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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 15  
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 11:10:04 -0500
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 15 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   I could kick myself for not remembering this myself, but
Trish's birthday snuck up on me out of nowhere.
   Just a few days after I received that scathing e-mail
from Cassidy (which was now the furthest thing from my mind),
Lindsay approached me and told me Trish had turned 26 today.
I knew it was her birthday somewhere within the far reaches
of my mind, but at the same time, I had completely forgotten
about it.  Fortunately, Trish was not upset with me.
   No one can blame me for forgetting, because Trish had
just returned to the island a week ago.  I had not taken the
time to sit down at my computer terminal and refresh my
memory concerning her personality profile and vital stats.
Still, I was pretty angry with myself.  I'm usually very good
with birthdays, but this time I had really screwed up.
   It had been customary for me to bring a big group of guys
to the island when one of my ladies had a birthday.  I did
it for Amy and Torrie in the summer-time, as well as Lindsay
when she turned 19 nearly two weeks ago.
   However, given the fact that Trish's birthday was TODAY -
I had no chance to get the group of guys together on such
short notice.  That was okay with the girls (which was
rather surprising), because they planned to celebrate the
Canadian's birthday with a gang-bang of their own.

   They were going to gang-bang ME.

   Louisa (the housekeeper) took the liberty upon herself to
prepare a scrumptious birthday cake for Trish, as well as
the food of her choosing.  The celebration would take place
over dinner tonight, at the standard time of 7:00pm.
   No birthday could go by without a present, of course, so
I dug into my Christmas grab-bag and came up with a 56.48ct
diamond necklace for Trish.  It was rather expensive at the
tune of $117,500 retail, though I got it for $35,000 at a
liquidated price.  However, finances were not a concern when
one of my precious angels were involved.  I simply wanted
Trish to enjoy the necklace, and wear it proudly.

                           * * *

   Sometime that afternoon, I was making my way through the
mansion when I noticed that Devon was seated outside on the
front swing, rocking back-and-forth in a rather languid
motion.  I stopped and peered through the window blinds, and
noticed that she was alone, too.  Devon also had a depressed
look on her face as she munched on a small tub of ice cream.
What was wrong with her?  I had to find out...
   I strolled outside and when Devon looked at me with her
glum eyes, I offered her a friendly smile in return.  "Hi
there," was my greeting.  "Care for some company?"
   "Not at all," Devon responded, pointing to the spot next
to her on the swing.  She continued spooning the ice cream
into her mouth and offered, "Take a seat."
   I did just that, and then helped her in making the swing
rock back-and-forth in a peaceful, slow motion.  I smiled at
Devon again and said, "Why do you look so unhappy, dear?"
   "I don't know," she returned.  "It's just... Christmas is
one week from now.  I told you about all the problems I've
had with my family, ever since that incident in high school
where I was caught having sex with my boyfriend in the
auditorium.  My family, six or seven years later, still has
never forgiven me for that one mistake."
   "Do you always feel bad when you think about your family?"
I asked her, as she continued downing the ice cream.
   "It's not just that," Devon told me.  "It's Christmas.
Now is the time of year for families to be together, and
happy.  They should put whatever problems they have behind
them, and celebrate the season together."
   "I don't quite follow you, sweetheart," I said to her.
"Are you saying that you rather be in Pennsylvania right
now, instead of here?  I thought you liked the island..."
   "I'm saying the opposite," she replied, which confused me
even more.  "I was just thinking to myself that I may be
better off here - on the island - during Christmas."  My
eyes went wide at those words.  "I can fly home for the
holidays if I want, but I'm not quite sure there would be a
home waiting for me.  That's why I'm depressed."
   "You are MORE than welcome to spend the holiday week on
the island with me and Pamela," I told her, my eyes still
wide.  "We would LOVE to have the company, since everyone
else is returning home for the week to be with their own
families."  I paused and added, "Well... everyone except
for Amy.  She's using the time to make a new porno movie."
   "Pamela is nice and all, but I don't want her to think
I'd be intruding on your Christmas time with her," Devon
said, to which I immediately shook my head.  "I mean, I
know how you and her planned on being alone."
   "Pamela and planned on being alone because we thought we
would be alone," I told her, still shaking my head.  "As I
said, we would LOVE to have the company."
   "I don't know yet," Devon told me.  "I don't know.  I
need some more time to think about it.  My parents may still
be angry at me after all these years, mainly because the
local press got involved and humiliated our family.  But me?
I still love them.  They're my parents."  Devon almost choked
as she continued, "I've never missed a Christmas with them."
   Sensing her pain and anguish, I placed an arm around the
blonde's shoulder and offered her a pick-me-up smile.  I
watched for a moment as she continued to guzzle down the
ice cream, then shook my head at her.  "What are you, dear?
100 pounds... at the max?  That's a lot of ice cream."
   "Oh," Devon returned with a slight giggle, placing the
spoon into the tub and setting it down.  "I... I've always
eaten a lot of ice cream whenever I feel bad."
   I smiled at her again.  "Whatever you decide, Devon - it
is up to you.  If you rather just stay on the island, I can
assure you that Pamela would welcome you with open arms.
Her and I were just talking the other night that it's going
to be lonely for us over Christmas week, because we're so
used to having others around.  Even Lindsay will be leaving,
and she's been with us since June."
   "Sometimes I think or say that I never want to step foot
in Pennsylvania again," the 24-year-old mused.  "I don't
really mean that.  I don't want to live there again, but I
think it would be okay to visit every now and then - no
matter how much of an outcast I am treated like."
   "It's up to you, Devon," I reiterated, tracing my fingers
through her long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair.  "Whatever
you decide, I will support you - whether you go home for the
holidays, or spend them here on the island."
   "This whole island is like a big family," Devon observed.
"Especially with the hold-overs from the summer.  You and
Pamela, Lindsay... Torrie and Trish.  You all seem like a
big, happy family.  Stephanie and I are the outsiders, and
we're trying to break into the family."
   "What about Amy, dear?" I asked.  "You forgot about her."
   "No, I didn't," Devon grinned.  "Amy is like the rebel of
the family.  She's the bad apple, but in a good way... if
you know what I mean."
   I smiled and returned, "I think I know what you mean."  I
paused and added, "As for us being a family, both Lindsay
and Pamela are like wives to me.  Pamela is my real wife, of
course, but I like to think of Lindsay that way, too.  Pamela
even looks at it as if her and Lindsay are married, too.
   "And the others?  I've been up and down the road a lot
with Torrie, Trish and Amy.  For us to spend as much time
together as we have, it's only natural for us to become so
ultra-close.  We are a family."
   "I want in," Devon told me.  "I want to be part of the
family, too."
   I smiled at her and proclaimed, "You already are."

                           * * *

   Ever since my deep-rooted discussion with her several
days ago - concerning her stance on my marriage with Pamela
and the subsequent in-depth look she provided me of her home
life - I no longer looked at Devon as a pure sex object.
   She had given me such great insight into her mind and
personality, and now I thought of her as an incredibly sweet
and charming young woman.  Devon was so friendly and docile,
and didn't have a mean bone in her entire body.
   Devon was still a lust bunny - no doubt - but I could
look at her as a person now, too.  She had problems and
wanted to get over them (like the rest of us).  But at the
same time, I thought Devon was too good of a person to be
dealing with those sort of things.
   Why wasn't she on better terms with her family?  Why did
every man she had ever known (besides me, of course) treat
her like garbage?  Why couldn't she flash that smile of hers
24 hours a day?  It could lighten up even the darkest room...
   I have often talked about how sweet and charming Lindsay
is.  In fact, I have spent this entire story stressing it.
However, I was starting to realize that Devon was just as
sweet and just as charming as Lindsay was.
   Amy said a few weeks back that Devon and Lindsay looked
alike, with one minor (major) difference - their bra size.
Lindsay was petite and small-chested, while Devon was petite
too - but large-chested.  Their faces were very similar,
both ladies were blonde with sparkling eyes - and now as I
was learning, their personalities were comparable, too.

   Was Devon an older, more busty version of Lindsay?

   It sure did seem that way.  I had long been obsessed with
Lindsay from the very first moment I saw her in person.  She
was such a little sweetheart, and had the most charming,
friendly smile I had ever seen.
   I had been obsessed with Devon from the first time I saw
her, too.  Was my physical attraction for her rooted in the
fact that she was an older, more busty version of Lindsay?
That was what she looked like, at least.
   As I was in the process of learning, too, they were also
very much alike in terms of personality and demeanor.  The
only difference (a minor one at that) was that Devon did not
have Lindsay's quirky, out-there sense of humor.  That was
okay, though - I didn't want two exact clones on the island.
   Then again, maybe I did.
   Wouldn't it be nice to have a whole group of Lindsays in
your life?  The thought made me shudder with pure arousal...

                           * * *

   It may have been Trish's 26th birthday, but I seemed to
be the guest of honor after dinner had finally concluded
that particular evening.  The Canadian had just received
her rather expensive gift - the 56.48ct diamond necklace -
and she was currently in the process of thanking me.

   On her knees, noless.

   The other ladies were still seated at the dinner table,
giggling together, as they watched Trish service my cock
with her hands and mouth.  I was standing off to the side
with my trousers pulled down, with the blonde and shapely
Trish on her knees in front of me.  She grasped the base of
my cock with her right hand and frigged it there, while her
head continued to bob up-and-down over its pulsing length.
   Best of all, Trish was already wearing that necklace.  I
was so happy that she already seemed to love it.
   I tossed my head back and sighed in response to the many
sensations which were currently swirling throughout me.  I
had not spent as much time over the months with Trish as I
have Pamela and Lindsay, or even Amy and Torrie.  Still,
however, I thought the 26-year-old had a wonderfully skilled
mouth when it came to sucking cock.  I wanted her to provide
me with this sort of treatment from now on...
   When Trish let out a moan of her own, I knew she was
becoming excited.  I looked down and watched as the busty
vixen rubbed her breasts through the top she wore with her
free hand, as the speed of her head-bobs rapidly increased.
Soon, Trish had the entire length of my cock embedded in her
mouth, and was sucking on it like a powerful, fierce vacuum.

   Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Amy get up and
begin to make a motion toward us.  Apparently, she couldn't
watch this much sexual play without getting some herself.
However, Pamela reached up and grabbed her arm before she
could get very far.  "Let Trish have her time with him," my
wife said to Amy, who made a face before sitting back down.
   I had to suppress a laugh - thinking to myself how much
of an insatiable slut Amy was.  She wasn't used to being
relegated to watching sex, without getting her fair share.

   An instant later, however, I looked down at Trish and
focused all of my energy and attention upon her.  I could
really become addicted to this...
   The Canadian's head continued to bob up-and-down over my
erection, her lips and mouth slurping away at it hungrily.
I reached down with my hands and ran both through her long,
silky-smooth blonde hair, and luxuriated in the sounds of
her soft moans and girlish giggles.  Trish was now playing
with my testicles, twirling and sliding their delicate flesh
between her long, supple fingers.
   It wasn't too long before the intense feelings and desire
within me had reached their ultimate apex.  I let out a hard
moan, followed by me placing both hands upon Trish's head
and grabbing it tightly.  Then, all of a sudden, I was
growling like a wild animal as thick, heavy spurts of cum
were shooting outward from my cock - and into Trish's mouth.
   Perched upon her knees in front of me, the 26-year-old
placed both hands upon my hips and kept her lips securely
sealed around my shaft.  My world was going quickly hazy.
and very disoriented as the final remnants of my blast were
pumped into the enchantress' wonderful mouth.
   Trish managed to swallow every last ounce of my load, and
obviously quenched her thirst (for now) in the process.

   Needing a taste herself, Lindsay got up from the dinner
table and immediately darted over to Trish.  An instant
later, the 19-year-old was on her knees in front of Trish,
and the two lovers were engaged in a sloppy, cum-filled
kiss.  Lindsay loved the taste of sperm - no doubt - and she
would literally do anything for a shot at it.
   Holding my deflated cock, I took a step back and then
smiled at what I saw happening at the dinner table before
me.  Pamela and Amy were gazing at each other with absolute
lust in their eyes and then, they were sharing a rather
heated, intense kiss.  A similar occurrence was taking place
between Torrie and Devon, too.  Devon had taken a seat in
Torrie's lap, and the two ladies were fondling each other
as their traded their tongues over an open-mouthed exchange.
   Of the girls, that left Stephanie - who suddenly appeared
in front of me with a big, luscious smile upon her charming
face.  "It's my turn to be with you, Jeremy," she said in a
charming tone.  The shapely brunette grasped ahold of my cock
and began to stroke it for me, before pressing her lips to
mine for a rather spiritual kiss of our own.
   I reached around Stephanie's body with both hands, and
latched them hard upon her denim-clad ass.  Glancing around
the room for a quick moment, I noticed that clothing was
literally flying in all directions.  The girls were ripping
at each other, wanting to dispose of any and all clothes.
   I joined the parade myself, unbuttoning Stephanie's denim
shorts and wiggling them down her shapely hips and thighs.
My next move was to whisk her G-string off as well, and then
she stood before me wearing only a flirtatious, half t-shirt.

   Not for long, however.

   Stephanie broke our mutual kiss long enough for me to
lift her top up, and over her head.  Seconds later we were
kissing yet again, and then my hands found and squeezed
Stephanie's bare, luscious breasts with great abandon.
   Elsewhere, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that
Pamela was standing above Amy, who was on her knees with
her face buried between my wife's spread thighs.  The two
ladies were writhing together in arousal, while Devon was
browsing through Torrie's infamous "bag-of-toys".  Torrie,
meanwhile, was shedding the remainder of her own clothing.
   Lindsay and Trish were cuddling close, still sharing a
heated and rather deep-rooted kiss.  I decided to focus on
Stephanie once more, and literally jammed my tongue down
her velvety throat as our own kiss intensified in nature.
   A moment later, Stephanie was on her knees in front of
me, her right hand busy pumping and frigging my half-hard
cock toward another full erection.  I reached down and held
her head with my hands, all the while moaning and sighing
out in sheer, absolute pleasure.
   I took a deep breath in response to the sensations, and
then watched as Torrie hooked one of her massive strap-on
dildos around her waist.  Devon was seated on the floor in
front of her, with an expectant smile upon her lovely face.
   Once the strap-on was secure and in place, Torrie knelt
down and flipped Devon onto her back.  The Californian then
mounted Devon, and began to thrust away at her swollen pussy
with the humungous dong in the missionary position.
   Before I knew what happened next, Lindsay was on her knees
next to Stephanie as the voluptuous brunette continued to pay
homage to my cock.  She then deferred to Lindsay, and the
19-year-old greedily took my (now) full erection into her
hungry mouth and began feverishly slurping away at it.
   I thought for a moment that both ladies would take turns
sucking my cock, but Trish reached for Stephanie, and pulled
her into her arms.  The two beauties looked at each other
for an instant before pressing their lips together for a
heated, scorching kiss.
   Lindsay had both hands at her side as she serviced my
throbbing cock with nothing more than her mouth.  Those
puppy-dog eyes of hers were staring up at me as well, which
made my insides shudder with wanton desire.

   I always thought Lindsay looked the best when on her
knees in front of me...

   Devon and Pamela were crying out in their own arousal,
but in separate encounters.  Devon was getting the hammer
dropped on her, courtesy of Torrie and her massive strap-on.
Pamela, meanwhile, was very close to an orgasm.  She was now
laying upon the floor - flat on her back - with Amy's tongue
exploring the tender, sweet recesses of her pussy.
   The action was hot and heavy all over the place, as Trish
now had Stephanie draped across her lap.  She was offering
the brunette a spirited but playful spanking, telling her
what a naughty girl she was becoming - "especially for
getting in with that nasty Amy".
   Lindsay withdrew my cock from her mouth, and started to
stroke it in the open air with both hands.  The little
blonde pointed its tip directly at her charming face and
looked up at me with an eager expression, giving me an
obvious indication of what she wanted.
   I let myself go as cum spewed itself all over Lindsay's
impeccable, smiling face, as well as her long-flowing hair.
The 19-year-old opened her mouth and was able to tongue and
swallow some of the massive blast, but the great majority
landed on her face and throughout her hair.
   Trish and Stephanie took one look at Lindsay, and both
seemed to have an immediate thirst.  "You just had his cum,"
Stephanie said to Trish, pushing her back gently as she made
her way over to Lindsay.  Stephanie cupped the 19-year-old's
chin with both hands, then started to kiss and lick her face,
cleaning up all the excess sperm in a hurry.
   Meanwhile, Pamela and Devon experienced simultaneous
orgasms.  Pamela had her thighs clamped tightly around Amy's
head, while Devon screamed out in response to the ferocious
thumping she had just received from Torrie and her strap-on.

   Thanks to a pair of orgasms myself, I staggered and nearly
lost my balance while stepping backward.  Trish moved up and
closed the distance between us, planting her lips upon mine
for a deep, soul-touching type of kiss.
   Torrie, having just decimated Devon, set her sights on
Lindsay.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as she made
the 19-year-old get on her hands and knees, before mounting
her in the doggie-style position.  An instant later, she was
thrusting the humungous dildo in-and-out of Lindsay's sweet,
little pussy at a good, steady rate of speed.
   Trish pulled me down to the floor with her as our kiss
continued, but it was conveniently close to where Pamela and
Amy were.  Amy used the opportunity to reach out with her
right hand and place it upon Trish's shoulder, then pull her
away from me and thus, breaking our kiss.  Trish turned and
looked at Amy, then I could do nothing but smile as the two
ladies (and former arch enemies) swapped their velvety lips
and tongues together in a heated, passionate exchange.
   Pamela, also realizing what a picture this moment was,
smiled at the quivering couple for several seconds before
turning her attention to me.  "Are you having any fun yet,
Jeremy?" my beautiful wife asked, still smiling in her
patented way.  I nodded my head at her as she took my limp
cock into her right hand, and began stroking it.
   "We have to get you hard again," she told me, her
expression now tight.  "I want you to fuck me."
   I suppressed a laugh and shook my head in response to
her words, while glancing toward the direction of all
those loud, raucous screams on the other side of the room.
   Lindsay was getting absolutely HAMMERED, courtesy of
Torrie and her strap-on dildo, in the doggie-style position.
The teen-ager was screaming out at the top of her lungs,
too, obviously enjoying the harsh and rugged treatment she
was receiving from her lover and new room-mate, Torrie.
   Not too far away from them, Devon was flat on her back as
Stephanie was busy orally servicing her pussy.  She was
thrusting two fingers in-and-out of it as her tongue swirled
about her clitoris in a series of hot, roundabout circles.

   Meanwhile, Pamela was still pumping my cock.

   "Oh yeah!" my wife moaned, feeling my shaft grow larger
within her grasp.  "OH YEAH!  GET HARDER FOR ME, BABY!" she
encouraged me.  "Oh yeeeeah!"  This was my third erection in
a ten minute span, and soon I knew I would experience my
third orgasm in the same time period.  Could I last?
   On the subject of orgasms, I smiled to myself when I
realized that Lindsay was in the process of having one
herself.  Torrie only added to her pleasure by spanking
her, while jamming that massive dildo hard and fast into
Lindsay as the 19-year-old screamed out in satisfaction.
   I was disheartened for a moment as Trish and Amy broke
off their kiss, and decided to go separate ways.  Amy
pulled Stephanie, who had been licking Devon's pussy, into
her arms for a kiss of their own.  Trish decided to take
Stephanie's place between Devon's firm, widespread thighs,
and began to lick away at her folds in a frenzied manner.
   "Fuck me," Pamela commanded, releasing my hard cock as
she took a seat and then lowered herself onto her back.
Pamela looked up at me with expectant eyes and added, "Give
it to me!  Fuck my pussy with your cock!  Fuck me NOW!"
   I lunged forward and grabbed one of Pamela's big, plump
breasts with my hand and fisted my cock with the other,
then forged my way into her pussy.  I growled at first,
adjusting to the sensations swirling throughout me before
settling in and really beginning to thump away at her.  I
had no idea where this newfound energy was coming from...
   I was oblivious to all of the other couplings in the
room as I drilled Pamela as hard as I possibly could in
the missionary position, my balls slapping against the
wet, outer lips of her pussy with every downward stroke.
Pamela obviously wanted to be fucked hard, and I was merely
giving my wife what she so desired (and needed).
   My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I
grabbed Pamela's hip with my right and continued pumping
myself in-and-out of her at warp speed.  My body was alive
with pure and wanton lust, as Pamela's beautiful face
rocked from side to side beneath me, her eyes wide and open.
   Unable to control myself, I roared out in mad passion as
my cock suddenly exploded within her vice-tight pussy.  I
buried myself all the way into Pamela and kept screaming, my
sperm shooting out and flooding her womb.  The blonde's face
still rocked from side-to-side beneath me, her arms wrapped
around my shoulders as she shrieked in her own orgasm.  Both
of us, in fact, rocked together on the very brink of madness.

   After I pumped the final drops of sperm into my beloved
wife, I fell on top of her in an exhausted heap.  I vaguely
heard a wide assortment of female screams all around me,
knowing the women were pleasuring and satisfying each other
as only they could.  A full-blown orgy was definitely on...
   "It's my turn with him now," I heard Devon say, which
made me look up and notice her, then moan.  Having just gone
through three orgasms in rapid-fire succession, nearly all
of my strength and energy was gone.  However, this was a
gang-bang - and the ladies expected me to perform for them.
   "I get him now," Devon reiterated, pulling me away from
my wife and then grasping my tired, limp cock.  With a
devious, wicked gleam in her eyes, she then began stroking
me toward yet another erection.

   This evening was FAR from over...


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