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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 4  M/F, F/F
Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 4 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Squirming around like a fish out of water, Lindsay stood
before me with both hands clasped together at her waist as
she looked at me with a besought expression.  "Jeremy," the
little blonde whined, "please, please, please!  PLEASE...
please take me to the airport so I can see Trish when she
gets off her plane.  I can't wait to see her.  Please!"

   In just a couple of hours, of course, Trish's flight from
Los Angeles was due to land at the airport on the mainland.
As a result, Lindsay had been overly hyper and excited all
day long.  The 18-year-old was not lying when she said that
she could not wait to see Trish.
   Lindsay wanted nothing more than to be re-united with her
long-lost girlfriend - and as quickly as possible.  Lindsay
had been pestering me for the past hour or two, wanting me
to take her to the mainland (via the big boat) so we could
meet up with Trish as she stepped off of her flight.
   On the other hand, I had already made plans for Trish to
be escorted here to the island.  Ian, a friend of mine who
owned a helicopter, was paid good money to see that Trish
make it from the airport to the island all safe and sound.
Plus, I really did not feel like taking the big boat to the
mainland tonight.  Tired, I just wanted to stay here.
   However, Lindsay's whines and pleas for me to see things
her way were quite powerful - and convincing.

   "Come on, Jeremy," she continued, still begging me.  "I
can't wait to see Trish!  Please take me to the airport.  I
want to see her so bad!  I don't want to wait any longer
than I have to.  Please, please, please... PLEASE!"
   "Oh... okay, sweetheart," I told her, finally giving in.
The 18-year-old's response was an excited squeal, followed
by a series of bunny-rabbit jumps and hops.  Really now...
was there any possible way that I could turn Lindsay down?
   "Thank you, Jeremy!" Lindsay exclaimed, reaching out and
grabbing onto my wrists with her hands.  More lively and
hyper than I had ever seen her before, Lindsay continued
jumping and hopping about.  "Thank you SO much!"
   "This Trish girl must be someone very special," Stephanie
observed, as she sat at the common room table along with
Pamela, Torrie, Jessica and Devon.  All of them had been
witness to Lindsay's desperate pleas and happy squeals.
   "She IS someone very special," Pamela chimed in, looking
at Stephanie.  "Trish and Lindsay should have never split
apart in the first place.  They definitely belong together."
   Stephanie, along with Devon and Jessica, had never met
Trish because, of course, none of them were here in the
summer.  All three of them were still new to the island.
   "Trish is about as nice and as caring as someone can
possibly be," Torrie remarked.  "I'm so happy that she is
coming back.  I know how much her and Lindsay love each
other.  It about broke my heart to see them break up."
   "But now we're gonna be back together!" Lindsay exclaimed
with glee, as she stepped forward and placed her arms around
my lower back for a light embrace.  "And I can't wait!"
   "You girls will like her, too," Pamela said to the three
newcomers.  "Trust me on that."
   "I'm sure we'll all like her," Devon said.  "I mean... if
sweet, 'lil Lindsay can fall head over heels for Trish, then
she just HAS to be someone special and unique."  Devon gave
Lindsay a wicked glance and wryly asked, "Does Trish eat a
good pussy, honey?"
   Stephanie and Jessica offered bulging eyes to Devon's
provocative question, while Lindsay sneered and answered,
"Oh yes... she's the best."
   "Then I'll definitely have to meet her," Devon nodded.

   On that note, I decided it was time for a change-of-pace.

   I looked down at Lindsay and smiled at her.  "Why don't
you go and get ready, sweetheart?  Wear something warm too,
because the winds out on the ocean can get pretty cold after
night-fall.  We're gonna be open to them on the boat."
   "Thank you," Lindsay reiterated, leaning upwards and
planting her lips upon mine for a gentle kiss.  "Thank you
so much, Jeremy."  She wiggled out of my arms and then
shuffled off to her room, in order to change her clothing.
   "I'll stay here on the island with everyone else," Pamela
told me.  She looked at the other ladies and offered me a
wicked grin.  "I'm sure we'll all find SOMETHING to do...
while you and Lindsay are out picking up Trish."

   I'd bet that "something" will include lips and tongues...

   "When is Aimee Embers going to come here?" Stephanie
asked, referring, of course, to Amy and her stage name in
the world of adult films.  "I want to meet her."
   "I don't know when she'll be here, 'Steph," I replied.
"All I can do is sit back and wait for an e-mail from her."
   "You must be like her biggest fan, or something," Devon
said to Stephanie.  "You've mentioned Aimee Embers to me
about everyday now.  I've never seen one of her movies."
   Stephanie shrugged her shoulders and countered, "Well...
I've never admitted to anyone but you guys that I'm such a
big fan of porn.  But hey, Aimee Embers is my favorite star.
She's really the only one who I want to see anymore."
   Realizing that there was another porno queen in the room,
Stephanie quickly looked over at Torrie and added, "Of
course... I've never seen any of your movies, though."  What
a good job of covering her tracks - and not hurting Torrie.
   "It's okay," the voluptuous blonde countered.  "You're
probably better off not seeing any of my movies, anyway.
I'm not into the industry like Amy is; the love of it..."
   "Maybe me and you should make some movies together,"
Devon grinned, looking at Torrie.  "With a body like yours,
sweetheart... I'd do anything to be with you."

   Devon was so open and flirtatious with everyone.  It was
still very early... but could she eventually succeed Amy on
my personal slut-scale?  Could Devon be MORE of a slut than
Amy?  It sure did seem like a possibility...

   Knowing that Pamela said she would find "something" to do
with the others, I thought that "something" could very well
start at any given time.  With her attitude, I figured that
Devon could ignite a full-blown orgy on a moment's notice.
   So, I figured it was best that I make my departure at
this time.  I would love to be in the middle of an orgy, of
course... but I had to take Lindsay to the mainland.
   "I'm going to go and get changed, too," I told the group.
"Ladies... if I don't see you again tonight, then I'll see
all of you tomorrow morning."
   Lips smiled and heads nodded in the affirmative as Pamela
got up from her chair and walked over to me.  "You'll see me
when you get back," she said, kissing me on the lips.  "I'll
be waiting in your suite for you."
   Stephanie and Jessica giggled like schoolgirls at those
words as Pamela offered me a warm embrace for good measure.
   "Be careful out there, Jeremy," she added.  "I'll see you
later on."  She kissed me and concluded, "I love you."
   "I love you too, wifey," I replied, kissing her myself.

                           * * *

   It was 5:30pm when Lindsay and I, in the 62-foot-long
catamaran boat, shoved off from the island's harbor.  The
trip to the mainland would take an hour, and the subsequent
bus-ride to the airport would span about 15 or 20 minutes.
Trish's plane was set to arrive at 7:00pm, so there wouldn't
be much time for either Lindsay or myself to spare.
   During the cruise to the mainland, Lindsay was unusually
quiet.  I figured that she was thinking about Trish, and the
many things both of them could do together to catch up with
each other.  I just felt extremely happy for her and Trish.
   Just about the only thing which Lindsay did say to me was
when she asked if this was a dream.
   "No, it's not," I told her.  "You're going to meet up
with Trish, and be back together with her, in a short time."

   Lindsay's only reply for that was a charming smile.

   It was also good to see that the 18-year-old had taken my
advice.  Instead of a tank-top and a pair of shorts - her
usual choice of attire while on the island - Lindsay had
dressed a bit warmer.  While out in the open ocean like
this, the wind can swirl and be quite chilly in this area.
   Lindsay wore a pair of faded denim jeans which hugged and
clutched her little, sweet hips in a most wondrous manner.
The shape and contours of her ass - the thing which I LOVED
to fuck - was on full, luscious display.
   In addition, the blonde wore a windbreaker jacket, along
with a light blue sweater underneath.  It was so unusual for
me to see either her or Pamela in regular, everyday clothing.
I really had to fight the urge to stop the boat right there,
and drill sweet, little Lindsay with my cock.  She, much like
Pamela, looked extremely sexy to me in "regular" clothes.
   The highlight of the trip to the mainland, at least for
me, was when I allowed Lindsay to steer the boat.  I stood
directly behind her and kept my body close to hers, while
planting delicate angel kisses upon her neck and shoulder.
Giggling and squirming about slightly, Lindsay enjoyed that.

                           * * *

   Perhaps this should not come as a surprise, but Trish's
flight from Los Angeles was a bit late.  It touched down on
the runway at 7:25pm, and did not taxi up to the terminal
gate until a good 20 minutes later.
   As could be expected, Lindsay was on pins and needles as
passengers began filing out of the aircraft.  In the middle
of the massive throng of travelers was a single blonde and
beautiful woman, who wore an eye-popping business style
outfit consisting of a blouse, jacket and knee-length skirt.
   "TRISH!" Lindsay exclaimed, before she scampered over to
her long-lost girlfriend and embraced her tightly.  Even in
such a public place like an airport, Lindsay had no problem
or hesitation as she hugged Trish as hard as she could.  A
few people stared at them as they went by, but Lindsay did
not seem to care - or even notice.

   Neither did Trish, for that matter.

   I made my way over to the happy couple and offered Trish
a smile as she noticed me for the first time.  She broke off
her embrace with Lindsay and grinned at me, then wrapped her
arms around me for my own hug.  "Thank you, Jeremy," she
said to me, her arms tightening around my body.
   A moment later, the embrace ended and Trish looked at
both Lindsay and me.  "I thought that guy - Ian? - I thought
he was going to pick me up."
   "I couldn't wait to see you," Lindsay sneered, reaching
out and grasping Trish's hands.  "I convinced Jeremy to
bring me here to the airport so I could see you get off the
airplane.  We came here on his boat."  Lindsay hugged Trish
again, saying, "I'm so happy you decided to come back."
   "I had to call Ian and tell him not to pick you up," I
told Trish.  "Of course, though, he still wanted his money."
   Trish offered a momentary frown and remarked, "I'm so
tired.  Seems like I've been flying forever."
   "Aww... you poor thing," Lindsay said, looking deep into
her girlfriend's eyes.  "Did you have a good flight, though?"
   "Yeah," Trish nodded.  "I'm just tired.  Toronto to
Chicago to Los Angeles to here."  She offered a grin and
added, "I'm going to get a lot of sleep tonight."
   "We'll get your stuff from baggage claim, then get back
on the bus and go to the boat," I said to Trish.  "I'll get
you back to the island as soon as I can, dear.  Seems like
you want to go to sleep... and fast."
   "Can we stop and get something to eat here at the airport
first?" Lindsay asked.  "I know there is food on the boat,
but I'd like to sit down here and eat.  Also... I wanted to
check out the gift shoppe before we left."  She looked at
Trish and added, "If all of that is okay with you?"
   The Canadian offered a gracious smile and traced her hand
along Lindsay's face.  "Of course it's okay with me.  Let's
get something to eat, and let's check out the gift shoppe.
Anything you want to do, baby."

   Lindsay and Trish were deep into conversation with each
other as I later tagged along behind them with suitcases
in tow.  Still not caring what others thought about them,
the two ladies stayed close and even held hands as they
giggled and snickered together about all sorts of things.
   After a stop at the salad bar and sit-down dining area,
the three of us paid a visit to the gift shoppe.  I wound
up buying Lindsay a teddy bear, while Trish purchased a
whole mess of post-cards.  She was going to send them to
her friends and family members in Canada.

                           * * *

   "I've always been fascinated by the stars," I heard
Lindsay say, as she and Trish sat atop the sun-deck upon the
big boat.  We were en route for the island, and the sun had
already gone down.  Without a cloud in sight, the whole sky
was decorated with beautiful stars and constellations.
   "When I was little," Lindsay continued, "I would go out
at night and look up at the stars.  I always wondered if
there were other people living on them.  Aliens, you know."
   With the ocean waters unusually calm and still tonight,
I could plainly hear Lindsay and Trish as they talked with
each other.  I would love to be up on the sun-deck with
them, of course, but someone needed to steer the boat.
   "I used to do the same thing," Trish said.  "My dad would
always point out the stars and tell me their names.  He knew
a lot about them, and constellations."  She paused and said,
"Looking at the stars is so peaceful and relaxing."
   My eyes grew big as I heard the two ladies share a kiss.
Along with their lips grinding together and the unmistakable
suction and gentle moaning sounds, I knew they were kissing.
   "Hmmmmm," Lindsay sighed seconds later.  "Wonderful."
   "Would either of you ladies like me to get you a
telescope?" I said to them, calling out.  "I didn't know
that you two had an interest in the stars."
   "I'd love that," Trish replied.
   "Yeah," Lindsay added.  "A telescope would be cool."
   I smiled while steering the catamaran.  "Then consider it
done.  It will be on the next supply boat."
   "You're not spying on us... are you, Jeremy?" Lindsay
giggled in a playful tone.
   "I can't help it!" I exclaimed in reply.  "The ocean is
so quiet tonight, there's no waves.  I hear everything."
   "That's okay," Lindsay sneered.  "We're all good friends
anyway, you know."
   "Trish?" I called out.  "Can I ask you something?"
   "Sure," the Canadian replied.
   "What happened to your girlfriend... Victoria?" I asked
her.  "I was curious about that.  From what you told me, you
two were pretty happy and serious together."
   "We were..." Trish said after a long pause.  "But things
change.  We broke up a few weeks ago."  She paused once more
before adding, "I'm glad we did, though.  Now, I'm back with
Lindsay."  My cock began to twitch as I listened to them
trade yet another blissful kiss.
   "You're not leaving me again," Lindsay said firmly.
   "Don't worry," Trish countered.  "I'm going nowhere."
Again, I heard them kiss.

                           * * *

   A few moments later, I heard some strange rustling noises
from the sun-deck above.  I then realized that Lindsay had
descended the steel ladder which was directly behind me.  I
looked back at her, and she smiled at me.
   "Where is the blanket at?" the sweetheart asked.
   "It's down there," I replied, pointing at a compartment
by my foot.  "Why?  Are you two cold?"
   Lindsay hesitated before saying, "...Yes."
   Though her reaction was a bit strange, I nodded my head
and pointed at the compartment again.  Lindsay kneeled down
and opened it up, then pulled the big wool blanket out.  For
good measure, she also decided to grab the fluffy pillow.

   A moment later, she had re-joined Trish on the sun-deck.

   I heard some more rustling noises, but dismissed it as
Lindsay and Trish snuggling underneath the blanket and
getting more comfortable.  Perhaps they wanted to gaze at
the star-lit sky some more?
   "Oh yeah," I heard Trish say, which suddenly brought my
senses to life.  Instead of mere words, that was a MOAN.
"Oh yeah, honey," she added seconds later, through another
moan.  "Take my blouse off."
   My eyes went wide with curiosity and lust as my cock grew
rigid with desire.  Were the two of them going share a hot,
sexual encounter together... on the upper deck of my boat?
It sure did seem that way...
   I listened intently as more moans and giggles were traded
between the two ladies.
   "Yeah, squeeze my ass," Lindsay groaned.

   Indeed... a sexual encounter.  It was now guaranteed.

   "You've always liked these, haven't you?" Trish purred.
"Oh yeah... you love my breasts.  Touch them, baby."
   "They're so big..." I heard Lindsay say.  At the same
time, I began to imagine the scene as she fondled away at
Trish's large, firm breasts.  The 25-year-old's subsequent
moans were all the fuel I needed.  "So big, and beautiful."
   "Oh yeah..." Trish panted loudly.  "Suck my breasts,
honey.  Suck on them."  There was a short pause before the
busty Canadian then exclaimed, "OOOOOOH YEAH... BITE THEM!
Oooooh Lindsay!  You naughty little SLUT!"
   Lindsay giggled at those words as I shut the engine off,
allowing the boat to come to an eventual cease in the water.
I did not wait for that to happen, however.
   Quickly, I went up the steel ladder in the cabin and
popped my head above the surface of the upper deck.  I had
to get a first-hand view of what was happening!  What I saw
caused my cock to suddenly reach its maximum hardness.

   With the blanket sprawled out beneath them and wrapped
around portions of each others' bodies, Lindsay and Trish
were in the midst of something special.  With her girlfriend
on top, Trish cooed and writhed about in obvious arousal as
Lindsay eagerly sucked and slurped away upon one of her lush
nipples.  Both ladies were topless, and Trish's pretty skirt
was already down, and bunched around her lower legs.
   "Oh yeah baby, that feels so good," Trish panted, still
squirming about in response to the 18-year-old's oral work
upon her big, heaving breasts.  "I don't know how I ever
left you before.  I've missed you so much."
   With an intent expression upon her face, Lindsay attached
her mouth to one of Trish's nipples and stared up at her.
"You're never going to leave me again.  I won't let you."
   Trish smiled at her lover, but then looked over and
noticed me for the first time.  I was still standing upon
the ladder, with my head above the deck.  "Hi Jeremy," she
grinned.  "As you can see, Lindsay and I couldn't wait."
The gorgeous blonde giggled and added, "Why not join us?"
   My insides were raging with a passionate fury as Lindsay
looked at me and snickered, "No... Jeremy likes to watch."
   "You like to watch?" Trish asked me, before pausing.  "I
LOVE being watched."

   Indeed, I like to watch others having sex... especially
when two luscious and mouth-wateringly beautiful women such
as Lindsay and Trish were the couple in question.  However,
I had an open invitation to join.  I could not pass it up.

   "Ohhhhh..." Lindsay said, looking at me, as I joined her
and Trish on the sun-deck.  Immediately, Lindsay rose up to
her knees and began to tug away at my belt.  "You really do
want to join us, huh?"
   I looked on with wide eyes as once Lindsay undid my belt,
Trish rose up to her own knees and ripped my trousers down.
My briefs were next, and suddenly, both lovely ladies were
presented with a full and raging erection before their eyes.
   Lindsay took the base of my cock into her right hand and
pointed its tip in the direction of her girlfriend's face.
"Suck on it, Trish," she said.  "Suck his cock while I whack
him off."  The Canadian grinned in approval, then opened and
closed her wondrous mouth over my bulging shaft.  An instant
later, Lindsay's began to continually squeeze and retract
the thick, burning base of my cock.
   Tossing my head back and staring at the heavens, I moaned
with an intensive lust in response to what both ladies were
doing to me.  Thank you to whomever made me so lucky!

   Here we were - atop the sun-deck of the boat, settled in
the ocean waters, with darkness completely surrounding us.
Nevertheless, Lindsay pumped and frigged my cock with her
right hand as Trish licked and sucked away at its bulging
head.  Lindsay also kept her left hand busy - fondling and
squeezing Trish's round, tight ass, as both ladies were
hunched down on their knees in front of me.

   "You like that big cock, don't you, sweetie?" Lindsay
said to Trish, grinning, before she leaned over and gave
her a kiss on the cheek.  Trish giggled and nodded her
head, but still continued orally worshipping my shaft.
   "Oh yeah," Lindsay smiled, as she looked up at me while
still frigging its base with her skilled hand.  It was at
this time that the erotic and heated sensations within me
began to swirl around like a tornado.  All of a sudden,
everything was spinning - and out of control.
   "I'm gonna lick his balls while you suck his cock,"
Lindsay sneered, before making good on her promise.  I
arched my neck once more and growled like a mad-man as
the little blonde took one of my testicles into her mouth
and teased it with her lips and tongue.
   When Lindsay removed her hand from the base of my shaft,
Trish had its entire length all to herself.  She made
excellent use of the opportunity too, as her head began to
bob back-and-forth upon my erection.  At the same time,
Lindsay started to solely concentrate on my testicles with
not only her lips and tongue, but her hand as well.
   "Look at that face, Jeremy," Lindsay said to me, pointing
toward Trish with her free hand.  "Such a beautiful face she
has.  Simply gorgeous.  Don't you think so?"
   My only response was a nod of the head as both ladies
continued their assault on my cock and balls.  Trish, like
all of the other ladies whom I have brought to the island,
could easily be the cover-girl for a fashion magazine.
   "Why don't you cum all over that beautiful face, Jeremy?"
Lindsay then said, pulling back and looking up at me.  "Do
you think you would like that, Jeremy?  Wouldn't you like to
shoot your cum all over Trish's beautiful face?"  She was
teasing me something awful!  "Come on, Jeremy... cum for me.
Cum all over Trish's face... so I can kiss and lick it dry."

   Those words, combined with the sensual actions of both
ladies, sent me over the proverbial edge.

   With a deafening roar which echoed into the night skies,
I pulled my cock out of Trish's exquisite mouth and gripped
it with my right hand.  I then screamed once more, as my
shaft simply imploded, spewing load after hot load of gooey
sperm all across Trish's enchanting face.
   I sprayed her real good, too.  Her forehead, eyes, nose,
cheeks, chin... even her once-immaculate blonde hair.  On
her knees, Trish just kept still and looked up at me - very
much like a submissive would.  Her stance and posture only
softened when it was clear I had finished emptying my seed
upon her enchanting face and hair.
   When that time had finally come, Trish was completely
saturated with my sperm.
   "Oh yeah," Lindsay sneered, soon taking Trish into her
arms and kissing her.  Instead of on the mouth, however,
Lindsay's kisses were concentrated on various parts of
Trish's face and forehead.  Indeed, she wanted to cleanse
Trish of all of the gooey sperm I had coated her with.
   "You little cum-guzzler," Trish giggled, cradling the
18-year-old's head in her hands as she continued forth with
the dual kissing and licking action.  "Is sex and getting
fucked all you ever think about?"
   "That, and swallowing cum," Lindsay admitted.  "I just
LOVE sucking down a man's cum."
   Trish giggled while pulling Lindsay to the blanket upon
the deck's floor, and pinning her shoulders there.  "A man's
cum... as in plural?"  Trish grinned and asked, "Are we
going to have some more gang-bangs with guys showing up?  I
was wondering about that on the airplane."
   I took a step back from the coupling and smiled at Trish.
"Do you remember that the only time those guys came here," I
said to her, "was when one of you girls had a birthday?"
   "Yes, I do," Trish replied.
   Lindsay grinned and chimed in, "My birthday is five days
from now.  And... Pamela's is next month."
   Trish's eyes lit-up at the possibilities.  "So there will
be 10, 15, maybe 20 guys for us... in five days?"
   "What else could I get Lindsay for her 19th birthday than
a gang-bang?" I said to Trish, which made her smile.  "I
don't think she needs or even wants anything else.  Of
course, all of the other girls will be involved too."
   "If they wish to be involved," Lindsay quickly added.
   "Lindsay's birthday is in five days," Trish said.
"Pamela's is next month.  Lest we forget, mine is in less
than three weeks.  So remember that too, Jeremy."

   Trish's upcoming birthday had somehow slipped my mind.
There was no need for her to worry, though.  I would make
sure that there was a big gang-bang on that day, too.  I had
plenty of men wanting a shot at these exquisite women...

   "I want to eat your pussy," Trish said to Lindsay, rather
bluntly and suddenly, as she looked down at her.  Still
pinned to the blanket and deck beneath it, Lindsay squirmed
about in anticipation.  "I haven't had a taste of that 'lil
pussy of yours in three months.  I want it."  Trish licked
her lips seductively and then concluded, "I want it NOW."
   "Then do it," Lindsay countered in an aggressive tone.
"If you want my pussy, then take it.  Take it now!  Fuck me
with your mouth and tongue..."
   "How could I EVER leave you?" Trish moaned breathlessly,
as she slid down her young lover's petite body.  An instant
later, she had unbuckled Lindsay's denim jeans and wrestled
them from her hips and upper thighs.  When Lindsay's shoes
were whisked off, her jeans were taken all the way off too.
   Not wanting to waste anymore time, Trish grabbed the
straps of Lindsay's G-string panties, and simply yanked
the garment from her body.  Torn and shredded into two
pieces, the G-string was tossed off the side of the boat and
into the ocean waters below.
   "Fuck me," Lindsay said, rising up to her elbows as she
reclined upon the blanket.  A sweet and charming type, at
least most of the time, Lindsay's tone of voice had a hint
of dominance in it.  "Fuck me with your mouth and tongue!"
   "What about my fingers?" Trish moaned, as she then dove
face-first into Lindsay's delicious muff.

   I moaned with hot desire and my cock started to tingle
with renewed vigor as Lindsay cried out in arousal.
   Now with her back flat upon the blanket once again, the
tender 18-year-old wiggled about in passion as Trish used a
dual combination of velvety lips and an eager tongue on her
hot, swollen clit.
   It was obvious to me - just by watching her outward
reactions - that Lindsay was extremely turned-on.
   "Oh yeah, that feels good," she squealed in response,
her little thighs clenching themselves around Trish's head.
"You know EXACTLY what I like.  Oh yeah, you do, you do..."
   "Of course I do..." Trish said, quickening the speed and
tempo of her oral assault.  "I know what you really like,
baby.  You remember?"  I watched with interested eyes as
Trish burrowed her tongue deep into Lindsay's little slit.
After some maneuvering around, it was readily apparent to
me that Trish had found some sort of G-spot.
   "OH FUCK YEAH!" Lindsay suddenly burst out, with every
muscle in her body tight and contracted.  Leaning on her
elbows once again, she glared at Trish with nothing but
pure, unabashed lust within her eyes.
   The Canadian's response was a giggle, and more of the
same.  She kept her tongue buried deep for several seconds,
obviously enjoying the heated and spirited reaction which
Lindsay was in the process of giving her.

   A G-spot within Lindsay... found by use of the tongue?
It sure did seem that way.  I would have to do a little
exploration of my own of Lindsay - with my tongue - when
given the opportunity.  I'm quite sure that Pamela would
enjoy hearing about this revelation, as well.  I'd wager
money that my wife would quickly become hungry, too...
   Speaking of Pamela, I knew that I had to get Lindsay and
Trish back to the island as soon as possible.  I would love
nothing more right now than to jump in the middle of both of
these beautiful ladies, and have a wild, all-out three-some
with them.  However, I couldn't.
   A three-some would take time - which was something I did
not currently have.  Pamela was awaiting our return to the
island.  I figured that she was in the voyeur room right
now, with a camera focused on the harbor.
   If we stayed out here on the ocean for much longer,
Pamela would start to become worried about our safety.  I
didn't want her to worry about anything.  So, I had to get
these ravenous hellcats back to the island.

   However, I could hold out for JUST a few more minutes.

   As I continued to watch Trish, now as she eagerly licked
and slurped away upon Lindsay's clit, I pulled my trousers
back on and buttoned them in place.  Still, I rubbed the big
bulge within them as Lindsay continued to squirm and pant
out in wild, unadulterated pleasure.
   Once Trish inserted three fingers into her young lover,
Lindsay lost control of herself.  She began to scream out in
an uncontrollable rage, as her body rocked and vibrated
about in a wild, passionate rage.
   Along with that hot, inquisitive tongue, Trish's probing
fingers had pushed Lindsay to the absolute brink of orgasm.
The 18-year-old's final move before the inner explosion was
to look over at me.  "OH GOD JEREMY..." she whined.  "TRISH
IS GONNA MAKE ME CUM!"
   When Lindsay's body went rigid with desire and her orgasm
commenced, Trish giggled with delight and clamped her lips
and mouth down harder upon the young blonde's pussy.  An
instant later, Lindsay was screaming at the top of her lungs
as she held onto and squeezed her smallish breasts.
   Her neck and back arched high, Lindsay wildly shook and
rolled her face, her hair flipping about in the process.
   "OH YEAH..." she continued screaming.  "OH YEAH!  MADE ME
CUM!  YOU MADE ME CUM!  Oh fuck yeah, made me cum..."

   "I wanna make you cum from now until the end of time,"
Trish said, finally raising her head from between her
girlfriend's thighs - once that intensive orgasm had finally
subsided.  "For ALL eternity..."
   Settling down upon her back once more, Lindsay looked up
at Trish and smiled warmly.  "Come here, sweetie."
   An instant later, Trish lunged downward - and into the
outstretched arms of her precious lover.  The two ladies
gently kissed and embraced one another, each luxuriating in
the aftermath of Lindsay's earth-shattering orgasm.
   I felt like creaming the inside of my trousers, but knew
that perhaps it was best to save it for Pamela.  Speaking
of my wife, it was now time that I got this boat back to the
island.  I was plenty late already.

                           * * *

   Lindsay and Trish stayed up on the sun-deck and continued
to cuddle, caress and kiss one another for the remainder of
the trip.  I wondered to myself how both of them, with this
swirling and somewhat chilly night-time wind, were not
feeling the effects of it.  Lindsay was totally nude, and
Trish was very close to being the same.
   However, I then realized that both ladies did not need
clothing to combat the cold.  They had each others' body for
warmth and comfort.  It was obviously all either needed....


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