The More, The Merrier

By Priscilla Laster

As a vacationing group speaks about their experiences, desires, relationship failures and most inner inhibitions, they find out there's a virgin among them. The theme of their retreat quickly becomes "you're only young once". One of the friends makes it her mission to get the virgin to taste the sweet nectar of feminine flesh. The More, The Merrier is character rich and dialog heavy. Enjoy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Priscilla Laster
• Release date: Mar 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310156984

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The More, The Merrier

by: Priscilla Laster

Erotica, Romance, Fiction, Lesbian, Lesbian, Bi-Sexual,

A vacation (in a big, fabulous estate) brings a group of young lad-friends (and one classy 'good guy') together. As the group speaks about their experiences, desires, relationship failures and most inner inhibitions, they find out there's one among them who's a virgin. The theme of their retreat quickly becomes you're only young once; live it up. One of the friends makes it her mission to get the youngest to taste the sweet nectar of feminine flesh. This is not your average smut read. The More, The Merrier is character rich and dialog heavy. Enjoy.

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Chapter 1

Finally, the time was at hand -- the girls were arriving today! This past week was devoted to getting everything on the island ready for the six young ladies who would spend the upcoming six weeks here with me. I worked 20 hours per day getting the mansion ready, installing all of the wiring and video equipment, and finally stocking the supplies for the six women and yours truly with plenty left over to spare for emergencies. The supply boat would only come once a week, so if there was a massive storm or unforeseen disaster, we could potentially be stranded. With the reserves in place, however, we would not be stranded without an ample amount of food and other necessities to easily tide us through. Thus, everything on the island was set to go. Soon, it would be time to take the big boat to the mainland and pick the ladies up at the airport. I could hardly wait! With their detailed biographies and several photographs archived on my computer server, I decided to take one final look at the collection of women before departing. They had been screened and interviewed extensively for what would happen over the upcoming six weeks. I did my best to get a nice variety of different looks and personalities. At the same time, though, my goal was for the girls to be compatible with not only me, but each other as well. Their individual profiles were a definite sight to behold on the computer. All six of these women were chosen with the highest regard to physical appearance, brains and temperament. A great deal of time and money had been invested into this. A whole year of preparations were at stake, beginning with the thousands of flyers sent to health clubs and universities all across North America offering six weeks of relaxation and fun on the tropical island that I called home, and a cool, whopping payment of $100,000 (USD) at the end. One of these six women would receive something even more lucrative -- $500,000 (USD). The inquiries flooded in and then the applications. Going over them resulted in three-fourths being promptly rejected, but then it got much tougher. Requests for additional information, including photographs, were sent out and as a result, some of the applicants replied. The list was pared once again and then from there, the finalists were chosen subject to comprehensive background searches and, more importantly, one-on-one video conference interviews. From those 20 finalists, the super six were eventually chosen. Perhaps not surprisingly, those decisions certainly rank as some of the hardest that I have ever had to make in my life. Who were these ladies? They ranged in age from 18 to 30, and all of them were bi-sexual or, at the very least, overly curious concerning other women. It was a requirement for acceptance. Obviously, it turned a lot of potentials away, but those were the only type of ladies that I was interested in bringing to the island. As for who each of them were… A glorious, sexy melody of Spanish and Asian heritage, Cindy was a buxom and charming 25-year-old who worked as a title processor for a real estate agency in the San Diego area. Cindy had an incredible body, no doubt, but also the outgoing nature and friendly demeanor to match. Long, coal-black hair and dark, piercing eyes only added to her sensuous appeal. The luscious Latina still lived at home with her parents, but looked at these upcoming six weeks on the island as a way to really branch out in life and explore new possibilities. I was happy to afford her the chance. The dancing queen of Baltimore, Pamela had made quite a nice living for herself in the fast-paced, frenzied world of adult entertainment. More specifically, Pamela (age 30) was a stripper. She certainly did not fit its usual stereotype, however. Pamela was perhaps the smartest, most intellectual person I had ever come across in my life. She was a proud, card-carrying member of 'Mensa' and ranked very high on the Dean's List at the Maryland university which she attended. Pamela was using her earnings as an exotic dancer to make it through college, with the goal of one day becoming a teacher. Age 30 as well, Amy was employed as both a waitress and bartender at a Cincinnati restaurant. A red-headed ravisher who was much more than just a pretty face (and fantastic body), the first thing people invariably noticed about Amy was her astonishing beauty. And why not? It was difficult to miss. A creamy-skinned seductress with emerald green eyes and all-natural 36d-25-36 measurements that were nicely packed onto her 5-foot-6 frame, Amy was the type of woman who got noticed everywhere she went simply because of her physical characteristics alone. An extremely flirtatious and aggressive individual, Amy welcomed (and craved) all of the lustful attention that was continually heaped upon her. But like everyone else, Amy had her share of shortcomings. She had been through a failed marriage and seemed to take immense pride in exuding a 'bad girl' persona. In fact, Amy cheated on her ex-husband with four different guys in their first year of marriage, and then even more in the third (and final). She seemed very gratified with those affairs, too. Still, I got the feeling from our telephone conversations that Amy was a good and sincere person. She had made some very misguided and wayward decisions in her life -- no doubt -- but there was something about Amy which drew me to her, and piqued my interest. I believed if she were to find the right man, Amy would finally settle down and turn out to be the ideal, picture-perfect (and faithful) wife. Could that elusive 'right man' ultimately turn out to be yours truly? A true, quintessential All-American girl, Diana was apple pie, soft blue eyes and warm summer nights on the front porch swing. The 27-year-old had a spellbinding face and shiny, long blonde hair, a taut, shapely figure, flawless skin and an upbeat, lively attitude. With all of these positive attributes, as well as a personable and gregarious nature, how could anyone 'not' find a lady such as Diana appealing? In fact, I got the impression during our initial telephone discussion -- and nothing had changed my mind since -- that Diana was a true, bona-fide princess. Her squealy voice and infectious personality had warmed my heart, and made me feel good inside. Also during those same conversations, I came to the conclusion that there was a good, genuine quality about Diana. What exactly 'was' genuine, I was not sure of at this point in time. But I had six whole weeks to find out… Teresa was a marvelous, captivating young lady with lush brown eyes, long, yellow-blonde hair and the type of bright, pearly-white smile often seen in toothpaste advertisements. Teresa's natural beauty was all-encompassing -- from the toes on her feet all the way up through a 5-foot-4 frame of toned, busty flesh, to the very crown of her pretty head. Teresa was the only woman of the group who did not reside in the United States. She was a born-and-bred Canadian who had spent all of her life in and around Toronto. Teresa was a physical fitness enthusiast who found work as an instructor at a health club in her hometown. This 30-year-old was full of the sweetness and sunshine that made everyone around her feel as if they had just met a new friend. Teresa was the type of woman that good things always seemed to happen to, simply because she was such a warm-hearted, friendly person. Teresa's dream in life, aside from getting married and having a family, was to own a fitness center. Perhaps the money that I was paying her for spending these six weeks here would help make that dream a reality for her? Or maybe I would assist in helping Teresa's ultimate dream come true? That being, of course, the aspiration of one day finding a husband and having children with him. Could that man be me? Last but certainly not least was Lindsay, a deliriously beautiful 18-year-old who just graduated from high school three days ago. Lindsay was a total vision of loveliness who seemed entirely too sweet and innocent to get involved in a naughty project such as the one that I was presenting. Nevertheless, I gladly welcomed Lindsay, along with her very ripe and nubile 34c-22-32 figure, into my midst. With long-flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of a cosmetics model, Lindsay was the embodiment of everything that a cheerleader should be. She was the