“My God, Lindsay...” I moaned, my eyes wide in both lust and desire. “One of these days, sweetheart... you’re going to drive me insane. Absolutely insane! I swear it...” Lindsay giggled at my prophetic words as she stood before me, wearing one of her patented, oh-so-luscious cheerleading uniforms. Talk about an instant erection! Lindsay was such a precious angel to me, but could also be a fiendish vixen when she was in a flirtatious, teasing mode - like now. She had just come trolloping into my private suite seconds ago.
Where do I begin to describe what I saw in front of me? How about that unblemished, cover-girl face of hers, along with the bright, ruby-red lipstick? I was easily drawn to Lindsay’s immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair, as it was neatly pulled back upon her forehead and styled with two bushy, adorable pig-tails on top. The mere sight made this total lust bunny of a woman appear a couple of years younger than her actual age of 19. Talk about tempting... Lindsay wore a tight, form-fitting turtleneck underneath a sleeveless, V-necked cheerleader shell top. Its primary color was blue, with yellow stripes running across each shoulder and down her slender sides. A white insignia of a megaphone was perched across its front, with her first name spelled out in stylish letters just below it. Lindsay’s cheerleader skirt was equally delicious to look at - and salivate over. It was blue with yellow pleats, and extremely short. Its hem ended several inches above mid-thigh, and offered a sneaking glimpse of the yellow panties that she had on underneath. Her thin, doe-like legs looked scrumptious enough for me to kiss and worship for the next, oh... ten to twenty years. I’d never become bored of that! Those heavenly legs were also firm, and well-tanned... To complete her outfit, Lindsay wore saddle shoes and a pair of white socks - each of which were rolled down to her ankles. With her petite, oh-so-tight frame and that sweet, impeccable face, Lindsay was the picture of cheerleader innocence. She just looked so pure and wholesome...
I looked deeply at Lindsay and almost became lost in her blue eyes. I blinked, then re-focused and found myself taking in the wondrous beauty of Lindsay’s face. Somehow, I found the will to speak. “Sweetheart... we have to be at the airport in about 90 minutes. What in the world are you doing dressed like that... RIGHT NOW?” The 19-year-old had a bounce in her step as she spun around in a circle, offering me a beguiling smile to boot. “It only takes an hour or so to get to the airport, Jeremy,” she told me in her calm, friendly tone. “I thought maybe before we left... you and I could play our favorite game. You know the game I’m talking about, right? Lindsay the naughty cheerleader, and Jeremy... the nasty pervert!” I shook my head in response to the little vixen and her playful words. How I was able to restrain myself with Lindsay wearing that uniform was beyond my comprehension. “We need to get there early,” I told her, shaking my head once more, trying to be firm. “Better early, than late...” Lindsay stared at me for several seconds, but said nary a word as she then turned and looked around my personal suite. Suddenly, I found myself totally mesmerized with the sight of Lindsay’s tanned, sleek legs as she stood with her back to me. The bouncy cheerleader skirt she wore did an awesome job of accentuating those luscious legs. It wasn’t too long before was I blatantly gawking at the mere sight of them... Finally turning her head to glance over her shoulder at me, Lindsay giggled as I continued to stare at her. She then shifted her weight a couple of times, which drew my attention even more toward her slender legs. “Maybe you’re right, Jeremy,” she said, slowly walking toward the bookcase full of artifacts and historical relics upon the far wall. “We do need to get to the airport. I guess I’ll go change out of my cheerleading uniform.” “I want to be there before the girls arrive,” I told her, my voice ragged as lust swirled throughout my body. “OH...” Lindsay gently said, before bending over slightly at the waist to look at an object upon the shelf. Lindsay pretended to inspect the artifact, but I could easily tell that her sole purpose in leaning over was to tease me. She then wiggled her little ass at me in a most seductive manner. “Wow...” Lindsay said, as she bent lower, looking at another object. “I never knew you had this stuff in your room before, Jeremy.” I groaned as the young minx raised a foot and wiggled it about for a moment. It was a simple move on her part, but also powerfully erotic. Lindsay put her foot back down and then bent EVEN LOWER - now she was inspecting something upon the bottom shelf. Her legs widespread, Lindsay was bent-over at the waist in her cheerleading uniform, her skirt riding high and her little ass - covered by the yellow panties - on total display. My body was trembling so much that I feared it may explode... Lindsay stood up and slowly turned toward me, sweeping her long-flowing blonde hair in the process with her right forearm. “Where did you get that artifact, Jeremy?” she asked, pointing to the piece on the lower right. “It looks so expensive, and beautiful...”
I was too distracted to speak.
Lindsay waited for a verbal answer, but didn’t get one. Thus, she bent down and once again, inspected the object on the bottom shelf. Again, her skirt rode high as I found myself drooling at the sight of her ass. This time, though, she glanced back at me and caught me openly gawking at her. Lindsay stood up once again, then casually reached behind herself to smooth her cheerleader skirt downward. Because the 19-year-old had teased me so very much, I now found myself with an incredible, raging erection. She obviously had no interest in admiring those artifacts and relics upon the shelf. This whole charade of hers was nothing more than a ploy to get me aroused. “I can’t wait to see the others,” Lindsay said as she strolled over to a chair, her long, silky-smooth hair coming into contact with my shoulder in the process. I could smell her perfume... it was lavender. The wondrous scent flooded my senses, and made my head swoon. Lindsay then took a seat and told me, “I think I’ll get changed in a minute.” Try as I might, but I could not help but to stare at those gorgeous, lithe legs once again. Lindsay knew what I was doing, and very slowly crossed her legs - which brought a harsh, excited moan from deep within me. The teen-ager had me under her spell - and she knew it.
“I’d really like for you to fuck me,” Lindsay proclaimed, her voice suddenly very intent and focused.
I shook my head in response to her aggressive words as I began to appraise the rest of her body. Lindsay had such slender arms and shoulders, but I paused too long to admire her smallish, firm breasts as they jutted outward upon her blue-and-yellow shell top. Lindsay’s face was absolutely stunning. She had a perfect set of healthy, white teeth, which accompanied a killer smile. How could I deny her? Despite the heated state of arousal she had put me in, I suddenly felt mysteriously at ease. Lindsay was so easy - so comfortable, to be around. She was a true goddess... “I want you to fuck me, Jeremy,” she reiterated. “Even if it is just a quickie!” My cock began to throb as Lindsay took a deep breath and arched her shoulders back, causing the cheerleader top she wore to stretch tightly upon her breasts. My eyes wide, she added, “I need it SO bad...”
You weren’t the only one, honey...

* * *

Just as I was about to close the distance between Lindsay and myself - and give her what she truly wanted and needed - Devon came bristling into the room and looked at us oddly. The 25-year-old - a super-sexy blonde herself - easily had one of the most luscious bodies of any woman alive. “What are you two doing?” Devon asked us, a slight grin upon her face as she shook her head. “We need to go to the airport! We HAVE to be there when the girls’ plane arrives.” She paused and looked at me, still smiling. “You’re a bad man, Jeremy. Getting Lindsay to dress up for you like this.” “She did it on her own!” I countered in self-defense, grinning. “I know we have to be at the airport...” Devon let out a laugh and shook her head once more. Her next move was to grab Lindsay by the wrist. “I’ll see to it that you get changed. Now let’s go.” Although she protested a bit outloud, Lindsay did not show any physical resistance as Devon dragged her out of my private suite. “Party crasher!” Lindsay exclaimed, which made me smile. “One more word out of you,” Devon said in her squealy tone, “and I’ll put you over my knee, and spank you!” “Party crasher!” Lindsay shot back, as their voices then faded out of earshot range.

* * * * * * * *

Six months had gone by since Pamela - my ex-wife - had left me forever. Things seemed to be going so well between us that her sudden change of heart only multiplied the extreme hurt I was feeling even more. Still, I had yet to figure out why Pamela left me. I do not know what I did wrong to her, or what the ultimate deciding factor was for her to leave me. All I know is that she did, and I will probably never find out what her true reasoning was for it. All I could do was speculate, but I had learned in recent months that simply led me further down the road of self-ruin. Fortunately, I had two loving angels by my side - Lindsay and Devon - who helped put me back on the right path in life. When Pamela packed up and left the island, Trish went with her. Trish, of course, had been Lindsay’s room-mate and lover for several months, but her leaving was just as harsh and cruel as was my ex-wife’s. Lindsay was devastated and in shambles, but she fought through the inner pain and eventually overcame it. Of course, she had a tremendous amount of love and support from both Devon and yours truly. Devon, who had a rather bad history with her family, used this secluded, remote island as a way to shield herself from them. She also loved the year-round sun and surf which could be found here in the South Pacific. It was rather obvious from the very first day Devon had stepped foot on this island - seven months ago - that she had her sights set on me. I still found it quite puzzling how a lovely, gorgeous woman such as Devon could immediately focus all of her energy and attention upon a (normal) man like me. I was not complaining, though, and had grown to love Devon over the past several months. Lindsay’s one-year anniversary of living on the island was coming up, so she had been here a bit longer than Devon. I loved Lindsay just as much as I did Devon, though the quirky teen-ager was a bit more special to me. No matter what the situation was, Lindsay always seemed to make me feel happy inside. She was that kind of person.

* * *

The first couple of months after Pamela and Trish left were quite turbulent for both Lindsay and myself. It was bad enough that they had left us. It was even worse that both of them had ripped our collective hearts out. I held Lindsay up, while she had to hold me up at the very same time. That was the only way we could make it through this tough time - together. Fortunately, Devon was always in the background - willing to lend a helping hand whenever necessary. And, that was quite often. Over the past six months, Lindsay and Devon had become very close with one another. Perhaps I found that as the most enjoyable thing - seeing their personal relationship first take off, then flourish. Lindsay and Devon were an excellent match together. They were always laughing and having a wonderful time with each other. Watching them interact in this fashion healed me a lot quicker - from what Pamela had done to me - than I would have been able to do myself (alone).
Every single day, I said a prayer for both Lindsay and Devon. PLEASE let them love each other... and PLEASE have them stay with me. I could not survive without them...

* * *

Just one week ago, I received an unexpected e-mail from Amy - asking whether or not it would be okay if she and her girlfriend, Stephanie, could return to the island for a “summer vacation”. In her message, Amy said that she had also been in contact with both Christina and Lisa - and they were interested in spending the upcoming summer here, too. “None of us want you to pay us this time around,” was another thing Amy stated in her e-mail. “We see your island as a vacation spot - not as a summer job. We don’t want any money. All of us just want to be with you again, Jeremy.” It was a heartwarming and uplifting message, and I showed it to both Lindsay and Devon to get their approval. Both of them had no problems with those four ladies - Amy, Stephanie, Christina and Lisa - spending the next two or three months with us on the island. “Bring ‘em on!” Lindsay told me. Thus, I lobbed a telephone call to the mansion that Amy and Stephanie shared in Palos Verdes Estates, California - but got their answering machine. I figured both ladies - since they were employed as X-rated actresses - were either out making a movie, or dancing at some strip club together. I left a message, which was returned the following morning. Hearing Amy’s voice as she spoke to me over the telephone sounded like music to my ears. I was so happy to talk to her again, and get caught up with the many exciting things she had been up to in her life.
Amy and Stephanie had been in nine X-rated movies together since they left the island six months ago! I had eight of those movies on DVD, and the ninth was due to be released anytime now. Amy told me all about it over the telephone, and of course, I could not wait to see the movie myself... I promised to get the flight information for her and Stephanie sometime that afternoon. When I did have it, I told her, I would call and let her know the details. I also had to get Christina and Lisa - who were visiting Amy and Stephanie in California - booked on the same flight from Los Angeles to Lima, Peru. This island was located a little less than an hour - via boat - off the coast of Lima. I did find it most interesting that Christina and Lisa were in California, visiting an old friend in Amy, and her lover, Stephanie. Was this a normal thing for them to do? Of course, Christina and Lisa spent all of last summer on the island - as did Amy. All of them went home in August, but Amy was the only one of those three to return in early December. Stephanie came to the island then as well, and immediately fell in love with Amy - and vice versa. Amy was already a very successful pornstar at this point in time, and soon helped Stephanie get jump-started in the business. I wanted Christina and Lisa to return here as well last winter, but they decided to stay in Illinois and continue to pursue their education - and the conquest of campus men. These two ladies were very much in love with not only each other, but also the sexual pursuit of the male race. Christina and Lisa met here last summer and from what I could infer through both telephone and e-mail conversations, they were made for each other. A match made in Heaven...

* * *

Today was the day.
It wouldn’t be too long before the flight from California touched down on the runway at Lima’s downtown airport. It had been much too long of a time since I had seen these four ladies. All of them were very special to me. Amy was the aggressive, do-anything pornstar who had pushed me well beyond my sexual limits on more than one occasion. She had a place in my heart reserved for only her - and it would always be that way.
Stephanie, on the other hand... she had fallen into the role of Amy’s submissive in life. Stephanie was a devoted submissive, Amy told me, who followed her around like a lost puppy. When Amy was not around, I had always found Stephanie to be very socialable and charming. When Amy WAS around... Stephanie was mostly reserved, and eager to obey. I had not gotten quite as close to Lisa as I wanted to last summer - for many, various reasons - but I was going to correct that this time around. She had a submissive streak in her too, although not quite to the extreme that Stephanie did. Lisa was a buxom, drop-dead gorgeous blonde. That was plenty of reason for me to get closer to her. Christina, of course, was the main driving force behind bringing all of the original women - Pamela, Lindsay, Trish, Torrie, Amy and Gianna - to the island in the first place. Without Christina’s help and input, I would still be living alone on this island - as I had for several years prior to meeting her. Without her help, I would not know Lindsay or Devon - even if I walked by them on the street.
That was an extremely horrible, frightening thought...
Lindsay was the sweet-as-silk, pure-as-the-driven-snow “girl next door” that all men dreamed about at one point in their life. At least, that was how Lindsay came across. Below the surface, the 19-year-old was an adventurous, carefree sort who was always looking to broaden her sexual horizons. Her energy and zest for excitement was limitless, despite the fact she had been through quite a lot already (namely group gang-bangs with both men and women, daisy chains, having sex in every position imaginable, and so on). Lindsay’s personality and demeanor were just as wholesome and charming as was her physical appearance. She rarely got angry, and was always looking for the good in people. The little, petite blonde was a total sweetheart if there ever was one. Her mere presence could light up the darkest room. Devon was very similar to Lindsay in many ways, with two major exceptions. First, there was the difference in their ages (25 for Devon, to Lindsay’s 19). Secondly, while Lindsay had smallish, taut breasts, Devon’s were large and jug-like. They were just as firm as Lindsay’s, although the bra sizes between the two ladies were vastly different. Both Lindsay and Devon were short in height, and weighed slightly less than 100 pounds. Each had long-flowing blonde hair, and their eyes were the same color - blue - as well. My primary attraction for Devon was the simple fact that she reminded me so much of Lindsay. With their faces, general body sizes and overall personalities matching up so very favorably, I often thought of Devon as an older, more developed Lindsay.
Of course, this did nothing but tell me that I was more physically attracted toward Lindsay. The main reason I liked Devon - as I said - was because she reminded me so much of Lindsay. I had never switched that around - saying Lindsay reminded me of Devon.
Which of the two I liked more as a person was what could be debated for hours within my head. I LOVED both of them! Lindsay was the more playful and energetic of the two. But you could never get Devon to raise her voice in anger - no matter what. Lindsay was the “party girl” type who enjoyed life in the fast-lane. Devon was a bit more soft-spoken and reserved, but could get quite wild and rowdy when necessary. Likewise, Lindsay had her quiet moments as well.

* * *

“Hi Amy!” Lindsay exclaimed, jumping up and down in joy, before running over to the luscious pornstar in the airport and embracing her with both arms. Lindsay’s body - encased in a sleeveless orange top and a pair of green cotton shorts, looked mighty fine all curled and pressed tightly upon Amy. I smiled at the sight - while other travelers looked at the pair of beauties with curious eyes. Those people went about their business, though - as did Lindsay and Amy. The two ladies hugged for quite some time, while Devon exchanged a knowing smile and a pat on the hand with Stephanie. Once her embrace with Amy was over, Lindsay turned her attention toward Stephanie. She threw her arms around the shapely brunette, clamping onto her tightly. Perhaps now in the spirit of things, Amy then approached Devon and gave her a rather long, heart-warming hug as well. “Where is Christina and Lisa at?” I asked, stepping up to the foursome and focusing my attention upon Amy. “There was a mix-up on the plane,” she told me, releasing Devon from her arms. “Seat assignments, I guess. We sat in first class while Christina and Lisa were stuck in the back.” “Ouch, that’s not good,” I said, as Amy wrapped her arms around me for our own embrace. I did not think of Amy as a pornstar, even though she was a very famous one. The same could be said for Stephanie. Both of them were angels to me. I fully intended on treating them as such, too. It felt wonderful to hold Amy - to cherish her - in my arms again. My eyes were closed as it seemed the hug I shared with the red-head went on forever. Amy showed no signs of breaking it, and I certainly had no inclination to do so. Until, of course... I felt a hand tap me on the shoulder.
“Hey Mister,” a beautiful, gorgeous blonde said to me in a perky tone, while also offering a sincere, genuine smile.
“Christina!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around her and clutching her tightly. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year!” As I hugged her girlfriend, Lisa smiled and patted my hand with her own. That was her way of greeting me, and I nodded my head in accordance at her. “It’s been way too long, Jeremy,” Christina said to me. “I’ve missed you so much!” Her arms tightened around my back and she added, “Hmmmmm... WAY too long!” Amy grabbed my other hand and grinned happily as I let go of Christina. “You’re still wearing that ring I gave you,” Amy told me, her face beaming. “I was afraid you would have taken it off a long time ago, and forgot about it.” “Never,” I told her, shaking my head. I flashed my hand in front of her face, my ring finger dangling there. “I’ve never taken it off, Amy. It means too much to me.” “I’ve never seen him without it on,” Lindsay said to Amy. “He’s told me and Devon about it many times. The crown on the top of the ring represents loyalty...”
“The hands are a show of friendship,” Devon chimed in. “And the heart signifies love,” Lindsay finished, her bushy, blonde pig-tails from earlier still intact. “I think it was so nice of you to give that ring to him, Amy.” “I think of you every time I look at it, sweetheart,” I said to the pornstar, as she smiled at me once more. “Just like you asked me to. Not a day goes by without me looking at it. I promise you that...”
“That was really nice,” Christina offered, adding her two cents to the mix, as Stephanie smiled while linking her arm together with Amy’s. “It’s a very beautiful ring.” “A family heirloom,” Amy told her. “I was supposed to give it to my husband, but I gave it to Jeremy instead. I doubt I’ll ever get married, because I’m with Stephanie now and forever. Jeremy is the man I’ve cared about the most. I think if anyone, he deserves the ring.”
“I thank you for that, dear,” I mused, offering her one more warm-hearted embrace. “It means an awful lot to me.” “Let’s get everyone’s luggage, and then get back to the island!” Lindsay exclaimed. “We’re going to have a party!”

* * *

“Are you sure Devon knows how to drive this thing?” was Stephanie’s question, as I sat atop the boat’s sundeck with her, Amy, Lindsay, Christina and Lisa all surrounding me. “I mean... we don’t want to wind up at the North Pole.”
I chuckled at those words and replied, “Don’t worry, dear. Devon can drive the boat fine. She knows where the island is, and how to get there.” I glanced back at the enchanting Devon, who stood in the captain’s quarters and steered the vessel - a 62-foot-long catamaran - through the waters of the Pacific Ocean. “We’ll be fine.”
“Tell me more about what happened with you and Pamela,” Christina said to me. “I mean... it’s just so terrible that you are her are no longer together.”
I shrugged my shoulders and offered, “There isn’t much more to tell. I’ve told you everything that I know, which isn’t all that much.”
“You said you did not have any clue as to why Pamela left you,” Amy mused, looking at me. “I can tell you one thing, though. I don’t think it is the reason she left you, but it may have been a contributing factor.”
“Oh?” I countered, my interest beaming. “What’s that?” “Pamela didn’t like it that you spied on all of us with your voyeur room,” Amy replied. “Even though she did it herself sometimes, she thought it was nasty and perverted. Something else you can add to that is the simple fact she always wanted you to do more things with us, Jeremy. While we were out having fun, you were usually hidden away, spying on us. She never did like that... one bit.”
Speculating about Pamela would do nothing but lead me down that path of self-destruction (again). I did not want to go there, although what Amy had said made perfect sense. Pamela never did approve of the voyeur room. Perhaps it was a major reason why she decided I wasn’t good enough for her.
“Jeremy couldn’t be with us all the time,” Lindsay said. “We would have destroyed him, and his cock - all of us. I know Pamela wanted him to spend more time with us, but he was with us plenty enough. It’s not like our entire group was always together, either. We all needed our time alone.” “What you said Amy, makes a lot of sense,” I told her.
“But how do you explain Trish leaving Lindsay?” “That’s a bit harder, though I never really liked Trish,” Amy replied. “Trish was a control freak. She was WAY too possessive of Lindsay. It probably got to the point where Trish finally realized that she was never going to tear Lindsay away from you, Jeremy, or the island. I imagine her and Pamela talked about their respective problems that night they spent alone, and decided to run off together.” “Trish never wanted to leave Canada,” Lindsay said, her voice low and weak.
“You’re pretty smart for a pornstar,” Lisa said to Amy, enlivening the mood with her perky voice. “Gee, thanks!” Amy exclaimed with a grin, offering Lisa a gentle slap on the wrist.
“A lot smarter than I am,” were my follow-up words. “I’ve been trying to figure out things for six months, and didn’t have a single clue until just now. It looks like Amy has a lot of stuff figured out on her own.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Lindsay told me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “It’s all in the past, and nothing we can do will ever change that.” Lindsay offered me a peck on the cheek and added, “All we have is now, and the future.” However, Amy wanted to continue. “I imagine Trish got so fed-up, knowing that she could not change Lindsay’s mind... that she simply got angry. That’s why she was so mean and rude that last day. My opinion, at least.” In order to change the subject, Lindsay turned toward Stephanie and said, “Why not tell us about your tattoo?” “Oh...” the brunette replied, her face suddenly flushed red with embarrassment. “It’s uhh... on my ass.” “All of us have seen it in your movies,” Lindsay told her. “I want to know why it is there.”
“Amy wanted me to get it,” Stephanie returned. “I have her nickname for me - Slutanie - tattooed on my ass. More specifically, my right asscheek.”
“It provides a good target for when I feel like spanking or whipping her,” Amy offered, her eyes flashing with lust. The submissive Stephanie, meanwhile, lowered her gaze. “Am I right, Slutanie?” Amy teased.
“Yes, you are,” she replied, her tone very gentle. “It is an excellent target... a deserving target.” Lisa shook her head and mused, “I need to find me a truly dominant man or woman. I’ve only been searching for one since I was 15 or 16. I’ll always go home to Christina, but it sure would be nice to have a Master or Mistress.” “You’ve found one - at least, for the summer,” Amy told her. “I’ll take care of your needs, honey.” Next, Amy turned toward Lindsay and said, “But first... it will be you. Tonight, dear Lindsay. Tonight! I’m going to make you into my personal BITCH tonight!”
As Lindsay gulped her throat in both apprehension and excitement, my cock sprung to life within my shorts. Leave it to Amy. That’s all I can say. Leave it to Amy...

* * *

“It’s too bad Torrie didn’t want to come along for the summer,” Lisa said, as all of us were seated in the mansion’s common room a few hours later, eating an exquisite seafood buffet. Once again, Louisa (the 76-year-old housekeeper and chef) had outdone herself. Everyone agreed on that. “I was looking forward to meeting up with Torrie again too,” Christina offered. “At least she is happy, though.” “Oh?” Devon asked. “I guess no one told me anything.
What happened of her?”
“Torrie moved back to Idaho - where she grew up,” Amy replied. “Apparently, she met some great guy there - and she is madly in love with him. Torrie had no interest in returning to the island, no matter how hard we tried to talk her into it. She says she may get married.” “I am happy for her,” were my words. “I am also sad, though, because Torrie left here on such bad terms. I was hoping for the opportunity to apologize to her.” “She wasn’t happy,” Amy offered. “Torrie was really mad because she wanted to stay on the island with you, Jeremy, as well as Lindsay and Devon. Especially Lindsay.” “There was no point in her staying, with you and ‘Steph leaving,” Lindsay said to Amy. “That wouldn’t have been fair to you or her. Torrie was nice and all, but I didn’t feel as strong for her as she did me. The reason Devon stayed is because Jeremy wanted her to.” “Whatever happened to that scheming Cassidy?” Stephanie wondered. “Didn’t she promise some sort of revenge on you, Jeremy, for sending her home? Ever hear from her again?” I shook my head and replied, “No, not at all. I think Cassidy’s threat was just a way for her to blow off some steam. I thought that at the time I got her e-mail, too. Well... I hoped that would be the case.”
“What about Gianna?” Christina asked.
“Last I heard of her,” I returned, “she was back in Rhode Island with her family, and attending college.” “I always felt really weird kind of replacing Gianna,” Lisa said. “I guess it would have nice to meet her. If she never decided to go home, I would not be here right now. I would have never been on the island in the first place.” “Things always happen for a reason, dear,” I said to her. “Gianna was meant to go home, so you could come here and meet up with Christina. Just think of it that way.” “Amy and Stephanie have been making movies and dancing at strip clubs all across the United States,” Christina said. “Lisa and I have been going to college and having a blast. Tell me, Jeremy. What have you, Lindsay and Devon been up to? Surely you haven’t spend these last six months cooped up on this island. Or have you?”
“Of course not,” Devon answered for me. “This island is beautiful and all, and I really want to live here forever. But we still went out and did things in society.” “A couple of trips, really,” Lindsay chimed in. “First we went to Machu Picchu - one of the most famous inca ruins in all of Peru. Somehow, Jeremy convinced me and Devon to hike there on foot instead of going by train.” “It was a pretty interesting week,” Devon offered. “The hike itself was two days, both to and from. So we spent four whole days hiking. It was a scenic hike, though...” “Plus we went to Scotland,” Lindsay told the group.
“Scotland?” Christina said. “Why Scotland?” “Jeremy said he always wanted to visit there,” Lindsay replied. “We were there for a good month... it was REALLY beautiful. We went into the highlands and visited a bunch of old-time castles. It was really neat.”
“We also spent a week in Hawaii,” Devon added. “That was my favorite place of all to visit, obviously.” “Wow, you guys have kept busy,” Christina mused. “I guess you can do a lot with all that money Jeremy has.” “If you have it, why not spend it?” I said to Christina.
“That is my personal philosophy in life. One of them...”
“’Steph and I went to Hawaii, too,” Amy told the group. “Maui, actually. We filmed one of our movies there, then stayed an extra week for a personal vacation.” She paused, then toward me and added, “That reminds me, Jeremy. ‘Steph and I are under contract to film a movie next month back home in Los Angeles. Is it okay with you if we leave the island for a couple of days, to fulfill our contract?” “Of course, dear,” I returned. “You’re not under any sort of a contract with me. You can go, leave, come back... anytime you want. That goes for everyone here.” “I, for one, don’t want to EVER leave here,” Devon said.

* * *

If this first day on the island was any indication, the upcoming summer would be a lot smoother and less traumatic than the previous winter was. With Pamela, Trish, Cassidy and even Torrie - all of whom caused a lot of trouble - no longer here, things certainly looked very promising. The group of Lindsay, Devon, Amy, Stephanie, Christina and Lisa were all very personable, and got along wonderfully. I could not foresee any of them backstabbing another out of the blue - as Pamela and Trish did to both Lindsay and yours truly some six months ago.
Nor could I see one of this group spreading false rumors (a la Cassidy) or blowing up in an extreme fit of anger when things didn’t go their way (like Torrie). I had known both Lindsay and Devon - as well as Christina - for a very long time. I couldn’t see any of them causing a hint of trouble. Stephanie and Lisa were too docile and timid, and while Amy was very aggressive and nasty, it was only in an erotic way. Amy was not the type to ruffle any feathers or cause trouble in a bad way. It was just not her nature to do so.
Of course, I said the same things about Pamela and Trish seven months ago...
But I was very confident and comfortable with this group. With Lindsay, Devon, Amy, Stephanie, Christina and Lisa all being together with me, it promised to be a very interesting summer. Hopefully, it would be a peaceful one, too.

* * *

I had been looking forward to spending this first night with Christina, since I had not seen her in such a long time, but Amy decided to step in and change my plans. She wanted me to be part of a three-some involving both her and Lindsay - which would take place in my private suite. How could I refuse such an offer? I would now have the chance to relieve my frustrations from earlier (when Lindsay teased me in her little cheerleading uniform) by taking them out on her. Only add to that mix Amy, who was an incredibly beautiful red-head with a sex drive second to none. All of the women on the island were absolute angels to me. But Lindsay and Amy were my lust goddesses. They could get me going - sexually - like no one else could. Imagine what it was like for me to have both of them at the same time...

* * *

“I love Devon way more than I ever did Trish,” Lindsay said to Amy, as I opened the door to my personal suite and stepped inside. The pair of ladies were already seated on my bed, engaged in a conversation.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Amy mused with a grin, looking squarely at me.
“I had to make sure everyone was settled in, dear,” I countered. “This is the first night back on the island.” “How is Stephanie?” Amy wondered. “Is she okay?” “Fine,” I replied. “She’s going to spend the night with Devon. Christina and Lisa are together, too.” I smiled, then moved over to the bed and took a seat next to the pair of ladies. “What are you two talking about?” “Lots of things, really,” Lindsay told me. “Trish and Pamela, that whole mess. I was just telling Amy that Devon is much better for me than Trish ever was. It took me awhile to realize that, but Amy was right earlier. Trish was way too possessive. Devon is so laid-back and friendly. I like her attitude a lot more than I ever did Trish’s.” “You loved Trish, sweetheart,” I reminded her. “Devon is wonderful, yes, but don’t forget that you loved Trish. You make it sound like she was never good for you.” “She wasn’t,” Lindsay countered. “Not how things ended up between us. She came back here last winter, scheming all along to get me to go to Canada with her. Trish did not get her way, so she got mad and left.” Lindsay paused and added with some emotion, “If Trish really did love me - as she always said - she would have never done that to me.” Amy reached over with her right hand and ran it through Lindsay’s silky-smooth blonde hair, gently yanking one of the bushy pig-tails she still wore from earlier. “Didn’t you just say awhile back that we shouldn’t live in the past?” Lindsay whined and countered, “Yeah, but...” “I don’t want to see you get upset,” Amy said, kissing her on the forehead. “Trish is gone. You won’t ever have to deal with her again. You have Devon, you have Jeremy. You’re a very, very lucky girl.” I smiled at those words, taking them as a compliment. I liked this side of Amy... “You’re lucky too, ‘hon,” the teen-ager countered. “You and Stephanie are like the perfect couple. I’m so happy that you finally found the right person for you.” Amy giggled and returned, “I never thought I would wind up playing the role of a Mistress long-term with someone. I always thought if anything, I’d be a submissive. But you know what? ‘Steph wants to be the submissive. She wants to follow me around and do whatever I say.” “She’s your puppy,” Lindsay summarized. “Exactly,” Amy told her. “I love her for it, too.” She hesitated before saying, “But now that Jeremy is here... I promised you something very special tonight, Lindsay. You will like this. Tonight!” My cock began to stir within my shorts once Amy asked, “Have you been a good little girl?” “No, not really,” Lindsay replied, giggling. “I dressed up like a cheerleader earlier and teased Jeremy. I wanted him to fuck me, but Devon wouldn’t let him. She made me get ready to go to the airport.”
“A cheerleader?” Amy said. “So that’s why you have those pig-tails in your hair. I was wondering about that. You like to dress up as a sweet, wholesome cheerleader... yet you are nastier than sin. Funny.”
“Nastier than sin?” Lindsay returned, surprised. Uh oh... here we go again. Amy was warming the teen-ager up for something big here... “What makes you say that?” “You’re not a nasty girl?” Amy offered, her eyes wide and curious. “I’ve often said that you’re about the most nasty slut that I’ve ever met. Even moreso, because you like to come across as such as a sweet, innocent girl. Yet everyone here knows how much of a slut - a whore - you really are.” “You’re one to talk!” Lindsay shot back, grinning. “A major, big-time pornstar... telling me that I’M a slut?” “You’re a pornstar too, honey,” Amy told her. “Remember that broadcast you and I did for my website last winter? It’s been seen by millions upon millions of people. Why... it’s all over the Internet! You’re a pornstar, too...” “That many people?” Lindsay countered, her eyes wide. “I wonder if anyone I went to high school with has seen it?” “I still need to talk you into trying movies with me,” the red-head told her, grinning. “You would look real good in a porn movie, starring me and Stephanie. I’d find so many men for you to fuck that you’d be DROWNING in cum.”
As Lindsay gulped her throat at those words, I openly reached down and rubbed the gigantic bulge in my shorts. Remember what I wrote earlier? Leave it to Amy...
“Porn does sound tempting,” Lindsay replied after a long pause. “But I don’t think I could do it. Not a movie.” “I got all summer to work on you,” Amy grinned. “I trust that you’ll do another webcast or two with me. Correct?” “We’ll see,” the 19-year-old returned.
“Nasty girls need to be spanked,” Amy rightly proclaimed, reaching out and grasping Lindsay by the wrist. The little blonde showed absolutely no resistance as Amy positioned her over her lap, her sweet, taut ass an inviting target. Smiling, Amy rubbed that ass with her hand, caressing the supple firmness through Lindsay’s pair of green shorts. In response, Lindsay squealed and rolled her head about in sheer anticipation. Amy was already getting to her.. “It’s good to see that you haven’t changed,” the pornstar said to me, still grinning. “It used to be that two things were certain in life. Now it’s three. Death, taxes... and Jeremy whacking off. Everything else is a toss-up!” “You haven’t changed much, either,” I told Amy, shaking my head. “You’re incredible, dear. You’re such a slut, and that is why I love you. I have always loved you.” Amy tilted her head to the side and eventually grinned at me. “I think I should take that as a compliment? I will.” She snaked one hand underneath the waistband of Lindsay’s shorts, then prodded her pussy with a fingertip. “You’re not wearing any panties... you SLUT.”
“I bet you’re not wearing any, either!” the 19-year-old shot back, perhaps in (mock) self-defense. “That’s beside the point,” Amy told her, grinning. “I admit that I’m a slut. You still refuse to admit that YOU are a slut, little girl. I have some issues with that.” The red-head looked at me and asked, “Is Lindsay a slut?” “I think so,” was my reply, which brought an exasperated squeal from the young blonde. “Lindsay is totally sweet and all... but she can also be a slut, too.” I enjoyed playing this game with them! “Especially like today... when she had that cheerleading uniform on. She bent over right in front of me... flaunting her little ass, back-and-forth.” Amy offered Lindsay a hard, open-hand swat upon her upturned ass, which brought an excited yelp from the teen. Lindsay turned her head and looked up at Amy with focused eyes, then did the same to me. She was getting warmer... “I’ve never liked cheerleaders,” Amy said, swatting the blonde’s firm ass once more. “They tease too much. They hardly ever put out. I wish I could take every cheerleader in the world... line them up, and spank them.” Lindsay squealed as she received yet another heavy-handed blast... “How often did you PUT OUT, honey, before coming to this island?” Amy asked her. “I know you were a cheerleader in high school. Did you ever do anything more than tease?” “No,” Lindsay replied, which drew another unrelenting swat upon her ass. “I... I was a virgin before coming to the island. You know that, Amy.”
“Yes, I do,” the nasty pornstar grinned. “I was the one who de-flowered your pussy in the first place... with that big, bad dildo last year. Do you remember that, baby?” “Oh yes...” Lindsay breathed, her voice hushed.
“How long were you a cheerleader in school?” Amy asked. “Six years,” the blonde answered, which brought another crushing slap to her ass. “Two years in junior high, and four in high school. I was the sen... senior captain.” “You never fucked anyone all that time,” Amy told her, “but I bet you did a lot of teasing. Didn’t you?” “Yes,” she answered. “I... I loved wearing my uniform to school and having everyone look at me... like Jeremy did, earlier today. I didn’t bend over or anything. Well... I didn’t bend over like I did with Jeremy today.” “So you DID bend over,” Amy surmised, shaking her head. “My God... you were a slut back then, too. And you hadn’t even been touched yet. Amazing. Simply amazing.” “You weren’t a cheerleader?” Lindsay asked. “No way,” Amy told her. “I was the class slut when I was in high school. Kind of like you were, you know...” “I’m not a slut!” Lindsay exclaimed, although in a very playful way. I loved watching interactions like this... “You were one fuck away from taking on everyone in that school,” Amy shot back. “Trish had you first last year, then I took your cherry with that dildo. Ever since then, you have been totally out of control. You fuck anything that moves, Lindsay. You’re nothing but a nasty slut!”
The little vixen grunted at those words, not wanting to admit the truth to Amy. However, Lindsay had told ME many times in the recent past that she was a “‘lil slut”. She had yet to tell Amy, though - obviously. This was a verbal game that Lindsay and Amy had always seemed to enjoy.
Not getting that answer she wanted, the pornstar shook her head once more and proclaimed, “Fine. So be it. But what I’m about to do to you, you little slut... it’s for all those guys and girls you teased throughout the years. What you should have been doing all along was fucking them!” “Oh God...” I moaned outloud, as Amy then began to simply UNLOAD upon Lindsay’s tight, sweet ass. Blow after blow... slap after slap... the young blonde cried and yelped out in pure arousal as Amy peppered her ass with her right hand. Lindsay squirmed and writhed about in the nymphomaniac’s lap, but Amy did not dare let her break free or escape. Not that Lindsay had any true intentions of getting away, mind you... “Do you like watching me spank your little baby?” Amy asked, looking straight at me as she then took a break from disciplining Lindsay’s ass. “Isn’t that what she is to you, Jeremy? Your little baby? Your sweetheart? Lindsay has been that to you since last summer... right, Jeremy?” I nodded my head and replied, “Yes, she has.”
“Does your little baby deserve to be spanked, Jeremy?” “Oh yes...” I moaned, as Amy offered another series of crushing blows upon Lindsay’s unguarded, quivering ass. My eyes wide, I glared at the 27-year-old and shook my head in total amazement. “You’re so nasty, Amy. I love it...” “That must be why you love Lindsay so much!” the red-head beamed, delivering some more open-hand blows to that tender ass of hers. “She is much more nasty and slutty than I am!” “I am NOT a nasty girl!” Lindsay shot back in defiance, though I could tell this verbal exchange was still fun and games between these two ravenous hellcats. “Then what are you?” Amy asked, spanking her once again. “Heaven’s Little Angel? I really don’t think so. You are Miss Fuck-My-Ass-I-Need-It-So-Bad! A nasty, little slut! A butt-slut, a cum-slut, a FUCK-SLUT... all the way!” Lindsay grunted at those words, shaking her head in the process. I smiled in response to this spectacle. It was very entertaining to simply sit back and watch Lindsay and Amy go at each other verbally. It always had been for me.

* * *

“I’m so hungry, Jeremy,” Amy said to me, her tone of voice rather deep. “I feel like having a pussy-snack.” My eyes went wide at those wonderful words, as Amy reached between Lindsay’s thighs and openly massaged her there. “You’re not going to care if I devour your little baby... right? Or are you?”
“Devour her all you want,” I replied, shaking my head with a grin. “Lindsay often tells me and Devon that her pussy is an all-you-can-eat buffet, anyway.” “SLUT...” Amy taunted, turning and looking at Lindsay.
She quickly peeled the teen-ager’s top up and over her head. Lindsay’s bra was next, and then her green shorts were slid down her slender hips and thighs, and eventually off. I was massaging my cock quick and eagerly through my own shorts as Amy forced Lindsay onto her back, upon the bed. Next, the 27-year-old got down onto her elbows and knees between Lindsay’s widespread thighs, and appeared ready to dive into that sweet, delicious muff.
However, Amy first turned her head and looked at me with a rather seductive expression.
“Please fuck my ass, Jeremy,” she said, which caused the passion inside of me to rage even further out of control. “Fuck my ass while I eat Lindsay’s little pussy. Please?” Since I was unable to speak - I was so blown away by her nasty proposition - I probably answered Amy’s request with the stunned expression upon my face. She smiled at me and turned her head back toward Lindsay, before sliding upward and pressing her mouth to the blonde’s for a heated kiss. “Hmmmmm...” Amy moaned, grinning. “You’re the sweetest, little thing I’ve ever seen, honey. You really are.” “Thank you,” Lindsay smiled in appreciation. “I love you, Amy. No one can make me feel the way you do when it comes to sex. My pussy always feels like it’s gonna EXPLODE when you and I are together!”
Amy giggled at those words while kissing her young lover once again. “Don’t even think about the money, because you obviously wouldn’t need it, Lindsay. You’d be such a big star in porn, baby. You really would.” Lindsay squirmed about at those words as Amy continued, “I’d love to break you in, honey. I could play the teacher and you the little schoolgirl slut... needing some harsh discipline after acting up in class again. You’d be a mega-star...” “Jeremy wouldn’t like me getting into porn,” Lindsay returned with a slight whine, which told me perhaps her feelings about this were beginning to hedge a bit. This time, Lindsay used me as her excuse instead of saying no. “Jeremy would LOVE to see you in porn,” Amy said, kissing her once again. “He LOVES watching all those movies that ‘Steph and I have starred in. Slutanie! To see his little baby on-screen, getting her brains fucked out... Gang-bangs and bondage sessions, naughty uniforms, a whole row of men shooting their cum all across that darling, little face...”
That was it.
Unable to take anymore of this, I literally ripped Amy’s shorts downward as she was still perched upon her elbows and knees on the bed. As Lindsay earlier predicted, Amy was not wearing any panties. That was good, because I fisted my cock and immediately plunged it hard and fast into Amy’s ass. The red-head roared out in her own fit of passionate rage at first, not expecting me to be so forceful with her. Those intense feelings within her obviously became even greater as I began to thrust myself in-and-out of her rectum at a rather frenetic, blinding pace.
“JEREMY!” she screamed, looking back at me with pure lust in her eyes. Since Amy was a seasoned pornstar, I knew she could handle whatever I threw at her sexually. So, I could not test her limits as she could mine. However, I did have the ability to give her everything that I possibly could.
Even though I did just that - pound Amy’s ass with every last ounce of strength within my body - her screams soon settled down, and then she dove face-first between Lindsay’s outstretched, quivering thighs. The little blonde moaned and cried at first, then grabbed her own breasts and began massaging them as Amy’s tongue went to work upon her pussy. “OH YES!” Lindsay shrieked out in absolute, mad lust, as I clutched Amy’s hips with both hands and barreled myself in-and-out of her anus. It was an incredibly tight fit to say the least, and the pressure being created upon my cock as a result simply could not be described. Still wearing her tank-top, I had an excellent view of Amy from behind as she was hunched over and busy lapping at that all-you-can-eat-buffet which was Lindsay’s pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed for a moment, but did not dare stop the rather forceful, heated fuck-strokes with my hips. I continued bucking and churning away - like a machine - as I tried my best to blast Amy into absolute oblivion. “OH YEAH... OH GOD MY PUSSY!” Lindsay whined, her head up as she glared at Amy flat upon her back. “OH MY GOD... THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OHHHHH... FUCK! SO FUCKING GOOD!”
Hearing the normally soft-spoken and tender Lindsay talk that way only added fuel to my inner fire. The end result was a rather sudden (but very satisfying) explosion...
I growled out like a raving madman as my cock erupted deep within Amy’s ass, filling and flooding her bowels with my sperm. I kept my shaft buried in her for quite some time as the heated, frantic emotions of orgasm continued to swirl and circulate all throughout my body. The sensations were so strong and powerful within me that it felt as though I may just pass out at any given moment. Every muscle was tight and contracted, and my heart was beating furiously. It seemed as if all I could do was stay alert, and awake. I managed to do so as the orgasm which had overtaken my body began to fade away. My cock milked completely dry, I pulled it out of Amy’s unforgiving anus and let loose a very deep, satisfied sigh. This woman was simply incredible...
Just then, Lindsay screamed out with her own release.
I moved back upon the bed and sat on my knees, watching Amy’s lips and tongue as they were in overdrive. Lindsay had her slim thighs clamped tightly around the 27-year-old’s head, the orgasmic juices simply flowing from deep within her swollen pussy as she cried and screeched out in her arousal. Amy lapped all of it up, eagerly sucking and swallowing down that sweet, scrumptious nectar.
“No one can make me cum so hard with their tongue...” the little minx whined once it was over, her voice full of total satisfaction. “Oh God, Amy... that was so good.” “Fit for a slut...” the pornstar grinned, leaning up and kissing Lindsay upon the mouth. The pair of ladies traded both their lips and tongues for quite some time, until Amy broke it off and looked back at me with a killer smile. “That was wonderful, Jeremy.” She paused and added, “You can fuck my ass with that cock of yours ANYTIME you want!” “You can eat my pussy anytime you want, too!” the little vixen said to Amy, her voice passionate and strong.
It made me so happy to see Lindsay satisfied like that...

* * *

“I’m kind of surprised that you and Lindsay aren’t married yet,” Amy offered, still looking at me, which caused both mine and Lindsay’s eyes to nearly pop from their collective sockets. “I mean, come on... you two ARE the perfect couple. Lindsay and Jeremy. Jeremy and Lindsay! I know Pamela left you just six months ago, but I really had the notion before coming here that you two may have already gotten married. Lindsay is such a total, sweetheart slut, and she drives you absolutely insane because of it, Jeremy.” “Don’t look so surprised!” Amy exclaimed seconds later, after neither of us replied to her straightforward comments. She glanced down at Lindsay and said, “Wouldn’t you like it if you and Jeremy were married, honey?” My eyes grew even wider as after a short hesitation on her part, Lindsay smiled and nodded her head emphatically. “OH!” Amy gushed out, smiling. “Is that a proposal?”

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