Pan's Paradise: To The Island.

By Emelia Del Rey

Out of desperation, nineteen year old Abby accepts a position at a summer camp that mysteriously offers her a job. Not just a job, but a job that pays so well it'll cover her Harvard tuition in the fall. Once there, however, Abby discovers a camp minus campers, containing the most beautiful young men and women she's ever seen. To make matters worse, the owner, Nick, has the eyes of a goat. Caught between her need for money, and concern over what she's gotten herself into, Abby embarks on a series of sexual adventures not soon forgotten.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emelia Del Rey
• Release date: May 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370485949

Emelia Del Rey

Emelia Del Rey lives somewhere over the rainbow, in a place where sexuality is not defined by the normal restraints placed on it by today’s modern, anal retentive society. She’s young, she’s beautiful, and she’s protected by two very BIG Rottweiler’s. She lives in her imagination, along with the occasional partner of either sex (or possibly two or three), and is perfectly fine with that.

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PAN’S PARADISE

TO THE ISLAND

BY EMELIA DEL REY

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Due to inappropriate language and explicit sexual descriptions, this book is not recommended for readers under the age of eighteen.

Copyright © 2017

Del Rey Publishing Inc.

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior permission of the publisher. Jacket photograph used with permission of the owner. Copyright © 2016

Author’s Message

These books are an experiment in serial writing. As such, they will be released in 4-5 segments, or parts. Erotica, to me at least, should be a combination of writing styles. Hard core, definitely, but not with a shoddy storyline. That’s where (in my opinion) many pieces of erotic literature fail. Nor should it be about heaving breasts and engorged manhood. Sorry, but that belongs in a Harlequin Romance book, not in mine. I’m a firm believer in the three C’s: Cock, Cunt, and Cum. Possessing the second in the list, and enjoying the first and last immensely, I see no need in hiding sex behind frilly language. It’s raw, it’s in your face, and that’s the way I like it.

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. If you do, drop me a line at: [e-mail]. Better yet, visit my website: https://emeliadelrey1996.wixsite.com/mysite

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To the individual who gave me the wonderful five star reviews on Amazon. Thank you very much! It was a shock, especially as I haven’t put any effort into advertising or seeking reviews. I really didn’t think anyone would want to read my work, never mind enjoy it.

Part four of the series will be out soon. It would have been out by now, but unfortunately a tree and I had a bit of a disagreement. Specifically, I wanted to sit on one of its branches, and it didn’t want me there. Yes, before you ask, Tequila was involved. The references in the book to Abby being on pills is a direct correlation to the medication they put me on after I shattered the bones in my right foot and ankle. For ten days, I couldn’t think straight. Happy, yes, but as out of it as a sailor after a long-awaited weekend furlough. Crossing my fingers (and other parts) I’ll be back on my feet real soon.

Yours Truly,

Emelia Del Rey

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Author’s Message

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About the Author

Chapter One

When I woke, I couldn’t get out of bed. Despite my best attempts, even with Vic’s help, it wasn’t enough. It was as if my legs, my hips, my entire body, had rebelled against me. And rebelled in a manner that involved excruciating pain every time I so much as even twitched a muscle. Five minutes of screaming was enough to send my cabin mate running to get help.

When it came, it wasn’t from who I expected. I’d thought maybe Nick would make an appearance, but no. Instead, it was Cook who showed up in the doorway carrying a bag, as well as a combination of concern and condemnation on her middle-aged face.

Don’t you think of leaving that bed, young lady, she said sternly. You’re under cabin arrest from here on in.

Seriously, I’m fine, I tried to sit and immediately regretted it. Oww….

Fine, are you? Cook pulled a chair next to the bed and sat. That doesn’t sound fine to me. Are you wearing anything under those covers, or are you in your birthday suit?

Umm… I blushed. Birthday suit…

Relax, she smiled. I’m not judging you. Not yet anyway. Where does it hurt?

Everywhere, I groaned as I shifted my position slightly and felt a lightning bolt of pain shoot down my legs.

Let’s take a look. She lifted the corner of the blanket up just high enough so she could see what she needed to see. Uh-huh. Yep. That’s the reason why alright.

What is it? I asked. Am I sick?

Not in the traditional sense. Cook reached into her bad and pulled out a rubber hot water bottle. "You’re swollen to the size of watermelon down there. No doubt you’ve pulled a few muscles and ligaments."

I went bright red when I realized what there referred to. Oh….

Relax, Cook chuckled. It isn’t the end of the world. You over exerted yourself, that’s all. If you insist on learning how to pole vault, try not doing with two poles at once. Get me?

Oh, my god, I groaned, my face so red it felt as if I was going to burst into flames. Shit, shit, shit, shit! You must think I’m horrible.

Stupid maybe. Cook smiled and flipped back the blanket and separated my legs. A second later, she placed the water bottle between my thighs, directly on my swollen vagina, But that’s not abnormal around here.

THAT’S FUCKING COLD! I screamed as the icy surface came to rest against my most private parts. GET IT AWAY!

Uh, no, she laughed. What did you expect, heat? If you want to reduce swelling, use ice. And you, my dear, need to reduce the swelling. Big time! Your pussy lips look like overinflated car tires right now. Have you gone pee yet?

I haven’t even made it out of bed, I said through clenched teeth. It hurts too much.

Well, when you do have to go, Cook reached into her bag and pulled out an enamel bed pan, use this. You’re in no shape to make it to the kybo, so it will have to do. And, she pulled a bottle from her apron, unscrewed the cap, and tilted it until two rolled pills rolled into the palm of her hand, take these. They’ll help.

What are they? I asked suspiciously as she pulled out a bottle of water and held it out to