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IMPORTANT: This is the fourth story in the "Island Paradise"
series.  It is HIGHLY recommended that you read the original
three stories in the series first.  Doing so will give you a
much better understanding of everything, mainly because the
four main characters have already been very well established.

Story 1> "Island Paradise"
Story 2> "Island Paradise: Revisited"
Story 3> "Island Paradise: The Legacy"

You can find all three of these stories on the Internet at:

http://www.eroticstories.com
http://storiesonline.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/

Happy reading!
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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 1 of 25  :  Revised!
--> M/F, F/F and just about everything else
  --> Author: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
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   "I believe that there are maybe two or three people in a
person's life, Jeremy, that when they see them for the first
time, the only thought that comes to their mind is WOW.  I
felt that way about you when we first met, Jeremy.  To be
totally honest, I've only felt that way about one other
person in my entire life.  That was back in high school -
his name was Jeff - and it was a very, very long time ago."
   Devon paused and smiled, then continued, "I seen you at
the airport that first day, Jeremy, and I was just blown
away.  I mean, completely blown away.  Again, honestly - I
was so much in love with you from that very first moment."
   "For whatever reason, I had this sense about you.  It
wasn't because of the way you looked, either.  Rather, I saw
you as someone who was extremely nice and caring; very loving
and peaceful.  You were the perfect man for me, Jeremy.  I
knew this even before you and I said one word to each other."
   "But you know what?" Devon went on, grinning at me.  "You
turned out to be even BETTER than perfect for me, Jeremy.  I
learned that over the course of time.  I couldn't believe it.
You're so generous and thoughtful.  You do good, ultra-nice
things for others like it is nothing.  And you're so very
understanding.  You're everything I've ever wanted in a man."
   "Never before did I ever believe that I would find a man,
or even a woman, who I felt this strongly about.  But you
turned out to be that person, Jeremy - moreso than Jeff, or
even Lindsay and Amy."  After taking a deep breath, Devon
smiled warmly and added, "You're my universe, Jeremy.  I'd
do anything for you.  I love you more than you'll ever know."

   It was not too often that I found myself this way, but I
was speechless.  Devon's powerful words had blindsided me.

   Although one of my three wives - along with Lindsay and
Amy - I never expected to hear something so poignant and
moving from Devon when I asked her moments ago what exactly
it was that first raised her interest in me.  For a long
time, I have wondered what the answer to that question was.
   Ever since we first met one another last December, I knew
that Devon was strongly attracted to me.  The level of which
she displayed, though indirect at first, seemed more powerful
than even the way my first wife, Pamela, felt about me.
   But what exactly did Devon see which made her have these
thoughts about me?  Certainly, I did not consider myself a
fabulously handsome man.  I really looked at myself as just
a simple, ordinary guy.  Why would someone so beautiful and
charming feel this way even before saying a word to me?  It
did not seem to make a lot of sense.
   Devon was more gorgeous than any woman had a right to be.
She was a petite, little thing at 5-foot-3 and 95 pounds,
but had a truly voluptuous figure which was built for sin.
With ripe, luscious breasts and the face of a cover-girl,
Devon was what most normal men (such as myself) usually
could only fantasize about.  She was all that - and more.
   What made Devon even more appealing was the simple fact
that she was one of the nicest, most friendly people I ever
had the pleasure of coming across in my entire life.  Devon
was a total sweetheart.  She was very easy-going and
personable, and had a heart of pure, solid gold.  Unless
truly provoked, I felt as though the enchantress was simply
incapable of saying anything negative, or hurtful.
   It is extremely rare that a woman as beautiful as Devon
also has these kind of inner qualities.  She was just so
sweet and friendly - and obviously, very loving.  Why would
a woman such as this become so attached to a man like me, so
quickly?  Finally, it looked as though I had an answer.
   "I'm sorry if my words made you feel uncomfortable," the
25-year-old frowned, her eyes wide as she stared at me.  "I
think I may have said too much; went too far."
   "No," I finally said after several seconds of silence,
shaking my head.  "No Devon, not at all.  You're my wife.
You can say anything to me.  It's just... it's just I never
expected to hear something so very... powerful, from you.
Or anyone else, for that matter.  That... it was the nicest
thing anyone has ever said to me."
   Devon's face lit up with happiness as she reiterated, "I
was just being honest, Jeremy.  You asked me why I liked you
so much at first.  That's the reason.  The first time I saw
you, the only thought that came to my mind was WOW."
   Blushing, I offered her a tender smile of my own.  "I...
jeeze, Devon.  I... that was very, very nice.  I... I don't
even know what to say in response to it."
   The blonde tilted her head to the side and asked, "Are
you sure I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, Jeremy?  I
didn't mean to if I did.  I know it was very forward of me
to say that, but again, I was just being totally honest."
   "Come here," I told Devon, embracing her wondrous body
with both arms and pulling her tight against me.  Emotions
swirled throughout me as I hugged Devon fiercely, my right
hand now clutching the back of her head.  "You didn't make
me feel uncomfortable, sweetheart.  I was just... shocked,
to hear something like that.  I know you love me, but maybe
I didn't realize just how much until right now."
   Devon pulled away from our embrace and smiled sweetly at
me.  "It took you awhile, Jeremy, to develop feelings of
love and devotion for me.  I know that.  You were still with
Pamela back then, and Lindsay was already a very important
part of your life.  I was the newcomer; the outsider.  I had
to work my way in.  But it was well worth the wait."
   "Your wait wasn't THAT long," I smiled.  "I was crazy
about you from the very beginning, too.  But my thoughts
were purely physical.  Once I got to sit down and talk with
you, though, I quickly fell in love with you too, Devon."
   "That was a good week or two after we first met," she
mused.  "But I didn't feel confident that you and I had a
real future until Pamela and Trish left after Christmas,
and you invited me to stay on the island with you and
Lindsay while sending everyone else back home.  Doing that
told me that you definitely wanted me in your life."
   Devon paused and added, "My feelings for you really
started to grow and multiply then.  Eventually, they were
spiraling out of control.  I love you so very much, Jeremy.
As I said, you'll never really know just HOW much.  I could
never convey it.  I also love Lindsay with all of my heart.
I'm in the process of reaching that point with Amy, too.
But you, Jeremy - you're my everything.  You're my center.
I love you.  I want you.  I need you so very much."
   After a short pause, I shook my head and laughed softly.
"You're gonna make me cry here in a minute, sweetheart.  I
never even dreamed someone could say such things about me.
Look at all those years I was alone here on the island.  I
felt so empty and useless, thinking I would spend the rest
of my days in what was basically solitary confinement.  Yet,
you were out there in the world, Devon - in Pennsylvania -
waiting for me to find you.  My only regret is that it took
so long.  I wish I knew you in high school, or even earlier.
Heck, I wish I knew you in pre-school."
   "Can I be honest again with you, Jeremy?" Devon grinned.
   "Of course you can, sweetheart.  Tell me anything."
   "Lindsay and Amy feel the exact same way about you," she
replied, which brought a smile to my face.  "I've talked to
them many, many times about it.  All three of us love you
more than anything, Jeremy.  We can say that everyday - and
we do - but you'll never know how much we mean it.  Lindsay,
Amy and I, we know how lucky and fortunate we are.  You've
given us more than any of us deserve.  Yet, you keep giving."
   "We live in a beautiful mansion on a beautiful island.
It's a tropical paradise.  We don't have to work.  You don't
expect us to lift a finger that way, although we do our fair
share of chores around the island because we feel it is only
right.  You feed us only the healthiest foods, regardless of
price, and shower us with gifts and presents.  None of us
expect that from you, or really even want it, but you always
insist.  Jewelry, clothes, antiques, toys - everything.  You
take us on long vacations all over the world.  And all you
ever ask of us is to be ourselves.  We're so lucky, Jeremy."
   I paused and gently told her, "I do all those things,
Devon, because it makes me happy to see you girls happy.
We're all a big family now.  We're in a four-way marriage
with Lindsay and Amy.  Families do things for each other.  I
like to think that Kristanna is part of our family now, too."
   "None of us ever expected to be in such a unique family,"
Devon offered, grinning.  "At least for me, I thought I'd
live in a nice house with a white picket fence around it.  I
would have my husband, my kids and be happy.  But I would
have to work 40 hours a week to help make ends meet.  Surely,
I never even imagined of living on an island paradise.  Look
at this place, Jeremy, the island - itself.  It's Heaven.
But it's even better than that, because you're here with us."

   Oh my...

   "I never want to live anywhere else," Devon went on.  "I
don't care if we're sheltered from the rest of society, all
these miles off the coast of Peru.  There are bad people in
society.  I'm perfectly fine where I'm at.  I love it here!"
   My attention was momentarily diverted as Lindsay, the
sultry blonde who was one of my three wives, appeared from
around the corner of the mansion.  She noticed me as well,
as Devon and I were lounging at the table on the patio.
   Lindsay offered me a grin and placed a finger to her nose,
telling me to keep quiet as she used her other hand to motion
toward Devon.  I wondered what Lindsay was up to for a moment
or two, but then got a good idea as she grabbed the nearby
garden hose and slowly (i.e. quietly) turned its faucet on.
   "I've always wanted to say these things to you, Jeremy,
but I was never quite sure how you would react," Devon told
me, totally oblivious of the fact that Lindsay was sneaking
up behind her, a primed garden hose in hand.  "I guess some
people may take what I said - my true feelings - as too
much.  I've always been a very honest and straightforward
kind of person.  I was just at the point where I felt that I
needed to say exactly how much I love you, Jeremy, and why."
   "I appreciate your honesty," I grinned, because of not
only her heartfelt words, but also the fact that Lindsay was
now standing directly behind Devon.  The 19-year-old offered
me a sly wink, then lifted the garden hose and aimed its
yellow nozzle at the back of Devon's blonde head.
   An instant later, Lindsay squeezed the trigger and Devon
screamed out in a mixture of surprise and fright as a heavy
blast of water assaulted her from behind.  Disoriented for a
moment, Devon threw her hands up and continued screaming,
while Lindsay giggled and yanked on the collar of Devon's
halter top.  Still laughing, Lindsay jammed the hose down
the back of Devon's top, its thick spray drenching her.
   "WHY, YOU!" Devon hissed as she quickly turned around and
realized that Lindsay was the perpetrator here.  She rose up
to her feet, which caused Lindsay, giggling up a storm, to
drop the hose and run out onto the lawn.  "I'm gonna get
you!" Devon roared, her eyes flashing, as she went chasing
after Lindsay like a bolt of lightning.
   Sipping a glass of orange juice at the patio table, I
smiled as Devon tackled Lindsay from behind as if the two
were playing football.  She rolled Lindsay beneath her and
pinned her shoulders there, not allowing her up.  Lindsay
immediately responded to that by wrapping both of her legs
around Devon's lower back, her laughter music to my ears.
   "What do you think you are doing?" Devon demanded, her
eyes focused as she glared down at her younger wife, her
luscious body drenched with water.  "That wasn't very nice!"
   "You deserved it!" Lindsay sneered in response, obviously
unable to control her laughter.  "I got you back for that
prank you pulled on me last week!  You put that white powder,
or whatever it was, in my panties when I was in the shower!"
   "The itching powder?" Devon snickered, her mood suddenly
jovial.  "That was an entertaining hour or two."
   "That was mean!" Lindsay replied, still unable to harness
her giggling fit.  The practical joke that Devon pulled on
her last week was not funny to her then, but Lindsay could
look back now and laugh about it.
   "You don't get revenge on me without paying for it," Devon
warned Lindsay, but with a playful glint in her eyes.  She
turned toward me and asked, "Jeremy, could you bring me the
water hose?"  Devon placed both of her knees upon Lindsay's
shoulders, pinning her even more to the ground.  "I think our
little whore of a wife here needs a spray-down of her own."
   "You wouldn't..." Lindsay gushed, her eyes wide.
   "You better believe I would," Devon countered, nodding
her head for emphasis, before glancing at me once again.
"Bring me the hose, Jeremy."

   I nodded my head, but had a different idea in mind.

   "You're gonna pay!" Devon teased Lindsay, as I rose up
from the patio chair and retrieved the aforementioned hose.
Holding it by its nozzle, I slowly made my way over to the
pair of ladies.  Flat on her back, Lindsay was struggling
to break free, but to no avail.  Using her knees, Devon had
the little vixen's shoulders squarely pinned to the ground.
   As I got closer, I was momentarily stunned by the sight
of Devon's orange-colored halter top.  Not only was the
garment completely soaked (like the rest of her body), but
it clung to her large, heavenly breasts in a mouth-watering
way.  As a result, her lush nipples were clearly outlined
underneath the wet, clingy fabric.  The mere sight was
enough to give me a full, instant erection.
   With a smile upon her face, Devon turned her head toward
me and extended her arm, fully expecting me to give her the
green hose.  I made a motion to do so, but pulled back at
the very last second and promptly squeezed its nozzle, thus
dousing both ladies with an onslaught of water.
   Lindsay and Devon squealed and yelped as they disengaged
from one another and rolled around upon the grass, obviously
neither expecting me to turn the tables on them quite like
this.  I had a good time, however, making sure that both of
them were sprayed from head to toe, particularly their faces.
   It was a struggle, but Devon was the first to make it to
her feet.  She let out a frustrated growl, then started
running right at me.  Laughing, I dropped the hose and
sprinted away in the opposite direction.  "JEREMY!" Devon
yelled, her voice tinted with mock anger, "COME BACK HERE!"
   "GET HIM!" Lindsay roared as she quickly rose to her feet
and joined Devon in the chase after me.  Too fast for either
of the girls, I high-tailed it into the nearby forest, unable
to control my laughter, with a big smile upon my face.

   I just loved fooling around with my wives like this.

                           * * *

   After Lindsay and I were married in a beautiful, lavish
ceremony on July 29th in front of friends and family in our
original hometown of Cincinnati, we went on a three-week
honeymoon to the Cayman Islands.  Of course, Devon and Amy
went along for the honeymoon, too.  It turned out to be three
of the most pleasurable weeks of my entire life.  All four of
us did a ton of sightseeing, lounged on the beach for hours
on end and had mind-blowing sex nearly every night.
   Immediately upon returning home - here, to the island -
Devon and Amy joined Lindsay and I in a private wedding
which united all four of us together in holy matrimony.  I
never thought much about polygamy (the practice of having
multiple spouses) until Devon suggested it to Lindsay and
yours truly this past summer.  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, is the country nearest to us.  But
the island is located well outside of its jurisdiction.
   Over the summer, I had my heart set on marrying Lindsay,
but Devon seemed to have different ideas.  For a long time,
she thought if there was to be a marriage, it would be
between her and I.  The way Devon saw it, Lindsay would be
our "plaything" - as the teen was during my brief marriage
to Pamela last year.  Unfortunately for her, Devon was wrong.
   Lindsay and I saw her more along the lines of the eventual
"plaything", simply because we were so much in love together.
The main problem was that Devon was totally oblivious to
this, and I was very fearful of hurting her feelings because
she seemed intent on someday marrying me.  Thus, I found it
virtually impossible to actually tell Devon that I planned
to marry Lindsay.  It would surely break her heart.
   Everything that happened between Lindsay, Devon and
myself once the truth was out - the heated arguments, the
crying and the eventual resolution (a three-way marriage) -
was chronicled in the last story.  So instead of revisiting
it here, let's move along a bit further into the future.
   On my wedding night with Lindsay, Devon suggested that
Amy also join our marriage - thus making it a four-way
union.  The idea came out of left field, so to speak, but
it made perfect sense.  Since Amy had recently decided to
devote the rest of her life to us, why shouldn't she be a
part of our marriage?  Lindsay and I loved her very much,
and the feelings were mutual.  As for Amy's relationship
with Devon, something special was developing between them.
They weren't there quite yet, but I got the sense that one
day, their love for each other would be unconditional.
   Devon and Amy joined Lindsay and I in wedded bliss during
a private ceremony on August 21st.  With another wedding, we
felt that it was only fitting that all four of us go on a
second honeymoon.  The ladies and I decided on Anguilla, a
secluded island resort located in the Caribbean.

   At the cost of $2,995 per day, the four of us rented the
grand villa at Anguilla's most luxurious hotel resort for an
entire month.  During that time, we must have sampled every
single thing that the little, 35-sqaure-mile island had to
offer, including restaurants, recreation spots and nightlife.
Of course, Lindsay, Devon, Amy and yours truly had our share
of mind-blowing sex during this particular honeymoon, too.
   During our first week at the resort, Lindsay and Amy
forgot to put the "do not disturb" sign on the door one
afternoon and as a result, found a new friend.
   One of the villa's maids, Kristanna, was doing her job
and happened upon Lindsay and Amy that fateful afternoon
when both of them were engaged in sexual bliss.  A Norwegian
born-and-bred 22-year-old, Kristanna was equally shocked and
mortified that she had intruded upon such a private moment
between guests in her employer's most expensive, profitable
villa.  Not only did Kristanna ask for complete forgiveness,
but she begged Lindsay and Amy not to tell her boss because
it would surely mean that she would lose her job.
   One thing led to another, as could be expected, and soon
Lindsay and Amy had charmed Kristanna into joining them upon
the spacious, comfortable bed.  The wife-and-wife couple
teamed up on Kristanna, so to speak, and gave her the best
series of orgasms she had ever experienced in her young life.
   Their time together that memorable day only came to an end
that evening, once Devon and I returned from our hiking trip.
Kristanna felt horribly embarrassed once again, and wondered
if her boss here at the resort knew what she had been up to.
She ran out of our villa, possibly to never be seen again.
   But the following day, Kristanna was back and still
serving as our primary housekeeper.  With Devon and I also
present, Kristanna told Lindsay and Amy that they had done
things to her body the day before that she had never even
dreamed possible.  Kristanna wondered if they could get
together again, but only after her work shift was over.
Lindsay and Amy agreed that they could, but only if Devon
and I joined the fun, too.  Kristanna had no complaints.
   What transpired was one of the most incredible nights of
my entire life.  Not only did I get to experience my three
new brides at the same time, but there was also Kristanna,
the sexually curious, yet ravenous blonde bombshell with the
body of a runway model.  Thus, a new friendship was born.
   Kristanna would serve as our professional, businesslike
housekeeper during the day, but when her shift was over, she
would often return to our private villa and join us for some
wild bouts of group sex that sometimes lasted until the next
morning.  She got quite close with us rather quickly.
   As our honeymoon reached its final days, my three wives
and I were so comfortable with Kristanna that we invited her
to come back to our own private island with us.  I told her
that we were in search of a new maid, since Louisa retired
and both Jessica and Malana (our most recent housekeeper)
failed to work out.  I offered Kristanna $2,000 per day to
serve as our maid back home.
   There was no way she could refuse, not just because of
the money, but also the fact that Kristanna could further
explore her emerging sexuality with us.  Thus, she quit her
job at the Anguilla resort and went home with Lindsay,
Devon, Amy and yours truly to our own island.

                           * * *

   With layers of clouds trickled here and there, the sky
surrounding the setting sun on this breezy October evening
was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange as I shared a
scrumptious dinner (prepared by Kristanna) at the outdoor
picnic area with my three wives and our Norwegian maid.

   Anyone would be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful,
picturesque location in the entire world than the island
where all of us resided.  Located several miles off the
coast of Peru, the island was literally a virgin territory.
With the exception of the large mansion, outdoor recreation
area, horse stables and narrow access roads which encircled
it, the island was literally the same as God had created it.
That, of course, was a good thing.
   The island was such a quiet and tranquil setting; it was
shielded from the rest of the world, and the bad which went
along with it.  The main priority I had in my life with
Lindsay, Devon and Amy, as well as Kristanna, was that all
of us have fun and enjoy our lives together everyday.  Where
all of us lived had a big thing to do with that.
   Everyone who had come through my little corner of paradise
over the past six years fell in love with the dramatic views,
the tropical fusion of stars at night and the chance to be
alone with the elements.  Here one could find palm-fringed
blue lagoons, a lush rain forest, hidden gardens, cascading
waterfalls and a wild river running between two canyons.
And those beautiful beaches - with gold, black, green and
red sands - were caressed by an endless, peaceful surf.
   The putt-putt golf course, located in the recreation area
next to the mansion, had a intricate (and very unique) design
which appealed to even novice players such as Kristanna and
Amy.  Other ways to find alternative entertainment was to go
horseback riding in the forest, scuba diving off the coast,
or by taking the Jeep for the day and paving your own course
throughout the wilderness.  Indeed, this island was paradise.

   On this fine evening, Kristanna had prepared a country
ham and corn casserole for all of us, along with a side of
pumpkin bread and biscuits.  As could be expected, everyone
was enjoying their meal and had nothing but good things to
say about Kristanna's cooking.  She wasn't quite up to the
standard that Louisa or Jessica had set before her in terms
of meal quality, but Kristanna was constantly getting better.
   "Did Jeremy really spray the two of you with a garden
hose?" Amy asked, her gaze focused upon Lindsay and Devon,
as all of us, Kristanna included, were seated at the picnic
area outside the mansion.
   "He sure did!" Lindsay chirped, offering me a mean, yet
playful glare.  "We'll get you back for it, too, buster."
   "Lindsay got me first, though," Devon said to Amy.  "I
was minding my own business when all of a sudden, BOOM - she
was hosing me.  I had no idea what was happening."
   "A hose can be quite a useful item during sex," Amy said,
a wicked gleam in her eyes.  "I made a porn movie once where
we had a lot of fun with hoses."
   "The scene where you and Stephanie, and all those other
actresses, were in the topless car-wash?" Lindsay confirmed.
   "More like the lesbian car-wash," Amy snickered, sipping a
glass of milk.  "I fucked Stephanie on top of that car's
hood, with a guy sitting inside, watching us, the whole time.
I kept telling the producer that it was not believable for
that guy to just sit there and whack off, without getting
out and joining us, or some of the other girls."
   "Jeremy whacks off and watches us like that," Lindsay
offered, which made my face flush red with embarrassment.
"But every now and then, he'll join in and give us what we
really need - a big, hard COCK."
   "I got some of that this morning," Kristanna smirked,
twirling her honey-blonde hair with a fingertip.  "When you
three girls were down at the beach, I was in the mansion
with Jeremy.  We had a good time."
   "You mean that Jeremy fucked you and I wasn't there to be
a part of it?" Lindsay asked, a small pout upon her face.
   "It wasn't so bad, 'Lins," Devon grinned.  "Remember, you
were busy fucking Amy and I on the beach."
   "That's true," the little blonde squealed, her spirits
suddenly high.  "It's good I brought that strap-on dildo."
   "Fucking your boss must be an on-the-job benefit," Amy
said to Kristanna, a nasty glint in her eyes.  "I know if I
worked, I would love to fuck my boss, too."
   "You'd love to fuck anyone, Amy," Kristanna giggled.
   "Oh, and like, you wouldn't?" the red-head teased her.
   "Where are you and Jeremy going tomorrow evening?" Lindsay
asked the Norwegian.  "Have anything exciting planned?"
   "I was thinking of a nightclub in Lima," Kristanna said,
nodding her head.  "I was reading up on things to do in Peru
and it sounds like this one nightclub may interest me."
   "It's my turn to go to the mainland with Jeremy next
Friday night," Lindsay smiled.  "I'm not sure where I want
to go.  Amy says we should go to an adult movie theater, if
Lima has one, so all the other men there can fuck me."
   "That would be interesting," Devon snickered.
   "Sometimes I wish all of us could go to the mainland on
Friday nights, together," Amy offered.  "But it's good that
Jeremy takes turns with us - a different girl each week, in
going to Lima every Friday night."
   "We get some quality time with our wonderful husband that
way," Devon grinned.  "Best of all, alone."
   Lindsay looked at Devon and Amy, her tongue extended.
"Don't worry, girls.  We'll find plenty to do tomorrow
night.  We'll dig into our box of sex toys."
   "I'm gonna whip your naughty, little ass," Amy warned the
teen-ager, her tone fiendish.
   "I'll whip yours, too," Lindsay returned.
   "I'll whip BOTH of you," Devon offered, her gaze focused
upon the pair of heavenly beauties.
   "I think I have a reason to stay here tomorrow night," I
said, a big smile upon my face.  "Most definitely..."
   "Oh, no," Kristanna countered, shaking her head.  "You're
going to Lima with me, Jeremy.  You can always watch whatever
happens between those three with your voyeur room.  But it's
going to be MY night, tomorrow night."
   I certainly had no problems with that.  As I mentioned
earlier, Kristanna was a gorgeous blonde with the aura of a
runway model about her.  She was tall at 5-foot-11 and had a
pair of incredible, long legs, but was rail-thin at a mere
115 pounds.  With golden blonde hair, blue eyes and the same
type of innocent, wholesome appeal about her that attracted
me to Lindsay and Devon so much, Kristanna was a goddess.
   I have never been one to go out and enjoy the nightclub
scene, but tomorrow evening sure did look promising since I
would have Kristanna on my arm.  It would also provide me
with my first extended time alone with her since we first
met one another five weeks ago in Anguilla.  She was a very
easy-going and charming young lady to be around.  I was
really looking forward to having some time alone with her.

                           * * *

   Several hours later, I was lounging in the recreation room
along with Lindsay and Devon.  We would have preferred that
Amy and Kristanna were there with us as well, but those two
ladies had opted to go for a late-night stroll on the beach.
Still, I was enjoying myself.  It was always interesting to
listen to Lindsay and Devon tease one another with words.
   "I don't do anything wrong in ANYONE'S eyes!" Lindsay
squealed out, wrapping both arms around Devon's shoulders
and offering her a tender embrace.  "Nothing!"
   "I think you do plenty wrong," Devon countered, a big
grin upon her face.  "You're a horny little slut, Lindsay.
You'll do anything for a cock, or a pussy.  Girls like you
need to be punished, controlled - RE-HA-bilitated."
   "What's wrong with being a slut?" Lindsay asked, acting
coy.  "You're a slut too, Devon.  You go on and on about
what I did with Louisa.  At least I didn't fuck my boyfriend
in the high school auditorium, get caught by the principal
and get expelled for it like you did."
   Devon's mouth twitched with remorse as she said, "That's
wrong, Lindsay.  You shouldn't make jokes about that.  I was
expelled for three months because of that, graduated a year
late and to this day, my parents still hold that against me.
That's why I never want to see them again."
   "Oh, I'm sorry!" Lindsay squealed, embracing Devon even
tighter than before.  "I didn't mean anything by it - I was
just playing around with you.  I'm sorry, Devon.  I would
NEVER do anything to intentionally hurt or upset you!"

   I frowned as I looked at Lindsay and Devon in their shared
embrace.  Indeed, Lindsay did not mean anything negative by
her comment about what happened to Devon in high school.  But
still, she should not have brought that up.  It was something
that Devon did not enjoy being reminded of.  She told me the
whole story during her first week on the island last year, but
it was such a sensitive subject, I never brought it up again.
   Devon's parents were so ashamed of her for getting caught
having sex in the high school auditorium with her boyfriend
that they basically shut her out of their lives from that
point on.  The local newspaper in their Pennsylvania hometown
also got involved, and butchered their family name in the
process.  That only made things worse for Devon.
   But still, with eight years having gone by, it seems as
though Devon's parents would drop the hatchet and move on.
But according to Devon, they are STILL mad at her for what
happened all the way back in 1994.  She was only 17 then...
   I should also point out that Devon's boyfriend was the
one who persuaded her into sneaking into the auditorium.
Devon was against the idea, but eventually gave into her
boyfriend to make him happy.  As things turned out, it was
the beginning of the end of their relationship.

   "I'm sorry, Devon," Lindsay reiterated, holding her close,
with tears in her eyes.  "I shouldn't have said that."
   "It's okay," Devon told her.  "I waited too long for my
parents to forgive me for that day.  Weeks, months, years -
they never did.  So my family is here now, on this island -
you, Lindsay... as well as Amy and Jeremy."  She offered a
faint smile and added, "Kristanna, too, I guess."
   "Are you ever going to see your parents again?" Lindsay
asked, concerned.
   Devon shook her head and replied, "I have no reason to.
I went home to Pennsylvania from the island for Christmas
break last December.  I thought after being away from them
for several weeks, they would be happy to see me.  I thought
even more so since it was Christmas.  But it turned out to be
a total disaster.  My mom told me to go back to wherever it
was that I came from.  I... I spent the rest of that week,
including all of Christmas day, in some seedy motel."
   "Why didn't you call me?" I asked her, somewhat angry.  I
wasn't upset with Devon; rather, I was mad at her family.
Devon never told me that they kicked her out of their home
last December.  That was definite news to me.  "I would have
brought you back to the island in a heartbeat."
   "I was visiting my family just a state over, in Ohio,"
Lindsay told her.  "You could have hopped into a car, or
took a bus, and stayed with us instead of some old motel."
A distressed expression appeared on Lindsay's face as she
said, "I can't stand the idea of you spending Christmas day
alone in some bad motel!"
   "You were with Pamela, Jeremy," Devon said, looking at
me.  "I thought about calling and asking if I could come
back from Christmas vacation early, but decided not to.  I
thought that Pamela would maybe not like me coming back,
even if she said nothing about it.  It was a chance for her
to finally have some time alone with you.  I... I know how
much I enjoy having time alone with you - what little of it
I can get.  Lindsay likes being alone with you too, Jeremy.
I didn't want to take that away from Pamela."
   Devon turned toward Lindsay and offered, "You and I were
not that close back then, honey.  How could I call you and
ask if I could spend Christmas with you and your family?  We
were friends, not close lovers quite yet.  It was just a bad,
miserable time for me.  I never, EVER want to spend another
Christmas like that again."
   "You won't," I promised her, shaking my head for emphasis.
"You'll be with us from now on."
   "How can parents treat their children that way?" Lindsay
wondered.  "How can they shut them out?"
   "Amy's parents have done the same to her," Devon remarked.
"Ever since she got into porn, Amy says that they refuse to
even speak to her.  Even now that she is retired and will
never return to porn, they still won't talk to her."
   "That's horrible!" Lindsay hissed, shaking her head.  "No
matter what, I know my parents would always be there for me.
And when I have children, I will always be there for them,
too.  Parents should stick with their kids, no matter what."
   "You're lucky, honey," Devon nodded.  "You have a really
good family.  We met all of them during the big wedding.  I
wish my family was half as good and supportive as yours is."
   "I've grown to appreciate my mom and dad, as well as my
sister, even more since I came to the island and moved away
from them 16 months ago," Lindsay said.  "I can't wait until
they finally come here and visit us."

   Wanting to change (and lighten) the subject, Devon offered
a smile and asked, "Has your sister had her birthday yet?"
   "Alicia?" Lindsay countered, her eyes wide.  "Yeah, she
turned 18 just last month.  Jeremy let me buy her a new car
as a birthday present - a Kia Rio.  Alicia is totally in love
with it."  She paused and said, "Why do you ask about her?"
   "She's 18 now," Devon responded.  "Alicia is like a carbon
copy of you, sweetheart.  You and her look so much alike."
The 25-year-old got a nasty gleam in her eyes as she added,
"I think we should bring Alicia to the island and have her
live here on a permanent, full-time basis.  I bet she would
fit in real good with Amy, Kristanna and me."  Devon paused
and wryly concluded, "ESPECIALLY between us!"
   "OHHHHH, you're nasty, Devon!" Lindsay exclaimed, in a
playful manner.  "NASTY!  That's my little sister you're
talking about!"  Lindsay huffed out a breath and continued,
"You bring Alicia up once a month!  Alicia is NOT like me!"
   "She isn't a slut?" Devon grinned, teasing her.
   "Well... no!" Lindsay grunted.  "Alicia has a boyfriend;
they've been dating for three years.  And even if she wanted
to, I would not allow her to come to the island in any way
other than a routine visit with my mom and dad.  God, Devon!
That's my sister!  I couldn't have her live on the island
with us, knowing what goes on here on a daily basis."
   Still in a teasing mode, Devon licked her lips and said,
"I couldn't take my eyes off of Alicia at your wedding, or
the reception, Lindsay.  I was thinking about asking her to
sneak into a dark corner with me.  I would have loved to see
what was beneath that wedding gown she had on.  I could have
made her cream her little pussy SO HARD..."
   "NASTY!" Lindsay countered, gently slapping Devon's
shoulder four times with her right hand.  "NASTY!"
   Devon laughed at Lindsay's outburst.  She simply loved to
tease and chide Lindsay about her sister.  Lindsay did not
like Devon talking in such terms about Alicia, but understood
that it was just a playful game and she meant nothing by it.
Still, such words never failed to get her riled up.
   "You should have heard what Amy was saying about Alicia."
   "OH MY GOD!" Lindsay huffed.  "What?  What did she say?"
   Devon grinned and replied, "Amy was talking about turning
Alicia into her bitch, just like she did with you, honey.
You know - with the use of her whips and strap-on dildos."
   "NASTY!" Lindsay roared, now swinging both hands at Devon
and landing playful blows upon her shoulders in the process.
"You and Amy are NASTY!  JUST PLAIN NASTY!"
   Devon continued laughing at Lindsay's mock rage as she
caught both of her hands with her own.  "Oh, settle down,
you little slut.  Otherwise, I'm gonna have to spank you."
   "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 carpeted
floor.  A smile quickly came to Lindsay's face as well; the
little vixen slipped both of her legs underneath Devon's
pelvis and in the process, raised her ass.  Now, Lindsay had
a prime target for that spanking sprawled across her lap.
   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 my sister that way!  You're the slut!  You're
the bitch!  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.
   Devon was obviously enjoying this semi-harsh discipline
from her young wife.  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 19-year-old 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 dropped down to my knees from the
sofa and made my way over to them.  Lindsay continued to
mash and maul Devon's upturned ass with her hands, but moved
her head forward and met my mouth with her own 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.
   "What do you think, Jeremy?" Lindsay asked, her breathing
a bit ragged once our kiss was finally broken.  "Does Devon
need to be spanked for talking so nasty about my sister?"
   "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."
   "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 every single day 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."  I paused
and added, "Now get down on the floor, 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 did douse with us with that water hose earlier."
   "YEAH!" Devon agreed, laughing, as she suddenly sat up.
   "Me?" I exclaimed, a little surprised.
   "Yes, you!" Lindsay sneered, 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 whacking that
ass if you want to, Lindsay," she said.  "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."
   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 her wife.  Lindsay ran
a hand throughout Devon's long-flowing blonde hair, then
leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.  It was 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 down with her right hand and came into my contact
with my aching testicles.  She cupped the delicate flesh in
her (even more delicate) hand, gently twiddling it with her
fingertips.  I closed my eyes and moaned at the sensations,
a wave of mad lust and 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 whore?" 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.
   In an effort to make things more comfortable for both
ladies, I rose up from my knees to my feet.  Lindsay and
Devon responded appropriately, leaving their hunched-over
positions so they could service my cock upon their knees.
Both of them, quite obviously, were used to this position.
Meanwhile, I stepped out of my trousers and briefs, and
kicked both articles of clothing elsewhere.
   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
balls 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 unbutton the
front of Devon's extremely snug-fitting, yellow blouse.
   Lindsay squealed and kissed her 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 19-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.
   After Lindsay disposed of her ballet top, Devon quickly
smiled and purred while turning around to caress her wife'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 the teen-ager 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, which was very
rare for her, 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,
of course, 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 little minx 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 19-year-old 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 wife, 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.
   "It's my turn to lick your pussy," Lindsay said to Devon,
her tone breathless, her desire evident.  "Right now!"

   I smiled to myself.  Married life was wonderful...


                  <<<- End of Part 1 ->>>


>>NEXT, IN PART 2: What begins as a typical night out on
the town in Lima for Jeremy and Kristanna turns out to be
much more erotic than either of them could have imagined.


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