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Island Fever 5: Family
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com
M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 13: "Gremlin"
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-*- Wednesday, March 23, 2016 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-
"I woke up at five-thirty this morning because a rabbit
landed on my head. You'd think that after a year-and-a-half
of living in this house, with the massive zoo of animals and
pets we seem to have, I would be used to it, but between the
claws and the jerky movements, it's still a major shock every
single time. I know Kristanna usually locks Bugs Bunny up
at night, because he terrorizes our sleep, but we couldn't
catch him last night and we were too tired to pursue him
beyond calling his name and making kissy noises."
I raised an eyebrow at Trish. "Kissy noises?"
She nodded. "Bugs occasionally comes to us when called."
Trish then shook her head quite theatrically. "Not a good
way to start the day. He landed. Claws and hair went
everywhere. I sat up screaming, trying to untangle myself
from the mess of sheets I was wrapped in. I tripped over
what was still around my ankles as my feet hit the floor.
The rest of my body followed. I woke up Krissy, Pamela and
Lindsay in the process. From my new vantage point on the
floor, all I could see was Bugs running away so fast his tail
was literally spinning behind him."
I smirked. "Sounds like a highly traumatic experience."
Trish stifled a laugh. "You think?" She paused, then
continued, "I can only imagine Krissy, when she was younger,
growing up on this farm. She's had dozens of pet rabbits
and other animals. Krissy is the reason why our house is the
zoo that it is." Trish giggled and nodded her head. "I bet
you anything Krissy had the blue corduroy jacket with the
little badges. She had the sturdy shoes. When other girls
were in school, they wore little skirts and spandex pants and
went to cheerleader practice, but I bet you Krissy wore boots.
When other girls raised money with bikini car washes, Krissy
raised money by getting people to overbid on pig meat. When
other girls learned to jump really high and squeal, Krissy
learned how to milk a cow. Such is life on a farm."
"You do realize at one point, Krissy said she had 14
rabbits when she was growing up," I reminded Trish. "But
her mom - Rande - put her foot down one day, and said there
was no reason whatsoever for Krissy to have so many rabbits.
Thus, her brood was disbanded. Krissy says the parental
control and intervention backfired on Rande, though, because
Krissy discovered sex the very next week."
"Bugs Bunny is enough rabbit for me," Trish deadpanned.
"I'm glad we don't have another. Plus, Lindsay thinks that
Bugs is stalking her, and it would not surprise me one bit
if he is. Bugs is the bunny gremlin."
"Eh?" I blurted out, chuckling.
"Lindsay claims that Bugs Bunny is stalking her," Trish
reiterated. "She said she was sitting on the sofa this
morning, minding her own business, and Bugs kept darting in
and pulling her slipper off, and then biting her foot.
Then, Lindsay says, he would retreat and eventually do it
again. Me, personally? I think Bugs is the bunny gremlin.
He makes me paranoid. Lindsay says she kept seeing him
today no matter where she went in the house, only for him to
creep under the sofa, the bed, the treadmill. I don't know,
Jeremy, but I think Bugs is plotting something big."
"Did you just call our pet rabbit a... bunny gremlin?"
"I did!" Trish giggled, unable to control her laughter.
"Lindsay has little fuzzy monkey heads on her slippers,
you know," I offered. "Bugs probably feels that his
dominance is being threatened. I've never had a problem
with Bugs myself. Remember, he used to stay in the house
back when I lived on the island. Krissy found him wandering
the streets of Lima five years ago and brought him to me.
He has actually been a pretty cool pet over the years."
Trish let loose with an exaggerated pout. "You should've
named him Evil Bunny Einstein! He's not a normal rabbit. I
think Bugs is intent on house-wide vermin destruction."
I was laughing. "He is not a bunny gremlin, sweetheart,
and he is not evil. Trust me on that."
I watched a picturesque smile break across Trish's face.
She was clearly in a very playful, jovial mood tonight, and
it showed. Trish made my life better in every way imaginable.
Simply talking to her was mesmerizing, looking at her was
enthralling, and kissing her was like heaven on Earth.
I absolutely loved Trish. I loved having discussions with
her. I loved watching her care and nurture for our little
son, Jackson. I loved the way Trish would challenge me when
we disagreed on something, and not always let me have my way
like a few of my other wives did. I loved that she was so
incredibly dedicated to Lindsay and our overall family scheme.
I loved the pensive look Trish got on her face whenever she
was deep in thought. Simply put, I loved everything about her.
"What are you thinking now, Jeremy?"
I inhaled sharply, enjoying the moment, and stared into
those beautiful eyes, the color of chocolate, and said what
was in my heart. "I was just thinking how wonderful you are
and how you weren't a part of my life until three years ago."
Trish relaxed back into her chair. "I know. I feel as
if I've known you for so much longer. Maybe it's because I
spend so much time thinking about you when we're apart."
"To me, you're just super hot."
Trish stymied a giggle. "Gee, thanks. That's all?"
"Speaking of which..."
"Yes?"
Lindsay's golden smile, all cute and innocent, had my mind
in a daze. Having just stepped into the upstairs office with
us, Lindsay looked all sexy and amazing with tousled hair and
that sweet, covergirl face. She wore denim jeans and a yellow
button-up made of cotton, untucked, but still slim-fitting.
"God, look at you," Trish moaned, her focus and attention
solely on Lindsay now. Could anyone blame her? Before I knew
what happened next, Trish sprung up from her chair and claimed
a hot, scorching kiss from Lindsay. The kind that set one's
senses ablaze and made their head swoon with raw desire.
Trish followed up the kiss by slipping her hands beneath
the blouse Lindsay wore and tenderly massaging her stomach
with both thumbs. "Hi baby," she grinned at her, stealing
another kiss. "You finally get Kaylee to fall asleep?"
"It was a struggle, but yes, I did," Lindsay answered,
referring to our daughter. "Kaylee was being really fussy.
Your boy, Trish - Jackson - is still out like a light in the
nursery with her. I doubt either of them will be up for a
good three hours." She then glanced toward me. "Hi Jeremy.
What have you and Trish been up to? Waiting here for me?"
"You know it," I nodded. "Been talking a lot, actually.
Trish wants me to get on the exercise and yoga program that
she has you on right now. We also kicked around the idea of
taking a vacation to the island much later in the year, when
Jackson, Kaylee, Ariel and Dylan are all old enough to
withstand such a long airline flight. We had such a good
time there last summer. Perhaps in October or November?"
Trish scrunched an eye and peered at Lindsay. "We were
also talking about that evil bunny gremlin."
I could not help but to smile. Trish was amusing, even
if she was not trying to be at the moment. And attractive.
Very, very attractive. She did not have to try for that.
"Bugs is bad news," Lindsay nodded, clearly taking Trish's
side on this issue. "He's a creeper. A big creeper. Been
following me around all day."
"I've been known to follow you around all day before..."
"We all know you're a creeper, Jeremy," Trish retorted at
me, giggling. "You're the creep-du-jour."
"Wow. Thanks."
Earlier, Trish and Lindsay went to the doctor and received
full clearance from him to return to normal sexual activity
following the birth of their son and daughter, respectively,
nearly six weeks ago. It almost tore Lindsay to shreds to be
forced to abstain from sex for so long. Trish took it more in
stride, but even she had been getting antsy in recent weeks.
Finally being freed from the doctor's shackles (Lindsay's
words) had been a long time coming for both of them.
While there had been talk of a group make-out session
involving Kristanna and rumors swirling of them taking part in
a three-some with Alison, Trish and Lindsay ultimately decided
to spend the evening with me. Which I suppose seemed fitting,
though I was convinced beforehand that they would go to bed
with Alison instead of me. Alas, I was the lucky one. Trish
and Lindsay, they told me, wanted to have sex tonight with the
two people they loved more than anyone (each other, and me).
The others could wait, they said, until another time.
"Bugs needs to stay in his cage more often," Trish mused.
"I prefer to call it a bunny townhouse," Lindsay offered,
"especially in front of the little monster. I told him last
week, Bugs, your townhouse has it all. Why resist it so much?
It's two stories high with cedar accents and a little bunny
ramp to go between the levels. You even have your own master
suite - a little wooden bunny box with an arched entryway.
There's plenty of food and water. It is bunny luxury at its
absolute finest! What more do you possibly need?"
"Yet every time we manage to get him inside, we have to deal
with his creepy bunny stares of death," Lindsay added. "His
little ears flat, his nose twitching... planning Armageddon."
Before I could even contemplate a response, Lindsay stepped
forward, touched my cheek, and then kissed me. It was a soft,
languid kiss, a simple brushing of her lips across mine, but
it was only the beginning. The warmth I encountered from my
youngest bride was intoxicating and had my senses suddenly
spiraling out of control in the most awesome way.
Lindsay's instinct took over and she deepened the kiss,
simply because there was no reason not to. Sharp jolts of
electricity began to shoot throughout me as I brought my
right hand up to fully cradle her face, then brush it through
her long-flowing, sumptuous blonde hair.
Lindsay knew exactly what she was doing, which buttons to
press, to get me going. She kissed me with skilled precision
as my limbs momentarily went weak with desire.
But soon, it was over.
When Lindsay withdrew her mouth from mine, Trish took hold
of my chin and moved my face so it was in line with hers. An
instant later - before I could even breathe - Trish was the
one kissing me. I grasped the fabric of her t-shirt for some
sort of stability at this pleasant turn of events.
"Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned, eyeing us. "I love seeing the
two of you together like this."
More kissing. The most awesome type of kissing. Olympic
gold medal kissing. As our lips danced, I closed my eyes,
allowing myself to revel in the sensations alongside Trish.
Thankfully, all thoughts of gremlin rabbits vanished.
"I'm going to take his cock out and work on it for a bit
while you have your fun with him," Lindsay told Trish, which
of course caused my eyes to nearly burst from their sockets.
Lindsay simply could not contain herself from my shaft.
"Just don't get too lost down there, honey," Trish advised
her. "I want to help you suck on his cock, too."
Trish moved in closer, wrapping her loving arms around my
shoulders and then taking a seat upon my lap. She then placed
her sweet mouth against the very spot under my ear that she
knew never failed to cause hot shivers to run throughout me.
I could not repress a little moan as my eyes closed and my
skin sizzled in the aftermath. I brought both hands up to
Trish's large, exquisite breasts and pawed at them through
her white t-shirt, feeling the steady beat of her heart.
"Jeremy." Her intonation was so breathy, so spellbinding,
that Trish held me captive using nothing more than her voice.
Suddenly, I wanted to become forever lost in this woman.
I leaned forward slowly, moving my lips closer to hers,
seeking the pleasure I knew was there. But Trish did not
want to wait. Her mouth took mine fiercely, powerfully, her
tongue exploring every recess. Trish growled in response
and she opened her mouth wider, hungrily, as if she could
not get enough from me. The feeling was mutual.
My hands slid under her hips, lifting her, pulling her
upward and tightly against me. The shameless intensity of
the moment quadrupled a second later, though, when I felt a
separate pair of hands tugging at my belt and trousers.
Sensing her wife's own desire and hunger, Trish stood up
on her knees astride my hips in the chair, allowing Lindsay
access to what she craved more than anything else in the
whole, wide world. My belt went flying. Trousers and briefs
were yanked down. When my shaft popped out, alive and pulsing
at attention, Lindsay wrapped her little, manicured hand
around it and began stroking away.
"Suck that cock, baby," Trish moaned at Lindsay, her mouth
still smashed upon mine. "Oh, I know how much you want to."
I growled like a madman and tilted my head back as I felt
Lindsay's mouth envelop my cock like a vacuum. In an instant,
she was bobbing up-and-down, her mouth giving me the wondrous
pleasure I had grown quite accustomed to from her, but had
not received since before our daughter was born. I glanced
down and caught a glimpse of her little blonde head furiously
bouncing about as Trish continued to assault and ravage me
with kisses, literally claiming my soul in the process.
Yet again, it ended too soon.
Trish broke the kiss and actually moved away from the
chair, allowing Lindsay to take center stage for a moment.
Lindsay shuffled a bit, finding the best angle and spot on
her knees in front of me, then really went to town.
"I want you to gag on that cock," Trish said, grasping
Lindsay by the back of her head and pushing forward. She
kept both hands there and aided with the bobbing motion as
Lindsay began to pant and groan. "Do you like sucking
Jeremy's cock?" Trish taunted her. "I want you to choke on
it, baby. Yeah, that's a good girl. Deep throat it!"
Lindsay's face was beaming with love and devotion, her
blue eyes fixated on me, as I grasped the top of her head
with my right hand. Now with a trio of hands dictating her
movements, I glared down at her, her sweet lips stretched,
struggling to take the width of my full erection inside.
"Aww yeah, Lindsay," I encouraged her, moaning myself.
"Yeah, straight down. Straight down. Suck my cock. Look
at me. Look at me. Yeah, there it is. Take my cock down.
That's it! Right there. Yeah... all the way down!"
But Lindsay was gasping for breath and needed a moment or
two to gather herself, so she pulled away. Trish seized the
opening by quickly dropping to her knees alongside Lindsay
and taking the very tip of my cock into her own mouth. I
moved my hand to the back of Trish's head, but kept my eyes
fixated on Lindsay for the time being.
"Suck my balls," I instructed her. "Yeah, suck my balls."
Lindsay nudged downward just a tad and began to lick and
slurp away on one of my testicles as Trish used short,
controlled head bobs on the tip of my shaft. "Oh my God,"
I then growled, seeing their lovely faces staring back up at
me, with my cock mixed somewhere inbetween.
Trish took more of me into her mouth, going deeper with
each forward stroke, until her nose with nestled against my
pubic bone. All the while, Lindsay was licking my scrotum
and the underside of my shaft.
"Oh my God, Trish!" Lindsay screeched. "You're the one
who needs to gag on that cock! Take him balls deep, baby.
I want to watch you do it!"
"Don't tell me how to suck a cock!" Trish snapped at
Lindsay, albeit with a playful tent in her voice. "I'm the
one who taught you how to suck cock three years ago... NOT
the other way around." She grabbed a clump of Lindsay's
hair and yanked on it. "Now get back to work."
"Fuck her mouth," Trish told me, as I began to thrust my
cock between Lindsay's glossy, pink lips. Just like that,
Trish's mouth had been replaced by Lindsay's. At the same
time, Trish got behind Lindsay and began unbuttoning the
yellow blouse that she wore. In no time flat, the top was a
memory. "C'mon Jeremy, fuck her mouth. Do it harder!"
I complied with Trish's request, now placing my hands on
either side of Lindsay's head and really thumping away at
her. "Yeah!" I roared out in approval. "Yeah, that's it.
Keep that mouth open, Lindsay. Take it down. Take it."
"You've been wanting to suck his cock SO BAD!" Trish
sneered at Lindsay, before glancing up at me. "You should
have heard her on the way home from the doctor earlier,
Jeremy. She couldn't stop going on about you, what she
wanted to do with you tonight." Trish made quick work of
the white bra Lindsay wore, rendering her topless.
When Lindsay needed to catch her breath one more time,
Trish moved in again, devouring my cock with relative ease.
Lindsay went back to slurping away on my scrotum while
breathing in heavy, deep gasps.
Trish's own head bobbed back-and-forth as Lindsay now
extended her tongue, mixing the excess saliva between them,
taking swipes at both my erection and her wife's mouth. But
Trish moved away, allowing Lindsay to go down on me again.
"Let's see you get face-fucked," Trish proclaimed at her.
On her knees behind Lindsay, she reached around her head and
used two fingers from each hand to pry that mouth open even
wider, with my cock already inside. "Let's open you up,
baby. Oooooh, I know how much you enjoy this. I know how
much you enjoy Jeremy TAKING your mouth like this. Yeah,
honey... get that cock all nice and wet. OPEN WIDE!"
I stood up from the chair, giving myself greater control.
I began to pound and thrust away at Lindsay's mouth with
reckless abandon now, knowing full well it was what both
women wanted. Trish kept Lindsay's mouth pried apart to its
absolute max with a pair of fingers from each hand.
"Oh, I think she likes it," Trish then giggled, sliding
her hands down and running them over and across Lindsay's
taut breasts. "Her little nipples are hard." Trish moved
one hand back up and palmed my testicles as I kept jamming
myself in-and-out of the 21-year-old's hot, amazing mouth.
Unable to withstand the erotic torment any further, I
pulled out and watched as a long, thick stream of semen
flopped out and landed on Lindsay's lips, up the side of
her nose, all the way to her forehead. Then another blast
erupted and coated her lips and eyes. Undaunted, Lindsay
stared up at me expectantly, through the mess in her eyes,
as a third, orgasmic burst of cum caught her cheek and neck.
Several smaller squirts, mostly onto her eyes and mouth,
signalled the end as Lindsay squeezed me dry with her hand.
She giggled with pure lust and happiness, her face covered
with my warm, sticky release. God, what an amazing sight.
And I needed a few minutes to collect my bearings.
"Clean me off, Trish," Lindsay said. "With your mouth."
Trish nodded with sheer anticipation as she slowly lowered
her face to Lindsay's. Still smiling and now making eye
contact with me (of course), Trish's soft, velvety tongue
reached outward and carefully scooped a trail of thick, gooey
semen from Lindsay's nose. Trish played with the strand of
cum for several seconds, letting it dangle from her tongue
before putting it into its rightful place, her mouth. Then
she slowly gathered another tongue-full of my cream from
Lindsay's eyelid, swirling it about in her mouth for a long
period of time before finally swallowing it down.
I sat back and idly watched from my chair as Trish slowly
and expertly cleaned her wife's face. It actually took her a
good three or four minutes to do the job completely. Trish
exuded great pride in licking each wad up and letting it
stretch several inches from her tongue, showing them to me,
before slurping it down.
"Wow, that was fucking hot," Lindsay proclaimed once the
process was finally complete. "My God, Trish. You took him
all. Does his cum taste as good as we remember?"
Trish smiled, then shifted about on her knees and showed
some excess sperm pooled in the base of her mouth. She slid
toward Lindsay and attached their mouths together as one,
transferring the glob of semen over, allowing her beloved
bride to actually get a taste of her own.
"Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned. "Delicious, like old times!"
But Lindsay had moved her hands to Trish's massive, D-cup
breasts, and was now groping them through her white t-shirt.
Their lips met again, this time not to swap cum, but to
simply please each other. Trish quickly yanked her white
t-shirt up and over her head, and tossed it elsewhere. I
settled back even deeper into the chair, still recovering
from my prior orgasm, and decided to enjoy the show.
For now.
Both ladies giggled when Trish removed her bra, only then
to moan and meet for another hot, sordid kiss. Lindsay took
Trish's breasts in hand one more time and began cupping them,
massaging them, squeezing away. She then slid her mouth
downward and attached her lips to a plump, juicy nipple.
"Oh God, baby," Trish sighed at her. "That feels so good."
Lindsay moved to the other nipple and gave it equal attention
with her probing lips and tongue. At the same time, Trish
slinked her way out of the frilly, denim skirt, leaving her
in nothing more than a white G-string at the moment.
Trish rose up to her hands and knees, then zeroed in on
Lindsay's mouth yet again. This time, their kiss was deep
and thorough, very intense. But soon she reciprocated the
earlier favor by feasting away upon Lindsay's nipples.
Their next order of business was to maneuver Lindsay's
tight, hip-hugging jeans down her thighs, and eventually off.
The girls went back to their standard routine, hugging and
kissing on each other. The mutual love and admiration they
shared together was clearly out of this world.
"Oh my God," Lindsay gushed in response.
"I don't know how I've survived without having you for
these past five or six weeks," Trish admitted to her. "I
went to bed every night, dreaming about being with you
again. Oh God, Lindsay. You're so hot. So fucking hot."
Trish descended lower, attaching her lips and mouth to
Lindsay's neck. "I never want this night to end. I can
never get enough of you. I never could..."
"Lick my pussy, baby," Lindsay pleaded with her, slipping
her panties down and off. "Oh, God... it's been too long
since I felt your tongue on my pussy. Do it. Do it, Trish.
Please lick my pussy."
A moment later, Lindsay was sprawled out across the floor,
and Trish's face was buried between her outstretched thighs.
"Oooooh, that feels so good!" Lindsay shrieked. "Yeah,
just keep going, baby. I love you, Trish. Oh God, I love
you so much. Lick my pussy, baby. Lick it."
I watched with interested eyes as Trish's tongue snaked
up-and-down and twirled its way all around Lindsay's lush,
little pussy. She brought a thumb in momentarily to nuzzle
and stimulate Lindsay's clitoris, but went right back to
the scrumptious main course with her lips and tongue. At
the same time, Trish reached upward and clasped Lindsay's
right hand with her left in a show of solidarity and love.
Through a series of gentle moans and sighs, Lindsay turned
her focus toward me for a moment and her eyes lit up. "Oh,
Jeremy. Trish is making me feel so good right now! I just
want to lay here all night and let her lick my pussy."
"You'll know I'll do it all night, too," Trish giggled.
"Do I taste any different after giving birth?"
"Not at all," Trish answered, quelling one of Lindsay's
persistent fears. "Still the same. Still the same, sweet
little pussy that I remember."
"Oh, I really like it when you suck it," Lindsay swooned.
"It feels so good, mixed with your tongue." She rolled her
head about and added, "I want to lick your pussy, too."
"Oh, you will," Trish promised. "Trust me, you will."
"I want to do it now!" Lindsay whined greedily. "I want
you to sit on my face."
Wanting to appease her anxious lover, Trish dutifully
moved out from between Lindsay's thighs and discarded her
G-string. She then placed both knees astride the blonde's
head and, a mere instant later, Trish lowered her soft,
delectable pussy to Lindsay's waiting, outstretched tongue.
Now it was Trish's turn to sigh and groan in pure ecstasy
as Lindsay's tongue slowly and meticulously swiped away at
her nether regions. Trish closed her eyes temporarily and
squeezed her own breasts, then caught sight of me and smiled.
"Oh, that feels awesome," she told me, obviously referring to
the oral favors that Lindsay was providing her at the moment.
Watching my two beautiful wives make love and pleasure each
other like this, needless to say, nearly blew my mind.
"Your pussy tastes so good!" Lindsay complimented Trish.
Despite the gentle nature of her tongue and lips, Lindsay
gave Trish three quick, hard swats on the ass with an open
palm to add a little spice to the mix. Trish groaned and
bit her lip in response, then giggled down at her wife.
"What was that for? You're the bad girl, Linds. Not me!"
But the whole dynamic of the situation and encounter
changed once I stood up from the chair and made my way over
to the two ladies. Now fully nude as well, my cock was once
again hard and erect. I promptly sat down on the floor and
reclined all the way back, my cock pointing skyward.
"Do it, Trish," Lindsay encouraged her. "Fuck him!"
Trish needed no further invitation. She crawled over and,
with her back to me, squatted over my erection and then
lowered herself onto it. She let out a loud, audible grunt
at initial penetration and her entire body hitched. An
instant later, though, Trish steadied herself with both
hands upon the floor and began riding my cock like there was
no tomorrow. The view, with her toned, muscular back,
sculpted ass and her long, cinnamon-brown hair shimmering
and bouncing about, was simply breathtaking. Oh, and not to
mention the sight of my cock plunging deeply into her.
"Oh yeah," Trish grinned as she and I rocked together.
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah! Look at those balls flopping
about! Lindsay, honey, why don't you lick them?"
My eyes rolled into the back of my head when Lindsay
settled down between my legs and I felt her tongue lapping
away at my scrotum. Meanwhile, my cock was getting a
furious workout, courtesy of Trish's chiseled body and,
more specifically, her tight, unforgiving pussy.
I began pumping my hips upward, nearly expending all of
my willpower and strength to do so. Lindsay shifted about
somewhat as well, her curious, hungry tongue now dabbing at
Trish's pussy as I continued to fill it.
"You gettin' tired?" Trish asked me as I was the one now
breathing in long, heavy gasps, my movements slowing down
noticeably. "Stay still then. Stop moving, Jeremy."
I did as Trish requested and she slowed the pace as well,
now simply writhing and squirming atop my erection. At the
same time, Lindsay massaged my testicles with one hand while
licking whatever length of my cock which was exposed, as well
as Trish's pussy. I clutched Trish's ass with both hands and
held on tight, trying to catch my breath.
"Need to get that cock going!" Lindsay huffed. "You have
to get both me and Trish pregnant again, Jeremy!"
And with that, I received a raw, sudden burst of energy.
I railroaded Trish with my cock, pumping and thrusting up
into her with everything I had left. Lindsay concentrated
on Trish's clitoris, providing her maximum stimulation and
pleasure, as my body literally drifted toward another
dimension, another plateau. Lindsay even smacked my leg
several times with an open hand, giggling in the process.
Oh, _someone_ was going to get a spanking for that...
I filed that thought away for the time being. Knowing
that I was now running on fumes, I closed my eyes and did my
best to concentrate, to prolong the moment just a bit more,
as Trish and Lindsay's cries of passion deluged my senses.
"That pussy tight enough for you, Jeremy?" Lindsay taunted
me. "You gonna cum in that tight, little pussy?"
"Make me cum first," Trish pleaded with me. "C'mon,
Jeremy. More. Give me more. Fuck me harder. Harder!"
"You cum in her pussy!" Lindsay insisted. "Cum all over
her pussy, flood it with your juices! I'll clean it up!
Yeah, I'll clean that creampie up with my tongue!" Lindsay
glared down at me with a look, a certain fire, in her eyes
that I had never seen from her before. "I fucking COMMAND
YOU, Jeremy, to cum in her pussy! NOW! DO IT NOW!"
"Don't do it yet!" Trish begged, pulling me back to her
side in this sudden tug-of-war. "Oh no, not yet. Oh yes,
that feels so good. Harder, Jeremy. C'mon, harder. Oh, I
can feel it! I can feel it! It's going to happen!"
When I reached up and gathered a healthy chunk of Trish's
stylish, free-flowing brown hair, I pulled downward rather
harshly, bringing her shoulders into contact with my chest.
The sudden move set off a chain reaction for both of us;
Trish squealed and cried out at the absolute top of her lungs
as I growled like a hungry animal, my cock erupting and
shooting batch after batch of warm, gooey seed into my wife.
She too, experienced an orgasm of her own simultaneously.
Somehow, even in such an awkward position, my cock stayed
inside of Trish. Perhaps it was because Lindsay was not
about to let me slip out of her quite yet.
I heard words, but my brain was too cloudy in the aftermath
to piece them together and make any sense of what was said.
What a truly monumental orgasm and moment! Indeed, it had
been much too long since I had been with Trish and Lindsay
like this. The night could not have gone any better.
Eventually, Trish dislodged herself from my cock. Still
lost in a sea of lust, I then watched Trish and Lindsay share
a very long and deep, drawn-out kiss, before Trish reclined
back on the floor and spread her long, luscious thighs wide.
Hmmmmm, Lindsay still had that creampie to clean up...
"OH MY GOD!" Trish cried out in sudden terror, the tone
and nature of her voice snapping me back to full reality in
an instant. "LINDSAY, LOOK! THERE HE IS! THERE HE ISSSSS!"
"OH NO!" Lindsay gasped, a hand covering her mouth.
I sat up sharply, wondering what in the world Trish was
referring to. She screamed as if a gunshot had gone off!
"WHAT?" I demanded, concerned for their safety. Was there
an intruder in the house? Was one of the kids sick? Really,
I had no idea what the sudden outburst was for. "WHAT?"
When I noticed Trish pointing toward the entranceway of
the home office, I turned and suddenly felt as if a massive
weight had been lifted from my shoulders. THIS was what Trish
was clamoring about? Really? Suddenly, I began laughing.
"It's that... that evil bunny GREMLIN!" Trish screeched.
"He's been watching us the whole time, I bet!"
"Creeper!" Lindsay laughed at the animal.
Indeed, Bugs Bunny - our pet rabbit - was just outside the
door to my office, his watchful glare fixated on us. To
Trish and Lindsay, of course, it was a diabolical glare. How
could they possibly assume that this cute and cuddly little
creature was really planning house-wide vermin destruction?
Trish was making those kissy noises that she spoke of
earlier. "Hey, Bugs. Bugsssss! Come to me, Bugs." Trish
got up and stepped closer, her arms extended. "Come to mama,
Bugs. It's time we get you back in your cage. I don't need
you crash-landing on my face again in the morning."
Bugs Bunny darted off faster than a bullet, though, and
Trish sighed in exasperation. Still, she went running after
him regardless. "BUGS! COME BACK, BUGS!"
Lindsay, giggling up a storm, stared at the open doorway
for several seconds. "You'll never catch him, Trish!" she
called out, though her voice trailed lower with each word.
"Only Krissy or Jeremy can get him into that cage..."
Suddenly, I was transfixed on Lindsay. Mesmerized by her;
her beauty, her spirit, her smile. Everything about her.
"It's impossible for me to quantify exactly how much I
love you or how much I think of you on a daily basis," I
said to Lindsay, drawing her attention, those words coming
from deep within my soul. "You will never understand just
how much you mean to me, honey."
"Then kiss me. The night is young." Lindsay's face was
beaming with absolute devotion as I wrapped my arms around
her and moved in for a kiss, savoring the anticipation of
it, and everything else the rest of the night would offer.
<<<- End of Chapter 13 ->>>
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