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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 10: "Sunset"
-*- Tuesday, July 29, 2014 -*-
** Oslo, Norway **
(Eight months after the previous chapter)
Kristanna had tears in her eyes and she was sweating so
much that her hair was literally plastered to her forehead.
Lying in a hospital bed, my beloved bride was feeling such
incredible pain and discomfort that it seemed as if she was
ready to just give up. I did not enjoy seeing her this way
and felt sorry for her, but knew that there was a light at
the end of the proverbial tunnel. A very bright light.
"You can do this!" I encouraged Kristanna, inbetween
holding and kissing her hand, and running a cold washcloth
over and across her face. "I know you can do this!"
"No, I can't!" she complained back at me.
For the past six hours, Kristanna had been in labor. We
rushed her to the medical facility this morning when she
somehow managed to walk into the kitchen on her own, only to
drop to her knees with the most horrific, pained expression,
and declare, "It's time!"
The wonderful staff here at _Oslo Universitetssykehus HF_
(Oslo University Hospital) had been so attentive and caring
toward Kristanna since her arrival. I was especially
impressed by the primary nurse, Scarlett, who had been with
Kristanna for every step of the way.
I even got the sense that my wonderful wife was attracted
to Scarlett and had a keen interest in her. And why not?
With a curvaceous, buxom figure and the dazzling face of a
supermodel - not to mention the caring nature of a nurse -
the 29-year-old Scarlett had all of the qualifications that
Kristanna looked for in a woman.
"The contractions hurt so much!" Kristanna cried after
going through another round of them, her blue eyes a watery,
bloodshot red, as she looked up at me. "Oh my God, they hurt
so much! I don't want you to ever get me pregnant again,
Jeremy!" In a moment of utter rage and frustration,
Kristanna went so far as to grab me by the shirt collar and
growl, "You're not even allowed to TOUCH me again!"
"Almost every woman says that to her husband while in
labor," one of the other nurses informed me when I took a
brief step away, allowing Rande - Kristanna's mother - to lean
down and tend to her. "None of them ever actually mean it."
"I think it's about time for you to meet your son,"
Scarlett announced. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," Kristanna nodded with a faint whisper, as I
returned to her side and again clutched her hand. She
glanced at me, then frowned as I kissed her forehead.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I didn't mean to snap at you." She
even focused on Scarlett and tried to defend herself in
saying, "I'm really not this mean. I promise you."
"You can do this," I reiterated, trying to get Kristanna
focused, and her mind back on the task at hand here. "Come
on, honey... you can do this!"
"I know," she shrieked. "It just hurts so much."
"Now Kristanna," the main physician (Dr. Lilleberg)
explained, "when the next labor pain hits I want you to
bear down and count to ten." He then focused on me and
said, "And you, dad. I want you to count to ten with
Kristanna, and do whatever you can to help her."
"I want to meet my grandson," Rande professed, tears in
her own eyes, as she latched onto Kristanna's other hand.
"Just do what the doctor says, sweetheart."
When the next contraction occurred moments later, I began
a slow count of one to ten with Kristanna in unison. She
really pushed and exerted herself; Kristanna was heavily
exhausted and in such pain, but dug deep within herself and
found the determination for a miracle to happen.
"I see the head," Dr. Lilleberg remarked.
Kristanna was breathing in heavy gasps as she collapsed
back onto the bed. My wife gave one final, brave push - the
pressure she felt must have been truly excruciating - and
suddenly, our son made his grand entrance into the world.
I sat there, transfixed, as I eyed the little life that I
had somehow managed to help create. While Rande and Devon,
who had been videotaping the entire proceedings with her
tablet and snapping photographs with her cellular telephone
at the same time, scurried over to check on the baby as the
doctor and his team of nurses furiously tended to him, I was
frozen. I could not move. All I could do was stare in
amazement at the infant miracle. I... was now a father.
When little Kaden Thomas let out his first audible cry,
Kristanna began to laugh in sheer, absolute joy. "I want my
baby!" she then proclaimed. "Bring my baby to me now!"
The doctor and the nurses did about ten more seconds of
work on Kaden, and then Scarlett brought him over - already
wrapped up in a blanket - and laid him down upon Kristanna's
chest and shoulder. "Hi there, baby," Kristanna said with
the biggest, toothiest grin, cradling Kaden in her arms like
an expert already. "I'm your mommy."
Rande was so overcome by the moment that she was crying.
Devon was cool, calm and collected with her tablet, wanting
to capture every little detail on film so we could relive
this glorious day over and over again in the future.
"He's your daddy," Kristanna cooed, pointing at me. "Say
hi Daddy... hiiiii!" She focused upon me briefly and smiled,
"He looks just like you."
"No," I told her, crying myself. "He's ALL you."
"He's so tiny!" Kristanna gushed. "Look how tiny he is,
Jeremy." When she kissed the very top of Kaden's head, my
wife started bawling again. She then planted a whispery
kiss on his little cheek and squealed, "I love you, Kaden!"
Kristanna found my lips for a kiss of our own. "And you,
Jeremy... oh God... I love you so much!"
"And I love you too," I told her in response, but now
unable to tear my gaze away from my baby boy.
Kaden Thomas [Last Name] - 7 pounds, 8 ounces
Born July 29, 2014 at 4:09pm - Oslo, Norway
** As healthy as could be **
* * *
Wow. What a wild ride the past 14 months had been for me.
There was a time, not too long ago, when I felt there was
no way that any year could possibly top 2013 for me on a
purely personal level. Not only was it the year when the
amazing quintet of Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy
suddenly entered my life, but I also solidified my long-time
relationship with Kristanna and married her in August.
Oh, there were several bumps along the way - the ongoing
tug-of-war I had with Amy early on in trying to get her to
seek medical help for her mental issues, my unfounded fear
that Lindsay ultimately cared about no one on the island
except herself, and the five month split we had from Pamela
where I felt assured that I would never see her again.
There was also the massive rift that developed between
Trish and Lindsay where they did not even speak to each
other for a month, and the sheer animosity that Pamela felt
toward Kristanna and Devon before her departure from the
island. I also had to deal with the wicked, nasty Camille,
who now ranks as my least favorite human being ever.
In the end, however, everything worked out perfectly. I
walked away from 2013 with a newlywed wife who was pregnant
in Kristanna, a freshly-minted fiancee in Amy who I planned
on making my second wife as soon as possible, and the undying
love and devotion from four live-in girlfriends in Devon,
Pamela, Trish and Lindsay. I had no complaints whatsoever.
Why? For the first time in my life, I was happy. I woke
up each and every morning to smiling, beautiful faces all
around, and truly felt as if I was going to suffocate in all
the love and adoration that was constantly heaped upon me. I
had a daily purpose for the first time in what seemed like
forever, and the strongest support network anyone could ask
for. Everywhere I turned, there was something positive.
But for as wonderful and as truly amazing as a year 2013
was for me, this year - 2014 - had already surpassed it.
Every day, it seemed as if our little entourage of seven
became closer and more involved with one another than the
day before. Not only was there the increasing excitement of
a pregnant Kristanna carrying around our unborn child as the
early part of the year progressed, but Amy officially became
my second wife on Valentine's Day - February 14.
It was a small ceremony on the farm with our inner circle
attending, as well as Kristanna's parents and sister. Amy
insisted that the wedding itself be kept simple and private
once her parents opted not to attend, claiming they did not
want to make the long flight here from the United States
(even though I offered to pay for their airline tickets and
any other expenses).
Needless to say, the fact that her parents did not want
to be a part of her wedding day nearly crushed Amy and her
viewpoint of them. Keep in mind that all of us were prepared
to conceal my marriage with Kristanna from them - they had no
idea that Amy was in a polygamous relationship. There was
absolutely no reason for them not to be here, other than the
fact that I believed they simply did not care about their
daughter or all the good things that were happening to her.
Despite that, when Amy and I married each other, it was
undoubtedly the greatest and most joyous day of her troubled
life thus far. It also seemed fitting to me that the one who
helped fill the void left by her parents not being there -
the man who _gave_ Amy away to me at the ceremony - was
Kristanna's father, Kristof.
Amy had become very attached to Kristof and his wife,
Rande, in a very short period of time. She saw how much they
loved and cared for Kristanna. I even got the sense that Amy
looked at them as pseudo parents of her own; they were the
mother and father that she secretly wished she had all along.
I also got the sense that Kristof and Rande were well aware
of Amy's feelings, and had no problem trying to fill that
void because of the years of neglect she had suffered.
The most important thing, however, was that, much like me,
Amy was happy. She was my wife and was surrounded by an
awesome group of people who not only loved and cared for her,
but also understood her personality and its many quirks, as
well as any lingering issues she had from past problems. Amy
was part of the best possible situation she could be in.
We were not the only ones who got caught by the wedding
bug, however. Not to be outdone, Kristanna hooked up with
Devon in a private cathedral ceremony on March 1 - thus
making them the first same-sex marriage coupling of our
group. It was quite a unique sight to witness two stunning
women (one of them being three months pregnant at the time,
no less) in bridal gowns recite their vows to each other.
Kristanna and Devon really hit it off the very moment they
first laid eyes on each other last year on the island. From
the very outset, one could tell that there was something
very special and magical between them. They had always gotten
along so perfectly. Just from their initial meeting, I recall
Kristanna talking about a life-long commitment with Devon...
Their wedding itself was a pretty big deal. Devon, age 27
at the time, was finally married (her life-long dream), and
Kristanna now officially had both a husband _and_ a wife
(which, very simply, was her life-long dream). Oh, but we
weren't done. Not by a long shot.
In April, I proposed marriage to Pamela and she accepted.
Pamela and I both agreed to wait a little bit on the wedding,
though - our target date was August 29. That way, Kaden - my
child with Kristanna - would have ample time to be born and
all of us would be given a couple of weeks to adjust and
incorporate the little bundle of joy into our lives. As it
turned out, Kaden was born exactly one month prior - July 29 -
to my wedding date with Pamela.
Marrying Pamela and accepting her as my third wife seemed
very natural to me. She had fit in so well since re-joining
our lives back in December. Pamela had fully embraced our
loving, open-ended lifestyle, and was quick to point out that
she had never been happier in her whole, entire life, either.
Perhaps best of all, however, Pamela was five months
pregnant with our daughter (Piper Michelle), and had an
expected delivery date of November 26, 2014. Kaden was
going to have a little sister very, very soon.
2014 had been brimming with happiness for all of us from
the very start. If we were not enjoying one another's
company on the farm, our group was in various places
throughout the world on vacation. The cruise from Toronto
to Paradise Island in the Bahamas, which had been a birthday
present for Lindsay and originally slated to happen in June,
was moved back to April because of Kristanna's pregnancy.
In addition to the routine _family trips_ to Toronto,
Cincinnati and (now) Baltimore, we also spent two weeks
vacationing in Athens, Greece, as well as two more in my
absolute favorite island resort in the world, Anguilla.
It was also in Anguilla where I proposed to Pamela.
Lindsay was next on my list.
Every day, I was itching to pop the question to Lindsay
and ask her to marry me. I knew that her answer would be a
resounding _yes_. But every day I held back, waiting for
Trish to ask for her hand in marriage first. My master plan
included Trish and Lindsay marrying each other in Ohio
without fear of legal consequences, so Lindsay's family
could be there and take part in the proceedings, then to
marry her myself in a private ceremony here in Norway.
For her initial wedding, I knew it was very important to
Lindsay that it take place in the church where she had
basically grown up. Her father had been a well-respected
minister there before his untimely passing in November 2012.
Until she uprooted herself and devoted her life to us,
Lindsay had been a staple in the church choir there every
Sunday morning since her childhood years. That particular
church was very special to her, and I knew beyond a shadow
of a doubt that she would want to get married there.
With strict laws against polygamy in the United States,
it would be impossible for me to be the one to marry Lindsay
in that Cincinnati church considering that I would have three
wives already by the time it happened (if not more). Thus, I
was waiting on Trish to make her move, and pop the question
to Lindsay herself. They could get married in Cincinnati,
then we would come back to Norway and I would tie the knot
with Lindsay in a private ceremony here on the farm. That
was my plan, at least.
After that, the only ones left for me to wed would be
Devon and Trish. It was going to happen with both of them
eventually. I imagine by this time next year, I will have
six wives, and several of the girls would be married to each
other as well (for example, Kristanna and Amy were both
waiting on Trish to make her move on Lindsay, too).
Some people out there may choose to criticize the life we
lead and claim it is not moral or ethical or, in several
places throughout the world, even legal. That is fine, and
I have no issues with any objections. I understood all of
them on the surface. Prior to last year, I certainly never
envisioned myself one day having six wives. I was not at
that point just yet (I only had two right now, with a third
incoming), but figured I would be there soon enough.
I always return to the simple fact that everyone in our
group was happy, and that was all that truly mattered in the
grand scheme of things. We are not openly broadcasting our
lifestyle to the masses and making a public spectacle of it.
We mostly keep to ourselves, in fact, with a very minimal
amount of people from the outside knowing of our relationship.
So if we are happy and neither hurting anyone or pushing
our beliefs on them, and we keep things under wraps for the
most part, what plausible objection could anyone truly have
to our lifestyle?
* * *
"You're home!" Pamela exclaimed, full of joy and delight,
as she emerged from our recently-completed estate here on the
farm in Sandvika, Norway, to meet us a mere 48 hours after
Kaden was born. Devon and I looked on and smiled as Pamela,
with a proud five month baby bump of her own, went right up
to Kristanna and offered her a hug. Kristanna, Devon and
yours truly, as well as Kaden, had just gotten home from the
hospital and stepped out of the 2015 _Cadillac Escalade_.
"He's so adorable!" Pamela gushed, now pulling back to
look at Kaden, who was nestled all nice and snug within his
mother's arms wearing a baby jumpsuit and a little hat with
_Bugs Bunny_ rabbit ears bouncing outward from it.
"You want to hold him?" Kristanna asked Pamela, already
offering our infant son to her. Smiling, Pamela took Kaden
(who began to cry) into her arms and cradled him lovingly.
"Hey you!" Pamela cooed, grinning, twirling her head about
just inches from Kaden's face. "You're so cute! So cute!"
Devon grinned as Kaden continued to cry. "He doesn't like
for anyone to hold him just yet except for Krissy."
"Krissy!" Lindsay screeched, as she stepped out of the
mansion with Trish and Amy in tow.
"Hi honey," Kristanna returned, before Lindsay made a mad
dash for her and hugged her furiously.
"It's so good to finally have you back home!" Lindsay
squealed. "We've all missed you so much!"
"Take it easy," Devon said to Lindsay. "Krissy just got
out of the hospital and doesn't have all of her strength back
just yet. Be a little gentle with her."
Smiling, Amy eyed Kaden and made her way over to him. She
pecked his cheek with a little kiss as Pamela continued to
cradle and gently rock him within her arms.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better," Kristanna told Trish. "The doctor said it will
be a week or two before I am back to my normal self, and my
body fully heals. There were no real complications from the
pregnancy and birth itself, which I am thankful for."
"I bet you cannot wait until your little girl is born and
you get to hold her just like that," Devon remarked to Pamela,
running the side of her right index finger along Kaden's face.
"Oh, you have no idea," Pamela assured her, before passing
my son off to the trusting arms of Lindsay. Devon smiled at
Pamela and trailed a hand across her proud baby bump.
"Welcome home, Kaden, and may God bless you!" Lindsay, the
most religious of our group, cooed to the child. "You are so
beautiful! I love you! We all love you!"
Trish grinned at Kaden and offered, "So you are the little
rascal who has been kicking away inside of Kristanna all these
months. Welcome home, handsome."
"Let's not overwhelm Kaden with too much all at once,"
Kristanna mused, taking him back and holding him close. "He
is hungry, fussy and tired. That's not a good combination."
"We have a welcome home party for you and him!" Lindsay
said to Kristanna, as Amy gingerly wrapped her arms around
me from the side and sighed longingly. "Lots of good food
and presents at the indoor pool!"
"Are you up for a party?" Devon wondered.
Kristanna nodded. "As long as it is at the indoor pool
like she said - and not the outdoor one - and I get to sit
and relax in the shade with Kaden, yes... yes, I am." Devon
placed a hand upon Kristanna's lower back as the two of them
started walking toward the entrance of our home.
"You want one of them for yourself?" I said to Amy in a
low tone, motioning toward Kaden with my head. When she
looked up and nodded at me, I reminded her, "The surgery to
reverse your tubes being tied from when you were younger is
in September. I want you pregnant by Christmas."
"You will be pregnant by Christmas," Pamela assured Amy.
"I have total faith it will happen."
Trish giggled. "This house is going to be overrun with
screaming kids in just a couple of years."
Lindsay lunged at me and I caught her, cradling her like a
child as she hooked her arms around my neck and shoulders.
"No matter what," Lindsay told the others with a quirky smile,
"I am Jeremy's original little girl!" She giggled and added,
"Jeremy is old enough to be my father. Heck, he is old enough
to be my great great great GREAT grandfather!"
Pamela snickered. "I don't think that is possible with you
being 19 and him only 40."
"But it's like he's 100!"
Amy laughed as well. "Someone get that girl a pacifier to
suck on and shut her up."
"Oh, I have something for Lindsay to suck on," I told Amy,
"and trust me, it ain't no pacifier."
"HEY!" Lindsay complained, as I unceremoniously dumped her
from my arms and let her fall to the grassy ground beneath
us. The others burst out into laughter as Lindsay shot me
an evil, yet also playful eye, reaching back with one hand and
rubbing her aching backside in the process. "That hurt!"
"Stop calling me old," I chided her.
* * *
Relaxing in a lounge chair an hour or so later by the
indoor swimming pool, I smiled as Devon paddled up to the
swim-up bar and sipped her glass of orange juice right from
the water. The bar, located on the deep (15 foot) end of the
pool, featured in-the-water stools to sit and relax in. It
was quite a clever little idea that Trish had come up with.
A loaded pack of blonde dynamite, Devon looked absolutely
scrumptious in a little two-piece bikini, its color yellow.
When she noticed that I was openly gawking at her, Devon
flashed me a dazzling smile and then descended back beneath
the surface of the water for another round of laps.
The indoor swimming pool was very large at 94 feet in
length, and its free-form design gave it a lagoon-like feel.
It was located between the main house and the guest house,
and featured a glass-tiled dome exterior that protected it
from Mother Nature. The entire area was temperature
controlled, which made the pool suitable for year-round use.
The pebble finish of the interior eliminated the line of
tile which gave that traditional swimming pool look and, as
a result, there was more of a _made by nature_ feel. There
was a beach entry, complete with sand, where water spilled
over a wall into a wading area with stepping stones across
it. At this end, the pool was more level for water polo or
volleyball while on the other side of the bridge that went
directly over the middle was the deeper area for swimming.
Also at the opposite end was a grotto with a waterfall.
Carved out of pure granite, the grotto featured a spa just
past that waterfall and a curved staircase further inside
that led to the top of the grandiose structure, so one could
jump or dive off into the pool 30 feet below.
At this time, however, I was getting a real kick out of
watching Lindsay continually squeal and complain because
Trish and Amy had been taking turns dunking her underneath
the water for the better part of the past ten minutes.
It was quite comical to watch, really. Lindsay tried to
get away and put up a spirited fight, but she was no match
for Trish and Amy together. They would let her break free
for an instant, only then to latch back onto various portions
of her body and dunk her. Of course, there was nothing mean
or malicious going on. The trio was simply having fun.
"Well, she DOES look pretty hot," Pamela casually said to
Kristanna only a couple of feet away from me, which caused
me to turn and notice that they were watching video footage
on Devon's tablet of the day Kaden was born in the hospital.
"There are even times when Devon focuses the camera on her
instead of you or Jeremy."
"Is Krissy showing you that nurse again?"
"Yes, she is," Pamela clarified, her gaze now on me.
"Scarlett is gorgeous!" Kristanna beamed.
"Don't you have enough women in your life?"
Kristanna squinted her eyes and offered me a peculiar
expression. "One could never have enough women in their
life, Jeremy. That would be impossible."
"Do you think she might be bi?" Pamela asked, hopeful.
"You two are awful," I told them with a wide grin, as
Kristanna reached down into the baby bed beside her and
tenderly stroked Kaden's face as he slept away.
"We are not awful, Jeremy," Pamela countered, giggling up
a storm. "We are just pregnant and horny." She then glanced
over at Kristanna and quickly corrected herself, "Well, _I_ am
pregnant and horny. Krissy was that way until two days ago.
But I bet she is still horny."
"Scarlett is bi," Kristanna smirked, answering Pamela's
earlier question. "I talked to her about it yesterday."
"Oooooh!" Pamela swooned, again giggling.
"She also seemed very intrigued by our lifestyle."
Louder screams and yelps from the shallow side of the pool
diverted my attention from the ongoing conversation. It
seemed as if Trish and Amy had stripped Lindsay of her bikini
top, and were now tossing it back-and-forth like a football
as the 19-year-old desperately tried in vain to retrieve it.
"Come on, you two!" Lindsay grunted at them in protest,
her ripe, perfect breasts flopping about in the water as she
rushed back-and-forth between Trish and Amy in trying to snag
her top. "This isn't funny! What if Kristof or Rande, or
one of the hired help come up and see me through the glass?"
"I am sure they would enjoy the view," Devon proclaimed,
paddling about some 30 feet away from them.
With a giggle, Trish tossed Lindsay's bikini top clear
across the way to Devon. When Lindsay began to furiously
swim toward her, Devon dove underneath the water and, with
the top in hand, high-tailed it in the opposite direction.
Trish and Amy stayed back and looked on with happy smiles,
then shared a short but very sweet, tongue-laced kiss.
"I'm gonna rip your top from you when I reach you, Devon!"
Lindsay roared, her arms and legs flailing - splashing water
every which way - as she was in hot pursuit of her. "Stop
swimming away from me!"
"Everyone seems so happy," I observed with a quiet murmur.
"Of course everyone is happy," Kristanna offered, clutching
my wrist and squeezing firmly. "There is no reason for any
of us NOT to be happy. Isn't this what you wanted, Jeremy?"
I glanced at Kristanna for a brief moment, but soon set my
sights on Pamela. When she offered me a glittering, cheerful
smile, I nodded my head and told Kristanna, "Yes... yes, it
is. This is EXACTLY what I have wanted all along."
Pamela continued to smile at me for several seconds, but
eventually her eyes darted toward the pool and she suddenly
broke out into a fit of heated laughter. Apparently, Lindsay
was successful in stripping Devon of her bikini top. She was
now trying to swim away from her, but Devon was closing ground
quickly. Also, Trish and Amy were chasing her as well.
"NO!" Lindsay screamed as Devon caught up to her and
grabbed one of her legs, and then Amy the other, before Trish
hooked both arms under Lindsay's shoulders from behind.
"PLEASE, NO! STOP!" All three ladies flung Lindsay
skyward - well above their heads - only to laugh and snort
in triumph once she came crashing down into the water.
Devon retrieved her top. Trish removed Lindsay's bikini
G-string, now making her totally nude.
"You're all mean!" Lindsay hissed, albeit in a playful
manner. Again, she and the others were simply having a good
time. There was absolutely no chance that their rough-house
play would result in Lindsay getting injured.
"I wish I could go out there and play with them," Pamela
mused, placing her right hand upon the increasing bulge of
her belly. "I'd actually stick up for Lindsay."
Kristanna giggled. "Then they'd rip you apart just like
they did to Lindsay."
"I know," Pamela nodded. "That's what makes it fun."
Defeated (for the time being), Lindsay retreated from the
snickering trio of girls and went to the edge of the pool. My
eyes suddenly went wide and I had lustful thoughts as Lindsay
stepped out of the water, her immaculate, picture-perfect
nude body on glorious display. She bent over to retrieve a
white towel, then snapped her neck back, her long-flowing
blonde hair whipping about in the process. Lindsay quickly
brushed the towel through her hair, then wrapped it around
her thin torso and made her way over to us.
"Jeremy," she said with an exaggerated (and also sexy)
pout, "you need to help me. Help me get my bikini back."
In the background, Devon, Trish and Amy were hooting and
hollering, peppering Lindsay with playful taunts, as they
passed her two-piece swimsuit around like a party favor.
"Why would Jeremy help you, honey?" Pamela asked Lindsay
with a grin. "I'm sure he prefers you nude. Heck, I know
Krissy and I do. I think you should be kept nude 24 hours a
day, seven days a week... 365 days a year."
"You want some help, baby?" Kristanna said to Lindsay in
a soothing, sympathetic tone. "Why don't you come over here
and sit on my lap like a good, little girl, and I'll think
about giving you some help?"
When Lindsay did as instructed, Kristanna slipped a hand
between the folds of the towel and copped cheap feels of her
breasts. She then found Lindsay's lips with her own, and the
two shared a deep, languid kiss that lasted a good 60 seconds.
"Nope," Kristanna gleefully chirped once it was over.
"Nope, what?"
"Nope, I'm not going to help you," Kristanna told Lindsay,
who stood up and fumed in (mock) anger. "Pammy is right. I
prefer you nude. I just wanted to feel you up and kiss you."
"STOP calling me Pammy," Pamela rumbled - something she
had to tell Kristanna an average of one or two times per day.
Again, it was all in the name of fun.
"Will you PLEASE help me, Jeremy?" Lindsay requested, again
using that sexy pout of hers as bait. "Those girls out there
are so mean to me. They rip my bikini off and toss me around
like a rag doll. Please help me. I... I'll suck your cock
later tonight if you do."
Kristanna giggled. "You'll suck his cock whether he helps
you or not. You can't help yourself."
"They'll dunk me too if I try to help you," was my simple
response for Lindsay, my tone innocent and playful.
"No," she countered, shaking her head. "They will listen
to you if you tell them to leave me alone and give me back my
bikini." She accentuated her pout even more and ended, "I
just want to swim in peace, and have fun..."
"Oh... okay," I relented with a grunt, already knowing
how this was going to end. That sexy pout of hers was just
too damn irresistible. When I whisked my shirt off, the
three _culprits_ in the pool took immediate notice.
"Uh oh!" Amy exclaimed, laughing.
"Lindsay is bringing in the heavy guns as reinforcement!"
Devon chortled, now holding both the bikini top and G-string
way above her head.
"Even Jeremy is no match for the three of us," Trish
nodded, flexing her toned, feminine muscles in preparation.
"Get 'em, Jeremy!" Lindsay encouraged me, as I hopped into
the pool and began to make my way over to them. She shed her
towel and followed me into the water, offering backup.
Halfway there, however, Lindsay jumped onto my back and
latched onto my shoulders, and began to twist about furiously.
The others descended upon me all at once. Amy was tugging at
both of my legs. Devon drove her shoulder into my abdomen
and pushed hard. Trish hooked both arms around my neck and
pulled downward. I had four of them assaulting me at once.
And this time, _I_ was dunked.
Once I re-surfaced, feeling short of breath and temporarily
disoriented, all of the ladies - even Kristanna and Pamela -
were clapping in total triumph and laughing uncontrollably. I
turned toward Lindsay, who offered me the most innocent, coy
expression, then shrugged her shoulders and waded over to
Devon. She was promptly given back her top and G-string.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, but it was the only way," Lindsay
mewed, trying to stifle a laugh. "They wanted to dunk you."
Trish giggled as she brought her right hand out from
behind her back, only to hold up my pair of swimming trunks.
I immediately glanced downward and realized that now, I was
the one completely nude. I did not catch it in the skirmish,
but they must have ripped my trunks off when I was underwater.
"Come on, girls!" I said to them with a laugh, only to
start chasing Trish. When I got close, Trish tossed the
trunks over my head to Lindsay, who easily caught them and
began swimming in the opposite direction. Now, it was my
turn to ping-pong back-and-forth like a festering fool!
Indeed, my life was awesome and full of fun at every turn.
I would not trade it for anything in the whole, wide world.
* * *
Our new mansion, located in a remote area of the farm and
on the complete opposite side from where Kristanna's parents
resided in their own house, was a magnificent structure that
did what I accomplished it to do - it put the estate back on
the island to shame. No expense was spared, and no idea left
unexplored, as all seven of us had input into our dream home.
It began at the approach where custom-made, wrought iron
gates with elaborate scrollwork set the tone. Once inside,
the driveway of the randomly-patterned, old Chicago brick led
past the tiered, cast-stone fountain to the entry tower.
Somewhat castle-like in appearance, the entry tower
featured ornately-designed wrought iron doors from which
corridors on either side led to the main and guest houses.
The corridors themselves were distinctive; curved in design
with an exposed cherry-stained ceiling and cast-stone columns
and pillars. Both corridors were also surrounded by a
profusion of lush, tropical landscaping, so each approach was
very appealing and pleasing to the eyes.
Although the main home's interior space was a whopping
30,000 square feet, it actually appeared to be even larger
because the outdoor corridors, patios, entertainment expanse,
exercise area and the guest house spanned across 500 feet.
The exterior of the entryway to the main home itself was
highlighted by cast-stone moldings and a pair of striking,
fully arched double mahogany doors, surrounded by leaded
and beveled glass sidelights. From the foyer, views went
across the living room and then through tall windows to the
magnificent swimming pool and the athletic complex.
The living room was as dramatic as it was beautiful. It
featured a soaring, three-story high ceiling and a grand,
curving stairway with wrought iron railing set in antique
bronze that led to the second level. There was a cloistered
bridgeway on the second level with curved balconies that
overlooked the living room below.
Columns between the living and dining rooms created a
sense of separation between the two areas while maintaining
an openness. Not surprisingly, the adjacent kitchen was a
gourmet's dream come true. It was complete with fully
integrated, granite-topped cabinetry, state-of-the-art
appliances, an oversized oven and multiple work areas.
At the opposite end of the estate, but also overlooking
the indoor pool and athletic complex, was the grand bedroom
suite. It included a separate sitting area which felt
private because there was a columned archway with a sheer
drapery treatment between it and the bed area. The huge,
oversized bed itself sat in a columned and arched niche in
the very center of the room. Furniture was in a cashew
finish, hand painted with antique gold accents.
A bit more formal than the rest of the house, the idea of
the grand bedroom was to create an extremely luxurious,
elegant place for the ladies and yours truly to retire to
each evening. Off to the side, the spacious washroom featured
marble-topped vanities, a jacuzzi and a rainhead shower that
was walk-through and accessible from either side. The shower,
in fact, was large enough to comfortably fit ten people.
Many miles of communication cable, all of them fiber optic,
ran throughout the home and linked the various computer
servers. In every room, touch-sensitive pads controlled the
lighting, music and temperature.
The residence included 20 fully-furnished bedrooms, a
maid's pantry, a gym and sauna, yoga studio, casino, 12
fireplaces, a wine room with provisions for more than 200
bottles, an _Omnimax_ movie theater, a custom-finished
elevator, and so many other fun and entertaining features that
it would be simply impossible to detail all of them here.
Perhaps the most _sacred_ room of the entire mansion, the
library combined relaxation and personal growth while in a
quaint, charming atmosphere. Nicknamed _Pamela's Nook_, the
library already housed 7,500 (!) books on various subjects
ranging from history to science, sociology, medicine, romance,
and of course, fiction. Shelving wrapped around the entire
room and scaled 30 feet from floor-to-ceiling.
Downstairs, there was a techno-playland of a recreation
room with gaming consoles and computers, pinball and arcade
machines, as well as air hockey, ping pong and billiards
tables, and a _Gorilla Gaming_ poker table. Aptly dubbed as
_LindsayLand_, the recreation room also included a 152 inch
_Panasonic_ flat-screen full HD plasma television that
currently ranked as the largest available in the world.
Outside, the primary garage could fit up to 20 vehicles.
An additional 10 vehicles could be parked in a subterranean
building made of solid concrete which, through electronic
transformation, became either a tennis or basketball court.
Of course, no residence of mine could truly be complete
without its very own voyeur room.
Located behind what appeared to be a regular wall in the
grand bedroom suite, the voyeur room resembled the production
area of a television studio because there were 75 monitors on
the wall - large and small alike - with a control panel in
the center. Much like its predecessor on the island, the
voyeur room used hidden surveillance cameras both inside and
outside the mansion. Once its accompanying motion detector
was triggered, the camera would relay any footage, and the
images would be shown live (with sound) in the voyeur room, but
they would also be archived into the system for future viewing.
A biometric control system was installed in order to hide
the voyeur room from unwanted visitors. To access the voyeur
room, one had to be authorized through both a hand-print and
iris recognition scanner, and then also type in the security
code - 34223010081989 (Kristanna's measurements and her date
of birth) - on the innocent-looking wall telephone. When all
three checks were passed, the wall that hid the voyeur room
would miraculously slide open and reveal its secret.
Make no mistake about it, however - all six of the ladies
knew of this voyeur room and its existence. They were fine
with it. For the most part, I was going to use it differently
than the previous one on the island. This was more of a
security feature and measure now, but that still did not
mean that I could not have some fun with it as well.
* * *
As I sat down for dinner Thursday evening with all of the
ladies, I thought perhaps it was a miracle that, a mere two
days after giving birth to Kaden, Kristanna had been so very
active today. She had her usual zest and energy at the pool
earlier, then took a walk with Devon around the massive,
sprawling lake here on the farm. It just seemed to me that
Kristanna should have been taking it easy in bed.
Anyone who knew Kristanna, however, realized that she was
not the type of person to lay in bed and rest all day long -
no matter how sluggish or out of sorts she felt. Perhaps it
was her training in the martial arts, but she had a strong
will and could, I truly believed, block out certain degrees
of pain and discomfort. A lesser person would have probably
relaxed today, but Kristanna loved the outdoors and wanted
to stay active. She was quite stubborn as well, so there
was little point in trying to reason with her.
Dinner itself was a rousing success, as Amy prepared a
scrumptious feast consisting of peppered halibut fillets,
grilled shrimp, green beans and sweet potato bread. For
dessert, there were vanilla ice cream sundaes all around.
Once our meal was concluded, I decided to give Amy - our
self-appointed cook and housekeeper - the rest of the evening
off, telling her that I would wash all of the dishes myself.
Although an unenviable task for many, I actually enjoyed
washing dishes. It took me back to my high school days, when
I worked at _Kentucky Fried Chicken_ while in high school and
was responsible for the clean-up every night I was there.
As I finished the dishes in the kitchen on this beautiful,
star-lit evening, thoughts of original and extra crispy
chicken were running rampant throughout my mind. They were
quickly brushed aside, though, once Pamela stepped into the
kitchen and smiled warmly at me.
"Hi Jeremy."
"Hi sweetheart."
After drying my hands, I closed the distance between us
and offered the charming blonde, who was five months along
into her own pregnancy, a friendly hug. I placed an open
palm upon her abdomen, which had just recently developed a
noticeable baby bump, and offered it a soothing rub. Pamela
again smiled at me in return.
"Have you felt little Piper move again?" was my question
for her, referring, of course, to our unborn daughter.
"Every now and then," Pamela responded. "Not sure if it
is kicks or not from Piper at such an early stage; it kind
of feels like popcorn popping in my stomach. The doctor told
me it is perfectly normal."
"Kristanna thinks Kaden is growing to grow up and become a
world-famous soccer player."
Pamela chuckled. "Yeah, he kicked her so much."
I slid behind Pamela, then wrapped my arms around her and
massaged her stomach with both hands. When I splayed a series
of kisses along the side of her neck, Pamela sighed in
response and tilted her head back upon my shoulder. This
allowed me even greater access to nibble upon her neck.
"You look beautiful," I murmured, offering her more and
more of that assurance lately as she continued to progress
through her pregnancy. I pressed my lips to her left ear
and proclaimed, "You look more beautiful now than you ever
have before." Pamela giggled and seemed to sag against me
as I concluded, "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Jeremy," she squealed. "But I certainly
do not feel beautiful at the moment. Soon, I'm going to be
as big as a rain barrel!"
"Oh, but you DO look beautiful," I insisted. "And you
will look even more beautiful in the coming weeks and months.
There is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman."
Pamela smirked. "You told Krissy all of that too during
her pregnancy. You were always talking her up."
"You and I are getting married in less than a month," I
reminded her. "I'll look at our wedding photographs for the
rest of my life and admire them; we will have them on the
wall in the den next to all the other wedding pictures. I
will have a constant reminder of just how truly radiant and
beautiful you were while pregnant."
Pamela giggled. "You're crazy, Jeremy. Just crazy."
"Crazy in love with you," I clarified for her.
The 31-year-old goddess turned around to face me, and put
both hands upon my shoulders and held them there. She offered
yet another glittering smile and volunteered, "You were right."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Right about?"
"Everything."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't quite understand?"
"Me coming here and being a part of your life," she mused.
"A part of ALL of your lives. This is the best place in the
world for me, Jeremy - right here, with you and the other
girls. You were right. I never knew what happiness was
until I was brought in and fully accepted into this family."
Pamela leaned upward and pecked my cheek with a kiss.
"Everything you promised me has come true."
"I tried to tell you, but you were feisty about it for the
longest time," I reminded her with a grin.
"Everyone gets along so good," Pamela chirped, before
wiping a single tear from her eye. "I have been so happy
for you and Krissy these past couple of days. Just... just
seeing the look on her face the day Kaden was born, as she
held him in her arms, with you next to her... it made me cry.
It was overwhelming." Pamela almost broke down and began
sobbing, but fought the urge and held back for now. "I... I
was so happy for you and her. For... us. For us. No two
people deserved to have a child more than you and Krissy."
I grinned at her. "We get to do it all over again in
about four months or so when you give birth to Piper. After
that, it will be Amy's turn - I hope."
"Thank you for this amazing life that you given to me,"
Pamela said, now slipping her arms around my shoulders and
embracing me warmly. "Thank you for everything, Jeremy.
I should have never left the island a year ago like I did.
But I sure am glad you and Krissy talked me into coming back."
"I'm glad too, honey. You'll never know how much."
"Hey you two!" came a friendly voice from behind us.
When I turned around to greet the source of that voice, I
found Devon - along with Kristanna and Kaden - standing at
the entranceway to the kitchen. Devon, in fact, was holding
Kaden in her arms. He was swaddled up into a blanket, and
appeared to be sleeping comfortably. Kristanna, however,
looked a little spaced out and loopy. She was tired and
obviously feeling somewhat disoriented.
"You okay?" I wondered, concerned for her safety.
"I shouldn't have agreed to take Krissy on that walk around
the lake earlier," Devon frowned. "I think it was a bit too
much for her, considering that she just got home from the
hospital today. She needs to lay down and relax for now."
"I'm fine, Devvy," my stubborn wife insisted, holding the
back of her right hand to her forehead and sighing. I could
tell, though, that Kristanna was _not_ fine.
"You and Kaden both need a nap," Pamela remarked.
"You want to hold the baby?" Devon asked Pamela, already
offering Kaden to her. Once the exchange was made, Devon
stole a pair of quick kisses from Pamela and smiled at her.
"He is so precious!" Pamela cooed, glancing down at the
newborn. She barely grazed his chin with a fingertip and
whispered, "I love you."
"You're going to bed," I informed Kristanna, grabbing her
left arm and hooking it around my neck and shoulders. She
tried to put up a protest, but there was no use. Not this
time. I was not going to back down. Kristanna must have hit
the proverbial wall shortly after dinner ended; she suddenly
looked as if she had not slept in two weeks.
"Get some rest, Krissy," Devon nodded, as I began to guide
her toward the area of the estate where the main bedroom was.
Devon snagged a kiss from me as well; she decided to stay
behind as Pamela followed us with Kaden still in her arms.
"You need to slow down and take it easy," I told Kristanna
a moment later, as we were still en route to the bedroom.
"The doctor warned you about overdoing things. Your body has
been through a massive amount of change over the past couple
of days. I don't want you to end up back in the hospital."
"You know I can't stay still," Kristanna whined. "I'm way
too antsy. I've always been that way."
"You need to tone things down for the first week or two,"
I advised her. "No more unnecessary walks around the lake,
especially in this heat. Nothing at all like that again.
I'm putting my foot down on this, Krissy. I'm serious. I
want you to kick back and relax for a week or two."
"Okay," she relented.
"I'll lay down in bed with you until you fall asleep,"
Pamela said to Kristanna. "If that will help?"
"When was the last time Kaden was feeding?"
"About 15 minutes ago," Kristanna told me.
"Good," I nodded. "He should be okay for two or three
hours. That gives you time to rest."
Once we reached the grand bedroom suite, Pamela handed
Kaden off to me and quickly took control of Kristanna. I
looked on and smiled as the two ladies went arm-in-arm over
to the round, oversized bed, then climbed onto it and curled
up together into a loving ball.
"Close your eyes and get some rest, sweetheart," Pamela
soothed her. "You'll feel so much better because of it."
Just then, Lindsay appeared beside me. Out of breath, she
had apparently ran to meet us here in a full sprint.
"Is Krissy okay?" Lindsay gasped, looking on with worry.
"Devon said she wasn't feeling good."
"Krissy is just overwhelmed," Pamela answered for me, "and
needs rest. That is the best cure for her."
"Jeremy, I want you here with me!" Kristanna demanded.
I glanced at Lindsay, who nodded her head at me as I
transferred Kaden to her arms. I quickly went over to the
bed and nestled in beside Kristanna, with Pamela nudged in
close as well. "I'm here," I told my bride, kissing her on
the forehead for emphasis. "I'm not leaving you tonight."
"Where is my baby?" Kristanna insisted, becoming more and
more emotional by the second. "WHERE IS MY BABY?"
"I have him, Krissy," Lindsay announced. "I'm going to
lay him down in his crib over here, then I'm going to join
you, Jeremy and Pamela in the bed if that's okay with you."
"Make sure you lay him on his back," Kristanna said. "It
is the safest position for him to sleep in."
"I will," she promised.
"Would you like Lindsay to join us so you can cuddle in
bed with her, too?" Pamela asked Kristanna, who simply nodded
her head in response. "Okay. She's putting Kaden away, then
she is going to come over and be with us."
"Is Kaden still asleep?"
"He sure is," Lindsay told Kristanna. A few seconds later,
Lindsay crawled into bed and immediately found Kristanna's
mouth for a kiss. "I love you," she told her with a happy
glow, "and I am proud of you, too. I remember when my sister
had her baby daughter. She experienced almost all of the
same things you have the past 48 hours."
"I love you too," Kristanna offered, her eyes trained on
Lindsay, before they gradually closed and her body relaxed.
Just like that, Kristanna fell asleep.
"That was quick!" Lindsay chirped, stifling a laugh.
"The poor girl must be exhausted," Pamela frowned.
"Care if we join you?" came Amy's cheery voice from the
entrance to the bedroom. When I looked up, Amy - along with
Devon and Trish - were already making their way over to us.
One by one, they got into bed and found a body part to claim
as their own and snuggle with.
"Careful," Lindsay warned them. "Krissy is sleeping."
"Shhhhh," Pamela hushed the group and its chatter.
Trish was using my chest as a pillow. The side of Devon's
face was pressed upon mine, and she was keeping it there. A
leg was hooked around my own, but I had absolutely no idea who
it belonged to. Other random examples of our togetherness was
Lindsay had her ear pressed to Pamela's stomach, with Trish's
hand also rubbing and caressing it. Amy was serenading
Devon's neck and shoulder area with angel kisses. Suddenly,
Pamela found my lips with her own and kissed me lovingly.
"I'm so happy!" Pamela whispered at me, reiterating her
point from earlier, tears now streaming down her face.
* * *
Indeed, life was grand.
Though the farm was forever bristling with activity and
there was always something new and exciting to do in the
mansion itself, several of the ladies had developed a wide
variety of outside interests as well.
Pamela was a volunteer at the nearby library. What made
this job even more awesome that in addition to being around
books - her life-long hobby was reading, of course - Pamela's
focus at the library was helping school-aged children with
their homework and computer studies. Pamela may not be a
teacher (yet), but at least she got to work with children on
a routine basis and help them learn and mature. She spent
three afternoons at the library per week and was very content
as a volunteer; Pamela did not want or need to be paid.
In essence, Pamela was so far removed from her past career
as a stripper that I did not even associate the term with her
any longer. I honestly had to think two or three times before
I even recalled that she was once an exotic dancer.
Much like Pamela, Lindsay had opted to pursue her passion
by volunteering her efforts at a church in downtown Oslo.
Still with aspirations of one day becoming a minister, Lindsay
did whatever the church asked of her - whether it be standing
at the door as a greeter, an usher or even a parking lot
attendant. The church leaders thought very highly of her, it
seemed, and Lindsay had hopes of one day landing a permanent
position and ultimately becoming involved with the ministry.
Lindsay was easily the sweetest and most docile person I
had ever met in my entire life. There was really nothing bad
to say about her at all. The 19-year-old had a heart of pure
gold; she was more concerned with others and their well-being
than her own. Lindsay was very friendly and socialable; she
had a big smile for everyone in her path, and was always full
of positivity and sunshine.
Because of this - as well as many other things - I felt
that one day in the future, Lindsay would have the opportunity
to walk in the footsteps of her dearly departed father and
become a well-known and beloved minister in the community.
She genuinely loved and cared for others - even strangers -
like no one I had ever known before.
Trish's favorite pastime, of course, was keeping an eye on
Lindsay and making sure that she was safe and sound. What
this meant was that Trish escorted Lindsay to the big city
whenever there was something for her to do at the church.
The two of them, in fact, were ripping up the streets of
Norway in Lindsay's 2014 _Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet_ -
the glitzy birthday present I got for her last December.
Trish, like Kristanna, was very much into physical fitness,
and still maintained her healthy and active lifestyle. She
and Lindsay had also taken up yoga classes at a fitness center
near the church in downtown Oslo.
Amy's hobby and daily purpose in life, aside from being my
loving wife and a companion to the other ladies, was being the
primary maid and housekeeper of the mansion. This was what
Amy wanted and asked for all along. She felt that the daily
ritual and chores were good for her.
The house and the property itself was so big, though, that
Amy could never complete everything that needed to be cleaned
on her own. As a result, I was going to have a housekeeping
service from the outside come here once a week and give her a
hand. Amy did not like that idea at first, but relented once
she realized just how large (30,000 square feet) our home was.
Along with Kristanna, Devon had decided to invest her own
free time and effort into maximizing the sales of the farm's
ice cream shoppe and bakery. The two of them worked there as
a team, although in recent months (due to Kristanna's advanced
pregnancy) Devon had taken on more of a leadership role.
When she was only 13, Kristof gave his daughter Kristanna a
job - she was to run the cash register in the ice cream shoppe
and bakery here on the farm. 11 years later, it was still the
only job Kristanna had ever had. She simply never outgrew it,
and was quite adamant in wanting to continue to work there as
our life and marriage progressed into future years.
Of course, it helped that Kristanna generally worked the
same, exact shifts that Devon did. Kristanna and Devon were
not only lovers and each others' wife, but also best friends.
They did everything together. Nothing could separate them.
As for yours truly, I had little to no time for any outside
interests. But I was not complaining. I had two wives, a
fiancee and three live-in girlfriends to take care of and keep
happy, as well as a newborn son and a daughter due in about
four months. Plus, Kristof and Rande were going to pass the
farm onto Kristanna and myself by the end of the year. I was
still learning what it took to oversee, manage and run a
successful and profitable farm. I had plenty here to keep me
occupied for basically the rest of eternity.
My life had never been better.
Yet it gets even better with each new passing day.
* * *
Few things were more pleasurable than the awesome sight of
Devon on her knees in front of me, her moist, glossy lips
tightly stretched to accommodate my hard, aching erection,
as she offered one of her patented blowjobs. But one thing
that was undoubtedly more pleasurable was receiving a blowjob
from both Devon _and_ Amy at the same time.
Relaxing (and no doubt enjoying life) upon the comfortable
sofa in the aforementioned recreation room, I tossed my head
back and sighed in utter pleasure as Devon and Amy worked my
cock over with not only their mouths, but their hands and
fingers as well. Their faces were side-by-side as they took
turns sucking my cock, their hands sometimes frigging its base
and at other times kneading my testicles. The two ladies
would also share slow, wet kisses as they traded my shaft off
to each other every 20 to 30 seconds.
Adding to my already intense level of pleasure was that
my wife, Kristanna, was resting upon her side on an adjacent
sofa, both hands together and fingers extended, using them
as a pillow for her head as she gazed dreamily at us.
The day following her little meltdown, Kristanna was
feeling much more vibrant and energized. She may have been
under strict orders from the doctor not to engage in any
sexual activity for at least four weeks to prevent the risk
of a hemorrhage or uterine infection following her pregnancy,
but that certainly did not mean she could not kick back and
be a voyeur herself. With Kaden peacefully sleeping away
next to the sofa in his portable baby bed, Kristanna was able
to take a couple of minutes this afternoon and live vicariously
through Devon and Amy as they did their sweet business with me.
"I bet that big cock tastes good, doesn't it?"
"You know it does," Devon squealed, her tongue licking
my testicles as Amy's red head bobbed up-and-down over the
length of my erection. "Why don't you come over here and
try it for yourself, Krissy?"
"You know I can't," she sighed, though forging a smile.
"I can't allow myself to worked up or too excited this close
from giving birth. I think in a week or two, I'm gonna
feel safe sucking cock and licking pussy again."
"We all want to lick YOUR pussy," Amy gently murmured at
Kristanna, her lips now pressed upon Devon's for a kiss.
"That won't happen for four weeks," Kristanna sulked. She
soon perked up, however, smiling broadly and reaching down to
graze Kaden's face with the palm of her hand. "This little
guy makes it worth it, though. Well worth it..."
Devon's pretty blue eyes were trained upon me as she
inhaled my cock and swallowed it whole. Another idea came
to mind for me, however. I did not want her to continue
with the blowjob any longer. I wanted something different.
Once Devon removed my (now) hard cock from between her
lips and slapped its thick, bulging tip upon her chin and
giggled, I turned all of my attention toward her. When
Devon swallowed me whole yet again, I boldly told her, "
I want to fuck your mouth now, Devon."
The vixen looked up at me and smiled with desire as I
withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips. Both
of us maneuvered around until she was seated on the floor
with her back against the sofa, while I was standing before
her. We were in the perfect position for a mouth-drilling.
I quickly grasped my shaft and rubbed it all over her
pretty face and quivering lips. Then, I grabbed a clump of
her silky blonde hair and wrapped it around my cock. I began
stroking, and felt as though blowing my load right there
would be an excellent idea. But, Devon obviously needed my
sperm in more important places than her hair.
Releasing her hair, I pushed my hips forward until my
shaft was completely in her mouth. I used both hands to
squeeze and massage her scalp while beginning a steady
thrusting motion. I pulled my cock out, until just its tip
was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her
mouth until my pubic hair was nestled against her nose. Then,
I repeated the process - over and over again - and picked up
both the tempo and the ferocity with every forward lunge.
By this time, my fingers were twisting and weaving their
way throughout Devon's hair. I could see her throat swell as
each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It wasn't
too long before I was pounding her at warp speed. Obviously,
I could not take much more of this passionate torture.
I jammed my cock all the way inside her mouth one final
time, then began to blast spurt after spurt of semen into her
hungry throat. I screamed out in wild desire as Devon stared
up at me, moaning madly, with forbidden lust in her eyes. I
then watched with pure amazement as her throat rippled, while
she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm.
Devon absolutely _loved_ the taste of my seed.
I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by
me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was
still coated with sperm, so Devon's head darted forward and
she quickly sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop.
I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free
of her mouth. "That was incredible, Devon."
The 28-year-old brought a hand to her mouth and opened it,
stretching it. "Sure was." She giggled and added, "My jaw
is going to be sore for the rest of the day."
"Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"Good thing!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "A sore
mouth for me means a well-fucked mouth!"
I smiled down at her. Devon was something else...
"You greedy girl!" Kristanna chimed in from the side with
an exaggerated (yet playful) pout, her gaze fixated on Devon.
"You kept that big, massive load of sperm all for yourself!"
Kristanna pouted once more and proclaimed, "You couldn't even
come over here and share a bit of it with kisses."
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby," Devon told her with a smile. "You
are right - I should have saved some for you."
Amy smirked. "I guess that means we'll have to get Jeremy
hard and make him cum again." My insides tingling with desire
because of those words, Amy focused upon Devon and added, "You
know, you didn't share any of his cum with me, either..."
"She's a greedy girl!" Kristanna exclaimed, giggling.
Amy grasped my deflated cock with her right hand and
squeezed briskly, then snaked her face in and ran her soft,
velvety tongue over and across my testicles. Pangs of arousal
began to flutter all throughout me.
"Devvy deserves a spanking for being so greedy!"
Devon stifled a laugh as she peered over at Kristanna.
"I'm greedy? No one guzzles more cum down from Jeremy than
you do. You're like a living sperm bank."
"I haven't swallowed any sperm since I first learned that
I was pregnant," Kristanna reminded her. "GOOD GOD... that
was eight months ago. I'm long overdue. You know how much
I crave the taste, Devvy."
"I'm going to milk a big load out of Jeremy and give it to
you," Amy promised Kristanna as I growled in response, her
right hand now furiously pumping and stroking my shaft.
Just then, the lovely trio of Pamela, Trish and Lindsay
appeared at the entranceway to the recreation room and smiled
knowingly at the situation. It was going to be a long and
very tiresome (but also pleasurable) afternoon for me...
"Krissy texted me two minutes ago and said there was a
party going on down here in _LindsayLand_," Trish announced
with a toothy grin. "She told me to round up Pamela and
Lindsay, and get here in a hurry."
"I love parties," Pamela mused, as she quickly made her
way over to us. Being five months pregnant, Pamela was slow
to drop and sit down upon the floor. Devon used both arms
to help and steady her. Once Pamela was in position, though,
Amy offered my cock to her and she began frigging it herself.
"We need to get Jeremy hard and then give his sperm to
Krissy with kisses," Amy told Pamela, already unbuttoning
her blouse and whisking it from her shoulders from behind.
"Devon stole the first load for herself."
"I did not!" the blonde giggled, her hands already rubbing
Pamela's abdomen as Amy disposed of her bra.
"I am CUM DEPRAVED!" Kristanna giggled. "Save me, please!"
"You're a lunatic," Devon squealed, correcting her.
"Pammy looks so pretty with that baby belly," Kristanna
cooed from the sofa, grinning. "I wish I could kiss it."
"I won't have any problem getting Jeremy hard," Pamela
said to Amy, as she dutifully slipped my cock between her
lips and began working her oral magic.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head for a brief
moment due to the amazing sensations that Pamela and her
hungry mouth were providing me. Soon, however, I noticed
that Trish had backed Lindsay against one of the pool tables
here in the recreation room. The two ladies were all over
each other, kissing madly, their hands peeling various pieces
of clothing from the others' body.
"I can taste Jeremy's cock all over your mouth," I heard
Kristanna say, which caused me to glance over in her general
direction. Devon was on the floor next to Kristanna, trading
idle kisses with her - and perhaps looking to atone for being
so _greedy_. "That is better than nothing, at least."
Amy giggled at Kristanna. "You just going to sit there
and give running commentary as the five of us destroy Jeremy?"
"It's all I'm allowed to do," Kristanna frowned, before
offering a smile. "I like it, though. This is different."
My heart racing, I glared at Amy. "Destroy... me?"
She snickered again. "Yes, destroy you. There are five
girls here, Jeremy - six if you count Krissy. The five of
us are going to gang-bang you."
Pamela withdrew my cock from her mouth long enough to
proclaim, "And we're not stopping until you have fucked and
satisfied every single one of us." Then, just as quickly,
Pamela inhaled my erection and literally went to town on it.
"Save some of that cock for MEEEEE!" Lindsay whined at
Pamela, as she had already been stripped nude and was now
sprawled out across the pool table, with Trish's head buried
between her thighs. Lindsay's slender, little body was
convulsing and arching in many various ways as Trish swiped
away at her clitoris and pussy itself with her skilled tongue.
"I will, sweetie," Pamela promised her. "Don't worry."
Amy was splaying kisses along Pamela's face as she worked
my shaft into an absolute frenzy. Using a vacuum technique,
it seemed as if Pamela was trying to rip my erection from its
very base, and swallow it right down and into her stomach.
"Being pregnant must have you absolutely STARVED for cock,"
Amy grinned at Pamela, eyeing her intently. Pamela nodded
her head in response as Amy continued, "I've never seen you
suck Jeremy's cock quite as often and as feverishly as you
have these past couple of weeks."
"You have no idea how much I crave it in my mouth now,"
Pamela said, before closing her lips around my erection once
again. I certainly hoped those cravings never stopped...
"When you get your operation and you're able to become
pregnant," Trish told Amy, "we will see to it that every
ounce of Jeremy's cum is pumped into your pussy."
"I bet Amy would make a great Mommy," Lindsay nodded.
"I want nothing more right now," Amy told them.
I then whimpered and moaned in erotic agony as Devon, the
darling sweetheart, who had just removed her shorts and
G-string, straddled my torso upon the sofa and then lowered
her intoxicating pussy to my mouth. On instinct, I extended
my tongue and began to eagerly lash away upon her sweet folds.
Devon moaned and squirmed about as she sat upon my face and
probing tongue. An instant later, Amy rose to her feet and
stood just beside Devon. I watched with interested eyes as
the pair of ladies first embraced, then offered each other a
truly scintillating, open-mouthed kiss.
Because Devon's pussy was continually grinding itself upon
my face as she straddled me, I could not watch Pamela as she
offered me that wondrous power blowjob. However, I could
_most definitely_ feel her. That was for sure!
I then roared with lust once Pamela released my aching
cock from within her mouth. An instant later, however, I
felt a new pair of lips wrap themselves around my erection.
I immediately recognized them as belonging to Lindsay.
Though I was unable to see what was happening, I could
vividly picture it within my mind. Lindsay must have been
hunched over my cock, her blonde head starting to slowly bob
up-and-down over it. Trish, who had been feasting away on
Lindsay's womanly delights across the pool table mere seconds
ago, was probably seated next to her on the floor and
caressing various parts of her body. I sighed at the thought
itself, then growled like a wild animal when I felt a second
tongue begin to dab away at my testicles.
Lindsay was sucking my cock while Trish now teased my
testicles with her lips and tongue. I almost blew my new
found load at the realization, before both ladies traded
positions. I felt Trish engulf my erection as Lindsay
giggled and moved southward, tonguing away at my scrotum.
"You're so precious, Lindsay," Pamela swooned.
As Devon smashed her pussy upon my face while I licked
away at her folds, the mutual kiss between she and Amy
intensified. At the same time, I was able to glance over
and barely catch a glimpse of Kristanna. She beckoned
Pamela over, and soon the two ladies were exchanging sweet,
loving kisses. This had turned out to be a full-blown orgy!
When I felt Trish withdraw my cock from her mouth, I fully
expected it to be immediately replaced with Lindsay's.
However, that was not the case. Something better happened.
My world was spinning out of control as Amy straddled my
hips, then lowered her pussy to my pulsing, quivering cock.
She let out a sigh of her own as Lindsay, grasping the base
of my shaft, helped guide it into Amy's luscious pussy. Soon,
the 32-year-old enchantress was bouncing about upon my
erection, squealing and yelping in a passionate delight.
I began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, but my tongue kept
lapping away at Devon's precious slit. Meanwhile, I noticed
out of the corner of my eye that Trish was standing over top
of Pamela, whose own charming face was nestled between her
thighs and was busy licking away with ruthless aggression.
Trish's magnificent body shuddered with temptation as Pamela
tongued her pussy with the same fervor and desire that she
displayed while giving me the earlier blowjob.
"My turn!" I heard Lindsay exclaim, which prompted Amy to
remove herself from both my cock and my body. An instant
later, I felt Lindsay straddle my pelvis, then forge her own
pussy down hard upon my shaft. She then began with her own,
violent bouncing motion. I was in Heaven...
No more than 15 or 20 seconds later, the pair of ladies
switched positions again. This time, Amy impaled herself
upon my erection and thrashed about wildly.
It was simply too much for me to handle. Unable to
control myself, I screamed out at the sensations.
It was at this point in time when Devon suddenly creamed
my face with her juices. She let out a long and excited
squeal as an orgasm ripped throughout her voluptuous body.
It was all the incentive I needed too, as my cock then
erupted within the lush confines of Amy's own, silky pussy.
Amy moaned out in pleasure as she sat down completely
upon my shaft, its entire length buried deep inside of her.
She squirmed and writhed about in this position, letting my
gushing sperm fill and flood her insides.
At the same time, Devon removed her pussy from my face.
As my orgasm subsided, Devon, still on her knees, moved
backward until she was astride my chest. I thought I had a
breather for a moment as Amy then dismounted my shaft.
However, I was immediately pressed back into service.
Trish, who had been fooling around with Pamela off to the
side, moved forward and approached me. Now it was her turn
to lower her juicy goodness to my face. I moaned as she did
so, then started with another round of oral ministrations.
Trish writhed about upon my probing, curious tongue, but
that certainly did not stop her from sharing a kiss with
Pamela. At the same time, Amy pulled Devon away from the
group and reclined back upon the floor, then opened and
extended her thighs as an invitation.
"I want you to suck Jeremy's cum out of my pussy," Amy
instructed Devon, "and then give it to Krissy with kisses."
"Devvy is too greedy!" Kristanna exclaimed, laughing.
"She will keep it all for herself!"
As Trish continued to ride my tongue, Pamela and Lindsay
had their faces close to hers, and the three ladies were
sharing what basically amounted to a triple-kiss. Meanwhile,
Amy started to moan and grunt in sheer ecstasy as Devon went
searching for globs of semen within the sweet recesses of her
pussy with her lips and tongue.
"I think Jeremy should fuck Pamela."
Those words - spoken by Trish - caused the three ladies
above me to split apart and then nod their heads in unison.
"What position will be most comfortable for you?" Lindsay
asked Pamela. "You want Jeremy to do you on your side like
he did the night before Kaden was born?"
"Yeah."
Trish had already retrieved three pillows from the nearby
closet by the time she and Lindsay helped Pamela down to the
floor. When Pamela rolled onto her side, Trish placed one
pillow underneath her head and a second at her stomach. The
third was for backup in case it was necessary.
"Is that comfortable enough for you?" Trish clarified.
"It is," Pamela nodded.
Lindsay grasped my erection with her right hand and was
stroking it immediately. "Can I help put his cock in you?"
"Of course you can, honey," Pamela replied, glancing back
over her shoulder and smiling brightly at her. "Oh my God,
Lindsay... you are such a sweetheart!" Pamela extended an
arm toward her. "Come here, baby. Give me a kiss."
Lindsay leaned over and, with a beaming smile, she pressed
her lips to Pamela's for a slow, languid kiss.
"C'mon, Jeremy!" Lindsay encouraged me, as Trish got rid
of Pamela's shorts and panties, her little hand still busily
frigging my hard cock. "C'mon, we want you to fuck Pamela!"
"No man alive has enough semen to satisfy all of you when
you girls group on me like this," was all I said, as I slid
off the sofa and dropped down to my knees beside Pamela.
"Well, you better," Trish told me with a giggle.
"I'm just one man..."
"You heard what Pamela said earlier, Jeremy," Kristanna
chimed in, still relaxing and enjoying the view of things
from the other sofa. "You're not finished today until you
have fucked and satisfied every single one of the girls!"
Lindsay snickered. "Krissy really is running commentary
for us. She's our play-by-play announcer."
"I think a hard cock would shut her up," Pamela mused,
before grunting out in passion as I rolled onto my side and
then, with Lindsay holding and guiding my shaft, entered her
pussy from behind and began a gentle thrusting motion.
Some people are reluctant or afraid to engage in sexual
activity during pregnancy for fear that it may harm the baby.
As long as the pregnancy is normal and free of complications,
however, having sex will in no way hurt the little one. The
baby is protected from any thrusting that takes place during
intercourse by both the woman's abdomen and the amniotic sac.
The mucus plug, which closes off the opening of the cervix,
also helps keep the baby safe from any potential harm.
Kristanna had a very healthy and spirited sex life all
throughout her pregnancy, up to and including a loving
three-some she had with Lindsay and yours truly just four
days prior to giving birth. The same could be said for
Pamela during her five month term thus far. While I
certainly would not be overly physical and aggressive in the
way that I treated Pamela (and Kristanna before her) during
sex, I had no trepidations whatsoever when it came to
enjoying myself and getting the most out of the encounter.
Our unborn child was perfectly safe and sound.
As I slowly rocked Pamela in the _spooning_ position,
Lindsay provided added stimulation for both of us by
trapping my cock between her right index and forefinger,
while twiddling away upon Pamela's labia at the same time.
When I reached around her body and placed both hands upon
her belly, Pamela laughed and glanced back over her shoulder
at me. I snaked my head forward and kissed her tenderly.
"Those titties get any bigger, they're going to pop like
balloons!" was Kristanna's next comment, eyeing Pamela and
what was, prior to her pregnancy, a 38d-sized pair of breasts.
As was the case with most pregnant women, however, Pamela's
breasts had swelled significantly in the past few months.
"You like watching them, don't you, honey?" Trish said to
Lindsay, her lips no less an inch from her ear. "You like
watching Jeremy have sex with a pregnant woman?" When Lindsay
nodded her head in response, Trish added, "I like it, too."
"Pamela looks so beautiful being pregnant," Lindsay
observed. "She looks more beautiful every single day!"
"OH!" Kristanna suddenly exclaimed, full of carnal delight.
"Oh my God, look at that!" I threw my attention in that
general direction, and noticed that Devon had a massive,
gooey glob of sperm sitting on the very tip of her extended
tongue. Obviously, she had extracted it from Amy's pussy.
"Gimme, gimme, gimme!" Kristanna demanded, giggling, as
she held both arms out for Devon to approach her. When she
did, Kristanna smashed her mouth to Devon's and the two wives
shared a heated, rip-roaring kiss. I also watched them trade
that glob of sperm back-and-forth several times between their
pressed mouths, before Kristanna ultimately swallowed it down.
"Hmmmmm," she purred, her eyes glowing as she grinned at
Devon. "Thank you, baby. That was delicious!"
"I'm sure there's more to be found in my pussy," Amy told
them both. "Jeremy really shot off a big load in me."
"I want MORE CUM!" Kristanna declared in a serious, yet
comical tone. "Give me MORE CUM, Devvy!"
"Cum guzzler!" Devon retorted, giggling herself.
"I love you so much, Jeremy!" Pamela whined, which brought
my attention back to her as my cock continued to piston its
way in-and-out of her. "Oh God, I love you so much!"
As if I did not have enough stimulation, I was now witness
to the mesmerizing sight of Trish and Lindsay sharing a deep,
tongue-filled kiss of their own no more than two feet from me.
Lindsay even had a handful of Trish's long-flowing brown hair
and was yanking on it. I gave a quick glance toward the
others; Devon already had her face nestled between Amy's
succulent thighs and was fishing for more sperm.
"Oh my God, I'm having an orgasm!" Pamela announced, those
words sending me over the proverbial edge and causing me to
have a massive release of my own. I pulled my cock out of
Pamela and pressed it hard upon her backside, then held her
entire body close as pockets of sperm began to shoot out.
"I love you too, Pamela," I told her once those wondrous
feelings of orgasm had crested and gone away. Feeling a bit
lightheaded, I released her from my arms and rolled onto my
back, and sighed contently. How much more of this divine
madness could I take? They all wanted satisfaction from me!
"Hey, what are you doing?" I heard Pamela say in an odd
tone, as I glanced over and noticed Trish and Lindsay were
both behind her, their heads gathered together near the small
of her back. Soon, Pamela caught on. Trish and Lindsay
scooped up the excess sperm coating her ass and lower back,
then went over to the awaiting Kristanna and deposited it
into her mouth. They were joined there by Devon, who had
another heavy glob (courtesy of Amy's pussy) on her tongue.
She was quick to donate it to our living sperm bank as well.
Kristanna took the _donations_ from all three ladies but
chose not to swallow any of them yet. She instead gathered
them together, each gooey strand of sperm intermingling and
mixing with the saliva in her mouth. A few seconds later,
Kristanna showed off a mouthful of semen for everyone in the
room, then smiled brightly as it slid down her throat. For
the time being, Kristanna was in her own personal utopia.
"You should have gargled with it!" Lindsay chortled.
Kristanna was still all happy and beaming as Devon reached
out and placed a hand across her throat. "You're such a
nasty girl," Devon said to Kristanna, nodding her head for
added emphasis. "You ARE a nasty girl... aren't you?"
"You're the nasty girl!" Kristanna shot back, her eyes
fixated upon her wife. These two enjoyed playing this game a
lot. There was nothing mean or spiteful about it whatsoever.
As always, they were simply having fun.
"Say you're a nasty girl," Devon insisted, as Kristanna
squealed in both excitement and (mock) denial. "Say it!"
Not getting the answer she wanted just yet, Devon increased
the grip of her hand across Kristanna's slender neck and
throat. "Say you're a nasty girl! Say it!"
Grunting with emotion, Kristanna's eyes flashed as she
angrily returned, "YOU'RE THE NASTY GIRL!"
"I think you're both nasty girls."
Kristanna and Devon both turned their attention toward
Lindsay and the snide, little comment she had just offered
them. Everything was fun and playful, but they shot Lindsay
disapproving glares anyway.
"YOU are the QUEEN of nasty," Devon retorted.
"You come across as being all so innocent and virtuous,"
Kristanna stated, her focus on Lindsay. "Yet everyone in
this room knows there is absolutely no limit as to what you
would do in order to seek pleasure and satisfaction."
"I have an idea," Pamela told the group, taking my
deflated shaft in hand and squeezing firmly. "Let's all
suck Jeremy's cock at the same time."
My eyes wide, I gulped at the sight of Pamela still on her
side as the other four ladies, dropping to their elbows and
knees, quickly hunched over my pelvis. It did not matter to
them that I had nothing resembling an erection now. They
would keep going until they coaxed another one out of me.
I glanced over at Kristanna, who was smiling sweetly at
me, as a varied collection of five mouths, their lips and
tongues, were all worshiping my cock and testicles at the
same time. One lady would suck or slurp the tip of my cock
for a few seconds, before giving another the chance to do
the same. Sapped of almost all my strength from this hot,
incredible encounter - and knowing it was nowhere close to
being finished - I simply stared at Kristanna.
"I love you," she cooed, grinning. "We all love you!"
It would have been wonderful if Kristanna could have joined
us and made this a six-on-one coupling, but she could not run
the risk of overexerting herself - or becoming too excited -
this close from having given birth to Kaden. Alas, she was
relegated to being a spectator for the time being.
I felt my cock pulsing with renewed vigor and energy as
several tongues continued to lick and swipe away at its
length. Of course, those tongues intermingled and danced
together both on and around my shaft as well - licking and
dueling each other in sweet bliss.
I soon felt a pair of mouths - one Devon's, and the other
belonging to Lindsay - each take a single testicle and begin
to gobble away upon it. The sight of four women on their
knees and bent over my cock (with Pamela still relaxing on
her side) was truly astonishing to me. I felt as if they
wanted to truly devour me!
There was no way I could withstand oral treatment such as
this. I am not even sure that I had reached a full erection
before I let out a deafening roar as my cock simply exploded
amongst a sea of wet tongues and warm mouths.
"You all keep his cum this round and have it for
yourselves," Kristanna said to her counterparts.
The ladies giggled with delight as sperm shot out from
within my cock, flying every-which-way. I could not see
everything which took place between them, but I am sure a
few of the ladies caught some of my jizz with an extended
tongue or open mouth. Others, I would wager, found a
beautiful face from which to lick it from. I can also safely
assume that there were a few cum-filled kisses as well. I
was now officially past the point of exhaustion...
* * *
The next minute or two was quite hazy for me. I nearly
blacked out from not only the unequaled stimulation which
these ravenous hellcats had provided me with, but also the
extreme level of tiredness that was so prevalent in me.
Hey, I am a 40-year-old man. I no longer have the energy
or staying power of someone half my age.
On the other hand, massive group sex sessions like this
were not very common for us. The ladies knew that I was only
one man and had my limitations; they would never put my own
health at risk by demanding gang-bangs like this on a routine
basis. The overwhelming majority of my sex life consisted of
one-on-one couplings, with an occasional three-some mixed in.
It seemed to be someone different - or a different mix -
almost every time. That made things even more interesting.
I was jarred back to reality and the present time, though,
when I felt a body glide over top of me and settle there. I
opened my eyes and realized it was Kristanna, who apparently
wanted to cuddle with me for a bit as the others were now busy
elsewhere. Trish and Lindsay were locked together in a
spirited _69_. Meanwhile, Pamela was busy drilling Devon's
luscious pussy with a finger while Amy sat by next to them,
and openly masturbated. Again, I was just one man...
"I love you so much, Jeremy," Kristanna reiterated with a
light purr, nuzzling her nose in tight upon my neck. She was
clearly enjoying the fact that I was in a vulnerable state of
mind following the sexual massacre which had just taken place.
"You okay, baby?" she wondered.
"Fine," I managed to tell her, breathless.
"Our little family is so happy!" Kristanna chirped.
"Is Scarlett still coming over for dinner tonight?" Pamela
asked, perhaps to no one in particular.
"Yeah," Devon responded. "She will be here at five."
"Scarlett?" I countered, my voice weak. "Who is Scarlett?"
Kristanna giggled at me. "Jeremy, you silly man! You
know who Scarlett is... she is the nurse from the hospital!
Scarlett is the one who was there when I gave birth to Kaden."
"The smoking hot blonde!" Devon reminded me.
"Who already admitted to Krissy that she is bisexual and
is intrigued by our lifestyle," Pamela added.
"You invited Scarlett to our home for dinner tonight?"
"I bet she licks a mean pussy," Amy chimed in.
"I didn't invite her, no," Kristanna told me. "Devvy and
Pamela did. I think Devvy is more interested in her than I
am - and that's saying an awful lot."
Devon giggled at me. "Maybe one day soon you'll have seven
girls to satisfy, Jeremy, instead of the six you do now."
As I began to contemplate those words and the possible
ramifications of them, I heard a sudden fit of crying. It
happened literally out of nowhere. Surprisingly enough, it
was not the baby, Kaden. Trish was the one who was crying.
"Of course I'll marry you!" Trish exclaimed to Lindsay,
her face suddenly saturated in tears, as the two hugged and
clutched madly off to the side.
"WOAH!" Amy erupted, quickly crawling over to them.
"WHAT?" Devon demanded, as she and Kristanna followed Amy.
Pamela stayed still, but looked their way.
"Lindsay just asked me to marry her!" Trish sobbed,
overcome with emotion and absolute joy. She really broke
down and started to cry. It was like a tidal wave hit her
all at once. "I... I wo-would have nev-never th-th-thought
in a m-m-m-million years that L-Lindsay..."
"I love you, and you're the perfect girl for me,"
Lindsay advised Trish, tears running down her own cheeks.
Smiling at me, Pamela reached over and grasped my hand as
Lindsay added, "I want you to be the first person that I
marry. There is no better choice than you."
"Oh God, Lindsay!" Trish bawled, still overcome with raw
emotion. She certainly could not have ever envisioned this
happening. No one could. I always thought Trish would be
the one who proposed to Lindsay.
When Kristanna hugged both Trish and Lindsay, it set off
a chain reaction. Devon and Amy made it a five-way hug.
Pamela looked at me and nodded her head; I gingerly swept
her up into my arms, then carried her over to the group and
it was suddenly a seven-way hug.
"Congratulations!" Kristanna cooed. "Oh my God!"
"I'm so happy for both of you!" Amy gushed.
"This is awesome!" Pamela observed.
"Are you going to get married in Ohio?" Devon asked.
"Uh huh," Lindsay nodded. "I want Trish to be the one
that my family watches me marry. She has always been there
for me ever since day one. I owe this to her."
Trish was _still_ crying. This was undoubtedly the
greatest moment of her life. Nothing may ever top it. What
made it even better was the simple fact that this seemed so
spontaneous and out-of-the-blue. Did Lindsay actually plan
this? Who would have ever imagined in a million years that,
between herself and Trish, Lindsay would ultimately be the
one who proposed marriage for their relationship?
"I don't... I don't even know... wh-wh-what to s-s-s-say."
Trish was still dumbfounded. Could anyone blame her?
"You're next, Jeremy," Lindsay suddenly proclaimed, her
gaze fixated upon me. "After I marry Trish, you and I are
getting married here in Norway."
I chuckled. "Are you proposing marriage to me now, too?"
"Not really," she answered, her tone one half peppy, the
other half innocent. "More like telling you."
Several of the ladies cooed and giggled because of that
playful comment. I got a good laugh out of it, too. Sweet,
little Lindsay was _telling_ me that I was going to marry her?
I actually liked the sound of that...
"And once we are husband and wife, Jeremy," Lindsay said,
"I want you to get me pregnant, too."
(!!!)
* * *
Soon, I would have four wives. I was already married to
Kristanna and Amy. Pamela would be my bride less a month
from now. Lindsay? Probably late in the year, I imagine.
It was only a matter of time before the circle was complete,
and Devon and Trish would be my wives as well.
But perhaps there was room for the circle to expand.
During Kristanna's stay in the hospital, all of the ladies
seemed to be wildly enamored with Scarlett - the blonde Nordic
beauty - who was her primary nurse. I was not openly looking
to add to our little family, but would be a fool to pass on
someone such as Scarlett considering how much the others were
attracted to her and, even more importantly, if she was
ultimately a good fit for us. Only time would tell...
Baby, baby, baby! Kaden was already here, and Piper was
on the way. In September, Amy was going to undergo a
surgical procedure called Tubal Ligation Reversal - which
would hopefully undo the fact that she got her _tubes tied_
a decade ago - all but eliminating any chance that she could
ever become pregnant. With the forthcoming procedure, though,
we had high hopes that it would be successful and Amy could
one day, in fact, carry a baby herself and give birth. She
very badly wanted to have a child with me.
And now, I had just learned that Lindsay wanted me to
impregnate her as well. Wow! Just how many children was I
going to have with all six (or maybe even seven - WHO KNOWS)
of these women?
One thing was for certain, though. The future for me was
bright, and full of happiness. There would be bumps in the
road here and there - as with all relationships - but any
problems would ultimately pass and fade away, and our group
would be stronger and even more committed as a result.
Indeed, each new day was better than the one before it.
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UPDATE (September 13, 2014): Pamela and I got married on
August 29, but we are postponing the honeymoon until our
daughter Piper is born. Amy recently had her surgery,
and the doctor says it was a success. Lindsay is going
to marry Trish on December 23, 2014 in front of her family
in Cincinnati, and then marry me five days later here in
Norway. Kristanna and Amy are engaged to Lindsay as well.
Pamela is talking about popping the question to Kristanna.
I am going to ask both Devon and Trish soon myself.
Kaden is a happy six-week-old and in perfect health.
Oh, and Scarlett is a frequent "guest" of ours and would
even be accompanying us to the United States for the big
wedding in December. I could say many wonderful things
about her, but I will simply leave it at this - Scarlett
sucks cock with the best of them.
I would not trade this life for anything!
<<<- THE END, of Island Fever 2: Eternity ->>>
(and the end of the series - hope you enjoyed reading it!)
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