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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 31 of ??
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"Are you sure Devon, Kristanna and Amy don't mind?" Trish
asked me for perhaps the fourth or fifth time, as she and I
were nestled together upon the comfortable bed in my personal
suite. There were still plenty of tears in Trish's eyes,
too. She was still feelings the effects of what Lindsay had
said to her. "I mean... I remember how possessive Devon was
of you last year, Jeremy. I remember it all too well."
"None of them are going to mind," I reiterated, rubbing
my hand over and across Trish's back. "It's something we
have always done here. Whenever one of you ladies have
something terrible happen in your life, you spend the night
with me. Devon and Kristanna are sleeping in a guest room
tonight. Amy is with Pamela, while Britney is with Sarah."
"I'm a very good listener, Miss Trish," I added. "That
is what this night is for. Plus, you should stay in here
with me tonight. This is the best room in the whole mansion.
It has the best bed, the best view... the best everything.
You need all the T-L-C that you can get tonight. Talk to me
some more, Trish. Let all of your feelings out."
Having already gone through half a box of Kleenex tissues,
Trish grabbed another and dabbed her eyes with it. "I
should have never come back here in the first place. What
Lindsay did to me was so humiliating. I can't believe it!"
"It's only humiliating until you realize who the person
is that it came from," was my response. "I don't want you
to feel humiliated, Trish. I told you before - you are too
good of a person to waste yourself on someone like Lindsay.
I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Lindsay is cruel,
vindictive and has no heart whatsoever. I fully believe
that everything good she said to me was a lie on her part.
I should have listened to the others about her long ago."
"I'm glad you sent her home," Trish breathed, clutching
me tightly while we relaxed upon the bed on this Saturday
evening. The side of her face resting upon my stomach,
Trish had not made eye contact with me in several moments.
"You should have given her a canoe and oar instead of having
the helicopter pick her up, and take her to the airport."
I laughed at those words. "A canoe and oar?"
"Did you ever approve of me coming back, Jeremy?"
"You're still here... aren't you?" I countered. "Trish,
if I did not want you here, I would have never given you an
open invitation to come back any old time you wanted. And
even if I changed my mind, I would have made you go back
home when you surprised us by showing up a few weeks ago.
If I let you stay here, you're welcome here. Very simple.
No one stays on my island if I don't want them to."
"You have always been so good to me," Trish murmured,
grasping my left hand with her own and squeezing it gently.
"I've had people do all sorts of nasty things to me in my
life, although what Lindsay did today pretty much took the
cake. But you have always been so good to me, Jeremy. I
know it may seem like nothing, but I can't tell you how
much I truly appreciate the type of person that you are.
You and Devon, really. Devon is my best friend." Trish
wiped her eyes with the tissue and concluded, "I... I have
never had a better friend than Devon in my whole life. She
is such a wonderful, wonderful person. She really is."
"Shhhhh," I soothed, again rubbing her back, as she began
to gently cry and sob. "Devon could be the best friend for
a lot of people. She is so very nice and giving. That is
one of the things I love about her the most."
"But when the situation calls for it, Devon will protect
her territory - by whatever means necessary," Trish sniffed.
"That is something else I really like about her. She won't
back down from anyone that way." The 27-year-old sighed and
added, "I want to find me a Devon in life. Or a Jeremy. I
have yet to find that special someone in my life."
I smiled and ran my fingers throughout Trish's immaculate,
long-flowing blonde hair. "You want a Devon or Jeremy? You
are welcome to stay with us as long as you like, dear. We
tried to get you to stay with us last year..."
"Oh no," Trish countered, shaking her head. "I respect
your lifestyle, Jeremy, and the love that you share with
Devon, Kristanna and Amy. But I'm a one-on-one type of
girl. I want a truly monogamous relationship. I... I was
hoping that eventually, I could have that with Lindsay. I
know she was wild and all, but I wanted to tame her."
"Will you please stop thinking about Lindsay?" I insisted,
although there was a grin upon my face. "You're going to
make someone very happy one day, Trish. Patricia. All you
need to do is find the right guy or girl for you. It is not
Lindsay. She is not good enough for you."
"It's just so humiliating!" Trish exclaimed, covering her
face with a whole mess of tissues now. "I've never felt any
lower or more humiliated in my entire life than I did today!
Lindsay was using me all along... pretending I was Devon!"
"You have friends here on the island," I said, clutching
her shoulder now. "I care about you, sweetheart. Devon
cares about you. Kristanna, Amy, Pamela. Britney doesn't
know you all that well, but she wants to help. And Sarah?
Sarah has been attracted to you since the day you came back.
All of us are going to help you get through this. It is my
job to convince you that what Lindsay said today does not
matter. Lindsay is insignificant, Trish. She's nothing. I
want you at the point where you believe that, too."
"You've always been so good to me," Trish said, finally
withdrawing her head from my stomach. When she looked at me
through tear-stained eyes, I immediately reached out and
embraced her with both arms. Trish continued crying, but
soon I felt her hand upon my chest. She was caressing it.
"We're going to help you through this," I reiterated.
"You have a lot of friends here. We're all going to help."
Still crying, albeit gently, Trish slipped her right hand
underneath my tank-top and raked her fingernails across each
pectoral. The move sent a momentary burst of pleasure and
energy throughout my entire soul. I wanted to squash it,
though. I did not want to have Trish (or take advantage of
her) in her current state. It would be wrong.
Nevertheless, there was no denying that Trish was a truly
beautiful woman. A former fitness instructor, and now the
proprietor of her very own health club in her native Canada,
Trish sported a lean, tight figure that was home to a
glorious pair of large, firm breasts. Much like Kristanna,
Trish exuded a certain kind of athletic sexuality that was
impossible to resist. Trish's cover-girl good looks and warm
smile were just a sample of how enchanting she really was.
With her 5-foot-4, 118 pound frame, and that sun-browned
skin - not to mention her sweet personality and demeanor - I
saw no reason why Trish had not found that "special someone"
in life yet. She was too good of a person to have languished
for 27 years without finding the right person to settle with.
If my situation in life was different - if I was single, and
unattached - I would love to have a relationship with Trish.
She had all of the qualities I looked for in a woman.
"What happened to me today was worse than horrible," Trish
offered, shaking her head. "For a long time, it felt like I
couldn't breathe anymore. I thought I was dying inside. I
had never been so humiliated in my life..."
"There is no need to feel that way," I stressed to her.
"No need at all. Look at who it was from - Lindsay. To be
humiliated means that you are hurt or lowered in the eyes of
others. No one thinks any less of you for what Lindsay did,
Trish. I think everyone here is glad that Lindsay is gone
because no one, except maybe Britney, liked her."
"Devon wanted Lindsay gone long ago," I added. "Kristanna
has had it out for Lindsay since last year. Kristanna is so
happy and easy-go-lucky; she will become friends with anyone.
Yet she despised Lindsay. Amy almost got into a fight with
her awhile back. Pamela and Sarah are probably indifferent.
Britney was Sarah's room-mate before you came back, but I
spoke to her, and she is now glad Lindsay is gone, too."
"Then, of course, there is me," I continued. "I admit
that I liked Lindsay more than any of the other girls did.
I defended her several times to Devon and Kristanna. But
that was until what happened today. I don't like her now.
I don't want her here. Thus, she is gone."
I paused and went on, "So there is no need for you to be
feel any sort of humiliation. No one liked Lindsay, and no
one cares what she says or thinks anymore. We DO care about
you, Trish. _I_ care about you. I want you to be happy."
"You must really like this, Jeremy," Trish offered,
finally looking me in the eyes. She continued to caress
my chest with her fingernails while saying, "You love to
talk about feelings and desires like this with us girls.
I doubt there is another guy in the whole, wide world that
I could have this conversation with right now. I KNOW
there is no one who thinks the way you do, Jeremy."
"I believe in being open and honest," I told her. "I
don't think that there is enough of that in the world. I be
as open and as honest as I can with Devon and Kristanna - up
to the point of possibly hurting their feelings. I won't do
that. I'm building that bond with Pamela and Amy, too."
I slipped my right arm around Trish's shoulder and gave
her a light embrace. "You've been open and honest with me
tonight too, dear. I know Lindsay hurt your feelings today.
But is our candid talk making you feel better?"
"Yes, it is."
I ended our embrace and grinned at her. "That's why I
invited you to spend the night with me in here. My goal is
for in the morning, you have a big smile at the breakfast
table. You have to put what happened behind you. Move on.
Lindsay is not worth feeling all sad and depressed about."
"Believe me, I know. My ex-fiancee, Victoria... it took
me nine years to get over what she had done to me. I look
back on it now, and know she was not worth it. She was not
even worth nine hours. Feel the same way about Lindsay.
Let the hurt out, and then move on. Don't dwell on it."
Before I knew what was happening next, Trish had one arm
curled around my body and was tracing both her lips and
tongue across my neck. I moaned at the sudden rush of heat
that cascaded throughout my body, then took a deep breath.
When Trish started to kiss and nibble the most sensitive
area of my neck, however, I gently pushed her away.
"What's wrong?" she asked, confused.
I shook my head at her. "I don't want you this way."
"What way?"
"You're hurt and vulnerable now," I responded. "I don't
want to take advantage of you in your current mindset."
"How are you taking advantage of me?" Trish wondered, her
hand upon my chest once more. "I'm instigating it."
"No," I reiterated, brushing her away. "You've been
crying all day and all night long. I don't want this. Not
now. I don't want to be with someone whose eyes are red and
dreary from hours of crying. I'm sorry, Trish. It would
feel wrong to me. Very wrong."
The young woman frowned, then nodded her head at me. "I
am sorry for coming onto you the way I did. Maybe you're
right. Now is not the best time." Trish leaned forward and
pecked my cheek with a kiss. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being a gentleman."
I smiled at her. "That was easy. I'm just being myself."
"You're the first guy who has ever turned me away that I
tried to come onto, you know," Trish offered.
Trying to inject some humor into the discussion, I told
her, "I bet a lot of those guys have screamed out YOUR name
when they were having sex with someone else."
Trish giggled, which was excellent. "I hope not." Her
frown quickly returned, though. "You don't want to have
sex with me. That's fine. But you want to sleep in the
same bed with me. Will you hold me tonight?"
I grinned and nodded my head. "Of course I will."
When Trish turned her back to me, I wrapped one arm around
her neck and shoulders, and the other around her abdomen.
She flipped the wall lamp off, then laid down upon her side
as I went with her. Trish clasped my left hand - which was
resting upon her stomach - with both of hers and then sighed.
"Maybe some good can come from this. Maybe what Lindsay did
will teach me a lesson, and make me a better person." Trish
nodded and stated, "Lindsay is not good enough for me."
"That's the spirit!" I encouraged, kissing the back of
Trish's shoulder in the darkness. "I want you to keep
thinking that, dear, and draw from it. Convince yourself
that it is true until there is no more doubt in your mind."
A short time later, Trish and I fell asleep...
* * *
"That was a very `Jeremy thing' to do," Kristanna smirked
the following morning, as she stood alongside Devon and yours
truly in the kitchen. "Trish wants to have sex, but you turn
her down because she is feeling all depressed - even though
she desperately wanted to be with you." Kristanna laughed
at me and concluded, "A very `Jeremy thing' to do!"
"Oh... don't tease him," Devon said to her wife, placing
her hand upon my shoulder. "I think it was incredibly sweet.
How many guys would have taken advantage of Trish then? I
don't think having sex would have really done her any good
last night. She just needed a friend to talk to."
"And that is what I was last night," I said, looking at
Kristanna. "A friend. Nothing more."
Since Britney was feeling a bit ill this morning, I gave
her the day off. Thus, Devon and I had taken the liberty of
preparing everyone pancakes and biscuits for breakfast.
Kristanna was going to help us until she suggested that we
have kebab - whatever that was - for breakfast.
Devon and I quickly agreed that we could not allow
Kristanna to run wild in the kitchen, so we told her that we
would take care of breakfast ourselves. All Norwegian food
and dishes needed to be permanently banned from the island!
As we finished up the first batch of pancakes, Kristanna
grabbed a butter knife and raised it up to my head. Smiling
(and being her crazy self), Kristanna then made fake slasher
motions toward me with the knife and let out a little scream.
Devon looked on and giggled, shaking her head.
"Will you take this up to Britney's room?" was my request
for Kristanna, as I held up a plate of pancakes and biscuits.
I quickly snatched the butter knife from Kristanna, then
leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. "Britney will
also want some maple syrup." I looked at her arm cast. "Do
you think you can carry all of that? She already has milk.
I took her two glasses of it earlier."
"I'll be fine," Kristanna nodded, taking the plate and
then balancing it upon the underside of her right forearm.
She also held it in place with two fingers from her left
hand, while using two more to latch onto the syrup bottle.
"Give Britney a kiss, and tell her I hope she feels
better," Devon grinned.
"Give Britney a kiss?" Kristanna countered. "I might
catch whatever cold or flu she has!"
"Exactly!" Devon squealed, nodding. "Give her a kiss!"
"I'm gonna give you a spanking when I get the chance,"
Kristanna warned Devon, before giggling and strolling off.
As I then prepared to fire up the next batch of pancakes,
Devon wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned upward,
kissing me on the lips. "Hi Jeremy."
"Hi princess," I grinned in response.
Her arms still secured around my neck, Devon offered me a
charming smile of her own. "Trish belongs to me today. Is
it okay if we take your Jeep?" My eyes went wide at those
words as Devon added, "I was thinking of having a picnic
with her in Kristanna Field, then going to the west beach."
"Take my Jeep?" I asked, feigning concern. "You know that
NO ONE touches my Jeep except for ME." I laughed and added,
"Sure, you can use the Jeep. Just take good care of it." I
patted my beloved wife on the stomach. "And take care of
yourself, too. I know you're newly pregnant, but I want you
to take it easy even at this early stage." I tapped her on
the nose with a fingertip. "No more monster dildos."
Devon smiled at me. "Nothin' says lovin' like a 'lil
muffin in the oven." She kissed me yet again and concluded,
"I wish I didn't have to wait nine whole months!"
"The wait will be well worth it once our baby is born," I
told her. "Trust me on that. You'll want to do it again."
"Have you thought about names yet?"
I shook my head. "No, not yet. Have you?"
Devon nodded and answered, "Yes, I have. I have always
liked the name Ariel for a girl. Ariel Janae. If we have a
boy, Dylan Thomas comes to mind. But I'm flexible with that.
I'm not flexible with the girl. If we have a girl, I really
want her to be named Ariel Janae. Ariel Janae [last name].
Does that sound okay to you, Jeremy?"
I nodded my head at her. "If Ariel Janae is the name you
want for our first daughter, then that will be her name.
Ariel Janae [last name]. It's a beautiful name."
Devon smiled and gave me a kiss. "Thank you, Jeremy."
My hand slid down to her stomach once again. "We have to
get these pancakes finished, princess. Else, we're gonna
have a whole group of hungry girls out there in the dining
room. This next batch is for Pamela and Sarah."
Moments later, Kristanna strolled back into the kitchen.
"Ah-chooooo..." she murmured, grinning, tilting her head
from side-to-side. "Ah-chooooo. Britney gave me the flu."
I shook my head and chuckled at her (highly) exaggerated
sneezing fit. "Ah-chooooo..."
"How is Britney?" Devon asked. "Seriously?"
Kristanna frowned and answered, "Not good. It's not a
good sign when it's 85 degrees out and you're in bed with
three heavy blankets wrapped around you... and still cold."
I winced at those words. "Do you think I should take her
to the doctor in Peru? It could be something serious."
"Wait a while," Kristanna suggested. "At least a day.
If she is not feeling better tomorrow, take her then."
"I wish Stephanie was still here," Devon offered. "'Steph
was a nurse, you know, and could take good care of Britney."
"We'll get her back on track," I nodded.
* * *
After a quick and relaxing swim in the outdoor pool two
hours later, Pamela was on my mind. It was time for me to
do a little more prodding, and try to convince Pamela that
her rightful place in life was with me. With US.
Instead of finding her whereabouts with the help of the
voyeur room, I decided to check the library after toweling
off from my dip in the outdoor pool. After all, Pamela had
become synonyomous with the library. Quite the avid reader,
it was Pamela's personal retreat in the entire mansion.
However, I was somewhat surprised to find Kristanna - of
all people - seated at the large table within the library.
She was seemingly transfixed into a book that dealt with -
get this - marine biology. Puzzled at the unique (for her)
choice, I approached Kristanna and made my presence known.
"What are you reading?" I asked her. "Marine biology?
Since when do you have an interest in marine biology?"
Kristanna put the book down and laughed. My wife loved
to laugh. She had a beautiful, melodious laugh. "I was
going to be a biology major in college before deciding on
archeology. I wanted to be a biologist!"
"A biologist?" I scoffed. "You? A biologist? YOU?"
"Yes... me!" she giggled. "In fact, I had many career
aspirations and goals before deciding on archeology."
"Oh, really?" I grinned. "What were they?"
"I wanted to be a race car driver, a drummer, learn to
play the piano... be a jet-fighter pilot, a make-up artist
and then join the circus... walk the trapeze. I wanted to
be a ballet dancer, an actor, be a comedian, a sculptor and
then design my own clothing line. That's about it."
Kristanna went through all of that in quick, rapid-fire
succession, with such a goofy expression upon her face that
I momentarily found myself speechless. I believe she made
all of that up on the fly, without even any prior thought.
It had been actually quite funny to listen to her rumble
on about her aspirations. A race car driver? A jet-fighter
pilot? I could just imagine Kristanna at the helm of an
F-14 Tomcat (or whatever they call them in Norway).
"Would your clothing line have those crazy Viking hats
and caps you like to wear on occasion?"
"Of course it would!" she told me. "I think that every
American should wear Viking hats! The United States is a
colony of Norway, you know. Leif Erikkson discovered it...
not Christopher Columbus." Kristanna folded her arms and
offered me an impish expression. "You should bow down,
Jeremy, and kiss my Norwegian feet."
"Why don't you kiss MY feet instead?"
Kristanna made a face and exclaimed, "I'm not about to
kiss your dirty, smelly feet!"
I laughed at her reaction. "You're crazy, peaches. Nuts.
Each time you tell me that Leif Erickson story, I can't help
but to laugh." I paused and added, grinning, "My feet are
far from dirty and smelly, too. They're clean and pristine."
"Clean and pristine?" Kristanna huffed. "Yeah... RIGHT."
"Have you given Devon her spanking yet?"
"No... not yet."
I smiled at her. "I think it's time you're due for one
yourself. You need to be put in your place, Kristanna. When
was the last time that you received a good, hard spanking?"
"Put in my place?" she laughed. "My name is Kristanna,
dear Jeremy. It's not Amy. Don't go getting us confused!"
The 23-year-old paused and asked, "When was the last time
YOU received a good, hard spanking?"
I smiled yet again. "It's been awhile."
"How about a blowjob?" Kristanna wondered, licking her
lips. "When was the last time you got one of them?"
"Two days ago," I frowned, "from Lindsay." I shook my
head and perked up. "Are you offering?"
"If you're accepting..."
"I'd be a fool not to."
With a smile upon her lovely face, Kristanna rose up from
her chair at the table and then made her way over to me. She
placed her left hand upon my hip and wrapped her right arm
around my body, then moved her lips to mine for a kiss.
I slipped both of my arms around Kristanna's statuesque
figure and held her tightly as our tongues dueled together
between our open-mouthed kiss. My left hand ventured south
and cupped her firm, tight ass, while my right latched onto
one of her breasts and gently caressed it.
"Just to think..." I offered once our kiss was broken,
our noses touching and bumping. "I was hoping that Pamela
would be in the library. That's why I came here." I kissed
my wife again and added, "I'm more glad YOU'RE here, though."
"It's good to know that I'm an adequate enough replacement
for Pamela," Kristanna snickered, being playful. "Actually,
Pamela was here until five minutes before you showed up. She
said she was going on a picnic with Devon and Trish."
Those words made me smile. "Pamela is with Devon right
now? Excellent. Trish could use the company, too. She is
in a lot of hurt." I lifted the hem of Kristanna's flimsy
dress and stroked the bare, supple skin of her ass. "You'll
never scream out someone else's name when you and I have sex
together... will you, dear?"
Kristanna laughed at my suggestion. "Each time I have
sex with you, Jeremy, I always think of Valdemar."
"Valdemar?" I retorted. "Who is Valdemar?"
"Valdemar was the last boyfriend I had in Norway," she
answered, still giggling. "Whenever I am with you, Jeremy,
I think of Valdemar and that helps me get through it!"
Kristanna squealed and yelped as I offered her tight ass
a good, forceful slap underneath the hemline of her dress.
Her pretty eyes flashing, she then giggled and focused upon
me. "Now what in the WORLD was THAT for?"
"For being a naughty girl," I answered, my hand busily
stroking and massaging her sweet ass. "And dreaming of that
Valdemar dude when you are having sex with me."
"Oh... you know I'm only kidding!" she said, kissing me
on the lips. "I don't have many fond memories of Valdemar,
to tell you the truth. He cheated on me and I caught him."
"Did you kick his ass?"
Kristanna laughed again, as I had referred to her karate
skills. "No... but I should have! I really should have!"
"I love you so much, Krissy," I told her, grinning, with
both arms now encircling her shoulders. "You're so nice and
sweet... and you ALWAYS make me laugh. I really should have
thought more about a relationship with you when we first met.
I should have married you long before I actually did."
"'Woulda, 'shoulda, 'coulda," she murmured. "I am happy
for what we have now, Jeremy. You, me, Devon and even Amy.
You and I could have gotten married and moved to Norway,
yes... but then we would have never met Devon. Or any of
the other girls. Devon would still be in Pennsylvania. She
would still be miserable - living with her parents."
"Don't forget about Pamela as well, peaches," I offered.
"I hope that she is part of our little group one day, too."
Kristanna frowned at me. "I don't think Pamela is going
to stay with us, Jeremy. It's just a feeling I have. I
know you don't want to hear that, but it's what I feel."
"Let's not think that way," I told her, trying to stay
positive. "We just need to show Pamela - prove it to her -
that her rightful place in life is with us. We have to.
But... it is going to be an uphill battle. I admit that."
"I admit that I love you," the quirky blonde grinned. "I
love you with ALL of my heart and soul."
I stared at Kristanna for a brief moment, a series of
intense feelings and sheer devotion running all throughout
me. Then I pressed my mouth to hers and held her tightly,
both of my hands now resting at the small of her back.
Kristanna embraced me in return, trailing her left hand
over and across my shoulder blades. I wish that I could
have felt her right hand somewhere on my body as well...
"Do me a favor and turn around," I moaned once our kiss
came to an end. I placed both hands upon Kristanna's trim
waistline and helped spin her around so she was facing away
from me. My beloved wife looked back over her shoulder at
me, however, then giggled as I dropped down to one knee.
"What about that blowjob?" she asked.
"Eventually," I nodded at Kristanna, appraising those
long, sleek legs of hers with both my eyes and hands. God,
I said to myself. Kristanna's legs were heavenly. Because
she was so tall (5-foot-11), they literally went on forever.
I could devote an entire chapter, and ramble on endlessly,
about how absolutely perfect and divine these legs were.
I showed a little of my appreciation for them by gliding
my tongue from mid-calf to upper thigh on both legs. Next,
I began to splay random kisses all over while massaging her
legs with both hands. Kristanna let out a little moan and
reached downward with her left hand, caressing my scalp and
running her slender fingers throughout my brown hair.
When I reached around Kristanna and patted the library
table behind her with my right hand, she got the idea and
took a seat on its very edge. I quickly spread her thighs
as her feet now dangled about, and was rewarded with a full,
unobstructed view directly up her dress. I smiled at her,
then reached in and pulled her little G-string down, and off.
My eyes now fixated upon the intoxicating cleft between
her thighs, I kissed her right knee-cap and proclaimed, "The
blowjob can definitely wait. Will you lay down for me?"
Kristanna let out an exaggerated sigh. "You're going to
eat my pussy? Stop the presses! Stop the presses! Jeremy
is actually going to eat my pussy! Stop the presses!"
"Don't patronize me, woman," I chuckled. "Keep it up,
and I won't eat that sweet, delicious pussy of yours. I'll
leave you high and dry - and not satisfied."
Grinning, Kristanna slid her thumb and forefinger across
her mouth - as if she were sealing her lips shut. The zipper
must have immediately broke, though, because she was talking
up a storm just seconds later.
"I better take a picture so I'll always remember this
moment!" she squealed. "You're actually going to go oral on
me! You don't do this all that often, Jeremy, you know."
Kristanna lifted the hem of her dress well above her waist,
allowing me total access to her tender, glistening pussy.
It looked scrumptious, nestled all nice and neat between
her luscious thighs - with a blonde patch of curls mixed in.
"I could go oral on you from now until the very end of
eternity," I told her, reaching up and grasping her left
hand. I gently stroked it with my thumb.
As she lay upon the table, Kristanna raised both of her
knees and looked at me from between them. I maintained eye
contact with her and offered a smile, then leaned forward
and kissed her inner thigh.
Still holding Kristanna's left hand, I then moved my face
in and began to lash away at her soft, velvety slit with my
tongue. Kristanna moaned and arched her neck in response,
but then re-focused her gaze upon me. "I love you, Jeremy."
I withdrew my lips from her succulent folds long enough
to again kiss her inner thigh. "I love you too, peaches."
An instant later, I was dining on that sweet pussy yet again.
I worked over her clitoris; swiping the sensitive nub of
skin with my tongue in a hot, frenzied manner.
Wanting to increase her pleasure, I changed my motion -
now dabbing her clitoris with my tongue. Kristanna was
already in the process of moaning out her approval for what
I was doing to her. I LOVED watching her beautiful body
squirm and writhe about upon the library table beneath me.
When I inserted a pair of fingers between the moist folds
of her pussy, Kristanna's excitement level seemed to triple.
Now under an onslaught from my tongue as well as two fingers,
she grasped my left hand even harder with her own and let
out a loud, shrill moan. I had her close to an orgasm...
"Oh, Valdemar!" Kristanna moaned. "Valdemar!..."
My head quickly darted out from between my bride's thighs
and I glared at her. Kristanna, as you may imagine, was now
in one of her infamous laughing fits. She nailed me good...
"You're gonna get it," I warned her, grinning, while
shaking my head. "You're gonna get it."
Still laughing, Kristanna offered me her most innocent
expression. "Oops! Did I say VALDEMAR instead of Jeremy?"
Kristanna then broke into another round of heated laughter.
I folded both arms and glared at her. "You're a funny
little girl... you know that?"
"And that is why you love me so much!"
"One of the reasons," I nodded. "One of many, actually."
I paused and joked, "What type of name is Valdemar, anyway?
I have heard of the name Vladimir before, but not Valdemar."
"I could have screamed out Dagfinn, too," she giggled.
"Dagfinn was also a former boyfriend of mine."
"Dagfinn?" I exclaimed, my eyes wide.
"My momma almost named me Alfhild instead of Kristanna."
I took a step back. "Alfhild? You... ALFHILD?"
"Those are all popular Norwegian names," she told me.
"My name - Kristanna - is pretty rare and unique."
"Well... you're a pretty rare and unique girl."
"Thank you," Kristanna smiled.
I hesitated - unsure whether or not to ask this - but
ultimately figured I would get a good answer. "If I was
born in Norway, dear, what would be a good name for me?"
"Oddmund," she replied, without hesitation.
"ODDMUND? What about a name for Devon?"
"Magdalena."
I laughed. "I'm sure Devon would LOVE being named
Magdalena. She would get her name legally changed."
"Norwegians would hate being named Devon, Pamela, Amy or
Trish. It all depends on where you come from, Jeremy. The
names I say to you now are all very popular in my country."
She paused and added, "Your name would be Oddmund, though,
because you are such an odd man." Kristanna laughed again...
"Alfhild would be a good name for you," I countered. "We
could call you ALF for short."
"That's not funny..." Kristanna told me.
I lunged forward and latched onto Kristanna's shoulders,
then pulled her up into a standing position with me. I
embraced her warmly and held her hand upon my own shoulder.
"I love you, sweetheart," I reiterated, laughing. "I could
just sit and talk with you from now until the end of time,
and be happy. I really, honestly mean that. No matter what,
you always bring a smile to my face."
"I like making other people laugh," Kristanna commented.
"Especially you and Devon. I'm always teasing both of you."
The 23-year-old squealed as I suddenly swept her up into
my arms. Kristanna hooked her left arm around my neck and
shoulder, then held on tight as I carried her over toward
the large, comfortable sofa. It was a scene reminiscent of
both of my wedding nights with Devon and Kristanna.
"I'm not finished with you yet," I said, laying her down
across the plush sofa cushions. I deftly slid my right hand
between her thighs and tenderly massaged her little pussy
with a pair of extended fingers. I then made eye contact
with Kristanna and asked, "Do you know how much I love you?"
"Not as much as I love you."
I smiled at her heartfelt response while dropping to one
knee. My fingers still twiddling away upon her pussy, I
took a long, deep breath and simply stared at Kristanna for
several seconds. God, she was beautiful. That constant
smile upon my wife's face only made her even more attractive
in my eyes. But Kristanna's personality was the clincher.
She was such a charismatic and warm-hearted type of person.
It was an honor for me to call myself Kristanna's husband.
I was momentarily startled, however, when there was a
noise from behind us. More specifically, it was the sound
of the main door to the library opening up. My instant
reaction was to turn and see who was there.
"Am I... interrupting anything here?" Amy asked, an even
mixture of curiosity and trepidation upon her lovely face.
The voluptuous red-head, who was dressed in a half t-shirt
and a saucy mini-skirt (of course), took a tentative step
into the library and smiled warmly at us.
"You could never interrupt us," Kristanna answered, her
gaze now fixated upon Amy. "Don't be silly!"
"Jeremy?" Amy asked, seeking confirmation from me in a
truly submissive tone. I enjoyed this Master business...
"Kristanna is right," I replied, eyeing Amy from head to
toe. "You could never interrupt us - no matter what."
"Oh," Amy smiled, stepping closer. "In that case..."
As usual, Amy looked scrumptious in her little mini-skirt.
Today the mini-skirt she wore was made out of faded denim.
My insides ached at the mere sight of her in it.
"What brings you to the library?" I asked her. "Finding
Kristanna here is one thing, but you're something different."
"I didn't even know you knew how to read!" Kristanna
squealed at Amy (only kidding her, of course).
Amy shot her a playful look. "I was walking by and heard
some voices coming from in here. Where is everyone today?"
"Devon, Pamela and Trish went on a hike and a picnic," I
told her. "Britney is sick - laying in bed, I presume."
"And Sarah is with her," Kristanna chimed in. "She wants
to take care of Britney and lead her back to health. She's
not in bed with her, but is looking after her."
"It seems much more quiet around here now that Lindsay
and Stephanie are gone," Amy observed. "Gabrielle too, I
guess. But I never really missed her."
"As long as we have each other, I don't care how quiet it
gets," Kristanna countered, eyeing Amy. "You, me, Jeremy,
Devon and maybe Pamela. Everyone else is a luxury. The
people who are closest to me are the ones who really matter.
Trish, Sarah and Britney are nice, but they will be leaving
sooner rather than later. I'm fully prepared for that."
"I guess it was pretty quiet before everyone came to
visit the island," Amy said, looking at Kristanna. "It was
just you, Jeremy and Devon. A big island like this..."
Kristanna glanced at me for an instant, giggled, then
re-focused upon Amy. "Oh... we kept ourselves busy."
"That's how the three of us became so close, so quick," I
offered. "We relied on each other. There was no one else
around. We went nearly two months without seeing another
person. That can bring you close in a hurry."
"I guess it could," Amy nodded.
"Correction," I mused. "We saw the guys on the supply
boat once a week. But they don't count."
"No, they don't," Kristanna agreed.
I looked at Kristanna and mused, "That's another reason
why I want all of us to re-enter society. I am used to
living like this because I have done it for so long. But I
don't want you and Devon to get like me that way. And it's
high time that I go back into the real world, too."
"I want whatever you and Devon want," Kristanna commented,
which brought a definite smile to my face. "I will live in
Afghanistan with the two of you if you want me to."
"Try Norway," I told her, still grinning. "We're going
to move and settle there so you can be close to your family."
I then turned my attention toward Amy. "Why don't you come
over here like a good submissive, and put your mouth to use?"
Amy immediately nodded her head and cast her green eyes
downward, then trudged her way over to us. She dropped to
her knees before me and began tugging away at both my belt
and my shorts. I held up a finger, however, and waved it
about in a negative manner. Amy looked at me quizzically.
"I don't want you to use your mouth on me," I told her,
before pointing over at Kristanna. With her dress hiked up
beyond her waist once again, I motioned toward Kristanna's
pussy as she lay on the sofa. "Use your mouth on that."
"Oh..." Amy smiled, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Why don't you girls get down on the floor?" I suggested.
"We'll have much more space to move about."
Even before I finished that last sentence, Kristanna had
dropped to the floor and then rolled onto her back. Her
thighs spread and knees high in the air, she offered Amy an
anxious expression while lifting her dress even higher.
Clutching its hemline near her breasts, it was obvious that
Kristanna wanted Amy to orally service her.
Thus, I gave Amy a hard swat on the ass. "Get to work."
The 28-year-old nodded her head at me, then positioned
herself between Kristanna's inviting thighs. She began to
lap away upon that tasty, delicious pussy, which sent my
sweetheart's body into a squirming fit.
I smiled and watched the action unfold before me for
several seconds before deciding to interject myself. I
dropped down and roughly massaged Amy's ass with my right
hand, which she seemed to enjoy. Perched upon her elbows
and knees between Kristanna's thighs, Amy's denim mini-skirt
was riding high upon her ass. I could easily tell she was
not wearing any panties. Of course, Amy was not allowed to.
I maneuvered myself about until I was situated upon my
knees directly behind Kristanna's head as she squirmed and
writhed about in response to Amy's oral ministrations upon
the floor. It was time for me to get rid of that dress.
The flower print dress was pretty, but needed to go.
Remembering that she has that horrible cast upon her
right arm, I treated Kristanna with kid gloves as I lifted
the hem of her dress above her head, then gently pulled the
entire garment off. Now clad in just a beige-colored satin
bra, Kristanna smiled up at me as I squeezed both of her firm
breasts through it. I then yanked the bra off.
I moved in even closer behind Kristanna, which allowed
her to use my lap as a pillow. She cradled her head there
as I grasped her breasts with my hands and started to work
them over yet again. I then focused upon Amy, whose tongue
was like a buzzsaw as it probed Kristanna's tender pussy. I
smiled at the sight as the Norwegian goddess continued to
churn and vibrate about in response to what Amy and I were
both doing to her pussy and breasts, respectively.
When I brought my left hand upward to caress Kristanna's
chin, she quickly sucked my index finger into her mouth and
began to nibble away upon it. Her eyes locked upon me, she
worked my finger over as if it were a real cock. I leaned
over and kissed her on the forehead for the oral handiwork.
Once Kristanna let out a sharp, agitated sigh, however, I
quickly withdrew my index finger from her beautiful mouth.
Amy was bringing Kristanna precariously close to an orgasm,
and I wanted her to enjoy it completely.
Amy was so into feasting away upon Kristanna's pussy that
sounds of great hunger were actually emanating from within
her throat as her velvety tongue continued to busily slurp
away. Kristanna's entire body seemed to tense up in total
arousal, then she squeezed her thighs tightly around Amy's
head and arched her back high off the floor. An instant
later, she growled out in the midst of an orgasmic eruption.
Smiling, I continued to stroke her heavenly breasts as her
body now shook and vibrated beneath me in the sensations.
I enjoyed the sight of Kristanna experiencing such intense
pleasure. It gave me a tremendous amount of satisfaction.
When she finally withdrew herself from between my wife's
thighs, Amy's face was completely saturated with pussy juice.
I crooked a finger and motioned for her to come to me, and
she did. I quickly took Amy into my arms and kissed her
with mad passion. The pleasure from it was doubled because
not only was I kissing her, but I also got to luxuriate in
the taste of Kristanna's orgasmic release.
"Let me thank her," Kristanna commented, latching onto
Amy's shoulder and then gently pulling her away from me. I
looked on and nodded my head in approval as Kristanna then
shared a passionate lip-lock of her own with Amy. She even
reached out and squeezed that plump, round ass, which was
still barely concealed by the sexy, little mini-skirt.
Once their mutual kiss reached its end, Kristanna giggled
and whispered something into Amy's ear while looking at me.
Before I was aware of what was happening next, both ladies
were on their knees before me - and tugging at both my belt
and shorts. Kristanna unlooped my belt while Amy pulled my
shorts and briefs downward. I stepped out of them and an
instant later, they were paying erotic homage to my cock.
I sighed and moaned in undeniable lust as Kristanna's
blonde head bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection, her lips
sealed tightly around it. Amy kept busy by gripping the
base of my shaft with her hand and stroking it, while also
licking and teasing my testicles with her skilled tongue.
This continued until Amy kissed Kristanna on the cheek,
which caused her to look the red-head's way. The pair of
ladies must have communicated with their eyes, because
Kristanna withdrew my cock from her mouth and immediately
offered it to Amy without a word exchanged between them.
Amy quickly latched her mouth around my shaft, her head
starting to bounce back-and-forth in a frenzied motion.
Now it was Kristanna's turn to stroke the base of my
shaft with her left hand as she licked and swiped away at
my testicles with her tongue. She even managed to plant a
couple of quick kisses upon Amy's forehead and face.
Soon, I tossed my head back and growled in total desire
as Amy hungrily sucked and slurped away upon my erection.
Others may come close, but no one could bring me as much
pleasure with their mouth as Amy could. She was, for lack
of a better term, a true tactician when it came to oral sex.
On the other hand, of course, this slut had sucked so many
cocks in her lifetime that she should be very adept at it.
My nickname for her was "B.J." for a reason...
Amy withdrew my shaft from her mouth but still allowed
Kristanna to grip its base. Then, Amy began to swipe its
full length in the open air - much like it was a lollipop.
I growled out like a madman while witnessing this, as her
sparkling green eyes were focused and trained upon my face.
Those eyes of hers were so pretty...
With Amy's heated lollipop-licking motion in full swing,
Kristanna fastened her little mouth upon the very tip of my
cock. My body began to vibrate as Kristanna sucked on the
head of my shaft, while Amy licked away at it from the side.
In the process, both ladies managed to swipe their tongues
together on more than one occasion. I was extremely close
to an orgasm. It promised to be quite a powerful one, too.
When Kristanna removed her hand from the base of my cock,
Amy engulfed its entire length into her mouth and began to
demonstrate her deep-throat skills. Sensations swirled
throughout my entire body - right down to my very core - as
the head of my erection was lodged somewhere deep within her
throat. I reached down and placed my hand upon the side of
Amy's head, gently stroking and caressing it as well. She
was a truly incredible, gorgeous woman...
Once Amy made eye contact with me, something inside my
body snapped, and I simply lost control of myself. I roared
out my passion with a thundering scream as I deposited a
thick, heavy helping of fresh sperm directly into Amy's
hungry mouth. Much to her credit, not even a single drop
escaped. She kept her lips sealed tightly around my shaft
and guzzled every last ounce of sperm down her greedy throat.
Amy forever BELONGED on her knees in front of me...
After the delirious ecstasy of my orgasm had reached its
apex and then finally simmered down, Amy finally released my
cock from within her mouth. An instant later, however, her
whole body jerked in a mixture of shock and pure delight as
Kristanna gave her ass a hard swat with her left hand.
Obviously not expecting such treatment, Amy then gasped
and yelped as she quickly turned her head to look back at
Kristanna. She smacked that ass again and grinned with an
uncharacteristic, wicked gleam in her eyes. "When was the
last time you were spanked, Amy?"
My submissive gulped her throat and again cast her eyes
downward. "This morning... by Jeremy."
"Get on your hands and knees," Kristanna told her. "I
think it's time that you're due for another spanking." Amy
did as instructed, but soon her eyes grew wide as Kristanna
picked up the belt I had on earlier and inspected it.
"You... you're going to whip me?" Amy asked, a hopeful
expression upon her charming face. "Oh God..."
Kristanna grinned as she doubled the buckle-end of the
belt around her left hand and wrist. "Do you deserve one,
Amy? Do you deserve to be whipped?"
"Yes I do," Amy replied, turning her head and looking
away. Just like that... she had fallen into full submissive
mode. I was getting the sense that whenever anyone treated
Amy with dominant words or actions, she would simply curl up
and lose all of her defenses. I still did not understand
that particular trait, but I definitely was not complaining.
"Pull your mini-skirt above your waist," Kristanna said.
"Yes, Mistress," Amy immediately complied. Mistress?
WHACK!
Amy screamed in a mixture of erotic pain and pleasure as
Kristanna first drew her left arm back, then swung forward
and swished the belt through the air... it's end landing
directly upon the nymphomaniac's rounded, upturned ass. She
brought the belt back once again, then swung forward and
landed another perfect blow. This was pure entertainment...
"OH FUCK!" Amy screamed, rolling her head. "THAT HURTS!"
"Jeremy says you like the hurt," Kristanna murmured, her
voice soft and sensuous. "It turns you on... to be whipped
hard - like a nasty, little slut." Kristanna belted her ass
again, causing Amy to whimper and cry in forbidden arousal.
"Are you a nasty, little slut? Tell me."
"Yes, I'm a nasty, little slut," Amy admitted, tears in
her eyes. "Oh wow... pl-please... whip me some more. And
do it harder. Do it much harder!"
Kristanna smirked while shaking her head. A moment later,
however, she landed another stinging blow upon Amy's ass.
Then another... and another... and another...
Meanwhile, I had taken a seat on the aforementioned sofa
and was enjoying the show as Kristanna administered a harsh
brand of discipline to Amy's naughty ass. This was nothing
new for me, mind you. I had watched Kristanna both spank
and whip Devon a countless number of times in the past. But
with Devon now pregnant, perhaps Kristanna would choose to
take that aggression out on Amy until the baby was born. I
am quite certain that Amy would welcome that aggression...
By now, Amy had been reduced to total tears as her ass
was a bright, dark shade of red. Standing over her, it
seemed as if Kristanna felt a surge of power within herself.
I could tell that using my leather belt upon Amy in such a
manner was very exciting to her. It was for me, too.
Feeling as though Amy had experienced enough (for now),
Kristanna dropped the belt and then knelt down beside the
quivering red-head. Amy quickly snapped her head up and
looked back at Kristanna with hot, brazen lust in her eyes.
"How does that ass feel now, baby?" Kristanna sneered.
For a moment, it appeared as if Amy was about to go back
to her old ways. The look upon her face told me that she
wanted to pounce on Kristanna and rip her apart.
When Amy made eye contact with me, however, those feelings
seemed to quickly fade away. I had made it perfectly clear
to Amy that she was to dominate NO ONE from now on. The last
thing she wanted, of course, was to disobey her Master.
Kristanna smiled and brought Amy into her embrace, then
offered her another very intensive, deep-rooted kiss. She
also managed to slip Amy's half t-shirt up and over her head,
exposing those large, luscious breasts. Kristanna latched
onto one with her left hand and squeezed it thoroughly.
I was stroking my half-hard cock toward another erection
as I stared at the luscious sight before me - two beautiful
women, naked on the floor and obviously eager for some more
action. I dropped to one knee beside Kristanna and massaged
her firm, tight ass, while also running my finger over and
across her soaked pussy. Kristanna broke her kiss with Amy,
then shook her ass and begged, "Fuck me, Jeremy. Fuck me!"
With that invitation, I gripped my shaft and guided it
into the intoxicating confines of Kristanna's pussy in the
doggie-style position. Kristanna sighed in approval as I
began to forcefully thrust myself in-and-out of her.
When Amy positioned herself just in front of Kristanna
upon the floor and even spread her thighs far apart, my wife
lunged forward and buried her lips deep inside that pussy.
"Oh yes... lick my pussy, baby!" Amy encouraged, full of
lust. She cupped her own breasts, pinching and squeezing
her nipples, as Kristanna serviced her orally. Meanwhile,
I continually hammered myself into Kristanna from behind.
When my erection slipped out of her pussy, Kristanna used
the opportunity to move up on Amy's body. Now, both ladies
were laying face-to-face and breast-to-breast as I shoved my
cock into Kristanna from behind once again. As I resumed my
thrusting motion, Kristanna extended her tongue and kissed
Amy hard. "God, yes! Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me!"
The pair of goddesses kissed one another with mad passion
as I knelt on the floor behind them. I spread Kristanna's
knees on either side of Amy's waist and filled her pussy
once again. I drilled Kristanna with all of my might as she
and Amy continued forward with their series of heated kisses.
"I want Amy now," I growled, completely out of the blue,
while pulling myself from Kristanna. She quickly moved away
from Amy, who sat up and was immediately greeted by my hard,
throbbing cock as I jammed it deep into her throat.
Aroused beyond any and all reason, I even made Amy gag as
I pushed the full length of my erection into her sweet mouth.
I enjoyed it so much the first time, I thought to myself,
that I wanted to do it again. Amy quickly adjusted, though,
and soon was greedily slurping away upon my cock yet again.
It wasn't all that often that one could make Amy gag...
It did not last for long, however.
I quickly withdrew my cock from Amy's mouth and then
grabbed Kristanna's ankles as she was now laying back-first
upon the floor. I spread her thighs far apart and had her
link her feet together behind my head. Her pussy exposed
and open for me, I leaned over and tasted its lush folds.
Kristanna was obviously in a state of unspeakable desire
as my lips and tongue eventually went to work upon her
clitoris. Soon, Amy faced me and squatted over Kristanna's
mouth. She sighed and moaned once Kristanna launched an
oral assault of her own. An instant later, I roared out and
then forced my erection into Kristanna's hot, moist pussy.
I held her ankles above my head and pounded the beautiful
blonde with a ferocity that I did not know even existed in
me. I simply pulverized her pussy with my cock, not being
one bit gentle or coy. I was too aroused for that.
On her knees, Amy was getting her pussy taken care of by
Kristanna as she was perched over her. Amy leaned forward
and kissed me on the lips. I hesitated for a moment, but
found her tongue with my own and continued to furiously
pound myself in-and-out of Kristanna with reckless abandon.
Amy broke the kiss with me only to scream out in release
as an orgasm consumed her body all at once - courtesy of
Kristanna's wonderful tongue. My submissive rubbed her
pussy upon Kristanna's face for several seconds, enjoying
the feel of orgasm. Eventually, Amy slid off and began to
slurp away upon Kristanna's breasts as I throttled her.
It wasn't too long before Kristanna screamed out in lust
and experienced an orgasm of her very own. Despite the fact
that I continued to drop the hammer upon Kristanna, Amy
immediately dove her face between the 23-year-old's thighs
and slurped up the juice which was flowing from her pussy.
I pulled out and moved back, stroking my full erection.
I was not finished with them. Not yet.
"Both of you... kneel next to each other - on your hands
and knees," I told them. Although drained from the force of
her orgasm, Kristanna obeyed and got onto her hands and
knees directly beside Amy upon the floor.
I moved in behind Amy and quickly jammed my cock into her
in the doggie-style position. I offered her ass a couple of
heavy-handed slaps, then pulled out and thrusted my erection
into Kristanna. I offered her a few powerful strokes while
reaching around her slender body, cupping and squeezing her
breasts. At the same time, Kristanna turned her head toward
Amy and the two ladies exchanged sloppy, wet kisses.
I pulled myself out of Kristanna and then inserted my
shaft into Amy once again. I began to thump away at her,
while spanking her whip-reddened ass some more.
"Fuck me, Jeremy!" Amy urged me. "Fuck me harder... give
it to me! Come on, give it to me! Harder!" Amy started to
thrust her hips against my pelvis as I drilled her. At the
same time, she continued to trade kisses with Kristanna.
With a groan, I pulled out of Amy and then stepped back.
"Both of you, turn around and take my cum," I demanded, my
voice full of dominance. The two women eagerly turned and
raised to their knees in front of me. They opened their
mouths - ready and willing to swallow my thick, gooey sperm.
I frigged my own shaft and then a moan emanated from deep
within my throat. A split-second later, I growled as a
blast of semen blasted out from within my erection and landed
on both of their faces, and in their hair. A second eruption
went into their eyes and even splattered onto their breasts.
Kristanna and Amy grasped my cock and sucked the remainder
of its juice out. Next, they turned toward one another and
shared another kiss. Kristanna licked the sperm off of Amy's
face and offered it to her, who sucked it from her tongue.
I collapsed onto the floor, but managed to roll onto my
back. I was completely spent. However, Kristanna and Amy
knelt on either side of me and continued to cleanse my cock
with their mouths. Once finished, they laid down on either
side of me and let out a series of content, satisfied sighs.
I wrapped an arm around each of them, and soon the three of
us were relaxing after our wondrous, passionate encounter.
"Who knew the library could be so exciting?" Amy breathed.
"You were wonderful, Valdemar!" Kristanna giggled.
I laughed and shook my head at her. "You're really asking
for it, Krissy. And you're going to get it. Real soon."
"Valdemar?" Amy asked, puzzled. "Who is Valdemar?"
Kristanna and I looked at each other, then laughed...
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