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Story Name: "Island Paradise: The Legacy"  (Part 13 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "Busy, busy, busy," I mused, seated in the voyeur room,
as I watched Jessica on one of the surveillance monitors.
Even though she had spent most of the day cleaning around
the mansion and truly deserved a break, Jessica was still
hard at work.  I smiled as the luscious blonde knelt down
and swept up some debris with a broom and dustpan.  "I
really should give you a raise, girl," I nodded, grinning.

   Indeed, just as her grandmother Louisa promised, Jessica
had turned out to be a wonderful housekeeper for me.  She
was not quite as polished as Louisa when it came to cooking,
but Jessica was such a hard and tireless worker.  It seemed
as though whenever I saw her, she was doing something which
pertained to her job.  That was excellent, of course, but I
also wished that Jessica would do more with the other girls.
   Jessica still had that wide-eyed fascination she displayed
three weeks ago when first arriving on the island.  Things
here were, if not still shocking, at least very surprising
to her.  Jessica once made the comment that this island was
like a sex colony.  These type of places, she said, were
only supposed to exist in the fantasy world - not in reality.
Jessica still found it hard to believe that she was, at least
for the time being, living in a so-called "sex colony".
   While all of the other ladies were very open and carefree
when together, Jessica was still holding back.  I got the
sense that she enjoyed her time on the island, but was also
easily shocked at many of the things which happened here.
Maybe some of it was disturbing to her?
   I think a lot of Jessica's trepidation could be traced
back to her second day here, when Amy (along with everyone
else) basically molested her in the shower.  As I look back
on that day, it was much too soon for the group of ladies to
gang up on Jessica like they did.  She could have used a
week or so - to see how things happened here - before being
subjected to that.  That's my opinion, at least.
   Another thing which definitely caught Jessica's attention
(and maybe not in a good way) was what was turning out to be
the legendary "Lindsay bang" that transpired just days ago.
Although Jessica took part in it, she was utterly shocked and
amazed that one person - Lindsay - could take such a sexual
pounding, and still come out in one piece afterward.
   I guess it was fairly shocking, but one has to remember
that the recipient of that gang-bang was none other than
sweet, little Lindsay.  She had turned into a nymphomaniac
who could easily handle anything which was thrown her way.
Still, I could see how watching it live could definitely
rattle Jessica.  It looked like a scene from a porno movie.
   On the other hand, one person Jessica seemed to get along
fine with was Christina.  Of course, these two ladies had
known one another since Jessica visited the island (and her
grandmother) some 19 months ago.  Christina was staying with
me then as well, and the three of us wound up doing some
pretty erotic things together during that particular week.
   Now, it seemed as though Christina had become Jessica's
safety net here on the island.  Jessica was closer with
Christina than anyone else - and for good reason.  They had
a history together, and Christina was willing to listen to
Jessica talk about the things which shocked her here.  Like
me, Christina wanted Jessica to loosen up and just have fun.
That was our mutual goal for Jessica before the summer ended.

   "You do need a raise," I reiterated while keeping an eye
on Jessica from the comfort of my voyeur room.  She now had
a spray bottle and towels, and was busy polishing a window.
"I only give you a thousand dollars a day.  I'll double it.
Hmmmmm... maybe I should triple it.  You deserve it."
   It made me feel wonderful to know that I had a positive
impact on the lives of Christina, Lisa, Amy and Stephanie
(and Torrie, too) with my financial generosity.  Christina
and Lisa used the money I gave them last year to buy a nice
house in Illinois.  Both ladies attended college, and Lisa
was also paying for her sister's tuition.
   Amy and Stephanie used their money to buy a mansion in
the ritzy, very upscale community of Palos Verdes Estates -
located just outside of Los Angeles.  With their careers in
the porn industry, Amy and Stephanie also ran a very
successful website that catered to their fans.  I like to
think that the money I had given to them in the past played
a major role in the creation and subsequent success of their
website.  In fact, I know it did.
   Since I had lost contact with Torrie (which I consider to
be very unfortunate), I was not sure what she had done with
all the money ($4.5 million) I had given her.  The last news
I heard about Torrie was that she had moved to Idaho (her
birthplace), and was living with her fiance.  I sincerely
hope that Torrie had put that money to good use, and was
happy in life as a result.  Torrie deserved to be happy.
   Jessica planned to use that $1,000 per day I had offered
her for being the housekeeper as a way to get through her
senior year of college.  Jessica also wanted a new car, and
intended to put the rest of her earnings into the bank.
   With over a billion dollars to my name, I was very happy
to help others when it came to finances.  I could never
spend all of this money - which was why I basically gave it
away.  These ladies were a wonderful outlet for that.  So
were various charities which I held dear to my heart.
   "Five grand a day," I nodded, smiling, as I continued to
watch Jessica on the surveillance monitor.  "It will be, as
you have told me many times in the past, much better than
seven bucks an hour."  I smiled again.  "You deserve it."
   Her broom and dustpan back in hand, Jessica surveyed the
central room one more time before apparently deciding that
it had finally been cleaned up to her lofty standards.  She
then ascended the nearby staircase, returning to the ground
level of the mansion.
   "No..." I grinned, shaking my head, as the lump sum of
$1,000,000 suddenly flashed throughout my mind.  "Not that
much!  Well, maybe.  I don't think Jessica would mind..."

                           * * *

   It had been an interesting recent couple of days here on
the island.  After all of us had watched Amy and Stephanie's
latest X-rated movie, the girls (including Jessica) saw fit
to gang-bang me.  I wasn't quite the rag doll that Lindsay
was, but still got used and erotically abused beyond any and
all belief.  Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way.
   The following day, I felt like going for a ride around
the island in my trusty, old Jeep.  When I revved its engine
up, however, the Jeep suddenly died.  It had been a wonderful
vehicle for me throughout the years here on the island, and
had never given me any problems until just now.
   It took me awhile to figure out what went wrong.  The
timing belt just snapped inside the engine.  It was totally
shredded - likely from excessive wear and tear.  It would be
quite an extensive and intricate repair process - because to
replace the timing belt, a portion of the engine would have
to disassembled.  Otherwise, the belt could not be installed.
   Devon suggested that I hire a mechanic and fly him to the
island.  That would have been the logical thing to do, but I
liked challenges.  I was not a master mechanic by any means,
but thought I could handle replacing the belt, as well as the
tensioner which went with it.  I had all the necessary tools
and power equipment at my disposal in my maintenance shed.
   "You're not a professional mechanic, Jeremy," Devon told
me.  "What happens if you mess the Jeep up even more?"
   "Then I'll just buy a new one," I replied, smiling.
   That would not be necessary, however.  It took me about
nine or ten hours, but I was able to take the engine apart,
replace the timing belt and its accompanying components, and
then piece everything back together.  Of course, I first had
to call Ian - my pilot friend on the mainland - and ask him
to gather up all the parts I needed and then fly them to me.
   I planned on taking a tour of the island in my Jeep that
morning.  Instead, the ride didn't happen until much later
that night.  I was very proud of the fact that I was able to
conquer such a detailed repair job like this.  I also got to
hush up Devon, who thought I wouldn't be up to the task.
   That day had been pretty much wasted for me, because I
spent such a long time repairing the Jeep.  However, I made
up for it the following day.  I gathered up all the girls
and we spent several hours having fun at the beach.  Jessica
fired up the grill and we even had a picnic there as well,
with Angus steaks, barbequed pork ribs and bratwurst burgers.

   Earlier, Amy noticed that I had some scuba diving gear
tucked away in the storage shed.  Amy practically begged me
to take her underwater after our time at the beach that day,
saying it was something she had always wanted to do.
   I agreed that I would take her diving, but also had to
remind Amy that she was a beginner.  I would not take her
more than 30 feet underneath the surface.  Lindsay then made
the comment that there was a sunken ship about ten minutes
from the island.  One could easily swim through its cabin
and engine room, and there were always plenty of colorful
fish and coral to be seen along the way.
   Of course, Amy immediately said that she wanted to explore
that sunken ship.  I told her that it was about 80 feet deep,
which was too far for a novice diver.  I explained to Amy
that I had taken Lindsay and Devon diving several times over
the past several months, and both had enough experience to
go that deep in the water,
   Amy was not pleased that I refused to take her to that
ship.  She did not understand why I would not allow her to
go any further than 30 feet deep.  But, Amy's stance finally
relented and she accepted the fact.
   I gave Amy a crash course in scuba diving while helping
her get ready for the plunge.  An oxygen tank and helmet,
fins, gloves, weight belt and of course, a wetsuit were the
essentials that I felt Amy (or any diver) needed.  I chose
all of those things for myself too, but also decided to
bring along an emergency air source, an underwater watch,
blunt tip knife and a laser flashlight.
   Amy kept close to me as we explored the watery depths off
the eastern coast of the island.  The visibility was great
there, and I could tell Amy was intrigued with the beautiful
coral that lined the ocean floor some 25 feet deep.  We seen
schools of friendly grouper, starfish, tetra and while in an
underwater cave, snapper.
   But even while in the depths of the ocean, Amy proved to
me once again that sex and gratification were the two things
which mattered to her more than anything else.
   While exploring the aforementioned cave, Amy nuzzled up
beside me and immediately began rubbing my crotch with her
right hand.  The move was pretty shocking to me.  I glared
at Amy, who looked back at me through her helmet/mask with
a wicked, naughty gleam in her emerald-green eyes.
   The 27-year-old continued stroking my cock through the
wetsuit I wore for several moments.  Only when she had urged
an erection out of me and it was about to blow did Amy stop.
My best guess was that the pornstar did not want all that
sperm to go to waste.  It was best suited in her mouth.
   As Amy floated away, I offered her ass a hard swat with
an open hand.  She turned and looked back at me, and I could
see a smile through the helmet upon her enchanting face.  I
could hear her infectious laugh echo throughout my mind.
   I believe that Amy - with all of her recent, fiendish
actions - was long overdue for a good, hard spanking.

                           * * *

   It wasn't too long after Amy and I had gotten out of the
water that the skies literally opened up - resulting in a
heavy, thick downpour of rain.  This was how torrential rain
usually started around here.  The whole day had been scenic
and balmy, with blue skies for as far as the eye could see.
Then, a mere heartbeat later, clouds could form and bring
with them a substantial amount of precipitation.
   By the time Amy and I had finally gotten out of our scuba
gear, there were bright flashes of lightning and loud rumbles
of thunder to go along with that downpour of rain.  My first
thought, as many long-time readers of this series may guess,
centered upon Lindsay.
   The 19-year-old was deathly afraid of lightning.  She had
a certain phobia about it.  Whenever there was an electrical
storm like this, I felt as though it was my duty to find
Lindsay and make sure that she felt safe and sound.
   So I immediately made a dash for our personal suite - or
more specifically, the voyeur room.  I could easily find my
little princess there with the help of my cameras, no matter
where she was on the island.
   But as things turned out, the voyeur room was not needed.
Lindsay was curled up with Devon upon the bed in our private
suite, clutching her precious teddy bear - Mr. Gordo - to
her chest.  I smiled outwardly as Devon held and comforted
Lindsay, who yelped like a young child when a loud cackling
of lightning (and ensuing thunder) shook the entire mansion.
   I didn't say anything as I climbed into bed with the pair
of ladies.  Lindsay immediately wrapped one arm around me
and buried her face upon my chest.  She held onto Mr. Gordo
with her opposite hand as Devon used her fingertips to brush
and caress Lindsay's long-flowing, immaculate blonde hair.
Devon smiled at me, and I returned it with one of my own.
   The bolts of lightning seemed to draw closer over the
next couple of minutes.  Perhaps they were striking down
upon the island?  Whatever the case, they got to be so loud
and nerve-racking that even the cool, level-headed Devon
appeared to be afraid.  The rain was coming down in droves
now.  The thunder was so loud that it gave me a headache.
   Soon, there was a gentle knock upon the entrance to our
suite.  I called out for whomever to come in.  The trio of
Christina, Lisa and Jessica all stepped into our suite.  It
was easy to tell that all three of them were worried, too.
I motioned for them to join us on the bed and soon, there
was a loving, six person embrace between all of us.
   I was also hoping that Amy and Stephanie would appear in
that doorway so our entire group could be together during
this horrific storm.  Alas, neither of them showed.  My only
guess was that they had found their own refuge somewhere
else within the mansion.  I wished it was here, though.
   The electrical storm seemed to fade away after about 10
minutes.  No one was more happy, obviously, than Lindsay.
Although the rain continued to come down in sheets, the six
of us stayed nestled together upon the bed and began to ease
in some small talk.  What started out with a massive storm
eventually transformed into a touching, delightful evening.
   I eventually kissed Christina, Lisa and Jessica all
goodnight before they left the suite hours later.  Then, I
fell asleep with Lindsay and Devon nestled on either side of
me.  Indeed, I was a very lucky man...

                           * * *

   The following day, the island was a bit water-logged, but
the weather was perfect and many of the girls went straight
to the beach.  I also learned that a bolt of lightning had
struck a huge oakwood tree about 100 feet from the mansion,
causing it to topple over completely.  Fortunately, it fell
in the direction opposite the mansion.  It was in the forest
as well, so nothing important was damaged.  We were lucky.
   That evening, Amy convinced Lindsay to go to bed with her
and Stephanie.  I had no problem with that, of course.  Amy
loved spending time with Lindsay - and vice versa.  The
fervid, sex-only relationship these two had with one another
was perhaps the most constant thing on the island since the
beginning of last summer.  Lindsay and Amy could never get
enough of each other when it came to sex.
   Of course, I would not spend my Saturday night alone.  I
had Devon to keep me company.  She did just that - and more.

                           * * *

   My eyes were wide and about set to burst as Devon exited
the adjacent restroom and stepped into our personal suite.
The blonde seductress was a stunning vision of beauty as she
stood before me, dressed to thrill in a French maid's outfit.

   Exquisitely small and very low-cut, the French maid outfit
which Devon wore appeared to be out of my wildest fantasies.
Its halter-style top barely covered the front of her breasts,
leaving their full, round sides exposed, really concealing
just her nipples.  It, much like the accompanying skirt, was
black and made of satin, and was beautifully outlined with
white, frilly ruffles all around.  Devon also had a ruffle
around her slender throat, as well as both of her breasts.
   The 25-year-old also had on a pair of black thigh-high
stockings, both of which ended several inches below the
(extremely) short hemline of her skirt.  In addition, Devon
had on black high-heeled shoes (with open toes) and a
frilly maid's headpiece atop her pinned-up blonde hair.

   My heart skipped a beat as Devon spun around in a circle
for me, modeling the sinfully-sexy outfit.  In the process,
her flimsy, little skirt flew upwards, offering me a quick
peak of the black G-string panties that she wore underneath.
   "Do you like it, Jeremy?" Devon asked with a grin.  She
was absolutely glowing.  Devon knew that she had me under
her spell right now.  There wasn't anything I wouldn't do
for her at this very moment in time.
   "Oh God..." was all I could say, my eyes still looming
quite large, as I openly gawked at her.
   "Don't you wish Jessica dressed this way?" she sneered.
   "Where... oh God..."  I stumbled over my very own words.
"Where... where in the world did you... get that OUTFIT?"
   Devon smiled at me.  "I'll take that as yes, you do like
it.  I've had it for awhile, Jeremy.  I bought it when you,
me and Lindsay were in Hawaii.  I've just been waiting for
the right time to spring it on you."  Devon giggled and
coyly added, "The time seems about right."
   "Like it?" I breathed, still in an obvious state of both
shock and arousal.  "I... I _LOVE_ it!"
   "All you'd need right about now, Jeremy, is for Lindsay
to be right beside me in one of her cheerleader or schoolgirl
outfits."  Devon giggled again.  "You'd be in business."
   I could see the outline of Devon's lush nipples as they
were all nice and snug upon the front of her halter-like top.
If she undid that one button, her breasts would spill out...
   "I think you may be all I can handle right about now," I
told Devon, slowly shaking my head in utter amazement.  "It
may be a good thing that Lindsay is with Amy and Stephanie.
I don't believe I just said that..."
   Smiling, Devon struck a pose and looked at me with a very
seductive gleam in her eyes.  "So what do you want, Jeremy?
Do you want me to be a good maid?  Or..."  Her voice turned
sultry as she finished, "should I be a BAD maid?"
   "Bad," I nodded eagerly, my breathing ragged.  "Very bad!"

   Devon smiled at my response before stepping to the center
of the suite.  Unsure what she was going to do next, my eyes
narrowed as I continued to gawk at her.  Suddenly, Devon
began to dance.  Her body was bumping and gyrating like she
was a trained stripper.  Devon snapped her head back and
continued on with the sinful, erotic dance, her luscious
hips swiveling back-and-forth in a frenetic motion.
   The young woman turned her back to me and slowly began to
lift the maid's skirt up her legs, rolling her firm, tight
ass before my adoring eyes.  My cock began to throb within
my shorts as once the skirt's hem was pulled all the way up
to her waist, Devon spread her legs slightly and then bent
all the way over.  Devon wiggled her luscious ass some more
before twirling back around to face me.  Still grinding her
hips, the vixen smiled in an inviting manner while placing
both hands upon her full, ripe breasts.
   I shook my head in response as Devon cupped her breasts
with her hands.  Squeezing and rolling them in the most
erotic of fashion, Devon offered me another smile as she
slowly undid that single button which held her maid's top
together in front.  Then, in a very gradual motion, Devon
drew the top open, finally exposing her bare breasts.
   Devon's breasts were absolutely beautiful.  Large and
very firm to the touch, they seemed to beg for me to kiss
them.  Although Devon seemed intent to continue on with
this excruciatingly sexy dance, I had other ideas.
   As she knelt down, her body still bumping and grinding, I
suddenly sprung off the bed and grabbed Devon's shoulders.
With both hands, I literally tossed her onto the bed.  Devon
landed flat on her back and looked up at me with a brazen,
expectant gleam in her pretty blue eyes.
   "Take me, Jeremy," she said bluntly.  "TAKE ME NOW!"
   I leapt on top of Devon and smashed my lips to hers, my
tongue immediately diving deep inside the delicious, velvety
recesses of her mouth.  The kiss was broken for an instant
as Devon literally ripped my muscle shirt from my body.  It
resumed just as quickly, however, and then my body shivered
as I felt her satin and lace skirt rub against my abdomen.
   The crinkle of it upon my skin as our bodies moved as one
increased the already raging level of excitement within me
to even greater heights.  Devon was the absolute center of
my universe right now.  NOTHING could change that.

   I shouldn't have said that.

                           * * *

   I heard a loud thump upon the doorway to our suite, but
paid it no attention.  I was too submerged in my enjoyment
of the beautiful, alluring Devon.
   However, I was forced to turn around when hearing a
sudden, uncontrollable scream.  The door flew upon, and I
looked on with grave concern as Lindsay bursted into the
suite.  The teen-ager appeared frantic, her skin pale.
   "JEREMY!" she screamed, obviously very distraught.
   "What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up and turning toward
her.  Devon rose up as well, a concerned expression upon
her own face.  Lindsay, without a single bit of clothing on,
looked absolutely mortified.
   "It's Amy!" she replied with a shrieking cry.  "I... oh
God... I don't know... JEREMY!  You have to help her!"
   "What?" I asked, confused, as I slid out of bed and
made my way over to Lindsay.  I placed my hand upon her
shoulder and wondered, "What's wrong?"
   "AMY!" Lindsay answered.  "It's... she... she collapsed!"
My eyes went wide as Lindsay added, "Stephanie and I don't
know what to do!"  Lindsay went into a hysterical rage as
she screamed, "WE HAVE TO GET AMY TO THE HOSPITAL!"
   "I'll call," Devon said, as she picked up the nearby
telephone and started dialing.  "They should be able to
get a chopper here in minutes."
   Shocked and mortally scared, I looked back at Devon for a
split-second as Lindsay, still crying, sagged against me.  I
then picked Lindsay up with my right arm and literally began
dragging her toward the room which Amy and Stephanie shared.

   I did not know what the problem was, but I had to help Amy
in whatever way I could.  I was really too shocked and scared
to think of anything less.  Amy's life could be in danger...


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