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Subject: {ASSM} (REV) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 1  M/F, F/F
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PLEASE NOTE: This story is the sequel to "Island Paradise".
It is STRONGLY recommended that you read the original story
in the series first, before delving into this sequel.  You
can find "Island Paradise" - the original - online at:

http://www.eroticstories.com
http://storiesonline.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
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I originally planned to release this story in November 2001,
but due to overwhelming reader requests, it is here now.

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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 1 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Seated at the computer terminal inside my personal suite,
I smiled to myself once Windows ME loaded.  The wallpaper
for my start-up page was a picture of yours truly with all
seven of the beautiful young ladies who had spent the summer
here on the island with me.  That group, of course, included
Amy, Lindsay, Trish, Christina, Lisa, Pamela and Torrie.
   If I were to wait two minutes and let my computer idle
by, individual pictures of each of the girls along with me
would begin to pop up.  That was my personal screen saver.
   With the images of happy faces and charming smiles, these
photographs reminded me of a memorable ten week period in my
life.  That time was spent with some very special people.
   One way or another, I had kept in either moderate to
extremely close contact with all seven of the ladies.

   When the group first arrived on the island, it was
readily apparent to everyone that Trish and Lindsay were
absolutely in love with each other.  I watched their
relationship take off and flourish all summer long.  It
seemed as if, at one point, nothing could pull them apart.
   The pair of ladies had plans to begin a life together in
Trish's hometown of Toronto after the summer ended.  All was
going well between them until Lindsay decided that she did
not want to go to Canada.  She wanted to stay on the island.
   After a brief decision to stay here as well - solely so
she could be with Lindsay - Trish changed her mind.  Her
friends and family in Canada were much too important to her.
She did not want to commit to spending the rest of her life
here.  Both Lindsay and Trish tried to sway each other to
their side, but despite their love, neither would budge.
   Things between them came to a shocking end when one day,
Trish informed me that she could not stay on the island any
longer.  Trish claimed that continuing to see Lindsay,
knowing they would soon one day split apart for good, would
simply hurt her too much.  Per her request, I sent her home.
   Today, however, I can proudly report that Trish has moved
on in life, and is quite happy.
   Trish used the $1.5 million check she received for being
here during the summer toward opening her very own business,
a fitness center located about 80 miles from Toronto.  All
indications confirm that, even after just two months of it
being open, Trish is already turning a nice profit.
   Best of all, Trish has found someone special to share her
life with - a woman by the name of Victoria.  A picture she
sent me of them together reveals that Victoria is just as
beautiful and as stunning as she is.  It is good that Trish
has successfully got over her teary break-up with Lindsay.

   It has been a mere three months since the summer ended,
but Amy already ranks as an up-and-coming star in the world
of adult films.  Using the stage name of "Aimee Embers", Amy
has finally found the job in life which suits her perfectly.
Not only does she have sex, but she gets paid for it, too.
   Joining her on the blue movie screen was Torrie, another
island alum.  The pair of ladies had co-starred in a handful
of movies together, but Amy was considered the bigger and
more viable star of the two.  Amy had also parlayed her
early success into a new website, and upcoming dates as a
featured dancer across both the United States and Canada.
   Torrie, on the other hand, was having second thoughts
about her decision to get into porn.  She simply did not
love the industry and what it had to offer her, like Amy
did.  Despite that, though, Amy and Torrie were a real-life
couple who shared a Bel Air apartment together.

   More information on Torrie later...

   Lisa and Christina, using their combined "island income"
of $3 million, had bought a home together in Illinois, and
kept themselves busy with college and an active social life.
It warmed my heart to know that both of them were in love
with each other - and my island was what made it possible in
the first place.  I hoped that one day, I could visit the
happy couple and see first-hand what they were up to.
   I would be remiss if I did not mention Gianna, though I
did not consider her as one of my "island girls".  Gianna,
of course, left the island only after a few days of being
here because she missed her family too much.  She was the
only woman from the whole summer I had not kept a tab on.

                           * * *

   The luscious duo of Pamela and Lindsay had chosen to
devote their lives to not only me, but each other as well.
Both ladies, of course, had opted to stay with me here on
the island after everyone else returned to normal society.
   It wasn't but a month later that Pamela and I were
married in a lavish, beautiful ceremony held just outside
of Baltimore - Pamela's birthplace and former hometown.
   Having exotic tastes, my initial vote was for the wedding
to commence in a place such as Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas, or
the Bahamas.  However, Pamela wanted her friends and family
to be present.  So, we mutually agreed on Baltimore.
   Our extended honeymoon, however, took place in Hawaii,
Cabo San Lucas and the Bahamas. (!)  Pamela and I, along
with Lindsay, spent ten days apiece at each vacation spot.
   Once the honeymoon was over, the three of us returned to
our own little corner of paradise - the island.

   Located just an hour or so, via boat, off the coast of
South America, the island was purchased by me approximately
five years ago from a private developer.  I had since turned
it into my own personal paradise - with a huge, sprawling
mansion, sparkling pools and athletic areas which were
second to none.  There was a full-service dock for boating
and fishing, and a landing pad for helicopter access.
   Recent improvements were added too - a long and diverse
bicycle path, a horse stable, and other things as well.
   But at the same time, I paid special attention during
these man-made constructions to minimize the damage to the
natural beauty of the island.  I had been successful in
doing so, as the great majority of the island's land and
resources - aside from periodic grooming - was untouched.
   Huge waterfalls, beautiful lagoons, sprawling beaches,
pre-historic caves... majestic trees, wondrous scenery and
exotic birds and animals - all of it could be found here.
This was, indeed, an island paradise.  I would venture and
travel on occasion, but this island would be my true home.

   Fortunately, Pamela and Lindsay had made that same choice
with their lives.  Pamela and I were husband-and-wife, but
we liked to affectionately think of Lindsay as our little
"co-hort", so to speak.  A deeper look, however, showed that
Pamela and I preferred to view Lindsay as our shared wife.
Both of us felt that way about her.  We loved her very much.
   The pair of ladies were a contrast in styles, yet also
very similar at the same time.  Lindsay was an 18-year-old
bundle of energy, whose young, girlish-like appearance hid
the fact that she was an expert at oral sex, and an anal
fanatic.  Pamela, at age 25, was a more cerebral type whose
hot, voluptuous body had once been honed for a career as an
exotic dancer.  Of course, she did not need to work anymore.
Lindsay, with her smallish frame and figure, looked more
like a high school cheerleader than a skilled sex machine.
   Despite their differences, I considered both ladies to be
the two most beautiful women I had ever laid my eyes upon.
Each of them were very unique in the way they looked, and
everything about them was absolutely perfect.  There was
nothing about Pamela or Lindsay that I wanted to change.

                           * * *

   During our three-way honeymoon, it was Lindsay who came
up with the idea of bringing a new collection of women to
the island for another ten weeks.  We had so much fun with
Trish, Lisa, Torrie, Amy and Christina, Lindsay said, that
the three of us should look into attempting to re-create it.
   Instead of new women, Pamela suggested that we try and
corral the original group for another ten week run.  Lindsay
had no problems with that idea - she simply wanted to have
sex.  At the same time, however, Lindsay thought none of
the original ladies would be interested in coming back.

   Her words proved to be very prophetic - almost.  Despite
my offer of $3 million apiece, Trish, Lisa, Christina and
Amy turned the profitable opportunity down.

   Trish was not even interested in hearing my idea, as if
she were to return here, her and Lindsay would be re-united.
Trish did not know if she could handle that.
   Lisa and Christina, on the other hand, were too happy and
settled in Illinois to seriously consider coming back here.
The lure of $6 million between them was somewhat tempting,
but neither showed much interest.  Both of them, at ages 21
now, were enjoying campus life - and guys - too much.
   Amy showed some interest in returning, but decided that
she ultimately couldn't.  Her schedule was booked for the
next six months.  If she wasn't making a movie, Amy would
be out on the road, performing as a featured dancer, or
even modeling.  Any free time she had went to her website.

   Torrie had accepted my offer, though.

   Although they were lovers, Torrie did not see a lot of
Amy outside of the movie set.  Amy had plunged head-first
into the depths of porn, and enjoyed herself so much that
it seemed as though she never wanted to leave it.
   Torrie, on the other hand, claimed a return to the island
would give her a needed break from her hectic lifestyle as
an X-rated actress.  It would also provide her with a chance
to reflect and decide if porn was the right career choice.
A $3 million check at the end also helped persuade her, too.

                           * * *

   Lindsay, Pamela and myself mutually decided that with
Torrie coming back into the mix for a second ten week
excursion, three more women were needed.  It would make for
a total of six ladies, along with myself, on the island.
   Our search went no further than the main computer system
in my personal suite.  I had 10,000 applications still on
file from the original "island casting call".
   Last year, I posted fliers and information booklets all
over Canada and the United States, looking for bi-sexual
women who would be interested in spending ten weeks on an
island paradise where both sex and sun were paramount.
   From those 10,000 women who replied, I narrowed the
list down to 20 - and then the final number, six.
   After Gianna left us, Lisa - who ranked seventh on my
list, was brought to the island as her replacement.
Christina, of course, did not come from this group.  She
and I had met each other a couple of years ago.

   Of the original 20 I debated over so heavily in my mind,
there were now 13 to choose from.  Pamela and Lindsay said
that with three of us here - myself included - each of us
should get to select one of those 13.
   Then, we would get into contact with each lady and ask
them about not only their interest in coming to the island
after all, but also a guarantee of $3 million in earnings.

   Needless to say, all three ladies jumped at the chance.

   Pamela's immediate choice was a 25-year-old by the name
of Stephanie, who hailed from Connecticut.  Pamela claimed
that just one look at Stephanie's collection of photographs
on my computer was all it took for her to make a decision.
   At 5-foot-7 and 110 pounds, Stephanie had long-flowing
brown hair and a voluptuous, well-honed body.  A lovely face
and charming smile only added to her overall appeal.
   Not only was Stephanie an intensely beautiful woman, but
she was also a very smart one as well.  She was employed as
a registered nurse and had a degree in micro-biology.

   After some deliberation, Lindsay made a selection with
some definite input from her lively personality.  Jessica
was from Lindsay's original home-state of Ohio, and was
similar to her with a very young look about her.
   With her wholesome beauty and brown hair, Jessica stood
5-foot-8 and weighed 105 pounds,  She had a frail waist and
slight, natural curves, along with long legs and a beautiful
face.  The 20-year-old had the aura of a runway model about
her, although her job was that of a floral shop attendant.
   Lindsay went onto say that she and Jessica could start
the "little booby club" - which of all the ladies on the
island, these two would be the only members.  Pamela and I
received quite a good laugh from that quirky remark.

   Having always been very partial to blondes, my personal
choice for the upcoming ten weeks was an absolute stunner
from Pennsylvania named Devon.  A 24-year-old with the face
of a Barbie doll and the enticing curves of a centerfold,
everything about Devon's photographs and personality profile
seemed to ooze nothing but raw sex.
   In fact, I had a very hard time several months ago over
who to choose as Gianna's replacement - Lisa, or Devon.  I
ultimately chose Lisa, but now was extremely happy that I
finally would get the chance to meet Devon too.  She, much
like Stephanie had been for Pamela, was my immediate pick.
   Devon was employed as a dental assistant in her rural
Pennsylvania hometown.  Among her interests were mountain
biking and skiing, as well as cooking and playing the piano.
Most of all, however, she enjoyed having sex.

   Of course, the three newcomers would be joined as guests
on the island by none other than the incomparable Torrie.
A gorgeous blonde with an incredible, eye-popping figure,
Torrie would still stand out among of sea of luscious women.
That had been the case for several years as prior to her
foray into porn, Torrie had been a California lifeguard.
   Seeming a little bit ditzy and always unsure about what
to do with her life, I'll nonetheless remember Torrie as the
"dildo-wielding slut".  Of course, with her wide and endless
collection of sex toys, Torrie's favorites were her strap-on
dildos.  She both violated and humped every single woman on
the island this past summer - several times over, in fact.
   The 26-year-old's brand of "strap-on love" had carried
over to her new career as well.  In three of the four movies
she had appeared in thus far, Torrie could be seen laying
the lumber - or perhaps that be should RUBBER - to a fellow
female co-star.  Torrie LOVED using her strap-on dildos.

   Although the new trio of Stephanie, Jessica and Devon
would join Torrie for a ten week stay with Pamela, Lindsay
and yours truly on the island, it would actually take place
over an eleven week period.  Accommodations had already been
made for the four ladies to return home during the week of
Christmas, so they could spend the holiday with friends and
family alike.  My inner circle with Pamela and Lindsay had
some special Christmas plans of our own, too.

                           * * *

   Seated at the computer in my personal suite, I turned the
system off and got out of my chair.  Today was the day the
three of us - Pamela, Lindsay and myself - had been waiting
nearly two months and many restless nights for.

   Today, our four guests would arrive.

   Having spent the great majority of these past six months
seeing both Pamela and Lindsay in beach wear, light attire
or simply nothing at all, I was reminded how beautiful and
stunning each of them look in normal, everyday clothing.
   For our boat-ride to the mainland, where we would meet
and greet the girls at the airport, Lindsay would wear a
pair of hip-hugging denim jeans and a light sweater.  Pamela
went for the more formal approach - an aqua-colored business
style outfit, complete with a fancy skirt and jacket.
   It was a far cry from the bikinis, shorts and tank-tops
that I usually saw both ladies in.  I enjoyed it, too.  The
reason each of them chose to dress this way was because they
wanted to provide a good first impression for the newcomers.

   Or, as Lindsay preferred calling them - the "newcumers".

   After docking the big boat at the harbor, all three of us
boarded a private bus and went to the airport.  An hour or
so later, the flight from Los Angeles approached and touched
down on the runway.  Although I figured there would be about
150 to 200 people aboard, finding our four guests amongst
the throng of nameless travelers would be a simple task.
   Just look for the most beautiful women.
   As the passengers began filing out, a smile soon came to
my face.  At the same time, Lindsay and Pamela let out quiet
squeals of delight.  We had spotted Torrie among the first
wave, with Devon, Stephanie and Jessica in tow behind her.
   Torrie looked around for a moment, but then caught sight
of us and offered a big smile of her own.  I followed close
behind Lindsay and Pamela, who greeted Torrie with two long
and heart-warming hugs.  I then offered her one of my own,
before taking a moment to survey the other three ladies.

   All were beautiful, but the one who immediately caught my
attention was Devon - and for good reason.  She had made eye
contact with me, and offered a beguiling, flirtatious smile.
She would look fabulous without that little mini-dress on...

   I cleared my throat and said to them, "Welcome ladies.  I
see, since you're all together, that each of you have already
met and know about each other."
   "You had us all sit together on the flight from L.A.,"
Torrie commented.  "I bet that was your idea, right?"
   "Of course it was, dear," I replied, smiling for extra
emphasis.  "Why else would you all sit together?"
   "Torrie has told us a whole lot of stories about this
island of yours," Stephanie said, looking squarely at me.
"I can't wait to get there, and see it for myself."
   "We want to make some stories of our own," Devon remarked.
   I smiled at those foreshadowing words while saying, "My
name is Jeremy and we'll all spend ten of the next eleven
weeks together.  Over here is my wife, Pamela.  She is the
big, busty one.  Next to her is Lindsay, our little co-hort.
You'll all get to know each other very well."  Pamela and
Lindsay exchanged greetings and smiles with the newcomers.
   "I've already made arrangements to have your luggage
taken to the bus, ladies," I told them.  "While that is
being done, would anyone like to get a snack or drink at
one of the concession stands?  It will be about 10 to 15
minutes before the bus is ready."
   "Where is the bus taking us?" Jessica asked, curious.
   "To the harbor," was my reply.  "From there, we'll board
a boat which will whisk us away, to our island paradise."
   "I'd love to get something to eat first," Torrie said.
"I'm absolutely starved."

   While our group split up to go to either the pizza or
salad stands, Stephanie pulled me to the side and spoke in
a hushed tone.  "Jeremy?  Can I ask you a question?"
   "Of course," I told her, being my low-key, friendly self.
   "Is Torrie really a porn star?" she asked, curious.  "I
mean... was she and Aimee Embers really on this island
together during the summer?  And do they live together?"
   I chuckled and replied, "I see Torrie has been telling
you about her life.  It must have been a long flight.  Yes
dear, she really is a porn star."  I paused and added, "I'm
surprised.  If you are such an avid fan of Aimee Embers - or
Amy, as I know her - you should recognize Torrie.  They have
been in a handful of movies together."
   "Wow..." Stephanie remarked, her eyes wide.  "I don't
watch much porn so I haven't seen that many movies.  But I
buy every movie that has Aimee Embers in it.  She is HOT!
The movies I have found of hers, at least."  The beautiful
brunette paused and added, "Torrie said Aimee may very well
make a two or three day visit to the island."

   My eyes nearly popped from their sockets at those words.
Amy was coming here to visit?  Our Amy?  MY Amy?

   "I was not aware of that, dear," I said to Stephanie,
quickly catching my breath and re-gaining my composure.
"I'll have to have a talk with Torrie about that."
   "I'd love it if I could meet her," Stephanie commented.
"Oh wow... Aimee Embers!  I may even get lucky with her!"
She giggled at her own words as I quickly began to develop
my very first erection of the winter.  It took all of two
minutes after making the initial contact with the group...

                           * * *

   My good and trusty boat, the 62-foot-long catamaran, was
the vessel which eventually took us from the mainland harbor
to our island of paradise.  Appropriately titled as the
"Pussywillow Express", the catamaran was an expensive and
luxurious boat which comfortably fit all seven of us inside.

   As we approached the island, I noticed that all of the
ladies had gathered together on the sundeck.  From there,
they could get a picturesque view of the island and its
vast, natural beauty.  Meanwhile, I steered the boat.
   Over the heavy, rolling waves, I could barely hear Pamela
and Lindsay as they explained a few of the many wonders that
the island had to offer.  The response to seeing the island
among Devon, Stephanie and Jessica seemed to be that of awe.
   Torrie chimed in with some points and ideas of her own,
telling the three newcomers that her favorite spot was a
secluded waterfall and fresh basin on the north end of the
island.  Many of them giggled like schoolgirls when Torrie
added that it was a prime spot for skinny-dipping.
   I had built the island up through messages and telephone
conversations so much that the three ladies had to have
enormous expectations of it.  Even so, I think they were
completely blown away by the sheer beauty of the island.
Seemingly, it was even more exotic than they expected.

   No one can truly envision paradise until they see what it
is like with a first-hand view.

                       * * * * * * *

   As Pamela and Lindsay escorted the group of ladies up the
walkway which led to the mansion - a Spanish-style villa - I
stayed behind and loaded everyone's luggage into my Jeep.
After double-checking to make sure the boat was secured and
anchored, I then hopped into the Jeep and steered through
the long and twisting roadway which took me to the mansion.
   After unloading the heavy collection of suitcases and
travel bags, the group of ladies greeted me at the Jeep
overhang.  Smiles and nods of satisfaction seemed to be the
call of the day, as the three newcomers were completely
enamored with the island and what it had to offer them.
Even Torrie had to be reminded of its vast, wondrous beauty.
   "We talked to everyone about basic rules and protocol,
and room assignments," Pamela said to me.  "For now, Devon
and Stephanie will share guest room number two.  Torrie and
Jessica will be in three.  Lindsay and myself, one."
   "Where is your room?" Jessica asked, looking at me.
   "I have a personal suite upstairs, dear," were my words
for her.  "Don't worry, though.  We'll make sure you, Devon
and Stephanie are shown where everything is.  Why don't all
of you gather your luggage?  Pamela and Lindsay can show you
where your rooms are.  Torrie can help, too."  As the ladies
grinned and nodded in approval, they began to sort through
and then identify their suitcases.
   At the same time, however, Lindsay pulled me off to the
side for some quiet words of her own.  "Jeremy... Torrie
said she wants some time alone with me."  I was curious for
a moment, but then my eyelids rose as I saw the pornstress
eyeing Lindsay with a lusty, mischievous grin upon her face.
Lindsay grinned and added, "I think, at least for now... the
best place for that would be the central room downstairs.
Out of the way... until the others get acclimated."
   "Torrie must have really missed you, sweetheart, to want
a piece of you so soon," I said to the tender 18-year-old.
   Lindsay nodded her head and complied, "Yes... that is
exactly what she said."  After a short pause, the blonde
added with a hush, "Go to your voyeur room and film us."
   I grinned as my cock sprung to life again.  "Of course..."
   Pamela looked on and smiled knowingly, nodding her head.
Lindsay and Torrie then exchanged approving winks, before
the film star knelt down and begin to sift through one of
her suitcases.  I wondered what she was doing for a moment,
but then my eyes bulged and nearly exploded as Torrie pulled
out an extremely familiar gym-bag.  She flung it over her
shoulder as Lindsay squealed in anticipation, then the two
ladies strode off toward the staircase, going arm-in-arm.

   That was none other than Torrie's legendary bag-of-toys!

   Speechless for a moment, I looked at Pamela and gathered
myself.  "I... You'll see to it that our new guests are
shown to their respective rooms?"
   "Of course I will," Pamela grinned, sensing my arousal.
I'm quite positive that Devon, Stephanie and Jessica did not
know what to make of any of this.  How could they?
   I paused and said, "I... have something I have to do."
   "I bet you do," Pamela giggled, as she watched me turn
and walk away.  Off to the voyeur room I go!

                           * * *

   As you may have already guessed from my verbal exchange
with Lindsay, she was well aware of the voyeur room, and
that it existed.  Pamela and I had told her shortly after
the first batch of ladies left the island.
   Lindsay was shocked upon learning of the secret chamber,
but was also intrigued by its possibilities.  Now, with the
vast library of videotapes at her disposal, she could go
back and re-live many of her favorite moments from the past
summer.  More often than not, for her, Trish was involved.

   The entrance to the voyeur room was inside my personal
suite.  Completely sealed off behind a panel, the voyeur
room was revealed in easy two steps.  First, I had to turn
a knob which was part of a wall decoration.  After a secret
code had to be punched in, upon the wall, the panel would
then automatically slide back and reveal the voyeur room.
   Inside, there was a large spread of television screens,
each of which surveyed different places on the island.  I
had hidden cameras - large and small alike - scattered
everywhere on the island.  There was literally no place
anywhere which one of my trusty cameras would not pick up.
   With all island activities being recorded and put onto
videotape, I could also re-live anything which took place
during either the summer with the first group, or this
upcoming winter.  The cameras were hooked in with motion
detectors and when activated, the film began rolling.

   You wouldn't possibly think that I would pay these ladies
$3 million apiece, without the chance to watch them in their
most private and intimate moments ... would you?

                           * * *

   The collection of monitors which surveyed the big central
room downstairs were all alive with activity.  I quickly sat
down in front of the control panel and flipped the audio for
that area on, then sat back and smiled at what I saw.
   With all of their clothing still on - but probably not
for long - Lindsay and Torrie were embracing each other
while in the middle of a long and deep kiss.  Trading both
their lips and tongues over an open-mouthed exchange, the
two ladies also fondled and caressed each others' bodies.
   "You're so gorgeous, Lindsay," Torrie said, gasping, once
their kiss was broken.  "I've missed you more than anyone
else from the summer.  You just look so... delicious."
   Lindsay grinned and kissed her friend on the cheek,
saying, "Thank you, honey.  And the same back at 'ya!"
   "You were my favorite girl to be with," Torrie continued.
"I came back here mainly so I could see you again."
   Lindsay smiled, taking in those complements.  But at the
same time, she began to unbutton Torrie's cashmere blouse.
"Shut up and fuck me already."

   Torrie grinned at those words before she smashed her
mouth upon Lindsay's for an intensely passionate kiss.
The two blondes spun around in a 540-degree turn, before
settling down together upon the cushioned, padded sofa.
   Both of them continued kissing each other as Lindsay
slipped her hands inside of Torrie's expensive blouse.
The teen-ager let her hands roam freely, cupping and
squeezing the 26-year-old's big, luscious breasts.  An
instant later, the blouse was whisked off, and away.
   "Never thought I'd have sex with a porn star," Lindsay
giggled as she then unhooked Torrie's bra, before disposing
of it as well.  Next, she cradled Torrie's breasts with
both hands, before starting to grope and massage them.  The
pair of lovers first grinned, then kissed each other again.

   It should come as no great surprise to anyone that as I
sat in the voyeur room and watched this scene unfold before
me on the various monitors, I already had my cock out and
was busy whacking off.  After all, I was a normal man.

   When their lip-lock was broken once again, Lindsay and
Torrie began to help each other out of their clothing.
While Lindsay undid the zipper upon the back of Torrie's
little mini-skirt, she returned the favor by helping the
18-year-old out of her sweater.  Eventually, Torrie was
reduced to nothing but a G-string.
   Grinning, Lindsay stood up and then settled upon her
knees, between Torrie's outstretched thighs.  The young
woman reached forward and slid Torrie's G-string down her
shapely hips and legs, then off.  Lindsay's next move was
to openly lick her lips while eyeing the intoxicating cleft
between her lover's lusciously firm, tanned thighs.
   With a moan, Torrie reached down and pulled Lindsay's
head up to hers so they could share yet another blistering
kiss.  Their tongues intermingled and danced together over
an open-mouthed exchange as Torrie seized the opportunity to
rid Lindsay of her tiny, silky bra.
   With it out of the way, Lindsay moaned and growled in
response as Torrie grasped her smallish breasts with both
hands and began massaging them hard.  Lindsay counter-move
was to reach around Torrie's hips, and squeeze her ass.
   After this particular kiss came to a close, Lindsay
pulled back and smiled at Torrie as both of them continued
to grope and maul each others' bodies.  The 18-year-old
glanced at the gym-bag and grinned, "What's in there?"
   "About 12 inches of hard love for you," Torrie smirked in
return, which brought forth my first orgasm of the winter.

   Realizing that the summer was about to re-play itself all
over again, I growled and flinched as cum oozed from within
my cock, flowing out and covering both my hand and wrist.
   I knew exactly what Torrie had meant with her comment,
too.  Not only did Lindsay have 12 inches of "hard love" in
her future, but it would be 12 inches of hard STRAP-ON love.

   Despite blowing my load, I began stroking myself toward a
new erection as Lindsay, still on her knees between Torrie's
thighs, attached her lips to one of the pornstress' nipples.
Torrie oohed and ahhed in response, her eyes closed and head
twirling about ever-so-gently.
   Eagerly cupping and squeezing both breasts with her hands,
Lindsay displayed her usual zest and enthusiasm for sexual
play as she soon busily sucked and slurped on each nipple.
Torrie, cradling Lindsay's head in return, seemed to truly
enjoy the loving and skilled oral work upon her big breasts.
   "I wanna lick your pussy," Lindsay said, her mouth within
Torrie's vast, deepened cleavage as she stared up at her with
both eyes.  "I wanna lick your pussy and make you scream."
   Torrie grinned and leaned down, finding her lover for yet
another tongue-filled kiss.  "That's real good, sweetheart.
After you make me scream, I'm gonna make you scream too -
not with my tongue, but with one of my big, nasty dildos."
   "Get down on the floor for me," Lindsay said in a heated,
breathless tone.  Those prior words from Torrie had pressed
the right buttons within her.  Lindsay was REALLY turned on
now.  "On the floor so I can eat your little, porno-pussy."

   Even though I had just achieved a full erection, I nearly
lost it that quickly because of Lindsay's nasty proclamation.

   Torrie grinned and settled down into a seated position
beside Lindsay.  She paused before reclining backwards,
instead using the opportunity to help Lindsay out of her
hip-hugging jeans, and then the pair of frilly panties she
had worn underneath.  Now, both angels were completely nude.
   Lindsay hooked both arms underneath Torrie's knees and
pulled upward, causing the stacked blonde to fall flat upon
her back.  Keeping her thighs spread far apart - much like a
trained porno queen - Torrie then sighed and squealed with
pure arousal as Lindsay dove face-first into her sweet muff.
   The tension within my body was at an extremely high level
and my heart raced with excitement as Lindsay used a dual
combination of her tongue and fingers to work her lover into
an absolute frenzy.  The 18-year-old was busy pumping three
fingers hard and fast into Torrie's glistening folds, while
her tongue busily swiped and flicked away at her puffy clit.
   "Oh yeah honey, lick my pussy with your tongue," Torrie
said, urging her lover on.  "Oh yeah, baby... lick it, keep
licking it.  OH YEAH... don't stop, 'Lin.  Don't stop..."
   I moaned to myself as a primitive growl of hunger emerged
from deep within Lindsay's throat.  About to nearly lose my
mind, I watched with glazed-over eyes as the little blonde's
tongue jabbed away upon Torrie's clit at a rapid-fire pace.
My hand was sore and I could feel another explosion brewing.
   "LICK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR TONGUE!" Torrie exclaimed as
Lindsay's oral ministrations intensified.  "OH YEAH YOU
LITTLE SLUT... LICK MY PUSSY!  MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMMMM!..."

   I roared outloud in a wild rage, as my cock exploded for
the second time in a three minute span.  Where was one of my
girls when I needed them most?  Devon would most likely do
an excellent job of cleaning this mess up with her tongue...

   Nevertheless, the show went on - so to speak - as Torrie
continued screaming out her approval for Lindsay's skillful
finger-and-tongue work.  Things reached the boiling point
when Torrie, with her neck and back arched high into the air,
clamped her thighs around Lindsay's head and screamed out in
a delirious, passionate fury.
   "OH MY GOD... I'M CUMMING!"
   Lindsay squealed with obvious delight as Torrie, with her
thighs still firmly clenched around the teen's head, rumbled
and vibrated about in a sheer, powerful orgasm.  Not only
was the magnitude and raw power of it something to behold,
but so were the loud and vociferous screams from Torrie.  My
cock started to tingle with a renewed life because of them.

   "Oh yeah..." Torrie sighed in the aftermath, finally
releasing the vice-grip of her thighs upon Lindsay's head.
Torrie smiled at her young lover, whose normally immaculate
and wholesome face was totally saturated with pussy-juice.
"That was wonderful, honey.  Simply wonderful."
   Lindsay returned the gracious smile with one of her own,
while wiping the excess nectar from her face.  "It was my
pleasure, Torrie."  She licked her fingers dry and purred,
"Hmmmmm... you taste even better than I remember."

   Both ladies smiled at each other as Lindsay moved atop
Torrie's body as she lay on the floor, before offering her
an intense, scorching kiss.  It was readily apparent that
Torrie could taste her own juices as she and Lindsay swapped
their lips and tongues together in a heated, frenzied way.
   My heart began feverishly pumping once again as during
their kiss, Torrie reached over with her right hand and
grabbed the ominous gym-bag.  When Lindsay realized she had
done this, their mutual kiss was immediately broken, and the
two ladies shared more smiles and giggles together.
   "Do you want to choose which dildo I fuck you with?"
Torrie asked, unable to hold back the snickers.
   Lindsay was in a similar state as she sat up and grabbed
the bag-of-toys from her friend and lover.  The 18-year-old
unzipped it and sifted through the contents for awhile,
before apparently coming to a decision.
   "Oh yeah..." Torrie grinned in lust as Lindsay pulled out
a humungous strap-on dildo.  At least 12 inches in length,
the incredibly nasty-looking device of pleasure was black as
night, and made of rubber.  It was a tool of corruption...
   Lindsay giggled and dangled it before Torrie's eyes,
holding on by its harness and strap.  "Do me with this one!"
   Torrie smiled accordingly as she slithered out from
beneath the seated Lindsay, before rising to her feet.
"Would you care, honey, to help put the dildo on me?"
   "Love to," Lindsay replied as she rose to her knees
before her lover.  She then proceeded to grab ahold of the
massive dildo and secure its leather harness and straps
around Torrie's firm waist and hips.

   My cock was at full strength yet again as the obscene,
nasty object protruded outward from Torrie's pelvis.  This
real-life coupling was very similar to her movies...

   "How do you want me?" Lindsay asked, still on her knees,
as she looked up at Torrie expectantly.  The image reminded
me of a submissive waiting to serve her Master or Mistress.
   "You know full well how I want you," Torrie replied.
"Doggie-style!  I LOVE fucking other girls doggie-style.  So
get down on your hands and knees like a 'lil bitch for me!"
   Both ladies giggled at the playful remark as Lindsay did
what she was instructed to do.  She assumed the position,
then looked over her shoulder and smiled, waiting for Torrie
to make her own move.
   It didn't take long.  Holding and stroking the big dildo,
Torrie dropped down to her knees behind Lindsay and quickly
prepared to mount her in the doggie-style position.  Not a
few seconds had passed before Torrie first eased the huge
dong into the blonde, then began violently pumping away.
   Lindsay screamed out in response as her expression went
tight with an equal mixture of pain and pleasure.  Still,
however, she managed to look back over her shoulder at
Torrie, urging her to continue and hammer away even harder.
   Torrie did just that, as she gripped Lindsay's ass with
both hands and used it as a balancing point.  It also gave
her the opportunity to hump and thrust away upon Lindsay at
an even faster and more highly intensive rate of speed.
   While what unfolded before me on the monitors seemed like
clips from one of Torrie's movies, it wasn't.  This was real.
   Lindsay's loud and deafening screams confirmed that, as
she roared and cried out; her sounds echoing throughout the
central room downstairs.  I was busy stroking my cock once
again while watching Torrie's body churn back-and-forth in a
continual, frenetic pace, the massive dildo thrusting and
pumping into Lindsay's sweet pussy at warp-speed.

   "Oh my God... look what she's doing to her," came a soft,
feminine voice from behind me.  I immediately turned around
and found Pamela standing at the entranceway to the voyeur
room, her eyes fixated upon the surveillance monitors.  She
stepped into the voyeur room but did not dare take her eyes
away from the intense, on-screen action.
   "Where are the other girls at?" I asked, oblivious to the
fact that I could turn around and find out for myself on the
other monitors.
   "Don't worry..." Pamela replied, her mind (and eyes)
elsewhere.  "They're all settling into their rooms now.
I... I came here because I wanted to watch this."

   "OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Lindsay screamed upon the monitor,
as Torrie just absolutely pummeled her with the strap-on
dildo.  "OH MY GOD... THAT THING IS TEARING ME APART!  OH MY
FUCKING GOD... I'M GONNA CUM!  AND I'M GONNA CUM HARRRRRD!"
   With one final plunge into her pussy, Torrie grabbed
Lindsay by the shoulders and hair, and held on tight as the
tender 18-year-old went through an earth-shattering orgasm.
Her body vibrated and rumbled about as she kept the side of
her face upon the floor, a series of nasty expletives and
phrases of lust absolutely streaming from her mouth.  Torrie
kept the dildo embedded within her young lover, luxuriating
in both Lindsay's sheer beauty and her vociferous reaction.

   "Seems as though I missed the beforehand play," Pamela
remarked as once Lindsay's orgasm settled and faded away,
Torrie leaned down and gently kissed her on the shoulder.
Tender words were exchanged between them as Pamela added,
"You should have shown the girls to their rooms, Jeremy!
That way, I could have been here and watched this."
   I smiled while shaking my head at her.  "Oh no, wifey.
If anyone should sit here and watch, it's got to be ME."
   Pamela grinned as she noticed the full-fledged erection
which I still held in my hand.  "I see that your wrist and
forearm have been getting another good workout... hmmmmm?"
   I chuckled at her words while saying, "Of course."
   Pamela moaned with desire as she purred, "Would you like
me to help you at all... with that big, juicy hard-on?"
   My eyes widened at her words.  "By all means..."

   Still wearing her business style attire of a skirt and
matching jacket, with a blouse underneath, Pamela decided to
only slip out of her high-heeled shoes.  After doing so, she
offered a grin before dropping to her knees in front of me.
   I moaned and sighed in sheer delight as my hand was then
replaced with Pamela's upon my hard, aching cock.  She
stroked me off before saying in lush tone, "Hmmmm... sticky.
How many times did you cum watching them, Jeremy?"
   "Twice," I replied tensely, her skilled hand creating a
new wave of erotic sensations within me.
   "I can tell," she grinned.  "Let's hope you got some more
in you.  I'm feeling kind of thirsty."
   I moaned and pleaded, "Oh God Pamela... don't tease me
now.  Just take my cock into your mouth and suck it, baby.
I need to get off so bad right now..."
   Ignoring my plea for the time being, Pamela instead
giggled.  "You better save some for later then."
   "God sweetheart... WHY?"  Her hand was having a positive
effect on me.  Pamela knew she could make me explode with
her hand alone... but wouldn't allow me to do so.  She would
stroke me toward the edge of release, then bring me back.
   "Devon likes you," she returned.  "That's why you better
save some for later."  My eyes grew big at her words.  "She
was asking questions about you.  She wanted to know if you
were any good in bed."
   "Oh God..." I moaned.  "What did you tell her?"
   Pamela giggled and licked my aching balls with her slick,
velvety tongue.  "I told Devon that she should find out for
herself... after dinner tonight."  She paused and added,
"You know... come to your room, and seduce you."  Pamela
laughed as I moaned loudly in response.  "I know you like
her, Jeremy.  Not only was Devon your lone choice, but I
seen the way you were looking at her today."  She grinned
and concluded, "If there were thought police, you'd be
serving a life sentence right now."
   "Please suck my cock, honey," I begged Pamela, my senses
quickly becoming overwhelmed with lust and desire.  "I need
you to suck me off so bad, Pamela.  Please!  Please..."  I
was about to go absolutely insane with arousal.
   "Only under one condition..." Pamela seriously warned.
   "What?" I pleaded.
   "That you cum in my mouth," she responded in a prissy
tone.  "I don't want to suck you off if you don..."
   Unable to take anymore of Pamela's unique brand of verbal
teasing, I stood up from the swivel chair and jammed my cock
hard and deep into her unsuspecting mouth.
   Surprised by my actions, the wondrously voluptuous blonde
gagged for a moment, then gathered herself and began sucking
my cock as she stared up at me with a nasty glint in her
eyes.  It was as if she was saying, "You're in it for now."

   That perception of mine proved to be quite accurate.

   Holding onto and prodding my balls with her hands and
fingertips, respectively, Pamela showed a tremendous amount
of vigor and energy as she absolutely inhaled my cock into
her heavenly throat.  I tossed my head about and sighed
wildly, realizing that I was no longer in control of my
body.  I would cum in Pamela's mouth when SHE wanted me to.
   Apparently, that wouldn't be anytime soon.
   With her thick, ruby-red lips applying just the right
amount of pressure upon my cock, I could feel Pamela's
tongue swipe its underside within the confines of her mouth.
At the same time, she continued to offer me that playful
look of discontent - how DARE I force myself into her mouth!

   When Pamela sensed that I was close to a huge eruption,
she immediately slowed the pace of her blowjob down.  I
wanted to fill her mouth with my cream so very much... but
she wouldn't allow me.  Pamela, by slowing her ministrations
down, had pulled me back from the edge of orgasm.
   Instead, she went forth with an extremely slow, leisurely
up-and-down bobbing motion with her head.  I arched my neck
and sighed once more as I could feel my cock sliding into the
far depths and reaches of her throat with each inward stroke.
   Soon, Pamela picked up the pace.  My head tossed from
side to side as her bobbing motion increased in speed.  The
pleasure level within me was multiplying by the second.  All
the while, her eyes never lost contact with my face.
   "Oh God, Pamela..." I moaned as she then slowed down yet
again, now simply sucking and slurping the head of my cock
as her hand gently pumped its length.  I then realized that
her mouth and hand were in perfect unison together.  "Baby,
I have to cum in that mouth of yours.  I j-just have to..."

   As she sensed both my heated arousal and desperate state,
Pamela decided to have mercy on me.

   When her piercing gaze relented, Pamela began to inhale
and suck my cock with reckless abandon.  I could do nothing
but scream and growl in response while grabbing the back of
her head and holding onto it tightly.
   After a second scream, my body was finally allowed to let
loose as I shot load after load of sperm into Pamela's hot,
hungry mouth.  I continued to scream as my body went weak,
the muscles in me feeling non-existent.  Still, however, I
was able to pump the remainder of my seed into Pamela's
mouth.  Much to her credit, she swallowed the entire wave.
   Once I had been both sucked and licked completely dry,
Pamela released my cock from within her mouth and I felt
dizzy.  I staggered backward, and was lucky a chair there
for me.  I took a seat and growled, completely satisfied.

                           * * *

   A quick survey of the surroundings told me what I already
knew.  Pamela was on her knees before me, a cheery glow
about her as her thirst had just been temporarily quenched.
On the monitors which oversaw the central room, Lindsay and
Torrie were sharing simple and tender kisses - each of them
obviously bathing in the afterglow of their own encounter.
   On yet another monitor, I watched Devon and Stephanie in
their own room as both lovely ladies were in the process of
getting undressed.  Perhaps a dual shower was in order?
   Whatever the case, all of this told me one thing.
   Pamela, my wife, on her knees before.  Lindsay and Torrie
kissing and cuddling close together in the central room.
Devon and Stephanie in the process of getting undressed.
Even Jessica, who was busy unpacking her suitcase right now.
All of this told me one thing.

   The next 11 weeks would be the summer... all over again.

   And on top of that, Amy would apparently be making a
return to the island as well.  Indeed, this was paradise...


                  <<<- End of Part 1 ->>>


I originally planned to release this story in November 2001,
but due to overwhelming reader requests, it is here now.


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