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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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** Sandvika, Norway **
"You're doing good tonight," I cooed, my voice soft and
tender, as I cradled Piper - my three-week-old daughter - in
my arms. "Oh wow... you're doing really good."
Her breathing slow and heavy, and her expression relaxed
and serene, Piper had just drifted off to sleep as I held her.
She had been quite fussy for most of the day, but settled
down and now had fallen asleep without much resistance.
This was a milestone of sorts for me - it was the first
time my newborn daughter had actually gone to sleep in my
arms. It was a common occurrence for her to do so while
Pamela - her mother and my beloved wife - held her, but this
was a first for me. As a result, I found myself nearly ready
to melt. The process of watching this tiny infant fall
asleep as I cradled her was absolutely intoxicating to me.
It was easy to tell that Pamela was Piper's mother because
they shared some very similar characteristics. Piper had
blonde hair and brown eyes just like her mother (although
that hair was just a sparse covering at such an early stage
of life), and the same type of gorgeous, adorable face.
Piper was, simply put, a miniature version of Pamela. Quite
the proud, doting father, I could not be any happier.
"Wait until she is a teen-ager," a friend once warned us.
Piper Michelle [Last Name], who was born into the world on
November 25th at 6 pounds and 2 ounces, was my angel in life.
Pamela and I had been through quite a lot of ups and downs
together in the 17 months we had known each other - including
the last three-and-a-half as husband and wife - but the birth
of Piper was, without a doubt, the most bonding moment of our
entire relationship. Piper was our little miracle.
I held and kissed Pamela's hand throughout several hours of
painful labor, doing whatever I could to ease and guide her
along. But when the moment came and I saw my baby girl for
the first time, I felt so overwhelmed that I broke down and
started crying. I was happy for myself, of course, but much
more thrilled for Pamela. I believe that was where the extra
emotion came from. After everything Pamela had been through
in her life, all of her dreams had finally come true. She
was not married and finally happy, but now also a mother.
"Aren't you the sweetest, little thing?" I commented,
laying Piper down in her crib and then wrapping her into a
baby blanket. She had difficulties sleeping in the crib
unless the blanket was all nice and snug around her body.
Her doctor theorized that Piper missed the cozy comfort of
her mother's uterus, and did not like being put down into a
big, open space where she could flail about so easily. Thus,
we took the doctor's advice and kept Piper bundled up in a
lightweight blanket. So far, the tactic was working. Piper
must have felt safe and confined in the blanket. She had
been sleeping much better in the crib as of late.
"You actually got her to sleep?" Pamela whispered with a
grin, stepping into the room. "Ohhhhh." Pamela continued
smiling as she strolled over to the crib and glanced down at
our precious daughter. "Isn't she something special?"
I planted a simple kiss upon my wife's lips. "Piper is
going to be your twin one day, sweetheart. She is the most
beautiful baby girl in the whole, wide world. Never in my
wildest dreams could I have asked for a more beautiful baby
girl. But look at who her Mommy is. It's understandable."
Pamela offered me a smile, then leaned down and planted
the most gentle of kisses upon Piper's forehead. "That is our
little pumpkin, Jeremy. I still cannot believe that she is
my daughter. To just know... that I carried her inside of me
for OVER nine months. And now, she is alive, and perfectly
healthy. I still cannot believe it. You and I helped make a
life, Jeremy. Think of that. We helped make a LIFE!"
"Our love for each other is what made that life," I told
her. Thinking ahead, I laughed. "Whenever Piper asks us
where babies come from - maybe ten years from now - that is
going to be our answer. A man and a woman has a baby when
they love each other. It's a great answer."
"Whoa... one step at a time," Pamela giggled, her voice
gentle. "Piper still has her first word and first steps
ahead of her. It's a little early to start thinking about
what to say when she asks about the birds and the bees."
"You have a point there..." I conceded.
Pamela wrapped both arms around my shoulders and smiled
once again. "Come on, Jeremy. Let's go to the theater room.
The baby monitor will let us know if Piper wakes up and
starts crying." Pamela kissed me and coyly added, "Kristanna
is waiting for us there."
* * *
Pamela was not my only wife, nor the only woman who lived
with me and I helped care for. Piper was not my only newborn
child, either. My life, as you may imagine, was as hectic and
as busy as ever. And it kept getting more frantic each day.
I spent eight hours Christmas shopping for my collection
of three wives, one fiancee and three girlfriends earlier in
the day, all of whom resided here on the farm in Norway with
me and shared our lives together as one. Christmas shopping
for seven women - each with their own individual interests and
wish list - was not an easy task! What made things even more
difficult was the simple fact that I felt compelled to spend
an absolute fortune on every single one of them.
Winter in Norway could be quite chilly, especially at
night - it was -12ºC at the moment (or 10ºF), so it felt good
to be home and warm after fighting my way through waves of
shoppers earlier in the day. It was also an opportunity to
kick back and relax, and get some much-needed rest.
Tomorrow, our little entourage would be traveling on an
airplane flight across the Atlantic Ocean to first Canada,
then the United States. Why? A mere seven days from now -
in Cincinnati - Trish and Lindsay were going to marry each
other in what promised to be a memorable church ceremony.
Like everyone else, I could not wait for it to happen!
"I got you a new book to read today while at the store,
Jeremy," Kristanna, who was one of my three wives, said to
me with a vibrant smile as Pamela and I stepped into the
theater room. "You can read it on the flight tomorrow if
you like." Kristanna held up its cover and showed it to me.
"It's a book about being a father, with tips and advice."
Standing at my side, Pamela chuckled and smirked at me.
"Oh, yeah. You need all the help you can get with that,
Jeremy. Not only do you have Kaden and Piper as children now,
but Amy is five weeks pregnant and Lindsay wants you to get
her pregnant too." Pamela paused, then shook her head
emphatically. "By this time next year, there will be four
screaming and crying babies ruling this house, and YOU will
be the father of all of them. At least four..."
I laughed, unsure what to make of that vision. "What if
Devon, Trish and Scarlett suddenly want to become pregnant?"
"Trish already does want to become pregnant," Pamela
informed me. "She just hasn't told you yet."
"Oh really?"
Pamela nodded again. "Trish and Lindsay want you to get
them both pregnant at the same time, so they give birth
around the same time. But you didn't hear that from me."
Exasperated for a split-second, I shook my head and
lightly growled. "You girls must think I'm a machine."
"You're the only man amongst seven women," Kristanna
reminded me, reaching out with both arms and signaling for
me to come closer to her. "Eventually you will have to get
all of us pregnant - some of us two or three times each."
She waved her arms about in an exaggerated manner toward me
and concluded, "You know we all want to be mommies."
Once I closed the distance between us, Kristanna embraced
me lovingly and pulled me down into a kneeling position just
in front of her. After the mutual hug lingered for a good
20 or 30 seconds, Kristanna retrieved Kaden - my son and
first-born child - from the portable baby bed next to her
and extended him to me. I gingerly took him into my arms.
"Be very gentle," Kristanna advised me. "Kaden has been
cranky and upset most of the day, but he seems settled down
now and in much better spirits. Don't want to upset him."
"Kaden will be fine with me," I assured her.
Kristanna's smile was beaming as Pamela strolled up to us
and sat down in the chair next to her. "How is Piper, honey?
Were you and Jeremy able to lay her down without issue?"
"Piper fell asleep in Jeremy's arms," Pamela murmured.
"You should have seen the look on his face."
"Awwwww!" Kristanna giggled, teasing me.
"Hey, that was the first time Piper went to sleep while I
was holding her," I said, defending myself. Then, I focused
my attention toward my four-and-a-half month old son and
observed, "_Wild Man_ looks more tired to me than anything
else." I turned toward his mother and clarified, "Was the
last time Kaden napped just before dinner?"
"Yes," Kristanna answered.
My eyes went wide as Kristanna then offered Pamela a very
slow and deep, sensuous kiss. Surprised, Pamela was glowing
in its aftermath and had a heartfelt, genuine smile as
Kristanna mused, "I'm so proud of you, honey. Piper is going
to grow up with the best mother in the whole, wide world.
She is such a lucky little girl."
"Kaden and Piper are also lucky to have the best daddy in
the world in Jeremy," Pamela quietly offered, her eyes full
of pride and devotion, as she glanced at me.
"Not as lucky as I am to have you and Krissy as my wives,"
I told Pamela in response, before kissing her for emphasis.
Pamela smiled and grasped my right hand, then Kristanna took
hold of my left and squeezed thoroughly.
Kristanna was still smiling. "You've come a really long
way since your old life in Maryland. Haven't you, Pamela?"
"Yes, I most definitely have," Pamela responded, her tone
insightful. "I have a husband in Jeremy, I'm going to marry
both you and Amy in January... hopefully Devon, Trish and
Lindsay soon after that, and maybe even Scarlett down the
road. This is a lot different than how I ever imagined my
life would be. My life is truly AMAZING now."
"You have me and the other girls, yes," I told Pamela.
"But you also have Piper." A tear streaked down Pamela's
face as I continued, "You are going to be an awesome mother;
a GREAT mother. I can already tell." I brought her hand to
my lips and kissed it. "You have no idea just how much I'
m looking forward to watching you grow and develop as a
mother over the next several years."
"Everything for our trip tomorrow is done and ready to go,
right?" Kristanna said to me, wanting clarification. "You
have all of our luggage and belongings packed in the SUV?"
"Yes, Krissy."
"Great!" she returned. "I just cannot wait for Trish and
Lindsay to finally get married next week in Cincinnati.
Trish loves Lindsay SO MUCH. She is floating on cloud nine
right now, knowing that in just seven days, she will marry
Lindsay in front of all of her friends and family in a big,
proper church wedding. I just wish it was happening today!"
Pamela pouted. "It's going to be tough for me to leave
Piper behind here in Norway, but I cannot bring her on such
a long flight. Not this close from being born. If it was
anyone other than your parents looking after her, Krissy, I
simply would not go. But I trust them to take care of her."
"We COULD bring Kaden along if we wanted - he is more than
developed and old enough to withstand a transoceanic flight -
but Jeremy and I ultimately decided to leave him with Momma
and Papa too," Kristanna said. "I just want to focus all
of my effort and energy onto Trish and Lindsay while we are
in Cincinnati. It will be THEIR time. Though, it will be
tough for me to leave Kaden behind, too."
"Can you imagine just how beautiful Trish and Lindsay will
look in their bridal gowns?"
"Not any more beautiful than you looked when you married
Jeremy in your bridal gown," Kristanna told Pamela.
"I was six months pregnant and big as a rain barrel..."
"That made you even more beautiful!" Kristanna exclaimed,
giggling for an added effect. Next, she took Kaden from me
and began to sway the infant back-and-forth within her arms.
"Oh, you're a tired little dude, aren't you? Sleepy! You're
exhausted! Why don't we give you a nap right now?" She
proceeded to lay Kaden down into his portable baby bed and,
after making certain he was tucked in and comfortable,
Kristanna returned to her seat here in the theater and rested
the side of her face upon Pamela's shoulder.
"I don't know about the two of you," Kristanna remarked,
"but I'm never going to get tired of this wedding business.
I LOVE weddings! We have so many more weddings to go through
before everyone in our little family is married to each
other. Each wedding, whether big or small, is so exciting."
"I still remember your wedding with Devon," Pamela said to
Kristanna. "I will never get the image of it out of my mind.
I never really thought of two women getting married to each
other before, but sure enough, it happened. It was a truly
beautiful ceremony. You and Devon are perfect together."
I chuckled. "I now pronounce you wife and wife."
"Let us not forget, Jeremy, that YOU are going to marry
Lindsay here in Norway a mere five days after she marries
Trish in Cincinnati," Kristanna mused. "Are you excited?"
"Of course I am," was my response.
"Lindsay is Jeremy's little sweetheart!" Pamela chirped.
"But I am focusing on Lindsay's wedding with Trish," I
told my two brides. "I want everything about it to be
perfect because all of their families will be there to
witness it. My wedding with Lindsay, by comparison, will
be much smaller and take place here on the farm."
Kristanna chewed on her lip momentarily and smiled. "Then
I get to marry Pammy in just a few short weeks, and she will
be marrying Amy shortly thereafter. I want to marry Lindsay,
too. I think I will propose to her Christmas Day."
"Pamela!" came the quick correction, before those eyes of
hers flashed and she fixated upon Kristanna. "Why do you
insist on calling me PAMMY?"
Kristanna offered a playful, mischievous expression. "Oh,
I don't know." She twirled her head about several times in
succession and snickered, "Maybe because it is your NAME?"
"You know I don't like being called Pammy!" she retorted
with a giggle, smacking Kristanna's shoulder in playful, mock
disgust. "I need to come up with a bad name for you!"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Jeremy?"
"I don't know," I told Kristanna, offering her a quizzical
expression. "What are you thinking?"
She pointed toward Pamela's chest. "That those titties
need to come out and play."
Indeed, I had already noticed that about Pamela (on
multiple occasions) since arriving home from my day of
holiday shopping. With an awe-inspiring pair of majestic,
38d-sized breasts, the form-fitting blouse that Pamela wore
actually seemed two or three sizes too small for her. As a
result, those breasts of hers appeared ready to explode and
burst free from the confines of the white, clingy fabric.
"What are you doing, Krissy?" Pamela squealed, as the
25-year-old reached out and began to not only fondle her
breasts with both hands, but pop a few of the buttons as
well. She tried to shoo Kristanna's hands away, but was
unsuccessful. "I don't want to have sex yet. You know
the doctor suggested that I wait a whole month to be safe."
"You gave birth three weeks ago," Kristanna countered.
"You'll be fine. That same doctor told me to wait a month
as well after Kaden was born, but I was back to having sex
and enjoying myself in LESS than three weeks. Trust me,
Pammy. You'll be fine. We will take it slow."
She grunted. "My name is Pamela!"
Kristanna snickered. She loved getting that reaction out
of Pamela. It was all in good-natured fun.
"Oh yes," Kristanna swooned, now having undone all of the
buttons and pulling the stretchy blouse down across Pamela's
shoulders. "Those titties definitely need to come out and
play." She unsnapped her bra in back, then peeled it upward
and finally, those bare breasts were free.
"What do you think, Jeremy?" Pamela wondered, glancing my
way for confirmation. "Do you think I'll be okay?"
"I haven't tasted that delicious, little pussy of yours
since before Piper was born," Kristanna offered, now tugging
and yanking at her dress pants. "I do not want to wait any
longer. I don't think Jeremy does, either."
"Do you know where the others are?" I asked Kristanna.
"Devvy, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Scarlett are all in the
recreation room watching some superhero movie on the big
television there. Why? Would you like me to go and get
them, and turn this into a REAL party? You know that
everyone wants a piece of Pamela in the worst way possible.
We all have been waiting patiently since she gave birth."
"No," I chuckled, shaking my head. "Being with the two of
you is plenty enough for me tonight."
"Oh my God!" Pamela abruptly exclaimed, her long, delicate
fingers tightly grasping my wrist, as Kristanna burrowed her
face between her thighs and immediately began lapping away.
"Jeremy..." Pamela suddenly moaned, her face awash with sweet
desire and ecstasy, her eyes focused squarely on me. It was
clearly obvious that she did not expect Kristanna to begin
performing oral sex on her right out of the gate.
"I think it's time that Krissy and I - as well as the
others - start to enjoy your body again," I told Pamela,
answering her earlier question. "Three weeks is more than
enough time for you to fully heal. Do you think you're up
for a little fun, and will be okay?" When Pamela nodded her
head at me, I again took her hand into mine and kissed it
tenderly. "As Krissy said, we will take it easy."
"Hmmmmm, this pussy is delicious!" Kristanna rumbled, her
face literally jammed between Pamela's inviting thighs. "I
think I forgot just how good it tastes!"
"Krissy!" Pamela mewed, reaching down and resting a hand
upon her head. "Krissy, let me kiss you."
I smiled as an instant later, Kristanna darted upward and
met Pamela's mouth with her own for a searing, tongue-filled
kiss. The two ladies basically attempted to devour each
other through their savory exchange of lips and tongues. At
the same time, Kristanna was copping cheap feels of Pamela's
breasts. She responded in kind by squeezing and massaging
Kristanna's lush, drum-tight ass with both hands.
"I need more of that pussy," Kristanna moaned, suddenly
breaking the kiss, before going down on Pamela yet again.
She proceeded to offer Pamela's clitoris a series of slow,
rhythmic swipes with her tongue. Meanwhile, I helped Pamela
get rid of the remainder of her blouse and bra. She was now
nude, sprawled out across the chair, in front of me.
"How do you think I look?" Pamela asked me, more than a
hint of trepidation in her voice. Like most new mothers,
Pamela was way too overly self-conscious and insecure about
her physical appearance.
Truth is, there was not much change in Pamela's body from
how I remembered it from when before she was pregnant. There
was a little extra weight, yes, but that was to be expected
after giving birth just three weeks ago. I certainly was
not going to complain or harp about it. She still maintained
all of her wondrous curves and luscious charms, though.
But most of all, however, she was still Pamela. Whether
needing to lose 20 pounds or even 200, I would always feel
the same way about Pamela. Nothing would ever change that.
"You look beautiful," I assured her, which brought forth a
smile. "You look more beautiful now than you ever have."
"Trish will have any excess weight off of you in no time
flat," Kristanna told Pamela, her tongue still humming away
upon those precious folds. "You know Trish is our resident
fitness expert and instructor. She had me back to my old
weight of 115 pounds in just two months with a good diet and
plenty of exercise after Kaden was born."
"You look amazing," Pamela told her fiancee. "No one
would ever guess that you gave birth in July, Krissy. Your
body is so lean, and muscular... it's so perfect."
"I need to get you pregnant again," I teased Pamela, which
elicited an expression of surprise and momentary fright from
her. "That belly of yours needs to be full again."
"Not yet!" she shot back with a nervous smile. "Not yet!"
Taking an aggressive stance, I leaned forward and moved my
lips to Pamela's mouth and proceeded to kiss her with an
equal amount of lust and devotion. When she wrapped her
arms around me and pressed her large, luscious breasts upon
my chest, something inside of me snapped. It just snapped.
I crushed Pamela into my embrace and ravaged her mouth with
my own, my tongue diving far and deep to taste its recesses.
Once Pamela squealed out in arousal, I was assured that
she enjoyed my lustful advances. Thus, I decided to go
further. I slid one hand between our squished bodies, only
to cup and massage one of her breasts. Pamela responded by
trailing her right hand all across my shoulders and lower
back, finally coming to a rest near my hip.
The 31-year-old broke our shared kiss and then glanced
down at Kristanna, whose tongue was still blazing a heated
trail over and across her clitoris, before re-focusing upon
me. Pamela was breathless as she said, "Leave it to you and
Krissy to get me all hot and bothered like this following
such an ordinary, simple discussion."
"We try our best," Kristanna chimed in, the sounds of
animalistic hunger present in her voice, as her tongue
continued to flick and work its magic over Pamela's pussy.
"Oh, Krissy!" Pamela screeched, and I quickly got the
sense that she was very close to an orgasm. I went silent
and motionless, standing there on my knees, as I watched
Pamela's cover-girl face go through a myriad of positive
emotions and expressions. Soon, that face tightened up,
and then her eyes went wide and bulging as she hemmed and
squealed in the joyous bliss of orgasm.
"God, Krissy!" Pamela cried once the pleasure wave crested,
then faded away. She wiped her brow with a forearm and
moaned, "No one licks my pussy quite like you do! No one!"
I moved out of the way as Pamela reached down with both
hands and cupped Kristanna's face with them. She gently
pulled upward, causing Kristanna to finally dislodge herself
from between her moist, tantalizing thighs. Of course,
Kristanna's face was coated with pussy juice.
"I love you!" Pamela told Kristanna, her voice full of
fervor and affection. "I love you so much!"
"I love you too," Kristanna returned, leaning up and
planting a simple kiss upon Pamela's forehead.
"I want to watch you and Jeremy together for a bit,"
Pamela offered, those words definitely catching my attention.
Kristanna wasted no time in granting Pamela's request.
She placed both hands upon my chest and pushed forward until
I was flat on my back upon the carpeted floor of the in-home
theater. She then slithered over top of me and closed her
mouth upon mine, her tongue seeking out and finding my very
own. I encircled Kristanna's body with both arms and held
her warmly, tasting Pamela's release upon her face at the
same time, but eventually my hands roamed downward and
squeezed her nice, denim-clad ass. Kristanna wiggled her
pelvis upon mine in a lewd, suggestive manner, sending hot
pulses of sexual electricity coursing throughout my soul.
Not only was Kristanna's ass firm, but it was also ripe
and luscious. I pinched and squeezed the supple, taut flesh,
and even slipped my hands into her back pockets. Kristanna
seemed to wiggle about some more as I did that. But I soon
realized that she enjoyed the sensations of her pelvis
rubbing itself over and across the hard, aching bulge within
my trousers. That really seemed to get her going.
Kristanna yelped and giggled with arousal once I spun her
around and pinned her beneath me upon the floor. I looked at
Kristanna for a moment - admiring her face and its beauty -
then kissed her with great abandon. This time, I groped her
breasts with both hands and got rid of her tank-top, too.
She snaked her hands underneath my own shirt and ran them
alongside my shoulder blades and back, her long, sharp
fingernails sending erotic shivers down to my very core. I
broke our mutual kiss, but quickly descended upon her neck
and began to lick and nibble upon the sensitive skin. The
erstwhile, energetic blonde now cradled my head with both
hands and cooed out her approval.
When I unhooked Kristanna's white bra and slid it from her
shoulders, I was insatiable and hungry as I attached my lips to
one of her pert nipples and began feasting away upon it. But
as was often the case whenever Kristanna and I were together,
things began to spiral and eventually reach a whole new level.
The ravenous hellcat spun me around and pinned me beneath
her, her mouth now assaulting my own. Turnabout is fair play,
of course, so I returned the favor by flipping her over and
doing the same to her. Our shared kiss had reached staggering
proportions by the time we both rose up to our knees, our
bodies entwined and violently bumping together as one.
I did not even realize during that maddening sequence that
I had unbuttoned Kristanna's denim jeans and pulled them, as
well as her white G-string underneath, down to mid-thigh.
Pamela sure did, though, and she used it as an opportunity to
seize the moment and have a little fun with Kristanna.
Also on her knees, I watched intently as Pamela slid behind
Kristanna and then offered her bare ass a hard, back-handed
slap which, needless to say, surprised the Norwegian to no end.
She responded by breaking our kiss and shooting a look back
at Pamela, before re-attaching her mouth to mine. Seconds
later, however, Pamela slapped her ass again. And again.
After a fourth blow, Kristanna squealed madly and shot
another glance Pamela's way. "Stop that!" she said, staring
at Pamela, who could barely contain her laughter, for several
seconds. Kristanna seemed to be stewing as she turned back
around to face me, only to kiss me once more.
"You know you love it," Pamela sneered, before she gave
the 25-year-old's backside a series of hard, unrelenting
swats. Kristanna finally screamed out and, in the process,
flung around and focused all of her attention on Pamela.
"Stop that!" she insisted, albeit in a playful tone.
Pamela offered an innocent expression, but the very
instant Kristanna turned away, the busty blonde smacked
her ass yet again. This caused Kristanna to turn and stare
an absolute hole through Pamela, who only had these five
words to say in defense of herself:
"Oops... I did it again."
This time, Kristanna brought Pamela into her arms and
held her close, then screamed, "Get her, Jeremy!"
It was a playful and spirited attack as I knelt down on
the other side of them and began to spank and pepper Pamela's
own ass with my right hand. I could never hurt Pamela, nor
was she into the bondage lifestyle like my other wife, Amy
was, so this definitely qualified as a _pleasure spanking_.
Still, Pamela overreacted - flailing her arms around like a
fish out of water as she attempted to escape our dual clutches.
"You deserve to be spanked for calling me Pammy!" she
roared at Kristanna, now unable to control her laughter.
"Not me, but you! You should be spanking Krissy, Jeremy!"
"We need to get that big cock inside of you," Kristanna
said to Pamela, her tone strong and emphatic, as she released
her and I put an end to the pleasure spanking. "Yes we do."
Kristanna reached into my trousers and took a firm grasp
at the very base of my erection, then fished it out and into
open view. Her blue eyes darted that way for an instant and
she licked her lips at the sight, before using her other hand
to help pull my trousers and briefs further down my legs.
"Just please be careful," was Pamela's only request of me,
the uncertainty from earlier returning to her eyes. I did
not enjoy that look from her whatsoever. It was multiplied
ten-fold once Pamela started to weep and sob completely out
of the blue. Thus, I came to an immediate decision.
I could see the disappointment wash over Kristanna's face
as she tilted her head and inspected Pamela. She wanted this
coupling to end by holding onto my shaft and helping insert
it into that sweet, tender pussy, only then to sit back and
watch as Pamela and I rocked each others' world. But she
knew me too well. Kristanna knew what my decision was.
Pamela was just three weeks removed from childbirth, and
it was obvious that the act of sexual intercourse with me
was not something that she was ready for just yet.
Kristanna could surely empathize with that. After all,
the doctor did tell Pamela - and Kristanna before her - to
wait a full month after giving birth before resuming full
sexual activity. The absolute last thing we needed was for
something to go wrong, and Pamela to wind up in the emergency
room because of excessive bleeding, or an infection.
This was also a prime example of the way Pamela had been
acting over the previous three weeks. She could all happy
and smiles one minute, then feel down and depressed - even to
the point of crying - the next. Was it _baby blues_?
Tonight was her best yet since giving birth. Pamela was
cheerful and engaging, but that came to an abrupt halt once
Kristanna suggested that I penetrate her. I hoped that this
was nothing more than a phase that she was going through.
"Okay, honey," Kristanna relented, reaching out and gently
stroking Pamela's face. "It's okay," she tried to soothe her,
but Pamela kept crying. "Maybe Jeremy can lick your pussy
like I did, and help get you off that way instead."
"I'm not having full-blown sex with you until you are 100
percent comfortable and ready with the idea," I told her.
"It is YOUR body, Pamela," I added, as she wiped tears away
from her bleary eyes. "You make the decisions for it."
She sniffed her nose. "I'd like to wait a month like the
doctor said. I know Krissy started early, and was okay."
"You're not Krissy."
"No, I'm not." She dabbed away some more tears and then
pined, "I'd like to watch you and Krissy together some more,
Jeremy. I want you to fuck her for me."
"Oh really?" Kristanna chirped, obviously very keen to
that idea, as she slipped her jeans and G-string the rest of
the way off. "I cannot argue with that!"
As I nodded my head, Pamela helped roll Kristanna onto her
back upon the floor. Seated on her knees directly behind
Kristanna, Pamela reached forward and tightly latched onto her
fiancee's long, lean legs, and spread them far apart. This
gave me an open invitation to plunge myself into that pussy.
It was an opportunity that I simply could not pass up.
"Fuck her, Jeremy," Pamela encouraged me, trailing one of
her hands over and across Kristanna's firm, tight breasts.
"Fuck her for me. Fuck her HARD. Give her what she needs!"
"What you need is a spanking!" Kristanna said to Pamela,
an instant before I forged my way into her. The look upon
Kristanna's face changed accordingly. She tensed up and
glared at me with hot, smoldering eyes. "Yes, Jeremy. Oh
yes... hmmmmm. That feels so good..."
"Fuck her!" Pamela squealed, and soon I was doing just
that. I thrusted myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a good,
brisk pace, my hard shaft invading the depths of her pussy.
Everything was going according to script until Pamela pressed
her lips close to Kristanna's ear and whispered something
into it. Then, Kristanna whispered something in return to
Pamela. A moment later, both ladies giggled and looked at me.
Pamela maneuvered herself around so she was now behind me
upon the floor. She encircled my body with her arms and then
pulled me (and my thrusting cock) away from Kristanna. I
was curious as to what was happening until Pamela had me lay
down flat upon my back. When I did so, Kristanna swung one
leg over my pelvis - so she was straddling my hips upon her
knees. Eventually, she lowered herself onto my shaft. Its
head slipped into her pussy, which caused Kristanna to groan
as she slowly nudged her way further downward. Soon, my
entire length was embedded deep inside of her.
Kristanna began riding me slowly, rocking back-and-forth.
She reached down with both hands and used my chest as her
balancing point. The blonde then sighed in utter lust as her
gyrations and motions slowly but surely quickened.
Eventually, Kristanna squealed and cried in total arousal
as she was bouncing about at maximum speed. Her face flooded
with passion, Kristanna's modest, firm breasts flopped about
wildly as she continued to scream out her approval.
Laying flat upon my back with an unobstructed view of the
beautiful Kristanna as she sat atop my erection and rode me
like a cowgirl, I was in pure Heaven right now. My shaft was
deep within the confines of her sweet, little pussy, filling
it to the absolute hilt. Could this night be any better?
Yes, as a matter of fact... it could.
As if having one gorgeous woman was not enough, I was
quickly reminded that there was another in the room.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Pamela swung a leg over my
face and then lowered her pussy to my mouth. Instinctively,
my tongue went to work - lapping away at Pamela's wetness.
Clearly, Pamela was comfortable with the idea of having oral
sex performed on her. Due to the health risks and possible
complications, though, this was where she drew the line. I
was fine with her not wanting to go any further just yet.
Pamela responded to my oral probing by cupping her full
breasts with both hands and offering them healthy squeezes.
Her entire body squirmed and writhed about atop my tongue.
"OH MY GOD!" Kristanna roared, still bouncing about
wildly upon my cock. "I'm... I'm gonna CUM!" Kristanna
settled down upon my erection and then screamed out at the
very top of her lungs, "OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!"
"Cum inside of her pussy!" Pamela told me, as Kristanna
experienced the ultimate in pleasure and release atop me.
I heeded Pamela's words and released the inner grip I had
on myself, which allowed my cock to erupt and coat the
lush depths of Kristanna's exquisite pussy with my sperm.
After both of us rocked together for several seconds in
mutual climax, Kristanna took a very deep breath and then
dislodged herself from my shaft. Still nestled atop my
face, Pamela leaned all the way down and grasped my deflated
cock with her hand and stroked it tenderly. She then took
it into her mouth, her tongue leisurely twirling across it.
Still, I had Pamela's prime and delicate pussy staring me
right in the face. Even though my body felt as if it had
been drained because of that experience with Kristanna, I
continued to lick and swipe away at those glistening folds.
Needless to say, Pamela's pussy was absolutely scrumptious.
The feast was taken away from me, however, as Pamela
suddenly removed her pussy from my face. It was replaced
with her own face. Pamela nestled down on top of me and
pressed her lips to mine, offering me a full, deep kiss. I
moaned as waves of sensations swirled throughout all of my
soul. Soon, I was embracing Pamela with both arms.
God, I said to myself, lost in thought for a brief moment.
Could my life possibly be any better than it already was?
* * *
It certainly had been quite an eventful past couple of
months for yours truly following the events of what was
supposed to be the final chapter of my "Island Fever" diary
and series. Several readers kept begging and pleading for
more, so here I am with a quick check-in on my life.
The previous chapter detailed the birth of my first child
with Kristanna (Kaden) and the raucous celebration which took
place once they returned home from the hospital. Lindsay
shocked everyone by proposing marriage to Trish (we were all
waiting for the opposite to happen (i.e. Trish popping the
question to Lindsay herself)). Then, Lindsay made her
intentions of wanting to marry me be known as well. Mere
seconds after her proposal to Trish, Lindsay basically
informed me that she and I were now officially engaged, too.
The chapter ended with a brief mention of a newcomer to
our little family, Scarlett, and the fact that she was fitting
in quite nicely ("Scarlett sucks cock with the best of them"
was how I simply (and poorly) described her). I will talk
about Scarlett in much more deserved detail later.
As for each of the ladies individually, who better to start
with than the one and only Kristanna? Even after going
through the grueling ordeal of giving birth - a process which
saps many women of their strength and motivation - Kristanna
seemed as energetic and as lively as ever.
For as long as I had known her, Kristanna always seemed to
enjoy attacking life _head on_. Being a new mother and
dealing with its challenges was no different. That good,
upbeat attitude of hers always persisted no matter what.
Kristanna and that outgoing, gregarious personality of hers
was still the life of the party, so to speak, but I also must
amend that by saying that she had a lot of help from the
others - most notably Devon and Lindsay - when it came to
watching and taking care of Kaden. Being a new mother had
not overwhelmed her because she had so much love and support,
and was more than happy to let the others assist her.
There was no denying the fact that since the birth of our
daughter in late November, Pamela seemed subdued and even
somewhat depressed. Pamela had been uncharacteristically
irritable, had trouble sleeping and did not have much of an
appetite. This was perfectly normal - many women have similar
emotions after giving birth, especially for the first time.
The good news? Eventually, their feelings return to normal.
Do not misperceive what I am saying here, though. While
Pamela may be going through a mild to moderate form of
_Postpartum Depression_, she was overjoyed with the birth of
Piper and the fact that she now had her very own daughter to
take care of and raise. Of course, I was going to be there
by her side - as her husband and Piper's father - for every
step of the way. I had confidence that in due time, Pamela
would conquer these troubling feelings and get back to her
normal self. Much like Kristanna, she had all of the love
and support that any one person could ever ask for.
I should also point out that between the events of the
previous chapter and now, Pamela and I had gotten married
(at the end of August, here on the farm in Norway). Pamela
was my third wife, and that list, of course, was about ready
to expand. Obviously, I could not wait.
My second wife was none other than the truly amazing and
vivacious Amy. She and I had exchanged our vows on
Valentine's Day much earlier in the year. Suffice it to say,
Amy had her own list of personal issues and demons that she
had dealt with throughout her life - many of which she had
overcome, but some she still battled on a daily basis.
One of Amy's biggest regrets in life was at the age of 21
(a good nine years before she met me), she made the decision
to have a surgical procedure done called Tubal Ligation. In
more common terms, Amy had her tubes tied - thus eliminating
any chance that she would have of ever becoming pregnant.
This allowed Amy to enjoy a varied and carefree sex life
throughout her younger years without fear of becoming
pregnant - which was what she wanted - but she came to
absolutely resent the decision once finding true happiness
later in life with yours truly and the other ladies.
When Kristanna got pregnant, that was one thing. But when
Pamela became pregnant less than four months later, Amy was
suddenly jealous and longing for the opportunity to be a
mother herself. It was not a negative jealousy, nor did it
cause any issues within our relationship, but I knew it was
there and needed to be dealt with appropriately.
Thus, after Kaden was born, Amy went back under the knife -
this time having a procedure called Tubal Ligation Reversal.
Its objective, obviously, was to undo the effects of the first
surgery by reconnecting Amy's fallopian tubes and, at the very
least, giving her the opportunity to become pregnant.
The success rate is not favorable (only 40% of women who
undergo this procedure ever give birth), but it was all Amy
had. Even worse, the success rate goes drastically down for
women who are over 30 (Amy was 32). We waited a couple of
weeks - per doctor's orders - and then I literally began
pumping everything I had into Amy in an all-out effort to
get her pregnant. She was present for every sexual encounter
I had for nearly two months, and every single one of them
ended generally the same way.
Whether I was with Kristanna or Pamela, maybe even Trish
and Lindsay together, Devon or Scarlett, or even all of them
at once, I would invariably sink my cock into Amy and fill
her womb with my life-giving sperm at the end. In some cases,
Amy would simply sit back and idly watch until it was time.
She desperately wanted to become a mother herself.
As each unsuccessful week went by, however, Amy began to
lose hope. At one point, she was so despondent that I made
her go and see her psychiatrist for some counseling.
I will never forget the events of December 4th, though.
Not only was it Lindsay's 20th birthday, but I took Amy to
the doctor for a routine check-up and once she emerged from
his office an hour later, there were tears of unending joy
in her eyes. It was confirmed - Amy was pregnant!
Upon arriving home, Amy was so hyped and excited that she
literally took a victory lap throughout the mansion - singing
and dancing for anyone who would pay her any attention. All
of the others, needless to say, were simply elated for her.
It was not until I saw this reaction from Amy that I
fully realized just how important it was to her that she
actually become pregnant. I had never seen her quite so
happy and lively before. She must have kissed me and said
_thank you_ literally a thousand times that night.
Although Devon's heart belonged to Kristanna - those two
went together like bread and butter - she had grown on me a
tremendous amount over the past several weeks and months.
Devon was just so damn sweet and irresistible. I also liked
it that she was the wife of my own wife. What a concept!
Devon (much like Lindsay) was eager to help Kristanna as
she made the transition into motherhood. They would watch
Kaden whenever Kristanna needed a break. Both of them were
a tremendous help, indeed; I just wished that Pamela allowed
Devon and Lindsay (and the others too - they helped as well)
to do the same for her in regards to Piper. Pamela, though,
did not seem to want the help. She had always been stubborn
that way. I believe it was one of the reasons why Pamela
felt so overwhelmed right now, and ultimately depressed.
As for Devon, she was undoubtedly one of the sweetest and
most friendly ladies I had ever come across in my entire life.
Although she was very loving and protective toward all of us,
it was clear that her ultimate loyalty was toward Kristanna.
I had no problem with that, nor did anyone else. Of course,
the same could be said for Trish in regards to her feelings
for Lindsay. Trish was crazy in love with Lindsay.
Their wedding was going to take place a mere seven days
from now, but some 4,100 miles away across the Atlantic and
near Lindsay's original hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. It
would happen in the very same church where Lindsay's beloved
father was once a well-known and respected minister before
his untimely passing due to a heart attack two years ago.
It was also the church and congregation that Lindsay once
wanted to devote her life to in an effort to become a minister
herself - she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps -
before she met and ultimately fell in love with all of us.
Lindsay still had aspirations of becoming a minister one day,
and seemed well on her way with a church that she was
currently involved with located in downtown Oslo, Norway.
Tomorrow, our entire group was boarding a private charter
jet in Oslo that I had recently purchased - complete with a
hand-picked crew - that would fly us to Toronto, Ontario,
Canada, where we would pick up Trish's mother and father,
as well as her two sisters and all four grandparents, and
then ultimately proceed to Cincinnati, Ohio and make any
last-minute preparations for the wedding.
As noted earlier, the two little ones - Kaden and Piper -
were going to be left behind here in Norway under the
watchful eyes and care of Kristanna's parents, Kristof and
Rande. The doctor advised us not to take Piper on the
flight since she was less than a month old, but said Kaden
would be fine if proper precautions were taken beforehand.
It would feel strange bringing one but not the other with
us, so we decided in the end to leave both of them with
Kristanna's parents until we arrived back in Norway on
Christmas Day (today, it was December 16).
Last but certainly not least, there was Scarlett.
Having just celebrated her 30th birthday less than two
weeks ago, we met Scarlett back on July 29th when Kristanna
was rushed to the hospital with labor pains. Scarlett was
the primary nurse for Kristanna at the hospital throughout
her labor ordeal and the subsequent birth of Kaden.
"That girl is hot," were the words I remember Kristanna
saying to me once she laid eyes on Scarlett for the first
time. Even with all of the pain and discomfort accompanied
by six hours of intensive labor, I caught Kristanna eyeing
and ogling Scarlett several times throughout the day. The
same could be said for Devon, who was present the whole way
through. While she documented the events of the afternoon
Kaden was born through video and pictures, Devon openly
flirted with Scarlett. At one point, I suggested to Devon
that she ask Scarlett if they could get their very own room!
I still do not know all of the details, but the following
day - after Kaden was born - Kristanna was able to pull
Scarlett into the hospital room and have a discussion with
her. Scarlett admitted that she was bi-sexual, and was
overly intrigued by the _three-way relationship_ that she
sensed Kristanna shared with Devon and yours truly.
It was at this point when Kristanna informed Scarlett that
the other ladies who had been parading in-and-out since her
arrival at the hospital - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy -
were not sisters or friends of hers as she was originally led
to believe, but rather lovers and soul-mates. Kristanna
explained that the seven of us were one big, happy family,
and we did (and shared) everything together. Kristanna also
mentioned to Scarlett that some of them - notably herself,
Devon and Pamela - were wildly attracted to her.
Devon stopped by and joined in on the conversation as
well. Scarlett seemed even more interested and intrigued, I
am told, and Devon invited her over for dinner later in the
week (I was kept in the dark while all of this was happening).
Scarlett showed up for dinner on the appropriate evening
and, sure enough, things began to escalate from there. I
will not go into details, but let me just say that a mere
three weeks later, Scarlett went to sleep sharing our bed
in a loving, naked eight-way mass of humanity. With my cum
splattered across her face, and every hungry, lusty female
tongue in the house having sampled her pussy that evening,
Scarlett was hooked. She wanted to explore the possibility
of something long-term and ever-lasting with us.
Despite my wealth - I was worth two billion dollars in
American currency - and the fact that I could provide her
with any material thing that she desired, Scarlett still
wanted to keep her job as a registered nurse in the pregnancy
center at the hospital in Oslo. I certainly understood why.
Scarlett went through many years of hard work and studies at
the university, and despite feeling tempted, she did not want
to quit her _dream job_ after getting it just six months ago.
Plus, if things ultimately did not work out with us for her
in the long run, Scarlett would still have her job and could
return to her old life without issue.
We were able to convince her, however, to move from the
dusty, old one-bedroom apartment she had lived in for the
past three years into one of the luxury guest rooms here in
the mansion. Occasionally, Scarlett went to sleep with all
of us in the big bedroom (like that one night I mentioned),
but generally maintained somewhat of a distance by spending
most evenings in her own private quarters and allowing her
feelings and emotions for us to develop at a natural pace.
"Scarlett will not only be your wife within two years,
Jeremy," Kristanna told me just last week, "but she will be
married to the rest of us as well. Bank on it!"
Scarlett's Norwegian accent was so sexy; it sounded almost
like a purr. She was very easy to sit down and have a decent
conversation with. Although Scarlett spoke English well,
there were times when she asked for the thought or question
to be re-worded, and she always seemed very laid back and
happy to interact. As a registered nurse, she had the easy,
caring nature that generally went along with the profession.
Scarlett was a strikingly beautiful woman at 30 years of
age with a body that showed no signs of aging. She stood
5-foot-3 and weighed 126 pounds, with a mesmerizing 34c-24-35
figure and thick, shoulder-length healthy hair which,
depending on her current mood, shifted between blonde and its
more natural color of red. Right now, she was a red-head.
Indeed, Scarlett was a perfect fit for us and our unique
lifestyle. Everyone seemed to adore her, and the feeling was
mutual. She generally worked three or four days per week at
the hospital - her shift and its hours was constantly changing,
unfortunately - but had managed to talk her boss into allowing
her to take an early vacation so she could attend Trish and
Lindsay's wedding with us in Cincinnati. For Scarlett, this
was going to be her first time ever in the United States.
* * *
On Wednesday morning - the same day all of us were going
to embark on our private charter flight to first Toronto,
then Cincinnati - I received quite the wake-up call when I
was jarred from what had been a very peaceful and relaxing
sleep by the sensation of someone pouncing onto the bed with
me. Through bleary eyes, I was able to focus and notice that
the adorable (and highly overcharged) Lindsay was bouncing
up-and-down upon the mattress as if she was a small child
trying to rouse her parents out of bed on Christmas morning.
"Jeremy, it is time to wake up!" the 20-year-old screeched
into my ear. With a playful smile, Lindsay straddled my hips
and flipped both blankets over top of her head. She
maneuvered her head beneath the covers, then popped right
back out seconds later just inches from my face and offered a
mischievous pout. "I know you're old and you need all the
sleep you can get, Jeremy, but it's nine-thirty in the
morning. We have to be at the airport by noon!"
Now alert and aware of my surroundings, I took in the
amazing sight of Lindsay as she was sitting happily on top
of me. She peeled back the blankets, offering me a glimpse
of her in a lacey white bra and a matching pair of panties.
Beautiful, intelligent and full of light, Lindsay was most
definitely one-of-a-kind. A 5-foot-3 montage of absolute
blonde perfection, Lindsay placed both of her small, delicate
hands upon my chest and leaned down toward me. I could
immediately sense that Lindsay had taken a recent shower;
she was fresh and warm, and smelled of apricot and mango
(her favorite scented body wash). My nostrils took in the
fragrance and it flooded not only my senses, but my soul.
"So what are we going to do with you today?" she squealed
in the sweetest tone imaginable, gently shifting herself so
she was now seated upon my flaccid cock. "By the way, good
morning, sleepy-head," Lindsay cooed, kissing me on the lips.
A moment later, she resumed the spirited bouncing again.
I placed both hands upon either side of her waistline in
an attempt to quell her energetic nature. When the motions
slowed down and eventually ceased, I yawned theatrically and
offered in response, "Good morning to you too, princess.
You're awfully rambunctious today, I see."
"Can you blame me?" she chirped in response. "Not only am
I getting married in just six short days, but I'll get to see
my mom and all three of my sisters once our plane touches down
in Cincinnati later today. Or is it tomorrow?" She grinned
sheepishly, her face blushing a temporary shade of red, and
openly admitted, "These transoceanic flights and the changing
time zones always seem to confuse me to no end."
"It will be tomorrow in Norway, but today in the United
States with that six hour time difference," I explained to
her. "If that makes any sense to you."
"Not really!"
"I didn't think so."
Lindsay giggled with pure, wanton delight as she ground
her panty-covered crotch over my cock for a few memorable
seconds - injecting some life and vigor into it - before
leaning over and finding my lips for yet another kiss.
"Come on, Jeremy," she insisted with a smile, grasping my
shoulders and then trailing both of her hands up-and-down
my arms several times in succession. "You can have some
breakfast before we have to go to the airport, but ONLY if
you wake up and get out of bed RIGHT NOW."
"Where is your fiancee at?"
Lindsay stifled a laugh and retorted, "Umm... I'm looking
at him?"
"No, silly girl. Your other fiancee."
"Trish? Trish the dish? She is having breakfast right
now in the dining room with the others. Why don't you come
and join her? Join us?" Lindsay pouted in a sexy manner and
concluded, "I don't want you to be hungry."
When I sat up in bed, I encircled Lindsay's petite, little
body with both arms and held her lovingly. She proceeded to
wrap her legs around my waist and offer a generous squeeze,
then sought my mouth for another exchange of lips and tongues.
"How about I just stay here, and have YOU for breakfast?"
"Jeremy!" Lindsay whined incessantly, fighting the urge to
laugh as she gently pushed me away from her. "Jeremy, come
on! You have to wake up and get ready for our trip today. We
don't have a lot of time! I don't want to miss the flight!"
I chuckled at her. "Miss the flight? Honey, we are the
ONLY people on the flight. It's my own private jet and crew.
I do not think they will take off without us."
"JEREMY!" Lindsay cried again, sounding as if she was five.
Remembering back to the prior evening and the three-some
that I shared with Kristanna and Pamela, I found myself still
buzzing somewhat from it. Who better to help with that, and
fully satisfy me, than the sweet and adorable Lindsay?
"I'll make a deal with you, honey," were my words for her.
"I will wake up and get out of bed, and go have breakfast, if
you will first give me three minutes of your time."
"Three minutes of my time?" she asked, totally confused.
"Three minutes for what?"
I looked at her and chuckled softly. "Well, you cannot
expect to climb into bed with me in your little bra and
panties, and then bounce up-and-down like a ping pong ball,
without getting my juices flowing." Lindsay's face seemed to
light up at the possibilities as I added, "Three minutes, and
I'm yours. Wake up, breakfast, get ready for the airport."
Still seated atop my pelvis, Lindsay licked her lips and
kept her eyes trained on me as she slid her bra straps down
her shoulders one at a time. When both straps were loose,
she nudged each slender arm through the loops and tossed the
bra elsewhere. With a lithe, 95 pound frame, Lindsay's
humble curves went perfectly well with the rest of her body.
I licked my own lips as I hungrily eyed each of her little
nipples, thoughts of what I could do and how I could play
with them running rampant throughout my mind.
After turning upon my lap and now facing my feet, Lindsay
proceeded to arch her back, and her shimmering blonde hair
cascaded in waves all the way down to her white panties. She
lowered her ass onto my cock, which was still covered itself
by a pair of shorts, and nudged it back-and-forth. "Hmmmmm,
Jeremy," she moaned, suddenly full of desire. "Just what do
you have in mind? How do you want to use me today?"
By the time Lindsay placed her hands on either side of my
torso and leaned back, causing her silky hair to drape itself
across my chest, I had a full-blown, raging erection. I
reached up with both hands and cupped her modest breasts,
rolling their flesh between my fingertips.
"I really want an hour with you, sweetheart," I told her,
"but all I have is three minutes." I paused, then added in a
breathless tone, "Your mouth. I want your mouth."
"A blowjob?" the young woman returned with glee, flipping
herself over in one easy motion so she was facing me again.
Lindsay lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. "I
would LOVE to suck your cock for you, baby."
"Something better than that," I said, maneuvering my way out
from underneath her and rising to my feet as she sat beside me
upon the bed. When I motioned for Lindsay to hang her head
over the edge of the mattress, she smiled and nodded in response.
"I know what you want to do to me!"
"It's more like... YOU want me to do this to you, honey,"
I corrected her, while dropping my shorts. My shaft, which
was throbbing madly, popped out and wobbled before Lindsay's
appreciative eyes in a truly obscene manner.
"Is that for me?"
"Open up," I teased her, pointing toward her mouth, as she
reclined back on the mattress and placed her neck on its edge,
allowing her head to dangle there as she faced me expectantly.
"I only want to give you what you want most, princess."
The very moment Lindsay opened her lips, I stepped forward
and jammed my cock hard and deep into her willing mouth. Her
eyes wide, she glared up at me and made a gagging noise as I
clutched the side of her head with my right hand. When the
little minx gave me a reassuring nod, it was all systems go.
Lindsay nearly choked as I began to powerfully thrust my
hips back-and-forth in a continual motion, my cock invading
the far reaches of her throat at the same time. This was the
one thing that Lindsay enjoyed perhaps more than anything
else when she and I had sex together. She loved it when I
thumped away at her sweet mouth with my hard, raging cock.
Those eyes of hers were locked upon my face, her breasts
bouncing and flopping about with reckless abandon, as I
burned a trail deep into her throat. I moaned and sighed out
with my own pleasure, which was immense, and clutched the
side of her head as a way to balance and steady myself.
Past experience told me that I could be as hard and as
forceful as I desired whenever I speared Lindsay's mouth
in this manner. The more extreme and powerful I was, it
seemed, the more she enjoyed herself.
When Lindsay reached out and palmed my testicles with
her right hand, I received a quick, sudden burst of energy.
I absolutely hammered her mouth with my pulsing erection.
Every muscle within my body was tight and clenched, and I
was using all of the fiber and strength that I could muster
to appease her. The heated, erotic sensations within me
were multiplying by the second. Soon, I was on overload.
That load, as you may imagine, was pumped directly into
Lindsay's willing mouth. When I sensed the eruption inside
of me, I jammed my cock as far as I could into Lindsay's
throat and then just let myself go. She did a nice job
swallowing and guzzling down my sperm, though a portion of
it billowed up and leaked out of each side of her mouth.
All the while, it felt as though my whole body was going to
spontaneously combust because of all the heat we generated.
Of course, the moans and growls from me were deafening.
When it was over, I withdrew my deflated shaft from her
mouth and took a step back. Somewhat exhausted, I watched
with interested eyes as Lindsay wiped the excess flow of
sperm from her face with her fingertips and licked them dry.
She clearly enjoyed the taste.
The bride-to-be clenched her chin with her right hand
and then opened and closed her mouth in a continual manner.
Obviously, she was stretching her jaws. After the ordeal I
had just put her through, she had ample reason to do so.
"You're okay... aren't you?" I confirmed.
Lindsay looked at me and giggled. "Of course I'm okay!
I wish I could get a mouth-fuck like that every single day!"
She reached up and encircled my hips with both arms, bringing
me closer to her, and nestled her face against my upper thigh.
"Hmmmmm, I love you, Jeremy. I love you so much!"
"I love you too, honey," were my honest words for her. "I
love you more than you'll ever know."
* * *
After taking a very quick shower, the sound of dishes
clattering drew me into the large and spacious kitchen.
Sure enough, Amy - our self-appointed maid and housekeeper
(not to mention one of my three wives) - was at the counter,
whipping eggs. From the entranceway, I stood there for a
brief moment and silently admired her. A true red-headed
ravisher in her own right, Amy was every bit as attractive
as her counterparts in our relationship.
Finding myself unable to resist, I then snuck up behind
Amy, brushed several strands of her immaculate red hair away
from her neck, and nudged my lips to the soft skin behind
her ear. "Good morning," I whispered, reaching around Amy's
torso and placing the palm of my hand across her stomach.
Amy rested the back of her head upon my shoulder and
groaned contently. "Hey, you. Lindsay says you're hungry?"
"Always," I sighed, now taking a moment to breathe in and
luxuriate in the tantalizing scent of Amy. Lavender. Amy
smelled like lavender. And cocoa butter.
"I mean for FOOD," the 32-year-old snickered.
"That too," I nodded.
"Cheese omelet okay? There isn't much else left in the
refrigerator, since we're about to leave for eight days."
"Have I ever told you just how much I love... cheese
omelets?" I asked, but darted out of the kitchen before
she had the opportunity to answer.
"Look what the cat dragged in!" Devon announced in a
peppy, cheerful tone, motioning toward me as I scurried
into the adjacent dining room. Most of the ladies
(including Lindsay, now dressed in a bath robe) glanced up
and offered me friendly smiles and various greetings.
Trish was the first to rise up from the dining room table
and make her way over to me. She offered me a little hug and
cooed, "I heard Krissy and Pamela pretty much wore you last
night, huh? Apparently, you slept for close to 11 hours."
I made a face and flicked my wrist at her. "Psst. I
wore Krissy and Pamela out. Not the other way around."
"Excuse me?" Kristanna countered, suddenly breaking out
into a fit of heated laughter. Seated in a rocking chair
away from the table and nursing our son, Kaden, Kristanna
shook her head and giggled again. "You shouldn't lie like
that, Jeremy. You're not very good at it, you know."
Speaking of beautiful ladies, I glanced over at Pamela,
who seemed more desirable to me than ever before as she held
and rocked our daughter, Piper, in her loving arms. What a
truly wonderful sight - one that I was looking forward to
getting used to over the coming months and years.
But there was something amiss - Pamela had not been the
same since giving birth three weeks ago. Her eyes did not
sparkle like they used to, and the skin beneath them was
shadowed. That was troubling to me. Even more troubling was
that judging by her breakfast plate, Pamela had barely touched
her food. Her appetite had seemingly all but disappeared
since the very moment that Piper was born. Was it a simple,
temporary case of Postpartum Depression like I thought, or
was there something more seriously wrong with Pamela?
"Why don't you eat your food?" I said to her.
Pamela sighed and shook her head in response. "I'm not
hungry, Jeremy." She hugged Piper, whom she had been holding
in her arms, even closer to her and pecked her forehead with
a kiss. "I don't feel well."
"You should get some food into you," Lindsay urged Pamela.
"We have a forever flight in front of us!"
"I'll get something to eat on the airplane."
I sighed as well - a bit exasperated at the situation -
but offered Scarlett a friendly smile and a pat on the wrist
as I sat down next to her at the table. "How are you?"
"Fine."
"Looking forward to visiting the United States?"
"Oh yes," Scarlett answered. "I have always wanted to
travel there, but did not think I would ever get the chance.
My sister and three brothers are all very jealous of me."
Devon watched Pamela for several seconds and frowned, then
looked over at me. I already knew Devon's opinion on the
subject. For the past two weeks, Devon was convinced that
Pamela was battling some sort of clinical depression, and
should have already went to the doctor to find out exactly
what was troubling her. I thought about it, but decided to
wait. If Pamela still seemed downtrodden and moody once we
returned home next week, I was going to push the envelope
and insist that she seek some sort of medical assistance.
"I love you!" Lindsay cooed at Kaden, nearly turned
halfway around in her chair and eyeing him as he continued
to feed. Lindsay was able to catch Kaden's attention long
enough to make him glance over at her and attempt to grab at
her hair with one of his tiny fists. Lindsay giggled and
offered a bigger clump of her hair to Kaden, but he went
right back to his meal. Kaden was a hungry baby.
"Save some of that breastmilk for me!" Lindsay cooed, her
blue eyes now transfixed onto Kristanna.
"Lindsay!" Devon giggled in response.
"Oh, it's gonna be tough to leave this little guy behind,"
Kristanna frowned, dabbing Kaden's face with a towel and then
flipping it back over her shoulder. "At least Momma and Papa
have a web-cam installed for us now, so we can watch Kaden -
and Piper too - on a live video feed during our vacation."
"Neither of you are being forced to go," Trish reminded
Kristanna and Pamela for perhaps the millionth time, as she
moved behind Lindsay and slinked both arms down across her
neck and shoulders. "No one is going to blame you or hold a
grudge if you want to stay and be with your newborn babies."
"Nonsense," Kristanna shot back at Trish, her tone defiant.
"There is NOTHING that would make me miss your wedding with
Lindsay. It will be tough to leave Kaden behind, yes, but I
am doing it for a good cause. The best cause. I am positive
Pamela will tell you the same thing about her and Piper.
Neither of us would miss your wedding for anything."
"Maybe Trish and I should get married in Norway," Lindsay
pouted, her lower lip quivering. "That way, Krissy and
Pamela - and Jeremy too - would not have to leave their
babies behind for seven or eight days."
"You're not getting married here in Norway," Kristanna
told her. "Everything is already set up, Lindsay. Plus, we
are not going to uproot the plans that your family - as well
as Trish's - already has. Pamela and I will be fine. So
will Jeremy. Momma and Papa are well-versed in the routines
of both Kaden and Piper, and will take great care of them.
It will be different and a little nerve-racking at times
having them so far away, but all three of us will be fine."
Suddenly, the aroma of my breakfast omelette - filled with
cheese, mushrooms and jalapeno peppers - wafted up to me. I
glanced toward the kitchen, and smiled as Amy emerged with a
plate and a fresh cup of coffee in hand.
"Here's yours. Be right back."
Amy returned a moment later and settled down on the floor
next to me, holding her own plate across her lap and placing
her glass of orange juice atop a nearby stool.
As a result, I shook my head at her. On occasion, Amy
would find it necessary to try and eat her meals while seated
on the floor beside me, instead of at the dining room table
like a normal human being. Very simply, it was the submissive
in her. She had to eat this way in a prior relationship.
"Get up here," I simply said, my voice strict, as I
motioned with my head for Amy to come closer. When she did -
plate and glass in hand - I pulled her down across my lap and
slipped my right arm around her, and again settled its hand
upon her stomach. Although she was only five weeks pregnant
and showed no visible signs of a baby bump, I loved patting
and caressing Amy there anyway.
Amy purred like a kitten and sighed contently as I brought
a spoonful of her own omelette to her mouth, so she could take
a small bite out of it. Amy then giggled and focused on the
lovely and charming Scarlett in a flirtatious manner, who
proceeded to reach out and caress her kneecap.
"Thank you for the food, sweetheart," I offered, sampling
Amy's omelette by depositing the rest of the spoonful into my
mouth. "Hmmmmm... delicious, as always." Now, it was time
for me to tear into my own omelette like a hungry man.
"Why does your mouth taste like cum?" Trish asked Lindsay,
having just kissed her. When Lindsay glanced over at me and
stifled a laugh, Trish folded her arms and nodded her head as
if a light bulb had just went on inside of it. "Oh, I see,"
Trish offered, her tone insightful.
"No wonder Jeremy came into the dining room moments ago
with that big smile on his face," Scarlett giggled.
I surveyed my surroundings - all seven ladies, as well as
the two infants, then leisurely told Scarlett in response,
"Oh, I have plenty more to smile about than just that..."
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