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My girlfriend Roxanne found the ad in the paper. A free Caribbean vacation and all we had to do was listen to a sales pitch. I bitched that it probably was just a come-on, but she was intrigued. So on Saturday we sat through an hour and a half of a boring presentation for Isla Cachonda condos. The only thing that kept me awake was the amazing body of the presenter. She was built like a goddess, and her lines were well rehearsed. The twenty or so people at the presentation were unusually attentive, which I attributed to her. At the end of the presentation, she had us fill out contact forms, which was a requirement to prove we attended the seminar. She told us that we needed to give them a valid e-mail address, as the vacation certificates were being sent electronically. Damn. I was hoping to give them a bogus address, as I knew they'd be sending me e-mails for life. Roxanne inquired about the details and was told that we'd be getting an all-inclusive voucher for a weeks' vacation, plus airfare. When she asked how they could afford to do this, the woman said, "Well, we find that when people come to Isla Cachonda, they don't want to leave." Somehow that answer bothered me. A few days later, I got my voucher by e-mail. It looked real, all right, with a pre-booked plane ticket. I'd never heard of Variegated Airlines, but damned if it didn't look like they were going to come through with a vacation after all. When we got to the airport, we recognized another couple that had been at the same presentation we were and struck up a conversation. Janet and Steve were a couple in their forties, and they were excited about a 'second honeymoon'. There were a lot of older folks at our seminar, but it seemed like they hadn't showed. When the PA system asked passengers for our Variegated Airlines flight to report to the gate, there were only six of us in total- Roxanne and I, Janet and Steve, and two youngish guys who looked ready to party. Instead of going down the jetway, we were shown to a door and walked out to the tarmac, where a sleek personal jet was waiting. Inside were six very luxurious seats, and Steve let out a low whistle. "Wow, I keep waiting for the catch", he said. From the cockpit, a rather buxom flight attendant emerged, coolly making sure we were all strapped in. We were taxiing down the runway a minute later, which had to be a record. Once we'd climbed to cruising level, the attendant came out with drinks for everyone. They were a fruity cocktail that I'd normally pass on, but what the hell, I wanted to get in the mood for a tropical vacation. I had to admit it tasted pretty good. Within a few minutes of finishing, though, my vision began to get blurry. I looked over to Roxanne and saw that she was passed out. I tried to get up, but I was strapped in, and anyway, my muscles didn't seem to be doing what I wanted them to. Just as my eyes started to close, I saw the attendant leaning over me. She was saying something, words that weren't making any sense to me but somehow they were burning into my mind..... There was a jolt when the plane touched down, and it shook me out of my sleep. Roxanne was stretching next to me. "Wow", she said, "I can't believe I slept the whole way!" Neither could I. "Jeez, those drinks must have been potent." "What drinks?" she said. "You know, those fruity cocktails they gave us when we took off." She looked at me oddly. "Maybe you had one, but I went to sleep almost the minute we got on board." I was certain she'd had one, but I wasn't going to get in an argument over something as silly as a drink. Our plane taxied to a hangar, where we were met by a long stretch limo. Our bags were taken off and we got in the car. I would have thought we'd have to clear Customs at some point, but apparently not. Strange. The windows were darkly tinted and the lights were on inside the car, so it was impossible to see anything outside. Only when the car stopped and the door opened did I know we'd arrived. Isla Cachonda was rather luxurious looking; lots of palm trees and lush gardens. We were told we were already checked in and could proceed directly to our rooms. Three guys who could have been Abercrombie & Fitch models clad in only tight Speedos took our bags to the rooms. Roxanne and Janet whispered something to each other and giggled. Walking into a secluded grove of banyan trees, there were three cottages grouped around a small courtyard. We were obviously meant to be together. One of the Speedo-clad men spoke. "Please enjoy yourselves during your stay. Everything here is free- the minibar, the meals, the tennis and swimming. Tomorrow night is our big Welcome Party on the beach, which is not to be missed. We want you to enjoy Isla Cachonda so much you'll never want to leave." There was that phrase again. It unnerved me slightly. But what unnerved me more was that I was checking out our bellboys. They were so good-looking that I found myself getting a bit of an erection. Damn, I didn't usually check guys out. Maybe it was the whole island experience getting to me. We settled in and unpacked. The closet was full of clothes, though, which was kind of annoying. Who would leave their clothes behind when checking out? Roxanne called the front desk and they explained that it was actually resort wear, and yes, it was complimentary. I went through the closet. There wasn't really a lot for me there; the standard-issue black Speedo, and the rest was women's. Roxanne was surprised at the different sizes. "There's stuff here a teenager would wear, and some of these things are, well, a little too big for me." She held up a blue bikini with an enormous top. She did find an outfit that fit her perfectly, but it was a bit racy. She said, "Just let me try this on", and she ducked into the bathroom. When she came out, I almost had a heart attack. She'd put on a short red vinyl mini and a clingy black bra that pushed up her breasts, giving her awesome cleavage. She done up her face as well so that she looked.... "You look like a cheap slut," I said without thinking. I immediately kicked myself mentally for that but her reaction was 180 degrees from what I expected. "Silly boy, that's exactly what I was going for." She grabbed at my belt and pushed me back on the super king-size bed. In a flash, she had my pants off and I shrugged out of my shirt. To my surprise, she got down on all fours and took my rapidly-hardening cock in her mouth. I groaned. Roxanne had never shown the slightest inclination to give me a blowjob, and the only time our conversation had veered in that direction a few months ago, I got the distinct impression that she thought it was disgusting. Now, though, she was giving me the hummer of my life. It felt as if my balls were going to burst. But just as I was ready to cum, she switched gears on me, letting go of my swollen member and straddling my chest. "I want a little fun, too," she said, taking off the bra and guiding my hand under her miniskirt. She hadn't bothered with any underwear, and the wetness of her cunt was dripping down her leg. When I touched her pussy, she let out a huge sigh. She guided my hand back and forth between her slippery twat and her diamond-hard clit. Fully lubricated, she inched back and grabbed my throbbing rod. Like a bellydancer, she gradually lowered herself onto my meaty pole, moaning as I slipped further inside her. When she touched bottom and our steamy crotches met, I reached out to grab her tits. She had a decent rack, but today they seemed fuller, more at attention than I'd ever seen them. And when I fondled them, a shiver ran through her body, the telltale sign that she'd just come. My abdomen was covered in her slick juices as she pumped up and down on me. Another shiver, then another. She was screaming now, and I wondered for a split second what 'the neighbors' would think. But then I was back to feeling her humping against my cock, and my own need building. Just when I thought it couldn't get any hotter, I felt my own release. Huge jets of sperm fired out of me uncontrollably. I was out of control, screaming and writhing underneath her as I drained myself into her hot snatch. Roxanne collapsed on top of me, spent, her sweaty boobs sliding against my chest, her tongue prying open my mouth. As we quieted down, we could hear the muffled cries of Janet and Steve going at it. It must be contagious, I thought. Good to know the older folks could go at it hammer and tongs as well. I fully expected them to show up on the beach in separate bathtubs in the morning. "Christ, that was awesome!" Roxanne said. "Mmmmm", I agreed. "I'm still horny, baby", she said, and almost before I knew it, her dripping pussy was over my face. I had no choice but to give her what she wanted. Too late I realized that mixed with her sweet cummy juices was my own jizz, and a lot of it at that. It was weird for a second, but a voice in my head told me to relax and enjoy it. And so I did; in fact I found I kind of liked the taste and even began to seek it out. I felt another hardon building as I slurped happily away at my girlfriend's fuckhole. She really was a wanton slut, and my cock jumped at the thought. As if reading my mind, Roxanne flipped around on my bed and while still giving me access to her wet little pussy, she started to lower her mouth over my pulsing organ. I spread my legs wide to give her full access, and she fondled my balls as she took my full length down her throat. I felt her manicured nails as she ran a finger down under my scrotum and I gasped as I realized she was ever so gently tracing a pattern around my anal ring. My head was exploding from the sensation, and my cock jerked in her mouth, a tell-tale sign to her. As I felt a finger push inward, I clamped my lips around her clit, and for good measure spiraled one of my own digits into her rosebud asshole. She jumped as well. As we both probed deeper and deeper, I felt myself begin to lose it. Roxanne humped against my tongue as I tasted her tangy cum. She pushed a second finger inside me and the dam broke. I groaned as I felt my steamy load burst out of my dick, showering her tonsils with my sticky seed. I writhed underneath her, convulsing in pleasure for what seemed like infinity. My eyes were so tightly shut that I hadn't realized that she had flipped around again, her lips on mine. As I opened my mouth to french kiss her, she opened hers to deposit a big load of my own cum directly into my mouth. Surprised, I almost choked on it, but recovered just in time. Her tongue swirled in my mouth as we swapped my man goo back and forth. Finally we both swallowed our loads and lay breathless side by side on the bed. "Don't say anything", she said, "just hold me." I put my arms around her and held her tight as exhaustion overtook us and we fell fast asleep. I jumped in bed. Roxanne was snoring, something she would do on occasion, usually after she'd had too much to drink. I looked at the clock on the nightstand...2:30. Roxanne's snoring got louder. I threw on a pair of shorts and decided to go for a walk. I realized that I hadn't even had a chance to look around, so consumed were we with getting it on. The lights were out at Steve and Janet's cottage, but they were on at the one the two guys were in. I shouldn't have been a peeping Tom, but I went to the window. What I saw intrigued me. The taller of the two was lying on the bed, clothes off, pulling his pud as he watched what looked to be a porn movie on TV. I found myself mesmerized by the stroking of his big cock. I reached inside my own shorts and began to play with it. I threw caution to the wind as I jerked my meat right there in the open. What had come over me? I let out a groan as I shot a load against the wall of the cottage. The sound startled the guy inside, but before I could make my getaway, I turned to face his friend and a buxom young woman in a skimpy outfit. They were all smiles. "Can we help you?" he said. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. He gently but firmly gripped my arm. His friend had come to the door in the meantime, clad in a pair of boxers. "Hey Dave", he said. "Who are your friends?" Dave pulled me inside. "This guy was looking in the window at you and beating off. And from the looks of things, he wasn't the only one beating off, Sam." Sam blushed as the huge tent in front of his boxers became obvious. Then he turned to me. "Well, since I didn't get to finish the job, I'll need your help." I should have walked away at that point. I could have. But I didn't. Instead I reached out and touched the tent in his boxers. Was I going crazy? All I could think about was the taste of cum in my mouth. We went back to the bedroom where he resumed his position watching porn, his erection wobbling in my face, smacking my nose. "Suck it, bitch", he hissed, and my whole body seemed to tingle at the command. Kneeling in front of him, I realized that I'd never done this before and hoped that I didn't screw it up. I tentatively kissed the swollen bulbous head of his dick, then opened my mouth wide as I went down on it. It was like a hot poker in my mouth; I couldn't believe how warm it was. I got little more than halfway down when I couldn't get any more in without choking. I compensated by putting my hand around the rest of him and stroking him up and down. My other hand reached under and cupped his balls, so I could feel them tighten as his orgasm approached. In the distance I could hear the sounds of Dave plowing his chick, but I had to focus on the task at hand. When I felt he was ready to shoot, I jammed him down my throat as far as it would go, my tonsils tickling his tip. And then I was hit by a tsunami. Sam growled as he hosed me down with his hot spunk. I barely avoided choking on the first shot, and tried to swallow as fast as I could, not even taking the time to savor his essence. Still, I couldn't keep up. My cheeks were full of it and it dripped down my chin. Finally he shuddered for the last time and his cock fell limply from my mouth as his whole body seemed to relax. An idea entered my head, and for the first time I played the aggressor, climbing on top of Sam's naked body, our dicks touching as I kissed him on the lips. His mouth opened to receive me and I gave him a big glob of his own cum. Rather than resist me, he kissed me back, grabbing my ass, grinding against me. I felt my chubby come back to life as I dry-humped against him. Not giving him a chance to think, I flipped around and now it was my cock smacking against his nose. I rubbed it against his lips until they opened and he swallowed me. Before long, he was taking as much of me as he could, my dick humping against the back of his willing throat. His hands grasped my butt cheeks to steady me as he sucked me greedily. I pushed one of his hands closer, closer, closer to my ripe little hole until he finally got the hint. When his middle finger penetrated all the way in, I bucked and came in a torrent. Shaking, I came so hard my balls started to ache. I looked up to see Dave pumping his chick from behind, both of them facing us, her ample tits rocking back and forth in time to his thrusts. Watching us sent him over the edge as he stiffened and came deep inside his bimbo, who had a wide dreamy smile as she took his load. "Awesome" he croaked as he finished. I came back to earth for a minute, realizing what I'd done. I needed to get back to my place. "Guys, I, uh, would appreciate it if you, um, kept this under your hats." Dave pulled out of the blonde and said, "You mean you wouldn't want your girlfriend to know you swing both ways?" "Yeah, something like that." "Well, we'll have to get together again sometime soon," Dave said. I couldn't be sure if that was a threat or just casual friendly conversation. I sneaked out and back to our cottage, where Roxanne had sprawled across the bed. I slowly, carefully eased her over then got under the sheets myself. She gave me a cute little snuffling sound as I got comfortable. Thirty seconds later I was out like a light. ************************* I woke groggily to the sound of Roxanne rummaging through the closet. I popped one eye open and she noticed me. "Janet and I are going to the beach, sleepyhead. Maybe you and Steve can do something today." "Mrmph", I said. I still felt incredibly sleepy. Roxanne was still going through clothes. "Damn, none of the bathing suits I brought seem to fit. It's been a while since I wore one, but, well, can you take a look and tell me what you think?" She was wearing a yellow bikini top that I could have sworn fit her perfectly a few months ago. But it was kind of small and now it seemed way too tight on her; her boobs spilled out on both sides. "Did it shrink or something?" Not the best comment I could have made, as she shot me an icy stare. She took it off and her breasts jiggled ever so slightly. She tried on another top, one that seemed to fit her perfectly. "That one looks good," I said helpfully. She took it off and looked at the tag inside. Her face clouded over. "This isn't possible." she said. I decided to let it go. She looked stunning in the bikini she'd selected. It had a thong bottom that really showed off her curves. She said she'd been working out a bit to look better in swimwear, and I guess it was paying off, although I had to confess I hadn't noticed any change before we'd gotten here. There was a knock on the door and Janet came in. I had to rub my eyes. She was wearing a similar bikini to Roxanne and she looked ten years younger than her age. Wow. I guess I just hadn't noticed it before. "C'mon, let's go down to the beach. I got us a cabana." I could have sworn I saw a wink, but dismissed it. "Steve's still passed out. Maybe you can wake him up and you can go do some guy things." I wasn't sure what those guy things were, but the first thing I needed to do was get showered and dressed. The second thing was breakfast, as the rumble in my belly told me. I waved good-bye as they headed out. "Have fun, see you later." Getting up from the bed, I felt a light-headedness that made me lose my balance a bit. I just felt a bit off; I probably needed a cup of coffee. The shower was large and the water was hot, so I just let it pour over my head for a few minutes. I was fogging things up quite a bit, so I figured I'd better get moving. I lathered up, and felt my hair. Damn, it seemed long. When was the last time I'd had a haircut? This little detail escaped me. Why shouldn't I be able to remember something like that? I wiped the fogged-up mirror so I could see myself. My hair WAS long. But was it longer than usual. After drying it, I brushed it with a hundred strokes, just like I was supposed to, I thought. It looked lustrous, and I shook it back. Damn, that was sexy. I looked for my clothes. My suitcase was gone, and the only thing in the drawers were Speedos and snug, form fitting t-shirts. I guessed these would have to do. But hadn't I brought my own clothes? Sure, I'd packed my own suitcase. Boy, I was addled this morning. Pulling the tight shirt over my nipples, I felt my boner practically rip through the bikini bottom. Ooh. Focus, dammit, I told myself. You need breakfast and coffee, not necessarily in that order. I walked up to the main building at Isla Cachonda and followed the signs for the restaurant. It was empty, but the food was all laid out in a self-serve fashion. I got some black coffee, gulped it down, then poured another that I took back to my table as I ate in silence. "Hello", came the voice behind me. "May I join you?". I jumped and turned around to gaze into the biggest pair of blue eyes ever. She was a blond, and stacked like every other woman I'd seen here. "Um, sure" I offered. She put down her tray and then did something totally unexpected; she reached out and bent my right ear forward. "C. Great." "Ow. What was that for?" "You're new here, aren't you?" The big blue eyes stared at me intently. "Why, yes. We got here yesterday." "Well, we can be friends." "Not until you tell me why you did that to my ear." "You're a C." "What does that mean, exactly?" She laughed as she finished the last of her roll. "That means you're like me." The confusion on my face must have been obvious. Then she took my hand and placed it on her firm belly. Then she pulled open her stretchy shorts and guided my hand inside. There I felt a warm, hardening, unmistakable cock. She pulled my hand out and snapped her shorts shut. Then she leaped up and said, "Gotta go. See ya!" And with that she sashayed off, her long legs and beautiful buns a sight for sore eyes. I sat there, slack-jawed. So I was a 'C', whatever that meant. I finished my meal and headed back to the cottage. I knew that I should probably explore the grounds a bit, but somehow I didn't want to. It seemed silly, but I just wanted to get back to the perceived safety of my cottage. When I got there, Sam was sitting by the doorway. "Hi. I don't even know your name." "It's Scott." He held out his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Scott." I looked around furtively. "We already met last night in a big way." "Yes. I....had trouble sleeping last night after....you know. I just wanted you to know that I'm not, um, gay. I just got a little carried away last night and I had a feeling you did, too. It's like something came over me. I've been feeling strange ever since we got here." He looked at me expectantly. I had to agree. "I've been feeling weird, too. Maybe it's just being in the tropics." "Don't take this the wrong way, Scott, but I can't stop thinking about your cock." I felt it jump inside my Speedo. He put his hand on it and I groaned. "Not out here. Come on inside." My heart was pounding. What if Roxanne came back and found us? I'd never be able to explain in a million years. But my libido was winning out over my rational brain, and when Sam kissed me, there was no turning back. Our flimsy clothes were quickly disposed of, and we fell into a sixty-nine position, our swollen members jammed down each others' throats. I did everything I could to coax the sweet man cream out of him. I stroked his shaft, massaged his balls and reached down below to finger fuck his bunghole. I felt him service me with the same frenzy, and I relaxed my chute to let his fingers in to massage me. I felt myself passing the point of no return as I doubled my efforts on his big cock. I went rigid as I showered him with my cum, and seconds later my efforts were rewarded as he exploded in my mouth. The aftermath was like a balloon popping. How could I do this? I was taking an enormous risk. Sam seemed to sense my discomfort as he picked his clothes up off the floor and hurried to go. "Wait," I said, "I just want to check something." He looked at me quizzically as I told him to turn around. I bent his right ear forward and I could see tattooed on it a bright red 'C'. So he and I were the 'same' somehow. "What was that all about?" "Nothing, Sam. Just thought there was something on your ear, that's all. Now get out of here." I smacked him on his ass as he left, and felt the urge to pull him back, but I resisted. I flopped back on the bed. What was going on here? Ever since we'd arrived, we were all behaving like rutting animals. Was it just the feeling of being on vacation, or something else? I guess I'd figure it out eventually, just like I'd figure out where all my clothes had gone. I threw on my Speedo and shirt and went down to the beach to find Roxanne. The sand was burning my feet without sandals. I hopped as best I could, looking up one side and down the other along the lapping waves. There were a few well-endowed women completely oiled up, and a waiter in the same black Speedo I was wearing flitting between them bringing them drinks. Off to my left, by a sand dune there was a row of green and white tents. Could these be the cabanas Janet was talking about? My feet were really starting to burn so I hopped into the water to let them cool. As I felt the relief I saw an abandoned pair of cheap flip-flops at the water's edge. No one was nearby, so finders- keepers. They were two sizes too small, but they kept my feet reasonably cool as I headed for the row of cabanas. I peeked in the first and it was empty. The second had a porn star look alike doing a reverse cowboy on top of some muscular stud. Her massive tits rose and fell with each bounce, her head thrown back as she moaned in delight. I found myself wanting to get a better look at the guy, too. No such luck, although I could see he had an enormous dick and a big star tattoo on his upper thigh. I decided to move on before anyone saw me. The third cabana I approached a little more cautiously, and found there was a little rip in a seam that gave me a good view without standing in the doorway. I gasped as I saw two men going at it, an oiled-up bodybuilder ass-fucking a more slender guy. I gasped again when I saw that the 'bottom' was none other than Steve, my next-door neighbor. He was begging for it harder from the stud that was pummeling him. I felt a boner building in my trunks as I watched. Did Janet know about this? I wouldn't have suspected it. Steve was slick and sweaty, and I found him very attractive on all fours. I shook my head. What had gotten into me? I tore myself away from that cabana and moved on to the next one. I found another small rip in the fabric in the back of the tent and peered inside. I could only see part of what was going on, but I could make out Janet, her big breasts heaving. I craned around for a better look and saw a woman's head between her legs slurping away at her shaved pussy. And that woman was my Roxanne. To top things off, Roxanne was just part of a sandwich as she was being fucked doggy-style by Dave, who'd morphed into a stud muffin. I watched his muscles ripple as he plunged his big cock into my girlfriend from behind. I was torn between being incredibly turned on and incredibly outraged as I watched. Her tits swayed as she took every inch of his dick, and Janet's fingers ran through her blond hair as she sucked the older woman's clit. I reached into my Speedo almost involuntarily to stroke myself. I was so absorbed that I never saw it coming. A hand came over my mouth while the other one bent my arm back. "It's not nice to be a peeping Tom," a gruff voice said. I struggled, but he was too strong for me. In a second, I was marched into the next cabana where I was thrown to the ground. He hovered over me, and even in my panic attack I was noticing his musky masculine scent. He flicked at my ear and laughed. Stepping out of his shorts, his enormous manhood sprung to life. "Suck it." he hissed. It was so big that even the head of it stretched my mouth. I suckled on the bulbous tip and stroked the rest, then licked the full length of it. I wondered at how easily this had come to me. I wanted more, though. He spoke some words to me, some words I heard but didn't comprehend. At the sound of them, I felt something bursting from my subconscious, a burning desire. I needed his cock in another way. My mind went a little foggy and suddenly I was back in the airplane listening to the words being poured into my ear as I lay helpless, open, a sponge absorbing all that was given to me. My Instructions. I got on all fours and spread myself open. I felt his fingers enter me with some kind of lubricating fluid on my asshole, then felt the burning hot poker that was his raging manhood enter me slowly. It was too big, it would never fit.... It will fit. Instinctively, I know it will. Deep inside my mind, wheels are turning, switches are being flipped. It's not just a fling, this is who I am becoming. It is who I am. "Take it all, slut!" The words galvanize me. My whole world narrows down to the steely rod buried in me. I must please it, make it cum inside me. There is nothing else. I feel my insides shift, relax, as his shaft gains complete access to me. I feel his spongy balls as they slap against me, his ten inch cock impaling me. I groan in pleasure as I feel him split me open, filling me like I've never been filled before. I may be crying for all I know. His sweat is dripping on me as I swivel my hips against him, desperate to please him, desperate for his cum. I feel my own cock flopping with every thrust, feeling my own load building. He shifts into overdrive, pushing me down to the floor of the cabana, his muscular body pinning me as he ravages me from behind. And then I instinctively feel him reach his climax and I stretch myself wide mentally to take in everything he can give me. I feel his jets of spunk firing deep inside me, bathing me in the warm glow of his cum. I have done well. He is satisfied. My mind smiles as I feel my own explosion underneath me.... I jumped. I was lying on the floor of the cabana. How long had I been there? As I slowly, painfully got to my feet, I tried to piece things together. I felt as if I'd had an out-of-body experience. It was almost as it someone else had done what I just did. Were the others the same way? My brain seemed awfully woolly right now. Gathering my clothes, I headed back toward our cottage. The cabanas I passed were silent, and I had no desire to look inside. I needed to confront Roxanne about her behavior, while hoping to hell she knew nothing about my own. I opened the door to our place and heard the shower running. Roxanne was humming something, a tune I couldn't place. I looked at her silhouette in the fogged up shower, and it was stunning. She shut off the water and stepped out, startled when she saw me. "Hey, where have you been all afternoon??" I decided to be non-committal. "I was doing a little exploring. Where were you? I went down to the beach but I didn't see you or Janet." Roxanne blushed deeply. The towel moved off her chest revealing the most incredible rack I'd ever seen in person. Her nipples were hard and her big breasts hung perfectly. I felt my erection start to build. "Holy shit, you look.......different!" I said. "Your...." "Boobs?" she added helpfully. "Yes, your....boobs. They're huge. " "No they're not. I think you're imagining things. Maybe they're a little bigger." I decided to get the yellow bikini she'd tried on yesterday. "Just try this on." I said. "Well that's stupid. That's not my top, it's yours." "Mine?" Now I was really confused. "Oh, just shut up and fuck me. I'm horny again." She peeled off my Speedos in one motion, and before I could even say anything she'd already gone down on my tumescent boner. She was so good at this. I mentally made notes as she drove me right to the edge. When she paused, she straddled me and shoved her big tits in my face. "You love them so much, suck them," she demanded. I complied, moving back and forth from one huge nipple to the other, as I felt the wetness seep from her and drip on my abdomen. When she'd had enough, she moved back and stuffed her steamy pussy with my cock. It was like being in a hot tub. she took my full length with one stroke, and shimmied on top of me. Then she put her hands on my chest, groping me through the shirt. I felt so puffy there and I almost came when she played with me like that. When she pulled the shirt over my head and started playing with my nips, I could hold back no more. I exploded in her, the feeling of orgasm overwhelming me for what seemed like an eternity. She closed her eyes and moaned as she bathed in the warmth of my cum. When I was done, she moved up over my face to let me clean her out. I slurped out my spunk with abandon as I licked her steamy gash. The taste of it made me feel high somehow, like a very expensive, very potent liquor. I wanted more. My head was still spinning when I felt Roxanne move down to kiss me on the lips, then immediately leave a trail with her tongue down my neck to my chest. The rough surface of her tongue on my sensitive little nipples sent me back into my horny haze. My whole body felt like a vibrating tuning fork as she suckled my small titties. All I could do was lie there and groan. I was going to ask Roxanne something, but I'd forgotten it. I just wanted her to keep on doing what she was doing. At some point I felt myself come all over my abdomen. I hadn't even been touched down there! That was so cool! I came to, still sprawled on the bed, Roxanne leaning over me. "Time to get ready, hon, we've got the Welcome Party on the beach tonight." Welcome Party. Now I remembered. Funny thing was that I couldn't remember where we were being welcomed FROM. I was so absent-minded lately. I tried to remember where our flight originated. I tried to remember my address and phone number. It was all on the tip of my tongue, but.... "I've got the perfect outfit for you, Shawna." she laid out a pair of short-shorts and my yellow bikini top. What did she call me? She put the top on and it cradled my boobs perfectly. I felt a pang of envy that they weren't nearly as nice as Roxanne's puppies. She had that nice blue bikini that was so snug her nips punched through like a pair of pinkies. "You look so beautiful," I blurted out. "So do you," she responded, as she pulled the tight shorts up my smooth legs. "No underwear for us tonight, it'll only get in the way." We both giggled at that. I felt so loosey-goosey today. "It's so cool that they're going to let us stay as long as we want." I stopped dead in my tracks. "As long as we want? I thought it was only for...for..." I couldn't remember. Roxanne looked at me strangely and said, "Of course we can stay as long as we want." I was fumbling. "But don't we have to..." "What we have to do is get down to the beach before all the cute guys are taken. C'mon, let's go!" I fell in behind her and followed a bunch of others who were heading for the party. By the time we got to the beach, the sun was starting to set over the water. There were all kinds of booths set up with all different kinds of food, and a tiki bar that was making all kinds of drinks. I decided to put off the food when I saw someone I recognized at the bar. It was the girl I'd seen this morning. She was talking with a hunky guy and I didn't want to intrude, so I loitered a bit, sipping some blue pineapple concoction that would probably go straight to my head. I was bent over, my elbows on the bar, when I felt something hard pressing against my ss. I turned around to see Sam, who planted a kiss on my lips. "Hey there," I said as I surveyed him. He was wearing a bikini top and a short little black and white striped skirt. I was betting he wasn't wearing any undies either. His boobs were nicer than mine and I had to ask him why. "I've found the secret," he said conspiratorially. "It's in the cum. There's something on this island, a chemical, that seems to get concentrated in a man's cum. The longer they've been here, the more potent they are. I guess I just gave head to the right guy. He couldn't stop cumming; it was awesome." My rational mind was trying to piece that together, but my libido- crazed animal mind was in control. I had to find a good man to give me his cum so that I could have bigger boobs that were more sensitive and would attract more guys to give me more cum so that...... The feedback loop in my head was disturbed by my friend from this morning. "Hi girls, looks like you'd like to party." Behind her were three of the most buff guys imaginable. I was speechless. She was nonplussed. "I'll take that as a yes. Why don't we move down the beach a bit to get away from the crowd? " She stuck out her hand. "I'm Cassie." I took it limply. "I'm....Shawna." Saying it out loud myself for the first time made something click in my head. Of course I'm Shawna. Of course we can stay as long as we want. Of course I'm going to feast on cum tonight. Of course. "I'm Sammi," as he shook Cassie's hand. Her boobs were bigger than ours and I had to whisper in her ear. "Is it true that their cum makes your tits bigger." Once the words were out of my mouth I felt foolish for asking, but Cassie took me seriously. "It's true," she said, "And I've got three of the biggest spunk shooters on the island." She paired us up, and while she reserved the best one for herself, my partner was no slouch. He was tall and blond, with an athlete's body. His name was Fresh. "Fresh?" I said, "That's an unusual name." "A lot of us have unusual names. I like it." he said. He said he was a therapist for Isla Cachonda. If someone had a problem, he could be counted on to fix it. The therapy usually involved him getting naked with the patient, which he found highly rewarding. The others had stopped and made themselves comfortable on the beach. Fresh turned to me and said, "this looks like a good place." I looked up into his eyes and kissed him. I smooshed my boobs against his muscular chest and he undid my top. As it fell to the sand I sank to my knees and pulled his shorts down around his ankles. His ten- inch cock stood out proudly in the bright moonlight, and I found myself drooling involuntarily. It felt so good to have my mouth around something so big, so warm, so ready..... Fresh let me have my fun for a while, then settled me down on all fours. My cock got hard in anticipation, but he had a little surprise for me first. His hands were on my cheeks and pushed them wide apart as his tongue found its way to my fun spot. He got it nice and wet and the sensation was like fireworks going off in my head. Then after one large gob of saliva, he worked a fingerful of slippery lube into me. I relaxed totally and he moved freely in and out. Only then did I feel the tip of his boner at my back door. He moved easily inside me, easier than I could have imagined. I reveled in the fullness inside me as I felt his pubic hairs tickle my skin. He swished around inside me ever so slightly and grabbed my tits roughly, squeezing them as he forced himself deep inside me. I felt as if I might go mad from the sensation. My brain was a blank slate; all I wanted to do was make this man cum. I had no other purpose in life. I moaned as he pulled out, then pushed back in. "Oh shit, fuck meeee!" I screamed. "Give me your cum. Make me your fuck doll, Fresh!" My cries seemed to urge him on, and after a few minutes of white-hot fucking I felt him freeze, then bury himself even more deeply in my ass. I could feel his dick twitch and spasm as his load of sweet man goo filled me beyond belief. I heard other cries in the moonlight. Cassie and Sammi were getting their rewards as well. When Fresh pulled out of me for the last time, I felt the pang of loss. I wanted to walk around all day with his lovely manmeat inside me, if only I could. I looked over to see Sammi, still trembling in the aftermath as her lover moved away. Fresh put his arm around him and nuzzled his ear. I was still horny, though, and I could see a trail of sperm glistening on Sammi's ass. I moved in to scoop it up with my tongue, then lingered to lick the other remnants from her leaky rosebud. Sammi grunted in delight as I rimmed her, and pushed back against me. It was then that I felt Cassie's tongue slurping at my own hole, and I enjoyed being the middle. Sammi pushed back on me, which drove me back on Cassie's eager tongue. My whole body was tingling. When Sammi pulled away I mewled my protest, but Fresh was back, smacking his big cock against my nose. "Here, take it," he growled. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take his girth. He'd obviously been jacking himself, because within a minute, I was being treated to another massive load of his steamy man goo. I instinctively relaxed and took it all without spilling a precious drop. I didn't know how I did it, I just did. I felt a warmth emanating from my stomach as I gorged myself on his seed. I licked every last bit of it off him as I fell back on my knees, sated. "Awesome job," came a familiar voice. In the moonlight I saw Roxanne. It was hard to know what I was feeling. My lust seemed to override embarrassment or any other emotion right now. But she was smiling. "I think we should take him back to the room with us, don't you think?" A bit at a loss for words, I said, "Sure." Sammi piped up. "Can I come, too?" Her voice had gotten a bit squeaky. The others had moved down the beach, and it was just the four of us. The wind kicked up and the nipples on my tits turned rock hard. "Let's go," said Roxanne, like she was leading an expedition. I struggled to keep up. Fresh and Sammi were behind us, and Fresh kept whispering things in her ear. When we got back to our cottage she staked out the bed. "Shawna and I have some business to take care of, but you can watch if you like." We sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other. Fresh smiled and took two puka shell necklaces off the table. "Here, put these on, they're an old island tradition. They mean joy and pleasure for the wearer." I noticed he had one on, and he gave one to Sammi as well. I put it around Roxanne's neck and then my own. They felt warm, like they'd been in a toaster oven. Then, a few seconds later, the warmth shot all over my body. I could see it was having a similar effect on her. Behind us, Sammi moaned, but I was fixated on Roxanne. I realized that she was the most beautiful creature on earth and I had to please her. For her part, she grabbed my little cock, and the second she touched me I blew a load all over her abdomen. It seemed to go on forever, like a fountain. We embraced, and my cum was rubbed back and forth between us. I felt her juicy cunt devour my tiny thing as we ground our hips together. Her full breasts smashed against my smaller ones and I felt the shiver in her body that signaled her latest orgasm. "Oh!" she said softly. I broke out in a sweat all over as Roxanne gripped me tightly, our slippery tits mashed together. Our crotches ground against each other, and I felt myself coming again. As we writhed on the bed, we were drenched in each others' perspiration, but we barely noticed this in our frantic pursuit of release. Our juices were puddling underneath us. Roxanne's tongue tickled my tonsils it seemed. Her humping became more insistent, and I felt a kind of buzzing prickly feeling between my legs. Then, the feeling expanded slowly. My stomach did a flip and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The buzzing became a hot flow coursing through my veins, and I broke my kiss with Roxanne because I had to scream. I was out of control, and my body vibrated and my vision blurred as the feeling grew even stronger. I could vaguely sense Roxanne gripping me tighter as I convulsed in her arms. My eyes were tightly shut as I drifted through some imaginary land of pleasure. Every cell of my body seemed to sing out all at once. Slowly, though, the feeling began to fade. I didn't dare move, for fear of ruining the moment. Only when I felt it ebb away did I open my eyes. It was as if I'd entered another world, leaving the old one behind. Roxanne stared at me, a huge grin on her face. "That was one awesome orgasm, Shawna! I'm jealous." Of course she was jealous. That was the most bone-rattling cum in my life. I reached down to touch myself between my legs and realized that I had a very wet, sorely overheated pussy. Why, of course I did. There was another world that seemed to be receding in my mind as I gently ran my finger up and down my sloppy slit. When I touched my clit, I had a little spasm. I was such a little slut; the very thought of it almost made me cum again. I knelt there on the bed, lubricating freely, unable to contain my moaning as I played with myself. Roxanne moved from the bed...I heard her getting something, but I didn't see what. When she came back, in her hand was a thick silver vibrator. She turned it on by twisting the bottom end, but I could not quite make out any sound coming from it. But when she brought the smooth, warmed, tapered end to one of my nipples, I knew it was working. Slowly she ran the shiny vibrator down my body. Its vibrations pleasured first my small breasts...then my tummy...finally she began circling my clit. Sparks were flying inside my head again. I jumped when she finally touched me there. Roxanne pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs far apart. The dildo worked its way down between my soggy pussy lips, and when she found the right spot she stopped for a moment, the ever-so-faint buzzing the only sound between us. Then she began to push inward. I knew what she was doing, but it didn't make it any less painful. I was sweating again and I let out a loud scream. My head throbbed and my mind got fuzzy again. When I felt Roxanne's hand holding the dildo touch my pussy lips, I realized that she had broken all the way through. I was sore and uncomfortable, but I felt muscles inside me clenching against the invader. Roxanne moved it slowly, tortuously in and out of me as tears ran down my face. Whether they were teams of joy or pain I couldn't tell. I lay there gasping, trying to get a feel for this new me. I seemed adrift. I was having difficulty remembering my past and I was unable to think about my future. But the present......it was so intense that it overrode everything else. My blurry vision could see Roxanne working her magic between my legs, as I felt the steely vibrations inside me and her hot tongue on my clit. Out of the mist came another figure. "Fresh", I mumbled. He said nothing, but presented his rock-hard cock to me. It tasted manly and I wanted it all. I crammed as much down my throat as I could take, but it was only half of his enormous tool. I lavished attention on its bulbous head, all my concentration riveted on the task at hand. I gripped his shaft tightly, half-terrified that he would take it away before I could suck the sweet cream from it. My world had shrunk down to the big dick and pair of balls in front of me. I had to make him come. I could feel him getting harder and hotter as my mouth worked its magic. I felt his scrotum tighten and I anticipated the jets of his cum, relaxing my throat to take his seed, but he had a surprise for me. He pulled away slowly, methodically, a glob of my saliva dripping off the tip of him. Only then did I realize that Roxanne had vacated the space between my legs and that Fresh was moving in to replace her. My heart began to pound like a jackhammer and I felt my juices flowing. He hovered over me for a second, and I could feel his big cock at my steamy entrance. I was mad with lust, and I wriggled my hips at him, desperate to impale myself on his meat hook. He smiled, and moved forward just enough that he penetrated my vaginal lips. The feeling of his tip inside me gave me renewed energy, and I shimmied toward him again. "Horny little bitch, aren't you?" he said under his breath. "Fuck me, dammit!" I hissed. I dug my fingernails into his back for good measure, and as my reward I felt him slip inside my still-tight snatch. His prick met more resistance as I could feel my sides shift and stretch to accommodate him. My breathing was shallow and rapid as I swallowed up his ten-incher. He gave me time to adjust to him, and when I was ready I gave him a little nod. I realized that my body was responding almost before I could think, as if I was on autopilot. I relaxed a bit as he pushed back inside me, a little harder this time. I could feel every inch of him inside me and I let out a little involuntary yelp as I absorbed the incredible sensation of being filled by a big, thick penis. It seemed to be a part of me, and I wanted to keep it there forever. Fresh had other ideas. After pausing a bit to let me revel in my own personal nirvana, he started to pull out. Involuntary muscles inside me tried to grab and hold him. I didn't know how that was possible, but it added to the mind-blowing sensation. I would relax when he was thrusting into me, but clenching and pulling at him when he tried to leave. "Oh baby, you've got such a tight cunt", Fresh groaned. My whole body flushed at that. I was pleasing a man as a sexy voluptuous woman. My head was spinning and I felt my juices flowing as Fresh pounded me harder and faster now. All I could focus on was making him cum. I pulled him to me, my hips waggling under him, willing him to pump me full of his spunk. I was babbling now, begging him to give it to me, cursing and screaming at him until I felt his body tensing up. "Give me your cum, baby. Oh, fuck meeeeee!!!!!!" I took a free hand and pressed it hard against my clit as I felt him spasming. And then he exploded inside me, his warm sticky jizz filling me to overflowing. I felt a little electric spark in my clit as well, and the combination of the two sent me into a mindless ecstasy. I seemed to be floating, adrift in my own mind, untethered to anything. The feeling was so intense, yet so expansive. I just rode from wave to wave, unwilling and unable to stop. It could have been an eternity before my multiple orgasms started to fade. My eyes fluttered open to see Fresh staring down at me, his arms braced in the push-up position. "Wow, babe, you were awesome!" he said, grinning. I could feel his softening member slipping out of me as I lay there, temporarily incapable of moving. I blinked and I saw Roxanne. "He's right, you were awesome", she said. For a second, I was seeing myself through Roxanne's eyes, my perky naked body splayed on the bed. I could feel her lust for me, even though I couldn't make out specific thoughts. I snapped back after a second or two, but it was a weird experience. Fresh caught the look on my face. "Yes, there's a little something at work, Shawna." For a second, I was looking at myself through his eyes, feeling his post-orgasmic crash. Roxanne stuttered, "For a second there, I could...." "See through my eyes?" he said. She nodded. "It's a talent we have, and it's thanks to this..." He fingered the necklace. "It helps us be closer together. It also helps us get the fullest use out of our bodies." "It's like a communication device?" I said. "It's a lot more complex than that. It helps us individually as well as a group. It's hard to explain, but you're a much happier person with the necklace than without it. Let me show you." He reached behind my neck and fiddled with it a bit, then unsnapped it and removed it. He held it in his hand as he watched me. For a second, nothing happened. Then my head felt as if a water balloon had burst. Thoughts were firing around too fast for me to follow. Holy shit! I'd been changed into a girl! How could I ever go back home like this? What had come over me? And Roxanne! She was this big titted porn star wannabe, how could she stand herself? I thought about the last two days, and how little by little I'd mutated. It had gone so fast and I'd been so horny that I hadn't been able to keep up. Now what was I going to do? Was I a prisoner here? My breathing became heavy as a wave of panic flowed through me.... And then there was a click at the back of my neck and I calmed down. Fresh said, "We have to do that with everyone....it's part of the process. Your reaction is fairly typical- worry and panic. But there's nothing to worry and panic about here. We will always take care of you." I knew instinctively that he was right, at a subliminal level that I couldn't explain. "A part of the coping and acceptance process is the removal of the necklace for a little while. You can take it off again and walk away right now. No one will stop you, although your appearance has changed so dramatically that no one would believe you were who you said you were." With that, he removed Roxanne's necklace. I saw the panic in her eyes, and I couldn't touch her mind to calm her. She looked at me in amazement. "Scott, they've turned you into a woman! And I'm a......well, I feel like...like I'm built to fuck! I can't even believe I said that!" She turned to Fresh. "What are you going to do with us?" Fresh smiled. "You'll be going back to the States soon. You shouldn't worry." And with a movement so fast I almost didn't notice it, he snapped her necklace back on. Her smile returned. "Don't ever do that again. It's too depressing." I put my arm around her. "Feel better?" "Yes." And she gave me a big kiss. I was still getting my own head around what had just happened. The curtain had been pulled back for a second, but the thoughts remained. I just didn't feel depressed and panicky about them now. I LIKED what I was, even though the change was involuntary. And I had to admit to myself that I'd nurtured a fantasy of myself as a hot bimbo for a long time. I'd wondered how the other half lived. But I'd buried it because I thought it was a ridiculous thought. Fresh looked at me directly and said, "Yes. You were chosen because of your deep-seated fantasy. A part of you wanted to be a girl. We found this tendency on our first contact. We examined it in depth on your trip here." I looked at him wide-eyed. "Did you....just read my thoughts?" "To an extent. As I said, we're more closely connected. I can't read your exact thoughts, but strong emotions come through plain as day. Some are easier to read than others." He turned to Roxanne. "You have always harbored a fantasy of being a mindless slut, something you would never admit publicly. You've browsed porn sites when you're alone and have a particular fondness for large-breasted women playing with each other as well as hunks with big cocks. You even repeat the cum shots sometimes. Now it was Roxanne's turn to stare goggle-eyed. "How did you know that?" she asked softly. It was the closest I'd seen her to embarrassment since we got here, and I gave her a big hug. I whispered in her ear that it was actually a turn-on that she had always been into it. The brief tension faded from her body at that. Fresh answered almost like a college professor giving a lecture, albeit a professor who wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing on his tanned, ripped body. "You were all under sedation for a good portion of the trip and we were able to probe your minds, find your likes, dislikes, fears and fantasies. You were completely open to us. We are not in the Caribbean as you may have thought, but are on a private island off the coast of Thailand. We had nearly 18 hours to test you, learn your innermost secrets, and prepare you for the path you were most suited for. You arrived at the island refreshed, with not even the barest inkling anything was wrong. But our processes were already well underway. Physically and mentally, you have each been redesigned as your own fantasy. We find that this greatly eases the transition, as the subject accepts their transformation most readily, at both a conscious and subconscious level. The necklaces you wear are not controllers. You may take them off at any time you wish. However, it was important to show you what happens when you do. Your old reality was not as pleasant as your new one. Here you are connected to us all, but it's not a burdensome connection. Only when we are in close proximity can we directly tap into another's emotions and physical experiences. You've already noticed it can be quite pleasurable. As you wear the necklace longer, you will learn more about how to use it. It attunes itself to your body and mind, but in a way you can control. Test your limits; you might find it fun." The door to our cottage opened and the others filed in. I found that I could reach out to their minds as well. Fresh was still talking but I wasn't hearing. I touched Janet's mind and felt her joy at her buff Amazon body, with a huge clit that was begging to be sucked. Steve was buff in his own way, but I could feel his hunger for Fresh's cock and his desire to bottom for him. The thought appeared in my mind that this had been a chance for Janet and Steve to fix their relationship as he'd been caught with another man. The relationship was fixed all right, but probably not in the way they'd thought. Steve's mind was a jungle of primitive sexual urges, and I wanted to be close to him the next time a big stud fucked his tight ass. Our other two fellow travelers were just as easy to read. Dave was bursting with muscular testosterone, ready to fuck any woman within reach. Sammi was next to him, and I could tell that a fresh load of Dave's semen was leaking out of her pussy. What I wasn't ready for was a wave of Roxanne's thought pushed in my direction. I could see her looking at me, ogling my body, her tongue playing over her lips as she brushed her long blond hair from her eyes. I could feel her fantasy, suckling my breasts. For a split second it was as if I was doing it to myself. I guess this is what Fresh meant when he asked us to test our limits. Without a word being spoken we had broken into groups. Roxanne and Janet knelt in front of Dave, taking turns licking his enormous rod. Steve had assumed the same position in front of Fresh, cradling his balls as he crammed every inch down his throat. Sammi led me to the bed that was miraculously still unoccupied. She threw me down with a strength born of lust as she assumed the 69 position atop me, a glistening pearl of Dave's jizz dangling from her labia, begging me to take it. So began a wild few hours. At such close proximity I could feel every orgasm I was giving Sammi as well as the ones she was giving me. But I also felt the rush of Dave's cum as it rushed from his balls, up his shaft and into Janet and Roxanne's waiting mouths. I felt the tingling slickness as the two girls rubbed Dave's cum all over their tits then squashed their erect nipples together. I felt the head of Fresh's dick as it pushed against Steve's lubricated anus, felt the mindlessness of the gay fuck toy he had become. It was all too much, and at some point I crashed from the overload. I opened one eye. Roxy was sitting on the bed next to me. "Coffee?" she said. "Oh God, please." My head was still pounding and it was hard to move. Roxy fluffed some pillows up behind me, then she quickly got a cup of java. It was hot, and I drank it slowly, savoring the taste and absorbing the caffeine as quickly as I could. "You tronked last night." Roxy said. I knew she no longer wanted to be called Roxanne; that person was gone for good. "I what?" "It's their term for overdosing on sensations. Your mind kind of shuts down in self-defense. I got pretty close myself, but Fresh said you showed much higher sensitivity, so it wasn't surprising. It's a good news/bad news thing. You get off on the orgasms of others pretty easily, but you also burn out pretty easily. Another thing...you seem to have the power to project this pleasure to others. You and Sammi got into quite a feedback loop last night." In the back of my mind I found this information. It was like doing a Google search in my head and information I had no previous knowledge of popped up. This too was the power of necklace interconnectivity. I took another sip of coffee. "How are you?" "Weirdly calm. It's like I've clicked into place, like I've found the last piece to a puzzle. It's hard to describe." I reached out to her mind and felt her inner peace. She in turn reached out to me and I felt my headache dissipating and my energy level rising. "Whoa." I said. "Yes, I have that....gift. I can heal small things. I couldn't reattach a severed arm or anything, but I seem to have the ability to ease pain and lighten the mood. I also seem to be able to get others around me to loosen up. Again, hard to describe." As we talked, I found out more. Dave's cum had properties that stimulated breast growth in women. Steve's cum was mind-altering. In small increments, it made others desire sperm more (seems he'd never lack for boyfriends). Sammi could give off pheremones that attracted others, be they male or female, to her. And Janet was far stronger than she looked. She could now bench-press 400 pounds with ease. "One other thing." she said. "All of us, when we have sex with others, enhance their physical sexuality." Roxy pushed this thought into my mind and I ruminated about the possibilities. It was a gradual process. The word 'sluttiness' came to me. I had the power, over time, to alter a person's identity- to turn them into a sex toy if I wished. Just one shot, and they might wake up the next morning with a bigger cock or fuller boobs and an increased libido. More than that, and things could get really interesting. Roxy smiled at me, and I could tell she was reading my devious thoughts. Our necklaces prevented the effects from overtaking any of us, although I was feeling pretty slutty anyway. I realized that there were going to be new guests tomorrow and suddenly I felt dead tired. Roxy was yawning, too, and a minute later we were curled up in each others arms, snuggling our way to sleep. My dreams were full of big boobs and throbbing cocks. ********************************** A hand on my shoulder shook me awake. "Time to get up, girls!" boomed a deep, sultry voice. I blinked my eyes a few times to get them into focus. Janet stood at the foot of the bed, a picture of Amazonian beauty. She must have been 6'2", with firm tits and rippling muscles. Her black Speedo and sleeveless top seemed painted onto her body. "Time to get up, girls!" she repeated. "New Guests today!" I was momentarily befuddled, but I felt the warmth of the necklace and realized that, yes, we had to help the new guests get acclimated. It was our job, after all. Our team turned out in our uniform black bottoms and white tops. As we stood waiting for the stretch limos to pull up, our minds drifted together. Lucky Sammi got to gulp down Dave's cum last night, and I was jealous. Dave let me know I'd get my turn. Janet let Roxy know in no uncertain terms that she'd be hers for the evening. Steve already had his sights set on a Brazilian boy and his imagination was running free. As the first stretch limo pulled up, our minds disentangled to deal with the business at hand. There were six of them, all college students from what I could tell, four boys and two girls. I knew instinctively the one who was 'mine'. "Can I get your bags, sir?" I said. He looked a little disoriented. "Um, yeah." He pointed to a pair of suitcases on the ground next to the limo. I knew at once that he was in room 227. As I picked up his bags and headed for his cottage on the other side of the compound, he stopped me. "Aren't we supposed to check in first?" "No sir, that's all been taken care of." I smiled. I knew his name was Justin. "Oh, okay," he said almost apologetically. As I carried his luggage, he tagged along behind. He tried his best pickup line. "So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" "I love it here. You will too." "Well, if all the employees are as beautiful as you, I WILL love it." "You're pretty attractive yourself." I said. I thought about how I would go about turning him into the slutty girl he was meant to be. Starting now. "Once I get you settled in, I'm off duty." I practically felt the hair standing up all over his body. "I, uh, came here with a bunch of friends." "I'm sure they won't miss you for an hour or two." He may have tried to say something, but all that came out was a little squeak. We arrived at 227, and I opened it with the card key. I put his bags down and faced him. "It's my job to make sure that you enjoy yourse