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"Island Paradise" - Chapter 11 of ?? - Completely re-written
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The morning after the long, memorable gang-bang where
not only did seven beautiful ladies have their way with me
at once, but I eventually wound up popping Lindsay's cherry
as well, I found myself cruelly jarred awake by a bolt of
lightning and accompanying thunder around 7:15am. My body
had really been pushed beyond its limit over the past week
or so - thanks to these ravenous women - so I was incredibly
sore. I was so bad off that it even hurt to move.
But nevertheless, I managed to get out of bed and slowly
walk over to the collection of floor-to-ceiling windows that
oversaw the sports complex and pool outside. This island
may be a paradise, but it was not immune from the horrible
storms which hit the South Pacific on a rather routine basis.
The rain which came down so hard yesterday afternoon and
last evening had not let up one bit. Even worse, there were
continual flashes of lightning and loud rumbles of thunder
now, and the wind was gusting so much that it howled.
Having spent a lot of time on this island over the past
six years, I was used to these type of storms. However, I
was fairly certain that none of the ladies - except Kristanna
(who had been to the island a lot as well), had been through
a massive electrical storm like this.
I wanted to be sure all of that the ladies were safe and
sound. Instead of checking on them from the voyeur room, I
thought it would be best to do so in person. I threw on some
clothes and put a hat on - to hide my tousled hair - then
left my personal suite and ventured for the guest corridor.
Once there, I could hear the storm as it raged outside.
Still, I quietly opened the door to Pamela and Amy's room -
not wanting to startle them. A smile came to my face as I
saw both goddesses curled up together in bed, lost in sleep.
Their bodies were entwined and their lips close as both of
them were frolicking together in the land of dreams.
I gently closed the door and went to the next room, which
belonged to Devon and Stephanie. My eyes grew big at what I
saw. Devon and Stephanie were fast asleep as well, but they
had some company - Kristanna. All three of them were huddled
together upon the large bed, sleeping peacefully.
It was good to see that Kristanna had found some bed-mates
after the massive gang-bang which took place last evening.
The original plan was for Kristanna to share the same bed
with me once the others finally left us last night. But
instead, Kristanna was disappointed when I told her that I
was so exhausted and sore after what I had gone through that
I rather just spend the night by myself. But I was happy
that she had found a temporary home with Devon and Stephanie.
As I closed the door to their room, another lightning bolt
flashed outside, followed by the loud crackling of thunder.
I wondered to myself how these ladies could sleep so easily
through such a storm, while it woke me up so suddenly. That
certainly did not seem to make a lot of sense, right?
A check of the next suite told me that not all of them
were immune. While Trish was in bed, sleeping like a log,
Lindsay was seated at the window - looking outside. Another
lightning/thunder combination made the charming 19-year-old
cringe and shudder in absolute fright.
"Lindsay?" I said quietly. "Are you okay?"
She turned and saw me. "Jeremy!" was her exclamation.
I made my way over to her as she said, "I hate storms."
I placed my hand upon her shoulder and offered, "You must
be the only one, then. Everyone else is asleep."
"How can Trish sleep through this?" Lindsay exclaimed,
looking at her lover - all tucked away in bed. "I have been
awake for an hour because of all that lightning and thunder!"
"Everyone is asleep except you and me," I reiterated. "I
see that you don't like storms. But they happen here on the
island. Expect a couple of more really big ones before the
next nine weeks are up. It's just a way of life here."
Lindsay shrieked in fright as another bolt of lightning
struck down - this one someplace close, on the island. The
little blonde then looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I hate storms, Jeremy. I just hate them!"
I extended my hand to her and said, "I can't make it go
away, honey. But let's go to the kitchen and get something
to eat. It may help put you at ease."
Lindsay took my hand and I guided her out of the bedroom
and eventually into the spacious kitchen. Dressed in just
an oversized nightshirt, the teen-ager looked like a doll.
I felt like playing with her, of course - especially after
what happened between us last night - but knew this was not
the proper time or place to do so.
Lindsay yelped once again as another bolt of lightning
crashed down nearby. Apprehensive, she leaned against the
countertop and looked at me. "What happens if the power
goes out? It could happen."
"It could happen, yes," I told her. "I do have backup
generators installed for the kitchen and the water pressure.
I would have to summon a repairman from the mainland if the
power went out... but we would be okay with food and water."
Lindsay offered a faint smile. "That's reassuring." She
paused and added, "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but I'm really not
hungry. I just hate lightning. I can't tell you how much."
I placed the skillet and spatula, which I had just pulled
out, back into the kitchen cabinet and nodded my head at her.
"Very well, then. You're not hungry. Maybe you would like
it if I took you on a tour of the mansion?"
"Yes, I would," she nodded in response.
Lindsay then offered me a curious glance as I extended my
hand toward her. She hesitated for a quick moment or two,
then smiled and grasped my hand with her own. Next, I guided
Lindsay out of the kitchen, while pulling her hand toward my
mouth and planting a gentle, whispery kiss upon it.
"I hope you have no regrets about last night."
"Not at all," Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "I
never expected to lose my virginity to a woman I met hours
earlier in Trish, like I did the other night, and then you,
a man, who I had known for one day. But it all worked out
pretty well. I have no regrets whatsoever. Seems as though
Trish began to take my virginity, then you finished the job."
"If you don't mind me asking, dear... how can a woman who
is as beautiful as you are... how can you possibly stay a
virgin until you are 19? It seems the temptation would have
gotten to you long before now. Just by looking at you, and
then judging by how friendly and easy-going you are, I know
you had plenty of opportunities before coming here. I bet
guys and girls were beating down your door."
"I don't know about that," she responded, chuckling. "A
lot of it has to do with when my father passed away a year
and a half ago, Jeremy. I really lost interest in a whole
lot of things when that happened. It took me a really long
time to get over his loss. He was only 46 and we had no
warning that anything was wrong with him. I always thought
my dad would live to be 70 or 80. But we came home one day
and there he was... curled up on the floor." Lindsay gulped
her throat and added, "Heart attack. I was only 17..."
I pouted and shook my head at her. "I'm so sorry, dear.
Are you going to be okay? Want some tissues?"
"No," she replied, wiping away some tears from her eyes.
"I'll be fine." The young woman composed herself and took a
deep breath, then went on, "I just lost interest in a lot of
things when he passed away, Jeremy. I had just broken up
with my boyfriend because, believe it or not, he demanded
that I have sex with him after we had dated for so long. I
was not about to let someone push me around like that, so I
told him to get out my face and never talk to me again. It
made me so angry that he gave me an ultimatum like that."
"It's good that you stood up for yourself," I nodded.
"Eddie was the guy's name. He kind of soured me on the
idea of dating and relationships for awhile. Combine that
with my father passing away, and I was pretty reclusive for
a good six months. I didn't date anyone but when I finally
did, it was all casual. I really spent a lot of time with
my mom and three sisters, because what happened with my dad
made me understand how just how precious family is. Plus, I
was working 40 hours a week and going to high school. I was
so busy for awhile that I had no time for dating."
As we approached the formal dining room, I gave Lindsay a
friendly smile and said, "Feel free to shut me up at any
given time, dear, if what I say or ask is too personal for
you. The last thing I want is for you to be uncomfortable."
"You can ask me anything you want," she smiled in return.
"I feel very comfortable with you, Jeremy. I get the sense
that you are very easy to talk to. I like that."
"Thank you," I grinned, patting her on the hand while
still holding it with my other. "That's very sweet of you
to say. But it sounds like you kept pretty busy once your
father died. Work and school full-time, and then I know you
went to college, too. You're studying secondary education,
correct? Pamela has the same major you do."
"Yes, we were talking about that," Lindsay nodded. "I
want to be a teacher. I just love being around children.
Maybe one day, I can have a few of my own."
I smiled in response to those words. Hey... I wanted to
be a father one day myself. The idea flashed through my
mind about what it would be like if Lindsay was not even the
mother of my children, but also my wife and soul-mate. I was
that taken with her - and I was falling deeper and deeper
into that abyss of infatuation with every passing second.
"I love children, too," were my words. "My sister has
three of them. Whenever I go back to the states, I always
try and make a point of visiting them. Ages 13, 11 and 7."
I smiled at Lindsay and told her in a suggestive voice, "I
just haven't found the right woman to settle down with yet."
There was a moment of strained silence because of my
tone and words, but that all changed once another lightning
and thunder combination rocked the island. The lightning
was so loud and booming that Lindsay clutched my arm and
held on as if her very life depended upon it.
"Why are you so scared of lightning?" was my question.
"I understand that many women do not like it... some are
even scared of it. But it will not hurt you. The chances
of being struck by lightning are probably one in a billion."
"Consider me that one in a billion, then," she countered.
"I was struck by lightning when I was a little kid. I don't
know how I survived it. It really did not even hurt me at
all, which the doctor said was a miracle. But ever since
then, I have been scared to death of lightning. I always
just want to curl up and pray that it goes away."
"You were okay?" I offered. "That's good to know. I
guess you have a legitimate reason to be scared of it. I
never worry about what will or will not happen to me,
though. My only concern with the lightning is whether or
not it causes a power outage. That would be a real mess."
I hesitated for a moment and then continued, "I do feel very
honored, though, that you chose me as your first-ever man.
I had never with a virgin before... or in your case, a
partial virgin. It was... very exciting."
"I have only known you for 36 hours, Jeremy, but I can't
think of a better man to have my first time with." I smiled
as she added, "You sending that $25,000 to my mom was what
really got me about you. It was incredibly nice of you to
do. I thought that even more when Trish told me that you
refused to give her or the others any sort of cash advance."
"You were a special case, dear," I told her. "I am happy
to help you and your family out whatever way I can."
Lindsay smiled and leaned upward, then planted a gentle
kiss upon my cheek. "It's just been so hard on all of us.
I make ten bucks an hour - I'm the cosmetics manager at a
supermarket - but I make more money than my three sisters,
and even my mom. We all pitch in and help one another."
"Ten dollars an hour for a 19-year-old is really good," I
told her. "And you're a manager, huh?"
She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "The store boss
wants a pretty girl behind the cosmetics counter, so he gave
me the managerial job when I was thinking about quitting
last year. I really don't think that I earned that job
with good work or anything. But I don't worry about it. I
take the money and as they say, run with it."
"Did your boss actually say he wanted a pretty girl behind
the cosmetics counter?" I asked, curious.
"Oh, no," she told me. "He would never say that to me.
He's way too professional for that. But I know that is his
reasoning. Plus, I've heard things through the grapevine."
"Well... I can safely assume that if that is what your
boss wanted - a pretty girl behind the cosmetics counter - he
made the best choice with you," I offered. "I can't imagine
anyone in that store who is prettier than you."
"That's so sweet," Lindsay cooed, as her cheeks actually
reddened with embarrassment. Again, she leaned upward and
planted a gentle kiss upon my face. "I originally came here
solely because of the money possibilities, Jeremy. But from
being here this short time - with you and Trish, and all of
the others - I think this will be my best summer ever."
Even as the electrical storm raged on outside, with the
hard, unrelenting rain included, Lindsay was wide-eyed and
obviously a bit awestruck as I took her on a whirlwind tour
of the mansion. The highest standards of sophistication and
elegance were evident in every detail of the home, which
featured double beveled-glass doors providing the utmost in
natural lighting, a graceful curved staircase, marble
flooring and beautifully crafted crown moldings.
Lindsay was fascinated with the huge, L-shaped pool on the
upper level, along with the mahogany library, grand ballroom,
lounge areas and the main recreation room. What she enjoyed
more than anything else, however, was the fully-fledged IMAX
movie theater. I promised Lindsay that soon, I would treat
her and the others to a film about underwater marine life in
the six-story high theater. "With IMAX, you'll really feel
like you are diving right with the sharks," I told her.
"I only have one question," were my words, as I escorted
Lindsay back toward the kitchen. Fortunately, the storm
finally seemed to be letting up a bit outside. "Where does
your attraction for other women come from? You said that
before coming here, you had never even so much as touched
another woman - even in a common, simple way."
"I've always been attracted to women," she told me. "I
had a lot of fantasies about girls I went to high school
with, and now many of my class-mates in college. I have
always been too scared to step forward and tell any girls
that I have a attraction toward them, though. That is one
thing I love about this island of yours, Jeremy. I was
hugging and kissing Trish on the boat-ride here the other
night. I had never done that sort of thing before, quite
obviously. I do not have to worry about my inhibitions,
because it seems that all of the other girls here are just
like me. We're all here to have the time of our lives."
"Where have you been?" came a female's voice from the
kitchen as we stepped into it. The voice belonged to Trish,
who immediately closed the distance between herself and
Lindsay, and placed an arm around her shoulder. "I woke up
and you weren't there, honey. I've searched everywhere for
you. I've been worried sick, with this storm and all..."
"Oh, Jeremy was just showing me around," Lindsay said,
shooting me a smile before turning her attention toward
Trish once again. "He's a really good tour guide."
"Being in this mansion is like being in a fairy-tale,"
Trish observed. "I've always wondered what it would be
like to live in a huge, sprawling mansion such as this.
What makes it even better is that the mansion is located on
a big, beautiful island. I still wonder if I'm dreaming..."
As Trish continued talking, I lost my focus, and her
words faded away as I openly stared at and admired Lindsay.
The 19-year-old looked so ravishing in her delightful little
night-shirt as my eyes took everything about her in. The
white fabric with the two red stripes across her shoulders
and down her sides, with a Minnie Mouse design standing out
proudly over her firm, smallish breasts, was ever-so-tight.
The garment ended at mid-thigh, so Lindsay's doe-like legs
were on glorious display. They looked so very immaculate -
just like the rest of her precious, adorable body.
"Don't you agree with me, Jeremy?" Trish said, those
words vaulting me out of my private thoughts. She gave me
an inquisitive expression, as did Lindsay. "Well?"
"Of course I do," I returned, though I had no idea what
Trish was talking about. I had been gawking at Lindsay for
the better part of a minute and during that time, all of the
words spoken had been completely lost on me. Whatever I
agreed with, I hope it did not make me look like a fool...
* * *
Sometime later, in the afternoon, I was seated in my
voyeur room. But instead of eavesdropping on a live event
or happening, I had dipped into the archives and pulled up
footage from two nights ago. I missed Lindsay's first-ever
sexual experience with Trish when it happened in real-time,
but at least I could still see it with my voyeur room.
Upon the monitor, Lindsay was the image of tender, sweet
innocence. She had on a fluorescent orange halter-top which
hugged and clutched her nubile young form in a tantalizing
manner. She also wore a pair of faded denim shorts, along
with white socks and matching sneakers. Her long-flowing
blonde hair looked fabulous tied into a girlish pony-tail,
with her delicate, slender neck upon total display.
Standing just a few feet away from Lindsay was Trish, the
very attractive, supremely stacked blonde from Canada.
Whereas Lindsay was petite and frail, Trish was built and
voluptuous. As a certified fitness instructor, Trish kept
her body in excellent shape. Her breasts were very large
and pleasing to the eyes, but her smile was what had often
captivated me about her. Trish had a wonderful smile.
"You're a VIRGIN?" Trish asked upon the monitor, her eyes
wide, as she stared at Lindsay.
The little vixen, who had a rather shy look upon her face,
nodded her head in reply. "Yes Trish, I am. I've never had
sex with anyone. So maybe you can understand why I'm a
little bit apprehensive."
"My God, Lindsay... you're so beautiful!" Trish gushed,
obviously finding it difficult to believe what she had just
been told. "How can someone like you be a virgin? Surely,
you could have had your pick of anyone in high school."
"I did have my pick," was her timid response. "I just...
I held off on sex. Many guys wanted to have me."
"I can see why," Trish nodded, her tone emphatic. She
paused and then asked, "Have you ever had a boyfriend or a
girlfriend? I guess that's the next logical question."
"I have had a couple of boyfriends, but no girlfriends,"
Lindsay responded. "My most serious boyfriend, Eddie... he
gave me an ultimatum - either have sex with him, or our
relationship was over. I never dated him again."
"Good for you!" Trish exclaimed, smiling, as she patted
the innocent sweetheart upon her shoulder. "You haven't had
any girlfriends, huh? Yet you come to this island, knowing
what Jeremy expects of us? We have to be bi-sexual and very
open when it comes to sex."
"I am bi-sexual," Lindsay told her. "I just haven't got
the chance to explore that side of myself yet. I've been
attracted to other girls for a long, long time. In fact, my
first crush when I was in junior high was not on a boy...
it was on a girl. I was too scared to say anything, though."
"Do you know what you have gotten yourself into?" Trish
wondered. "I mean, Jeremy seems nice and everything. But
none of us really know exactly what he is going to want from
us. I'm not sure this island is the place for a virgin."
"I need the money," Lindsay replied, whining a bit. "It
is the only reason why I'm here. I need the money. I could
do so much with half a million dollars. Even if I get the
consolation prize - fifty-grand - I would still be happy. I
need it to help my family out."
"All of us need that $500,000," Trish said, her eyes wide.
"You won't tell anyone that I'm a virgin, will you?" the
19-year-old pleaded. "God, Trish... it's embarrassing. I
don't want everyone on the island to know about it."
"Your secret is safe with me," the Canadian assured her.
"I promise you, honey - I won't tell a soul." Lindsay must
have changed her tune, I figured. Last night during the
massive gang-bang, everyone knew that she was a virgin.
"I am nervous," Lindsay admitted, her body trembling. "I
hardly know you, Trish. I just met you tonight. But... I...
I would like it if you had sex with me. Right now."
"Sex with you?" Trish blurted, surprised. "Now? I... I
can't do that, Lindsay. I don't want to take advantage of
you that way. You may regret it in the future... a girl's
first time should be really special."
"You won't take advantage of me," Lindsay countered,
trying to sound firm. "How can you take advantage of me if
I ask you to do it? Maybe... maybe having sex with you will
better prepare me for what will happen starting tomorrow.
You're right - none of us know what Jeremy really expects.
He may turn us into sex slaves. I hope not, but I don't
want to go to his room one day as a scared virgin."
Trish giggled and told her, "I've met a lot of guys in my
life, honey. Jeremy is not going to turn us into sex slaves.
He's way too nice of a guy to do that to us. I don't know
exactly what he expects, but I don't think it will be that."
"Please make love to me," Lindsay begged Trish, grasping
her wrists with her hands and squeezing them. "I... I want
to know what it is like. I want to become a woman."
Trish sighed and shook her head before saying, "Honey,
you've never even had a girlfriend. You've never even
kissed a girl. I would feel so weird having sex with you.
I would enjoy it, yes - but again, a girl's first time
should be special and memorable. It should be with someone
that she truly loves and cares about. You... we just met
each other at the airport in Lima earlier. I've known you
for what... four or five hours now?"
"I do care about you, Trish," Lindsay remarked. "I think
it was love at first sight today. It WOULD be special - you
taking my virginity. I feel that I can trust you. If there
is anyone who takes my virginity on this island, I want it
to be you. It would be so special. Don't you like me?"
"God, Lindsay..." Trish whined. "Of course I like you...
I think you're irresistible! I just... I don't want you to
look back years from now and say this was a mistake. I
don't want to be remembered as a mistake. I just... honey,
you haven't even kissed a girl. And you want me to..."
In a very bold move, Lindsay cut Trish off by stepping
forward and pressing her lips to hers for an exploratory
kiss. Trish looked at her intently for several seconds,
then sighed as Lindsay's tongue sneaked into her mouth.
Trish's body sagged in arousal for a short moment, then she
regained her composure and met Lindsay's tongue with her
own. The two ladies embraced warmly as their wet tongues
slivered and dueled together for quite a long time.
"That was nice," Trish groaned once their kiss ended,
her lips hovering close to Lindsay's.
"It was wonderful!" the teen-ager exclaimed, full of
vibrant energy. "Oh God, Trish... I never even kissed a
girl until now. Please make love to me. I don't want to
have to beg for it, but I will if I have to. I'll get down
on my knees and beg. You're so right for me, Trish."
"No one has ever begged me for sex before," the Canadian
grinned. "If I like someone and they want to have sex with
me, I've never turned them down. It's... you're different.
I'm so attracted to you, Lindsay. But I don't want to hurt
you. I don't want to..."
"Please!" the little minx begged. "Oh God, Trish... I
want you to have me so much. Please!" She leaned forward
and pressed her mouth to hers for another feverish kiss.
Trish's resolve was seemingly fading away with every second
that went by. I watched her hands; she struggled to refrain
from grasping Lindsay's tender, precious ass.
"Okay," Trish nodded in the aftermath, breathless. She
looked at Lindsay and said, "For a virgin, you're a little
ball of fire. I'll make love to you, honey."
"YES!" Lindsay exclaimed.
Trish grasped the blonde's arm and pulled her down into a
seated position upon the bed. She waved a finger and said,
"I want you to tell me, though, if I make you the tiniest
bit uncomfortable. If I do something that you don't like,
honey... let me know. I'll stop."
"I'll like everything you do to me," Lindsay assured her,
grinning. "My only request is that you take it slow. I...
I'm still very nervous."
"Let me kiss you again," Trish purred, cupping Lindsay's
chin with her hand and then closing her mouth over hers. In
the voyeur room, I took a deep breath and sighed as Trish
explored the inner walls and tasty recesses of Lindsay's
mouth with her curious tongue. This time, it was Lindsay
who seemed to melt against her older, experienced lover.
"Hmmmmm... you're the sweetest thing," Trish purred,
before glancing downward and realizing that Lindsay's hands
were busy squeezing and massaging her breasts. Trish, who
wore a white tank-top, smiled at her counterpart before
saying, "You like my breasts, honey?"
"Oh yes," Lindsay replied breathlessly. "They're so big,
and feel so firm! There was a girl in high school I knew...
her name was Faith. She had big breasts too, but not near
as big as yours, Trish. Anyway, I used to fantasize about
what it would be like to have my face between her breasts."
"Would you like to try that with me?"
"Oh God, yes," she sighed in response. "Trish... can I
ask what your measurements are?"
"Only if you tell me what yours are," the 26-year-old
grinned. "It's a two-way street, honey."
Lindsay blushed at the mere thought. "I... I... my body
isn't any good, Trish. I... I don't think that much of it."
"What?" the Canadian exclaimed, obviously full of shock.
"You don't like your body? What's not to like about it?
Honey, you're the sweetest little thing I've ever seen!"
Lindsay pouted and told her, "That's just it... little.
I'm too little. My breasts are so small."
Trish shook her head and emphatically asked, "SO? You
don't need big breasts to have a great body, sweetheart. I
think your body is perfectly proportioned."
"I was also thinking about getting breast implants, if I
get that $500,000," Lindsay admitted.
"NO!" Trish told her, shaking her head. "No! Lindsay
honey, your body is perfect just the way it is! You... your
frame is so small and frail. You wouldn't look right with
bigger breasts. Implants... don't ruin your body like that."
"Ruin my body?" Lindsay countered. "Look at you, Trish.
You have a D-cup, at least. You look wonderful. I want to
look like you. I want a body like yours."
"My body is also thicker, and I have a good 20 to 25
pounds on you," Trish admonished her. "I weigh 118 pounds.
There's no way you're over 100, Lindsay. Big breasts fit my
body. They would look completely wrong on you."
"My measurements are 38-d, 25, 36," Trish told Lindsay
after a few seconds. "I think your body is perfect, honey.
Will you tell me your measurements now?"
Lindsay pouted and replied, "33-a, 21, 32."
"You're gorgeous," Trish smiled. "I'm going to have to
convince you of that over these next couple of months. It
would be a travesty if you got implants!"
I watched the screen intently as Trish encircled Lindsay's
body with both arms, then offered her another tongue-filled
kiss. It did not surprise me one bit to see that yet again,
Lindsay's hands had gravitated toward Trish's impressive pair
of breasts. She was cupping and squeezing both of them with
wild, reckless abandon, her tongue swirling like mad upon
Trish's through their intensive kiss.
"You want to take my tank-top off?" the 26-year-old asked,
now pecking kisses along Lindsay's neck and cheek. "Maybe
even my bra too, honey?"
"Oh God, yes..." Lindsay breathed in response.
Trish scooted back somewhat upon the bed and offered her
inexperienced lover a gracious smile. "Come on..."
Lindsay hopped up to her knees and closed the short
distance between herself and Trish. Very slowly, she
gathered the shoulder straps of Trish's tank-top and lifted
the garment from her body. Lindsay's eyes were suddenly
locked upon the sight of Trish's bra-clad breasts. If I
didn't know any better, I'd fear that Lindsay was close to a
heart attack. She was obviously a virgin here...
"Take my bra off now," Trish instructed her, giggling.
"Then, do what you said you fantasized about - stick your
face between my breasts, and go to town!"
Lindsay let loose a long, drawn-out moan, then reached
around Trish's body and undid her bra in back. Suddenly,
her bare breasts spilled into view. They were large and
firm, without a single trace of sag anywhere to be found.
Her lush nipples looked most inviting...
Lindsay seemed frozen in time for a moment, so Trish took
ahold of the back of her head, and brought her face upon her
breasts. The teen-ager rustled around for a moment, then
sighed once again as she extended her tongue and offered
Trish's vast, deepened cleavage a long, leisurely swipe.
"You like my breasts?" Trish grinned.
Lindsay burrowed her face in even deeper and proclaimed,
"I never want to leave here!"
Trish giggled once more as Lindsay really started to work
her cleavage over with both her lips and tongue. Cradling
her head with her hands, Trish was beaming with delight as
she allowed Lindsay to feast away upon her womanly delights.
Inside the voyeur room, my erection was hard, and throbbing.
Soon, Trish extended one of her own hands and looked at
it tentatively. I wondered what she was doing for a moment
or two, but then the bombshell reached down and hovered that
hand close to Lindsay's ass. I suddenly realized that Trish
was trying to decide whether or not she should touch Lindsay
there. Obviously, she did not want to make her younger
girlfriend feel the least bit uncomfortable.
Feeling confident, Trish brought her hand to Lindsay's
little ass and patted it gently through the denim shorts she
had on. When Lindsay offered no resistance - only a gentle
moan - Trish smiled and firmly squeezed the vixen's ass. In
response, Lindsay groaned and rolled her head.
"Do you like that?" Trish asked, her hand now gripping and
clutching Lindsay's tender backside in repeated fashion.
"Uh huh," she nodded in return, before moving her mouth to
one of Trish's plump nipples and sucking on it.
"Oh yeah..." the Canadian growled in response, offering
her first outward sign that Lindsay was pleasuring her. She
continued to cradle the blonde's head with one hand, while
firmly squeezing her ass with the other. I could tell that
Lindsay was getting very excited, too. Her movements were
becoming more animated, and her hunger as she sucked and
slurped away upon Trish's nipple only seemed to intensify.
In her boldest move yet, Trish's hand moved from Lindsay's
ass to directly between her thighs. She rubbed the little
vixen there - through the denim shorts - but obviously did
not get quite the reaction that she wanted.
Startled, Lindsay jumped away from her.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Trish suddenly said, both hands covering
her mouth as she looked at Lindsay in fright. "I... I didn't
mean to scare you, or anything! I... I... this is a mistake,
Lindsay. I don't think you're quite ready for this."
"No..." Lindsay whined. "I am ready for it! I... you
just scared me a bit. Can you go slower?"
"I'm going as slow as I can!" Trish told her, about to
whine herself. "MY GOD, LINDSAY... I've never been more
tender and slow with anyone in my entire life! But the
first time I touch you down there, you get all scared."
"It won't happen again," she promised. "I'm ready now."
"Don't force yourself to do this," Trish advised her.
"Perhaps you should talk to Jeremy and tell him that coming
here was a mistake. He seems like an understanding guy.
This whole summer is going to full of sex for us, honey. I
don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."
"I am ready for it," she reiterated. "I just... I need
to get my first time out of the way. Please? Please?"
Trish forged a smile and said, "You don't know how hard
it is for me, honey, to hold myself back right now."
"What do you mean?"
"I want to rip your clothes off and make mad, passionate
love to you!" Trish exclaimed, which caused Lindsay's eyes
to widen in shock. "Just looking at you... you're driving
me crazy! I seen you at the airport earlier, and you drove
me crazy then! You're just too damn irresistible!"
Lindsay straightened up and said with a confident tone,
"Then rip my clothes off, and make mad, passionate love to
me. If that is what you want, Trish, then do it."
"I can't," the Canadian frowned, cupping Lindsay's face
with her hand in a tender manner. "I want this to be
special for you. I want to cherish your body; worship it.
But I only want to do it if you are comfortable with it!"
Lindsay offered no resistance as Trish slipped her orange
halter-top up, and over her head. An instant later, she sat
idly by as Trish then unhooked her bra, and disposed of it.
Suddenly, Lindsay's bare breasts were on display.
"You have a gorgeous body, honey," Trish said, wanting to
re-emphasize her earlier point. "I can't believe that you
would want to change it with plastic surgery." She reached
out and cupped those smallish breasts, rolling and squeezing
the supple flesh with both hands.
"Do you really think I have a good body?"
"Of course I do!" Trish exclaimed, offering a smile to
boot. "You don't need to change a thing about yourself!"
Lindsay pouted and said, "All the guys I go to college
with want the girls with big breasts."
"College boys don't know what they want," Trish told her.
"Plus, you're not in college world right now. You're in
the grown-up world now. There are many people - male and
females alike - who just adore women with small, petite
frames like you. You just have to find them."
Upon the monitor, Lindsay had an apprehensive expression,
but she again offered no resistance as Trish undid her denim
shorts and pulled them down her hips and thighs. With her
bra already disposed, as well as her shoes and socks, only a
flimsy pair of panties separated Lindsay from being totally
nude. Overjoyed, Trish licked her lips at the mere sight.
"I don't see how you've kept this body concealed from
others for so long," the 26-year-old purred, her eyes
flashing with arousal. "You're so beautiful, honey."
Trish offered another smile before she rolled Lindsay
onto the comfortable mattress beneath her. The pair of
ladies then moaned in unison as they shared another heated
kiss, their velvety tongues dancing in a blissful symphony.
Not surprisingly, Lindsay was mauling Trish's breasts with
both hands again. She seemed fascinated with them...
A moment later, Lindsay's entire body was shuddering with
pure arousal as Trish was splaying tender kisses all across
her smallish breasts, as well as her nipples. Being very
loving and compassionate, Trish took one of Lindsay's pert
nipples into her mouth and sucked on it gently. I enjoyed
the reaction she got; Lindsay let out a wild moan as she
arched her neck and back high off the mattress.
"Gorgeous..." Trish whispered, her tongue now blazing a
hot trail over and across Lindsay's breasts. She glanced up
at her young lover and said, "Are you really ready, baby?
Are you ready to go the whole way?"
"With you I am," Lindsay replied, nodding her head.
"Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime," Trish
murmured, now eyeing the silken joining of Lindsay's thighs -
concealed only by a silky pair of panties. "Although... once
I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop."
"Do it, Trish," the teen-ager encouraged. "Do it. I
want you to do it. Show me what it's like to be a woman."
Instead of jumping right in and letting herself go, Trish
wanted to prolong the moment.
Now cupping one of Lindsay's breasts with her right hand,
she slowly trailed her tongue down the blonde's quivering
torso. Trish licked and swiped at Lindsay's midriff for
several seconds, then stopped and planted a series of angel
kisses upon her stomach. A moment later, she was tonguing
away at her belly button.
Obviously, Trish wanted Lindsay to receive the maximum
amount of pleasure from their encounter. I thought she was
displaying a remarkable amount of self-control. I don't
know if I could be that slow with Lindsay during sex, simply
because the little vixen drove me absolutely insane.
"That's the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Trish cooed
as she slipped Lindsay's panties down and off, her tight,
lithe body trembling with desire. Now totally nude, Lindsay
gulped her throat as she stared up at Trish. "You're the
prettiest girl I've ever seen!"
All Lindsay could do was offer a nervous smile.
"Relax, honey," Trish smiled, reaching up and stroking
her face with a hand. "I know how nerve-racking this can
be. I remember the first time I spread my legs for someone
else. I was so scared... but Melissa made it all better."
"Another girl? What did she do?"
Trish grinned once more and replied, "Melissa made me feel
like a princess. She prodded and teased me with her tongue,
and then, she made me explode in orgasm." Lindsay's body
shivered as Trish added, "I'm going to do the same to you."
Lindsay squealed and moaned in response as Trish's head
then settled between her outstretched thighs. First she
planted a series of tender kisses upon Lindsay's lower
abdomen, then the insides of her thighs.
But when Trish's tongue made its initial contact with
Lindsay's pussy, the 19-year-old let loose with a thunderous
squeal as her slender legs vibrated in the sensations. Trish
smiled in return, then extended her skilled tongue and swiped
away at those damp, tender folds in a slow, languid manner.
"Such a pretty pussy," the Canadian reiterated, her tongue
constantly swirling. "I shouldn't have expected anything
less from you, sweetheart. Your whole body is one complete
thing of beauty. Oh wow..." Trish murmured, extending her
tongue fully and licking the full length of her exposed slit.
"Your pussy is absolutely delicious, too!"
"Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, her eyes wide, both hands
upon her own breasts as her body writhed and squirmed about.
"Oh God, Trish... that feels so good!"
"Hmmmmm, you taste good!" she reiterated, her soft tongue
now offering a series of full, loving swipes upon Lindsay's
folds. "You even smell good. You're so precious, honey."
Trish may have taken the route of providing excessive
compliments, but Lindsay surely did not seem to mind. I
think it was good that Trish was so very complimentive, too.
Lindsay was obviously at a point in her life - judging from
her comments about implants - where she needed to build
confidence in herself, and have some assurance from others.
Trish was doing an excellent job in both regards.
"Tell me if you like this," she quietly murmured, her
tongue now jabbing and poking at Lindsay's little nub of a
clitoris. Immediately, the excited young blonde began to
wail out in extreme, lustful pleasure. "Hmmmmm... I guess
I'll take that as a `yes'." Trish giggled and coyly asked,
"Are you enjoying yourself, sweet princess?"
"God, yes!" Lindsay replied. "YESSSSS!"
"How you stayed a virgin this long is beyond me," Trish
smiled, shaking her head. "I'm glad to be your first,
though. I want you to enjoy yourself."
"I am, Trish! I AM..."
"Let's help you GET OFF, now."
Lindsay's entire body started to buck and churn about
upon the bed in unspeakable desire as Trish really bared
down on her pussy with her lips and tongue. For a brief
moment, she took Lindsay's clitoris into her mouth and
nibbled upon it ever-so-gently.
The little minx's body was thrashing about so wildly upon
the bed that Trish had to place both hands upon her hips in
an attempt to hold her still. She jabbed at that clitoris
with her tongue, teasing and playing with it, while Lindsay
continued to shudder and vibrate about in ultimate passion.
She really seemed to go off the deep end once Trish parted
the sweet, delicate folds of her pussy with a pair of
fingers, and inserted her tongue for a luscious taste.
"OH GOD!" my Heaven-sent angel screamed out, her movements
becoming too strong and frenzied for even the stronger, very
athletically-inclined Trish to handle. "OH GOD... WHAT IS
HAPPENING? I... FIRE! FIRE! MY PUSSY IS ON _FIRE_!"
Since she was in the process of losing her virginity), it
did not take a great deal of work from Trish for Lindsay to
experience her first orgasm. She withdrew her tongue from
the silken depths of Lindsay's pussy, then concentrated on
her clitoris once again. Trish swirled her tongue in hot
circles around it, wanting her young lover to explode.
"OH MY _GODDDDD_!" Lindsay suddenly screamed, her thighs
clenched tightly upon Trish's blonde head. "I'M... IT'S...
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The juices of sweet orgasm were flowing from Lindsay's
pussy as if a river dam had burst. She was grabbing her
breasts, squeezing them with all of her strength, as her
cries and screams of intense passion echoed throughout the
room they shared together. Trish's tongue was lapping up
the luscious fruits of her labor, and did not stop until
Lindsay's overheated slit had finally run dry...
In the moments following that monumental orgasm, Trish
moved up Lindsay's body and kissed her tenderly upon the
mouth. The two ladies glanced at each other and smiled once
their kiss ended, then Trish placed the side of her face
upon Lindsay's and laid down with her upon the bed.
"That was... it was... AWESOME..." Lindsay groaned.
Trish smiled and offered Lindsay, whose body was glowing,
another kiss on the lips. "You were awesome, honey." The
voluptuous siren smiled once more and said, "Now I have all
night to teach you how to eat a woman's pussy - MINE!"
All Lindsay could do in response to those words was moan
and lick her lips in anticipation...
* * *
Needless to say, I had an incredible erection as I sat in
the voyeur room. Having just watched the footage of that
sweet thing losing her virginity to another woman was more
than enough to drive me well beyond the point of insanity.
Suddenly, I felt as though I was at a crossroads in life.
My feelings for Lindsay were spiraling out of control, but
Devon made me promise her something last week:
"That I always remain your favorite," Devon told me. "I
want you to promise me that. No matter how many times you
get together with the other girls, I want to be assured that
I am your favorite." Devon paused and added, "If you start
to like one of the other girls more than me, I want you to
come forth and tell me right away. Is that too much to ask?"
No, it was not too much to ask. And of course, I did
promise Devon everything that she wanted me to. Now, it was
time to sort through my feelings, and make sense of them.
At this point in time, though, it appeared as if Lindsay
had overtaken Devon as my personal favorite. If that was
indeed the case, I had something important to say to Devon.
Hopefully, I would not break her heart in the process...
<<<- End of Part 11 ->>>
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