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PLEASE NOTE: This story is the sequel to "Island Paradise".
It is STRONGLY recommended that you read the original story
in the series first, before delving into this sequel. You
will find "Island Paradise" - the original - on the web at:
http://www.literotica.com
http://storiesonline.net
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
Please be sure to check it out before reading this story!
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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 1 of ??
--> M/F, F/F and just about everything else
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Devon danced merrily through the open doorway of the pool
clubhouse here on the island, stepping outside and into the
sunshine. Once the 25-year-old met up with me at the bottom
of the steps, I grasped her hand and the two of us began
walking off toward the luxurious mansion that we resided in.
One look at this blonde vision of loveliness was enough
to convince any normal person that a truly perfect woman did
exist. A slender and trim little thing, Devon literally
glowed in the sunlight, her skin golden and tanned, as we
strolled up the cobblestone pathway that led to the mansion.
Devon's face was so pristine and flawless. In fact, I felt
that she belonged on the cover of a cosmetics magazine. Her
eyes, blue and alluring as they were, accentuated the sheer
beauty of her face to an even greater extent.
Once I told Devon, who was also my bride and soul-mate in
life, a silly joke, her musical laughter warmed my senses as
we stepped into the front room of our huge, sprawling estate.
After she settled down from her brief snickering fit, I felt
Devon's delicate hand upon my arm. She paused in the middle
of the front room, her head tilted as she looked at me.
"Are you looking forward to meeting up with the girls?"
my wife asked, her soft, squealy voice on total display. "I
can't believe, after all the work we've done to prepare for
their arrival, that they will be here tonight. Tonight!"
I smiled as a little tingle went up my spine due to the
warmth of Devon's hand. I then looked into those incredible
eyes of hers and replied, "Of course I can't wait, princess.
I already know that you and Kristanna can't wait, either."
I grinned once again, now admiring the stark contrast between
her deeply tanned face and her long-flowing blonde hair.
"It takes four hours to get to the mainland by boat,
right?" she confirmed, quickly glancing at her wristwatch.
"You want an extra hour to spare, too. That means there is
a half-hour before we have to leave." Devon smirked while
turning to walk again, her slender arm slipping inside mine
as she suddenly led me deeper into the mansion. Of course,
I offered no resistance. Why would I?
I paused after we entered the long corridor, my eyes
meeting hers for a moment. Whenever I was afforded the
opportunity of a good, up-close view of Devon's face like
this, my body oftentimes seemed to flutter. I simply could
not believe how insanely gorgeous this woman was.
"We really should find Kristanna and get down to the
boat now," were my words. "It's better that we arrive at
the airport early instead of late. We HAVE to be there when
the girls' plane touches down, and they disembark."
Devon said nothing in response as she turned to walk ahead
of me. Her firm, luscious legs mesmerized me for an instant
as they shuffled along with catlike grace. The enchantress
came to a halt beside the entrance to the recreation room,
then turned her head and offered me an inquisitive glance.
Next, Devon smiled as I approached her. An instant later,
she reached out with a single finger and trailed it down the
very center of my chest. The gentle, subtle move on her
part, of course, sent shockwaves throughout my entire body.
Taking a deep breath, I offered Devon a long stare and
almost became lost in her blue eyes yet again. I blinked,
then re-focused and found myself taking in the wondrous
beauty of Devon's face. As she looked at me with a playful
glint in those eyes, I somehow found the will to speak.
"Sweetheart... we have to get to the airport."
Devon had a bounce in her step as she spun around in a
circle, offering me a beguiling smile to boot. "It takes
four hours to get to the airport, Jeremy. You wanted to
leave an hour early. We have five and a half hours before
their flight is scheduled to arrive." Devon smiled once
more, then reached out and grazed the back of her hand along
my shoulder. "I thought maybe before we left... you and I
could play our favorite game. You know the game I'm talking
about, right? Stuff the bride! You and me! Me and you!"
I shook my head in response to this blonde bombshell and
her playful words. How I was able to restrain myself with
Devon wearing a sexy blue denim blouse, along with a brown,
sassy miniskirt, was beyond my comprehension. "The earlier
we get there, the better," I implored to her, shaking my
head in the process, trying to sound firm. "Trust me."
Devon stared at me for several seconds, but said nary a
word as she then turned and walked into the recreation room.
Yet again, I found myself totally infatuated with the sight
of Devon's tanned, sleek legs as she stood with her back to
me. The corduroy miniskirt she wore did a remarkable job of
highlighting those beautiful legs. It wasn't too long
before I was blatantly gawking at the mere sight of them. I
stepped into the room just so the two of us could be closer.
Finally turning her head to glance over her shoulder at
me, Devon giggled as I continued to gawk at her. She then
shifted her weight a couple of times, which did nothing but
draw my attention even more toward her slender legs.
"Maybe you're right, Jeremy," she said, slowly walking
toward the bookcase full of artifacts and historical relics
upon the far wall. "We do need to get to the airport. I
guess I'll go change into something a little more warm. It
does get quite windy out on the ocean, you know."
"I want to be there before the girls arrive," I told her,
my voice ragged as lust swirled throughout my body. "You
know it would be a total disaster if their flight touched
down before we were at the airport."
"OH..." Devon gently said, before bending over slightly
at the waist to look at an object upon the shelf. Devon
pretended to inspect the artifact, but I could easily tell
that her sole purpose in leaning over was to tease me. She
even wiggled that shapely ass in a most provocative manner.
"Wow..." Devon murmured, as she bent lower, looking at
another object. "I never knew you had this stuff in here
before, Jeremy." I groaned as the seductress raised a
high-heeled foot and wiggled it about for a moment. It was
a simple move on her part, but also powerfully erotic.
Devon put her foot back down and then bent EVEN LOWER -
now she was inspecting something upon the bottom shelf. Her
legs widespread, Devon was bent-over at the waist in her
little, brown miniskirt, which was riding high. Her precious
ass - covered by a white G-string - was on total display. My
body was trembling so much that I feared it may explode...
Devon stood up and slowly turned toward me, sweeping her
immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair in the process with her
right forearm. "Where did you get that artifact, Jeremy?"
she asked, pointing to the piece on the lower right. "It
looks so expensive, and beautiful..."
Devon waited for a verbal answer, but didn't get one. I
was way too distracted to speak. Thus, she bent down and
once more, inspected the object on the bottom shelf. Again,
her miniskirt rode high as I found myself literally drooling
at the sight of her ass. This time, though, Devon glanced
back over her shoulder and caught me openly gawking at her.
Devon stood up once again, then casually reached behind
herself to smooth her corduroy skirt downward. Because the
25-year-old had teased me so very much, I now found myself
with an incredible, raging erection.
She obviously had no interest in admiring those artifacts
and relics upon the shelf. This whole charade of hers was
nothing more than a ploy to get me aroused. She succeeded.
"I can't wait to see the others," Devon cooed as she
strolled over to a chair, her long, silky-smooth hair coming
into contact with my shoulder. I could smell her perfume...
it was lavender. The wondrous scent flooded my senses, and
made my head swoon. Devon then took a seat and told me, "I
think I'll get changed in a minute."
Try as I might, but I could not help but to stare at
those gorgeous, lithe legs once again. Devon knew what I
was doing, and very slowly crossed her legs - which brought
a harsh, excited moan from deep within me. The naughty
vixen had me under her spell - and she knew it full well.
"I'd really like for you to fuck me," Devon proclaimed,
her voice suddenly very intent and focused.
I shook my head in response to her aggressive words as I
began to appraise the rest of her body. Devon had such
slender arms and shoulders, but I paused too long to admire
her large, heavenly breasts as they jutted outward upon her
snug-fitting blouse. Devon's face was absolutely stunning.
She had a perfect set of sparkling, white teeth, which
accompanied a killer smile. How could I deny her?
Despite the heated state of arousal she had put me in, I
suddenly felt mysteriously at ease. Devon was so easy - so
comfortable, to be around. She was a true princess...
"I want you to fuck me, Jeremy," Devon reiterated. "Even
if it is just a quickie!" My cock began to throb as she took
a deep breath and arched her shoulders back, causing the blue
denim blouse she wore to stretch tightly upon her breasts.
My eyes wide, the young woman suddenly dropped to her knees -
in a very submissive position - and added, "Take me..."
Just as I was about to close the distance between Devon
and myself - and give her what she truly wanted and needed -
Kristanna came bristling into the room and looked at us oddly.
The 23-year-old - a super-sexy blonde herself - then offered
us a disapproving glare while folding her arms in response.
"What are you two doing?" Kristanna asked, a slight grin
upon her face as she shook her head. "We need to go to the
airport! We HAVE to be there when the girls' plane arrives."
She paused and looked at me. "You're a very bad man, Jeremy.
Devon on her knees. Can't you control your urges?"
"She did this on her own!" I countered in self-defense,
grinning. "I know we have to be at the airport..."
Kristanna, who was also my wife, let out a laugh and shook
her head once more. Her next move was to grab Devon by the
wrist. "I'll see to it that you get changed, missy. Let's
go." Although she protested a bit outloud, Devon did not
show any physical resistance as Kristanna literally dragged
her out of the spacious recreation room.
"Party crasher!" Devon exclaimed, which made me smile.
"One more word out of you," Kristanna warned in her even
tone, "and I'll put you over my knee, and spank you!"
"Party crasher!" Devon shot back, as their voices then
faded out of earshot range. However, I then laughed as I
heard a loud SMACK. Devon definitely needed a spanking...
* * *
Moments later, while seated at the computer terminal in
the suite I shared with my two precious, adorable wives, I
smiled once Windows ME loaded. The beautiful wallpaper for
my start-up page was a picture of yours truly with the six
young ladies who had spent ten weeks of their lives here on
the island with me earlier this year. That marvelous group,
of course, consisted of Devon and Kristanna themselves, as
well as Pamela, Amy, Stephanie and Trish.
If I were to wait two minutes and let my computer idle
by, individual pictures of each of the girls along with me
would begin to pop up. That was my personal screen saver.
It even included pictures of me with Lindsay and Lisa - the
two ladies who decided to leave the island prematurely.
With the images of happy faces and charming smiles, these
photographs reminded me of a very memorable period in my
life. That time was spent with some truly special people.
One way or another, I had kept in either moderate to
extremely close contact with all eight of the ladies.
Without a doubt, Amy was easily the most physically rough
of the group when it came to anything sexual. For ten weeks,
Amy literally hammered everyone in her path. She used a wide
assortment of strap-on dildos and vibrators on all of her
female counterparts, oftentimes throttling them until their
bodies could not take anymore. Amy enjoyed her sex hard, and
was not afraid to let it be known. In her dealings with me,
the red-head even pushed me to the brink of absolute madness.
But the one person who seemed to fit with Amy better than
anyone else was the lovely brunette, Stephanie, a registered
nurse from Connecticut. Until the time Amy got her hands on
Stephanie, the 26-year-old had been a closet submissive.
Amy helped bring that side of Stephanie out, keeping her in
strict, tight bondage quite often. Amy was also quite harsh
and forceful in the way she treated Stephanie. I found it a
little disturbing at first - no doubt - but Stephanie was
obviously enjoying herself so I had no real qualms.
Amy and Stephanie were like bread and butter. They went
together so well that after leaving the island, the two
ladies moved to Stephanie's hometown in Connecticut and
bought a house there. Both of them have integrated the art
of bondage and domination into every aspect of their lives.
Trish went through a whole multitude of problems during
her ten week stay on the island, beginning with her hard
pursuit of Lindsay and ending with her failed relationship
with Stephanie. Trish was a very emotional and high-strung
individual who let the hardships of life affect her a little
too much. The episode with Lindsay nearly destroyed her. I
could not condemn Trish for it, though, since I have been the
same type of ultra-sensitive person throughout my own life.
The one thing Trish wanted more than anything else was to
be loved, and accepted for who she was in life. She needed
to be cherished, and cared for. Thus, it is with a smile
when I say Trish has finally found exactly just that.
After returning to her native homeland of Canada, Trish
met and fell in love with a young woman by the name of Stacy.
A photograph that Trish sent me of the two of them together
revealed that Stacy was just as beautiful and stunning as
Trish. The two were an item, and Trish was already talking
about the possibility of a same-sex marriage with Stacy. I
was so glad that Trish had finally found happiness in life.
Aside from Devon and Kristanna, naturally, the one woman
I was attached to the most over those ten weeks was Pamela.
A sensationally beautiful young woman who was trapped in a
career as a stripper, I fell in love with Pamela and did
everything I could to convince her to stay on the island
with Devon and yours truly. This was before Kristanna had
made her own commitment to us, of course. I desperately
wanted Devon to have a full-time, live-in girlfriend in life,
even after the two of us got married.
Pamela would have been a great choice, I thought. Not
only was she good friends with Devon, but I loved her - and
she loved me. Unfortunately, in the end, Pamela could not
see devoting herself to a three-way relationship where she
would (in her very own words) clearly be the "third wheel".
Pamela wanted the type of relationship which Devon and I had.
Not only did she want to be loved unconditionally (which I
tried to convince Pamela we would provide for her), but she
also wanted to be the center of someone's universe.
Despite the mutual feelings we had for one another, Pamela
opted to return to her home in Maryland once the ten weeks
were up. To this day - many months later - I still miss her.
There isn't an hour that goes by when I don't think of Pamela
and silently wonder to myself if she is doing okay in life.
But before she left the island, I convinced Pamela to
quit her job as an exotic dancer. I implored to her that
she was too good of a person to continually degrade herself
in front of a group of strangers like that. Pamela even
took my advice and found a job at a nearby library. I felt
it was perfect for her, since she absolutely loved to read.
The library here in the mansion was her favorite hang-out.
Now, as the 26-year-old was in the process of completing
her final year of college, I kept good on my promise to
Pamela. I put forth a great deal of money, and a private
school was being built in her very own neighborhood. Once
she attains her degree in secondary education, Pamela will
have the career she has always dreamed of, but feared that
it may never come to pass because of her time as a stripper.
Pamela will be my employee - a teacher at my private school.
I would be remiss if I did not also mention the duo of
Lindsay and Lisa, both of whom were here for approximately
a week. Lisa was among the original group and got along
with everyone else. She enjoyed her time on the island,
indeed, but felt the strain of being away from her family
for the first time in her young life. Thus, the 21-year-old
asked me to allow her to return home. I felt terrible that
Lisa wanted to leave us, but did not stand in her way.
Lindsay, on the other hand, was Lisa's replacement. She
went home shortly after her arrival too, but for different
reasons. Lindsay had a personality clash with a couple of
the other ladies (most notably Kristanna), which ultimately
led to her early dismissal from the island.
Devon and I thought the world of Lindsay. She was never
mean-spirited or shallow in her dealings with the two of us.
But combining her dispute with Kristanna, and the episode
with Trish where Lindsay accused the Canadian of sexual
harassment, many of the girls asked that I send the little
hellcat back to wherever it was that she came from (Ohio).
Reluctantly, I agreed to their request.
Lindsay did return home, but I managed to go about it in
such a way that it did not hurt her feelings. I offered to
pay Lindsay the full amount of money that she would have
earned for staying here for the duration of those ten weeks.
My reason for this, I told her, was because I wanted her to
return to her own family - her mother and three sisters - in
Ohio. All of them were still coping with the tragic loss of
Lindsay's father. I told her they needed her more than we
did. I was not so certain that was true, though. I had a
tremendous attraction toward Lindsay. It hurt to see her go.
As for their current situations, both Lindsay and Lisa
had returned to college. Lindsay majored in secondary
education just like Pamela, while Lisa attended a university
in Illinois, where she was studying art history. Lindsay
had also reclaimed her prior job as the cosmetics manager at
a Cincinnati area supermarket, while Lisa was employed as a
salesperson at an art gallery. Both of them were young kids
(ages 21 and 20) who were trying to find their way in life.
Of course, I wished them nothing but the absolute best.
* * *
The luscious duo of Devon and Kristanna had chose to
devote their lives to not only me, but each other as well.
Both ladies, of course, had opted to stay with me here on
the island after everyone else returned to normal society.
After Devon and I were married in a beautiful, lavish
ceremony on September 22nd in front of friends and family
in the Bahamas, we went on our honeymoon - to all places -
in Norway. Norway was Kristanna's homeland, of course.
She accompanied Devon and me on our honeymoon; the three of
us spent four weeks on Kristanna's family farm. It may not
have been the ideal place to go on a honeymoon, but Devon
and I enjoyed our time in Norway with Kristanna's family.
As for Kristanna herself, she was ecstatic with the chance
to go there for a month and visit her folks.
Immediately upon returning home - here, to the island -
Kristanna joined Devon and yours truly in a private wedding
which united all three of us together in holy matrimony. I
never thought much about polygamy (the practice of having
multiple spouses) until Devon suggested it to Kristanna and
me on our first wedding night. It was an excellent idea.
While strictly illegal in the United States and all of
Canada (except British Columbia, where it is "tolerated"),
polygamy has been embraced on this island. Why? Because
it is private - I own it - and it is not governed by any
law. Peru, of course, was the country nearest to us. But
the island was located well outside of its jurisdiction.
With another wedding, Devon and Kristanna felt it was
only fitting that the three of us go on a second honeymoon.
We decided on Anguilla, a secluded island in the Caribbean.
At the cost of $2,995 per day, we rented the grand villa
at Anguilla's most luxurious hotel resort for a whole month.
During that time, we sampled every single thing that the
little, 35-sqaure-mile island had to offer, including
restaurants, recreation spots and nightlife. Of course, we
had our fair share of mind-blowing sex during our honeymoon
before returning, once again, to our home here on the island.
Devon and Kristanna were a definite contrast in styles,
yet similar at the same time. Kristanna was a 23-year-old
bundle of energy, whose 5-foot-11 frame and long, skyscraper
legs could easily earn her millions of dollars in the world
of modeling if she decided to go that route. Kristanna, who
was also born and raised in Norway, was wondrously beautiful
and incredibly friendly. She was a total sweetheart.
Two years older at age 25, Devon was a bit more cerebral
and level-headed than Kristanna, but still had those episodes
where she could be very teasing and playful. All I had to do
to prove that was point to the beginning of this chapter,
when Devon nearly seduced me in her little, sexy outfit.
At 5-foot-3 and a mere 95 pounds, Devon did not have the
runway model look going for her like Kristanna did. Devon
had the swimsuit model look instead. Despite her smallish
frame, Devon had the type of large, heavenly breasts that
most women could only fantasize about possessing. Incredibly
big, yet firm at the same time, Devon's breasts were a nice
compliment to her tender face and sweet smile.
Despite their physical differences, I considered Devon and
Kristanna to be the two most beautiful women I had ever laid
my eyes upon. Each of them were very unique in the way they
looked, but everything about them was absolutely perfect.
There was nothing about them that I wanted to change.
* * *
Devon had hinted at this during various times prior to
our marriage, but her request became official during our
three-way honeymoon with Kristanna in Anguilla. Devon asked
that we bring a new collection of women to the island for
another ten weeks. We had such a good time with Pamela,
Amy, Stephanie and Trish, Devon said, that the three of us
should look into attempting to re-create it.
Instead of new women, Kristanna suggested that we try and
corral the original group for another ten week run. Devon
had no problems with that idea - she simply liked having
other women around who shared her interests. At the same
time, though, Devon did not think any of the original ladies
would want to come back. They had their own lives now.
Her words proved to be only somewhat prophetic. Despite
my offer of $3 million apiece, the duo of Pamela and Trish
turned down the opportunity to do it all over again. We
also gave a courtesy call to Lisa and extended her the same
offer, but not surprisingly, she politely declined as well.
Pamela was not even interested in hearing my idea, as if
the 26-year-old were to return, she and I would be re-united.
Pamela was quite candid and honest when telling me that she
was doing her absolute best to get over me, and move on in
life. Pamela did not know if she could handle seeing me
again. "I know you are happy with Devon and Kristanna," she
told me over the telephone. "I don't want to come back to
the island and do anything to jeopardize that. I... I just
don't know if I could hold myself back from you, Jeremy."
Trish did give my offer some serious thought, but decided
against it in the end - even after I sweetened the deal, and
promised to pay Stacy an additional $3 million if she were
to tag along with her on a vacation here. Trish had opened
up her own fitness club in the past two weeks and felt the
need to stay close to it in her Canadian homeland.
Lisa was surprised that I would call her and offer to
bring her back to the island after her sudden exit from it
earlier this year. The offer of all that money was quite
tempting to her, indeed, but she decided her family was still
too important to her. She did not want to leave them, liking
the security of having her folks close-by at all times. It
seemed as if Lisa was a true "home body".
Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie were coming back, however.
Since they had a history of squabbles together, Kristanna
was against the idea of Lindsay coming back to the island.
In the end, though, Devon changed Kristanna's mind into at
least giving Lindsay a second chance with us. Devon had been
infatuated with Lindsay since day one (as had I) and felt so
extremely happy that the little blonde accepted our offer.
I explained to Lindsay over the telephone that unlike
before, she would have to stay the whole ten weeks in order
to secure the $3 million. I was not about to allow her to
go home early, yet still pay her in full - like before.
I also mentioned her problems with Kristanna, and Lindsay
immediately said that she had some apologizing to do upon her
return to the island. Lindsay claimed that over the past few
months, she had some time to sit back and reflect on the way
she treated some of the others during her stay here. The
precocious co-ed primarily mentioned Kristanna and Trish.
Amy and Stephanie, on the other hand, were a true package
deal. The couple literally jumped at the chance to return
to the island, where they would combine for $6 million in
earnings. Each of them enjoyed their time here before, so
it only made sense that they felt like coming back.
With Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie coming back for another
run here on the island, Devon, Kristanna and yours truly
decided that two more women were needed. It would make for
a total of seven ladies, Devon and Kristanna included, to
stay here with us from the end of December until mid-March.
Our search went no further than the main computer system
in my personal suite. I had 10,000 applications still on
file from the original "island casting call".
Last year, I posted fliers and information booklets all
over Canada and the United States, looking for bi-sexual
women who would be interested in spending ten weeks on an
island paradise where both sex and sun were paramount.
From those 10,000 women who replied, I eventually narrowed
the list down to 20 - and then the final number, six. I told
Devon and Kristanna that each of them could sift through the
profiles and select one lady from the remainders in the pool
of 20. The choices, I told them, were theirs.
Then, we would get into contact with each lady and ask
them about not only their interest in coming to the island
after all (a good six months after they were turned down),
but also an iron-clad guarantee of $3 million in earnings.
Needless to say, both ladies jumped at the opportunity.
Devon's immediate choice was a young woman by the name of
Gabrielle, who hailed from the Seattle area. Devon claimed
that just one look at Gabrielle's collection of photographs
on my computer was all it took for her to make a decision.
Gabrielle was a ravishing, dark-haired seductress who had
spent her entire life in Washington. A gothic princess if
there ever was one, Gabrielle was 27 years of age with a body
that compared favorably with any famous centerfold model.
Gabrielle, who came from a long Spanish heritage, had put her
physical gifts to good use over the past six years too - as
she had carved quite a profitable career for herself as a
local print model. Outside of that, Gabrielle's hobbies
included skiing, hiking and playing the piano.
After browsing through the collection of ladies, most
particularly their photographs and personality profiles,
Kristanna finally made her decision.
Sarah was a lithesome, very athletic 25-year-old stunner
who hailed from New York. She was employed as a waitress,
but had a vested interest in physical fitness and the martial
arts as well. I figured that was a definite attraction for
Kristanna, who was the proud owner of a black belt in Aikido.
Now, Kristanna could have a sparring partner in Sarah.
With light red hair and a petite, slender frame, not
only was Sarah very attractive, but she also seemed quite
mature, with a good head upon her shoulders. A busy person
to say the least, Sarah even found time in her schedule to
go to college. She was studying to be a veterinarian.
It should go without saying that Gabrielle and Sarah were
not only bi-sexual, but also well aware of what they were
getting themselves into. I promised both of them that the
next several weeks of their lives would be a time for
self-discovery. I stressed that the island was a place of
love and togetherness, as well as exploration. I also told
them that it was where fantasies become reality.
* * *
"Look," Kristanna murmured, making a face and shaking her
blonde head as she shivered theatrically. "And also, yuck."
"Yuck?" Devon asked her, glancing around, as I stood next
to the ladies and silently admired them. "What yuck?"
"This yuck."
Kristanna pointed to a sign on the cosmetics table here
in the gift shoppe at Lima International Airport. The model
on the sign was tall and stick-thin just like Kristanna, but
also had sunken cheeks and bruise-colored mascara ringing her
eyes. "How could anyone put that on their face? Yuck."
"I don't get it," Devon said, shaking her head. "What's
the point of looking like that? It's not attractive at all."
She picked up one of the sample lipsticks, pulled off its
cap and then twirled it open. It was a ghastly brown color.
Kristanna again made a sour face as she shook her head,
eyeing the lipstick. "I don't think I'll be buying that."
Kristanna picked up another tester and revealed a truly
disgusting bluish-black color to Devon. "Again... YUCK!"
The three of us were at the airport in Lima, awaiting the
flight from Los Angeles which would deliver our five ladies -
Lindsay, Amy, Stephanie, Gabrielle and Sarah. Neither Devon
or Kristanna had any use for more make-up since there was a
seemingly endless supply back on the island, but felt like
browsing the cosmetics table here in the gift shoppe anyway.
We had 15 minutes before the flight was scheduled to arrive.
Yes, the three of us were wasting time. Upon our arrival
here at the airport, Devon and Kristanna had started at one
end and were now working their way toward the other. Nothing
was out of bounds for them to try on or sample. Whether it
was Peruvian cuisine at a concession stand, information
booklets, sunglass frames, hats or mascara here in the gift
shoppe, the two ladies poked their way through everything.
As Devon was in the process of sniffing a tiny bottle of
perfume, Kristanna called out, "Oh, Devon... look!"
"Another yuck?" she asked, turning around.
"No, not at all," the Norwegian answered, holding up an
ugly, orange-streaked blouse with a small hint of fur-like
material on it. "Look. Does this scream me, or what?"
"I don't know if it screams you," Devon responded after
a short pause. "It could scream you, I guess, if you were
someone else. But you're not. You're you. You know?"
Offering a fake pout, Kristanna lightly stomped her foot
upon the floor and turned her attention toward me. "What do
you think, Jeremy? Does this blouse scream me, or what?"
I tried to imagine Kristanna in the tacky thing. It sure
would be a memorable sight. Fortunately, I could tell that
she was not serious about wanting to buy it. Kristanna was
simply being her goofy self.
"I think you ought to stick to tank-tops and shorts," was
my advice for her. "You know... your usual attire back on
the island. Although, I must admit, if you were to wear that
thing, I could spot you from a mile away. Anyone could."
Kristanna offered another playful frown as she placed the
blouse back onto its rack. "You guys have no fashion sense
whatsoever. You have to be fashion forward, like me."
"That blouse would set civilization back a hundred years,"
Devon mused, withholding a smile. "I could see you in that,
Kristanna. You wouldn't be caught dead in that blouse!"
"Has anyone told you that you need a spanking, Devon?"
Both Devon and yours truly hunched down in embarrassment,
praying that none of the other people who were also in the
gift shoppe heard what Kristanna had just said. We did not
need to air our private lives in public like this.
"Oh... what are you two worried about?" Kristanna scolded
us. "There may be four or five people in this airport right
now who can speak English. We're three of them. I doubt
the other one or two are in the gift shoppe with us." She
looked up and suddenly called out to anyone who would listen,
"Caulquiera de usted mismo habla ingles?" A few patrons
offered us a quizzical look, then shook their heads.
"It must be neat to be bi-lingual," Devon mused. "You
speak English, Norwegian and now, I find out, Spanish."
"I'd rather be bi-sexual," Kristanna smirked.
"She doesn't speak Spanish that well," I chimed in. "You
just asked, dear... any of yourself speak English."
Devon stifled a laugh and murmured, "That must be why
those people gave us that strange look. You dumb blonde!"
Kristanna giggled and violently shook her head, as if she
was rattling her brain. "My Spanish needs work. But I know
perfect Norwegian. Jeg elsker begge av De slik meget mye!"
"You SHOULD know Norwegian," Devon told her, grinning.
"You only lived in Norway for 22 years."
"What did you just say?" I asked Kristanna, curious.
"Jeg elsker begge av De slik meget mye!" she repeated,
before pausing. "I love both of you so very much!"
"Oh, that's so sweet," Devon squealed, reaching out and
patting Kristanna on the wrist. "Jeg... belsk begged eve...
whatever you said - right back at you! And Jeremy too!"
Devon smiled and decided, "I'll just stick with English."
I chuckled and suggested, "We should really get to the
gate. The girls' plane will be landing soon."
* * *
Amongst the horde of (mostly) South American passengers
who exited the jetliner, our five ladies were very easy to
pick out. Not only did all of them emerge from the gate
together, but they were very unique in appearance compared
to the other native travelers. In addition, we already knew
three of them from before. That made things easy.
Devon and Kristanna went up to the group and introduced
themselves to Gabrielle and Sarah, while also renewing their
acquaintances with Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie. I smiled to
myself when after a brief verbal exchange, Kristanna and
Lindsay shook hands and then shared a friendly hug. Seconds
later, Devon and Kristanna brought the group over to me.
"Greetings, ladies," I said to the beautiful five-some,
but focusing my attention upon newcomers Gabrielle and Sarah.
"You've already met Devon and Kristanna. My name is Jeremy.
It's so nice to have finally met you. I trust that everyone
had an enjoyable flight?"
"An okay flight, but I'm tired," Sarah admitted. "I was
in the air for a good nine or ten hours today. New York to
Los Angeles, and then here. Is it true that we're in the
eastern time zone? I thought this would be the pacific."
"Yes, we're in the eastern time zone," I told her. "So
there is no need for you to adjust your watch, dear."
"I came from Seattle," Gabrielle chimed in, smiling. The
gothic goddess was STACKED - and I mean that wholeheartedly.
Gabrielle's career as a professional model had netted her a
great deal of money over the past several years. It had to.
Her stunning, curvaceous body reminded me of Pamela's.
Lindsay and Amy looked at one another for a brief moment,
then Amy took the initiative by stepping forward and tossing
her arms around my shoulders in a warm embrace. After a
long and heartfelt hug, which included verbal greetings, I
got to hold Lindsay and Stephanie in my arms, too. I told
all three ladies that it was wonderful to see them again.
Indeed, I was happy that Amy and Stephanie had decided to
grace us with their presence once again, but I suddenly felt
a bit overwhelmed by the sight of Lindsay. It was similar
to earlier in the year, when I had a brief mental struggle
in trying to decide who was my favorite - Lindsay or Devon.
Devon won my heart out in the end, obviously, but Lindsay
touched a certain primal urge within me that no one else did.
Even though she recently celebrated her 20th birthday,
Lindsay still appeared to be nothing more than an innocent,
tempting, little girl to me. Her long, straight blonde hair,
held up in a ponytail, shined underneath the bright lights
here in the airport. Lindsay's face was that of an angel,
framed by golden bangs, with blue eyes and a killer smile.
Lindsay was an incredibly thin and petite little thing
whose smallish breasts made her seem even more attractive to
me. They were the perfect punctuation mark for her youthful
appearance and demeanor. My feelings of lust and admiration
for Lindsay were also buoyed by the fact that I was the one
who popped her virginal cherry earlier this year.
Clearing my thoughts, I announced to the group, "I've
already made arrangements for all of your luggage to be taken
to the catamaran - which is my private boat. Once everything
is loaded up and ready, we shall set sail for our island
paradise. The trip is four hours long, unfortunately, but
it will hopefully be a peaceful and relaxing boat ride."
"You girls are gonna love the island," Devon nodded,
focusing her attention upon Gabrielle and Sarah. "Never in
my life have I saw a more beautiful place... anywhere."
"It sure did look nice from those pictures I got in the
mail," Sarah nodded. "I'm looking forward to seeing it."
"Those pictures did not do the island justice, though,"
Kristanna told her. "Trust me on that. You'll be amazed."
"So we get three million dollars each for spending a
couple of months in a tropical paradise?" Gabrielle asked,
grinning. "I think I can live with that. I KNOW I can."
"Yes, you will receive three million dollars," I nodded.
"Stephanie really talked the island up on the plane ride
from Los Angeles," Sarah murmured. "She also said how great
and wonderful the three of you are. Is it really true that
all of you are married to each other? Is that legal?"
"It's legal, because Jeremy and I married Kristanna on
our private island," Devon told her. "We're not under any
jurisdiction or law from another country there. We can
basically do whatever we want on the island. We all love
each other - so we have a three-way marriage."
"Devon and Jeremy had the traditional wedding in our
group," Kristanna offered. "They got married a few months
back in the Bahamas. After their honeymoon in Norway, we
returned to the island and had the second wedding ceremony.
Then, we went on another honeymoon - to Anguilla."
"Wow," Lindsay murmured, taking all of that in.
"Norway?" Gabrielle exclaimed. "Why in the world would
anyone go to Norway on their honeymoon?"
I laughed as Kristanna shot back, "I was born in Norway,
and my family is still there. We went there to visit them."
"Oh," Gabrielle nodded. "I'm sorry..."
"I thought you had an accent?" Lindsay said to Kristanna,
her eyes narrow. "You spoke with a Norwegian accent before."
"I ditched it," Kristanna replied. "It was fake... I only
spoke that way because Jeremy enjoyed hearing it so much. I
have since graduated to my true self."
"Would any of you ladies care for a bite to eat?" I asked
the group. "There are plenty of concession stands a short
walk from here. Of course, anything you buy will be on me."
"The food is even on you?" Sarah smiled. "I am a little
bit hungry, yes. That airline meal we had wasn't too good."
* * *
"My... what a pretty pussy," Kristanna chirped, a playful
expression upon her charming face, as I shook my head and
grinned at her. "Don't you think so, Jeremy? Isn't this a
pretty pussy? Do you think we can KEEP it?"
I held back a laugh and countered, "You're one-of-a-kind,
sweetheart. I can't say that enough. One-of-a-kind..."
"Isn't this a pretty pussy, though?" she reiterated,
holding a cat to her chest and stroking its back tenderly.
The feline, which was purring, had already taken a very
strong liking to Kristanna. "Oh... what a pretty pussy!"
"He is kind of cute," Devon grinned, reaching out and
stroking the animal's back. "Or is it a she?"
"It's a girl pussy... cat," Kristanna answered, trying to
be funny. "Do you think we can take her home to the island,
Jeremy, and keep her with us? I just love pussycats. I
miss the one I used to have in Norway, Mr. Whiskers."
"Sure, you can take her home with us," I nodded. "It
looks hungry and seems to have become attached to you rather
quickly. I don't think it has a home... it's a stray."
"Did you hear that?" Kristanna squealed, holding the feline
out in front of her and looking directly into its face. "We
are gonna give you a home! Hmmmmm... what would be a good
name for you? I got it... Pussy! We'll call you Pussy!"
As Devon and the other ladies - Lindsay, Amy, Stephanie,
Gabrielle and Sarah - snickered, I held back my own laugh and
told Kristanna, "You are NOT going to name that cat Pussy,
sweetheart. You can take it home to the island with us if
you want, but it won't be named Pussy. That... it's too...
it's too weird. I'm sorry."
"Oh Jeremy, you take the fun out of everything!" Kristanna
huffed, albeit in a playful way. She turned her attention
back to the animal and proclaimed, "FurBall! That is a good
name for you... FurBall. Yeah!"
Sarah laughed and offered the quirky 23-year-old a gentle
pat on the shoulder. "I just met you, but I agree with
Jeremy. One-of-a-kind! Wanting to name that cat Pussy..."
Kristanna glanced around as all of us stood on the boat
here at Lima's downtown harbor. "Do you think we can go to
a pet store real quick, Jeremy?" She nuzzled the cat upon
her face and added, "FurBall needs some food."
"I already have some canned cat food in storage on the
island," was my response. "I had a cat just last year."
"Oh yeah?" Devon chimed in. "What was its name?"
"Bow Wow Meow."
"Bow Wow Meow!" Kristanna laughed. "I remember him from
when I used to visit Jeremy. What a name! Bow Wow Meow..."
"He was a good friend," I nodded, speaking in a forlorn
tone. "But he went out for the day once last year, and
never came back. I never found out what happened to him."
"Oh, you poor thing," Devon pouted, placing her hand upon
my shoulder. She then snickered and continued, "But I think
Kristanna and I are all the pussy you need in life."
My eyes wide, Lindsay shook her head and giggled at us. "I
can tell that the three of you have a lot of fun together."
"Oh, we most definitely do!" Kristanna chirped in return.
"We're always laughing and having a good time together."
"Maybe a three-way marriage isn't so strange after all,"
Sarah mused. "As long as all three of you are in love..."
Gabrielle nodded her head and grinned, saying, "It looks
like the next ten weeks are going to be a lot of fun."
"I guarantee you... it will be an adventure," Amy chimed
in, as Stephanie nodded her head in agreement. "Trust me."
"Let's hope you all say that after ten weeks," I nodded,
glancing at my wristwatch. "We better shove off for the
island. The earliest we can get there now is eight o'clock."
"Maybe Pussy can be your nickname," Kristanna said to the
cat, holding it close and then stepping into the luxurious
indoor cabin of the boat. "FurBall a.k.a. Pussy!"
"I think FurBall wondered onto the right boat while we
were at the airport," Devon snickered, looking at me. "I
think Kristanna will give it a good home."
"I still can't believe that I'm going to be paid three
million bucks for a ten week vacation!" Gabrielle exclaimed,
following Kristanna down to the cabin. "Incredible!" Then,
Lindsay descended toward the cabin as well.
"Anyone want to join me up top, on the sundeck?" Devon
wondered, looking at Amy, Stephanie and Sarah. All three
ladies nodded, and let my beloved wife lead the way up the
steel ladder. A moment later, I was in the main bridge and
prepared to set sail from Lima's downtown harbor.
* * *
Our lush, coral island, which I had officially forever
christened as "DevKris" just last week, was located four
hours by boat off the coastal city of Lima, Peru. The
convoluted coastline was sewn full of blue pockets trimmed
with exceptional hideaway beaches; steep-sided mountains,
untouched cays and reefs, adrift in crystalline waters.
How could I best describe the island? Too much blue,
too much purple, too much green. The flowers too red,
the mountains too high, the forest too near. In other
words... too beautiful for its own good.
As we made our final approach to the island, I noticed
that all of the ladies had gathered together on the sundeck.
From there, they could get a picturesque view of the island
and its vast, natural beauty. Meanwhile, of course, I
continued to steer and guide the catamaran.
Over the heavy, rolling waves, I could barely hear Devon
and Kristanna as they explained a few of the many wonders
that the island had to offer. The response to seeing the
island among Gabrielle and Sarah seemed to be that of awe.
Never before had they saw something so beautiful.
Stephanie chimed in with some points and ideas of her own,
telling the pair of newcomers that her favorite spot was a
secluded waterfall and fresh basin on the north end of the
island. Many of them giggled like schoolgirls when Stephanie
added that it was a prime spot for skinny-dipping. Lindsay
and Amy then spoke of their favorite places as well.
Gabrielle and Sarah were completely awestruck with the
island and its vast beauty once we arrived at the pier.
Having not even stepped foot on the soil yet, I think it was
safe to say that the island had already exceeded what were
probably lofty expectations for each of them. Tomorrow, we
would give each of the ladies a grand tour.
After I dropped all of the girls off at the mansion, I
returned to the pier in my Jeep and gathered their luggage
from the boat. I loaded it into the Jeep, then drove back
to the mansion and let everyone claim what was theirs.
I turned my attention toward our five lovely guests and
said, "I'm sure all of you are very tired, if not exhausted,
after all those hours in the friendly skies. Everyone has
already eaten enough food for the evening. Devon, Kristanna
and even Lindsay, Amy and Stephanie can show the two of you
where the guest corridor is. Turn in early tonight if you
wish. Breakfast will be ten o'clock tomorrow morning.
Please make it a point to be there. I don't have many rules
here, but breakfast and dinner are both mandatory."
"How much does a place like this cost?" Sarah asked in
awe, her eyes wide, as she glanced around the front room.
The mansion, a Mediterranean-style villa, exuded casual,
rustic elegance, combining traditional country features with
the most up-to-date communications and entertainment
technology. The estate was nearly 60,000 square feet in
size, all replete with colorful gardens, charming walkways
and fountains, shady terraces and sun-drenched verandahs.
Gorgeous interior areas flowed gently into one another,
framed by floor-to-ceiling windows, elegant woodwork and
garden views. Special spaces include a state-of-the-art
entertainment and IMAX movie theater, an enchanting glass
cabana and an indoor pool on the upper level. A few of the
other highlights included a grand ballroom, weight-training
facility and a six-line fax and telephone system.
In addition to the stunning main residence, the property
contained a separate three-bedroom guest cottage, a grotto
made of pure rock and granite, and a large sporting complex,
its crown jewel being a championship-size floodlit tennis
course. Another breathtaking location was the remarkable
swimming complex, containing a heated Olympic-style pool, an
indoor clubhouse, a sauna and spa, and a shower area.
Instead of answering Sarah's previous question by putting
a dollar amount on the value of the estate, I offered the
whole group a smile and proclaimed, "Has everyone agreed on
room assignments? Everyone gets a room-mate."
"If it's okay with you, Jeremy, Gabrielle and I want to
be room-mates," Sarah chirped. "I think it would be best
that way, since we're both the only newcomers here."
"I want to room with Amy, of course," Stephanie murmured.
"What about me?" Lindsay wondered. "Gabrielle and Sarah
in one room, Amy and Stephanie in the other. No one is left
for me. I don't want to sleep alone."
Devon stepped forward and grinned, "Don't worry, honey.
I'll be your room-mate... at least for tonight. One way or
another, no one will EVER sleep alone while we're here."
"That leaves me with Jeremy for tonight," Kristanna said,
before turning toward me and offering a half-hearted (but
also teasing and playful), "Yay..."
As Devon and Lindsay linked hands with one another, I
offered Kristanna a peculiar glare and chided her, "Yay?
Is that all you can say to being with me? Yay?"
Kristanna reverted to her Norwegian accent when she said,
"Do not vorry. Ve vill have a vonderful night togedder."
"That's the voice I remember!" Lindsay laughed, pointing
at Kristanna. She then calmed down and added, "You said it
was fake... but it sounds so real."
"I used to speak that way," Kristanna nodded, her voice
now back to perfect English. "When I went to Los Angeles to
begin college four years ago, I was just a little girl who
spoke hardly any English. Then for a long time after that,
as I learned the language, I still had my accent. I only
completely lost it last winter."
Lindsay turned toward me and offered that sweet smile of
hers. "Speaking of room-mates, Jeremy... will I ever get
the chance at a couple of nights with you?"
My eyes went wide and my heart literally fluttered at the
suggestive, yet subtle remark from Lindsay. The 20-year-old
looked so sweet and wholesome! I would LOVE to get my hands
on her again. Preferably, of course, sometime soon.
"We will work something out," I said to Lindsay in a calm
tone, though my insides were raging with unspeakable desire.
All the powerful, lust-ridden feelings I once harbored for
Lindsay were coming back to me. Unlike before, however,
there was no need for Devon or even Kristanna to feel one bit
jealous. They were my true loves in life, and not even an
irresistible sex-pot such as Lindsay would ever change that.
I smiled as Devon whispered something into Lindsay's ear.
The pair of ladies first giggled, then turned and began
walking away, arm-in-arm, toward their room for the evening.
It reminded me of the fact that Devon's feelings for Lindsay
were nearly identical to mine. She swooned and lusted after
her the same way I did, which was certainly understandable.
"C'mon girls... follow us," Amy said to Gabrielle and
Sarah, linking arms with Stephanie in the process. "We'll
show you where the guest corridor is."
"Devon and Lindsay are in room one," I told Amy. "You
and Stephanie in room two... Gabrielle and Sarah in three."
"Gotcha," Amy grinned, offering me a military salute,
before turning and strolling off with Stephanie, Gabrielle
and Sarah in close proximity. "You'll love this mansion!"
"FurBall needs a room too!" Kristanna squealed in her
energetic, lively tone. Still cradling the animal in her
arms, she then held it out in front of me and proclaimed,
"Come on, Jeremy... give FurBall a kiss! I know you want
to! Give that kitty-cat a big, fat kiss!"
Instead of kissing FurBall, I lunged forward and pecked
Kristanna on the cheek. "You're a crazy girl," I told her.
"But that is one reason why I love you so much." As I slid
my arms around Kristanna's tall, slender body and brought
her close to me, she let FurBall jump down from her clutches
and returned the embrace with equal feeling and emotion.
With our lips just inches apart, Kristanna's eyes flashed
as she remarked, "It's obvious that you and Devon are still
crazy about Lindsay. I can certainly understand why. She
is the innocent, sweet-cheeks cheerleader come to life." My
wife paused and added, "I'm going to try and wipe the slate
with Lindsay. We had our problems, but they're in the past."
"You're not a vindictive person, or the type to hold a
grudge," I said to Kristanna, kissing the tip of her nose.
"You're the last person I would expect to hold a grudge.
You are way too friendly and easy-going."
The Norwegian smiled at my words and countered, "You are
friendly and easy-going too, dear Jeremy. But if someone
wrongs you, you never forgive them. We're different that
way." She then pecked my lips with a kiss and added, "You
are getting better, though. I must admit that."
"My life is a trillion times better than it used to be,"
I reminded her. "I have crazy Kristanna and darling Devon.
I'm not quite as negative and doom-saying like I used to be.
You two girls are all I need. Everything else - including
Lindsay and all the others here - is an added luxury."
"A luxury, yes, but a nice luxury to have," Kristanna
squealed. "Personally, I like Sarah the most. I know I
just met her, but she is so gorgeous, and seems friendly."
She smiled and added in a lively tone, "Plus, Sarah is
going to practice karate with me tomorrow morning! I have
wanted to have a suitable sparring partner for the longest
time. Now, I can't believe I finally have one. Sarah is a
black belt in karate... just like I am."
"You certainly karate chopped your way into my heart," I
mused, pressing my lips to Kristanna's mouth and offering
her a very slow, languid kiss. We shared both our lips and
tongues over an open-mouthed exchange for at least a minute,
if not two, but then Kristanna suddenly broke it.
"FurBall must be hungry," she nodded, referring to her
new feline friend. "I'm gonna take her to the kitchen and
rummage around in your storage cabinets for that canned cat
food you had for Bow Wow Meow." Kristanna offered me a
quick-hitting kiss and then picked FurBall up, cradling it
in her arms. "I think she loves me."
I laughed gently and told her, "I would love you too,
dear, if you held me against your breasts like that."
Kristanna shot me an offended look while playfully hitting
my left shoulder with a closed fist. "You're nasty, Jeremy!
NASTY!" She scoffed in a humorous manner and quickly added,
"You shouldn't talk about me and FurBall that way!" The
blonde gave me one more glare before turning and storming
off toward the main kitchen, still cradling the cat. "You
need to stay away from Jeremy," I heard her say to the cat,
albeit still, in a playful way. "He is a NASTY man!"
* * *
"Spank me?" Lindsay retorted, struggling for a moment
until she broke free of Devon's grasp. "If anyone deserves
to be spanked, it's YOU, Devon! You!"
The voluptuous blonde grinned and moaned at those words,
then stepped back from Lindsay upon her knees and stretched
forward until she sprawled front-first upon the comfortable
bed in our private suite. A smile quickly came to Lindsay's
face as well; the little vixen slipped both of her lithe legs
underneath Devon's pelvis and in the process, raised her ass.
Now, Lindsay had a prime target for that deserved spanking
sprawled directly across her lap.
Having just entered the room I shared with my two wives
ten seconds ago, I now stood motionless next to the doorway
as the duo of Devon and Lindsay were obviously in the middle
of something right here on our bed. I thought they were
going to spend the evening in Lindsay's guest suite, but
apparently the pair of gorgeous ladies had different ideas.
Dressed in a tiny, yellow blouse and a pair of hip-hugging
jeans, Devon grunted and squealed with passionate delight as
Lindsay landed a series of open-handed swats upon her sweet,
upturned ass. I smiled at the sight - my cock twitching with
life - as Lindsay playfully taunted Devon with her words.
"Talk about me that way! You're the nympho! You're the
slut! You need to be spanked! Take that! And THAT!"
Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Lindsay was
relentless as she continued to pepper Devon's quivering ass
with a succession of swift blows. There was a maniacal look
in her eyes, but also a smile upon her face, as her right arm
was in constant motion. I do not know what their "argument"
was about, but I could tell both of them were having fun.
Devon was obviously enjoying this semi-harsh discipline
from the 20-year-old. Not only was she yelping and squealing
in response, but Devon's ass was now bucking and churning
about in arousal as Lindsay continued with her assault.
In a moment, however, the little minx finally relented,
but still clutched Devon's ass with both hands and squeezed
it rather thoroughly. She offered her a spiteful glare,
still muttering a series of playful words and taunts.
Feeling the need to interject myself into the mix with
these two lovely ladies, I slowly but surely made my way
over to them. Lindsay continued to mash and maul Devon's
upturned ass with her hands, but moved her head forward once
I closed the distance and met my mouth with hers for a kiss.
As a result, her expression softened and before I knew
what happened next, Lindsay's tongue was exploring the
inside of my mouth. I responded in kind; wrapping my arms
around her precious body and meeting her tongue with my own.
Our mutual kiss heightened in intensity as Lindsay then
offered Devon's ass another series of hard, blistering swats.
An instant later, I growled in the middle of my kiss with
Lindsay as Devon found the expanding lump within my trousers
with her right hand. She pumped and frigged it through the
fabric, squealing and moaning herself as Lindsay continued
to administer her some much-needed discipline.
"We've been waiting for you to show up," Lindsay said to
me, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Where is Kristanna? We
were hoping that she would be with you."
"Kristanna is feeding FurBall in the kitchen," was my
response, as I stared at Lindsay and Devon in total lust.
"What in the world are you two ladies doing in here?"
"Giving you what you want," Devon responded, grinning.
"What do you think, Jeremy?" Lindsay asked, her breathing
still a bit ragged from our intensive kiss. "Does Devon need
to be spanked? Is she a bad girl? She needs a spanking!"
"I think you BOTH need to be spanked," I told her, a big
grin upon my face. "God knows you two deserve a whole lot
more spankings than you actually receive - that's for sure."
I focused upon Devon and added, "Especially you."
"Oh really?" Lindsay squealed, her eyes glowing. "Both
of us deserve to be spanked? What did I do wrong, Jeremy?"
"You were born," I nodded, my tone deep. "Just looking
at you is enough to drive me insane." I patted Devon on an
exposed area of her denim-clad ass and told her, "You were
born, too. That's your biggest crime. Both you and Lindsay
tease me and drive me insane just by being alive - even when
you don't try to do so. Kristanna too, for that matter." I
paused and added, "Now get down on the bed, Lindsay - right
next to Devon. On your hands and knees, too. I'll spank
you. I'll spank both of your naughty asses."
With a mischievous expression, Lindsay slipped both of
her arms around my body, then trailed her hands down to my
own backside. "I don't think so, Jeremy!" she taunted. "I
think YOU'RE the one who deserves the spanking! After all,
you're the horny toad who brought all of us girls here."
"YEAH!" Devon agreed, laughing, as she suddenly sat up.
"Me?" I exclaimed, a little surprised. Horny toad?
"Yes, you!" Lindsay snickered, now flicking her right
hand in succession upon one side of my ass. Devon quickly
reached around me and took care of the other side with her
own hand. The sharp, stinging swats sent a series of erotic
bolts and pleasure shocks all throughout my body
"Oooooh, naughty boy!" Lindsay teased, laughing, as she
glared up at me. "You're a naughty boy, Jeremy!"
"You're gonna get it..." I warned her, shaking my head,
my voice jumping with every landed blow.
Smiling, Devon removed her hand from my burning backside
and first unbuckled, then undid my belt with both of her
hands. She pulled both my trousers and briefs down to my
knees, then grasped my rock-hard erection with her right
hand and began stroking away. "You can keep smacking that
ass if you want to, Lindsay," she said, gliding off of the
bed and assuming her position before me. "I'm hungry."
I inhaled sharply as Devon, who was seated upon her knees,
leaned forward and took my erection into her hungry mouth.
Her blonde head started to bob up-and-down over my shaft at
a maddening tempo, her hand gripping and squeezing its base.
With my trousers and briefs now pulled down to my knees,
Lindsay giggled once more as she now let her hand loose upon
my backside - swatting and slapping it in repeated fashion.
"Oh, bad boy! Bad boy!" she taunted me, laughing away.
"You're a bad boy and you need to be SPANKED! BAD BOY!"
"You ARE gonna get it," I warned her again. "Big-time."
Whatever this game was, I said to myself... it was fun!
Noises of passion and erotic hunger were coming from deep
within Devon's throat as she continued to bob away upon my
hard shaft. I could feel her warm, luscious tongue working
itself upon the tip of my cock within her mouth, licking and
swiping it in a heated frenzy.
Lindsay must have realized that she would get much more
enjoyment out of helping Devon pay oral homage to my cock
than spanking me, because she removed her hand from my ass
and focused all of her attention on my wife. Lindsay slid
down to her own knees and leisurely ran a hand throughout
Devon's immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair, then leaned
over and kissed her on the cheek. It was very obvious that
Lindsay wanted a taste of my cock. Devon giggled for an
instant, but kept her mouth stuffed full with my erection.
A harsh growl then escaped from my throat as Lindsay
reached over with her right hand and came into my contact
with my aching testicles. She cupped the delicate flesh in
her hand, gently twiddling it with her fingertips. I closed
my eyes and moaned at the sensations, a wave of mad lust and
untamed arousal swirling throughout me.
Lindsay offered me those sweet, puppy-dog eyes of hers
for several seconds, but soon turned her attention back
toward Devon. She gave her another kiss on the cheek as the
25-year-old continued to worship my cock with her skillful
mouth. Devon was no longer frigging the base of my shaft
with her hand. Now, she was simply deep-throating it. She
had her nose pressed hard against my pelvis.
"When are you gonna share, you greedy girl?" Lindsay
squealed at Devon, again, being playful. "I'm hungry too!"
Devon shot Lindsay a look, but soon nodded her head and
withdrew my cock from her mouth. Gripping its base once
again, Devon offered another nod, which prompted Lindsay to
lunge her head forward and slip my erection into her mouth.
Quite the ravenous type when it came to fellatio, Lindsay
promptly inhaled my shaft and began sucking away upon it. At
the same time, Devon continued to stroke its sensitive base
with her right hand while eyeing both Lindsay and I equally.
"I've missed this little doll so much," Devon squealed,
her expression full of vibrant lust as she now looked at me.
"I'm so glad Lindsay found her way back to us!"
Lindsay's head bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection in
quick, furious strokes, while Devon now tickled and caressed
my testicles with her fingertips. Soon, she slipped her
face in for a closer look, and was leisurely tonguing my
testicles in a most exhilarating fashion.
"Your turn!" Lindsay squealed, withdrawing my cock from
her mouth and offering it to Devon. The shapely vixen wasted
no time as she quickly engulfed my erection into her mouth
once more. Now, it was Lindsay's turn to lick and swipe
away at my testicles with her soft, velvety tongue.
My breathing had become rather labored and I nearly lost
my balance because of the immense amount of pleasure that
was currently swirling throughout me.
It was exciting enough when one gorgeous women was on her
knees in front of me, paying homage to my cock. It was
something even better when there were two of them doing the
pleasurable deed at the same time. Not even that, but these
two women were the voluptuous, beautiful Devon and sweet,
little Lindsay. I wondered if this was Heaven...
I let out a wild growl once Devon took my cock from her
wondrous mouth, only to then lick it in the open air. At
the same time, Lindsay used her tongue on my shaft as well.
Now, both of them were swiping away at it in the open air,
their tongues coming into frequent contact with one another.
Soon, both grasped my cock with their hands and concentrated
on sharing a heated, intensive kiss together.
A short time later, Lindsay broke the kiss and slipped
behind Devon's back, then reached around her with both hands
and squeezed her breasts through the blouse that she wore.
Devon moaned and rolled her head in response, but kept her
eyes trained upon my face as she stared up at me. I smiled
as I then watched Lindsay slowly but surely unbuttoned the
front of Devon's extremely snug-fitting, yellow blouse.
Lindsay squealed and kissed my wife's neck as she soon
slid both of her hands underneath that blouse. I noticed
that Devon was wearing a white bra, but knew it would be
history before long. Lindsay would take care of that.
After Devon's blouse was whisked up and over her head,
she offered my cock a fierce squeeze with her hand before
slipping it back into her mouth. As Lindsay then unsnapped
Devon's bra and yanked it away, she was already feverishly
working upon my erection with both her mouth and hands. A
moment later, the 20-year-old was mauling Devon's bare,
heavy-set breasts with both of her own hands.
Devon grinned and turned her face toward Lindsay, now
gripping my shaft in the open air. "Would you like another
taste, honey? Another taste of Jeremy's cock?"
"OH YES," Lindsay replied, without hesitation.
"Take all of your clothes off first," Devon instructed
her. "Maybe you can suck his cock and make him cum, while
I lick your pussy?" Lindsay nodded wildly as Devon added,
"Let's see who cums first - you or Jeremy. A bet, maybe?"
"What type of bet?" Lindsay inquired, already slipping
out of her white ballet top.
"If Jeremy cums first, I get to spank you," Devon said to
Lindsay. "If you cum first, I get to spank you. Deal?"
Lindsay laughed and countered, "That doesn't sound like
much of a bet. Either way, I get spanked!"
"Like you don't deserve it?" Devon asked, reaching around
Lindsay's hips and offering her sweet ass a hard, stinging
slap with an open hand. "You do deserve it!"
"You definitely deserve it," I chimed in, nodding my head
at Lindsay. "Especially after you spanked me earlier."
"Oh shut up, Jeremy," Devon countered in a foolish tone.
"I may just find the need to spank you again if you don't!"
Together, both ladies giggled at that comment.
Obviously, Devon and Lindsay were a wonderful match for
each other. Their playful taunts and interaction during the
only other three-some I had with them - several months ago -
was still vivid and clear in my mind. Now, even on Lindsay's
first night back, they had exceeded that prior encounter.
After Lindsay disposed of her ballet top, Devon quickly
smiled and purred while turning around to caress her young
lover's smallish-sized breasts with her own hands. They
shared yet another tongue-filled kiss, then Devon undid
Lindsay's denim shorts and slipped them down as well. Not
surprisingly, the little vixen was not wearing any panties.
Her shoes and socks quickly became a distant memory as well.
Now completely nude, Lindsay offered Devon one more kiss
before pulling back and looking at her expectantly. Devon
took the initiative, turning around and laying down upon her
back, her head close to my feet. She motioned for Lindsay
to come closer and she did just that, swinging one knee over
top of her face and straddling it.
Lindsay moaned with great desire as she lowered her tender
pussy to Devon's waiting lips and mouth. An instant later,
she began to squirm and writhe about in lust as Devon
explored the silken depths of her pussy with her tongue.
Still moaning, Lindsay reached down and grabbed an entire
handful of Devon's blonde hair, showing her appreciation.
With her opposite hand, Lindsay then turned her attention
to me by grasping my rock-solid shaft and stroking it rather
briskly. Soon, she wrapped her moist, pouty lips around my
erection and sealed them shut.
Surprisingly enough, Lindsay went in a slow, leisurely
fashion as her head moved back-and-forth upon my erection,
her hand going with it, her bushy pony-tail swaying about in
the air. I could tell it was definitely the calm before the
storm, so to speak. Lindsay was still moaning in response
to Devon, who eagerly swiped at her pussy from below as she
stood on her knees, servicing my shaft.
"Oh God..." I growled as Lindsay made eye contact with me,
offering her most shy, innocent expression.
She popped her lips off of my cock, but kept up the great
hand-job while offering me a naughty smile. A moment later,
Lindsay had taken my full length back into her mouth and was
sucking upon it once again. Soon, she was pumping my cock
faster and faster, her tongue working upon it furiously.
Needless to say, I did not have a lot of staying power
left within me. After the dual blowjob from earlier, and
now with Lindsay sucking my cock by herself, with Devon
also swiping at her pussy just below me - it added up.
Lindsay sensed my oncoming eruption, because she stuffed
the entire length of my cock into her mouth and offered me
her puppy-dog eyes one more time. That was the final straw,
because I then growled in heated arousal while my shaft
simply exploded within the confines of her mouth. It felt
as though I had been overcome with a tidal wave of emotion,
as the feelings of wanton lust rampaged throughout me.
Lindsay even choked for a brief instant as I emptied my
massive load of sperm into her awaiting mouth. Her cheeks
billowed-out widely, which told me that she had not swallowed
any of my cream yet. It was being saved for Devon...
After sucking my cock dry, Lindsay withdrew it from her
mouth and quickly raised her pussy from Devon's swirling
tongue. Next, Lindsay leaned over and attached her lips to
Devon's for a kiss. Both ladies moaned with intense lust as
they shared my sperm between each others' mouth, their moist
tongues slipping and sliding together as one. I took a step
back and watched them in awe, my eyes wide, my heart racing.
"I wanna finish your pussy off now!" Devon gasped, her
eyes focused upon Lindsay, once their kiss was broken. "I
want to make sure that you get off, too!"
"Hmmmmm, I do need to get off," the young woman purred.
"Maybe while you lick my pussy, 'Dev, big Jeremy here can
fuck you from behind. Then all of us can get off..."
"Oh yes!" Devon growled, glancing my way for an instant
before clutching Lindsay by the shoulders and rolling her
beneath her. As if on instinct, Lindsay immediately spread
her thighs, which prompted Devon to deftly move her head
between them for a closer, much more intimate look.
"HMMMMM," the blonde then moaned in pure arousal, as
Devon's tongue began to twirl and slide about upon the folds
of her little pussy once again. Perched upon her elbows and
knees as she orally serviced her girlfriend, Devon gave me an
instant erection as she wiggled her denim-clad ass before my
eyes in a most beguiling manner. Round and proportioned to
absolute perfection, Devon's ass was a sight to behold.
I quickly moved forward upon my own knees and grabbed that
ass with both hands, squeezing it tightly. I slid both arms
around her slender waist and unbuckled her pair of jeans,
then yanked them (as well as her G-string) down to mid-thigh.
That was all I needed.
Devon screamed out in utter passion as I then jammed my
newfound erection directly into the confines of her slick,
smoldering pussy. Still clutching her ass, I began to pump
myself in-and-out of her at a brisk pace as her lips and
tongue continued to sample Lindsay's own feminine treats.
Soon, there was no tender love or compassion on my part.
Penetrating Devon in such a manner, while she also took care
of Lindsay's needs, had somehow pushed me to the very brink
of madness. Thus, my body was relentless as I pounded Devon
with a series of powerful, unforgiving thrusts.
Almost immediately, Devon began to let loose with her
trademarked squeals, which told me that the passion level
within her was at the boiling point. I wanted to drown her
in those sensations, with Lindsay along for the ride, too.
Devon's squeals echoed loudly throughout the room, as
well as the sound of our bodies violently slapping together
as I absolutely hammered her pussy with my bulging cock. My
breathing become quite ragged and soon, all three of us were
rocking together on the very edge of orgasmic insanity.
"HMMMMM..." Lindsay growled out, her lust apparent, as she
literally stared a hole straight through Devon. "You're...
you're gonna make me cum!" To prove that point, Lindsay
wrapped her slender thighs around Devon's head and squeezed
tightly, as she shrieked and wailed out in utter passion.
"OH FUCK... MY PUSSY! CUMMING! CUMMING! I'M _CUMMING_!"
Seeing the look of erotic satisfaction upon Lindsay's face
as she went through the progression of orgasm was the thing
which finally pushed me over the edge. I thrusted my cock
into Devon one final time and held it there, then roared out
like a madman as I flooded her velvety womb with my man-seed.
My body felt as though it was on a roller coaster ride
which was totally out of control. The pleasure I felt was so
intense that it seemed everything around me was spinning.
But at the same time, nothing could tear me away from Devon
and the sensations of her exquisite pussy as it literally
squeezed and milked every last ounce of sperm from my cock.
All three of us rumbled together in orgasmic delight once
Devon joined the parade, with a series of loud squeals and
yelps which were absolute music to my ears. Of course, the
25-year-old's eager tongue never once stopped lapping away
upon Lindsay's tender, delicious pussy. I kept a close eye
on that, my shaft still embedded within Devon even after
what had been a trio of monumental orgasms for all of us.
* * *
"I don't know why I ever left either of you," Lindsay
cooed in the aftermath, groping and massaging her small
breasts with both hands. "Both of you, Devon and Jeremy...
you were always so good to me this past summer."
As I withdrew my deflated cock from my wife's pussy,
Devon kissed the inside of Lindsay's thighs and retorted,
"I don't know why you left us, either. We've missed you,
babydoll. But I'm so glad you're back."
"Why isn't Kristanna with us right now?" Lindsay giggled.
"I was hoping for a wild four-some tonight."
"I'm sure she'll be along any minute," Devon answered,
before turning her attention toward me. "How about you,
Jeremy? What do you think about Lindsay returning to us?"
Squeezing Devon's round ass with both hands, I growled and
replied, "No one is happier that Lindsay is back than me..."
<<<- End of Part 1 ->>>
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