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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 21: "Initiation"
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-*- Monday, April 4, 2016 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-
"Good morning!" Kristanna greeted Kaden with a cheery
smile, her eyes focused on our 20-month-old son, who was
seated at the kitchen table with a plate fit for a king in
front of him. Kristanna then turned toward me - I was at
the stove - and commented, "It is SMOKEY in here..."
"Yes, it is," I concurred, my voice loud and booming, as I
extended both arms outward, "because I... made... BREAKFAST!"
Kristanna was laughing. "What happened?"
I sighed and strode over to Kristanna with a chuckle, then
planted a gentle kiss upon her lips. Oh, it was wonderful to
see my wife's happy, smiling face this bright and early in
the morning. She seemed to be in a lively, energetic mood - a
far cry from her mindset of just five short days ago.
"What happened?"
I frowned. "I burnt the bacon."
"You didn't make breakfast!" Kristanna giggled. "You
ruined it!" She went to the counter to investigate and found
my failure in the sink. "Oh my... THAT is some crispy bacon!
It looks well-done, all right."
"I was trying to cook it on the stove."
"In what? The red pan?"
"No, the skillet, but that was a disaster," I fessed up.
"So I just decided to cook it in the oven instead." I pointed
toward the closed door. "Next batch ready in five minutes.
Also going to fire up some more eggs and sausage."
"We're gonna have to air the whole house out here, soon!"
Kristanna chirped, before turning and zeroing in on Kaden
with her gaze at the small, circular table off to the side.
She got right in front of our son and glared at him with a
very intensive expression. "Hey, wild man. Pay attention. I
have something VERY important to tell you. Now, look. Daddy
is going out with Aunt Pamela and Aunt Amy later today. That
means, while Daddy is away, YOU are the man of the house."
Kristanna was acting all stoic and serious, while Kaden
used both hands to enthusiastically shovel food from his
breakfast plate into his mouth, his cheeks moving as he ate.
In other words, Kaden was too preoccupied - and too hungry -
to really care what his mother had to tell him right now.
"Look at me," Kristanna insisted, almost pleading with him
now. "Can you handle that? Look at me. Can you handle being
the man of the house? Can you keep us safe and protected?"
"Yeah," he mumbled in response.
"Okay," Kristanna nodded. "But before we go play today,
that means you have quite a lot of chores to do because that's
some of the things that Daddy would do. Okay? Look at me.
In the eyes." She shook her head at him. "I don't know if
you're taking this seriously! Look at me. Can you do some
chores for me? And be the man of the house?" Kaden gave a
little murmur indicating that he would, then Kristanna leaned
in and stole a quick kiss from him. She began laughing and
added, "Okay, then! I think we have it under control." She
held both hands up. "High-five, wild man. Give me some!"
Kaden squealed and slapped his hands repeatedly with hers.
At the stove, I stood idly by and simply watched Kristanna
wave her proverbial magic wand with Kaden. She was such a
wonderful and caring mother for not only him, but our newborn
daughter, Ariel, as well. Kristanna was still feeling down in
the doldrums because of Ariel's premature birth and the
extended hospital time that ensued, but had been making
progress in recent days. Kristanna still had a long way to
go, but at least the crying fits she experienced last week were
history. I just wanted to keep everything positive for her.
"What you got there, Kaden? Can I have a bite?" Kristanna
eyed his breakfast plate. "Did Daddy fix that for you? Or
did you fix it yourself? Oh, you MUST have fixed it yourself,
because it's not burned!" Kristanna glanced my way for an
instant and gave an evil chuckle. "What you got, Kaden?
Hmmmmm... eggs, sausage balls, cheese toast, lots of fruit.
Yum, yum! Can I have a bite? Can Mommy have a bite?"
"Hey!" I playfully scolded my wife. "I try to do something
nice - something out of the ordinary - and you can do nothing
but bash me for it. Last time I fix breakfast for you, woman!
So what? The bacon came out somewhat... charred..."
"Hey Kaden," Kristanna grinned. "Sing with me? Sing with
Mommy." She then went into lyrical verse, again ripping on my
cooking, "Our house stinks! Our house stinks... LIKE BACON!"
Kaden wildly laughed and flailed his arms about as Kristanna
began snapping her fingers as if she was a multi-platinum
recording artist. "Our house stinks... LIKE BACON!"
"Okay, okay," I countered, holding both hands up in mock
protest. "I see how it is. I even got you a little present,
Krissy, but I'm not so sure you even deserve it anymore."
"Oh, I'll be nice," she promised, quickly changing her tune
just like that. "What did you get me?"
I motioned off toward the side. "It's in the dining room."
She promptly ventured into the next room to investigate, and I
followed closely behind as Kaden stayed in the kitchen.
Kristanna let out a melodious laugh once she found what was
waiting for her on the dining room table. "Flowers! You got
me flowers, Jeremy? Why?" Indeed, an abundant, colorful
bouquet of alstroemeria - better known as Peruvian lillies -
was sitting there in a glass vase. Kristanna _loved_ flowers.
"Oh, they're so pretty!" Just the happy, joyous expression on
Kristanna's face right now told me that this was a good idea.
Anything beyond that was just icing on the proverbial cake.
"There's a card with them, too," I advised her. "Read it."
Kristanna was all bubbly and excited as she pulled the
card from its envelope and began reading the front of it out
loud. "To my wife. Love is what you give unconditionally
as a mom. Love is what you share beautifully as my wife."
Kristanna glanced up at me and swooned, "Oh, I love cards!
How nice! Why did you get this for me?" When she opened the
card itself, Kristanna found a long, hand-written message
waiting for her. She opted to read it in silence, but I will
type out what the message said regardless.
"Sometimes I wish cards could do a better job
of expressing my emotions. But then again,
sometimes I wish I was better at expressing
my emotions - especially the feelings that
I have for you.
I still remember the very first time that I
saw you. I knew there was something special
about you; something different, and I am so
glad that we were able to meet each other to
find out exactly what that is.
It did not take long for me to fall in love
with you and it was all because of the person
that you were. All the things that you did,
all the things that you said, all the things
that you stood for.
When I was a little kid, I remember praying
for my future wife. That she would be
strong, that she would be smart, that she
would be a good mom. I'm so glad that I was
praying for you. I'm so glad that we have
our two little blessings - Kaden and Ariel -
with us, and I'm so very grateful for the
example that you give them every single day.
When they smile, I see your smile in them.
I see your eyes in our children and, because
of you, they will grow to become wonderful
adults. I'm so grateful for you, Kristanna.
I love you so much, from the deepest part of
my heart, and to the moon and back. I love
you, my sweet Missy Krissy.
Love, Jeremy."
"Oh, that's so nice!" Kristanna made eye contact with me,
her face beaming. "Thank you! The card is so sweet!" She
stepped forward and found my lips for yet another kiss. "Oh,
Jeremy! Why did you get me this card? And these flowers?
And what a nice little note you wrote out for me!"
"Just thought you deserved them," I told her honestly, a
smile upon my face. "You've been through a lot lately."
Kristanna leaned over and sniffed the flowers, then took
the card and ventured back into the kitchen. "Kaden! Look
at the pretty card that Daddy got for me. No! You can't
touch, you got eggs over your hands! Yeah, just look at it.
Yeah, look. Isn't it pretty? Daddy is so good to me!"
I went to the stove and checked on the bacon. It was done,
this time to perfection. Kristanna could not rip on me now!
I took the baking pan out of the oven and let the delicious
aroma of bacon waft through the air and invade my senses.
"Why don't you go to the carnival with us today?" I said to
Kristanna, picking up two strips of bacon and blowing on them
so they would not be so hot. These two were for Kaden. "You
know that Pamela and Amy would love for you to go with us.
There is no need for you to wait to go until the weekend."
"No, I'll stay behind and keep an eye on Ariel," Kristanna
murmured. "We spoke about this last night, remember?" Ariel
was nearly three weeks old now, but being born a full month
premature, she was nowhere near ready to go out into the world
and be amongst others. There were way too many germs out
there for her weak, underdeveloped immune system to counteract.
At this point, Ariel was still pretty much confined to her own
private nursery room. Kaden was the only other child in the
house who had spent any extended time at all around her as of
yet, and that was when she was still in the hospital. We were
being overly cautious not letting the other children (and their
sniffling sneezes and coughs) around her, and rightfully so.
"Kaden, you want to go to the carnival with us?" I asked
our son, who immediately grinned and nodded in response.
"Now there's an idea," Kristanna nodded. "You'd have fun
at the carnival, Kaden, with Daddy, Pamela and Amy, plus Piper
and Dani Grace! You gonna ride the Ferris wheel for me?"
"Yeah!" he responded.
"I'd still prefer it if you came with us, too," I informed
Kristanna. "Trish and Lindsay would be happy to stay here
and watch Ariel for the day. They both know you could use
some time away from the house. I'll be going to the carnival
with Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Alison later in the week." I
gave Kristanna a truly pathetic face as I put the two strips
of bacon, now cooled, on Kaden's breakfast plate. "Please go
with us today, sweetheart?"
"Oh... okay," Kristanna relented. "But only if one of the
other girls doesn't have any plans."
"Trish and Lindsay are going to stay home today and take it
easy," I reiterated. "Told me that last night. There you go.
They will gladly keep an eye on Ariel for us."
"What about your dad? What are his plans for the day?"
"He is going out to lunch later with Devon and Scarlett,"
I responded. "I asked Dad if he wanted to go to the carnival
with us too, but he said he's not a carnival person."
"Dale is staying and visiting with us until Scarlett gives
birth to Dylan, yes? Then going back to the United States?"
I nodded my head. "That's his intention."
* * *
There was something about the _Sandvika Byfest_, held only
twice a year, that seemed to make our little corner of the
world a much more exciting place. Perhaps it was the fact
that the entire town came together in a week-long celebration.
Or maybe it was the live bands that played on stage in the
middle of the fairgrounds; their music always made me want to
dance the whole time I was there (but ultimately didn't, in
fear of making a fool out of myself). Or, my own personal
favorite, the amazing food booths that I took great pleasure
in going between, sampling all of the sinfully delicious
options. Whatever it was, I looked forward to this festival
every April and August which drew people from all over Norway.
As my wives predicted, the very first booth I went to in
the concession area was the one for _Nylagde Smultringer_, a
small but wonderful bakery right here in Sandvika run by some
very good people. I purchased an assortment of apple and
cherry strudel sticks, as well as bite-sized chocolate chip
brownies and a watermelon basket mixed with fresh fruit. Amy
may have been the Mayor of Sugar Township in our family - her
baking efforts were always off-the-charts legendary - but it
nevertheless felt good to support a local business like this.
Kristanna slung an arm around Amy's shoulders, yet made a
sneery face my way, as our little group strolled down the
parkway. "Only a BONEHEAD would buy a bunch of bakery items at
the very outset of our trip to the carnival." She glanced at
me again. "Now you gotta carry that around all day, bonehead!"
"I'm eating this watermelon basket soon," I defended myself.
"Krissy, can we maybe not call Jeremy a bonehead?" Pamela
suggested. I was so with her on this idea. "He is our husband
and the father of all of our children, and deserves respect."
"Oh, if you say so," Kristanna grunted. "Out of loyalty to
you, Pammy, I will try not to call the bonehead a bonehead."
Pamela scoffed at her. "Thanks for going out of your way."
Amy, who had our eight-month-old daughter (Dani Grace) in
one arm, leaned down and got Kaden's attention. "Hey there,
wild man. Is Daddy a bonehead? Is he?"
"Yeah!" Kaden replied emphatically. Piper, my eldest
daughter at 16 months, giggled and hopped about in apparent
agreement as Kaden held her hand like a big brother should.
Oh, now my own children were making fun of me, too!
Playful ribbing aside, the seven of us had a magical time
as we made the rounds at _Sandvika Byfest_. The bright,
sunny afternoon skies transitioned into the dim, twinkling
of stars when dusk fell. The crowd increased exponentially
throughout the day, and reached its apex here at night.
The carnival rides were now lit up with neon and I figured
the two toddlers would want to spend most of their remaining
time at the fair enjoying them. Right now, though, Kaden and
Piper were far too enthralled by the renaissance show taking
place on center stage. Colorful characters such as knights,
villagers, fire jugglers, jousters and sword fighters were
busy entertaining the masses. I was down on one knee in the
grassy field, an arm coiled around Kaden's and Piper's little
torsos, so they could not spontaneously run off.
"Hey, handsome."
I shot a look over my right shoulder and found Kristanna
standing there with a pair of bottled waters in hand. Her
hair was swept back and she looked incredibly vibrant and
beautiful. I felt a shiver move throughout me all at once.
"Hey, you," I returned back. "Enjoying yourself?"
Kristanna grinned whimsically. "You have no idea."
I smiled as well. It warmed my heart to see Kristanna in
such good spirits after everything that she had been through
the previous three weeks. She deserved to be happy.
"Where are Pamela, Amy, Dani Grace?" I wondered.
"They're over taking in the live music at the bandstand,"
Kristanna replied. "They want us to meet up with them there
once Kaden and Piper finish seeing this old medieval show."
She then came over and crouched down before the two toddlers.
"Kaden, can you be a good boy and share this bottled water
with your sister?" Kaden nodded his head and took a little
chug, then handed the bottle to Piper. "Oh, what a good boy!"
Kristanna praised him. "That was so nice of you!" She then
focused on Piper. "Honey, when you're done, give that back
to Kaden. Can you do that for me? Your Mommy will be so
proud of you! You two need to share, because it is the right
thing to do." Kristanna then took a healthy swig of her own
bottled water and planted kisses on both Kaden and Piper.
I could not help it; I pulled Kristanna into a hug. Kaden
and Piper quickly made it a four-way embrace. But, I admit,
I focused on Kristanna. This had been the best day that she
had experienced since giving birth to Ariel three weeks ago.
Finally, I felt like I had my fun-loving and free-spirited
wife back. Kristanna was energized, happy, full of life. She
was joking. And it was a beautiful, special thing.
The area around the bandstand was overflowing with people
when the four of us arrived about 15 minutes later. The
group on stage was playing a laid-back, relaxing Norwegian
tune; just what I was in the mood for. The dance floor was
packed, but Kristanna was quickly able to spot Pamela, Amy
and Dani Grace off to the side sitting on the grass taking
in the music, the ambiance, the wonderful evening.
"Mama!" Piper screamed, breaking free of my grasp.
Pamela glanced up and smiled. The lights from the dance
floor caught her lovely, caramel eyes perfectly and I felt a
certain tug right in the center of my soul. She extended
both arms and laughed as Piper went rumbling over to her.
"Oh, you're so tired!" Pamela said to Piper, clutching her
tightly, warmly, and even twirling her about some. "It's been
such a long day, hasn't it? You ready for bed time, sweet P?"
Piper gave a little moan in response. "Don't worry, honey.
We will be going home soon. What's that?" Pamela put her
ear to Piper's mouth, though I could not make out exactly
what she said. "You want to see Lindsay?" Pamela laughed
and ended, "I wish I could see Lindsay right now too, honey!"
Kristanna took a seat in the grass next to Pamela and Piper
as I settled beside Amy with Kaden perched in my lap. Amy had
Dani Grace swaddled up close in a blanket, but she was out like
a light. Over the next few moments, as we enjoyed the live
music, Pamela grasped hands with Kristanna while Amy placed
the side of her face upon my shoulder and clutched my arm.
Kaden and Piper were quiet; they were tired, yet well-behaved.
I just could not stop smiling. Pamela got close to Kristanna's
ear and whispered the words "I love you" into it. Again, I
did not hear that, but I definitely read her lips. And I saw
that spellbinding, angelic smile from Kristanna in response.
"Come to the scary fun-house with me, Pammy?"
She raised an eyebrow at Kristanna. "The scary fun-house?"
"Hmmmmm," Kristanna nodded. "The scary fun-house has always
been my favorite attraction here at _Sandvika Byfest_ and, this
year, it's supposed to be vastly different so I don't know the
maze yet. We can figure it out together. What do you say?"
"Will there be clowns? I hate clowns."
"I'll protect you."
Piper curled up beside Kaden and yours truly as Kristanna
paid for tickets and led Pamela through the psychedelic red
and white door just to the left of the bandstand area.
Inside, there was most assuredly crazy rock music and hot,
flashing strobe lights, not to mention some scary surprises,
so we opted not to allow Kaden and/or Piper to go with them.
Neither were not quite old enough for such an adventure yet.
"Hey, Jeremy."
Kaden and Piper were actually getting a bit animated and
restless since their mothers had vanished, though I held them
close, as I glanced over at Amy. Green eyes, full lips,
glossy, windblown hair. Lowering my head, I gently kissed
Amy, luxuriating in the softness of her lips, the taste of
her. Her purely feminine essence called out to me, yearning
even, and my entire body tensed in readiness.
I was about to pull away when Amy opened her lips to mine.
My heartbeat quickened and I instinctively deepened the kiss.
Amy wrapped her free arm around me; I loved the way her much
smaller body molded perfectly to mine. Raw need surged
throughout me as Amy cupped the back of my head, her long,
supple fingers weaving themselves amongst my hair.
Amy moaned softly and I struggled to keep my passion under
control. The fiery red-head was beyond tempting. As the
fragrance of her black licorice perfume filled my senses, I
remembered that we had Kaden and Piper with us, as well as
Dani Grace. Plus, Amy and I were in a very public location
with thousands of people - young and old alike - all around.
Begrudgingly, I withdrew my lips and took a deep breath.
"I've had a really nice day," Amy murmured, her eyes full
of love and devotion as she blinked at me.
"So have I." My gaze slid over her. "Are you cold, Amy?"
"No, not at all." Amy retrieved a plastic container from
her purse and popped its lid, then inhaled the tantalizing
scent of zucchini bread, still warm from one of the concession
stands. "Yummy," she said, pulling off a chunk and popping it
into her mouth. Amy offered me a piece, but I declined. Kaden
and Piper, though, were more than happy to snarf theirs down.
Kristanna and Pamela emerged from the scary fun-house a few
moments later and, yet again, I could not conceal my smile.
Judging by her expression, the trip inside had carried Pamela
somewhere between amazing and torturous, but she still laughed
regardless alongside Kristanna as they walked arm-in-arm to us.
"Pammy almost fell FLAT ON HER FACE!" Kristanna chuckled at
Amy and yours truly. "At the start, it was dark and there was
just a tiny flash of light every eight to ten seconds. The
hallway was sloped, both up and down, and Pamela almost fell."
"But you caught me."
Kristanna nodded. "I did."
"You've been catching me since the first day I met you."
Kristanna hesitated and stared at Pamela for several, long
seconds at that deep, heartfelt comment, and everything it
meant. Kristanna was obviously not expecting Pamela to say
something so touching and poignant right now. Indeed, she
had always been there for Pamela. Kristanna had always been
there for all of us. It was just who she was.
"Krissy kept her arm around me and held my hand tight as
we made our way through the uneven hallway," Pamela said with
a certain, calm coolness, very unlike her wife's wild,
giggle-laced storytelling from seconds ago. "Little, scary
surprises popped up here and there. The second section of
the fun-house was a maze of mirrors. There were still the
intermittent flashing lights, but we could not see a thing."
She paused and continued, "We found this little room off to
the side, and stole a moment. Yeah, we stole a moment."
Kristanna met her gaze. "Is that what it was called?"
"Something like that." The sound of Pamela's voice,
suddenly all sexy, coupled with the way she was looking at
Kristanna told me something must have happened in that dark,
little fun-house room. Pamela, in fact, seemed to be drowning
in need. She brought a hand to her mouth and whispered, so
only Amy and I could hear, "There was kissing. Lots of it."
Amy was the one laughing now. "That's okay, because there
was kissing out here between me and Jeremy." The green in
Amy's eyes popped vibrantly as she smiled and glanced my way.
I looked at the two toddlers. It was already past their
bed-time. I focused on my trio of wives, acting all warm and
suggestive, overtly sexual, now. It was time for us to go
home. For more reasons than one.
* * *
Kaden and Piper fell asleep during the trip from the
festival to our home, which only took 10 minutes. Kristanna
and Pamela took both of them off to bed, respectively, as I
made a beeline toward Ariel's private nursery. She, along
with Jackson and Kaylee as I later found out, were fast asleep.
The time was 8:30pm and all of the infants were almost always
down for the night by this time, though they woke up every
few hours and needed proper attention, as all babies do.
"Hopefully when the fair returns in August, Dani Grace
will appreciate it a bit more since she will be older," Amy
said to me, as I glanced over her shoulder and down at our
precious, darling eight-month-old daughter. Like Kaden and
Piper, Dani Grace was zonked. Actually, she had been that
way for the past two hours. The festival wore her out.
"I think Dani Grace had a good time today," I grinned,
but my mind was elsewhere. I raised a hand and pushed the
sweater to the side of Amy's shoulder, exposing a bra strap
underneath. I removed the scrunchy tie holding back Amy's
red hair and then grabbed the front of her jeans with both
hands and pulled her closer, unfastening and unzipping.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked, a bit caught off-guard,
though she was grinding her warm, shapely ass upon my pelvis.
I figured it was an involuntary reaction on her part. But oh,
it felt so good. Amy clearly enjoyed the feel of my hard cock
rubbing and pulsating over her luscious backside.
"Are you going to tell me no? All of the kids are asleep."
"I would never tell you no, Jeremy."
My insides on fire, Amy turned and kissed me with a hunger
that could not be put into words, her hands fisting my shirt,
leaving no doubt in my mind that we were going to make love
tonight. I was going to take her. I was suddenly delirious
as a result, aching with need. My blood pounded through my
veins and I let out a very deep, ravenous growl. I was ready.
I backed Amy against the nursery wall and kissed her, over
and over, long and deep, my tongue assaulting her, making bold,
silent demands that had her clinging to me tightly. We moved
along the wall and made it out to the hallway, where I grabbed
the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head. I took
off Amy's bra next and sucked first one breast, then the other,
while she snapped her head back in total, pure appreciation.
Amy began unbuttoning my shirt, but with one strong tug, I
ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. The 33-year-old
moaned as her hands slid suggestively over my chest and she
found my lips for yet another hot, soul-touching type of kiss.
I lowered one hand between her legs. Even through Amy's
jeans, I felt the intense heat. The dampness. The scent of
her desire surrounded me, flooding my senses. Amy pushed
herself upon my probing hand and I heard a loud squeal.
Without another word, I scooped my wife into my arms and
carried her off to the master bedroom.
Inside, Trish and Lindsay were sitting together on the bed
in their pajamas and apparently in the middle of a game of
checkers. They both turned and stared up at us with wide
eyes as I, all but ignoring their presence otherwise, placed
Amy on the soft, oversized mattress near them. I shrugged
out of my shirt and kicked off my boots as Lindsay hopped up
like a bunny rabbit and moved closer to Amy on her knees, the
game pieces on the checker board toppling over in the process.
But, I focused strictly on Amy for now. I quickly removed her
jeans and then dropped my own in a flash.
The vision in front of me, needless to say, stole my breath.
Amy's long, mercury-red hair draped over the pillow, her large,
succulent breasts full and swollen, their light pink nipples
standing hard at attention. Her lips, slightly ajar, showing
brilliant, white teeth underneath, enticing me even further.
But it was the sleepy, steamy look of desire in her green eyes
that had me utterly transfixed. My God...
Trish and Lindsay swooned and made giggly noises as I put
one knee on the bed, bending over Amy, my face stopping just
an inch away from hers. I cupped her chin, my thumb rubbing
itself over her lower lip. Amy moved up and closed her mouth
over mine. I felt her teeth as she bit down on my tongue,
teasing me, tormenting, trapping it deep inside of her mouth.
With a growl, Amy and I enjoyed ourselves through one long,
electrifying kiss. I then moved and kissed her jaw, her cheek
and along her neck, licking, nibbling, tasting all the way
down to her breasts. When I drew a nipple into my mouth and
sucked, Amy's body surged against mine and she whimpered.
Trish caressed the other breast in her hand, squeezing, molding
it, while Lindsay lovingly cradled Amy's head in her lap. My
erection, though, throbbed with need to be inside of Amy.
"Do it," Trish said to me as I used one hand to position
myself properly. An instant later, I complied, pushing my
cock inside of Amy and filling her with one hard, forceful
thrust. I mounted her in the missionary position and saw the
hot, needy expression flash across her face. Trish now held
Amy's hand as Lindsay continued to cradle her head in her lap.
I grasped Amy's hips with both hands and filled her again
and again. The warmth and silkiness of her body was simply
amazing. I increased the speed of my thrusting hips and Amy
began calling out my name as a result. Her loud, echoing cries
only made me go faster. I became frantic, even more desperate.
Lindsay leaned over and kissed the top of Amy's head, her
fingers playing with the long tendrils of her wife's hair,
though those blue eyes were fixated on me. Lindsay shifted
focus momentarily, leaning over even further and kissing Amy
flush on the mouth, muffling the chaotic sounds emanating from
within somewhat as I continued to hammer away at her. Trish,
meanwhile, was now groping and squeezing Amy's breasts with
both hands, trying to hold them in place, as we rocked about
on the very precipice of erotic madness.
I felt Amy shatter, and her release only triggered my very
own orgasm. I wanted this moment to last forever, but as
always, it was way too brief. Gasping for air, I collapsed
onto my side and pulled Amy close to me, bestowing kisses on
her face, her neck, her hair. I loved Amy so, so much. I
could not live without her. Every cell in my body screamed it
as we slowly crested downward from the height of orgasm.
I embraced Amy to me for several seconds, her head resting
upon my chest, her fragrant perfume filling the air around me.
I heard some rustling noises elsewhere and opened only one eye
to investigate, but sighed outwardly at what I saw.
Trish's hand was underneath Lindsay's chin, gently raising
her lips to hers. In that moment, Lindsay smiled brightly
and pressed her mouth to Trish's for a kiss. The two ladies
shared a deep and passionate exchange, letting their hunger
fly free, holding each other as if they would never let go,
as though they could never get enough. Amy glanced over and
bit her lip at the image, her fingertip trailing itself over
and across the back of my neck in slow, languid patterns.
"You're still a cheater."
"What?" Trish giggled upon Lindsay's lips.
"You kept cheating when we were playing checkers," Lindsay
scolded her. "That's the only way you could beat me."
Trish laughed. "Honey, I did NOT cheat at checkers!"
"What's going on in here?" Scarlett, my newest bride, asked
as she suddenly appeared at the entranceway to the bedroom and
made her way inside. "Oh my," she then surmised, gazing at Amy
and I, both of us totally nude, cuddling together upon the bed.
Off to the side was the lovely duo of Trish and Lindsay hugging
and giggling; quite simply, showing they were madly in love.
"Looks like I got here just in time!" Scarlett chirped.
"How are you feeling, Scar-Scar?" Lindsay inquired.
"Ready to POP!" she grinned in response.
Scarlett, of course, was nine months pregnant. Her due
date was just two days away, so all of us were prepared to
drop everything on a moment's notice and rush her to the
hospital in Oslo if necessary. The due date, though, was
just a projection. Scarlett could give birth to our son,
Dylan, tonight, tomorrow or maybe even two weeks from now.
Whenever the time came, the family was ready to proceed.
Scarlett had experienced quite a rough go of it in the past
couple of weeks. Unfortunately, the situation with Kristanna
and Ariel overshadowed Scarlett's late pregnancy issues and
diverted my attention away. However, Scarlett understood.
Devon, who seemed to be our family's angel of mercy in more
ways than one, swooped in during my absence and filled that
void for Scarlett. Devon had literally become Scarlett's
shadow in the past three weeks, making sure that she was
very comfortable, and at ease. Or, at least she tried.
Pregnancy can bring on a flood of conflicting emotions.
Scarlett was overjoyed by the new life growing inside of her,
but she was frustrated by her stretch marks and a waistline
that was no longer there. Scarlett had physical discomforts
and wild mood swings, not to mention the certainty that she
would never again fit into any of her pre-pregnancy jeans.
But in my humble opinion, at least, Scarlett had never
been more beautiful than she was right now. Ever.
To me, beauty was Scarlett in giant overalls at an outdoor
cafe, absentmindedly patting her belly while doing double duty
on a _DoveBar_ and grilled cheese, savoring all the sweetness
of her expanding girth, the chocolate, the breeze, the moment.
Beauty was Scarlett patiently whispering into Kaden's ear to
pick his toys up from the kitchen floor before his mother,
Kristanna, came downstairs and got angry. Beauty was the way
Scarlett balanced her body that, in nurturing our son, she had
taken on enough water to sink a rowboat, while her center of
gravity was actually a small universe unto itself.
Nothing, in fact, was more beautiful to me than the sight
of a pregnant woman (especially if she happened to be one of
my wives). That new shape? It comes with a purpose; from
one cell, a new life is created, and it needs to be cherished.
The vessel it arrives in certainly needs to be worshiped.
Scarlett, quite frankly, looked like a goddess to me right
now. I found her big, blossoming belly very exciting. It
just blew my mind to think and know that this gorgeous woman
was carrying my child inside of her. Because of that, she
had become even more beautiful and desirable to me.
"Jeremy is staring at Scarlett again," Amy chuckled.
"Can you blame him?" Trish countered. "She is so pretty!"
"Come here," Lindsay squeaked, motioning for Scarlett with
an extended finger. Lindsay moved off to the side somewhat,
creating a perfect location between her and Trish upon the
bed for Scarlett to nestle into. "Come join us, baby."
Scarlett sighed - clearly tired - but then smiled, and
slowly made her way over to them. Once she got to the edge
of the bed, Trish and Lindsay each held out a hand and helped
her get into position. A hot, burning jolt of electricity
shot all through me as Lindsay whisked Scarlett's oversized
flannel shirt off, baring nearly all of her splendid form
for me to take in. Trish took care of the rest, gingerly
sliding Scarlett's panties down her hips and thighs, and off.
Lindsay was already hugging Scarlett from the side,
bombarding her face and neck area with sweet kisses. At the
same time, Scarlett reclined back between Trish's outstretched
legs and settled comfortably against her front. Trish first
ran her hands along Scarlett's full, beautiful baby bump, but
then trailed them upward and massaged those massive, swollen
breasts. Scarlett tilted her head back upon Trish's shoulder
and sighed in a mixture of contentment and utter bliss.
My insides rumbled and I hitched in a breath as Lindsay
took a bottle of baby oil and sloshed a small portion of its
contents over Scarlett's stomach. Trish immediately followed
by moving her hands back down and lathering the thick, gooey
substance over and across Scarlett's abdomen, bringing her
pregnant fiancee great pleasure in the process. Trish's hands
went on the move again, this time smearing what was left of
the baby oil onto Scarlett's luscious, heaving breasts.
Lindsay took Scarlett's face into her hands and kissed her
on the lips, which seemed to ignite her. She grabbed onto
Lindsay's pajama top and held on for dear life, pulling her
closer, pushing into her, allowing Lindsay to push back.
They were making out as if they were teen-agers on prom night,
Scarlett squished between Trish's warm, soft body and
Lindsay's loving, tender embrace, tongues dueling, breathing
ragged. All the while, Trish continued to expertly massage
and grope Scarlett's breasts from behind.
Needing an outlet of my own, else fearing I may burst, I
pressed a hard kiss to Amy's lips, my mouth crushing hers as
my tongue plundered its treasure with a blend of hard, brute
possessiveness and unending passion.
"Suck my cock, Amy," I then demanded, pulling her mouth
away from mine with a solid yank on her hair. Breathless,
Amy's eyes flashed with molten desire and she nodded her head.
Amy rose up on her knees and reached for the head of my
shaft. My eyes were on her, watching every little movement
as she coiled her fingers around the length of my member,
directing its tip toward her moist, ruby-red lips. I sighed
and growled in satisfaction as she wrapped her lips around
me and slid it inside her mouth, her tongue already working.
"Oh God, yes... Amy," I growled, reaching down to run my
fingers throughout her hair. I allowed Amy to set the pace
for the sucking of my cock, but I kept my fingers wound in
her hair with a tight, forceful grip. That way, she could
feel my strength and ongoing dominance over her as her mouth
was stretched thin around my pulsing, hot erection. She
squirmed her hips, wiggling back and forth, clearly enjoying
the power, the presence, I had over her.
"Come here," I then instructed, pulling lightly on Amy's
hair, making her abandon my cock and rise up the length of
my body until she was straddling my lap. My hand gliding up
and down her spine, we kissed passionately, but soon it
settled at the back of her neck. That controlling grasp came
into play again, just as Amy preferred. Amy squirmed in place,
so wet, so hot, so completely undone that she clearly wanted
nothing more than for me to take her long and hard again.
After a couple of adjustments, Amy's eyes literally flashed
like blinkers as I lowered her down gently, letting my cock
slowly fill and part the inner walls of her pussy once again.
Every inch seemed to be infinitely more satisfying than the
last for her until she was sitting comfortably atop my lap,
the entire length of my erection stuffed deep inside of her.
I moved my hands to Amy's hips and initiated movement,
urging her forward and then into a rolling motion. Amy
rode me without any further assistance, gyrating her pussy
around my cock, taking just as much pleasure as she gave. I
hugged her to me, feeling her lush, soft curves against the
hard lines of my chest and stomach. Amy began to bounce and
vibrant upon my cock with an eagerness that bordered on
complete abandon, rocking her hips about, taking me as deep
as she could, her eyes greedy as they all but devoured me.
Elsewhere, Scarlett was now resting comfortably upon her
back as she traded probing kisses with Trish and Lindsay,
both of whom were on either side of her. They rubbed and
caressed her belly at the same time, and Lindsay even had a
hand between Scarlett's thighs, her fingers diddling away.
Amy's breath soon started to come in short gasps as she
continued to bounce and ride my cock like there was no
tomorrow. She was overloading on pleasure, but I upped the
ante even more when I latched my hands onto Amy's ass and
began sliding her up and down my cock with powerful strokes
that were designed to drive both of us over the edge. I
leaned forward, pressing her body even tighter to mine, her
backside slapping hard upon my thighs with every thrust.
Amy experienced an orgasm before me once again, this time
with my cock buried to the absolute hilt inside of her. Her
release soaked us both even before I was able to shoot my
seed inside her, delivering thick spurts of semen into that
eager, clenching pussy. She let out an incoherent scream as
our orgasms merged, our bodies becoming one. There was no
point where she ended and I began; we were indeed one now,
the energy of our passion and undying love for each other
melding us into a single humping, groaning, grinding creature.
And it felt (flipping) fantastic.
"Oh God," Amy said in the aftermath, slowly drifting back
to reality, still straddling my lap. "Oh God, Jeremy."
I smiled at her flushed face, her cheeks still red from
exertion, clumpy, wet strands of hair everywhere. I gave
Amy a gentle kiss and stated the obvious, "I love you."
"I love you too, Jeremy."
Sensing a presence behind me, I turned quickly, somewhat
startled, but then smiled.
Dressed in an airy blouse and a pair of denim cut-offs
with white mule shoes, Devon entered the room and promptly
climbed onto the bed and went directly to Scarlett. Trish
and Lindsay allowed Devon the access to swoop right in and
claim a thorough, tongue-laced kiss from the appreciative
and welcoming Scarlett. A second or two later, Kristanna
and Pamela entered the bedroom as well, holding hands, and
grinned at the erotic carnage they saw before them.
Kristanna nodded her head as Pamela broke away from her
and came over to the corner of the bed where Amy and I were.
Pamela settled upon her knees atop the mattress and tenderly
cupped Amy's quivering face, my deflated cock still inside
her. Pamela turned to me for a moment and offered a happy,
dazzling smile, then went back to Amy and kissed her.
I shifted my attention to Kristanna, who went to all
corners of the bed and inspected the action with a smirk
across her angelic face before taking a seat in the big,
reclining chair off to the side.
Just three weeks removed from giving birth, Kristanna's
body was still not healthy enough to engage in full sexual
activity. Nor was it properly healed. Mixing excess
bodily fluids with another person (or, in this case, what
promised to be a group of people) could cause Kristanna to
become very sick and ill. It would probably be a good two
or three weeks more, unfortunately, before the doctor gave
her the green light to become intimate again.
However, that did not mean Kristanna could not sit back
and watch us; enjoy the show. Plus, I'm certain, she would
find little ways to interject herself into the proceedings
as my evening had suddenly morphed itself into a massive group
sex session with all seven of my fabulous wives present.
Like a queen surveying the masses from her throne, Kristanna
grinned wickedly and bit her lip as she watched Devon flip
Lindsay onto her back and then dive face-first into the utter
paradise that was her pussy. Devon went to town, licking and
swiping away, as I noticed Trish was devoid of any clothing
now, too. Trish held and cradled Scarlett in her lap, kissing
her, caressing, cajoling her, trying to give her the utmost
amount of pleasure possible so very close to her due date.
Pamela's lips closed the distance between us and pressed
against mine for a soft, slippery exchange. Now it was my
turn to whimper, as after taking care of Amy two times in a
row, I felt as if I had zero energy left. Pamela got onto
her hands and knees, though, and pressed onward with the kiss.
Amy reached out and fondled one of Pamela's breasts through
the black tank-top that she wore. In turn, Pamela broke the
kiss with me and began serenading Amy's mouth instead.
"Did Jeremy cum in you?"
"Twice," Amy responded before she too, found herself flat
on her back. Pamela dislodged Amy from my cock and eased
her downward until she was resting upon the mattress.
"I'm in the mood for a cream-pie," Pamela announced, her
eyes twinkling with blatant lust, her face descending between
the silken joining of Amy's thighs. Amy held and clutched my
hand fiercely in response, the sheer pressure causing her
knuckles to turn white. "Oh my... Jeremy must have came in
buckets!" Pamela observed. "It's everywhere!" And then, her
tongue began lapping away at Amy's sweet folds.
"You're not going to lick pussy with your clothes on,
Pammy!" Kristanna screeched in protest, rising up from the
chair and quickly coming over to us. She reached around
Pamela and pulled at the front of her tank-top before
whisking it off and into literal oblivion. Pamela gasped
as her bra was similarly removed from her body with a rough
tug at the front snap and her breasts came bounding free.
Kristanna then slid her hands downward and focused on the
belt-line of Pamela's spandex leggings. She gathered each
side with a hand and quickly pulled it, revealing a white
G-string underneath. At the same time, however, Kristanna
smiled and found my mouth for a quick, scorching kiss.
"I think you need to spank her," Kristanna grinned at me,
full of wanton mischief, as she pointed at Pamela's perfect,
rounded ass. Kristanna kissed me again and pleaded, "Spank
her, Jeremy. I want to watch." My wife then went back to
the chair and slipped a hand between her denim-clad thighs,
her blue eyes stormy like the sea as she glared back at me.
Kristanna was going to masturbate if I indeed spanked Pamela?
With motivation like that, I wasted no time as I positioned
Pamela across my lap. Her G-string went down to her knees and
with her face still buried in Amy's pussy, I began spanking
Pamela with a hard, solid swat to her left cheek. She squealed
and kicked her feet, but offered no other resistance as I then
began to barrage her backside with a steady stream of blows.
Pamela's muscles became tense, her ass firm and clutched, and
she kicked harder and harder, but her tongue kept lashing away
at Amy's delicious, puffy folds.
"Stop it, Pamela!" I growled at her, showing displeasure,
as I pinned her legs to the mattress and held them down with
my right arm. "I don't like kicking."
"You know I can't help it!"
I resumed spanking her, this time having to reach across
my body with my left arm and deliver quick, back-handed blows
that undoubtedly sent shock-waves pulsing from her ass all
the way through to her nervous system. Kristanna was watching
us, a hand between her legs, rubbing away. Pamela tried to
kick her feet again, but I held her calves in place and gave
her backside an even harder swat for acting so rebellious.
Lindsay screeched out in her own orgasm, thanks to Devon's
skilled tongue, as a heavy flurry of slaps now landed across
Pamela's upturned ass. Squirming and writhing, Pamela was
unable to control her reactions on almost any level. She had
since removed her face from Amy's pussy and glared back over
her shoulder at me with wide, pleading eyes, her mouth agape.
Spanking and giving Pamela a dose of harsh but loving
discipline was not a routine occurrence for me, but it was
something we had been experimenting more with in the past
year or so. Pamela did not enjoy being spanked as much as
Amy did, or even Lindsay or Devon, but Pamela could really
get off on it if the mood (and the time) was right.
Kind of like now.
Pamela actually had a very submissive demeanor and mindset
when it came to the bedroom. A lot of that, I believe, was
untapped, but would likely stay that way. I did not want
Pamela to be overly submissive toward me. I already had that
with Amy. I had it with Lindsay, too. On special occasions,
though, it was fun to experiment and test Pamela's boundaries.
I preferred the dynamic of our routine, everyday relationship
to stay just the way it was now.
Kristanna did not say a word as she got out of the chair
and came over to us again, this time with a leather belt
coiled around her wrist. She motioned for me to stop spanking
Pamela, only then to take the thick belt and lash it across
her wife's hot, blazing backside. It brought forth a loud,
screeching wail with each and every new stroke.
"Quit it! Krissy! It hurts! Stop! KRISSY!"
Kristanna ignored Pamela's pleas and no saviors came to
her aid. And despite her protests, Pamela loved every single
moment of it (Kristanna, like me, would never cause Pamela
any excess or undue pain. The complaining was all part of
the game.) Pamela had her ass whipped very long and very
hard with her very own belt. It left her backside hot and
swollen, and no doubt aching for more. Amy even moved away
from us and let Kristanna have all the space that she needed.
"Are you going to apologize for being such a little brat
all the time?" Kristanna asked Pamela, putting the belt down
but running her palm across that heated bottom. "Or do you
need me to break out one of Amy's whips and use it on you?"
"I hate you," Pamela sniffed against the mattress.
Kristanna got a good, uproarious laugh out of that. Still,
perhaps sensing that she may have gone a little far with the
belt, Kristanna pulled Pamela from my lap and embraced her,
splaying gentle, loving kisses all over her face and neck.
Pamela tensed and hissed out a breath when Kristanna rubbed a
reassuring hand over that throbbing, spanked ass.
"Did I hurt you, baby?"
Pamela shook her head. "No, Krissy. You didn't."
Amy rose up to her hands and knees and offered the two
ladies a sparkling smile. She then pressed her mouth to
Kristanna's for a sweet kiss as Pamela glanced back my way
with a hateful, but very temporary sneer. I laughed as well.
It was Pamela's way of scolding me for spanking her in the
first place, starting it all.
Following her orgasm, Lindsay was actually getting a neck
and shoulder massage from Scarlett as Trish literally tore
Devon out of her clothing, her hands, lips, and tongue all
over Devon's skin and mouth, tasting, sampling, caressing,
loving. Trish seemed consumed by Devon, her hunger ravenous
and multiplying exponentially by the second. Trish, no doubt,
enjoyed the aftertaste of Lindsay's orgasm upon Devon's mouth.
"I should be the one giving you a massage," Lindsay told
Scarlett in a quiet, shy tone, looking back at her and tracing
a fingertip over and across her pregnant belly. Lindsay
leaned in and kissed her directly on the lips. "You okay?"
Scarlett grinned as she focused on Devon and Trish making
out directly beside her. "Oh, I'm fine, honey. Just fine."
"I'm going back to my chair, else I'll get too carried
away and too involved," Kristanna said wisely as she retreated
from our corner of the bed. She did steal a kiss from both
Lindsay and Scarlett, though, before reclaiming her seat.
When I realized that I actually had yet another erection,
no doubt from administering the previous spanking, I grabbed
the nearest head I could find and guided it toward its prize.
I only then noticed it was Pamela, who gagged momentarily
as my cock slid into her mouth, claiming it, nourishing it,
filling it completely. I ran my fingers throughout Pamela's
long, free-flowing blonde hair as her head began to furiously
bob up and down over my pulsing hardness, her lips and mouth
trying to milk me for anything I had left.
"Easy, Pamela," I urged, stilling her for a split-second.
"Let me enjoy your mouth for a bit before you go all-out."
Pamela murmured her muffled obedience and slowed down her
pace considerably, her moist, magnificent lips gently gliding
over my cock repeatedly, allowing me to savor the moment.
"Can I suck his cock, too?" Lindsay suddenly pleaded with
Pamela, crawling over to us on her hands and knees with an
adorable little pout upon her face. Pamela, never greedy and
always willing to share with the others, promptly withdrew my
erection from her mouth and offered it to Lindsay.
Scarlett was leaning against Trish now, both of them gazing
our way, as Lindsay lowered her mouth over my hard cock and
swallowed it whole. But she took it slow as well, wanting to
prolong the moment, the ecstasy, as I watched Devon plop
herself across Kristanna's lap on the other side of the room.
The pair of ladies hugged and began kissing each other with
wild, reckless abandon as Pamela went back to feasting on
Amy's pussy. Perhaps now she could finish what she started.
I did a quick survey of the bedroom and reminded myself
that all seven of my lovely, precious wives were with me
now. All of us were completely nude, except Kristanna, as
we shared our love and indulged our inner passions. Could
this moment - this night - possibly be any better?
As a matter of fact, I realized that yes, indeed, it could.
Lindsay closed her eyes as she continued to orally worship
my erection with her exquisite, heavenly mouth. She ran her
tongue along its underside and was sucking softly, pleadingly.
Her red lipstick, in fact, was getting smeared and messy.
"Lindsay," I said in a stern, authoritative tone, and her
eyes immediately flashed up and locked onto my face. It was
time to make this spectacular evening a million times better.
"Lindsay, I want you to go to your sister's bedroom, and ask
her to come here and spend the night with us." Lindsay's eyes
twinkled like stars at the mere idea as I added, "Tell Alison
that I said that I want her to come here and join us."
Pamela momentarily glanced up from Amy's scrumptious pussy
and focused on me. "Do you think Alison is ready for that?"
"Ask her," I reiterated to Lindsay, pointing toward the
bedroom door. I wanted Lindsay to go and find her sister.
Now. "Do it. Ask if she's ready. Tell her I want her here."
Even though she would have preferred to stay and have me
spurt off in her mouth, Lindsay could clearly tell by the
tone of my voice that I was lacking patience at the moment.
She ended the blowjob and quickly reached for her pajamas.
"You don't need any clothes on to talk to your sister," I
scolded Lindsay. "Go find her in the nude. Go. Now." As
Lindsay exited the bedroom in a hurry, I turned toward Pamela
and instructed her, "Lick Amy's pussy. Make her cum."
Pamela immediately went back to the business at hand. I
felt as if I was on a roll now; the power trip was getting
to my head a little bit. Was Alison ready to open herself up
to the rest of the family? She had experienced sex thus far
with her sister, Lindsay, as well as Pamela and yours truly,
but had not gone the distance with any of the others yet.
Personally, I felt that Alison was ready. But, I was going
to leave that decision ultimately up to her. Nothing would be
forced, nor would she be pressured into anything. I just had
the notion that Alison needed a kick-start as it pertained to
the others. With any luck, after tonight, she would be going
to bed each and every night with all of us from now on.
Kristanna stroked Devon's shimmering blonde hair, down to
her shoulders and so disheveled now, with her left hand while
fingering her pussy with her right. Devon was sitting atop
Kristanna's lap in the chair, their bodies grinding as one,
their mouths locked together.
Trish and Scarlett were kneeling on the bed, facing each
other, only to embrace and kiss, and then rub their breasts
together. Trish placed both hands onto Scarlett's belly and
massaged it, the baby oil still present from earlier. Both
ladies were flushed and panting as I fisted my hard, aching
erection and debated exactly where I should use it next.
Still on the bed, Amy had switched positions so that her
bottom was at its edge with her legs dangling over the side.
Pamela was on her knees between them, her red, spank-ridden
ass proudly jutting outward, as she leaned over and provided
Amy with the lovely feeling of her lips and tongue working
their oral magic. I considered moving in behind Pamela and
filling her with my cock, only to pump and blast her as she
eventually brought Amy to orgasm, but I held off. For now.
Amy's third orgasm of the evening actually caught me by
surprise. She gave a loud, harrowing cry, and I watched her
back arch high off the mattress in a vision that nearly stole
my breath away. When I saw her orgasm begin to take shape,
Pamela really bore down on Amy's pussy with that hot, probing
mouth. Amy's entire body shook rhythmically and forcefully
until she was gasping, desperate to enjoy the feeling that
she craved so strongly, never wanting it to fade away.
"Oh Pamela, I love you so much," Amy cried in the tender
aftermath. "Oh my God, you... you make everything right."
"I love you too," Pamela grinned, re-joining Amy on the
bed and kissing her deeply, madly, possessively.
Clearing her throat, Alison appeared at the doorway and
quickly glanced toward the floor when she saw me looking at
her. Alison's shiny blonde hair covered her face, but she
tucked one side of it behind her ear, exposing her neck.
Alison was so damn beautiful. She had on a pair of cupcake
pajama shorts and a pink camisole top.
All eyes in the room were suddenly on Alison as I got out
of bed and made my way over to her at the doorway. She gasped
upon noticing my cock, standing outward from my pelvis full
and proud, and then her jaw literally hit the floor when she
looked up and saw the vast, excess amounts of female nudity
throughout the bedroom. Never before while growing up and
attending Bible Class every week at church did Alison imagine
she would one day find herself in a situation quite like this.
"It's okay, Ali," Lindsay whispered from behind, giving
her sister a little pat on the ass for emphasis. "Let go.
Have fun. Let us make this the greatest night of your life."
"Hi baby," Pamela grinned at Alison, waving a hand at her.
Pamela, of course, had that steamy round of sex with Alison
just three nights ago. Alison felt very comfortable and at
ease around Pamela. So much so, in fact, I truly believed
that Alison was already in love with Pamela.
Needless to say, could anyone blame her if she was?
Alison's eyes bristled with moisture when I cupped her
chin and tilted her gaze upward to meet mine. I bent down
to kiss that precious, little mouth, loving the way Alison's
soft lips yielded to me. I allowed her tongue to mingle with
mine for a long moment before slowly pulling away.
"It's okay, Ali," Lindsay repeated, running a tender hand
up and down her back. "You're home now. Don't be shy."
"Are you ready to join the family?"
Alison sighed and took in a deep breath in response to my
direct, yet gentle question. She quickly glanced about the
room. Devon perched atop Kristanna's lap in the reclining
chair, both of them glancing our way. Trish's brown eyes
fixated and locked onto Alison, her face awash with hot,
molten desire, as Scarlett played with and tweaked her own
nipples. Amy lying in a satisfied heap upon the bed, her
pussy well taken care of already tonight, as Pamela looked
back at us with the kindest, most sincere smile.
And then, Alison focused on me one more time. She eyed
my erection - which now had her name literally written all
over it, by the way - and then nodded as she caught my gaze
with hers. "Yes, Jeremy," Alison responded, as Lindsay
leaned in and pecked her cheek with a kiss. "I'm ready to
officially join the family."
"In that case..." Kristanna's voice was heard and she
quickly took center attention, slipping away from Devon and
walking toward us. There was something in her expression,
her posture, and it was easy to define. Obvious. Blatant.
Desire.
As Kristanna rapidly approached, her sights clearly set on
Alison, the 19-year-old backed up until she hit the wall with
a soft thud. And then Kristanna was right there, right in
Alison's personal space, and before she could utter even a
single word, Kristanna's mouth came down on hers. No teasing.
No warm-up. No preamble. Just a probing, hot, wet, intensive
kiss with lips and tongues that raised the heat index in the
room to blistering heights. Alison's legs seemed to grow weak
and she held onto Kristanna's shirt for some sense of stability
as the kiss, sudden and surprising as it was, melted whatever
resolve - and whatever hesitation - she had left.
And just like that, it was over. Alison blinked her eyes
open, stunned by the absence of Kristanna's lips on hers.
Kristanna's blue eyes were icy, beguiling, as they focused on
Alison's. Her warm hands closed over Alison's shoulders and
gently moved her away from the door, as if they were doing a
dance step. Then she swiped a fingertip along the corner of
her own mouth in a move that was ridiculously sexy, leaned in
close to Alison, and whispered, "I've been wanting to kiss
you like that for the past two-and-a-half years." She smirked
and ended, "It was even better than I dreamed it would be."
As Kristanna made her way back to the reclining chair,
this time plopping herself down across Devon's trusting lap,
Lindsay again patted her sister on the ass. "Come on, Ali,"
she encouraged her. "Let's go to bed."
Alison's eyes stayed locked onto Kristanna until she was
escorted to the bed, where Trish reached up with an inviting
hand. Alison accepted it, then was pulled down to the plush
mattress and her mouth was covered in a kiss from Trish. At
the same time, Scarlett reached out and tenderly stroked
Alison's calves and kneecaps with her right hand.
"You're so beautiful," Alison said to Scarlett, breaking
the kiss with Trish to do so. She appraised Scarlett's nude,
fully pregnant form. "I don't think I've told you that yet,
Scarlett, in the time I've been here. You're so gorgeous."
Scarlett grinned. "Thank you, sweetheart."
"I've got the taste of Jeremy's cock and Amy's pussy all
over my mouth," Pamela said to Alison, drawing closer to her
on the bed. "Would you like to kiss me and see what...?"
Even before Pamela could finish, Alison's lips were on hers.
"I need me some of that, too," Trish giggled, moving beside
Alison and lovingly gazing at Pamela. When Alison moved away,
Trish immediately swooped in and found Pamela's mouth.
Amy reached out and brought Alison's left hand to one of her
big, exquisite breasts. Alison acted like she had been burned
at initial contact, but then brought her hand back down and
gingerly caressed the fleshy globe with a smile upon her face.
"Get your sister nude for me," I instructed Lindsay, who
quickly nodded. "I want her clothes gone."
Lindsay went to the bed and climbed onto her knees directly
behind her younger sister. When Alison looked back at her,
Lindsay leaned in and kissed her gently. Not hungrily or
demandingly, but softly, sweetly. When she pulled away,
Alison realized that Lindsay was already working on removing
her cami/pajama top. Alison's cheeks flushed a pretty pink as
she tilted her head back and rested it upon Lindsay's shoulder.
Trish was very clearly using every last ounce of willpower
she had to prevent herself from grabbing Alison's face and
kissing her senseless right here in the middle of everyone.
Why was Trish holding back? What was stopping her?
Pamela giggled, sensing what I did. "Go for it, Trish."
"Do you have any idea how beautiful I think you are?"
Trish asked Alison as Lindsay finally got rid of her top.
Alison's expression softened as she looked down and even
tried to cover up her bra-clad breasts, perhaps on instinct.
"I... I don't know," she responded with uncertainty.
In one quick movement, Trish took Alison by the shoulders
and, a gentle push later, she was flat on her back. Alison
hitched in a breath and squirmed uncontrollably as Trish
then slid her pajama shorts and bikini panties down her
thighs, baring her womanly treasure for all to see.
"Kiss me," Trish demanded, lowering her lips to Alison's.
A growl emanated from deep within my throat as Pamela, now
on her knees in front of me, slid my erection back into her
wondrous, velvety mouth. My hands found Pamela's head, her
hair, and I dug my fingers in, holding on for dear life as
Pamela's mouth did unspeakably erotic things to me.
"Keep me hard," I told Pamela, breathless. But I did not
want to cum again. Not yet, anyway. I figured that I only
had one more spermy eruption left in me for the evening, and
I had someone very specific in mind to share it with.
Pamela withdrew my erection from her mouth, but swirled
her tongue around it in easy, languid circles. Amy dropped
down to her knees on the floor beside Pamela, but acted as if
my cock wasn't there. Instead, she leaned all the way over
and began swiping away at Pamela's pussy with her tongue.
A cry tore from Alison's throat and her hips raised high up
off the bed as Trish, her face now nestled between Alison's
quivering thighs, made initial tongue-to-clitoris contact.
She immediately covered Alison's intoxicating, carnal center
with her mouth and then pushed her tongue inside. Alison, a
former gymnast, slid her legs as far apart as they would go -
at a full 90 degree angle from each other - to offer up as
much access to Trish as humanly possible. Trish grasped
Alison's sides and pulled at her, forcing much more sensual
pressure from her lips and mouth.
"Scarlett," Lindsay mused, kissing her jaw, her cheek, the
corner of her mouth. "Scar-Scar, I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
An orgasm ripped through Alison's body like an electrical
current, tensing every muscle within her, setting every nerve
ending ablaze, forcing a rather unladylike cry from deep
within her throat. Her fingers clenched tight as she held onto
thick, heavy clumps of Trish's hair. Colors seemed to explode
in Alison's facial expressions and she rode out her orgasm in
style as Trish took her to the pinnacle, and then back down.
Alison's fingers relaxed, but Trish kept her tongue still,
pressed against that hot, wet pussy. Alison was breathing in
long, ragged gasps. "Come up here." Too tired to lift her
head and gaze down at Trish, Alison simply crooked a finger
in her direction. "Please... God..."
After one more long, thorough swipe upon Alison's center,
Trish slid up her body and kissed her yet again.
"Amy," I said in a strict tone, catching her attention.
She withdrew her face from out behind Pamela and looked up
at me expectantly, Pamela's mouth still full of my cock.
"Amy, I want you to give Pamela a spanking." Amy squealed
with glee as Pamela threw a split-second temper tantrum. "I
doubt she learned her lesson earlier."
"Jeremy!" Pamela whined, but in a playful manner, as I
removed my shaft from her mouth and stepped away. As I turned
my back to them, Amy was in the process of placing Pamela over
her lap upon the floor. Shortly thereafter, I began to hear
the very hot, unmistakable sound of hand-slapping-ass. Pamela,
of course, threw a fit. But it was all in fun.
I moved elsewhere on the bed, stopping momentarily and
giving Scarlett a deep, penetrating kiss. Scarlett had not
been feeling well today, but the fact that she was here now -
with the family - and contributing to our togetherness,
albeit in a lesser way, was more than enough for me. Scarlett
had done her fair share of kissing and cuddling tonight, yet
it seemed that was all she was truly up for. Perhaps our baby
was going to be born a lot sooner than I thought?
"Amy, that hurts!" Pamela cried in the background as I ended
the kiss with Scarlett and lovingly caressed her belly. Next,
however, I turned my attention and focused on Lindsay. Lindsay
and I shared some unspoken words with our eyes - she knew what
I had in mind, because we had discussed this very topic a few
days ago - and then she nodded her head in agreement. Lindsay
was the one, in fact, who presented me with this idea.
Alison was still sharing soft, idle kisses with Trish, but
her eyes shot open and nearly popped from their sockets when
she heard a click, and then the all-too-familiar buzzing sound.
She locked onto Lindsay, who was holding a small, pink device
in her hand for everyone in the room to see.
"This is Alison's favorite toy," Lindsay announced, "her
cute, little pink vibrator." Alison's mouth fell open in
utter shock as Lindsay casually said, "Apparently, she has
had it for the past five years, though I'm sure Mom and our
other two sisters had no clue. Nor Dad, when he was alive."
Embarrassment seemed to wash over Alison's face all at once
as Lindsay added, "She loves to play with her pussy with it,
but really enjoys the feel of it on her ass. Her rectum."
"LINDSAY!" Alison gasped in horror, as the 21-year-old
handed the vibrator to me. Obviously, this was Alison's
deepest, darkest secret - even more so than her attraction
for Lindsay. How many women would openly admit that they
enjoyed stimulating their pussy, and even teasing their anus,
with a vibrator? Of those women, how many had to deal with
the knowledge that their very own sister told an entire group
about the very naughty, private ritual?
"It's okay, honey," Lindsay insisted, as I moved over top
of Alison. "There's no reason to be shy or embarrassed around
anyone here. We're family." Trish slid out of the way, then I
flipped Alison over to where she was lying front-first upon the
bed. "Shhhhh, it's okay. Jeremy is going to do to you what we
discussed the other night, Ali. Your fantasy. He's going to
put the vibrator in your ass and then fuck your pussy at the
same time." Alison let out a cry as Lindsay concluded, "Oh...
that sounds so fun. You're such a lucky girl, Ali."
Alison tensed, but showed no resistance as I inserted the
buzzing vibrator into the tip of her anus. Someday soon, I
would put my cock there, but the vibrator was the initial
step in that process. Tonight, it was fine. "Lindsay says
that you've never really put your little vibrator all the way
inside your ass, honey. We're going to change that tonight."
Alison gave a little sob and tried to clench her ass, make
her rectum tight against the vibrator (which, by the way, was
already well lubricated). But I insisted, and finally, with
another sob, Alison took what she had to take, much deeper and
more fully than she had ever pushed it into herself all those
lonely nights in bed while growing up. Probably fantasizing
that Lindsay was putting the vibrator into her instead.
Alison could do nothing but whimper now with every breath.
"I'll be a good girl, Amy!" Pamela cried out at the top of
her lungs. "Oh God, I'll be a good girl! Please, stop
spanking me! I'll do anything you want!"
I smiled at those words from somewhere behind me, but went
back to concentrating on Alison. "Shhhhh," I hushed her,
withdrawing the vibrator from her rectum. Lindsay and I had
this whole scenario planned and mapped out well ahead of
time. The only problem we faced was trying to figure out
when Alison would finally open and free herself to the rest of
the family so everyone could witness it.
"You are going to beg me to put the vibrator back, Alison,
so that you may cum with it deep inside of you."
"Do what he says," Lindsay encouraged her sister, leaning
over and caressing her face. "Do what Jeremy tells you, baby.
Oh God, it will be your most intense orgasm ever!"
"If Jeremy doesn't put that vibrator back in her ass,"
Kristanna rumbled from off to the side, "then I will."
"Oh God..." Alison cried.
"Beg me, Alison," I told her. "Else, I will spank you."
Upset, Alison pounded her fists upon the mattress. "Please
put it in my ass, Jeremy! Please!"
"Why?" I casually asked her.
"OH MY GOD!" Alison was getting flustered now, even more
embarrassed. It was all part of her initiation into the
family. Scarlett had gone through a little ritual somewhat
similar to this in the past, as had Pamela.
"Why do you want your little pink vibrator all the way up
your ass, Alison? Isn't that kind of... naughty?"
"Because I want to cum with it inside of me!"
Slowly but surely, little by little, I fed the vibrator
into Alison's anus until finally the flared handle sat against
her quivering skin. Alison screamed as the buzzing of it made
her breath come so quickly and rapidly that I feared, if just
for an instant, she may hyperventilate.
"Breathe, Ali," Lindsay insisted, and she complied, tears
running down her face. She made an adorable, little whining
sound and sought Lindsay's mouth out for a spiteful kiss.
"I can't believe you told Jeremy about my vibrator!"
"That plug in your ass is going to make your pussy feel so
tight, honey, Jeremy won't be able to control himself!"
Time to put that theory to the test.
Still lying upon her front, I put a hand on Alison's right
shoulder and pushed hard, using my grip to make certain that
I could drive inward. With a sob, Alison's luscious, little
pussy opened to my erection and beckoned it home.
I gave Alison no time to adjust to the surreal feeling of
total, undeniable fullness; a vibrator buzzing in her ass and
a hard cock jammed inside of her pussy. Instead, I began to
thrust immediately. Alison cried out and it seemed, just for
a moment, that I was moving inside the entire length of her
body, and not just her pussy. That was how incredible this
felt as I sensed the buzzing sensations upon my hardness.
It was a mind-blowing boost of stimulation for me, too.
"There you go," Lindsay murmured at Alison, kissing her
cheek for emphasis. "That feels good, doesn't it? Doesn't
it?" Unable to speak, Alison simply nodded her head as
Lindsay continued, "Maybe next time I'll fuck your pussy with
a strap-on dildo, and Jeremy can have your ass with his cock.
And Amy can fuck your mouth with a strap-on, too."
"You wanted to join the family," Trish told Alison in a
calm, soothing voice, looking down at her. "These are the
things that we do as a family, honey. Wild, crazy things,
because we're alone now, and we love each other so much."
"The gloves come off, so to speak, and we become totally
uninhibited as a group," Amy advised her.
"Tell me about it," Pamela shrieked, rubbing her sore ass.
"Hold her down, Jeremy," Lindsay suggested. "Ali really
liked it the other day when you held her down, controlled
her, while fucking her. It really turned her on."
I took Alison's wrists and pinned them together at the
very small of her back. Holding them there seemed to give
my hard, frantic thrusts even more strength, and definitely
more overall control and power.
"You're my sister, and I love you," Lindsay proclaimed to
Alison, their tender, sweet faces just inches apart, as she
continued to lean over and comfort her. "And one day, I want
to marry you, just as you want to marry me." Alison cried
out and groaned at those words as Lindsay concluded, "And I
also want Jeremy to put a baby inside of your little tummy."
With that, I plunged myself one final time between those
recesses and then roared out, my seed spurting off deep within
the lush confines of Alison's fertile womb. At the same time,
the 19-year-old's taut, supple body went completely rigid,
fighting the feeling of complete helplessness as I held her
wrists captive but, in that same struggle finding even greater
pleasure, which coursed throughout every fiber of her being.
Alison screamed and writhed within the few millimeters that I
allowed her to move, and she came, and came, and came.
When it was over, I loosened my grip and toppled over onto
my side like a house of cards. I was completely and utterly
spent, no doubt done for the evening, but had the wherewithal
to notice that Alison quickly grasped my right hand with her
own, and squeezed tenderly. Delicately. Lovingly. Alison
was crying - tears of joy - as she focued strictly on me. The
young woman let out a sharp, agitated sigh when Lindsay turned
the vibrator off and popped it out of her anus.
In the cloudy haze that ensued, I remember Kristanna sitting
on her knees by my side, upon the bed, massaging my chest and
shoulders. With everything a blur to me now, Pamela crawled up
next to Kristanna and shared hot, spicy kisses with her. Off
to the side, Alison was getting loads of special attention from
Lindsay, as well as Trish and Amy, all of whom were kissing and
soothing various parts of her body at the same time. Scarlett
had since found solace in Devon's arms as both ladies seemed to
take in and enjoy the proceedings with an undeniable happiness
and contentment etched across their faces.
Kristanna pressed a finger into Pamela's pussy, filling her.
At least, I think. "Oh, Krissy," she cried out. "Oh, yes..."
* * * * *
+++ EPILOGUE +++
-*- Tuesday, May 17, 2016 -*-
-*- Sandvika, Norway -*-
(Six Weeks Later)
In the midst of our impromptu family party - thrown together
just earlier today to celebrate a truly momentous occasion - I
squeezed Scarlett's hand and smiled down at our six-week-old
son, Dylan, born happy and completely healthy into the world at
Oslo University Hospital on April 5, 2016, the day following
the massive gang-bang when Alison was officially indoctrinated
and accepted into our family and its unique way of life. I
then shared a smile with Scarlett, and kissed the very tip of
her nose. She was an excellent, loving wife and mother, and I
was proud to be able to call myself her husband.
Today had turned out to be quite beautiful and, despite the
threat of rain, the sun dipped low in the horizon and offered
a stunning cavalcade of brilliant colors. The gardens that
surrounded us near the outside terrace of our home were in full
bloom, and the farm's lake glistened in the distance.
I ventured just inside and stole yet another proud glimpse
of Ariel in her crib. Born four weeks premature back on the
date of March 14, 2016, Ariel spent the first 72 hours of her
life in the neonatal intensive care unit (NICU) of the same
university hospital in Oslo to combat a mild case of infantile
jaundice and help stabilize a breathing issue. Ariel, my
latest child with Kristanna, was back in the hospital less
than two weeks later with a lung infection.
Since then, however, Ariel was doing GREAT! She was now
nine weeks old, with an adjusted (real) age (applied to all
premature infants) of five weeks. She was curious and happy,
sleeping a couple of hours less each day than before. We
were slowly introducing Ariel to her brothers and sisters,
though precautions still needed to be taken to ensure that
she did not catch any unnecessary germs from them. There
had been no complications with Ariel and her health since
the end of March. Her future, it seemed, appeared bright!
Mike, Carolyn and Barbara - the flight crew of our private
family jetliner, as well as our close and trusted friends -
all passed by me in the sun room with drinks en route to the
party outside. "Congratulations," Mike told me for perhaps
the millionth time today, slapping my shoulder to get his
point across yet again. I nodded and shook his hand, and
even gave him a hug. Mike did not know it, but his opinion -
just his friendship - meant a great deal to me.
Robert and Kathleen - Amy's parents - were present as
well. They had followed through on their promise to actually
uproot their lives and move from Ohio all the way here to
Norway, and devote themselves to Amy and their granddaughter,
Dani Grace. A resident of Sandvika now for just over a week,
Robert was playing peek-a-boo with Dani Grace as Amy chatted
up a storm with Kathleen. Finally, Amy had the healthy and
loving relationship with her parents that she had been
yearning for her entire life. Robert and Kathleen were going
to spend the rest of their lives right here in Sandvika.
Watching Robert and Dani Grace now, I sensed a pair of
eyes upon me. I turned to the side and found Lindsay standing
there, all fresh-faced and golden. "You look happy, Jeremy."
"I am."
Lindsay motioned toward the group outside, several of
whom were swaying to soft, gentle music. My wives were
overjoyed. My children were vibrant. Even Kaden and Piper
were busting a move or two. "You should dance with me,"
Lindsay squealed, bringing my hands to her lips and kissing
them. "Yeah... you should dance with me." Lindsay then
reached beyond me and tickled Ariel's face with a fingertip.
"Hey there, honey. How you doing?" Outside, Trish was
dancing about with Jackson in one arm and Kaylee the other.
"Hey, people in love," Devon said, joining Lindsay and
yours truly. "Let's go outside and enjoy the nice weather."
A hugfest was taking place between Kristanna and Pamela,
and Kristanna's parents, Kristof and Rande. I passed by the
happy foursome on the terrace outside without a word as
Lindsay broke off from us and ventured over to her sister,
Alison. The two ladies giggled and shared a kiss as Lindsay
took a seat beside Alison and motioned out toward Trish.
Hey, what happened to that dance Lindsay wanted?
Alongside Alison was yet another family friend - Paige,
the salesgirl from the lingerie boutique in Lommedalen where
Alison and I got a little too carried away that one day last
month. A 23-year-old gothic beauty whom I gave a hefty tip
of 52,000 Norwegian Krone to for putting up with our antics
in the lingerie store, Paige later sought us out and struck
up an immediate friendship with Alison.
No, Paige was not bi-sexual - I had no visions that she
too, would one day join the family. At this point, I did
not need or even want a ninth woman in my life. Instead,
Paige simply wanted to be friends with us, but seemed quite
flabbergasted by our ongoing happiness as a group. Was she
perhaps a bit jealous?
"Jeremy!" Pamela erupted, but with a grin. "Come here!"
When I turned, I found Pamela standing by her lonesome,
with Kristanna to the side, and Kristof and Rande slowly
backing away. I made eye contact with Pamela and suddenly,
all seemed right in the world. Happier. Lighter. Because,
it actually was. And things would keep getting better.
Pamela closed the distance between us and kissed me.
"What was that for?"
"Because I love you," Pamela said, her smile chipper.
Kristanna came over to us and embraced Pamela from the
side, but then leaned down and began splaying angel kisses
all along Pamela's abdomen. "I still cannot believe that
you are PREGNANT!" Kristanna gushed at Pamela, so unable to
contain her excitement that she was jumping up and down now.
Kristanna had been a ball of fire since Pamela broke the
astonishing news to the family over breakfast this morning.
She was due to give birth to our second child on January 6,
2017 - one day after her very own birthday.
Considering her past battles with Postpartum Depression
and the way it nearly crippled her psyche, and the fact
Pamela outright refused to even consider having another baby
because of it for the longest time, this pregnancy was a
monumental leap of faith for her. Pamela was putting her
ultimate trust in the family that we, as a group, would help
guide her through any obstacles that were put in her way.
And that group, of course, had its ringleader.
"This baby, I think, is as much yours as it is mine and
Jeremy's, Krissy," Pamela said to her wife. Pamela was so
happy; she was glowing. She was _just glowing_! "Without
your love and support, Krissy, I would have never been brave
enough to actually go through with us, and tempt fate again."
Tears running down her face, Pamela hugged Kristanna to her
and proclaimed, "I love you more than life itself!"
"Pammy is pregnant!" Kristanna sang in lyrical verse, still
hopping about even as they continued to tearfully embrace each
other. "Pammy is pregnant! PAMMY IS PREGNANT!..."
"And YOU," Pamela said, breaking away from Kristanna and
then focusing solely on me. "You, my amazing husband..."
Pamela coiled one arm around me and tenderly kissed my cheek,
adding, "I feel so content, so at ease, so happy... because I
know everything will be all right. I have you, I have Krissy,
I have the rest of our family. My guardian angels! I'm so
excited about being pregnant and having another baby with you,
Jeremy. This, I think, is the happiest day of my life!"
I simply smiled at my bubbly bride. Love certainly has a
knack of putting the right people on the right path...
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