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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 7 of ??  :  Revised!
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   "Now I know the truth about everything that happened
between you, Devon and Jeremy, I talked with Pamela, and
neither of us want to stay here anymore," Trish said to
Lindsay, her voice low and controlled, as she glared at
the teen-ager in a very disapproving manner.
   "You lied to me, Lindsay.  The Lindsay that I know and
love would never lie to me.  Jeremy showed us the videotape
of your discussion with him, where you basically manipulated
him into allowing Pamela and I to stay.  Then, you go to our
room and tell us that he thought things over and changed his
mind - like that was it, and nothing was wrong.  Pamela and I
don't want to be here under those circumstances, Lindsay.  We
want to be here because we are welcomed and accepted."
   Her head hung low, Lindsay sat upon the carpeted floor
with her legs folded beneath her.  The little vixen had not
said a single word in several minutes, though it was fairly
obvious that she was doing her best to refrain from crying.
Trish stood above her, while I was perched upon the sofa
just off to the side, my arms folded.
   "Pamela and I knew full well even before coming here that
Jeremy still may not want us to stay," Trish continued, her
total focus centered upon Lindsay.  "We understood that, and
were prepared for it.  But I just can't believe the way you
spoke to Jeremy, and then, lied to us.  I'm disappointed in
you, Lindsay.  The person I saw on that television monitor
was not the same Lindsay that I fell in love with last year."
   "I may not be the best of friends with Devon and Amy, but
I know that they treat you very good.  And Jeremy?  Jeremy
treats you like royalty.  You are his precious, little baby.
How can you say those things to him, Lindsay?  How could you
be so cruel and nasty to Devon?  I just don't get it.  If I
didn't know anything about you - just from watching that
tape, I'd say you're a spoiled, little brat.  You didn't get
your way, so you threw a tantrum and started making threats."
   "I don't want to stay here anymore," Trish said, as the
19-year-old began crying.  "Not after what I saw on that
videotape.  It will be much tougher for Pamela to leave, but
she understands Jeremy's feelings, and respects them."  The
Canadian paused for a short moment before adding, "I can't
love you, Lindsay, if you make threats like that against
someone - Jeremy - who is so good to you.  Because before
long, you'd make threats like that against me, too."
   "No I wouldn't!" Lindsay openly sobbed, shaking her head
vigorously.  "It was all a mistake!  A big mistake!"
   "You're still young," Trish told her, "and you obviously
have a lot more growing up to do.  I'm just... I'm really
disappointed in you.  Maybe this will knock you out of my
mind for good.  I cannot believe how insensitive you were.
You were a bitch today.  I don't like bitches."
   As Lindsay continued crying, Trish gave her one more look
before turning and making her way over to me.  She took a
deep breath and said, "Jeremy, Pamela and I will be ready to
leave for the airport tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.  Are
you going to have a chopper fly us there like last time?"
   I nodded my head at her, though my eyes were trained on
Lindsay.  "It will be here at eight o'clock sharp, Trish."
   "I'm gonna go be with Pamela," she told me, before turning
and offering Lindsay one final look.  "Take care of her for
me, Jeremy.  I know you will.  Lindsay is not perfect, yes,
but she is very special.  Take care of her for me.  Please?"
   "I will," I replied in a whisper.
   Trish patted my hand with her own, then smiled and exited
the recreation room.  Now alone with my youngest bride, I
rose up from the sofa and slowly walked over to her.  Trish
was not the only one disappointed with Lindsay.  I was as
well - and the expression upon my face told her just that.
   "I'm so sorry, Jeremy..." she shrieked, her eyes flooded
with tears, while shaking her head at me.  "I'm so sorry..."
   "You and I need to have a little talk," I told her, my
voice stern.  She nodded her head in agreement as I went on,
"I don't appreciate what you said to me earlier.  If I love
you, I will let Trish stay?  That was cold and heartless.  I
didn't even know that you were capable of saying something
like that, or demanding it, from me.  You hurt me, Lindsay.
You really hurt my feelings today."
   "I didn't mean to..." the blonde cried.  "I just... Trish
coming back and all... I just... I don't know.  I don't know,
Jeremy, but it really upset me to see Trish... here, again.
I did... didn't want to see her.  I said that!  I didn't want
her back in our lives!  But she was - and then she started
saying all those things to me.  And my feelings that once
existed for her - they came rushing back.  It hit me like a
tidal wave, Jeremy... it confused me.  I... I loved her so
much at one time.  It's just awful what Cassidy did to us!"
   "I don't care if you're confused or not, Lindsay.  You
don't make threats against me.  You just don't do that."
   She wiped her tears with two fists and took a very deep
breath, asking, "You're not going to tell me the same thing
Trish did?  Are you, Jeremy?  You still love me... right?"
   "Of course I still love you," were my words, as Lindsay
sighed in relief.  "But pull that stunt with me again, and
we're going to have some SERIOUS PROBLEMS.  I'm going to try
and let it go this one time.  But if you say something so
selfish and mean like that to me again - our future with one
another could be in some very serious doubt."
   "You know I love you, Jeremy!" she cried in response.
   "People who are in love together don't go making threats
like that," I told her.  "Maybe Trish is right - maybe your
age has something to do with this.  I like to think that you
are all grown-up and mature.  But you're only 19.  You act
like a 30-year-old some of the time.  Today, you could have
easily passed for a 10-year-old.  A 10-year-old brat."
   "I won't do it again!" Lindsay wailed.  "I PROMISE!  I
just... I lost my mind for awhile!  I was just... I was so
overcome with emotion when Trish was holding me in her arms
earlier!  I was thinking of ways that we could build our
relationship back up.  And then, it really stunned me when
you said neither her or Pamela were welcome to stay with us.
I was mad.  I was... insane, for a short time."
   "I'm good to you, Lindsay.  I always have been.  I would
do anything to make you happy, and you know that.  If you
were to have just come to me earlier and told me how you
really felt about Trish - how much you loved her, and wanted
her back - I probably would have changed my mind."  Lindsay
dipped her once again as I continued, "I would have agreed
to let Pamela and Trish stay with us, though it would have
been on a trial basis - just to make you happy."
   "But no," I continued.  "You went about things the wrong
way.  You come into our room and demand that I let them
stay with us.  Otherwise, you say, I don't love you.  That
is not right."  My voice became more heated as I reiterated,
"I don't want to hear anything like that from you EVER again.
EVER.  Do I make myself clear?"
   "Yes," she cried, nodding her head.  Suddenly, I felt like
a father berating his young child after a mistake.  I could
not believe that I was talking to Lindsay like this, but she
truly deserved a verbal meltdown for her behavior today.

   After a short pause, I took a deep breath and told her,
"You're okay from my end - at least between me and you.  I
am going to try and forget this ever happened.  But you have
a bigger problem to deal with - and that's with Devon."
   "Jeremy, I don't know why I said what I said to Devon!"
Lindsay exclaimed, her cries increasing.  "Even after I said
it, I felt terrible about it!  You know that I love her and
Amy!  You know that I want them to be part of our lives!"
   "I backed you into a corner and forced you to allow Devon
into our marriage?" I countered.  "I don't know why you said
that either, Lindsay.  But you did.  And you hurt Devon very,
very much.  She never did a thing wrong to you."
   "I don't know..." Lindsay balled, covering her face with
both hands.  "My mind was just so jumbled!  I... I didn't
like Devon telling me what I should or should not do.  I
wasn't thinking straight.  I... I'M SO SORRY!"
   "And the other thing you said - we married Amy to be,
quote, nice to her.  What's the deal with that?"
   "Jeremy, I love Amy and you know that," Lindsay told me.
"I wanted her to be part of our marriage more than anyone.
Today has just been the worst day I have had in a long time.
Maybe the worst day of my life!  I... I... please don't tell
Amy I said that, Jeremy.  It would kill her!"
   "I won't," were my words.  "I made Devon, Pamela and Trish
promise to keep quiet about it, too.  Sweetheart, Amy thinks
the absolute world of you.  She has led a very bad life.  She
is a lot like me.  If Amy knew what you said about her, it
would indeed kill her.  YOU are her favorite person here."
   "I am?" Lindsay asked, wiping away more tears.
   "We all have our favorites in this relationship," I said.
"You and I are each others' favorites.  Devon loves me more
than she loves you or Amy.  And you are Amy's favorite.  She
has never said that to me, but it's the truth.  I know it.
Be glad Amy took Kristanna out earlier.  Kristanna is still
new in our lives and didn't need to be subjected to what was
happening with Pamela and Trish, wanting to come back.  I'm
glad Amy took her out on a hiking trip.  Otherwise, she may
have heard what you said about her."
   "Jeremy, I'm crazy about Amy," Lindsay stressed.  "It has
been that way since I first met her!  I love her SO MUCH!"
   "I just don't understand why you said those things about
Devon and Amy," I offered.  "I don't care if you were upset.
You don't say things like that to people you love.  What you
said to Devon, Lindsay, could have ended your relationship
with her.  It was that cold-hearted."
   "I wish I could erase this day!" the teen-ager whined.
   "Fortunately, Devon is a very forgiving person.  I don't
want your relationship with her to end, and I don't think it
will - as long as you apologize to her, and explain yourself
the same way you are doing with me now.  I'm married to both
you and her.  I want us to be happy together - Amy, too."
   "Devon refuses to talk with me now," Lindsay pouted.
   "Keep trying her, then," I advised.  "Start things off by
saying that you are sorry, and want to talk to her about it.
Devon may be angry at you for awhile - she has every reason
to be - but all this will eventually blow over, and things
will normalize as long as you apologize and make amends with
her.  She is not the type to hold a grudge."
   "She's not like you or Amy," Lindsay said, offering a
faint smile.  "God... I'm glad Amy didn't hear what I said.
Amy has been so good to me.  I could never hurt her."  The
little blonde paused and added, "I think the person I hurt
the most today, Jeremy, is none other than me.  Moreso than
you or Devon, or Pamela and Trish.  Me.  I made a horrible
mistake, and I know it.  It hurts me that I hurt so many
people today.  I don't like feeling this way.  It's not fun.
This is one of those days that you wish had a reset button."
A new tear streaked down her face as she concluded, "I'm not
a vindictive bitch, Jeremy... am I?"
   "No," I replied, making a move toward her.  I knelt down
and brought Lindsay into my arms, embracing her lovingly.
She started crying again as I said, "You're not vindictive or
cruel.  Today was a mistake, as you said.  No one is perfect.
At some point in our lives, we all say something that we wish
we could take back.  This was that day for you."
   "I'm so sorry..." she cried.
   "Go say that to Devon, princess," I suggested.  "Explain
yourself to her.  She will forgive you."
   "What about Pamela and Trish?"
   "Forget about them," I told her.  "It's best that way.
Trish is very mad because you lied to her.  I think if she
wants to leave on a good note, she'll approach you before
tomorrow morning.  Otherwise, just forget about it."
   "I wish they never came back," Lindsay whined.  "I can't
believe all the things I said today!  This... it's not me!"
   "Things will be okay," I offered, my voice soothing, as I
tightened my grip around her shoulders.

                           * * *

   Lindsay cried for the next ten minutes as I continued to
hold and caress her, trying my absolute best to be a pillar
of strength for her.  Eventually, I was able to convince my
young wife to collect her thoughts and feelings, and then
sent her off to find Devon.  Lindsay wanted me to go with
her and act as a mediator, but I believed that she and Devon
had to settle their problems amongst one another.
   There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that Lindsay
felt very sorry for all of the hurtful things she had said
to both Devon and yours truly today.  Her spirited display
of emotion over the past several minutes was not one bit
contrived or exaggerated.  It was all heartfelt.
   Perhaps seeing Trish again really did upset Lindsay, and
throw her mind out of whack.  People can do and say things
when feeling distraught that they really do not mean, and
later regret.  I believe this was the case with Lindsay.
   For ten long (and glorious) months, I had watched Lindsay
and Devon share every single day together - happy, laughing
and most of all, in love.  These two were so close with each
other that there really was no possible way that the mutual
love between them could not be overwhelming.  I still felt
disappointed with Lindsay's earlier words, but fully realized
that her mind and emotions were simply not right.
   As I thought more about it, I also came to the conclusion
that there was no way that Lindsay did not love Amy with all
of her heart, either.  As was the case with Devon, I had
witnessed too many touching moments between Lindsay and Amy
over the past couple of months for me to think otherwise.
   As I promised Lindsay, I would do my best to forget the
nasty events of today, but knew that all of it would forever
be entrenched within the far reaches of my mind.  I still
could not believe that she had said those hurtful things to
us.  It was completely out of character for her.

                           * * *

   It was a good hour or two later when I decided to go to
the kitchen and grab a bite to eat.  This day had been so
hectic and crazy - first with Pamela and Trish making their
surprise return, then Lindsay's vocal misgivings - that our
standard time to sit down and have dinner - 7:00pm - came
and went without even a thought.  It wasn't until an hour
later that I realized that I was actually quite hungry.
   After entering the kitchen, I smiled for the first time
since earlier that morning as I found the eye-popping duo of
Amy and Kristanna preparing dinner sandwiches at the counter.
Obviously, both of them had returned from their hiking trip.
   I took a moment or two to admire each of the ladies before
speaking up, and alerting them of my presence.  In my eyes,
Amy was the rough-and-tumble bad girl of our group, with a
rough-edged, do-anything mentality which she applied to all
facets of her life.  I enjoyed that particular trait.
   With her dazzling smile, green eyes and shoulder-length
red hair, Amy was a truly beautiful young woman.  She had a
spectacular, very curvaceous figure, which had been toned to
perfection during her prior careers as a pornstar and exotic
dancer.  But most of all, Amy was the ultimate flirt and was
not one bit afraid to flaunt her scrumptious body for others.
Whenever we went to the mainland, the 28-year-old absolutely
LOVED to wear little mini-dresses which would always induce
looks and stares of admiration from the local townspeople.
   Kristanna, on the other hand, was a very beautiful and
enchanting young woman in her own right, but in a different
way than Amy.  At 5-foot-11 and a mere 115 pounds, one could
say that the Norwegian born-and-bred Kristanna was not much
more than skin and bones.
   The easy counterpoint to that, of course, was to mention
her legs - which were long, luscious and divine.  Kristanna
had the sexiest, sleekest pair of long legs I had ever seen
on a woman.  She barely edged out Lisa (an Island alumnus,
of course) for that honor.  Those legs were her best feature.
   Kristanna obviously wasn't that top-heavy because of her
tall, slender frame, but her breasts were still larger than
Lindsay's.  Kristanna's face exuded a youthful curiosity,
and her recent actions (such as taking on two strangers at
that Lima hotel a few days back) indicated that she was in
the process of exploring her sexuality.  It was too early to
tell, of course, but Kristanna was very similar to the way
Lindsay was last year - she had definite "slut potential".
Perhaps we were awakening a dormant sexual beast within her?

   "Hello ladies," I finally said, as Amy and Kristanna
turned to look and smile at me.  "Did the two of you enjoy
your day hiking out in the forest?"
   "We sure did," Kristanna replied, her exotic, sexy accent
flooding my senses.  "This island is so beautiful!"
   I smiled at her, then turned toward Amy and said, "Thank
you, dear, for volunteering to take Kristanna out for me."
I then focused upon the tall blonde and assured her, "One
day, I'll be sure to tell you all about what happened last
December with Pamela and Trish.  Now is not the time."
   "I understand," Kristanna nodded.  "I'm still new here.
Amy was telling me that things are very complicated."
   I smiled at Amy and offered, "Pamela and Trish are going
back home tomorrow morning."
   She nodded her head and told me, "Thought so.  I did not
think you would allow them to stay here with us."  Amy took
a deep breath and sighed.  "Oh well.  Pamela and I were
really close for awhile - everyone seems to forget that.  We
were room-mates and lovers for ten whole weeks.  I'm going
to miss her all over again, but I understand that neither
her or Trish have a place in our lives anymore.  It's okay."
   "Come here," I said softly, stepping forward and wrapping
both arms around Amy's body in a tender embrace.  I sighed
as well, remembering Lindsay's words about Amy from earlier -
we had only married her to "be nice".  That thought alone was
enough for me to increase my grip upon Amy's luscious body,
and hold her even more tightly against me.
   "I love you, dear," were my words, as Kristanna looked at
us and smiled pleasantly.  "You know that... right?"
   Amy giggled and replied, "I would hope so.  You say it to
me every single day.  Lots of times, every hour!"  Obviously,
Amy had no idea what Lindsay had said about her earlier.  My
goal was to forever keep it that way.
   "I just want you to know that I love you," I offered.  "I
never want you to doubt that.  You're very special to me."
   "Aww, that's so sweet," the red-head squealed, pulling
back slightly and pecking my cheek with a kiss.  "I love you
too, Jeremy.  And you're special to me."  She paused and
added, "What brought all of this on?"
   "Just want you to know how I feel," I answered, embracing
her once again.  This time, however, I reached down with my
right hand and leisurely patted her rounded, denim-clad ass.
"I'm very open and honest with my feelings.  You know that.
For my sake, I need to tell you girls how I feel everyday."
   "All four of you - Jeremy, Lindsay, Devon and Amy - get
along together so beautifully!" Kristanna gushed, which
nearly made my heart skip a beat - considering the events
from earlier today.  "It is so nice to see!"
   "We have like, the perfect relationship," Amy said, as
she ended her embrace with me and turned toward Kristanna.
"You're going to have a big part in it too, honey."  The two
ladies smiled and shared their own as I looked on...

                           * * *

   After firing up some pork sausage patties for myself,
along with a side of corn, I ate a lonely dinner outside on
the front porch.  Amy and Kristanna had retired to the star
room for the time being, where they planned to watch a DVD
feature movie on the big 53-inch projection television.  I
could have instructed Kristanna to prepare dinner for me,
since she was the maid, but decided to just do it myself.
   Of course, my mind was centered upon Lindsay and Devon.  I
wondered exactly what things had been said between them since
I told Lindsay to find Devon, so they could sort through this
problem of theirs and fix it together, some time ago.
   I then smiled to myself, imagining how wonderful it would
be if Lindsay and Devon were engaged in a lovemaking session
right now.  I could easily picture it in my mind - Lindsay
offers a heartfelt apology and Devon accepts it, but only
after a very long and deep-rooted conversation.  "I don't
want to talk anymore," I pictured Devon eventually saying to
Lindsay.  "All I want to do is kiss you."
   I smiled once more, inwardly thinking how the mutual
passion could escalate between them from there.  Lindsay and
Devon were capable of doing some pretty spectacular things
when they were together during sex.  I especially loved it
when they teased and prodded one another with their playful
words and exchanges.  It was pure music to my ears.
   I felt like being in the middle of a Lindsay and Devon
sandwich right now.  Amy and Kristanna would be busy for the
next two hours watching their movie, so there was plenty of
time for me to interject myself between Lindsay and Devon,
and help guide them through the healing process.  Of course,
the best prescription for their relief, selfishly speaking,
would be a good, hard cock.  Just call me Dr. Jeremy.

   Then, a truly dark thought flashed through my mind, and
it made my body shiver with unspeakable horror and anguish.
What if Devon refused to accept Lindsay's apology?  What if
Devon were to storm up to me in the next couple of minutes,
and tell me that she cannot stand Lindsay anymore?  Lindsay
had hurt her too much with those horrible words.  What if
Devon gave me a choice - "EITHER LINDSAY GOES, OR I GO."
   I gulped my throat and swallowed hard at the mere idea.
Something like that could easily destroy me in a heartbeat.
Lindsay may have indeed been my favorite, but I certainly
did not want to have to choose between her and Devon, or
Amy, if given such an ultimatum.
   I wouldn't have married all of these women if I did not
truly believe that the four of us could spend the rest of
our lives together, and be eternally happy.  Sure, there was
bound to be rough spots along the way - though I never quite
imagined something happening like what did today.  But we
would weather those storms, hopefully, and come out stronger
and even deeper in love during the long run because of them.
   With a sudden urge to know what had transpired between
them, I quickly finished my impromptu dinner and ventured
back into the mansion.  It was high time to find Lindsay and
Devon, and see what progress (if any) they had made over the
past couple of hours.  I prayed that everything was okay...

                           * * *

   Figuring that Lindsay and Devon were talking things over
(or hopefully, doing each other over) in our private suite,
that was my destination.  Even if they weren't in there, I
could find their location with the help of the voyeur room.
Our personal suite was the most logical place to go.
   Halfway there, however, I received quite a tremendous
shock.  Or maybe it was a blast from the past?  Whatever the
case may be, it stopped me dead in my tracks, and gave me an
immediate erection which bulged and ached in a forbidden way.

   Pamela appeared from around the corner as I was strolling
through the hallway, wearing nothing but a sheer nightie and
a smile upon her lovely face.

   I tried to speak up, but was unable to as my eyes took in
the amazing beauty that was Pamela.  In terms of physical
appearance, I had always considered my ex-wife to be a work
of art.  Aside from that enchanting face, Pamela had eyes
which could truly mesmerize, along with a loving smile and
an absolutely perfect complexion.  Long-flowing blonde hair
cascaded across her slender neck and shoulders, going down
to the mid-point of her back, in stylish, exotic waves.
   I quickly realized that the sheer nightie she had on,
which was a virginal white color, was once my favorite piece
of lingerie for her to wear.  Maybe that is why Pamela had
it on now, while gazing at me with a come-hither expression?
   Pamela had the largest breasts of any woman who had ever
stepped foot on the island, yet at the same time, hers were
amazingly firm and toned.  They looked most enticing, too,
nestled underneath the lacey, see-through fabric of her
little nightie.  I gulped my throat at the mere sight.
   As evidenced by her long, perfectly-proportioned legs,
Pamela still had the same spectacular tan she had once
worked so hard to maintain during her time on the island.
The white nightie she wore was so small and short that it
(literally) did not even have a hemline.  Thus, I could
tell that Pamela was not wearing any panties underneath it.
The blonde, downy bush of curls at the joining of her thighs
was clearly visible underneath the thin fabric.
   I loved this woman so very much at one point in my life.
As she stood before me now - looking as sinful and erotic as
ever before - I did my absolute best to suppress the immense
feelings that I thought had been put to rest in the past.
Yet, I could not do it.  Pamela was just too much temptation
for me to handle.  My heart was thumping about wildly as the
old feelings of devotion and lust swirled throughout my body.

   Now I knew what Lindsay felt earlier today with Trish...

   "Wha-what are you doing here?" I asked Pamela, afraid of
the answer, as she merrily smiled at me.  "I... you... I...
thought you and Trish were staying in your room tonight."  I
was surprised that those words were finally able to come out.
   "Trish is with Lindsay and Devon," Pamela countered, her
voice soft and sensuous.  "Apparently, everyone made up."
   "Trish is with Lindsay AND Devon?" I confirmed, my eyes
wide, as Pamela nodded her head in accordance at me.
   For a brief moment, I felt as though a tremendous weight
had been lifted from my shoulders.  All seemed right with my
pair of angels, Lindsay and Devon!  I was overjoyed, but
those feelings quickly faded away as I was reminded that
Pamela was standing in front of me with hardly anything on.
The last thing I wanted right now...
   "I... I should be going," were my words, which I struggled
to get out.  "I uhh..."  I felt extremely uncomfortable.  In
one sense, it was highly erotic and arousing to see Pamela in
such a skimpy piece of lingerie.  It certainly brought back a
great deal of memories.  On the other hand, however, Pamela
was a part of my past - and I wanted to keep her there.  I
had worked so hard over the past ten months to repress any
and all feelings which I still may harbor for her.
   "Lindsay, Devon and Trish all made up," Pamela said to me,
stepping closer with a tender smile upon her face.  "They're
all in your room right now, enjoying each others' company."
My eyes nearly exploded as Pamela then closed the distance
between us, and pressed her luscious body against mine in a
very flirtatious, beguiling manner.
   The 26-year-old curled her neck, and placed her lips close
to my left ear.  "I think it's high time that you and I make
up too, Jeremy."  I then sighed sharply as Pamela found the
aching bulge in my trousers with her right hand, and offered
it a series of soft, gentle strokes.

   Pamela paused for a moment, her eyes trained on my face,
then pressed her lips to mine and kissed me in the most
tender of fashions.  Yet within my body, it felt like a
series of earthquakes and subsequent aftershocks were taking
place.  All those feelings I once had for Pamela were being
re-awakened and brought to the forefront of my senses.
   My better half, of course, was screaming at me to actually
push Pamela away and demand that she go back to her room -
and not come out of it until tomorrow morning, when it was
time for the helicopter to arrive and whisk her and Trish
away for good.  It would be the right thing to do!
   However, seeing Pamela in her little nightie, along with
that enchanting face, killer body and aggressive attitude,
was more than enough to outweigh my more sensible side.  I
am a man, after all, and no man in his right mind could even
begin to resist a woman as beautiful as Pamela after she had
turned up the heat like this.  Good luck to anyone who tries.
   "Hmmmmm..." the voluptuous blonde purred, withdrawing her
lips from mine for a brief second.  Pamela heightened the
intensity upon my cock, however, gripping and squeezing it
roughly through the pair of trousers I wore.
   She offered me another kiss, then pulled back and studied
my face for a moment.  I'm quite positive that Pamela saw a
look of tortured, forbidden lust in my eyes.  She must have
enjoyed it, too, because her lips were soon kissing mine
again.  How could I allow this to happen?
   "Oh God..." I moaned against our kiss, as she unbuttoned
my trousers and dug her right hand down deep into them.  A
sudden rush of pleasure coursed throughout my body as she
then slid that hand into my briefs, and found the naked
flesh of my throbbing cock.  Pamela busily frigged it while
slipping her warm, soft tongue into my mouth for a taste.
   With her left hand, Pamela grasped my right and pulled it
toward one of her large, heavenly breasts.  She placed my
hand upon it and offered a soft nudge, which instinctively
caused me to cup and squeeze the full mound of flesh.

   This wasn't right, I inwardly told myself.  Why was I
allowing Pamela to do these things to me?  My life was with
Lindsay, Devon and Amy now.  There was no room for Pamela,
especially with Kristanna also in the mix.  I did not want
her in my life after the horrible events from last December.
   Pamela was a truly beautiful woman, indeed, with an
amazing body.  Even though she was the centerpiece of my
life at one point, I had to somehow fight my lustful urges
and stand up to her.  I had to make her stop!

   Perhaps sensing this - after all, Pamela always seemed to
know what I was thinking back when we were still married -
she broke our kiss and offered me a playful smile.  Pamela
then pecked my cheek with her lips, and trailed them down to
my neck.  Shivers resulted as she nibbled upon the sensitive
skin of my neck, her hand still frigging my erection.  My
hand, however, seemed to lose contact with her large breast.
   Then, I growled like a madman as Pamela slowly but surely
dropped to her knees in front of me.  She reached upward and
placed her right hand upon my chest, then trailed it all the
way down to my waist in a very sensuous manner.
   "Anytime you want me to stop," Pamela cooed, pulling my
trousers and briefs down, "you just let me know, Jeremy.  I
don't want to make you uncomfortable, or anything."  Her
voice told me otherwise.  She was teasing and seducing me
into absolute submission.  "You just let Pamela know..."
   "Oh God..." I moaned once more, as my hard cock sprung
out and wobbled before my ex-wife's adoring eyes.  Grinning,
she offered me one more glance before latching onto my shaft
with her hand and squeezing it firmly.
   "Remember, let me know if you want me to stop, Jeremy,"
the wicked seductress purred, an instant before opening her
mouth and literally swallowing the full length of my cock
into it.  I tossed my head back and moaned wildly as Pamela
began to bob back-and-forth upon my aching member, her hot
mouth working my entire body into a passionate frenzy.
   Pamela gave me a vivid reminder of the fellatio skills
which had endeared me to her so much at one point in our
lives.  Perched upon her knees here in the corridor, she
was absolutely ravenous and insatiable, her velvety mouth
gliding back-and-forth upon my erection as if it were her
first meal in days.  Somehow, I had to end this!  Now!
   Sounds of pure passion and hunger were emanating from deep
within her throat as her blonde head continued on with its
wicked, non-stop bobbing motion.  Soon, I had to take a step
or two back and lean against the wall.  Without its support,
I may have toppled over.  There were so many emotions running
throughout my body at this moment in time.  The reason for
that, of course, was that this was not your typical blowjob.

   Wrong.  This is wrong.  Very wrong.

   That was the prevailing thought in my mind, though the
rest of my body certainly did not echo those sentiments.  I
had the intense urge to put an end to this right now, but
that would mean Pamela could not proceed with this incredible
blowjob.  Thus, there would be no more carnal passion for me.
My mind was okay with that, but my body wasn't.  The body, as
was oftentimes the case with people, won out (rather easily)
in the end.  I could not bring myself to stop her.
   Pamela gripped the base of my cock with her right hand
and squeezed it roughly, her pretty eyes flashing with hot
desire as she withdrew my length from the confines of her
mouth.  The 26-year-old looked up at me and smiled warmly.
Now, Pamela seemed to know that she had me curled around her
finger.  No matter how hard I tried, resistance was futile.
   "Oh yeah," Pamela grinned, her hand now a blur as she
frigged my erection.  "Are you gonna cum for me, big boy?
Are you gonna shoot it all over my face?  Yes!  Cum for me!
Come on, Jeremy... cum for me.  Cum all over my face!"
   "OHHHHH!" I roared out in arousal, as the first jet of
thick, gooey sperm erupted from within my shaft and landed
upon Pamela's forehead.  The second quickly followed,
hitting her square in the nose.  Pamela then took my cock
back into her mouth and sucked on it fiercely, coaxing the
third and fourth explosions in rapid-fire succession.  I
could not believe that I had allowed Pamela do this to me.

   Nor could I believe the amazing amount of excitement
and lust she had helped create within my body...

   "Hmmmmm," Pamela growled, her lips still wrapped tightly
around my shaft, as she squeezed every last ounce of semen
out of it with her hand.  Finally, Pamela withdrew my cock
from her mouth and offered me yet another winning smile.
   I knew full well what Pamela was doing.  This was her
last-ditch effort to convince me to allow her to stay with
us on the island.  She probably thought that there was no
other way than by seducing it out of me.  That awesome body
of hers had always held an unexplainable power over me, and
Pamela knew it.  It was her most powerful weapon against me.
   I then remembered Trish's earlier discussion with Lindsay,
where she lambasted the teen-ager with harsh words for the
lie she had told.  One of the things Trish said, I recalled,
was that she and Pamela no longer wanted to be on the island
because of today's events.  Considering that Trish was now
with Lindsay and Devon, with Pamela here, I'd beg to differ.

   The gobs of semen I had sprayed all over my ex-wife's face
had saturated it completely.  Her face was covered with my
wet, sticky juices, and she obviously enjoyed the feeling.
I had NEVER seen her this happy.
   Pamela then displayed her playful, teasing side yet again,
this time slowly but surely lifting HER little white nightie
up, and over her head, before twirling it about with her
hand and then tossing it elsewhere.  Now totally nude, she
smiled once more while saying, "Isn't this fun, Jeremy?"
   My eyes went wide and I nodded in response, but chose not
to say anything as I gazed down at her.  LOOK AT THAT BODY.
That was now my only thought.  How could I shut a woman out
of my life who looked THIS fantastic?
   Pamela had the enticing curves of a stripper, which was
quite fitting, because that was how she had made a living
for herself before ever stepping foot on this island.  If
you combine that body of hers to her angelic face, with its
high cheekbones, lush mouth and truly hypnotic eyes, the end
result would be a pure visual aphrodisiac.
   Even more importantly than that, however, Pamela obviously
loved and cared for me.  How could I turn my back on a woman
like this?  How could I totally shut her out like I have been
trying to do since learning of Cassidy's diabolical schemes?
Those thoughts flashed throughout my mind in this very wild,
intense moment in unadulterated passion.
   Pamela nodded her head at me and said, "I know what I
want, Jeremy, and you're gonna give it to me."  She then
rose to her feet and turned her back to me.  Now glancing
back over her shoulder, Pamela leaned over slightly at the
waist, jutting her magnificent ass outward.  She twitched
her hips seductively, flaunting that ass for my appreciative
eyes, and said in her most sultry tone, "Fuck me, Jeremy."
   A tremendous amount of life and energy suddenly forged
its way into my cock.  It was as if my shaft was a balloon,
and it was being pumped full of air by a helium machine.
Pamela's words and actions were the primary reason for that,
too.  In fact, they were the sole reason.
   Of all the women I had been with, sexually speaking, in
my life, no one could even compare with Pamela in terms of
her teasing, yet aggressive words.  She was a tremendous
talker when it came to sex - especially during penetration.
Pamela's mouth was literally non-stop, and she had always
conveyed the maximum amount of desire with her words.
   "Fuck me, Jeremy," the blonde purred, still glancing over
her shoulder at me, her hips rolling and undulating in a
slow, sensuous manner.  "Come on... fuck me.  Put your cock
in my pussy.  Pound me with your cock!  Do it!  Do it now!"

   That was it.

   With an animalistic growl, I stepped forward and latched
onto Pamela's hips with both hands, then thrusted my cock
hard and fast into the silken depths of her little pussy.
Pamela tensed up for a brief moment, then placed both hands
upon the nearby wall and held on tight, using it for support,
before glancing over her shoulder at me once again.
   "Fuck me, Jeremy!" she demanded.  "FUCK ME NOW!"
   I did not need any further coaxing.  My hips were already
a blur as I hammered myself in-and-out of Pamela at a very
powerful, blazing rate of speed.  And almost on cue, Pamela
began with her verbal tirade, which had never failed to get
me even more excited than I already was while with her.
   "GOD, YES!  YES!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  HMMMMM... pound me
with that big cock!  Hurt me with it, Jeremy!  Yes!  FUCK
YES!  OH GOD YES, FUCK ME!  FUCK ME, JEREMY!  FUCK ME!"
   My whole body was seemingly in a different reality as I
drilled Pamela with every last ounce of strength I could
muster.  I could not believe, at this time at least, how I
could have possibly survived without luxuriating in this
voluptuous body of hers for ten long months.
   "HMMMMM... FEELS SO GOOD!" Pamela continued, her cries
and screams echoing loudly throughout the corridor.  "FEELS
SO GOOD!  YES!  YES!  FUCK ME!  OH FUCK YES, THIS IS WHAT I
NEED!  FUCK ME, JEREMY!  YES!  FUCK ME!"
   The sound my pelvis made as it crashed hard into Pamela's
upturned ass with every forward stroke was violent, and
almost scary.  I was certain that I had never pounded her
pussy with this type of excessive force before.  I was not
afraid of hurting her, though.  This was what Pamela wanted.
   Of course, we were in the most naughty of positions, too.
Pamela's legs were widespread and she was bent at the waist,
holding onto the wall, as I battered into her from behind.
I wondered if others in the mansion could hear us...
   "You know what, Jeremy?" my ex-wife asked, her voice now
low and controlled, yet still tented with erotic passion.
"This is OHHHHH... the first time I have taken a cock since
last December!"  My eyes went wide at those words as she
quickly added, "That's right; you were the last man I had
sex with!  I don't want any man in my life except YOU!"
   In response to those words, my body received a new, even
greater burst of energy.  Where it came from, I don't know.
But as a result, Pamela was the beneficiary.
   "OH GOD, JEREMY!  THAT FEELS SO GOOD!  OH FUCK... YOU'RE
GONNA MAKE ME CUM!  FUCK... YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME _CUMMMMM_!"
   My breathing ragged, it felt as though my body was going
to spontaneously combust.  My head literally in the clouds,
I gave Pamela everything I possibly could in terms of power
and effort.  It was only a matter of seconds before her words
proved to be prophetic.  Pamela screamed out in a wild, very
intense orgasm, while I lost grip of my own self-control.
   The action hit its fever pitch once I pistoned my cock
into her swollen, little pussy one final time.  An instant
later, I roared out - screaming at the top of my lungs -
while depositing a fresh batch of sperm into the blonde's
exquisite pussy.  I pumped my thick seed into her womb for
several seconds, while both of us continually rocked and
rumbled together in the throes of sweet orgasm and release.
How could I have lived without her for so long?

                           * * *

   Before I knew what happened next, Pamela had dislodged
her pussy from my shaft and dutifully dropped to her knees.
She then swallowed my cock whole, and began to milk whatever
juices remained in it down her hungry, greedy throat.
   Pamela then wrapped both arms around my waist and held on
tight even as I took a few steps back, so I could lean upon
the wall.  Her mouth, of course, never released its warm,
slippery grip upon my relieved shaft.
   I then took a deep breath and sighed in pure satisfaction,
while glancing downward and admiring Pamela's blonde head as
she still slurped away at my cock.  I touched her head and
caressed it with my right hand, which caused her to look up
at me with an overwhelming sense of devotion in her eyes.
   "I love you, Jeremy!" she cried, a thick, gooey strand of
sperm dangling from her chin in a very nasty, obscene manner.
"God, Jeremy... I've always loved you!  And I always will!"
   As Pamela swallowed my deflated shaft and began working
it over with her mouth once again, all of a sudden, my mind
began to clear as the desire within myself slowly faded into
oblivion.  Now, my more sensible side took over.  Thus, I
could only ask myself one question...

   WHY DID I LET PAMELA DO THIS TO ME?


                  <<<- End of Part 7 ->>>


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