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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Revisited"  Part 18  M/F, F/F
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 18 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "You've come a long way, Stephanie, in a very short time,"
I said to the charming brunette, as we sat together upon the
bed in my personal suite.  Stephanie, along with all of the
others, had just returned to the island earlier today after
their week-long holiday vacation.  Tonight, it was her turn
in the rotation to spend the evening with me.
   "My life is forever changed because of what happened last
week," Stephanie mused, a slight grin upon her face.  "Four
weeks ago, I was a registered nurse back in Connecticut.
Now, I'm a full-fledged pornstar, thanks to Amy."  The young
woman smiled again, before adding, "I still can't believe
that it happened.  I guess it won't fully sink in until I
see the movie in its completed form."
   As we lounged together upon my bed, I offered Stephanie a
warm smile.  She didn't seem to have any regrets about her
decision to try her hand at porn.  It did seem, however,
that the vixen thought that she was in some sort of an
extended dream.  Stephanie's new porn-queen status - at
least her in eyes - did not seem real.  Not yet, anyway.
   "Tell me about the movie, dear," were my next words.
"What exactly did you do in it?  And what was it about?"
   "It had kind of an eerie plot," she replied, seeming all
interested in sharing her first experience on the movie set.
"At least, to begin with.  Amy and I, we bought this old,
creepy-looking house which turned out to be haunted."
   "Haunted?" I countered, very interested myself.
   "The first scene was me and Amy, bringing each other to
orgasm with our tongues and fingers."  My body shuddered at
the mere thought as Stephanie continued, "One of the ghosts
was hiding in the next room, and spying on us."
   "What type of ghosts were they?" I asked, already having
a good guess at the answer.  After all, this was porn...
   "Three ghosts," Stephanie replied, her eyes glowing.
"All of them were wondrously gorgeous, well-hung men."
   I chuckled gently and said, "Figures..."
   "The next scene starts off with Amy masturbating on the
bed.  Then, POOF - one of the ghosts appears out of nowhere.
He is busy stroking his cock while Amy gets all timid and
scared, wondering where the man came from.  Before long,
though, she decides to fuck him and they go at each other
like absolute animals for a good ten of fifteen minutes.
Seeing him stroke that big cock got Amy too excited."
   I took a deep breath at those words.  Even though she was
still a rookie in the business, Amy and the energetic nature
she displayed in her movies were already becoming the stuff
of legends.  I could imagine what it would be like for her
and another man to be going at it "like absolute animals"...
   "After they finish fucking," Stephanie went on, "I come
home from a long day of shopping.  The man - the ghost, he
suddenly vanishes into thin air just before I make my way
into the bedroom.  Amy tells me what happened, but I don't
believe her.  I tell her since she thinks it was a ghost,
she needs to go to the mental hospital for observation."
   "Seems as though this movie has a little plot to it," I
grinned.  "That's good.  I like my porn to have a plot."
   "The next day, Amy is convinced that what she saw was a
ghost.  She goes to town to visit the paranormal specialist,
who turns out to be this really hot blonde with big breasts.
I forget her last name, but her first name was Bobbi."
   "I don't think I've seen her before," I countered.  "I
don't recall seeing a Bobbi in any of the movies I own."
   "Amy tells Bobbi what happened, and wants some advice.
Bobbi says it sounds like it could be some supernatural
activity, then asks for the address of the house Amy and I
bought.  Amy tells her, then Bobbi says rumors have
persisted for over 100 years that this house we bought was
haunted by three men who were once murdered in it."
   "This movie DOES have a plot," I said, my eyes wide.
   "Amy gets all scared, knowing that she left me alone in
the house with maybe three ghosts roaming around.  She and
Bobbi decide to leave immediately, for the house."  The
25-year-old paused before adding, "After they leave, Bobbi's
secretary has a customer come in.  Bobbi isn't there, so
the secretary - who reminded me somewhat of Cassidy - has
sex with the customer, a man, across the desktop."

   "Ugggggh," I moaned, shaking my head.  "Please, dear.
PLEASE... don't remind me of Cassidy EVER again.  PLEASE!"

   Stephanie giggled and said, "Amy told me that scene was
just filler for the movie.  It didn't have much of anything
to do with the plot, but it made for nice eye candy."
   "What happened next?" I queried, anxious to hear.
   "The movie cut back to the house, where I was doing some
laundry.  I turned around and bang, the three ghosts were in
front of me.  They all were stroking their big cocks while I
openly wondered what if Amy said about seeing a ghost was
true.  The ghosts didn't say a word - they didn't even
mutter a sound.  I mulled things over for a few seconds,
then said if those ghosts wanted me, come and get me."
   "This was the gang-bang scene Amy promised you," I said,
nodding my head in total approval.
   "Jeremy..." Stephanie offered, her face all dreamy.  "I
couldn't believe it.  Those guys made me cum SO HARD..."
Speaking of such things, my cock began to spur with life...
"Their cocks were SO BIG, too!  One was 14 inches, and the
other two were 12 each.  I had 38 inches inside my body!"
   Shifting about upon the mattress, I shook my head and
grinned in response.  It had suddenly become difficult to
control both my body, and my inner emotions.
   "After they finished triple-fucking me," Stephanie said,
"Amy and Bobbi suddenly showed up at the door.  Bobbi was
holding a device which searched for paranormal activity.
It was screeching like crazy, and the ghosts were still
present.  Their eyes flashed real bright as they looked at
Amy and Bobbi, then they vanished into thin air.  The
device went quiet, and Amy asked me if I was okay.  I told
her that I had never been fucked so hard, and so good..."
   Stephanie paused before continuing, "Bobbi and Amy got
onto the computer and did some research on the ghosts next.
Seems as though our house had once been a brothel, and
these three men ran it.  Bobbi came to the conclusion that
these ghosts were peaceful and friendly, and had taken a
liking to us.  It was a pretty well-scripted dialogue."
   "Of course, Bobbi needed her scene in the movie, so she
made a pass at Amy after their conversation ended at the
computer.  Amy pulled out one of her strap-ons, and really
blasted Bobbi with it."  Stephanie hesitated and purred,
"It was SOOOOO incredibly hot to watch that scene live."
   "This sounds like an interesting movie," I mused.
   "Once their scene was over, there was another big flash
of light," Stephanie told me.  "I was on my knees, sucking
and stroking two of the ghosts - them on either side of me."
   "I had a big smile on my face while looking at Amy and
Bobbi.  I told both of them that I had crossed over to the
`other dimension', and that the ghosts were looking for new
whores to service their clients for all eternity.  I told
Amy that it was the chance we had always dreamed about - to
be fucked from now until forever.  Amy asked what should she
do to join me, and I held out my hand for her."
   "Amy moved forward and latched onto my hand, and that
bright light flashed again.  Before it was finished, though,
Bobbi jumped in and added her hand to the mix, too.  A
second later, all of us - me, Amy and Bobbi, and the two
men - we all disappeared.  We were never heard from again."
   I smiled and chuckled, "So... a porn movie about ghosts
and a haunted house.  Interesting.  Too bad Halloween is so
far away.  The movie would probably sell better."
   "I loved making it," Stephanie told me.  "The viewers
were left with the impression that me, Amy and Bobbi would
forever get fucked in that so-called `other dimension'.  We
would be whores who would take any and everyone on."
   "It's good to see that you don't have any regrets, or
second thoughts," I offered, shifting about upon the bed
again.  My shaft was rock-solid hard, and it felt quite
uncomfortable within the trousers I wore.
   "I think it was a good plot for porn," the brunette said.
"I've seen plenty of porn in my life, and I think this plot
will be much better than most.  Of course, I have to wait
until the movie is out before making an official judgement.
But I feel pretty confident about it."
   "Amy said she was going to try and get me an early copy,"
were my words.  "But even she, it seems, cannot get one.
The movie will not be available until January 16th."  I
paused and added, "Surely you had a stage name in the film,
right?  Amy is known as Aimee Embers.  What's your name?"
   "Stephanie Sexxon," the brunette grinned.  "One of the
stage-hands thought it up for me.  We were all sitting about
before the movie trying to come up with a stage name, and I
liked his idea the best.  Stephanie Sexxon."
   "You spoke about this Bobbi in such glowing terms," I
said.  "Do you wish you had a scene with her, too?"
   "Yeah, but I got a taste of her that night," she grinned.
"You know... long after the movie was done filming."
   "Oh?" I returned, interested.  "How so?"
   "Bobbi spent the evening with me and Amy," Stephanie said.
"We had three-some sex ALL night long..."

   That seemed to be my cue to end this discussion, and let
the action start.  After everything Stephanie had just told
me, I was very excited - and I needed her badly.

   However, just when I was about to make my move, there was
a knock at the door to my personal suite.  I cursed silently
for an instant, but then realized that it was one of the
other ladies.  Who else was there?  Maybe I could get to
have a three-some of my own?  Amy was the logical choice...
   "Come in," I called out and once the door opened, my eyes
narrowed as I saw a dreary, distraught-looking Lindsay.  As
the definition of limitless energy and happiness, I wondered
to myself what could possibly be wrong with Lindsay.  A
closer look revealed that she may start to cry.
   "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked, the erotic feelings
and sensations which Stephanie had conjured up within me now
a distant memory.  Lindsay was my little darling, and I
could not bear to see her in any sort of distress.  "Are you
okay?  Did you and Trish have a fight?"
   "No, not that," she replied, looking at me with blurry
eyes.  "It's Pamela.  She... she... hurt my feelings."
   "What?" I asked, stunned, while getting up from the bed
and making my way over to her.  "What happened?"
   "I really don't know what got into her," Lindsay said.
"It's just... this is our first night back on the island,
and I was looking forward to spending it with Trish.  I
haven't seen her since last week, but Pamela came up to me
earlier and said she wanted to stay with Trish tonight."
Lindsay paused before adding, "I didn't have a problem with
that, because I thought all three of us could be together.
But Pamela said that she wanted to be with Trish... alone.
She said I hogged enough of her time, and needed to share."
   "That's very unlike Pamela," I said, shaking my head in
response.  "I wonder if she was upset about something?  It
seems a little harsh for her to say something like that."
   "I don't know," Lindsay shrieked, tears forming in her
eyes.  "But she hurt my feelings.  She made it seem like I
wasn't good enough to sleep with her and Trish tonight."
   "Are you sure you didn't misunderstand her?" I asked,
trying my best to stay neutral on the subject.  "I mean,
honey... Pamela loves you.  She didn't mean to hurt you."
   "I didn't misunderstand her," the little blonde returned.
"Watch your tapes, Jeremy.  She was VERY mean in saying that
I hogged too much of Trish's time."

   "Tapes?" Stephanie said.  "What tapes?"

   My eyes went wide as I turned around, remembering that
the brunette was still in the suite with us.  Of course,
the "tapes" Lindsay had referred to were those which could
be found inside the voyeur room.  That was still a secret to
some of the ladies, including Stephanie.  I didn't want her
to know about my one obsession in life...
   "Nothing," Lindsay said, looking at Stephanie and shaking
her head.  "I'm just too hyper right now to talk straight."
   Perhaps that was the best possible answer considering the
situation, but Stephanie didn't seem to buy it.  Still, it
looked as if she had absolutely no clue what Lindsay meant
by telling me to "watch your tapes".  That was good...
   "She hurt me, Jeremy," Lindsay said, re-focusing her gaze
upon my face.  I took the 19-year-old into my arms and held
her gently, and she started to cry.  I slowly shook my head
in response, wondering why my wife would be so harsh.
   "I'll go and have a talk with her," I quietly said.
   "No," Lindsay returned, shaking her head as she broke off
our embrace.  "Let it wait until the morning.  Pamela and
Trish are probably in the middle of having sex right now."
   "Why didn't you tell her that you wanted to spend the
night with Trish?" Stephanie wondered, adding her two cents
to the mix.  "I mean, Trish is YOUR girlfriend."
   "I've never been very confrontational," Lindsay replied,
wiping a tear away from her eye with a fingertip.  "I just
let Pamela have her way.  I... It's... It's really bad for
me, because I had been planning this night with Trish ever
since we left the island last week.  This was our first
night back together, and it was going to be special."
   "Did Trish say anything about it, honey?" I asked.  "It
seems as though she'd rather be with you instead of Pamela.
Trish loves Pamela, but you're Trish's whole reason for
living, Lindsay.  That's pretty apparent."
   "I didn't see Trish at all," Lindsay returned, her tone
rather quiet and timid.  "I was getting ready for our night
in our room, and Pamela showed up and said that to me.
Trish was getting some drinks for us in the kitchen."
   "I think you should go back to them, and let Pamela have
a piece of your mind," Stephanie suggested.  "Besides, as
Jeremy said... Trish would want you more."
   "No," Lindsay countered, shaking her head.  "Maybe I can
talk to them about it in the morning.  Besides, I really
don't want to have anything to do with Pamela right now.  I
don't want to see her face again tonight."

   My eyes went wide at those words - which were extremely
uncharacteristic for Lindsay, who was overly friendly and
charming.  I don't believe I had ever heard her speak in
such a negative way before.  Pamela really did hurt her...

   "I'm sorry for interrupting the two of you," Lindsay
frowned, wiping more tears away from her eyes.  "Torrie,
Devon and Amy are all spending the night together, as are
Trish and Pamela.  Both of you, too.  I had no one else to
turn to.  I wanted to talk to you most, Jeremy..."
   "It's okay, sweetheart," I said, embracing the teen-ager
once again.  Then, a thought hit me.  "Amy and Torrie are
together?  How is that possible?"
   "Oh, Amy said she and Torrie no longer have any emotional
attachment," Stephanie offered.  "But they will still get
together for sex, because they enjoy each other so much."
   "Devon is in the middle of them," I mused, my imagination
running wild.  "Maybe she's all tied up, and Torrie is using
one of those big strap-on dildos on her..."  Fortunately, my
words were not loud enough for Stephanie to hear.  Lindsay
knew full well that I was a pervert, but Stephanie didn't...
   "I'll leave you two alone, so you can have your time
together," Lindsay said, ending our mutual embrace.  "I know
you were looking forward to having this night with Jeremy,
Stephanie.  I don't want to ruin it.  I... I'll just spend
the night in Christina's old room.  It's still unoccupied."
   "No," Stephanie returned, shaking her head while patting
the bed next to her.  "I don't want you to spend the night
alone.  Come here and sit down... you sweet, little thing."
   "Are you sure?" Lindsay asked, wanting confirmation.
   "Positive," Stephanie countered, smiling broadly.

                           * * *

   "You're much too pretty and adorable to be hurt or upset,"
Stephanie grinned, running her hand throughout Lindsay's
long-flowing blonde hair as the 19-year-old took a seat next
to her.  Stephanie then pressed her lips to Lindsay's cheek,
and offered her a gentle kiss.  "Can you smile for me?"
   Lindsay turned her face to look at Stephanie, who urged
her on with a nod of the head.  The little vixen complied,
offering a definite (but very short) smile.
   "Oh, that's nice," Stephanie returned, showing her caring
side.  "I think you have a very pretty smile, sweetheart.
You... wow, you even look beautiful when you cry."
   "Thank you," Lindsay whispered, offering up another quick
smile, before planting a kiss on Stephanie's forehead.  "I
guess it's not all bad.  I do have good friends, like you
and Jeremy.  You're making me feel much better."
   "I can see why Lindsay is the most lusted-after girl on
the island," Stephanie said, looking at me with a grin.
"Amy wants her, Torrie wants her... Trish, Pamela, you.  It
is like she is a little doll."  Stephanie glared into her
younger counterpart's eyes and added, "I'd love to take you
home, sweetheart, and play with you for a long time."
   Lindsay offered another smile - and this time, it was
sincere and genuine.  Those caring words and compliments -
courtesy of Stephanie - were really getting to her.

                           * * *

   Myself, I was experiencing mixed emotions at the moment.
On one hand, it was rather obvious that Stephanie was
working toward a sexual encounter with Lindsay.  I would
definitely enjoy that - and even have a chance to join in.
   On the other hand, however, I was trying to figure out
why Pamela had been so harsh with Lindsay.  The teen-ager
was too hurt and upset for me to believe that she blew
Pamela's words too far out of proportion.
   I have often said that my wife was the matriarch of this
island.  It just didn't make any sense that Pamela would be
mean and cruel with Lindsay, especially on her first day
back after a week-long hiatus.  Both of them had been living
together for six months, and rarely had any problems.
   Plus, Pamela knew full well how much Lindsay loved Trish,
and how she had been looking forward to spending their first
evening back on the island with her.  Why would Pamela take
that away from her?  It just made no sense...
   Whatever the case, I would look at the videotape of what
happened between Lindsay and Pamela in the morning.  I would
make my own judgement and go from there.  If Pamela was a
bit mean and harsh with her words concerning Lindsay, she
would have to answer to me about it.

                           * * *

   "Is it okay if I touch you here?" Stephanie asked, using
her right hand to cup and squeeze one of Lindsay's firm,
small breasts through the tank-top that she wore, as both
ladies wiggled together upon the large bed.
   When the little minx didn't show any resistance, Stephanie
smiled and added her left hand to the mix.  Now, she fondled
and squeezed Lindsay's breasts with both hands.  "Does that
feel good to you, honey?  It sure does feel good for me."
   Lindsay nodded her head in approval, her gaze literally
piercing a hole through Stephanie's eyes and her soul.
   "I love your breasts," Lindsay purred, extending both
hands and massaging Stephanie's full mounds through the
night-shirt that she wore.  "They're so big... and ripe.
They're the exact opposite of mine, unfortunately..."
   "I love your body the way it is," Stephanie said, tapping
Lindsay's nose with a fingertip for added emphasis.  "You're
so small and compact... so very adorable..."
   "That's what everyone has been telling me for months,"
the blonde mused.  "But still, I wonder every now and then
what it would be like to have big breasts.  I always waited
for mine to grow, but they never really did."
   "You're just perfect the way you are," Stephanie coyly
offered, now stroking her lover's face with both hands.  "No
wonder everyone here calls you sweet, 'lil Lindsay..."
   "Come here, Jeremy," the 19-year-old said, suddenly
turning her gaze toward me while extending her arm.  "I
think that you should get in here with us, too."

   I smiled, thankful that the two ladies (or at least one
of them) had even remembered that I was in the room, too.
Thus, I slowly went over to the couple and took a seat next
to them.  Lindsay immediately hopped into my lap, and hooked
an arm around my lower back and held on tightly.
   Stephanie giggled and moved closer, and pressed her lips
to Lindsay's mouth for a soft, tender kiss.  My cock was
getting hard as while I watched these two beautiful women
swap their lips and tongues together just in front of me, I
pawed and massaged various parts of Lindsay's petite body
with both hands.  She had the tightest, little ass...
   "Are you sure I'm not ruining your night?" Lindsay asked
us, whining a bit.  "I just want to be sure of it myself."
   Stephanie offered her young lover a look before saying,
"You being here makes our evening a hundred times better."
An instant later, my eyes went wide as Stephanie lunged at
Lindsay - tackling her and knocking her off of my lap.  The
two landed elsewhere on my bed, and then began to forcefully
assault and attack each others' mouths with their own.
   "Oh my..." I moaned outloud, getting a good glimpse of
Stephanie as she hovered over top of Lindsay - on her hands
and knees.  The nightshirt Stephanie had on was riding high
on her hips as she was bent over, and thus, I realized that
the gorgeous brunette was not wearing any panties.

   Perhaps Amy didn't ALLOW Stephanie to wear panties...

   Whatever the case, I had a full erection in no time flat
while keeping an eye on that picture-perfect, little pussy.
At the same time, both ladies continued to kiss, while also
groping and fondling each others' bodies with their hands.
   My eyes went wide as Stephanie began to rip and tear away
at Lindsay's clothing.  First, her tank-top was obliterated.
Stephanie couldn't quite rip or shred her silky shorts, so
she instead slid them down Lindsay's doe-like thighs and
legs, and off.  An instant later, her bra was snatched from
her chest, and then her G-string came off, too.  All of a
sudden, Lindsay was completely nude...
   Her first mission accomplished, Stephanie now sat atop
Lindsay's sternum and looked down at her with nothing but
pure lust in her eyes.  Lindsay returned the fervid glance
with one of her own, while also still holding and squeezing
the 25-year-old's large, full breasts with both hands.
   When Lindsay made eye contact with me, I smiled, taking
that as an open invitation.  I moved forward upon my knees
and with Stephanie's back to me, I hugged her and kissed her
slender neck and shoulders in a caring way.  Stephanie moaned
and tilted her head in response, as I then placed my right
hand over top of Lindsay's and held it as she continued to
fondle the brunette's full, large breasts.
   "Amy was right about you, honey," Stephanie said with a
grin, glaring at Lindsay beneath her.  "We need to get you
into porn with us.  You'd be a big-time star right away..."
   Lindsay giggled and replied, "Thanks for the offer, but I
don't think Trish would approve of that."  She paused and
coyly added, "Jeremy wouldn't approve of it, either.  He's
the one who talked me out of trying porn in the first place."
   "Amy told me all about what happened," Stephanie returned,
shaking her head and then glancing at me for a quick moment.
"Maybe one of these days we'll change your mind about it."
   Lindsay made eye contact with Stephanie and told her, "I
don't think so.  I wouldn't mind being a pornstar but could
not handle everything that went with it.  I don't want to be
recognized by crazy fans everywhere I go.  I... I think the
webcast I did for Amy's website was as far as I'll go."

   To bring the sex (which was imminent anyway) closer, I
took the lower portion of Stephanie's oversized nightshirt
and quickly pulled it up, and over her head.  I yanked the
nightshirt from her body, and tossed it into the corner.

   Now completely nude herself, Stephanie shot me a quick
glance before turning her attention back toward Lindsay.
"Maybe you won't try porn, sweetheart.  But at least I have
the chance to RAVAGE you for the next several weeks."
   The little blonde giggled once more and replied, "Oooooh,
that sounds good.  I won't back away from that."
   Stephanie smiled in return, then leaned down and placed
her lips upon Lindsay's for a full, open-mouthed kiss.
   I sat back and watched with interested eyes as Stephanie,
who was on hands and knees over top of Lindsay, worked and
explored the 19-year-old's mouth with her lips and tongue.
The best part, however, was that both of their womanly slits
were on total display for me.  Stephanie's pussy was staring
me right in the face as she was bent over, while Lindsay's
thighs were spread wide, practically begging me for a look.
   Finally, I had seen enough.  I could not take anymore of
this.  I unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them downward,
allowing my full, aching erection to pop out and be freed.
I grasped my cock with my right hand and began stroking it,
but then my gaze seemed to focus on Stephanie's pussy, which
looked oh-so-inviting as she wiggled her ass in front of me.
   The two ladies continued to eagerly kiss, now embracing
one another as well, while I slipped my trousers all the way
off.  I tossed them onto the floor, and my shirt was next.
Now nude myself, I got back onto the bed - on my knees - and
grasped my bulging erection once again.
   Then, I moved in behind Stephanie, and prepared to mount
her in the doggie-style position.

   The brunette was so involved in her kissing match with
Lindsay that she had no idea I was behind her.  That all
changed, though, once I drove my erection far and deep into
Stephanie's little, swollen pussy.  She immediately broke
the kiss and screeched out in a fit of mad passion, before
turning and glaring at me with absolute lust in her eyes.
   I noticed just beyond Stephanie's shoulder, Lindsay was
looking up at me with one of her patented, sweet smiles.
Lindsay was so precious to me.  She looked like an angel
with that charming, friendly smile upon her face...
   Returning that grin with one of my own, I then grabbed
Stephanie's hips and held them tightly as I started to
thrust my way in-and-out of her.  The 25-year-old snapped
her head back in response, her long brown hair whipping
about wildly.  Already, Stephanie was moaning wildly.
   Lindsay cradled Stephanie's face with both hands and
pulled it down to her, so they could share yet another
deep-rooted, intimate kiss.  Of course, watching these two
lovely ladies swap their tongues together did nothing but
cause me to become even more excited than I already was.

   Suddenly - and without any warning - I was hammering away
at Stephanie and her sweet pussy as hard as I possibly could.

   The voluptuous brunette broke off her kiss with Lindsay
so she could scream out her erotic anguish and satisfaction
for what I was doing to her.  My whole universe was centered
upon her pussy, and my ability to fuck it as hard as possible
with my cock.  My hands, clutching her ass with a vice-tight
grip, did nothing but aid in my cause.
   "Fuck her!" Lindsay exclaimed, offering a glimpse of her
nasty side, as she looked up at me.  "Fuck her good!"
   Stephanie was moaning and screeching out like crazy,
which was music to my ears.  "OH!  That feels so good!  OH!
OH!  Yes!  YES!  OH YES, DON'T STOP!  PLEASE DON'T STOP!
   Lindsay grabbed Stephanie's chin with her hand and turned
her face toward hers, in order to do some taunting.  "You
like Jeremy fucking you... don't you?  Oh yeah, you do..."
Stephanie nodded her head in response as Lindsay continued,
"After he cums in you, I'm gonna suck his sperm right out of
your pussy.  OH YES I AM..."
   With those words, I let out an excited groan.  Leave it
to Lindsay to get me even MORE excited.
   All the muscles within my body were at work as I pounded
my cock into Stephanie with every fiber of strength I had.
It felt as though my cock could explode within her pussy at
any given moment, but I did my best to prolong the wondrous
feelings and sensations which were swirling throughout me.
Somehow, I needed to make this last...

   However, I couldn't.

   When I felt myself toppling over the edge of release, I
thrusted my way into Stephanie one final time, and buried my
cock there.  An instant later, I roared out like an absolute
madman as my erection exploded within her like a firecracker.
   My world was hazy and disoriented as sperm jettisoned
outward from my cock, filling and flooding the 25-year-old's
womb completely.  At the same time, Stephanie's loud cries
of passion and lust were somewhat muffled because Lindsay
had smashed their mouths together, and was kissing her with
great hunger and intensity once again.
   I was so excited and aroused that it felt like my body
would just combust.  That didn't happen, despite the fact
my heart was pounding within my chest at a feverish pace.
   Everything seemed to slow down, however, once my orgasm
had reached its peak.  It all went downhill from there and
with a deep, exhaustive breath, I finally withdrew my cock
from the tight, unforgiving clutches of Stephanie's pussy.

   Still upon my knees, I took a step back and collapsed
onto the bed... thoroughly satisfied and extremely happy.
I closed my eyes and covered them with an open hand for a
moment, letting the final remnants of sweet orgasm flow and
pass gloriously throughout my entire body.
   I heard some rustling noises, but paid them no attention
as I then arched my back and tilted my head.  With the final
kinks out, I opened my eyes and literally found myself with
a new erection at what I saw happening before me.

                           * * *

   Stephanie was pawing her own breasts as Lindsay's face
was nestled between her thighs, her tongue eagerly lapping
and swiping at that hot, velvety slit.  Indeed, Lindsay was
making good on her promise from just moments ago.  She was
going to suck all of my sperm out of Stephanie's pussy.
   "Oh my..." I moaned outloud, sitting back and keeping an
eye on Lindsay as she continued forth with her oral work.
With my right hand, I reached out and gently massaged the
19-year-old's ass and fingered her pussy, offering both the
same amount of attention.  Meanwhile, I used my other hand
to tenderly stroke her long-flowing blonde hair, as well as
her slender back.  Lindsay was such a total sweetheart, and
I felt as though every inch of her needed to be worshipped.
   The little vixen acknowledged my gentle petting of her by
reaching out with her left hand, and rubbing my knee.  I
smiled in response, but it was rather obvious that Lindsay
was far more interested in delving into Stephanie's pussy.
   She did just that, using fingers from her other hand to
open and spread apart Stephanie's swollen pussy lips.  The
blonde had her tongue buried deep, trying her absolute best
to extract every last ounce of sperm which I had deposited
into her.  Stephanie, of course, was enjoying all of this.
She was still massaging her own breasts while rocking her
face from side-to-side, continuously moaning and screeching.
   Lindsay let out an excited sigh of her own, and then
withdrew her face from between Stephanie's thighs.  My eyes
went wide with unspeakable desire as I then noticed Lindsay
had her tongue out and extended - with a heavy, gooey glob
of sperm directly in the middle of it.  She moved her face
down toward Stephanie, who opened her mouth and gladly took
that delicate, extended tongue inside for a taste.
   The pair of ladies kissed one another for quite some time,
exchanging and sharing that big strand of sperm between them.
However, Lindsay finally let Stephanie have it for herself.
The brunette smiled in response as she guzzled the glob down
her throat, the look on her face saying it tasted wonderful.
   Lindsay turned toward me upon the bed, and her eyes
immediately shifted downward - toward my newfound erection.
She offered me a knowing smile, then used one finger and
pointed directly at her mouth.

   It was obvious what the little vixen wanted.

   Rising up to my knees once more, I grasped my shaft and
moved it toward Lindsay's face.  She settled down onto her
side and an instant later, took my cock into her mouth and
began slurping away on it - as ONLY as Lindsay could.
   "This island is the greatest thing that ever happened to
me," Stephanie mused in a relaxed tone, her hand snaking
around Lindsay's front and squeezing one of her small, taut
breasts.  "This island really is a paradise."
   Meanwhile, I kept an eye on Lindsay and what she was in
the process of doing with my hard, rock-solid erection.  Of
particular interest were her ruby-red lips, which formed a
large `O' around my shaft as she worshipped it orally.  I
smiled at the sight, while also reaching down with my right
hand and gently running my hand throughout her hair.
   "I still cannot believe I met Aimee Embers, and made an
X-rated movie with her," Stephanie continued, tweaking
Lindsay's left breast with her hand.  "Without this island,
it would have never happened.  I love this place.  I love
being able to have sex with such a wide variety of people at
any given time.  Both of you, Amy, Trish, Torrie, Devon,
Pamela... it's just incredible.  Simply incredible."
   She paused and added, "And don't even mention the weather.
I left Connecticut early this morning, and it was 18 degrees.
I got here this afternoon... 80 degrees.  The sun, the ocean,
surf... a beautiful beach.  Paradise, indeed."

   I was particularly happy that Stephanie seemed to enjoy
the island and all its many appeals, but what was currently
foremost on my mind was Lindsay and her turbo-charged mouth.

   Holding onto the base of my cock with her right hand, the
vixen's head bobbed back-and-forth as she greedily sucked
and slurped away upon me.  I still caressed her head with my
hand, but now my own head was thrown back as I moaned wildly.
Lindsay was intent on bringing me toward another orgasm, and
this time, she obviously wanted me to spurt off in her mouth.
   As if the dual combination of oral sex and her little,
pumping hand upon my erection wasn't enough, I lost control
of myself when I looked down and got just a glimpse of
Lindsay as she stared back at me with her puppy-dog eyes.
With that look, she was BEGGING me to unload in her mouth.
I could do nothing but oblige her hot, non-verbal request.
   As I growled out my orgasmic passion, Lindsay kept her
lips sealed tight around my shaft, not wanting any of the
sperm to escape or seep out.  She was successful in doing
so, managing to swallow and guzzle down the whole load.
Meanwhile, Stephanie looked on and smiled in acknowledgement
at what she saw.  It was a touching moment, indeed.

   When Lindsay finally withdrew my wilted cock from her
mouth, I leaned down and offered her a kiss on the forehead.
"I love you, sweetheart," were my heartfelt words, as I then
moved back and settled down upon the bed.
   Stephanie, wanting another piece of Lindsay for herself,
sought the 19-year-old's mouth with her own and kissed her.

                         * * * * *

   When the morning came - after several more rounds of
sexual play with Lindsay and Stephanie, I waited for the
ladies to leave my suite before venturing into the voyeur
room.  It was time to do an "investigation", so to speak.
   What exactly was said - and HOW was it said - between
Lindsay and Pamela last evening?  Was my wife mean-spirited
in the way that she treated Lindsay?  If so... why?
   Since Lindsay said their conversation took place in the
room that she shared with Trish, I went to that monitor and
loaded it up.  However, just before I was about to go back
in time and review the tapes, I realized the monitor was
dead.  It was full of static and total gibberish... telling
me that there was something terribly wrong here.
   Punching the various buttons and controls which eventually
loaded up the "voyeur status page" on the console before me,
it told me that the camera for Lindsay and Trish's room was
"disconnected".  It didn't say "signal lost" or "camera not
responding".  It said "disconnected".  (...)
   I slowly sat back in my chair as my eyes narrowed at the
realization.  Disconnected?  How was that possible?
   Considering all of the cameras which surveyed the girls'
rooms were hidden away in the air conditioning vents, with
their wires held in place with tiny screws, the possibility
of one becoming disconnected... there was no possibility.
Even if the screws came loose over time, the connection and
wire was sturdy enough to hold up for a good year or two.  I
had just checked on everything last month...

   The only way the camera could have been disconnected was
if someone had taken the liberty to do it on their own.

   I loaded up the last bit of reviewable footage for the
room that Lindsay and Trish shared, and the time-stamp on
it said "December 23, 2001 - 8:27pm".  However, a closer
look at the status page told me that the camera had been
disconnected "December 29, 2001 - 4:49pm."  That was just
yesterday... hours after the ladies returned to the island.
   What happened to the footage from December 23rd to the
29th?  If the camera had been disconnected on the 29th,
why wasn't there any film for the prior six days?  It made
no sense to me whatsoever, unless, of course...

   Someone had erased the footage.

   What possible reason would anyone have to do that, though?
The only people who knew about the voyeur room, other than
me, were Lindsay, Pamela and Amy.  Neither Lindsay or Amy had
enough working knowledge of the complicated voyeur room panel
to even know how to erase a tape.  Amy, in fact, had only
been in the voyeur room one time since learning about it.
   Pamela, on the other hand... I had taught her every
little intricacy of the control panel, and how to work it.

   NO!... the thought hit me like a ton of bricks, but I did
not want to believe it.  Was Pamela the one who disconnected
my surveillance camera for Lindsay and Trish's room, and then
erased all its footage for a six day period?  If so... why?
   Being a very cynical type, I wondered if Pamela was doing
something behind my back.  I would normally think it was a
surprise for me, or she had an ultimate good purpose in mind.
   But not this time.  Pamela had snapped at Lindsay last
evening - according to the 19-year-old - about how she
"hogged" too much of Trish's time.  Pamela, Lindsay said,
wanted to spend the evening with Trish - ALONE.
   If indeed, Pamela had severed the camera connection and
erased the room's prior footage... she obviously wanted to
have a private, confidential night with Trish.  Was there
something on my wife's mind that she did not want me to know
about?  Did she talk to Trish about something too secretive?
   If that was the case - because of what Pamela had done to
Lindsay (which, by the way, made her CRY) - I had the sneaky
suspicion that my wife had been up to no good.
   I took a deep breath at the horrid realization, but could
ask myself only one question...

   What did Pamela do behind my back?


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