For the past nine months, I had followed the porn career of Aimee Embers like no one else possibly could have. I purchased all of her movies on either VHS or (preferably) DVD the very moment they were made available to the public. I even made a few compilation tapes of my own - with nothing but scenes which included her. I had watched all of her movies and scenes so many times, I lost count long ago.
Sometimes two or three times per day, I would search the Internet for any breaking news about her, or her career. I had every single picture of her that floated around on the Internet stored away on two CD-Rom disks. I was also the first-ever person to sign up for her website as a member - which now had thousands of registered users. Without a shadow of a doubt, not only was Aimee Embers my favorite pornstar, but I was her biggest, most dedicated fan as well.
Of course, Aimee Embers and my Amy - the lovely red-head here on the island - were the same person. Considering how much of a follower of hers I was during her somewhat brief, but star-laced porn career, I’m sure there are some people who would be surprised that I recently destroyed every single movie of Amy’s which I had in my possession.
I roared up the fireplace just yesterday, and let all of those VHS tapes and DVD disks burn until they were nothing more than charred ruins. Despite the fact I still watched my favorite scenes from Amy’s movies at least two days a week, the ultimate decision to destroy them was quite easy.
I never wanted to see one of those movies again after hearing about what Amy put herself through both during and after each filming. After gang-bangs, Amy told me, she had to take pain killers in order for her body to heal itself from being at the mercy of so many strong, well-endowed men.
Of the 19 movies she had starred in, Amy was gang-banged in 15 of them. Three of the remaining four had scenes where she was double- or triple-penetrated. I destroyed them all, including the sole movie where she had a one-on-one tryst.
Her movies were simply no longer endearing to me. I had no desire to ever watch these films again, realizing how much pain and suffering Amy had experienced because of them. The 28-year-old told me that sometimes, she barely made it through a scene because of all pounding and abuse her body took. How could I derive pleasure from watching them now?
So, all of those tapes and DVDs were a distant memory now.
No matter what, I would never watch them again.

* * *

The person I held in my arms right now resembled anything but a pornstar. Amy was seated in my lap, the side of her face planted firmly upon my upper chest. Heavy tears were streaking down that enchanting face as I had one arm wrapped her body, with the other’s hand massaging her head. We were nestled close together upon the swing on the front porch.
“It’s okay, dear,” I whispered quietly, trying my absolute best to raise Amy’s spirits. “You and Stephanie weren’t ever right for one another. She wanted something from you, but you could no longer give it to her. It’s really best that things end now, instead of in the future.” I frowned and added, “It would have only made things worse for you.”
“I was closer with her than I ever was with anyone else,” Amy sobbed, sniffing her nose and rubbing her tear-soaked eyes. “I can’t believe she’s gone...”

* * *

I frowned again as my body tingled with remorse. Hours ago, I drove Stephanie to the heli-pad on the opposite side of the island. The break-up between her and Amy was quiet and peaceful, but not without heartache. Stephanie’s words were what I feared they would be - if Amy couldn’t dominate her anymore, they had no relationship.
It wasn’t too long before Stephanie said that she wanted to go home - to California. She and Amy shared a mansion in Palos Verdes Estates, which was a suburb of Los Angeles. Stephanie said without Amy (or Aimee, as she likely thought of her), there was no reason for her to stay on the island. “I just want to go home to P-V-E,” she told me earlier.
I made a promise to myself long ago that if any of these women ever wanted to go home - at any time, for any reason - I would not stand in their way. But it still hurt me. Amy was crying in the next room as I called the airport in Lima; booking Stephanie on the next direct flight to Los Angeles.
Amy went onto say that she did not care about their estate or anything that was in it. Stephanie could have it all, with the minor exception of Amy’s personal photo album. It would be mailed to the supply company in Lima which I dealt with the earliest opportunity, and then shipped here.
During the Jeep ride from the mansion to the heli-pad (where my friend, Ian, would pick her up in his chopper), I actually felt very uneasy and disturbed. Stephanie was explaining to me about how she NEEDED to be treated like a submissive. Stephanie could not SURVIVE without the pain which was usually associated with being a submissive.
I cringed when she told me that during the past week - with Amy under strict orders from the doctor to do nothing strenuous (no sex, among other things) - Stephanie got out a leather strap and whipped herself with it. The 25-year-old explained to me in detail that she whipped her own breasts repeatedly, as well as her stomach and her ass.
“I need to be whipped at least twice a day,” she told me.
“Too bad Mistress Aimee was unavailable to do it for me.”
Stephanie then spoke about what she was going to do once she arrived home in Palos Verdes Estates.
“First thing is first. I’m going to my agent and tell him that I want to make a new movie. Hopefully, he can land me a starring role. I’m tired of being in Mistress Aimee’s shadow. Then, I’m going to find me a new Mistress, or even a Master. Maybe both! A married couple would be excellent!”
I shook my head in response to those words, wondering where Stephanie had gone wrong in life. I already knew the answer to that. It was when she first came to the island.
Still, Stephanie chose this new path in life herself. Once a promising young nurse, she was now a full-fledged pornstar who resorted to actually whipping herself in order to “get off”. Stephanie came to the island several months ago as a charming, friendly person. Now, she was very egotistical and self-centered. The change was remarkable, but also horrifying and very depressing.
I even got the sense from her that she was irritated because Amy could not provide her with what she needed this past week. It did not seem to matter to her that Amy had what was perhaps a near-death experience, or that she was under strict orders from the doctor to take it easy. All Stephanie seemingly cared about was her pain quotient.
Perhaps worse than anything else was the simple fact that Stephanie did not seem one bit distraught or unhappy that her relationship with Amy was over. She so openly talked about finding others to satisfy her needs that I wondered if Stephanie ever truly cared about Amy at all.
Once we reached the heli-pad, I was happier than ever to find Ian waiting for us. He could take Stephanie off of my hands. I was nice and cordial with Stephanie, though I had to force myself to kiss her on the cheek and wish her the best of luck in life. I told Stephanie that if she ever needed any help, I would be here for her.
As I drove back to the mansion, I said a prayer for her.
She was obviously headed down a wicked path of no return.
Hopefully, that path would not have a tragic ending.

* * *

“You and ‘Steph weren’t right for one another,” I said to Amy, still holding and comforting her with my embrace. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. But I honestly think your life is going to improve from this point on. All you have to do is agree to stay here with us. Lindsay and Devon already said it’s fine with them. The decision is up to you.”
“You called me sweetheart,” Amy smiled through her tears, now looking up at me. “You’ve been doing that a lot over the past week. No one has called me ‘sweetheart’ before. If they did, it was very rare.”
“I call you sweetheart because you ARE a sweetheart,” I told her. “Now I learned about the real you, Amy, I think of you this way. I’m not sure I thought of you as a true sweetheart when you were hiding your true feelings, though.”
“You want me to be open and honest about myself,” she nodded. “Yes, I know that. I was thinking, Jeremy. I want to get rid of my non-sexual aggression just as much as you want me to. I want everyone here to like me.” She paused and added, “What I really am, Jeremy... I’m submissive.” My eyes went wide at those words. “I think it would do me real good if I acted as the island submissive.”
“I don’t want another Stephanie running around,” were my words, as I vehemently shook my head.
“No, not that type of submissive,” Amy said. “The type where people tell me to do things, I do them... without hesitation. You could tell me to go to the maintenance shed and get you a specific tool. We could be at the beach, and Lindsay could tell me to go the mansion and get her another towel. Maybe Jessica could tell me to help her with the house-cleaning. Things like that, Jeremy. I think it would help take away a lot of my usual aggression. It would help me settle down a lot, from the way I usually am.”
“What about if sex was involved?” I asked her. “Would your submissiveness extend toward that, too?”
She nodded her head and replied, “Of course it would. At the same time, though, no one here is going to treat me the way I treated Stephanie. I won’t have a collar and leash on, and eat my meals on the floor. I just... I want to make others happy for a change. That’s what I want.”
“Is this the real you, though?” I wondered. “Remember, I only want you to stay on the island with us if you let your true self out. No hiding behind anything false.”
“It is the real me,” she answered. “Remember Jeremy, I was a submissive for a whole group of men in Ohio before I came to this island last year. I was even submissive for you, Jeremy.” She smiled and said, “Not only did I let you tie me up once, but you also shaved my pussy bald.”
My heart literally skipped a beat the mere thought. “Yes, I do remember. But still, did you do that in Ohio - with those guys - as a way for them to like you? Are you really, truly a submissive, Amy? That’s what I’m asking.”
“I think so,” she nodded. “Up to that point in my life, it was the happiest I’ve ever been. Of course... that all changed last year, when I get to know you, Jeremy. I... I have loved you since our very first night together.”
I smiled at her, my insides glowing in response to those words. “I remember that night all too well. It was your first day on the island. Lindsay and Trish were getting settled into their room. Torrie and Gianna... well, they were busy having sex with each other in their own room.”
“I was room-mates with Pamela then,” Amy interjected, which made me frown temporarily. “I told her I was stepping outside for a little bit to get a breath of fresh air. I went right to your suite, Jeremy.”
“You had that little chemise on, which drove me crazy whenever I seen you wearing it,” I grinned.
“I played coy for a bit, then I gave you a handjob, and you fucked me HARD,” she went on. “Then, I sucked your big cock until you came and went back to my room with Pamela.”
I took a deep breath and told her, “I always wished you spent that whole night with me, Amy. I can’t tell you how excited you made me feel. I never wanted it to end.”
“I didn’t want to make Pamela jealous of you, or have her feel lonely,” Amy murmured. “It was our very first night together, too. She sucked your cum right out of my pussy.”
Sighing, I hung my head low. “Please don’t talk about Pamela, dear - especially like that. I don’t like being reminded of her. I... I still miss her.”
“I’m sorry, Jeremy,” Amy said, placing the side of her face upon my chest once more and hugging me tightly. “I know that you still miss her, and what she did to you was really cruel. Pamela didn’t even give you a reason why.”
“It’s okay, Amy,” I sighed. “Don’t mention her name.”
“I don’t see how anyone could leave you,” the red-head
went on. “You-know-who, or Victoria. I think they were both pretty stupid. You’re the nicest, most sincere guy I have ever met, Jeremy. All us women want is a good, strong man who will love and care for us. Someone is who open and kind, considerate... very loving. You’re the definition of that, Jeremy. I just don’t understand how anyone could possibly leave you.”
Amy smiled and added, “You and I were born ten miles apart in Ohio, three months apart. I wish you stayed in Ohio, Jeremy, instead of moving to New Jersey and then California with your family. Maybe we could have met in high school. I would have latched onto you and never let you go. My life... it would be so much better today.”
“Lindsay was nine years old when you and I graduated,” I told Amy. “Just think of that. And she was right down the road from where you lived. All three of us originated from the same general area. Now, years later, we’re all together and happy here on the island. It’s kind of strange.”
“I would have latched onto you back then, but you were in New Jersey,” Amy murmured. “But now, I’m happy for you and Lindsay. Devon, too. I just think you and Lindsay are the perfect couple. I even thought that last year, when you decided to marry Pam... umm, you-know-who.”
“Why didn’t you think that way about yourself, dear?”
“You and Lindsay were perfect together,” she replied. “I
could tell that Lindsay absolutely adored you, Jeremy. She too, kept her feelings a secret. She did not want to upset that unmentionable person you later married. But if anyone belonged together, it was you and Lindsay.”
“I really should have married Lindsay in the first place,” I sighed, frowning.
“Lindsay is a wonderful girl,” Amy chirped. “I’m glad that she is the one who you’re going to settle down with. You and her going to make each other so happy. I’m just glad that you’ve opened a little spot for me in your life. I don’t know yet if I’ll take it, and stay on the island.
But it’s good to know that the invitation is there.”
“Don’t forget about Devon, sweetheart,” I reminded her. “I am going to marry her as well. Lindsay, Devon and me are all going to get married to each other. All three of us.”
“I know you love Devon,” Amy remarked. “I know that her and Lindsay are crazy about each other, too. Lindsay loves her so much more than she ever did Trish. That’s apparent. I just... I wish I had someone in my life like that. For a long time, I thought it would be Stephanie.”
“You and her did go well together at first,” I nodded.
“I know,” Amy frowned. “It all changed, I guess, the
first time I put her into bondage. I was just playing with her, really. But I guess I awakened a beast in her. Ever since that day, she wanted me to be my submissive. ‘Steph wanted me to treat her rough, degrade her, beat her...”
“Please don’t go into any details,” I begged.
“I’m not,” Amy sniffed. “It’s just... after awhile, I
realized she did not care about me. She wasn’t happy unless I had her in bondage. I... I had no one else to turn to, though. I didn’t want to lose Stephanie and be alone, so I gave her what she wanted. In the process, though, I felt worse and worse about myself. I knew one day, it would end.”
“And now, it is over,” I told her. “Stephanie is gone. I sincerely hope that she turns out okay in life. I don’t have many good feelings about her current direction, though.”
“It’s stereotypical of pornstars,” Amy whined, “but I hope Stephanie can stay away from drugs.” My eyes went wide as she added, “Stephanie and I were offered drugs by a lot of people. Producers, directors, co-stars... I always stayed clear of them, and made sure she did the same. But now... Stephanie won’t have anyone to say ‘no’ for her.”
“She used to be a nurse,” I commented, shaking my head. “Before I brought Stephanie to the island, I called her supervisor in Connecticut and talked to him about her. He said she was one of the brightest, young nurses he had ever seen. Stephanie was going places in that hospital. Now...” I shook my head and went on, “You’re afraid she may wind up doing drugs. I... I’m sorry I ever brought here to the island in the first place. I wish I chose someone else.”
“Whatever happens to her, it’s not your fault,” Amy said.
“It’s not my fault, either. It will be her fault.”
“She’d still live in Connecticut with her family, and be a nurse if not for me,” I corrected Amy.
“Yes,” the red-head countered. “Still, not your fault. Stephanie would have crumbled the very moment someone was rough with her in bed - just like she did with me. That time would have come sooner or later. Whatever happens to her cannot be avoided. It may be her destiny in life.”
Amy moaned and whined, “I just... I did my best to make sure she kept her nose clean. Stephanie is very gullible and impressionable. I hope she doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd in Holly-porn-wood.”
“Maybe I should hire someone...” I mused. “You know, someone to watch over her, and make sure she stays out of trouble. A detective, but like a guardian.”
“Everyone on the island is attached except for me and Jessica,” Amy said, changing the subject. “Christina and Lisa are a hot item. You, Lindsay and Devon. I’d love to get in close with Jessica. I like her a lot.”
“Jessica seems a bit weary of you, Amy, for the way you have treated her these past few weeks.”
“I know,” she pouted. “I let my aggression get the best of me. But I see a lot of Lindsay in Jessica. She is just so young and innocent, and sweet. I wish I could go back in time and change the things I’ve done to her.”
“You can’t, though,” I told her. “And because of that, she is weary of you. If you want to change that, you should be extra nice and friendly with her. Just be yourself, Amy. Maybe even apologize for basically pulverizing her in the shower, her second day here. She wasn’t prepared for that.”
“Maybe you could put in a good word for Jessica with me?” Amy half-begged. “She likes you, Jeremy. She’ll listen to you. Could you do me that favor?”
“I’ll talk to Jessica, sure,” I returned. “I’m not going to try and convince her one way or the other, though. I’ve always tried to let you girls make your own decisions. I don’t like being an influence.”
“Why not?” Amy asked. “Everyone who has stepped foot on this island over the past year... their life is better because of you, Jeremy. Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Gianna, Christina, Torrie, Jessica, Cassidy, Stephanie, Devon and me. All of our lives are better because of you.”
“That’s awfully kind to say, sweetheart. But I’m not so sure I agree with you about Gianna, Cassidy or Stephanie. Maybe even Pamela, too. Seems she was pretty unhappy here.”
“You gave Pamela fifty million dollars when you divorced her!” Amy exclaimed. “I think just because of that, her life is better. And... I’d bet right now, Pamela feels sorry that she ever left you in the first place. Pamela realizes that her right place in life is with you, Jeremy.”
“Please...” I begged, shaking my head. “I don’t want to talk about her. Please...”
“Gianna’s life is better, too,” Amy went on. “You gave her money for college before she left to go back home. I think Cassidy’s is better, too. Maybe you taught her some morals, and the value of truth. I see what you mean about Stephanie, but I think in a way, her life is better too. At least for the time being, she seems to have a purpose.
I do worry about her in the future, though.”
“You girls certainly have made my life better,” I said.

* * *

“AMY?” Jessica exclaimed, hours later, as the two of us stood facing one another in the kitchen. “Are you serious, Jeremy? You think I should give Amy a chance? NO WAY!”
“Amy is a good person, dear,” I told her for perhaps the fifth or sixth time. “She had a near-death experience which changed her outlook on life. Amy is going to change a lot of things about herself. You should really at least give yourself a chance to like her. She really likes you.”
“Oh really?” Jessica returned, hands on hips. “Maybe that is why she led that rape of me in the shower.”
My eyes narrowed as I snapped, “She didn’t rape you, Jessica. That was totally consenual. I seen the whole thing go down with my video cameras.”
Jessica sighed and countered, “Yes, I’m sorry. Rape is too bad of a word. Amy just... she OVERPOWERED me that day. I was so totally unexpecting it. I had never been through anything like that before. I was really sore and achy for a good three or four days afterward.”
“Amy is going to change her ways,” I told her. “And she really does like you, Jessica. You should give her a chance. Beneath that exterior is a real good person.”
“Amy just seems so... jaded,” the luscious blonde said. “So worn, and used. How many guys did she take on in that movie of hers we watched last week? 10 or 12? How many has she had sex with, total? A hundred? Two-hundred? I could never fall in love with someone like that.”
“Amy made some mistakes with her career,” I mused. “She didn’t think there was a way out until now, because of her contract. I’m going to buy her contract out for six million dollars. That’s how much her boss wants. All Amy wants now is for someone to love and care for her.”
“Look at what Amy made me do to Lindsay,” Jessica added. “With that big, giant dildo... she made me do Lindsay. I admit I liked it at first. But afterward, I couldn’t believe that I used that dildo on her. It was so nasty and disgusting. Amy awoke a part of me that I never want to see again. If I get in close with her, she may bring it out.”
“You make it sound like you’re unhappy here, dear,” I told her. “If you want, you can go home at any time.”
“Oh no,” Jessica returned. “I need the money. A thousand dollars per day for being a maid... I can handle it. My only alternative is to go back home and make seven bucks an hour.”
“I will pay you whatever amount you would have made here for the whole summer if you rather go home,” I told her. “I don’t want any of my girls here - including you - to be the least bit unhappy. Take the money, Jessica, and run.”
“No,” she countered. “I do like it here. I like you, Jeremy. You’re so nice. And I especially like Christina. I just... I don’t like everyone here. But it’s like that no matter where you go in life.”
“Who don’t you like?” I asked, curious.
“Lindsay and Amy come to mind,” Jessica answered.
“LINDSAY?” I exclaimed, taken back. “Why in the world
don’t you like Lindsay?”
“Not so much I don’t like her, I guess. It’s just that Lindsay rubs me the wrong way sometimes. She acts like she is 12 or 13 with some of the things she says and does. I guess, maybe that is to impress you, Jeremy. I don’t know.”
Jessica paused and added, “Plus, I heard about what Lindsay did with my Grandma.”
“Louisa?” I asked in shock, my eyes wide. “Who told you about that?”
“I overheard Lindsay and Devon talking one day,” she told me. “It seems like Grandma kind of forced herself on Lindsay. Still, though... it’s a disgusting thought.”
“I know it is,” I agreed. “But that was just Lindsay being Lindsay. She couldn’t control herself.”
“That’s another thing I don’t like here,” Jessica said. “It’s just Lindsay being Lindsay. Amy can brutalize whoever she wants, whenever she wants. You can spy on us with your surveillance cameras. This place isn’t reality, Jeremy. This island is like a fantasy world. It’s a sex colony... seemingly millions of miles away from the rest of civilization. Maybe that is what you wanted, Jeremy.”
“You have Amy and Stephanie here, two nasty pornstars.
Or at least, you DID have Stephanie here until just today. Lindsay is a do-anything slut. Lisa is quiet and hardly ever says anything, but will have sex at a moment’s notice. Even Christina is a slut. Devon is the most mature woman here, the most level-headed. But even she will strip her clothes off and have sex with anyone, at any time.”
“And what you’re telling me, Jessica, is that you’re not like this?” I asked her. “Correct?”
“No way!” she shot back. “I’ve seen more here in less than a month than I’ve seen my entire life.”
“You’re very welcome to go home, then,” I told her. “As I said, I will pay you the full amount you would have made.”
“The island does have its good qualities,” the 21-year-old countered. “It’s so beautiful. It’s a paradise. Plus, as I said, I really like Christina. She may be a slut like all of the others here, but I like her.”
“I don’t want you calling these girls sluts,” I said, my voice trembling. “We’re all a bunch of close friends who are having a good summer together. It’s just our group. No one else has been invited, or will be invited.”
“Lindsay isn’t a slut?” Jessica wondered. “She had sex with my 76-year-old grandmother. She had sex with your ex-fiancee, Victoria, behind your back. From what I’ve heard, she’s made porn movies with Amy which were broadcast on the Internet. You, yourself, Jeremy. You called Lindsay a slut. I’ve heard you say that many times.”
“I call Lindsay a slut in a good way,” I corrected her. “I call her a slut in a very loving way. Still, that does not give you the right to call her a slut.”
“Don’t get me started about Amy, either,” Jessica said. “She’s the biggest slut of them all. Amy has probably been with hundreds of men and women. And you expect me to give her a chance? I could never love someone like that. I don’t care if she has changed or not. The fact remains that Amy was once a pornstar. She led a gang-bang of me in the shower when I was least expecting it. I’m not even sure that there is any love in her. Amy’s just a sex machine.”
“Go home, Jessica,” I told her. “I’ll pay you.”
“No,” she returned, shaking her head. “I want to stay.
I don’t want any free hand-outs. I want to earn my money.
Plus, as I said, I like Christina. I like you too, Jeremy.”
“Don’t you think of me as the ringleader?” I wondered.
“A girl here last winter - Cassidy - she said I’m a pimp.”
“I don’t look at you that way, no,” Jessica answered. “I look at you, Jeremy, and wonder why you’re on an island like this. You have all that money. You’re going to give Amy’s boss six million dollars. You make it sound like a dime or a quarter to you. It seems to me that you should own some big mansion in California, and lead parties there each and every week. You should be out and about. Running a sex colony... seems you could do much better than this.”
“This is not a sex colony,” I corrected her. “We’re all a bunch of close, open-minded friends. I’m sorry you don’t understand that, Jessica. I have been up and down the road with all of these girls before. We’re like a big, extended family. I’m not a slave merchant, as you may think. All of you ladies are free to do whatever you want here.”
“If you were like the rest of these girls, Jeremy, I would have left long ago,” Jessica mused. “Lindsay is wild and precocious. Amy is a nasty slut. You, Jeremy... you’re the most quiet and reserved person here. I like that. I know I can talk to you about anything which happens here.” She paused and added, “And I know when I talk to you, your hands won’t mysteriously gravitate toward my body to touch me. Everyone else I talk to here, that seems to happen. Plus, as I said, I like the money. A thousand bucks a day.”
“If you don’t want the other girls to touch you, you should speak up and say so,” I suggested. “None of them, not even Amy, are as bad as you think. They will respect you and your wishes if you speak up.”
“Amy wouldn’t,” Jessica said, shaking her head.
“Yes she would,” I countered. “Amy knows that she has
you a bit scared and uneasy. Why do you think she has stayed away from you for the past two weeks? This week, sure... she had the medical scare. But the week before that, she stayed away from you then, too. Amy feels bad that she treated you rough. But she thought you wanted it.”
“That’s funny,” Jessica chuckled softly. “Maybe she had the idea I wanted it, as you say, simply because I was here. All of the other girls here seem to want it. Why should I be any different? That must have been her thought process.”
I shook my head and told her, “I just think you should go home, Jessica. You sound very unhappy here. I’ll... I’ll double your money if you go home. Two thousand per day, including the next two months.”
“Well, if you put it that way...” she said, her eyes wide.

<<<- End of Part 16 ->>>

“This girl will take care of you,” I said to Amy, while massaging Christina’s shoulders as she sat at the computer terminal in front of us. “Trust me on that.”
Amy appeared skeptical, but nodded her head in response. “I guess, Jeremy. I’ve just never thought of using the computer as a way to find that special someone in life.”
“Christina developed this program for me,” I told Amy, as the 21-year-old blonde busily typed away upon the keyboard. “This is the same program which went through all of your applications and questionnaires last year, processed them, then gave me a list of the women I was most compatible with. All of the ladies I brought with me to the island, excluding Jessica since she was hired, was from my top 20 list.”
“It is a very intricate and thorough program,” Christina offered. “What you do, Amy, is answer all of the questions truthfully. There is no right or wrong answer. It is really nothing more than a personality profiler. Give honest, truthful answers about yourself, and when you are finished, the computer will give you a list of the 20 women you are most compatible with. It will select them from the top 250 that appeared on Jeremy’s personal list last year. All of those women wanted to come here to the island.”
“Why can’t you use the questionnaire that I filled out last year to run the test?” Amy wondered.
“The questionnaire you and all the other girls filled out was only 75 questions long,” Christina responded. “This one you’re about to fill out is 300 questions long. It is very detailed and thorough. It should help you find a match.”
“As with all computer programs, though, it is not totally infallible,” I reminded Amy. “Remember, Cassidy was in my top 20 compatibility list, too. Her and I turned out to be about as incompatable as two people can get. I just cannot stand people who tell lies and spread nasty rumors.”
“It also produced Pamela, Trish and Stephanie for Jeremy,” Christina said, pressing the key which finally loaded up the program. “Pamela and Trish were good fits with Jeremy, as the computer predicted. But it cannot foresee the human element. It cannot predict if relationships will turn sour.”
“You just have to choose carefully,” I told the red-head.
“From your top 20 list, Amy, narrow it down to three or four. Then make your selection. I’ll give a call to that girl - whoever she turns out to be - and ask if she is interested in coming to the island after all. I’ll offer her a million, perhaps two million to spend the rest of the summer here.”
“I can’t believe I’m relying on a computer to find my soul-mate in life,” Amy sighed. “It may be my best chance, though. I sure haven’t found that soul-mate yet.” She looked at me and added, “Well... one that’s not taken.”
I smiled and actually blushed at her words. Amy caught me off-guard with that last remark.
“Take as much time as you want,” Christina said, getting up from the computer desk and then offering Amy a seat there. “Remember, there are no right or wrong answers. Just do your best to answer the questions truthfully. Some of them are a bit tricky, so be prepared.”
Taking a seat, Amy eyed the computer screen and read the test’s first question outloud. “Which appeals to you more? A, consistency of thought or B, harmonious relationships.” Amy turned her head and looked at both Christina and yours truly with a quizzical expression. “What does that mean?”
“It’s best you figure it out for yourself,” Christina replied, patting Amy on the shoulder. “Take your time with it. Hopefully, we’ll find the right girl for you.”
I put my arm around Christina’s shoulder and began leading her toward the exit of my personal suite. It was best that we left Amy alone until she finished the profiler.
“Oh Jeremy?” the red-head mused, as I turned to glance back at her. “You said you chose all of us girls from your top 20 matches. Who was first on your list?”
“Devon,” I replied, which made Amy smile.
“Where did the other girls rank?” she wondered.
“Lisa was second and Lindsay was fourth. Pamela was in
the 12 spot. I don’t recall the exact numbers for everyone else. I do know that you were seventh, though, Amy.”
Again, she smiled. “Sounds like it gave you a pretty good list. Your two main women were ranked one and four. Also good to see that I ranked ahead of Pamela.”
“After you finish, come and find us, dear,” I told her. “Christina and I are going to the gazebo outside. Leave the computer on after you answer the final question.”
“Which is only 300 away,” Amy sighed, staring blankly at the screen. “Looks like I’ll be here for awhile.”

* * *

Christina giggled as her and I exited my personal suite. A few steps later down the hallway, however, the slender blonde backed me against the wall and pinned me there. She first offered me a smile, then a tongue-filled kiss.
“What was that for?” I asked in the aftermath, somewhat short of breath.
“Just for you being you,” Christina grinned. “I think it is incredibly nice of you, Jeremy, to go to bat for Amy like this. I think everyone in life deserves to be happy. It’s good that you’re trying to help Amy find that happiness.”
“Everyone on the island is attached to someone else,” I reminded Christina. “You’re with Lisa. Lindsay, Devon and me are all together. Amy doesn’t have anyone right now, with Stephanie leaving yesterday and then Jessica leaving today. I get the sense that Amy is not too keen in staying here with Lindsay, Devon and myself indefinitely, either. We have to find her someone whom she can really connect with.”
“My computer program should help her,” Christina offered.
“You were a lonely heart, Jeremy, and it helped you big-time.
“Hopefully it will do the same for Amy. She deserves it.”
I smiled and offered the 21-year-old a kiss on the lips. “Amy does deserve it. I think whomever she chooses, I will offer that person two million dollars to come here. All 250 of those women wanted to come here very badly last year, so I don’t think I’ll have any problem recruiting Amy’s choice.”
“Whomever that person is, we’ll room her up with Amy,” Christina grinned. “Hopefully, they can begin to build a relationship and eventually fall in love. It would make me so happy, Jeremy, for Amy to find true love.” She paused and added, “Don’t you have any limit with your money?”
“What do you mean?”
“The way you spend it,” Christina replied. “You give six
million dollars away last summer to us girls. Last winter, it was nine million. You gave fifty million to Pamela. You are buying Amy’s porn contract out for six million, so she don’t have to make anymore movies. Just look at the money you’ve spent on this island and the mansion - to make it look perfect for the girls. Isn’t there a cut-off point?”
“Not really,” I told her. “Believe it or not, but I’ve made more money in the past year than I’ve spent. I have a lot of overseas stocks, and have invested in many profitable companies. No matter how much money I spend, I’ll never run out of it, Christina. I have too much for my own good.”
“As for Amy,” I added, “I care about her very much. That is the only reason why I’m buying her porn contract out. I don’t want her to be obligated to do something she does not want to do anymore, which is make adult movies.”
Christina kissed me and grinned, “Amy told me earlier that you do nothing, Jeremy, except make our lives better. I couldn’t agree with her more. You are the nicest, most thoughtful man I have ever met. Thank you.” She kissed me once again while I blushed red at her gracious words.
“I just try to be respectful and courteous, dear,” I said in response. “I want all you girls to be happy and cared for. That’s really been my primary goal all along.”
“I’m going to miss Jessica now that she’s gone,” Christina commented, shaking her head, as we resumed our walk down the long hallway. “I’ll be okay, though. I still have Lisa.”
“Lisa is all you need in life,” I grinned. “Everything else is just an added luxury.”
“Exactly!” Christina chirped, leaning upward and kissing me on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have found her without you.”

* * *

With the sudden departures of both Jessica and Stephanie in the last 24 hours, things had been turned upside-down on the island. I scrambled to find us a new housekeeper, and settled on an older lady who was recommended from the same cleaning service in Lima that brought me Louisa. Malana was her name and much like Louisa, she was in her mid-70’s.
I figured that an older woman like Malana - one that the girls would have no interest in - was the best route to go. “Just keep her away from Lindsay,” Devon told me, joking.
Malana was due to arrive on the island from the mainland in three days. Until then, the girls and I would have to make due by splitting up the cooking and cleaning duties. All of us would have to chip in and contribute.
I did not like many of the things Jessica said to me about the other ladies, but also thought she was welcome to have her own opinion. I just did not agree with it.
But on the other hand, many of the things Jessica said about the other ladies did have some merit. I understood why she was upset that Lindsay allowed Louisa, Jessica’s grandmother, to basically have her way with her. I also understood what Jessica meant when she said that Amy seemed so jaded and used. After all, Amy was once a pornstar.
The simple fact of the matter was that Jessica did not belong on the island in the first place. I can see that now. Jessica never did fit in with the other ladies, no matter how much I hoped she would. Jessica was much too forward and straight-laced in her approach to really let her guard down, and enjoy the island for what it was.
Thus, our opinions about this place - and the people who inhabited it - were vastly different. I understood that.
But I will one day go to my grave saying that this island was anything but a sex colony, because it wasn’t. That was the one thing which I disagreed with Jessica about the most. I really liked to look at all of the remaining girls as my extended family. I continually strived for a very loving and peaceful atmosphere. This island was not a sex colony.
I rather not talk much about Stephanie. Amy painted such a gruesome picture of her future (especially if she falls in with the wrong crowd) that Stephanie could very easily wind up a tragedy. I was seriously considering hiring someone to watch over her from the shadows and background in Hollywood. Perhaps a detective, or a retired police officer?

* * *

With both Jessica and Stephanie gone and everyone but Amy locked into a long-term relationship on the island, it was Christina’s idea that the ex-pornstar try to find a match for her with the help of the sophisticated computer program. Of course, this was the same program (which Christina wrote) that helped sort through my likes and dislikes, and linked me up with women such as Lindsay and Devon, as well as all of the others (excluding Jessica, who was brought here as a hire). Without this personality profiler / match-maker software, I would have never met any of these (mostly) wonderful ladies over the past year. I may still be alone...
Christina played around with the program a bit until she got it where Amy could fill out the long questionnaire, and then have a list of the 20 women (out of my personal top 250) who were best suited for her. The idea was we would bring the one woman Amy liked the most here, and try our best to hook them up together as a couple.
Though she would never admit it, Amy and her life had hit rock-bottom this past week. Her confidence was very shaken. Both Christina and I felt that this unique form of “computer dating” was the best alternative for her at this point in time. Hey... it worked out pretty well for me.
As I mentioned to Christina earlier, I had the sense that Amy really did not want to stay on the island indefinitely. She enjoyed it here, but seemingly thought of it as more of a vacation spot than a place to live. I think a lot of that stemmed from the fact that Amy felt she may intrude on the three-way relationship I had with both Lindsay and Devon.
Amy had been very candid recently about her feelings for me, but was also quick to point out that she was very happy that I was with Lindsay and Devon (especially Lindsay). I could be wrong here, but perhaps Amy felt if she decided to stay here permenently, her feelings for me would spiral out of control and she would end up hurting Lindsay and/or Devon.
People have called Amy several things in her lifetime, but I could never imagine someone accusing her of being a home wrecker. She seemed to have good family values, and was genuinely happy when others were in love together. True love such as this was something Amy had strived for all of her life. Perhaps she did not to mess with the joy and happiness of others, knowing how important it was to her personally?
Plus, I was getting the sense more and more that Amy would never do a thing to harm Lindsay. Amy loved Lindsay the very same way she loved me. But on the other hand, everyone here loved Lindsay. She was just that special type of sweetheart.

* * *

“Hey, I finally finished,” Amy proclaimed, as she stepped into the outdoor gazebo where Christina, Lisa and yours truly were enjoying a mid-afternoon picnic feast.
“It only took you three hours,” Christina giggled, looking at her wristwatch. “Jeremy took about four when he filled out that long questionnaire. He had to rest for while, too.”
“My brain feels like it is scrambled,” Amy sighed, taking a seat upon her knees next to me upon the gazebo’s floor. She giggled and added, “But I answered everything truthfully.
When do you think, Jeremy, whomever I pick can come here?”
“Tomorrow, if she wants,” I answered, which seemed to enliven Amy. “It’s a matter of whomever that person is first wanting to come here, then how long it would take them to uproot their life and temporarily say good-bye to her family and friends. The decision will be up to her.”
“Christina is a computer genius,” Lisa observed.
“Here, have one,” I said to Amy, offering her a salmon
shish-ka-bob. “Tastes delicious.”
“Let’s go back to your suite, Jeremy, and try to find out who Amy’s dream-woman is,” Christina snickered, raising up to her feet. “It will only take a couple of seconds for the computer to come up with the 20 best matches for her.”
Still nibbling on the salmon shish-ka-bob, Amy stood up and then I followed suit. Lisa, who was lounging in a nearby chair, decided to stay behind in the gazebo.
“I don’t like computers,” she told us.
“I’ll be back for you in a couple of minutes, honey-pie,”
Christina said to Lisa, offering her a tender, loving kiss on the lips. “Don’t you worry...”
“That’s what I want,” Amy nodded, as she, Christina and I exited the gazebo and headed back toward my personal suite. “I want someone to love me like Christina and Lisa love each other. It would be so wonderful...”

* * *

My eyes wide, Amy let out a hearty laugh as minutes later, the program listed the 20 women in the database who were best suited for her. At the top of the chart was none other than sweet, little Lindsay. Christina chuckled as well.
“I think I inputted the answers which described me the best,” Amy giggled. “Who better to have at the top of my list than Lindsay? I love that little thing so much.”
“Just because Lindsay is listed as number one; it does not mean she is the best choice for you, Amy,” Christina advised. “Remember, Lindsay was fourth on Jeremy’s list. I’d say any of the women in the top five... you have an excellent chance of really connecting with.”
“How about I just take Lindsay and run off with her?” Amy asked in a playful tone. “She’d make me happy! Oh wow... look at that. Gianna is listed at number nine. Incredible.”
“Too bad Gianna didn’t stay with us last year,” I frowned.
“She could have been the one for you, Amy.”
Seated in front of the computer, Amy took control of the keyboard and said, “Let’s find out about numbers two through five. Who exactly are these names?”
“She’s pretty,” I nodded eagerly, as the picture image and biography of Ophelie - a tall, statuesque blonde from France, but now living in Miami, loaded up. Ophelie was ranked second on Amy’s compatibility list.
“However you say that girl’s name,” Christina snickered, “she looks a lot like my Lisa!”
“Tanya,” Amy grinned, licking her lips, as the next woman (#3) appeared on the screen. “She’s hot, too. A brunette. I like brunettes. But she reminds me too much of Stephanie.”
In the fourth position was Gabrielle, a saucy Mexican bombshell who lived in Arizona. Amy’s eyes were about to pop out of her skull as a scanned image of Gabrielle wearing denim shorts and a half-blouse appeared on the screen.
“Gabrielle was in my top 20 list as well,” I told Amy. “I strongly considered bringing her here last summer, but chose Torrie instead. Still, she’s very nice.”
“You probably chose Torrie instead of Gabrielle because Torrie is blonde, and Gabrielle isn’t!” Amy chirped. “I know you have a preference for blondes, Jeremy. I’m the only non-blonde remaining on the island!”
“Blondes have more fun,” Christina teased, flipping her long, free-flowing hair with a hand for emphasis.
In the fifth slot on Amy’s personal list was Suzanne, an All-American, athletic blonde from Florida. Amy did not seem to pay her much attention, however.
“All of these girls are incredibly beautiful,” she said. “Suzanne and Tanya... I didn’t seem to have a rush about them. Well, Tanya I did. But she reminds me too much of Stephanie. It’s almost scary.”
“Then you want to pick between Gabrielle and Ophelie?” I nodded. “Make your choice, Amy. I’ll call whichever one you choose immediately, and see if she is still interested in coming to the island. Two million bucks will help.”
“Let me read their bios first,” Amy nodded, loading the page for Ophelie back up. “French chick here lives in Miami, and has an interest in modeling. Oooooh... lingerie and bikini modeling. She even came to America as a model.”
“Likes to party,” Christina observed upon the monitor. “Enjoys quiet, romantic evenings, too. Seems varied. Look at that. She even answered yes to Jeremy’s porn question. Does she watch at least two porn movies per month? That would probably be very important to you too, Amy.”
“Gabrielle says she watches porn as well,” Amy chirped, after loading the Mexican’s bio and picture up. “Neither of them necessarily have to know of me. I just don’t want whomever to freak out when they learn I used to be a porno star. I don’t want another Jessica on my hands.”
“Gabrielle works as a waitress in a diner,” Christina mused. “You have something in common with her there, Amy. You used to be a waitress, too. 23 years of age, but still lives at home with her parents. Can’t afford college.”
“I like both Ophelie and Gabrielle a whole lot,” Amy said. “Ophelie scored a 97.3 percent compatibility rate with me, while Gabrielle was 96.9. Too close.” She whined and asked, “Who do you think I should choose?”
“It’s not up to either myself or Jeremy,” Christina told her. “This is your decision, Amy.”
“I like French girls and their accents, but I’ve always been attracted to Senioritas!” Amy patted both hands upon the computer desk and fretted, “Oh, I don’t know which of them to choose! Can’t I just have both?”
I laughed and replied, “It’s best you pick just one, Amy. You need to concentrate on only one woman over the next two months if you really want to find true love. Plus, you would show her that you’re really interested in her, instead of dividing your loyalties while trying to make a decision.”
“I agree wholeheartedly,” Christina offered.
“Lindsay was fourth on your list, Jeremy, and Gabrielle
is fourth on mine. I think someone is trying to tell me something here. I... I... I’m picking Gabrielle!” Amy nodded her head for emphasis, then added, “It will be nice to have someone else here who ISN’T A BLONDE! Gabrielle’s hair is as black as the night. She looks mysterious...”
“Let me save your results, then I must head back to my Lisa,” Christina said, leaning over and typing away upon the keyboard. “Her and I are going up to the cliff which overlooks the mansion and the beach. We’ll probably be there for the rest of the afternoon.”
Before Christina was able to stand up straight again, Amy curled her neck and offered the slender blonde a full kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” the 28-year-old said, her voice full of gratitude. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure,” Christina grinned. “Anything to help one of my island sisters out.” She gave Amy a kiss and a smile, then turned and exited the suite.
“Call her up!” Amy demanded, having already extended the telephone to me. “Call my little chica up, and see if you can get her on the next plane to Peru!”

* * *

My conversation with Gabrielle went according to plan. The 23-year-old from Phoenix remembered filling out the long and detailed application/questionnaire for my island adventure early last year. She was also disappointed that I did not choose her as one of my original ladies.
But coming from a destitute Spanish family, Gabrielle did not show any hesitation to accepting my current offer of spending the remainder of the summer here on the island. It all had to do with the money, of course. I think she nearly fainted when I offered her $2,000,000 to come here.
Gabrielle was frantic and awestruck for a bit, but said she was willing to be on the next flight to Peru. That obviously made Amy very happy. I told Gabrielle that I would book her on a flight from Phoenix to Los Angeles, and then Lima, for tomorrow morning. I would call her back sometime this evening with all the information she needed.
Before our conversation ended, Gabrielle asked me if I was willing to forward her some of the money. Normally I would not have done this (because I’m not the trustworthy type), but Gabrielle explained how her family was poor and could really use a kick-start in life.
When she said her father worked two jobs, I immediately gave in and promised I would wire $50,000 to her family after meeting her tomorrow at the airport in Lima. Gabrielle was so happy and said that even though the brochures I sent her last year made the island seem like “an erotic resort”, her parents urged her to apply for it. They knew she was wild and precocious, Gabrielle said, and thought the island would be a wonderful place for her to make some money.
Last year, of course, the pay-out was supposed to be either $50,000 or $500,000. The brochure I sent Gabrielle (as well as every other woman who was interested) made that point perfectly clear. Now, I offered her $2,000,000.

* * *

Much later that evening, I was snuggling close with Amy upon a floor cushion in the recreation room. Her back was pressed upon my front, and I was holding her tightly. We were engaged in a rather lengthy, detailed discussion.
“I just find it hard to believe that I went to a computer to find me someone,” Amy mused, shaking her head. Obviously, the red-head had settled down from her earlier euphoria when she learned that Gabrielle would arrive at 3pm tomorrow. “I had some friends in Ohio who tried computer dating. I... I always laughed at them, saying I didn’t need a computer to find me a date. Now look at me.”
“Those people you ‘dated’ in Ohio treated you like total garbage, Amy,” I told her. “It was all lust and sex for you back then. You were nothing more than an object to them.” I paused and added, “Finding someone with the help of a computer is not a bad thing. That computer program helped me find you, dear. Lindsay, Devon, hell... even Pamela. Without that program, I could walk right by you or Lindsay on the street today, and not know who you are.”
“That’s not a good thought,” Amy pouted. “I wouldn’t know who Lindsay is, either...”
“We’ll see how Gabrielle works out for you, dear. You just have to take it slow and easy with her. I would strongly suggest that you hold back on the 15-inch dildos for awhile. Or for that matter, any dildos. You may even want to hold off on sex with her. Find out if she is the right girl for you, then go from there. Take it SLOW.”
“Gabrielle did say this island is an erotic resort,” Amy reminded me. “So she knows what she is getting herself into. I’m not so sure I’ll have to hold off on the sex with her. But I will hold back the big dildos and vibrators until she at least gets to know the real me.” Amy frowned and added, “Will you help me, Jeremy? Will you help me if you think I’m headed down the wrong path with her?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just... if you think I’m being too forceful or pushy
with Gabrielle at any time,” Amy answered. “I’ve really been that way with everyone for the past 10 years. It will be hard to change, but I’m going to do my best. I may just need some... guidance, along the way. You set me straight?”
“I’ll do whatever I can to help you,” were my words. “I know how much you want to change, Amy. And I know how much you want true love. But at the same time, the one who must ultimately help you is YOU. You have to help yourself.”
Just as I said those words, sweet, little Lindsay rolled into the recreation room. She exchanged greetings with us, then took a seat on the floor and settled her head upon Amy’s shoulder - using it as a pillow.
“What have you been up to all day?” Amy wondered, gently stroking her hair. “I only seen you for minute at dinner.”
“Devon and I took Jeremy’s Jeep all the way to the other side of the island,” Lindsay replied. “You know that fresh-water basin, atop the ridge, which spills out into the ocean? We went swimming there, and had a picnic.” Lindsay giggled and added, “I heard that I was rated number one on your computer list, Amy.”
“You’d be number one on a lot of people’s lists, honey,” the 28-year-old nodded, kissing Lindsay on the forehead. “So I wasn’t surprised to see you that way on mine. I just hope that Gabrielle is half as good for me as you are. I’d be ecstatic if she was.”
“People always give me nice compliments,” Lindsay grinned.
“No one I’ve ever met in my entire life is quite the total
sweetheart that you are,” Amy told her. “Maybe that’s why everyone likes you, Lindsay. You’re just so free and open, fun-loving... friendly. At times, it seems like you don’t have a care in the world. I wish I could be more like you.”
“Not everyone compliments me, though,” Lindsay frowned. “I heard what Jessica said about me yesterday. She was talking about what I did with Louisa.” The teen’s spirits then raised as she added, “I really don’t care about her! Jessica’s opinion is just that - her opinion. I’m not going to let her drag me down. Life is too short to feel sad.”
Amy frowned, then shook her head. “I do wish I could be like you, Lindsay. You must have come from a good family.”
“My family is the BEST!” the little blonde smiled. “They have always been very supportive of me - no matter what I chose to do. They miss me now, but understand that I am happy here on this island. So they’re happy for me, too. Although... they don’t know exactly what happens here.”
“I wish I had your outlook on life,” Amy told her.
“Lindsay has cheered me up over the past year; especially
the past seven months,” I offered. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. She is so full of life and energy.”
“I have been hurt, though,” Lindsay said, turning her head to look back at Amy. “Trish hurt me really bad, as did Pamela. I’ll never forgive them for what they did to not only me, but Jeremy as well. Really, all of us.”
“You’ve moved on from them pretty well though, it seems,” Amy smiled. “Jeremy said that Gabrielle sounded real sweet and charming over the telephone. I’m hoping she is a lot like you, Lindsay. I would be so happy if she is.”
Lindsay giggled and brought one of Amy’s hands to her mouth, then gently kissed it. “You almost sound like a completely different person!” the 19-year-old squealed. “For the past year, you’ve done nothing but tell me what a nasty, degrading slut I am. You’ve pounded me during sex. Now you talk to me like Devon and Jeremy do...”
“My priorities were straightened out last week,” Amy told her. “When I was in that hospital bed with all those wires attached to me, I wondered to myself if this was how I wanted to die. I wondered...”
“Don’t say things like that, Amy!” Lindsay whined.
“No, it’s okay,” the red-head assured her. “It’s just, I
thought if I were to die that night, I’d die so lonely and unhappy. I re-evaluated everything about myself. I made a promise to myself that if God helped me get through whatever was wrong with me, I was going to change my ways.”
Amy kissed Lindsay on the forehead once more and added, “I’ll still call you a slut, honey. And in time, I will blast you with my dildos. It’s just outside of sex - like right now - I’m going to be more open and honest about myself, and my feelings. I’m going to let my true self out.” She paused and concluded, “I love you, Lindsay.”
The tender blonde sat up, then turned around and faced Amy, smiling broadly. “I love you, too. I always have.”
My body tingled with a warm glow as the pair of ladies shared a warm, thoughtful embrace.
“Ohhhhh...” Amy sighed after it was over, trying to keep her emotions in check. She turned toward me and said, “One thing worried me about Gabrielle, Jeremy. From what you told me, she seemed a little too obsessed with money. It seemed she may have had Jessica-itis.”
“All of us were obsessed with the money,” Lindsay said. “I know when I first came here, all I cared about was the money. I was 18 years of age and had a chance at half a million dollars. It was the only reason I came here.” She paused and added, “But after I got here, things changed. It’s been that way for a lot of us.”
“You do have a point there,” Amy nodded. “I came here for the chance at big money, too. After my first few days here, though, I didn’t even care about the money anymore.”
“I loved being with Jeremy, and all the other girls,” Lindsay mused. “Soon, I felt as though I should be the one who was paying to stay here... not the other way around.”
I cleared my throat and offered, “Gabrielle is coming here for the money, no doubt. But she’s just like the rest of you girls were last year. Hopefully as time goes by, she will not care as much about the money. She will see the island and everyone here as a loving, close-knit family.”
“What about her real family, though?” Amy wondered. “I mean... her own parents encouraging her to come here. Does that seem a little strange to either of you?”
“Not really, since they’re poor,” I answered. “Gabrielle said that her parents think with all the money she will earn here, she can make something of herself in life. She will be able to afford college, and also give her parents a better place to live. Two million bucks will help them. Apparently, they know Gabrielle leads a varied sex life.”
“Jeremy is going to fly my whole family here so they can visit us in the fall,” Lindsay commented. “My mom and dad, and my sister. They’re all looking forward to it, too, since I’ve sent them a ton of pictures and videos. They said the island looks like how they would imagine Hawaii!”
“We’re not sure that Lindsay’s family needs to know that she is intimate with Devon, though,” I told Amy. “They already know that Lindsay and I are getting married. We’re thinking of having Devon pose as a maid for the week or two that they visit us. Devon is open to the idea.”
“Just make sure she wears something more conservative than that French maid’s outfit from the other night!” the little blonde snickered. “My parents would freak out... especially my dad! Devon would give him a heart attack!”
“When are you two getting married?” Amy asked, curious.
“December 31st is a day we’ve discussed,” I answered.
Amy placed a hand to her mouth and sighed in shock.
“That’s the day after Pamela left you last year!”
I nodded and countered, “It’s also the day Lindsay and I officially became a couple. Lindsay... she pulled me away from that cliff. I was so distraught over Pamela that I was seconds away from jumping off. Lindsay saved my life. From that point on, her and I have been inseparable.”
“I don’t like you talking about what happened on the cliff that day,” Lindsay said, making a fist and punching me gently in the shoulder. She then made a face and added, “I don’t want to hear anymore about that, Jeremy.”
Amy changed the subject by saying, “I sure hope that the doctor clears me tomorrow, so I can go back to my normal routine. I haven’t been fucked in a week!”
“I can barely go an hour without sex anymore,” Lindsay giggled. “How have you made it through a whole week?”
“I had to,” Amy told her. “I had no other choice. The doctor told me that I was not allowed to do anything strenuous until I saw him again. Nothing which would get my heart pumping too fast. Hopefully, he will say I can go back to doing the things I enjoy when I see him tomorrow.”
“You better hope so,” Lindsay told her. “What if your new girlfriend needs her pussy licked tomorrow night? It would be awful if the doctor still held you back from sex.”
“I don’t think he will,” Amy countered. “I feel fine. I feel better than I have in long time. No more muscle spasms or weakness, or feeling nervous. He said those were symptoms of what was wrong with me - hyperthyroidism. This medicine I’m taking is really powerful.”
“Jeremy takes thyroid medicine, too,” Lindsay mused. “He just has a slight irregularity with his, though. It’s not near as serious as what you went through last week, Amy.”
“I know he takes thyroid medicine,” the red-head nodded. “He said he has to take it for the rest of his life. I fear the doctor will say that to me tomorrow, too. I hate taking medicine. Looks like I’ll have to, though.”
Amy glanced back at me, but then her eyes immediately drifted downward. She caught sight of the huge lump which had formed within my shorts the moment she and Lindsay began talking about her recent lack of sex.
“What’s gotten into you, Jeremy?” Amy grinned.
I shook my head and laughed in response. “This has been
the toughest week of my life, Amy. I’ve spent more time with you this week than I ever have before. I’ve held you repeatedly, kissed you, soothed you... listened to you open your heart and soul to me. I can’t tell you how many times I just ACHED to take you into my arms, and make love to you.”
“Make love to me?” Amy grinned, her tone heartfelt and very genuine. “Wow... that sounds romantic!”
“But I couldn’t!” I growled weakly in response, shaking my head once more. “I knew that you were under strict orders from the doctor to take it easy.”
Amy reached out and caressed the huge lump in my shorts with her right hand. “I’m sure I could give you a blowjob right now, though, Jeremy. As I said, I feel much better than I have recently. I know there won’t be any problems...”
“No,” I told her. “You’re getting clearance from your doctor before you do anything sexual. That’s final.”
“Ohhhhh...” Amy whined, now running her fingertips over and across my burning crotch. “I just can’t stand to see a big, hard cock like that go to waste.” She paused and added, “The doctor better free me tomorrow!”
“It doesn’t have to go to waste,” Lindsay wryly grinned, licking her lips. “I’ll suck his cock. I’ll suck it real good. I always do.”
“Ohhhhh...” Amy whined again, as she watched Lindsay lay down front-first upon the carpeted floor. “I’m going to be reduced to a spectator? A voyeur? Not fair!”
“I’ll dedicate this blowjob to you,” Lindsay told her, slithering up to me upon the floor as I extended my legs and stretched them outward. Lindsay settled between them, and with her face just inches away from my crotch, she began tugging away at my belt.
“Can you save some of his cum for me?” Amy begged. “I mean, just a taste? It seems like forever since I had one!”
“Of course you can have a taste,” Lindsay giggled, now unlooping my belt and tossing it elsewhere. Next, she went to work on my shorts. “I’ll save some of his cum in my mouth, then we can swap it through a kiss. How about that?”
Amy nodded eagerly, looking like a kid in a candy store. Obviously, Amy’s withdraw from sex over the past week was having a greater effect on her than I originally thought. I hoped for Amy’s sake, the hospital doctor would give her total clearance to resume her normal activities tomorrow.
“I haven’t had that in over a week...” Amy whined, as Lindsay pulled my cock out from within my shorts. Still laying front-down with her head nestled between my wide, outstretched legs, the 19-year-old grasped the base of my shaft with her hand and licked its tip like a lollipop.
Of course, pleasure coursed throughout my entire body as Lindsay tongued my erection in the open air. Adding to my personal enjoyment was Amy, who sat off to the side and looked on with very envious eyes. She was writhing and squirming about in response to what Lindsay was doing to me.
Obviously, Amy was not used to being in this position. Whenever sex was involved, she had always gotten her way - and her share of fulfillment. Was this, perhaps, the first time in her life that Amy would not act upon her lust?
“Hmmmmm...” Lindsay moaned leisurely, as she took the full length of my shaft into her mouth and began sucking away on it. Her fingertips now kneading my aching balls, Lindsay swirled her tongue over and around my erection within her heavenly mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock lodged somewhere deep within the reaches of her throat.
Despite that, the little blonde still offered a smile as she made eye contact with me. I gulped my own throat and swallowed hard in response to those blue eyes, which were glowing with an obvious mixture of devotion and lust.
Lindsay made a loud sound of passionate hunger as she started to bob her head up-and-down over my throbbing cock. I tossed my own head back and sighed in wanderlust, but then looked back down and found that her eyes were still locked squarely on my face. My breathing became more ragged once the nymphomaniac increased the speed of her head-bobs.
Off to the side, Amy whined in exasperated desire as she openly massaged one of her large, firm breasts through the blouse she wore. Soon, the gorgeous red-head undid a few buttons on that blouse, and slipped her hand inside. A look of pure, unfulfilled lust then washed over her lovely face. I could tell by the outlines of two fingers upon the blouse that she was busy tweaking her left nipple.
“I love cock,” Lindsay chirped, taking mine out of her mouth for a moment. She licked its sensitive underside in the open air for several seconds, then grasped its base and focused upon my balls. She lovingly swiped at each testicle with her tongue while also nuzzling them with her lips.
My whole body felt as though it was on that proverbial “cloud nine”. I reached down with both hands and cradled Lindsay’s head with them, running my fingers through her long, silky-smooth hair. As I stared down at her rather intently, I inwardly thought how much I truly loved Lindsay.
Later, I told myself, this would have to be one of those nights where I do nothing but hug and kiss Lindsay for hours on end. Devon had already volunteered to spend the night with Amy, so the red-head would not have to be alone. Thus, I would have Lindsay to myself before we went to sleep...
“Oh, what I wouldn’t do!” Amy screeched, her eyes focused upon Lindsay’s darling, little ass (encased in tight jogging shorts) as it wiggled back-and-forth seductively beneath her. “The doctor better say I can start living again!” Amy licked her lips, her green eyes still locked upon Lindsay’s hot ass. “I’d give anything for a taste of that pussy right now!” Her eyes flashed as she added, “Or maybe even that ass...”
I suddenly got the sense that Amy was torturing herself by watching Lindsay offer me this spectacular blowjob. I did not like that thought. No matter how much Amy wanted to jump right in and make this a three-some, she couldn’t. Not until the doctor gave her clearance, anyway.
“I think maybe we should stop,” I said, now holding the palms of my hands upon Lindsay’s head. I tried to gently push it away from my crotch, but Lindsay wouldn’t budge.
“We’re not stopping anything until I’m finished with you,” the teen-ager squealed, still licking and nuzzling my balls.
“But Amy...” I said in protest, looking at her. “This isn’t fair to her. She shouldn’t have to watch us like this! I know how much she wants to jump right in.”
“No... don’t stop,” Amy pleaded, shaking her head while glaring at me. “Please don’t stop. I want to watch!”
I tilted my head at her and asked, “You’re not getting overly excited, are you? Remember doctor’s orders...”
“I’m just getting warm,” Amy replied, grinning. “That’s all. Overly excited for me would mean getting fucked.” She paused and added, “Which is why it would be okay if I helped Lindsay suck your cock. Can I, Jeremy? PLEASE?”
As much as I wanted to let her, I couldn’t. “I’m sorry, Amy. Your health and well-being are what matters most.”
The 28-year-old let out a whine, but then glared at me and promised, “You’re going to GET IT, Jeremy. Maybe not tomorrow, because hopefully I’ll be with Gabrielle. But soon, I’m going to rip you apart.” She paused and added, “I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve never fucked any man before.”
My heart literally stopped beating with those words...
It started thumping hard again, though, once Lindsay took my cock back into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Her right hand now cupping and massaging my balls, Lindsay’s head began to bob up-and-down over my erection at a frantic pace. I had to inhale a deep breath immediately, and clench up every muscle within my body to stave off an orgasm.
Lindsay’s head was a blur as it bobbed away upon my cock. At the same time, Amy stared at us with a look of erotic desperation in her eyes. Indeed, this was the first time in her life that Amy had not gotten what she wanted. I could see that just from the expression upon her face. I felt sorry for Amy, but she wanted to stay here and watch us...
I let out a heated growl of arousal as the first eruption overtook my body. From somewhere deep within my gut, the sensations just seemed to explode as I shot a heavy stream of cum directly into Lindsay’s mouth. Steadying herself, the little minx curled her neck and clamped both lips upon my erection rather tightly. Then, the second blast came.
I was moaning like a lunatic in response to these wondrous feelings, but was able to glance downward and realize that Lindsay was not swallowing my sperm. Her cheeks were a bit expanded - as if they were blown up, or holding something.
When the third (and final) spurt jettisoned outward from my cock, Lindsay’s cheeks expanded even more. I wondered to myself why she wasn’t swallowing my sperm. Lindsay was a true cum-slut, and would do anything for a taste of it. Then, however, I was reminded of her earlier promise...
My limp cock was released from the wondrous clutches of Lindsay’s mouth as she turned to face Amy. Her cheeks still expanded, the two ladies met in what was literally a head-on collision. Lindsay rose up to her knees and attached her mouth to Amy’s. She curled her head downward and seemingly offered every ounce of my sperm to the exasperated red-head. Of course, Amy guzzled it down her throat so quickly that it seemed as if it was her first meal in days.
In the aftermath, the pair of ladies swapped their tongues and traded gentle kisses, but nothing between them was too heated. Lindsay was well aware of Amy’s medical condition and obviously did not want her to snap, and lose control of herself. I was proud of Lindsay, too - she was able to keep her own feelings and desires in check.
What about me? I had just received one of the all-time greatest blowjobs from Lindsay. My whole body felt mellow, with the exception of my cock. It felt lifeless! Lindsay had done such a wonderful job with her fellatio work.
“Hmmmmm... thank you,” Amy grinned, once she and Lindsay finally backed away from their exchange of tongues. “That was delicious! I’m gonna have to re-pay you for it someday, sweetheart. Someday... real soon!”
“You’re very welcome,” Lindsay squealed in response. “I know you would do the same for me, Amy, if our roles were reversed. That’s what people who are in love together do. They are always willing to help each other out.”
“Exactly!” Amy nodded. “I’d do anything for you, honey.”

* * *

Now seated upon her knees, Lindsay turned toward me and offered one of her patented, ultra-sweet smiles. Her eyes drifted downward and focused upon my drained cock for a few seconds. Then, she looked me in the eyes once more and opened her mouth, and pointed toward it with a finger.
I gulped my throat and told her, “You almost killed it, sweetheart. I need some time to rest...”
“It’s my turn,” the vixen murmured. “Amy got to swallow your cum, and now it’s my turn.” Lindsay rose up to her knees, then hunched over and used her elbows for added support. She hovered above my cock, licking her lips.
“But Lindsay...” I protested faintly, knowing there was no use. I needed to rest for a few minutes in the worst way possible. But there was no stopping Lindsay.
“I’m just gonna have to keep sucking your cock until it gets hard, then.” She closed her mouth over it and mumbled the words, “I don’t care if it takes all day!”

<<<- End of Part 17 ->>>

There were certain days every now and then, usually when I was alone in my suite while the girls were out playing in the sun, that I would have what could best be described as a relapse. My mind would wander seven months into the past, and I would try to sort through every single memory I had of the time. Why, I still asked myself, did Pamela leave me?
What did I do wrong to Pamela? Was it something I said to her? Was it a cumulative thing? Was our marriage, as she told me, really nothing more than a mistake? We had just experienced a wonderful Christmas together. At least, that was what I thought. Then, Pamela dropped that “I want a divorce” bomb on me out of nowhere.
Even now - seven months later - I had no concrete idea or reason why she left me. It wasn’t because I was blind, or not smart enough to figure things out. Pamela never gave me a reason. One day, everything was wonderful between us. The next, she was running off with Trish. What happened?
I was a good husband to Pamela. That much, I am sure of. I would have done anything to make her happy. I would have went to the ends of the Earth just to see her smile for me. I just don’t understand where it was that I went wrong.
As I sat in my personal suite on this sunny morning, I grimaced sadly as these thoughts swirled throughout my mind. I used to debate this to myself over and over every single day. But with the help of Lindsay and Devon, I was able to get through the pain and suffering of having my once beloved wife leave me for another woman a lot sooner than I should have. Now, I had occasional days like this. A relapse.
I took a deep breath as I sat on the bed, and shook my head in despair. What hurt me more than anything was that Pamela refused to offer me a concrete explanation as to why she wanted a divorce. Irreconciable differences was the term Pamela used. What did that mean? Our marriage, she said, was a mistake. Why? What did I do wrong?
Pamela did say, when she first dropped the bomb on me, that it felt as though she was suffocating on this island. It shielded her from the rest of civilization. When we went to the mainland during Christmas week, Pamela told me, she actually felt a bit scared and timid around other people. She had lived in isolation - here on the island - for seven long months, and had forgotten how to interact with others.
But that could not have been the main reason why Pamela left me. Pamela did not enjoy living on the island anymore. No matter where she wanted to live, I was willing to move there for her. I was even willing to destroy the island if it would have made her happy. All I wanted was for us to be together, and our marriage to succeed and last forever...
Pamela did not even pay my words a second thought, though. She was not even open to listening to my pleas. My ex-wife packed up all of her belongings and boarded a helicopter, along with Trish, and left my life forever that same day.
I rose up from the bed and covered my face with a hand. It was difficult not to break down and start crying, but I was able to stave it off. I remembered how horrible I felt the day that Pamela left me. I also remembered Lindsay, as she cried for hours. Just as Pamela ripped my heart out and stomped it to shreds, Trish did the same to Lindsay.
At one point, Lindsay and Trish seemed like the perfect couple. They were shadows of each other - doing literally everything together. To tell you the truth, I felt as though Trish leaving Lindsay was even more puzzling than what Pamela had done to me.
I found it difficult to believe that Trish and Pamela were collaborating together behind our backs all that time. But that was how they made it seem. Pamela claimed that she and Trish were in love with each other from the very first time they met. That made no sense whatsoever, since it seemed that the two were more lusty friends than true lovers until the shocking turn of events at the end.
I shook my head as a tear streaked down my face. Then, the dam broke. I started crying, albeit softly. Why did Pamela leave me? What did I do wrong to her? Was there something I could have done differently? Why did Pamela, if all the things she said were true, even marry me in the first place? Surely, there had to be an explanation...
As I continued crying in my own self-pity, there was a knock at the door to my personal suite. I was startled, but quickly decided not to answer it. I could not let one of the girls see me in a weakened state like this.
After a second knock, my eyes widened as the door slowly began to open. In a rush, I wiped and rubbed away the tears which had accumulated on my face. A split-second later, Lisa stuck her head around the corner of the door and caught sight of me. Needless to say, I was surprised to see her.
“Hi Jeremy,” Lisa said, offering a smile. “I hope you don’t mind that I barged in on you.”
I was mad. Angry. Upset. Perhaps my most long-standing rule was that none of the girls - except Lindsay and Devon - were allowed into my personal suite unless they were invited first. Lisa had knocked, then opened the door on her own accord and thus, intruded. Indeed, I was mad.
“Not at all, dear,” I said very calmly, answering her question. “You didn’t barge in at all.”
I cringed to myself. It was both a good and bad trait - my ability to mask emotions of anger. I could not raise my voice around any of the ladies unless I had a really good reason to do so. Even then, it would be difficult.
“Are you okay, Jeremy?” Lisa asked, concerned, as she stepped into the suite.
Apparently, she was able to tell that I had been crying. I turned my face and rubbed it quickly with both hands, wanting all traces of tears to vanish. Still, however, I had been caught. Lisa knew something was wrong.
“Want to talk about it?” she asked, closing the distance between us and placing her hand upon my back.
“Not really,” I told her, holding back a painful grin. She was not Lindsay or Devon - both of whom I shared my innermost feelings with. Lisa was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger to me. Of all the women on the island, I knew Lisa the least. She rarely said anything to me. In fact, Lisa rarely talked with anyone but her girlfriend, Christina. She was just a quiet, reserved type.
“You didn’t have a fight with Lindsay or Devon, did you?” she asked, looking puzzled. “They’re the ones who sent me here. They want you to come play volleyball with us.”
Frowning, a thought hit me. Perhaps if I open up with Lisa and tell her (a little) about my problems, she would feel more comfortable with me. Thus, she would open up, too. Or at the very least, talk to me some more.
“I was... umm, thinking about Pamela,” I replied, taking a seat upon the bed. Lisa settled down beside me, her hand still upon my back. “I have Lindsay and Devon, and I love them very much. But Pamela - and the way she left me - I still have days where I think about her, and it hurts.”
“I know exactly how you feel,” the 21-year-old pouted. “My very first girlfriend... well, my very first anything, actually - her name was Kari. I was with her for three long years. I thought we would be together forever. But then one day, Kari dumped me. She said she found someone better.”
Lisa paused and added, “We met in high school, when I was 15. Kari was 17. She seduced me one night and even took my virginity. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for her. Kari had me do other girls, other guys. She said that I was her personal, private slut. I never had a single thought about it, either, because it made her happy. Then... one day, I wasn’t good enough for her anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Lisa,” I frowned, putting an arm around her shoulder and kissing the side of her head. “Seems like we have a few things in common. Pamela and Kari sound similar.”
“I’m always fearful that Christina may leave me one day like that, too,” the intoxicating blonde admitted. “I know it sounds crazy, but I fear that every single day.”
“Christina is not going to leave you, dear,” I told her. “She thinks the absolute world of you. I’ve known her for three years and she has told me, time and time again, that no one could possibly make her any happier than you.” Lisa smiled as I added, “In fact, she just mentioned that to me - again - the other day. Christina loves you so very much.”
Still smiling, Lisa said, “When I feel confident about my relationship with Christina, I’m glad Kari dumped me. It is a good thing. I loved Kari very much, but I love Christina more. I would have never met Christina if Kari didn’t dump me. But... because of what Kari did to me, I always have that little voice that Christina may dump me, too.”
“It will never happen, dear. She loves you too much.”
“You feel bad that Pamela left you,” Lisa commented. “It
hurts you very much. But think about it. Was it a good thing? Think about it. Was it? You seem so much happier, Jeremy, with Lindsay and Devon.”
“I am happier,” I admitted. “I have long thought that I should have married Lindsay in the first place. But still, Pamela was my wife and I was committed to her. I loved her very, very much. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with her. That is what I wanted.”
“Pamela didn’t deserve you, Jeremy,” Lisa said, offering a smile. “I thought last year, you and Lindsay were a much better match. The others felt that way too, though we never let you or her know that. Lindsay has always been crazy about you, Jeremy. I seen it the very first day I came to the island last year. I seen it in her eyes.” She paused and added, “I seen it in your eyes too, Jeremy - about her.”
“Basically, Amy said the same thing to me recently,” were my words. “I am better off with Lindsay, as well as Devon. Still, I loved Pamela very much at one point. I loved her enough, obviously, to marry her. It hurts that she left me.”
“I know it hurts, Jeremy,” the 21-year-old cooed. “I went through the same thing with Kari. I like to look at it with a positive mindset, though. I’m better off with Christina. You’re better off with Lindsay and Devon. It may sound strange, but them leaving us was a good thing.”
I paused for a moment before saying, “This is one of the few conversations that you and I have had, Lisa. Why is that? You just seem so quiet and reclusive at times.”
She shrugged her shoulders and mused, “I’m just shy, Jeremy. I always have been. Kari and Christina are the only two people that I have really ever opened up with.”
“You know you can say anything to me, Lisa,” I reminded her. “I want all of you girls to know that. I want all of you to trust me that way. I’ll always be here for you.”
“We all know that, Jeremy,” she grinned. “I’ve just never had any real problems to discuss here. I’ve simply been enjoying the ride. The island is so beautiful.”
I smiled at her as well. “I’m sorry, but you caught me at a bad time. I was thinking about Pamela, and all...”
“Oh, it’s okay,” she reassured me. “I don’t mind. I hope my words helped you out. At least, a little bit.”
“It’s always good to talk about your problems.”
“Agreed,” Lisa nodded. “Lindsay and Devon asked me to
come here to get you to come play volleyball with us.” She giggled and added, “They’re probably wondering where we’re at right now. Christina and Amy were there, too. Amy is just watching, though. Nothing strenuous for her.”
“The doctor should clear her later today,” I said. “I’m taking her to the mainland in the big boat about two hours from now. Lindsay wants to come, too. After we leave the hospital, we have to pick up Gabrielle at the airport.”
“I think Amy is gonna explode from a lack of sex,” Lisa snickered. “She may attack you or Lindsay in the waiting room at the hospital if the doctor says she can go back to doing her thing. Amy’s lasted a whole week without sex.”
“I wouldn’t put it past her - attacking me or Lindsay,” I smiled. “I’ll have to keep an eye out for that.”
Lisa glanced downward and spoke in a gentle, furtive tone, “Sometimes I feel like attacking you too, Jeremy.”
“Oh?” I countered, my eyes wide.
“Yeah,” she confirmed, her gaze still cast downward. “I
am a woman, you know. I love Christina and all, but it’s always good to be with a man. We have boyfriends, but I don’t see them quite as often as I’d like.” Lisa looked me square in the eyes and coyly added, “I just love cock.”
I glanced at my wristwatch and yes, there were two hours to spare before Amy, Lindsay and yours truly had to set sail for Lima. This seemed like a pretty good way to spend it.
Lisa was, without a shadow of a doubt, a truly beautiful young woman. She had real cover-girl looks and a very lean, athletic figure which also had its share of wondrous curves. She had the same wholesome, fresh-faced appeal about herself which Lindsay did. It never failed to drive me insane.
Lisa was dressed very nice, as usual. She was wearing a stylish yellow blouse and a pair of white shorts, along with sneakers and socks. Her long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair was pinned-up with the help of a pink beret. I just love it when women pin their up like this. For Lisa, it accentuated the beauty of her face and slender neck - making her appear even more luscious than she already was (if at all possible).
“You just love cock?” I asked, wanting to confirm her last statement. She nodded her head and I countered, “I think... no, I know. I’ll be able to help you out there.”
Lisa and I exchanged knowing smiles before we took each other into a warm, loving embrace. When our lips met, Lisa seemed to suddenly snap. Her calm, peaceful demeanor went out the window, and was replaced with wanton arousal. Lisa kissed me hard, passionately. She literally jammed her tongue down my throat, swirling it about in mad circles.
Returning the favor, I also kissed Lisa with great hunger. I luxuriated in the taste of her sweet mouth, and the feel of her velvety tongue as it now erotically jabbed at mine. My right hand then drifted downward, and offered Lisa’s ass a good, hard squeeze as she rose up to her knees before me.
Once the 21-year-old began continually rubbing her pelvis upon my stomach, an unmistakable rush of sudden, hot passion coursed throughout me. I growled against our mutual kiss, then clutched Lisa’s sweet, rounded ass with my other hand as well. Now using both hands, I pawed and groped away at it like there was no tomorrow.
My cock became full and bulging once Lisa slipped her right hand inside my shorts, and began busily frigging away upon it. I was so short of breath from our intensive kiss that I then had to break it off. Lisa drew her head back and smiled at me, her hand still pumping my cock.
“Sex must bring out the aggression in you,” I sighed.
Lisa giggled, but did not verbally acknowledge my words.
Instead, she used her other hand to yank my shorts downward. Her eyes seemed to glow with desire once she caught a good glimpse of my cock. It was fully erect, and at least for the time being, it had her name on it.
Needing to even the playing field, so to speak, I reached out with both hands and began unbuttoning her yellow blouse. Lisa continued to offer me that playful, charming smile the entire time. Once the blouse was undone, I pulled it open and took in the mouth-watering sight of her luscious breasts. Though clad in a white bra, they still looked intoxicating.
A playful squeal came from Lisa as she released my shaft long enough to whisk herself out of the blouse. An instant later, her hand was busy stroking away once again. Then, I grabbed the shoulder straps of her lacey bra and pulled them downward, exposing her bare breasts.
“Like what you see?” she snickered, as I gawked at her.
“Oh yes,” was my eventual reply.
Lisa was no Devon or Amy when it came to the size of her
breasts, but hers were larger than the typical woman’s. I got the sense as I openly stared at those beautiful breasts that they were begging me for some attention. Of course, I felt the need to quickly comply with their pleas.
I moved my right hand to the underside of one of her full breasts, then lifted it. I gently squeezed and caressed the breast, causing Lisa to moan in response. I smiled, then my mouth seemed to gravitate toward one of her pert nipples.
I closed my lips around the sensitive bud and began to nibble upon it tenderly. As a result, Lisa sighed and placed her hands on either side of my head. She was really enjoying this attention. That was good.
“Oh yeah,” the vixen cooed, arching her neck in response.
“Oh yeah... that feels so good. Lick it! Kiss it!”
The nipple stood at erect attention as I prodded the tip of my tongue against it, over and over again. Next, I extended my tongue and swiped upon her heaving breasts and inbetween her succulent, ample cleavage. My face was soon buried in her cleavage, and I was tasting it with my lips and tongue. My hands cupped both of her breasts as I continued paying homage to her cleavage with my mouth.
I descended even lower, now splaying kisses along her midriff and flat stomach. I tongued her belly button; Lisa giggled in response. Then I detracted my mouth from her body, and went up to her own mouth for yet another kiss.
A squeal came from the exotic blonde as she reached for my shirt and tugged away at it. I quickly slid it over my head, then she reached out and caressed my bare chest. I moved closer to her and then hugged her body against mine, giving myself the opportunity to finally unclasp her bra. I did, and then it was tossed elsewhere as well. I felt Lisa’s hands tug my shorts all the way downward (and off) as I slid my hands along that sculptured, perfect ass.
“We should really do this more often,” she cooed.
“I’ve felt that way about you since last summer, dear,”
I told her. “You just always seem to be in the background.”
“Just enjoying the ride here, as I said earlier,” Lisa squealed. “I’m really enjoying this here, right now...”
I offered Lisa’s mouth yet another kiss, then pinned her to the bed beneath me. Soon, I was splaying tender kisses all across her neck and shoulder area, which caused Lisa’s head to roll and twitch in response.
My mouth began sliding lower, however. Over and through her deepened cleavage, to her midriff and then her abdomen. I licked her belly button once more, then undid her shorts and literally ripped them from her body. Her G-string was next, and then Lisa’s whole body tensed in obvious arousal as I quickly positioned myself (or more specifically, my head) between her widespread thighs. I placed two fingers upon her slit and parted its luscious folds, then slipped my tongue inside for a taste.
Lisa was already wet. She moaned and writhed in pleasure beneath me as I began to lap away at her tender pussy. I moved a finger to her clit and began to massage it, then a hand darted over to her bare hip and rubbed there as well.
When I slid a finger into her folds, Lisa’s body arched high beneath me - particularly her neck and back. She let loose a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure, which warmed my senses. I enjoyed the sight of her bountiful breasts heaving up-and-down from my vantage point between her velvety thighs. Lisa’s breathing had also become rather tense, and ragged.
I began thrusting my finger in-and-out of her slick pussy while now licking away at her clit with my tongue. My sole intention now was to help bring Lisa an orgasm. I was well on my way to doing so, too. Lisa cried out in passion as I flicked my tongue over and across her clit in quick, rapid strokes. Her voluptuous body was squirming and writhing about beneath me in a truly heated state of arousal.
Soon, I was giving her exquisite pussy a series of long, slow licks with my tongue. Lisa let out an earth-shattering scream in response, then her thighs tightened around my head. She yelped something completely incoherent, and then the juices began to flow. My tongue went like wildfire; I wanted to lap up all of her delicious nectar and swallow it.
The young woman’s body had reached the pinnacle of orgasm, and now she was sliding downward from it. I loved hearing her gentle squeals of coos as I continually licked and kissed her inner thighs. Lisa was something special!
“Oh my...” she sighed, once my head finally rose from between her still-spread thighs. “Jeremy... you can do that to me anytime you want!”
I smiled, then slid up her body and planted my mouth upon hers for yet another kiss. We swapped tongues as the lovely 21-year-old hugged me with both arms, embracing me tightly.
We kissed for quite some time, but when it ended, Lisa pulled away and sat upon the bed. She gently shoved me onto my back, then straddled my hips and immediately lowered her heavenly pussy to my throbbing erection.
Both of us moaned with intense desire as my cock forged a path through Lisa’s wondrous pussy. She latched onto my hands with her own, and then the two of us began to rock together. She gently bounced up and down upon my shaft, each downward thrust offering both of us maximum penetration.
Soon, the action between us became more furious. Lisa was now thrashing about upon my erection, our eyes locked together. Both of us were heating up. I felt her hands close around mine, clasping them with extreme force. I watched Lisa above me, her eyes closed and breasts bouncing about in every direction, a look of pure lust upon her face.
Lisa bent at the waist, my shaft still inside her, all the way down until her breasts were touching my chest. She then released my hands, and those hands went directly to her ass and began massaging it while her thrusting action continued. Meanwhile, Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and gave my mouth a feverish, intense kiss.
I soon broke it, however, and growled out like a madman as my cock simply exploded within the confines of her tight, luscious pussy. Lisa found my mouth and kissed me one more time as I pumped my thick seed into her sweet pussy, my arms encircling her shoulders and holding her tightly.
I rolled Lisa over and pinned her to the bed beneath me. Once my cock was tapped out in terms of sperm, I collapsed on top of Lisa, my body feeling weak and exhausted. But at the same time, I felt extremely satisfied.
“We really do need to do this more often,” Lisa cooed, reiterating her earlier statement, as she kissed me on the cheek. “That was wonderful!”
“So were you,” I moaned breathlessly. “So were you...”

* * *

Several hours later, Lindsay, Amy and I were patiently waiting at the airport in Lima for the passengers to begin filing out of the jumbo-jetliner which had originated from Los Angeles. Gabrielle was on the flight, of course, and we could not wait to finally introduce her to the island.
Amy had already paid a visit to the hospital and her doctor, and was given full clearance to resume all of her normal activities in life. I had never seen her more enthused, either, when breaking the news to me. Now, Amy could again try to appease her insatiable sexual appetite.
The medication she had been taking was doing its job in regulating her thyroid and thus, had also risen her blood pressure to a much safer level. The only unfortunate thing about her hospital visit - which included a full physical that I convinced Amy to have - was that she would have to take the thyroid medicine for the rest of her life. That did not sit all that well with Amy, obviously.
Amy’s bout with hyperthyroidism may eventually be looked at by all of us as a blessing in disguise. It is difficult to view it that way now, since the 28-year-old had what was a near-death experience last week. But without it, Stephanie would still be here and Amy would be living her life under false pretenses. She would still be miserable.
The red-head had really opened up to me during the past week, showing me what the real person was like underneath that tough, aggressive exterior. She was unhappy about almost every single aspect of her life. Amy deserved true happiness - as did everyone else in this world.
Gabrielle, of course, was Amy’s hand-picked choice to come to the island. The idea was that everyone would do their best to help promote a relationship between Amy and Gabrielle. According to Christina’s computer program, the two ladies were near perfect matches for each other. Maybe, just maybe... Gabrielle was that one, special person that Amy had been searching for her entire life.
I should also point out that I made it perfectly clear to all of the girls that we would not try to force Gabrielle into a relationship with Amy. That decision would ultimately be left up to Gabrielle, of course.
On a selfish level, I wanted Amy to stay on the island with Lindsay, Devon and myself. Amy had recently professed her love for both Lindsay and yours truly (and vice versa), and I was quite certain that she and Devon could eventually develop those feelings for one another as well. Devon was a total sweetheart, and only saw the good in others.
But I was not a selfish person, and Amy’s own happiness was more important to me than my personal feelings. If her and Gabrielle hit it off really good and fell in love with each other, I would be very happy for them. If, at the end of the summer, they decide to live together (elsewhere) and run off, I would be very happy for them. Still, however, I selfishly wanted Amy to stay on the island forever with us.
As I have explained in recent chapters, I got the sense that despite professing her devotion for Lindsay and myself, Amy felt that she may intrude on our three-way relationship with Devon if she were to stay on the island indefinitely. Amy seemingly wanted nothing but for three of us to be happy, and for us to spend the rest of our lives together. She did not want to even run the risk of damaging our relationship. Did Amy see herself as a potential home wrecker?
In my mind, at least, the exact opposite would happen.
Amy staying on the island would make our lives better...
“Oh, look!” Lindsay squealed, pulling me from my inner thoughts. “The passengers are getting off the plane now!”
Amy, Lindsay and myself all kept an eye out for the young woman who was wearing a white blouse and black skirt, with a red wristband around her right arm and a white bandana upon her head. A strange mix, indeed, but that was how I told Gabrielle to dress for her flight to Peru. This way, we would be able to easily pick her out (hopefully) amongst a throng of Spanish travelers.
“There she is!” Amy exclaimed, pointing toward a woman who was dressed exactly that way. I smiled at what I saw. Indeed, it was Gabrielle. I recognized her from the many pictures I have of her stored on my computer.
A 23-year-old who resided in Arizona, Gabrielle was an erotic looking Latina with a trim yet developed figure, piercing dark eyes and a truly beautiful face. She had long-flowing, black-as-night hair which had a somewhat frazzled look to it. Her skin was dark and exotic - and I secretly wondered what she looked like without all those clothes on. Hopefully, I would find out real soon.
I then realized that the collection of photographs I had of Gabrielle did not do her justice. She looked a million times better in person, which was really saying something since I thought her pictures were absolutely wonderful.

* * *

As Amy approached Gabrielle to introduce herself, I felt an even mixture of emotions within myself. I got the real sense that these two could definitely fall in love, and spend the rest of their lives together in the Arizona desert. Amy and Gabrielle looked that good together, and the limitless possibilities between them made me feel good.
But they also made me feel bad. I wanted Amy to stay on the island forever alongside Lindsay, Devon and myself. I did not want her to run off with someone else. I loved Amy very much, and wanted her to be with us.
Amy’s pure happiness was the most important thing to me, though. If Gabrielle were to make her happier than she would have been staying on the island, I would give both of them my blessings and wish them the best of luck in life. Difficult? Yes. But I would never stand in their way.
Still, there was that selfish voice within my mind. It was screaming at me to let my true feelings be known.

<<<- End of Part 18 ->>>

“Gabrielle is a really sweet girl,” Amy said to me, as she and I were walking through the forest as twilight approached on this warm summer evening. “She’s real nice, and friendly. But the reason I asked you to come out here with me, Jeremy, is because I want to tell you that Gabrielle is not for me.”
“What?” I asked, confused. “We just picked her up at the airport about five hours ago. How do you know that already?”
“I don’t want you to get mad at me,” Amy cringed. “I know you are paying Gabrielle two million bucks to spend the rest of the summer here. And I know that the primary reason you brought her here was for me.” Amy took a deep breath and continued, “Well... really, the only reason. But Gabrielle isn’t right for me, Jeremy. You and Lindsay are...”
It took a few seconds for those words to fully register within my mind. But when they finally did, a definite smile came to my face. Was this leading up to where I hoped? Was Amy going to profess her undying love for Lindsay and myself, and say that she wanted to stay on the island?
“I’ve thought about things both yesterday and today,” the red-head went on. “Why search for something if I’ve already found it? I’ve never felt any happier than I have when I am on this island. People have been bad to me everywhere else. I... I don’t like the outer world, Jeremy. Too much garbage has happened to me throughout my life.”
“I know the feeling,” I grimaced, placing an arm around her shoulder as we approached a fallen tree. Amy and I took a seat on it, and I clutched her hand. “This is why I have opted to stay here for all these years, sweetheart. Times were tough at first, and it was lonely. But when Christina came here, and later the rest of you girls... this quickly became a paradise for me. An island paradise - if you will.”
“You came here because of what Victoria did to you,” Amy mused. “You wanted to shield yourself from the rest of the world, because you could not trust anyone anymore - because of Victoria. We’re very similar, Jeremy. My life has been so unfulfilled until I came to your island. I love Lindsay so much. I love you too, Jeremy. It’s just - if I’m happy here - why should I ever want to leave? If I love you and Lindsay, why should I search for a Jessica or Gabrielle?”
“Are you saying you want to stay here with us?” I asked, my smile hopeful. “If that is the case, then...”
“Yes and no,” she interjected. “Yes because of you and Lindsay, and the fact that I’m happy here. No because there would still be times I would miss the outer world. It has been bad to me, but I’d still need to see plenty of it.”
“Lindsay, Devon and I took three vacations away from the island since you were here last winter,” I informed her. “We went to Scotland, Hawaii and Machu Picchu - an Inca ruin in Peru. We actually hiked there. It was fun. Plus, we intend to go to Ohio for two weeks in December. You were born there, Amy, as was I, and Lindsay. We’re going to Ohio so Lindsay can marry me in front of her family. I’m sure we’ll go on another vacation or two before that.”
“That would be a reason to stay, then,” Amy nodded. “I have always wanted to travel and see the world like that. It would satisfy my curiosity, too. But there is another big reason, at least in my mind, why I would possibly feel out of place if I were to stay here.”
“What is it?” I asked, confused.
“Devon.”
“Devon?” I exclaimed. “What? Why?”
“I have nothing against Devon, of course,” Amy remarked.
“I just wouldn’t want her to think that I was invading on her territory with you and Lindsay. I know the two of you would welcome me with open arms. I’m not so sure about Devon, though. I know how protective she is of you, Jeremy. I would not want to intrude on her territory.”
“I don’t understand how you can think that,” I told her. “Devon, I think, would love for you to stay on the island with us forever. She was so happy when you and Stephanie, along with Christina and Lisa, wanted to come back here for the summer. The more girls, the more fun we have.”
“This would be different, though, I think,” Amy mused. “I would be making a life-long commitment. Would Devon want or approve of that? Face it, Jeremy, but Devon and I have never really clicked together. We’re not enemies by any stretch of the imagination, but she is really more of an acquaintance to me - as I am to her. I couldn’t commit to stay here unless I was positive that I had Devon’s full blessing to do so.”
“You’re not close with Devon because you never allowed yourself to be,” I told her. “You have to open up, Amy. Devon is really a carbon copy of Lindsay in many ways. You love Lindsay, so there is no reason you couldn’t love Devon. And vice versa. Devon is one of the kindest, sweetest women I have ever known in my life. Devon is a good person and in due time, I’m absolutely sure she could grow to love you.”
“Devon does seem like a real sweetheart,” Amy nodded.
“Why don’t you let me to talk to her, dear?” I suggested.
“I’ll tell her what you just told me, and we’ll go from there. Trust me... Devon won’t have any problems in you staying with us. We’ll have a little, four-way family here.”
“What about Gabrielle?” the 28-year-old wondered. “I mean... I guess we haven’t done anything really wrong to her. Or something to hurt her feelings. Gabrielle doesn’t know that she was brought here to perhaps be my girlfriend. She won’t be hurt because I’ve chosen you and Lindsay over her.”
“We just won’t mention anything to Gabrielle, then,” I said. “She can spend the rest of the summer on the island with us, and then go home two million dollars richer because of it. In the process, she’ll have a wonderful time here.” I paused and asked, “What made you change your mind?”
“Not really changing my mind, per se,” Amy replied. “I just realized that Gabrielle could never make me as happy as you and Lindsay do, Jeremy. It’s really that simple. Plus, I’d probably have to hold myself back with Gabrielle when it comes to sex. I can do whatever I want to you or Lindsay, and you’ll still want more. I’ve been that way with Devon when we have been together too, and she seemed to enjoy it. I just see a whole lot of Jessica and her absolute disdain for rough, physical sex when I look into Gabrielle’s eyes.”
“How can you say that?” I wondered. “You only met her a couple of hours ago.”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character when it comes to that,” she responded. “I saw the same look in Jessica’s eyes last month, but was rough with her anyway. I thought I could MAKE her like it. Unfortunately, I was wrong.” She paused and added, “I just can’t be loving during sex. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy myself. I like my sex HARD.”
“I understand, sweetheart,” I grinned, my cock twitching.
“You’re not mad at me, though?” she wondered. “You know,
about having to spend all that money in having Gabrielle here? I put you through a lot of trouble for nothing...”
“Mad at you?” I countered. “For deciding that you want to stay with us on the island? I don’t think so! I can’t think of anything better than spending the rest of my days with you, Lindsay and Devon. I’d have the three of you all the time, and I’d be so happy.” I smiled and offered the charming red-head a kiss on the lips. “I love you, Amy. I want you to stay. I want to make you happy.”
She grinned and said, “I love you too, Jeremy.”
I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it tenderly,
then looked at our surroundings as we sat upon the tree trunk in the forest. “Let’s get back to the mansion, dear, before it gets totally dark. I’ll talk to Devon for you.”
Amy rose up and stretched her back before saying, “That sounds like a good idea, Jeremy. We should really go back before it’s completely dark. Besides, there is something I’ve really wanted to do for quite some time. Hopefully, I will have my chance to do just that tonight.”

* * *

After I escorted Amy (hand-in-hand) back to the mansion, we went our separate ways. She opted for a side entrance, while I went in through the back door. For me, this would be a much shorter walk to my personal suite. I expected to find Devon there - most likely taking a soapy bubble-bath in the restroom. What if Lindsay was with her? Maybe I could join them! I smiled gleefully at the mere thought.
When I entered the suite, however, Devon was nowhere to be found. Since the time was 8:30pm, I was surprised that Devon was not here. Usually, she was taking her nightly bubble-bath around this very time.
I would not have to go far to search for her, though. A quick trip to the adjacent voyeur room would tell me exactly where my sweet Devon was on this beautiful, star-lit night. I needed to talk to Devon about Amy and the possibility of her staying with us on a permanent, full-time basis. I was very confident that Devon would have no problems with that.
When I entered the voyeur room, I noticed on one of the monitors that Devon was lounging beside the indoor (heated) pool along with Christina, Lisa and Gabrielle. Apparently, the four ladies were deep in conversation.
Located just underneath the glass portion of the roof, the indoor pool was quite a spectacle at night when all of its lights were on. It had become a favorite after-hours retreat during the past few weeks for Christina and Lisa.
I had the urge to eavesdrop on the conversation between Gabrielle, Devon, Christina and Lisa, but chose not to because of what was happening on another monitor.
Lindsay was in Amy’s room with the ex-pornstar, squirming about as she sat upon the bed in a little, two-piece bikini swimsuit. Amy, of course, was beside her, running her slender fingers through the vixen’s long-flowing blonde hair. Intrigued, I flipped the hidden microphone on for that room.
“Everybody is gonna wonder where I’m at,” Lindsay said, appearing a bit distraught. “I told Devon I would only be gone for a few minutes - long enough to get a drink in the kitchen. I don’t want them to worry about me...”
“Wouldn’t you rather be here with me, though?” Amy asked, a familiar, nasty glint in her eyes. “I mean... think about it. You could lay at poolside with the others and talk about nothing. Or, you could let me fuck your brains out.”
Lindsay squirmed about some more in response to those words. “Well, if you put it that way...”
“That’s my girl,” Amy grinned, as she continually stroked and brushed Lindsay’s hair with her fingertips. “You’re the sweetest little thing in the whole, wide world. Did anyone ever tell you that, honey?”
Lindsay laughed and replied, “Many times, actually. You, Jeremy, Devon, Torrie... even Pamela and Trish for awhile.”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex?” Amy asked her. “It feels like a whole year has gone by!”
“It’s been a week,” Lindsay smiled, correcting her. “But if I were you, I’d think it was a year, too. Nowadays, I feel like I need to get fucked every hour... on the hour!”
“I have all this aggression built up inside of me,” Amy told her, being a little too melodramatic with her tone of voice. “I feel like I’m gonna burst if I don’t let it out. Maybe pent-up frustration would be a better term.”
“I’d be willing to help you let it out,” the teen-ager grinned. “Especially if you let it out on ME.”
“There are a couple of things I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time, sweet thing,” Amy remarked, offering the naughty blonde a kiss on the cheek. “Would you be willing to allow me to... oh, indulge myself?”
“Indulge away,” Lindsay giggled in response.
“First thing is first,” Amy said, before her voice turned
more dark and fierce. “Take your bikini off.”
Lindsay looked at the 28-year-old with wide eyes, but complied with the request. She wiggled out of first her top, then her G-string. “I thought you weren’t going to be dominant with anyone anymore.”
“I don’t want to be dominant 24 hours, round-the-clock,” Amy informed her. “I still do wish to play, though, during sex. I’ve never had the chance to dominate you, honey.” The red-head reached underneath the bed and produced a pair of silk scarves. “Let me live out this fantasy with you, Lindsay. I want to tie you up, and make you scream.”
“I trust you,” the blonde murmured, gulping her throat. “I know that you would never hurt me. It’s just... I’ve never been tied up before. It seems sort of scary.”
“It is scary, indeed,” Amy said. “But as long as you trust the person you’re with, the scary part can be fun.”
“Devon has teased me before about letting Jeremy tie me up,” Lindsay cooed. “I’d let him do it, but he never asked me.” My cock immediately got hard at those words - and for good reason. “The thought is kind of exciting, though...”
“Come here, sweetheart,” Amy breathed, embracing Lindsay with both arms and kissing her passionately. I watched with very interested eyes as the pair of ladies swapped their tongues together through a heated, open-mouthed exchange. Lindsay, whose taut, nude form was on total display, seemed to be succumbing to the idea of being placed into bondage.
“Are you going to let me do it?” Amy insisted, waving one of the white scarves before Lindsay’s face once their kiss ended. Not getting an immediate answer, Amy buttered Lindsay up some more with another tongue-filled kiss.
“Oh yes,” she finally replied. “Do it...”
Amy’s smile was wide and far-reaching. I now got the sense that she had more on her mind than just bondage...

* * *

“Lay down front-first on the bed, sweetheart,” was Amy’s instructions. Lindsay did as she was told, then squealed once Amy grabbed her right wrist and guided it toward the headboard of the bed. She double-knotted the scarf around her wrist, and then securely fastened its opposite end to a hole in the headboard. Amy did the same with Lindsay’s left wrist; binding it with the second scarf and attaching it to the other side of the headboard.
“It’s okay, baby,” Amy purred, kissing Lindsay’s shoulder as the little goddess breathed in heavy, quick gasps. “I’m not going to hurt you. Well, I’m not going to hurt you too much, at least...” Lindsay whined at those words. I could tell that her excitement level was building by the second. “Try to get loose, honey.”
Lindsay squirmed about and did her absolute best to break herself free of the silk scarves which bound her wrists to the headboard. But it was no use. They were too tight.
“Excellent,” Amy grinned. “But I can’t take any chances.
I’m going to have to tie your legs up, too.”
Lindsay moaned, then squealed once more as Amy produced a second pair of scarves. She double-knotted both of them over and around Lindsay’s ankles, and eventually offered each a hard tug to make sure they were secure. Next, she spread the teen-ager’s legs outward, placing her feet upon opposite corners of the bed. Finally, Amy took the ends of each silk scarf and tied them around the bed’s wheels on either side.
Satisfied with her evil handiwork, Amy took a step back and smiled. Meanwhile, I already had my cock out and was busy stroking it. Despite her transformation over the past week, Amy was still a fiend when it came to sex. Seeing my precious Lindsay tied spread-eagle to four corners of the bed like that simply reaffirmed my carnal thoughts about Amy.
“What are you going to do to me?” Lindsay quaked, perhaps a bit frightened, as Amy folded a pillow and placed it under her waist. Now, Lindsay’s sweet ass was upturned - and in all probability, about to receive a good spanking. Watching her writhe and squirm about against the unbreakable bonds was enough to make me gasp in desire.
“I’m going to worship your body,” Amy replied, that nasty glint still in her eyes. “But I’m going to do it in my own, special way. You just need to relax, honey.”
Lindsay’s own eyes went wide as Amy pulled a blindfold out from underneath the bed. Lindsay turned and shook her head wildly, but it did her no good. Amy slipped the red blindfold over her head, completely shielding her eyes.
“I can’t see!” Lindsay whined. “Take it off! PLEASE!”
“Shhhhh,” Amy offered in a soothing voice, her lips now
close to Lindsay’s ear. “You’ll be okay. I’ll make sure that nothing bad happens to you. You do trust me, right?”
“Yes,” the blonde replied, her voice somewhat distraught.
“But why did you put that thing on me? I can’t see!”
“It’s better this way - trust me,” Amy countered, kissing her on the cheek. “You won’t have any idea as to what I’ll do to you next. It will make it more exciting for you.”
Despite her continual whines and pleas, I could easily tell that Lindsay was extremely aroused right now. I was just going to sit back and enjoy the show. I wondered what exactly that wicked Amy was going to do to my princess...
I nodded in total approval as Amy began to shed her own clothing. First it was her sandals, then her red tank-top, and the matching pair of short-shorts. She tossed the items elsewhere, then stepped out of her white G-string and kicked it into literal oblivion.
Having foregone the use of a bra (as usual), Amy was now completely nude. What an incredibly-stacked, lovely woman, I said to myself. No wonder she was once the most popular pornstar (and featured dancer) across the United States...
“Oh God... what are you doing?” Lindsay asked, her head twirling about as Amy pulled a backpack out from underneath the bed. “What’s that noise?”
“Settle down,” Amy told her, as she reached into the bag and retrieved a black leather whip. My eyes nearly exploded as I quickly used the camera to zoom in on the cruel object. Was it a cat o’ nine tails? I wasn’t sure. But if it was, I knew those could be quite painful with enough force. I then panned the camera back for a wider view of the action.
Amy seemed to be glowing as she held the whip up and let its leather strands caress her left arm and wrist. She kept an eye on Lindsay, who continued a losing fight against her unforgiving bonds. No matter what, she couldn’t break free.
With an evil grin, Amy extended her arm back and let the whip fly. Its leather strands struck Lindsay’s unsuspecting ass with moderate force, but made her entire body jump as she screamed wildly in response. Before she could catch her breath, Lindsay’s ass received another blow from the strap. Then another, and another...
“FUCK!” the normally sweet, charming 19-year-old finally roared. “FUCK, AMY! FUUUUUCK! MY ASS!” After just four lashes, Lindsay’s ass was already a bright shade of red. It was also shaking and quivering about uncontrollably, too.
“I know it hurts, honey,” Amy said, placing the whip upon Lindsay’s upturned ass and sliding it around ever-so-softly. “But I can see that you like it. You like the hurt.” Amy paused and asked, “Want me to continue?”
“Yes,” Lindsay breathed.
I even gulped and cringed as Amy offered Lindsay a series
of five more quick, unrelenting swats upon the ass with that cruel whip. The nymphomaniac continued to scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her words now incoherent. Amy, of course, still had that glow about her. Perhaps bondage was her final stage for truly corrupting Lindsay...
The blonde’s whole body was now trembling as Amy dropped the whip and climbed onto the bed with her. She settled herself upon her elbows and knees - directly above Lindsay’s prone form as she lay in bondage front-down on the mattress. With Lindsay’s lovely face turned to the side, Amy used the opportunity to curl her own neck and offer her a soft kiss.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Amy murmured, kissing her yet again. “I love you so much. I want you to feel good.”
“Oh God...” Lindsay whined, that blindfold around her eyes concealing what had to be a sheet of erotic tears. “You do make me feel good, Amy! Very good!”
“I love your face because it’s so pretty, but it’s not my favorite part of your body,” Amy told her. “I love your small, little-girl breasts, too. They look fabulous on you. But they’re not my favorite part of your body, either. Do you know what my favorite part about you is?”
“My ass?” the vixen speculated.
“You’re very perceptive,” Amy giggled, giving her lover
one more kiss on the lips before hopping off of the bed. She offered that ass a playful smack with her hand and said, “It’s always been my favorite part of your body. I just think it is so sweet, and perfect. Absolutely perfect!” She paused and added, “The whipping was just to warm it up for me. Now, dear Lindsay... NOW comes the main course.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked again. “Are you going to fuck it? Is that the main course?”
“I have something even better in mind,” Amy said wickedly, licking her lips in sheer anticipation as she eyed Lindsay’s firm, tight ass. I quickly got an idea as to what may be on Amy’s mind. No, I told myself. Amy wouldn’t do that...
“I have wanted to do this to you since last year, but I have held back until now,” the 28-year-old confessed. “Your ass, baby... it’s so precious. It needs to be worshipped.”
“How?” Lindsay asked, confused. “If you’re not going to fuck it... how? You’ve already whipped me.”
“Like this...” Amy breathed, my eyes wide, as she leaned over and spread Lindsay’s asscheeks apart with both hands. My earlier belief was now validated as Amy extended her tongue and offered Lindsay’s anus a full, sweeping lick.
The precocious teen-ager, of course, had something to say.
“Oh God, Amy! No!” she screamed, though her voice was still full of erotic stimulation. “It’s so nasty!”
“I don’t care,” Amy sighed, giving that puckered orifice another full lash with her tongue. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long...”
“Licking my ass!” Lindsay screamed, trying her best (but failing) to sound offended. “OH... IT’S SO NASTY!”
Those words only added fuel to Amy’s already burning fire. I shook my head in amazement as she offered Lindsay’s rectum swipe after swipe with her tongue. Soon, Amy tried to jam her tongue inside the air-tight crevice. She had her tongue fully extended, and was jutting her head back-and-forth in a quick, continual motion. I could not believe my eyes!
“OH GOD!” Lindsay kept screaming. “NASTY! NASTY! IT’S SO NASTY!” She paused and added, “BUT IT FEELS SO GOOD!”
“Hmmmmm...” Amy moaned in response, obviously liking that last part. She gave up trying to stuff her tongue inside of Lindsay’s anus, and decided to concentrate on it with another round of full, sweeping licks. This was incredible...
Myself, I did not look at this particular sex act as being “nasty”. Instead, I felt as though it was taboo; forbidden. Personally, I would never do this to someone else. But that did not mean that I wasn’t enjoying the show. Actually, it made me happy to see Amy in some perverse, warped state of Heaven. After all, the red-head claimed that she had wanted to do this to Lindsay for over a year. This was her chance.
As for my little princess, I really enjoyed her reaction. She continually screamed how nasty and awful this was, but her body mannerisms told me that she was incredibly turned on right now. It was as if Lindsay thought this was taboo, too. But at the same time, she could not deny her arousal.
“I have a little surprise for you,” Amy cooed, finally withdrawing her face from inbetween Lindsay’s asscheeks. “It’s for being such a good girl, and letting me do that to you without protest. Well... at least, real protest.”
“Oh fuck!” Lindsay moaned. “What are you going to do to me NOW?” I felt somewhat sorry for her because she had that blindfold on. Watching Lindsay’s head jerk about in response to every little noise was something. But on the other hand, Amy was right. The blindfold obviously added to her pleasure.
Reaching into her backpack once again, the ex-pornstar pulled what appeared to be - of all things - an egg. At least, it was shaped like one. The device had a thick wire attached to it 0 with what looked to be a hand-held control pad on the other end. What was that thing?
Lindsay’s whole body squirmed and tensed up as Amy gently inserted the round object between her thighs, and into her pussy. Amy made sure the “egg” was buried deep, too. All I could see now was that black wire coming out of the little blonde’s swollen pussy folds.
“WHAT IS THAT?” Lindsay demanded. “It feels funny!”
Once Amy flipped a switch on the hand-held controller, Lindsay roared out like she never had before.
“It’s a vibrating egg!” Amy exclaimed, enjoying the loud, continual series of screams emanating from her young lover. “I have it turned to maximum power, too!” She grinned and wryly added, “It’s gonna make your pussy EXPLODE, baby!”
My eyes were wide and my heart was racing at what I saw before me upon the monitor. Lindsay had NEVER been quite this excited before. First it was the harsh whipping, then the anal rimming courtesy of Amy.
Now, her tender pussy was getting what appeared to be the ultimate workout from that “vibrating egg”. The thing must have been turbo-charged. Lindsay was screaming out so loudly that I feared she may wake people all the way over in Peru!
It was over quickly, though. Even the insatiable teen could not stave off her orgasm. Not only did her pussy explode - as Amy said it would - but seemingly so did her entire body. Lindsay let out one final, earth-shattering scream before the dam busted.
The juices literally flowed from her pussy, trailing down her inner thighs and forming a small puddle upon the bed beneath her. Wanting to taste and swallow them, Amy did her best to swipe up that delicious nectar with her tongue. In the process, she flipped the switch for that egg to “off”.

* * *

Once Lindsay finally settled down from the intense height of joyous orgasm, she was motionless upon the bed for several seconds. For an instant, I wondered if there was something wrong with her. It was not like Lindsay to be totally still.
Displaying her newfound tender side, Amy leaned forward and kissed the side of Lindsay’s head.
“I love you, sweetheart,” she said. “I love you so much. I really hope you enjoyed having that done to you as much as I enjoyed doing it to you. I think you’re so precious...”
After a brief moment’s hesitation, Lindsay finally spoke.
“Untie me,” she said in a very flat, uncharacteristic tone.
“What?” Amy countered, perhaps taken off-guard.
“Untie me,” the blonde reiterated, using the same voice
as before. “Untie me now!” She paused and demanded, “NOW!”
Amy looked startled, but did what was told of her. I got the sense that she felt that Lindsay was angry with her. As strange as that may sound, I had the very same feeling. I had never heard the 19-year-old use such a voice before.
After her arms were free, Lindsay whisked the blindfold off of her head. She blinked for several seconds, her eyes adjusting to the sudden beam of light. Then, she had a wild look in those eyes while turning her head to watch Amy undo the two silk scarves which bound her legs to the bed.
“I didn’t hurt you... did I?” Amy wondered, scared. “Are you mad at me? I would never do anything to you, honey, if I didn’t think you would like it.” Amy appeared genuinely concerned. She had good reason to feel that way too, simply because Lindsay was staring an absolute hole in her.
“Get on the bed,” the little blonde suddenly demanded, her eyes flashing with wanton desire. “Get on the bed so I can fuck the ABSOLUTE STUFFING out of you!” A sudden rush of excitement overtook my body as I watched Lindsay grab Amy, and throw her down to the bed. She was displaying a very uncharacteristic amount of force. I loved it!
Amy’s uneasiness and trepidation from seconds ago had faded away in an instant. Now, her lovely face was burning with heated arousal as Lindsay inspected the same vibrating egg that Amy had just used on her.
Suddenly, Lindsay shook her head and placed the object upon the floor. Then, she reached into Amy’s backpack of toys and pulled out a monstrous, strap-on dildo.
My aching cock - which I had been busy stroking all this time - just erupted like a volcano. Was Lindsay actually going to put that thing on, and use it on Amy? In over a year of living here on the island, Lindsay had NEVER worn a strap-on dildo. She enjoyed being on the receiving end of them, of course, but had always claimed that having one secured to her waist was something which - for whatever reason - simply did not interest her.
Amy must have been thinking the same thing, because her whole body was trembling with sheer, obvious anticipation. The look in her eyes as she watched Lindsay step into the massive dildo’s harness, then fasten and buckle it into place around her frail waist told me all that I needed to know. Amy was well aware of the fact that Lindsay was about to give her the absolute pounding of a lifetime.
Fortunately, I had a front row seat for what promised to be a memorable encounter... Lindsay (with a strap-on dildo!).
“Oh yeah...” the exotic blonde hissed, her delicate hand busy frigging the massive, purple-colored instrument as it protruded outward from her pelvis. “Look at what you made happen, Amy! Look at the hard-on you gave me!”
The 28-year-old giggled at that accusation, obviously enjoying it. “I didn’t realize how well-hung you were, Lindsay, until just now!” She snickered some more before adding, “Looks like you got a whole foot-longer there!”
“You’re such a nasty girl, Amy. You licked and tongued my ass like it was a lollipop! That’s so NASTY!”
“And you loved every single minute of it,” Amy countered, nodding her head for emphasis. “Tell me that you loved it.”
Instead of replying verbally to that, Lindsay instead let out a sigh and shook her head. An instant later, she hopped onto the comfortable bed with Amy and spread the red-head’s willing thighs with both hands. She positioned her body between them, then grasped the obscene-looking dildo with her right hand and thrusted it deep into Amy’s pussy.
“YES!” I moaned outloud, seated in the voyeur room, as Lindsay immediately began to thump away at Amy in the missionary position. Talk about something I thought I would never witness! I had to pinch myself to see if this was really just a dream. My sweet, little princess - with a big strap-on around her waist. I couldn’t believe it!
Lindsay’s smallish breasts wobbled back-and-forth as her body bucked and churned about in a frantic, non-stop motion. For someone who had never used a strap-on dildo before, Lindsay seemed to be doing remarkably well with it. Of course, the vixen had been on the receiving end of them so many times that she probably learned how to use them from simply watching others. Still, the excited look upon Amy’s face - and her unyielding screams of pure arousal - were something to behold.
“OH GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YES! FUCK ME! YES! YES!”
Amy wrapped both arms around Lindsay’s shoulders and hugged her tightly, adding, “OH, DON’T STOP! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
Lindsay had the glare of a deranged maniac in her eyes as she absolutely throttled Amy and her pussy with the enormous strap-on dildo. Her lithesome, taut body was a literal blur as she pounded her nasty lover in the missionary position. I also enjoyed the sight of Amy’s own breasts, as the large globes of luscious flesh bounced and flopped about wildly.
Dare I say - I had never seen Amy this excited, either. These two hellcats were bringing out the absolute best (or worst (depending on your perspective)) in each other. They were trying to pummel each other into oblivion!
“YOU LIKE ME FUCKING YOU!” Lindsay roared outloud, her comely face just inches from Amy’s. “YOU WANT ME TO SPLIT YOU IN HALF! OH, YOU’RE SUCH A NASTY SLUT! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR LICKING MY ASS!”
“FUCK, LINDSAY!” Amy screamed in response. “OH FUCK!
I... I’M GONNA CUM! OH... FUUUUUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!...”
My cock exploded once again as Amy’s entire body arched high off the bed. She let loose with yet another tirade of profanity which lasted several seconds, then her body simply collapsed onto the bed. All the while, Lindsay continued to hammer away at her pussy with the monstrous strap-on dildo. She only stopped once it appeared that Amy had all of the life literally fucked away from her body.

* * *

Instead of lunging forward and attaching her mouth to Amy’s for a tender kiss - which was standard for Lindsay after such a turbulent encounter, she instead stood up. Lindsay glared at Amy for several seconds, the fires of unquenchable lust still burning in her eyes. Soon, she unbuckled the dildo’s harness and angrily threw the crude object to the floor. Lindsay wasn’t finished...
“Lick my ass!” she demanded, turning her back to Amy and bending over slightly. She reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks, saying, “I know you want to! Come on... lick it some more! Do it!”
Amy was obviously tired after what her body had just went through. Still, however, she found the energy to sit up on the bed. Lindsay then bent over even lower - jutting and flaunting her sweet, whip-reddened ass just inches away from Amy’s hungry, eager mouth.
“LICK IT!” she demanded again.
“Oh my...” I moaned, as Amy moved her lips inward and
began to assault Lindsay’s puckered anus with her tongue. Newfound life quickly found its way back into my cock, and I began stroking it rather briskly. The little blonde had her own unique reaction as well - she squirmed and writhed about in forbidden arousal while keeping a firm grip on her asscheeks - holding them far apart for Amy’s probing tongue.
“YOU’RE SO NASTY!” the 19-year-old screamed, the level of passion within her seemingly multiplying by the second. “OH GOD, AMY! YOU SAY I’M NASTY? YOU’RE THE NASTY GIRL!”
“I know what you need... you little SLUT!” Amy announced, getting into the verbal game as she withdrew her lips from Lindsay’s outstretched ass. With a fierce look in her eyes, Amy reached down and retrieved a hand-held dildo from within her ominous backpack. The dildo was thin, and about six or seven inches in length. It appeared perfect for...
“I’m gonna fuck your ass now!” Amy roared, pressing the dildo’s head to Lindsay’s anus and then jamming it inside.
The vixen’s reaction was predictable. She pushed her ass backward, causing the entire length of the black dildo to disappear into the confines of her rectum. Only its handle (which Amy had a firm grip on) was still visible. Needless to say, I had another throbbing erection now...
An instant later, all Hell broke loose.
Amy’s arm was a blur as she thrusted the dildo in-and-out of the teen-ager’s anus as hard as she possibly could. I was not surprised to watch Lindsay lose her balance, and fall to the floor (upon her hands and knees) as she screamed out in response. Her words were totally incoherent...
It was obvious that Amy wanted to return the favor from moments earlier. She wanted to brutalize Lindsay with a dildo - just as the nymphomaniac had done to her.
I gulped my throat as with her free hand, Amy picked up the “vibrating egg” and flipped its power switch on. The erotic object began to shudder about with battery-powered electricity, and then Amy inserted it back into Lindsay’s overheated pussy - perhaps, where it rightfully belonged.
Considering what the vibrating egg had done to her earlier, I was surprised that Lindsay lasted 15 seconds before her whole body just seemed to spontaneously combust. Not only did she have the powerfully-charged object in her pussy, but Amy was still blasting her ass with that dildo. Combine that with everything else which had happened to her...
Lindsay’s screams were high-pitched as while on her hands and knees, she pounded her right fist upon the carpeted floor repeatedly. I legitimately wondered if the four ladies who were at the indoor pool - Gabrielle, Devon, Christina and Lisa - could hear her. Lindsay was screaming THAT loudly...
Whatever the case, the massive orgasm she experienced was something which I will never forget. I had never seen such an animated reaction from Lindsay before. Her whole body shook and shivered in the aftermath, her enchanting face a twisted sea of arousal, as Amy continued to work over her pussy and ass, respectively, with those toys.
And it should come as no great surprise that sometime during Lindsay’s orgasm, my cock exploded - AGAIN. My wrist and legs had become completely covered with sperm...

* * *

When it was finally over, Lindsay’s whole body went limp as she crumbled to the floor. Amy flipped the egg’s power switch off, but left it embedded within the blonde’s swollen pussy. She did withdraw the dildo from her ass, however, and then leaned upward and offered Lindsay a series of tender kisses upon the back of her neck and shoulders.
“I love you, sweetheart,” Amy breathed, now nibbling upon one of her ears. “Oh God, I need you in my life so much...”
“I need you too,” Lindsay whimpered, barely able to speak.
I smiled at the loving exchange of words. Pending Devon’s approval, Lindsay and Amy would have the rest of their lives to further explore their darkest fantasies with each other...

<<<- End of Part 19 ->>>

Seated upon the sofa with my legs folded in front of me, I was hunched over and massaging my aching forehead with a hand. I found the things that Pamela - my ex-wife who left me seven months ago, but was now back in my life and perched in a chair across from me - too overwhelming to comprehend.
What did I ever do in life to deserve the horrible things which have happened to me over the years?
“You HAVE to believe me, Jeremy!” Pamela cried, her face absolutely racked with tears. “It was all Cassidy’s fault! Cassidy wanted revenge on you for kicking her off the island last year! She blackmailed me and Trish!” Pamela’s cries heightened as she went on, “Cassidy said she was going to destroy our entire life if we didn’t do what she wanted!”
Trish, who was seated upon the floor, looked up at me through a sheet of tears and shook her head. “We had to, Jeremy. Cassidy got to us during our Christmas break last year. She said she was going to tell the media that you were running a prostitution ring off the coast of Peru. We all know that isn’t true, but the media would have had a field day with it. They... they’d call you a reclusive billionaire who runs an illegal sex ring. All of us girls could be in the news, our families would hear everything...”
Still crying, Pamela went on, “Cassidy said once the criminal element in Peru and beyond heard about this island, they would come here and ransack it. They would even... go through us girls, if need be. Y-You’ve always been able to keep this place a secret, Jeremy. Th-This is your paradise. Cassidy would have destroyed it if we didn’t give into her demands. God knows what could have happened to the other girls. I... we... we couldn’t risk that.”
“Cassidy got ahold of me over the telephone when I was visiting my family in Canada over Christmas break,” Trish said. “She told me if I didn’t leave the island, Jeremy, she was going to tell the media all about this place. She said that the place would be crawling with first reporters, then criminal bandits. Your name and all of your outside business interests would have been destroyed.”
“Cassidy actually came back to the island around that same time, last year,” Pamela offered. “She caught me by myself - when it is just me and you on the island, Jeremy. Remember? Everyone else was away on Christmas break. She told me that if I didn’t leave you and make it seem like I hated you, she would destroy everything.”
“One way or another, Cassidy wanted your life to be destroyed,” Trish said to me. “Either by Pamela leaving you, or by telling the media a whole pack of lies. They would have had a field day about this place, Jeremy.”
Pamela began crying once more as she added, “I had to, Jeremy. I... I didn’t want to. But I had to give into her. I... I thought about what would be worse for you. Whether it was me leaving you, or your island and good name being shredded in the media. On top of that, the safety of the all the other girls. There are plenty of poor people in Lima. The bad ones... would have... over-run this place.”
Sitting off to the side, Devon shook her head and looked at both ladies with blank eyes. She focused her attention upon Trish and asked, “If all of what you say is true, why did she want you off the island? Jeremy didn’t love you.”
“Cassidy said Lindsay was a driving force in getting her off the island,” Trish replied. “She knew that Lindsay and I were crazy about each other. She wanted Lindsay to be hurt, too... just as much as Jeremy and Pamela.”
“Lindsay had nothing to do with getting Cassidy off the island,” Devon countered, her eyes narrow. “That decision was all Jeremy’s and Pamela’s.”
“Lindsay did have a say in it,” Trish corrected her. “I think that Cassidy was under the impression, though, that Lindsay was a driving force behind her exile. A major part of it, if you will. She was just wrong about that.”
“Jeremy...” Pamela sobbed, dropping to her knees and then moving toward me. She placed both hands upon my legs and said, “It’s over. Cassidy was in an automobile accident two days ago. She... she didn’t make it. Once we confirmed the news, Trish and I packed up everything and came right back to the island. She... she can’t control our lives from the grave. The threats... they’re over. We can be together...”
“HEY... wait a minute!” Devon protested, her gaze locked upon Pamela. “Jeremy is going to marry Lindsay and me! We’re all going to get married to each other - all three of us. It’s terrible what Cassidy made you do, Pamela, but times have changed. Jeremy has devoted his life to us now. You can’t come back after all these months and expect him to drop us in favor of you.”
“Pamela never stopped loving Jeremy!” Trish exclaimed, a bit upset because of Devon’s words. “They should have never been split apart in the first place! If not for that scheming BITCH, Cassidy, Pamela and Jeremy would still be married! And... I’d still be with Lindsay.”
“NO!” Devon exclaimed, shaking her head. “Lindsay is MY girl now. You’re not going to steal her from me, either!”
“Lindsay was my girl long before you ever even stepped foot on this island!” Trish said, now on the defensive.
“NO!” Devon argued. “Times have changed!”
“Jeremy, I love you!” Pamela cried, looking up at me. “I
never stopped loving you! I... I had to do all those bad things! Say all those bad things! If not, Cassidy would have destroyed everything! She was serious about it!”
“You told Jeremy that your marriage with him was just a mistake!” Devon exploded, now focused upon Pamela. “You said you did nothing more than tolerate him!”
“I HAD TO!” Pamela roared. “I had to say those things! Cassidy said she wanted Jeremy and Lindsay to hate me and Trish so much, they would never come looking for us! We had to be mean and nasty! That way, they’d hate us and would never want us back! I... It’s... oh God...”
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?”
I looked up, mortified at the sound of Lindsay’s very nasty, spiteful tone of voice. I had never heard her shoot such venom before. It was scary.
Standing at the entrance to the front room, Lindsay’s eyes were about to explode as she stared a hole through both Pamela and Trish. Amy was beside her - her face full of shock. She looked like a bomb had just hit the place.
“Lindsay, honey...” Trish said, getting up and making a move toward the teen-ager.
“NO!” Devon screamed, rising to her feet and grabbing Trish by the arm - holding her back. “Stay away from her!”
“Sweetheart, it... it was all a big set-up,” Trish said, trying to break free from Devon’s grasp. “I, oh dear God... it’s so good to see you again...”
“I HATE YOU!” Lindsay roared, extreme torment raging upon her face as she glared at Trish. “LEAVE! LEAVE, NOW!”
“No, you don’t understand...” Trish sobbed, shaking her head. “Cassidy... she blackmailed me and Pamela. She...”
Lindsay stepped forward and forcefully shoved Trish, causing her to fall backward and land hard upon the floor. “GET OUT OF HERE! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT BEING HERE! I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF LAST YEAR BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME!”
“Just let me explain!” Trish pleaded, as Lindsay turned and ran away like a thoroughbred. Trish quickly rose to her feet and went after her. Devon then joined the chase. It was obvious that she was not going to let Trish anywhere close to Lindsay. Or, at least she would try.
Meanwhile, Amy simply looked dumbfounded. She was frozen in her spot while eyeing Pamela, who was still nestled upon her knees in front of me while clutching at my legs.
“I love you, Jeremy...” Pamela reiterated, her voice cracking. “I... I always have. You were the best thing that ever happened to me. You... you don’t know how awful my life has been the past seven months. I... I know what I said to you. I remember all of it. I... I know I probably destroyed you and your psyche. But it was either that, or the alternative. I... I had no choice.”
She paused and added, “Cassidy was even making threats about my family, Jeremy. My family! Candice... my little sister. Cassidy said bad things would happen to her if I didn’t go along and do what she told me.”
“I just... I want us to be together,” Pamela shrieked, her eyes totally bloodshot. “I belong to you Jeremy. You belong to me. Isn’t that what we always used to say to each other? Oh God... I wish we never brought Cassidy here in the first place! How can someone be so EVIL?”
“You’re my h-husband,” she went on. “Or... at least you u-u-u-u-used to be. I love you, Jeremy! I’d do anything for you! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me! I... I want you back. I... need you back.”
For the past ten minutes, I hadn’t given a sign - one way or another - as to whether or not I felt sympathetic for my ex-wife. Basically, I had just sat there and did my best to hold back my own tears. I was even silent when Devon went running after Trish. I would not be surprised if at this very moment in time, they were fighting over Lindsay.
As I look back on it, I now realize that I should have got up and went after Lindsay, Devon and Trish. What if, indeed, there was a big fight happening right now? What if one (or more) of them were seriously injured?
But at that point in time, I couldn’t move. All I could do was sit there and let Pamela’s continuing words sink in. Quite simply, I could not believe this had happened to not only me, but also US. Cassidy was a vicious person.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way!” Pamela went on. “We were gonna have kids and grow old together, Jeremy! We would always be married, and in love together! Please, Jeremy... please! You have to believe me! Please! PLEASE!”
Slowly but surely, I extended my right hand and grasped the back of Pamela’s head with it. With my first show of support for her, Pamela totally broke down and began crying uncontrollably. Now, my own tears were flowing, too.

* * *

Imagine my shock a short time ago - I was having a close, intimate discussion with Devon and all of sudden, Pamela and Trish busted through the front door of the mansion. I did not know what to think at first. Neither did Devon, for that matter. Should I have screamed at them to go away, which was Lindsay’s initial reaction when she saw Trish?
When Pamela saw me and started crying, I could not bring myself to raise my voice at her. Those positive emotions I once held for her - caring, trust, undying love - they all hit me at once like a tidal wave. At one time, Pamela was my wife. She had been the absolute center of my universe.
I could not yell or scream at her when we were together.
Now that we were divorced, I learned that I still couldn’t.
I allowed Pamela to say whatever it was she had to say.
DAMN THAT CASSIDY! That was the exact thought which went through my mind as I now held Pamela’s head with both of my hands. She continued crying as a mixture of memories, pain, relief and hatred swirled evenly throughout me.
The first words out of Pamela’s mouth after she barged into the mansion was that everything had been Cassidy’s fault. Cassidy had blackmailed her and Trish into leaving the island, as a way to inflict “revenge” upon both Lindsay and yours truly, as well as Pamela herself.
Last December, I expelled Cassidy from the island when it was clear that she was spreading false rumors about Devon. I cannot stand it when people lie to me. I surely would not tolerate it on my island. Thus, I sent Cassidy packing.
Now with her chance at $3 million out the window - which would have been her compensation for spending the winter here, Cassidy sent me a very threatening e-mail after she returned home to San Francisco. She vowed revenge, saying I had not heard the last from her.
All along, I simply thought that was Cassidy’s way of blowing off some excess steam. I never thought that she would follow through on her promise of vengeance. Surely, I never dreamed that she would destroy my marriage.
Pamela insisted that despite leaving me last year, she loved me more than anything. She always had. Now, with Cassidy’s ultimate demise in the auto accident, we could pick up the pieces of our relationship and start over.
On the flip-side of the equation, Lindsay had both hinted and said many times in the recent past that she absolutely hated Trish. Lindsay was not me, of course, and as such, she reacted to soul-wrenching problems in a different way.
I was not one bit surprised when Lindsay told Trish that she hated her, and wanted her off the island. It did not even surprise me when Lindsay shoved Trish to the floor. She was not a confrontational person, of course, but I felt as though her actions were justified. That was seven months of hurt, anger and frustration... all boiling out at once.
Devon? Devon was guarding her territory. I felt as though her actions were justified, too. She obviously felt that Pamela had no right to come back after all this time away and declare that her and I should get back together. Times have changed, Devon told her.
It was also good to see Devon stand up for Lindsay in the way that she did. Lindsay was HER girl now, Devon said to Trish. She did not want her to be near Lindsay, and was even grabbing her arm and trying to hold Trish from her.
And my feelings?
Honestly, I did not know what to think. I was much too confused to even think straight. Everything was a blur to me now. Why did Pamela leave me without even a hint of warning last year? Why didn’t she tell me about the threats that Cassidy made toward her and Trish? Why did I have to spend several weeks in a mental purgatory because of a compulsive liar? This was Cassidy’s idea of revenge?
Why now - with everything between Lindsay, Devon and myself seemingly perfect - did Pamela have to come barging back into my life? I did not want her here!
I was having a good discussion with Devon just before Pamela and Trish made their return. Devon said that she would welcome Amy with open arms into our inner circle. Devon knew how much Amy meant to Lindsay, and thought it would be best if indeed, she did stay with us permanently.
In a way, I felt like crying. In fact, that was what I was doing at this current moment. All this shocking news about threats and blackmail... I just couldn’t handle it.
But in another way, I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs and going on an absolute rampage. I needed to punch something. I had to drive my fist into the wall. I had to take a lamp and throw it through a window.
Those would be outlets for my extreme anger, but I knew it would do me no good. Cassidy was dead. She had been killed in an automobile accident. My sole reason for all of this anger no longer existed.
Still, destroying things seemed like an excellent idea. I would have ample reason to go on a rampage, too. But, I was not that type of person. I had always prided myself in the art of self-composure and restraint.
Plus, going on a rampage would not change anything for the better. It would just make things worse.

* * *

“Hey!” Amy exclaimed, drawing my attention toward her, as Devon bristled past her and back into the front room. My eyes went wide as I noticed a trickle of blood coming from within Devon’s nose. What was happening to my paradise?
“You’re not going to ruin everything!” Devon roared, running across the room and lunging at Pamela. Fortunately, I was able to catch Devon before she got to Pamela, and pin her shoulders to the sofa.
“Settle down!” I exclaimed, every muscle within my body tight, and clenched.
“This isn’t right!” Devon screamed, suddenly crying. “It isn’t fair! I’ve built a life with you and Lindsay! Until now, everything about it was perfect! We were going to get married! Now, Pamela comes back and ruins everything!”
“What happened to you?” I asked, thumbing the stream of blood from her nose.
“Trish punched me!” Devon whined. “About knocked me out!
I-I don’t know where Lindsay is now! I couldn’t find them!”
Devon continued crying as Amy grabbed a box of Kleenex tissues from the nearby end table and offered them to her. Devon grabbed several of the tissues and held them under her nose, trying to ease the excess blood flow.
“I... I don’t want to ruin anything,” Pamela sobbed, shaking her head as she looked at Devon. “I just want my life back. I want my HUSBAND back.”
“NO!” Devon exclaimed, struggling to break free as I did my best to keep her pinned to the sofa. “Jeremy is not yours to claim anymore! He belongs to me and Lindsay! Even... even Amy has more of a right to him than you do!”
“You should have told me that Cassidy made these threats long ago,” I said to Pamela, taking a deep breath.
“You don’t get to be as rich and powerful as Jeremy is, without friends in high places,” Devon growled, still very upset at Pamela. “He could have had Cassidy taken care of before she was able to inhale her next breath!”
“No!” I countered, shaking my head at Devon. “Don’t say things like that. I’m not that type of person.” I turned toward Pamela and said, “You should have told me long ago. We would have figured out a way to keep her quiet.”
“I couldn’t take that chance!” Pamela whined. “When she brought my sister into it - made threats against Candice - I sort of snapped. I don’t even know how she knew about my family. How did she find them? How did she find Trish in Toronto? Those are things we never figured out.”
“Cassidy was a NOBODY,” I told her. “And besides, Pamela, I would have rather had my life turned upside down but still been with you. You were my wife, and I loved you.”
Unfortunately, those were words which Devon obviously did not care to hear. She turned her face to the side and began crying harder. Did Devon think she was losing me?
“I’m sorry, Jeremy,” Pamela screeched. “Maybe I should have told you. Trish has told me several times that Cassidy would have been pretty stupid to make threats like that against my sister. If anything bad happened to her, Cassidy would have been the prime suspect.”
“You should have trusted in me more, Pamela,” I offered.
“As it was, you ripped my heart out and stomped on it.”
“I know...” she cried. “But it’s all over now! I just want us to be together again! I love you so much, Jeremy. I didn’t even realize how much until you were no longer in my life. Maybe... maybe Cassidy destroying everything would have been better than the Hell I’ve put myself through.”
“I can’t believe this,” Devon sobbed, as I released my grip upon her shoulders. Finally, Devon seemed to have settled down. “You’re going back with her. I can’t believe it, Jeremy. I thought you loved us! I would never let some little, conniving bitch like Cassidy stand inbetween you and me, or Lindsay and me. I don’t care what threats she made!”
“We’re all different!” Pamela countered. “Obviously, I took her threats to heart. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I did! Not only that, but Cassidy also took all of that money you gave me in our divorce settlement, Jeremy.”
“You just let her take fifty million dollars from you?”
Devon asked, shocked.
“I was too scared to do anything else!” Pamela responded. “Me and Trish... we didn’t move to Toronto. We were living in San Francisco - close to where Cassidy was. She wanted to keep an eye on us. I... I’ve been working the past five months as a stripper. Trish has been a waitress at some dive. We... it was all we could do to survive. The perverts I dealt with every night; Trish being sexually harrassed at her job by her boss. It’s been absolute Hell!”
How could I say this without hurting Pamela’s feelings? Obviously, she had been through enough pain already. Even more than I have, it seemed. Pamela didn’t deserve anymore hurt. However, I had to be truthful with her.
“I’m sorry, Pamela. My life is with uhhh... Lindsay and Devon now.” Her eyes went wide as I continued, “We’ve even let Amy into our circle. I’m sorry, Pamela. I can’t get back with you. Times have changed - just as Devon said.”
“What?” Pamela asked in a shrill tone, as Devon literally breathed a sigh of relief. “Without you, Jeremy - these past seven months - the Hell, none of it is worth it. I need you, Jeremy. I... I’ve lived all these months so I could one day meet up with you, and get back together. Today is that day!” She paused and shook her head, then concluded, “But without you... I might as well just kill myself.”
“No!” I told her, shaking my head. At the same time, Devon reached out and touched Pamela’s shoulder in a very sympathetic manner. “You’re better than that,” I added. “I don’t want you to think that way.”
“Why can’t we be together?” Pamela asked me in a whisper.
“My life is different now,” was my answer.
“I love you, Jeremy. You were ripped away from me. We
should have never been apart. If not for Cassidy, we’d still be married... and happy.”
“I’m sorry,” I told her, shaking my head once more. “My life is with Lindsay, Devon and Amy now.”
“Oh God...” Pamela shrieked, covering her face with both hands while losing control of her emotions. “This... this isn’t right. This isn’t what I envisioned happening... I mean, Trish and I talked about what if your life had taken a different direction. But still, I never thought...”
“You should have trusted me!” I told her, suddenly allowing some of my own emotions - my hurt - to come out. “You should have told me, Pamela. I would have done something... ANYTHING, to keep all of you girls safe! You think I would have just let any old one come to my island?”
“I don’t know...” she cried, shaking her head. “Please don’t get mad at me, Jeremy. I just did what I thought was best. I... I was so scared!”
“I would have trusted you if the roles were reversed, Pamela!” were my ominous words. “Basically, you LIED to me.”
“We all react differently!” she sobbed. “My God, Jeremy! I’m not perfect... never claimed to be perfect!” She shook her head and added, “My life isn’t worth living anymore...”
“Don’t say that, Pamela,” I told her. “Don’t say that. I almost went that route after you and Trish left. It’s not a good thing. It may seem like the best option now, because you are upset and not thinking straight. But trust me... you have a full life ahead of you - with, or without me.”
“You almost killed yourself?” Pamela asked, in shock.
“He was about to jump off the cliff,” Devon answered in a
quiet tone. “Lindsay steered him away at the last second.”
“Lindsay!” I exclaimed, suddenly realizing that somewhere within this mansion, perhaps my little princess was being chased by Trish - the person she had convinced herself to hate over these past several months. My mind was clear enough now that I was well aware that I had to find her. What if Lindsay and Trish were the ones fighting now?
“_JEREMY_!” Pamela screamed, as I rose up from the sofa and made a frantic dash toward the adjoining corridor.

* * *

It took a few seconds, but I was able to hear a series of screams and cries, and pinpointed them as being in close proximity to my personal suite. When I got there, I found Trish splayed out upon the carpet, leaning against the door. Apparently, she was pleading her case to Lindsay - just as Pamela had done to me. My best guess was that Lindsay had barricaded herself into our suite.
“I love you, Lindsay!” Trish bawled, pounding on the door with an open hand. “I gave up my entire life for you!”
I tried opening the door, but it was locked. “Stay back,” I told Trish in a strict tone, pointing a finger at her, as I reached into my pocket and fished out a pair of keys. I used them to unlock the door, then slipped inside and closed it just as quickly. Trish slapped the door as I then locked it.
“MAKE ‘EM GO AWAY!” Lindsay cried, sprawled out upon her side on the bed, clutching at her stomach. “I don’t want them here! Make ‘em go away, Jeremy! Make ‘em go away...”
I was still incredibly upset and angry, but knew that I had to be a pillar of strength for Lindsay. I joined her on the bed and took her into my arms, offering her a warm embrace. “I really don’t want them here either, honey.”
“How am I supposed to trust what Trish says?” Lindsay whined. “Last year, Trish said she loved me and would do anything for me! Then, when she left, Trish said I was nothing more than a good f-fuck to her. She said she did not care about me one bit! Now... Trish is back to saying that she loves and wants me. I just can’t trust her...”
“It’s okay,” I said, offering Lindsay an even tighter embrace. “I understand exactly how you feel. I am going through many of the same things right now with Pamela.”
Lindsay pulled away from me and with tears running down her face, she looked into my eyes. “Is Pamela trying to get you back, too?”
I nodded but quickly told her, “I don’t want Pamela, though. I want you and Devon. We can throw Amy in there, too. But I want you and Devon the most. My life is with the two of you now... not Pamela, or even Trish.”
“I love you, Jeremy!” the 19-year-old shrieked, throwing her arms around me and squeezing tightly.
“JEREMY!” I heard Pamela scream from outside the door.
“ARE YOU IN THERE, JEREMY?”
“Make ‘em go away!” Lindsay pleaded once again. “Oh God, not this! Not now! I don’t want them here!”
Next, it sounded like there was a scuffle taking place. Someone first hit the door, then the floor, with a loud and resounding thump. The sound caused Lindsay to suddenly get up from the bed and run over to the door.
When she opened it, Devon was laying upon the floor with even more blood coming from her nose. Amy was leaning down beside her, offering Trish a spiteful look as she stood above them, her fist clenched. Pamela was standing back, with a mortified expression upon her face. Obviously, Trish had just punched Devon in the nose - again.
Lindsay took one glance at Devon and simply snapped.
“GET OUT OF HERE!” she screamed, throwing an elbow and connecting with Trish’s face. The Canadian went down in a heap, then stared at Lindsay with a mixture of mental shock and physical pain etched upon her face. “WE DON’T WANT YOU IN OUR LIVES ANYMORE! GO! LEAVE!”
“But Lindsay...” Trish pleaded, as the little blonde knelt down to tend to her fallen girlfriend. Both of them said something to each other, then Lindsay helped Devon up and guided her into our suite.
“LINDSAY!” Trish bawled.
“I don’t care!” the teen-ager suddenly growled, turning
her head to look back at Trish. “I don’t care what Cassidy made you do! I would have NEVER said those things to you, Trish. NEVER! I don’t care what someone threatened me with! I would have NEVER called you a... whore, and said that I did not care about you anymore! True or false, you destroyed my life! I almost killed myself over you!”
“I just wanted everyone to be safe!” Trish cried. “She was making threats of criminals over-taking the island...” I then realized that Trish was bleeding from the nose as well. I didn’t know until now that Lindsay was capable of actually decking another person like that.
“Stay away from Devon!” she hissed, her eyes focused upon Trish. “Lay a finger on her again, and you’ll regret it!”
“But Lindsay!” Trish protested, as the door was slammed shut (and locked) in front of her. Trish pounded on the door once again, but it was no use. Now, Lindsay was not even going to acknowledge her presence.
“We should have never come back...” Pamela sobbed, falling to her knees as she stared blankly at me.

<<<- End of Part 20 ->>>

“That’s the one gripe I’ve always had about you, Jeremy,” Pamela said, shaking her head as she sat at the table in front of me. “You think you can solve the world’s problems with your money. You can’t. Nor can you solve MY problems, or Trish’s problems, with your money.”
“I never said my money would solve your problems,” I told her, seated upon the floor below her. “But it will give you a good kick-start in life. I’ll set up a trust fund for both you and Trish. You’ll get X amount of dollars from it every week for the rest of your life, or until you decide you don’t want - or need - it anymore.”
“I don’t want your money in the first place,” Pamela whined, shaking her head once more. “Look at this place, Jeremy. Look around you. This is my house. This is where I live. This house is where I belong. You may have bought it, but I helped you re-decorate everything last year. Over half the things in here, I helped you pick out. I’m supposed to be your wife. This house is where I belong.”
“It’s not your house anymore, Pamela,” I countered, unable to hold back a frown. “I’m sorry.”
“This isn’t right...” Pamela murmured.
“It isn’t right what you and Trish did to me and Lindsay,
either,” I told her. “You should have trusted me, Pamela. I promised you long ago that I would never let anything bad happen to you. You had to trust me first, before I would be able to follow through on that promise. You didn’t.”
“Cassidy would have still told the media,” Pamela said. “You couldn’t have stopped that, Jeremy. All of our names would be linked to prostitution, and our families and friends would have been absolutely ashamed of us. All of us. It could be proven not to be true, but still, our names would be out there and tarnished forever.”
“We would have found a way through it,” I said quietly. “At one time, Pamela, you and I could have gotten through anything - as long as we were together.”
Also seated at the table, Trish pouted and said, “Cassidy should still be alive - holding that axe over our heads. I think it may be better that way, compared to what happened to us today. This is WORSE than our worst nightmare. You don’t want Pamela back, Jeremy, and Lindsay hates me.” She began crying softly and added, “Pamela and I... we did what we thought was best for everyone, and their safety...”
“The money will do both of you good,” I told them. “I’ll set up trust funds for both of you. Pamela, you can finish college and become a teacher. Isn’t that what you always wanted? Trish, you’re a certified fitness instructor. What were you doing working at some dive restaurant?”
“Jobs are hard to find in California,” she replied. “All I could do was work at that restaurant. Either that, or strip with Pamela. I couldn’t put myself through that.”
“You won’t need to strip anymore, Pamela, with this trust fund,” I said. “You’re better than that. You don’t need to subject yourself to that. You could finish college and work part-time, and still have some money left over.”
“I’m not going to give either of you millions of dollars. I want both of you to be active. I want you to work, and do things. I want you to go out and meet people. I want you to find someone special to spend your lives with. I think four-hundred dollars per week, tax-free, would be a good stipend. You two could get your lives back together.”
“How many teachers do you know who used to be strippers?” Pamela sighed. “The two professions just don’t mix. I’ve always known that, but didn’t admit it to myself until I came to the island last year.”
“Then study something different than secondary education,” I told her. “I’m going to help you succeed in life as much as I possibly can. I want both of you to trust in that.”
“I don’t want your money!” Pamela cried. “I want to be back where I belong - with you, on this island!”
I took a deep breath and sighed, “I’m sorry, dear, but that’s not going to happen. I’m all but engaged to both Lindsay and Devon. I don’t blame you for anything bad that happened anymore. Cassidy did have that axe over your head. I’ll just say that you should have trusted in me.”
I paused before continuing, “Why don’t you two get cleaned up? Take a shower... take a nice, long bath. Both of you need it. Think my offer over. We’ll get some food in you, and you can spend the night. I’ll have you both on a flight tomorrow morning to anywhere in the world you want to go.”
“I want to be here...” Pamela reiterated, sobbing.
“Dinner tonight? Spend the night?” Trish exclaimed. “I
don’t see how that is possible, Jeremy. Lindsay hates me. Devon probably hates me now, too. I’m sure they feel the same way about Pamela, as well. We’re not welcome here.”
“I’ll have a talk with both Lindsay and Devon,” I nodded. “Tempers got way too far out of hand today. We’re all going to settle down. We may not have the greatest night, but at least it will be a peaceful one. I promise you that.”

* * *

Being a very cynical and untrusting person, I wanted to verify as much of Pamela and Trish’s story as I could. It’s not that I thought they were lying to me about Cassidy and her blackmail scheme. I just wanted to be sure about it.
I made a telephone call to a business associate of mine in the United States and asked him to run a trace on Pamela’s social security number. I wanted to know if my ex-wife had worked at a strip club outside of San Francisco for the past five months - as she claimed she had.
My friend on the telephone told me that indeed, Pamela was an employee of the club. I then looked it up on the Internet. One website which reviewed various clubs gave Pamela’s just one star, saying it was a sleaze joint. I cringed at the thought of my ex-wife having to make ends meet in what sounded like a horrible environment.
I then gave my associate friend Cassidy’s social security number. He ran a trace on it as well. She hadn’t worked in several months. It took awhile, but he was able to access her bank records, too. There was a deposit for $50 million made to her account on March 2nd of this year. Just days before that, my divorce with Pamela had been finalized and I wired her own account that exact amount - $50 million.
My last bit of detective work was to scour the websites for newspapers in the San Francisco and Oakland area. I searched for Cassidy’s name and indeed, she had been killed in a four-car accident just two days ago. The article said that Cassidy had been driving a Porsche. Makes sense...
Pamela and Trish had been telling the truth. They did not make any of this up.

* * *

As I turned off the computer, perhaps the realization of everything I had been told thus far today finally set in. Needless to say, I suddenly felt sick. I covered my face with both hands and started crying like a small child.
How could Cassidy be so EVIL? I understood that she wanted the divorce settlement from Pamela. I did not condone it in anyway, but I certainly understood why she wanted all that money for herself. Perhaps Cassidy felt as though she deserved it? That was bad enough...
But how could Cassidy, in good conscience, destroy my marriage with Pamela the way that she did? How could she do the same to Lindsay and Trish, as well? Did Cassidy have a heart, or any feelings? If she did have a heart, was it black? Certainly, there was no way it was red.
I could not fathom doing something so utterly horrible and despicable to another human being. Not even my worst enemy! How could Cassidy have woke up each morning, and looked at herself in the mirror? Did the mirror break? How could she have been happy with herself?
I continued crying as I thought more about Pamela and Trish. Pamela, really. She was once my wife. I loved and cherished her more than anything else in the whole, wide world. Sure, I had my thoughts about Lindsay and what it would have been like to be married to her instead. But I kind of figured that was just human nature on my part.
The fact of the matter was that Pamela was once my wife, and I was committed to her. I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with her. Indeed, her and I wanted to have children and grow old (and wrinkly) together.
What exactly had Pamela been through these past several months? She said that her only real asset was her body. She used it to make money - as a stripper. Pamela was a stripper before I met her, but she had worked in a very classy and upscale club in her hometown of Baltimore. The club in San Francisco, it seemed, was a run-down sleaze bar.
Pamela said that she was constantly fighting off drunk customers of the club, who always seemed to be a little too forward with her. Trish said in order to stay employed, she had to do sexual favors for the owner of the restaurant that she worked at. I’m not going to discuss that further.
My cries worsened as I realized at my computer desk, all of this led straight back to Cassidy. It was all her fault. How could anyone be so EVIL?
“BURN IN HELL!” I suddenly exploded, unable to control myself, as I placed my hand upon the computer monitor and sent it flying. The monitor landed upon the floor, its screen cracked down the center. I didn’t care anymore.
Realizing that all of the other girls were elsewhere, I grabbed a nearby lamp and tossed it into the wall. A desk fan went flying too, smacking hard against the restroom counter. I was letting my rage out. I had to let it out.
Fortunately, none of the other girls were here with me. I could never let them see this side of me. I had always prided myself in being their gracious, upstanding host.
I fell down into a defeated lump upon the floor and began crying once again. This was the worst day of my life - for many, various reasons. I could not believe that something as catastrophic as this had happened to me. I could not believe that it happened to Pamela and Trish, either.
At one time, I looked at Pamela and Trish as angels. Pamela had been the matriarch of this island. She loved all the other girls just as much as I did. Pamela was my wife. I was her husband. Just the simple fact that her love for me was unconditional and true was enough to make me feel like the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. Back then, I held Pamela in such lofty, high regards.
I looked at Trish as one of the most caring, sincere women I had ever met. It made me so happy last December when her and Lindsay were re-united with each other. They belonged together, I would tell myself over and over again. In all likelihood, Trish would have ultimately chose to stay on the island permenantly with Lindsay, Pamela and yours truly. The four of us could have been so happy together...

* * *

But now, I had Lindsay and Devon as the focal points of my life. I loved Amy as well, but I thought of her as more like an extra wheel at this point in time. Eventually, she would find her place as an equal in our relationship.
But I was happier with Lindsay and Devon than I had been with Pamela and Lindsay. I was much closer with Lindsay now than I ever was before. That was the clincher. I loved Devon very much, but Lindsay was my little sweetheart. She was my everything in life.
I liked to think that I loved Devon as much as I loved Lindsay. I tried to convince myself of it every single day. But the simple fact of the matter was that I loved Lindsay more than anything. She was - by far and away - the most important aspect of my life. Lindsay was my reason to live.
Quite simply, I was much happier right now with Lindsay than I ever had been with Pamela. I’m not putting Pamela down by saying that, either. I simply clicked better with Lindsay. Her and I had a certain chemistry when together.
Lindsay had given me everything she possibly could - her heart, her body, her soul - but I always found myself coming back for seconds. And thirds, and fourths. It was a process which never ended. Lindsay was like a drug to me. I was addicted to her. There was no turning back.
I needed to touch her every single day. Lindsay’s hair; her taut, firm body. I needed to smell her on a daily basis. The exotic, wondrous perfume she always wore. Lavender was her favorite. I needed to listen to her talk. Her squealy voice; those friendly giggles and funny sneers.
I needed all of those things everyday from Lindsay - and more. Without them, I would go insane.
Could I have once said the same things about Pamela?
No.
Despite the events of today, my life was better now than it ever had been before. I would never tell Pamela that, because it would surely destroy her. She was fragile and grief-stricken enough already. But this was the truth. Lindsay was so utterly perfect for me.
And while discussing the many virtues of Lindsay, I did not even mention Devon and the positive impact she had on my life. I loved Devon more than I ever did Pamela. Again, that was not a knock or slight against my ex-wife. It was, very simply, the truth.
Devon reminded me so much of an older, more shapely and mature Lindsay that it was actually scary at times. It was as if, in many cases, I had a CLONE of Lindsay in Devon. They looked alike, acted alike... hell, even talked alike.
Things about them were so similar...

* * *

After cleaning up the debris from my rampage throughout the suite, I took some time to regain my composure before deciding to finally venture back out.
It had been several hours since I had my discussion with Pamela and Trish about their future. Now, I found both of them lounging together in the front room. But much to my surprise, I also found Lindsay and Devon there as well.
Instead of throwing an elbow upside Trish’s face - which was the case earlier - Lindsay was now hugging and embracing the Canadian bombshell as if they were long-lost lovers. Devon, who had been on the receiving end of two punches hours ago - courtesy of Trish - was seated behind Lindsay and massaging her back, with a tear trickling down her face.
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Trish sobbed, holding onto the 19-year-old as if she was the most precious thing in the world. In fact, I told myself, Lindsay was just that.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” Trish added. “I just thought it was the best thing to do - for everyone’s safety. Cassidy was serious about what she was gonna do to all of us. We would have been absolutely butchered in the media.”
“It’s okay,” Lindsay countered with a deep sigh, finally able to break free from Trish’s arms. “I forgive you. You and Pamela were right, Trish. It’s best that all of us go out on good terms. We don’t need to be angry.”
“I’ll always love you,” Trish said, cupping the side of Lindsay’s face with her hand. “I’ll never stop!”
The little blonde pouted for an instant at those words, but then noticed me from across the room. She offered an immediate smile and waved her hand at me.
“What’s going on in here, ladies?” I asked while making my way over to the group. Pamela sighed sharply when she looked up and saw me. “No more punches or elbows, huh?”
“We just uhh... we thought we should part on good terms,” Trish responded, wiping her tears away. “If I can’t have Lindsay anymore, I at least don’t want her to hate me. I couldn’t stand that...”
I smiled while dropping down to the floor in front of them. I brought Trish into my arms and hugged her warmly. “I agree with you wholeheartedly. It’s good to see that all of you are not going to remember each other with hate.” I ended the embrace and asked, “Did you and Devon make up?”
“Oh yes,” Devon replied. “I’ve forgiven Trish for hitting me twice. It just took us awhile to settle down. Cassidy... everything she did - it took awhile to understand.”
Trish looked at Lindsay and said, “Are you sure that was your first-ever fight, sweetheart? That was a wicked elbow.”
“I’m so sorry for hitting you,” she told the voluptuous blonde. “I have never done anything so violent before. But I had to stand up for Devon. I just sort of snapped.”
“It’s okay,” Trish frowned, as I noticed a bruise upon her upper lip. “I understand perfectly. Today has been a really bad day. We all let her emotions get the best of us.”
“You and I should still be together,” Pamela said, gulping her throat as she stared lifelessly at me. “I just can’t believe after all this time - after everything I’ve been through - you don’t want me anymore.”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. Trish seemed to have rounded the corner over the past few hours, but Pamela was still stuck in neutral. “I’m sorry, Pamela. But my life is with Lindsay, Devon and Amy now.”
“No matter what power Cassidy had over you, what you said to me seven months ago was unforgivable,” I added. “I’ll certainly never forget it. I wasn’t good enough for you, our marriage was a mistake, you simply tolerated me...”
“I should have never said those things,” Pamela quaked. “I should have never let Cassidy control me like that. But I thought, Jeremy... I thought you would understand. Maybe I hoped you would understand. I... I just wanted us to be together again. I dreamt about it every single night...”
“I do understand, Pamela,” I told her. “But still, my life has changed since you were here last. I’m very sorry. I’m sorry about what Cassidy did to you... what she did to US. But I can’t drop everything I have in my life and get back together with you. Things are different now. I hope YOU understand, Pamela.”
Unfortunately, it appeared as if my ex-wife was about to break down and start crying again. I felt sorry for her. I wanted to offer her a hug - just as I had done moments ago for Trish. However, I figured it probably would not be the smartest thing to do right now. It may make her feel worse.
I then thought that both Pamela and Trish were much too beautiful to be crying like this. Both were exquisite, shapely blondes, with beautiful faces and charming smiles. I hated to see either of them cry. They had been through so much in the recent past. They deserved some happiness.
“I don’t know what to say,” Devon offered, reaching out and tapping Pamela on the wrist. “I... I’m sorry, Pamela. It’s obvious how much you love Jeremy.” She turned toward Trish and said, “Obvious how much you love Lindsay...”
“We’ll have to find a way through,” Trish shrugged. “I think it would be best if Pamela and I stayed together. We could help each other find our way through this.”
“I want to be with Jeremy...” Pamela murmured.
Obviously feeling sorry for her as well, Lindsay lunged
forward and embraced Pamela with both arms. I even seen a tear trickle down the 19-year-old’s face. At one time, of course, she and Pamela were extremely close with each other. Lindsay still held feelings for her.
“I’m so sorry, Pamela!” she cried, hugging her tighter.

* * *

Since Pamela was seemingly in a different world, Trish became their dual spokeswoman. She accepted my offer of $400 per week (tax-free) for each of them. Trish said that they could move to her hometown of Toronto, where they would be aided by her large contingent of friends and family. She also promised me that she would do her best to see that Pamela gets her life back on track.
It seemed after the initial shock wore off, Trish expected things to be the way they were on the island. Unlike Pamela, I sensed, Trish had the feeling that things may not have gone the way they wanted upon their return.
It was unrealistic for them to truly believe that Lindsay and I would drop everything and go running back into their respective arms. Too much time has passed - and too many hearts have been broken in the process. I got the sense that Trish had a feeling things would turn out this way.
Still, it did not ease her hurt. After everything she and Pamela had been through the past seven months, it must have nearly destroyed Trish when Lindsay said those three ominous words earlier - I hate you. Certainly, it would have shattered my psyche if Lindsay (God forbid) ever said those words to me. I can imagine how it made Trish feel, even though Lindsay obviously recanted them later...

* * *

Imagine the shocked looks upon the faces of Christina and Lisa once they returned from their day-long excursion (along with Gabrielle) on the other side of the island. What they saw upon entering the mansion was Lindsay offering Trish yet another hug, while Pamela continued to sob and cry. It took a long time to explain to them the many events which took place over the course of the past several hours.
Since this was just Gabrielle’s second day here, Amy had an excellent idea when she pulled her away from the front room. Gabrielle did not need to hear our dirty laundry. Amy took Gabrielle to the big shower room where (I’m told) the two of them had their first sexual encounter together.
Of course, whenever I found the time, I would have to go into my voyeur room and watch the videotape of their encounter. I hoped Amy wasn’t too rough with her...

* * *

As far as I was concerned, the remainder of the evening went off with no further fireworks. Lindsay and Trish had a good, long talk together, while Christina did her best to be good company for Pamela. Devon, of course, stayed close to Lindsay as she bantered deep into the night with Trish.
The following morning, Lindsay went along for the ride in my Jeep as I escorted both Pamela and Trish to the heli-pad on the other side of the island. It was during this time when I asked the two ladies how they had gotten to the island in the first place. Trish replied by saying that both of them had hitched a ride upon a fishing boat.
Ian - my friend who owned the helicopter - was waiting for us once we arrived at the landing pad. Rather than detail the final words that were said between us (which shall remain that way - between us), let me just say that it was a heartfelt, painful good-bye. I did give Pamela that elusive hug, too. It lasted about two minutes.
Armed with two airline tickets to Los Angeles, where they had a connecting flight to Toronto, Pamela and Trish boarded the helicopter with tears in their eyes. I held back my own emotions while watching the chopper rise into the air. My last image of Pamela was her staring blankly at me, her open hand pressed upon the window, as the helicopter flew off.
My mind was in a daze as I watched the chopper eventually disappear over the horizon. I said a prayer for Pamela; my body feeling extremely numb and tingling with great remorse. Perhaps I should have been more receptive toward her?
“I love you, Jeremy!” Lindsay cried, throwing her arms around me and squeezing tightly. She pressed the side of her face into my chest and sniffed her nose repeatedly. It was obvious that Lindsay was having similar thoughts about not only Trish, but Pamela as well.
“Can we make a promise to ALWAYS be honest with each other?” she pleaded. “I mean... not only me and you, Jeremy, but Devon and Amy, too. Can we? If there are any major problems, let’s talk about them. Let’s be honest.”
“I have always been open and honest with you, sweetheart,” I told her, forcing a smile. “But still, that’s an excellent idea. We’ll get Devon and Amy, and we’ll make that promise to each other. Cross our hearts, and hope to die.”
“Stick a needle in your eye?”
“Yes,” I confirmed, leaning down and kissing Lindsay on
the cheek. “I love you too, princess. I love you more than anything. More than anything in this world...”
Lindsay offered a tender, gracious smile as she retracted from our embrace and looked up at me. Her expression soured as she said, “Pamela seemed really bad off. It’s so awful.”
I placed an arm around the blonde’s shoulder and began guiding her back toward the Jeep. “Pamela should have trusted me. It’s that simple. And what she said to me all those months ago, and what Trish said to you - inexcusable.”
“I trust you, Jeremy,” the teen-ager squealed.
“And I love you,” I reiterated, pecking her lips with a
kiss. “As long as I have you, sweetheart, life is good.”

<<<- End of Part 21 ->>>

“Isn’t this what Cassidy wanted, though?” Lindsay whined.
“Isn’t she getting some sort of satisfaction right now? Even though the truth is out, Pamela and Trish are still not part of our lives. That’s what Cassidy wanted all along.”
“I don’t think Cassidy is having any satisfaction right now,” Devon said to Lindsay. “She’s no longer alive. How can she have any satisfaction in death?”
“But her goal was accomplished,” Lindsay frowned, as she and Devon lay peacefully in bed with me on this warm summer evening. I had both of their blonde heads resting on either shoulder. “She wanted to rip us away from them. She did.”
“I think Cassidy also wanted me and you to hate Pamela and Trish,” I chimed in, offering my opinion. “We did for awhile, princess. But now that the truth is out, as you say, we don’t hate them anymore. We may not be back together with Pamela and Trish, but we don’t hate them anymore. The only person we hate now, of course, is Cassidy herself.”
“Let her burn in Hell!” Lindsay snapped, displaying some uncharacteristic venom in her voice. “I just can’t imagine how someone could do something so evil and mean!”
“There are people like that in the world,” Devon said, reaching across my body and cupping Lindsay’s face with her hand. “And others are actually worse than that. That’s why I prefer staying here - on the island. I feel very safe and secure here. Really, the only bad person who ever came here was Cassidy. I’ve trusted everyone else... even Pamela and Trish, as well as Jessica and Stephanie. I don’t think any of them were bad people, although they’re no longer here.”
“Gabrielle is a sweetheart,” Lindsay chirped. “We won’t have to worry about her causing problems.”
“Christina and Lisa are sweethearts, too,” Devon grinned.
“And Amy drives me insane!” Lindsay sighed. “Oh God...
Amy is so nasty. The things she did to me the other night!”
Devon smiled and countered, “I heard a lot about that night from Jeremy, honey. I also heard you used a strap-on dildo on Amy. You’ve never used one on me before.”
“Amy got me so excited that I just had to blast her with one,” Lindsay countered, fidgeting around upon the bed. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t think I would like using one. But I did. I promise to use strap-on dildos on you from now on, Devon. I know you’ve used them on me quite often.”
“Hmmmmm,” Devon moaned, grinning. “That’s what I like to hear. You can blast me with strap-ons anytime, sweetheart.”
My cock began to twitch with life before Lindsay changed the subject, “I’m really worried about Pamela, though. It seemed as though all of her hopes and dreams were ripped away from her when Jeremy turned her down. You should have seen the look on her face, Devon. She was staring at Jeremy through the window as the helicopter took off earlier today. She looked so sad... so heartbroken.”
“Hopefully, her and Trish will get over it,” Devon nodded.
“Maybe we should have let them stay with us for awhile?”
Lindsay wondered. “I mean, no matter what Pamela and Trish said to us in the past, they were coerced into doing it by Cassidy. It was obvious they still loved us, and wanted to make things right again...”
“It would have been too awkward having them stay,” I told her. “I don’t think Pamela would have accepted being the third or fourth woman in my life. She wanted to be first.”
“You can never have too many people around if they love you, though,” Lindsay mused. “Isn’t that the whole spirit of the island? Friendship, togetherness and... love?”
“Pamela was obsessed in getting back with Jeremy,” Devon commented. “He’s absolutely right. Pamela would not have accepted anything less than being the first woman in his life. For that reason alone, neither of them could stay.”
“Trish didn’t seem that way,” Lindsay offered. “She was just happy to see me. I loved her so much at one point.
Trish... Trish took my virginity last year. She was so
gentle and loving with me. I... I miss her already,”
“Trish was gentle and loving, indeed,” I grinned. “And then, Amy came along and corrupted you with rough sex. Wasn’t that the next day after your first sexual experience, sweetheart? You took two dildos, double-penetration style?”
“Yes,” Lindsay replied, squirming about some more as the three of us lounged in our bed. “Amy corrupted me that day. She was the ringleader. It was like an assault!”
“But I bet you loved every single minute of it,” Devon smiled. “Didn’t you, honey?”
“Oh yes,” the 19-year-old answered. “I wanted more, too.”
“I wish I could have been here last summer,” Devon told
her. “I would have took your virginity, instead of Trish.”
“The one who took Lindsay’s virginity should have been ME,” I informed them. “It would have been that way, too, if not for Amy and Pamela. Both of them were literally throwing themselves at me that first week last summer.”
“I would have threw myself at you too, Jeremy,” Devon smirked. “In fact, I still do. Every single day! When did you and Lindsay have your first time together? Your first encounter with each other last year?”
“During the first gang-bang,” I answered, my eyes wide.
“Six girls slithering all over me. It was a few days in.”
“Amy made Jeremy fuck me in the ass!” Lindsay squealed.
“I thought it was so nasty... but it turned me on so much!”
“At least you were Lindsay’s first cock, though,” Devon purred, tracing her fingertips upon my chest. “That had to count for something, Jeremy. Didn’t it?”
“Yesssss!” I hissed, remembering that glorious evening.
“This has been an odd couple of weeks,” Lindsay remarked. “First, Victoria shows up. I’m still really not sure what she wanted. Do you think she wanted back with you, Jeremy?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, referring to my ex-fiancee from nine years ago. “I still wish she never came here.”
“I think maybe all Victoria wanted was to lick your ‘lil pussy,” Devon sneered, looking at Lindsay. “At least, that was all Victoria was seemingly interested in that week she was here. You and her were like shadows of each other.”
Lindsay pouted and replied, “I still feel bad that I let her take advantage of me like that. I know it upset Jeremy.”
“You couldn’t control your urges,” Devon cooed. “I think that Jeremy understood that. Remember? He called you a slut and had all of us gang-bang you the next day!”
“God, yes!” Lindsay sighed. “I’ll never forget that day!”
“Neither will I,” were my words.
“Then, after Victoria, Pamela makes her return,” Lindsay
added. “Dare I ask, Jeremy, if there is anyone else from your past that we don’t know about? Is anyone else going to pop up out of nowhere, and want to get back with you?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, shaking my head. “Victoria was my first-ever real girlfriend.”
“Really?” Devon asked, surprised. “You met her after you graduated from high school, correct?”
I frowned and answered, “Yes, indeed. There was a girl in high school that I chased after for three years, though. Her name was April. No matter how much I tried, I could not get her to like me. Three long years...”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Devon frowned, rubbing my chest with her right hand and then gently kissing my cheek.
“No one else I’ve been all that serious with,” I pouted. “There was Tiffany - a girl from Oregon I used to date. We broke up, but she knows nothing about the island. I don’t think we’ll ever see her pop up. I lived in Oregon for a short couple of months.”
“I’d be worried about Lindsay’s old boyfriends coming here - searching for her,” Devon grinned. “I know if it was me, I’d search the four corners of the Earth for Lindsay.” Devon caressed the teen-ager’s face with her hand and added, “You did have a few boyfriends in high school, right?”
“Oh yes,” Lindsay replied. “I just never had sex with any of them. I look back on it, and wonder how I possibly survived all those years without sex.” She giggled and concluded, “I can barely go an hour anymore without it!”
“When did you discover you liked other girls?” Devon inquired. “I mean, you wouldn’t have come to the island last year if you didn’t already have bi-sexual urges.”
“My friends on the cheerleading squad,” Lindsay squealed, squirming about on the bed once again. “I used to fantasize about what it would be like to be with them. You know... a big, locker-room orgy after practice.” Lindsay licked her lips and purred, “Especially with Megan and Faith...”
“Those cheerleaders crawling all over you?” Devon grinned. “Megan and Faith... both peeling your uniform off as they planted wet, sloppy kisses all over your body?”
“Oh yes,” Lindsay sighed. “Now if one of them approached me about sex, I would have melted and gave into them in an instant. I love guys... both you and Jeremy know that. But I’ve always been more attracted to girls. I don’t know why.”
“Men can be insensitive and crude at times,” Devon mused, before reaching for my cock and squeezing it through the pair of shorts I wore. “That’s why when you find a good one, you have to LATCH on to him.” She squeezed my shaft harder and coyly added, “And never let him go.”
Lindsay squealed and giggled, reaching between my legs with her hand and massaging my balls as Devon continued to frig my cock. I let out a rather loud, pleasurable moan in response as an erection quickly began to take its shape.
“I think we found the best man there is,” Lindsay sneered, kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll never let you go, Jeremy!” She kissed me once more and reiterated, “Never!”
I smiled at her playful, yet very loving words. Lindsay was such a doll. She was so precious to me...
“I still love guys, though,” Devon smirked. “Never met a cock I didn’t like, you know.” I sighed as her hand started to frig and pump my cock even faster. Lindsay, meanwhile, was still grinding her fingertips upon my testicles.
“We’re all nothin’ but a bunch of sluts,” the 19-year-old giggled. “Amy is our leader, though.”
“I think you’re the leader, sweetheart,” Devon grinned. “Maybe Amy could be the Admiral Pussy. I’ll be the Lieutenant. Lisa and Christina could serve as Captains. And Gabrielle is a Private Pussy, since she is still new.”
“Sounds like we have a whole army around here!” Lindsay squealed. “Hmmmmm... I wonder if an army could satisfy me?”
“No!” Devon laughed. “You get the army, air force, the navy... anyone else. No one can satisfy you, Lindsay. You would line up all those guys and knock ‘em down one-by-one.”
“Five-by-five,” Lindsay giggled, correcting her. “You know how much I love being gang-banged. And don’t forget about the marine corps, either!” She paused and added, “I don’t like Gabrielle being just a Private Pussy. We’ll have to see about getting her promoted! I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be with a saucy, little seniorita!”
I shook my head and smiled at the playful verbiage being exchanged between these two angels. I could just lay back and listen to them go back-and-forth all evening long like this. I loved it when Lindsay and Devon had conversations such as this. It was incredible simply to listen to them.
Devon sat up in bed and glanced down at me. “I know who you could be, Jeremy. Commander Cock!”
“I was thinking more along the lines of Major Dick,” Lindsay squealed, laughing. “Hey... what was that name we had for Jeremy if he was one of those medieval knights?”
“Sir Cum-alot,” Devon answered.
“Yeah!” Lindsay exclaimed. “Sir Cum-alot! Hmmmmm...”
Laughing, I shook my head in response to them. “You two
are something else. Amy was kidding me one day. She said if I was a pornstar, my name would be Jeremy Shortcummings.”
“Oooooh,” Devon winced. “That’s not nice.”
“When is Amy going to move in with us?” Lindsay asked.
“You know, here - in our bed?”
“Probably once she can get her face out from inbetween Gabrielle’s thighs,” Devon giggled. “I heard they’ve been going at each other since this afternoon.”
Lindsay rolled onto her back and smiled. “I love Amy so much! I’m so happy that she is going to stay with us!”
“Jeremy has a hard enough time taking care of me and you,” Devon said to Lindsay, before turning her attention to me. “Now, you’ll have to tend to another woman - Amy. She may be the most insatiable one of us all. Can you really handle it, Jeremy? For the absolute rest of your life?”
“I can handle it,” I answered with a smile. “I know I’ll be tired and running on fumes certain days. But on the other hand, I know that there will also be days when Lindsay and Amy will absolutely obliterate one another. Maybe I’ll be able to use those days as a time to rest.”
“You won’t be resting,” Devon squealed, offering my cock her tightest squeeze yet. “You’ll be fucking me!”
I let out a groan at the mere thought, before Devon finally released her grip upon my cock. Lindsay did the same, then reached up above us and flipped the wall light off. Both ladies then settled back down with me upon the bed, snuggling their faces warmly against my shoulders.
“It’s been a long couple of days,” Devon yawned. “I’m going to get some good sleep tonight.”
“I just feel bad for Pamela and Trish,” Lindsay stated again. “I mean... they thought they did what was best. They wanted to protect us. Now that the threat is over, Pamela and Trish still are not allowed in our lives.”
“Are you saying you would have preferred they stayed on the island?” Devon asked, curious.
“I don’t know,” Lindsay whined. “Maybe just for a little while longer? You know - until the dust settled? I... I’ll never forget that expression on Pamela’s face from inside the helicopter. I never seen anyone look so sad before...”
“Maybe I’m the wrong person to talk,” Devon commented. “I only knew Pamela and Trish for a month. I liked Pamela, even though she punched and slapped me that one night when she thought I was trying to break up her marriage with Jeremy. That’s one thing about me... I don’t hold grudges. But, I only knew them a very short time. Trish... even less than a month. Two or three weeks, actually.”
“I know it was very cold and mean of me to treat Pamela the way I did yesterday and today,” I frowned. “But really, I had no other choice. I had to be truthful with her. The truth hurts sometimes, unfortunately.”
“Would you have taken Pamela back if you didn’t have the relationship you do with me and Lindsay?” Devon asked.
“In a heartbeat,” I answered immediately. “That was the big obstacle. Not really an obstacle. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you girls to know that my ex-wife was living with us. You’d look over your shoulders; have doubts about our own relationship - especially with the way Pamela left. I don’t want that. I want us to be happy, open and honest.”
“That reminds me!” Lindsay exclaimed. “We need to make a pact. An honesty pact! We need to promise to each other that we’ll always be open and honest with each other from this point on. If there are any problems, we discuss them.”
“We just made that promise a short time ago,” Devon said. “Remember? The day when I thought I was pregnant? We had that big fight in the forest over who marries who. We made up, and created that so-called honesty pact.”
“We need to renew it, though, every few weeks,” Lindsay suggested. “That way, we’ll always know. We’ll know that no matter what, we’ll always be here for each other.”
“I thought you wanted to get Amy in this too?” I asked.
“Oh, I do,” Lindsay told me. “And I will. But I guess
that Amy is a ‘lil bit occupied right now with Gabrielle. We will get her in on our honesty pact soon enough. Do we promise to be open and honest with each other? To not hold anything back? To talk about our problems, if there are any?” Lindsay raised her hand and held it above my chest.
“I promise,” Devon nodded, extending her own hand and grasping Lindsay’s with it.
“I promise,” was my response, as I brought both their hands to my mouth and kissed them tenderly.
“And I promise!” Lindsay squealed, as both she and Devon planted separate kisses upon either side of my face.

* * *

After a long and very pleasurable (and much needed) night of sleep, I awoke the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping and singing outside the big picture window of our personal suite. Unfortunately, I soon realized, I was alone in the bed. Hmmmmm... the time was 8:33am.
Once I sat up and rubbed my bleary eyes, I noticed Devon was also in the suite. Dressed in an oversized nightshirt, the beautiful, voluptuous blonde had a thin cloth and a can of furniture cleaner in her hand. She was busy wiping down all the dressers, cabinets and desks throughout the suite.
“Malana - the new maid - she will be here later today,” I said, catching Devon’s attention.
She turned toward me and offered, “Oh, I don’t mind. This place is so dusty! It’s been five or six days since Jessica made her last rounds throughout here.”
“Where’s Lindsay at?” I asked, as Devon turned and resumed her cleaning duties.
“She was saying something about Gabrielle needing to be promoted,” Devon grinned. “You know... from Private Pussy to perhaps Sergeant or Colonel Pussy. Lindsay went off awhile ago... said she was gonna find Gabrielle and Amy.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes wide. “Lindsay is probably in the middle of them right now!”
“She sure is turning into quite the little slut-puppy,” Devon giggled, as I got out of bed and made a motion toward the voyeur room. “What do you think you’re doing?” Devon asked, suddenly stepping in front of me and blocking my way.
“What?” I countered. “I want to watch them, of course.”
“No, no, no!” Devon squealed, shaking her head with a
playful smile. “Remember what I told you last night, dear Jeremy? When Lindsay plays with Amy, you play with me. Do you remember?” Her stunning blue eyes flashed with lust as she concluded, “You’re gonna fuck me, Jeremy. Right now.”
Devon dropped the aerosol can, as well as the dust cloth, before placing both hands upon my shoulders and guiding me back toward the bed. She had me sit down on it, but then smelled her hands and made a face.
“Oh, hold on a minute!” Devon shrieked, running over to the restroom so she could wash those cleaning chemicals off of her hands. When she returned, the 25-year-old bombshell offered an inviting smile before literally tackling me down upon the gentle, plush mattress.
I landed on my back, with Devon perched atop me. Before I knew what happened next, Devon had her lips open over mine, driving her velvety tongue into the far reaches of my mouth. I gulped hard for a moment, but then steadied myself and returned her hot, scorching kiss with an equal amount of intensity. I also hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the feel of her large breasts as they squished upon my chest.
“I thought you were too busy cleaning,” I teased her, breathing heavily, once our kiss was broken.
“Oh... you were right,” Devon grinned. “We can wait for the new maid to handle it. I have things right now which are much, much more important to deal with.”
Devon smashed her mouth to mine for another tongue-filled kiss, but then I rolled her beneath me and pinned her there. Our eyes locked as I ended the mutual kiss, only to then splay gentle licks and nibbles over and across her (very) sensitive neck and shoulder area.
“Hmmmmm,” the blonde moaned in delight, her back arching high off the bed as she cradled my head with both hands. She giggled and said, “You know what, Jeremy?”
“What?”
“Your days will be like this for the next 40 or 50 years.
Lindsay, Amy and I... we’re all going to be little old ladies one day, yet we’ll still expect you to fuck us. You’ll spend the rest of your days being our personal, private stud!”
I let out a moan and said, “I could live with that...”
Devon giggled once more and added, “We’ll also bring girls
like Christina and Lisa, and Gabrielle, in from time to time. Maybe even some new girls. You’ll be expected to have sex with all of them as well... you know.”
“I wouldn’t be your personal, private stud then,” I told her, now licking the base of her throat with my tongue.
“Oh yes you would,” she returned. “The three of us - Lindsay, Amy and I - we’d just LOAN YOU OUT for awhile.”
“Maybe I should think about loaning you out, Devon,” I playfully said, moving upward and kissing her on the lips. “When was the last time you had four or five cocks at once?”
“Oh, in Scotland!” she snickered. “We went on vacation there last February. Remember? Lindsay and I made quite a scene in that hotel restaurant... didn’t we?”
“Damn near started a riot,” I laughed. “It was good you and Lindsay gave some of those guys what they wanted.”
“Those Scotlanders wanted our asses!” Devon exclaimed.
“And you and Lindsay were very obliging!”

* * *

With these verbal games literally driving me insane, I pulled Devon’s nightshirt up and over her head, allowing her large, jug-like breasts to jiggle out and be free. I tossed the nightshirt elsewhere, now knowing that the only thing which stood between me and Devon’s naked glory was a thin, wispy pair of panties.
Instead of getting rid of them right away, I decided to focus upon Devon’s lovely, heaving breasts. The 25-year-old cooed and sighed with obvious approval as I slid my tongue through the vast, deepened valley of her cleavage. I could feel and hear her heartbeat within my ears.
A moment later, I slid my hungry mouth over and across one of her full, ripe breasts. I settled upon its nipple, then took the little bud between my teeth and bit it gently. That simple move caused Devon to moan out in heated desire.
I focused upon the nipple for several seconds, but then went back to swiping away at her lush cleavage with my anxious tongue. Soon, I moved upwards and offered Devon a feverish, scintillating kiss upon her ruby-red lips.
“Oh yes,” the enchantress moaned afterward. “YES!”
Quickly, I discarded of both my shirt and shorts before
settling my head between Devon’s widespread, accommodating thighs. Devon squealed with delight as I slid her frilly pair of panties down, and off. I flung them somewhere behind me, then exchanged a pair of loving smiles with her.
I was transfixed with the sight of Devon’s pussy as it was staring me right in the face. Holding a finger to those damp, tender nether lips, I flicked it across the sheath of sensitive skin. Devon writhed about beneath me in arousal. Excellent... I wanted to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I whispered, driving my finger into her damp slit and gently thrusting it in-and-out. “It is all pink, and precious... looks so very yummy.” Devon moaned in response as I inserted a second finger into her.
Now pumping a pair of fingers into her silken depths, I extended my tongue and gave the area a full, sweeping lick. In return, Devon cried out and arched her back high into the air. I found her right hand with my left - up beside her waist - and gripped it. She squeezed it firmly in response.
Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue within her lush folds. Still thrusting the fingers into her, I burrowed my tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her. Needless to say, it was most intoxicating. The deeper my tongue burrowed, the greater Devon’s cries of passion were.
The luscious blonde squeezed my hand even tighter as I then began to focus my attention upon her clitoris. The little nub of skin was fully exposed, so I dabbed at it repeatedly with my tongue. It was at this time when Devon began to let loose with her series of trademarked squeals. Whenever overly excited, Devon would squeal continuously.
This told me that I had to be doing something right here...
A third finger joined the mix upon her pussy, thrusting into and pounding her inner depths. Meanwhile, my tongue kept flicking itself over and across her gooey clitoris with quick, rapid-fire strokes. She was very close...
Soon, Devon was screaming at the top of her lungs as her beautiful body went through the sweet progression of orgasm. She arched her neck and back into the air, then wailed out in pure and utter lust as the sensations within her hit a fever pitch. All the while, I continued lapping away at her scrumptious pussy with my probing tongue.
In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Devon’s body shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow. I eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of her thighs, only then to move upward and cup her face with both hands. Her expression was golden; full of bliss.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I breathed, kissing her deeply. “I need you in my life. Without you or Lindsay, or even Amy now, I’d go absolutely insane.”
Still feeling the lingering sensations of orgasm, Devon smiled warmly and hooked both arms around my shoulders. “I love you too, Jeremy. But you seem to be holding up pretty well. I’m actually kind of surprised.”
“I’m not holding up,” I told her, shaking my head. “I just realized 48 hours ago that my ex-wife was blackmailed into leaving me. How can I possibly be okay?”
“You seem to be... ohhhhh,” Devon nodded. “You’re holding it inside of you. You always do, Jeremy. You always want people to think that you are cool, calm and collected.”
“Lindsay kept referring to Pamela’s expression when the helicopter was taking off,” I frowned. “I seen it too, Devon. It was like someone had ripped her heart out. I never seen her look so... pitiful, before. The Pamela I knew was strong, self-assured... very confidant.”
“What happened to them was terrible,” Devon said, kissing my cheek. “I’ll always be here for you though, Jeremy. The same goes for Lindsay. We want to help you.”
I shook my head and pouted, “Lindsay already wants both of them to come back. What she says makes a lot of sense. Everything they did was for our safety and well-being. Why she would punish them... say we don’t want them anymore?”
“Pamela would surely not accept the role as the third or fourth woman in your life,” Devon reminded me.
I shrugged my shoulders before saying, “Maybe if we talk to her beforehand. Let her know the ground rules.”
Devon gave me a weird look. “You want her back?”
“I... I don’t know,” I replied, shaking my head.
“A little Jeremy is better than no Jeremy,” Devon nodded.
“I think Pamela would want all of you, though.”
“It’s difficult,” I said. “On one hand, being here would give her some happiness. Pamela obviously deserves that. After all these months and what she has been through, she NEEDS it. But on the other hand, I don’t want you or Lindsay to even have the notion you would ever have to look over your shoulder. Pamela could cause jealousy amongst us all.”
“Lindsay is not the jealous type,” Devon countered. “I can be that way at times, yes. But as long as I know that you love Lindsay and me more than anyone else here, I’ll be perfectly fine. Isn’t that what the island is about? We have our little three-way relationship, and we let others spend a few months at a time here as guests.”
“Pamela would qualify as more than a guest,” I offered.
“She would want to stay full-time. Trish would, too.”
“You get my meaning, though,” Devon said. “Hey... I have no problems with either of them staying as long as you love Lindsay and me more than anyone else. The same is true for Lindsay. She has to love you and me more than anyone else.”
“Lindsay is crazy about you, Devon,” I told her. “She loves you so much more than she ever did Trish. I don’t think you have anything to worry about there.”
“All three of us would still have to share the same bed AT LEAST five or six nights a week,” Devon added. “That would be a priority of mine. Well, it already is.”
“What about Amy?” I said.
“What about her?” Devon responded. “If you want to bring
Pamela and Trish back here, Amy can stay with them. We’d have our three; they’d have their three.”
I laughed gently and informed her, “Trish and Amy don’t mix well together... kind of like oil and water. They’ve had a long-running feud since the end of last summer.”
“Oh... over Lindsay,” Devon nodded. “I heard about that.
Well then, Amy could stay with us. That’s the plan anyway.”
I took a deep breath and shook my head. “I don’t know, Devon. I don’t know if I really want Pamela and Trish back or not. Everything has been going so well between you, me and Lindsay lately. I don’t want to run the risk of hurting anything between us. But... that look upon Pamela’s face. All she wanted for the past seven months was to somehow get back here. She got her chance... but I turn her away.”
“I was pretty upset when Pamela and Trish were talking about re-claiming you and Lindsay,” Devon said, kissing my face once again. “I even got punched in the nose twice over it. But then, I started to realize their situation. It has to be so awful - what they went through. I feel for them.”
“I need some more time to think things over,” I frowned. “I want to tell myself that I don’t want them here. I do tell myself that, but not all of me hears it.”
“Take your time,” Devon said, offering me a warm smile. “We can have a talk with Lindsay about it, too. Does she really want Trish back? Or is that her emotions getting the best of her? We’d have to look into that, Jeremy. You... I think you don’t even know if you want Pamela back. Right?”
I nodded my head and told her, “I need time. There are a lot of things for me to go over. You and Lindsay are the two most important people in the world to me. I could never do anything to hurt either of you. You know that, Devon. I felt the same way about Pamela once, too. I could never hurt her. But yesterday, I think I may have destroyed her.”

<<<- End of Part 22 ->>>

“I love you, Jeremy,” Devon said, nodding her head for emphasis. “That’s all you need to remember. If you want Pamela and Trish to come back, I won’t stand in your way. If not, again, I won’t stand in your way.”
Frowning softly, I also nodded my head at her. “I think I’ve finally made up my mind, Devon. You and Lindsay are more important to me than anything else in the whole, wide world - as is our relationship with one another. I love both of you more than anything.”
“I think it is truly awful what Cassidy made Pamela and Trish do, but I’m not willing to possibly sacrifice the relationship I have with you and Lindsay by bringing them back into our lives.” I shook my head and added, “I know I’m gonna feel guilty for dumping on Pamela the way I have. But unfortunately, it has to be that way. I’m not going to let anyone spoil our three-way marriage with Lindsay.”
“Are you absolutely sure about Pamela?” Devon wondered.
“Yes, I am.”
The enchanting blonde first offered me a smile, then a
gracious hug. “Again, I love you, Jeremy. If this is what you want, then so be it. I was going to stand behind you, no matter what you chose.”
Our embrace over, I pulled back and looked deep into her alluring blue eyes. “You say that, Devon... but surely you would not approve of Pamela being back in our lives?”
“Did I want her with us?” Devon countered. “To tell you the truth, no, I didn’t. But it was so awful and terrible the way she and Trish were pulled away from you and Lindsay. I was not going to argue if you wanted to let them back in.”
“It would have been too awkward,” I said, offering her another loving embrace. “I don’t want you or Lindsay to ever look over your shoulders in our upcoming marriage.”
“There would be too many problems with Pamela and Trish here, too,” Devon added. “Everyone would be fighting for their territory. I know I wouldn’t back down. Pamela would want to monopolize your time, Jeremy, while Trish would do the same with Lindsay. I would have accepted it if you wanted her back, but it would have been a big struggle.”
“What about Lindsay, though?” I asked, pulling away from the embrace. “She seems to want both Pamela and Trish back.”
“Lindsay thinks with her heart, but not her head, a lot of times,” Devon answered. “Lindsay is so sweet and loving almost to a fault. That’s both a good and bad thing. But, she can’t take Trish back, Jeremy. It would be the third time if she did. I can talk to Lindsay if you want, though. I can tell her that our relationship is more important than Pamela and Trish are. She just needs to understand that.”
“I think we should both talk to her,” I said, frowning. “She’ll listen to both of us a lot better. I just feel bad for Pamela. I’m going to feel guilty over sending her away for a long, long time to come. Although Pamela and Trish should have trusted in me, what they did was out of pure love. They just wanted all of us to be safe and secure.”
“I realize that, Jeremy,” Devon offered. “But they went about it the wrong way. Pamela told me before she left the other day that there was a microphone on her that day back in December, and Cassidy was listening in. Pamela could have easily left a note explaining the whole blackmail scheme. That way, maybe Pamela and Trish would have been gone for awhile, but we could have figured out what to do in order to take care of Cassidy and her threats. Then, Pamela and Trish could come back.”
“It’s pretty pointless to talk about now, though,” I mused. “It’s actually quite depressing.”
“I know, but still...” Devon said, trying to cheer me up with a grin. “The big thing is Lindsay’s feelings. She’ll always have a soft spot in her heart for Trish, because she is the one who took her virginity. I still feel that way about my first boyfriend, even though he turned out to be a total jerk. We just have to convince Lindsay that allowing Trish back into her life would not be the best thing to do. Same goes for allowing Pamela back into her life.”

* * *

A short time later, I was routinely making my way through the mansion when I came across the usually charming duo of Christina and Lisa in the recreation room. I offered both ladies a nod and a smile, but what I received in return was anything but cordial and friendly. In fact, it was shocking.
“HEY!” I exclaimed, after Christina stormed up to me and slapped me across the face with an open hand. A violent, nasty expression was upon her own face as I openly wondered, “What in the world was that for?”
“How dare you, Jeremy!” Christina roared in response, her eyes bursting with anger. “HOW DARE YOU!”
“What?” I asked, my hands extended in a shrug. What had I done to incur her wrath? Never in my life had I seen Christina act so aggressive and violent before.
“PAMELA!” Christina exploded. “You treated her and Trish like garbage! You act is as if you don’t even care about them! The day after you KICKED them off the island, I go to your suite because I think you may need some cheering up. You had just found out that your wife left you because she was blackmailed into doing so. But instead of being stricken with depression... I find you having sex with Devon!”
“Whoa, slow up a minute...” I told her defensively, still shaken from that sharp slap upon my unsuspecting face.
“No!” Christina shot back, very upset. “After all that time, Pamela finally has a chance to come running back to you, and she does. But you won’t even listen to her. You send her away faster than she even got here!”
“What am I supposed to do?” I asked in return, my voice raising. “I have Lindsay and Devon now. I just can’t say that oh... Pamela was taken away from me unfairly. It was all a big lie, not her fault. I’m going to dump Lindsay and Devon now, and get back with Pamela. I’m sorry, Christina, but it doesn’t work that way. I’m not about to sacrifice my relationship with Lindsay and Devon for anyone at all.”
Christina shoved me in the shoulder and exclaimed, “You’re so insensitive, Jeremy! I met you three years ago and all you did was whine and complain about how no one loved you. All you wanted was someone who would care about you, and not so much your money. You were so lonely on this island!”
“So I spent three months, Jeremy, writing you a computer program which would find the right type of woman for you. And it did! Her name was Pamela. Not only did Pamela love you more than ANYTHING, Jeremy, but she STILL DOES! You used to tell me all the time all you wanted was for someone to love the real you. Not your money, not your fame or fortune. JUST THE REAL YOU. And you found her in Pamela!”
“But now, you send her packing like she is garbage!
Pamela would do ANYTHING for you, Jeremy, and you KNOW IT! I just can’t believe that after everything you have been through in your life - all the loneliness - you would do that to another person - ESPECIALLY someone who loves you so much. I was with Pamela the other night... she couldn’t stop crying, knowing you didn’t want her here anymore!”
“Wait a minute!” I told her, now angry myself. “You seem to forget the fact that both Pamela and Trish lied to all of us. They could have easily told the truth about Cassidy and her threats. But they didn’t. They didn’t trust me.”
Christina shook her head and countered, “As misguided as they were about the blackmail threats, the fact remains that what Pamela and Trish did was out of pure love for you and Lindsay. They went along with it because they did not either of you, or anyone else on the island, to get hurt.”
“I understand that, Christina. But still, times are different now. It would not be fair of me to throw either Lindsay or Devon, or even Amy out, because Pamela is back. Still, she lied to us.”
“Pamela and Trish went through seven months of Hell to protect you and everyone else here!” Christina roared. “I can’t believe how insensitive you are, Jeremy! Pamela may not have said it as much as Lindsay and Devon, but she loved you so much! She still does! In fact, I’d bet that Pamela loves you much more than Lindsay or Devon EVER could!”
“I beg to differ,” I told her in a defiant tone. “Neither Lindsay or Devon could ever even think of hurting me the same way Pamela did. They’d rather die first.”
“Pamela lied only so she could protect you!” Christina exclaimed, throwing an open hand and hitting my in the shoulder once more. “Can’t you see that, Jeremy?”
“Pamela should have been truthful and upfront with me from the very beginning,” I told her. “And you are wrong about me not caring. I DO care. It’s awful what happened.”
“If you cared, you wouldn’t have been humping Devon the very next day after sending Pamela away!” she raged on. “I went to your room yesterday because I figured you needed a shoulder to lean on. Instead, I opened the door and there you were - with Devon, fucking like animals. 24 hours after sending Pamela home... 48 hours after finding out she was blackmailed into leaving you! That’s so incredibly mean!”
I shook my head and countered, “If I stop doing my normal routine and allow myself to think about Pamela - and what Cassidy did to us - I would go insane, Christina. I HAVE to keep myself occupied! It’s the only way I’ll get through!” Trembling, I paused and added, “What do you think I should have done, Christina? What?”
“You should have taken Pamela back!” she screamed. “But at the very least, you should have allowed a few days for emotions and feelings to settle down before making any type of decision. I just can’t believe you, Jeremy! I’ve always thought you were so kind and understanding. But now, this... this was so cruel and insensitive of you. You sent her home without a second thought! SHE WAS DEVASTATED!”
“There was no decision to make,” I told her, trying to control my temper. “I’m not risking my relationship with Lindsay and Devon for anyone. Allowing Pamela and Trish back into our lives would cause nothing but trouble.”
“I could never trust Pamela again, either - no matter if she was blackmailed into lying to us or not. Honesty is very important to me, Christina. If my own wife can’t trust me enough to protect her and the people that we care about, then that is a serious problem.”
“You make me SICK, Jeremy!” Christina erupted, her voice louder and more hateful than ever before. “OH! This is why I hate men so much! I thought you were the last good one left!” She turned toward Lisa, who had been sitting rather silently in the background, and said, “COME ON! Let’s get our things and go back home!”
“What?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide, as Christina grabbed Lisa by the hand and made a move for the exit. “Go home?”
“I can’t stand you anymore, Jeremy!” Christina screamed. “Not after how you treated Pamela! Lisa and I... we’re... we’re going home! Back to Illinois! Right now!”
“Christina!” I shrieked, my heart suddenly broken in two, as she and Lisa stormed out of the recreation room. At that very moment, I noticed that Gabrielle was standing at the exit. Apparently, she had witnessed our entire discussion - the horrified expression upon her face told me so.

* * *

“Unreasonable?” I exclaimed hours later, as the trio of Lindsay, Devon and Amy were all gathered around me at the dinner table in the common room. “Christina was BEYOND unreasonable! I never seen her act like that way!”
“This has been a terrible couple of days,” Devon frowned, shaking her head. “I don’t think it could get any worse. Jeremy, you can’t be expected to welcome Pamela back into your life with open arms after all these months. I don’t understand how Christina could possibly expect you to.”
“I just can’t believe that Christina and Lisa left us,” I said, shaking my head in despair. “Gabrielle, too!”
“Why did Gabrielle leave, as well?” Lindsay asked, upset.
Amy pouted and replied, “Gabrielle said she had been here
for just a few days, but too many negative things were going on. She heard all about the big argument and the fight between Lindsay and Devon, and Trish. She seen Pamela and Trish crying that night. Then she saw Christina screaming at Jeremy earlier today. I tried to tell her that the island is not a war-zone, but she wouldn’t listen to me. Gabrielle didn’t want to be in what she saw as a negative atmosphere. So, she decided to go back home to Arizona today, too.”
“What’s happened to my island?” I asked, very distraught. “Just in the very recent past, five people - Stephanie, Jessica, Christina, Lisa and Gabrielle - have all left. Pamela and Trish were ripped away from us because of what another one-time island inhabitant, Cassidy, did. I... I have always strived for the island to be a very loving and peaceful place. Now, no one wants to be here anymore.” I shook my head and added, “Next thing I know, one of you - Lindsay, Devon or Amy - or maybe two, or even all three of you - will want to leave, too! Then I’ll be left alone...”
“No way!” Lindsay exclaimed.
“We aren’t going anywhere!” Amy implored.
“No!” Devon chimed in. “Jeremy, we love you. You can be
positively sure of that. None of us will ever leave you!”
Frowning, I countered, “I never thought Christina would blow up at me, and act as if she hated me. Christina and I have been really close for years. But now look at her...”
“Christina is not Lindsay or Devon, or even me,” Amy said in a strong tone. “Christina was your friend, Jeremy. She did not love you the way the three of us love you.”
“Christina was the one who let her emotions get the best of her,” Devon nodded. “She and Lisa, and even Gabrielle, are probably regretting the fact that they left the island. It wouldn’t surprise me if they ask to come back soon.”
“I miss Gabrielle already,” Amy pouted. “I was actually getting pretty close and intimate with her.”
“They’re not coming back!” I hissed, angry.
Lindsay shook her head and surmised, “I’m not going to
let you get depressed or mad over this, Jeremy. No way! Christina, Lisa, Gabrielle... even Jessica and Stephanie; they’re no longer with us. Maybe it’s better this way!”
“How can it be better this way?” I asked her. “It’s like a trend is developing. Soon, the three of you will want to leave, too. I won’t be able to handle it! I’ll spend the rest of my days in misery on this island... all alone!”
“We’re not leaving you!” Devon reiterated.
“It is better this way!” Lindsay exclaimed. “If all of
them don’t want to be here, then be gone with them!” She paused and implored, “But Devon, Amy and I... we DO want to be here, Jeremy! We want to be with YOU! WE LOVE YOU!”
“I’ll mess it up somehow,” I retorted, still upset and not thinking very clearly. “I always do! Throughout my entire life, I’ve done nothing but screw up at every turn! I even screwed up an island paradise!”
“Marry me!” Lindsay exclaimed, completely out of the blue.
“What?” I asked, suddenly very calm and quiet. It was as if the world stopped. Did she say what I thought she said?
“Marry me!” Lindsay told me again. “You want some sort of commitment or promise that I’ll never leave you, Jeremy? Then marry me! Make me your bride! Right now! Next week, or next month! Then, both of us can marry Devon.”
“You’re proposing to me?” I asked, somewhat shocked. “I didn’t... this isn’t quite the way I imagined that you and I would officially become engaged, Lindsay. I thought... I would be the one to...”
“Marry me!” she exclaimed again, cutting me off. “I don’t know any other way that I can profess my true and undying love for you, Jeremy. I’ve said it a million times. I’ve told you that I’m not going to leave. You want some type of assurance? Here it is! Marry me!”
Emotions were obviously running very high, but even I knew at this very point in time that this was perhaps the most unique (and strange) marriage proposal anyone had ever received. I never imagined it would be like this...
“Lindsay...” I said softly, gulping my throat, “I... we just can’t up and get married. Don’t you want to be married in front of your family, in Ohio? That takes time; planning. Certainly, I would never think of getting married in front of the Justice of the Peace. You deserve a lavish wedding, Lindsay... a celebration, a big party. It takes time!”
“Then let’s get married in a month!” she told me.
“We need more time to plan everything,” I said, laughing.
“No we don’t!” Lindsay exclaimed. “If all of us work
together, we can make it happen. Me, you, Amy, Devon... both you and I have family in Ohio, Jeremy. My family can help us. Your family can help. Plus... all the planning and work we’d have to do in order to prepare for the wedding would help take our minds off everyone leaving us.” She paused and continued, “I’m sad about Stephanie, Jessica, Christina, Lisa and Gabrielle, too. But if they don’t want to be here anymore, that’s their problem! I don’t want to have to think about them anymore!”
I smiled at her and said, “We shouldn’t get married, Lindsay, as a way to temper our sadness.”
“Don’t you want to marry me, Jeremy?” she asked, her tone persistent. “Isn’t this what we have wanted since Pamela and Trish left? Isn’t this what we have talked about, and planned? I don’t think it’s a way to alleviate our sadness.” Taking a deep breath, she softly added, “I think it’s a good time to make it official.”
My eyes went wide as Lindsay dropped to one knee before me, and grasped my hand. “Will you marry me, Jeremy?”
For a split-second, I glanced over at Devon and Amy. Both of them were as awestruck as I was. This had been extremely sudden, and was so unique in nature. But the question Lindsay posed was so easy for me to answer...
“Of course I will, princess.” Laughing in joy, I dropped down to my knees in front of Lindsay and exclaimed, “Yes, most definitely... I will marry you!”

<<<- End of Part 23 ->>>


• AUTHOR’S NOTE: There is only one more chapter to go before this story comes to a conclusion!

Indeed, Lindsay’s sudden proposal of marriage and the task of getting everything for it together in just four weeks really did take my mind off the shocking departures of Christina, Lisa and Gabrielle. I felt incredibly saddened that Christina would probably be mad at me for the rest of my life, but I was not about to let her drag me down. I had a wedding to prepare for - my very own!
A princess such as Lindsay deserves a truly exquisite wedding, so price was not an issue for me. After Lindsay, Devon, Amy and yours truly arrived in Ohio, there was a mad scramble to get everything in order for the monumental day.
Together with her family for the first time since last Christmas, Lindsay and her mother immediately went shopping for a wedding dress and bridesmaids’ gowns. I had family in Ohio as well; my brother directed me toward a good tuxedo shop, as well as a jewelry store and catering company. Devon and Amy, meanwhile, got to work on the invitations.
Among the hundreds of invitations sent out were a pair to Torrie and her fiance, as well as Stephanie. We did not know if either would take us up on our offer and actually attend the wedding, but the invitation was there if they so desired. If only one lady made it, I was hoping it would be Torrie. I wanted to apologize to her for what happened between the two of us at the end of last winter.
All the countless other necessary steps in planning for a wedding of the magnitude that we wanted were taken care of in remarkable time. My brother suggested a minister, while one of Lindsay’s cousins was good friends with an area disc jockey who offered to play host at our reception. Lindsay’s mother was very helpful in planning the floral arrangements, while her father interviewed photographers and videographers.
Lindsay did not want to choose between Devon and Amy as her maid of honor (though she could have picked both). So instead, she offered the position to her 17-year-old sister, Alicia. Needless to say, Alicia jumped at the chance to be the maid of honor at her big sister’s wedding. As for the best man, the choice was extremely easy for me - my father. He and I have never really been that close, but the man was still my father and I thought he was an excellent choice.

* * *

As the big day drew closer, Torrie and her new fiance arrived in town from Idaho, but there was no Stephanie. Nevertheless, it was wonderful to see Torrie again. I gave her a big hug and apologized for sending her home the way I did last winter when she wanted to stay on the island (so she could be with Lindsay). Torrie returned the favor by apologizing for being angry at me back then. She said it took her awhile to understand that was a very difficult time for us, with Pamela and Trish leaving so suddenly. We agreed to put our troubles in the past, and keep them there.
It should not come as any great surprise that Torrie asked if she could have just one more night with “the girl of her dreams”, Lindsay. Her fiance was okay with the idea, as was I. Fortunately for Torrie, Lindsay was, too. They spent that evening alone, and Lindsay has told me it was one of the more passionate encounters of her life. She also said that Torrie brought along her infamous “bag-of-toys”...
Some of my family members and friends were disappointed that I chose to forego the chance at a bachelor party. Amy offered to be the stripper at it, but I knew that would look mighty strange to everyone there since she and Devon were posing as “good friends” to Lindsay and yours truly. As a seasoned dancer, Amy would have given a great show, though.
Lindsay, on the other hand, did have a bachelorette party. But the only people who went there were Lindsay, Devon and Amy. One can only imagine how they entertained themselves...

* * *

Even the most simple, plain woman will look absolutely stunning and radiant when it is her wedding day. But what about a woman who is already gorgeous and beautiful? That thought was on my mind as I (im)patiently waited for my wondrous bride-to-be to make her way down the church aisle. I simply could not wait to see Lindsay in her wedding dress!
The building was packed with long-lost friends and family
members on what would surely turn out to be a memorable day
for me. Near the podium, Devon and Amy were standing along
with the other bridesmaids in beautiful, pink gowns. Devon
was glowing; her smile was absolutely golden. She had been
looking forward to the wedding almost as much as Lindsay and
I. Devon said that she had always loved to attend weddings.
If there was anyone at the ceremony who was an avid fan of Aimee Embers (the pornstar), they would never connect her and Amy (the actual actress) together. Amy looked like a completely different person than usual as she stood beside Devon on the podium. I had never seen Amy look so fresh and distinguished before - with the bridesmaid gown contouring her shapely body. She even had a flower in her hair!
Lindsay, however, stole the show.
I was fully expecting her to look magnificent, but even I was blown away when she took that slow walk down the aisle. For lack of a better term, Lindsay looked absolutely perfect. She seemed to be beaming with a brilliant glow in her bridal gown, its color ivory, which was made of pure silk and lace. Its neckline and sleeves were see-through, and the skirt was long and flowing, with the train tagging along behind. To top it off, Lindsay wore a tiara upon her head, and a veil.
Both her blonde hair and mascara had been professionally done; Lindsay’s hair was up in a bun, and had never looked better, while the mascara upon her face highlighted its natural beauty to the greatest extent. She was stunning!
I have often referred to Lindsay as my little angel. But on this particular day, that term never fit her better. I thought I had died and gone to Heaven...
Lindsay’s smile lit up the entire cathedral once she caught her first glimpse of me in my tuxedo. Her father escorted her to the podium, then I joined her there in front of the minister. Lindsay and I exchanged knowing smiles before the ceremony commenced.
I would love to recount every single word which was said, but instead will just go with the highlights:

* * *

“We are gathered here today in the grace of God to celebrate one of the happiest moments in the lives of Jeremy Michael (last name) and Lindsay Janae (last name), for on this day they will affirm before witnesses of Earth and Heaven that they believe God Himself has purposed that they should share life in the holy bonds of matrimony.”
“Remember, anything beautiful that you have, came from God. In the beginning, God gave us our free will and our identity to walk this Earth. Don’t ever try to change each other, because if you do, you will lose exactly what you fell in love with. So, each day try to find one more thing that is beautiful in your mate and each day know that the next day will be more beautiful than the one before it. As long as you are doing this, you are seeking beauty, joy and love in each other.”
“Jeremy, do you take Lindsay to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you be faithful to her in tender love and honor, offering encouragement and companionship, and will you live with her and cherish her, as love and respect will lead you in the bond of marriage?”
“I do.”
“Lindsay, do you take Jeremy to be your lawfully wedded
husband? Will you be faithful to him in tender love and honor, offering encouragement and companionship, and will you live with him and cherish him, as love and respect will lead you in the bond of marriage?”
“I do.”
“I Jeremy, take you Lindsay - to be my wedded wife - to
have and to hold - from this day forward - for better, for worse - for richer, for poorer - in sickness and in health - to love and to cherish - now and forever.”
“I Lindsay, take thee, Jeremy, to be my wedded husband - to have and to hold - from this day forward - for better, for worse - for richer, for poorer - in sickness and in health - to love and to cherish - ‘til death do us part - and thereto I pledge thee my faith.”
“The wedding ring is the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual bond which unites two loyal hearts in endless love.”
“Lindsay, I give you this ring in token and pledge - as a symbol of all that we share - with my constant faith and abiding love.”
“Jeremy, I give you this ring in token and pledge - of my constant faith and abiding love - with all that I am - and all that I will become.”
“These two lives are now joined in one unbroken circle. Wherever they go, may they always return to one another in their togetherness. May these two find in each other, the love for which all men and women long. May they grow in understanding and in compassion. May the home that they establish be such a place of sanctuary that man will find there a friend. And may these two rings symbolize the spirit of undying love in the hearts of both of them. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

* * *

As I slowly pulled Lindsay’s veil back to offer her that fabled kiss, I was momentarily stunned. Her blue eyes were absolutely glowing with a mixture of devotion and happiness. Her smile was brighter than I had ever seen it before.
“I love you, Jeremy!” Lindsay silently mouthed, before I grinned in response and offered her a gentle, romantic kiss.
“I love you too, princess,” I whispered, smiling, while clutching her hand just a bit tighter.
LINDSAY AND I ARE MARRIED! **YES**!

* * *

Once the beautiful ceremony was over and the many guests thanked, the rice tossed, there were the barrage of wedding photographs which needed to be taken. Lindsay was still glowing as she and I later stepped into the limousine that would whisk us off to our rousing, lavish reception.
During the ten minute ride, I cradled Lindsay in my lap and did nothing but embrace and continually kiss her. It wasn’t long enough. Once the limousine arrived at the reception site, Lindsay and I had to compose ourselves before we entered the banquet hall as husband and wife.
I still could not believe how truly radiant and divine Lindsay looked in her wedding dress. After the wonderful dinner and cake cutting ritual, Lindsay and I headed out to center stage upon the dance floor. Lindsay’s choice for the first song was Richard Marx’s “Endless Summer Nights”, simply because it reminded her of our life back on the island.
For the next several hours, I danced with a wide variety of people - Lindsay, Devon, Amy, Torrie, Alicia, my mother, sister, new mother-in-law, my 11-year-old niece and even my 6-year-old nephew. Most of my time on the dance floor, of course, was spent with Lindsay. I found it difficult each time someone else wanted to dance with her. I really did not want her to leave my arms on this truly glorious evening!
I should also point out that during the ceremonial bouquet toss, Amy was the one who caught it. I was hoping for Devon instead. After all, Devon was actually the next single woman in the hall who was going to get married (to Lindsay and I). She came close, but Amy snatched it away at the last second.
All of us had a good laugh about it afterwards.
Some five hours after the reception started, many of the guests had already decided to go home. There were a select few remaining, and two of them were subtracted when Devon and Amy decided to check out for the evening. That was already planned, though. Lindsay and I would meet up with them a bit later on in the bridal suite of Cincinnati’s most prestigious downtown hotel.
The final wedding guests to leave the reception hall were Lindsay’s mother and father. They made us promise to come back to Ohio and visit them more often than once a year. We also invited them to spend the upcoming Christmas holiday on the island with us - if they so desired.
Once Lindsay and I stepped back into the limousine, it was extremely late (1:00am). But we were still totally charged with energy, and knew our evening was far from over.
“Jeremy, my pussy has been on fire since I first saw you in that tuxedo at the ceremony!” Lindsay told me, giggling, as she plopped down upon my lap in the limousine.
I kissed Lindsay and laughed, “We’ll have to take care of that tonight, wifey.”
“I wonder how long it took Devon and Amy to get out of their gowns once they got to the hotel,” she snickered. “Devon seemed overly horny tonight... don’t you think?”
“How long will it take, wifey, to get YOU out of that beautiful wedding dress?”
“Will you let me take it off?” Lindsay grinned. “Devon thought you may want me to leave it on tonight - just like when I dress up for you as a cheerleader or schoolgirl.”
“You can take it off,” I told her. “No need to ruin it.
Always save your wedding dress. Keep it in good shape.”
“We’re gonna rip that tuxedo from you!” she warned, a playful glint in her eyes. “Be glad you didn’t rent it!”
“I love you, wifey,” I grinned, kissing her once more.
“Wifey?” Lindsay squealed. “You like calling me that?”
I embraced her and replied, “You’ll never know how much.”

* * *

After the limousine escorted us to the hotel, Lindsay and I hopped out and made our way through the lobby. Moments later, we were all over each other - hugging and kissing madly - as the elevator whisked us up to our desired floor. The two of us were laughing and snickering together as we soon approached the bridal suite, and knocked on its door.
A moment later, Devon (wearing nothing but a towel) opened the door and motioned for us to quickly come inside. Lindsay was about to do so, but I put my hand on her shoulder and stopped her. She then giggled once more as I swept her up into my arms. I had to carry her across the threshold...
After I stepped inside, Devon made sure the coast was clear in the hallway and then closed, and locked, the door. Amy was completely nude and lounging in the middle of the huge, heart-shaped bed, but jumped up and squealed with joy once she caught her first glimpse of us. The perspiration upon the bodies of both Devon and Amy told me that they had been playing some naughty games with each other...
“Congratulations, Lindsay!” Devon gushed, cradling the 19-year-old’s head and face as I carried her to the bed. “What’s it like being married, honey?”
“Better than I ever imagined,” she replied, still glowing.
“This is the greatest, most happiest night of my LIFE!”
Smiling, I set Lindsay down on the edge of the bed. Amy took a seat next to her, and then the two beauties shared a joyous laugh and embraced warmly. “I always knew you and Jeremy were right for each other!” Amy exclaimed.
“Oh, Jeremy...” Devon grinned, wrapping her arms around my body and hugging me fiercely. “That was a BEAUTIFUL wedding! You really went all-out for Lindsay.”
“You and Amy looked divine in your gowns, Devon,” I said with a smile. “You’ll look even better in your own wedding dress, once you marry Lindsay and me three weeks from now.”
“I can hardly wait!” Devon exclaimed, full of happiness.
“You look pretty hot yourself, Jeremy, in that tuxedo,”
Amy remarked, licking her lips for emphasis.
“Yeah!” Lindsay agreed.
“You’ll be counting the days until Lindsay and Jeremy’s
honeymoon in the Cayman Islands is done!” Amy told Devon, once her embrace with Lindsay was finally over. “Hopefully, your wedding to them will be just as beautiful as this one!”
“Oh, no,” Devon countered. “I’m going to enjoy my time in the Cayman Islands. I hear it’s absolutely beautiful.”
Amy looked up at me and smiled. “Thank you for letting me into your lives, Jeremy. I’m so lucky to be around three people who have so much love and kindness to share.”
“Thank you for coming into our lives,” I grinned. “Are you going to enjoy yourself in the Cayman Islands, too?”
“Oh yes,” Amy smirked. “We’ll all love it there.” She turned toward Lindsay and said, “You look like an absolute angel, sweetheart.” Lindsay blushed red and turned her face to the side, but Amy still went on, “No, I mean it.”
“A vision of Heaven,” I nodded.
“Without a doubt, the most beautiful bride I have ever
seen in all my life,” Devon chimed in.
Still beaming, Lindsay shook her head and offered, “All of this feels like a big dream to me. I always envisioned this day since I was a little girl. Now that it’s here, I... I just can’t believe it! I’m so happy!”
“I’m happy for you too!” Amy cooed, as she planted a loving kiss upon Lindsay’s cheek.
Devon finally released me from her embrace and looked down at Lindsay. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a newlywed wife on her wedding night. I’d love to get first dibs on you, Lindsay, but I think that honor should go to Jeremy.”
“And the honor of having Jeremy first goes to Lindsay,” Amy said, nodding her head, before she climbed out of the bed. Amy offered me a quick hug and kiss, then clasped hands with Devon and walked her over to the nearby sofa.
“We did it, Jeremy!” Lindsay grinned. “I love you!”
“Oh my...” I moaned, sitting down beside my new bride
and taking her into my arms. “You just look so gorgeous.”
Lindsay giggled and asked, “You remember what I told you about my pussy when we were in the limo?”
I nodded and returned, “That it’s burning?”
“It’s an inferno now,” she told me, smiling.
“We gotta take care of that, then,” I said, slipping the
little blonde into my arms and kissing her deeply. “Oh God, Lindsay... you drive me insane.” I kissed her once again, my tongue diving far and deep within the reaches of her wondrous, exquisite mouth. “Absolutely insane, wifey...”
Lindsay slipped the black jacket from my shoulders, then pressed her palms upon my chest and massaged it through the white, silky shirt. I moaned as her fingernails scraped against my pectorals, with little waves of pleasure shooting throughout me as a result.
An instant later, Lindsay broke the kiss and with a big smile, she started to unbutton my shirt. “I love you so much, Jeremy,” she told me, for perhaps the millionth time tonight. “Thank you for making me the luckiest girl alive!”
I smiled as well, then darted forward and pecked her lips with a kiss. “I’m the luckiest man alive, sweetheart. I can’t express to you just how much I LOVE YOU.”
I offered a quick glance over at Devon and Amy as they sat together upon the nearby sofa. Devon had gotten rid of her towel and was now perched in Amy’s lap, as both ladies, completely nude, smiled from ear-to-ear while they watched Lindsay literally rip the expensive shirt from my body.
Once the 19-year-old leaned forward and both licked and kissed my chest, I removed the rhinestone tiara from her head and gently set it down upon the night-stand. Then, I released her long-flowing hair from its bun. It spilled out in waves and ringlets all across her neck and shoulders.
Lindsay was now mouthing one of my nipples as I reached around her body and undid the zipper which held her wedding dress in place. I pulled it down to her waist, then offered the crown of her head a loving, romantic kiss.
“It’s like unwrapping a Christmas present!” Amy giggled, as I then began to peel the heavenly dress from Lindsay’s tight, supple body. Starting at her shoulders, I pulled the dress downward. Lindsay assisted me by wiggling her arms out of its sleeves. Finally, I got the gown to her waist.
The little enchantress pulled away and offered me one of her ultra-sweet smiles, then stood up and turned her back to me. Lindsay giggled as I dutifully dropped to my knees just behind her, before tugging the beautiful wedding dress past her hips and down her firm, doe-like thighs. I then assisted each high-heeled foot in stepping out of the gown.
Devon stepped forward and took the dress, so it would be out of harm’s way for the next several hours. Meanwhile, Lindsay kept her back turned to me as I stared up at her from my knees. She looked absolutely fabulous. Lindsay had on a white G-string and matching thigh-high stockings, along with a strapless bra. Her body was just so unblemished...
“Is that pussy still an inferno?” I grinned.
“It’s burning out of control!” she squealed in response.
I kissed one of her stockinged thighs and suggested, “Why
not lay on the bed for me? I’ll give it a close look.”
Lindsay did as instructed, taking a seat on the gigantic, heart-shaped bed and then laying down. After I whisked her G-string down and off, she immediately spread her thighs for me. Indeed, her immaculate, little pussy was glistening.
I licked two fingers and then placed them upon that tiny nub - otherwise known as her clitoris. Lindsay squealed at the initial contact, then smiled as I lunged upward and planted another hot, searing kiss upon her mouth. All the while, I gently massaged her clitoris with both fingers.
I then settled back down upon my knees and moved my face inbetween her succulent thighs. The luscious blonde began to breathe in quick gasps once I moved my mouth in for a taste, my tongue licking and swiping away at her delights.
“Oh yeah, Jeremy!” she purred, which made me smile. I held onto her hip with my right hand and flicked my tongue across her tiny clitoris at a faster rate of speed. At least in my mind, Lindsay had the sweetest, most delicious pussy in the whole, wide world. No one even came close! I could literally feast upon on her for hours on end...
The more my tongue licked and swiped away at her, the greater my need and hunger seemed to be. Soon, I had a bulging lump in my trousers and felt the urge to stroke it with my left hand. Still, I was able to focus my remaining efforts upon the folds of Lindsay’s exquisite pussy.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, my tongue in a constant swirling motion, as I lightly slapped her hip in repeated fashion. Her stockings felt magnificent as she curled one leg around my head. “You like me licking your ‘lil pussy?”
“Oh yes, I do!” she squealed in response, her lithe body starting to rumble and vibrate beneath me upon the bed.
“Do you want me to make that sweet, ‘lil pussy cum?”
“YES!” she exclaimed. “Oh God, yes! Please!”
“As you wish,” I smiled, before inserting three fingers
between those moist folds and immediately starting to pound away at them. At the same time, my tongue began to focus on her clitoris. I repeatedly jammed three fingers in-and-out of her as my tongue continually swiped at that tiny nub.
Soon, I had worked Lindsay into an absolute frenzy. Her stocking-clad thighs were clenched tightly around my head as she massaged her smallish breasts through the bra that she wore, her eyes closed and mouth open. My bride was moaning continually, then screamed out as she experienced her first (of what promised to be many) orgasm of the evening.
“OH YES!” she exclaimed, her body bucking about wildly, as I did my best to lick and swallow down the delicious nectar which flowed from within her tender pussy. “Oh God, Jeremy! YES!” I luxuriated in her loud sounds of passion, as well as the animated movements of her body. I must had done something right with that curious tongue of mine...

* * *

“Oh God, let me suck your cock now!” she begged, raising her head to look at me once I withdrew my face from between her thighs. I offered Lindsay a nod and a smile, but first unbuckled both of her high-heeled shoes and kissed her lovely feet. I even licked and gently sucked on her right big toe (through the silky stocking), which made Lindsay giggle.
Next, however, I undid my belt and then pulled my slacks downward. I stepped out of my shoes and socks, then did the same with my slacks as well as my briefs. Not surprisingly, I had a full, aching erection. I grasped it with one hand while Lindsay undid and got rid of her strapless bra.
Smiling, I climbed onto the bed and moved over top of Lindsay. My knees on either side of her chest, Lindsay got the idea as I stroked my cock just inches from her charming face. She grabbed a nearby pillow and put it underneath her head, raising it. Now, her mouth was in perfect alignment...
An instant later, I jammed my erection directly into her awaiting mouth and began to churn my hips back-and-forth in a continual, heated motion. With each forward stroke, I picked up some speed. Soon, I had to toss my head back and growl like a madman in response to the sensations that were swirling throughout me. This was like being in Heaven!
In order to pound that sweet mouth even harder with my cock, I placed both hands upon the bed and leaned forward. Now, my hips did all the work as I started to blast and hammer away at that mouth with all the strength I had.
Meanwhile, Devon had rejoined Amy as she lounged about upon her lap while they were nestled very close together on the sofa. Both ladies had their eyes on us as they now traded tender kisses, their hands roaming freely.
Lindsay moaned and growled in response as I repeatedly thrusted my cock in-and-out of her mouth. Perched over top of her, my hips bucked and churned about as I had both hands upon the bed for leverage. Soon, I was roaring out like a lunatic. The feel of my erection as it slid deep down my bride’s throat with each inward stroke was exhilarating.
I was unable to take anymore of this sweet torture, so I then whipped my cock out of Lindsay’s mouth and grasped it with my hand. Next, I growled wildly as my shaft erupted, spurting out its thick juices and completely saturating Lindsay’s precious, adorable face. At the same time, lust and pleasure just seemed to course throughout all of me. I then realized the rest of my life would always be like this! My body shook until my cock had finally been tapped dry.
“Oh yes,” Lindsay squealed, as I took a deep breath and settled down on the bed beside her. I glanced at the young minx, who cupped her chin and opened and closed her mouth in repeated fashion, stretching her sore jaws. “I liked that!”
I smiled and grazed Lindsay’s face with my hand, but then we were joined on the bed by both Devon and Amy. Apparently, neither of them wanted to be voyeurs anymore.

* * *

Amy went straight for Lindsay, while Devon focused all of her attention upon me. “I’m so happy for you two,” she said, before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and embracing me warmly. At the same time, Amy got onto her hands and knees on the other side of Lindsay and began licking and kissing the teen-ager’s face. Obviously, she wanted to cleanse that face of the sperm which I had just deposited all over it.
“Did you enjoy the wedding?” I asked Devon with a smile.
“Definitely!” she replied, ending our embrace and looking
at me. “You know I did! I already said it was beautiful.”
“That you did,” I told her, grinning. “You’re beautiful, too.” I kissed and hugged Devon once again. I was so lucky to have these three adoring angels in my life!
“What’s that?” Amy asked, her voice strict, as she placed an ear close to Lindsay’s lips. “You want to lick my pussy?” The little blonde nodded her head in response. “Oh really?”
Amy wondered. “Well... I want you to lick my pussy, too.”
Devon and I watched for a moment as Amy swung one knee over Lindsay’s head, who was still laying flat on her back upon the bed. The nasty red-head then squatted downward, lowering her pussy to Lindsay’s awaiting lips. I smiled as Lindsay extended her tongue and began eagerly swiping away.
“We’re all gonna be so happy together!” Devon gushed, before embracing and kissing me once more. I then cradled her large, jug-like breasts with both hands and massaged them thoroughly. Devon broke away from our kiss and looked at me, her deep blue eyes shining with absolute delight.
“I love you, Jeremy,” she reminded me.
“I love you too, Devon,” I told her, returning the favor.
I leaned over slightly and kissed various portions of her breasts, before sliding my tongue between them and trailing it through her vast, deepened cleavage. Devon sighed as I did so, placing her hand upon the back of my head.
“Oh yeah... lick that pussy, you little slut!” Amy moaned to Lindsay in encouragement, already starting their always entertaining verbal match. “Lick it, and make me cum!” Amy had two handfuls of her own breasts as her body writhed and squirmed about atop Lindsay’s very skillful, probing tongue.
“You’re gonna be a good bride!” Amy said, continuing on with her words. “A good bride to fuck - that is! I wanna fuck every single inch of your body from now until forever!” Amy removed both hands from her own breasts, and moved them to Lindsay’s. She grabbed the smallish mounds and squeezed them roughly, causing my lovely wife to yelp in response.
“You like that!” Amy exclaimed, her body bucking about faster upon Lindsay’s tongue. “Oh yeah, you like that!” Amy used both hands to lightly slap the outer sides of Lindsay’s breasts. “Oh yeah, you slut! You like that!”
The 19-year-old continued to moan and yelp as not only did she pay oral homage to Amy with her tongue, but also as her breasts received a light brand of discipline from the ex-pornstar and her hands. Amy continually smacked them, which Lindsay really seemed to enjoy.
My attention was diverted away from them as Devon pressed her lips to mine for a deep, soul-touching type of kiss. Suddenly, all of my thoughts and energies shifted to her as she tried to literally devour my mouth with her lips and tongue. I kissed her with equal fervor and intensity, wrapping my arms around her breathtaking body and squeezing her rounded, luscious ass with both hands.
Our tongues intermingled and dueled together within our pressed mouths as we luxuriated in the taste of each other. I particularly enjoyed the feel of Devon’s large, firm breasts as they were roughly squished upon my bare chest. Eventually, her right hand started to drift down my body.
It came to a stop, predictably, upon my cock.
My shaft had been drained just moments ago, but Devon offered a hard squeeze to inject some new life into it. Our mutual kiss continued and only heightened in intensity as her hand busily frigged and pumped my cock toward another bulging erection. It didn’t take all that long, either.
“Oh yeah!” Amy growled as Lindsay tongued her pussy, while Devon broke our mutual kiss. “Oh yeah! Lick it! Yeah! Like that! Oooooh yeah! Lick my pussy, you little slut!”
Devon offered the quivering couple a quick smile before she got onto her hands and knees before me. She aligned her face with my cock, then swallowed it whole into her hungry mouth and began to deliver me some wicked, no hands fellatio.
I tossed my head back and let out a long, leisurely groan of total arousal as Devon’s blonde head bobbed back-and-forth upon my bulging erection. The 25-year-old took great pride in her oral skills, and was always looking to bring me the absolute maximum amount of pleasure with her wondrous mouth. Only rarely she did fail to achieve that lofty goal.
“Oh yeah!” Amy went on, in response to Lindsay’s own oral work. “OH, YOU LITTLE SLUT! You’re gonna make me cum! You make me cum, you whore, and I’ll make you cum! OOOOOH!”
Amy let out a loud, earth-shattering scream as her pussy literally exploded over top of Lindsay’s hot, probing tongue. Now massaging her own breasts, Amy went through a thunderous orgasm as she continued to moan and groan out her approval. Soon, she clutched Lindsay’s hair with both hands and held on tight, grinding her soaked slit upon the teen-ager’s face. Lindsay was becoming an expert at licking a woman’s pussy...
Once the feelings within her had crested and then faded away, Amy smiled contently before she laid down next to Lindsay upon the bed. The pair of lovers first exchanged smiles, then their lips and tongues through a languid kiss.
Meanwhile, noises were coming from deep inside Devon’s throat as she continually bobbed her head back-and-forth upon my hard, throbbing erection. I held onto her head with my right hand, running her silky-smooth blonde hair between my fingertips. Devon touched that hand with one of her own, telling me that she liked me playing with her hair.
With the voluptuous vixen on her hands and knees in front of me, I suddenly got the idea that I wanted to hammer her mouth, too - just as I had earlier done to Lindsay. Before I could follow through on my second thrust, however, Devon withdrew my cock from her mouth and quickly leaped off the bed. Apparently, she had a different idea.
Devon motioned for me to come closer to her. For a brief moment I hesitated, but then slid forward upon the bed and stopped at its edge. Now seated there, Devon spread my legs and dropped to her knees between them. She offered me a playful smile, then giggled and grasped the outer sides of her breasts and moved her body in toward mine.
“I know what you want,” she said in a squealy voice, still palming her breasts. “I’m gonna give it to you!”
“Yeah!” I moaned, finally realizing what was on her mind.
Devon giggled once more as she positioned my aching shaft between her big, luscious breasts. Grasping their outer halves, she then squished her breasts together - trapping my cock between them. A mere instant later, the enchantress began to bounce her body up-and-down, my cock sliding about accordingly between her massive, heaving breasts.
Talk about divine torture! I immediately began to moan out in response as the friction from Devon’s breasts sent pulsating shocks from my erection to all parts of my body. Devon really got into it as well; she was laughing up a storm because of my heated, animated reaction.
“OHHHHH GOD!” I growled, rolling my head about wildly as the stacked blonde continued bouncing about, my cock thumping away in her lush, deepened cleavage. I reached out and grasped her face with both hands, cradling it, letting her know (without speaking) how much I enjoyed this.
“Are you gonna cum, Jeremy?” she asked with a friendly squeal. “Oh yeah, I want you to cum! Devon wants you to cum!” She offered me her sweetest smile and pleaded, “Come on, Jeremy... cum for me. Shoot it all over my breasts!”
Devon’s naughty language, not to mention her fabulous breasts, finally pushed me over the proverbial edge. I growled in a mixture of pain and pleasure as my whole body tensed up; my cock trapped between Devon’s breasts and gushing sperm from its tip. A heavy glob landed directly upon her chin and then dangled downward in a very obscene manner. Yet, it still looked wonderful on Devon. Several smaller spurts landed upon other areas of her stacked chest. What a highly erotic, incredible feeling!
In the aftermath, I was breathing in ragged gasps, and my body was trembling with erotic sensations. Devon wiped the excess sperm from inbetween her cleavage and licked her fingers dry. I pointed at her chin and she quickly gathered the big glob up with her hand, and licked it dry as well.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, you whore!”
My eyes were wide and looming as I glanced over at Amy after she said those words. The beautiful red-head was on her knees between Lindsay’s widespread thighs, with a huge strap-on dildo attached to her pelvis. Obviously, the 28-year-old had plans of hammering sweet, little Lindsay.
“Do it!” the blonde demanded. “Fuck me! FUCK ME NOW!”
“Yes!” Amy screamed, as she forcefully mounted Lindsay in
the missionary position. An instant later, she plunged the 12-inch monster far and deep into the confines of Lindsay’s eager, burning pussy. Then, Amy hooked Lindsay’s legs over her shoulders and started violently thrusting away at her.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Lindsay growled, reaching up and holding onto Amy’s arms as the ex-pornstar pounded her pussy with the gigantic dong. “Oh yes! Fuck yes! Fuck me harder, Amy! Oh God yes, fuck me harder! HARDER!”
“You little slut,” Amy hissed, shaking her head. “You can’t get enough... you can’t be satisfied!” Amy grunted and leaned forward, then really started to pummel away at the little blonde and her over-anxious pussy. Suddenly, Amy’s luscious body was humping about so fast that it was literally a blur as I watched it violate Lindsay before me.
“Fuck, Amy! Fuck!” she screamed in response, her face rocking from side-to-side in a continual motion. “OOOOOH YEAH, THAT FEELS GOOD! OH YEAH! YEAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”
Smiling, Devon grasped my hand with hers and planted a kiss upon my cheek as she joined me in watching Amy lower the boom upon Lindsay. Devon also wrapped an arm around my lower back and squeezed tightly.
The sounds being created each time the bodies of Lindsay and Amy crashed and collided together was quite intense, and even violent. Amy was grunting like an animal and she had a deranged look in her eyes, seemingly trying to blast Lindsay into erotic oblivion with each and every powerful thrust.
“Fuck, Amy!” Lindsay screamed out. “OH FUCK! FUUUUUCK!
OH GOD, I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! OHHHHH MY GODDDDD!”
Devon giggled in delight, kissing my cheek once again, as Lindsay grasped Amy with both arms and held on tightly. The 19-year-old arched her neck, then screamed out at the very top of her lungs as her body experienced what was obviously a mind-blowing, gut-wrenching orgasm. Lindsay’s whole body shook and vibrated in the process, her blue eyes focused as she literally stared a hole straight through Amy. For a moment, it seemed her body would go off like an atomic bomb. The action between them had been that intense, and heated.
But once Lindsay settled down from the height of orgasm, Amy withdrew the massive strap-on dildo from within her pussy and then leaned forward, tenderly kissing her on the lips. Lindsay smiled and giggled in return, linking her arms around Amy’s neck and shoulders, and squeezing tightly.
“You always know how to make me feel better!” the blonde squealed, planting a kiss upon Amy’s forehead. “God Amy, I love you! I love you! You’ve been making me feel this way for over a year now!”
Amy smiled in response to those words and kissed Lindsay on the lips. “I love you too, sweetheart. And I treat you rough because you like it. That’s the only reason. I... I have always wanted to do nothing but make you happy.”
“You and Amy bring out the best in each other when it comes to sex,” Devon offered, touching Lindsay’s shoulder.
“We do,” Lindsay breathed, looking at Amy. “You’re just so rugged, and nasty! Very nasty!”
Amy kissed her again and said, “I’m only that way, honey, because I know you want me to be. You want me to be nasty.”
“Yes!” Lindsay exclaimed. “Yes, I do!”
Amy pulled back and offered her young lover another smile,
then turned her attention toward Devon. She eyed the stacked blonde from head to toe, then licked her lips and motioned for Devon to lay down next to Lindsay upon the bed. Devon did just that, and Amy promptly spread her thighs with both hands and licked her lips in anticipation.
Next, the 25-year-old was moaning out in sheer arousal as Amy began to feast upon her pussy with both her lips and tongue. She used a pair of fingers as well, already thrusting them hard and deep into Devon’s glistening folds as her tongue flicked itself over and across her pussy.
Wanting to join the fun, Lindsay rolled over and attached her mouth to one of Devon’s breasts. She sucked and slurped away at its lush nipple, adding to Devon’s excitement level as Amy continued to lap away at her pussy. Devon writhed and squirmed about in response to the efforts of both women, running her fingers throughout Lindsay’s hair in the process.
“Oh... you like my breasts,” Devon cooed, now kissing the crown of Lindsay’s head. “Oh yeah, baby. Lick them. Kiss them. Oooooh yeah, bite them! You naughty little whore!”
Lindsay giggled at those words as she was now focused upon a single nipple. She had it drawn into her mouth - sucking on it fiercely. I could tell that the teen-ager was really enjoying herself, too. Her head was twirling about in circles as she hungrily feasted upon that luscious nipple.
Meanwhile, Amy was making her own sounds of extreme hunger as she used her tongue to swipe and lick away upon Devon’s wondrous pussy. At the same time, she still used a pair of fingers to throttle it; thrusting them in-and-out at a fierce, rapid pace. Devon’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, a smile upon her beautiful face, as she arched her neck in response. She was experiencing a slice of Heaven...
Suddenly, Lindsay sat up and turned her attention toward me. Smiling, she extended her arms and then slithered over to me upon her knees. Lindsay threw her arms around my shoulders and hugged me tightly, planting a kiss upon the side of my face in the process.
“I love you, Jeremy!” she exclaimed.
Our embrace over, I gently pushed Lindsay away from me
and grinned at her broadly. “I love you too, sweetheart... wifey. Have you enjoyed married life so far?”
Lindsay giggled and turned her head long enough to look at Devon, who was now moaning and squealing wildly in response to Amy’s skillful oral work upon her pussy. Then, she turned back toward me and replied, “I love it! I wish every night of our lives could be like this forever!”
“Forever a four-some?” I asked, grinning. “Me, you, Amy and Devon? All of us together... forever?”
“Oh yes,” she replied. “I’d love that so much.”
I smiled at her. “Dreams do come true, sweetheart.”
I moaned while wrapping my arms around Lindsay’s slender
body and bringing her against me. My hands gripping her lush, tight ass, I smashed my lips upon Lindsay’s mouth and kissed her with great emotion and intensity. I kissed her harder than I ever had before. This was our wedding night!
Breathing heavily, the blonde’s body momentarily sagged against mine. I was kissing her so fiercely, it seemed, that I may have been literally drawing the life from her. Not to take any chances, I broke our mutual kiss but then attached my lips to her neck. I sucked on the tender skin, causing Lindsay to yelp out and grab my head in response.
“Oh God, Jeremy!” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me so bad!” She squealed and paused, then added, “But I want you to fuck Amy even more!”
“Amy?” I said, suddenly pulling back and looking into Lindsay’s eyes. She caught me off-guard with those words.
“You haven’t done anything to her yet,” my wife told me. “I want you to fuck her, Jeremy. Fuck her real good! Fuck her as hard as she fucked me with that big strap-on!”
Smiling, I kissed the very tip of Lindsay’s nose and then turned my attention toward the insatiable red-head.
Amy was on her elbows and knees, her charming face still perched between Devon’s widespread, quivering thighs. Now, she was simply using her tongue to work Devon into an absolute, all-out frenzy. It was swirling like crazy upon the blonde’s clitoris, causing her to both squeal and moan out in a series of erotic, lusty sounds.
“Fuck her, Jeremy,” Lindsay said, pointing toward Amy’s upturned ass as it stared me directly in the face. “Fuck her while she makes Devon cum with her tongue!”
Needing no further encouragement, I quickly rose up to my knees and positioned myself directly behind Amy. I undid the harness of the strap-on dildo which was still around her waist, and tossed it elsewhere.
Realizing what I was about to do to her, Amy twitched her incredible ass for me in a wanton motion as I grasped my cock and prepared it for entrance.
Amy moaned and grunted with arousal as I inserted my cock into her heavenly pussy, but still continued forth with her oral work upon Devon. As I then started to gently move my way in-and-out of her, Amy’s actions upon Devon only seemed to intensify. Soon, Devon had reached the boiling point as she thrashed about wildly upon the bed, her face rocking from side-to-side like never before.
“OOOOOH YEAH! OOOOOH YEAH! OH, I’M GONNA CUM! OH MY
GOD, MY PUSSY! IT’S... IT’S GONNA EXPLODE! CUMMING!”
As Devon roared out in explicit orgasm, Amy extended two fingers and jammed them into the seductress once more. She forcefully pounded them into her swollen slit, her tongue a blur as it busily lapped up the gooey fruits of her labor.
Once Devon’s orgasm first crested and then settled down, Amy withdrew her face from between the 25-year-old’s thighs and turned her face to look back at me. Grunting, Amy hissed and demanded, “Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me harder!”
Now grasping her hips with both hands, I began to thrust my cock in-and-out of Amy’s pussy at a blazing rate of speed. Moaning, I breathed deeply and tilted my head back, clutching her rounded ass and holding on for dear life.
“Oh, come on, Jeremy!” Amy growled, her face still turned toward me as I blasted her in the doggie-style position. “Come on, Jeremy! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Fuck me!”
Amy’s nasty and provocative words had already caused me to thrust away at her beautiful body with all the strength I could possibly muster within myself. However, it was still not enough for her. I’m not sure anything could be.
“Harder, Jeremy!” Amy demanded. “Fuck me HARDER!”
Grunting, I shook my head and then started to spank Amy’s
ass with both of my hands.
“YES!” she suddenly screamed. “YES! SPANK ME! FUCK ME!
SPANK AND FUCK ME!”
Now that I had struck a definite nerve within Amy, I repeatedly slapped her upturned ass with both hands while thrusting my cock in-and-out of her pussy at warp-speed. The skin upon her ass was quickly turning a bright shade of red as I continued to pepper it with blow after swift blow.
“YES! FUCK YES! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! OOOOOH
JEREMY, DON’T STOP! DON’T STOP! SPANK ME! FUCK ME!”
My body felt like a machine as it pistoned away at Amy at a powerful, unrelenting pace. At the same time, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Lindsay was now hunched over top of Devon - kissing her on the lips. I grinned at the realization as the intense action between Amy and yours truly quickly hit a fever pitch.
“YES!” the red-head growled, setting the side of her face upon the bed as I plowed my way into her. “YES! FUCK YES!
YES, JEREMY! YES! OH FUCK... I’M CUMMING!”
That was it for me.
Listening to Amy’s verbal barrage, not to mention the wondrous sensations of penetrating her, finally pushed me over the edge. My mind lurched into a crazed daze as both eyes rolled into the back of my head. I offered one final thrust into Amy’s pussy, then the flood gates opened.
She and I screamed out in mutual lust as we experienced simultaneous orgasms. We rocked together on the very brink of madness, our bodies twitching and vibrating in unison. I gave her ass a stinging slap with my hand, then leaned forward and breathed in thick, heavy gasps as the sperm jettisoned outward from my cock, filling her womb. The sensations between us were so very powerful and erotic...
When it was over, I felt almost all of the energy within my body suddenly vanish. As a result, I withdrew my wilted shaft from Amy’s pussy and fell down upon my side, then rolled over onto my back. Satisfied (to say the least), I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed contently.

* * *

“That was wonderful!” Amy breathed, now hovering over my deflated cock. She took it into her hand and began stroking away, but there was little (if any) response. After what these three women had put me through, I was exhausted.
“Let’s get him hard again,” Devon mused, hunched upon her knees on the opposite side from Amy. She reached down and cupped my hairy testicles with her right hand, trapping the delicate flesh between her fingers and kneading away.
“I love you so much, Devon!” Lindsay squealed upon her knees, hugging the stacked blonde from behind and kissing her neck. Lindsay also closed her hands over Devon’s full breasts, cupping and squeezing them thoroughly.
“I love you too, baby,” Devon reciprocated, turning her head to look at Lindsay. “Do you know why Amy and I want Jeremy to get hard again?”
“Why?”
“So we can play stuff the bride!” Amy replied, a wicked
gleam in her eyes. “Triple penetration style!”
A smile came to Lindsay’s face as she said, “You two do me with strap-ons while Jeremy fucks me at the same time?”
“Stuff the bride,” Devon grinned. “It’s a fun game. It is the same as stuff the slut - what you’re used to.”
“I like being called a bride better,” Lindsay giggled, her fingers now pinching and tweaking Devon’s lush nipples.
“You’re so lucky, Lindsay,” Amy commented, still stroking my cock. “It would be wonderful to be married - to be so much in love. I’ve searched for that my entire life.”
Devon offered an insightful grin at those words as she said, “Come on, Amy. Let’s get Jeremy hard. I think it would be best if he is the one who fucks Lindsay’s ass.”
Not only did my eyes widen at those words, but newfound life suddenly began to stir within my shaft.
I growled in lust as Amy took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it eagerly. At the same time, Devon now used her hand to frig and stroke its base. Lindsay, meanwhile, continued to embrace Devon from behind and grope her full breasts with both hands.
“He’s getting there,” Amy grinned, referring to my cock, as she slurped away upon it. “Oh yeah... Jeremy thinking about fucking his sweet, little Lindsay in her ass never fails to get him hard - NO MATTER how tired he is!”
“It never fails to get Lindsay excited, either,” Devon smiled. “Anal sex really gets her going.”
“That’s because Lindsay is a butt-slut,” Amy told her.
Now with my cock standing upright and fully erect, Amy grinned knowingly and withdrew it from her mouth. Then, she retrieved that same strap-on dildo from earlier and secured it around her waist. Meanwhile, Devon jumped off the bed and grabbed another strap-on dildo from the nearby suitcase. She quickly stepped into it, and fastened its leather harness around her frail waist and into place.
“I want to fuck her pussy,” Devon announced.
Amy nodded her head and returned, “Sounds fair. I did
her pussy earlier.” She grasped the massive dong which protruded from her pelvis and said, “I’ll fuck her mouth.”
Lindsay squealed at those words as Devon climbed onto the bed and then rolled over onto her back. Her own strap-on dildo - which was at least 12 inches in length - protruded upward from the base of her abdomen like a flagpole.
Amy grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and maneuvered her so she was straddling Devon’s thighs. An instant later, the precocious 19-year-old lowered herself upon that huge dildo, growling out like a wild animal as it filled her pussy.
Amy then forced Lindsay to lean over - so her breasts were squished upon Devon’s, their faces mere inches from each other with the dildo still shoved clear up her pussy. As Amy rose up to her knees in front of Lindsay’s face, the young blonde traded a series of sloppy kisses with Devon.
“It’s your turn, Jeremy,” Amy grinned.
I was still fairly exhausted, but had found enough energy in the last minute or two to drill my new bride in her ass.
Sighing, I too, rose up to my knees, but directly behind Lindsay. I glanced downward and noticed the humungous dong as it stretched the tender folds of Lindsay’s pussy. Just above it, her little rosebud of an anus looked most inviting.
“Do it!” Amy demanded. “Put your cock in her ass!”
Looking back at me now, Lindsay squealed one more time as
I then inserted my shaft into her rectum. “Oh God, Jeremy!” she moaned, her eyes wide, as I slowly sank my entire length into her anus. At the same time, of course, her pussy was stuffed to the absolute hilt with Devon’s massive dildo. “Oh God... that feels so good!”
With one, single move, Amy lunged forward and jammed her own dildo right into Lindsay’s mouth - effectively shutting her up. I took a deep breath and sighed, then moaned as I pulled back slightly and immediately pushed my cock back into her ass. Thus, the riot started.
Lindsay’s screams were loud, but garbled, as Amy quickly thrusted the dildo in-and-out of her mouth at a blistering rate of speed. At the same time, Devon pumped her hips upward repeatedly, causing her dildo to pound and thump itself in-and-out of Lindsay’s wondrous pussy.
Meanwhile, my mind was in a different universe as I did my own pumping; Lindsay’s ass felt incredible as it gripped and clutched my cock like a powerful, unforgiving vice. Listening to her muffled screams as the three of us pounded her respective orifices with unrelenting force was enough to drive a normal man like me insane.
I was getting close to the edge of release once more as I glanced downward at Lindsay’s bare back. It bounced and rocked about in unison as Devon, Amy and yours truly blasted our way into her. We were absolutely throttling Lindsay! I often thought of her body as a wishbone; and I was fearful we may snap her in two if this torrid pace continued. Yet, I had the primal urge to blast her even harder!
“Oh yeah, you slut!” Amy growled at Lindsay. “You love this! You LOVE this! You love us triple-fucking you! OH YES! SLUT! SLUT! SLUUUUT!”
Once Lindsay’s body went rigid, so did mine.
My cock erupted within her rectum like a volcano, spewing its load and flooding her bowels. At the same time, the little minx went through a cataclysmic orgasm of her own. Amy and Devon continued to pound their way into her mouth and pussy, respectively, as my orgasm hit its apex, the sensations within my body exploding in a sea of passion. The feelings created as a result seemed as if a massive earthquake had struck the entire area. It was that intense.

* * *

The next thing I remember was that I was resting upon my back, my body completely sapped of its energy. Lindsay was still nestled atop Devon, who was embracing her tightly and offering her lips a series of gentle, loving kisses. Amy, meanwhile, stood on her knees a few feet away, unbuckling the strap-on dildo’s harness and tossing it elsewhere. Apparently, I had passed out for a couple of seconds...
“Did you like that?” Devon asked, still peppering the blonde’s mouth with kisses.
“Oh yes,” Lindsay replied, breathless. She looked up at Amy, who smiled in return at her. “I... I loved it.”
“I knew you would,” the 28-year-old commented, grabbing Lindsay by the shoulders and then rolling her over on top of me. My wife pressed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply.
“We’re gonna be so happy together, Jeremy!” Lindsay sighed. “We’re gonna have a wonderful marriage! Oh God... if only every night could be half as good as this one has!” Lindsay kissed me once again, then looked over at Devon and said, “I can’t wait until we marry YOU too, baby.”
Devon smiled at Lindsay’s words and mused, “I can’t wait either, sweet thing. But instead of a three-way marriage...” Devon paused, then turned her attention toward Amy and said with a smile, “I think we should have a four-way marriage.”
As Amy blushed, Lindsay nodded and exclaimed, “I AGREE!”

<<<- THE END, of Island Paradise: The Legacy ->>>


AUTHOR’S NOTE: Well, I can’t believe I’ve made it through 75 (very long) chapters of the same story/series. I’m even more surprised that so many people still enjoy reading it.
Will Lindsay and Jeremy live happily ever after? How will their four-way marriage with Devon and Amy work out? Will Pamela and/or Trish ever come back to the island? Or will there be a new collection of ladies on the island to go along with Jeremy and his three wives?
If you are curious as to the answers of these questions, then you’d like another story in the series! If so, drop me a message saying so at HighlanderJM@hotmail.com. If enough people respond, I will write “Island Paradise: Forever”.
I look forward to hearing from you.
- HighlanderJM@hotmail.com