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Island Fever 3: Matrimony
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 06: "Finale"



   This will never get old, I said to myself, as I lounged
in the first row of pews and simply took in the surroundings
throughout the grand and majestic church where, in just a
few moments, Trish and Lindsay would exchange their vows
and marry each other.  Indeed, I would never grow tired or
become weary of attending a wedding.  This was going to be
the fifth one within our little family in the past 15
months, three of which I had the honor of being the groom at.
All five individual weddings had been monumentally epic and
special in their own right, and I treated them as such.
   I glanced toward the altar and smiled at the collection of
beautiful bridesmaids, each of them wearing elegant red gowns
to match the festive holiday season that was upon us.  There
were eight bridesmaids in total - Christie and Melissa 
(Trish's sisters), as well as Gina, Jennifer and Alison 
(Lindsay's sisters) together on one side, with Devon, Pamela
and Amy on the other.  They were joined by the very lovely
and esteemed Matron of Honor, Kristanna.  All nine ladies
were just bubbling with sheer joy and exuberance for the
occasion.  Like everyone else, they were anxiously awaiting
the two brides to finally make their entrances.
   Kristanna had done a wonderful job in supervising the
placement of the decorations throughout the cathedral.  Lace,
crystals, pearls and beads to linen, candles, centerpieces,
candelabras, flowers and other dry floral arrangements
enhanced the purity of the atmosphere.  At the end of each
pew was an oversized white bow, with orchids and lillies
attached.  The added beauty definitely provided a shine,
shimmer and sparkle to the proceedings.
   About 100 friends and family were present for what promised
to be a truly momentous day.  What made it even more special
was that this was the very same church which Lindsay had
basically grown up in.  Her father, before his unfortunate
passing, was a minister here for 16 years.
   The memories of listening to her father preach to the
congregation in this church every Sunday morning as a
youngster will resound and stay with Lindsay forever.  Now,
instead of singing in the choir and being a small piece of
an otherwise large puzzle, Lindsay (along with Trish) was
the focal point of the mass, and was about to experience
her greatest memory here yet.  This was extraordinary...
   "You look so happy," Scarlett observed, sitting next to me
in the front pew.  The others wanted Scarlett to be one of
the bridesmaids as well, but she politely declined, saying
that she had not been in our relationship long enough to
warrant such an esteemed honor.  Personally, I could not
complain.  Scarlett was keeping me company in the audience.
I was honored to have her next to me, and on my arm.
   "You have no idea how happy I am," were my words for her.
   The two spots on the other side of me were currently
empty, but would soon be occupied by John (Trish's father)
and Leslie (Lindsay's mother).  Both of them were with their
respective daughter at the moment somewhere in the back and
out of sight, but would soon escort them down that aisle.
Alice (Trish's mother) was sitting further down, and had been
fighting back the tears since her other two daughters came
out as bridesmaids and took their place near the main podium.

   When the unmistakable sound of _Only Time_ - an ethereal
and awe-inspiring ballad performed by Irish Celtic musician
Enya - began to serenade the cathedral, I immediately stood
up and focused all of my attention toward the back.  This
particular piece, with its amazing mix of cellos, violins,
strings and voices, was the processional song that Lindsay
wanted to be played while she made her entrance.
   The ballad captures one's attention with a singular note
that lasts 12 seconds in the very beginning and then repeats
the same piano key combination several times throughout, much
like a reassuring, steadfast promise.  _Only Time_ was the
perfect backdrop as I stood and tried to peer over and
between the heads of the others in attendance, desperately
wanting to catch my first glimpse of Lindsay.  Where was she?
I did not see her.  There!... a fleeting, split-second peek.
White veil, blonde hair, a...
   "Oh.  My.  GOD..." I gasped out loud, as Scarlett squealed
in delight and hopped about like a bunny rabbit.
   I fully expected Lindsay to look absolutely stunning and
marvelous in her bridal gown - after all, this was _her_ day -
but I felt a very sharp, definite reaction down to my very
core once I got my first full glance of her.  A happy and
glowing vision of pure, eternal light, Lindsay appeared to be
nothing less than... an angel.  Definitely not of this world.
She was my angel.  She was Trish's angel.  She was OUR angel.
   Arm-in-arm with her mother, Lindsay's smile was brighter
than ever before as she began to make the meticulously slow and
deliberate walk down the aisle.  Her bridal dress, its color
a heavenly white, was a slim, tapered, curve-hugging design
that followed the line of her hips and thighs, and flared
out dramatically below the knees.  An off-the-shoulder gown,
it was complimented nicely by a long, free-flowing veil, a
fluffy feather pinned to her shoulder and the bouquet of
roses she was clutching in her left hand.  All of those
items were the same color as her lovely gown, white.
   Lindsay's exquisite blonde hair looked better than I had
ever seen it, too.  Professionally done, her hair was parted
on the left and partially pinned-up in back, with several
loose, curly ringlets cascading over and across her right
shoulder (but not her left) in front.
   When _Only Time_ - the Celtic ballad that I found so
incredibly moving - was nearing its end, Lindsay had finally
made her way to where I was standing in the front row of the
cathedral.  Guided by her mother, Lindsay, who had been
looking straight ahead toward the altar the entire time,
flashed me a charming nod and actually made eye contact as
she slowly passed me by.  "This is awesome!" she exclaimed,
though her voice was barely audible.
   In an unexpected twist, I felt myself beginning to tear up
and become emotional.  I was so very _proud_ of Lindsay and
the great strides that she had made as a human being in the
17 months we had known each other, and been together.
   At one point - very early on in our relationship - I
actually thought of Lindsay as greedy, self-centered and,
worst of all, uncaring.  Oh, how wrong I was.  It took a
little time, but Lindsay was now completely irreplaceable to
me.  I loved her more than words could ever say.  I could
not imagine living one second of my life without her in it.
   Perhaps it was the protective nature and fatherly instinct
that I felt for Lindsay (but did not like to admit to having,
simply because it sounded eerie) that caused me to become
all teary-eyed and emotional as I watched her take her place
at the altar.  I was twice her age, right?  Old enough to be
her father?  I know for a fact that I had helped ease the
massive void - even if just a tiny bit - that had been in
Lindsay's life since her father passed away two years ago.
Dear God... how many times had she come to me simply seeking
advice, like most college-aged girls do from their father?
I was the one man she looked up to and respected more than any
other.  Out of all of the wonderful women in my life, I felt
the need to shield and _protect_ Lindsay more than any other.
She was my little baby.  She was... like a daughter to me.
   "It's okay, dad," Scarlett whispered in my ear, obviously
knowing what I was going through at the moment.  How many
times had Devon told Scarlett - as well as all of the others -
that in many ways, I was like a father to Lindsay?  Really,
I could not deny it.
   Lindsay appeared cool, calm and collected as she stood at
the altar and exchanged warm greetings with her bevy of
bridesmaids.  Some of them even snagged quick hugs from her.
My heart was fluttering within my chest as I watched her.
It seemed as if my feet were not touching the floor; I was
floating.  Yes, floating.  I was so happy and... proud.
   When the piano chords of the next song began to play, I
turned and again focused on the back of the cathedral.  I
was not very familiar with this tune - _I Will Love You_ by
Fisher - but it was a beautiful piece with lyrics that seemed
to fit Trish's feelings for Lindsay to an absolute tee.  For
tonight, this song was Trish's bridal processional theme.
   A truly luscious, captivating woman in her own right,
Trish was positively glowing and looking more splendid than
ever in a lacey ivory gown, also of the off-the-shoulder
variety.  She had a silky brown sash tied at her midriff,
then the lower half of the dress began to billow-out and
dangle in lovely ruffles all the way down to the floor.
   Trish's thick and healthy brown hair was tied up into an
attractive bun, and she had a white lily flower pinned to it.
No one could possibly rip that smile from her face tonight.
This was, without a doubt, the happiest moment of Trish's
life.  But things would soon get even better...
   I quickly thought back to the origins of the relationship
that Trish shared with Lindsay.  Her protector and guardian
long before me, Trish helped Lindsay acclimate herself to her
new surroundings during their first few days on the island.
She also shielded her from some of the others - most notably
Amy and Camille - who found it amusing to tease and pester
Lindsay, due to her very naive and innocent nature.
   Trish ultimately helped take Lindsay's virginity (with me
included), but then their relationship seemed to go south.
Lindsay was scared of commitment at such a young age, while
Trish, 12 years her senior at 30, was already talking about
marriage with her.  It drove a massive wedge between them
and, much to Trish's chagrin, Lindsay did not even speak to
her for an entire month.
   But a wonderful thing happened when Lindsay was supposed to
leave the island for good, and return home to her family in
Ohio.  With all of the love and compassion that she saw around
her on a daily basis, Lindsay suddenly realized that a
commitment - even at the tender age of 18 - to our particular
group and lifestyle was the right decision for her to make in
life.  Truth be told, she would have been crazy to walk away
from what we - Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Amy and yours truly
at the time - could offer her.  Lindsay committed to us and
quickly reconciled with Trish.  The rest... is history.
   When Trish walked by me in the picturesque cathedral, she
giggled and reached out to touch my arm in a show of love
and acknowledgment, but her gaze was solely locked on
Lindsay.  And why not?  Once her father, John, escorted her
to the main podium, Trish dutifully positioned herself so
everyone in attendance could clearly see, then turned toward
Lindsay and offered a very deep, anxious breath.  Her
penultimate moment in life was about to happen...
   "I love you," Lindsay, just beaming, whispered at her.
   "I love you too, honey," Trish reciprocated, which caused
Scarlett to grasp my hand next to me and squeeze firmly.  My
spine was tingling with positive vibrations.  Even Kristanna
had to wipe a tear away from her eye.  Pamela had not smiled
this much since she and I got married ourselves.
   The officiant for the ceremony was Pastor Ryan, who had
known Lindsay since she was a young child.  I have included
just a few of the many highlights from the wedding...

                           * * *

   "Welcome everyone.  We are gathered here today to celebrate
and share in the happiness of Patricia Anne [Last Name] and
Lindsay Michelle [Last Name].  Family and friends are the most
important people in the world to both Patricia - or Trish, as
she prefers, and Lindsay.  You all have been invited here to be
a part of the coming together of these two separate lives, these
two people filled with love for each other.  They acknowledge
and honor the love that you have given them over the years."
   "Your presence here blesses the beginning of their marriage.
For this is their wedding day; the miraculous day when two
separate lives join together in a union older than recorded
history, carrying with it the reverence of countless
generations and cultures the world over.  People in all places
at all times have witnessed in awe what you will witness here
tonight - two people who become one union, transformed by
their undying love and devotion for each other."
   "Actually, your role is more than merely being witnesses.
You represent the people who will know Trish and Lindsay as a
married couple.  The hopes, desires, beliefs and vision that
you bring to this experience today will help form the
foundation of their married life together.  So, as
participants to this wonderful celebration union, Trish and
Lindsay ask that you continue to give them your love and your
support, and that you affirm the ever-growing love that they
have for each other in your own hearts."
   "Marriage is a sacred bond to be entered into only after
considerable thought and reflection.  As with any aspect of
life, marriage has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its
trials and its triumphs.  A couple who wed are joined not
only by the mutual affection and love they share, but also
by their hopes, dreams and by their resolve, come what may,
to remain together through time."
   "The promises and vows that they make together shall aid
them in this pursuit, and guide them into their common
future.  Therefore this wedding is more than a celebration
of the love which resides in Trish and Lindsay’s hearts
tonight.  It reaches into the future and proclaims their
intentions for that which tomorrow shall hold, fixing like a
star on the horizon their worthy goal."
   "A marriage ceremony represents one of life’s greatest
commitments, but also is a declaration of love.  The Apostle
Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians contains some of the
most beautiful words ever written about love:"
   "_If I have not love, then I am nothing..._"
   "Love is patient and kind; never jealous or envious, never
boastful or proud, never haughty, or selfish, or rude.  Love
does not demand its own way.  It is not irritable, or touchy.
Love makes no record of wrongs and will hardly even notice
when others do it wrong.  Love rejoices not with evil, but
rejoices whenever truth wins out."
   "If you love someone, you will be loyal to them, no matter
the cost.  You will always believe in them, always expect the
best of them, and always stand your ground in defending them."
   "Love’s faith, hope, and patience never fail.  It bears all
things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all
things.  Love is eternal.  These three remain; faith, hope,
and love; but the greatest of these is love."
   "Trish and Lindsay, before you make your promises to each
other, I would like to take a moment and speak of some of the
things that all of us wish for you."
   "First, we wish a love for you that makes both of you
happy people, that continues to give you a joy and a zest for
living through the years."
   "We wish for you that the vision you have of one another at
this moment will never be dimmed.  We wish that your vision of
each other will deepen and grow in respect and love.  We wish
that this vision will expand in peace and harmony so that your
home is blessed, and your larger circle of friends and
acquaintances is blessed.  May it be that the power of your
loving marriage expands and contributes to greater peace for
the whole world."
   "Finally, Trish and Lindsay, we wish that throughout your
life together you will individually be able to love yourselves
more deeply because you are treasured by your mate, and that
you come to see the light in everyone more easily because you
can see the light so clearly in your beloved."
   "Others would ask, at this time, who gives Lindsay in
marriage, but, as a woman is not property to be bought and
sold, given and taken, I ask simply if she comes of her own
free will and if she has her family’s blessing."
   "Lindsay, is it true that you come here today of your own
free will and accord?“
   "Yes, it is true."
   "With whom do you come, and whose blessings accompany you?"
   Lindsay's mother, Leslie, stepped forward and tearfully
declared, "She comes with me and the spirit of her father -
may God rest his soul - and is accompanied by all of her
family and friends' blessings."
   "Thank you, Mrs. [Last Name].  Your husband - Donald - was
a great man and dear friend of mine, and an even better
father to your four beautiful daughters."  Leslie began
openly sobbing as the pastor added, "May God rest his soul."
   "Lindsay, will you love Trish, comfort her, honor and
keep her all the days of your journey?"
   "I will," she said, but only after checking on Leslie and
trying to help settle her down.
   "Trish, have you come here today of your own free will to
take Lindsay to be your wife, that you may live together as
equal partners sharing all that life has to offer?”
   "I have.”
   "Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her all the
days of your journey?”
   "I will.”
   "Living by these promises that you make today, Trish and
Lindsay, may your future be blessed even beyond that which
all of those who are gathered here, who love you both so
dearly, would dare to wish for you.”
   "Since ancient times, people have communed with nature to
learn more about themselves by example.  Since it is within
nature that we all do abide, we ask for Trish and Lindsay the
blessings of Nature’s Elements - Air, Fire, Water and Earth.
We do this that they may fully come to understand the lessons
that each element has to offer.  The attributes of which are
examples of those aspects they mirror not only within
divinity, but within ourselves as well.”
   "We ask the Spirits of Air to keep open the lines of
communication between this couple.  May their future be as
bright as the dawn on the horizon.  As Air flows freely to
and from and through us all, may their hearts and minds and
souls come to know the world and each other in this manner.
Seeing not only with their eyes, may they together grow wise
with wisdom."
   "Spirits of Fire, we ask that Trish and Lindsay's passion
for each other and for life itself remain ever strong and
vital, fortifying each day with a vibrancy rooted in boldness,
and courage.  As Fire clears the way for new growth, may they
know that this power is theirs: to create change and bring
about the richness and quality that comes with a love of life."
   "We ask the Spirits of Water, that their love for each
other and the comfort of loved ones, like the serenity of the
deep blue ocean, be the oasis that forever surrounds this
endearing couple.  May they be well loved, and love well,
letting the surety with which Water makes its journey to
the sea, flowing over rocks or around trees, even turning
into vapor and riding a cloud, ever serve as a reminder that
with love all is well and will endure."
   "Spirits of Earth, we ask that you give unto those you see
standing before you this day, the rock-solid place to stand
and fulfill their destiny.  May their journey mirror the vast
planes and fertile fields, expansive and alive.  May they
find the right seeds to sow to ensure a bountiful harvest.
And when they look up at the Northern Star, may they know
that it is as bright and constant as their love for each
other, as well as the love of the divine is for them."
   "A circle is the symbol of the sun and the earth and the
universe.  It is a symbol of holiness and of perfection, and
of peace.  In these wedding rings it is the symbol of unity,
in which your lives are now joined in one unbroken circle,
in which, wherever you go, you will always return to one
another and to your togetherness."
   "The circle is one of nature’s simplest forms.  The arc
of the rainbow, the halo of the moon and the smallest of
raindrops simulate the circle.  Even when a stone is cast
upon a pond, it generates waves in ever expanding circles.
Consider this marriage as being two stones meeting the water
simultaneously.  The ensuing waves interlock, and the growth
of the enlarging circles show the combined energies of the
lives of Trish and Lindsay.  The joining of these two lives
will be symbolized in the exchange of wedding rings."
   "Trish, I have not the right to bind you to Lindsay; only
you have this right.  If it is your wish, say so at this time
and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand."
   "It is my wish," Trish nodded, slipping the ring onto
Lindsay's finger.
   "Lindsay, I have not the right to bind you to Trish; only
you have this right.  If it is your wish, say so at this time
and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand."
   "It is my wish," Lindsay cooed, her body trembling.
   "Trish, as it is your wish for Lindsay to be bound to you,
repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is
in your heart?"
   "I, Trish, take you, Lindsay - to be my beloved wife - to
have and to hold - to honor you - to treasure you - to be at
your side in sorrow and in joy - in sickness and in health -
to love and cherish you always - 'til death do us part."
   "Lindsay, as it is your wish for Trish to be bound to you,
repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is
in your heart?"
   "I, Lindsay, take you Trish - to be my wife, my partner in
life and my one true love - I will cherish our friendship and
love you today, tomorrow and forever - I will trust you and
honor you - I will laugh with you and cry with you - I will
love you faithfully - through the best and the worst -
through the difficult and the easy - whatever may come I will
always be there - as I have given you my hand to hold - so
too I give you my life to keep - so help me God."
   "Trish and Lindsay, although I am officiating here today,
it is not truly within my power to sanctify, legitimize or
bless your relationship in any way, because the two of you
have already done that yourselves.  So, by joining hands
right now and looking into each other's eyes, let it be known
from this point forward that you are joined - body and soul -
in this lifetime, and that this bond is sacred and eternal."
   "And now that you have stood before witnesses of Heaven
and Earth, and exchanged these rings and these vows, and have
agreed to be married according to the laws of the state of
Ohio, it gives me great pleasure to pronounce that you are now
what your hearts have always known you to be - wife and wife."
   "You may now seal your blessed union with a kiss."
   "Shhhhh, Jeremy," Scarlett consoled me, clutching my arm,
as I openly wept throughout various portions of the ceremony.
Try as I might, but I could not help it.  Neither could
Leslie, or Trish's parents too, for that matter.  So, I did
not feel alone.  Lindsay was like a daughter to me, right?

                           * * *

   The wedding reception would take place at a formal banquet
center about 10 miles from the church.  After intermingling
with their guests in the front lobby of the cathedral, Trish
and Lindsay were all smiles as they went through the process
of posing for the wedding photographs.  Both of them just
seemed so incredibly overjoyed and happy...
   When previously talking with the planners via web-cam over
a month ago, the one thing that Trish specifically asked for
in terms of the reception were cyclamen centerpieces.  She
explained that they felt more like Christmas to her, without
actually screaming Christmas like poinsettias might.  Aside
from that, Trish (as well as Lindsay) gave a general idea of
what they had in mind and wanted for the reception.  Both of
them seemed confident in the planners and what they could do,
and the end result was nothing short of spectacular.
   The planners arranged ruffy-edged cyclamen and miniature
pine cones in a variety of white vases made by a local
ceramicist.  Each place was set with a pom-pom trimmed dinner
napkin and a pine cone rosette, and small votive candles cast
a warm glow across the tables.  Menus were printed in stylish
calligraphy with each individual guest's name at the top, and
even included a hand-glittered wreath.
   When guests arrived, they were greeted with their choice
of drink and passed hors d’oeuvres - seared beef crostini with
horseradish cream, pork tenderloin sliders with spicy slaw,
tuna poke with cucumber, fall vegetable antipasti with truffle
cheese, or french fry cones.  There were special sampler
plates made for Trish and Lindsay so that once they arrived,
they could taste everything.
   There was no receiving line, so Trish and Lindsay walked
around to each table during dinner to again greet and thank
all of the guests for coming.  Somehow, they still found time
to sit down and eat their meals.  Personally, I opted for the
cheese toast with tomato fondue, little gem caesar salad, and
ricotta gnocchi with fall squash, grilled lemon, sage and
toasted hazelnuts.  Everything was delicious!
   For dessert, there was an ample amount of choices - coffee
crunch trifle, miniature coconut cupcakes, passion fruit curd
on a tiny macaroon, white chocolate choux puffs, eggnog and
doughnuts with rum, gingerbread cookies and peppermint bark.
And of course, there was the wedding cake itself, decorated
with simple white buttercream and cyclamen flowers made of
sugar.  There were two tiers of lemon sponge cake with lemon
curd and two tiers of mahogany cake (chocolate layer cake
with chocolate hazelnut truffle cream).
   All eyes were on Trish and Lindsay once they went out for
the traditional first dance of the evening.  To the uplifting
beat of Christina Perri's _A Thousand Years_, the love and
affection that Trish and Lindsay felt for each other took
center stage as they swayed together in a slow, tender dance.
The expressions across their faces... they were so _HAPPY_!
Again, I began to feel really emotional.
   The second dance included Trish and her father, John, as
well as Lindsay and her mother, Leslie.  Home movies of
Lindsay's father played on the big projector screen as a
touching tribute to him.  At Lindsay's insistence, I came
out next and danced with both her and Trish.  After that,
the floor was open to anyone who wanted to be on it.
   When it was time for the traditional bouquet toss, all of
the single women in attendance lined up for the opportunity
to catch it from Trish.  Who was the lucky lady?  Why, it
was Scarlett, of course.  Who else could it have been?
   Since this was anything but your typical wedding with two
women marrying each other, Lindsay completed the other half
of the time-honored ritual by removing Trish's garter and
then simply tossing it to me.  I secured it around my right
forearm and planned on keeping it there for the remainder of
the party.  Why would I take it off?
   Rumors later began to swirl (albeit only amongst Kristanna,
Devon, Pamela, Amy, Scarlett and myself) that during a lull in
the dancing, Lindsay snuck off to the ladies' room with Trish
in tow, and they shared a _quickie_ together.  I did not doubt
it for an instant.  During every wedding reception we had
attended thus far, Lindsay snuck off at one time or another
during the proceedings and had sex with one of the girls.  It
was quickly becoming her own personal, patented trademark.
   I was a busy man on the dance floor all evening, though,
devoting time to all three of my wives, as well as Devon and
Scarlett, and of course Trish and Lindsay themselves.  I also
danced with the two mothers, and the five sisters.
   I was especially happy that Pamela seemed to be in high
spirits throughout the evening thus far.  No, I was not about
to claim that after taking _Celexa_ for a mere four days, it
was already having a good and positive effect on her.  Pamela
would need to take the medication for several weeks before
there was any noticeable change in her everyday mood and
demeanor as it pertained to her bout of Postpartum Depression.
   Rather, I chalked Pamela up to being more like her normal
self - at least for tonight - simply because it would have
been _impossible_ for anyone to feel any sort of negativity
with this atmosphere.  I cannot stress enough just how much
cheer and euphoria there was in the air tonight.
   "Plus, I cannot wait to fly back home in the morning, so I
can see Piper," Pamela told me during one of our countless
slow dances.  Needless to say, I was looking forward to being
reunited with Piper (as well as Kaden) as quickly as possible
myself.  I missed my two little newborn children!

   I should also point out that another person who was in
attendance - for both the wedding itself and the reception
afterward - was my very own mother.  Unbelievable, huh?
   Somehow, I mustered the courage and finally fessed up to
her (earlier today) about the true nature of the life that I
led.  Not only was I married to Kristanna, I explained to my
mother in great detail, but also Pamela and Amy.  And in five
days, I was going to wed Lindsay overseas in Norway.  And, I
had three other girlfriends, too - Trish, Amy and Scarlett.  
As a group, the eight of us lived together and were all in 
love.  We were happy.  We were _beyond_ happy.
   "Oh, and Mom?  You have a granddaughter too, in addition
to your grandson.  She is such an angel.  Her name is Piper,
and I would love for you to meet her someday very soon.  She
is Pamela's biological daughter - not Kristanna's.  I am so 
sorry for not telling you about all of this until now."
   My mother, all 73 years strict old-school, old-fashioned
of her, was in a daze when I laid out the elicit truth for
her.  She did not even know that I was still in town when I
showed up at her doorstep and said there was something that
I needed to discuss with her.  She was under the impression
that Kristanna and I had already flew back home.
   My mother was hurt and angry that I had not been upfront
and honest with her about my relationships.  She was also
confused, and wondered why I wanted and/or needed seven
different women in my life.  "Kristanna is such a nice,
clean girl.  She is a good girl.  Why would you possibly
want anyone other than her in your life?"
   I tried to be as thorough and as honest as I could with
my mother.  In the end, she still could not come to grips
and comprehend everything that I had explained to her.  She
was so set in her traditional ways that it would take days,
if not weeks or even months, for everything to fully sink in 
and register.  But, I ultimately got what I needed more than 
anything else from my mother right now.  Validation.
   "You're my son, Jeremy, and I trust you enough to support
and stand by the decisions that you have made in life."  I
just broke down and started crying right then and there; the
MOST MASSIVE weight had just been lifted from my shoulders.
"I may not agree with your decisions, but I stand by them."
   "You just better make it so I get to meet my granddaughter
soon," she went onto tell me.  "And I will be with you in 
Norway when Amy gives birth to my next grandchild."
   What shocked me was that my mother actually insisted on 
attending Trish and Lindsay's wedding.  I reluctantly brought 
her along, and then she opted to stay for the reception.  My 
mother even sat and talked with all seven of the ladies in my 
life, some of them in one-on-one settings.
   She also had a long talk with Lindsay's mother, Leslie,
and I am quite certain they compared notes, so to speak,
concerning the bombshells we had dropped on them.  A year
ago, Lindsay first informed her own family about the true,
sordid details of our relationship, and the path she had 
chosen.  It took a long time, but Leslie eventually accepted 
and even embraced the happy life that her daughter led.
   Kristanna, needless to say, was overjoyed.  I had finally
listened to her, and come clean with my mother.  No more did
Kristanna and I have to hide and alter the truth around her.  
We could simply be ourselves from this point forward.

   As the hours passed by and the time eclipsed midnight,
several of the guests at the reception had already filed out
and went back home, or to their hotel rooms.  Leslie was
especially tired, and checked out with Gina, Jennifer and
Alison at around 12:30am - but not before promising to find
us at the airport tomorrow morning and seeing us and our
private jet off.  I arranged for a limousine to take my
mother back to her own home.
   Trish's contingent of family (parents, grandparents and
sisters) departed shortly thereafter, thus leaving Trish,
Lindsay, the other ladies in our relationship, and yours
truly as the only non-employees remaining at the banquet
hall.  The eight of us - our little family - sat at the
center table for well over an hour and just talked; sharing
idle chit-chat and plenty of laughter.

   I truly was the luckiest man alive.

                           * * *

   I am a firm believer that when it comes to a wedding night
and the sexual celebration afterward, the husband and wife (or
in this case, the wife and wife) should spend the evening
alone together.  I mean, how many people actually have sex
with someone other than their spouse on their wedding night?
Ours was a unique relationship, indeed, but the two spouses
being together on their wedding night - with no one else
invited - was one bit of normalcy that I strived on keeping.
It just seemed natural to me that such an important evening
should be, sexually speaking, limited to those two people.
   When Kristanna and I were married, I was adamant that she
and I would spend the evening alone.  I simply did not want
to share in something so special, no matter how much I loved
and cared for the others.
   The same thing happened when I married Amy, as well as
Pamela.  A few of the other ladies were upset, but I insisted
that the night together be spent in a one-on-one setting.
When Kristanna and Devon wed each other earlier this year,
they made certain there was no one else around to interrupt
their evening together, either.  It just seemed right.
   As for this particular wedding and occasion, though, the
ideals were different.  Lindsay anointed herself as the one
in charge (it was her wedding, after all), and there was
only one thing that she wanted once we returned to the hotel
following the reception.
   "I want to be gang-banged!"
   With Trish in agreement, there was no point in arguing or
trying to protest the decision.  Plus, how could I disappoint
or upset Lindsay on her wedding night?  Lindsay was so hyper
and over-sexed tonight that the only possible way she could
be satisfied was for all seven of us to gang up and have sex
with her at once.  Even so, she would probably wind up wanting
more before the evening was all said and done.
   "I want you to have me tonight, too," Pamela then told me.
Of course, the last time Pamela and I had sex (or rather,
attempted to) was one week ago back home in Norway.  It was
during the three-some with Kristanna where, toward the end,
Pamela got cold feet and did not want me to penetrate her.
At the time, Pamela was only three weeks out from giving
birth to Piper, and her doctor previously suggested that she
wait a full month before resuming full sexual activity in
order not to risk any medical complications.
   "We're at four weeks now, Jeremy," Pamela added.  "It's
GO TIME!  I want you to take me tonight."
   "Save me some!" Kristanna gushed.

   I was given a taste of things to come as while in the hotel
elevator going up to our suite, Lindsay was already on her
knees and offering me a spirited round of fellatio, with the
other six ladies also groping and kissing one another at
random in a wild mish-mash of luscious female flesh.  Oh, I
am quite certain that whomever was monitoring the elevator's
security camera that evening had an interesting story or two
to share with his or her friends once they got off of work.
   "TAKE ME!" Lindsay soon roared at Trish, as once I finally
got the door to our hotel room unlocked and open, everyone
burst inside.  In response, Trish immediately grabbed Lindsay
by the shoulders and literally tossed her onto the pull-out
sofa bed in the middle of the main room.  Trish pounced on
top of her, of course, and then it was off to the races.
   I watched the two ladies, still looking splendid in their
bridal gowns, roll around repeatedly and madly kiss each other
with wild, reckless abandon upon the mattress.  Kristanna and
Amy soon went over to the bed and climbed atop it, content (if
just for the moment) to simply be close and watch the rabid,
newlywed couple do their carnal thing.
   When Devon brought her hand to my shirt collar and began
to forcefully tear and yank on it, Pamela undid my belt and
forged both my tuxedo slacks and briefs downward.  I managed
to reach around Pamela with my right arm and latch onto her
beautiful, round ass.  She nudged herself close against me
and curled her right leg around my hip, then moved her lips
to mine for a needful kiss.
   "We gotta get you out of that dress," I heard Trish say
to Lindsay.  I glanced over and noticed that Scarlett had
joined Kristanna and Amy on the bed, and all three, along
with Trish, dutifully helped Lindsay out of her bridal gown.
Lindsay's curves and beauty were on display in a strapless
corset, its color white, along with a matching G-string and
thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt attached.  It was 
not all that often that I saw Lindsay in lingerie like this;
I should have taken a picture!  Soon, I knew that the ladies 
would strip Lindsay completely naked and bare.
   Once Devon ripped and popped all of my shirt buttons to
oblivion, she opened the garment in front and moved her lips
in close proximity to mine.  Pamela was still kissing me, but
quickly got the idea and backed off, allowing Devon to slide
in and move her own mouth to mine for a savory exchange.
   It did not last for long, however, because Devon broke the
kiss, obviously feeling the need to share one with Pamela.
With those two now trading tongues, I watched Lindsay grunt
and squeal in passionate delight as her set of bridal lingerie
was literally shredded away from her body.
   I tossed my head back and sighed as Devon dropped to her
knees and, in one full, easy swoop, engulfed my hard, aching
erection into her mouth.  My neck fully exposed, Pamela
nuzzled her lips upon its sensitive skin and playfully
nibbled away.  Sounds of needful hunger began to emanate from
deep within Devon's throat as her blonde head was now bobbing
back-and-forth upon my pulsating cock.
   Meanwhile, Trish was on her elbows and knees - her lush,
perfect backside perched high in the air - with her face
absolutely buried between Lindsay's quivering thighs.  When
Kristanna hiked the hem of Trish's own bridal gown up past
her waist, Amy took hold of her panties and abruptly pulled
them down, and off.  Scarlett idly sat by and held Lindsay's
hand, watching Trish lick her pussy into an all-out frenzy.
   "Come down here and get some, Pamela," Devon cooed,
reaching up and grabbing at her wrist for emphasis.
   Pamela complied, first dropping to one knee, then the
other, and quickly took my cock into her right hand when it
was offered to her.  Both ladies looked up at me with wide,
adoring eyes as Pamela began to pump and stroke me off,
while Devon took one of my testicles into her velvety
mouth and slurped on it lovingly.  I inhaled a deep breath 
and sighed, quickly becoming lost in the sensations.
   "Suck it, baby," Devon encouraged her.
   Pamela's luminous brown eyes stayed totally locked on
mine as she slipped my cock between those amazing lips and
then went to work on it.  I felt dizzy and light-headed as
Devon soon focused on my other testicle, worshiping it with 
her own lips and tongue.  I reached down and placed either 
hand on both of their faces at the same time.  What I 
received in return was two expressions of total love and
affection (not to mention the continued stimulation).
   Kristanna had the cheeks of Trish's ass spread far apart,
and she was busy lapping away at her pussy with her tongue.
Scarlett was helping Amy out of her bridesmaid gown, while
Lindsay writhed in sweet ecstasy upon the bed due to Trish's
expert oral ministrations.
   Devon and Pamela now had my cock out in the open air, and
both were swiping away at it with their tongues.  Of course,
those tongues continued to meet and slide across one another
for a little extra, added pleasure.  Pamela nuzzled her nose
in tight against my pelvis and giggled playfully, before
bringing a hand to my hip and holding it there.
   Over on the pull-out sofa bed, Amy was on her knees behind
Scarlett, her arms wrapped around her torso and both hands
cupping and squeezing her breasts.  Scarlett turned her face
to look up at Amy, then shared a pleasurable kiss with her.
Scarlett was going to enjoy a very long and pleasurable 
future with us.  I was going to see to it personally.
   Kristanna offered Trish's ass a series of playful swats
and smacks with both hands as she continued to serenade her
clitoris and labia with her tongue.  Becoming more aroused
with every passing second, Lindsay's blue eyes flashed with
hot, wanton desire as she stared up at Kristanna.
   "I want you to spank ME!" she demanded.
   "Oh, trust me, honey," Kristanna grinned.  "I will."
   "You need to break out the belt for her," Amy snickered.
   "I'm going to break out a lot more than just the belt for
Lindsay before this night is through," Kristanna promised.
   Amy was able to undo the zipper in the back of Scarlett's
gown and literally peel its top from her shoulders and chest,
allowing it to bunch together near her waist.  Then, Amy went
to work on Scarlett's silky, white bra.
   "You take it, baby," Devon said to Pamela.  "I want you
to have it.  You've been through a lot since your baby was
born.  You deserve to have it."
   With that as her cue, Pamela gripped my shaft with one
hand and leaned forward, placing it back into her mouth and
sealing her lips tightly around it.  She started with a
good, rhythmic motion, and looked up at me for approval.
   "Oh God, Pamela..." was all I could mutter in response.
Soon, it got to be too much for me to handle.  With a grunt,
my cock erupted and I began pumping my sperm into Pamela's
mouth.  She withdrew my shaft, but extended her tongue and
allowed the final two laser shots to blast her there.
   Pamela waited until I had fully emptied my load, only to
shake the last, gooey bit of juice from my cock.  She opened
her mouth wide and swished the thick, creamy goodness around,
using her tongue to play with it and showing it off to Devon
in the process.  Eventually, Pamela took a big gulp and
swallowed the sperm.  It went down her throat easily.
   "You better have more for me before this evening is
finished," Pamela warned me, her voice both playful and
stern at the same time.  "I want your cock in me later."
   "Oh God, baby, I love you so much!" Trish exclaimed with
sheer, unadulterated joy, as she slid up Lindsay's body and
met her lips for a wild kiss.  I could easily tell that
Lindsay had just experienced the first of what would most
assuredly be many orgasms for her this evening.  Her climax
(courtesy of Trish's probing tongue) must have happened at the
same time when I was spurting my semen into Pamela's mouth.
   "I want to kiss and lick every square inch of your body!"
Trish cried at Lindsay, both ladies still locked in a kiss.
Trish's own lust began to totally spiral out of control.  "I
want to DEVOUR you!  Just swallow you whole!"
   "Oh my..." I groaned as beneath me, Devon and Pamela were
still on their knees and now holding hands as they shared
their own round of kisses.  Devon even brought Pamela into
her lap and cuddled with her for some extra closeness.
   With her eyes turned in our direction, Kristanna slinked
off of the bed and then crawled on her hands and knees over
toward us.  She stopped once reaching Devon and Pamela, and
the smile on her face was beaming.
   "I want to see your beautiful body," Kristanna said to
Pamela, gently yanking on her bridesmaid gown.  Devon nodded
her head in agreement as Kristanna continued, "Can we take
your dress off, honey, so we can be reminded of just how
beautiful your body truly is?"
   "I want to see it," Devon breathed.
   Pamela, of course, had been battling a myriad of issues
since she gave birth four weeks ago.  One of them was that
for the first time in her entire life, she was overweight -
25 pounds to be exact.  Pamela was very self-conscious about
her current weight and figure; she just dreaded the idea of
being put side-by-side amongst the other ladies (all of whom
were physically fit and at or near their optimal weight) and
thinking that she was being compared to them.
   "I haven't seen you naked since the night before little
Piper was born," Amy chimed in, also crawling from the bed on
her hands and knees, and stopping just in front of Pamela.
Amy then pouted at her, saying, "You've been keeping yourself
under wraps for way too long."  She pecked her on the cheek
and pleaded with her, "Let me see..."
   It was obvious that Pamela was suddenly experiencing a
good amount of uneasiness and trepidation right now.  Aside
from the three-some she had last week with Kristanna and
yours truly - a three-some that really stalled and fizzled
out midway through - it was true that Pamela had kept her
body and its many charms under complete lock and key from
everyone since the moment she gave birth.
   When Pamela glanced over at Trish and Lindsay, both of
them were seated upon the mattress and looking directly back
at her.  Scarlett had already dropped to her hands and knees
beside the bed, and seemed anxious as well.
   "Let us worship your body," Trish told Pamela.
   "And make you cum repeatedly!" Lindsay playfully squealed.
   "Okay," Pamela relented, taking a deep breath.  Pamela
must have realized that she was with the circle of people
who loved her more than anything, and who would never judge
or demean her in any negative way.  All these ladies (as
well as myself) wanted was to make Pamela feel pleasure and
excitement tonight.  Most of all, however, we simply wanted
Pamela to be back to her normal, everyday self, where these
issues of self-doubt, depression and overall anxiety which
had plagued her for the past month were no longer there.
   And really, no one cared or even had a thought that she
was 25 pounds overweight at the moment.
   "Hmmmmm, I love you!" Kristanna cooed at Pamela, snagging
a quick kiss from her.  "And your mouth tastes like Jeremy's
cock."  Pamela giggled and even blushed for a split-second
as Kristanna teased her, "I saw you sucking on it earlier."
   "Did it taste good?" Amy chuckled, momentarily glancing
at me and my drained, flaccid shaft.
   "You know it did," Pamela squeaked.
   "Let's get this thing off of you," Kristanna murmured,
reaching around Pamela's torso and undoing the zipper in the
back of her bridesmaid gown.  Amy peeled the front portion of
the dress down to Pamela's midriff, exposing her bra-clad
breasts in the process, while Devon nuzzled her face in that
massive, scrumptious cleavage.
   "Titties!" Kristanna giggled once Amy unsnapped Pamela's
bra in back and removed it.
   "I always feel better whenever I get to stick my face
between Pamela's breasts!" Devon giggled.
   "Bring her over here," Lindsay insisted, gently bouncing
up-and-down upon the mattress in anticipation.
   Once disposing of the gown, Kristanna and Devon helped
Pamela to her feet, then slowly guided her over toward the
pull-out sofa bed.  Once there, Trish and Lindsay pulled her
down to the mattress beside them.  Pamela settled in with a
moan and sigh, then Kristanna and Devon each descended upon
a breast and began to work it over with their lips and tongue.
   "Hi baby," Lindsay grinned at Pamela, tilting her head down
and kissing her.  "So glad you could make it!"
   "I'm so proud of you," Pamela offered, squeezing Lindsay's
hand for emphasis.  "I'm so very proud of you tonight..."
   "Get this off of you," Trish whispered, using both hands
to slide Pamela's silky white panties down her hips, and off.
   "I love you!" Lindsay beamed at her.
   "I love you too, honey," Pamela reciprocated, her tone a
bit strained, as she squirmed and writhed about in desire as
Kristanna and Devon worked each of her breasts over.
   Lindsay leaned down and attached her lips to Pamela's mouth
for a kiss.  Then, Trish spread Pamela's luscious thighs apart
and moved her pretty face in for a closer inspection.  Pamela
growled out in approval once Trish extended her tongue and
offered her pussy an initial, sweeping lick.
   "Is she wet?"
   "Extremely wet, Krissy," Trish replied.
   With a smile, Amy sashayed over to where I was standing,
only to turn her back at the last possible second and then
press up against me.  She reached down with her right hand
and began to gently frig and pump my cock while tilting the
back of her head upon my shoulder and sighing contently.
   "Why don't you go over with the others and be with Pamela?"
   "I rather be with you right now," Amy answered, stroking my
shaft more fiercely as newfound life quickly coarsed into it.
She ground her hips upon my pelvis and dutifully promised me,
"Don't worry, I'll get with Pamela soon enough."
   My right hand was already rubbing and caressing Amy's
stomach; her baby bump was not quite there just yet, but
that did not mean I could not pretend it was.  My third
child - though only six weeks along - was growing inside of
her!  "I love our life, you know."
   "I love it, too," Amy grinned.
   "I want some of that pussy now," Lindsay proclaimed, as
she broke her intensive kiss with Pamela.  She moved further
down the bed, then burrowed her face between Pamela's thighs
once Trish moved out of the way to accommodate her request.
Pamela let out a loud, shrill whine, and her body rumbled
with pure pleasure as Lindsay began to lash away at her moist,
little pussy with her tongue.
   "Come over here," Amy said to Scarlett, crooking a finger
at her.  "Come on.  Come over here!"  When Scarlett finally
did, Amy motioned toward my cock with her head and smiled at
her girlfriend.  "You want to suck it?"
   "Yeah," she grinned, her face a bit red.
   Still relatively new to our lifestyle and the way that we
did things, Scarlett generally seemed to be a little shy and
apprehensive when group sex sessions like this began.  It
always seemed like she needed a little bit of time to warm
up to the situation.  The idea of having sex with seven other
people at the same time was something entirely new for her,
and perhaps the thought itself was a bit overwhelming.
Before meeting us, Scarlett had been with a total of three
people (two men and one woman) in her entire lifetime.
   "Give me a kiss first," Amy insisted of Scarlett, who
complied before dropping to her knees in front of me.  When
Amy released my cock, Scarlett immediately grasped it with
her right hand and started frigging away.
   "Someone is awfully hard again," Scarlett teased me.
   Amy turned around and embraced me with both arms, then
concentrated on kissing me as Scarlett opened her mouth wide
and leaned forward, enveloping the full length of my shaft
between her moist, pillowy lips.  She swirled her tongue
around it within her mouth in an easy, languid motion, then
began to gently thrust it back-and-forth.
   Scarlett giggled as she looked up at me for approval; my
sighs and moans of passion were all of the reinforcement that
she needed.  Scarlett then latched onto the base of my shaft
with her right hand again, and used her left to knead and
caress my testicles.
   Still sprawled out across the bed with four other ladies
in close proximity to her, Pamela experienced her first
orgasm of the evening as Lindsay brought her to a truly
powerful oral climax.  I watched out of the corner of my eye
and, with Amy still slipping me her tongue through a needful
kiss, I smiled as Pamela's arms and legs flailed due to the
sensations and the moment.  For tonight at least, Pamela
was able to forget all of her worries and concerns, and set
aside her anxiety, and simply have fun again.
   Lindsay finally withdrew her face from between Pamela's
thighs; it was completely saturated in gooey pussy juice.
Still, she was not satisfied.  "I'm not done with you yet,"
Lindsay proclaimed, diving her face back into the promised
land and lapping away yet again.
   As Pamela's body arched high off of the bed in response
to Lindsay's blazing tongue, Kristanna doubled a leather
strap around her right hand and wrist, and gave Devon's
backside a series of hard swats with it.  Not expecting such
treatment, Devon roared out like a wild animal and turned to
face Kristanna with wild, raging eyes.  Trish, meanwhile,
simply sat back and giggled at the spectacle.
   By now, Scarlett had picked up the pace in regards to the
speed and ferocity of the blowjob that she was giving to me.
Her red ponytail swung back-and-forth as she continued to
work over my cock faster and harder.
   Pamela and Lindsay somehow changed positions in that short
amount of time.  Lindsay was now flat on her back and Pamela
was seated atop her face, riding her tongue like a champion,
but also had a hand-held dildo and was thrusting it in-and-out
of the 20-year-old's pussy at a frenetic rate of speed.
   "Why don't you get a dildo and do Lindsay's ass with it?"
Pamela suggested to Trish.  "I'll fuck her pussy with this
dildo.  You know how much Lindsay loves it when we double-up 
on her.  She can never get enough!"
   Trish nodded her head in agreement, then leafed through
the duffel bag of sexual toys and devices that Amy purchased
at the adult store two nights ago, and withdrew a long, 
somewhat thin dildo that seemed perfect for anal sex.  Trish 
smeared a heavy excess of lubricant onto it and quickly 
inserted the cruel object directly into Lindsay's puckered, 
little rectum.
   Lindsay, of course, rumbled and vibrated in the joyous
feeling of being double-penetrated by two big, nasty dildos.
Pamela and Trish began to pump her respective orifices in
unison, causing Lindsay to scream and growl out in response.
Undeterred, Lindsay's tongue kept working its magic, and
soon she brought Pamela to the edge of another release.
   Although she still managed to violate Lindsay with the
dildo, Pamela shrieked out as her body again went through the
sweet progression of orgasm.  She continually ground herself
upon Lindsay's face, but still pumped her pussy with the
hand-held dildo.  She and Trish, who was drilling her ass,
perfected their rhythm and went to town with it.
   "You were a naughty girl to sneak off with Lindsay during
the wedding reception and have sex with her in the ladies'
room, weren't you, Devvy?"
   "Yes, Krissy," Devon responded, now laying across her
wife's trusting lap, with her tight ass arched in the air.
Kristanna began to lash her with the aforementioned strap.
   Although not near as hard or forceful as she could have
been, Kristanna clearly reveled in the sight of Devon's
lush backside squirming and clenching entirely of its own
accord as she painted it a crimson red with the strap.
   "Just how many people did you sneak off with and have sex
with at the reception?" Kristanna asked Lindsay.
   "Three," she responded with a loud, erotic cry of her own,
still getting double-penetrated courtesy of Pamela and Trish.
   "So you were the naughtiest girl of all," Kristanna said
to Lindsay, nodding her head for emphasis.  She gave Devon a
mighty lash with the strap, then promised Lindsay, "We'll
have to do something about that later."
   Despite her limited experience, Scarlett was a natural
when it came to sucking cock.  She easily hand-jerked me to 
my own orgasm in combination with her magnificent tongue.
   I felt my shaft spasm in her hand as it pumped its first
spurt of warm semen to the back of her tongue and down her
throat.  Scarlett kept milking me, and each ensuing spasm fed
her more of my thick, white sperm.  Some of it shot down her
throat, but she seemed to be pooling most of it in the very
back of her mouth.
   Scarlett emptied the contents of my testicles by working
my cock with her hand.  Finally, she released my shaft and
looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing off a massive
pool of cum which she swirled across her tongue from one
side of her mouth to the other.
   "Oh my!" I gasped at the lewd show that she was giving me.
I had never seen Scarlett act quite this nasty before!
   Scarlett smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed.  A
moment later, Scarlett proved that she had consumed every drop
by opening her mouth and showing me that it was indeed, empty.
Amy dropped down to both knees beside her, and the two ladies
immediately shared a deep, soul-touching type of kiss.
   "Yeah!  That's it!" Pamela exclaimed, her face enraged as
she drilled Lindsay's pussy with the dildo.  "Cum for me!"
Lindsay moaned and sighed as her body exploded in a sea of
orgasmic bliss, but that did not stop either of her two
aggressors.  Pamela and Trish continually pumped away at her
orifices until Kristanna interjected herself into the mix.
   "Let me play with that girl for awhile," she grinned.
Pamela and Trish reluctantly nodded their heads and withdrew
themselves from Lindsay's twitching body.  Pamela, however,
did not have much time to feel disappointment.  Devon
snatched the dildo from her hands and shoved her down upon
the floor, then jammed it between her thighs and directly
into her pussy.
   My attention was momentarily diverted as Kristanna pulled
a massive, strap-on dildo out from within the duffel bag.  
She smiled and licked her lips at the mere sight, then stepped
into its leather harness and buckled it into place.  She
reached for the humungous dong that protruded outward from
her pelvis and stroked it fiercely.  "Look what I have for
you, Lindsay!  OH YEAH... you're going to get it!"
   Amy returned to the bed and promptly moved behind Lindsay,
propping her up against her chest.  Amy began to grope and
massage Lindsay's breasts while splaying a series of tender
kisses across her neck and shoulders.

   For the first time since this session had begun, Lindsay
turned her face and looked directly at me.  I had never saw
such an expression upon her face before.  It was one of
extreme hunger and desire.  The _most_ extreme!  Just the
mere sight caused my cock to begin to stir yet again.
   Perhaps Lindsay had never been quite this excited before.
Not only because of what had already happened to her, but
the realization that much more was to come.  My goal was for
her to be used beyond any and all belief tonight.  Lindsay
knew that all too well.  After all, _she_ was the one who
demanded a gang-bang on her wedding night.
   The expression upon her face also seemed to relay a silent,
but powerful message to me.  "I'm going to get you, Jeremy."
I hoped she would.  I offered Lindsay a smile and nodded my
head at her in response.

   The enchantress' eyes had been trained on me, but she
suddenly turned her face away and screamed out in unequaled
lust as Kristanna - who was on both knees in front of her -
jammed the massive strap-on dildo into her pussy.
   Still behind the 20-year-old, Amy curled her neck and
latched her mouth upon Lindsay's for a spirited, frenzied
kiss.  At the same time, Kristanna got settled in and then
began to hump away at Lindsay in the missionary position.
   Off to the side, Trish glanced around the room and noticed
that all of the other ladies were occupied.  Kristanna and
Amy were teaming up on Lindsay, of course, while Devon,
Pamela and Scarlett now seemed to be in a three-way pussy
licking contest upon the floor.  The three ladies were lying
on their sides in a triangle formation; Devon licked Pamela's
pussy, Pamela licked Scarlett's and lastly, Scarlett licked
Devon's.  They were really going at it, too.
   Stroking my cock in the open air, I finally made eye
contact with Trish.  She needed someone to be with, so I
extended two fingers from my opposite hand and motioned for
her to come closer.  Trish did just that, dropping to her
knees and then making her way over to me.
   Once she closed the distance between us, Trish took a seat
and stretched her toned legs underneath the chair that I had
recently sat down in.  Without saying a word, Trish's hand
replaced mine on the base of my shaft.  She frigged it for a
few seconds, then took its full length into her hungry mouth.
   "I'm so happy for you," I whispered down at Trish.  "I 
know how much you love and care for Lindsay."  The 32-year-old
whimpered in response to those words as I continued, "You 
married the absolute girl of your dreams.  Congratulations."
   With the sound of Kristanna humping Lindsay, and Devon,
Pamela and Scarlett squealing out in pleasure as our sole
background, I tossed my head about and sighed as Trish worked
my cock over with her mouth.  Soon, I glanced back down at her
and smiled, and even cupped the side of her face.  Trish's
pretty brown eyes were big as she stared directly up at me,
her ruby-red lips forming a large `O' around my erection as
her head busily bobbed back-and-forth upon it.
   "Thank you for helping to make my marriage with Lindsay a
reality," Trish mumbled, barely able to speak with my cock 
stuffed in her mouth.  "Thank you... for everything!"
   I smiled at the realization that Pamela had just helped
Scarlett to an orgasm of her own.  The Norwegian valkyrie 
clutched her own breasts and rolled them about, her thighs 
putting a true vice-grip upon Devon's head.  Scarlett moaned 
and cooed out in the aftermath, then offered Pamela a 
gracious smile and even a slow, tender kiss.
   I then focused all of my attention upon Trish.  Her
pretty brunette head continued to bob back-and-forth upon my
shaft.  Those alluring eyes had never once left my face.
Trish was so beautiful!  Again, I was so incredibly happy 
that she and Lindsay had finally gotten married.  No one 
deserved to have happiness and joy in her life more than 
Trish, simply because she was such a good, warm-hearted 
person herself.  I also knew that no one on the face of the 
planet was a better fit for her than Lindsay.
   Trish withdrew my cock from her mouth only long enough so
she could lick and slurp away upon my testicles for a few
seconds.  Then, the voluptuous vixen swallowed my erection
whole once more and resumed her skilled fellatio work.
   "OH YEAH... I'M GONNA SPLIT YOU IN HALF!"
   That loud, ravenous scream caused me to immediately turn
my attention toward its source, which was Kristanna.  I
looked at her with wide eyes as she now absolutely pummeled
away at Lindsay, her hips a blur as she jammed the huge
dildo in-and-out of that sweet, inviting pussy.
   Amy, meanwhile, still had Lindsay propped up against her
chest.  She was simply enjoying the show that Kristanna was
giving her.  And why not?  Amy was well aware that she would
soon get her chance to be with Lindsay.
   Although I had been momentarily distracted, I once again
returned my focus to Trish when I felt a tidal wave of lust
swell up inside of me.  An instant later, my cock erupted
like a volcano within Trish's amazing mouth.  Trish steadied
herself and kept her lips around my gushing shaft.  Much to
her credit, she swallowed down every last ounce of sperm.
That was my third orgasm of the evening thus far; all as a
result of hungry cocksucking by these insatiable women.
   I then noticed Kristanna finally dislodge that monstrous
strap-on dildo from the joining of Lindsay's thighs.
Judging by the look on her face, it was apparent that Lindsay
had experienced yet another orgasm of her own.  Her little
body was trembling and shuddering in the aftermath.
   Scarlett broke free from Pamela and Devon, only to move
over toward us and share a very tender, intimate kiss with
Trish.  Scarlett tilted her head to the side, perhaps
allowing Trish better access to explore the inner depths and
recesses of her mouth.  Scarlett moaned in response, then
slid both hands between their pressed bodies and massaged
Trish's large, plentiful breasts.
   I continued watching the two ladies as they now traded
their lips and tongues through a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
Scarlett giggled momentarily, then pinned the newlywed bride
to the floor beneath her.  Now straddling Trish's waist,
Scarlett giggled once again and sat up.  She was definitely
enjoying herself.  Who could blame her?
   Scarlett smiled down at her girlfriend as she groped her
breasts with both hands.  "Do you like that, baby?" she asked,
twirling her fingertips over those hard, rigid nipples.
   "Hmmmmm... feels good," Trish murmured, grinning.
   Meanwhile, Lindsay roared out in hot, passionate approval
as Amy inserted a trio of fingers into her tender pussy.  Amy
soon slid downward, though, her red head coming to a stop
between Lindsay's outstretched legs.
   "Sweet, little pussy," Amy gently cooed, her tongue
busy licking and swiping away at the lush, moist folds of
Lindsay's womanly slit.  "Hmmmmm... delicious.  I've always
wanted to fuck a newlywed wife on her wedding night..."
   Perched upon her left elbow and knees, Amy wiggled her
hips in a very seductive manner as she went to town on
Lindsay.  I had an excellent view of Amy's upturned ass, as
well as her pussy, as both swayed from side-to-side.  It
was, as you may imagine, a truly amazing sight.  My breathing
was ragged, and my heart was beating rapidly within my chest.
   In the melee of beautiful feminine bodies, Kristanna was
now matched up with Devon.  The two ladies were squirming and
writhing together upon the floor, locked up in the spirited
`69' position.  It seemed as if they were each attempting to
devour the other with their hungry lips and tongues.  I
wondered if Devon had any retribution in mind, as Kristanna
earlier assaulted her ass with the strap.
   "Oh yeah," Scarlett growled as Trish now worshiped her
orally with her own tongue right in front of me.  Scarlett's
body was alive with erotic sensations as she groped and
mauled her own breasts for added stimulation.  "Oh yeah!"
   Trish withdrew her face from Scarlett's treasure long
enough to give her a smile, then slid a pair of fingers into
her and began thrusting away.  Scarlett's eyes were wide in
less than an instant, literally bulging from their sockets,
as she arched her back off the floor.  Keeping her head at a
distance, Trish simply used her fingers as she hammered them
in-and-out of Scarlett's slit at a rather maddening pace.
   Lindsay's blue eyes were fixated upon Amy, who now stood
before her with a massive strap-on dildo secured around her
waist (it was much larger than the one Kristanna used
earlier).  Amy grinned as she reached down and stroked the
rubber dong as if she were a man, and it was a real cock.
   "Now why don't you suck my dildo?" she said to Lindsay,
both taunting and teasing her.  Was Amy - still my submissive
in life - showing some pent-up aggression?  Was this a glimpse
of the dominant woman that she once was?  For a change, I
actually enjoyed it.  Amy grasped the instrument and wobbled
it before Lindsay's eyes.  "Come on, baby.  Suck it!"
   Amy giggled in triumph and desire as Lindsay complied,
taking the enormous head of the dildo into her mouth.  I
watched intently as Lindsay, now on her knees, sucked and
slurped away at the object's humungous tip while also
staring directly up and into Amy's ravenous eyes.
   "See if you can make me cum in your mouth," Amy snickered,
which caused the blonde to take more of the dildo between her
lips.  Now with half of its unbelievable length in her mouth,
Lindsay looked up at Amy as her head started to eagerly bob
back-and-forth in a wild, frenzied motion.
   "Yeah baby, yeah!" Amy grinned, reaching down and gently
caressing Lindsay's scalp as she worked the dildo over.
"You like that... don't you, baby?  You like sucking me..."
   Lindsay moaned and nodded her head as she continually
bobbed away at the tool.  At the same time, she used her right
hand to reach around Amy's hips and latch onto her ass.  As
she literally inhaled the dildo, Lindsay held onto Amy's
firm ass, pinching and squeezing it rather thoroughly.
   "You little slut!" Amy admonished Lindsay, grabbing her
by the hair.  "Such a bad slut.  You need to be fucked.  You
need to be FUCKED HARD."
   Obviously aroused beyond all belief, Lindsay looked up at
Amy and offered a long, drawn-out moan.  Amy was reverting
back to her old ways - if just temporarily - and Lindsay was
loving it.  She had responded very favorably in the past when
Amy was dominant and assertive toward her.
   Lindsay withdrew the dildo from between her moist lips and
took a seat upon the floor and immediately spread her thighs
wide.  Amy, however, then motioned for her to assume a much
different (and more submissive) position.
   "I want you on your hands and knees."
   Lindsay moaned again as her body shuddered at the mere idea
of what awaited her.  The little vixen assumed the position.
She rose up to her hands and knees, and perched her ass high 
into the air, then glanced back at Amy in an expectant, 
sexually aching manner.  Lindsay was going to get it...
   Although there were screams and cries all around in the
midst of this seven-girl orgy, I still managed to keep my
focus upon Lindsay and what was being done to her.
   Amy grinned with desire as she dropped to her knees
behind Lindsay.  Fisting the big strap-on dildo with her left
hand, she pressed it to Lindsay's eager pussy and immediately
punched it hard into her.  With such a huge object embedded
within the confines of her slit, Lindsay let out a wild scream
which was followed by a series of quick moans and gasps.
   "Oh... you're so tight," Amy laughed as she began to grind
the big dildo in-and-out of Lindsay's pussy.  At the same
time, she held onto the naughty girl's slender hips with her
hands and grasped them hard.
   "I've always loved fucking girls doggie-style," Amy cooed,
obviously aroused herself.  Lindsay squealed with excitement
as Amy then smacked her ass with her left hand.  "Bad, bad
girl..." Amy teased, rubbing her hand hard and fast upon
Lindsay's upturned, quivering ass.
   She gave her lover a second furious hand-slap to the ass,
followed by another, and then another.  Next, Amy began to
thrust the massive strap-on dildo in-and-out of Lindsay's
pussy at a truly blinding rate of speed.
   "OH FUCK!" came the scream from Lindsay's mouth, as Amy
hammered her from behind in the doggie-style position.  "OH
MY FUCKING GOD!  FUCK!  IT'S TOO BIG!  TOO BIG!  OH FUCK,
THAT THING IS RIPPING ME IN HALF!  FUUUUUCK!"
   Amy beamed with pure delight as Lindsay's nasty words
were mere incentive for her to drill her even faster and
harder.  Still smacking Lindsay's reddening ass, now with
both hands, Amy thrusted hard and fast into Lindsay, driving
the humongous dildo to the absolute hilt.
   "FUCK!" Lindsay spat out, her verbal tirade continuing as
her body obviously rocked about on the very brink of sexual
insanity.  It was easy for me to tell that Lindsay had never
been quite this excited and worked up before.
   "OH MY GOD!" was another scream as Amy continued
pummeling away at her.  "OH FUCK, I'M GONNA CUUUUUMMMMM!"
   Amy smiled and giggled with total, dominant triumph as even
during Lindsay's orgasm, she still slapped that ass with both
hands.  It only added to Lindsay's extreme pleasure, as she
went through an earth-shattering orgasm where her booming
cries and loud screams literally raised the roof of the hotel.
   Not five seconds after Amy had dislodged the huge strap-on
from within the confines of Lindsay's gooey slit, Kristanna
reached into the trusty, stuffed duffel bag and pulled out a
flesh-colored rubber dildo that was not only incredibly
thick, but also at least _TWO FEET_ in length.  Holding the
giant tool with both hands, Kristanna crawled over to Lindsay
and offered her a very long, leisurely kiss.
   "You want me to use this on you?" Kristanna asked.
   Though Lindsay appeared to be a shell of her former self -
due to the excessive sexual assault she was in the process
of receiving - she nodded her head and answered, "Yes...
please!  God, yes!"  I could not believe her enthusiasm.
Lindsay had been treated like a sexual rag doll, yet she still
wanted more.  Then again, this _was_ Lindsay after all...
   I did manage to survey the rest of the room for a quick
moment.  There were bodies everywhere.  It looked as if
there was a train wreck, and these lovely women were the
casualties.  But when a loud scream was heard, I quickly
re-focused my attention upon none other than Lindsay.
   Now flat on her back with both thighs spread far apart,
Lindsay let out another booming scream as Kristanna jammed
the big tip of the monstrous, two-foot-long dildo hard and
deep into the young woman's awaiting, eager pussy.
   The pleasure tool was so large that Kristanna actually had
to use both of her hands to maneuver it in-and-out of
Lindsay's soaked slit.  She did just that; violently jamming
it quick and fast within the lush folds of the nymphomaniac's
pussy in quick, rapid-fire succession.  The dildo itself 
reminded me of a gigantic, twisting vacuum hose!
   As for Lindsay, she could do nothing but continue to scream
out in a passionate rage; voicing her obvious approval.  The
dildo was so incredibly huge and thick that I wondered just
how it could have fit in something so small as Lindsay's pussy.
   Of course, no matter what it took, Kristanna would do
whatever she could to get that dildo inside of her lover.  Jam
it, stuff it, pound it... Kristanna could surely be counted on.
She wanted a piece of Lindsay perhaps more than anyone else did.
   With everything else that she had been through, despite
her tenacity, it should come as no great surprise that Lindsay
did not have a lot of staying power left in her.  Not long
after Kristanna had inserted the dildo into her swollen depths,
Lindsay's body simply went rigid with absolute desire.  But
instead of screaming out in response, Lindsay simply shrilled.
   The loud, high-pitched sound continued even after her
orgasm had crested and settled down.  Kristanna kept the dildo
embedded in Lindsay for several seconds, then popped it out and
offered that soaked slit a series of gentle, loving swipes with
her tongue.  For a little extra flavor, Kristanna even slapped
the side of Lindsay's hip three times in stinging succession.
   In the aftermath, I noticed that sweet, darling Devon was
now eyeing my erection with a look of extreme hunger and need
in her eyes.  Obviously, she wanted to service my cock and get
a cum bath for her mouth the very same way Pamela, Trish and
Scarlett had already done tonight.
   When she began to make her way over to me - on her knees,
no less, I stood up.  Grasping my shaft, I looked down at her
and shook a finger from my other hand.  "I'm sorry, honey," I
told Devon.  "This big thing right here... it's for someone
else now."  She gave a little pout, but then cheered up as I
added, "I'll see to it that you're taken care of tonight."
   "Who is it for now, then?" she wondered.
   "Someone very special," I replied, as I looked up and
focused my gaze solely upon Lindsay.  But was Lindsay
truly the one that I wanted to give this to?
   Seconds later, Lindsay's eyes grew wide as I reached into
the now-ominous duffel bag and retrieved a hand-held dildo.  
"You're going to fuck me with that?" she asked, before 
squealing as I then found a tube of anal lubricant.
   I did not reply to Lindsay.  I simply spread a good helping
of the liquid gel over and across the big, eight-inch dildo.
   "You're going to fuck my ass," she moaned in a statement,
not a question.  "With a dildo..."
   I extended my tongue and held it outward from my mouth
for a good five seconds before saying, "Yes, indeed.  And
while I take care of your ass with this dildo, I'm going to
lick that little pussy of yours with my tongue."
   Lindsay moaned while her body vibrated with anticipation
as I moved in between her widespread thighs.  Settling down,
I placed the dildo upon her rectum and held it there for a
few seconds.  Then, I suddenly popped it into her.
   Panting with lust, Lindsay squirmed about some more as I
inserted seven of the dildo's eight inches into her bowels.
Her breathing had become very labored, which was good.  She
groaned as I then proclaimed, "It's dinner-time..."
   With the dildo embedded deep within her ass, Lindsay's body
thrashed about as I extended my tongue and began to swipe
away at her pussy.  Its folds were already totally soaked;
needless to say, it tasted absolutely delicious.
   When I settled in and caught a rhythm with my tongue, I
watched Lindsay from the joining of her thighs and smiled at
what I saw.  She was gorgeous.  And she was MINE!  Plus, all
of the other ladies had stopped what they were doing so they
could sit back and watch as I dropped the hammer on Lindsay.
   Still holding the dildo within her anus, I focused all of
my effort and energy upon her little nub of a clitoris.  I
nudged it with my lips while flicking my tongue over and
across it at a blinding rate of speed.
   Slowing my oral ministrations for a moment, I extended
two fingers and thrusted them deep into Lindsay's pussy.  She
screamed out in pleasure as I did so, then her body began
to hump and grind about as I jammed the fingers in-and-out
of her.  For good measure, I soon added a third finger.
   Focusing on her clitoris once again, I trapped it between
my lips and gently tugged on it.  This caused Lindsay to let
out her wildest and most carnal scream yet.  As a result, I
did it again.  This time, the 20-year-old clamped her thighs
tightly around my head and she let out a deafening roar.
   Sensing that Lindsay was close to an orgasm, I resumed my
thrusting action as I drilled her pussy with three fingers.
At the same time, I started to move the big dildo in-and-out
of her rectum at a good, steady pace.  Then, my tongue went
into overdrive upon both her nether lips, and her clitoris.
   Her thighs putting a powerful squeeze upon my head, Lindsay
screamed a list of words and phrases which I could not make
out.  Whatever she said, it was erotic in nature because her
ripe, nubile body was bucking and thrashing about beneath me 
upon the mattress.  It simply _had_ to be erotic in nature.
   "OH GOD!" I finally deciphered her saying.  "MY PUSSY IS
GOING TO EXPLODE!  OH FUUUUUCK... I'M CUMMING!"
   Lindsay clamped her thighs even tighter around my head as
her neck and back arched high off the bed.  She let loose a
wild, animalistic scream as her sweet, delectable pussy then
completely creamed both my tongue and face.
   Nevertheless, I continued thrusting my fingers, as well
as the dildo, into her respective orifices.  As a result,
Lindsay's cries and sounds of passion did not dwindle away as
her body came down from the intense height of orgasm.  They
stopped once I did, but only after licking her pussy dry.
   "Are you still gonna fuck Lindsay?" Devon asked me, her
eyes trained upon my throbbing erection.  "'Cuz if you're
not, I can think of a good use for that big boy..."
   "What I just did with Lindsay was foreplay," I told Devon,
rising to my knees and then fisting my cock.  Lindsay whimpered
as I added, "Now comes the main course of the evening."
   "I've had four orgasms thus far... at least!" Lindsay cried
out, somewhat exasperated.  "I don't know just how much more I
can take of this..."
   I shot her a look and countered, "You're not softening up
on me, are you?  I thought no one could satisfy you."
   "No one can..." she said, her voice trailing off.  "But I
have been torn to shreds.  Look at how many times I've been
fucked in the past hour or so!"
   "You really want me to waste this?" I asked, motioning
toward my hard cock as I still gripped it.  "Or would you
like for me to use it the way it was intended?"
   "Oh God..." Lindsay moaned, sighing.  "I don't want you to
waste it!  Use it... on Pamela!  She needs it really bad!"
   "Good girl," I nodded.  And very unselfish.

   _That_ was exactly what I wanted to hear.  It had been an
entire month since I was able to sink myself into Pamela and
luxuriate in her amazing body and its beauty.  Now, nothing
could stop me.  Pamela already gave me her approval earlier.
This was most definitely a long time coming for me...

   When I realized that Pamela was staring at something over
my shoulder, I turned my head and then groaned at the sight.
Kristanna was standing off to the side, wearing another of
the monstrous strap-on dildos from Amy's bag.  This time, it 
was black.  And her eyes were focused on only one person.
   "Lube that ass up, Jeremy!" Kristanna snickered, pointing
toward Pamela's hips.  "You can have her ass."  Kristanna
grasped the massive dildo and frigged it with a naughty
gleam in her eyes.  "Me, I get her pussy."
   Pamela slid out from underneath of Scarlett, then sashayed
up close to Kristanna and embraced her with both arms.  The
pair of ravishing blondes shared a heartfelt kiss, then bumped
noses and giggled.  Pamela moved her right hand downward and
squeezed Kristanna's tight ass.
   "You know how I just love it when you fuck me with a 
dildo," Pamela cooed, her brown eyes locked upon Kristanna's.
She kissed her again and added, "The way you make me feel...
the way you rock me.  Hmmmmm, baby."
   Kristanna smiled at her.  "It's been a really long time
since we have been able to double penetrate you.  Do you
remember just how excited Jeremy and I used to make you
feel, back before you were pregnant with Piper?"
   "I think this is what Pamela wanted all along," Devon
offered with a smirk.
   "Pamela wanted Jeremy and Kristanna to end the night
fucking her brains out," Amy agreed.
   Still exhausted, Lindsay wiped her brow and sighed.  "I
get to watch someone else getting hammered for a change!"
   "Oh, your night is not over yet, honey," Trish warned
Lindsay, who gulped in response.  "Not by a long shot!"
   "You somehow always get Pamela's pussy during a double
penetration," I said to Kristanna, a little pout on my face.
"I love doing Pamela in the ass, of course, but I would also
love to have her pussy during a double penetration for once."
   Kristanna's grasped the humongous strap-on dildo which
protruded outward from her pelvis.  "This thing would never
fit in Pammy's little ass.  It's 14 inches long!"
   "Pamela!" she immediately corrected her, even grunting.
   "Then get a smaller dildo," I instructed Kristanna, feeling
a bit greedy.  "I want her pussy for once."
   "YES!" Pamela exclaimed, running over and throwing both
arms around me.  "Tell Krissy off!  Lay down the law to her!"
   "You lay down - on top of me," I instructed Pamela, 
reclining onto my back upon the mattress.  An instant later, 
Pamela straddled my hips and lowered her exquisite pussy to 
my hard, aching erection.  With a grunt, she sat all the way 
down, thus forging my shaft into the far reaches of her womb.
   "Come here," I moaned, my voice full of need and desire,
as I encircled Pamela's shoulders with my arms and pulled her
down to me.  Her breasts squished upon my chest, I sought
Pamela's mouth with my own and offered her a savage kiss.
"Oh God, Pamela," I rumbled, suddenly overcome with emotion.
"I need you.  I want you.  You drive me totally insane!"
   "Oooooh yeah..." Pamela squealed, as she began to rock and
vibrate about upon my cock.  The pleasurable sensations were
getting to me as well, but the intensity picked up several
notches once Kristanna applied a helping of lubricant to
Pamela's sweet, puckered anus.
   "So I get to fuck her ass this time, huh?" Kristanna said,
suddenly sporting a new (and much smaller) dildo.  On her
knees, Kristanna leaned all the way over and offered both
my testicles and Pamela's pussy equal, loving licks as I now
pumped myself hard and fast into her.  Then, Kristanna made
eye contact with me and grinned, "I like your gun."
   "My gun?" I moaned, knowing that she was referring to my
cock.  But gun?  What an odd term for Kristanna to use...
   "HMMMMM... FUCK!" Pamela screamed once Kristanna knelt
behind her and forged the tip of her dildo into her little
rectum.  With my cock deep inside Pamela's pussy and the
dildo now violating her ass, the race was on.
   "OWWWWW!" Pamela cried, as Kristanna threw in a couple of
hard and unrelenting swats to her ass with both hands.  "That
hurts, Krissy!  It hurts!"  Regardless, Pamela enjoyed it.  I
could tell by the expression across her face.
   Kristanna was already pumping away at Pamela, her humble,
firm breasts flopping about in the process.  I smiled at
Kristanna for a moment or two, then found Pamela's mouth
once again for a kiss.  With my hips bucking and churning
about, Pamela and her orifices were the centerpieces of an
otherwise Kristanna and Jeremy sandwich.  I now had a hand
on either side of Pamela's waist, and was helping her bounce 
and thrash about to optimize her pleasure.
   Pamela's beautiful ass was the victim of not only a thin,
flesh-colored dildo, but also the continual smacks and swats
from both of Kristanna's hands.  Her body was shuddering in
absolute arousal against me as I plowed myself into her.  I
knew that she could not withstand much more of this...
   Amy only added to the moment and made it even better by 
taking a large, thick dildo, and jamming it hard and fast 
into Pamela's mouth.  Pamela gasped and choked for a brief 
moment, but then began to suck the dildo with earnest as 
Kristanna and I continued to violate her.
   When Pamela squealed out at the top of her lungs, I knew
that she was experiencing her third orgasm of the evening.
It was much more powerful and intense than the prior two.
I hugged her tightly to me even as I sensed the rush of 
sensations within my own body reach the boiling point.  I 
pistoned my hips upward and held them steady for several 
seconds, giving my cock the deepest amount of penetration
possible as it emptied its seed into her pussy.
   "Oh God..." Pamela sighed in the aftermath, her spectacular
body lying limp and nearly motionless upon mine.
   Once Kristanna withdrew her dildo from Pamela's ravaged
anus, she unstrapped the crude object from her hips and
tossed it elsewhere.  Then, she leaned over and embraced
Pamela from behind.  "I love you, baby.  Love you so much!"
   Exhausted and quite satisfied myself, I splayed a series
of kisses along Pamela's tender neck as she turned to glance
over her shoulder at Kristanna.  "I love you too."
   With Pamela trapped between us, I extended my arms all the
way and offered Kristanna the best hug I could.  Now, she
was kissing the back of Pamela's neck, who sighed and rolled
her head about in response to the feelings.
   "Don't you EVER keep that body of yours away from us for
such an extended amount of time again!" Kristanna admonished
Pamela, albeit playfully.  "You drive ALL of us crazy!"
   "You like this, honey?" I whispered.  "You like having
all this attention?  Two people cherishing you at once?"
   "Yeah..." she moaned.
   "Two people who love you more than anything," Kristanna
clarified, before glancing at the others.  "Pammy needs to 
be cherished.  From now until the absolute end of eternity."
   "PAMELA!" came the immediate (and comical) correction.

                        * * * * * *


                (+++ Seven Days Later +++)


   The weather may have been cold and blustery back here on
the homefront in Norway, but it felt quite warm and cozy in
the glassed-in, climate-controlled pool area just outside
the estate as I rocked back-and-forth in the porch swing.
I held my beautiful four month old son, Kaden, in my arms.
Next to me on the ground was Piper, my five week old daughter.
The adorable, little infant was sleeping comfortably in her
portable baby bed, while the sight of Kaden cooing and
smiling brought a definite smile to my own face.
   My two children were prime examples of how lucky and
fortunate of a man that I truly was in life.  I wanted Kaden
and Piper to grow up in the best, most productive way
possible.  I wanted them (and any future children we have)
to become outstanding adults, and lead happy lives.  As
their father, it was my job to guide them along that path
as they got older and ventured out into the world.
   What is Piper going to be when she grows up?  Suddenly,
that question popped into my mind.  Although I would shower
all of my children with tons of money, one of my highest
priorities in raising them was that it would be in their
best interest to find a career and stay active.  
   Kristanna, Devon and yours truly stayed busy here on the 
farm.  Pamela volunteered at the local library.  Trish and 
Lindsay were involved with a church in Oslo.  Amy kept busy
as the self-appointed maid and housekeeper.  Scarlett still
maintained her job as a registered nurse at the hospital.
   In one form or another, all of us stayed active and busy.  
No one sat back and relaxed, and wallowed around in our
unending fortune.  I was going to stress the same mindset 
for all of my children as they grew up and became adults.
   So what is Piper going to be when she grows up?  I would
like to say a nurse or doctor, of course, but I had the
sneaking suspicion that Piper would ultimately turn out to
be a fashion model.  Why not?  After all, Piper was a
miniature version of Pamela.  A carbon copy, if you will.
Obviously, Pamela had all the necessary qualifications of a
model.  Thus, I could envision her daughter taking that path.
   Kaden?  Hmmmmm... what about my son?  That's my boy!  He
is going to a star athlete who makes an indelible mark on
whatever sport he chooses - be it baseball, football or
basketball.  Perhaps Kaden would one day win a gold medal
in the Olympics?  Break a world record in the 400?
   Doesn't every father have such aspirations for their
first son?  More realistically, though, I could see Kaden as
a businessman.  A true power broker.  He could follow in his
Dad's footsteps, and maybe even build his own empire.
   I tried to picture Kaden in a three-piece suit, but the
vision was distorted.  Until he got over this little drooling
problem as I now held him upon my shoulder, the vision would
most likely stay distorted.  Kaden had a lot of growing up to
do before he made his first billion dollars in life.
   I was the luckiest father on the face of the planet.  Of
course, every father says that.  And they mean it too - just
like me.  But no one could convince me any differently.  I
had such a wonderful son and a pretty, precious daughter.  I
owed both of them to Kristanna and Pamela.
   Plus, I had another child on the way.  Amy was seven weeks
into her own pregnancy now.  We obviously did not know whether
it was a boy or a girl yet, but that really did not matter to
me.  All I hoped for was another healthy newborn.
   Becoming pregnant and ultimately giving birth to this
child will easily go down as the happiest moment (and process)
of Amy's entire life.  Considering the place where Amy came
from in life before meeting and falling in love with me, she
had made more strides than any of the other ladies.
   17 months ago, could I have ever possibly imagined Amy as
not only a proud and attentive mother, but also a faithful,
picture-perfect wife?  She was too busy feeling angry at all
of the wrong turns her life had taken up to that point, while
acting aloof and keeping her distance from the others.  At one
point while on the island, basically no one liked Amy.  No one
except for me, of course.  I always had an interest in her.
   Now?  Amy's overall attitude and outlook on life - and the
way she approached things - had changed dramatically.  I
believe the turning point for Amy was when I made her go to
the psychiatrist for the first time in Peru and seek help.
Amy was living, breathing proof of how much a little bit of 
medication could do for a person (not to mention a whole lot 
of tender, loving care and affection).  Of course, a healthy 
atmosphere was a tremendous help to her as well.
   Speaking of children and the future, I already knew that my
newest wife, Lindsay (yes, I did marry her two days ago as
originally planned, after we returned home from the United
States), had aspirations of becoming pregnant soon.  She had
previously informed me that once we were married, my only duty 
in life would be to get her pregnant.  Lindsay was wonderful 
with children and would make an excellent mother one day.
   According to Pamela, Trish wanted to become pregnant as
well.  Although she had yet to tell me this herself, it made
perfect sense.  Trish and Lindsay did everything together; it
only seemed fitting that they get pregnant together and have
their first-born babies at or around the same time.  How 
awesome would it be if it somehow happened on the same day?
   Of course, the burden for making these dreams of motherhood
a reality fell on me.  It always did.  How long would it be
before Devon - who loved kids in her own right - came to me
and demanded to be knocked up as well?  What about Scarlett?
I had the sneaking suspicion that Kristanna was ready to
become pregnant a second time, too.
   Could this mansion be overrun one day, perhaps a decade
from now, by 10 screaming children?  15?  Why not 20?  If I
was going to indeed have seven wives - and that seemed like
a distinct possibility right now - I could easily envision
being the father of 15 children by the time things were all
said and done.  At least 15!  Maybe even 25... <<shudder>>
   I welcomed the opportunity and the challenge, though.  It
was one of the by-products of waking up each day and finding
myself as the centerpiece amongst a group of seven beautiful,
gorgeous women, all of whom were family-oriented and in love
with the idea of having their very own children.  I owed it
to them, because they were always giving so much to me.
   "Krissy!" came Pamela's voice from around the corner of
the house.  Pamela's half laugh/half scream immediately
piqued my interest, so I turned my head in that direction
and then smiled at what I saw once they came into view.
   Pamela was running, trying her absolute best to flee from
Kristanna, who was chasing her with a primed garden hose in
hand.  She had that hose aimed at Pamela's back, and was
spraying her in true Kristanna style.  Kristanna _loved_ to 
horse around and be over-the-top goofy like this.
   It was also good to see Pamela, with her recent struggles,
in such a playful mood herself.  But what was going on?
   "Krissy!  Stop!"  Pamela was whining as she tried in vain
to run the perimeter of the glass-tiled dome that made it
feel like summer inside.  Still, I could tell that Pamela
was having a good time.  She enjoyed being in these kind of
situations with not only Kristanna, but me as well.
   "KRISSY!" Pamela screeched, as she was tackled from behind
and then forced to roll onto her back.  Kristanna mounted
Pamela's stomach and then aimed the garden hose directly at
her face.  Pamela kicked her legs about and rocked her face
from side-to-side, but it was no use.  She was drenched.
   "That's what you get for putting itching powder in my
panties, Pamela!" Kristanna exclaimed, unable to control her
laughter.  She aimed the hose at Pamela's face once again and
totally doused her.  "You know that I would not let that go
without retribution!"  Next, Kristanna stuffed the hose down
Pamela's blouse and let its water run wild.  Pamela kicked and
screamed, and whined incessantly, but Kristanna continued to
laugh.  It was payback time for a prank from earlier today.
   "Jeremy!" Pamela screamed, looking over at me, literally
drowning in an oncoming rush of water.  "Make her stop!"
Kristanna - much stronger and more athletic than Pamela could
ever dream of being - was totally in control here.  "JEREMY!"

   Instead of getting up and throwing myself into the very
spirited and playful struggle, or even saying anything about
it, I simply tilted my head and looked at my pair of wives.
   The best part of my life was not that I was married to
four luscious knockouts the looks and likes of which were
personified by Kristanna, Pamela, Lindsay and Amy.  The best
part was not that I had three live-in girlfriends in Devon,
Trish and Scarlett, and all of them would be even more than
that to me one day soon.  Nor was the best part was that I
was the father of a pair of wonderful, healthy children in
Kaden and Piper.  Of course, it was not my money, either.
That did not even register as a tiny blip on the radar.
   Rather, the best part of my life - the thing that I took
the greatest amount of pleasure from - was the simple fact
that our little family was happy.  Not just me, but everyone
involved.  Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay, Amy,
Scarlett, even Kaden and Piper... and me.
   Really now... is there a better feeling in the world?  A
double blowjob, being the centerpiece of an orgy, even
winning millions upon millions of dollars in the lottery...
none of it makes you feel any better than just being happy.
Waking up each day, knowing you mean so much to the people
who are near and dear to your own heart.  A simple smile and
"hello" from your loved one(s) whenever entering the room.
A warm hug with the words "be careful" attached when you
have to leave in your car for a couple of hours, or the day.
   A person who finds themselves happy is more rich than any
amount of money or material thing could ever make them.
Trust me - I am living, breathing proof of this.
   Yes, I was happy.  As I looked out at Kristanna and Pamela
right now, who continued to fight and struggle over control
of the garden hose, I realized this was prime evidence that
they were just as happy in life as me.  Kristanna and Pamela -
as well as all of the other ladies - did crazy and silly stuff
like this together constantly.  If they were not happy with
each other and our lives, then why even bother?
   Eyeing Kristanna and Pamela, I felt a certain tingling
sensation in the lower part of my back.  It began to spread
rather quickly.  Soon, it felt like my entire body was again
floating on cloud nine simply because watching Kristanna and
Pamela right now not only reminded me of how fortunate I was
in life, but also how blessed I truly was.
   How many people in the world can honestly say that they
got married _twice_ in a five day span - to a woman, as well
as a man - like Lindsay could?  Talk about someone who was
happy; Lindsay was riding a wave of euphoria that seemed to
have no end in sight.  She had two massive wedding rings on
the same finger, and was quick to show them to whomever even
offered a sideways, furtive glance toward her.
   Perhaps the most overjoyed of our group right now was none
other than Trish, who had just wed the absolute girl of her 
dreams in Lindsay.  Much like Amy, Trish had a long and 
twisting road just in her relationship with Lindsay - with
plenty of bumps along the way - in order to reach this point.
Lindsay did not even speak to Trish for an entire month last
summer.  Now, they were newlywed brides.
   I thought about things during our vacation in Ohio; it
seemed the time was right for me to finally propose marriage
to Trish, as well as Devon.  Both of them were staples in
my life, and obviously would not be going anywhere.
   I certainly knew that if I popped the question to Devon,
Kristanna would be deliriously happy in her own right.  Devon
was Kristanna's _girl_, much the same way Lindsay was Trish's
_girl_.  Kristanna had been patiently waiting for me to
propose to Devon for well over a year now.  Why had I waited
so long?  The time seemed right for me to not only ask Devon,
but Trish as well.
   And what about Scarlett?  Although my personal relationship
with her was not progressing as quickly as it did with the
others, the simple fact was that I had only known Scarlett for
less than five months.  Yet, she was already living with me -
with _us_ - and was an integral part of my everyday routine.
I did not want to live my life without her in it, too.  All of
the other ladies cared for Scarlett, and wanted her with us.
   While she did not jump in and fall head-over-heels in love
with me from the very outset the same way Devon and Pamela
had, I was pleased with the overall direction and progress
that Scarlett seemed to be making with us.
   I had a goal in mind for Scarlett - next Christmas.  By
next Christmas, I wanted to be engaged to Scarlett - if not
already married.  Then, the circle would be complete.  I
would most assuredly be married to Devon and Trish already,
and Scarlett would be wife number seven.  I may have my first
five or six children by this time next year, too.  Oh, just
how utterly adorable would Lindsay look with a big baby bump?

   "HELP ME, JEREMY!" Pamela squealed, finally succumbing to
the fact that she was fighting a losing battle in her
skirmish with Kristanna.  Still, she flailed her hands at
Kristanna's shoulders and continued to kick her legs in
protest.  Pamela rocked her face from side-to-side yet again
and whined, "I'm drowning here!"
   With the garden hose still stuffed down the front of
Pamela's blouse, Kristanna shook her head at her beloved
friend and taunted, "Jeremy is not going to help you now!"
   I glanced down at Kaden for a moment, who simply stared
out and made funny faces at the sight of his mother and
Pamela in such a situation.  What could possibly be going
through his little mind right now?
   Next, I leaned down and pecked Kaden's forehead with a
kiss before securing him in a nearby baby seat.  Although
she was still sleeping and out like a light, I stole a quick
kiss from Piper as well.  "I love you both," I told them.
   My next move was to finally rise to my feet.  It was time
for me to lend Pamela a helping hand.
   Halfway there, however, Kristanna stood up and turned the
hose on me.  With Pamela now on one knee and laughing like
never before, as Kristanna sprayed me from head to toe, I
realized that these two ladies had set me up for this...

   Indeed, I would not trade my life for anything!



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