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"Island Fever" - Chapter 18 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2006
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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The western side of the island included a crescent-shaped
beach of white sands that led to azure waters all framed by
graceful palm trees. Its long curve of sand was protected by
a barrier reef, which made the water ideal for swimming and
snorkeling. The setting was very beautiful, indeed, and it
should be noted that this particular beach was one of my
favorite locations of all on the whole island.
Seated around a warm, soothing fire on the west beach as
twilight approached on this Wednesday evening, all seven of
the ladies and I were finishing up a grill-out dinner which
consisted of skinless bratwursts and mettwursts, regular hot
dogs, boneless rib eye steaks and sockeye salmon fillets.
The sky was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange, with
thin clouds scattered here and there, as the sun slowly but
surely made its nightly descent into the horizon. The sound
of the waves gently lapping the shoreline was so tranquil and
relaxing that one could easily fall asleep here.
Everyone was laughing and having a good time as we sunk
our teeth into the scrumptious meal. Everyone, that is,
with the exception of Trish. It was obvious that Trish was
still feeling the after-effects of Lindsay having dumped her
yesterday. Trish was deflated, depressed and very subdued,
and did not say much of anything while everyone else chatted
up a storm. Trish was well aware of all of the time her
beloved Lindsay had spent with Amy as of late. She also
knew of the nasty things they had recently done together.
It seemed criminal to me that a woman who was not only as
beautiful as Trish, but also so sweet and kind-hearted, was
feeling down in the dumps. Trish possessed lavish, sleek
legs and large, firm breasts, which were accentuated even
more by her otherwise trim, athletic figure. She had blonde
hair that was long and flowing, big green eyes and a very
pretty, elegant face. I wished that Trish was happy...
Suffice it to say, I felt sorry for Trish. But was there
anything that I could do? Certainly, I could not go up to
Lindsay and demand that she stop spending so much time with
Amy, and focus all of her attention on Trish. Lindsay and
Amy came from the same area (Cincinnati) and had a few things
in common - most notably, a love for physical, harsh sex.
Their bondage sessions were becoming quite legendary - at
least in my eyes. I could barely wait until the next one!
Everyone on the island was well aware of the fact that
Trish was in love with Lindsay, and wanted to devote her
entire life to her. Trish was at the point in her life - at
the age of 30 - where she wanted to settle down and enter
into a life-long relationship and commitment. Unfortunately,
the same could not be said for Lindsay. She simply wanted
to experiment and enjoy her sex to the fullest, without any
real emotional attachment involved. Thus, enter Amy - who
seemed perfect to give Lindsay what she wanted. Amy was a
self-admitted nymphomaniac whose passion knew no boundaries.
In that sense, at least, Amy was an ideal match for Lindsay.
Lindsay had opted to give Trish the cold shoulder during
our grill-out dinner at the beach. Lindsay did not even
offer Trish a single look during the entire two hour picnic.
That was very disheartening to me.
Thus, Trish was continually subjected to the sight of the
love of her life - Lindsay - laughing and hamming it up with
Amy. I have been in that position before - as many people
have - and I can attest that it is not a very good feeling.
It must have tore Trish apart inside to witness Lindsay be
so happy and jovial with Amy, as well as the rest of us at
the beach, while at the same time, completely and totally
shutting her out. Several times, it appeared as if Trish
was so hurt by this treatment that she was going to cry.
At one point, Kristanna grabbed Trish by the hand and
guided her toward a secluded corner of the beach. They were
much too far away for me to listen in on their discussion,
but I could tell by their body language and facial reactions
that Kristanna was doing her best to lend Trish some advice.
I felt like getting up and walking over to them and joining
the conversation, but held back and stayed put. Kristanna
was more than capable enough of giving Trish good advice.
Still, I wanted to join them. It seemed as if Trish could
use a friendly, reassuring hug in the worst way possible.
Eventually, she got one from Kristanna. I was happy.
It was pitch-dark outside when the collection of women
finally decided that it was time to go back to the mansion,
and retire for the evening. Kristanna led everyone, minus
Devon, on the return walk to the estate. I frowned as
Camille placed an arm around Trish, who simply let out an
agitated sigh in response. Trish was feeling miserable, as
Lindsay laughed and squealed while riding Amy piggy-back.
It was obvious that Trish wanted to give Lindsay that ride.
Devon decided to stay with me as I gathered the paper
plates and plastic utensils everyone had used during our
dinner meal, and placed them into a trash bag.
As I was doing so, Devon approached me from behind and
wrapped her arms around me. She placed the side of her face
between my shoulder blades and let out a content, peaceful
sigh. "Isn't that a beautiful sight?" she asked, motioning
toward the rippling ocean, which was drenched in moonlight.
The white tips of the moonlight upon the water was quite a
majestic sight, indeed. "I could stay out here all night."
"That can be arranged, princess," I told her, smiling.
"We could put up a tent and sleep out here tonight if you
want. We don't even need a tent, if you'd prefer. I could
grab some sleeping bags from the storage shed."
"We only need one sleeping bag, Jeremy," Devon told me,
her voice tented with a mixture of suggestive eroticism and
playfulness. Still embracing me from behind, the luscious
blonde grazed her hand over and across my chest several times
in succession. "I would also like to make a request."
"And I would like to grant your request," I quickly said.
Devon hesitated, then took a deep breath. When I turned
around to look at her, she finally spoke up. "I know this
may be a bit early in our relationship, Jeremy, but I would
really like to be your room-mate." Devon hesitated again,
but then nodded her head with a renewed air of confidence as
I looked at her, slack-jawed. "I really want to be with you,
Jeremy. I want to spend more of my time with you. I...
I..." Devon looked down for a moment before re-focusing on
me. "I want to devote my entire life to you."
I would absolutely love for Devon to be my room-mate. I
enjoyed spending time with Devon, so it seemed like a good
fit. She had been a frequent guest of mine overnight many
times already. Plus, Devon and I were already hinting at
the possibility of marriage together. Having Devon as my
permanent room-mate would be fantastic for me, and I would
be a fool to pass the opportunity up. On the other hand,
the possibility did come with a _VERY_ serious question...
What about the voyeur room?
How could I keep the voyeur room a secret from Devon if
she and I shared my personal suite, which had the only
access to the voyeur room located within it? Over time, it
would be impossible. I was not sure that I was at the point
where I felt secure enough to share my perverted, little
secret with Devon - or any of other ladies, for that matter.
If Devon knew about the voyeur room, how would she react?
Would Devon feel hurt? In her mind, would I have betrayed
her? Would she feel that I had violated the privacy of her
and all of the other ladies as well? Or would Devon allow
me to explain myself and eventually realize that I meant no
harm whatsoever with the voyeur room? Those are questions
that I would have to know the answers to before I even
considered introducing Devon to the voyeur room.
On the other hand, I could not say _no_ to Devon. She
wanted to be room-mates with me. How could I deny her? I
did not want to deny Devon. I wanted to be room-mates with
Devon, too! Indeed, it seemed like an ideal fit for us.
As for the voyeur room, I would think of something. I
was not about to shy away and pretend that it did not exist.
I had a certain, growing addiction when it came to that
room. Unfortunately, the feelings and urges within me were
only getting worse. That, I was worried about.
"I'd love for you to be my room-mate, princess."
The biggest, most heartwarming smile suddenly came across
Devon's face as she wrapped both arms around me in a loving
embrace. "Thank you, Jeremy. Then it is settled." Still
smiling, Devon released me from her arms and offered a wink.
"Maybe this will be the start of you and me playing HOUSE for
the next 50 or 60 years. Would you like that, Jeremy?"
"I would prefer eternity," I said in response to Devon's
not-so-subtle hint of a marriage and life-long commitment
between us. "I love you, Miss Devon. You know that?"
She smiled again. "Yes, I do. And I... love you!"
* * *
It was 9:45pm that very same evening when I found myself
perched in a familiar spot - the control panel in my beloved
voyeur room. On one screen, the duo of Kristanna and Trish
were once again practicing their martial arts skills in the
large central room, which was located downstairs. Kristanna
was the expert in an Israeli form of the martial arts called
_Krav Maga_, while Trish's main specialty was kickboxing. It
was excellent to see that Trish was keeping busy. Sitting
around and doing next to nothing would most likely only add
to Trish's personal misery concerning Lindsay.
As Kristanna and Trish sparred together in a very safe and
controlled manner, my sweet Devon was relaxing on the sofa
off to the side. It was clearly obvious to me that she was
interested in what Kristanna and Trish were doing. Perhaps
Devon wanted to take up self-defense, too?
On the other active monitor, however, the four-some of
Pamela, Lindsay, Amy and Camille were all seated upon the
floor in the front room of the estate. Their conversation
definitely appeared to be very light and playful. All of
them were giggling and having a great time together.
"My first sexual experience, believe it or not, was with
another girl," Pamela said as I flipped the hidden microphone
for the front room on. This sounded _very_ interesting...
"Do tell!" Camille cooed, her voice full of enthusiasm.
"It happened when I was just a sophomore in high school,"
Pamela began. "I was only 15. Her name was Angelina."
"What did Angelina look like?" Camille inquired.
Pamela smiled and responded, "Angelina was beautiful. She
had jet-black hair, a gorgeous face and an awesome body."
Amy giggled. "Sounds like someone I would like to meet!"
"You have never met a pussy you would not like, Amy,"
Pamela chided her. "A cock too, for that matter."
"Ain't that the truth!" Camille giggled.
"Anyway," Pamela resumed, "Angelina and I were the best of
friends. We had known each other since pre-school. Every
Saturday night, we would have a sleep-over. One week it was
at her house, the next week it was at mine."
"Just the two of you?" Amy confirmed.
"Yes, just the two of us," Pamela nodded. "I can look
back on it now and realize that Angelina had a crush on me
for a very long time. I did not realize it then, though.
One night during a sleep-over, though, that all changed."
"Angelina and I would always stay up late into the night
and talk. We would talk about anything and everything.
School, teachers, fashion... guys we liked. I guess it was
like one or two o'clock in the morning this one night when
Angelina asked me if I had ever been kissed. I was only 15
back then, and I hadn't been on my first date yet. So I
told her that the answer was no, I had never been kissed."
"I think I know where this is going," Amy grinned, a
wicked gleam in her eyes. "In fact, I know I do."
Pamela smiled and continued, "Angelina told me that she
had been kissed before. She said how wonderful it made her
feel. Her exact words were that it felt as if she had been
swept off her feet, and fireworks went off overhead. She
made it sound so great... and it made me very jealous."
"We then started talking about guys we would like to kiss.
Guys at school, movie stars and musicians... even a teacher
both of us liked. All of the talk was making me pretty hot.
I told Angelina that I needed to find a boyfriend, preferably
one of those guys we talked about, and kiss him. I wanted
to get my first kiss out of the way so very bad."
"Angelina then told me that I did not have to wait. She
said my first kiss was closer than I ever expected it could
be. Naturally, I was confused and had no idea what she was
hinting at." Amy nodded in approval as Pamela mused, "All of
a sudden, Angelina pressed her lips to mine and kissed me."
"We have ignition!" Amy exclaimed.
"I freaked out at first, and pulled away from her," Pamela
said. "I really had no idea what to think. I asked Angelina
what she was doing. I told her she was crazy. And I told
her that I was not one of those lesbians I had heard about."
"Angelina said there was nothing for me to be upset about.
She said that her kissing me did not make me a lesbian.
Angelina's claim was that she wanted me to know what it felt
like to be kissed. She told me that I was her best friend
and she did not want me to be left out in the cold anymore."
"Still, I was kind of worried and frantic. I was against
it. I asked her what if our friends at school got wind of
this. Our reputations would be ruined. Surely, we would
not be welcome on the cheerleading squad anymore. I just
kept rambling and rambling on until... she kissed me again."
"This time, Angelina got on top of me and immediately slid
her tongue into my mouth," Pamela swooned, with a far-out
expression on her face. "When I felt her tongue first touch
mine, it was as if the whole world had stopped. There was
nothing for me to protest or complain about anymore. A
sudden rush of excitement seemed to wash over my body all
at once... and I was hooked. I kissed her back."
Lindsay, who had been quiet for the discussion thus far,
simply sat by and listened to Pamela's storytelling while
openly massaging herself through the white cotton shorts
she wore. There was a definite look of arousal on her
sweet, enchanting face as she gazed squarely at Pamela.
"That kiss must have lasted a good minute or two," the
buxom blonde continued. "When it was over, Angelina kind of
pulled away and smiled at me. She knew I was hooked. She
kissed me again. And again. And again. Everything she did
was so slow and sensual, but also powerfully erotic."
"I was floating on cloud nine, for sure, but then got my
senses back when Angelina started to tell me how beautiful I
was. She asked if anyone else had ever told me how gorgeous
I was. All the while, she was groping and massaging my
breasts with her hands. I wanted to complain and stop her,
but I couldn't. I was SOOOOO turned on. My pajama top came
off and then she was going from breast to breast, licking
and sucking on each of my nipples. It got me even more hot."
"Angelina kept telling me how pretty I was. Soon, I felt
my pajama bottoms being pulled down. Once again, I wanted to
protest, but I couldn't. My body was on fire. Angelina went
from complimenting me to saying that she had wanted to do
this with me for as long as she could remember. An instant
later, her head was between my thighs."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay groaned, still frigging her pussy
through the shorts she wore. "I cannot tell you how many
times I've fantasized about a friend seducing me like that!"
Pamela nodded her head and continued, "I couldn't believe
that I was letting another girl do this to me, but I was so
aroused and excited. Angelina's tongue was all that mattered
to me. She was slow and loving, and brought me to an orgasm
that I will never, EVER forget. She lapped up my juices and
then we started kissing again."
"It gets kind of hazy after that," Pamela murmured. "I
think we fell asleep in each others' arms, but when I woke
up in the morning, Angelina was gone. My mom said that she
had woke up early and went home. I called her, but there was
no answer. The day after that, Monday, I immediately sought
Angelina out in school and found her. Angelina said she was
afraid that I hated her because, in her own words, she had
coerced and seduced me into sex. She was about to cry."
"I assured her that was not the case. Instead, I told
Angelina that both of my parents would be working late that
day, and my two sisters would be out with their friends. I
asked Angelina if she would like to go over to my house after
cheerleading practice, because I wanted her to use her tongue
on me again. And I wanted to return the favor."
"From that point on, Angelina and I were the closest of
friends," Pamela added. "Let me tell you... Angelina and I
shared EVERYTHING. We dated and saw a lot of other people
throughout the years, but she was always there for me when I
needed her, and vice-versa." Pamela frowned and added, "But
she got transferred in her job six or seven years ago, and
except one time, I never saw her again. She now lives in
Southern California, and is married."
Lindsay must have brought herself to her own orgasm with
her twiddling fingers. I definitely got that sense as she
sat up with a flushed look on her face, before shaking her
head vigorously as if to clear the cobwebs.
Amy smiled at her. "How many times did you fantasize
about that exact scenario happening to you, honey?"
"Every night," Lindsay admitted, taking a deep breath.
"Any particular girl?" Camille wondered.
Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "I was attracted to a
lot of girls, but there was this one at the grocery store
where I work at. Her name is Megan. She still works
there, I guess. We have always been friends, but I have
the biggest crush on her. I'm a cosmetics clerk there,
and Megan works in non-foods. A lot of times, since I help
out in non-foods and she helps out in cosmetics whenever the
need arises, we work together for an entire shift. Megan is
probably my best friend, but I could never tell her that I'm
attracted to her. She would want nothing to do with me!"
"How do you know that?" Amy inquired. "What if Megan
fantasizes every night about sticking her face between your
legs, and licking your pussy?" Lindsay fidgeted about at
the very idea as Amy continued, "What if she lays in bed at
night and fingers herself to sleep, fantasizing about you?
Maybe... rimming your tight, little ass with her tongue?"
"AMY!" Lindsay squealed, now very uncomfortable.
"That is the problem in today's world," Amy commented.
"Everyone is afraid to say what is on their mind, and let
their feelings be known. How long have you known Megan?"
"She started working there a few months after I did,
which was two years ago," Lindsay responded.
"What if Megan has the same thoughts about you, Lindsay?"
Amy asked. "What if? Just think about it. What if? You
have wasted two whole years by not talking to Megan, and
letting her know how you feel." Amy smiled as a familiar,
wicked gleam came to her eyes. "For two years, you could
have been sneaking off on your break to a dark corner of the
storage room where you work, and licking Megan's pussy."
Amy giggled as she concluded, "Maybe even inviting a couple
of guys back there to join in on the fun..."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay moaned, squirming about at the idea.
"I'm not that type of girl!"
"Yes you are," Amy quickly shot back.
"If Megan felt the way about Lindsay as you speculate she
did," Pamela observed, looking at Amy, "she could have very
easily stepped forward, too."
"Speculate?" Amy exclaimed, her eyes wide. "The way I
SPECULATE that Megan felt about Lindsay? Pamela, sweetie...
have you seen Lindsay?" Amy pointed toward the teen-ager
and continued, "Lindsay is BEAUTIFUL. Lindsay is so fucking
hot! She could turn any girl or woman into a lesbian!"
"Amy..." Lindsay breathed, blushing at her strong words.
Her attention focused on Lindsay, Camille giggled and
shook her head. "You really have no idea how incredibly hot
and gorgeous you are. Right, honey? None whatsoever."
Lindsay offered a nervous smile. "No one ever spoke to
me the way you girls do until I came here to the island."
"That is because, up until now, you were surrounded by
children," the 31-year-old Amy told her. "Little kiddies
from high school who did not know their left from right.
Boys that age, especially, are clueless. Just clueless."
"The tight, little teen-age girl is never appreciated the
way she should be by the boys and girls around her in high
school," Camille commented. "In fact, I think that the
tight, little teen-age girl - like you, babydoll - is only
fully appreciated by those who are older."
"People like us," Pamela chimed in.
"Yeah," Amy agreed. "A lot of high school and college
boys are continually lusting after women who are five or
ten years older. I have a neighbor who is age 19 back in
Ohio, and he has the major hots for me. But what guys that
age should be doing is concentrating on girls their own age.
There is NOTHING quite like the ultra-fresh, innocent girl.
I finally realized that once I turned 27 or 28, myself."
Smiling, Amy gazed at Lindsay. "You should have given me
your virginity, girl. Not Trish and Jeremy."
"You would have put me into bondage and ripped me apart!"
Lindsay squealed, her face a bright, crimson shade of red.
"That is no way to lose your virginity!"
Amy licked her lips and grinned in a hot, fiendish manner.
"You would have enjoyed every single moment of it, too. Come
on Lindsay. Admit it. You like being tied up. You like
being submissive to me. You like being my personal SLUT."
Lindsay frowned, but reluctantly nodded her head. "Yes."
Camille eyed Lindsay from head to toe, and licked her lips
at the beautiful sight. "When you still were in high school,
Lindsay, I have this vision of you being the teacher's pet."
"The teacher's SEX pet, you mean?" Amy clarified.
As Lindsay squirmed and fidgeted about in response to
those words, Camille licked her lips and murmured, "Yes."
"If I was your teacher," Amy said to Lindsay, "I would
have given you an education in _Pussy Licking 101_. You
would not have passed, either, until you had many classroom
hours of study and hard work!"
Giggling, Camille reached out with her right hand and
caressed the side of Lindsay's hip. "I would have enrolled
you in _Ass Fucking 101_, honey." Lindsay's face turned
beet-red as Camille added, "That's the tightest, sexiest
little ass that I have ever seen."
Pamela grinned. "I cannot argue with that."
"I've already fucked her ass with a dildo," Amy grinned,
seeming proud of the accomplishment. "Her anal cherry is
one cherry that Jeremy did not get to pop. I popped it!"
"Oh my Lord..." Lindsay groaned. "Will you guys stop
talking about me in such a rude and degrading way?"
Amy offered a mischievous grin. "Why? You like it."
"You nasty, teen slut," Camille chided her.
"Becoming a little whore takes a lot of practice," Amy
said to Lindsay, who hung her head low (in despair?) and
gulped her throat. "You're well on your way."
"What's wrong?" Pamela wondered.
Lindsay frowned again. "I just sometimes wonder what my
dad thinks of me nowadays."
"Isn't your father dead?" Pamela asked. "He passed away?"
"Last November," the nubile vixen nodded. "But I know he
is in Heaven right now, keeping an eye on me. He is watching
my mom at all times. He is watching my three sisters - Gina,
Jennifer and Allison - at all times. And he is watching ME at
all times. I just wonder sometimes what dad thinks about the
decision that I made to come to this island." Lindsay took a
deep breath. "I lost my virginity less than two weeks ago.
Yet I have probably had sex 15 times since that afternoon. I
have had sex with seven different people, too..."
"You are spiraling out of control," Camille observed.
"The main reason why you decided to come to the island was
for the money," Pamela reminded Lindsay. "Your dad did not
have any life insurance, right? After he passed away, the
bills started to mount up and your mom was nearly in debt."
"By coming here and being guaranteed a minimum of $100,000
in cash, you are helping your family out of their financial
difficulties," Camille said. "Isn't that what you told us,
honey? All of that money goes right to your mom?"
"Jeremy already wired my mom the money during our first
week here," Lindsay grinned. "That was really nice of him."
"Your dad is probably proud of you because you are helping
your family out by being here," Amy speculated. "Without the
money Jeremy sent your mom, she may have had to file for
bankruptcy. That is what you told me the other night. I do
not think your father would want that. He is proud of you."
"Maybe..." Lindsay pouted.
"Why wouldn't he be?" Camille wondered.
"I was raised in a very church-oriented family," Lindsay
responded. "Sex outside of marriage was considered a very
bad thing. My father was a minister. I just... I sometimes
wonder if he approves of all of the things that I do on this
island. Having sex with every living person in sight, you
know. Amy putting me into bondage, calling me bad names.
Even having sex with other women, period. My dad had no
idea that I am just as interested in girls as I am guys.
There are times when I wonder what he thinks about that."
"You seem happy here, Lindsay," Pamela cooed. "Are you?"
"Yes."
"Then your father should be happy for you," Pamela mused.
"If you are happy here, Lindsay, then he should be happy,
too. Plus, you are here to help your family. I really see
no reason why your father would not approve of you being on
the island. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do."
Lindsay lowered her head and murmured, "I guess..."
* * *
Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies
has been working on automobiles. I am certainly no expert
in the field, but I do know my way around vehicle repair and
upgrades. As a result, I do not have to have my trusty, old
1987 _Jeep Wrangler_ shipped to the mainland when it needs a
tune-up, or hire a master mechanic and have him come here. I
am more than capable of doing the work myself.
After breakfast on Thursday, June 22, 2006 - which, by the
way, happened to be Amy's 32nd birthday (a surprise party was
planned for her later tonight) - I finally broke down and
decided it was high time that I finally give the _Jeep_ the
tune-up which I had been putting off for the past couple of
months. I had purchased all of the repair and upgrade parts
on the mainland long before the ladies made their arrival
here on the island. Now, I had the urge to break everything
out of the storage shed and get to work on the _Jeep_.
In the maintenance garage just east of the mansion, I was
fairly focused on the tune-up job after more than an hour of
doing it. Only a few things could have possibly broken my
concentration at this precise moment in time.
"Aren't you ever gonna finish with that _Jeep_?" came a
familiar female voice from outside the garage. Of course,
that particular voice easily broke my concentration.
I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered
around the raised hood of the _Jeep_. Yes, it was Lindsay.
Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Lindsay's
face and head were visible as she mischievously peeked
around the side of the building. God, she was beautiful!
"I should be finished soon," was my reply. "Why, honey?"
Lindsay rolled her eyes in response, then flashed me that
sweet, tender smile of hers. "Ohhhhh... I don't know. It's
just... I am feeling kind of... fluttery, this morning."
"Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised.
She smiled once again and nodded her head for emphasis.
"Yeah, fluttery. Happy. Carefree. Fluttery... you know?"
I held back a laugh and answered, "I guess..."
Lindsay giggled as she stepped out from behind the corner
of the building, and into the garage itself. At that exact
moment in time, my heart literally skipped a beat and I
dropped the heavy, steel wrench on the ground beside me.
"Do you like my outfit?" Those sweet-sounding words
brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment
later, once I blinked and re-focused on her, my jaw hit
the ground. Lindsay was the cheerleader of my dreams...
The 18-year-old wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a
green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it.
The sweater-vest was a tight fit, naturally, and showed off
Lindsay's humble, beautiful curves in an enticing manner.
The vest also bore the name and emblem of the high school in
Ohio which Lindsay had just graduated from three weeks ago.
The skirt she wore was green-and-white, with knife-like
pleats all around it. The skirt was made of a very light
cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as Lindsay
stepped closer to me. It was also very short and low-cut.
Underneath the little skirt, a pair of yellow cheerleader
panties could barely be seen. From what I saw, they looked
purely intoxicating. Lindsay's outfit was topped off with
green socks which were rolled down to her little, slender
ankles, and a pair of white athletic sneakers.
It should be noted that Lindsay's cheerleader uniform was
the exact, same outfit which she wore during one of our
prior sexual encounters. I loved the sight of cheerleader
Lindsay then, and those feelings have certainly not tapered
off whatsoever in the time since. If anything, Lindsay
looked even more beautiful now than she did the last time!
"Oh God..." I moaned, my eyes ravaging her luscious body,
encased in that sinful, little uniform, from head to toe.
Lindsay giggled as she stepped even closer toward me. "It
is just you are over here, working on the _Jeep_..." She
stopped walking, then shrugged her shoulders. "You're not in
the mansion or at the beach - with me."
"Should I be with you?" I croaked, a full, hard erection
having already formed within my shorts.
Again, Lindsay shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a
simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression
on her enchanting face. "I wish you were." She then shot
me a grin and said, "We could play _Stuff the Cheerleader_."
As I moaned out loud at those words, Lindsay playfully winked
at me and murmured, "I know you don't like us girls going in
and out of your private suite, but I think you'll make an
exception this time. I'll be waiting for you in your suite."
Lindsay turned, but then looked back over her shoulder and
blew me a kiss. The naughty vixen giggled at my reaction,
then turned her head and began walking away. Lindsay decided
to put a punctuation mark on things as she overly strutted
while walking, her tight, little ass swaying back-and-forth,
her little cheerleader skirt also freely swishing about.
After she disappeared around the corner of the building,
it took me one second to weigh my options. I looked into
the engine of the _Jeep_ and realized there was still a lot
more work to do. On the other hand, though, the image of
Lindsay and her cheerleading uniform flashed throughout my
mind. Fix the _Jeep_, or have sex with Lindsay? Hmmmmm...
I may be lots of things, but one thing I definitely am not
is a fool. I quickly closed the vehicle's hood and decided
that I would just have to finish the tune-up job at a later
time. Soon, I hurried over to the large sink, scrubbed and
rinsed myself of all of the grease and grime, then was ready
for some action. _YES_! Time to stuff that cheerleader!
While en route to my luxurious, private suite, the best
way for me to describe my walk is to say that it was brisk,
and fast. I could have ran the whole way - in fact, I felt
like doing just that and strongly considered it - but did
not want to be short of breath for when I reunited with
Lindsay. I needed all of my strength for her.
* * *
"Oh yes," came a female's voice as I opened the door to
my personal suite. "Look at that! Little yellow panties.
Cheerleader panties! So precious..." My eyes wide, Amy
looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, hi Jeremy! It took you a
bit longer to get here than we thought it would."
I was momentarily stunned at the sight of Amy, who was
seated on the edge of the bed without a single stitch of
clothing on, with Lindsay sprawled out across her lap. Amy,
whose hand was caressing Lindsay's upturned ass, glanced my
way and smiled again. "Is this a sweet ass, or what?" She
then brought her hand down hard upon the blonde's backside,
slapping it and causing Lindsay to yelp wildly in response.
Amy opened her mouth and gasped, then offered a playful
expression as she slowly peeled Lindsay's yellow panties from
her hips. The sweetheart's body flinched with perhaps an
equal mixture of apprehension and excitement as her pretty,
little pussy came into full view.
"Oh... will you look at that?" Amy asked, glancing at me
as she ran a finger along Lindsay's puffy folds. "So this is
what these naughty cheerleaders hide under their panties!"
"Oh God..." I moaned in response, realizing that Lindsay
had set me up for a three-some involving her and Amy.
"I think you need to be spanked!" Amy exclaimed, turning
her attention to Lindsay. "Cheerleaders shouldn't EVER wear
panties! You should flaunt your little pussy for everyone
to see!" She turned back toward me and asked, "What do you
think, Jeremy? Should I spank her for hiding her pussy?"
"Oh yes..." I gasped in response. "GOD, YES!"
"You 'lil slut!" the red-head exclaimed, smacking her left
hand across Lindsay's ass. Lindsay groaned and yelped as Amy
proceeded to land a series of swift blows and hard swats.
"Spank me harder..." Lindsay soon begged, and then Amy got
a determined, somewhat scary look in her eyes.
My heart was now racing as Amy proceeded to pepper the
young woman's backside with swat after heavy swat, courtesy
of her hand. Soon, Lindsay began to scream in response as
her whole body rocked back-and-forth atop Amy's trusting lap.
Her uniform, with the exception of her panties, was still in
place. Well, Lindsay's skirt was hiked above her waist...
"Oh Lord..." she cried loudly, the skin of her tender ass
turning a bright shade of red before my very eyes.
"Take that, slut!" Amy screamed as she continued to slap
her open hand across Lindsay's upturned ass. After several
more blows, Amy finally relented as her breathing became
rather labored. She had a glazed-over look in her eyes.
"I think Lindsay really deserved that," Amy grinned, her
breathing still a bit ragged. "Don't you think she deserved
that, Jeremy?" Amy paused for a moment, then looked down at
Lindsay and cooed, "What about you, sweetheart?"
"Yes..." came her answer. "I... I deserved it."
"Of course you deserved it," Amy said, grabbing Lindsay by
the pony-tail and gently pulling her into a seated position.
The 18-year-old shuffled around for a bit, and then found
herself seated upon Amy's comfortable lap.
"Awwwww... does that sweet, little ass hurt?" she teased,
before turning Lindsay's face toward hers and offering the
enchantress a soft, gentle kiss. I groaned at the mere sight
of their lips and tongues dueling together. Gentle, lustful
moans could be heard as the two ladies continued kissing...
Lindsay sighed herself as she used both hands to openly
squeeze and caress Amy's big, ample breasts. This caused
the insatiable hellcat to first break the kiss, then look
down at her girlfriend's hands. "Like my breasts, honey?"
Lindsay let out a gasp and nodded, her eyes flaring. That
spanking must have aroused her more than I thought it did...
Amy turned her attention toward me and offered up a grin.
"I'm going to fuck your 'lil, cheerleader sweetheart here...
and make her squeal like a pig!" As Lindsay fidgeted about
at those words, I nearly had a heart attack. My cock was so
hard and raging that it could explode at any given moment.
"This is better than working on that old _Jeep_ of yours,
isn't it?" Lindsay asked me, before offering yet another loud
sigh of her own, as Amy reached into that ominous bag-of-toys
and pulled out a humongous strap-on dildo.
"I'm gonna show you what hard love is all about," the
nymphomaniac promised, her own eyes glaring as she stared a
hole through Lindsay. "Hard, dildo love..."
"Oh my Lord... yes!" Lindsay whined as she watched Amy
rise up and step into the strap-on's harness, then lift it,
and secure it around her waist. The massive, nasty dildo -
all 12 inches of it (at least) - protruded outward from Amy's
pelvis as she violently stroked it with her right hand.
Amy's expression became more heated as she snapped, "Why
don't you get on your hands and knees, so I can fuck you like
the BITCH you are?" Lindsay let out another aroused whine,
but did as instructed. Meanwhile, Amy continued to pump and
stroke the huge dildo as if it were a real cock. She then
looked at me and cooed, "This is how us girls play, Jeremy."
With Lindsay now perched upon her hands and knees, I shot
a glance toward her upturned ass, as well as her tiny pussy
lips. I could not believe that she was about to allow Amy to
use and abuse her in the manner that she had made famous
before my very eyes. Amy, needless to say, had all of the
qualities of a _Fem Domme_ and seemed to be making Lindsay
into her submissive with each and every passing day.
Those thoughts fresh in my mind, I moaned with pure lust
as Amy then positioned herself upon her knees directly behind
then a series of squeals and growls were heard from Lindsay
as the huge dong was being forged deep into her silky depths.
Amy wasted no time as she inserted the tool all the way
into her lover, before smacking her ass rather cruelly with
both hands. This made Lindsay shriek and cry out, but it was
fairly obvious that she was enjoying every minute of it.
"What do you think?" Amy asked, looking at me once again.
"Should I fuck her real nice and slow? You know, treat her
softly, and warmly? Like I loved her, maybe?" She paused
for a moment, then her expression became much more evil and
intense. "Or should I fuck her HARD and NASTY?"
Hard and nasty. Hard and nasty. Hard and nasty. Those
three words were blazing throughout my mind at a continuous
pace. Obviously, Amy could gauge that by my expression.
"Lindsay is a whore," she proclaimed. "So yes, I agree.
She needs it HARD, and NASTY. Just for you, Jeremy!"
The blonde screamed and cried out in a mixture of pain
and extreme pleasure as Amy began to pound her pussy with
the big strap-on. In no time flat, Amy was hammering away
at her in the doggie-style position at warp speed. I kept
still at the doorway, while paying close attention to the
wondrous sight of Amy's large breasts as they bounced and
flopped about in unison with her powerful thrusting motion.
A moment later, Lindsay's booming screams had lessened to
a series of hard grunts and growls. Still, it was readily
apparent that she was enjoying this physical treatment.
I took a deep breath and moaned as my heart was beating
at a mile-a-minute, while my hand was now massaging the huge
lump within my shorts. It was so incredibly exciting for me
to watch another woman treat the charming Lindsay like a
rancid piece of meat. It was a wonder I did not pass out...
"SCREAM FOR ME!" the 32-year-old demanded, leaning over
and yanking on Lindsay's pony-tail. "SCREAM FOR ME! LET ME
KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT!" Lindsay did not respond at
first, which prompted Amy to harshly smack her ass with an
open hand. "SCREAM FOR ME, BITCH!"
This time, Lindsay did as she was told. Her loud cries
and whines vibrated throughout my suite, and I wondered if
the other ladies (who were all elsewhere) could hear her
through the walls. Amy was not satisfied, however, as she
offered Lindsay's upturned ass yet another stinging slap.
"OH GOD WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" the teen-ager from
Cincinnati cried out, obviously full of intense passion and
arousal. "THAT THING IS ABOUT TO TEAR MY PUSSY IN HALF!"
"That's what I want!" Amy exclaimed in response. "I want
you to tell me and your stud-for-hire here just how good I'm
making you feel! Keep screaming for me, BITCH!"
My cock erupted like a giant volcano as Amy began to slap
Lindsay's ass repeatedly with both of her hands, while still
pummeling her with the massive strap-on dildo. A moment
later, with my shorts drenched in sperm, Amy again demanded
that Lindsay continue to scream. She did just that, but Amy
kept up with the spanking and discipline, smacking Lindsay's
tight, picture-perfect ass with quick-fire whacks.
Before I knew what had happened next, Lindsay's body went
rigid with absolute desire. She continued screaming, and
then I realized that the young woman was experiencing a
rather fierce and intensive orgasm. The action reached a
fever pitch as Lindsay then squealed out at the top of her
lungs, before falling upon the bed in an exhausted heap.
Amy withdrew the monstrous dildo from within her satisfied
lover, then unbuckled its strap from around her waist and let
it fall harmlessly to the mattress. The fiendish vixen's
next move was to lean down and plant a tender, loving kiss
on Lindsay's lips, before turning and smiling at me.
"That's how us girls play, Jeremy. That's how we play."
Once Lindsay rolled over onto her back and let out another
content sigh, Amy immediately reached down and placed a hand
on her forehead. "You're such a nasty girl." Amy nodded
her head and added, "You ARE a nasty girl... aren't you?"
"You're the nasty girl!" Lindsay exclaimed, turning her
face to the side, but keeping her eyes locked on Amy's.
"Say you're a nasty girl," Amy hissed, as Lindsay squealed
in both excitement and (mock) denial. "Say it!" Not getting
the answer that she wanted just yet, Amy grabbed Lindsay's
forehead and turned her face toward her. Holding it tightly,
she reiterated, "Say you're a nasty girl! Say it!"
Grunting with lust, Lindsay's eyes flashed as she angrily
returned, "YOU'RE THE NASTY GIRL!"
"You little whore!" Amy growled, before looking at me once
again. "Look, Jeremy. This little girl slutted out for me
and my big, nasty dildo... right in front of you! It was her
very idea to have this whole thing set up."
"Two can play at that game, Mistress Amy," I told her, my
insides raging with desire. "I want you to get down on your
knees - RIGHT NOW - and suck my cock."
Those words surprised me as they came out of my mouth.
Amy did have a submissive side, indeed, but in no way was I
the dominant type. Well... not until now, at least. That
woman just had me so aroused right now...
"Oooooh, I like that!" the nymphomaniac grinned, her eyes
flickering as she glared at me. Amy dropped to her knees
and began to crawl over to me on all fours, saying, "I like
a man who is not afraid to take charge."
Once reaching me, however, Amy's aggressive side took
over as she violently ripped my shorts down, and off. My
cock was still experiencing the aftermath of its earlier
eruption, but that did not seem to matter to Amy. She took
my near-limp member into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
Amy's mouth felt like a powerful vacuum as she literally
tried to suck the length of my cock right down her throat.
She was being extremely hard and forceful, but I definitely
had no complaints about it. The reward for her efforts was
that my cock seemed to get an instant erection while in the
confines of her hungry, unforgiving mouth.
As I moaned and sighed in response to this beautiful woman
orally servicing me upon her knees, I looked over at Lindsay
and smiled. She reminded me of a car wreck - all curled up
and sprawled out in different directions upon the bed. She
had been violated and thumped by Amy's nasty dildo, indeed,
but there was obviously no complaints from her side, either.
Lindsay still looked fantastic in that little uniform she
had on. The white turtleneck with the green shell top over
it, along with a swishy, little green-and-white skirt which
was now bunched up around her abdomen. Her yellow panties
were long gone, but the matching socks and shoes were still
on her feet. Lindsay was the cheerleader of my dreams!
Once Amy withdrew my (now) hard cock from her mouth and
slapped its bulging tip on her chin and giggled, I turned
all of my attention toward her. "This is where you belong,"
I said to her, also showing that I could play a verbal game.
"You belong on your knees in front of me - AT ALL TIMES."
She nodded her head and replied, "Yes." Amy took my shaft
back into her mouth and resumed her earlier sucking action,
but then another idea suddenly came to her mind.
"I think Lindsay needs another fucking," Amy said, looking
up at me, while also reaching for her trusty strap-on dildo.
"Even better, I think she needs a DOUBLE-FUCKING." I gulped
my throat as Amy sneered, "BOTH her pussy and ass, stuffed...
TO THE MAX! Which part would you prefer to have, Jeremy?"
"Her ass," I replied, without any hesitation whatsoever.
"Definitely... her ass."
"Jeremy!" Lindsay squealed in (mock) protest. "NASTY!"
Amy turned toward the blonde and grinned, "You know what
to do, baby." Once Lindsay nodded in agreement, Amy slipped
the monstrous strap-on dildo back into place around her hips
and pelvis. Then, grasping the dildo with her right hand,
Amy took a seat upon the bed and reclined all the way back.
Lindsay flashed me that innocent smile of hers before she
stood up and then straddled herself across Amy's hips. An
instant later, she cupped her own breasts and let out a wild
squeal as she lowered her pussy upon that humongous dildo.
Once the instrument was embedded deep within her, Lindsay
bent at the waist and leaned all the way over - until those
breasts of hers were all nice and snug upon Amy's very own.
As I retrieved a tube of anal lubricant from a nearby
drawer, just the thought of what I was about to do to Lindsay
caused a another rush of power to go coursing into my shaft.
I smeared a nice helping of the thick, gooey gel over and
across Lindsay's puckered anus. She wiggled her hips at me,
obviously enjoying the sensations that my finger brought her.
With her pussy already jammed full of Amy's dildo, I took
great care when inserting my cock into Lindsay's vise-tight
anus. Inch after inch, I gently nudged myself into her. All
the while, the goddess' body shuddered about in arousal.
I let out a loud, raucous moan once my shaft was stuffed
in her anus as far as it would possibly go. My testicles
squished against her upturned ass, I grasped Lindsay's hips
and let out another deafening groan. I then sighed before
announcing, "Whenever you are ready, Amy, I am..."
The red-head took the cue and thrusted her hips upward,
driving the dildo far and deep into her girlfriend's pussy.
An instant later, I pulled back and then thrusted my shaft
directly back into Lindsay's magnificent ass.
I grasped her hips even tighter and began to piston my
aching member in-and-out of Lindsay's bowels as Amy thumped
her dildo in a continual, upward motion, right into that
pussy. With each new stroke, Amy and I used a bit more
force. We were going to absolutely hammer Lindsay...
"FUCK ME!" Lindsay suddenly demanded, showing her newfound
vulgar side. "OH, FUCK! YES JEREMY, YOUR COCK! COCK! MY
ASS! FUCK MY ASS! AMY! AMY! FUCK MY PUSSY! HARDER!"
It was not too long before Amy and I caught a mutual
rhythm. Working in tandem, she would thrust her hips
upward, causing the dildo to forge itself deeper within
Lindsay's pussy. Then, I would lunge forward, which drove
my cock far and deep into the 18-year-old's ass. Amy and I
repeated this very same sequence over and over again - which
was obviously what Lindsay wanted us to do.
"OOOOOH YEAH, FUCK ME!" Lindsay continued screaming.
"YES! YES! OH LORD, YES!" She repeatedly slammed her open
palm down upon the bed and added, "YES! YES! YES! YES!"
I was now gripping Lindsay's hips as hard as I possibly
could while I churned myself in-and-out of her air-tight
rectum. At the same time, Amy had her arms wrapped around
Lindsay's back and held her tightly as she screamed out in
wild pleasure, the massive dong still pumping furiously up
and into her hungry, awaiting pussy.
The action between the three of us hit its boiling point
once Amy and I were blasting Lindsay with every last fiber of
strength in our bodies. The little vixen's body was actually
vibrating due to the intense amount of pleasure that Amy and
I were providing her with. Lindsay was about to explode!
"IS THAT ASS TIGHT ENOUGH FOR YOU, JEREMY?" Amy growled.
"CUMMING!" I suddenly screamed, before letting out a loud,
roof-raising roar. I buried my cock all of the way inside of
Lindsay's ass one final time, and then the eruption happened.
Lindsay writhed and squirmed about in utter, total passion
as thick, gooey globs of sperm were being pumped deep into
her ass. At the same time, she experienced quite a powerful
orgasm of her own. Lindsay screamed out a very long list of
vocal obscenities as Amy continued to pillar her pussy with
the massive dildo. The orgasm which gripped my own body
shook me down to my very core, racking my soul with powerful
waves of erotic electricity. Wow... what a feeling!
"Oh Lord yes..." Lindsay moaned weakly in the aftermath of
our simultaneous orgasms, her body still shuddering about as
I collapsed on top of her. It felt as if I was set to pass
out, but I somehow maintained my consciousness and smiled at
the tantalizing sight of Lindsay and Amy trading their lips
and tongues over a full, open-mouthed exchange.
Amy giggled and said, "I've never fucked another girl who
left her top on the whole time." She ran her fingers across
Lindsay's white blouse and green sweater-vest, both of which
were still fully buttoned and in place. "I've never fucked
a cheerleader before, either, to tell you the truth!"
"I've never been done so hard before, period..." Lindsay
groaned. She turned her face and looked over her shoulder
at me, then smiled. "That was incredible, Jeremy! To have
both a big dildo and cock in me at the very same time! I
feel so nasty and slutty, but I... I... I like it!"
"You are what is incredible," I countered, curling my neck
and kissing Lindsay flush on the lips. At the same time, Amy
grinned and pecked Lindsay's cheek with a kiss of her own. I
offered Amy a quick kiss, then gave another to Lindsay. "You
set me up for this, huh? You even got Amy involved, too. My
only other three-some with you thus far was with Trish."
Amy made a face at the mere mention of Trish's name. It
was unfortunate, but these two ladies were not on good terms
with each other. Trish still felt that Amy was doing nothing
more than using Lindsay for her own satisfaction and greed in
the wicked bondage games that they played together. Amy,
Trish insisted, did not care one bit about Lindsay as a
person or her emotional welfare. Amy, on the other hand,
did not appreciate the fact that Trish had spoke bad about
her (to Lindsay) behind her back. Because of this, the
relationship between Trish and Amy was strained, at best.
"I rather not be reminded about Trish again," Lindsay
murmured, her voice subdued, as she looked back at me. "I
want to do everything I can to totally forget about Trish."
"Trish is nothing but bad news for Lindsay," Amy remarked,
which made me frown simply because I did not agree with her.
I believe that Trish was in love with Lindsay and would do
anything at all to make her happy. Still, Amy had a right to
her opinion. "Telling Lindsay how to live her life... it is
not right. Lindsay is old enough to make up her own mind."
"I heard that Trish is sick today," Lindsay offered. "I
bet that she will use it as an excuse to skip Amy's birthday
dinner and party tonight. Would not surprise me one bit."
Wanting to change the subject, I glanced down at Lindsay
and wondered, "What is up with you and all of the swearing
during sex, honey?" Lindsay frowned at my words as I added,
"You once scolded me for saying the word _damn_. Moments
ago, you were begging Amy and me to _fuck_ you."
"Lindsay is a gutter-mouth!" Amy exclaimed.
Still frowning, Lindsay cast her eyes downward and said,
"Amy wants me to be more vocal and expressive during sex.
She likes it when I talk... nasty."
"Oh?"
"Just bringing out the true slut in her," Amy said to me.
"The slut within Lindsay has been resting dormant inside of
her for 18 years, and is just now waking up. Soon... sex
will totally consume Lindsay. She will not be happy unless
there is a cock in her mouth or a pussy in her face. Or,
even better, multiple cocks and pussies at the same time."
Suddenly, I felt very uncomfortable. Not because I had
just been in a rip-roaring, blistering three-some, of course,
but rather Amy's unique brand of verbal degradation. In the
past few weeks, Amy had aroused me when she called the likes
of Pamela and Lindsay - among others - a _slut_ or a _whore_.
But it was done in the heat of the moment. Even more than
that, however, it was never done at a level quite like this.
It seemed as if Amy really wanted Lindsay to believe that
she was all of these things. Amy's harsh words were totally
over the top and took away all of the enjoyment I should have
been feeling right now following our wonderful three-some.
I put on a happy face for both of the ladies, but felt as
if I needed a little time alone right now to sort through my
feelings about this budding relationship of theirs. Thus, I
took a deep breath and announced, "I had a wonderful time
with both of you, as always, but would like to take a nice,
hot bath, and relax for awhile. Is that okay?"
Amy shrugged her shoulders and answered, "Sure, I guess.
But Lindsay and I could use a nice, hot bath, too." My eyes
went wide at the prospects as Amy added, "So why don't the
three of us all take a bath together? How does that sound?"
"Yeah!" Lindsay squealed, full of glee. "Together!"
Needless to say, I quickly changed my mind about having
that time to myself. It was time for some fun in the tub...
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