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Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever"  Part 6
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Forever"  (Part 6 of 25) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   On this very cold and gloomy October evening, the charming
trio of Sarah, Jennifer and Gwen were all seated together at
the dinner table as I strolled into the common room.  A heavy
downpour of rain was absolutely pelting both the island and
the mansion, but at least it was warm and cozy inside.
   "Hello ladies," I smiled at the gathered group, before
making my way over to the plate glass window and taking a
quick glance outside.  Indeed, it looked dark and dreary.
   "Isn't this great?" Sarah mused, slumping down into her
chair at the table.  The slender, athletic blonde sipped her
cup of hot chocolate and offered a begrudging smile.  "We're
on an island paradise, yet we're stuck in here because of a
massive rainstorm outside.  This is just like New York."
   "It's not supposed to storm in fairy tale land," Jennifer
protested lightly, before turning her attention toward me.
"How often is there weather here like this, Jeremy?"
   "We get our fair share of rain," was my response.  "We'll
also have two or three nasty electrical storms before the
three of you, as well as Erika, return home in a few months.
We are in the tropics, remember."
   Sarah took another sip of her hot chocolate and remarked,
"There were blue skies just earlier today.  We even spent a
good couple of hours at the beach.  I never thought it would
turn so bad, so quick.  Hopefully it will be nicer tomorrow."
She raised her hands and added, "Hey, I guess it isn't so
bad.  Jennifer was nice enough to give me a manicure tonight."
   I smiled at Sarah and asked the group in general, "How have
these past three days been for you?  Has the island and all
the many things here met your expectations?"
   "Oh yes," Sarah answered, as Jennifer and Gwen nodded in
unison.  "You are your three wives are so very nice, Jeremy."
She giggled and added, "That's weird for me to say or even
think of - three wives.  It will take time getting used to."
   "As long as they all love each other - which, apparently
they do - I see no problem with it," Jennifer countered, as
I smiled in return at her.  "Plus, it's legal here.  Right?"
   "What will it take to get some alcohol here?" Gwen asked,
before giggling softly.  "I haven't gotten drunk in what -
four days now.  I haven't gone this long since high school."
   "High school?" Jennifer retorted, looking over at Gwen.
"You're 21 now, right?  How long have you been drinking?"
   "Since I was 16," Gwen told her.  "I know that's young and
all, but I had some older friends where I worked and I just
started drinking with them."  She turned toward me and asked
again, "Can you get me some booze, Jeremy?  Coors, maybe?"
   "The brochure all of us got in the mail said there will
be no alcohol on the island," Sarah reminded her.
   I offered Gwen a friendly smile and answered, "I'm sorry,
dear, but that's the truth.  I don't allow alcohol here.  I
have never been a big fan of it myself."
   "Cheer up," Jennifer told Gwen, who winced momentarily at
my words, while patting her on the shoulder.  "I think it
will be worth it to stay sober for the next couple of months.
We are getting paid three million bucks apiece, you know."
   Gwen narrowed her eyes and commented, "Do you honestly
mean, Jeremy, that you, Lindsay, Devon and Amy never drink?"
   I nodded at her and replied, "Just about.  There was a
time when we were on our honeymoon in the Cayman Islands,
and Lindsay had her first taste of alcohol one night.  She
had a little too much to drink - to say the least.  Lindsay
swore it off the very next morning, because she had a nasty
hang-over.  But that was the only time for her.  As for
myself, I don't drink - never have, never will."
   "What about Devon and Amy?" Gwen wondered.
   I shook my head and told her, "Amy will have a glass of
wine if we go out to dinner on the mainland, but that's it.
She did get drunk that one night with Lindsay, though.  And
Devon?  Devon is like me - she doesn't drink at all."
   "Look how healthy Jeremy and those three look," Jennifer
smirked.  "That comes from a steady diet of fruit punch and
juices, correct?  That, water and hot chocolate is all I've
had so far while here.  In fact, it's all I've been offered."
   "Orange juice is good for you," I told them.
   "Lindsay does have a stash of Mountain Dew," Sarah mused.
"She let me have a can of it this morning."
   "You can't get me some Coors, Jeremy?" Gwen asked, almost
pleading.  "No one here drinks, and that is fine.  But I do
drink.  I may go crazy before heading back home without some
alcohol.  I can keep it in my room."
   "I'm sorry," I told her, wanting to stand firm.  "I don't
allow any alcohol on the island, as both Sarah and the
brochure you received in the mail said.  I don't even allow
Amy to keep a bottle of wine here.  It's my one rule."
   "Is there a reason for that?" she asked, exasperated.
   I hesitated before nodding, "Yes, there is.  I lost a good
friend in high school because he went out drinking one night,
then was in a fatal automobile accident on the way home.  I
seen what it did to his family.  I swore off all types of
alcohol from that point on.  I'm sorry, Gwen, but it is my
one rule.  I don't allow even a trace of it on this island.
But as Sarah said, perk up.  You are getting paid big money -
three million dollars.  Hopefully you can hold up for the
next few months, then you can go home and do what you want."
   "I don't know..." she fretted, obviously unsure.
   "How can anyone start drinking at age 16?" Jennifer asked.
"Never mind that's five years below the legal limit in the
United States.  I don't approve much of it either."
   "A couple of guys I worked with when I was 16 started me
drinking," Gwen reiterated.  "I just became addicted."
   "We all have our addictions in life," Sarah mused.  "I
don't drink myself - never will - but understand all about
addictions.  Everyone has them."
   "What are your addictions?" Jennifer asked Sarah, curious.
   "Sex," she replied, grinning, which seemed to lighten the
mood.  "I just can't get enough of it.  Excluding the money,
sex is the reason why I came to this island."
   "Hmmmmm," Jennifer purred, her green eyes flashing as she
turned her full attention toward Sarah.  "Me too."
   My cock, all nice and tucked away in my trousers, began
to stir with definite life in response to that exchange.  I
offered a smile for both Jennifer and Sarah, before focusing
my gaze upon Gwen.  "I hope you're not mad at me, dear."
   "No, not mad," she told me.  "Not drinking anything for
the rest of the fall will take some getting used to.  But I
am getting paid an awful lot of money for being here, as you
and Sarah said.  I'll do my best to work through it."  She
shook her head and added, "But it's gonna be tough."
   "If you're against alcohol so much," Jennifer said to me,
"why did you let Lindsay get drunk during your honeymoon?  It
was her first time ever drinking anything, you said."
   I laughed gently before answering, "I didn't let Lindsay
get drunk, no.  She and Amy went to some club, and both of
them got blasted.  Fortunately, Amy was able to call Devon
and I, and ask us to come pick them up.  Lindsay was out of
it, though.  She doesn't remember that night at all."
   "Were you mad at either of them?" Sarah wondered.
   "Disappointed, not mad," I answered.  "Amy is old enough
and mature enough to make her own decisions in life, but I
did not like the fact that she let Lindsay go on a drinking
rampage like that.  Lindsay is only 19 and in my book, she
is not old enough to drink.  Amy knows that I am against it
in general, and why I am against it - because of my friend
from high school.  I thought it was a little irresponsible on
Amy's part, knowing Lindsay had never tasted any of that
stuff before.  The two of them could have gotten into some
serious trouble that night with a couple of more glasses."
   "I got a girl drunk once when I was in high school," Gwen
purred, grinning.  "I got her drunk, and took advantage."
   Sarah squealed and countered, "What happened?  Was she
mad at you about it afterward?"
   "She became my girlfriend," Gwen answered, almost beaming
with pride.  "But it wouldn't have happened without all that
booze.  I woke her up the next morning, licking her pussy.
She did remember what happened between us the prior night.
We dated for like three or four months."
   "You were her first girl?" Sarah asked, intrigued.
   "Oh yes," Gwen told her.  "Mollie didn't even know that
she liked girls until I licked that sweet, little pussy of
hers.  I was the one who got her hooked."
   "I've known many girls in my life that I wished I could
take advantage of, so to speak," Sarah offered.  "I obsessed
over this one girl while in high school for three years, then
finally got up enough courage to approach her one day and see
if she was interested in me."  Sarah pouted and added, "She
laughed in my face and told everyone that I was a dyke."
   "Bitch," Gwen snarled, shaking her head in disgust.
   "It wasn't so bad, though," Sarah sighed.  "I came out of
the closet - finally.  All of a sudden, I had a whole group
of new friends - the bi and lesbian crowd in my school.  I
would still dream and fantasize about Ashley, though.  I was
crazy about that girl, even though she was mean to me."
   "Did anything ever happen of her?" Jennifer wondered.
   Sarah shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Ashley went off
to college after high school graduation.  I never seen her
again."  Sarah paused and added, "But God... I creamed my
pussy SO MANY TIMES just thinking and fantasizing about her."
   Jennifer snickered and said, "I've never really cared one
way or the other if people know that I'm bi-sexual or not.
I have approached many women in my life and have been turned
down every nine times out of ten.  But I don't let it get me
down.  I figure I won't have her if I choose to keep quiet.
If I speak up and she turns me down, I still don't have her.
So... why feel sad or depressed?  I didn't lose anything."
   "Exactly," Gwen nodded.  "You have everything to gain by
telling other girls you like that you are bi, and nothing to
lose.  That's a good attitude.  I think that way as well."
   "What was the one thing that you wanted to do most to
Ashley?" Jennifer asked Sarah.  "The thing you fantasized
about doing to her more than anything else?"
   Grinning, Sarah replied, "I wanted to tie her up and spank
her really bad - because she was so mean to me when I finally
told her about my feelings.  I wanted to spank her, HARD.  I
wanted to tell her how naughty she was."
   "Hmmmmm... kinky," Jennifer said in a dreamy voice.
   "What did Ashley look like?" Gwen wondered.
   "Kind of like Devon, but not quite as busty," Sarah said.
"I guess like Lindsay, too.  But more busty than her."
   "Somewhere in that happy medium," Gwen nodded, smiling.
"Maybe you could spank me, Sarah.  I'm a VERY naughty girl."
   I coughed in response to those words, while Sarah fidgeted
with her cup of hot chocolate, her gaze focused upon me.  "I
think you may have just freaked Jeremy out, Gwen."
   "Freaked Jeremy out?" Gwen asked, her eyes studying the
huge bulge within my trousers.  "Maybe freaked him up - but
not out."  She giggled and added, "Straight up!"
   I swallowed hard, as Gwen's provocative words had sent a
definite shockwave of lust coursing throughout my body.  She,
as well as Sarah and Jennifer, giggled at my predicament.
It had turned into a very awkward situation, but fortunately
Devon entered the common room and broke the uneasiness.

   "Hi there, everyone!" Devon greeted in her ultra-friendly
tone, immediately making her way over to me.  "Hi Jeremy,"
she squealed, leaning upward and planting a series of gentle
kisses upon my face.  I wrapped an arm around Devon's lower
back and offered her a light squeeze.
   "I've always wanted to get married," Sarah mused, her
finger tracing the rim of her hot chocolate mug, as she
stared dreamily at us.  "To be that much in love..."
   "Being married is wonderful!" Devon chirped, a big smile
upon her face.  "I'm sure the right person will come along
for you eventually, Sarah.  Hey... you're 25, right?  It
took me until I was 25.  Jeremy is 28.  Your day will come."
   Sarah offered a faint smile and said, "I hope so..."
   Devon strolled over to the sliding glass door and gazed
out at the torrential downpour of rain.  "Sure does look bad
out there.  At least it's not a thunderstorm, though."  She
turned toward me and added, "You know, Jeremy, that Lindsay
is deathly afraid of lightning."
   "Yeah," I nodded.  "She has resorted to hiding under the
covers during the past couple of electrical storms."
   "Lindsay is 19, right?" Sarah commented, her eyes narrow.
"She hides under the covers during a lightning storm?  Sounds
like she is nine years old... not 19."
   "She has a perfectly good reason for being that scared of
lightning," Devon countered.  "Lindsay was struck by it when
she was six years old.  Ever since then, lightning has scared
her like nothing else.  It's her one phobia in life."
   "Lindsay was struck by lightning?" Gwen asked, her gaze
lowered.  "That... that sounds awful.  It would be enough to
make me hide underneath the covers during a storm, too."
   "Age six?" Jennifer said.  "How did she survive?"
   A cold chill went through my body as I replied, "Lindsay
was very lucky.  If the bolt struck her a quarter-inch away
from where it actually did, the outcome could have been
different.  I... it's hard to think sometimes what my life
would be like if that happened, and I never even had the
opportunity to meet Lindsay."  Suddenly, I felt queasy.  I
had to fight myself from within to not get any worse.
   "You can't think that way," Sarah protested, shaking her
head.  "There are points like that in everyone's life.  Be
glad that she made it through okay.  Lindsay is okay, right?
She sure does seem okay."
   I nodded and answered, "Yes, she is fine physically.
Incredibly lucky, as I said.  Lindsay was home from the
hospital the same day.  It just traumatized her a whole lot.
She was so young for that to happen to her."
   "No wonder Lindsay seems full of energy," Jennifer mused.
"I don't think I've seen her slow down or take a break yet.
It seems as though she is always doing something.  That girl
has electricity running through her veins!"
   "Just don't call her a spark-plug," Devon advised, a
slight giggle in her voice.  "She doesn't like that."
   "Storms depress me," Sarah sighed, turning her head and
glancing out the big glass door.  The rain seemed to be
coming down harder than before.  Sarah took a giant swig
of her hot chocolate and proclaimed, "I'm going to bed."
   "I think I'll go too," Gwen nodded, rising from her seat.
   "Me makes three," Jennifer squealed.  "I think I'm staying
with Amy again tonight."  She turned toward Devon and said,
"You're with Erika, right?"
   "Yeppers," Devon replied.  "And Jeremy is with Lindsay."
   I smiled at those words as Sarah and Gwen first hooked
arms, then exited the common room and ventured off toward
their guest suite that they shared together.  Devon reached
out and patted Jennifer's wrist, saying, "I know where Amy
is... she is talking with Erika.  I'll tell her that you are
waiting for her, if you want to go off to your room."
   "That would be wonderful," Jennifer countered.  "Thanks!"
She rose from her own chair and offered both Devon and I a
gracious smile, then turned and left the common room.

                           * * *

   "How long were you here, talking with the girls?" Devon
inquired, as her and I were suddenly alone in the room.
   "Not long," I told her.
   "Did you talk about anything of note?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and answered, "Maybe.  I don't
know for sure yet, and perhaps I shouldn't say anything at
all.  But Gwen was going on and on about how she wanted me
to get her some beer.  I wouldn't give in."
   "Hmmmmm," Devon nodded.  "I know what you're talking
about, Jeremy.  Gwen was talking to me about the same thing
earlier.  I think she may have an alcohol problem."
   "It's not right to jump to conclusions," I told her.
   "I'm not," the blonde countered.  "But Gwen told me if
she was not on the island right now, she would be going to
school and being a cheerleader both full-time, and working
part-time, with whatever time she has left, getting drunk.
Sounds like a definite problem to me, Jeremy."
   "That's not good," I offered, laughing gently.
   "I asked her what she does in the summer-time when school
is out, and Gwen says she just gets more drunk," Devon added.
"Gwen's too pretty and too young to be going down that road.
Don't give into her, Jeremy.  Don't buy her any alcohol.
Gwen knew your rules well before agreeing to come here."
   "She's a college girl," I mused.  "What do you expect?"
   There was a short pause before Devon changed the subject,
"Is Sarah still your favorite of the new girls?"
   "I think so," I nodded.  "She and I seem to have a lot of
things in common.  She seems a bit lonely... like she is
searching for that special someone to settle down with.  I
know the feeling.  I felt that way for years."  I paused and
added, "I don't have much of a read on Erika or Jennifer."
   "I really like Erika," Devon nodded.  "In fact, her and I
are going to spend the evening together tonight."
   "You said Erika and Amy are with each other right now?"
   "Yeah," the 25-year-old nodded.  "Amy was telling her all
about the porn industry.  Erika seemed to have an interest
in it until Amy told her all the bad things about it.  You
know... Erika is a professional stripper, and all.  A lot of
X-rated actresses start out that way."
   "Erika is not interested in porn anymore?"
   "No... Amy changed her mind about it."
   My eyes narrowed as I said, "Where is Lindsay?"
   "She was laying down in our suite the last time I seen
her," Devon replied, which upset me somewhat.  "How about
that?  Jennifer says that Lindsay is so full of energy and
never rests.  Yet that is what she is doing now."
   Still upset, I quipped, "Eight people on this island, and
the only one who's alone is Lindsay.  I don't like that.  I
don't want any of us to ever be alone - especially Lindsay."
   "It was her own choice," Devon countered, her tone soft.
"Lindsay said she was not feeling all that well.  So, she
wanted to lay down for a little while.  That's all."  Devon
paused and added, "I asked if she wanted some company..."
   "I'm gonna go find Lindsay, and be with her," I nodded.

                           * * *

   After Devon and I parted ways, there was a frown upon my
face as I quickly scurried off toward the private suite that
I shared with my three wives.  I was feeling a bit morbid
inside, simply because moments earlier, I had been reminded
of Lindsay and her fear of lightning.
   The main problem I had was the mere thought that when she
was struck by lightning some 13 years ago, Lindsay's life
could have been over before it ever had a chance to begin.
Just the mere thought of that never failed to make me feel
queasy.  Never mind the fact that if that was the case, she
and I would have never gotten married or met.  My concern was
for Lindsay, and her ability to live a long and healthy life.
   Fortunately, by the grace of God, my princess was able to
miraculously escape any physical harm that fateful evening in
1989.  Still, I always felt bad whenever I am reminded of
that.  What would my life be today without Lindsay in it?

   That thought alone was enough to make me cry.

                           * * *

   Once I reached our personal suite, I realized that there
were gentle sounds of passion coming from within as I stood
just outside the entrance.  Always the very curious type, I
pressed my ear to the door.  Recognizing her unique, delicate
moans, I knew that Lindsay was definitely in there.  There
was some type of erotic pleasure being delivered to her body.
But who was with her?  Which of the ladies was causing her to
moan out in such peaceful arousal?  Amy?  Erika?  Maybe both?
   Needing to know the answer, I gingerly turned the handle -
not wanting to be heard - and opened the door just a crack.
With a clear view of the center portion of the suite, my eyes
went wide in response at what I saw.
   Lindsay - my darling, precious wife - was completely nude
and all splayed out upon the bed, her legs parted and knees
in the air.  She had a hand stuffed between those firm, lithe
thighs, with a trio of fingers massaging the swollen folds of
her tender pussy.  There was no one else in the room...
   Lindsay did not yet realize that I was standing at the
entrance to our personal suite, with the door open just far
enough for to peak in and spy on her.  I smiled inwardly as
my cock began to stir and rustle about within my trousers.
How long had Lindsay been masturbating?  Seconds?  Minutes?
   Whatever the case, I could tell that Lindsay definitely
enjoyed the self-induced pleasure which she was currently
providing herself.  Laying flat on her back, her pelvis was
twitching and squirming about as she busily fingered her
moist pussy.  At the same time, Lindsay used her opposite
hand to cup and squeeze one of her smallish, taut breasts.
It was a private moment, but I felt compelled to watch...
   "Oh yeah," the blonde groaned, as her body continued to
shudder and vibrate underneath her own caresses.  By now,
there was a definite lump within my trousers, and it needed
to be tended to.  I sighed as well, reaching down and
pressing my open palm upon the aching bulge.  I rubbed it,
which helped release some of the tension within myself.  A
hot, hungry mouth would do a much better job, though...
   Lindsay reluctantly withdrew her long, slender fingers
from the silken joining of her thighs, but then smiled as
her blue eyes focused upon the hand-held dildo which was
perched upon the night-stand next to the bed.  She licked
her lips and grinned once more, then took hold of the dildo
and offered it an appreciative glare.
   My 19-year-old bride let loose with a long, drawn-out
moan as she used both hands to position the dildo between
her thighs.  Then, she began to slide its thick tip up and
down the glistening, soaked folds of her little slit.

   I thought for sure that Lindsay was going to pierce her
pussy with that humungous dildo, and go to town with it.
Instead, she did something I never once thought imaginable.

   "Hi Mr. Gordo!" Lindsay squealed, turning her head and
focusing all of her attention upon the teddy bear which was
laying near her hip.  Mr. Gordo, of course, was perhaps my
wife's most prized material possession.  The stuffed animal
had been a fixture in her life since she was a small child.
   "How is Mr. Gordo doing?" Lindsay asked, laying the dildo
upon the mattress beside her left leg and then bringing the
teddy bear to her chest, and embracing it warmly.  Again, I
smiled to myself.  I had never seen Lindsay actually speak
to Mr. Gordo like this before.  I thought nothing of it,
however.  I figured that Lindsay could act a little strange
or weird because she thought she was alone - and no one was
watching her.  Everyone does strange things in private...
   "What was that, Mr. Gordo?" Lindsay chirped, smiling, as
she held the teddy bear's face close to her ear.  "Really?
You'd really do that for me?  OH... you're a great friend!"
   An instant later, my jaw literally hit the floor as
Lindsay used both hands to hold Mr. Gordo upside-down, then
guide its brown, furry face between her widespread thighs.
She let out a pleasure-filled moan while moving the teddy
bear over and across her exposed pussy, its plastic nub of a
nose caressing her little clitoris.
   "Hmmmmm..." Lindsay sighed in response, her hips starting
to slowly undulate once again.  "Oh, Mr. Gordo... you love
my pussy, don't you?"  She giggled and added, "You've ALWAYS
helped me get off like this..."
   Obviously, I watched in shocked silence as Lindsay used
her cherished, life-long friend of a teddy bear to help her
masturbate.  I always thought that Lindsay was perhaps a
little too old to be so attached to a stuffed animal like
Mr. Gordo, but apparently she had a good reason to be.
   "Oh yeah!" Lindsay squealed, her movements and actions
becoming more heated.  "Oh yeah, FUCK ME!  Yes, Mr. Gordo!
Fuck me!  Fuck me with your face!  OOOOOH YEAH... YESSSSS!"
   Indeed, Lindsay continued to rub the teddy bear's face
over and across her puffy, moist slit.  At the same time,
the bulge within my trousers now felt as though it was set
to explode.  I could not believe how incredibly naughty it
seemed for Lindsay to be using her teddy bear in a manner
such as this.  It was very exciting for me to watch, too!
   Unable to control myself any longer, I stepped into our
personal suite and offered Lindsay a big, toothy grin.  I
just had to make my presence known.  "I finally understand
why Mr. Gordo is so important to you, princess..."

   Lindsay sat up suddenly with a look of sheer embarrassment
upon her beautiful face.  Perhaps on instinct, she tossed the
teddy bear elsewhere.  But a split-second later, Lindsay
realized that she had been caught.  I had been watching her.
   "Oh God..." she cried, covering her face with both hands
and shaking her head in shame.  "I... oh God... this is so
embarrassing."  She shook her head once more and whined, "Oh
God, Jeremy... why?  How long were you there?  Why?"
   "It's okay, sweetheart," I offered in my most soothing
tone, slowly walking over to the bed and joining her there.
I reached down and picked Mr. Gordo up off the floor, and
laid it upon the mattress next to Lindsay.  I also realized
that the stuffed animal had a bit of moisture on its face...
   "This is so embarrassing!" she reiterated, still whining,
while looking at me through a sheet of tears.  "I... NO ONE
has EVER seen me use Mr. Gordo like that before."  Lindsay
gulped her throat and added, "It was my secret..."
   Suddenly, I felt awful.  I took Lindsay into my arms and
held her gently, saying, "I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I didn't
come here with the exact intention to spy on you.  I was
just talking with Devon.  She said you were laying down in
here, because you didn't feel good.  I wanted to make sure
that everything was okay... that's all.  But when I got here,
I heard noises from outside the door and peaked inside."
   I retrieved Mr. Gordo with my right hand and placed it
against Lindsay's bare, flat stomach, allowing her to hold
it there.  She clutched it with both hands, but again shook
her head as I slowly but surely ended our embrace.
   "This is so embarrassing!" Lindsay repeated.  "God, please
don't tell Devon or Amy about this, Jeremy!"  She paused and
added, "Devon is always teasing me because I keep Mr. Gordo
here in our room.  Devon would have a field day teasing me if
she knew that I used Mr. Gordo to help get off.  And Amy?
OH GOD... Amy would NEVER let me hear the end of it!  Please,
Jeremy!  PLEASE!  Please don't tell either of them!"
   "Sweetheart..." I offered, grinning, while shaking my own
head at her.  "Your secret is safe with me.  I won't tell."
I kissed her on the cheek and gently added, "I would never
do anything to hurt or embarrass you in front of others."
   "I'm embarrassed now," she fretted, glancing down at the
stuffed animal, before turning her attention back toward me.
"I, oh God... you SEEN me doing that with Mr. Gordo!"
   I smiled and responded, "There is no reason to feel that
way, princess.  I'm your husband, and I love you.  Don't you
remember?  You can do absolutely no wrong in my book."
   "Isn't it kind of weird, though?" she asked, her anxiety
seeming to fade away with my reassuring words.  "I mean...
me, using my teddy bear like that?  Isn't it strange?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and said, "All of us do strange
things at one time or another.  Look at me, sweetheart.  I
spend a lot of time in the voyeur room, watching you and the
others have sex.  That's very strange.  I should be in the
middle of you girls a lot more often than I actually am."
   "You promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked, her eyes
wide, obviously wanting clarification.
   "Of course I promise," I grinned.  "Would I ever lie to
you, sweetheart?  Have I ever lied to you?"
   "No, you haven't," Lindsay answered, taking a deep breath.
   I smiled at her again.  "How long have you been using
your teddy bear to masturbate?"
   She pouted and replied, "Since I was 13 or 14.  Mr. Gordo
was my dildo before I even knew what a dildo was.  He was my
way to get off.  I... I've always loved the feel of his face
on my pussy.  He... can still make me cream my pussy today."
   "Is this the reason you still have him around?"
   Lindsay hesitated, then offered a sheepish grin and nodded
her head.  "Yes, it is.  Ninety percent of the reason, yes.
He can help get me off when I'm feeling incredibly horny,
and there is no one else around."
   I cupped her face with my right hand, and wiped away some
of her excess tears with my thumb.  "I love you, princess.
I think you are so wonderful... you're priceless."
   "You sure you don't think it's too strange or wrong?"
   "Wrong?" I smiled.  "Not at all.  I just think that you
are Lindsay being Lindsay.  I've really come to expect crazy
things like this from you, sweetheart.  Remember what I told
you after you had your little affair with Victoria?"
   "Behind your back?" she pouted.  "Yeah, that I'm a slut."
   "Sluts crave any and all sorts of stimulation," I told
her, reaching for the stuffed animal and stroking its back.
"If Mr. Gordo can help you get off, sweetheart... more power
to you.  You're a slut.  You're an insatiable slut.  I expect
you to do whatever it takes to get any and all stimulation."
   Lindsay hesitated before saying, "I'm a slut for you,
Jeremy.  I'm your slut.  I'm this way because YOU want me to
be.  I'm also this way because I want to make YOU happy."
   I smiled and asked, "Are you saying that you've been
fooling around with Mr. Gordo for the past five or six years
solely for me?  We've only been together 16 months, honey."
   "No, not Mr. Gordo specifically," she replied.  "I mean
everything in general.  I have sex with the other girls, as
well as any guys you introduce me to, because I know it makes
you happy, Jeremy.  I admit that I do enjoy all the extra
pleasure I have in my life.  I enjoy it a great deal.  But
you're all I need, Jeremy.  I mean that - seriously."
   Surprised by her words, I countered, "Devon and Amy?"
   "I love both Devon and Amy very much," Lindsay told me.
"I love them more than you'll ever know.  But I could live
without them, Jeremy.  I really could.  You, though..." she
smiled, "you... I could NEVER live without.  I... I am with
them, and all the others, simply to make you happy, Jeremy.
I know how much you enjoy watching me slut out for others."
   My whole body tingled with positive emotions as I quickly
embraced Lindsay with both arms, and held her tightly.  I
had no idea that she harbored these types of feelings.  She
had told me several times in the recent past that I was
first in her life, and would forever be that way.
   But at the same time, I thought she required more than
what I could give her.  After all, Lindsay was a bona-fide
nymphomaniac.  How could I possibly satisfy her on my own?
   "Don't get me wrong," the little blonde offered, both of
us holding each other tightly.  "I want Devon and Amy in my
life.  I love both of them so much.  But I've thought about
it, Jeremy.  If you were to come up to me one day and say
that I had a choice - either you and no one else, or Devon
and Amy and anyone that I wanted... I would most definitely
choose you.  And I would stay monogamous and faithful to
you, Jeremy, for the absolute rest of my life.  I swear it."
   I grinned and countered, "You need a woman."
   "No I don't," she said, shaking her head.  "Not really.  I
mean... they are nice.  Variety is good.  I love Devon and
Amy.  I want them to be with us from now until the end of
eternity.  But if I had to make a decision between staying
with you for the rest of my life - and no one else - compared
to Devon and Amy and continuing to be a slut, I would choose
you."  She ended our mutual embrace and looked deep into my
eyes, proclaiming, "You're all I need, Jeremy.  I mean that."
   Momentarily stunned by her words, I did not offer Lindsay
an immediate response.  I did not realize that she seemed to
think of Devon and Amy as added luxuries in her life.  It
had always seemed - at least to me - as if Lindsay could not
possibly survive without both Devon and Amy as focal points
of her everyday routine (especially Devon).  But according
to her words, she could.  *I* was all that Lindsay needed...
   "You're all that I think about, Jeremy.  When I wake up
in the morning, I immediately think about you.  When I go to
the beach, I think about you.  When I am with Devon and Amy,
I think about you.  Even the other night - when I was having
sex with Erika - I was thinking about you, Jeremy.  I was
praying to myself that you were watching us with your video
cameras.  I wanted you to get off on watching me get fucked
by that hot stripper."  She paused and added, "Did you?"
   Still unable to speak, I simply nodded my head at her.
   "I love you, Jeremy," Lindsay continued.  "I love you SO
much.  I think about you constantly.  You're always on my
mind.  Even when Erika made me scream out in orgasm - that
exact moment - I was STILL thinking about you."  She smiled
and added, "I envisioned you cumming all over your hand...
and what it would taste like, if I were clean it up."
   I continued to stare at her in utter silence.  What she
was saying went against everything I had tried to provide
her with over the past 16 months.  All of these other women
were here - including Devon and Amy - to make Lindsay happy.
Yet all along, I could have had a one-on-one relationship
with Lindsay.  We could have run off and been happy together.
   "You've always said that you need Devon in your life,
Jeremy," Lindsay pouted.  "You've always told her that.  I
love Devon, as well as Amy, and want them to stay with us."
She hesitated and asked, "But could I keep you happy by
myself, Jeremy?  I mean, if things were that way?  Would I
be enough for you, like you would be for me?  Or would you
need more?  Would you need Devon and Amy, too?"
   I shook my head and answered, "No, of course not.  I want
them to be in our lives, too.  I love Devon way more than I
ever did Pamela - and I married Pamela.  But I don't need
Devon or Amy.  The only person I need," I smiled at her,
"well... I'm looking at her right now.  She's a princess."
   Lindsay let out a groan and threw both arms around my
neck and shoulders, embracing me tightly.  "Oh... that's so
good and reassuring to hear.  I used to think that I needed
Devon as much as I do you, Jeremy.  I guess I felt that way
for a long time.  But ever since you and I got married back
in July, things have changed.  You are much more important
to me than Devon or Amy is.  I never thought I would feel so
strongly about someone, especially at my age.  Look at me -
I'm 19.  I always thought I wouldn't settle down and get
married until I was at least 25.  You changed that, Jeremy.
You make me so happy... you're all I need."
   I ended our embrace and stared deep into her eyes.  "I
can't believe, sweetheart, that you could possibly survive
the rest of your life without at least another woman in it."
   "I could," she nodded, sounding firm.  "I really could.
I would miss a woman's touch, but if you wanted me to, I
could live without them.  As long as I have you, Jeremy, I
would be very happy, content and satisfied."
   "Satisfied?" I countered, surprised.  "This coming from
the orgy princess?  A big group of girls can't satisfy you.
How can I satisfy your needs all by myself?"
   "You can, Jeremy," Lindsay smiled.  "You always do."  She
paused and continued, "I know that Devon has been saying a
lot of things to you lately, Jeremy.  I've never been as
open with my feelings as she is.  But I want you to know one
thing: NO ONE can ever love you as much as I do.  NO ONE,
Jeremy.  No one can possibly treat you any better than I do.
I know Devon has basically said the same things to you these
past couple of days, but she's wrong, and I'm right.  No one
loves you as much as I do, and I mean that.  I may be your
princess, but you're my prince.  Or better yet, my knight!"
   "Sir Cum-alot?" I grinned, making both of us laugh.  After
a momentary pause, I went on, "What about Trish?  You were
telling me the other day that you wanted her back."
   "I did, and I still do," Lindsay responded.  "I want her
back the same way I want Devon and Amy in my life.  But I
don't want Trish back at your expense, Jeremy.  Isn't that
what I wound up telling you?  You and your feelings are more
important to me than anything else.  I don't want to hurt
you, or make you feel one bit uncomfortable.  So, no Trish.
And if you wanted, no Devon and Amy, either."
   "I'm not going to ask you to give up Devon and Amy for
me," I told her, shaking my head.
   "I don't want you to," Lindsay retorted.  "I love both of
them very much.  But if you did want me to, I would."
   I smiled at her.  "I would do the same, exact thing for
you, sweetheart.  You're all I really need in my life, too.
My whole purpose each day is to make you smile, and feel
good.  I love to see you smile.  It keeps me going each day."

   Lindsay reclined backward just a bit and offered a playful
laugh.  "How did we get started on a conversation like this?
Just a few minutes ago, you walked in here and caught me and
my dirty, little secret - me, and Mr. Gordo."
   "Teddy bears are not meant to used as masturbation toys,"
I told her, grinning, while eyeing her luscious, nubile body.
She was absolutely flawless - from head to toe.  "Obviously,
they can be.  You've given me ample proof of that, princess."
   "You better never tell anyone," she reiterated, shaking a
fist at me, while smiling at the same time.  "I know... we
were talking about me being a slut.  That's how we started
in about our feelings.  That's the truth, Jeremy.  I have
had sex with all of these people you have introduced me to
over the past year and a half - men and women alike - simply
to make you happy.  I know how much you love watching others
fuck me.  But if you suddenly lost interest in being a
voyeur, it would be okay.  I wouldn't be so reckless.  I
would no longer have any reason to be."
   "You really do all this for me?" I asked, my head tilted.
"What about Victoria?  That wasn't for me."
   "Victoria put her hands on me," Lindsay said, referring
to her one-time encounter with my ex-fiancee.  "It was one
of those days, Jeremy.  I was feeling especially horny and
restless.  I couldn't resist her.  But at the same time, I
honestly did not think you would mind, Jeremy.  I should
have, but I didn't.  It was a mistake, and I'm sorry for it."
   I smiled at her once again.  "That apology was accepted
long ago."  There was a slight hesitation on my part before
I asked, "Will you do me a favor, princess?"
   "What?  I'll do anything for you, Jeremy.  You know that."

   "Show me exactly how Mr. Gordo can get you off."

   Lindsay's face turned red at the mere idea.  "Oh, I don't
know, Jeremy.  It's... that's so private.  I... really don't
mind masturbating for you.  You know that.  But Mr. Gordo..."
   "Show me," I asked again, my tone soft and respectful.  I
kissed Lindsay on the forehead and hushed, "I want to see."
Not waiting for her to answer, I rose up to my knees and slid
in directly behind her back.  Now seated upon my knees, I
placed both arms around Lindsay from behind and gently pulled
her shoulders against my chest.  I kissed the crown of her
head and pleaded, "Show me, princess.  I want to see..."
   Lindsay squealed and fretted about for a moment or two,
but then looked over her shoulder at me and slowly nodded
her head.  "This... I never thought I'd show someone," she
quaked, holding her precious teddy bear to her chest.
   "You can trust me," I told her, my hands sliding downward
and coming into contact with her breasts.  I cupped and
squeezed both of them, causing her to moan out in response.
"Show me how Mr. Gordo helps you get off."
   Lindsay sighed and took a deep breath, but nodded her head
once more.  Holding it upside-down in front of her nude body,
Lindsay eventually moved the stuffed animal inbetween her
spread thighs.  At the same time, I groped and massaged her
smallish breasts even harder than before with my hands, while
splaying a series of kisses along her neck and shoulder.
   "Hmmmmm," the blonde moaned, pressing the back of her
head hard upon my chest, as Mr. Gordo's face brushed over
and across her swollen slit.  "Oh yeah..." Lindsay squealed,
continually rubbing herself, as I retrieved the huge dildo
she had used earlier from beside her knee.
   "Open up," I whispered, moving the dildo toward Lindsay's
mouth.  She parted her lips on request, and I immediately
slipped the dildo into her mouth.  Lindsay turned her head
and looked back at me for a moment, but then began to suck
and slurp on the dildo as if it were a real cock.  The vixen
growled as I then started to thrust the dildo in-and-out of
her hungry mouth at a slow, but steady pace.
   At the same time, I still used my left hand to eagerly
cup and squeeze one of her breasts.  Lindsay's moans and
squeals were becoming more prevalent as the passion level
within her was steadily increasing.  Her movements as she
busily frigged her pussy with Mr. Gordo's face (and perhaps
more importantly, his plastic nose) were becoming more
animated.  And lastly, the sounds of sheer hunger and lust
emanating from deep within her throat as she sucked and
slurped the steel-incased dildo were music to my ears.
   "His nose is what gets you the most... isn't it?" I asked
Lindsay, obviously referring to her teddy bear.  She gave me
a simple nod in response as I watched the plastic nub caress
and stroke her little clitoris.  I kissed Lindsay on the
neck once more, then blew in her ear and nibbled it gently.
   "You know what I want?" I asked her in a whisper.  "After
Mr. Gordo has his way with you, princess, I want to have my
way with you."  I shook my head and added, "I'm gonna fuck
you so hard, baby.  Oh yeah... oh yeah."  Lindsay sucked on
the dildo even harder as I went on, "Isn't that what you
want?  You want me to fuck you?  Oh yeah... you do.  You
want me to fuck you hard.  I know you do.  I'm gonna FUCK
every inch of your body - your mouth and pussy, your ass...
even your toes.  EVERY INCH of your body will be MINE."
   Lindsay was squirming and writhing about in wanton desire
as my words, not to mention Mr. Gordo and the thrusting dildo
within her mouth, had finally pushed her to the edge.  I
jammed the dildo deep into her willing mouth, then moved my
right hand downward and let it re-join my left in giving her
little breasts a feverish, dual massage.
   An instant later, Lindsay squealed upon the submerged
dildo as her entire body tensed up and went rigid against
me.  She then spit the dildo out from her mouth and cried,
"Oh God, I'm CUMMING!"
   I smiled and looked on with adoring eyes as Lindsay
clutched her thighs around Mr. Gordo's probing head, just
before her pussy literally exploded in a sea of passion.  I
continued massaging her breasts as she squirmed about upon
me, her pussy creaming the face and head of her teddy bear.
   Still smiling, I brought a hand to Lindsay's chin and
cupped it in a loving manner.  The 19-year-old responded to
that by sliding my right index finger into her mouth and
sucking upon it.  Her head bobbed back-and-forth upon that
extended finger as the sensations of orgasmic release slowly
but surely began to dissipate within her.

   Once in the aftermath, I withdrew my finger from between
Lindsay's moist, pink lips and moved that hand downward.  I
retrieved Mr. Gordo from the silken joining of her thighs,
then laughed at the mere sight of its furry face and head.
As could be expected, it was saturated with pussy juice.
   "Thank you," I whispered in her ear, kissing it.  "Thank
you for allowing me in on your quote - dirty, little secret.
I love you so much, princess.  You're so precious to me."
   "Are you still going to fuck me?"
   "You know I am," was my response to her hopeful plea.  "I
know it would put a smile on your face.  Remember... that is
what I strive for each and every single day, sweetheart.  I
won't smile and be happy until I know you feel that way."
   "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world," Lindsay
sighed, now resting the back of her head upon my shoulder.
I ran my fingers throughout her silky-smooth blonde hair as
she gently added, "I love you, Jeremy."
   "Sweet princess," I whispered, kissing her head once more.
   "You know what?" Lindsay offered, suddenly sitting up and
turning her face to look back at me.  "I have an idea."  She
rose up from the bed and added, "Before you, as you said,
fuck every inch of my body... let me do something first."
She turned and sashayed off toward the closet, her taut,
naked ass swaying back-and-forth seductively with every step.
   I gulped my throat at the luscious sight and countered,
"What do you have in mind, dear?"
   Lindsay entered the spacious closet and replied from it,
"My cheerleading uniform!"  I sighed at the mere mention as
she added, "You can fuck me in my cheerleading uniform!"
   "Oh God..." I moaned as she then emerged from the closet,
her green-and-white cheerleader uniform in hand.  The little
shell top and skirt, along with the matching panties, socks
and a pair of saddle shoes.  I then noticed that she also
carried a pair of green bows for her hair.  Yes... pig-tails.
Lindsay was going to style her long-flowing blonde hair into
a pair of pig-tails for me.  Pig-tails drove me INSANE.
   "I won't be long, Jeremy," the little vixen said, flashing
me a sweet smile, before slipping into the adjacent restroom.
She stuck her head out for a moment and said, "You think you
are going to fuck me hard, Jeremy?  You got another thing
coming.  I'M gonna fuck you HARDER than I EVER have before."
Her intense tone of voice sent erotic chills right straight
down my spine.  Then, Lindsay grinned and playfully added,
"Maybe you and Mr. Gordo can double up, and tag-team me!..."


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