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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 30 of ??
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"I just think you are so, so precious," Trish murmured,
splaying a series of kisses along Lindsay's face and neck.
"I want to worship every square inch of your body, honey."
Grinning, Trish pressed her lips to Lindsay's ear and gently
blew into it. The teasing, subtle move caused the erstwhile
20-year-old to squirm and fidget about upon the bed.
"Oh God..." Lindsay moaned in response, smashing her mouth
upon Trish's for a kiss. Groaning, Trish brought Lindsay
into her arms and embraced her warmly. The lovely pair of
blonde divas swapped both their lips and tongues together
between a hot, frenzied, open-mouthed kiss.
Through the halter-top that Lindsay wore, Trish grabbed a
handful of smallish breast and squeezed firmly. With her
other hand, the beautiful Canadian reached between Lindsay's
thighs as she spread them apart, and openly massaged their
joining through a pair of sexy, denim cut-offs.
Trish seemed somewhat surprised with the ferocity and
hunger which Lindsay put forth in their mutual kiss. She
had planted her sweet mouth upon Trish's and was seemingly
attempting to devour it. Extremely aroused, Lindsay kissed
Trish with great need and wanting, her tongue slip-sliding
and tasting all the inner recesses of her room-mate's mouth.
It wasn't too long before Lindsay reached around Trish's
voluptuous body and then latched onto her ass with both
hands. At the same time, Trish kept her right hand between
Lindsay's slender thighs and continued to openly rub and
massage her pussy through the denim shorts that she had on.
The two ladies were kissing one another so hard that the
breathing between them had become very rough and ragged. It
must have felt wonderful, though, because it seemed like
Lindsay wanted this to go on forever. However, Trish had to
eventually break the kiss in order to catch her breath.
Always the insatiable one, Lindsay used the opportunity to
attack the 27-year-old's neck with her lips and tongue. She
nuzzled her lips upon Trish's neck, then started to nibble
and bite gently. Soon, Trish was cradling Lindsay's head in
both hands as the little minx continued to lick and caress
her neck. Meanwhile, she kept massaging Lindsay's pussy.
Suddenly, Trish decided to roll her girlfriend underneath
her, and pin her shoulders to the mattress. "This is like
opening a Christmas present!" Trish giggled as she lifted
Lindsay's halter-top up, and over her head. Much to Trish's
delight (as well as mine), Lindsay was not wearing a bra.
Seated inside the lush comfort of my voyeur room, I had
my cock out and was busy stroking away as I eavesdropped on
this promising encounter between Lindsay and Trish with the
help of the surveillance system. Both of them were curled
up together on the big, round bed in their own guest suite,
working each other toward what would be a monstrous climax.
Best of all, I had a front row seat the action!
"Such small, little-girl breasts," Trish murmured, taking
them into her hands and groping away. "Your breasts are so
tiny and delicate. But they look absolutely great on you!"
She kissed each of Lindsay's rigid nipples and added, "I
love you just the way you are! I never want you to change a
thing about yourself, honey. You're perfect!"
Trish moved back a bit, then leaned over and kissed the
blonde's flat stomach and midriff. She trailed her tongue
upward, between what there was of her lovely cleavage, then
attached her lips to a nipple and began sucking away.
Trish now had one hand resting on Lindsay's denim-clad
ass while the other caressed her inner thigh. Lindsay
returned the favor by extending a single finger and gently
sliding it over and across the back of Trish's neck.
Her body shivered in response as Lindsay's finger and its
sharp, pink nail tickled and teased the back of her neck.
Nevertheless, Trish continued to suck and slurp away upon
that nipple, keeping it trapped within her lips and mouth.
"Fuck me with my dildo," Lindsay suddenly demanded. "Just
like you promised me. And do it hard."
Trish withdrew her head from her room-mate's breasts and
smiled down at her. "Wow. I try a little foreplay with
you, but you want to get right to the good stuff." Trish
leaned down and kissed her square on the lips. "Anything
for you, baby. I'll do anything to make you happy."
Trish reached for the button of Lindsay's denim shorts
and undid it, then slid the tight-as-a-glove garment down
her hips and thighs. Without a G-string or any panties on
underneath, Lindsay's now-nude body writhed and squirmed in
pure anticipation for what Trish had in mind for her.
"My favorite dildo is in the desk," Lindsay said.
As she sat on the bed, Trish leaned over and opened the
drawer to the aforementioned desk. She placed her hand
inside and without even looking, found the big, 12-inch
monster of a dildo which Lindsay had claimed as her own.
Black and made of pure rubber, I often wondered how the huge
joy-toy could fit in such a small pussy like Lindsay's.
Trish dangled the crude object before Lindsay's eyes and
giggled at her reaction. "Sometimes I think you love this
dildo more than life itself."
"Please fuck me with it," Lindsay begged.
"I will," Trish promised. "But first, will let you do
what I love doing more than anything else? I'll fuck you
with it, honey. But first I want to lick that sweet pussy."
Lindsay nodded her head as Trish dove face-first between
her outstretched thighs and went to work. Her knees high
and feet flat on the bed, Lindsay writhed around beneath
Trish as she tongued and licked her moist, damp slit.
Eventually, Trish moved a finger between Lindsay's lithe
thighs and eased it into the damp folds of her pussy.
Lindsay moaned and her body tensed in arousal, then Trish
began to thrust the finger in-and-out of her a very quick,
furious rate of speed. All the while, she continued to
lick and swipe away at the little hellcat's heated slit.
Soon, Trish withdrew her finger and decided to focus all
of her efforts into pleasing Lindsay with just her lips and
tongue. Obviously, Trish thought Lindsay had a delicious
pussy. She worked it over, and paid special attention to
her little clitoris. The Canadian brushed her lower lip
across it, which caused Lindsay to groan out in response.
Once Lindsay's body started to buck and vibrate beneath
her, Trish knew that she was close to an orgasm. She could
have went overboard with an oral frenzy, but knew that a
promise had been made - and it was now time to fulfill it.
Trish took the large, thick dildo into her hand and then
guided its massive tip between the damp folds of Lindsay's
pussy. She immediately screamed out in utter passion and
then began to churn and squirm about upon the mattress some
more. Trish smiled as she then thrusted the pleasure tool
in-and-out of her young lover at a quick, blinding speed.
"OH FUCK YES!" Lindsay screamed as her hips contracted.
"OH FUCK! FUCK ME WITH IT! HMMMMM YEAH! YESSSSS! FUCK
ME WITH IT! OH FUCK THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"
Trish continued smiling as her hand and arm were now a
blur. She was thrusting the dildo into Lindsay as fast and
as hard as she possibly could.
Once Trish inserted her tongue into the mix, Lindsay lost
control of herself. In more ways than one.
"DON'T YOU STOP FUCKING ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! HARDER!
OH GOD, _DEVON_... FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Devon?
Inside the voyeur room, I suddenly lost my erection as
Trish jerked herself away from Lindsay as if she had just
been burned. Trish, as you may imagine, looked like her
heart had just been ripped from her chest.
"Devon?" she murmured, her voice timid and weak. "Did...
did you just call out Devon's name? When _I_ was having sex
with you? No. You d-didn't. You couldn't have..."
Lindsay, who jammed the dildo back into her own pussy,
offered Trish an agitated expression. "Oh... it was an
honest mistake!" Breathing heavily, she demanded, "Come
on and finish fucking me... I'm so close to an orgasm!"
"An honest mistake?" Trish countered, curling both arms
across her front and shivering. Tears began to cascade down
her face. "You... you screamed out Devon's name when I was
having sex with you. You were thinking of Devon... not me!"
Suddenly, Lindsay's expression turned bitter. "Get back
here and fuck me with this dildo," was her demand. "Else,
you'll never touch me again. I'll just go to Jeremy and
tell him that you're harassing me." Lindsay smiled and
nodded her head in a wicked manner. "It will be just like
last year... all over again."
Those words sent a dagger through Trish's very soul. Now
crying uncontrollably, she spat out, "I love you, Lindsay!
HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT TO ME?"
Lindsay laughed and told her, "You're really nothing but
a sex-toy to me, Trish. I don't care about you. I don't
love you. I never loved you and I will NEVER love you. The
ONLY reason I took you back in the first place, and have
been nice to you, is because you remind me of Devon."
"N-No!..." Trish sobbed.
"Each time you fucked me, I pretended it was Devon," the
20-year-old continued. "This time, unfortunately... her
name slipped out. I never fucked you, Trish. All the times
I have been with you, I was fucking Devon. Not you."
Trish clutched her own stomach and fell over upon the
bed, then curled up on her side. After her crying fit had
reached its apex, Lindsay shook her head in a thoughtless
manner and pointed toward the door of their guest suite.
"Get out of _MY_ room!" she demanded, shoving Trish's
shoulder. "Get out of here before I tell Jeremy that
you're harassing me again!"
"HE'LL NEVER BELIEVE YOU!" Trish exploded, glaring at her
former girlfriend through an absolute sheen of hatred.
"Oh really?" Lindsay countered, laughing. "Do you really
think that Jeremy will believe you over me? You're a damn
psychopath, Trish! All you ever do is follow me around like
a puppy and say how much you love me. I don't want you
anymore. And I'm telling Jeremy that you're harassing me
again. Jeremy will NEVER believe you over me! I'll see to
it that he sends you back to Canada this time, too!"
With a wild grunt, Trish sprung up from the bed and then
shoved Lindsay's stack of musical CDs - perhaps 20 or 25 of
them - completely off of the nearby table. Still crying,
she then ran out of their suite like a bolt of lightning.
"Damn bitch," Lindsay murmured, shaking her head. She
then reached between her thighs and began thrusting the
dildo in-and-out of her own pussy. "I can't believe that I
have to get myself off like this. But oh well..."
* * *
Trish was not the only person who was incredibly angry.
Inside the voyeur room, I slammed an open hand down upon
the button which deactivated the hidden surveillance camera
for Lindsay's suite. Feeling sick, I stood up and clutched
my stomach with both hands. I could not believe what had
just transpired. Never once in my wildest dreams could I
envision Lindsay having such venom and hatefulness in her.
It was bad enough that she had screamed out Devon's name
while having sex with Trish. That was a crime of the soul
in and of itself. But what Lindsay said to Trish after the
fact was a million times worse. All the times they had sex,
Lindsay had been thinking of Devon? She did not care about
Trish at all? Lindsay was going to tell me that Trish was
harassing her, and get me to send her back home this time?
Still clutching my stomach, I staggered toward the wall
and dropped to one knee. I figured that everything Lindsay
had said to me in the past was a lie. Even if it wasn't a
lie, I was going to treat it as such.
Lindsay had claimed on a couple of occasions that she
loved me. Lindsay did not love me. She only loved herself.
The little bitch could have been using me as well, as a way
to get closer to Devon. I would not put it past her. Devon
was the one person that Lindsay lusted after in life. Not
Trish, not me... but Devon. She will never have her, though.
You have to be there for Trish...
That little voice inside my head was now screaming at me.
I had to find Trish and comfort her. In her current state
of mind, she could be contemplating a head-first swan dive
right off of Devon Falls. I had to find her!
Looking back at the surveillance monitors that were spread
out across the wall, I pinpointed Trish's location. She was
laying on the floor, curled up in the fetal position, and
even crying harder than before. I then noticed that Devon
and Sarah were admiring the big flower garden out back. I
quickly dialed the extension for Devon's cellular telephone.
"Get to the star room," I told her. "NOW."
After hanging up, I gave Trish one more look on the screen
and then dashed off toward the "star room" on the other side
of the mansion. Named that because the 53-inch projection
television was there (where "stars" could be seen), this room
offered a series of leather floor cushions and comforters, as
well as a snack bar and several surround sound speakers.
Once arriving, I quickly rushed over to Trish and skidded
to a stop upon my knees. Still crying, Trish only realized
my presence after I reached down and gently grasped her hand.
"I saw everything," were my quiet words. "I'm sorry, Trish.
I... I don't know what else to say. I'm so sorry."
"You... you watched us... with your cameras?"
Frowning, I nodded my head. "Yes... I did. I was having
a good time, too... until Lindsay unloaded on you."
Obviously full of mental pain and anguish, Trish shook
her head and cried, "How could Lindsay s-say that to me-me?"
She began sobbing even more. "I loved her, Jeremy! I would
have done ANYTHING to make her happy!" Trish buried her
face upon my right bicep and hissed, "I DON'T WANT TO SEE
HER AGAIN! I _NEVER_ WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN!"
"You won't have to worry about that much longer," I told
her, my voice soothing. "Lindsay will be going home soon."
Trish continued crying even as I scooped her up and held her
in my arms. "It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay. You're
much too good and too special of a person to waste yourself
on someone like Lindsay. She doesn't deserve you."
Even though I believe my words were helping her, Trish
continued crying anyway. "How could she scream out Devon's
name during sex like that? No one has EVER done that to me!
I... I heard of things like that happening before to other
people. But never to me! It's so degrading and awful!"
"Why did you call me in here?" Devon asked as she came
bristling into the star room. "What's so important?" She
then noticed that Trish, who was one of her all-time best
friends on the island, was in the middle of a crying rage.
"What's wrong?" Devon exclaimed, running over and dropping
to one knee beside Trish. "Oh my God... what happened?"
I went onto convey to Devon everything Lindsay had said
to Trish. Lindsay had screamed out Devon's name during
their sexual encounter and then threatened to tell me that
Trish was harassing her yet again. Lindsay had also been
heartless in the way that she showed no remorse for Trish.
"Oh my God..." Devon murmured, tears running down her
face, once I finished the story. She quickly embraced
Trish with both arms and sobbed, "I'm so sorry! I... I
know how much you love her!"
"Stay here with Trish," I said to Devon. "I'm going to
take care of Lindsay once and for all."
"What are you going to do to her?" Devon demanded.
"I'm going to take care of her," I reiterated. "I want
you to stay here with Trish. Keep her company."
"I HA-HATE LINDSAY!" Trish erupted. "I just HATE HER!"
* * *
Trying to control my own emotions - which were mixed with
a tremendous amount of extreme hurt and anger - I approached
Lindsay's guest suite minutes later and knocked on its door.
I did not wait for her invite me inside, though. I simply
opened the door two seconds later and strolled right in.
Lindsay, who had put her halter-top and shorts back on,
was seated upon the bed. She hesitated for a moment, then
offered her patented, sweet smile, and waved her hand at me.
"Oh... hi Jeremy! It's good to see you again."
"Hi Lindsay," I returned, my voice agitated.
Lindsay hesitated once again, then stood up and took a
step toward me. "I... I need to talk to you about Trish,
Jeremy. I... I... I..." She shook her head and finally
said, "I'm having more problems with Trish. She was talking
earlier that I should move back to Toronto with her. I told
her over and over again that I do not want to leave Ohio, or
my family, like that. But Trish would not listen to me."
My heart was falling further into my chest with every lie
that Lindsay told me. Of all people, I had been nicer and
more fair with this girl than anyone else possibly could
have. I forwarded her family money last year when they
needed it. When Devon, Kristanna and several of the others
wanted her expelled, I defended Lindsay and convinced them
to give her a second chance. I had been nothing but overly
respectful and nice in the way I routinely dealt with her.
Now? Now Lindsay was lying to me. She was lying through
her teeth. I could not believe how blind I must have been
to keep her around when mostly everyone else wanted her gone.
Times had definitely changed now, though.
"Trish was harassing me again, Jeremy," Lindsay continued.
"Why... she even said that if she can't have me, NO ONE can!"
The 20-year-old latched onto my forearm and offered up her
most frightened expression. "Trish scared me! I have tried
to be nice to her since she came back to the island but now
I learn that it was all a big mistake on my part!"
After that long diatribe, I took a very deep breath and
sighed. How could she lie so easily?
Lindsay looked at me with a quizzical expression until I
answered, "Pack your things. You're going home in an hour."
"What?" Lindsay countered, stunned.
"You heard me," I told her, my voice firm and strong.
"Pack your things. You're leaving in an hour."
"Wh... What?" she exclaimed. "WHY?"
"I don't appreciate people who lie to me."
"Lie to you?" Lindsay screeched. "Who? ME? What did I
lie to you about?" She paused and added, "Did TRISH tell
you something? Jeremy, Trish is a psychopath! She is nuts!
You saw how she treated me, and pursued me, last year! I...
I don't feel safe around her! Send Trish home! Not me!"
"Trish is not a psychopath," I told her. "She's a very
good and decent person that you hurt incredibly." I felt
like crying, but held back. "I can't believe you, Lindsay.
I can't believe that for awhile last year - a very short
while, I might add - I liked you more than I liked Devon. I
can't believe that. But I'm glad I came to my senses and
chose Devon." I paused and added, "One hour is all you got."
"I don't know what Trish said to you!" Lindsay blurted.
"But whatever it was, it was a lie! A TOTAL LIE! Trish
threatened me, Jeremy! TRISH THREATENED ME!"
"All Trish ever did was love you," I murmured, shaking my
head. "You're pitiful, Lindsay. Just pitiful. Did you
lead her on this way last year, too? I'm starting to think
that. Trish did nothing wrong this time around. I'm now
starting to think she did nothing wrong last year, too.
You toyed with her emotions and then hurt her on purpose.
Pack your things. You're going home... you little BITCH."
With those words, Lindsay started crying. An instant
later, however, Devon stepped into the room. Her arms
folded, she offered Lindsay her most spiteful glare.
"DEVON!" Lindsay whined, running over and dropping to her
knees in front of her. She latched onto Devon's leg and
cried out, "You have to talk some sense into Jeremy! Trish
told him a whole bunch of lies about me! LIES!"
"Don't you touch me!" Devon sniped, taking a step back.
"Don't ever touch me! I want you gone!"
"BUT DEVON!" Lindsay screamed, trying to close the short
distance between them by crawling on her hands and knees.
Devon would not allow her, however. She continually moved
away from her until Lindsay stopped. "I love you, Devon!
I WANT US TO BE TOGETHER LIKE IT WAS BEFORE!"
"59 minutes, Lindsay," I said, looking at my wristwatch.
"You better pack your suitcases. With or without them, you
will be gone in 59 minutes. The helicopter will be here."
Lindsay glanced my way for an instant, but then turned
her focus back to my wife. "DEVON!"
"I could NEVER love you!" Devon exploded, her eyes wide
as she glared at Lindsay. "I cannot believe how insensitive
and uncaring you are! I cannot STAND people like you!
Everything you do, you do it for YOURSELF! You don't care
who you hurt along the way... you selfish, little BRAT!"
"DEVON!..." Lindsay bawled. "Devon... we belong together!
We belong TOGETHER! I LOVE YOU!"
"Stay away from me!" Devon said, taking another step back.
She looked at me and added, "I know you told me to stay with
Trish, but Pamela came along and she is with her now. I...
I feel somewhat responsible for this. It was my name that
Lindsay screamed out while having sex with Trish. My name."
"I ONLY DID THAT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"
"And used Trish along the way, then discarded her like a
piece of worthless trash," Devon trembled, angry. "You did
the same thing to her last year. I don't care if you love
me or not. I want you out of my life."
"You also lied to me," I chimed in, my angry, bitter eyes
locked upon Lindsay. "I've been good to you since day one.
Even before I met you, I forwarded your family some money.
I didn't do that for any of the other girls. I have been so
good to you. I have given you second chances. Presents.
Gifts. I treated you with total respect. Yet you lie to
me." A begrudging smile came to my face. "At least there
is a light at the end of the tunnel. 58 minutes..."
Lindsay's eyes suddenly went wide, and I quickly got the
sense that she was looking at something over my shoulder.
"YOU!" Lindsay screamed, rising up to her feet and then
bristling right past me. I turned and found Kristanna at
the entranceway to the guest suite.
"YOU!" Lindsay reiterated. "YOU are the reason that Devon
and I are no longer together! You and your FUCKING HAND!"
Lindsay made a quick motion to grab Kristanna's injured hand
and wrist, but my wife pulled her arm away just in time.
"DEVON BELONGS WITH ME! NOT YOU! SHE IS _MY GIRL_!"
Kristanna laughed at Lindsay's vocal outburst. "Devon is
your girl, huh? Why don't we ask her whose girl she is?"
In a move that completely shocked me, Lindsay slapped
Kristanna directly across the face with an open hand.
Instead of retaliating, Kristanna kept her head tilted
to the side for several seconds. A bright red mark across
her left cheek, she eventually straightened her head back
up and focused all of her attention upon Lindsay. Needless
to say, Kristanna was FUMING with anger.
"I've been waiting for you to provoke me like this since
last year," Kristanna growled, though in a controlled tone.
"No one will blame me now for what I do to you, either."
Perhaps just now remembering that Kristanna was a black
belt in Aikido - and certainly not someone to mess with -
Lindsay screamed at the very top of her lungs and then
bolted out of the room as fast as her legs would take her.
Kristanna hesitated for a brief moment, then grinned and
went chasing after Lindsay. "You better hide!"
"Kristanna!" Devon called out, quickly running after her.
"You could REALLY hurt Lindsay! Don't lose your temper!"
Still inside the guest suite, I shook my head and looked
at my wristwatch once again. "57 minutes..."
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