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Island Fever 2: Eternity
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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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!"



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