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"Tropic of Eros" - Chapter 16 of ??
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 1998-2004
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My breathing was rather ragged and my eyes were about set
to explode as I sat in the voyeur room, my whole universe
confined to a single monitor in front of me. In one of the
guest bedrooms, I watched Lindsay and Amy prepare themselves
for what promised to be a rip-roaring sexual encounter.
Amy had already instructed the little blonde to strip all
the way down until she was wearing nothing more than her
mini-skirt. Lindsay had done just that, and also followed
Amy's order that she drop to her knees upon the floor. In
addition, the 18-year-old from Cincinnati had both hands
behind her head, her fingers locked together, as she looked
up at Amy with an apprehensive, yet eager expression.
"What are you going to do to me?" Lindsay asked in a
quiet tone, sounding like a timid, willing submissive. I
recalled a scorching, red-hot encounter between these two
ladies from just days ago where they wound up pulverizing
each other into bondage and submission. With any luck,
this upcoming encounter would be just as memorable.
Amy hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "You
and I are going to have a lot of fun today."
Lindsay moaned and unlinked her fingers, and moved one
hand downward - between her thighs. She started fingering
her pussy until Amy struck the desktop with an open hand and
snapped at her, "Get your hands up, behind your head! You
can only move them when I say so!"
"Yes, I'm sorry..." Lindsay said, falling more and more
into the role of Amy's submissive. She linked both hands
together behind her head once again, and looked up at her
insatiable lover with apprehension and lust in her eyes.
Amy grinned and reached down, trailing a fingertip across
one of Lindsay's luscious, taut breasts, as well as its
nipple. "I'm going to turn you into my personal slut."
"What?" Lindsay asked, her eyebrows raised.
"You heard me."
"What do you mean?"
"I've been both dominant and submissive in my life," Amy
told her. "I can play both roles really well. But you,
Lindsay... you're going to be my submissive. My own slut."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay trembled in both desire and fear.
Inside my voyeur room, I took a deep breath and shook my
head in response to what was transpiring before me on the
surveillance monitor. Amy was the ultimate slut herself,
and now she wanted to guide her young, naive girlfriend down
that same path in life. Was Lindsay prepared for it?
Wearing nothing more than a sexy bra and G-string set
herself, Amy sashayed over to the nearby dresser-drawer and
retrieved a (full) duffel bag from inside. She then went
back to Lindsay with an evil grin upon her face, and set
the bag down, upon the floor. It was her bag-of-toys.
"Any submissive worth her salt," the red-head explained,
"should be bound and restrained."
"Oh Lord..." Lindsay murmured once again, as Amy reached
into the bag and pulled out a red silk scarf.
"Put your hands behind your back," the vixen demanded,
and Lindsay immediately complied. An instant later, the
little minx was squirming about as Amy, with the help of
the silk scarf, triple-knotted her wrists together. "Try
and break free," she then said, but it was no use. Lindsay
did her best, but the bond could not be severed.
"Excellent," Amy observed, that evil grin still upon her
lovely face. She took a moment to admire Lindsay - as I
did - in her bound form. Wearing just a little miniskirt as
she stood upon her knees, Lindsay's small breasts shimmied
and shook about as she continued to struggle with her bonds.
"This is too hot..." Lindsay breathed gently.
"You can talk when I say you can talk," Amy admonished
her, holding a finger up. "Keep that mouth shut, slut, or
I'll be forced to gag you."
Lindsay's eyes were wide once again, but she nodded her
head in acceptance (and did not utter a sound).
"I think I'll gag you anyway," Amy said, grinning like a
kid in a candy store. "I don't want to take the chance of
you talking without permission again." Amy reached into the
bag and pulled out a short but incredibly thick dildo, with
a small black strap attached to it.
"This is a penis gag, and it will keep you quiet," she
explained to Lindsay, who looked at the tool in amazement.
A moment later, Amy inserted the dildo into the teen-ager's
mouth - completely engulfing it. Then, she snapped and
secured the black strap into place around Lindsay's neck.
"Try to talk," Amy told her, but it was no use. The huge
penis gag dwarfed most any noise Lindsay tried to make.
All that could be heard was some low, garbled mumbles.
"Suck that gag like it's a real cock," Amy told her, to
which Lindsay began to take on the form of a baby nuzzling
a pacifier in her mouth. She sucked on the penis gag, her
eyes trained intently upon Amy's beautiful face.
"What's a true submissive without a collar?" Amy grinned,
as she reached into the bag and pulled out a leather choker.
Lindsay closed her eyes and sighed inwardly as Amy wrapped
the collar around her neck, then buckled it into place.
I noticed that the collar had _SLUT_ engraved on it -
directly across the front of Lindsay's slender neck.
Amy took a step back and marveled at her work thus far.
She was obviously very proud of herself. But at the same
time, I figured that she was not quite finished yet.
"You see this little ring on the side of your collar?"
Amy asked, cradling the piece of metal around her finger.
"This is where your leash will go... for when I want to
take you out - for a walk." Lindsay's eyes grew even
larger as Amy snickered in her own triumph. The red-head
then retrieved a metal chain from her bag, and clipped it
to the leather collar. "Just like that!"
She gave the _leash_ a little tug, which made Lindsay
squirm about some more. Next, Amy leaned over and gave the
blonde a swift, open-handed slap upon her tight, little ass.
"Do you like being my little slave slut?"
Unable to speak - and barely able to get a sound out at
all - Lindsay looked at Amy with looming eyes and nodded
her head in response. The nymphomaniac smiled, liking this.
"Slutsay," Amy proclaimed. "That can be your name for
when you and I play our Mistress/sub games. Slutsay."
Grinning at her lover's shocked reaction, Amy knelt down and
gently blew into Lindsay's ear. The subtle move made the
young woman's taut, firm body flinch all over. "I'm only
going to call you Slutsay because that is what you really
are. You ARE a slut, aren't you... Slutsay?"
As the young woman nodded her head in agreement, I was in
the process of bringing myself closer and closer to a huge
eruption. I had been stroking my cock from the very moment
Amy went into full degradation mode. She had me so excited!
I could not believe what Amy was doing to Lindsay, the
sweet-as-a-peach religious girl who seemed so incredibly
humble and shy. Well, over these two weeks, Lindsay was
really starting to come out of that life-long shell. Not
only had she lost her virginity here on the island, but
Lindsay was becoming more bold and provocative in both her
words and actions. Still, allowing herself to be placed
into bondage and then being spoken down to in such a harsh
manner seemed vastly out of character for Lindsay.
All of this was new to me. The bondage lifestyle was
something I had a curiosity in, but not truly a bona-fide
interest to someday experience myself. Sure, I would like
to dabble and experiment in it - perhaps. But it would
never be an everyday lifestyle for me. Still, it excited me
to sit back and watch these two ladies do their thing.
"Oh, we're not finished yet," the hellcat proclaimed,
reaching into that bag-of-toys once again. This time, Amy
pulled out a steel bar which had what appeared to be thick
handcuffs attached to either end. "This is a spreader bar,"
she explained to Lindsay, kneeling down and attaching the
metal cuffs to each of her ankles. "It will keep your legs
spread apart for me - at all times."
I sensed a whimper from Lindsay as she glared at Amy,
her eyes watery and full of erotic desperation. Lindsay
was more anxious right now than ever before. I could tell.
Still pumping my cock toward what promised to be a
monumental explosion, I shook my head in response as Amy
grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and helped her to her
feet. Amy planted a kiss on her lover's face while groping
her ass with her right hand, before guiding Lindsay over to
the bed and forcing her to stand in front of it.
"Lean over the bed," Amy told her. "Bend at your waist,
and put the side of your face on the mattress."
My cock exploded like a firecracker once Lindsay did as
instructed, her little miniskirt riding higher and higher
as she bent completely over at the waist. Lindsay then
placed the side of her face upon the gentle mattress, and
offered the penis gag a series of hard, unrelenting sucks
as she turned to look up at Amy with those teary eyes.
Although my hand and wrist were drenched with sperm, I
latched onto my deflated cock and began stroking it once
again. Thanks to Amy, I knew I would have another bulging
erection in just a matter of moments - if not seconds.
I shook my head at the sight of Lindsay, all bent over,
wearing nothing but that little miniskirt. I could see that
the little angel was not wearing any panties, either - her
sweet pussy lips were clearly visible as she was bent over
in a most obscene (but truly wonderful) manner.
Amy reached into that ominous bag once again, and this
time pulled a relatively small, thin dildo. That is what
it looked like, at least. What confused me about it was a
rubber pump and accompanying tube attached to the end of it.
What in the world were those used for?
"This is a butt-plug," Amy explained, which made both
mine and Lindsay's eyes grow wide with wanderlust. "As
you can see, it's not all that big. Not yet... anyway."
Renewed life could be found within my shaft as Amy moved
Lindsay's miniskirt upwards, bunching it together at her
waist. I sensed another whimper from the young woman as
Amy then pressed the thin side of the plug upon her anus.
"It's already been well lubed-up," the red-head said.
"So you have nothing to worry about on that end."
Lindsay closed her eyes and took a sharp breath as Amy
then inserted the butt-plug into her rectum. I am certain
that absolute pleasure was coursing throughout her entire
body once all four or five inches of the nasty, crude object
were within her little, puckered anus. All I needed to do
to confirm those feelings was to watch Lindsay's reaction.
She was being driven _INSANE_ with utter pleasure...
"This is a special butt-plug, though," Amy said with a
wicked grin. "A VERY special butt-plug!" Holding that
rubber pump in her hand, she flashed it in front of her
girlfriend's face and said, "You see this?"
Her eyes racked with tears, Lindsay nodded her head.
Amy then gave the pump a squeeze, which despite the penis
gag in her mouth, caused Lindsay to _ROAR_ out with a scream.
I was confused as to what had happened for a moment, but then
got the idea as Amy gave the pump a second squeeze, which
resulted in another deafening scream from Lindsay.
"This is an inflatable butt-plug," Amy said, offering a
third squeeze, as she grinned in total arousal. "It grows
to twice its length, and four times its girth... as long as
I keep pumping away at it." Amy laughed as Lindsay roared
out yet again, directly after a fourth squeeze. "I'm only
about halfway to its maximum size," she added, which caused
Lindsay's eyes to nearly explode in a passionate rage.
"Would you like me to continue, honey?" Amy asked, to
which she received a feverish nod of the head in response.
"Ohhhhh... I knew you would. You're going to be a good
little slut for me, aren't you? OH YES you are!"
Amy continued smiling for several seconds, but then
placed the rubber pump upon the bed. Her next move was to
reach into that duffel bag once more, and pull out a thick
wooden paddle. I _knew_ what that was for...
"You need a spanking," the Dominatrix proclaimed. "You
need a spanking... REALLY BAD. I think you'll like it too,
especially with that butt-plug shoved clear up your ass."
Lindsay's body trembled with absolute desire and her face
rocked from side-to-side as Amy brought the wooden paddle
down hard upon her upturned ass. Amy giggled and snickered
in response, then offered her bound lover a series of swift,
stinging blows with the paddle.
My cock was hard and raging (again) as I watched the
supple, tight flesh of Lindsay's backside quickly turn a
crimson red. Amy continued to blast her with the paddle,
though, not slowing down in the slightest. It seemed as
if Lindsay's body, just by gauging her excited reaction,
could spontaneously combust at any given moment. She was
_THAT_ turned on... _THAT_ excited. This was incredible!
Amy reached for the rubber pump with her free hand and
without any warning, gave it another squeeze. Lindsay
again roared out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, while
now banging her forehead upon the mattress. Amy giggled to
herself and put the pump back down, and then continued forth
with the torrid, cruel paddle-spanking.
My eyes grew wide with my own lust as I took a close look
at the 18-year-old's ass. With the inflatable butt-plug
deeply submerged within it, Lindsay's rectum was wide and
enlarged. The butt-plug was acting like a balloon and each
time Amy squeezed the pump, it grew even larger.
"Do you like that?" Amy asked, full of passion herself,
as she dropped the paddle and glared down intently at her.
Lindsay was breathing rapidly through her nose and seemed
ready to explode, but she managed to slowly nod her head in
response. That, of course, caused Amy to smile.
"Of course you like it," the nymphomaniac proclaimed.
"But I know something that you'll like EVEN MORE."
"Oh my God..." I muttered outloud, as Amy retrieved yet
another item from that bag - a massive strap-on dildo.
Lindsay looked back and moaned in anticipation upon the
thick gag, before turning her head and closing her eyes.
Amy used this brief time to secure the strap-on around
her waist, then grasp the massive dildo with her hand.
The fiendish 29-year-old stepped forward, but then
suddenly grabbed the rubber pump and gave it two quick
squeezes. This caused Lindsay to scream out against the
penis gag in her mouth. Her legs went out too, and now
Lindsay was on her knees as she was bent over the bed.
Amy hesitated for a moment, but then grinned and said,
"So you don't want me to fuck you standing up, huh? Just
as well... I'll do you doggie-style. You ARE a bitch..."
Amy dropped to her own knees and wasted absolutely no
time whatsoever as she plunged the enormous dong into the
eager, zealous Lindsay. Her hands, which were still
bound together behind her back, flailed and trembled in
response as Amy then began to thrust away at her pussy.
"Oh yeah!" the hellcat exclaimed, her curvaceous body
already a blur as she viciously pounded and thumped away at
her younger girlfriend. Lindsay again screamed upon her
gag, and then Amy gave that pump one final squeeze.
"OH YEAH!" Amy screamed herself, beginning to slap and
swat Lindsay's ass with both hands as the little vixen
roared out in response. "HOW'S THAT ASS FEEL NOW?" Amy
laughed in her own jubilation as she continued to blast
Lindsay's pussy with the massive dildo, while also
peppering her upturned ass with heavy-handed, cruel slaps.
As the action between them reached its fever pitch, I
again came all over myself. My cock just erupted like a
volcano - and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Just seeing the lovely and charming Lindsay in her
current predicament would be enough to get most men going.
On her hands and knees, perched over the bed, Lindsay was
in total bondage. Her wrists were securely bound together
behind her back - by way of a triple-knotted silk scarf.
The blonde's squealy mouth was stuffed full with a penis
gag, which had an accompanying strap (tied around the back
of her neck) to hold the crude, obscene instrument in place.
Her ankles were a good 18 inches apart too, solely
thanks to a steel spreader bar. Of course, I would be
remiss if I failed to mention the leather collar around
her neck, and the chain _leash_ that was attached to it.
The thing which stood out the most, though, was that
inflatable butt-plug imbedded deep within her bowels.
Lindsay's puckered anus was wide and bulging due to the
unyielding butt-plug, which was inflated to its maximum size
within her. Her sweet, little ass had never been stretched
this far - obviously - and the searing pressure and erotic
feelings it created within her must have been multiplied
ten-fold with the hard drilling her hot, swollen pussy was
currently in the process of receiving.
Amy screamed out in her own arousal as she also continued
to swat and blast Lindsay's sweet ass with her open hands.
She then latched onto her hips with both hands, and began to
focus all of her efforts and attention into hammering that
precious pussy into absolute, total oblivion.
"CUM FOR ME, SLUTSAY!" Amy demanded, her eyes ablaze.
"CUM FOR ME! NOW SLUTSAY! NOW, DAMNIT! _NOW_!"
The teen-ager did as she was told, and what ensued was
obviously the hardest, fiercest orgasm of her entire life.
Lindsay had _never_ been through something quite like this.
It showed in her reaction, too, as the vivacious angel
shuddered about in pure lust while also screaming against
her unforgiving gag. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds,
and it was _VERY_ intense. Amy, of course, continued to
drill her with that enormous dildo...
When it was over, Lindsay collapsed and slipped down to
the floor. For a moment, I was concerned about her safety.
She was not moving at all. Did Lindsay pass out?
However, when I saw her curl her neck, I figured she was
okay. With the massive strap-on dildo still buried in her
pussy, Amy reached forward and undid the buckle which held
Lindsay's penis gag in place. Lindsay spit it out and
stretched her jaw for a moment, then moaned in satisfaction.
Amy's next move was to depress the rubber pump, thus
letting all of the air out of the butt-plug. It quickly
shriveled up within Lindsay's rectum, and Amy yanked it
out of her. Lindsay squealed and screeched in response,
but did not move about all that much.
"I didn't hurt you... did I, Lindsay?" Amy quietly asked,
showing her good side. This was quite normal for Amy to do -
especially after a hard, violent encounter.
"No one..." was all her counterpart said in return.
"What?" Amy countered, leaning down and tenderly kissing
her friend's shoulder. "What, baby?"
"No one..." Lindsay breathed. "No one... no one... has
EVER made me cum so hard - as you just did."
Amy giggled and turned Lindsay over - onto her back. With
their lips close, the red-head grinned and told her, "This is
just the beginning, honey. You and I are going to have a LOT
of fun together from now on." Amy snickered once more and
added, "I have SO MANY MORE THINGS that I want to show you!"
* * *
The time was 11:15am when I was making my way throughout
the mansion on this warm and balmy Tuesday morning. Hours
after having watched Amy pummel Lindsay into complete and
total submission, I was en route for the voyeur room again,
but came to an abrupt halt once I spotted Devon seated all by
her lonesome inside the spacious library. Of course, this
was not the first time - nor would it be the last - that
simply seeing Devon would make me stop dead in my tracks.
Devon did not notice me at first as I admired her from
afar. Dressed in a white tank-top and a pair of hot pink
shorts, along with white socks and sneakers, Devon was busy
reading a book at the center table. The tank-top that she
wore - which read _Pornstar in Training_ across its front -
displayed her foolish, playful side.
Devon was so incredibly gorgeous. That was the exact
thought which went throughout my mind as I watched the young
woman play with her free-flowing blonde hair, twirling those
wavy strands around an extended finger. Devon was a petite,
little thing at 5-foot-3 and 105 pounds, but had a truly
voluptuous figure which was built for pleasures of the flesh.
With a bright smile, smooth skin and 34d-22-32 measurements,
Devon was what most normal men (such as myself) usually
could only fantasize about. She was a _princess_ to me.
What made Devon even more appealing was the simple fact
that she was one of the nicest, most friendly individuals I
had ever come across in my life. Devon was a sweetheart to
the highest degree; a people person. A warm, witty, clever
and thoughtful woman, this 27-year-old exuded light and
beauty in any room, and could enliven even the darkest of
situations with her mere presence alone. Devon also had
attitude, confidence and control, and the wonderful ability
to flirt and seem overly vulnerable all in the same moment.
Devon was a breath of fresh air whose charm, elegance and
fierce, loyal nature could endear her to anyone. Yet, I was
the lucky stiff that she had chosen to pursue what could well
turn out to be a long-term relationship with. Considering my
checkered past when it came to dating and life in general, I
_never_ once thought that I would make such a statement. How
could a woman who was _this perfect_ want anything to do with
an average, ordinary man such as myself? Yet, Devon did...
When Devon arched her neck to relieve an apparent crink,
she noticed me as I stood in the adjacent hallway. In her
own, patented fashion, Devon's blue eyes simply lit-up as
she offered me that billion-dollar smile. "Hi Jeremy!" was
her friendly greeting, as she waved her hand at me.
"Hi sweetheart," I returned, my heart fluttering in
response to her smile. I composed myself and then made my
way into the library - and over to her. I took a seat at
the table and said, "What a strange place to find you... the
library? I know you like magazines, but I never thought you
were much into reading books." I tilted my head in a curious
manner and asked, "What you got there?"
"Oh... just a reference book about Peru," Devon told me,
lifting the cover and showing its title to me. "Just reading
about the history of Peru and its restaurants, the places to
go and see... that type of stuff." Devon placed the book
down upon the table and offered me another winning smile.
She giggled and then asked, "Did you drop by here today so
you could spend some quality time with Mr. Gordo?"
"Excuse me?" I returned, my eyebrows raised.
Devon pointed toward what was perhaps her most cherished
material possession - a stuffed teddy bear - which was
perched next to her upon the library table. "You know...
Mr. Gordo!" Devon snickered, picking the little, furry guy
up and cradling him against her chest with both arms.
I chuckled. "Actually, I came here to spend some quality
time with you, Devon. No offense to Mr. Gordo, though..."
Devon snickered and looked into the stuffed bear's eyes
for a moment. "You are lucky that Mr. Gordo did not take
any offense. He has very thick skin that way."
"What is the deal with you and that stuffed animal anyway?
Whenever you have gone to sleep with me, your teddy bear is
always with you. The other night, it felt as if I was part
of a four-some with you, Kristanna and Mr. Gordo."
Devon shook her head and playfully scorned me, "Don't
talk about Mr. Gordo like that, Jeremy! Mr. Gordo is NOT a
sex toy! He is not a stud for hire, either!" She giggled
and added, "Mr. Gordo is my buddy. He's been my life-long
best friend. I may be 27, I guess, but I've never outgrown
him. I cannot fall asleep at night unless he is with me."
"It's getting so that I cannot fall asleep at night unless
YOU are with me," I mused, to which Devon grinned and cooed
in response to. "You could be my Devvy bear..."
"I bet you had a teddy bear when you were younger!" she
speculated. "What was its name, Jeremy? Tell me."
I hesitated and laughed, but then confessed, "Henny Owl."
"Henny Owl?" she exclaimed.
"I outgrew her by the time I was 11 or 12, though," I
quickly added. "I had a _Garfield_, too."
Devon clutched the teddy bear to her shoulders and held
it warmly. "I'll never outgrow Mr. Gordo. One day I'll be
a little, old lady, and I will still go to sleep with him."
"I don't have any problems with that, sweetheart," were
my words, "provided that he never sleeps between us."
"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that!" Devon
squealed, offering me a timid punch upon the shoulder. "I
may be attached to Mr. Gordo, but you're my favorite teddy
bear of all, Jeremy." Devon stood up and wrapped her arms
around me from across the table, giving me a loving hug.
Soon, however, Devon pressed Mr. Gordo's furry face to my
mouth and chortled, "Kiss him, Jeremy! Kiss him!"
"I'd rather kiss you," I said, shooing the stuffed animal
away from my face and then pressing my lips to Devon's. Our
kiss was very slow and loving, and tongue-filled. Our kiss,
in fact, made my heart flutter with love and affection. Once
it was over, I nodded and smiled, "That was nice."
"VERY nice, indeed," Devon agreed, taking a step back from
behind her side of the table and then walking over to mine.
She took a seat on the very edge of the table and looked long
and deep into my eyes. "Can I be honest with you, Jeremy?"
"Of course you can. Tell me anything that you want."
"You told me the story about your ex-fiancee, Victoria,
this past Sunday afternoon," Devon began, which made me frown
momentarily. Any mention of Victoria usually made me frown.
"I was talking to Kristanna about Victoria and what she did
to you earlier this morning. Missy Krissy says that I have
no idea just how much Victoria hurt and nearly destroyed you
by leaving you standing at the altar all those many years
ago." Devon latched onto my wrist with her right hand and
implored in her most candid tone, "I would do anything to
take your pain away, Jeremy. You do know that... right?"
"You are taking it away," I told her, my voice subdued.
"Just keep doing what you are doing, Devon. Keep loving me
and making me feel special." I hesitated for a moment, then
smiled. "Victoria leaving me like that was a good thing."
"Oh?" Devon countered, her eyes wide. "How so?"
"I'll take what has happened to me, Devon, over the past
11 years in exchange for winding up with you... and having
the chance to one day marry you." The enchantress moaned
and grinned in response as I went on, "If I married Victoria,
I would have never met you. Devon, you make me happier than
Victoria ever did, and I've only known you for two weeks.
Everything I went through because of what Victoria did to
me will be worth it - as long as you and I are together."
"You honestly mean that?" Devon asked, her eyes shining.
"Of course I do," was my response. "I just wish I could
have been there for you in the past, princess. You wanted
things to be better with your parents, but they never did
forgive you for what happened. I'm talking about the time
you and some others experimented with _Ecstasy_ in high
school, and your best friend, Allison, died as a result of
it. You said your family life has been miserable ever since.
I don't like hearing that, Devon. I wish I had taken you
away from your life in Pennsylvania a lot sooner than I did."
A tear streaked down Devon's face as she murmured, "It
used to be that I wished there was something I could do to
change the way my parents looked at me. But not anymore.
They have held a bad grudge against me for ten-and-a-half
years for something that happened when I was only 16. I do
not believe they're worth it anymore, Jeremy. I don't think
winning my parents over is worth it. I could care less what
they think about me as long as I am with you. Parents are
not supposed to hate their children, no matter what they do
wrong. But mine... they... they HATE me. I know what I did
was TOTALLY STUPID, but I was so young!"
I brought Devon's hand to my lips and kissed it lovingly.
"Tell me, dear. What type of mother will you be?"
"I will be fair and compassionate," she answered. "I will
give discipline whenever necessary. My children will grow up
to be healthy and strong adults, and they will definitely
know the difference between right and wrong. Most of all,
my kids - how ever many I eventually have - will know that I
love them. They will know their mommy loves them with all of
her heart. I may get mad or exasperated at times, but no
matter what, that love will remain - and they will know it.
There will never be a doubt about it."
"You sound ideal, sweetheart," I responded, grinning. "I
will be the same type of father one day."
"We have so much in common!" Devon squealed. "We have the
same likes and dislikes. We have had terrible things happen
to us in the past... things no one should have to go through.
We have the same dreams and goals. We're perfect together!"
She hugged me even tighter and added, "Life is so good..."
"Yes, it most definitely is," I agreed, kissing Devon on
the lips for emphasis. I then went back to a prior topic by
asking, "Do you visit Allison's grave-site often?"
"Oh... at least once or twice a month," Devon nodded.
"Allison is buried in Allentown, which is close to where I
live in Pennsylvania. Or... lived. Anyway, I always stop
at her grave-site whenever I go to Allentown. Usually, that
was once or twice a month." Her mouth twitching, Devon
sniffed her nose and gently confided, "I always drop down to
my knees in front of her grave and talk to her. I have been
doing that for YEARS. I tell her everything that happens in
my life. Sometimes, it is like I can hear her within my
mind. I can hear Allison respond to what I tell her." Devon
frowned and concluded, "Like we're having a conversation..."
When tears came to Devon's eyes, she quickly turned her
face away from me. I brought it back in line with my own
eyes, however, by grasping her chin and softly pulling on it.
I kissed away several of those tears and soothed, "Shhhhh...
don't cry. Don't cry, sweetheart. I don't want you to cry."
"I m-miss Allison so m-much..." Devon quaked, almost ready
to break down and lose control of her emotions.
"I know you do," I whispered. "I know you do. But you
know something? I bet Allison is happy for you right now."
"What d-d-do you m-mean?"
"You have found someone who wants to treat you like the
princess that you are," I reminded her. "If you talked to
Allison about everything, as you said, you most assuredly
talked to her about your love life. Allison must have known
that you were struggling for awhile with your last boyfriend.
He did not treat you right. Barrett was his name? Right
now, I bet, Allison is looking down on us from Heaven. I bet
that she has a big, giant smile upon her face too, because
you have found someone who thinks the world of you - me.
TWO people, even. Kristanna cares about you ALMOST as much
as I do. I would do anything for you, Devon..."
"Allison IS happy for me right now," Devon insisted, her
voice full of confidence. "Allison was that type of person.
She was a lot like Krissy that way, in fact. I think that
Krissy puts others ahead of herself at times. You are the
same way, Jeremy. Always thinking of others and their needs
and emotions instead of your own. Allison was like that.
Yes... she is happy for me right now."
"Did you and Allison... were you ever... _GIRLFRIENDS_?"
Devon giggled and shook her head in response. "Oh no. I
was attracted to her back in those days, I guess, but I was
too scared to say anything. I was attracted to a _LOT_ of
girls in school. Besides, remember... the first time that I
had sex with another woman was my first night on the island.
It was with Stephanie... remember?"
"Yes, I do. I temporarily forgot about that."
Devon pouted. "But I wish it was with Krissy instead..."
"Kristanna would have made it very special for you," I
speculated. "My first time having sex was five years ago...
it was with Kristanna. I was 25. She was 19. That does not
sound right, but it is the truth. Really, I have nothing to
complain about. Kristanna treated me so good that day."
"I bet..."
"I will most definitely never forget what happened."
Devon smirked. "Krissy says she popped your cherry!"
"I know!" I laughed.
Devon pouted again. "I wish my first time with another
woman was with Krissy! Stephanie is nice and all, but... I
mean, Krissy is _my girl_. She has been SO GOOD to me. Our
relationship would be even more special if she was my first
woman. I know that she would have treated me right."
Devon blushed for an instant, then temporarily cast her
blue eyes downward before looking up at me once again. "Do
you know what else, Jeremy? I wish that Krissy was my first
woman, yes. But I wish that YOU were my first person - man
or woman - period. Lindsay is such a lucky girl because you
are the one who took her virginity."
My eyes wide, I stared at Devon for several seconds. "You
wish that I was the one who took your virginity? You wish
that you waited until coming to this island at the age of 27
to have sex? I find that very difficult to believe..."
Devon giggled at my suspicious, yet playful tone. "Well,
there is more to that wish, Jeremy. I wish that you took my
virginity, yes... but I wish that it happened 10 or 12 years
ago. It would have been awesome if you and I knew each
other back in those days... went to the same high school. I
would have latched onto you and NEVER let you go."
Devon's happy, joyous expression suddenly turned sour and
she lowered her head in sorrow because of it. "I bet that
Allison would still be alive if you were my boyfriend when I
was 16, Jeremy, back in January of 1994."
"Oh?" I asked, curious. "Why would she still be...?"
"Because you would have stepped in and convinced us what
IDIOTS me and my friends were for wanting to try Ecstasy,"
Devon responded, cutting my own question off in mid-sentence.
She shook her head and made eye contact with me once again.
"I know that about you, Jeremy. You would not have stopped
until all of us threw those pills where they belonged - in
the trash. I know that you would never tolerate your wife
or girlfriend doing something so totally stupid and foolish."
Devon was correct. Even at such an early age, I would
have intervened and made sure that she and her friends did
not experiment with drugs. If I knew Devon back in those
days, Allison may still very well be alive today...
"What about Kristanna?" I asked, wanting to lighten the
subject between us and, more importantly, bring that smile
back to Devon's face. "Would you have wanted Kristanna to
be a part of our life in those days, too?"
"You know I would!" Devon replied, her voice full of
charisma and zest. "Krissy could have been the wild and
wacky exchange student from Norway. All three of us could
have went out together, Jeremy, and been a couple! Still,
though... I would have wanted to give my virginity to you."
"What about me and Krissy at the same time?" I wondered.
"Trish was just as responsible for taking Lindsay's virginity
as I was. Krissy and I could have teamed up on you."
"Hmmmmm..." Devon moaned, her eyes now twinkling with pure
delight. "I like your idea better than mine! Then, after
high school graduation, I would have wanted to marry BOTH you
and Krissy!" Devon was full of the merry giggles as she
concluded, "That would be my ultimate fantasy come to life!"
"You would want to marry BOTH of us?" I asked, dumbfounded
by her bold proclamation. "Really?"
Devon was still giggling. "Oh, I know it sounds crazy!
It is really just a little flight-of-fancy for me, you know.
I also know, dear Jeremy, that Krissy and you are nothing
more than friends. But still... I can dream. I wish all of
us met each other years ago - in high school - fell in love,
and decided to spend the rest of our lives together. Perhaps
even best of all, all three of us giving our virginity up to
each other at the same time. And YES, a three-way marriage!
I would be so much better off today - in an infinite number
of ways - if you and Krissy were part of my life back in
those days. I would have never met Barrett, either! That
would have been a major positive in and of itself."
I chuckled at the mention of her ex-boyfriend. "This guy
must have been SOME jerk," was my speculation. "All you do
when you talk about Barrett, Devon, is bring him down. I
have yet to hear a good word about him."
The 27-year-old shrugged her shoulders and offered me an
impish expression. "That is because nothing good could EVER
be said about Barrett. I have no idea how I could have put
up with him for as long as I did. No idea..."
"Because you are loyal?" I theorized. "Loyal to a fault?
You are the most loyal and most devoted person I have ever
met, Devon. The reason you stayed with Barrett for as long
as you did was because you wanted to make it work. Because
you are so loyal, you exhausted every avenue to make things
work out with him over those seven years. Am I correct?"
Devon made a face. "That was stupid of me, huh?"
I shook my head. "No, you weren't stupid. Barrett was.
Barrett should have treated you better and realized that he
had a princess on his hands. But his loss is my gain..."
Devon smiled and slipped both of her arms around me in a
loving embrace. She planted a simple kiss upon my neck and
cooed, "You are incredible, Jeremy. You really are. No one
has ever made me so special before. I love you. I love this
island. I love the whole atmosphere of this place. It feels
like I stepped out of my old life in Pennsylvania - just left
it behind - and stepped into someone else's life. My world
has been turned upside-down, but in the best way possible.
It really feels as if I traded places with someone else!"
"Whatever makes you happy, Devon... that is all I care
about." When the young woman retracted from our embrace, I
reached out with my hands and stroked her mouth with both of
my thumbs in a warm, tender fashion. I then looked into
those alluring eyes of hers and offered up a soothing smile.
"I would like to spend the rest of the morning and afternoon
with you, sweetheart. I will take you anywhere on the island
that you want to go. The choice is up to you..."
Devon placed her hand upon my chest and held it there for
several seconds before offering, "I remember just last week,
Jeremy, you took Stephanie diving off the coast. If it is
not too much trouble, _I_ would love to go diving with you."
"Oh? Do you have any experience?"
"I'm certified, baby!"
"You're a certified diver?"
"Yeppers," Devon clarified, nodding her head. "I took both
basic and advanced scuba diving courses at this place back in
Pennsylvania called _Underwater World_ a couple years ago. I
also took courses in nitrox and advanced nitrox. Since then,
I have went diving off the coasts of Pennsylvania, New Jersey
and, while visiting friends there, Florida."
"Excellent," I nodded. "Then I don't have to hold your
hand and worry about you like I did with Stephanie last week.
That was her first dive, ever. So, dear... do you want to go
diving right now? We can get the diving equipment from the
storage room, then take the big boat out to the ocean. Or,
we can do something else first, if that is what you want.
Some lunch? An ice cream? Whatever you want is fine..."
"I'd like to go diving now," Devon informed me. "Again,
if it is okay with you..."
I smiled at her. "You're the boss. Not me." I stood up
from the chair here within the library and extended my hand
toward her. "Off we go, _lay luscious Miss Da-VON_..."
"Awesome!" she exclaimed, accepting my hand.
* * *
A few minutes past noon-time, while aboard the big boat,
Devon and I counted to three, then backrolled into the 77
degree waters of the Pacific and let the current wash over
us. I felt the familiar calm wash over me all at once.
There is nothing like the serenity of being suspended in
mid-water and the concurrent rush of flying past dizzying
arrays of color and life. From 80 FSW (feet of seawater),
Devon and I could clearly see the bottom of the boat and
make out the coral heads nearly 50 yards in all directions.
Our first close encounter with marine life was with a
colony of friendly sea lions, who were more than happy to
show us how slow we were when we attempted playing a game of
_catch me_ with them. Devon then pointed out a hawksbill
turtle which, unfortunately, had a ten-foot-long fishing line
attached to its mouth. I tried to cut the line, but the
turtle got scared and swam away before I could finish. We
then came across several spotted eagle rays, free-swimming
moray eels, streaming schools of French and blue striped
grunts, and gigantic grouper and lobster.
Since Devon was an experienced diver, I had decided to
bring my _Sony DCR-TRV315_ digital camera, complete with
underwater housing, along for the trip. My thinking was
that, because Devon knew what she was doing in the water, I
could get some good snapshots of the various sea life without
having to worry about her safety.
The exceptionally clear water made it easy for Devon and
yours truly to spread out over the reefs and sand flats
while maintaining visual contact with each other. I used
this opportunity to get extended interaction (as well as
photographs) with a wide variety of inquisitive animals. A
single balloonfish seemed quite interested in me. No matter
where I drifted off to, it followed me around for several
moments before finally losing interest and floating away. I
was able to obtain several good snapshots of it, though.
The reefs were gorgeous as well, with healthy coral, large
tube and barrel sponges, and abundant anemones with their
attendant brittle stars and shrimp. Each coral head was
crowned by teeming masses of colorful reef fish and cloudy
pockets of fish fry. Indeed, it seemed like a completely
different universe down here. It was simply breathtaking.
Devon returned to my side and we proceeded to ride the
currents and watch the circle of life unspool around us in
the reef's fairytale turrets and spires. Soon, I remembered
that there was actually a sunken ship in close proximity to
us. Knowing that she would find it interesting, I motioned
for Devon to follow me further into the depths.
Minutes later at 124 feet underwater, Devon and I were
standing on the sea floor with the bow towering way above
us. The wreck had corals and sponges growing all over it.
The sinking of this ship was a terrible tragedy, indeed, but
new life had since sprung up upon it as it was a coral reef.
Unfortunately, the vessel - a fishing boat that was
reported missing in 1944 and not discovered until 1976 -
appeared to be in a lot worse shape than the last time I
visited it. The wooden deck and structures above it were
rotted away, but the steel skeleton remained, although it
was slowly but surely being destroyed by corrosion from the
salty sea. That was depressing to me.
Unlike the last time I went diving here (eight months ago
with Kristanna), there were large holes in the side of the
ship, with entire sections already caved in. Originally, I
wanted to take Devon on a swim through the cabin and engine
room. However, I chose not to in fear of that if either of
us bumped into something, we could be trapped inside!
While Devon and I were curiously exploring the wreck, our
dive computers indicated that we had stayed underwater too
long to safely return to the surface. Thus, we had to stop
on our way back topside and decompress before getting out of
the water. After 45 minutes of underwater exploration, Devon
and I finally returned to the boat and climbed aboard it.
Naturally, Devon claimed that she had a _whale of a time_
(no pun intended) and made me promise that I would escort her
back into the depths sometime soon for another dive. Also,
it should come as no great surprise that next time, Devon
insisted, she wanted Kristanna to come with us as well.
* * *
"You could never pay me enough money to go diving in the
ocean!" Lindsay said to not only me, but Devon as well, as
the three of us relaxed together in the recreation room of
the estate. Two hours after Devon and I had returned to the
island from our open water adventure, we found ourselves with
the young and charming Lindsay here in the recreation room.
Devon, who was in the process of replying to an e-mail
from her sister on one of the three _Sony Vaio_ computers
that were found here, turned toward Lindsay and flicked a
wrist at her. "Diving is so much fun. It is exhilarating!
Why in the world are you afraid to go into the water?"
Lindsay's eyes wide, she huffed and answered, "Uhhhhh...
HELLO? Sharks! I would be SCARED TO DEATH of a horrible,
nasty _Jaws_ coming along and taking a big bite out of me!"
Devon snickered at Lindsay and her childlike reaction and
demeanor as she continued, "I do not know how you and Jeremy
could have went diving like that! _124 FEET DEEP_? All it
takes is one hungry shark! AND YOU WANT TO GO DIVING AGAIN?"
Devon was still laughing because Lindsay, for all intents
and purposes, sounded like a horrified grade schooler right
now. In fact, Devon had to collect her senses and take a
moment to settle down before finally saying, "Of course we
want to go diving again, honey. Jeremy and I are going back
to that sunken ship sometime this coming weekend. Kristanna
is going to tag along with us for the trip, too."
Lindsay held both hands out in front of her and shook them
about in a wild manner. "But what if you see a SHARK?"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "I would actually LIKE to
see a shark." Lindsay seemingly had a heart attack because
of those words as Devon added, "I went on a shark dive once
in Florida. I signed up with some friends of mine to go on
a shark dive with a professional diving academy."
"Oh yeah?" I asked her, curious. "How did that go?"
"It was awesome!" Devon responded. "I remember one of
the divemaster's assistants took a plastic milk carton full
of dead tuna-fish and suspended it ten feet from the bottom
of the ocean. It was like ringing a dinner bell! Eight to
ten various types of sharks appeared out of nowhere within a
minute or so. I sat off to the side with my friends, the
divemaster and his crew assistants, and we watched the
sharks swim around the bait in circles. Occasionally, they
would try to take a bite at it. Once the carton was broken,
the sharks went crazy for about 15 seconds. But when all of
the tuna was gone, the sharks all drifted away. Before the
container was broke, though, a reef shark - probably about
six feet in length - swam RIGHT BY ME. I even reached out
and touched its side with my finger. It felt rugged!"
"How did it react to you touching it?" I inquired.
Devon shook her head. "It didn't seem to care, or even
notice. When I got back to the surface, I was so excited!
I told anyone who would listen that I actually touched a
shark! Not just any shark, but a reef shark!"
"A Caribbean reef shark?" I asked, wanting clarification,
to which Devon nodded her head at me.
Lindsay looked squeamish. "Haven't Caribbean reef sharks
been known to attack humans?"
"Very rarely," I told her. "Usually one will only attack
a human if it is feels threatened or cornered. Treat it with
respect and give it space, and there should be no problems."
"It would the same way with a dog, honey," Devon said to
Lindsay. "Most dogs will not attack humans unless they feel
threatened. But if you give it enough of a reason, even a
poodle will bite you just like a doberman or pit bull would."
"What if you and Jeremy saw a Great White Shark when you
were diving?" Lindsay shrieked. "They are killers!"
"Nonsense," Devon mused.
"Didn't you see _JAWS_?" Lindsay cackled.
"Since they started keeping statistics on shark attacks,
in 1876, Great Whites have been responsible for 58 human
fatalities and, I believe, 206 non-fatal attacks across the
whole, wide world," I told Lindsay. "That is 58 deaths over
a 128 year period. Think of how many people die from being
in automobile accidents every single day, Lindsay. There
have been only five fatal Great White attacks along the west
coast of America during that same 128 year span. Compare...
an average of 15 people die EVERY YEAR from dog bites."
"Only 58 people have been killed by Great White sharks in
the past 128 years?" Lindsay countered. "No way..."
"It has been documented," I informed her. "You can look
it up on the Internet. Think of how many people are in the
ocean every year. You have a much higher risk of being
fatally wounded by a dog than you do by a Great White, or
any other shark, for that matter. A shark can come very
close to the shoreline. It can swim in water that is only
three or four feet deep. Just think of all of the millions
of people who go swimming, surfing and jet-skiing each year."
"I think most shark attacks on humans happen when people
are laying or sitting on their surfboard, with their arms or
legs dangling in the water," Devon chimed in. "The sharks
see the bottom of the surfboard and mistake it for a seal,
which is one of their favorite things to eat. The shark will
come up and bite at a leg or arm but, once it realizes that
the person is not a seal, it will lose interest and leave."
"But that can be a pretty nasty bite!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"I heard about some girl last year who had her arm bit off!"
"The bite can be devastating, yes," I agreed. "Still, you
have a better chance of being killed by an attacking dog than
by a shark bite. You have a better chance of being killed by
a dog than you do of even being barely HURT by a shark."
"All those terrible movies about sharks they have made
over the years have given people the misconception that they
are mindless killing machines that are constantly hunting
for humans," Devon offered. "That is so untrue. When I was
in Florida, the divemaster said he had oversaw 2,400 shark
dives like the one I was on, and not once did they have an
incident. I felt totally safe and secure."
Lindsay shook her head in a defiant manner. "I do not
care what either of you say. You will never see me going
diving in the ocean like you two did. You really have no
idea what is lurking down there... waiting to pounce on you!"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "The same could be said
for life on land too, honey. Snakes, other reptiles...
poisonous insects... anything. Bears, cougars... even other
people themselves. We are not immune from danger no matter
where we go. Dry land is no different than being underwater
in that regard. There are dangers everywhere you go. Car
wrecks, catching a disease, whatever you want to think of."
"Your life is in danger every minute of every single day,"
I told Lindsay. "Devon's life, my life, everyone's life.
We could be sleeping and a meteor could come crashing down
on us. Devon and I, and even Kristanna... we enjoy diving.
It is SO beautiful in the water, Lindsay. Whatever risks
that are down there, we are willing to take. You do not want
to dive? That is fine. We never asked you to."
Lindsay shook her head yet again, then shivered in quite
the theatrical manner. "Let's stop talking about depressing
subjects like this, okay? HUH? Let's do something fun and
constructive here! Let's play video games!"
Devon slapped her own forehead in a playful fashion and
giggled. "VIDEO GAMES? Well... you two can play video games
if you want." She turned in the swivel chair at the computer
and focused her eyesight upon the monitor in front of her.
"Me? I'm going to finish this e-mail to my sister."
Lindsay, who was seated across from me here on the floor,
reached out with both hands and grasped my wrists with them.
"What do you want to play, Jeremy? How about we fire up the
_X-Box_ and play _Buffy the Vampire Slayer_? What do you
think? I still need to beat the final boss! You can help!"
"You played that game with Trish, Lindsay," I reminded
her. "The save file is as much hers as it is yours. You
two played that game together for well over a week. If you
beat the game, sweetheart, Trish should be here to enjoy the
moment as well. Don't you think?"
The 18-year-old made a face and crinkled her nose at me.
"But I do not want to play video games with Trish anymore.
I do not want to have anything to do with Trish anymore..."
I took a deep breath, but relented. "Very well. I will
help you beat the final boss if you have trouble with him.
But do not delete the save point, because Trish may want to
try her hand at defeating the final boss in the future too.
Trish should have that opportunity if she wants it."
"Okay," Lindsay nodded, her voice cheery and gleeful.
* * *
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 Tuesday 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 descent into the horizon. The sound of
waves gently lapping the shore 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
precious Lindsay had spent with Amy as of late. She also
knew of the nasty things they had done together.
It seemed criminal to me that a woman who was not only as
beautiful as Trish, but also so sweet and warm-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 upon 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 28 - 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.
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
Stephanie 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. "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
upon 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 5:15pm the following 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 beloved 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 Stephanie 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!" Stephanie 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?" Stephanie 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!" Stephanie 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 upon her face. "When I felt her tongue first
touch mine, it was as if the 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 upon 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 upon 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?" Stephanie 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 was 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?"
"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, fidgeting about at the idea.
"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 upon Lindsay, Stephanie giggled and
shook her head. "You really have no idea how incredibly hot
and gorgeous you are. Right? 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 29-year-old Amy told her. "Little kiddies
from high school who did not know their left from right."
"The tight, little teen-age girl is never appreciated the
way she should be by the boys and girls around her in high
school," Stephanie 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, honey. 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."
"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 little 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 Alicia - 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."
"You are spiraling out of control," Stephanie 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," Stephanie 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?" Stephanie 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.
Following dinner on Wednesday evening, I finally decided
it was time that I finally give the _Jeep_ the tune-up which
I had been putting off for the past couple of weeks. I had
purchased all of the repair and upgrade parts on the mainland
long before the ladies had made their initial arrival here on
the island. Now, I suddenly 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 Devon.
Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Devon'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?"
Devon rolled her eyes in response, then flashed me that
winning smile of hers. "Oh, I don't know. It's just... I
am feeling kind of... fluttery, this evening."
"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."
Devon 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 uniform?" Those sweet-sounding words
brought me out of my temporary state of shock. A moment
later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit
the floor. Devon was the cheerleader of my dreams...
The 27-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
Devon's taut, voluptuous curves in an enticing manner. The
vest also bore a high school's name and emblem, so I figured
the uniform was from Devon's days as a varsity cheerleader.
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 Devon
stepped closer to me. It was also very short and low-cut.
Underneath the little skirt, a pair of green cheerleader
panties could barely be seen. From what I saw, they looked
purely intoxicating. Devon's outfit was topped off with
green socks which were rolled down to her little, slender
ankles, and a pair of white athletic sneakers.
"Oh God..." I moaned, my eyes ravaging her luscious body,
encased in that sinful, little uniform, from head to toe.
Devon giggled as she stepped even closer toward me. "It's
just you're 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, Devon shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a
simple manner. It was accompanied by an innocent expression
upon 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, Devon playfully winked
at me and murmured, "I'll be waiting for you in our suite..."
Devon 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. Devon decided
to put a punctuation point on things as she overly strutted
while walking, her lush, tight 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
Devon and her cheerleading uniform flashed throughout my
mind. Fix the _Jeep_, or have sex with Devon? 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 the grease and grime, then was ready
for some action. _YES_! Time to stuff that cheerleader!
While en route to the luxurious suite which Devon and I
shared together, 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 - but did
not want to be short of breath for when I reunited with
Devon. I needed all of my strength for her.
* * *
"Oh yes," came a female's voice as I opened the door to
our personal suite. "Look at that! Little green 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 upon the edge of the bed without a single stitch of
clothing on, with Devon sprawled out across her lap. Amy,
whose hand was caressing Devon'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 Devon to yelp wildly in response.
Amy opened her mouth and gasped, then offered a playful
expression as she slowly peeled Devon's green panties from
her hips. My 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 Devon's puffy folds. "So this is
what these naughty cheerleaders hide under their panties!"
"Oh God..." I moaned in response, realizing that Devon
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 Devon. "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
hand across Devon's ass. Devon groaned and yelped as Amy
proceeded to land a series of swift blows and hard swats.
"Spank me harder..." Devon 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, Devon 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, Devon's skirt was hiked above her waist...
"Oh God..." she cried loudly, the skin upon her tender
ass turning a bright shade of red before my very eyes.
"Take that, you slut!" Amy screamed as she continued to
slap her open hand upon Devon'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 Devon 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 Devon
and cooed, "What about you, sweetheart?"
"Yes..." came her answer. "I... I deserved it."
"Of course you deserved it," Amy said, grabbing Devon by
the pony-tail and gently pulling her into a seated position.
The 27-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 Devon's face toward hers and offering the
princess 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...
Devon 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?"
Devon 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 little, cheerleader princess here...
and make her squeal like a pig!" As Devon 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?" Devon asked me, before offering a 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 Devon. "Hard, dildo love..."
"Oh God, yes!" Devon 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?" Devon 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 girls play, Jeremy."
With Devon now perched upon her hands and knees, I shot a
glance toward her upturned ass, as well as her exposed 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.
Amy had all the qualities of a _Fem Domme_ and seemed to be
making Devon into her submissive at this very moment in time.
Those thoughts fresh in my mind, I moaned with pure lust
as Amy then positioned herself upon her knees directly behind
Devon. She latched onto her quivering ass with both hands,
then a series of squeals and growls were heard from Devon as
the massive 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 Devon 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 a princess, 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.
"Devon is a slut," 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, Devon'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 my charming princess like a
rancid piece of meat. It was a wonder I did not pass out...
"SCREAM FOR ME!" the 29-year-old demanded, leaning over
and yanking on Devon's pony-tail. "SCREAM FOR ME! LET ME
KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT!" Devon did not respond at first,
which prompted Amy to harshly smack her ass with an open
hand. "SCREAM FOR ME, BITCH!"
This time, Devon did as she was told. Her loud cries and
whines vibrated throughout our luxury 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 Devon's upturned ass yet another stinging slap.
"OH GOD WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?" the enchantress from
Pennsylvania 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 boyfriend 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
Devon'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 Devon continue to scream. She did just that, but Amy
kept up with the spanking and discipline, smacking Devon's
round, picture-perfect ass with quick-fire whacks.
Before I knew what had happened next, Devon'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 Devon 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
upon Devon's lips, before turning and smiling directly at me.
"That's how us girls play, Jeremy. That's how we play."
Once Devon rolled over onto her back and let out another
content sigh, Amy immediately reached down and placed a hand
upon 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!" Devon exclaimed, turning her
face to the side, but keeping her eyes locked upon Amy's.
"Say you're a nasty girl," Amy demanded, as Devon squealed
in both excitement and (mock) denial. "Say it!" Not getting
the answer she wanted just yet, Amy grabbed Devon's forehead
and turned her face toward her. Holding it tightly, she
reiterated, "Say you're a nasty girl! Say it!"
Grunting with lust, Devon'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. Your little sweetheart 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 Devon
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.
Devon still looked fantastic in that little uniform she
had on. The white blouse with the green sweater-vest over
it, along with a swishy, little green-and-white skirt which
was now bunched up around her abdomen. Her green panties
were long gone, but the matching socks and shoes were still
upon her feet. Devon was the cheerleader of my dreams!
Once Amy withdrew my (now) hard cock from her mouth and
slapped its bulging tip upon 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 Devon needs another fucking," Amy nodded, 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!" Devon squealed in (mock) protest. "NASTY!"
Amy turned toward the blonde and grinned, "You know what
to do, baby." Once Devon 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.
Devon flashed me that charming 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, Devon
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 Devon
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 Devon's puckered anus. She wiggled her hips at me,
obviously enjoying the sensations my finger brought her.
With her pussy already jammed full of Amy's dildo, I took
great care when inserting my erection into Devon'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 upon her upturned ass, I grasped Devon'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 Devon's magnificent ass.
I grasped her hips even tighter and began to piston my
throbbing member in-and-out of Devon'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 Devon tonight...
"FUCK ME!" Devon suddenly demanded, showing her more
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
Devon's pussy. Then, I would lunge forward, which drove my
cock far and deep into the 27-year-old's ass. Amy and I
repeated this very same sequence over and over again - which
was obviously what Devon wanted us to do.
"OOOOOH YEAH, FUCK ME!" Devon continued screaming. "YES!
YES! OH GOD, YES!" She repeatedly slammed her open palm
down upon the bed and added, "YES! YES! YES! GOD YES!"
I was now gripping Devon's hips as hard as I possibly
could while I churned myself in-and-out of her air-tight
anus. At the same time, Amy had her arms wrapped around
Devon'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 Devon with every last fiber of
strength in our bodies. My sweetheart's body was actually
vibrating due to the intense amount of pleasure that Amy and
I were providing her with. Devon 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 the way inside of
Devon's ass one final time, and then the eruption took place.
Devon 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. Devon 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 to my very core, racking my soul with powerful
waves of erotic electricity.
"Oh God yes..." Devon 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 Devon 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
Devon'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 fucked so hard before, period..." Devon
groaned. She turned her face and looked over her shoulder
at me, then smiled. "That was incredible, Jeremy!"
"You are what is incredible," I countered, curling my neck
and kissing Devon on the lips. At the same time, Amy grinned
and pecked Devon's cheek with a kiss of her own. I offered
Amy a quick kiss, then gave another to Devon. "You set me up
for this, huh? You even got Amy involved, too. But where is
Krissy? It seems that if you are not with me, Devon, you are
with Krissy. Where is she at tonight?"
"Trish," Devon answered. "She is with Trish tonight."
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.
"It is the Krissy and Trishy show tonight, at least for
the time being," Devon chirped. "I think they are in the
exercise room working out with aerobics and free weights.
Krissy said that she will hook up with us a bit later on."
"Trishy?" I laughed. "That is a good one."
"Hmmmmm... I love you so much, dear Jeremy," Devon purred,
rolling over onto her back beneath me and then encircling my
neck and shoulders with both arms. Her blue eyes glowing,
Devon grinned up at me and commented, "Jeg vil at du skal
v�re min mann og Krissy som min kone. Vi tre sammen."
Stunned, I glared at Devon in response. "Excuse me?"
Devon giggled and proclaimed, "That's Norwegian! Krissy
has been teaching me her language!" Devon giggled again and
added, "I hope that what I just said makes sense..."
"What exactly did you say? Or try to say?"
Grinning, Devon shook her head. "Krissy made me promise
that I would NEVER give you any translations." I scoffed at
those words as Devon continued, "Krissy says that you have to
learn her language if you really want to know. She also says
that you LOVE it when she talks to you in Norwegian."
I chuckled and shook my head. "Oh yes... I absolutely
love it. I love having no idea what people are saying to
me." I laughed once again. "So are you going to turn into
a Junior Missy Krissy, Devon? A Junior Mistanna Kristanna?"
"Mistanna Kristanna?" Amy giggled.
"I think that I will stick with being Devon," she assured
me. "Sweet and sassy Devon. The Pennsylvania princess? I
am just interested in learning Krissy's language. That is
all. I have always wanted to take up a second language."
"Sticking with and staying Devon is a good thing," I told
her, kissing her on the lips for emphasis. "Do not change a
thing about yourself. I like you just the way you are."
"Awwwww... that's so sweet," Devon cooed in return.
I offered her a hopeful smile. "Now are you gonna tell
me what it is that you just said?"
"Nope!" Devon snickered, being foolish. "I will say one
thing, though." She glanced at both of us and announced,
"Amy, Jeremy... takk for n�." Giggling yet again, Devon
soon concluded, "Jeg liker � l�re norsk!"
"Oh my God..." I laughed, my head lowered for a moment.
"You ARE turning into another M-K. A sweet and sassy M-K,
indeed, but an M-K nonetheless." I kissed Devon flush on
the lips and mused, "It seems that I better take up that
crazy language quick. You two are gonna drive me insane."
"Krissy could be the M-K and Devon could be the D-C-D,"
Amy suggested, getting in on the fun. "How does that sound?"
"What does D-C-D mean?" Devon wondered.
"D-cup Devon."
"Amy!"
"Hey Amy," I said to the fiery red-head. "I think that
little D-C-D here is in need of another good, hard spanking."
Amy licked her lips and nodded her head in response as I went
on, "Talking to us in riddles... what do you think?"
"I agree wholeheartedly," Amy concurred. "Maybe we can
SPANK the translation out of her!"
"You can try," Devon told us in a defiant, yet playful
tone. "But you will never succeed!"
"We shall see about that," Amy grinned, rubbing her hands
together with quite the evil, wicked gleam in her eyes...
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