Island Fever Ch. 31

Chapter 31: "Bumblepuppy"

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While making my routine rounds through the guest corridor in the mansion on this lovely Wednesday evening, I realized that there were gentle sounds of passion emanating from within one of the rooms as I passed by its entrance. Forever the intrusive type, I pressed my ear to the door and listened curiously. Recognizing those 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? Kristanna? Devon? Amy? All three of them? Surely, it could not have been Trish.

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 guest suite, my eyes nearly exploded from their sockets at what I saw. I also quickly realized that I had stumbled onto quite the literal treasure trove here!

Lindsay - the darling, fresh-faced 18-year-old - 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. With no one else in the room, I came to the conclusion that those pleasurable groans I had heard earlier had been strictly self-induced.

Lindsay did not yet realize that I was standing at the entrance to her private room, 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? How long would it be before she knew that I was watching her?

Whatever the case, I could tell that Lindsay definitely enjoyed the stimulation 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 taut, firm breasts. It was a private moment, indeed, but I felt compelled to watch...

"Oh yeah," the blonde swooned, 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 young woman 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, monstrous 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, it should be noted, was perhaps Lindsay's most prized possession. The stuffed animal had been a fixture in her life since pre-school.

"How is Mr. Gordo doing?" Lindsay asked, laying the dildo upon the mattress beside her right 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 strange things in private...

"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 passion-filled moan while moving the teddy bear over and across her exposed pussy, its plastic nub of a nose caressing her little, swollen 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 burst. I could not believe how incredibly naughty it was 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 guest bedroom 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, dear..."

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 put 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 sobbed, "It was my se-se-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 just walking by in the hallway and when I heard noises from outside the door, I just had to peak inside."

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 my 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 the others."

"I'm embarrassed now," she fretted, glancing down at the stuffed animal, before turning her attention back toward me. "I, oh God ... you SEEN me doing that with Mr. Gordo!"

I smiled and responded, "There is no reason to feel that way, honey. I would never look down upon you for anything. Trust me, your secret is safe. I won't let anyone know. You have my word that I will not tell anyone."

"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."

"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, Lindsay? 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 and pleasure yourself?"

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 and forefinger. "Not only are you adorable, Miss Lindsay, but you are also priceless. I would have never guessed. You ... and your teddy bear."

"You sure you don't think it's too strange or wrong?"

"Wrong?" I smiled. "Not at all, dear. Not at all. I think it is wonderful!"

Lindsay hesitated before admitting, "Mr. Gordo has always helped me get off. I know it's really naughty for me to do this but sometimes, I ... I ... I just can't help myself."

"Hmmmmm," I groaned, while holding the 18-year-old in my arms and gently kissing the crown of her head. "So very adorable, Lindsay. And so priceless! You'll never know just how much." I smiled and added, "I only wish that you told me that you had a furry, little friend for a lover long before now. I like to know about these things."

"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. I've told you that since you first came here."

"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, honey. 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. How about you 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 find you irresistible. 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 find totally and 100 percent completely irresistible."

"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, Lindsay?"

"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 murmured, "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, sweetheart. 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. "You do know that you can trust me, yes?" I cupped and squeezed both of them, causing her to moan out in response. "Show me how Mr. Gordo helps you get off. C'mon ... please show me."

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 those wondrous breasts even harder than before with my hands, while splaying a series of kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"Hmmmmm," the teen-ager 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 right leg.

"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 brisk, 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-encased dildo was 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 are a bad, bad girl," I whispered in that ear. "You can act all sweet and righteous, and innocent, but down deep, you are a bad girl and you will always be a bad girl. After Mr. Gordo has his way with you, missy, there's really only one thing left for me to do to you."

"Fuck me?" she garbled, her mouth full.

"No," I leisurely grinned, shaking my head. "Something even better." I gave her breasts a hard, unrelenting squeeze and explained, "I'm going to punish you for being so bad. I am going to put you over my knee, and give you a spanking."

"Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned in response, momentarily closing her eyes, as she began to suck on the dildo even harder. Of course, Lindsay had really gotten off in the past when Amy would brutally whip and punish her with various devices.

I had a new-found interest in BDSM of my own, thanks to Amy, and wanted to dive a little deeper into the idea of administering pain and the power exchange associated with it. I figured that Lindsay would be a willing subject for me.

"It's not going to be a nice, little pleasure spanking, either," I advised her, my eyes darting about the room and then focusing on a thick-bristled hairbrush laying atop the adjacent dresser drawer. I smiled at the sight, then warned her, "I know that you like things a little rough, so I'm going to see about pushing some of your limits tonight."

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 proverbial 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 exotic 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 teen-ager 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. You're so precious to me."

"Are you still going to punish me?"

"You know I am," was my response to her hopeful plea, as I momentarily stood up and retrieved the aforementioned hairbrush from the nearby dresser drawer. Fortunately, Lindsay did not see me. I wanted the hairbrush to be a surprise - even if a somewhat painful one.

"I LOVE being spanked," the enchantress cooed, a definite smile on her face. "I wish you still allowed Amy to dominate me the way she used to, Jeremy. I had SO MUCH fun with her. But I understand why you don't want her to be dominant now."

I moved to the edge of the mattress and promptly pulled Lindsay down across my lap. She sighed quickly and sharply, suddenly finding herself draped across my knee with each half of her body hanging off into space. On one side, Lindsay had an up-close and personal view of the carpet. On the other, her legs were dangling, not quite able to reach the floor.

"Give me your hand," I instructed her, taking her right and pinning it to the small of her back. With my free hand, I grabbed Mr. Gordo and tossed it to the floor beneath her face. "Do you know why I am going to punish you?"

Lindsay did not hesitate as she swung her head back to look at me with a gleeful smile. "Because I'm a bad girl!"

"You have a safe-word," I explained to her, "and it is bumblepuppy. You say that word, and I will immediately stop whatever I am doing and let you free. Understand?"

"Why do I need a safe-word?" she asked, totally confused.