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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever"  Part 4
Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 07:10:07 -0400
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Forever"  (Part 4 of 25) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   My arms folded, a smile was upon my face as I stood near
the entrance to the recreation room.  Inside, Lindsay was
lounging upon one of the leather floor cushions, a pair of
earphones atop her head, with an accompanying walkman radio
clipped to her belt.  Lindsay's tender body was swaying back
and forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed
whatever music that was playing within her ears.  Up to this
point, at least, she did not know that I was watching her.
   The impending discussion I needed to have with Lindsay was
quite important, but even it took a temporary backseat as I
silently stood there and admired my young wife's beauty.  Of
course, I found myself doing this quite often.
   Even after all the things I have been through with her,
Lindsay still appeared to be nothing more than a delicious,
tempting, innocent little girl every time I laid my eyes upon
her.  Her pristine, long-flowing blonde hair tied into a
bushy pony-tail was enough to drive me insane by itself.
Her hair was so shiny and immaculate; it glowed in the light.
   But there was plenty more - her wholesome, sweet-cheeks
face and her sexy mouth enhanced with its pink, glossy lips.
Lindsay had a smile which could make my heart flutter.  Of
course, one could never forget that lithe, slender figure of
hers.  Was there anything NOT to like about this goddess?
   I guess Lindsay would always feel a bit insecure about her
body, but I absolutely adored her smallish-sized breasts.
They emphasized her youthful look and exuberance to an even
greater extent.  At least, her thoughts of one day having a
D-cup like Amy and Devon had dissipated greatly over the past
year or so.  The last thing she needed was plastic surgery.
I would be most disappointed if she chose to go that route.
   At 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds, Lindsay was the sweetest, most
tantalizing thing in the whole, wide world to me.  Everything
about her - at least in my eyes - was positively flawless.
Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was
even more perfect - if possible - on the inside.  She was a
total sweetheart whose outgoing nature could endear her to
anyone.  She was the type other people gravitated toward.
   Lindsay was my drug... my addiction in life; but there was
no cure.  Of course, I did not want to be cured.  I wanted to
throw myself into Lindsay and luxuriate in her endless charms
from now until the end of eternity.  Even, beyond eternity...
   During my brief marriage to Pamela, I often thought of her
as the matriarch of this island.  Pamela had always been a
very serene and loving sort, and cared for all of the other
ladies just as much as I did.  Our relationship ended in a
tragic fashion, indeed, but I still thought of Pamela as the
matriarch of the island.  I could never bestow that title
upon someone else.  I would forever associate it with Pamela.
   But if Pamela was the matriarch of the island, Lindsay was
surely its princess.  I have often referred to her as a
princess, but never once was that term taken out of context
or exaggerated.  Lindsay WAS a princess.  Not only did she
look like one, but my wife had the inner qualities and caring
attitude that others could look toward and pattern themselves
after - like a true princess.  This planet would be a much
better place if more people in it had Lindsay's personality.

   As she sat upon the leather floor cushion, listening to
her walkman radio with its earphones on her head, I offered
Lindsay yet another smile.  She still hadn't realized that I
was at the doorway, watching her.  I knew I was an extremely
fortunate man to have an angel such as this as my wife.  I
cannot stress how important this one woman was to me.  The
term "love" cannot begin to describe my feelings for her.

   Lindsay wore a white ballet top, which showed a generous
amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders.
The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy,
off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most
appealing.  Her little breasts were jutting outward from
underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed.
I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra.
   In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts
which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along
both her front and back pockets.  The 19-year-old's legs were
trim and slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and
both sported a very rich, deep tan.  Lindsay's legs were so
jet-stream and slender that I often felt like worshipping
them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time.
   Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along
with leather hiking boots.  Nodding, I smiled inwardly,
realizing that Lindsay was already prepared for the tour of
the island today which I had promised our four new arrivals.
Sarah, Jennifer, Erika and Gwen could not to wait to go out
and explore the island - both on foot and in my Jeep.
   But before we went on any sightseeing tours, there was
something very important which I had to discuss with my wife.
I felt a bit nervous about it, but had made an earlier
promise to Devon that I would have this talk with Lindsay.
It was - as Devon said - for my own good.

                           * * *

   Once I stepped into the recreation room, Lindsay turned
her head and immediately offered me that very breathtaking,
light-up-the-darkest-room smile of hers.  I returned it with
one of my own, then grinned a second time and nodded my head
as she flipped off her radio, and slid its earphones off.
   "What were you listening to?" I asked, curious.
   "Britney!" Lindsay replied, a wicked gleam suddenly in
her blue eyes.  "Hmmmmm... I could eat that girl's pussy ALL
NIGHT LONG!  It would be like gourmet cuisine!"
   I laughed at Lindsay's playful words, as the image of her
and the pop diva in such a situation quickly flashed through
my mind.  I would have to remember those words and create a
more vivid picture of the two of them within my mind at a
later time.  Right now, I had to talk to my precious wife.
   "I see you're feeling a little better," I said, taking a
seat behind her on the sofa as I patted her bare shoulder.
   Her legs folded beneath her, Lindsay turned toward me upon
the cushion and nodded her head, a slight frown upon her
face.  "I can't believe that Pamela and Trish turned down our
offer to come back to the island, Jeremy.  I thought they
would jump at the chance to come back.  But, they didn't."
   "Pamela and Trish said they have moved on with their
lives," I nodded, realizing that Lindsay was still feeling a
bit depressed.  After all, the chance of finally being
reunited with her long-lost girlfriend, Trish, had seemingly
just slipped through her fingers.  "It's good to see, at
least, that they don't dwell on either you or I anymore.  I
want both of them to go on and be happy in life."
   Lindsay frowned once more and countered, "I'll always
love Trish, Jeremy.  I don't care how far Cassidy wanted to
drive us apart, or if Trish never wants to see me again.  I
will always love her.  She was my first..."
   "I need to talk to you, sweetheart," I told her, leaning
forward and running my hands throughout her silky-smooth
blonde hair.  "Actually, I just had a rather long talk with
Devon.  She basically coerced me into coming here, and
talking to you."  I looked toward the air conditioning vent
high on the wall, which concealed the room's hidden camera.
"She's even watching us right now in the voyeur room."
   "Hi Devon!" Lindsay smiled at the vent, waving her hand,
before turning her attention back toward me.  "What do you
mean about Devon coerced you, Jeremy?"
   "Nothing bad, really," I responded.  "It was the wrong
word to use.  She wants me to get something off my chest."
   "What is it?" Lindsay asked, suddenly a bit worried.
   "Devon... she says that when it comes to you, Lindsay,
you can do no wrong in my eyes.  Devon says that I will do
anything - no matter what - to get a smile out of you.  In
the process, I don't care about my own feelings.  She says
that I refuse to say anything negative to you, because I'm
afraid that it will make you mad, or angry, at me."
   Lindsay's eyes narrowed as she retorted, "What?  Jeremy,
I don't get mad at you.  I never have."
   "That's Devon's point," I mused.  "She says that I will
do or give you anything you want, and even sacrifice myself
in the process - just to get that smile on your face."
   "Sacrifice yourself?  What do you mean, Jeremy?"
   "Devon was a bit disappointed in me, sweetheart, because
I agreed to bring back both Pamela and Trish to the island
when you asked me to earlier today.  Mind you, Devon has
nothing against either of them.  It's just that I recently
told Devon that I never wanted Pamela or Trish to come back
to the island, and be in our lives again.  I was steadfast.
I was not about to change.  Yet when you asked me to bring
them back - Trish, really - there was no hesitation on my
part.  I agreed simply because it was what you wanted."
   "I don't quite understand what you're telling me," Lindsay
murmured, her eyes still narrow.  "You don't want them back?"
   "Devon was mad at me because I was willing to sacrifice my
own feelings and thoughts just to make you happy, Lindsay.
In many ways, that is a good thing.  I would do anything to
make you happy... you know that.  But in this case, it was a
bit too much.  I don't want Pamela or Trish back here.  I
can't tell you that enough.  I never want to see them again."
   "Why?" Lindsay asked, her voicing cracking, eyes suddenly
tearing up.  "How can you say that about Pamela and Trish?
Trish has always meant SO MUCH to me..."
   Hurt by her expression, I frowned and replied, "I have
nothing against them either, dear.  It was horrible what
Cassidy did to us.  She ripped our lives apart.  But... my
life is different now.  It's better.  I have you, Devon and
Amy.  I just think if Pamela and Trish were to come back
here, we could maybe have problems in our four-way marriage.
I have the feeling that a rift could develop."
   "Why?"
   "I don't know," I told her.  "It just seemed last time
she was here, Pamela was intent on going back to the front
of my life.  She was not about to accept anything less than
being my wife again.  I think if we brought her back - even
if she agreed to being here in a lesser capacity - Pamela
would cause problems.  Perhaps not intentionally, but still,
I think she would.  I don't want to take that chance."
   I paused and added, "And Trish... she loves you so much,
Lindsay.  I'm not sure she would enjoy seeing you be closer
with Devon and Amy.  She could cause us problems, too."
   Lindsay offered a gentle laugh and said, "They wouldn't
cause us any problems, Jeremy.  They could try, but they
would not succeed.  I love you too much, Jeremy.  I love
Devon and Amy with all of my heart.  As far as I'm concerned,
no one is ever going to break the four of us up.  Jeremy, I
just want to be with Trish again.  It's that simple.  But
she does not want to be with me anymore..."
   When I did not respond to her words, Lindsay straightened
up and asked, "What's this about sacrificing yourself for me,
Jeremy, and a smile?"
   I took a deep breath and replied, "I happen to agree with
Devon about that, sweetheart.  Earlier, I should have told
you my feelings about Pamela and Trish instead of immediately
saying that yes, they could come back and be part of our
lives again.  It was my gut reaction, Lindsay.  There was no
way that I could say NO to you.  It's always been that way.
Devon says that I'm too afraid to upset you."
   "Afraid?" Lindsay asked, confused, as she looked up at
the air conditioning vent.  "Get in here, Devon.  You need
to be part of this conversation too."  Lindsay turned her
attention back to me and said, "What are you afraid of?"
   "I don't know.  I... I don't know if being afraid is the
right term.  It's just... I could never hurt you, princess.
I could never turn you down.  I want to make you happy.  I've
given you everything in life that you have ever wanted, dear.
You have never asked for much, of course.  I guess it was
never really a problem until this morning."
   Lindsay shrugged her shoulders and asked, "What am I
supposed to say, Jeremy?  What are you telling me?"
   "Devon says it is like I have this fear that if I upset
you, or hurt your feelings in anyway, you will scream for
divorce and run off.  So, she says I give you whatever you
want.  Devon has no problem with that, because I give her
everything she wants, too.  It's just that this morning, I
was willing to give you something I was dead-set against
having myself - Pamela and Trish.  I don't want them here."
   "Then you should have told me, Jeremy," Lindsay countered,
shaking her head.  "Scream for divorce and run off?  Jeremy,
I love you.  You could yell or scream at me for a thousand
years, and I would still love you.  People who are in love
and married to each other... they have arguments, or things
they do not agree on.  It's part of the relationship."
   "I just know how much Trish means to you, honey," I told
her.  "I seen you crying this morning after watching that
DVD of your first-ever sexual experience with her.  Then you
said you wanted her back... I could never say NO to that."
   "Your feelings, Jeremy, are more important to me than
Trish is," Lindsay said, which caused my eyes to widen.  "I
only wanted her back because I thought it would be okay with
you.  I thought you felt the same way I do.  I want Trish
back; you want Pamela back.  They were torn away from us by
Cassidy.  All of us should really still be together."
   Lindsay paused and added, "But you don't want them back,
Jeremy.  I don't agree with your reasons, though I still
respect them.  No one is ever going to drive me, you, Devon
and Amy apart.  But you feel the way you do, and I respect
that.  If you don't want them back, Jeremy, I could have
lived with it.  I would have been disappointed for a day or
two, but would get over it.   I would not have been mad.
Are... you saying you have a communication problem with me?"
   "It's not that," I told her.  "I should have been more
open and up-front about my feelings right away, instead of
agreeing to bring them back.  That's all."
   "Talk to me, Jeremy," Lindsay responded, shrugging her
shoulders once more.  "If I want something but you are
very against it, let me know.  I'd do the same for you.
Marriage is about both giving and taking.  It's about
sacrifices.  But somewhere, you have to draw the line.  I
would never intentionally do anything, or want something,
Jeremy, that would hurt you.  I could never hurt you.  I...
I just thought you would want Pamela back, too.  I know how
much you loved her... just like I do Trish."
   "I think she would pose a threat."
   "No," Lindsay reiterated, shaking her head.  "As I said,
Jeremy, no one is going to break us up.  But I think Pamela
would just be happy to be here again.  Pamela absolutely
loved living on this island with us.  No matter, though.
Her and Trish turned down our invitation to come back."  She
paused and added, "Does that make you happy, Jeremy?"
   "Yes," I told her.  "I cannot imagine what it would have
been like having this discussion with you now, knowing the
two of them would be here 24 hours from now."
   "We could spend time trying to make you see things my
way, or me see things your way, Jeremy... but we won't.
There is no point to it since neither of them are coming."
Lindsay hesitated before continuing, "But speak your mind,
Jeremy.  You're my husband and I love you.  I'm not going
to become overly mad or angry if you say no to me every
now and then.  God, you've given me everything a girl could
ever ask for in life - and more.  I have nothing to complain
about.  Again, I love you - with ALL of my heart."

   Just then, Devon walked into the recreation room.

   Lindsay turned toward her and offered a spirited, yet
playful glare.  "Just what in the world are you doing, missy,
talking about me behind my back with Jeremy?"
   "It was for his own good," Devon replied, pointing at me,
as she took a seat next to Lindsay upon the floor.  "Me, you
and Amy... I don't think Jeremy can say no to us.  Not just
you, Lindsay, but all of us.  He has to learn to speak up...
especially in a situation where he could wind up hurt."
   "What do you think about Pamela and Trish coming back?"
Lindsay asked Devon.  "What's your opinion on it?"
   "I had a long discussion with Jeremy about that," Devon
answered.  "I told him it was okay with me if they came back
to the island.  I hold nothing against them.  But Jeremy was
against even the idea.  I understand why.  No matter how much
we love each other, Lindsay, problems could still arise from
Pamela and Trish being back.  Little, subtle things, too.  I
may wonder one night why you chose to spend the evening with
Trish instead of me.  Or you could wonder why Jeremy is down
at the beach with Pamela instead of with you, Lindsay.  Or..."
   "That would NEVER happen," I cut her off.  "Even if Pamela
came back, I would want nothing to do with her.  Again, I'm
not mad or angry at Pamela, or hold anything against her for
what happened.  I just want to stay as far away from her as
I possibly can.  Everything else in my life, I've screwed up.
I'm not about to ruin my marriage with you two, as well as
Amy, through my fault, or someone else's."
   "You're not mad because I spent last night with Erika...
are you?" Lindsay asked Devon, her eyes wide.
   Devon shook her head and replied, "Of course not, honey.
I had a talk with Jeremy about that, too.  I told him you
chose a total stranger over us.  But it was okay, because
Erika was something new and exciting for you.  I can't be
jealous because of that.  We brought all the new girls here
for a reason, you know.  I kind of like Gwen myself.  I'm
going to see if I can get a little closer with her tonight.
I trust you won't be jealous of me if I stay with her?"
   "No way," Lindsay answered, shaking her head.
   "There is a possibility I could feel jealous, Lindsay, if
you spent more time with Trish during a day, or even a week,
than me - considering your history with her," Devon remarked.
"I'm not the jealous type, but still, I could feel that way.
That's a little, subtle thing that I was talking about.  I
won't get jealous if you spend the night with Erika or any
other of the new girls.  I know they are just a fling for
you.  Trish was more than a fling.  If you spent too much
time with Trish, I could start to wonder whether or not you
love her more than you do me - because of your history.  And
that could start problems for our marriage."
   "That's crazy, Devon!" Lindsay squealed in response.  "I
love you a million times more than I ever loved Trish.
Nothing will EVER change that - no matter what."
   "It's not a question of being jealous or not for me," I
told them.  "Maybe Pamela wouldn't cause a threat to our
marriage.  Still, I would be very uncomfortable with her
here.  My life is with you girls now... not Pamela.  I
don't want my ex-wife back... it'd be too uncomfortable."
   "I can understand that," Lindsay nodded.  "But you need
to speak up from now on, Jeremy.  We keep telling you that,
but it's the truth.  If we do something, or want something,
we ALL should agree on it.  Not just me and you, Jeremy, but
also Devon and Amy.  We have to be open and honest.  Again,
marriage and relationships are about both giving and taking.
We don't all have to like every little thing, but we should
at least agree on it."  She paused and added, "Devon and I
talk all the time... same with Amy.  We don't hide or shield
our feelings.  You have to be the same way, Jeremy."
   I smiled at her and said, "You're right, sweetheart.  You
always are.  Hopefully, something like this won't happen
again.  I just couldn't turn you down earlier today.  It...
it about tore me up inside when you were crying over Trish."
   Lindsay pouted before responding, "It was really just a
spur of the moment thing.  I don't always feel that way
about Trish.  Watching that DVD, though, makes all those
feelings come rushing back to me.  I always wind up crying."
   "Then why don't you get rid of that DVD?" Devon asked.
   "Gosh, no... I could never do that," Lindsay replied.
"For everyone, their first sexual encounter is so special.
At least, it SHOULD be that way.  I have mine on film, and
can always re-live it.  Neither Trish or I knew that Jeremy
had cameras stashed everywhere back then.  Everything we
did that night was very spontaneous, loving, fun..."
   "Hmmmmm, I see your point," Devon mused.  "I wish I had
my first time on tape, too.  I'd love to re-live it."
   "It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to
get to know them, and a day to fall in love," Lindsay said.
"But a whole lifetime to forget."
   Devon paused and remarked, "I just wish I was the one who
got to take your virginity instead of Trish, honey."  Devon
smiled and added, "You thought Trish was loving with you,
baby?  I'd have treated you a million times better."
   "It's too bad you hadn't come here yet," the 19-year-old
squealed.  "You were still five or six months away from
stepping foot on the island."
   "I wonder whose fault that is?" Devon asked, shooting me
a mean (but playful) glare.  "You should have picked me with
that first group, Jeremy!  I will forever say that."
   "I should have just picked you, Lindsay and Amy, and let
everyone else stay home," were my words.
   "Oh, you don't mean that, Jeremy," Lindsay commented.  "I
know you loved Pamela.  I also think you loved Trish because
she was so good to me.  You and Torrie were close friends,
too.  Stephanie was good for awhile.  Christina and Lisa;
they're just mad at you.  I expect one of these days, they
will call and apologize for what happened over the summer."
   "You left out Cassidy," Devon smirked.
   "I have a good reason for doing so," Lindsay countered.
"I also left out Gianna, Gabrielle and Jessica."
   "It's good to see you didn't mention old Louisa, either,"
Devon snickered.  "I still can't believe you let her..."
   "No!" Lindsay cut her off, holding back a grin.  "Please,
I want to forget about that."
   "I would hope so!" Devon exclaimed, laughing.
   Wanting to change the subject, Lindsay smiled and asked
her wife, "How would you have taken my virginity?"
   "I would have worshipped every single inch of your body,"
the 25-year-old replied, her eyes ablaze, licking her lips.
"I wouldn't have let you orgasm for two or three hours."
   "Be glad Amy wasn't the one who took your virginity," I
grinned.  "She would have torn you apart, sweetheart."
   "Amy has... many times!" Lindsay huffed.  "The very next
day, she was fucking both my pussy and ass with dildos!"
   "And I bet you loved every single second of it," Devon
said, grabbing ahold of Lindsay's chin and turning her face
toward hers.  "Didn't you, honey?  You slutted out for Amy
the very first time she laid her hands on you."
   The little blonde nodded her head and replied, "Yes, I
did.  But I'm still glad my first time was with Trish.  She
was so good and loving that night.  We also talked a lot.
Trish told me that I should expect the unexpected.  Maybe
she helped prepare me for what Amy did to me the next day."
   "I seen that with my cameras live," I told her.  "You
always say that Amy double-penetrated you with dildos.  But
Trish was there, too.  She had one of the dildos."
   "Amy was the ringleader, though," Lindsay said.  "I know
Trish used one of the dildos on me.  But Amy was the one who
was directing things.  It was all her show."  She turned
toward Devon and continued, "Now what's this about you
saying that I can do no wrong in Jeremy's eyes?"
   "You can't," Devon responded.  "None of us can."
   "I don't do anything wrong in ANYONE'S eyes!" Lindsay
informed her, wrapping both arms around Devon's shoulders
and offering her a tender embrace.  "Nothing!"
   "I think you do plenty wrong," Devon countered, a big
grin upon her face.  "You're a horny little slut, Lindsay.
You'll do anything for a cock, or a pussy.  Girls like you
need to be punished, controlled... RE-HA-bilitated."
   "What's wrong with being a slut?" Lindsay asked, acting
coy.  "You're a slut too, Devon.  You go on and on about
what I did with Louisa.  At least I didn't fuck my boyfriend
in the high school auditorium, get caught by the principal
and get expelled for it like you did."
   Devon's mouth twitched with remorse as she said, "That's
wrong, Lindsay.  You shouldn't make jokes about that.  I was
expelled for three months because of that, graduated a year
late and to this day, my parents still hold that against me.
That's why I never want to see them again."
   "Oh, I'm sorry!" Lindsay squealed, embracing Devon even
tighter than before.  "I didn't mean anything by it... I was
just playing around with you.  I'm sorry, Devon..."

   I frowned as I looked at Lindsay and Devon in their shared
embrace.  Indeed, Lindsay did not mean anything negative by
her comment about what happened to Devon in high school.  But
still, she should not have brought that up.  It was something
that Devon did not enjoy being reminded of.  She told me the
whole story during her first week on the island last year, but
it was such a sensitive subject, I never brought it up again.
   Devon's parents were so ashamed of her for getting caught
having sex in the high school auditorium with her boyfriend
that they basically shut her out of their lives from that
point on.  The local newspaper in their Pennsylvania hometown
also got involved, and butchered their family name in the
process.  That only made things worse for Devon.
   But still, with eight years having gone by, it seems as
though Devon's parents would drop the hatchet and move on.
But according to Devon, they are STILL mad at her for what
happened all the way back in 1994.  She was only 17 then...
   I should also point out that Devon's boyfriend was the
one who persuaded her into sneaking into the auditorium.
Devon was against the idea, but eventually gave into her
boyfriend to make him happy.  As things turned out, it was
the beginning of the end of their relationship.

   "I'm sorry, Devon," Lindsay reiterated, holding her close,
with tears in her eyes.  "I shouldn't have said that."
   "It's okay," Devon told her.  "I waited too long for my
parents to forgive me for that day.  Weeks, months, years...
they never did.  So my family is here now, on this island -
you, Lindsay... as well as Amy and Jeremy."  She offered a
faint smile and added, "FurBall the cat, too... I guess."
   "Are you ever going to see your parents again?" Lindsay
asked, concerned.
   Devon shook her head and replied, "I have no reason to.
I went home to Pennsylvania from the island for Christmas
break last December.  I thought after being away from them
for several weeks, they would be happy to see me.  I thought
even more so since it was Christmas.  But it turned out to be
a total disaster.  My mom told me to go back to wherever it
was that I came from.  I... I spent the rest of that week,
including all of Christmas day, in some seedy motel."
   "Why didn't you call me?" I asked her, somewhat angry.  I
wasn't upset with Devon; rather, I was mad at her family.
Devon never told me that they kicked her out of their home
last December.  That was definite news to me.  "I would have
brought you back to the island in a heartbeat."
   "I was visiting my family just a state over, in Ohio,"
Lindsay told her.  "You could have hopped into a car, or
took a bus, and stayed with us instead of some old motel."
   "You were with Pamela, Jeremy," Devon said, looking at
me.  "I thought about calling and asking if I could come
back from Christmas vacation early, but decided not to.  I
thought that Pamela would maybe not like me coming back,
even if she said nothing about it.  It was a chance for her
to finally have some time alone with you.  I... I know how
much I enjoy having time alone with you - what little of it
I can get.  Lindsay likes being alone with you too, Jeremy.
I didn't want to take that away from Pamela."
   "How can parents treat their children that way?" Lindsay
wondered.  "How can they shut them out?"
   "Amy's parents have done the same to her," Devon remarked.
"Ever since she got into porn, Amy says that they refuse to
even speak to her.  Even now that she is retired and will
never return to porn, they still won't talk to her."
   "That's horrible!" Lindsay hissed, shaking her head.  "No
matter what, I know my parents would always be there for me.
And when I have children, I will always be there for them,
too.  Parents should stick with their kids, no matter what."
   "You're lucky, honey," Devon nodded.  "You have a really
good family.  We met all of them during the big wedding."

   Wanting to change (and lighten) the subject, Devon offered
a smile and asked, "Has your sister had her birthday yet?"
   "Alicia?" Lindsay countered, her eyes wide.  "Yeah... she
turned 18 just last month.  Jeremy let me buy her a new car
as a birthday present.  She is totally in love with it."
Lindsay paused and said to Devon, "Why do you ask about her?"
   "She's 18 now," Devon responded.  "Alicia is like a carbon
copy of you, sweetheart.  You and her look so much alike."
The 25-year-old got a nasty gleam in her eyes as she added,
"I think we should bring Alicia to the island.  I bet she
would fit in real good with me and all the other girls here."
   "OHHHHH... you're nasty, Devon!" Lindsay exclaimed, in a
playful manner.  "NASTY!  That's my little sister you're
talking about!"  Lindsay huffed out a breath and continued,
"You bring Alicia up once a month!  Alicia is not like me!"
   "She isn't a slut?" Devon grinned, teasing her.
   "Well... no!" Lindsay grunted.  "Alicia has a boyfriend;
they've been dating for three years.  And even if she wanted
to, I would not allow her to come to the island.  God, Devon!
That's my sister!  I couldn't have her on the island with us,
knowing what goes on here on a daily basis."
   Still in a teasing mode, Devon licked her lips and said,
"I couldn't take my eyes off of Alicia at your wedding, or
the reception, Lindsay.  I was thinking about asking her to
sneak into a dark corner with me.  I would have loved to see
what was beneath that wedding gown she had on.  I could have
made her cream her little pussy SO HARD..."
   "NASTY!" Lindsay countered, gently slapping Devon's
shoulder four times with her right hand.  "NASTY!"
   Devon laughed at Lindsay's outburst.  She simply loved to
tease and chide Lindsay about her sister.  Lindsay did not
like Devon talking in such terms about Alicia, but understood
that it was just a playful game and she meant nothing by it.
Still, such words never failed to get her riled up.
   "You should have heard what Amy was saying about Alicia."
   "OH MY GOD!" Lindsay huffed.  "What?  What did she say?"
   Devon grinned and replied, "Amy was talking about turning
Alicia into her bitch, just like she did with you, honey.
You know - with the use of her whips and strap-on dildos."
   "NASTY!" Lindsay roared, now swinging both hands at Devon
and landing playful blows upon her shoulders in the process.
"You and Amy are NASTY!  JUST PLAIN NASTY!"
   Devon continued laughing at Lindsay's mock rage as she
caught both of her hands with her own.  "Oh... settle down,
you little slut.  Otherwise, I'm gonna have to spank you."
   "Spank me?" Lindsay retorted, struggling for a moment
until she broke free of Devon's grasp.  "If anyone deserves
to be spanked, it's YOU, Devon!  You!"

                           * * *

   The voluptuous blonde grinned and moaned at those words,
then stepped back from Lindsay upon her knees and stretched
forward until she sprawled front-first upon the carpeted
floor.  A smile quickly came to Lindsay's face as well; the
little vixen slipped both of her legs underneath Devon's
pelvis and in the process, raised her ass.  Now, Lindsay had
a prime target for that spanking sprawled across her lap.
   Dressed in a tiny, yellow blouse and a pair of hip-hugging
jeans, Devon grunted and squealed with passionate delight as
Lindsay landed a series of open-handed swats upon her sweet,
upturned ass.  I smiled at the sight - my cock twitching with
life - as Lindsay playfully taunted Devon with her words.
   "Talk about my sister that way!  You're the slut!  You're
the bitch!  You need to be spanked!  Take that!  And THAT!"
   Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Lindsay was
relentless as she continued to pepper Devon's quivering ass
with a succession of swift blows.  There was a maniacal look
in her eyes, but also a smile upon her face, as her right arm
was in constant motion.
   Devon was obviously enjoying this semi-harsh discipline
from her young wife.  Not only was she yelping and squealing
in response, but Devon's ass was now bucking and churning
about in arousal as Lindsay continued with her assault.
   In a moment, however, the 19-year-old finally relented,
but still clutched Devon's ass with both hands and squeezed
it rather thoroughly.  She offered her a spiteful glare,
still muttering a series of playful words and taunts.
   Feeling the need to interject myself into the mix with
these two lovely ladies, I dropped down to my knees from the
sofa and made my way over to them.  Lindsay continued to
mash and maul Devon's upturned ass with her hands, but moved
her head forward and met my mouth with her own for a kiss.
   As a result, her expression softened and before I knew
what happened next, Lindsay's tongue was exploring the
inside of my mouth.  I responded in kind; wrapping my arms
around her precious body and meeting her tongue with my own.
Our mutual kiss heightened in intensity as Lindsay then
offered Devon's ass another series of hard, blistering swats.
   An instant later, I growled in the middle of my kiss with
Lindsay as Devon found the expanding lump within my trousers
with her right hand.  She pumped and frigged it through the
fabric, squealing and moaning herself as Lindsay continued
to administer her some much-needed discipline.
   "What do you think, Jeremy?" Lindsay asked, her breathing
a bit ragged once our kiss was finally broken.  "Does Devon
need to be spanked for talking so nasty about my sister?"
   "I think you BOTH need to be spanked," I told her, a big
grin upon my face.  "God knows you two deserve a whole lot
more spankings than you actually receive - that's for sure."
   "Oh really?" Lindsay squealed, her eyes glowing.  "Both
of us deserve to be spanked?  What did I do wrong, Jeremy?"
   "You were born," I nodded, my tone deep.  "Just looking
at you every single day is enough to drive me insane."  I
patted Devon on an exposed area of her denim-clad ass and
told her, "You were born, too.  That's your biggest crime.
Both you and Lindsay tease me and drive me insane just by
being alive... even when you don't try to do so."  I paused
and added, "Now get down on the floor, Lindsay - right next
to Devon.  On your hands and knees, too.  I'll spank you.
I'll spank both of your naughty asses."
   With a mischievous expression, Lindsay slipped both of
her arms around my body, then trailed her hands down to my
own backside.  "I don't think so, Jeremy!" she taunted.  "I
think YOU'RE the one who deserves the spanking!"
   "YEAH!" Devon agreed, laughing, as she suddenly sat up.
   "Me?" I exclaimed, a little surprised.
   "Yes, you!" Lindsay sneered, now flicking her right hand
in succession upon one side of my ass.  Devon quickly
reached around me and took care of the other side with her
own hand.  The sharp, stinging swats sent a series of erotic
bolts and pleasure shocks all throughout my body
   "Oooooh... naughty boy!" Lindsay teased, laughing, as she
glared up at me.  "You're a naughty boy, Jeremy!"
   "You're gonna get it..." I warned her, shaking my head,
my voice jumping with every landed blow.
   Smiling, Devon removed her hand from my burning backside
and first unbuckled, then undid my belt with both of her
hands.  She pulled both my trousers and briefs down to my
knees, then grasped my rock-hard erection with her right
hand and began stroking away.  "You can keep whacking that
ass if you want to, Lindsay," she said.  "Me, I'm hungry..."

   I inhaled sharply as Devon, who was seated upon her knees,
leaned forward and took my erection into her hungry mouth.
Her blonde head started to bob up-and-down over my shaft at
a maddening tempo, her hand gripping and squeezing its base.
With my trousers and briefs now pulled down to my knees,
Lindsay giggled once more as she now let her hand loose upon
my backside - swatting and slapping it in repeated fashion.
   "Oh, bad boy!  Bad boy!" she taunted me, laughing away.
"You're a bad boy and you need to be SPANKED!  BAD BOY!"
   "You ARE gonna get it," I warned her again.  "Big-time."
   Noises of passion and erotic hunger were coming from deep
within Devon's throat as she continued to bob away upon my
hard shaft.  I could feel her warm, luscious tongue working
itself upon the tip of my cock within her mouth, licking and
swiping it in a heated frenzy.
   Lindsay must have realized that she would get much more
enjoyment out of helping Devon pay oral homage to my cock
than spanking me, because she removed her hand from my ass
and focused all of her attention on her wife.  Lindsay ran
a hand throughout Devon's long-flowing blonde hair, then
leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  It was obvious
that Lindsay wanted a taste of my cock.  Devon giggled for
an instant, but kept her mouth stuffed full with my erection.
   A harsh growl then escaped from my throat as Lindsay
reached down with her right hand and came into my contact
with my aching testicles.  She cupped the delicate flesh in
her (even more delicate) hand, gently twiddling it with her
fingertips.  I closed my eyes and moaned at the sensations,
a wave of mad lust and arousal swirling throughout me.
   Lindsay offered me those sweet, puppy-dog eyes of hers
for several seconds, but soon turned her attention back
toward Devon.  She gave her another kiss on the cheek as the
25-year-old continued to worship my cock with her skillful
mouth.  Devon was no longer frigging the base of my shaft
with her hand.  Now, she was simply deep-throating it.  She
had her nose pressed hard against my pelvis.
   "When are you gonna share, you greedy whore?" Lindsay
squealed at Devon, again, being playful.  "I'm hungry too!"
   Devon shot Lindsay a look, but soon nodded her head and
withdrew my cock from her mouth.  Gripping its base once
again, Devon offered another nod, which prompted Lindsay to
lunge her head forward and slip my erection into her mouth.
   Quite the ravenous type when it came to fellatio, Lindsay
promptly inhaled my shaft and began sucking away upon it.  At
the same time, Devon continued to stroke its sensitive base
with her right hand while eyeing both Lindsay and I equally.
   In an effort to make things more comfortable for both
ladies, I rose up from my knees to my feet.  Lindsay and
Devon responded appropriately, leaving their hunched-over
positions so they could service my cock upon their knees.
Both of them, quite obviously, were used to this position.
Meanwhile, I stepped out of my trousers and briefs, and
kicked both articles of clothing elsewhere.
   Lindsay's head bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection in
quick, furious strokes, while Devon now tickled and caressed
my testicles with her fingertips.  Soon, she slipped her
face in for a closer look, and was leisurely tonguing my
balls in a most exhilarating fashion.
   "Your turn!" Lindsay squealed, withdrawing my cock from
her mouth and offering it to Devon.  The shapely vixen wasted
no time as she quickly engulfed my erection into her mouth
once more.  Now, it was Lindsay's turn to lick and swipe
away at my testicles with her soft, velvety tongue.
   My breathing had become rather labored and I nearly lost
my balance because of the immense amount of pleasure that
was currently swirling through me.
   It was exciting enough when one gorgeous women was on her
knees in front of me, paying homage to my cock.  It was
something even better when there were two of them doing the
pleasurable deed at the same time.  Not even that... but
these two women were the voluptuous, beautiful Devon and
sweet, little Lindsay.

   I wondered if this was Heaven...

   I let out a wild growl once Devon took my cock from her
wondrous mouth, only to then lick it in the open air.  At
the same time, Lindsay used her tongue on my shaft as well.
Now, both of them were swiping away at it in the open air,
their tongues coming into frequent contact with one another.
Soon, both grasped my cock with their hands and concentrated
on sharing a heated, intensive kiss together.
   A short time later, Lindsay broke the kiss and slipped
behind Devon's back, then reached around her with both hands
and squeeze her breasts through the blouse that she wore.
Devon moaned and rolled her head in response, but kept her
eyes trained upon my face as she stared up at me.  I smiled
as I then watched Lindsay slowly but surely unbutton the
front of Devon's extremely snug-fitting, yellow blouse.
   Lindsay squealed and kissed her wife's neck as she soon
slid both of her hands underneath that blouse.  I noticed
that Devon was wearing a white bra, but knew it would be
history before long.  Lindsay would take care of that.
   After Devon's blouse was whisked up and over her head,
she offered my cock a fierce squeeze with her hand before
slipping it back into her mouth.  As Lindsay then unsnapped
Devon's bra and yanked it away, she was already feverishly
working upon my erection with both her mouth and hands.  A
moment later, the 19-year-old was mauling Devon's bare,
heavy-set breasts with both of her own hands.
   Devon grinned and turned her face toward Lindsay, now
gripping my shaft in the open air.  "Would you like another
taste, honey?  Another taste of Jeremy's cock?"
   "OH YES," Lindsay replied, without hesitation.
   "Take all of your clothes off first," Devon instructed
her.  "Maybe you can suck his cock and make him cum, while
I lick your pussy?"  Lindsay nodded wildly as Devon added,
"Let's see who cums first - you or Jeremy.  A bet, maybe?"
   "What type of bet?" Lindsay inquired, already slipping
out of her white ballet top.
   "If Jeremy cums first, I get to spank you," Devon said to
Lindsay.  "If you cum first, I get to spank you.  Deal?"
   Lindsay laughed and countered, "That doesn't sound like
much of a bet.  Either way, I get spanked!"
   "Like you don't deserve it?" Devon asked, reaching around
Lindsay's hips and offering her sweet ass a hard, stinging
slap with an open hand.  "You do deserve it!"
   "You definitely deserve it," I chimed in, nodding my head
at Lindsay.  "Especially after you spanked me earlier."
   "Oh shut up, Jeremy," Devon countered in a foolish tone.
"I may just find the need to spank you again if you don't!"
Together, both ladies giggled at that comment.
   After Lindsay disposed of her ballet top, Devon quickly
smiled and purred while turning around to caress her wife's
smallish-sized breasts with her own hands.  They shared yet
another tongue-filled kiss, then Devon undid Lindsay's denim
shorts and slipped them down as well.  Not surprisingly, the
little vixen was not wearing any panties.  Her shoes and
socks quickly became a distant memory as well...

   Now completely nude, Lindsay offered Devon one more kiss
before pulling back and looking at her expectantly.  Devon
took the initiative, turning around and laying down upon her
back, her head close to my feet.  She motioned for Lindsay
to come closer and the teen-ager did just that, swinging one
knee over top of her face and straddling it.
   Lindsay moaned with great desire as she lowered her tender
pussy to Devon's waiting lips and mouth.  An instant later,
she began to squirm and writhe about in lust as Devon
explored the silken depths of her pussy with her tongue.
Still moaning, Lindsay reached down and grabbed an entire
handful of Devon's blonde hair, showing her appreciation.
   With her opposite hand, Lindsay then turned her attention
to me by grasping my rock-solid shaft and stroking it rather
briskly.  Soon, she wrapped her moist, pouty lips around my
erection and sealed them shut.
   Surprisingly enough, Lindsay went in a slow, leisurely
fashion as her head moved back-and-forth upon my erection,
her hand going with it, her bushy pony-tail swaying about in
the air.  I could tell it was definitely the calm before the
storm, so to speak.  Lindsay was still moaning in response
to Devon, who eagerly swiped at her pussy from below as she
stood on her knees, servicing my shaft.
   "Oh God..." I growled as Lindsay made eye contact with me,
offering her most shy, innocent expression.
   She popped her lips off of my cock, but kept up the great
hand-job while offering me a naughty smile.  A moment later,
Lindsay had taken my full length back into her mouth and was
sucking upon it once again.  Soon, she was pumping my cock
faster and faster, her tongue working upon it furiously.
   Needless to say, I did not have a lot of staying power
left within me.  After the dual blowjob from earlier, and
now with Lindsay sucking my cock by herself, with Devon
also swiping at her pussy just below me... it added up.
   Lindsay sensed my oncoming eruption, because she stuffed
the entire length of my cock into her mouth and offered me
her puppy-dog eyes one more time.  That was the final straw,
because I then growled in heated arousal while my shaft
simply exploded within the confines of her mouth.  It felt
as though I had been overcome with a tidal wave of emotion,
as the feelings of wanton lust rampaged throughout me.
   Lindsay even choked for a brief instant, which was very
rare for her, as I emptied my massive load of sperm into
her awaiting mouth.  Her cheeks billowed-out widely, which
told me that she had not swallowed any of my cream yet.  It,
of course, was being saved for Devon.
   After milking my cock dry, Lindsay withdrew it from her
mouth and quickly raised her pussy from Devon's swirling
tongue.  Next, Lindsay leaned over and attached her lips to
Devon's for a kiss.  Both ladies moaned with intense lust as
they shared my sperm between each others' mouth, their moist
tongues slipping and sliding together as one.  I took a step
back and watched them in awe, my eyes wide, my heart racing.
   "I wanna finish your pussy off now!" Devon gasped, her
eyes focused upon Lindsay, once their kiss was broken.  "I
want to make sure that you get off, too!"
   "69 position!" the little minx suggested.  "69!"

   "My... looks like you three are up to no good."

   Startled, I glanced toward the direction of that familiar
voice - the entranceway to the recreation room - and gasped
at what I saw.  Not only was Amy standing there with a very
beguiling expression upon her face, but she had company.
Our four new guests - Sarah, Jennifer, Erika and Gwen - were
all standing in a semi-circle behind her.  Judging by their
shared expressions...
   "How long have you been watching us?" Lindsay asked Amy,
somewhat curious, but not embarrassed.
   "Oh, a minute or two," the red-head answered, a nasty
glint in her eyes.  "The girls here and I were wondering
when their sightseeing tour was going to begin.  We went
searching for Jeremy, but looks like he has more important
things to do than show the new girls around the island."
   Myself, I felt somewhat embarrassed as all four of those
ladies were staring at me as I stood there without a single
trace of clothing on below the belt.  This was not the way
that I had envisioned introducing each of them to my body.
   "Fucking is very important," Erika commented, as she eyed
Lindsay from head to toe while licking her lips.  Of course,
Lindsay and Erika had a rather eventful encounter with one
another just last evening.
   "I told you that staying here would be like this," Amy
said to the group.  "We have sex in any room, at anytime.
We have sex all over the island, in fact."
   "I see what you mean," Sarah cooed, her eyes fixated upon
cock.  Her intent gaze made me feel a bit sheepish.
   "I've dreamed about living in a place like this my entire
life!" Gwen, the college cheerleader from Tennessee, smiled.
"Sex has always been the most important thing to me."
   "Then why don't you join us?" Lindsay asked not only Gwen,
but the entire group, in a sensuous, lusty voice.  "What
better way to get acquainted than with a big group orgy?"

   I gulped my throat in response to those words, knowing
full well that I would be right in the middle of it.

   "Who cares about some tour of the island?" Jennifer asked,
giggling.  "We can do that anytime."
   "Yeah..." Sarah agreed, smiling.
   Amy nodded her head in approval and proclaimed, "Let's
give Jeremy what he wants... a gang-bang!"
   "Oh my God..." I moaned, as all of the women seemed to
descend upon me at once.  This looked most interesting...


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