pushed through the flaps in front.

Angélique returned herself right side up, sat in my lap, and ground her pussy lips against my exposed shaft. She kissed me deeply, her tongue dancing with mine almost as nimbly as her whole body had just danced for us. We made out for almost an entire song, my hands exploring her nubile body freely.

Angélique then moved to V's lap and made out with her as heavily as she had with me. While they were kissing, Angélique reached around to remove V's bra. Seeing my crush naked, making out with this equally naked island girl, groping each other's breasts, had me dangerously close to cumming. I reached for my cock to stroke myself to the show they were putting on for me, but Angélique reached over and caught my hand.

"Do you want me to finish him off?" she asked V.

"Hmmm," V considered heavily. "No," she finally decided. "I think we should leave him like this."

I whimpered involuntarily.

"As you wish," Angélique said. "Do you want me to finish you off?"

V didn't consider as heavily this time. "No, thank you. I've already had a pretty great orgasm today. And as sure as I am that you could give me a second great orgasm, I think I'd rather wait. I kind of like the idea of being teased and held at the brink."

"As you wish," Angélique repeated. "Do you want to stop making out?"

"Hmm, not just yet," V replied.

The two women resumed sucking each other's faces hungrily. I sorely wanted, no needed, to cum. But I listened to V and her desire to leave me blue balled a little longer.

All together, Angélique was in our room for about an hour, when V finally said she'd had her fill. None of us had cum yet. Angélique reached down, ran her fingers through V's sopping pussy, and then rubbed her wet fingers up and down my throbbing cock.

"Enjoy," she wished for me. Then Angélique collected her clothes and carried them out of our suite, naked.

"I bet she goes right back to her room and jills herself off," V deemed.

"And what are we gonna do now?" I asked V, pointedly looking at my cock.

"Haven't you had enough fun for one night?" V asked cheekily.

"Almost..." I suggested.

V looked at me voraciously. After a moment that seemed to hang in the air forever, V apologized. "I'm not ready to get quite that wild yet. But this was another very fun foray into my sexuality... Tell you what... Would you mind doing a little experiment with me?"

"I'd love to experiment with you," I interrupted lustily.

"Let's go to bed, sexually frustrated like this. I wanna see what it's like to wake up still buzzing."

I was disappointed, but conceded. Obviously, I wouldn't push V into anything she wasn't ready for yet. But I wondered if I'd be able to sleep at all, as horny as I now was. Still, I removed my underwear, the last clothing between us, and crawled under the covers naked with Veronica.

***

My dreams were plagued again by obscenely sexual fantasies. The difference this time was that every single one starred Veronica.

In the middle of one particularly vivid reverie, I started awake, and the vision that greeted me almost made me cum immediately: Veronica was actually blowing me.

Unfortunately, the way I jolted awake caused me to thrust a little deeper than Veronica was prepared for. She gagged audibly, but persevered. Now that she knew I was awake, she looked up at me, her lips still wrapped around my cock, and winked.

I groaned heavily. "V, what's- ughhh- V-" I fell back heavily against the mattress, unable and unwilling to protest beyond that.

V sucked my cock for another minute before popping it out of her mouth to greet me. "Good morning," she said innocuously. She licked the full length of my shaft like a Popsicle a couple times. "Is there anything particular you like, that you want me to do?" While she waited for my response, she delicately flicked the tip of her tongue against the underside of my cockhead.

"No, no," I answered, looking at the ceiling. I forced my gaze down to meet hers. "In case this is the only time you- fuuuuck- the only time you bless me with this kind of attention, I don't want to tarnish it with any directions. I want to experience the blowjob that YOU like to give."

"Hmmm," she tapped my cockhead against her bottom lip while she considered. "You're using your FIRST wish to free the genie. Interesting. Well, then I guess I'll just have to show you what I can do." She opened her mouth and pushed my cock back in, taking it all the way down until her nose bumped against me. She held there for a moment and then spit me out completely. "Don't worry though. I have a feeling this won't be the only time I 'bless' you."

V then began blowing me in earnest. She impaled her own face repeatedly, pushed an excess of saliva out to coat my shaft, and swirled her tongue in too many directions to track. She worked my head with her mouth, my shaft with one hand, and my balls with the other hand. Her throat seemed to swallow me in an undulating motion that tried to milk the cum right out of me. She was surprisingly talented for someone who, to my knowledge, had only ever hooked up with one other person before. It didn't take her long to bring me to the brink of orgasm and then push me right over.

With a shuddering groan, I came. My butt muscles clenched repeatedly with each new burst of my sticky spending that I deposited into Veronica's throat. When Veronica had milked every last dreg from my balls, I collapsed heavily against the mattress. I breathed deeply in and out as my heart rate fell back to normal.

Veronica let my softening penis slip from her mouth. As she stared adoringly up at me with her beautiful green eyes, a couple strings of jizz leaked from the corners of her mouth and traveled over her chin, down her neck. She swallowed the rest greedily.

"How was that?" Veronica then asked simply.

"Fucking incredible," I answered earnestly, with a contented sigh.

Veronica laughed coquettishly. "Good!"

"That was the best blowjob I've ever received. How..." the question died in my throat, as I wasn't sure what was appropriate to ask.

"They say enthusiasm is the most important thing, right? Well, I really REALLY wanted to give you the best blowjob I've ever given." V answered my unspoken question. "Seemed like it worked. Seemed like you came really hard," she observed.

"Well, you would too, if you had blue balls and a ridiculously hot naked woman in your bed," I complimented.

"Ugh!" Veronica exclaimed in mock offense. She crawled up the bed and laid down next to me. "Is that the situation I've put you in? I've brought you to an island full of beautiful topless women, convinced a beach slut to fuck you, a masseuse to give you a happy ending, a young nubile babe to give you a lap dance, and now I've just blown you myself, and that's led you to a complaint!?"

"Well, when you put it all like that," I said with a broad smile. "I feel like I owe you a couple of favors!" I rolled toward Veronica, but she stopped me with a hand on my chest.

"No, no!" she said dramatically. "I wouldn't want to start something with you that I couldn't finish. That would be cruel! No, I'll just have to take care of my orgasm alone this morning!"

With that, Veronica pushed me backwards.

I tried paying close attention to everything she did, in case I ever got the opportunity to play with her pussy (which was looking more and more likely every day). However, I was also largely overcome by simply watching and enjoying the show.

V started by sucking on her finger tips sensually. She then teased those fingers out of her mouth, over her chin, meandering across her breasts, until she found her nipple. She circled her nipples slowly, while her other hand made its way into her mouth. For that hand, V didn't waste any time. She licked and sucked her index, middle, and ring fingers lasciviously. When they were properly lubricated, she moved them directly to her clit, circling it with well-practiced ease. She drew her fingers down the opening of her pussy, and when she reached the bottom, she used her fingers to spread her pussy, massaging her inner lips, on the return trip to her clit. She repeated this down and back motion several times, picking up speed each time.

V's breathing grew heavy and erratic. Her nipples were sticking out obscenely from her areola. She switched to pinching her nipples, as she looked directly at me. She gave a throaty moan while making eye contact with me. V tentatively inserted her fingers to the first knuckle inside herself. She pumped her fingers in and out a few times, groaning lewdly.

As I watched her orgasm build, she returned her attention to her clit. She swiped her fingers back and forth faster and faster, until they were only a blur at the top of her slit. Her back arched and fell and arched and fell, yearning vaguely into the air. Her moans grew louder until their competition with the sloshing sounds of her wet pussy filled the room.

V finally took her eyes off me, only because she squinted them shut. Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed as she pushed against the walls of her own orgasm. A humming seemed to emanate from her very core. Her tightly set jaw opened just enough to magnify the sound. With a jerk and a shudder, the moaning stopped suddenly to be replaced by a sharp exhale and a series of gasps. She kept working her clit as wave after wave of climax wracked her body. When the final spasm petered out contentedly, she opened her eyes again, but I could see her pupils were unfocused. When she finally noticed me in her eye line, her mouth spread in a dreamy smile.

"That was a good one," she assessed. She took a deep breath. "Oh, no," Veronica said, glancing over my naked body. "Are you hard again?"

"Well, that was quite a show you put on," I accused with a smile.

"Was one blowjob not enough for you this morning?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"It sated my need for the moment, but I'm afraid I may always be hard around you." I confessed.

"This is truly a Sysyphian life I'm living with you!" Veronica declared with more mock drama.

We both let our statements hang in the air, as we contemplated the long-term implications of what we'd just said.

"Come on," Veronica finally said. "Let's head into town today."

"Okay. Wanna grab a quick shower with me?" I asked.

"No... and you don't shower either. I want us to smell like raw sex. I mean, it is our honeymoon after all."

"That would probably help us fit in. Engage the lifestyle, as some might say. I'll just go brush my teeth then." I walked to the bathroom naked.

When I returned, I found Veronica checking herself out in the mirror, wearing my shirt from last night. On me, the shirt was well-fitted, intentionally a couple inches long so that it would easily stay tucked in. On Veronica, it looked even better. It was tight across her larger chest, comfortable around her midsection, and long enough to hang just past her butt - at least when she was standing still.

"You don't mind, do you?" Again, she already knew the answer. "I'm running out of my own clothes, so I thought I'd wear some of yours."

"Of course," I agreed. "It's yours."

Veronica stepped into a pair of heels, I put on a casual button up shirt for myself, and we left the suite.

On the way to the commercial district, as we jokingly referred to the small strip of local vendors, we passed a family of foxes in the underbrush. They scurried out and directly up to us, unafraid to interact with humans. They even let V squat down and pet them. I followed suit and marveled at the luxurious feel of their coats. In my experience, that was due to a really healthy diet, probably the result of the clean water and fresh berries here. When we stood back up, the foxes scampered merrily across the path to the underbrush on the other side.

As we entered the first few little shops, V perused and I let my mind wander to all the strange and wonderful things I had experienced on this island with Veronica. I lamented that the trip was coming to a close, but I was also anxious to see what our relationship would be like when we returned to our normal lives.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Marilyn approaching us. Today, she wore another extremely revealing outfit: a tiny pair of umber bikini bottoms, and no top at all; instead, her torso had been painted in an abstract pattern of shades of oranges and whites, until her nipples were only discernible by their protrusion.

I held V's hand tighter, while looking for an escape route from the impending awkwardness and potential hostility.

"Well, if it isn't the Two Lovers Together..." Marilyn began, and I feared the worst for this interaction.

"Well, if it isn't the Whore Fraud," V responded, confirming my fears. "Your fortune was full of shit, you know. When did we each move on to a new lover? And I was supposed to taste something new but familiar? Cool, I've never had fresh papaya until I came here. You got me!" V said mockingly. "I've had better fortunes from my niece with a folded bit of paper. Don't come near my husband again. Come on, babe, my uvula's itchy and I think I need your dick to scratch it."

V walked away quickly, pulling me behind her. I shared a last look with Marilyn, who winked at me before I was forced to turn and follow V.

Veronica steamed ahead, grumbling lowly to herself. However, as we interacted with the merchants, V quickly moved on and resumed her normal positive vibe. She bought a few little souvenirs for her bridesmaids, and a scarf for herself (which, I noted silently, looked very similar to the one we'd seen wrapped around Marilyn's hair and torso in our first interaction with her).

V took back my full attention while we were inside a small hut with several racks of clothing. "What do you think of this dress?" she asked.

"I like the way you look in my shirt," I said suggestively. V beamed at me. "But if you wanna try on the dress, there's probably a room..."

I trailed off as V began unbuttoning the shirt, right in front of me, right in the middle of the shop. Her nimble fingers moving from one button to the next was as erotic to me as anything Angélique did last night. It was quickly revealed that V had not been wearing any top or bottoms under my shirt. I was made completely speechless by the sight of my V getting naked in the aisles.

"I've been walking around topless all week," she commented. "Why would this be any different?"

I thought to myself, "The difference is now you're fully naked!" But the words died somewhere between my brain and my throat, so I just opened and closed my mouth silently.

Then, I heard Marilyn's prophecy in my head. Didn't she say something about V enjoying exposure?

V handed me the shirt to hold for her. It seemed like she took her time, standing there nude, fiddling with the dress, making sure she knew which way was front and where the straps would go. Finally, she stepped into the dress and pulled it up her body. It looked fantastic on her, accentuating her figure nicely, and I enjoyed watching her spin back and forth as she evaluated it.

"I like it," she determined. "I'll take it." She then unceremoniously dropped the dress back to the floor and stepped out of it. She bent at the waist to pick up the pooled dress, giving the empty space behind her a fabulous view of her ass. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was about to turn into our aisle.

V took the shirt back from me, slipped it over her arms smoothly, and then began buttoning it up. I found that surprisingly hot to watch too. I noticed V stopped about halfway up the shirt, letting the loose material sit haphazardly on her boobs.

We walked around like that through the rest of merchants row, sometimes visiting a booth or a cart, sometimes entering another small shop. When V was satisfied and my arms were full of her purchases, we turned back toward the suite. We stepped off the sidewalk and back into our room just as the sun was setting.

I placed V's purchases near our suitcases, and then turned to find V had already stripped naked again. She was fixing me with a sensual look that nicely complimented the full frontal view I was getting.

"We should go out tonight," Veronica said. "It's our last night here. But first, come shower with me. You smell like sex."

"And whose fault is that?" I teased.

V winked at me, but then turned and led me to the bathroom, one hip at a time. I discarded my clothes as I walked.

Obviously, I was hoping and expecting to have shower sex, or at least that Veronica would fulfill the taunt she'd made to Marilyn, by getting on her knees and choking on my cock. However, V apparently had other plans. We did get pretty handsy in the shower, but V seemed determined to once again only tease me. Of course, I'd never complain about getting to run my hands all over my crush's smooth, slick body, while she did the same to me. V seemed to delight in ensuring my member was always as hard as it could be and pointed at her, sometimes even letting the tip push against her body.

All too soon, V shut off the water. We dried ourselves, left our towels behind, and walked naked back into the main part of the suite. V used the room phone to call Angélique to us.

"Let's dress up in the fanciest clothes we brought!" V suggested.

For me, that would be the clothes I had initially worn to Veronica's wedding: black dress pants, a white button-up shirt, and a black tie.

Angélique knocked, and V opened the door, naked to anyone who might glance in. Neither of the women seemed perturbed by V's nudity. V led Angélique across the room to where I was still nude too.

"Tonight is unfortunately our last night," V explained. "Could you please gather up our items, make sure we aren't leaving anything behind, and pack our suitcases? I can point out the few items we'll still need to have left out."

"Of course, ma'am," Angélique answered. "And if you do end up leaving anything behind tomorrow, we can have it shipped to your home, at no charge."

"That's wonderful, thank you," V answered.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Angélique asked.

"Hmm, I'm very tempted to take you up on your offer from our first day, to give us both oral..." V pondered. "But no, I have other plans for Carlos's load."

"How about one last flash though? I could be topless while I pack your suitcases?" Angélique offered.

"Perfect!" V agreed.

Angélique removed her lei and set it aside gently. I looked fondly at her petite body and her perky little handful boobs, for the last time.

Meanwhile, V and I got dressed. V chose a little, black, strapless cocktail dress that came less than halfway down her thighs. Under that, she wore a simple set of all-black lingerie. She looked ravishing, confident, and happy - in so many ways, the opposite of the demoralized woman in white that I'd shepherded away from the chapel, just a few nights ago (to be fair, she looked ravishing even then).

For our last dinner with them, the restaurant put us at their nicest table. We had an amazing meal with multiple courses, but all rather light, which was good, so we wouldn't be sluggish for whatever else V might have planned. During dessert, Princess Adeline herself visited our table, wearing the uniform skirt and lei, plus her flower crown.

"So, it's your last night. Did you enjoy your stay? Did you find the island as special as we do?" Just like when we first met her, the princess's voice immediately took on a trance-like quality.

"It was absolutely wonderful," V gushed.

"Best vacation I've ever been on, without a doubt," I concurred.

"I feel amazing here," V continued. "I feel so free and uninhibited. It's been wild. Is there actually something in the water? Or in the punch?"

Princess Adeline laughed. "No, no. You know how when you're on vacation, the food tastes better, the water is more refreshing, the views are more beautiful? You feel great and you think it's something special about the place? But in reality, it's just that on vacation, you don't have any of your normal stressers, and you've got dedicated time to rest and relax and have fun, so it makes everything about the vacation destination seem more wonderful? Here at Paradissime, it's actually both. We do everything we can to relieve your stressers and to help you rest, relax, and have fun. We serve you and we service you. But also, our food DOES taste better. Our water IS more refreshing. Our views ARE more beautiful. It actually makes you feel better inside and out. You feel more energy and more happiness than you have in a long time. The more energy you feel, the happier you feel. And the happier you feel, the more energy you feel. The two feed off of each other, until you feel so good and carefree that your inhibitions are naturally lowered. The only drug you're tasting is vitality."

"That makes sense!" I was happy to finally get an answer to the question I'd been considering since we arrived.

"So, now you're feeling good, carefree, energized, happy, refreshed, and relaxed. Is there anything I can do to make your visit even more special?" Princess Adeline asked.

"Well..." V looked at me, as she said her next words to the princess. "I need Carlos to take me home and stretch my needy virgin pussy with his throbbing fuckmeat. I need to get his yummy cum in at least two of my holes ASAP, or else I'm gonna scream." She turned to look at the princess now. "Do you think you could help with that?"

My jaw dropped and I looked back and forth between V and Princess Adeline.

"It would be my pleasure," Princess Adeline said with a lascivious smile. "When you're ready."

V stood immediately, gracefully. I stood immediately after, much less gracefully.

"Ready," V said.

The walk back to our suite with Princess Adeline felt like it took forever and that it took no time at all. I was so anxious to finally have my dreams realized that every second felt agonizingly slow. On the other hand, I was so nervous and excited to finally have my dreams realized that I was suddenly opening our door, with no recollection of what had happened since we left the restaurant.

I had all my wits back about me when I stopped in the doorway and watched my gorgeous lover and our stunning helper walk past me and deeper into the room. Veronica gave me a sultry look over her shoulder and gestured for me to follow.

"Knowing Carlos, he's probably fully hard already. Just to make sure, shall we suck his cock together?" V asked the princess.

"Maybe later... For now, I think I have a better idea that will strengthen his erection, while also preparing you to take his thick tool," Princess Adeline responded.

With a hand placed gently on Veronica's hip, Princess Adeline firmly directed Veronica to sit on the bed, with her legs dangling off the end. The princess then smoothly folded herself down into a balasana pose at Veronica's feet.

The princess leaned forward and kissed the exposed tops of V's high-heeled feet. Leaning further forward, she kissed up V's feet, to her ankle, and then in a lackadaisical path up her shins. The higher she kissed, the more she had to unfold herself to reach. The kisses she traded back and forth as she approached V's knees, naturally spread V's legs, making room for Princess Adeline in between. She ran her hands gently, teasingly up and down V's outer thighs, while kissing her way up the toned expanses of V's inner thighs. When her hands found the bottom hem of V's dress, two fingers of each hand slipped under the fabric and two fingers slipped over, gripped V's toned haunches, and stopped moving. Princess Adeline's mouth, though, never stopped moving, kissing closer and closer to its quivering destination.

For her part, V was squirming impatiently as the princess's lips made their procession toward V's lower lips. Her breathing quickened and her chest flushed. Her legs fidgeted and rolled with the tensing and untensing of her legs.

V groaned and gasped between breaths, "Prin- Princess."

Princess Adeline was right about her idea being better and killing two birds. I was torn between wanting to watch and wanting to join in some way. Knowing that neither of the women were focused on me at the moment, I unceremoniously removed all my clothes and then stood there waiting for my turn, but enjoying the show in the meantime.

The princess made one more big stretch, sliding V's dress up to her ribs. The princess's mouth leaped to V's abs and then kissed their way back down to the waistband of V's lingerie bottoms. She scraped her teeth lightly on V's mound as she gripped the waistband between her teeth. Pausing, she turned her eyes up to look into V's. V nodded urgently, so the princess used her teeth and two hands to pull V's bottoms down and off her body. Then she gripped V's ass tightly and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. The princess's mouth hovered centimeters away from V's bare pussy. Her hot breath tickled at V's folds. Slowly, Princess Adeline stuck her tongue all the way out, touched the tip to the bottom of V's labia, pressed closer, and then gave a broad-tongue licked all the way up to her hood. Princess Adeline repeated the move, but this time with a narrow tongue that carved deeper in V's pussy. When she got to V's clit, she stopped to wag her tongue left to right a few times. She circled her tongue around V's clit and then sucked on it.

The princess was obviously extremely skilled with her tongue. As she ate out V more and more vigorously, V's thrashing became more and more wild. V's head tossed back and forth, her legs lifted aimlessly into the air, and her arms gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white. V planted her feet and thrust her pelvis up to meet the princess's mouth.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," she murmured.

V's body inverted as her abs engaged, curling her torso up off the bed. V's hands worked their way through the princess's hair, holding the princess's face tight against V's pussy. V rolled her hips, grinding her sex against the princess's mouth. Flowers from the crown were crushed and fell around the princess's feet. V's face contorted into a silent scream and then her eyebrows broke upward as her body released. V grunted in orgasmic convulsions, as she gushed all over the princess's face. Then, she fell back to the bed, gasping deeply.

The princess turned to me, her face dripping with V's juices, and smiled sexily.

"Okay, that definitely worked," V finally found her voice. "I'm ready for him now."

Princess Adeline stood nimbly, removed her skirt, and climbed onto the bed. She crawled up the bed, turned, and sat facing me, with the back of V's head resting in her lap. The princess reached down to V's abs, grabbed the bottom of V's dress, and stripped it off her. I moved to stand between V's still shaking legs. I looked up the length of her body from her clean shaven pussy, over her trim body, past her lingerie clad boobs, and finally to her face. Somehow, she looked simultaneously incredibly sexually satisfied, excited for more fun, and nervous about our first time together.

"Are you sure you-" I started to ask.

"Yes, Carlos. I'm sure," Veronica interrupted. "I want to lose my virginity to someone who has cared for me for a long time; someone I've cared about for a long time. Someone I trust and have fun with. Someone incredibly hot. I want to lose my virginity with you. And yes, I wanna do it right here, right now. Please. I'm aching for it."

With a smile that was all at once proud, eager, and joyful, I took a half-step forward, notching the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina. I rubbed my tip a little bit, coating it in her cum and Princess Adeline's saliva. Changing angle a bit, I pushed forward so that her lips would coat the entire underside of my shaft. Properly lubed up, I prepared to enter my best friend.

My smile turned to a look of determination. I pushed the head between her folds. V sucked in a deep breath and held it. One inch at a time, I pressed my cock further into V's pussy. I watched her face carefully, and when her face furrowed in a whimper, I paused. V let out her breath heavily.

"Oh, my god, I'm so full! I can't believe you're in me right now!" Veronica enthused.

Princess Adeline laughed lightly. "Maybe half full..."

"There's more?" Veronica opened her eyes and looked down at her body toward our meeting. "Holy fuck. Keep going." She took a deep breath.

I pressed forward, gradually sinking deeper into her warm embrace. As I got ⅔ of the way in, I pressed down on her right thigh and on her pelvis, my thumb in place to work her clit from above. With a final small thrust, I planted my cock at full depth, brushing her g-spot with my head. The unexpected stimulation as her pussy was completely filled with cock for the first time made her choke as her body shuddered in a mini orgasm. V clapped her hands over her mouth in surprise, muffling her gasp.

Princess Adeline had a front row seat as I began steadily thrusting in and out of Veronica. Not content to be just a spectator in this moment, the princess resumed her supplemental stimulation. Her hands danced up and down Veronica's body, seeking out all of her erogenous zones. Goose bumps appeared all over V's arms, even as sweat glistened on her chest. The princess pulled V's bra up, exposing her light brown nipples to us both, but only for a moment before obscuring them between her pinched fingers.

I lifted V's legs up onto my shoulder and then held her thighs against me as I pounded into her. With Princess Adeline's hands on her nipples, and my hands on her thighs, V moved her own hands to her clit.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph," V whimpered with each thrust. "Don't stop - don't stop! Oh I'm- I'm- fuck- mmmmmmm- eeeeeeeeee...." V stopped making sounds, but her mouth dropped open slowly. Her body gave one small convulsion, paused, gave a bigger one, paused again but shorter this time, and then she began shaking all over. I felt it mostly in my hands as her legs shivered against me. I fucked her through this massive orgasm, until with one final convulsion, her body went limp. I watched her chest heave and her eyes flutter as she came down from her high.

Princess Adeline stroked her hands over the erogenous zones she'd found. "That was beautiful," she cooed softly. "Suck your juices off him with me."

I dropped V's feet to the floor and climbed up onto the bed with the two women. I had been dangerously close to cumming, but this reprieve gave me a second wind. With a great effort, V shuffled aside, so that I could lay on my back in the middle of the bed, with my head on the pillows. V joined Princess Adeline in licking my cock clean of all the cum V had left, but she quickly flopped back onto her back next to me.

"That was absolutely incredible," she gushed. "But I need a break. Fuck the princess for a little bit."

Princess Adeline didn't need to be told twice. She removed her skirt, and we learned that she hadn't been wearing anything under it. Now completely naked, Princess Adeline threw one leg over me and positioned herself above me. Her hair was disheveled and her flower crown was in tatters, and yet she appeared no less regal and gorgeous. She sank down onto my cock, easily taking the whole length in one motion. Meanwhile, V laid next to us with her eyes half-closed, completely naked other than the high heels on her feet and the bra haphazardly hanging off her neck.

At first, as the princess rode me, I watched her beautiful face smiling down at me seductively. Then I shifted my eyes down to her relatively small, but still perky and slightly jiggling boobs. Looking further down still, I watched as her body bounced up and down on my cock. I noticed that her pussy hair was shaved the exact same way Angélique's was, in the shape of the Paradissime logo.

The princess felt amazing, but I've rarely been able to cum in this position. Nonetheless, I enjoyed laying back and enjoying the sensations. It was almost relaxing, except the way my heart rate responded to the sex.

V had apparently rested enough because she sat up next to us. She pulled her bra the rest of the way off and threw it to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes. She didn't interrupt Princess Adeline at all, but returned the favor of supplemental stimulation by kissing all over the princess's chest as her body rocked around. When she started sucking on the princess's exposed nipples, something stirred in me. This wasn't the first time I'd seen my longtime crush kissing another woman's nipples on this island, but it was still very new and very arousing. I found myself thrusting up into the princess from below while she rode me.

Princess Adeline moved surprisingly quickly toward her own orgasm. She hummed to herself almost meditatively as she stopped moving up and down, but switched to more of a rocking motion in her hips. She coaxed herself to climax with a series of satisfied grunts. She stopped gyrating in my lap, and fixed me with an appraising look.

"You have impressive stamina. I understand this was your bride's first time having sex, but she must've been satisfying your needs in some other way over the past few days." We both looked to Veronica and saw the fire of passion burning in her eyes. "Do you have a little more in you? I think this woman needs it doggystyle."

Princess Adeline and I moved aside as Veronica eagerly got into position. I stood again at the foot of the bed, and Veronica shuffled back to meet me. I entered her from behind with much less preamble than last time, using the princess's bountiful cum as lube.

"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuck," V groaned as she was filled from this angle.

I wasn't as confident about my stamina in this angle, so I took it a little slower, making good use of each thrust.

"Fuck, I think I like this even better," V commented. "You're hitting my- fuck- my g-spot on like every stroke now!"

Hearing V talk like this was pushing me even faster toward the brink of my own orgasm. I knew I was really in danger, though, when Princess Adeline laid herself out in front of V. V got the message immediately and bent her head to lick her first pussy. Knowing I was nearing the point of no return, I succumbed to working for my own pleasure, and sped up my thrusts into V.

"I've never eaten a woman out before," V managed to express. "It's a new taste, but kinda familiar because- fuuUUuuck- because obviously I've tasted my own juices before. I like- hmph fuck hmph- I like it a lot!"

That admission did me in. I felt the cum surge up inside me, so I started hammering V as fast and hard as I could. The orgasm overtook me, and I blasted a long overdue load into my friend's pussy for the first time. The volume and the force of the cum I deposited actually pushed me out of her a bit and my cum started leaking down her thighs.

"Oooohhhhh," V shuddered. "I think I just came again too. I love the feeling of being full of your cum. Also, we definitely need to do it in this position again some time when you've got more stamina left. Holy fuck, I love having sex with you." Veronica felt me throb inside her. She looked over her shoulder at me with the teasing look I'd come to love. "Oops," she said. "Were we too much for you? Well, I hope you rally quickly. Because I want the full threesome experience. I want you to cum in her pussy, so I can suck her juices off of you, then I'm gonna eat your second load out of her pussy, while you put a third load in my asshole."

I took a deep breath. I was a little afraid of the Pandora's Box we had opened together. I could tell I had a long night ahead of me.

***

The door to our suite opened, and Angélique let herself in without any sort of announcement.

Presumably, she was here to turn over our room. Unfortunately, we hadn't left yet. More unfortunately, Veronica was naked, on her knees in front of me, currently in the middle of being showered in my cum.

In Angélique's defense, it was late in the morning on our final day. Princess Adeline had left in the night after we'd checked off all the items on Veronica's sexual bucket list. V and I had slept for a few hours, but when we woke up, we picked up right where we left off. As the last few blasts of cum rained down on V's face, Angélique gasped in surprise, drawing our attention to her.

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. "I'm just so surprised to see you here still. I must have got the time wrong."

"That's completely okay," I said, as I wiped the tip of my cock off on V's cheek. "The plans changed when we finally decided to take your offer of making the sheets a mess... We may have extrapolated that offer to the rest of the suite..."

Looking around, we really had made this suite a mess. One of the desk chairs had been knocked over. The desk itself didn't have anything left on it, as we'd swept it all to the floor. The sheets had been strung out away from the bed, and there were pillows all over the room. The floor was littered with the flowers from Princess Adeline's crown. I didn't even want to look at the shower or the rest of the bathroom. Even the balcony was a mess, having had hot tub water sloshed all over it. And of course, V and I were covered in each other's fluids.

"Oh, that's fine, absolutely fine," Angélique assured us. "I'm here to serve, and to service. Do you want me to come back later, or is there something you'd like me to clean up now?"

"Yeah, actually, why don't you come over here and clean us up?" V demanded, while right siding the office chair and pushing me into it.

"Right away, ma'am," Angélique offered, already removing her sparse coverings.

She started with me, getting to her knees and quickly taking my cock into her mouth to lick me clean. When she had sucked every drop of V's cum from my body, she left my renewed hardness to turn her attention to V instead. Angélique slurped up all my cum from V's face and body, eventually settling into a 69 position on top of my new lover. As I sat in the chair and watched, V pointed an aggressive finger at me.

"Hey!" she said. "You can stroke yourself, but don't make yourself cum. I have other plans for you." Then she returned her mouth to Angélique's pussy.

At this point, I trusted any plans that V had for me and my cum, so I obeyed her instructions, stroking myself idly while I watched the show, but never genuinely trying to reach climax. Veronica and Angélique DID climax together, a couple times. My little burgeoning nymphomaniac was getting good at using her tongue, as I could well attest by now.

With a big, satisfied sigh, Veronica finally tapped out. Angélique moved off of her and stood, patiently awaiting her next instruction.

"We actually do need to go to the airport at some point," she lamented. "Angélique, could you please finish packing our bags? We'll be gone shortly, and then I guess you'll be able to clean the room without us distracting you for more sexy fun."

With that, Veronica led me to the shower. We did not have any sexy fun on our own, but just helping each other wash was pleasurable enough for me. It also kept my libido humming to know that Angélique was just outside the door, naked and flitting about our suite. V hummed with her beautiful voice a tune I didn't recognize but that sounded bright and optimistic.

When we exited the shower, we found Angélique waiting patiently once again. Our bags were packed and the room has been minimally straightened up. I noticed that on the top of each of our open suitcases, she had placed a lei, ready to be zipped into our luggage when we were dressed and ready.

"Thank you, Angélique," V said with the deepest sincerity. "This entire trip has been magical, and we'll never forget it."

***

We flew home on the same plane with the same pilot as we arrived on. In contrast, our return flight was empty other than us - I guess Kevin, Olivia, and Zidi were staying longer.

Just as she had on the way here, when we reached cruising altitude, Veronica tried to get up and then accidentally stumbled and fell on me - or she claimed it was an accident. The key difference this time is that she and I were both completely bottomless when she landed in my lap. She had insisted we get half naked as soon as she had seen how empty the plane was and had immediately initiated some mutual masturbation during the plane's ascension. She rode me in this upright cowgirl position, until some aggressive turbulence made her cum. Then, she quickly got on her knees and finished me in her mouth. Her big green eyes looked up into mine, pleading for me to deposit my load in her throat.

When she'd swallowed her prize, she licked her lips hungrily and said, "Aren't you glad you saved your second load this morning?"

"I sure am," I agreed easily. "Joining the mile high club. What a great idea for one last item to check off your bucket list together."

"Oh, that was far from the last item we'll be checking off my bucket list together," V corrected. "You can rest for now though. We'll have plenty of time for more fun when we get home. In fact, this feels as much like a new beginning as anything else."

We smiled warmly at each other as V pulled her dress down and got back in her own seat. We held hands as we continued talking.

"You know... I probably owe my bridesmaids an apology for disappearing in the middle of the night with my new boyfriend... Do you want to come with me? I think together, we can make them understand what I was doing instead of answering their messages."

"I'm in, of course," I said, settling in to relax in my seat. "I'll go wherever you invite me."

"In that case," V smirked at me. "What do you say? Should we go back to Paradissime for our 'one-year anniversary'?"