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PLEASE NOTE: This story is the third installment of the
"Island Paradise" series. It is highly recommended that
you read the first two stories in the series before you
begin this one. You can find "Island Paradise" and its
sequel ("Island Paradise: Eternity") on the Internet at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
http://storiesonline.net/library/auth_get.php?id=650
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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 1 of ?? - Revised!
|| (M/F, F/F and just about everything else)
Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
E-mail: HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
Chat: MSN or Windows Messenger - HighlanderJM@hotmail.com
Archive: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/HighlanderJM/
IMPORTANT!: Note that this story takes place _between_ the
events of chapters 36 & 37 of "Island Paradise: Eternity".
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"You realize that it's still not too late to change your
mind, right?" I said to my wife, Kristanna, who was casually
leaning upon a metal banister here at the downtown airport
in Lima, Peru. "Even though their plane just landed, I can
still have all those girls go back to where they came from.
If I pay 'em what they're set to make for the next couple of
months, I don't think any of them will have a problem going
back home. All of them are here for the money anyway."
Kristanna sighed gently and eased her leg back, resting a
spiked boot-heel upon the railing behind her. "I don't know
how many times I have to tell you and Devon this, Jeremy. I
am fine with it. It's okay. I want those girls to be our
guests on the island. We have eight months before our house
in Anguilla is finished being built. We can use two of
those months - these upcoming two - to have one more great
adventure with a group of guests." She paused, shrugging
her shoulders. "Hopefully things end up better with this
group than the last one. THAT was a disaster."
"I just want you to be comfortable with everything," I
stressed, taking the 23-year-old into my arms and embracing
her warmly. "I don't want there to be any jealousy at all."
"There won't be," Kristanna said, stepping away from me.
"I think you and Devon know the purpose of these upcoming
eight weeks. We're going to let loose and have fun with our
guests, but we won't fall in love or become too attached.
There is no Pamela and Amy for you to fall for, Jeremy, or
Lindsay and Trish for Devon. Or even Sarah for me. All of
these girls are new. We've never met them before. You are
paying them $3 million apiece to come to a sex resort." She
nodded her head and added, "That's what our island will be
for the next two months - a sex resort. Not a love resort.
We're not going to fall in love. We can't."
"I just remember what you said to me and Devon a couple
weeks ago," I frowned. "You said you wanted to close our
marriage, and keep things monogamous. No one was going to
be allowed in our three-way circle again. Yet... a short
time later, you change your mind completely and say that you
want to bring a new group of girls to the island."
"I was really angry and upset over everything that was
going on when I said I wanted to keep our marriage closed,"
Kristanna explained. "I wanted to be with no one but you
and Devon. Amy hit you over the head with that glass vase
and could have killed you, Jeremy. Everyone was fighting.
I wanted them gone. I wanted all of the girls gone."
"But you also told us that one night after I got back
from the hospital that you didn't even want any of those
girls on the island in the first place," I reminded her.
"Now... weeks later, you do a complete about-face. You tell
me and Devon that you want a new group of girls, but I just
want to be sure. I want to be sure, Krissy. I don't want
you to feel the same way you did last time."
"I won't," she said. "As long as we keep it a sex resort,
I won't. You have to draw a line between sex and love. We
just can't cross it. Besides, it's really fun to have people
around that you can be totally open and uninhibited with."
"We have that with each other..."
"A LOT of people," Kristanna corrected herself. "I know
this goes against what I said last month, but I was really
mad, Jeremy. I was so upset over what Amy did to you." Her
blue eyes flashed as she added, "It STILL makes me mad even
when I think about it. After everything you did for Amy,
and how good you treated her... ughhhhh. Makes me MAD! I
still cannot BELIEVE that she attacked you like that!"
"Hey you two!" Devon squealed, a shopping bag on one arm,
as she approached us here in the airport terminal. Devon -
my other wife - had been browsing through the gift shoppe
for the past ten minutes. Judging by the bulky shopping bag,
it appeared as if she had made a couple of purchases there.
That certainly did not come as any surprise to me.
"Did you buy another teddy bear?" Kristanna teased Devon,
referring to her favorite collectable. "Maybe one of these
days, you'll wake up and realize that you're 26... not six.
26-year-old women don't go around collecting teddy bears."
"I do," Devon said, sticking her tongue out and waving it
at Kristanna in an equally playful manner. "I did buy a new
teddy bear, yes. I also got some postcards to send to my
grandparents in Pennsylvania." She tilted her head to the
side and told Kristanna, "Don't tease me too much, baby. I
bought YOU a present. I hope you like it."
"A present?" Kristanna gushed, smiling. "You didn't have
to buy me anything."
"Oh, but I wanted to," Devon cooed, reaching into the bag
and pulling out what appeared to be - at first glance - a
shiny medallion. Kristanna sighed as she inspected the
object, a look of sheer gratitude upon her charming face.
"It's a genuine gold coin set in a gold pendant," Devon
explained as Kristanna took the object from her, and eyed it
closely. "Look, baby." Devon pointed at the coin itself.
"There's an angel on it. When I saw this in the shoppe, I
just HAD to buy it for you... because you're my sweet angel."
"Oh, Devvy..." Kristanna sighed, curling her long fingers
around the pendant and squeezing it tightly. She then tossed
her left arm around her bride's shoulder and hugged her.
"Thank you so much. I love it! And I love YOU!"
Devon and Kristanna elicited a few stares during their
embrace from several of the (mostly) Peruvian citizens who
passed by us. They were not used to seeing blonde-haired
women who were as beautiful and ravishing as Devon and
Kristanna in this part of the world. Furthermore, those
same people were certainly not accustomed to watching two
women - no matter their hair color or ethnicity - having a
public display of affection for each other like this.
I had to clear my throat two times before Devon and
Kristanna caught my drift, and ended their embrace. They
offered me a sheepish smile, then glanced at one another
for a moment before re-focusing upon me.
"This isn't our private island," I reminded them. "You
two have to use some constraint while out in public."
"Spoil sport!" Kristanna hissed, before flashing that
billion dollar smile of hers. "Always a spoil sport! You
were BORN a spoil sport, Jeremy!"
I chuckled gently and turned toward Devon. "You got
Kristanna a nice present. But what did you get for me?"
Devon's face went blank for a moment. "There wasn't
anything in there that I thought you'd like."
I hung my head low and pouted, but in a playful manner.
"Oh, Devon... you hurt my feelings."
"Jeremy doesn't deserve any presents!" Kristanna grinned,
her voice full of its usual charisma and vigor.
I laughed and stepped forward, then planted a simple kiss
upon Devon's forehead. "Just kidding with you, princess. I
don't want you to buy me anything." I laughed again. "You
spend enough of my money as it is."
Devon held up a fist and waved it before my eyes in a
menacing manner. Kristanna decided to join the fun too,
extending her right arm - which was still covered by the
fiberglass cast (due to hand and wrist surgery from January).
She nudged my face with the cast. "I'll knock you out," was
her warning. "Knock you straight into next week."
"No, I don't want that again," I chuckled. "Amy did that
to me last month. I don't want to go through it again."
Kristanna sagged her shoulders at the mere mention of
Amy's name. I should not have brought her up again.
"Did the flight land yet?" Devon inquired, deciding to
change the subject rather abruptly. "I can't wait to meet
up with those four new girls. Should be fun."
"Yes, it landed a few minutes ago while you were in the
gift shoppe," I answered. "We're waiting on it to taxi up
to the terminal. It won't be that much longer." I patted
Devon on the stomach because she was, after all, nine weeks
pregnant. "Let's go over and sit down."
* * *
Needless to say, I was very surprised two weeks ago when
Kristanna suggested that we bring ANOTHER group of women to
the island with us. It was just two weeks prior to that
when Kristanna was saying that she did not want anyone else
in the life which we shared with Devon. Kristanna - who
along with Devon - I loved more than anything, experienced
thoughts of extreme jealousy because I spent long amounts of
time with Pamela and Amy, and Devon with Lindsay and Trish.
Kristanna eventually convinced us that the things she
said that fateful night were drawn from anger. I do not
think she will ever get over the fact that Amy clocked me
upside the head with a glass vase after learning of my one
true vice in life - the voyeur room. Amy had every right to
be upset at me, but there was no justification for violence.
But that is definitely a story for another time.
Despite everything, Kristanna ultimately changed her mind
and suggested one evening over dinner that we look into
bringing some more guests into our lives. But, she said,
those guests had to be NEW. Kristanna would not approve of
anyone who had been here in the past. That way, there would
be no prior emotional attachment for any of us.
We did not want any of that with the new group, either.
Devon, Kristanna and yours truly were going to treat the
island over the following eight weeks as a hedonistic haven.
We did not intend to fall in love with any of these women.
So, the three of us delved into my computer files and
reviewed the top 50 women from the matchmaker program that
Kristanna wrote for me so long ago. Devon and me were for
the idea of bringing "new blood" from the beginning, but
both of us wanted to be certain that Kristanna was, too.
None of us wanted to go through what happened last time.
As for the new women themselves, they were a diverse
group from varying walks of life. There were four, and
they ranged in age from 18 to 27. Devon and Kristanna
selected one apiece from the files that were saved on my
computer, while I was given the privilege to choose two.
Just who were these ladies, you ask? Well, here goes...
One of my two choices was a breathtaking blonde from
Maryland by the name of Stacy. The sole reason this young
lady caught my eye was because she was strikingly similar
in appearance to Kristanna. Stacy stood 5-foot-11 - just
like Kristanna - and had long, luscious legs which extended
from here through next week. Stacy's body was also more
athletic than voluptuous (again, just like Kristanna).
Because she looked so eerily similar to Kristanna, Stacy
was obviously a very beautiful woman in my eyes.
Stacy was a marketing consultant for a financial company
in the Baltimore area. Something else that I should point
out about Stacy was not only were she and Kristanna the
same age (23), but they were born a mere six days apart -
Kristanna on October 8, 1979, and Stacy on October 14, 1979.
I just had to make Stacy one of my two choices because
she reminded me so much of my princess bride, Kristanna.
One thing I have to say, though, is that Kristanna had a
much prettier face than Stacy. That takes nothing away from
Stacy, mind you. Rather, it simply elevates Kristanna who,
at least in my eyes, had the face of a holy goddess.
At 5-foot-9 and 135 pounds, Caitlyn had a breathtaking,
awe-inspiring body, and the type of shapely curves which
simply demanded one's attention. A native of Los Angeles,
Caitlyn was a dark-haired Mexican beauty with the figure
and overall demeanor of a centerfold pin-up. She was a
very smart as well, with a college degree to boot.
At 25 years of age, Caitlyn found employment as a project
manager for a large aerospace company in Southern California.
Caitlyn mentioned to me over the telephone when I informed
her of her selection that she was incredibly burned-out at
work. Unfortunately, the gorgeous young woman routinely
worked 18 to 20 hours per day. She had even sacrificed her
off days and vacations in the past for the sake of her job.
Worst of all, however, Caitlyn did not receive any overtime
pay for her effort. She was a salaried employee. But that
salary, believe it or not, was nothing to write home about.
Caitlyn felt as if she was stuck in her job with no way out.
So imagine her excitement when I offered her $3 million
in cash to spend eight weeks on an island paradise in the
South Pacific with Devon, Kristanna and yours truly. The
money withstanding, Caitlyn said these two months would
offer her some time to sit back and think about what she
wanted to do with the rest of her life, career-wise.
A ravishing blonde with an incredible, eye-popping figure,
Torrie still stood out even amongst this sea of lovely women.
Torrie's vast curves were so well-honed and pronounced that
she compared favorably with an island alum, Pamela, who was
once a high-paid stripper. Torrie stood 5-foot-9 and weighed
133 pounds, and had the quintessential, bikini-model look
going for her. She was the oldest of the group at age 27.
Very personable and outgoing, Torrie was an instructor at
a dance studio at her Idaho hometown. She was also a former
nursing student who hoped to one day resume her education in
the field. With all the money I was paying her, as well as
the others, Torrie could afford to do just that. And more.
Last but not least was Ashley, a deliriously beautiful
young vixen who was a mere 18 years of age. Ashley was a
total vision of loveliness who seemed entirely too sweet and
innocent to get involved in a project such as the one we
were presenting. Nevertheless, we welcomed Ashley, along
with her ripe and nubile 34c-24-34 figure, into our midst.
With long-flowing blonde hair, blue eyes and the face of
a cosmetics model, Ashley was the embodiment of everything
that a cheerleader should be. She was the captain of the
squad while attending high school in Oklahoma and, I'm quite
certain, brought a great deal of "team spirit" to the mix. I
would also bet that she invoked a lot of vivid fantasies and
desires while shaking that little cheerleader ass, too.
With the chance of earning $3 million for spending eight
weeks on a beautiful island, all four of the ladies jumped at
the opportunity when it was presented to them. It took just
a few days for all of the arrangements to be made, which now
brought us to this point in time - today.
* * *
"Welcome to Peru," I announced to the group of four young
ladies who were gathered before us here at the terminal in
Lima's downtown airport. "My name is Jeremy and I'll be
your host for the upcoming two months. To my side is Devon
and Kristanna... they will be your hosts, as well."
I offered the newcomers a smile and continued, "You do
not need to worry about your luggage. I have workers taking
care of your suitcases and bags right now as we speak. Once
they get everything loaded into the limousine, we'll hop in
and it will be no more than a few minutes before we reach
the downtown marina, where my boat is. Then, we'll set sail
for the island. I hope all of you enjoy boat rides."
"We're going to the marina in a limousine?" Torrie, the
27-year-old diva from Idaho, asked. She appeared surprised.
The other ladies in the group looked that way, too.
I nodded my head at Torrie and smiled. "Yes, a limousine.
No expense was spared for the four of you. The limousine is
a Lexus GS400 model, and it is 80 feet in length. It comes
equipped with a small refrigerator and bar, among many other
things. So if any of you are hungry or thirsty from your
long airline flights, you'll be taken care of inside the
limo. No need to buy anything here at the airport."
"You will find that your comfort is our goal," Devon said,
wanting to chip in with her own two cents.
"Did everyone have a good flight here?" I asked.
"Good, but long," Torrie sighed. "I flew from Boise to
Denver, to Houston and then here. I'm tired."
I smiled at her. "Once we get to the island, you can do
as you wish tonight. Take an early nap if you want."
"I could really go for a bubble-bath," Torrie remarked.
I grinned at the thought of the bombshell blonde in a
bubble-bath. "Each guest suite in our home comes with its
very own whirlpool spa and jacuzzi." A few of the ladies
smiled with approval at the realization as I added, "Trust
me... you will be very impressed with our home. Trust me."
I smacked my hands together and mused, "Does anyone have
any questions about anything pertaining to the next eight
weeks? I realize that before today, everyone here is a
stranger to each of you, and the idea of spending two whole
months with people you just met can seem kind of awkward.
But it is our job to see to it that every single one of you
feels very safe, secure and comfortable while at our home.
Anything you want to ask... just speak up. No question is
a dumb question. Ask whatever you wish."
"The information packet you sent in the mail pretty much
covered everything," Caitlyn offered, glancing at the others
for a brief moment. "We're all bi-sexual... right?" She
turned her focus upon me and continued, "You want all of us
to live together for two months in a big, sprawling mansion,
and you're going to pay us three million bucks at the end.
Is that pretty much the gist of it?"
"Three million dollars APIECE," I corrected her.
"What are we supposed to do for the next two months?"
Stacy wondered. "That's what always puzzled me."
"I don't expect you to do anything except enjoy our home
and all of its luxuries," was my response. "You won't have
to concern yourself with cooking or cleaning, or anything of
that nature. We have both a maid and a butler whose only job
is to make sure that every single one of you is comfortable.
We will also be helping them in terms of chores ourselves."
"But the packet I got in the mail made it clear that you
intend on running some sort of sex resort," Torrie observed,
her gaze fixated upon me. "That is why every single one of
us girls is bi-sexual. Am I correct in assuming that?"
"Yes and no," I told her. "The general idea is to promote
a loving and carefree atmosphere where every single one of us
can be open and uninhibited with each other. But on the
other hand, all of you will be allowed to approach things at
your own speed. You won't have to do anything in terms of
intimacy over the next two months if you don't want to. It's
up to you. It's all your choice. We are just your hosts."
"Will we still get paid if we don't do anything?" Stacy,
the Kristanna look-alike from Maryland, asked.
"Yes, you will."
"It will be frowned upon if we don't do anything," Torrie
said to Stacy, before turning toward me. "It's going to be
us six girls and you for two months? You're the only man?"
"Yes, Jeremy is the only man we'll see," Devon answered.
"He did say there was a butler," Stacy reminded her.
I smiled and commented, "Harold is 83 years of age." The
girls laughed as I added, "I don't think any of you will be
interested in him. But to answer your question, Miss Torrie,
the plan is for the six of you and me. That includes Devon
and Kristanna, obviously. No one else. There is Harold's
wife, but she is 77. Her name is Juanita and she is the
maid. Other than that, no one else."
"How old are you?" Caitlyn asked.
"29," I told her. "Older than all of you. Devon is 26,
and Kristanna over there is 23. In fact, Devon and me both
had birthdays in the past ten days - March 22nd and 27th."
Stacy waved her hand at me and asked, "What will a normal
day be like for us?"
I shrugged my shoulders and responded, "Whatever way you
would like for it to be. Our island is one big playground.
I cannot put it into words, so I will let all of you see it
first-hand once we get there and make your own assumptions.
There is so much to do on it that I don't believe any of you
will ever become bored staying there. I have lived on this
island for seven years and it still fascinates me."
Ashley, the darling, fresh-faced 18-year-old, looked at me
and raised her hand. When I nodded at her, she asked, "What
happens if we want to go shopping, or something? Can we ever
come back here to Peru and look around all the road shops?"
I chuckled gently and said, "We will have one trip to the
mainland at the midway point of your stay. You'll be able
to get haircuts, go shopping... do whatever. Other than that
one day, though, probably not. Devon, though you can't tell
right now, is pregnant. She will be making several trips to
the doctor. And Kristanna, as you can see, has a cast on her
arm. Hopefully, the doctor will remove it next week. So
they have business on the mainland, but none of you should."
"You won't ever want to leave the island after you see it,
anyway," Devon told Ashley. "Believe me, sweetie."
"Why are you paying us three million dollars apiece to
have sex with each other for eight weeks?" Torrie wondered.
"You seem to be a good-natured guy. I can't understand why
you would go to all this trouble, and expense. Your two
girlfriends seem really nice, too. Why do all of this?"
"Girlfriends?" Kristanna exclaimed, her tone odd. "Ve
are not Jeremy's GIRLFRIENDS... ve are his _VIVES_!"
Needless to say, all eyes shifted to Kristanna. For more
than one reason, too. Not only because Kristanna said that
both she and Devon were married to me, but mostly due to the
quirky accent the 23-year-old had used in doing so. It was
all too familiar to me. For whatever reason, Kristanna had
suddenly reverted back to her Norwegian accent. But why?
During the first three years that I knew her, Kristanna
only spoke with this accent because I enjoyed it so much.
It was now fake since she could speak like a normal American
currently, but Kristanna did an excellent job of selling it.
"His wives?" Ashley asked, her eyes wide. "Both of you
are married to Jeremy?"
"And each udder!" Kristanna grinned. "Ve are one big,
happy family. Da tree of us!" I stared at Kristanna as
she continued talking. I could not believe she had dusted
off that old accent. It must have been done as a way to
inject a little bit of extra life into the ladies' arrival.
"Ve all be married almost five months now, ya."
"What is that?" Caitlyn wondered. "German?"
"German?" Kristanna scoffed, tossing her left hand out.
"I be Norvegian. I vas born and raised in Norvay."
"Oh..." Caitlyn simply stated. Wow, I said inwardly.
Kristanna was even using broken English!
Devon turned her face away from our guests and laughed to
herself. She obviously had the same thoughts that I did.
Kristanna was a unique individual, indeed, and she had a
totally priceless sense of humor to go along with it.
"Where are you from?" Stacy asked Devon.
Kristanna answered for her, "She be from... Slutsylvania."
"Pennsylvania!" Devon huffed, slapping Kristanna on the
shoulder. "I'm from Pennsylvania originally!"
"No matter vhere Devon goes," Kristanna grinned, "da term
SLUT follow closely behind, ya. She be my 'lil honey slut!"
Torrie giggled at the playful exchange between Devon and
Kristanna. It was an exchange I had witnessed myself a
countless number of times. Nevertheless, it always made me
laugh. "Looks like things are going to be interesting and
fun over the next several weeks," Torrie said. "Perfect."
"How are you three married to each other?" Ashley asked.
"I mean, isn't that... illegal?"
"In the United States and most of Canada, yes," Devon
told her. "That is why we don't live there anymore. But
it is legal in over half the world."
"It is?" Ashley countered, stunned.
"It be legal in Norvay!" Kristanna chirped. "Not exactly
embraced, but legal nonedaless."
"Let's get in the limousine," Devon suggested. "If they
don't have the luggage loaded yet, they probably will by the
time we reach it. I want to get back home." When she began
walking away, the others followed her in tow.
I stayed behind with Kristanna, however, wrapping my arm
around her shoulder and gently kissing her cheek. Laughing,
I told her, "I love you, girl... even though you're a nut."
"Jeg elsker De ogsa, men De er den er som mutteren!"
I squinted my eyes at her. "What did you say?"
* * *
From outer space, our planet appears to be comprised of
huge landmasses separated by even greater expanses of blue
ocean. A closer look, however, reveals that those oceans
and seas are dotted with thousands upon thousands of islands.
Although these islands vary in magnitude from continent-sized
Australia to diminutive Nauru, the great majority of them are
so small that they do not even appear on the common map.
But in reality, a whole new collection of islands await
discovery in mid-ocean. Rising from turquoise waters like
emeralds sparkling in the sun, such islands represent our
closest approximation to the Garden of Eden - a place where
life is peaceful and easy - and nothing like the rest of the
world that we live in. From this perspective, at least,
every island holds the potential of a personal utopia.
The classic impression of an island, however, remains the
lush, tropical paradise lapped by crystalline blue-green
waters, where brightly colored fish mirror the terrestrial
beauty of flowers, plants and breathtaking views. In many
ways, the allure of islands have cast a spell over mankind.
Who hasn't dreamed of such a locale at one time or another?
The mere mention of places such as Hawaii, Bora Bora and
the Bahamas conjures up images of white sandy beaches fringed
by tall palm trees, where hedonism and luxury are not viewed
as decadence, but a necessity of life. Unfortunately, many
of us can only dream about stepping foot in such a place.
There are all types of islands, with waves beating, winds
howling, seagulls screeching overhead and the smell of salt
in the air. Islands where everything - the pace of life,
food, people and solitude - is distinctively earthy yet
unmistakably island-like. There are islands of compromise -
half hill, half mountain, half rock and half sand. Slopes
that are abandoned and others densely populated, with tightly
packed villages full of life.
Whether uncompromisingly harsh or beautiful, each island
is like an unfolding story. Some contain so much that in
spite of their limited size, they could be visited for an
entire lifetime. Many people, including myself, have chosen
to spend their lives as an island dweller for these reasons.
Personally speaking, of course, it did not get any better
than DevKris - the relatively small, tropical island in the
South Pacific which I had called home for over seven years.
With a coastline of rocky cliffs, islets, coves and sheltered
beaches, and a hinterland full of lovely flowers, rolling
hills and dense forests, this secluded retreat I shared with
my two wives was, without question, an island paradise.
The mansion that we lived in, a Mediterranean-style villa,
was beyond reproach. The living room included a stately
marble fireplace mantel, hardwoods and a bay window featuring
picturesque views of the ocean. The adjacent library was a
casual yet elegant space with built-in bookcases, a peaceful
reading area, and four computers linked up to the Internet.
SieMatic chestnut cabinetry with European hinges, a
commercial range with six gas burners and three ovens, plus
a large dishwasher and a walk-in refrigerator completed the
gourmet kitchenette for the maid, butler and guests alike.
A true private haven, the upper-level grand master suite
featured his and her restrooms, perimeter lighting, French
doors that led to the terrace and a private, heated spa
surrounded by lush foliage. Ten additional bedrooms, each
with custom built-ins, were located on the second floor and
afforded relaxing, total comfort.
Other amenities included a weight training facility which
would put the majority of professional health clubs to shame,
a recreation area complete with the most state-of-the-art
sound system and a fully-fledged IMAX movie theater. The
estate featured two luxurious swimming pools - one outside
and one inside. The latter was located directly underneath
the glassed-in portion of the roof, and offered a panoramic,
spectacular after-hours view of the night-time sky.
The outdoor, Olympic-sized pool was situated on a rocky
ledge which overlooked the ocean. Here, one could lounge on
a raft and be continually serenaded by the tranquil sounds
of the incoming waves crashing into the rocky shore below.
In addition, the outdoor pool had its own clubhouse with
separate spa and sauna areas.
Within walking distance of the mansion was the miniature
golf course and championship-style tennis court, where many
battles had been waged between Kristanna and yours truly in
the past. A three-bedroom guest cottage was separate from
the mansion, but it was only rarely used.
Simply put, the island was a place of relaxation and pure
solitude. To me, nothing was more beautiful than this island
in the whole, wide world... well, except Devon and Kristanna
themselves. But that should go without saying, right?
* * *
"Ladies, we have arrived," I announced to the collection
of newcomers, after stepping off of the catamaran cruiser at
the docks here on the island. "If you wish, you can get
your suitcases now, or leave them in the boat and I'll pick
them up later with my Jeep. It's your choice."
Every single one of them chose to get their luggage now.
Most women are very protective of any suitcases they have,
so it was not a surprise to me. What did surprise me was
that none of them objected when I said workers were taking
care of their luggage at the airport.
"As I said during the long ride from Peru, all of you
need to pick a room-mate. Although there are ten guest
suites in the house, the four of you are only allotted two
of them. I want everyone to have a room-mate."
"I pick Stacy," Torrie cooed, coiling her arm around
the leggy blonde's waistline.
When Stacy nodded her head in approval, I smiled. Torrie
and Stacy had been goofing off together on the catamaran
during our trip here. They already seemed to be a good match
together. I turned toward Ashley and Caitlyn, then offered
them a friendly smile. "You two okay being room-mates?"
Ashley and Caitlyn looked at each other, then me. "Do we
have any other choice?" Caitlyn said. She grinned and patted
the 18-year-old on the shoulder. "It's you and me, kiddo."
Ashley offered a very shy, somewhat embarrassed smile in
response. Her humble and innocent nature seemed out of place
amongst this group of older counterparts.
One of my early priorities would surely be to get Ashley
to open up to us over the coming days and weeks. Being a
sheltered farm girl from Oklahoma who was still a good four
months away from turning 19, everything here may have been
too much for Ashley to digest all at once. Perhaps I was
wrong - it has happened many times before, of course - but I
got the sense that she seemed somewhat intimidated by all of
the things that were happening around her so fast. With her
humble upbringing, one could definitely understand why.
"All of you can leave your bags inside the front door for
now, then pick them up later," I told them as we approached
the estate by foot. "Trust me, your luggage will be totally
safe inside. We want to give all of you a quick tour of the
house so you'll know where everything is it."
Needless to say, the ladies were stunned as we took them
on the whirlwind tour. Caitlyn made the comment that she
believed homes like this only existed in the movies, while
Ashley said that this was definitely not anything like the
Oklahoma farm she had grown up on during her young life.
After we had doubled back to the main entrance where their
luggage was, I turned and smiled at the lovely collection of
newcomers. "This is as much your home for the following two
months as it is ours. We want you to explore and dabble in
everything that there is to do here. The only place that is
off-limits to you, without getting permission first, is our
own bedroom. No one is allowed in there without knocking
first. Can everyone agree with that?" Nods all around...
"There is so much that I want to do here!" Torrie gushed,
obviously full of excitement. "I want to try the recreation
room where all those games and pool tables are. But I also
want to go swimming in that beautiful pool outside. I want
to play putt-putt golf and watch movies in that theater!"
"Wait until we take you on a tour of the outdoors," Devon
grinned. "Waterfalls, mountainsides, flowers... everything
that a beautiful island should have, you'll find it here."
"I bet there is plenty more to see in this mansion," Stacy
said, looking my way. "You didn't show us everything..."
I shook my head at her. "No, I didn't. But I will in due
time. Feel free to branch out and explore on your own. You
may go anywhere except our private suite. As I think about
it, Harold and Juanita's room is off-limits, too. But I see
no reason why you would want to go into their suite."
"A married couple ages 83 and 77," Stacy giggled. "You're
right, Jeremy. There is no reason to go into their room."
"Harold does seem really nice," Torrie observed. "It must
be hard on him and Juanita doing butler and maid work here.
But it's great they can be active at their ages."
"I don't ask for a lot from either of them," I told her.
"Mostly, they cook and clean. They can go on break or take
a day off anytime they want. They're good friends of mine.
I just hired them to work here two weeks ago. But I've
known them a lot longer than that."
"Can I get something to drink?" Ashley asked.
"Of course you can," I told her. "There is plenty of
fruit and orange juice in the kitchen... in the 'fridge.
You will not find any soda or alcohol, though."
"I'm too young to drink alcohol, anyway," Ashley pouted.
"I do like orange juice, though."
"It's okay..." Devon said, wrapping an arm around Ashley's
shoulder. "You don't need any of that stuff anyway. Alcohol
is bad for you." Devon began guiding Ashley away. "Let's go
to the kitchen and see if we can find you some orange juice."
Devon glanced back at me for an instant and cooed, "Orange
juice is Jeremy's preferred drink of choice. He's got Krissy
and me totally hooked on it."
"Ve had no udder choice!" Kristanna playfully cooed.
"Dinner is at seven o'clock tonight," I told the group,
looking at my wristwatch. "That's a little less than one
hour from now. Remember what I said on the boat. Dinner
and breakfast are mandatory. Everyone must be there."
"What about my nap?" Torrie pouted. "You said I could
lay down and take a nap if I wanted. I'm so, so tired..."
I nodded my head at her. "Yes, I did. If you want, you
can grab something to eat from the kitchen and then turn in
early. I realize that you had a very long flight."
"I'd like to grab Ashley and eat her," Stacy mumbled,
turning and looking toward the young teen-ager. My eyes
wide, I smiled as Stacy followed Devon and Ashley into
the kitchen. Things were coming together real nicely...
Kristanna, who was standing next to me, grinned and
whispered in my ear, "I want Ashley for dinner, too..."
"You're bad," I silently mouthed in response. "Bad girl."
I laughed and shook my head at Kristanna, then announced
to everyone else, "I'll meet up with you in the dining room
at seven o'clock. As for now, I have a couple things to take
care of. Again, the mansion is yours. Feel free to treat
it as such over the next two months. I'll be in my room if
anyone needs me. All you have to do is knock..."
* * *
After stealing quick kisses from Devon and Kristanna, I
retreated to our personal suite and promptly went into the
voyeur room. Despite all the problems it had brought me one
month ago - namely the end of my relationship with Amy, and
my friendship with Britney - there was no possible way that
I could stay away from it. I was too much of a voyeur.
But even though I was very interested in the new girls
and what they had to say about us and the island in general,
I decided to focus all of my attention upon my two wives,
Devon and Kristanna. How could I resist? Both ladies simply
fascinated me to no ends. They were just outside of the main
entrance to the estate, rocking back-and-forth on the swing.
"I feel like I'm amongst the trees all of a sudden," Devon
said, grasping Kristanna's left hand with her right and
squeezing firmly. I wondered what in the world Devon was
talking about until she continued, "You are 5-foot-11 tall
Krissy, and so is Stacy. Jeremy said Torrie and Caitlyn are
both 5-foot-9, and little Ashley is 5-6. Jeremy himself is
6-3. Then there's me - I'm 5 feet and 3 inches tall." She
giggled and shook her head. "I feel like I'm lost amongst a
whole forest of trees. Everyone here is so much taller than
I am! Not so much Ashley, I guess, but everyone else!"
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and countered in an
off-beat fashion, "That's what happens when you're a runt."
"A RUNT?" Devon exclaimed, acting offended. She shook her
head and giggled once again. "I am NOT a runt!"
"You're a little runt," Kristanna insisted. "You know it,
I know it, Jeremy knows it... everyone knows it." She paused
and then said in a strict tone, "Runt."
"Krissy!"
"Runt..."
"But I..."
"RUNT."
Devon hesitated for an instant, then let out a playful
growl. "Oh Krissy... trying to tell you something is like
talking to a machine, or a brick wall. It's useless."
Kristanna smiled. "You can tell me how much you love me,
Devvy. I'll definitely listen to that."
Devon laughed again. "What happened to your accent? You
are talking normal again. What's up with that, anyway?"
"I think I will use the accent when the new girls are
around," Kristanna answered. "They seem to really like it,
and I know Jeremy thinks it is hilarious. He always has. I
love to make people laugh, Devvy. You know that."
"You could be a comedian if you really wanted to be."
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. But what makes
me happy is when I make you and Jeremy happy. That is why I
say all the crazy stuff I do, and do all those crazy things.
I LOVE making the two of you laugh."
"You do a good job of it," Devon nodded, bringing her
wife's left hand to her lips and kissing it tenderly. "If
I'm a runt, baby, then you are an amazon."
"Your point being?" Kristanna asked, appearing nonchalant.
"I'd much rather be an amazon than a runt, let me tell you."
Suddenly, Devon decided to change the subject. "I know
it's early, but who is your favorite of the new girls?"
"Right now, I think it's Caitlyn," Kristanna responded.
"I've always had a thing for hot-blooded Mexican girls. It
was too bad that Jeremy sent Gabrielle home early. She was
real hot. But on the other hand, I understand why he did."
"Gabrielle was an alcoholic," Devon reminded her. "She
got Lindsay drunk that one night and took advantage of her."
"Lindsay probably liked it," Kristanna murmured. "Hey...
who of the new girls is your favorite, Devvy?"
"Stacy," she answered immediately. "Without a doubt."
"And why is that?"
Devon grinned and mused, "Because she reminds me of you."
Kristanna tilted her head to the side and smiled brightly.
"Oh, Devvy... that's so sweet! Do you really mean that?
Stacy is your favorite because she reminds you of me?"
"You know I mean it," Devon assured her. "You know I do.
Every single time that I've looked at Stacy thus far today,
I have seen an incarnation of you. A lesser incarnation of
you, Krissy - Stacy may look like you, but you are still
much more beautiful - but an incarnation nonetheless."
"Me and Stacy have that long legs thing going for us,"
Kristanna chirped, before wrapping both arms around Devon
and offering her a warm embrace. "I can't believe that you
say Stacy is your favorite because she reminds you of me.
I thought for sure that your favorite would be Ashley. To
me, Ashley is a much nicer and more polite Lindsay. Ashley
is everything that Lindsay COULD and SHOULD have been."
"Ashley is a real sweetheart," Devon nodded. "I like her
a lot, too. I also like Torrie and Caitlyn. I think these
four girls we brought to the island are a great fit for us.
But Stacy is my unquestioned favorite right now."
Kristanna giggled. "I saw Jeremy checking out Stacy's
legs on the boat trip." I shook my head and chuckled as she
added, "Jeremy was drooling at the sight of those legs."
"You know that Jeremy is going to want to tap into some
of that," Devon countered, also giggling. "But I bet that
Stacy reminds him of you too, baby. You look a lot alike."
Yes, I said to myself. But Kristanna is still sexier.
I could forever listen to Devon and Kristanna coo and
cavort about how much they meant to one another, but decided
to turn their audio microphone off and do some eavesdropping
on Ashley and Caitlyn. Both ladies in the kitchen, Ashley
was sipping the orange juice that Devon had givens her, while
Caitlyn was leaned up against the counter and talking away.
"Surely, you had a ton of boyfriends and girlfriends back
home in Oklahoma," the raven-haired Mexican princess assumed.
Ashley blushed as Caitlyn continued, "I bet you had to beat
the droves off with a stick. Didn't you?"
Ashley seemed to fidget about at those words. Then, she
shrugged her shoulders and smiled in a very sheepish manner.
"I've never had a girlfriend, unfortunately, and I've only
had a couple of boyfriends. I've always been curious about
other girls but have always been too afraid to approach them.
I live in a really small town and if word got out, OHHHHH...
I don't even want to think about it. But I've dreamed of
one day having a girlfriend for probably five or six years."
Caitlyn offered a suggestive grin and even licked her
lips for emphasis. "I'll be your girlfriend, honey."
This time, Ashley actually blushed with embarrassment due
to that remark. Caitlyn apparently decided to back off for
now. But her intentions here were obvious.
"What type of things make you happy?"
"My family makes me happy," Ashley responded. "I love my
family and always have. This is my first time ever being
away from them in my whole life. I'm going to miss them so
much over the next eight weeks. But you know what? I will
live through it because Jeremy is paying us $3 million."
"True," Caitlyn nodded. "I wonder how in the world that
Jeremy can afford an island like this. This house and all
the expenses that most go with it. Then he is paying us a
cool $3 million in cash at the end. How can he do that?"
"I don't know, but maybe we should ask him at dinner a
bit later on," Ashley suggested. "I'm also still curious
about his marriage with Devon and Kristanna. Never in my
life have I heard of three people being married all at the
same time! I think just the idea itself is fascinating!"
"What is that you want to do with your life, Ashley?
What type of career would you eventually like to have?"
"I'd like to be a veterinarian. I've been around animals
all my life, and I love them. I'm going to use some of the
money I earn from here to go to college. I'm going to pay
my brother and sister through college, too!"
"Wow, that is incredibly nice," Caitlyn gushed. "What do
you think of Jeremy? I think he's kind of cute." Thank
you, dear, I said inwardly. This time, _I_ was the one who
blushed. Really. I appreciated her compliment.
Ashley smiled. "He seems really sweet and thoughtful.
But I've never thought about being with someone as old as
him." I frowned at those words. "He's what... 11 years
older than me? I guess it's not a lot, but all of the guys I
have ever been with were the same age as me." She paused
and went on, "What about Devon and Kristanna? What do you
think of them? I think they're both really nice."
"Kristanna seems kind of kooky, but I like her," Caitlyn
replied. "Devon seems really sweet and reserved." I smiled
as she added, "You can tell that all three of them love each
other very, very much. The way they look at each other, the
way they talk together... laugh. It's really beautiful."
"Devon and Kristanna were laughing and joking up a storm
during the whole boat ride," Ashley observed. "I also really
like Kristanna's Norwegian accent. It sounds exotic!"
Despite her comment about our difference in age, Ashley -
along with Stacy - was an early favorite of mine. It was
easy to understand why by simply looking at her. Very slim
and trim at 5-foot-6 and 108 pounds, Ashley's athletic, taut
frame was a major turn-on for me. Her sweet-cheeks face was
extremely special and memorable as well.
Ashley's innocent, country bumpkin demeanor was what got
me most about her, though. One could easily tell that she
had spent a secluded life growing up in a small rural town.
But now, she wanted to branch out and do a little exploring.
Discounting the $3 million in guaranteed earnings, it was
her primary reason for coming to the island with us.
"What about you, Caitlyn?" Ashley asked. "Tell me a few
things about yourself. What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a project manager for [company name] in Los Angeles,"
was her response, before making a negative face. "Coming to
this island... it's the best thing that could happen to me.
I work really hard at my job, but someone else always takes
the credit. My boss, actually." Caitlyn became even more
agitated as she said, "I just don't get it. I work 18 to 20
hour days, and I bust my ass for that company." She shook
her head and sighed. "Yet in the end, I get stepped on."
"You work 18 to 20 hour days?" Ashley said, her eyes wide.
Caitlyn nodded. "Yes I do. I come in and work on my day
off, too. I've even sacrificed vacations before."
"I could never do that myself," Ashley murmured. "Why?
Why would you work so long? Why work on your vacation?"
"I don't know," Caitlyn fretted. "When promotions come
up, I keep getting passed over. I see people with half the
experience I have get promoted ahead of me. They get to
work on the bigger projects and thus, get paid more money.
The money I make now... I can barely survive on it." Caitlyn
sighed again. "I'm at the point now where I just don't care.
I've been screwed over so many times at that company. Now, I
really have no choice but to work the hours that I do. The
people in management expect it of me. I was always willing
in the past to work over because I wanted to impress them,
hoping I would get a promotion one day. But now... now I
just don't care anymore. I'll never get ahead there."
Ashley looked a bit baffled. "I don't have problems like
that at my job. I work at a floral shop in Connerville. It
is only about five minutes away from where I live. It is
family-run and my bosses there are very, very nice."
"I bet I know what you do there, too."
"What?"
Caitlyn smiled. "I bet they keep you behind the counter.
Little stores and shops like that... they ALL want a pretty
girl behind the counter." Ashley blushed again as Caitlyn
added, "And no girl is prettier than you are. Impossible.
It helps keep the customers coming back."
Ashley gulped her throat and offered a nervous smile once
Caitlyn reached out with her right hand and gently caressed
her shoulder. Ashley then backed away, and took a big swig
of her orange juice. Ashley seemed intimidated by Caitlyn,
and the fact that she was trying to come onto her.
"What's wrong?" Caitlyn asked, confused.
"N-Nothing," Ashley remarked. "I... I think I'm going to
our room now. I... I want to take a shower."
"Mind if I join you?"
Ashley's jaw literally hit the floor as she stared at
Caitlyn, her eyes bulging, because of those naughty words.
Instead of replying, the shy and humble 18-year-old simply
scampered off. Perhaps now realizing that she was a little
too aggressive, Caitlyn sighed and rubbed her bleary eyes.
"What will it take to get into that girl's panties?" she
asked outloud, now glancing up at the ceiling.
* * *
On this fine evening, our butler and maid - Harold and
Juanita - collaborated together and prepared a scrumptious
country ham and corn casserole, along with a side of garlic
bread and biscuits. All of the girls - Torrie included (who
thankfully chose to forego her nap and show up for dinner) -
had nothing but good things to say about the meal. I was
very thankful for that. Harold and Juanita, both of whom
lived near Lima, had been friends of mine for five years. I
knew that the ladies' compliments meant a lot to them. I
badly missed our previous maid (Britney the diva), though.
"What do you do for a living, Jeremy?" Caitlyn asked me as
the others nodded their heads in agreement. All of us were
nearing the end of our meals at the dinner table. "How can
you afford a house like this? A whole island? How can you
afford to pay all of us a combined $12 million like you are?"
"Yeah..." Ashley said. "What type of job do you have?"
She turned toward Devon and Kristanna. "Are you in it, too?"
I smiled at both Ashley and Caitlyn. "I'd rather not get
into any specifics at this point in time. Let's just say
that I have a lot of business interests."
"Do you actually go to work each day?" Stacy asked.
I shook my head. "No... I'm semi-retired."
"Going to work for you is probably talking on the phone
while you lay on a raft in that big pool outside," Torrie
speculated, her eyes locked upon me. "Am I right?"
"Somewhat," I laughed. "Only somewhat."
"How did your marriage come about?" Ashley asked us. "I
mean, as you can tell... I'm really interested in it. I've
never... known anyone who was in a multiple marriage!"
"Ve all love each udder so much dat we yust decided to
get married," Kristanna answered, still using that wild
accent. "It is not strange or odd to us. Der are many
people in da vorld voo are part of plural marriage, ya."
Devon smiled at Ashley. "Me and Jeremy married each other
last September 22nd in the Bahamas. After our honeymoon, we
came back here - to the island - and married Kristanna. That
was October 26th." Devon patted Kristanna's hand and added,
"The two happiest days of my life... bar none."
Kristanna kissed Devon on the cheek, then glanced over at
me. "Vat yew dink, Jeremy? Dose happy days for yew, too?"
"You know they were," I told her, doing my best to hold
back an onslaught of laughter. Kristanna was so funny. Her
accent was incredibly charming and engaging. The Norwegian
definitely had all of the ladies' attention when she spoke.
I turned toward Torrie and remarked, "I'm glad that you
made it for dinner instead of taking your nap."
"I feel like going to sleep myself," Stacy mused.
Caitlyn smiled. "I'm gonna spank 'lil Ashley before
tucking her into bed each night." Ashley shot Caitlyn a
glare as the Mexican added, "I know she will deserve it."
I do not want to say that Caitlyn's remarks offended her,
but Ashley was clearly shocked that someone would say such a
thing about her. The others - except Devon - giggled at her
reaction. Devon did not seem to enjoy Caitlyn's words.
Maybe this really was too much for Ashley to handle at
once. Kristanna, Torrie, Stacy and Caitlyn were all very
interested in Ashley. You could throw me into that mix too,
but I went about things in a much different way than most of
them. I was not aggressive or forward with my words.
"Oh... you shouldn't say things like that about her,"
Devon told Caitlyn, eyeing Ashley. "Look at her. You got
her all embarrassed now." Devon gently patted Ashley on the
shoulder. "It's okay, honey. Caitlyn was only kidding."
Caitlyn turned away for a moment and raised her eyebrows,
silently admitting that she was NOT kidding with her remark.
She really did want to spank Ashley each night before tucking
her into bed. Of course... who could blame her?
"Vy are yew so shy?" Kristanna cooed at Ashley.
"A sweet, little thing like you has no reason to be shy,"
Stacy told Ashley. "No reason whatsoever."
"We're all gonna live together for the next eight weeks,"
Torrie offered, also glancing at Ashley. "Why be shy? We're
gonna know everything about each other anyway."
"I don't know..." Ashley said. "I'll get better, I guess.
I'm not used to being around a group of bi-sexual girls. I
have... I've never been with another girl before."
"Ohhhhh..." Torrie smiled in response.
"There is a first time for everything," Stacy nodded.
"We all had to go through our first time with another
girl at one point, too," Devon told her. "I know how you
feel. I was on pins and needles before my first time with
another girl. But she made it really easy for me. It was
many years ago, but I remember it like it just happened
yesterday. Jennifer. She was so gentle and loving."
"Yennifer?" Kristanna asked, one eyebrow raised.
"But not as gentle and as loving as you, angel," Devon
quickly added, snickering. Kristanna seemed satisfied now.
"I just... I don't know any of you all that well," Ashley
frowned. "I want to be friends first. I know all about the
idea of coming here for these eight weeks. I knew what I was
getting myself into. But you only have your first time once.
I..." She pouted and concluded, "I want it to be special."
"You make it sound like you're a virgin," Stacy mused.
"I... I am."
Stacy's jaw literally hit the table. "You're a VIRGIN?"
She, like most of the others (including me), stared at Ashley
with a shocked expression. "You're really, truly a virgin?"
The 18-year-old frowned again. "I just never found the
right person to give myself to yet. I want my first time to
be very special and wonderful. Is that too much to ask? I
want to look back 50 years from now and not regret one thing
about it. That is why I've waited this long. I had lots of
opportunities with guys in high school but I never found the
right one. I guess I'm a little old-fashioned..."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Devon smiled.
"Why did you come here, knowing what this place would be
like?" Torrie gushed, still stunned.
"For the money," Ashley admitted. "For the money. I...
I know it will happen here. I just want to feel comfortable
and secure with whomever it happens to be. I guess I won't
be in love, but I at least want it to be with a friend. I
don't have any friends here yet because we just met today."
Ashley shook her head and sulked. "That was too personal
for me to say. I shouldn't have admitted that I'm a virgin."
She tossed her napkin onto the table and stood up. "If y'all
will excuse me, I'd like to be alone right now." Without
waiting for a response from us, she turned and walked off.
I allowed Ashley to disappear around the corner before
looking at the others. "You girls need to stop prodding and
teasing her like you have thus far today. Remember what I
said earlier? Everyone goes at their own pace."
"She's just so sweet, though..." Torrie squealed. "I
could really lose myself in someone like her."
"I'll go talk to Ashley," Devon nodded.
"No," I told Devon, shaking my head as she made a motion
to stand up. "Ashley wants to be alone for now. You heard
her." Devon sighed, but settled back into her chair. "She
is a very young woman. Obviously never left the country
comfort of Oklahoma until now. Ashley is in a big mansion
now - thousands of miles away from her home - with a horde
of bi-sexual women all wanting her at once. Things are
happening too fast for her right now. Why not give Ashley a
chance to sit back, settle in, relax and catch up?"
"Why in the world did you bring a virgin here with us?"
Caitlyn wondered, looking at me.
"We did not know that Ashley was a virgin," I told her.
"The reason we chose her was because of her age. We thought,
being four years younger than any of you, she would add a
different element to the mix. That's what we wanted."
"Money or no money, how could a virgin come to an island
like this?" Torrie asked. "This is a sex resort!"
"It has happened in da past," Kristanna said, obviously
making reference to Lindsay. "Unfortunately..."
* * *
After helping Harold and Juanita clear the table, and
then wash the dishes, I decided to take a walk-through of
the property before retiring to my private suite for the
evening. My final stop was the recreation room.
Upon my arrival, I was somewhat surprised to find Ashley
relaxing on one of the large floor comforters. The power
was turned on for a pinball machine, as well as an arcade
game, so the innocent teen-ager must have been playing them.
She was decked out in an oversized t-shirt which went all
the way down to her knees. God, I said to myself. Judging
from her physical appearance alone, it seemed as if Ashley
belonged on a homecoming float somewhere right now. She
looked that pure and wholesome.
"Hi there," I greeted, wanting to be friendly..
Ashley looked up and frowned momentarily. "Hi Jeremy."
"What is the matter, dear? Is everything okay?"
"I... I just didn't like what Caitlyn said about me at
the dinner table," she answered, before her cheeks turned
bright red. "You know... about... sp-spanking me."
"I know it made you feel uncomfortable, but she was just
teasing you," I offered. "Devon and Kristanna, you will
learn, they tease each other all the time. Having fun.
That's all it is, Ashley. They're just having fun."
"I just... I don't know anything about that type of
stuff," Ashley fretted. "Well..." Her cheeks reddened
once again. "I do read stories on the Internet."
"What do you mean?" I asked, my head tilted to the side.
"Stories about sex."
I grinned at her shy, apprehensive nature. "Oh yeah? I
have read some stories on the Internet, too."
Ashley refused to make eye contact with me as she mused,
"Those stories is where I learned about sex. I... they also
got me interested in other girls. I read a story about a
lesbian teen romance years ago. It's always stuck with me.
It... it's saved on my computer desktop in Windows."
Ashley wanted to open up to me. Otherwise, she would not
be sharing these details about herself. But at the same
time, Ashley was obviously having a hard time with it simply
because she was so humble and quiet. In fact, I thought to
myself, I am probably the first person in her life that she
had ever confided in this way. It made me feel special.
"Do you only read stories about girls on girls?" I asked,
trying not to sound too nosey.
"Well... I read other stories, too." Still, Ashley would
not look me in the eyes. Perhaps she was too afraid? "I
remember this one series of stories about this girl. A
woman, actually. I forget her name, but she was always...
getting gang-banged." My interest level perked up as the
little blonde continued, "Suzi. Her name was Suzi. She was
so crazy and wild. I... I used to imagine myself as her.
Having sex with five or six guys... all at once."
Now, I had a hard, aching erection. Just the mere thought
of this sweet virgin trapped between a large group of men was
more than enough to send my heart into erotic overdrive. At
the same time, though, I had to control myself. The absolute
last thing I wanted was for Ashley to be uncomfortable around
_me_. I was the leader here. I had to do everything right.
Still, it was difficult to control my lustful emotions.
"I... I seem to remember stories about Suzi, too. Whomever
the author of those stories was, he was great. Real great."
Ashley nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, he was. I...
those stories... they used to get me... so excited. I..."
Finally, Ashley made eye contact with me. "Would you...
would you like to have sex, Jeremy? Right now? With me?"
"What?" I asked, stunned.
Ashley shook her head and fussed, "You are the nicest
person that I've met thus far on the island. You're also
the easiest to talk to. If I have sex for the first time
while here - which I will - I think it should be with you."
I would be a fool to not be interested in what Ashley was
offering, but my more sensitive side had its concerns - as
it always did. "Are you ready for that, Ashley? You were
telling us over dinner that you want your first time to be
special. If not someone you love, at least someone who is a
friend. You and me... we just met today, sweetheart. I...
I don't want to take something important from you, and then
for you to regret it in the future."
"I don't think I would regret it," Ashley countered. She
took a deep breath and found the courage within herself to
go forward with her proposal. "I... I look at Devon and
Kristanna, and see how much they love you. They adore you."
I smiled as Ashley continued, "Devon was telling me earlier
that I will never find a nicer and more honorable man than
you. I won't ever regret losing my virginity to you,
Jeremy, because I think you'll make me feel special."
"Can you sleep on this?" Although my shaft was so hard
that it actually hurt in my trousers, that was my initial,
gut reaction. I did not want Ashley to make a mistake and
then regret it in the future. "Sleep on this, sweetheart.
Think about it... I just want you to be sure."
"Out of all the possibilities, I never thought someone
would refuse me when I offered to have sex with them for the
first time!" Ashley nagged. "There is nothing for me to
sleep on, or think about. I want to have sex with you,
Jeremy." Ashley finally seemed assured and confident in
what she was saying to me. "And I want it right now."
"Ashley, I just don't want for..."
"Don't you like me?" she whined.
"Of course I like you!" I moaned. "You are a very nice,
very beautiful young lady. I like you a lot. I just... I
don't you to make a mistake and regret it."
"A mistake would be giving my virginity to Caitlyn," she
corrected me, rising to her feet and looking me right in
the eyes. "I have nothing against Caitlyn. I like her.
But I don't like her aggressive attitude. I want my first
time to be with someone who is just as interested in my
pleasure and satisfaction as their own. Caitlyn would be
out for herself. You, Jeremy... I think you'd be different.
You have to be, to keep Devon and Kristanna happy."
"That is true, but I..."
"Why are we even having this discussion?" Ashley whined.
"What is there to talk about? Why aren't you kissing me?"
Okay. That was it.
I took a deep breath and nodded my head in agreement. "If
this is what you want, sweetheart, then... then I can help."
However, I had an idea in mind. Perhaps the lone fantasy
that Devon had which I had not helped fulfill yet was the
one where she deflowered a female virgin. It was something
that she had wanted to do for several years, but was never
presented with the opportunity. Until now, perhaps.
Kristanna was out back talking with Caitlyn by the pool,
but I figured that Devon was relaxing in our personal suite
right now. In fact, I thought to myself, she was probably
watching this very conversation inside the voyeur room. I
wanted to help make Devon's fantasy a reality.
"You seem to like Devon, sweetheart," I said to Ashley.
"She can be even more caring and compassionate than me when
it comes to sex. If you want your first time to be really
special - and something you will NEVER forget - let it be
with Devon and me. We... we'll make you feel special."
"You want to have a threesome?" she asked, hesitant.
"It would go along with what you were talking about just
a few minutes ago," I shrugged. "Remember Suzi? Obviously,
you are interested in the concept of group sex. There may
not be a big group of guys here for you, but me and Devon...
we could... we could make you feel special. And believe me
when I tell you this - having sex with two people at the
same time is much better than having it with one." I ended
by saying, "Devon is the most kind, most gentle woman you
will ever meet. You say you wouldn't have any regrets about
me. I guarantee that you'll have none about Devon."
Ashley thought it over for a moment, then nodded her head.
"You know what? You sold me. Where is Devon right now?"
"I imagine that she is in our room. Let's go find out."
* * *
"Hi Jeremy," Devon cooed, her expression golden, as Ashley
and me waltzed into the luxurious suite two minutes later.
Lounging about upon the big bed, Devon was stripped all
the way down to her yellow bra and G-string. Her luscious,
shapely figure was on total display, and the smile upon her
face was most inviting. I could immediately tell that Devon
knew what was about to happen. Indeed, she listened in on
my conversation with Ashley with the help of the voyeur room.
"Oh my..." Ashley gasped, eyeing Devon in her lingerie.
"You... you... OH GOD! You're so beautiful!"
"What are you doing here?" Devon asked Ashley, trying her
best to act coy. Devon was a good actress.
The sheltered farm-girl from Oklahoma blushed red once
again. "I... I want to have sex. With you and Jeremy."
Devon was beaming. Absolutely beaming. "YOU DO? Well,
why not come over here and sit down with me on the bed?"
Ashley nodded and did what was she was told. Devon quickly
moved behind the little blonde and rose up to her knees.
"You're a virgin, but you want to have sex with us?"
"Yes."
Nestled in close behind her as they lounged upon the bed,
Devon traced her lips over and across Ashley's earlobe. The
simple, yet sensual move had a powerful effect on the young
teen-ager, as her entire body flinched in arousal. My cock
felt as if it was ready to explode within my trousers.
"Have you ever kissed another girl?" Devon asked, her
lips hovering close to Ashley's ear.
"No."
"Would you like to kiss me right now, babydoll?"
Ashley went short of breath. "Oh God... yes."
Once Ashley turned her face to the side, Devon curled her
neck and met the young woman's lips with her own for a very
slow-moving, deep kiss. Pure excitement seemed to wash over
Ashley's face all at once as Devon literally serenaded her
mouth with the most gentle, loving kiss she could offer.
The erection within my trousers was reaching monumental
proportions as I stood off to the side and took in the
natural, untamed beauty that was Ashley. She was a magnetic
and gorgeous little thing, with her flowing, dark-blonde
hair, her wholesome smile, her slender legs, those humble
breasts and truly immaculate skin.
I then recalled a thought that I had about Ashley during
our prior conversation. Indeed, it seemed as if she belonged
on a homecoming float somewhere right now. Ashley was so
tantalizingly young and innocent.
I actually had to remind myself on more than one occasion
that Ashley was of legal age (albeit, just barely). Why was
this little girl on my island right now? Wasn't there a
high school mathematics class that she should be attending?
That was another thought that dawned upon me. Then, I
reminded myself that Ashley already graduated from high
school last year. Still, the thought lingered...
I was so lost in my naughty ideas that I did not realize
that the mutual kiss between Devon and Ashley had reached
its conclusion until my wife's sultry voice broke my trance.
"Would you like to kiss my husband, honey?"
Her face flushed red once again, Ashley turned her focus
toward me and nodded her head. Wow, I said inwardly. There
was a thick blotch of lipstick - courtesy of Devon's mouth -
upon Ashley's cheek. Now, my cock began pulsating.
"Come here, Jeremy," Devon instructed me, her right arm
outstretched. "Come here and get a kiss from Ashley."
Stepping forward, I climbed onto the bed and offered
Ashley my most reassuring smile. There was plenty of
hesitation on her part, but she was also incredibly aroused.
The look in those pretty, chocolate-brown eyes told me so.
"Kiss her," Devon instructed me, but I too, hesitated.
"You kiss me," I said to Ashley, wanting her to make the
first move between us. This had to be her decision.
A moment later, as I stood on my knees upon the bed, the
teen-ager moved upward and pressed her lips to mine for a
soft, delicate kiss. Still seated behind her, Devon reached
forward with her right hand and gently ran it over and
across Ashley's tight, little ass. I wondered whether or
not she had panties on underneath her thin night-shirt...
Ashley moaned and broke our kiss, then turned her head
and glanced back at Devon as she now used both hands to
gently squeeze and massage her ass.
"You like that, baby?"
Ashley closed her eyes and sighed for a moment, then
nodded her head. "Yes... very much so."
"You have a beautiful body," Devon complimented her. "You
are so, so gorgeous, and precious." Ashley blushed yet again
as Devon added, "Is it okay if I take your shirt off?"
When Ashley nodded her head in response, Devon smiled.
"It's like unwrapping a birthday present," the 26-year-old
swooned, gently lifting Ashley night-shirt up, and over, her
head. The nubile vixen was decked out in a simple white bra
and panties. Her face was so red now that it seemed as if
she had just dunked it into a can of fresh paint.
"It's okay, baby," Devon soothed, encircling Ashley's body
with both arms from behind. She planted a kiss upon her
shoulder. "You are really a birthday present to me, sweetie.
Did you know that my birthday was just last week?"
"I remember Jeremy saying something about that."
I nodded at her. "MY birthday was two weeks ago."
"Why don't you take your shirt off, Jeremy?" Devon said
to me. "Let Ashley have a look-see at your chest."
"Can I take it off myself?" Ashley asked, her voice low.
Devon's smile went even wider. "Of course you can."
I allowed every muscle within my body to relax as Ashley
gathered the lower half of my t-shirt with her hands and
pulled it upward. I lifted my arms and soon, my t-shirt
was a distant memory. Ashley reached out and ran her hand
across my left pectoral, licking her lips in the process.
Ripples of pleasure cascaded all throughout my body in
response to the feel of her delicate hand and fingertips.
She really seemed to enjoy touching my chest.
"How about my bra?" Devon cooed, gaining Ashley's sole
attention. "Would you like to take my bra off?"
Again, Ashley nodded her head. Then, she sucked in her
breath upon peeling the front of Devon's bra down to her
midriff. Her eyes now glazed over with lust, Ashley took in
the lovely sight. "Your breasts are so beautiful, and big,"
she said, her voice low and breathless.
Devon giggled at the compliment. "Would you like to
touch them, honey? Maybe even kiss them? Go right ahead."
"Kiss them," Ashley squealed, before leaning over and
attaching her lips to one of Devon's plump, juicy nipples.
The temptress immediately began slurping and sucking upon
that nipple as if she was an infant seeking nourishment.
When I made eye contact with Devon, we exchanged a series
of glowing smiles. Devon crooked a finger and motioned for
me to come closer to her. When I did, she sought my lips out
with her own, and we shared a deep, tongue-filled kiss. All
the while, Ashley continued feasting upon that nipple.
Once our kiss concluded, Devon cradled Ashley's head with
her hands and gently nudged her away from her breasts. "I
have something even better in mind, honey. Something even
better for you to suck on." Devon's eyes drifted toward me
and she purred, "Take your cock out, Jeremy."
As my heart literally skipped a beat because of those
words, Ashley turned her face and immediately glanced down
at my crotch. As I slid my pants and briefs southward, and
my bulging erection came into view, Ashley again licked her
lips. Meanwhile, Devon scurried off of the bed and dropped
down to her knees upon the carpeted floor.
"Come down here with me," Devon instructed her. "Jeremy
really loves it when we suck his cock on our knees."
Ashley did was what requested of her - gliding off of the
bed and then settling down on her knees upon the floor - but
she seemed to fidget about somewhat. "This isn't the most
comfortable position, you know," was her comment.
Devon giggled at her. "It'll be okay, baby. My knees
used to hurt too. But you'll get used to it eventually."
"Devon has spent the majority of her life on her knees,"
I said, trying to inject some humor into the situation.
Devon's blue eyes flashed as she glared up at me. "That
sounds like something Krissy would say. Not you, Jeremy."
Devon paused, obviously thinking of a good way to respond.
She turned toward Ashley and grinned, "Jeremy has spent the
majority of his life stroking. What did Krissy say about
him once? He could win a gold medal in the whacktathalon."
Devon's words made me laugh, but I think they flew right
over Ashley's head. The darling 18-year-old may not have
even heard them at all. Her gaze was suddenly transfixed
upon my hard, throbbing shaft.
Devon smiled at her. "You like that big, juicy cock?"
Ashley moaned. "Yes... I love it."
Devon tilted her head to the side. "Do you want me to
show you how to suck it?"
"God, yes..."
Using her right hand, Devon grasped the base of my shaft
and gently frigged it before slipping its length into her
warm, velvety mouth. My senses nearly exploded in a sea of
lust as she slowly bobbed her head back-and-forth upon it.
Still fidgeting about upon her knees, Ashley was next to
Devon and looking at her with curious eyes. Devon removed
her hand from the base of my shaft and moved it down to my
testicles, then inhaled my full length into her mouth. Devon
glanced up at me and smiled, then withdrew my erection from
between her moist, pouty lips, and offered it to Ashley.
"Nothing in the whole, wide world tastes any better than
a big, hard cock," was her comment. "Go ahead, baby. Take
it into your mouth and get a taste."
Little Ashley did what she was told, but only after
admiring the sight of my bulging shaft for several seconds.
She eventually opened her sweet, young mouth, and took my
erection inside. She clamped her bright red lips around its
diameter and instinctively slid her tongue across its thick,
pulsing head. I was about to lose it already...
Off to the side, Devon looked on and smiled. "That's it,
Ashley. Any normal man will get excited by pumping his cock
in-and-out of your mouth or pussy. They love the in-and-out
movement. So when you're sucking Jeremy's cock, slide it
around, move it back-and-forth. If you want, you can also
pump and squeeze it with your hand. Don't do it too fast,
though, unless you want him to blow. Usually, you'll want
your man to last as long as possible because it prolongs the
pleasure for both you and him."
"Blow?" Ashley asked, popping her lips off the tip of my
cock. She followed Devon's advice, though, and gripped its
base. "Is that when he'll shoot the white cream out?"
"Yes, sweetheart. When a man cannot take any further
excitement, he will cum, or ejaculate. That's the white
cream that you're referring to. You really want to make his
pleasure last, as well as yours, as long as you can. But
there will be times that you'll want to go fast, too."
Ashley nodded her head and then swallowed my cock back
into her exquisite, suck machine of a mouth.
"If you want to know a secret, the most sensitive part of
Jeremy's cock is the underside - just behind the tip." My
wife's eyes flashed as she added, "If you lick it with your
tongue while you suck him off, it will drive him crazy. In
fact, it will drive most guys crazy."
Ashley withdrew most of my shaft from her wondrous mouth,
then placed the tip of her tongue upon the spot that Devon
suggested. She rapidly slid her tongue across it while also
sucking and slurping away upon the head of my shaft.
Suddenly, my knees felt weak. "Oh God..." I moaned,
reminding myself that I was invading a virginal mouth. There
was so much pleasure for me right now that I feared that I
may just faint. But, Ashley seemed like a natural for this.
Even at this early stage, I think she had the potential to
be an expert when it came to sucking cock. Ashley certainly
had an excellent instructor to show her the ropes...
Devon giggled. "Only use your tongue on that area of his
cock for a few seconds at a time, unless you want him to cum
for you." Ashley pulled back as Devon continued, "If you
want him to cum, lick that spot while you suck him. Now,
take him back into your mouth and suck him off slowly."
"Oh God..." I moaned again, tossing my head back. I took
a deep breath and glanced down at Devon, whose right hand
was continually patting and massaging Ashley's firm, little
ass through the white panties she still had on. "You've
turned into a blowjob coach."
Devon giggled again. "I'm imparting my years of wisdom
upon Ashley. I've sucked a lot of cock in my life, you
know, and I'm more than happy to teach others how to do it."
"Ashley is a good student," I growled, the level of
pleasure within me reaching epic heights. "REAL good."
"Is it okay if I take your bra off now?"
Gone was the usual look of embarrassment and shy nature
upon Ashley's lovely, pristine face. She was so much into
the glorious act of servicing my cock with her mouth that she
yanked her own bra downward seemingly without a thought,
exposing her breasts. Devon finished the job by unhooking
Ashley's bra in back, and then tossing it elsewhere.
In no way was Ashley the deep-throat specialist that Devon
and Kristanna were. Thus, she could only fit a little more
than half of my full erection into her mouth. Still, I was
not complaining. The simple fact that Ashley was a virgin
and that my shaft was the first she had ever tasted more than
made up for whatever lack of skill she possessed.
"We need to get that cock inside of you," Devon cooed,
gently pulling Ashley's head away from me. She turned her
face toward hers and offered her a deep, probing kiss. "Oh
yes... we need to get that big cock inside of you."
As good as that sounded to me, I had another idea in mind.
"Would you like to go oral on Devon?" was my question for
Ashley. "_I_ will be happy to teach you how to do it."
"I'd like that," the teen-ager responded, grinning. At
the same time, Devon quickly disposed of her G-string.
"Lay down on the bed, princess," I told Devon. "I don't
want you laying on the floor since you're pregnant."
"She doesn't look pregnant," Ashley commented, as Devon
followed my orders and settled down upon the bed.
"I'm only nine weeks in," my precious wife told her. "I
probably really won't start to show for another month or
two. Every woman is different that way, you know."
Devon raised her knees and spread her thighs, then placed
both feet upon the mattress. By putting her beautiful pussy
on display like that, it was obvious what she wanted. Devon
wanted me to show Ashley how to service her pussy orally.
As she climbed up onto the bed, Ashley licked her lips at
the mesmerizing sight. "I have long dreamed about having a
girlfriend. But to be honest, I thought this day would never
come." Ashley seemed to shudder with arousal as she admired
the 26-year-old's pussy with her eyes. "Oh God... it looks
even better than I ever thought it would."
I joined Ashley on the bed and gently patted her shoulder
with my right hand. "You thought this day would never come?
Is that because you lived in such a small town?"
She frowned and nodded her head in response. "There are
plenty of girls that I like there, but I'm too afraid to
step forward and say so. If word ever got out, I would be
the laughingstock of the town. It's so small, and everyone
there knows everyone. I don't want my little secret out."
"You won't have that on this island," I assured her.
"All of the girls here are just like you."
"They're all gorgeous, too."
"So are you," Devon told her. "So are you. Go ahead,
Jeremy. Show her how to eat my pussy."
Just when I was about to give her a demonstration, Ashley
stopped me. "No. Let me do it on my own."
I smiled at her. "If that's what you want. Just... put
your face in there, and slide your tongue all over."
"And don't be afraid to use your fingers," Devon added.
She eyed Ashley, a look of total lust upon her face. "Take
your panties off, baby. Take your panties off, and then all
three of us will be totally nude. That's how it should be."
Ashley turned her head toward me and offered a shy giggle.
"You take my panties off, Jeremy. You take them off..."
My eyes wide (and my cock still raging), I watched Ashley
roll onto her frontside and then settle herself down directly
between Devon's outstretched thighs. She continued to admire
that sweet pussy for several seconds, then finally extended
her tongue and offered it a tentative taste.
"How is it?" I smiled.
"I like it!" Ashley squealed, before swiping her tongue
across those swollen, puffy folds again. She let loose with
a little growl, then began to lick away at Devon in repeated
fashion. A quick check of Devon's facial reactions told me
that she was incredibly turned on right now, too.
"That's an all-you-can-eat-buffet, sweetheart," I said to
Ashley. "Devon is open for business 24 hours a day."
"You can say that again!" my hot, voluptuous bride huffed.
"Especially when a tongue like that is on the opposite end!"
"Am I really doing good?"
"Oh yes... you most definitely are, honey," Devon assured
her. "Just keep licking my pussy. Keep doing it!"
With that added boost of confidence, Ashley settled her
pretty face in even deeper and then really went to town upon
Devon's intoxicating slit. At the same time, I reached out
and gently caressed Ashley's supple, firm ass. It was just
about time for me to get rid of her white panties.
Slowly but surely, I peeled the waistband of those panties
downward and was rewarded for my effort with the beautiful
sight of a virgin pussy. Ashley rose up to her elbows and
knees as she continued to lash Devon with her tongue, and
even wiggled her ass about in a seductive manner for my eyes.
Needless to say, I nearly blew my load right then and there.
Was that an instinctive move, or did she do it on purpose?
Massaging her own large, luxurious breasts as she squirmed
and writhed about in pleasure, Devon raised her head up and
looked down at Ashley. "We need to get that cock in you.
Would you like that, baby? Would you like it if Jeremy was
the one who popped your little cherry?"
Ashley withdrew her face from the joining of Devon's lush
thighs and glanced back at me. "Oh yes... I would. I would
absolutely LOVE for you to pop my cherry, Jeremy."
It was unbearable for me to see this gorgeous, All-American
girl smiling at me with a dreamy look upon her face, her
long-flowing blonde hair cascading down across her neck and
shoulders in little wavelets. Her slim, golden body and
those enchanting eyes were suddenly overflowing with lust
for me, and what I could do for her. Or, take from her.
"There isn't a better man in the whole, wide world for
you to lose your virginity to than Jeremy," Devon swooned,
sitting up and bringing Ashley to her for a short embrace.
She focused her gaze upon me and added, "Jeremy will never
hurt you, or wrong you. He'll respect you, and treat you
the way you deserve to be treated." Devon's smile became
wider. "You'll never have any regrets about this, Ashley.
Never." Those kind words actually touched me inside.
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too, Jeremy," Devon cooed.
Ashley turned to look back at me. She then shook her head
and smiled in an exaggerated fashion. The tender 18-year-old
then laid down onto her back and looked up at me expectantly.
"Is this how you want me?"
"Anyway you want, dear, is fine with me," I told her.
Devon lunged at me and fretted, "I want to help put your
cock in her pussy. Can I, Jeremy? Please? Please?"
There was no need for me to respond to her request, simply
because Devon already knew the answer. After I prepared to
mount Ashley in the missionary position, Devon beamed with
delight as she reached out and grasped my erection with her
right hand. I moved forward slightly, and then Devon nudged
the head of my cock upon Ashley's vice-tight pussy. Ashley
extended both arms and latched onto me as I (along with help
from Devon) forged my cock into her tiny, little crevice.
Ashley did not moan or grunt, but her eyes told the story
as I looked down at her. Those beautiful brown eyes were
wide and almost set to burst as I gently forged inch after
excruciating inch of my cock between the folds of her pussy.
Soon, I had reached the thin sheath of skin known as the
hymen (or, in more common (slang) terms, the cherry).
Her eyes still fixated upon my face, Ashley then squealed
with maddening delight as I sank my cock deeper into her and
thus, tore down that sensitive barrier. Streamers of tears
even cascaded down her face as she now held onto me as if her
very life depended on it. This was an incredible moment.
Devon, who had removed her hand from my shaft seconds ago,
reached down and caressed Ashley's face. She even leaned
over and kissed away several of those tears. "It will hurt
for a bit because this is your first time, honey, but then
the pleasure will overcome you. It will just OVERCOME you.
Trust me on that. And it only hurts the first time."
"It already is... overcoming... me," Ashley struggled out,
every muscle within her body contacting at once. "Oh God..."
Speaking of being overcome with pleasure, I found myself
in the same boat right now. How my cock had not exploded
yet within the confines of that tight, unforgiving pussy was
well beyond my understanding. I needed to make this last,
but I was unsure how much longer I could sustain my erection.
Devon rose up to her knees beside me and placed her lips
upon mine for a soul-touching type of kiss. A moment later,
Ashley again squealed with undeniable passion as I began to
gently thrust my cock in-and-out of her.
"Oooooh!" she exclaimed. "Oh God... it feels so good!"
I grasped Ashley's legs, which had been encircling my
waist, and hooked them over my shoulders. This allowed me
to increase my leverage, as I was able to lean over a bit
more. It also gave the two of us the deepest level of
penetration possible while in the missionary position. That
was the most important thing of all, obviously.
"How does that little, virgin pussy feel, Jeremy?" Devon
taunted me, as I continued to slide my cock in-and-out of
Ashley at a very slow, gradual pace. Certainly, it was not
my intention to be too forceful with her. Not yet, anyway.
Devon kissed me flush on the lips once again. "I love
you, Jeremy. I love you to death." She turned her attention
toward Ashley. "Everything okay, sweetie-pie?"
"Oh God... everything is fine," Ashley moaned.
The amount of pressure upon my cock was overwhelming, to
say the least, but I continued moving myself in-and-out of
Ashley. In fact, I slightly increased the speed and tempo
of my thrusts. This caused Ashley to scream and wail out in
response, her firm, taut body thrashing about wildly.
"Oh my God!" she moaned, as I picked up steam. "Oh God!
It's so big! It feels so BIG!" The blonde even began to
pound her open hands down upon the bed in repeated motions.
"Oh my God... GOD... GOD... YES! YES!"
Ashley's reactions became more animated (and louder) once
I started to plow my way in-and-out of her scrumptious pussy
at a very high rate of speed. My hands were now latched
onto her ass and I held it with all the strength I could
muster as I churned myself into her. I was suddenly running
on fumes. There was no way I could last much longer.
"OH GOD... I'M GONNA CUM!" Ashley screamed.
That was it.
Those words sent me over the edge. I hammered myself
into her pussy one final time, stuffing my erection to the
absolute hilt. Then, my whole body literally exploded.
Both Ashley and me screamed in unison as we experienced
simultaneous orgasms. We shivered and shook together, our
bodies greatly surpassing their thresholds of pleasure. I
growled out like a madman as glob after thick glob of sperm
was being jettisoned from my cock directly into her womb.
At the same time, this tempting, little thing voiced her own
passion as her feminine release trickled down her thighs and
onto the mattress below. Oh God, I said inwardly. Ashley
was no longer a virgin, and _I_ was the main reason why.
I leaned downward and encircled Ashley's supple body with
both of my arms. I gave her a tight and reassuring embrace,
then simply collapsed on top of her. I let out a content,
long-winded sigh, my cock still buried within her depths.
One of my hands, I realized, had drifted toward her ass and
was gently massaging it. That, I thought, was instinctive.
In the aftermath, Ashley was glowing as she hugged and
clutched my body with equal fervor and emotion. She had the
side of her face buried upon my chest, and was groaning out
in a constant, non-stop manner. It was more a purr than a
groan. Yes, Ashley was purring like a kitten.
"I've never felt so good in my LIFE!" she exclaimed,
suddenly tearing her face away from my chest and looking
directly into my eyes. "Oh God... that was INCREDIBLE!"
"You were incredible, dear," I said, before my mouth was
met by a barrage of kisses from Ashley. Never one to stray
too far from a sexual situation, Devon hugged the charming
18-year-old from behind and kissed her shoulder.
"I'm so happy that you enjoyed yourself!" she grinned,
her expression overcome with delight and total, sheer lust
as Ashley turned to face her. "Did this live up to your
expectations, honey? Was your first time having sex better
or worse than you imagined it would be?"
"It was better," Ashley responded. "Much better. You
and Jeremy made it better than it had any right to be." She
glanced back at me and cooed, "Especially you, Jeremy."
"I have much more to teach you, and show you!" Devon
exclaimed, again taking on the role of mentor. "Next time,
you can suck Jeremy's cock until he cums in your mouth.
And you can lick my pussy until I cum, too."
"I could suck cock and lick pussy all day long!" Ashley
swooned, before offering her patented, shy smile. "I'm
gonna need a lot of practice time for both, you know."
"I have no problem with that!" Devon giggled. "What
about you, Jeremy? Do you have a problem with it?"
I vigorously shook my head. "Not at all."
Devon smiled at her again. "How about YOU let ME lick
your pussy now?" Ashley blushed as Devon added, "I will
make you SCREAM out in orgasm... I promise!"
Ashley wiggled out from underneath me and then settled
down onto her back upon the opposite end of the bed. She
even spread her slender thighs and offered Devon a sultry
glare. "I'm the one open for business now. Free meal..."
Devon was set to pounce on Ashley and literally devour
her pussy, but I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close
to me. Devon stared up at me for a moment, confused, but
that changed once I smashed my mouth to hers for a kiss.
My kiss was needful, and very intense. I was vividly
reminded of just how much Devon meant to me. It made me
feel so happy inside that Devon was afforded the chance to
help deflower Ashley. After all, that was her fantasy.
I then thought of Kristanna, and how much I loved her,
too. Really, I loved Devon and Kristanna more than life
itself. These two women were my focal point; my entire
universe. Nothing else mattered. They were my reason to
live. Their smiling faces - their happiness - was my sole
reason to wake up each morning, and face the day.
"I love you, princess," were my breathless words, once
our kiss was broken. Our eyes locked together, I trailed
my hand downward and gently rubbed Devon's abdomen. There
was a life growing in there - a life which our love created.
In about seven months, Devon and me would be parents. If you
listen to Devon, Kristanna will be a parent, too. Kristanna
will be as much our child's mother as Devon will, she says.
Still, I rubbed Devon's stomach. She knew what I was
doing. "I love you too, Jeremy. I love you with all of my
heart. I'll love you until the end of eternity, and beyond."
Devon paused, then smiled at me. "I thank God every single
day for you and Krissy. I just thank God." She took a deep
breath and smiled. "You and Krissy mean so much to me."
"Awwwww... that's so sweet," Ashley murmured, grinning.
"Every single time that I see you, Jeremy, all I want to
do is hug you. Kiss you. Tell you how much you mean to me."
Wow, I said to myself. Devon was in the middle of one of her
legendary dialogues about how much she loved me. What made
this one interesting was the fact that Ashley - an outsider
to our three-way marriage with Kristanna - was here to listen
to it. "I want you to smile, Jeremy. I want to put a smile
on your face because when you're happy, I'm happy. It makes
me feel good inside to know that you are happy. Everything
I do... I do it for you. I do it for you, Jeremy."
"Devon..." was all I could muster in response, my whole
body overcome with wondrous emotion. When this woman felt
the need to express her emotions, she often brought me to
tears. Not negative tears, of course, but tears of joy.
Devon placed her right hand upon the side of my face and
nodded her head. "If I am sure of one thing in life, it is
that I love you, Jeremy. And I will _always_ love you."
As I shared a tender and loving embrace with my bride,
Ashley looked on from the side and watched us. I noticed
that there was a tear streaking down her own face. "You
don't have to eat my pussy anymore, Devon," she quietly said,
obviously touched. "I rather sit here and listen to the two
of you talk about how much you love each other." Ashley
wiped away that tear and added, "It's so beautiful..."
Devon broke away from our embrace and smiled at Ashley.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I am gonna eat your pussy.
Jeremy got to be the first person inside of you. I want to
be the first person who uses their tongue on you."
Ashley sniffed her nose and remarked, "I hope I can find
someone who loves me as much as you two love each other."
Devon smiled again. "I see no reason why you won't. You
are a little princess, Ashley. You're going to make someone
very happy one day. Someone very, very happy."
"Will that someone be a man or a woman?" I asked Ashley.
"I don't know," she answered, shaking her head. "I love
guys, but I am so incredibly attracted to girls."
"I don't have a preference for either," Devon admitted.
Ashley glanced at my deflated shaft, then reached out and
grasped it tentatively. "I like you a whole lot, Jeremy."
The innocent 18-year-old looked at Devon and added, "I like
you, too. I will never forget this night. Never. You and
Jeremy made it so special for me."
Devon grinned as Ashley began to gently frig my cock with
her right hand. "Do you want to get him hard again, honey?"
Ashley nodded her head as Devon continued, "Maybe you could
suck on his cock some more while I eat your little pussy."
Ashley blushed yet again, but licked her lips in response
and then nodded her head emphatically. "I would love that."
She looked at me and said, "Maybe you could spurt in my mouth
this time too, Jeremy. I want to know what it tastes like."
This was quickly turning out to be a night that _I_ would
never forget, either. What did I ever do to deserve this?
I had eight more weeks with not only Ashley, but Torrie,
Stacy and Caitlyn, too. And that is not even mentioning
Devon and Kristanna. Being the only man here, I obviously
had a lot of hard work ahead of me...
<<<- End of Part 1 ->>>
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