Message-ID: <36416asstr$1021025404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Highlander JM" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 10 May 2002 00:46:25.0747 (UTC) FILETIME=[1D1D8230:01C1F7BC] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 09 May 2002 20:46:22 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} (NEW!) "Island Paradise: Forever" Chapter 4 Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 06:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Join the world's largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "ipf-x-04.txt" begin> <<< IPF-X-04.TXT >>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Paradise: Forever" : Chapter 4 of ?? : Revised! --> M/F, F/F and just about everything else --> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== 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!" <<<- End of Part 4 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- -- - - - - --- -- ----== Find every chapter of this story updated and archived at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/ Reader feedback (HighlanderJM@hotmail.com) is appreciated! ---> Chat with me on MSN Messenger : HighlanderJM@hotmail.com <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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