Island Paradise Revisited 1

M/F, F/F & just about everything else

Seated at the computer terminal inside my personal suite, I smiled to myself once Windows ME loaded. The wallpaper for my start-up page was a picture of yours truly with all seven of the beautiful young ladies who had spent the summer here on the island with me. That group, of course, included Amy, Lindsay, Trish, Christina, Lisa, Pamela and Torrie.

If I were to wait two minutes and let my computer idle by, individual pictures of each of the girls along with me would begin to pop up. That was my personal screen saver.

With the images of happy faces and charming smiles, these photographs reminded me of a memorable ten week period in my life. That time was spent with some very special people.

One way or another, I had kept in either moderate to extremely close contact with all seven of the ladies.

When the group first arrived on the island, it was readily apparent to everyone that Trish and Lindsay were absolutely in love with each other. I watched their relationship take off and flourish all summer long. It seemed as if, at one point, nothing could pull them apart.

The pair of ladies had plans to begin a life together in Trish's hometown of Toronto after the summer ended. All was going well between them until Lindsay decided that she did not want to go to Canada. She wanted to stay on the island.

After a brief decision to stay here as well - solely so she could be with Lindsay - Trish changed her mind. Her friends and family in Canada were much too important to her. Trish wanted to go back home. She did not want to commit to spending the rest of her life here on the island.

Both Lindsay and Trish tried to sway each other to their side, but despite their love, neither would budge.

Things between them came to a shocking end when one day, Trish informed me that she could not stay on the island any longer. Trish claimed that continuing to see Lindsay, knowing they would soon one day split apart for good, would simply hurt her too much. Per her request, I sent her home.

Today, however, I can proudly report that Trish has moved on in life, and is quite happy.

Trish used the $1.5 million check she received for being here during the summer toward opening her very own business, a fitness center located about 80 miles from Toronto. All indications confirm that, even after just two months of it being open, Trish is already turning a nice profit.

Best of all, Trish has found someone special to share her life with - a woman by the name of Stacy. A picture she sent me of them together reveals that Stacy is just as beautiful and as stunning as she is. It is good that Trish has successfully got over her teary break-up with Lindsay.

It has been a mere three months since the summer ended, but Amy already ranks as an up-and-coming star in the world of adult films. Using the stage name of "Aimee Embers", Amy has finally found the job in life which suits her perfectly. Not only does she have sex, but she gets paid for it, too.

Joining her on the blue movie screen was Torrie, another island alum. The pair of ladies had co-starred in a handful of movies together, but Amy was considered the bigger and more viable star of the two. Amy had also parlayed her early success into a new website, and was already a featured tour dancer at strip clubs throughout the United States.

Torrie, on the other hand, was having second thoughts about her decision to get into porn. She simply did not love the industry and what it had to offer her, like Amy did. Despite that, though, Amy and Torrie were a real-life couple who shared a Bel Air apartment together.

More information on Torrie and Amy later...

Lisa and Christina, using their combined "island income" of $3 million, had bought a home together in Illinois, and kept themselves busy with college and an active social life. It warmed my heart to know that both of them were in love with each other - and my island was what made it possible in the first place. I hoped that one day, I could visit the happy couple and see first-hand what they were up to.

I would be remiss if I did not mention Gianna, though I did not consider her as one of my "island girls". Gianna, of course, left the island only after a few days of being here because she missed her family too much. She was the only woman from the whole summer I had not kept a tab on.

* * *

The luscious duo of Pamela and Lindsay had chosen to devote their lives to not only me, but each other as well. Both ladies, of course, had opted to stay with me here on the island after everyone else returned to normal society.

It wasn't but a month later that Pamela and I were married in a lavish, beautiful ceremony held just outside of Baltimore - Pamela's birthplace and former hometown.

Having exotic tastes, my initial vote was for the wedding to commence in a place such as Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas, or the Bahamas. However, Pamela wanted her family and friends to be present. So, we mutually agreed on Baltimore.

Our extended honeymoon, however, took place in Hawaii, Cabo San Lucas and the Bahamas. (!) Pamela and I, along with Lindsay, spent ten days apiece at each vacation spot.

Once the honeymoon was over, the three of us returned to our own little corner of paradise - the island.

Located just an hour or so, via boat, off the coast of South America, the island was purchased by me approximately five years ago from a private developer. I had since turned it into my own personal paradise - with a huge, sprawling mansion, sparkling pools and athletic areas which were second to none. There was a full-service dock for boating and fishing, and a landing pad for helicopter access.

Recent improvements were added too - a long and diverse bicycle path, a horse stable, and other things as well.

But at the same time, I paid special attention during these man-made constructions to minimize the damage to the natural beauty of the island. I had been successful in doing so, as the great majority of the island's land and resources - aside from periodic grooming - was untouched.

Huge waterfalls, beautiful lagoons, sprawling beaches, pre-historic caves... majestic trees, wondrous scenery and exotic birds and animals - all of it could be found here. This was, indeed, an island paradise. I would venture and travel on occasion, but this island would be my true home.

Fortunately, Pamela and Lindsay had made that same choice with their lives. Pamela and I were husband-and-wife, but we liked to affectionately think of Lindsay as our little "co-hort", so to speak. A deeper look, however, showed that Pamela and I preferred to view Lindsay as our shared wife. Both of us felt that way about her. We loved her very much.

The pair of ladies were a contrast in styles, yet also very similar at the same time. Lindsay was an 18-year-old bundle of energy, whose young, girlish-like appearance hid the fact that she was an expert at oral sex, and an anal fanatic. Pamela, at age 25, was a more cerebral type whose hot, voluptuous body had once been honed for a career as an exotic dancer. Of course, she did not need to work anymore. Lindsay, with her smallish frame and figure, looked more like a high school cheerleader than a skilled sex machine.

Despite their differences, I considered both ladies to be the two most beautiful women I had ever laid my eyes upon. Each of them were very unique in the way they looked, but everything about them was absolutely perfect. There was nothing about Pamela or Lindsay that I wanted to change.

* * *

During our three-way honeymoon, it was Lindsay who came up with the idea of bringing a new collection of women to the island for another ten weeks. We had so much fun with Trish, Lisa, Torrie, Amy and Christina, Lindsay said, that the three of us should look into attempting to re-create it.

Instead of new women, Pamela suggested that we try and corral the original group for another ten week run. Lindsay had no problems with that idea - she simply wanted to have sex. At the same time, however, Lindsay thought none of the original ladies would be interested in coming back.

Her words proved to be only somehwhat prophetic. Despite my offer of $3 million apiece, the trio of Trish, Christina and Lisa turned the opportunity to do it all over again down.

Trish was not even interested in hearing my idea, as if she were to return here, her and Lindsay would be re-united. Trish did not know if she could handle that. Besides, she had devoted her life to Stacy - her new lover.

Christina and Lisa, on the other hand, were too happy and settled in Illinois to seriously consider coming back here. The lure of $6 million between them was somewhat tempting, but neither showed much interest. Both of them, at ages 21 now, were enjoying campus life - and guys - too much.

Torrie and Amy had accepted my offer, though.

Although both women were porn stars and real-life lovers, each of them had chosen to return to the island for fairly different reasons. For Torrie, the island would give her some time to reflect on her new career. Was porn the right choice for her? She obviously had some doubts about it.

Amy, on the other hand, mostly wanted to come back so she could re-unite with both Lindsay and Pamela. Amy and Pamela, of course, had been room-mates during the summer and became quite close and involved with one another during that time.

It also made me feel good that another reason why the insatiable, red-headed slut decided to return was simply because of me. She missed me, too.

Of course, Torrie was looking forward to hooking up with not only yours truly again, but Lindsay and Pamela as well.

The summer had been very interesting. It seemed as if the upcoming winter may turn out to be even better.

* * *

Lindsay, Pamela and myself mutually decided that with Torrie and Amy coming back into the mix for another ten week excursion, three more women were needed. It would make for a total of seven ladies - same as the summer - along with myself, on the island.

Our search went no further than the main computer system in my personal suite. I had 10,000 applications still on file from the original "island casting call".

Last year, I posted fliers and information booklets all over Canada and the United States, looking for bi-sexual women who would be interested in spending ten weeks on an island paradise where both sex and sun were paramount.

From those 10,000 women who replied, I narrowed the list down to 20 - and then the final number, six.

After Gianna left us, Lisa - who ranked seventh on my list, was brought to the island as her replacement. Christina, of course, did not come from this group. She and I had met each other a couple of years ago.

Of the original 20 I debated over so heavily in my mind, there were now 13 to choose from. Pamela and Lindsay said that with three of us currently here - myself included - each of us should get to select one of those 13.

Then, we would get into contact with each lady and ask them about not only their interest in coming to the island after all, but also a guarantee of $3 million in earnings.

Needless to say, all three ladies jumped at the chance.

Pamela's immediate choice was a 25-year-old by the name of Stephanie, who hailed from Connecticut. Pamela claimed that just one look at Stephanie's collection of photographs on my computer was all it took for her to make a decision.

At 5-foot-7 and 110 pounds, Stephanie had long-flowing brown hair and a voluptuous, well-honed body. A lovely face and charming smile only added to her overall appeal.

Not only was Stephanie an intensely beautiful woman, but she was also a very smart one as well. She was employed as a registered nurse and had a degree in micro-biology.

After browsing through the selection of ladies, most particularly their photographs and personality profiles, Lindsay finally made her decision. A 23-year-old college senior, Cassidy was a tall, willowy vixen who hailed from San Francisco. She still lived at home with her family, and looked at the island as a chance to branch out in life.

The raven-haired goddess had aspirations of one day becoming a kindergarten school-teacher. Cassidy claimed that she wanted to make a difference in the lives of children. Anyone who had that type of affection for our younger generation was certainly a good person in my book.

Taken most by her beautiful face and overall charm, Lindsay exaggerated somewhat by claiming that she was already in love with Cassidy. Of course, quirky comments such as that was what made Lindsay so unique and colorful.

Having always been very partial to blondes, my personal choice for the upcoming ten weeks was an absolute stunner from Pennsylvania named Devon. A 24-year-old with the face of a Barbie doll and the enticing curves of a centerfold, everything about Devon's photographs and personality profile seemed to ooze nothing but raw sex.

In fact, I had a very hard time several months ago over who to choose as Gianna's replacement - Lisa, or Devon. I ultimately chose Lisa, but now was extremely happy that I finally would get the chance to meet Devon too. She, much like Stephanie had been for Pamela, was my immediate pick.

Devon was employed as a dental assistant in her rural Pennsylvania hometown. Among her interests were mountain biking and skiing, as well as cooking and playing the piano. Most of all, however, she enjoyed having sex.

Of course, the three newcomers would be joined as guests on the island by none other than the incomparable duo of Torrie and Amy. Those two would make things interesting.

A gorgeous blonde with an incredible, eye-popping figure, Torrie would still stand out among of sea of luscious women. That had been the case for several years as prior to her foray into porn, Torrie had been a California lifeguard.

Seeming a little bit ditzy and always unsure about what to do with her life, I'll nonetheless remember Torrie as the "dildo-wielding slut". Of course, with her wide and endless collection of sex toys, Torrie's favorites were her strap-on dildos. She both violated and humped every single woman on the island this past summer - several times over, in fact.

The 26-year-old's brand of "strap-on love" had carried over to her new career as well. In three of the four movies she had appeared in thus far, Torrie could be seen laying the lumber - or perhaps that should be RUBBER - to a fellow female co-star. Torrie LOVED using her strap-on dildos.

Amy, of course, was an absolute demon when it came to sex. She was a raging nymphomaniac who literally knew no boundaries when pleasures of the flesh were involved. Thus, it was only fitting that Amy had found a definite home for herself in the world of porn. She was born to be a slut.

A very curvaceous red-head, Amy had that slopey-eyed, been-there-done-that look which I found so very appealing in a woman. Others must have felt the same way, because she had a very quick rise to stardom in the adult film industry.

Amy had already appeared in a total of 12 movies, while being the lead star in four of them. Perhaps her most notable performance on the screen thus far was when she found herself in a dank, dimly-lit bar at night - with a whole group of black men all around her. Amy's car had broken down, and she needed to make a telephone call.

Since this was a porn movie, one thing led to another and eventually, Amy was getting gang-banged by a group of eight black men atop a pool table. The action was hot, and fast.

Of course, I have this movie on DVD, and have watched it a countless number of times. Knowing from the summer just how much Amy is attracted to black men, I could easily tell by watching the movie that she was truly enjoying herself. Amy absolutely loved being bounced back-and-forth like a pinball between all those big, rock-hard (black) studs.

Beneath the surface, however, I had always thought of the 27-year-old as a good person. I can see how others would misinterpret Amy, but I was able to look past her lewd, wild behavior. I can honestly say that she was a good person.

Amy was still a nasty, insatiable slut, though...

* * *

Although the new trio of Stephanie, Cassidy and Devon would join Torrie and Amy for a ten week stay with Pamela, Lindsay and myself on the island, it would actually take place over an eleven week period.

Accommodations had already been made for the five ladies to return home during the week of Christmas, so they could spend the holiday with friends and family alike. My inner circle with Pamela and Lindsay had some special Christmas plans of our own, too.

* * *

Seated at the computer in my personal suite, I turned the system off and got out of my chair. Today was the day the three of us - Pamela, Lindsay and myself - had been waiting nearly two months and many restless nights for.

Today, our five guests would arrive.

Having spent the great majority of these past six months seeing both Pamela and Lindsay in beach wear, light attire or simply nothing at all, I was reminded how beautiful and stunning each of them look in normal, everyday clothing.

For our boat-ride to the mainland, where we would meet and greet the girls at the airport, Lindsay would wear a pair of hip-hugging denim jeans and a light sweater. Pamela went for the more formal approach - an aqua-colored business style outfit, complete with a fancy skirt and jacket.

It was a far cry from the bikinis, shorts and tank-tops that I usually saw both ladies in. I enjoyed it, too. The reason each of them chose to dress this way was because they wanted to provide a good first impression for the newcomers.

Or, as Lindsay preferred calling them - the "newcumers".

After docking the big boat at the harbor, all three of us boarded a private bus and went to the airport. An hour or so later, the flight from Los Angeles approached and touched down on the runway. Although I figured there would be about 150 to 200 people aboard, finding our five guests amongst the throng of nameless travelers would be a simple task.

Just look for the most beautiful women.

As the passengers began filing out, a smile soon came to

my face. At the same time, Lindsay and Pamela let out quiet squeals of delight. The three of us had spotted both Torrie and Amy among the first wave out of the gate, with Cassidy, Devon and Stephanie in close tow behind them.

A split-second later, Torrie let out an excited squeal as she pointed our way. This caused all of them to look toward us, which resulted in me locking eyes with the wonderful and naughty Amy. Both of us exchanged lustful grins as Lindsay and Pamela quickly scampered off toward the group.

Lindsay immediately went for Amy, and offered her a long and heartwarming hug. Pamela did the same for Torrie, then traded off with Lindsay. The second pair of embraces were longer than the first, and were still not over by the time I made my own way over to the group.

Torrie and Amy looked absolutely fabulous - even better than the way I had remembered them. However, I took this one moment in time as an opportunity to survey the trio of new ladies - Cassidy, Devon and Stephanie.

All were beautiful, but the one who immediately caught my attention was Devon - and for good reason. She had made eye contact with me, and offered a beguiling, flirtatious smile. She would look fabulous without that little mini-dress on...

"Oh Jeremy," I heard a voice, before Amy suddenly threw her arms around me for a very tight embrace. I returned it with equal force and fervor, while exchanging a friendly smile with the blonde and busty Torrie.

"I feel like fucking you right here, and right now," Amy said in my ear, which caused my eyebrows to skyrocket. She wanted to have sex with me here... IN THE AIRPORT?

It definitely was a tempting thought, indeed... but I knew that Amy was not quite that crazy or lust-ridden.

I cleared my throat and decided to focus on not only Amy, but Torrie, Stephanie, Devon and Cassidy as well. I took a few steps back and proclaimed, "Welcome ladies. I see, since you've all walked out together, that each of you have already met and know about each other."

"You had us all sit together on the flight from L.A.," Torrie commented. "I bet that was your idea, right?"

"Of course it was, dear," I replied, smiling for extra emphasis. "Why else would you all sit together?"

"Torrie and Amy have told us a whole lot of stories about this island of yours," Cassidy said, looking squarely at me. "I can't wait to get there, and see it for myself."

"We want to make some stories of our own," Devon remarked.

I smiled at those foreshadowing words while saying, "My

name is Jeremy and we'll all spend ten of the next eleven weeks together. Over here is my wife, Pamela. She is the big, busty one. Next to her is Lindsay, our little co-hort. You'll all get to know each other very well." Pamela and Lindsay exchanged greetings and smiles with the newcomers.

"I've already made arrangements to have your luggage taken to the bus, ladies," I told them. "While that is being done, would anyone like to get a snack or drink at one of the concession stands? It will be about 10 to 15 minutes before the bus is ready."

"Where is the bus taking us?" Stephanie asked, curious.

"To the harbor," was my reply. "From there, we'll board

a boat which will whisk us away, to our island paradise."

"I'd love to get something to eat first," Torrie said.

"I'm absolutely starved."

All of the ladies except Lindsay and Pamela split up to go to either the pizza or salad concession stands. Those two, of course, had already eaten a hearty meal (along with yours truly) before we left the island some two hours ago.

Wanting to do a little browsing, Lindsay went to the airport gift shoppe. At the same time, Pamela moved to my side and watched (along with me) the duo of Stephanie and Amy as they stood in line together at the pizza stand.

"I think Stephanie likes her," Pamela said, which I did not understand at first. How could Pamela make such a statement? An instant later, however, I watched intently as Stephanie clasped hands together with Amy and smiled at her in a very inviting way.

"Maybe she's a fan of Amy," Pamela openly speculated. "You know... guys aren't the only ones who watch porn. A lot of women like it, too. I had some girlfriends when I lived in Baltimore who absolutely loved watching porn."

"Now that you say that... I seem to remember from her profile on the computer that Stephanie does like watching porn," I told my wife. "Among her hobbies, as I remember, Stephanie lists both watching and collecting porno movies."

"I wonder if she likes Torrie too?" Pamela said, as we turned our attention to the shapely blonde, as she stood in line at the salad stand alongside Cassidy and Devon. "Me personally, I can't see how anyone could not like Torrie."

Out of the corner of my eye, I smiled when I noticed Amy gently run her hand across Stephanie's rounded, taut ass. Hidden by a pair of cut-off denim shorts, Stephanie's lush backside wiggled and twitched at the touch.

"Apparently Amy likes her too," Pamela commented, as both of us now looked squarely at the couple-in-waiting.

"Amy likes everyone," I said.

"I seen you looking at Devon a few moments ago," Pamela

remarked, turning her attention to the other group in line. "She sure is a sweet little thing. Hmmmmm... I could eat that hot pussy of hers until her face caved in."

Again, my eyes grew big at that comment. Pamela had a definite way with words. "I'm sure you'll get your chance to do just that, dear," was my reply for her. "Many times, in fact, over the next several weeks."

"Hopefully sooner, rather than later," Pamela grinned.

After a moment or two, Lindsay emerged from the airport gift shoppe with a big teddy bear curled underneath her left arm. She giggled merrily while approaching us.

"Do you like my new friend?" the 18-year-old asked us.

"He's cute," Pamela grinned, patting the stuffed animal

on its face. "Does he have a name yet?"

"Bumble-puppy," Lindsay replied, which caused my eyes to grow big once more. Bumble-puppy? What was that?

Apparently, Pamela had the same thoughts. She held back a laugh before saying, "What?"

"Bumble-puppy," Lindsay reiterated in a lively tone. "He reminds me of a Corafulagated Bumble-puppy."

"A Cora what?" Pamela said, even more confused.

"OhmiGod!" Lindsay exclaimed, in a huff. "You don't know

what a Corafulagated Bumble-puppy is? I thought everyone did!" She turned to me and said, "Surely... you know."

"Not really," I told her, now completely lost.

"OHMIGOD!" Lindsay returned, clutching and holding the

teddy bear with both arms now. She shot us one more glance before turning and storming away in a rage of fake anger.

"What a quirky girl she is," Pamela commented, turning her attention to me. "Who else would name their teddy bear Bumble-puppy? She's a bit crazy with the things she says."

"That's Lindsay just being Lindsay," I said in response.

"She just wants to make us laugh. She's a comedian."

"I think 'lil Lindsay deserves a spanking," Pamela wryly remarked, which brought a definite smile to my face. "What do you think, Jeremy? I think I should use a whip on her."

"I agree," I returned, nodding my head. "Perhaps tonight after everyone gets settled in... on the island?"

"Or perhaps the moment we step foot on the boat," Pamela grinned, though I knew that she was merely joking. Nothing would happen until we at least returned to the island.

* * *

My good and trusty boat, the 62-foot-long catamaran, was the vessel which eventually took us from the mainland harbor to our island of paradise. Appropriately titled as the "Pussywillow Express", the catamaran was an expensive and luxurious boat which comfortably fit all eight of us inside.

As we approached the island, I noticed that all of the ladies had gathered together on the sundeck. From there, they could get a picturesque view of the island and its vast, natural beauty. Meanwhile, I steered the boat.

Over the heavy, rolling waves, I could barely hear Pamela and Lindsay as they explained a few of the many wonders that the island had to offer. The response to seeing the island among Devon, Stephanie and Cassidy seemed to be that of awe.

Torrie chimed in with some points and ideas of her own, telling the three newcomers that her favorite spot was a secluded waterfall and fresh basin on the north end of the island. Many of them giggled like schoolgirls when Torrie added that it was a prime spot for skinny-dipping.

I had built the island up through messages and telephone conversations so much that the three new ladies had to have enormous expectations of it. Even so, I think they were completely blown away by the sheer beauty of the island. Seemingly, it was even more exotic than they expected.

No one can truly envision paradise until they see what it is like with a first-hand view.

* * * * * * *

As Pamela and Lindsay escorted the group of ladies up the walkway which led to the mansion - a Spanish-style villa - I stayed behind and loaded everyone's luggage into my Jeep. After double-checking to make sure the boat was secured and anchored, I then hopped into the Jeep and steered through the long and twisting roadway which took me to the mansion.

After unloading the heavy collection of suitcases and travel bags, the group of ladies greeted me at the Jeep overhang. Smiles and nods of satisfaction seemed to be the call of the day, as the three newcomers were completely enamored with the island and what it had to offer them. Even Torrie and Amy had to be reminded of its vast beauty.

Speaking of vast beauty, I was liking Devon more and more with each passing second. She really did have a Barbie Doll face and a hot, luscious body which was built for sin. Devon was beautiful and much like Amy, appeared to just ooze sex.

Best of all, Devon seemed to have an attraction for me as well. From the very moment we first made eye contact at the airport, I had caught her looking my way several times. She had such a charming and inviting smile, and was not one bit afraid to let me see it.

As good as Devon looked, however, I again had the thought that she would be ten times even more beautiful without that skimpy, little mini-dress on. God... what a body she had!

"We talked to everyone about basic rules and protocol, and room assignments," Pamela said to me, as all eight of us were gathered underneath the Jeep overhang. "For now, Torrie and Lindsay will share guest room number one. Stephanie and Amy will be in two. Cassidy and Devon... room three."

"Where is your room?" Stephanie asked, looking at me.

"Pamela and I have a personal suite upstairs, dear," were

my words for her. "Don't worry, though. We'll make sure you, Devon and Cassidy are shown where everything is. Why don't all of you gather your luggage? Pamela and Lindsay can show you where your rooms are. Torrie and Amy can help, too." As the newcomers grinned and nodded in approval, they began to sort through and then identify their suitcases.

At the same time, however, Lindsay pulled me off to the side for some quiet words of her own. "Jeremy... Torrie said she wants some time alone with me." I was curious for a moment, but then my eyelids rose as I saw the pornstress eyeing Lindsay with a lusty, mischievous grin upon her face. Lindsay grinned and added, "I think, at least for now... the best place for that would be the central room downstairs. Out of the way... until the others get acclimated."

"Torrie must have really missed you, sweetheart, to want a piece of you so soon," I said to the tender 18-year-old.

Lindsay nodded her head and complied, "Yes... that is exactly what she said." After a short pause, the blonde added with a hush, "Go to your voyeur room and film us."

I grinned as my cock sprung to life. "Of course..."

Pamela looked on and smiled knowingly, nodding her head.

Lindsay and Torrie then exchanged approving winks, before the film star knelt down and begin to sift through one of her suitcases. I wondered what she was doing for a moment, but then my eyes bulged and nearly exploded as Torrie pulled out an extremely familiar gym-bag. She flung it over her shoulder as Lindsay squealed in anticipation, then the two ladies strode off toward the staircase, going arm-in-arm.

That was none other than Torrie's legendary bag-of-toys!

Speechless for a moment, I looked at Pamela and gathered myself. "I... You'll see to it that our new guests are shown to their respective rooms?"

"Of course I will," Pamela grinned, sensing my arousal. I'm quite positive that Devon, Stephanie and Cassidy did not know what to make of any of this. How could they?

I paused and said, "I... have something I have to do."

"I bet you do," Pamela giggled, as she watched me turn

and walk away. Off to the voyeur room I go!

"Is he going to join them?" I heard Amy say, curiously.

* * *

As you may have already guessed from my verbal exchange with Lindsay, she was well aware of the voyeur room, and that it existed. Pamela and I had told her shortly after the first batch of ladies left the island.

Lindsay was shocked upon learning of the secret chamber, but was also intrigued by its possibilities. Now, with the vast library of videotapes at her disposal, she could go back and re-live many of her favorite moments from the past summer. More often than not, for her, Trish was involved.

The entrance to the voyeur room was inside my personal suite. Completely sealed off behind a panel, the voyeur room was revealed in easy two steps. First, I had to turn a knob which was part of a wall decoration. After a secret code had to be punched in, upon the wall, the panel would then automatically slide back and reveal the voyeur room.

Inside, there was a large spread of television screens, each of which surveyed different places on the island. I had hidden cameras - large and small alike - scattered everywhere on the island. There was literally no place anywhere which one of my trusty cameras would not pick up.

With all island activities being recorded and put onto videotape, I could also re-live anything which took place during either the summer with the first group, or this upcoming winter. The cameras were hooked in with motion detectors and when activated, the film began rolling.

You wouldn't possibly think that I would pay these ladies $3 million apiece, without the chance to watch them in their most private and intimate moments ... would you?

* * *

The collection of monitors which surveyed the big central room downstairs were all alive with activity. I quickly sat down in front of the control panel and flipped the audio for that area on, then sat back and smiled at what I saw.

With all of their clothing still on - but probably not for long - Lindsay and Torrie were embracing each other while in the middle of a long and deep kiss. Trading both their lips and tongues over an open-mouthed exchange, the two ladies also fondled and caressed each others' bodies.

"You're so gorgeous, Lindsay," Torrie said, gasping, once their kiss was broken. "I've missed you more than anyone else from the summer. You just look so... delicious."

Lindsay grinned and kissed her friend on the cheek, saying, "Thank you, honey. And the same back at 'ya!"

"You were my favorite girl to be with," Torrie continued.

"I came back here mainly so I could see you again."

Lindsay smiled, taking in those complements. But at the same time, she began to unbutton Torrie's cashmere blouse. "Shut up and fuck me already."

Torrie grinned at those words before she smashed her mouth upon Lindsay's for an intensely passionate kiss. The two blondes spun around in a 540-degree turn, before settling down together upon the cushioned, padded sofa.

Both of them continued kissing each other as Lindsay slipped her hands inside of Torrie's expensive blouse. The teen-ager let her hands roam freely, cupping and squeezing the 26-year-old's big, luscious breasts. An instant later, the blouse was whisked off, and away.

"Never thought I'd have sex with a porn star," Lindsay giggled as she then unhooked Torrie's bra, before disposing of it as well. Next, she cradled Torrie's breasts with both hands, before starting to grope and massage them. The pair of lovers first grinned, then kissed each other again.

It should come as no great surprise to anyone that as I sat in the voyeur room and watched this scene unfold before me on the various monitors, I already had my cock out and was busy whacking off. After all... I was a normal man.

When their lip-lock was broken once again, Lindsay and Torrie began to help each other out of their clothing. While Lindsay undid the zipper upon the back of Torrie's little mini-skirt, she returned the favor by helping the 18-year-old out of her sweater. Eventually, Torrie was reduced to nothing but a G-string.

Grinning, Lindsay stood up and then settled upon her knees, between Torrie's outstretched thighs. The young woman reached forward and slid Torrie's G-string down her shapely hips and legs, then off. Lindsay's next move was to openly lick her lips while eyeing the intoxicating cleft between her lover's lusciously firm, tanned thighs.

With a moan, Torrie reached down and pulled Lindsay's head up to hers so they could share yet another blistering kiss. Their tongues intermingled and danced together over an open-mouthed exchange as Torrie seized the opportunity to rid Lindsay of her tiny, silky bra.

With it out of the way, Lindsay moaned and growled in response as Torrie grasped her smallish breasts with both hands and began massaging them hard. Lindsay's response was to reach around Torrie's hips, and tightly squeeze her ass.

After this particular kiss came to a close, Lindsay pulled back and smiled at Torrie as both of them continued to grope and maul each others' bodies. The 18-year-old glanced at the gym-bag and grinned, "What's in there?"

"About 12 inches of hard love for you," Torrie smirked in return, which brought forth my first orgasm of the winter.

Realizing that the summer was about to re-play itself all over again, I growled and flinched as cum oozed from within my cock, flowing out and covering both my hand and wrist.

I knew exactly what Torrie had meant with her comment, too. Not only did Lindsay have 12 inches of "hard love" in her future, but it would be 12 inches of hard STRAP-ON love.

Despite blowing my load, I began stroking myself toward a new erection as Lindsay, still on her knees between Torrie's thighs, attached her lips to one of the pornstress' nipples. Torrie oohed and ahhed in response, her eyes closed and head twirling about ever-so-gently.

Eagerly cupping and squeezing both breasts with her hands, Lindsay displayed her usual zest and enthusiasm for sexual play as she soon busily sucked and slurped on each nipple. Torrie, cradling Lindsay's head in return, seemed to truly enjoy the loving and skilled oral work upon her big breasts.

"I wanna lick your pussy," Lindsay said, her mouth within Torrie's vast, deepened cleavage as she stared up at her with both eyes. "I wanna lick your pussy and make you scream."

Torrie grinned and leaned down, finding her lover for yet another tongue-filled kiss. "That's real good, sweetheart. After you make me scream, I'm gonna make you scream too - not with my tongue, but with one of my big, nasty dildos."

"Get down on the floor for me," Lindsay said in a heated, breathless tone. Those prior words from Torrie had pressed the right buttons within her. Lindsay was REALLY turned on now. "On the floor so I can eat your little, porno-pussy."

Even though I had just achieved a full erection, I nearly lost it that quickly because of Lindsay's nasty proclamation.

Torrie grinned and settled down into a seated position beside Lindsay. She paused before reclining backwards, instead using the opportunity to help Lindsay out of her hip-hugging jeans, and then the pair of frilly panties she had worn underneath. Now, both angels were completely nude.

Lindsay hooked both arms underneath Torrie's knees and pulled upward, causing the stacked blonde to fall flat upon her back. Keeping her thighs spread far apart - much like a trained porno queen - Torrie then sighed and squealed with pure arousal as Lindsay dove face-first into her sweet muff.

The tension within my body was at an extremely high level and my heart raced with excitement as Lindsay used a dual combination of her tongue and fingers to work her lover into an absolute frenzy. The 18-year-old was busy pumping three fingers hard and fast into Torrie's glistening folds, while her tongue busily swiped and flicked away at her puffy clit.

"Oh yeah honey, lick my pussy with your tongue," Torrie said, urging her lover on. "Oh yeah, baby... lick it, keep licking it. OH YEAH... don't stop, 'Lin. Don't stop..."

I moaned to myself as a primitive growl of hunger emerged from deep within Lindsay's throat. About to nearly lose my mind, I watched with glazed-over eyes as the little blonde's tongue jabbed away upon Torrie's clit at a rapid-fire pace. My hand was sore and I could feel another explosion brewing.

"LICK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR TONGUE!" Torrie exclaimed as Lindsay's oral ministrations intensified. "OH YEAH YOU LITTLE SLUT... LICK MY PUSSY! MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMMMM!..."

I roared outloud in a wild rage, as my cock exploded for the second time in a three minute span. Where was one of my girls when I needed them most? Devon would most likely do an excellent job of cleaning this mess up with her tongue...

Nevertheless, the show went on - so to speak - as Torrie continued screaming out her approval for Lindsay's skillful finger-and-tongue work. Things reached the boiling point when Torrie, with her neck and back arched high into the air, clamped her thighs around Lindsay's head and screamed out in a delirious, passionate fury.

"OH MY GOD... I'M CUMMING!"

Lindsay squealed with obvious delight as Torrie, with her thighs still firmly clenched around the teen's head, rumbled and vibrated about in a sheer, powerful orgasm. Not only was the magnitude and raw power of it something to behold, but so were the loud and vociferous screams from Torrie. My cock started to tingle with a renewed life because of them.

"Oh yeah..." Torrie sighed in the aftermath, finally releasing the vice-grip of her thighs upon Lindsay's head. Torrie smiled at her young lover, whose normally immaculate and wholesome face was totally saturated with pussy-juice. "That was wonderful, honey. Simply wonderful."

Lindsay returned the gracious smile with one of her own, while wiping the excess nectar from her face. "It was my pleasure, Torrie." She licked her fingers dry and purred, "Hmmmmm... you taste even better than I remember."

Both ladies smiled at each other as Lindsay moved atop Torrie's body as she lay on the floor, before offering her an intense, scorching kiss. It was readily apparent that Torrie could taste her own juices as she and Lindsay swapped their lips and tongues together in a heated, frenzied way.

My heart began feverishly pumping once again as during their kiss, Torrie reached over with her right hand and grabbed the ominous gym-bag. When Lindsay realized she had done this, their mutual kiss was immediately broken, and the two ladies shared more smiles and giggles together.

"Do you want to choose which dildo I fuck you with?"

Torrie asked, unable to hold back the snickers.

Lindsay was in a similar state as she sat up and grabbed the bag-of-toys from her friend and lover. The 18-year-old unzipped it and sifted through the contents for awhile, before apparently coming to a decision.

"Oh yeah..." Torrie grinned in lust as Lindsay pulled out a humungous strap-on dildo. At least 12 inches in length, the incredibly nasty-looking device of pleasure was black as night, and made of rubber. It was a tool of corruption...

Lindsay giggled and dangled it before Torrie's eyes, holding on by its harness and strap. "Do me with this one!"

Torrie smiled accordingly as she slithered out from beneath the seated Lindsay, before rising to her feet. "Would you care, honey, to help put the dildo on me?"

"Love to," Lindsay replied as she rose to her knees before her lover. She then proceeded to grab ahold of the massive dildo and secure its leather harness and straps around Torrie's firm waist and rounded hips.

My cock was at full strength yet again as the obscene, nasty object protruded outward from Torrie's pelvis. This real-life coupling was very similar to her movies...

"How do you want me?" Lindsay asked, still on her knees, as she looked up at Torrie expectantly. The image reminded me of a submissive waiting to serve her Master or Mistress.

"You know full well how I want you," Torrie replied. "Doggie-style! I LOVE fucking other girls doggie-style. So get down on your hands and knees like a 'lil bitch for me!"

Both ladies giggled at the playful remark as Lindsay did what she was instructed to do. She assumed the position, then looked over her shoulder and smiled, waiting for Torrie to make her own move.

It didn't take long. Holding and stroking the big dildo, Torrie dropped down to her knees behind Lindsay and quickly prepared to mount her in the doggie-style position. Not a few seconds had passed before Torrie first eased the huge dong into the blonde, then began violently pumping away.

Lindsay screamed out in response as her expression went tight with an equal mixture of pain and pleasure. Still, however, she managed to look back over her shoulder at Torrie, urging her to continue and hammer away even harder.

Torrie did just that, as she gripped Lindsay's ass with both hands and used it as a balancing point. It also gave her the opportunity to hump and thrust away upon Lindsay at an even faster and more highly intensive rate of speed.

While what unfolded before me on the monitors seemed like clips from one of Torrie's movies, it wasn't. This was real.

Lindsay's loud and deafening screams confirmed that, as she roared and cried out; her sounds echoing throughout the central room downstairs. I was busy stroking my cock once again while watching Torrie's body churn back-and-forth in a continual, frenetic pace, the massive dildo thrusting and pumping into Lindsay's sweet pussy at warp-speed.

"Oh my God... look what she's doing to her," came a soft, feminine voice from behind me. I immediately turned around and found Pamela standing at the entranceway to the voyeur room, her eyes fixated upon the surveillance monitors. She stepped into the voyeur room but did not dare take her eyes away from the intense, on-screen action.

"Where are the other girls at?" I asked, oblivious to the fact that I could turn around and find out for myself on the other monitors.

"Don't worry..." Pamela replied, her mind (and eyes) elsewhere. "They're all settling into their rooms now. I... I came here because I wanted to watch this."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Lindsay screamed upon the monitor, as Torrie just absolutely pummeled her with the strap-on dildo. "OH MY GOD... THAT THING IS TEARING ME APART! OH MY FUCKING GOD... I'M GONNA CUM! AND I'M GONNA CUM HARRRRRD!"

With one final plunge into her pussy, Torrie grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and hair, and held on tight as the tender 18-year-old went through an earth-shattering orgasm. Her body vibrated and rumbled about as she kept the side of her face upon the floor, a series of nasty expletives and phrases of lust absolutely streaming from her mouth. Torrie kept the dildo embedded within her young lover, luxuriating in both Lindsay's sheer beauty and her vociferous reaction.

"Seems as though I missed the beforehand play," Pamela remarked as once Lindsay's orgasm settled and faded away, Torrie leaned down and gently kissed her on the shoulder. Tender words were exchanged between them as Pamela added, "You should have shown the girls to their rooms, Jeremy! That way, I could have been here and watched this."

I smiled while shaking my head at her. "Oh no, wifey.

If anyone should sit here and watch, it's got to be ME."

Pamela grinned as she noticed the full-fledged erection which I still held in my hand. "I see that your wrist and forearm have been getting another good workout... hmmmmm?"

I chuckled at her words while saying, "Of course."

Pamela moaned with desire as she purred, "Would you like

me to help you at all... with that big, juicy hard-on?"

My eyes widened at her words. "By all means..."

Still wearing her business style attire of a skirt and matching jacket, with a blouse underneath, Pamela decided to only slip out of her high-heeled shoes. After doing so, she offered a grin before dropping to her knees in front of me.

I moaned and sighed in sheer delight as my hand was then replaced with Pamela's upon my hard, aching cock. She stroked me off before saying in lush tone, "Hmmmm... sticky. How many times did you cum watching them, Jeremy?"

"Twice," I replied tensely, her skilled hand creating a new wave of erotic sensations within me.

"I can tell," she grinned. "Let's hope you got some more in you. I'm feeling kind of thirsty."

I moaned and pleaded, "Oh God Pamela... don't tease me now. Just take my cock into your mouth and suck it, baby. I need to get off so bad right now..."

Ignoring my plea for the time being, Pamela instead giggled. "You better save some for later then."

"God sweetheart... WHY?" Her hand was having a positive effect on me. Pamela knew she could make me explode with her hand alone... but wouldn't allow me to do so. She would stroke me toward the edge of release, then bring me back.

"Devon likes you," she returned. "That's why you better save some for later." My eyes grew big at her words. "She was asking questions about you. She wanted to know if you were any good in bed."

"Oh God..." I moaned. "What did you tell her?"

Pamela giggled and licked my aching balls with her slick,

velvety tongue. "I told Devon that she should find out for herself... after dinner tonight." She paused and added, "You know... come to your room, and seduce you." Pamela laughed as I moaned loudly in response. "I know you like her, Jeremy. Not only was Devon your lone choice, but I seen the way you were looking at her today." She grinned and concluded, "If there were thought police, you'd be serving a life sentence right now."

"Please suck my cock, honey," I begged Pamela, my senses quickly becoming overwhelmed with lust and desire. "I need you to suck me off so bad, Pamela. Please! Please..." I was about to go absolutely insane with arousal.

"Only under one condition..." Pamela seriously warned.

"What?" I pleaded.

"That you cum in my mouth," she responded in a prissy

tone. "I don't want to suck you off if you don..."

Unable to take anymore of Pamela's unique brand of verbal teasing, I stood up from the swivel chair and jammed my cock hard and deep into her unsuspecting mouth.

Surprised by my actions, the wondrously voluptuous blonde gagged for a moment, then gathered herself and began sucking my cock as she stared up at me with a nasty glint in her eyes. It was as if she was saying, "You're in it for now."

That perception of mine proved to be quite accurate.

Holding onto and prodding my balls with her hands and fingertips, respectively, Pamela showed a tremendous amount of vigor and energy as she absolutely inhaled my cock into her heavenly throat. I tossed my head about and sighed wildly, realizing that I was no longer in control of my body. I would cum in Pamela's mouth when SHE wanted me to.

Apparently, that wouldn't be anytime soon.

With her thick, ruby-red lips applying just the right

amount of pressure upon my cock, I could feel Pamela's tongue swipe its underside within the confines of her mouth. At the same time, she continued to offer me that playful look of discontent - how DARE I force myself into her mouth!

When Pamela sensed that I was close to a huge eruption, she immediately slowed the pace of her blowjob down. I wanted to fill her mouth with my cream so very much... but she wouldn't allow me. Pamela, by slowing her ministrations down, had pulled me back from the edge of orgasm.

Instead, she went forth with an extremely slow, leisurely up-and-down bobbing motion with her head. I arched my neck and sighed once more as I could feel my cock sliding into the far depths and reaches of her throat with each inward stroke.

Soon, Pamela picked up the pace. My head tossed from side to side as her bobbing motion increased in speed. The pleasure level within me was multiplying by the second. All the while, her eyes never lost contact with my face.

"Oh God, Pamela..." I moaned as she then slowed down yet again, now simply sucking and slurping the head of my cock as her hand gently pumped its length. I then realized that her mouth and hand were in perfect unison together. "Baby, I have to cum in that mouth of yours. I j-just have to..."

As she sensed both my heated arousal and desperate state, Pamela decided to have mercy on me.

When her piercing gaze relented, Pamela began to inhale and suck my cock with reckless abandon. I could do nothing but scream and growl in response while grabbing the back of her head and holding onto it tightly.

After a second scream, my body was finally allowed to let loose as I shot load after load of sperm into Pamela's hot, hungry mouth. I continued to scream as my body went weak, the muscles in me feeling non-existent. Still, however, I was able to pump the remainder of my seed into Pamela's mouth. Much to her credit, she swallowed the entire wave.

Once I had been both sucked and licked completely dry, Pamela released my cock from within her mouth and I felt dizzy. I staggered back, and was lucky a chair was there for me. I took a seat and growled, completely satisfied.

"Oh, there's one other thing," Pamela said in a quirky tone. "Not only is Devon coming to your room tonight, but so is Amy. Both of them are going to fuck you - TOGETHER."

"Oh my God..." I sighed, suddenly lost in a sea of lust. How in the world could I possibly satisfy darling Devon and nasty Amy at the exact same time?

Pamela giggled at the predicament I now found myself in.

Much like Amy, my precious wife was a nasty slut, too...

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