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IMPORTANT: This is the fourth story in the "Island Paradise"
series.  It is HIGHLY recommended that you read the original
three stories in the series first.  Doing so will give you a
much better understanding of everything, mainly because the
four main characters have already been very well established.

Story 1> "Island Paradise"
Story 2> "Island Paradise: Revisited"
Story 3> "Island Paradise: The Legacy"

You can find all three of these stories on the Internet at:

http://www.eroticstories.com
http://storiesonline.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/

Happy reading!
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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Forever"  (Part 1 of 25) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   "I believe that there are maybe two or three people in a
person's life, Jeremy, that when they see them for the first
time, the only thought that comes to their mind is WOW.  I
felt that way about you when we first met, Jeremy.  To be
totally honest, I've only felt that way about one other
person in my entire life.  That was back in high school -
his name was Jeff - and it was a very, very long time ago."
   Devon paused and smiled, then continued, "I seen you at
the airport that first day, Jeremy, and I was just blown
away.  I mean... totally blown away.  Again, honestly - I
was so much in love with you from that very first moment."
   "For whatever reason, I had this sense about you.  It
wasn't because of the way you looked, either.  Rather, I saw
you as someone who was extremely nice and caring; very loving
and peaceful.  You were the perfect man for me, Jeremy.  I
knew this even before you and I said one word to each other."
   "But you know what?" Devon went on, grinning at me.  "You
turned out to be even BETTER than perfect for me, Jeremy.  I
learned that over the course of time.  I couldn't believe it.
You're so generous and thoughtful.  You do good, ultra-nice
things for others like it is nothing.  And you're so very
understanding.  You're everything I've ever wanted in a man."
   "Never before did I ever believe that I would find a man,
or even a woman, who I felt this strongly about.  But you
turned out to be that person, Jeremy - moreso than Jeff, or
even Lindsay and Amy."  After taking a deep breath, Devon
smiled warmly and added, "You're my universe, Jeremy.  I'd
do anything for you.  I love you more than you'll ever know."

   It was not all that often that I find myself this way, but
I was speechless.  Devon's powerful words had blindsided me.

   Although one of my three wives - along with Lindsay and
Amy - I never expected to hear something so poignant and
moving from Devon when I asked her moments ago what exactly
was it that first raised her interest in me.  For a long
time, I have wondered what the answer to that question was.
   Ever since we first met one another last December, I knew
that Devon was strongly attracted to me.  The level of which
she displayed, though indirect at first, seemed more powerful
than even the way my first wife, Pamela, felt about me.
   But what exactly did Devon see which made her have these
thoughts about me?  Certainly, I did not consider myself a
fabulously handsome man.  I really looked at myself as just
a simple, ordinary guy.  Why would someone so beautiful and
charming feel this way even before saying a word to me?
   Devon was more gorgeous than any woman had a right to be.
She was a petite, little thing at 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds,
but had a truly voluptuous figure which was built for sin.
With ripe, luscious breasts and the face of a cover-girl,
Devon was what most normal men (such as myself) usually
could only fantasize about.  She was all that - and more.
   What made her even more appealing was the simple fact
that Devon was one of the nicest, most friendly people I
ever had the pleasure of coming across in my entire life.
Devon was a total sweetheart.  She was very easy-going and
personable, and had a heart of pure, solid gold.  Unless
truly provoked, I felt as though the enchantress was simply
incapable of saying anything negative, or hurtful.
   It is extremely rare that a woman as beautiful as Devon
also has these kind of inner qualities.  She was just so
sweet and friendly - and obviously, very loving.  Why would
a woman such as this become so attached to a man like me, so
quickly?  Finally, it looked as though I had an answer...

   "I'm sorry if my words made you feel uncomfortable," the
25-year-old frowned, her eyes wide as she stared at me
expectantly.  "I just wanted to be honest..."
   "No," I finally said after several seconds of silence,
shaking my head.  "No Devon, not at all.  You're my wife.
You can say anything to me.  It's just... it's just I never
expected to hear something so very... powerful, from you.
Or anyone else, for that matter.  That... it was the nicest
thing anyone has ever said to me."
   Devon's face lit up with happiness as she reiterated, "I
was just being honest, Jeremy.  You asked me why I liked you
so much at first.  That's the reason.  The first time I saw
you, the only thought that came to my mind was WOW."
   Blushing, I offered her a tender smile of my own.  "I...
jeeze, Devon.  I... that was very, very nice.  I... I don't
even know what to say in response to it."
   The blonde tilted her head to the side and asked, "Are
you sure I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, Jeremy?  I
didn't mean to if I did.  I know it was very forward of me
to say that, but again, I was just being totally honest."
   "Come here," I told Devon, embracing her wondrous body
with both arms and pulling her tight against me.  Emotions
swirled throughout me as I hugged Devon fiercely, my right
hand now clutching the back of her head.  "You didn't make
me feel uncomfortable, sweetheart.  I was just... shocked,
to hear something like that.  I know you love me, but maybe
I didn't realize just how much until right now."
   Devon pulled away from our embrace and smiled sweetly at
me.  "It took you awhile, Jeremy, to develop feelings of
love and devotion for me.  I know that.  You were still with
Pamela back then, and Lindsay was already a very important
part of your life.  I was the newcomer; the outsider.  I had
to work my way in.  But it was well worth the wait."
   "Your wait wasn't THAT long," I smiled.  "I was crazy
about you from the very beginning, too.  But my thoughts
were purely physical.  Once I got to sit down and talk with
you, though, I quickly fell in love with you too, Devon."
   "That was a good week or two after we first met," she
mused.  "But I didn't feel confident that you and I had a
real future until Pamela and Trish left after Christmas,
and you invited me to stay on the island with you and
Lindsay while sending everyone else back home.  Doing that
told me that you definitely wanted me in your life."
   Devon paused and added, "My feelings for you really
started to grow and multiply then.  Eventually, they were
spiraling out of control.  I love you so very much, Jeremy.
As I said, you'll never really know just HOW much.  I could
never convey it.  I also love Lindsay with all of my heart.
I'm in the process of reaching that point with Amy, too.
But you, Jeremy... you're my everything.  You're my center.
I love you.  I want you.  I need you so much..."
   After a short pause, I shook my head and laughed softly.
"You're gonna make me cry here in a minute, sweetheart.  I
never even dreamed someone could say such things about me.
Look at all those years I was alone here on the island.  I
felt so empty and useless, thinking I would spend the rest
of my days in what was basically solitary confinement.  Yet,
you were out there in the world, Devon - in Pennsylvania -
waiting for me to find you.  My only regret is that it took
so long.  I wish I knew you in high school, or even earlier.
Heck, I wish I knew you in pre-school."
   "Can I be honest again with you, Jeremy?" Devon grinned.
   "Of course you can, sweetheart.  Tell me anything."
   "Lindsay and Amy feel the exact same way about you," she
replied, which brought a smile to my face.  "I've talked to
them many, many times about it.  All three of us love you
more than anything, Jeremy.  We can say that everyday - and
we do - but you'll never know how much we mean it.  Lindsay,
Amy and I... we know how lucky and fortunate we are.  You've
given us more than any of us deserve.  Yet, you keep giving."
   "We live in a beautiful mansion on a beautiful island.
It's a tropical paradise.  We don't have to work.  You don't
expect us to lift a finger that way, although we do our fair
share of chores around the island because we feel it is only
right.  You feed us only the healthiest foods, regardless of
price, and shower us with gifts and presents.  None of us
expect that from you, or really even want it, but you always
insist.  Jewelry, clothes, antiques, toys... anything.  You
take us on long vacations all over the world.  And all you
ever ask of us is to be ourselves.  We're so lucky, Jeremy."
   I paused and gently told her, "I do all those things,
Devon, because it makes me happy to see you girls happy.
We're all a big family now.  We're in a four-way marriage
with Lindsay and Amy.  Families do things for each other."
   "None of us ever expected to be in such a unique family,"
Devon offered, grinning.  "At least for me, I thought I'd
live in a nice house with a white picket fence around it.  I
would have my husband, my kids and be happy.  But I would
have to work 40 hours a week to help make ends meet.  Surely,
I never even imagined of living on an island paradise.  Look
at this place, Jeremy, the island - itself.  It's Heaven.
But it's even better than that, because you're here with us."

   Oh my...

   "I never want to live anywhere else," Devon went on.  "I
don't care if we're sheltered from the rest of society, all
these miles off the coast of Peru.  There are bad people in
society.  I'm perfectly fine where I'm at.  I love it here!"
   Collecting my thoughts, I smiled and told her, "I'd like
nothing more, Devon, than to stay here all day and let you
shower me with compliments.  But we have to get to the
airport.  The new girls - their plane lands in two hours."
I paused and added, "But I love all three of you too, sweet
Devon.  You'll never know how much either.  You, Lindsay and
Amy have all given me a direction... a purpose, in life.
You say that you three are lucky.  Devon, I'm the luckiest
person alive.  I'm married to three absolute angels."
   Smiling, Devon wrapped her arms around me and said, "Where
are Lindsay and Amy when we need them?  Now is the perfect
time for one of our world-famous group hugs."
   "I don't know where they're at," I replied with a grin.
"Maybe we should go find them for that group hug?"
   "They're probably banging each other on the beach," the
luscious blonde countered, giggling.  "They've had some
pretty intense encounters on the beach over the past month.
I think it's becoming one of their favorite places."
   "Any place is a favorite place for Lindsay and Amy," I
smiled.  "They can have sex and enjoy it anywhere.  Those
two are just so out of control.  That's one reason why I'm
bringing these four new girls to the island."
   "Sarah, Jennifer, Amber and Gwen," Devon nodded, licking
her lips in anticipation.  "With all the planning and
preparation we've gone through, it's exciting to think we'll
meet them in just two hours.  I can barely wait!"

                           * * *

   Needless to say, things had been rather hectic lately.

   After Lindsay and I were married in a beautiful, lavish
ceremony on July 29th in front of friends and family in her
original hometown of Cincinnati, we went on a three-week
honeymoon to the Cayman Islands.  Of course, Devon and Amy
went along for the honeymoon, too.  It turned out to be three
of the most pleasurable weeks of my entire life.  All four of
us did a ton of sightseeing, lounged on the beach for hours
on end and had mind-blowing sex nearly every night.
   Immediately upon returning home - here, to the island -
Devon and Amy joined Lindsay and I in a private wedding
which united all four of us together in holy matrimony.  I
never thought much about polygamy (the practice of having
multiple spouses) until Devon suggested it to Lindsay and
yours truly this past summer.  It was an excellent idea.
   While strictly illegal in the United States and all of
Canada (except British Columbia, where it is "tolerated"),
polygamy has been embraced on this island.  Why?  Because
it is private - I own it - and it is not governed by any
law.  Peru, of course, is the country nearest to us.  But
the island is located well outside of its jurisdiction.

   Over the summer, I had my heart set on marrying Lindsay,
but Devon seemed to have different ideas.  For a long time,
she thought if there was to be a marriage, it would be
between her and I.  The way Devon saw it, Lindsay would be
our "plaything" - as the teen was during my brief marriage
to Pamela last year.  Unfortunately for her, Devon was wrong.
   Lindsay and I saw her more along the lines of the eventual
"plaything", simply because we were so much in love together.
The main problem was that Devon was totally oblivious to
this, and I was very fearful of hurting her feelings because
she seemed intent on someday marrying me.  Thus, I found it
virtually impossible to actually tell Devon that I planned
to marry Lindsay.  It would surely break her heart.
   Everything that happened between Lindsay, Devon and
myself once the truth was out - the heated arguments, the
crying and the eventual resolution (a three-way marriage) -
was chronicled in the last story.  So instead of revisiting
it here, let's move along a bit further into the future.

   On my wedding night with Lindsay, Devon suggested that
Amy also join our marriage - thus making it a four-way
union.  The idea came out of left field, so to speak, but
it made perfect sense.  Since Amy had recently decided to
devote the rest of her life to us, why shouldn't she be a
part of our marriage?  Lindsay and I loved her very much,
and the feelings were mutual.  As for Amy's relationship
with Devon, something special was developing between them.
They weren't there quite yet, but I got the sense that one
day, their love for each other would be unconditional.
   Devon and Amy joined Lindsay and I in wedded bliss during
a private ceremony on August 21st.  But instead of going on
another honeymoon - which I had planned all along - Lindsay
and Amy decided that they wanted a new group of ladies to
spend two or three months with us on the island.  That was
where Sarah, Jennifer, Amber and Gwen came in.  Their flight
from Los Angeles would be arriving shortly...

                           * * *

   The lovely quartet of ladies were selected from the same
group of women who originally applied for acceptance to the
island nearly two years ago.  I still had all of my top
matches saved on a computer disk, and simply pulled the
names of Sarah, Jennifer, Amber and Gwen from it.
   With the promise of $3 million in guaranteed earnings for
spending a few months on an island paradise, all four of the
ladies accepted my invitation when I recently called them on
the telephone.  There wasn't even a second thought for them.
   As for who each of the ladies were...

   Sarah was a lithesome, very athletic 25-year-old stunner
who hailed from New York.  She was employed as a waitress,
but had a vested interest in physical fitness and the
martial arts.  With brownish-blonde hair and a petite,
slender frame, not only was Sarah very attractive, but she
also seemed mature, with a good head upon her shoulders.  A
busy young woman to say the least, Sarah even found time to
go to college.  She was studying to be a veterinarian.
   Jennifer was 5-foot-6 and weighed 118 pounds, with fiery
red hair and green eyes.  Jennifer resided in Los Angeles,
where she made a living as a hairstylist.  The 26-year-old
had a wholesome, fresh-faced appeal about herself which I
definitely found to my liking.  She was very soft-spoken,
but could get quite rowdy if the situation called for it.
   Amber was a ravishing, dark-haired seductress who had
spent her entire life in Seattle.  A gothic princess if
there ever was one, Amber was 24 years of age with a body
which compared favorably with any famous centerfold model.
Amber had put her physical gifts to good use over the past
six years too - as she had carved a profitable career for
herself as an exotic dancer.  Outside of that, her hobbies
included skiing, hiking and playing the piano.
   Last but certainly not least was Gwen, a 21-year-old from
Memphis who was the co-captain of her collegiate cheerleading
squad.  With long blonde hair, a picture-perfect smile and a
trim, athletic figure, Gwen seemed to exude the essence of
team spirit.  Perhaps one day in the near future, I could get
Gwen and Lindsay to dress up as cheerleaders for me - and
then ravage both of them in an intense, roaring threesome.

   I know, I know... I'm a bad man.

   It should go without saying that all four of the newcomers
were not only bi-sexual, but also well aware of what they
were getting themselves into.  I promised each of them that
the next several weeks of their lives would be a time for
self-discovery.  I stressed that the island was a place of
love and togetherness, as well as exploration.  I also told
them that it was where fantasies become reality.

                           * * *

   "My... what a pretty pussy," Lindsay chirped, a playful
expression upon her charming face, as I shook my head and
grinned at her.  "Don't you think so, Jeremy?  Isn't this a
pretty pussy?  Do you think we can KEEP it?"
   I held back a laugh and countered, "You're one-of-a-kind,
sweetheart.  I can't say that enough.  One-of-a-kind..."
   "Isn't this a pretty pussy, though?" she reiterated,
holding a cat to her chest and stroking its back tenderly.
The feline, which was purring, had already taken a very
strong liking to Lindsay.  "Oh... what a pretty pussy!"
   "He is kind of cute," Devon grinned, reaching out and
stroking the animal's back.  "Or is it a she?"
   "It's a girl pussy... cat," Lindsay sneered, trying to be
funny.  "Do you think we can take her home to the island,
Jeremy, and keep her with us?  I just love pussycats.  I
miss the one I used to have in Ohio, Mr. Whiskers."
   "Sure, you can take her home with us," I nodded.  "It
looks hungry and seems to have become attached to you rather
quickly.  I don't think it has a home... it's a stray."
   "Did you hear that?" Lindsay squealed, holding the feline
out in front of her and looking directly into its face.  "We
are gonna give you a home!  Hmmmmm... what would be a good
name for you?  I got it... Pussy!  We'll call you Pussy!"
   As Devon and Amy snickered, I held back my own laugh and
told Lindsay, "You are NOT going to name that cat Pussy,
sweetheart.  You can take it home to the island with us if
you want, but it won't be named Pussy.  That... it's too...
it's too weird.  I'm sorry."
   "Oh Jeremy, you take the fun out of everything!" Lindsay
huffed, albeit in a playful way.  She turned her attention
back to the animal and proclaimed, "FurBall!  That is a good
name for you... FurBall.  Yeah!"
   Amy laughed and offered the quirky 19-year-old a gentle
embrace from the side.  "I agree with Jeremy, honey.  You're
one-of-a-kind.  Wanting to name that poor cat Pussy..."
   "Why not lock your new friend in the boat's cabin?" Devon
suggested, patting Lindsay on the shoulder.  "We have to go
and pick up the new girls at the airport.  FurBall will be
safe and sound in the cabin until we get back."
   Lindsay turned toward me and asked, "Is there someplace
around here, Jeremy, where we can buy some kitty food?"
   "I'm sure there is, dear," was my response.  "Lima is a
big city.  They may even sell some at the airport, perhaps
in the gift shoppe.  We'll give it a look."
   "I wanted to go to that gift shoppe anyway," Lindsay said.
"Maybe they have some new teddy bears for me!"
   "Oh God," Amy grinned playfully, rolling her eyes.  "You
probably have over a hundred teddy bears back home, Lindsay.
Will you ever grow out of them?"
   "I just like to collect teddy bears," the little blonde
countered.  "Nothing wrong with having a collection, Amy.
Look at you... you collect dildos, vibrators and whips."
   "You got me there," Amy smirked, caressing the back of
FurBall's neck with her hand.  "But all women love their sex
toys.  Most have long outgrown teddy bears, though."
   Devon looked at her wristwatch and said, "Come on... we
have to get to the airport.  The girls' flight is supposed
to land no more than 15 or 20 minutes from now."

                           * * *

   After offering her hungry, feline friend the remainder
of her chicken sandwich, Lindsay locked it in the cabin of
the big boat - which was docked at Lima's downtown harbor.
Then, Lindsay hopped into a private bus - along with Devon,
Amy and yours truly - and the four of us were whisked away
to the airport.  Eventually, we made it to the appropriate
gate and awaited the arrival of the flight which would
deliver Sarah, Jennifer, Amber and Gwen to us.

   Amongst the horde of (mostly) South American passengers
who exited the jetliner, our four ladies were very easy to
pick out.  Not only did all of them emerge from the gate
together, but they were very unique in appearance compared
to the other native travelers.  Lindsay and Devon immediately
went up to the group and introduced themselves, then brought
them over to where Amy and I were standing.
   "Greetings, ladies," I said to the beautiful foursome.
"You've already met Lindsay and Devon... my name is Jeremy,
and this here is Amy.  It's so nice to have finally met all
of you.  I trust that everyone had an enjoyable flight?"
   "An okay flight, but I'm tired," Sarah admitted.  "I was
in the air for a good nine or ten hours today.  New York to
Los Angeles, and then here.  Is it true that we're in the
eastern time zone?  I thought this would be the pacific."
   "Yes, we're in the eastern time zone," I told her.  "So
there is no need for you to adjust your watch, dear."
   "I came from Atlanta," Amber chimed in, smiling.  The
gothic goddess was STACKED - and I mean that wholeheartedly.
Amber's career as an exotic dancer had obviously netted her
a great deal of money over the past several years.  It had
to.  She had the same type of stunning, curvaceous body that
Pamela - my ex-wife and a former stripper herself - did.
   "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Jennifer asked, looking
at Amy with inquisitive eyes.  "You seem very familiar."
   "You must watch porn!" Lindsay chirped at Jennifer, which
made the 26-year-old blush red with embarrassment.  "That is
Aimee Embers - once the most popular actress in all of porn!"
   "Oh wow," Jennifer said, her eyes wide, as she stared at
Amy.  "That IS where I know you from."  Still embarrassed,
she paused and added, "But I don't watch porn all that much."
   "It's okay," Amy told her, grinning.  "There is no need to
feel shy or bad about it.  We're all very open here."
   "Okay," Jennifer said with a nervous smile.  "I actually
watch a lot of porn... a few movies per week."
   "I've been in some movies myself," Gwen, the cheerleader
from Tennessee, told us.  "But they are all private movies.
My friends and I in school make movies together."
   "I never thought that once we finally got here, we would
be having a discussion about porn," Sarah offered, a slight
grin upon her face.  "I've never seen a porn movie myself."
   "They're not for everyone," Devon nodded.  "I wouldn't
have ever seen any movies, either, if I didn't personally
know Amy.  She is retired from the industry now, though."
   I smiled and announced to the newcomers, "I've already
made arrangements for all of your luggage to be taken to the
catamaran - which is my private boat.  Once everything is
loaded up and ready, we'll set sail for our island paradise.
The trip won't be that long - only about an hour or so."
   "You girls are gonna love the island," Lindsay nodded,
focusing her attention upon Amber.  "I've never seen a more
beautiful place in the whole, wide world."
   "It sure did look nice from those pictures I got in the
mail," Jennifer nodded.  "I'm looking forward to seeing it."
   "Those pictures did not do the island justice, though,"
Devon told her.  "Trust me on that.  You'll be amazed."
   "So we get three million dollars each for spending a
couple of months on a tropical paradise?" Amber asked,
grinning.  "I think I can live with that.  I KNOW I can."
   "Amy has shuffled back-and-forth between society and the
island a couple of times," Devon said to the group.  "But
Lindsay and I... we've never wanted to leave there.  We were
offered money just like the rest of you, but we chose to
stay because not only is the island a beautiful place, but
Jeremy here - he is such a wonderful man.  Lindsay and I,
once we got settled in, never wanted to leave the island.
We didn't care one bit about the money anymore, either."
   "I've been to it three separate times," Amy offered.  "I
kept coming back.  Now though, I'm here to stay.  I've found
my home in life.  I found people who love and care for me."
   "So all four of you are married to each other, right?"
Sarah inquired.  "That's what I read in the package that was
sent to me.  How is that possible?  Is it even legal?"
   "It's legal, because Jeremy and I married Devon and Amy
on the island," Lindsay told her.  "We're not under any
jurisdiction or law from another country there.  We can
basically do whatever we want on the island.  We all love
each other - so we have a four-way marriage."
   "Lindsay and Jeremy had the only traditional wedding in
our group," Devon offered.  "They got married a few months
back in Ohio - where Lindsay grew up, and where her family
still is today.  She wanted all of them to be part of her
big day in life.  It was a beautiful ceremony."
   "You don't look any older than 15 or 16," Jennifer said
to Lindsay, which made me chuckle.  "You're married?"
   "I'm actually 19," Lindsay countered, grinning.  "And two
months from now, I turn 20."
   "Would any of you ladies care for a bite to eat?" I asked
the group.  "There are plenty of concession stands a short
walk from here.  Of course, anything you buy will be on me."
   "If you put it that way..." Gwen smiled.  "I am a little
bit hungry, yes.  That airline meal we had wasn't too good."
   I turned toward Devon and Amy, saying, "Why don't the two
of you show our guests to the airport's food court?  Lindsay
wants to check out the gift shoppe for a couple of minutes.
I'll go with her there.  We'll meet you in the dining area."
   "Sounds good," Devon nodded, smiling.  She turned toward
the others and said, "Come on, girls.  Let's go."

                           * * *

   As the group followed Devon and Amy toward the restaurant
area, Lindsay hooked her arm around mine and began walking
me over to the gift shoppe.  The little blonde placed her
head upon my shoulder and chirped, "Who do you like most so
far, Jeremy?  My choice is Amber.  She has a GREAT body."
   "I like them all, dear," I replied.  "But if I HAD to
pick one, I'd have to say it was Sarah.  There is something
about her which I like, though I'm not quite sure yet what
it is."  I paused and grinned, "Are you going to become more
acquainted with Amber and her hot, stripperesque body once
we arrive home on the island, dear?"
   "I'd love to," Lindsay answered, licking her lips.  "I'd
bury my face between those huge breasts for hours!"  For the
first time today, my cock began to twitch with definite life.
Not surprisingly, Lindsay was the reason for it.  "I think
Amber's breasts are even bigger than Amy's and Devon's.
What do you think, Jeremy?"
   "I'd say she approaches Pamela and Trish territory," was
my response.  "Torrie, too.  You've always been attracted to
women with big breasts, wifey."
   "I always wished I had breasts like that," she told me.
"Mine are way too small.  I feel dwarfed by Devon and Amy
sometimes.  I would feel a lot worse about things if the
three of you didn't constantly tell me how beautiful I am,
and how perfect my body is."
   "You are perfect," I smiled.  "I love your body and the
way it is, Lindsay.  You look so fresh and wholesome, and
innocent.  Your breasts may be small, but I like them that
way.  I never want you to change one bit, sweetheart.  I'm
glad you don't talk about getting implants anymore - like
you did for awhile last year."
   The nymphomaniac nodded her head and proclaimed, "I'm
making my move on Amber tonight.  I saw her looking at me.
I think she likes me."
   I laughed and countered, "EVERYONE likes you, Lindsay.
You're a little princess.  You're MY princess.  I love Devon
and Amy very much, but you know that you'll always be first
and foremost in my life, dear.  That will never change."
   "I'm gonna ask Amber for a lap dance," Lindsay smirked,
which caused my eyes to widen.  "I want that body!"  She
paused for a moment, then gently added, "You're first in my
life too, Jeremy.  I would never tell Devon or Amy that,
because I don't want to hurt their feelings in any way.  I
love both of them too much to hurt them.  But I love you
more than anything, Jeremy.  It'll always be that way."
   With a grin, I slipped behind Lindsay as we entered the
airport's gift shoppe, and placed both arms around her neck
and shoulders.  The two of us shared a series of playful
laughs as Lindsay then led me over to the all-too-familiar
display of teddy bears.  She wound up buying two of them.
   Unfortunately, the gift shoppe did not have cat food for
Lindsay's new friend, FurBall.  I knew that any possibility
of it actually selling some was quite remote.  So after the
others finished their meal at the food court, but before all
of us boarded the big boat, we made a quick stop at the local
marketplace and I bought three bags of cat food, and several
cans.  FurBall would be fat and lazy before long...

                           * * *

   With layers of clouds trickled here and there, the sky
surrounding the setting sun on this breezy October evening
was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange as the big boat
made its final approach toward the island.  Sarah, Jennifer,
Amber and Gwen had all gathered alongside Lindsay, Devon and
Amy on the upper deck of the boat, and were busy taking in
the wondrous, untamed beauty of the island as we drew closer.

   My three wives are in total agreement with me when I say
that anyone would be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful,
picturesque location in the entire world than the island
where all of us resided.  Located several miles off the
coast of Peru, the island was literally a virgin territory.
With the exception of the large mansion, outdoor recreation
area, horse stables and narrow access roads which encircled
it, the island was literally the same as God had created it.
That, of course, was a good thing.
   The island was such a quiet and tranquil setting; it was
shielded from the rest of the world, and the bad which went
along with it.  The main priority I had in my life with
Lindsay, Devon and Amy was that all four of us have fun and
enjoy what every day on the island had to offer.
   Everyone who had come through my little corner of paradise
over the past six years fell in love with the dramatic views,
the tropical fusion of stars at night and the chance to be
alone with the elements.  Here one could find palm-fringed
blue lagoons, a lush rain forest, hidden gardens, cascading
waterfalls and a wild river running between two canyons.
And those beautiful beaches - gold, red, black and green
sands - were caressed by an endless, peaceful surf.
   The putt-putt golf course, located in the recreation area
next to the mansion, had a intricate (and very unique) design
which appealed to even novice players such as Lindsay and
Amy.  Other ways to find alternative entertainment was to go
horseback riding in the forest, scuba diving off the coast,
or by taking the Jeep for the day and paving your own course
throughout the wilderness.  Indeed, this island was paradise.

                           * * *

   Sarah, Jennifer, Amber and Gwen were completely awestruck
with the island and its vast beauty once we arrived at the
pier.  Having not even stepped foot on the soil yet, I think
it was safe to say that the island had already exceeded what
were probably lofty expectations for each of them.  Tomorrow,
we would give the four ladies a grand tour of everything.

   After I dropped all of the girls off at the mansion, I
returned to the pier in my Jeep and gathered their luggage
from the boat.  I loaded it into the Jeep, then drove back
to the mansion and let everyone claim what was theirs.
   I turned my attention toward the four new arrivals and
said, "I'm sure all of you are very tired, if not exhausted,
after all those hours in the friendly skies.  Everyone has
already eaten enough food for the evening.  Lindsay, Devon
and Amy can show the four of you to the group shower room,
as well as your rooms.  Turn in early tonight if you wish.
Breakfast will be at ten o'clock tomorrow morning.  Please
make it a point to be there.  Breakfast is mandatory."
   "The group shower room?" Jennifer asked, her eyes wide.
   "It's like a big locker-room shower," Devon responded.
"It's the only place where you four can take showers."
   "It is really nice," Amy added.  "I love it in there."
   "We have to take showers together?" Jennifer asked, still
a bit surprised at the revelation.
   Amber offered a wicked smile and purred, "That doesn't
sound like too bad of an idea.  I've always found it very
hot and erotic to shower with someone else.  Now... I'll
know what it's like to do it with a whole group of people."
   With those words, Lindsay's already burning level of
interest in Amber seemed to multiply ten-fold.  She turned
toward the top-heavy stripper and said, "I'd LOVE to show
you to the shower room.  Maybe we could even... well..."
   "Soap each other up?" Amber grinned, showing confidence
and poise, as well as an open nature.  "I'd love to."  Still
smiling, Amber grabbed one of her three suitcases and hooked
arms with Lindsay.  "Lead the way, sweet thing."
   Before they could turn and walk away, I quickly said,
"Whoa, hold up a minute.  We still have to settle on room
assignments.  Everyone gets a room-mate."
   Lindsay looked at Amber, who smiled at her, then back at
me.  "I think I'll room with Amber for tonight," the little
minx offered, which brought a knowing smile to my face.  "We
can worry about more concrete room assignments tomorrow."
   "I was going to ask if Sarah and I could be room-mates,"
Gwen said, looking at me.  "If it's okay with you, Jeremy?"
   I glanced at Sarah, who nodded her head in response.  "Of
course it is okay with me, Miss Gwen.  You and Sarah... just
follow Lindsay and Amber.  Your room will be next to theirs."
   "What about us, though?" Devon openly wondered.  "I mean,
Jeremy... me, you, Lindsay and Amy - we share the same room.
We've done that for awhile now."
   "What about me?" Jennifer countered.  "I won't even have
a room-mate if you two stay with Jeremy.  Lindsay and Amber,
Sarah and Gwen... I'm the odd one out."
   "I'll stay with you for tonight," Amy grinned, stepping
forward and clutching Jennifer's wrist.  She turned toward
Devon and said, "You can stay with Jeremy, lover.  You'll be
minus Lindsay and me, but I know you'll be happy."
   Devon glanced at me and smiled, then nodded her head in
agreement.  "Oh yes... now this sounds like a great idea."
She wrapped her arm around my waist and patted my backside
for emphasis.  A bit embarrassed in front of the newcomers,
I smiled at Devon and tried my best to look nonchalant.
   As Lindsay and Amber turned and trotted away, FurBall the
cat nudged up against my lower leg and rubbed its face there.
Devon smiled, then reached down and cradled the feline in her
arms.  "Less than two hours, and Lindsay has already lost
interest in her cat.  Hmmmmm..."
   "I don't think she's lost interest, Devon," I offered, my
eyes focused upon Amber's luscious ass - encased in tight
denim - as it swayed back and forth seductively while she
walked off, arm-in-arm, with Lindsay.  "I think something
else interests her MORE now."
   "I see your point," Devon grinned, petting the cat, her
eyes also trained on Amber's rounded ass.  "I'm gonna go
find FurBall a couple of bowls for her food and water."
   Sarah and Gwen smiled sweetly at us, then followed both
Lindsay and Amber as they ascended the staircase down the
hall.  Amy and Jennifer exchanged knowing grins, then locked
hands and went off in the same direction.
   "I really cherish any time that I get to have alone with
you, Jeremy," Devon grinned once everyone was upstairs.  "I
love to share with Lindsay and Amy also, but still... any
time alone with you, I consider precious.  I'm really going
to enjoy tonight... I promise you that."
   "You won't be the only one, dear," I smiled, leaning
forward and kissing her on the lips.  Being playful, Devon
tried to get me to kiss FurBall too.  She failed.

                           * * *

   As Devon went off with FurBall - to find the animal two
bowls for its food and water - I made a mad dash toward our
personal suite.  Or to be more precise, the voyeur room.
   I thought that all four of the new ladies held a great
deal of promise and potential in regards to the next couple
of months here on the island.  My personal favorite at this
very early stage was still Sarah, who appeared to be very
level-headed and mature.  She reminded me somewhat of an
older Lindsay, with the same body type.
   Since the 25-year-old was such an expert in karate and
the martial arts, Sarah could probably take me down in a
heartbeat.  In an odd way, I found that very exciting.
   Jennifer seemed a little skeptical and wide-eyed about
the island, but I felt confident that once she got settled,
there wouldn't be any problems with her.  I just got the
sense that Jennifer needed to feel really comfortable before
allowing herself to enjoy things.  That was understandable.
   Gwen hadn't said or done much since we met her at the
airport earlier, but I could tell that she had a wild streak
in her.  I envisioned the 21-year-old, who had been set to
start her senior year in college before coming to the island,
as a party-girl type who liked to drink alcohol and hang out
with a wide variety of friends.  She appeared to be a typical
college cheerleader who was always looking for a new thrill.

   But the one who had caught my eye the most so far happened
to be none other than Amber.  I hadn't grown attached or fond
of her as was the case with Sarah.  Instead, Amber had drawn
my attention because Lindsay had taken such a vested interest
in her.  Of course, she had plenty of reason to.
   Amber was a stunningly beautiful young woman whose exotic
good looks and voluptuous body had landed her a career as a
featured dancer at one of Atlanta's hottest strip clubs.
Amber was a mixture of Norwegian and Spanish heritage, with
the result being a gorgeous melange of two ethnicities.
   With black-as-night hair and a captivating smile, this
24-year-old could easily have the world in the palm of her
hands if she so desired.  Amber's luscious, power-packed
5-foot-4 frame, along with her seemingly come-get-it
attitude, was all the evidence that I needed.  I could not
imagine a woman such as this spending the evening alone.
She was much too gorgeous for that.

                           * * *

   Inside the voyeur room were a large spread of television
monitors, each of which monitored different areas of the
island.  I had a wide assortment of hidden cameras stashed
virtually everywhere on the island, as well as inside the
mansion.  I could see everything from this little room.
   With all of the activities being recorded and put onto
videotape, I could also go back in time and re-live any
event which had taken place over the past 16 months - or
more specifically, since the initial group of ladies first
arrived on the island.  The cameras were hooked up to
motion detectors and when activated, the film began rolling.
Everything went into the archives.
   On one screen, Sarah and Gwen were busy unpacking their
personal belongings in the room that they would share over
the course of the next several weeks.  In the next suite,
it appeared as though Amy was talking up a storm as Jennifer
was in the process of going through her own suitcases.  In
the kitchen, Devon was fooling around with FurBall the cat.
She had a tiny rubber ball, and was repeatedly bouncing it
off the nearby dishwasher.  FurBall, of course, was trying
to frantically catch the ball with its mouth and paws.

   But the screen that interested me the most was the one
which surveyed the room that Lindsay would share with Amber
tonight.  Both ladies had wasted no time; Lindsay and Amber
were already stripped down to absolutely nothing.  Obviously,
each of them were ready for what awaited them in the shower.
   Seeing Lindsay completely nude never failed to give me an
erection.  She was so precious to me; a living goddess.  But
seeing Amber in her naked glory at the same time - alongside
Lindsay - gave me an INSTANT erection.  I wondered how much
money she had netted over the years from giving lap dances...

   "What's it liking having a husband and two wives?" Amber
asked as I flipped the audio switch for their room on.  "Wow,
it seems weird for me to even say that.  It must be unique!"
   "It's wonderful," Lindsay replied, as she motioned toward
the door with her head.  "I get the best of both worlds.  I
love Devon and Amy very much, but Jeremy is my crown jewel."
   Amber smiled and commented, "You, Devon and Amy seem to
speak very highly of Jeremy.  Myself, I don't hold that much
of an opinion when it comes to men.  I guess I haven't met
the right one yet.  I'm not really in the right profession
to meet men, though.   Most of my serious relationships have
been with other women.  I feel more comfortable with them."
   "Jeremy is a special man," Lindsay chirped, which made me
smile.  "I don't know where I'd be today without him.  I
do know for sure that I would not be as happy as I am now."
The tender, sweet-as-silk teen exited the suite, and Amber
went directly behind her.  I followed their movements on the
monitor which displayed the corridor outside the row of guest
bedrooms.  The group shower room was very close-by.
   "You have a luscious body," Lindsay purred, just outside
the entrance to the shower room.  Smiling, she boldly
reached out and cupped one of Amber's D-cup breasts with a
hand, and squeezed it lovingly.  "You're gorgeous!"
   "Being a stripper, I've heard that millions of times,"
Amber told her.  "In my business, compliments can become
meaningless.  But from you, sweet Lindsay... not only do I
hear it, but I also accept it - and like it.  You're too
much of a doll for me to let it pass over my head."
   I began to massage the big bulge in my trousers as the
young vixen leaned forward and pressed her lips to Amber's
for an exploratory kiss.  These two were hitting it off so
quickly that it reminded me of last year - when Lindsay got
so deeply involved and attached with Trish.  Could it be
happening all over again - but this time, with Amber?

   Amber embraced Lindsay with both arms, then patted her on
the ass with an open hand as the pair of ladies exchanged
another series of smiles.  Soon, Lindsay took hold of Amber's
other hand and guided her into the spacious shower room.
   I continued rubbing the aching lump between my legs as
Lindsay turned the lever for one of the four shower-head
faucets.  An instant later, a thick stream of water began
to shoot out and cascade down upon them.  Lindsay adjusted
the lever until the water temperature was perfect, but then
was spun around rather quickly and pulled into Amber's arms.
   "Oh yeah..." I moaned, grinning, as the gothic princess
assaulted my wife's tongue and mouth with her very own.
Lindsay seemed surprised at first, but quickly gathered
herself and grabbed two handfuls of Amber's overflowing
breasts.  She cupped and squeezed the luscious mounds of
firm flesh, her tongue now dueling with Amber's.
   Both ladies were already thoroughly soaked as they stood
together underneath the unrelenting stream of water, their
naked bodies quivering together as one.  Amber brushed aside
a thick clump of Lindsay's shower-soaked hair from her face,
allowing easier access for their shared kiss.  I smiled to
myself once the 24-year-old pinched and groped Lindsay's
taut, firm ass with her hand once again.
   I increased the volume for the shower room, and listened
intently as the pair of lust-lovers sighed and moaned as
their fervid kiss intensified.  Lindsay literally had her
tongue shoved clear down Amber's throat, obviously reveling
in the sweet taste.  She still had both hands upon the
buxom stripper's massive breasts as well, massaging them
roughly.  Lindsay was obviously very turned on...
   Amber squealed with obvious arousal once Lindsay broke
their mutual kiss, only to then attack her slender neck with
a series of passionate licks and kisses.  Amber groaned in
approval, her hands now cradling Lindsay's head as the
nymphomaniac paid erotic homage to her neck and shoulders.
   "You may be the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life,"
Amber sighed, her eyes rolling to the back of her head for a
short moment.  "Oh my God, Lindsay... you're irresistible."
   The teen-ager giggled at those words, then attached her
lips to Amber's for another heated kiss.  The pair of ladies
embraced tightly, gyrating and bumping their gorgeous bodies
together underneath the constant stream of shower water.
Their kiss was so intense and passionate that soon, they had
to break it off in order to catch their collective breaths.
   Lindsay moved her hands back to Amber's breasts and began
to grope them once again.  Her blue eyes flashing with wanton
desire, Lindsay had a hungry expression upon her face as she
stared intently at those breasts.
   "You like them?" Amber grinned, running a hand throughout
the blonde's free-flowing hair.
   "I love them," Lindsay replied, her eyes wide.  "A woman
with big, big breasts... really turns me on."
   "Why don't you show me how much you like them?" Amber
grinned, grabbing Lindsay by the head and forcing her
enchanting face between those ripe, luscious melons.
   Lindsay displayed a high level of insatiable hunger as
she immediately began to feast upon both of Amber's breasts
with her lips and mouth.  She took turns with each erect
nipple, slurping and sucking them into her mouth as if they
were her last meal.  Amber growled in response, hot water
beating down upon her face and drenching her hair, as she
again cradled Lindsay's head with both hands.
   "They taste even better than they look!" my wife sighed,
her face now buried between Amber's ample cleavage, her
tongue swiping away at a mile-a-minute pace.

   I'm quite certain that Lindsay could have, if she really
wanted to, dined upon those breasts for hours on end - and
never become bored.  However, there was another portion of
Amber's body where Lindsay could put her tongue to good use.
Obviously, it appealed to her just a tad bit more.

   Without a warning, Lindsay dropped down to her knees in
front of Amber, who instinctively spread her thighs for her.
The little vixen admired the dark patch of curls between
those creamy thighs for a split-second or two before smiling,
and then moving her mouth in for a taste.
   Amber hooked a leg over Lindsay's delicate shoulder as she
went to work immediately upon her pussy, her tongue licking
and swiping away upon it furiously.  She concentrated on that
little nub of a clitoris for a short time, then drove her
tongue far and deep between the pink folds of Amber's pussy.
   "Oh my God!" the raven-haired seductress screamed, her
body trembling with wanton desire.  "That feels so good!"
   Lindsay seemed to double her efforts and let loose with
everything she had.  My wife licked and sucked, jabbed and
poked - driving her tongue into the delicious depths of
Amber's sexuality.  She pressed her face hard upon the
joining of Amber's thighs, wanting to get as close to and
as intimate as possible with her exotic sweetness.
   "OH MY GOD!  You're... you're gonna make me cum!"
   Lindsay's tongue continued on with its frantic oral work
upon the stripper's pussy, but was soon joined by a single
finger.  Amber let out her wildest groan yet as her younger
lover jammed her finger between her folds and began thrusting
away at them.  Soon, Amber had reached the boiling point.
   "FUCK YES!" she screamed, her emotions obviously getting
the best of her.  "OH FUUUUUCK... I'M CUMMING!"
   Lindsay latched onto the 24-year-old's shapely ass and
held it tightly as she busily lapped away at the juices
which flowed from her pussy.  It was readily apparent that
she was not about to let a single drop escape from her lips.
Lindsay wanted to suck down every last ounce of nectar.

   "Oh wow..." Amber groaned seconds later, in the aftermath
of orgasm.  "I... WOW... what a tongue!"  Catching her
breath, she glanced down at Lindsay and said, "Now it's my
turn, sweet thing.  I'm gonna fuck your little pussy with my
tongue, and make you SCREAM!"
   "Get your beautiful ass down here," Lindsay giggled,
taking Amber by the hand and helping her to the floor.  The
two ladies gazed at each other for several seconds, then
shared another passionate, tongue-filled kiss.  Soon, their
hands were a literal blur as they explored various parts of
one anothers' luscious bodies.
   When their kiss was broken, Lindsay offered a smile as
she slowly but surely reclined back upon the shower room's
floor.  She spread her thighs far apart, displaying her
flexibility, while also providing her new girlfriend plenty
of room to operate.  Amber wasted no time whatsoever.
   First it was one finger, and then a second.  Lindsay
moaned with lust as Amber immediately began to thrust both
of them in-and-out of her pussy at a torrid pace.  Soon, she
inserted a third finger and started to thump away at it.
   "That's it!" Lindsay screamed.  "Oh yes... that's it!"
   Amber could not control her ultimate desire any longer.
She quickly withdrew her fingers, replacing them with her
tongue.  Lindsay's whole body vibrated with arousal as she
clenched her thighs tightly around Amber's probing head,
urging the gothic goddess on even further.
   Amber swiped away at the lush folds of Lindsay's pussy
for several seconds, then began to twiddle away upon her
damp clitoris with her thumb and forefinger.
   "Amber!" the 19-year-old squealed, her body squirming
and writhing about in utter passion.  "FUCK YES!  OH... EAT
MY PUSSY!  YES!  YES!  FUCK YES!"  Amber's tongue was like
a turbo-charged machine - darting and buzzing itself upon
the moist, tender folds of her young lover's pussy at a
frantic, maddening pace.  She obviously enjoyed the taste.

   Perhaps it was preordained, but the very moment Lindsay
experienced her orgasm, my cock erupted within my trousers.
Not only had I been stroking and rubbing it for too long,
but being able to witness Lindsay and her moment of absolute
pleasure with Amber was enough to send me over the edge.
   My heart was racing as I watched Lindsay go through the
sweet progression of orgasm on the monitor before me, her
taut, lithesome body bucking and churning about in response.
She moaned and wailed out her intense arousal, her thighs
now clenching Amber's head with a vice-tight grip.  It made
me to smile to watch my little princess "get off" like this.
Amber seemed to have pushed the right buttons within her.
   Once her feelings first crested, then faded away, Lindsay
loosened the hold upon Amber's head with her thighs and let
out a very content sigh.  In response, Amber rose up to her
hands and knees, and crawled further up Lindsay's body until
their lips were aligned.  The two ladies shared yet another
blissful kiss as the water continued to cascade down upon
them from the shower-head above.
   "That was beautiful," Amber gently sighed, grinning.

                           * * *

   "Oh Jeremy..." came a feminine, sultry voice from the
side.  Startled, I turned toward the entrance to the voyeur
room and as a result, my jaw literally hit the floor.
   Devon stood there, wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie
and a seductive smile.  Her large, bountiful breasts were
barely concealed by a lacey, black strapless bra.  The bra
was made of a see-through material, so her perky nipples
were clearly visible underneath it.  Devon also wore a very
similar G-string.  Black and also made of see-through lace,
the G-string left very little to the imagination.  The
gorgeous, ravishing blonde topped her lingerie outfit off
with a pair of matching high-heeled shoes.
   Her blue eyes glowing with an even mixture of love and
desire, Devon offered me an inviting smile and purred, "I
have been waiting for you, dear Jeremy.  Are you finished
spying on Lindsay and Amber?"
   I held back a laugh and asked her, "Are you finished
playing around with FurBall?"
   Devon rolled her eyes in a quirky manner, then placed a
hand between her thighs and openly rubbed herself through
her G-string there.  "Jeremy, this pussy needs to play."
   Devon flashed me that winning smile once more and coyly
added, "I'll be masturbating out here on the bed until you
decide to join me, lover, and give me what I really want."

   My heart skipped a beat as Devon turned her back, but
looked over her shoulder at me.  The 25-year-old offered a
playful pout, then twitched her luscious ass in the most
beguiling manner before flipping her hair back with a hand
and strutting off.  For a moment, I couldn't breath.

   I quickly looked up at the spread of monitors, and my
eyes went wide at what I saw.  Lindsay and Amber were
still nestled together upon the floor in the shower room,
their bodies close, their tongues dancing together in a
kiss.  Gwen and Sarah were stripped down to their bra and
panties in their room, making lustful faces and smiles at
one another.  At the same time, it appeared as though Amy
was showing Jennifer one of her strap-on dildos.  Was that
nasty red-head going to try and use it on Jennifer tonight?
   But in my own suite - the same I shared with my three
brides - I watched its monitor as Devon climbed onto the
spacious bed.  She offered a quick glance toward the
direction of the voyeur room - obviously wanting me to
emerge - and then slipped a hand inside her G-string.
   Devon rubbed her shaved pussy with two fingers as an
expression of absolute lust washed over her face.  There was
no way that I could possibly make her wait any longer.
   I quickly rose from the chair and re-entered our suite.
It'd be my honor, as Devon put it, to play with her pussy.


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