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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a sequel to "Island Fever",
"Island Fever 2: Eternity" and "Island Fever 3: Matrimony". In
order to fully understand this story and the unique situation
that its cast of characters find themselves in, it is
paramount that you are very familiar with the previous three 
stories and their respective plot lines.  In other words, if
you are not familiar with this particular universe, please do 
not attempt to even bother reading this.

All three prior stories can be found on this website.

I had no intention of writing another sequel, but chose to do 
so due to reader requests and demands. I hope you enjoy!




Chapter 01: "Utopia"
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              -*-  Monday, May 18, 2015  -*-
                -*-  Sandvika, Norway  -*-


   "Oh God, Krissy, that feels so good."
   "I could do this all day, you know."
   "I'd definitely have no complaints if you did."
   She giggled.  "I'm sure you wouldn't."
   For the past hour, Kristanna had been perched on the floor
in front of me as I relaxed in my favorite lounge chair, her
blonde head mostly buried in my naked lap.  My precious,
most irreplaceable wife, Kristanna held the base of my hard,
throbbing erection with her right hand, and leisurely sucked
and lashed away at the length of it with her lips and tongue.
The little, wet sounds that Kristanna made with her mouth as
she orally serviced and pleased me were music to my ears.
   Kristanna was being so incredibly soft and tender with her
oral technique, though, and obviously did not want me to cum
any time soon.  Again, I was not about to complain.  She was
so into the glorious, wonderful act of performing fellatio on
me.  At the same time, we spoke about many, various topics
concerning our group marriage, and those who shared in it.
   "You keep that up, you're going to get _lock jaw_."
   Kristanna glanced over at Pamela, who had been seated on
the floor directly beside her for the past hour as well, and
made a face at her.  "Oh, hush Pammy.  You'll get your turn
with Jeremy here again soon enough.  Such a greedy girl!"
   Pamela sneered and crinkled her nose at Kristanna, but
then giggled once she made eye contact with me.  I reached
out with my right hand and cupped the side of Pamela's face,
silently telling her how much I loved her, and how incredibly
special and unique of a human being she was to me.
   Indeed, this was the high life.  I had been relaxing in my
office here inside our mansion, with Kristanna and Pamela
either kneeling or flat-out sitting upon the floor in front
of me, each of them trading my cock back-and-forth between
their mouths at random points as if it were a party favor.
Then again, I told myself, it _was_ a party favor to them.
   "Is Trish feeling any better?" Pamela wondered.
   "I think so," Kristanna purred, her head slowly rising
and falling over my pulsing cock.  "She was pretty down and
out of it yesterday, but seems to be doing much better today.
Must have been a case of the 24 hour flu?"
   "Yeah..." Pamela frowned, now focusing her attention upon
Kristanna, trailing a delicate hand over and across her neck
and shoulders.  She watched Kristanna continue to pay homage
to my cock for several seconds, and then sighed contently.
   "Do you want him back in your mouth for awhile, baby?"
   "Actually, I want you to keep going," Pamela answered.  "I
really enjoy watching you and Jeremy together, Krissy.  You
and him are my two favorite people in the world, you know."
   Kristanna glanced Pamela's way for a brief moment, then
giggled in a nonchalant manner and shrugged her shoulders.
"Suit yourself," Kristanna simply said, before returning her
attention to my shaft.
   "Oh, Scarlett called earlier," Pamela then announced in a
coy tone.  "She said her and Lindsay decided to stay out
longer than expected today, and they will be home later this
afternoon.  Maybe around five o'clock, or thereabouts.
Scarlett said they were going to catch a movie together."
   "What movie are they going to see?"
   "I don't know," Pamela told her wife, before tilting her
head and focusing on me.  "Doesn't Amy have her six month 
prenatal visit at the doctor Wednesday, Jeremy?  She has an
appointment at the hospital, right?"
   "Yes," I responded, aroused, and short of breath.
   "How are our two little rug-rats doing?" Kristanna
inquired, motioning toward the pair of portable baby cribs
in the corner of the office.
   "Kaden and Piper are still napping," Pamela answered
after doing a quick check on the two infant children.
   Kristanna snickered playfully.  "I think it's time that
Jeremy gets me pregnant again."  Pamela giggled as well at
those words, while I let out a deep, needful groan.  
   "I think you better get in line, honey," Pamela declared
at Kristanna, the octaves in her voice rising substantially.
"You know how bad Trish and Lindsay want to get pregnant.
Amy is six months along in her own pregnancy, and is going 
to give birth to Danielle Grace sooner rather than later."
Pamela reached out and massaged my upper leg.  "My God, we
are going to wear poor Jeremy out eventually."
   "That's the idea," Kristanna chuckled, her hypnotic blue
eyes simply sparkling as she glanced up at me.  Those eyes
were lovely, and her face flawless and immaculate, but the
most intoxicating sight of all was her pretty, pink lips
stretched thin, contoured and shaped into a large 'O' around
the bulging width of my cock.  That, and her ravenous nature.
   Kristanna withdrew me from her mouth, and nuzzled her nose
across the rigid underside of my shaft.  The simple, subtle
move sent absolute shock waves throughout my body and soul.
Yet, she turned toward Pamela one more time.
   "Maybe Jeremy can you get pregnant again?"
   Pamela frowned, then shook her head with a serious look of
momentary discomfort upon her face.  "Oh, I don't know," she
fretted.  "I'm afraid all the issues that I went through once
Piper was born last year would only come back to haunt me
again if I had another child."  She was referring, of course,
to her massive struggle with Postpartum Depression.  "I was
really out of my mind - like a different person - for a good
four or five weeks before the medicine started to kick in."
   "Oh, none of us would let you drop down to that point
again," Kristanna assured her.  "We would never allow it to
happen.  But I understand your fear, and totally respect it."
She then pointed toward Pamela's stomach and mused, "You just
looked so adorable with that big baby bump, though!"
   "I didn't have any problems while I was pregnant," Pamela
reminded her.  "It was the moment when Piper was actually born
that my world flipped upside-down.  I... I was not prepared."
   Kristanna again made eye contact with me, then extended
her long, velvety tongue, and gingerly swiped away at my
testicles.  "Doctors say that every woman goes through some
form or another of Postpartum Depression after they give
birth, whether it is a miniscule or a major episode."
   "You didn't."
   "Oh, I did," Kristanna corrected her.
   "When?" Pamela shrilled, not believing her.
   "There were moments when I was scared and felt overwhelmed,
and had doubts," the 25-year-old admitted.  "As I said, every
woman goes through it - even if they do not realize it at
first.  You can ask any doctor.  Ask Scarlett; she's a nurse
at the childbirth center."  Kristanna took one of my testicles
into her wondrous mouth and began to nibble upon it.  "I just
don't want you to look back 20 years from now, Pamela, and
feel regret that you didn't have a second child when the
chance was still there for you.  You're 32, and of a good and
healthy age to have one more child... if not even two more."
   "I know," Pamela mewed, distraught.  "I'm still just scared
that what happened last year would happen again."
   "It's okay, baby," Kristanna soothed, even reaching out and
rubbing Pamela's kneecap as she sat on the floor beside her.
Kristanna could see that Pamela was a bit upset, but clearly
had something in mind that may change that.  "Come on, Pammy.
Don't be sad.  Why don't you suck on Jeremy's cock for awhile
again?  _I_ would love to watch YOU do it."
   "Well, sucking Jeremy's cock has always seemed to cheer me
up," Pamela offered, her right hand having already replaced
Kristanna's at the base of my shaft.  Kristanna trailed her
tongue over and across my sensitive, aching testicles one
final time, then scooted to the side and allowed Pamela to
move in, and have total access.  "And my name is NOT Pammy!"
   Kristanna was laughing now.  "Do you remember when Jeremy
and I went to Maryland, Pammy, and convinced you to come
back to the island with us?  Back in December 2013, right?  
You and Jeremy were totally in love together, but there was 
that special, unique quirk - that tick, maybe.  You and him 
were so scared and apprehensive when it came to having sex 
with each other."  Kristanna giggled once more.  "You two were 
so awkward around each other that first week!  It was so cute!"
   "Jeremy had the quirk," Pamela defended herself.  "Not me.
He was too busy trying to be a perfect gentleman; trying to
convince the jaded stripper - me - that he was interested in
me as an actual human being.  I had serious trust issues at
the time; I'd been burned way too many times in the past."
   "He went so far trying to convince you that his intentions
were good and pure," Kristanna grinned, "that he almost became
scared to look at you in any sort of a sexual or physical
manner.  Yet, down-deep, Jeremy wanted you so badly.  And
when you finally did have sex, Jeremy bumbled and stumbled
over himself so much, not wanting to upset you!"  She patted
me on the side and ended, "Ahh... that's my Jeremy."
   "Look at us now," Pamela chirped at her.  "18 months later, 
Jeremy and I cannot keep our hands off of each other!"
   Pamela began to tease the very tip of my cock with her
exquisitely soft lips and tongue.  She cupped my testicles
with her left hand, while rhythmically pumping and frigging
the base of my shaft with her right.  Pamela then went down
on me several times in succession with her mouth, only to
quickly pull out and splay angel kisses across its pulsating
head.  The whole time, of course, Pamela never wavered,
looking at me with those big, chocolate brown eyes of hers.
   Pamela removed her right hand from my cock, then simply
swallowed it whole.  Still refusing to break eye contact,
Pamela's lips and nose were stuffed hard upon my pubic bone
as she made little gagging and choking noises that sent my
senses spiraling out of control.  I could feel myself deep
in her throat; let me tell you, it was utterly amazing.
   Pamela gasped and breathed deeply 30 seconds later,
finally releasing my shaft and pulling it out of her mouth.
I tossed my head back in my lounge chair and growled like a
raving madman.  How much more of this sweet torture could I
take before my body just spontaneously combusted?
   "That was pretty hot," Kristanna commented, dabbing a
single strand of pre-cum from Pamela's cheek with a finger,
and licking it dry.  She turned Pamela's face toward hers,
and the two ladies shared a slow-moving, deep kiss.  Their
tongues danced together, sliding over their lips.  Kristanna
wrapped her slender arms around Pamela's shoulders, pulling
her close, then opened her mouth and sucked on her tongue.
When it was over, they pulled back slightly and lovingly gazed 
into each others' eyes, and even bumped noses repeatedly.
   Kristanna took my cock into her own right hand yet again,
then smiled up at me as she began to squeeze and frig away.
Pamela, meanwhile, descended over its length once more,
inhaling it up to Kristanna's hand.  Kristanna quickly got
the idea and removed her hand, allowing Pamela to have free
reign.  Pamela began to violently bob her head up-and-down
over my erection, her wondrous, hungry mouth using a vacuum
technique that took me to the very edge of madness.
   "I've always loved watching you suck cock," Kristanna
cooed, the smile on her face enormous, as she rose up to
her knees and moved behind Pamela.  She then reached around
her, and massaged those full, overflowing breasts through
the blouse that Pamela wore with both hands.
   Kristanna watched her wife continue to perform her own
brand of spirited magic on my cock, then shifted her focus
and gazed at me with hot, smoldering eyes.  Taking things
one step further, Kristanna suddenly stood up, and leaned
full across Pamela's shoulder in order to offer me a deep,
soul-touching type of kiss.  Pamela, her head still bobbing
away with reckless abandon, reached up with her right hand
and harshly slapped Kristanna on her sweet, denim-clad ass.
   Unable to sustain myself any further, I simply let go,
and my cock erupted like a volcano within the warm, luscious
confines of Pamela's mouth.  I involuntarily thrusted my hips
upward in the process, wanting to lose myself in her throat.
My heart was thumping in my chest wildly, and my entire body
was alive and pulsing with erotic electricity.  Pamela kept
her lips sealed tight, however, and guzzled down what was 
truly a massive load without any issue whatsoever.
   In the aftermath, Pamela pulled my cock from her mouth,
and _popped_ her lips at me.  "Hmmmmm... that hit the spot!"
   As if on cue, Kristanna was immediately back on the floor
beside Pamela, and kissing her.  Kristanna, of course, was a
devilish fiend when it came to the taste of my semen.  The
Norwegian valkyrie could obviously never have enough of it,
and was not one bit shy about extracting whatever she possibly
could of it from a cummed-in mouth, or flooded pussy.
   My heart was still pumping wildly in the aftermath of a
blowjob that lasted more than an hour, where these two
goddesses had traded me back and forth between them at least
eight or nine times each.  I eventually began to settle down,
though, and felt incredibly mellow as a result.
   "You two girls, and the others... are going to be the
death of me one day," I finally managed to get out, wiping
my brow with a forearm, and breathing deeply.
   Being her usual, playful self, Kristanna giggled and
looked up at me.  There was a heavy dollop of sperm on her
chin.  "At least you'll go out with a smile!"
   "That is true..." I quickly conceded.
   "Are Rande and Kristof coming over for dinner tonight?"
Pamela asked, referring to Kristanna's mother and father who,
of course, lived on the opposite end of this massively large
and sprawling, 300-acre farm, in their own private home.
   "They will be here at eight o'clock," Kristanna told her.
   "Have any idea what Amy has in mind for dinner?"
   "Salmon and gravlax, with sides of fettuccine primavera,
and Kjøttkaker med Brunsaus."
   Pamela raised an eyebrow at her.  "What's that?"
   Kristanna giggled yet again.  She loved to laugh.  "That's
the meatballs with bread crumbs, nutmeg, ginger, and all of
the other tasty ingredients and spices that you love so much!"
   "You could have just said meatballs, you know," I chided.
   "But where's the fun in that?" Kristanna whined.
   Pamela gave my deflated, limp shaft one final swipe with
her tongue.  "I love you, Jeremy," she swooned, those brown
eyes glowing with absolute devotion.  "I love you so much."
   "I love you too, honey."
   "And YOU!" Pamela exclaimed, again turning to look at
Kristanna.  "I love you too, silly girl!"  They kissed again,
but this time it slow and sensuous, and very languid.  Now, my
heart suddenly felt as if it was going to melt like hot butter.
   Pamela then brought Kristanna to her and hugged her tenderly,
saying, "I would do anything for you, Krissy.  Just anything..."
   "I love you," Kristanna responded in kind, again bumping
noses with Pamela, "and I love everything about our life and
family.  I love you, I love Jeremy, I love my Devvy, Trish,
Lindsay, Amy, Scarlett..."  A single tear trickled down 
Kristanna's cheek as she purred, "Every day, I wake up and all 
of this feels like Heaven on Earth to me."
   "And every day feels better and more happy than the one
before it," Pamela added to the sincere thought.  
   Suddenly a bit emotional herself, Pamela again kissed 
Kristanna, but soon the two ladies were glancing up at me 
with watery eyes.  Then, both of them slid upward and
settled across my lap together, and proceeded to hug me in
unison.  I wrapped my arms around them as well, then closed
my eyes and breathed deeply.  I heard Pamela sniffle, as if
she was experiencing tears of joy herself.
   "You're wrong," I simply told them, after several seconds
of otherwise silence.  "This is better than Heaven."

                           * * *

   Oh... the past five months had been quite eventful for me.
After nearly two years of living this dream of a life,
however, at least I was getting used to the roller coaster
ride now.  Not a whole lot shocked or surprised me any more.
   Five months ago, I was in the city of Cincinnati, Ohio,
helping Trish and Lindsay prepare for their wedding that took 
place on December 23, 2014.  Of course, our whole contingent 
was there to assist and revel in the ceremony as well - 
Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Amy and Scarlett, and many other 
throngs of friends and family.
   It was a memorable wedding, no doubt, and ranks as my
personal favorite thus far (even higher than any of the six
I had attended as the lucky groom-to-be).  There is just
something about remembering Trish and Lindsay up there on the
podium, holding hands and exchanging their vows, that makes my 
insides glow like nothing else every time that I think about 
it.  Those two ladies being together just seemed... _right_.
   Five days later, our group was back home in Norway, and
Lindsay married me in a small, private ceremony on the
farm with just the girls, and Kristanna's parents in
attendance.  What I remember most about that particular
wedding, aside from the blessed vows themselves, was that
Lindsay's bridal gown was pure satin, and the color black.
How often did a blushing bride-to-be choose to wear black?
   "I'm going to wear white and be a good girl for Trish at
my wedding with her," I recall Lindsay telling me earlier
that month.  "But at OUR wedding, Jeremy, I'm going to wear
black, and be a BAD GIRL for you!"
   "Bad girls get spanked," Kristanna then chimed in.  Her
words, as you may imagine, proved to be very prophetic...
   The new year ushered in a new resolve, and I made good on
my promise to Kristanna (my original and still, my most
cherished wife of all) as I asked both Devon and Trish to
marry me.  The two ladies said _yes_ through tears of joy,
and I actually wed both of them at the same time on Friday,
April 24, 2015, in a dual ceremony on our very secluded and
private farm.  What made the occasion even more spectacular
was that Devon and Trish also married each other.
   As was briefly mentioned earlier, Amy was not only six 
months pregnant, but she was also happier than I had ever 
seen her before.  Amy was married (to not only me, but
Kristanna, Pamela and Lindsay as well), and she felt, with a
little daughter on the way, her life would soon be complete.
After the long and troubling path she once traveled prior to
meeting us, Amy had found peace as a loving wife, and looked
forward to being the best mother she could possibly be.  She
was finally at ease with herself as a person.  Amy was so
relaxed now, and just... so incredibly happy.
   Pamela was experiencing a litany of problems over the
Christmas holidays, and they stemmed from giving birth to
our daughter, Piper.  Pamela experienced a moderate bout of
Postpartum Depression, and struggled with both her weight
and self-image for several weeks after Piper was born.
   As a group, we were able to convince Pamela to seek help
from a psychiatrist, who prescribed medication that was able
to stabilize and regulate her everyday emotions and mood.
With the aid of Trish (who once worked as a physical fitness
instructor), Pamela went on an exercise program and stuck to
it, and the excess 25 or 30 pounds she had gained during her
pregnancy were quickly burned away.  Eventually, Pamela was
taken off the medication for good, and she was back to normal.
   Today, Pamela looks better than ever.  She is back down
to her desired weight of 120 pounds, and does not have even
a tiny sliver of excess baggage on her frame.  Best of all,
Pamela is happy and content with herself, and her image.
Pamela believes that she looks better now than she did ten
years ago.  Obviously, Pamela feels better spiritually and
emotionally with all of the happiness surrounding her, and is
at a better spot in her life right now than ever before.
   What could I possibly say about Kristanna that has not
been said already?  No one was a better match for me than
her - bar none.  Kristanna was the kindest and most caring
woman I had ever met throughout all my life.  She was also
incredibly selfless - always putting others (mostly me) and
their desires and needs, their wants, ahead of her own.
   Everything Kristanna tried to accomplish, it seemed, was
with the goal of making someone else's life better.  She
was always in a happy-go-lucky mood and was just bursting
with joy, and had a positive, infectious spirit.  Kristanna
loved cracking jokes and could be quite the comedian; even
better, she was not afraid to poke fun at herself.
   What I found the most personal joy and satisfaction out
of as it pertained to Kristanna, however, was watching the
interaction between her and our son, 10-month-old Kaden.
Kristanna was an excellent mother, and loved Kaden more than
life itself.  Kaden was the star than shined brightest in her
eyes.  She would do anything for him.  Amazingly, Kristanna
was even more personable and cheery whenever she was with
Kaden; a crying fit or a grumpy mood from the little guy, no
matter how long or extreme it was, never seemed to faze her.
She was a remarkable woman, and I felt blessed and honored
to call her my wife, and true soul-mate in life.
   Speaking of people who just exude eternal sunshine and
happiness, how could I leave Trish out of the conversation?
While Kristanna was outgoing and overly gregarious, Trish
was just flat-out _nice_.  She was a total doll whose big
heart was overflowing with an endless amount of love and
generosity for others.  Lindsay, of course, was the epicenter
of Trish's universe.  It had been that way since the very 
first time they met each other back in June 2013.
   Trish kept busy here at home on the farm; she and Lindsay
anointed themselves as being in charge of the horses in
the stables, as well as the rest of the barnyard animals
strewn about.  When we were actually home in Norway - and
not vacationing elsewhere in the world visiting various 
family members - Trish and Lindsay would take the horses out 
every single day and ride them amongst the fields and trails.  
They would also feed the chickens, goats and pigs on a daily 
basis (but steered clear of the cows for some, odd reason).
   As was mentioned earlier, Trish and I became husband and
wife back on April 24.  On that same day, I also wed Devon.
   My marriage to Devon was long overdue.  Kristanna had
been wanting me to marry Devon basically ever since I first
met her nearly two years ago.  Kristanna had always thought 
that Devon and I were a good couple.  Kristanna's stake in 
this went much deeper, though; I was her favorite (and only) 
man, quite obviously, and Devon was, by far, her favorite 
woman.  It seemed only natural that Kristanna wanted us to 
hook up.  It was definitely a match made in Heaven.
   Devon had access to my net worth of well over two billion
dollars in American currency and, like the rest of us, lived
in a palatial estate in a glitzy, upscale Norwegian community.
The world was at her fingertips; Devon could have anything her
little heart desired.  All she had to do was speak up, and it
would be hers.  Yet, Devon had recently opted to go back to
school, and had aspirations of one day becoming a nurse, and
working the long and grueling hours that went along with it.
   Devon claimed that she wanted to stay active work-wise, and
had a vested interest in the idea of helping and assisting
others in their time of need.  It made sense; Devon was a
very unique and thoughtful person.  She took this cue from
Scarlett, of course, who had spent the past three years
working as a registered nurse in the childbirth center at
the university hospital in downtown Oslo.
   Scarlett was truly _one of us_ now.  At the beginning, it
took her awhile to adjust to our special lifestyle and the way
we did things.  Scarlett was overly intrigued by the idea of
a group relationship and its limitless dynamics, but felt her
fair share of trepidation early on with actually being part of
one.  It took some time and there were a few bumps along the
way, but Scarlett - whom we initially met the day Kaden was
born, as she was Kristanna's primary childbirth nurse - had
now fully embraced our lifestyle and was truly in it for the
long haul.  That became official, for all intents and purposes,
once she accepted my marriage proposal in front of her parents
on Easter Sunday.  Our wedding was set for March 16, 2016.
   Scarlett was symmetrically gifted, blessed with enticing,
luscious curves that could literally stop a freight train.
But the 30-year-old's beauty went so much further than just
being skin-deep.  The simplest way for me to describe Scarlett
would be to say that she is the type of woman any normal guy
would love to bring home to meet his mother.  Scarlett was
extremely friendly and warm-hearted; but also reserved and
soft-spoken, almost shy to a fault.
   And, of course, Scarlett was a nurse.  How could anyone
find fault with a nurse?  The only reason Scarlett still held
onto that job, considering the financial resources I had
available for her if she so desired?  "I want to help people.
I want to make a difference in the lives of others."  Devon
was starting to take notice, and wanted in, too.
   All things considered, I suppose I wasn't doing too bad
in life, huh?  Six beautiful wives and an equally charming 
fiancee to share my time and life with?  Indeed, I was a 
very lucky man.  I still often wonder... why.

                           * * *

   I was, in a word, enthralled, as I later relaxed in a lawn
chair at poolside underneath the glassed-in portion of the
grounds out front by our luxurious estate on this beautiful,
sunny day, my eyes transfixed on the amazing sight in front
of me.  Pamela was in the pool, closely holding and cradling
our six month old daughter, Piper, to her.  For the past two
or so weeks, Pamela had been giving Piper _swimming lessons_
for about 20 to 30 minutes per day.  My heart was full with
love for Pamela, of course, and I felt such bursting pride
for Piper because she was, for lack of a better term, an
angel.  Put these two together for me; it was pure magic.
   Piper had enjoyed being around water since she was born -
bath-time was always one of her favorites.  She had taken to
the pool quickly in the prior few weeks, and was clearly
having a lot of fun and getting a fair amount of exercise at
the same time.  At only six months old, needless to say,
Piper was unable to swim and/or stay afloat in the water on
her own.  Pamela continually held her close, encouraging her
to tread her arms about and kick her legs, while dunking her
head underwater for no more than a second at a time at random
intervals.  Piper was definitely engaged and happy.
   Kaden, my 10 month old son with Kristanna, had become
_swimming buddies_ with Piper in recent times as well.  He
was in a cranky mood today, though, thus Kristanna opted to
skip his pool session for the day and hopefully try tomorrow.
She was inside the mansion with him right now.
   Pamela had a huge smile on her face as she stood near the
shallow end of the 94-foot, free-form pool, while Piper was
full of nothing but glee and delight.  I just sat there and
watched with admiration as Pamela continually laughed and
spoke to Piper, flailing and bouncing her about.  Piper tried
to keep her little arms hooked around Pamela's neck and, at
one point, balled up a fist and actually socked her mother in
the chin with it.  That made both Pamela and I chuckle.
   Pamela had her issues in the past after Piper was born -
none of which she was at fault for, by the way - yet she was
an excellent mother, and thought the absolute world of Piper.
I could not be any more proud of her for it, either.  Nor 
could I be any more proud of Kristanna for the way she was
raising Kaden.  Life was just too good to be true!
   "Oh!" Pamela gushed at Piper, motioning toward me with an
extended finger.  "Who is that?  Who is that over there?"
Piper looked my way and brought a hand to her mouth, grinning.
"Is that your Daddy?  Oh yes, it is... he's your Daddy!"
   "Hi sweetie," I waved at Piper, and she waved back.
   "Tell Daddy that you are swimming!" Pamela swooned at her.  
"Tell Daddy that you're learning to swim!"
   Piper let out a joyous, happy squeal as Lindsay's all-too
familiar convertible, a 2014 _Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet_,
pulled up alongside the exterior of the humongous glass dome
that surrounded the entire pool area, allowing it to be
temperature-controlled and suitable for year-round use.
Obviously, Lindsay and Scarlett were home from their day out
and about, which included a trip to the movie theater.
   Piper could barely contain herself; she just _knew_ who
that car - a present I got for Lindsay on her 19th birthday -
belonged to, as the two ladies climbed out of it.  Lindsay
would drop whatever she was doing, no matter what it was,
whenever she had the opportunity to take care of and be in
charge of Piper and/or Kaden.  She absolutely loved children.
There was no doubt in my mind that one day - and I sincerely
hoped it would be very soon - Lindsay would be an outstanding
mother herself.  She wanted me to get her pregnant.  On the 
flipside, Piper simply adored Lindsay to no end.
   Lindsay saw Piper in the pool and tossed her shopping bags
on the ground, then came rushing through the side entrance
toward her with both arms extended and weaving them about as
if she was an airplane, only to _crash and burn_, by leaping
into the pool and landing just in front of the little infant.
Yes, Lindsay jumped into the pool - wearing her blouse, denim
jeans, sneakers and all - for the sole purpose of getting a
hysterical, giggling fit out of Piper.
   "Hey you!" Lindsay chirped at her, smiling.  "How's my
Piper?  You're so pretty!  So pretty!  How's my _PIE-per_?
Pretty, pretty _PIE-per_!  Can I have a hug?"
   Easily understanding that request, Piper put both arms out
at her sides, and Lindsay proceeded to give her a very long,
drawn-out hug.  Pamela stood there and smiled at their little
exchange, then clasped Lindsay's wrist and squeezed lovingly.
   Scarlett was smiling herself because of Lindsay and Piper,
but she decided to come straight to me with two full shopping
bags on her arms and then planted a kiss upon my cheek.  "Good
afternoon, lover," she greeted me.
   Everything from Scarlett's smoky, sultry voice to her
excessive cleavage could drive any normal man insane with
passion and desire.  A stunning Nordic beauty who oftentimes
fluctuated between being a blonde and red-head (blonde now),
Scarlett was the embodiment of the term _sex symbol_.
   But the 30-year-old was much more just a pretty face (and
fantastic body).  Scarlett was full of intelligence and wit,
and took great pride in her job as a labor and delivery nurse
in the childbirth center at the university hospital in Oslo.
It was there, of course, where we first met Scarlett; she was
Kristanna's primary nurse and caregiver when Kaden was born
on July 29, 2014.
   Less than 10 months later, Scarlett was now an integral
part of our daily lives and truly a member of the _family_.
She had been living with us since the early part of the fall.
   "Did you enjoy your day out?" I asked Scarlett, while in
the background, Lindsay continued to coo and cavort with
Piper.  Pamela had joined in; it was a truly touching sight.
   "I can't believe you jumped into the pool with all of your
clothes on!" Pamela exclaimed at her.
   "We had fun," Scarlett grinned at me.  "Did some shopping,
went out to lunch, caught a movie."
   "What movie did you go see?"
   "The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout!" Lindsay
suddenly broke out into lyrical song, distracting us, as she
dabbed two fingers at Piper's belly button and inched them
about.  "Down came the rain, and washed the spider out!"
   Finding the scene too adorable to pass up or try and
ignore, Scarlett sighed and took a seat on my knee.  She
grasped my hand and brought it to her lips for a kiss, then
sighed again as she watched Pamela and Lindsay continue to
play with and make Piper giggle in baby glee.

                           * * *
                           
   Ever since I was old enough, one of my favorite hobbies
has been working on automobiles.  I am certainly no expert in
the field, but I do know my way around basic vehicle repair
and upgrades.  I am not quite sure why, but I always found
the overall process of first diagnosing a vehicle problem,
then being able to fix it myself, to be very rewarding.
   The following morning, I decided that it was time that I
finally give Pamela's car, a glitzy 2016 _Lotus Elise_, the
3,000 mile tune-up that it required.  I had been putting the
tune-up off for a couple of weeks and, despite her protests, 
I insisted that Pamela allow me to do it myself instead of
taking her car to the dealership and letting them handle it
professionally.  I was adamant in handling the job myself, 
yet I kept putting it off.  Sounds like a typical man, huh?
   Since things were getting to the point where it was now or
never, I went to the local automobile parts store early in
the morning on this Tuesday and purchased all of the necessary
pieces and tools to finish the task.  Once arriving home, I
buckled down and got to work on Pamela's treasured vehicle.
Oh, she would be _most_ happy with me later on.
   In the maintenance garage just east of the mansion, I was
pretty focused and intent on the upgrade job after more than
an hour of doing it.  Only a few, select things could have
possibly broken my concentration at this moment in time.
   "Aren't you ever gonna finish with that _Elise_?" came a
familiar female voice from outside the garage.  Of course,
that particular voice easily broke my concentration.
   I stopped in the middle of what I was doing, and peered
around the raised hood of the car.  There she was - Lindsay.
Her long blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, only Lindsay's
face and head were visible as she mischievously peeked
around the side of the building.  God, she was beautiful!
Her wavy hair was as yellow as fresh dandelion blossoms and
when she smiled, which was most of the time, diamonds of 
light literally danced and sparkled in her blue eyes.
   "I should be finished soon," was my reply.  "Why, honey?"
   Lindsay rolled those eyes in response, then flashed me 
that winning smile of hers.  "Oh, I don't know.  It's just... 
I am feeling kind of... fluttery, this morning."
   "Fluttery?" I inquired, my eyebrows raised.
   She smiled once again and nodded her head for emphasis.
"Yeah, fluttery.  Happy.  Carefree.  Fluttery, you know?"
   I held back a laugh and answered, "Not really."
   Lindsay giggled as she stepped out from behind the corner
of the building, and into the garage itself.  At that exact
moment in time, my heart literally skipped a beat and I
dropped the heavy, steel wrench on the ground beside me.

   "Do you like my uniform?"  Those sweet-sounding words
brought me out of my temporary state of shock.  A moment
later, once I blinked and re-focused upon her, my jaw hit
the ground.  Lindsay was dressed up as a cheerleader...
   The 20-year-old wore a long-sleeved white blouse with a
green sweater-vest buttoned down her front over top of it.
The sweater-vest was a tight fit, naturally, and showed off
Lindsay's taut, nubile curves in an enticing manner.  The
vest also bore a high school name and emblem; this was a
hold-over from Lindsay's days as a varsity cheerleader while
attending high school back in the United States.
   The skirt she wore was green-and-white, with knife-like
pleats all around it.  The skirt was made of a very light
cotton, so it flipped and bounced about easily as Lindsay
stepped closer to me.  It was also very short and low-cut.
   Underneath the little skirt, a pair of green cheerleader
panties could barely be seen.  From my vantage point, they
looked purely intoxicating.  Lindsay's outfit was topped off
with green socks which were rolled down to her little,
slender ankles, and a pair of white athletic sneakers.
   "My God, Lindsay..." I moaned, my eyes wide in both lust
and desire.  "One of these days, sweetheart... you're going
to drive me insane.  Absolutely insane!  I swear it..."
   Lindsay giggled as she stepped even closer toward me.  "I
don't like it that you're here, working on Pamela's car!"  She
stopped walking, then shrugged her shoulders and even offered
a sexy pout.  "You're not in the mansion - working on me."
   "Should I be... working on you?" I croaked, a full, hard
erection having already formed within my trousers.
   Again, Lindsay shrugged her shoulders, but this time in a
simple manner.  It was accompanied by an innocent expression
upon her enchanting face.  "I wish you were."  She then shot
me a grin and said, "We could play _Stuff the Cheerleader_."
As I moaned out loud at those words, Lindsay playfully winked
at me and concluded, "I'll be waiting for you in bed..."
   Lindsay turned, but then looked back over her shoulder and
blew me a kiss.  The naughty vixen giggled at my reaction,
then turned her head and began walking away.  Lindsay decided
to put a punctuation mark on things as she overly strutted
while walking, her sweet, luscious ass swaying back-and-forth,
her little cheerleader skirt also freely swishing about.
   After she disappeared around the corner of the building,
it took me one second to weigh my options.  I looked into
the vehicle's engine and realized there was still a whole lot
more work to do.  What if Pamela had plans of going somewhere
today?  Her car would not even turn on right now.  If I were
to abandon the tune-up right here and now, there was a good
possibility that Pamela would become very angry with me.
   But on the other hand, though, the image of Lindsay and
her cheerleading uniform flashed throughout my mind.  Fix the
vehicle, or have sex with Lindsay?  Hmmmmm...
   I may be lots of things, but one thing I definitely am not
is a fool.  I quickly closed the _Elise_'s hood and decided
that I would just have to finish the tune-up job at a later
time.  Hopefully, Pamela had plans of taking it easy around
the mansion today.  She was not going anywhere in this car.
   I then hurried over to the large sink, scrubbed and rinsed
myself of all the automobile grease and grime, and was ready
for some action.  YES!  Time to stuff that cheerleader!
   While en route to the master bedroom that I shared with
Lindsay (as well as six other lovely ladies, mind you), the
best way for me to describe my walk is to say that it was
brisk, and fast.  I could have ran the whole way - in fact,
I felt like doing just that - but did not want to be short
of breath for when I reunited with Lindsay.
   Why, you may ask?  I was going to do things to Lindsay.
Many, many things.  One cannot expect me to be gentle and
loving when they show up and flat-out proposition me in a
cheerleader uniform.  Oh, Lindsay was going to get it.  I
definitely needed to reserve all of my strength for her.

                           * * *

   "Oh yes," came a female's voice as I opened the door to
our luxurious bedroom.  "Look at that!  Little green panties.
Cheerleader panties!  So precious..."  My eyes wide, Trish
looked up at me and smiled.  "Oh, hi Jeremy!  It took you a
bit longer to get here than we thought it would."
   I was momentarily stunned by the sight of Trish, who was
seated upon the edge of the bed with an extremely sexy and
provocative outfit of her own on.  Dressed in a very naughty
version of a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, Trish had Lindsay
sprawled out across her lap, and was caressing her upturned
ass with an even palm.  "Is this a sweet ass, or what?"  She
then brought her hand down sharply upon her bride's backside,
slapping it and causing Lindsay to yelp wildly in response.
   Trish opened her mouth and gasped, then offered a playful
expression as she slowly peeled Lindsay's green panties from
her hips.  My young wife's body flinched with perhaps an
equal mixture of apprehension and excitement as her adorable,
little pussy came into full view.
   "Oh... will you look at that?" Trish asked, glancing at me
as she ran a finger along Lindsay's puffy folds.  "So this is
what these naughty cheerleaders hide under their panties!"

   "Dear God..." I moaned in response, realizing that Lindsay
had set me up for a three-some involving her and Trish.

   With a fresh-faced appeal and lush, cherry-red lips, Trish
complimented her sizzling, little Catholic schoolgirl uniform
by styling her long-flowing brown hair into a pair of bushy
pig-tails.  They were held in place by two pink ribbons.  The
32-year-old also sported a pair of dark, thigh-high stockings
on each firm, luscious leg, along with black patent shoes
which neatly buckled into place.
   Trish's schoolgirl skirt was more like a kilt.  Its color
black, the skirt was sinfully erotic and extremely low-cut.
She also wore a black bra underneath an open, white blouse,
which was knotted together at her midriff.
   Trish could surely never be equaled aesthetically.  Those
voluptuous, athletic curves, that flawless, immaculate face, 
the stroke of a moist finger across a delicate chin...
   "I think you need to be spanked!" Trish roared, turning
her attention to Lindsay.  "Cheerleaders shouldn't EVER wear
panties!  You should flaunt your little pussy for everyone
to see!"  She turned back toward me and asked, "What do you
think, Jeremy?  Should I spank her for hiding her pussy?"
   "Oh yes..." I gasped in response.  "GOD, YES!"
   "You're hiding your pussy!" Lindsay protested, albeit with
a playful grunt, as she reached for Trish's schoolgirl skirt
and yanked at it.  "Look, Jeremy," Lindsay said, trying to
plead her case.  "She's hiding her pussy, too!"
   "You little tattle-tale!" Trish exclaimed, smacking her
hand across Lindsay's ass.  She groaned and yelped as Trish
proceeded to land a series of stinging blows across her taut,
yet tender backside, causing it to squirm and jiggle about.
   "Spank me harder..." Lindsay soon begged, and then Trish
got a hard, determined look upon her face.
   My heart was now racing as Trish proceeded to pepper her
lover's exquisite ass with swat after heavy swat, courtesy
of her hand.  Soon, Lindsay began to scream in response as
her entire body rocked wildly about atop Trish's trusting
lap.  Her cheerleader uniform, with the lone exception of
her little green panties, was still in place.  Well, Lindsay's
skirt was hiked well above her waist...
   "Oh God..." she cried loudly, the skin upon her precious
ass turning a bright shade of red before my very eyes.  "We
all know that you're the bad girl, Trish, and you're the
one who needs to be spanked!  Not MEEEEE!..."
   "Take that, you tease!" Trish taunted, as she continued
to slap her hand upon Lindsay's upturned ass.  After several
more blows, Trish finally relented as her breathing became
rather labored.  She had a glazed-over look in her eyes.
   "I think Lindsay deserved that," Trish grinned, sighing
deeply.  "Don't you think she deserved that, Jeremy?"  Trish
paused for a moment, then looked down at Lindsay and cooed,
"What about you, sweetheart?  Did you deserve to be spanked?"
   "Yes..." came her answer.  "I... I deserved it."
   "Of course you deserved it," Trish said, grabbing Lindsay
by the pony-tail and gently pulling her into a seated
position.  The 20-year-old shuffled around for a bit, and
then found herself seated upon Trish's comfortable lap.
   "Awww... does that sweet, little ass hurt?" she squealed,
before turning Lindsay's face toward hers and offering the
princess a soft, gentle kiss.  I groaned at the mere sight
of their lips and tongues dueling together.  Gentle, lustful
moans could be heard as the two ladies continued kissing.
Not only was Lindsay my wife, but so was Trish...
   "You need to be spanked much more than I do, Trish!" Lindsay
insisted with a pout, reaching back and massaging her aching
backside with an open palm once their exchange of lips and
tongues subsided.  "You've always been the bad one!"
   Trish clearly took exception to those words, giggling and
shaking her head in tandem.  She offered her young counterpart
another open-handed swat and proclaimed at me, "Lindsay was 
the typical cheerleader while she was growing up and still in 
high school, Jeremy.  She was a major, major tease.  I mean, 
a really MAJOR tease.  You have no idea, really.  But like 
most cheerleaders, Lindsay never put out."   Lindsay
screeched as she received yet another heavy-handed blast...
   "How often did you PUT OUT, baby, before meeting Jeremy
and the rest of us on the island?" Trish asked her.  "Never, 
right?  You've always loved being a cheerleader.  But did you 
ever do anything more than just tease?"
   "No," Lindsay replied, which drew another unrelenting
swat upon her ass.  "I... I was a virgin before the island,
and meeting you and Jeremy.  You know that, Trish."
   Trish smirked at her.  "I remember you once told me that 
you used to wear your cheerleader uniform to school every 
single chance you could.  Your father was always against the 
idea, you told me, but your mother let you do it because
she felt it was your way of acting out and seeming pretty."
Trish giggled and added, "Little did your mom know that it 
was your own secret way of trying to act like a tease."
   "IT WAS NOT!"
   "How long were you a cheerleader again, Lindsay?  How many
years was it?"
   "Six," she responded.  "Two years in junior high, and
then four in high school."
   "You never had sex with anyone all those years," Trish
surmised, "yet you were relentless when it came to teasing.
Am I right, Lindsay?  Come on, be honest with Jeremy here.
You wouldn't want to lie to him now, would you?  You LOVED
to walk around school and have all those eyes on you."
   "Yes," she answered.  "I... I loved wearing my uniform to
school and having everyone look at me... like Jeremy did,
earlier when he was working on the car."
   Trish giggled.  "Probably had visions in your dirty,
little mind of taking on the entire football team at once.
Maybe offer yourself to them in reward for a big win?"
   "Trish!" Lindsay gasped, before looking up at me and shaking
her head quite vehemently.  "That's not true!  I was NOT that
type of girl!"  Lindsay seemed frantic and upset at her wife
for a moment, but then her expression softened and she smiled
warmly at me.  "Trish and I figured you would have a lot more
fun, Jeremy, being with us than working on Pamela's car."
   Trish reached down and, with Lindsay still sprawled about
her lap, lovingly hugged her with both arms.  "Lindsay and I
will definitely have more fun with you here, Jeremy."  
   Their verbal exchange about Lindsay and her so-called
desires as a high school cheerleader was nothing more than a
game of _show_ for me.  I was used to it by now; all of the
ladies were usually looking to get a reaction out of me with
things they said.  Still, I always felt blessed and excited 
regardless.  I would never grow tired of their efforts.
   "Look, Trish," Lindsay grinned, motioning toward my jeans -
or more specifically, the bulge protruding outward from them.
"He's hard already!  Why don't you suck him off for a bit?"
   Trish's eyes drifted downward, and then the seductress
licked her lips at the sight of the throbbing lump within
my trousers.  She made eye contact with me once again, then
offered her most shy, innocent smile.  "Is that for me?"
   I reached down and rubbed the bulge with my left hand.
My cock felt really uncomfortable within the unforgiving
confines of my jeans.  It needed to be set free...
   "Yes baby... this is for you," I answered, now squeezing
the bulge with my left hand.  "Why don't you come over here
like a good, little schoolgirl, and show me just how much
you have learned in that _Cocksucking 101_ class you're in?"
appreciative you really are for what we have given you?"
   "That sounds incredibly naughty," Trish snickered.  "A
good, little schoolgirl?  Cocksucking 101?"  Lindsay rolled 
off of Trish's lap and settled onto the bed as the vivacious
32-year-old, who easily looked ten years younger, then 
sashayed her way over to me.  Trish momentarily turned her 
back and glanced across her shoulder my way, lifting the hem 
of her ruffled skirt and giving me a clear view of her black 
panties underneath.
   Trish then smoothed her skirt back down and into place,
and giggled once more.  "Lindsay said you absolutely love
flashy, little skirts, and the panties that go with them."
Trish turned toward me and shook her head.  "I feel like a
little tease!  I feel even more exposed in this outfit than I
do when I am totally naked - if you can believe that."
   "You can take it off if you prefer..." I gulped.  Please,
I said to myself.  I really did not want her to take it off.
But I had to be an agreeable gentleman about it...
   "Oh no, leave it on," Lindsay advised her.  "Jeremy wants
that uniform on you at all times, Trish.  He doesn't want you
to take a thing off - trust me.  He is going to want to fuck
you in your schoolgirl uniform, too.  Am I right, Jeremy?"
   "Yes honey, you are..." I nodded emphatically.
   Smiling and full of happiness, Trish dutifully dropped to
her knees.  She leaned forward ever-so-slightly and placed
both hands upon the carpeted floor.  Her brown eyes glowing,
Trish looked up at me with an expression full of adoration.
Oh my, she was so incredibly gorgeous... so perfect.
   That modelesque face.  The brown pig-tails with the pink
ribbons.  An incredibly wicked Catholic schoolgirl uniform
which featured an open blouse and a teeny-tiny skirt.  A very
submissive posture to boot.  Yes, it was official.  Trish was
the schoolgirl of my wildest dreams now.
   "Well... are you gonna take it out?" Trish giggled,
motioning toward the aching lump in my jeans with her eyes.

   I suddenly got a new idea in mind.

   Wanting to luxuriate in the taste of her mouth before she
went into one of her patented oral frenzies, I reached down
with both hands and gently pulled Trish to her feet.  She
offered me a quizzical look for a moment, but that quickly
faded away once I pressed my lips to hers for a kiss.
   I curled both arms around Trish's ripe, perfect body,
then slid my hands downward and sneaked them underneath the
hemline of her little skirt.  I squeezed and caressed her
lush, tight ass through the fabric of those black panties.
Trish hooked her right leg around my waist and just seemed
to melt in my arms as our tongues dueled between our pressed
mouths.  This young woman was a true, Heaven-sent angel.
   Meanwhile, Lindsay had a dreamy, far-reaching smile across
her own face as she reclined on her side upon the bed and
openly masturbated with a hand tucked between her lithe,
slender thighs.  I temporarily felt light-headed at the
mere sight of my youngest wife watching Trish and I make out.
   When Trish forged her hand between our bodies and found
that aforementioned bulge in my trousers, I let out a hoarse
moan.  Soon, I reached upward and squeezed her breasts, 
which were large and jutting toward me, with both hands.  I
even slipped my hands into the open portion of her white 
blouse and then caressed their exquisite firmness through the 
black bra she was wearing.
   By now, our kiss had reached truly epic proportions.
Trish was trying to jam her tongue right down my throat.
Of course, I was reciprocating her effort with an equal one
of my very own.  She also had her right hand stuffed deep
inside of my trousers, and was busily frigging and pumping
my erection like there was no tomorrow.
   Once our kiss was broken, I took a step back and glared
at Trish with pure lust in my eyes.  "Get on your knees
and suck my cock," I told her, my voice strict and firm.
For an instant, I was stunned that I would use such a tone
with Trish.  I had just spoken to her like she was Amy or,
to a lesser extent, Lindsay - like she was a submissive.
   Nevertheless, Trish dutifully dropped to her knees and
ripped my jeans and briefs downward in one quick motion.
She grasped my swollen cock with both hands and immediately
began stroking away at it.  The saucy vixen somehow managed
to get my cock even harder than it was before.
   Eventually, however, Trish pursed her lips together and
took the head of my shaft into her mouth.  Those brown eyes
of hers made contact with mine as she flicked her tongue over
and across my cock within the confines of her mouth.  She
removed her left hand from my erection, but kept her right
on its base and continued frigging as her head then began to
bob back-and-forth in a heated, frenzied motion.
   Although an extreme amount of erotic pleasure was swirling
throughout my body as Trish serviced my cock upon her knees
(where this pretty diva belonged, mind you), I still kept an
eye on Lindsay.  Her face now flushed, Lindsay was groaning
as she continued to watch us and masturbate at the same time.
I knew for a fact that Lindsay always seemed to _get off_ on
the sight of another woman giving me pleasure.  Those feelings
seemed to multiply, though, when that woman was Trish...
   Trish snickered as I reached down with both hands and
latched onto her girlish pig-tails.  I extended them outward
and treated them like handlebars as the sizzling enchantress
continued forth with her oral assault.  I felt so perverted!
   When I let out a loud, animalistic moan, Trish must have
sensed that I was very close to the edge of orgasmic release.
With a sweet smile, she tightened her lips around my cock and
offered me her most innocent expression.  That was it...
   "OHHHHH, GOD YES!" I roared out, as a heavy flow of thick
sperm pulsed from my cock right into Trish's perfect mouth.
Unable to swallow the full explosion at once, Trish whipped
my shaft out of her mouth and aimed it at her face.  She was
rewarded it with a cum-shot right between the eyes.
   Streamers of gooey sperm dangled from the corner of her
mouth, but she quickly gathered them with her left hand while
still stroking my cock with her right.  She placed her left
hand upon her mouth and wiped it, leaving a thick coating of
semen there.  It gave her the look of a nasty schoolgirl...
   Trish roughly squeezed my cock with her hand, forcing
the last drops of my release to ooze out from within its tip.
With a far-away expression upon her face, Trish slid the
head of my shaft across her cheek.  The move left a thick
blotch of sperm there, which was obviously what she wanted.
   "Let me look at you," I groaned, latching onto Trish's
shoulders and gently pulling her to her feet.  I took a step
back and again admired the sight of Trish in the Catholic
schoolgirl uniform.  It definitely had a naughty aura to it -
her white blouse was completely unbuttoned and knotted at
her bare midriff, displaying the black bra that she wore
underneath.  She also had black panties on beneath her skirt.
   "Are you a naughty schoolgirl?" I teased her, grinning.
"It's not all that often that schoolgirls wear black bras
and panties underneath their uniform.  Supposed to be white."
   "Oh yeah... I'm DEFINITELY a naughty schoolgirl," Trish
giggled, nodding her head.  "A VERY naughty schoolgirl."
   "You even have cum all over your face and mouth..."
   Trish laughed again.  "My smile is brightest when there
is cum on my face."  She wiped some of the excess off with
her fingertips, then sucked them dry.  "Hmmmmm... yummy!"
   "Those black, thigh-high stockings you have on make you
look even more naughty," I observed, simply role-playing with
her as she did earlier with Lindsay.  "You're a bad girl, 
Trish.  A very bad girl."  I smiled at her.  "Do you know 
what happens to bad girls?"
   "They get spanked?" Trish squealed.
   I laughed at her impish tone of voice.  "Normally, yes.
But I want something more right now.  Something better."  I
folded my arms, the look upon my face much more serious.
"Take your panties off... but leave your skirt on."
   "He's going to give you a hard fucking!" Lindsay chirped.
   "But I thought you wanted me to leave my pan..."
   "TAKE your panties off," I demanded, my eyes piercing.
   Trish nodded her head in a timid manner, then reached
underneath her loose-fitting black skirt and let her panties
fall harmlessly to the carpeted floor.  She stepped out of
the garment and kicked it elsewhere, then turned her focus
squarely upon me.  "What now, Jeremy?"
   "Lay down on the bed and show me your pussy."
   "Lay down next to me, Trish!" Lindsay suggested, even
extending both arms outward toward her as an invitation.
   The twinkle in Trish's eyes returned as she giggled and
fell backward onto the comfortable mattress.  On her back,
the lovely brunette lifted the hem of her skirt and spread her
succulent thighs far apart - giving me a classic, bird's eye
view of what I wanted to see most.  Lindsay quickly embraced
Trish with both arms and began to greedily lick and slurp
away whatever sperm was left upon her face with her tongue.
   That little display of affection between them was all I
needed to receive what best could be described as a hot,
electric surge of energy upon my shaft.  My cock sprang back
to life and was fully erect in no time flat.
   Lindsay still looked fantastic in that little uniform she
had on.  The white blouse with the green sweater-vest over
it, along with a swishy, little green-and-white skirt which
was now bunched up around her abdomen.  Her green panties
were long gone, but the matching socks and shoes were still
upon her feet.  Lindsay was the cheerleader of my dreams!
   I began to wonder just how many uniforms and costumes
Lindsay had in her arsenal.  I lost track of how many times
she had dressed up in various costumes and role-played for
me in the past.  Obviously, Lindsay was well aware of how
much I enjoyed it, and she was very eager to please me.
Fortunately, Trish finally decided to join the parade by 
dressing up just like Lindsay, and others such as Kristanna,
Devon, Pamela and Amy had done for me in the past.
   I growled in sheer, total arousal as I quickly mounted
Trish in the missionary position, while hooking her legs over
my shoulders in the process.  Now twiddling her beautiful,
shaven pussy with a pair of extended fingers, Trish moaned
and glared up at me with a lustful expression of her own as
Lindsay continued to serenade her face with kiss after kiss.
   God, I said to myself.  This seemed criminal - Trish had
the aura of a high school girl with that uniform on!  And 
Lindsay was no different, with her cheerleader outfit!
   "Give it to me!" Trish literally begged, being bold.
"Fuck my pussy with your cock!  Fuck me!  Fuck me NOW!"
   I latched onto one of Trish's luscious breasts through
her open blouse and bra with my left hand, then fisted my
cock with my right and forged my way into her tight pussy.
I growled at first, adjusting to the incredible feeling of
spearing a pussy so small and tight.  Trish, meanwhile,
moaned in utter passion and stared up at me with wide eyes.
She was enjoying this _almost_ as much as I was...
   "Fuck her, Jeremy!" Lindsay insisted.  "Fuck her hard!"
   Trish suddenly squawked and roared out in arousal as I
began to thrust myself in-and-out of her.  Already, I was
pounding her as hard as possible, my testicles slapping
cruelly against her upturned ass with each and every forward 
stroke.  There was no way that I could go slow with Trish.  
Not here - and not now.  Not with the way she and our
charming wife were both dressed...
   Trish looked so gorgeous as she thrashed her face from
side-to-side beneath me, a series of hot moans and screams
emanating from deep within her throat.  Her pig-tails were
splayed out on either side of the mattress as her whole body
squirmed and writhed about in the powerful sensations.  The
schoolgirl uniform only doubled our shared intensity.
   My left hand still clutching one of her breasts, I held
onto her hip with my right and continued to feverishly pump
myself in-and-out of her at a blinding rate of speed.  The
pleasure for Trish was evident right now.  She clenched
her eyes and kept them shut as I dropped the hammer on her.
   "Pull out of me when you're gonna cum!" Trish boomed as
I pounded her.  "PULL OUT OF ME WHEN YOU'RE GONNA CUM!"
   Sensing that could happen at any given moment, I granted
Trish's request and stood up from the bed.  Grasping my
cock, I busily frigged it and aimed for the open portion of
her white blouse.  Trish, though, had different ideas.
   She sprung off the mattress with cat-like quickness and
pushed me down onto it.  Landing on my back, I gulped my
throat and looked on with nothing but lust as Trish then
sat down upon her knees on the bed and leaned completely
over.  She wanted to taste and swallow my eruption yet again!
   "Quit hogging his cock for yourself!" Lindsay complained,
even shoving Trish to the side.  Of course, it was done in a 
very safe, playful manner.  "He's my husband too, Trish...
you know!  I get to swallow his cum this time."
   "HEY!" Trish whined, as Lindsay quickly wrapped her lips
around my shaft and literally swallowed it whole in one
swift, easy motion.  I rolled over myself, pinning Lindsay
beneath me, and quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth.
   With her face now turned upward at me, Lindsay was blasted
with one massive wave of sperm after another.  My thick and
creamy goodness was raining down on the wicked cheerleader as
Trish sat idly by with a massive pout.  Trish seemed to be
quite angry and fuming, but I knew she was just playing...
   Lindsay was unable to keep her eyes open with the deluge,
but she amazingly had the presence of mind to continue smiling
with her lips parted and tongue extended as I splattered my
sperm all over her sweet, impeccable face.  My entire world
was spinning wildly and out of control; I was quite dizzy and
short of breath - and satisfied beyond all belief.

   Once the flow had finally stopped, Lindsay managed to open
her eyes once more, stretching nasty strings of semen between
her eyelids.  Thick wads of cum were draped across her happy
lips and her healthy, pearly-white teeth.
   Lindsay simply continued smiling joyfully up at me.  She
opened her mouth wider, letting some sperm on her teeth slide
down into her hungry mouth.  Then she used her tongue to lap
up the rest of the juice on her teeth and lips, swallowing it
without a moment's hesitation.
   Trish's gaze was narrow and strict as she eyed her lover,
but that quickly changed once Lindsay looked over at her and
extended both arms as an open invitation.  Trish immediately
went to Lindsay and began to lick and vacuum up any excess
sperm left on her face and forehead with her lips and tongue.
   "That was MY cock," Trish chided her, "and you STOLE it!"
   "Did not!"
   "Did too!"
   "DID NOI!"
   "DID TOO!"
   "Oh God, I love you both!" I moaned, my emotions getting
the best of me due to their little, fun-spirited verbal spat.
I hugged Trish from behind and pulled her to my chest, and
kissed her shoulder.  "I love you both so much..."
   "We love you too, Jeremy," Lindsay beamed, now looking
past her wife and focusing on me.  "We all love you - me,
Trish, Krissy, Devon, Pamela, Trish, Amy, Scarlett.  All
seven of us love you more than you'll ever know!"
   "And I love you," Trish cooed, re-gaining Lindsay's
attention, before offering her a deep, open-mouthed kiss.
I simply looked on in pure amazement as these two precious
darlings kissed each other for well over a minute - little,
muffled sounds of excitement and lust coming from them.
   What could possibly be better than being with my naughty,
cheerleader vixen of a wife, and our Catholic schoolgirl
bride with the bushy, brown pig-tails at the same time?...



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