[[[-IF2E-05.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 2: Eternity Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 05: "Misinterpretation" -*- Monday, December 9, 2013 -*- I found myself unable to move - literally frozen in place - on this breezy late-day afternoon as I stood at the entrance to the recreation room. Inside, Lindsay was lounging upon one of the leather floor comforters, a pair of earphones atop her head, with an accompanying _Apple iPod Nano_ clipped to her belt. Lindsay's precious body was swaying back-and-forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed whatever musical selection that was playing within her ears. Up to this point, at least, Lindsay did not realize that I had been silently admiring her immense beauty from this short distance. Was there anything _not_ to like and fully appreciate about this young woman? Her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair, which was tied into a bouncy pony-tail, glimmered and shined underneath the bright overhead lights of the recreation room. Lindsay's lovely, impeccable face was accentuated even more by the prettiest pair of pink, glossy lips I had ever seen on a woman. Those lips, of course, were ripe for sucking cock... At 5-foot-3 and a mere 95 pounds, Lindsay was perhaps the sweetest, most tantalizing little thing in the whole, wide world to me. Everything about her - at least in my eyes - screamed total perfection. Although age 19, Lindsay looked so incredibly young and innocent. Myself, I was plenty old enough to be her father - and trust me, that point was not lost on either of us. There were times when I actually felt like bouncing Lindsay on my knee, then giving her a spanking and putting her to bed, and allowing her to suck my cock as she drifted off into siesta! Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was even more appealing - if possible - on the inside. She was a total sweetheart whose squealy disposition could endear her to anyone. Lindsay was the type of woman that oftentimes found others gravitating toward her because, very simply, she had everything going for her in life. In addition to those beauty queen looks, Lindsay was the daughter of a minister and had been raised into a very nice and polite, well-mannered young lady. She had a heart of pure gold and truly cared for everyone around her. I wanted to lose myself in Lindsay and revel in her countless charms from now until the end of eternity. Even, beyond eternity... As she knelt upon the leather floor cushion, listening to her _iPod Nano_ with its earphones atop her head, I offered Lindsay yet another smile. She still had yet to realize that I was at the doorway, watching her. I wondered to myself just exactly what music she was listening to today. Lindsay was a huge fan of Carrie Underwood ("I have the biggest girl crush on her!"), yet sometimes would mix things up by rocking to the tunes of artists such as Eminem or Avril Lavigne. I knew that I was an extremely fortunate man to have an angel such as this by my side. I cannot stress how important Lindsay and her overall happiness was to me. The term _love_ cannot even begin to describe the feelings I had for her. Of course, the same could be said for all of the girls in my life. I had similar feelings for every single one of them. Lindsay wore a white stretch top which showed a generous amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders. The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy, off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most appealing. Her budding breasts were jutting outward from underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra underneath it. In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along both her front and back pockets. Those legs were trim and very slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and both sported a very rich, deep tan. Lindsay's legs were so lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshiping them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time. Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along with leather hiking boots. As she continued to listen to her MP3 device, I could do nothing but gawk and stare at the young woman's timeless beauty. She was beyond perfection... I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind. I quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the luscious and enchanting Trish smiling right back to me. Trish's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing as it cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish wavelets. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a sublime manner. Even better, the tank-top that Trish wore clung to her voluptuous yet chiseled, muscular torso, and the pair of black spandex pants below the waist was equally as enticing. Trish was hot, gorgeous and sexy, and seemingly in the mood right now to frolic and play. Trish motioned over at Lindsay for a moment with her head, then offered me that radiant smile. "Are you just going to stand here and watch her until she notices you?" "I enjoy watching Lindsay," I said, eyeing my sweet princess as she continued listening to her _iPod Nano_, still oblivious to our presence behind her. I focused upon her tight, denim-clad ass, and gently added, "Watching Lindsay is turning into one of my favorite past-times." "Oh, I'm guilty of that myself," Trish mused, her eyes now fixated upon the charming sweetheart as well. "I could stand here and watch her all day long." As Lindsay twitched her hips in a subtle, yet sexy motion, Trish licked her lips and then looked at me with a wide-eyed expression. "Yummy." I laughed at her all-too-truthful comment. "I agree." Trish grunted. "Oooooh, I just want to hug and kiss on that girl from now until the end of time!" She shivered theatrically and expounded, "I want to take Lindsay into my arms and never let her go! My God, she is so hot..." "I'm glad you and Lindsay are back together, Trish," I quietly told her. "It would have been criminal if Lindsay really did leave us back in August, and you were not given the opportunity to resurrect your relationship with her. I know how very happy you have been these past few months." Trish took a deep breath, then looked up at me and offered a faint smile. "I owe it all to you, Jeremy. Like everything else I now have in my life, I owe it all to you." "What do you mean?" "You are the one who ultimately convinced Lindsay to stay with us," Trish reminded me. "Even if you did not realize that you were doing it at the time, Jeremy, you convinced her to stay and build a life with us. You were SO NICE to her, SO CARING and SO LOVING, you left her no choice but to stay. How could any girl walk away from you after how you treated Lindsay during what was supposed to be her final week on the island? There was no way. And in the process, Lindsay was willing to try a relationship with me again." Trish glanced over at Lindsay, who was still unaware that we were at the doorway admiring her. A lone tear streaked down Trish's immaculate face as she professed, "That girl is my LIFE. I love her more than anything." She then looked at me again, saying, "And everything I have with her, Jeremy, I owe it all to you. Everything." When Trish encircled my body with both arms and buried her face upon my willing chest, I felt a certain sense of joy and tranquility wash over me all at once. At least for those few seconds, everything in the world felt right to me. I was so happy for everything that Trish and Lindsay had together. No one was happier they had rekindled their romance than me. "I love you, Jeremy," Trish volunteered, her face still smashed against my chest. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "I love you too, sunshine," I countered, using one of my (many) nicknames for her. "And you are very welcome." "HEY!" I heard Lindsay squeal. When I looked up, the precocious teen-ager was peeling away her headphones and making her way toward us. After closing the short distance, Lindsay placed both hands upon her hips and snapped in mock disgust, "What is this? You two hugging each other, and not inviting ME?" "What were you listening to?" I asked, motioning toward her _iPod Nano_ device. "Lily Allen." Suddenly lost, I shrugged my shoulders at Lindsay. "I've never even heard of Lily Allen. Who is that?" "Of course you haven't heard of Lily Allen," Lindsay giggled. "You're OLD, Jeremy. Super hardcore ancient old, remember? Old men like you don't listen to good music." "39 is not old," I admonished her, enjoying the teasing banter. Indeed, the age difference between Lindsay and yours truly was not lost on either of us. We had fun playing it up from time-to-time. "Lily Allen is a British singer," Trish told me. "She is very popular in the United Kingdom and all throughout Europe. Not many people from the United States and Canada know of her, but those who do - like me and Lindsay - we love her. She is very... different, and very cool." "Lily Allen rocks!" Lindsay exclaimed. "She sings about giving head in the middle of the wet patch on her bed!" I had to suppress a burst of laughter. "Umm, excuse me?" "Now you know why Lindsay likes her so much," Trish giggled. "Those kind of lyrics are right up Lindsay's alley! I told you... Lily Allen is different, and unique. She is very opinionated too, it seems." "I'm actually glad the two of you are here right now," I said to Trish and Lindsay, my tone turning a bit more reserved and serious. "I came down here today hoping I'd find the two of you together. When in doubt, I know, the first place I always look for you two is the recreation room." "We love it here," Trish beamed, glancing around at all the pinball and arcade machines, the video game consoles, the row of super computers, the pool and air hockey tables, and so much more. "Lindsay and I are gamer geeks." "I have a big favor to ask the both of you." "What is it, Jeremy?" Trish wondered. "I'll do anything for you. You know that. So will Lindsay." "I'm not quite so sure about that!" Lindsay huffed, folding her arms in a playful manner and leaning against the doorway. "First I need to hear what the favor is, and then we can do some negotiating." "Oh, stop it, baby," Trish scolded her, but in a fun way. "Jeremy is being serious. Let's hear what he wants." "It would mean a lot to me," I told them, my voice suddenly cracking, "if you girls were extra-nice to Pamela, and did whatever you could to try and convince her to stay with us. Right now, things are not looking good." "What?" Lindsay blurted out, upset, her expression and demeanor changing that quickly. "Why? What happened?" "Pamela is very confused right now, and does not know what to do," I explained. "She does not want to go home. She no longer has a job at the strip club. There is nothing for her to return home to. Yet she is unsure about staying with us, because it's difficult for her to wrap her mind around being in the type of lifestyle that we lead. It is like she is stuck in limbo right now... doesn't want to go home, doesn't want to commit to us. I... I'd like you girls to try and talk to her. Just tell her how happy you are. Tell her any concerns you had beforehand, any trepidations, and whether or not you were able to overcome them." "The only thing Pamela wants to commit to, Jeremy, is you," Trish deadpanned. "I know you love her and all, and you want to take care of her and make her happy, but you have been down this road with her before. It did not end well last time. Both you and I know that." "Pamela just needs us to show her!" Lindsay disagreed. "Pamela needs us to show her how happy she could be with us!" Trish winced and shook her head. "I don't know, honey. When Pamela was here earlier in the year, I got the chance to talk to her a lot - especially once Jeremy's relationship with Kristanna began to take off. Pamela was so angry; so furious... she was so jealous. I have some serious doubts as to whether or not Pamela could make it with us nowadays, and be happy. I'm sorry, but I do." "Nooooo..." Lindsay whined in protest. I frowned. "Pamela went up to the waterfall with Krissy and Devon yesterday afternoon. They had plans of going swimming and having a fun time together. It was basically Krissy's way of extending Pamela an olive branch, so to speak, and pulling her one step closer to us." I shook my head and continued, "Well, as they often do - Krissy and Devon got carried away. They had been talking with Pamela, but soon started kissing each other real hot and heavy in the water. Pamela kind of stood there for a moment and watched them, but then frowned and walked away. She WALKED AWAY from them. Pamela went back to the _Jeep_. It was like she wanted no part of Krissy and Devon." Lindsay was pouting. "Which goes back to Trish's point that Pamela only wants to commit to you, Jeremy." "You're wrong about yesterday," Trish told me, shaking her head. "Pamela did not walk away from Krissy and Devon because she was disinterested. Pamela walked away from them because she was just days removed from being in the hospital with a massive heart scare. Pamela does not want to do anything hard or strenuous that gets her blood pumping quicker than it needs to until the doctor clears her." My eyes wide, I stared at her. "Pamela told you this?" "I talked to her about it last night!" Trish informed me. "And if Pamela frowned as you said she did, it was probably because she felt guilty for having to turn and walk away from Krissy and Devon. But Pamela felt that she HAD to. She was fearful that they may pull her between them, get her all hot and bothered, and then maybe her heart has a bad reaction." "So Pamela walked away from them not because she did not want to be there or was turned off by Krissy and Devon and what they were doing, but rather for her own physical safety and well-being," I summarized. "Wow. This puts a whole new spin on everything. I thought Pamela was turned off by them. Yet you say, Trish, that was not the case at all? You really talked to her about this whole situation?" Trish nodded her head. "I did. Last night. Pamela felt bad because Devon did not say a word to her the entire trip back to the mansion. Devon is under the impression that Pamela does not belong here. In Devon's eyes, Pamela is not one of us. Devon thinks what you did, Jeremy. She thinks Pamela wanted nothing to do with her and Krissy yesterday." "Did Pamela talk to Devon? Did YOU talk to Devon?" "I haven't had the chance yet," she mewed. I hung my head low and sighed. I needed to find Devon and talk to her. Fast. I also needed to find Kristanna. Hell, I needed to find Pamela as well. "Let me ask you something, Trish. Are you in favor of Pamela ultimately staying with us? I want you to tell me the truth. Be honest." The 30-year-old appeared lost in thought for a moment or two. "Hmmmmm... good one. I have no issue with Pamela staying and being a part of our little family, provided she changes her outlook and attitude on a lot of things. Pamela has to open her heart - bad pun there, I know - and allow the rest of us in. She cannot concentrate all of her effort and energy onto you, Jeremy, and think that is going to fly with the rest of us. Rifts will develop, and everything the six of us have built may come crashing down. I don't want that, Jeremy, and I know for a fact that you don't, either." "Do you WANT Pamela to stay?" "I want Pamela to do what makes her happy," Trish told me. "I have nothing against the girl. She and I were good, close friends when she was here on the island back in June and July. If Pamela wants to stay and is willing to fit in and adapt to the way we do things - our lifestyle - I would welcome her with open arms. My feelings for her may not be super strong, but I know how much she means to you, Jeremy, and I would be willing to give her the opportunity for that reason alone. After everything you have done for me, I owe that to you." "You already know I want Pamela to stay with us," Lindsay pouted, looking at me. "Pamela was like a big sister to me back during the summer! Pamela was so nice to me." I laughed at her. "ALL of the girls on the island are like a big sister to you, sweetheart!" Trish was giggling. "All you remember, Lindsay, is Pamela giving you that lap dance in the dining room." "That's what started the big orgy we had that one night!" the 19-year-old exclaimed, her blue eyes literally flashing at the erotic memories. "That night was so HOT!" "See what I mean?" Trish asked me, snickering. "In all seriousness," Lindsay offered, her voice changing as well, "I will talk to Pamela some more for you, Jeremy. I have talked to her already, but I will do it again. I will do my best to convince her that she needs to stay with us." Lindsay's tone turned ultra sweet and innocent as she ended, "I'll even use my little girl voice... no one can resist it!" "Pamela is the last, little chick that Jeremy needs to round up and bring back to his nest," Trish smiled. "He already has the rest of us. Pamela would complete the set, and the family. I'm all for it, provided Pamela is." "What about Camille?" Lindsay giggled. "CAMILLE?" Trish erupted, caught off-guard by the mere mention of that horrific name. "I don't think Jeremy wants Camille back, baby. In fact, I know he doesn't!" "Jeremy can marry Camille, too!" Lindsay joked, suddenly laughing up a storm. I stared at Lindsay in disbelief as she then went into musical verse, singing, "Jeremy and Camille, sittin' in a tree... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Trish latched onto Lindsay's right forearm with a hand and squeezed tightly. "Honey, stop it!" The 19-year-old was having too much fun, though, so Trish peered at her even more intently. "When was the last time you were spanked?" "Ummmmm," Lindsay chortled, "this morning, by YOU?" "Obviously it didn't do any good," I told Trish. "You clearly need another one," Trish admonished her in a playful, loving manner, dropping to her knees upon the floor and then pulling Lindsay down with her. Lindsay struggled for a moment and eventually broke free of Trish's grasp, but then moaned as she stretched herself forward until she was sprawled front-first across the floor here in the recreation room. A smile came to Trish's face as she slipped both of her luscious legs underneath Lindsay's pelvis and in the process, raised her ass. Now, Trish had a prime target for that deserved spanking across her lap. "How could you possibly spank ME?" Lindsay huffed, looking back over her shoulder at Trish. She let out a little whine - a mock one at that, mind you - as Trish unbuttoned those denim shorts, then pulled them and Lindsay's panties down to mid-thigh. "I am so innocent! How could you do this to me?" Lindsay began to grunt and squeal with passionate delight as Trish landed a series of open-handed swats upon her sweet, upturned ass. I smiled at the sight - my cock twitching with life - as Trish playfully taunted Lindsay with her words. "It's becoming fairly obvious to me, honey, that you're going to need to be spanked every day for the rest of your life." Trish brought her own right hand to her mouth and offered it a full, sweeping lick, then went right back to peppering Lindsay's backside with a succession of quick blows. The force Trish was using for the discipline, by the way, was extremely tame. On a scale of one to ten, Trish was maybe registering a two. Keep in mind that no matter what, Trish would _never_ harm or cause Lindsay any sort of actual pain or discomfort. This was the blueprint of a pleasure spanking. Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Trish was persistent as she continued to pepper Lindsay's quivering ass with a succession of quick blows. There was a strict look in her eyes, but also a smile upon her face, as her right arm was in constant motion. Both of them were having fun. "You're the one that needs to be spanked, Trish!" Lindsay scolded her, though giggling in the process. "You just can't put me over your knee like this whenever you want!" "Oh yes I can," Trish returned. Lindsay was obviously enjoying this _discipline_ from her older and much more experienced girlfriend. Not only was she yelping and squealing in response, but Lindsay's ass was now bucking and churning about in pure arousal as Trish continued forward with the all-out assault. In a moment, however, Trish finally relented, but still clutched Lindsay's backside with both hands and squeezed it rather thoroughly. Trish offered her a spiteful glare, still muttering a series of playful words and taunts. Feeling the need to interject myself into the mix with these two adorable ladies, I slowly but surely dropped to my own knees before them. Trish continued to mash and maul Lindsay's upturned ass with her hands, but moved her head forward and immediately met my mouth with hers for a kiss. As a result, her expression softened and before I knew what happened next, Trish's tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I responded in kind; wrapping my arms around her voluptuous body and meeting her tongue with my own. Our mutual kiss heightened in intensity as Trish then offered Lindsay's ass another series of quick, blistering swats. An instant later, I growled in the middle of my kiss with Trish as Lindsay found the expanding lump within my trousers with her right hand. She pumped and frigged it through the fabric, squealing and moaning herself as Trish continued to administer her some much-needed discipline. "I know you probably want to go and find Devon, and get that whole misunderstanding from yesterday at the waterfall with Pamela straightened out," Trish said to me, ending our kiss. "But that can wait. Devon went to the beach with Krissy and Amy. They won't be back until just before dinner. You can talk to Devon then, and tell her why Pamela walked away from her and Krissy at the waterfall yesterday." "Until then," Lindsay murmured, glancing up at me, "you can stay here and have fun with us." "Wait a minute," I growled, suddenly realizing something. "If the three of us are here in the recreation room, and Krissy, Devon and Amy are at the beach, where is Pamela?" "Where do you think?" Trish deadpanned. "Pamela is reading books in the library - like usual." I rolled my eyes at those words - Pamela was choosing to be alone _again_ - as Trish ended, "The library is her sanctuary... her home." "Pamela really needs to incorporate herself more into things around here," I frowned. "She cannot just keep reading books. She needs to do stuff with you girls." "Pamela will be in the library, Jeremy, until you go there and pull her away," Lindsay pouted. "What do you think, Jeremy?" Trish asked, wanting to lighten the mood and return to our fun. "Does Lindsay need to be spanked? Is she a bad girl? She needs a spanking!" "I think you BOTH need to be spanked," I responded, a big grin upon my face. "God knows you two deserve a whole lot more spankings than you actually receive - that's for sure." I focused upon Lindsay and added, "Especially you." "Oh really?" Trish squealed, her eyes glowing. "Both of us deserve to be spanked? What did I do wrong, Jeremy?" "You were born," I nodded, my tone deep. "Just looking at you is enough to drive me insane." I patted Lindsay on her exposed ass and told her, "You were born, too. That's your biggest crime. Both you and Trish tease me and drive me insane just by being alive - even when you don't try to do so. Kristanna too, for that matter... Devon and Amy. All of you girls are gonna be the end of me!" I paused and added, "Now get down on the floor, Trish - right next to Lindsay. On your hands and knees, too. I'll spank you. I'll spank both of your naughty asses." With a mischievous expression, Trish slipped both of her arms around my body, then trailed her hands down to my own backside. "I don't think so, Jeremy!" she taunted. "I think YOU'RE the one who deserves the spanking! After all, you're the horny toad who brought all of us girls here." "YEAH!" Lindsay agreed, laughing, as she suddenly sat up. "Me?" I exclaimed, a little surprised. And did Trish really just call me a _horny toad_? "Yes, you!" Trish snickered, now flicking her right hand in succession upon one side of my ass. Lindsay quickly reached around me and took care of the other side with her own hand. The sharp, stinging swats sent a series of erotic bolts and pleasure shocks all throughout my body "Oooooh, naughty boy!" Trish teased, laughing, as she glared up at me. "You're a naughty boy, Jeremy!" "You're gonna get it..." I warned her, shaking my head, my voice jumping with every landed blow. Smiling, Trish removed her hand from my burning backside and first unbuckled, then undid my belt with both of her hands. She pulled both my trousers and briefs down to my knees, then grasped my rock-hard erection with her right hand and began stroking away. "You can keep smacking that ass if you want to, Lindsay," she said, assuming the rightful position before me. "I'm hungry." I inhaled sharply as Trish, who was seated upon her knees, leaned forward and took my erection into her hungry mouth. Her blonde head started to bob up-and-down over my shaft at a maddening tempo, her hand gripping and squeezing its base. With my trousers and briefs now pulled down to my knees, Lindsay giggled once more as she now let her hand loose upon my backside - swatting and slapping it in repeated fashion. "Oh, bad boy! Bad boy!" she taunted me, laughing away. "You're a bad boy and you need to be SPANKED! BAD BOY!" "You ARE gonna get it," I warned her now. "Big-time." Whatever this game was, I said to myself... it was fun! "We should get Amy in here to spank Jeremy, too!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Watching Amy spank Jeremy would be AWESOME!" "THAT will never happen," I assured her. Noises of passion and erotic hunger were coming from deep within Trish's throat as she continued to bob away upon my hard shaft. I could feel her warm, luscious tongue working itself upon the tip of my cock within her mouth, licking and swiping it in a heated frenzy. Lindsay must have realized that she would get much more enjoyment out of helping Trish pay oral homage to my cock than spanking me, because she removed her hand from my ass and focused all of her attention on her lover. Lindsay rose up to her own knees and leisurely ran a hand throughout Trish's immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It was very obvious that Lindsay wanted a taste of my cock. Trish giggled for an instant, but kept her mouth stuffed full with my erection. A harsh growl then escaped from my throat as Lindsay reached over with her right hand and came into my contact with my aching testicles. She cupped the delicate flesh in her hand, gently twiddling it with her fingertips. I closed my eyes and moaned at the sensations, a wave of mad lust and untamed arousal swirling throughout me. Lindsay offered me those sweet, puppy-dog eyes of hers for several seconds, but soon turned her attention back toward Trish. She gave her another kiss on the cheek as the 30-year-old continued to worship my cock with her skillful mouth. Trish was no longer frigging the base of my shaft with her hand. Now, she was simply deep-throating it. She had her nose pressed hard against my pelvis. "When are you gonna share, you greedy girl?" Lindsay squealed at Trish, again, being playful. "I'm hungry too!" Trish shot Lindsay a look, but soon nodded her head and withdrew my cock from her mouth. Gripping its base once again, Trish offered another nod, which prompted Lindsay to lunge her head forward and slip my erection into her mouth. Quite the ravenous type when it came to fellatio, Lindsay promptly inhaled my shaft and began sucking away upon it. At the same time, Trish continued to stroke its sensitive base with her right hand while eyeing both Lindsay and I equally. "I love watching Lindsay suck your cock," Trish squealed, her expression full of vibrant lust as she now looked solely at me. "Not only do I know how much she enjoys it, but I also love seeing the pleasure across your face, Jeremy. I enjoy watching it when the other girls give you pleasure." Lindsay's head bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection in quick, furious strokes, while Trish now tickled and caressed my testicles with her fingertips. Soon, she slipped her face in for a closer look, and was leisurely tonguing my testicles in a most exhilarating fashion. "Your turn!" Lindsay squealed, withdrawing my cock from her mouth and offering it to Trish. The shapely vixen wasted no time as she quickly engulfed my erection into her mouth once more. Now, it was Lindsay's turn to lick and swipe away at my testicles with her soft, velvety tongue. My breathing had become rather labored and I nearly lost my balance because of the immense amount of pleasure that was currently swirling throughout me. It was exciting enough when one gorgeous women was on her knees in front of me, paying homage to my cock. It was something even better when there were two of them doing the pleasurable deed at the same time. Not even that, but these two women were the voluptuous, beautiful Trish and sweet, little Lindsay. I wondered if this was Heaven... I let out a wild growl once Trish took my cock from her wondrous mouth, only to then lick it in the open air. At the same time, Lindsay used her tongue on my shaft as well. Now, both of them were swiping away at it in the open air, their tongues coming into frequent contact with one another. Soon, both grasped my cock with their hands and concentrated on sharing a heated, intensive kiss together. A short time later, Lindsay broke the kiss and slipped behind Trish's back, then reached around her with both hands and squeezed her breasts through the tank-top that she wore. Trish moaned and rolled her head in response, but kept her eyes trained upon my face as she stared up at me. I smiled as I then watched Lindsay slowly but surely peel the straps of Trish's extremely snug-fitting tank-top down her shoulders, eventually exposing a black sports bra. Lindsay squealed and kissed Trish's neck as she slid both of her hands over top of those massive breasts and squeezed lovingly. Soon, she whisked Trish's tank-top up and over her head. Trish took my cock back into her mouth as Lindsay unsnapped her bra and yanked it away. Trish really began to feverishly work upon my erection with both her mouth and hands as Lindsay now mauled her bare breasts from behind with reckless abandon. Trish grinned and turned her face toward Lindsay, now gripping my shaft in the open air. "Would you like another taste, honey? Another taste of Jeremy's cock?" "OH YES," Lindsay replied, without hesitation. "Take all of your clothes off first," Trish instructed her. "Maybe you can suck his cock and make him cum, while I lick your pussy?" Lindsay nodded wildly as Trish added, "Let's see who cums first - you or Jeremy. A bet, maybe?" "What type of bet?" Lindsay inquired, already slipping out of her white ballet top. "If Jeremy cums first, I get to spank you," Trish said to Lindsay. "If you cum first, I get to spank you. Deal?" Lindsay laughed and countered, "That doesn't sound like much of a bet. Either way, I get spanked! AGAIN!" "Like you don't deserve it?" Trish asked, reaching around Lindsay's hips and offering her sweet ass a swift, stinging slap with an open hand. "You do deserve it!" "You definitely deserve it," I chimed in, nodding my head at Lindsay. "Especially after you spanked me earlier." "Oh shut up, Jeremy," Trish countered in a foolish tone. "I may just find the need to spank you again if you don't!" Together, both ladies giggled at that comment. Obviously, Trish and Lindsay were a wonderful match for each other. Simply put, these two belonged together. Everything just seemed so incredibly right between them. After Lindsay disposed of her ballet top, Trish quickly smiled and purred while turning around to caress her young lover's smallish-sized breasts with her own hands. They shared yet another tongue-filled kiss, then Trish slipped Lindsay's denim shorts and her panties the rest of the way down her slender legs and calves, and off. Her boots and socks quickly became a distant memory as well. Now completely nude, Lindsay offered Trish one more kiss before pulling back and looking at her expectantly. Trish took the initiative, turning around and laying down upon her back, her head close to my feet. She motioned for Lindsay to come closer and she did just that, swinging one knee over top of her face and straddling it. Lindsay moaned with great desire as she lowered her tender pussy to Trish's waiting lips and mouth. An instant later, she began to squirm and writhe about in lust as Trish explored the silken depths of her pussy with her tongue. Still moaning, Lindsay reached down and grabbed an entire handful of Trish's blonde hair, showing her appreciation. With her opposite hand, Lindsay then turned her attention to me by grasping my rock-solid shaft and stroking it rather briskly. Soon, she wrapped her moist, pouty lips around my erection and sealed them tight. Surprisingly enough, Lindsay went in a slow, leisurely fashion as her head moved back-and-forth upon my erection, her hand going with it, her bushy pony-tail swaying about in the air. I could tell it was definitely the calm before the storm, so to speak. Lindsay was still moaning in response to Trish, who eagerly swiped at her pussy from below as she stood on her knees, servicing my shaft. "Oh God..." I growled as Lindsay made eye contact with me, offering her most shy, innocent expression. She popped her lips off of my cock, but kept up the great hand-job while offering me a naughty smile. A moment later, Lindsay had taken my full length back into her mouth and was sucking upon it once again. Soon, she was pumping my cock faster and faster, her tongue working upon it furiously. Needless to say, I did not have a lot of staying power left within me. After the dual blowjob from earlier, and now with Lindsay sucking my cock by herself, with Trish also swiping at her pussy just below me - it added up. Lindsay sensed my oncoming eruption, because she stuffed the entire length of my cock into her mouth and offered me her puppy-dog eyes one more time. That was the final straw, because I then growled in heated arousal while my shaft simply exploded within the confines of her mouth. It felt as if I had been overcome with a tidal wave of emotion, as the feelings of wanton lust rampaged throughout me. Lindsay even choked for a brief instant as I emptied my massive load of sperm into her awaiting mouth. Her cheeks billowed-out widely, which told me that she had not swallowed any of my cream yet. It was being saved for Trish... After sucking my cock dry, Lindsay withdrew it from her mouth and quickly raised her pussy from Trish's swirling tongue. Next, Lindsay leaned over and attached her lips to Trish's for a kiss. Both ladies moaned with intense lust as they shared my sperm between each others' mouth, their moist tongues slipping and sliding together as one. I took a step back and watched them in awe, my eyes wide, my heart racing. They even exchanged big globs of my cream back-and-forth between their mouths several times in succession! "I wanna finish your pussy off now!" Trish gasped, her eyes focused upon Lindsay, once their kiss was broken. "I want to make sure that you get off, too!" "Hmmmmm, I do need to get off," the young woman purred. "Maybe while you lick my pussy, Trish, big Jeremy here can fuck you from behind. Then all of us can get off..." "Oh yes!" Trish growled, glancing my way for an instant before clutching Lindsay by the shoulders and rolling her beneath her. As if on instinct, Lindsay immediately spread her thighs, which prompted Trish to deftly move her head between them for a closer, much more intimate look. "HMMMMM," the blonde then moaned in pure arousal, as Trish's tongue began to twirl and slide about upon the folds of her little pussy once again. Perched upon her elbows and knees as she orally serviced her girlfriend, Trish gave me an instant erection as she wiggled her spandex-clad ass before my eyes in a most beguiling manner. Round and proportioned to absolute perfection, Trish's ass was a sight to behold. I quickly moved forward upon my own knees and grabbed that backside with both hands, squeezing it tightly. I slid both arms around her slender waist and yanked her black spandex pants, as well as her matching G-string, down to mid-thigh. That was all I needed. Trish screamed out in utter passion as I then jammed my new-found erection directly into the confines of her slick, smoldering pussy. Still clutching her ass, I began to pump myself in-and-out of her at a brisk pace as her lips and tongue continued to sample Lindsay's own feminine treats. Soon, there was no tender love or compassion on my part. Penetrating Trish in such a manner, while she also took care of Lindsay's needs, had somehow pushed me to the very brink of madness. Thus, my body was relentless as I pounded Trish with a series of powerful, unforgiving thrusts. Almost immediately, Trish began to let loose a series of squeals and grunts, which told me that the passion level within her was at the boiling point. I wanted to drown her in those sensations, with Lindsay along for the ride, too. Trish's squeals echoed loudly throughout the room, as well as the sound of our bodies violently slapping together as I absolutely hammered her pussy with my bulging cock. My breathing become quite ragged and soon, all three of us were rocking together on the very edge of orgasmic insanity. "HMMMMM..." Lindsay growled out, her lust apparent, as she literally stared a hole straight through Trish. "You're... you're gonna make me cum!" To prove that point, Lindsay wrapped her slender thighs around Trish's head and squeezed tightly, as she shrieked and wailed out in utter passion. "OH FUCK... MY PUSSY! CUMMING! CUMMING! I'M _CUMMING_!" Seeing the look of erotic satisfaction upon Lindsay's face as she went through the progression of orgasm was the thing which finally pushed me over the edge. I thrusted my cock into Trish one final time and held it there, then roared out like a madman as I flooded her velvety womb with my man-seed. My body felt as though it was on a roller coaster ride which was totally out of control. The pleasure I felt was so intense that it seemed everything around me was spinning. But at the same time, nothing could tear me away from Trish and the sensations of her exquisite pussy as it literally squeezed and milked every last ounce of sperm from my cock. All three of us rumbled together in orgasmic delight once Trish joined the parade, with a series of loud squeals and yelps which were absolute music to my ears. Of course, the 30-year-old's eager tongue never once stopped lapping away upon Lindsay's tender, delicious pussy. I kept a close eye on that, my shaft still embedded within Trish even after what had been a trio of monumental orgasms for all of us. "Oh God..." Lindsay cooed in the aftermath, groping and massaging her humble breasts with both hands. "Oh my God, I love you, Trish. I love you, Jeremy. I love both of you! I... I love Krissy! I love Devon! I love Amy!" Lindsay became somewhat emotional as she declared, "I love my life! I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world!" As I withdrew my deflated shaft from the Canadian's pussy, Trish kissed the inside of Lindsay's thighs and breathed, "We love you as well, honey. All of us. Never doubt that." * * * After I was able to tear myself away from the wondrous clutches of Trish and Lindsay, I decided that it was time to go straight to the library and find Pamela. I did not like the fact that Pamela was seemingly barricading herself in there, and not trying to interact and mingle with the other ladies. This would be the second time since her return that she opted to go to the library alone. If Pamela was ever going to fit in and be accepted amongst our little entourage, she had to stop acting like a loner - especially during these crucial, early days, when all eyes were on her. But halfway through my long trek from the recreation room to the library on the estate's upper level, the sweet and always charming Kristanna literally appeared out of nowhere. Dressed in a form-fitting halter top with the words "Pornstar in Training" etched across its front (one of my favorite tops for her to wear, I must add), along with a white G-string and pink socks rolled down to her ankles, Kristanna smiled and closed the short distance between us. She stared at me for a brief moment, then wrapped her long arms around my neck and shoulders, and squeezed tightly. "I love you, Jeremy," Kristanna purred, her voice soft and dreamy. "I love you more than you'll ever know." Once our embrace was over, I glanced at Kristanna and noticed that a certain, exotic glow seemed to wash over her face and body all at once. In all the years that I had known her, I only seen this look from Kristanna one other time. That was, of course, the day she and I were married in Norway. "I love you too, Krissy," I returned, offering her a curious glance. "Is everything okay? I was under the impression that you went to the beach with Devon and Amy?" Kristanna smiled and placed both hands upon her stomach for a brief moment. "Oh... everything is wonderful, Jeremy." She paused, her face still glowing. "I love you so much!" When Kristanna gave me another spirited hug, I sensed that something was out of the ordinary here. But what? "I decided to stay here in the mansion instead of going to the beach," she informed me. "I had to check on something." "What?" I asked, becoming even more curious. "You'll never know how much I truly love you, Jeremy," she cooed. "You're my snuggle-bunny. I could never tell you how much I love you. I could never show you. It would be impossible. Words... could not describe how I feel for you." "I'm your snuggle-bunny?" I asked, my eyes wide. Kristanna giggled at my reaction, as that healthy glow and aura around her seemed to increase ten-fold. She smiled at me and even bit her lower lip, then offered me a coy, innocent expression. "There's something I need to tell you, Jeremy. I only found out about it myself ten minutes ago." "What is it, Krissy? Tell me." Although Kristanna was obviously very happy and vibrant, she seemed to be struggling with whatever was on her mind. Kristanna had never been one bit shy or reserved in the past with me. Possibilities began to float throughout my mind, but none of them made any sense. I needed to prod her. "What is it, honey? You can tell me anything." She hesitated before finally answering, "I'm pregnant..." "YOU'RE WHAT?" I exclaimed, a rush of positive emotions consuming my own body all at once. In perhaps the happiest moment of her young life to date, Kristanna jumped and bounced about with a look of total joy upon her face, her gaze focused upon me. "I'm pregnant! You and me are gonna be a Mommy and Daddy, Jeremy!" "Oh my God..." I laughed in total, sheer jubilation, clutching my chest. My heart was RACING! "Oh my God!" Both of us laughed with mutual delight and elation as I reached out with a hand and gently touched her stomach. "Krissy! OH MY GOD!" Once the realization finally set in, I encircled my wife's body with both arms and spun her around in my embrace like a helicopter blade several times. After four or five revelations, I finally smashed my mouth to hers and kissed her like never before. "We're pregnant!" <<<- End of Chapter 05 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 2: Eternity" (c) 2014 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!