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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 4 of ??  :  Revised!
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   Once I reached the suite I shared with my trio of wives,
I realized that there were gentle sounds of passion coming
from within as I stood just outside its entrance.  Forever
the curious type, I pressed my ear to the door and listened
intently.  Recognizing her unique, delicate moans, I knew
that Lindsay was definitely in there.  There was some type
of erotic pleasure being delivered to her body.  But who was
with her?  Which of the ladies was causing her to moan out
in such arousal?  Devon?  Amy?  Kristanna?  All of them?
   Needing to know the answer, I gingerly turned the handle -
not wanting to be heard - and opened the door just a crack.
With a clear view of the center portion of the suite, my eyes
went wide in response at what I saw.
   Lindsay - my darling, young bride - was completely nude
and all splayed out upon the bed, her legs parted and knees
in the air.  She had a hand stuffed between those firm, lithe
thighs, with a trio of fingers massaging the swollen folds of
her tender pussy.  There was no one else in the room...
   Lindsay did not yet realize that I was standing at the
entrance to our personal suite, with the door open just far
enough for to peak in and spy on her.  I smiled inwardly as
my cock began to stir and rustle about within my trousers.
How long had Lindsay been masturbating?  Seconds?  Minutes?
   Whatever the case, I could tell that Lindsay definitely
enjoyed the self-induced pleasure which she was currently
providing herself.  Laying flat on her back, her pelvis was
twitching and squirming about as she busily fingered her
moist pussy.  At the same time, Lindsay used her opposite
hand to cup and squeeze one of her smallish, taut breasts.
It was a private moment, but I felt compelled to watch...
   "Oh yeah," the blonde groaned, as her body continued to
shudder and vibrate underneath her own caresses.  By now,
there was a definite lump within my trousers, and it needed
to be tended to.  I sighed as well, reaching down and
pressing my open palm upon the aching bulge.  I rubbed it,
which helped release some of the tension within myself.  A
hot, hungry mouth would do a much better job, though...
   Lindsay reluctantly withdrew her long, slender fingers
from the silken joining of her thighs, but then smiled as
her blue eyes focused upon the hand-held dildo which was
perched upon the night-stand next to the bed.  She licked
her lips and grinned once more, then took hold of the dildo
and offered it an appreciative glare.
   The 19-year-old vixen let loose with a long, drawn-out
moan as she used both hands to position the dildo between
her thighs.  Then, she began to slide its thick tip up and
down the glistening, soaked folds of her little slit.

   I thought for sure that Lindsay was going to pierce her
pussy with that humungous dildo, and go to town with it.
Instead, she did something I never once thought imaginable.

   "Hi Mr. Gordo!" Lindsay squealed, turning her head and
focusing all of her attention upon the teddy bear which was
laying near her hip.  Mr. Gordo, of course, was perhaps my
wife's most prized material possession.  The stuffed animal
had been a fixture in her life since she was a small child.
   "How is Mr. Gordo doing?" Lindsay asked, laying the dildo
upon the mattress beside her left leg and then bringing the
teddy bear to her chest, and embracing it warmly.  Again, I
smiled to myself.  I had never seen Lindsay actually speak
to Mr. Gordo like this before.  I thought nothing of it,
however.  I figured that Lindsay could act a little strange
or weird because she thought she was alone - and no one was
watching her.  Everyone does odd things in private, right?
   "What was that, Mr. Gordo?" Lindsay chirped, smiling, as
she held the teddy bear's face close to her ear.  "Really?
You'd really do that for me?  OH... you're a great friend!"
   An instant later, my jaw literally hit the floor as
Lindsay used both hands to hold Mr. Gordo upside-down, then
guide its brown, furry face between her widespread thighs.
She let out a pleasure-filled moan while moving the teddy
bear over and across her exposed pussy, its plastic nub of a
nose caressing her little clitoris.
   "Hmmmmm..." Lindsay sighed in response, her hips starting
to slowly undulate once again.  "Oh, Mr. Gordo, you love my
pussy, don't you?"  She giggled and added, "You've ALWAYS
helped me get off like this..."
   Obviously, I watched in shocked silence as Lindsay used
her cherished, life-long friend of a teddy bear to help her
masturbate.  I always thought that Lindsay was perhaps a
little too old to be so attached to a stuffed animal like
Mr. Gordo, but apparently she had a good reason to be.
   "Oh yeah!" Lindsay squealed, her movements and actions
becoming more heated.  "Oh yeah, FUCK ME!  Yes, Mr. Gordo!
Fuck me!  Fuck me with your face!  OOOOOH YEAH... YESSSSS!"
   Indeed, Lindsay continued to rub the teddy bear's face
over and across her puffy, moist slit.  At the same time,
the bulge within my trousers now felt as though it was set
to explode.  I could not believe how incredibly naughty it
seemed for Lindsay to be using her teddy bear in a manner
such as this.  It was very exciting for me to watch, too!
   Unable to control myself any longer, I stepped into the
spacious suite and offered Lindsay a big, toothy grin.  I
just had to make my presence known.  "I finally understand
why Mr. Gordo is so important to you, princess..."

                           * * *

   Lindsay sat up suddenly with a look of sheer embarrassment
upon her beautiful face.  Perhaps on instinct, she tossed the
teddy bear elsewhere.  But a split-second later, Lindsay
realized that she had been caught.  I had been watching her.
   "Oh God..." she cried, covering her face with both hands
and shaking her head in shame.  "I... oh God... this is so
embarrassing."  She shook her head once more and whined, "Oh
God, Jeremy... why?  How long were you there?  Why?"
   "It's okay, sweetheart," I offered in my most soothing
tone, slowly walking over to the bed and joining her there.
I reached down and picked Mr. Gordo up off the floor, and
laid it upon the mattress next to Lindsay.  I also realized
that the stuffed animal had a bit of moisture on its face...
   "This is so embarrassing!" she reiterated, still whining,
while looking at me through a sheet of tears.  "I... NO ONE
has EVER seen me use Mr. Gordo like that before."  Lindsay
gulped her throat and added, "It was my secret..."
   Suddenly, I felt awful.  I took Lindsay into my arms and
held her gently, saying, "I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I didn't
come here with the exact intention to spy on you.  I was
really just looking for someone - anyone.  I haven't seen
any of you girls during the past couple of hours.  I thought
I would find out where everyone was with the voyeur room.
But when I got here to our suite, I heard noises and peaked
inside.  And, I saw you and your... friend."
   I retrieved Mr. Gordo with my right hand and placed it
against Lindsay's bare, flat stomach, allowing her to hold
it there.  She clutched it with both hands, but again shook
her head as I slowly but surely ended our embrace.
   "This is so embarrassing!" Lindsay repeated.  "God, please
don't tell Devon or Amy about this, Jeremy!"  She paused and
added, "Devon is always teasing me because I keep Mr. Gordo
here in our room.  Devon would have a field day teasing me if
she knew that I used Mr. Gordo to help get off.  And Amy?
OH GOD... Amy would NEVER let me hear the end of it!  Please,
Jeremy!  PLEASE!  Please don't tell either of them!"
   "Sweetheart..." I offered, grinning, while shaking my own
head at her.  "Your secret is safe with me.  I won't tell."
I kissed her on the cheek and gently added, "I would never
do anything to hurt or embarrass you in front of others."
   "I'm embarrassed now," she fretted, glancing down at the
stuffed animal, before turning her attention back toward me.
"I, oh God... you SAW ME doing that with Mr. Gordo!"
   I smiled and responded, "There is no reason to feel that
way, princess.  I'm your husband, and I love you.  Don't you
know?  You can do absolutely nothing wrong in my book."
   "Isn't it kind of weird, though?" she asked, her anxiety
seeming to fade away with my reassuring words.  "I mean -
me, using my teddy bear like that?  Isn't it strange?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and said, "All of us do strange
things at one time or another.  Look at me, sweetheart.  I
spend a lot of time in the voyeur room, watching you and the
others have sex.  That's very strange.  I should be in the
middle of you girls a lot more often than I actually am."
   "You promise you won't tell anyone?" she asked, her eyes
wide, obviously wanting clarification.
   "Of course I promise," I grinned.  "Would I ever lie to
you, sweetheart?  HAVE I ever lied to you?"
   "No, you haven't," Lindsay answered, taking a deep breath.
   I smiled at her again.  "How long have you been using
your teddy bear to masturbate?"
   She pouted and replied, "Since I was 13 or 14.  Mr. Gordo
was my dildo before I even knew what a dildo was.  He was my
way to get off.  I... I've always loved the feel of his face
on my pussy.  He can still make me cream my pussy today."
   "Is this the reason you still have him around?"
   Lindsay hesitated, then offered a sheepish grin and nodded
her head.  "Yes, it is.  Ninety percent of the reason, yes.
He can help get me off when I'm feeling incredibly horny,
and there is no one else around."
   I cupped her face with my right hand, and wiped away some
of her excess tears with my thumb.  "I love you, princess.
I think you are so wonderful.  You're so priceless; special."
   "You sure you don't think it's too strange or wrong?"
   "Wrong?" I smiled.  "Not at all.  I just think that you
are Lindsay being Lindsay.  I've really come to expect crazy
things like this from you, sweetheart.  Remember what I told
you after you had your little affair with Victoria?"
   "Behind your back?" she pouted.  "Yeah, that I'm a slut."
   "Sluts crave any and all sorts of stimulation," I told
her, reaching for the stuffed animal and stroking its back.
"If Mr. Gordo can help you get off, sweetheart - more power
to you.  You're a slut.  You're an insatiable slut.  I expect
you to do whatever it takes to get any and all stimulation."
   Lindsay hesitated before saying, "Mr. Gordo has always
helped me get off.  I know it's really naughty for me to do
this but sometimes, I... I just can't help myself."
   "Hmmmmm," I groaned, while holding the 19-year-old in my
arms and gently kissing the crown of her head.  "I love you,
Lindsay.  You'll never know how much.  You're my princess!"
I smiled and added, "I only wish that you told me that you
had a furry, little friend for a lover."
   "Mr. Gordo?" Lindsay giggled.  "He is NOT my lover!"
   "You sure talked to Mr. Gordo like he is your lover," I
countered, teasing her, which actually made the blonde's
face flush red with embarrassment.  "You were begging a
stuffed animal to fuck you, and help you get off."  To ease
her level of embarrassment, I kissed Lindsay on the cheek
and told her, "You should have let me know, sweetheart."
   "You want to know everything about me, don't you?" she
responded in a huff, albeit in a playful manner.
   "Of course I do," I told her, grinning.  "I want to know
all of your nasty, little secrets.  I want us to share and
be open with each other.  I want to know everything, baby."
   "You know a whole lot already," Lindsay mused.  "And as
far as nasty, little secrets, none are worse than what you
just caught me doing with Mr. Gordo."
   "Teddy bears are not meant to be used as masturbation
toys," I said, grinning, now eyeing her tender, nubile body.
She was absolutely flawless - from head to toe.  "Obviously,
they can be.  You've given me ample proof of that, princess.
Do you have any other secrets you can share with me?"
   Lindsay paused for a moment, then shook her head.  "Not
really, Jeremy.  This was about the only thing that I really
kept from you, or anyone else, for that matter.  Honestly."
She hesitated once more before saying, "You're quite the
inquisitive one, Jeremy.  Tell me your secrets, huh?"
   I grinned at her.  "I'll tell you something, sweetheart,
but I guess it's not all that much of a secret."
   "What is it?"
   Still smiling, I responded, "I love you.  I love you more
than anything.  The way you look; the way you talk and act.
The way you smell.  The way you smile when you laugh.  Your
eyes, your hair; everything.  Everything about you, I love."
   "That's no secret," Lindsay giggled.  "Very sweet, but
certainly no secret."  She paused and added, "But with every
nice thing you say about me, I can say the same about you."
   "Will you do me a favor, princess?"
   "What?  I'll do anything for you, Jeremy.  You know that."

   "Show me exactly how Mr. Gordo can get you off."

   Lindsay's face turned red at the mere idea.  "Oh, I don't
know, Jeremy.  It's... that's so private.  I... really don't
mind masturbating for you.  You know that.  But Mr. Gordo..."
   "Show me," I asked again, my tone soft and respectful.  I
kissed Lindsay on the forehead and hushed, "I want to see."
Not waiting for her to answer, I rose up to my knees and slid
in directly behind her back.  Now seated upon my knees, I
placed both arms around Lindsay from behind and gently pulled
her shoulders against my chest.  I kissed the crown of her
head and pleaded, "Show me, princess.  I want to see."
   Lindsay squealed and fretted about for a moment or two,
but then looked over her shoulder at me and slowly nodded
her head.  "This... I never thought I'd show someone," she
quaked, holding her precious teddy bear to her chest.
   "You can trust me," I told her, my hands sliding downward
and coming into contact with her breasts.  I cupped and
squeezed both of them, causing her to moan out in response.
"Show me how Mr. Gordo helps you get off."
   Lindsay sighed and took a deep breath, but nodded her head
once more.  Holding it upside-down in front of her nude body,
Lindsay eventually moved the stuffed animal inbetween her
spread thighs.  At the same time, I groped and massaged her
smallish breasts even harder than before with my hands, while
splaying a series of kisses along her neck and shoulder.
   "Hmmmmm," the blonde moaned, pressing the back of her
head hard upon my chest, as Mr. Gordo's face brushed over
and across her swollen slit.  "Oh yeah..." Lindsay squealed,
continually rubbing herself, as I retrieved the huge dildo
she had used earlier from beside her knee.
   "Open up," I whispered, moving the dildo toward Lindsay's
mouth.  She parted her lips on request, and I immediately
slipped the dildo into her mouth.  Lindsay turned her head
and looked back at me for a moment, but then began to suck
and slurp on the dildo as if it were a real cock.  The vixen
growled as I then started to thrust the dildo in-and-out of
her hungry mouth at a slow, but steady pace.
   At the same time, I still used my left hand to eagerly
cup and squeeze one of her breasts.  Lindsay's moans and
squeals were becoming more prevalent as the passion level
within her was rapidly increasing.  Her movements as she
busily frigged her pussy with Mr. Gordo's face (and perhaps
more importantly, his plastic nose) were becoming more
animated.  And lastly, the sounds of sheer hunger and lust
emanating from deep within her throat as she sucked and
slurped upon the steel-incased dildo were music to my ears.
   "His nose is what gets you the most - isn't it?" I asked
Lindsay, obviously referring to her teddy bear.  She gave me
a simple nod in response as I watched the plastic nub caress
and stroke her little clitoris.  I kissed Lindsay on the
neck once more, then blew in her ear and nibbled it gently.
   "You know what I want?" I asked her in a whisper.  "After
Mr. Gordo has his way with you, princess, I want to have my
way with you."  I shook my head and added, "I'm gonna fuck
you so good, baby.  Oh yeah... oh yeah."  Lindsay sucked on
the dildo even harder as I went on, "Isn't that what you
want?  You want me to fuck you?  Oh yeah, you do.  You want
me to fuck you hard.  I know you do.  I'm gonna FUCK every
inch of your body - your mouth and pussy, your ass... even
your toes.  EVERY INCH of your body will be MINE."
   Lindsay was squirming and writhing about in wanton desire
as my words, not to mention Mr. Gordo and the thrusting dildo
within her mouth, had finally pushed her to the edge.  I
jammed the dildo deep into her willing mouth, then moved my
right hand downward and let it re-join my left in giving her
little breasts a feverish, dual massage.
   An instant later, Lindsay squealed upon the submerged
dildo as her entire body tensed up and went rigid against
me.  She then spit the dildo out from her mouth and cried,
"Oh fuck, I'm CUMMING!  FUUUUUCK!"
   I smiled and looked on with adoring eyes as Lindsay
clutched her thighs around Mr. Gordo's probing head, just
before her pussy literally exploded in a sea of passion.  I
continued massaging her breasts as she squirmed about upon
me, her pussy creaming the face and head of her teddy bear.
   Still smiling, I brought a hand to Lindsay's chin and
cupped it in a loving manner.  The 19-year-old responded to
that by sliding my right index finger into her mouth and
sucking upon it.  Her head bobbed back-and-forth upon that
extended finger as the sensations of orgasmic release slowly
but surely began to dissipate within her.

   Once in the aftermath, I withdrew my finger from between
Lindsay's moist, pink lips and moved that hand downward.  I
retrieved Mr. Gordo from the silken joining of her thighs,
then laughed at the mere sight of its furry face and head.
As could be expected, it was saturated with pussy juice.
   "Thank you," I whispered in her ear, kissing it.  "Thank
you for allowing me in on your quote - nasty, little secret.
I love you so much, princess.  You're so precious to me."
   "Are you still going to fuck me?"
   "You know I am," was my response to her hopeful plea.  "I
know it would put a smile on your face.  You know, that is
what I strive for each and every single day, sweetheart.  I
won't smile and be happy until I know you feel that way."
   "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world," Lindsay
sighed, now resting the back of her head upon my shoulder.
I ran my fingers throughout her silky-smooth blonde hair as
she gently added, "I love you, Jeremy."
   "Sweet princess," I whispered, kissing her head once more.
   "You know what?" Lindsay offered, suddenly sitting up and
turning her face to look back at me.  "I have an idea."  She
rose up from the bed and added, "Before you, as you said,
fuck every inch of my body - let me do something first."
She turned and sashayed off toward the closet, her taut,
naked ass swaying back-and-forth seductively with every step.
   I gulped my throat at the luscious sight and countered,
"What do you have in mind, dear?"
   Lindsay entered the spacious closet and replied from it,
"My cheerleading uniform!"  I sighed at the mere mention as
she added, "You can fuck me in my cheerleading uniform!"
   "Oh God..." I moaned as she then emerged from the closet,
her green-and-white cheerleader uniform in hand.  The little
shell top and skirt, along with the matching panties, socks
and a pair of saddle shoes.  I then noticed that she also
carried a pair of green bows for her hair.  Yes - pig-tails.
Lindsay was going to style her long-flowing blonde hair into
a pair of pig-tails for me.  Pig-tails drive me INSANE.
   "I won't be long, Jeremy," the little vixen said, flashing
me a sweet smile, before slipping into the adjacent restroom.
She stuck her head out for a moment and said, "You think you
are going to fuck me hard, Jeremy?  You got another thing
coming.  I'M gonna fuck you HARDER than I EVER have before."
Her intense tone of voice sent erotic chills right straight
down my spine.  Then, Lindsay grinned and playfully added,
"Maybe you and Mr. Gordo can double up, and tag-team me!"

                           * * *

   The smile upon my face was a mile wide, but it quickly
faded away as Devon literally hurled herself through the
main door of her personal suite.  The distraught expression
upon her face told me that something was very wrong here.
Devon had created such a noisy ruckus that Lindsay emerged
from the restroom just as quickly as she had entered it,
obviously wanting to know what the deal was.
   "What's wrong?" I asked Devon, quickly rising to my feet
and moving toward her.
   "Devon, is everything okay?" Lindsay inquired, worried.
"You look like you just seen a ghost!"
   "I have..." Devon countered, her voice low and timid,
before turning her total attention toward me.  "Oh God,
Jeremy... I... I don't know..."
   "What's wrong?" I asked, my heart beating wildly in my
chest.  I gulped my throat and said, "Was there an accident?
Amy and Kristanna - are they okay?"
   "Not that," Devon replied, her complexion turning more
pale by the second.  "PAMELA AND TRISH... are here... and I
don't think either of them plan on leaving anytime soon!"


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