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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever"  Part 3
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Forever"  (Part 3 of 25) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   After a good 90 to 120 minutes in the bubble-bath with
Devon, the time was still only 7:30am on this cool, crisp
October morning when we finally drained the tub and dried
ourselves off.  All that was left for me to do was throw on
a shirt and a pair of trousers, but of course, Devon was
far from being ready to emerge from the restroom.
   Quite the glamour model, Devon wanted to style her hair
to perfection and apply the right amount of mascara to make
herself look absolutely flawless for the 10:00am breakfast.
Since this was the first full day on the island for our four
newcomers - Sarah, Jennifer, Erika and Gwen - Devon had taken
it upon herself to make sure that everything - including her
own physical appearance - went off without a hitch today.
   After exiting the restroom, I thought about logging onto
the Internet for awhile to surf around, but instead got
different ideas as the wall panel which concealed my voyeur
room was open.  Concerned for a moment, I rushed toward the
wall and quickly made my way into the voyeur room.
   Inside, I found Lindsay seated at the control panel with
a DVD disk in hand.  My lovely bride had on an oversized
night-shirt, and her hair was an absolute mess.  It was
very clear that not only was her evening with Erika an
eventful one, but Lindsay had also just climbed out of bed.
   "Good morning, Jeremy," she greeted, her smile cheerful
and bright.  "You should have told me that you and Devon
were taking a bubble-bath.  As it turned out, I was too
late.  When I got here, you two were finishing up."
   "Devon and I have been awake for several hours, and in
the bubble-bath for the past two, actually," I told her,
before pointing toward the open wall panel.  "Do me a favor,
dear, and make sure you keep this closed.  We don't want the
new girls to find out about my secret obsession in life."
   "They were all told they can't come into our suite without
knocking and getting permission first," Lindsay reminded me.
   "True," I nodded.  "But still, that doesn't mean one of
them won't pop in unannounced.  I don't want them to find
out about the voyeur room.  So please keep its door closed
at all times."  The wall panel slid back into position as I
pushed the appropriate button for it.
   "Okay," Lindsay countered, her smile genuine and sincere.
"I won't make the same mistake again."
   I looked at the spread of monitors upon the wall, but the
only one which was registering any activity at the current
time was the restroom inside our personal suite.  Devon was
in the gradual process of applying a healthy dose of mascara.
   "There's no one to watch, sweetheart," I told Lindsay.
"Looks like everyone else is asleep.  Why are you here?"
   Lindsay held up the DVD disk which was in her hand, and
waved it before my eyes, a slight frown upon her face.  "I
watch this DVD, Jeremy, about once a week."
   "What is it?" I asked, curious.  "It's not one of Amy's
movies... is it?  I thought I destroyed all of them."
   "It's videotape footage of my first-ever sexual encounter
with Trish," she replied, which caused my eyes to widen in a
mixture of shock and arousal.  "That's right, Jeremy.  This
is when Trish took my virginity."
   "You watch it every week?" I asked her, surprised.
   "Oh yes," Lindsay told me.  "I've had better and much more
exciting experiences, Jeremy, but none of them can come close
to comparing with my first in terms of the special-ness.
Trish was so very gentle and romantic with me.  She was so
caring."  A tear trickled down Lindsay's face as she added,
"Of course, you already know that, Jeremy.  I know you've
seen this DVD many times in the past."
   "I never watched it once," I countered, which surprised
her.  "When Trish took your virginity?  I never watched it.
That was your very first night on the island, Lindsay.  I
was busy with Amy that evening.  I had no chance to watch
what happened between you and Trish live.  And for the
first couple of weeks, I had no chance to review any film.
Whatever I saw back then, it was live action."
   "I can't believe you never seen this disk."
   "I haven't," I responded, shaking my head.  "Honestly.
When I eventually found out that you were a virgin until
coming to the island, I made a promise to myself that I
would never watch any footage between you and Trish from
that evening.  I always thought your first time was sacred.
It wouldn't be right of me to intrude upon it."
   Lindsay offered a gracious, heartfelt smile.  "You're
telling me the truth, aren't you?"
   "Of course I am," I responded.  "I always tell you the
truth, sweetheart.  I would never lie to you."  I paused
and added, "But don't think I didn't WANT to see it.  It
was a little bit of a rough decision at first.  But I just
thought your first sexual experience was sacred, and should
be kept between you and Trish.  That was the clincher.`"
   Lindsay smiled once more and said, "I had it transferred
from VHS to DVD a couple of months ago.  I think it will
keep longer on DVD.  Plus, I like DVD a whole lot more."
She paused and added, "Break your promise, Jeremy.  Stay
here and watch it with me.  I'd like you to see it!"
   I offered a generous grin and told her, "Well... the only
way I would break that promise to myself would be if it was
okay with you.  And apparently, it is."
   "Devon and Amy have already seen this a couple of times,"
Lindsay mused.  "Devon loved it, but Amy said it was too
tame for her.  I like my sex rough, too, but this first time
with Trish... it was so tender and loving.  Very romantic."
She giggled and added, "I actually had to convince Trish to
have sex with me.  She wanted to, but didn't want to hurt my
feelings or make me regret it in the future.  She thought my
first time should be with someone I loved and cared for."
   "And this was just your first night with Trish - ever," I
nodded, finishing her thought.  "I understand how she felt."
   "Trish wasn't aware of the fact that I was ALREADY in love
with her!" Lindsay squealed.  "So my first time was special
that way."  Smiling, my wife added, "I would offer you some
popcorn, but we're not anywhere near the kitchen.  So let's
just sit back and watch the film.  It always makes me cry."

                           * * *

   Once the DVD was inserted into the playback machine upon
the control panel, the main screen on the voyeur room's wall
flickered to life and I could do nothing but smile at what I
saw.  Upon the monitor, Lindsay looked even younger and more
wholesome than she did today (which was definitely saying
something).  Of course, this footage was from 16 months ago -
when Lindsay was only 18 years of age.  Still, it was great
to see such an image of tender, sweet innocence.  This was
Lindsay's first-ever night on the island, as well as Trish's
(and all of the other ladies at the time, for that matter).
   Lindsay had on a fluorescent orange halter-top which
hugged and clutched her nubile young form in a tantalizing
manner.  She also wore a pair of faded denim shorts, along
with white socks and matching sneakers.  Her long-flowing
blonde hair looked fabulous tied into a girlish pony-tail,
with her delicate, slender neck upon total display.
   Standing just a few feet away from Lindsay was Trish, the
very attractive, supremely stacked blonde from Canada.
Whereas Lindsay was petite and frail, Trish was built and
voluptuous.  As a certified fitness instructor, Trish kept
her body in excellent shape.  Her breasts were very large
and pleasing to the eyes, but her smile was what had often
captivated me in the past.  Trish had a wonderful smile.

   "You're a VIRGIN?" Trish asked upon the monitor, her eyes
wide, as she stared at Lindsay.
   The little vixen, who had a rather shy look upon her face
(which I would never see today because Lindsay was so far
advanced beyond that stage), nodded her head in reply.  "Yes
Trish, I am.  I've never had sex with anyone.  So maybe you
can understand why I'm a little bit apprehensive."
   "My God, Lindsay... you're so beautiful!" Trish gushed,
obviously finding it difficult to believe what she had just
been told.  "How can someone like you be a virgin?  Surely,
you could have had your pick of anyone in high school."
   "I did have my pick," was her timid response.  "I just...
I held off on sex.  Many guys wanted to have me."
   "I can see why," Trish nodded, her tone emphatic.  She
paused and then asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend or a
girlfriend?  I guess that's the next logical question."
   "I have had a couple of boyfriends, but no girlfriends,"
Lindsay responded.  "My last boyfriend, Eddie... he gave me
an ultimatum - either have sex with him, or our relationship
was over.  I never dated him again."
   "Good for you!" Trish exclaimed, smiling, as she patted
the innocent sweetheart upon her shoulder.  "You haven't had
any girlfriends, huh?  Yet you come to this island, knowing
what Jeremy expects of us?  We have to bi-sexual and very
open when it comes to sex."
   "I am bi-sexual," Lindsay told her.  "I just haven't got
the chance to explore that side of myself yet.  I've been
attracted to other girls for a long, long time.  In fact, my
first crush when I was in junior high was not on a boy...
it was on a girl.  I was too scared to say anything, though."
   "Do you know what you have gotten yourself into?" Trish
wondered.  "I mean, Jeremy seems nice and everything.  But
none of us really know exactly what he is going to want from
us.  I'm not sure this island is the place for a virgin."
   "I need the money," Lindsay replied, whining a bit.  "It
is the only reason why I'm here.  I need the money.  I could
do so much with half a million dollars.  Even if I get the
consolation prize - fifty-grand - I would still be happy.  I
could buy a new car, go to college, help my family out."
   "All of us need that $500,000," Trish said, her eyes wide.
   "You won't tell anyone that I'm a virgin, will you?" the
18-year-old pleaded.  "God, Trish... it's embarrassing.  I
don't want everyone on the island to know about it."
   "Your secret is safe with me," the Canadian assured her.
"I promise you, honey - I won't tell a soul."
   "I am nervous," Lindsay admitted, her body trembling.  "I
hardly know you, Trish.  I just met you today.  But... I...
I would like it if you had sex with me.  Right now."
   "Sex with you?" Trish blurted, surprised.  "Now?  I... I
can't do that, Lindsay.  I don't want to take advantage of
you that way.  You may regret it in the future... a girl's
first time should be really special."
   "You won't take advantage of me," Lindsay countered,
trying to sound firm.  "How can you take advantage of me if
I ask you to do it?  Maybe... maybe having sex with you will
better prepare me for what will happen starting tomorrow.
You're right - none of us know what Jeremy really expects.
He may turn us into sex slaves.  I hope not, but I don't
want to go to his room one day as a scared virgin."
   Trish giggled and told her, "I've met a lot of guys in my
life, honey.  Jeremy is not going to turn us into sex slaves.
He's way too nice of a guy to do that to us.  I don't know
exactly what he expects, but I don't think it will be that."
   "Please make love to me," Lindsay begged Trish, grasping
her wrists with her hands and squeezing them.  "I... I want
to know what it is like.  I want to become a woman."
   Trish sighed and shook her head before saying, "Honey,
you've never even had a girlfriend.  You've never even
kissed a girl.  I would feel so weird having sex with you.
I would enjoy it, yes - but again, a girl's first time
should be special and memorable.  It should be with someone
that she truly loves and cares about.  You... we just met
each other at the airport in Los Angeles earlier.  I've known
you for what... eight or nine hours now?"
   "I do care about you, Trish," Lindsay remarked.  "I think
it was love at first sight today.  It WOULD be special - you
taking my virginity.  I feel that I can trust you.  If there
is anyone who takes my virginity on this island, I want it
to be you.  It would be so special.  Don't you like me?"
   "God, Lindsay..." Trish whined.  "Of course I like you...
I think you're irresistible!  I just... I don't want you to
look back years from now and say this was a mistake.  I
don't want to be remembered as a mistake.  I just... honey,
you haven't even kissed a girl.  And you want me to..."

   In a very bold move, Lindsay cut Trish off by stepping
forward and pressing her lips to hers for an exploratory
kiss.  Trish looked at her intently for several seconds,
then sighed as Lindsay's tongue sneaked into her mouth.
Trish's body sagged in arousal for a short moment, then she
regained her composure and met Lindsay's tongue with her
own.  The two ladies embraced warmly as their wet tongues
slivered and dueled together for quite a long time.
   "That was nice," Trish groaned once their kiss ended,
her lips hovering close to Lindsay's.
   "It was wonderful!" the teen-ager exclaimed, full of
vibrant energy.  "Oh God, Trish... I never even kissed a
girl until now.  Please make love to me.  I don't want to
have to beg for it, but I will if I have to.  I'll get down
on my knees and beg.  You're so right for me, Trish."
   "No one has ever begged me for sex before," the Canadian
grinned.  "If I like someone and they want to have sex with
me, I've never turned them down.  It's... you're different.
I'm so attracted to you, Lindsay.  But I don't want to hurt
you.  I don't want to..."
   "Please!" the little minx begged.  "Oh God, Trish... I
want you to have me so much.  Please!"  She leaned forward
and pressed her mouth to hers for another feverish kiss.
Trish's resolve was seemingly fading away with every second
that went by.  I watched her hands; she struggled to refrain
from grasping Lindsay's tender, precious ass.
   "Okay," Trish nodded in the aftermath, breathless.  She
looked at Lindsay and said, "For a virgin, you're a little
ball of fire.  I'll make love to you, honey."
   "YES!" Lindsay exclaimed.
   Trish grasped the blonde's arm and pulled her down into a
sitting position upon the bed.  She waved a finger and said,
"I want you to tell me, though, if I make you the tiniest
bit uncomfortable.  If I do something that you don't like,
honey... let me know.  I'll stop."
   "I'll like everything you do to me," Lindsay assured her,
grinning.  "My only request is that you take it slow.  I...
I'm still very nervous."
   "Let me kiss you again," Trish purred, cupping Lindsay's
chin with her hand and then closing her mouth over hers.  In
the voyeur room, I took a deep breath and sighed as Trish
explored the inner walls and tasty recesses of Lindsay's
mouth with her curious tongue.  This time, it was Lindsay
who seemed to melt against her older, experienced lover.
   "Hmmmmm... you're the sweetest thing," Trish purred,
before glancing downward and realizing that Lindsay's hands
were busy squeezing and massaging her breasts.  Trish, who
wore a white tank-top, smiled at her counterpart before
saying, "You like my breasts, honey?"
   "Oh yes," Lindsay replied breathlessly.  "They're so big,
and feel so firm!  There was a girl in high school I knew...
her name was Faith.  She had big breasts too, but not near
as big as yours, Trish.  Anyway, I used to fantasize about
what it would be like to have my face between her breasts."
   "Would you like to try that with me?"
   "Oh God, yes," she sighed in response.  "Trish... can I
ask what your measurements are?"
   "Only if you tell me what yours are," the 24-year-old
grinned.  "It's a two-way street, honey."
   Lindsay blushed at the mere thought.  "I... I... my body
isn't any good, Trish.  I... I don't think that much of it."
   "What?" the Canadian exclaimed, obviously full of shock.
"You don't like your body?  What's not to like about it?
Honey, you're the sweetest little thing I've ever seen!"
   Lindsay pouted and told her, "That's just it... little.
I'm too little.  My breasts are so small."
   Trish shook her head and emphatically asked, "SO?  You
don't need big breasts to have a great body, sweetheart.  I
think your body is perfectly proportioned."
   "I was also thinking about getting breast implants;
especially if I get that $500,000," Lindsay admitted.
   "NO!" Trish told her, shaking her head.  "No!  Lindsay
honey, your body is perfect just the way it is!  You... your
frame is so small and frail.  You wouldn't look right with
bigger breasts.  Implants... don't ruin your body like that."
   "Ruin my body?" Lindsay countered.  "Look at you, Trish.
You have a D-cup, at least.  You look wonderful.  I want to
look like you.  I want a body like yours."
   "My body is also thicker, and I have a good 20 to 25
pounds on you," Trish admonished her.  "I weigh 120 pounds.
There's no way you're over 100, Lindsay.  Big breasts fit my
body.  They would look completely wrong on you."

                           * * *

   "They don't look wrong on Devon," Lindsay told me with a
smile, as we continued to watch the monitor inside the voyeur
room.  "Devon and I are the same height and weight."
   "Don't you get any ideas," I warned Lindsay in a playful
manner.  "I know you felt this way last year, princess.  I
don't want you to start thinking about implants again."
   "I don't want implants anymore," she told me.  "As long
as you, Devon and Amy like me the way I am... there is no
need for me to change.  Still, these little-girl breasts of
mine... I feel so dwarfed around the others at times."

                           * * *

   "My measurements are 38-d, 25, 36," Trish told Lindsay
upon the monitor.  "I think your body is absolutely perfect,
honey.  Will you tell me your measurements now?"
   Lindsay pouted and replied, "32-a, 21, 32."
   "You're gorgeous," Trish smiled.  "I'm going to have to
convince you of that over these next couple of months.  It
would be a travesty if you got implants!"

                           * * *

   "32-a?" I said to Lindsay.  "You've added a full inch to
your bust since last year, sweetheart  You must be happy."
My precious wife simply smiled at me in return.

                           * * *

   Switching back to the monitor, I watched intently as Trish
encircled Lindsay's body with both arms, then offered her yet
another tongue-filled kiss.  It did not surprise me to see
that once more, Lindsay's hands had gravitated toward Trish's
impressive pair of breasts.  She was cupping and squeezing
both of them with wild, reckless abandon, her tongue swirling
like mad upon Trish's through their intensive kiss.
   "You want to take my tank-top off?" the Canadian asked,
now pecking kisses along Lindsay's neck and cheek.  "Maybe
even my bra too, honey?"
   "Oh God, yes..." Lindsay breathed in response.
   Trish scooted back somewhat upon the bed and offered her
inexperienced lover a gracious smile.  "Come on..."
   Lindsay hopped up to her knees and closed the short
distance between herself and Trish.  Very slowly, she
gathered the shoulder straps of Trish's tank-top and lifted
the garment from her body.  Lindsay's eyes were suddenly
locked upon the sight of Trish's bra-clad breasts.  If I
didn't know any better, I'd fear that Lindsay was close to a
heart attack.  She was obviously a virgin here...
   "Take my bra off now," Trish instructed her, giggling.
"Then, do what you said you fantasized about - stick your
face between my breasts, and go to town!"
   Lindsay let loose a long, drawn-out moan, then reached
around Trish's body and undid her bra in back.  Suddenly,
her bare breasts spilled into view.  They were large and
firm, without a single trace of sag anywhere to be found.
Her lush nipples looked most inviting...
   Lindsay seemed frozen in time for a moment, so Trish took
ahold of the back of her head, and brought her face upon her
breasts.  The 18-year-old rustled around for a moment, then
sighed once again as she extended her tongue and offered
Trish's vast, deepened cleavage a long, leisurely swipe.
   "You like my breasts?" Trish grinned.
   Lindsay burrowed her face in even deeper and proclaimed,
"I never want to leave here!"
   Trish giggled once more as Lindsay really started to work
her cleavage over with both her lips and tongue.  Cradling
her head with her hands, Trish was beaming with delight as
she allowed Lindsay to feast away upon her womanly delights.
Inside the voyeur room, my erection was hard, and throbbing.
   Soon, Trish extended one of her own hands and looked at
it tentatively.  I wondered what she was doing for a moment
or two, but then the bombshell reached down and hovered that
hand close to Lindsay's ass.  I suddenly realized that Trish
was trying to decide whether or not she should touch Lindsay
there.  Obviously, she did not want to make her younger
girlfriend feel the least bit uncomfortable.
   Feeling confident, Trish brought her hand to Lindsay's
little ass and patted it gently through the denim shorts she
had on.  When Lindsay offered no resistance - only a gentle
moan - Trish smiled and firmly squeezed the vixen's ass.  In
response, my precious angel groaned and rolled her head.
   "Do you like that?" Trish asked, her hand now gripping and
clutching Lindsay's tender backside in repeated fashion.
   "Uh huh," she nodded in return, before moving her mouth to
one of Trish's plump nipples and sucking on it.
   "Oh yeah..." the 24-year-old growled in response, offering
her first outward sign that Lindsay was pleasuring her.  She
continued to cradle the blonde's head with one hand, while
firmly squeezing her ass with the other.  I could tell that
Lindsay was getting very excited, too.  Her movements were
becoming more animated, and her hunger as she sucked and
slurped away upon Trish's nipple only seemed to intensify.
   In her boldest move yet, Trish's hand moved from Lindsay's
ass to directly between her thighs.  She rubbed the little
vixen there - through the denim shorts - but obviously did
not get quite the reaction that she wanted.

   Startled, Lindsay jumped away from her.

   "Oh, I'm sorry!" Trish suddenly said, both hands covering
her mouth as she looked at Lindsay in fright.  "I... I didn't
mean to scare you, or anything!  I... I... this is a mistake,
Lindsay.  I don't think you're quite ready for this."
   "No..." the teen-ager whined.  "I am ready for it!  I...
you just scared me a bit.  Can you go slower?"
   "I'm going as slow as I can!" Trish told her, about to
whine herself.  "MY GOD, LINDSAY... I've never been more
tender and slow with anyone in my entire life!  But the
first time I touch you down there, you get all scared."
   "It won't happen again," she promised.  "I'm ready now."
   "Don't force yourself to do this," Trish advised her.
"Perhaps you should talk to Jeremy and tell him that coming
here was a mistake.  He seems like an understanding guy.
This whole summer is going to full of sex for us, honey.  I
don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."
   "I am ready for it," she reiterated.  "I just... I need
to get my first time out of the way.  Please?  Please?"
   Trish forged a smile and said, "You don't know how hard
it is for me, honey, to hold myself back right now."
   "What do you mean?"
   "I want to rip your clothes off and make mad, passionate
love to you!" Trish exclaimed, which caused Lindsay's eyes
to widen in shock.  "Just looking at you... you're driving
me crazy!  I seen you at the L.A. airport earlier, and you
drove me crazy then!  You're just too damn irresistible!"
   Lindsay straightened up and said with a confident tone,
"Then rip my clothes off, and make mad, passionate love to
me.  If that is what you want, Trish, then do it."
   "I can't," the Canadian frowned, cupping Lindsay's face
with her hand in a tender manner.  "I want this to be
special for you.  I want to cherish your body; worship it.
But I only want to do it if you are comfortable with it!"

                           * * *

   As I stood in the voyeur room and watched this scene
unfold before me on the monitor, I could not believe how
much Lindsay had changed - in terms of her attitude toward
sex - over the past 16 months.  I realized that I was
watching her "first time", but this Lindsay and the one I
was now married to were different like night and day.
   The present-day Lindsay was, quite simply, a slut.  She
had no limit when it came to sexual satisfaction.  Lindsay
could take on a whole group of people - men or women alike,
or even a mix - and still want more.  She was insatiable.
   Though still a bit insecure about the size of her breasts,
Lindsay was well aware of the fact that she was a beautiful,
young woman.  Even better than that, she was not afraid to
let others know it, too.  Lindsay was more than willing to
flaunt herself, or show off, to get her point across.
   She was completely different than the Lindsay I saw on
the monitor before me.  Just one week removed from her high
school graduation, this Lindsay was very timid and unsure of
herself.  She literally jumped back ten whole feet when
Trish barely touched the area between her thighs.
   I could not believe how much she had changed over such a
short period of time.  Still, this was interesting to watch.

                           * * *

   I was lost in those thoughts for a moment or two, but soon
my attention returned to the monitor as I heard a series of
excited moans and growls coming from its speakers.  Lindsay
offered no resistance as Trish slipped her fluorescent orange
halter-top up, and over her head.  An instant later, she sat
idly by as Trish then unhooked her bra, and disposed of it.
Suddenly, Lindsay's bare breasts were on display.
   "You have a gorgeous body, honey," Trish said, wanting to
re-emphasize her earlier point.  "I can't believe that you
would want to change it with plastic surgery."  She reached
out and cupped those smallish breasts, rolling and squeezing
the supple flesh with both hands.
   "Do you really think I have a good body?"
   "Of course I do!" Trish exclaimed, offering a smile to
boot.  "You don't need to change a thing about yourself!"
   Lindsay pouted and said, "All the guys in high school
wanted the girls with big breasts."
   "High school boys don't know what they want," Trish told
her.  "Plus, you're not in high school anymore.  You're in
the grown-up world now.  There are many people - male and
females alike - who just adore women with small, petite
frames like you.  You just have to find them."
   "I tried to talk to Jeremy earlier," Lindsay said.  "You
know... I think he is a really nice guy, too.  But he seemed
too interested in Pamela.  She's got breasts like you do,
Trish.  I don't think Jeremy is all that interested in me."

                           * * *

   That hurt.

   I looked over at Lindsay as she sat at the control panel,
my expression full of concern.  "I was VERY interested in
you, sweetheart.  But you were talking with Trish and Torrie
that night.  I remember it very clearly."
   Lindsay turned her head and offered me a faint smile.  "Oh
I know, Jeremy.  I was exaggerating a little bit.  I wanted
to get my point across with Trish.  That's all."
   "Pamela and Amy were the only ones who really talked to
me that first night," I told her.  "That's why it may have
seemed that I was more interested in Pamela.  Actually, in a
way, I guess I was.  She was willing to talk to me, as was
Amy.  You, Trish, Torrie and Gianna... not very talkative
during our first evening together.  But still, I was very
interested in all of you.  But I wasn't going to be force
myself on any of you.  I'm not that type of person."
   "It's okay," Lindsay nodded.  "I was just exaggerating."
   Still, it hurt me to hear Lindsay say that she did not
think I was interested in her.  I don't care if the footage
was 16 months old, and it was from her first-ever night here
on the island with me.  That hurt.  It really did.

                           * * *

   Upon the monitor, Lindsay had an apprehensive expression,
but she again offered no resistance as Trish undid her denim
shorts and pulled them down her hips and thighs.  With her
bra already disposed, as well as her shoes and socks, only a
flimsy pair of panties separated Lindsay from being totally
nude.  Overjoyed, Trish licked her lips at the mere sight.
   "I don't see how you've kept this body concealed from
others for so long," the 24-year-old purred, her eyes
flashing with arousal.  "You're so beautiful, honey."
   Trish offered another smile before she rolled Lindsay
onto the comfortable mattress beneath her.  The pair of
ladies then moaned in unison as they shared another heated
kiss, their velvety tongues dancing in a blissful symphony.
Not surprisingly, Lindsay was mauling Trish's breasts with
both hands again.  She has always been that way...
   A moment later, Lindsay's entire body was shuddering with
pure arousal as Trish was splaying tender kisses all across
her smallish breasts, as well as her nipples.  Being very
loving and compassionate, Trish took one of Lindsay's pert
nipples into her mouth and sucked on it gently.  I enjoyed
the reaction she got; Lindsay let out a wild moan as she
arched her neck and back high off the mattress.
   "Gorgeous..." Trish whispered, her tongue now blazing a
hot trail over and across Lindsay's breasts.  She glanced up
at her young lover and said, "Are you really ready, baby?
Are you ready to go the whole way?"
   "With you I am," Lindsay replied, nodding her head.
   "Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime," Trish
murmured, now eyeing the silken joining of Lindsay's thighs -
concealed only by a silky pair of panties.  "Although... once
I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."
   "Do it, Trish," the 18-year-old encouraged.  "Do it.  I
want you to do it.  Show me what it's like to be a woman."

   Instead of jumping right in and letting herself go, Trish
wanted to prolong the moment.

   Now cupping one of Lindsay's breasts with her right hand,
she slowly trailed her tongue down the blonde's quivering
torso.  Trish licked and swiped at Lindsay's midriff for
several seconds, then stopped and planted a series of angel
kisses upon her stomach.  A moment later, she was tonguing
away at her belly button.
   Obviously, Trish wanted Lindsay to receive the maximum
amount of pleasure from their encounter.  I thought she was
displaying a remarkable amount of self-control.  I don't
know if I could be that slow with Lindsay during sex, simply
because the little hellcat always drives me insane.
   "That's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Trish cooed
as she slipped Lindsay's panties down and off, the teen's
body trembling with desire.  Now completely nude, Lindsay
gulped her throat as she stared up at Trish.  "You're the
prettiest girl I've ever seen!"
   All Lindsay could do was offer a nervous smile.
   "Relax, honey," Trish smiled, reaching up and stroking
her face with a hand.  "I know how nerve-racking this can
be.  I remember the first time I spread my legs for someone
else.  I was so scared... but Melissa made it all better."
   "Another girl?  What did she do?"
   Trish grinned once more and replied, "Melissa made me feel
like a princess.  She prodded and teased me with her tongue,
and then, she made me explode in orgasm."  Lindsay's body
shivered as Trish added, "I'm going to do the same to you."
   Lindsay squealed and moaned in response as Trish's head
then settled between her outstretched thighs.  First she
planted a series of tender kisses upon Lindsay's lower
abdomen, then the insides of her thighs.
   But when Trish's tongue made its initial contact with
Lindsay's pussy, the teen-ager let loose with a thunderous
squeal as her slender legs vibrated in the sensations.  Trish
smiled in return, then extended her skilled tongue and swiped
away at those damp, tender folds in a slow, languid manner.
   "Such a pretty pussy," the 24-year-old reiterated, her
tongue constantly swirling.  "I shouldn't have expected
anything less from you, sweetheart.  Your whole body is one
complete thing of beauty.  Oh wow..." Trish murmured,
extending her tongue fully and licking the full length of
her exposed slit.  "Your pussy is delicious, too!"
   "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, her eyes wide, both hands
upon her own breasts as her body writhed and squirmed about.
"Oh God, Trish... that feels so good!"
   "Hmmmmm, you taste good!" she reiterated, her soft tongue
now offering a series of full, loving swipes upon Lindsay's
folds.  "You even smell good.  You're so precious, honey."

   Trish may have taken the route of providing excessive
compliments, but Lindsay surely did not seem to mind.  I
think it was good that Trish was so very complimentive, too.
Lindsay was at a point in her life where she needed to build
confidence in herself, and have some assurance from others.
Trish was doing an excellent job in both regards.

   "Tell me if you like this," the Canadian murmured, her
tongue now jabbing and poking at Lindsay's little nub of a
clitoris.  Immediately, the excited young blonde began to
wail out in extreme, lustful pleasure.  "Hmmmmm... I guess
I'll take that as a `yes'."  Trish giggled and coyly asked,
"Are you enjoying yourself, sweet princess?"
   "God, yes!" Lindsay replied.  "YESSSSS!"
   "How you stayed a virgin this long is beyond me," Trish
smiled, shaking her head.  "I'm glad to be your first,
though.  I want you to enjoy yourself."
   "I am, Trish!  I AM..."
   "Let's help you GET OFF, now."
   Lindsay's entire body started to buck and churn about
upon the bed in unspeakable desire as Trish really bared
down on her pussy with her lips and tongue.  For a brief
moment, she took Lindsay's clitoris into her mouth and
nibbled upon it ever-so-gently.
   The little minx's body was thrashing about so wildly upon
the bed that Trish had to place both hands upon her hips in
an attempt to hold her still.  She jabbed at that clitoris
with her tongue, teasing and playing with it, while Lindsay
continued to shudder and vibrate in ultimate passion.
   She really seemed to go off the deep end once Trish parted
the sweet, delicate folds of her pussy with a pair of
fingers, and inserted her tongue for a luscious taste.
   "OH GOD!" my Heaven-sent angel screamed out, her movements
becoming too strong and frenzied for even the stronger, very
athletically-inclined Trish to handle.  "OH GOD... WHAT IS
HAPPENING?  I... FIRE!  FIRE!  MY PUSSY IS ON _FIRE_!"
   Since she was in the process of losing her virginity, it
did not take a great deal of work from Trish for Lindsay to
experience her first orgasm.  She withdrew her tongue from
the silken depths of Lindsay's pussy, then concentrated on
her clitoris once again.  Trish swirled her tongue in hot
circles around it, wanting her young lover to explode.
   "OH MY _GODDDDD_!" Lindsay suddenly screamed, her thighs
clenched tightly upon Trish's blonde head.  "I'M... IT'S...
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
   The juices of sweet orgasm were flowing from Lindsay's
pussy as if a river dam had burst.  She was grabbing her
breasts, squeezing them with all of her strength, as her
cries and screams of intense passion echoed throughout the
room they shared together.  Trish's tongue was lapping up
the luscious fruits of her labor, and did not stop until
Lindsay's overheated slit had finally run dry...

                           * * *

   In the moments following that monumental orgasm, Trish
moved up Lindsay's body and kissed her tenderly upon the
mouth.  The two ladies glanced at each other and smiled once
their kiss ended, then Trish placed the side of her face
upon Lindsay's and laid down with her upon the bed.
   "That was... it was... AWESOME..." the teen-ager groaned.
   Trish smiled and offered Lindsay, whose body was glowing,
another kiss on the lips.  "You were awesome, honey."  The
voluptuous siren smiled once more and said, "Now I have all
night to teach you how to eat a woman's pussy - MINE!"
   All Lindsay could do in response to those words was moan
and lick her lips in anticipation...

                           * * *

   Needless to say, I had an incredible erection as I stood
in the voyeur room.  Having just watched the footage of my
sweet wife losing her virginity to another woman was more
than enough to drive me well beyond the point of insanity.
   Suddenly, I was in a very carnal mood.  It was time to
take some of this aggression out on Lindsay herself.  Surely,
she would enjoy it!  I could put that little angel of mine
over my knee, and give her a sound spanking.  Then, I had
ideas of pounding her vice-tight ass with my cock.  YES!

                           * * *

   However, all those thoughts seemed to fade away in an
instant once I looked over at Lindsay.  Still seated at the
voyeur room's control panel, she was crying.  My wife was
crying.  Why?  Everything else within my mind went out the
window.  I had to not only find out what was wrong, but also
comfort her in her time of need.  Nothing else mattered.

   "What's wrong?" I asked, full of concern, as I was down
on one knee beside her.  "Why are you crying, sweetheart?"
   Through her tears, Lindsay glanced at me and sniffed her
nose.  "That DVD... it always makes me cry.  Trish was...
she was so g-good to me that night."
   I ran my fingers throughout Lindsay's long-flowing blonde
hair and smiled at her.  "Trish did seem kind of apprehensive
at first, but it turned out to be very romantic and loving.
You've changed an awful lot since that night, dear."
   "Trish made my first time so wonderful," Lindsay pouted,
shaking her head, as she tried to hold back a whole new flow
of tears.  "I loved her so much, Jeremy.  So much..."
   "I know you did," I smiled, now cupping her beautiful face
and wiping away a few of the excess tears with my fingers.
"I always thought that you and Trish were a great couple.
You and her seemed to go together like bread and butter."
   "I miss her," Lindsay quaked, before breaking down and
beginning to cry harder.  "Jeremy, I... I WANT TRISH BACK!"

   Not only did my eyes go wide, but my heart literally
skipped a beat in response to those words.

   Lindsay, in a wondrous show of emotion, wildly threw her
arms around my shoulders and embraced me fiercely.  "Oh God,
Jeremy... I want Trish back!  I need her in my life again!
Please bring Trish back!  PLEASE..."
   I gulped my throat at the situation which I had suddenly
been presented with.  If I brought Trish back to the island,
it would only be right that Pamela could come along, too.
After all, they lived together, and were a package deal.
But I did not want Pamela in my life again.  While on the
subject, Trish was not welcome back in our life, either.

   On the other hand, I promised myself long ago that I would
do whatever it took to not only make Lindsay happy in life,
but keep her that way as well.  She was my little angel.  If
Lindsay wanted something in life, it was my job to see that
she got it.  I was not happy until Lindsay was happy.
   But at the expense of my own psyche?  I feared this day
would come along eventually - Lindsay would break down, and
literally beg for me to bring Trish back into her life.
They had been too close at one point in their lives to no
longer be together because of what someone else (Cassidy)
had done to them.  But even more than that, Lindsay was
overly caring when it came to anyone who was even remotely
good to her.  That was one of her faults; my young bride was
TOO caring - if there could be such a problem.
   The last thing I wanted in my life was for Pamela to make
her return to the island.  I had nothing against her anymore.
I simply feared that she would cause friction in my four-way
marriage with Lindsay, Devon and Amy.  Apparently, Lindsay
did not have those fears.
   Again, there was no way that I could, in good conscience,
bring Trish back to the island but force Pamela to stay
behind.  I'm not even sure Trish would go for that.  She
and Pamela had grown too close over the past ten months.

   Being subjected to Lindsay's cries and sobs as she held
onto me with both arms was breaking down whatever resistance
I had to her pleas.  I could not stand it when Lindsay cried.
It tore me apart inside.  I would always do whatever it took
to make her stop, and feel good again.  No matter what...
   "Please bring Trish back, Jeremy!  _PLEASE_!"


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